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Jenny and John have been married for seven years. John is a lawyer; his career isn't exactly smooth sailing, but it's relatively
stable. Jenny is a public school teacher; she gets off work early and has many holidays.

The couple has no children, so with their combined salaries and some investments, they have no financial pressure. They
bought a small two-bedroom apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan and have two cats.

To others, John and Jenny's life is quite enviable: respectable professions and considerable
income. Plus, without children, the couple throws parties at home every week and goes on vacation several times a year.

However, as the saying goes, marriage is like shoes; only the wearer knows if they fit. Behind this seemingly perfect marriage,
Jenny has untold hardships—they say marriage has a seven-year itch, but this itch seems to have come a
little earlier. As early as their fifth year of marriage, the frequency of their sex life had dropped to twice a month.

And by the seventh year, it was basically once a month. Jenny is thirty-five years old this year, the
legendary age of "sitting on the ground sucking the dirt." It's not quite that exaggerated, but his strong sex drive is real. After all, women
often only start to enjoy sex after they turn thirty, their bodies are more developed, and they know
what kind of sex they need.

Unfortunately, it's different for men, especially those in high-pressure professions like law, who often overexert themselves
. Men over thirty often feel their abilities wane. And it's precisely because of this difference that
many marriages run into problems after seven or eight years.

Today is a public school holiday, so John's law firm isn't closed. Jenny was bored at home,
so she invited her good friend Margaret out for a get-together.

Margaret was Jenny's college classmate, a year younger than her. If Jenny was the typical
girl next door in college, then Margaret was the typical cheerleader. Jenny was innocent and lovely, dating John since college and
eventually marrying him; while Margaret was wild and sexy, having relationships with several handsome guys in college
, and never having a boyfriend for more than a month.

As for how these two became friends, it's probably because they were roommates for a month, and also because their
contrasting personalities attracted each other. Actually, Jenny secretly envied Margaret's life;
after all, she'd only ever had intimate contact with one man in her life, and she secretly admired
girls who could navigate relationships with different men with ease. Margaret, on the other hand, found Jenny simple, innocent, and without any scheming in their interactions
.

Anyway, Jenny arranged to meet Margaret at a coffee shop. Jenny was a little late on the way, and
Margaret arrived first. Today, Margaret wore a fitted, low-cut dress, sunglasses, and a sun hat,
her long, slender, white fingers painted with burgundy nail polish. She was facing away from the door, reading a magazine and sipping a
small cup of coffee.

Jenny walked in and sat down in the chair next to her. "Hi, Maggie (Margaret's nickname), how are you?
Sorry I'm late." Margaret saw her and immediately gave her a big, exaggerated hug, then
kissed her hard on the lips. "Darling! You're finally here! I missed you so much!"

Jenny chuckled to herself and whispered, "Someone's after you again?" Actually, the two weren't
lesbians, but Margaret was so eye-catching that she often attracted unwanted attention from bored men. So it
became their little secret: pretending to be a lesbian couple to avoid harassment.

Sure enough, the two men sitting opposite Margaret, seeing this, stood up disappointedly and left.

As they left, they muttered something about "what a waste."

Margaret, seeing them leave, burst into laughter. "What a waste! It would be a real
waste to give yourself to men like that!"

Miss Maggie was truly a beauty; from high school, she was the undisputed queen of the school, and in
college, she was an even more prominent figure. Boys were all proud to date her, and girls wanted to be her friend and bask in her glory.
But Margaret, though blonde, blue-eyed, and with a large bust and shapely bottom, was anything but stupid. She dated the football captain
, yet befriended a well-behaved girl from a Catholic family. Because she knew perfectly well that men were
merely tools for satisfying her sexual desires and vanity; but women could be venomous snakes, devouring her
completely.

Since there was no competition between them, there was no need to hide anything. Jenny was always completely open with Maggie,
and Maggie only removed her goddess mask and revealed her true self to Jenny.

"You look pale. Did you and John fight again?" Margaret scrutinized Jenny.

"No, well… it's a long story," Jenny sighed.

"I really envy you. You don't have to work so hard to support yourself like I do
. Your husband has already saved up for your retirement," Margaret said, feigning a resentful tone.

