My wife's 3P experience (repost)

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I'm thirty, and my wife is twenty-eight. Although we love each other very much, our sex life feels like a chore to me, and my wife naturally senses this, though she doesn't say it. I'm wondering how to change this situation. I can't let my wife feel wronged. I know my wife doesn't want me to have contact with other women, and if I bring up swapping, she'll think I want to have relations with other women. As a second-best option, I'll find someone satisfactory for my wife to have a threesome with. I've heard that threesomes can enhance the relationship between couples (Niuba.com - Sex Stories).
I posted a message online seeking a single man, and as my QQ kept buzzing, many suitors contacted me. My wife likes handsome, clean-cut guys, especially students; she's somewhat inclined towards younger men. So, from among the many suitors, I chose a third-year university student named Xiao D. Xiao D is from a key university in a prefecture-level city in another province, about 100 kilometers away from our city. I talked to him twice and felt he was cheerful, straightforward, and sincere—a person who fit our requirements quite well. So one day, while we were video chatting online, I asked him to sing a song by Wang Leehom, which my wife likes. I then called my wife over to listen, and she was immediately captivated. She started chatting with him non-stop, laughing happily when they got to the part. After a while, Xiao D asked my wife how she felt about him, saying he really liked her and was very satisfied with our marriage. I smiled; I knew that although this guy seemed refined and sophisticated, he couldn't hide his true nature.
One time, during sex, I suddenly asked my wife what she thought of Xiao D. She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Hmm, not bad, pretty good." I continued, "Don't you want him inside you, like I do?" Her face flushed, and she didn't say anything. I felt that she might be imagining me as Xiao D during sex. I asked her this a few more times, and at first, she would always blush and say, "Aren't you jealous?" I would hug her and say, "If you're happy, I'm happy too." She would just smile and not say anything. Gradually, I overheard my wife and Xiao D talking in increasingly flirtatious conversations. Women all crave compliments on their beauty, and if a man they like keeps praising their looks, they're easily won over.
One day, Xiao D suggested, "Hey bro, why don't you come over this Saturday? Let's meet." I'd thought about it for a long time and finally made up my mind. I told my wife, "Let's go to that city this weekend." My wife seemed to understand: "Really? We're going?" I nodded: "It's okay, let's meet. I believe you want what's best for you, really." I held my wife's hand. On the way there, I drove, my mind racing. I stole glances at my wife; her face was flushed, perhaps indicating her inner turmoil. We chatted idly, the car CD player playing Wang Leehom's songs.
We arrived in Xiao D's city, booked a room, and I called Xiao D to arrange a meeting at a nearby coffee shop. My wife then took off her coat, revealing a white off-shoulder tank top, exposing her white skin and deep cleavage. Her firm breasts trembled slightly with her movements, igniting my desire. I reached out to put my arm around her waist, but she gently pushed me away: "I'm not showing you today." She chuckled, and I was filled with jealousy.
We arrived at our agreed-upon spot, and in the distance, I saw a young man standing up in a pink short-sleeved shirt. He was about 1.8 meters tall, handsome and sunny, wearing light blue Korean-style cropped jeans, looking very fashionable and youthful—my wife's favorite style. It seemed this young man had a good grasp of my wife's taste. We chatted briefly, and my wife and he lost the relaxed and unrestrained manner they displayed online. I mainly talked to him, while he chatted about his studies, graduation plans, and some current trends. During our conversation, I noticed that young man D's eyes kept darting around my wife's body, somewhat distracted. My wife's face was flushed; perhaps this young man reminded her of her own youth. We had lunch. Little D was very friendly and polite, displaying a very gentlemanly demeanor, proactively offering my wife various favors, which she found very endearing. However, I sensed my wife seemed quite nervous. I gently asked her, "What's wrong?" My wife lightly tugged at my sleeve, so I followed her to the bathroom door. I asked, "What's wrong?" My wife whispered, "Honey, I don't want to do that today." I asked, "Don't you like him?" My wife looked at me and said, "No, I'm just too nervous." I said, "If you like him, that's good. This kind of opportunity is rare." My wife thought for a moment and said, "Just tell him, 'Not today, maybe next time.'" I could tell, and I know I'm a passive person and easily nervous. From her deliberate dressing and her demeanor just now, it was clear my wife really liked this young man, but perhaps facing this situation suddenly made her want to back out.
