Couples' Dating Diary

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Chapter 1: Husband Wants to Participate in *** Game
Wenjing, just like her name, is quiet, elegant, and beautiful.
Born into an intellectual family, her every word and action exudes refinement. Wenjing is an only child, receiving an excellent education from a young age. Her marriage to Yang Huan was a natural progression, happy and fulfilling. She had a good job and a worry-free life. After graduation, she worked in the education department, fell in love, got married, and had a child. Her husband was talented and had an excellent political record. They were just over thirty, belonging to the "three highs" class—high education, high income, and high vision—a time of great success and pride.
However, they gradually discovered that life was becoming monotonous and repetitive. The novelty had become numbing and dull, often leading to a feeling of boredom. This aesthetic fatigue between them resulted in a lack of passion in their emotional life. Wenjing often wondered: what is the meaning of this busy life?
Wenjing gradually noticed changes in her husband, Yang Huan. He seemed less passionate with her and talked more about other women. As for whether Yang Huan was having an affair, Wenjing couldn't be sure in this day and age. She knew she wasn't old-fashioned, but she was a traditional woman and didn't want to seek extramarital affairs.
Yang Huan had many work-related social engagements and often attended banquets. Wenjing spent her free time tutoring her youngest daughter and watching TV. Since they got broadband internet, Wenjing's interactions with the outside world had increased. She even met a friend named Lili on QQ. Lili and Wenjing were similar in age and occupation, and they often chatted online and became good friends.
One evening, Yang Huan returned from a banquet and casually mentioned to Wenjing, "We talked about an interesting topic at the dinner table today."
"What topic?" Wenjing asked.
"***." Yang Huan seemed a little excited from drinking.
"What ***?" Wenjing asked while watching TV.
"It's a swapping game. It's existed in Europe and America for a long time, also called a swapping club. Close friends would gather with their wives and swap partners. It's become popular in China in recent years."
"I've heard of it. It's ridiculous. This is a game that Europeans and Americans played a few years ago, and now we're imitating it too," Wenjing retorted, glancing at Yang Huan. "You don't have that idea, do you?"
"I'm just saying, but I understand this phenomenon. A celebrity online said: Does swapping harm society? Swapping is a form of entertainment or lifestyle chosen voluntarily by a small number of adults. It doesn't violate the three principles of sexology: voluntariness, privacy, and between adults."
"You don't want to swap me out, do you?" Wenjing was a little worried about Yang Huan's point of view.
“If you’re willing, I support you,” Yang Huan said with a smile, “but if you’re going to switch, you must find someone better than me in every way.” Yang Huan seemed to be joking, but a sense of unease and wariness rose in Wenjing’s heart.
One day, when Yang Huan brought up the topic of sex again, the perceptive Wenjing realized that her husband was truly interested in it. She began to feel a sense of doubt. She stopped arguing with Yang Huan about it. She wondered what had made her husband so tired of their current life and develop such thoughts.
That evening, Wenjing turned on her computer and saw that Lili was online. The two chatted for a while, and Wenjing brought up the topic… Turning to her own thoughts.
Wenjing: I've heard about *** games lately, do you have them where you are?
Lili: Yes, why? Want to switch?
Wenjing: No,
just asking. Lili: You've come to the right place, I'm a member.
Wenjing: What kind of member?
Lili: *** club.
Wenjing: Oh, so you…
Lili: Of course I've switched.
Wenjing: Unbelievable.
Lili: Actually, *** games aren't new. It's said there are over 500 "*** clubs" in the US, some large clubs even book entire hotels, with up to 4,000 people, all from educated and cultured societies. People. The Italian *** rate is over 20%.
Wenjing: Do you think *** games are a sign of social progress or regression? Is it a game for the brave, or is it unethical?
Lili: I think couples here are equal, open, without privacy, without betrayal, and perhaps more about understanding and tolerance. They don't consider each other their private property. The men here are far more noble and open than those selfish men who "keep the home fires burning while having affairs outside."
Wenjing: Won't switching affect the family?
Lili: Couples here also have a sense of responsibility. **The game is just a game. Through the game, one only hopes to obtain physical enjoyment. There is no monetary transaction, no deception or harm to each other. Sexual relations and marriage are clearly separated. Playing the game does not interfere with one's married life, nor does it prevent one from fulfilling the responsibilities of a husband, wife, father, and mother.
