My husband and I's real sexual experience - budding passion? A stirring of desire within?

The next day, under my husband's watchful eye, I shyly finished breakfast and then fled the house as if running away. At the office, my emotions were still unsettled; waves of panic washed over me, and the scene from the previous night kept replaying in my mind. For a long time, our mundane sex life had been disrupted by this sudden role reversal. The excitement and pleasure, the intoxicating joy, still lingered in my heart and body.

I locked myself in my office, savoring the passion of the previous night, feeling my face burning. I dared not leave the office, even more afraid of running into Kevin. Just thinking of him sent waves of restlessness through me, and desire would rise from the depths of my heart, instantly making my legs wet. Sometimes my mind was filled with Kevin's image, even contemplating making love to him. The thought made my heart race and I feel breathless. I pounded my head, trying to banish these absurd thoughts, but they would resurface in my mind almost immediately. I finally made it to the end of the workday. I asked my colleagues for leave, saying I had something to do at home in the afternoon, and rushed home.

My husband didn't come home for lunch. He called in the morning to tell me he was in a meeting. He rarely comes home for lunch when he's in a meeting; this is a unique work style in Chinese government departments. I ate a quick, haphazard meal by myself, then went to bed. I needed some peace and quiet to sort out my thoughts. Lying in bed, my mind wandered. Still feeling tired from last night's intense lovemaking, I quickly fell asleep lost in thought.

When my husband woke me, it was already getting dark. Since it was just the two of us at home, we didn't bother cooking and went out for a quick bite. After dinner, we took a walk in the park, a habit we've maintained for years. As long as he's not out socializing, we take a walk together every evening after dinner. We walked and chatted. It was completely dark, and the night air was still a bit chilly. We started laughing and talking as we walked home. About twenty minutes later, we arrived at our doorstep and could hear our dog barking happily from afar.

Because my husband and I both work and live in a detached two-story house, we're rarely home. So we got a reddish-brown Golden Retriever—partly to guard the house, and partly to keep me company when my husband is away on business trips. Every day before we get home, the dog can hear our footsteps from afar and barks happily to greet its owners.

When we open the door and enter the yard, the dog wags its tail and runs over joyfully, circling around my husband and me affectionately. Sometimes it jumps up and puts its front paws on us, wagging its head and wagging its tail affectionately. We raised this dog from a puppy; it's very affectionate, obedient, and well-behaved—very lovable. Its brown fur gleams with a subtle golden sheen, is incredibly smooth, and it has large ears, a wide muzzle, and a long, thin tail like a stick. In just over a year, it has grown tall and imposing, standing almost half a person's height.

I affectionately patted the dog's head, then my husband and I opened the door to the living room downstairs. We poured the food we'd brought back from the restaurant into the dog's bowl, and it happily ate. After a quick tidy-up, I went upstairs to the bathroom to shower, then went back to bed and turned on the TV. A South Korean drama was playing—the kind every woman probably enjoys, often bringing tears to our eyes.

After a while, my husband came to bed, and I snuggled into his arms, watching the same Korean drama he always called boring. The storyline was touching, and the love between the male and female leads was incredibly moving and enviable. I rested my head on my husband's arm, nestled in his lap, and he placed one hand on my breast, occasionally kneading it. By the time the drama ended, it was past ten o'clock.

After turning off the TV, I was still immersed in the touching love story. I nestled in my husband's arms, enjoying his caresses while expressing my own feelings.

Seeing the envious look on my face, my husband teased me again, "Feeling sentimental again? Getting all emotional again? Want to go back to dating?"

I laughed and scolded, "Get lost! We've dated before, I'm just reminiscing. Youth was so much better! Carefree, able to do whatever you wanted."

My husband smiled and said, "You're not old yet! Only thirty, the prime of your womanly life, mature and alluring, much more captivating and seductive than those young girls' awkwardness."

"Come on! What man doesn't like young girls? They're beautiful and energetic! Humph! You men are all the same."

