My wife's indulgence in 3P

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My wife and I both have respectable professions and live a comfortable but not extravagant middle-class life. To be honest, my wife isn't the demure, classical beauty type; her features are striking, her figure slender yet voluptuous, and her skin, especially, is dazzlingly fair—the kind that arouses lust. I often feel fortunate to have such a beautiful wife, the kind others envy. I enjoy having her accompany me to various parties and revel in the envious and passionate glances from others.

My wife is a wonderful woman to me and our family. Before marriage, although she had relationships with other men, she never had sexual relations with any of them. After marriage, I occasionally heard her mention being "groped" by some colleagues at work, but it was only something like touching her thigh or pinching her breasts; in short, she truly hasn't had sexual relations with any other man besides me. I, on the other hand, am different. Due to work and business, I've secretly had affairs with quite a few women. But in reality, I feel that no woman outside of marriage can replace her.

This peaceful life lasted for six years; my wife's gentle nature and beautiful body brought me endless joy. As couples spend more time together, their feelings deepen, but some sensations slowly fade. Like intimacy, the passion, sweetness, and tenderness remain, but the blushing, heart-pounding excitement, the electric shock of skin-to-skin contact, the shy, reserved struggles—all are gone. This is inevitable; we are too familiar, too intimate. In fact, these feelings are incredibly beautiful, but if possible, I wish I could experience something entirely new with my wife.

I had always looked forward to that exciting moment, but when it finally arrived, I felt like I was dreaming.
It started one night in early November. As usual, my wife and I liked to talk before bed, discussing the pleasure and wonder sex brought us while making love. My wife and I have always had a very good relationship; we share almost everything. We've tried various sexual techniques, some I taught ourselves, others learned from pornography. I don't know if other couples do this, but I know what we do is perfectly normal.

My wife told me she had read an article in the magazine *Ren Zhi Chu* about three families and six men and women engaging in sexual activity. My wife's department is mostly young people, and they subscribe to all sorts of magazines, including "The Beginning of Man" and "Family, Society and Life," which she often reads in her spare time.

She's discussed her thoughts on some articles with me in the past, touching on topics like sexual practices and lovers,
and I enjoy discussing these issues with her. We're not embarrassed at all; in fact, our discussions often become more exciting and stimulating.

The magazine article about a six-person party stirred up a lot of emotions in me, giving rise to a complex mix of feelings, and I hoped she could provide some new thrills.

Like many couples, I've also imagined my wife having sex with multiple men,
telling her these stories during kisses and caresses in bed, arousing her to the point of ecstasy, leading to our shared climax.

After the passion subsided, my wife always thought I was just creating the atmosphere, that such things were completely impossible in real life.

My wife is a virtuous and conservative woman, a fact confirmed by our years of marriage.

However, her impulsiveness also reflects a common characteristic of women: a desire to experience more men. This awareness is deeply ingrained in women's minds, even though many women never dare to cross the line in their entire lives. When we talk about it after experiencing intense pleasure, we all absolutely believe it's impossible for it to happen to us; we don't realize, or perhaps we're unwilling to realize, that we also have this transgressive desire in our subconscious.
I can't convince myself to encourage her to have a lover. Letting my wife go to another man in my life is something I can't bear, and besides, my wife would think I don't love her. A husband and wife each having their own affairs is also not acceptable; that would make family life like a disorganized mess, devoid of any joy, and besides, it's not much different from encouraging her to have a lover.

A man's desire to possess a woman compels me to keep my wife bound to my chariot.
I don't appreciate casual sex; my wife's sexual activities are not under my watchful eye, and she would think that men treat women as playthings for sexual stimulation, which is detrimental to our marital relationship. I only allow my wife to experience sexual pleasure under my complete control.

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So, I thought of a threesome. Everything was arranged by me. I would find a stranger to participate and take control of the situation.

I had my own design for the game: although my wife was nearly thirty, her beautiful face and full, mature figure were even more charming and attractive to men… We would find a stranger to play a three-person game of two men against one woman, which is the currently popular three-person group sex activity, or a hybrid activity. It could also be called a double-gun attack, sharing a beautiful wife, two dragons and one phoenix, a three-person battle, fighting against two heroes, two men sharing a wife, etc. In short, it's a sex game between two men and one woman! After that, we would be strangers, with no further contact. I believed my wife wouldn't fall in love with anyone else during this one extramarital affair. Even if she did, the emotional fluctuations would gradually subside because we wouldn't be able to contact each other afterward. This was perhaps the most acceptable way for me to resolve the issue.

After my wife finished talking about the six-person party, I didn't comment as usual. Instead, I used my old trick, imagining the details of multiple men playing sex games with my wife, enticing her into a sea of passion with me.
After calming down, I seriously told my wife, "We can find a stranger to play a threesome, two men to one woman."

My wife asked, puzzled, why I had such an idea.

I explained my thoughts: Love is selfless, but love and sex are separate. Should a man only have sex with one woman his whole life, and a woman only with one man?
I believe that as long as there is love, it doesn't matter if a man only has sex with his wife, or a wife only with her husband. As long as we
deeply love each other, that's enough. Why insist on exclusivity? Besides, the pleasure of sex and the pleasure of love are two different kinds of pleasure; there's no need to force them to be the same. Love is unique, while sex is limitless.

A woman's youth fades quickly. My wife has been with me for so many years and given so much; I want to make it up to her. I want my wife to experience pleasure and happiness in the game of sex.

My wife still couldn't accept this reality. She sighed, unable to imagine what it would be like to be with a strange man. Perhaps she could accept it more if it happened between acquaintances.

I understood my wife's thoughts; women are more accepting of familiar men. In a woman's eyes, wine gets better with age, and ginger gets spicier with age; a man she's known for many years might be more helpful in overcoming her psychological barriers to sex.
However, I'm a rational, or perhaps selfish, person in this regard. I absolutely cannot allow such a thing to happen between acquaintances. Regardless of the potential emotional entanglements my wife might cause with them and the trouble it would bring to the family, as a man, letting my wife be taken advantage of by a friend is simply a loss of face.

I patiently explained the seriousness of the situation to my wife: if such a thing happens between acquaintances, it will be awkward for everyone to meet in the future, and they might even lose their friendship. Moreover, playing such a game is different from adultery; the husband's wife is often unaware of the game. Once the spouse finds out, it will not only cause conflict in the other family but also severely damage the reputations of all three, bringing immeasurable losses to the family and their careers—the risk is too great. Furthermore, if my wife develops feelings for the friend, the situation we face will be even more complicated, and the consequences even more unimaginable.
My wife found my analysis quite reasonable and said it would be best to find strangers from out of town to hang out with, avoiding locals. I told her not to be so absolute; even if she didn't know someone in the city, she could still invite them. My wife said she was afraid of running into acquaintances, but I reassured her that the city was so big, with millions of people, it was unlikely to be that coincidental, and I had my own way of avoiding awkward situations.

My method for avoiding encounters with acquaintances was: to find them online and contact them through the internet. My wife asked skeptically, "Are there really people like that?" I laughed and said there were plenty of such people online. My wife doesn't use computers, let alone go online, so she knows very little about the new ways of interacting between men and women reflected online. My specific steps were: first, to communicate with the online friend to assess their character; I absolutely wouldn't let a vulgar person approach or harm my wife. If things went well, I would ask them to send a photo to avoid encountering acquaintances, and also let my wife get a feel for their appearance to decide whether to meet in person. If we met, we could have real contact and communication, giving both parties the right to choose each other. If everything was fine, then we would book a room and move on to the more intimate stage.

