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By chance (on a local dating website), I came across concepts like sex and threesomes. To be honest, at that time I was just curious. I felt that such things were almost impossible between two real couples, and even if they happened, they were rare. At that time, I did have the idea of swapping partners, wanting to see what my wife would be like under the influence of another man, especially since our sex life seemed to have reached a plateau, lacking its usual passion and desire. But I only had the idea of swapping partners; I hadn't mentioned it to my wife yet. I was afraid that if I brought it up, she would react negatively, and if it led to a breakdown in our relationship, wouldn't that be a huge loss?

This was the difficult first step—the psychological acceptance process. But I felt that my wife would agree, it just needed time, and this process began with the difficult first step—the psychological acceptance process. On one hand, I tried to persuade my wife; on the other hand, I looked for suitable partners, which also took time.

So I posted a swapping ad on the website, and within a few days, my QQ account was almost full. At the time, I realized my assumption that such a thing was almost impossible between two real couples was correct. After all, this kind of swapping game is still difficult to accept in mainland China, but there must be real couples who are genuinely willing to swap.

I screened through several couples, keeping only twenty or thirty in my QQ contacts who seemed suitable. I calmly communicated with a few of them.

As for my wife, I didn't rush into it, but instead subtly worked on her. For example, I verbally encouraged her to have sex with two men, watch similar films together, browse similar articles, and visit adult websites, etc. Finally, after more than a year of this, my wife agreed. Of course, she wasn't very willing and there were certain conditions. Therefore, choosing suitable couples became crucial; otherwise, the consequences… well, you can imagine. I clearly remember my wife saying when she agreed: "Honey, I agreed because I love you so much; otherwise, I wouldn't have done it." (I've always kept those words in my heart; I'm truly happy to have married her.)

Through numerous exchanges, I also accumulated some theoretical experience and gradually moved into the practical stage.

Effort always pays off. Last July, I met a couple. During our conversations, we felt they were very sincere, and we were quite satisfied with them in every way. They were about seven or eight years older than us and had experience with swapping (I think it's best to have an experienced couple for your first swap, as they can better guide you to success). After two or three months of communication, we decided to meet in person. If things went well after the meeting, we'd be halfway there.

Around noon, we took the subway to their neighborhood and met them at the agreed-upon location. My first impression was that they looked similar to their photos, but the woman was more attractive, and the man looked quite young, about five or six years older than me.

In the car, I could feel my wife and I blushing (a little hot), and so did they. We chatted casually. He found a decent restaurant, which was also a good opportunity for a face-to-face meeting. We had felt online that even if the swap didn't work out, being friends would be nice.

During the meal, we gradually relaxed from some initial awkwardness, from tentative conversation to lighthearted jokes…

At this point, everything was ready; the most important thing was how all four of us felt. If even one person didn't feel comfortable, there was no point in continuing the game. My wife and I exchanged glances, and we sensed each other's desire—we could swap. They felt the same way.

So, we went to their house. The house was decorated in a distinctly Western style, which I guessed was related to their profession (running a Western restaurant).

I'll call the male host D and the female host Y. D brewed a pot of tea, turned on the TV, and we chatted slowly, rarely discussing sex directly. Because it was our first time, we were both quite nervous. After a while, the topic of swapping came up. They asked if we were in the mood and if we were open to it. My wife and I looked at each other, and she nodded. D asked if we wanted to go separately or together. My wife glanced at me shyly and said, "Separately, I feel embarrassed to be together." D agreed, saying it was indeed very embarrassing the first time, and then smiled and said, "Then I'll take her with me." I jokingly told D to treat her well. D took the initiative to invite my wife. Like a gentle lamb, she held his hand and went to a bathroom with him. (My wife is from Jiangnan, not tall, with fair and delicate skin, plump in all the right places; D is 177cm tall and very strong.) Watching their backs, I felt a bit conflicted.

Y and I also entered another bathroom, embracing each other. We quickly stripped off our clothes. Her breasts weren't large, much smaller than my wife's, but her nipples were darker and firmer. Her skin was also very fair. Although she had given birth, her figure was still great (we didn't have children yet). She saw my erect penis and excitedly touched it, playing with it in her hands for a few moments, saying, "Wow, it's great! Much longer than my husband's!" (I felt a little pleased.) I touched her genitals; wow, they were wet.

