Wife swapping—a desperate choice

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I often see articles online about wife-swapping games .

At the time, I only thought they were exciting, never considering

participating. In my mind, a wife is hers alone; how could she let other men touch her? Even if it were a mutual

exchange, it might seem like I wasn't losing out—someone else had sex with my wife, and I had sex with someone else's wife. But I feel that even if

I had sex with ten different men's wives, if even one of them had sex with mine, I would still feel cheated and couldn't accept it.

This isn't a transaction that can be calculated as equal. I'm certain that men who have played this game will have a permanent shadow and contempt in their

wives' eyes. Sex is a spiritual thing. For example, if a woman

is sexually assaulted by a man, and the man thinks the woman hasn't lost any flesh or blood, why is

the woman at a disadvantage? Because humans aren't plants or trees; that's the principle. Therefore, I've always considered wife-swapping games to be

something from another world; I simply can't accept it. Of course, I don't deny

that men might experience a strange, inexplicable thrill and

guilt when imagining their wives being played with by other men, or a more stimulating criminal urge when imagining themselves playing with someone else's wife than with an ordinary woman. This might be

a normal psychological phenomenon for men, though many would deny it. However, there's a gap between imagination and reality.

Psychological research suggests that many women feel excited when imagining being raped, but when the rape actually happens, they

are overwhelmed by fear and disgust, wanting only to refuse, with no excitement whatsoever. It's the same principle.

Yet, I experienced wife-swapping. What prompted me to participate in a game I thought

was impossible ? It was triggered by discovering my wife's infidelity; it was, in a sense, a helpless choice.

My wife and I have been married for ten years. She is 33 years old and tall and slender. We've become almost

numb to each other's sex life, knowing each other's sexual preferences, erogenous zones, and orgasms like our own hands.

We often have sex only to satisfy her desires, and we frequently need to watch porn to seek stimulation during sex.

My wife is a woman with a strong sex drive, but outwardly she is very shy. I was thinking

that there must be many women in this world like my wife, seemingly silent and aloof on the surface, but actually quite secretly passionate. However

, due to my overconfidence, I always assumed my wife was just an honest and simple woman, incapable of having affairs

or one-night stands, because indeed, she seemed flustered when talking to strangers.

Once, I was away on a business trip for a month, during which time I called my wife very few times. As I mentioned before, I was too

confident, thinking that an old married couple didn't need to be all lovey-dovey every day, and I was quite satisfied with her sex life,

so I never worried about that.

While on business trips, frankly, there are many temptations in this world. Although the hotel was only three-star, I was

frequently harassed by massage calls. I knew exactly what they wanted. Sometimes, out of curiosity or

a desire for excitement, I'd invite them up, but after a few words, I'd usually send them away. I didn't dare

do it in the hotel. Firstly, I was always afraid someone would barge in, or I'd fall into a honey trap; secondly, my

ID was registered at the front desk, and I didn't have the guts. Furthermore, the girls who came up to me weren't attractive enough to give me the courage

to take the risk. One night, I suddenly felt quite excited, my lower body was itchy, and I

really wanted to hold a woman in my arms; I should take care of it. I had seen online that there were those dark

dance halls in this city (for confidentiality reasons, I don't want to mention names or addresses in this article), where the women

were different from the girls in hotels; most were mature women, and some were even married. Having fun with someone else's wife had always been a little dream of

mine . Afterwards, I knew that such things weren't interesting on the spot, but I still wanted to try them afterward. So,

my feet involuntarily led me to that dance hall.

At first, I couldn't see anything; it was pitch black. Later, after my eyes adjusted, I found that it wasn't so dark, and I could still

see people. After more than an hour of testing the waters, and after a few dances, I learned

the details from some of the dancers. So, I became bolder, and my mind became a little numb. With a nonchalant attitude,

I casually asked one of the dancers about her situation while dancing. She was married and going through a divorce, fair-skinned and plump,

and although not young, she was still quite attractive. I asked, "Want to do it?" I knew some of the women here were available. She

directly answered the price, saying there were private rooms nearby. I asked, "What do you want to do?" She replied, "Whatever you want." I said, "

