Real wife swapping sex experiences

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After our youngest child was born, I felt the passion I used to have faded. We still had sex, I still ejaculated, and my wife still had orgasms, but it wasn't as satisfying as before. So, during that period, I often went out with prostitutes, thankfully without getting pregnant. I love my wife, and after my outings, I always made sure to give her my dues, as a way of compensating her. But honestly, while the excitement of seeing prostitutes was momentary, it left me feeling empty and unable to let go afterwards. Would you dare kiss a prostitute? Would you dare lick a prostitute? I certainly wouldn't. I also had a few mistresses, but after a few months, it was exhausting. I had to find ways to satisfy her, and it wasn't just about money.
Thinking that my wife was still the best, I had no choice but to surrender and obediently return home to be a good husband.
I thought about it and decided to try something new. There are plenty of adult toys now, but a few years ago they weren't so easy to find. Luckily, I have a friend in Shenzhen, and when I went there, I shamelessly begged her (a woman) to take me to buy some. She teased me for a long time. Electric sex toys, electric simulated sex toys—everyone knows about those. There's an even better one called the "Joyful Bug," about the length of a finger, made of a very soft, gelatinous substance. The back end fits onto the penis, while the front end has a tongue-like structure with many fleshy barbs, containing a vibrator. It's positioned to make close contact with the clitoris; as long as the man applies pressure with his pubic bone, it vibrates automatically. The man saves a lot of effort, but the woman below can't take it; it's an experience that can only be described as ecstatic. Even my wife, who is usually quite reserved, couldn't resist; she almost scratched my back raw, and the sheets were a complete mess, soaked like a map of Canada. After that, my wife became more proactive in sex, and her moans became much sexier. My wife is very sensitive; she's the clitoral orgasm type. She can orgasm once or twice in ten minutes of thrusting, while I can orgasm three or four times in thirty or forty minutes with a little effort, which makes me very confident and gives me a great sense of accomplishment. I love my wife! After using the Joyful Bug, she can reach her peak even more easily in three or four minutes, so I often finish too quickly. Because of this, I almost developed habitual premature ejaculation (thinking about it now, it's scary). It was too fast, so I didn't get to experience the pleasure. Later, I decided to use it only once a month. I lengthened the foreplay considerably, kissing each other's entire bodies, from head to toe, with a focus on our genitals. At first, she was shy about licking me, but seeing how much I enjoyed it, and with her emotions rising, she started licking me like a kitten. During this phase, I discovered I especially loved kissing her feet—soft, white, delicate, and with smooth nails, sometimes painted with red nail polish—my god! So sexy! I would often suck and lick her feet for ten minutes or more, one by one, not even missing between her toes. Fellow enthusiasts, do you know that some women only care about their faces and hands? No matter how white and beautiful they are, they're still second-rate women. Look at their feet—they feel like they've been shod in horseshoes, rock hard! Turn them over and you see they're yellowish-brown—like a peasant! My wife's feet are like her hands, without a single callus, like jade, with faintly visible blue veins. Their beauty is beyond description; you, the readers, can imagine for yourselves! I can't even begin to describe it. (To be continued)
It was because of these feet that a marriage began. After graduating from university, I was assigned a job that didn't match my skills, so I took a leave of absence after about a year to find my own way. I felt sorry for the education I received from the people and the Party! My only gain was meeting my wife. She lost her job for me and came back to my hometown with me. We got married within six months. My dad owns a hot pot restaurant. Seeing me spending my days with my wife and a bunch of friends, eating and drinking aimlessly, he took over. I took over the old restaurant and worked with great enthusiasm. My management skills were somewhat similar to what I had learned, and with my dad's experience, I opened several chain stores. Now, it's quite a large operation! So I had a second child without any worries (my son was preceded by a daughter). When my son turned one, many friends, classmates, and alumni came. We hadn't seen each other for years, and to sum it up, we drank like there was no tomorrow! There was a friend surnamed Zhou there; he was two years ahead of me in the foreign languages department. There were so many pretty girls in his area. They even got into a fight because they liked the same girl, but she ended up with a rich guy and dropped out of school, damn it! Our shared frustration and disappointment made us good friends. He came to my city firstly to celebrate my son's first birthday, and secondly to try and get a job here. Without hesitation, he went to great lengths to help. His English was excellent, and without spending much money, he got a job as a foreign affairs agent at the city's Foreign Investment Bureau. Two months later, he brought his wife over too. He was a broadcaster for their city radio station. Broadcasters in small towns have a certain rustic charm, but to be honest, he was very beautiful, a completely different style from my wife's—a glamorous yet wanton beauty.
