Embarrassing failure

Everything has the potential to succeed or fail, and the process is never as simple and pleasant as imagined. This kind of thing is no exception, especially something that is considered immoral by many. It requires extra caution because the agreement or satisfaction of three or four people, societal views, concerns about hygiene and safety, and the sincerity and integrity of the other party all affect the mood of those who participate or want to participate. Sometimes, a single sentence can make the other party wary and lead to failure. Many things are just casual chats, and even people who chat for a long time may not be able to meet up. People often say online that it is difficult to find real couples, but it is not easy to find a single man of good character either. Sometimes, even if you get along well, you may not be able to meet up for various reasons, wasting a lot of time and leaving you physically and mentally exhausted. Encountering rude people while chatting is incredibly frustrating, and I find
myself becoming increasingly reckless. When my husband and I are both exhausted from communicating with strangers, we start having wild ideas or momentary lapses in judgment. After reading about various groups and online, my husband told me he wanted to try asking a friend. I said, "Are you crazy? How can you do something like this with a friend?" He said, "Honey, don't rush me. Let me explain slowly, and you can come up with something else later. This is a discussion with you, isn't it?" Then he started listing the advantages of asking acquaintances: convenience, hygiene, safety, and less effort and time. I didn't say anything because what he said was indeed true. After a while, I said, "What if I get harassed by them?" My husband said he'd thought of that too. He suggested finding friends with families, friends with reliable character. He knew these friends, and they could discuss it slowly. Then he said if it worked out, the first time should be with all three of them. Afterwards, I could do it alone with others, but I'd have to tell my husband. If someone else asked to do it alone, I'd agree, but I'd have to tell my husband so they wouldn't think he knew. Basically, if it worked out, my husband would have to know about it. This request wasn't unreasonable. The only downside was that if it didn't work out, I might lose a friend. I thought for a moment and said it wasn't necessarily true, because it was the woman who initiated it, not me harassing someone's wife. Hearing this, my husband thought, "Does that mean I accept this?" I didn't say anything, which I took as tacit agreement. Who
should I ask? Since it had to be someone I knew, I had to be extremely careful. After thinking for a while, I suggested Zhang XX. My husband immediately rejected it. "His character is fine, but he's a bit of a blabbermouth. What if he tells others after drinking?" Yes, that was a big problem. My husband then asked, "Do you like him?" I said, "What nonsense are you talking about? One minute you're saying you're tired of chatting and want to find someone you know, and I'm giving you advice, and then you think like this again." I got a little angry and lay down, saying, "I'm going to sleep." "Wife, wife, don't sleep, don't sleep! I was wrong, I'm so sorry!" He pulled me up, and I sat against the bed without saying a word. After a while, my husband asked, "How about Sun X?" I didn't answer. My husband leaned in and hugged me, asking again, "Is Sun X okay?" I paused and said, "I don't like him because he seems lecherous." Women are so contradictory. They might be looking for someone for sex, but if someone is genuinely lustful, they might not like them, and it's a genuine dislike from the bottom of their hearts. After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't think of anyone who was safer, more reliable, or better suited my requirements. I was idly scrolling through my WeChat Moments when I saw a post from someone I knew. It was from a friend of his who had added me on WeChat about a year ago. My husband had asked me to communicate with him directly about a work-related matter. After we finished talking, neither of us deleted each other, but we hadn't spoken since. I smiled slightly, and my husband, seeing me smile, leaned over to look. He saw me looking at that person's Moments and asked what kind of person my wife was. He said she was from his hometown and a very upright person. Yes, I could tell that. I said, "If you think it's okay, what else can I say?"
