My wife whom I've trained (seeking a single man) Part 2...

I just wrote a little something at noon, mostly rambling and not really getting to the point or anything that might interest you. Let's get back to my wife.

Actually, it was my wife who brought up the topic of threesomes. Around July 2013, one night we were lying in bed watching some porn. Halfway through, I don't know if it was her intention or just a joke, she said she wanted to find another guy to have sex with. I was a bit stunned by that. All my previous cuckoldry concepts vanished. I wonder if any of you have felt this way. For example, if you want to have a threesome, but your wife isn't willing, you'll want it even more. But if she suddenly becomes very proactive, you become quite worried. I absolutely acknowledge and agree that my wife is a bit promiscuous. At the time, we weren't involved in the 69 scene, mainly for safety reasons. I interrupted by saying it wasn't safe and told her not to overthink it, which stopped the conversation. Afterwards, she said it was just a joke, why take it so seriously? Who do you think I am? Someone who can just sleep with anyone? I didn't say anything. But

I'm digressing here because I want to clarify something. This also lets single men know the purpose of my wife and I dating, and my wife's needs. To put it bluntly, my wife is very sexy, but only during sex with me, because I'm the one who trained her. But then again, even the most skilled training needs that inherent sexiness to work in.

My wife is very picky about the looks of single men. It's not that we're not flexible, but even the most lenient needs have its limits, right? We can't just settle for anything. I don't expect her to completely meet all her requirements, but at least he should be presentable. My wife has some fetishes during sex. Her feet and legs are the most sensitive areas. If you kiss (lick) from top to bottom, it's not as fast as kissing (lick) from bottom to top. My wife likes people to lick her feet, but I don't have that fetish and find it uncomfortable because I have a slight case of mysophobia. Speaking of which, let me tell you a little story. My friend A didn't get much out of a hot spring, but he has a particular fondness for my wife's legs. Once, A came back from Shanghai and brought some things to my house. Since we didn't know he was coming, we didn't prepare anything. I was home alone when he arrived. We chatted briefly, and he asked, "Where's your wife?" I said she had a business dinner tonight and hadn't come home yet. I said I'd call and ask, but he told me not to, and we should talk. He asked, "Were you jealous last time?" I said I was definitely a little jealous, but it was quite exciting, even though I didn't see anything. She thought I was the one who licked her, saying I was good at oral sex and she'd never noticed before. After chatting for a while, I said, "How about this, I'll call and ask if she's coming home." I called my wife, and when she answered, she said she was about to ask me to pick her up. She said she couldn't drink anymore, or she'd be in trouble, and besides, all those leaders tonight were lecherous, and she was wearing a long dress and stockings that day. I said, "Okay, A's at our place. I'll have her sit for a bit, and I'll take a taxi to pick you up." She said okay. After hanging up, I told A, "Come downstairs with me. Go buy a case of beer. I'll give you my house key. Come up by yourself later, and I'll go pick her up."

After we left the complex, he went to buy beer and snacks, and I went to pick up my wife. Before I went, I was thinking about what gift to buy her. I took a taxi to a florist and bought a bouquet of blue roses before picking her up. When I picked her up, she was very happy to see the flowers. Many women can't resist a small gift as a reward, so I just said that. She asked me what day it was and why I sent flowers. I said, "You've worked hard, so I just remembered and bought you some." She happily came home with me.

When we got home, A was watching TV and drinking beer. He was excited to see my wife come home, and my wife was also happy because he was my childhood friend. But their motives were different. My wife was happy that my good buddy had come to visit, treating him like a guest. A, on the other hand, wanted to sleep with my wife. After we sat down, I said, "Why don't you go change your dress? You smell strongly of smoke and alcohol." When she went into the bedroom, I followed her in. I swallowed the words I wanted to say. I really wanted to say, "Why don't you join us, A?" but I didn't dare. I just said, "Let's play a game later, whatever you say." My wife said she didn't want to play; she was going to take a shower and go to bed, leaving me to be with A. Seeing this, I got anxious too. I told my wife that A wanted to sleep with me, and she was very surprised, almost yelling at me. Sensing something was wrong, I left the bedroom.

After leaving, I told A, "It's hopeless." I directly told her you were sleeping with her, and she almost exploded, so I left. A while later, the bedroom door opened, and I didn't dare look at her. She went to the bathroom to wash up. I heard the sound of her showering. A said, "Your wife seemed really angry when she came out just now; she didn't even look at me before going to the bathroom." I said, "That's it, we're definitely going to argue tonight." A said if things didn't work out, he'd leave, and I guess my wife wouldn't welcome him anymore. I said, "It's okay, sit down, I'll explain to her slowly tonight." We chatted and drank. A works in finance and is currently a secretary for the boss of a private equity firm in Shanghai. After
a while, my wife called me, asking me to bring in a towel. I said, "Aren't there towels inside? Why bring one?" because I was afraid to go in; it would be really embarrassing if we started arguing. She insisted I come in. Once I was inside, she said, "I'll pretend I didn't hear anything you said. If you bring it up again, we're done. Don't say anything more." She asked if A had initiated the conversation, and I said yes. My wife then said, "We'll see later. I don't like A. His type always makes me uncomfortable, and I have no sexual desire for him." I said, "Okay, whatever. If it works, great; if not, forget it. I won't force it." I told her to go to the bedroom and change into a short skirt and some stockings. I came out of the bathroom first and told A it was hopeless, we'd see later. We'd play a game later, and if she seemed excited, we'd play "Angels and Demons," the oldest and most clichéd game. Everyone knows how many men have benefited from "Angels and Demons." My wife

