[A woman's emotional record of wife swapping]

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Swapping partners is something most people despise yet are curious about, haha. It's said this is the author's

true feeling, described from a woman's psychological perspective. There's no explicit content, but

the grasp of psychological changes is quite good.

(By the way, one protagonist is named C, and the other Q; this is the original text. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.)

When I got back to my dorm at 10:30, I went straight to the sixth floor. The three numbers on the doorplate, 619,

seemed to be coldly smiling at me, as if sizing up my sudden visit… I shook my head helplessly and turned back downstairs—my

dorm is on the fourth floor.

I knew I was a little "preoccupied."

I've been staring at the computer for two hours now, my mind overflowing with guilt.

With nothing to do, I've been snacking and drinking cola. Food makes me simple, careless, and indescribable… But

continuing might just lead to more spacing out, or meaningless writing and deleting, deleting and writing… The feelings building up inside me

don't have the courage to come out openly… I won't be pretentious, I won't be sarcastic, and I don't want to be a

hopeful storyteller, adding a happy ending or touching plot to every story. I'm just thinking about

how to present a story without hurting kind people.

I cried for help late at night, and a friend said, "Follow your heart… Real things always have

regrets …"

My own heart? I don't even understand myself. I think I'll just make a simple, difficult

statement .

Today is my partner's birthday, and I only sent him a message wishing him a happy birthday at almost 12:30. I've been thinking about

how to record these past two days, whether to downplay them or avoid the important ones, but in any case, I need to

leave an opportunity to reflect.

Many friends have found out about our whereabouts over the past two days, and some are eagerly awaiting my account, which I

know . However, I may disappoint you all, because what you will see is not happiness, or rather, not

pure happiness, or perhaps it can only be considered luck, because we simply met a wonderful couple—a

very simple, kind, warm, and loving couple.

We met them (I will refer to Mr. C as C and his wife as Q) at a restaurant in Tianjin.

Knowing that we like spicy food, they thoughtfully treated us to hot pot.

Seeing them wave, we sat down facing each other and started talking about the weather, the climate

differences . Later, the men's topic shifted to cross-strait relations, while Q and I remained relatively silent.

I didn't dare look at C; I felt I would reveal my expression or intentions. For a moment, I felt like I had fallen from

a height to the ground, and the clear sense of falling brought my thoughts to a sharper point.

To be honest, I felt we were better suited as friends than as lovers.

Sure enough, when we went to sing karaoke after dinner, everyone relaxed and forgot what they were actually supposed to be doing.

My husband was very happy, drinking beer and singing old songs from his memories, as if he had returned to the season of love. He

held the microphone , pointed at me with the other, and sang "My favorite is you..." His dreamy eyes touched me. They

sang a duet intimately and were very happy. We both passed the time in this relaxed manner. The dim lighting didn't create any special

feeling, and the love songs we sang were just beautiful notes... Neither of us knew what we should or shouldn't

do .

Around 11:30, we took a taxi to their house.

It was a typical couple's home, simple and cozy inside. Stepping out of the living room, there was a

large balcony. My crowded feelings suddenly eased for a moment, and the night breeze was gentle. As we walked onto the balcony

, C briefly placed his hand on my waist, and I suddenly tensed up. Is it better to have a wife than someone else's?!

After sitting for a while, I went to take a shower. Q brought me one of her nightgowns. I repeatedly told my husband I wanted to wear something modest

, but when I came out, I still noticed half of my breast and my clearly visible areola...

I covered my chest with my hands and sat next to my husband. Everyone took turns showering, and the rest of us were rather silent.

At that time, a channel was showing "The Legend of the Condor Heroes."

Afterwards, we all sat obediently in the living room watching TV until after 1 a.m. the next day.

The lights were bright, and there was no hint of ambiguity between us, so the hostess turned off the living room lights.

Everyone started to smile knowingly.

I was actually a little reluctant because C wasn't my type (I'm sorry).

But with the lights off, the visual pressure lessened considerably, so we started to create a sense of ambiguity.

When we sat on a sofa, C put her arm around my shoulder and her right hand around my chest... I didn't refuse;

at that moment the situation controlled everything. I saw my husband sitting very properly, and I suddenly felt sorry for Q, so I

encouraged him with my eyes. I was relaxed then, perhaps the fleeting physical pleasure gave me a rare sense of tolerance and acceptance

…

Later, we did it in separate rooms, and it felt unfamiliar. Because of different habits or other reasons,

my pleasure didn't arrive as expected… During our time together, C kept thinking about his lover, and I

turned one side, smiling understandingly. Later, Q came to see us, but after just one glance, she ran out again. After Q left,

she cried…

(II)

This made me think of myself… But strangely, I didn't shed a single tear, and I couldn't even find a trace of sadness

… My husband, C, and I were all comforting her.

Her crying was very infectious; her tears intensified the emotional element of the game. I felt that authenticity was

good; if everyone were to indulge in pure physical pleasure, it would make us feel even more sorrowful, and we

might even begin to doubt our attitude towards love.

Women are always somewhat sensitive, and I felt a deep tenderness for her, like tenderness for myself.

So I had my husband hold her, and I held him from behind. Actually, at that moment, I also needed him, but

I didn't say it.

I pressed my head against his back, feeling the warmth of his chest.

This familiar, warm embrace… I couldn't bear to leave.

