When you're well-fed and warm, you think about changing wives.

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Among the small group of people who have become rich first, wealth is a common trait. An individual or family may possess millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions, billions, or tens of billions of yuan. The difference lies in the source of this wealth—how it came about: earned through labor, obtained through other means, or even illegally. It should be said that all of these situations exist.

Some people become wealthy through labor, some through government policies, some through cleverness, some through speculation, and others through illegal activities such as gambling, prostitution, and drugs.

However, regardless of the type of person, once they have enough money, they change. There's a saying: "Men with money become bad, and women who become bad get money."

Zhou Jiaxing, Chairman of Nanping Hengyuan Real Estate Development Group Co., Ltd.

Thirty-five years ago, Zhou Jiaxing was born in a remote mountain village. His father, Zhou Xiaowei, and mother, Feng Liping

, were ordinary farmers. The family cultivated a little over three hectares of land, with the other half contracted out to others. In good years, they barely had enough to eat and use; in bad years, life was very difficult. One day, Zhou Jiaxing's parents returned home from working in the fields. Feng Liping changed her clothes and started cooking in the kitchen, while Zhou Xiaowei squatted in front of the stove, tending the fire.

The family home had two rooms: the inner room served as both bedroom and living room, and the outer room served as both kitchen and dining room.

"Jiaxing is about to graduate from junior high. Should we let him go to high school? We don't have the money," Zhou Jiaxing's mother said while cooking.

"I'll try to borrow from our relatives and friends in a few days. If we can borrow some, we'll let Jiaxing go," Zhou Xiaowei said with a worried expression.

"What if we can't borrow any?" Zhou Jiaxing's mother, Feng Liping, added.

"We'll talk about it if we really can't borrow any more," Zhou Jiaxing's father continued.

"Go out and try borrowing first. If you really can't, I'll try borrowing from his uncle's house," Zhou Jiaxing's mother said dejectedly.

Zhou Jiaxing's father spent several days visiting almost every relative and friend, only managing to borrow 350 yuan. He was still short 150 yuan. It was Zhou Jiaxing's mother who went to her younger brother's house and borrowed 150 yuan, enough to cover Zhou Jiaxing's high school tuition and other necessary fees, finally fulfilling Zhou Jiaxing's dream of attending high school.

During his three years of high school, Zhou Jiaxing was diligent and hardworking. His grades were consistently among the top five in his class. Both his homeroom teacher and subject teachers liked him very much; he was an excellent student in both character and academics. Based on his performance and his family's financial situation, the school waived all his tuition and fees for high school, allowing him to successfully complete his studies.

After graduating from high school, Zhou Jiaxing took the national college entrance examination.

Zhou Jiaxing lived up to the expectations of his hardworking parents and the nurturing he received from his school and teachers, finally gaining admission to the Architecture Department of Jiangzhe University with excellent grades.

During his university years, Zhou Jiaxing worked even harder, studying diligently.

He completed his university studies entirely through scholarships and national student loans, so he cherished this hard-won opportunity.

University is unlike primary or secondary school, where parents and teachers supervise. University learning relies entirely on self-discipline. In large classrooms, professors and teachers leave after lecturing; how well you take notes or whether you pay attention is irrelevant as long as you don't disturb others. It's all about independent learning.

In a corner of the university library, whenever he didn't have required or elective courses, he would sit alone, perusing the thick stacks of books and materials.

On holidays, while others visited relatives and friends, went shopping in groups, or watched movies, Zhou Jiaxing remained alone in the library, wandering in the ocean of knowledge.

That day, Zhou Jiaxing, as usual, went to the library after evening self-study. Because it was late, there weren't many students. Zhou Jiaxing took a copy of "Principles of Public Building Design" published by China Architecture & Building Press from the bookshelf, then sat down in his usual corner and began to read it carefully, taking notes from time to time. After a while, Zhou Jiaxing looked up at the wall clock; it was past 11 p.m. There were very few students left in the library. The school stipulated that the library would close at 11:30 p.m. Zhou Jiaxing closed his book and notebook, stood up, and walked to the bookshelf to put the book back. At that moment, a female student walked over, also carrying a book. Zhou Jiaxing sensed someone approaching, turned around, and their eyes met. They nodded politely to each other as a greeting. Zhou Jiaxing put his book on the shelf and left the library. The female student put her book away and followed Zhou Jiaxing out of the library.