We often got together for drinks and chats, sometimes at my shop, sometimes at bars. And let me tell you, even though we're both men, we got a lot of attention on the street. I'm 184cm and he's 186cm, both stylishly dressed, and much better looking than Stephen Chow. When we went to bars, there were always a few glamorous women trying to pick us up—damn, they thought we were gigolos! Our conversations were mostly about women, work, and family. Then we found something in common: a foot fetish. I'd always been too ashamed to tell anyone, thinking I was a pervert. Now, I had a kindred spirit. Of course, I was proud of my wife's feet, but he insisted they were beautiful. We childishly made a bet. Even though we were quite open-minded, we couldn't show each other our wives' feet to our friends! So we took pictures and uploaded them online. The next day, we sent them to each other. Seeing my wife's feet in front of others felt strange, but I figured exchanging pictures would balance it out. His wife's feet, except for her big toes being a little triangular, were quite beautiful. That night, while playing with his wife's feet, he was thinking about her, fantasizing. When I took pictures of her feet, she said I was crazy, but I didn't pay much attention. However, later when I took pictures of her naked body, especially her genitals, she initially resisted, but eventually gave in to my relentless bombardment of sweet talk. We treated this as foreplay, which was quite interesting. As I mentioned before, the color of a woman's nipples and labia are directly proportional. My wife's genitals were also beautiful; her pubic hair was sparse and soft, her labia majora were plump but not greasy, and her labia minora were almost nonexistent, all pink in color. You wouldn't guess she was a mother of two. As I snapped photos, I noticed my wife was much wetter than before; her vaginal fluid even trickled into her anus, giving it a lustful sheen that directly stimulated my desire. I got hard, I charged... When I shamelessly told my friend about this, we were kindred spirits. He also took photos of his wife. Wow... And we both had an even bolder idea: to exchange photos.
When I eagerly opened my email, I saw my friend's wife. Her face was familiar, but her body... was no less impressive than my wife's, perhaps even more so. Because she hadn't given birth, her breasts were incredibly full, her nipples cherry-like, pink, and small—at least a D-cup. I swallowed hard, my gaze traveling down her smooth abdomen. Her pubic hair was thick, covering her labia. It was a bit of a disappointment. The second photo was a close-up of her genitals, nothing special, just like the ones online. But this was my friend's wife! We're usually quite familiar with each other. I masturbated, just like back in my student days, a lot and a lot, something I haven't done in a long time! After showering and having a cigarette, I went into the bedroom. My wife was applying something to her face, body, and feet. In the soft light of the wall lamp, her skin was as smooth as alabaster, radiating an alluring glow. After all these years with her, I'm still infatuated with her body, even now. We leaned against each other on the bed, and I gently kissed her lips, saying from the bottom of my heart, "I'm so happy to have you." My wife, like an innocent little girl, shyly lowered her head and said, "Me too. I'm content as your wife." What should have been a passionate lovemaking session was about to begin, but I had just ejaculated, and without control, the passion was gone. So I gently patted my wife and said, "Sleep." Just as sleepiness began to wash over me, I shuddered, realizing that my friends were also looking at my wife's nude photos, staring at her genitals... I regretted it, really, I'm a fucking bastard! As I was blaming myself, I was surprised to find my penis hard. An uncontrollable urge surged through me. I roughly ripped off my wife's pajamas, and seeing her shocked face, I skipped the foreplay I always valued, and gave her no time or gentleness to get her wet. I thrust in forcefully, punishing her as I frantically fucked her. When I ejaculated, it felt like my testicles were shooting out too; I howled like a wolf in pleasure. My uncharacteristic behavior greatly surprised my wife, but I was no less surprised than she was! I couldn't sleep, completely!!!
