My First Threesome (Other Adult Fiction)

Our married life has been harmonious for many years. However, in the past year or so, I always feel that my desire is very strong. After the first time, I want it a second time, but my husband is no longer able to do it.

He loved me dearly, but my constant feeling of being unfulfilled made my day job irritable.

This kind of days went on until after the Spring Festival today. One night after work, he said to me mysteriously, "I'll find another one for you." I didn't react at the time and asked what he was looking for. He said another hunk. I was very angry at the time and felt that he was teasing me. I turned around and went to sleep in anger, but I couldn't calm down inside. We only saw three people or more together in adult movies, and never thought that I would do it myself.

To be honest, my desire is so strong that only two men or even one more can satisfy it. The feeling after the orgasm is so comfortable and refreshing, as if every cell and pore is breathing happily. I haven't had this feeling for a long time... He mentioned it again and again in the following days. I am very grateful to my husband in my heart. He completely abandoned the traditional concepts of Chinese people and put my physical pleasure first. I am sincerely grateful to him.

He asked me what kind of man I like, and I said someone like you, but he has to be sexually strong, otherwise there is no need.

After get off work that day, he said he wanted to take me out for Western food and meet a friend. It was that day that I met LZ. In the dim restaurant, ambiguous music filled my ears. There were not many people. We found a seat by the window and sat down. Outside the window was a parking lot and green bushes.

Outside the window I could see our black Teana and the cars coming in and out. My husband kept staring at me tenderly. I didn't dare look at him. I didn't quite understand this man in front of me who had been with me for so many years. I even doubted whether he really loved me, but his eyes told me that he loved me very much.

I waited anxiously.

At this time, my husband received a call and said he was coming.

After a moment, a boy of about 28 or 29 years old was standing next to us. He was not handsome, but had a standard build, about 1.75 meters tall and weighing over 70 kilograms. Fortunately, he did not look unpleasant.

He looked at me friendly, and my husband also acted friendly.

Obviously, at that moment, our attitude as a couple, especially my husband's attitude, was crucial. I was like a rabbit, and any unhappy voice or look from him would make me retreat and become crazy inside. I couldn't act open at that time because I was not very open, although I was usually very wild in bed.

I smiled and continued to sip my iced coffee.

They were talking about everything from whether they were busy with trivial work to the layout of the restaurant, and finally, the husband gently asked LZ if she had any experience before.

He said vaguely that he had done it once and it was okay. He said that first the woman had to relax and enjoy it and look at me.

I lowered my head and said nothing, just smiled. I thought to myself, can this man in front of me satisfy me? My husband said frankly that she is very strong and dedicated, so there should be no problem. He is just worried about whether you and I can satisfy her.

LZ said that it mainly depends on whether the two men cooperate with each other well.

I looked around and saw that the waiters were busy at various places and no one noticed our quiet conversation.

I stuck out my tongue.

My husband stroked my back and signaled me to calm down.

LZ looked at me from time to time, and I felt that he had a good impression of me.

I consider myself a mature young woman, and have the kind of charm that is quite popular nowadays.

Maybe like many people, meeting a stranger does not mean going to bed right away. It is the same for us. My husband suggested that we make another appointment another day and choose a better place or even my house.

He agreed too.

My husband whispered in my ear, I want to make your desire burn even more vigorously... On the way home, I asked my husband, are we crazy? Why does a simple sexual desire have to be solved through a threesome? What do you mean, husband? I asked him: Won't you regret it? If you were in that situation, could you accept my debauchery under the training of others? He was speechless for a long time, and then said silently: Why do you always have to think so clearly, do you need me to interrogate your soul? We live to be happy, and there are many ways to be happy.

I think the devastation of the tsunami has made us realize what it means to enjoy life in the present moment.

Yes, why should I think about it soberly?

Finally, my husband said with relief, "Actually, I am very selfish. I want to see how you behave in front of other men. I want to see and feel you with appreciation."

The following few days were quite busy with work, and we hardly had any sexual intercourse. Sometimes I wanted to, but when I saw that he had no desire to sleep, I would give up.

But I really want to, and I have dreamed several times of being aroused by sexual activities with several men.

On Saturday evening, my husband came home from get off work and said he wanted to take me to the beach and asked me to go with him.

