An unexpected 3P 02

The hotel lobby was quiet and nearly empty. To one side of the reception desk was a lounge area with several sofas. I found a single sofa, sat down, pulled out my phone, and started scrolling aimlessly, my heart pounding as I waited for Mr. W's message.

Next to the lounge was a meeting room; some kind of event was being held that day. A large banner hung at the entrance, and groups of two or three women were constantly going in and out.

I figured no one would notice me. My wife was naked upstairs in the hotel, making love with her lover, while I, bundled up, was downstairs in the lobby, anxiously waiting for the signal to go up. The scene seemed a little incongruous, but wasn't this what I had always longed for?

What were my wife and Mr. W doing? I didn't know. But I knew I was about to see my wife having sex with another man. I had indescribable feelings—three parts longing, seven parts unease.

My wife and Mr. W met for the second time, about a month after their first meeting. Mr. W said he wanted to reciprocate by inviting us over. I told my wife, and she said, "Sure, let's go." Seeing that my wife didn't object, I thought things should be looking up.

During dinner, W and I did most of the conversation, with W occasionally telling my wife about funny things that happened on their trip. That day, my wife's T-shirt had a low neckline, and when she looked down to eat, Mr. W, sitting opposite her, could clearly see her cleavage. My wife, however, didn't seem to care.

While my wife went to the restroom, Mr. W said to me, "Your wife's breasts are really big."

I said, "Want to touch them, Brother W?"

Mr. W said, "Don't get angry if I

do." I said, "As long as my wife doesn't get angry, it's fine."

After dinner, Mr. W suggested we relax with a massage.

My wife asked, "Is it a legitimate one?"

Mr. W laughed and said, "Of course it's legitimate. Does your wife want to go to an illegitimate one?"

The three of us laughed and left the restaurant. I got into Mr. W's car, and he drove to a foot massage parlor on a street corner. The parlor was large, and as soon as Mr. W entered, he asked for a triple room, acting as if he knew the place well.

During the massage, Mr. W and I were the masseuses, while the male masseur was massaging my wife. Mr. W joked that it was a good team effort, making the work easier. Mr.

W occasionally told jokes to the masseur, while my wife kept her eyes closed and didn't say much.

After the massage, the masseur left, saying we could rest.

Mr. W asked my wife how it felt. My wife said, "It's alright."

I said to my wife, "Haven't you been complaining about shoulder pain lately? Why don't you let Brother W give you a massage? He's a massage expert."

Mr. W said, "I wouldn't call myself an expert, but I learned some when I was younger. I can let my wife try it and see if it's comfortable."

Before my wife could reply, W sat down on the edge of my wife's bed and asked, "Which side hurts?"

My wife said, "The right side."

W said, "It's not good to massage while sitting down." Saying that, he climbed onto my wife's bed, straddled her buttocks, and started massaging her.

My wife let out a soft "Ah."

W asked, "Does it hurt? Did I use too much force?"

My wife said, "It's okay."

At that moment, I was thinking how exciting it would be if we massaged her naked. Would W find an excuse to take off his wife's clothes and massage her?

After a while, W asked his wife how it felt. She said, "It's quite comfortable, that's enough."

W got off her. I said, "Let's change our clothes and go."

My wife went into the bathroom to change, and W and I changed outside.

When she came out, W said, "Sister-in-law, you have such a great figure, how much do you weigh?"

My wife said, "Don't you know you shouldn't ask a woman's age or weight?"

W laughed and said, "No, we can weigh her."

My wife looked around the room and asked, "Where's the electronic scale?"

Suddenly, W walked over and grabbed my wife from behind. My wife screamed, "No!"

Afraid of being embarrassed by those outside, I quickly signaled W to let go.

After W released her, I hugged my wife, but she pushed me away, sat on the bed, and glared at me.

I said awkwardly, "Brother W, your hug scared her a little."

W said, "Sister-in-law has a great figure, at most 90 pounds."

My wife straightened her clothes and asked me if we were going home.

I said, "Okay, let's go home."

My second meeting with Mr. W ended in this awkward atmosphere.

Later, I asked my wife, "Were you angry?"

She said, "Not really angry, just completely unprepared. Were you startled when someone suddenly picked you up?"

I said, "Of course." But Mr. W really likes you; he said you have a good personality and a good figure.

My wife said, "None of you men are good people. You say nice things, but you just want to sleep with women."

The next day, I asked Mr. W if this surprise attack was a bit too hasty.

Mr. W said, "It was just a test. As long as she didn't delete or block me, it meant everything was fine."

Sure enough, my wife didn't delete Mr. W. They chatted normally afterward. I felt this should work out.

Looking back now, Mr. W had enough patience, but he also actively pushed things forward, always maintaining the right balance. His third meeting with my wife involved dinner and a walk in the park. In the shade, Mr. W and my wife hugged and kissed a few times. Mr. W touched my wife's buttocks and breasts through her clothes, but didn't go any further before taking her home.

My wife's fourth meeting with Mr. W was to get her hair done, conveniently located not far from his office. Mr. W treated her to lunch and then dropped her off at her hair salon.

Actually, my wife enjoyed the experience, feeling like a pampered young girl. After their fourth meeting, I asked my wife if Mr. W would invite her to a hotel. She said she didn't know.

But I knew she had already accepted Mr. W; sleeping together was just a matter of time.

My phone vibrated, pulling me back to reality; it was a colleague calling. After dealing with the issue and hanging up, I saw it was already 6 pm. Mr. W still hadn't texted, and I didn't know how long I'd been waiting.

I left the hotel and bought a few drinks at a nearby supermarket. I thought, carrying these upstairs wouldn't seem strange to the hotel staff.

While paying at the supermarket, my phone suddenly popped up with a message from Mr. W: just two words—"Come up."

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