It's really hard to find a suitable candidate.

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It's so rare to find a single man with good character. Some of them immediately start by bragging about how great they are or how they like sleeping with other men's wives. I'm not trying to be cuckolded, nor am I asking you to sleep with me. What does your size matter to me? Besides, my wife doesn't like big guys, what's the point of having a bigger penis than yours? I really don't understand these idiots' thinking.

My first thought was someone I know well. First, it's safe; my wife doesn't like using condoms, and I know their character well, so there's a guarantee. Second, it's exciting. So later, I talked to my wife about a few men I felt were reliable. My wife was always excited, refusing while being promiscuous. Once, I came home after drinking with a friend and was doing something when he called to talk about work (by the way, don't have your friends as colleagues, it'll cause a lot of trouble). My wife was worried about me being so promiscuous, but I was a little timid. She was making a lot of noises, and I was afraid my friend would hear. Actually, I prefer another guy, who is very honest and straightforward, the kind of honest who doesn't have a girlfriend and never drinks. Given his character, he would never tell anyone after we had sex. My wife just doesn't like him. I even thought about hiding my friend in the closet, blindfolding my wife, and letting him come out and have sex with her. But that's just a thought; if she doesn't want to, I definitely won't force her.

Let's call the single woman L. She's seven or eight years younger than me. Actually, she's a colleague. Because of work, we don't work together for too long. I used to really like to joke around—I wouldn't hear any profanity, but it would make you have all sorts of fantasies. I once said that my classmate's wife had erotic dreams at night, but I didn't have any romantic feelings back then. Otherwise, something really wonderful might have happened, since our two families got along really well during that time. Later, my relationship with my wife improved, and I didn't want to flirt with other people outside anymore. It's better to stay home and pamper my wife. So I never thought about having anything happen with L. Actually, nothing has happened since we got married. I gave up after not finding a lover in the six months before the wedding. I felt it was all fate, and I was tired. Starting a relationship, from meeting to becoming friends, takes too much energy and is too exhausting. However, L was the one who actively flirted with me. Whenever she needed something, she would make physical contact with me, either touching my elbow or brushing against me. I always pretended to be nonchalant because I wasn't sure what was going on, and also because I was constantly thinking about finding a single man for my wife. The turning point was when L was out running errands one day and got hit by a car. She wasn't seriously injured, but the driver's words were infuriating. She came back crying and telling me about it. I listened and gave her some advice, which helped her vent her anger. That night, she added me on WeChat in a group chat and wanted to treat me to dinner to thank me. It was a small matter, and we started chatting, politely declining each other's offers. We talked about work and family, and she talked about all sorts of bad things her husband did. I told her how to handle household chores. We chatted quite late, and I asked her why she was still chatting so late and why her husband wasn't saying anything. She said they slept in separate rooms and didn't look at each other's phones. Wasn't that a clear hint that we could talk about something else? So, we started talking about sex for a bit.

After a while, she would start by talking about interpersonal relationships and such, and I would analyze and advise her, and then we would talk about sex.

I discovered she was constantly dissatisfied and somewhat insecure, and her husband was always drunk. They only had sex once or twice a month, and he didn't care; he just went to sleep afterward. According to her, it was all her husband's fault, just like I used to be—incompetent, selfish, and arrogant. It made me reflect on myself again. One weekend, I was lying in bed chatting with her at noon and asked if we could video chat. She said yes. When we started video chatting, I saw she was also lying in bed wearing pajamas. After a few sentences, I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. The pajamas were made of satin, and you could see the outline of her nipples. So I said, "Move your phone down a bit." She obediently looked closely and realized she really wasn't wearing one. "You're not wearing a bra?" I asked. "I usually don't wear one at home because it's uncomfortable," she replied casually. "Aren't you afraid someone will see?" I replied. "Nobody's here, who would see?" "I saw it, didn't I? What can they do if they see through the phone?" I didn't say anything, just reached down and started masturbating. Seeing that I wasn't saying anything and the screen was shaking, she asked what I was doing. I replied, "You have a wife, why are you doing it yourself?" "Isn't it because your nipples are perky that I'm getting all excited? Lift up your pajamas and let me see."

