Was my first 3P experience a bit of a disappointment?

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My writing skills are limited, so I'll use a narrative style to express that somewhat regrettable experience. The details
may not be detailed, and there may be omissions; the plot may lack passionate vocabulary. Please forgive me, and I hope
the person reading this won't have too many thoughts. We don't blame anyone; we just
wanted to describe our sincere feelings. The regret stems from the fact that my wife and I shared the same feelings and disappointment that day.
For a long time, I started to subtly persuade my wife, using gentle methods like gentle persuasion and subtle hints, just like many others.
Finally, after a long internal struggle, my wife surrendered to me, bringing me a glimmer of hope and a triumphant
victory. During this time, I also went through countless hypothetical scenarios to test my own
acceptance, wondering if I would become a deserter or unable to overcome my own inner turmoil, leaving a permanent scar. Ultimately,
I won over my wife and also conquered myself.
I won't go into too much detail about the thoughts involved; let's jump straight to the main point. I originally planned to find a suitable
couple for us, and I even talked to some couples, but ultimately I gave up on that because my wife's words suggested
she might have difficulty accepting my treatment of other women. So, for the sake of our first time together, I chose
to seek out a single man. I imagine many couples share the same feelings during this process. There are many single men, but it's truly difficult to know
where to begin—various concerns, worries, expectations, and various situations... As time
went by, I met a man younger than us, under 30. To be honest, we didn't chat much on QQ
, having known each other for about a month. We briefly introduced ourselves and exchanged photos. Our chats
were usually simple, with me initiating most of the conversations. He wasn't very talkative, which sometimes led to awkward silences
. I told him it was our first time together, and I was worried and unsure about many things (he had been a single man a few times). I shared
our complicated feelings with him, and he offered some comfort. My
impression of him during this time was hard to pinpoint; it wasn't particularly good or bad, just a bit vague. I think it might be due to the distance and
the internet. Because of this, I suggested we meet in person. Although he felt it would be a bit strange for
two agreed (I actually thought so too, haha). However, things changed,
and due to other reasons, we didn't end up meeting. So later, I told my wife, "Let's just go out for a meal together
." He agreed, and we even set a rough time. Unfortunately, various things delayed us, and I felt
really bad about it. Later, I discussed with my wife that we could meet for dinner next time, and if we were satisfied, we could start making
things official after dinner. (Although my wife agreed to our decision, she was still surprised that it was happening so quickly.)
We agreed to have lunch together sometime in June. Before that, my wife and I went to buy some sexy lingerie,
but we didn't find anything we liked, so we just brought a black nightgown. On the morning of the agreed-upon day, I texted him to
ask where we should eat at 12 noon. He asked if it was okay to skip lunch and have afternoon tea instead. I didn't care what I ate, but I
was worried about my wife feeling awkward, so I thought it would be better to have a proper meal. That way, if she felt awkward, she would have something to eat that would make things easier for her. Because of my
insistence, he agreed. I thought that was how things were settled. Then he said he had something to tell me. He said that his
ID card had been taken by his company that morning to process some kind of insurance. To be honest, I felt a little uncomfortable. I said, "What
a coincidence!" He said, "Why do you need to see my ID card?" I told her it was nothing, and I was worried about what my wife would think if she found out.
(Honestly, I never intended to see his ID.) He said it was real. I'm not an unreasonable
person, maybe it really was just a coincidence. I said okay, no problem, let's stick to the agreed schedule. Later, I called my wife
and told her to come over as soon as she was done (she had some things to do at her parents' house). I hadn't planned to tell her, but I didn't want to hide it from
her. My wife did seem a little uneasy after hearing it, but I still told her not to overthink it, maybe it
really was him. My wife didn't say anything more...
I arrived at the restaurant early and got a table. It was crowded! While waiting, I played on my phone, feeling relatively calm and not
too nervous. I spoke to my wife during this time; she was still on her way. Then I received a QQ message saying he had arrived. I went downstairs
to meet him at the intersection. He sent me his number, and I called. I saw him across the street, and he saw me too. I waved and waited for him
to come over. He was a somewhat muscular man, dressed casually, around 180cm tall, with a large face—not particularly handsome, but not bad-looking
either, and clean-cut. We greeted each other naturally, and walked and chatted until we sat down at a restaurant. Before my wife arrived,
I told him that we both depended on our feelings. I said, "If my wife doesn't feel anything, I won't complain. If she doesn't
feel anything, I hope she understands." He agreed. We chatted casually, and I learned that he had tried dating a few times.
His wife had tried dating a few years ago but found it uninteresting and hadn't participated since. His wife didn't
object to him dating, but he wouldn't tell her, afraid she would feel uncomfortable. I
told him again that this was our first time, and I was mentally prepared for whatever it might be, but I was worried that my wife might not be able to give oral sex.
