Real stories of couple swapping

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For over thirty years, I was an exceptionally chaste woman, but that one time, once the breach was opened, it was unstoppable.

I'm 35 this year, and my husband is four years older than me. We've been married for eight years; he was my first love. If it weren't for his one wrong decision, my life might still be just as uneventful as it is now, changed entirely by that exchange.
I'm not an exceptionally conservative woman, but as a civil servant, I usually only wear business attire; after all, I shouldn't be too conspicuous in that situation. You might not know this, but despite the seemingly formal nature of government offices, people are actually quite open-minded. Telling dirty jokes in the office is common, though I rarely participate.
My husband's personality is the opposite of mine; he's more open and easily accepts new things. Perhaps because of his personality, he started this whole thing. As our child grows older, our sex life has become increasingly bland, happening only once a month, and even then, it's not very good. This is a common problem for many couples, but there's no magic cure. Many choose to accept it passively, letting this ordinariness accompany them for life. But some are unwilling to accept this ordinariness.
For me, whose life is predictable and routine, this kind of life seems normal. But my husband doesn't see it that way. He always thinks it's the seven-year itch—that we've become aesthetically fatigued and need some new stimulation to rekindle our youth.
Sometimes I joke with him, "If you rekindle your youth, aren't you afraid your wife will run away?" His answer is always so confident: "Life is only once, I don't want you to become a haggard old woman." He always makes me very happy when he says that, but I never imagined it would take such a form. Our
first sexual encounter was in 2003. He started going online, initially just browsing news and forums, sometimes watching short videos. One time, a European and American film about couples having sex really shocked us. The stimulating scenes in the film made our otherwise mundane sex life intense, and a long-lost feeling surged back.
After that, he started occasionally mentioning the idea of swapping partners to me. I just thought he was joking and didn't pay much attention. Who knew he secretly went to some swapping forums and actually came across some people and things related to this. One time, I caught him browsing the web. Seeing that I understood, he calmly let me look through the posts.
The stories and photos in the posts shocked me greatly; I never imagined that such things actually happened in real life. My husband then probed my tone, asking if I wanted to try this kind of sex. At the time, I didn't say anything, but I felt my face burning. Thinking back now, I feel... [The text abruptly ends here, likely due to an incomplete translation or source material.] I remember it was after the Spring Festival in 2005. One day, he suddenly pulled me to the computer and showed me an email. It was from a man in Tianjin, agreeing to contact us. I was furious; I couldn't believe he was actually doing this.
My husband immediately reassured me, saying it was just a casual contact to understand the other person's psychology, and he guaranteed that if I didn't like it, he would immediately refuse to continue the relationship.
Actually, I didn't realize there was a trap here. What did he mean by "refusing to continue the relationship if I didn't like it"?
The very idea that this was a business was flawed from the start. Although I vaguely understood the situation, I was still unsure. He was clearly trying to manipulate me, and I knew he was just trying to get to know me. He was a man from Tianjin who was trying to get to know me, and he was a man ... The other party was the owner of a private company in Tianjin, named Long Sheng (pseudonym), who was older than my husband. We quickly established contact via video. In the video, I saw that he was a tall and imposing man, not handsome but with a certain air of authority, at least not repulsive.
Initially, two men appeared in the video, actually for their wives to see. The other party quickly responded that his wife had approved of my husband. My husband gestured to me with his lip, indicating that he was waiting for my response. I was a little embarrassed, but still nodded.
That night, my husband muttered to me, "You're going to talk to a stranger..." "Are you happy after doing **?" While we were having sex, we had a very good sexual experience.
Soon, we arranged our first meeting. Because each other's children were studying at universities in other cities, we decided to meet in Tianjin. One weekend, we arranged for the children to stay at their maternal grandparents' house and then took a long-distance bus.
We got off directly at the Tianjin Development Zone, where Longsheng was already waiting to pick us up in his Passat. Longsheng was a tall man, about 1.5 meters tall, with an exceptionally imposing build. My husband, at 1.73 meters, looked much less imposing next to him. Longsheng looked like a mafia boss. My husband and I exchanged glances and couldn't help but laugh.
