Feasibility analysis of various sexual behaviors

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Real-world topic:
As a fairly seasoned philanderer, my personal experience over the years has been quite rich. I've had lovers, indulged
in one-night stands, participated in threesomes, and even tried wife-swapping, so I think I have some authority to speak on sex.
Many people rave about cuckoldry and wife-swapping, and many erotic articles use these topics as
a selling point. When I was younger, I was also deeply affected by this, once believing that most women in the world were inherently promiscuous, and that
as long as your penis was big and thick enough, and your skills were good enough, there was no woman you couldn't get.
However, now that I'm middle-aged, looking back, I realize that the women men imagine and the real
women in the world are vastly different.

Part 1:

Let's talk about lovers first.
I'm physically attractive, have decent eloquence, and a fairly large penis. I'm also quite stamina-wise in bed
(my record with
my wife was from 11 PM to 1 AM, with her having six orgasms and me ejaculating twice.
Of course, I was so exhausted the next day I couldn't even get out of bed). Financially, I own two houses and a car in a provincial capital (
two houses, one shop, and a car worth around 200,000 yuan). While I wouldn't 　　call myself a
"tall, rich, and handsome" guy, I'm definitely better off than many average men. However, my experience
with has been a complete failure. When I was younger, I had my eye on several women, thinking my looks would make it easy , but I failed every time. 　　Two women I liked seemed to like me, and we could banter, but when I tried to pursue a deeper relationship, they both politely declined, saying things like, "I like you, but it's better to remain friends." 　　One of them, Wen, is in her thirties, a sophisticated and mature woman 　　I've always had feelings for her and tried to seduce her a few times, but she always refused. Later, I found out she had a lover . Once, I saw him and was so angry I cursed him out. 　　Her lover was plain-looking, overweight, drove a car similar to mine, and probably wasn't very wealthy . Wen actually chose someone like that as a lover; she must be blind. 　　A man's life isn't about being inferior, it's about being compared. 　　If Wen had chosen a man better than me in every way, I would accept it, but since she chose someone inferior , I felt a deep resentment. 　　Once, at a friend's gathering, Wen drank quite a bit. After dinner, I offered to be her protector and take her home. 　　On the way, I tried to seduce her again, but she politely refused again. At that moment , the anger I'd been holding in exploded. I was also drunk, and I yelled at Wen: "You'd rather sleep with that short, fat guy than with me! You're such a slut!" 　　Wen was shocked and asked repeatedly, "How did you know? Who told you?" 　　I sneered and remained silent. 　　After a long silence, Wen said coldly, "Let's go somewhere else, let's go to a hotel." 　　That was the first and last time I made love with Wen. 　　After entering the room, fueled by alcohol, I quickly stripped Wen naked and mounted her. 　　Wen was a woman I had liked for a long time, and this time, having finally gotten her, I was in top form that night. 　　At first, Wen resisted a little, but I was very hard-working. I teased her for a long time, and Wen finally got aroused, eventually embracing me and begging for more. 　　That night, I tormented Wen on the hotel bed until she was completely exhausted. In the end, she knelt on the bed begging for mercy, and I only let her give me oral sex to end it all. 　　Before leaving, I pulled Wen aside again, wanting to confirm our relationship. 　　Wen's attitude remained tactful yet firm; she only begged me not to tell her husband or cause trouble for her lover. 　　At that moment, I was utterly desperate. We'd come this far, so why did Wen still look down on me? 　　Perhaps because I'd just finished sleeping with Wen, I was relatively calm. I simply asked her, "Tell me honestly, what is it about that short, stocky guy of yours that I don't, and I'll let go and never bother you again. 　　" Wen was silent for a long time, then said, "Let's find a place tomorrow and have a proper talk." 　　The next day, Wen chose a quiet coffee shop to meet me. This conversation with Wen greatly surprised me with her understanding of women's true psychology. 　　Wen told me honestly that I was better than her lover in every way, including in bed, but Wen still liked her lover and not me. 　　First, Wen's lover is far more refined than I am. This refinement is evident in many details; Wen feels comfortable and relaxed with . They can talk about many things, and in bed, Wen's lover is willing to genuinely do things that make Wen happy, such as oral sex and foreplay. 　　Second, Wen's lover is very considerate, showing her genuine care and concern—something Wen's husband doesn't do . 　　Finally, Wen told me that I am actually a very capable person, but my personality is frivolous and impulsive, and I often act arrogantly and lack refinement, which makes her feel threatened. 　　This conversation with Wen deeply affected me, and I began to realize that what many mature women truly need is far more complex than we men imagine. 　　(After that conversation with Wen in the coffee shop, I tentatively asked her if she would still want to sleep with me. Wen still refused, even though she admitted that my sexual ability was stronger than her husband's and lover's.) 　　After that, Wen and I remained ordinary friends. Two years ago, Wen's lover moved to another city, and Wen didn't seem to find another lover. I have to admit that there were feelings between Wen and her lover (although in my opinion, Wen's lover wasn't particularly outstanding). 　　Strictly speaking, Wen wasn't a beauty, and her figure was only slender (big hips but small breasts), but she had a very gentle and quiet temperament, which was very attractive to me. 　　For many men, it would be hard to accept that a high-quality woman like Wen had a very ordinary man as her lover, but that's reality. 　　As for the other women who rejected me as a lover, I didn't talk to them in depth, so I don't know why they rejected me . Perhaps, as Wen said, it's because I lack manners! 　　My first real lover was a wealthy and beautiful woman.

I'm a mid-level manager in the company. My department has good benefits and relatively little work, so some of
the boss 's cronies' children like to be placed in it.
Frankly, as a mid-level manager responsible for getting things done, my biggest fear is having cronies among my subordinates. It's awkward
to assign tasks (because they lack ability), and it's awkward not to assign them tasks (because other colleagues will complain). I also have to
appease them, constantly worried they'll report me behind my back.

I have one such cronie among my subordinates.
This girl, Ya, is the only daughter of the deputy director of the district finance bureau. She's tall, long-legged, busty, fair-skinned, and
has delicate features (I later learned she'd had her nose done). She's also very arrogant, and of course, she has the right to be.

Her family is wealthy, she's beautiful, and her boyfriend is a handsome, rich, and successful man (over 1.8 meters tall,
looks like a movie star, his family owns a factory, and he often picks her up in a Land Rover).
Girls like Ya are basically beyond my reach as a middle-class man, so I initially
had no interest in her.
Ya is fairly competent at work (of course, I didn't assign her much work), but she has a bit of a temper.
Sometimes when she's in a bad mood, I have to coax her to get things done.
My department's subordinates are basically divided into two extremes: the very old (senior, long-serving, just
coasting through ) and the very young (mainly those born in the 80s and 90s). As the supervisor, I basically have to coax the younger ones to do things and
ensure the older ones are obedient.

In this environment, Ya's presence is like a wolf in a flock of sheep; everyone's attitude towards her is
cold and resistant. Ya is labeled as: a nepotism hire, a rich and beautiful woman. These kinds of people are like celestial fairies; you
can only look on, you don't even have the power to take advantage of them. So, within the department, the only person Ya has any real influence with
is me.
Perhaps because of the blow I suffered from Wen, and because I've matured a lot after getting married, I'm now
very careful about considering the feelings of women when I interact with them.

Beneath Ya's rich and beautiful exterior, her true personality is actually quite cute, a little pretentious, but easy
to coax .
Ya and I got along well. Ya herself said I was like an older brother to her, taking good care of her and not like
many men who are lecherous. In Ya's mind, I was actually a gentleman.
Ya's boyfriend and she had been dating for almost five years, and when they were discussing marriage, he got into trouble.
What happened to Ya's boyfriend was really speechless. He was caught driving under the influence by the police, but
that wasn't the worst part. The real problem was that there was a girl dressed very provocatively in his car at the time, and,
incredibly, this girl was a friend of Ya's.
At the time, Ya's boyfriend was detained at the police station for drunk driving, but a friend of his got him out. However, this friend
had a loose tongue and exposed that Ya's boyfriend had been cheating on her, making it
the laughing stock .

