Wife Swapping Story (Part 1)

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I am a 30-year-old professional woman with a husband. I love him, and he loves me very much. We are both highly educated and have always been open about sex. During holidays, we have many great places to go, such as the beach or nightclubs, but I have never thought about partner swapping!

Two years ago, to be honest, I never even considered wife-swapping. I had heard others talk about it, but they always spoke of it in a joking tone. To me, it was simply impossible, and I knew it would never happen to me. I always considered sex a private matter between husband and wife, and back then, I wouldn't have dared to utter the words "wife-swapping."

Let me tell you, I don't actually feel ashamed of sex or anything related to sex, and I'm not conservative. When my husband and I are together, we can try different positions, and after each time, we discuss the process. We're not embarrassed at all; on the contrary, discussing it makes each time even more exciting and stimulating. I don't know if other couples do this, but I know that what we do is perfectly normal, and for me, it's commonplace.

I was also afraid my husband would have an affair. Although he wasn't a door-to-door salesman, he did travel for work once or twice a year. I thought he must have had various romantic encounters or opportunities to visit brothels. In the first year of our marriage, he admitted to fooling around with other women while traveling, but I didn't mind too much, just telling him to be more hygienic. I thought most men would do the same if their wives weren't around.

So, not long after, he started telling me all about his affairs, even recounting the exciting details. When I heard him describe those erotic scenes, sometimes his adventures in brothels, I got excited myself. I wanted him to tell me every detail; I wanted to know what the women were like, what they did, and how my husband reacted to them.

Although my husband had many extramarital affairs, I never did. I didn't know if he minded, but in fact, it never happened. When he left me, it wasn't that I didn't want to; honestly, my body desperately needed it. Despite this, I forced myself not to seduce another man.

One day, my husband came home and suddenly suggested a wife-swapping game. I couldn't believe my ears. Caught off guard, I vehemently opposed it and felt utterly humiliated. Here

's what happened: He came home from another place that day and told me he'd attended a party with five couples, three of whom brought their wives. My husband and two other single young men had already agreed on who would sleep with whom, and they'd spent two days and two nights in a wild party. He described every detail to me, as if he still longed for those two days and nights of revelry. He even described every action in detail. I felt both fascinated and terrified.

Then, he said he wanted to swap wives with someone! In fact, he had already arranged a wild wife-swapping party with several other couples. Hearing this, I was even more frightened. I burst into tears. I rejected all his suggestions; I felt betrayed, oppressed, and being made into a promiscuous person. I thought to myself, how could I be naked in front of a complete stranger, how could I let him caress me, or even have sex with me? That was simply impossible, something I could never accept!

Our discussion resulted in a huge argument. But my husband wouldn't give in; he kept trying to persuade me, using every trick in the book, from threats to bribes. In the end, I had no choice but to give in, reluctantly and fearfully agreeing to go to the party. (Read more adult novels on Adult Novel Network:)

At my first party, I was filled with fear and dread. I didn't even know how to dress myself. That evening, I had no idea what I wore or how I got dressed before getting into the car. In fact, I didn't even know where the party was. When I arrived, I saw a couple inside, who seemed to be the hosts.

Inside, they introduced me to the other guests; my husband already knew everyone there. I noticed they weren't nervous at all; on the contrary, they were quite relaxed. They spoke naturally, as if attending a casual gathering of friends.

I felt abandoned; even my husband didn't care about me or pay any attention to me. After a while, they seemed to be expecting new topics, new things to talk about, while my mind went blank. Later, all I could think about was what would happen to me in a little while. Then, I suddenly thought I should leave quickly; if I didn't stop at the last minute, I didn't know what would become of me.

But soon after, I realized that wasn't the case. Half an hour later, when there was nothing left to talk about, and after having a drink, the host couple suggested getting down to business.

I wanted to take this opportunity to leave, but I couldn't. I knew that if I left, my marriage with my husband might end. I loved my husband too much; I couldn't do that!