That's how things are in this world; coincidences are inevitable. One weekend evening after dinner, Zhou Jiaxing arrived at the library on time as usual, sitting in his usual corner. This had become his go-to spot. A little while later, the female classmate he'd met that day while putting her books away also entered the library. She stood at the entrance and looked up; the library was packed. Looking closer, she noticed an empty seat in a corner at the back. She took a book from the shelf and carefully walked over. Sure enough, there was an empty seat, and a male student was sitting next to her—Zhou Jiaxing. The female classmate sat down and glanced at the boy next to her. Just then, Zhou Jiaxing turned his head, and their eyes met again. They nodded to each other.

As the library was about to close, they both stood up simultaneously, put their books away on the shelf, and walked out of the library side by side.

"My name is Zhou Jiaxing, from the architecture department," Zhou Jiaxing introduced himself first.

"My name is Wu Fangfang, and I'm from the Journalism Department."

After saying this, Wu Fangfang extended her hand first. Seeing her extend her hand, Zhou Jiaxing quickly followed suit. As they shook hands, they glanced at each other, then parted ways and returned to their respective dormitories.

People say marriage is a matter of fate; those destined to meet will find each other even from a thousand miles away, while those not destined will remain strangers even face to face. And it's true.

Since their two encounters at the library, through continuous interaction, they went from acquaintances to friends, gaining a deeper understanding of each other. Amidst their busy studies, they would occasionally meet up, relaxing and strengthening their friendship.

After graduating from university, they returned to their respective homes and told their parents about the marriage. Both families approved of the match, so Zhou Jiaxing's parents chose an auspicious day for their son's wedding.

Wu Fangfang was tall and beautiful, and the couple had a very good relationship after marriage.

Soon after, Zhou Jiaxing brought his wife Wu Fangfang to Nantong City. After nearly ten years of hard work, they founded Hengyuan Real Estate Development Group Co., Ltd. in Nantong, and Zhou Jiaxing became the chairman of the group.

Zheng Shixiong is the deputy director of the Finance and Planning Department of the Nantong Municipal Civil Affairs Bureau.

His wife, Guan Chunlai, works at the Municipal Environmental Protection Bureau and is known as a stunning beauty in her workplace. Both Zheng Shixiong and Guan Chunlai are university graduates; they attended the same university, where they not only fell in love but also consummated their relationship, renting a house off-campus and living together.

Zheng Shixiong comes from an official family; his father, Zheng Qinhe, is the Secretary-General of the Municipal Government and Deputy Director of the Organization Committee, and his mother, Liang Shufang, is the Director of the Municipal Finance Bureau.

Zheng Shixiong is about to graduate from university, and during his recent school break, he returned home just in time for the Civil Affairs Bureau's staffing recruitment drive.

"Mom, I'm graduating soon, and I heard the Civil Affairs Bureau is short-staffed. Is that true?"

"Who told you that?" Liang Shufang asked her son with a smile.

"A friend of mine told me," Zheng Shixiong replied.

"Maybe they're short-staffed. I only heard about it. We'll find out if they are when your dad gets back," Liang Shufang said.

This was what Liang Shufang said to her son while they sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV after work that afternoon.

Just then, Zheng Shixiong's father, Zheng Qinhe, returned home. Seeing his son and mother sitting on the sofa, watching TV and chatting, Zheng Qinhe changed his shoes and said sternly, "Stop chatting, let's eat."

