My wife whom I've trained (seeking a single man) Part 5...

Thank you all so much for your trust, which motivated me to finish writing everything. I'm very grateful. I won't say too much now, I'll continue writing about what's still unfinished. Later, I'll talk about my personal thoughts and feelings regarding my wife and I choosing a single man.

The wedding date is getting closer, and there's so much to do, like taking wedding photos and arranging the hotel. I planned the entire wedding myself, from lighting and sound to stage setup and background music (the music for my entrance, when I picked up my wife, when her father handed her over to me, the music for both sets of parents' entrance, and the music for the meal). I graduated from an art school with a major in musicology, but I went into rock music, haha. I didn't consider the budget for the entire wedding myself. Later, the wedding planning company contacted me and felt that my taste was very high. I've always maintained a style of prioritizing quality over sheer wealth. To put it bluntly, you can't compete with money; there's always someone better. The wedding planning company seemed a bit overwhelmed trying to meet all my requirements, and they kept advising me to simplify and refine certain aspects. However, after thinking it over, I felt it wasn't necessary. I'm only getting married once in my life, and any extravagance will only happen once, so I won't skimp on the money. (A quick note: some might think I'm from a wealthy family, but you'd be wrong. I come from a poor background. My parents were laid-off workers. While I've never gone hungry, we were always financially strapped. My parents loved me dearly and never let me lack anything, so I feel incredibly indebted to them and desperately want to make amends. I've come from the very bottom of society myself. While I'm not wealthy now, I think I'm comfortably well-off. This is a message to all couples and single men: filial piety is paramount. Don't wait until it's too late to regret it. Even if your parents have wronged you, you should understand and forgive them. Giving us life is the greatest gift they can bestow!)

The wedding planning is almost done, and everything else is arranged. All that's left is to take the wedding photos. The reason it's been delayed so long is because my wife is too busy with work. She used to work at a commercial bank, so let's just say she was always leaving early and coming home late; overtime was just a minor inconvenience. Later, she took some time off, and we went to a photo studio to book the wedding photos. I'm most afraid of taking pictures because I always feel like I don't photograph well, and my crooked smile in

front of the camera always makes me feel like I'm performing like a monkey. A has been helping me with everything. When it came time to take the photos, my wife was quite picky and insisted on choosing a different location instead of our local area. She chose a famous tourist spot in Yunnan, a place with hot springs. Anyone from Yunnan will recognize it immediately. However, we didn't have enough cars. The studio's car was barely enough to carry the equipment, and there wasn't even enough room for the two of us. I had no choice but to call A and ask him to drive our car along; he could be our driver. A readily agreed and left. Our trip to take wedding photos was exhausting; it took two days in total, and with the photoshoot, we were practically constantly on the go. When A and my wife met, it was just awkwardness. I originally wanted to do it again when we went back, but it was just too tiring, and I couldn't take it anymore. All I wanted to do was sleep.

After the photos, we planned to head back. We wanted to go to a hot spring, but the photography crew had to rush back to meet their deadline, and we didn't want to hold them back—it's their livelihood, and we couldn't afford to ruin it.

