Good partner

Sitting on the toilet to pee in the early morning, I felt dizzy and needed someone to cheer me up, I thought. "Honey," my husband, wearing an apron, came over. "What?" "I'm done peeing," I said, my eyes filled with desire, and I slowly moved towards the toilet tank, exposing my vulva to him. My husband was shocked. His eyes were fixed on my vulva. He unconsciously knelt down, hugged my buttocks, and moved forward so my vulva was facing him. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and without hesitation, licked it. A soft, warm force melted me. Numbness, itchiness, heat. Gradually, my consciousness began to blur.
This was the second year of my marriage with my husband. We met through a blind date. I thought he was a good partner, acceptable in every way. Soon, our parents met, we got our marriage certificate, and the wedding day was just around the corner, but then everything changed.
It was four days before our wedding. I posted our marriage certificate on WeChat Moments. Unexpectedly, my ex-boyfriend saw it. My ex-boyfriend lived not far from us, about 300 kilometers away. He worked in sales, so he would occasionally visit my city, but he never contacted me. That day, he saw my wedding certificate post and sent me a WeChat message with his blessings. I didn't think too much about it and accepted. He asked when I was getting married, and I said four days later. He said he wanted to come and congratulate me, and I said okay. He was my fourth boyfriend, well-endowed and good in bed, always making me feel very comfortable. Our relationship was pretty good for six months. One day, he said he wanted to try something new, that he'd have his "little brother" have sex with me. At that moment, I overestimated my importance to him and argued with him. As a result, he never spoke to me again…
To be honest, I still feel quite regretful about him. I wish we could have continued together. I was willing to lick his glans after he ejaculated, just because he conquered me in his car on our very first day together. The next afternoon, he drove to my place, saying he was worried I might not be able to come to my wedding and wanted to send his blessings in advance. At that moment, my heart warmed. My ex-boyfriend was aloof and never cared about me. We met on the street; he approached me, and I accepted. From the moment I saw him, I knew what was going to happen. He suggested we go get something to eat, but I suggested we drive around because I couldn't wait any longer. That evening, my husband and I treated him to dinner—just the three of us. Although we didn't talk much, the atmosphere was quite pleasant. After dinner, it was around 8 PM, and it was already dark. My husband and I drove him back to his place. When we arrived, he formally asked my husband if he wanted to talk to me alone. I was conflicted, but the memories were so beautiful that I couldn't bring myself to say no. Since my husband was busy with our wedding and quite tired, I told him to go home first, and I'd take a taxi home later. After my husband left, he didn't go upstairs but instead hailed a taxi. I asked him what he was doing, and he said he didn't live there, without saying much more. I got in the car with him, and we arrived at a budget hotel. He said he was staying there, so I went upstairs with him. In the room, he told me to make myself at home and went to boil water. After boiling the water, he didn't rush to speak, but lit a cigarette and said to me, "I've missed you a lot since you left." I almost cried. While I was trying to hide my emotion, he tackled me. When I came to my senses, I panicked. I couldn't betray my husband. He said, "We've been together for over six months, and I've always been the one doing your thing, never giving you oral sex. You've always given me oral sex, always served me. I feel indebted to you for this." At that moment, this scene flashed through my mind: someone I hadn't seen for two years offering to give me oral sex, and I had never experienced being given oral sex by a man before. What could I say? Before I could even react, he had already lifted my skirt and was sniffing my vulva through my stockings and underwear. At that moment, my mind went blank; I felt an urge to retaliate against him for not cherishing me properly. Gradually, I felt myself getting wet, something moving on my labia. I was so itchy. Slowly, I started moaning, his tongue still busy below. I couldn't control my orgasms anymore; I had already had two, each time the juices were sucked dry, and I felt so satisfied. He didn't look up, and I endured the tingling sensation without moving. Suddenly, there was no more movement below, and when I opened my eyes, I saw my ex-boyfriend's black, glossy penis. Tears welled up in my eyes. He looked at me and said in a masculine voice, "Take it in."
