From loving couples to swapping experiences, there are many.

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My husband and I met in 1999. At that time, I had just graduated from university and started working. I had never dated before, and the word "partner" was completely foreign to me. Please don't laugh at me; back then, I was a good student and rarely left the campus, and the people I associated with were also good students. My husband and I were introduced by a mutual acquaintance. I remember we first met in August, when the weather was still quite hot. Our first meeting was at his house; the matchmaker had brought me there. My first impression of him was good; he was clean and efficient. We chatted for a while, but nothing substantial happened, and then I left. After that, he often came to my school to see me, and even frequently bought flowers for me. My colleagues at school all said I was lucky, but at that time, I hadn't truly accepted him yet. We dated for two months, around October 1st. We had a two-day holiday, but I didn't go home (I lived in a single dormitory at the school). All my colleagues had gone home. He came over and asked me to go out to eat. I said it would be a waste to go out; let's eat at school, I'll cook for you. He said okay and went to buy groceries, so I got ready and started cooking. About 30 minutes later, he came back with a lot of groceries, and I said, "Why did you buy so much?" He said there should at least be enough to eat, so he cooked. As for eating, I won't go into details!
We sat down and started talking casually. My dorm room has two beds, so I sat on my own bed, and he sat opposite me. We chatted like this for about 40 minutes before he moved to sit next to me (by then, I also had feelings for him). I started to panic and didn't know how to sit properly. He said, "It's okay, you seem nervous." I felt my face turn red, but I said no. He moved closer and sat very close to me, almost touching me. I panicked even more and tried to stand up, but he held me back. That was our first skin-to-skin contact (I still think about it now...). He pulled me onto his lap, and I felt something hard pressing against me. I asked what was in his pocket, and he said shyly, "Keys." I didn't ask him any further (I later found out it was his...). He started to make advances (I don't want to write the details, but my husband insisted, saying everyone wanted to see them). He touched my breasts through my clothes. I didn't know what it felt like at the time; it was like a tingling sensation, indescribable. My thoughts started to get confused, and I don't know when his hand went inside my clothes... I wasn't wearing many clothes at the time, and he kept touching me here and there. I felt a burning sensation in my lower body, like I needed to urinate. He gently put me on the bed and then pressed down on me, making it hard for me to breathe. I don't know how long it lasted before he started taking off my clothes. I wanted to refuse him, but he said, "You'll be mine sooner or later, so give yourself to me." I grabbed his hand, and he used his other hand to take off my pants. After a long time of this, he finally took them off. I tried to squeeze my legs together to stop him from touching me, but he still managed to. I started to get excited and felt my nipples harden. (I won't go into the details; you can imagine.) To be honest, I didn't know whether I wanted it or not. I just held him tightly. We were both completely naked. He was on top of me, and I felt a warm sensation down there. He used one foot to spread my legs, and I let out a scream. His penis was right there on my genitals. I trembled all over and struggled again. With his sweet words, I finally became his woman. (Later, he often came to my dorm to be with me.) We got married quickly, and I became his bride. He was good to me, and we lived happily ever after.
What happened next was something I never dared to imagine in my life (a continuation of our couples' online dating experience)!
Yesterday, my wife posted about how we met in a relationship story, and today I'm posting about our couples' online dating experience!
We started dating in the summer of 2006. At the time, I found it unacceptable; it was simply impossible in our small county. But over time, I gradually accepted it. It was after reading Li Yinhe's articles and contacting such websites and netizens that I began to accept it. They kept guiding me on how to act, think, and talk to my wife, even asking her to go online so they could chat with her and use photos to arouse her. To be honest, I said I accepted it, but I didn't truly accept it in my heart. I didn't try to persuade my wife anymore, but I would often use such words to tease her during sex. Every time, I would get strangely hard, and my wife would be very excited. So I slowly tried to accept it while also testing my wife. My wife is a teacher and a very conservative woman. Every time I brought it up, she refused, and I didn't want to force her anymore.
