Long reprint: The Road to Love Exchange, Chapters 83-85

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Chapters 83-85:
My wife, emerging from the operating room, pressed her stomach, biting her lip, her face deathly pale. I quickly helped her to a bench.

"The doctor examined her and said she can go home," she said with some difficulty.

“I’ll ask for a few days off for you. Anyway, this week is just for returning to school to distribute books, you can go back to class next week.”

My wife nodded. “Okay, but please don’t say it was a miscarriage.”

I shook my head. “It’s not a big deal. What if your school finds out during the physical exams? Maybe someone with a big tongue will spread rumors. I’ll tell your grade head the truth, but we should try to keep it from both sets of parents for now, you know that.”

My wife hesitated for a moment but still nodded. Actually, we both know how much our parents care about our child, especially my mother. She’s a very straightforward person and has made her point very clear to us more than once. Every time, I have to smooth things over. I know that my mother always stops short because she doesn’t want to embarrass her son or daughter-in-law, but she still hasn’t resolved the issue in her heart.

My in-laws are under a little less pressure. After all, they dote on their daughter. She’s almost thirty and her parents still call her “baby” all the time.

Since we weren't planning to tell either set of parents, the question of who would take care of my wife became a problem. Even if I, a grown man, took time off work, I couldn't do a perfect job. That's when I thought of someone: Chen Qianyi. She had given birth and gone through postpartum recovery, so she should have some experience in caring

for a woman recovering from a miscarriage. Most importantly, she was unemployed and staying home. We invited Chen Qianyi over, since she was part of our circle, so we told her the truth. Unsurprisingly, she berated me mercilessly. I just lowered my head, nodding repeatedly without retaliating. Finally, my wife, feeling sorry for me, stopped Chen Qianyi's barrage.

Because of our sisterly bond, Chen Qianyi readily agreed to take care of my wife. Since my wife's miscarriage was so early in the pregnancy, she recovered quickly. After resting at home for a full week, she returned to her teaching job. This matter should have passed peacefully, but a small accident triggered a minor uproar.

It was a weekday evening. As usual, I picked my wife up from school after work and we went home together. We opened the door, chatting and laughing, only to find my mother sitting on the sofa.

This wasn't surprising; my mother had a key to our house and would occasionally come over to deliver cooked and raw groceries and do some cleaning. She never rummaged through our things; it was an unspoken understanding we'd developed over the years.

"Mom, you're here," I said with a smile.

"Yeah," my mother replied, remaining seated.

"Mom, we bought some groceries on the way here, let's eat together," my wife said, waving a plastic bag.

"Xinyue, come here, I have something to ask you," my mother said calmly.

"Okay," my wife said, changing into slippers.

I took the cooked groceries from my wife and took them to the kitchen.

"Jianhao, put them away, come out too."

"What's wrong?" I finally sensed something was amiss.

My wife didn't change her clothes; she went straight to sit next to my mother.

"Xinyue, I'm not a difficult mother-in-law to get along with, am I?" My mother's tone was calm, but her eyes were fixed on my wife, and I could feel the pressure.

My wife was a little uneasy. "Mom, why are you saying this? I've always considered you my mother."

"You both know what I'm thinking, but I've never interfered in your lives. I don't want to force you to do things you don't want to do. But, it's not hard for you to tell me some things, is it?"

I had a vague feeling that we'd been exposed, but I wouldn't admit it unless it was explicitly stated. What if my mother was talking about something else? My

wife became more flustered. "Mom, we really haven't been hiding anything from you. What are you talking about?"

My mother slowly took out a piece of paper from behind her back and placed it in front of us. "This is what you meant by not hiding anything from me?"

I took a closer look, clinging to my last shred of hope. Sure enough, it was the surgery report. We'd been exposed!

"I finally understand! In your hearts, I'm just an unreasonable, shrewish old woman. You all think I'd cause trouble if Xinyue aborted the child, right?!" My mother raised her voice, but it choked with emotion.

My wife lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong.

