Help my husband find a girlfriend

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I met my husband in 1993 and we got married in 1996. By 2005, we had been married for 12 years. Married people probably understand that after 12 years, love has long since faded, and the realities of life have transformed it into something akin to family. My husband and I are currently like the left hand touching the right. I won't go into details about our married life and its process; you can experience it for yourselves. I

let my husband sleep with another woman, and it was a three-way relationship.

We haven't had children after many years of marriage, and we need to focus on our own development, so it's always been just the two of us. After being together for so long, we both started to experience a kind of aesthetic fatigue and needed something new. We've considered divorce, but we can't bear to leave each other. Then the root of the problem arises again: we've both lost interest in sex. My husband said he wanted to have sex with someone else, to try something different. Whether it was out of a desire for excitement or something else, I actually agreed with his idea. We're both looking for opportunities, both hoping for a different kind of life.

Our neighbor was a well-behaved and gentle girl, studying for her PhD here alone, while her husband lived in another city. Loneliness and fate brought us closer. I would occasionally joke about her and my husband, and she wouldn't object; my husband would secretly smile sweetly. I asked my husband, "Do you like her? Do you want to have sex with her?" My husband was a little embarrassed. "I used to say I wanted to have sex with someone, but that was just a joke. I wouldn't have sex with a strange woman." I jokingly said, "Let you two develop your feelings slowly."

The opportunity came in October 2005. The last typhoon swept through our city, and we were well-prepared based on the weather forecast. Returning home from shopping, I ran into her. I asked her if she was ready, and she said her advisor had asked her to come to his house and would pick her up soon. I said, "Since you're alone anyway, why don't you not go to your advisor's house? It's awkward at other people's homes. Stay with us; the three of us can play cards and chat." She agreed and called her advisor to tell him not to come. We were all from out of town. Everyone else had left, leaving only the three of us at the research center because we lived there. The typhoon was huge. We kept the doors and windows closed and waited for it to end.

We talked a lot; this was the first time we'd been so close since we'd known each other for over a year. My girlfriend and I slept in the bed, while my husband slept on the sofa in the same room, just in case anything happened. The wind and rain raged all night, but we remained calm and peaceful. The next day, we woke up to find the typhoon had caused a lot of damage; trees were broken, and the power was out. The radio said a city was completely flooded. Luckily, we weren't in the typhoon's epicenter. My husband and girlfriend worked at a research institute; they didn't have to go to work, but I had to. Because we had prepared the day before, we had plenty of food and drink. I went to work, leaving the two of them behind. At that moment, I didn't think about anything else; work was the most important thing.

My husband called and said that the center's leaders said that due to the typhoon, too many power poles in our area had fallen, and repairs couldn't be completed immediately, so there would be no power for the next 20 days, meaning we could have about a 20-day holiday. My husband was very happy; he could rest. Oh no! I had to go back to work, because my workplace is in the city, and there was no power outage there. Worried that he'd be bored, I half-jokingly said, "Didn't you say you wouldn't have sex with a woman you don't have feelings for? Now you have a chance to cultivate feelings." There was a cheerful laugh on the other end of the phone.

When I got home, I saw them chatting together. Since there was nothing to do, they cooked something together. Because of the experiment, this girl's office had a generator, which could maintain the refrigerator temperature and also be used for the computer. Without the computer, my husband was like a mother without children. They told me they ate lunch together and then went online together. After the girl went home to sleep, lying in bed, I asked my husband, "How are you feeling?" My husband hugged me and said, "Wife, I only love you in this world. I believe in our love, truly." I felt an indescribable flutter in my heart; I really wanted to see what my husband looked like having sex with someone else. I believe that loving someone means making them happy; if they're happy, I'm happy too. Besides, a little excitement is needed to spice things up in our marriage—that's my personal opinion. I also wanted to know if my husband would actually have sex with her. I kept teasing him verbally, and my husband said, "Don't say I'm being overly enthusiastic; you're making me so aroused." But I emphasized one point: because I love you, I'm letting you have sex with someone else. I want you to be happy. If you have sex with her, I want to be there to watch. And you absolutely cannot have sex with her alone, or our love will end. My husband was already sleepy and vaguely agreed to my demands.