Zheng Qinhe and Liang Shufang only had this one precious son. Despite Zheng Qinhe's usual stern expression, his son was his dearest. He had spoiled him rotten from a young age

. Before Zheng Shixiong started elementary school, Zheng Qinhe would buy him toys, no matter the price, without hesitation. After starting elementary school, Zheng Qinhe would buy him any books and stationery that Zheng Shixiong liked, never caring about the cost. When it came time for middle school, he spared no expense, using his influence and spending a large sum of money to get Zheng Shixiong into a top school. After being admitted to university, Zheng Qinhe personally went to his high school to ask the principal and teachers to help Zheng Shixiong fill out his college application.

Once on campus, Zheng Shixiong quickly made friends with a group of children of officials and the wealthy. Every Saturday and Sunday, while many students were diligently studying in the school library, Zheng Shixiong would spend his time with these people watching movies, playing billiards, or shopping.

In the second semester of his sophomore year, Zheng Shixiong met his current wife, Guan Chunlai.

Guan Chunlai's father, Guan Ming, was a very wealthy man. In the early days of China's reform and opening up, Guan Ming, through his intelligence and talent, ventured into the business world, starting small and gradually building a dominant position. He eventually became a senior executive at a listed company, earning a multi-million dollar annual salary.

Guan Chunlai's mother, Ai Yanli, ran a children's goods store. Parents today love their children unparalleled and are willing to spend a lot of money on them. Seeing this business opportunity, Ai Yanli invested in and opened the store. After its opening, business boomed, making a fortune daily. Soon, Ai Yanli became a well-known wealthy woman in the area.

Therefore, Guan Chunlai spent money extravagantly, frequenting high-end entertainment venues, both above and below ground.

The three of them went to a restaurant for a meal.

"Shixiong, I heard the Civil Affairs Bureau is short-staffed. I heard it at work too. Is that true?" Zheng Shixiong's mother, Liang Shufang, said.

"Yes, they are short-staffed. Why does Shixiong want to go?" Zheng Qinhe asked.

"There are too many college graduates now, and jobs are hard to find. The Civil Affairs Bureau is a good option; the work isn't too tiring," Zheng Shixiong replied.

"Okay, I'll reserve this position for you," Zheng Qinhe said.

Three years later, Zheng Shixiong not only became the deputy director of the Finance and Planning Department of the Civil Affairs Bureau, but also married Guan Chunlai. It was a double blessing.

Time flies, and a few years later, the city was rebuilding a nursing home. Zhou Jiaxing won the bid, and some procedures needed to be handled at the Civil Affairs Bureau. Zhou Jiaxing and Zheng Shixiong got together.

One day, after finishing his business at the Finance and Planning Department of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Zhou Jiaxing invited Zheng Shixiong out for drinks. The two chatted happily at the table, feeling like they had known each other for a long time. After a meal, they became close friends, often eating and drinking together.

Once, in a private room at a restaurant, after finishing a bottle of Wuliangye and ordering several bottles of beer, they talked about their wives.

Zhou Jiaxing was a few years older than Zheng Shixiong. "Brother Shixiong, is your wife beautiful? Tell me, how many times a week do you and your wife 'that'?" Zhou Jiaxing asked, slightly drunk.

"Of course she's beautiful. After doing 'that' a few times, which one is it?" Zheng Shixiong asked, feigning confusion.

"Fuck, that means fuck your wife. You're pretending to be confused and trying to force me to swear, aren't you?" Zhou Jiaxing said angrily.

"How many times a week? Once? Twice? It's hard to say. After all these years, it feels a bit like using your left hand with your right." Zheng Shixiong also said drunkenly

. "Brother Jiaxing, our sister-in-law must be a great beauty. Be moderate, don't tire yourself out." Zheng Shixiong said jokingly.

"Your sister-in-law is indeed very beautiful, but we're even. After a while, it feels like using your left hand with your right." Zhou Jiaxing said helplessly.

Zheng Shixiong picked up his glass, took a big gulp of beer, and suddenly his eyes lit up as he tentatively said, "How about we switch?"

Zhou Jiaxing didn't understand what he meant and stared blankly at Zheng Shixiong, saying, "Switch what?"

"Switch wives, of course." Zheng Shixiong said excitedly.

