I, Xi Yuan… Author of "Swapping Partners": Bai Xida [Full Text]

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(I)

"What should I call you?"

The handsome man I was meeting for the first time stood behind me, leaned down to my ear, and asked softly. His warm breath stimulated my sensitive ear, making me tremble instantly.

"Bare by your English name, Barbie?"

Until this evening, this man and I had never crossed paths in my thirty-four years of life. But now, I stood before him, my petite body leaning against his broad, strong embrace.

"Should I call you by your nickname in the entertainment industry, S?"

This evening, we had only just met. I am definitely not a promiscuous woman, yet his unfamiliar arms had already gently encircled my proud waist from behind. If he wanted to, he could, at any time, grope me outside my clothes and skirt.

"Or should I call you Xi Yuan?"

Thirty minutes ago, at the dinner party where we were introduced, I was still hesitant about this embarrassing matter... Half an hour later, I was alone with him in this specially made room. I weakly closed my eyes behind my black-rimmed glasses, offering no resistance and deciding to let him...do as he pleased for the time being.

"Or perhaps the most suitable Mrs. Wang?" 　　If 　　someone

had predicted six months ago that I would betray my beloved new husband six months later, I would have slapped them hard and cursed them for talking nonsense! Yet, at 　　this moment, the usually conservative me is actually doing just that... **************** 　　... My husband loves me deeply; he's young, successful, and wealthy… My marriage is the envy of many women. 　　However, behind this glamorous facade, I have unspeakable troubles… my… sex life. 　　Before marriage, we only knew each other for a little over two months before we started dating. Although I was no longer a virgin, I didn't want him to think I was a promiscuous woman. So, it wasn't until the night we finalized our marriage that I… slept with him for the first time. 　　Newlyweds, my husband, also in his early thirties, was in his prime, and had never touched me before. I was sure our wedding night would be passionate… Although I'm naturally shy, I was genuinely looking forward to our first intimate encounter… 　　Unfortunately, it's been over half a year since our first time, and my husband… really… it turns out his… penis… is very short, and he often struggles to get aroused. Even when he does… get an erection, it's always only semi-erect… his stamina is also short, and many times he can't… ejaculate, ending prematurely… 　　But unsuspecting relatives, friends, and the media are always 'concerned' about when I'll get pregnant. To deceive myself, during a reporter interview, I even pretended to let slip: "My husband is in great shape, you'll know once you've done it..." Sigh, it was like swallowing a bitter pill. 　　For over six months, the situation hasn't improved, but I'm too embarrassed to say it out loud... Actually, he's clearly full of passion for me, and every week, day and night, he tries his best to satisfy each other. But the result was... worse and worse... time and time again, half-hearted sex couldn't even scratch my itch... let alone... pleasure... satisfaction... orgasm... 　　I'm a mature woman with normal needs... for over 180 days, without any lovemaking, it was truly... unbearable... 　　lately, I really, really want... every day... to... 　　really want... a man... to properly pamper me 　　. 　　I closed my eyes and felt the man behind me bringing his face close to my right side of my hair: "...Then I'll call you Xi Yuan, and you can call me Xing Jun." 　　"Sigh..." Xing Jun buried his nose in my dark, glossy hair, taking a deep breath: 　　"So fragrant... your hair smells so good... even more beautiful than in the TV commercials." He raised his right hand, which was around my waist, and stroked my smooth, shoulder-length hair: "It's so soft... I really love it." 　　"Xi Yuan..." He naturally brushed my hair on the right side behind my right ear, clearly revealing half of my face: "If I make you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me." With this elegant declaration, Xing Jun's actions began to escalate, his high nose rubbing against my right cheek, sideburn, ear, the back of my ear, and earlobe... 　　Whether before or after marriage, I had never experienced such intimacy with a man who was almost a complete stranger. I shivered, my heart pounding... "Hoo..." He breathed intermittently into my ear canal, making my shoulders hunch as it tickled. "Such white ears, like seashells..." 　　He teased my right ear with his lips, moving it back and forth, up and down; then he opened his mouth, took my earlobe in, licked it with his tongue, and gently nibbled with his lips, slowly sucking on it. "Snowy...snowy..." I turned my head away sensitively, but he followed the motion, kissing down my neck, giving me another shiver. "Snip...snip..." 　　Pushing aside my long hair, Xing Jun was probably kissing the tattoo on the back of my neck. "A six-pointed star tattoo...yes, you have quite a few tattoos..." 　　His right hand went around my left cheek, gently trying to turn my right cheek towards his face. Although my eyes were closed the whole time, I could guess...Xing Jun wanted to kiss me... "Xi Yuan, come..." Women's kisses depend on feelings. I can let him touch me, kiss me, but to touch lips with a man I have no feelings for... I can't do it... 　　I turned my head away in refusal, and Xing Jun generously didn't force me, only kissing my right cheek: "It's okay, we can kiss again when we're more familiar with each other..." 　　His right hand moved down to my hands, which were crossed over my chest, and stroked the flower-shaped tattoo on the back of my right hand: 　　"Even the skin on your hands is so smooth..." 　　Xing Jun continued to kiss my right cheek, while gently pulling my right hand away from my chest. He rubbed my fingers and palm with his right palm: "Your fingers are so long and smooth... It must feel so good to be caressed by you..." I didn't realize that he had dismantled my chest-protecting posture, and his left hand, which had been on my waist, suddenly moved up and pressed diagonally against the right breast of my coat. 　　I tried to stop his groping, but my right hand was already held by his; my left hand had just risen when it was too late, and my right breast was already grasped through my clothes… I was wearing a black long-sleeved blouse over a white casual short dress, and a deliberately chosen, thick sports bra underneath. Even through these three layers of clothing, Xing Jun's rubbing of my right breast still made me weak all over… 　　I pressed my left hand on Xing Jun's right palm, trying to stop his grasp. At that moment, a voice suddenly came from the speaker on the ceiling of this luxurious suite: “Take off your outer clothes… wife.” 　　(II) 　　**************************************************************************************

Percy's Note: Many years ago, after writing "Training Cecilia Cheung" on forums like Judou and Fengyue, I never wrote anything about fantasies of female celebrities again. But in the last two or three years, I've become quite fascinated by the female protagonist of this story, who is both a mature woman and a married woman, thus rekindling my desire to write. I've been lurking on Erotic City for a long time, and when I saw the writing contest, I resolutely surfaced. The theme is NTR, which has been very popular in recent years. Like my previous works, I hope to have more delicate psychological descriptions. Since the contest required the narrator to be in the first person, this was my first time challenging myself to tell a story from a female perspective, and it felt quite challenging

… When describing details related to the actress, I've always been a "researcher" (?), so I carefully selected actual costumes worn by the female lead to serve

as "costumes," and I've included photos for your imagination… Finally, if any fans of the actress in this story like her, please leave a comment! I haven't received a single response before, it's so lonely (crying)～～＊ ... I hope he can be open and honest with me, find out what problems we have in our sex life, and overcome and solve

them together so that we can have a happy marriage and have children soon. We haven't been intimate for the past six months, and my husband probably expected me to ask this. He didn't hide anything, saying he had secretly gone to the hospital for a checkup. The report showed that it was more of a psychological issue than a physical problem. Therefore, the reproductive specialist referred him to a psychologist.

Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief; a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders. If he had a congenital defect or had suffered an accident, it might be incurable. But psychological issues, with talking to a psychologist, receiving counseling, and using medication, the problem should definitely be resolved with time!

Naturally, my curiosity was piqued, and I continued to ask, "What's on your mind...? Please tell me, okay? See how I can... help you..." Clearly, what he had just said was only what I could easily accept; when it came to the most important part, he hesitated, "If I tell you... you'll definitely be... terrified..."

"We're husband and wife now, just tell me." Looking sincerely into my beloved's eyes, I clasped his hands.