** Wenjing: I still think it's a bit absurd.
Lili: You and I had the same thoughts at the beginning. I don't understand big principles either, but I'll give you a personal example today. Aren't you sleepy? Where's your husband?
Wenjing: Go ahead and send it. My husband is asleep.
Wenjing saw the article Lili sent:
"Today is my husband's birthday. I only sent him a message to wish him a happy birthday at almost midnight because I've been considering whether I should record the experiences of the past two days, whether to downplay them or avoid the important ones, but in any case, I need to leave myself an opportunity to reflect. I don't know if this counts as happiness.
Actually, Xiao Liang and Zhang Mei are a very good couple, a very simple, kind, warm, and loving couple." I met them at the restaurant outside the South Gate, which we had arranged to meet beforehand. Knowing we liked spicy food, they thoughtfully treated us to hot pot. Seeing them wave, we sat down facing each other and started talking about the weather, the climate differences between the South and the North. Later, the men's conversation shifted to cross-strait relations, while Zhang Mei and I remained relatively quiet.
After dinner, we went to karaoke, and everyone seemed very relaxed. My husband was very happy, drinking beer and singing old songs from his memories, as if he were back in the season of love. He held the microphone in one hand, pointed at me with the other, and sang "My Favorite Is You," his dreamy eyes touching me. Xiao Liang and Zhang Mei sang a duet intimately, also very happily. We all passed the time in this relaxed manner; the dim lighting didn't create any emotional atmosphere, and the love songs we sang were just beautiful notes. No one knew what they should or shouldn't do. Around 11:30, we took a taxi together to that *** club.
This was a typical private space for two, simple and cozy inside. Stepping out of the living room, there was a large balcony. My confined feeling suddenly eased for a moment; the night breeze was soothing.
As Xiao Liang walked onto the balcony, his hand lingered briefly on my waist, and I suddenly tensed up. I didn't dare look at Xiao Liang; I felt I would betray my expression or desires. For a moment, I felt like I had fallen from a height of fantasy to the ground, the distinct sensation of falling bringing clarity to my mind. To be honest, I felt we were better suited as friends than to playing this sexual game.
After sitting for a while, I went to take a shower, and the waiter brought me a nightgown. I repeatedly told the waiter I wanted something modest, but when I came out, I still noticed half of my breast and my clearly visible areola. I covered my chest with my hands and sat next to Nanwei. Xiao Liang and Zhang Mei also took turns showering. Afterwards, we all sat obediently in the living room watching TV until after 1 a.m. the next day. The lights were bright, and there was no ambiguity between us. Nanwei turned off the living room light, and we all started to smile knowingly. I was actually a little reluctant because I still harbored resentment towards Xiao Liang; he was the one who abandoned me and started pursuing Zhang Mei so madly.
As I write this, my hands are trembling a little, I don't know if it's fear or nervousness. I'm still wondering if I should record the following details in diary form.
I saw Nanwei sitting very properly, and I suddenly felt that doing so would be very unfair to Zhang Mei, so I encouraged Nanwei with my eyes. Then Nanwei took Zhang Mei to another room, and now it was just Xiao Liang and me.
Xiao Liang suggested turning off the lights, and I thought it was a good idea; perhaps it would reduce visual pressure and lessen the guilt. Gradually, I felt Xiao Liang's breathing getting closer and closer. I wanted to escape, but my body pressed against him involuntarily. He put his left arm around my shoulder and his right arm around my chest, and I felt a warm current rush through my body. I collapsed down.
I'm having trouble writing this now. My mind keeps replaying the scene of making love with Xiao Liang that day. When he penetrated me deeply, he almost hit me instantly. I even experienced an orgasm that I couldn't achieve with my husband. It was a very special feeling, as if, at that moment, I was born inside his body… "Have you finished reading?" Lili sent a message.
Wenjing: Finished reading. Did you write it?
Lili: Haha, no, it's circulating online. This is only a part; you can read more online. The people who participate in the *** club aren't the kind of men and women who seem sleazy. These seemingly respectable men and women secretly harbor ill intentions; perhaps after finishing their contracts and signing them, their first thought is to immediately head to the *** club for thrills. Exchanging their own wives for the pleasures of others, the men tacitly agree, and the women don't feel they're being taken advantage of; everyone gets their own enjoyment.
