Real Experiences of Couples Swapping

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My wife and I were each other
's first love and college classmates. We had a great relationship and a good sex life. Like other families,
we often watched porn together and imitated each other. I also frequently browsed pornographic websites to increase our sexual interest. After more than ten years of marriage, family life has become rather mundane.
The love we once shared has evolved into a strong sense of kinship, and life always feels like something is missing. About six months ago, I came across some articles about sex swapping and found them very novel. I
showed them to my wife, and we tried to understand the psychology of sex swappers, but we just couldn't comprehend
it. As we read more of these articles, we gradually understood what it was all about, and I started to feel restless. Because we had discussed this issue many times, I didn't encounter much resistance when I tried to persuade my wife; she just said she couldn't do it. My wife is a rather traditional
woman , and I thought that I first needed to improve her understanding before she could accept this special form of sex. So I changed my strategy and guided her from a conceptual standpoint. I found
various articles on the subject and discussed them with her, exchanging views. We looked at related pictures and reports online to help her accept new perspectives on male-female sexuality. I also got her involved in online chats
(my wife had chatted before, but never about sex), discussing sex with strangers. We met a few people and got along quite well. Gradually,
my wife also started discussing related topics with her online friends. During this time, our sex life became incredibly vibrant. We often chatted and caressed each other,
and even made love while typing (not online). Sometimes, the other person on the other end would have to wait a while to see a sentence we typed. My wife would tell them, "We're
making love !" Every time this happened, my wife would find it incredibly exciting and shout with elation. My wife's views had indeed changed, from initial disdain and incomprehension
to her current acceptance—a very complex psychological process. I'm always very persistent, a fact my wife knows well. Combined with her recent efforts,
and perhaps a mixture of aversion and longing towards swapping, my wife agreed to try it, provided it didn't affect our family or our relationship.
Needless to say, how could I bear to part with such a wonderful wife! For the next while, I searched every website and forum, but we lived in a small city, and finding
like-minded friends was no easy task. Also, because this was a non-mainstream ideology not widely accepted, I was very cautious. Just
when I was almost in despair, I saw someone named "Couples Dating" in NetEase's local chat room. I was thrilled and immediately started chatting with them.

The other person was a woman who worked at a bank; her husband was a civil servant. They had experience with swapping partners, which I thought was even better—at least it would give us some experience,
and 'd be more comfortable doing it. I exchanged QQ numbers, and after a few interactions, things seemed alright, so we decided to meet. We arranged to have dinner together. The meeting felt a bit
awkward. The wife was alright, though not my type; her looks and figure were acceptable. The husband, however, was a different story. Although he was a civil servant, he looked
like a heavy drinker, which I didn't like, and my wife certainly wouldn't agree. The dinner passed uneventfully; my wife didn't say a word
. When I asked her about it later, she felt the same way, and I didn't say anything either. That evening, we met in a chat room, and the man suggested we try it out. I thought it was worth a try, even though it would be unfair to
my wife. But I had a strong urge to try it, and finding such a couple wasn't easy, so I was about to agree. But then I thought, my wife would definitely be unwilling,
and she wouldn't enjoy it. It would be too unfair to her. What was the point of this swap? Was it just to satisfy me? With a heavy heart, I refused.
Life returned to normal. Occasionally, I would read articles about sex swapping and gain a new understanding of its purpose. It wasn't just about seeking excitement; it could also enhance marital intimacy.
I considered myself not very sexually capable. Seeing articles describing others lasting one to two hours made me quite envious. My longest session was only an hour and a half (
usually around half an hour), and my wife didn't always have orgasms. I also doubted my abilities. Was my wife experiencing the most wonderful sex? One day, in a Sina
chat room, I met someone who would eventually become our swap partner. I always called him "Brother." From the moment we met, we both strongly felt each other
's sincerity. Our thoughts were quite similar, our conditions were comparable, we were of good character, and our cities were close, so there wouldn't be any problems. We immediately exchanged phone numbers.
After several meetings, we both felt good about each other, but we didn't specifically talk about swapping; we just treated each other like good friends. Actually, my wife was still afraid of sex swapping.
She wasn't truly accepting it. The thought of facing a strange man and having to undress for that kind of thing made her feel fear, embarrassment, and shyness. She
only agreed for my sake. I think it wouldn't be easy for a woman with traditional values to take this step, and it would also take a lot of
courage for a man to send his wife into another man's arms. To be honest, both my wife and I were very nervous when we thought about swapping partners, since we'd never done anything like this before. We had discussed it many times before: how should we do it? Should
the four of us be together or separate? At home or in a hotel room? Should we do oral sex? Should we use condoms, and so on.