"Hey, hey, hey! Honey, you can't generalize. Men who like young girls are ignorant. Actually, the most alluring are mature women—charming, seductive, voluptuous, and uninhibited in bed. That's what men love most."

"What did you say? Are you having an affair with another woman? You've got quite the experience, aren't you? Confess! No wonder you're not very interested in me anymore, you've got other women on the side!"

I knew my husband wouldn't cheat on me. Although he's a romantic, he's still quite upright, and working in a government office, his conduct is generally well-regulated.

My husband immediately cried out, "I'm innocent, wife! Don't you know what kind of person I am? My wife is a beautiful young woman, of course I know! I love you the most, with a little slut like me, I wouldn't even look at any other woman. Besides, as long as I can serve you well and make you happy, I'm happy. I'm just too busy with work! Who says I'm not interested in you? You're my favorite little slut, didn't I fuck you until you screamed and orgasmed several times last night?"

"Last night...last night...last night you weren't..."

I suddenly couldn't finish my sentence. Thinking about last night, I suddenly felt my face flush and my heart race, my body suddenly became hot.

Last night I was really too excited. Subconsciously, I was already imagining my husband as Kevin, feeling like I was making love with Kevin. Sex is such a strange thing. Human desire is like a wild beast locked in a cage. Once the cage is opened, desire becomes like a wild beast that cannot be controlled. My husband was also different from usual. He was no longer listless and became incredibly vigorous, bringing me to orgasm time and time again. When my husband

saw me suddenly stop talking halfway through my sentence, and instead blush and my heart was pounding, his face full of shyness, he squeezed my breast with his big hand and said with a grin, "Last night? What happened to me last night? Tell me!"

My face turned even redder, both ashamed and anxious. I patted my husband and said shyly, "Last night... last night you... you..."

"What happened to me?" my husband pressed.

My heart suddenly pounded wildly, the ecstasy of last night resurfacing. It felt like a volcano erupted within me, my desire burning uncontrollably. My vagina tightened, and a gush of fluid flowed out, leaving my legs noticeably wet.

My husband, as if knowing what I was thinking, suddenly reached between my legs and touched me, then held his hand out in front of me. Startled by his sudden touch, my body trembled. Looking at his hand, I was overwhelmed with shame.

His fingers were covered in my fluids, glistening in the light. I was both ashamed and anxious, burying my face in his chest, pinching and twisting his body, playfully scolding, "You're bad, you bad husband, you're so bad! I told you to say it again… mmm… mmm…"

Suddenly, the bedroom light went out, and my husband kissed me passionately. I struggled, making soft "mmm" sounds, but quickly became lost in his kiss. My husband kissed my lips passionately, one hand kneading my breasts. My desire quickly intensified.

He began kissing my breasts, sucking hard on my nipples, one hand kneading them, the other sliding between my thighs, rubbing and caressing my labia minora and vulva. My lust grew even stronger; I moaned, my hips involuntarily thrusting, and my vaginal fluids flowed freely. I began to crave my husband's penetration.

My husband abandoned my breasts and began kissing downwards, suddenly sucking my labia into his mouth. His tongue licked between my labia minora and the cleft of my vulva, and my moans grew louder. Suddenly, my body trembled violently as my husband's tongue kissed my clitoris. Intense stimulation and pleasure shot from my clitoris throughout my body, sending jolts of electricity through me. I couldn't help but moan loudly, my body trembling uncontrollably, my vagina swelling with heat, yearning even more for my husband's penis to penetrate me.

I pleaded with my husband, my hips thrusting rapidly, but my hateful husband ignored my pleas, focusing even more intently on licking my clitoris, only fueling my burning desire and unbearable passion. I grabbed my husband's head with both hands, pulling him forcefully against my body, my legs trembling uncontrollably in the air, my vagina contracting and spasming, and my juices flowing freely.

In the past, my husband would have already been on top of me, giving me sexual pleasure, and would never have tormented me like this. But today… my body trembled violently, and a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out.

