3-player game

My wife and I both have respectable jobs and live a comfortable but not extravagant middle-class life. To be honest, my wife isn't the demure, classical beauty type; her features are striking, her figure slender yet voluptuous, and her skin, in particular, is dazzlingly fair—the kind that arouses lust. I often feel fortunate to have such a beautiful wife, the envy of others. I enjoy having her accompany me to various gatherings and revel in the envious and eager glances from others.
My wife is a wonderful woman to me and to our family. Before we married, although she had relationships with other men, she never had sexual relations with any of them. After we got married, I occasionally heard her mention that some colleagues at work would take advantage of her, only touching her thigh or pinching her breasts—in short, she has never had sexual relations with any other man besides me. But I was different. Due to work and business, I had secretly had affairs with quite a few women. But in real life, I felt that no woman outside of marriage could replace her.
This peaceful life lasted for six years. My wife's gentle nature and beautiful body brought me endless joy. As time went by, our feelings for each other grew stronger, but some feelings slowly faded. Just like our lovemaking, the passion, the sweetness, and the tenderness remained, but the blushing and heart-pounding excitement, the electric shock of skin-to-skin contact, and the shy, reserved struggles were all gone. This was unavoidable because we were too familiar and too intimate with each other. In fact, these feelings were very beautiful, but if I could, I would like to experience some completely new feelings with my wife.
I had been eagerly anticipating that exciting moment, but when it finally arrived, I felt like I was dreaming.
It all started one night in early November. As usual, my wife and I liked to talk before going to sleep, discussing the pleasure and joy that sex brought us while we made love. My wife and I have always had a very good relationship; we can talk about almost anything. We've tried various sexual positions, some I taught ourselves, others we learned from pornography. I don't know if other couples do this, but I know that what we do is perfectly normal.
My wife told me that she had read an article in the magazine "The Beginning of Man" about three families with six men and women engaging in wife-swapping. My wife's department is full of young people, and they subscribe to all sorts of magazines. Magazines like "The Beginning of Man" and "Family, Society and Life" are among her favorites to read in her spare time.
She's discussed her thoughts on some articles with me before, touching on topics like sexual practices and lovers. I enjoy discussing these issues with her. We're not embarrassed at all; in fact, our discussions often become more exciting and stimulating.
The magazine's depiction of a six-person party stirred up a huge wave of emotions within me, giving rise to a complex mix of feelings, and I also hoped she could provide some new excitement.
Like many couples, I used to imagine the details of my wife having sex with multiple men, and I would tell her about it during kisses and caresses in bed, arousing her to the point of unbearable desire, leading us to climax together amidst soft moans.
After the passion subsided, my wife 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 married life.
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, although many women would never dare to cross that line in their entire lives. When we discuss it after experiencing intense pleasure, we both absolutely believe it could never happen to us. We are unaware, or perhaps unwilling to be aware, of this transgressive desire that also exists subconsciously within us.
I can't convince myself to encourage her to have a lover. Letting my wife go to another man in my life is something I can't bear, and besides, my wife would think I don't love her. A husband and wife each having their own affairs is also unacceptable; that would make family life a mess, devoid of any joy, and besides, it's not much different from encouraging her to have a lover.
The male dominance that possesses a woman's desires drives me to keep my wife bound to my chariot.
I don't appreciate wife-swapping games. My wife's sexual activities wouldn't be under my watchful eye, and she would perceive it as men treating women as playthings for sexual stimulation, which wouldn't be good for our relationship.
I only allow my wife to experience sexual pleasure under my complete control.
Therefore, I've come up with the idea of a threesome. I'll arrange everything, find a stranger to participate, and take charge 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—two men against one woman—which is the currently popular three-person group sex activity, or you could call it a mixed sex activity. It could also be called double penetration, sharing a beautiful wife, two dragons and one phoenix, three-person battle, fighting against two heroes, two men sharing a wife, etc. In short, it's a sex game between two men and one woman! After that, we'll be like strangers, with no further contact. I believe my wife won't fall in love with someone else during this one extramarital affair. Even if she did, since we can't contact each other anymore, such emotional fluctuations will gradually subside. This is perhaps the most acceptable way for me to solve the problem.
After my wife finished recounting the six-person party, I didn't offer my usual comments. Instead, I resorted to my old trick, imagining the 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 could find a stranger to play a threesome—two men against 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 his whole life, and a woman only with one man?
I believe that as long as there is love, it doesn't matter whether 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 must it be exclusive? Furthermore, sexual pleasure and the pleasure of love are two different kinds of pleasure, and there's no need to force them to be the same. Love is unique, while sex is limitless.
A woman's youth fades quickly, and my wife has been with me for so many years, sacrificing so much for me. I want to make it up to her. I want my wife to experience pleasure and happiness in sexual play.
My wife still can't accept this reality. She sighs, finding it hard to imagine what it would feel like to be with a stranger. Perhaps she could accept it more if it happened between someone she knows well.
I understand 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. A familiar man she's known for many years might be more helpful in overcoming their psychological barriers to sex.
However, I am a rational, or perhaps selfish, person in this regard. I absolutely cannot allow such a thing to happen among 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, giving my wife away to acquaintances and friends is utterly shameful.
I patiently explained the seriousness of the situation to my wife: such a thing happening among acquaintances would create awkwardness in future encounters, and we might not even be able to remain friends. Moreover, playing such a game is different from wife-swapping. The wives of the participating men are often unaware of the situation. Once their spouses find out, it will not only cause conflict in their respective families but also severely damage the reputations of all three individuals, bringing immeasurable losses to their families and careers. The risks are too great. Furthermore, if my wife develops feelings for one of the acquaintances, the situation we face will be even more complicated, and the consequences will be even more unpredictable.
My wife found my analysis quite reasonable and said it would be best to find strangers from out of town to visit, avoiding locals. I told her not to be so absolute; she could invite people from the city she didn't know. My wife said she was afraid of running into acquaintances, and 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 running into acquaintances was to find them online and contact them through the internet. My wife asked skeptically, "Are there really such people?" 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 gauge their character; I absolutely wouldn't allow a vulgar person to contact or harm my wife. If things went well, I'd ask them to send photos to avoid encountering acquaintances, and also to let my wife get a feel for their appearance to decide whether to meet them. If we met, we could have a real interaction and exchange, ensuring both parties had the right to choose each other. If everything was fine, we'd book a room and move to the more physical stage.
