Record the entire process truthfully.

Having participated in dating activities for over a year, I hope to gain everyone's support (regarding the events themselves and my personal reflections). I have no other strengths but authenticity and sincerity.
I can't fully recall the origins of the story. I can only say that I might have an innate cuckoldry complex, a strange interest in my wife having sex with other men. This inner interest became a reality in April 2007. My wife's participation in the activities was largely due to our increasingly dull sex life; she had her own desires and needs, so my dream finally came true.
The story of a single woman circulating online was the opportunity that truly brought me into this circle. Starting in early 2007, I greedily collected a series of related materials online and took action. I registered a new QQ account with the username "3,4" and began looking for single men for us. Initially, it was entirely my own doing; I only thought about it when I was having sex with my wife, and she had no idea I was serious. She also didn't know I had started looking for single men.
In March, I gradually built a relationship of mutual trust with a netizen named "Hair Messy," and we talked a lot. He's older than us, 30, and very interested in making friends, but his wife always backs out at crucial moments. Ultimately, we agreed that he could communicate with us as a single man.
Gradually, I revealed some details to my wife; she neither agreed nor disagreed, leaving me unsure how to proceed. Before we officially started dating, an incident occurred that I'd like to share.
It was a weekend; my wife was away on a business trip to Shanghai to investigate the market. I was bored at home alone and contacted "Hair Messy," just for a chat. But I teased my wife, saying I'd made plans with him and his wife to meet up that evening… I never expected my wife to take it seriously. That evening, when I picked her up from the train station, she asked about it. I laughed and said I was just kidding, and she flew into a rage—her reaction was completely unexpected. Looking back, I guess my wife had already made up her mind and really wanted to, but she was tricked and got angry, haha.
Not long after, our first "three-person outing" finally arrived. One Friday, we met with "Hair Messy," and the meeting place was a Home Inn. After work, I picked up my wife, and we ate something at McDonald's before heading to our meeting place. My feelings were mixed – excitement, nervousness, anticipation, and fear. When we arrived, "Hair Messy" was already waiting for us. He's probably one of the best friends we've met so far. This likely stems from his maturity, composure, and good character. Upon meeting, although the atmosphere was a little awkward, we were very warm to each other. He poured us water and even brought a gift for my wife – something like Olay lotion. Although it wasn't my wife's favorite or usual brand, I could tell she was happy because of his politeness and respect for women.
We chatted casually, and he seemed to like my wife too, given her slender figure and beautiful face. He had already showered before we arrived. As the atmosphere became more relaxed, I said, "Honey, go take a shower." She went. With only the two of us left, the atmosphere became a little awkward again, and my wife lingered in her shower for a while. Finally, she came out wrapped in a towel and went straight to bed. I immediately became erect. Seeing that he was also at a loss, I said, "You go to bed too, she's afraid of the cold. I'm going to take a shower."
I went into the bathroom trembling, turned on the water, and felt unbearably swollen down there. Not long after, I heard my wife's unprecedentedly passionate moans, and a surge of bittersweet excitement welled up inside me. My wife was finally doing it with someone else right next to me. I enjoyed listening from inside, unable to bring myself to go out and see. My wife's voice grew more and more passionate; she must not have felt this good in a long time. Finally, I slowly came out, wanting to sneak a peek at them. They were both under the covers; I could only see the blanket moving and hear their moans. I couldn't hold back any longer and slowly lifted the covers. My wife's hair was disheveled, her eyes slightly closed, and he was working on her body, completely absorbed. I moved closer to my wife's face, and she swallowed me whole. (I'm not sure if writing something like this violates the park's rules; please correct me if I've offended anyone.)
Later, we tried many different positions, and I found that I liked watching him enter from behind the most. His penis was really thick, but not particularly hard. That night, he didn't finish. We didn't try to enter together, just took turns, he would come out and I would go in, and I could clearly feel the emptiness inside. My wife couldn't be satisfied either, she kept wanting him to go first, I was so frustrated!
