My wife and I's romantic 3P experience

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Seeing others openly share their stories, I'm grateful for their sharing and decided to write about my wife and me. My writing isn't great, but it's all true.
The story begins in 2010. During the National Day holiday, I took my wife shopping to buy her a cell phone. I noticed she was staring at something, and when I called her, she didn't hear me. I looked over and saw a very handsome young salesman. I gently blindfolded her from behind, and when she turned around, her face was flushed. I quietly asked her if she liked him a lot. She said yes, but it was just admiration, and told me not to overthink it. We're both 36, and I understood her feelings. I asked her, "If you really like him, I'm willing to let you have him." She said, "Women aren't as lustful as you men; I just find him pleasing to the eye." We went over, looked at the phones for a while, and then I got the young man's phone number.
That night, during intimacy, I said, "If you really like him, let's ask him out. We're an old married couple; what's there to be upset about?" "Whatever makes you happy," she said. "No," but I clearly remember that she had seven orgasms that day, and her legs were so weak the next day she couldn't get out of bed. After that, I was sure she wanted it. Later, when we made love, I asked her if she wanted to invite him along, and she said, "That's not a good idea." Then, she happily said, "Okay, let's do it together," and even asked me to invite him during sex. But as soon as we finished, she would immediately turn on me, saying that it was just flirting, and we couldn't actually do it. When I tried to persuade her again, she cried sadly: "Honey, don't you love me anymore?"
We lived like this for two years. We had a shared QQ account. Every weekend, while the kids went to tutoring classes, we would chat with her favorite handsome guys while making love at home, occasionally taking pictures and sending them to them. Of course, they would all say it was very exciting. Every time she was close to orgasm, she would say that she wanted to invite him, that she wanted to sleep with him, and so on. We were both very excited, but as soon as we got out of bed, she would turn on me. We spent about three hours every weekend morning in this kind of excitement.
On a Sunday morning a few days before the May Day holiday in 2013, as usual, I was on top of her, slowly moving, while chatting with people nearby using our shared QQ account. A handsome guy from Xi'an, on a business trip to Beijing, was staying at a hotel near our house. We chatted for a while and felt good about each other, so I asked for his photo. He happened to be her type: highly educated, tall and thin, with a sunny appearance, and had just graduated with his PhD a year ago. She asked me what I thought of him. I thought he was an average-looking but charming and sunny young man. She said she really liked him. I said, "Then let's ask him out." She said, "Honey, are you really not worried?" As I had been for the past two years, I said firmly, "No, as long as you like him, I'm happy." We texted him, and he was overjoyed. We went downstairs together to buy [something] and accompanied her to meet him. We met in the hotel lobby. I explained her preferences and told him to treat her well. They went upstairs, and I went home to wait for her to return.
Fifteen minutes later, she returned, her face flushed. I asked her if he was alright. She said they chatted for a while and hugged, but didn't do anything. She said she loved me and felt too much pressure.
I could feel my wife's deep love...
That night, we made love. She had multiple orgasms. Afterward, I said, "Since you like it, let's try it." She cried, saying she was afraid it would affect our relationship, afraid of hurting me, afraid I wouldn't cherish her anymore, afraid I would think she was a promiscuous woman, afraid of contracting diseases, afraid of getting pregnant, afraid that the boy wouldn't respect her or even hurt her...
I completely understood. I said, "No, we're husband and wife, family. Your happiness is my happiness. Do what you like. If you feel unsafe, I'll go with you." She nodded and buried her head deeply in my arms.
The next morning, I bought breakfast and massaged her legs. She wasn't very tired anymore. After breakfast, we went to work.
On my way home from work, I bought red wine, an eye mask, and liquid condoms. Physically, this was her second time losing her virginity; emotionally, it was her marriage, and I wanted it to be perfect. After dinner, I took her for a walk as usual, and before we knew it, we arrived at the hotel. I texted him on QQ, and he replied quickly: "Here!"
Once in the room, I opened the red wine, and we each had a small glass. Then she went to take a shower, and we snuggled into bed. He stayed by her side, talking to her, while I took a shower.
When I came out, I found her laughing heartily at his antics. That laughter dispelled all the awkwardness, and we were as comfortable and at ease as a family. He went to take a shower, and I turned off the light and drew the curtains, instantly plunging the room into darkness. I began to caress her, fantasizing about the life of having two husbands that I had imagined day and night before, which was about to become a reality. We were 69. She would occasionally tremble involuntarily. She turned around, and I put a blindfold on her (so she wouldn't see him and would reduce her psychological pressure) and a liquid condom on her. In a deep kiss, we became one, slowly exchanging yin and yang, waiting for her to make love with the second man in her life.
He came out, gun in hand, and came to the bedside. I was below, and she moved slowly on top, their tongues intertwined. I helped her lift her buttocks, and I pulled out my penis. With a comfortable "oh," her second penis slowly entered her flower...