I discussed this with my wife late into the night, asking if she agreed with my plan. Half-asleep, she replied, "You can handle everything; I'll listen to you."
That night, I tossed and turned excitedly, unable to sleep. My wife slept soundly beside me. I couldn't help but wonder. My wife seemed so calm; had she really agreed? On one hand, the thought of my wife being with someone else made me feel a pang of jealousy, but on the other hand, if she really went through with it, I felt I had done right by her, and a sense of relief washed over me… I had been looking forward to that exciting moment, but when it finally arrived, I felt like I was dreaming.
It all started one night in early November. As usual, my wife and I liked to talk before going to sleep.
My wife told me she had read an article in the magazine *Ren Zhi Chu* about three families with six men and women involved in wife-swapping.
My wife's department had many young people who subscribed to all sorts of magazines, and *Ren Zhi Chu* and *Family, Society and Life* were among the publications she frequently read in her spare time. My wife has discussed her thoughts on some articles with me before, touching on topics like sex and lovers, and I enjoy discussing these issues with her. My wife is very good to me and our family; she's a typical virtuous wife and loving mother. In reality, no woman outside of our marriage can replace her. The magazine article about the six-person party has stirred up a huge storm in my heart, giving rise to a complex mix of emotions. Over the years, my wife has stood by me through thick and thin; she has given so much. Facing such a good woman, I don't know how to make it up to her. I can't convince myself to encourage her to have a lover.
Letting my wife go to another man in our marriage is something I can't bear, and besides, my wife would think I don't love her. A husband and wife each pursuing their own interests is also unacceptable; such a lifestyle would be chaotic and devoid of any enjoyment, and it wouldn't be much different from encouraging her to have a lover. The male dominance and desire for a woman compels me to keep my wife bound to my chariot. I don't approve of wife-swapping; it would prevent me from witnessing my wife's sexual activities, and she would perceive it as men treating women as playthings for sexual stimulation, which would be detrimental to our marital relationship. I only allow my wife to experience sexual pleasure under my complete control. I've considered a threesome. I'll arrange everything, involving a stranger, and I'll be in control. This might be the most acceptable way to resolve the issue. The thought of someone holding my wife's snow-white body stirred a pang of jealousy within me, yet I desperately needed to make amends to her, because I love her… Like many couples, I used to imagine the details of various men making love with my wife, sharing these images with her during kisses and caresses in bed, arousing her to the point of unbearable desire, leading to climaxes with her moans.
After the passion subsided, my wife always thought I was just creating the atmosphere, something completely impossible in real life.
My wife is a dutiful and conservative woman, a fact confirmed by over ten years of marriage. However, her impulsiveness also reflects a common characteristic of women: the desire to receive more love from men. This awareness is firmly rooted in a woman's heart, even though many women would never dare to cross that line in their entire lives. After my wife finished talking about the party, I didn't comment as usual. Instead, I resorted to my old trick, imagining the details of multiple men playing sexual games with my wife, enticing her into a passionate encounter with me.
After calming down, I earnestly told my wife that I really wanted to find men to play with her, so she could experience more pleasure. My wife asked me, puzzled, why I would have such thoughts; as long as I love her, that's enough. I told my wife my thoughts: a woman's youth fades quickly, and my wife has been with me for so many years, loyal and devoted, sacrificing so much. I hope I can make it up to her. As a mature woman, my wife possesses a unique charm with her beautiful face and full, mature figure. Her graceful demeanor and unapproachable aura are even more attractive to men… I want my wife to experience joy and happiness in these three-person games.
My wife was very moved, saying that as long as I spend time with her often, that's enough. She doesn't want to play these games, fearing it will hurt her man's feelings. I reassured her, saying that it's all my choice, and as long as she doesn't fall in love with someone else, her feelings belong to me. Although it involves sacrifice, I believe I can bear it all. My wife still hesitated. She has never been with another man; what if she did and falls in love with someone else? I naturally had my own plan for the three-person game: find a stranger online, play together, and then go our separate ways, with no further contact. I believed my wife wouldn't fall in love with someone during their only sexual encounter, and even if she did, the emotional turmoil would gradually subside since there would be no further contact.
My wife still couldn't accept this reality. She sighed, finding it hard to imagine what it would feel like to be with a stranger. Perhaps she could accept it more if it happened between someone she knew? My wife's thoughts were the same as those described in many online posts. Women are more accepting of familiar men. In a woman's eyes, wine gets better with age, and ginger gets spicier with age; a familiar man she's known for many years might be more helpful in overcoming their psychological barriers to sex. However, I am a rational, or perhaps selfish, person in this regard. I absolutely cannot allow such a thing to happen among 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, giving my wife away to acquaintances and friends is utterly shameful. I patiently explained the seriousness of the situation to my wife. I explained that such a thing among acquaintances would create awkwardness in future encounters, and they might even lose their friendship.
Moreover, playing such a game is different from wife-swapping. The participating man's wife is often unaware of the game. Once her spouse finds out, it will not only cause conflict in the other family but also severely damage the reputations of all three individuals, bringing immeasurable losses to the family and their careers. The risks are too great. Furthermore, if my wife develops feelings for one of the acquaintances, the situation we face will be even more complicated, and the consequences will be even more unpredictable. My wife is a woman who prioritizes her husband and family. After my analysis, she thought it made a lot of sense and said it would be best to find online friends from other places to hang out with, and forget about locals. I told her not to be so absolute; she could invite local online friends over if she didn't know them. My wife said she was afraid of running into acquaintances. I reassured her that our city is so big, with millions of people, it's unlikely to be that coincidental, and I have my own way of avoiding awkward situations. My way of avoiding running into acquaintances is: to find them online.
My wife asked doubtfully: "Are there really such people?" I laughed and said there are 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 are to first communicate with online friends to get a feel for their manners; I absolutely won't let vulgar people contact or hurt my wife. If things go well, have the other person send their photo to avoid running into acquaintances. Also, let your wife get a feel for their appearance to decide whether to meet them. If they do meet, they can have a real interaction and conversation, giving both parties the right to choose each other. If everything is fine, then book a room and move on to the more intimate part. I discussed this with my wife late into the night, asking if she agreed with my idea. My wife, half-asleep, replied: "You decide everything, I'll do as you say."
