I do not know how much I have to undress in front of you, my dear readers, but everything that happened to me is not a figment of my imagination or sexual imagination. This actually happened to me and is still happening today. And maybe it will happen because men, no matter how we (women) do not curse them, but only they allow us to feel like women.

I was nineteen years old when I got married and got to know what a man really was. My husband was the first. Until then, I lived only fantasies, which ended in teenage masturbation several times a day.

Perhaps it was masturbation that prepared me for the real perception of a man. I was ready to finish a lot and for a long time. My husband praised me, as I did. But by the way, the history of our life hardly interests anyone. We diversified our sex as soon as it was possible. We made love everywhere: in the stairwell, in the park, on the beach, at the bus stop, in transport. And the recharge constantly demanded to us resulted in the fact that my husband photographed me to the degree of shamelessness in which a very young sexy girl might be. I did not in the least oppose his desire to capture me, if only because my body was not in the least different from the multitude of bodies that we could see on the television screen or in any magazine. My husband often said that I was a gorgeous woman, incredibly behaving in bed. And I believed it. I wanted my body to be seen by everyone - the whole world. I walked down the street in defiant T-shirts, which could not help but hide the volumes of my third-size breast, or the nipples defiantly protruding towards passers-by. My waist and legs only emphasized the size of my chest and the attractiveness of my thighs. Without exaggeration, they looked at me (and they look like a diva), stripping out their looks and dreams. Everywhere, wherever I go, I felt the attention of men. In transport, I felt the buttocks, as the male organs, sticking out from under the trousers, were pressed against me. On the discotheques, they allegedly accidentally put their hand on my chest, and I pretended that nothing was happening. In our institute group, the guys sitting next to me pressed my hips and constantly dropped the ball-point pens under the desk. In general, I, not a sophisticated young girl, endured considerable pressure. I wanted not only my husband. I wanted all men. I wanted to show them that I was not only presenting something purely externally, but also in a slightly different perspective.

Therefore, I easily agreed to pose in front of the camera. I wanted my husband to show me to his friends. And what was the jubilation inside me when, after viewing my photos, my husband with a proudly excited look looked at me and asked: “May I show these photos to my friends.” You easily guessed what the answer was.

Naturally, I restrainedly agreed.

After the first show, I tried to find out in detail what effect my photos had on his friends. And all that he answered me, little satisfied my curiosity.

But I was able to make sure of my attractiveness among our mutual friends very quickly ...

Once I returned from the institute and found my husband and his classmate, Sasha, at our house. And caught under quite piquant circumstances. On the table was a drunk bottle, and next were photos with me in a negligee. We all pretended not to notice them. I was seated at the table. We drank. And my husband pulled me into the room. All his speeches boiled down to the fact that threesome is enchanting. I can only imagine how two members will attack my body at once, and I will never forget this again. And he said that he was so proud of me that he wanted to make sure that everyone was jealous of him ... He said everything that I wanted. And I agreed.

They approached me so gently, examining every detail of my body, that by the time they undressed I was completely naked. I sucked two cocks at the same time and in turn (I never thought that two cocks could fit into my lips at once), they licked me all — in front and behind, my chest passed from one hand to another ... I was exhausted and wanted to answer give them the same pleasure they gave me. The guys were in no hurry to enter me, but I could not stand it and she asked them about it.

No one really knows what a woman feels when two members bore her at once. I suddenly became so weak, so vulnerable ... I enthusiastically took their members into my bosom. They rammed me both in front and behind so that my sensitive partition could not withstand the friction of two members. They moaned, screamed, exhausted ... Two strong, healthy men. And all this forced me to do them, a weak woman in a split second subjugating at once two strong men.

They did not remain in debt. And when I felt that they were at the limit, I was released and, having thrust two strained members into my mouth, I tried to swallow everything that they had prepared in their tanks ...

This first photograph of our experience is kept in MY albums, where, looking at the lens, I shamelessly show my face and chest, on which streams of semen flow down ...

But that was only the beginning.

A woman who has experienced sex with two partners, hard to stop at one ... But this is a completely different story, which I'll tell you tomorrow.