"Yes, I'm going crazy thinking about having a grandson. Every time the old folks in the neighborhood meet, the first thing they say is, 'Huijuan, why hasn't your daughter-in-law given birth yet?' But have I ever put that kind of pressure on you?" My mother pointed at me. "Whenever I bring this up, you just laugh it off. I'm not an old fogey; I understand young people's focus on their careers, but you should at least let me know about something this big, right? Huh? Tell me, who took care of Xinyue during her postpartum period? Why didn't you ask me?" My mother was practically yelling at me.

My wife lowered her head and sobbed.

I lowered my head and stammered, "We... we asked Qianyi to take care of her."

"Qianyi? How old is Qianyi? Does she know as much as I do about this? You two are young, but this is Xinyue's first time. How could you be so careless? What if she doesn't do it properly and develops a chronic condition that could affect a woman's entire life? You bastard!" She started slapping me across the face.

"Yes, yes, yes, it was my fault this time. I was careless," I said hastily, forcing a smile.

My mother glared at me, then stroked my wife's long hair. "Xinyue, my child, no matter the reason you had the abortion, I'm very sad, but I'm even more heartbroken for you, you know? Women must protect their bodies."

My wife nodded, crying.

"Sigh, okay, don't cry. I didn't come here to scold you today. I just think you handled this wrong. Listen to me, tell your parents about this honestly, let them know too."

My wife shook her head, crying, her face full of fear, then turned her gaze to me.

“Honey, listen to Mom, I’ll call you later.” I gave her an encouraging look.

My wife reluctantly nodded.

“Also, I’ll go with you to the hospital for another check-up this weekend. We need to make sure you’re healthy this time. I admit it’s for your next pregnancy to be smoother, but since you married into our family, I have to be responsible for you.”

This time, my wife nodded vigorously.

Mom sighed, stood up, and was about to leave.

“Mom, since you’re here, let’s eat together before you go,” I said with a forced smile.

My mom glared at me. "Eat, eat, all you know is eating! What's the use of raising you to be so tall and strong? You can't even take care of your own wife. There's pigeon and goji berry soup simmering in the kitchen, it's good for your health. Make sure Xinyue drinks it, hopefully it'll help her recover. I'm leaving now."

After seeing my mom off, we ate and drank the soup. Then, I reluctantly called my parents-in-law. As expected, they scolded me first, then handed the phone to my wife. My mother-in-law launched into a tirade against her daughter. My wife didn't argue, she just cried.

But despite the scolding, they were still mother and daughter, and my mother-in-law and father-in-law rushed to my house after hanging up.

"How are you feeling? Anyway, I've been scolded twice, but I actually feel better." I sat on the sofa, hugging my wife.

"Are you a masochist? You're happy after being scolded?" My wife said, sniffling.

"Not happy, just a little more relaxed."

"Honey, do you think we did something wrong before? Is this God's punishment for us?"

I fell silent for a long time before sighing. "Maybe, maybe not, but we should reflect on it. We probably really took too big a step. Anyway, the most important thing now is to help you get better. I'll take this opportunity to abstain from sex. Once you're better, we have the grand goal of five times a day waiting for us, right?"

My wife laughed through her tears. "You're so silly."

My in-laws' purpose in coming to our house was certainly not to interrogate us. They actually thought the same as my mother: since it had already happened, we should think about how to handle the aftermath properly.

Two days later, my two mothers accompanied my wife to a follow-up medical check-up. The results showed that my wife was recovering well. It seemed that Chen Qianyi's careful care over the past week had been quite effective.

Looking back, it all started after those two days of revelry at the farm stay. Because of my wife's unexpected pregnancy, we entered a month-long period of abstinence. This time allowed me to calmly reflect on our recent behavior, and I realized we were already trapped in a vicious cycle of self-doubt. As long as we continued this cycle, every subsequent pregnancy would be met with our own questioning, leading to the same outcome – a seemingly endless vicious cycle. Since we wanted a child, these two things were inherently contradictory; to have a child, we had to end this cycle.

Regarding the child, both sets of parents and I held a meeting with six people from all three sides. The general idea was for my wife to shift her focus, temporarily prioritizing family over her career, and to begin our baby-making plan after she had fully recovered. We outwardly agreed, but for reasons known only to the two of us, to ensure the absolute certainty of the child's surrogacy, we decided to stick to our previous plan to start trying next year after the New Year. For this reason, I declined invitations from several couples, explaining our current situation, which they understood.

