Last weekend, I had a threesome with the single guy I'd been chatting with for a year. (Part 7)

Having just experienced a high-quality threesome, we originally planned to take advantage of my wife's good mood these past few days and have another one around International Women's Day. After posting in the dating section, many people contacted us, but after calming down, we decided against it. The high quality of this event was due to extensive preparation and emotional build-up beforehand; rushing things might ruin the wonderful mood my wife had worked so hard to cultivate. My wife's point is that she'd rather have nothing than something bad, not just a simple release of desire like an animal, but a resonance between body and emotion. Do you guys in this forum think she makes sense?
Continuing from the previous post, after knocking on the door when we got home, my wife finally opened it after a while. She was wearing her usual casual clothes, without any deliberate dressing up. It turned out she was tidying up the room and cleaning. Before my wife even saw Xiao Zhou behind me, he quickly greeted her as "Hello, sister-in-law." My wife glanced at him, and her face immediately turned red. I chuckled and led him into the room, telling him to make himself at home. My wife, without saying a word, went to get two cups, put tea leaves in them, and made a cup of hot tea for each of us. The single man, Xiao Zhou, asked me what our Wi-Fi password was. I honestly didn't know, so I told him to ask my wife. He whispered that he was a little embarrassed to talk to her in person. I said, "Could you be a little more honest? If you're so embarrassed, how will you continue?" He said he was nervous. I told him to relax and that it would be easier to start a conversation. He nodded and called her "sister-in-law." My wife didn't respond. I called her twice more, and she came over from the kitchen. She didn't say anything, her face was flushed, and she was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. I had to smooth things over by saying that Xiao Zhou was asking for your Wi-Fi password. She said "oh," and reached out to ask him for her phone. He quickly unlocked it and handed it to my wife. It was the first time their hands had touched, and both of them were very awkward. It seemed that neither of them was comfortable. I was the only one who was relatively normal.
After playing on his phone for a while, he heard his wife cooking. He quickly put down his phone and said, "How could I let my sister-in-law work like this? I'll sit here and play on my phone. I need to go help out so you can taste my cooking ." I didn't go over to disturb them, giving them some space to cook. I could hear them cooking and chatting, their conversation growing louder and louder, sometimes even punctuated by laughter
. Once the food was ready, they ate together, chatting as they ate. The two of them drank about 7 or 8 ounces of baijiu (Chinese liquor). My wife, who doesn't drink much, only had a glass of red wine with us. With my encouragement, they quickly opened up, talking about everything from his work, life, and love life to the big and small things in our family. They chatted quite congenially. After eating, they cleaned the table together and went to wash up, leaving me out of the conversation. After washing up, he called his wife over. He opened his suitcase and took out the clothes he had bought for her before she left. He asked his wife to try on the clothes to see if they fit. She said they fit perfectly, and she liked the style and color, but they were too expensive, and that he had spent too much. He replied, "Don't mention it. As long as I see you happy, I'm happy too." He looked at his wife affectionately as he spoke, and this time she didn't avoid his gaze. Then he took out two boxes of donkey-hide gelatin (he had casually mentioned in a previous conversation that his wife was a little anemic).
He instructed her on how to use it and the dosage, and made a list, saying he had looked it up online, that these foods could replenish qi and blood. His wife got a little excited and said that he had only been working for a short time, so why was he spending so much money? She shouldn't spend money like that anymore. He seized the opportunity to continue his affectionate advances, saying that he felt happy spending money on the person he loved, and that since he met her, he had been lovesick. Every day, while eating, at work, or even while sleeping, he would think about what she was doing, whether her work was going well, and whether she was happy. He checked her social media every day to see if she had any updates or messages. In his eyes, she was the most charming person in the world. This guy was better off not saying anything, but once he started talking, he got more and more excited and his words became increasingly cheesy. I almost laughed.
My wife was already a bit shy and reserved, and his constant declarations of love, showering her with compliments and cheesy sweet talk made her very embarrassed. She was both angry and anxious, and started whining at me, "Honey, why are you still laughing? Listen to what he's saying! I'm not talking to you anymore!" She then ran into the bedroom and locked the door. The sudden situation startled him. He said, "Brother, what do I do? What do I do now? My wife is angry with me!" I said, "It's okay, listen to me. Don't let her current reserve fool you; once I get her there, she won't be so stubborn!" He quickly added, "Brother, please don't be rude to my wife. I'd rather fail this time than have anything happen to her against her will!" I told him to go for a walk on the street first, and I'd text him back after I'd coaxed her back. He said he'd be fine and would follow my brother's arrangements.
When he went out, I pretended to take him to his hotel in a taxi. After he left, he said, "Brother, you go back first. I'll just wander around here. No rush." I went back and knocked on the bedroom door. My wife opened the door and asked, "Why did you really see him off?" I was stunned. I said, "He just said a few heartfelt words to you and you got angry? Why is he still here?" She said, "I'm not angry! He's just shy." I didn't argue with her anymore and pushed her to take a shower together. While we were showering, she said, "Isn't this bad for him?" I pretended to be angry and ignored her. Then she said, "Or what?" I said, "Or what?" She didn't say it aloud, but I understood. I thought I'd wait a bit longer before notifying him, to avoid them feeling awkward. I wanted to get things going first, and once it was burning brightly, everything would be more stable.
So I came out of the bathroom, dried myself off, and had my wife change into the lingerie Xiao Zhou had given me. We kissed and went to bed. After a while, I sent him a virtual message, and sure enough, he replied with two words: "Coming soon." I waited a little longer and told my wife I felt a little needing to pee, worried it might delay things. I asked her to come back after I finished and washed my penis so she could give me oral sex. Then I quickly left the bedroom, opened the door to let him in, and gently closed it again. I whispered to him to take off his clothes and go to the bathroom to shower, saying I'd go arouse her first. After she finished, we'd go into the bedroom and start. I specifically instructed him to take it slow, following the steps I'd explained in our previous conversations, and that she preferred gentle touches, not vigorous ones. He said, "Don't worry, brother." I'll treat her well and won't let her feel uncomfortable at all. Just watch my performance. After giving these instructions, I went inside. Of course, I didn't close the bedroom door completely.
As soon as I entered, my wife pulled me down onto the bed. She then pulled me down onto the bed, and I felt a sudden surge of pleasure. She was so gentle and attentive, so gentle and attentive, that she was completely at ease. She was ... The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification. The swan hangs low, the python's hole is surrounded by earthworms, and the rice is far away. The page is filled with lemons, and the hole is filled with pans. The swans pry open the thumbs, and the swords are drawn. The swans are shrouded in mist, and the swans are shrouded in mist ...

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