[Recalling the days of exchange programs]

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It all goes back to that summer four years ago, when my wife and I were a young couple in college.

She was pure, lovely, and innocent, completely smitten with me, a lecherous man. She gave me her virginity early on and

we moved in together. That summer, we even used the excuse of attending graduate school entrance exam prep classes to stay away from home. We lived in

a small rented apartment, indulging in sexual pleasure every day. Every night, I would hold my petite wife in my arms, caressing

and playing with her until she was thoroughly aroused, then I would penetrate her, reaching climax together. Afterwards, we would shower together

and have sex a second time in the bathroom. Back in bed, we would have sex a third time, depending on our mood, or just go to sleep. The next day, we would be entangled in bed until noon,

and I would take her again, sometimes more. In the afternoon, she would go to the graduate school entrance exam prep class to help me copy notes, while I would laze around at home.

In this daily routine, although we consistently enjoyed frequent sex,

deep down we both craved more stimulation.

That's when I met Brother Zhang and Sister Zhang online; they were a middle-aged couple from the same city. At that time,

dating was a completely new experience for my wife and me.

I don't remember the details of how we met Brother Zhang and Sister Zhang, but I was very honest about everything about myself, including my real school and name, and told

them that I was mostly curious about them and hoped something might happen, but even if it didn't, we could still be friends. Brother Zhang

and Sister Zhang were very interested in us after seeing our photos. I also took advantage of my wife's curiosity, not

telling her my expectations, but just pretending to show her something new. For the first few chats, I had her watch and

ask her questions, and encouraged her to contact Brother Zhang alone. Perhaps people

lower their guard online, and Brother Zhang became my wife's QQ friend. Through chatting, my wife felt that Brother Zhang was mature, reliable, and funny

. They exchanged phone numbers, and for the next few days, my wife would look at her text messages and smile foolishly, sometimes even chatting on

the phone a while, unknowingly developing a flirtatious relationship.

My progress in this area was much faster than my wife's. Because I was home alone in the afternoons, I had plenty of opportunities

to contact Sister Zhang alone. Ever since I saw Sister Zhang's photos, I've been infatuated with her. I seized every opportunity to flirt with her,

telling her about my desire for her body and the details of my fantasies about us. Sister Zhang was clearly an expert; she

knew how to arouse my desire and enjoyed my longing and yearning for her. We made love passionately over the phone.

After one such phone encounter, I told her how much I wanted to see her, even just once. She

laughed and said that since I wanted to see her so much, we should meet. I was overjoyed by her reply. Before that, I thought

our relationship was only virtual; I didn't even bother to check if the photos were real. But

after , I knew that anything was possible.

That afternoon, we met at a coffee shop. I will never forget

how excited I was when Sister Zhang first appeared before me. She wore a linen dress, elegant yet alluring. Her long, wavy hair

, reaching her shoulders, accentuated her sexy neck—her neck was indeed incredibly sexy, and I could

n't help but kiss it every time I entered her. What was even more alluring were her firm breasts and buttocks, perfectly accentuating her voluptuous

figure as a middle-aged woman. She was even more captivating in person than in photos, leaving me speechless for a moment.

Sister Zhang was more composed than I was, greeting me warmly and asking about my school and life there,

like an elder. She also teased me occasionally, praising my good looks, calling me a "handsome young man." Coming to my senses, I

began to have ulterior motives, complimenting her on her sexiness and beautiful voice, steer the conversation towards eroticism. Sister Zhang responded

to my flirtation, her eyes filled with desire. Our voices were tinged with unconscious panting, and our faces

flushed. Under the table, our legs were intertwined and caressing each other.

I can't remember what we said during our flirting, only that I said, "I really want to go to

a hotel with you right now." Sister Zhang smiled and asked, "Is it true?" I mustered my courage and grabbed her hand

, placing it between my legs for her to "verify." Sister Zhang, surprised, boldly began to caress me,

whispering in my ear, "Actually, her husband isn't home tonight."

That's when I realized this whole thing was her plan from the beginning.

I called my wife and told her I was playing CS with some local classmates all night and wouldn't be coming home. My wife complained

a little but didn't suspect anything. While I was comforting and pleasing my wife on the phone, Sister Zhang was still hooking my leg

and grinning mischievously. Then I followed Sister Zhang to her house, near the meeting place.

Once inside, Sister Zhang wanted to show me around all the rooms, but I was already impatient

. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately. My body was also eager for her. She responded passionately to my

deep kisses , letting out alluring moans. But when I lifted her skirt and undressed her until she was half-naked, she pushed me away and

told me to go take a shower

first. This was torture for me, who was already overcome with desire. I pleaded with her, but she acted like an aunt, instructing me to undress and telling me to be "good" and "obedient." "We have the whole night, you can

do whatever you want, don't rush." No man could resist such words, so I obediently went to the bathroom.