Our lives seem to have come full circle and returned to where we were before, but the difference is that after these two months of bold experimentation, our views and feelings have changed significantly. We are still caught in the powerful inertia of our previous sexual encounters and threesomes. We haven't continued those forbidden games, but we still enjoy the pleasure they bring. However, even the strongest inertia will eventually come to an end, and we felt that day approaching almost simultaneously. Our abstinence

has lasted for a month. This day is a weekend, the day we agreed to break the taboo a week in advance, and it's still within her safe period. We made thorough preparations for this day: newly bought sexy lingerie, carefully selected red wine and glasses, and even flower petals scattered all over the sheets.

My wife, now dressed in revealing lingerie, swayed gracefully before me. I picked up my glass and took a small sip of the red wine, which I don't usually enjoy. But the slightly acidic liquid, slowly spreading in my mouth, created a wonderful chemical reaction with the beautiful scene before me. It was then that I truly understood the truth of the saying that alcohol can enhance arousal, but only when it's a celestial wine like red, not a crude, masculine beer.

Feeling the time was right, I pulled the still-seductive little vixen into my arms. Her long-lost, fragrant body almost made me lose control. I chuckled inwardly; abstinence really does make one more sensitive.

Nestled in my arms, my wife suddenly, like a greedy baby, took my nipple in her mouth. But instead of sucking, she used her tongue to circle it.

A surge of intense pleasure washed over me. In my passion, I grasped my wife's breasts. She let out a soft moan, but her mouth only intensified its efforts.

"Baby, lie down, I'll take care of you." I patted her incredibly bouncy buttocks.

My wife obediently lay down, her upper body mostly covered by barely visible black lace, except for her two large breasts exposed to the air, their pink nipples bobbing as if eager to bloom.

I stroked her breasts with one hand, while the other slipped into the gap of her open-crotch pants, aiming straight for her. A soft moan escaped her lips, a sound that seemed to possess a magical power, and my penis quickly hardened. A month of abstinence had made my arousal particularly quick.

Actually, I could have easily found other women to satisfy my physical needs during this month. Xi Jialing, Shi Mengyun, even Wang Ziyan, whom I've only known for a short time—it's no exaggeration to say that I could summon almost any of these beauties, even all of them, and I could have slept with them all. But that would have been too selfish. Even though my wife hinted that I could take care of myself first, I refused. I had to get through this ordeal with her. So tonight, I felt a special sense of relief after all the hardship.

"Wife, I can't take it anymore, I'm coming."

"Mmm."

My wife's body had been celibate for a long time, and her vagina was already soaking wet after just a few touches. I pressed down on her body, and without using my hands, I accurately found the mysterious entrance I had been longing for. With just a slight thrust, I squeezed into the long, dark alleyway with the sound of water and my wife's signature long moan.

The long-awaited feeling of pleasure enveloped me from the very first thrust, a powerful urge to ejaculate washing over me. This novice-like sensitivity surprised even myself. To avoid looking like an impotent fool, I had to slow down. But when my wife sensed my slowing, she started moving on her own, which made me nervous again. I had to hold her waist to stop her from moving further.

"Honey, you've been holding it in for too long. I'm afraid I can't last much longer. Let's change positions."

"It's okay, honey, don't hold it in. Just come if you want to. We have plenty of time." My wife's gentle care warmed my heart.

I flipped her over into a kneeling position, reached out and unbuttoned the crotch of her sexy lingerie. The unrestrained lingerie was incredibly elastic, quickly rising above her lower abdomen. At that moment, my wife's perfect buttocks and her endlessly alluring white vulva were fully exposed before my eyes. I couldn't resist giving her pretty little bottom a light slap. With a soft "smack," my wife responded with a sensual moan. I thrust my penis in again, but after a few thrusts, I felt like I was courting death. My wife's vagina was even tighter in this position, and I only managed a few dozen thrusts before feeling powerless. Meanwhile, my wife was clearly in the throes of passion; her moans grew louder, her movements more exaggerated. This made me, who was always very considerate of my partner's feelings, extremely anxious, fearing we wouldn't reach ecstasy together. But the more anxious I became, the less I could go on. Finally, with a low growl, I ejaculated all the semen I had accumulated over the past month into my wife's body.

