I found a good 3P article online and I'd like to share it with you all—a supplement.

My wife and I both have respectable professions and live a comfortable but not extravagant middle-class life.

To be fair, 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 relish 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 say that some colleagues at work would "take advantage" of her, but it was only by touching her thigh or pinching her breasts—in short, she had never 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 has lasted for six years; my wife's gentle nature and beautiful body have brought me endless joy.

As couples spend more time together, their feelings deepen, but some sensations gradually 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, restrained struggles—all are gone.

This is inevitable; we are too familiar, too intimate. In fact, these feelings are very beautiful, but if possible, I hope to experience something entirely new with my wife.

I've always looked forward to that exciting moment, but when it finally arrived, I felt like I was dreaming. It all started in November.

My wife told me about six families, six men and six women, engaging in sexual activity.

My wife's department has many young people, and they subscribe to a wide variety of magazines, including "The Beginning of Man" and "Family, Society and Life," which she often reads in her spare time.

My wife has discussed her thoughts on articles she's read, touching on topics like sex techniques and lovers, and I enjoy discussing these issues with her.

Neither of us is embarrassed; on the contrary, our discussions often lead to more exciting and stimulating experiences.

The magazine's report on the six-person party stirred up a great deal of emotion within me, giving rise to a complex mix of feelings. I also hoped it could bring me some new excitement. Like many couples, I had previously imagined my wife having sex with multiple men, telling her about it during kisses and caresses in bed, arousing her to the point of unbearable desire. After the intense passion of sex, she always thought I was just creating an atmosphere, that such a thing was completely impossible in real life.

My wife is a virtuous and conservative woman, a fact confirmed by our years of marriage. However, her impulsiveness also reflects a common characteristic of women: the desire to try more men.

This awareness is firmly rooted in a woman's heart, even though many women never dare to cross that line in their entire lives.

When we talk about it after experiencing intense pleasure, we both absolutely believe it could never happen to us. We are unaware, or perhaps unwilling to acknowledge, that we also have this transgressive desire subconsciously.

Encouraging her to find a lover is something I cannot convince myself to do.

I cannot bear the thought of letting my wife go out and be with other men, and she would think I don't love her. A

situation where we each have our own affairs is also unacceptable; that would make our family life chaotic and devoid of any enjoyment, and it wouldn't be much different from encouraging her to have a lover.

The male dominance and possessiveness of a woman's desires drive me to keep my wife bound to my chariot.

I don't appreciate sex games; my wife's sexual activities are not under my control, 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 considered a threesome.

Everything will be arranged by me. I'll find a stranger to participate, and I'll take control of the situation. I naturally have my own design for the game: Although my wife is nearly thirty, her beautiful face and full, mature figure are even more charming and attractive to men... We'll find a stranger to play a three-person game of two men against one woman, which is the currently popular three-person group sex activity of two men and one woman. It can also be called a hybrid activity, or a double attack, sharing a beautiful wife, two dragons and one phoenix, a three-person battle, fighting against two heroes, two men sharing a wife, etc. In short, it's a sex game of two men and one woman! After playing, we'll be strangers and there will be no more contact. I believe that my wife won't fall in love with someone else during this only extramarital sex activity. Even if she does, because we can't contact each other afterward, such emotional fluctuations will gradually subside.

This is perhaps the most acceptable way for me to resolve the issue. After my wife finished recounting the six-person party, I didn't comment as usual. Instead, I resorted to my old trick, imagining details of multiple men playing sexual games with my wife, enticing her into a passionate frenzy with me… After calming down, I seriously told my wife, "We can find a stranger to play a threesome, two men to one woman."

My wife asked me, puzzled, why I had such an idea. I told her my thoughts: Love is selfless, but love and sex are separate.

Should a man only have sex with one woman in his life, and a woman only have sex with one man? I believe that as long as there is love, it doesn't matter if a man only has sex with his wife, or a wife only has sex with her husband.

As long as we deeply love each other, that's enough. Why insist on exclusivity? Besides, the pleasure of sex and the pleasure of love are two different kinds of pleasure. There's no need to force them to be the same. Love is unique, while sex is limitless. A woman's youth fades quickly. My wife has been with me for so many years and given so much. I want to make it up to her.

I want my wife to experience pleasure and happiness in sexual games.

