Passionate Trio

In the dead of night, desires inevitably stir within me. In my spare time, I'd like to share the wonderful encounter I had at 69.
Because my wife isn't in Shenzhen, and everyone has desires, I often crave passion. Of course, over the years I've met many women, and we've all enjoyed each other's company, but sometimes a single activity doesn't seem to satisfy my inner yearning. I long for more exciting and stimulating experiences and scenes to please each other.
By chance, I entered the 69 community, where I met friends who shared my struggles. We made many friends, and together we created that pinnacle of pleasure—
a few days ago, I met a couple in Shenzhen. Through conversation, I learned about their situation, and I also shared my own for their reference. We chatted a few times on QQ, and I learned about my body and sexuality. I was very honest and truthful in introducing myself. They are also a couple married for 5 or 6 years, and inevitably, affection has replaced passion. They crave new elements to inject into their relationship to make it stronger. I understand they love each other very much; the husband craves other men to give his wife orgasms, to be aroused by other men, and to moan and achieve orgasm under other men's bodies. There's a bit of a cuckold mentality involved, I guess. As a man, I can understand that. I also followed the rules for single men, explaining my situation in detail and trying to impress them with sincerity and character. What we needed was mutual pleasure without causing any harm, and I wouldn't pry into things I shouldn't ask. Later, I talked to my wife a few more times alone, and we both felt good about each other, so we planned to meet.
We were both looking forward to it. After arranging a time, we decided to meet and see how it went. I went to a place near them to meet. My husband was tall and handsome, and my wife was gentle and pretty. We were both white-collar workers, so there was no awkwardness at all. We hit it off immediately. I suggested we grab something to eat, and we went to a restaurant that suited their tastes. We chatted while we ate, and my husband excused himself to go to the restroom, giving my wife and me a chance to talk alone. After the meal, they asked each other how it went and were both quite satisfied, so they said they were going to rest.
I booked a room at a nearby hotel and texted them. They came up shortly after. My husband suggested I take a shower first, and then my wife would go. Hearing the running water, I lost interest in watching TV. I looked at my husband, who seemed quite calm, haha. My wife came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel; her figure was exquisite. I went to shower too, and we lay down on the bed together. I gently stroked her, and she said she'd wait for me, which I did. After the three of us showered, my wife lay in the middle, and we began to kiss, one on each side, starting from the ears. I lightly kissed the edges of her ears with the tip of my tongue, gently blew on them, and sucked on her earlobes. In the dim light, we both became aroused.
Then I kissed her smooth, jade-like neck, licking and kissing it from bottom to top. I left the opportunity for a French kiss to my husband. Then I kissed her delicate chin, slowly sucking on her soft lips, first one at a time, our hands starting to knead her breasts. Her breasts weren't very large, but they were full, without any signs of sagging, and felt wonderful to the touch. My fingers kneaded, pinched, rubbed, twisted, and trembled those pearls, while my mouth sucked on both of her lips together, gently parting her teeth, my tongue plunging in. She responded passionately, our tongues intertwining, and I passionately sucked on her nectar---
We started attacking her breasts with our mouths, beginning with the outer circle, slowly making circles, then bringing our tongues closer to the center—sucking on her nipples, pushing up and down with the tip of our tongues, repeating this sucking and pushing. She started moaning, which aroused me even more. I licked her nipples up and down with my tongue, and they started to harden and turn red. As I licked, I watched my husband kissing her other nipple. Looking at her again, her eyes slightly closed, enjoying this beautiful moment,