Zhou Jiaxing thought for a moment and shook his head, saying, "No, no, although I can feel the difference between my left and right hands, my wife is my wife, I can't change her."

Zheng Shixiong smiled and said, "Brother, you misunderstand. What I meant by changing wives is just changing who I sleep with, just looking for a bit of novelty. My wife is still your wife, don't worry."

Zhou Jiaxing thought for a while, then grinned lewdly and said, "Hmm, okay, that's a good idea."

But then Zhou Jiaxing thought for a moment and added, "What if these two women don't agree?"

Zheng Shixiong blinked and thought for a moment, then said, "Don't you have some imported Canadian lobsters that someone gave you? You treat me to lobster, and I'll bring my wife. We'll see what happens."

The two felt that this was the only way. After finishing the rest of their beer, Zhou Jiaxing and Zheng Shixiong left the private room and drove home.

Both Zhou Jiaxing and Zheng Shixiong lived in a villa area, and the restaurant they ate at was not far from the villa area. It wasn't far; it took less than twenty minutes to drive home.

Zheng Shixiong walked into the house and saw Guan Chunlai sitting on the sofa, watching TV absentmindedly.

Guan Chunlai heard the door open, turned around, and saw her husband, Zheng Shixiong, had returned. His face was flushed, and he reeked of alcohol. Guan Chunlai knew he had been drinking, and quite a bit at that. She quickly stood up from the sofa to pour him some tea.

After pouring a cup of tea and placing it on the coffee table, Guan Chunlai sat back down.

Zheng Shixiong changed his shoes, walked to the sofa, sat down next to Guan Chunlai, picked up the tea from the coffee table, and drank it. Because Zheng Shixiong and Zhou Jiaxing had drunk quite a bit at the restaurant, Zheng Shixiong was indeed a bit thirsty. He drank the cup of tea in just a few sips, then gestured for Guan Chunlai to pour him another cup. Guan Chunlai stood up, poured him another cup of tea, and placed it on the coffee table. Zheng Shixiong picked up the teacup, took a few sips, and said, "What's on TV?" "

There are so many trashy TV dramas these days, and so few good ones. I just watch them to kill time

when I'm bored," Guan Chunlai said. "What are you doing tomorrow? Anything planned?" Zheng Shixiong asked, sipping his tea.

"What could I possibly be doing? Every day it's the same three things: playing mahjong, shopping, watching movies—that's life. Then it's just eating and sleeping," Guan Chunlai said.

"No problem. Tomorrow I'll take you out for lobster, imported Canadian lobster," Zheng Shixiong said .

"Which hotel?" Guan Chunlai asked.

"No hotel, we're going to a friend's house. Someone gave it to him, and he said he'd treat us all," Zheng Shixiong said.

"I bet he's only treating you. Did he say he was inviting me? He didn't say I could come too. It would be so awkward if I went with you," Guan Chunlai said.

"He really is inviting both of us. His wife is home too. My friend is a loyal, righteous, and sentimental person, and he's also very handsome," Zheng Shixiong said.

"Is he really that good?" "Guan Chunlai said with a half-smile.

"You'll know when you meet him at his house," Zheng Shixiong said seriously.

After saying that, Zheng Shixiong whispered something in Guan Chunlai's ear for a long time. Guan Chunlai listened, her face flushing slightly, and she became somewhat embarrassed.

In Zhou Jiaxing's house, in the spacious living room, on the leather sofa, Wu Fangfang sat alone, seemingly leisurely looking at the pornographic magazines, but actually thinking about what Zhou Jiaxing had told her.

Last night, after going to bed, Zhou Jiaxing, unusually, took the initiative to pull Wu Fangfang into his arms, kneading her breasts a few times with one hand, and said, "Fangfang, from university until now, how have I treated you?"

"Very good, why?" Wu Fangfang asked, puzzled.

"When you look at those pornographic magazines in our house, did you notice the wife-swapping club in them?" Zhou Jiaxing continued.