My mind raced; the worst-case scenario... could it be that he was sexually assaulted as a child, leaving him with psychological trauma? After a long

silence, his expression seemed to indicate he had decided to speak: "You know, my mother divorced my father and raised me alone abroad. It's inevitable that she'd be lonely, being a woman in a foreign land. She dated many men, Chinese, foreigners, and so on. At that time, our financial situation was very poor, and the two of us lived in a very small place. So, I accidentally caught my mother with different men several times..." Having listened patiently until this point, I couldn't help but cover my mouth with my hand. Could it be that witnessing his mother's affair with another man left a lasting scar, affecting him to this day? Could it be that this made him hate women, hate being intimate with me...?

"Back then, I was going through puberty... those scenes... were so stimulating for me... they deeply affected me... and the problem gradually surfaced after I started dating girls..." "You've noticed too, haven't you... I have a hard time getting aroused... actually, not just with you, but with all the girlfriends I dated before marriage, I had this problem..." "I just... [link to a website about sexual fantasies]...
I know I'm only one step away from finding the core of the problem: 'Fantasy... sexual... sexual fantasies? I... can't arouse you... what kind of fantasies?'"

"Fantasy can no longer satisfy me...that's why...I can't pull myself together, I can't satisfy you..." The husband shook his head heavily, not answering directly, but instead changing the subject: "Because, I increasingly want to turn those fantasies about you...from fantasy into...reality..." "

After listening to my symptoms, the psychologist suggested that if I were to realize my fantasies and vent them, it should greatly improve my mental and physical condition. Then, my...performance will gradually improve, and your chances of getting pregnant will increase..."

"Honey, just tell me," he pleaded. What exactly were his fantasies? "As your wife, I'll try my best to cooperate with you." I prepared myself mentally, feeling my face flush. "What fantasy do you want me to fulfill? Tell me, is it uniform fetish? Role-playing? I just beg you, please don't do violent SM."

"Xi Yuan..." My husband looked up and slowly uttered the terrifying answer I hadn't expected: "From the first moment I saw you, I've been fantasizing... until you accepted my pursuit, until I married you, every single day, I've been having all sorts of fantasies... fantasies, no, I want to see other men... touch you in reality..." 　　"

I want to personally arrange for you to be intimate with other men, and then I'll be there, watching you with my own eyes..."

********** ... 　　My husband, who had facilitated my meeting and intimacy with Xing Jun, finally spoke: "Take off your coat...wife." Hearing this heartless remark, I, who had been enduring it with my eyes closed, couldn't help but open them. Before me was a bright mirror, as wide as the entire room and as large as a single wall. Clearly reflected in the mirror was a handsome man and a beautiful woman, standing together. Xing Jun was embracing me from behind, his left hand pressed against my slightly protruding right breast through my black coat. This scene, on the surface, seemed incredibly intimate; if outsiders were present, they would only think that Xing Jun and I were a well-matched couple. However, all of this was not what I wanted, but rather a deliberate and meticulous arrangement by my real husband. 　　Before leaving home today, I naturally had no intention of dressing up. I avoided dressing up, not wanting my husband, or even the complete stranger Xing Jun, to misunderstand and think that I was actually looking forward to this. I deliberately kept myself simple, my long hair loosely draped over my shoulders, my face completely bare of makeup, and I wore thick-rimmed black glasses, giving me a cold and aloof appearance. Yet, I knew, paradoxically, that even without makeup, I possessed a unique, alluring charm. 　　I wore a black long-sleeved blouse, and although my lower body was covered by a white skirt that didn't reach my knees, I wore light brown ankle boots and thick gray stockings—more than enough protection, in terms of protection. However, at that moment, my partner unexpectedly asked me to remove my outer garment. 　　Through the mirror, Xing Jun saw that I had opened my eyes. As if to avoid embarrassing me, his left hand, which had been rubbing my chest on the blouse, immediately and gentlemanly stopped. This considerate gesture made me secretly grateful. Why was it that the one who respected me wasn't my husband, who should be protecting me? Instead, it was this man, whom I had previously considered a "pervert," a "lecher"? Xing Jun didn't speak, seemingly waiting to see how I would react to the request coming from the speaker above my head. 　　My heart was filled with mixed emotions. I felt ashamed, angry, heartbroken, and deeply wronged. Why had I married a husband with such an abnormal mindset? I looked resentfully at the mirrored wall in front of me: "I've already... cooperated with you like this... and you're still not... satisfied?" Agreeing to be treated like this by a strange man was already my limit. I could barely accept it through several layers of clothing, but now my husband had gone even further, ordering me to remove my protective gear.

This mirrored wall, which I couldn't see through, was actually a "yin-yang mirror." In the room on the other side of the mirrored wall, my husband, from the very beginning, had been watching through the one-way glass as his beloved wife, who should belong only to him, was embraced, kissed, and caressed by another man… My husband was enjoying a bizarre pleasure that I [entirely] couldn't understand, a pleasure only he could experience.

The speaker was silent for a moment, then came the reply: "I want to watch you being touched… not through… so many clothes…" So many clothes? I was only wearing three layers! And one of them was underwear. My husband was saying such absurd things. I didn't even dare to look at Xing Jun's expression in the mirror.

Beforehand, I had seriously laid down three rules with my husband, emphasizing that I was only reluctantly sacrificing to accommodate his strange desires. And I absolutely had a bottom line to uphold regarding my own body. But now, should I fly into a rage, turn around, and storm off? My husband pleaded with me to fulfill his forbidden fantasy just once, his painstaking efforts aimed solely at curing his emotional distress so that our sex life could be smooth and we could have children. If I gave up halfway now, his condition would only worsen, making everything more irreversible. I felt like I had a choice. But in reality, I had no choice at all.

I sighed softly, "Just... take off your outer clothes... is that enough?" "Yes, just take off your outer clothes..." Hearing my concession, the voice from the loudspeaker seemed much more invigorated: "Then, let Xing Jun reach under your skirt, undo your bra... let him touch... your body directly..."

This wasn't just "just take off your outer clothes"; it was about letting my breasts fall directly into another man's hands. Unexpectedly, before I could even utter a sound, Xing Jun spoke first: "Xiao Fei, isn't this a bit too hasty?"

I thought Xing Jun would be overjoyed to be able to touch my body, but instead, he was considerate of a young woman's feelings: "Don't push Xi Yuan...too hard..." My husband ignored Xing Jun, only trying to coax me: "I only ask for this much...I won't go any further...Promise me, okay? Wife..."

It's come to this, since I resolutely went all out in the first place, now I can only grit my teeth and let this embarrassing situation end as soon as possible. I could only helplessly, with such weak reasons, convince myself. Who told me, I truly love him so deeply.

My eyes, behind my black-rimmed glasses, closed again in resignation. Slowly, I used my right hand, which Xing Jun was holding, to guide his right hand to the bottom of my black blouse, silently signaling to him that he could start taking off my outer garment.

(III)

During the formative years of adolescence, when a boy is most curious about the opposite sex and undergoes sexual awakening, he repeatedly witnessed his mother having sex with different men, intentionally or unintentionally… This deeply shocked the young boy's sexual senses…

leading him to become deeply entrenched in a morbid delusion as an adult, unable to extricate himself from the desire to see the woman he likes being intimate with other men…

Struggling to fulfill this desire for many years, this man's male function remained unexcited… As a result, for more than half a year after marriage, he was unable to satisfy himself and his newlywed wife… The world is full of wonders. I won't say I don't believe such things can happen. However, I never imagined that such a fate would befall me.

"Xi Yuan… I want to personally arrange for you to be intimate with other men… and then I'll be there, watching you with my own eyes…"

I almost doubted my hearing, yet every word came from my husband's mouth.

"Why didn't you tell me about this problem before we got married?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt I had asked a stupid question. If he had been honest about his flaws when he first pursued me, I would have been terrified and wouldn't have dared to continue the relationship... But now, it's all too late. I've fallen in love with this man, married him, and become his wife... Am I really going to ask him for a divorce after only half a year of marriage?

