[3P Experience]

Lately, my thoughts have been quite scattered. Work and life are a jumbled mess, and I've been wanting to write about my experiences with three-person relationships, but I just can't seem to muster the courage or get the ideas flowing.

We started looking for couples before the National Day holiday, but we didn't have any friends to talk to about this yet. We were just waiting passively for couples to "walk into our trap." So, we only communicated with a few couples from other cities.

My wife and I shared one account and one QQ account. We shared our thoughts, our every change, and considered each other's needs. However, as our relationship deepened, we both started to get impatient, so we decided to find a single man first.

It happened quite suddenly. There were three single men, and for various reasons, the one who finally agreed was a friend from Foshan. I must say, this single man was very polite on QQ. We tried our best to be polite to everyone, but often we lost focus, the conversation got messy, and other things came up, causing us to annoy many people. This single man, however, remained calm and composed, always chatting and laughing freely, which is why we ultimately chose him.

We had never done this before, and when we told the single man he'd be over that evening, my wife and I didn't think much of it, because we hadn't realized what we were about to face.

We chatted, watched movies, and joked around. When the single man told us he'd arrived at the bus station, my wife and I fell silent. Deep down, we were tense, embarrassed, surprised, and worried—a complex mix of emotions.

That evening, my family called to tell me an elder was sick and asked me to come over. After thinking for a long time, I told my wife, "Wait a bit, he'll arrive, you can meet him." My wife agreed.

While I was with the elder, counting the drops of medicine dripping from the IV drip, I texted my wife, asking how she was doing, wondering if she was embarrassed, and how the single man would react. My mind raced through countless possible scenarios. My wife texted to tell me she'd seen the single man and that I should come back quickly. I agreed while asking what happened, and my wife only told me, "Come back quickly, I'm scared."

The single man had previously asked me if it was possible to have sex with my wife beforehand. I thought about it and told him that if he could win her over, it was possible. He must have tried many ways to win her over—humorous conversation, caring concern, sharing stories and experiences—he probably considered everything. But when I returned home and found the door open, and my wife and the man standing far apart, both very reserved, I knew something was wrong.

My wife rushed to me and hugged me tightly. I could feel her fear, but why fear? She had never shown any fear when we discussed these things before.

The single man was tall and well-built, and quite polite, but a little abrupt. As we shook hands, took off our coats, and greeted each other, he asked if he needed to wash up.

I hesitated. Wash what? Wash his hands?

I shook my head, subtly implying to him not to say such things. My wife was behaving strangely; I wondered if this was what many people call backing out at the last minute. I was worried about her state and wanted to talk to her. At this point, the single man said, "I'll go buy some water, you two can chat."

He had previously told us that if we weren't satisfied, he could leave. My wife told me, "He's come all this way, it's not good to let him come for nothing." So I felt it was unlikely my wife would back out at the last minute, but where was the problem?

He came in and immediately started massaging my shoulders, holding my hand, and touching me. That's what my wife said. I suddenly realized the crux of the problem: the single man was too hasty.

In my wife's and my plan, we would chat, joke around, get to know each other, and then... something else. But he started with blatant sexual innuendo, and my wife couldn't handle it.

My wife hugged me tightly, and I hesitated, asking her again, "Is it okay?" My wife thought for a moment and told me, "If he doesn't touch me like that again, we'll see what happens. He's come all this way, what else can he do?"

Seeing my wife's reluctance, I acquiesced. This directly led to her later aversion to single men touching her, and the less-than-ideal start resulted in some details of the process being less than smooth and enjoyable.

The single man returned, carrying several cans of Red Bull and a box of condoms. He went to take a shower with an air of utter exhaustion, as if he were about to die in battle. When he took off his clothes, he was already erect. I held my wife and peeked from outside the bathroom, secretly asking her questions like, "How's he doing?" My wife blushed.

After the single man finished showering, my wife went to shower. She kept trying to pull me to shower with her, but I refused. I wanted to talk to the single man while my wife was showering, but before I could finish speaking, she had already finished showering at lightning speed, put on a loose shirt, and sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word.

Perhaps they also needed to communicate and take some time to ease the previous awkwardness and unpleasantness. Thinking this, I went into the bathroom. Halfway through my shower, I suddenly noticed the single man and my wife standing at the door, peeping at me. A wave of dizziness washed over me. The two men's smirks were so perfectly synchronized, so perfectly coordinated; they seemed to have gotten to know each other a bit.

We were wrapped in towels, chatting about friends' experiences and other strange and unusual topics. I felt I should do something to break the awkward silence, since my wife was staring at us like a wooden statue. My wife and I hugged and kissed, and she started to moan softly. The single man, I don't know when, sat down next to her and began caressing her arms and breasts. She pushed him away, and he, a little embarrassed, started licking her ear. She struggled for a moment, then stopped.

What followed was natural: the single man revealed his erect penis. My wife frowned, looked at it, and suddenly said the shape was different from mine. I glanced at mine; yes, the shape was indeed different. The single man's was mushroom-shaped, with a larger head and a slightly thinner body.