The days that followed are unimaginable. I went to work during the day, and they spent their days together. When I came home at night, we joked around a bit, and my husband told me he felt pretty good, just like it was fun, like a game. The past two weeks (Taipei Erotic Website 757h) had fostered a slight attraction between them, and they would blush at the occasional unintentional joke. I knew they still hadn't crossed that threshold. The girl's husband had visited the city in August and left in September, meaning they hadn't been intimate for a month. Perhaps she was missing him. The electricity came back on, but they still cooked and ate together, showing no signs of wanting to separate.

When I got home, we usually chatted for a while. I can't remember how we talked about sex one day after dinner. From the conversation, I learned she hadn't watched any adult films. I suddenly remembered that I had several downloaded AVs on my husband's office computer. I suggested we take her laptop to my husband's office to copy them for her. We went out together and headed straight to our destination, where I copied all my adult films for her. On the way back, I suggested we watch them at my house. She didn't object, and my husband didn't say anything. We went back inside and sat on the sofa. We watched a movie together. My husband, embarrassed, stayed in his room. The movie was intense, and we were both getting a little restless. I stood up, grabbed a bottle of water, and gave her one too. Then I asked my husband if he wanted some water. He opened the door and took the water from my hand. I grabbed him and said we should watch together. He refused, but I dragged him to the sofa and pressed him between us. We all watched the movie together. She didn't react at all and didn't seem to want to leave. I wondered what she was thinking.

We weren't all calm. I glanced at my husband and her faces; they looked excited, their faces flushed. I knew the game had started. I nudged my husband's arm to get him to act, but he glared at me, meaning I should shut up. I ignored him. I knew they were embarrassed, and I had to do something to help them. So I stood up and grabbed a thin sheet to cover us, to make us more discreet. With this thin covering, my husband started to get bolder. Because we were sitting on the sofa, I could secretly see his hand slowly slipping down her back, gently caressing her waist through her clothes. She trembled slightly but didn't resist. My husband grew bolder, gently unbuttoning her clothes and sliding his hand under her slender waist. She was 1.6 meters tall and weighed just over 90 pounds, quite thin. His hand continued to gently caress her from top to bottom, and she didn't resist. He felt more at ease, his hand slowly moving upwards, embracing her waist and reaching towards her chest.

I clearly felt her whole body tremble, but when my husband's hand touched her breasts, I looked at her face—a mixture of ecstasy and anticipation. My husband, excited, touched her breast with one hand. Slowly, he used his other hand to untie her bra strap and began to caress her wantonly. She began to moan softly, her eyes becoming hazy. My husband had excitedly removed her top, lying half-naked in a corner of the sofa, passionately kissing her breasts. Actually, I was also very excited; I'll never forget that scene. She offered no resistance, simply wrapping her arms around my husband's neck and kissing him in return.

I told my husband to carry her inside, and he actually stood up to pick her up, but I don't know if he was too excited and weak, because he couldn't lift her. I think he should go to the gym more often. My husband half-carried, half-pulled her into the house and closed the door behind him. It was dark inside, and I felt a little abandoned. I secretly followed her to the door, eavesdropping. But there were no other sounds. Anyway, after a few minutes in the room, I heard her say to my husband, "No, no," and so on. I heard my husband reply, "Okay, okay, I'll just hold you." Nothing more was done, and soon they came out, both of them looking awkward.

After she left, I asked my husband if they had done it. My husband said no, that she was scared and we were just holding each other. He said I had to respect her wishes, and I didn't want to force it, but I already knew this was a breakthrough; I knew she liked me and was starting to accept me. I said there was still one more step, and I had to give him one more push. I told him he had to treat me well from now on and not change his mind. My husband promised. Actually, I know my husband loves me very much; we just lack passion.

