Special sex

One day last month, I attended a class reunion and drank a bit too much. Stimulated by my classmates' unrestrained and talkative manner, around nine o'clock, my face flushed, I returned home excitedly. Sitting on the sofa, I felt uncomfortable, empty, and lonely.
Suddenly, I heard my husband coughing from the study; I knew he was watching those embarrassing videos again. I usually hate it when he watches that kind of thing, even though he often tries to get me to watch with him, I always firmly refuse. But now, whether it was the alcohol or the emptiness, those videos seemed to have a tempting allure.
I gently pushed open the door and came in. Sure enough, my husband was still engrossed, staring intently at the computer screen at several naked men and women entwined together, their moans and groans filling the air.
"What are you watching? Is it that good?" My husband was startled. He turned around and saw me glancing at the screen frequently. He was immediately flattered and ushered me to his chair. He then excitedly and incessantly explained the plot on the screen, glancing at me whenever the exciting parts came on.
I knew it was called "multiple partners," a sex game involving one woman and multiple men, or one man and multiple women.
As the plot rose and fell, the female protagonist, stimulated by several men using their hands and mouths, was still moaning excitedly despite having a very thick male penis in her mouth. She seemed to be bathing in a sea of pleasure, completely intoxicated.
Since my husband hadn't touched me for months, my desire was instantly aroused by the alcohol and the stimulating scene. My face burned, and my lower abdomen felt like it was crawling with a thousand worms, itchy and uncomfortable. My legs involuntarily pressed tightly together. My husband noticed
my uneasy movements and, while saying how sexy and happy the female protagonist was, he came up behind me and began to caress my body and breasts. When he lifted my skirt and reached under my legs to caress me, he immediately understood, removing my skirt and my soaking wet underwear, and pulling me onto his lap.
Months of pent-up desire, like a flood bursting its banks, overwhelmed me, and I abandoned all restraint, nestling into his arms. My hand slipped between his legs, grasping and stroking his manhood.
Perhaps my fervor completely ignited my husband's desire; our passion was no less intense than during our honeymoon. During our repeated thrusts, burning with lust and a thirst for satisfaction, my husband repeatedly whispered in my ear that we should have another strong, muscular man to serve me, to let me experience the joy of being loved. In my heightened state, I agreed without hesitation. That night, perhaps because I had agreed to my husband's perverse idea, we tormented each other for half the night.
The next day, my husband eagerly created a QQ group called "Green Spring," pulling in people with similar interests from his existing group. The group mainly shared private videos, discussed sex techniques, couples' dating, and group sex.
Lately, my husband has said that they talk mostly about the pleasure and excitement of group sex. Seeing that the time was right, he expressed his desire to find a single, high-quality man under forty to spend the night with me. Without my consent, he sent my information in a text description to a group chat.

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