That night, a passionate night for four people.

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That night, a passionate night for four. (Absolutely true)

It all came to this point by chance. No planning, no design, it just

happened naturally. I don't remember how long ago it was (probably about a year ago)

, but around that time, I was addicted to online chatting. Over time, I met many

female netizens I clicked with. One of them was a girl I knew from my younger days, but we had never dated.

After meeting her online, I discovered she had truly blossomed into a beautiful young woman.

During our chats, we felt an instant connection and poured our hearts out to each other. But all of this happened without my wife's knowledge

. Until one day, I saw my wife asleep and couldn't resist chatting with her again. However, my wife had already noticed

my strange behavior and pretended to be asleep. While we were chatting enthusiastically, exchanging sweet nothings

, my wife had somehow seen everything from behind. She was furious. I blushed deeply and

was speechless.

After a few minutes of stalemate, I began to explain: "

That's how . Don't take it seriously, just treat it as a way to enrich your life. Besides, how many men these days are decent? Some keep

mistresses, some go to prostitutes. I'm just indulging in some online fantasies. I don't keep mistresses, I don't gamble,

I don't drink, and I don't smoke. I'm at home when I'm at home, and at work when I'm out. Where can you find a man like me anymore?"

My wife seemed to agree and fell silent. I continued, "Actually, this is my only hobby.

Can let me keep it?" My wife laughed, "You're so pitiful, it's like I'm pressuring you. Okay,

just don't cause any problems with your chats."

I was secretly pleased. I pressed on, "Why don't you learn to chat too? It's really interesting. Maybe

you can even rediscover that feeling of first love." My wife was skeptical: "I don't believe you." I said, "I'll register a QQ account for you

, you'll see when you try it." My wife said, "Forget it, we'll talk about it later."

But from then on, every time I chatted, my wife would intentionally or unintentionally come over. I didn't avoid her, and

we chatted about everything, sweet nothings, even lewd things. My wife stopped saying anything. But eventually, someone who stands by the river will get their shoes wet. Finally,

one day , my wife said, "Get me an account too. I might use it to pass the time when I'm bored." I readily agreed

. I immediately registered an account and even chose a special username: "Yi Xin Yi Yi" (伊心伊意). I added

many … (the prefix is too long, I'll add it later).

The day before Children's Day in 2008, we boarded the train to H city. I was very calm.

Because we had agreed beforehand that we would only play around, do some lighthearted sexual games to lighten the mood, and not actually swap. So

I felt quite at ease. But my wife seemed particularly excited, unable to hide her joy. I asked my wife, "How are you feeling

now ?" My wife pretended to be fine: "Nothing." I deliberately probed: "Do you want to swap?" My wife acted

nonchalant: "You knew they would agree!" It wasn't hard to see that my wife was very clear about her thoughts;

she definitely longed for this kind of special experience.

The train was fast, and we arrived in H city in no time. At the exit, I called L to let them know we

had arrived. Unexpectedly, they were already waiting at the train station. Less than two minutes later, my wife and I saw a

couple walking towards us and recognized them immediately. They looked much the same as in the video. L wore glasses,

was about my height, neither particularly strong nor thin. Q looked slightly taller than L, appearing slender and graceful.

As they approached, L glanced at me, then carefully examined my wife, saying, "Sister-in-law, you're so well-preserved!

You look ." I replied, "My sister-in-law is also very well-maintained." We shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, without any awkwardness.

L was very proactive, saying, "The room is already booked. Considering you're returning tonight, it's

near the station." It was clear that L was a thoughtful person. Next, we had dinner together. L and Q took

us to a restaurant they frequented. Just as we ordered, Q's phone rang. It was their son

calling. He seemed to be pestering his mother to come home and keep him company. L had no choice but to go pick him up. The three of us were left behind.

Since it was our first time together, we were all a bit reserved, chatting about raising children while waiting for L and the child to

arrive.

About ten minutes later, the two of them arrived. Then came dinner, putting the child to bed, and chatting about

trivial things. Because of time constraints, dinner was rather casual. After dinner, L said, "You guys go to the room

first. My wife will take the child home to put him to sleep and then come over." So my wife and I went to the hotel first. It was a standard double

room, rather small, but acceptable. After resting in the room for a while and showering, my wife and I

decided to go for a walk and buy something to eat.

The station square was downstairs. Because it was evening, there weren't many people. After walking around for a short while, the phone rang. This

time it was Q calling, asking if we were in the room and saying they would be coming soon. After hanging up the phone, a surge of excitement

welled up inside me. The thing I'd been looking forward to for so long was about to happen. I turned to look at my wife, and she looked at me with a

strange expression. We smiled at each other.

