Strange experience

He was the one I was most infatuated with, and I was her one and only. Online, we felt like we'd known each other forever. He was successful in his career but lacked a fulfilling sex life; our shared interests and pursuits made us friends.

After a business trip, he made a detour to see me. In our previous interactions, his mature baritone voice and rich life experience had led me to fantasize about his appearance (tall, imposing, strong, handsome).

However, the internet is ultimately an illusion, and meeting him in person felt like a shattered mirror; he couldn't match the image in my mind, and a strange disappointment welled up within me. During our subsequent conversations, we rediscovered our connection; that familiar feeling suddenly returned. We both felt a longing, but neither of us expressed it.

Time was running out; the time for our breakup was drawing near. He seemed to have made a huge decision and said to me, "Let me take a good look at you." Without waiting for my response, he turned my body towards him, staring intently at me. Out of politeness, I turned my eyes back to him. He repeated everything he had said to me on the phone, his rapid breathing making it all too familiar. We couldn't help but embrace.

He was filled with excitement and passion, his hands roaming over my body, searching for what he desired. His lips, his tongue, his rapid breaths, and his hard erection pressing against my lower abdomen overwhelmed me. I yielded and fell onto the bed.

Everything felt so natural, like a couple separated for days. We began our first time.

When my mature, voluptuous body was revealed before him, he couldn't control himself. He cupped my breasts in his hands and suckled them passionately, with such force and abandon. I felt a strange excitement and stimulation, responding to him, responding to him, my gentle lips brushing against his ear, my hands caressing his body. I felt a warm current slowly flowing from my lower body. He lifted his head, his lips moving to my face, his hands sliding down my lower abdomen to my genitals, encountering the newly released fluid—his long-awaited fluid—and he couldn't resist inserting his penis.

Perhaps it was the lubrication of long-awaited love fluid, but he seemed twenty years younger, thrusting so fiercely, once, twice… Oh, ah, I couldn't help but let out cries of pleasure, hooking my legs tightly around his back, my vagina contracting rhythmically. Ah, I heard him shout, his body slamming heavily, then he collapsed on top of me—he ejaculated… We lay quietly on the bed like that. After a while, he apologized, saying he was too excited and couldn't control himself. Yes, it was too fast; I didn't have time to fully savor it. Perhaps that's the difference in age.

But I still didn't let him go, slowly licking his chest, between his breasts, occasionally sucking hard. Each time I sucked, he would excitedly and comfortably utter an "Oh," and his penis would respond. Then I slowly licked down his abdomen, reaching his penis, and took it into my mouth, licking the glans with the tip of my tongue. I sucked hard, spat it out, sucked again, spat again, while my breasts swayed in front of my chest with the movement of my head. All of this excited him again, and his penis quickly became hard. I seized the opportunity to sit on him, moving up and down, back and forth, three circles to the left, three circles to the right. It felt so good! Oh, he couldn't help but suck on my swaying breasts again, and we orgasmed almost simultaneously. Afterwards, he said that he hadn't had two orgasms in such a short time in many years.

When I told him this, he got excited too, and his penis returned to normal. I sat on him and repeated the actions I described, and he followed my rhythm, thrusting hard from below. My husband held my breasts from behind and kissed my lips. Wow, it was so exciting!

Then he placed me on the bed, lifted my legs onto his shoulders, and thrust his penis into my vagina. Ah, each time it felt like my uterus was being pierced. I wanted to dodge, to escape, but I was too weak to run. I looked to my husband for help, but he used his strong hands to hold my hands firmly on the bed, greedily watching from the side. At that moment, I felt only the pain after intense stimulation; my body felt like it no longer belonged to me.

Later, they switched positions, and my husband was on top. I was numb with excitement and didn't know how many times they switched. They knelt on the bed and made me take their penises in my mouth, but how could I take two swollen penises in my mouth at the same time? I could only suck on them alternately, perhaps from left to right, occasionally letting the two penises touch. They were extremely excited and made noises. He asked if we could insert them together. Good heavens, isn't "at the same time" just vagina and anus? I hurriedly shook my head and said no, no. He then told my husband, "You go first," but my husband insisted he go first. So I knelt on the bed, my mouth on my husband's penis, and he entered me from behind, gripping my waist with both hands and thrusting hard. Oh, oh, I let out a louder cry of pleasure than last time. He said, "Go ahead and scream, scream until the house collapses, no one will care."

He thrust harder and harder, while I felt like I was standing on a mountaintop, about to jump off, experiencing the thrill of bungee jumping. Ah, ah, I was sweating profusely, and I felt myself about to ejaculate again. As the fluid, like urine, gushed from my vagina again, he thrust even harder. Oh, oh... the orgasm came, and his semen gushed out of his body again. Ah, it was so beautiful; how synchronized it was for all three of us to reach orgasm. As for me, I collapsed onto the bed again, motionless.

That night, I slept between the two men. My husband placed my hands on their penises, one on each side. When I touched their penises, my hands immediately recoiled as if electrocuted. I was afraid, afraid they would get aroused again, afraid they would send me to heaven again.

At dawn, we enjoyed another threesome climax.

Yes, it was a unique and unforgettable experience. Although we didn't fulfill our wish for a foursome, it gave me a different kind of sexual experience—so stimulating, so exciting. I sincerely thank my husband for creating this opportunity for me. Thank you! My dear husband!

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