Back home, we rested for a few days. With only about two weeks until our wedding, everything was done—the wedding planning and invitations were all that was left. Since the wedding planner couldn't set up the stage beforehand, only on the day before the wedding, I was free. My wife took a few days off and also stayed home to rest. I felt that other things were the parents' responsibility. Speaking of sending out invitations, we had quite a few, considering I've made many friends over the years. I suggested we find a restaurant and deliver them all in two days. My wife didn't believe me, but I said it was just a matter of spending a little money. However, I thought it was worth it. Think about it: the gas money for driving to deliver invitations, the time cost, the manpower and resources—it's all there! I called each person on the invitations and told them we were having dinner that evening. I've noticed that nowadays, people might not come for anything else, but if you mention food, drinks, entertainment, or fun, they'll show up faster than anyone else. That's reality. When we arrived at the restaurant that evening, I counted the attendees; almost everyone had arrived, except for a few. I exchanged a few pleasantries, then sent out the invitations. For the remaining absentees, I had to deliver them. I did the same for my wife. This method always works, but it's expensive! Personally, I think if money can solve a problem, use money; otherwise, it will cost even more. This is based on my years of experience. Making time allows you to do many things you want, right? Don't dwell on money in life. Money isn't everything, but you can't do anything without it. I came from humble beginnings, so naturally I resent the rich, because there's an old saying that the rich are heartless! But I don't like the poor either. I basically ignore people who are poor but don't strive or work hard, who complain about their fate, their parents, and their bad luck. Because when I was younger, I also complained about my parents, wondering why they couldn't provide me with better conditions. Now that I'm older, I realize I was wrong. I really want to kneel down and kowtow to my parents, truly. So now I'm willing to sacrifice everything for my parents. I think as long as my parents are alive, that's better than anything else, even more gratifying than winning the lottery.

All the invitations have been sent out, and the wedding is just over a week away. My wife and I can finally relax for a few days and get some rest. Counting the time, since that time with A, my wife and I have been busy with our wedding preparations and haven't had much intimacy. I also hadn't asked her how she felt about it. That night, I had a serious talk with her. I asked her if she hated me for what happened last time. She said she wouldn't say she hated me, but she just couldn't believe it would turn out like this, especially since it involved her friend. She said she'd be seeing him all the time and didn't know what to do. She said that when A accompanied us to take our wedding photos, she was too busy to look at him for those few days because she had this indescribable feeling. Hearing her say that, I understood; she just didn't know how to face it. She continued, saying that she'd never cheated on me, at least there had been a gradual process. I asked her, "You mean you want to cheat for fun?" She said no, it was just a process of acceptance. Although last time she did it, she felt a strong visual impact when she was aroused. She used to think porn was great, but now that it's actually happening, she's inevitably feeling a little tempted. I suggested we call A over for another round. She didn't speak, her expression calm. I knew it was time to stop, to give up.

For the past few weeks, A had been driving my parents to deliver invitations. One evening, my parents invited A to have dinner with our family to thank him. After dinner, both sets of parents and A went to our small apartment. I busied myself boiling water and making tea while they chatted in the living room. Both sets of parents seemed quite happy and getting along well, which made me happy too. I felt that as long as my parents were happy, everything I did was worthwhile. They chatted late that night, and I told my parents to rest there, but they insisted on leaving. We didn't want to stop them, so I asked A to see them off. A gave me a sidelong glance and made a gesture of checking his wrist—a gesture that anyone who wears a watch would understand—to check the time. I don't like wearing a watch. I took out my phone and saw it was a quarter to midnight. I said I'd go see them off, and told A to go home. I saw them all downstairs. Both sets of parents didn't want A to come, saying he should get some rest, as they'd been working very hard lately. I said okay, and arranged a taxi for my parents. I asked A if he was going home, and he said definitely, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get back later. I didn't stop him, and said alright. But he said he needed to come see me early tomorrow morning; I bought a new bed, and he wanted to come with me to take a look. He said okay and left. When I got home, my wife asked if I'd seen them all off. I said I'd seen them all off, and I'd just call them later to check if they'd arrived. I said I was going to take a shower. I told her to keep an eye on the time and call our parents to check if they'd arrived and to tell them to get some rest. She said okay, and I left my phone in the bedroom and went to the bathroom.

While I was showering, my wife called both sets of parents to make sure they arrived home safely before she felt relieved. After hanging up, A called. My wife hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to answer, but eventually did. A asked which furniture store we were going to the next morning, saying he would just go there and wouldn't be coming over. My wife told him that, then hung up and went to rest. When I got into bed, my wife was already asleep.