That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, excited. The thought of my wife about to be with someone else filled me with a bitter, sour feeling. Yet, if she really went through with it, I felt I had done right by her, and a sense of relief washed over me… My wife slept soundly beside me. I couldn't help but wonder, was she really agreeing to be with me, given her calm demeanor? The next evening, my wife visited a friend, and I stayed home, browsing the internet and entering a local chat room on Sina. My username was "Couple Online," and immediately five or six netizens contacted me. From their conversations, I sensed either their low quality or the lack of photos, so I promptly eliminated them. Regarding my search for a partner, most netizens asked the same two questions: "Are you impotent?" and "Is your wife too demanding?" These people lacked a deep understanding of sex, which was 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, and that he could understand this lifestyle. During our conversation, I thought he was quite nice, and he eventually sent me a photo via email. I replied that I would decide after my wife returned. When my wife came back, I immediately showed her the netizen's photo. My wife laughed and said, "You actually took it seriously? I was so tired last night, I only agreed because I wanted to sleep..."
It was like a bolt from the blue; I was completely stunned! I pulled my wife down to sit and made her take a closer look at the netizen, recommending that the young man was quite handsome. But my wife was interested in the vase next to the young man in the photo, praising its uniqueness and beauty, and asking when we could buy one for our home… All my efforts last night were wasted. I could only obediently watch TV with her, trying to coax her with kind words, afraid she might misunderstand me… However, I was still unwilling to give up on her rejection. After getting into bed, I imagined a threesome to tease my wife, arousing her greatly.
At that moment, I lovingly told her that sex is a pleasure, and as long as we make the necessary preparations and make sex harmless, she can enjoy it to the fullest. My passionate wife nodded in agreement. I explained that I did this out of genuine love for my wife; it was a way of showing her that I wanted to make her happy and that I wouldn't allow anyone to take her away. This, I said, was the best way to express my love. My wife was very moved, saying that my thinking represented a man's love for his wife reaching its highest level. She agreed to let me help her find someone online.
She said the one in Beijing was indeed handsome, and I could reply to him, but only once, as she was afraid she would become addicted to this kind of game… The next morning, I immediately replied to the online friend, agreeing to meet, and gave him my phone number. That evening, my wife had a dinner engagement, and I stayed home online. The online friend didn't reply, and I was a little disappointed. I felt that this kind of thing had to be done while the iron was hot; I was afraid my wife would change her mind if I waited too long. Continuing into the Sina chat room, a netizen contacted me. This netizen seemed rather unpleasant to talk to, and his sexual intentions were overly obvious. He asked me questions like whether my wife was pretty and whether she was willing to engage in anal sex, which was very offensive. My wife and I both oppose perverted sexual behavior. He was very eager to meet me immediately, even saying he had his ID with him and would book a hotel room if possible. He identified himself as a soldier and gave me his phone number. I thought that soldiers, due to separation from their families, would have strong desires in this area, but I really didn't appreciate his mannerisms. I decided to use him as a test, letting my wife meet him—just to give her some "training." I absolutely refused to play a threesome with him. He immediately called my wife to ask if her dinner party was over. My wife said she was in a friend's car and on her way home. Learning from the previous day's experience, and fearing my wife might change her mind, I lied and said I'd call her when we got home so I could go for a walk with her. My wife was delighted and said she'd let me know when we got home. We
met downstairs, and I opened the car door for her. She asked in surprise, "Weren't we going for a walk?"
I laughed and replied, "Just 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 got in the car, and I drove straight to our agreed-upon location. My wife chattered on and on about the dinner party the whole way.
That evening, a colleague was celebrating his job transfer, inviting his wife and over 20 colleagues to his home. The men drank heavily 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, their department head, Director Liu, drunkenly moved to her side, 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 beautiful, but unfortunately the collar isn't turned up properly." The man's eyes gleamed with shameless lewdness. My wife had carefully dressed before leaving the house, so she 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 had known about this, and although I still feel uncomfortable hearing about it now, I think it's just colleagues flirting, and they haven't gone too far, so there's no need to make a big deal out of it. Besides, the eagerness of mobilizing his wife to meet his online friends 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 in the future, and I'd deal with him… After a few kind words to soothe her, I cautiously asked if she wanted to meet her online friend. She asked what kind of friend, and I replied that he was a soldier. My wife snapped that she didn't like soldiers and wasn't in the mood tonight… As we approached the agreed-upon meeting place, I pulled the car over and said,
“Just a quick meeting, okay? I don't want to do anything tonight. Just think of it as a little exercise.” My wife angrily refused: “I have a husband too! Go see him yourself, I'm not going!” And that was the end of it. The drive home was silent, and I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart. My wife's loyalty deeply moved me, but her inability to take that step left me bewildered. Seeing my gloomy expression, she softened her tone and said, "Honey, I know you mean well, but I just can't bring myself to do it. It's like you want me to eat fatty meat; I know it won't do anything particularly bad for my health, but I just don't like it. Please don't force me, okay?" Back home, we went to bed, and I continued to persuade her, telling her that I loved her deeply and asked her not to have any other thoughts. She said she understood and would let her adjust gradually. I then asked, "If that young man in Beijing contacts me on the phone, should we meet him?" She paused for a moment before replying, "Let's try. You've already promised someone else, and I don't want to hurt him..." My wife always takes things so seriously.
The next day, November 8th... That morning, my wife went to work, and the child went to English class. I continued browsing Sina's local chat room, hoping the netizen in Beijing would contact me, as the opportunity seemed promising. In the afternoon and after dinner, the child had his own activities, playing independently, giving my wife and me some free time. However, I had a work engagement at noon, and my wife was attending a colleague's wedding in the evening, leaving us only a few hours together in the afternoon. Perhaps my expectations were too high; the conversation with the netizen wasn't very fruitful, and by nearly 11 a.m., there was still no progress. Feeling a bit discouraged, I was about to shut down the computer and go to the kitchen to cook. At this time, a netizen named "White-Collar 28" greeted me. This netizen was very frank, saying that he was from another province and had had a similar experience with his wife back in his hometown, hoping to join our lives. I repeatedly emphasized that my wife had never tried, and that meeting in person might be fruitless, hoping he could work with me to persuade her.
I was afraid of encountering a vulgar person who might hurt my wife.