I decided to go see what she was doing. When I got to her house, she had just finished showering. I told her to come to my room and chat with me; we could sleep in bed together while my husband slept on the sofa, like during a typhoon. She initially didn't want to go, but after some persuasion, she agreed, though she still needed to dry her hair. I told her I had to go first and take a shower, and she could come over when she was done. She came over shortly after I finished showering, and we got into bed and started chatting, though I can't remember exactly what we talked about. My husband didn't come in; he slept on the sofa in the living room. I said to her, "How about this, it's a bit cold outside, I'll ask my husband to come to bed."

She said no, please don't mind. I reassured her that my husband would have his own blanket, and I would sleep in the middle with her. She nodded in agreement. I went out to call my husband in; he seemed a little embarrassed. I said, "It's just a chat, is that alright?" I pulled him in, and we started chatting. They were both distracted, talking about completely unrelated things. It was late, and I knew they were still a little uncomfortable. I deliberately went to the bathroom and came back. When I got into bed, I pushed my husband to the middle and said I wasn't used to sleeping in the middle, so he could sleep there. I pulled her blanket over him. I was actually very conflicted. To be honest, I didn't want my husband to have sex with her at all. This game was just to test his feelings and see if he could hold out. Maybe I was a little despicable, forgetting the girl's feelings, but people also want to seek something different when they're bored. I also wanted to see how my husband had sex with someone else. These two feelings were contradictory, but they seemed to be somewhat related.

In the darkness, I could only feel them kissing, caressing, and rolling around. The heavy breathing and low sounds of rejection made me afraid to move. Was I afraid of ruining their time, or was I worried that they actually did it? I didn't even know myself. But I could tell they were fine all night because I couldn't feel the bed shaking or making any noise. He slept with her all night; we all slept naked because I secretly lifted the corner of my husband's blanket and snuggled up to his back. She was petite, nestled in my husband's arms. I wanted my husband to hold me like before, but I'm too tall, 169 cm. My husband used to say it was hard to carry me, but he didn't say that when we first got married; he loved holding my big baby. At dawn, the girl got dressed and left. My husband and I were very tired and went back to sleep, each in our own rooms. I forgot to add that this was a few days before Thanksgiving, a weekend after the worst typhoon to hit New Orleans. When I woke up, I jokingly asked my husband if he was right, but I already knew the answer. I invited her over for lunch, and she didn't refuse. For the next few days, we stayed together every day, but it was limited to my husband cuddling her while sleeping; nothing more happened. It seems my husband is still trying to cultivate a relationship with her; after all, I was at work during the day and didn't know their specific situation. She might be thinking about what to do next. The day that day finally arrived was Thanksgiving.

Over the long weekend, she told us she was going to stay with a friend in Orlando for a few days, and she left in the morning. Secretly, I was happy; I could finally have a few quiet days alone with my husband (Taipei Erotic Website 757h), and I also wanted to talk to him about it. I emphasized again, "Honey, I just want you to be happy because I love you." Perhaps you think I'm weird or have mental problems; I've read everyone's replies. However, I don't approve of them having sex; there are other issues.

I hoped my husband could firmly reject my strange idea and stop going with her. But he told me she liked him, and she told him she didn't want to go to Orlando at all, she just wanted to be with him, but she also wanted to calm down. The more I outwardly encouraged him to continue seeing her, the more I inwardly opposed it. But the words were already out, and I couldn't take them back, and I wanted to see how things would unfold. I made a bet with him: if she came back instead of going to Orlando for my sake, we could be intimate, on one condition: I couldn't have sex with her alone. He said he absolutely wouldn't, because he only loved me. We were each other's first love; neither of us had ever dated before we met. I have a straightforward personality, probably because I was born and raised in Chongqing, and maybe it's because I eat too much chili. But my husband and I couldn't control our thoughts in the days that followed.

