I am not a virgin.

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My wife and I both have respectable professions and live a comfortable but not extravagant middle-class life. To be honest, my wife isn't the demure, classical beauty type; her features are striking, her figure slender yet voluptuous, and her skin, especially, is dazzlingly fair—the kind that arouses lust. I often feel fortunate to have such a beautiful wife, the kind others envy. I enjoy having her accompany me to various parties and revel in the envious and passionate glances from others.
My wife is a wonderful woman to me and our family. Before marriage, although she had relationships with other men, she never had sexual relations with any of them. After marriage, I occasionally heard her mention being "groped" by some colleagues at work, but it was only something like touching her thigh or pinching her breasts; in short, she truly hasn't had sexual relations with any other man besides me. I, on the other hand, am different. Due to work and business, I've secretly had affairs with quite a few women. But in reality, I feel that no woman outside of marriage can replace her.
This peaceful life lasted for two years; my wife's gentle nature and beautiful body brought me endless joy. As couples spend more time together, their feelings deepen, but some sensations slowly fade. Like intimacy, the passion, sweetness, and tenderness remain, but the blushing, heart-pounding excitement, the electric shock of skin-to-skin contact, the shy, reserved struggles—all are gone. This is inevitable; we are too familiar, too intimate. In fact, these feelings are very beautiful, but if possible, I wish to experience something entirely new with my wife.
I always looked forward to that exciting moment, but when it finally arrived, I felt like I was dreaming. It started one night in early November. As usual, my wife and I liked to talk before bed, discussing the pleasure and wonder sex brought us while making love. My wife and I have always had a very good relationship; we share almost everything. We tried various sexual techniques, some I taught ourselves, others learned from pornography. I don't know if other couples do this, but I know what we did was perfectly normal.
My wife told me she had read an article in the magazine *Ren Zhi Chu* about three families with six men and women engaging in couples' dating. My wife's department is mostly young people, and they subscribe to all sorts of magazines, including "The Beginning of Man" and "Family, Society and Life," which she often reads in her spare time.
She's discussed her thoughts on some articles with me in the past, touching on topics like sexual practices and lovers, and I enjoy discussing these issues with her. Neither of us is embarrassed; in fact, our discussions often become more exciting and stimulating.
The magazine article about a six-person party stirred up a lot of emotions in me, a complex mix of feelings. I also hoped she could provide some new excitement. Like many couples, I've imagined my wife having sex with multiple men, telling her these details during kisses and caresses in bed, arousing her to the point of ecstasy, leading to our shared climax.
After the passion subsided, my wife always thought I was just creating the atmosphere, that such a thing was completely impossible in real life.
My wife is a virtuous and conservative woman, as our sex life has proven.
However, her impulsiveness also reflects a common characteristic of women: a desire to try more men. This awareness is deeply ingrained in women's minds, though many never dare to cross the line in their entire lives. When we talk about it after experiencing intense pleasure, we all absolutely believe it's impossible for it to happen to us; we don't realize, or perhaps we're unwilling to realize, that we also have this transgressive desire in our subconscious.
I can't convince myself to encourage her to have a lover. Letting my wife go to another man in my life is something I can't bear, and besides, my wife would think I don't love her. A husband and wife each having their own affairs is also unacceptable; that would make family life like a disorganized mess, devoid of any joy, and besides, it's not much different from encouraging her to have a lover.
A man's desire to possess a woman compels me to keep my wife bound to my chariot. I don't appreciate couples engaging in casual sex; that way, my wife's sexual activities are not under my watchful eye, and she would think that men treat women as playthings for sexual stimulation, which is detrimental to our relationship. I only allow my wife to experience sexual pleasure under my complete control.
So, I thought….. I'll arrange everything. I'll find a stranger to participate, and I'll control the situation...
As a man, letting your wife do this with an acquaintance is incredibly embarrassing.
I patiently explained the dangers to my wife: if acquaintances do this, it will be awkward when they meet again, and they might not even be able to remain friends. Moreover, playing this game is different from couples playing together. The husband's wife is often unaware of the game. If her spouse finds out, it will not only cause conflict in their family but also severely damage the reputations of all three, bringing immeasurable losses to the family and their careers. The risk is too great. Furthermore, if my wife develops feelings for the acquaintance, the situation will become even more complicated, and the consequences even more unimaginable.
