Paradise on Earth: Wife Swap

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The year Hong Kong returned to China, I graduated from university. Because of my good English and strong major (Business Administration and Marketing), I got a job as a market supervisor at a newly established American-owned company in Suzhou, a city known for its beautiful scenery and picturesque landscapes.
I wasn't a local and had no relatives or friends in Suzhou, so I poured my heart into my work. Three years later, due to my excellent performance, I was promoted to deputy head of the department.
In early 2000, I met Wen, a beautiful local girl two years younger than me who had just joined the company's secretarial office. The first time I saw her, I experienced love at first sight, a sudden flutter in my heart; I felt I had fallen for her.
Because of work, I had a lot of contact with Wen. While deliberately suppressing my feelings, I subtly approached her (because I had heard that locals were somewhat xenophobic and I was worried about rejection).
Our initial purely work-related conversations gradually developed into discussions about life, personal interests, hobbies, and so on. Later, we often exchanged jokes and sudden inspirations and ideas on QQ, and I felt the distance between us was closing.
I come from a small city in inland China, and my family's financial situation is average. Therefore, after I decided to pursue Wen, I worked even harder.
That year was really tiring (due to work, I was away on business trips for about half a month each month, inspecting and supervising branch office work), but it was fulfilling and felt very sweet.
In the latter half of 2000, one evening while on a business trip in Shenyang, I suddenly received a call from Wen. This was the first time she had called me personally. We talked for a long time, and her last sentence made me ecstatic: "I feel so bored and dull when you're not at the company."
The first weekend after I returned, I took the initiative to ask her out. When I took her home, we were reluctant to part at her apartment building.
For the first time, I kissed her, and she trembled all over, feeling a little nervous. Her little tongue was very smooth and delicate, and her mouth felt very sweet (maybe it was just my imagination).
From then on, we established a romantic relationship.
A little over a month later, she said her mother wanted to meet me and for the first time took the initiative to introduce her family situation.
It turned out that she grew up in a semi-single-parent family; her parents divorced when she was in the third year of junior high school, but I didn't know the reason at the time.
She and her father met once or twice a year, even though they lived in the same city. I found it a little strange, but didn't think much of it, worried about hurting Wen.
Her mother was beautiful, and Wen inherited her good genes and had even better potential.
Her mother was very strict, especially towards men. I guessed it might be because of her failed marriage, so she was wary of every man who approached her daughter. Thinking about this, I let it go.
Later, Wen told me that after her mother learned about me, she thought I was alright, except that I was from out of town. There was another reason that was both laughable and absurd: I was handsome.
I said to Wen at the time, "What kind of logic is that?" Wen gracefully avoided my question, and I didn't delve into it.
In May 2001, at her mother's request (and I was secretly pleased), we got married. That year, I was 27 and she was 25.
My parents also came from our hometown to bless us. Wen was very filial and treated my parents very well. I was truly grateful to God for giving me such a perfect wife; I was completely content.
On our wedding night, Wen and I had our first physical intimacy.
She was petite and slender, with fair and smooth skin, and firm, well-proportioned breasts. Her areolas were a bright red, slightly dark, and her vulva was tightly closed and clean, especially beneath the thick, dark pubic hair.
That night, she was very aroused and bled quite a bit. When my penis entered, I felt a tight grip, heat, and slippery wetness. We barely slept that night, not getting up until almost noon the next day. I felt a little embarrassed when I saw my mother-in-law's somewhat strange look.
Wen didn't bleed that night, and I didn't pay much attention to it. In my mind, Wen had a strict upbringing and went to university locally, so I assumed I was her first man.
I attributed the lack of bleeding to Wen's dance experience during her studies, or perhaps cycling, etc.
At the time, my mother-in-law wanted us to live with her, but Wen was somewhat unwilling (of course, I agreed). In the end, we bought a large 148-square-meter, three-bedroom, two-living room, two-bathroom apartment in the industrial park (the apartment is related to the later events, so I'll introduce it here). Compared to the skyrocketing housing prices in Suzhou afterward, I was very fortunate to have avoided working for developers for free for ten years.