Just like that, her second hymen broke. They slowly exchanged life information. I got up to get a drink and poured him a glass. They had turned around and adopted the missionary position. Her legs, like snakes, tightly hugged his waist. I handed him the water, which he drank in one gulp, and continued. I took a sip of wine, held her, and fed it to her stomach little by little. On the other side, the genes of life surged in her vagina... She twisted her waist violently, and I knew she had come... Not long after, with a long sigh, countless little lives left their father's seminal vesicles and rushed into their mother's warm embrace. Her marital wedding was declared over.
I want to explain that this process was actually very complicated for me, hard to describe in words. Only those who have experienced it can truly understand. There was a sense of humiliation and exhaustion, but more than anything, it was the feeling of watching her ecstasy—like seeing your child running towards you with a university acceptance letter after all that hardship.
When we got home, the room was filled with a joyful atmosphere. She nestled in my arms, and I asked her how she felt. She asked in what way. I said physically. She said he wasn't as good as me; he was longer but not as thick. He was a stranger, but I was her safe haven. She's always been very understanding, and I knew she would say that. What about emotionally? She said she felt like it was a wedding. I was the father, and he was the husband. I joked, "Can I fall in love with my daughter?" She scolded me for incest... Before she could even utter the word "incest," our lips were already pressed together, and then we began our "father-daughter" incest...
The next day, I remember clearly, the weather was fine. He went back to Xi'an. She was a little disappointed, but without him, we were still very content. We took the children fishing, enjoying the sunshine and the joy of family life.
After that, we both changed quite a bit. Our routine of twice-weekly meals suddenly changed. We left our mark everywhere – cooking together, admiring the moon on the balcony, unexpected events in the car… Even stranger, she became increasingly shy while her skin improved.
Summer arrived before we knew it, and we went to the beach to escape the heat. The waves, like her snake-like legs coiling around her waist, lapped at my restless heart, making me unable to resist. We made love in the sea (making love in the sea isn't as comfortable as imagined). After the swimmers had gone out at nine o'clock in the evening, we lay on the beach, using the sky as our blanket and the earth as our bed, happily accepting the blessings of couples who happened to meet us. Our
summer honeymoon quickly passed, and we returned to reality. We went to the mobile phone counter in that mall, but he had resigned, his phone was off, and we had no idea where he was. We could only leave disappointed.
That autumn, as the leaves began to fall and the weather grew colder, I took her to choose autumn clothes. Little did we know it would turn into our absurd story. She took a liking to a young salesman, and I tried to set them up. In the fitting room, they completed their sexual encounter in less than ten minutes. When the sounds of their uncontrollable moans drifted over, I blushed deeply, seeing the bewildered expression on the other saleswoman's face.
Time flew by, and nothing similar ever happened again. Spring arrived in 2014 as scheduled. In this season of renewal (and rebirth), our hearts were stirred once more. It was the season for our daughter's wedding, and I decided to let her get married.
The groom was one of her subordinates, a graduate student. He would come to help out from time to time for work purposes, and I developed a trust in him, though I wouldn't say I liked him. Meanwhile, because I had to take care of my child's schooling, I could only come back to take care of her on weekends. I accompanied them a few times, and they gradually developed a tacit understanding. We found a house nearby. The landlord had just moved out. Although it was only 30 square meters, it had a basic bathroom and a simple kitchen, so I could quickly replenish his nutrition after his hard work.
On our wedding day, the three of us—me as the father, him as the groom—each embraced her and was embraced by her. Bathed in a red glow, in that small house, they became husband and wife. For about seven or eight months afterward, every night after ten o'clock, they would meet there and make love. I would occasionally join in, but to be honest, I didn't like watching them make love. However, she liked me to be with her, so I would agree. Most of the time, I would take the children home every weekend, he would go back to school, and she would stay with me. Until one day, he told me that he had a girlfriend. She buried her face in my arms and cried. I asked her, "You've been telling him what women need. He's found his place and is trying to cherish a girl. Isn't that what you've been hoping for?" Only then did she stop crying and smile.
Typing is too tiring, so I'll keep it long and omit the details. The gist is this: In late 2014, she was diagnosed with cancer and passed away in 2015. I was left with my child, deeply cherishing this extraordinary experience. I will never forget the moment she peacefully passed away in my arms.
I hope to receive understanding; we are both mortals. I hope that my spirit and hers in heaven will receive your blessings, to create life, to enlighten life, to cherish life, and to love my wife, children, and family. I also hope that those who agree with this viewpoint are my friends.
My experience tells me that a man doesn't necessarily need a mistress besides his wife; a wife herself can be a mistress if you're willing to explore that area. However, a wife absolutely needs a boyfriend. A wife with a boyfriend is truly a rare beauty, if he's not too unlucky.

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