Training 3

"Don't run into any perverts at work, be careful on the road. I'll pick you up tonight." After seeing that my wife had finished getting ready, I joked with her,

"With you, this big pervert, as my backup, what am I afraid of? Besides, wouldn't you be happy if someone was watching me?" My wife actually laughed at me. Before I knew

it, it was past 3 pm, and Fatty's call came again as promised, "Brother Hao, nothing changed tonight, is your wife coming?"

Damn, judging from his voice, he wasn't thinking about me at all, but about my wife. "No surprises, where to eat?"

"6 pm, at that Korean restaurant we always go to, it's close to the bar."

"Okay, that's it, see you there!"

After work, I picked up my wife and we went straight to the restaurant. "I didn't eat lunch, honey, I had too much work, so I just ate some biscuits for lunch to avoid working overtime tonight." My wife saw me and quickly complained,

"Why? Are you the only one earning a salary? That damn boss of yours, I'll take care of him sooner or later!" It wasn't that I was putting on a tough act in front of my wife, I really felt sorry for her.

"Fatty's planning for tonight, you can treat him to a good meal." I looked at my wife with concern and asked,

"What are we eating?"

"Korean food." My wife laughed happily at this. I don't know if it's because of Korean dramas, but girls seem to really like Korean food. I just don't understand, it's all just stew and pickles, what's so good about it?

As soon as my wife and I entered the restaurant, we saw Fatty and A-Qiang waving at us from inside. I quickly pulled my wife over and introduced Fatty's girlfriend and A-Qiang's girlfriend. Fatty's girlfriend was a bit casual, but she was decent-looking, just a bit short. A-Qiang's girlfriend was just average, no wonder he never brought her out.

We had just sat down when the waiter brought out the drinks. "Today we're drinking Jinro (a type of Korean liquor), everyone drink freely and have fun," Fatty said as he handed us glasses.

"I don't drink..." my girlfriend said shyly.

"That won't do! We're going to have a great time today!" Ah Qiang quickly chimed in, trying to persuade my wife,

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, we can't force you to drink. Let's eat first, then we'll play games and drink at the same time." Fatty also quickly smoothed things over.

My wife saw that Fatty and Ah Qiang's girlfriend had also poured themselves some baijiu, so she didn't say anything more. We drank and ate barbecue while playing dice; everyone had a great time and drank quite a bit. Fatty's girlfriend was a little tipsy, flirting with Ah Qiang, sometimes sitting on his lap, sometimes drinking with me; although Ah Qiang's girlfriend wasn't as wild as Fatty's girlfriend, she was clearly the reserved type, exuding a thousand charms in her gestures and expressions, whispering to Fatty about something.

My wife had also drunk quite a bit, and seeing them having so much fun, she laughed along. Just then, Fatty came over and said to me, "Brother Hao, let's switch seats. I want to get closer to your wife."

I didn't immediately agree, but looked at my wife, indicating it was her decision. Seeing how much fun they were having, she didn't think much of it and said, "Okay, you fatso, you think you can mess with me?"

Seeing that it was no problem, Fatty switched seats with me, and he and my wife played rock-paper-scissors and dice for a while. I chatted and drank with Xiaoqiang's wife.

While everyone was having a great time at the restaurant, Fatty suggested, "Let's go to a bar, the atmosphere there is great!"

Damn, it seems Fatty won't stop until he gets my wife drunk! Everyone agreed. A short walk to the left after leaving the restaurant was a street full of bars, several of which we frequented. Today, Fatty took us to one we hadn't been to before, but I'd heard of it; it was known for its wild parties. It seemed Fatty was determined to take the craziness to the extreme.

Once inside, we got a round table in a corner and ordered two bottles of Chivas Regal (looks like Fatty really splurged!). Afterwards, everyone scattered. I sat with Qiang's girlfriend, Fatty sat to my wife's left, Qiang to her right, and Fatty's girlfriend to his other side. We drank for a while, then went to the dance floor in the middle. Since I don't like dancing, I stayed behind to watch the table. I looked at my wife in the middle of the dance floor; her two white legs and slender figure stood out. She was completely different from the girl I met two years ago—one was innocent, the other alluring; one was like the taste of lemon, the other like aged red wine. Had I changed her over the years? Or had she always had this interest, but my mother-in-law had suppressed it for over 20 years?

