Real experiences of entering the circle of married couples

I can't fully recall the origins of the story. I can only say that I might have an innate cuckoldry complex, a strange interest in my wife having sex with other men. This inner interest became a reality in April 2007. My wife's involvement was largely due to our increasingly dull sex life; she had her own desires and needs, so my dream finally came true.
The story of a woman named "Yi Duxiu" circulating online was the catalyst that truly introduced me to this circle. Starting in early 2007, I greedily searched for related content online and took action. I registered a new QQ account with the username "3,4" and began looking for single men for us. Initially, it was entirely my own doing; I only thought about it when I was having sex with my wife, and she had no idea I was serious. She also didn't know I had started looking for single men.
In March, I gradually built a trusting relationship with a netizen named "Hair Messy," and we talked a lot. He was older than us, 30, and very interested in making friends, but his wife always backed out at crucial moments. Ultimately, we agreed that he could communicate with us as a single man.
Gradually, I revealed some details to my wife. She neither agreed nor disagreed, leaving me unsure how to proceed. Before we officially became friends, an incident occurred that I'd like to share.
It was a weekend, and my wife was away on a business trip to Shanghai to investigate the market. I was bored at home alone and contacted "Hair Messy," just for a chat. But I teased my wife, saying I had made plans with him and his wife to meet up that evening… I never expected my wife to take it seriously. That evening, I picked her up from the train station, and she asked about it. I laughed and said I was just kidding, and she flew into a rage—her reaction was completely unexpected. Looking back, I guess my wife had already made up her mind and really wanted to meet up, but she was tricked and got angry, haha.
Not long after, our first "three-person outing" finally arrived. One Friday, we arranged to meet "Hair Messy" at a Home Inn. After work, I picked up my wife, and we ate something at McDonald's before heading to the meeting place. My feelings at the time were complicated—excitement, nervousness, anticipation, and fear. When we arrived, "Hair Messy" was already waiting for us. He's probably one of the best friends we've met so far. This likely stems from his maturity, composure, and good character. Upon meeting, although the atmosphere was a little awkward, we were very warm to each other. He poured us water and even brought a gift for my wife—it looked like Olay lotion. Although it wasn't my wife's favorite or usual brand, I could tell she was happy because of his politeness and respect for women.
We chatted casually, and he clearly liked my wife; after all, she's slim and beautiful. He had already showered before we arrived. As the atmosphere became more relaxed, I said, "Honey, go take a shower." She went. With only two men left, the atmosphere became a little awkward again, and my wife lingered in her shower for a while. Finally, she came out wrapped in a towel and immediately crawled into bed. I instantly became erect. Seeing that he was also at a loss, I said, "You go to bed too, she's afraid of the cold. I'm going to take a shower."
I went into the bathroom trembling, turned on the water, and felt an unbearable urge down there. Not long after, I heard my wife's unprecedentedly passionate moans, and a surge of bittersweet excitement welled up inside me. My wife was finally doing it with someone else right next to me. I enjoyed listening from inside, unable to bring myself to go out and see. My wife's voice grew increasingly passionate; she must not have felt this good in a long time. Finally, I slowly came out, wanting to sneak a peek at them. They were both under the covers; I could only see the blanket moving and hear their moans. I couldn't resist any longer and slowly lifted the covers. My wife's hair was disheveled, her eyes slightly closed, and he was working tirelessly on her, also completely absorbed. I moved closer to my wife's face, and she swallowed me whole. (I don't know if writing something like this violates the forum rules; if there is any offense, please correct me.)
Later, we tried many different positions, and I discovered that I liked watching him enter from behind the most. His was really thick, but not particularly hard. He didn't finish that night. We didn't try to enter together, just took turns; he'd come out and I'd go in, and I could clearly feel the emptiness inside. My wife wasn't satisfied either, constantly wanting him to take over—I was so frustrated!
That night, we didn't stay overnight. After a few rounds, we left, ate something together, and went home. We walked home. Along the way, my wife and I talked a lot. Making friends, finally, had begun. (To be continued)

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