"I saw it, there is a wife-swapping club." Wu Fangfang said somewhat suspiciously. Before she

could finish speaking, Wu Fangfang immediately realized something and said, "Could it be that you also want to…" Wu Fangfang didn't finish her sentence.

"It's just for fun, while we're still young. Once we're old and can barely walk, we won't be able to do anything," Zhou Jiaxing said earnestly.

Wu Fangfang thought for a moment and said, "Okay, whatever you say."

The next day, right after lunch, Zhou Jiaxing told the housekeeper, Aunt Feng, "Two friends are coming over for dinner tonight. Cook the big lobster they gave us, and just prepare a few side dishes."

The housekeeper's surname was Feng, and because she was a few years older than Zhou Jiaxing, both Zhou Jiaxing and Wu Fangfang called her Aunt Feng.

Following Zhou Jiaxing's instructions, Aunt Feng cleaned the dining room after lunch and began preparing dinner.

The following evening, Zheng Shixiong and Guan Chunlai drove to Zhou Jiaxing's villa.

A large, black iron gate opened, through which a two-story house with blue bricks and red tiles could be seen nestled among the lush greenery of the courtyard. Zheng Shixiong pressed the doorbell button embedded in the antique-style brick doorposts.

A man came out and opened the gate. Zheng Shixiong drove the car into the yard, and the two men got out, locked the car, and went to the villa's living room.

Zhou Jiaxing and Wu Fangfang, who were sitting on the sofa, quickly went to greet them, and the four of them shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.

Just as they shook hands, the two men glanced at the women beside each other and then smiled slyly. The two women also sized each other up.

After the pleasantries, Zhou Jiaxing got straight to the point: "We're all family here. Try my lobster; how's it? Let's go straight to the dining room."

After saying that, the four of them went to the dining room together. When they sat down, Wu Fangfang took the initiative to sit next to Zheng Shixiong, and Guan Chunlai took the initiative to sit next to Zhou Jiaxing. Everything was so natural.

The two couples chatted and laughed, frequently raising their glasses, but the meal didn't last long. Eating lobster was just a pretext; the real purpose was to swap wives and have sex with other women.

"We've eaten enough, let's go," Zheng Shixiong

said, glancing at Zhou Jiaxing and then at Wu Fangfang. Zheng Shixiong stood up and walked out of the villa. Wu Fangfang also stood up, glanced at Zhou Jiaxing, and followed him. Only Zhou

Jiaxing and Guan Chunlai remained in the restaurant, leering at each other, both knowing what was about to happen.

"Let's take a shower first," Guan Chunlai said.

After Guan Chunlai finished speaking, the two went to the bathroom door, stripped off their clothes, and stood there naked.

Guan Chunlai's eyes were fixed on Zhou Jiaxing's penis.

Although it wasn't erect yet, dangling between his legs, it was already clearly long, with a particularly large glans. Guan Chunlai secretly compared it to her husband's penis, noting the differences in shape.

Zhou Jiaxing's eyes were fixed on Guan Chunlai's pair of large, firm breasts and the sparse pubic hair below her abdomen.

After a moment of mutual staring, Zhou Jiaxing took Guan Chunlai's hand and led her into the bathroom. Standing under the same showerhead, he turned on the lowest setting, and the water flowed down like a light drizzle, slowly wetting them from head to toe.

Zhou Jiaxing raised his hands and grasped Guan Chunlai's large breasts.

Although Guan Chunlai had been married for many years, she had never had children, so her breasts remained firm. Her nipples, like cherries, were set in two high, tender mounds of flesh. Wet and smooth, the skin felt wonderful to Zhou Jiaxing's hands. He kneaded her breasts, feeling the difference between touching them and touching Wu Fangfang's, and his penis gradually hardened.

Guan Chunlai's large breasts were swollen from Zhou Jiaxing's kneading, making her feel a little dry and her breathing quicken. Guan Chunlai felt something hard pressing against her stomach; she knew it must be Zhou Jiaxing's erect penis. Instinctively, she reached out and grasped it. Guan

Chunlai noticed that Zhou Jiaxing's penis was indeed different from her husband's; it felt somewhat bony, while her husband's felt more fleshy. After

a brief, symbolic shower, Guan Chunlai said, "Let's go to bed."