"Come on, look at all the men who proposed to you, aren't they all big shots?" Jenny rolled her
eyes at her.

"It's more reassuring to earn my own money and spend it myself. I've never liked living under someone else's roof or having to listen to their opinions."

"That's right, besides, you can always change boyfriends." Jenny couldn't hide her envy in her tone.

"What's wrong, envious of me?" Margaret grinned mischievously. "Is it because your dear John... is
n't quite up to par?"

"I don't know," Jenny said dejectedly. "He seems to have lost interest in me a long time ago. I
was worried about my figure, so I even hired a personal trainer. But he still falls asleep as soon as he gets into bed,
without even giving me a chance to make love."

"Have you had an open and honest talk with him about it?"

"Of course. I even told him that this marriage is pointless. He cried and
apologized, saying he was just under too much work pressure and had lost his libido. He promised to see
a therapist, but what's the use? We've just gone from once every two months back to once a month."

"And even when he does have sex with me, it's getting increasingly rushed. He often ejaculates in just a few minutes. But sometimes when
I give him oral sex, he can't ejaculate."

"Hmm... that's interesting," Margaret said. "Actually, I have an idea, but I don't know if I
should say it."

"What is it?"

"Have you ever thought about trying an open relationship?"

"What's an open relationship?"

"It's when you each have affairs, you know it, but you still maintain your marriage. Honestly
, many couples have saved their marriages this way."

"Unbelievable! How can infidelity save a marriage?"

"Sigh, you wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you, you Catholic girl. Do you think humans are some kind of noble creature? Actually,
we're just as animalistic. Especially men, which one doesn't want multiple wives and concubines, sleeping with women and spreading their DNA
? Women aren't much better; women are naturally attracted to strong partners and are the most prone to infidelity."

"But marriage is, after all, a sacred bond, the cornerstone of human society."

"That's true, but ask yourself honestly, don't you want to experience the taste of other men?

What era are we living in? Everyone dates extensively before marriage, finding the right one for them
. Unlike you, you married the first man you met. If you say you don't regret it, I don't believe you."

Jenny blushed, lowering her head and remaining silent for a long time. Yes, she had regretted it. She often watched
adult films and read women's shared experiences. Those ecstatic orgasms they described, she
had never actually experienced. She had initially hoped to explore the adult world with John, but time flies, and before she knew it,
she was over thirty, and her marriage had reached the seven-year itch. She was unwilling to accept this; was this
all she was destined for?

"I'm sorry, darling, you know I'm always outspoken. I didn't mean to offend you with these words
," Margaret said apologetically, seeing Jenny's dejected attitude.

“No, Maggie. You’re right, I regret it. I don’t want to live my life
without ever experiencing a real orgasm.”

“Really? John never gave you an orgasm?”

“I think probably not.”

“Girl, you’re really missing out!” Margaret pondered for a moment. “I have an idea, but I don’t
know if you have the guts to try it.”

“Don’t underestimate me, tell me.” Jenny said expectantly.

“Have you ever heard of (swinger’s sclub)?”
Margaret whispered.

“***? You mean, it’s swapping…” Jenny exclaimed in surprise.

“That’s how it started. But later people developed all sorts of ways to play, not just swapping
partners. Even single people can participate. And single ladies like me are the most popular
!” Margaret said proudly.

"Besides swapping, what other activities are there?"

"Swapping is still the mainstream. But if you're single, you can also participate in group sex or even sex parties
. Of course, these are all semi-public. There are very few completely private places in the club."

"Oh, that sounds interesting, but I don't know..." Jenny said hesitantly.

"How about this, actually I was planning to go for a stroll tonight. Why don't we go together? You don't
really to do anything, you can just go and experience the atmosphere and broaden your horizons." Margaret suggested.

"But, how should I tell John?"

"Just tell him we're going out for dinner, it's a girls' time, no men allowed!"

"Okay, but I really just want to look!"

"No problem, even if you have any ideas, I'll keep it a secret!" Margaret smiled mischievously
.

"You really are..." Jenny's face turned red to the roots of her neck.

"Okay, okay. But you can't wear that, come on, let's go to my place, I'll lend you some clothes."