Wenjing: I see you're quite theorist. What about your own story?
Lili: I have quite a few stories too; I'll tell you sometime.
Wenjing: Perhaps this is only a game for adventurers and the brave.
Lili: Yes, this group might become pioneers of new marital relationships. Or they might become victims. Historical development clearly shows that in ancient times, women were confined to their homes to prevent infidelity. In the Qing Dynasty, women had their feet bound, another form of confinement. Even in modern times, premarital cohabitation was illegal in the past, but what about now? Look at society—college students living together, extramarital affairs, lovers—aren't these all realities? Compared to these, the *** game becomes understandable.
Wenjing: You mean that the family-based marriage model might change in the future?
Lili: That's for sure, because society is developing, and there will definitely be new marriage models in the future.
Wenjing: My husband is testing my opinion now.
Lili: It's okay, but be careful. It's best to know each other beforehand. I heard that now you have to go through a video call to register. Make sure you find a reliable person, don't force it.
Wenjing: I don't think I can take that step.
The next day, when Wenjing got home from work, she was surprised to find that Yang Huan had returned earlier than her. He was busy at his computer.
"Wenjing, come here, come and see." Yang Huan greeted Wenjing happily.
Wenjing hung up her coat and walked over to Yang Huan. She saw a photo on the computer screen.
"These photos were sent to me by my college classmate Li Yi. He took them recently while traveling in Hainan.
Wenjing thinks they're a couple in the photos, wearing swimsuits and standing on the beach. The sea breeze is blowing the girl's long hair; she's slender and beautiful. The man is tall, with a healthy physique, looking athletic and composed." "
Li Yi was handsome in school, and now he looks even more mature. There are a few more; I've downloaded them all. Sit down and look at them," Yang Huan said, standing up and pressing Wenjing into a chair. "
Why did I send you these photos?" A thought suddenly flashed through Wenjing's mind—was Yang Huan trying to seduce her? Wenjing's heart skipped a beat, but she remained outwardly calm.
"Li Yi? Have I met him?" Wenjing asked. "Where does he work?"
"He works for a foreign company, and he was always out of town. He was transferred back last year." "Is that his wife? She's very beautiful."
Yang Huan replied, "Yes, his wife's name is Meijuan. She owns a clothing store. Wenjing, you look at these first. Let's go out for a bite to eat later; it's on me. "
“We can go out for a bite, then we can go to my mom’s to see our daughter,” Wenjing said, her eyes never leaving the computer screen.
The second photo showed Li Yi tall and dashing beside a coconut tree, looking very elegant, while Meijuan was graceful and radiant. Several other photos also captured the couple’s happy travel life from different angles. Wenjing thought they were a happy couple who loved life.
Wenjing closed the computer and started preparing for a casual dinner with Yang Huan.
It was early summer dusk, and the sunset cast its glow on the city buildings, the upper parts of the high-rises still reflecting the afterglow. Wenjing and Yang Huan were in a good mood today, and Yang Huan suggested going to their usual restaurant, a fairly large food stall near Wenjing’s parents’ house.
The food stall was set up under a large awning, and the rows of neatly arranged tables were already quite full. Yang Huan chose a quiet spot to sit down. Wenjing sat opposite him. Soon, the waiter came over with the menu, and Yang Huan quickly ordered two of his usual dishes and some beer. Just then, his phone rang.
"Hey!...Ah!...Where are you? I'm at the Huanghe Road Square...a food stall. You're nearby too? Where's your wife?...Together? Great...Wenjing and I are together too, what a coincidence, come on over, let's eat together...Okay, waiting for you."
Wenjing asked, "Who is it?"
Yang Huan: It's Li Yi and Meijuan, a couple, they just happen to be nearby and are coming here too, what a coincidence, let's eat together, everyone can get to know each other.
What a coincidence, they just arrived after I saw the photos. Wenjing thought.
"It's really a coincidence, speak of the devil and he appears." Yang Huan seemed a little excited.
"Could it be that Yang Huan arranged this beforehand?" Wenjing thought to herself, but she didn't ask, that was her usual personality. Wenjing stood up from her seat, walked around the table and sat down next to Yang Huan.
The waiter came to set the table, Yang Huan said to add two more sets, and ordered two more dishes.