In June 2002, Wen gave birth to a son, which made me incredibly happy.
Later that year, we moved into our new house, and those were truly wonderful times. Wen and I grew even closer, and the postpartum depression I had feared didn't affect her.
Wen recovered her figure well after childbirth, looking even more radiant than before. The only thing she didn't like was going to clubbing.
I dislike the chaotic environment of clubbing, and unless it's for work or entertaining clients, I absolutely avoid entertainment venues. I prefer reading and moderate exercise. Thinking that clubbing could help Wen maintain her beautiful figure, I didn't interfere too much.
After accompanying her a few times, I refused to go to those places anymore, but later Wen often went with colleagues and friends.
Every time she returned home late at night, drenched in sweat, I couldn't resist having a passionate encounter with her. The living room, kitchen, study, and bathroom all bore the marks of our passion.
Wen became increasingly passionate and proactive, leading me to jokingly call her "Little Pervert" and "Little Pervert Mother."
My mother-in-law took care of the baby, which prevented interference with our work and also protected the baby from the residual harmful substances from the new house renovations. This allowed us to enjoy our sweet life as a couple again.
After giving birth, Wen, with our harmonious married life, was practically a perfect blend of a young girl and a young woman.
She would often come back from shopping on weekends and whisper to me that people were always staring at her, making her feel both annoyed and a little smug.
I would say, "It's not their fault if they look at you, but it is your fault that you're so alluring." She would then playfully scold me, and we would "fight" together.
During that time, it felt like living in paradise, with always a few moments of... One day at the end of the year, Wen came home from work and told me that she had overheard the boss, Jason, on the phone in his office, saying that he was considering promoting me after New Year's Day.
Sure enough, three days later, the old man called me in for a talk. He evaluated my past work and said that the Chinese company was preparing to send me to the US headquarters for three months of training, along with adjustments to the national layout and structure. Afterward, I would return to take up the position of general manager of the newly established Southern Branch (South China and Central South regions), where I would strengthen market sales coordination and management at a higher level, adapting to the expanding production layout of our clients. The branch
would be located in Guangzhou. I hesitated. This meant separating from Wen; but on the other hand, I was turning 30 soon. As the saying goes, "At thirty, one stands firm," and a man needs his own career to support him.
When I asked Wen for her opinion, she supported me without hesitation. This moved me deeply. "With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?"
Thus, I spent my first Lunar New Year away from Wen after our marriage in the US. Although we exchanged messages of longing via email every day, it didn't solve the problem.
On New Year's Eve, I called Wen (and by the way, I want to criticize China Telecom; compared to international call rates in the US, China Telecom is practically robbing people). Listening to Wen crying on the phone, telling me about her longing and how she was about to give up, I wavered. Was work really that important?
We were finally back, and we entwined ourselves together with an insatiable thirst, taking from each other and expressing our longing for one another. Finally, exhausted, we stopped and embraced each other as we washed.
Seeing Wen's wet, tangled pubic hair, her swollen, red vulva, and the remaining secretions from both of us filled me with awe.
While cleaning her up there, I jokingly asked, "Did you do anything naughty while I was away?" I immediately felt Wenwen's legs tense. Looking up, I saw her face flushed red, and after a long pause, she playfully said she was very virtuous.
Just as I was hesitating about accepting the appointment, my mother-in-law offered her opinion, essentially saying that a good man should prioritize his career, and besides, transportation is convenient now, and it's easy to go home. She
even added a joke, saying that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and as long as I didn't do anything to betray Wenwen while I was away, she would take good care of her daughter.
Wenwen blushed immediately and scolded her mother-in-law. In my memory, this was the first time my usually serious mother-in-law had joked like that.
After kissing my wife and children goodbye, I boarded a plane from Shanghai to Guangzhou in May 2004. Upon arriving in Guangzhou, I immediately threw myself into work.
