Yesterday, my wife and I went out for three—our not-so-open, open marriage.

Before I knew it, I was middle-aged. My energy was waning, the pressure was mounting—family, elderly parents, mortgage. The pandemic had further impacted my job stability. My wife was busy with housework and various household chores. I was busy with work, with little housework and very little time to relax alone. Fortunately, my parents were in excellent health and could help us a lot.
Under these burdens, sex became a suppressed desire. I've cut off contact with all the girls I used to date, and I haven't seen any of the couples I used to be close to. My wife has no lovers, and I haven't contacted any of the men I used to date. Our sex life is also becoming less frequent.

I have a cuckold fetish, but my wife isn't a promiscuous woman. She loves having sex with me the most. She might have sex with other men to experience different kinds of sex, but there's definitely an element of it for me.
Over the years, the daily grind of life has gradually worn us down, and we've started arguing from time to time, even becoming incompatible, and occasionally having cold wars. Our love seems to have faded, and consequently, my cuckold fetish has also begun to diminish. For the past two months or so, we've encountered some troubles at home. Aside from work, we've had almost no time for anything else, as my partner and I have been busy dealing with these headaches. Until last week, although the problems weren't solved, at least we saw some progress.

We've been on edge for days. The night before last, neither of us could sleep, so we chatted for a while about our relationship, our family situations, our future, and so on. As we talked, I entered her, moving slowly as we talked. I maintained my erection, while she maintained a state of mild pleasure without reaching orgasm. Finally, I told her that the more stressed we are, the more we need to make love to relax. I started thrusting quickly, and she began to moan softly, holding me tightly. Afraid of embarrassing our parents, I didn't dare to thrust too hard; she only dared to cover her head with a pillow and groan softly. After I finished, I said, "Let's do a threesome again?" She whispered, "I'll do whatever you say."

The next day was Saturday, so I contacted a single man I had talked to before, whom I thought was reliable—let's call him Q. He's under thirty, highly educated, and still single. We hit it off really well, but my wife wasn't interested before, so we had to call off the meeting. He said he was free on Sunday, so I immediately called my wife and we met up. My wife is a slow starter. Before, every time we had a threesome, we had to meet the other person several times before she'd open up and get into the swing of things. That kind of process is too much of a luxury for us now. I suggested to my wife that we meet in the morning, and if she likes him, we could do it in the afternoon. My wife neither agreed nor refused. That night, after my parents went to sleep, my wife and I discussed what clothes to wear on Sunday, what underwear to wear, and what to remember to bring (condoms, pajamas, change of underwear, etc.). We got excited during the discussion, and it was another high-quality encounter.

The third day was yesterday, Sunday. I had a little trick up my sleeve and changed the meeting place from a teahouse to a hotel room, but I told Q that my wife is slow to warm up, and if she didn't agree, I couldn't touch her. Q isn't my wife's type in terms of appearance, but we had an exceptionally smooth conversation. They had many similar experiences. Later, we talked about our previous sexual experiences. I slipped my hand under my wife's shirt, and she turned to kiss me. Q didn't miss the opportunity, reaching for her other breast with his other hand, while his other hand discovered the thong she was wearing under her skirt. What followed was natural: brushing teeth, showering, lathering each other with shower gel, wrapping ourselves in towels, and going to bed at 11 a.m.
In my arms, my wife always gets wet quickly. Q's penis is larger than mine; he wore a condom, and my wife was on top of me. This time it went too fast. Although her clitoris was already wet, she wasn't fully open yet; I could feel her tension. Q hadn't had a threesome in a long time, and the first time wasn't long; he ejaculated immediately from behind. I mounted her, and my wife began to get aroused beneath me, her face flushed, her eyes becoming hazy. Seeing my wife's wanton appearance, Q's penis became hard. I gave my wife to him, sitting behind her, enjoying my husband's perspective.
After trying several positions, Q ejaculated three times, and I ejaculated once. My wife's belly and breasts were flushed. It was already 1 p.m.
We got dressed and went out for lunch. I suggested she go braless, but she refused.
At the table, my wife looked more and more beautiful. The flush had faded, making her appear even more radiant, young, and lovely. Who would have thought this lovely young woman had just been so wanton?
After lunch, we returned to the hotel. At 2 p.m., my wife was tired and wanted to sleep. The three of us slept together, my wife in the middle. She kept turning over. I couldn't sleep, my mind racing, and I got harder and harder. I pulled down her thong and found it was still wet. I easily penetrated her and gently thrust in and out. My wife was half asleep, and Q lifted the covers and started kissing her breasts. I then gave my wife to Q. It was 3 p.m.
We tried various positions, but I won't go into details. I tried double penetration, but failed.
After Q ejaculated for the fourth time, I continued to work on my wife. I asked her to try to give Q oral sex, but it didn't work; after all, it had been four times in one day. My wife had never been so resilient or enjoyed sex so purely before. I had her wear a mask, pulled her to the French windows, and we played with exposure there during our final passionate moment. It was 4:30 PM.

We'd spent three and a half hours of the day in a group activity, with me taking up about two-thirds and Q about one-third. My wife told me that Q was very thick and felt full, but she still experienced greater pleasure from my quick, powerful thrusts. When we got home, my wife's labia were a little engorged, but aside from being tired, she had no other discomfort. I reckon she could handle another person without any problem.
Sex is a necessity of life. Threesomes are a necessary embellishment to create high-quality sex. I hope for increasingly blissful sex in the future. In the future, I still hope to meet couples or single men of good character and integrity, to interact with them as friends, and to have enjoyable experiences and happy outcomes for everyone.

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