From Virtuous Wife to Slut (Part 5) – The Beginning

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I'm so happy to know that so many friends enjoy reading my story. I wasn't in a great mood while writing the other day, so I took a break. Although this story is my own and true, it still takes some effort to write and express it well; writing is really not easy.
I've been wanting to see if there are other couples like me who enjoy this kind of thing, so I occasionally try searching QQ groups using keywords. Heh, I was shocked by how many groups there are! I always thought swapping was a foreign concept; it seems I'm out of touch with society, the masses, and the realities of China. Lately, I've been enthusiastically joining these groups, chatting and joking with the members, even watching them chat with my friend. Mostly, we just watch them chat, posting suggestive pictures and stuff. What I like most are the realistic-looking photos of couples, some even live-streaming! We were stunned. Wow, there are so many amazing couples! I have to admit, they're incredible!
Haha, I would like to extend my sincere respect to these brave people.
However, we don't want to start with sex swapping; in reality, it's impossible. I feel that swapping partners should at least have some friendship to make things better—talking about the weather, whether the clouds are whiter than last night would be nice. Physical intimacy with strangers without any conversation is really hard to accept. Besides, we're only having this idea right now (mainly me), and we might not actually have the opportunity to participate in these activities. Well, I'm a go-with-the-flow kind of person; I'll see where things take me! Let's go, see, dance, run, jump, and have fun!
Forrest Gump once said that life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get (that's the gist of it, don't try to tell me the exact quote, or I'll get angry).
The live stream of this couple I watched tonight was pretty good; they had great figures. Wo asked me, "Your figure is like a model's, how come you're willing to go live?" I hugged her and chuckled. Her pouting face was so cute. I kissed her; oh, Wo's thick lips feel so good to kiss. "Maybe they like being watched," I said. "How about we try it?" Wo shook her head: "No, I don't dare, my figure is too bad." I laughed: "Actually, I don't dare either. Knowing so many people are watching me do this on camera, I'd definitely fail." She giggled and grabbed my little brother. Hehe, it's a bit hard. There's no way around it; that woman was really into it, and that guy was really handsome. Where there's oppression, there's resistance; masturbation as a form of self-defense has always been a fine tradition of our army. I wasn't going to be outdone, so I casually touched Wo's crotch. Hehe, she's wet. By the way, that's one of Wo's good qualities; she gets wet easily with just a little stimulation. That's why we've had very little foreplay all these years. Because of this characteristic, we're very satisfied.
We were also touching each other in sync with the couple in the group video. Wo was petite and full-figured—not referring to her breasts, but rather her small, round shape, the kind you could hold in one hand. Her nipples and areolas were very small. I tried sucking her entire breast into my mouth—it was so full! She wasn't happy with hers either, haha. It was because I said the previous two women I knew were more unique in this regard. One had small breasts but large nipples, which fit perfectly in my mouth, and playing with her nipples made her very aroused—hohoho, Wo had teased me again. The other was banana-shaped, which is really rare. Her breasts were long, extending outwards in an arc and curving slightly upwards, somewhat like a crescent moon—though not that exaggerated. If you can't imagine it, look at a rhinoceros horn in an animal documentary; that's similar, a white rhinoceros horn. Wo had a bit of a tummy; her figure was quite different visually from the woman in the video—she was slightly chubby. But I really liked her, really. I don't know why, but I've always been fascinated by Wowo's body. I find it incredibly sexy—plump, with an amazing feel, and incredibly elastic skin. It's not overly soft or mushy, but just a touch or a tug is enough to arouse me. It's worked every time for years, and I never tire of it. So, I've always had this wish: to find someone with a similar figure to Wowo and see if I like slightly plump figures because of Wowo, or if I like Wowo because of slightly plump figures. Even when I watch adult films, I prefer to watch those featuring full-figured, slightly plump women. Looks like my love for Wowo isn't just ordinary.
(I've never found a woman of this type, but I really don't like skinny, stick-like women.)
Snail was still sitting on the desk, legs spread, revealing her dark and plump vulva. Her thick, bushy pubic hair was glossy black, almost covering her mouth. It contrasted beautifully with the yellowish-brown hair of my penis. My pubic hair isn't black, how strange, is it a matter of soil? I gently rubbed my penis against the outside of her labia, like a pen tracing patterns on her body, across her stomach, breasts, and lips, writing countless words of love on her skin. Finally, I returned to the harbor of love, grinding against it relentlessly. Her clitoris coated my glans, making it feel moist and warm. Aiming at the opening, I gently pressed my thumb against the head, and my little submarine slid in with a whoosh into the warm, moist, almost dripping tunnel. I hissed with satisfaction, and, following the movement of Snail's waist, slowly penetrated to the root. Wo looked at me with gentle, tender eyes. She loved seeing my satisfied expression, never exhibiting the habit of closing her eyes as described in books. Her legs wrapped around my waist, guiding my rhythm with them. A tightening of her legs would take my penis in, a loosening of her legs and a thrust of her waist would push me out. Haha, this proactive woman. I held her waist with one hand and slowly moved, the other covering her small breasts. She always liked me to massage her breasts, but I never had much time for them. There were just too many other things to focus on, and I really didn't want to massage them too hard, always afraid of hurting them. When you love someone so much, you get this feeling of careful protection. You don't need to laugh at me; making her comfortable and satisfied is my duty, regardless of whether I'm the one making her feel comfortable.