This netizen understood my situation and said he was fully capable of cooperating and would respect my wife completely.
During our conversation, I learned that this netizen was from my hometown, which made me feel even closer to him. He frankly admitted that he was actually 32 years old, but looked young, so he used the name 28 in his online name. We exchanged QQ numbers, and he sent me his photo. Just then, his wife came home from get off work. He showed her his photo, and she laughed, saying, "This man looks a bit simple and honest, and he even looks a bit like you." He asked her if she wanted to meet him. She said, "Then let's meet."
My wife answered so readily that I was a little incredulous and asked why she agreed so quickly. She said, "You were angry last night, but you didn't lash out. I don't want to upset you again today..." A feeling of warmth welled up inside me: my wife is so good. I immediately told my online friend that she had agreed to meet, and we arranged to meet around 3 pm after my social engagement. We would contact each other by phone then. The engagement was in the suburbs, and it was already past 2 pm after dinner. On the drive back, I called my online friend and asked him to find a private room at a teahouse near Green Lake. A quieter environment would facilitate conversation and help set the tone. Then I called my wife, who was taking a nap, to wake her up. My wife seemed a little reluctant on the other end of the line, saying, "I still want to sleep."
I coaxed her repeatedly, "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 be downstairs soon. During the 20-odd minutes I waited in the car for her to come down, a feeling of endless waiting enveloped me. The thought of my wife meeting her online friend, of... filled me with conflicting emotions: anxiety, excitement, and sadness. It felt like a dream; I hoped she would change her mind, yet I also hoped she would go and face him... Finally, my wife arrived at the car. That day, she wore a loose trench coat, with a light yellow fitted sweater underneath, exuding a relaxed charm. It was clear she hadn't dressed up intentionally; she'd only combed her hair and applied some lipstick, looking as fresh and natural as ever. My wife later told me she hadn't really bothered with her appearance, she was just dawdling and didn't want to go out, and since I'd gone to so much trouble, she didn't want to disappoint me. Unlike usual, this time my wife sat in the back of the car. She refused to sit next to me in the driver's seat, saying she wanted some peace and quiet. Halfway through the journey, my wife suddenly blurted out, "I think you're forcing me into prostitution..."
A pang of sadness welled up inside me; even my wife couldn't understand my good intentions. Every beginning is difficult! When we were almost at Green Lake, a friend called, saying he wasn't familiar with the area; 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 I would call him once we found the place.
I took my wife to a teahouse called "Holy Land Sand," which had private rooms on the second floor. The rooms were unique and elegant, with brightly colored single sofas shaped like hands—a novel design—and a warm, tranquil space.
My wife loved this children's playground-like environment. She practically cheered as she leaned heavily into the sofa, her round, bright eyes sparkling with excitement, her face flushed with joy. The weather was warm; 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. Just as the tea was served, our online friend appeared. We were invited to sit down, and everyone chatted casually about everything under the sun. This online friend wore glasses, was refined and polite, but seemed a little reserved and cautious. He told us about his personal experiences and family situation, and mentioned his surname was Huang. His wife later told me that she admired two things about Huang: first, his unwillingness to settle for a stable and 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 shared by my wife in the past, although this was no longer possible once the child started school.
I excused myself to use the restroom, allowing them to talk privately. When I returned, we chatted for a while, and then my wife also went to the restroom. I asked Xiao Huang how the conversation went. He told me that his wife truly loves me, but is also quite conservative. She lamented that she didn't know if society was developing too fast or if she was simply out of touch with the times. She understands my love for her, but she feels confused about the depth of that love. I discussed with Xiao Huang that he would make an excuse to leave for a while, and I would ask his wife what she thought. After Xiao Huang left, his wife begged to go home, her eyes filled with pity.
She said that as long as it didn't involve that kind of thing, she felt the conversation was intimate and natural. But once it touched on that, she had an indescribable feeling… We finally met, and I still didn't know what his wife was thinking. I eagerly asked her if she felt anything, and if she was willing. My wife said she didn't know. She thought the online friend seemed nice during their conversation, but she didn't know how she would feel in that environment… I encouraged her, “Just try it once, okay?
If you don't like it, I won't bring it up again.” My wife nodded silently, “Okay, honey, I'll listen to you…”
There was a hotel near Green Lake. After the online friend returned, I asked him to check in. He said he didn't have his ID card with him. I was a little anxious and said, “You need your out-of-town ID card to check in.” He said he would take a taxi back to get it. My wife and I strolled hand-in-hand along the edge of Green Lake. I asked her if she was nervous. She replied that she wasn't nervous, but she felt uneasy, like she was eating flies. I squeezed my wife's hand and encouraged her, "Hang in there, you might start to feel something..." Suddenly, I remembered something important and called Xiao Huang to remind him to bring safety equipment. We drove to the hotel parking lot, and my wife quietly sat in the back seat. I turned around, took her hand, and asked, "Honey, are you feeling uncomfortable?" My wife looked a little lost and said, "I don't know what I'm feeling right now. It's like when my mother used to ask me to meet boyfriends. I didn't want to, but they meant well, and I couldn't refuse..." I called Xiao Huang, and he told us everything was arranged in room 425. My wife followed me upstairs to the room. I checked my watch; it wasn't even 5:30 yet.