I discussed this issue with my wife until late at night, asking her if she agreed with my idea. Half-asleep, she promised, "You can handle everything. I'll listen to you."

That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, excited. My wife slept soundly beside me. I couldn't help but wonder,
was she really agreeing to my proposal, given her calm demeanor? On one hand, the thought of my wife being with someone else filled me with a sour, bitter feeling. On the other hand, if she really took that step, I felt I had done right by her, and a sense of relief washed over me…

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I had been eagerly anticipating that exciting moment, but when it finally arrived, I felt like I was dreaming. It started one night in early November. As usual, my wife and I liked to talk before going to sleep. My wife told me she had read an article in the magazine *Ren Zhi Chu* about three families and six men and women engaging in prostitution.

My wife's department is full of young people, and they subscribe to all sorts of magazines, including "The Beginning of Man" and "Family, Society and Life," which she often reads in her spare time. She's discussed her thoughts on some articles with me before, touching on topics like sex and extramarital affairs, and I enjoy discussing these issues with her. My wife is very good to me and our family; she's a typical virtuous wife and loving mother, and in reality, no other woman outside of our marriage can replace her. The magazine article about the six-person party stirred up a huge storm in my heart, leaving me with mixed feelings. Over the years, my wife has stood by me through thick and thin; she has given so much. Facing such a good woman, I don't know how to repay her. I can't convince myself to encourage her to find a lover.

Letting my wife go to another man in our marriage is something I can't bear, and besides, she would think I don't love her. A situation where we each have our own affairs is also unacceptable; that would make our family life chaotic and devoid of any joy, and besides, that's not much different from encouraging her to find a lover. A man's desire to possess a woman compels me to keep my wife bound to my chariot. I don't appreciate sex games; they prevent me from witnessing my wife's sexual activity, and she would perceive it as men treating women as playthings for sexual stimulation, which would be detrimental to our marital relationship. I only allow my wife to experience sexual pleasure under my complete control. I considered a threesome—I would arrange everything, involving a stranger, and I would be in control.
This seemed like the most acceptable way to resolve the issue. The thought of someone holding my wife's white body stirred a pang of jealousy, yet I desperately needed to compensate her because I love her… Like many couples, I've imagined multiple men making love with my wife, sharing these fantasies during kisses and caresses, arousing her to the point of ecstasy, leading to climaxes with me. After the passion subsided, my wife always thought I was creating a romantic atmosphere, something completely impossible in real life. My wife is a virtuous and conservative woman, a fact confirmed by over ten years of marriage. However, my wife's impulsiveness also reflects a common characteristic of women: the desire to receive more love from men. This consciousness is firmly rooted in women's hearts, even though many women never dare to cross that line in their entire lives. After my wife finished talking about the six-person party, I didn't comment as usual. Instead, I resorted to my old trick, imagining details of multiple men playing sexual games with my wife, enticing her into a sea of passion with me.

After calming down, I seriously told my wife that I really wanted to find men to play with her, so that she could get more pleasure. My wife asked me, puzzled, why I would have such thoughts. As long as I love her, that's enough. I told my wife my thoughts: a woman's youth fades quickly. My wife has been with me for so many years, loyal and devoted, and has given so much. I hope I can make it up to her. As a mature woman, my wife's beautiful face and full, mature figure are even more charming, and her dignified demeanor and unapproachable temperament are even more attractive to men… I want my wife to experience pleasure and happiness in a threesome. My wife was very touched, saying that as long as I spent time with her often, that was enough. She didn't want to play these games, fearing it would hurt her husband's feelings. I reassured her, saying that it was all my choice, and as long as she didn't fall in love with someone else, her feelings belonged to me. Although it involved sacrifice, I believed I could bear it all. My wife still hesitated. She had never been with another man before; what if she did and fell in love with someone else? I naturally had my own plan for the threesome: find a stranger online, play the game, and then go their separate ways, with no further contact. I believed that my wife wouldn't fall in love with anyone during this one and only sexual encounter, and even if she did, the emotional turmoil would gradually subside because of the lack of future contact.

My wife still couldn't accept this reality. She sighed, unable to imagine what it would feel like to be with a stranger. Perhaps she could accept it more if it happened between someone she knew? My wife's thoughts were the same as those described in many posts I'd seen online. Women are more accepting of familiar men. In a woman's eyes, wine gets better with age, ginger gets spicier with age, and familiar men of many years might be more helpful in overcoming their psychological barriers to sex. However, I'm a rational, or perhaps selfish, person in this regard. I absolutely cannot allow such a thing to happen among acquaintances. Regardless of the potential emotional entanglements my wife might cause with them and the trouble it would bring to the family, as a man, letting my wife do this with acquaintances is utterly shameful. I patiently explained the seriousness of the situation to my wife. I explained that if such a thing happened among acquaintances, it would be awkward for everyone to meet in the future, and they might even lose their friendship. Moreover, playing this kind of game is different from adultery; the husband's wife is often unaware of the game. Once the spouse finds out, it will not only cause conflict in the other family but also severely damage the reputations of all three, bringing immeasurable losses to the family and their careers—the risk is too great. Furthermore, if my wife develops feelings for the acquaintance, the situation we face will be even more complicated, and the consequences even more unimaginable. My wife is a woman who prioritizes her husband and family. After my analysis, she thought it made a lot of sense and said it would be best to find online friends from other places to play, and not local ones. I told her not to be so absolute; if she didn't know any local online friends, she could invite them over. My wife said she was afraid of running into acquaintances. I reassured her that the city was so big, with millions of people, it was unlikely to be such a coincidence, and I had my own way of avoiding awkward situations. My method for avoiding encounters with acquaintances was: to find them online. My wife asked skeptically, "Are there really people like that?" I laughed and said there were plenty of such people online. My wife doesn't use computers, let alone go online, so she knows very little about some of the new ways of interacting between men and women reflected online. My specific steps were: first, to communicate with the online friend to get a feel for their character; I absolutely wouldn't let a vulgar person approach or hurt my wife. If things went well, I would ask them to send a photo to avoid running into acquaintances, and at the same time let my wife get a feel for their appearance to decide whether to meet them. If we could meet, we could have a real interaction and exchange, giving both of us the right to choose each other. If there were no problems, then we would book a hotel room and move on to the more practical stage. I discussed this with my wife until late at night, asking her if she agreed with my idea. My wife, half-asleep, agreed: "You can handle everything, I'll listen to you."