In the afternoon, I actually saw her car return, and I felt a chill run down my spine. What I didn't want to happen, happened anyway. Since I'd already started, I decided to continue being the good guy. I went to see her and asked why she came back. She said

the drive was too far and she felt tired, so she didn't want to go anymore. During our chat, I couldn't help but lie, saying, "Do you know my husband likes you?" But why wasn't I angry? You know, our marriage has long been a sham, the love is long gone, we're only together for the sake of our status and mutual support. Don't be afraid, I already have someone else in my heart. You should pursue the person you like. She also told me some things about herself. Her husband is her teacher, and it was with his encouragement that she continued her studies abroad for graduate school. He was unwilling to come to China, and they were never officially married. The marriage certificate was forged by her husband in China so he could come to see her. I realized she was actually a free spirit, because her master's advisor in China was her husband's former university class teacher. Her husband helped her get into graduate school, and later, it was her advisor who sent her abroad on a government scholarship. Perhaps she didn't love her husband at all, but simply offered herself to him out of desperation. I asked about her sex life, and she said it was infrequent. Before, when they lived in China, they were in different cities, about a 4-5 hour drive apart, and she rarely went back. This time, her husband came for about a month, and they only had sex twice. Everyone thinks that's a bit strange, right? She and her husband haven't seen each other for over a year, and only twice? That's too little. I asked her if she liked my husband, and she nodded. I said, "Wait a moment, I'll call my husband over to talk to you."

My husband came over, and I said I'd go cook first, and they could talk. I excused myself and left, leaving the two of them alone. My heart was bleeding, but I had to bear it. They stayed for about an hour, during which time I didn't do anything (Taipei Erotic Website 757h) and didn't go in. My mind was blank, my thoughts were in turmoil, and I really hoped they would come back soon and not leave me alone in the room. I had the urge to eavesdrop at her door, and I even wanted to break in, but I restrained myself. My husband came back alone first, looking very happy, his face flushed, and his eyebrows dancing. I suppressed my anger and asked, "Didn't you promise me you wouldn't have sex with her alone? Did you two do it?" My husband washed his hands, hugged me, and said, "Honey, I promised you I wouldn't have sex. We just touched and kissed, and I honestly admitted she gave me oral sex." I was so angry that I stood up abruptly, yelling, "You, you, you..." I couldn't find the right words to say anything. My husband gently pulled me close and said, "Honey, thank you for giving me this different feeling. It really feels like I'm back to the heart-pounding excitement of our first time making love. It's all thanks to you. I'll never forget you, I'll love you until I die." Poor woman, she lost her mind so easily to sweet words. "Let's keep cooking," he said, "let's call her over to eat with us." Without hesitation, he went to call her, leaving me, this fool, to continue cooking.

After dinner, she went to take a shower. My husband also told me a secret. During the few days I was at work before Thanksgiving, she had secretly given him oral sex. I know my husband is a germaphobe; he would never do that for her. Also, my husband hates body hair, he thinks it's dirty. They had showered together before, so one afternoon he shaved her completely clean. But he emphasized one point: they didn't have sex. I believed him.

Actually, I don't understand myself at all; I still don't understand what I'm doing. Maybe everyone thinks this is impossible, but it really happened in my life. Read on. After

dinner, you all know what happened, right? This was their first real sexual encounter. It wasn't long, but it was intense. I remained quiet on the side. Actually, in the dark, I couldn't see anything, I could only feel. After the men finished, they both fell into a deep sleep. I didn't sleep all night, and neither did she. I saw her cover him with a blanket in the middle of the night and gently kiss his face. The three of us slept together that night, though actually only one of us slept. Who can understand how she and I felt? I was disappointed and sad, while she was happy and content. Around 5 a.m., my husband woke up too. We all got up to go to the bathroom, rinsed our mouths to clear our breath, and then went back to bed. My husband was the last to wash up. When he went, I asked her how she felt, and she said she felt comfortable. We started to relax a bit; we were all familiar with each other and could chat and laugh. While I was in the bathroom, I secretly turned up the air conditioner temperature

