Wife, single man, me

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Lately, my thoughts have been very chaotic. Work and life are a jumbled mess, and I've been wanting to write about my experiences with threesomes, but I just can't seem to get the time to do it or think straight.

We started looking for couples before the National Day holiday. Back then, we hadn't upgraded our memberships, so we couldn't add anyone else. We were just waiting passively

for couples to "walk into our trap." So, we only managed to add a few couples from other places. My wife and I shared one account and one QQ account. We shared our thoughts and every little change in each other, always considering each other's needs. But as our relationship deepened, we found ourselves getting a little impatient, so we decided to find a single man first.

Things happened quite suddenly. There were three single men available, but for various reasons, the one who finally agreed was a friend from Jinzhou. I must say, this single man was very polite on QQ, and we tried our best to be polite to everyone. Sometimes there were too many people—over 80 single men and about 20 couples—and things got messy. Sometimes other things would come up and we'd get distracted, which annoyed many people. This single guy remained calm and composed, chatting and laughing as usual, which was why we ultimately chose him.

We had no experience with this before, and when we told him he'd be coming that evening, my wife and I didn't think much of it, unaware of what we were about to face.

We chatted, watched movies, and joked around. When he told us he'd arrived at the bus station, my wife and I fell silent. Deep down, we felt tense, embarrassed, surprised, and worried—a complex mix of emotions.

That evening, my family called, telling me an elder was ill and asking me to come see him. After thinking for a long time, I told my wife, "Wait a bit, he'll arrive, you can meet him." She agreed.

While I was with my elder, counting the drops of medicine dripping from the IV drip, I texted my wife, asking how she was doing, wondering if she was embarrassed, and what the single guy would do. My mind raced through countless possible scenarios. My wife texted me saying she'd seen the single guy and told me to hurry back. I agreed, but kept asking what happened. My wife only told me, "Come back quickly, I'm scared."

The single man had previously asked me if it was possible to have sex with my wife beforehand. I thought about it and told him that if he could win her over, he could. He must have tried many ways to win her over—humorous conversation, caring concern, sharing our experiences on the 69 forum—he probably thought of everything. But when I got home, I found the door open, and my wife and the single man standing far apart, both very reserved. I knew something was wrong.

My wife rushed at me and hugged me tightly. I could feel her fear, but why fear? She had never shown any fear when we discussed these things before.

The single man was tall and well-built, and quite polite, but a little abrupt. As we shook hands, took off our coats, and greeted each other, he asked if he needed to wash up.

I was stunned. Wash what? Wash his hands?

I shook my head, subtly hinting to the single man not to say these things. My wife is acting strangely; I don't know if this is what many people say—a last-minute backing out. I'm worried about her state and want to talk to her. At this moment, the single man said, "I'll go buy some water; you two can chat."

He had previously told us that if we weren't satisfied, he could leave. My wife told me, "He's come all this way; it wouldn't be good to have him come all this way for nothing." So I felt it was unlikely my wife would back out at the last minute, but what was the problem?

He came in and immediately started massaging my shoulders, holding my hand, and touching me. That's what my wife said. I suddenly realized the crux of the problem: the single man was too hasty.

In my wife's and my plan, we would chat, joke around, get to know each other, and then... something else. But he came right off the bat with blatant sexual innuendo; my wife couldn't handle it.

My wife hugged me tightly. I hesitated and asked her again, "Is it okay?" My wife thought for a moment and told me, "If he doesn't touch me like that anymore, we'll see. He's come all this way; what else can he do?"

Seeing my wife's reluctance, she acquiesced. This directly led to her later aversion to the single man touching her, and the less-than-ideal start resulted in some less-than-smooth and unpleasant details in the whole process.

The single man returned, bringing cans of Red Bull and a box of condoms. He went to take a shower with an air of utter exhaustion, and by the time he took off a pair, he was already erect. I held my wife and peeked from outside the bathroom, secretly asking her questions like, "How's he doing?" My wife blushed.

After the single man finished showering, my wife went to shower. She kept trying to pull me to shower with her, but I refused. I wanted to talk to the single man while my wife was showering, but before I could finish speaking, she had already finished showering at lightning speed, put on a loose shirt, and sat on the edge of the bed, saying nothing.

Perhaps they also needed to communicate and have some time to ease the previous awkwardness and unpleasantness. Thinking this, I went into the bathroom. Halfway through my shower, I suddenly noticed the single man and my wife standing in the doorway, peeping at me. A wave of dizziness washed over me. Their wicked smiles were so identical, so perfectly coordinated; they seemed to have gotten to know each other.

We wrapped ourselves in towels and chatted about friends on 69, our experiences, and other strange and interesting topics. I felt I should do something to change the awkward situation, because my wife was staring at us like a wooden statue. My wife and I hugged and kissed, and she started to moan softly. The single man, without me noticing, sat down next to her and began caressing her arms and breasts. She pushed him away. The single man, somewhat embarrassed, tried to lick her ear. She struggled for a moment, then stopped.

Then, naturally, the single man revealed his erect penis. My wife frowned, looked at it, and suddenly said the shape was different from mine. I glanced at mine; yes, the shape was indeed different. The single man's was mushroom-shaped, with a larger head and a slightly thinner body.

The single man and I each licked one of my wife's breasts, her ears, and caressed her entire body. My wife slowly moaned, gradually getting into the mood.