I made up my mind and said to my wife, "Okay, wait a moment, I'll talk to him and then you can come over." I walked ahead of the young man. Little D looked at us, a little nervous: "What's wrong, brother? Does your wife not like me?" I said: "No, Little D, my wife is a little nervous. How about this, do as I say, okay? Only in this way can everyone experience the excitement today." Little D nodded after listening, "Okay, brother, whatever you say." I nodded to my wife, and she smiled and came over. Little D said a few words of apology, saying that he had to leave now and hoped to see me again sometime. My wife watched him leave with a deep and slightly melancholy look in her eyes. I knew in my heart: Wife, I know you best.
We returned to the hotel, and my wife hugged me: "Honey, I want it." I carried my wife to the bed, gently unbuttoned her clothes, and a pair of white, jade-like, high breasts faced me. I lowered my head and ate those two fresh cherries. My wife let out a soft "Oh," and her body twisted slightly. I said: "You, you were so nervous just now that you sweated, you even smell of sweat." My wife slapped my forehead: "You, you have such a good nose, I'll go wash up." My wife removed her clothes and, like a naked goddess, quietly entered the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the air. Immediately afterward, I quickly went to the bedroom door and called Xiao D. In less than five minutes, Xiao D arrived in our room.
I pointed to the half-open bathroom door and said to Xiao D, "Look, my wife is over there. Hurry up and take off your clothes and come in." Xiao D obeyed, removing all his clothes one by one, revealing his strong muscles and masculine features. He quietly walked to the door, peered inside, and his genitals hardened as he looked.
I gently nudged him from behind; he became nervous and backed away. I whispered in his ear, "Go in quickly. My wife is yours now. If you want to give up, then leave now and don't play this sex game anymore." He looked at me, his flushed face showing a resolute gaze. He gritted his teeth, pushed open the door, and went inside.
I turned around, lay down on the bed, and turned on the TV. At the same time, I heard my wife scream from the bathroom: "What are you doing? What are you going to do?" Little D said gruffly, "Sister-in-law, don't scream, I like you." My wife screamed, "Let me go, let me go!" Then I heard a pulling sound and Little D's panting. Gradually, the sounds subsided. I was both excited and curious, and my penis immediately became erect. I gently pushed open the door and saw my wife pinned against the wall by Little D, the two of them passionately kissing. Little D's hands were forcefully squeezing my wife's breasts, while my wife's hands were constantly rubbing Little D's large penis, making his bright red glans shiny and hard, as if it was about to slide between my wife's legs.
I quickly stripped off my clothes and went in. My wife gave me a resentful look and let out another moan. I couldn't help but kiss her. She bent down and gave me and Little D oral sex. Little D kept moaning that it felt good. Little D said, "Brother, you go first, demonstrate for me."
This was my first time having sex in front of a third person. My virility seemed to be unleashed; I'd never experienced such stimulation entering my wife's body before. My wife moaned incessantly while giving oral sex to Little D until I ejaculated inside her. Then it was Little D's turn. He was wearing a condom. As soon as he penetrated my wife, her body writhed, and she made different moans. Little D thrust in and out continuously, changing positions. My wife reached orgasm again and again. Little D did it four times in total, and I did it three times. By the time it was all over, it was evening.
After Little D said goodbye, my wife sat silently in the car. I stroked her hair, and she glanced at me before leaning into my arms. I asked, "Do you miss him? Maybe we can go see him again sometime." My wife gently shook her head: "There's beauty in regret, honey, do you believe that? I only have happiness with you. He's just a dream; when the dream ends, we have to return to reality."

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