Actually, Longsheng was a very easy-going person. After introducing himself, we quickly became quite friendly. However, as it was my first time participating in such a trip, I was still a little nervous. I felt that my smile... A little stiff.
Long Sheng looked in the rearview mirror and saw something, then smiled and said, "Mrs. Xu, is this your first time participating in such a lively event? It's normal to feel nervous. But don't worry, you can always choose to leave. If it's really unavoidable, the four of us can sit and chat." My face flushed red, and I lowered my head in embarrassment.
I wanted to say something, but I didn't have a chance; he had already hung up the phone. At that moment, I felt like I was in a boundless sea. What should I do? I had no idea.
Soon we arrived at their house, a two-story duplex penthouse with a large bay window overlooking the entire Tianjin Development Zone—the scenery was exceptionally beautiful. Long's wife had already prepared the meal and called us to eat quickly.
Let's call Long's wife Sister-in-law for now. She's almost 40 years old, and to be honest, she's been sickly for a long time and isn't in good health, much worse than me. I'm quite confident in myself; I'm 1.67 meters tall, weigh only 5 kilograms, and have a slightly plump figure, but I'm 75cm tall. Her breasts were undeniably sexy.
My sister-in-law was only 1.6 meters tall, not fat, even somewhat thin, but she had a decent air about her, like someone with social standing; she used to be a university lecturer. I really don't understand what my husband saw in her; maybe it's because he prefers thin women! Of course, men's and women's standards for judging women differ.
We quickly finished our half-hearted meal. We sat in the living room watching TV for a while, the atmosphere a bit awkward. But Longsheng broke the silence, asking us casually, "How about we go to the master bedroom to look at the dishes?" My husband looked at me, and I kept my head down, not saying a word, so he nodded.
After a while, Longsheng sat down next to me, and I awkwardly tried to do something. My husband seemed unconcerned, smiling at us both. After a while, seeing that I didn't object, he put his hand... He wrapped his arm around my waist, his large hand gripping it, and I felt a strange, soft sensation.
Long Sheng whispered in my ear, "I liked you the moment I saw you." My face instantly burned. He tightened his grip, and I leaned against him. My husband, following suit, also fell onto the bed, rolling over to my sister-in-law's side. She didn't resist, letting him hold her like that.
After a while, Long Sheng, perhaps thinking it was enough, suggested, "How about we all take a shower?" My husband agreed, pulling my sister-in-law into the bathroom. As soon as he left, I felt abandoned and couldn't help but sigh.
Seeing my husband gone, Long Sheng immediately reached out and pulled me into his arms. I groaned in surprise, and, as if to encourage him, he involuntarily covered my lips with his. I must admit, he was an exceptionally skilled kisser. I felt very comfortable being kissed; our tongues intertwined, and there was even a spark.
Seeing that I was about to give in, Long Sheng became increasingly insistent. He pulled open my clothes, and because it was winter, I wasn't wearing comfortable clothes, so it was a bit inconvenient. He commanded, "Take them off." I found myself unbuttoning them without thinking; his words seemed to have a magical power, making it impossible for me to refuse.
I was only wearing underwear and felt a little cold. He waved me over, "Come on, help me take them off." I couldn't refuse again and obediently went to help him undress. At first, I was standing, which made it quite difficult to move, so he pulled me down, gesturing for me to kneel. I obediently knelt down again to help him remove his clothes.
Long Sheng was indeed very robust; it was clear that he had been fit in his youth, but as a man in his forties, he had inevitably developed a bit of a belly. What surprised me was his penis. After he took off his pants, I was astonished by how large it was inside his white briefs.
At that moment, my husband and sister-in-law came out after showering. My face flushed again. Long Sheng pulled me up and said to my husband, "Mrs. Xu is truly a beauty! Haha..." My husband actually chuckled awkwardly. Suddenly, I felt a little uneasy. Why did my husband seem so vulgar? Perhaps it was because it was our first time swapping, and he was unusually important to me.
Long Sheng pulled me into the bathroom. The hot water was still running. He reached out and flicked the clasp on the back of my bra, instantly freeing my large breasts. Then he untied my hair, and a cascade of black curly hair fell down.