My husband's actions and intentions made me instantly understand, and I became excited. My husband wanted to play role-playing with me again, and Kevin's image flashed into my mind. Yesterday, I had already experienced something similar, and had gained unprecedented stimulation and pleasure. The continuous orgasms made me experience that intoxicating feeling of flying to the sky. I understood my husband's meaning. Yesterday's experience had made me abandon my inhibitions and abandon my womanly reserve, indulging in the pleasure of sex.

I completely let go, holding my husband's head and moaning, "Oh… oh oh… faster… Kevin… I can't take it anymore… faster… oh… fuck me… fuck this little slut… oh…"

Hearing my moans, my husband achieved his goal, and with my hands pulling him, he lay on top of me. I immediately hugged my husband's back tightly with both hands, as if afraid he would run away, my legs already raised high, my buttocks thrusting upwards, waiting for my husband's penetration.

I kissed my husband's lips incessantly, murmuring softly, "Oh... Kevin... fuck me... oh... I love you... I want you to fuck me... oh... faster... faster... oh..."

Amidst my moans, my husband inserted his penis into my vagina and began to thrust powerfully. With each thrust, my moans grew louder, the pleasure more intense. My husband was as vigorous as yesterday, quickly bringing me to orgasm. During my second orgasm, he ejaculated deep inside me.

I hugged my husband tightly, wrapping my legs around his buttocks, keeping his penis inside me. I kissed him, saying, "Oh! Husband, I love you, I really love you so much."

My husband returned my kisses, teasing me, "You little slut, do you love me or someone else? I feel like you've never been this passionate with me before."

I felt incredibly shy, clinging to him tightly. In the darkness, I wasn't afraid he'd see me. I thrust my hips forward, my vagina involuntarily contracting, and I said in a soft voice, "I love... Kevin, you're so angry! Serves you right for making me like this!"

My husband laughed, pulled out his penis, pulled me into his arms, slapped my buttocks, and said, "Good, good, you little slut. Today, I'll let your love hold you as you sleep, let you love me to your heart's content."

My body was limp and weak after the orgasm, and I nestled in my husband's arms (or perhaps Kevin's arms, I was a little hazy myself), and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Our sex was filled with passion again; I felt full of energy, as if I had become young again, back in my teenage years, my heart overflowing with sweetness and joy. My husband and I had reached an understanding: whenever he turned off the bedroom light during sex, I would unconsciously enter into the role, fantasizing about making love with Kevin, immersing myself in the passion with him.

My husband also became very vigorous during sex, repeatedly bringing me to orgasm. Occasionally, I would turn off the bedroom light, and my husband would immediately know my intention, often becoming even more excited.

We were both immersed in this strange pleasure, savoring different sexual sensations. Sometimes I would tease him, saying, "Are you disgusted with me? You always want to let other men sleep with your wife. It's like you're on steroids when someone else sleeps with your wife." My husband

would reply, "You little slut, you don't like it? I just want you to be happy. As long as you're happy, I'll take the loss! Because I love you so much, if you really don't want it, then forget it."

This made me blurt out, "You dare?"

which made my husband laugh out loud, while I blushed and felt incredibly shy.

Kevin still came to our house to drink from time to time, chatting and joking, telling me dirty jokes while drinking.

I was quite at ease now, although sometimes seeing Kevin would still make me blush and feel a strange sensation. Sometimes when Kevin comes over for drinks, my husband will tease me on purpose, looking at me, then at Kevin, then winking at me with a wicked smile. This often makes my heart pound, my face flush, my body feel incredibly hot, and my crotch involuntarily become wet. Luckily, the alcohol masks my embarrassment, preventing me from losing control in front of Kevin.

Of course, after Kevin leaves, my husband and I inevitably have a passionate lovemaking session, and I become more excited than usual, often reaching two or three orgasms.

During breaks from work or when I'm alone, I sometimes think about Kevin. Although I try to control myself, sometimes I suddenly think of him, and even have thoughts of having sex with him. Whenever these thoughts arise, my heart races, my face burns, and I silently berate myself: "What's wrong with me? I'm really horny! How could I have such thoughts? It's just a game with my husband, to enhance the mood and passion of our lovemaking. How could I actually think like this? I'm going to die!"

