Thoughts 2016.12.23

December 23, 2016, Friday evening.
It was a special and nerve-wracking day for my husband and me.
We'd secretly traveled to a city an hour and a half from ours to meet a young man, 24 years old, an Aries. My husband said he had a lot of experience with threesomes and could quickly get us into the mood.
Beforehand, he and my husband had chatted for a long time, and my husband had shown him his picture; he was a fair-skinned young man. My husband said he was quite polite, and before meeting, we agreed on three rules: he must use a condom, he absolutely could not put his fingers inside my vagina, and he absolutely could not kiss me on the lips. (My brother is quite protective of me.)
My husband and I were really looking forward to this day, but as time went on, I became increasingly nervous. Firstly, because I'd never tried a threesome before, and more importantly, because I had no experience with anyone other than my husband, let alone having sex with someone else in front of the man I love.
But my husband kept reassuring me, telling me that I just needed to enjoy myself, and he and the young man could handle the rest.
So, with nervousness and trepidation, the day finally arrived.
My husband and I arrived at the hotel first. A little while later, my husband said the young man had arrived and he'd come down to meet him. He told me to wait patiently in the hotel and gave me a sexy nightgown he'd bought, telling me to examine it and wear it after my shower.
I sat on the bed with the nightgown, too embarrassed to speak. This time, it really was going to be a threesome.
A little while later, my husband brought the young man in. Oh my god, he really was a young man, fair-skinned and clean-cut, but I didn't dare look at him and hid behind my husband. My husband chatted with him while telling me to go in and shower first.
After I finally finished showering, the young man also went in to shower with his clothes. Looking at my sexy nightgown, my husband excitedly said, "My wife looks so beautiful tonight! Let me kiss you first, otherwise you won't belong to me later." So my husband domineeringly kissed my entire body. When he got to my clitoris, he realized I was already incredibly wet. I could feel my husband was actually hard, but he held back, kissing me while waiting for the young man to come out.
When the young man came out of the bathroom, my husband calmly picked up his clothes and went to take a shower. Only the young man I hadn't even met yet was left in the room. I hid under the covers, too scared to look at him. He came over and said, "It's so cold," then snuggled under the covers with me, saying, "Let's warm up together." I was still very nervous and didn't dare look at him. He then leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Are you nervous?" I nodded. He said, "I'll take care of everything, okay?" I nodded again.
Then I felt his leg reach over and hook around mine, a tingling sensation immediately spreading throughout my body. Next, his arms encircled my waist, and he leaned in, kissing my neck, saying, "You're so beautiful." He kept kissing me, his hands starting to roam over my body. When he kissed my chest, his hands also began to grope my nipples. Oh my god! No, no! But my mouth was already starting to let out soft moans of pleasure.
Encouraged by my actions, or perhaps convinced he was aroused, he kissed me more and more passionately, his movements always gentle and soft, impossible to resist. He quickly reached my inner thighs, then kissed the surrounding area, but avoided my genitals. By this time, I was beyond control; moral restraint and physical desire intertwined, making it even more irresistible.
Suddenly, his hand lightly touched my genitals, and he looked at me, saying, "So wet! How embarrassing!" But I had to admit, I was already very wet.
My husband came out after showering. Looking at him, I was terrified he'd be angry if he saw me with someone else, but he was calm and even took out his phone to take pictures. The young man also crawled under the covers and started kissing my genitals, then my husband started kissing me. This feeling began to change, something I'd never experienced before. My mouth was filled with my husband's lips, and my genitals were filled with another stranger, younger than me, kissing me incredibly gently.
At this point, my husband's camera became even bolder, directly pulling back the covers to capture the young man kissing me and my expression. I had begun to accept the fact that we were in a threesome and gradually let go of my inhibitions.
Then, my husband guided me to kiss the young man's penis while he began to advance on me. Only then did I see clearly that the young man's penis was quite large; judging by its size, it wouldn't be smaller than my husband's if fully aroused. Through the condom, I kissed it, and he let out a low growl. My husband, meanwhile, was enjoying himself while filming the whole thing.

To be continued...

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