Then we discussed how to start—whether I should try it myself first, or both of us should do it together. My husband said, "Try sending a message now." I checked the time; it was only a little past nine, so I sent a message: "Xiao Li, are you asleep? I have something I want to ask you." My husband and I looked at the screen, and after a while, it showed "typing..." My husband got a little excited and started touching my legs. To be honest, I was a little excited too, even though the other person didn't know. But the screen disappointed us; the "typing..." message appeared for a while, but no reply popped up, and then nothing else appeared. I said, "Let's sleep," and lay down. My husband then pressed down on me and touched my genitals. It seems my wife likes—or rather, accepts—Xiao Li. I didn't hug his neck, didn't say anything, and opened my legs. After the orgasm, I wanted to cuddle and sleep.
The next morning around nine, my WeChat buzzed. Xiao Li replied: "Sister-in-law, I went to bed early last night. Is something wrong?" I didn't reply to him immediately because I didn't know how. After thinking for a while, I said I had already asked someone about that matter this morning and it had been resolved. I apologized to my sister-in-law. I said it was okay, and that he could come over for dinner sometime. He said no, no, he would treat us to dinner sometime. I sent a coffee emoji to end the chat and then took a screenshot and sent it to my husband. We'll stick to the usual method and arrange it after my period.
Two weeks later, my period ended. The night after it ended, my husband told me to invite Xiao Li to dinner that night. I said, "Why are you in such a hurry?" My husband smiled and put his hand inside my vagina and started touching me... Uh... I gasped and said, "How can I bring this up? We haven't been in contact before." My husband said, "That's true, I'll do it." As he spoke, he pressed himself against me, slowly thrusting in and out, and told me how to test the waters. He suggested I dress sexy and pretty, but I said that wasn't a good idea; normal clothes would be fine. He said I'd just put on some perfume and wear a black mini-skirt. He asked how to begin, and I said we'd see. My husband said the main thing was how to test the waters—whether to ask directly, ask alone, or ask all three of us together. I thought about the last time we texted each other that night, and he said I probably couldn't do it alone. He didn't reply to my messages that night, and I wondered what he would think of me if I went to see him alone and he didn't agree. My husband thought about it and said he was right. "Let's do it together," my husband said, but I was unsure how to bring it up. He suggested I test him with my foot. I agreed, but asked him to clink glasses with me first and then step away before trying. I said okay, that way I could make a move or say something. As for the rest, I didn't know how to arrange it. My husband said he'd call Xiao Li tomorrow at noon and invite him to dinner, saying he'd be out since he was at home and wouldn't dare do anything, and wouldn't have anywhere to leave. Even if he did leave, Xiao Li wouldn't dare. I said okay. My husband said, "Why do you always say 'okay, okay'?" I didn't say anything and hugged his butt tightly... After catching my breath, I said, "Go to sleep, honey. Whatever you think is fine, I'll listen to you."
The next afternoon, just after I got to work, my husband texted me saying, "Wife, we've made plans to have dinner together tonight." I replied, "Shameless! You really made plans?" My husband replied with a smiling emoji and said, "Get off work early."
Although I'd dated single men before, this time it was someone I knew, so I was still a little nervous, or rather, excited. When I got home from get off work, I took a shower, carefully manicured and dyed my nails, and shaved my armpits. My husband offered to trim my pubic hair, but I refused. I said that even if we met up, he wouldn't be interested in looking, and besides, I don't have any hair on my pubic area to begin with, and it's not ugly, so why bother trimming it? I put on ordinary briefs and a bra, a black skirt, and a khaki trench coat that was slightly longer than the skirt, over which I wore a white crew-neck T-shirt with a cartoon cat head printed on the front. My husband wanted me to wear stockings, but after thinking about it, I said no. If he was really interested, it would be more convenient this way, and easier to take off my clothes. I didn't want acquaintances to see me in a too-sexy way. I can't explain why, I just didn't want to.
My husband's phone rang, asking what time we were coming out. Anyway, that's how it is. I don't know what will happen later. When we got to the car, I said, "I'll sit in the back. Lock the front passenger door so he can sit in the back." My husband gave me a thumbs up and said, "Shameless!" I said, "Isn't this what you wanted?"

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