Entering the circle, my first 3P experience with a single man

Today, it's been two years since my first successful 3P, and with the year or so of initial development, I've been in this circle for about three years. My wife and I have been together for over five years, and she'll be 28 next weekend, on October 21st. In these two years, I've met quite a few single men and couples, but we've only actually had three successful 3P encounters with singles. As for couples, it's not that we don't want to find partners; as those in the circle know, some wives don't want their husbands to have relationships with other women. My wife, on the other hand, requires the partner to have a good figure, good looks, and large breasts. Frankly, such couples are harder to find than single men. Plus, I'm not particularly interested in swapping, so couple swapping hasn't happened yet. If you know any suitable couples or partners, please contact me. But that's beside the point. Today's focus is on the stories from these past two years, my feelings, and the changes in my wife after the 3P encounters.
Of course, it's necessary to introduce ourselves at the beginning of the story. My wife is 28, and I'm a bit older than her. We've been together for five years. At the beginning, we were incredibly passionate, but after two or three years, the excitement gradually faded. So, I started testing her attitude, slowly guiding her to learn about and understand this circle. A good relationship is the foundation, and relatively open-minded views are key. Plus, my wife is the kind of woman who's always interested in handsome men, so the process wasn't too difficult. It was simply a matter of asking her during sex and gradually nurturing her, planting this idea in her mind. Because it was my first time, I completely followed my wife's wishes and went to find single men as she requested. My wife initially said she wanted to find a younger man, handsome, clean-cut, non-smoker, over 180cm tall, neither too thin nor too fat, with at least a bachelor's degree, good manners, patience, and a gentle demeanor. I thought to myself, "Damn, that's higher than my standards for a girlfriend!" But then I remembered my wife was young and beautiful. At 160cm, she wasn't tall, but with her 80-something-pound figure, she was quite stunning—well-endowed! I had to find someone worthy of her. And wouldn't you know it, I met someone who basically met her criteria. This guy was 24 years old, 181cm tall, and weighed 135kg. I thought his looks were average, but my wife thought they were pretty good. After all, we have different tastes, and my wife's preference is the most important thing. Anyway, it's her who's sleeping with me, not me, haha. However, his massage and spa skills, along with his master's degree, exceeded my expectations. After much discussion, we arranged a meeting.
I clearly remember that it was late September two years ago, the day we first met and went out with Dan. That day, Dan arrived in our city and, as I requested, checked into a room in the city center and waited for us. My wife wore light makeup, a shirt, a short skirt, nude stockings, and black stilettos—she looked absolutely stunning. I thought to myself, "This guy is so lucky!" Without thinking too much, I drove my wife there. On the way, I was incredibly nervous, and my wife was even more so, barely saying a word. I just gently told her, "Baby, I love you," and she nodded repeatedly, saying she loved me too, as sweetly as a kitten. After parking the car downstairs at the hotel, I asked Dan to come downstairs to meet us first. After all, I hadn't met him in person yet, and I wanted my wife to see him and confirm her feelings. The guy came downstairs and saw us. He seemed a little nervous, fair-skinned, and a little taller than me. He seemed alright, so I told him to go back to his room first, and I'd take my wife to buy some food and drinks. After he left, I asked my wife how she felt. She said, "It's okay, I'll listen to my husband, but I'm a little scared." I only told her, "I love you, I'll always be here." I then texted the guy to ask how he felt. He replied, "You're so pretty, sister-in-law. If you don't like me, I'd be happy just to give you a massage or spa." I told him we'd see how things went, and then I bought two cans of Red Bull and took my wife upstairs to knock on the door. The room was quite ordinary. I led my wife to the sofa. She was both nervous and shy, while the guy sat on the bed and we started an awkward question-and-answer conversation. I finally managed to find a topic to make them laugh and ease the tension. I told my wife to have the single man sit over, but she shook her head. Reluctantly, I asked him to get up and turn off the lights and curtains. Then I pulled my wife up and sat her on my lap, gently stroking her silk-clad legs, then her breasts. Without the light, my wife slowly relaxed. With my continued caresses, her breathing became rapid, and she began to feel it. She hugged my face and kissed me passionately. The single man, watching from the side, must have been having a hard time. I told him to go to the bathroom to shower. A moment later, I heard the sound of running water. I carefully removed my wife's high heels, top, underwear, skirt, and stockings, even her panties, leaving her only a little bit of modesty. Then I carried her, comforting her, and led her to the bathroom where the single man was showering. I closed the door and let her shower with him. At that moment, I felt a mix of emotions—a bittersweet feeling, yet I couldn't stop. I was restless in the room. The light was too dim, I couldn't see anything, and