Sometimes I think this society is really twisted. Ya's boyfriend cheated on her before marriage, and as a result, Ya became
the object of ridicule in many people's circle, especially women, who thought she was too arrogant and deserved this punishment. (
My analysis of Ya's situation is that people who seem too perfect often have a dark side. When such a person
falls on hard times, everyone is happy to kick them while they're down, and few are genuinely willing to help.)

Ya's boyfriend's infidelity was a huge blow to her. For a while
, she was depressed. Out of sympathy for her, I tried my best to comfort her.

During Ya's most painful time, I once called her for over three hours to comfort her. After
that, I noticed Ya became very dependent on me, confiding in me about everything.

Later, I don't know who initiated it, but I slept with Ya.
Ya was sexually inexperienced, having previously had a boyfriend. When we were together, Ya
was still a "deputy virgin."
I was quite skilled sexually at the time (being a married man), and after we got together, I "trained" Ya
a lot. Perhaps out of gratitude, or perhaps subconsciously wanting revenge on her boyfriend,
Ya was very obedient to me during our time together.

Back then, Ya and I would often sneak out in the afternoon under the pretext of checking into the market, one after the other, and
book a hotel room near the company.
I deeply felt the youth and vitality of a young girl in Ya. Ya had good stamina and was very
durable in bed. During that time, we tried all sorts of positions and techniques with her.
Ya eventually married her boyfriend. Ya told me that her boyfriend, in order to get back together with her, knelt down in front of her
parents and begged for forgiveness, and even put Ya's name on the deed to the marital home before the wedding (it was
a detached villa in an upscale neighborhood). Since it was her first love, Ya ultimately forgave him.

Two days before Ya's wedding, Ya took the initiative to ask me to book a hotel room. It was during that time that Ya
gave me her first anal sex. After the anal sex, Ya was trembling with pain. I hugged Ya and said with heartache that she was really foolish.
Ya then cried in my arms, saying that if it weren't for my marriage, she would never have gotten back together with her boyfriend.
It was then that I realized Ya had actually fallen in love with me long ago.

After Ya got married, my affair with her gradually decreased. There were many reasons, but
the main one .

Now, Ya and I occasionally go to hotels, but very infrequently, about once a month or so. Every
time we meet, I put in a lot of effort, kissing Ya's sensitive spots, caressing her whole body, giving her oral sex, and even anal licking. Ya does her best
to satisfy me in every way. Although we don't have sex very often now, the quality of each time is very high.
Sometimes I feel like what we're doing isn't sex, it's love.

To sum it up: because of Ya, I've started to understand why Wen would choose a man who is inferior to me in every way as her
lover.
Wen needs more than just sex; she needs love, and her lover can give her both. Back then, I was young and
all I could think about was how to have sex with women. How could a man who looked like a scoundrel attract the attention of a high-quality
woman ?
I once asked Ya who was better in bed, me or her boyfriend. Ya initially gave vague answers, saying they were about the same, but after
I pestered her, she finally told the truth: her husband was younger, much more capable in bed than me, and his penis was also larger
(mine was about 15 centimeters, while Ya's husband's was probably around 18 centimeters). But Ya said that when she had sex with me...
It was much more comfortable with me than with her husband. There were many things her husband would never do for her, such
as oral sex and anal licking; and there were certain things Ya wouldn't dare do with her husband, like blowjobs, deep throat,
and anal sex.

One of Ya's comments really struck me: "Making love with my husband always feels like there's a barrier; I have to keep to myself,
not too cold, not too wanton.
With me, she's completely open; she dares to try anything with me, and
tells me everything on her mind."
Compared to Ya's husband, I'm inferior to him in every way—not as tall (Ya's husband
is over 1.8 meters, I'm less than 1.75 meters), not as handsome, not as rich, and my skills in bed are a bit lacking (after all, her
husband is younger).

Because of my experiences with Wen and Ya, I've become wary of my own marriage:
Is there another man behind my wife who's inferior to me in every way, and he's so tired of having sex with her?

There's not much to say about me finding a second lover.
Our It never felt as intimate as with Ya; it was purely for sex.
Sister Li was a client of mine, around thirty-five years old. She was pretty, but very voluptuous (large breasts and
hips, but not thick waist), like Wen, a mature woman with a sophisticated air.
Sister Li's husband was frequently away on business trips (in engineering, you know), and her child was in
elementary school back home, leaving her feeling isolated.

My wife worked in finance and was stationed abroad for a year. Ya had just gotten married, so we saw each other less often. I was experiencing
physical discomfort.
Sister Li and I were in the same boat. After a few meals together, we developed feelings for each other.
During the six months we were together, we basically booked a hotel room every three days, had sex, and then went
our separate ways. A few times we spent the night together, and when I held her, it didn't feel like holding my wife or
Ya ; she just felt heavy. Sister Li also didn't seem comfortable spending the night with me.

There's not much to say about being with Sister Li. She wasn't nearly as open sexually as Ya; she
was satisfied with just normal sex. I begged her for a long time before she reluctantly gave me oral sex a few times, and even then, her oral skills were mediocre.

Later, I asked her, "Is it like this with your husband?"
She told me she was very open with him, willing to try many different things, but with
me, she felt guilty afterward, perhaps because there was no emotional connection.
Sometimes she lost desire while having sex with me.

I tried giving her oral sex, but she didn't react well, saying it was uncomfortable, yet she
said her husband gave her great oral sex.

We were lovers for less than six months, and our sex life was never fully compatible. The only consolation
was that she had large breasts and a big butt, which felt good to touch.
When her husband was about to return, she broke off the relationship.
Perhaps he had made enough money; he stopped working in construction after that. Sister Li later wanted to transfer her child to
the provincial capital and even asked me for help.

Looking at her happy expression, I thought: women are really different from men. Men
often only need sex; women often need not only sex but also love.

Sex without love won't last long with a woman.

Now let me talk about my wife.
My wife and I met through a blind date. I should say, my wife is outstanding in every way (among all the girls I
've met on blind dates , she has the best overall qualities).
My wife is about 1.74 meters tall, elegant and beautiful, with a C-cup, long thighs, and a rounded bottom
(my wife's favorite part of her body). She has fair skin and a good job in the
finance department of a state-owned enterprise.

Life after we got married was relatively uneventful. We got married because I had been pursuing my wife for over a year, and
both sets of parents were urging us to get married. At the time, I thought my wife was pretty good, so we just went through with it.

To be honest, my wife's natural features are quite good; she's an 8 out of 10 without makeup, and
a 9.5 with makeup.
Strangely, before and after our marriage, I didn't feel any particular passion for my wife. Perhaps it was because I had
easily won her over and didn't cherish her enough (I was still preoccupied with Wen and
intentionally neglected my wife).
Shortly after our marriage, my wife's company sent her abroad for a year (essentially a training assignment at a branch office),
after which she would be promoted to finance manager .
Surprisingly, I didn't feel any reluctance; instead, I was secretly pleased that I would have
some .

During this year, I had a string of romantic encounters, hooking up with Ya and Sister Li.
However, my understanding of women's true psychology during my relationships with Ya and Sister Li made me curious about my
wife : if a rich and beautiful woman like Ya and a virtuous wife like Sister Li could cheat on me,
would a beautiful woman like my wife also cheat on me?

Once a man has this thought, he becomes very sensitive and suspicious.
Once, when I was on the phone with my wife around 9 pm, her voice sounded suppressed
, as if something was weighing on it. She hung up after saying only a few words.

