Real wife swapping

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(I) My wife's due date is only two months away, but my work is becoming increasingly demanding, requiring me to travel frequently across the country. I don't have much time to spend with her, and I feel deeply guilty. When I'm away on business, local friends inevitably try to "show their hospitality," but I politely decline each time out of personal habit. Leaving behind the hustle and bustle of the city at dusk and seeing off my chattering friends, the Shenzhen midnight is exceptionally quiet. Lying alone in my hotel bed, I think of my wife, who is thousands of miles away. Scenes from our shared memories flash through my mind. My wife and I have been married for three years. Actually, because our parents live in other cities, we started living together shortly after we met. From my single dormitory to hers, we've lived a nomadic life, often leaving each other's warm bodies in the middle of the night because our roommates weren't very cooperative. Perhaps it's precisely because we haven't had enough time and opportunity to enjoy sex that we cherish our time together so much—seizing every opportunity to make love. After more than two years of this, our financial situation began to improve, so we decided to get married. The first thing we needed to do was rent a place. Our requirements weren't high: an apartment building with our own kitchen and bathroom. Lin was my classmate, a native of this large northern city. His family owned a well-off two-bedroom apartment, simply furnished. When I told him about my plans, he gave me the keys at a very low price, practically renting it out, stating that I could live there until he needed the apartment for his wedding (he was an only child, and his parents owned an even larger house). What followed was typical for most people: buying furniture and appliances, decorating the new house, organizing the wedding banquet, premarital checkups, and getting the marriage certificate. After two or three months of busy work, my wife and I finally became a legally married couple, moving into a home that, while not entirely our own, was warm and cozy enough. We could sleep soundly together every day, enjoying sex anytime without worrying about someone knocking on the door in the middle of the night. However, as time passed, our happiness slowly faded. We had enough time and resources, but our desires diminished. Gradually, we started using the internet. My wife would usually sit in front of the computer after dinner every night, chatting with friends in the virtual world, while I would rewatch TV channels over and over again. I can't remember which night it was, but we were making love in bed, which wasn't happening very often anymore, when the phone rang. It was a strange man calling, and I thought it was a wrong number, so I hung up. But less than a minute later, he called again, and this time my wife answered. She and the other person said something very ambiguous on the phone, and then she told me that it was one of her online friends, from out of town, who wanted to hear us making love. I was furious. I refused and scolded my wife, and the desire I had felt half a minute earlier vanished. My wife, understandingly and bored, went to sleep, while I remained immersed in the emotions from before, unable to fall asleep. My mind was replaying the image of a man listening to us make love while masturbating, even imagining that this man would eventually join us. As I thought about it, my anger suddenly turned into a vague excitement. In the dim light, I looked at my sleeping wife's still beautiful face. Slowly, I lifted the blanket slightly. Her round, firm breasts and graceful figure were still alluring, her fair skin like tofu. Then, she turned over, her back to me. Her soft, plump buttocks pushed up the thin blanket, creating a small hill. I placed my hand on it, my touch turning into a gentle caress. The warm, moist sensation from her buttocks reminded me of our recently interrupted intimacy. My movements woke her, and she obediently arched her back. My hand easily traced her vulva and anus. She liked it this way; she said it felt like being seduced and slightly wild. The moment I replaced my fingers with my penis and inserted it from behind, her soft, short moans turned into a long, satisfied "Aww!"... After cleaning up, we lay back down on the bed. We both felt this was the most satisfying moment we'd had in a long time. My wife asked why, and I said it was probably because we'd rested well these past few days. Deep down, I knew this might not be the most important reason. During sex, I often had images of a strange man having sex with my wife flashing through my mind, and each time this image appeared, I became incredibly excited, even to the point of uncontrollable ejaculation. It was like a burning fire; each appearance of that image was like adding fuel to the fire. I didn't tell my wife about these feelings because I thought it might be perverted and depraved. However, after that incident, I seemed to have rediscovered my lost passion. The frequency and quality of our sex life significantly improved. I knew it was that non-existent stranger who had helped us. Time passed, spring turned to autumn, and during those six months, I unintentionally came across works about wife-swapping, and became completely engrossed, obsessed with articles and websites related to it. My wife discovered this "hobby" and blushed, scolding me for being interested in such things. I said I was just browsing randomly and half-jokingly asked her if she would like to play with other couples. She immediately said no without hesitation, but after a while, she said those were all fake, and no one would do that in real life. That informal conversation made me feel like my wife had left a "lifeline." From then on, I no longer avoided browsing these kinds of websites in front of my wife, sometimes even dragging her along to watch them, and even discussing them with other couples. My wife was slowly drawn in by me, and agreed that if there were suitable couples, we could give it a try. Later, we met with several couples. My wife was indifferent, but I became hesitant. After all, I had received many years of traditional education, and this kind of thing was not accepted by mainstream social culture. "I think that guy is nice,"
my wife said to me one evening after meeting with the husband of a couple. They were friends with whom we had communicated for a long time and exchanged photos. That night was our first meeting. We agreed that the men and women would meet separately, not together. After meeting the other man's wife, we had a polite conversation and then went home. My wife was less than an hour later than me. "We had a good chat,"
my wife said. "Did you do anything?"
