The first step in a threesome: the wife was touched.

Just finished with my wife, and after calming down, I wanted to share some thoughts.
This afternoon, I arranged to go karaoke with a single guy. We'd been planning this for a long time, and had chatted for ages. We'd even shown him our mutual touching in a video call, so we were fairly familiar with each other.
But even in reality, even just going to karaoke requires a lot of planning because you never know what the next step will be.
The guy was quite well-mannered; he'd already booked a karaoke room, beer, and snacks. My wife seemed very happy with him and greeted him first.
But I could clearly sense she was nervous; her hand was trembling.
After we sat down, my wife insisted on sitting on my side, farther from him. I chose a few songs she knew for her to sing. Sure enough, after a few songs, she seemed much calmer. Then the guy started toasting us enthusiastically. My wife isn't a big drinker, but she still managed a few bottles, and she became noticeably more relaxed afterwards. I have
to complain about the karaoke place here; the staff were too pushy, constantly bringing things. Later, they ordered a whole case of beer, and I told them they wouldn't come if they didn't need the service, which ruined the atmosphere.
Later, the single man invited his wife to sing "Because of Love," and she agreed. Actually, at times like this, any request she made to the single man was a step forward.
After the song, the whole audience cheered, and my wife was very happy, even downing a bottle with the single man.
Then I suggested playing a game of "guts," where the loser had to drink. We played about ten rounds, and my wife lost about half, having drunk two more bottles. She needed to go to the bathroom.
After my wife left, the single man asked if we could play something a little more open. I asked what, and he suggested "Truth or Dare."
When my wife returned, I suggested it. At first, she didn't agree, saying that playing Truth or Dare wouldn't be very interesting since we weren't familiar with each other. She eventually gave up, probably because she'd had too much to drink and was a bit hot.
The rules were to first clarify what the "Truth or Dare" was, and then play the games.
The first round was crawling like a dog; the single man lost, and his crawling was hilarious, which livened up the atmosphere.
The second round was touching one part of the other person's body. As soon as I mentioned this, my wife immediately moved closer to me; I could tell she was still nervous. My wife is very pretty, and this action was cute. I could clearly sense the single man's jealousy. In the end, I lost. I touched the single guy's hair, then deliberately touched my wife's breasts, and she slapped my hand.
The third round was for the loser to take something off, and my wife lost. Tonight, my wife was wearing a floral dress and sandals, so there wasn't much for her to take off. Unexpectedly, she took off her earrings and was quite smug, saying she wouldn't be embarrassed.

