Our 3P Story

Two years ago, my wife met a guy online. He was a 23-year-old college graduate who had just started working and was in Shijiazhuang (we were in Shenyang). They chatted for a long time. At first, I didn't know, but my wife told me later because their conversations had drifted to sex, and they were even using video. My wife and I have always had a good relationship, so she was bound to tell me about something like this. At first, I didn't think much of it; I figured it was fine to chat online, what's the big deal? Later, I joined in, and the three of us chatted together and even had sex in front of him. At the time, I thought it was quite fun, and it was very exciting. I always felt it was thrilling to have someone watching, and my wife would moan loudly, probably trying to make sure he could hear us clearly. I wonder if we were being a bit perverted.
Then one day—it was a Thursday, I remember it clearly because what happened happened on the weekend—I had to go out for a business dinner that night and came home a little late. My wife was chatting with him again. As soon as I walked in, she said he was coming over. I thought she was joking, and I was also a bit drunk, so I said, "Come on over, you're welcome." My wife confirmed it was true, and I said, "Really? He really dares to come? I'll entertain him." Then I went to sleep. The next afternoon, my wife called to say he had a flight that night. I could tell she wasn't joking. At the time, I didn't think much of it; I just thought, "That's really bold of
him." Since he's coming, I'll go pick him up. To make a long story short, my wife and I picked him up that evening and brought him home. Meeting him wasn't as awkward as I'd imagined, since we'd been friends online for a while. But he still seemed a little nervous. He looked even younger than he appeared online, like a typical student. He told me he'd just received his salary, and a one-way ticket had cost him almost a month's wages. I thought that was quite something; I admired his decision. I probably couldn't have done that.
We ate some food, chatted for a while, and had some drinks. I drank because I thought it might help him relax and not be so nervous. I saw it was 10 pm, and I figured what was going to happen would happen, so I said, "You guys go to that room; I'll stay in this one." My wife started to feel embarrassed, fidgeting and not moving. He didn't get up either, so I said, "Don't be shy, I'll go back to my room first." I went into my room, closed the door,
and lay down on the bed. I started to feel incredibly restless. After all, this was my wife's first time with someone other than me. I had this urge to go over and see, but that was something my wife and I had agreed on beforehand. The reason was that I didn't want her to be nervous, and if I was there, she might not be able to do anything. I also wanted my wife to experience what it felt like with someone else. But I couldn't quite define the feeling—was it jealousy or something else? It was agonizing. At the same time, there was a strange excitement that made me feel uncomfortable. Several times I wanted to sneak over, but I resisted.
Time ticked by, and I wondered how far they had progressed, whether my wife was very excited, whether she was about to climax, whether he was very capable, whether he was as good as me, and whether my wife felt better with me or with him. Lost in thought, my wife came in wearing only her underwear. Suddenly, I forgot everything and my first question was, "How's it going?" She immediately clung to me, blushing, and said she couldn't. She was clearly excited; her hands were already reaching for me, indicating she wasn't satisfied. I touched her, and she was soaking wet. I was already feeling aroused, and now I couldn't resist anymore. I didn't care about anything else and we started passionately pleasuring each other. She was incredibly excited, reaching her peak with immense satisfaction, and I also reached my climax with an indescribable excitement. After calming down, she told me that although she had previous sexual experience, it felt like her first time. She said he was incredibly excited when she touched him, and while his penis wasn't very big, it was very hard, but when it came to her, he couldn't keep up and ejaculated after only a few thrusts. I said, "No wonder you were so wet; his penis was still there." Her face turned bright red. I asked my wife how she felt, and she said she felt great, very excited and thrilled, a feeling she had never experienced before. She said she couldn't resist his touch after a while, that it felt different from when I touched her, a fresh and stimulating sensation.
Nothing more was said that night. The next morning, I encouraged my wife to do it with him again. This time, I didn't feel as uncomfortable as the night before, and they didn't last long either. Judging from my wife's expression, it seemed okay, but I didn't ask further. During the day, we chatted together, and I went out to buy him a train ticket home. At that time, our financial situation wasn't good enough for air travel, so I could only afford a train ticket, which made me feel a little guilty. That evening, my wife and I agreed to do it together that night. We sat together and chatted for a while. He still seemed a little embarrassed, so I said I'd go first, and you could watch. My wife and I have been together for 10 years; we understand each other's characteristics very well and know how to cooperate. Soon, my wife was panting heavily, and I got excited too. He watched for a while, then sat down and hugged my wife from behind, placing his hand on her breast. My wife was sucking on my breast, and I could clearly feel her excitement. Then I started kissing my wife, and he was beside me, touching her body and kissing her breasts. She held one in each hand, her body began to writhe, and she bit her lip; her expression told me she was close to climaxing. I said, "You go first." This time he didn't hesitate much and went in. As soon as he entered, my wife let out a soft moan. I knew she was extremely excited, and this was the moment when she needed to thrust harder. I kissed her breasts and encouraged him to speed up, but he didn't dare to move continuously. My wife's expression grew increasingly eager, but he didn't ejaculate. I think it was because he was afraid of hurting his pride. By this time, I was also extremely excited. He sat on the sofa to smoke, and I began my thrusting. We both reached orgasm in a shudder. My wife and I both experienced immense satisfaction and pleasure, especially my wife. Afterwards, she often talked about this experience, saying it was the happiest, most blissful, and most fulfilling time of her life. But I could tell he wasn't entirely satisfied. I think he was thinking about just the two of them; I made him feel nervous and perhaps a little inferior, probably because he was too young. But I think he understands me; we're both men, after all. We're also very grateful to him; his courage alone is admirable, not to mention the new feelings and joy he brought us.
We saw him off on Sunday, and my wife is still in contact with him. She says he has a girlfriend now, and he always asks how I am whenever we chat. He also misses that experience, saying we treated him very well, especially me, and that he might come back sometime.
This is written like a primary school student's narrative, without much detail. To be honest, I'm not good at writing, so please bear with it. I hope friends with similar experiences and those interested in this kind of thing can exchange ideas and share their thoughts and feelings.

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