He said he didn't mind, and that many things might happen during the process. I said it was fine, and if
my wife gave oral sex, I wouldn't object. Things might get complicated. We talked for a while, then I ran out of things to say
. He was playing on his phone, so I said I'd play some games and we should all relax. Then my wife called, asking if he'd
arrived, how it went, and if it was okay. I couldn't really say anything, just told him to
see for . Men and women have different perspectives. (I hadn't told my wife he was under 30.)
A little while later, my wife arrived. I went to the door to greet her, and when she saw me, she asked how it went. I said again, "See for yourself." See
, it's alright. I could tell my wife was a little nervous. We went to the table, and I introduced him to my wife
. I forgot what he said, but we probably nodded to each other. After we sat down, we ordered and chatted for a bit. My wife
doesn't drink much, and neither do I, so we ordered three bottles of beer, mainly hoping my wife would have a drink. While the food was being served, my wife
chatted with him. Originally, my wife planned to remain silent or say very little in
this kind of situation, since women often don't know what to say. Luckily, she was very cooperative today and chatted with him
. She even asked about these things, including oral sex, which I didn't know
how to answer . My wife was unusually bold today. I deliberately walked away to the restroom, letting my wife chat with him.
This way, my wife and he could get to know each other better, and secondly, my wife could ask me things I didn't want to ask. Anyway,
I remember leaving twice during that time. The second time, my wife called me back. My wife also left once during that time. I asked
him if it was okay, and he said yes. Of course, he also left twice to whisper to my wife and me.
During the , my wife told me she hadn't expected him to be so young, that chatting with him was alright, and that he seemed like a nice, clean person
, but she felt he was a bit too young. I said, "If he's too old, you'll think he's old. Compared to old people, he's always younger, right?"
When I was around, my wife also directly told him she thought he was young, and he said being young didn't matter, etc... Anyway, I vaguely got sidetracked by these topics
, and time passed. The waiter called for the bill, so I took out my money. He said
he would pay, saying he didn't have cash and would use a card. I said I had cash, and he asked if I had cash. I said yes, and he said,
"Oh, okay, I didn't bring cash today." After I paid, I asked everyone where we should go. (I hadn't
planned where to go, and I didn't expect my wife to be so straightforward today, so I was suddenly at a loss.) He
mentioned a place with member prices, so we went there. He said he didn't have an ID card, so I said we'd go get one and he could wait
outside. We went in, only to find there were no rooms. We went back to him and saw him standing across the street buying
three bottles of water. We went up to him and said there were no rooms available, so we'd take a taxi to another place, which wasn't far, around 20 yuan. The journey was about 10 yuan
. He swiped his transit card, and when we arrived, just like before, he told us to wait outside while my wife and I went in to drive. We had agreed to
call him beforehand. The service desk was a bit slow, busy with other customers. While we were processing the paperwork, he came in and
stood in the lobby not far from us. He drove off three minutes later. Since we had already seen him, we exchanged a quick eye contact. He
followed us into the room. My wife was probably sweating a lot and said she wanted to
take a shower first. While she was showering, I asked him if he wanted to shower first. He told me to, but then immediately said he should shower first so he could ease the tension with my wife while I showered last
. I agreed. A little while later, my wife came out wearing a black silk nightgown while he went to shower. I told my wife
not to worry or be nervous, that I was there. Luckily, my wife has a good mental fortitude and said that since we've come this far, we shouldn't overthink
it... A few minutes later, he came out wearing a scarf and sat on the bed. I told him I was going to take a shower. While showering
, I deliberately slowed down. For some reason, I felt strangely calm;
there was but it was minimal. I slowly rinsed off, giving them space. I didn't have many complicated thoughts; I just
quietly waited for time to slip away. I turned off the water and stood in front of the mirror, listening intently, hoping
they would have some kind of interaction. Time passed, and I could still hear them talking. I wondered what was going on. "Oh well," I thought, "I'll just
go out." I put on my scarf too. I walked out in a bath towel, and my wife saw me and said, "Why are you all wearing bath towels
?" "Wife, you're so funny," I chuckled. They were all leaning against the headboard chatting and watching TV. I
walked over and kissed my wife's lips. Actually, I was already hard. He saw me kissing my wife and started
touching her breasts through her nightgown. I continued kissing her, the excitement slowly building. I helped her
take off her nightgown and moved my lips to her left breast, slowly and gently licking it with my tongue,
while my other hand caressed her thigh. He looked at me... He kissed my wife's right nipple, making sounds as he kissed
, even humming a little. I could tell he was both kissing and sucking. I noticed my wife was getting aroused. I
slowly moved my hand to the inside of her thigh, and I could feel his other hand caressing her other leg
. Occasionally, I touched her labia, and I was secretly pleased. She was wet; this was what I wanted, my goal.
