The road to adultery is long and arduous.

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Let me first describe the situation of the three of us. I was 80% mentally prepared, but there was still a risk that the remaining 20% of hesitation could turn the tide. C was probably 95% prepared, as he was the most excited person throughout the process. My wife, on the other hand, was only about 30% prepared. The biggest risk was that everything was planned by C and me without her knowledge. In this situation, there was only one way to succeed: to accomplish it while my wife was unconscious. The method was simple: drinking. My wife isn't a heavy drinker but doesn't dislike alcohol; she never refuses drinks at gatherings with friends. She gets a little tipsy after just one bottle of beer, and if she drinks beer and alcohol at the same time, she'll be unconscious in about half an hour.

C originally wanted to come to my house, but I felt I might not be able to relax there, so I preferred a hotel. The opportunity arose coincidentally: in January, C's company organized a staff dinner and hot springs, with overnight accommodation at a large hot spring hotel near Beijing. Many of C's colleagues weren't going, so he got two spots from others and booked a room for us. I only told my wife about the hot springs, and since it was the weekend, she readily agreed. I was indescribably excited, and I think C felt a similar way. C and I agreed on a few principles: first, no messing around, he had to listen to me; second, strict confidentiality, no photos allowed; and third, he wasn't allowed to penetrate my wife this time. My reasoning was this: first, I couldn't guarantee I could handle that level, so I wanted to set a limit; second, I didn't want to do everything at once, keeping some things to myself would create a longer-lasting anticipation. C agreed to everything, and I asked him to prepare two bottles of red wine.

On Friday after work, C picked us up in his car. We checked into the hotel; C was staying next door. Then we went straight to the hot spring area, had a buffet at the restaurant, and then went downstairs to change into our swimsuits. The three of us chose a small pool and went in, chatting together. C's tone and expression were noticeably different from usual; his eyes were tense and dreamy as he looked at my wife, and I knew he was filled with anticipation. After soaking for about an hour, I suggested we go swimming. In the pool, C's eyes kept darting around my wife, and as I expected, he was also hard the whole time; I could even see the outline of his penis through his swim trunks. My feelings were hard to describe, especially when C was staring at my wife from behind with eyes that seemed to be spitting fire. I felt a mix of excitement and guilt—a complex feeling. I went to the side and used my room card to buy a beer, not to quench my thirst, but to try and blur my senses. After drinking the beer and soaking in the hot spring again, the urge finally kicked in. Excitement and stimulation chased away my hesitation, and I made up my mind.

We finished soaking around 11 pm. My wife was a little tired after swimming for an hour, so on the way back to the hotel, I deliberately asked C if he had anything to eat. C said he had beer and snacks, and suggested we go back to our room for a late-night snack. My wife happily agreed. When we got to our room, C had brought out six cans of beer, two bottles of red wine, and some snacks. It was a rare opportunity to relax, and my wife really enjoyed it. She quickly finished her beer, so we encouraged her to drink red wine, and she downed another bottle and a half. By this time, she was completely drunk. I pretended to tell C to go back to the room to rest, and then helped my wife to bed. To be honest, if I hadn't also been drinking, I probably would have changed my mind at that point, but under the influence of alcohol, I had abandoned all reason. I just wanted to see my wife being played with by another man. I took off my wife's outer clothes, leaving her only in her underwear, and tested her reaction. I was sure that even an earthquake wouldn't wake her up. I called C, and a few seconds later I heard a knock on the door. I thought to myself, "You're in a hurry, kid. Today, I'll let you have your fun with your sister." I hung up the "Do Not Disturb" sign, turned off the main light, and only turned on the wall lamp. We faced my wife, who was only wearing underwear. I felt trembling and thirsty. We had looked at my wife's nude photos together and even discussed what she looked like, but now, facing my wife's partially exposed body, we were a little at a loss. I told him to take off his coat first, it's okay, just be gentle. C took it off and walked to the bedside. I didn't comply, I just sat on the chair at the foot of the bed. Now, all I wanted was to witness this long-awaited scene.