. As dawn broke, the temperature rose, and they couldn't keep up with the blankets. I secretly wrote the same word repeatedly on my husband's back with my finger, reminding him to continue making love. He was actually holding her the whole time, his back to me. I gently kissed his back, making him feel ticklish. He couldn't resist, his hands started to wander, and she began to react intensely, hiding in my husband's arms and kissing his manhood passionately. I could vaguely see it, but I was too embarrassed to sit up and look, and it wasn't very bright yet, so I remained still, giving them a moment of peace. But my husband couldn't resist and lay on top of her again. He was moving up and down, the blanket on his waist, and all I could see were her breasts, small and perky. I had an urge to touch them, but I didn't dare. Afterwards, we were all exhausted, and when I woke up it was already noon.

This long weekend, we repeated the same thing, and I didn't see much. She was quite considerate; when I went to work, they would cook lunch together and then go to work. When I came home in the evening, she was usually not there. Oh, I forgot to mention, when she first came, we took her grocery shopping, but nothing happened, it was all normal. Four months later, she bought a car, and then a friend of mine's two children needed to learn Chinese. I didn't have time, so I introduced her to them, and she's been teaching the children for almost a year now. She used to go to class on weekends, but after we started this relationship, she changed her schedule, going during the week and resting on weekends. So she comes home quite late at night, and we usually go to bed first. But I can't be intimate with my husband anymore; he doesn't touch me much, just holds me while we sleep. I asked him how he felt, and he felt like the happiest and most content person in the world because he had no burdens, even though I knew and tacitly approved of his actions. But he still feels guilty, after all, we still have feelings for each other. He genuinely said he was grateful to me for giving him a completely different experience and is still continuing his vow. But I'm starting to feel a little uneasy. Seeing him enjoy it makes me very unhappy, but we don't show it. I think what attracts him to her is the same as what I feel: he's smart and outstanding. He's the youngest in his family; his older brother is a renowned doctor, and his sister and brother-in-law are both professors who studied engineering. His brother-in-law also runs a business and is very well-off. My husband's father was persecuted during the Cultural Revolution and died near the end. However, he was exonerated; if my father-in-law hadn't been persecuted (he died at the age of 18), he would have been a provincial governor.

He's ambitious and musically inclined, a skilled guitarist, and an excellent harmonica player. He can play any instrument he can sing beautifully. He often performs for us when he has free time, which is something he's quite proud of. So I think she's growing to like him more and more, and I'm starting to get a little scared.

My mother-in-law arrived in the US about three weeks after Thanksgiving. In the past three weeks, I haven't actually been home during the day, so I don't know what they've been doing. But I still believe my husband's vow that he will never have sex with her alone. She seems to enjoy these days (Taipei Erotic Website 757h), buying groceries and cooking for my husband. My husband hates cooking, but he's okay at everything else. We all get along peacefully, except that we mostly have sex at night, so I can't see clearly. Anyway, I won't join in; I stick to my principles. My mother-in-law's arrival has brought many inconveniences, but I told her that this girl is all alone here, and everyone knows that America is very lonely. We're not in school anymore, and there are hardly any other Chinese people there. So we cooked together. My mother-in-law is a good person and didn't say anything. She started cooking lunch for the two of them since I wasn't home for lunch. But I cooked dinner, and the four of us ate together. My mother-in-law didn't notice anything amiss. This made it less convenient for her to come to our house on weekends, although she did come secretly, leaving very early in the morning. My mother-in-law got up at 5 a.m.

