I love my husband very much.
He was 1.77, tall, handsome, generous, easy-going, and a beautiful man in our medical school, two grades above me.
He loves me so much.
We have been married for over three years, have a very cute baby, are being raised by my grandmother, and we live a carefree life as a very happy family.
He loved to play chess and often dueled with his chess buddy, Peak.
Peak, also has 1.76 head, full of big beard, a look of easy-going stupid big man, in fact, very smart and capable, but also another type of beautiful man, belongs to the category of pleasing to women.
I myself, needless to say, two big watery eyes, no matter the body, skin, are of course beautiful.
Feng often to my home with my husband to play chess, they are very good friends, in front of and behind the people, Ah Feng sometimes have to praise me this and that, the beginning always feel embarrassed, a burst of blush, but the heart feels good, and then more praise, also feel that he is not in the sweet words intentionally to please people.
Honestly, women love compliments.
As time went on, we didn’t differentiate and were all very easy-going.
One night, my husband said, “Don’t you think Feng likes you a lot?” “Bullshit, where were you thinking!” I said.
Although I said this with my mouth, with a woman’s sensitivity and intuition, unless one is a fool not to know that Feng likes me.
Hubby added, “Want to play with him once?” “I do not, I just like you.” Although the mouth said so, heard the husband such words, the heart can not say that there is no reflection, that night I felt in the passion with my husband, much more excited than usual.
This little change was noticed by my husband, who said, “What’s wrong? It seems like you’re much more excited today.
｛No, you’re bad.} I admit that verbal stimulation: it helps sexual arousal, and my arousal, it seemed to give him more satisfaction, and he wasn’t quite the same as usual.
I know we both got a different kind of enjoyment that night.
After this time, my husband often used stimulating language when he was passionate with me.
He would say, “Do you think having sex with a man like Fung, with his big beard, would be very sticking?” I’d say, “I don’t know, I’ve never tried it.
“”If he licked your bottom with his mouth, would it zap painfully?”” “How would I know? You’re my first love!” “If he kisses you all over, will it hurt or tickle?” “You’re bad, you’re bad, I don’t know, I don’t know!” I screamed loudly, as my husband kept attacking, yes, I really don’t know what it would be like to have sex with a man like Feng.
Thinking about it, my husband sent me into an orgasm, a different one than usual! So exciting, so stimulating, so enjoyable.
Then every time my husband wanted to be passionate with me, I would sometimes ask him to tell me something similar, and he sometimes said, no more.
“Well, I want you to talk…,” I demanded of him.
He would always satisfy me, pamper me, tell me bizarre hypotheticals to stimulate my libido, and we counted ourselves as a very happy family.
That fall, Feng played chess with him at my house, and I went to bed early.
Husband came in after midnight and said: It’s late, he left Feng to stay at our house.
My husband got into bed, retired my thin silk nightgown, and switched up my bouts of arousal with his magic hands roaming between my bosoms.
I don’t know if it’s my husband’s bad behavior or what, but I noticed that there was a small gap in the door that wasn’t closed tightly, and he stopped his hand and whispered to me, “I wonder if Feng is asleep? How do I know, yo.
What would it feel like if Fung hugged you and made love at this time? I don’t know.
Would it be better if there were two of us having sex with you, one sucking your dick and licking your pussy, and one sucking your tits? I don’t know. I deliberately said.
To be honest, at this point I was thinking to myself that it would be nice if he did come in.
I was so aroused by my husband’s touch and this verbal teasing and stimulation that I pulled him up, I really couldn’t stand it.
When I was enjoying myself very much, the sound of the bed was very loud, it was a kind of sound that sounded miserable but extreme enjoyment, like the old cat’s cry of courtship, I know, very infectious, an irresistible infectious force, the infectious force of calling a man spellbound, I don’t know whether it was on purpose to let Ah Feng hear, or for reasons of special excitement, I screamed, screamed as if no one else was there.
With a woman’s sensitivity, I sensed a slight sound outside the room that must have been Fung peeping at us having sex, (since we had the bedside dimmer light on).
In fact, I’ve been wondering for a long time now: if Summit would come and peek, so much so that I want him to.
It’s been said that many people have a desire for exposure, especially women.
Another inexplicable excitement and impulse hit me when I thought of Feng watching Self making love outside, and that night my passion with my husband was more enjoyable than any other, enjoyable in an unnamed way.
My husband was done and I was lying all weak.
After a while, hubby nudged me :…want to do it with him?” Hubby asked seriously.
I didn’t think about it. I really didn’t think about it that way, and if I did, it was on the spur of the moment when I was having sex with my husband.
Think about it. If you want to, go ahead and do it once. Just tell them I’ve fallen asleep.
I knew that it was a way for my husband to pamper me, as he often does, and I didn’t say a word.
To not? I still didn’t say anything, I just hugged my husband a little tighter and I kissed him deeply.
I touched his dick with my hand and his dick got hard again, I asked him softly, Do you want to do it again? I’ll wait for you to come back he whispered to me.
Feeling as if my whole body was trembling, and not sure if it was excitement or thrill, I hugged and kissed him.
He sensed that I was moving.
Yes, really… I’m tempted, but I feel sorry for my husband.
He nudged me again: there you go.
You’re not angry? I asked softly.
It’s okay~ Go ahead.
He brought the nightgown over to me and put it on, gently pushing me off the bed.
