The threesome game I played with my wife and another man

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

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