Helping my wife

So, after a few drinks, I asked my wife if she wanted to have sex with other men. She said sometimes, and from then on, we started looking for a suitable person online. Why online? You can probably understand that, so I won't go into details.

We found someone who lived about 40 or 50 kilometers away, a little younger than my wife. They chatted for over a month, watched videos, and my wife thought he was okay (his exact words). So, we started our plan. We decided to go to their place so no one would know us. For safety reasons, I decided to go with her, of course, without letting them know. This way, it would feel like we were having an affair, which was quite exciting! They agreed to meet at 6 PM in the suburbs, saying my wife was having a meeting there and could lie to her husband that she couldn't come home that night, making it seem more natural.

We arrived there a little after 5 PM, like scouts choosing a meeting place, and then looked at suitable hotels. We chose a hotel with a nightclub, telling my wife we'd stayed there before, hoping to stay there. Because if we chose the place ourselves, they couldn't arrange anything in advance. (Maybe I was overthinking it.) It was almost six o'clock when we finished. My wife called to say she'd arrived and told me her exact location. He said he'd be right there in a van, but it was a bit far from where he lived, so we might have to wait a while. He said he'd call when he arrived. We stood in a spot where we could see the meeting place, observing for any signs of our target arriving or anything unusual happening! (Pretty exciting, right?) At this point, my wife started to get a little nervous. She said she was scared, wondering if we'd run into bad guys. I told her it was okay. If he came alone, we'd proceed as planned; if there were two or more, I'd call her, and she could make an excuse to leave. My wife then asked what we were going to do tonight. I said if I really had nothing else to do, I'd find a girl, go singing or something, haha, it's always easier to manage alone.

At 6:30, he said there was traffic and he might be a little late, and he was really sorry. My wife told me it was okay if it didn't work out. I told her that was normal; since she hadn't dared to tell him the exact location, he couldn't prepare. "Bad things take time, don't they!" I made a face at my wife, and she playfully punched me. Around 7 PM, the other party called to say they would be there soon. My wife immediately tensed up, hugged me, and said, "Honey, I'm a little scared." "Go ahead, I'll watch over you," I said. My wife stood at the agreed-upon location, waiting. By then, it was getting dark, and I was standing about ten meters away from her, barely able to see her face clearly. I saw her pick up the phone and say something, while looking around at the street. A man walked up to her, and the two of them spoke. They both smiled, shook hands, and the man put his arm around my wife's shoulder and walked forward. I quickly got into my car and followed them. They went a short distance before getting into a van parked on the side of the street. The man drove off, and I followed closely behind, keeping a car between us, afraid of losing them. Thankfully, they stopped in front of a small restaurant. Oh, they were going to eat. I saw my wife get out of the van first, look in my direction, and see my car parked behind her. At that moment, she probably couldn't see me in the van. After locking the car, the man quickly walked a few steps, put his arm around his wife's waist, and headed towards the restaurant!

At that moment, I suddenly stopped being nervous. Seeing another man with his arm around his wife's waist gave me a thrill, but at the same time, I felt a hollow sense of loss! What was happening to me? What was I doing? I pondered these questions, telling myself it wasn't too late to regret it! But I didn't regret it. (Even now, I don't regret it, or rather, there's a slight feeling—not regret, but more of a sense of loss.) (To be continued) This is my first time writing something, so please excuse my poor writing.

I sat in the car listening to music, my eyes constantly glancing at the restaurant entrance. I tried a few different songs, but none of them sounded good, so I turned the music off! I kept looking at the restaurant entrance, wondering what they were doing? Would he touch her somewhere? Impossible, I found it ridiculous. There were so many people in the restaurant, who would dare do anything? At most, they might hold hands… or touch her thigh or something. Let them be, I couldn't see anyway. It felt like a long time had passed, so I checked the time again, and only ten minutes had gone by! Why can't I calm down? The less I can see them, the more I wonder what they're doing. What are they doing? Let's eat! I couldn't help but smile to myself…

