Wife's 3P Diary

2013 was a memorable year because at the end of last month, I finally got my wife
to accept a threesome. We've now had two successful attempts, and my wife, who initially strongly opposed it, has
gradually come to love it.
This diary entry was written by my wife at my request after our first threesome.
Because we didn't want her to be embarrassed or distracted the first time, we didn't take any photos, so
this entry is our only way to relive that crucial step in our lives.
I'm sharing it here with fellow men and women, and with my wife, to share this exciting memory
.
Below is the main text of my wife's diary entry; please enjoy.
Long time no see, my diary! My life with no privacy! Hehe! I finally
did as he wished. We argued for so long, and I was heartbroken. I went from being the happiest
bride-to-be in the world to a pathetic little woman who couldn't grasp the future and lived in constant fear. Every day I opened my eyes,
I was afraid he would ask for a threesome, leading to another argument, me turning off my phone, and a cold war. I was terrified! Despite his seemingly logical
arguments , I remained unwilling. These things can't be resolved with reason alone.
I felt like a cup in his hands, and shards of glass if he let go! Sighs
, arguments, tears, and fear pushed me to the brink.
You know, darling, I've been incredibly unhappy lately.
That day, I had a serious talk with him in the car. Although I still found his reasons unconvincing
and difficult to agree with, I was certain of one thing: he loves me. Yes, I think he loves me more than I love
him.
I thought, "Let's try." Regardless of the outcome, for our future, I should
try end our endless arguments.
Saturday morning, I woke up feeling restless, fearful, ashamed, and angry. I felt guilty towards my parents,
but I still snapped at them, slamming the door and leaving.
When I saw him, I restrained myself from crying or getting angry, trying to maintain a smile and gentleness.
I don't even know what happened in the movie, but finally it was time to go to the hotel.
Honestly, I can't even remember what he looked like now.
I only remember he had double eyelids and was very thin.
When I entered, I didn't dare look up at him, like a hostess reluctantly receiving a client for the first time.
I went into the bathroom, took off my glasses and jewelry, and took a deep breath in front of the mirror.
Nervous! Suffocating! My husband seemed to have given me slippers, and then he went out to buy water. S poured me a glass of
red wine , and I sat at the bar. He told me his procedure was to use his hand first, then his tongue, and that since we
were a man and a woman, and I was beautiful, there might be some...
He didn't even say it himself, and nervously took a sip of wine. I only remember his compliments, haha.
I've always had a soft spot for men who have achieved success through their own efforts. My
thought was to treat him like a doctor, telling him we wanted to seek some new excitement and improve our
sex life.
He nodded and said my husband was very attentive and loved me very much; single women often came to him, but husbands with wives
rarely did.
He's been doing this for a few years. At first, he'd take six or seven jobs a day, which was exhausting. Now that conditions are better, he's
selective about the work he takes.
We even agreed on a code word because using words would be too awkward. If he
felt , he'd gently pull my hand. If I held it tightly, he'd continue; if he didn't pull my hand or I didn't
hold it tightly, it would end.
A little while later, my husband came home, and we got down to business. Actually, I can only write down what I remember
; I feel a bit dizzy, and I think the whole thing went by very quickly.
While I was showering, he gently took off my sweater and bra. I sat on the toilet, and he carefully removed all my clothes,
folding them neatly.
He was very attentive.
Then I stood facing the wall, not moving. The atmosphere was quiet yet ambiguous. He wet me with
warm, comfortable water, then gently rubbed shower gel down my back
, his movements very light, just a couple of quick swipes with his fingers. He then moved to my thighs
and started washing my front. He stood behind me, gently applying lotion from my neck. He pressed
his body against my back, breathing softly in my ear, his hands circling my chest—it was so gentle and comfortable.
I could feel his penis accidentally touching mine.
Then he rubbed that area, just a couple of quick strokes. I don't remember exactly, but overall, I felt very
relaxed and enjoyable. I liked this feeling of being a quiet, submissive woman, being manipulated. It was very sophisticated,
romantic, and gentle. I felt a little dizzy, unlike my husband who's always so eager, panting as he comes in and
starts undressing me. There wasn't nearly enough of that romantic atmosphere or ambiguous feeling.
Then I lay on the bed waiting for him, not as nervous as when he first came in, but I still felt incredibly
shy . I was worried that I was too fat and people might laugh at me.
He started applying oil to me, from head to toe. He didn't apply any oil, so it hurt a little, but his hands were warm. Then he started
applying essential oil. I secretly glanced at him, at my husband, and at the mirror, and he quietly scolded me: "Close your eyes!" I obediently closed my eyes
and enjoyed it , secretly hoping he wouldn't hold my hand, yet also anticipating it.