It took her a long time to calm down, which I think was because of the simultaneous comforting from both men.

Q and I both believed that the men derived more pleasure from the game than the women, and we were very friendly at that time. Her

smile was captivating.

After showering separately, we sat back down in the living room. We discussed how to sleep that night.

Actually, I made it clear to my husband while showering, "I don't want to spend the whole night with C." That

's true; at the time, I hadn't considered that I also didn't want my husband to spend the night with another woman. I was simply strongly insisting based on my

own feelings.

Therefore, everyone tried to conceal their opinions during the discussion. Of course, expressing them explicitly

inevitably hurt some vulnerable souls.

I smiled and said, "I'm still not used to sleeping with strangers." If the lights were on, everyone would see my

honest undisguised smile.

They didn't really agree with me because they were still discussing it. "You decide, I'm fine with whatever,"

all three of them said. I suddenly felt a sadness… my mood was low, yet I was stubborn.

Perhaps they were all hoping for a new feeling of sleep.

I insisted, "Let's sleep with our own people, otherwise… I really won't be used to it."

They agreed. Because my reasons sounded perfectly reasonable.

My husband and I returned to the room, and naturally, a slight unpleasantness occurred.

I am a selfish, willful, and capricious woman. I blame my husband for disregarding my feelings, for not

cherishing me, for not loving me as he claimed, for all sorts of other things… My bizarre and demanding questions

often leave him speechless. I hit him, pinch him, twist him, and make him swear he loves me… I turn my back,

cross my arms, my hair hanging lonely on my chest, tears streaming down my face, my breathing heavy. I feel that sex makes everything

fragile; I am sad, I am afraid, I am lonely…

I think of any man I can miss: I think of Z, and I desperately want to

text to tell him I miss him, to feel his pure, simple emotions. I know he would say that the world is better when it's pure,

and then I deeply miss the pure life I once had… I think of Xiao Tang, I think of WXY, I think of WY, I think of the unfamiliar

“feelings”… Back then, anyone who showed me concern could become my confidant

… My tears have already soaked my temples… Just then, C… He pushed open the door and came in, telling my husband they

could switch beds. I was extremely unhappy, but didn't say a word. My breathing seemed off

, so he asked my husband what was wrong. My husband said he was crying. He asked why, and my husband said he didn't know.

So he said, "Then you two can sleep...

" After he left, I pretended to be calm and said, "Disappointed? Why don't you come over? I'm fine sleeping alone... I

won't be angry, really."

My husband smiled and hugged me tightly. I dodged, and he hugged me tighter. I dodged again, and he hugged me again...

Finally, feeling wronged, I snuggled into his arms, listing all his faults, and cried my heart out...

He

started kissing my earlobe... We made love well, worked up a sweat, but then fell into a deep

sleep . I was still in the same position, hugging him tightly from behind... Before, he always put his legs on me,

but since I became pregnant in 2001, my husband has maintained this sleeping position to avoid putting pressure on my abdomen.

So , for the past two years, this position has become our best sleeping position.

(III)

It was already past ten o'clock when I woke up in the morning. I kissed my husband, and he seemed a little excited. I urged him to go to the next room,

but he refused. I knew he was just saying it for my benefit, but I was still quite happy... That's how silly women are... I don't

know why my mood suddenly improved.

He went over, and C came over.

C was very concerned about his wife and asked me, "Do you think they're done?"

I said, "Go and see. "

He asked if I was going, and I said I didn't have the courage.

He went over and came back a little while later. I asked, "Are they done?"

He said, "It seems like they are."

So, I put on my clothes, my heart tightening, but I still bravely said, "I'll go and see too."

My husband was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Q was also sitting, with a certain distance between them.

When they saw me coming, they laughed. I asked, "How is it?

" My husband said, "I can't take it anymore, I feel pressured."

I asked why, and he said, "I keep worrying that someone will come over..."

I said, "I didn't mean to come over; he said you're done, so I came."

My explanation was correct, but the correct explanation actually served as a good cover for my true thoughts...

I was still very selfish.

So, we all got up and washed up. Then the men went downstairs to buy groceries, I watched TV in the living room, and she went

online.

Later, the men cooked, and she helped out, while I went online in the inner room.

Seeing TT and "Mood" online felt like meeting family; an unspeakable wave of grievances washed

over me … They comforted me, guided me, and even scolded me, but no matter what, they were doing it for my own good. That was

the best gift I received that day… "Mood" even called to comfort me and listen to my

troubles … My husband saw me chatting and smiled tolerantly; he knew I was seeking comfort, something he couldn't

give me.

During dinner, C carefully served his wife rice, picked out food, poured drinks, and even cleaned up the dishes

…

He's a good husband, and Q is very happy.

After lunch, Q and C were having sex in the room, with my husband filming them. At the time, I was incredibly tolerant (now I

realize I was being dishonest; I wonder if I can still be considered honest now, haha), and said to my husband

, "You three come on, I'll film you."

My husband shook his head, letting me watch them. Only then did I feel a little less stressed.

They were very affectionate and engrossed. Later, they suggested we do it too, saying we'd record it together.

So, our two families were on one bed, each doing our own thing. We kept to ourselves…

but I felt very comfortable, and I fainted on top of my husband again… I liked it this way; I

love my husband so much, and at that moment, I could only accept this kind of love.

