Wife meets single men alone (3)

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Following on from the previous post, my wife didn't say anything, leaning softly against me for a long time before finally saying, "Let's go." That ended the meeting with the single man. Afterwards, I hugged my wife and asked how it went. She smiled and then told me that she felt great at first, especially when he was licking her and when he first entered. But later, she felt that although his penis was large, it would soften halfway through, completely lacking the drive of a young man. Also, her flesh felt loose, so she lost interest. This directly led to her passing on any single man over 30. After that, things returned to normal, and I, having nothing better to do, started looking for excellent single men. Finding single men is definitely a matter of fate. Sometimes we'd chat well, but the timing just wouldn't work out. One day, we went to eat at Papa John's. I arrived early to wait for my wife to get off work. Then my phone received a message—this was the single man my wife would meet alone with later. We chatted briefly and felt our personalities were quite compatible, and we had a pleasant conversation. So, we immediately arranged to meet at a coffee shop an hour later to have dinner with my wife. During dinner, I showed my wife the photo, and she said she didn't like it. So I subtly suggested that I'd introduce her to another handsome guy tonight. It turned out this was the right decision. I wasn't trying to make my wife jealous; I just felt that some people aren't photogenic but might be good-looking in real life and have good character. Of course, my wife didn't know this, so I figured if she didn't like it after meeting him, we could leave immediately. A small detail during dinner left a lasting impression. A group of women across from me were chatting away, clearly a group of girlfriends. The girl on the outermost side, sitting on the edge of a chair, was pretty and had a great figure. I stared at her. She glanced at me and noticed me looking at her. You know, I've been with quite a few women, haha. When she looked at me, I didn't look away; instead, I met her gaze. She pretended to laugh and naturally looked away, but kept glancing this way. Then my gaze naturally shifted to her figure, and she noticed it too. Her leg position changed slightly, and I gradually saw the bottom—nothing at all! Nothing at all! Hmm, I understand what she means. My eyes never left her, and she kept changing her posture naturally and elegantly; no one could tell she was experienced. Because we had an appointment, we left Papa John's after dinner. On the way out, I told my wife about it, and she said, "Oh, no wonder she glanced at you several times when we passed by. Women are incredibly perceptive of threats; I didn't even notice her looking at me!" She saw a handsome guy at the coffee shop (using "C" to represent him), and my wife immediately said he was the "pretty boy" type. I understood immediately because that's her type. We chatted for a while, and the more we talked, the more we felt my choice was right; his qualities and manners were exactly what we needed. We ended up chatting all night, and neither of us was in a hurry to leave. When we finally realized what was happening, it was already 10 pm. My wife said goodbye to her and came back, saying, "It's him!" Haha, we booked for next weekend. But on the weekend, I had to go on a business trip at the last minute. My wife was a little disappointed, and I was a little down too. Then I told my wife, "I've already checked him out for you; go ahead." At first, she was reluctant, but I said it was my decision, just to make her happy. Then my wife happily agreed, beaming. Then I called C and told her she was coming to see me but I couldn't go because I was on a business trip. After hanging up, C thanked me several times on WeChat for trusting me. I waited for the video call, and after a while, I received a FaceTime call from my wife. In the video, I saw them chatting, talking about this and that. C even made tea for my wife. After a while, my wife hung up the video call, and I couldn't get through again. I was both excited and worried. That feeling was like an eternity, yet not so painful, a struggle that's hard to describe. About twenty minutes later, I received a call from C. I thought she wanted to say something, so I answered and heard my wife shouting excitedly on the phone. I instantly felt overwhelmed, my head was throbbing, and all my nerves were focused on the phone. I was so anxious because just hearing her voice was so agonizing, and I had nowhere to release all my excitement. I forced myself to hang up and called my wife on FaceTime. It took a long time for her to answer. The scene at that moment was incredibly stimulating. Two naked bodies intertwined? It definitely wasn't like watching porn. That was my own wife! I saw C passionately kissing his wife, one hand slowly moving down. His wife moaned loudly, twisting her legs, and hugged C even tighter. C leaped and pressed himself onto his wife. Once, their bodies were intertwined. Watching their genitals rub against each other, I felt an unbearable loneliness. My eyes were glued to the screen, unwilling to miss a single scene. C's hand slowly explored inside. His wife lifted her hips, responding without any restraint. Later, his wife told me that she had a performative urge at that moment, putting on a show for me. Hearing his wife's wet moans, C couldn't resist any longer and got up, thrusting in. His wife let out a satisfied moan, and he followed suit, his excitement rising. C slowly pumped, and as his wife's moans grew louder, the speed of his thrusts increased. The video clearly showed the intense slapping sound of flesh against flesh. His wife swayed with the rhythm, her hair undulating and hanging on the bed. His wife hugged C's neck and kissed him fiercely. C didn't slow down at all and continued thrusting. Because he was so excited, after only ten minutes, he could hear our intermittent moans. He knew his wife was about to climax. His wife's most excited climax moans were similar to those of women in Europe and America—short and wanton. Later, his wife came back and told him that C had been quietly telling his wife to be quieter, quieter. The soundproofing in the multi-unit apartment building wasn't good. When her first climax came, C pulled out and switched to doggy style. His wife knelt on the bed, and C stood at the foot of the bed. C hooked his hands around his wife's thighs and kept thrusting. His wife's hair started to sway wildly again, accompanied by moans. The sounds were so stimulating. I held my phone in one hand and kept gripping my penis. After repeatedly using this position, my wife had difficulty reaching orgasm. After about ten minutes, C left the screen, presumably to get something. My wife was happily making various seductive gestures on FaceTime, occasionally making a funny face. When C returned, he changed the condom, stood under the bed, and slowly entered her, saying something to her. At this moment, my wife hugged C tightly. Suddenly, my wife let out a soft moan. C easily lifted her up, supporting her buttocks, and then thrust into her repeatedly. Her moans became even more seductive, each change in her voice carrying a hint of smoky, alcoholic hue. My heart was pounding wildly. C, as expected of someone who exercises regularly, had been doing it for so long before, and then lifted my wife up, thrusting into her without any effort. My wife's moans changed again, her legs twitching and shaking as if she were being electrocuted. My wife hugged him even tighter, but C didn't stop. When C put my wife on the bed, she was as light and soft as a pile of cotton. C returned to the traditional missionary position. I saw that my wife had already had several orgasms, but the intensity had subsided. Just then, I had something to do, so I turned off my phone and went out to run errands. Later, my wife told me that they finished quickly and then rested briefly... C insisted his wife stay for dinner. C is a good cook; he casually mentioned that he has several mistresses who love his cooking so much. Then they went downstairs together to buy groceries. After dinner, his wife left and went home. I was a little jealous and asked if they went to buy groceries arm in arm. My wife said no. It's strange; I can accept her being intimate with other men, but I can't stand someone holding her arm in arm while walking down the street. I've always been puzzled. Couples with similar feelings can discuss this. The result of this one-on-one meeting was that my wife didn't want other men for several days and went to get off work obediently. I hope couples who enjoy a romantic relationship can contact us. We can all have pleasant interactions. Beijing is a big city, but social circles are small; it's not easy to meet like-minded friends. We should cherish every friendship.

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