My wife's unusual behavior during that phone call puzzled me for a long time. Deep down, I didn't believe she would
cheat on me . In my eyes, aside from being a bit controlling, she was a very upright person, a typical
virtuous wife and loving mother (after we became a couple, I basically didn't do any housework, and she took excellent care of me;
she was also very proper in public, and her colleagues and friends all said she was a good woman).

But my reason told me, wasn't Ya a good girl? Two days before our wedding, she even
let me fuck her anus, and her whole body trembled as I fucked her, yet she still stuck out her snow-white ass for me to enjoy;
wasn't Sister Li a virtuous wife and loving mother? At least Ya had feelings for me, while Sister Li and I had no feelings for each other,
it was just for sex, yet she still lay under me and let me fuck her to death.

My wife herself is outstanding, with many suitors, and being stationed abroad for a long time, she also has sexual needs. Given the right
temptation, it's normal for her to cheat; it would be abnormal if she didn't.

After thinking it through, I suddenly realized that deep down, I could
accept (after all, I'm not exactly innocent myself, and I haven't been very attentive to her since we got married).

After that, when I talked to my wife on the phone, I started to intentionally show her concern, inquiring about her life and
work environment, and calmly offering advice on the difficulties she encountered at work.
Often, love between husband and wife is reciprocal. My wife was clearly touched by my concern,
and we talked on the phone non-stop every night, like young lovers at the beginning of their relationship.

It was at this time that my wife and I began to have in-depth discussions about marital issues.
I told my wife very frankly that if she couldn't hold back and wanted to have a one-night stand, I could
actually accept it; because when I couldn't hold back at home, I would occasionally go to a bathhouse to find someone to satisfy me.

My wife was initially very surprised and even angry about my honesty, but after calming down, she was able to accept it.
In her words, because of her work, I couldn't enjoy family life, and she couldn't
satisfy me sexually, which was indeed her fault.
(I had opposed my wife's decision to be stationed abroad for a year, but she went anyway for career reasons.) Then

I changed the subject and asked my wife, "How do you usually deal with it when you can't hold it in?"
My wife is a simple-minded person, and she
forced a smile and said, "I just endure it." Later, after I pressed her, she confessed that she had indeed done something to betray me in another city, but
the person wasn't a man, but a girl.

I still remember how I felt when I heard that. Oh my god, I was cheated on by a girl!
Under
my repeated questioning, and on the condition that I wouldn't bring up the past, my wife told me about two of her
romantic experiences: When my wife was in college, she had a boyfriend who was very outstanding—a graduate student,
a member of the school's basketball team, and very handsome. However, he was very career-oriented, and after dating my wife for almost a year, he received a guaranteed
admission to a foreign university and broke up with her for his career.
My wife was very depressed at that time, and she also experienced physical discomfort (she had just experienced the pleasures of a man, and he
had left ), feeling empty inside. At that time, many boys pursued my wife, but she always felt
that none of them could compare to her ex-boyfriend, so she never dated another man.

Back then, there was a girl in my wife's dorm who was exceptionally beautiful, a campus beauty queen,
a goddess in many people's eyes. My wife and this goddess were very close; after my wife's breakup, the goddess offered her a lot of comfort and
care , and the two became inseparable.
One summer vacation, the goddess invited my wife on a trip. During the trip, my wife and the goddess took
a . While bathing, my wife couldn't help but be captivated by the goddess's body. In my wife's words, the goddess's
body was perfect, truly like the body of a model in an art photograph—exceptionally white skin, incredibly
straight thighs, perfectly round breasts, and a soft, alluring body like a flower.

It was during this bath that the goddess took advantage of my wife. The goddess brought my wife to
orgasm several times with her mouth and hands. At that moment, my wife realized for the first time that while sex between women might not be
as wild as sex between men, it was much more delicate.
My wife and the goddess's relationship continued until after graduation. After graduation, my girlfriend wanted to go to Beijing to pursue her
dreams and wanted to take my wife with her. However, my wife, considering her parents, ultimately refused (there was another
reason I later learned:
my wife privately felt that while sex with women was also beautiful, she still preferred sex with men).

During the year my wife was stationed abroad, a young woman in the branch office's finance department worked with her, and the two
even shared a dormitory. This young woman was pretty and charming, but had never had a boyfriend.

After my wife became familiar with this girl, she became very clingy, even wanting to hug my
wife . My wife suspected this girl was a lesbian, thinking that being away from home was lonely, and having a cute girl
to alleviate that loneliness at night wouldn't be bad. Remembering the happy times she had with my girlfriend, my wife half-heartedly gave in to
the girl .

My wife was usually very careful when she talked to me on the phone. That time, when I was on the phone, the girl was on
top of my wife, sucking on my wife's breasts. Because it felt so good, my wife couldn't control her tone, which gave me
away.
After hearing about my wife's two past relationships, I felt a mix of emotions: bitterness (damn, my wife was slept with by two beautiful women,
and for quite some time!), relief (thankfully she wasn't cheated on by men, at least she wasn't being cuckolded),
and shock (what's wrong with this world? I always thought my virtuous and upright wife was cheating,
and such a sophisticated and high-class affair!).

Also, I should mention that I later met the two women who had slept with my wife. The first one was truly beautiful,
just as my wife described, as beautiful as a flower. The second one, the girl who seduced my wife, was
incredibly innocent-looking. When I first saw her, I couldn't believe such an innocent girl had slept with my wife.

After my wife returned, she still kept in touch with that girl by phone, but that was all.
Although my wife never said anything, I felt that there were still feelings between her and that girl (
there was no physical contact, but the contact never stopped; what else could it be but genuine affection?).

Because of this affair, for the first time, I felt I was starting to love my wife. (Is it human nature to be cheap,
starting to cherish things when someone tries to take them away?)

After my wife came back, Ya was already married, and Sister Li broke up with me. I began to treat my wife wholeheartedly
.
My marriage with my wife truly became harmonious. My
wife and I completely opened up to each other (this opening up was similar to the opening up between Ya and me), and gradually became quite compatible with each other in
bed .

My wife is now a dignified and elegant wife in public, but a typical harlot in bed.
I actually found the feeling of having a lover with my wife, where I could do whatever I wanted.
How harmonious was our sexual relationship? Even if we argued in the morning, when we went to bed at night, my wife
would still take off all her clothes and snuggle into my arms. Sex had become a unique way for us to communicate.

Before we got married, I tried one-night stands for a while.
One-night stands are different from finding a lover.
Finding a lover is more about feeling (especially for long-term relationships). Often, if a man and woman are attracted
to each other , differences in age, appearance, and material possessions aren't that important (especially
if the woman is financially well-off).

One-night stands, however, are purely about the thrill.
When I was younger, I lived in Hangzhou for a while (over a year). I was young,
good-looking , and earned a decent salary, so I frequented nightclubs.

I went to nightclubs mainly to find one-night stands.
At that time, I had a colleague who was skilled at picking up women, and he often took me along in our "collusion."
When we went to nightclubs, my colleague would usually take the initiative, bringing girls along (he was a local from Hangzhou,
so was good at talking to girls from all over the country). After bringing the girls, we would each use our skills, and whoever the girl liked would
be taken away.