After a long night, I drove around to various shops in the morning before heading straight to my friend's workplace. I wanted to have a serious talk with him; I'd figured out so many things that night! Sure enough, his eyes were red-rimmed, and he looked dejected. I took the day off and we went to a small coffee shop near his workplace. We ordered two iced coffees, neither of us speaking first, just looking at each other, both hesitant to say anything. As I smoked my third cigarette, I laughed, and he laughed too, from a whisper to a loud, hearty laugh. People would definitely think we were crazy. "I don't care anymore," I whispered. "Is your sister-in-law pretty?" he asked in return. "And your sister-in-law?" he countered. We both chuckled in unison. In this awkward situation, all we could do was laugh. As the atmosphere eased, he gave a sly smile and asked, "Let's switch roles." Perfect! "Okay, you ask your sister-in-law." "Then you should discuss it with your sister-in-law too." We agreed immediately. That evening, back home, I took out all my toys and started playing with my wife. Before she climaxed, I asked her, "We've been married for six or seven years, don't you want other men to sleep with you?" She pinched me hard and said, "I don't want anyone but you." But as she spoke, her vagina twitched noticeably. I know that when a woman climaxes, you can make her do anything, and the same goes for men. I forced her to say that she wanted other men besides her husband. At first, she wouldn't say it, but she couldn't take it anymore. I wouldn't penetrate her if she didn't say it, so she had to say it. As she said it, I could feel her excitement, and I was even more excited. We reached our climax at the same time... It was so good, I think she was too. We used that sentence as an aphrodisiac, and every time we had a perfect experience. After making a phone call, Brother Zhou was also working on reforming his wife. Two months later, we decided to meet the four of us.
The location was my house. My house is quite spacious, a duplex with six bedrooms, two living rooms, two bathrooms, and two bathtubs. It's well soundproofed, and my parents took care of the children. As usual, the women cooked and served drinks, while my brother and I drank and waited. But the atmosphere was completely different this time. We each had our own agendas, and the women, watching our exchanged glances, were also wondering what would happen. We'd been flattering them a lot these past few days, so they were probably pretty close to guessing, haha. The dishes were almost all served, so we quickly invited the two ladies to their seats and toasted them. I toasted my sister-in-law, and she toasted her brother's wife, and we drank like that, one glass after another. Two dozen beers, five bottles of red wine, and a little brandy—to be honest, we were all completely drunk. My wife can't hold her liquor; after a few drinks, she went back to the bedroom. I went with her, and as I helped her up, I told my friends, "You guys can come up later." So we stumbled upstairs. Seeing my wife's flushed face and blurry eyes, I immediately felt a surge of desire. I stripped her naked and began to caress her. I knew the couple had come up, but I ignored them and continued doing what I was doing—kissing and touching. They, not to be outdone, stripped naked and started rolling around on the carpet. Then I forced my wife to say lewd things. She seemed oblivious to our presence, saying, "I'm willing to let anyone fuck me, anyone will do. My pussy is itchy." As I said this, I touched my wife's pussy while kicking my friend. He nodded, and we quickly switched places; he was on the bed, and I was on the carpet. His wife, perhaps drunk, perhaps pretending, squinted at me, pulled me close, and began kissing me passionately, making it hard for me to breathe. I wanted to have sex with her, but I was worried about my wife, so I kept struggling, trying to see her reaction. At first, she didn't notice, but soon I saw her silently struggling, her head constantly moving, looking for me. When our eyes met, and she saw my friend's wife beneath me, she stopped moving. She understood everything. I thought she was angry, but at the same time I heard her breathing quicken. After so many years of marriage, I knew she was aroused. Her hips were moving. I watched as my friend kissed my wife, kissed her breasts, licked her vagina, and then penetrated her... fast, slow, left, right. I heard my beloved wife trembling and moaning beneath him... Finally, her whole body trembled; she climaxed, even losing control of her bladder... I gritted my teeth and fucked my friend's wife even harder. She tumbled, trembled, and cried beneath me... I couldn't control myself!!! We took turns fucking until we were completely exhausted... (I wanted to write in more detail, but that would have become pornographic and deviated from my original intention. If you want to hear more, I'll write about my experiences with threesomes next time.) Friends, we're always looking for thrills—prostitutes, lovers, even threesomes, alcoholism, drugs, fighting—but is there anything more thrilling than seeing your loved one being fucked by someone else, fucked to orgasm? No, I dare say that's the highest level! The emotional impact and the union of spirit and flesh, without constraints, without restraint, only unrestrained freedom, a pure pursuit of physical pleasure. We're tired of conformity and hypocrisy! I feel I've transcended, surpassed, and become detached from worldly concerns... Because I love my wife, I make her more joyful and pleasurable. I also feel jealousy, regret, and pleasure because I love my wife... My friends and like-minded people feel the same way! My friend and I have a party about once a month. It's wonderful, harmonious, and joyful, and it hasn't caused any family conflicts; on the contrary, it's made our lives even more fulfilling. Our only agreement is that we won't meet alone!

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