It was a standard room, not very big; the two beds in the middle made it quite cramped. A sports event was playing on the TV. After Xiao Huang poured us tea, he sat still, probably unsure how to begin. I said to my wife, "Ladies first, would you like to take a shower first?" We had already discussed this before going upstairs, letting either Xiao Huang or her shower first, as we needed someone to watch our handbags. It wasn't that I didn't trust Xiao Huang, but we should be wary of strangers. My wife, dressed neatly, went into 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 white gauze scarf, unlike the thick, black underlay that completely blocked out the light in other hotels. This was good; if it were pitch black and nothing could be seen, there would be little sensory stimulation. I honestly told Xiao Huang that I was very nervous, a unique feeling that was hard to describe… Xiao Huang comforted me, saying that everyone feels this way the first time, with a lot of anxiety, and that this feeling would gradually disappear after going through it. After a moment of silence, I discussed it with Xiao Huang: since we've come this far, let him act opportunistically while I shower, hoping to see his progress when I come out. Despite saying that, I was actually worried that my wife might get hurt... Xiao Huang understood my feelings at that moment, saying he wouldn't hurt my sister-in-law, and promised to respect her, asking me not to worry. I also told Xiao Huang to let him enter my wife's body first when we were playing... By doing that, the deed would be done. At this moment, I was still afraid that my wife would change her mind. Xiao Huang calmly smiled and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter who goes first, he won't care about these things." I could tell that Xiao Huang was indeed experienced in this regard. After a while, my wife's voice came from the bathroom, telling me to make the bed. I didn't hear clearly, thinking she was asking me to close the curtains, and casually replied that I had already closed them. This indicated that my wife was about to leave the bathroom. My heart was pounding as I imagined what would happen if my wife came out fully clothed. Should I undress her, or should Xiao Huang undress her? If I undressed her, she might be more psychologically accepting, but if Xiao Huang undressed her while I watched, the feeling would be stimulating… The bathroom door opened, and my wife stepped out, walking straight down the hallway into the room. My wife's face was flushed after her bath, her hair was slightly disheveled, but her fair skin shone even brighter. 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 full, high breasts. The small towel couldn't cover her entire body, and her slipper-clad feet and part of her fair thighs were visible beneath her bathrobe... My wife had become quite open at this moment. The only thing wrapped around her body was a bath towel, which meant it would be convenient for a man to strip her naked.
In a split second, my wife turned back and hid in the bathroom, complaining, "Why didn't you make a bed for me?" I then understood what she meant and quickly did as she said. My wife genuinely wanted to make things easier for us; my intentions were correct. She later told me that she was wearing a tight-fitting bra that day, which was difficult to take off, making it a struggle for us to undress her. It was better for her to just wrap herself in a towel and go out… I stayed with her in the bathroom, then helped her out, carefully guiding her to the bed against the wall. After she lay down in her bathrobe, I quickly pulled the blanket over her. Xiao Huang's eyes swept over my wife's body; from a man's perspective, I sensed his gaze wasn't particularly lewd. He calmly walked towards the bathroom. At that moment, I understood his composure, a trait born of experience. I sat down beside my wife, tenderly stroking her face. She seemed cold and asked me to bring a blanket from the other bed to cover her. She seemed to dislike me then, moving to the very edge of the bed, pitifully shrinking to one side, as if avoiding me… Looking at my wife, I imagined that perhaps, the exciting moment, the instant I entered the bathroom, Xiao Huang and my wife had already begun. My consciousness was somewhat blurred… my nervousness was no less than my wife's, and we were speechless for a moment. A short while later, Xiao Huang came out, also wrapped in a bath towel. In front of them, I took off my outer clothes and entered the bathroom wearing only my underwear. While showering, I kept peeking through the crack in the bathroom door, trying to hear what was happening outside, but all I could hear was the monotonous sound of the showerhead. When I finished showering and came out, I saw Xiao Huang sitting beside my wife, leaning towards her, gently stroking her hair and talking to her. My wife covered her eyes with one hand, looking very nervous.
My wife later told me that Xiao Huang followed the rules of the game. Before I appeared, he had been sitting on the other bed, saying to my wife with concern, "Sister-in-law, you're sleeping too far to the side. You can move a little closer."
My wife replied nervously that it was okay. Then they fell silent. After a while, Xiao Huang probably felt a bit cold and asked his wife, "Sister-in-law, can I come over and cover myself with a blanket?" His wife nodded with her eyes closed and agreed. Xiao Huang sat down beside his wife, pulled another blanket draped over her lap, and gently stroked her hair, saying, "Sister-in-law, don't be nervous, relax, it's okay..." Xiao Huang's comforting words made his wife feel very warm. At that moment, I came out of the bathroom. Seeing me, Xiao Huang moved to another bed and sat down, perhaps feeling that I should be the one to start. He lay down beside his wife, gently embraced her soft shoulder, and tenderly kissed her cheek. His wife slightly opened her eyes to look at me and said, "Husband..." before closing her eyes again and resting her head against my chest. I suppressed the surging emotions in my chest and tried to relax as much as possible. I said to her, "Wife, I love you..." As I spoke, my cold lips kissed her rosy cheeks. My hand reached under the covers and moved over her full breasts, squeezing her soft breasts. I also wanted to pull off the bath towel that covered her soft body. My wife suddenly gripped the towel tightly, her voice trembling, "No... don't untie it..."
I understood her shyness at that moment, stopped what I was doing, gently stroked her hair, and pressed my tongue against her bright red lips, slipping it inside her mouth. "Mmm..." she moaned softly, her warm tongue responding passionately to my intrusion, our tongues entwining intensely... Taking advantage of this, I smoothly untied the towel from her body, her slightly cool breasts immediately falling into my hands. I gently kneaded them, and she hugged my neck tightly, feeling her breathing gradually become heavier... I glanced sideways at Xiao Huang and found him still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at us. I pulled my hand out from under the covers and beckoned to him, gesturing for him to come over.
As I kissed my wife deeply, I naturally lifted the blanket slightly, immediately exposing her snow-white breasts to Xiao Huang's eyes. One of her large, brown nipples trembled slightly as I kneaded her breast… I could feel Xiao Huang's breath. He gently lowered his body and softly took her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it with gusto, his hand moving towards the breast I was kneading… “Oh…”, my wife pulled away from my lips, tilting her head back and letting out a soft moan, her eyes tightly closed… The blanket was completely pulled back during our actions, revealing my wife's full, white body.