After doing one-night stands for a while, I got tired of it, although my colleague still enjoyed it.
At first, one-night stands were exciting, but after doing them a lot, I realized that
most had some issues.
Women who engage in one-night stands can be roughly divided into five categories:
1. Leftover women (including divorced women). These women are either experiencing relationship or marital problems and can't find men through normal
channels , so they seek one-night stands purely to satisfy their physical needs. Some of these women are
quite attractive, but most have somewhat distorted personalities (forgive my use of this term), and some are simply the type who
wouldn't .
2. White-collar workers or non-mainstream types seeking thrills. These women mostly seek the so-called
thrill , or some even fantasize about finding a good man through one-night stands. These women usually try
one-night stands temporarily, and after a few times, finding it uninteresting, they return to their normal lives.
3. Prostitutes. They use one-night stands as a pretext, but are actually selling themselves. Only after you sleep with them do you realize they're not doing it for free
(many students work part-time in bars doing this).
4. Girls heartbroken in relationships or respectable women unhappy in their marriages. These are extremely rare; meeting
one is considered lucky, and successfully hooking up with one is even luckier. I once met a girl, the cute type. She
had a fight with her boyfriend that day, and he said he wanted to break up. In a fit of anger, she went to a nightclub to drown her sorrows. I hit it off with her, and
we had a one-night stand at my rented apartment that night. The next morning, I was still hoping for a long-term relationship with her, but
unexpectedly while I was having breakfast, her boyfriend called, begging to get back together. Without a word, she put on her pants and ran.
Damn it, hitting it off isn't just a man's prerogative.
5. Middle-aged women who are sexually frustrated, maritally exhausted, and can't find a man other than their husbands to sleep with.
Most of these women are over forty, not particularly attractive, and don't have the money for male escorts, so they try
one-night stands to see if they can find free male escorts. My colleague unfortunately fell for it, being
hooked up by a heavily made-up middle-aged woman. According to my colleague, that woman almost drained him dry that night, to the point that he trembles and gets weak in the knees whenever he sees a middle-aged woman
afterward .

In short, one-night stands are an extremely unreliable thing. Men
and women with real marketability usually have their own lovers and generally don't bother with one-night stands. I've been doing one-night stands for over
three months , and apart from that heartbroken girl who disappeared after the encounter, I haven't met a single truly high-quality woman.
As for my colleague, after persisting with one-night stands for over half a year, he decisively gave up this not-so-
ideal hobby.

Regarding threesomes, I think everyone is probably very interested in this topic.
So far, I've only tried threesomes with two couples, and each time I was a single man.
One threesome partner was someone I met online. There was a special group in the group where a couple was looking for a single man for a threesome
. I tried sending my information to that couple, and the woman was very satisfied with my appearance and decisively
chose me.

There's not much to say about that threesome. The first time was exciting, but it got boring afterward. It was a middle-aged
couple; the woman was pretty and petite, but her figure was a bit out of shape after she took her clothes off (
she'd had a child, and her genitals were wide). The man was a middle-aged man, a little over 1.7 meters tall, and quite overweight.

During the threesomes with this couple, I felt like a sex toy, a human plaything this middle-aged man had hired
to satisfy his wife, and for free (he was a businessman, probably had a lot of casual sex
, and his sexual ability was weak; in most threesomes, I was the one having sex with his wife).
After a few encounters with this couple, I felt it wasn't interesting and gradually stopped contacting them.

There was another couple, friends of mine, whom I met in Hangzhou.
My friend was five years older than me, and his wife was the same age; we knew each other fairly well. They were a highly educated
couple; the man was a PhD student in bioengineering, and the woman was a medical graduate student—a typical "triple-
high" group: high salary, high education, and high pressure.
It's probably because intellectuals tend to have more open views on sex. This couple, only in their thirties, were already
tired of each other and wanted to try a threesome to see if they could rekindle their passion (the man had previously suggested they each find
lovers, but the woman disagreed, fearing that they might develop feelings for each other and break up the family).

They initially searched online, but the first person they found was quite sleazy and completely
different from their expectations; the woman immediately rejected the man. After searching online again without finding anything suitable,
they decided it would be easier to find someone they knew.

Within their circle of acquaintances, married people were hard to find, people they knew too well were also hard to find, people too old were unsatisfactory, and people
too young might scare them away. Finally, they chose me: handsome, honest, not from Hangzhou, safe.

My friend tentatively asked if I wanted to try a threesome, and I, driven by lust, agreed on the spot
.
My friend's wife is a beautiful woman from Suzhou and Hangzhou; without makeup, she's a 7 out of 10, with makeup, an 8.5;
large breasts but not a very shapely butt.

Since we were acquaintances, I was inexplicably nervous the first time we did it. I couldn't get an erection, and even after
my friend's wife gave me oral sex for a long time, I still couldn't get an erection. Later,
my friend had me take Viagra, and only then did I get an erection (the couple laughed

about this for a long time afterward). The next few times were much better. Back then, I was young (only 26), had good stamina, and plenty of energy.
Each time we had a threesome, my friend would go first, arousing his wife, and then I would take over. After the break,
I would take the lead , while my friend would focus on enjoying his wife's oral sex.

We met once a week, and each time my friends and their spouse would prepare the necessary items. I would occasionally
bring gifts (cigarettes, alcohol, or flowers).

I learned a lot from this couple, not just about sex, but also about interpersonal relationships.
After almost a year of dating them, the initial excitement wore off, and the threesomes became like
family sex—two men with one woman, and everyone enjoyed it immensely.

During this time, my friends and their spouse truly treated me like family, offering me a lot of help
and advice in life and work. They helped me discover and correct many of my bad habits from my youth.
My threesomes with them are among the most beautiful memories of my life.
It's not that the threesomes were particularly special, but my friends and their spouse were incredibly kind to me, treating me
like , giving me the warmth of home for a migrant worker from out of town.

I always called my friend's wife "Sister Qian," and she always treated me like a younger sister.
Sister Qian had a great influence on my choice of partner, leading me to develop a long-standing preference for mature women (I've
always been hung up on Wen because she and Sister Qian were somewhat similar in temperament).

My friend was also very good to me; as someone five years older than me, he taught me a lot about life and interpersonal relationships.
Unfortunately, my friend later had to go abroad for his career, and Sister Qian followed her husband overseas. Barring
unforeseen circumstances, I'll likely never see them again. To be honest, the
three of , feeling like we were parting from family.

After they left, I couldn't recover for a long time; I always felt like a piece of my heart was missing.
It was because of this couple that I never tried a threesome again, because I felt I could never
meet such a perfect couple again.

As for wife-swapping, I've never even considered it; a wife is always best when she's her own.
However, one of my middle-aged divorced clients is a wife-swapping enthusiast. After divorcing his wife, he kept a
mistress.
After getting tired of his mistress, he felt he should make use of her remaining value and started trying wife-swapping.
The client, from Chengdu, found a wife-swapping circle and, with a try-it-out mentality, took his mistress
to experience the thrill.

According to him, the circle mainly consisted of middle-aged couples, most of whom were no longer physically attractive;
very few young couples actually participated, and even those who did disappeared after a few sessions.

After participating in wife-swapping a few times, his wife was quite popular (after all, she was young and beautiful), which annoyed him
, as he hadn't met many high-quality women.

Later, he decisively withdrew from the wife-swapping circle. In his words, wife-swapping is just a group of
middle-aged men and women who can't find high-quality men and women exchanging low-end products, hoping to find potential partners among them.

Essentially, it's a lewd gathering of middle-aged men and women—exciting, but nothing more.
Now, let's continue talking about my wife!
After our marriage got on track, apart from occasionally having sex with Ya, I basically settled down.
In our sex life, my wife is a typical "wife-centric" type.
To put it simply, if I can have pleasure, my wife can also have psychological pleasure, provided, of course, that
she loves me.

I once asked my wife what kind of sex she likes.
She listed them for me: touching, kissing, oral sex, hugging; finally, if there's a method I like,
she'll try to like it too.
I like oral sex, so my wife gives me oral sex before every time we have sex, and afterwards, she doesn't even wipe my penis
before giving me oral sex; during her pregnancy, fearing I wouldn't be satisfied, she often gave me oral sex while heavily pregnant to help me relieve my desires
, and once she even fell asleep from exhaustion while giving me oral sex.

