younger brother

Let me introduce my wife. She's 160cm tall and 28 years old. She's not exactly beautiful, but very sexy—well-proportioned in all the right places, haha!

Anyway, back to the first time; I rushed home, and my wife asked what was up. I was itching to tell her I'd found someone, but when the words actually came to my lips, I didn't know how to say it. I thought and thought, should I tell her?

Is it really true? I felt incredibly conflicted. At the same time, there was a strange excitement, a feeling I couldn't quite describe, but I believe anyone who's ever had a sexual encounter can understand. My wife guessed pretty much what I meant. She's rather introverted and didn't say anything, whether out of shyness or something else, but this time she couldn't hold back anymore and asked, "Have you found someone?" I don't know how to describe my feelings at that moment—a bittersweet feeling mixed with a strange excitement!… I was truly thrilled; tears welled up in my eyes. I asked myself honestly: Is this the thrill, the happiness I've been looking for? But after clearing my mind, I still said, "Honey, I found a couple today who want to switch partners and they're experienced."

My wife didn't say anything, but I could tell she was just as upset as I was. She finally spoke: "Think about it yourself. I love you and always understand you. If you think it's okay..." I was speechless, stunned. I paced back and forth in the room, restless. My wife went to cook. I knew without looking that she had cried, but I didn't dare comfort her. I knew how I felt; if I went, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself. About 20 minutes later, my wife brought back a steaming hot meal. Seeing her red eyes, my heart sank. I really wanted to give up then and there, to stop trying to switch partners. My wife said, as always, so considerately, "Dinner's ready."

We sat down, and the entire meal was silent. I believe neither of us really ate; we were just waiting for the other to speak. We were both full, but neither of us said a word. After cleaning up, my wife sat on the sofa next to me. She seemed to want to say something but couldn't bring herself to speak. I could see her emotions. Finally, she opened her mouth and said, "Call them over!" When I heard that, tears must have welled up in my eyes, but I hugged my wife, afraid she'd see. (Now, when my wife asks if I cried that time, I always deny it.) I said, "It's okay, if they come and you don't like it, you don't have to change it. Don't put too much pressure on yourself; it'll backfire!" My wife didn't say anything.

Time flies these past few days. Before, I always felt like the clock wasn't moving, but these past few days, it seemed like the clock was deliberately playing tricks on us. Soon, the day arrived! They came. His wife wasn't tall, but she was quite voluptuous, exuding the charm of a mature woman! He was also quite talkative; he was the emcee. He loved to talk and gestured as he spoke, like a leader giving a speech. He told a few dirty jokes, and my wife remained silent and didn't even look at them; she just stayed there with them. We've had guests at home often before, but never before had it been this awkward.

I believe my wife was hesitant at the time, perhaps even not wanting to continue, but she remained seated to accommodate my feelings. After chatting for a while, he suggested we go to the bedroom alone to talk. I knew what this meant and understood what would happen if my wife went with him. At that moment, I hesitated. I really wanted to end it there, but out of consideration for my reputation and their relationship, I didn't speak. My wife stood up, seemingly waiting for me to say something. We looked at each other for about 30 seconds… I didn't say anything. I understood that this could be our future happiness, or it could be our future disaster… He gestured for me to go and shower with his wife. I felt embarrassed to stay in the living room watching TV, so I hesitated, wondering what they were doing and talking about in the bedroom, and what my wife looked like.

His wife was very open and went to shower without hesitation. A while later, I heard her call me, saying she couldn't get the hot water out. I went to help her (by then, his wife was already naked). I immediately wanted to hug her and have sex with her because I'm lustful! But I still hesitated because I had no idea what my wife looked like. In my repeated hesitation, I couldn't help but say, "Can we shower together?" His wife said it was okay, so I quickly took off my clothes and went into the bathroom. I saw that his wife had a pretty good figure, and I was incredibly excited, not caring about anything else.

We washed each other for about 10 minutes. After we finished, we went to the master bedroom. That time, I couldn't concentrate at all; my mind was full of my wife. I was afraid—afraid that she would be taken advantage of, afraid that she would be mistreated, afraid that he wouldn't be gentle enough… With so many thoughts running through my mind, I finished quickly. His wife seemed to still be in that excited state, so I got up and stood by the window to listen to what was happening inside. I could clearly hear my wife's moans, but they were very soft and almost inaudible. I finally felt relieved and went back to bed to wait. Time passed by, and I could sense that his wife knew what I was thinking. She said, "It's okay, if you're worried, go check on her." I said I wouldn't go; I was afraid my wife would be embarrassed.

They seemed to have been doing it for more than 30 minutes (the man was very skilled). Finally, I couldn't resist anymore and went in, asking my wife how it was, if it was comfortable. My wife went to take a shower without saying a word. They sat with us for a while, chatting about unrelated topics. I wasn't in the mood to listen; I just wanted them to leave so I could ask my wife. About 50 minutes passed, and my wife remained seated without saying anything.

Finally, they said they had to go home. We didn't try to stop them; we just saw them downstairs, and then my wife and I went back upstairs. That night, we made love again. I lasted a long time, and my wife was exceptionally excited. I asked my wife if it was enjoyable. She said his tongue was better than hers, and it was just so-so… I didn't ask any more questions, and we never talked about it again.

This was our first time!

Taking advantage of this, I planned another round. My wife had no idea. I was completely bewitched. Actually, it's rare to find such sincere couples online. I was considering inviting the same person from last time for a threesome. With careful planning, I invited the couple we had played with last time. This time, my wife had no idea, and I didn't tell her either. He arrived in the afternoon, I can't remember exactly what time. After he came, we went to my bedroom. My wife was doing laundry. When she came out and saw him, she smiled. I could tell she was very unwilling, but she didn't show it on her face or in any way. Maybe that's what it means to be a cultured person.

After my wife finished, I called her to sit on the bed and said, "Shall we warm up?"

My wife didn't know whether to smile or not, and seeing my expression, she didn't know what to say. To be honest, I'm really happy to have such a good wife. I had planned to play with my wife first while he went to take a shower, and then... Just then, as planned, he went to the bathroom to shower. As soon as he left, my wife said, "Why did you do this? Why didn't you discuss it with me first?" I said, "What's the big deal? We're already familiar with each other." I knew my wife was very unhappy and unwilling, but with my rounds of caresses and kisses, she started to get into the mood, just...

He moaned softly, and my wife and I cuddled for about 10 minutes. He had finished showering, and he seemed very excited, saying, "Sister-in-law, I missed you so much." I got off my wife and gestured for him to take over. My wife was in a state of excitement and didn't care about anything else. He went on top of her and bombarded her with pleasure, and she quickly came. Actually, it's all just talk; only women who have truly experienced it can understand how comfortable it is to have two men and one woman. At that moment, I felt a pang of jealousy. We did this for about 50 minutes, and then we both showered. He didn't linger, said a few polite words,

and left. This threesome was probably the most successful one for us as a couple, and also the most exciting one for my wife. I truly understood why I later liked threesomes. In fact, every woman is selfish; they don't want to see their husbands with other women. There aren't many wives who can truly share their husbands with other women.

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