Actually, Jenny's figure wasn't bad, she was on the slightly slender side. Her style of dress was very conservative; her skirts
always reached her knees, and she rarely wore low-cut, tight-fitting clothes.

The two women returned to Margaret's rented apartment. Margaret had a huge wardrobe, crammed full
of designer clothes, handbags, and shoes. She rummaged through the wardrobe and found two dresses. One was
a bodycon dress that reached her bust, and the other was a crop top and a short skirt.

"This... isn't it a bit too revealing?" Jenny said, looking at the clothes.

"We're going to a nightclub, miss! Of course, we should dress a bit more stylish."

Jenny thought, since we've come this far, might as well go all out. She chose the crop top and
short skirt because she was slim, so her bust wasn't large, and the crop top and short skirt showed off her sexy waistline and
long legs.

"Hmm, the clothes are almost done. Next is makeup." Jenny, who had just changed her clothes, turned around and saw
Maggie holding a makeup brush with a fierce look in her eyes...

An hour later, Jenny had applied heavy smoky makeup, and even her hair had been styled into several temporary large curls.
Margaret scrutinized her, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. She tossed Jenny a pair of sky-high heels, and the two women were
fully armed, ready for battle (it really was a place rife with gunfire).

This famous New York City club, though seemingly unremarkable from the outside
, didn't advertise; its clientele relied entirely on word-of-mouth and referrals. Admission was exorbitant—
$100 per person for couples, $200 for single men (and required to be regulars); single women were cheaper at
$80 each.

Margaret and Jenny paid their admission and entered the club. Like other nightclubs, it was very
dark inside, with deafening music. However, there was a damp smell in the air, unlike anywhere else.

Margaret, familiar with the place, went straight to the bar, ordered a cocktail, lit
a cigarette slowly began to look around. Jenny, on the other hand, was nervous and curious, feeling restless.

"Twenty dollars for a rum-cola? That's outrageous!" Jenny exclaimed to Margaret, glancing at the drink menu
.

"Here, single ladies don't have to pay!"

"What do you mean?"

"Look to your left." Margaret pointed with her cigarette-holding finger. Jenny turned around and saw
a man staring intently at her, his eyes undisguisedly filled with lust.

"He...he's looking at me?"

"Of course, there are more wolves than sheep here. Everyone comes here with a purpose."

"But I just wanted to look."

"I didn't say no, but don't look back, or he might think you're interested in him."

"Okay..." Jenny was so scared she only dared to look at her knees.

"I can teach you a trick to get a free drink." Margaret smiled seductively. "Watch closely."

With that, Margaret got up and walked gracefully to the man who had been staring at them. Actually, the man
was quite good-looking: tanned skin and a muscular build. It was just that his manners were a bit unseemly; when he saw the alluring
Maggie walk by, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Margaret said a few words to him, and he immediately waved for a bar and ordered a drink.
While waiting for the drink, Margaret moved closer, her thigh pressed tightly against the man's, her beautiful eyes fixed on
him. Soon the drink arrived, and Margaret picked it up and left, returning to Jenny's side.

"How about that? Isn't it easy?" She winked at the man triumphantly, while the
man looked completely bewildered.

“Flirting… but I really don’t know how,” Jenny said.

“If you don’t know how to flirt, then you’ll have to go for real!” Margaret laughed.

“You’re so naughty!” Jenny blushed, flustered.

“Alright, alright, I’ll show you around. The music here is really loud,” Margaret said.

The two women stood up and walked towards the back. There was a small door on the side of the dance floor, covered by a thick curtain.
A waiter with a blank expression sat behind a table by the door.

When they reached the door, the waiter handed them two yukatas and pointed to a box next to them: “Safety
kit, take it yourself.” “Should we change?” Jenny asked softly. “No need. But if you do, remember to
keep the yukata underneath,” Margaret said.

Hearing the two women chatting, the waiter looked up and gave a knowing smile.
Margaret rolled her eyes, parted the curtain, and went inside.

There was a narrow staircase leading upstairs. Upstairs, there was another door. Pushing it open,
they found themselves in a narrow hall and several rooms with ajar doors.

"Nobody's going to play outside today? How boring," Margaret said, looking around the empty hall.

"What do you mean by 'play outside'?"

"It means having sex on the sofa in the outer hall."