Halfway through my shower, Sister Zhang came in, wearing only a towel, her hair piled up, revealing her sexy

neck . She said she was worried I wasn't clean enough and offered to "help me."

...

I felt very embarrassed and explained to her that she was just too tempting, and I usually don't finish so quickly. She

smiled and comforted me, and when she saw my still erection, she was surprised and said that youth is wonderful. Then she asked me to help her wash, and

of course I didn't hold back, my hands roaming over every part of her body... So I quickly dried us off, carried her

to the bedroom, and we embraced on the bed, kissing passionately. Guided by her, I entered her.

I can't go into details about what happened next, but I finally realized that a woman could be so

unrestrained . At that time, my wife could only suppress her moans and soft gasps under me, and at most,

she would hold me tightly during orgasm. But making love with Sister Zhang showed me that women could also enjoy sex so much, and

how wonderful it was. She actively sought me out again and again, and actively guided me to do things that challenged my

imagination. On my first night with Sister Zhang, I was the one who couldn't let go.

Sister Zhang filled me with surprise and joy, and I almost wondered if I was dreaming.

That night we made love all night long. The first few times it was back-to-back, but after that, apart from occasional chats and

flirting , and after we ate something at night, I was inside her the whole time. Sister Zhang has an IUD, and she trusts that I'm young.

Our bodies were innocent, there were no barriers between us, and we could enjoy ourselves to the fullest. To repay Sister Zhang for the surprise she brought me,

I also gave her a considerable surprise with my tireless young body. We've lost count of how many times we've done it,

but this was the first time I'd put in so much effort, willingly letting her drain me, yet still filled with longing.

My first night with Sister Zhang was spent in such a joyful way. While we were making love, she mentioned my wife,

saying that Brother Zhang liked her after seeing her photos, and talked about the four of us. I listened, completely lost in passion, especially

hearing about what Brother Zhang would do to my wife, which filled me with a strange feeling. In the morning, I said goodbye to Sister Zhang, dragging

my tired body and weak legs home. I knew I had embarked on a path of no return, that I would

go further further down a path that would also harm my innocent and pure wife. But I didn't regret it. I just told myself that no matter what,

I wouldn't abandon my wife because of today's decision.

Afterwards, Sister Zhang and I inevitably poured our hearts out on the phone, reminiscing about our first night and making plans for the next time. Sister Zhang

took the opportunity to persuade me to invite my wife out as well, so the four of us could meet. I had to use a lot of persuasion, but luckily my wife is very

naive and easy to fool, so we agreed to meet under the guise of an online friend gathering. Little did I know that this would become my wife's second

virginity.

On the day of the meeting, my wife and I were both a little nervous, excited yet uneasy. For my wife

, this was about meeting a couple of strangers, a couple we had met in this way, a couple who had previously engaged in "couples dating."

We didn't know how to meet them or how to talk to them. It was clear my wife had dressed up carefully,

wearing her favorite cute and ladylike dress. I, on the other hand, was constantly worried that my affair with Sister Zhang would be exposed. I waited anxiously

until evening.

When we got downstairs, I saw Sister Zhang from afar, along with Brother Zhang—an elegant and mature

middle-aged man. Sister Zhang greeted us warmly and invited us to get in the car. Brother Zhang drove,

and the couple chatted with us casually, like old friends. Brother Zhang's humor and Sister Zhang's easygoing nature quickly put

us at ease, and we chatted comfortably with them. When we arrived at their home, Brother Zhang

chatted and drank tea with us on the sofa in the living room, while Sister Zhang busied herself in the kitchen. We enjoyed a family dinner together, during which Brother Zhang opened a bottle of

his treasured red wine.

After dinner, we sat around the table, sipping wine and chatting. Brother Zhang was a skilled conversationalist, and under his control, the topic gradually

shifted towards eroticism. I am also a womanizer, and with my curious wife, we both wanted to learn more about the

details of couples' encounters. Listening to Brother Zhang's magnetic voice describing his experiences and incredibly erotic details of these encounters,

my wife and I were both captivated, lost in the atmosphere. Brother Zhang talked about how they first entered this circle,

about the most unforgettable couple they had, and about their most thrilling encounter. Sister Zhang talked about her

last single male lover—also a college student—and their passionate affair, recounting their interactions as a trio

. My wife had never heard of such erotic stories before, especially the details of two men taking advantage of Sister Zhang.

As she listened, her chest heaved, her breathing quickened, and she squeezed her legs together; it was clear she was aroused.

Brother Zhang steered the conversation towards us, asking about our sex life. I described it to him as usual, and he always asked

for details, especially about my wife. He would ask about her orgasms, physical details, which made my

wife blush with embarrassment. Later, I answered one question wrong. Brother Zhang asked where my wife was sensitive,

and without thinking, replied, "Of course, my vagina." Brother Zhang said that wasn't right; a woman's body must have other sensitive areas.