My wife still couldn't accept this reality. She sighed, unable to imagine what it would feel like to be with a strange man. Perhaps she could accept it more if it happened between acquaintances.

I understood my wife's thoughts; women are more accepting of familiar men.

In a woman's eyes, wine gets better with age, and ginger gets spicier with age. Familiar men she's known for many years might help her overcome her psychological barriers. But in this regard, I'm a rational, or rather selfish, person. I absolutely wouldn't allow such a thing to happen between acquaintances. Regardless of the potential emotional entanglements my wife might have with them and the trouble it would bring to the family, as a man, handing my wife over to an acquaintance would be incredibly embarrassing. I patiently explained the consequences to my wife: if something like this happens between acquaintances, it will be awkward when we meet again, and we might not even be able to remain friends.

Moreover, playing this game is different from adultery. The man's wife often doesn't know about it. Once the spouse finds out, it will not only cause conflict in the other 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 someone she knows, the situation becomes even more complicated, and the consequences are even more unimaginable. After listening to my analysis, my wife found it very reasonable and said that it would be best to find a stranger from out of town to have some fun, and forget about locals.

I told her not to be so absolute; even if she didn't know anyone in the city, she could still invite them over.

My wife said she was afraid of running into acquaintances. I reassured her that the city was so big, with millions of people, it was unlikely to be that coincidental, and I had my own way of avoiding awkward situations. My method for avoiding encounters with acquaintances was 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 were plenty of such people online.

My wife doesn't use computers, let alone go online, so she knows very little about some of the new ways of interacting between men and women reflected online.

My specific steps were: first, to communicate with the online friend to get a feel for their character; I absolutely wouldn't let a vulgar person approach or hurt my wife.

If things went well, I would ask them to send a photo to avoid running into acquaintances, and also let my wife get a feel for their appearance to decide whether to meet in person.

If we could meet, we could have real contact and communication, giving both parties the right to choose each other. If

there were no problems, then we would book a room and move on to the more practical stage.

I discussed this issue with my wife until late at night, asking her if she agreed with my idea. Half-asleep, she replied, "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; her calm demeanor suggested she had truly agreed. 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 visited a friend, and I stayed home, browsing the internet in my city's chat room on Sina.

My username was "Couple Online," and immediately five or six netizens contacted me.

During our conversations, I sensed they were either of poor character or didn't have photos, so I promptly eliminated them.

Regarding my search for a partner, most of the netizens asked almost the same two questions: "Are you impotent?" and "Is your wife too demanding?" These people lack a deep understanding of sex, which is both laughable and pathetic. Finally, a netizen from Beijing contacted me, saying he was 30 years old and would be in the city on a business trip the next day. He said he could understand this lifestyle.

During our conversation, I thought he was alright, and in the end, he sent me a photo via email.

I told him I would decide after my wife returned. As soon as my wife came back, I immediately showed her the netizen's photo.

My wife laughed and said, "You really took it seriously? I was so sleepy last night, I only agreed because I wanted to sleep..." Like a blow to the head, I was really dizzy. I pulled my wife down to sit and asked her to take a closer look at the netizen, recommending that the young man was good-looking and quite handsome.

But my wife was interested in the vase next to the young man in the photo, praising it for being unique and beautiful, and saying that we should buy a vase like that for our home sometime... All my efforts last night were wasted. I could only obediently watch TV with my wife, coaxing her with kind words, afraid that she might misunderstand me... However, I was still unwilling to give up on my wife's rejection.

After getting into bed, I imagined a threesome to tease my wife, 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 strangers 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 was something that needed to be done quickly; I was afraid that if I waited too long, my wife would change her mind and continue browsing Sina chat rooms. Another online friend contacted me, but I felt this person'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 we got home, and I'd go for a walk with her.

My wife was delighted and said she'd let me know as soon as we got home.

We met downstairs, and I opened the car door for her. My wife 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 complied and got into the car, which I drove directly to the agreed location.

My wife chattered on and

on about the dinner party. It turned out a colleague was celebrating moving to a new house and had invited my wife and about 20 colleagues to her home. The men drank a lot and became quite boisterous.

At this point, my wife paused. Knowing her temperament, I suspected something was amiss.

I asked if someone had offended her.

