Wife-swapping love

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I couldn't believe that Ah Cheng, who was now on top of me, relentlessly thrusting his burning-hot cock into my body, was just a few hours ago the shy, reserved stranger at the dinner table! Indeed, his performance in bed surprised me. That full and sharp sensation of satisfaction drove me crazy, bewitched me. I obediently lay on my back on the bed, letting his hard cock draw out my juices again and again!

The feeling was like that of a fish struggling in dehydration, clinging desperately to his strong arms, helplessly trying to hold onto something, only to be met with weak, tearing moans that dangled from my throat, leaving me suspended in mid-air. I tried to tighten my muscles, but there was no way, absolutely no way, to stop that burning hot penis from dragging my breath deep within my soul, withdrawing from my lips—inserting and withdrawing again—

my chest could hardly contain the passion, my rapid breathing accompanied by the tingling, trembling muscles of my labia. This pleasure lingered all the way to my everted labia, the love juice flowing out like the saliva of a greedy diner.

At that moment, an overwhelming desire began to stir within me, I couldn't even believe that I would instinctively hook my ankle around his thigh, it was an unconscious action, just to—just to—not let it go—

yes, please don't go, okay?

Come back, I want more, please, I want more~

I want him to fuck me, fuck me nonstop, but these deepest, most naked desires, hidden in my heart, came out completely differently when they reached my lips.

"No~ no~"

I screamed, looking at my husband who was an arm's length away from me, desperately reaching out to grab his hand, but I couldn't reach it. The warm, large hand that usually held my hand as we walked in the park was now like a stranger to me. I saw it constantly playing with my smooth, white breasts in its palm, the unfamiliar flesh exuding a rounded tenderness, overflowing from between my husband's fingers. It was a jealousy that I could feel intensely, one that was hard to say and indescribable.

Husband~ No~ No~ I thrust my chest out, letting my breasts tremble uncontrollably. They trembled with an emptiness, a sense of loss. I really wanted, really wanted a hand like that to grasp my restless, wanton breasts. Yes, just like that, to grasp them tightly, never to let go~ I continued to stare unsatisfiedly at that large hand that was once so familiar, yet now so unattainable, imagining the calluses on it, the waves of pleasure it brought as it caressed my breasts that weren't mine. The feeling was so intense, I felt that if my trembling gaze wandered, my eyes would involuntarily slip away from that rough palm, and then, then I was forced to refocus my gaze on my husband's penis. I bit my red lips hard, watching longingly as the slippery, glistening moisture on it shone with an intense light!

One, two, three times—

my husband's penis, each time, was completely submerged in that tender hole, thrusting so deep, withdrawing so fiercely. Watching it made my chest feel tight, unable to breathe. I desperately wanted to pull my greedy gaze away, but I was always powerless. I felt like I was bewitched; all my forced gazes were fixed there.

Right there, I was sucking on my finger, staring intently at my husband's penis, and the labia holding it. The sticky fluid of our union made me feel the same happiness experienced by the woman riding on my husband, her supple waist swaying. Because at that moment, my own lower body also had a penis inside me, a fierce penis.

It thrust—into me—so quickly—so quickly—I almost forgot to breathe—

the world spun, the stars shifted.

Faintly, all I could hear was a woman's soft, seductive moans. She moaned and moaned, each moan louder than the last, as if she were telling me something. Yes, she was telling me, "Sister Shuimo~ Sister Shuimo~ I want your husband to fuck me to death~"

No~ Even though I was resisting, I couldn't say it, I just couldn't. It was like the first time I was with my husband, watching her and Acheng livestream on QQ.

That was a month before we decided to have a wife-swapping group sex. Back then, I never imagined I would do something so crazy.

Looking back now, all the changes happened in an instant. Once the seed deep in my heart was awakened, it caused a cataclysmic change. And my change was that night that filled me with so many emotions.

That night was exceptionally dark, making the light from the computer screen seem particularly bright. I don't know what my expression was when those blinding beams of light shone on my face; I just felt that the scene on the screen that night was so clear, so rich, so profound.

Yes, I clearly remember that what filled the screen was a bed decorated with cartoon rabbits. Of course, what was truly captivating was the two bodies writhing on it, locked in a passionate embrace. They were naked, intertwined, their voices mingling, a unique and alluring scene, lingering in the enchanting midnight, unwilling to rest. And of course, at the same time, equally unwilling to sleep were my husband, Ah Shui, and me, sitting in front of the computer.

My husband was sitting right next to me, and his expression disappointed me greatly. He was staring intently at those full breasts on the screen. I knew it; all his desires were there. But I couldn't accept it, I couldn't bear it…

Actually, he always liked to grab my breasts during sex, but every time, he would say in a particularly lewd tone that I was flat-chested, which made me both annoyed and anxious. But it was okay—as long as I coughed even slightly, my husband would immediately surrender, and then he would hug me like a treasure, saying repeatedly, "Baby, don't be angry, baby is the cutest." Until that night, my husband changed. My coughs no longer worked. I only saw him constantly touching the breasts on the screen, and he wanted me to give him oral sex! At that moment, I couldn't believe my ears!