My wife clearly hadn't had her fill yet. Even as my penis gradually softened inside her vagina, she kept futilely thrusting her hips back, until I patted her to signal her to stop. Only then did she pull my penis out, panting.

"The first time was too fast. Let me rest a bit before I make you feel good again," I said softly, kissing my wife's lips.

"No rush, we can do it all night. Don't forget you owe me five times," my wife said with a seductive smile.

The first time was indeed a bit quick, but it was like someone who had been thirsty in the desert for a long time finally drinking their first sip of water, or someone who had been holding their breath underwater for a long time surfacing to breathe their first air. That exhilarating feeling was truly unforgettable.

"Honey, if you get pregnant next year, how much will it affect your work?"

"Actually, it won't have too much of an impact. I'm already a homeroom teacher. It's just that I'll temporarily hand over my classes, and when I go back to work, I'll be reassigned to teach new classes. I was just overthinking it before. If I had agreed to have a child with you earlier, this wouldn't have happened."

I gently kissed her forehead. "Okay, what's past is past. We've experienced things that many people wouldn't even dare to dream of, and we've tasted the thrill and pleasure. Okay, how about... we continue?"

I said, and then rolled over and pressed down on top of her again. But my wife suddenly rolled over and pinned me down. "No, this time I'm on top." She giggled and moved her hips, swallowing my penis whole with her little mouth. We both cried out at the same time.

It was rare for my wife to be so proactive during sex. At this moment, I lay motionless like a woman, while my wife took the initiative. Her body was completely on top of mine, her little buttocks moving up and down like a pile driver. Her sexy lips and tongue explored my face, neck, and chest. Her soft breasts teased me with her movements, the pink nipples tickling my skin, occasionally brushing against my nipples and sending shivers down my spine.

I was amazed by my wife's current level of sexual prowess. She was perfectly balancing her upper and lower body, her lips and breasts teasing me while her hips swayed rhythmically without faltering. Under her flawless double attack, I didn't even have time to change positions before I climaxed again. However, I could sense that my wife hadn't reached orgasm yet. I knew that while my speed was partly to blame, her sensitivity seemed to be decreasing; her orgasms were no longer so easily triggered.

"Honey, haven't you reached orgasm yet?"

"It's okay, we've just recovered, let's take it slow." My wife said, gently kissing my lips, as if afraid I would feel inferior.

"We're like two people who are used to delicacies; occasionally switching to simple vegetables is delicious, but ultimately we'll miss the days of luxury," I said.

My wife pondered my words. "Do we really want to go back to the way things were?"

My wife, naked and blushing, looked directly at me, seemingly awaiting my answer.

"This game is really fun, but I always feel like I oversimplified things and didn't consider the difficulties. I'm really conflicted."

"Honey, you've always told me we should be honest, and that you'll support whatever I want to do, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"There's something I've never dared to say before, because I was afraid you'd have a problem with me, but I feel it's necessary to tell you."

"Hehe, what is it? Why are you making it so complicated?"

"Actually, at first, you pushed me to accept this game. I felt ashamed at the time, but to make you happy and to help us rekindle our passion as you said, I forced myself to accept it. But later I found that we not only rekindled our passion, but also found an even stronger passion than before. Every time I make love with a different man, I get so excited that I tremble all over. Every time I see you making love with different women, my jealousy actually fades, and in the end, it only makes me more excited. So I want to tell you, I don't want it to end, I want to continue." My wife finished speaking and looked at me intently.

I was stunned. I remembered what I'd said earlier; I'd always thought she was just being pushed along by me, but today I realized she actually had her own motivation to move forward.

"I know you might think I'm a shameless woman, but last time I was brave enough to let you watch me have sex with another man, and this time I'm going to be brave enough to say what's on my mind."

If I'd heard my wife's bold words a month or two ago, I would have been overjoyed, but after everything we'd been through, I hesitated.

"But what about the baby?"

"I've thought about it. We still have six months, right? During this time, I'll take precautions and protect myself. When we reach our agreed-upon time to have a baby, we'll stop. That way, there won't be any problems."

Looking at my wife's eager eyes, I didn't know whether to be happy or worried. My young, beautiful, and obedient wife had actually confessed that she enjoyed having sex with different men, especially in front of her husband, and even watching him have sex with other women.

