My husband wasn't able to satisfy me anymore. He knew I needed more, so he proposed an unconventional solution: a strong, single man. That tall, powerfully built athlete allowed me to rediscover that mind-blowing pleasure, making me feel alive again… My name is Maya, and I teach dance. Ever since the summer I turned eighteen, when I gave my virginity as a gift to my then-boyfriend, now husband, I truly awakened to the boundless desires within me. Back then, his own passion was just as fiery; he'd keep me pinned beneath him, making love four or five times a night. But after we got married and started our careers, he gradually grew more strained, often rushing things and spending less than ten minutes on foreplay. For the past six months, he hadn’t managed to satisfy me even once. That night, after yet another dull session, he exhaled a ragged breath. "I’m sorry, sweetheart," he said, pulling out a few tissues to wipe me down. "That was a bit quick. Did you… get there?" I let out a soft moan, feigning contentment as I hugged him. "Of course, you were amazing." I played along, eager to lull him to sleep so I could slip off to the bathroom and take care of myself. My body still felt suspended mid-air, an invisible hand tickling at my core, an agonizing burn between my legs. Once his breathing evened out, I quietly slid out of bed, opened my dresser drawer, and pulled out a skin-toned vibrating massager. I tiptoed into the bathroom. It was late tonight, so I had to be quick. I set the toy to a high setting, and my whole body felt like it was being lifted. I clapped a hand over my mouth, desperate to stifle my cries. Afterward, I carefully put my little helper away. A wave of sadness washed over me. Sigh. Am I destined to spend my life with a massager? I cleaned up, slipped into my lace nightgown, and returned to bed. My husband suddenly rolled over and wrapped his arms around me. "Sweetheart, how about I find a single man for you?" My heart seized up. He knew. "What are you talking about? Go to sleep!" I couldn't sleep that night. On one hand, I was worried he’d found out about my little toy and feared hurting his pride. On the other, his suggestion stirred a torrent of restless thoughts. I enjoyed watching explicit films occasionally, and scenes of intense intimacy involving multiple partners always sparked fantasies. But what did my husband mean by that? Was he trying to trick me? I decided I couldn't bring it up myself; it would make it seem like I was eager for it. But my husband wasn't just talking. Two evenings later, right after dinner, he casually said, "How about you come with me to meet a friend later?" "Sure," I replied, clearing the table. "The kind of friend I mentioned the other day. A single man." Caught completely off guard, I froze. "What are you talking about? Are you actually serious about… letting someone else into our marriage?" He stood up, hugged me from behind, and spoke gently but firmly. "Maya, you're in the prime of your desires right now, your needs are growing, but I'm slowing down. I might never be able to fully satisfy you." "But we can't be reckless! I'm not that desperate!" "Don't worry. I've looked into a few athletes. We'll try one tonight. I'm sure he'll make you happy." "You're serious?" I was dazed, but his tone wasn’t joking. My heart fluttered, but I didn't want him to see my flushed face, so I grabbed the dishes and escaped to the kitchen. My husband was truly going through with it, and as a woman, I found it hard to question him further. My mind churned, feeling like a puppet as he took my hand and led me out the door. On the way to the hotel, my steps felt ethereal, my mind completely numb. It wasn't until he checked us into a room and told me to shower first that I snapped back to reality. I grabbed his hand. "Husband, is this really okay?" He patted my hand. "Trust me. Let go of your worries. Just enjoy the pleasure." Those four words, "enjoy the pleasure," held a magic that easily shattered my emotional defenses. My husband always knew how to break down my walls; he’d gotten me into bed after only a few dates, and it was still the same now. In the shower, I thoroughly washed myself, just as I had the first time I went to a hotel with him. Doing the same thing again brought a whirlpool of emotions, an unidentifiable mix of feelings. After cleaning, I picked a plain black lingerie set from my change of clothes, worried he might think I'd dressed up too much. When I put on the hotel robe, my husband pulled me into his arms. "Sweetheart, every time you put on that classic, elegant wife look, you absolutely mesmerize me." I nestled quietly against him, my heart thumping wildly, my mind fixated on the stranger I was about to