We showered for less than ten minutes, then went to a bedroom across the hall. We removed our towels from each other, and I lay on top of her, gently whispering in her ear, "Can we kiss?" She smiled, a mix of surprise and amusement at my cuteness (or perhaps shyness), and said, "Of course!" We went from light pecks to passionate kisses (to be honest, my kissing skills aren't great, so I always felt the foreplay in our kisses wasn't enough). Of course, our hands weren't idle either; her breasts weren't large, and the feel wasn't particularly pleasant. We kissed each other's lips, then their penises and vaginas, from oral sex to 69. I carefully observed Y's vagina; her pubic hair wasn't abundant, but it was dense, and her labia majora were similar to my wife's—large and thick. Especially her clitoris; it became prominent after a short while of touching it.

I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled my penis out of her mouth and used the doggy style. She was very wet. Because of her C-section, she wasn't loose, but not as tight as my wife. I thrust left and right a few times, then suddenly thrust rapidly, then slowly. She was moaning loudly; my wife had never moaned like that before. We tried several positions, but I was still thinking about my wife, wondering what she was doing, so I was a little distracted. My penis started to lose its grip, and gradually its hardness decreased. I started to panic, but that's how it is: the more nervous and anxious you are, the harder you try to do it. That's how I was. She encouraged me and gave me oral sex, but I still couldn't get hard enough. Y, being more experienced, suggested we check what they were doing and ruin their fun. I was thinking that (I felt this showed the advantage of first-time swapping with someone experienced).

We held hands and went to the bedroom. The door was ajar. We crouched down and pushed it open, but there was no one there! Only clothes on the hangers. We looked at each other and turned to the bathroom door: there was the sound of water and voices. We gently pushed open the door (we were a little nervous, but mostly excited), and tiptoed inside (the bathroom was quite large). Pulling back the curtain to the inner room, a scene of a man and woman bathing unfolded before us: my wife and D were standing face to face, and D was applying shower gel to her body. D's penis was quite impressive: half again as thick as mine, with a larger glans, but short, probably around 15 cm. My wife looked petite and delicate standing next to me, let alone next to D, who was slightly taller than me. I felt she was incredibly cute, needing a man's protection and gentle treatment. When my wife saw us come in, her face flushed, and she lowered her head. Y said excitedly, "Your wife has a great figure! Her breasts are so sexy!" D laughed and said, "Look how embarrassed you've made our little darling! Go out and play." I reached out and touched my wife's nipple, then touched her genitals—it was wet! Her face turned even redder. I pulled out, smiled, and Y and D laughed too. Y touched her husband's penis and said with a laugh, "Did you do something naughty? Show some good behavior." Y and I left. Actually, I really wanted to be with them and watch D and my wife shower together. I was puzzled; why were they showering now when they were in the bathroom before us? Besides, Y and I had been going at it for almost fourteen or fifteen minutes. (When we got home that day, my wife told me that after they undressed in the bedroom, D carried her into the bathroom. After getting her consent, without showering, D had sex with her in the bathroom using a method called "indirect sex." My wife said he really wanted to, and he ejaculated very quickly. She said her vagina was the tightest he had ever had with any woman, and her breasts were especially sexy.)

Y and I didn't go to the bedroom; we started in the living room instead. My penis, aroused by what we'd just witnessed, was hard again. Y stroked it, playing with it in her palms. I used the "indirect stimulation" technique, and her moans were even louder than in the bedroom. I figured they could hear us in the bathroom, even though I could hear the water running.