I felt incredibly itchy and uncomfortable. Finally, the water stopped, and I couldn't resist opening the door a crack. In the dim light, I saw the man with one arm around his wife's back, kissing her passionately, while his other hand caressed her buttocks. His wife, on the other hand, was stimulating his nipples with one hand and using the shower gel to lubricate his erect penis with the other. Seeing me, he stopped kissing and lowered himself to caress and nibble on his wife's firm breasts. I felt a pang of jealousy and said, "Just a quick wash and I'll be right back." He agreed, and soon dried her off, carried her to the bed, and then took out some essential oils he had prepared, having her lie down and give him a massage. I must say, the guy's technique was pretty good. He rolled her over so she was facing him, and the man's hands were all over her body, touching and nibbling on one breast while stimulating her genitals with his other hand. She gradually became breathless, panting heavily, and pulled the man, who was sucking her breasts, into a passionate kiss, freeing one hand to grab his rock-hard penis, saying, "Give it to me, I want it." I touched my wife's genitals; they were already overflowing with moisture. The man looked at me, and I handed him a condom. He was also incredibly eager, and couldn't wait to put it on and insert it. In that instant, my wife cried out, "Ah, so good!" The man said, "Sister, so slippery and tight!" And I, witnessing my beautiful wife being penetrated by someone else, felt both a pang of jealousy and a thrill. My wife was completely unrestrained at this moment, becoming a lustful woman. Pleasure was all she wanted. She moaned and cried out, "My pussy is so itchy, fuck me!" "Honey, honey, come here, it feels so good!" I moved closer to my wife, and she grabbed my hard penis, asking, "Honey, do you like me being this slutty? Honey, do you love me?" I whispered in her ear that I loved her very, very much and loved her slutty side. My wife was also stimulated, pulling my hard penis into her mouth and giving it to me. So I bent down and tried my best to suck her breasts. While she was giving me oral sex, her pussy was being violently fucked by the single man. The scene was incredibly stimulating. After a while, the single man told me, "Brother, come for a bit." I was covered in sweat and went to take a shower to cool down. Then I quickly put on a condom. The moment the single man pulled out, my wife violently pulled his penis back into her pussy. "Honey's is still thicker, it feels so good!" So, after about ten minutes of my relentless thrusting, I couldn't hold back any longer. My wife was also close to orgasm, her vagina spasming and contracting repeatedly. I knew I was about to ejaculate. At that moment, the single man returned, put on a condom again, and lay down next to my wife. My wife cried out, "Husband, husband, take off the condom and ejaculate into my mouth!" I pulled out, got off the bed, and took off the condom. My wife got up and knelt on the bed, giving me a few blowjobs while I stood on the floor below, and then I ejaculated all of it into her mouth and swallowed it (my wife occasionally gives me blowjobs and swallows my semen). The single man couldn't resist seeing this. He pulled my wife over and made her sit on his penis. My wife was already on the verge of orgasm, and sitting was her favorite position; she could control the depth and speed herself. Soon, my wife orgasmed. Her vagina was contracting very tightly, and as her buttocks were constantly moving up and down, the single man ejaculated without warning. My wife was enjoying herself and exclaimed, "Oh, why did you ejaculate?" The single man was a little embarrassed and said, "Sister, it's too tight, it feels too good, I couldn't control myself." Actually, the single man didn't know that when his wife was on top, he couldn't last more than a few minutes. The pleasure of the sitting position was too intense and comfortable, making it difficult to control ejaculation. No wonder this handsome young man was so unhelpful. After a while, his wife got up and got out of bed. He told her to let the handsome young man wash her, but she refused, saying, "I want my husband to wash with me." Heeding his wife's words, he gave her a quick wash in the bathroom. His wife continued to caress him, suck his penis, and lick his buttocks, saying she wanted to go home and wash properly with her husband, and then do it again. Hearing this, he felt overwhelmed, but since his wife had been so good, he figured he'd have to continue feeding her when she wanted it at home. After leaving the bathroom and getting dressed, he said he wanted to go eat, but his wife insisted on going home. He told the single man, "Then you rest, we'll go home first." His wife then pulled him out of the room and they quickly drove home. Along the way, she wasn't behaving herself; at places without traffic lights, she would put her hand inside his pants and touch him, making him hard the whole way. Finally home, my wife dragged me out for a half-hour shower, kissed me, caressed me, gave me oral sex, and then made love to me again in bed. Our first encounter was a perfect ending. To be honest, the first experience was good, quite good, and my wife performed very well, deserving praise. However, this was our only relationship with this single man; nothing else happened. It wasn't that we disliked single men, but rather that my wife changed her tastes after that, telling me she preferred older men. Then, a few months later, another single man's story began.

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