No, I can't bear to. When we first met, I felt instantly that he was my soulmate… I longed to walk this path of life with him, to build a family, to have children… I told myself that I shouldn't be afraid of or run away from his heartache… I should be by his side, helping him to work on it.

“That therapist…” I recalled my husband's earlier words: “You said he suggested that if you let your fantasies out, things would get better…”

Even though we were married, it was still incredibly awkward for me to make such an outrageous suggestion: “So, in the future, when you’re intimate with me… you can fantasize… about… other people touching me… that way you’ll… get excited?”

My husband shook his head: “I always… fantasize… but it quickly… stops working…” I blushed slightly: “But, a few times, you were… more… intense… then, what were you… fantasizing about?”

My husband pointed to the television in the bedroom: “Those times, we were watching your old dramas and movies together… those were actually ones I… deliberately chose…”

"Spring of Bubbles, Rain of Swords, Little Martial Arts Performer... they all have scenes of you being intimate with men... I got so excited watching them..."

I remembered. No wonder those times, during the viewing... he suddenly felt better... and... made love to me...

God... his inner demons... are truly incurable...

Thinking about it, I finally couldn't control my emotions: "This is too, too absurd! Do 　　you really want me... to be with other men?!

" "Even if you could do it... I

, 　　I absolutely... 　　couldn't do it! 　　" ********** ... 　　Although I had decided to submit, taking off my outer garment myself? That's too much... I can't do it. Asking Xing Jun to do it? I absolutely cannot bring myself to do it... 　　I can only... Xing Jun understood my meaning, but didn't act immediately. Instead, he gently pressed 　　the back of my right hand with his right palm, soothingly saying, "Xi Yuan, Xiao Fei... he really made things difficult for you..." Those few words filled me with mixed emotions, and my nose suddenly stung with tears. Why was it that it wasn't my husband comforting me, but Xing Jun, who had been "violating" me? 　　"I was partly...an accomplice in bullying you..." Xing Jun apologized in my ear, his tone very sincere: 　　"I'm sorry..." 　　To be honest, before we met, I was secretly furious that such a lecherous and perverted person would agree to help my husband by taking advantage of me... 　　But since we met, my impression of Xing Jun has become more and more positive... Actually, what right do I have to blame him? 　　It was my own husband who dragged Xing Jun into this mess... and also, it was myself who agreed to let him touch me... 　　I gently shook my head, silently indicating... I don't blame you too much... "Thank you, Xi Yuan..." Xing Jun's tone was as if he had been relieved. Compared to my husband, he seemed to have a much better conscience towards me...

Soon, I felt Xing Jun's hands lifting the bottom edge of my coat. He slowly opened the black blouse, and I... obediently cooperated, raising my hands so he could help me pull the clothes off from the sleeves and collar.

I couldn't help but open my eyes a crack, stealing a glance at my reflection in the mirror. Without the coat, I was only wearing a thin white dress, the hem barely reaching my knees; grey stockings and light brown ankle boots.

Before leaving the house, I never imagined my husband would ask me to take off my blouse. I truly regretted choosing this casual dress made of such thin fabric. Before my eyes, the front of the dress partially revealed a snow-white sports bra. Its color and shape were faintly visible in the mirror...

Was it because I suddenly felt like I was wearing less clothing? Or because of my unease and fear? My thin body suddenly trembled.

"Are you cold?" Xing Jun noticed, encircling my drooping arms from behind: "This will warm you up..."

This time, he didn't touch me. He simply embraced me, warming me with his body… It was strange, but I felt a strange warmth rising within me… Once I was indeed much warmer, Xing Jun released his hands and moved them above my skirt. Brushing aside the ends of my hair, he touched the zipper at the back of my neckline: “…Is it alright?” I blushed deeply… and only managed a soft hum, like a mosquito's buzz.

The zipper at the neckline slowly slid down until it reached the waist of my skirt. My delicate neck, back, and waist were exposed to the air through the straight, open zipper at the back of my skirt.

Xing Jun repeatedly stroked my back and waist, seemingly praising me sincerely: "As expected of the Beauty King... this neck, back, waist... are just like white jade..."

He started a new round of light kisses again, using the six-pointed star tattoo on my neck as a starting point: "Sss, sss..." "Sss... sss..." His affectionate lips kissed all the way down my neck, all the way to my shoulders and back, just above the clasp of my bra, before gently stopping.

As his warm lips moved away, I felt four fingers fiddling with the clasp: "It's going to be unbuttoned..." Suddenly, the force restraining my chest loosened...

my white sports bra was neatly unbuttoned on my snowy back by Xing Jun.

(Part 4)

"This is too, too absurd! Do you really want me... to be with other men?! Even if you can do it... I, I absolutely... cannot do it!"

I couldn't control my emotions and yelled these words at my husband, pushing him out of the master bedroom and slamming the door shut.

From that day on, I slept in separate rooms from him. Even living under the same roof, I intentionally avoided him, ignoring his words and refusing to answer his calls… because I truly didn't know how to face him.

His morbid confessions kept echoing in my mind:

'Xi Yuan… from the first moment I saw you, I fantasized… until you accepted my pursuit, until I married you, every single day, I fantasized…' 'Fantasies, no, I want to see other men… touch you in reality…' 'I want to personally arrange for you to be intimate with other men…' 'Then, I'll be there, watching you with my own eyes…'

Ninety-nine percent of husbands who marry a celebrity like me would cherish me dearly. But my situation is that my husband wants to… give me to other men… to have his way with… What should I do? Go back to my parents' home in Taiwan? Then separate from him and get a divorce? How will I explain when relatives and the media ask about the situation? Has things really come to this? Is the problem absolutely unsolvable?

Whether I confined myself indoors or went out for some fresh air, my mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of him, and my head ached from the worry. For days, I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, and my mood was terrible… and… I missed my husband terribly.

From the time we first met until our second year of marriage, we had always been incredibly loving… but now, for the first time ever, we'd been in a three-day cold war. Was it because I loved him too much? Even after just a few dozen hours without speaking, I felt incredibly lonely… even desolate…

Honestly

, I knew I couldn't bear to divorce him. So, it seemed my only option was… sleepless nights, endless contemplation. On the morning of the fourth day, after I had made my decision, there was a knock at the door. I opened it and saw my husband looking haggard. My anger vanished instantly, replaced by heartache for him… Sigh, women are such useless creatures… My husband was filled with remorse and sincerity, apologizing profusely and promising never to mention it again, practically kneeling down to swear an oath that very day… I believed he wasn't just lying; he genuinely intended to do so.

"Then what about your... problem?" I had made up my mind and was able to calmly talk to him.

My husband was almost speechless: "...We'll deal with it later..."

He nervously held my hands: "I don't want you to leave me..." "Silly girl..." Although I look much younger than my actual age, I'm actually four years older than my husband. It must be maternal instinct; I can't abandon him: "I won't leave you. I'm your wife." "Really? That's wonderful..." My husband hugged me tightly with joy, and I hugged him back. I knew that he truly loved me. His illness, his shadow, made him unable to extricate himself from wanting to see me with other men... only then could he get excited...

"I didn't ask you last time..." I knew the chances were slim, but I still hoped for a stroke of luck before making that decision: "In your case, would taking... Viagra... help?" My husband shook his head in self-consciousness: "No... the doctor said it's my psychology affecting my physiology... I need to have the desire to be excited first before taking the medicine to help my body... get an erection..." As I expected, a mental illness requires a mental cure. I only had one path left. I mustered my courage, looked my husband in the eye, regulated my breathing, clenched my fists, and with great difficulty, said, word by word,

"I've made up my mind. I promise you, I will fulfill your fantasies." "Xi Yuan..." My husband's reaction was a mixture of surprise and delight: "You...you...are willing?" "If...the other person is just...hugging, kissing me...I can reluctantly...endure..." After considering it for several nights, I finally decided, forcing myself to say, "I can treat it as...acting..." In the past, didn't I also act out intimate scenes with my co-stars on TV and in movies? This was all I could do...deceive myself...