A few minutes later, D came out from behind my wife, his arms around her. D wasn't wearing anything, while my wife was wearing a very short, see-through bra, revealing half her breast and a small part of her buttocks. She looked incredibly sexy and wanton. D's penis was already erect, pressing against my wife's waist. It was so thick that I was envious and a little worried my wife wouldn't be able to handle it. But seeing D's gentle demeanor, I was happy too. They glanced at us, smiled, and D said to my wife, "Let's go, let's enjoy ourselves." My wife shyly followed him into the bedroom. Y and I continued, but after a few minutes, my penis, like before, lost its hardness (I knew this was just my imagination, because I was thinking about my wife who couldn't see me). Y then demonstrated her experience again: she knelt between my legs and gave me oral sex. Within two minutes, I couldn't help but groan… I couldn't hold back any longer, quickly stood up, and ejaculated onto her hands, breasts, and stomach (I didn't choose oral sex because I felt it was only for married couples). I ejaculated a lot, and she praised me for being young and capable. She helped me clean up, and I sincerely said, "I'm sorry, I didn't satisfy you, I didn't perform well."

She smiled and said, "No, you're very good. It's quite good for your first time" (when they finished washing their hands, they briefly talked about their first time, and I realized we were indeed quite good). We drank something, and our thoughts naturally drifted to the bedroom from which the groans were rising and falling.

Y and I didn't go in immediately because the door was ajar; we just stood at the doorway watching. D was on top of my wife, we were embracing, his hips moving up and down, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, thrusting in and out. My wife's moans changed with the movement of his penis. My wife's eyes were closed, she looked very comfortable, completely absorbed, and they kissed occasionally.

Y and I watched, touching each other's bodies (her husband was having sex with another woman—my wife). After a little over three minutes, D got up, knelt between my wife's legs, licked her vagina for a while, then changed positions—doggy style. D involuntarily said: "Your vagina is so tight, does it feel good?" My wife still had her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed, you could tell she had already had an orgasm. D's penis was really thick! After only a dozen or so thrusts, my wife's moans grew louder and louder, "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh..." The tone and intensity gradually lengthened, I knew my wife's orgasm was coming again. D thrust violently dozens of times, and then my wife cried out: "Ah, I can't take it anymore..."—the orgasm was coming. D exclaimed, "It's so warm, oh..." D slowed down. He was about to change positions again: "Fire from behind a mountain." D picked up his wife, who opened her eyes and inadvertently saw Y and me at the door. She immediately turned over shyly and lay face down on the bed. D turned his head and saw Y and laughed, "Shy, why are you ruining our time again?" Y said, "I'm going to ruin you two, look how much you're enjoying yourselves." "How is she?" D happily said, "Very tight, really very tight." I said, "Yours is so thick, you have to be gentle." D laughed and said, "Don't worry, bro, she's very wet, it's easy to get in, look." He pointed to the sheets below, and we saw that they were soaked. We all laughed. My wife, still lying on the blanket, said coquettishly, "You guys are so naughty."

D said, "Am I naughty? Then I'm going to tease you again." Saying this, he tried to pick up his wife, but she twisted her body—indicating no. We understood and left, but the door was wide open. My wife's buttocks were raised high... A few minutes after we left, we heard my wife moaning loudly from inside. After about ten minutes, with several loud moans from D, we knew he had ejaculated.

Y and I carried water into their bedroom. My wife's head was resting on D's arm, looking very comfortable and affectionate.

Y and I also got into bed. My wife didn't ask us to leave; she was still a little shy, but I could clearly feel that she had relaxed. I knelt down and asked her, "Wife, was it good? You look so comfortable. How many orgasms did you have?" My wife blushed and didn't say anything, but looked at me and said, "What about you?" I said I was very comfortable, and Y was very good. ...We had a pleasant conversation.

Later, we did it again, and even had a threesome. This time it was in the same room. I witnessed the whole process of my wife's foreplay to orgasm, and saw another side of her (this side was obtained through exchange). I was very excited, and of course, I performed very well. I was no longer nervous and was very relaxed.

When I got home that evening, my wife and I reminisced about the whole day… Our love has grown even stronger; this swapping activity has truly enhanced our relationship.

This is the whole story of our first swapping experience. I originally planned to finish this article, which had taken a week, on February 14th (with only one goal: slow and steady wins the race), but due to various reasons, it was delayed by several hours, and I felt quite guilty. Before starting to write, I hesitated between writing about the later group sex involving multiple couples (the most exciting experience so far) and writing about the first swapping experience. After hesitating for a few days, I decided to write about the first one, because the first one is more significant, and many couples are still actively working towards this goal. I hope experienced friends will offer less ridicule and more support after reading this.

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