Mature woman Sakura's husband-swapping journey ends with her sleeping with teacher Jingling.

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The encounters and fates of people are sometimes truly incredible.

Over a decade ago, my spouse and I, along with our finance manager and his wife, traveled to Canada (see another article for details: "The Unexpected 4P with Beautiful Teacher Jingling"). We fell in love with the Canadian lifestyle and began planning to immigrate. A few years ago, after our company shifted its business focus to mainland China, I started applying for immigration. Our whole family finally immigrated to Canada two years ago and now lives in Vancouver.

My acquaintance with the mature woman, Ying, began online; you could say we became friends through writing! I liked her articles and left her messages. She didn't know how to post pictures at first, so she asked me to help her, and we gradually started chatting.
Ying is 42 years old, 163 cm tall, and like Jingling, she's a Hakka from Hsinchu County. We graduated from the same high school and were classmates. Her husband is 50 years old, 173 cm tall, and a civil servant.
I'm 51 years old and 164 cm tall. Jingling is also 44 years old and the same height as me.

I often emailed Sakura, and at the end of each email or message, I would politely invite her to visit Canada. Towards the end of our conversations, I would sometimes mention that she had become my number one sexual fantasy and that I hoped to have a threesome or foursome with her, to which she would neither agree nor disagree.

Then, one day in early June, she surprisingly emailed me saying that business at her breakfast shop would be a little slower with the summer holidays starting, and the owner had agreed to let her take a short break. She wanted to come to Canada for a few days, and if I was willing to host her, she planned to buy her own plane ticket and come on her own. Of course,

I immediately replied, welcoming her.

A few days later, she messaged me saying that her husband had heard she was going to Canada and wanted to come with her too. What should I do?

Of course, I immediately replied again, welcoming her husband as well.

However, a technical problem arose. Sakura wrote in her email: First, her husband had no idea that she had posted anything online, not even pictures. Second, her husband didn't know what our relationship was or how we met. Third, her husband didn't know about our plans for a threesome or foursome. Fourth, if we don't share a room, are we still welcome them? Do we have enough rooms?

I replied: First, we will absolutely not mention her online posts, or even the pictures, to her husband. Second, we'll say that Jingling is Sakura's high school senior, and that we met Sakura in Hsinchu when we returned to Taiwan to visit relatives this year, and that's how we chatted and invited her to visit Canada. Third, while sharing a room with Sakura (3P or 4P) is what we're hoping for, we didn't specify that it had to be arranged that way when we invited her. Everything is up to us, whatever happens, happens. Fourth, our house is a standard detached house in Canada with four bedrooms, so even if her children come, they can fit.

That's settled. She decided to come in early July to accommodate her husband's schedule.

We waited and waited, and finally, the day Sakura was coming arrived. Jingling, because the house wasn't ready yet and she still had to prepare food for the guests, asked me to pick them up at the airport myself. Sakura and her family were flying China Airlines, arriving at Vancouver Airport around 8 PM.

Arriving at the airport, I waited a while, watching the passengers file out of their plane, and my heart started to race. I'd only exchanged letters with Mature Sakura, never even spoken on the phone. What was her personality like? Was she easygoing and approachable? Where was her husband? Although, as I am, Mature Sakura's husband enjoys watching his wife being fucked by other men. What if he discovered that Mature Sakura and we were conspiring to deceive him, or even secretly trying to cheat on him? What kind of misunderstandings and reactions would that cause?

Finally, I spotted a familiar figure on the airport surveillance screen. To make herself easily recognizable, Mature Sakura was wearing the mini floral dress she often wore in her selfies. Seeing her in person for the first time, I thought she was a little taller than in the photos. I'd seen many of her pictures, so it seemed I could almost see through her dress to her voluptuous figure. With my eyes closed, I felt like I knew every single mole on her body! I really wanted to strip her naked right there and then and fuck her hard.

Her husband followed behind her, pushing the luggage cart. He looked honest and kind. Compared to me, he was tall and strong. He seemed a little shaken by the language barrier after just passing the immigration officer; his face was flushed and his forehead was sweating.

Since it was our first meeting, and Jingling wasn't there, and I was afraid of saying the wrong thing, the atmosphere on the way home was a bit cold and awkward. I could only describe Vancouver as we passed, and they just listened quietly. We arrived at our house close to 10 pm. The mature couple, Ying and her husband, were very sleepy due to jet lag. They didn't eat the late-night snack Jingling had prepared for them, and went to bed after showering.

