My wife's third experience with a single man

Sorry for the long hiatus! My wife has been with three single men so far, and her restless heart has been itching for more. She was planning to do it again during the New Year, but things changed so suddenly that she has to stay put. I wanted to look through some old videos to reminisce, but unfortunately, I accidentally locked all the selfies I had saved. Sigh... what a tragedy! Anyway, let's get to the point.
The third experience was actually a month after the second, with the same single man. Ever since my wife had actually been with that man, she'd thoroughly experienced a different kind of excitement and pleasure, and she wasn't as shy talking to him as before. Those two days, the man came to my place on business, and he invited my wife and me to barbecue that evening. We went as planned, but because we were worried about drunk driving, we didn't drink much. We ate barbecue, chatted idly, talked about our feelings, and said some embarrassing dirty jokes. After about an hour, we went our separate ways. As he left, I saw something else in his eyes, and I understood. Perhaps seeing him again had rekindled my interest. When I got home, I discussed with my wife about letting him stay the night. My wife smiled a little shyly and said I was crazy. I told her to change into a white spaghetti-strap nightgown to welcome him in, but she ignored me. I called the man, and he was very happy to hear it. He arrived shortly after. I rushed downstairs to meet him, but he had never been to my house before and couldn't find me. When I saw my brother, I teased him, asking if he had any ideas again. He nodded and smiled. We headed home, and as soon as I opened the door, lo and behold, my wife was already wearing that white slip dress (women say one thing and do another, always saying one thing and meaning another). She seemed a little embarrassed, not wanting to look us in the eye, and was busy pouring water for my brother. Meanwhile, my brother's eyes never left my wife. After a few pleasantries, I realized it was pointless to keep up the awkward conversation, so I said, "You two can do whatever you want, I'm going to watch some TV." My wife's face flushed instantly. Before she could say anything, my brother was already standing next to her, pulling her into a hug, grinning, and leading her into the bedroom. As the door closed, she turned back with a smile and called me "Little Bean Sprout." Damn! Was she implying I was being cheated on? I didn't follow her in, just randomly flipping through TV channels outside. I couldn't really watch anything; I just wanted to create some space for them to be alone so my wife could relax.
The bedroom was quiet. I turned the TV volume down, but I still couldn't hear much, except for the occasional creaking of the bed. Then, I thought I heard my wife cry out, and then it went quiet again. Unable to control my curiosity, I quietly went to the bedroom door and gently opened it. The light was off. When I turned it on, I saw my brother already had my wife on top of me, having sex with her. My wife was clutching the corner of the blanket tightly to her mouth, trying not to make a sound. When she saw me come in, she buried her face in the blanket. I climbed onto the bed and pulled the blanket off my wife, carefully watching their every move. My wife's cries gradually grew louder. This time, my brother wasn't drunk. He held the position for a short while before ejaculating. He lay on the bed chatting with us, worried that my wife wasn't satisfied and wanted me to take over. As I'd said before, I really didn't like participating; I just wanted to be a spectator and watch quietly. Later, I went out to continue watching TV, while the two of them continued chatting in the room.
I hadn't even finished watching one episode of a TV series when I heard my wife moaning in the room again. I went over and saw that they had switched to a woman-on-top position. My wife was sitting on my husband with her eyes closed, rocking back and forth. Our wedding photo was hanging on the wall behind her. This scene immediately excited me. I stood by the bed and had my wife rock back and forth on my husband while giving me oral sex. After a while, my husband switched to a doggy-style position and continued. I was a little sleepy, so I didn't stay in the room. I deliberately took the remaining condoms and hid them. (My wife is very particular about not using condoms with strangers. She always tells me to make sure the single man uses a condom before we have sex. I just wanted to see what they would do without condoms.) I told my husband to sleep in the master bedroom with my wife that night, and I went to sleep in the guest room next door. Before I could even lie down, the second round of sex was already over. My wife went to the bathroom to wash up and then came to the guest room to pull me back. Seeing that I really didn't want to move, she didn't insist anymore. She called me a little bean sprout and then ran back to the master bedroom to turn off the lights and go to sleep.
I was groggily woken by the urge to pee. Looking out the window, it was already light outside. I checked the time—it was past 5 a.m. Thinking I could sleep a little longer, I got up to go to the bathroom. On my way back, I vaguely heard my wife's moans as I passed the master bedroom door. I wondered if I was hallucinating. I opened the door and saw the little slut kneeling at the corner of the bed, her white nightgown pulled up high, her white buttocks arching back. My husband was standing beside the bed, his hands on her waist, thrusting rhythmically, making slapping sounds. When I came in, they switched to the missionary position. My wife's arms were wrapped around my husband's neck, her expression very absorbed. Suddenly, something occurred to me. I peeked behind my husband and, sure enough, they weren't using a condom! My wife was already foaming at the mouth, moaning in my husband's ear. After a while, my husband stopped moving, climbed off my wife, panting, and waved his hand, saying he couldn't go on anymore, he really couldn't, let's stop! I asked, "Did you ejaculate?" The older brother said he didn't have any, he was out of stock. The three of us burst out laughing. He went to shower, put on his clothes, and said goodbye. After seeing him off, I asked my wife, "Didn't we say we had to use condoms? What happened?" My wife made a face and said, "I went out to look for some but couldn't find any. I got carried away and didn't care."
Even now, those scenes occasionally flash through my mind: the same room, the same woman in a wedding photo, doing the same thing with a different man. The end.

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