Anything ?" She replied, "Yes." I decided to be blunt, and I didn't expect her to agree. I imagined she

would just laugh and call me a pervert. Afterwards, I admired my own audacity. My request was that

she give me oral sex, and then I would ejaculate in her mouth, which she would then drink. Few women would agree to such a request, but

this woman actually nodded readily in agreement. I couldn't believe it and checked again; she didn't seem to be

joking . She later said that she agreed because I was different from the others, with a rather elegant demeanor; it was

her first time doing something like that. So, in the private room, this scene unfolded: someone else's wife was sucking

my penis, and I ejaculated into her mouth in spurts. I was worried she wouldn't be able to handle it and might spit it out,

but she calmly accepted it all. I deliberately took out my phone and checked it in the light; her mouth was indeed full of

white semen. I said, "Swallow it." She did, and when I checked again later, it was indeed

completely . I was very excited; my semen was now being consumed by someone else's wife, and I felt a

sense of satisfaction.

But things are often like this: while you're having sex with someone else's wife, your own wife might be being had by someone else, and you

just don't know it.

About a week after I returned home from my business trip, I accidentally

checked my wife's QQ account again and saw a shocking truth. During my business trip, my wife had been having an affair, and

not just a one-night stand, but several nights. The man was from out of town, and I didn't know him.

I already knew my wife's QQ password. My wife isn't very tech-savvy and doesn't know that QQ messages need to be cleaned up

regularly . While I'm not much of a computer person either, I was curious one time and, following an online tutorial,

cracked her QQ password. Since we share the same computer, cracking the password was relatively easy. I'd

peeked a few times, but aside from her pointless chats with a few female friends, it wasn't anything interesting, so I rarely

checked it after that. This time, out of boredom, I took a look and discovered a shocking secret: my wife had actually...

Within a week, I had an affair with someone I met online. This guy traveled all the way from another city

to meet my wife at a hotel while I was away. Looking at the chat history, it happened

about . When I was about to return, the guy wanted to maintain a long-term relationship and wanted to come over anytime, but my wife

refused. Seeing them exchanging intimate messages on QQ, I suddenly felt humiliated, my blood rushed to my head

, and I felt a strong sense of excitement. If it hadn't actually happened, I would never have imagined that

discovering my wife's infidelity would feel like this. As if possessed, I rushed to the kitchen;

she was cooking. I grabbed her and dragged her to the bedroom, not even taking off her shirt, and pulled down her pants, making her bend over.

I didn't mention the affair, but in my mind, it was this buttocks, this lower body—my wife's

lower body—that had been seen and played with by another man. My penis was incredibly aroused and erect.

It never produces so much fluid; it was dripping profusely. I thrust in immediately, hard

and deep. My wife cried out, seemingly very excited. Unlike usual, this time I ejaculated after only a few thrusts,

shooting it all inside her. Instantly, I felt my blood sink like lead, rapidly sinking, and an extreme

sense of satisfaction filled me, sending my pleasure soaring to the heavens. Afterwards, I returned to the living room without saying a word. She was definitely a little

confused, because usually I don't finish so quickly and I'm usually more considerate of her. She came out and only said, "

What's wrong with you today?" before going back to cooking. I really wanted to confront her, but I was afraid she'd think my behavior

was incomprehensible. Yes, why was I so excited knowing my wife slept with another man? So, I held back.

Dinner tasted like cardboard. About an hour after dinner, I finally couldn't hold back any longer. Pretending to have just discovered it,

I suddenly appeared before her, fuming, and told her directly that I had found her QQ chat history, threatening her

not to hide it. So, in a daze, she confessed everything. After I left,

as a woman, she had that need too, so she met a very polite man in a chat room, and they eventually started dating

via QQ. My wife was initially worried about safety and didn't give him her phone number. A few days later, the

man came to the city, first arranging a dinner for her. In the private room, he put his arm around

her. She was initially hesitant, but his hand quickly touched her breast, and she reluctantly gave in.

In the heat of the moment, they went to a hotel. I really couldn't accept it and was furious. She either remained silent,

apologized, or even knelt down, begging me not to abandon her. I really don't understand. Does marrying a woman

with low libido she won't cheat on you? And if you marry someone who's sexually active,

what happens if you can't take care of her? I deeply love my wife; it takes incredible courage to even consider divorcing her. In the days that followed,

although the feeling of humiliation wasn't as intense as when I first found out, and I even considered enduring it, the humiliation

lingered . While sometimes I felt some relief from it thanks to my wife's tenderness and constant apologies,

the humiliation would return intensely once I was alone or when I saw similar scenes in TV dramas. Although I wanted to give my wife

a lifetime of commitment, my heart wouldn't allow it, and my subconscious couldn't let go. The thought of divorce grew stronger and stronger.

