Thank you, husband. A young woman's sexual confession, part 3.

Drunk and wanton on the Yangtze River embankment, toys added to the fun. Speaking
of wanton sex in the wild, I'd thought about it, but with the sky as our roof and the earth as our bed, I'd never actually considered it. That day, at a class reunion, my husband arrived after we'd already drunk quite a bit. Perhaps it was the carefree atmosphere among classmates that made him, arriving late, also quite drunk. Living by the Yangtze River, we were like children who hadn't grown up, running to the riverbank to sober up. My husband put his arm around me and said, "Let's just walk home like this, and find that feeling from when we were dating." I wrapped my arms around his waist, staggering as we walked, and suddenly remembered when my husband would walk me home after evening self-study in school. Back then, just like now, the streetlights cast such long shadows of us, and I just wanted to keep walking like that forever.
"I don't want to walk anymore," I said. The alcohol was starting to make us dizzy. My husband said, "Yeah, I can't walk anymore either. Why don't we try it here?"
"This is the main road, people will come," I said.
"What time is it now? Only ghosts might see us, nobody will come." With that, my husband pulled me to sit down on the embankment. I leaned against him, and my husband lay down beside me, grabbing my hand and placing it on his bulging member.
"Wife, hurry up and kiss it, it can't move anymore," my husband said, pulling me along.
I blurted out, "You naughty girl, let's go home."
My husband seemed not to hear me, pushing my head towards his already erect penis. I sucked on my husband's penis, worried that someone might come, but the more I licked, the more I wanted to lick, and before I knew it, I was already soaking wet. I climbed on top of my husband's head, pulled down my underwear, it felt like I was about to drip, and before I knew it, I put it in my husband's mouth. He caught it with the tip of his tongue, like being electrocuted.
"Ah..." I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. My husband pulled me down by my legs, his tongue swirling inside me. I turned around, straddled my husband, grabbed his penis, and put it in my mouth. The more my husband licked me, the wetter I became, and the harder he became. "Hurry up and get on top!" my husband said impatiently. The moment we sat down, we both let out a nearly simultaneous "Ah!" My husband lay on the sloping embankment, and I grabbed his shoulders and started vigorously moving up and down. The late summer night wasn't so hot anymore, but I still felt like my whole body was on fire. I turned around, grabbing my husband's calves with both hands, twisting my hips back and forth, oblivious to where I was or what was happening. In the quiet night, the rushing sound of the river and our moans seemed remarkably harmonious.
My husband said I'd improved a lot: "Honey, let's try some more things."
I said, "Okay, whatever you say."
I don't know when he met a couple in a group chat, but since they lived nearby, they invited us over. My husband asked, "Want to come? It's just for dinner. If not, we can come back after dinner." My husband noticed my hesitation; suddenly, three people became four, and I wasn't prepared at all. This meant watching my husband being intimate with another woman right in front of me. How could I share such a wonderful husband with someone else? But then I thought, this is just a game. My husband can give me more and better experiences, so I shouldn't have too much mental burden. I
happened to be free that day, so I agreed. The hour-long drive quickly brought us to our destination. I was initially very nervous, but unexpectedly, the wife of the couple, F, and I hit it off immediately. Soon, we forgot all about men. Fate is a wonderful thing; things you wouldn't dare to try before might change because of someone. Because of her humor, I suddenly wanted to play with her, and even play games with our husbands, haha.
After dinner and karaoke, we tacitly headed straight to the hotel. My husband held my hand the whole way, and gradually my mindset calmed down. Eating and karaoke with friends I got along with, and then playing a game—don't worry about the details, the important thing is that the game makes everyone happy.
In the dim light, four naked men and women lay on a large bed. My husband's hands roamed over F's body, and I was nestled in the arms of F's husband, X. F's lips traveled all the way to her husband's penis, watching it harden into a shaft. Her husband's hands ran through F's hair, and in his eyes, I saw desire. A strange pang of sadness welled up inside me.
Just then, X turned me around to face him, snapping me back to reality. He began kissing me, wrapping my arms around his neck, his embrace tightening. Involuntarily, I lifted one leg and placed it on his waist. X looked at me with almost green eyes: "Maybe I should go in first, it can't hold back anymore." I pressed his buttocks down with my thigh, and he thrust in directly. Her husband stroked my back, kissing it gently with his warm lips. My body went limp, and I felt my heart race. X helped me sit up, and F sat on top of her husband. The sounds of two women moaning rose and fell, a constant rhythm of their movements. Seeing her husband's excitement, I felt all my previous reservations vanish. I stopped, grabbing F's breasts—so soft, so smooth, the woman's skin delicate and delicate.
"How about we kiss it together?" I looked at F. Without the slightest hesitation, she got up and kissed it. I, on the other hand, hesitated for a moment. I looked at my husband, who smiled at me, just like before. I leaned down, and our tongues occasionally touched. X lifted me up, and I knelt down, entwined with F on my husband's penis. X then thrust in from behind, and my husband grabbed my drooping breasts.
"Mmm... harder!" I couldn't help but sigh softly. X and my husband didn't know who I was talking to. One squeezed my breasts hard, while the other thrust into me violently. "Too... fast..." I couldn't take X's thrusts. X, however, continued to increase his speed. I gripped the sheets even tighter, and heavy breathing came from both of us.
My husband laid F flat and thrust into her, pounding into her hard, causing F to moan. Suddenly, I felt very happy. This wonderful man belonged only to me.
After a short rest, my husband said, "I brought the toy." He then magically produced the bag. F and X were both curious, not knowing when he had brought the sex machine we bought. "How do you play with this?" F asked, watching my husband set it up. X looked at me and said, "We'll find out when his wife plays with it."
My husband stroked my head and said, "You love this machine the most, right? Want to have some more fun?" "Then you have to kiss me. The more wet I am, the more fun it is," I said, hugging my husband and gently rubbing against his ear. Even though there were four of us, it felt like only my husband and I were there. We were afraid that playing would damage our relationship, but instead, it strengthened our bond. Following my heart, I quickly became very wet. My husband positioned the dildo against my vagina, occasionally sliding it against my clitoris.
"Come in, I want it so badly," I said. My husband turned on the switch, and the dildo slowly moved back and forth. I unconsciously aimed it at it, and in an instant, it filled all my emptiness. Spread your legs wider, wider still. My husband slowly increased the speed of the machine, letting it thrust in and out of me relentlessly. Desire was awakened by each thrust; I lost myself, overwhelmed by the impact, only able to moan with unrestrained pleasure. X shoved his penis into my mouth; I didn't know where I was going, only that I was using my body to meet this irresistible urge. I gripped his penis tightly, moving it back and forth in my mouth. My husband adjusted the speed, letting F work hard between his legs. In the quiet of the night, the moans and the smell of sweat made the sex seem even more ambiguous.
Is the machine more fun? Or is the person more fun? Of course, the person! The machine is just an embellishment, making our sex life more enjoyable, adding spice to our monotonous married life of over a decade.
On the way home, under the stars and moon, I asked my husband, "Did you really like me just now? Aren't you jealous at all?" My husband, gripping the steering wheel, smiled and said, "You seemed to be enjoying yourself so much, I was practically swallowing my jealousy." I looked at his profile, his slender frame, though the youthful awkwardness had faded, still as sweet as ever. If he hadn't been driving, I would have definitely jumped into his arms. Yes, my happiness made him happy.
The scenery may change, but you'll always be there. Thank you for being so good to me.
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