Long Sheng and his wife led us upstairs. My sister-in-law sat casually on the bed, and my husband sat casually on the other side. I sat cautiously on the chaise lounge by the window. Long Sheng turned on the TV and picked out an adult film (similar to many swapping scenarios). It seemed he was already quite experienced.
He embraced me from behind, kissing my earlobe, his hands moving in unison, his right hand playing with my breasts, his left hand slipping inside my panties and pounding against my genitals. At first, I tried to resist by squeezing my legs together, but the hot breath from his nose made my whole body go weak, and I couldn't help but let out a moan.
To make things easier, he actually pulled my thighs up and placed them on the edge of the bathtub, and my genitals were no longer able to resist. His thick fingers relentlessly dug into my clitoris. I could no longer suppress the surging passion; my lower body was already overflowing. I moaned wantonly, "Ah..." I reached behind me and stroked his back and neck with one hand, while the other hand was pulled down to my lower body, grasping that damned penis. It was so big, much bigger than my husband's!
Before I knew it, I was turned around, and we kissed passionately again, this time I actively accepted it. I felt his penis was hard against my stomach, so I spontaneously took off his underwear. His black penis, the glans gleaming, almost made me faint with arousal.
He pressed my shoulder and gave me a wink, and I couldn't resist kneeling down to give him oral sex. My mouth could barely contain that enormous penis. "Oh... darling, so comfortable, you're such a beauty!" Long Sheng's voice seemed encouraging, and I became even more responsible, imitating the actresses in porn. I didn't know if I was actually making him comfortable, but I felt that serving him might require more dedication than serving my husband.
After a while, he pulled me into the bathtub to shower. He even taught me how to apply bath soap to my breasts while he scrubbed his back. He jokingly called it "abalone head rubbing." My nipples rubbed back and forth on his broad back, sending shivers down my spine like electric shocks. My body was incredibly sensitive, ready to climax at any moment.
When we came out of the bathroom, my husband was already having sex with my sister-in-law. He was sitting on the bed, their lower bodies joined together. My sister-in-law's head was thrown back, her body twisting and emitting soul-stirring moans, while my husband's penis thrust in and out of her vagina. My husband glanced at us out of the corner of his eye, then immediately resumed his frenzied sex.
A question has always lingered in my mind: what about my husband having sex with other women? What is it like when we're having sex? Suddenly, a feeling of jealousy welled up inside me, perhaps because my husband had been somewhat ignoring my gaze earlier.
Long Sheng pulled me to sit on the chaise lounge and began his assault on me anew. My body had become unusually sensitive after the stimulation; in fact, the urge below hadn't stopped at all. I found him quite mischievous. I sat in his lap, facing the large bed, my legs draped over his hairy thighs. His penis, large and firm, was protruding between my hips, pressing against my private parts, but he wasn't in a hurry to penetrate. He simply used various methods to play with my breasts, and my overflowing clitoris and clitoris.
His voice rang in my ears: "How about it? Your husband seems to really enjoy fucking my wife. Look how enthusiastically he's doing it!" I knew he was trying to arouse my emotions, but I was still filled with jealousy. I closed my eyes, turned around, and wrapped my arms around his head, kissing him. This time, I was the one initiating it.
He lifted me up and placed me on the chaise lounge, in a prone position, the glans of his penis occasionally pressing against my labia. I knew he was about to enter, and my body was eagerly awaiting this moment, but it seemed unable to find a way, struggling against me. I couldn't take it anymore, and I writhed restlessly. He whispered in my ear, "Want it? Put it in yourself." Almost without thinking, I reached out and guided his enormous penis to my clitoris, simultaneously writhing to welcome its entry. At that moment, I was completely lost in the moment; I desperately needed his penis inside. When it parted my labia and slid in... A feeling of satisfaction welled up inside my vagina. "So thick!" I groaned with relief. At that moment, my husband looked at me strangely.
I heard his body slapping against my buttocks with a "slap, slap" sound, so lewd that I couldn't control myself. Then, I heard my husband suddenly let out a deep whistle—he had ejaculated. I then cried out even more wildly, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
Autumn in Beijing was getting chilly; a cold wind... The wind suddenly chilled me to the bone. The man who had captivated me was now so casually letting me share him with someone else—what was my place in his heart then?
