The three-person activity continues - the second three-person activity written by my wife.

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I'm a rather lazy person and particularly averse to trouble, so my wife took notes during the second three-person activity. She enjoys writing essays, and the first one garnered over 10,000 views, which motivated her to continue. Old Z, mentioned in the text, is a friend of over ten years. We often drink together and discuss life. Years ago, after a few drinks, we somehow started talking about wife-swapping. Fueled by alcohol, we both said we'd go home and "develop" our wives so we could have a foursome. Years later, his "development" failed, leaving him and my wife as single men. After the first activity, my wife and I experienced some subtle changes in our daily lives. For example, our conversations became more intimate, and I confessed to my wife that I had been having an affair. Surprisingly, she knew all along but didn't confront me. She felt I was a family man who loved her; men always think about having affairs, and she accepted my strengths and weaknesses because she loved me. These past few days, I've been nagging my wife about wanting to have a threesome with my lovers. She's set a threshold: once I've developed a threesome with my lovers, she'll let me have my way. She's willing to play with anyone I like—doubles, couples, new single men… Enough rambling, let's get to the point. This is the second time. Yes, the second time for a threesome. It's hard to imagine that I, so dignified and elegant, would stoop to this level again.
When my husband said he'd invited Mr. Z, this time, I wasn't scared. However, when Z came in, I still didn't dare look at him. I made an excuse to reply to a text message; actually, I didn't even know what I was doing, holding my phone, completely lost.
While my husband and I, half-naked, were embracing, Z got into bed. A large hand touched my shoulder, and he said, "Still shy?" (or something like that). At the same time, I mustered my courage and glanced back, taking a serious look: not bad, refined and clean-cut. Z said, "Finally dared to look at me," and I don't know where I got the courage, but I actually retorted, "I need to recognize your face so I don't not recognize you if we bump into each other on the street later" (Z and I live relatively close, about a 15-minute walk). At the same time, I told myself that I couldn't have a blackout today; I had to remember the whole process!
Yes, I remembered the feeling of two men simultaneously sucking and caressing my breasts. The scene was so stimulating; two heads were right in front of me, and my nipples felt two different sucking methods: the frequency and intensity were different. To be honest, there are only a few methods, but the variety was strange and novel, and I liked it.
Yes, I also remembered the feeling of having to caress two penises at the same time. It was a very interesting experience, feeling the process of two penises growing from small to large with each hand. I clearly felt that Z's penis started growing first, but my husband's penis grew faster. Although it started slower than Z's, its growth was impressive, a bit like the tortoise in the tortoise and the hare race—slow to start, fast to finish. I could clearly feel the different shapes of the two penises; one was thicker, one thinner; one longer, one shorter; one straighter, one slightly erect… Of course, they wouldn't allow me to just feel them with my hands. Soon, two penises were erect in front of me, and two pairs of eyes were gazing at me with such deep affection. (Here, I should add that before we started, my husband told me to be considerate of Z's feelings, that I could ignore some things since we weren't familiar yet. So, I was more considerate of Z, but a few days later, my husband complained: "You're only giving her oral sex, you don't care about me!" I was speechless.) That day, I gave them a taste of "ice and fire," and from their expressions, I could tell they were having a blast. A few days later, I received feedback, and sure enough, they were.
Yes, I remembered the main event even more vividly after the foreplay. I was surprised that these two men actually liked the same position: pulling me to the foot of the bed, lifting my legs, placing them on their shoulders, and almost bending me into a U-shape. Personally, I think this position saves them energy. Then, the straight penis: each time it hits the very bottom, my insides are completely breached, utterly defeated, only able to let the "enemy" invade at will, powerless to resist. The erect penis: each thrust hits my sensitive spot, probably what everyone calls the G-spot, feeling a tingling, pleasurable sensation. If the previous forceful attack was like breaking down the city gates, then this is like deploying a suicide squad, then launching a coordinated attack from within and without. Faced with such a coordinated attack from within and without, I just hope it doesn't completely destroy the city...

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