My husband was filled with emotion, even excitement: "Wife, thank you!" Thank me for promising to arrange for other men to touch me...it felt so jarring and absurd...But now, this wasn't the time for rational calculation.

From childhood to adulthood, I've always been a woman who dares to love and hate, so let's go all out... Let's speak frankly and openly. Next, we'll discuss... the details: "How... will you... arrange it? Time... place..."

"Since you're mentally prepared, how about tomorrow evening at dusk?" He must have been suppressing his fantasies for too long; my husband clearly wanted to make it a reality as soon as possible.
"My previous girlfriends weren't willing to cooperate with me... To fulfill my desires, three years ago, I joined a... circle... I would occasionally visit other members and exchange their... lovers, wives... We call it a 'partner swapping club'..."

I knew such groups existed. Since my husband is an enthusiast of this hobby, and he's one of them, it's not surprising to me at this point...

But then a thought struck me, and I was immediately consumed by jealousy: "You...you've been with other women?" "No, no!" my husband protested. "It's true that many men like to play around with...other people's women...but I only want to see them...play with mine...my ex-girlfriends didn't cooperate with me, so I watched others do it myself...to satisfy myself..."

He only wanted to see others play with his woman...My husband's explicit statement, though I had already made my decision, still resonated with me...

"We have our own places, several of them. They're all located in what outsiders perceive as completely respectable multi-functional clubs and hotels. Security is tight, they're discreet, and the media is unaware; there's also high-tech equipment to counter any secret recording or filming. I've been to different parties over the past three years, and not a single incident has gone wrong. You can...rest assured." My husband continued to persuade me, finally opening up, and even started to...talk eloquently.

My husband and I are both well-known figures, and if this scandal were to leak out, I, as a woman, would be utterly disgraced… I could only trust that my husband would carefully protect and safeguard my privacy… Even though I had been able to discuss this openly with him before, when it came to the final and most crucial question, I couldn't help but lower my head in embarrassment, rubbing my hands together, and whispering, “Where…where is the candidate?” Using my phone, my husband showed me a photo on Weibo: “This is Xing Jun. Three years ago, he introduced me…to the group. He was the first member I met…highly educated, cultured, and very refined…” Rather than a spur-of-the-moment choice, it seemed my husband had already set his sights on this person…When did he begin fantasizing about sending me into the hands of this Xing man? Perhaps he had been planning this for a long time, just unsure how to bring it up and persuade me to accept? I didn't want to think about it anymore…

Looking at my phone, to be honest, the person in the photo was…far more attractive than I had imagined a perverted partner-swapping individual to be. He was in his early thirties, tall, thin, and fair-skinned, impeccably dressed in a suit… even more handsome than my husband… I shook my head… What was I thinking… What does this have to do with being handsome? I only gave in to this guy… for my husband, for our marriage… “Look, is it acceptable?” My husband asked tentatively, and I could feel his immense anticipation for my consent.

“What… is it acceptable… you… make the decision…” A little annoyed, but mostly shy and aggrieved, I finally reluctantly agreed, the last step in the whole affair.

In the end, I emphasized my only condition: “No matter what, when I feel uncomfortable… unwilling… when I say ‘stop,’ you have to stop everything…”

My husband readily agreed, but couldn’t hide his delight as he went to call Xing Jun… So, the following evening, at a high-end Western restaurant at one of the venues of the “Swapping Party,” I had my first meal with Xing Jun, accompanied by my husband.

He's even more handsome in person than in photos… That was actually the first thought that crossed my mind when I saw him… Xing Jun only greeted me politely, without saying much to me, mainly chatting with my husband while eating. I knew perfectly well that the meal was just a pretext, mainly to give me a chance to observe him from the sidelines… Halfway through the meal, Xing Jun left the table first, leaving my husband and me alone. What was bound to happen, was finally happening. "Do you think… he… is okay?" My husband's eyes were full of expectation: "If he is, let's go to the room now…"

My cheeks flushed, and I nodded… agreeing to take the first step in 'partner swapping'… So, my husband led me into the elevator to a specially designed room on a high floor of the hotel.

Inside the room, there was a large transparent glass wall, through which I could see Xing Jun patiently waiting on the other side. A table and chairs were placed in front of the glass wall, along with an intercom and speakers…

My husband explained that the mirrored wall was one-way transparent glass, so when Xing Jun and I were on the other side, we couldn't see him, thus avoiding embarrassment… And even though we were in different rooms, we could still talk to each other…

How could I not feel embarrassed! Before anything even started, I already felt incredibly ashamed… But, with the situation so urgent, I couldn't hesitate or back out any longer…

My husband opened the door to Xing Jun's room, and personally led me, extremely shy, to Xing Jun, handing me over to him.

Neither of them spoke, and my husband retreated to the other room, closing the door tightly.

Now, only Xing Jun and I were left. I stood there helplessly, my back to him, afraid to look back.

I felt Xing Jun approach from behind: "Aren't you going to sit on the sofa?"

"No…" It seemed that only standing, with the possibility of escaping at any moment, gave me a sliver of security.

"Alright, you and I can stand in front of the mirror so Xiaofei can... see more clearly." Yes, it's all for my husband... no need to drag it out any longer, this shameful affair... should start sooner, end sooner.

I closed my eyes in defeat, and boldly leaned my back against Xing Jun's body in his suit.

My waist was immediately encircled from behind by a pair of long arms, and I heard Xing Jun's soft voice asking in my ear, "What should I call you?"

(V)

"It's going to be unbuttoned..." Xing Jun whispered, as if to prepare me mentally. The next second, the bra clasp was loosened and spread open behind me.

The black blouse was off; the zipper on the back of the white skirt was open; now even the last line of defense for my upper body was finally removed. I was so nervous that my heart was pounding, my breathing became rapid, and my breasts inside the bra cups also rose and fell slightly faster...

Xing Jun's hands reached under my armpits, slid over the sides of my breasts, and entered the bra, then gently grasped them with both palms, and [the whole text] took full control of my pair of jade breasts.

He cupped my breasts in his hands, holding them still, as if thoroughly experiencing their shape, weight, touch, and temperature…

We hadn’t known each other for less than an hour, yet he, a complete stranger, had already thoroughly explored my feminine characteristics… Was I too naive? Beforehand, I had simply thought that my husband would only let Xing Jun touch me through my clothes…

My hands instinctively pressed against the front of my white dress, trying to stop Xing Jun from continuing his advances through the dress and my underwear.

But his hand was already pressed against my chest inside my clothes, making my actions seem superfluous and futile… After a long while, I heard a sigh of admiration: “I’m so lucky…” His ten fingers slowly closed on my breasts, further experiencing my curves: “This is the dream of so many men…”

Yes, to this day, the number of men I’ve been intimate with is no more than ten… I thought my husband would be the last man in my life, but unexpectedly, he willingly gave me to…someone else… “Xi Yuan, look at me, okay?” Xing Jun’s tone suddenly became very serious.

I couldn’t help but feel a little curious, and slowly opened my shy eyes, tilting my right cheek slightly upwards, and saw Xing Jun looking down at me: “Thank you…”

For the first time, I saw his outline clearly at such close distance. I confirmed once again that he was more handsome than my husband… Xing Jun, as his name suggests, stylish and handsome…

“Thank you for giving me the opportunity…” His eyes were so ardent that they inexplicably made my heart flutter…

“Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be close to you.” Thank you? I was clearly... completely at his mercy, so he didn't need to say those things. It seems he still...respects me? My feelings for him involuntarily deepened... "I don't know if there will be...a next time..." As someone in the entertainment industry, I've seen plenty of handsome men, but Xing Jun's gaze and words at that moment deeply captivated me: "Perhaps this first meeting will be our last... Anyway, thank you..." His face moved closer and closer to mine... I knew what he wanted to do, I knew I should look away, but...