Long Sheng bent down and pressed himself against my back, his hands reaching forward to wantonly trample on my full breasts. This suddenly filled me with a feeling of humiliation, a sense of being played with, yet this feeling further amplified the sensations in my body. After a few minutes, I was close to climax, my cries growing increasingly rapid. To be honest, Long Sheng seemed to have used almost no effort to bring me to orgasm.
He seemed to sense my state and suddenly increased his speed. Just as I was about to reach my peak, he abruptly pulled my hair, causing my body to arch backward. This painful ordeal became the final straw of my orgasm; I cried out ecstatically, trembling, tears streaming from my eyes… I don't know how much time passed, but Long Sheng continued his manipulation; his power seemed endless. I don't know how many orgasms I had experienced, my hands weakly supporting my body, helplessly… Writhing and groaning during his manipulations, I begged for mercy, "Brother... I can't take it anymore... Please spare me! I'm going to die..." Long Sheng flipped me over, making me lie on my back on the couch. I finally got a chance to catch my breath. Then I saw his face, a triumphant smile on his lips, as he entered my body again. I completely collapsed... It was an endless night. I don't know why Long Sheng had such powerful sexual abilities; he fucked me twice more. The next time, my husband and sister-in-law joined in. My sister-in-law sucked my nipples, and I gave my husband oral sex. The situation was incredibly lewd; things I had never imagined before had finally happened.
To me, he was a gloomy king, irresistible. I tried my best to make time to meet him each time. He had a house in Beijing that he specifically rented out for this purpose. Whenever he came, I would spend hours there having sex with him. He particularly liked me wearing sexy lingerie while showering in the bathroom. During sex, sometimes I would see myself in the mirror, my white, tight-fitting underwear soaked and clinging to my body, my dark nipples peeking out from beneath the white fabric, my wet hair plastered to my skin, my figure exquisite and alluring, my expression seductive and intoxicated. I realized I was actually so sexy; I might really be the beauty the older brother had described!
Under their combined assault, I would often reach orgasm quickly, then remain in that state, one orgasm after another. My husband and Longsheng would also take turns having sex with me, and I would continuously receive the men's thrusts.
Later, my husband became a spectator, watching a strong man fondle his wife until he ejaculated deep inside her. His expression initially showed pleasure, but later a hint of jealousy crept in. I, however, seemed to feel a sense of revenge—was this the kind of feeling you wanted?
The party went on until nearly dawn, ending around 9 pm. I was exhausted and fell asleep in my husband's arms. Thankfully, he didn't relinquish his final power.
I slept until 2 pm on Sunday. When I woke up, I found them dressed and chatting in the living room. My sister-in-law seemed unusually open, explaining to me that they had started exchanging partners two years ago and had had ten successful encounters. Longsheng didn't say much, sitting to the side, glancing at me occasionally; that look sent chills down my spine, reminding me of the lewd experience of the previous night. My husband seemed listless, the reason for which was easy to understand.
After about half an hour, my husband said he wanted to leave. Longsheng and his wife didn't stop him, only saying polite things like "sit a little longer." Longsheng drove us to the long-distance bus station, and we took the bus back to Beijing. My husband and I rarely spoke on the way; I held him tightly, as if afraid of losing something.
After this experience, life returned to normal, except my husband was no longer enthusiastic about exchanging partners, and his behavior in bed suddenly became fierce, often very rough with me, seemingly stimulated by that incident, because he frequently... During sex, he asked me, "Is Longsheng's penis better than mine?" I knew his pride was wounded, so I could only offer him comfort.
Although my husband was much more proactive than before, due to objective limitations, I no longer felt the same trembling sensation I had that day.
Two months of gloomy, royal times passed quickly, and my husband had to go on a business trip to the south for a month. Fate played a cruel trick; a phone call came suddenly… On the tenth day after my husband left, I received a call—it was Longsheng! So sometimes I wonder if men are truly controlled by fate?
