The Second Man in My Life (Part 1)

I've been with my boyfriend for four years. I met him when I was 24, and it was love at first sight. He was my first man. The first time, he was very gentle, and I didn't feel any pain. The second time
, I experienced an orgasm. During that time, we were inseparable, staying home all the time. He had a strong libido, and I, having just experienced the pleasures of being a woman, also had a very strong libido. Gradually, over the years, although our relationship is still harmonious, I've gradually lost some interest, probably because we're too familiar with each other.
Every time we're intimate, he goes at it for a long time, and I can always reach orgasm, but after going at it for too long, I feel tired. So, slowly, my desire has diminished.
He's had many women in the past, saying that this is normal, and that after the initial passion, there will be a period of calm.
He often sends me erotic texts and pictures to seduce me, and we watch porn together. Gradually, I discovered that he likes threesomes, group sex, and similar types of sex. At first, I was very resistant, but under his influence, I slowly got used to it.
Once, he bought a very large and thick dildo. When it entered me, I felt disgusted, since it was fake, and I felt like a toy. It was incredibly stimulating. My lower body was completely filled, and I was sucking on his penis; it felt incredibly fulfilling. He also found it very stimulating, and after I pulled out the dildo, he went crazy for me, and for a while, we rediscovered our passion.
Later, we were apart for a while; he often traveled out of town. When I was home alone, I felt very empty. He would often text me at night to tease me, and when my desire arose, I would masturbate with a vibrator and a dildo. But masturbation only provided temporary pleasure; after the orgasm, the emptiness inside felt even more terrifying.
One day, when my desire arose, I decided to try a dildo myself. I soaked it in hot water, applied lubricant, and slowly inserted it into my vagina. The moment it entered, I felt incredibly lewd, lewd to the core.
At first, it only went in a little over halfway. After turning on the vibration, waves of tingling sensations quickly made me weak. And as it became increasingly itchy inside, I started thrusting the dildo in and out. That feeling of being filled and penetrated accompanied me throughout, and when I finally orgasmed, I found it was even better than my boyfriend's—thick and long.
But that time was embarrassing. After the climax, when I tried to pull it out, I found it difficult. My vaginal muscles gripped it tightly, and it hurt when I tried to pull it out. I lay on the bed for a long time before I finally managed to pull it out slowly.
When I finally did, I realized that what I couldn't fully penetrate before was now completely inside. It wasn't a small thing; it was a big one over 20 centimeters long. At that moment, I realized how amazing my body was.
During that time, I often played with dildos, which was very enjoyable and stimulating. I also gradually discovered that when my vagina was full, I wanted to have another one in my mouth, realizing that I was really becoming lewd.
In the following two years, we became closer. My boyfriend always hoped that I would try other men, to find the differences, and to strengthen our relationship.
He slowly made me understand that sex and love can be separated, and I felt itchy and wanted to try other people.
I talked to many unfamiliar men, but I didn't feel very attracted to any of them because my boyfriend was too good at flirting. Compared to him, other men were too dull or too rough. Gradually, I lost interest in chatting with them.
It wasn't until some things happened later that I slowly changed, and I will tell you what happened later.
Last June, I finally met someone I clicked with on Tantan (a dating app). He wasn't as tall as my boyfriend, and he wasn't like him, but he gave me the urge to give it a try.
After we got to know each other better, I found that he was still my type, but not to the point of being obsessed, so I hesitated about meeting him.
He noticed my hesitation and suddenly one day at noon told me that he was already on the high-speed train, arriving around 1 PM, and hoped we could meet. He said if we clicked, we could continue, otherwise he would go back.
I was incredibly conflicted at that moment; my heart was racing, and I was very aroused.
I wanted to meet him and take things to the next level, but I wasn't mentally ready. I discussed it with my boyfriend, and he said we could meet and give it a try. Then he drove me to the high-speed train station to pick him up.
That day, I was wearing jeans, a tank top, and a light jacket, which accentuated my figure. My boyfriend held my hand the whole time while driving; I could tell he was nervous too, since it was our first time.
When we arrived at the high-speed train station, my boyfriend left, and I waited for him to appear in front of the station.
After waiting for about ten minutes, he texted me, saying he was out and telling me what he was wearing. I told him, and then we met.
He wasn't tall, around 170cm, and not very thin. His looks were average, but he had a small mustache and a somewhat artistic air about him. We chatted for a bit at the station exit. I liked him, and then he suggested we find a place to sit, which I agreed to. We took a taxi to a coffee shop in the city center. We
didn't talk much on the way because I was very nervous and didn't know what to say. Sitting with him, I could smell that his scent was my type, and I gradually felt attracted to him. I realized I was completely wet down there, and a lot of fluid was flowing out.
At the coffee shop, we chatted for half an hour. I thought he was quite nice, a man who understood women well, not rude, and well-mannered.
He could tell I wasn't averse to him, so he suggested we go to a hotel.
Then we started looking up hotels and booking one. After booking, we left the coffee shop and headed to the hotel.
There was a wine shop next to the coffee shop, and he said he'd go get a bottle of wine so we could chat while we drank.
When we got to the wine shop, we found that most of the wines were fake, since he was in the wine business. He said no, they were all too bad, he'd rather have vodka. So we got vodka and Red Bull, and went out to hail a taxi to the hotel.
On the way, he kept talking about the wine, slowly getting closer to me. My heart was pounding faster because we were about to experience something new at the hotel. I was nervous, scared, and excited.
He noticed, and grabbed my hand. I could feel his desire, and I could feel how much he liked me.
Once in the hotel room, I felt awkward because I'd never experienced anything like this before and didn't know what to do. He said, "Go take a shower first, it'll make you feel better." But after you shower, you should come out dressed, he said, "I like your outfit."
I was very nervous while showering, I could feel my heart pounding, afraid he'd make a mistake. After showering, I changed into a blue thong because my underwear was already soaked. I didn't wash inside my vagina, afraid I wouldn't be wet enough if I got nervous.
After leaving the bathroom, I sat on the sofa, and he asked me if I smoked. I said I didn't smoke, and he didn't say anything but gave me one, lit it, and started mixing drinks. After finishing the cigarette, I started drinking. I found that vodka mixed with Red Bull tasted really good; it wasn't as spicy.
He kept talking about red wine, but I didn't really listen; I was just watching him.
I noticed that his eyes and mouth were very attractive when he spoke, probably because the alcohol was kicking in.
He took another sip, then stood up and walked towards me, suddenly grabbing me and kissing me before I could react.
He tightly sucked on my tongue, his lips biting mine, his left hand kneading my breasts, and his right hand reaching into my pants to touch my buttocks. Then he started kissing my face, neck, ears, his fingers rubbing my genitals through my thong. I was aroused; the desire in my body surged up instantly.
He whispered in my ear: "Your mouth smells so good. You look so innocent, but deep down you're a slut. Wearing a thong to meet men, and you're all wet. You want to be a slut and be fucked by me, don't you?"
Hearing this made me even more excited; my genitals felt itchy and empty.
He stood up, walked to the couch by the window, sat down, looked at me, and said: "You slut, come here and lick me."
I went over and knelt down, looking into his eyes, and unbuckled his belt. He lifted his buttocks and made me pull down my pants, then forced my head down to his crotch, making me lick through his underwear.
I smelled a strong scent, a man's scent, a sensual, masculine scent that excited me. I could feel the hardness of his penis through his underwear, throbbing. He pulled down his underwear, pressed my head down, and made me swallow it. I swallowed it, and he pressed my head down hard, making me swallow it all the way down.
I'll stop here for now, and continue next time.

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