Next, my ex-boyfriend leaned against the headboard, and I knelt between his legs, my mouth filled with his long-missed penis. This penis was not only long, but also thick; not only thick, but also hard; not only hard, but also hot. I went crazy, giving him oral sex with all my might. Soon, our position became 69. I moaned desperately, masturbating frantically. This was the first time someone had kissed my genitals; I couldn't take it, I really couldn't take it. As I screamed myself hoarse, he pushed me away and made me kneel on the floor, which I did. He sat on the edge of the bed, his penis just twenty centimeters from my nose. He looked at me and said, word by word, "Before, you were my girlfriend. I made you sleep with other people, and that was my mistake. But from now on, you'll be my bitch. You'll do whatever I tell you to do." I gave in and nodded helplessly. He made me repeat myself, and I said, "I'm your bitch. I'll do whatever you tell me to do." I repeated it three times, my throat hoarse from screaming. The neighbors could probably hear me. Finally, he started fucking me. All sorts of positions, all sorts of positions, an unprecedented satisfaction. Until dawn the next day, he made me kneel on the floor and go to sleep. At that moment, my thought was, "As long as you're willing to fuck me, I'll do anything." Around eight in the morning, my phone woke up my ex-boyfriend and me. My ex-boyfriend took the phone, saw it was my husband calling, and told me to tell him to come home and wait for me, that I'd be there soon. I did. My ex-boyfriend quickly washed up and asked me, still kneeling on the floor, "Do you remember what you promised me last night?" I nodded and said, "I'm your bitch, I'll do whatever you say." At that moment, I felt resigned; as long as he was willing to fuck me, I would do anything. My ex-boyfriend carefully cleaned every inch of my skin and licked me. I was deeply moved. We had a simple breakfast and took a taxi back to our new house. It was already past eleven. As soon as I entered the house, I saw my husband, and it felt like I was seeing a bad person, a stranger, someone who would ruin my relationship with my ex-boyfriend. My husband was also surprised to see me and my ex-boyfriend. He was about to speak when my ex-boyfriend interrupted him. My ex-boyfriend took the initiative and gestured for us to sit down. After we sat down, he spoke first to my husband, saying, "We fought all night last night, and now she's my bitch." My husband looked at me in surprise. I lowered my head and said, "I'm Hua's bitch now, I'll do whatever he says." My husband looked at me, puzzled, without saying a word. Just then, my ex-boyfriend's phone rang. He picked it up (the address of our new house), and a moment later there was a knock at the door. He opened it, and I looked up to see two of his buddies come in. One of them was the one he'd asked me to have sex with. After they sat down, my ex-boyfriend said to me, "Can you keep them company today?" I nodded. He said, "You're my friends. I'm into this kind of thing, the more chaotic the better." He asked the other two, "What do you think of this beautiful woman?" They looked me up and down: S-shaped figure, 1.65 meters tall, beautiful face, fair skin, and a light green dress. They were both stunned. One of them spoke first, "Not bad." My ex-boyfriend said, "Not bad, you three can go back inside." The two men came over and led me to the bedroom. At that moment, my last shred of rationality was still thinking about what would happen between my husband and my ex-boyfriend. My rationality vanished in an instant. What followed was the smell of sweat, the smell of mutton, my uncontrollable moans, the satisfaction from my genitals, and the thunderous shock in my brain. About an hour later, my ex-boyfriend opened the door. I was lying in bed, wiping the semen off my face with my fingers. He told the two men to wait downstairs and told me to get dressed and come out. Dragging my tired body, I went to the spot where I had sat an hour earlier and looked at my husband smoking. My ex-boyfriend said to me, "You and her can still get married. I'll come to see you from time to time," and then he left without looking back. My heart sank. After he left, I became anxious. I yelled at my husband, "Tell me, how can you forgive me? I won't change!" My husband said calmly, "Tell me every time you come back from having sex with someone else." I went over, knelt on the floor, looked into my husband's eyes, and said, "Honey, I know you love me."

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