The next day, we drove them around, and we spent the whole day sightseeing, which was quite tiring. The most tiring thing was that you could sense everyone had their own agenda, making it impossible to openly chat. Even though we knew our guests were selfie enthusiasts and involved in group sex, we had to pretend we didn't know because of our prior agreement. As the host, I didn't want to steer the conversation in that direction.

The two families were unsure what to talk about, so Jingling and the mature woman, Ying, reminisced about their high school days, their hometown, and their respective lives after graduation. Both deliberately avoided discussing their experiences with selfies and wife-swapping.

Around 8 PM, after dinner, perhaps due to jet lag, the couple seemed a bit listless and wanted to go to bed early. I suggested they try something different and go to a well-known strip club in the city. At this suggestion, the husband's eyes lit up, and he perked up.

The group was ready, got into the car, and were about to set off when Jingling suddenly said, "Let's not go to that pub in Downtown."

I stepped on the brake and asked, "Why not that one?"

"There are a lot of acquaintances there."

"When did you start knowing people who go to pubs?"

"I'm worried that Ying-meimei might run into someone she knows."

Mature Ying said anxiously, "We don't know anyone here, so don't worry, don't worry."

Jingling pinched my thigh in exasperation and said, "I told you not to go to that one, so don't go."

I said irritably, "If not that one, then where should we go?"

Jingling said, "To the Blue Moon pub in the north."

I had only been to the Blue Moon pub in the north once; it was a tiny place with nothing to see. I wondered what Jingling was up to this time, muttering to myself as I obediently turned the car around and drove towards the northern suburbs.

On the way, I explained to Mature Ying and her husband that in Canada, watching striptease shows is basically free. Usually, you can just go into a pub, order a drink, and stand there all night without anyone paying you any attention. And here, pubs don't tip the strippers, unlike in America where you'd prepare a wad of small bills to slip into their bras or thongs.

As we were talking, we soon arrived at the Blue Moon pub. It was a small parking lot, with quite a few cars already parked. We pushed open the door, ready to go in. Unexpectedly, two or three burly men surrounded us, blocking our way. I glanced at the camera that was always with the mature woman Sakura's husband; it must be malfunctioning. I was about to ask him to put it back in the car.

The leader, Jingling, asked, "What's going on?" The

younger member of the group politely replied, "How many people?"
"Four."

"Please buy tickets, total 40 dollars."

Upon hearing that tickets were needed, I continued, "How many?"

"20 dollars per person, license plates free to tether."

"I never bought a ticket before," Jingling retorted, indicating she had never bought one. It seemed she'd been here a few times.

"Sorry, tonight is

the ladies' night, without tickets you can't get in," I said, glancing at Jingling, as if to say: See? We came all this way, and we still have to buy tickets.
Jingling looked at me and said, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and pay!"

The mature woman, Ying, said a little embarrassedly, "Wasn't it supposed to be free?"

Jingling winked at her and said, "Tonight is the first Friday of the month, it's 'Ladies' Night,' there's a special program, so men have to buy tickets, but women are free." Huh, how did she know?

After we bought our tickets, the moment the venue opened the door, wow! It was so noisy! The entire roof seemed to be lifted off the ground by the deafening sound system and screams. Various colorful laser lights flashed blindingly, making it hard for our eyes to adjust. The small venue was packed with people; there wasn't a single empty seat.

Just then, a curvaceous blonde woman in a beer company uniform walked towards us. I clutched a 20-yuan bill in my hand and handed it to her as we shook hands. She led us to the bar near the stage, smiling and asking the audience to make room for us.

We were quite late, so the show had apparently been going on for a while. After settling everyone in and ordering drinks, I noticed that the husband of the mature woman, Sakura, was practically drooling over the blonde beauty. No wonder, it was his first time experiencing foreign culture!

Jingling, on the other hand, was holding Sakura's arm, pointing and gesturing towards the stage. On a small stage, three muscular men were swaying and bobbing their heads as they danced energetically. The audience was completely surrounded by women—some fat, some thin, some old, some young, some pretty, some not so pretty—all seemingly hypnotized and bewitched, swaying and bobbing their heads to the rhythm of the hip-hop music.

It turned out we'd stumbled upon the legendary Lady's Night. (Hmm, was it really a coincidence? Hmph, I'll have to interrogate Jingling about this when we get back.) Tonight's show was entirely designed for women; originally, only women were allowed in, but later it was changed to allow men, though they needed tickets. No wonder there were very few men in the audience, besides a few male dancers.

