The beginning of my threesome with my beloved wife

I don't want others to call me great, nor do I want them to call me noble. I just want to hear my wife say, "Honey, I love you." My wife and I have been married for seven years. People say the seven-year itch is inevitable, and I'm no saint, but I've experienced it too. Thinking back to my carefree childhood, it's truly nostalgic. Although life wasn't as affluent then as it is now, the happiness was no less. It's not that I'm digressing, but my point is: "Happiness originates from the mind, from the body, from the need to be needed, from a kind of thrill born of danger..." Twenty years ago, an ice pop could excite me. Now, even lobster and abalone can't please me. I think many, many people feel the same way. The way of marriage is the same; a monotonous life becomes tasteless, the pressure of life becomes frustrating, and increasing pressure makes it impossible to feel joy. I wonder what else we can pursue? We don't want a negative life; our lives need color. We hope that besides our responsibilities and obligations, we can also pursue some novelty and excitement. Lately, my lovemaking with my wife has noticeably declined, even though we've become quite adventurous in this area, and each new attempt improves the experience. But lately, I haven't been able to elevate those feelings again. After accidentally coming across 3P and swapping, I discovered that I often have these fantasies during sex with my wife. I realized that we might be able to improve our quality of life through this. So, I started thinking about it. Coincidentally, I stumbled upon a website for casual sex (69 Paradise), and it immediately caught my eye. Yes, this is what I'm looking for. I can meet some like-minded people. I spent a few days learning about couples' sex and 3P. The beautiful articles and pictures always excited me. So, whenever I have sex with my wife, I ask her at crucial moments if she needs another person. The answer is always, "No." Whether it's a woman's modesty or not, it's normal. I didn't intend to make it happen so easily, and I really didn't want to. I told my wife that as long as I know and allow it, she can absolutely have relationships with other people. I will only love her more. I told my wife that this is called cuckoldry. I say this to my wife almost every time we have sex. I also showed my wife some beautiful articles and pictures on this topic. Whenever she was engrossed, I would pay special attention to every detail of her. Everyone has desires, and my wife was no exception. This went on for two years. One day at work, my wife agreed. I was overjoyed. So I recharged my 69 Paradise membership and added many single men and couples. After three days of chatting, I hadn't gotten anything. I was a little frustrated when a friend message popped up—Q requested to add me as a friend. That's how we met single man Q. Q and I got along very well; he was very sincere. Every day, I would leave my computer so Q could chat with my wife. My wife accepted Q's sincerity and refinement. So we set a date to meet in L city. We arrived in L city with excitement and nervousness, met Q, and only then did I realize how outstanding he was (in his career). We chatted for a while, booked a five-star hotel, and had a few drinks. We arrived at the room slightly tipsy. My wife said she wanted to shower first, while I told Q, "Today, my wife is your wife too. You should love her the way I love her. Now, I'll give you a chance to scrub her back." Q was extremely excited. Watching Q close the bathroom door, my feelings weren't as complicated as I'd imagined. I didn't think about my wife embracing another man naked; instead, I felt like I could sense her excitement. I lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and watched the smoke trail as I exhaled. I thought to myself, this is the thrill of being in danger. My trust in my wife had reached its peak. I wanted her to experience sexual happiness with a normal man—not to prove my greatness, but because I also enjoyed the thrill. The bathroom door opened, and a woman emerged, like a lotus rising from the clear water, a scene of imperial concubines emerging from their baths. I extinguished my cigarette. I approached my wife, and we shared a deep French kiss. Immediately, a physical reaction arose. Our lips parted, yearning for each other. My wife, just like when we were deeply in love, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my earlobe, saying, "Husband, I love you!" ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ (300,000 words omitted)

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