During that period, I didn't want to go to work; whenever I saw my wife, I wanted to have sex with her.

Partly to vent my anger, and partly, undeniably, it felt like I was re-examining my wife's body. Thinking of another man's sexually aroused appearance

made me feel she was still quite sexy, and a strange excitement and impulse arose within me. I wanted

to have sex with her, even imagining that while I was having sex with her, that man was also seeing this ass, these labia,

these white breasts, and he must be very happy.

What ?

No matter what, no matter how stimulating or novel the feeling was, it couldn't suppress the thought of divorce.

Six months later, this idea finally became a decision. Around the same time, I met someone in a chat room

who wanted to swap wives. The couple was around our age, in their early thirties, both working in

engineering. Initially, I didn't see their photos. I told them we had never participated in this before, but they said they had once

or twice and wanted our photos. I was worried about safety and firmly refused; neither of us wanted to send photos first.

They understood. I guess his wife wasn't around at the time. We exchanged QQ numbers and logged off. The reason I was able to chat with

them was because I was already planning a divorce. Since I was going to divorce anyway, why not try wife swapping? Of course,

although I had thought about it, I had never taken it seriously. This time, the conversation with them was quite congenial.

Two days later, I logged into QQ and found their message, inviting me to continue chatting.

That evening, we met again on QQ. I felt they were quite proactive and sincere. I knew very

well that once I actually started wife swapping, I would have no choice but to get a divorce. This time, we still didn't know what the other person

looked like , only that they were both rather quiet and reserved, based on their descriptions. The man was 172cm tall, and the woman was 162cm

. May Day was coming up in a few days, and they invited us to visit their city, which I accepted. I knew that promises made

online could be broken. I told them I had to talk to my wife.

After logging off QQ, I went back to talking to her. After days of probing and questioning,

I finally managed to get some limited details about her extramarital affair. Hearing this was very exciting. She said

the other person liked to sit on the sofa smoking, watching her bent over on the opposite side of the bed, her buttocks raised high, her face

turned him as they chatted. Then he would make her kneel before him and suck his penis, and they also liked to lick each other's anuses. I pressed

him about whether he used a condom, and the answer was no. I was furious. I asked, "Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" She said he

liked to ejaculate in her mouth. I said, "You swallowed it?" She said she absolutely refused and spat it all out. The thought of my

wife's mouth, meant for eating, being used to provide sexual services to that man, to receive his

ejaculate after he's finished on her, to lick his excrement, sent a surge of inexplicable happiness through me. My heart

pounded was on the verge of orgasm. This orgasm, tinged with humiliation, didn't escape her notice. I have to admit,

thinking about it did excite me. I took the opportunity to test her, saying, "Ever since that happened,

I've felt so humiliated. How about I get to play with someone else's wife too?" At first, she avoided

the topic , but after I pressed her, she said, "If you play with someone else's wife, will you forgive me?" I said yes. She said...

No one else's wife was willing to let me play with her. So I brought up the topic of wife-swapping. She disagreed, and I said I couldn't take it anymore

anyway , so let's get a divorce. She asked, "Then with whom?" I said, "I definitely can't be with that man;

just seeing him makes me want to punch him. I'll contact a couple." That's how I firmly decided on this.

In a state of extreme contradiction and hesitation, the two couples still met on May Day.

There's a famous mountain in that city, and we agreed to go there. There's an internet cafe downstairs from their house, and we agreed to

meet . A man in a black shirt and gray pants was already waiting at the entrance of the internet cafe. When he saw us coming, he took the initiative

to greet us. After a few simple and somewhat embarrassed pleasantries, I arrived at his house in a daze. As

soon as I opened the door, the woman of the house came out to greet me. She was very fair-skinned and had long hair; that was my first impression. I knew she was also observing

me, so I didn't dare to look at her too much. Later I learned she was wearing contact lenses; she usually wore rimless glasses,

looking like an ordinary, intellectual woman. But without her glasses, she was quite charming. During tea, neither of them spoke much.

I clearly remember thinking at the time, "This man's fair-skinned wife is about to be mine."