I actually allowed… Xing Jun's warm lips to press against my soft lips. He didn't open his mouth, didn't stick out his tongue, didn't try to give me a wet kiss, just our lips touched, gently rubbing together… without any aggression, he only carefully, repeatedly, wiping and kissing my cherry lips. It felt… quite good… making me not want… to refuse…

like returning to my teenage years, experiencing my first kiss. I obediently raised my head and let Xing Jun kiss me, kiss me… The light in his eyes, the way he kissed me, was really… so gentle…

He kissed me tenderly for several minutes before the handsome man in front of me reluctantly pulled his mouth away… I was surprised that I… actually felt a little… reluctant to let go…

“Xi Yuan, if this first time is our last time…”

The two hands inside my bra, as if unable to control themselves, slightly increased their strength: “Please allow me… to be a little presumptuous… is that alright?”

Want to be presumptuous… to touch me? Should I say… yes? Or… no? Yes… right? At least, up until now, his actions haven't made me feel...too disgusted...and, would my husband really let me say...no? I could almost hear his heartless words again: "Take off your blouse...let Xing Jun reach under your skirt, untie your bra...let him touch...your body directly..." Yes, it's my husband, he always wanted me to do this...I was just...cooperating with him...that's all...Once again, I shyly lowered my head, using body language to signal to Xing Jun...you can... "Really...thank you so much..." Xing Jun gratefully kissed my forehead, and his hands, inside my white skirt, began to slowly knead my breasts.

He wasn't in a hurry; the pressure of his hands was just right, not causing any discomfort, but rather...pleasure...

his palms slid back and forth along my sides and lower breasts, praising repeatedly: "A handful, firm and smooth, truly exquisite..."

No woman dislikes hearing a man's sweet words. Even in this unusual 'partner swapping' situation, I still felt... a secret joy...

physical pleasure, and a secret delight. My hands, pressed against my skirt, made no attempt to hinder Xing Jun... allowing him to freely caress my breasts inside my underwear: "Xi Yuan, put your hands down..." "You need to let Xiao Fei see my actions clearly so he'll... get even more excited." Looking in the mirror, my hands on my front did indeed conceal Xing Jun's movements inside my skirt... I clenched my fists slightly, letting them hang down to my waist, but my eyes couldn't help but focus on the mirror. In the reflection, my thin white skirt was half-transparent, revealing my white underwear. Beneath the underwear, Xing Jun's hands were clearly active, sometimes rotating left and right, sometimes pushing up and down, carefully playing with my breasts... Witnessing myself being subjected to such lewd acts... I never imagined it would be so shameful... I lowered my head, unable to look any further.

But, for some reason, after this glance, the feeling from my chest seemed even more... stimulating...?

The husband on the other side of the mirror… did he also feel…excited? Seeing this scene…seeing his wife being touched naked by another man…would he feel uncomfortable? Would he be jealous? Or would he only feel…excitement?

My chaotic thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the new sensation rising on my breasts. After Xing Jun had touched every inch of my breasts, his index fingers began to circle along both areolas…his two fingers, sometimes clockwise, sometimes counterclockwise, circling as if measuring the circumference of the areolas:

“A small circle, so cute…”

Circle after circle, his fingertips delicately teased my areolas, causing every pore on my body to expand again and again; the tingling sensation continued to send it to the peaks…

echoing the movements of his hands, Xing Jun’s tongue also circled around my ear: “The areola is a shallow circle…”

"Then," two index fingers finally landed on the peaks of my breasts, gently touching the nipples that had somehow become erect: "Where are your nipples?"

Xing Jun's fingers intermittently touched the two buds, causing my upper body to tremble: "I only touched the 'sides' of yours, but now even the 'middle' is standing up... Xi Yuan, you're so sensitive..." Sensitive... Hmm, I appear refined and dignified, but my body is the opposite, extremely sensitive... Not just my ears and breasts, many parts are... erogenous zones... However, today my... reaction is unprecedentedly... intense...

Is it because my husband hasn't satisfied me for half a year, making me too... craving? In addition, Xing Jun is handsome and charming, which made me lower my... defenses? Perhaps, more decisively, is his... skill...

Xing Jun's... flirting techniques are far superior to my husband's... even surpassing any of my male partners before marriage...

In spirit, he showers you with praise, yet with a touch of teasing; physically, his mouth is as diligent as raindrops, carefully kissing your forehead, face, ears, and neck, both passionate and intimate; his index fingers and thumbs lightly pluck at the red plum blossoms on the ridge, effortlessly rotating, kneading, and teasing...

I consider myself a mature woman, but faced with this foreplay that combines body and mind, I find myself... unable to resist... dizzy, my limbs weak...

"Getting...bigger..." Even without him saying it, I could feel my nipples, already swollen and more than twice their normal size from the prolonged, focused caresses. "Soft and elastic, like gummy candies..." So...comfortable...just the kisses and caresses felt this good. If I were to do...that with Xing Jun...how...would it feel...no, how could I possibly be thinking like that? I hurriedly and shamefully reminded myself that this absurd thing was all for my husband...this was the first time, and also the last...Xing Jun's right hand suddenly slipped from under my skirt and reached for my small chin: "If there's a next time, don't wear those black-rimmed glasses again..."

"Then, dress me up..." He gently lifted my bare face, his lips drawing closer again: "Don't wear a sports bra, change into something prettier..."

This was the last time... so I let him be... I thought to myself, and once again obediently let him kiss my lips...

The atmosphere between us didn't feel like some kind of nauseating 'partner swapping'... it was more like a couple deeply in love, passionately kissing...

My starry eyes were half-closed, and I glanced blankly at the mirrored wall, where our deep affection was reflected. Xing Jun, with his graceful movements, was kissing me as I looked up; under my skirt, he used only his left hand to caress my breasts, which were bulging out... This flirting, this foreplay... it was so perfect... I had a kind of intoxicating feeling... "Xi Yuan, you're so beautiful..." His right hand, which had been free, suddenly moved across my waist, gently pulling me back, pressing my lower body, which had been keeping its distance from him, against his crotch: "You make me... feel so good..."

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Xing Jun couldn't help himself, pulling my right hand with his right hand and guiding it to his crotch: "Xi Yuan, I've been touching you for so long..."

"You come too... touch me..." I tried to struggle, but I couldn't overcome his strength. My small hand, adorned with flower tattoos, pressed against his genitals through his pants...

With that press, his…penis immediately trembled: “Yes, like I touch you… touch me…”

He guided my hand, stroking his crotch up and down… He reacted so strongly, with each touch I felt the thing in his pants swell even more…

I couldn’t help but touch, touch… If this were my husband’s… how wonderful that would be… “Yes, do it yourself…” Xing Jun released his right hand, but my right palm was still slowly rubbing his lower body… I don’t even know why I didn’t take my hand away… “So comfortable…” He sighed deeply: “Xi Yuan…”

“I’ll let you…” His right hand touched my right leg, which was wearing gray stockings, for the first time: “Even more comfortable, right?”

(VI)

Was it fifteen minutes ago? Or ten minutes ago? When Xing Jun first tried to kiss me… I refused.

At that time, I firmly believed that I couldn't kiss a man with whom I had no emotional connection... But not long after, I was already... entwined with his lips. Not just once, but again and again... Although neither of us opened our mouths or moved our tongues, we simply and persistently touched our lips, but the taste... was so... intoxicating...

Not only our mouths, but even the upper body defenses that I thought I could hold onto beforehand were breached because of my husband's request,

"Let Xing Jun reach under your skirt and undo your bra... let him touch... your body directly..." This surprised me greatly... Apart from the initial shyness and embarrassment, Xing Jun's hands did not make my body feel uncomfortable... His fingers and palms touched every corner of my breasts, making me... feel good...