My wife thought my analysis made a lot of sense and said it would be best to find a stranger from out of town to play, not a local. I told her not to be so absolute; she could invite someone from the city she didn't know to play. My wife said she was afraid of running into an acquaintance. I reassured her that the city is so big, with tens of millions of people, it's unlikely to be that coincidental, and I have my own way of avoiding awkward situations.
My way of avoiding encountering acquaintances is: to find them online and contact them through the internet. My wife asked skeptically, "Are there really people like that?" I laughed and said, "There are plenty of people like that online." My wife doesn't use computers, let alone go online, so she knows very little about the new ways of dating reflected online. My specific steps were to first communicate with the online friend to gauge their character; I absolutely wouldn't let a vulgar person approach or harm my wife. If things went well, I'd ask them to send a photo to avoid encountering acquaintances, and also let my wife get a feel for their appearance to decide whether to meet them. If we could meet, we could have a real interaction and exchange, giving both of us the right to choose. If there were no problems, we'd move on to the practical stage.
I discussed this with my wife late into the night, asking if she agreed with my idea. She sleepily agreed, "You can handle everything; I'll listen to you."
That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, excited. My wife slept soundly beside me. I couldn't help but wonder, was she really agreeing to my plan, given her calm demeanor? On one hand, the thought of my wife being with someone else filled me with a sour, bitter feeling. On the other hand, if she really took that step, I felt I had done right by her, and a sense of relief washed over me…
The next evening, my wife went to a friend's house, and I stayed home and went online, entering a local chat room on Sina. My username was “Couple Online,” and immediately five or six netizens contacted me. During our conversations, I felt they were either of poor character or didn't have photos, so I eliminated them without hesitation.
Regarding my search for a partner, most netizens asked almost the same two questions: “Are you impotent?” “Is your wife too demanding?”
These people lacked a deep understanding of sex, which was both laughable and pathetic.
Finally, a netizen from Suzhou contacted me, saying he was 25 years old and would be in the city on a business trip the next day, saying he understood this lifestyle. During our conversation, I thought he was quite nice, and he eventually sent me his photo via email. I replied that I would decide after my wife returned.
When my wife returned, I immediately showed her the netizen's photo. My wife laughed, "You actually took it seriously? I was so sleepy last night, I only agreed because I wanted to go to bed..." It was like a bolt from the blue; I was completely stunned!
I pulled my wife down to sit and asked her to take a closer look at the online friend, saying the young man was quite handsome. But my wife was more interested in the vase next to the young man in the photo, praising its uniqueness and beauty, saying we should buy one like that sometime...
All my efforts last night were wasted. I could only obediently watch TV with my wife, trying to appease her with kind words, afraid she might misunderstand me...
However, I was still unwilling to give up after my wife's refusal.
After getting into bed, I imagined a threesome to tease her, arousing her greatly. At that moment, I lovingly told her that I was doing this because I truly loved her, it was an expression of my love, and I wanted to make my beloved wife happy, but I wouldn't allow anyone to take her away; this was the best way to play. My wife,
deeply moved by our passion, said that my thoughts showed a man's love for his wife had reached its highest level. She agreed to let me help her find a stranger online. She said the one in Beijing was indeed handsome, and I could reply to him.
The next morning, I immediately replied to the online friend, agreeing to meet and giving him my phone number. That
evening, my wife had a dinner engagement, so I stayed home and went online. The online friend didn't reply, which disappointed me. I felt that this kind of thing had to be done quickly; I was afraid my wife would change her mind if I waited too long.
I continued browsing Sina chat rooms, and a netizen contacted me. I felt this netizen's manner was mediocre, and his sexual intentions were too obvious. He asked if my wife was pretty and if she was willing to have sex, which was very offensive. My wife and I both oppose perverted sexual behavior. He was very eager to meet immediately, even saying he had his identification with him and would book a hotel room right away if possible. He told me his identity, saying he was a soldier, and gave me his phone number.
I thought soldiers, separated from their families, would have strong desires in this regard, but I really didn't appreciate his manner of speaking. I figured I might as well use him as a test subject, letting my wife meet him, just to give her some experience. I definitely wouldn't play a threesome with him.