I like doggy style, so my wife has learned to adjust her doggy style, and now she can make
sure adjust my height, and my penis can go in very accurately; even more amazing is that my wife has good stamina,
sometimes I just need to lie on my wife's plump buttocks, and she'll bend up and down on her bottom, and I
can enjoy the pleasure of my penis being played with by her vagina.

As for anal sex, my wife doesn't really like it. So far, I've only been able to enjoy it when she
's (Ya, on the other hand, isn't opposed to anal sex; every time we have an affair, I ask her
opinion beforehand. If she doesn't object, I prepare lubricant, and her anus is a good
place for me to relieve myself when we're in a hotel room).

I once tried footjob, which involved putting a thin film on my feet and inserting my toes into my wife's vagina
. After a few minutes, although I felt very aroused, my wife said it was uncomfortable, so I had to stop.
I've also tried oral sex and facial ejaculation on my wife, both times she degraded herself to satisfy me. Afterwards, when I asked
her how she felt, she only said she felt very cheap and humiliated, so she never tried it again after that one time.
I've also tried footjob with stockings, but I don't really like it. I tried it a few times, but the novelty wore off, and I stopped.
As for bondage, I'm really clumsy. I tried it a few times, but I felt it wasn't fun anymore,
so I gave up.

Outdoor sex or car sex is nice, it's quite exciting, but provincial capitals have nothing but crowds
, making it very difficult to find truly suitable places for outdoor sex or car sex. Besides, aren't there
news reports of young men extorting couples having sex in cars?

So, for safety reasons, many outdoor sexual activities are basically banned.
About two years into my marriage, my relationship with my wife gradually shifted from romantic love to familial affection.

My married life with my wife is relatively perfect, but I still maintain frequent contact with Ya in private, although
the frequency of sex has decreased. We secretly meet in a hotel about once a month (
more often when my wife is away on business).

Ya continued to work in my original department after getting married, while I was promoted to another department due to excellent work performance
.
My dates with Ya sometimes take place during the day, sometimes at night, but overall, the quality of sex on each date...
The quantity was always high. After all, we only make love once a month, and every meeting with Ya was like a thunderbolt striking, like
tearing down a house.

Ya became a little plumper after marriage, and now she's truly a sleek and shiny young woman.
We've been together for several years, and Ya hasn't made any material demands on me (she's much richer than me). I
've asked Ya how her married life is, and she sighed deeply:
"Before marriage, she was like a treasure; after marriage, she's like a blade of grass."
Perhaps because she and her husband had known each other for five years before marriage,
their married life has steadily declined. Although her husband still makes "marital relations" once a week, that's all. Unlike
me, her lover, every time we make love, I go all out, often pinning Ya down on the bed and fucking her until she's exhausted.

According to Ya herself, her husband cheated on her again less than a year after their marriage. This time, however, Ya turned a blind eye.
On one hand, both families were respectable, and a divorce would be unseemly for everyone. On the other hand, Ya had me,
her extramarital lover, to provide some spice, and her husband was fulfilling his responsibilities as a husband in other ways,
so Ya just made do.
Because having sex with Ya always had to be done secretly, we both cherished every opportunity to cheat and tried our
best to satisfy each other sexually.

After these years of sexual experience with me, Ya herself said that she felt physically inseparable from me; I was
probably the man in the world who understood her body best. Every time we met, Ya felt like she was on an aphrodisiac,
incredibly thirsty, and she felt great no matter what I did in bed.
The most enjoyable time I had sex with Ya was when my wife was away on a business trip, and Ya's husband also happened to be out of town on business.
Ya and I spent the weekend in a five-star hotel for two days straight without leaving the premises.
For those two days, I was like a beast in heat, desperately wanting to fuck Ya (my wife had her period that week, and
we hadn't had sex for a whole week, so I was really pent up).

Before that date, I specifically bought a medium-sized dildo, wanting to experience what it would feel like to fuck
both of . Coincidentally, Ya had also been holding back for a long time (her husband had probably been out having affairs, and
hadn't given her any stamina for over half a month).

That time at the hotel, I started fucking Ya with all my might,
driving
her wild with pleasure. Then I took out the dildo and continued thrusting into her. Ya thought I'd gone soft and didn't mind, continuing to enjoy the fucking. After Ya orgasmed, I pulled the dildo out of her vagina and used lubricant on her anus.
Ya was especially docile after her orgasm, obediently sticking out her buttocks to welcome my penetration.
While I was fucking Ya's anus, I secretly inserted a dildo into her vagina while she was lost in passion. Ya
resisted a few times by twisting her buttocks, but seeing my firm attitude, she gave up.

Later, I secretly took out the remote control of the dildo and turned the frequency of the electric dildo to the maximum, while simultaneously
thrusting my penis hard into Ya's anus. I could clearly feel two penises, one real and one fake, meeting inside Ya's body.
Ya's reaction was like she went crazy; she started screaming, literally screaming. If the room hadn't been
well soundproofed, I think Ya's screams would have gotten a male dog two miles away hard.
Within minutes, Ya quickly orgasmed, lying face down on the bed, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy
, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, her vagina gushing fluid like a fountain, her anus contracting in waves, so intensely pleasurable that
I thought my penis was going to snap off.

Ya trembled on the bed for almost two minutes before coming to her senses. The first thing she said to me after regaining consciousness was:
"I'm really going to die from pleasure!"
Ya's extreme orgasm that time was what is medically termed the ultimate "mini-death" of sexual pleasure. At the peak of orgasm,
a woman feels as if she's dying; her body is completely out of control with pleasure, even to the point of
urinary incontinence, but her mind remains clear and her senses are incredibly sensitive.
Ya said that at that moment of ecstasy, she suddenly had a thought: I am like her God, and she would
even be willing to die for me.

This feeling of "mini-death" is an extremely rare experience for a woman. For a long time afterward,
I found it difficult to recreate that feeling for Ya. My analysis suggests that to achieve this, both partners
must be in a perfect state; the right time, place, and circumstances are indispensable.
That weekend, Ya was almost completely compliant with my wishes, and I, in a fit of rage,
repeatedly violated Ya, whom many consider a heartthrob, treating her like the most despicable prostitute.

I tied Ya's upper body with a red rope (prepared beforehand; I admit I had ulterior motives towards Ya that time. We had been
having an affair for several years, and I was actually getting a little tired of Ya's body. I desperately needed to find
new pleasure with Ya), and made Ya lie face down on the floor. At the same time, I used a dildo and my own penis to fuck Ya's two
holes. When I got tired of one hole, I would switch to the other. While fucking Ya, I also slapped Ya's big ass.
When I was about to ejaculate, I simply pulled up Ya's long hair and gave her a facial or oral sex.

That weekend, I used everything I could find in the five-star hotel—pencils, toothbrushes, emergency flashlights, and so on—
to torment Ya. Twice, she fainted from my abuse.

At my most frenzied, I made her crawl on the carpet while I rode her big ass and fucked her hard.
Or I made her lie on the bed with her head half-suspended, using her mouth like a vagina (a vibrating dildo was constantly fucking her
anus and vagina). Finally, Ya couldn't take it anymore and knelt on the floor, crying and begging me to stop
. Her face was covered in semen, her hair disheveled, and her body covered in bruises—a pitiful sight that allowed my darkest desires
to be fully released.

Ya later told me that she lay in bed for two days after returning home before she could get up. Luckily, her husband was away on a business trip,
otherwise, something terrible would have happened.

After that, when we went to a hotel together, Ya strictly forbade me from having sex. She also confiscated the dildo
(later she said she threw it into the Yangtze River; poor penis, your life was truly short).
After such a crazy and lewd affair with Ya, I developed a different kind of feeling for her than for my wife: in this world,
perhaps only Ya could cooperate with me so completely!