I didn't care—I didn't care—I didn't care!

I felt wronged, but I felt I had no way to vent. I felt so suffocated, completely unlike the two people on the screen, who were having a passionate and exciting time. The woman was very good at creating a seductive atmosphere. She hunched over, lying on the bed, her buttocks raised high, offering them to Ah Cheng behind her. Her swaying breasts hung in front of her chest, trembling, the rhythm of the trembling like the sobbing moans in her throat. She squinted her eyes, licking her fingers incessantly with her tongue, and seduced my husband with a particularly alluring voice, saying,

"Ah Shui~ I want you to grab my breasts, harder~ grab them harder~" The sheets beneath her were crumpled into a mess. Ah Cheng behind her thrust even harder, the rhythm rough, arousing my husband as well. Suddenly, he roughly grabbed my hand, forcing me to masturbate him. I twisted my arms, trying to break free from his grip, refusing to comply. Seeing that I wouldn't cooperate, he took matters into his own hands, first anxiously clenching a hollow fist, then impatiently inserting his penis. The penis, throbbing up and down like a mushroom nourished by spring rain, struggled to grow wildly in the dark thicket. I could strongly feel the engorged glans overflowing with desire to be released.

At that moment, the woman on the screen laughed even more lewdly. She looked at my husband with longing, intentionally or unintentionally swaying her nipples, as if showing off, and coquettishly said to my husband,

"I want to eat your penis, Shui Shui, do you want to fuck my breasts~" My husband's gaze went straight, as if he were trapped in the valley filled with the areola. At this point, no matter how much I protested, it was useless! He continued to fiercely increase the frequency, and the foreskin between his fingers was squeezed out in several layers.

Seeing my husband's eager, shameless demeanor hurt me deeply. I even punched his shoulder, but all I got in return was his heavier breathing. His panting rose and fell, as if he and the couple on the screen had become one, and I had become a completely unrelated outsider!

I couldn't believe my eyes—on the bright screen, the woman tilted her head back, her red lips glistening with oil. She squinted, smiled, and teased my husband, arousing his desire. I saw the clear fluid flowing from his glans, layer upon layer coating its full surface. The squelching sounds grew louder with my heartbeat. I couldn't tell where it was coming from—was it my husband stroking his penis or the rhythm of the couple's intense intercourse?

I didn't want to know, I didn't want to know!

I slammed down the computer, glaring angrily at my husband. The air around us seemed to freeze instantly.

He paused for a moment, then his brow furrowed, revealing deep, crisscrossing wrinkles. I knew he was getting impatient, but this only fueled my uncontrollable anger. I slapped him hard across the face.

"Shameless!"

I yelled, then rushed back to the bedroom, buried my face in the covers, and cried. All the pent-up frustration finally burst forth. Tears the size of soybeans dripped onto the blankets, and before I knew it, a torrent of bitterness surged within me.

Husband—how could you do this?

How could you treat me like this?

He probably realized his mistake. He quietly moved from the living room to my side, trying to pull the covers off my head. His warm hand landed on my back. I resisted, shaking my shoulders.

"Don't touch me!"

But what I really thought was, if you don't come and touch me, if you don't care about me, I'll make you pay!

"We've already talked about this, haven't we?"

"Don't give me that crap, you don't care about me at all!"

I turned my head away, ignoring him. My husband had no choice but to come back to me, looking rather annoyed .

"Then I'm sorry, okay?"

"You're not wrong, I'm the one who's wrong, I was blind, I mistook you for someone else!" I felt like I was about to cry my lungs out. My sobbing voice made my husband panic. I saw his arms were tied to his chest, and he looked completely at a loss.

"You don't love me at all!"

My husband panicked and hugged me from behind, refusing to let go no matter how much I struggled.

"Baby~ I love you~"

My husband's voice was so gentle that I felt a tremor run through my body. At least I felt a little less cold inside, but my throat still clenched a little.

"No~ Don't touch me~"

I twisted my body, and unconsciously, my buttocks touched my husband's penis. I tried to struggle back and forth a few times, and

before I knew it, it felt like it was getting hotter and hotter. My husband's heavy breathing came again, all of it spraying onto my neck, and his words became more and more frivolous.

"I~ love~ you~ wife~"

But I didn't react at all, not at all! Just now, my husband was like this, that annoying breathing, and that burning hot penis. Now when I think about it, I hate it so much. "Get up~"

I shook my lower abdomen hard, pushed my buttocks out, and pushed my husband off the edge of the bed. He sat on the ground, clutching his groin, grimacing at me.