I came to the living room, through the light from the window, I saw that the door of Ah Fung’s room was not closed properly, I was burning all over. I gently went in and stood in front of his bed, he pretended to be asleep, one hand outside, I pulled his hand and asked: cold? He grabbed me and asked softly: Where is he? Sleeping, he slept very well．
I acted as a role of cheating behind my husband’s back, Ah Feng dragged me to the bed, a storm of wind, not to say, I was just a chicken under the eagle’s claws, he somehow stripped off my pajamas in three or two strokes (I did not wear bottoms, no bra), a full-body kissing, my body was shaking, he grabbed my tits and rubbed them roughly, and to be honest, it was a little bit painful, and he was sucking on my nipples with a big mouth. He was sucking on my nipples with a big mouth.
Jerked into a 69, licked my clit with my mouth, I felt a lot of water coming out of my hole since, I don’t know if it was my love juices or my husband’s leftover semen, anyway I felt a flow of water coming out of my vaginal opening.
Yeah, his big beard sliding all over my body. Is it an itch? Is it little bug bites? I couldn’t tell, it was more of an arousal, an itch deep in my soul, especially when he sucked on my clit, an itch so concentrated that I grabbed his dick, which was just as big, just as long, just as hard as my husband’s, and he was hairier and thicker than my husband’s.
I sucked as hard as I could, licking his glans, he couldn’t take it anymore, there was a little oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I look forward to it, I long for it, he was still pressing my clitoris with his lips, sucking my clitoris, not paying any attention to me at all, I screamed again: I want it…I …… He grabbed my legs and made me stand with my head facing downwards, sucking my clitoris in a standing 69 style, and I couldn’t move with my hands propped up on the bed, and the blood was rushing to my s head, a rush of hair, I screamed again, No, I can’t stand it, I want to.
I already sound like I’m crying.
Only then did he put me back on the bed, I kept hitting him with both hands, he completely ignored, with his a black dragon out of the mountains of the lance, straight into the dragon, hard into it, as fierce as the oolong play water, the tragedy, to penetrate the hole, I shouted wildly, my whole body was sweating, he slipped and slid on my breasts, he also screamed, I knew he was going to ejaculate, and at this time I was also to the extreme, only to feel that his I could only feel his semen shooting into the wall of my uterus, washing my uterus again and again, my uterus in a burst of contraction, such as a child sucking milk like sucking his glans, tightly sucking not to relax, only to hear him alas, hold me tightly … … I was so comfortable that I sucked 4 or 5 times, and he let go of his hands, defeated in my arms.
Maybe it’s because I grew up learning to love dancing, and I’m exceptionally fit.
As long as I am very emotional, my uterus will be a burst of contractions, like a child eating milk biting the man’s glans will not let go, my husband often complimented me, in the uterus to suck his glans, is his most enjoyable time.
Fung came out of my hole and I felt a stream of cum flow out of my hole, lots and lots of it.
A hot current of happiness swept through his heart.
At that moment, I remembered that my husband was still in that room over there and ran out of Fung’s room with my nightgown.
Walking into our sleeping quarters, I saw my husband leaning against the bed.
The way he saw me go in and held out his arms to hug me.
I jumped into my husband’s arms at once.
He hugged me and asked softly, Comfortable? Uh-huh.
He’s naked with a hard gangly dick down there.
You didn’t sleep? I asked. No.
He replied.
Did you hear that? I asked again.
I snuck up to your door and not only heard, but saw…” he said. He said.
Are you angry? I asked.
No, it’s what I’m willing to give you.
You’re not jealous? I gave it to you voluntarily. No jealousy.
Do you still love me? Love, my little fool.
I lay in his arms and hugged him tightly losing my voice and crying.
He was at a loss for words and kept reassuring me.
The more he consoled me, the more I cried and sobbed continuously, like a child in childhood who was wronged outside and fell into his mother’s arms and cried bitterly.
He kept asking me if he was bullying you. You shouldn’t have told me if you didn’t want to.
I knew that I owed it to him, and that everything I had in the future belonged to him, including every cell of my body.
I had cried enough and went to kiss him, I reached down and touched his bottom, his dick was soft from all the crying, so I grabbed it and kept fiddling with it and it got hard right away.
I said to him: why are you so nice to me? He finally understood why I was crying.
Baby, I’m willing to give it to you as long as you’re happy.
Did you guys have a good time? Actually, he heard and saw it all, or so he asked.
I pouted, “It’s so good.
And he asked me if he was big. He asked me if he was big and if he was long. He also asked me if my uterus had sucked his glans, and I said it had sucked it five times, and he started to get excited, and I started to get excited, and we started the battle of the men with the women again, and I kept calling out loud.
Neither of our doors were ajar when I entered, and after calling out for a while, I saw Fung standing in the doorway and whispered to my husband that he was watching from the doorway.
I felt so excited when I knew that someone was watching myself having sex, I soon reached my climax, my husband was doing really well, my mind was thinking that I had to suck my husband’s uterus at least six times while he was ejaculating, and I sucked Fung five times, I had to make my husband super happy.
I was too weak to move, paralyzed on the bed, letting my semen slowly flow out….
After resting for a while, my husband got up and went to clean me off with a hot towel.
Remembering the pain of the past is agonizing, remembering the happiness of the past often makes me revel in it, and there are times when I can’t always resist the urge to tell someone about it.
I used to tell my female classmates that it was always impossible to tell with such care.
I want to write about it online, but I’m afraid not to say, don’t make it up, it’s fake.
I’m also afraid of attracting a bunch of curses, what a slut, what a bad woman, a bitch and so on, I’m especially afraid of people cursing my husband, no matter what people think of my husband, in my heart he is the best and most good man in the world.
It’s my good husband, and I’ll fulfill whatever he asks me to do in the future.