He also possessed... masculine characteristics that my husband could not compare to: "Xi Yuan, I've been touching you for so long... you should... touch me too..."

Somewhat forcefully, he took my right hand and pressed it against his... crotch. Those high, big, hard mounds were noticeably more vibrant than my husband's... his penis... "Come on, do it yourself..." If this were my husband's... how wonderful that would be? I couldn't help but let my mind wander, and I found myself touching and touching... Even though Xing Jun had already let go, my right palm, as if possessed, continued to slowly massage his... genitals through his suit pants... "Yes, touch it like this..." He reacted so strongly; with each touch, I felt the thing inside his pants swell even more: "You make me feel so good..."

"I'll make you feel good too..." Xing Jun's right hand touched my right leg, which was clad in gray stockings, for the first time: "Even more comfortable, right?"

Today, when I left home, to protect myself, I wore thick gray stockings under my short white skirt that didn't reach my knees. So, Xing Jun's touch shouldn't have given me any real sensation, but psychologically, it still had a huge impact.

Being touched on the lower body is vastly different from being caressed on the upper body… I, a married woman, was having my thigh touched by a man other than my husband… and just inches away from my legs was my most private area…

Xing Jun continued his meticulous foreplay, kissing my right earlobe while gently cupping my left breast with his left hand: "Through the stockings… you can't feel anything, can you?" His right hand climbed up the gray stockings, slipping inside my white skirt, his fingers touching the waistband of my stockings: "Xi Yuan, pull your stockings down a little, okay?" Hearing this, I immediately sobered up… Pull down the stockings? Then… my underwear would be exposed? And then, he might touch my… private parts… How could he? I'm a married woman… that place… I would only open it… to my beloved husband… I became alert, and my right hand, which had been touching Xing Jun's genitals through his pants, temporarily stopped. He sensed it, and whispered softly in my ear, "Don't be afraid, I won't go too far... Just like now, I'm touching your breasts directly... I just want to... touch your... legs directly..." "You know what? Your legs are so long and slender... I've been fascinated by them ever since I saw them in magazines and on TV..." I knew

perfectly well. I've been a vegetarian for years, controlling my diet and practicing yoga, maintaining a slender figure; although I'm not tall, only about 160 centimeters, my feet are long, straight, white, and smooth... "I really want to touch your... thighs..." Xing Jun's right hand moved back and forth across the waistband of my stockings, but he didn't force me: "Take off your stockings, down to your knees... is that okay?" Was it persuasion? Or pleading? My husband agreed to let Xing Jun play with me, but he never forced himself on me, always respecting me. This has made me feel much better during this "partner swapping" process... and now, I don't even know how to... refuse him. I also seem to... not want to disappoint him?

If it were just… touching my thigh, I seemed to want to… agree to him?

I glimpsed the complex expression on my face reflected in the mirror… hesitant, troubled, considering… but without… a clear… resistance.

“Hmm… or, how about this…” Xing Jun seemed to see right through me: “Let’s ask Xiao Fei.”

Was he considerately giving me a way out? Or was he gambling on whether my husband would agree to his request?

Xing Jun looked at the mirror and switched to the loud volume of the ceiling's microphone: “Xiao Fei?” “…Hmm…” My husband’s voice came through the room’s speakers, but I couldn’t tell whether his emotions were rising or falling.

“So far, are you satisfied with Xi Yuan and my performance…?” Xing Jun was so… direct, I felt my ears burning…

“…Um…” My husband remained noncommittal. But I guessed he must be very excited… but, to ask him to openly admit that he liked his spouse being… taken advantage of, was too difficult for him to say, wasn’t it?

"So, I want to pull down Xi Yuan's... your wife's... stockings a little so I can touch her thigh... Do you think that's okay?" Hearing Xing Jun utter the words "your wife," I wished I could shut my ears... What on earth are we doing?

Should I refuse him, husband... say no...? I stared at the mirror, hoping my husband on the other side could understand what I meant. However, deep down, another conflicting thought lingered in my mind. I felt a longing for him to… agree… so that Xing Jun wouldn't… be disappointed…

"Y-yes… okay!" My husband's reply was much quicker and louder than the previous two single-word responses, causing a pang of pain in my heart… His fetish was truly… quite serious… Just as my heart ached, my husband changed the subject again: "However, we can't… go any further… I can't… accept that for now…"

Sigh… He still loves me, doesn't he? At least he knows how to set boundaries for everyone… making it impossible for me to… hate him…

"Okay, I understand." Xing Jun nodded earnestly towards the mirror: "Then you can continue watching, Xi Yuan and me."

"Xiaofei agreed..." Xing Jun's attention returned to me: "What about you?" If my husband said no, I naturally wouldn't agree either... but his answer was... yes... Although, if I firmly refused, neither he nor Xing Jun could do anything about it... However... I actually felt a little... inclined to grant Xing Jun's wish... The main reason was that I wanted to cure my husband's emotional distress... But it seemed there were other factors influencing me:

Because Xing Jun was handsome, polite, and respectful? Because of his... flirting techniques... were... skillful? Even including... my husband hadn't been able to satisfy me for the past six months?

My thoughts were in disarray... I'd forgotten how many times in the past ten minutes I'd lowered my head again...

Xing Jun understood my body language once more, and seemed quite excited. He pressed his genitals against the back of my skirt again... I hadn't touched him through my pants for a while, but unexpectedly, his... was still erect, and seemed even harder and bigger...

"Xi Yuan, I know it must be really hard for you to feel this way, Xiao Fei wants you to..." Xing Jun gently touched my face from behind, as if cradling a precious treasure, and softly comforted me in my ear, "Try to relax... I haven't made you uncomfortable yet, have I?"

He leaned closer and kissed my forehead, "Come on, close your eyes... I'll continue to make you feel good, okay?" Okay... In a corner of my heart, a voice, acting on its own, answered Xing Jun instead of my reason...

Since I stepped into this room, this was the first time I closed my eyes not to escape or endure... but because I wanted to relax, wanted Xing Jun to make me... feel good...

"Smack..." Xing Jun kissed the six-pointed star tattoo on my pink neck, his hands once again slipping inside the open zipper of my white dress, embracing my breasts, caressing and kneading them...

Whether it was the side of my chest, the front, the cleavage, or the peaks, not a single centimeter was overlooked, all receiving comprehensive care from his nimble fingers and thick palms...

When his index fingers and thumbs gently rotated the tips of my breasts, my nipples, which had already shrunk, were pinched until they swelled up even more...

It turned out... once the tense nerves were relaxed, the feeling of comfort became more intense and came faster... Xing Jun's ardent lips traced along my neck, shoulders, and back My waist slid down, and I felt his lips pressing lower and lower, as if he were kneeling behind me: "Xue...sob sob..." I stole a glance in the mirror and could vaguely see that he was indeed kneeling behind me, his hands having already withdrawn from my bra and moved down the waist of my skirt to the back of the hem: "Such a slender waist..."

Behind the white mini-skirt, his hands touched my buttocks: "So petite..." He suddenly squeezed my buttocks a little harder: "And firm..." I tensed up again. Silently, his hands had already slipped into my skirt from both sides, meeting at my waist and placing them on the waistband of my pantyhose.

I felt the waistband of my pantyhose being slowly pulled down... I looked down at the mirror wall and saw Xing Jun's hands slowly pulling down the gray pantyhose...

Suddenly, a chill came over me, and under the short skirt in the mirror, my two snow-white thighs were fully exposed, the gray pantyhose rolled up and pulled down to between my knees.

I realized that my underwear under my skirt was no longer covered by stockings. I quickly put my hands in front and behind me, pressing down on the front and back of my skirt to prevent Xing Jun from suddenly... launching a sneak attack... But he didn't seem to be interested in that... He just knelt behind me, his hands caressing my two snow-white thighs:

"Your whole body is so white..."