On the one hand, the newly established branch office was a whirlwind of activity, busy setting up the division, adjusting personnel in subordinate provincial branches, restructuring the sales network, and formulating and implementing sales policies and plans. On the other hand, I was also focused on getting the branch office on track as soon as possible so I could go home to comfort my wife and visit my son.
Every night, no matter how tired I was, I would insist on reading and replying to Wen's emails after returning home late at night.
Later, although emails better expressed our longing for each other, they were too time-consuming and energy-draining, so we gradually switched to phone calls. Although phone calls weren't as good as emails, we could reminisce about them often.
Four months later, the branch office was on track, and business had grown significantly (the company manufactures electronic components). Finally, I could go home for the National Day holiday. To surprise Wen, I didn't tell her beforehand.
When I got home, the faint fragrance of incense made me feel warm and cozy. Since it was still early after work, I went to the market and bought a lot of things to cook a good meal for my wife.
The food was finally ready. I lit incense and candles and quietly waited for Wen's return.
It was getting dark, but Wen still hadn't returned…
Finally bored, I went into the master bathroom to take a shower first, so I could save time before our fun while waiting for Wen to come back, hehe! Seeing the laundry basket piled high with Wen's dirty clothes, I couldn't help but smile wryly. That little lazybones!
I picked up the basket, ready to go to the balcony to do the laundry, but then I was stunned when I saw the sexy lingerie at the bottom of the basket. When did Wen buy this? Why didn't she say anything? Did she prepare it in advance? I
picked up the lingerie and examined it closely: a semi-transparent, half-cup black tulle bra with a bright little rose embroidered in the center, flanked by two small blue leaves. The thin shoulder straps and back straps were incredibly elastic.
This girl, such sexy lingerie, and wearing so little in the summer, isn't she afraid of showing too much? This bra barely covers most of her breasts!
Then I looked at the panties, and they made my nose bleed even more. They were made of the same material as the bra, thin, with colorless secretions hardened in the crotch area. They didn't cover her bottom at all. Was it comfortable to wear them between her legs?
Even more unbelievable was the presence of black sheer stockings and lace-trimmed garter belts! I was stunned! There was also an equally sexy set of lingerie.
How could Wenwen be so sexy? I could imagine myself wearing that; I wouldn't sleep a wink all night.
Around 7:00, I finally heard the door open; Wenwen was back. The door opened, and I could hear her voice, like she was coquettishly talking on the phone.
When she saw me standing in the living room looking at her, Wenwen froze, motionless for a long time.
I smiled and walked over, hugging her. She flinched away, hanging up the phone in a panic. I was a little confused by her reaction.
After she changed into her slippers, Wenwen gracefully walked over, sat on my lap, and asked me sweetly why I had suddenly come back. I hadn't turned on the lights or given her any warning; it had scared her.
Smelling Wenwen's fragrance, my mind seemed to freeze; all my previous questions vanished. I barely managed to control my excitement when I suddenly noticed a faint, almost imperceptible smell of smoke on her, in addition to her familiar scent.
I casually asked, "Wenwen, why do you smell of smoke?"
She paused, then replied casually, "Maybe I picked up some smoke from the meeting room today!"
I didn't think much of it, and immediately picked her up, saying, "Let's eat first!"
We ate our meal affectionately, when suddenly I remembered the sexy lingerie and asked what it was about. She gave me a flirtatious glance and said it was for me.
I asked, "Aren't those kinds of underwear uncomfortable to wear?"
She said she wasn't used to them at first, but she got used to them after wearing them a lot, and chuckled, saying that wearing them felt like someone was fiddling with her private parts.
Looking at her expression, I couldn't resist any longer and picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom.
Once inside, she quickly jumped off the bed, saying she wanted to take a shower first, then rummage through the closet before slipping into the bathroom and locking the door. Helpless, I could only lie on the bed and wait for her.
After a long while, Wenwen came out, and my eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw her. Wenwen was wearing the exact same style of lingerie as that sexiest set, only it was all red.