That is LZ.

The seaside in early winter is not as beautiful as imagined, especially at night. The evening lights that have just come on seem to be somewhat shivered by the sea breeze.

My husband parked the car at the hotel, held my waist and walked into the hotel. I felt the warmth of his palm.

He whispered in my ear that he was already in room 410.

I was surprised and told him that it was you who arranged it. He said that he felt you were very tired recently and wanted to help you relax.

At this moment, I can’t say anything anymore. I feel like a wild bird on a cage, wanting to let myself go but something is restraining me.

I understand that the desire to indulge myself is because I have been suppressed for a week in my busy life, and the restraint comes from the timidity of not being able to understand my husband's true thoughts.

After pushing the door open, I saw LZ watching TV. He stood up naturally and said like an old friend, "I just got here too," and kept looking at me. On the coffee table next to him were several wine glasses and a bottle of red wine.

Deep down, a woman of my age should not be conquered by an unmarried young man, either outwardly or in her heart, because after all, sex is a necessity of life rather than a mystery.

At this moment, LZ is in front of me, and my biggest doubt is: Can he do it? Yeah, can he? This is something all women who are participating in or planning a threesome should consider.

My husband is right. I always like to think about things calmly. Now that we are standing in this room, there is no question of retreating. I smiled and greeted him.

The ambiguous light in the room and the facilities on the bed made me feel impulsive.

After reading what LZ recalled, my memory is very vague. My husband said that he talked about this dating on several dating websites and chat rooms. Maybe he would not have any impression of it if he had not met her.

Meeting LZ was our third meeting with the relevant people. Once there was a couple who originally wanted to exchange.

But after we met, the man kept looking at me and spoke in a somewhat arrogant manner. And later when we negotiated to stay at that hotel, we broke up without reaching an agreement and never contacted each other again.

My husband said he wanted to find a man who appreciates me as much as he does.

He and LZ hit it off immediately after meeting each other. Maybe he thought it was acceptable. Besides, the look in LZ's eyes gave me the impression that he was not annoying.

Most people put sex and love together. Sex without love is unacceptable, and how can there be love without sex? I am the kind of woman who can accept sex without love. Frankly speaking, most women at this age are thinking about sex. Spring is almost gone, and there is no need to think about where the flowers will fall.

After every relaxing sex, I look youthful, energetic and shy like a girl in the mirror.

The night is like a wild blooming rose.

The three of us sat together casually and drank. My husband put his arm around my waist from time to time. I can't drink much, almost nothing, and I would be knocked down by a little bit of alcohol.

When my husband kissed me again, I moaned softly and fell into his arms.

My husband gently pushed me on top of him. I couldn't deny the stimulation of physical contact with a stranger, especially the masculine scent. I put my arms around LZ's neck and took the initiative to kiss him.

My husband had gone to the bathroom to wash up, and we both fell on the bed and caressed each other desperately driven by the desires of man and woman. His lower body was already very hard... That night, when a woman faced two men, the feeling of being slightly drunk made me put aside all the unacceptable concepts and just enjoy it.

My husband's body odor, movements and the feeling he gave me were all familiar. He was as gentle and indulgent as ever with my moans. LZ went to wash up.

My husband had stripped me down to my underwear. That day I deliberately chose a sexy black leopard print knitted bra set. My 34D breasts are the main reason why I always like to wear tights.

I have been placed in the middle of the bed, looking forward to the arrival of the sexual feast, my legs tightly pressed against my husband's body, he kept kissing my eyelashes and eyelids... intoxicated in his wet and hot kisses, I felt a warm feeling wandering on my body, I couldn't help but scream a little louder, he was kissing my lower abdomen and slightly lower part in front, my breasts were also firmly grasped, my panting became more and more intense, because the warmth below was constantly moving closer to my sensitive area, I was on the edge of endurance, a hard object was already stuffed in my mouth, I sucked greedily, used my tongue to vigorously stimulate his arrival, and accepted his fierce attacks again and again.

Waves of inexplicable feelings came from my lower body, and I only felt my legs trembling. He was already holding my little bud, like pear blossoms gently shaking in the spring rain. The warmth was constantly hitting the sensitive nerves, making my sucking more violently. I heard a voice moaning and gasping loudly, it was so familiar and yet so strange.