But both seemed calm, without the expected excitement, and the atmosphere wasn't lively. There was a photo of the couple on the cabinet. I became suspicious. I'd heard of wife-swapping games where people bring their

mistresses

, or even use prostitutes as substitutes. I asked if I could see their photos, and the man readily went to the inner

room to retrieve an album. The woman looked slightly different now than when she was younger, but it was clearly the same person. There was

also a photo of the two of them at their wedding. We also showed each other our marriage certificates as agreed. Later, the hostess got up and said

she was going to serve the dishes, and everyone ate and chatted. Some were pre-purchased cooked food, and some were homemade by the couple; the taste seemed

good , though I don't remember them, because my mind wasn't on the food at the time, and I didn't know where they were. I had considered backing out more than

once , but I always held back, thinking about the divorce, and gritted my teeth to sit

down.

The conversation was open and frank, mostly about current events and TV dramas. The two

women even switched seats, looking at each other's jewelry and getting along quite well. Everyone had a few drinks,

knowing, intentionally or unintentionally, that alcohol could relax people. While the two women were clearing the dishes, the man and I sat

on the sofa next to us, smoking. He asked what kind of DVD we wanted to watch. I said anything was fine, and he said he had porn. Emboldened by the alcohol, I boldly

said, "Play it." Not long after, the two women returned from the kitchen to collect the dishes. The woman, feigning surprise,

said, "Oh, you've got your eye on something?" No wonder she'd been involved in wife-swapping; she's much more open than my wife. My wife gave me

a sharp sneer. The two women went back to the kitchen to clean up. The two men, meanwhile, casually

watched the porn, chatting idly, making small talk. At that moment, thinking about what was about to happen, my heart started

to race. But the more shy I seemed, the more shy I became. So I pretended to be outgoing and asked,

"How do we play later?" He said he had two rooms, so we could do it separately. I said either way was fine, although I secretly

preferred doing it together. I thought to myself,

I'd be worried and uneasy if he led his wife into a room I couldn't see, and it would be more exciting to watch. The man said he was worried my

wife wouldn't agree to it, but his wife was fine with it. I said, "I'll talk to her later." When the two women finished getting ready and came to sit

, the man said, "Shall we switch seats?" I really wanted to slap him, but it was just

a fleeting thought. I nodded in agreement. His woman sat down, and my wife had no choice but to sit down too. Both men

casually put their hands on the women's shoulders. Unexpectedly, although their hands were on each other's shoulders,

there was a sudden silence. Everyone seemed to be staring at the television. The actors inside

were performing with great passion, currently filming a scene where the male actor is performing oral sex on the female actor. It was a foreign film, and the women's genitals were displayed without any concealment

in front of the two couples. I wondered what they were thinking. After what seemed like a long time, I broke

the silence first, turning my head to kiss the man's wife. Her face was definitely made up; she smelled quite nice,

a feminine scent. Seeing my action, the man on the other side started to put his other hand around my wife. The woman

turned around and casually switched off the chandelier, plunging the room into darkness, with only

the dim light from a wall lamp and the television.

My wife seemed to be rejecting the man. I pretended not to see, and whether to encourage my wife or

the man, I kissed his wife again, this time more passionately, my hand even resting on her breast.

Unexpectedly, the other woman spoke up: "Shall we do it here?" We all looked at each other, and I said yes. The man then asked

my wife: "Is it okay here?" My wife lowered her head and shook her head, indicating her disagreement. The man looked at me, and I gave him

a wink, meaning, forget about the formalities, just keep going. Then he started kissing his wife again. The man

started hugging and kissing my wife, who didn't say anything, her head down. I saw the man's hand reach under my wife's

white shirt with black stripes, and he started touching her through her bra. I thought to myself, "You're pretty quick." I was jealous,

knowing my wife was done for, given to someone else. My hand wasn't going to be outdone, and I reached under his wife's bra. The bra

wire was stiff, so I couldn't feel her breasts. I hurriedly reached behind to unhook her bra. I wasn't very skilled, and she

arched her upper body to cooperate, waiting for me to unhook it for her. I felt like I was afraid he would get there first; I had to touch

the other woman's breasts first. At that moment, I was still thinking, "I can back off now." But an impulse,

in a daze , led my hand to the woman's breast. The first sensation was a hard nipple, so

stimulating. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced to the side. The man of the house seemed quite interested in kissing; he kept

kissing my wife's lips while she lay on the sofa back with her eyes tightly closed. I never imagined I was so

open, with four people openly doing this, and right in front of my wife, watching another

man play with her. But what could I say? I could only grit my teeth and move on. Luckily,

I still had a charming woman by my side; her alluring body seemed to beckon to me through the mist.