I released my hand, and as Xiao Huang took over caressing my wife's trembling breasts, my hand moved directly to her thickly haired pubic area. I knew my wife didn't like clitoral stimulation, so I circled my fingers around her vaginal opening... At the same time, I noticed Xiao Huang was already standing by the bed, and my wife's slender, fair hand was holding his large, dark penis. My wife later told me that Xiao Huang had pulled her hand over. She didn't dare look at what Xiao Huang's penis looked like; she only felt that it was hot, thick, and large... I lowered my head and kissed my wife again, her breathing becoming more rapid and quicker. Warm love fluid gradually overflowed from her vaginal opening, and my fingers became increasingly sticky from it... At this moment, I felt Xiao Huang's hair touch the back of my hand on my wife's lower body. Before anyone knew it, Xiao Huang was kissing his wife's thighs, moving from the outside to the inside... No wonder his wife's vaginal fluid was flowing so quickly and in such large quantities; it was the result of their kissing and caressing stimulation. She pulled her hand away from her wife's vaginal opening and continued to fondle her large breasts... She pulled away from her wife's lips and looked up to watch Xiao Huang's actions. Xiao Huang gently parted his wife's long, slender legs, pressing his face against her pubic hair, his lips clamping down on her clitoris… “Oh…,” his wife tilted her head back, her tightly closed eyes making her face even more alluring, involuntarily opening her sensual lips to let out a stimulating moan. Her legs, controlled by Xiao Huang's hands, involuntarily rose, and with each thrust of Xiao Huang's lips and tongue into her genitals, her legs swayed up and down… I stared blankly at Xiao Huang's gentle yet powerful movements on my wife, then gazed intently at my wife, her passion surging. Pain and inner conflict made my heart pound; the bitter feeling left me without any sexual desire for the time being… Xiao Huang was very diligent; he licked his wife for a long time.
The blanket fell completely to the floor. As his tongue slid along his wife's vulva, soft moans escaped her lips, her beautiful body almost convulsing... Xiao Huang left his wife's body to get a condom. I kissed my wife's face, continuing to caress her thighs... I watched helplessly as Xiao Huang straddled the bed, crossed between my wife's fair legs, spread them apart with his hands, and, holding his thick, dark penis, approached her hairy vulva... "Oh..."
As Xiao Huang leaned forward and his large penis thrust in, my wife cried out in a passionate frenzy, her beautiful face twisted to one side, clutching the side of the pillow tightly… Xiao Huang, naked, pressed down on my wife's voluptuous body, our heads touching above each other… I was on one side of the bed, making it difficult for Xiao Huang to place his hands supporting his body. I got up and made room for Xiao Huang. My side of the bed was against the wall, the aisle in the middle was narrow, making it inconvenient to observe them, so I turned and walked to the other side of the bed, squatting down beside it, gently stroking the inside of my wife's raised thigh, carefully observing how Xiao Huang was with my wife. The last rays of the setting sun streamed through the curtains, illuminating a naked couple: the man's elbows propped him up, his head pressed intimately against the woman's beautiful face. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes closed, and her slightly parted lips emitted passionate moans. Her legs were parted and slightly raised, her snow-white body swaying with the man's hip movements. This woman, entering a world of debauchery, was my wife! My wife's lower body was completely under Xiao Huang's control. I could clearly see that between my wife's raised, swaying legs, in front of Xiao Huang's testicles, amidst the intertwined pubic hair, the man's thick, hard penis was forcefully inserted into my wife's vagina. My wife's tender, red vaginal opening was turning in and out with the slight thrusting of the man's penis, and a milky white, glistening discharge flowed from her vagina. Her vaginal fluids were already flowing down her perineum to both sides of her buttocks... Xiao Huang didn't thrust in and out vigorously, but instead kept his thick, hard penis inside his wife's vagina. He twisted his hips, making a half-rotating, churning, and ramming motion inside her vagina... His glans must have been pressed against his wife's cervix, powerfully rubbing and ramming against her uterus... With each forceful churning of Xiao Huang... My wife responded with a seductive "Oh... Ah..." Her full buttocks involuntarily swayed in sync with the man on top of her, her beautiful face radiating the intoxicating glow of sexual pleasure... I couldn't resist reaching my hand between my wife's vagina and anus, gently pinching her perineum. "Oh... Oh..." My wife's moans grew stronger, her juices already flowing down her buttocks onto the sheets... My wife's passionate moans made my penis instantly hard. I moved to the head of the bed, reaching under my husband's body to roughly knead my wife's breasts, twisting her nipples tightly... "Ah... Oh..." My wife cried out even louder, her hands gripping the pillow tightly, her whole body writhing... Suddenly, my husband left my wife's body and got off the bed. His large penis was erect inside the condom. Unable to withstand his wife's passionate response, he got off to rest. I immediately climbed onto the bed, facing my limp and powerless wife, kneeling beneath her and supporting her thighs with my hands. Her vagina, overflowing with love juice and incredibly sticky, was immediately exposed before my eyes. Holding my erect penis, I aimed it at my wife's honey-drenched vagina and thrust forward forcefully. With my wife's
cry of "Ah...", my entire penis was completely filled into her vagina! Adjusting my position again, I steadied my wife's legs and began a frenzied, relentless thrusting. "Oh... ah... ah..." my wife cried out again, her long, smooth black hair obscuring her beautiful face... Looking at my wife, who had just been with another man, with her delicate expression, an inexplicable urge surged within me, making me feel like I wasn't making love, but rather taking mad revenge, ruthlessly trampling on my wife, as if trying to reclaim what I had lost... In the midst of my passionate thrusting, a feeling of ejaculation reached my glans, so I immediately stopped, leaving my hard penis inside my wife's warm vagina.
I paused, and Xiao Huang, who was squatting by the bed, buried his head in my wife's chest, taking her hardened nipple into his mouth and sucking and teasing it... "Mmm...mmm...it hurts...be gentle..." I felt my wife's vagina contract violently, squeezing my penis tighter and tighter... My wife couldn't bear Xiao Huang's passionate sucking, her eyes tightly closed, her face showing a mixture of pleasure and pain, her cherry lips slightly parted as she pleaded softly. Seeing my wife's adorable state as she was being played with by two men, I thrust into her vagina again with a fierce pounding. My wife's full breasts swayed violently back and forth during my intense assault... My wife later told me about her new experience: the large swaying of her breasts during penetration felt like someone was caressing her, which made her more stimulated and aroused. The urge to ejaculate returned. I withdrew, knelt beside my wife's bed, and caressed her face. Xiao Huang got on the bed, pressed his body against my wife's snow-white body, and between her parted legs, he reached down, steadied his penis, and thrust downwards. "Oh..." With a cry from my wife, Xiao Huang's penis entered her body again.