That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, excited. The thought of my wife about to be with someone else filled me with a bittersweet feeling, yet a sense of relief washed over me if she actually took that step… My wife slept soundly beside me. I couldn't help but wonder, was she really agreeing to be with me, given her calm demeanor? The next evening, my wife visited a friend, and I stayed home, browsing the internet in our city's chat room on Sina. My username was "Couple Online," and immediately five or six people messaged me. During our conversations, I sensed either their poor character or the lack of photos, so I promptly eliminated them. Regarding my search for a partner, most of them asked the same two questions: "Are you impotent?" and "Is your wife too demanding?" These people lacked any real understanding of sex, which was both laughable and pathetic. Finally, a netizen from Beijing contacted me, saying he was 30 years old and would be in the city on a business trip the next day, and that he understood this lifestyle. During our conversation, I found him quite agreeable, and he eventually sent me his photo via email. I told him I'd decide after my wife got home. When she returned, I immediately showed her the photo of the guy I met online. She laughed, "You actually took it seriously? I was so sleepy last night, I only agreed because I wanted to go to bed..." It was like a bolt from the blue; I was stunned! I pulled her down to sit and made her look closely at the guy, recommending him as quite handsome. But she was more interested in the vase next to him in the photo, praising its uniqueness and beauty, saying we should buy one like that sometime... All my efforts last night were wasted. I could only obediently watch TV with her, coaxing her with kind words, afraid she might misunderstand me... However, I was still unwilling to accept her rejection. In bed, I imagined a threesome and teased her, arousing her greatly.
At that moment, I lovingly told her that sex is a pleasure, and as long as we prepared properly and made the threesome harmless, she could fully enjoy it. My passionate wife nodded in agreement. I explained that I did this out of genuine love for my wife, as a way to express that love. I wanted my beloved wife to be happy and content, but I wouldn't allow anyone to take her away; this was the best way to play the game. My wife was very moved, saying that my thinking showed a man's love for his wife had reached its highest level. She agreed to let me help her find someone online. She said the one in Beijing was indeed handsome, and I could reply to him, but only once, as she was afraid she might become addicted to this kind of game... The next morning, I immediately replied to the online friend, agreeing to meet and giving him my phone number. That evening, my wife had a dinner engagement, so I stayed home and went online. The online friend didn't reply, which disappointed me. I felt that this kind of thing had to be done quickly; I was afraid my wife would change her mind if I waited too long. I continued browsing Sina chat rooms, and another online friend contacted me. I felt this person's manner was mediocre, and his sexual intentions were too obvious. He asked if my wife was pretty and if she was willing to have sex, which was very offensive. My wife and I both oppose perverted sexual behavior. He was very eager to meet immediately, even saying that he had his ID with him and would book a hotel room immediately if it was feasible. He told me his identity, saying he was a soldier, and even gave me his phone number. I figured soldiers, separated from their families, would have strong desires in this regard, but I really didn't appreciate his manner of speaking. I figured I might as well use him as a test, letting my wife meet him—just to give her a little exercise. I definitely wouldn't play a threesome with him. He immediately called my wife to ask if the dinner was over. She said she was in a friend's car, already on her way home. Learning from the previous day's experience, and fearing my wife might change her mind, I lied and said she should call me when we were almost home, and I'd go for a walk with her. My wife was delighted and said she'd let me know as soon as we got home. We met downstairs, and I opened the car door for her. She asked in surprise, "Didn't we say we'd go for a walk?" I laughed and replied, "Just going for a drive; it's been a long time since we've had one." My wife said she was too full and really wanted to walk to digest. However, she still got in the car, and I drove straight to the agreed-upon location. My wife chattered on and on about the dinner.

That evening, a colleague was celebrating his housewarming, inviting his wife and over 20 colleagues to his home. At the dinner table,
the men drank heavily and became quite boisterous. My wife paused here, and knowing her temperament, I sensed something was amiss. I asked if someone had offended her. She nodded and continued, telling me that while everyone was drinking and making a ruckus, their department head, Director Liu, drunkenly moved closer to her, put his arm around her shoulder, adjusted her collar, and then, under the guise of touching her fair neck, said with feigned concern, "Your clothes are beautiful, but unfortunately, the collar isn't turned up properly." The man's eyes gleamed with shameless lewdness. My wife had dressed carefully before leaving the house, so she wouldn't have been inappropriately dressed. She knew he was deliberately taking advantage of her, but in front of everyone, she couldn't say anything, though she felt extremely uncomfortable. Director Liu was bald and known for his womanizing ways in their workplace, but he was also cheerful and humorous, often surrounded by a large group of women. I knew him. In the past, I would have been furious if I had known about this. Although I was still upset, I thought it was just colleagues flirting, nothing too outrageous, and not worth making a fuss about. Besides, my eagerness to get my wife to meet the online friend seemed to lessen my resentment towards Director Liu. So I comforted her, saying, "He's had too much to drink. Don't take him seriously. If he goes too far later, just tell me, and I'll deal with him..." After a few words of reassurance, I cautiously asked her if she wanted to meet the online friend. She countered by asking what kind of friend. I replied that he was a soldier. She snapped that she didn't like soldiers and wasn't in the mood tonight... As we approached the agreed-upon location, I pulled over and said, "Is it just a meeting? I don't want to do anything tonight. Consider it a little exercise for you." My wife angrily refused, "I have a husband too! Go see him yourself! I'm not going!" And that was the end of it. The drive home was silent, and I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart. My wife's loyalty deeply moved me, but she just couldn't bring herself to take that step, leaving me bewildered. Seeing my gloomy expression, she softened her tone and said, "Honey, I know you mean well, but I just can't bring myself to do it. It's like you want me to eat fatty meat; I know it won't do any harm to my health, but I just don't like it. Please don't force me, okay?" Back home, we went to bed, and I continued to persuade her, telling her that I loved her deeply and asked her not to have any other thoughts. She said she understood and would let me adjust gradually. I then asked, "If that young man in Beijing contacts me by phone, should we meet him?" My wife paused for a moment before replying, "Then let's try. You've already promised someone else, and I don't want to hurt him..." My wife is always so serious about things. The next day, November 8th. That morning, my wife went to work, the children went to English class, and I continued searching for friends in Sina's local chat rooms. I really hoped that the netizen in Beijing would contact me, because the opportunity seemed perfect. In the afternoon and after dinner, the children had their own activities and went out to play independently, giving my wife and me some space. However, I had a work engagement at noon, and my wife had to attend a colleague's wedding that evening, leaving us only a few hours together in the afternoon. Perhaps my expectations were too high; the online conversation didn't go well, and by 11 a.m., there was still no progress. Feeling a bit discouraged, I was about to shut down the computer and go to the kitchen to cook. At that moment, a netizen named "White-Collar 28" greeted me. This netizen was very frank, saying he was from another province and had had a similar experience with his wife back home, hoping to join our lives. I repeatedly emphasized that my wife had never tried this before, and that meeting in person might be fruitless, hoping he could work with me to persuade her. I was afraid of encountering rude people who might hurt my wife.

This netizen understood my situation, saying he was fully cooperative and would respect my wife completely. During our conversation, I learned that this netizen was from my hometown, which added to my sense of kinship. He frankly admitted that he was actually 32 years old, but looked young, hence the "28" in his online name. We exchanged QQ numbers.
He sent me the photo. Just then, my wife came home from get off work. I showed her the photo, and she smiled, saying, "This guy looks a bit simple and honest, and he even looks a bit like you." I asked her if she wanted to meet him. She said, "Then let's meet." My wife answered so readily that I was a little skeptical and asked why she agreed so quickly. She said, "You were angry last night, but you just didn't show it. I don't want you to be unhappy again today..." A feeling of warmth welled up inside me: my wife is so good. I immediately told the online friend that my wife had agreed to meet, and we arranged to meet around 3 pm after I finished my social engagement. We would contact each other by phone then. The social engagement was in the suburbs, and it was already past 2 pm after dinner. On the way back, I called the online friend and asked him to find a private room at a teahouse near Green Lake. A quieter environment would make it easier to talk and help set the mood. Then I called my wife, who was taking a nap, to wake her up. My wife seemed a little reluctant on the other end of the line, saying, "I still want to sleep." I coaxed her repeatedly, "Sweetie, don't lie to me. We're just meeting up first, and you can decide the rest later..." After entering the dormitory compound, I called my wife again. She said she was just getting dressed and would come down after tidying up. The 20-odd minutes I spent waiting for her in the car felt like an eternity. The thought of my wife meeting her online friend, of... a mix of conflicting emotions—anxiety, excitement, and sadness—swirled within me. It felt like a dream; I hoped she would change her mind, yet I also hoped she would go and face it... Finally, my wife arrived at the car. That day, she wore a loose trench coat, open over a light yellow fitted sweater, exuding a casual charm. It was clear she hadn't dressed up deliberately; she had simply combed her hair and applied some lipstick, looking as fresh and natural as ever. My wife later told me that she hadn't really dressed up; she was just dawdling and didn't want to go out, and she didn't want to disappoint me after all the effort I had put in. Unlike usual, my wife sat in the back of the car this time. She refused to sit next to me in the driver's seat, saying she wanted some peace and quiet. Halfway through the drive, she suddenly blurted out, "I think you're forcing me into prostitution..."