A red sheer bra, red thong, red garter belt, and stockings. My eyes were reddened by the sight, my eyes turned red, the whole world was red.
I panted, pounced on Wenwen, pinned her down, and rubbed her vigorously. Wenwen's voice came from afar: "Am I beautiful?"
I kissed her: "Beautiful! Makes me dizzy. Wenwen, I love you!"
Wenwen rolled over and straddled me, lowered her head, grasped my now incredibly hard and much larger penis, and slowly took it into her mouth.
Watching it gradually disappear into Wenwen's red lips, feeling the heat and moisture, my heart was intoxicated.
Wenwen's soft little tongue kept circling around the "little opening" and the ridge, almost making me unable to hold back.
Wenwen suddenly pressed her head down hard, and I felt my penis enter a narrow, bottomless place. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I ejaculated. After a long while, Wenwen raised her head, her little tongue occasionally licking her lips, looking at me seductively.
I was grateful; it was the first time I'd received this kind of service. But I also felt a little ashamed because Wenwen wasn't satisfied yet. I leaned over Wenwen and began to suck on every part of her body with my tongue.
When I reached between her legs, I saw that the crotch of her panties had almost become a rope, nestled between Wenwen's elegant, moist lips, while her engorged, bright red labia stubbornly peeked out; some pubic hair also responded, peeking out from the fine mesh of her panties.
At that moment, I felt my brain rush with blood, and I pressed myself against her, sucking desperately.
All I remember is being able to suck on something incessantly, my head being tightly clamped between Wenwen's legs… Finally, Wenwen pushed me away, straddled me, pulled aside her panties, pointed my penis at her, moved it back and forth a couple of times, and then sat down. We both let out satisfied groans at the same time.
Now I only remember that it was almost dawn when we finally stopped, and before falling asleep, I vaguely felt grateful that it was the weekend.
Finally, after the National Day holiday, with Wenwen's tears and hesitant expression, I left my wife and children and returned to Guangzhou. Thankfully, the branch office was back on track, and I could finally stop working myself to the bone.
But while time had increased, my phone calls with Wenwen gradually decreased. A month passed, and twice I couldn't reach her at all.
I hadn't heard anything from the company about promoting Wenwen, and my mother-in-law didn't know where she was either—something that had never happened before.
Although Wenwen quickly called back to explain that she was dancing with friends in a lounge and hadn't noticed her phone was dead, I still had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
But I couldn't quite put my finger on it, so I could only subtly remind Wenwen to be careful.
It was almost New Year's Day 2005. With the branch office signing sales agreements with the China headquarters of several multinational companies, the 2004 sales target was achieved ahead of schedule, and I could return to Wenwen's side a week earlier.
This time, I still didn't inform Wenwen in advance. On the one hand, I wanted to continue to surprise her; on the other hand, I had some doubts in my mind and wanted to find out quietly, so as to avoid hurting Wenwen by making my doubts public.
When I got home in the afternoon, the tightly closed doors and windows made the indoor temperature slightly higher than the outdoor temperature, and there was a stuffy feeling due to the lack of air circulation.
I opened the windows to ventilate the room and was surprised to find a thin layer of dust on the living room furniture. Of course, it wouldn't be noticeable unless you looked closely. It seemed that Wenwen hadn't cleaned for half a month.
Where was my mother-in-law? Why didn't she come to clean? I smiled bitterly and repeated the work I had done last time I came home, grumbling about Wenwen in my heart.
While washing Wenwen's pile of unwashed clothes and sheets, I finally discovered something that made me ashamed, angry, sad, and sad: three sets of sexy lingerie of different styles, one of which, a butterfly-shaped pair of panties, had an open crotch.
The only similarity was the presence of white and yellow solid residue in the crotch area; the older residue was yellowish, the younger white.
This was definitely not Wenwen's discharge, as she had never had any gynecological problems and her physiological functions were normal.
