Wife Meets Mistress (Part 2)

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On the evening of April 18th, I went to take a shower while my wife was chatting. A little while later, she came in to shower too. I pulled her close in the bathroom and thrust into her from behind a few times. I knew she was going to have a big fight the next day, so I didn't do much more. After we got into bed, she asked if I really agreed to let her meet him. I said yes. She handed me her phone and said, "If you don't regret it, just agree to go tomorrow morning." It turned out she was chatting with her lover, and he was asking what time they would arrive, etc. Now she was giving me the answer, clearly to gauge my attitude. In other words, if she agreed, it would be my agreement, leaving herself an escape route. I was answering for her. She also told me about the bus that departed around 6:00 AM the next day, arriving around 9:00 AM. I sent him the information she gave me. It turned out my wife had checked the departure schedule at the station during the day and had everything prepared. After talking to him, we didn't say much and just told each other to go to sleep early. Holding her, I felt uneasy. I knew they would meet sooner or later; this day had finally come…
April 19th, a day etched into our life's history. She got up early in the morning, washed and dressed, and came to my bedside to say I was leaving. I responded, and she leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I reached out and hugged her, thinking to myself that my wife wouldn't be the same after she came back.
My wife texted me after getting on the train, saying she was leaving soon. I replied, "Is it a direct train?" She said yes. I told her to let me know when she arrived and wished her a safe journey and a good time. She replied, "Thank you." I repeated what I had said to her before, asking for her messages, photos, and videos. She said okay. I added, "You know I truly love you, that's enough. Our methods might not be acceptable to everyone, but I hope to spend as much time as possible with you in our limited lives, to be as happy and fulfilled as possible." And so, my wife went to see her lover, and my heart was filled with tension, panic, emptiness, helplessness, and fear. I didn't know what the consequences of this decision would be. I didn't feel the excitement that netizens described. I knew she wouldn't give me photos or videos; even if my wife wanted to, he wouldn't agree.
At 8:49, she texted saying she got off the train but still had to take a bus to meet him. He couldn't pick her up because he was still working, and asked her to wait a while. At 10:33, she texted again saying she was settled in and going to eat, telling me not to worry. From then on, I was glued to my phone, waiting for her messages. I felt a mix of emotions: sadness, anxiety, emptiness, helplessness, and excitement. My penis would soften and harden repeatedly, and I'd picture them doing it, imagining his triumphant smile, feeling like he'd gotten a great deal. In a daze, it wasn't until 5:35 that she sent a picture. I was too afraid to open it—could it be a picture of them in bed? I went to a secluded spot and opened it—damn, it was a screenshot of the teacher's homework notification for her son. I thought she wouldn't send that picture.
The wait was agonizing… Perhaps my feelings are different from yours. If she had met one of the people we'd all been with for a threesome, would I feel this way?! The night was even harder. I don't know where the pleasure in HQ lies? The pleasure of this torment far outweighed the excitement. I wondered how many times they'd done it, what kind of orgasm my wife had. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. I felt uncomfortable, and my erection was painful, so I masturbated… I calmed down a bit. It was already past 1 a.m. I thought they were asleep, so I should sleep too. But I woke up again around 3 a.m. and couldn't fall back asleep. I foolishly browsed other people's experiences on 69.com. Why is my mindset different from yours? Is it because my heart isn't ready yet? Or should I not have let her meet her lover?
I agreed to let her meet him because I wanted her to enjoy sex. Meeting him is just about sex, and who she does it with doesn't matter. Wouldn't it be more satisfying for her to do what she wants? She also said that it felt great with him, but I didn't experience that feeling. I know that every man is different, every woman is different, and orgasms are different. Isn't that what I wanted my wife to experience? I've experienced what female orgasms are like, but I haven't seen it in my wife. Those women said they had the same feeling as me, but since they can't do it with their husbands, let other men let my wife experience different sensations!
At 11:52 AM, she finally wrote, saying she was back. I asked why she hadn't told me she was coming back before getting on the bus. She said she'd told me at home she'd be home that morning. I said, "How am I supposed to know if you're back if you don't tell me? You're just making me worry!" She replied, "I'm home now, waiting for you to come home tonight," adding two suggestive emojis.
My heart finally calmed down, but I couldn't feel happy. I quietly waited to get off work, wondering what awaited me next.
When I got home, my wife was cooking, wearing pajamas, her hair wet. I asked if she'd showered. She leaned against me and kissed me, saying yes. I asked if her vagina had been cleaned, and if there was any semen left. "Yes, it's gone," she said. On the way home, I thought about having sex with her as soon as I got home, to experience what it felt like to penetrate a vagina still wet with semen. That wish would never come true. I asked her again if she had a good time on her trip. She said, "Yes, I had. We hadn't seen each other for almost three years, how could I not be happy?" She asked if I would still allow her to go again. I shook my head. She said, "Why are you like this? I made her happy to see you, and now I'm disappointing her." I asked, "How many times?" She told me to guess. I said five times, and she said about that. I said, "Then six times," and she said yes. I asked how many orgasms she had, and she said three. She said she rarely has sex at home because her wife is frigid, so he came quickly the first time, and she didn't reach orgasm because she couldn't keep up with his rhythm. It was their first time right after they got a hotel room. The second time, after dinner, she orgasmed and felt great, a different feeling from mine. It was a traditional position. She said his glans was bigger than mine, and the friction inside felt great, so she orgasmed. She had never orgasmed with me in the traditional position. The third time was
before work at 2 PM after a nap. Her wife was on top, but she didn't orgasm when she was on top. They had sex twice more that night, and she orgasmed once. The next morning, before checking out, they had sex for the sixth time, and she orgasmed again…
We quickly finished dinner, I showered, went to bed, and started having sex. I felt quite excited. We did oral sex on each other for a while, and I asked them if they had done oral sex on each other. They said yes. It wasn't particularly good during sex; in fact, it didn't feel as good as usual. She wasn't really in the mood. I ejaculated, but she didn't orgasm. She probably tried, maybe she was tired, or maybe she was thinking about his feelings. We started with the traditional missionary position, and I asked her if that was okay. She said that two guys are different, it feels different, and she didn't feel anything when I did it that way. After we finished, we talked some more. She was chatting with her lover, and he asked me what I asked her when we got home. She replied that I asked how many times we did it, how many times she orgasmed, and what positions we used. I also told him that we had already done it once and that I wanted to do it again; she was waiting for me. Before going to bed, we did it again. This time, I wanted anal penetration, and she said okay. She said her wife's anus is easy to penetrate, and it didn't hurt her. When I penetrated her, she touched her clitoris herself. Normally, she can orgasm in just a few minutes, and she said that the feeling was even better than vaginal penetration. She just felt a little empty inside. At that point, I would say, "Then it would be even better if someone filled your vagina." Tonight, penetration went smoothly, and she was touching her clitoris, but she couldn't feel anything. She frowned, looking unhappy, and even asked me to penetrate deeper. Seeing this, my penis immediately went soft, and we ended things unpleasantly.
In short, my wife's trip to see her lover didn't yield the results I wanted, nor did it deepen our relationship. I feel my decision was wrong, and I'm not mentally prepared to accept sexual activity and threesomes. Netizens, do you think I should still agree to let my wife see her lover again? Can my sexual activity and threesomes continue?
This is my true experience over the past few days. I'm not commenting on my writing style, just recording what happened. Feel free to leave a comment and give me your opinion. Thank you for reading.

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