In March of that year, we were preparing to buy a new house. Our old 60-square-meter apartment was too small, and I was looking for a suitable match. I can't remember exactly when, but I met a couple living nearby on QQ. They weren't exactly perfect, but they were decent too. So I chatted with them frequently on QQ, trying to see if they were a genuine couple. Gradually, I accepted them and thought they were nice. We started planning how to arrange a "housewarming" event with my wife. I bought the new house on May 1st, and I told them, "Let's meet up after we buy the house." That's how we arranged our first meeting with that couple. I was quite excited and thrilled. May 1st arrived quickly, and we successfully bought the house.
We started moving, organizing furniture purchases, and designing our new home. On May 6th, we actually moved into our new house. The first thing I did upon arriving was contact the couple online to schedule a visit. They said they were available on the 8th, so we booked it. To be honest, my wife completely disagreed at that time, and I didn't tell her about their arrival. The 8th arrived quickly, and I had an indescribable feeling: should we move or not? A dilemma!
They arrived. His wife was short but voluptuous. He was alright, a talkative emcee. We went upstairs and took our seats. He started telling dirty jokes, and his wife, not knowing what to say, just stayed silent and didn't laugh. I couldn't tell if it was okay or not. After chatting for a while, he said he and his wife would go to the bedroom alone to talk. I knew the real show was about to begin. He gestured for me to go and take a shower with his wife. I felt awkward watching TV in the living room. His wife went to shower, and a while later I heard her call me, saying she couldn't get the hot water out. I went to help her (by then she was already naked). I asked if we could shower together. His wife said yes. I quickly took off my clothes and went in. We showered each other for about 10 minutes. After we finished, we went to the master bedroom. That time, I couldn't concentrate at all. My mind was full of my wife. I was afraid—afraid she would be taken advantage of, afraid she would be mistreated, afraid he wouldn't be gentle enough. I finished quickly and stood by the window listening to the sounds inside. I could clearly hear my wife moaning, so I felt relieved and went back to bed to wait.
Time ticked by, and they seemed to have been doing it for over 30 minutes (the man was very skilled). I went in and asked my wife how it was, if it was comfortable. My wife didn't say anything and went to take a shower. They sat there for about 50 minutes before saying they had to go home. We didn't try to stop them, just saw them downstairs, and then my wife and I went back upstairs. That night, we did it again. I lasted a long time, and my wife was exceptionally excited. I asked my wife if it was comfortable. She said he licked her better than she did, and the sex... I didn't ask any more questions, and we never talked about it again.
This was our first time, and in my mind, it was an imperfect and unsuccessful experience. I strive for perfection, and once it's perfect, it loses its appeal. What follows is a threesome (continued) – a true story!
I've written about my wife and me before, and today, having nothing else to do, I wanted to summarize these swapping experiences and rewrite them!
Actually, my wife and I hadn't been involved in swapping for long when I fell in love with it because I'm very horny. Even now, thinking back on my feelings at the time, I still find them horny. When I first mentioned swapping partners to my wife, I didn't know how to even begin. I was incredibly anxious, unable to eat or sleep, my mind constantly preoccupied with finding a partner to swap with. It seemed like that would make me feel better. After much pleading and cajoling, my wife finally softened a little. I pressed her relentlessly, hoping it would happen quickly to avoid any unforeseen complications. Let
me introduce my wife: she's 168cm tall, 30 years old, and a master's student. She's not exactly stunning, but very sexy, with curves in all the right places, haha!
Anyway, back to the first time; I rushed home, and my wife asked what was up. I was itching to tell her I'd found a partner, but when the words actually came to my lips, I didn't know how to say it. I thought and thought: should I tell her? Is it really okay to swap? I felt incredibly conflicted. At the same time, there was a strange mix of emotions, an indescribable excitement, but I believe anyone who has swapped partners can understand. My wife had guessed pretty much it. She's rather introverted and it's hard for her to say, whether it was out of shyness or something else, she never spoke up. But this time she really couldn't hold back and said: "Have you been seeing someone?"
