It started with a handsome acquaintance, A. Should I continue developing the relationship?

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After trying to instill the idea of a threesome in my wife during sex a couple of times, the excitement, novelty, and passion seemed to fade quickly. Bringing it up again during sex later felt pointless. Perhaps my threshold has increased, as some experts have suggested. I need to think about how to take it a step further.
My wife was away on a business trip, and one night, during a WeChat chat, I confessed my cuckoldry fetish. She was quite firm, but not angry; she just thought I was sick, and seriously so—how could I let someone else have my way with my wife? This conversation was deep and long. Although she denied my cuckoldry idea, I achieved my goal of preparing her mentally and allowing her to face the issue directly.
Afterwards, we went through a very long, uneventful period of ordinary married life, during which I never mentioned the threesome or cuckoldry again. Moving too quickly might make her more suspicious, thinking I had ulterior motives. Only time can earn her trust. During this time, the passion between us faded quickly, the purpose being to create a stark contrast with the previous intense feelings, so that she could still anticipate the excitement and passion she had previously mentioned about threesomes and being cuckolded.
In the past two years, as she's gotten older, she's become more concerned with her appearance and figure. Influenced by me, she started running to lose weight and shape her body. After seeing initial results, she would occasionally show off in front of me, and I would generously praise her: "Your butt is so perky and round after running..." "Perfect figure, I wonder how many men you'll seduce..." "So beautiful, come on, let's go for a walk with your husband, it's a shame not to show it off..." During casual conversations, I'd make a well-timed risqué joke; while shopping, I'd proactively point out handsome men on the street to her, and sometimes she'd whisper to me among the men passing by, "The one on the left is handsome." I felt she was becoming increasingly open.
I regularly browse her phone—TikTok, WeChat, QQ—and find countless messages from men harassing her: "You're so beautiful…Let's be friends…It's you again…" If I'm lucky, I might even find some chat messages she hasn't deleted yet. The most intriguing are short, undeleted conversations—just four or five sentences—where the man calls her his goddess, suggesting a deep connection. Clicking on the man's profile picture reveals it's an acquaintance, someone I first introduced her to—the husband of a colleague (let's call him Handsome A). I described him as tall, handsome, and honest, and I never imagined she'd secretly gotten involved with him. No way, I can't let her do this secretly; I have to find a way to expose her.
One day, while taking a walk after dinner, we chatted and the conversation drifted to this topic: "Last time, I saw your WeChat chat history with a handsome guy, and the conversation was quite ambiguous." She immediately chimed in, "Who? Was it xx (the handsome guy's nickname)?" I deliberately said, "It doesn't seem like it." "Then was it xxx?... " My goodness, it seems there was more than one guy you were flirting with.
Now, during sex, I'm more serious and passionate, making sure every intimate action is done thoroughly and for a long time. I've explored places I'd never touched before, making her feel comfortable, moaning and whimpering, and constantly teasing her in the ear: "You've improved a lot..." "I want to play with your pussy" (it's said that anal sex is the switch to dispel a woman's shame). "Find a handsome guy with a big, handsome dick for you to play with?" She's not as averse to it as before: "If you find one, you play with him yourself, you go fuck his pussy." Before, after struggling for a long time, it was still so dry, but now, as soon as I lie on top, a couple of suggestive words, and I'm wet and slipping inside. "I want to play with your anus." She didn't object or say anything, so I pulled out, moved it down a little, and tried to enter her anus. "It hurts, I can't get in." Actually, I didn't plan to explore her anus yet, I just wanted her to know that I would enter her anus sooner or later, just like I wanted her to know that I would find her a handsome guy sooner or later. Although I didn't manage to play with her anus this time, it seemed that I had achieved my goal of further dispelling her shame. Getting back to the point, I sped up and ejaculated.
Her car maintenance was due, and the timing wasn't right, so I couldn't go with her. "It's so far (a city 100 kilometers away), you mustn't go alone, I'm worried about you, find someone to go with you." "Who can I find?" She started talking to herself, listing several of her girlfriends, and then rejecting them one by one: women can chat on the road, but they're idiots when it comes to car problems. Then she mentioned three male friends, and sure enough, one of them was that tall and handsome guy, the one I chatted with on WeChat, the husband of my colleague's sister—handsome guy A. The opportunity arose. I pretended not to know who was who and analyzed each of the men for her, deciding which one was more suitable to accompany her. Handsome guy C: While he's good in many ways, he's too stingy, so he's not suitable. Handsome guy B: He works in that city and can arrange the route and provide food and entertainment upon arrival, but he can't accompany her on the journey, so we can't have some alone time together, so he's a pass. Handsome guy A: Tall, handsome, honest, has his own car, can accompany her on the journey, is pleasing to the eye, and can also be a car knowledge consultant. Of course, the final conclusion was that we tentatively decided to have handsome guy A accompany her.
We agreed to leave at noon, a 200-kilometer round trip, plus an hour for maintenance, and it's already 6:30 PM. She should be home by now, but she hasn't called yet. I thought this was the perfect opportunity to call her—not too early, not too late, without arousing her suspicion or resentment. Asking if she got home safely is a way of showing concern and is perfectly natural. If we're still on the road or... it would be an excellent opportunity to strike while the iron is hot.
Where are you? Are you home yet?
Not yet.
Why aren't you home yet? Did you finish the maintenance?
You don't know, electric bikes lose power very quickly in winter, charging takes time. The maintenance is all done, the mechanic said…
(After the pleasantries, it's time to get to the main point)
Who went with you?
XX (handsome guy A's nickname)
went so far and took so long, he must have had a hard time. It's so late, why don't you treat him to dinner?
I said I would, but he won't eat.
What are you doing now?
Charging the bike at the service area, he went to the restroom.
(The opportunity has arrived, quickly add some flirtatious teasing)
It's your first time going out alone with a man other than your husband, it feels special, doesn't it?
(She hesitates slightly, seemingly not averse to the question)
Yeah, it's definitely different.
Okay, drive carefully on the way back tonight, be safe, have fun.
(Stop hinting, the unspoken understanding is clear, let them have some fun for a while.)

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