The first three were finally achieved; it couldn't be more successful!

The process was quite explicit and exciting, but those expecting explicit content might be disappointed; words can't adequately describe the feeling, so don't get your hopes up. I mainly want to share my thought process.

Although I'd been planning this for a year, I didn't force it. The first time happened naturally, and the process was successful. Looking back, the emotional rollercoaster was more interesting than the actual act.
Last year, after openly discussing it with my wife, she didn't agree because she was too busy changing jobs and for various other reasons, and didn't have time to guide me further. But I know I planted a seed in her heart, and the more I left it alone, the more it would grow into a towering tree. No matter how much she later denied that I was guiding her, I believe I can only show her the world, and the decision-making power has always been in her hands. And it's precisely this quality that I admire in her—a woman with a tomboyish personality, capable of both emotion and reason, who can be described as neither bound by tradition nor losing her way. She's the kind of person who's imaginative and has strong opinions. She won't compromise herself for me if she doesn't accept something, so naturally, I can't force her; I can only communicate sincerely. Until a few days ago, my wife seemed to be in heat, wanting all sorts of things. We had several rounds, and she noticed that I got quite excited when I brought up these topics, and our sex life became more harmonious; she even ejaculated. So I brought up this desire again, saying that we're not young anymore, and if we don't go wild now, we might really be too old. Maybe it's because of work pressure and other factors, but I think my wife is genuinely wavering and wants to do it. I said that if we don't act now, it'll be hard to find someone to have sex with when we're over forty. As long as we control ourselves and don't go too far, how many more times can Pandora's box be opened? What's there to be afraid of? So I mentioned a friend I met on this forum, someone I've been chatting with for over a year, and we talk about everything from family to women—we're quite familiar with each other. I said I could totally trust him, and that he's in great shape. Since we're going out together, it's all about practicality, right? My wife was tempted. Although she kept saying no, calling me a pervert, asking if I really wanted to, how could I have fallen so low, what if I got addicted, what if it wasn't safe, what if it wasn't healthy, I understood the underlying meaning of my wife's words. The fact that these questions arose meant she was already thinking about taking action.
So I immediately contacted a friend, but didn't specify when. The next day, my wife was incredibly aroused. She couldn't concentrate at work and kept chatting with me, saying I was annoying and had led her astray. I said we could meet up next month during her heat, to take it easy first. But she asked what to do these next few days, her desire was ignited. I said we could meet today, and then she said no again, saying how annoying. We went through a tug-of-war for a long time. I finally understood—this was a woman's game of push and pull. My wife had figured it out, but she had to consider her own beliefs and other concerns, so she inevitably appeared hesitant. Actually, she had made up her mind to try it, but women's beliefs are different from men's. So, I had to play the bad guy. So I simply made plans with my friends to start tomorrow. I figured I'd go for it and not let it affect my work. Then, when I told my wife, she inevitably started to grumble. But then she kept asking, "Where's the hotel? Is he safe? Does he have a medical report? Can I back out?" Haha, at that moment, women are like little kids tempted to do something naughty, like they're trying to eat forbidden fruit. I found it really funny. I reassured her to relax, that it was just for fun, and that I could handle the rest.
The night before, I was so excited I didn't sleep well. Before bed, my wife kept asking, "What should I wear tomorrow? A cheongsam or a dress? Should I make it a little seductive?" Then she'd ask, "Can I back out? Go to sleep!" I can't describe her inner thoughts. I just found my wife really funny. She was probably nervous, wanting to try something exciting, but also worried about the consequences. But she'd already decided to go for it, and she'd already confided in her husband, who had given her a lot of reassurance. Of course, besides being excited, I was also a little nervous, but I wasn't afraid of the consequences. I think that when two people can decide to do something naughty together, it's a new level, a feeling of entering a new relationship, like going to our wedding night together tomorrow.
This morning, we were talking about all sorts of hesitations, but my wife would occasionally say things like, "How are we going to start? Don't you go first," etc. It seems she's already completely accepted it, which I think is better, since respect comes first. We went to the hotel first, and I did some scouting, figuring out how to get my friends up safely. Making sure everything was safe would make my wife feel more relaxed. My wife was incredibly nervous in the room, hiding under the covers, too shy to show her face. I suggested that to ease her tension, we could just touch each other to make penetration easier, but she said that was too awful, too perverted, no way. So, we'll just improvise then. When my friend arrived, I told him to shower first and not come over. I went to tease my wife. I had a feeling I'd be incredibly excited beforehand, but actually, I was quite calm when we got there. I believe sex is a beautiful thing and there's no need for pressure. However, my wife was probably still a bit nervous because of the unfamiliarity. When my friend finished showering, he rushed over and startled her. Luckily, we had seen photos before, so I had her touch her genitals and cover her face with the blanket to ease her tension. I kissed her first, since it's her heat period these days, and being naked together makes it easier to let down her guard. My wife quickly got into the mood, and as I know her, she's the kind of person who either doesn't like it or does, and when she does, she goes all out. At this point, she actually started teasing me, saying, "Don't go first, let your little husband go first today." That instantly relaxed us both. But my friend was so nervous he couldn't get an erection, so I did it for a while. My friend was touching and kissing me, and even though we hadn't actually penetrated, it got me really excited. I didn't want to ejaculate for a long time. This process is something you can only experience, not describe. Although I wasn't very intense, the three of us were doing it together. This scene I'd been dreaming of was really tempting. It was like something out of a porn movie, and it actually happened! It was so wonderful. And my wife wasn't shy at all when she was on the battlefield. She even teased me, which made me feel relaxed. So I didn't want to ejaculate. I thought I'd let my friend relax first and leave the two of them to relax. After all, it's only a real threesome if he gets to actually do it. So I went to the balcony to eavesdrop. Actually, listening to my wife's moans was even more exciting than watching her moan. That's what they call the power of imagination. My dick stayed hard the whole time. Sure enough, after I withdrew for a while, my friend relaxed. I heard my wife make a low moan, which meant she had entered me. The real battle began. The sounds of slapping and thrusting filled the air, and my bones felt like they were melting. I was thinking that my wife must be feeling incredibly excited right now. Another man's penis was inside her, right next to her husband. It must be incredibly perverted and thrilling.