my hand slowly began to reach down to her lower body. I felt a thick patch of hair, playing with her pubic hair, gently circling her vulva, lightly massaging it, not rushing to reach her sensitive areas. I felt her body throbbing, yearning for something. I reached out and touched her, feeling her overflowing wetness—
at this moment, my husband lifted her up and kissed her from behind, parting her legs with both hands, revealing her vulva completely before my eyes. Her labia were neat, and the color was quite nice. I gently parted her labia with my fingers, seeing the glistening inside. I gestured for my husband to carry her to the bedside, and I began to kiss her feet, starting with the soles, then the ankles—slowly moving to her toes. This perspective was quite impactful. I took each finger in my mouth, then licked her toes, my tongue slowly moving upwards to her calves, then her thighs, from the outside to the inside—
I started by licking her sensitive triangle area, slowly moving my tongue from bottom to top. With each lick, I would look at her with rapt attention. My tongue then began to lick her labia, and she became excited watching me, her juices flowing even more. I probed deep inside—stirring and sucking her nectar—and then inserted my fingers, first one, rotating it left and right, then slowly going deeper. My thumb gently tapped her clitoris, while my other hand covered it, fully exposing it, slowly probing and exploring—then two fingers, my mouth gently sucking on her clitoris—my fingers slightly bent inside, finding the G-spot. My hands moved faster and faster, feeling her body arch upwards, pressing against the upper wall as I thrust. Her moans grew louder. My husband and she were French kissing, his hands kneading her breasts vigorously. I felt her body react strongly. Her moans became a little strange, and the sounds of my thrusting grew louder. I knew she was about to climax. Just as she was calming down, I quickly withdrew two fingers—I didn't see the elusive squirting, haha, but she was very satisfied. Actually, what could be more satisfying for a man than a woman's climax? I know I can usually bring women to orgasm during foreplay. Haha,
after she calmed down, we started double penetration, oral sex, double penetration, sandwich positions, etc. We both climaxed several times. We spent the afternoon at the hotel. I ejaculated four times, and my husband three times. Thank you both
! I sincerely look forward to the next wonderful beginning.
In the dead of night, desires inevitably stir within me. In my spare time, I'd like to share the wonderful encounter I had at 69.
Because my wife isn't in Shenzhen, and everyone has desires, I often crave passion. Of course, over the years I've met many women, and we've all enjoyed each other's company, but sometimes a single activity doesn't seem to satisfy my inner yearning. I long for more exciting and stimulating experiences and scenes to please each other.
By chance, I entered the 69 community, where I met friends who shared my struggles. We made many friends, and together we created that pinnacle of pleasure—
a few days ago, I met a couple in Shenzhen. Through conversation, I learned about their situation, and I also shared my own for their reference. We chatted a few times on QQ, and I learned about my body and sexuality. I was very honest and truthful in introducing myself. They are also a couple married for 5 or 6 years, and inevitably, affection has replaced passion. They crave new elements to inject into their relationship to make it stronger. I understand they love each other very much; the husband craves other men to give his wife orgasms, to be aroused by other men, and to moan and achieve orgasm under other men's bodies. There's a bit of a cuckold mentality involved, I guess. As a man, I can understand that. I also followed the rules for single men, explaining my situation in detail and trying to impress them with sincerity and character. What we needed was mutual pleasure without causing any harm, and I wouldn't pry into things I shouldn't ask. Later, I talked to my wife a few more times alone, and we both felt good about each other, so we planned to meet.
We were both looking forward to it. After arranging a time, we decided to meet and see how it went. I went to a place near them to meet. My husband was tall and handsome, and my wife was gentle and pretty. We were both white-collar workers, so there was no awkwardness at all. We hit it off immediately. I suggested we grab something to eat, and we went to a restaurant that suited their tastes. We chatted while we ate, and my husband excused himself to go to the restroom, giving my wife and me a chance to talk alone. After the meal, they asked each other how it went and were both quite satisfied, so they said they were going to rest.
I booked a room at a nearby hotel and texted them. They came up shortly after. My husband suggested I take a shower first, and then my wife would go. Hearing the running water, I lost interest in watching TV. I looked at my husband, who seemed quite calm, haha. My wife came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel; her figure was exquisite. I went to shower too, and we lay down on the bed together. I gently stroked her, and she said she'd wait for me, which I did. After the three of us showered, my wife lay in the middle, and we began to kiss, one on each side, starting from the ears. I lightly kissed the edges of her ears with the tip of my tongue, gently blew on them, and sucked on her earlobes. In the dim light, we both became aroused.
Then I kissed her smooth, jade-like neck, licking and kissing it from bottom to top. I left the opportunity for a French kiss to my husband. Then I kissed her delicate chin, slowly sucking on her soft lips, first one at a time, our hands starting to knead her breasts. Her breasts weren't very large, but they were full, without any signs of sagging, and felt wonderful to the touch. My fingers kneaded, pinched, rubbed, twisted, and trembled those pearls, while my mouth sucked on both of her lips together, gently parting her teeth, my tongue plunging in. She responded passionately, our tongues intertwining, and I passionately sucked on her nectar---
We started attacking her breasts with our mouths, beginning with the outer circle, slowly making circles, then bringing our tongues closer to the center—sucking on her nipples, pushing up and down with the tip of our tongues, repeating this sucking and pushing. She started moaning, which aroused me even more. I licked her nipples up and down with my tongue, and they started to harden and turn red. As I licked, I watched my husband kissing her other nipple. Looking at her again, her eyes slightly closed, enjoying this beautiful moment,

my hand slowly began to reach down to her lower body. I felt a thick patch of hair, playing with her pubic hair, gently circling her vulva, lightly massaging it, not rushing to reach her sensitive areas. I felt her body throbbing, yearning for something. I reached out and touched her, feeling her overflowing wetness—
at this moment, my husband lifted her up and kissed her from behind, parting her legs with both hands, revealing her vulva completely before my eyes. Her labia were neat, and the color was quite nice. I gently parted her labia with my fingers, seeing the glistening inside. I gestured for my husband to carry her to the bedside, and I began to kiss her feet, starting with the soles, then the ankles—slowly moving to her toes. This perspective was quite impactful. I took each finger in my mouth, then licked her toes, my tongue slowly moving upwards to her calves, then her thighs, from the outside to the inside—
I started by licking her sensitive triangle area, slowly moving my tongue from bottom to top. With each lick, I would look at her with rapt attention. My tongue then began to lick her labia, and she became excited watching me, her juices flowing even more. I probed deep inside—stirring and sucking her nectar—and then inserted my fingers, first one, rotating it left and right, then slowly going deeper. My thumb gently tapped her clitoris, while my other hand covered it, fully exposing it, slowly probing and exploring—then two fingers, my mouth gently sucking on her clitoris—my fingers slightly bent inside, finding the G-spot. My hands moved faster and faster, feeling her body arch upwards, pressing against the upper wall as I thrust. Her moans grew louder. My husband and she were French kissing, his hands kneading her breasts vigorously. I felt her body react strongly. Her moans became a little strange, and the sounds of my thrusting grew louder. I knew she was about to climax. Just as she was calming down, I quickly withdrew two fingers—I didn't see the elusive squirting, haha, but she was very satisfied. Actually, what could be more satisfying for a man than a woman's climax? I know I can usually bring women to orgasm during foreplay. Haha,
after she calmed down, we started double penetration, oral sex, double penetration, sandwich positions, etc. We both climaxed several times. We spent the afternoon at the hotel. I ejaculated four times, and my husband three times. Thank you both
! I sincerely look forward to the next wonderful beginning.

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