came out of the bathroom and went into the bedroom. A while later, she indeed came out wearing a short skirt and stockings, but she hadn't changed the stockings; she was still wearing the same ones she'd worn during the day. Seeing her blushing face, she seemed a little embarrassed. A's eyes were practically glued to her. I started a conversation by suggesting we play a game. We had dice at home (the text abruptly shifts to a seemingly unrelated anecdote about dice games). In less than an hour, a case of beer was gone (a nickname for a woman). I made an excuse to go out and buy some more beer, and they sat down for a while. My wife didn't want to come with me, so I said, "You talk to A for a bit, I'll be right back." She rolled her eyes at me a few times, and her face turned even redder. I don't know if it was shyness or the effect of the alcohol.

After leaving the house, I sat in the community garden and smoked a few cigarettes. The property prices in this community were quite high back then, and I really liked the landscaping; it was truly excellent. While smoking, I was actually quite unsettled. To be honest, I was also a little scared. What if something really happened? I might not be able to accept it. After all, thinking and doing are two different things. My phone hadn't rung, which meant she didn't need me to rush back. I gave them some time, walked around the community, and felt it was about time to buy some beer. I went to the convenience store, bought some beer, and went home. I bought a small bottle of Yanjing beer this time, instead of the short ones I'd bought before. When I got to my door, I was quite nervous, unsure whether to go in. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle what I saw. I stood at the door for a while, then opened it and went in. My wife angrily said, "Did you crawl there? You should have crawled back long ago!" I said no, the convenience store near the entrance was closed, so I went to the one further away to buy it. The other convenience stores didn't have the Yanjing beer I wanted. She rolled her eyes at me. A said he was going to the restroom, and I quickly asked my wife, "What happened?" I was actually quite excited. My wife said nothing happened, we just chatted for a while. When A came out, we continued drinking and playing games. We drank about half a case, which is about six bottles. My wife went to the restroom, and I quickly asked A why he hadn't taken the initiative earlier. A said he didn't have a chance; his wife looked at him like he was a thief. When I sat down next to her, she walked away. I said, "Let's keep playing." Later, I suggested playing "Angels and Demons," because the dice game was making me sleepy. My wife noticed my thoughts and pinched me. I didn't care, we just played. A and I lost the first round, and my wife was overjoyed. She was definitely looking for revenge on A and me. She made us kiss, and there had to be a picture of our tongues entwined, and she wanted to take a picture. Little did she know that A and I have been gay for years. We kissed, and quite enthusiastically at that. My wife was disgusted, and actually, we were disgusted too. As the saying goes, you can't catch a wolf without risking your cub. A and I lost the second round again, and she still made us kiss. I was completely devastated, feeling nauseous, but I had no choice but to comply. My wife and I lost the third round, and A didn't really mess with us much, just made us drink from a shared cup, but the cup was a huge tempered glass. My wife and I lost the fourth round again, and A made my wife drink three cups in a row from the big cup. I drank one for my wife. This beer goes down fast, and it's the easiest way to get drunk. My wife said it was halftime, burped, and after a few minutes of rest, we started the fifth round. A and my wife lost, and I was so happy and excited when I won. Thinking about it now, it was so damn exciting. I told my wife that this time I was going to beat A to a pulp. I told A to lick my wife's feet, wearing stockings. My wife said no because the stockings were worn during the day and smelled of sweat. I said no, a bet is a bet. Actually, my wife was scared because her sensitive areas are the most sensitive. A really wanted to lick them, but my wife wouldn't let him. I said that if he didn't lick them, we wouldn't play anymore, that was too unfair. Finally, my wife couldn't resist me and stretched out her legs for A to lick. I'd never seen a man lick a woman's feet before, especially not right in front of me, and it was my buddy licking my wife's feet! After one lick, my wife said that was enough, but I said no, she had to lick for 10 minutes. My wife was so ticklish and wanted to laugh. At that moment, I put my mouth to her lips, and she hurriedly pulled away. I forced a French kiss, and A moved his lips upwards while licking, almost reaching her inner thigh, her last line of defense. My wife struggled fiercely before I let go, because I was afraid she'd get angry. It ended badly. After A moved away, my wife went to the bathroom, saying it felt amazing. When my wife came out of the bathroom, her face flushed, she told him to leave, saying it was getting late and she needed to rest because she had to get up early for work the next day. A left reluctantly.

After A left, my wife very strongly insisted on taking my penis out and sucking it without even washing it. After getting hard, she immediately sat on top of me. She said she almost lost control. We did it twice that night, and each time my wife had about 3-5 orgasms. Since then, my wife is more willing to participate in threesomes, but she doesn't want to do it with her friends; she feels it's safer with strangers.

To all my single boyfriends, I've written so much and in great detail; I'll write the rest another day. I just want to make it clear that if you're our guy, you'll definitely have an amazing time. Please don't add us if you're not good-looking, and please don't bother me if you're rude. And to the older guys, sorry, please don't add me either.

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