With trembling hands, I picked up the dark blue sheer open-crotch thong with the white solid residue and slowly brought it to my nose. A familiar scent filled my nostrils—the same scent as the residue I used to relieve myself with my hand when I missed Wenwen in Guangzhou.
Spreading out the sheets, the patches of stains mercilessly mocked me. The sky had fallen, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
I sank silently into the living room sofa, watching the cigarette butts that occasionally lit up in the darkness and the three pairs of underwear of different styles faintly visible on the table in front of me. I don't know how much time had passed when I heard the sound of a door opening, followed by the soft murmurs of a man and woman flirting.
"Ugh, why does the house smell so strongly of smoke?" It was Wenwen's voice.
"Turn on the light quickly, or there might be a fire!" It was a strange man's voice.
"Snap..." The crystal chandelier in the living room suddenly shone a blinding light. I squinted to adjust to the sudden light.
“Husband…” Wenwen stared at me, speechless, her face turning deathly pale. Beside her stood a tall, handsome young man, impeccably dressed in a suit, his hair gleaming.
He looked at me, paused for a moment, then turned and ran away. I remained seated on the sofa, my eyes fixed on my wife.
I pointed to the underwear on the table and said hoarsely, “Can you explain? I want the truth.”
“Husband…” Wenwen burst into tears, sobbing.
“I want you to tell me the whole story, and maybe you’ll still have a chance to call me husband,”
I said coldly, but who knew my heart was breaking?
Wenwen threw herself at me, kneeling on the floor, hugging my legs, saying, “Husband, don’t abandon me! I’ll listen to you, I’ll tell you everything.”
It turned out he was her college classmate, her first love.
Because of her strict mother-in-law, she had hidden it well. As graduation approached, Wenwen lost her virginity to him, and they spent every spare moment together until they left school.
After graduation, the man's grades were average, and he couldn't find his ideal job, so he returned to his hometown in Northeast China, and they gradually lost contact.
From then on, Wenwen began to resent her mother, believing that her mother had unknowingly ruined their relationship. From then on, Wenwen developed a liking for bouncing, using this as a way to exhaust herself and forget him as soon as possible.
Just as Wenwen was about to be able to calmly deal with the matter, she met me…
From initial contact through work to a deeper understanding, Wenwen unconsciously became dependent on me; if she didn't talk to me for a day, she felt something was missing.
After we officially became a couple, Wenwen resisted giving herself to me several times, worried that I would discover she wasn't a virgin and that I would look down on her.
After marriage, Wenwen's worries finally subsided because I never asked about her past relationships. Having let go of her psychological burden, she finally devoted herself wholeheartedly to this relationship.
Because I pampered her, loved her unconditionally, and we had a harmonious sex life, she felt like the happiest person in the world, especially after we had our child.
However, after I went to the United States for training, the sudden single life made Wenwen feel incredibly lonely, especially the difficulty of sleeping alone every night.
She felt that her libido had become stronger after childbirth, but because of our harmonious relationship, the problem didn't surface. However, after we separated, she became aware of the issue.
A little over a month after I went to Guangzhou, Wenwen's first love suddenly came to Suzhou to find her.
It turned out that he had been sent to Suzhou by his company to conduct business. He told Wenwen that he had volunteered to be sent there. Wenwen was quite touched, but didn't think much of it.
But then, this guy started asking Wenwen out every few days, launching an offensive with sweet words. Wenwen gradually couldn't resist and began to pay more attention to her appearance.
One day, while browsing the internet, she accidentally saw a website selling sexy lingerie. Wenwen became somewhat obsessed, imagining herself wearing these clothes and her first love's infatuated expression. So she mustered up her courage and ordered several sets by mail.
Two weeks before I returned home for the National Day holiday, Wenwen put on these lingerie and officially started dating him.
On the day I returned, Wenwen left work early (because on Fridays, if work was finished, she could leave a little earlier) and went to her first love's place for dinner.
After dinner, the two couldn't help but become intimate. When Wenwen's outer clothes were removed, he was stunned by her alluring body in sexy lingerie and couldn't help but call out, "Wife."
