extramarital sex

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I am a professional woman in my early twenties, married, and I love him. We are both
highly educated and have always been open about sex. During holidays, we have many great places to go, such as beaches
and nightclubs, but I have never considered the idea of partner swapping!
Two years ago, to be honest, I never even thought about wife-swapping. I'd heard others talk about it, but they
always spoke of it in a joking tone. To me, it was simply impossible, and it would never happen to me
. I've always believed that sex is a private matter between husband and wife; back then, I wouldn't have dared to utter the words "wife-swapping."
Let me tell you, I don't actually find sex or anything related to sex shameful, and I'm not conservative either
. When my husband and I are together, we can try different positions, and after each time
we discuss what happened, we're not embarrassed at all. On the contrary, discussing it makes each time even more exciting and stimulating.
I don't know if other couples do this, but I know that what we do is perfectly normal, and for me, it's just
everyday life.
I was also afraid my husband would have an affair. Although he wasn't a door-to-door salesman,
he did travel for work once or twice a year. I thought he must have had various romantic encounters or opportunities to philander
. In the first year of our marriage, he admitted to fooling around with other women while traveling, and I didn't mind too much,
just telling him to be more hygienic. I thought most men would do the same when their wives weren't around.
So, not long after, he started telling me all about his affairs, even recounting the exciting details. When
I heard him describe those erotic encounters, sometimes his adventures in brothels, I got excited myself. I wanted him to tell me every detail; I wanted to know what those women were like, what they did, and how
my husband reacted to them . Although my husband has had many extramarital sexual encounters, I have never had any. Whether he would mind, I don't know, but the fact is, it never happened. When he leaves me, it's not that I don't want to; frankly , my body desperately needs it. Even so, I force myself not to have an affair. One day, my husband came home and suddenly suggested a wife-swapping game. I couldn't believe my ears. Caught off guard, I vehemently opposed it and felt incredibly humiliated. Here's what happened: He came back from somewhere else that day and told me he'd attended a party with five couples, three of whom brought their wives. My husband and two other single young men had already agreed on who would "swap" whom, and they ended up spending two days and two nights of wild revelry together. He described every detail to me, as if he still longed for those two days and nights of passion. He even described every action in detail. I felt both fascinated and terrified. Then, he announced that he wanted to swap wives with others! In fact, he had already arranged a crazy wife-swapping party with several other couples . After hearing this, I was even more frightened. I couldn't help but burst into tears. I rejected all his suggestions. I felt betrayed, that he was oppressing me, trying to turn me into a promiscuous person. I thought to myself, how could I be naked in front of a complete stranger, how could I let him caress me, or even have sex with me? It was simply impossible, something I could never accept! Our discussion resulted in a huge argument. But my husband wouldn't let go; he kept trying to persuade me, using every trick in the book, from threats to inducements. Finally, I gave in, reluctantly and fearfully agreeing to go to the party. My first party filled me with fear and dread. I didn't even know how to dress myself. That evening, I seemed to have no idea what I wore or how I got dressed before getting into the car. In fact, I didn't know the location of the party I was attending. When I arrived, I saw a couple inside, who seemed to be the hosts. As I went inside, they introduced me to the other guests; my husband already knew them. I noticed they weren't nervous at all; on the contrary, they seemed quite relaxed. They spoke naturally, as if attending a casual gathering of friends. I felt abandoned; even my husband didn't seem to care about me or pay any attention to me. After a while, they seemed to be anticipating new topics and new things, while my mind went completely blank. Later, I wondered what I would become in a little while. At that moment, I suddenly thought I should leave quickly. If I didn't pull back from the brink , I didn't know what would become of me. But soon after, I realized that things weren't like that. Half an hour later, when there was nothing left to say, and after having a drink, the host couple suggested getting down to business. I wanted to take this opportunity to leave, but I couldn't. I knew that if I left, my marriage with my husband might end. I love my husband too much; I couldn't do that! I thought to myself: This must be an old-fashioned wife-swapping gathering. Everyone must find a partner and then go their separate ways to meet. I would be alone with a strange man; I would definitely go crazy. However, the way these people exchanged wives was truly unusual; they actually started in the guest room. This was a scene I had never seen before! Everyone began to undress. It wasn't as terrifying as I'd imagined, because everyone was undressing, and I felt it would be impolite not to. So I followed suit, taking off my clothes until I was completely naked. The room was dimly lit and warm, but I trembled uncontrollably. And then, in my heart-pounding fear, it all began! Everyone took their positions in the living room and started having sex! In my entire life, I had never even imagined such a scene, and I began to watch them with curiosity. I saw two people not far away, embracing and caressing each other, and their actions made my heart pound. My face and body began to burn like fire! I almost forgot I was watching them; instead, I was mimicking their actions. Vaguely, I noticed a man approaching me. He said something, but to this day, I can't remember what he said. Then his hand reached out to me; it felt like he had a hundred arms, and he caressed every part of my body.