I didn't notice when the man put his hand inside my wife's bra; I can't remember many of

the details . What I do remember vividly is the continuous moans of excitement from the woman in the porn. But

I did notice him groping my wife's legs through her pants for a while before starting to undo her belt, all while kissing her.

My wife's right hand had already reached in. Summer clothes were light, and her belt was quickly unbuckled. His hand

slipped inside, and when it touched her, my wife reflexively leaned back. I thought to myself: "Oh no,

he finally touched her. My wife's genitals have been touched." At that moment, I noticed his wife was watching too.

So I started unbuttoning her pants, tossing her black outer trousers aside. As I started pulling down her underwear, I noticed her

husband was looking this way. I thought: "Perfect, let him watch me pull down your wife's pants." The man's

right hand was rubbing my wife's genitals while he looked this way. I think he probably had the same thought as me. I

focused on pulling down his wife's pants. The visual impact of the patterned thong against her hips and thighs was very

strong; I could feel myself getting wet. I was going to pull it down little by little—no, I wanted her to change positions, turn her back

, and stick her butt out. His wife was really understanding, obedient, and cooperative. I like

obedient . If a woman is too opinionated and hesitant during sex, refusing to do what she's asked, it's

a downer . It's the kind of woman who can readily satisfy a man's fantasies and desires that's truly satisfying. Soon,

her white buttocks and the cleft of her panties were revealed before me. I started pulling down her panties, little by little, first

exposing her anus, then her labia, until her entire vulva was in front of me. I looked, groping with my hands. I turned

to look at my wife; she was still covering her eyes. The other man seemed to enjoy oral sex, starting to lick my wife's

genitals. I asked him, "How is it? Is she wet?" He, engrossed in his work, didn't hear me clearly and asked, "What?"

I said, "Is she wet?" My purpose in asking this was twofold: to get my wife to stop keeping her eyes closed and

to see if she was aroused. Because I knew she was very wet. If she was wet, it was just an act

; she was actually quite aroused. The other man answered, "Wet." Damn, I didn't know if it was true, so I

continued touching his woman. Her breasts were so soft. I like fair-skinned women. This woman, though not as

fair , was very fair, and she was already enjoying herself with her eyes closed. I whispered in her ear, "How do we do it? Should we use

condoms?" I wanted her to say yes, because that would prove they were hygienic. She nodded, got up,

took out condoms from the drawer next to the sofa, and handed a few to her man. Apparently, they had prepared them beforehand. At this moment, my

wife had opened her eyes and was watching the other man tear open the condom packaging. I immediately turned my gaze away to avoid making

my wife feel embarrassed if we looked at each other. The woman then pulled out a condom and said, "I'll put it on you." I

turned slightly away and simply took off all my pants. To be honest, I don't like the feeling of a woman putting a condom on me;

her nails are so long, sometimes they prick me. Because of nervousness, I wasn't very hard. I saw the man put it on himself

.

I suddenly blurted out without thinking, "Let's go inside and do it." So the two men each carried

their women into the bedroom. A clean sheet was spread on a large bed in the master bedroom. Two pairs of naked bodies

lay on either side of the bed. The men were trying to penetrate the woman's vagina from above. I suddenly wondered, what is

a bridal chamber ?

The ancients were truly ingenious; it's a room with a hole. I glanced at the man beside me, thinking, "

I'm going to fuck your wife." A vengeful impulse spurred me to quickly enter his wife's already wet

body .

The other man also thrust in, wriggling. A wave of bitterness washed over me. I cursed inwardly, "Fuck your

wife ." My

body intensified, and the woman moaned below with her eyes closed. Soon, we both ejaculated. I didn't feel

particularly happy; instead, I felt a bit nervous. I usually don't ejaculate so quickly. I remember the other man ejaculated first, lying on

top of my wife. I ejaculated last, as if completing a task. After ejaculating, I immediately sobered up and

felt very ashamed. How could I have done such a thing? I immediately suggested we take a shower so I could wash my wife. They

politely said, "You are guests; please go first." In the bathroom, my wife still had her head down, holding my waist, and

said softly, "Let's go home." I suddenly felt incredibly guilty towards her. Had I ruined her life

? But then I thought, either you've already been used by someone else, or you're going to get a divorce anyway, so why pretend?

