【A True Account of Three's Company】

To outsiders, my husband is an exceptionally good man. He doesn't smoke, drink, or frequent

entertainment venues , and he has a seemingly decent career. Only I know that he's also a huge internet addict.

Just like he said when we met, he can't live without the internet. Now I know that he meant both his

work and his life.

When we first started dating, he loved chatting with girls online and frequenting chat rooms. We argued

about this countless times. After we got married, I accidentally discovered him having a passionate video chat with a girl.

They were naked, and he even ejaculated on her. I was furious. I cried and demanded a divorce. As

I packed my bags, my husband hugged me tightly and said, "Wife, I really love you. A man's

love and lust are different. What you do online is just a way to vent, a game. If you don't like it,

I won't play anymore, and I won't even go online anymore. I really can't lose you..." Hearing these words,

tears streamed down my face. I knew my husband loved me. Except for the internet thing, he indulged me in everything. And I

knew even more that I couldn't live without him, like a flower can't live without rain.

I didn't leave, nor did I stop my husband from going online; I knew what that would mean to him. I

only said, "You can vent, you can play games, but you can't lie to me anymore." I remember a friend once

told me, "If you love him, if you can't make him change for you, then try to change for him." I

think now, I can only muster the courage to endure that immense pain, only after my heart has fully expanded, can I

embrace the end of my life.

I started going online with my husband, entering the chat rooms he frequented, looking at the websites he visited. I began to discover

that everything wasn't as terrible as I had imagined.

This spring, my husband gave me a new website where I learned about many couples'

lifestyles and sexual experiences. I finally understood why my husband liked to spend so much time there. I also know

that my husband has always loved me; it's just that as a man, he also needs physical stimulation beyond his wife.

Because of our marriage, we talked more and more about sex, and each sexual encounter became

more and more perfect; we both felt more satisfied than before. My thinking has also

become much more open, no longer as conservative as before. I've started to believe what I saw on a couples' forum—to love someone

is to give them the greatest enjoyment. At this point, I suddenly had the idea of finding a woman for my husband, to let him

experience sex outside of his wife.

I found a QQ account my husband hadn't used in a long time and started searching under his name. My

criteria were: someone around my husband's age, not younger than me, married, of decent character, from the same city

, and relatively accepting of our views, someone who wouldn't abandon their family for extramarital sex. After

constantly adding and deleting, I finally found a suitable woman.

She was a teacher, married for six years, and had no plans to have children. Her husband was a doctor,

busy with . Because of their long marriage, their sex life had lost its former pleasure;

it was almost always over before foreplay. She was very curious about our plans, always asking questions.

I sensed she wanted to let loose, but was also hesitant. I gave her the address of a couples' forum,

telling her that many couples actually share our thoughts, and that after a long time of marriage, a little excitement is needed occasionally.

So, I chatted with her every day as her husband, telling her about things I knew about couples engaging in online dating,

and showing her articles about it, gradually getting her to accept our ideas.

After chatting for a while, I asked to video chat with her, of course, just me on the screen. She

wasn't particularly beautiful, not very tall, and a little plump, but she still had a certain charm. My husband was

satisfied , and she seemed quite fond of him, so I continued chatting with her. After that, we talked about much more,

from our desire to try online dating to our sex life, and even theirs—we talked about everything

, of course, and I would often compliment her on her beauty and intelligence. She started to accept our ideas, but

she was still a little apprehensive, afraid I would be jealous of her husband, afraid we would take pictures of her and use them to blackmail her. I

slowly started talking to her about lighter topics and my true feelings to dispel her doubts. I would also occasionally send her some

classic adult films to stimulate her desire.

After some time, as we talked more and became more familiar with each other, we

became and started asking each other out for tea and such. The first time we met, she brought a friend, while we were a couple

, and we both felt a mutual attraction. The second time I invited her to my home, she didn't refuse. We

played cards and ate together that day, without mentioning making love, and had a great time. That evening, while online, I

started again, posing as her husband, saying things like how big her breasts were and how sexy she was. She was a little shy, but compliments

are always a happy thing for a woman. I seized the opportunity to express my desire for her body (again,

as her husband). She accepted, but only as her husband. She said she felt such things

should kept private and she couldn't accept a third party (that is, me) being present. What could I say? I had finally

found a suitable one for my husband, so I could only let him have his way. I hoped my husband could enjoy the pleasure he wanted.

The next day at noon, a friend called and invited me to their house for lunch. My husband was free anyway, so I

told her online that my wife was out and asked her to come over. She agreed, but repeatedly emphasized that

she would leave if someone was home. We went offline, and I used my phone to text her as my husband, saying I would

pick her up downstairs. Because I was worried she might call suddenly (I gave her my own phone number online because I was secretly worried she and my husband would have a one-way communication

), I didn't leave immediately but waited with my husband

. While waiting, I didn't say a word. Seeing this, my husband hugged me and whispered,

"Honey, are you unhappy? If you're unhappy, I won't play anymore. I don't want to see you unhappy

." I shook my head and told him, "I found this person for you, how could I be unhappy? As long as

you love me, I don't care about anything else."