He then asked my wife tenderly where she was sensitive. My wife blushed and said, "Actually, my ears and

feet are a bit sensitive." Brother Zhang continued to ask her questions, and under the influence of alcohol, she

didn't refuse and answered them one by one. In this exchange, my wife's inner boundaries gradually crumbled

; she began to see Brother Zhang as someone she could rely on and couldn't disobey.

Later, we moved to the sofa. Naturally, Brother Zhang and my wife sat together, and

Sister Zhang and I sat together. My wife was sandwiched between Brother Zhang and me. Under the influence of alcohol, I slumped,

almost leaning against Sister Zhang. My courage grew, and I started playfully teasing her. My wife was also drunk,

leaning on Brother Zhang's shoulder, whispering in his ear with an ambiguous smile. Brother Zhang and I joked about showing off our bodies,

the two of us stripping down to our underwear. My wife's eyes held a shy, ambiguous look, while Sister Zhang

openly admired and caressed my skin, her eyes filled with desire. Brother Zhang teased me to kiss Sister Zhang, and I impulsively

kissed her. Sister Zhang responded passionately, our tongues locked in a fierce kiss. Sister Zhang was a skilled kisser; we kissed

passionately , oblivious to those around us. I reached for Sister Zhang's breasts, and she unabashedly enjoyed it,

letting out sexy moans.

When we separated, I turned around and saw a scene that shocked me. Zhang and his wife were already kissing

passionately. Zhang held his petite wife tightly in his arms, kissing her deeply. His wife, overwhelmed by his advances , was lost in

his embrace, her arms wrapped around his bare shoulders, her lovely breasts being caressed without restraint. Watching this

scene, I felt a strange sensation welling up inside me. Completely ignoring Zhang Jie's teasing beside me, I stared wide-eyed

at the sight.

After separating from Zhang, my wife suddenly felt awkward and didn't know what to do, helplessly throwing herself into my arms. I

cupped her face, kissed her, and told her, "Baby, you're the most beautiful tonight," telling her not to worry and to leave herself to me.

Saying this, I turned her around to face Zhang, and from behind, I held her in my arms like a child.

I kissed her neck and ears, whispering comforting and encouraging words, saying things that showed my love. With Zhang's help,

I slowly removed her clothes and skirt. My wife, in my arms, was so drunk that she could only let me do as I pleased. Zhang seized the

opportunity to kiss his wife, who, in a daze, could only passively return the kiss. I unhooked her bra from behind, revealing her breasts

. Zhang didn't let them go either, and they inevitably enjoyed admiring and playing with them. My wife was now

limp in my arms, letting Zhang and I do as we pleased. Zhang kissed her tender feet, and she

breathed . Zhang removed her panty, and during this process, her eyes were filled with fear, but

she still obediently cooperated by lifting her buttocks. I saw the exchange of glances between them, and my heart ached with a bittersweet excitement.

My wife's alluring body was finally fully revealed to Zhang. I parted her legs,

exposing her most private parts to Zhang. Zhang bent down, admiring and praising her, marveling at her pinkness and sighing.

My wife was wet. She was incredibly embarrassed, turning her face away and letting us do as we pleased. Then Brother Zhang kissed her.

As an experienced middle-aged man, Brother Zhang's skills in this area were outstanding. My wife

almost climaxed in my arms. Just as she was about to reach her climax, Brother Zhang suddenly picked up my petite wife and stood up. My wife

cried out, her arms tightly wrapped around Brother Zhang's neck, burying her face in his chest, her body still

trembling . Brother Zhang ignored me and carried my wife into the adjacent bedroom.

At this moment, Sister Zhang, who had been hiding behind me the whole time, pounced on me, eagerly

entwining with me. But part of my heart was elsewhere. There was a huge

mirror . The bedroom door was open, and the light in the room was ambiguous. From the sofa in the living room, I could

see the scene on the bed in the bedroom through the mirror. While I was entwined with Sister Zhang, I kept my eyes on the bed in the inner room. Sister Zhang was impatient

for me to enter, and I was already ready. We quickly became very passionate, Sister Zhang's moans

echoing in the room like ripples on water. Meanwhile, Brother Zhang in the bedroom was very patient, engaging in long foreplay

, taking care of his still slightly uncomfortable wife, patiently savoring her body and letting

her feel being enjoyed. Even after Sister Zhang and I had finished twice,

they were still having their first time in the bedroom. I admired my wife panting beneath Brother Zhang through the mirror, our eyes occasionally

meeting—it was incredibly stimulating. After our second time, I went to the bedroom door, looking at my wife on the bed.