I immediately called my wife to ask if the dinner was over. She said she was in a friend's car, already on her way home. Learning from the previous day's experience, fearing my wife might change her mind, I lied and said she should call me when she got home, and I would go for a walk with her. My wife was delighted and said she would let me know as soon as she got home. I met my
wife downstairs, opened the car door for her, and she asked in surprise, "Didn't we say we'd go for a walk together?" I laughed and replied, "Let's go for a drive; it's been a long time since we've had one." My wife said she was too full and really wanted to walk to digest. However, she still got into the car with me, and I drove straight to the agreed location.
My wife chattered on and on about the dinner party. It was a colleague's housewarming party, and he'd invited my wife and about 20 colleagues over. The men drank a lot and got quite boisterous. My wife paused here; knowing her temperament, I suspected something was wrong. I asked if someone had offended her. She nodded and continued, telling me that while everyone was drinking and making a ruckus, their department head, Director Liu, drunkenly moved up to her, put his arm around her shoulder, adjusted her collar, and then, under the guise of touching her fair neck, said with feigned concern, "Your clothes are beautiful, but unfortunately the collar isn't turned up properly."
The man's eyes gleamed with shameless lewdness. My wife had dressed carefully before going out, so she wouldn't have been inappropriately dressed. She knew he was deliberately taking advantage of her, but in front of everyone, she couldn't say anything, though she felt incredibly uncomfortable.
Director Liu was bald and known for his womanizing ways in their workplace, but he was also cheerful and witty, often surrounded by a large group of women. I knew him. In the past, I would have been furious if I had known about this. Although I still felt uncomfortable hearing it now, I thought it was just colleagues flirting, and nothing too outrageous, so there was no need to take it too seriously. Besides, my eagerness to get my wife to meet the online friend seemed to lessen my resentment towards Director Liu.
So I comforted my wife, saying, "He's had too much to drink. Don't take him seriously. If he goes too far later, just tell me, and I'll deal with him..."
After a few words of reassurance, I cautiously asked her if she wanted to meet the online friend. She asked what kind of friend, and I replied that he was a soldier.
As we approached the agreed-upon location, I pulled the car over and said, "Is it just a meeting? I don't want to do anything tonight. Consider it a little exercise for you." My wife realized I was serious and angrily refused, "Huh...you're not serious, are you? I thought it was just a joke. This won't do! I have a husband too. Go see him yourself, I'm not going!" And
that was the end of it. The drive home was silent, and I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart. My wife's loyalty deeply moved me, but her inability to take that step left me bewildered. I told her I loved her wholeheartedly and asked her not to have any other thoughts.
On November 8th, a netizen named "White-Collar 23" contacted me. This netizen was very frank, saying he was from another province and had had similar experiences with his wife back home, hoping to join our lives. He understood my situation, saying he was fully capable of cooperating and would respect my wife completely. During our conversation, I learned that he and his wife had also had similar experiences and were from my hometown, which made me feel even closer to him.
I repeatedly emphasized that my wife had never tried this before, and that meeting in person might be futile, hoping he could work with me to persuade my wife. He confessed that he was actually 28 years old, only two years younger than his wife, but looked young, so he used the name "23" in his online name. We exchanged QQ numbers, and he sent me his photo.
Just then, my wife came home from work. I showed her his photo, and she laughed, saying, "This guy looks a bit simple and honest, and he even looks a bit like you." I asked her if she wanted to meet him. She said, "Sure, if you say so, then let's meet."
A feeling of warmth welled up inside me: my wife is so good. I immediately told the online friend that my wife had agreed to meet him, and we arranged to meet around 3 pm after I finished my social engagement. We would contact each other by phone then.
The social engagement was in the suburbs, and it was already past 2 pm after dinner. On the way back, I called the online friend and asked him to find a private room at a teahouse near Green Lake. A quieter environment would make it easier to talk and help set the mood.
Then I called my wife, who was taking a nap, to wake her up. She seemed a little reluctant on the other end, saying, "I still want to sleep." I coaxed her, "Sweetie, don't lie to me. We're just meeting up first, and you can decide everything else later..."
After entering the dormitory compound, I called my wife again. She said she was just getting dressed and would come downstairs after getting ready.