Chapter Two: An Encounter That Was Not Accidental
Not long after, Li Yi and Meijuan arrived.
When they appeared before Wenjing, she was immediately struck by the tall, strong Li Yi; he was a very handsome and athletic man, much like a male model. Meijuan, on the other hand, struck Wenjing as beautiful, generous, cheerful, and lively.
After they sat down, Li Yi said, "This is the first time I've met you, sister-in-law, so let me treat you."
Yang Huan laughed, "It's a coincidence, first come, first served. I'll treat you this time, but if you want to, we can do it another time. Besides, we need to find a bigger restaurant; street stalls are too cheap."
"Okay, no problem, next time Li Yi and I will treat you both," Meijuan answered for Li Yi. "It's really fate that we're here today; Li Yi and I were just thinking of coming here too."
Wenjing noticed Yang Huan and Li Yi exchanging glances.
"Come on, let's have a drink," Yang Huan raised his glass, proposing the idea.
The city, brightening and multiplying with colorful lights, adorned the city that never sleeps. A gentle breeze dispersed the daytime dust, bringing a refreshing breeze to the air. The
dinner began with laughter and clinking glasses, a lively conversation ensuing. Yang Huan and Li Yi talked the most, while Wenjing and Meijuan were relatively quieter. In a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, the four of them drank quite a bit of beer, concluding the dinner.
Wenjing and Yang Huan returned home after seeing their daughter; it was quite late.
Yang Huan started playing computer games, while Wenjing turned on the television. This was a common routine, almost an unchanging daily routine.
Yang Huan asked Wenjing, "What do you think of Li Yi and Meijuan?"
"They're nice," Wenjing replied, watching TV. She did indeed have a good impression of the couple; Li Yi's mature and charming image was already imprinted in her mind.
He said he'd invite them to get together in a few days. Should they go?
"A get-together is fine, but don't try anything funny," Wenjing said warily.
“What tricks could I possibly play? I think Li Yi is pretty good. It’s not bad for us to get together more often.”
“His wife is nice too.”
“Such a handsome man, and he only chose her out of a hundred.”
“How’s their relationship?”
“Of course it’s good.” Yang Huan closed the game: “Lost again. I’ve found that drinking lowers my intelligence. I’m going to take a shower and go to sleep first. I’ll wait for you.” Yang Huan closed the game and left the computer desk.
Yang Huan went to sleep. Wen Jing checked the time; it was already past eleven. Lili must not be online anymore, but Wen Jing still opened QQ.
Wen Jing immediately saw the message “Good luck.” and saw stories about *** sent by Xiao Li in her inbox. Wen Jing read each story very carefully, her heart pounding.
Wen Jing closed the computer, shocked and stimulated by Lili’s previous story. For some reason, the image of Li Yi appeared in her mind and connected with the stories Lili had told.
When Wenjing returned to the bedroom and lay down next to Yang Huan, Yang Huan woke up and asked, "What have you been looking at these past few days? Anything about adult games?"
"Yes, I didn't expect it to actually happen."
"How about we try it sometime when Li Yi and the others invite us?"
Wenjing felt her face flush. "Don't talk nonsense. If you have such thoughts, do you think others do too?"
"I think Li Yi and Meijuan are very open-minded."
"They're both more open-minded than me. Why are you so keen on adult games? Are you tired of me?" Wenjing punched Yang Huan.
Yang Huan hugged Wenjing tightly: "I think giving the person you love the greatest satisfaction is also a form of love."
Not long after, Yang Huan and Wenjing received an invitation from Li Yi and Meijuan to have dinner with the couple the following evening at a relatively upscale hotel in the west of the city.
Wenjing sensed this wasn't an ordinary dinner because she saw the mysterious expression on Yang Huan's face when he answered the phone. Sure enough, Yang Huan patted Wenjing's shoulder and said, "Be prepared today."
"I'm not going," Wenjing said.
"Play as the situation dictates. If you're happy, play for a while; if you're not, come back. Besides, you've met my friend, Li Yi. He's an idol. Even I'm ashamed of myself." "
Aren't you afraid I'll run off with someone else?"
"No, no, this is different from a lover. By the way, I found something for you to look at."
"What is it?" Wenjing asked curiously.
Yang Huan turned on the computer and quickly found a webpage: "Take a look yourself."