Jenny glanced up and saw, sure enough, several thin floor-length curtains hung behind the hall, behind which were several round sofas
.

"How boring, looks like we'll have to go inside and see."

"Go inside to see what…" Before Jenny could finish speaking, Margaret pulled her into a small room.

The sight before her almost made her scream:

on a narrow single bed, a man and a woman were having sex. They looked to be in
their thirties ; the man was slightly overweight, and the woman had a decent figure, though her breasts were a little saggy. When Jenny and Maggie entered,
they were doing it from behind. The man occasionally slapped the woman's buttocks, which were already red and swollen.

The sounds of their intercourse were wet and slippery, and the woman's breasts swayed constantly against her body.

Seeing people enter, both men seemed excited. The man, especially, seeing the two sexy
women watching, worked even harder on the woman in front of him, winking at Margaret and Jenny.
The woman beneath him moaned even more vigorously, one hand reaching down to rub her clitoris.

Jenny blushed and was about to run out the door when Margaret grabbed her. "Don't go, they're
almost done," she whispered. Just then, the man growled and ejaculated. They hadn't used a condom,
and the man deliberately ejaculated all over the woman's back, glancing at them out of the corner of his eye, seemingly
showing off his large penis.

"See? That's why I told you to put a towel underneath. Otherwise, it'll be too dirty,"
Margaret whispered.

"Ladies, want to join us?" the man panted, the woman beneath him, still
dazed from her orgasm, agreeing.

"Thank you for the invitation, darling. But it's my friend's first time here, and I don't think she's
quite ," Margaret said, declining his invitation with a flourish.

"No problem, you're welcome to come back anytime!" the man said, leering at Margaret's ample breasts
.

The scene she had just witnessed had left Jenny dizzy and weak-kneed. This was the first time she had witnessed
a live sex show so closely, and it seemed to have ignited a long-suppressed desire within her. She wanted to look a little longer, but
Margaret had already pulled her away.

"How was it?" Margaret asked once they were outside.

"So bold, I didn't know..." Jenny stammered.

"Want to try?" Margaret smiled, pursing her lips.

"How could I? I... I'm already married."

"The people here are just strangers, they won't interfere with each other's lives. You don't need to worry."

"I didn't know... this is too crazy."

"It's alright, we'll just look around today, we definitely won't force you to do anything you don't want to do."

With that, they walked to the front of the second room. Pushing open the door, they found this room even more outrageous.

A stunning white woman was being simultaneously penetrated by two men, one black and one white.

"Wow, I've seen a black-and-white pair," Margaret remarked, sitting down with interest. The woman's
mouth was being penetrated by the black man's penis, while she sat on the white man's penis, bouncing up and down. The black man's hands were also busy,
fondling her full breasts. The woman swayed her hips seductively, and the white man below let out satisfied
moans .

After a while, the white man ejaculated inside the woman's vagina, and she reached orgasm, her eyes rolling back.

The black man then lifted the woman up and placed her on the bed, kneeling down, while the white man shoved his still-erect penis into
her mouth, making her lick it clean.

"Damn it, you bastard, you ejaculated inside! I don't fuck a cunt with semen on it!" the black man complained
, then spread the woman's buttocks and thrust a thick, long penis into her anus. The woman let out
a painful yet satisfied moan, beginning to use her hands and mouth to service the white man's penis, trying to make it hard again.

Perhaps the beautiful woman's buttocks were too tight, because the black man ejaculated shortly afterward. Both holes were filled with a thick, sticky substance.
Semen continued to drip onto the sheets. The two men took turns shoving their penises into the woman's mouth, forcing her
to perform oral sex.

The threesome continued even after Margaret and Jenny left the room…

Back home, after showering, Jenny's head was still spinning,
the scene she'd witnessed at the club replaying in her mind. Unconsciously, she was wet. She couldn't help but slip her hand inside her pants and rub her clitoris,
moaning softly…

Suddenly, she heard John open the bedroom door. Startled, Jenny immediately pulled her hand away. A
moment later, she heard the sound of running water from the bathroom, followed by John's weary gait as he climbed into bed.

"Goodnight, darling,"

he said, seemingly snoring as soon as he lay down. Jenny sighed and closed her eyes in the darkness.

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