Longsheng said on the phone, "Brother misses you, when will you come again?" I said, "My husband is on a business trip, I can't come!" Longsheng said, "He's gone, aren't you lonely? Come to Tianjin, let brother see you." I said, "I can't do that, I promised..." "He said, 'An exchange requires both sides to be present.'" Long Sheng said, "Who said this is an exchange? I only contacted you alone. You're a beauty; you shouldn't let loneliness hold you back. Come on, I'll be waiting for you this weekend." Long Sheng's words struck my heart like a hammer blow. I was speechless for a moment, my heart pounding, and I didn't know how to continue refusing.
I knew that this was no longer a simple exchange without emotional involvement; I was sliding towards a dangerous edge. I felt a little scared. A 35-year-old woman, past the age of budding romance, with a legitimate job and a happy family, was facing a fatal temptation, and I felt powerless to resist.

What was making me so confused? Was it his huge penis, his imposing appearance, or the domineering aura he exuded?
After hanging up the phone, I subconsciously dialed another number—my husband's number.
"Hello... Honey, is that you?" That familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.
"It's me..." I suddenly didn't know what to say.
"Oh, why are you calling me at this hour?" It was 3 PM.
"I wanted to ask how much longer you have before you come back." "Ah, that's all? I thought something had happened! Didn't I already tell you, at least until the end of the month?" His tone was relaxed on the other end of the phone.
"...Oh, can't you come sooner? I miss you." After a moment's hesitation, I said those words, which was the best I could do. But for some reason, I didn't tell him about Long Sheng's invitation to meet me earlier.
"How strange, you're usually like this, is something wrong?" "Oh, no, I watched a movie last night, and I just missed you a little." I lied.
"Is it that kind of movie?" "You know about that stuff, but no!" My mind was in turmoil, debating whether to tell him or not.
Hearing the dial tone, I felt a pang of disappointment. In that split second before hanging up, I had planned to tell him.
That evening, I waited for my husband's call, even considering it a test of fate. If he called, I would tell him about Longsheng and reject him; if he didn't, I didn't know what to do. Finally, his call didn't come all night, and I spent a long, sleepless night. Was this another twist of fate? Sometimes I really believe in fate. Two days
later, on Friday, he called again. He asked me what... When would he come? I remained silent for a moment, and he waited in silence as well. I seemed to believe the confident smile on the other end of the phone. My stubborn nature suddenly erupted: "No, I won't go." A hint of disappointment came from the other end of the phone. He didn't try to persuade me further and hung up. I felt a sense of relief, but at the same time, an indescribable feeling. This was my last act of resistance, and I was proud that I still had such courage.
The next day was Saturday, and my son had made plans to go on a picnic with his classmates. I thought that work was out of the question, and a lonely, haggard housewife could only pass the time by shopping.
As I was shopping, the phone suddenly rang. I looked at it and saw that it was Longsheng calling.
"I'm in Beijing, where are you?" My heart started pounding. I said, "I'm out shopping." "With your husband? Is he back?" "No, he's still on a business trip." "Okay, come over now. I'm waiting for you in room 412 of the xxx Hotel." His tone left no room for argument.
I wandered aimlessly through the mall, completely lost. Maybe I should just confront him directly when we meet! Strangely enough, this dangerous thought flashed through my mind at that moment, and so, without thinking, I moved to the mall entrance, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the hotel. (
I walked past the hotel ...) As I walked down the corridor, I subconsciously glanced at myself in the mirror at the stairwell. A black turtleneck sweater clung to my body, accentuating my ample breasts; a plaid velvet skirt and high boots; my hair was curled and flowing down. I looked so sexy in the mirror, and I started to feel a surge of lust. I hadn't expected to wear something like this.
I knocked on the door. Lang Lingqing heard some noises, and the door opened. His imposing figure came into view—good heavens! He wasn't wearing any clothes, only his underwear. He smiled at me: "You've finally come. I knew you'd come." He then pulled me close... He held me in his arms, his lips already sealed mine.
The door to the room slowly closed, the sound of the lock striking me like a hammer blow, shattering my heart; it seemed to shut out all hope.