My body twisted happily in the waves of intense stimulation, and then waited arduously for its arrival, responding to it almost beggingly, trying to grab onto something, my body twisting constantly on the edge of nothingness... What is desire?

It is the critical point when climax comes, an endless waiting that is unwilling to end; on the charming lake, above a small boat, a rainbow is about to float down.

The moment he entered, I thought I was the only woman in the world. It seemed as if I had been waiting for centuries just for that moment. The twisting of my hips and even the response of my whole body could not express my excitement and gratitude.

I thank men, I thank men.

It was the first time for him and I to have sex, and I could see that he was totally unable to adapt to my violent reaction. When I was about to be completely conquered by him, he suddenly left my body with great force, and I was thrown to the empty bottom of the valley again. He said a little frustrated that it was too hot in there and I couldn't withstand the suction... A familiar force slowly lifted me up from the bottom of the valley, and we became more and more integrated. My whole body seemed to be floating in the air, losing my own strength.

My face was flushed and fatigue filled every corner of my body. The smell of mess and satisfaction after the feast made the room a little lewd.

A sunny man like LZ might never have thought of giving up for no reason like this.

Everyone has one characteristic, and every woman has different characteristics in ︿︿︿︿.

Different moans and screams have different effects on men with the same pleasure response.

After he finished showering, he kissed me in his arms. After a brief test, his lower body had become familiar with an opponent like me. I flicked him with my tongue, bit him lightly with my teeth, and bumped against his hard and smooth skin. His comfortable breathing aroused my passion again. What was in front of me was no longer a foreign object, but a gift that I admired and longed for. I kissed it greedily, teased it, and occasionally teased the two gift bags and ravines below. I could feel his increasingly violent twitching and restlessness, and his thighs shaking from time to time. If I am lucky enough to be an opponent of a man, I will try my best to be a good opponent. At this moment, he shook off all his passion on me, and a warm current gushed out, surrounding my mouth, cheeks, and chest... In the dim night, the three of us half-huggled out of the hotel like good friends. The Internet is so magical that it can make bodies that were completely unfamiliar to each other a few hours ago become so intimate.

He kissed my forehead and asked me if we would have another chance to meet. I looked at my husband and just smiled in response.

This is a messy world. Maybe some people just like this mess. My husband is one of them.

After breaking up with LZ, we drove home. In front of my man, no matter how happy I was tonight, I couldn't be too explicit because of the intervention of another man.

To be honest, I was a little tired but more excited. Some parts of my body were still chewing on those stimulations regardless of the occasion. Obviously, the extra stimulation made my obedient nerves unable to calm down temporarily... His energy was beyond my imagination. He asked me if I was satisfied with that boy. I vaguely said that it was okay, and the main thing was that you, my husband, were there, so I felt very good.

He drove the car with one hand and pressed me on his private parts with the other hand, which was under the windshield at this moment. I felt that he was still agitated and seemed to break through the crack. He leaned over and asked me to take it out. The car was still speeding on the spacious avenue... I said worriedly, is this okay? I was worried that the speeding car would deviate because of his nervous excitement and my stimulation. He did not answer me, but pressed my raised head down. I obediently held it in my mouth and worked as usual at normal time and occasion. My brain was not thinking about anything. I was willing to use my life to try this moment if it was really necessary.

He did not back down because of my cooperation, but became even harder. I was timid and did not take responsibility for myself. At the very least, I should be responsible for him. A man has done this for me. I cannot let him pay the price for my debauchery. There is no need for that.

I raised my head hastily, kissed him from under the steering wheel, and no longer compromised with his pleading.

I love him.

I have no recollection of how we went up the stairs to get home. He pushed me down on the bed. That night was our first time in several years. I have forgotten how many rounds we had in total. He said ten times, but I don't know because my nerves and blood were concentrated in my lower body. I was busy dealing with his ups and downs.

Who is the beneficiary of the end of the threesome? Some say it is the woman, while others say it is a man.

In fact, the story continues in different ways every day, giving people a feeling of happiness or loss, but only the owner of the body knows.

Men always try their best to satisfy women and their own senses; women are just in a confused pursuit. A mature woman pursues such a feeling just to numb her frustrated spirit.
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