meet. I looked up, testing the waters. "Husband, that man…" I trailed off shyly, clutching his robe. He patted my behind, whispering, "He's already in the elevator." The moment the words left his lips, the doorbell rang. I almost leaped up, frantically asking my husband, "Where should I stand?" I knew it was a stupid question, but at that moment, I truly didn't know what to do. My husband didn't answer but kissed me. "Darling, I'll always love you!" That sentence eased half my tension, but the other half still made my heart feel like it would burst from my throat. Seeing my uneasy expression, he kissed me again, then went to open the door. A powerfully built young man stood at the entrance, even taller than my six-foot-tall husband. He was a towering figure, completely blocking out the hallway light. "Let me introduce you. This is Liam. And this is my wife, Maya." "Ma'am, you're beautiful," Liam said, offering me a gift he’d brought. His eyes gleamed with excitement and a raw hunger; clearly, my appearance and figure had pleased him greatly. "You… hello," I managed, nodding, staring at the man who would soon enter my body. Blood rushed to my face, hot and burning. I struggled to suppress my nervousness. My husband, however, calmly accepted the gift. "Thoughtful of you. Why don't you go ahead and shower?" "Alright, sir." My husband took my hand and had me sit beside him. One hand stroked my hair, while the other slipped under my robe, caressing my full breasts. He leaned closer, speaking into my ear. "Relax, sweetheart. Let your body surrender to desire. I just want you to be happy." His touch left me in a delicious haze, my mind flashing with exciting images. My husband was about to say more when the bathroom door opened. Liam emerged, wrapped only in a towel, revealing his sculpted muscles. His gaze swept over me, lingering particularly on my breasts, which my husband was still caressing, and my thighs. I didn't actually feel any aversion to Liam's gaze. From the moment he entered the room, I knew my husband had chosen a man to my liking: tall, strong, and powerful. "You two get acquainted. I'll go take a shower too." My husband left the room to me and Liam, stepping into the bathroom. Watching his back, I instinctively clutched my chest. Anticipating what was about to happen, I felt a warm, dark current surge through my body. "Ma'am, may I sit next to you?" "Mm-hmm." I replied, my voice barely a whisper, shifting slightly to make room. Liam slowly moved closer, so close I could feel his hot breath on my cheek, sending shivers through me. "Ma'am, you smell wonderful. May I touch you?" he asked softly. "Mm-hmm." This time, my voice was a little louder. Perhaps my compliance emboldened Liam. He skipped the tentative steps, directly reaching out to touch my breast. He was far more skilled at teasing a woman than he looked. He started by stroking over the robe, and seeing no resistance, his hand slowly slipped inside. The stranger's hand felt warm and heavy. The moment it brushed my breast, my legs instinctively pressed together. There was even a hint of pleasure. I involuntarily closed my eyes, letting out a satisfied sigh. Seeing my reaction, Liam immediately leaned in to kiss me, his tongue deftly exploring my mouth. At first, I felt a touch of shyness, but in the face of my surging desires, I quickly succumbed, actively engaging in the passionate kiss. Our tongues tangled together, fiercely and wildly. He was fervent from start to finish, and I gradually caught fire, burning uncontrollably. My body, initially tense with nervousness, slowly relaxed. I had to brace myself with my hands on the bed to maintain balance. My reaction clearly encouraged him. His movements grew bolder. One hand kneaded my thigh, gently untied my robe’s belt, and slowly moved upward towards my inner thigh. The other hand unhooked my bra, gently laying me back on the bed, his head descending to bury itself in my chest. "Mmm…" I shuddered, instinctively arching my chest. In that instant, I felt my soul soar. Even without intimate contact, my body held almost no secrets from him. And the switch for my desires was on the tip of his tongue. He wasn't satisfied, though. His warm, moist tongue slid down along my full curves, his fingers hooking the sides of my panties, gently pulling them down. "Give it to me…" My mind reeled. I was panting heavily, drenched in sweat, throwing my head back, and actively pulling my legs wide apart… Just then, I saw my husband emerge from the bathroom, looking at me with a complex expression. Suddenly, my vision went black. My last conscious thought was my husband's frantic footsteps and his panicked voice.
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