Remembering the handsome single man in my life (Part 2)

When my husband came out, we were already naked and entwined together. I was startled and abruptly pulled his large penis out of my mouth, then shyly lay on the bed. Suddenly feeling guilty towards my husband, he flipped me over, squeezed my breasts with both hands, and kissed me tightly with his tongue, muttering "little slut" repeatedly. I realized my husband wasn't angry, and I felt much relieved. A little while later, my husband gestured for me to take a shower. The single man carried me into the bathroom, and we lathered each other with shower gel. In the bathroom light, I discovered his penis was larger than I had imagined, and very muscular. My body, which had just calmed down, began to stir again, and I felt something flowing out down there. While I was facing away from him, his large penis immediately slid into my vagina. Although I was experienced, the sudden insertion of such a huge penis without warning still caused me excruciating pain. My husband's and the other men's penises I had had weren't this large. A wave of numbness followed, and I tried my best to remain silent, afraid my husband would hear. As his penis slipped out accidentally, I ran out of the bathroom and buried my face in my husband's arms. He didn't give me a chance to catch my breath; he grabbed my breasts, shoved his erect penis into my mouth, and the other man teased my genitals with his tongue.
Every woman hides a restless heart beneath her calm exterior, and I was no exception. I often had erotic dreams, including having sex with my idolized teachers and colleagues, and being gang-raped. But at this moment, I was being gang-raped by these two men. The teasing from the other man and my husband had already made me incredibly aroused. With each powerful thrust of his penis, I felt like I was in another world of bliss. This feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced before; the unpleasantness at work and the troubles in my life were all released. This is a major reason why I like threesomes.

At this point, I couldn't tell who my husband was anymore. I let these two men manipulate and ravage me in various positions. I don't know how long it lasted, but their semen gushed out, filling my mouth and vagina. There was only one large bed in the hotel. I was in the middle, and the two of them were on either side, talking about various aspects of life and ideals. He was a typical idealist. Later, we did it again, and my husband fell asleep, but neither of us was sleepy. We caressed each other's bodies, and when the mood struck, we did it. I barely slept that night, and the next morning my vagina was a little swollen, but I couldn't refuse my husband's needs. He watched us make love. After checking out and having breakfast, we parted ways. For
the next week, I was always distracted at work, often thinking about this familiar yet strange man. I desperately wanted to see him again. I finally made it to Friday, but I didn't know how to bring it up with my husband. I tentatively asked him if we should meet up with him again this week. My husband hesitated for a moment, and I could see his worry in his hesitation. He was worried that I might have fallen in love with this stranger. I quickly told my husband, "I admit I have feelings for him, but no one can replace you." My husband is very aware of our relationship, and then he said, "Whatever makes you happy." I gave my husband a deep kiss. I sent him a WeChat message, and he said he had time, so I invited him to our home this time. Around 8 pm, he drove to our apartment complex. To avoid running into acquaintances, I only had my husband come downstairs to meet him. He had indeed prepared carefully for this visit, bringing us many gifts, including this sexy lingerie. In the evening, he cooked several dishes for us, and we each drank some red wine. After we were full, I went to take a shower first. He came in during the shower, and we teased each other in the bathroom for a long time, just like last time. When I changed into this lingerie... After the lingerie session, I felt two hungry wolves staring at me, pouncing on me. I experienced gang rape again, a strange and unique feeling. The house wasn't as restrictive as the hotel last time. Every imaginable position and place bore the marks of our debauchery, including the sofa, coffee table, dining table, and kitchen.

After being served by them several times, I was exhausted. My husband went to sleep in another room, leaving me with him. Later, he said he was very grateful to my husband for this. We slept in each other's arms, caressing every inch of each other's skin. The previous shyness was gone. I often mounted him and initiated the act, deliberately making exaggerated noises; I guess my husband was also aroused. The next morning, my husband called from work, leaving only me at home. Afterwards, whenever we had a little energy, we would enjoy the pleasure and wonder of sex. We didn't go out all day, and when my husband came home in the evening, the three of us went out for dinner and a movie. When we got home, neither of us had the energy to continue making love. I was afraid my husband would be unhappy, so I stayed with him for a while before going to his room. I slept very soundly that night. The next day, after lunch, he went back to work.
For a long time afterward, whenever we had time on weekends, we would indulge in this world of three—eating, shopping, and making love together. At this point, sex wasn't the most important thing. I was intoxicated by the pampering of two men, and he and my husband were like old friends, talking about everything. We also tried dating other people to try something new, but we were never quite satisfied.
Work was very busy at the end of the year, and we hadn't been in touch for about two months. When I tried to contact him after the New Year, I found out I was pregnant. My husband and I were overjoyed and prepared to welcome our little one. After I told him, he said he was also getting married to his girlfriend. I suddenly felt a little lost, but our relationship was definitely not accepted by society. For our own happiness, we deleted each other's WeChat and phone numbers. We both wanted to focus on building our own lives. Now my child is almost two years old, and he's probably already married with children. Thank you to this man who brought me so much joy. I wish him eternal happiness. We're planning to experience this exciting life again. Are there any high-quality single men or couples of similar age who would like to contact us?

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