I wanted to see her lift her head and kiss her lips, a French kiss. Just as I was French kissing her, she suddenly
smiled at me and said, "Why are you staring at me like that?" I said, "Nothing, hehe." Of course, I continued kissing my wife, and my hand reached
for her labia again, but something felt off. Why was it dry? It was wet just a moment ago. Then my wife softly said to me, "
Let him come up," meaning, "Let him have sex with me." I thought to myself, "So fast?" But then I thought, "My wife is already dry." While
thinking this, I untied the condom I had prepared and gave her one. At the same time, to further arouse my wife's desire, I
slid between her legs and began licking her from top to bottom, side to side, inside and out. I could feel my wife reacting at this point
. I continued licking her vulva, and she seemed to feel very comfortable and then had an orgasm. This time... The climax
came earlier than usual when I licked and sucked her. While I was licking and sucking my wife, he wasn't idle. I saw out of the corner of my eye that he was kneading my wife's breasts.
After my wife climaxed from being licked, I quickly moved away and kissed my wife's lips and breasts, telling him to put on a condom. He understood, spread my
wife's legs apart, and rubbed his penis back and forth against my wife's labia a few times before thrusting in. At this moment, I didn't pay too much
attention to his actions towards my wife. Actually, I really wanted to observe, but I still wanted to see my wife's reaction first. So,
while I was licking my wife's breasts, I watched my wife. My wife pulled a pillow and stuffed it under her buttocks. I continued to kiss
my wife gently, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye as he thrust into her. Observing my wife, I couldn't quite describe her expression
; perhaps that was just how it was. In that situation, I didn't think too much. After a few minutes, he
told me to go (maybe he'd ejaculated). I quickly went over, adjusted my position, and thrust in. I was
incredibly excited; the thrill rushed to my head. As I entered, my wife clearly let out a soft "Ah~,"
that pleasurable sound. As I thrust in and out, she kept moaning, "Ah~~ Ah~ Husband!" "Honey
~ Mmm~ Honey, I was already feeling a surge of sensory and emotional excitement, and when my wife called me that, I suddenly
ejaculated. Actually, I didn't even thrust much (again, I apologize to my wife, it was too quick that time), maybe only 2 minutes
. I felt a little ashamed and embarrassed at the time, but I didn't care about that in that situation. She said it might
have been because I was nervous. After I ejaculated, I went to take a shower (I don't remember exactly who went to shower first
, but I'll give a general account of what happened; please don't mind the minor discrepancies). My wife probably
showered first, and then I did. After I finished, I lay down next to her. I could feel her
observing my expression a little, probably trying to read my thoughts. Actually, my expression
didn't change much. After I finished, she went to shower. While she was showering, I asked her
if she felt comfortable. She told me she didn't, not at all. I thought she was
saying this to save face or to avoid me regretting it, so I told her it was okay, if it felt good, then it was.
I hope you feel comfortable and can tell me your true feelings. I would be very happy. But my wife said that when we first started chatting,
she felt a little excited and nervous when he put his hand on her leg. However, when I gently kissed her,
although he was also touching her breasts, he squeezed them very hard and gnawed on them forcefully, causing her
pain. He also pressed and rubbed her genitals hard, seemingly trying to make her feel good (perhaps
he thought she liked this). But on the contrary, her breasts and genitals were in pain.
No wonder she suddenly became dry there. She also said that she was embarrassed to say it before and just told me to hurry up,
meaning she wanted to finish quickly and had lost interest. Hearing this, I felt sorry for my wife and blamed myself for not
communicating well with him beforehand. While we were talking, he came out and lay down on the other side of my wife, and we ended the conversation
. We chatted for a while, but I wasn't feeling very happy. A mix of regrets lingered on
my face, which showed neither smile nor unhappiness. I was quiet, not saying much. My wife asked what I was thinking about
, and I said nothing. Actually, I really wasn't thinking anything; my mind was blank. My wife said, "Shall I give you a blowjob
? But she worried that he might feel uncomfortable if she didn't give him one. (We had
discussed this before; he didn't mind if I didn't give him a blowjob. I made it clear that I was worried my wife might not accept it the first time, but we'd see how it went
. However, my wife and I were both firmly against kissing, but we were okay with everything else. For
us, kissing is an expression of love, a symbol of affection. So, I also want to say this to this gentleman...) (I'm sorry
, I might have disappointed you this time.) I told her to figure it out herself, and then my wife started giving me a blowjob
, her buttocks sticking up high. I got aroused again. At that moment, I really wanted him to do it to my wife from behind, but before
I could even say anything, he grabbed my wife's hand and pulled it towards his penis. My wife understood what he meant, so she continued giving me a blowjob
while also stroking him up and down. He made "uh-uh" sounds, which seemed a bit fake, but that was a minor thing and nobody
cared. While she was stroking him up and down, he used one hand to lift my wife's head and pull it towards his penis. My