As soon as one song ended, with the women's shouts, the second song began. The three muscular men moved in perfect unison; after just one measure, they turned and flung their shirts off into the audience, where they were snatched up. The muscular men's bronzed, firm, and powerful pectoral muscles gleamed, whether from sweat or oil.

Amidst the audience's frenzied screams, the three male dancers pumped their chests in unison, their muscles pulsating to the beat. The audience clapped along, creating an atmosphere of extreme excitement. After finishing another section, the three dancers turned and stomped their feet, their black trousers pulled down, leaving them in only small briefs.
Wow! She really impressed. The girls were even more engrossed and enthusiastic than the boys, really good at screaming. Several girls even put their fingers in their mouths and whistled loudly.

Caught up in this atmosphere, Jingling and the mature woman Ying seemed to have forgotten their husbands were beside them. No, they completely forgot they were both married women. Blushing, they stared at the bulging genitals of the muscular men. Following the men's provocative movements, Jingling grabbed the mature woman Ying's hand and squeezed to the front of the stage, joining in the hype.

After a hard-fought dance, the two women still remembered to find their way home. They were beaming as they walked back from the stage. Since they were the only two Asians present (don't hit me, Sakura! I don't mean "yellow-faced woman," I just mean East Asian), their every move gradually attracted the attention of the audience.

The three male dancers finished their dance and left the stage. Then, a black man and woman came on stage, dancing a Latin dance resembling a stickleback.

At this moment, a commotion arose in the crowd below. It turned out that the three male dancers who had just left were interacting with the audience. As they walked, the female audience members kept groping them—some asking for kisses, some patting their bare arms, some patting their firm buttocks, and some even reaching for their genitals. They didn't seem to mind. Damn it, if we guys watched striptease like that, we'd be beaten to a pulp in the street by now.

Those three male dancers seemed to be targeting us. While hurriedly dealing with the other audience members, they squeezed their way towards us. They walked up to us, greeted us, and then started talking incoherently. It was so noisy we couldn't hear a thing.

Eventually, one of them leaned in and yelled into Jingling's ear, and she yelled back. Only then did they manage to communicate and nod. While they were communicating, their other two male dancers were also busy. One stood behind Jingling, rubbing his genitals against her buttocks. The other grabbed the mature woman's hand and tried to touch his genitals. I was furious! To them, our husbands were practically invisible.
The audience around us were getting jealous; some started making noise, some wanted to join in, some reached out and touched our breasts, and some even pressed their large breasts against our faces. We had to stand up to defend ourselves. Some even took advantage of the chaos to grab our genitals.

After the two black men and women finished their two songs on stage, the MC DJ saw that things had calmed down enough. The three male dancers gave DJ a pass, and DJ lowered the music volume and asked the audience to be quiet so he could announce the program.

He essentially said that it was an honor to have two Asian women present that night. He wanted to invite them directly to be the ladies of the night, without any election. He asked if everyone agreed.

I quickly stood up and waved to stop them, but to my surprise, the audience erupted in cheers, all turning around to wave at me and applauding enthusiastically, indicating unanimous approval. This backfired; they thought my waving was a greeting to them.

I asked Jingling to stand up and say something, but she smiled and waved to the audience, remaining perfectly seated. The mature woman and her husband, Ying, were completely unaware of the impending disaster and remained motionless.
The host then said, "Since everyone agrees, please welcome the two main characters to the stage." The three male dancers then escorted Jingling and Ying to the stage. Upon reaching the stage, each of them picked up one of the women, Jingling and the mature woman Ying, and carried them onto the stage. Another male dancer, standing in front of the stage, randomly grabbed a girl and carried her onto the stage as well; that girl was having a blast!

Three bar stools were placed on the stage, and the host invited the three ladies to sit down, facing the audience. The mature woman Ying had no idea what the host was saying; she just kept smiling, while Jingling gestured for her to follow along.

Afraid that the mature woman Ying's husband would be upset, I turned to him and said, "It's okay to come out and have some fun, right?"

Unexpectedly, her husband seemed to have been looking forward to it, saying, "This is great! Could you ask if we can take pictures?" I went to ask the blonde bombshell who had led us in, and she said that friends of the Ladies of the Night said we could do whatever we wanted tonight.

Upon hearing my explanation, the mature woman Ying's husband immediately grabbed his camera and squeezed to the front of the stage.