For over 20 minutes, waiting in the car for my wife to come downstairs, I felt an eternity. The thought of her meeting her online friend, of her impending arrival… a mix of conflicting emotions—anxiety, excitement, and sadness—swirled within me. It felt like a dream; I hoped she would change her mind, yet I also hoped she would go and face him…
Finally, my wife arrived at the car. She was wearing a perfectly tailored dark trench coat, open over a light yellow fitted sweater, exuding a relaxed charm. It was clear she hadn't dressed up; she had simply styled her hair and applied some lipstick. As usual, she wasn't glamorous or flashy, but rather fresh, natural, and elegant.
I led her to a teahouse called "Holy Land Sand," where there were private rooms on the second floor. The rooms were unique and elegant, with brightly colored single sandpits shaped like hands—a novel design—and the cozy space was filled with tranquility. My wife thoroughly enjoyed the playground-like environment. She practically cheered as she leaned heavily into the sofa, her round, bright eyes sparkling with excitement, a blush of joy spreading across her face. The weather was warm, and my wife wasn't wearing a trench coat when she got out of the car; her light pink sweater, combined with the graceful curves of her body, added a spring-like feel to the small private room. It also made me think my wife was very sexy, always possessing a certain charm. I felt truly fortunate to have such a captivating wife in this life.
Just as the tea was served, our online friend appeared. We invited him to sit down, and we chatted about everything under the sun.
This friend wore glasses, was refined and polite, but slightly reserved and cautious. He told us about his personal experiences and family situation, and told us his surname was Huang.
My wife later told me that she admired two things about Huang: first, his unwillingness to settle for a stable, mundane life, his willingness to constantly change jobs, and his courage to challenge himself; second, his desire for his child to have a happy childhood, a sentiment my wife had shared in the past, although that wouldn't be possible after the child started school.
I excused myself to use the restroom, leaving them alone to talk. When I returned, we chatted for a while, and then my wife went to the restroom too. I asked Xiao Huang if he had feelings for my wife. He said, "Your wife is beautiful and sexy; of course I'd love to have her. You're so lucky!" He also told me that my wife truly loves me and is rather conservative, lamenting that he didn't know if society was developing too fast or if she was simply out of touch. She said she could feel my love for her, but she was confused about the nature of that love.
Having finally met, I still didn't know my wife's true feelings. I discussed with Xiao Huang that he would excuse himself and let me ask my wife what she thought.
After Xiao Huang left, I eagerly asked my wife how the conversation went and whether she was willing to talk to him. My wife said she didn't know, but she thought Xiao Huang was quite nice. She said that if it didn't involve that kind of thing, she felt the conversation was very intimate and natural, but once it did, she had an indescribable feeling… She didn't know what would happen if they were really in that kind of environment…
I knew her inner struggle and unease: "You're conflicted right now, aren't you?"
"Mmm..." She nodded, still looking down. "Your conflict means you still have desires. It's because you want it, but you feel it's wrong, that's why you feel conflicted. Your unease comes from traditional societal norms that believe women shouldn't have extramarital affairs. Actually, don't think you're at a disadvantage. Just feel like you're having fun with another man, and enjoy it."
My wife was still a little hesitant, after all, we had never done this before. I knew my encouragement had given her the resolve, so I seized the opportunity to continue encouraging her, saying, "Sex is a need, your body is your own, as long as you're willing to try, I approve, what's wrong with that? Think it through and do it! It's just for pleasure, just try it once, okay?" My wife held my hand
tightly, looked at me, gazed at me for a long time, and then nodded, saying, "Okay, if you really want me to try, I'll listen to you, just try it once..."
Now that my wife had agreed, I could put my plan into action.
I drove the car to the hotel parking lot, and my wife quietly sat in the back seat. I contacted Xiao Huang by phone, and he told us everything was arranged in room 425. Suddenly, I remembered something important and called Xiao Huang to remind him to bring safety equipment. My wife, listening nearby, suddenly blurted out, "I think you're forcing someone into prostitution..."
A pang of sadness welled up inside me. I said, "Actually, this is between you and me, it doesn't bother anyone else, and it's none of their business. I don't care, so what are you afraid of? Besides, going with someone once or twice won't cost you anything, and it adds some spice to our lives, isn't that interesting?"