A pang of sadness welled up inside me; even my wife couldn't understand my good intentions. Every beginning is difficult! When we were almost at Green Lake, my online friend called, saying he wasn't familiar with the area. He knew there were teahouses, but couldn't find any with private rooms. He was from another province, so I understood his predicament. I told him we were almost there and I'd contact him by phone once we found a place. I took my wife to a teahouse called "Holy Land Sand," which had private rooms on the second floor. The room was unique and elegant, with brightly colored armchairs shaped like hands—a novel design. The cozy space was filled with tranquility. My wife loved this playground-like environment. She practically cheered as she leaned heavily into the sofa, her round, bright eyes sparkling with excitement, a blush of joy spreading across her face. The weather was warm, and my wife wasn't wearing a trench coat when she got out of the car. Her light yellow sweater, combined with the graceful curves of her body, added a spring-like feel to the small private room. Just as the tea was served, our online friend appeared. We invited him to sit down, and we chatted about everything under the sun. This friend wore glasses, was refined and polite, but seemed a little reserved and cautious. He told us about his personal experiences and family situation, and told us his surname was Huang. My wife later told me that she admired two things about Huang: first, his unwillingness to settle for a stable and mundane life, his willingness to constantly change jobs, and his courage to challenge himself; second, his desire for his child to have a happy childhood, a sentiment my wife had shared in the past, although that wouldn't be possible after the child started school. Midway through the conversation, I excused myself to use the restroom, allowing them to talk alone. When I returned, we chatted for a while, and then my wife also went to the restroom. I asked Huang how the conversation went, and he told me that my wife truly loved me, but was also rather conservative, lamenting that she didn't know if society was developing too fast or if she was simply out of touch with the times. She could feel my love for her, but she felt confused about the depth of that love. I discussed with Xiao Huang that he would make an excuse to go out for a while, and I would ask my wife what she thought. After Xiao Huang left, my wife begged to go home, her eyes looking pitiful. She said that as long as it didn't involve that kind of thing, she felt the conversation was very intimate and natural, but once it came to that, she had an indescribable feeling… We finally met, and I still didn't know what my wife thought. I anxiously asked her if she felt anything and if she was willing. My wife said she didn't know. She felt the online friend was quite nice during the conversation, but she didn't know what would happen if she were actually in that kind of environment… I encouraged my wife: "Just try it once, okay? If you don't feel good, I won't bring it up again." My wife silently nodded and said: "Okay, honey, I'll listen to you…" There was

a hotel near Green Lake, and after the online friend returned, I asked him to go and book a room. He said he didn't have his ID card with him. I was a little anxious and said: "We need your out-of-town ID card to book a room." He said he would take a taxi back to get it. My wife and I strolled hand in hand along the edge of Green Lake. I asked my wife if she was nervous. She replied that she wasn't nervous, but she felt uneasy, like she was swallowing a fly. I squeezed my wife's hand and encouraged her, "Hang in there, things might feel better..." Suddenly remembering something important, I called Xiao Huang and told him to bring safety equipment. We drove to the hotel parking lot, and my wife remained quietly seated in the back. I turned and held her hand, asking, "Honey, are you feeling uncomfortable?" My wife looked a little lost and said, "I don't know what I'm feeling right now. It's like when my mom used to ask me to meet her boyfriend, and I didn't want to, but she meant well, and I couldn't refuse..." I called Xiao Huang, who told us everything was arranged in room 425. My wife followed me upstairs into the room. I checked my watch; it wasn't even 5:30 yet. It was a standard room, not very big; the two beds in the middle made it quite cramped. A sports event was playing on TV. After Xiao Huang poured us tea, he sat still, probably unsure how to begin. I said to my wife, "Ladies first, would you like to take a shower first?" We had already discussed it before going upstairs, suggesting that either Xiao Huang or she should shower first, as one of us needed to watch our bags. It wasn't that I didn't trust Xiao Huang, but we should be wary of strangers. My wife, dressed neatly, went into the bathroom. While she showered, I drew the curtains. The curtains in this room were different from those in other hotels; beneath the thin, pale yellow curtains was only a layer of white gauze, unlike the thick, black underlayers of curtains in other hotels that completely blocked out light. This was good; if it was pitch black and nothing could be seen, there would be little sensory stimulation. I frankly told Xiao Huang that I was very nervous, a unique feeling that was hard to describe… Xiao Huang comforted me, saying that everyone feels this way the first time, with a lot of trepidation, and that this feeling would gradually disappear after going through it. After a moment of silence, I discussed with Xiao Huang again: since we'd come this far, I should let him act according to his own judgment while I showered, hoping to see his progress when I came out. Although I said this, I was actually afraid that my wife might be hurt… Xiao Huang understood my feelings at that moment, saying he wouldn't hurt my wife, promised to respect her, and asked me not to worry. I also instructed Xiao Huang to let him enter my wife's body first when we were playing...