The music had started playing on stage, and three male dancers stood in front of the female guests, swaying their hips and rubbing their engorged genitals against them. With the cheers of the audience, the dancers' actions became increasingly unrestrained; the third woman had already pulled out one of the dancers' penises and was vigorously stroking it.

The host encouraged Jingling and the mature woman Ying to let loose and have fun. Jingling hesitated, but the audience kept shouting, "Go! Go!"

Jingling blushed and reached into the underwear of the male dancer in front of her. The moment she touched his heavy, hairy testicles, she trembled with excitement. His penis, probably never before touched by such tender hands, even its seasoned erection instantly swelled several times its normal size, popping out of his underwear. A shiny, throbbing, black penis bounced onto Jingling's face.

Seeing this, the mature woman Ying followed suit, reaching out to stroke the male dancer's muscular abs. Her hands roamed over his body, from his abs to his chest. She seemed particularly fond of his firm buttocks, her hands constantly touching that area. The male dancer simply pulled down his underwear, turning his back to her, letting her touch him to her heart's content. When he was completely naked, facing the audience, the entire hall erupted in cheers once more.

The man bent down and grabbed one of the mature woman Sakura's hands from behind, making her masturbate his penis from behind. The foreigner's penis was thick and long, but thankfully not very hard, so it wasn't difficult for Sakura to masturbate.
Look at the woman on the far right; her robe was half-undone, revealing half of her breasts and a pair of long, slender legs. In the center of the stage, Jingling's bra had been pulled down and was on the floor, all the buttons on her chest undone. The male dancer grabbed her snow-white, full breasts, kneading her nipples desperately. Jingling writhed under his pinching, her face flushed, her eyes tightly closed, her hands gripping his 10-inch penis, sucking on it with her small mouth, her tongue occasionally flicking like a snake's tongue, probing the male dancer's glans.

The host held the microphone to the male dancer's mouth, and all that could be heard was him moaning with pleasure. The host then brought the microphone close to Jingling's mouth, and the room filled with her moans and groans of pleasure. The audience joined in with their own moans.

Sakura's husband was surprised that the seemingly virtuous and dignified Jingling was so adventurous. He was incredibly excited. But being a seasoned sex addict, he remained calm, relentlessly snapping photos of Jingling's exposed body.

I was burning with desire, wondering where to release it, when the blonde bombshell who had led us in somehow appeared beside me. I thought, since she said the ladies of the city could do whatever they wanted, I decided to go for it.

I grabbed her and pulled her into my arms. She screamed, "No...no...no..." I didn't care; I ripped her simple, thin uniform and grabbed her large breasts.
Wow~~ those foreign girls' breasts are truly extraordinary. Not only are they large and full, but they're also firm and elastic, and it feels really good to rub them. Unfortunately, the texture of their skin is far inferior to that of us Eastern girls; it feels a bit rough to the touch. Under the lights, viewed from the side, there's quite a bit of body hair on their breasts, but it's not easily noticeable because it's blonde.

She pretended to struggle a few times, then naturally sat down. She unzipped my jeans, pulled out my already throbbing penis, and, in full view of everyone, bent down to give me oral sex. Wow~~ that foreign girl's oral skills are top-notch! Her tongue is soft and long, it feels like it could wrap around my huge cock and still have room to spare. Her warm, soft tongue circled the glans while tightly wrapping around my penis—it felt amazing!

I glanced at the stage; Jingling and the mature woman Ying had both opened their legs, spread their clitoris, and raised their vulvas, letting the male dancers lick their labia and suck their clitorises. Their moans and gasps blared from the loudspeakers. The most exaggerated was Sakura, who kept moaning in Hakka, "Mmm...snap, sob...snap...oh...mmm..."

Amidst the intense music, the three female guests on stage ejaculated more than once, and I also gave the blonde bombshell oral sex. The three male dancers finally escorted the flushed, disheveled, and utterly wretched Jingling and Sakura back to our seats.

"Was it good?" I asked Sakura.

"..." She nodded happily with a smile.

"And you?" Sakura's husband asked Jingling.

"..." She nodded weakly as well.

After paying the bill, Jingling naturally linked arms with Sakura's husband and walked out. I followed behind, my arm around Sakura's soft waist.

Back home, the group was still lingering, chatting in the living room. I opened a bottle of red wine and filled everyone's glasses, then began interrogating Jingling: "How many times have you been to Blue Moon Pub?"

"Hmm, four or five times, I guess!"