"Your skin is so smooth, like silk..." His fingers and palms moved up and down, left and right, forward and backward, as Xing Jun lovingly stroked all over my exposed legs.

Not only did he caress my chest, but he also knew exactly how to touch my legs, making me feel...so good... "Smack..." He suddenly moved his lips, kissing the back of my knees...that's one of my erogenous zones...

I suddenly felt my legs go weak, he clearly knew he had found my weakness, and he intensified his actions, sticking out his tongue and licking the back of my entire thigh: "Smack...snow..."

His wet, hot tongue, slippery and fast, slowly and deliberately, licked the back and outside of my thighs...

lips wiping, tongue licking, my legs felt so good...I had to endure it. I held back, trying not to utter a sound… He clearly said… he would only touch my legs… how did it suddenly become… with his mouth… with kisses… so cunning…

My legs were half-weak, and a new stimulation came over me. While licking the back of my thighs, his hands climbed up the inside of my thighs, slowly pushing upwards…

The skin on my inner thighs was carefully explored by his two hands… like insects crawling and ants biting, making me feel both numb and itchy…

Although I held the front and back of my skirt firmly, the hollow underside of the skirt was undefended. Xing Jun’s ten fingers had unknowingly wandered to the depths of my inner thighs, to the edge where my underwear met… Word count: 5500 　　**********

... 　　Starting with the next chapter, there will be more explicit scenes gradually, so please look forward to it. As always, please give it a thumbs up and leave comments...it's a huge motivation for writing! 　　************************************************************************************ 　　(VII) 　　My light gray stockings were rolled up and pulled down to my knees: "Xi Yuan, even your thighs are so white..." 　　Under my white chiffon skirt, my two bright thighs were thoroughly and evenly touched by Xing Jun; his warm lips and tongue kissed the back of my thighs, the rarely exposed skin: "Your skin is so smooth, like silk..." I lowered my long eyelashes, relaxed my tense nerves, and wholeheartedly felt his...flirting... "Xi Yuan, I know that Xiao Fei wants you to do this, and you must feel very uncomfortable... Try to relax a little... I haven't made you uncomfortable yet, right?" Xing Jun's words just now were like opening Pandora's box for me: "Come on, close your eyes... I'll continue to make you feel good, okay?" I should have endured this unbearable time of 'partner swapping,' but now, I seemed to have forgotten my original intention and tried...enjoyed... 　　It turns out that once you let down your guard, the feeling of pleasure will come like this. So fast… Just his caresses and kisses on my thighs already feel so good… 　　If Xing Jun were allowed to go further with my body… just how much…? He seemed to sense my thoughts, kissing and licking the back of my legs while his hands climbed up the inside of my thighs, exploring step by step, delicately… 　　His nails lightly scraped; his fingertips slid and brushed, the ticklish, teasing touches spreading upwards along the surface of my thighs… 　　I tried my best to hold the front and back of my skirt, but the open hem couldn’t hold on… Xing Jun’s ten fingers finally reached the base of my thighs, the boundary where my underwear met my clothes… Matching the conservative sports bra, the thong of the underwear wasn’t very high, but Xing Jun was walking on the edge of breaking the rules, his hands constantly teasing the soft skin between my thighs and the sides of the underwear: “Don’t wear this style next time, it’s a bit of a killjoy…” 　　"It's white, just like your bra, right? Maybe... you could wear black sometime?" He knelt behind me, his hands touching the sides of my underwear, as if he wanted to pull back the hem and invade, but he politely refrained from forcing me. "I want to see you in black..." 　　What should I do if his fingers really crossed the line? His hands were inside my underwear... my most... private place... so close... 　　I instinctively closed my legs, but Xing Jun withdrew his hands first. He really is a gentleman... he didn't disappoint me... 　　"I won't go back on my word..." He stood up again and whispered in my ear, "It's a promise, Xiao Fei told me to touch your breasts, and I want to touch your legs myself... I won't cross the line..." 　　Hearing his promise, I felt a huge weight lifted from my heart, but also a little... disappointed... Could it be that I actually had a tiny bit... hoping he... would cross the line? 　　Xing Jun didn't give me any time to think, gently lifting my face, his lips pressing passionately against mine again: "Mmm..." 　　"Mmm... mmm..." I complied with him again. I've lost count of how many times we've done this, but slowly our lips touched, brushed against each other, and kissed… I managed to hold back and not open my mouth… otherwise, would he have tried to… give me a wet kiss? 　　His left hand, with practiced ease, slipped inside the unbuttoned bra cups through the open zipper on the back of my skirt, kneading my breasts. His whole hand gently squeezed my nipples; his fingertips wandered over my cleavage; his palm rubbed my nipples…

His varied techniques made my two neglected nipples stand erect again, which he then pinched and teased with his fingers, focusing on them: "Your nipples have gotten bigger...like little cylinders, so three-dimensional..." His right hand was not idle either...hanging down on my right side, his five fingers danced, stroking my knees and thighs, from bottom to top; from outside to inside...circling the most delicate inner thighs, gently caressing the most sensitive depths of my groin...

the second time he reached the end of my thighs, he used only one index finger, moving back and forth along the edge of my underwear...his nail and fingertip drew straight lines again and again, indirectly stimulating the most important place for a woman inside the diagonal edge of my underwear...I felt...so conflicted...so afraid he would suddenly... Then he changed his mind and slipped his fingers... inside my underwear... On the other hand, he only teased me from the outside, yet it felt... insufficient... My legs went weak, my whole body went limp, and I could only lean back against him... His chest

, clad in a suit, was so broad... I felt safe leaning on him... Suddenly, I felt Xing Jun's right hand move back, lifting the back of my short skirt, and then his crotch pressed tightly against the back of my underwear... Even through our clothes, my buttocks could still clearly feel his member...

so hot, so big, so hard... If I weren't wearing underwear, his thing in his suit trousers would be pressing between my buttocks...

Just how long... is Xing Jun's...? How thick...? I found myself... lost in reverie...

my forehead, cheeks, lips, earlobes, and neck were being kissed passionately, my breasts, cleavage, areolas, and nipples were being caressed, my thighs were being teased and played with, and

my buttocks were being maliciously provoked and teased. My buttocks were being pressed and rubbed by his pent-up male organ. Except for my private parts, every part of my body that could evoke female pleasure was in Xing Jun's hands, being gently, thoroughly, and continuously attacked by him...

The heat from his breath, his palms, and his crotch infected me... I felt my whole body slowly... getting hot... My head was spinning... I was standing, but it felt like I was floating... It felt so good... Xing Jun's teasing from three directions... aroused my... desire... I suddenly realized... between my legs in my underwear... a warm... wet... wet... was starting to rise...? Because of my husband's arranged "partner swapping"... with a complete stranger... without any emotional connection... I was aroused by his foreplay... so excited... that... that place... became wet...?

"Xi Yuan..." As I was terrified by my own physical reaction, Xing Jun also seemed to be so excited that he couldn't control himself, his crotch pressing hard against my buttocks: "I really want to touch your... there..." Under my white skirt, his right hand was already on the waistband of my underwear, starting to move down inch by inch: "Let me touch... okay? Just outside the underwear... touch for a while..."

His hand pressed against the underwear, through the fabric, he felt my... pubic hair, rubbing it with a soft sound:

"I will make you... very comfortable..."

His fingers moved down along the underwear, getting closer and closer to the triangle area... Xing Jun seemed to be unable to restrain himself any longer. He suddenly became quite rough and used his teeth to bite my earlobe; his left thumb and forefinger also applied force at the same time, pinching my left nipple...

"Ah..." For the first time since he started teasing me, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan... My sensitive earlobes and nipples were suddenly being treated roughly, and although I felt a slight pain... amidst the pain... a strange... pleasure arose... No... I can't take it anymore... That warm current inside me... is about to surge to... the exit between my legs...