During this time, I learned that they had an argument. The reason was that before, we only had one car. Starting in 2006, my husband needed to commute to another city, less than two hours away. So after my mother-in-law came, the four of us went to a car dealership together. We asked her to accompany my mother-in-law so my husband and I could negotiate with the dealer. We spent a whole day there, with my husband and I spending most of the time looking at cars while she accompanied my mother-in-law. The price wasn't right, and then a friend of mine was selling a used car, which we thought was good, so we gave up on the new car. She didn't say anything when we came back that day, which was Saturday. The next day, she didn't come over at noon, and my husband went to her office to look for her in the afternoon. Later, my husband told me that she felt like an outsider, not fully integrated into his life. He felt it was pointless that he hadn't consulted her about buying the car, and wanted to break up. I didn't want to find out the specifics of their conversation, but anyway, she came over for dinner that night.

Around Christmas, her friend's family came to visit. They didn't come very often, but one day I was at work, and my husband took my mother-in-law, her, and her friend's family to the park. She was very happy, especially without me. However, I learned from my husband that her friend had noticed something was wrong with her towards him; her eyes were strange. She didn't object, admitting she just liked him. Her friend also cheated on him. This woman was my husband's classmate, but she was more successful than him. She was also on a government scholarship, had her own research project, and even helped my husband with his studies. Back in China, she was already with a married man, but he divorced his wife for her and gave her 300,000 yuan of his savings. However, she didn't divorce him for the sake of her child, but she never had sex with her husband anymore. I don't know what her husband was thinking, but anyway, he came to the United States. They continued to maintain this family even though they no longer had love, which is not easy.

Before the New Year, her friend left. We went to see the New Year's fireworks together. While waiting for the fireworks, she told my husband it was New Year's Day and she wanted to spend the night with him. When we got home, my husband started to get restless, tossing and turning in bed. Actually, I didn't want him to go; I wanted to spend it alone with him. We hadn't made love in a long time, and I felt he'd been "clean" for a week, so he was both wanting and not wanting to. But judging from his expression, he wasn't interested in me at all. Since he couldn't sleep, I figured I might as well give in to him. I said, "Let's go to his room together. It's inconvenient if she comes. Anyway, Mom knows we're sleeping in tomorrow, so she'll go out for a stroll, and we can sneak back home." My husband completely agreed. We knocked on the door, and she opened it. She seemed a little uncomfortable at first, but quickly adjusted. She only had one large blanket, and the bed was small, a full-size one. I got into bed first, and they sat beside me, looking a little awkward. I said, "Come on in, it's late." They slowly came up too. Because we were all sharing a blanket, we felt a bit awkward and restrained. A strange thought welled up inside me. It was still quite hot with three people under one blanket, so I said, "Let's take off our pajamas; I like to sleep naked." Saying this, I stripped myself completely naked. They didn't react, and I got a little annoyed. I said, "We're not doing anything, it's just too hot. It's not fair if you don't take your clothes off. I'm not having it!" My husband had no choice but to take his off, and she did too.

A friend had just said that my husband doesn't want to hurt her feelings by never touching me, and I didn't understand then. Now I do. I've never made love to my husband in front of her; we've done it behind her back.

The foreplay lasted a long time; my husband kept touching her, both top and bottom. I could feel his hands moving. My husband's hands were already making her very aroused, but I kept writing things on his back that only we could understand, basically telling him to have sex with her. I was already starting to want to watch their performance. Finally inside, they began to moan with pleasure. Wanting a better view, I turned on the bedside lamp. They seemed a little uncomfortable at first, but gradually, the pleasure numbed them. I could see clearly, and I felt a real, tangible pleasure myself. Actually, I couldn't resist any longer. I turned to my side and kissed her neck. She didn't resist, even responding gently. I grew bolder, gently sliding my hand towards her breasts, which trembled. Her reaction became even more intense. I felt my husband was going crazy with excitement, with two women with him. My husband lowered his head to kiss my face, and I pulled away somewhat reluctantly. But I became more uninhibited, and began kissing her breasts. That night, we both had orgasms.

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