The next day, we arrived at the designated furniture store on time, browsed around all morning, and bought a desk and a computer desk before heading home. When we got home, A said he was fine and left first. I said, "It's okay, what's the rush? You son of a bitch." Actually, I could tell they were both awkward and uncomfortable. I quickly asked them what they wanted to eat, and I called for takeout. My wife said she wanted the stir-fry from the restaurant near our office. I said, "Okay, I'll go buy it. I'll also go to the office to submit some documents—I'd completely forgotten about them, I've been so busy lately." I put on my shoes and left. They told me to come back early, and I said okay.

I took a taxi and went straight to the office, arriving around 1 pm. I put the documents on my boss's desk, sent him a text message, and then left. I work as a secretary.

At the restaurant, I ordered a few dishes, packed them in lunchboxes, and took two takeout containers home. When I got home, I saw my wife and A chatting quite smoothly. I didn't say anything, just told them to come over for lunch. The meal was quite harmonious, filled with laughter and conversation. After dinner, we all rested for a while. I brewed a pot of tea, had a few sips, and suggested we rest a bit. We'd all gotten up early, so I suggested a nap. I thought about what I needed to do in the afternoon and decided to take care of it. I asked A to go to the middle bedroom, but he said it wasn't necessary; it was a hot day, and he could just relax on the sofa. I didn't care and slept for over an hour. Since I had nothing else to do in the afternoon, I suggested we go for a stroll and maybe check out my wife's wedding dress. We went to a photo studio, looked at the new arrivals, picked one out, and had my wife try it on. She thought it was gorgeous, and A chimed in. After the dress, the three of us wandered around aimlessly, unable to decide where to eat, so we decided to go home. We weren't hungry, so we'd just have a late-night snack. When we got home, I suggested we create a WeChat group just for the three of us. I figured we all have our own thoughts, but it's hard to say them face-to-face, so let's use a chat app to clear things up and avoid making things awkward for us. After I said that, my wife blushed and went back to the bedroom without saying anything. After she left, I said we should talk it over, since we hadn't done "that" in a long time, and we could do it again later. A shook his head a bit and said, "Why are you getting even more aggressive?" I didn't say anything and went to the small bedroom, turned on the computer, and started playing on my phone. I created the group and added them both. Neither of them spoke for a moment, so I started it by saying my wife wanted to have sex. Later, my wife started the conversation by cursing on WeChat, which I found amusing. Then they started talking.

A started it, and that was roughly the gist of it. Since the group is gone now, I can't find the chat history. A apologized to his wife, saying he was confused about what happened last time and asked her not to be angry. He didn't know what else to say. His wife, however, was quite open-minded, saying it was okay, that her husband had started it and it had nothing to do with him, but she didn't want to affect their relationship in the future, especially since she and the poster were getting married and she didn't want to damage their marriage. Seeing this, I interrupted, saying, "It's okay, A. My wife is your wife. Let's do it again later. I bet she'll react in the room because it's been a long time since I've touched her." His wife sent an embarrassed blush, and I saw a chance. A, however, was reluctant, messaging me privately, "You rascal, that's enough. Don't make things worse so we won't see each other again." I replied, "It's okay, trust me." He didn't say anything then. Later in the group chat, I brought up the topic of what happened last time, because it would allow for reminiscing and imagination. My wife was quite open about it and directly said that last time A pointed his penis at her, and she was actually quite excited when she saw it. Plus, there was another penis inside her, which made her feel full down there and very sensually stimulated up there. A didn't say anything, just that that's how AVs are filmed, so there's probably a reason for it. I said, "Honey, do you want A to fuck you again? Just a proper one?" Neither of us reacted. Later, my wife messaged me privately, saying, "Do you want to die? Why are you like this?" I said, "It's okay, baby. I won't dislike you or abandon you. It's just for fun and excitement, nothing else." She told me to go back to the bedroom, so I went back. When I entered the bedroom, I saw that her face was flushed. I knew something was up. But I couldn't say it outright. Sometimes you have to play dumb; it wouldn't be good to bring it up.