After half an hour, I kept thinking of calling my wife to ask what they were doing or when they'd finished eating, but then I felt there was nothing to ask, so I held back. Forty minutes later, I finally saw them come out. This time, he was walking in front, and my wife was following a little behind. I saw them get into the car, but they weren't heading towards the hotel we'd mentioned. What happened? Could it be…? No, I had to immediately drive after them. The car stopped in front of a large supermarket. The man got out and ran into the supermarket, but I didn't see my wife get out. I knew he was going to buy something. I was about to call my wife when the phone rang. It was my wife! Ah… "Wife: How are you?" "I'm fine. He went to buy snacks. Have you eaten?" My wife's voice was low, but I could hear her clearly, and I could tell she was excited. I asked her if they were staying at that hotel, and she said yes. I asked her if there were any problems, and she said no, that the man was very nice, almost exactly as described online. He was very humble, and I asked her about everything. She told me not to worry, and to hurry up and eat, to eat well, and that she would find a girl to keep me company later, and that she would call me if anything came up. At this point, my wife said she wouldn't say anything more, that he would be here soon, and hung up. I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart. Why was she keeping quiet because she was afraid he would see? Humph, that's so unfair!

A little while later, the man came out with a bag of things, got into his car, and drove towards the hotel. I followed. After they parked, they went to the front desk, and my wife followed behind for a while. After a while, the man got the key, and my wife followed him upstairs. I didn't get out of the car until I could no longer see them, and went to the front desk to book a room. I thought about asking the receptionist for the room next to theirs, but I didn't dare to say it. I sat in the room for a while, then opened the door and stood in the hallway to listen. It was very quiet; there were very few people staying at this time. Apart from a few rooms having a little TV sound, I couldn't hear anything. I went back to my room, made a cup of tea, and turned on the TV again. I flipped through several channels, but nothing was interesting, so I turned it off!

At that moment, I felt an emptiness inside, not from hunger, but as if something was missing. I wondered what they were doing. Sigh, it's pointless to think about it. I should just focus on what I was doing. I drank some tea for a while, replaying the day's events in my mind. It was still quite exciting. It's just that I can't see them now. If only there were a camera following them…! Oh well, I need to get something to eat, otherwise it'll be too late and I won't be able to find anything to eat.

Not much happened that night; I just couldn't muster the energy to do anything. After a quick bite, I wandered around the streets, then went back to the hotel and spent some time at a karaoke bar. I was hoping to see if my wife and the others were there, but I was disappointed. I couldn't even sing. I danced a couple of songs with a girl. She noticed I was in a bad mood and asked if I stayed there. I said yes, and she said she could keep me company. We just sat there drinking tea and watching others dance. We returned to our room around midnight and had sex with my girlfriend without much interest. I tried to sleep for over an hour but couldn't fall asleep, so I got up and had sex with her again. This time I was very tired and fell asleep quickly.

I woke up before 7 a.m. the next morning. I lied to my wife, saying a friend was coming to visit and it wouldn't be good if she saw me there. She wisely washed up and left. I opened the door, made some tea, and kept peeking out. Since the accommodation area only had two floors, I was sure they lived on the same floor as me, and I should be able to see them when they came out. I paced between the room and the hallway, and whenever I heard a door open or close, I casually walked to the door to see if my target appeared. This time, I had just stepped out when I saw my wife standing in the hallway, but she wasn't looking in my direction. I didn't dare call out to her, nor did I dare go over. I quickly called her, saying I was over there. She saw me and ran over. Just then, a cleaning lady was in the hallway, watching her! I quickly pulled her back into the room and closed the door. My wife hugged me tightly, so tightly I could hardly breathe. I let go of her and asked where the man was. She said he had already left. My wife is quite clever; she told him to drive off first, saying she had errands to run and needed to take a taxi. But after the man left, she came back and said she was calling me. I carried my wife to bed and asked if she had showered. She said she had. At that moment, we were both very excited and kissed passionately… and as you can imagine, we… and it was the best time we'd had in years, both physically and mentally exhausted. Afterwards, my wife told me about their experience at the hotel, which I won't go into detail about here. On the way home, we couldn't contain our excitement as we talked. If it weren't for the fact that it was broad daylight…, we would have been so eager to get back home… Haha… Thank you!

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