She was quite generous and immediately lifted them up, even touching them a couple of times. Her nipples were red and quite large, and her breasts were firm, though her skin wasn't very fair. "Rub your nipples," I said. She rubbed her nipples and stuck out her tongue, pretending to lick them, and her expression became excited. I was really excited watching her. I thought about it too, and as soon as I heard that, I switched the camera, pulled back the covers, and pointed it at my crotch, saying, "Let's do it together." She closed her eyes and made "mmm" sounds, looking like she was enjoying it. "Let me see your crotch too," I said, pointing the phone at her crotch, but her hand was shaking and it was too tight to see clearly. So I asked her to push the covers to the side of the bed and put the phone on top of the covers to secure it, which she did. "Just take off your pajamas," she said, looking at me suggestively. "Why are you asking so much?" But she still took off her pajamas, spread her legs, and leaned against the pillow, one hand touching her breast and the other her genitals, smoothing them out. I could then see clearly that she had a lot of pubic hair, almost invisible, and it was very wet, with clumps of hair on it, and the color was reddish—but the phone camera distorted the image, so I don't know the real color.

I started making her caress herself in various ways, as described in novels. She obediently watched me masturbate while doing as I asked, her hands wet, the sounds increasing. Seeing that it was about time, I sped up and said, "I want to cum." Hearing this, she cried out loudly, arching her back, closing her eyes, tilting her head back, and quickly pointing to her genitals. I let out a comfortable "Ah!" and ejaculated. She heard me, opened her eyes, glanced at me, and then stopped moving. Afterwards, she asked if I was satisfied. I was very satisfied. But I also felt guilty, feeling sorry for my wife, because I hadn't told her from the beginning that I thought she wouldn't say anything even if I did it with her. I was actually quite surprised that she was so cooperative. Maybe it was because we usually chatted quite openly, or maybe she just rarely got what she wanted. At the time, I thought I'd try to "train" her a bit, maybe I could even get her into a threesome with my wife.

So I started instilling a lot of ideas and views about sex in L, from outdoor activities to threesomes. She listened with great interest, neither expressing her opinion nor objecting. I also found some videos for her, and I was surprised that she liked foreign threesomes and didn't like or reject same-sex relationships either. It seems that all women are the same; they all like men to revolve around them. At the same time, I also instilled same-sex ideas in my wife. My wife was very resistant to it and felt disgusted. Well, if it were me with a man, I would throw up. But I continued to instill these ideas in her as always, because I don't mind two women playing together; I even find it exciting.

Maybe women really do have a sixth sense. Before marriage, I had a very good QQ friend from the same place, and we had video chatted but never met. We had a kind of telepathic connection; our thoughts and actions were basically the same, and we were the same age. My wife knew that back then, she was indifferent to other women but extremely jealous of her. Once, in an internet cafe, she saw me chatting with her and punched me in public. Of course, she didn't hit my face. I'm 1.9 meters tall and weigh nearly 200 pounds, while she's 1.55 meters tall and weighed less than 100 pounds at the time, with a 2-foot waist, so it didn't hurt me. I just laughed, which pushed her too far, and she grabbed my clothes and pulled me up by the waist. Before marriage, I met her, but nothing happened—just a few touches and kisses. Her answer was that we were too similar, we knew each other's thoughts and feelings, and being together was too scary; there was no privacy, no sense of security. After marriage, I thought she was right, but now I think she was completely wrong. Because there's no real love, that's why she thought that way. It's such a beautiful thing when two people share the same values and ideas. When I came back, my wife suddenly asked if I had gone to see her. I thought I had hidden it very well. So many years later, I asked my wife how she knew, and she just said it was a feeling. This time, I think my wife sensed it too. She never used to look at my phone, but after this incident, she's been checking it all the time. When I asked her why she's been looking at my phone so often lately, she asked if I was seeing someone else. I just laughed it off. The most dangerous time was around noon. I had just finished video chatting with L (who was naked) and went to the living room for a drink. While we were chatting, my wife opened the door and came in. She usually doesn't get off work until the afternoon. I was incredibly embarrassed and immediately turned off my phone, but L was still on the screen asking what was wrong. I covered the speaker and made an excuse to go to the bathroom to turn it off. Because of this, L and I haven't actually had physical relations yet, but I'm still training her; it's just a matter of time, I'm not in a hurry.

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