I touched him, but actually I didn't feel anything. I watched the couples having sex in front of me, their passionate
movements, and I couldn't help but feel aroused. His hands only made me feel hotter!
Yes, I must have been aroused, because I found myself sitting in the arms of a strange man. He continued
to caress my breasts and thighs. Suddenly, I felt a different kind of sexual excitement than before. I stopped watching other
people's actions and focused on my own. I ignored my partner's appearance and his name; I
knew he was a man, a man with a very developed genital system. I let him enter me, feeling his penis was thick
and hot, and it went deep into my vagina.
Then I happened to see my husband. He was embracing another woman, naked and
beautiful, whom I didn't recognize. She was straddling my husband's lap with her legs spread wide, writhing and swaying
her hips. I guessed that my husband's penis was inside her at that moment. Both of them looked extremely satisfied, practically in ecstasy!
I also felt like I was in heaven. I began to drift into a daze. I hugged the man tightly, and
like my husband hugging the other woman, I desperately rubbed and stroked his penis with my vagina.
After a while, the man picked me up and placed me on the sofa. He grabbed my ankles, raised my legs,
and then forcefully thrust his thick, hard penis into my vagina, pumping wildly. His actions transported me to
places I'd never been before. I couldn't tell if he was enjoying me or I was enjoying him; I felt like I was on a wave of pleasure.
When it was all over, I lay on the floor, limp and powerless, closing my eyes and replaying
the pleasure of my intercourse with the man. I couldn't believe that what I had so terrified was now reliving. I was no longer afraid; I felt an incomparable
pleasure, a pleasure my husband had never given me.
That night didn't end there; the rest of the time was spent in a grand exchange. I had sex with several other men in the living room
several times. I was no longer passive or unwilling. I was unaware of my husband's interactions with other women; I no longer paid attention to
him. I focused on my own enjoyment. I remember that night, besides the two of us, there were other, more
complex games. I vaguely remember even playing sex games with three men. Normally, I would have thought
they were gang-raping me, but at that moment I was completely absorbed. I let each man take turns inserting his penis
into my vagina, thrusting until he ejaculated.
Some say that after attending such a gathering, you'll definitely feel unsatisfied when you get home and want to do it again with your spouse
, but I didn't. I felt completely drained. I lay in bed and fell asleep in less than five minutes. I
slept for thirteen hours, as if I had a wet dream. When I woke up, I felt great, more energetic than before
. I felt full of life, as if I had been reborn, a completely different new person.
When I told my husband about that night, I said I'd never felt so happy, and he laughed and said he'd already told
me. But I still wasn't entirely convinced. I thought I must have been drunk that night, but at the very least, I'd love to go to
the next wife-swapping party. I had to be fully aware of how I felt. Only if it was like that night would I admit it
was truly happy. If it wasn't, I wouldn't go to those lovely yet terrifying parties anymore.
For a week or two after that night, I kept thinking about it. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted the party to happen. I
prepared everything for the next party, determined to see things clearly. I wouldn't accept things blindly; I would
take initiative.
I no longer felt the fear, apprehension, and rebellion I once had. Instead, I could truly experience it for myself
. I could get to know my partner and watch other women
have sex with men without any embarrassment, learning from them.
Another party I attended was even more lively. I initially intended to approach it with a clear mind, but
that clarity lasted only a short time. I ended up spending that night in a state of blissful intoxication. Because that kind of
event was simply intoxicating.