"How come I've never heard you mention it?"

"Oh, I always go with the ladies, what's there to say?"

"So you all specifically go for the 'Ladies' Night'?" the mature woman Ying asked.

"Of course!"

"Tell me, tell me what's going on," the mature woman Ying's husband urged from the side.

"Well, Vancouver has a lot of wealthy businessmen and high-ranking officials from China. They can't let go of their businesses or positions of power back home, so they become frequent flyers. Their wives get bored here, so they go around in groups looking for ways to have fun. Some people have discovered that the ladies' night at Blue Moon Pub allows them to release their pent-up emotions without any inhibitions."

Jingling took a sip of red wine and continued, "Blue Moon Pub is in the middle of nowhere, so it's usually only frequented by Westerners. You rarely see any Asians, especially Asian women. Just like we're curious about Westerners' naked bodies, Westerners are also particularly interested in seeing Asians' naked bodies. Blue Moon Pub is happy for us to come and support them, so almost every time we go, we're chosen as ladies of the night."
"So how many times have you been on stage?" I asked Jingling, my face turning green.

"Hey, all those ladies are always scrambling to go on stage, how come I ever get a chance! Today I finally got my chance and had some fun."

"Weren't you embarrassed on stage?" Sakura's husband asked her.

"Hmm, I don't know why, but as soon as I got on stage and saw the dark crowd below, it was like I was hypnotized. Seeing Jingling having so much fun, I got excited too," Sakura stammered.

Jingling said to Sakura, "Your husband was the best he'd been today, I really feel bad for him, let me make it up to him!" Sakura

gave her husband a slightly resentful look and said, "He'd love to! He told me last night that he really wanted to sleep with you."

Damn it, coming to my house and already eyeing my wife's beauty! Her husband looked at me, and I said, "Can I borrow Ying for one night?"

Her husband readily agreed, "No problem at all. Ying secretly admitted to me last night that she wanted to switch with you!"

That night, I finally took a bath with Ying. Soaking in the bathtub, the naked Ying lay in my arms. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Jingling's, just the right size to hold in one hand. Although she had already given birth, her body was still very supple. Her pubic hair was as sparse as Jingling's, but she had trimmed it.

"You just trimmed it?" I asked, playing with her pubic hair.

"Yes, I know you like hairless, tender pubic hair. To leave you a good impression, I trimmed it before I went abroad."

What a loving and considerate Hakka woman. I hugged her tighter and couldn't resist kissing her lips. She also parted her lips slightly, extending her nimble tongue to respond to my passionate teasing, our tongues entwining.

I probed her paradise with my fingers. Wow…is this really someone else's wife? She's so plump, tender, and juicy. I gently poked at her with my fingers a few times, and the mature woman Sakura turned over, sticking out her snow-white buttocks in the bathtub, presenting her rosy, tender vulva to me, and said, "Brother Hao Hao, come in quickly! I've wanted to sleep with you ever since I saw you as soon as I got off the plane."

I said, "Why do you want to sleep with me?"

"Well, of course I want you to fuck me!" she replied playfully in Hakka.

What a pitiful woman! I quickly thrust my cock into the tender hole I'd been dreaming of.

The mature woman, Sakura, obediently accepted my conquest, swaying her snow-white, plump buttocks in rhythm with my thrusts. From the wide-open door, I could hear Jingling's moans and groans as she was being wildly fucked by Sakura's husband in another bedroom. Sakura, not to be outdone, cried out loudly, "Mmm... Brother Hao's big cock... so good at fucking... I love being fucked by... Brother Hao... thump, thump... thump... thumping Sakura to death..." "

Can I cum inside you?" I asked Sakura, feeling myself about to ejaculate.

"Mmm, mmm..." She looked at me tenderly and nodded.

I mustered my remaining strength, like a big male dog, rapidly thrusting into Sakura's cunt. Sakura's vagina gripped my cock tightly, secreting streams of hot fluid that drenched my glans. I was incredibly aroused; I thrust forward forcefully, finally ejaculating my thick semen deep into Sakura's womb.

It was then that I noticed Ying's husband and Jingling had moved to the bathroom doorway. Jingling, like a bitch in heat, lay sprawled on the floor, her full breasts drooping and her messy hair swaying. Ying's husband continued thrusting into Jingling's tender vagina while filming my and Ying's tightly joined genitals, constantly leaking semen.

I thought, sometimes, the encounters and fates of people are truly incredible.

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