Later, everyone felt this went against our original intentions. Yes, what kind of 4P is this? So,

we naturally switched.

I watched my husband moving vigorously on top of Q, and I smiled broadly. Q's moans clearly increased, and C asked

, "Is it good?" Q didn't have time to answer… I felt like a spectator… even though C was selling…

He thrust forcefully above my body… C ejaculated. I looked at my husband, he glanced back at me, and finished quickly too.

Q lay in bed for a long time, too weak to move, C gently caressed her the whole time…

C made porridge for dinner, which we ate quite well.

Afterwards, Q had work to do and went to the inner room, while the three of us watched a DVD outside. It was "The Pianist,"

which I had heard of before but was watching for the first time today. It was indeed very good; they have a lot of good movies, and C

has a hobby of collecting them.

The scene was beautiful. I sat between them, next to my husband, with a slice of watermelon cut by C in front of me.

There was no light, only the flickering light from the TV screen following the plot… We chatted happily… C

’s left hand gently caressed my buttocks, moving very lightly through my pajamas…

After “The Pianist” ended, C put on another movie. At this moment, my husband’s fingers probed inside me.

He looked at me in surprise. I knew he was asking why I was so wet down there. I

smiled , and his fingers became restless, even grinning mischievously… I involuntarily twisted my body,

leaning my upper body towards C. C responded to me, and my husband made a move from behind… At that moment, I felt incredibly alluring

because I was simultaneously and freely displaying myself in front of two men…

(IV)

Because we were on the sofa, perhaps C was still thinking about his wife, so the matter ended without a trace.

When Q came out, we were already sitting there properly watching TV. However, after Q came over,

she asked C in surprise, "Where are your pants?" C awkwardly pointed to the condoms on the coffee table with her foot and said, "I gave them to them."

Q didn't say anything; I could tell she was angry. I didn't say anything and pretended not to notice. At the same time, I noticed that my husband

hadn't had time to put on his pants either…

Q went into the bedroom, and C went in after her.

I felt Q needed comforting, so my husband and I went in together.

Q was lying on the bed, and C was chatting and video chatting with someone online. So we joined in.

Later, my husband and I were chatting while they were making love in bed.

…

Later, at a friend's request, we put on a show. But we were still just friends,

even though we were in the same bed.

Near the end, to prove how exciting it was to others (at least that's what I thought), we switched places.

Q was moaning with pleasure again, and C took her hand and asked, "Was it good, baby?" He kissed her hand

repeatedly… My husband and I looked at each other… I turned my head away… C ejaculated inside me again

.

My husband moved a few times…maybe he was afraid of condoms, anyway, it didn't work out.

Netizens said it was exciting, and I think anyone would say that. Sensory experiences often mask

many subtle details. I gave each netizen a shy smile; they only associated it with allure

. That's just how it is, no one's fault but ours.

That night, my husband and I slept together, and we made love perfectly. I had multiple orgasms, like a winged

angel, always flying in heaven…my husband said I was crying and laughing, and my voice was very loud…but

really, I felt so released, so incredibly released. I love him to death…we slept very late. We didn't get up until noon, had lunch,

and Q had to go out. I shook hands with her to say goodbye, and at my suggestion, my husband hugged her goodbye…At two o'clock,

my husband and I said goodbye to C.

…Beautiful Tianjin, we left in the afternoon shade…

In the blink of an eye, we experienced one of the most challenging things in our marriage. My mind

is still filled with the unfamiliar street scenes of Tianjin, the strange yet warm home, and vivid images...

I'm already sitting in the study room again, nestled in the dim light of my computer, using memories to wake myself up.

I remember telling TT, "Seeing the scratches on my husband's back makes me very sad."

I really cared then, but now I've forgiven everything...

I remember telling C before leaving that neither of us was perfect. We should have

treated each other like new partners for those two days, but we cared too much about our own, which is why we were so

reserved ... C said, "Actually, this is a gradual process, and it's easier for everyone to accept this way..."

...I'm always a theoretical giant, but in reality, I was the most fickle one throughout the whole process, unable to

hide and acting on impulse...

Only after leaving their house did I begin to regret not having a proper talk with Q. She's a very tolerant woman,

much more mature than me, and I like her very much. I'll always remember wearing her pajamas and sleeping in her wedding bed

... We should actually be very close friends.

4P is a challenging game, and I mustered up the courage to participate. I gained love

and harmony with my husband, and also a lingering sense of unease…

Nothing can be perfect for all four people at the same time, without any flaws. So, whether it's

regret or happiness, what matters most is that it's in the past and we've experienced it.

Everyone says the first step is hard, but once you take it, it's over… Sometimes, looking back, it feels

like I was caught off guard.

Looking back at 3P, I think the woman was actually happiest at that moment. To be honest, I really

hope to experience it again, because 3P doesn't make another woman cry.

Moving from one step to another, and looking back, understanding doesn't need words; everything falls into place naturally.

This is how practice and theory are repeatedly proven.

In just one month, we suddenly tried everything, and I felt extremely uneasy, like

a child who has stolen too much, filled with fear.

Therefore, we hope to have a quiet period of life, or rather, to live with a contemplative attitude.

We need to revisit our love and cherish our family and children.

But once the floodgates of desire are opened, they are hard to close again.

It could be said that the story has only just begun.