We went back to the hotel without stopping. After a while, they arrived. I asked, "Is the child asleep?" "Of course,

they can't leave if they're not asleep," L said. It was clear they (especially L) had put in

a lot of . I said, "Want to take a shower first?" L and Q agreed. Since we weren't quite comfortable with each other yet, we couldn't

exchange showers. The couple went in together. They came out more than ten minutes later. They said, "You two should go shower too."

I said I'd already showered, and told my wife to shower alone. The three of us watched TV, seemingly engrossed, but our hearts were

pounding. We couldn't wait for my wife to finish showering, eagerly anticipating the happy moment.

About twenty minutes later, my wife finally came out. She had gotten her hair done, but when she came out, she

'd washed it all off. I was a little annoyed: "Why did you wash it off when it was all done?" LP didn't say anything, but L seized the opportunity and said,

"That's better, it looks sexier." LP laughed. L was direct, grabbed a deck of cards, and said, "Let's begin

." What followed was our four-person fun sex game. We divided into men and women, and whichever side lost a turn had to take off an item of clothing.

Once naked, they had to do what the winner asked. L said, "No cheating allowed." LP and Q didn't object.

My wife said, "Who's afraid of who? We're not sure who'll win yet."

The game began. The four of us sat together on the bed, playing with a deck of 13 cards (the jokers were removed).

Although my wife had played Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game), she wasn't very skilled at this. In the first round, LP and Q lost.

We two men were quite pleased with ourselves and said, "Let's take our clothes off!" But the two ladies objected, saying, "This doesn't count, let's try two

rounds first." Honestly, in a situation where no one had ever experienced this before, anyone would feel embarrassed, especially since both

ladies were the virtuous wife and mother type. We couldn't force them. LP and I exchanged a glance and agreed. In the second trial round,

the ladies lost again. The third round officially began. I said, "From this time on, no bargaining is allowed."

The ladies readily agreed.

Surprisingly, LP and I had really good luck and worked together very well. We won the third round again. Finally, it was time for the real test

. My wife was the most straightforward, saying, "Take it off, what's the big deal?" Without another word, she swung her arms and

pulled off her top. Two firm breasts, encased in a bra, were on full display under the watchful eyes of the four men.

Although L wore glasses, it was easy to see his curious, lecherous gaze was immediately drawn to them, a slight smile playing on

his lips . Since the sister-in-law had set a good example, Q, though seemingly embarrassed, still

awkwardly removed her top. I, of course, couldn't miss the sight, but I couldn't appear too brazen, so

I stole a few glances when she wasn't looking. To be honest, I could clearly feel that her breasts weren't as full and

firm as LP's. Even so, the allure of her body didn't diminish my curiosity in the slightest.

In the next round, the lady was still no match for the two of us "highly intelligent" men. I thought this time I'd finally see the breasts for

what they truly were. But unexpectedly, this time it was the jeans covering the ladies' long legs that suffered,

and this whole thing happened under the covers. Not satisfied, we tried again. But good luck doesn't always

accompany us lecherous men. The next two rounds quickly dismantled our shirts and trousers. Q

chuckled I didn't expect you two to be wearing red underwear!" Sure enough, two bright red panties were displayed

before the two beauties. L and I laughed: "We're telepathically connected!"

The game continued. The next task was to remove the ladies' last two pieces of equipment. So L and I

played very carefully. As expected, we finally seized control of the ladies' "mountain peaks," forcing them

to obediently remove their barriers. But things weren't as wonderful as we expected. As they removed their xx

, their legs firmly formed another line of defense for RF. They even gave us a smug smile. A pair of

smug women, two dejected men!

We didn't believe they wouldn't surrender! The battle continued. But things got worse. The men were steadily losing ground,

first with the fall of their last stronghold (underwear), then a series of physical punishments: push-ups, frog jumps,

forehead flicks, nipple pinches—we were truly tortured. But how could men easily succumb to two girls?

We were resilient, fighting on despite repeated defeats.

The final result, of course, is predictable. We used our wisdom and perseverance to crush the "enemy's" last

fortress. Although they managed to disarm us once by hiding under the covers, the final victory left them

with nowhere to escape .

Looking at the ladies' naked bodies and shy expressions, a sense of accomplishment welled up within us. Of course, this

wasn't our final goal. We couldn't just treat the ladies as spoils of war. We sought

more shared joy and perfect happiness.