The envisioned outcome was: to let things happen naturally, to relax as much as possible, and to fully enjoy ourselves, provided it's safe. I think I could accept my wife having sex with another man
. My wife and I hadn't gone out together for a long time. She took a national exam last year and has been busy studying ever since; she also has a professional title exam in three months.
In this short break, why not visit my older brother for a day to relax? After telling him this idea, he sincerely
welcomed us , and we eagerly awaited the day. After settling the children, we embarked on our journey to another city. We were in exceptionally good spirits
because our purpose was to relax together and visit friends; we hadn't expected it to be an exchange, so we felt very relaxed—we hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time. My wife wore
ordinary jeans that accentuated her vitality, and a light green turtleneck sweater made her complexion look rosy. The weather was beautiful; in the sunlight, my wife radiated
beauty. On the highway at 120 km/h, I suddenly pulled her close and kissed her. "Drive carefully!" My wife was startled, but after realizing there was no danger, she playfully
slapped me, a long-lost feeling washing over me. In a cheerful atmosphere, we arrived at our destination, where my brother-in-law was waiting for us at the highway exit. As we shook hands,
I saw a hint of surprise in his gaze towards his wife. He explained that his wife couldn't come to pick us up due to other commitments. After exchanging pleasantries, we entered the city and arrived at a
hotel looked to be around three or perhaps four stars, showing respect for us. After ordering, my wife arrived. Looking closely at the two of them, my brother-in-law was of average build and
had a refined air; my wife was tall and had the air of a professional woman. My wife could drink some beer, so she drank beer with my brother-in-law, while I, being allergic to alcohol, could only drink Coca-Cola with
my wife . We chatted about everything under the sun, the atmosphere very harmonious. After dinner, they agreed to take us to see the street scenes. They went downstairs, and I stayed behind to wait for
my wife who went to the restroom. She had drunk quite a bit and was a little tipsy. He led his slightly tipsy wife downstairs. My brother-in-law arranged to temporarily switch passenger seats so he could show her the sights. We chatted about the city
along the way , then talked about our experiences, and she shared some funny stories from her workplace. After she received a phone call, the car pulled into a residential
area; we had arrived at their home. We were invited in, and I was deeply grateful for their trust. It was clear my brother-in-law loved his home; he had put thought and care
into every detail the renovations. After some small talk, my brother-in-law started arranging for the children's whereabouts. I was surprised. Was this going to…? What followed confirmed my
suspicions. My brother-in-law asked my wife what she thought of him. My wife's hesitant manner showed she was very embarrassed; her face was flushed red, and her head was almost touching her chest.
She didn't say a word . Looking at my sister-in-law, she also displayed the generosity of a hostess. I thought: they are better than us, more open-minded. At this point, I couldn't remain silent. Things had
come to this; I had to move forward. After stating our position, the matter was basically settled. At that moment, I was so nervous my mouth was dry, my face was flushed, and my heart was
pounding, but I had to hold on, otherwise what would happen to my wife? I drank water gulping down water to hide my nervousness. Before I knew it, my sister-in-law had finished showering and
changed into her pajamas. She asked if we wanted to shower too; thankfully, we had showered before coming, not for any other reason than out of respect for my brother and his wife. I
pulled my shy wife to my side, comforting her and encouraging her to relax. At that moment, I really wanted to kiss my wife and caress her (in front of my brother, like in many articles),
but I was too embarrassed and refrained from doing so.