I asked. "Didn't we agree that nothing could happen between us?"
my wife said. "I mean, was there any physical contact?"
I said. My wife smiled shyly and whispered, "He touched me in the taxi."
It turned out that her husband had brought her home, and in the back seat, he had touched her breasts and buttocks. When he tried to touch her vagina, she refused, afraid his hands were unclean. "Did you touch him?"
I asked. "I touched him there,"
she replied. "Where?"
I asked. "His penis." My
wife buried her face in my chest; this was only the second man's penis she had touched in over 20 years. "It's quite big, and it's already wet,"
she said in an almost inaudible voice. At that moment, my heart nearly jumped into my throat. "What happened between you two?"
After a while, my wife asked me. I told her everything, that we were very proper, and that the woman was very quiet. That night, we made love passionately in bed. A few days later, we met at a coffee shop as agreed. The coffee shop was very close to a five-star hotel nearby. We agreed that if everyone agreed on this meeting, we would actually have sex, and neither of us wanted to arrange our first time in an undesirable place. That day, both wives dressed up deliberately. Compared to their radiant wives, the two husbands were the kind who would be easily lost in a crowd. As a result, when we walked through the hotel lobby, we received many strange looks (perhaps because we felt guilty). (II) The conditions of a five-star hotel in a northern city are at most equivalent to a four-star hotel in the south, especially in Guangdong. The room was small, and it felt a bit crowded for four people. Since it was our first time, we were all a little at a loss at the crucial moment, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. To ease the atmosphere, we decided to use a card game and take off our clothes method that we had seen online. For this, the other couple went out and bought a deck of cards. Out of consideration for the women, we husbands deliberately lost the first two or three rounds, each of us stripping down to almost nothing but one or two pieces of clothing. Later, the two women took turns losing, then awkwardly undressed. When it was my wife's turn to lose and take off her bra, the atmosphere was much more natural than at the beginning. Since it was the first time she had removed almost her last shred of modesty in front of another man, my wife suggested going to the bathroom to undress and wrap herself in a towel before coming out, and we agreed. When my wife came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a not-so-wide towel, her fair, delicate skin and graceful body were even more alluring than when she was only wearing underwear. At this point, there was no need to continue the next round of poker; the other husband's penis was already hard, and some clear fluid was faintly leaking from the urethral opening of his bright red penis. "Look at you, so pathetic,"
the other wife playfully slapped her husband lightly. "Look at her, you should relax a bit and take yours off!"
the other husband said to his wife. “Then I need to go to the bathroom to undress too.”
With that, the other woman stood up and walked towards the bathroom. After she went in, I exchanged a glance with her husband and followed her in, understanding the unspoken message. The bathroom door wasn't locked. Pushing it open, I found the wife hadn't undressed; instead, she was staring blankly at the mirror. She seemed to have known I'd come; she didn't show surprise, just a faint, bitter smile. I asked her if she didn't want to, and she said not entirely, but she felt it was somewhat depraved, yet she wanted to try it, and she was conflicted. To be honest, at that moment, I felt the same way as her, on the verge of giving up. “Are you counting money in there?”