"Back to the dining room," Zhou Jiaxing replied.

Guan Chunlai was taken aback for a moment, then realized that this guy wanted to try something different—making love in the dining room.

Zhou Jiaxing and Guan Chunlai quickly dried themselves with towels and returned to the dining room.

Zhou Jiaxing walked to the dining table, pushed the items on the side of the table towards the center, and said, "Lie down on this spot on the table."

Guan Chunlai obediently bent over and lay down on the spot Zhou Jiaxing had cleared for her.

Zhou Jiaxing stood behind Guan Chunlai, looking at her two round, snow-white buttocks, and first pinched them a couple of times.

"Oh... be gentle, it hurts," Guan Chunlai groaned softly.

"I'm sorry," Zhou Jiaxing said apologetically.

Guan Chunlai didn't say anything more.

Zhou Jiaxing continued to gently stroke Guan Chunlai's buttocks, looking at them as if admiring a precious artifact, occasionally bending down to kiss one of her buttocks.

After playing with Guan Chunlai's buttocks for a while, Zhou Jiaxing squatted behind her.

By this time, Guan Chunlai was already aroused by Zhou Jiaxing's teasing. Squatting behind Guan Chunlai, Zhou Jiaxing saw that the pubic hair on Guan Chunlai's labia majora was covered in glistening vaginal fluid. He sniffed it; it had a slightly fishy smell. Without hesitation, Zhou Jiaxing opened his mouth wide and took it in, inserting his tongue into Guan Chunlai's vagina and stirring it inside. Sometimes he would suck hard, drawing the vaginal fluid into his mouth.

"Oh...oh...it itches...it's so itchy...oh...it's so itchy...I can't...take it...I want...oh...your...big cock...oh...fuck me...oh..." Guan Chunlai moaned intermittently, occasionally twisting her buttocks from side to side.

Zhou Jiaxing stood up, spat out the vaginal fluid he had sucked into Guan Chunlai's mouth, stroked the head of his penis a few times, then pinched it with three fingers, aimed it at Guan Chunlai's cunt, and thrust hard. Zhou Jiaxing's penis plunged all the way into Guan Chunlai's vagina, and then he began to thrust rapidly.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah ah...so hard...ah...ah...so good...harder...harder...ah...different...ah...different..."

The first long cry was because Zhou Jiaxing's initial thrust was too forceful, penetrating all the way in. His penis created immense impact inside Guan Chunlai's vagina, reaching her cervix. The rapid thrusting brought Guan Chunlai an intense, unusual pleasure. The sensation of Zheng Shixiong's fleshy penis inside her was completely different from Zhou Jiaxing's bony penis. Guan Chunlai moaned and intermittently described her sensations.

Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes…

Guan Chunlai remained limp on the table, letting Zhou Jiaxing fuck her, moaning.

Zhou Jiaxing stood behind Guan Chunlai, rapidly and relentlessly slamming his lower abdomen against her large buttocks. The slapping sounds echoed in the restaurant, and Guan Chunlai's moans grew louder.

"Ah…ah…ah…ah…"

Guan Chunlai continued to moan loudly.

"Are you... still okay?" Zhou Jiaxing asked, panting heavily and his voice incoherent.

"Ah... okay... you... ah... just fuck me... ah..." Guan Chunlai groaned.

"Let's... change... positions," Zhou Jiaxing said.

"Ah... okay... ah..." Guan Chunlai said.

Zhou Jiaxing stopped, used his right hand to lift Guan Chunlai's right leg, making her legs almost at a right angle, and continued thrusting.

"Ah... ah... ouch... it's... deeper... ah..." Guan Chunlai continued to groan.