(V)

Since the last wife-swapping game, my husband and I seemed to have returned to our former tranquility.

I continued to teach at the academy as before, while my husband was busy with his business. On the surface,

everything nothing had happened.

Two weeks later, on a weekend, my husband had a business trip to Tianjin, and I had a premonition that

something happen. Sure enough, on his way to Tianjin, he texted me, telling me he and

C had arranged for him to go to Q's place that weekend, while C would come to keep me company. This meant our wife-swapping game was

far from over.

Upon receiving the text, I didn't say anything, just replied, "Okay."

Actually, after experiencing it once, deep down I wasn't completely averse to wife-swapping anymore. Although I

didn't outwardly crave it, I vaguely liked it; after all, it meant an experiment,

a change in my life.

I once had sex with a journalist online, and that was the only

time.

That person said I was very sexy and seductive, even though I never initiated it. That time, I orgasmed

twice , and he ejaculated three times. |

But after that, I never video-chatted with him again because I felt a sense of promiscuity within myself, something I couldn't accept in

reality . An hour later, my husband texted again, saying C had already left and

I should be more enthusiastic towards him.

I had no classes in the afternoon, so I went home early. I tidied up my room a bit, looked at

myself , opened my makeup bag, thought for a moment, then closed it again without touching anything.

I felt there was no need to cater to anyone. I didn't dislike C, but I didn't have much affection for her either.

I liked the reporter I video chatted with before; I thought I would be more proactive around him.

Looking at myself in the mirror, even though I had a child, my breasts were still perky.

I had secretly observed Q's breasts; they were nowhere near as round as mine, at least two sizes smaller.

Q's legs were slender and not as sexy as mine; married men usually like women with sexy legs.

Perhaps this was why C was infatuated with me, while Q's charm and petite figure were qualities I lacked. Was that what her husband

liked about her?

Around 5 pm, my husband sent his third text message, saying he had entered Tianjin city and

contacted Q. He was going to pick her up from her company and said C would be arriving soon.

A little while later, I heard a knock on the door; it must be C.

(VI)

Standing outside the door was C, who had clearly rushed over, his face showing signs of travel.

I smiled slightly at C, said nothing, and quietly ushered him into the living room. C seemed a little

reserved, lacking the natural ease I'd shown him at my previous home.

After all, this was only our second meeting, and our first time alone together.

I asked C what he'd like to drink, and he suggested green tea. I also like green tea; it's not as sweet as fruit juice or

as carbonated as cola, refreshing yet slightly bitter, which suits my personality.

We exchanged simple pleasantries, talking about our recent situations. C works in IT, is very quick-witted and has a sharp mind

. But we both knew what was going to happen next, so we both seemed distracted.

I told C I'd show him around my house, so we walked through each room, C obediently following.

We stopped on the balcony. The afterglow of the setting sun was just beginning to spill in, making the city's

twilight scenery beautiful.

Then C hugged me from behind. I struggled for a moment, but C's arms tightened noticeably, so I

gave up and let him hold me like that. A strange feeling welled up inside me.

C's breathing became noticeably heavier and more rapid. He pressed his face against my cheek and began kissing my

ears and temples.

I didn't resist, letting him kiss me. I could faintly hear

music coming from the speakers of the shops across the street in the distance, and I felt myself drifting away with the music.

Seeing that I didn't object, C became bolder, his hand slipping inside my breasts. I tried to stop him, but he pressed

harder.

C's caresses were gentle and delicate, the slow, gentle pressure very pleasant. I thought he had found

something in me that Q couldn't give him.

Gradually, I could feel my nipples swelling, and a

uniquely , emitting a faint fragrance.

I think C also sensed this change, and the frequency of his caresses and rubbing increased.

At this moment, I began to feel something hard pressing against my buttocks. I felt a little

smug , but I didn't show any expression. I just silently cooperated with C's movements.

Slowly, C's hand began to slide towards my abdomen.

(VII)

I tried to stop C from penetrating downwards, but it was too late. He had already touched my "grass".

My lower body was actually already wet. The reason I stopped C was that I didn't want him to see my "loss of control" too early.

But he had already touched my wetness, and a smile appeared on his face for the first time.

Last time on C's bed, when we took turns doing it, I saw Q's lower body. Her hair was unusually

thick and dark. I had never seen it before in public bathhouses. I never thought that a woman's lower body could have such thick

hair , while Q's appearance was so petite and cute. And my place was just right.

After letting C's hand linger for a moment, I still stopped C. I didn't want to start with him too early because I didn't

know how things were going with my husband. I was afraid that my husband and I would be taken advantage of. I was a little selfish here.

So I told C to send a text message to ask about their situation. C was a little disappointed, but

did as I said.

We went back to the living room and sat in opposite corners of the sofa, quietly waiting for Q to send a text. But

there was no reply for a long time. C and I didn't speak, each lost in our own thoughts, and the large room suddenly became

unusually quiet.

The light in the room began to dim, and a faint, ambiguous atmosphere enveloped the room, making me a little scared. I got up

to turn on the light, and as I passed C, he stood up and blocked my way, saying, "Don't turn on the light, this is good," and pulled me

into his arms.

We started kissing, his tongue entering my mouth—or rather, C kissing me. In the darkness,

we both relaxed a little. C's hands went inside my bra again, kneading vigorously, almost frantically,

and his kiss made me feel suffocated.