My wife didn't say anything more, just followed me upstairs into the room. I checked my watch; it was a little past 5. It was a standard room, not very big; the two beds in the middle made it quite cramped. A sports event was playing on TV.
After pouring us tea, Xiao Huang sat still, probably unsure how to begin. All three of us knew what was going to happen, yet none of us knew what to do. Every beginning is difficult!
So I said to my wife, "Ladies first, would you like to take a shower first?"
We had already discussed it before going upstairs, agreeing that either Xiao Huang or she would shower first, and that one of us needed to watch our bags. It wasn't that I didn't trust Xiao Huang, but we should be wary of strangers.
My wife dressed neatly and went into the bathroom. While she showered, I drew the curtains. The curtains in this room were different from those in other hotels; beneath the thin, pale yellow curtains was only a layer of white gauze,
unlike the thick, black underlayers of curtains in other hotels that completely blocked out the light. This was good; if it were pitch black and nothing could be seen, there would be little sensory stimulation.
I honestly told Xiao Huang that I was very nervous, a unique feeling that was hard to describe… Xiao Huang comforted me, saying that everyone feels this way the first time, with a lot of anxiety, and that this feeling would gradually disappear after I got through it. After
a moment of silence, I discussed it with Xiao Huang again: while I showered, he should act accordingly, hoping to see his progress when I came out. Despite saying that, I was actually terrified that my wife might get hurt...
Xiao Huang understood my feelings perfectly, assuring me he wouldn't hurt my sister-in-law and would respect her.
I specifically told Xiao Huang to make sure he entered my wife's body first when we were playing later. I did this mainly because I was afraid my wife would change her mind; if I did, it would be a done deal.
Xiao Huang smiled calmly and said, "It doesn't matter who goes first, I won't mind." I could tell he was quite experienced in this area.
After a while, my wife's voice came from the bathroom, asking me to make the bed. I didn't hear her clearly and thought she was asking me to close the curtains, so I casually replied that I had.
This meant my wife was about to come out of the bathroom.
My heart pounded as I imagined what would happen if she came out fully clothed. Should I undress her, or should Xiao Huang do it? If I undressed her, she might be more accepting psychologically, but if Xiao Huang undressed her while I watched, it would be more exciting...
The bathroom door opened, and my wife stepped out, walking straight down the hallway into the room. My wife's face was flushed after her bath, her hair slightly disheveled, but her fair skin shone even brighter.
To my surprise, she wasn't wearing any clothes. A dark yellow bath towel wrapped around her full body, her snow-white arms exposed above her ample, high breasts. The small towel couldn't fully cover her body, and the hem of her bathrobe revealed her slipper-clad feet and part of her fair thighs. She exuded a mature woman's unique sensuality and charm…
How could my wife be so open now? The only thing covering her body was a bath towel; didn't that mean I could easily strip her naked?
But only for a moment. My wife turned back and hid in the bathroom, complaining, "Why didn't you make the bed for me?" Only then did I understand her meaning and quickly did as she said.
My suspicion was correct; my wife genuinely wanted to make things convenient for us. Later she told me that she was wearing a tight-fitting undergarment that day, extending from her upper body to her buttocks, which was difficult to take off. Since we were already at this point, it would be more convenient for her to just leave wrapped in a towel rather than have us go through the trouble of undressing her…
I went to the bathroom to accompany my wife, then helped her out, and carefully led her to the bed against the wall. After she lay down wrapped in her bathrobe, I quickly pulled the blanket over her.
Xiao Huang's eyes swept over my wife's body, and from a man's perspective, I sensed that his gaze wasn't particularly lewd.
He calmly walked towards the bathroom. At that moment, I understood his composure
, a trait born of experience. I sat down beside my wife, tenderly stroking her face. My wife seemed cold and asked me to bring the blanket over her. She seemed to dislike me at that moment, moving to the very edge of the bed, pitifully shrinking her body to one side, as if avoiding me…
Looking at my wife, I imagined that perhaps, the moment of excitement, the instant I entered the bathroom, Xiao Huang and my wife had already begun. I didn't know if I could be naked and honest with another man, nor did I know how to break the awkwardness at first. The thought of my wife embracing, kissing, caressing, and even having sex with another man filled me with mixed emotions. My nervousness was no less than my wife's, and we were speechless for a moment.