The only person I feel guilty about regarding my relationship with Ya is Ya's husband: I wonder what this high-spirited, rich, and handsome man would feel
if he knew that his beloved wife and mother had been fucked so hard by me that she was rolling on the ground, and that
I had played with every part of her body?

As the saying goes, "He who defiles another's wife and daughters will have his wife and daughters defiled by another."

Ya's husband's long-term infidelity means he has to bear the risk of his wife being taken advantage of. After all, in modern society,
no chaste woman will truly remain chaste for you. Once you can't satisfy her, she'll go out and find food herself.
I'm having affairs with other men's wives, and now my own wife is being coveted by others.
In the third year of our marriage, our love for each other slowly transformed into familial affection.
Sexually, we still maintained our passion; I delivered our "marital duties" three times a week with quality and quantity, and occasionally we could even
have some romantic moments on weekends.

My wife once asked me a question: "Can you accept your wife having a physical affair?"
I thought about it for a long time and firmly said: "I can accept your physical affair, wife. Sex is like eating; you'll
definitely feel uncomfortable if you don't eat for a long time.

If you really cheat one day, I can accept you having a one-night stand or something, but I absolutely cannot accept you having
a lover.
" My wife was very surprised and asked why.
My answer was very realistic: after a one-night stand, you two scoundrels will have to say goodbye; there's no time to cultivate feelings.
Finding a lover is about finding a man to have sex with you long-term, and men and women, you know, can easily develop feelings over time.
My wife laughed and swore to me: "Honey, for the rest of my life, I'll only let you have sex with me;
don't worry, I won't cheat on you."

And it really came true. My wife will indeed only let me have sex with her for the rest of her life. But damn it,
why didn't she say she wouldn't let any other woman have sex with her for the rest of her life?

In the third year of our marriage, my biggest rival in love, my wife's ex-girlfriend—that
goddess as beautiful as a flower—came back.
Next episode:

My marriage to my wife was, in a way, an accident.

Before I met my wife, I was successful in my career but unsuccessful in love. At that time, I was madly infatuated with Wen
, a mature woman, and for a while, I didn't think much of other young girls.

When I was promoted to department manager, I was 28 years old, a time of great success. My
parents had already bought me a house for my wedding, and I suddenly became a highly sought-after bachelor in my parents' circle. Many
older women were trying to sell me their daughters or nieces.

Blind dates often feel like human trafficking; the elders of both sides, pulling their unmarried younger relatives along, start calculating whether the two young people are a good match based on
their respective family assets. "Oh, their family conditions seem about the same, okay, these two
young people can get married and have children.

" At the time, I was extremely averse to blind dates.

This feeling intensified after meeting a few blind date partners. They were either too young or too unattractive;
if they were pretty, their personalities often had issues. In short, I clearly remember going on no fewer than eight blind dates in one month
. It wasn't
until the ninth time that I met my future wife.
My wife is from my hometown, but her family is from a rural area below my hometown (my hometown is in a county town). In
the past , my mother definitely wouldn't have approved of her. However, in recent years, her family received
a large sum of money from a land expropriation project. My mother, seeing the money, was tempted. Plus, my wife has a bachelor's degree and works for a state-owned enterprise (she got the job through connections and bribery
). Considering everything, she felt we were a perfect match and immediately called me, instructing me: "This wife
is great

When I first met my wife, I just thought she was pretty and had a great figure, especially her very perky and round buttocks.
I wanted to win her over just for that.

My wife was also quite satisfied with me; she was good-looking, came from a good family
, and was very charming. Before long, we started dating.

Many people date before getting married, but my wife and I got married first and then started dating.
We lived together for about three months after we met, and after six months, both our parents decided we should
get married .

I had just experienced the biggest setback of my life with Wen, and I was trying to distract
myself wounded heart, so I agreed without really thinking it through. My wife seemed to like me and agreed too.
We had been married for less than six months when my wife's company wanted to send her away for a year. I strongly opposed it
(we were just starting to have feelings for each other, and of course I didn't want her to be stationed abroad at this time). My wife, for the sake of her career,
eventually went anyway.

We had a huge fight about her going away, and she felt quite
guilty while she was away, even though it was with a young girl—sigh,
women these days!).
After I found out about her infidelity, I finally started to truly cherish my wife, and our
relationship improved dramatically (when we first got married, it felt like we were just getting married for the sake of getting married;
it wasn't until my wife returned from her assignment that we truly felt like husband and wife). In the third year of our marriage, our relationship entered
a stable period, and just when we were planning to have a child, my nemesis appeared.

My wife was once hooked up with a beautiful girl in college (details below),
whom I'll call a goddess (because she was indeed beautiful).

This goddess, pursuing her dream of becoming an actress, resolutely went to Beijing after graduation, believing that with her
talent and beauty, she could quickly achieve her dream. Unfortunately, in the entertainment industry, to rise to the top, one must first
accept the unspoken rules. As a lesbian, the goddess was unwilling to be subjected to such rules by a group of sleazy men, and
there seemed to be very few lesbians in the entertainment industry.

Therefore, after three years in Beijing, she was just a minor cover model, achieving nothing in her career.
Later, the goddess felt that continuing like this wasn't sustainable and began looking for other ways out.
In this world, some people are just lucky. The goddess met a benefactor in a lesbian circle in Beijing, a
middle-aged woman.
That woman was very rich—I don't know exactly how rich—but I do know that she was with the goddess for three years, and
when the goddess received a breakup fee of nearly 30 million yuan.

After accumulating her first pot of gold, the goddess gradually made several investments, all of which were profitable (I've always suspected
that her investment success was due to expert guidance; otherwise, it's hard
to imagine that a finance major like her would have such a strong investment acumen).

With her newfound wealth, the first thing she wanted to do was rekindle her romance with her college roommate—my wife.
To put it simply, he wanted to sleep with my wife.

As a married, childless, mature woman, I believe many men have fantasized about sleeping with my wife,
but given her firm rejection, these men would probably give up quickly.
The only one truly persistent and unwavering in his pursuit of my wife is this "goddess" (I must admit, when it comes to
sleeping , she's far more persistent than most men in the world).

My wife was very frank about the "goddess" coming back to bother her, clearly telling me that her ex-girlfriend
had returned and wanted to see her.
It's my fault for not assessing the situation carefully enough; I didn't really take this woman seriously, thinking that after
three years , our relationship should be stable, and that the "goddess" probably just wanted to catch up?
(Besides, my wife praised the "goddess's" beauty to the skies, and I genuinely wanted to see
what she looked like back home!)

After the "goddess" returned, my wife dragged me along to have dinner with her.
The moment I saw the goddess, I was stunned. Although her attire was somewhat androgynous (a suit jacket and trousers, with
very little feminine clothing), she was undeniably beautiful. Without exaggeration, in terms of appearance alone, she was
the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

My wife is also quite beautiful, but standing next to the goddess, the difference was obvious: her skin wasn't as
fair, her features weren't as delicate, her waist was a little thicker, and more importantly, my wife lacked the goddess's
femininity.
Even Ya, a rare beauty, immediately showed many flaws in her figure compared to the goddess.
This stunning beauty had actually slept with my wife; as a man, my feelings were incredibly
complex.
The goddess cried the moment she saw my wife, rushed over to hug her, and her first words were:
"XXX, I missed you!"

My meeting with the goddess was a very unpleasant and ominous experience for two reasons:
Firstly, the goddess and my wife were overly intimate, practically huddled together, making
me completely superfluous.
Secondly, the way the goddess looked at me was, well, quite complicated—like the gaze of a cuckolded husband looking at his lover.
If my wife hadn't been there, I think she would have devoured me.
What followed was equally complicated. The goddess persistently pursued my wife, and
while she remained relatively chaste, she was clearly very moved. As for me, this unfortunate man, I
was speechless, helpless, and powerless in the face of this beautiful woman's attempts to steal my wife

(I foolishly tried to talk to the goddess privately, and she acted as if she wanted to bury me in money; I was so angry
I wanted to hit someone, and finally, I couldn't hold back anymore and smashed a wall, fracturing my finger; when I got home,
I told my wife I'd fallen, which caused her a lot of complaints, and it took me half a month to recover).
At first, my wife could resist the advances of my "goddess," but human hearts are made of flesh and blood, and her ex-girlfriend's
relentless finally broke her.