We fell onto the sofa, and C pressed down on me, rendering me immobile. He began unbuttoning my clothes,

kissing my fair, firm neck as he did so. I was wearing a white bra today, which stood out conspicuously in the darkness, making it

even more alluring.

C slightly rose, turned me over, and began unbuttoning my bra at the back. Then he knelt on my smooth

back, kissing me from top to bottom, from left to right.

Under his caresses, my body began to heat up, and I became even wetter, feeling myself flowing.

Even though I tried to suppress my feelings, I couldn't help but moan a few times.

C turned me back over and covered my body again. By this time, my upper body was completely naked, and I

instinctively embraced C.

C lowered his head to kiss my nipples. I knew my breasts were swollen and full, my nipples round and swollen, my

areolas spreading outwards.

C began to take off my outer pants and underwear. I said no, that I should wait for news from the other side, but C seemed not to

hear me and continued undressing. I was wearing casual pants, the kind I only wear at home, and C quickly took them off. Next

,

C started to undo his belt, but in his haste, he couldn't manage it. I stood there naked,

watching him, and C seemed embarrassed.

Because it was dark, I couldn't see his face, but I imagined it was flushed red.

I was relieved to think C wasn't a seasoned player.

I suggested we wait for news from Q, but C got impatient, saying they might have already started.

I agreed, so I stopped talking.

C quickly unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants down to his ankles, because he was impatient. The

moment his hot penis entered me, we both couldn't help but let out a "ah!"

I hugged C tightly, letting him ride me. C bit my nipple again, rubbing it with

his teeth , and I couldn't help but moan. In sync with C's rhythm, my body arched upwards, and C also entered

a state of excitement... y

(eight)

C's little brother repeatedly thrust in and out of me, the rhythm getting faster and faster, and both C and I were drenched in sweat.

C probably felt that it was too lubricated down there and the friction was not enough, so he pulled out, wiped himself with a towel,

and then came over to wipe me, while whispering in my ear, "Does it feel good?" I closed my eyes and murmured "Mmm."

He was very happy to hear that, and thrust in again, asking, "Does it hurt?" I just held his

back , letting my nails dig deep into his skin.

"Beep, beep," at this moment, C's phone on the coffee table made a notification sound of receiving a text message. C

hesitated for a moment, did not look at it, and continued to wriggle on me. I said, "Let's take a look." C said, "I'm about to ejaculate.

" "Thump, thump," my phone, which was set to vibrate mode, also made a sound of receiving a text message.

The arrival of two text messages interrupted our progress, so C had to look at the text messages, but he was still lying on me and did not

pull out. I also maintained the same posture to look at the contents of my text messages.

Q's text message was simple; she just said they had made contact and everything was going smoothly.

My husband told me he was driving to Q's company to pick her up after work and they were almost at Q's house. He

also said that he and Q had started a relationship and that we should follow suit and keep each other updated on our progress.

Later, I found out that on the way to Q's house, my husband and Q had sex in the car.

I had also had sex with my husband in the car once, on the day we bought our car. We were both

very excited to finally buy the car. After completing all the formalities, we drove around the streets, eating at restaurants when we got hungry, and then

continuing to speed. Of course, as new drivers, we couldn't drive very fast, but the feeling was the same.

By the time we remembered to go home, it was already past midnight. When we drove to the parking lot of our apartment complex, my husband didn't get out.

He leaned over and kissed me, caressing me. My desire was also ignited, and I said, "Let's do it at home." My husband said, "Let's do it here

." I said, "The car is too small, how can we do it?" He said, "Let's try something new; a different environment might be more effective."

Later, we got to the back seat. My husband pinned me down. Although I was curled up and not fully undressed, it

was uncomfortable, and I was afraid of being seen by others. It didn't last long, but both my husband and I reached orgasm.

My husband picked Q up from work, and we encountered a huge weekend traffic jam as soon as we got on the ring road. Q was wearing

a business suit and light makeup, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Actually, in our wife-swapping game, this couple probably got along better than us, because

it was clear that Q liked my husband, while my feelings for C were just so-so. For men, as long as a woman isn't ridiculously bad,

they can achieve harmony in bed.

Actually, wasn't C and I quite harmonious, except that I wasn't very proactive? Perhaps deep down, I

just didn't want to admit a fact.

The car moved slowly forward, and my husband and Q chatted. My husband smiled and asked Q, "Did you miss me?" Q

smiled replied, "Why would I miss you?" My husband was speechless.

Soon, it got dark. When the husband borrowed the file, he casually placed his hand

on the back of Q's hand. Q didn't move, pretending nothing was wrong.

The husband became bolder and held Q's small hand tightly in his large, strong hand. Q said coquettishly, "

It hurts," but the husband continued.

Gradually, the husband moved his hand towards Q's lower body. Q didn't object; she closed her eyes. Neither of them

spoke, only the traffic radio in the car kept broadcasting the road conditions.

(IX)

More than ten minutes later, the road conditions began to improve, and the car speed increased. The husband pulled Q's hand into his

arms and then moved it down below. Q resisted and struggled a few times, but still complied.

The husband's penis was already hard. Q held it like that, occasionally squeezing it lightly, but her head remained

lowered . The neon lights outside the car window shone in, mixing with Q's face, making her blush, which was quite beautiful.