Having done that, the deed was done. At this moment, I was still afraid my wife would change her mind. Xiao Huang calmly smiled and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter who goes first; he won't care." I could tell Xiao Huang was indeed experienced in this area. A while later, my wife's voice came from the bathroom, telling me to make the bed. I didn't hear clearly, thinking she wanted me to close the curtains, and casually replied that I had already. This meant my wife was about to leave the bathroom. My heart pounded with the thought: if my wife came out fully clothed, should I undress her, or should Xiao Huang undress her? If I undressed her, she might be more psychologically accepting, but if Xiao Huang undressed her, and I watched, that feeling would be stimulating… The bathroom door opened, and my wife stepped out, walking straight down the hallway into the room. My wife's face was flushed after her bath, her hair slightly disheveled, but her fair skin shone even brighter. To my surprise, she wasn't wearing any clothes. A dark yellow bath towel wrapped around her full body, her snow-white arms exposed above her ample, high breasts. The small towel couldn't fully cover her body, and the hem of her bathrobe revealed her slipper-clad feet and part of her fair thighs… My wife had become quite open at that moment; the only thing covering her body was a bath towel—didn't that mean it would be convenient for a man to undress her? But in an instant, my wife turned back and hid in the bathroom, complaining, "Why didn't you make the bed for me?" Only then did I understand her meaning and quickly did as she said. My wife genuinely wanted to make things easier for us; my thinking was correct. She later told me that she was wearing a tight-fitting bra that day, extending from her upper body to her buttocks, which was difficult to take off, and it would be a struggle for us to undress her. It was better for her to just go out wrapped in the towel… I accompanied my wife to the bathroom, then helped her out, and carefully led her to the bed against the wall. After she lay down wrapped in her bathrobe, I quickly pulled the blanket over her. Xiao Huang's gaze swept over my wife's body, and from a man's perspective, I sensed his gaze wasn't particularly lewd. He calmly walked towards the bathroom. At that moment, I understood the composure of someone with experience. I sat down beside my wife, tenderly stroking her face. My wife seemed cold and asked me to bring a blanket from the other bed to cover her. She seemed to dislike me at that moment, moving to the very edge of the bed, pitifully shrinking her body to one side, as if avoiding me… Looking at my wife, I imagined that perhaps, the exciting moment, the instant I entered the bathroom, Xiao Huang and my wife had already begun. My consciousness became somewhat blurred… My nervousness was no less than my wife's, and we were speechless for a moment. After a while, Xiao Huang came out, also wrapped in a bath towel. I took off my outer clothes and pants in front of them, entering the bathroom in my underwear. While showering, I would occasionally press my ear to the crack in the bathroom door to listen, trying to know what was happening outside, but apart from the monotonous sound of the showerhead, I couldn't hear anything. After showering, I came out and saw Xiao Huang sitting beside my wife, leaning towards her, gently stroking her hair and talking to her. My wife covered her eyes with one hand, looking very nervous.
My wife later told me that Xiao Huang followed the rules of the game. Before I appeared, he sat on the other bed, saying to my wife with concern, "Sister-in-law, you're sleeping too close to the edge, could you move a little closer?" My wife replied nervously that it was okay. They then fell silent. After a while, Xiao Huang probably felt a little cold and asked my wife, "Sister-in-law, can I come over and cover myself with a blanket?" My wife nodded with her eyes closed and said yes. Xiao Huang sat down beside my wife, pulled the other blanket folded over her and covered his lap with it, gently stroking her hair and saying, "Sister-in-law, don't be nervous, relax, it's okay..." Xiao Huang's reassurance made my wife feel very warm. At that moment, I came out of the bathroom. Seeing me appear, Xiao Huang moved to the other bed and sat down, perhaps feeling that everything should start with me. I lay down beside my wife, gently embracing her soft arms, and tenderly kissed her cheek. She opened her eyes slightly and looked at me, saying, "Husband..." before closing them again and resting her head against my chest. I suppressed the surging emotions in my chest, trying to relax as much as possible, and said to her, "Wife, I love you..." As I spoke, my cold lips kissed her rosy cheek, my hand slipping under the covers and moving over her full breasts, squeezing her soft nipples, then trying to pull back the towel covering her soft body. My wife suddenly gripped the towel tightly, her voice trembling, "No... don't untie it..." I understood her shyness at that moment, stopped what I was doing, gently stroked her hair, and pressed my tongue against her bright red lips, letting it pierce her skin. "Mmm..." she moaned softly, her warm tongue responding passionately to my intrusion, our tongues entwining in a passionate embrace... Taking advantage of this, I smoothly untied the towel from her body, and her slightly cool breasts immediately fell into my hands. I gently kneaded them, and she hugged my neck tightly, her breathing becoming heavier... I glanced sideways at Xiao Huang and saw him still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at us. I pulled my hand out from under the covers and beckoned to him.

As I kissed my wife deeply, I naturally lifted the covers slightly, immediately exposing her snow-white breasts to Xiao Huang's eyes. On her high, firm breasts, one large brown nipple trembled slightly as I kneaded her breast... I could feel Xiao Huang's breath. He gently leaned down and softly took his wife's nipple into his mouth, sucking on it with gusto, his hand moving towards the breast I was grasping… “Oh…”, his wife pulled away from his lips, tilting her head back and letting out a soft moan, her eyes tightly closed… The blanket was completely pulled back during our movements, revealing his wife's full, white, and tender body. Releasing his hand, as Xiao Huang took over caressing his wife's trembling breast, his hand went directly to his wife's thick pubic hair. I knew his wife didn't like her clitoris touched, so his fingers circled around her vaginal opening… At the same time, he noticed Xiao Huang was already standing by the bed, his wife's slender, white hand holding his large, dark penis. His wife later told me that Xiao Huang had pulled her hand over. She hadn't dared to look at what Xiao Huang's penis looked like, only that it felt hot, thick, and large… He lowered his head and kissed his wife again, her breathing becoming more rapid and faster. Warm love fluid gradually overflowed from her vaginal opening, and my fingers were becoming increasingly sticky from her love fluid… Just then, I felt Xiao Huang's hair brush against the back of my hand on my wife's lower body. Without me noticing, Xiao Huang was already kissing my wife's thighs, moving from the outside to the inside… No wonder my wife was producing so much and so much vaginal fluid; it was the result of the stimulation from our kissing and caressing. I pulled my hand away from my wife's vaginal opening and continued to fondle her large breasts… Leaving my wife's lips, I looked up to watch Xiao Huang's actions. Xiao Huang gently parted his wife's long, slender legs, pressed his face against her pubic hair, and his lips clamped onto her clitoris... "Oh..." His wife tilted her head back, her tightly closed face becoming even more alluring. She couldn't help but open her sexy lips and let out a stimulating moan. Her legs, controlled by Xiao Huang's hands, involuntarily rose up. As Xiao Huang's lips and tongue continued to work on his wife's vulva, her legs were shaken up and down... I stared blankly at Xiao Huang's gentle yet powerful movements on my wife, and then gazed intently at my wife, who was aroused by passion. Pain and contradiction made my heart pound. The bitter feeling made me lose all sexual desire for a while... Xiao Huang was very diligent; he licked his wife for a long time.

The blanket fell completely to the floor. As his tongue slid along his wife's labia, she moaned softly, her beautiful body almost convulsing... Xiao Huang left his wife's body to get a condom. I kissed my wife's face, continuing to caress her thighs... I watched helplessly as Xiao Huang straddled the bed, moved between my wife's fair legs, spread them apart with his hands, and, holding his thick, dark penis, approached her hairy pubic area... "Oh..." With Xiao Huang's forward lean and the thrust of his large penis, my wife cried out in a passionate frenzy, her beautiful face turning to one side, clutching the side of the pillow tightly... Xiao Huang, naked, pressed down on my wife's voluptuous body, our heads touching above each other's faces... I occupied one side of the bed, making it difficult for Xiao Huang to place his hands supporting his body. I got up and left the bed, giving Xiao Huang space. I was standing against the wall on one side of the bed, the aisle in the middle was too narrow to easily observe them, so I turned and walked to the other side of the bed, squatted down beside it, and gently stroked the inside of my wife's raised thigh, carefully observing how Xiao Huang was behaving with my wife. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the curtains, illuminating the naked couple: the man's elbows supported his body, his head intimately pressed against the woman's delicate face, her hair disheveled, her eyes closed, her slightly parted lips emitting passionate moans, her legs slightly raised, her snow-white flesh swaying with the man's hip movements. This woman entering the world of lust was my wife! My wife's lower body was completely under Xiao Huang's control. I could clearly see that between my wife's raised and swaying legs, in front of Xiao Huang's two testicles, amidst the intertwined pubic hair of the man and woman, the man's thick, hard penis was forcefully inserted into my wife's vagina. My wife's tender, red vaginal opening was turning in and out with the slight thrusting of the man's penis, and milky white, shiny fluid was flowing out of her vagina, running down her perineum to both sides of her buttocks... Xiao Huang did not thrust back and forth vigorously, but instead kept his thick, hard penis inside my wife's vagina. He twisted his hips, making a half-rotating, churning, and thrusting motion inside my wife's vagina...

