My wife and I had our first threesome.

We met for the first time on Saturday night. Initially, we agreed to share a room without switching partners, but things naturally escalated to the point where
we touched each other's wives, and my wife gave the man oral sex. Although we didn't end up taking turns,
it felt much more exciting and fun than we had anticipated.

Many details are worth remembering.

On the way home, my wife even shamelessly described several times how she gave him oral sex, how
his penis was initially soft, then gradually grew larger, and how he
quickly pulled out after she had licked him so hard he was about to ejaculate.

She even went so far as to comment on whose penis was bigger, mine or the man's. I found it quite amusing.

The next day, both of them were still excited thinking about the previous night's events, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.
It felt like they had shared a sexual adventure unlike any they had ever had before. The following day was also a weekend,
and with nothing to do at home, we used those memories to make love several more times.

The third day was Monday. After I dropped the kids off at school, the man sent me
a bunch of messages on QQ early in the morning. Besides expressing his previous excitement and admiration for my wife, he tentatively asked if we were free
that morning and if we wanted to come over to his place.

I had originally planned to postpone our first real sexual encounter until next week or even later, to
give my wife some time to adjust and recover.

But after he said he really wanted to have sex with my wife, I was tempted again. I wanted to get it over
with quickly complications. After all, my wife had already been ravaged by him before,
so he basically had half of her ass.

However, his house was quite far, and considering we didn't have a car and it was inconvenient to get around, the man quickly suggested
that he come to our house. I quickly refused, saying that he could just drive to a certain subway station to pick us up and we could
have sex in the car at the same place as last time.

I agreed on my own initiative and told my wife, but she strongly resisted. She came up with a bunch of
reasons , such as not being mentally prepared, not wanting to go out during the day, not feeling that way during the day, and it wouldn't be right
to do it behind his wife's back. I tried to persuade her for a long time, but she still didn't agree.

I didn't press her further, and just said I was going out to buy some things. She asked warily, "What are you buying?"

I didn't answer, but she immediately guessed, saying, "You're going to buy condoms, right?"

I honestly admitted it, and surprisingly, she didn't deny it, only adding, "And buy a watermelon and seven
yuan's worth of meat while you're at it."

Then I said we had lunch out with that guy, and she replied that we
still .

It seems that even though she's almost lost her virginity, she still doesn't forget to take care of the housework.

Hearing that, I felt there was a chance. So, I excitedly ran to the nearest supermarket and bought meat,
a watermelon, and the most important item: condoms.

To enhance the other person's experience, I specifically chose the
"air-filled" or "air-thin" condoms that I'd seen heavily advertised in elevator ads lately.

After buying them, I rushed home. My wife hadn't even finished her face mask when she asked me again, "Are you really going?"

I said, "Of course, if it really doesn't work out, we can always meet up for a meal!"

Although I said that, we both knew deep down that if we really took that step, we would definitely do
it.

Since the man wouldn't arrive for a while, I told my wife to take a shower. After she finished, I asked her
if she wanted to wear the dress she wore last time, and she said of course not, she wanted to change into a new one.

I joked, "Then I'll have to buy you lots of expensive dresses from now on."

She said, "Yeah! Yeah!"

Then, after I zipped up her dress, she asked me again, "Doesn't it
feel amazing to hand your wife over to someone else?"

Besides chuckling, I replied, "I love the way you're willing to please men. Otherwise,
if you were only with me, you probably wouldn't bother buying or changing clothes, and you'd just wear pajamas all the time.
Because you have to meet and please other men, I'm fortunate enough to witness your beauty bloom again."

She said, "Don't regret it."

Hearing this, I wondered to myself, would I regret it? Probably not, at least based on my last experience
, novelty and excitement are everything. There's absolutely no regret. If there's any real regret, it
's that I didn't act ten years ago. But perhaps trying ten years ago wouldn't have felt any better;
like fine wine, it needs time to mature.

For so many years, we've remained faithful, honest with each other,
discussing everything about sex and intimate matters, exploring every sexual technique and
adventure . Finally, we felt we had nothing left to explore, nothing left to dig, and realized we ultimately needed a third party to help improve
our sex life and our relationship.

Of course, we could be like most ordinary people, avoiding these risky games and still
be happier and more sexually fulfilled.

But why not try? If we don't try now, maybe ten years from now we
'll still want to try, but by then we'll be old and unattractive, completely losing our appeal to the opposite sex. We won't be able to date, and we
won't be able to get an erection. Perhaps we'll regret it even more then.

A life without taking risks is not a life at all. Rather than regretting it later, it's better to try now. If we do regret it
later , we'll experience it quickly, at least we won't always worry about regretting it years later.

After my wife put on her dress, applied moisturizer and lipstick, and looked at herself in the mirror, admiring and
reveling in her own beauty.