"Honey, I know you might not be happy to hear this, but I really love that feeling."

I admit my feelings were mixed. I was tired of swimming pools with depth gauges, so I took her, even pushed her, into a deep mountain spring. I only knew the surface was beautiful, but I underestimated how turbulent the undercurrents were. Just as I was hesitating and struggling to get out of the water as soon as possible, my wife told me she loved the shimmering water.

"Honey, I understand." I was at a loss for words.

"But don't worry, I know what's important. This is just a little something extra in our lives. I won't let it take up too much of my time. We'll stay the same. I'll only go if you take me." Seeing my softening attitude, my wife quickly reassured me.

"Alright, it's rare for my dear wife to like something, so of course I'll try my best to satisfy her."

My wife cheered and hugged my neck tightly, giving me a deep kiss. "I knew my husband loved me the most. Have you rested enough? Let's do it again."

Saying that, she turned around and brought her head to my crotch, taking my penis into her mouth. At the same time, she brought her beautiful vulva to my mouth. I gasped as her mouth and tongue pampered me. I lifted my head and sucked her labia into my mouth, licking them back and forth, making smacking sounds. We performed oral sex for a good ten minutes. I could clearly feel the change in her emotions. I patted her buttocks to indicate that it was about time. She turned around to face me, then sat up and sat on my penis. We both let out a satisfied groan at the same time.

Perhaps because she used her best position, or perhaps because she had received my promise, my wife regained her former sensitivity. Her body was noticeably hotter than the previous two times, and her performance was more wild.

I had already ejaculated twice, and my state had almost recovered. We both entered the final stage in the best condition.

I wasn't content to always be in her control. After a few movements, I suddenly straightened up and supported her waist with both hands. My wife understood and quickly wrapped her arms around my neck. Her eyes were intense, even flashing with something unfamiliar to me. For a moment, my mind cleared, and a slight fear suddenly arose in my subconscious. I didn't know why I felt this way.

But driven by the surge of pleasure deep within me, that feeling vanished in an instant. I pushed her onto the bed, her long, white legs draped over my shoulders, and the slapping sounds of my hips colliding with her buttocks echoed.

"Husband...it feels so good, fuck me harder!" my wife murmured, almost incoherently.

But the voice sounded strange to me; it was as if the woman beneath me was no longer the wife I knew. Yet, at the same time, this alluring quality, so different from the wife I remembered, deeply attracted me, igniting a desire to conquer her.

"Turn around, you little slut." I slapped my wife's snow-white, pert buttocks repeatedly, leaving five faint red finger marks.

I was startled. I had never used such crude language with my wife during sex, nor had I ever slapped her so hard. I thought she would be angry, but to my surprise, she seemed to enjoy it. After giving me a flirtatious wink, she let out a soft moan and obediently rolled over, displaying her two snow-white, round buttocks to me.

I felt a surge of electricity coursing through my body, my heart pounding faster, pumping more blood to the part that needed support most at that moment—my penis.

I'd never taken Viagra or any similar aphrodisiacs, but at that moment I felt that even if I took that little blue pill, the effect would be no different.

My vajra pierced into the warm, muddy, mysterious cave without resistance. In that instant, I felt as if I were back on my wedding night, as if the body beneath me was filled with freshness once more.

"Husband, you, you're so good, ahhhhh..." my wife murmured, her voice broken and tearful.

I didn't speak; my response was a series of fierce thrusts.

"Husband, you, you're making me... feel so good."

With a slap, another finger mark appeared on my wife's buttocks. She responded with a soul-stirring cry, which sent another shiver through me.

I pulled her body up so that her back was against my chest, my hands kneading her large breasts vigorously, while my raging vajra continued to thrust into her vagina.

My wife was almost frantic at this point. She kept shaking her head, her long hair whipping against my face, tickling and tingling. She gasped for breath, then suddenly turned and bit my lip—yes, bit. The pain intensified my desire and pleasure, and I bit her lip back.

Our current state reminded me of a scene from almost a month ago, when, under my watchful eye, my wife and Bai Yuyang were also passionately making love in this position.