One day, my wife pulled me aside for a serious talk about her plan to cheat on me.
The gist of the conversation was this: My wife loves me, but she also loves my "goddess."
She won't divorce me unless I abandon her.
She plans to have an affair to satisfy my "goddess's" longing over the past few years, and hopes I'll approve. If I
disagree, she'll respect my opinion, but she'll be very unhappy.
As compensation for cheating, she allows me to have a lover, but only sex, not
love, and I can't use any money from home to support her.
Finally, if I want a divorce, she's willing to leave with nothing but a 5 million yuan compensation.

Damn it, after talking to my wife, I'm despairing of this society. Being a person is hard, being a man is even harder, and
being a man married to a beautiful woman is the hardest of all: now even female hooligans are seducing good women, and we
husbands are truly helpless against it all!

Although I was furious because my wife was clearly having an emotional affair,
I couldn't take any drastic action because the other woman was a woman. If it were a man trying to steal my wife, I probably would have
attacked him with a knife; but since it was a woman, I could only laugh it off.
After reluctantly agreeing to my wife's illegitimate request, I secretly thought: now I can legitimately make Ya
my lover, no more sneaking around.
Three years after Ya and my husband got married, Ya gave birth to a son (not mine), and her relationship with my husband slowly
began to improve.
After learning that Ya was pregnant, I had a deep talk with her and we felt that we should end our
affair and return to our respective families. Of course, we also had one last farewell sexual encounter.
I found that God is cruel. Just when I finally broke up with Ya and decided to return to my family and be a good husband,
my wife was successfully stolen away by a goddess (at least emotionally).

At this time, Ya's marriage also faced a huge crisis: Ya's husband was suspected of having a sexually transmitted disease. When Ya
told me this news, I was stunned. Damn it, what if Ya got infected, then passed it on to me, and I
passed it on to my wife?

I asked Ya how she was sure. Ya told me that her husband hadn't touched her for almost two months, and they were using separate
towels .
She had her suspicions, so she secretly followed her husband and discovered he'd been receiving treatment at the hospital recently.
Finally, I was overjoyed to hear Ya say she'd been checked at the hospital and didn't have the disease.
Good heavens, I believed in God again!
Later I learned that Ya's husband had gone much further than me sexually. After various forms of sexual stimulation,
he gradually became addicted to group sex (like the Hainan Rendez-Vous, where there's promiscuity, drug use, etc.).

You can't walk by the river without getting your feet wet; group sex parties are high-risk areas for STIs.
Ya's husband's STI was eventually cured, but it caused significant damage to his body. I
saw ; he was very haggard, with acne all over his face, and had lost a lot of hair. A few years ago, he was a dashing and successful young man
, but now he looks ten years older and is completely ruined.
The fact that Ya's husband contracted a sexually transmitted disease has sealed the fate of Ya's marriage.
After this happened, Ya and her husband started sleeping in separate beds. Because their son was there, the couple was at least not...
We got divorced, but we're both living our own lives now; the marriage is just a piece of paper.

After this happened, Ya lay in my arms and cried her heart out, saying that if she had known marriage would turn out like this,
she would have rather been my mistress than marry my husband.

Perhaps Ya's life had been too smooth in the first half, and fate made her suffer so much in this marriage.
After Ya's marriage died, I took the initiative to resume our affair. I knew Ya needed me, both
physically and emotionally.

During that time, I was completely overwhelmed. My old lover's marriage was in trouble, and I had to put out the fire; my own home was also on fire—
my wife had been stolen away by a goddess.

When my wife went on her first date with the goddess, as a pathetic man, I actually prepared condoms for my wife's
reflexes , only realizing later: Damn, why would two women need condoms for sex?
The night my wife went on a date with the goddess, I booked a hotel nearby and invited Ya over (her husband
completely ). That night, on the hotel's large bed, while having sex with Ya, I comforted myself: my wife
cheated on me, and I cheated on someone else—it

's a win-win situation! Although my wife cheated, it wasn't all bad:
1. Out of guilt, my wife treated me even better in daily life, practically like a maid; sexually,
she was increasingly tender and compliant;
2. I suggested that Ya be my lover. My wife was initially upset, but eventually agreed, and Ya and I could
finally be together openly;
3. Seeing that she had successfully stolen my wife, the goddess finally had a change of heart and apologized for the injury I had sustained
; it was a ridiculous scene—a woman sleeping with a man's wife, and then saying to the man: "I'm sorry,
I slept with your wife, I apologize" (but after apologizing, I'll still continue). For a while afterward, a delicate balance
formed between the four of us: me, Ya, my wife, and the goddess. 　　My wife and I have a normal married life during the week, while Ya and I enjoy our time together on weekends, with my wife and goddess acting like a pair of Durex condoms. 　　Sometimes I can't help but admire my wife: "While I was a wild womanizer when I was younger, at least it was heterosexual love; you, my wife, while you haven't slept with 　　many men and women (two men and two women), you've crossed gender lines, and your partners have all been high-quality (your first love, husband, goddess, and the girl you cheated with are all good-looking), with one woman being a real gem; in terms of quantity, I can't compare to you, but in terms of quality, you completely blow me away. 　　" Many men reading this might have the following fantasies: "My wife's mistress is so beautiful, could I find a way to kill two birds with one stone? If I could get my wife's mistress, wouldn't a life of one wife and one concubine, a daily threesome, be just around the corner?" 　　As a normal man, having this thought is normal, but as a realistic man, you should give up on this idea as soon as possible . 　　In this world, regardless of gender, there are three types of sexual actors: heterosexuals, homosexuals, and bisexuals. 　　I'm a perfectly normal heterosexual, while my wife's goddess is a normal lesbian ( and a top, not a bottom). My wife's situation is more complicated; she's bisexual with ambiguous sexual behavior. 　　Before university, my wife came from a very strict family. Only her uncle and herself. In our hometown, having a university graduate is a great honor. My wife was a good student from a young age, so her family was very strict with her. Before university, she basically lived a monotonous life of studying, eating, and more studying, never having dated. 　　After starting university, she finally had her first relationship, and her first boyfriend was also very outstanding. If this relationship had been positive, it could have had a positive impact on her views on sex. Unfortunately, she was unlucky. Her first love only lasted a short time; her boyfriend, whom she loved madly, went abroad 　　shortly after she lost her virginity. After her first love ended, my wife was in great pain for a while. It was during this time that her goddess appeared, giving her still-developing views on sex a major shock. 　　According to my wife, when she was with her "goddess," she felt that the goddess understood her very well and could bring her to orgasm. The pleasure was completely different from her first boyfriend (I've always suspected that her first boyfriend wasn't very good in bed; my wife's strongest memory of him is his excellent personal qualities, and she has virtually no opinion on his performance). 　　Just as my wife began to accept the goddess's love and was even considering a purely lesbian relationship, oh yeah, she graduated , and the goddess moved to Beijing. 　　At this point, my wife began to face the realities of life: finding a job, going on blind dates, getting married, etc., and her almost fully formed views on sex were challenged again. 　　After we started dating, relying on my previous experiences with one-night stands and threesomes, I finally honed my skills in bed. My wife, a sex novice, met me, a sex veteran, and began to truly experience male sexual stimulation. 　　According to my wife, when she slept with me for the second time, she was completely conquered by me in bed. 　　The first time I slept with my wife, I didn't perform well. I ejaculated inside her vagina in less than half an hour (my wife has been a lesbian for a long time, so her vagina was basically untouched. It was very tight the first time, and even I, an experienced woman, failed miserably). Seeing her expression of complete indifference, I felt so ashamed I wanted to disappear. 　　The second time, to avoid the same embarrassment, I prepared extensively, even taking Viagra beforehand. The second time, I was in top form. To regain my previous pride, I used all my skills and lasted exceptionally long. That night, from 10 pm until 3 am, I kept her going . That time, she felt her entire body was opened up by me. 　　Regarding sex, my wife found that her goddess's sex was delicate and gentle, while mine was wild and ecstatic—each had its own merits. 　　This complex view of sex led her to accept and . 　　I'm not very familiar with the goddess's situation, but based on my wife's description, she should be a pure lesbian. You can imagine this kind of woman as a woman with a man's soul living inside her body.

