My First Swap with My Wife

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I've written about my wife and me before, and today, having nothing to do, I thought I'd rewrite our experiences of swapping!

Actually, we haven't been involved in swapping for very long, but I've already fallen in love with it because I'm quite horny; even now,

thinking back on how I felt then, it still feels horny. The first time I told my wife I wanted to swap

, 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, hoping it would make me feel better. After my constant pestering and relentless pursuit, my wife finally softened a little. I

pressed her to get it done as soon as possible, 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 beautiful

, 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 wrong. I was eager 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 tell her? Should we really swap? I felt incredibly conflicted. Along with the pain, there was a

strange, indescribable excitement, but I believe anyone who's tried it can understand. My wife had guessed pretty much it; she's rather introverted and didn't say anything, whether

out of shyness or something else, she never spoke. But this time, she couldn't hold back anymore and asked, "Did you find someone?"

I don't know how to describe my feelings at that moment—a bittersweet feeling mixed with a strange

excitement! ...I was truly thrilled; 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 didn't need to look to

know she was crying, but I didn't dare comfort her. I knew my own feelings at that moment; if I went, I was afraid I wouldn't be able

to control myself. About 20 minutes later, my wife brought over a steaming hot meal. Seeing her red eyes

, my heart sank. I really wanted to give up and not change our plans. My wife said, as always,

so considerately, "Dinner's ready." We sat down and ate in silence. I believe

neither After my wife

finished cleaning up, she 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. 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. It's okay. 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

. This day came so quickly! They arrived. His wife was short but voluptuous, the mature woman's charm! He

was quite talkative, working as an emcee; he loved to talk and gestured like a leader giving a speech. He told

a few dirty jokes, and his wife remained silent, not even looking at them, just sitting there with them. We'd

had guests often before, but never anything this awkward. I believe his wife was hesitant, perhaps not wanting to

continue , but she stayed seated out of consideration for my feelings. After a while, he suggested we go to the bedroom alone

to talk. 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 their 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 in the bedroom? What were they saying?

What was my wife like now?

His wife was very open-minded and went to take a shower without hesitation. After a while, I heard her call me, saying she could

n't get the hot water out. I went to help her (by then, his wife was already naked). I immediately wanted to hug her and have sex with her

because I was so horny! But I hesitated because I had no idea what she looked like. After much hesitation,

I couldn't control myself and said, "Can we shower together?" His wife said yes. I quickly

took off my clothes went into the bathroom. I saw that his wife's figure was pretty good, and I was incredibly excited

. I didn't care about anything else. 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 that my wife would be taken advantage of, afraid that she would be mistreated,

afraid that I 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. I got up and stood by the window to listen to the sounds inside. I could clearly hear my wife's moans

, but they were very soft and almost inaudible. I finally felt relieved and went back to bed to wait. Time ticked

by, and I could sense his wife knew what I was thinking. She said, "It's okay, if you're worried, go check on him."

I said I wouldn't go, I was afraid it would embarrass my wife. They seemed to be doing it for over 30 minutes (the man was very skilled).

Finally I couldn't resist anymore and went in. I asked my wife how it was, if it was comfortable. My wife didn't answer 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.

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, 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 that experience, I seized the opportunity and organized another round. My wife had no idea. I was completely

bewitched Actually, you don't find many genuine couples like that online. I was considering inviting the same

couple from last time for a threesome. With careful planning, I

invited . My wife had no idea this time, and I didn't tell her either. They arrived in the afternoon; I can't remember exactly what time.

After we arrived, we went to my bedroom. My wife was doing laundry. When she came out and saw me, she smiled. I could tell she

was extremely unwilling, but she didn't show it on her face or in any way. Perhaps that's what it means to be a cultured

person.

After my wife finished, I called her to sit on the bed and said, "Shall we warm up?" My wife didn't know whether to smile or

not; she looked at me without saying anything. Honestly, I'm so lucky to have such a good wife. I

had planned to play with her first while she 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 first?" I said, "What's the big deal? We're already familiar with each other

." 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 him to take over. 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 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, then

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 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 so much. 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.) If my writing isn't very good, please leave comments and give me feedback; it will

motivate me even more!

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