A Night of Conflicted Desires

Recently, I attended a friend's wedding who lives far away.
Since it was far, I stayed overnight.
The accommodation was at the apartment of my newlywed friend.
I thought it might be rude to intrude on the newlyweds, but they insisted, "Please stay over♪," so I took them up on their offer.
As promised, I ended up staying over, but... it turned out that the groom's friend (married, Mr. A) was also staying over.
There were only two rooms.

I thought I should have booked a business hotel, but since there was no other choice, I decided to sleep in the same room.

(Sleeping in the same room with a man other than my husband...)

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I wrapped myself in the futon and pretended to sleep.

Around 2 AM, I could hear the newlyweds in the next room trying to be quiet while being intimate.
I couldn't sleep anyway, and it made me too excited to fall asleep.
I was lying with my back to Mr. A, but when I turned over, his face was right there.
The room was dimly lit, but I could tell Mr. A was awake.
At that moment, Mr. A lightly sat up and kissed me.

"Shall we?"

At those words, I nodded honestly.

He kissed me, then moved to my neck, chest, and lower body, licking gently...
His tongue skills were so good that I struggled to suppress my voice when I climaxed.
Even when I performed oral, Mr. A was trying to suppress his breathing, "Uh, uh."
I teased him by lightly licking the tip.

"Can I enter?"

He asked, but I teased him by stroking the shaft and licking from the base to the back.
I had never done this with my husband (laughs).
Was it so pleasurable?

"Ah!" Mr. A groaned loudly.

Thinking he was about to finish, he changed positions and entered deeply in the missionary position.
Mr. A's lower body was more robust than my husband's.

Squish, squish, squish, squish...

It felt so good that I matched my movements to Mr. A's hips.
The fullness was stretching me warmly...

"I'm about to... I'm coming... Ahhh!!"

Throb, throb, throb!

Hot semen was spilled on my stomach.
I had been without intimacy with my husband for a long time, so I rediscovered pleasure.
From the next room, the sounds of intimacy continued without pause.
We also continued to have sex until morning, taking breaks but never getting bored.

The next morning, the four of us had breakfast, but we didn't mention the intimacy.
After that, Mr. A and I exchanged contact information and parted ways, promising to meet again.

Today, I received a call from my friend (the bride).
The content of the call was... a serious confession.
It turns out that my friend's couple and Mr. A had been interested in swapping for a while.
Upon further inquiry, these three were involved in threesomes.
They said they wanted to try it with the four of us someday.
I was already nervous just having my first affair...

Mr. A apparently told my friend's couple all about our encounter.
My friend's husband also expressed a strong desire to be involved with me.
I had once, on a whim, been involved with my friend (the bride) during high school (at an all-girls school) in the dormitory.
But since then, I thought it was taboo to mention it, and I never spoke of it.

My head was about to explode, and I almost hung up the phone.
Even now, my feelings are complicated.
I've received multiple emails from Mr. A saying, 'I want to see you.'
It feels like everyone knows my secret, and I feel cornered.
I received a message that my friend's couple is planning to visit here soon with Mr. A.
My feelings are very conflicted.
This opportunity may never come again...
Should I follow my instincts or firmly refuse?

Every time I remember the recent events, my body tingles uncontrollably.
My friend pleaded over the phone, saying she couldn't forget our high school encounter and wanted to experience it once more.
In truth, I wanted to forget, but I can't forget the unique connection between women.
Being indecisive and weak-willed, I feel like I might step into this world...

But I'm scared, so scared...