She nodded and continued, telling me that while everyone was drinking and making a ruckus, her colleague, Director Liu, drunkenly moved next 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 very pretty, but unfortunately the collar isn't turned up properly." The man's eyes gleamed with shameless lewdness.

My wife had dressed carefully before leaving the house and wouldn't have been inappropriately dressed. She knew he was deliberately taking advantage of her, but in front of everyone, she couldn't show it, though she felt extremely uncomfortable.

Director Liu is bald and known for his womanizing ways in his workplace, but he's also cheerful and witty, which often attracts a large group of women. I know him.

In the past, I would have been furious if I'd known about this, but now, although I still feel uncomfortable, I think it's just colleagues flirting, and it's not too outrageous, so there's no need to take it too seriously. Besides, my eagerness to get my wife to meet him online seems to have lessened my resentment towards Director Liu.

I comforted my wife, saying he'd had too much to drink and not to take him seriously. I told her to tell me if he went too far, and I'd deal with him… After a few kind words to soothe her, I cautiously asked if she wanted to meet the person she met online. She asked what kind of person, and I replied that he was a soldier. As we approached the meeting place, I pulled 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, “Uh…you’re not serious, are you? I thought it was just a joke. This won’t do! I have a husband, you go see him yourself, I’m not going!”

The plan fell through.

The journey home was silent, a mix of emotions I couldn't describe.

My wife's loyalty deeply moved me, but her inability to take that step left me bewildered.

Seeing my gloomy expression, she said, "I love her very much, please don't have any other thoughts." She softened her tone, saying, "I don't like soldiers, and besides, I'm not in the mood tonight… Give me some time to adjust, okay?"

Back home, in bed, I earnestly tried to persuade her: a modern woman should be adventurous and ready for challenges.

I really wanted to find a man to play with, just one, and we could play a threesome, so she could have more fun.

You're almost 30, life is short, you should do what your heart truly desires while you're young, experience the feeling of being with another man, really! I really want you to try other men, truly!

My wife said that as long as I'm with her often, that's enough; she doesn't want to play these games, afraid of hurting my feelings.

I reassured her, "This is all my choice."

Extramarital sex is a supplement to marriage. As long as she doesn't fall in love with someone else and her feelings belong to me, the more diverse our extramarital sex life is, the stronger our marriage will be.

My wife said, "Honey, I know you mean well, but I just can't take that step. It's like asking me to eat fatty meat; I know it won't do any harm to my health, but please don't force me."

I continued to persuade her: "This is a secret between us. We've both been through this before. As long as it doesn't affect our marriage and family, what's wrong with being a little more indulgent in sex?" My wife still hesitated. She had never been with another man before, and she didn't know what to do if we really had to do this.

Besides, wouldn't it be too promiscuous? I said, "From the perspective of male and female physiological differences, as long as we pay attention to hygiene and contraception, a mature woman can have sex with several men in a row, so she doesn't need to worry about being hurt.

Most importantly, we both enjoy sex and want to explore its mysteries. Our relationship won't change because of this; it's just about getting more different experiences, isn't that good?" Seeing that my wife was already tempted...

I asked again, "If that young man from Beijing contacts me by phone, should we meet him?"

My wife was silent for a moment before replying, "You've already promised him, and I don't want to hurt him. Let's try, but only once... The most important thing is, are you really willing for me to do something like this?"

My wife is always so serious about things.

I said, "Why not? I'm serious. I've thought it through. Since I've been fantasizing about it for so long, it needs a breakthrough to be meaningful." The next day was November 8th.

That morning, my wife went to work, the child went to her grandmother's house, and I continued searching for friends in Sina's local chat rooms.

I really hoped that the netizen from Beijing would contact me, because the opportunity was good that day.

The child was taken care of in the afternoon and for dinner, giving my wife and me some free time.

However, I had a work engagement at noon, and my wife had to attend a colleague's wedding in the evening, so we only had a few hours together in the afternoon. Perhaps my expectations were too high; the conversation with the netizen didn't go very well, and by 11 a.m., there was still no result.

Feeling a bit deflated, I was about to shut down my computer and go to the kitchen to cook when 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. He hoped to join our lives. I told him that my wife and I had watched some erotic content online and were very interested in sex games involving two men and one woman. I love my wife, but I also want her to experience some excitement.

