[Immigrant Life] Part 2

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After getting her consent, I started searching extensively on local immigrant forums for posts seeking lovers. I often saw such posts, and it was easy to find one recently. We arranged to meet at a coffee shop.

The other woman was of average appearance but quite talkative. The man, however, was unattractive and looked rather sleazy. My woman expressed her dissatisfaction with me. Yes, I was hesitant too, feeling it was unfair to my woman. But this meeting required immense courage, and both of us needed to cooperate; it was difficult to even sit down together openly, so I didn't back out immediately.

They were a real couple, and when they learned we weren't legally married but just cohabiting, the man hesitated. After all, no one wants to trade their wife for someone else's mistress. I explained that in Australia, cohabitation for a year constitutes a common-law marriage, unlike in China. He admitted it, but said who knows how long you've been living together (that's really hard to prove), or whether it's a real cohabitation or just a temporary arrangement, or even if you really have been living together for two years, he, being in a real marriage, feels a bit cheated. Haha, he was quite honest, so I didn't blame him, especially since it was obvious my woman didn't want to sleep with him.

The deal fell through, and we both went our separate ways.

When I got back, I was a little disheartened. My wife, as expected (that's what I usually call her), said she felt nauseous at the thought of sleeping with a man like that. I said, "Oh well, that's fate."

Two months later, I saw a post on a forum seeking partners for swapping. The post stated they were a couple from mainland China, and asked interested people to contact them. I immediately wrote an email to that address and received a reply that same day.

So we exchanged emails one after another, treating our email like QQ, checking it every now and then to see if there were any new replies. My heart was pounding with excitement, and I was so wet I had to secretly wipe myself in the bathroom several times.

The other person was a man, and we were talking. I first asked him where in mainland China he was from and what kind of work he was doing in Sydney. I specifically mentioned that I hoped our conversation wouldn't involve his privacy, so detailed information wasn't necessary. What I wanted to know was whether we were acquaintances back in China or in Sydney, to avoid any awkwardness.

He agreed with me and revealed where they were both from and what kind of work they did (I won't disclose that here). I immediately realized they definitely didn't know my wife and me; we didn't have anyone like that in our social circle, which was good.

Both the man and woman worked in a factory, and the woman also had a husband and children in mainland China, from a province unrelated to ours. They were both in their thirties, a little younger than us.

Given that we couldn't possibly know each other, we continued to exchange some details and thoughts.

He explained that his wife had just returned from visiting relatives in China, and he had a mistress here, so he brought her home. Unlike us, he had already bought a house, but his mistress had her own place; they only met on weekends. He asked if we were willing, and whether my woman agreed to the swapping. I said I had already prepared my woman's mindset, but I didn't mention that I had swapped before, otherwise I would have had to explain a lot to him.

He described his woman as not minding swapping, saying she had big breasts, a tight vagina, was very wet, and very horny (yes, would she be seeing other men behind her husband's back, and even agree to swapping if she wasn't horny?).

The man was from Northeast China, very frank, and even sent me a photo to prove that he wasn't a single man fantasizing with me. The photo showed his email address, the date, and two pairs of bare legs on the bed; below the thighs, it was clear it was a man and a woman.

He said that the email address wasn't his usual personal email, but one he had specifically registered for this purpose, and it was the same email address he was currently using to communicate with me. It was definitely them. I said I hadn't asked them to send photos, and I hadn't prepared any myself. The other party didn't mind and arranged for us to meet in person. If the woman wasn't comfortable showing up, the two men could meet first to talk. I said it wasn't necessary to go through all that trouble. As long as the other woman was okay, I could bring my woman along to meet him (because I'd already taken her out once, so I was sure it wouldn't be a problem). He said his woman was also very obedient and shouldn't be a problem.