I don't even know how to describe my feelings at that moment. There was a bittersweet feeling mixed with a strange excitement! ...I was truly excited; tears welled up in my eyes. I asked myself honestly: Is this the thrill, the happiness I've been looking for? But after clearing my mind, I still said: "Honey, I found a couple today who want to swap partners and they're experienced." My wife didn't say anything, but I could tell she was just as upset as I was. She finally spoke: "Think about it yourself. I love you and always understand you. If you think it's okay..." I was speechless, stunned. I paced back and forth in the room, restless. My wife went to cook. I knew without even looking that she was crying, but I didn't dare comfort her. I knew how I felt; if I went, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself. About 20 minutes later, my wife brought back a hot meal. Seeing her red eyes, my heart sank. I really wanted to give up then and there, to stop this. My wife said, as always, so considerately: "Dinner's ready." We sat down and didn't say a word throughout the entire meal. I believe neither of us really ate; we were just waiting for the other to speak. We were both full, but neither of us spoke. My wife finished cleaning up and sat on the sofa next to me. She seemed to want to say something but couldn't bring herself to speak. I could tell what she was feeling, and finally, she said, "Call them over!" When I heard that, tears must have welled up in my eyes, but I hugged her, afraid she would see. (Now, when my wife asks if I cried that time, I always deny it.) I said, "It's okay. If they come and you don't like it, you don't have to change them. It's alright. Don't put too much pressure on yourself; it will backfire!" My wife didn't say anything more.
Time has flown by these past few days. Before, I always felt like the clock wasn't moving, but these past few days, it seemed like the clock was deliberately playing tricks on us. Soon, the day arrived! They came. His wife wasn't tall, but she was quite voluptuous, exuding the charm of a mature woman! He was also quite talkative; he was the emcee. He loved to talk and gestured as he spoke, like a leader giving a speech. He told a few dirty jokes, and my wife remained silent and didn't even look at them, just sitting there with them. We'd had guests often before, but this had never been so awkward. I believe my wife was hesitant, perhaps not wanting to continue, but she stayed to be considerate of my feelings. After a while, he said he wanted to talk to my wife alone in the bedroom. I knew what this meant, and I understood what would happen if my wife went with him. At that moment, I hesitated. I really wanted to end it there, but out of consideration for our relationship, I didn't speak. My wife stood up, seemingly waiting for me to say something. We stared at each other for about 30 seconds… I didn't say anything. I knew this could be our future happiness, or it could be our future disaster… He gestured for me to go take a shower with his wife. I felt awkward watching TV in the living room, so I hesitated, wondering what they were doing and saying in the bedroom, and what my wife was like.
His wife was very open and went to shower without hesitation. A while later, I heard her call me, saying she couldn't get the hot water out. I went to help (by then, his wife was already naked). At that moment, I wanted to grab her and have sex with her, because I was horny! But I was still hesitant because I had no idea what his wife was like. After much hesitation, I couldn't help but ask, "Can we shower together?" His wife said yes. I quickly took off my clothes and went into the bathroom. I saw that his wife had a decent figure, and I was incredibly excited, not caring about anything else. We showered each other for about ten minutes. After we finished, we went to the master bedroom. That time, I couldn't concentrate at all; my mind was filled with thoughts of my wife. I was afraid—afraid she'd be taken advantage of, afraid she'd be mistreated, afraid he wouldn't be gentle enough… With so many thoughts running through my mind, I finished quickly. His wife seemed to still be in that excited state, so I got up and stood by the window to listen to what was happening inside. I could clearly hear my wife's moans, very soft, almost inaudible. A weight lifted from my heart, and I went back to bed to wait. Time passed slowly, and I could sense that his wife knew what I was thinking. She said, "It's okay, if you're worried, go check on her." I said I wouldn't go; I was afraid my wife would feel awkward. They seemed to have been doing it for over 30 minutes (the guy was really good). Finally, I couldn't resist anymore and went in. I asked my wife how it was, if it was comfortable. My wife didn't say anything and went to take a shower. They sat with us for a while, chatting about unrelated topics. I wasn't in the mood to listen; I just wanted them to leave so I could ask my wife. About 50 minutes passed, and my wife remained seated without saying anything. They finally said they had to go home. We didn't try to stop them, just saw them downstairs, and then my wife and I went back upstairs. That night, we did it again. I lasted a long time, and my wife was exceptionally excited. I asked my wife if it was comfortable. She said his tongue was better than hers, and it was just so-so… I didn't ask any more questions, and we never talked about it again.
This was our first time!