She was almost there. My husband stood by the curtains watching to see when she would come up the stairs. I went out and hid...

Standing at the corner of the stairs, I was afraid of running into her on the way down, and also afraid she might call after I left.

The doorbell rang downstairs, followed by the sound of high heels climbing the stairs, then her and her husband's voices

, and then the door slammed shut. My heart pounded with tension, a mix of excitement and fear. I

tiptoed downstairs, pressed my ear to the door, and heard indistinct voices mixed with

moans from pornographic films. My heart pounded, my palms were sweaty, and I didn't know why I was so nervous

. Holding the key, I hesitated to open the door, wanting to go in but afraid to. After hesitating for a long time, I finally

turned and left. I comforted myself, thinking, "I've already gone looking for her, what's the point of thinking about it? If my husband loves me and cares about

me, he'll love me no matter what happens. If he doesn't, what's the use of trying to protect me?"

After leaving, I took a taxi immediately. I didn't dare wait for the bus; I was afraid I'd regret it while waiting.

When I arrived at my friend's house, I sat down at the card table, trying to numb myself by playing cards so I wouldn't think about

the situation at home. Perhaps it's true what they say, "Losers in love are lucky in gambling," because I had a particularly good run of luck that day. Although I won money,

I still felt a chill in my heart. Around six o'clock, I couldn't hold back any longer and

called . He said he was on his way to my friend's house.

When I saw him again, I didn't dare look at him and didn't know what to say. Luckily, there were many people around, so

we didn't have to say anything. During dinner, when no one was looking, I quietly asked my husband in his ear, "

Did it work?" My husband nodded shyly.

The rest of the card game was even worse. A sour feeling was bothering me, making me

distracted . I only wanted to get home early so my husband could tell me what had happened. We had agreed that he would tell

me everything.

I finished the game early, went home, and lay in my bed. Thinking about how

another woman had slept in my bed just a few hours earlier, smelling her lingering perfume, I began to regret letting them

do it on my wedding bed. I was thinking, what kind of woman am I, that I'd let my husband have another woman sleep in

my bed? My husband came to my side, gently hugged me, his eyes fixed on me, but he didn't say anything. I

knew he felt guilty seeing me like this. I hugged him, smiled, and asked him to tell

me everything that happened that afternoon, in detail, without omitting a single thing.

My husband told me everything, from the hug when he came in, his expression while watching the porn, to the kisses, the panting, the wetness in his lower body,

the trembling on the bed—he described it all without missing a single detail. I listened carefully, constantly asking him how he felt. After

hearing the whole story, I hugged my husband tightly, and tears streamed down my face without me realizing it. My husband was startled

and quickly asked me what was wrong, if I was angry. He said he didn't want me to be unhappy, and if I didn't like it, he

would never do it again. I shook my head, forcing a smile, and said, "No, but if you two

are to be together from now on, I must be present. If you're alone with her behind my back, I'll be angry." My husband agreed

without hesitation .

After talking with my husband, we immediately turned on the computer, eager to know how she felt. I

started , telling her from my husband's perspective, "When my wife got home, she realized something was wrong. Although she doesn't

object to what I did, she doesn't like me lying to her, so as soon as she walked in the door, I told her about

what happened with her that afternoon." She immediately asked, "Was she angry?"

I said, "No, if she were angry, she wouldn't let us talk like this every day. She tacitly approved of what we did

; she was just a little unhappy that I didn't tell her beforehand, but it's fine now. "

She sighed, "You have a good wife. If it were me, I couldn't do that. You should cherish

her and love her."

My husband immediately chimed in, "My wife is the love of my life, and I will always cherish her the most."

Hearing these words, I suddenly felt that everything I had done was worthwhile. I rested my head in

my husband's arms, feeling a sweet warmth in my heart.

From then on, our conversations became more direct. And surprisingly, I no longer felt that sour feeling. As

her husband bluntly told her that I was attracted to her body and longed for her sexy breasts. She also subtly

told me that she enjoyed our intimate moments together. Of course, I also told her that my wife wouldn't stop us from continuing

this, but on the condition that she be present.

Perhaps because of a satisfying physical encounter, or perhaps out of guilt for possessing my husband, she

no longer strongly resisted my involvement as before. Several times during our chats, she seemed to be accepting of a threesome

. She was just still a little afraid of me.

A few days later, the opportunity came. Since we always treated her to meals when we were together, she also planned to treat

us to meals. I told her online that we would go to her house after dinner, and she agreed. My

husband were secretly delighted and began our threesome plan.

That day, we found a very quiet place. She arrived early. The moment I saw her, my face

turned red, and my heart started racing. I could tell that she was also very uncomfortable looking at me. I

calmed myself down, pretending not to care, and sat down next to her with a grin. Then I started

chatting with her, discussing some adult topics. The atmosphere gradually relaxed,

and we both became more natural. Eventually, my husband couldn't get a word in edgewise. Seeing that things had gone well, I

seized the opportunity and said, "Let's go to my place to talk. It's more comfortable there, and we can even watch some porn together." She thought about it for a moment

and then shyly agreed. I took her hand, and we walked out of the restaurant together, looking like two

best friends who had known each other for years.