Actually, wife-swapping is easy to talk about and imagine, but putting it into practice requires so much more than just courage. Looking back now, if it weren't for the husband's teasing remark outside, I think I might have really given up. I can't recall what the husband said next, but the wife, upon hearing it, slowly extended her hand to me: "Help me untie this."
As I removed her bra, I noticed goosebumps rising on her skin. When I reached for her panties, she not only didn't stop me, but also pulled down my underwear as well. In the actual practice of wife-swapping, the act of both parties taking off their last piece of clothing might be more significant than the subsequent sexual intercourse—being truly naked brings a sense of liberation; all morality and tradition are thrown aside along with the clothes. At that moment, the bathroom door opened, revealing the wife wrapped in a bath towel and the other woman's husband, already completely naked. Seeing this, the wife blushed. Then, the other woman's husband seized the opportunity to untie my wife's bath towel, revealing her full breasts to everyone. "Your wife has a really nice figure,"
said the other woman's wife. Compared to my wife's breasts, the other woman's breasts were indeed smaller. Immediately afterward, the other man's husband buried his head in my wife's chest, repeatedly rubbing her breasts with his face, lips, and nose. My wife glanced at me helplessly and then closed her eyes. I took the other man's wife's hand and led her out of the restroom. As we walked past them, my wife let out a groan. How familiar that groan was. In the past, that groan belonged only to me, but now, right before my eyes, under another man's manipulation, my wife's groan sounded more like a cry for help. At that moment, the distance between us could be measured in millimeters; I could even feel his pubic hair prickling my skin as we walked past him. My wife's groan came from the other man's teasing of her nipples. He was sucking on one, twisting the other with his hand, and pulling at my wife's underwear with his other hand. At that moment, I suddenly thought of many stories I'd heard about husbands risking their lives to protect their wives from other men's abuse. And I, or rather, we, were going to great lengths to offer our wives to other men, and even "enjoying" it from the sidelines—truly perverted. Those scoundrels are a thousand times worse than us. However, there was no turning back now. It was too late; I had to grit my teeth and continue. Amidst my wife's increasingly intense moans, I went to the bed with the other man's wife. She pulled back the covers, crawled in, and covered her head. I think her psychological pressure at that moment was probably no less than mine. In the bathroom, my wife and the other man's husband had already closed the door; the sound of running water could be heard from inside. Only the two of us remained in the room. I pulled back the covers and crawled in, carefully caressing the other man's wife. She slowly went from instinctively flinching to gradually cooperating. But my mind wasn't on the bed; it was in the bathroom. "Let's have some fun, don't worry about them,"
the other man's wife seemed to sense my thoughts, or perhaps she was saying to herself. She sat up on the bed, smoothed her hair with her hand, and buried her head between my legs. Due to immense psychological pressure, my penis was still soft, but it slowly hardened under her caresses. My hand gently stroked the wife's buttocks, slowly moving closer to her vulva. Her labia majora were small, and I could easily feel the vaginal opening, which was dry and looked very clean. At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and the other woman's husband came out first, glancing at us and smiling as a greeting. My wife followed, wrapped in a bath towel. I didn't dare look at her expression and instead glanced at the other woman. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the husband remove my wife's bath towel, then lay her down on the bed. He climbed on top of her, lingering briefly at her chest before straddling her legs. My wife's moans resumed. Feeling somewhat neglected towards the woman beside me, I moved her buttocks closer, intending to give her oral sex. Suddenly, she spat out my penis, turned around and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, there won't be anything else in it. We haven't had sex for over half a month."