If my wife's sexual characteristics are that she's all-encompassing, then Ya's sexual characteristics are more of a love-first, masochistic type
(slightly).
Ya's personal traits are very similar to W, the protagonist in "You Are the Apple of My Eye," both
willing to sacrifice a lot sexually for love.

Ya is a very tall and sexy girl, with a very cheerful and lively personality, but
deep down 's quite vulnerable.
Ya comes from a very good family background and is the youngest daughter (with an older brother), so she was
spoiled by her family from a young age. After starting a relationship, her boyfriend was also very gentle and considerate towards her (unfortunately, this changed after marriage), which led
Ya to actually crave a certain kind of authoritative sex that is both strong and gentle (in simpler terms, she's had too easy
a life , never experienced hardship, and has a slight masochistic tendency).

When Ya first started working, she was my subordinate, and I always presented myself as a proper and strong
leader (I was quite decisive at work), which made her very fond of me (her family
and boyfriend also doted on her).

After she became my mistress, my sexual style was primarily rough, occasionally gentle, and sometimes even involved
sadomasochistic play. Since she wasn't my wife, we didn't have much affection for each other at first, and I didn't know
how long this would last, so I seized every opportunity to have sex with her relentlessly, completely venting my desires on her. This style of sex
fully satisfied Ya's slight masochistic tendencies, making her emotionally and sexually dependent on me. Furthermore
, Ya's marriage was unhappy, leading her to gradually develop a severe dependence on me.

When I was with Ya, I basically didn't need to consider her feelings, because no matter how outrageous my actions were,
unless Ya's body couldn't take it anymore, she would absolutely endure it completely.

After my wife and the goddess got together, I was worried that my wife's heart would gradually lean towards the goddess (I could see that
the goddess truly loved my wife, although I didn't understand this kind of same-sex love), but I gradually discovered that my wife
was also playing a balancing act between me and the goddess.

In my wife's view, she couldn't do without either her husband or her girlfriend.
I don't know how my wife communicated with the goddess, but after this chaotic three-way relationship lasted for almost half a year
, the goddess gradually accepted the relationship.
During these six months, a rather amusing incident occurred.
When my wife was stationed abroad, she had a relationship with a young finance girl at a branch office. This girl was later
seconded to the group for a year, hoping to rekindle our romance.

Faced with this sudden competitor, my wife was clearly extremely unhappy, but didn't want to directly confront her (after all, they
were having an affair). So, she encouraged me to step in and get rid of the girl.

I pretended not to care about this female competitor; whether my wife was with one woman or
two didn't matter, as long as she wasn't with any man other than me.
Fortunately, my wife remained loyal to my relationship with my wife's boyfriend, and the girl failed to win her over for a year, eventually
returning to her hometown almost in tears.
As we saw the girl off, watching her receding figure, I couldn't help but sigh:
"Wife, you're such a devil! How many innocent girls' hearts are you going to break in this lifetime?"

Finally, let me update you on the current situation of the four of us: Ya, my wife, and the goddess. Ya's
marriage has completely broken down, and they are currently going through a divorce. Her husband has proposed
giving her a property worth 6 million yuan and cash, with their son going to him. Ya has no objection to the division of assets, but she's desperately trying to win custody of their son
.

However, based on my judgment, the son will most likely go to the husband, as he has considerable influence in the area and
will certainly pull many strings. Crucially, Ya's parents also hope their son goes to the husband, making it easier for Ya to remarry.

Ya recently told me that if she can't win custody of their son, she'll have a child with me—and it doesn't seem
like a joke .
My wife is currently riding high; according to her, the best woman and the best man in the world
are hers, and she should be content.

The goddess is slowly selling off her assets in Beijing, seemingly planning to settle in the provincial capital. It looks like our
ill-fated relationship will continue for quite some time.
My wife previously turned a blind eye to my relationship with Ya, but last week she proactively met with Ya, and the two seemed to
have a very pleasant conversation.
The chances of me hooking up with a goddess in this lifetime are slim, but
there's still hope of getting my wife and Ya together for a threesome.

Having lived for thirty-two years, my assessment of the feasibility of various sexual behaviors in society today is as follows:
finding a lover is the most reliable; one-night stands are too low-value; a threesome is like buying a lottery ticket, purely based on luck; wife-swapping
requires extremely strong mental fortitude, and most people shouldn't even think about it.
In this society, if you have money or good looks, and your personality isn't too bad, finding a lover isn't difficult (
but finding a lover who's perfectly suited to you is another matter); in most cases, a lover complements family life,
and very few people choose a lover who is similar to their wife.
The chances of meeting a high-quality man or woman in a one-night stand are extremely low. Instead of wasting time on one-night stands, focus on finding a wife
or lover.
Threesomes are like a legend; the probability of a harmonious threesome is virtually zero. If
you happen to find one, consider yourself lucky, but even then, it rarely lasts (there are too many variables in real life; everyone has
their own life, and it's a stroke of luck if your life even briefly intersects with two other people).

I haven't experienced wife-swapping, but most partners are quite old. If you have a thing for mature women,
you could try it (a friend said he participated in wife-swapping and slept with a 50-year-old woman—wow, that's a taste
most people can't accept).

Overall, finding a lover is the most feasible option. However, there's a prerequisite: how do you maintain a balance between your wife and
lover ?
If you can't maintain this balance, one day your wife will become someone else's lover.
Therefore, my view is: if your married life is good, stop thinking about cheating and focus on making
your wife happy!
I once thought about breaking up with Ya and going back to my family, but then I ran into Goddess, who became my obstacle. Plus, I developed
feelings , so now I have no choice but to maintain this messy relationship.
To be honest, every time I think about my wife going out with her "goddess" on the weekend, even though she's being with another woman,
I still feel a pang of bitterness deep down. Many wives who are with other men probably feel even worse!

In conclusion:
Many netizens have asked me if I can win over my wife's "goddess" and have a threesome?
Realistically speaking, it's almost impossible.
The reason is simple: ask yourself honestly:
if your body were a woman, would you enjoy being with men?

It's the same for homosexuals; their bodies house a soul completely incompatible with their bodies, and the nature of
this soul dictates that they won't like men.
My wife's current situation is practically incompatible with infidelity, only it's barely
acceptable . I've actually considered divorcing my wife and being with Ya.
My wife's current attitude is that as long as we don't divorce, she can tolerate everything I do; recently, she's refused to
use condoms during sex, and I know what she means—she wants to get pregnant to save our marriage.

Reaching thirty and finding yourself in this situation is truly a tragedy. Your wife has fallen in love with another woman, and you can't even
complain to anyone; you want a divorce, but you can't bear to, and not wanting a divorce makes life feel stifling.
Now, my wife and Ya are getting very close, almost like best friends.
I know my wife's ulterior motives—she's using a roundabout approach, appealing to Ya's emotions to keep her as a mistress and prevent her from trying to climb the social ladder. Sigh
, what a terrible woman, how terrible women are! (The End)

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