Can anyone tell me what to do? (Follow-up)

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First of all, thank you all. I confided my troubles to you all, and my friends responded very kindly. Thank you all; it was your encouragement that helped me through the lowest point of my life. Now, browsing 69.com and reading everyone's blogs has become a habit, and I think this habit will continue.
Now I will briefly explain our current situation to you all.
I admit that I've never truly let go of her deception and concealment of me; it still hurts to think about it. But I can genuinely accept her with other men now, as long as she can confide in me. I've been staying local lately, canceling everything I could, spending my time either at work or home. I wake her up with her in the mornings, make breakfast together, and spend my evenings with her doing chores, watching TV, or going shopping. Although she hasn't shown any outward signs, I can sense that she's changed. Sometimes she says, "Looks like I should find someone else; you're so good to me now."
One weekend, we found a quiet and romantic place for dinner. At first, neither of us spoke, we just ate our food. Suddenly, she stopped and looked at me. When I looked up at her, she whispered, "I'm sorry." I knew what she meant. I told her I couldn't leave her, and I didn't want her life to lose its passion because of me. Everything would be the same as before, except now I would be there to listen. I said, "Let's invite him over, so we can both love you." She said, "Okay."
A few days later, she told me that the three of us would have dinner together that evening, but she was worried she wouldn't feel comfortable and asked me to prepare some aphrodisiacs for her, otherwise she wouldn't go. I had arranged the food and accommodation well in advance, waiting for him to arrive. Since we were already familiar with each other, although we understood each other's feelings, we didn't say anything, so there was no awkwardness. We chatted about all sorts of things for a while, and then I suggested we find a quiet place to talk and play cards. I had already prepared several cases of beer and snacks there. We started by playing cards, with the loser drinking. Soon, a case of beer was empty. Seeing that it was almost time, I took out a small glass bottle for her while he went to the restroom. She poured a little into each bottle with a complicated expression. We continued playing cards, and then she said she couldn't drink anymore and wanted to play something else. I asked what we should do, maybe the loser would take off their clothes. She said she would dare if I let her. I said it didn't matter. He didn't mind and listened to everything we said. The result was terrible. I was the first one completely naked, he was left with only his underwear, and she was wrapped in a bath towel.
My wife made an excuse to go to the inner room, and I followed her in. She asked me what to do, and I told her to go call him in while I went to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I heard footsteps entering the room. When I came out, I found all the lights were off, only the TV was playing boring commercials. I sat on the sofa for a while, and in the darkness, I heard heavy breathing, familiar moans, and the sounds of flesh colliding coming from inside. At that moment, my heart suddenly clenched, and my eyes welled up with tears. I calmed myself down and continued on.
I groped my way in and, by the moonlight, saw him on top of her, thrusting forcefully. She held onto his arms, her legs wrapped around him. A surge of excitement overwhelmed all other emotions. I went to the bedside, caressing her breasts and passionately kissing her. She responded fiercely, holding me tightly, writhing her body. His thrusts transmitted through her; only those who have experienced it can truly feel it. She pulled me up, drawing my penis towards her, and began to suckle it earnestly.
He silently worked for a while longer before giving in to me. I rolled over and thrust into a space that was both familiar and strange, still warm as before, neither too loose nor too tight, but even wetter. I couldn't control myself and thrust violently. She tilted her head back, wrapped her arms around my neck, and breathed heavily, her moans a sound I had never heard before. I pulled her up, signaling her to soothe him with her mouth, while I continued my vigorous movements from behind. Her voice was distorted, muffled by his penis in her throat, producing seductive nasal sounds—something I never heard when we were together. I thrust a few more times forcefully, then had her sit on top of me. She hugged me, rested her head on my shoulder, and kissed me. At that moment, I felt closer to her than ever before. I kissed her earlobe and trembled as I said, "I love you."
We alternated our movements repeatedly. She sucked on me when she was penetrating me from behind, and I licked her when she gave him oral sex. He and she French kissed as I moved in and out from behind. When she hugged me and kissed me, she whispered, "You two come in together." I was so excited that I couldn't speak, I just let her lie on top of him, and I groped my way in from behind. It sounds simple, but it was really difficult. He was a little smaller than me, so either I couldn't get in, or he would pull out. Later, I had to lie down and lower my body so that our two penises were close together before I could insert it. At that moment, her high-pitched screams and the unimaginable tightness from her lower body drove me crazy. To be honest, it was stimulating, but it was so awkward. His legs were on top of mine, buttocks against buttocks, and she was on top, half-squatting. There was no other way but to change positions. We tried every threesome position we could think of. When I was on the bottom and he was behind, and we entered together again, she whispered in my ear, "Let him go in from behind." I said okay, and she reached out to help me. I don't know if he didn't understand, or if he was averse to sex, or if he went in with me. We went on for about an hour. While he was on top of her, he stopped and licked her genitals, which we had already attacked many times. He looked up and whispered, "Is it okay if I fuck?" She didn't answer, only saying, "It feels so good, harder." Then she wrapped her legs tightly around him. This made me like him a little more; he respected her.
He thrust violently a dozen times, then lay down on one side. She pounced on me like a female beast, kissing me fiercely and roughly pulling me between her legs. I was just as frantic, pressing her legs against hers, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her. Her legs were already folded in half. My lower body moved incessantly; my body felt numb, the mental impact was too intense. Penetrating a place that once belonged only to me, now containing someone else's semen, this feeling made me tremble. Whether I ejaculated or not didn't really matter anymore. I could only tense my whole body, thinking it was over, just hurry up and ejaculate.
After resting for a while, he got up to say goodbye. She was still lying in bed. I saw him to the door, but he said not to bother and to go keep her company.
Back in bed, she hugged me and asked if it was a dream, and if we could just treat it as a dream. I asked if she was happy and if she liked it. She said her medication seemed to be working, and she was thinking about it again. I didn't say anything because I had already acted. We made love two or three more times, I can't remember exactly, I only remember that I was still hard after I ejaculated. Finally, everything calmed down, and I let her lean on my shoulder, gently stroking her back and arms with my fingers, telling her how much I loved her, and hoping that she could see me not only as her husband, but also as a confidante and a lover. I will always love her, as long as she is happy.
After a quick rinse, she picked up the glass bottle and asked what kind of medicine it was, saying it must be fake. I said no, I'm sure it's real, it's 800,000 units of penicillin. I poured out the bottle; the rest was filled with cooled boiled water, all genuine.
Now, although we haven't become the kind of close friends I envisioned, our relationship has clearly improved. The knot in my heart that I once had has slowly untied since that threesome. Now, the thought of her being with another man only brings me excitement. Of course, I can't accept her doing it without saying anything or hiding it from me.
Due to time constraints, some words may not have been used effectively; please forgive me.
I told my wife about the existence of 69, and she didn't object, but she didn't express her opinion. I'll try to get her to come and see it first.
Thank you again everyone. I'm in Harbin, and my QQ number is in my profile. Please mention "69 friend" in your message. I don't use this account often, but I'll reply if anyone visits.

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