Wenjing waited for Ouyang to leave before sitting down to read it.
"To encourage both parties to seriously consider their personal conduct, respect individual privacy, and minimize unnecessary disputes and harm to the family, the following agreement is hereby established, and we hope both parties will abide by it.
1. Full respect for individual privacy: If either party objects to the disclosure of personal information such as address or phone number, neither party may inquire about it.
2. Full respect for the woman's wishes: Without the woman's consent, neither party may engage in any behavior against her wishes, nor may they use illegal means to achieve their goals . Please carefully consider the serious consequences arising from such actions.
3. Both parties should communicate with an open and honest attitude. It is recommended that both parties fully communicate their personal interests, hobbies, and preferences beforehand to avoid unpleasantness.
4. Regarding each other's physical condition, such as whether there are any infectious diseases or other unsuitable conditions, please consciously confirm and state this. Please carefully consider the serious consequences arising from such actions.
5. Neither party may use means that harm or make the other uncomfortable during communication. In particular, men should demonstrate gentlemanly conduct and fully care for and respect women.
6. Both parties should confirm their legally valid and genuine marital status."
7. If both parties have children, please restrain your behavior and strictly prohibit any behavior that could affect the next generation.
8. After the exchange ends, if one party has no intention of continuing the relationship, the other party must not pester or disrupt the other party's family.
9. Neither party is allowed to engage in any monetary transactions.
10. Neither party may engage in intimate behavior with the other party in public places or places where acquaintances know their identities. "
It seems to be the unspoken rule of this *** game," Wenjing thought.
To go or not to go? Wenjing no longer knew how to choose. These days, Lili's story had opened a window to another colorful world for her, but traditional values made her feel that she shouldn't be doing this. What should she do?
The next evening, Wenjing still decided to go to the party with Yang Huan. Perhaps it was because of Yang Huan's sweet words that night, perhaps it was because of her good impression of Li Yi, or perhaps it was out of curiosity and a desire to test the waters.
Once she made the decision, Wenjing felt much more relaxed. Although she didn't have the habit of dressing up specially, she still looked in the mirror for a long time before leaving and chose an outfit that she liked.
When Yang Huan and Wenjing arrived at the agreed-upon private room in the restaurant, Li Yi and Meijuan had already arrived.
They were a dashing and attractive couple. Meijuan wore a brightly colored dress, her trendy hairstyle and well-proportioned figure radiating sunshine and youth. Li Yi wore a dark t-shirt, polite and composed. For some reason, Wenjing seemed nervous when she saw Li Yi.
Compared to Meijuan, Wenjing was a different type. Her slender figure in a pale white suit, combined with her quiet temperament, reminded one of a lotus flower. Yang Huan, though a bit plump, was humorous and cheerful, the kind of man women liked to be around.
"The ladies look beautiful today. Meijuan is like a peony, and Wenjing is like a lotus," Yang Huan's compliment enlivened the atmosphere.
"I think Meijuan and Yang Huan are dressed very well today. They both have floral patterns."
The waitress began bringing drinks and dishes, also carefully observing the two couples. Suddenly, Yang Huan asked the waitress, "Who among the four of us is a couple?"
"Of course, it's the two of you and the two of them," the waitress replied without hesitation, pointing with her finger.
A burst of laughter erupted as the waitress first pointed to Yang Huan and Mei Juan, then to Li Yi and Wen Jing. Hearing the laughter, the waitress realized she had guessed wrong and quickly apologized.
The laughter represented everyone's consensus: the waitress had misjudged, judging solely by their first impressions of clothing and demeanor. But Wen Jing felt that Yang Huan had cleverly used the waitress's words to reveal everyone's true feelings, thus setting the stage for the next game. "Yang Huan is truly cunning," Wen Jing thought.
The gathering proceeded in a pleasant atmosphere. Meijuan's enthusiastic conversation complemented Yang Huan's perfectly. Li Yi and Wenjing spoke less, but during a toast, Wenjing felt Li Yi's gentle gaze. Though it was only for a fleeting moment, Wenjing felt as if she had seen into Li Yi's heart, and she had already accepted him in her heart. Amidst the laughter and conversation, Wenjing sensed that everyone had a clear purpose and was fully prepared for this game; it seemed everything was proceeding according to plan and procedure.

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