I jokingly asked her, "You're about to be penetrated by another man, how do you feel? Are you
excited?"

She deliberately teased me, saying, "From now on, I'll only be fucked by other men, not by you."

I could tell she was somewhat expectant and excited, though probably more anxious. I
thought to myself, no matter what, I should get this over with as soon as possible.

As we were leaving, she seemed to have discovered some incredible secret, saying, "I know
why did it in broad daylight, you just wanted to film it, didn't you?"

I could only praise her, saying that no one knows a husband better than his wife. That was exactly what I wanted; last time we did it in the car at night, I
could record it with my phone, which was a real shame. I felt this appointment was a major event in our lives, especially...
This was a special occasion for our marital relationship and our sexual journey.
It would be a real shame if we couldn't film our first threesome with our phones.

When we arrived at our agreed meeting place, he picked us up and asked if we had eaten breakfast, if
we were hungry, and if we wanted to go for lunch. I immediately said, "No, thank you. Eating isn't the purpose of our trip."

Then, the two of us men forced a few words, while my wife remained almost completely silent, creating a somewhat somber atmosphere.
Perhaps, as she said, facing this in broad daylight would be more awkward for both of us.

I tried several times to stroke my wife's soft, white thighs, hoping to arouse her, but she firmly pushed me
away each time. After that, the man and I didn't say anything more. Aside from the navigation, everyone in the car
was silent, and the atmosphere was quite awkward.

I thought to myself, regardless of the atmosphere or mood, whether the process was perfect or not, I just hoped the car would reach our destination
quickly and get this over with. After all, there would be many more opportunities in the future; a perfect
threesome could wait until next time.

The car wound its way through the streets and finally arrived at the same spot as last time, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

However, unexpectedly, when we were reversing back to the unfinished intersection from last time, a vigilante
on electric scooter passed by. He stared at our car suspiciously for a few moments, then drove off.

My heart jumped. What if that guy came back and caught us red-handed?
My mind quickly conjured up numerous scenes from those online tales of police catching people having sex in cars. If they
caught it got online, we'd be celebrities.

But then I thought it probably wouldn't come to that. The rule of law in Shenzhen is fairly strong; auxiliary police or volunteer officers
probably wouldn't bother with something like car sex, especially in this blazing midday sun.

After the car stopped and we turned the seats into a bed, my wife asked again, "Are you really going to do it
?"

I said, "Of course."

We'd come this far; could we really give up now? Then I took out my penis and
had her lick it—something she was best at and most familiar with.

During this time, I gestured for the other man to unbutton his shirt as well. After he undressed, I pushed her between his
legs. My wife seemed quite natural at this point, having already gone this far last time.

Of course, I didn't forget to capture the exciting moments she gave him oral sex. Later, I tried a
classic 3P position with two men and one woman on top of each other, but I don't know if it was because the car was too cramped or because I was too nervous
, but I couldn't get in for a long time, and then my penis went limp and wouldn't get hard. I had imagined countless exciting
scenarios and wanted to try all sorts of moves, but was I going to mess it up in the first round?

Eventually, I simply gave up on struggling with my penis and focused on enjoying my wife's oral sex performance.

They were both really into it. My wife's white, soft buttocks were incredibly alluring,
and their panting and moaning made the scene extremely lewd. My penis quickly became erect again.

I didn't even care if my wife was wet enough before I penetrated her. I could feel that she was still a little
dry down there, and I felt a pang of guilt towards her. I knew that she was doing all this mostly
to accommodate me and had suffered a lot.

Fortunately, after a few vigorous thrusts, my wife got aroused, and she quickly
became .

Once we were on the right track, I picked up my phone again and started filming. After all, this was
a scene , and it seemed that the desire to capture these moments was stronger than the desire to make love itself. After filming for a while, I
excused myself, knowing I wasn't the main character; I was just an observer. These early tricks
were just an appetizer for my wife, hoping to ease her discomfort and prepare her for the main course.

Seeing the atmosphere was right, I personally tore open one of the two condoms I carried and handed it to the man.
He seemed a bit confused, as he and my wife had hardly ever used one in all these years, and he didn't even know how to put it on.

After finally managing to put it on, his penis was completely limp. I even gestured for my wife to give him
oral , but she refused with a beautiful, indifferent sideways glance and a completely indifferent stance.

