initial experience

What is a 4P with your spouse? I used to only fantasize about it, but I never thought it would actually happen, and when it did, it was so intense and passionate. In a short period of time, we experienced everything from 3P to 4P, which is truly unforgettable.
I'm 26 years old this year, and my wife is a year younger than me. She's pretty with delicate features and very fair and smooth skin. Perhaps because she hasn't had children yet, she's maintained a very good figure. She's about 169 cm tall and weighs 51 kg. She feels a little plump but not fat. Her bust is 33D and her waist is 26 cm. 0.5, her hips are wide, about 36cm, but when she sticks her butt out, it drives me crazy; don't let her age fool you, she was the most beautiful girl in her department back in school, pursued by a lot of upperclassmen! Although we've only been married for a little over two years, we've been dating for five or six years since we were a class couple. I have a very high sex drive and a large demand, but luckily I was her first intimate boyfriend, so she's quite compliant in bed, and she's quite cooperative with the frequency and positions. The downside is that after dating for so long, we've already done everything we can, and I've gradually started to want some different changes.
Last year, I saw many articles about partner swapping or exposing girlfriends, and I heard that partner swapping is gradually becoming popular in Taiwan. I don't know why, but I have a special urge to see this kind of news, and I even want other men to see my wife's beautiful figure, and even have sex with her in front of me. I started to consider my wife (is this a sign of mental problems or just too much work pressure?), but since she is the kind of introverted, shy, and conservative girl, making such a suggestion rashly would probably only lead to an argument; so starting from the end of last year, I tried showing her similar articles or 3P scenes several times, and she was indeed not interested at all, initially not even bothering to look at them. I began preparing for a long-term battle, continuing to forward relevant articles and pictures to her. After a few months, she started to look at things more carefully. I noticed that she would look at some 3P pictures of muscular but refined-looking men for a longer time, and she would also ask questions or raise topics about some gentler and more romantic partner-swapping articles. She started asking me questions like, "Don't their husbands get jealous?" or "Does this mean their husbands don't love their wives anymore?" Of course, I started to brainwash her hard, basically telling her that since the husband took the initiative to make the request, of course I wouldn't mind, or that it would drive the husband crazy and increase the chances of having sex. She gradually stopped arguing or getting angry, only saying that she would never try it anyway; but I thought it was okay, I could wait, everything would take its time.
I noticed her genitals twitching violently when I described a scenario of pretending we were having a threesome; I knew my chance had come. So I asked her if we should really try it out with someone. She ignored me. I started saying I really, really wanted to, but she didn't answer. Later, I deliberately brought it up a few more times when she was in a good mood, and she still shyly said, "No, I don't want anyone to see my body." But from her expression and reaction, I knew that my efforts over the past year had probably yielded some results.
Last month, I deliberately asked her if she would be willing to try if the other person was blind and couldn't see us at all. She blushed and said, "How could that be?" I said, "If you're willing, I'll try to find someone." I don't know if she was serious or not, but she actually half-jokingly replied, "I don't want someone ugly." I knew my chance had come.
I secretly searched online for relevant information, identified a few people, and asked them to email me their photos. I finally narrowed it down to a programmer: 181 cm tall, with a refined appearance and a strong physique. He claimed to have super sexual prowess, only wanted a one-night stand, didn't want money, and wouldn't bother my wife afterward. Unfortunately, he wasn't blind. I invited him out for coffee, and while we were at it, I checked if he matched the photo. After explaining everything and setting the trap, I asked him to wait for my call.
On my wife's birthday, I asked her, "You've been complaining of neck and shoulder pain lately. How about we get a massage therapist to come over and give you a massage?" She'd never had a massage therapist come to her home before and thought for a moment before saying, "I think I could try. My shoulders are really sore, but is the massage therapist male or female?" I deliberately said, "I don't know, I'll check the newspaper and call to ask." Forty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Just as I expected, the programmer, wearing dark sunglasses, a directional stick (I don't know where he got it from), a white t-shirt, and sweatpants, pretended to be a blind massage therapist and came in. I noticed he had some kind of colored badge on his chest with a photo attached. I figured he must be incredibly excited about this party; who would even notice what kind of badge he had?!
I whispered for him to slow down a bit before entering. Upon entering the room, my wife was startled and whispered, "It's a man!" I said, "Men are stronger and have better massage techniques. Besides, we're already here; we can't just send him back." She said "Oh." The designer, feigning professionalism, said, "Go take a shower first; it'll be easier to get a massage later."
My wife was a little hesitant but obediently went in to shower. I took the opportunity to quickly remind the designer of a few key points. After my wife came out, she was wrapped in a towel and lay face down on the bed. I sat next to her and started getting excited. He climbed onto the bed, pretended to touch her towel, and whispered, "Take the towel off." My wife looked at me with a troubled expression. I added, "He can't see." My wife looked back at him more carefully. He was wearing sunglasses and deliberately pretending to be blind, reaching into his bag and rummaging around for massage oil. My wife seemed relieved and threw the towel aside.
He started by applying massage oil to my wife's body, beginning with her calves, and began massaging her up to her thighs. Then he straddled her buttocks and massaged her from her shoulders and neck down to her entire back. My wife closed her eyes and looked like she was enjoying it, so it seemed like he had practiced his massage techniques these past few days. He said a lot of things like, "Your shoulder muscles are very tight, it's probably because you're under too much work pressure. Don't be too stressed at work." Then he climbed to the edge of the bed and started massaging her thighs again. He slightly spread my wife's legs apart, and perhaps because she was no longer wary, she obediently spread her legs. The masseur then began to gently massage along her thighs up to her buttocks, and then back down to her calves when he reached the top of her thighs. After a few times, I noticed that every time he massaged my wife's groin, he would arch his knuckles and intentionally or unintentionally touch my wife's private parts. The first few times, my wife would tremble slightly from sensitivity, but she thought it was inevitable. After a few more rounds, his fingers massaged closer and closer to the end of my wife's groin. At this point, although he continued to massage my wife's thighs, I noticed that my wife's private parts started to gleam. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she became quiet and couldn't say a word. I saw that the designer's crotch was also erect. He seemed to be not satisfied and asked my wife to sit up. He sat cross-legged behind her and continued to massage her shoulders and neck. Although he was behind my wife, because our bed was facing a mirror, he could see my wife's face clearly in the mirror. My wife's face turned red, and she began to carefully examine the masseur's refined appearance in the mirror.
At this point, I deliberately said, "You're sweating so much, your shirt is soaked. Do you want me to take it off and let you dry it?" He didn't refuse and took off his shirt, revealing his muscular physique, clearly the result of a workout. I was quite envious; after years of working, my white muscles were starting to look a bit flabby. He deliberately wandered over to the table to get a drink of water and rest. I noticed that my wife's gaze never left his strong body, and she looked incredibly shy. I asked him to sit down and rest for ten minutes, then climbed into bed, kissed my wife, and whispered, "Was that good?"

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