The single man and I each took turns licking my wife's breasts and ears, caressing her entire body. My wife slowly moaned, gradually getting into the mood.

The single man was giving his wife oral sex. She said it hurt a little, so he stopped, seemingly unsatisfied, and lay down on the bed, letting her touch it. She nervously touched it lightly and told him she was wet.

I took the opportunity to turn her over, from lying flat to kneeling on the bed, her face towards my penis. He asked if she wanted it, if she'd wanted it for a while. She shook her head and said no, while I frowned slightly. This was a problem caused by a lack of communication.

I slowly guided her, gently inserting myself into her body, lying behind her, listening to her uncontrollable moans with each penetration, and told her to hold my penis. She obediently held it, her hands starting to wander, rubbing the glans. I whispered in her ear, "Touch it with your tongue." She wiped away the fluid from his penis and then touched it with her tongue. I told my wife to lightly touch it with the tip of her tongue again, and she did so several times. The contact area between her tongue and my penis gradually increased, and I gradually increased the force of my thrusts. Suddenly, I groaned. My wife had suddenly taken my penis into her mouth and was frantically performing oral sex. This was her true self; that was the only thought in my mind.

My wife started taking the initiative. Whenever the single man approached, she would reach out and grasp his penis, taking it into her mouth or sticking out her tongue, which would frantically roll around on his penis and scrotum. We then officially began our threesome. Although we were a little clumsy, watching my wife and the single man's intercourse, their oral sex, so smooth and natural, a strange thought suddenly surged in my mind: Perhaps this is animal instinct?

We thrust in and out, changing positions, my wife's hands, mouth, and vagina never stopping. When my wife grasped both penises in her hands and took them into her mouth, licking them together with her tongue, I knew she had relaxed and wasn't so tense anymore. The single man and I tried to make my wife orgasm with our hands, discussing our experiences, and suddenly it felt so natural, so harmonious.

My wife was about to orgasm under the single man's thrusts when he stopped; he ejaculated. My wife was a little disappointed. This is when the benefits of a threesome became apparent. When the single man couldn't finish, I took over, and my wife reached nine orgasms that night.

We went on like this, switching positions and thrusting. My wife had never orgasmed in the woman-on-top position before, but when she was on top of the single man, with my penis in her mouth, she reached orgasm, probably because of the stimulation.

Every time, my wife would swallow my semen, then slowly lick it clean inch by inch with her tongue, savoring the taste, and then slowly drinking it down. I told the single man all this, so when he asked my wife if she wanted to eat it, if she had been wanting to for a while, she frowned and refused. After the single man ejaculated, my wife and I continued our lovemaking. My wife licked the single man until he was hard, and the second time, my wife's lower body started to hurt.

She didn't like the single man's appearance; she preferred handsome men. The single man wasn't particularly handsome, so my wife felt no desire or emotion, but she was still very passionate. As a result, her vagina was burning with pain, there was no lubrication, and the shape of the single man's penis also made her uncomfortable. As a result, every time the single man penetrated and moved, it hurt like crazy. My wife wanted the single man to ejaculate and finish, so he entered her from the side, thrusting wildly. My wife cried out in pain. He tried to stop, but she told him to continue. This is probably human nature's pursuit of pleasure; even when in pain, we experience pleasure and are often reluctant to stop. Sure enough, my wife orgasmed under his thrusting, but she was also in considerable pain.

My wife was exhausted, and the single man and I each ejaculated. I glanced at the time—four hours—it was indeed quite long. I looked at my wife with concern; her signature big eyes sparkled mischievously as she winked at me.

She was starting to get naughty, but what exactly was she going to do? I was a little confused. She seemed alright, so I felt relieved. We started chatting, and the awkwardness and tension from before disappeared. It was like talking to old friends who hadn't seen each other for years. We talked about history, life, and work. My wife kept her genitals facing us, and the single man kept staring at her vulva with lingering interest. My wife seemed oblivious, slowly stroking herself and occasionally spreading her vulva open for him to see.

My wife is a little cunning, a little mischievous, and I smiled knowingly.

My wife didn't want the single man to stay overnight, so he had to leave. After he left, my wife told me she didn't like his appearance or the shape of his penis, but she found it very exciting. She wanted to see me with another woman and also wanted to try being intimate with her.

I asked her worriedly if it still hurt. She said it wouldn't hurt if we didn't do it, explaining that the single man's penis was different from hers, and it was chafing her. It was burning hot.

Seeing that my wife was alright, I finally relaxed completely. My wife clung to me, licking me, and we became entangled again.

We've already experienced a threesome, but my wife wants to find a handsome single man who will make her completely open up. This was our first time, and she still wasn't completely at ease. She wants a handsome guy, the kind of guy who would do everything he does for me to a single man. I know how crazy my wife can be, so—our requirements for single men from now on are tall, handsome, and someone she feels comfortable and likes.

It's been over ten days since that threesome, and we still bring it up. Every time we mention it, my wife gets shy, but every time we talk about the details, she gets excited. I guess that's what they call the spice of marriage.

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