After this experience, I seized the opportunity and organized another round. My wife had no idea. At the time, I was completely bewitched. Actually, there aren't many genuine couples like this online. I'm considering whether to invite that guy over for a threesome. With my careful planning, I invited the couple who had played with us last time. My wife had no idea this time, and I didn't tell her either. He came in the afternoon, I can't remember what time. After he arrived, we went to my bedroom. My wife was doing laundry. When she came out and saw him, she smiled. I could tell she was very unwilling, but she didn't show it on her face or in any way. Maybe that's what it means to be a cultured person.
After my wife finished, I called her to sit on the bed and said, "Want to warm up?" My wife didn't know whether to smile or not. She looked at me and didn't know what to say. To be honest, I'm very happy to have such a good wife. I had planned to play with my wife first while he went to take a shower, and then... Just then, as planned, he went to the bathroom to shower. As soon as he left, my wife said, "Why did you do this? Why didn't you discuss it with me?" I said, "What's the big deal? We're all acquaintances." I knew my wife was very unhappy and unwilling, but with my rounds of caresses and kisses, she started to get into the mood, just... Mmm… I cuddled with my wife for about 10 minutes. He had finished showering too, and he seemed very excited, saying, “Sister-in-law, I missed you so much!” I got off my wife and gestured for him to take her place. My wife was in a state of excitement and didn’t care about anything else. He went at me and bombarded me with pleasure, and my wife quickly came. Actually, it’s all just talk; only women who have truly experienced it can understand how comfortable it is to have two men and one woman. At that moment, I felt a pang of jealousy. We did this for about 50 minutes, and then we both showered. He didn’t linger, said a few polite words, and left. This threesome was probably the most successful one for us as a couple, and also the most exciting for my wife. Later, 5P and 9P weren’t as successful or as enjoyable.
I truly understand why we’ve come to like threesomes more. Every woman is selfish; they don’t want to see their husbands with other women. Not many wives are truly willing to share their husbands with other women, so we still love threesomes! (The above is from a previous post, with some modifications.) I'm a perfectionist, and once it's perfect, it loses its appeal. Please leave comments and suggestions if my writing isn't good; they'll motivate me more!
Continuing from the last post about the threesome, I recently had some free time at home and wanted to write about the fivesome that followed. The complex emotions I felt were unsettling!
That fivesome happened on the night of the threesome. After my wife finished cleaning up, I was constantly watching her mood because I had a strange feeling inside—jealousy or something else, I couldn't say for sure. Maybe it was what people say about the excitement of "watching your loved one do it with someone else."
While my wife was cleaning up, he called a friend. I didn't know who it was, assuming it was family or a friend, and didn't think much of it. After the call, he told me: "I've arranged to meet a couple from ×× place, they're really nice. How about we strike while the iron is hot and do another fivesome?" I was stunned. My wife and I were relatively new to this kind of thing, and I hadn't really discussed it with my wife yet. I didn't know what she was thinking, so I didn't immediately agree. I said: "Let me ask my wife and see what she says." He said okay, go ahead. I knew he definitely wanted to continue, but my husband and I were in a conflict at the time!
I went to my wife's side. I've never been one to hesitate before, but this time I really didn't know how to start. I stood behind her for a long time. When she finished tidying up, she turned around and saw me standing there dumbfounded, asking, "What are you doing here? Aren't you going to keep them company?" Although it was an ordinary question, the way she said it brought back that feeling in my heart, even stronger than before. I finally couldn't help but speak: "Honey, he just said there's a nice couple from XX place and he wanted to invite them to come over and have some fun. What do you think…?" My wife was stunned for a moment, opened her mouth, and said… "What do you think?" I really didn't know what to say. We were frozen like that for a while. Then he appeared behind us and said, "What's wrong? If you don't want to play, then don't. It's okay, I'll call them and tell them to go back." I said, "Why don't we invite them over?" As I said this, I didn't take my eyes off my wife's face; I was constantly watching her expression. Then my wife didn't say anything, just lowered her head and went out. I felt so bad at that moment… So we went out to the living room to wait for the unfamiliar couple to arrive!