After applying the oil, he started using his tongue, starting from my ankles. It reminded me of that
masseur from last time, who lay on top of me, which I found very repulsive.
But he licked me, making me feel all tingly, numb, and itchy, from my ankles up to my calves and thighs. He even licked
my thighs. It was itchy, but incredibly comfortable. His tongue was so agile, and he knew exactly how to control the touch. I was so shy
while , feeling dirty and embarrassed to have him lick me, but it felt so good. I felt
like my body was writhing involuntarily! Then I turned over and he started licking my front again. I don't remember much about that part
, but I remember secretly looking at my husband. He was very excited, and I felt like I had lost control. It felt like
a dream . He kissed my lips, and I responded, because he had aroused me completely.
To be honest, don't be angry, husband, at that moment, this person felt very familiar, like I had done it with him before.
His kisses, in particular, left a deep impression on me. He lay on top of me and asked, "Do you want it?" I don't remember how I answered
, but he asked my husband for a condom.
After putting it on, he asked me if I wanted it gentle or all the way in. I said gentle, and then he slowly started thrusting.
He came in, and my mind went blank. I saw my husband was already itching to get back to work, and I wanted to show him how he
felt—was he regretting it? But I was also afraid he'd get angry and we'd argue afterwards! I was a little nervous.
He seemed to have only been at it for a couple of seconds before he came. He put his big penis in my mouth, and I felt ashamed, like I'd finally
found a lifeline. I quickly put it in my mouth, forgetting all the sensations down there—no pain, no pleasure, probably because I
was too nervous. Then my husband came in. After he came in, I felt much more at ease. I was both shy and excited,
wondering if that other person thought I wasn't good enough and why they wouldn't do it with me.
Hehe.
I stole a glance at him; he raised a cigarette to indicate he was smoking.
After a while, he came back, passionately asking me questions. I loved his kisses; it felt like I
could .
The faint smell of smoke made me feel very masculine, and the stubble on his cheeks gently prickled me
, which felt very stimulating. And, it felt so familiar.
Then he entered me from behind. To be honest, I couldn't feel anything special about him. He
wasn't as full as my husband, and I couldn't feel how long he was. Maybe I didn't have time to experience it. He
was lighter than my husband, so it didn't hurt me much. When he was thrusting, he just pressed my head down, so I didn't feel any discomfort.
I can't remember what happened after that. It felt like I was on drugs and couldn't remember anything. I
don't know if he ejaculated or not, and I don't know what happened to my husband afterward. I just know that in a daze, he told my husband to rest
for a while. My husband seemed very excited and hadn't had enough. He seemed to want to do it again, but I was so sleepy
and tired that I drifted off to sleep. I think I even dreamed. I don't know how long I slept, but I could feel two pairs of gentle
eyes watching me.
After he left, I seemed to wake up a little more. Suddenly, a feeling of shame resurfaced, and I felt a little
wronged, but also very comfortable. My husband's chubby smiling face made me feel warm and happy.
Overall, I overcame the psychological hurdle. It didn't feel like the sky was falling as I had imagined.
Physiologically, it wasn't as exciting or pleasurable as that woman on the forum described. Maybe everyone is
different . I still want to thank my husband; this was a unique experience in my life! My
second diary entry, "The Second Time I Went Crazy," came after the first threesome. Although I was still conflicted, feeling that what we did was hardly
respectable, the guy my husband found for me was exactly what I wanted. He also showed me great affection,
coming to dinner and giving me gifts, creating a hazy, ambiguous atmosphere. In his own words, "When
two people meet, they first exchange gestures, and feelings naturally develop.
" Haha, since I was going to have three people, I had to find someone I didn't dislike and liked.
He asked me to do it alone once, and my husband strongly supported and encouraged me, even actively trying to make connections
. I reluctantly agreed.
On a snowy afternoon, after a hearty lunch at my husband's house, I drove alone to the Saixiang Hotel with a heavy heart
. S arrived first and had already showered. I was so nervous that I got a stomachache as soon as I entered the hotel and went to find a toilet. Haha
, how pathetic.
S came down to pick me up. It was so awkward coming in; I didn't know whether to stand or sit. I tried to act calm. He asked
what kind of tea I wanted, and I said green tea. Then I went to the window and looked out to hide my nervousness and unsettling shyness
.
He came up behind me, gently hugged me, buried his face in my hair, and slowly stroked it, lightly licking my
shoulder. I felt a tingling, itchy sensation, so wonderful. He said, "I know where your erogenous zones are," and then
licked harder. I realized that this was what aroused me.
I like this. Not many words, just gentle touches, the atmosphere is ambiguous, artistic, beautiful, and healing.
I went to the bathroom to shower, and he waited quietly for me, watching Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf, haha.