Morally, my wife is my most private possession, especially sexually. Revealing what is most private and intimate is a challenge to myself and to morality; people survive through constant challenges—that's the source of excitement.

Life is short, and I want to do what I truly desire while I'm young. Therefore, I especially want to find a man to share my love for my wife, but I can't just find anyone; I'm afraid of encountering a vulgar person who might hurt my wife.

This netizen understood my situation and said he could fully cooperate and would respect my wife completely.

During our conversation, I learned that he and his wife had similar experiences, and he was also from my hometown, which made me feel a sense of kinship.

I repeatedly emphasized that my wife hadn't tried this before, and that meeting him might be fruitless, so I hoped he could work with me to persuade her.

He frankly admitted that he was actually 28 years old, only two years younger than his wife, but he looked younger, so he described himself as 23 in his online name.

We exchanged QQ numbers, and he sent his photo to her. Just then, my wife came home from work and showed her his picture. After seeing it, she laughed and said, "This guy looks a bit simple and honest, and he even looks a bit like you."

I asked her if she was willing to meet him. She said, "Sure, if you say so, then let's meet."

My wife answered so readily that I was a little skeptical and asked why she agreed so quickly. She said, "You were angry last night, but I just didn't express it. I don't want you to be unhappy again today..." A feeling of gratitude welled up inside me: My wife is so good.

I immediately told the online friend that my wife had agreed to meet, 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 lunch. 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 relax. Then I called my wife, who was taking a nap, to wake her up.

She seemed a little reluctant on the other end and said, "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 down after getting ready. During the 20-plus minutes I waited for my wife to come downstairs in the car, I felt like each day was an eternity.

The thought of my wife about to meet her online friend... a mix of conflicting emotions—anxiety, excitement, and sadness—swirled within me, a dreamlike feeling . I hoped she would change her mind, yet I also wanted her to go and face it... Finally, my wife arrived at the car.

That day, she wore a perfectly tailored dark trench coat, open over which she wore a light yellow fitted sweater, exuding a casual charm.

It was clear she hadn't dressed up deliberately; she had simply styled her hair and applied some lipstick. As usual, she wasn't glamorous or flashy, but rather fresh, natural, and elegant.

My wife later told me that she hadn't really dressed up; she had just been dawdling and didn't want to go out, but considering how much effort I had put in, she didn't want to disappoint me.

Unlike usual, this time my wife sat in the back seat of the car, letting me sit there. What a sight! When we were almost at Green Lake, a friend called and said he wasn't familiar with the area. He knew there were teahouses, but he couldn't find any with private rooms.

He was from another province, and I understood his difficulties. I told him we were almost there, and once we found the place, I would call him and then take my wife to a teahouse called "Holy Land Sand Tea House." There were private rooms on the second floor.

The private room was unique and elegant, with brightly colored armchairs shaped like hands—a novel design. The cozy space was filled with tranquility.

My wife loved this playground-like environment. She practically cheered as she leaned heavily into the sofa, her round, bright eyes sparkling with excitement, and a blush of joy on her face.

The weather was warm, and my wife wasn't wearing a trench coat when she got out of the car. Her light yellow sweater, combined with the graceful curves of her body, added a spring-like feel to the small private room, making me think my wife was very sexy, always possessing a certain charm.

I felt truly blessed to have such a wonderful wife in this life.

Just as the tea was served, our online friend appeared.

After we were seated, we chatted casually about everything under the sun. The online friend, wearing 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 previously shared, 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 also went to the restroom.

I asked Huang if he had feelings for my wife. Huang 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 loved me, but was rather conservative, lamenting that she 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 felt confused about the depth of that love.

We finally met, but I still didn't know my wife's true thoughts. I discussed with Xiao Huang that he would make an excuse to leave for a while so I could ask my wife what she thought.

After Xiao Huang left, I eagerly asked my wife how the conversation went and whether she was willing. My wife said she didn't know, but she felt Xiao Huang was quite nice during the conversation.

She said that if it didn't involve that kind of issue, 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 she really entered that kind of environment... I knew her inner struggle and unease: "You're very conflicted right now, aren't you?"

"Yes..."

She nodded, still with her head down. "Your conflict means you still have desires. It's because you want it, but you feel that doing this shouldn't be right, that's why you feel conflicted. Your unease comes from traditional societal norms that believe women shouldn't have extramarital affairs. Actually, you shouldn't feel like you're at a disadvantage; just feel like you're playing with another man and enjoying yourself." My wife was still a little hesitant, after all, we had never done this kind of thing before.