The fourth round was for the loser to do an exaggerated action, and the single guy lost. This guy was really funny; he took off his t-shirt, imitated Ricky Martin's hip-twisting dance, and even sang "Oleoleole."
The
fifth round was for the loser to accept a request from the winner. My wife lost, and the single guy asked to hug her. My wife hesitated before hugging him, and he hugged her very tightly, her head resting on his shoulder. It was my turn. I asked to touch under my wife's skirt, but she refused. I said, "No backing out," and my wife wouldn't listen, so I touched her. Her crotch was very hot; I knew she was definitely wet. At this point, my penis was very hard, and my head was throbbing. My wife blushed furiously. This step was a bit over the top, overcoming a psychological barrier by touching her private parts in front of others, even though her skirt wasn't lifted.
In the sixth round, the suggestion was that the loser get touched, and my wife lost again. This time, the single man was bolder and said he wanted to touch my wife's thigh. My wife, wearing a skirt, kept her legs tightly closed. The single man stroked her thigh, praising her skin a few times, but my wife didn't say a word. He only touched it superficially. When it was my turn, I said I wanted to touch her thigh too, then slipped a handkerchief into her inner thigh and pinched it a few times.
Actually, the atmosphere was quite ambiguous at this point. I knew my wife was also in the mood, but I probably couldn't do anything more.
In the seventh round, the suggestion was that the loser get kissed on a certain part of their body, and the single man lost. Damn, I just kissed his arm, and my wife kissed his hand. Boring .
In the eighth round, it was still kissing, and my wife lost again. I kissed her, and when it was the single man's turn, my wife said she didn't want to kiss him now. Then the single man kissed my wife's neck, and I could tell she was still very excited. Her hands were hanging down, and the single man naturally hugged her. My wife was probably still nervous.
The next round was a simple touching game, nothing fancy. I lost, and the single guy touched my head. My wife went too far, reaching into my pants and touching my penis as revenge. I got aroused by the
touch. In the next round, my wife lost again. The single guy wanted to touch her private parts. She hesitated, then sat behind the door, slightly parting her legs. The single guy carefully stood behind her, put his hand inside, and saw her legs clamp shut. My mind went blank. My wife had finally had her private parts touched. I felt a pang of jealousy; I knew it was definitely wet. She was wearing cotton underwear today, so it must be wet. When it was my turn, I touched her private parts too. Sure enough, it was wet. I deliberately squeezed my finger inside, and my wife punched me.
By then, we'd almost finished our beer. The single guy went to the bar to order more drinks. I asked my wife how it was going, and she said she wanted more. I asked, "How? Want a threesome today?" She disagreed, saying she didn't dare.
When the single guy came back, we drank a few more bottles and sang a few songs. My wife said she wanted to go home; it was getting late and she had to get up early for work tomorrow.
The single man tried to persuade her to stay a few more songs, and then they played some games.
This time, whoever lost had to take off something, and my wife lost again, as expected; she really didn't know how to play. All she could take off now was her underwear and bra. After hesitating for a long time, she hid behind the door and took off her underwear.
Actually, there was no point in playing the undressing game anymore; my wife couldn't possibly take off anything here. If we were in a hotel room, I reckon we could have had a threesome. Then the next round was about touching.
My lovely wife, was she deliberately playing along? She lost again.
The single man said he wanted to touch her private parts, and my wife hesitated for a long time but still didn't agree. She said touching her breasts was okay, she could put her hand inside. The single man was very excited, standing behind the door and behind my wife, he put his hand inside her chest. My wife said it was uncomfortable, that the action was very uncomfortable. But wearing a dress, putting her hand inside from below meant lifting the dress. She tried it, and the dress was lifted up, revealing her pubic hair. My wife quickly squatted down and said no.
The single man suggested touching her private parts. My wife looked at me, thought for a moment, and said, "No fingers allowed." The single man agreed, and my wife sat down. He squatted behind her, slipping one hand under her skirt. My wife immediately squeezed her legs together, but kept twisting, then slowly parted them slightly. This action was actually quite lewd, and I couldn't quite accept it at the time. Because she wasn't wearing underwear and her legs were spread apart, her private parts were definitely being touched. It wasn't much different from being penetrated. My wife lowered her head, very shy.
After a while, my wife said, "Okay, that's enough." The single man took his hand out, and then, and then, put his hand in his mouth and licked it.
My wife walked to my side and said she wanted to go home.
The single man tried to persuade her to stay, but I said, "Let's do it another time." I knew it wasn't good to force her at this point.
On the way back, my wife leaned against me the whole time. I sent the single man a message to ask how it went. I felt a little embarrassed; his desire was very strong, and he had to take care of himself.

When we got home, there was no need for any extra movements. She was already wet, and I thrust in all the way in. My wife moaned happily. I asked her if she was satisfied today, and she said it was so exciting that all she wanted to do was go home and have sex. I asked if she wanted to have sex with a single man, and she said yes, and she especially regretted not touching his penis, feeling too reserved, although touching it was actually quite fun. I asked if he put his penis inside her, and she said he was just rubbing her nipples, which made her lose her senses and want to escape, fearing that if she didn't escape, he would put his penis inside her and she wouldn't be able to control herself.
I think it was good that we stopped there today; my wife was much more open-minded and tried things out. I hope we can take it a step further next time, not necessarily to bed, but perhaps by trying to lick each other's penises, then we won't be far from a threesome.

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