I checked the time; it seemed to be a little before 5 PM. I remembered my boss praising me that day. Just as I put my phone in my pocket, it rang. It was my boss, saying the material was excellent and inviting me to dinner that evening. He insisted I attend because several other leaders were also there, and he wanted me to give a briefing on the current situation. I couldn't refuse, so I said okay.

I told my wife I was going out to dinner, and since it was my boss calling, I couldn't refuse. My wife shook her head helplessly and said okay. I said, "Where are you and A going to eat later? I'll come find you after I'm done." I told A as I was leaving, and he nodded, so I went out. Just as I reached the entrance of the complex, my wife called, saying, "How am I supposed to go out? What you said earlier was a bit much." I said, "It's okay, you said you wanted to take it step by step, arrange it yourself." I sent A a text message, roughly saying the same thing.

When I got to my boss's office, he said, "Let's go, let's go now. The sooner we finish eating, the sooner we can leave, because our boss hasn't been feeling well lately, he has a thyroid problem. He's already scheduled for surgery in Shanghai, but we'll have to wait a few days." So he was also afraid to go out to eat. When we got to the restaurant, I saw the boss I usually only saw on our local news. To be honest, it was quite depressing. They asked us to sit down and immediately asked about the situation. I just gave my report, and then the meal started. During the meal, they kept talking about this recent matter. I slipped away to call my wife. She said she and her husband were eating snacks and barbecue somewhere. I said, "Okay, honey, it's up to you. Go for it!" She laughed on the other end, a very cute laugh, right? I also sent a text message to A, basically telling her to fuck my wife and play her to death. My wife must have seen that text message, otherwise, what happened later wouldn't have happened. After we finished our work, it was about 9 o'clock. Our boss arranged for his driver to take me home. He said he had something to do, to take the kids and buy some things, and would wait there. I said okay, said goodbye, and went home, because they hadn't called or texted me during this time. Just as I was wondering what was going on, I received a WeChat notification. I opened it and immediately got an erection. They'd sent a picture of my wife wearing sexy lingerie. The worst thing about our area is the traffic; the driver and I were chatting, but I was completely distracted. It took almost 40 minutes to get home. When I got to the door, I rushed in and saw them kissing in the living room. A's finger was inside my wife's vagina.

At that moment, my wife spoke up, saying, "Honey, I've been waiting for you to come home. I want to have sex with A." Seeing A naked, I didn't say anything; I was just blinded by lust. I saw a vibrator and a dildo on the coffee table, and a lot of my wife's fluid on the sofa. I said, "You guys go ahead, I'm going to wash up." I went into the bathroom, so excited, that I unconsciously masturbated. I didn't rush out.

About 20 minutes later, I came out and asked A how long they'd been doing it. A said, "From when I sent you the picture, but we haven't gone inside yet, we've just been playing like this." I said okay. Later, A said to my wife, "What do you want to say to your husband? Tell me quickly." I saw that my wife was already very aroused, panting and saying, "Honey, I want A's big dick to fuck me, but you can only watch." I said okay. "You two can start," A said. I really went in. I said, "Go ahead, it's not like I've never been in before."

I watched them do it for a few minutes, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I put my dick in my wife's mouth, but she didn't take it in. I was too impatient, so I said, "A, let me do it." A wouldn't let me. Then my wife said, "Honey, could you leave for a bit? Otherwise, I won't be able to relax." I said okay. I went to the small bedroom and sat there to listen. Actually, I had mixed feelings, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. About 10 minutes later, A ejaculated. A walked past the small bedroom door and said, "Go and take a look." When I went over, I saw my wife still pulling her vagina open with both hands, her eyes were very aroused, and a lot of semen was flowing from her vagina. I didn't care about anything and just went in, because I was already rock hard. I ejaculated after a few minutes.