At the start of the party, they played a recording of the previous event. On the large screen, I saw
another man besides my husband, the one I was having sex with for the first time—my first opponent at the last party,
whom I now knew was Mr. Chen. I also witnessed the other three men taking turns having sex.
During the party, I unexpectedly ran into Meimei and Atai, a young newlywed couple who worked at the same company
. I never dreamed they would be at such a place. As a result, my first opponent was Atai. When
all the men and women in the living room were naked, I paid the most attention to Atai. And Atai was also looking at me. At this moment, Mr. Chen
walked towards me again. But when he saw Atai and I making eye contact, he wisely shifted his gaze to other women
. Therefore, Atai and I quickly embraced.
Atai was very strong; I pressed my breasts against his broad chest and felt his whole body trembling. I invited him
to sit on the sofa, and then I sat on his lap. Without saying much, our bodies were already joined. To me
, his penis wasn't as thick or long as Mr. Chen's, and it wasn't even as long as my husband's, but I didn't mind. Besides, I
felt he had his own merits—he was very hard. He penetrated my moist vagina almost effortlessly, like an iron rod
. Then he stood up and, in a fancy "dragon boat with drum" position, carried me around the living room, watching the other
men and women engaged in sexual activity.
The first one I saw was Meimei; she and my husband were lying on the sofa playing the "69" position. This beautiful woman, usually a
refined office lady, was now behaving like a wanton little slut. Her sweet cherry-like lips were
sucking and slurping my husband's glans. But thinking about myself, wasn't I just as much of a slut at that moment?
Atai must have been aroused; he ordered me to lower my legs so he could thrust into me while I stood. His thrusts were
rapid and powerful. Soon I was experiencing ecstasy. Just as he was about to ejaculate, he stopped, then used his
strong arms to lift my body upside down and kiss my vulva. Of course, I also put his glans in my mouth.
He licked and kissed my vulva with incredible pleasure, and then ejaculated into my mouth. I was already ecstatic and also felt a
little thirsty, so I swallowed his semen.
Atai put me on the sofa, giving me a grateful look. He offered to continue giving me oral sex, but I told him to sit down
and rest. Just then, two naked young men approached me as "backup" partners. They were single
men who, during the exchange of partners, would take over if one man ejaculated first
, to prevent the women from getting angry. My husband had played this role before these two gatherings.
The two young men politely offered me their services. I was still young and vibrant, but my skin had aged. I grasped
their erect penises and kept them both. I had seen videos of them playing "sandwich" with other women.
So I made them play with me. One of them was lying on the carpet in front of the sofa, and the woman was on top of him,
letting her vagina envelop his penis. The other young man was behind the woman, inserting his penis into her anus. I
wanted to try it too, but I didn't want to be suffocated, so I suggested we do it standing up, letting them attack from both sides. Both
young men were quite experienced. They coordinated perfectly, sometimes going in and out, sometimes attacking simultaneously, making me
moan loudly. However, by then the hall was already filled with lewd sounds, and my moans were just a
accompaniment to the symphony.
The joyful atmosphere made me lose myself, but afterwards my buttocks hurt for several days. Because my vagina, including my husband's, had
never been penetrated by a man before.
After attending that party, I became even more convinced that sex is the most wonderful thing in the world, and now I'm experiencing an even
more magical part that makes me feel more perfect and excited. I have to admit, I truly
enjoyed myself at the party, and I told myself, "You didn't do anything wrong!"
But I still feel guilty because I didn't let my husband have sex with my anus first. When I apologized to my husband,
he said, "I know you're still a little ashamed, but I'm glad you've found it enjoyable. Don't be afraid, let's
keep going!"
From then on, my view on wife-swapping was completely different. I was glad I had the opportunity to participate in these
gatherings, which not everyone has the chance to attend. After each gathering, I discovered a new kind of fun. Before participating,
I never imagined there would be so many endless sensations that one might never experience in a lifetime. It seems that wife-swapping is not just about exchanging partners
; it involves learning many different sexual techniques, new sensations, and new joys. I can't help but believe that wife-swapping gatherings
bring me endless satisfaction.
I've even tried a two-person sexual game where two people attack me from both sides, and I truly enjoyed it. But
after that buttock pain, I stopped trying things blindly. I only did it when it was appropriate. We believed that anyone could create a
unique sexual game. Later, I tried it with three people, even four or six. The feeling was indescribable
!