wife and I both understood what he meant. I could accept it, but my wife probably didn't want to, or maybe she was considering my
feelings. My wife stubbornly refused to let him move over. This went on for about a few minutes. Next, he probably felt hopeless, so he pulled
his wife's hand towards him, his meaning very clear. If his wife didn't do something at that moment, she might feel
guilty, so she moved over and sat on him (he was already wearing a condom). He thrust up and down forcefully
, a few times, then told his wife to move. She gripped the headboard with both hands and moved up and down, letting out
a moan, while constantly looking at me. He even said that his wife was tight because she hadn't had children, but we knew
it was just flirting, a mix of truth and falsehood, so we didn't pay much attention. Three minutes later, he said he'd ejaculated, and
my wife got off to take a shower. Actually, during this time, I should have gone over to touch and kiss my wife while they were having sex
, or done anything to stimulate her. I was fine with anything, but for some reason I didn't go. I just watched
silently , probably still thinking about what my wife had said earlier. After she came out, she leaned against the headboard while he
went to take a shower. This time, I asked her again if it was comfortable. She said she didn't feel anything, but she pretended to
moan so he wouldn't think it was boring, and she also hoped to finish quickly and make some sounds of pleasure. Hearing this, I felt so guilty,
like I had let my wife down. I felt like I was the one who hadn't fully controlled the whole process. My wife asked me if I regretted it, and
I said no, I only regretted not giving her the thrill she wanted. My wife said she
was relieved that I didn't regret it, worried that I might bring it up in future arguments, or that I looked down on her. I told her to reassure
her and put her mind at ease... After he finished showering, we chatted for a while, then he said he had to leave and went to get dressed. He asked if we wanted to leave
together, and I said you go first, we'll rest a little longer. Then I said goodbye to him, and he left first.
After he left, my wife and I talked for a long time... My wife seemed relieved, and she came over tenderly
to give me a blowjob; it felt so good... I rolled over, pulled her to the foot of the bed, spread her legs, and slowly penetrated
her. She called out "Husband, husband!" in pleasure. I continued to thrust, her eyes half-open
, moaning in a daze. After a while, I had her kneel on the bed, and I stood on the floor, entering her from behind. She kept moaning and groaning...
After I ejaculated, she said she felt very satisfied, that our lovemaking was easy and enjoyable... Afterwards, we chatted
for a while, discussing our experience. We felt a little regretful, perhaps because we hadn't bothered to open up, or perhaps I hadn't given her a blowjob.
We wondered why he was so rough and clumsy, like he was just randomly touching and massaging. My wife and I both wondered if he was really
married; would he treat his wife like that, so carelessly and haphazardly? So we both agreed that he didn't have a wife.
Later, as we checked out, I kept asking her questions on the way. My wife's answer was that she didn't want
to do it anymore. She clearly told me that she had psychological trauma. I suggested we try again later, but she firmly objected,
saying that her nipples were still sore. Actually, after she said that, even I lost interest.
I felt like such a failure. Who should I blame? Myself? My failure to communicate with him properly? My failure to plan things properly?
All sorts of self-blame welled up inside me. Even a few days later, I still asked my wife about her situation and feelings. As always , she
said she didn't want to do it anymore. Her nipples were still sore, and she had even temporarily lost interest in having sex with me. I could only sigh.
The following day, I went on QQ and greeted him. I told him about my wife's feelings, how she
was hurt by being touched, and how she was traumatized. I also mentioned that I suspected he didn't have a wife. He didn't say
much , and it seemed like I was just chatting with someone for no reason. But when he answered the question about not having a wife, he didn't
say anything more. He sent me a picture of himself and his child, saying it was his daughter. I didn't say anything more, just that
I believed him. We chatted for a few more minutes, then I said goodbye and went offline. Up to this point, we haven't
contacted each other again. But I didn't plan to write this today. For a while, I stopped talking to my wife about
these things because she was already fed up and warned me not to even think about doing them anymore. She said, "Otherwise
, I'll be disgusted even when we're doing these things!" This scared me so much that I didn't mention them for a while. Later, I wasn't giving up, so I
slowly and cautiously brought them up again. My wife would say
, "Ugh, here we go again..." Of course, I only mentioned them when my wife was happy, and besides, she wasn't in pain anymore. Eventually, I became bolder. The final turning point came when my wife and I...
I forget what the bet was about, but my wife said if she lost, she'd do whatever I said. I asked if she'd listen to everything,
and she said yes, anything. I said, "Then I'll think about..." My wife sensed
something was wrong and scolded me... but later, she didn't get too angry. When I brought it up again, she agreed. Of course, the process of her disagreeing and then agreeing isn't something I can explain in a few words
. Anyway, I was able to write this article today only after my wife was persuaded and agreed
. Thank
you again, my wife.

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