I've always felt that what I had with Wo was real sex, that the more we did it, the more we loved each other, and that love was something that developed through our actions.
Holding Wo, I sat in the computer chair, gently catching my breath. The rush before my climax had been a bit too intense, and sweat streamed down my back. Wo's rosy face bore witness to my effort. She gently wiped the sweat from my face with a tissue. I smiled softly: "How was it? You seemed especially energetic when I said I was A-Gang." She playfully waved her fist. I laughed heartily, pulling her tightly into my arms, ignoring my sweat. She exclaimed, "You stinky man!" but hugged me back. The feeling of our bodies pressed together was wonderful. The sweat was sticky and a little uncomfortable. I put Wo down and led her to the bathroom. Actually, I wanted to carry her, but she was a bit heavy—I've mentioned she's on the plump side—and men's legs are a bit weak after ejaculating, hehe. Oh well, I had to lead her. I turned on the shower, kneeling on one knee, and used hot water to wash her genitals. She slightly bent her leg to open her hips for easier washing. She hummed softly, sounding comfortable, and said gently, "Honey, I ran into an old classmate at the mall today." I hummed in response, "Female or male?" "Male, not in the same class, a year ahead of me."
I paused for a moment and asked softly: A very good classmate?
Well, it was alright. I think he used to like me quite a bit, but I didn't have time to pay attention to him back then because my boyfriend was taking care of me.
I said "Oh," and gently combed her pubic hair with my hand. Looking at the black hair that was being shaken by the water, I casually said: "Hey, busy with puppy love, huh? What does this guy look like? You didn't even bother with him back then, so he probably wasn't that great."
She lifted my chin, looked me in the eye, and seeing no displeasure in my eyes, said: "You're alright, not fat, your figure is similar to yours, you're kind of handsome."
I chuckled and said, "Heh, do you have a figure as good as mine?"
Snail Laughs: I guess he's not as good as my husband. I've never seen him naked.
I laughed and said: "If you think it's good, you can try it. You can rape or seduce me. Your husband will support you unconditionally."
She laughed: "We just met today and chatted for a bit, reminiscing about our student days. But he said he used to like me a lot, does that count as a confession? Hey, why didn't you say so before? You missed out on a beautiful girl like me, didn't you?"
I firmly pointed out the problem: Back then you were already taken, who dared to mess with you? Now that they know you're married, they dare to openly express their past feelings. Many male classmates say the same thing to female classmates at reunions: "Back in school, I had such and such feelings for you, you know?" Honestly, did any male classmates take you to a hotel room at the last few reunions?
The snail slapped at me, splashing water everywhere. Ugh, I'm so innocent. What male classmate would take me to a hotel? Besides, you knew I was already taken, yet you still dared to mess with me and even managed to steal my girlfriend away.
I smugly declared: "That's it! What can I do? It's fate! I'm just a glorious construction worker digging a hole! We workers have power, hey, power!"
Snail: He said I'm still so beautiful. There were so many people in the mall, and he kept staring at me. It made me feel embarrassed.
I laughed: "Looks like he still likes you. How about we create an opportunity to tease him and see if you can try out another man besides me after we're married? Let him judge you and see if you're really as good as I say. Otherwise, you never believe me when I say you're good in this way or that way. Now let another man try it and see what he says."
She chuckled: "Okay, I'll give it a try if I get the chance. He might not be interested in that kind of person, you know. Wouldn't I be incredibly embarrassed if I failed to seduce him?"
I scoffed: Look who her wife is. Such an outstanding woman, who wouldn't want to sleep with her?
The couple laughed together.
Snail: Go away, you're the only one who treats me like a treasure. I don't think I'm anything special. You're just trying to make me happy.
I told you that you are now like a ripe purple grape, with a sweet and pleasant taste.
Snail: You're just like Wang Po selling melons, praising your own wares. I'd never believe you.
Haha, I originally thought this was just something to talk about and then it would be forgotten.
(I'm too lazy to proofread, so please forgive any typos.)

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