That night, we didn't stay overnight, after a few rounds, we left, ate something together, and went home. We walked home. Along the way, my wife and I talked a lot. Making friends, finally started.
Single man Zhang San San was very nice, but unfortunately he was a bit older than us, so we only had one interaction. We kept in touch afterward, but it never happened. To put it bluntly, my wife didn't like it.
As you all know, once you start, you'll all be eager to do it. My wife didn't like single men, but the desire for threesomes was still strong, even getting stronger. I was itching to meet him, so I started looking for a suitable single man online again. That's when a QQ friend caught my eye. He was a doctor from Changzhou, about our age, and training in Suzhou. Looking at his photos, he was good-looking and clean. There was a conversation we had that day that still makes me laugh. I asked him about his penis size, and he bluntly replied, "If it's not big, you can do whatever you want." Then he sent me a picture of his... well, it was huge! Haha, we agreed to meet that night.
After making the appointment, I quickly told my wife. She didn't refuse and agreed. I guess she was looking forward to it too.
After work, my wife and I grabbed a quick bite and went to the agreed-upon hotel. It was a budget hotel on Donghuan Road, a Super 8. The environment was pretty good. Although it wasn't our first time, my wife and I were still nervously taking the elevator. The hotel corridor was so long; it took us ages to reach the room number he mentioned. I nervously rang the doorbell. My wife gripped my arm tightly; we were both probably wondering what kind of person would open the door.
The door opened, and he came out to greet us. He was tall, well-proportioned, and looked very sunny and athletic—even better than in the photos. I stole a glance at my wife; I could tell she was quite satisfied with the man she was about to share a passionate encounter with. Y politely ushered us inside and made us tea. There was a bit of awkwardness among the three of us (unless you're a real slut, haha). We chatted casually, but I couldn't wait to get to the point. I told my wife to go take a shower. After she went in, I chatted with Y for a while longer and then hinted that he should come in and shower with me. He probably had the same idea and went straight into the bathroom. I looked around the room; it was clean, new, and had a large bed—not bad. After looking around, I tiptoed to the bathroom door. The sound of running water inside seemed normal. But slowly, something felt off. I heard my wife's muffled breathing, but not a sound from Y. Her breathing grew louder; were they getting straight to the point, or was Y teasing her with his hands or something? A surge of excitement and intense curiosity compelled me to gently open the bathroom door. The erotic scene before me sent a rush of blood to my head. Y was holding my wife from behind, one hand kneading her breasts, constantly changing their shape, while his other hand was already immersed in her pubic hair. My wife had a petite, S-shaped figure, and being "loved" like this by the tall Y made her even more alluring. Her hips were thrust back, whether yearning for Y's entry or welcoming his already present position, they were pressed tightly together; I couldn't tell. They didn't notice I had opened the door, so I discreetly withdrew and closed it. I was afraid my presence would interrupt their passion; I hadn't had enough of my wife's ecstatic moans.
About ten minutes later, my wife, wrapped in a towel and blushing, jumped out of the bathroom and crawled into bed. Y followed her out and naturally slipped in. I said I was going to shower, and that they could play first, so I went to take a shower. I had no desire to shower at all; I deliberately turned the water down and listened intently to the sounds of their lovemaking outside. But it was completely silent outside. Suddenly, I heard my wife let out a heart-wrenching scream. I rushed out and saw Y on top of my wife, the blanket already pulled back, their two perfect bodies exposed before me. I asked my wife what was wrong, and she stammered that nothing was wrong, but her hands gripped Y's buttocks and pressed down. I knew she must be in pain, wanting Y to hurry. Y started moving, and my wife screamed again, slowly turning into heavy breathing. She blushed and said to me, "Don't look anymore, go shower, I'm fine, his is too big." The last sentence was almost squeezed out between her teeth.
I went back, quickly dried myself off, and came out. I didn't join in; I just watched Y's healthy body and my wife's entranced expression. Y-goods were delivered inside, and I later joined in and played it once.

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