I wanted to resist, but he was so strong; the moment I leaned into his embrace, I lost all strength. After a long, passionate kiss, he finally released me. I blurted out, "I came here to…" But he covered my lips with his hand, pointed to the bathroom, and commanded, "Go, wash up. Don't overexert yourself, relax." From the moment I stepped into the bathroom, I knew I could no longer resist; I utterly surrendered. Knee-to-knee surrender.
Whatever, it's not the first time anyway. Thinking this, I closed my eyes and started taking off my clothes.
When the water poured over me, I was incredibly happy; the heavy weight on my heart was finally lifted, at least it was a way out.
Suddenly, a pair of hands thrust under my arms. I knew it was him. I closed my eyes, enjoying his caresses. I felt something hard pressing against my lower body. I immediately grabbed my brother's erect penis. My brother pushed me against the bathroom wall. I braced myself against the wall with both hands, my buttocks raised, rubbing against the beast behind me. The shower water sprayed over us.
My older brother squeezed out some shower gel, smeared it on my anus, and then used his fingers to probe inside. He often liked to stimulate that area when we had sex, and my anus is actually an extremely sensitive spot for me. But this time, it was his penis that pushed in, and with the lubrication of his fingers and the shower gel, the huge glans actually went inside!
"There's something else..." "Oh, we'll talk about it tonight. I've already started working at someone else's company, that's all for now." He hung up the phone.
I was shocked and turned to look at him: "No, brother, don't..." He said gently, "Yan, I want you to belong entirely to me. Come on, relax, relax." I had no choice but to try my best to please him. His big thing slowly broke through, and I gradually felt a growing pain, even a slight urge to defecate. But with the thrusting of his penis, these sensations quickly gave way to a feeling of swelling. But to be honest, it wasn't as pleasurable as people imagine.
But my older brother was unusually happy. He started with gentle rubbing, but soon it turned into rapid thrusting. He frantically rubbed my breasts while thrusting, and this time he reached orgasm even faster.
Long Sheng continued, "I know you can't forget me, why deceive yourself? I'll promise you a sweet dream tonight. Yan, I like you very much, and I want to see you." His words seemed like a decree to me; I understood this clearly from that night on. Yes, I couldn't refuse his request; I could only delay by saying I'd "think about it." After hanging up the phone, I fell into boundless anguish.
A little while later, he returned, his penis entering my body again, but I suddenly felt something was wrong. I knew his penis all too well, but the feeling was completely different. I abruptly pulled off my blindfold and was shocked to find that the person on top of me was a stranger! And Long Sheng was sitting beside us, smiling as he watched us.
"You're just being stubborn. But why do you harbor this subconscious desire? It's because you're a wanton woman, you need a man like this to give you this kind of pleasure. And the subconscious is something you can't know, otherwise, how could it be the subconscious? So, this is your destiny's arrangement." His words threw me into a daze, a voice inside me asking: Is this really destiny's arrangement?
He hugged me tightly, calling my name: "Yan, you're a beauty, the sexiest woman I've ever seen. You're destined to be my woman, let your body enjoy the most passionate sex." His gentle voice completely melted me, and the voice inside me answered: Yes, Jiang Keyan, this is your destiny.
For eight whole hours, my brother and I were entangled naked together, almost never leaving the bed. Except for resting, we were doing **. I found myself enjoying this life, carefree and… I even stroked his penis while we slept. The release of the repression from over thirty years of poverty was incredibly powerful. I couldn't tell if I loved him or was simply succumbing to fate.
To be honest, he gave me a profound sense of fulfillment; his chest was so broad and strong, a feeling of peace lingered in my mind. Perhaps what a woman needs most is this kind of fulfillment, not wasting her life in a boring and empty daily routine. From that day until
my husband returned, a total of twelve days passed. He stayed in Beijing, and I went to see him almost every day, sometimes after work, sometimes after dinner, and sometimes even leaving work at noon. During those twelve days, I was somewhat frantic, my mind filled with thoughts of rendezvous with him; I was completely consumed by passion. The night before my
husband returned, I made up an excuse to stay out of dinner and didn't go home. Near dawn, he brought me to another climax, and I screamed wildly. He asked, "Do you love me? Do you love me?" He didn't answer, only smiled—the smile of a successful man.