About 30 minutes later, the couple arrived. For those 30 minutes, my mind was a mess; I didn't understand a word he said. (Hereafter, I'll refer to him as Liu, the couple as Zhang, and the husband as Rou). Liu said, "They're here. Shall we go greet them?" I said, "Of course." We escorted them to my house, exchanged pleasantries, and then got down to business. My wife hadn't come out of the bathroom yet, so I went to check on her and said, "Honey, everyone's here waiting for you." I don't even know how I said that. My wife replied, "Oh!" We came out together.
Zhang said, "Hello, sister-in-law." My wife's shyness returned, and she said, "Let's go have some fun!" Zhang said, "How shall we begin?" I interrupted, saying, "My wife just came once; could you be a little gentler with her?" My wife glanced at me; I knew I'd made a mistake and didn't say anything more. Liu said, "Let's start. Tell my wife and me to wait a bit." I didn't say anything. Liu had been with the couple many times and could see their tacit understanding. Rou said, "Brother, how shall we begin?" Hehe! Her laughter relaxed us a bit, and my wife even smiled slightly, which made me feel a little better. I said, "You guys play first, my wife and I will go to the living room." Zhang said, "No need, we just wanted you to see, how can you leave?" I said, "Okay then." Zhang said, "Brother Liu, you start? What, are you still shy?" Upon hearing this, Liu went up and hugged Rou, kissing her passionately. Rou was very uninhibited, and I heard her start moaning. Her moans weren't loud, but they were very alluring. I felt a little overwhelmed at that moment. I secretly glanced at my wife, who would look up and down at the same time. The three of them took off all their clothes in front of my wife and me. My wife and I felt a little embarrassed. Rou seemed to be getting into it, and her moans were much louder than before. Zhang said, "My sister-in-law and I are going to another bedroom to talk for a few minutes. You stay here and study." I said, "Okay." My wife then went into another bedroom with Zhang holding one of her hands. Liu said, "Come on, little brother, I can't satisfy Rou by myself." I started to take center stage, kissing Rou's breasts and head, while Liu began to work on her genitals. Soon Rou said, "You two are so naughty, who goes first?"
Liu said, "The younger brother goes first." My mind was still on the other bedroom, still on my wife, and I couldn't stop, so I took off my clothes and rubbed my already hard penis against Rou's vulva. Rou moaned softly, and just then I vaguely heard a "Mmm." I knew that was my wife's voice. My penis became even harder. I don't know if it was jealousy or something else, but I went in all the way. Rou cried out several times, followed by a contraction. I asked Rou, "What's wrong? Was it too fast?" She smiled and said, "I've orgasmed." I laughed! I don't know how I came to that laugh—was it revenge, excitement, or satisfaction?
Anyway, the laugh was very intense. I lay on top of Rou, letting her contract continuously. After about three minutes, Rou said, "Move a little, it's itchy inside." I knew she wanted it again, so I started another round of attacks, until I finally satisfied myself and ejaculated on her face after destroying her five times. Liu left sometime during the night, and I went down to another bedroom to check on them. Zhang was sitting to one side, and Liu and my wife were having sex. I asked Zhang what was wrong, and
he said they had done it three times today and he would come soon. We all laughed. After a while, Liu said he was going to play with Rou. I don't know what happened, but my penis got hard again. I climbed on top of my wife and inserted my hard penis. My wife was so familiar, and I didn't know what was wrong with me. It felt like our first love. A series of impulses kept coming, and I frantically thrust more than 50 times, ejaculating again. I pulled my penis out and ejaculated into my wife's mouth. At this moment, Liu and Rou came out. Liu brought Rou with him. He put Rou on our bed and told Rou to lick my wife's mouth. Liu didn't know I ejaculated in my wife's mouth, and neither did Rou. My wife couldn't open her mouth at the time, and Zhang just laughed. We watched this exciting scene from the side. Rou stuck out her tongue and kissed my wife's lips, but my wife just shook her head. Rou probably thought my wife was embarrassed, so she put her tongue into my wife's mouth. Zhang and I both laughed. Liu didn't know what was going on and wanted to ask, but we didn't say anything and just watched. Rou used her tongue to pry open my wife's mouth again, and they actually kissed. My wife seemed to swallow some and spat the rest into Rou's mouth. Rou then stood up and said, "What's a 'sister'?" My wife said, "It's the 'bad guy' one." We all laughed, and the five of us succeeded again.

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