Xiao Huang's sexual movements were the same as before, not very vigorous. I moved to their lower bodies, inserted my fingers under Xiao Huang's penis, and caressed my wife's perineum. I withdrew a certain distance, admiring this exciting and arousing sexual scene. Amid my wife's soft moans, Xiao Huang put his mouth to my wife's ear, licking and saying something to her. My wife, stimulated, cried out and nodded repeatedly. Xiao Huang's lips suddenly pressed against his wife's. His wife tilted her head slightly, seemingly resisting, yet also accepting… Soon, a dazed expression appeared on her face, completely immersed in the passionate kiss. She moaned, "Mmm… Oh…" her sensual lips twisting slightly under Xiao Huang's ministrations, her fair arms tightly embracing his body, her high, firm breasts pressed against his chest… Seeing his wife's proactive intimacy with Xiao Huang, a surge of heat rushed to my head, and my penis grew even thicker and harder… Just as his wife embraced him, Xiao Huang's body stiffened, his lower body pressing firmly against her vulva, unable to move. A moment later, he collapsed onto her body, in my wife's warm… He ejaculated inside her vagina… My wife later told me that Xiao Huang had asked her tenderly, “Sister-in-law, are you comfortable?” Having experienced pleasure with a man other than her husband for the first time, my wife nodded honestly. Encouraged, Xiao Huang said to her again, “Sister-in-law, if you're comfortable, will you hold me?” He then kissed her slightly parted lips as she moaned. At first, she tightly closed her teeth to prevent Xiao Huang’s tongue from entering, but as his penis thrust, she couldn’t control herself. She opened her mouth in a daze, actively welcoming his tongue. Their tongues swirled wildly together, and she involuntarily hugged Xiao Huang’s naked body tightly… At that moment, Xiao Huang impulsively ejaculated. Xiao Huang slowly sat down and withdrew his penis from my wife’s body. I saw that the tip of the condom, now shrunken and soft on Xiao Huang's penis, was glistening with milky white semen… I pounced on my wife fiercely, giving her another frenzied ordeal… Xiao Huang watched us blankly from the side; by now, he had lost all sexual desire. While I ejaculated, Xiao Huang went to the bathroom to wash up. Only then did my wife open her eyes and tenderly ask me, "Honey, are you tired? Lie on me and rest for a bit." Throughout the entire threesome, my wife had kept her eyes closed in shyness; only now did she open them.
I shook my head, tidied my wife's messy hair, and gently caressed her breasts. My wife blinked at me, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "I think he's a little different from you..." I shuddered and quickly covered her mouth with my hand. I was worried that Xiao Huang would hear our comments and feel bad about it. After Xiao Huang finished washing up, I told my wife to go wash up first. My wife, naked and voluptuous, walked out in front of us and went into the bathroom. My wife told me that she carefully washed all the nipples that Xiao Huang had sucked on and the parts he had kissed.
In moments of ecstasy, she craved such sucking and kissing. Afterwards, she felt she had to remove those marks because she belonged to her husband and couldn't accept another man leaving anything on her. A woman's psychology is always so contradictory. It was already 6:45 PM. From the time we entered the house, the three of us had been playing for over an hour. While my wife went to wash up, I told Xiao Huang that we had to go first; it was getting late, and my wife had to rush to a wedding. Xiao Huang nodded understandingly and said, "Then hurry up and go; he'll stay here tonight." A little while later, my wife came out, dressed neatly, still looking as dignified and beautiful as ever, but her face was flushed with shyness. Walking down the street, looking at my dignified and elegant wife, who would have thought that just minutes before, she was a wanton woman enjoying sexual pleasure! The passionate sex had subsided, and my wife's shyness in front of Xiao Huang seemed to have intensified. When we left, it was Xiao Huang and I who said goodbye; my wife didn't say a word. She later said she felt very embarrassed and left the room almost like she was running away. Thinking about it later, she told me she felt guilty towards Xiao Huang. He had been very kind and considerate to her, and leaving without a word made her feel bad. My wife is always so kind and compassionate. Before leaving and getting into the car, my wife blurted out, "I've already experienced it. You said it would only be once, so please don't do it again, okay?" My heart skipped a beat. I asked her if she didn't find it pleasurable. She admitted that it was physically pleasurable, but that it took too much time and energy, and she was worried it would affect our family life. I reassured her that it wouldn't happen too often, and that I would only arrange it when appropriate, asking her not to worry. I then asked if she would still be willing to do it again. My wife vaguely agreed, saying, "We'll see later."
She couldn't forget the pleasure, but she didn't want to encourage me to do it too much, hence her perfunctory reply.
My wife is a good woman; she was afraid I would become obsessed. I asked her if she was nervous when we entered the room for a threesome. She replied that she wasn't nervous. My husband arranged this, and even though I didn't want to accept it, I didn't want to upset him. At the time, I had a "what the hell" mentality, like going through fire and water. But as it turned out, how could I ask my beloved wife to go through such hardship? She only got pleasure! However, I believed my wife's words. Because she trusted her husband, she wasn't afraid of anything; she was just doing something she didn't want to do. In comparison, I felt I suffered far more emotional conflict and psychological torment. In the following days, whenever my wife and I were in bed, we would reminisce about that time. My wife was very moved, saying that I was like a father watching over her. She even suggested that if Xiao Huang's wife came, I could play with her too, so she would feel more balanced... But I couldn't accept my wife's suggestion, at least not for now. I only encouraged my wife to play the threesome because I love her, and I didn't want to get anything out of it. Whenever we had free time, we would reminisce about the exciting moments, and as we talked, my penis would quickly become aroused, and my wife would soon become aroused. I calculated that from Saturday afternoon when we played the threesome to Sunday and Monday noon, I actually made love with my wife six times. This kind of game not only helped regulate our sex life but also greatly enhanced our relationship.
I developed a strange feeling towards my wife; playing the threesome felt like marrying my woman off and then bringing her back—a loss followed by a gain made me cherish her even more. I often affectionately call her "my bride" and cherish her dearly. My wife truly feels my love for her, saying, "This kind of love flows entirely from my heart." Because of the selfishness of love, I'm afraid my wife might develop an attachment to Xiao Huang. Xiao Huang has done well; my wife does have feelings for him. Therefore, I still plan to find several suitable friends and alternate between them, letting my wife experience different men, which will help improve her emotional resilience. I often jokingly tell my wife, "I'm going to find you 10 boyfriends." Actually, this is just a joke; finding 3 or 4 suitable friends is already difficult enough. Hearing that I was trying to find her a boyfriend, my wife would pout and object, saying, "Don't bother, okay? I just met Xiao Huang. He has experience with three-player games and is very considerate to me. Let me get used to him for a while before looking for someone new. Otherwise, every time I meet a new man, I'll feel the same way I did with Xiao Huang the first time, unable to let go..." The more my wife spoke of Xiao Huang like this, the more I wanted to find her a new boyfriend. I was afraid that she would develop problems after spending time
with Xiao Huang. Soon, we began a new experience. On the 14th of the month, another Saturday, I went to NetEase, entered my local area code at the chat room login portal, and entered the local chat room with the username "Couple's Fun". A friend who didn't have a screen name greeted me first. He subtly inquired about the meaning behind my screen name and said he had similar thoughts, but his wife disagreed. He asked for advice on how to persuade his wife and how I ensured the safety of such games. He also kindly reminded me to be careful of my wife, fearing she might have an affair after playing such games. I answered all his questions. He laughed, saying I was "well-prepared."