Therefore, the later activities were more relaxed, casual, natural, and even more exciting than the earlier ones. (Continue playing

Thirteen Cards)

l suggested a great idea. The ladies who lost were blindfolded with X and Z, and

L and I took turns licking the left and right breasts of the same person, trying to guess who was licking which side. Otherwise, they had

to keep licking.

As the sister-in-law, LP set a good example. When she shyly and

completely exposed her full and firm breasts, I believe it was also L's moment of intense excitement. When our tongues gently landed on

LP's nipples, I felt my wife's body tremble slightly, perhaps from excitement, perhaps from nervousness. L, like

a cat that hadn't tasted meat in a long time, happily enjoyed the divine taste of LP's breasts. At this moment, I saw that his penis was already

out of control, naturally standing tall and erect. But it lasted only a short time, because LP quickly guessed who

was who.

So the two cats turned their attention to Q. Although Q's breasts weren't particularly beautiful, my blood

was still boiling more than usual. When Q covered her eyes with her bra, I led L to kiss her without hesitation.

Q seemed more reserved than L, showing only a fleeting hint of shyness, without any exaggerated expressions. But

I wouldn't say she wasn't like a calm sea with turbulent depths. After all, being comforted by

a man was a first for her.

The game entered its practical phase. L, eager to achieve her goal, had no longer cared about playing cards.

L said, "Forget it, let's stop playing cards and exchange licks." I understood what he meant; he wanted to attack the most

alluring place.

The game entered its practical phase. L, eager to achieve her goal, had no longer cared about playing cards.

L said, "Forget it, let's stop playing cards and exchange licks." I understood what he meant; he wanted to attack the most

alluring place.

Actually, this was the ultimate goal of the game for all four of us. The ladies, however, couldn't shake off

the shyness and reserve of traditional Chinese women, their faces showing embarrassment. But L couldn't care less about that. He moved over,

pulled LP into his arms, and instantly, his lips were on hers. LP

closed , slowly lying down as L kissed her.

I followed suit, not wanting to linger on her lips. I impatiently parted Q's

legs , and her "beauty spot" immediately came into view. The color was fresh and delicate, small and exquisite, without any excess or

exaggeration. Faced with this, my emotions didn't reach their peak, because my thoughts and gaze kept

drifting towards LP beside me. I turned my head and found that L's lips had left their original position, traversing her jaw, neck, shoulders,

chest, and abdomen, and had now wandered to LP's "deep valley." I couldn't see what L's tongue was doing, but I could

see his entire head moving incessantly between LP's legs, constantly making "sizzling" sounds. LP also

seemed unable to open her eyes, only able to twist her body, bite her lower lip tightly, and keep

groaning from her nose.

Seeing my wife being enjoyed by another man like this for the first time filled me with indescribable complex emotions.

I didn't know what my wife was thinking at that moment, and perhaps she didn't know what I was thinking either. Only one feeling I

clearly remember was that my "little brother" was now fully erect. I knew that there was only

one thing I could do now: let's create pleasure for each other's lovers!

I couldn't just be a spectator, nor could I neglect Q. I extended my index finger, aiming straight for Q's genitals. I

was shocked by what I found! Q's genitals were practically overflowing with moisture; the moment I touched them,

Q's moans were incessant. The situation was urgent; I couldn't delay any longer.

I used all the tricks I usually used on my wife, employing them to their fullest extent on Q. My tongue was the hardest-working

protagonist, while my lips and hands were indispensable supporting actors. Our two male organs were making zero-distance contact with various parts of each other's wives'

bodies .

As my lips kissed Q's lips, my erect weapon was already hovering at the entrance of Q's vagina. I could

see Q's expression of enjoyment, and I could hear my wife's wanton moans. At this moment, my heart was even more chaotic. My

passion was even more intense. A thought flashed through my mind: rush in! But I still controlled myself. I couldn't!

Because we had agreed beforehand: we could do anything, but we must not change.

Honesty is the most important thing. If I took it upon myself to trespass on her "private home," it might cause trouble.

But the longer we played like this, the stronger that thought became. Seeing my wife

's current behavior, remembering her suggestive words and longing expression when we set off, and my increasingly swollen and uncomfortable penis, my breathing

became rapid. I couldn't care less about anything else. I said to L, who was having a great time next to me: Let's switch! Actually, this should have

been exactly what L wanted. He immediately told me with his eyes that as long as his sister-in-law agreed, that was fine! At this moment, LP was immersed

in unprecedented pleasure with her eyes closed. I didn't want to interrupt her wonderful time, so I'll talk about it later...

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