Half an hour later, the car drove into the parking lot of Q's residential area. Q asked her husband, "What do you want to eat later?"

Her husband grinned mischievously and said, "You." Q said again, "Stop kidding, it's true!" Her husband said, "I'm not

lying."

After getting out of the car, Q and her husband headed straight for her residence. Her husband opened the back door and swiftly

shoved them both into the back seat, kissing her fiercely.

Q struggled a few times, but seeing it was futile, she gave in. Her husband quickly unbuttoned

two buttons of Q's suit, revealing a pink bra underneath. He roughly ripped off the bra buttons, then

pulled Q's petite body into his arms, frantically caressing and kissing her.

Q's emotions were quickly aroused; she sat up and began to kiss her husband back, simultaneously removing his coat and

burying her head in his chest, her hands roaming over his body.

At this moment, while C and I were texting them, they obviously couldn't hear us; at that moment,

they only saw each other.

Q once again reached for her husband's genitals, tightly grasping his penis and actively masturbating. The husband

kissed Q's small, delicate breasts, suckling for a long time like a starving child nursing.

Q asked her husband in a dazed voice, "Can we do it in the car?" The husband said, "Let's do it while holding each other," and

then lifted Q's skirt and took off her panties. Q's panties were also pink, very

provocative; had she worn them specially to welcome her husband? That remained a mystery.

The husband began to take off his outer pants, Q helping him, and then he said, "Sit on top." Q obediently nodded,

rose, and then fell back down. The moment he entered her, both of them seemed to be electrocuted.

Q moaned, whispering to her husband in a dreamlike voice, "I love you." The husband hugged Q tightly,

his hands supporting her rounded buttocks as he moved up and down, while Q rose and fell on top of him, exuding charm.

The husband said, "I didn't bring a condom, what if I ejaculate?" Because Q and C don't have children yet, Q didn't

use contraception. Last time, her husband wore a condom, but it wasn't very effective, and he didn't like it because we

don't use condoms when we're intimate.

Besides, men like close contact with women, and having sex with a condom always feels like the two people

haven't . Last time, with C present, her husband had no choice but to do it, but deep down he didn't want to.

Q seemed to have been prepared for this. She said, "I'm in my safe period, it'll be fine without a condom. I'll

take some preventative medication later, you can come." Her husband seemed moved and made love to Q even more passionately, and the car

seemed to shake.

Finally, her husband ejaculated inside Q, and Q fainted again.

As for me, C didn't finish the last move. After reading the text message, influenced by his emotions, C's

penis started to soften and slowly slipped out of my vagina. Although I didn't move, I

didn't encourage him either.

I comforted C, saying it's okay, there's still plenty of time tonight. C got up and dressed, and then I

got up and dressed too, with C watching me. When I put on my underwear and bra, C's gaze towards me became a little strange.

I knew that a woman is most sexy at this moment; if she's not wearing anything, there's no mystery to her. C

came hugged me again, kissing and touching me, and my lower body became wet again.

I said to C, "If you want it, just do it; I'll give it to you." As if possessed, I took the initiative to put my hand into C's

pants and started to move him.

(10)

Although I tried to get C to get an erection again, the more I did, the more psychological pressure C felt, and I couldn't succeed.

C seemed a little embarrassed and said, "Let's talk about it later."

I said, "Okay, I'll go make you dinner. What do you want to eat?" C said, "Anything is fine, as long as it fills my stomach."

It seemed that C didn't want to waste time on food.

I said, "Then I'll cook you a bowl of noodles," and I went into the kitchen. First, I boiled water on the gas, and then I

took some side dishes out of the refrigerator. In no time, four side dishes were laid out on the table: red sausage, braised beef,

peanuts , and a plate of tomatoes with sugar. I also took two cloves of homemade pickled garlic and a small dish of kimchi. Looking

at this special dinner, I was quite satisfied.

Just then, C walked in, and I suddenly remembered I should have something to drink. So I asked C what he wanted to drink. C leaned against

the door smiling as he watched me busy myself, teasingly saying, "I'm full just watching you work." I said, "How could that be? That's a bit fake."

But I secretly liked him saying that. I said, "How about we have some red wine today? But I

can't hold my liquor, it's mainly you who drinks."

C said, "No problem, I'll get you drunk first." I said, "Who can keep you company if you're drunk?" Realizing my mistake,

I quickly changed my mind and said, "Then let's have Great Wall dry red wine." Although I tried to hide it, a faint blush still appeared on my face.

C saw everything. He came over and tried to kiss me again, but I pulled away, saying I hadn't cooked the noodles yet,

and then hurried to check if the water was boiling.

At that moment, C hugged me from behind, his abdomen pressed against my buttocks. I felt his

penis was already erect again; C was essentially telling me in this way that he was ready.

I said, "Let's finish eating." C said he couldn't wait. I knew that

it was very difficult for a man to stop midway through sex, completely different from a woman. Women need prolonged caresses;

whether or not they ejaculate doesn't matter. But a man, even if it only lasts three minutes, can reach orgasm and be satisfied as long as he ejaculates

.

So I didn't object and let C begin. C wanted to enter from behind, so I leaned against

the smooth kitchen counter, and C pulled down my pants from behind, but he tried several times and couldn't penetrate.

