My Husband's Blessing - A Single Man's Diary (Continued)

We finally set a time, but I couldn't sleep the night before! I asked my husband, "Do you still love me after this?" He replied, "Yes! Really, it's just a game. I want you to be happy and satisfied!" But I was still very uneasy, both looking forward to it and feeling scared and nervous! Men and women are really different. On our virginity day, I saw that my husband was only excited and nervous, but he didn't seem to worry about me at all.
The next day, I checked into the hotel and texted Mr. A. He kindly replied that he'd wait nearby until I was settled before coming up. As I entered the room, before I'd even closed the door and drawn the curtains, my husband walked in. I turned and gently went to him, putting my arm around his neck and burying my face in his shoulder. I was wearing a delicate lace rose-patterned cheongsam dress (he'd never seen me wear one before), my curly hair falling perfectly over my shoulders, softening my features and adding a touch of femininity and allure. He held me tightly around the waist, and a soft breath of warm air whispered in my ear: "You're so beautiful!" Those words made my heart flutter. Isn't this what it means for a woman to dress up for the one she loves? After a passionate kiss, I knelt before him. That familiar treasure had been eagerly awaiting my caresses and nourishment. Amidst my husband's panting breaths, I sucked passionately. He couldn't contain himself, turning me over and pressing me against the edge of the bed, squeezing and kneading my plump buttocks with his hands. His tongue touched my honeyed opening, and my body trembled slightly. Soon, his erect penis slid into my body. With each thrust, I panted and swayed as I texted A, "Come on up!" The doorbell rang, and my husband pushed me to open the door. A, seeing us disheveled, opened the door, a little shy and embarrassed. To get him into the mood, I raised my buttocks on the bed to give my husband oral sex, my plump buttocks facing A. As we entwined, A slowly became aroused, gently pulling down the pink thong of my panties. His fingertips and tongue roamed over my private parts. A's sighs and sucking sounds sent waves of heat through my body. So hot! I pleaded with A to help me unzip my clothes and bra. Feeling liberated, my tongue was also controlled by the heat and passed to my husband's penis. Amid my indistinct breathing, moans, and tongue entanglements, my husband joined in the three-person game.
Finally, A was fully in the mood. Holding the whip in my hand, I felt its hardness and heat. Lying flat on the bed, my head was licking my husband's testicles as he stood by the bed. The whip probed into the hole I deeply longed for, the flower at the bottom of the hole being pushed open. With each thrust from A, my mind went blank, and I became a slave to my body. Physiological sensations controlled my consciousness. I couldn't distinguish which hand was my husband's and which was A's. My head, tilted back, greedily sucked on my husband's penis, using the sensations of my body to tell him how lost and out of control I was!
After a few moments of switching positions, my husband picked up the camera to take pictures, but I couldn't fully engage. I needed his participation, but this wasn't his usual self. He was half-lying on the sofa, my penis limply resting on his thighs. I went over, knelt between his legs, and gently took my penis into my mouth, soothing and encouraging it with my tongue! But it didn't help much. So, like a cat, I nestled against his broad chest, gazing at him affectionately. He looked back at me tenderly and lovingly, stroking my head and saying, "Go on, I'll watch you." So we climbed back onto the bed, and under A's relentless thrusting, I reached a climax. After a short rest, my husband's body pressed against mine, and we kissed lightly. When our lips met, it wasn't passion, but tenderness. He whispered in my ear, "You can't meet A alone." Oh! I understood why he couldn't get up earlier; jealousy had inadvertently seeped into his penis. I laughed! Of course not! This is the bottom line for our outings: mutual support, mutual trust, and love as the foundation. Silly boy, have you forgotten? Beneath him, I slowly, slowly melted...
Mr. A left first, and I saw him to the door wrapped in a bath towel, thanking him for his thoughtfulness! Back in bed, I nestled in my husband's arms and gently kissed his cheek, thanking him for his love!

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