C was clearly nervous, so much so that he didn't know what to do first. When he placed his hand on my wife's smooth thigh, he let out a soft sigh. His hand slowly and gently stroked my wife's leg, gradually moving upwards to my wife's genitals, gently scratching her through the skin. I can't describe how I felt. I felt my mind froze the moment his hand touched my wife's thigh. The effects of the alcohol were obvious; it made my head hot, and the desire for excitement overcame everything. I told C it was okay, my wife was drunk like this and wouldn't wake up until at least the middle of the night. Don't treat her like a sister, just treat her like a prostitute you brought home, do whatever you want. C's movements gradually became heavier and faster, his hands were already roaming all over my wife's body. He used his hands to spread his wife's legs and began licking the base of her thighs, continuing to lick her through the silk fabric; I could even hear the sounds clearly. He was still quite restrained, not going all out at once, knowing he had to satisfy his desires little by little. After licking for a while, he moved to the front of his wife and asked if he could take off her clothes. I said yes, I had specifically asked her to wear the kind that opens from the front. He unbuttoned her clothes, pulled the two sides up to the sides, bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, while his other hand grasped her other breast. This moment was my first climax of the night. As he sucked on my wife's nipple, I felt my blood rush to its peak; finally, another man was sharing my wife's private parts! Under his stimulation, my wife's nipples gradually hardened, and several small bumps appeared around them. My wife unconsciously let out a few low moans, startling C. I told him that my wife definitely wouldn't wake up, and he was relieved. His tongue traced a path from his wife's breasts down to between her legs. This time, he hooked one side and pulled the narrow strip of fabric aside, finally exposing his wife's vulva clearly.

He extended his tongue and licked it deeply from below, his tongue parting and tracing her vulva repeatedly. One hand was still holding her vulva open, not quite satisfied, so I told him to take it off. He pulled her legs down, and I moved the bedside lamp to the bedside and turned it on, the light shining directly between his wife's legs. He bent her legs apart, pressing his entire face against her genitals, licking for a while, then straightening his tongue and repeatedly inserting it into her vulva.

I watched, feeling my saliva completely dry and my ears ringing. In a moment of impulsiveness, I said to him, "Let me help you." I went to my wife's side, lifted her upper body, sat on the bed behind her, and reached my hands from her sides to spread her legs. Later, I couldn't understand whether I would have done such a thing without the influence of alcohol—holding my wife and offering her vagina to another man to play with. C glanced at me gratefully, freeing his hands and continuing to lick my wife's vagina, then reaching up to grab and knead her breasts. The scene was indescribable; only someone driven to the extreme would do something like that. I clearly watched another man's tongue lick from my wife's vagina all the way down, and my mind felt like it was going to explode.

This lasted about 20 minutes. C said he couldn't take it anymore and wanted to ejaculate on my wife. I agreed. C stood opposite my wife and started masturbating rapidly, ejaculating in less than a minute, several streams landing on my wife's vagina. This guy must have been holding back for days for this moment, otherwise he wouldn't have ejaculated so much. It flowed down my wife's vagina, and I told him to get some tissues to put under her to avoid staining the sheets.

The rest was simple. Worried that my wife would wake up, I didn't let him do it a second time. C was satisfied, put on his clothes, and went back to his room. I examined my wife's body more closely. I used to always want to see what it looked like after she was climaxed, but I'd lose interest after each ejaculation. This time, I clearly saw her genitals covered in white discharge. I felt satisfied, a deep sense of satisfaction. That night, I didn't have sex with her again; I cleaned her up and we went to sleep. The next day, my wife slept until after 10 a.m. Aside from a headache, she felt fine. I called C and then my wife and I went home first. I told her to let him get a good night's sleep, but actually, I was a little unsure how to deal with both of them at the same time.

The above experience happened less than a month ago, and it's still vivid in my mind. I don't know what to do next, but it's unlikely that something like this will happen again. Maybe I'll gradually get rid of this feeling, or maybe I'll sink deeper. But I think I should listen to everyone's advice; family comes first. I will love my wife even more, and any means should be in a way that doesn't damage our relationship. Let reason guide emotion, or rather, let nature take its course.

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