Before we knew it, it was past midnight, and everyone was sweating profusely. Qiang led us to the bathhouse we'd gone to last time. My wife was completely drunk and was helped into the women's section by Qiang and Fatty's girlfriend. The three of us also went to shower.

After changing into our pajamas, we went to the lounge. Actually, this bathhouse is most famous for its lounge, which is divided into three parts: the outermost part is the main hall for individual customers, filled with single beds and TVs hanging in the middle, where people relax or watch TV; further inside are the private rooms, which are actually public brothels with larger beds and screens about a meter high separating them, so you can see what's happening on the other beds if you want; the other part consists of private rooms for gamblers, drug users, or those who don't want to show their faces, all fully equipped.

The three of us came out early and waited in the private room for a long time, but the three women didn't come out. The sounds from the other cubicles were already rising and falling, and girls kept coming over to flirt with us, making us very aroused.

Then we saw three women coming from the women's entrance, walking unsteadily, and I immediately spotted my wife inside. It turns out the women's pajamas at this bathhouse were so sexy! The tops were the same as the men's, but the bottoms were incredibly short skirts. The skirts weren't long to begin with, and with my wife's long legs, they looked especially sexy. We quickly waved to them, afraid of going into the wrong cubicle and causing trouble. They hurried over.

As soon as my wife entered my cubicle, she frowned and asked, "Honey, why did we come to a place like this?"

"Didn't you always want to experience a bathhouse? Besides, everyone's having a great time today, so we might as well go all the way," I could only go along with it.

"Aren't you afraid of setting a bad example for your wife?" my wife asked, blushing and making a face at me.

"If she could learn bad habits, I wouldn't need to teach her. Have you forgotten what I told you, wife? As long as your heart belongs to me, I don't mind physical infidelity."

It's easy to get into the mood in this environment, especially since my wife had drunk so much. My touch made her go limp. I lifted her skirt and saw she was still wearing underwear, but underwear makes it easier to tempt someone to commit a crime. I reached out to take off her underwear, but she was hesitant. After some persuasion, I finally convinced her to take off all her underwear, but she was still wearing her nightgown and skirt. Just as I was about to take the next step with my soaking wet wife, I heard someone calling me from outside: "Brother Hao..."

It was Fatty's voice. I lifted the curtain and went out, seeing Fatty and A-Qiang standing in the doorway, grinning at me. "Brother Hao, your wife is so beautiful, we couldn't resist looking at her. Can we come in with you?" Fatty asked with a grin.

I looked at A-Qiang, who was nodding beside me. They were all friends, so I was too embarrassed to say anything else. "Where are your girlfriends?" I asked.

"My girlfriend was taken to a spa by Fatty's girlfriend," A-Qiang quickly said. "

What nonsense about a spa, it's just a massage with the opposite sex. I didn't expect Fatty's girlfriend to be so knowledgeable about it. No wonder she doesn't care how Fatty plays around outside.

" "Well... I'm afraid I have to ask," I didn't dare to agree directly and turned to go into the cubicle.

"You heard everything?" I asked my wife.

My wife nodded.

"What are you thinking?" I asked, looking into my wife's eyes. She

looked up at me, a look I'll probably never forget. My wife is a simple person; you can read anything in her eyes. But that look she gave me just now was incredibly complex—longing? Disappointment? Like a Pandora's box, wanting to open it to see what's inside, yet afraid of being hurt.

Seeing that my wife didn't refuse, my head suddenly felt hot. I didn't know whether to be excited or sad. I just said to my wife calmly, "Then I'll call them in. You can call them if you feel uncomfortable."

Before I could turn around to call them, the two young men had already come in grinning. They said, "It's okay, sister-in-law, don't be nervous. We'll be very gentle and won't tell anyone."

After they came in, the atmosphere in the partition became awkward. My wife lay on the bed with her eyes closed, breathing rapidly, but she didn't indicate whether she could go any further. Fatty and A-Qiang could only stand by, anxiously wringing their hands and glancing at me repeatedly, as if saying, "Brother Hao, start!" Seeing this, I acted impulsively, thinking: "Whatever, as long as I'm happy!" I went up and grabbed my wife's lips, starting to kiss her. My wife seemed startled by my sudden action, and it took her a while to respond with her tongue. Seeing that there was a chance, Fatty and A-Qiang also started to act.

