My own experience

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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 A. Xiao A 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 A chatted incessantly, laughing happily when they talked. After some time, Xiao A 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 human nature.
During one of our intimate moments, I suddenly asked my wife what she thought of Xiao A. She was taken aback: "Hmm, not bad, quite nice." So I continued, "Don't you want him to enter your body, like I do?" Her face flushed, and she didn't speak. I felt that she might be fantasizing about me as A during sex. I asked her this a few times, and at first, she would always 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 heard my wife and A talking about each other in a flirtatious way. Actually, women all want people to say they're beautiful. As long as the man is someone she likes, and he keeps saying how beautiful she is, it's easy for a woman to be won over.
Then one day, A said, "Brother, why don't you come over on Saturday? Let's meet." 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 understood what I meant: "Really? Are we going?" I nodded: "It's okay, let's meet. I believe you want what's best for you, really." I held my wife's hand.
On the way there, I drove, my mind racing. I stole glances at my wife; her face was flushed, suggesting she was even more agitated. We chatted idly, the car CD player playing Wang Leehom's songs.
We arrived in A's city, booked a room, and I called A to arrange a coffee shop nearby. 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 swayed 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, a pang of jealousy in my heart.
We arrived at our agreed-upon spot, and I saw a young man in a pink short-sleeved shirt stand up. He was about 1.8 meters tall, handsome and sunny, wearing light blue Korean-style cropped jeans—a very fashionable and youthful look, exactly what my wife liked. It seemed this young man had already figured out my wife's taste. We chatted briefly. My wife and he had lost the relaxed and unrestrained manner they displayed online. I did most of the talking, while he chatted with us about his studies, graduation plans, and some current events. During our conversation, I noticed that Xiao A's eyes kept darting around my wife, seemingly distracted. My wife's face was flushed; perhaps this young man reminded her of her own youth. We had lunch. Xiao A was very friendly and polite, displaying a gentlemanly demeanor, proactively offering my wife various favors, which she found very endearing. However,
I sensed that my wife seemed nervous. I gently asked her, "What's wrong?" My wife gently tugged at my sleeve, so I followed her to the bathroom door. I asked, "What's wrong?" My wife whispered, "Honey, I don't want to do that today." I asked, "Don't you like him?" My wife 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." My wife 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. Her deliberate dressing today and her expression just now clearly showed that 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 to see the young man. Little A looked at us, a little nervous: "What's wrong, brother? Does your wife not like me?" I said, "No, Little A, my wife is a little nervous. How about this, do as I say? Only then can everyone experience the excitement today." Little A nodded, "Sure, brother, whatever you say." I nodded to my wife, and she smiled and came over. Little A said a few words of apology, saying he had to leave now and hoped to see me again sometime. My wife watched him leave with a deep, slightly melancholy look in her eyes. I knew in my heart: Wife, I know you best.
We returned to the hotel, and my wife hugged me: "Honey, I want you." I carried my wife to the bed and gently undressed her. Her two large, white breasts, like jade, were facing me. I lowered my head and ate her two fresh nipples. My wife let out a soft "Oh," and shifted slightly. I said, "You must have been sweating from nervousness. You even smell." My wife slapped my forehead: "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 bedroom door and called Xiao A. In less than five minutes, Xiao A arrived in our room.
I pointed to the half-open bathroom door and said to Xiao A, "Look, my wife is over there. Quickly take off your clothes and come in." Xiao A obeyed, removing all his clothes, revealing his strong muscles and masculine features. He quietly walked to the door, peered inside, and as he looked, his genitals hardened.
I gently nudged him from behind. He tensed up and backed away. I whispered in his ear, "Come in quickly. My wife is yours now. If you want to give up, leave now and don't play this game again." He looked at me, a resolute look in his flushed face. He gritted his teeth, pushed open the door, and went inside.
I turned around, 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 doing?" Little A 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 A's panting. The sounds gradually subsided, and I felt both excited and curious. My penis immediately became erect. I gently pushed open the door and saw my wife pinned against the wall by Xiao A, the two of them passionately kissing. Xiao A's hands were forcefully squeezing my wife's breasts, while my wife's hands were constantly rubbing Xiao A's large penis, making his bright red glans shiny and hard, as if it was about to slide between my wife's legs.
I quickly stripped off my clothes and went in. My wife gave me a resentful look, and I couldn't help but kiss her. She bent down and gave me and Xiao A oral sex. Xiao A kept moaning that it felt so good. Xiao A said, "Brother, you go first, demonstrate for me."
It was my first time having sex in front of a third person, and my virility seemed to be unleashed. I had never entered my wife's body so stimulatingly before. My wife kept moving her body while giving Xiao A oral sex until I ejaculated inside her. Then it was Xiao A's turn. Xiao A was wearing a condom. As soon as he penetrated my wife, her body writhed, and she made different moans. Xiao A kept thrusting, changing positions repeatedly. My wife reached orgasm again and again. Xiao A did it four times in total, and I did it three times. By the time it was all over, it was evening.
After Xiao A 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? 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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