My consciousness was a little hazy… The feeling was like preparing a special gift for a loved one, wanting her to love it and be very satisfied with it. I wasn't worried that she would love this crazy thrill; I was only worried that she might get hurt because the other person wasn't gentle enough. If she told me she liked it afterward, I would be very happy. If she regretted trying it afterward, I believe I would regret it even more than she did, hating myself for hurting my loved one.
Not long after, Xiao Huang came out, also wrapped in a bath towel.
I took off my outer clothes and pants in front of them, entering the bathroom in my underwear. While showering, I would occasionally press my ear to the crack in the bathroom door to listen, trying to know what was happening outside, but I couldn't hear anything except the monotonous sound of the showerhead.
After showering, I went outside and saw Xiao Huang sitting next to my wife, leaning towards her, gently stroking her hair, talking to her. My wife covered her eyes with one hand, looking very nervous.
My wife later told me that Xiao Huang followed the rules of the game very well. Before I appeared, he sat on the edge of the bed, saying to my wife with concern, "Sister-in-law, you're sleeping too far in. You can move over a little." My wife replied nervously that it was okay.
They then fell silent. After
a while, Xiao Huang probably felt a little cold and asked my wife, "Sister-in-law, can I come over and cover myself with a blanket?" My wife nodded with her eyes closed and said yes. Xiao Huang sat down next to my wife, pulled the blanket over her legs, and gently stroked her hair, saying, "Sister-in-law, don't be nervous, relax, it's okay..."
Xiao Huang's reassurance made my wife feel very warm.
At that moment, I came out of the bathroom...
Seeing me appear, Xiao Huang moved to the other side and sat down, perhaps feeling that everything should start with me.
I lay reclining beside my wife, gently embracing her soft arms, and tenderly kissed her cheek.
She slightly opened her eyes, looked at me, and said, "Husband..." before closing them again and resting her head against my chest, exuding a captivating feminine aura.
Looking at her blushing cheeks and inhaling her alluring fragrance, I felt as if I were in a dream. I suppressed the surging emotions in my chest, trying to relax as much as possible, and said to her, "Wife, I love you..." As I spoke, my cool lips kissed her rosy cheek, my hand slipping under the covers, moving over her full breasts, kneading her soft nipples, and then trying to pull back the towel covering her soft body. My wife suddenly gripped the towel
tightly , her voice trembling, "No... don't untie it..."
I understood her shyness at that moment, stopped what I was doing, gently stroked her hair, pressed my tongue against her bright red lips, and slipped it inside. "Mmm..." my wife moaned softly, her warm tongue responding passionately to my intrusion, our tongues entwining intensely...
Taking advantage of this, I smoothly untied the towel from my wife's body, and her slightly cool breasts immediately fell into my palm. I gently kneaded them, and my wife hugged my neck tightly, feeling her breathing gradually become heavier...
I glanced sideways at Xiao Huang and found him still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at us. I pulled my hand out from under the covers and beckoned to him, signaling him to come over.
While deeply kissing my wife, I naturally lifted the covers slightly, and my wife's snow-white breasts were immediately exposed to Xiao Huang's eyes. On her high breasts, one of her large brown nipples trembled slightly with my kneading, and the unique fragrance of a mature woman was faintly visible...
Soon, I could feel Xiao Huang's breath. He gently bent down and softly took his wife's breast
into his mouth, sucking on it with gusto, his hand moving towards the side of her breasts that I was grasping…
Oh…”, his wife pulled away from his lips, tilting her head back and letting out a soft moan, her eyes tightly closed… The blanket was completely pulled back during our movements, revealing his wife's full, white, and tender body, her beautiful curves and exquisite figure completely exposed. His wife had always had a good figure, a slender waist, full hips, and long, shapely legs, but that day I suddenly realized that compared to when we got married, his wife's figure had not only not changed at all, but was even more mature and alluring than before. Her breasts were still so high and firm, and even fuller and softer than before; her legs were still so white and slender, and even more rounded and fuller than before; with age, her body was filled with the charm of a mature woman.

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