I thought to myself: This must be an old-fashioned wife-swapping party; everyone must find a partner and then go to find a place for a tryst. I would be alone with a strange man; I would definitely go crazy. However, the way these people exchanged wives was truly unique; they actually started in the guest room. This was a scene I had never witnessed before!

Everyone began to undress, and it wasn't as terrifying as I had imagined. Since everyone was undressing, I felt it would be impolite not to, so I simply followed suit, removing my clothes until I was completely naked.

The room was dimly lit and warm as spring, but I trembled uncontrollably. And then, everything began in my terrified state!

Everyone took their positions in the living room and began to have sex! In my entire life, I had never imagined such a scene, and I began to watch them with curiosity. I saw two people not far from me, embracing and caressing each other, and their actions made my heart pound. My face and body began to burn like fire! I almost forgot that I was watching others, but rather that I was doing what they were doing.

Vaguely, I sensed a man approaching me. He said something to me, but I can't recall what he said. Then his hands reached out, as if he had a hundred arms, caressing every part of my body. I didn't really feel anything; I watched the couples having sex in front of me, their passionate movements making me restless. His hands only fueled my desire!

Yes, I must have been aroused, because I found myself unknowingly sitting in the arms of a strange man. He continued to caress my breasts and thighs. Suddenly, I felt a different kind of sexual excitement than before. I stopped watching others and focused on my own actions. I ignored my partner's appearance and his name; all I knew was that he was a man, a man with very developed sexual organs. I let him enter me, feeling his thick, hot penis penetrate deep into my vagina.

Then I happened to see my husband. He was naked and tightly embracing another woman, a beautiful woman I didn't recognize. She was straddling my husband's lap, her legs spread wide, twisting and writhing. I guessed that my husband's penis was definitely inside her. Both of them looked extremely satisfied, as if they were in ecstasy!

I felt like I was in heaven too. I began to drift into a daze. I hugged the man tightly, and like the woman in my husband's arms, I desperately rubbed and stroked his penis with my vagina.

After a while, the man picked me up and put me on the sofa. He grabbed my ankles, lifted my legs high, and then thrust his thick, hard penis into my vagina, pumping wildly. His movements took me to a place I had never been before. I didn't know if he was enjoying me or I was enjoying him; I seemed to be on a series of waves of pleasure.

When it was all over, I lay limply on the floor, eyes closed, replaying the pleasure of having sex with the men. I couldn't believe that what I had been so terrified of was now lingering in my memory. I was no longer afraid; I only felt an incomparable pleasure, a pleasure my husband had never given me.

That night didn't end there; the rest of the time was spent in a grand exchange. I had sex with several other men in the living room several times. I was no longer passive or unwilling. I didn't know how many women my husband was with; I no longer paid attention to him. I focused solely on my own enjoyment. I remember that night, besides the two-person games, there were other, more complex ones. I also vaguely remember even having sex with three men. Normally, I would have thought they were gang-raping me, but at that moment I was completely absorbed. I let each man take turns inserting his penis into my vagina and thrusting until he ejaculated.

Some people say that after attending such a party, you'll feel unsatisfied when you get home and want to do it again with your spouse. But I didn't. I felt completely exhausted. I just lay in bed and fell asleep in less than five minutes. I slept for thirteen hours, as if I had a wet dream. When I woke up, I felt great, more energetic than ever before. I felt full of life, as if I had been reborn, a completely different person.

When I told my husband about that night, I said I had never felt so happy. He laughed and told me he had already told me. But I still wasn't entirely convinced. I thought I must have been drunk that night, but at the very least, I would love to attend the next wife-swapping party. I had to be fully aware of how I felt. If it was still like that night, then I would admit that it was truly enjoyable. If I found it wasn't like that night, I would never attend these lovely yet terrifying parties again.

For a week or two after that night, I kept thinking about it. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted that party to happen. I prepared everything for the next party, determined to see everything clearly. I won't blindly accept things; I'll actively engage in various actions.