One weekend, Kevin and my husband came home together. Since we didn't have to work the next day, everyone drank to their hearts' content.

While we were drinking, my husband secretly teased me again. He'd wink at me and then look at Kevin, then subtly nod at Kevin before staring at me. This made my heart race, and my face flush with shyness. My crotch was constantly wet, and sitting on the sofa was incredibly uncomfortable, causing me to run to the bathroom repeatedly. Kevin, not understanding what was happening, joked that I might be urinating frequently, which made my husband laugh. It made me want to pounce on him and bite him a few times. As

soon as Kevin left after drinking, before I could retaliate, my husband pulled me into his arms and slipped his hand between my legs. As expected, my husband rubbed my wet labia, grinning mischievously, and said, "Wow! Another flood relief effort! I'm all alone, how can I withstand such a huge flood? I have to call Kevin for help right away, otherwise our house will be washed away. Haha..."

I pinched and twisted my husband in embarrassment, saying coquettishly, "Fine! Go ahead and scream! If you scream, I'll make you a cuckold, and that'll make you furious."

After playing around for a while, we took a shower and lay in bed. My body was still excited, and my labia were leaking uncontrollably. I couldn't wait any longer, so I turned off the light and took my husband's penis into my mouth. Finally, I reached orgasm with a soft moan as my husband thrust vigorously.

Lying in my husband's arms after making love, he caressed my breasts and asked, "Wife, was it good?"

"Mmm, very good."

Suddenly, he said, "Wife, do you want to make love with Kevin?"

Thinking he was talking about role-playing, I said, "Yes!"

He pressed, "Really?"

"Yes!"

He continued, "Then when will we find an opportunity for you and Kevin to make love?"

That's when it dawned on me. Trying to calm my wildly pounding heart, I said, "Are you crazy! You're actually letting me and Kevin… what do you take me for?!"

I couldn't continue. It was too sudden. While I was a little angry, a sliver of expectation actually arose in my heart.

This thought had crossed my mind many times before. To be honest, sometimes I really did have the urge to make love with Kevin, but it was just a thought, something that could never happen in reality. What was wrong with my husband today? Why would he say something like that? Could it be that my husband… I suppressed my doubts, turned on the light, looked at my husband, and said, “Honey, what’s wrong with you today? Do you suspect that Kevin and I…”

My husband knew I had misunderstood and interrupted me, saying, “Wife, you’ve misunderstood. I know you wouldn’t do anything with another man behind my back. I love you, and you love me. I’m telling the truth. Kevin pursued you before, and he still likes you in his heart, so… if you want, I won’t object to you and Kevin. Wife, to be honest, haven’t you… really thought about it?”

“I…”

I hesitated. My husband already knew about my past thoughts, and I couldn’t deny them, but it was all my husband’s doing. To be honest, what my husband just said really touched my heart, but I couldn't... "Husband, you... how could you want me and Kevin to be together? What kind of husband pushes his wife into the arms of another man, even actively asking his wife to do it with another man..."

Suddenly, a thought struck me. I stared intently into my husband's eyes. "Husband, could it be... that you've done something to betray me?"

"Wife, what are you thinking?" my husband hurriedly protested. "Why are you doubting me? Don't you know what kind of husband you have? You think I'm... Hey! Wife, you've misunderstood. I really didn't mean anything by it. Wife, I love you. For over a year, we've been playing role-playing games, and you've always been so excited. I know you like Kevin too, and I know you're a good wife. Even if you have some feelings for him, you might still do something with him... I... sigh! How should I put it! I... I really want you to be happy, to make you joyful, to give you more love, to make you... to make your lovemaking more fulfilling."

Although I had some doubts, I knew my husband well enough to believe he wouldn't do anything outside the marriage. Putting aside my doubts, I was moved by my husband's sincerity and love. He loved me so much; for my happiness and for my satisfaction in our sex life, he actually... I hugged him tightly and said excitedly, "Husband, I love you. I only love you. I know... I know how good you are to me, but I can't... I don't want anyone else. Even if you can't make love to me anymore, I won't cheat on you with anyone else. I will love you for the rest of my life."