I knew that doing it from behind was very difficult and required the cooperation of a partner.

Finally, with my help, C finally entered me. The water in the kettle was about to boil;

white steam began to escape from the spout, accompanied by a hissing sound. The steam drifted over and

tickled my face.

Beads of sweat began to appear on C's body, and I could feel them dripping onto my back. C thrust vigorously

, and I began to feel aroused. When the water in the kettle boiled, C ejaculated a full load of semen into my

vagina.

For a moment, both C and I felt completely exhausted.

I like this rear-entry style of sex; it feels very special. Actually, this is related to a special experience I had...

(XI)

My husband and I fell in love on a university campus. I was a sophomore and he was a senior. He gave his first time to his ex-girlfriend, while

my first time belonged to my husband.

Six months after we met, he found an opportunity to have me, and we later rented a house off-campus

and lived together .

My husband was very good to me. At that time, the only thing I was dissatisfied with about him was that he was still in contact with his ex-girlfriend,

even though she had a new boyfriend.

That time, his ex-girlfriend's mother unfortunately passed away due to illness. She was very sad and came to find my husband.

She didn't leave until very late that night, just crying and telling her story in my husband's arms. I

couldn't bear to see her like that, so I ran away and went to a disco to find relief. That very night, I was penetrated from behind by two men for the first time

, and I also learned

what it felt like to have sex with two men at the same time.

That night I drank a lot and then went to the dance floor. I was dancing wildly, soaked in

sweat, my belly button exposed, my bra clearly visible under my shirt, and my long hair flowing down – I think I was very

provocative.

Many men came over to dance with me, some taking the opportunity to touch my skin, hinting at something.

Although I was drunk, I knew I belonged only to the man who would later become my husband; I

wouldn't give anyone else a chance.

Perhaps because I drank too much and danced so vigorously, I started to feel dizzy and prepared to leave. At that moment,

two men approached, one after the other. I couldn't quite describe their appearance, but

they , about seven or eight years older than me; I was just 20 at the time.

The two men almost aggressively blocked my way from both sides. For some reason, I was

n't afraid at all; instead, I looked at them with a defiant gaze. Perhaps the alcohol made me forget what fear was.

The two men seemed a little surprised by my reaction, but my actions undoubtedly aroused their desire.

The man in front of me

object; instead, I responded to his kiss.

Subconsciously, I wanted to get revenge on my boyfriend, and I thought it was just a fling, something to be done quickly

.

But things didn't go as I expected. The man behind me started putting his hands inside my shirt,

reaching for my breasts. My breasts were already swollen from the man in front of me; I was only 20 years old then and

had never experienced such sexual stimulation.

I closed my eyes, being kissed by the man in front and caressed by the man behind, unable to move. Under

the influence of alcohol, I gradually lost consciousness.

In a daze, I was led into a luxurious private room in the disco. Inside, there were only a few sofas. Two men took off my clothes

together , then one sat down to smoke, while the other pressed down on me.

When he penetrated me, I started to sober up a bit and struggled desperately, but I was

powerless That feeble resistance only fueled the man's desire, and he thrust even harder.

Although I was terrified, I also felt a strange pleasure in my dazed state.

Soon, the man ejaculated, and I thought the nightmare was over. Then another man, smoking

, came over and pinned me down again. I was filled with extreme fear and desperately tried to get up. The first

man came over and helped the smoking man push me down onto the sofa again. By this time, I was in tears

.

I cried and begged, "Let me go." These two men, like hunters eyeing their prey,

weren't about to let me go easily, especially since they found this helpless girl so pleasing to the eye.

I knew resistance was futile. The smoking man forcefully thrust his penis into my vagina,

while the other man held my hands down, coldly watching me.

The smoking man moved violently on top of me. I pleaded, "Please be gentler," but no one paid any attention to my pleas.

At this moment, the man next to me lowered his head again and began to kiss my tongue frantically, while his hands pressed hard against my

breasts.

Under the rape of the two men, I also reached an unwanted orgasm.

(12)

After the two men finished, they went to the side to discuss something, and I started to put on my clothes.

The only thing that reassured me, besides extreme fear, was that they had always worn

condoms when they entered my body, which meant I didn't have to worry about an unwanted pregnancy. After

I got dressed, I said I wanted to go home, and they said they would drive me home. I said no, but they didn't say anything and

still dragged me out of the disco, one in front and one behind.

The man who was smoking went to the parking space to drive, while the other man supported me, or rather, held me hostage.

It was already very late at night, and there was hardly anyone around. It was almost impossible for me to escape.

It was only then that I could see the two men who had raped me clearly. The one driving had slightly darker skin and seemed to be the younger brother.

He listened to the man supporting me, so I guessed that man was the older brother, who had fair skin. Later, I learned that

the younger brother's name was Jun and the older brother's name was Jie. Of course, they were not blood brothers, and their names couldn't be real.

A short while later, Jun drove up in his black, long car—a type I rarely saw on the market.

Years later, when I developed an interest in cars, I learned that it was a Cadillac.

Once in the car, I again begged them to take me home. They didn't speak, just drove the car quickly down

the quiet, dark road.

I didn't know where they were taking me. Would they kill me or sell me? The more I thought about it, the more terrified I became,

and my body began to tremble. Jie, who was holding me, said, "Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you."

God! They'd already raped me, and they said they wouldn't hurt me! Now I could only pray to God for protection!