Once the man finished his struggle with his penis and managed to get an erection, he was about to witness the historic
moment . However, it seemed there wasn't much of a psychological shift at the time. He entered my wife's body

without much hesitation , and she didn't react much either. A few seconds later, he began thrusting violently, and my wife started moaning loudly. After a while, she cried out, her voice trembling with tears. I immediately asked her what was wrong, initially thinking she had reached orgasm. Then she said no, she said, "This isn't right, this isn't right. I don't even know his name, and I just had sex with him." I said, "What does it matter? It's fine this way." She then said, her voice trembling with tears, "I won't belong to you alone anymore." I was a little surprised; I thought we had long since abandoned such outdated views. I immediately comforted her, saying, "What's the big deal? Do we still care about those traditional moral values? Who's going to award you a certificate for only ever being with one man? Many men and women have been with different men and women." Seeing her like this, the man got off her. She calmed down a bit, but still argued, "I've held out for so many years." I laughed and told her, "It's time for you to change things up. It's your turn to enjoy this." Then she gestured for me to give her oral sex, probably to see if I was disgusted by her body. Of course, I immediately knelt down without hesitation diligently licked her. After a while, I looked up and kissed her, then used my familiar large penis to comfort her. Sure enough, her emotions quickly stabilized, and she began to enjoy my thrusts again. But I still remembered my mission and withdrew at the right moment. I continued to kneel down and lick her, and then the other man started kissing her too. She was slowly drawn in by the lewd atmosphere and became more and more aroused. So I got up and left, and the other man took over. However, for safety's sake, I made the other man change to a condom, and he faced the awkward situation of not being able to put one on again . He then claimed that he really hadn't used them much. I couldn't help him put one on, and my wife wouldn't help either, so I left...

He was busy there alone, but his wife no longer had a cold, indifferent expression; instead, she seemed to be teasing his
clumsiness , and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

Later, he rallied and entered again. His wife was much more relaxed, and he was indeed as vigorous as ever
. The moans his wife made were much louder than when she was with me before.

I remember that at first, his wife's hands were pushing against his chest, but later they were gripping his
back tightly. During their passionate lovemaking, the man couldn't help but kiss her smooth face and soft lips. His wife also
couldn't help but stick out her pink tongue and actively French kiss him...

Later, we tried some classic positions, but at noon, the temperature inside the car was too high
, and with our vigorous activity, even with the air conditioning on, it was no use; everyone was covered in sweat.

If any outsiders had passed by, they would have seen a car at the end of the road shaking more violently than usual
.

I was worried that going on for too long might cause unnecessary trouble, so I suggested, "Let's call
it a day."

They both readily agreed, and we all got dressed again, returning to our normal, proper selves.

Around lunchtime, the man suddenly had work to attend to and needed to return quickly
(actually, the phone had already called us several times while we were having our fun in the car, but
we were too engrossed to pay attention), so we decided to find a nearby steamed dish restaurant
for a quick meal. After their intimate encounter, their relationship seemed to have grown much closer quickly.

I remember a detail: at the steamed dish restaurant, everyone took their own food. My wife ordered
a bowl of eggplant, tasted it, and thought it was delicious, so she invited him to try some too.

I felt a warmth in my heart at that moment—just like a couple in love! Of course, there was a tiny bit of jealousy;
you 've shared your bodily fluids and saliva, so of course you can be so intimate.

Actually, this was the ultimate effect I was aiming for. I wanted her to rediscover the feeling of being in love,
to start dressing up and pleasing men again. It didn't matter which man she was with, as long as she could experience that wonderful feeling
, that was enough. She might develop feelings for other men, might be attracted to their size and skill, but I
knew she would eventually come back to me, because in this world, there could never be another man who loved
her as much as I did.

After we got home that noon, we couldn't resist doing it again! Then that night, my wife
lay in bed saying she couldn't sleep, thinking about what happened at noon and finding it too exciting, and she started expressing her desire again.

The next morning, my penis was also very aroused, getting hard just thinking about those scenes, almost
bursting out of my pants. After my wife woke up from her nap at noon, she was very sexually aroused again, and we had sex again, and she orgasmed
multiple times.

She did it a total of 6 or 7 times in those two days, and she said her vagina was a little swollen for the past two days.

I joked at the time, "From now on, her sex life won't be described as how many times she did it today,
but rather as how many times she did it with different men today."

She shamelessly replied, "I felt that guy's thrusting frequency was too fast, it
felt . If his penis had been harder, I definitely would have had an
orgasm right there."

Of course, my wife also praised my penis for being big and hard, saying she just
needed .

I said it was a pity he didn't give her an orgasm, and she said no, the overall feeling was still very good, especially afterwards
, every time she calmed down and thought about those scenes, she felt itchy down there and really wanted more.

It seems that threesomes are incredibly potent, unlocking new desires in women.
Before trying it, be prepared for this. Only proceed if you're willing to let your woman experience different kinds of
sex and different levels of sexual urges. After all, once she's tried it, she might not be
content with just you anymore.

I asked her how many men she hoped or expected to sleep with in her lifetime, and she said ten. I
think that's a good number; it fits the "enough" category in Hong Huang's book, "How Many Men Should a Woman Sleep With in Her Lifetime?"

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