Her genitals were smooth and her pubic hair had just been shaved. It was clear this woman had carefully prepared for this exchange, as I had previously mentioned in our online conversations that I disliked women with excessive pubic hair. She turned back to continue giving me oral sex, and I buried my face between her legs; we were in a standard 69 position. After a while, the woman began making "ooh" sounds, and finally couldn't hold back any longer, spitting out my penis and moaning ecstatically, while her fluids flowed into my mouth. When my face left the woman's buttocks, my wife and her husband were also in a 69 position, my wife on top. From my angle, I could clearly see my wife licking the man's glans, while the man was licking my wife's anus. The man had a darker complexion, while my wife was very fair; the two of them were intertwined like two worms. The other woman's wife seemed unwilling to "appreciate" the scenery around her. After helping me put on the condom, she squatted on my penis, guided it to her vaginal opening with her hand, and gently sat down, inserting most of my penis into her vagina. Then she began to move up and down, closing her eyes and moaning softly. After playing in this position for a while, I pressed her down, whispered in her ear, and asked her how my penis felt. She said it felt quite good, and the head was particularly big. Meanwhile, the foreplay wasn't over yet; they had simply switched positions. My wife was touching the man's anus while simultaneously sucking and swallowing his penis. I had only thrust a few times into that wife when my wife and the other woman's husband began to get down to business. The husband spread my wife's legs and slowly pushed his penis in. His penis was indeed large; the head wasn't very big, but it was longer than mine, with at least a third of it still outside after penetration. At this moment, the entire room was filled with the moans of the two wives, rising and falling in waves. (III) My wife's moans were a loud "howling" tone, while the other wife's were more like "hmm hmm." My wife's moans were louder, and eventually, the entire room was filled with her cries and the "slap slap" sounds of flesh colliding. I thought that if anyone was in the next room or in the hallway, they would definitely hear everything. I was a little scared at the time and wanted to remind them to be quieter, but I didn't want to disturb their fun. Seeing how carefree they were, I felt that I was being overly cautious, so I let them be. Meanwhile, the other wife was already aroused, thrusting her hips to meet my thrusts, her hands kneading her small breasts, a strand of hair falling across her face, the end of which tucked into her half-open mouth. After a while, she opened her eyes and told me that she couldn't reach orgasm in this position. Then she "spit out" my penis that was inside her vagina, turned over, knelt on the bed, sticking her buttocks up, her head and one arm propped on the pillow, and I entered her from behind, holding her buttocks with both hands. This position is less strenuous for men, but I rarely dare to do it because it's incredibly stimulating, and I might ejaculate after just a few thrusts. Sure enough, after only a dozen or so thrusts, I couldn't control myself. She noticed my reaction and kept shouting, "Don't ejaculate! Don't ejaculate! Wait a minute..."
Her other hand started stroking her clitoris, but I couldn't control myself anymore. After a few hard thrusts, I ejaculated profusely. The other man's wife certainly didn't want the sex to end without an orgasm, so she tried her best to stimulate herself while I ejaculated, increasing the force and frequency of her hand movements. But my uncooperative penis couldn't stop itself from going limp, and after a dozen more thrusts, it was "squeezed" out by her increasingly tight vagina. The owner of the vagina reluctantly gave up. Not being able to bring the woman you're having sex with to orgasm is a failure for any man, no matter who that woman is. "I'm sorry,"
I said, filled with guilt. "It's okay, it's not your fault. You've done very well. I rarely have orgasms."
I don't know if she was telling the truth or just trying to comfort me. I turned my head to the other bed, where my wife and the other man's husband had switched to the woman-on-top position. My wife was fully enjoying the man's penis, taking a deep breath after each moan. I knew she was completely absorbed. The man was physically strong and skilled with women. He first lay there, caressing the woman's large breasts as she swayed on top of him, then arched his back, rubbing his mouth against her nipples. Each time, my wife's moans would intensify. Watching this scene I had fantasized about so many times, I felt no excitement, only extreme disappointment. I just wanted them to finish quickly, and even considered pulling my wife off the man. "Help me touch it!"