We then discussed how to meet. He said his wife wasn't home right now, so we could do it at their place, but having all four of us meet and do it right away felt too awkward, and we might not be able to get to know each other or relax. So, he suggested we start with a trip, going to a small town or tourist spot not far from Sydney and booking a room there. That way, we could get to know each other during the day, and then decide what to do in the evening. I thought this was a great idea. For example, I'd see them together all day, which would solidify the impression that they were a couple, making it more appealing to have his woman with me. I think he felt the same way; seeing the woman who was with me all day would also create that swapping urge. Plus, during the day, we could build up the mood, and we could even have some prelude to swapping, so we wouldn't be caught off guard at night.

Thinking about this, my heart began to tremble, a chilling shiver, the kind I knew came from nervous excitement and anticipation—a familiar feeling I'd had before.

The arrangements were made online; neither of us called (still a little hesitant). We agreed to meet at a station on Saturday. We'd take a bus there first, and they'd drive over at 10 am (I also have a car, but we felt it would be better if we rode together; he's more experienced and had been to that town (Ulladula), so they'd drive, and we'd split the gas, accommodation, and meals. I'd book a hotel immediately).

I quickly checked the weather forecast online for Saturday: sunny with some clouds—perfect for April. Spring, a restless season; a romantic journey was about to begin. Afterwards, I told my wife that I would take her out for a weekend getaway, a drive, and a stroll through the small town. We would hitch a ride with another couple, but I didn't explicitly say so (I was worried she might feel awkward and I'd have to explain further, since I had mentioned this idea before, so I figured she understood). She didn't object, so we tacitly agreed.

I immediately booked a small local hotel online. Because it wasn't peak tourist season, there were many rooms available, and the price was cheap—150 Australian dollars, which is about 1000 RMB (enough for a very high-end four-star hotel in China). It was Thursday, one day before Saturday. On

Friday, at work (I work in an office), I couldn't concentrate on work all day, imagining what would happen the next day: would he not come? Would I meet him? I imagined how the four of us would start, how I would seduce his woman, and before I knew it, I was aroused again, my underwear was damp all day. Sigh. That's how I got through Friday.

On Friday night, I specifically reminded him in an email to confirm, and he replied to confirm. That's settled then, and I'll just wait to meet the next day.

I woke up very early the next day. Since I had woken up very early, I lay in bed with my eyes open, thinking aimlessly. I decided to get up and pack some essential clothes and toiletries.

The town isn't far from Sydney, so there's no need to carry too much luggage. I brought some basic medications, cash, credit cards, a driver's license, and toiletries. Worried about running out of toilet paper at the hotel (we're not just staying in ordinary accommodations), I also brought a large roll of toilet paper and some wet wipes. Oh, and very importantly, I brought some condoms. They said they don't use condoms, and actually, neither do we; our women all have IUDs. But after the swap, condoms are definitely necessary, mainly for hygiene and safety. Safety is paramount when traveling; we shouldn't let this affect the future lives of those with families.

Among us, I'm the only single one, but actually, we just haven't registered our marriage. In the Australian concept of cohabitation, my woman is already my wife, recognized by Australia. You could say I'm swapping my wife with the other person's lover. It's just that not having a marriage certificate makes it easier for me to accept the situation. The other person's lover has been secretly with them for over a year, but his wife is still unaware, enjoying a holiday in China with their child.

My wife usually gets up late, and by the time she was dressed, time was running out. We hurried to the nearby bus stop and took the bus to our destination. I noticed she was wearing a hat and large sunglasses. Haha, she must be afraid of running into acquaintances or just shy—understandable. They already knew our attire. Standing at the bus stop, I was anxious, unsure how this would begin or end. Would it be like last time, with both sides changing their minds at the last minute? I stole a glance at my wife—a beautiful woman in sunglasses, with a slender waist and captivating charm; any man would be moved. Would they just hide in the shadows, see us, and then disappear? I doubted it.

In my anxiety, a relatively new white sedan (I won't mention the brand) stopped in front of us. Since we were at their bus stop, we couldn't linger.