But Wenwen was jolted awake from her daze and remembered her loving husband, so she reluctantly rejected her first love and went home.
When she was almost home, he called Wenwen to apologize, which led to the earliest scene.
Because of her guilt, Wenwen imitated a scene from a pornographic video and gave me my first oral sex.
After the happy and sweet married life during the National Day holiday, I left Wenwen again, which made her feel even more lonely and isolated. Although we talked and video chatted every day, it could never replace a living person.
At this time, her first love seized the opportunity to contact Wenwen on QQ and entice her to video chat. Finally, a month after I left during the National Day holiday, Wenwen couldn't resist having sex with him online for the first time.
At the time, Wenwen considered that it wasn't real physical contact, and since they had already had physical contact before, she comforted herself by saying it wasn't a betrayal.
However, this video sex gave Wenwen a huge thrill, but feelings of unreality and dissatisfaction began to plague her.
Finally, a week later, Wenwen couldn't resist going to see him. That night, she stayed at his place, which was the first time I couldn't contact her.
After they had sex, Wenwen cried, and he comforted her, saying: "Love and sex can be separated." Wenwen gradually accepted this view after his repeated insistence, and then began to act recklessly.
The night before I returned home for the New Year's holiday, Wenwen brought her first love home, and they had passionate sex for almost the entire night. During her detailed description, I gradually became unusually excited, and my penis gradually became erect.
Wenwen noticed this, glanced at me timidly, and began to tentatively touch my penis. Seeing that I didn't react, she boldly took it out and began to give me oral sex. Clearly, he was much more skilled this time than before.
At this point, I was incredibly excited and didn't care about anything else. I pushed Wenwen away, roughly forced her onto the sofa, ripped off her outer clothes, revealing a set of light green sexy lingerie, with her underwear also having an open crotch.
Looking at Wenwen's somewhat disheveled and swollen private parts, a familiar smell of male bodily fluids mixed with a sour odor wafted up.
Wenwen explained softly that they had done it again before going out for dinner, and then said she was going to wash up.
I didn't agree, silently grasped my penis, parted Wenwen's crotch, and thrust it hard into her private parts. It was slippery and hot, but I could clearly feel that it wasn't as tight as before.
I pounded into Wenwen somewhat retaliatoryly, and after a few thrusts, I heard "plop, plop" sounds coming from our point of contact. That night, it was almost non-stop.
The next day, looking at Wenwen, her face streaked with tears, sleeping soundly, I left home without a word and returned to Guangzhou. From then on, I never answered Wenwen's calls again. She texted me, saying she wanted to come to Guangzhou to see me, but I refused.
As Lunar New Year's Eve approached, I hadn't adjusted my mindset and was preparing to spend the Spring Festival alone in Guangzhou. My mother-in-law and parents called one after the other.
My mother-in-law only said three things: first, Wenwen was sorry to me; second, she was sorry for not raising her daughter well; third, she didn't object to any of my decisions, but hoped I would think it through.
My parents called to scold me, saying that I wasn't even going home for the Spring Festival because of work, but luckily I had my daughter-in-law and grandson with me. Then they gave me a few words of advice, telling me to take care of myself. Obviously, Wenwen was afraid of hurting my parents and had hidden
the real reason. My heart was in turmoil. I love Wenwen, but traditional education makes me hate her infidelity. Even if we divorce, what then? My baby will be without a mother, my parents and mother-in-law will be heartbroken and disappointed, and my colleagues will look at me strangely.
The key thing is that I still have feelings for Wenwen that I can't let go of. I think I need time to heal.
That Spring Festival, I stayed alone in a hotel in Guangzhou, browsing articles I accidentally came across describing infidelity and swapping, marveling at them while masturbating. The strange stimulation made me unable to stop. Looking back now, it's really funny.
Six months have passed, and time has gradually healed the wounds in my heart. I started communicating with Wenwen again, and I was able to calmly analyze the crux of the problem with her.
Hearing my son's innocent voice calling out, "Daddy, I miss you..." on the phone, I knew I should go home.