His glans must have been pressing against my wife's cervix, powerfully rubbing and thrusting against it... With each thrust, my wife let out a series of intoxicating "Oh... Ah..." sounds, her full buttocks involuntarily swaying in sync with the man on top of her, her beautiful face radiating the glow of sexual pleasure... I couldn't resist reaching my hand between my wife's vagina and anus, gently pinching her perineum. "Oh... Oh..." her moans grew stronger, her juices already flowing down her buttocks onto the sheets... Her passionate moans made my penis instantly hard. I moved to the head of the bed, reaching under Xiao Huang's body to roughly knead my wife's breasts, twisting her nipples tightly... "Ah... Oh..." my wife cried out even louder, her hands gripping the pillow tightly, her whole body writhing... Xiao Huang suddenly left my wife's body and got off the bed. His penis was erect in his condom. He couldn't handle his wife's passionate reaction and got off to rest. I immediately straddled the bed, facing my limp and powerless wife. I knelt beneath her, supporting her thighs with my hands. Her wet, sticky vagina was immediately exposed before me. Holding my erect penis, I aimed at her overflowing vagina and thrust forward forcefully. With a cry of "Ah..." from my wife, my entire penis filled her vagina! I adjusted my position, steadied her legs, and began a frenzied, relentless thrusting. "Oh...ah...ah..." my wife cried out again, her long, smooth black hair obscuring her beautiful face... Looking at my wife, her face flushed with desire, having just been with another man, an inexplicable urge surged within me. I felt I wasn't making love, but rather indulging in a frenzied revenge, ruthlessly trampling on my wife, as if to reclaim what I had lost... In the midst of passionate thrusting, a sensation of ejaculation reached my glans. I immediately stopped, leaving my hard penis inside my wife's warm vagina. As I paused, Xiao Huang, who was squatting by the bed, buried his head in my wife's chest and took her hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it... "Mmm...mmm...it hurts...be gentle..." I felt my wife's vagina contract violently, squeezing my penis tighter and tighter... My wife couldn't bear Xiao Huang's passionate sucking; her eyes were tightly closed, her face showing a mixture of pleasure and pain, her cherry lips slightly parted as she pleaded softly. Seeing my wife's adorable state as she was being played with by two men, I thrust into her vagina again with great force. My wife's full breasts swayed violently back and forth during my fierce assault... My wife later told me about her new experience: the large swaying of her breasts during penetration felt like someone was caressing her, making her more stimulated and aroused. She felt the urge to ejaculate again. I withdrew, squatted by my wife's bedside, and kept stroking her face. Xiao Huang got into bed and lay on top of his wife's snow-white body. Between her parted legs, he reached down, steadied his penis, and thrust downwards. "Oh..." With a cry from his wife, Xiao Huang's penis entered her body again.
Xiao Huang's sexual movements were the same as before, not very vigorous. I moved to their lower body and inserted my fingers under Xiao Huang's penis, caressing my wife's perineum. I withdrew a little, admiring this exciting and thrilling sexual scene. Amidst his wife's gentle moans, Xiao Huang put his mouth to his wife's ear, licking it while saying something to her. His wife, stimulated, nodded repeatedly. Xiao Huang's lips suddenly pressed against his wife's. His wife tilted her head slightly, seemingly resisting, yet also accepting… Soon, a dazed expression appeared on her face, completely immersed in a passionate kiss. She moaned, "Mmm… Oh…" her sensual lips twisting slightly under Xiao Huang's caresses. Her fair arms tightly embraced his body, her high breasts pressed against his chest… Seeing his wife take the initiative in being intimate with Xiao Huang, a surge of heat rushed to his head, and his penis grew even thicker and harder… Just as his wife embraced Xiao Huang, his body stiffened, his lower body pressing firmly against her vulva, unmoving. A moment later, he collapsed limply onto his wife's body. He ejaculated inside my wife's warm vagina… My wife later told me that Xiao Huang had asked her tenderly, "Sister-in-law, are you comfortable?" Having experienced pleasure with a man other than her husband for the first time, my wife nodded honestly. Encouraged, Xiao Huang said to her again, "Sister-in-law, if you're comfortable, will you hold me?" He then kissed her slightly parted lips as she moaned. At first, my wife kept her teeth tightly closed to prevent Xiao Huang's tongue from entering, but as his penis thrust, she couldn't control herself. She opened her mouth in a daze, actively welcoming his tongue. Their tongues intertwined wildly, and she involuntarily hugged Xiao Huang's naked body tightly… At that moment, Xiao Huang impulsively ejaculated. He slowly sat down and withdrew his penis from my wife's body. I saw that the tip of the condom on his now shrunken, limp penis was covered in milky white semen… I pounced on my wife and gave her another frenzied ordeal…

Xiao Huang stared blankly at us; he had lost all sexual desire. When I ejaculated, Xiao Huang had already gone to the bathroom to clean up. My wife only opened her eyes then, asking me tenderly, "Honey, are you tired? Lie on me and rest for a bit." Throughout the entire threesome, my wife had kept her eyes closed in shyness; only now did she open them. I shook my head, tidied my wife's disheveled hair, and gently caressed her breasts. My wife blinked at me, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "I feel like he's a little different from you..." I shushed her and quickly covered her mouth with my hand. I was worried that Xiao Huang would hear our comments and feel uncomfortable about them. After Xiao Huang finished cleaning up, I told my wife to go clean up first. My wife, naked and voluptuous, walked out in front of us and went into the bathroom. My wife told me that she carefully cleaned the nipples Xiao Huang had sucked and the places he had kissed. In the ecstasy of passion, she needed that sucking and kissing; afterward, she felt she had to remove those traces because she belonged to her husband and couldn't accept another man leaving anything on her. A woman's psychology is always so contradictory. It's already 6:45 PM. From the time we entered the room, the three of us played...
It was over an hour. While my wife went to wash up, I told Xiao Huang that we had to leave; it was getting late, and my wife had to rush to a wedding. Xiao Huang nodded understandingly and said, "Then hurry up and go. I'll stay here tonight." A little while later, my wife came out, dressed neatly, still looking elegant and beautiful, but her face was flushed with shyness. Walking down the street, looking at my dignified and elegant wife, who would have thought that just a few minutes ago, she was a wanton woman enjoying sexual pleasure! The passionate sex had subsided, and my wife's shyness in front of Xiao Huang seemed to intensify. When we left, I said goodbye to Xiao Huang; my wife didn't say a word. Later, my wife said that she felt very embarrassed and left the room almost like she was running away. After thinking about it, my wife told me that she felt guilty towards Xiao Huang. He had been very kind and considerate to her, and he hadn't said a word when he left, which she felt was a bit unfair. My wife is always so kind and compassionate. Before leaving and getting into the car, my wife blurted out, "I've already experienced it. You said it would only be once, so please don't do it again, okay?" My heart skipped a beat. I asked her if she didn't enjoy it. She admitted it was physically pleasurable, but it took too much time and energy, and she was worried it would affect our family life. I reassured her that this wouldn't happen too often, and I would only arrange it when appropriate, asking her not to worry. I then asked if she would still want me to arrange it like this in the future. My wife vaguely agreed, saying, "We'll see later." She couldn't forget the pleasure, but she didn't want to encourage me to do it too much, hence her perfunctory reply.

My wife is a good woman; she was afraid I would become obsessed. I asked her if she was nervous when we entered the room for our threesome.
She replied that she wasn't. This was her husband's arrangement, and even if she didn't want to accept it, she didn't want to upset him. At the time, she had a "what the hell" mentality, willing to endure anything. But as it turned out, how could I ask my beloved wife to go through such a ordeal? All she got was pleasure! However, I believe my wife's words are true. Because she trusts her husband, she's not afraid of anything; she's simply doing something she doesn't want to do. In comparison, I feel I'm experiencing far more emotional conflict and psychological torment. In the following days, whenever my wife and I were in bed, we would reminisce about the experience. My wife was deeply moved, saying that I was like a father watching over her. She even suggested that if Xiao Huang's wife came, I could play with her too, so she would feel more balanced… But I couldn't accept her suggestion, at least not for now. I encouraged my wife to play the threesome simply because I love her and don't want to gain anything from it. Whenever we had free time, we would constantly relive the exciting scenes, and as we talked, my penis would quickly become aroused, and my wife would soon become aroused. I calculated that from Saturday afternoon when we played the threesome to Sunday and Monday noon, I actually had sex with my wife six times. This kind of game not only helps regulate our sex life but also greatly enhances our relationship.