the other man's wife pleaded, her face flushed. One hand continued to caress her genitals, while the other began to touch my penis. To be honest, I didn't care about her anymore, but due to the woman's request, I could only masturbate her. After touching her for a while, she seemed to realize my indifference, stood up, and went straight into the bathroom. On the other bed, my wife was already being penetrated by the other woman's husband, her buttocks raised. (Later, my wife told me that the husband had actually ejaculated while they were performing oral sex in the bathroom, but his penis hadn't gone soft. A few months later, during a chat with friends, someone mentioned the benefits of Viagra, one of which was that it could keep the penis erect for a long time after ejaculation. We didn't know if the husband had "prepared" beforehand.) Getting back to the point, the scene in the room had changed to me lying alone on the bed watching them have sex, feeling a little awkward. The other woman's husband glanced at me, smiled amicably, and then defiantly looked away, continuing to concentrate on his "work." Almost at the same moment the other woman's husband's gaze left me, my wife raised her head... She turned her gaze to me, seemingly surprised that I was now alone. I could tell she wasn't as excited as before; she was no longer moaning, only rhythmically responding to the man's thrusts from behind. I glanced at her a few times, then walked over and sat down in front of my wife. She was covered in sweat. I helped her gather the hair that was hanging in front of her eyes, but because her body was swaying back and forth with the man's movements, my efforts were almost ineffective; those few strands of hair hanging in front of her eyes still swayed. "Let's play with your sister-in-law together, let her have some real pleasure,"
the other woman's husband said, mechanically thrusting into my wife while asking for my opinion. My opinion. I hesitated for a moment, my mind still hazy, not fully understanding what the other person was saying. At that moment, my wife had already taken my penis into her mouth. If there had been a camera, it would have been a classic moment—my wife with my penis in her mouth, while another man was fucking her hard from behind. All three of us were somewhat aroused by the scene. My penis began to stir, and my wife made a sound almost like a whimpering from her mouth, while the man fucking her from behind increased the frequency of his movements and let out low growls; he also ejaculated. As the man collapsed onto my wife's back, from my wife... Judging from her expression at the time, I knew she hadn't had an orgasm either. Later, when my wife and I talked about it, it confirmed this. She said she felt like she was about to orgasm that day, but then somehow it stopped. Her thoughts were similar to mine; she felt bored and just wanted it to end quickly. As the other man's husband left my wife's body, my penis went from semi-erect to completely limp. My wife released my penis from her mouth, turned over, and fell into the other man's husband's arms. Only then did I remember there was another woman in the bathroom. I pushed open the door and went in. The other man's wife had finished showering and was drying herself. Seeing me come in, she handed me a towel: "Help me dry my back."
She turned her back to me as she spoke. Sometimes, women are truly unpredictable, especially in such a particular setting. I felt that only the man she loved would have the privilege of such an opportunity, but now it was my turn—a sexual partner who hadn't even brought her to orgasm. However, this job allowed me to take a closer look at the woman I had just made love to for the first time. Her skin was as delicate as my wife's, she was slender, and her not-so-full breasts seemed large enough on her body. She had a pert bottom, two shapely and straight legs, and a very attractive and delicate face. To be honest, I could only recall some outlines of the woman; if I didn't look at a photo, I wouldn't recognize her even if I walked down the street. After I finished wiping her down, she asked if I wanted to wash up. I said no, I'd rather go home and wash up. At that moment, all I wanted to do was get out of there as quickly as possible. Outside, my wife was already dressed, and the other woman's husband had crawled into bed, lit a cigarette, and was chatting idly with my wife. Seeing my wife and I come out, the husband politely said, "Your wife said she wants to go home. I was hoping we could have dinner together."