Isn't this all your fault? Of course, she didn't know I'd already planned to divorce her. Now she just kept indulging

me. I felt a surge of hatred, a thrill rising within me. Thinking about how her body had just been violated, I got hard again

. I made her turn around, her hands on the edge of the bathtub, and I was going to enter from behind. We didn't need a condom

; I just went in. As I penetrated, I thought, this hole was just enjoyed by another man.

Was this how he felt when he penetrated me? I asked her, "Were you excited just now?" She didn't answer. Just then, the

couple pushed open the door a crack and laughed, "Do it here? Or come out and do it. I'll do it with my wife too." I thought,

"You've already seen us," and said, "If you want to do it, come in too." They came in, and I felt quite

embarrassed , but I could only continue slowly penetrating her. The man was actually squatting there watching me have sex with my wife.

It was quite arousing to have this private affair being watched by a third party like that. The man tentatively asked, "

Shall we all play together? Can I go in from the front?" I knew he meant he wanted my wife to give me oral sex, so I said

okay. The man stepped into the bathtub, his penis right in front of my wife's face. My wife kept her mouth closed, and I slapped

her buttocks, saying, "Be good." The man then smoothly inserted his penis into my wife's mouth. Seeing

my wife sucking another man's penis in front of me made me want to have sex with her even more. The man moved back and forth, and seeing me

slap my wife's buttocks earlier, he probably had the same urge and reached over to slap her buttocks too. Seeing my wife being punished by

another man, I felt a mix of emotions, but since it was a wife-swapping game, I couldn't

be so restrictive, so I kept quiet. Seeing my acquiescence, the other man became even more enthusiastic.

I said, "I want to slap your wife's buttocks too." I turned to his wife, who was watching, and said, "You bend over too,

let me hit you a couple of times." She obediently held onto the sink, trying to raise her skin as high as possible. I slapped her

ass .

And so it went, I was having sex with my wife's vagina, he was having sex with my wife's mouth, I was slapping his wife's ass, he was slapping

my wife's ass. This position hadn't been planned beforehand. At the time, it didn't feel particularly exciting, but

thinking back, it was quite thrilling. I don't know if my wife was being fucked by me or by that other man...

She was moaning softly below. Suddenly, the man excitedly said to me, "Shall I ejaculate in her mouth?" I

thought to myself, my wife's mouth has already been used by another man. So I nodded. My wife heard this and let out a long, disapproving sound from

below , but I ignored her, and she didn't move away. The two of them continued thrusting.

Not long after, the man thrust his hips and ejaculated. My wife choked and coughed, spitting out her semen. Seeing this

, I was about to ejaculate as well. I pulled his wife close, and she understood, knowing I was going to ejaculate in her mouth. She

turned around and knelt beneath me. I was about to put my penis in her mouth, and she asked me to wash first. So I took

the showerhead, turned on the cold water first, and soon warm water came out, which she used to wash me. Then she

knelt there gave me oral sex. Because we had already done it once, this time it was slower. Some people with premature ejaculation

like to use the second time to prolong the time. My wife rinsed her mouth at the sink. The man sat on the edge of

the bathtub , resting and watching. When I saw the toilet, a thrilling thought suddenly struck me. I thought, I

'll use his wife's mouth as the toilet, her mouth is now my toilet, and I'll reach orgasm quickly.

The man clearly saw my penis reach orgasm in his wife's mouth. His wife also spat out the semen

into the sink. After ejaculating,

I lost interest. I found it strange; before, I couldn't stand it if other men talked to my wife even a few words, I didn't want to. Now, watching another man ejaculate in my wife's mouth right in front of me—

maybe it's because we're getting a divorce.

After doing this twice, I felt very tired. Before I knew it, it was already 2 AM. We had to

go hiking . Everyone was probably exhausted, so we quickly showered and went to sleep in separate rooms. My wife said she wanted to go home.

I wanted to go home too; I didn't want to play anymore, it felt absurd. But train tickets for May Day were hard to buy, and the return tickets they

bought for us in advance hadn't arrived yet. At the same time, I also felt that neither wife had experienced much sexual happiness in this game

, because the first time was too pleasurable, and the second time it was just oral sex. But it was obvious that both

wives were very obedient and compliant. I fell asleep with these random thoughts.