The man, the driver, got out first, holding the right door with one leg still inside, and greeted us, inviting us to get in. I glanced into the car and sure enough, there was a woman in white on the passenger side, also wearing sunglasses. She smiled at me—wow, she seemed quite charming. This is going to be great! I had my wife get in from the left side, then she moved to the right, and I got in. Closing the door, I fastened my seatbelt and greeted the people in the front seats. The woman turned and greeted us, and the man immediately started the car, which quickly left the station. I thought to myself, that man didn't even have time to properly examine my wife. This kind of meeting is quite a gamble. If we had reached the town, the operation would already be underway, and it would have been too late to back out. Heh, this is for the best. It's just a temporary exchange, not a wife selection, so why be so picky?

The car left the city amidst the tension and anticipation, entering the Princes Highway.

I hadn't been to that town before, because it didn't have any particularly outstanding or famous attractions, but perhaps it would be suitable for our operation today. The scenery didn't need to be spectacular; a relaxing place would suffice.

The highway stretches south from Sydney, along the coastline, but is lined with trees on both sides. Most sections have a 100 km/h speed limit, and there aren't many cars on the road. The road isn't wide either, with many sections having only two lanes for each direction. But I felt very relaxed; the sky was so blue. The Australian sky is truly pristine, with very little air pollution. Because of the April weather, it was neither too hot nor too cold on the road, so we didn't need air conditioning, sunshades, or even open windows in the car.

The four of us chatted casually, and to be honest, it was quite tiring. Unlike when couples go out together, where you can be completely relaxed. I don't really like group outings like this; I always have to find topics to talk about and can't fully relax. However, the main purpose today wasn't to relax; we had to get to know each other quickly in the limited time available and avoid an awkward silence. Therefore, the four of us chatted amiably, seemingly without any intention of doing anything difficult to discuss. No one mentioned that particular topic; we really felt like two couples on a simple vacation together.

The two sides exchanged some fruit and other gifts, their small bags placed under the passenger seat. I saw the woman feeding her boyfriend a banana; they looked like a very close couple, like a couple deeply in love. I also shook my wife's hand; it was ice-cold, haha, that's how her hands are always, nothing special. The man was quite funny, sometimes making everyone laugh. Everyone quickly became familiar with each other in this atmosphere. But all four of us tacitly adhered to one rule: no prying into each other's private information. We talked about general things. Occasionally, a car or RV would overtake us from the right, becoming the subject of our conversation.

Our driver was a very steady and courteous driver, generally adhering to the speed limit. But occasionally, some foreigners would secretly speed. Sometimes, they would overtake oncoming cars as they approached, which made me quite worried. There

were also white women, and some very pretty foreign girls, driving so recklessly. These unruly foreign girls!

I kept stealing glances at the woman in the front seat, her barely visible skin, my mind racing with fantasies. I wondered if I could take her down tonight and have my way with her right there. Even through her sunglasses, I could still see her profile as she spoke; her nose was straight, sexy. I started imagining those little lips painted with red lipstick, about to envelop my penis. Suddenly, I got an erection, hard and erect, though my jacket covered it, so my woman couldn't see it.

The woman in the front seat was someone else's wife (whether in a sense, the driver's wife or her husband's wife back home, she was someone else's wife). I have very complicated feelings about other men's wives having affairs, including towards my current woman. During sex, I often feel resentment, wanting to fuck these sluts to death. I know this is a result of being hurt by other women (see previous season).

The woman in the front seat probably had no idea that the man chatting and laughing in the back was fantasizing about her. The driver could see us in the rearview mirror, but how much he could see, I had no idea.

We didn't go to the restroom or anything along the way, driving for about three and a half hours along the Princeis Highway. The speed limit started at 80 km/h, then dropped to 60 km/h, and we arrived at our destination, the town of Ulladula.

After our car entered the town, I quickly took out the map I had printed out at the company on Friday. It was taken from Google Maps, and when zoomed in a certain way, you could see the names of the streets in the town.

We didn't have GPS, so driving along the highway was fine at first, but once we got to the town, we had to rely on this printed map.

I took out the address of the hotel we had booked, and we slowly drove there along the road.

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