Although the imagined stimulation was really enjoyable, at this moment I craved more direct stimulation, so I climbed into bed and saw my friend's penis slapping against my wife's butt. It was so small and couldn't get up before, but now it was huge! His erection index was definitely good. To be honest, no matter how good the writing is, it's indescribable. Writing dirty jokes wouldn't be interesting; that feeling of reaching the heavens can only be understood intuitively. It wasn't as taboo as I'd imagined; it was just normal sexual intercourse. The key is to have the right mindset and let down your guard, and you can achieve an overwhelming sense of pleasure. My wife probably felt the same way. After my friend's rounds of sex, I had my rounds too. Although I didn't ejaculate, I think I completely overcame my psychological barriers. Physical familiarity accelerates mutual understanding. During the brief rest, my wife used her playful teasing to further advance the process. She kept praising her little husband, pinching this and that, saying that her little husband's oral skills were good, better than mine, and so on. She even asked her little husband to hug her but wouldn't let me, trying to make me jealous, haha. But jealousy is the biggest aphrodisiac for me! I said, "How did you get into the mood so quickly? You're definitely a woman. Penis is the fastest way to get into the mood." After that, we started taking turns. Because my wife was relaxed and excited by the new man, she squirted several times during my penetration. It seems that ever since she squirted at home last time, she squirted whenever there was enough stimulation. It was incredibly pleasurable. Don't tell me my friends have never seen my amazing wife before; I just saw her too! Of course, any woman who overcomes her psychological barriers would be incredibly excited in this situation. At this point, I wasn't really a husband; it was just two men serving one woman. The woman would get immense psychological satisfaction. And my ejaculation in the middle was a level I had never experienced before in my life. It was a feeling of wanting to melt my penis into my wife's body. I haven't been this excited in many years. From 10 a.m. to 3 p.m., we worked on and off, and my wife was exhausted and couldn't sleep. I felt sorry for her because I thought her genitals must be swollen, so I wanted her to sleep for a while. But my mischievous wife complained that I wasn't jealous and kept asking her little husband to hug her, not to leave, and to touch her. I thought if she kept trying to annoy me, I would really get jealous. What husband at this age doesn't really have any novelty with his wife at home? Why is she trying to annoy me? Although the three of them sweated profusely throughout the room, from the perspective of a long marriage, this was ultimately a heartfelt experience for both of them. Maybe there will be a next time, maybe not, but I think there definitely will be, haha. I'll just make sure my darling wife doesn't get lost in it. Loving someone means wanting them to experience the ultimate pleasure, just like I do. Maybe I'm not really the type to be cuckolded; I genuinely just want to share the passion, so I'm not jealous of the pure sex but a little jealous of the intimacy.
But we're here for the thrill, right? Being intimate with someone else, to put it bluntly, is just playing around; to put it nicely, it's a professional ethics for my courageous actions. My wife later told me about the literary article recommended to her, saying that women in that kind of environment should treat themselves as the center, without any distinction between husband and single man—that's the best approach. That's very well said. Strive to release freely during the experience, and still live a serious and disciplined life afterward. Thinking about it, I wasn't jealous anymore. The point of going out is to give her the best experience. My wife being open and relaxed is the prerequisite for the ultimate experience, and it's also a way of being honest with each other. When we got home, we talked a lot. My wife told me that at first he wasn't hard, but then he held back and didn't ejaculate. She actually really wanted to find a way to get him aroused and make him ejaculate because that would give her a sense of accomplishment. I said, "Is that so? Otherwise, how can you show your charm? Your thinking is similar to ours. Actually, you women are probably like that all along. The only difference is whether you tell your husbands or not." After breaking that rule, we can talk about anything again, which is the biggest progress. That feeling of being deeply in love probably comes from this.
That night, I suddenly remembered that women are prone to blurring the lines between emotion and desire. After all, a woman's physiological structure means that if she enjoys sex, she feels connected to the man. But men aren't so emotional, especially in such an obvious situation. So I jokingly asked my wife, "Do you think you don't love me anymore?" My wife said, "Of course not!" Before going to sleep, she asked me if I was insecure. I told her that when we go out to have fun, we should find someone with strong sexual abilities, someone who can experience the ultimate pleasure we've never felt before. That's what makes our shared exploration possible. I won't feel insecure just because other men are sexually strong. I only asked if she'd become dependent on someone else after the initial satisfaction. Rationality is still very important. My confidence comes from her rationality. A woman who can blend emotion and reason while maintaining a clear separation is the most attractive. Actually, I still trust my wife. The process was so wonderful and uninhibited, and afterwards she was still worried, saying, "What we did wasn't immoral, but will it be bad for other men's wives?" She's a woman, and someone who can always think of others is a good example of rationality. However, this is beyond our scope of concern. The internet is meant to isolate us from reality. We don't know or need to know what other people's affairs are like. They'll handle it themselves. Respecting one's own morality is invaluable.
The road ahead is long and arduous, but whatever the romance or beauty, it's all part of our shared experience, like water flowing over a skirt, or a flame that has burned brightly. We've felt it, but we can't stop there. The only ones who can stay are you and me. Because I love you, I'm willing to take you to paint the forests with vibrant colors. Because the road is long, I'm willing to defy the world with you. Only when we're old and gray can we say we have no regrets.

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