Xing Jun's right hand was about to touch the bottom of my white panties. "Stop, stop..." At the last moment, I opened my eyes and grabbed Xing Jun's right hand with both hands, preventing him from touching the bottom of my panties: "Stop, stop..."

In the mirror, Xing Jun immediately... Stop, his face full of apology: "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry..." Quite the opposite... He didn't hurt me too much, but rather aroused me too much... If I didn't stop his hand, and he touched my...private parts through my pants... he would know that my reaction to his flirting was so intense...

I absolutely cannot let Xing Jun and my husband know... I'm almost...soaked... I absolutely don't want them to know that I've felt lustful towards a man I've only known for less than half an hour... If they find out, I'll really...be ashamed...

I stared at the mirrored wall, at Xing Jun, and at the other side of the room. The unseen husband: "I said... when I say 'stop,' you... you all have to stop everything..." "I'm sorry, I went too far..." Upon hearing this, Xing Jun removed his hands from my body and sincerely apologized to me again... which made me feel much better... My husband remained silent for a long time before a "Hmm..." came from the speaker on the ceiling. This was tantamount to announcing that my husband agreed to end this "partner swapping," and Xing Jun could leave... But to my surprise, he carefully fastened my bra, zipped up the back of my skirt, and... He pulled my stockings up again... freeing me from my disheveled state... He was the one who took off my clothes; he was the one who restored my dignity... With conflicted feelings, I whispered to him, "Th-thank you..."

Xing Jun nodded and walked away from behind me: "I wish you and Xiao Fei... a happy life from now on." I watched him go, opened the door, and left... Thinking that this first "partner swap" should also be the last, I probably won't see him again... I felt a little... lost for no reason... The hidden door on the mirror wall opened, and my husband came in. He practically ran towards me, grabbing me in a tight embrace: "Wife...you did such a great job!"

My husband, his eyes burning with fervor, face flushed, panting heavily, said, "I've been...watching...so excited!"

Without another word, he pushed me down onto the luxurious bed in the room, his hands hastily pulling down

my skirt, stockings, and underwear: "I just wanted to see you like this...wanted to see you kissed and touched by other men..." "Look...how excited I am!" [Full text] Ignoring my reaction, he entered me immediately:

"Is it...hard?"

Oh...indeed...longer...thicker...harder than usual...all thanks to...my...sacrifice just now?

My husband started moving, his speed and strength were the best we'd had in the six months of our marriage... He was really excited... His sexual fantasies of over ten years had finally come true... His beloved wife had finally been violated by another man, as he had wished...

He thrust into me with fervor... But I didn't feel much pleasure... This was supposed to be the most manly he'd ever been since our marriage... However, my mind was filled with complicated thoughts, making it difficult for me to fully enjoy this... sexual encounter...

Recalling what had just happened, I felt so regretful, so ashamed... But my husband, caught up in the moment, seemed completely oblivious... He didn't even notice that my... private parts... were so... wet from the start... I was worried he'd find out that Xing Jun had made me... wet... Not just in terms of size and hardness after erection... My husband's stamina was also far superior to usual... He thrust in and out diligently... continuing to appear very happy... I could only sadly convince myself... that agreeing to this 'partner swapping' was, to put it mildly, the right thing to do?

"Wife..." My husband suddenly kissed my ear: "Just now... when Xing Jun kissed you, what did you feel?"

This is too much... how could he ask that?

"Don't, don't say..." I looked at him resentfully.

But he wouldn't let me go: "When he touched your breasts, did you feel disgusted, nauseous?" My husband's words seemed to awaken a vivid memory... the sensation of Xing Jun's hands on my breasts seemed to reappear...

My husband rubbed my breasts with both hands: "Or did you feel... stimulated, excited?" It felt so good... Xing Jun's caresses felt so good... especially... when he gently rubbed my nipples with two fingers...

To my surprise, I found that my husband's caresses and penetration were starting to arouse me... but what truly brought me pleasure was his almost perverse questioning... and the foreplay Xing Jun had given me that reminded me of...

"When you and him kissed... I watched... and it got so exciting..." My husband kissed me passionately, his tongue moving wildly as he sucked on my lips: "Suck, suck..."

My delicate tongue responded to my husband's... but then I remembered the light kisses I had with Xing Jun... and I couldn't help but fantasize... what if the person I was kissing now wasn't my husband, but Xing Jun? What would happen...? Was my brain... malfunctioning? Being intimate with my beloved husband... and I was fantasizing about another man?

"Xing Jun's skills...are better than mine, aren't they?" My husband spoke self-deprecatingly, which only made his lower body grow even thicker. "Does he give you pleasure? Would you...want to...have sex with him?" "No...no..." I closed my eyes shyly and turned my head away. "Don't...say it again..." Seeing my shyness, my husband became even more aggressive. "Xi Yuan...wife...I like...fantasizing about other people...doing it on you...Now...just pretend I'm Xing Jun!" "It's Xing Jun kissing you, touching you, penetrating you...and then...you feel so excited..." My husband's waist moved extremely fast...Imagining Xing Jun...penetrating me...makes him so...powerful?

"No...don't...say it again..." I turned my head away, not daring to look at him, but after closing my eyes, my dark vision seemed to be influenced by his words...What if my husband...is Xing Jun? It's Xing Jun kissing me, touching me...penetrating me...?

My mind wandered... I unconsciously began to fantasize... The man on top of me wasn't my husband... but someone even more handsome, gentler, and more capable... Xing Jun... My husband's mouth became Xing Jun's mouth... My husband's hands became Xing Jun's hands... My husband's... penis... became Xing Jun's... It was Xing Jun... kissing me wetly... sucking my breasts... penetrating me... there... I was lost in uncontrollable sexual fantasies, unable to extricate myself... I felt so good... my lower body became even wetter... my whole body was burning... "Ah... ah..." My husband's lower body moved faster and faster, penetrating deeper and deeper. Based on past experience, I knew he was about to climax... and I also felt myself, after half a year of marriage, finally approaching... orgasm for the first time: "Husband... husband..."

"Don't call me... husband... call me... Xing Jun... say... Xing Jun... ejaculate inside me..."

How could I say such shameful and lewd words...? But... actually... what harm is there in saying it...? It's not... really... going to make my husband... even happier... so I'll just go along with him... "Xing... Xing... Jun... shoot..." I uttered the forbidden words one by one, the sinful pleasure making me reach climax first: "...shoot... inside... me...!" "Good, that's great... shoot it all... inside you! You adulterous... Mrs. Wang!" Hearing my unconventional moans, my husband couldn't hold back either, thrusting hard, giving me... the seed of life... soaking in the first time in over six months that I, a married woman, had tasted the joy of sex... I vaguely felt that this time, my husband's... ejaculation... was... more than ever before... Maybe, I can get pregnant because of this?

The sexual fantasies planted since adolescence, the pent-up desire for "partner swapping" accumulated over a decade, finally came true today... After his release, my husband seemed liberated, falling asleep almost instantly... Conversely, after the pleasure, I found it hard to relax... The whole ordeal of the past few days... taught me...

especially just now... Although my husband was the one inducing me... how could I have indulged myself... fantasizing about being intimate with... Xing Jun...? And... I even... became excited... and had an orgasm... Could it be... that deep down... I, like my husband... harbor... an abnormal psychology of... "partner swapping"...?

No, how could I be such a promiscuous woman? I shook my head sharply, interrupting my rambling thoughts… ‘Partner swapping’… This is the first and the last time… That’s the only way I can excuse myself… I looked at my sleeping husband beside me, touching my belly, hoping… to conceive a son… and also hoping that now that my husband’s inner demons have been satisfied, his twisted thoughts of ‘partner swapping’ will be gone… From now on, our… sex life will be happy and fulfilling…

Looking back, I was… too naive… I, Xi Yuan… 　　am only just beginning

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