I said, "Thank you, but no need. Let's have dinner together another time if we have the chance." After
exchanging a few pleasantries, I put the room fee we were supposed to split on the table, said goodbye to this couple who were the only ones we had ever exchanged rooms with, and left the hotel with my wife. (IV) If I remember correctly, my wife and I didn't say a word on the way home from the hotel. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't find the words. I glanced at my wife at the red light; her face was turned towards the window. When we parked, my wife told me to go upstairs first while she went to buy something. I wanted to go with her, but she refused. Standing under the shower in my own bathroom, I felt very complicated. I couldn't tell if it was regret or something else. I didn't dare to relive the scene in the hotel. Just thinking about it made me feel like my heart was filled with mixed emotions. At that moment, my phone rang. It was my classmate Lin, the real owner of the house we had stayed in. He works as a tour guide, and recently he had a group going to Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand. He had a free round-trip ticket to Thailand and asked if I'd like to join his group. I said I'd discuss it with my wife later and hung up. When I came out of the bathroom for the second time, my wife was already back. From the pile of things by the door, I could tell she'd gone grocery shopping. After taking off her coat, she took a blanket from the closet, lay down on the sandpit, and covered her head. I asked her if she wanted me to cook dinner now, but she said she wanted to lie down for a while. I wandered around the room for a bit, feeling bored, and then started preparing dinner. I had a lot of free time during that period, so my cooking skills had improved a lot. My wife's favorite dish is my braised eggplant. By the time I finished the preparations slowly, it was already dark, and my wife was breathing evenly on the sandpit; she had fallen asleep. I didn't want to wake her, so I sat on another sandpit reading and waiting for her to wake up. The only sounds in the room were my wife's breathing and the occasional rustling of pages, so the ringing of the phone startled me and woke my wife as well. "It's Lin,"
my wife said, handing me the phone. Lin said we absolutely had to give him an answer within three days. I relayed Lin's good intentions to my wife again, and she said irritably, "Thailand is a paradise for men like you, you should go."
I said, "I've heard there are quite a few male prostitutes in Thailand, you wouldn't regret it."
My wife gave a reproachful snort and said, "You're always thinking about these things."
I joked with her a few more times, and the atmosphere eased from the previous awkwardness. I suddenly remembered that my company needed me to go on a business trip to an important client's place, and the timing conflicted with Lin's tour group, so I persuaded my wife to go and relax. After all, she was quite familiar with Lin. My wife cheered up, politely declined for a moment, but her heart was already in Thailand. We had some drinks at dinner, but neither of us mentioned what happened that afternoon. Lying in bed, my wife buried her head in my chest and hugged me tightly for a while. Then, resting her head on my chest and shoulders, she sighed and said, "We agreed that what happened today wouldn't affect our relationship."
"Of course,"
I said. My wife kissed me, hugged me tightly again, and whispered, "You had your fun this afternoon, but I didn't reach orgasm."
Then she started rubbing her breasts against my chest. While stroking her in response, I deliberately said, "I saw you enjoying yourself with that guy, and he was pretty good too."
My wife said, "You're so naughty!"
and then started licking my already hard penis. After my wife reached orgasm by moaning loudly on top of me, we took a bath together. While I was washing her genitals, my wife said that both her holes were swollen, which surprised me—it turned out that the man had also fucked her anus. My wife said it was when that man was on top that she was having sex. I also recalled that for a moment, that man almost folded my wife up, but I didn't pay much attention at the time. My wife said that man was having sex with her anus then. I had anal sex with my wife two or three times before, but because my penis was too big, it always hurt her a lot and caused bleeding. She was uncomfortable for several days, so I completely "gave it up." I never expected that my first time swapping would be re-explored by another man. My wife said that she thought that the man's penis wasn't as big as mine, so it wouldn't cause any harm, and in fact, she did feel quite comfortable at the time. My wife said that the man's penis was too long, and when he was having sex with her, it entered some places that my penis couldn't reach before. It hurt a little at first, but then it got better. My wife admitted that although she didn't reach orgasm, she enjoyed it quite a bit at the time, but she didn't want to do this game again: "I think one experience is enough."
I agree with my wife's idea. Indeed, some things should be experienced in moderation, and wife swapping is no exception. I've discussed the true mindset of men during wife-swapping with some like-minded individuals online. Most of them actually expect to see their wives being with other men, not to use the opportunity to sleep with other women. Therefore, one experience can satisfy this sexual need for a considerable period. (Whether frequent wife-swapping is truly pointless, I have no experience with and cannot comment on. Despite our confidence, before the swapping, my wife and I were most worried about its psychological impact, whether we could bear it, and how to cope with each other in the future. We successfully navigated the most difficult few hours after the swap. Looking back, while wife-swapping didn't strengthen our relationship as many claim (our relationship was already good), it certainly added some spice to our sex life and laid the foundation for my wife's later openness to sexuality. Our first and only wife-swapping experience has been fully presented. We've also had several threesomes later, which I'll share in detail later.)

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