New love, old love

It's been almost a year since my last blog post. A lot of exciting things have happened since then. We've had two more threesomes and countless casual dates. My wife's relationship with her previous boyfriend has
also cooled down. Of course, those two threesomes didn't include that guy, and he's not my focus. This time, I want to share some recent events and feelings. New feelings naturally come from
new people and new things. That's right, my wife has a new love interest. This new guy actively pursued her, and since he's quite attractive, she didn't hold back and they hit it off immediately. Their
first official date was just karaoke. Before we went, my wife said, "I'm sure you'll lose your virginity," but she said no. And this guy really knew his limits; he didn't even touch her. However, my wife said
she had a great time at karaoke and it was worth the trip. About three days after the first date, they went to a hotel for their second date. Since we're both adults, this pace is normal. Afterwards, my wife expressed extreme satisfaction with this man
, although his physical attributes were still lacking, several levels below mine. However, she implied he deserved full marks. I don't know the specific reason, but she only said he was very good at licking her genitals. Of course, I
was happy for my wife; finding someone satisfactory isn't easy. I always say my wife has bad luck; besides marrying a man with a high sex drive, the men she's been with for sex have been getting worse and
worse . But sometimes women don't really care about physical attributes. Men don't really understand her standards of satisfaction; maybe it's just fate. After their first time in a hotel, their dates became very
frequent. They went to a hotel again the next day, had sex in the car on the fourth, and another hotel on the sixth. Of course, I would have sex with them again every time they came back. This week, my wife's sex life reached a peak in recent years.
This is the basic background for my diary entry. What happened next was quite unprecedented. After their sixth hotel date, my wife came back and told me she had told the single man. I asked what she
told him, and she said, "I told him, you know." I said, "Aren't you afraid of scaring him?" My wife said she was quite surprised, but she explained our views on marriage to him, and he was trying to understand. I thought
to myself , "What a load of crap! It's not so hard to understand when she's sleeping with other men's wives." But I suggested we meet up, be upfront, and it'd be easier to get along later
. On the seventh day, my wife invited him to dinner and asked if I wanted to come along. I could tell from her tone that she didn't really want me to go, so I declined. We had dinner alone, just the two of us, no hotel room. A few days later,
I suddenly asked my wife if she wanted the three of us to meet. She said it was okay, but we'd have to ask him first. After some discussion, he agreed. That evening, we met at a small
bar. Meeting him wasn't awkward at all. The young man was quite handsome and shy; he didn't seem to be trying to seduce my wife. My wife, on the other hand, seemed to like him a lot. She sat next to him and
even hugged his arm, winking at me. Seeing my wife's happiness, I felt very gratified, summed up in two words: bliss. We talked a lot, and I even invited him
to my place. After all, going to a hotel is both unsafe and a waste of money. Seeing that I didn't do anything unusual, he agreed and came to my house that night. Before he came, my wife and I went
home first, because we were worried about the neighbors seeing us, so we asked him to come later. Around 10 pm, my wife went downstairs to meet him. I asked my wife beforehand if we would have a threesome that night. My wife said he definitely wouldn't be comfortable with it, and that I would ask
his opinion. She said if he was willing, he could come over; if not, she would come find me after we were done, and I should stay by myself. I waited outside their house, and the familiar moaning sounded.
After about 20 minutes, there was no more noise. I waited a few more minutes. By then, my desire was at its peak, and I desperately needed my wife to release her pent-up desire. But my wife was lying motionless in his arms. In my haste, I didn't follow
my wife 's instructions and instead pushed open the door and appeared in front of their bed. He instinctively grabbed the blanket and covered his face, looking extremely awkward. My wife, seeing his startled expression, became emotional and told
me to leave immediately. After I left, my wife asked him if he could accept us doing it next to him, and if not, she would come out and do it with me alone. He hesitated for a moment and said he could, so I went in
. When I got into bed, they had probably just finished, and their passion had faded. They weren't in sync with me, and I didn't do much foreplay. I just started thrusting right in, with his semen still inside me. As
I thrust, my wife struggled, mainly trying to burrow into his arms and kiss him desperately. I got a little annoyed and thrust harder, and a lot of white foam came out. After I ejaculated
, my wife was limp and curled up in his arms. I have to commend this single man; even though the passion had faded after ejaculation, he held my wife tightly. After I finished, I
wisely gave them some space and went back to my room to sleep. They chatted for a while longer, then probably went to sleep too. When I got up in the middle of the night, I heard my wife moaning as soon as I stepped outside. It seemed
they sex again. This time, I didn't rush in to join them. Instead, I listened at the door for a while, and only after they finished did I text my wife to ask her to come out. But after waiting a long time without a reply, I went
back in. This time, I didn't get into bed; I just asked my wife to come out for a moment. My wife was very unhappy. She stormed out and yelled at me, "You went too far!" I was a little stunned.
I just wanted to have sex with my wife; what was so excessive about that? This whole thing ruined my mood. I retorted a couple of times, and we went to our separate rooms. Thinking about all the exciting things that had happened that night, I didn't think much
of it and was even hoping to rekindle our passion in the morning. But when dawn broke, I heard them leaving, so I got up to go back to my wife's bed. But
when I opened the door, I was dumbfounded—they had both left together, and the room was empty. I was instantly furious. I couldn't understand why this was happening. I texted my wife to express my dissatisfaction, but it
was for naught. Much later, my wife finally texted me to apologize. I told her about my hurt feelings of being ignored, and we made up in the end. That's the end of the story. All this
rambling was just to lay the groundwork for my own thoughts and reflect on why I was so emotional this time. Did I really think my wife didn't care about me?
Later, I realized that this had nothing to do with whether my wife and I had a weak relationship, but rather it was a natural reaction to a new love and an old flame. For my wife, he was a new
love she adored; the kind of rarity she showed him was almost unfamiliar to me. She would passionately kiss every inch of his body, and during sex, she would alternate between penetration and kissing, filled with tenderness and infatuation.
But with me, my wife had been like a wealthy woman who had hired a gigolo for years; she would just lie there, and I wouldn't even bother to turn over. Of course, I enjoyed the same things he did before we got married; I was
also a new love then, but if I count the years, it must have been at least eight or ten. The so-called seven-year itch is probably similar to this. When two people become too familiar, things slowly become mundane,
lacking passion, initiative, and expression. When you meet someone new, even if they aren't as good as your partner in some ways, just the slightest "difference" can ignite your passion, initiative, and expression—it's
only human nature! Having figured this out, I wondered, if this new love didn't exist, could we still have the same passion as before? Will my wife still enjoy being affectionate with me like she did before we got married? After
thinking for two seconds, no more than three seconds, the answer was irrefutable: we can't go back! Since we can't go back, why not let go of my resentment and let my wife enjoy a new experience on her own
? Isn't that exactly why I chose to take this path?

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