The single man was giving my wife oral sex, but she said it hurt a little. He stopped, seemingly unsatisfied, and lay down on the bed, letting my wife touch him. My wife nervously touched him lightly and told him, "You're wet."

I took the opportunity to turn my wife over, from lying flat to kneeling on the bed, her face facing the single man's penis. The single man asked my wife if she wanted to eat it, if she had wanted it for a while. My wife shook her head and said no, while I frowned slightly. This was the problem caused by a lack of communication.

I slowly guided my wife, gently inserting myself into her body, lying behind her, listening to her uncontrollable moans with each penetration, and told her to hold the single man's penis. My wife obediently held it, her hands starting to wander, grasping the single man's penis, and then rubbing the glans with her hand. I whispered in my wife's ear, "Touch it with your tongue." My wife wiped away the fluid from the man's penis and then touched it with her tongue. I told her to touch it lightly with the tip of her tongue again, and she did so several times. The contact area between her tongue and the man's penis increased, and I gradually increased the force of my thrusting. Suddenly, the man groaned. My wife had suddenly taken his penis into her mouth and was frantically performing oral sex. This was her true self; that was the only thought in my mind.

My wife started taking the initiative. Whenever the single man approached, she would reach out and grasp his penis, taking it into her mouth or sticking out her tongue, which would frantically roll around on his penis and testicles. We then officially began the threesome. Although we were a little clumsy, watching my wife and the single man's intercourse, their oral sex, so smooth and natural, a strange thought suddenly surged in my mind: Perhaps this is just animal instinct?

We thrust in and out, changing positions, my wife's hands, mouth, and vagina never stopping. When my wife grasped both penises in her hands and took them into her mouth, licking them together with her tongue, I knew she had relaxed and wasn't so tense anymore. The single man and I tried to make my wife orgasm with our hands, discussing our experiences, and suddenly it felt so natural, so harmonious.

My wife was about to orgasm under the single man's thrusts when he stopped. My wife was a little disappointed. This is when the benefits of the threesome became apparent; when the single man couldn't continue, I took over, and my wife reached nine orgasms that night.

We went on like that, switching positions and thrusting. My wife had never orgasmed in the woman-on-top position before, but when she was on top of the single man, with my penis in her mouth, she reached orgasm, probably because of the stimulation.

Every time, my wife would eat my semen, then slowly lick it clean inch by inch with her tongue, savoring the taste, and then slowly drinking it down. I told the single man all this, so when he asked my wife if she wanted to eat it, if she had been wanting to for a while, she frowned and refused. The single man ejaculated, and my wife and I continued our lovemaking. My wife licked the single man hard, and the second time, my wife's lower body started to hurt.

She didn't particularly like the single man's appearance; she preferred handsome men. The single man wasn't particularly handsome, so she felt no desire or affection. However, she was still very enthusiastic, resulting in a burning pain in her vagina, a lack of lubrication, and the shape of the single man's penis was also uncomfortable for her. As a result, every time he penetrated and moved, it caused a burning pain. She wanted him to ejaculate and finish, but he entered her from the side, thrusting wildly, and she cried out in pain. He tried to stop, but she told him to continue. This might be the human instinct to pursue pleasure; when feeling pain, yet not pleasure, one often doesn't want to stop. Sure enough, she orgasmed under his thrusting, but also experienced considerable pain.

She lost her strength, and the single man and I each ejaculated. Looking at the time, four hours had passed—it was indeed quite long. I looked at my wife with concern; her signature big eyes sparkled mischievously as she winked at me.

She was starting to get mischievous, but what exactly was she going to do? I was a little confused. She seemed alright, which put my mind at ease. We started chatting, and the awkwardness and tension from before disappeared. It was like talking to old friends who hadn't seen each other for years. We talked about history, and many topics about life and work. My wife kept her genitals facing us, and the single man stared at her vulva several times, seemingly uninterested. My wife acted as if she didn't notice, slowly stroking herself and occasionally spreading her vulva open for him to see.

My wife is a little cunning, a little mischievous, and I smiled knowingly. My

wife didn't agree to the single man staying overnight, so he had to leave. After he left, my wife told me she didn't like his appearance or the shape of his penis, but it felt very exciting. She wanted to see me penetrate other women and also wanted to try being a couple.

I asked my wife with some concern if it still hurt. She said it didn't hurt anymore if we didn't do it. She said the single man's penis was different from hers, and it was chafing her so badly. It was burning hot.

Seeing that my wife was alright, I finally relaxed completely. My wife clung to me, licking me, and we became entangled again.

We've already experienced a threesome, but my wife wants to find a handsome single man who will make her completely open up. This was our first threesome, and she still wasn't completely open. She wants a handsome guy, the kind of guy who can do everything he does to me to a single man. I know how crazy my wife can be, so our requirements for single men from now on are tall, handsome, and someone she feels comfortable and likes.

It's been over ten days since that threesome, and we still bring it up. Every time we mention it, my wife gets shy, but every time we talk about the details, she gets excited. I guess that's what they call the spice of marriage. This is

a bit rambling, just rambling on. I don't know what will happen next time, or how things will be for us as a couple. If we find someone, we'll share it with our friends.

We're still looking for a couple: handsome single men and single women with normal figures. If you've read this far, it means you're very patient, and we look forward to communicating with you.

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