Actually, I had one reservation: I didn't tell him we had played such games. I was afraid he would offend my wife for it. This friend introduced himself as 33 years old, from Beijing, and had been working out in the city for two years before returning to Beijing soon. He asked if we were both in front of the computer. Just then, my wife came over, and I asked her to sit next to me and watch the chat. A netizen said he envied our family, that my wife must be very happy, and wanted to get to know me, so he gave me his phone number. I liked him, so I asked him to go drinking the next day, meeting him at 10:50 pm in front of a hotel. He happily agreed. Back in bed, I invited my wife to the gathering the next day, but she refused, saying, "You go if you want to. They didn't ask me to come, so don't force me." I said irritably:
"What's the point of me going if you're not going? Fine, I'm not going either." My wife turned away unhappily and said, "You're so heartless! You two seemed so sincere, but it turns out you were just pretending!" I tried to reason with her, saying that things online aren't always true, and you shouldn't take things too seriously, but you also shouldn't be completely indifferent. You have to handle things according to your own situation. Although my wife stopped talking, she had no experience with the internet and still couldn't understand me. The next day, November 15th, was my wife's birthday. Early in the morning, my wife was going to work overtime. Before leaving, she woke me up and said, "You two seemed to be having a good conversation. You shouldn't deceive or hurt him. Just invite him to lunch."
"My wife is always so earnest and kind. I didn't want her to see me as a heartless person, and subconsciously I also wanted to make her birthday celebration more enjoyable, so I nodded in agreement. I arrived at the agreed location on time, but the other party didn't show up. I contacted them by phone, and they said they would be there in about 10 minutes. Clearly, they were also someone who didn't take online appointments seriously. About 20 minutes later, I finally met this online friend. He wasn't very tall, and his demeanor and speech revealed many traces of his experience navigating officialdom." However, he was quite well-mannered and told me his surname was An, so I called him Xiao An. At the dinner table, we talked about officialdom, interpersonal skills, family life, and sex. He didn't directly bring up threesomes or ask me low-level questions like whether my wife was pretty; he seemed quite mature. We had a good conversation and unknowingly drank five small bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) until after 4 pm. In my tipsy state, I told him that I had originally wanted to invite my wife over, but because of... When it came to a threesome, my wife felt uncomfortable and didn't want to come. Xiao An comforted me, saying, "Tell your sister not to worry so much; let's just consider ourselves brothers and friends." Xiao An, being adept at navigating the complexities of officialdom, spoke with ease. I knew perfectly well what he was thinking; he was simply trying to make everything seem perfect. However, thinking about my wife's appearance and the potential events that might follow, I felt a surge of inexplicable excitement. I called my wife and invited her to join us. My wife felt... I'd had a bit too much to drink and was worried about something going wrong, so I agreed to come. My wife arrived shortly after. That day, she wore minimal makeup, a pale yellow women's jacket, and an open pink sweater that tightly hugged her full figure. A floral scarf adorned her fair neck, making her appear fresh, elegant, and naturally beautiful.
Xiao An's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly gestured for my wife to sit down, urging the waiter to bring juice and other drinks—he was unusually enthusiastic.
I excused myself to go to the restroom and wandered into the hotel corridor, intentionally letting them talk alone.
About ten minutes later, my wife came out looking for me, playfully scolding me for not coming home soon enough and worried I was too drunk. I can hold my liquor; this little bit of alcohol couldn't possibly get me drunk. My wife's kindness warmed my heart and strengthened my resolve to make that evening more enjoyable for her. Before I knew it, it was 6 pm. Xiao An, being very thoughtful, suggested we go to another restaurant since my sister hadn't eaten yet. The three of us hailed a taxi and went to another restaurant. After we sat down, while Xiao An went to the restroom, I asked my wife what she thought of him. She replied, "
He's very talented, but I always feel he overdoes it..." Hearing my wife's positive assessment of Xiao An, a new idea suddenly popped into my head: let's go to a karaoke bar and have some fun. In the various karaoke rooms in the city, there are private suites or small rooms partitioned off by screens that serve as dance floors. These small rooms are usually unlit and can only accommodate two people to dance in. In this way, people singing in the larger rooms outside cannot see the dancers inside, allowing the dancers to have a relaxed and entertaining environment in their own private world. I figured Xiao An would make my wife happy in this environment, and I could be intimate with her when she was happy. My wife had never experienced anything like this before, and I believed she would find it exciting and exhilarating… The karaoke room was dimly lit. As soon as I entered, I went to check out the small dance floor at the back. It was right next to the window, but the tightly closed curtains prevented any light from the street from getting in. The outside lighting was already dim, so the light filtering in was even less noticeable. I estimated that if my wife was open, passion and sex could definitely happen here.
I sat in the middle of the sofa in the karaoke room, my wife to my left, and Xiao An to my right. We ordered some red wine, and after the three of us raised our glasses, I started singing enthusiastically. Seeing my wife and Xiao An sitting still, I took the initiative to invite them to dance. Xiao An had been looking forward to this moment and immediately reached out to invite my wife. My wife took off her coat, and she and Xiao An went behind the screen, their figures disappearing from my sight in an instant. At first, I could hear them talking loudly, but then the sound gradually faded away. I knew what was happening inside, but I suppressed my sadness and the urge to peep and didn't disturb them. Midway through, when I took my wife inside to dance, I kissed her and asked if she was enjoying herself. My wife smiled and nodded, then whispered in my ear, "He said he wants to make love to me." I was thrilled and asked my wife if Xiao An wanted to do it inside, and my wife said yes.

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