Zhou Jiaxing fucked her for a while longer, then pulled his penis out of Guan Chunlai's vagina, pulled her to the three-seater sofa in the dining room, sat on the sofa himself, and had Guan Chunlai sit on his lap, his penis still inside her vagina.

Guan Chunlai was very understanding. She moved up and down, sometimes rubbing against him from side to side. Zhou Jiaxing felt his penis

being stroked and kneaded inside her vagina. He secretly admired Guan Chunlai's unparalleled sexual skills and also felt a pang of envy for Zheng Shixiong's blissful sex life. He felt increasingly close to ejaculating.

"Lie down on the sofa," Zhou Jiaxing said.

Guan Chunlai walked to the sofa and lay down. Zhou Jiaxing followed, kneeling down and placing Guan Chunlai's legs on his shoulders. He thrust his penis into her vagina and continued pumping.

Looking at Guan Chunlai's face, her brows furrowed, mouth agape, moaning, and breasts trembling, Zhou Jiaxing could no longer control his heightened sexual desire. He ejaculated.

After getting off Guan Chunlai, Zhou Jiaxing tore off some napkins from the dining table and wiped Guan Chunlai's genitals. He then pulled her up from the sofa, and the two of them dressed and went to the living room, where they sat down on the sofa.

"How do you feel?" Zhou Jiaxing asked calmly.

"I feel great, really good. It's completely different from Zheng Shixiong's style, each has its own merits," Guan Chunlai said, slightly tired but calm.

"It's getting late, why don't you stay here tonight?" Zhou Jiaxing said.

"No, I'll go back as soon as Sister Wu returns," Guan Chunlai said.

As they spoke, Wu Fangfang went into the house. Guan Chunlai stood up, walked to the door, and the two of them smiled at each other, everything understood without words.

After Guan Chunlai left, Zhou Jiaxing and Wu Fangfang went to the bathroom to wash up, returned to the bedroom, undressed, and lay on the large Simmons mattress. Although it was already late, neither of them felt very sleepy.

"How do you feel?" Wu Fangfang asked, resting her head on Zhou Jiaxing's arm, while Zhou Jiaxing put one arm around Wu Fangfang.

"It's really different. When your penis goes into my vagina, it feels like it's penetrating me, as if it's going to pierce through me. The head of your penis hits my cervix right there. When Zheng Shixiong's penis goes in, it feels full, as if it's going to stretch my vagina open. Also, the scent and body movements of the man who fucks you are different," Wu Fangfang said.

"And you, tell me what you think," Wu Fangfang continued.

"According to you, after a woman has been fucked by two men, she will feel that she has been fucked by two different men based on the size, thickness, and shape of the men's penises.

But after a man's penis has been inserted into two women's vaginas, the feeling of his penis is not much different; it feels wet, slippery, and warm, like being sucked in and enveloped.

The stimulation that men get from fucking women comes not only from the pleasure of the penis, but also from the senses, what they see and hear, such as seeing the changes in a woman's facial expressions, her body's reactions, and the different moans she makes. That's my feeling; I don't know if other men feel the same way," Zhou Jiaxing said.

Zhou Jiaxing thought for a moment and then continued, "The way you and Guan Chunlai moan when you're being fucked is completely different. Your moans are soft and gentle, while Guan Chunlai's are shouts and screams. I'm so used to your moans that I feel like I have both hands. If I were to fuck Guan Chunlai every time and only hear her moans, after a while, it would still feel like I have both hands. So I say, to improve the quality of married life, it would be best to establish a wife-swapping club to meet the needs of friends who want to swap wives. What do you think?"

"I wholeheartedly agree!" Wu Fangfang said happily.

As they talked, they both fell asleep without realizing it, with a satisfied smile on their faces.

After Zheng Shixiong and Guan Chunlai returned home and went to bed, Guan Chunlai first told Zheng Shixiong in complete detail how Zhou Jiaxing had fucked her. After listening, Zheng Shixiong also carefully recounted to Guan Chunlai how he had fucked Wu Fangfang. By the time they finished, it was already past midnight, and the two embraced and drifted off to sleep.

[The End]

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