During this time, through a friend's recommendation on QQ, I joined a group about sex swapping. I communicated with strangers in the group, trying to understand their thoughts. At the
end of 2005, through their introduction, I joined the "Happy White-Collar Club..." I browsed it almost every day, though I spent most of my time lurking.
After more than half a year of communication in the QQ group and browsing this website, I think I accepted this basic theory: love and sex can be separated; satisfying and passionate sex can further promote the sublimation of love!
At the beginning of this year, I started considering whether to recommend this website to Wenwen. Because of the previous changes, I was worried about whether she could accept it, or whether she would suspect that I was punishing her in a roundabout way.
My wife and I discussed her previous infidelity, sharing our perspectives. Wenwen frankly admitted that this affair gave her a familiar yet intense thrill, especially because she felt no psychological burden, making her very open and willing to try various positions and variations. She even felt a childish smugness, like someone who hadn't been caught after a secret tryst.
As she read more and more articles about partner swapping, she frequently fantasized about her having sex with other men (including her first love), finding it very exciting. This made her extremely aroused during sex with her, experiencing exceptionally intense pleasure.
My wife often asked me what was wrong, why she was so excited. I didn't answer. Should I tell her that I was fantasizing about her being fucked by someone else while we were together?
These frequent fantasies made me want to try it myself; maybe finding a partner to swap partners would be very exciting! But how could I tell my wife? I thought excitedly, and a plan slowly formed in my mind.
Later, my wife and I frequently visited adult websites together, gradually introducing her to articles about partner swapping. At first, she was shy and hesitant to read them, but I encouraged her and explained the concept to her.
“That’s really daring!” Wenwen exclaimed.
“Actually, it’s possible. It can increase interest between couples, and if handled well, it can even improve their relationship.” I shared my perspective: “As long as the couple has a good relationship and can honestly exchange their views and confirm each other’s attitudes, there won’t be any problems. Look how excited they are, aren’t they?”
After discussion, my wife accepted this idea, and then we often went to websites like “Happy White-Collar Workers…” to read articles about this kind of thing. When we got excited, we would have intense sex.
While we were having sex, I would say things like, “How about we do this too? Let other men fuck you…” and so on. This would make my wife even more excited and more enthusiastic in responding to my thrusts, especially feeling a tightness down there.
From then on, we liked this method of increasing sexual interest, and my wife often put herself in the role and responded to me more openly.
I felt the time was right, so I suggested to my wife that we do a swapping session. My wife agreed shyly but also with some anticipation, and then we started contacting a couple from Nanjing that I had met on QQ.
The man, Lin, was 33 years old, 172 cm tall, and quite muscular; his wife was satisfied with him.
The woman, Ya, was 31 years old, fair-skinned and beautiful, worked at a bank, and was quite tall, at 170 cm.
It was also their first time, so we started dating, chatting via video to ask each other about our views on sex, preferred sexual practices, and so on.
My wife and I often teased each other's wives, finding it very exciting. My wife was always very passionate when we were intimate; it seems women can be really scary when they let loose!
After a month of dating, we decided to go to a resort in the suburbs where they lived. It was quiet, away from the hustle and bustle, perfect for us.
On May Day, we left our child with my mother-in-law, and my wife and I went to Nanjing with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
At the highway exit, we saw their car; they seemed quite excited too, as the two cars drove directly to the resort.
After entering the living room of the villa, I sat next to Ya, and Lin sat next to my wife. Perhaps a little shy, we were both silent at first.
Gradually, everyone relaxed and began to talk, gradually touching on sensitive topics. The women were no longer reserved and boldly responded to each other's teasing.
I put my arm around Ya's waist, whispered some suggestive words in her ear, and felt her body heat up, her breathing become heavy, and her fair face flushed crimson...
I felt excited, and my penis hardened. I pulled her into my arms, kneading it up and down. My wife and Lin were also intimately whispering together, his hand stroking Wenwen's leg.