From then on, I became Longsheng's mistress. He frequently sought opportunities to come to Beijing on business or for other reasons, but I was exceptionally aloof; they all came for me. Each of his visits filled me with a powerful emotion, wondering what tricks he would bring this time. I even got an IUD inserted to prevent pregnancy.
Longsheng seemed to have an insatiable sexual interest in my figure. His large body, muscular and imposing, seemed to possess a captivating charm. He could almost touch me, and I could feel his physique. He was so engrossed in my movements that I felt a strange, unsettling sensation. Hoping for a career that is difficult to pursue, I look forward to the future. I am determined to succeed, but I cannot give up. I am determined to make a living and work hard ... During our sexual encounters, I discovered I was capable of squirting, a term he coined, meaning that my clitoris would spray fluid during orgasm. Each time I squirted, I felt incredibly happy. After each time we were together, I couldn't face my husband when I got home, and our sex life became increasingly uninteresting. Compared to Long Sheng, my husband seemed like a primary school student, but I tried even harder to cooperate and bring him pleasure. I know this was due to my guilt. For six months, my husband hadn't noticed anything, which only fueled my guilt.
Actually, as time went on, I realized that the passion I felt during those twelve days couldn't sustain my happiness forever; most of the time I was suffering in conflict. While I enjoyed the physical pleasure with Long Sheng, my husband... I felt like I was going to die while doing it.
One day at the end of September, on my path to redemption, I received another call from Longsheng. He said he would be coming to Beijing on Thursday and asked me to prepare for the new game. Even though it had been half a year, my heart still raced every time I received his call.
On Thursday afternoon, I took leave from work and went to his apartment in Beijing. Longsheng was already waiting for me there. We met (we didn't do any work, just went straight to the point).
As soon as I entered, the same passionate kiss; he always seemed so enthusiastic. After we parted, he smiled at me. I knew what was coming next, so I spontaneously took off my clothes. Now I've learned how to undress to please him. I slowly took off my coat, unbuttoned my shirt, then loosened my skirt, twisting as I pulled it down. He sat on the bed, squinting as he watched my performance. He was wearing a black tight-fitting lingerie set and black stockings, his favorite outfit. After I undressed,
I helped him take off his clothes and then had him sit on the edge of the bed. He began by oraling my penis, which was driving me wild. Sometimes I would even give it a nipplejob, and he would moan with obvious pleasure. My oral skills were now incredibly satisfying for him, and seeing his contentment, I licked him even harder.
After a while, he took out a blindfold and put it on me, a common prop. After putting it on, he pushed me down onto the bed and roughly entered me. This was a bit unusual; normally he was very patient, often spending half an hour on foreplay. But before I could think about it further, I was already... Immersed in the sensation of its hardness and size,
he suddenly pulled my hand to his penis. I looked up at him in surprise, and Long Sheng smiled, saying, "Don't you want to see it?" He made me chuckle, and the atmosphere instantly became much more relaxed.
Since it had been half a month since his last visit, I greedily enjoyed his manipulation. I seemed to blame him for his neglect, wildly writhing my body.
After a while, he suddenly pulled his penis out, separating my body, leaving me feeling empty. He said,
"Wait a minute," and walked away. I wasn't particularly surprised, because he sometimes tried new things during play.
This strange man, probably about my age, saw me open my eyes and doubled his speed. I screamed:
"Big brother, who is this guy?" Long Sheng smiled as usual. "Yan, this is a surprise gift for you. We're having a threesome today." I tried to struggle, but he bent down, pressed my body down, and kissed me. I was pinned down by two men and couldn't move at all. My lower body was at the mercy of the stranger.
Long Sheng whispered in my ear, "Didn't I mention it to you last time? You said I was too scared, and here it is!" I finally remembered what he had said the previous two times. I thought it was just a joke because he hadn't mentioned it again for a month. I didn't expect it to be true.
During the break, we talked for a long time. When we talked about my swapping process, Long Sheng seemed to think hard and said, "Do you know why you didn't refuse at the beginning? It's because you were already tired of the mundane life..." "No, I can be content with the mundane." I interrupted him quickly.
