My wife and I's romantic 3P story

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I want to explain that this process was actually very complicated for me, hard to describe in words. Only those who have experienced it can truly understand. There was a sense of humiliation and exhaustion, but more than anything, there was the feeling of watching her ecstasy, like seeing your child running towards you with a university acceptance letter after all that hardship. Let me tell you slowly.
When we got home, the room was filled with a joyful atmosphere. She nestled in my arms, and I asked her how she felt. She asked in what way? I said physically. She said he wasn't as good as me, he was longer but not as thick, he was a stranger, but I was her haven. She's always been very understanding, I knew she would say that. And emotionally? She said she felt like it was a wedding, I was the father, he was the husband. I joked, "Can I fall in love with my daughter?" She scolded me for incest... Before she could even utter the word "incest," our lips were already pressed together, and then we began our "father-daughter" incest...
The next day, I remember clearly, the weather was fine. He went back to Xi'an. She was a little disappointed, but without him, we were still very content. We took the child fishing, enjoying the sunshine and the joy of family life.
After that, we both changed quite a bit. Our routine of twice-a-week meals suddenly changed. We left our mark everywhere – cooking together, admiring the moon on the balcony, unexpected events in the car… Even stranger, she became increasingly shy while her skin improved.
Summer arrived before we knew it, and we went to the beach to escape the heat. The waves, like her legs coiled around her waist like snakes, lapped at my restless heart, making me unable to resist. We made love in the sea, and after nine o'clock at night, when the swimmers had all gone, we lay on the beach, using the sky as our blanket and the earth as our bed, gladly accepting the blessings of couples who happened to bump into us. Our
summer honeymoon quickly passed, and we returned to reality. We went to the mobile phone counter in that mall, but he had already resigned, his phone was off, and we had no idea where he was. We could only leave disappointed.
That autumn, as the leaves began to fall and the weather grew colder, I took her to choose autumn clothes. Little did we know it would turn into our absurd story. She took a liking to a young salesman, and I tried to set them up. In the fitting room, they completed their sexual encounter in less than ten minutes. When the sounds of their uncontrollable moans drifted over, I blushed deeply, seeing the bewildered expression on the other saleswoman's face.
Time flew by, and nothing similar ever happened again. Spring arrived in 2014 as scheduled. In this season of renewal (and rebirth), our hearts were stirred once more. It was the season for our daughter's wedding, and I decided to let her get married.
The groom was one of her subordinates, a graduate student. He would come to help out from time to time for work purposes, and I developed a trust in him, though I wouldn't say I liked him. Meanwhile, because I had to take care of my child's schooling, I could only come back to take care of her on weekends. I accompanied them a few times, and they gradually developed a tacit understanding. We found a house nearby. The landlord had just moved out. Although it was only 30 square meters, it had a basic bathroom and a simple kitchen, so I could quickly replenish his nutrition after his hard work.
On our wedding day, the three of us—me as the father, him as the groom—each embraced her and was embraced by her. Bathed in the red glow of the wedding dress, in that small house, they became husband and wife. For about seven or eight months afterward, every night after ten o'clock, they would meet there and make love. I would take the children home every weekend, he would go back to school, and she would stay with me. Until one day, he told me he had a girlfriend. She buried her face in my arms and cried. I asked her, "You've been telling him what women need. He's found his place and is trying to cherish a girl. Isn't that what you've been hoping for?" Only then did she stop crying and smile.
Typing is too tiring, so I'll keep it long and omit the details. The gist is this: In late 2014, she was diagnosed with cancer and passed away in 2015. I was left with my child, deeply cherishing this extraordinary experience. I will never forget the moment she peacefully passed away in my arms.
I hope to receive understanding; we are both mortals. I hope that my spirit and hers in heaven will receive your blessings, to create life, to enlighten life, to cherish life, and to love my wife, children, and family. I also hope that those who agree with this viewpoint are my friends.
My experience tells me that a man doesn't necessarily need a mistress besides his wife; a wife herself can be a mistress if you're willing to explore that area. However, a wife absolutely needs a boyfriend. A wife with a boyfriend is truly a rare beauty, if he doesn't lose his charm.

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