Real exchange experience shared 6 times

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Du Juan (1) ??When I actually started typing, I realized that writing is quite a difficult thing. Even though my wife and I have a rich experience of swapping, and there are many things to write about, it is really difficult for me, a former science student, to express the wonderful reality in words. In the first chapter, I roughly explained the reason for writing, and here I will say a few more words. ??Because most of the friends who have commented on the posts agree with my authenticity, and I am very grateful regardless of whether they accept my wife and I's attitude towards life. I hope that friends who like to read swapping stories will comment more (whether you give me a heart or not is irrelevant), express your opinions, and please give me more encouragement. My wife and I will read your words carefully and remember them, which is also the motivation for me to continue writing. ??Recording my wife and I's swapping journey may also be a channel for me to vent my desires. After reading many fake, bland, or exaggerated swapping stories, I also want to vindicate swapping. I want to use my own real experience to guide some friends who have the idea of swapping but cannot take the first step. After all, this circle is small, and there are probably zero experienced couples on 18 who are willing to share their experiences in writing. I hope I can serve as a stepping stone, encouraging more people to participate or share. I am not a professional writer, and my real-life profession has little to do with writing. My writing is very casual, mostly straightforward descriptions, as those who have read my previous posts should have noticed. Because this is a memoir of my wife and me, I've tried to be as close to reality as possible. The writing is also as simple as possible, but detailed. I won't use exaggerated psychological descriptions or rhetorical devices found in other novels, because what my wife and others were thinking, at least at the moment of the exchange, is not important, and I have no way of knowing. I can only infer people's motives from the results of their actions, not make assumptions to deduce others' behavior. So, readers who like my style, I hope you will continue to enjoy it; those who dislike it, please leave quietly. I will not describe the background of my wife, myself, or any related individuals in detail later, for safety reasons. Some couples who have participated in swapping have given me some suggestions after reading my posts, and I respect their privacy. Enough rambling, let's get to the point. I chatted with the Du Juan couple for a few weeks, during which we had a few video sex performances. To call it a performance was a bit of an exaggeration; it was just a natural reenactment, so I won't go into details. Until one weekend, when both my wife and the Du Juan couple showed no signs of discomfort (you know what I mean), I arranged to meet the Du Juan couple for the first time at a hotel in their city for our game. Because it was my wife's and my first time, we were both incredibly nervous. But in front of my wife, I still had to appear composed, because in this game, I was in control; if I couldn't guide her, the game couldn't continue. That morning, my wife changed into a dress with thin straps, quite sexy. I wore shorts and casual clothes, unavoidable in the sweltering summer heat. We didn't own a car, partly because I don't like driving, and partly because I don't like driving. So my wife and I took a highway bus straight to our destination. On the bus, my wife sat by the window, very quiet, with a hint of nervousness on her face. To ease her tension, I put my hand on her shoulder and gently massaged it. My other hand moved closer to her lower abdomen, feeling the curve of her skin. My wife's tension gradually eased with the physical contact, and her body relaxed. Perhaps because her skirt was particularly thin, my hand on her abdomen seemed to feel her body temperature. I couldn't help but slowly move downwards, my hand tracing her abdomen to her private parts. Even through her skirt and panties, my fingers could still feel the shape of her labia. My wife hurriedly tried to pull my hand away, playfully scolding, "There are people here, what are you doing?" I knew there were passengers nearby, but they were all dozing off, so I continued to play with her private parts without restraint. My wife couldn't resist me and let me continue, but I still took a thin jacket from my bag to cover my hand and my wife, just in case. I especially liked it when my wife wore panties, and then I reached inside to caress her labia. The elasticity of her underwear prevented my hands from being too unrestrained, but the interplay of forces brought my fingers even closer to my wife's labia. At this moment, my middle finger teased the slit of her vulva, while my index finger gently rubbed her clitoris. Soon, her vagina secreted fluid, lubricating my middle finger. Each time, I would bring my middle and index fingers together, slowly inserting them into her vagina, collecting more of her vaginal fluid, then sliding them out to smear her labia with the fluid. My wife loved it when I touched her labia; she was particularly excited when I licked them up and down or side to side with my fingers or tongue. She also liked to use her fingers to collect her vaginal fluid when masturbating, then massage her labia and clitoris. This time, on the highway bus, my fingers replaced her own penis, immersing themselves in her vulva. My wife closed her eyes, secretly enjoying the pleasure my fingers brought her, occasionally squeezing her legs together to prevent the excessive stimulation from making her cry out. And so, with my fingers constantly fiddling with the car, my wife and I arrived in the city where the Du Juan couple lived. When we got out of the car, my wife's underwear was soaked. She insisted I get her a new pair, but I told her not to bother, she wouldn't need them soon. We took a taxi to the hotel we had arranged to meet the Du Juan couple. As soon as we entered the lobby, they were already waving to us from afar. Although it was our first meeting, we quickly became friends because we had chatted so well beforehand. The two women also got along well, exchanging pleasantries in a harmonious atmosphere. Although my husband and I were engrossed in our conversation, my eyes kept drifting towards my wife. Her light blue dress, full breasts, and friendly smile all piqued my curiosity. My husband, however, didn't seem to be giving my wife much of a second glance. Later I learned that he had already thoroughly examined her from head to toe when we first entered the lobby, and he only held back afterward because of his male pride. I won't go into too much detail about our conversation and meal here, as I don't remember the details clearly and it's not the focus of this article. However, I want to emphasize that communication beforehand is crucial. Unless you and your wife are absolutely certain about each other, don't rush into a meeting; otherwise, it will only lead to an awkward and messy situation. Once you meet, you must completely trust each other and show your sincerity. This will allow both parties to proceed with the exchange more easily and enjoyably. After dinner, the two couples entered the room that Mr. and Mrs. Dujuan had booked. The reason for going separately was for security reasons. Of course, back then there was no Nanjing professor case, and the exchange environment was much better than it is now. After entering the room, Mr. Dujuan told the women to wash up first, while Mr. Dujuan and I sat down to discuss the specifics of the exchange. Mr. and Mrs. Dujuan knew our principles.

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