Before, my wife always thought the traditional missionary position was the proper way to have sex. She wouldn't object to new positions I suggested, but she would accept them reluctantly. But now, she accepted everything without hesitation.

"Husband... I can't take it anymore... I'm coming... I'm coming... Ahhhhhh!"

My wife's body trembled and convulsed. Yes, finally, amidst her increasingly unrestrained cries, we reached orgasm simultaneously.

At that moment, I felt as if I had returned to that night more than two months ago. Our sex life, which had become increasingly lukewarm, had been ignited by a simple "3P," which sent my wife trembling and led us on our extraordinary journey.

***These things can't be rushed. Since we both decided to restart this game, we needed to plan carefully. During the month my wife was recovering, we received calls from several couples: my old partner Luo Honghai, new friends Dai Zhicun, Bai Yuyang, and even the Lu Xingtao couple. However, I politely declined because of my wife.

During that three-day, two-night event, my wife's first male partner was actually Lu Xingtao, but we lost contact afterward. I wasn't surprised that Dai Zhicun and Bai Yuyang, who were after my wife's beauty, contacted us, but I was somewhat surprised that the Lu Xingtao couple contacted us, especially since it was Jin Yanming who called. To be honest, I was quite interested in Sister Jin, Jin Yanming, but at the time my wife was recovering. Since we're both women, I simply told Jin Yanming on the phone that my wife was resting at home due to a miscarriage.

When Jin Yanming heard the news, she acted like a caring older sister. She first said she wanted to visit me, which I politely declined. Then she gave me a lot of advice on what to do during my break, and she did explain it very well. In fact, I did benefit a lot from it. Jin Yanming finally brought the topic back to the end.

"Xiao Lu, I really like you two. Your words and even your eyes always radiate love for each other. I've been talking about you two with my husband ever since I got back. I really mustered up the courage to come see you this time; I really wanted to share this love between you two."

"Sister Jin, I understand. Actually, I still vividly remember that kiss we shared during our punishment. I'll ask Xin Yue for her opinion once she's better, and then I'll contact you."

"Hehe, it's kind of you to remember. Well, I won't disturb Xiao Chen's rest any longer. Please give her my regards, bye-bye."

Among these people, Luo Honghai was an old acquaintance. I instinctively wanted a new experience. Dai Zhicun's outburst caused that later upheaval, almost driving his wife to a mental breakdown; I still harbored some resentment towards him. Bai Yuyang was sturdy and honest-looking, but he was too rough with women, lacking any tenderness. My wife had been through a lot with him that time, and I couldn't bear to see her, still recovering from a serious illness, suffer his abuse again. So, I thought of Jin Yanming again.

"Sister Jin, this is Xiao Lu."

"Hehe, it's little brother Xiao Lu. What can I do for you, sister?" Jin Yanming actually joked on the phone like she was teasing a child.

"Haha, what could my little brother possibly want from a pretty sister?" I made a double entendre.

Jin Yanming chuckled on the phone, "Is Xiao Chen feeling better?"

"Yes, I just wanted to thank you for your concern, you were the first person I thought of."

"Yeah, I'm so happy! When are you free?"

"Hehe, it's so easy talking to someone who understands. Anyway, it's almost October, and Xin Yue originally wanted to go on a trip, but the adults in her family are all against it, they won't let her work too hard, so she'll have to entertain herself. Do you have any travel plans?"

"What a coincidence, Lao Lu has to work overtime during the long holiday, so we can't go out either. My son will be going out of town with his grandparents for a few days."

"You have a son?"

"Hehe, I'm so old, why can't I have children?"

"Who said you're old? You look about the same age as Xin Yue, not even 30."

"Haha, I wonder if you dare say that again in front of her, your Xin Yue looks so young, 28 but looks like she's 24 or 25. I bet Lao Lu will be drooling with delight when he gets back."

"By the way, Sister Jin, are your children in school yet?"

"My son is already ten years old, and next year we'll need to consider choosing a middle school. I'll have to ask Xin Yue for help then."

"Sure, if you make sure your brother Lu takes good care of her, everything will be fine."

"Haha, that's not enough. I'll also make sure you're comfortable, so you'll whisper sweet nothings in my ear."

"Haha, okay, let's all work together!"

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