On one occasion, when we were performing for a friend, we tried this scene. Two men
lay down with their penises together, and I was on top of them, with one in my vagina and one in my anus, and one in my mouth. My cleavage was also
held by one of the men, and my hands were not idle either. Each hand held a thick, hard penis. We played until all six
men ejaculated in my mouth, vagina, anus, cleavage, and hands.
Only now do I realize that sexual intercourse between men and women is not as simple or formulaic as we imagine. I thought there were
things I had done that others wouldn't, but after attending these gatherings, I learned that many people already
knew these things, and did them more skillfully and superiorly than we did. I learned many different techniques. In matters of sex,
there's no right or wrong; what matters is that you feel pleasure!
For example, no matter how strong and powerful a man is, he can't satisfy a woman full of desire. A
woman can have intercourse for a long time, but a man always needs a rest before he can go again. Many women don't often
have a sexual need, but there are times when they really do. In our group, we discovered a way
to exchange partners.
After attending the gathering, I developed a different perspective on nude magazines and pornographic films. Before, I
would blush whenever I saw those erotic photos. Even when my husband and I looked at them together, we felt embarrassed. Now,
I find those photos to be a very interesting form of stimulation, promoting unrestrained pleasure. I even participated in taking nude photos for the members to keep and reminisce about. In our home, we also keep color photos and videos
of my husband and I having sex with other members . Modern people may limit their sexual activity to a small circle due to civilization and morality. Marriage is a great thing, and we don't need to avoid it, but if sex is conducted secretly between husband and wife, without wife-swapping games, there's not much enjoyment. Those men or women who engage in wife-swapping bring greater satisfaction to a monotonous marriage—something that no matter how honest or sincere the couple is, they cannot achieve. Because both individuals are ultimately limited, their thoughts and actions are even more limited. Therefore, those who support wife-swapping have their own perspectives; everyone has different viewpoints. These gatherings bring more fulfilling sex lives to men and women, making their lives more interesting and satisfying. I know many men and women share my previous thoughts and will strongly oppose my current statements, considering me a harlot. They will surely believe that wife-swapping is not something humans should do, and that those who engage in it will become depraved and strange . But this is not the case. For some, this might be true, but for me, I truly admit that, based on my own judgment, partner swapping is absolutely necessary, and I'm very happy that my husband takes me to these gatherings. I have no regrets ; I feel my body needs this kind of enjoyment, and it makes me more vibrant. I mean, I genuinely enjoy it immensely. As for others, they should have their own thoughts and make their own decisions. I believe that whatever decision they make must be beneficial to themselves. Later, I learned from Meimei how she joined this gathering. Meimei isn't the career-driven type ; she doesn't have much ambition. From a young age, she hoped to marry a good husband and be a good wife and mother. Not long after entering the workforce, she started dating and got married. Meimei has been married to Atai for a year and recently celebrated their anniversary. In this year, Meimei has gone from an unmarried girl to a man's wife, experiencing both the joys and sorrows of living with a man.

On the joyful side, she can be affectionate with her husband and order him to do whatever he wants when she needs it. As for sexual
pleasure, it's the most enjoyable of all she's experienced. She often lies in bed, feigning shyness, repeatedly saying
"No!", but it's actually just a feigned retreat to advance.
Because of her resistance, her husband, Atai, will use every trick in the book to arouse her desire. He'll use every technique he can
until she's panting and repeatedly crying out "I want it!" before proudly mounting the horse and galloping off. After a hard-fought round, her back aches and her bones ache,
she falls asleep, and then, having thoroughly enjoyed herself, she complains that her husband is clueless about romance and knows how to release his pent-up desires.
On the less pleasant side, their different lifestyles and differing opinions naturally lead to many frictions in their daily lives. The crux of the problem
lies in the fact that Atai is merely a low-level employee with a meager income and limited funds for various expenses,
which has led to conflicts.
Meimei often complains that Atai is useless, too busy with work, too busy shining the boss's shoes, and sometimes even
thinking about work during sex. Meimei sometimes wonders if she married too early. She's twenty, and other women her age
are constantly changing boyfriends, surrounded by suitors, while she's destined to be Atai
's exclusive possession.