I spoke from the bottom of my heart, with heartfelt gratitude and sincerity. I felt I loved my husband even more than before, and I kissed him passionately.

My husband held me tightly, responding to my kisses, until I was almost breathless before I released his mouth. Looking at him affectionately, I said, "Honey, I love you."

My husband patted my butt, chuckling, "Wife, you little slut, I love you too. But... sigh! Never mind, I can't force you into prostitution, can I? I can't just pin you down on the bed and let Kevin rape you. Since... since you don't want to..."

I pinched my husband's penis hard, laughing and cursing, "You bastard!"

My husband shouted exaggeratedly, "Ahhh! You've ruined my dick, it's finished, ruined."

"It's better that it's ruined, who told you to be bad, calling me... calling me..." Thinking of my husband asking me to have sex with Kevin, my face suddenly turned bright red, and I stammered, unable to continue.

My husband laughed, his face full of ambiguity, and said, "What am I asking you? I didn't force you! I was just offering a suggestion for my wife's consideration. My dear wife, why don't you... think about it... ah... haha..."

"Consider my ass! No way!"

I said, but my husband's words still made my heart pound, and my body began to arouse.

My husband knows me well; he knew I was getting aroused again. He reached out and turned off the light, then pounced on me.

I hugged him tightly. When he turned off the light, I knew what he was going to do, and his words were still echoing in my mind. He kissed me, his hands grasping and kneading my breasts forcefully. I instantly became excited, and my desire intensified. His words resonated in my mind, and the image of Kevin surfaced in my heart. My body craved more and more, craving to make love with Kevin.

My husband sensed my excitement and kissed me, saying, "Lingling, your husband wants me to have sex with you. Are you willing? Are you willing for me to fuck you?"

My body trembled violently, and in a daze, I felt like I was really lying in Kevin's arms, anticipating making love with him. A gush of lustful fluid flowed from my vagina, and I hugged Kevin tightly, as if afraid he would leave me. My legs involuntarily lifted, my buttocks thrusting upwards, and I moaned softly, "Oh...yes...Kevin...I'm willing...oh...I want to make love with you...oh...love me...I want you to fuck me...oh..."

Kevin was also excited, and amidst my moans, his penis plunged into my vagina, thrusting quickly and powerfully.

My lust reached its peak; the moment Kevin's penis entered me, I almost reached orgasm, my vagina convulsing uncontrollably, and lustful fluid gushed out like a spring. I thrust my hips wildly, moaning, "Oh... Kevin... I love you... Oh... Oh... I want to make love with you... Oh... I want you to fuck me... Harder... Fuck this little slut... Oh... Oh... Oh... Kevin... Kevin... Love me... Love me harder... Oh... Oh oh oh..."

Kevin thrust his penis rapidly, one hand kneading my breasts hard.

"Little slut, Lingling, I really want to fuck your cunt, be my little bitch, okay?"

"Oh...okay...this little slut misses you too...oh...misses you fucking my cunt...Kevin...fuck me hard...oh...oh...Kevin...I'm your little bitch...oh...harder...Kevin harder...oh...oh oh...fuck the little bitch...fuck your little bitch...ah...ah...ah...Kevin...this little bitch misses you...oh...misses you fucking my cunt...oh...oh...oh oh oh...I'm going to die...oh...oh oh oh...fuck me to death...fuck the little bitch to death...Kevin...Kevin...oh...oh...oh...oh oh oh oh..."

Kevin's penis suddenly plunged deep into my vagina, and began to ejaculate violently, streams of semen surging into my vagina, directly hitting my cervix. I felt as if Kevin's semen was shooting directly into my heart, and my cervix seemed to expand, receiving Kevin's semen. My body trembled violently, and my vagina contracted sharply, tightly gripping Kevin's penis and sucking it incessantly, as if trying to draw Kevin into my entire body.

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