I developed a strange feeling towards my wife. Having a threesome felt like marrying her off and then bringing her back – a
feeling of having lost her and then regaining her made me cherish her even more. I often affectionately called her "my bride" and showered her with care. My wife genuinely felt my love, saying, "This love flows entirely from my heart." Because of the selfishness of love, I was afraid my wife would develop an attachment to Xiao Huang. Xiao Huang did a good job; my wife did indeed have feelings for him. Therefore, I planned to find several suitable friends and alternate between having three or four relationships with different men, allowing my wife to experience different types of men, which would help build her emotional resilience. I often joked with my wife, "I'm going to find you ten boyfriends." In reality, this was just a joke; finding three or four suitable friends was already difficult enough. Whenever I heard that I was trying to find her a boyfriend, my wife would pout and object, saying, "Don't bother, okay? I just met Xiao Huang. He has experience with three-player games and is very considerate to me. Let me get used to him for a while before looking for someone new. Otherwise, every time I meet a new man, I'll feel the same way I did with Xiao Huang the first time, unable to let go..." The more my wife spoke of Xiao Huang like that, the more I wanted to find her a new boyfriend. I was terrified that things would go wrong if she stayed with Xiao Huang for too long. Soon, we started a new experience. November 14th was another Saturday. In the evening, I went to NetEase, entered my local area code in the chat room login, and chose the username "Couple's Fun" to enter the local chat room. A friend who hadn't chosen a username greeted me and subtly asked what my username meant. He said he had similar thoughts, but his wife disagreed, and he asked me for advice on how to persuade her. He also asked how I ensured the safety of this kind of game and kindly reminded me to be careful of my wife, fearing that she might have an affair after playing such a game. I answered all his questions. He laughed, saying I had "come prepared." Actually, I had one reservation: I hadn't told him we'd played three-player games. I was afraid he'd use it to humiliate my wife. This online friend introduced himself as 33 years old, from Beijing, having worked in the city for two years and soon returning to Beijing. He asked if we were both in front of the computer. Just then, my wife came over, so I asked her to sit next to me and watch the chat. The online friend said he envied our family, that my wife must be happy, and wanted to get to know me, giving me his phone number. I felt good about him and invited him for drinks the next day, meeting him at 11:50 am outside a restaurant. He happily agreed. Back in bed, I invited my wife to the party the next day, but she refused, saying, "You go if you want. They didn't ask me to come, so don't force me." I said irritably, "What's the point of me going if you're not going? I'm not going either." My wife turned over and said unhappily, "You're so heartless! You two seemed so sincere, but it turns out you were just pretending!" I tried to reason with her, saying that things online aren't always true, and you shouldn't take things too seriously, but you also shouldn't be completely indifferent. You have to handle things according to your own situation. Although my wife didn't say anything, she had no experience with the internet and still couldn't understand me. The next day, November 15th, was my wife's birthday. Early in the morning, my wife was going to work overtime. Before leaving, she woke me up and said, "You two seemed to be having a good conversation. You shouldn't deceive or hurt them. Why don't you invite them to lunch?" "My wife is always so earnest and kind. I didn't want her to see me as heartless, and subconsciously, I also wanted to make her birthday more special, so I agreed. I arrived at the agreed location on time, but the other person didn't show up. I called, and they said they'd be there in about 10 minutes. Clearly, they weren't serious about online appointments either. About 20 minutes later, I finally met this online friend. He wasn't very tall, and his demeanor and speech revealed a lot of traces of his experience in officialdom. However, he was still quite well-mannered. He told me his surname was An, so I called him Xiao An. At the dinner table, we talked about topics like officialdom, interpersonal skills, family life, and sex. He didn't directly bring up threesomes or ask me if my wife was pretty, which made him seem quite mature. We had a good conversation and unknowingly drank five small bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) until after 4 pm. When I was tipsy, I told him that I had originally wanted to invite my wife, but because it involved a threesome, she felt uncomfortable and didn't want to come." Xiao An comforted me, telling me not to overthink it and that we should just consider ourselves brothers and friends. Xiao An, being adept at navigating the complexities of officialdom, spoke with ease. I knew perfectly well what he was thinking; he was simply trying to make everything seem perfect. However, the thought of my wife's arrival and the potential events that might follow filled me with a strange excitement. I called my wife and invited her to join us. She seemed worried about my drinking and agreed. Soon after, she arrived. That day, she wore minimal makeup, a pale yellow women's jacket, and an open pink sweater that tightly hugged her full figure. A floral scarf adorned her fair neck, making her appear fresh, elegant, and naturally beautiful. Xiao An's eyes lit up, and he immediately invited my wife to sit down, urging the waiter to bring juice and other drinks, being exceptionally hospitable. I excused myself to use the restroom and strolled down the restaurant corridor, intentionally letting them talk alone.

After about ten minutes, my wife came out to find me, playfully scolding me for not returning home soon, worried I was too drunk.
My alcohol tolerance is pretty good; this amount of alcohol won't get me drunk. My wife's kindness warmed my heart and strengthened my resolve to enrich her life that evening. Before I knew it, it was 6 PM. Xiao An, being very considerate, said that my sister hadn't eaten yet, so let's go to another restaurant. The three of us went out and took a taxi to another restaurant. After we sat down, while Xiao An went to the restroom, I asked my wife what she thought of him. She replied: "He's a very good person, but I always feel that he overdoes it with his excellence..." Hearing my wife's positive assessment of Xiao An, a new idea suddenly popped into my head: let's go to a karaoke bar for some fun. In the various karaoke rooms in this city, there are often private suites or small rooms partitioned off with screens that serve as dance floors. These small rooms are usually unlit and can only accommodate two people dancing inside. This way, people singing in the main hall can't see the dancers inside, allowing the dancers to have a relaxed and entertaining environment in their own private world. I figured Xiao An would make my wife happy in this environment, and I could be intimate with her when she was happy—an experience she'd never had before. I believed she'd find it exciting and thrilling… The karaoke room was dimly lit. As soon as I entered, I went to check out the small dance floor at the back. It was right next to the window, but the tightly closed curtains blocked out all the streetlights. The outside lights were already dim, so the light filtering in was even fainter. I estimated that if my wife was open, passionate sex could definitely happen here. I sat in the middle of the sofa in the karaoke room, my wife to my left, and Xiao An to my right. We ordered some red wine, and after the three of us raised our glasses, I started singing enthusiastically. Seeing my wife and Xiao An sitting still, I invited them to dance. Xiao An had been waiting for this moment and immediately reached out to invite my wife. My wife took off her coat, and she and Xiao An went behind the screen, disappearing from my sight in an instant. At first, I could hear them talking loudly, but then it gradually became quiet. I knew what was happening inside, but suppressing my sadness and voyeuristic urges, I didn't disturb them. Midway through, when I took my wife inside to dance, I kissed her and asked if she was enjoying herself. She smiled and nodded, then whispered in my ear, "He said he wants to make love to me." I felt a surge of excitement and asked my wife if Xiao An wanted to do it inside. She said yes.
I said it was fine to do it here, you two can just play around inside. My wife worriedly reminded me that this was a public entertainment venue, and she was afraid the staff would come in and she'd be very nervous. I carefully considered my wife's feelings and suddenly realized that Xiao An probably hadn't brought a condom. Because Xiao An had initially come out to drink with me, I hadn't expected things to develop so quickly… so I comforted my wife, saying that being nervous was one thing, but Xiao An not having a condom was a big problem, and we should reschedule for another time and place. My wife nodded in agreement. My wife danced with Xiao An for the last time, probably for almost 20 minutes. Although they were singing, I kept listening and observing the sounds inside, and I thought I heard my wife making soft moans… When we came out, I noticed my wife didn't look well. I suspect my wife had already slept with Xiao An inside. Around 10 PM, we finished our entertainment. As we left the private room, I walked ahead, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Xiao An with his arm around my wife's waist. I'm convinced they must have been intimate inside. After walking about ten steps, before we went down the stairs, my wife caught up with me and walked alongside me. Perhaps feeling uncomfortable, she pulled away from Xiao An's arm and followed me. After leaving the karaoke bar, Xiao An and I each took a taxi back to our accommodation. In the car, I held my wife's hand and asked if she was happy. She gripped my fingers tightly and didn't speak, seemingly conflicted. My wife had told me that every time she met a strange man, it felt like a fresh start, a feeling she couldn't quite describe… Back home, my wife told me about what had happened on the dance floor: the first time they went in, Xiao An maintained a gentlemanly demeanor, dancing politely with her, speaking loudly, indicating that he understood my way of loving my wife, and explaining how much he loved his wife and his work situation. Later, on several visits to the dance floor, Xiao An started being affectionate with my wife. He said affectionately to his wife, "Sister, I liked you the moment I saw you. You are an elegant and outstanding woman." His wife felt pleased and smiled at him. Xiao An passionately wrapped his arms around his wife's soft waist, pressed his face against her cheek, and then gently kissed her face, neck, ears, and other sensitive areas… He then held her head and kissed her passionately, slipping his tongue into her mouth. His wife silently savored this rare warmth, gently letting him be intimate… Xiao An became aroused, boldly embracing his wife's full buttocks, pressing tightly against her lower body… He moved one hand to his wife's chest, gently caressing her soft, high breasts through her clothes. His wife felt wonderful at that moment… Xiao An wanted to reach inside and touch his wife's breasts, but her tight-fitting bra was very long, extending all the way down to her underwear, and the belt was very tight, preventing his hand from reaching inside…