She looked back at me blankly with helpless eyes, panting and moaning under Brother Zhang's thrusts.

I smiled and encouraged her with my eyes, then we embraced and went to the guest room. Sister Zhang

and I made love several more times in the guest room. Sister Zhang's desire was still as astonishing, and I was still

full of energy and eager for more. It wasn't just once next door. I later learned that Brother Zhang came twice that night, both times for a long time. He didn't succeed

the third time, but his technique was superb; the foreplay alone was enough to bring my sensitive wife to orgasm several times.

The next morning, I woke up to Sister Zhang's "wake-up call service," enjoying her oral skills.

I couldn't resist and went again. Afterwards, I went next door and was surprised to find the door ajar, with

moans They were clearly having sex. This astonished me because my wife had been drunk the night before, but

she should have been sober today. It seemed Brother Zhang was indeed skilled. Later, my wife told me that when she woke up, she was being held in Brother Zhang's

arms, both of them naked. My wife was sober now and felt incredibly ashamed thinking about the previous night; she almost cried

and wanted to go home quickly. But Brother Zhang was good at coaxing women, lovingly holding my wife in his arms and

whispering sweet nothings. My wife quickly became aroused and went limp. Brother Zhang's lust was high, and he began foreplay with my wife again.

My wife, conflicted, couldn't resist his advances. She needed to urinate, so Zhang picked her up and carried her.

In the bathroom, he held her in his arms like a child, guiding her as she urinated. He

kissed her and teased her genitals. Suddenly, she felt she could give him everything

. She obediently let him do as he pleased, carried back to bed, her legs spread, and he penetrated her.

After they finished, I entered. Zhang was gently and carefully cleaning my wife's genitals. She

obediently posed for him, spreading herself. This scene aroused me. When my wife saw me, she

blushed avoided my gaze, but her posture remained unchanged. I knew then that my

wife, who had previously belonged only to me, was now both my woman and not my woman.

I can't remember how we parted ways. My wife and I returned home, both

lost in thought. I broke the ice first, confessing my feelings to my wife that very night, including my

affair with Sister Zhang, and repeatedly expressing my unwavering love for her. My wife cried, and I cried too. We

shared our feelings. My wife, being young and playful, enjoyed the new experience Brother Zhang offered. She

's also quite naive and indecisive; if I kept persuading her, she'd believe me. My attitude was,

"Since we've already done it, we should try to make it a good thing and enjoy the process." My wife

trusted me completely, and encouraged by my optimistic attitude, her initial anxiety gradually subsided.

We started contacting Brother and Sister Zhang more frequently and directly, talking on the phone without any reservations. Brother Zhang

even invited us to visit their home again the following weekend. I was really looking forward to it, but my wife was conflicted and stubbornly refused

. I persisted, and Brother Zhang also played a significant role in persuading her over the phone. Finally, my wife reluctantly agreed to go with me to their home

again . This time, we spent the entire weekend together—an incredibly happy weekend.

This later became a regular occurrence. We met at Zhang Ge and Zhang Jie's house almost every weekend. Sometimes it was just

one night, sometimes the whole weekend. Later, we started to change things up. Sometimes the four of us would spend one night at his house, and then I would take

Zhang Jie back to my place, leaving my wife with Zhang Ge for the whole weekend; or we would switch partners on Friday

night and the four of us would get together on Sunday to discuss our relationships and sometimes even watch videos we had recorded the night before.

My wife eventually stopped resisting and started looking forward to the weekends. Under Zhang Ge's guidance, my wife improved

rapidly. Just a few months later, every Friday afternoon, my wife would carefully dress up, meticulously choosing

sexy lingerie that Zhang Ge liked and spraying sexy perfume on her thighs. These were things she had never done before.

And that's where this "beginning" story ends. That's how my wife and I embarked on this path.

Compared to other couples who might spend a long time working on their wives, full of concerns and experiencing many twists and turns, our process

was incredibly smooth. This is probably thanks to our youth back then, filled with

the carefree spirit of the post-80s generation, solely pursuing happiness without considering responsibility or anything else. Like those young

students studying abroad now, they easily do foolish things, becoming "study abroad trash" in people's eyes,

the root of which is also youth and a lack of scruples. We were lucky to try

these things when we were young and full of energy, avoiding unnecessary setbacks. We were even luckier to meet Brother Zhang and Sister Zhang, a perfect couple

who guided us into this happy new world. Brother Zhang and Sister Zhang later confessed that they

had actually set a trap for us from the beginning, because Brother Zhang coveted his wife, and Sister Zhang coveted me; the two of us were...

We entered this world step by step, thanks to their arrangements. But I don't blame them at all; without their meticulous

planning , my husband and I wouldn't be where we are today. Besides, we developed feelings for Brother Zhang and Sister Zhang later on,

so we don't care about their initial motives.

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