I painfully closed my eyes, giving up the fight. Long Sheng picked me up, made the man lie down, and had me sit on him. He inserted his penis into my vagina, then smeared something on my anus before thrusting his large member into my back door.
Although he had used my back door before, this time it felt strangely incompatible. Two penises were attacking my lower body simultaneously from both ends. My already highly sensitive body was immediately driven by them, and any surprise or resistance I had felt earlier vanished. As he fucked me, he rubbed his beard against my ear from behind, his favorite technique.
I had seen this scene countless times in porn, and now it was actually happening to me. My mind was dominated by a lewd fantasy. Like the harlot in porn, I was sandwiched between two men, being fucked by them. I let my body receive the two men from both sides, and soon I was brought to orgasm by them.
After they ejaculated into my vagina and anus, this threesome ended in a frenzy of pleasure. The scene was chaotic, with the sounds of their bodies swirling and their bodies pounding. I felt a strange mix of pleasure and unease, a sense of loss and disbelief washing over me. I played with them until 9 pm that night before Longsheng finally let me go.
Perhaps I was just a plaything, one of his many, but now he still had feelings for me, and he would find all sorts of pleasure in me.
As I walked, I thought about it, and tears streamed down my face. Suddenly, I felt utterly degrading, no different from a prostitute. I knew these were tears of hatred. I suddenly felt an intense hatred for my husband; his curiosity and lust had led me to this point.
Women are inherently emotional beings; love for a man can make her do anything for him. But Long Sheng's attitude towards me made me question this emotion for the first time. Without emotion, a woman would never be attached to a man for his body alone—at least, I wouldn't.
After that, I tried my best to refuse any contact with Longsheng. Although I would sometimes go on dates with him in the following months, I subconsciously reduced my dependence on him, for example, by looking for business trips to avoid him.
Longsheng seemed to sense something. During our occasional rendezvous, although he was still as vigorous as ever, there were times when we wouldn't speak for a long time, and I often felt a sense of loss. I was sure that our relationship was coming to an end.
This feeling of loss affected my daily life. My relationship with my husband also became increasingly cold, and sometimes we wouldn't say a word to each other all night. He rarely showed any concern for me, so for so long, I was fighting alone in my lust. If he cared about me more, if he were more sensitive to my feelings... On January 1, 2006, I specifically chose this day to call Longsheng. I resolutely told him on the phone that I would not be with him anymore. As you can imagine, he was very surprised on the phone, but he quickly... He regained his arrogance towards me: "Yan, you can't escape it, this is your destiny, you're destined to follow me." "Take that nonsense back! I've figured it out, I'm just your plaything, I won't continue like this, don't bother me anymore." With that, I hung up the phone. At that moment, I felt a sense of liberation.
Actually, Long Sheng never truly understood me. I'm a stubborn woman; once I've made up my mind, there's no going back. And it was precisely this stubbornness that saved me from Da Zhong. Yes, he was right, I'm a woman controlled by fate, and ultimately, it was my personality that made me leave him.
Although he tried to guide me for a long time afterward, I gritted my teeth and refused to go to those dates that had once brought me joy but now brought me more pain. I even changed my phone number. Luckily, during our relationship, I was careful not to tell him my workplace or work phone number.
Long Sheng, the man who once made me tremble, finally disappeared from my life after a year of our chaotic affair.
After the Spring Festival in 2006, about a year after I entered this abyss, I filed for divorce from my husband because I felt I had been betrayed by him. He was extremely surprised by my decision and desperately wanted me to change my mind. When asked why, I refused to tell him what had happened. In my eyes, he was a pitiful yet hateful man, and I didn't want him to completely lose his will to live. I
told him, "If you don't trust me, then look at my life after marriage. I wouldn't make such a decision for another man." Yes, I didn't make this decision because of another man; I just didn't want to go any further. I wanted to come back, to find the me who had a clear conscience, the me who was free from suffering and lust, even if everything was irretrievable.

I stood up and undressed, while he sat there admiring me. At first, I was a little embarrassed. As I took off my clothes, I became even more shy. After all, it was not easy for a woman with no prior extramarital sexual experience to be naked in front of a strange man.

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