I felt it was about time, so I gave Lin a wink, and then everyone laughed and walked arm in arm with each other's wives to their respective bedrooms.
I hugged Ya and kissed her lips. Her body was very sensitive, and she quickly responded passionately. As I tasted her tongue, my hands caressed her body, and my desire grew stronger.
I took off her clothes, and Ya's fair body was revealed before me. Her slender figure was shapely, and the dark, shiny pubic hair below her flat, slightly stretchy abdomen beckoned me to explore the more beautiful scenery there.
My little brother was already rock hard. I pounced on Ya on the bed, pressing down on her burning body and starting to kiss her.
Her breasts were full and felt wonderful in my hands. I kissed one while kneading the other, letting her snow-white breast change shape in my hands.
Ya's emotions were also running high, her snow-white skin glowing pink with heightened desire. When I kissed her vulva, it was already very wet.
Her pubic hair wasn't sparse, but it was dark and glossy. Her labia weren't black, just a slightly darker shade. Her vaginal opening was slightly open, and a considerable amount of vaginal fluid was flowing out.
"Come on, I can't take it anymore, mmm... mmm..." Ya couldn't bear my teasing and begged for my penetration.
I was almost at my limit too; my penis was hard and throbbing. "Can we not use a condom?" I pleaded with Ya.
"Mmm... whatever you want, hurry up!" I excitedly pressed against Ya's vulva, thrusting forward and smoothly penetrating her body
. A tight, hot pleasure instantly spread from my genitals throughout my entire body. My penis was tightly enveloped by her hot, wet vagina, feeling incredibly pleasurable. I began to thrust forcefully, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, penetrating deep inside Ya each time.
Ya kept trying to sit up straight as I fucked her, moaning incessantly. Soon, her vagina contracted rapidly, trying to suck my penis deep inside. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, her legs gripping my hips as if she wanted me to flatten her.
Ya's orgasm was intense and long, giving me a powerful pleasure. I pressed myself against her, kissing her, and began to speed up to match her climax.
Soon, panting, I asked, "Ya, I want to cum inside."
Ya didn't answer, but she held me even tighter, agreeing to my request with her actions.
At that moment, I had no other thoughts but to keep thrusting in and out of Ya's body, feeling wave after wave of intense pleasure surging from my genitals throughout my entire body.
The room was filled with the sounds of "slap slap," Ya's soft moans, and my heavy breathing.
Soon, I felt my orgasm approaching, and my penis grew even harder and larger. I used all my strength to thrust my penis into Ya's vagina, my burning heat shooting into her body along with my semen. She, too, reached her second orgasm under my stimulation.
I hadn't felt this intense pleasure in a long time. Our orgasms lasted a long time; all our strength had been used up in that encounter.
I lay motionless on top of Ya-xin, and we kissed, savoring the afterglow of our climax.
"So good. Are you comfortable?" I asked, stroking Ya's body.
"Mmm, very comfortable. You're so amazing, I almost fainted," Ya replied, her face flushed from the afterglow of her orgasm.
We teased each other, talking about marriage and sex, and soon we were ready to continue. This time, Ya took the initiative, giving me oral sex; her technique was excellent.
We adopted the woman-on-top position, and her movements were very passionate. Her plump buttocks swayed and rocked rapidly against my hips, giving me frequent and continuous pleasure.
Ya had great stamina; she remained on top until we reached another orgasm.
As Yaxin and I went to the bathroom, sexy sounds came from the other bedroom. We peeked through the crack in the door and saw my wife straddling Lin, her body rising and falling, her moans loud…
A thick penis was sometimes visible, sometimes hidden, with a ring of white foam around its base; my wife's hair seemed to be soaked with sweat, no longer flowing.
“Your wife is amazing!” Yaxin chuckled in my ear.
“Yeah, you’re just as good.” I stared intently at the point where my wife and Lin were joined.
My wife and I stayed in Nanjing for three days, both couples engaging in passionate sex, doing it whenever they needed to, trying many different positions…

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