Haha~

Seeing his comical expression, I was secretly delighted. It wasn't really that painful; he thought I was naive. I knew his tricks all along; he always liked to tease me like this.

"Ouch~ Honey, if you break this thing of mine, how will I love you in the future~" I said, putting on a serious face and throwing the pillow at him.

"Don't even think about touching me today~"

Then, I pushed him out the door, locked the bedroom door, turned around, and let out a long sigh. I collapsed onto the bed, thinking about the theories my husband had told me before.

He said that wife-swapping was just a way for loving couples to pursue sexual happiness. As long as they truly loved each other, why should they care about the method of sex?

But seeing my husband so infatuated with other girls' bodies, I really couldn't be indifferent. Who wouldn't want their husband to only pamper them? I thought of that woman with big breasts, and my mind started to wander. What's so great about big breasts? Don't they know big breasts mean no brains? Let's see who's smarter! I've made a lot of money in the stock market, pshaw!

Then, my mind drifted to the man behind her. He seemed quite muscular. I closed my eyes and carefully recalled the force of his thrusts as he worked hard. My heart fluttered. Thinking about it, I realized my husband had never made me feel this way in bed. Was his...thing...big?

Oh dear...what am I thinking? My cheeks felt a little hot. Hmm...no more thinking, time to sleep. But I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. I stared longingly at the stars in the sky. In the blink of an eye, my thoughts were all jumbled up, leaving me feeling dazed and confused…

At this moment, the quiet night was suddenly shrouded in a hazy hue, the distant lights casting a soft glow, like a dream, as if I were being swept into an endless vortex. I felt utterly powerless, only able to faintly hear the soft clicking of the door lock, and then I felt a figure approach my feet, spreading my legs. I tried to resist, but I couldn't muster any strength, and could only blurt out,

"You…you…how…came in…"

Then I heard a particularly gentle voice whispering in my ear, "You forgot? We agreed not to hold grudges overnight."

I suddenly seemed to remember something like that. Even when I was angry and locked my husband out, he had a key to sneak back in to sleep, but that only worked if I was asleep. But was I still awake now? I seemed confused myself. Just as I was about to try and understand something more, something suddenly blocked my mouth, and I felt a rush of blood surge from below to my chest, rendering me speechless.

It moved slowly at first, then forcefully, fiercely like a carp leaping over the dragon gate. Was it trying to jump over the dragon gate? I grabbed his arm, pursed my lips, and begged him to go deeper.

"Do you want to be fucked by other men?"

I twisted my waist, not speaking, but clearly resisting.

"Little slut~ Go shopping~ So many men drool over you behind your back~" I remembered those men, young and old, their burning gazes focused on my lower body, and without realizing it, the fluid overflowing from below seemed to grow hotter and hotter.

"Little vixen~ We've missed you so much~"

Huh?! Us? Who are we~ He thrust harder and harder, making the wooden bed creak.

"Call me 'husband'~ Just say it~ Just say it~ You're about to climax~"

At this moment, he had completely captivated me, and I could only uncontrollably beg for mercy: "Husband~ Husband~ Slow down~ Slow down~"

"~ It hurts~"

But I never expected that the answer from the other side would be so unexpected.

"Your husband? Your husband~ He's having sex with my wife~"

This sentence startled me; those familiar voices suddenly seemed strange.

"It's me, Cheng~"

"Sister Shuimo~ You're so wet~"

The sounds of our intercourse, the squelching and gurgling, grew increasingly intense, and my moans became more and more unrestrained.

In this moment of passion and confusion, I don't know which gushing fluid flowed between my legs, but I finally felt satisfied and let out a long "Ah!" Although the sound was soft, it instantly stirred up a strong wave of pleasure below. I could feel the rhythm of his trembling penis throbbing inside me, so beautiful.

Looking at the sweaty man in front of me, I fell into an abyss of passion.

Countless times my husband had caressed me, countless times I had nestled in his warm arms like a docile cat. Those sweet memories deep within me gave me an inescapable sense of guilt, and all of this stemmed from the man on top of me. I saw every expression on his face at the moment of his ejaculation. One of the most beautiful moments in the world is when a man and a woman, shirtless, reveal their most joyful and vulnerable sides to each other without reservation. That moment is like a high-voltage current of tens of thousands of volts, their bodies being thoroughly melted by it—it feels so stimulating and so pleasurable!

I'm certain that I fell in love with him in that instant. But when everything calmed down, I felt ridiculous. I knew he was a man I would never be attracted to, yet I wavered simply because he gave me a fleeting physical urge.

If everyone in this world were a preacher of the heart, then there would be no passion left, because people lack that impulsive drive—yes, impulsiveness, that uncontrollable physical stimulation!