After my persuasion, my wife finally nodded slightly, which was considered an agreement. My sister-in-law and I were arranged to stay in the bedroom, while they stayed in the living room or the children's room. I had
seen the other room when we came in; it had bunk beds, but the lower bunk wasn't high enough for strenuous activity—another example of my brother-in-law's thoughtfulness.
I didn't forget to grab a water glass when I entered the bedroom; I was so nervous, my mouth was dry. Sitting on the bed, I didn't know what to do. My sister-in-law spoke first, telling me to
take off my clothes. After taking off my outer pants, I wasn't so nervous anymore. Anyway, it's already like this, today is the day! (A feeling of being ready to die) I wondered how my wife was doing? I couldn't
care less! When she was also completely naked, I couldn't resist taking the initiative. I hadn't dared to move at all while my sister-in-law was undressing. I pulled her
close, kissed her, and touched her breasts. Strangely, I didn't feel any excitement or stimulation. I felt very calm. "What kind of position do you like, sister-in-law?" "I like licking
down there." So I started my assault down there. I licked very seriously and for a long time. My sister-in-law was aroused, and then we made love. When I felt I couldn't hold on any longer,
I suddenly remembered my sister-in-law's warning to us men: "You must hold on." So I had to stop, relax, and then started licking again. She kept moaning…
I don't want to describe the sex process too much here; it wasn't my intention. To be honest, I don't remember the details clearly, since so much time has passed. I
felt a strong urge to urinate and thought that letting out would help me last a little longer, so I asked to go to the toilet. Thinking back, I realized I was still curious about my wife's condition;
it was my ingrained male instincts acting up. The door to that room wasn't closed properly, and there wasn't much noise (the room and bathroom are next to each other), but when I came out of the bathroom, I heard
my wife screaming loudly and urgently. That sound was so familiar; it was the sound of reaching a very high level. A pang of sadness hit me. My sister-in-law came out too
and heard the screaming. I didn't dare linger and hurried back to the bedroom. After my sister-in-law came back, we continued, but I kept hearing my wife's screaming. When I tried to
penetrate her , I couldn't get an erection. Even oral sex didn't help. What was wrong? No matter how hard I tried, it didn't work. The more I tried, the less it worked, and the
more I tried, the less it worked. All sorts of feelings surged through me. Was I going to be impotent forever? That would be so pointless. A cold sweat broke out at the thought.
What ? A knock came at the door. My older brother asked from outside, "May I come in?" He probably thought it wasn't exciting enough and wanted a four-way battle! But I
couldn't do it! Then I thought: Maybe this way I could? After my brother came in, my wife didn't appear for a long time. Apparently, she was ashamed to see me like this. In the end, my brother
pulled her in from behind the door. I hugged my wife and kissed her. She caressed me, but it still didn't work. I then kissed my sister-in-law's genitals, but the result was the same. Even oral sex
didn't work. I looked up and saw my wife moaning and panting beneath my brother. I stared blankly, feeling a pang of jealousy… Later, my wife said my face looked terrible at that moment.
My sister-in-law pointed to my brother's shoulder and asked, "How did you get this?" Following her finger, I saw a red mark on his shoulder. He brushed it off, saying, "
I scratched myself ." But
I knew in my heart it was a hickey my wife left during her orgasm. She always did that, but usually I only had one or two marks, while my brother had a whole patch. The game had to end. My brother and his wife invited us to stay for dinner, but I was in no mood. My heart was a jumble of emotions. On
the way out of the city, looking at my brother's car ahead, I suddenly felt a strong urge. My wife saw my intention and tried to stop me, but I couldn't control the urge. I
slammed on the gas and overtook him, as if I wanted to gather all my frustration in my feet and release it by pressing down. Looking back on that moment, I realized it
was a huge mistake. My brother hadn't done anything wrong and had always taken good care of me. I hadn't prepared myself mentally, and doing that was disrespectful. I
was filled with remorse. I realized I had lost a hard-won friend. Our first, and so far only, swapping ended like this.
For a while afterward, I was in a bad mood and thought a lot. How could it have ended like this? Whose fault was it? How could my wife
feel so good with a man she had just met? Wasn't she supposed to be shy? My wife said she was very nervous, her hands and feet were ice cold. Fortunately, my husband was very considerate and gentle, which gradually relaxed her.
Combined with the effects of alcohol and the intense sexual stimulation, she felt great. So when he entered her, she felt extremely excited, and her moans were probably
loud and rapid. She also unconsciously kissed his shoulder until it was red. She was in a dazed state the whole time. He was also very nervous, so his thrusting didn't last long.
He ejaculated while giving her oral sex, but he didn't ejaculate in her mouth.

So what about me? I think firstly, I wasn't mentally prepared enough. On the surface, I approved of my wife having sex with someone else, but deep down I was still bothered and felt a pang of sadness
. Secondly, I was under a lot of psychological pressure, worried that I wouldn't be able to last long enough and that I wouldn't be able to satisfy her. Thirdly, the purpose of our trip was to
visit friends (although they were swap partners), we didn't expect it to actually be a swap, so we panicked at the last minute. Finally, erectile dysfunction was a major reason for the failure. It
made me desperate, disappointed, and resentful, leading to irrational behavior. If I could have been more resilient, things wouldn't have turned out this way. Later, I learned that
my brother had put a lot of effort into making this happen; he wanted everyone to be happy and hoped this relationship could continue—which was also our wish!
We had planned the future too perfectly, making it impossible to accept this failure. Not long ago, I stumbled upon this website by chance, and I found it very helpful. I told
my wife , and we read every article together, discussed the mindset of swappers, and learned a lot from the experiences of so many other people. I'm now completely free from
traditional notions and can accept my wife enjoying sex with another man. I understand that the prerequisite for sex swapping is a deep and unwavering love and mutual trust between husband and wife; I also understand that
the meaning of sex swapping lies in fully enjoying wonderful and exciting sex and injecting vitality into a mundane married life. During this time, our sexual interest has increased significantly, our feelings for each other have deepened
, we make love every day, and we've reached an unprecedented level of trust. In any case, we've experienced the ups and downs of sex swapping, and we've also
overcome the danger period afterward, which is a valuable experience for us.

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