When I woke up the next day, I was probably awakened by the noise from the outer room. The couple was already up

and tidying up the house. I lay there for a while, recalling the scenes from the previous night. My wife woke up too,

without saying anything, just tracing random lines on my chest with her fingers, lost in thought. I said, "Get up." We got

dressed and got up. As we were leaving, I stood there and hugged my wife, asking her, "Were you excited last night? Tell

the truth." I don't know if she was just being polite or genuine, but her answer was, "A little." Actually, I

knew she was a woman with a strong sex drive.

During the day, we walked up the mountain along the winding road, stopping frequently. We agreed to take turns; the man

and my wife walked a short distance ahead, and his wife and I followed behind. Nothing particularly noteworthy happened along the way,

except for one scene that left a deep impression: while going up the steps, that man actually put his hand on my wife's buttocks

. Damn it, he molested my wife right in front of me! Then I thought, well, I've already done it, so let him touch her. Later, my wife

quickly pushed his hand

away. The day passed peacefully and slowly. Sometimes I was with my wife, sometimes with his

wife. We all understood each other implicitly. That man must have had the same thought as me—

he'd seen what the other woman's genitals looked like. His itchy penis had also enjoyed itself inside her. His penis

had even penetrated her mouth while she was eating lunch and drinking. I think that's the real thrill of wife-swapping

. My wife seemed much more relaxed and uninhibited.

In the evening, we ate dinner at a restaurant outside, splitting the bill, at a revolving

restaurant . The gradually darkening night was beautiful. I stared at his wife's breasts and suddenly had the urge to touch them again

.

After dinner, we returned to his house, and that dream came true. This time, everyone quickly got into the swing of things. I thoroughly admired the breasts that had been tantalizing me in

the restaurant . His wife's breasts were bigger than mine, probably a C-cup

, with larger nipples—very arousing. The man, who seemed to have experience with wife-swapping, suggested

that the two wives stand naked on the sofa, legs spread, to see the differences in their genitals. We pulled up

chairs and sat opposite each other, smoking and watching. His wife had more pubic hair than my wife, and my wife's labia minora were

larger than his wife's; the two vaginas did look quite different. Just then, the man's phone rang. He went to answer it.

I stood up and instructed the two women to get into a position: my wife lying on the sofa, his

wife straddling her backwards. I put on a condom and entered her from behind. This way, my wife could

see a close-up shot of me having sex with another woman, thinking of punishing her for cheating on me.

Now I was letting her watch me cheat—no need for cheating, I was doing it right in front of her. The man quickly dismissed

the call , then came over, pulled down his underwear, and inserted it into his wife's mouth. So, I was inside his wife, her mouth

whimpering, his penis still inside her. Later, he put on a condom and inserted his penis into my wife's

vagina .

His wife was watching the close-up of her husband having sex with another woman. At this point, I started slapping his wife

's white buttocks again. He couldn't reach my wife's buttocks, so he reached out and slapped his own

wife right. As we were thrusting, I suddenly had a whimsical idea. Since we were all fairly familiar with each other, I didn't need to ask for

her permission; I directly commanded his wife, "Get up and kneel in front of me, I'm going to ejaculate on your face.

" The woman looked up at her husband, who nodded, and she turned and knelt before me. I took off

the condom, masturbated with one hand, and used the other to touch her breasts. Those breasts were much more pleasurable than my wife's. I made

her rub my scrotum with one hand. Midway through, I deliberately turned around and ordered her to lick my buttocks, and she obediently

did so . I wanted to make his wife lick my buttocks in front of that man. Using my hand was quick; I

ejaculated in no time, spraying semen all over his wife's face. Some semen dripped onto her breasts, so I casually smeared it

on her nipples.

Her husband wasn't polite either; he thrust in and out of my wife's vagina for a while, and before ejaculating, he pulled out his penis,

removed the condom, and ejaculated onto my breasts. The man and I each used toilet paper to clean

the semen from our wives. Finally, we all took a shower together.

Because our train was early the next day, we didn't stay up too late. Early the next morning, we

hurriedly left the city, agreeing never to bother each other again.

A few months later, I resolutely divorced my wife. I believe that wives in wife-swapping games are

victims ; no matter how hard they try to please their husbands, it's all in vain. Once the husbands have satisfied their distorted

desires, divorce is the only option left. Many husbands in wife-swapping games must also be making this

helpless choice.

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