Meimei has had an intimate relationship with Atai, and in her spare time, she sometimes asks herself
if it's foolish to remain faithful to one man for life.
Since Atai was a decent man, his attempts to please Meimei in bed were merely the same old
tricks; his biggest weakness was his lack of originality. In the initial sweetness of their sex life, Meimei found it
incredibly wonderful and loved Atai to death. So, after only six months of dating, she married him in a whirlwind romance, thinking that she could
enjoy this sweet sex life every night, and that she would die for him.
However, humans are insatiable creatures. Too much sex loses its mystery and that burning
passion. Meimei consulted her close friends, a mix of young and old, and their assessment was that anything done too often becomes
tiresome—an immutable truth. Even eating abalone and shark fin every day eventually becomes boring. The problem is that sex is a thousand times more delicious than eating abalone
. Usually, women have their first sexual experience around seventeen or eighteen, even fourteen or fifteen, and it takes eight to ten years before they gradually
become bored. For Meimei to be bored after only one year of marriage is extremely unusual; it might indicate a problem with one of them.
Women, like men, get animated when talking about relationships, but their approach to sex
differs. Men, when discussing sex, tend to associate it with all sorts of strange phenomena, tell lewd jokes, speak loudly while laughing softly, their laughter both obscene and
wicked, usually frightening the young girls around them. As for the discussions about sex among aunts, cousins, and wives, there's no excessive fantasy or exaggeration. Instead,
they discuss family matters, sharing facts and case studies. They talk about which husband is too tall, which is too short,
and how their wives are sexually frigid, detailing their sexual encounters in detail.
Because they can gain in-depth understanding, carefully verify information, and boldly analyze when discussing sex, if a wife inadvertently
mentions that her husband is impotent, the entire social circle will likely know that he's a "short-statured" man. Many
husbands repeatedly warn against discussing their shortcomings in front of these housewives, as the repercussions could be severe
.
Atai also warned Meimei not to mention his length in front of other friends. In fact, Meimei had never
complained about his length, and she herself didn't know what was wrong with him. However, their sex life seemed to have become routine so quickly
, as if they had already completed a task, losing the sense of bliss and excitement. Meimei's best friend was Feifei, who was ten
years older than her and had been married to Gao Xingcheng for seven years. However, the couple was still very much in love, at least on the surface, neither of them seemed to have lost the seven-year
itch. Feifei analyzed Meimei and Atai's sexual problems and believed that the crux of the problem was that Atai was too serious,
lacked common sense about women, and was also unimaginative and rigid, making his sexual activities unchanging and lacking in novelty.
According to Feifei's analysis, Meimei also made the same mistake: she lacked experience in enjoying sex.
Meimei said to Feifei, "If your analysis is accurate, then it's not difficult to solve. You can become my mentor and teach me more
skills, and then I'll pass on your skills to Atai!"
Feifei laughed and said, "There are two problems with your idea. First, the secrets of lovemaking can't be just talked about;
you have to practice, understand, and integrate them. Second, even if you master the skills and teach them to Atai at night, it won't be enough
, because when Atai sees your skills improve so rapidly in bed, he'll definitely suspect that you've cheated on him!"
Meimei was very frustrated and said, "However, in the long run, won't our marriage just end without a trace?"
Feifei laughed and said, "No, we can still think of a way!"
Meimei immediately asked her what the solution was.
"We can exchange husbands!" Feifei suddenly said.
"Get lost!" Meimei retorted to Feifei, "Instead of teaching me, you're suggesting I swap husbands? Are you just
trying to make me happy?!"
Feifei replied earnestly, "This way, we can strengthen our relationship. Besides, if you
swap husbands through this arrangement, it's far better than your husband being seduced by some vixen, having an affair with her, and then kicking you to the curb."
Meimei was speechless. The thought of being with someone else's husband made her face turn pale, but a strange
excitement welled up inside her. However, she still said, "I've never had this kind of mentality. Let's not discuss this anymore!"
Feifei offered another suggestion, saying, "If you're afraid of your husband and don't dare to speak up, I can grant your wish and
let you have Gao Xing for one night, so he can personally guide you!"

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