Back home, as planned, I excused myself to go shopping. I wanted them

to get into the mood while I was gone. I wandered around for a little while, and when I returned and opened the door, I saw two slightly

nervous faces, and her lips without lipstick. I pretended not to notice and laughed with her.

My husband also went into the bathroom as planned. Next, I put on a pretty good porn film for her.

While watching the film, she asked me a little shyly, "Are you really not angry?" I smiled and

said to her, "If I were angry, would I still be sitting here watching porn with you? I believe that a man's love and lust are separate, and

I also believe that you care about your family, so I feel at ease with you two being together." Her expression was complicated.

She glanced at me and slowly said, "You're so magnanimous. If it were me, I might not care if my husband was outside, but I

wouldn't allow him to bring him home." I said, "Actually, whether he brings him home or not, the effect is the same. Rather than letting your husband sneak around cheating, it's better to let him bring him home directly. At least you won't have to worry about him catching diseases or getting arrested by the police." After saying this, I changed the subject and started telling her about . 　　My husband came out quickly. Seeing him come out, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and stood up from next to her. My husband seized the opportunity to sit down next to her. When I came out of the bathroom, I sat down next to my husband. None of us spoke. She covered her face with her hand, secretly peeking at the screen, while I rested my head on my husband 's lap, pretending to be very focused on the movie. After a while, I felt my husband's body leaning towards her. I secretly glanced over and saw that one of his hands was on her waist, and his head was resting against hers. 　　I continued watching the film, pretending I knew nothing. The noise behind me grew louder and louder, and soon, except for the two legs I was leaning against, the two of them were entangled together. I heard her moans, a mixture of resistance and pleasure, and her uncontrollable panting. Perhaps their actions aroused me, because I turned around and took my husband's already swollen and almost bursting penis into my mouth. My head was lowered, so I could see everything they were doing. My husband kept kissing her lips, ears, and neck, while his hands tirelessly lifted her blouse, unbuttoning her bra and pants. They both kept their eyes closed, enjoying the kissing, and my husband's lips began to move to her breasts. The smacking sounds of their kisses, along with her moans, kept reaching my ears, and I began to feel a ticklish, throbbing sensation. 　　I heard my husband whisper in her ear, asking if she wanted to. She said yes. He then said, "Let's go to bed." She mumbled, "Wife." He said, "She agreed. Can't I just hold you like this?" I sat up, and when he tried to lift her onto the bed, she refused. Seeing them like this, I pushed her away and said, "Go inside. You two look so uncomfortable." She stood up and shyly went into the room with my husband's half-embracing her. I hesitated for a moment, then followed. 　　They didn't go straight to bed; they were still kissing against the bedroom wall. When she saw me come in, she immediately pushed my husband away, but he immediately hugged her and pushed her down onto the bed. He quickly took off her clothes. Because the bedroom light was off, I stood there helplessly by the wall, watching them in the dim light from the living room. My husband had completely forgotten I was there; he didn't even touch me. I didn't know what to do. After hesitating for a while, I took off my clothes and moved closer to them. 　　My husband's lips continued to roam over her body, and at this moment, he became aware of my presence , placing a hand on my chest. I quickly undressed him. Perhaps influenced by their passion , I relaxed considerably. When my husband finally pressed his lips to mine, I placed . 　　Her breasts were large, soft, and incredibly comfortable. My husband and I each took off her panties, and his lips quickly moved away from mine, kissing her vulva, while I kissed her breasts. Perhaps it's because everyone is born to suckle, but I didn't feel any aversion. Her hands cooperated, placing them on my chest and beginning to caress it, occasionally lightly kissing it with her lips. 　　My husband quickly adjusted to a 69 position, and I cooperated, helping with the caresses. Her moans grew louder, and although I didn't experience that kind of pleasure, I hummed along in response. My husband clearly couldn't take it anymore, quickly turning around, aiming at her, and soon entered her. With one hand on my husband's penis and the other on her breast, I joined them in their pleasure… 　　Because I wasn't feeling well that day, my husband didn't have sex with me. Afterwards, we lay on the bed, while my husband got dressed and got out of bed to diligently fetch water and things for us, showing no signs of fatigue. Seeing the happiness on his face, I suddenly felt a great sense of accomplishment. At that moment, I deeply understood the true meaning of "to love someone is to give them happiness." When my husband finished everything and lay between us, I saw satisfaction on his face. It was a feeling of happiness and contentment. 　　A few days later, one night, my husband hugged me and asked, "Wife, do you feel anything has changed ?" 　　I said, "No, what has changed?" 　　My husband continued softly, "After that incident, do you still love me? Do you still feel happy?" 　　I said, "I'm happier than before, really. I will always love you." 　　My husband kissed me and said, "I love you too, forever!"

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