I washed myself thoroughly, especially my genitals, and after making sure I was clean, I came out wrapped in a towel.
He was already on the bed, and when he saw me wrapped in a towel, he asked if I was cold. I mumbled some answers and slowly sat up on
the bed. He quickly climbed on top of me, removed my towel, and started kissing me. We kissed for a long, long time; I
felt like our lips were glued together, our tongues moving so harmoniously that it made my head spin with a suffocating, dizzying
sensation.
Then he made me lie face down and kissed me from my ear, shoulder, and back down. At this point, he received several
phone calls , which was a bit of a downer, but each time he hung up, he immediately became enthusiastic again and pounced on me. I teased him,
dodging his kisses and pulling the blanket away from him. He laughed and lovingly pulled the blanket away. The foreplay lasted a
long time making me a little impatient for him to come. When it was almost time, he came in. I hesitated for a moment about whether
to ask him to use a condom, but I was too embarrassed to ask, and I also had a strange sense of trust in me. This concern flashed
by and then disappeared. After he came in, he still used the top-down position, putting my legs on his shoulders. This
position was a bit difficult for me; I couldn't use this position with my husband because it was very painful, not just
down there mainly my legs, which were spread too wide. It hurt, but doing it with him would make me feel better. He tentatively moved a few times and asked if it hurt
. This was better than my husband, who rarely asked me if I was in pain; it was always me complaining. This greatly increased my
affection I nodded gently, and he came over and kissed my lips. His kiss seemed
to lessen my pain by more than half. I loved looking at his face, his slightly furrowed brows, his long eyelashes. I especially
liked secretly staring at him, but when he looked at me, I would shyly look away. I also loved smelling his
scent. I felt comfortable even when we weren't doing it. So much time passed that I
don't remember how it ended. I didn't even know if he ejaculated. He lay in the middle of the bed,
holding me, his left hand touching my breast. He said he liked touching my breasts and asked if I was annoyed and if I missed my husband. When I calmed down, my
mind was a mess, and I didn't know how to answer.
When he asked me a question, I went blank, like an idiot. In that atmosphere, I felt like I was back in
my early teens, so simple and beautiful, with a sense of peaceful bliss. Haha
, that word isn't quite right for a bedroom, though. I had a similar feeling when I went to Bali with my husband. It was an ordinary scene, but it left a
deep and unforgettable impression on me. It was during the last two days when I sat outside a small supermarket waiting for my husband to buy roast suckling pig
rice, quietly waiting and anticipating his return. It felt like a little woman needing protection, waiting for
her husband to return from the hunt.
Haha, just a side note, because I really enjoyed that afternoon.
After resting for a while, we did it a second time. This time it was more intense, the kisses more passionate.
There were fewer interruptions on the phone, but someone came to interrupt. There was a knock on the door, and we were both startled. He said, "Your husband is here
." I didn't even react. He asked if I wanted to open the door, and I nodded, feeling so ashamed. But he moved even more intensely
, increasing the speed. My whole body was boiling. I had a feeling of being caught in the act, a mix of tension, excitement, and
adventure, and I was also afraid that my husband would be angry and would turn on me if I didn't open the door. My husband rang the doorbell a second time. In short,
I felt very complicated. He seemed to sense my anxiety and got up to open the door. My husband, that big piggy, came in while still taking off
his pants. He was already hard in less than three minutes and pulled me towards him. Although the ambiguous
atmosphere was broken, my husband gave me a strong sense of security. I felt that my husband was so cute, with his chubby smiling face. Hahaha
, just thinking about my husband makes me feel warm and at ease.
But after only a few strokes, my husband called S over. S used the same position and asked if it hurt. I nodded
, and he said a kiss would make it stop hurting, so he covered my mouth. We went at it intensely again. My husband, that little rascal,
kept taking pictures. The flash was blinding, and the camera distracted me, preventing me from concentrating and enjoying the experience
. Later, when I looked at the photos, I saw his penis in one too! How funny! What a cunning and scheming husband of mine
.
After he got off, he went into the bathroom. My husband made me straddle him. I was so embarrassed; I couldn't move, afraid that
Fan would see my clumsy movements.
My husband was very excited and wanted me to go at it intensely, to show other men that I was more interested in him.
Later, Fan left, and my husband's domineering style returned. Actually, although my husband has many years of
sexual experience, compared to S, he's still a bit silly and clumsy. Although it's cute, it took a while for me
to finish, both physically and mentally.
We went on for several more rounds. My husband's sexual desire seemed endless. I was always afraid he
'd go on and on because I was really tired, and I lost patience after a certain time. This takes time to work out.
I always feel that a long session isn't as good as a single, high-quality session. Do you agree?

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