I no longer have that fear, apprehension, and rebellious feeling I used to have. On the contrary, I can truly experience it for myself. I can get to know my partner, and I can watch other women have sex with men without any embarrassment, learning from them.

Another party I attended was even more lively. I originally intended to experience it with a clear mind, but that clarity only lasted for a short time at the beginning. In the end, I still spent that night in a daze of revelry. Because that kind of occasion is simply intoxicating.

When the party started, they first played the video recording of the previous party. On the big screen, I saw another man besides my husband who was having sex with me for the first time—my first partner at the last party, whom I now know is Mr. Chen. I also saw the live footage of me and three other men taking turns having sex. At

the party, I unexpectedly ran into Meimei and Atai, who worked at the same company. They were a young newlywed couple. I never dreamed they would be at such an event. As a result, my first partner was Atai. When all the men and women in the living room were naked, I paid the most attention to Atai. Atai was also looking at me. At this moment, Mr. Chen also walked towards me again. But when he saw Atai and I making eye contact, he wisely shifted his attention to other women. So, Atai and I quickly embraced.

Atai was very strong. I pressed my breasts against his broad chest and felt his whole body trembling. I invited him to sit on the sofa, and then sat in his lap. Without saying much, our lower bodies were already joined together. In my opinion, his penis was not as thick and long as Mr. Chen's, and even less than my husband's, but I didn't care about that. Besides, I felt that he had his own characteristics, namely, it was very hard. He almost effortlessly thrust into my moist flesh like an iron rod. Then he stood up and, in a fancy "dragon boat hanging drum" position, carried me around the living room to watch the other men and women having sex.

The first one I saw was Meimei. She and her husband were lying on the sofa playing the "69" position. This beautiful woman, usually a refined office lady, was now behaving like a wanton little slut. Her sweet cherry-like lips were sucking and swallowing my husband's glans. Thinking about myself, wasn't I also a wanton woman at that moment?

Atai must have been aroused; he ordered me to lower my legs so he could thrust into me while I stood. He thrust rapidly and forcefully. Soon I was experiencing ecstasy. Just as he was about to ejaculate, he stopped, then used his strong arms to lift my body upside down and kiss my vulva. Of course, I also put his glans in my mouth. He licked and kissed my vulva with incredible pleasure, ejaculating into my mouth. I was already intoxicated and felt a little thirsty, so I swallowed his semen.

Atai put me on the sofa, giving me a grateful look. He wanted to continue giving me oral sex, but I told him to sit down and rest. At this point, two naked young men approached me as "backup" partners. They were single men who, during the couples' swapping, would take over if one of the men ejaculated early, preventing the women from grieving. My husband had played this role before these two gatherings.

The two young men politely approached me, and although I was still youthful, my skin had aged. I grasped their erect penises and kept them both. I had seen videos of them playing "sandwich" with other women. So I asked them to play with me. One of them lay on the carpet in front of the sofa, and the woman knelt on top of him, letting her vagina envelop his penis. The other young man then pressed down on the woman from behind, inserting his penis into her anus. I wanted to try it too, but didn't want to be suffocated, so I suggested playing standing up, with them attacking from both ends. Both young men were quite experienced. They worked together seamlessly, sometimes one in and one out, sometimes simultaneously, making me moan loudly. But by then, the hall was filled with lewd sounds, and my moans were merely a chorus of accompaniment. The

joyful atmosphere was intoxicating, but afterwards my buttocks ached for days. Because neither my husband nor I had ever been penetrated there before.

After attending that party, I became even more convinced that sex was the most wonderful thing in the world, and now I was experiencing an even more magical part, making me feel more perfect and more excited. I have to admit, I truly enjoyed myself at the party, and I told myself, "You didn't do anything wrong!"

But I still felt guilty because I hadn't let my husband penetrate my anus first. When I apologized to my husband, he said, "I know you'll still feel a little ashamed, but I'm glad you found it enjoyable. Don't worry, let's continue!"

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