I knew my encouragement had bolstered her resolve, so I seized the opportunity to continue encouraging her, saying, "Sex is a need, and your body is your own. As long as you're willing to try, I approve. What's wrong with that? If you've thought it through, just do it! It's just for pleasure, so let's try it once, okay?"

My wife held my hand tightly, looked at me, and gazed at me for a long time before nodding and saying, "Okay, if you really want me to try, I'll listen to you, let's try it once..."

Now that my wife had agreed, I could put my plan into action.

After Xiao Huang returned, I told him there was a hotel near Green Lake and asked him to go there to book a room.

He said he didn't have his ID card with him, and I said a little anxiously, "We need your out-of-town ID card to book a room."

He said he would take a taxi back to get it.

Hand in hand with my wife, we strolled along the edge of Green Lake. I asked her if she was nervous. She replied that she wasn't exactly nervous, but she felt uneasy, like when her mother used to ask her to meet boyfriends. She didn't want to, but the adults meant well, and she couldn't refuse… I squeezed her hand and encouraged her, “Sex is a pleasure. As long as we prepare properly and make our threesome harmless, you can enjoy it to the fullest. Try to relax and don't worry about what I think. As long as you enjoy it and aren't being tortured, I won't care who you do it with.” We drove to the hotel parking lot, and my wife quietly sat in the back seat.

I called Xiao Huang, who told us everything was arranged in room 425.

Suddenly, I remembered something important and called Xiao Huang to remind him to bring safety equipment.

After listening, my wife suddenly blurted out, "I think you're forcing someone into prostitution..." A pang of bitterness 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, a little past 5.

It was a standard room, not very big; the two beds in the middle made the room quite cramped. A

sports event was playing on TV.

After Xiao Huang poured us tea, he sat still, probably unsure how to begin.

All three of us knew what was going to happen, but 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, letting Xiao Huang or her shower first, and 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, entered 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 block out light. This was good; if it were pitch black and nothing could be seen, there would be little sensory stimulation.

I frankly told Xiao Huang that I was very nervous, and the unique psychological feeling was hard to describe at that moment… Xiao Huang comforted me, saying that everyone feels this way the first time, with a lot of trepidation, and that this feeling would gradually disappear after experiencing it. After a moment of silence, I discussed with Xiao Huang: while I showered, he should seize the opportunity, hoping to see his progress when I came out.

Although I said this, I was actually afraid that my wife would be hurt… Xiao Huang understood my feelings at that moment, saying that he wouldn't hurt my wife, that he would respect her, and that I shouldn't worry.

I also specifically instructed Xiao Huang that when we were playing later, he must find an opportunity to enter my wife's body first.

I did this mainly because I was afraid my wife would change her mind; if I did this, the deed would be done.

Xiao Huang smiled calmly and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter who goes first, I won't care about these things." You could tell that Xiao Huang was indeed experienced in this regard. After a while, his wife's voice came from the bathroom, telling him 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 already closed them. This meant that my wife was about to come out of the bathroom.

My heart was pounding as I imagined what would happen if my wife came out fully clothed. Should I take off her clothes or let Xiao Huang do it? If I took them off, she might be more psychologically accepting, but if Xiao Huang took them off while I watched, it would be more exciting... The bathroom door opened, and my wife stepped out and walked straight down the hallway into the room.

My wife, her face flushed after her bath, her head held high, looked radiant.

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 cover her completely, and the hem of her bathrobe revealed her slipper-clad feet and part of her fair thighs. She exuded a mature woman's unique sexiness and charm... How could my wife be so open at this moment? The only thing covering her body was a bath towel; didn't that mean it would be easy to strip her naked? But only for a moment. My wife turned back and hid in the bathroom. She complained to me, "Why didn't you make the bed for me?"

Only then did I understand what she meant, and I quickly did as she said. It was true that my wife had wanted to make things convenient for us.

Later, she told me that she was wearing a tight-fitting bra that day, extending from her upper body to her buttocks, which was difficult to take off. Since she had already come this far, she figured it would be easier to just leave her 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. His gaze swept over my wife's body, but 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 the composure he possessed, a trait born of experience.

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