I still clearly remember the physical impact Qing gave me when my husband and I got off the bus at a restaurant and met this couple. And this Qing was the woman who later rode on top of my husband, indulging in unrestrained passion!

She was a charming and passionate woman, her eyes always sparkling with captivating light. Because of her presence, we didn't feel awkward; because of her presence, we could be so uninhibited!

At the dinner table, she puffed out her chest, revealing her fair breasts, and elegantly clinked glasses with us. In our casual conversation, there was always a hint of ambiguous affection that unconsciously spread from me to my husband. She would put food on my husband's plate, even feeding him with her own chopsticks. When the food reached his lips, my husband would look at me with a troubled expression. At that moment, everyone was awkward, but Qing would always manage to ease the tension. She would turn her head and, very naturally, even with a hint of coaxing, plead with me.

"Sister Shuimo~ just let me feed him a bite, okay~"

That moment of tenderness touched me, but soon, it felt like something was pressing down on my chest, suffocating me. I longed for an outlet to release that feeling.

Although Ah Cheng beside me remained silent, his hands were constantly moving. He gently traced my genitals with his index finger, very lightly, yet itchy. But at that moment, I resisted, conflicted. It wasn't until Qing started coquettishly asking my husband to feed her that I completely broke down. At that time, Qing was actually putting my husband in a difficult position. She kept saying, "Feed me too!" But when the food was actually brought to her lips, she always pouted and refused to eat, stubbornly shaking her head until my husband's chopsticks were scrambled and he didn't know where to go next. Then she suddenly pounced on my husband, confidently declaring,

"I want to eat this!"

She moved so quickly, pulling out my husband's penis in no time, and then, like licking an ice cream cone, she brought her tongue to it. In that instant, it seemed as if all the hidden passion had ignited to its peak!

Ah Cheng's finger went in!

It roamed freely in the wet, slippery cavity, and I felt my whole body come alive. I twisted my waist, pulled my legs in, and let it explore freely inside my body, just like my husband's penis lingering in Qing's mouth. The fluids blended together, merging us together. It was the most instinctive release, and the desire for intercourse was finally aroused!

We were on the sofa in the living room, touching each other through the dim, ambiguous light. Qing's full saliva was stuck to my husband's erect penis, and Acheng's fingers were completely submerged in my vaginal fluid. Looking at Qing's ecstatic expression, I felt a satisfied guilt, but my husband's glistening, throbbing penis quickly gave me a reason to continue indulging in the deep sea of lust. I wanted it deeper, I wanted it to melt into my body. That unattainable ethereal feeling gradually became clear with each increasingly intense and full thrust. It was in Acheng's throbbing penis, it was in Qing's endlessly lustful vagina, it was in my husband's low, thirsty moans, and it was in my heart, which tried to stop but could not satisfy its insatiable desire.

Qing and I each licked the familiar penises of the other, even vying to suck on a penis already throbbing with semen in our passionate pleasure. We made it big and long, but gave it no chance to release. We eagerly inserted it into our bodies, swaying and sucking, no longer able to tell whose husband it was. Yes, at least at that time, all I saw was desire!

Only in chaotic intercourse can one feel the endless primal charm released by sex. When you can rightfully give the right to mate to any vibrant penis, you can truly understand the wildness and vastness of this world. The wonder here is worth exploring for a lifetime, even if it leads to eternal damnation, you should still go without hesitation!

Acheng's penis entered my heart, and the penis in my heart was imagined as the erection my husband had given me. At this moment, my husband's erection was writhing in Qing's body, while Qing's beautiful body had once tightly held the pleasure in my heart that I was unwilling to easily withdraw. It was a subtle transmission, each rhythm so captivating and irresistible.

For a long time afterward, I couldn't forget the thrill Acheng had given me. At the moment of release, he said to me,

"Sister Shuimo~ You're so cold~"

Then, as his hot semen scalded my body, he breathlessly said, "I just wanted to warm you in this moment~"

Those words possessed a unique magic, releasing a warm melody in every lonely moment that followed. Even in the passionate nights with my husband, I would savor that unusually full flavor.

I nestled tightly in my husband's arms, holding him tightly, panting, urging him to hurry, to go faster, and then, amidst the dual pleasure of mind and body intertwined, I softly whispered in his ear.

"Ah Cheng~ I want you~~ Fuck me."

The promised ejaculation would shatter our last line of defense. Amidst my husband's panting, ecstatic breaths, and my pounding heart, the tenderness deep within me would relentlessly devour my remaining rationality.

At this moment, I didn't want to face my husband's eyes anymore, and he, understandingly, never seriously asked me if I had ever truly missed him. Only in the quiet of the night would I think of him countless times alone.

On some unknown night, when Qing's lower body is filled again—Ah Cheng, will you still instinctively recall my tenderness?

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