Finally, a younger brother arrived (1)

After the pandemic lockdown was lifted, my wife was finally able to realize her dream of traveling freely. I felt this was a new opportunity to encourage her to take a bigger step, so I bought her a lot of figure-revealing quick-drying clothes, including deep V-necks, tank tops, and shorts. Of course, I also guided her during our conversations. I often encouraged her to relax, open her mind, and let go of her burdens while traveling, to do things she had always wanted to do but dared not. My wife knew I had a penchant for sex, so she didn't object. Plus, I was transferred to work in another city, so it was difficult to quench her thirst in person. Deep down, I also sensed her desire for sex, but my wife always felt that the internet wasn't real and she didn't dare to act rashly without concrete contact. It wasn't until May that I felt everything was slowly changing with the arrival of a younger brother.
In May, my wife planned a trip to Tibet. On her first day in Lhasa, she suffered from altitude sickness and could only rest at the guesthouse. In the guesthouse's music area, she met a boy named L who played guitar. L was 24 years old, had recently graduated from university, and had also been unable to travel due to altitude sickness. The two got along well and exchanged WeChat contacts, agreeing to travel together once they had acclimatized.
Finally, once their bodies had adjusted, the wife organized a road trip group at the guesthouse: a boy named L, a girl from Fujian named B, and a man from Shanxi named Z. Z drove himself, and the wife, L, and B split most of the expenses. On the first day of the trip, L and Z sat in the front, while the wife and B sat in the back. I knew that with the wife's lively personality, the journey would be filled with laughter and conversation. I video-chatted with the wife, and she generously introduced the others. That evening, at the guesthouse, the local herders organized a bonfire party. The four of them, along with other tourists, participated. L's guitar playing ignited the atmosphere, and everyone drank, sang, and danced in a very comfortable environment. After the party, Z drove back to his room to rest, and B went to chat with her boyfriend, leaving only the wife and L drinking and chatting. The Tibetan night sky was beautiful, and the two talked about their experiences until late before finally going to bed.
The journey continued the next day. B, who gets carsick, sat in the front, so my wife and L naturally sat together in the back. My wife chatted with them on WeChat while talking to me. She kept telling me about the boy, and I jokingly asked her if he was suitable and if she had feelings for him. She said she saw him as a younger brother, but knowing her as I do, a man who gets so many compliments from my wife must be someone I'm somewhat attracted to. My wife took good care of the boy throughout the journey, offering him snacks and tissues, and the two of them chatted non-stop until they arrived at their resting place for the second day.
Please don't think I'm being long-winded; I'm not writing anything erotic. Real accounts need a lot of background information, and everything I described happened was told to me by my wife after we got back. The real story happened after the third day.

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