A-Qiang is a crazy foot fetishist. We had discussed this topic before. Although I like women with beautiful legs, I don't think it's a necessary factor. But A-Qiang thinks a woman's beauty depends entirely on her leg shape, ankles, and feet. Although I don't care much about this, I still found a wife who satisfies me. My wife's leg shape and feet are very beautiful. I saw A-Qiang staring at them the whole time during dinner. I moved from my wife's mouth to her breasts, and finally to her genitals. I forcefully spread her tightly closed legs and began giving her oral sex, while A-Qiang frantically kissed her ankles and toes. Fatty, standing beside me, pulled out his penis and masturbated.

At this point, I couldn't control myself anymore. I pulled out my penis and began a frenzied assault on my wife. She was overwhelmed by my ministrations and cried out in pleasure. Only then did she truly relax, closing her eyes and slightly parting her lips, her tongue licking between them, as if saying, "Quick, put something in!" Fatty, seeing this, didn't miss the opportunity and thrust his penis into my wife's mouth. I witnessed a scene that intensely stimulated me, and my ejaculation came instantly.

Then A-Qiang put down my wife's legs, seemingly ready to continue. My wife reluctantly spat out Fatty's penis and said to me, "Get out."

This scene was completely unexpected. I stared blankly at my wife, as if struck by a club, speechless for a long time. My wife repeated, "Go out, honey. I'm not comfortable with you in there."

I paused for a moment, let out a long sigh, turned and walked out. Just as I reached the curtain to lift it, I seemed to remember something, turned back to Fatty and A-Qiang, and said, "Don't force me. My wife can stop anytime if she doesn't like it or is uncomfortable. If you two bastards dare to force her, don't blame me for being rude!" I glanced at my wife and said, "I'll wait for you in the lounge outside, honey," before turning and leaving. In

the lounge, lying on the bed, my mind was blank. Sitting was uncomfortable, lying was uncomfortable. I asked for a bottle of water, took a couple of sips, and didn't want any more. I asked for a pack of cigarettes, lit them, but forgot to smoke them. I kept thinking, isn't this the result I've always wanted? Why don't I feel any excitement? This proves that my training of my wife over the past two years has been effective, so why don't I feel any sense of accomplishment? Why do I still want my wife to go back to how she was before? Why do I wish none of this had happened? I stood there in a daze for almost half an hour when I suddenly saw my wife come out. Seeing me, she said, "I'm going to wash up, then I'll meet you at the door."

I quickly washed up too, and then waited for her at the door. On the way home, we didn't say a word until we got home. Then I said to my wife, "It's almost dawn, go to sleep."

"Don't you want to ask me what happened between me and them?" My wife looked at me.

I shook my head with a bitter smile. "No matter what happened, I will always love you, my wife!"

My wife then cried, hugging me tightly. Between sobs, she said, "Why did you do this, husband? We're always happy when we're together, why did you do this…" I couldn't hear the rest of her words;

I was crying too. I hugged my wife and said, "It's all my fault. I acted impulsively and foolishly. Forgive me, my wife…"

That night, we didn't say anything more, just held each other tightly and slept until noon the next day. The next day, when my wife woke up, she still gave me a kiss, as if nothing had happened, and then asked me in a low voice, "Will you dislike me, husband?"

"You will always be mine, wife, I will never give you up."

Later, my wife told me what happened that night. After I went out, Fatty and A-Qiang wanted to have a threesome with my wife, but she suddenly changed her mind. Later, seeing how pitiful Fatty and A-Qiang were, she helped them masturbate. When those two guys realized they had no hope of having sex with my wife, they started to get restless, touching and looking at her until she helped them ejaculate, then they came out with her underwear.

From then on, I never mentioned threesomes or swapping to my wife again. It was as if, after experiencing it, I felt it wasn't right for me. My wife is still so beautiful, still loves me so much. We occasionally do little things for fun, like going out and showing off, or using sex toys to increase our interest in each other. The sensitive word "swapping" is hidden in our hearts, but it seems we haven't completely abandoned it, as if we're waiting for the right opportunity to pick it up again.

P.S.: Later, Fatty and Qiang came to see me a few more times, but I didn't let them come to my house. I also often made excuses to cancel our appointments, and gradually I saw them less and less...

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