A came out of the bathroom, and my wife went in to take a shower. I asked A how they got together, and he briefly told me that I had texted him, and he showed it to my wife. They ate something, and then my wife took him home. After they got home, they chatted for a while. The gist of it was that my husband had wanted me to have sex with other men for a long time, and since he was supportive, they should take it step by step. They chatted for a while, and then A sat next to my wife and put his hand on her breast. Seeing that my wife didn't object and instead lowered her head, he started by kissing her, touching her private parts as he kissed her. Later, A said, "I'll lick your feet first. Go put on some stockings and change into sexy lingerie. Also, get out some sex toys." My wife did as he said. Later, he sent me a picture saying, "Your wife squirted again." I just laughed. After my wife came out, I felt she was more relaxed. I asked if they were hungry, and if so, we could go out for some beer and food. They agreed, though they just wanted to drink. We went to a late-night food stall, sat down, and had some beer. My sense of loss returned. During the meal, they saw I wasn't saying anything and assumed I was angry. My wife didn't dare to speak either. Later, I took the initiative to start a conversation. I said it was okay, and they shouldn't feel guilty. I started this, so I don't blame them for anything. I felt relieved and reassured. I told my wife, "Don't go back. Come to our place tonight." My wife didn't object and said we could play cards and gamble. I said okay. Back home, we played cards for a while, then went to our

room to rest. I asked my wife if it was exciting, and she said it was. She said it was the first time she'd ever felt like she was cheating, and knowing it was happening right in front of her felt great. I said okay, that's how life should be—happy and carefree. Later, we chatted for a while, and I said, "Honey, I keep thinking about this lately." My wife understood and went downstairs to give me oral sex. After a while, I said, "Come on, I noticed my wife is more lewd than before, and she's very wet." I said, "Let's call A over?" She didn't speak, just moaned. I went over to call A, who was on the phone. I told him to come over after he finished. I thought about what had happened earlier—it was so exciting! I finished in no time. A still hadn't come over, so I carried my wife to his room. A had just hung up the phone. I said I'd watch you two play for a while. A saw my wife's unsatisfied expression, looked at me, and said, "Let's rest for a bit. We had a fight earlier, and I'm feeling a bit frustrated." I said okay. Nothing happened that night, and we rested.

The next morning, I got up and didn't see my wife. I went outside and saw them doing 69 in the living room. I smiled and joined in. Now A doesn't come home often; he's busy with his wedding, so we don't contact each other very frequently. My wife also wants to clarify things and doesn't want any unpleasantness.

Let me explain our purpose in dating; this is the most important thing. I think we're both good-looking, but to be frank, my wife isn't the stunning beauty you might imagine. She's not ugly, but you won't find her annoying. Even if my wife isn't the most beautiful, she's still a treasure to me. Therefore, single men should naturally respect her and me. Frankly speaking, when we're choosing single men, they also have the right to choose my wife. There's nothing wrong with that; we're essentially opposites. The reason I said we hadn't done it before isn't inappropriate, because this couldn't really be considered a threesome. There are many factors involved. Personally, I think a threesome is a complete release of body and soul, but I don't think it counts with friends. I've made it very clear that I hope the single men who add me are on the same level as my wife and me. How to put it? I resent the rich, and I don't love the poor. I think we can find common ground, both economically and spiritually. Like raising a glass to the moon, making three with our shadows! I'm a very straightforward person. As long as you're suitable for us, and we're suitable for you, I won't let you suffer.

So many single men add me, so I'll just write about some of the weird ones I've encountered. Some single men asked me for airfare and said they'd split the cost of food and lodging! I don't think this is a big deal. To put it bluntly, even if it's just for two days, 5000 yuan is definitely enough to make it high-class. If you don't have it, I can cover it, no problem. But you have to be compatible with my terms, right? You can't even communicate clearly before trying to negotiate with me? Are you just bored? Some single guys seem to be getting along well, but once they send photos, it's over. I can't blame you for that. To each their own! And then there are those you just can't even talk to. No manners, no culture, nothing at all—don't even try your luck with them. Don't expect something for nothing. I'll stop here for now. As for the later parts I've added, if you want to see them, I can write them down. If not, I won't. It's basically just about sex, going in and out, and then ejaculation, that's it!

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