I secretly planned to pretend I was still drunk and find an opportunity to escape safely.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at a luxurious hotel catering to foreigners. They seemed very familiar with the place. They

entered the lobby and went straight to the elevators. I had planned to ask the hotel security for help, but there

wasn't a security guard in sight. Two hotel staff members sat at the far-off counter, not even looking up.

The hands of the Universal Clock on the wall, displaying Beijing time, had already pointed to 1 a.m. the following day, which is exactly when people...

As I drifted off to sleep, deep in a sweet slumber, I didn't know what would happen next, but I could tell these two

men weren't quite done with me.

The elevator stopped on the 27th floor, and the doors opened, leading me to a luxurious suite. It was

exquisitely , fully equipped, and opulent—the first time I'd ever been to such a luxurious room.

The older man, Jie, said, "We'll rest here tonight." He then led me to the large bedroom,

saying, "You should rest for a while," before leaving, presumably to discuss something with Jun.

My fear lessened somewhat at this point, because we were in a public place like a hotel,

much better than being taken to a brothel, as I'd imagined. Even with them watching, I still had a chance to escape and call for help.

As I thought about it, my head started to throb. I'd drunk far too much last night;

I hadn't , but once I calmed down, the alcohol hit me again.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep on the soft bed, Jie came in wearing his pajamas. I tried to get up, but he

gently down. Jay said he was going to take a shower, and he would keep me company.

I had no strength or will to resist, and I knew that any resistance would be futile, so

I obediently let Jay do as he pleased.

Jay seemed quite satisfied with my performance, a rare smile appearing on his face. To be honest, this

man was very handsome, the refined type.

He gently undressed me, very tenderly, and then helped me change into my pajamas. When he saw my naked

body again, the burning desire in his eyes was gone, replaced by the image of an older brother dressing his younger

sister. For a moment, I was touched, seemingly forgetting his earlier roughness.

Jay and I lay fully clothed on the large, soft bed, and he gently embraced me, talking to me. He said, "

You were the star of the nightclub last night, we were all captivated by you." After saying that,

a smile .

I didn't say anything, still pretending to be dizzy. Jay said, "Don't pretend, baby, I know you're sober now

." Seeing that Jay had seen through my little trick, I had no choice but to open my eyes and say, " 　　Please let me go. " For some reason,

I suddenly felt a fondness for Jay and a certain trust in him. Jay replied, "I'll let you go at dawn, okay?" I shook my head. At this moment, Jay sat up and went to unbutton his pajamas. In just one move, the pajamas slipped off his shoulders. Instantly, the naked body of a handsome man was laid bare before the eyes of a 20-year-old woman. 　　I blushed and quickly buried my head in the pillow. At this moment, I felt Jay's naked body approaching, accompanied by the scent of men's cologne. 　　My pajamas were also opened, and my body was once again exposed to the dim light... 　　(Thirteen) Jay slowly pressed down on my body, gently caressing me from top to bottom. Later, he put inside my genitals, gently exploring. I began to react. 　　Jay's hand went in even deeper. I felt like I was about to touch the vaginal wall. It hurt, but it was also very stimulating. It felt strange. 　　Jay's grip tightened, and his body pressed down on me, growing noticeably heavier. Our naked bodies intertwined, and I could feel the fine sweat seeping from our pores. 　　Then, Jay told me to stroke his face, his chest muscles, and his penis. I closed my eyes, obediently complying in a daze. Suddenly, Jay thrust his penis in swiftly. Caught off guard, I cried out, "Ah!" Instantly, my body was covered in sweat, and I gripped Jay's shoulders tightly. Amidst the pain, the pleasure of sex arrived as expected. 　　I don't know how much time passed, only that it lasted a long time. Perhaps because of my compliance, Jay also reached his first true orgasm of the night. 　　Afterwards, Jay hugged me and said, "You were so good this time. I love how good you are." I seized the opportunity to say, "If you like being with me, don't let Jun come over, okay?" 　　Jay smiled and said, "Jun is also excellent. You'll like him." Jay held me close, resting my head in his chest, and soon I fell asleep. 　　I wasn't sleeping soundly, after all, I was experiencing something I'd never been before in my life. In a daze, I felt Jie leave, then return a moment later. Actually, it was Jun who had already showered who returned, but I didn't notice, still half-asleep. 　　Soon, a faint scent of soap wafted into my nostrils, making me feel itchy, so I opened my eyes and found Jun standing there naked, quietly watching me. My sheets were pulled aside, and my rounded breasts and sparse well-proportioned pubic hair were all visible to Jun. 　　I reached for the sheets, but Jun stopped me, saying, "Just look at you like this." So I curled up, trying my best not to expose my absolute privacy to a strange man. But that was just self-deception . 　　Jun found it amusing and asked with a laugh, "Am I that annoying?" It seemed Jie had told . I pretended not to hear. Jun started telling me jokes, the dirty kind, trying to cheer me up and relax me. 　　Back then, I was still a student and hadn't heard many dirty jokes. I listened with a mixture of understanding and misunderstanding my guard gradually relaxed. 　　I still didn't dare look at Jun because he was naked, especially his penis, which was swaying right in front —bigger and thicker than Jie's. I thought to myself, how could my small vagina possibly accommodate it? I didn't dare think any further.

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