Finally, on the dance floor, while Xiao An was passionately kissing his wife, he pulled her hand down to his crotch and touched his erect penis. Her hand lingered on his crotch for a moment before she withdrew it. Seeing that his wife wasn't cooperating, he simply took it out and made her hold it. His wife later told me that his penis wasn't as big as Xiao Huang's, but it was quite hard. Holding Xiao An's large penis, his wife suddenly lost her earlier excitement, and a bad feeling welled up inside her: How could this happen in this environment? Because Xiao An was a man I had invited, and we had both expressed our sexual intentions from the beginning, his wife couldn't refuse his impulsive actions. After gripping his hard penis for a while, his wife said to Xiao An, "Shall I put it in?" Originally, she meant for him to put his penis back in his pants, but Xiao An misunderstood. He eagerly tried to unbutton his wife's clothes. His wife said, "No, put it in your pants." Xiao An, perhaps overwhelmed by desire, roughly touched his wife's breasts and pleaded, "Sister, I want to have sex with you, I want to have sex with you..." Seeing his childlike, coquettish manner, his wife felt a surge of tenderness, her body relaxed, and an impulse rose within her... Seeing his wife's body go limp, Xiao An reached around to his wife's soft waist, trying to slip his hand inside her waistband, but the tight waistband prevented his intrusion. Xiao An then reached around to his wife's lower abdomen, eagerly unbuttoning her pants and quickly pulling down the zipper... With his wife's pants loose, Xiao An's hand easily slipped inside, quickly pulling up his wife's tight-fitting clothes. The wife's eyes were half-closed, anticipating Xiao An's hand moving up from the inside of her tight-fitting underwear, kneading and caressing her full breasts... But Xiao An's hand moved down inside her waistband, incessantly pinching and groping her sexy buttocks. His hand slid down her buttocks, his fingers suddenly touching her vaginal opening... As an electric shock of pleasure coursed through her body, a word suddenly flashed through her mind: betrayal... The wife had always believed that a threesome should only be done in front of her husband, and this sneaky touch was definitely a betrayal. She bent over and twisted her body, trying to get rid of Xiao An's hand... Xiao An panicked, moving behind his wife and grabbing her buttocks, shouting, "Good sister, I feel it, you need it too..." He tried to pull down her pants, wanting to push his hard penis into her buttocks from behind. The wife struggled and dodged away, saying seriously to Xiao An, "No, absolutely not..." Because I was outside, Xiao An didn't want to force his wife too much. He was utterly disappointed. He sighed, leaning his head against the wall, panting, and watched helplessly as his wife put on her pants. He then came up to her and hugged her, saying, "Sister, I really need it. Can you understand? I have to take care of these things myself every month. Today, I couldn't help myself. Can you understand?" His wife nodded in understanding. She truly understood him. In that environment, in their own private space, a man's impulse towards a woman… When his wife left the dance floor, her face was pale, perhaps dissatisfied with Xiao An's last act, and also with me. She scolded me, saying, "You created those conditions for us, but you didn't make it clear beforehand that it was okay to do it alone with him. If I accepted him, I would always feel like I was betraying you…" I regretted not reminding Xiao An to bring a condom, and I also regretted being too gentlemanly and not joining them on the dance floor. Otherwise, even without him having sex with my wife, that scene would have been exciting. Because, under her husband's care, my wife received the affection of two men simultaneously; her psychological and physical feelings must have been very intense. It should be noted that the above account was compiled by me after my wife recounted it to me intermittently.

Originally, I wanted to confirm the facts with Xiao An, but his phone was always off. I suspected he had changed his SIM card; perhaps he was afraid of something. Xiao An's disappearance once again confirmed the absolute correctness of my warning to my wife: there's no need to take some people online too seriously. When we got home, my wife, out of feminine shyness, was unwilling to describe the whole process in detail. I felt very disappointed because this was something we planned together, and I believed I had the right to know everything that happened. I lied to my wife, saying I had spied on them twice, and pointed out the actions I imagined might have taken. Only then did my wife tell me the slightly more detailed account. Later, I confessed to my wife that I hadn't actually spied on them; I just wanted to know more details. My wife was furious, saying I didn't trust her. I explained that it wasn't that I didn't trust her, but rather that I trusted her too much, which was why I let them be alone together. My wife's unwillingness to tell me the details made me desperate, hence my lie. My wife accused me of not understanding women's psychology. She only wanted to tell me about the pleasurable things, feeling that the things that happened inside were too embarrassing to talk about. She said her mind was in turmoil at the time, and she only felt the other person being intimate with her, gradually closing in on her. It would be difficult to recount those details. I, on the other hand, believed that what happened recently should be memorable, and telling me in detail wouldn't be a big deal. Because of our differing opinions, we argued and talked until after 3 a.m. My wife concluded that I wasn't psychologically prepared for such a game, and if she had agreed to let me play it this way, she would never have asked me about any details. She said with tears in her eyes, "If you doubt someone, don't use them; if you use someone, don't doubt them. Why do you have to pry so much?" Honestly, if I truly distrusted my wife, or didn't love her, would I have arranged these things so diligently and lovingly? I felt very wronged. For my wife's happiness, to improve our marital life, and to enhance our family's quality of life, I made many sacrifices. These sacrifices included elements of a man's and husband's dignity. Who can understand these feelings? And I only asked my wife to tell me the details, and she couldn't even do that… Was I wrong, or was she wrong? Was I too demanding, or did I truly not understand women's psychology? As her closest person, as the mastermind behind this game, shouldn't she…

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