Long reprint: The Road to Love Exchange Chapter 111

Chapter 111
Wrapped in a large bath towel, I stepped out of the bathroom and was immediately struck by the sight of Sister Lou kneeling before my husband. The penis that had belonged to me for four years was now appearing and disappearing in her mouth. The shock and impact were immense, and I was momentarily overcome with jealousy.

But then I thought, wasn't my body also exclusively mine? However, including the last time, three men had already played with my body. Thinking of this, I could only sigh softly.

The bed was large enough to fit four people comfortably, yet also small enough that no matter who was on top of me, my heart would always find a beat that matched mine.

Brother Luo was adept at manipulating people; under his guidance, I gradually abandoned the boundaries that a respectable young woman should have. My body was sinking, but my heart was sinking even faster.

Just like the last threesome, my guilt and remorse were repeatedly assaulted by the primal pleasure deep within my body, finally shattering like a rock repeatedly battered by giant waves.

With each climax, my previously heavy body felt light again. I didn't want to admit it, but I had to—this feeling was wonderful.

Speaking of which, I should mention someone, Xi Jialing. She's the mother of one of my students. Our lives were like parallel lines, never intersecting, but by chance, she crossed paths with my husband and entered my life. As a divorced single mother for many years, my husband accurately grasped her deepest vulnerability, and she actually agreed to join us in the swapping community as a single woman.

Initially, I was resistant; the thought of our relationship was incredibly awkward. But under my husband's persuasion, I surprisingly agreed to compete with her, and the opportunity was tonight.

The moment I'd felt incredibly awkward yet secretly excited about had finally arrived. I was finally going to meet one of my students' parents naked, and she was a mother. Jialing was in great shape. Because of the parent-teacher conferences, I was familiar with every parent in the class, but she was undoubtedly the most eye-catching. She had given birth to her daughter in her early twenties and was only in her early thirties now. Compared to some of the parents in the class who were showing signs of aging, she was undoubtedly the most radiant. And tonight, this beautiful single mother would be sharing a bed with me, awaiting the conquest of two men.

Seeing my husband and Jialing so passionately entwined, I felt much less jealous than in the afternoon, perhaps because I was also experiencing Luo Ge's passion.

It was a night even more chaotic than the chaotic afternoon. Five people on one bed enacted a scene I had never seen or even imagined before, and I was, unfortunately, a witness to it all.

Luo Ge confessed his fascination with my body, which led him to repeatedly press himself against me despite his exhaustion. After seeing Jialing off, we finally had some time to rest.

A day of passion left me physically exhausted but mentally incredibly excited. I was somewhat worried about my state; like a child who can't resist delicious food, even though my stomach is already full, I still unconsciously drool whenever I see something tempting.

I was that child. My body was already satiated. Because of so many penetrations, my once-proud, snow-white and pink vulva was now a sickly flushed red. Waves of stinging and itching showed that I was just a little girl who had eaten too much. In the middle of

the night, Brother Luo woke me up, just like Xiaobai did last time. Unable to withstand any more assaults, I could only helplessly take off my underwear to show him the condition of my genitals in the face of his longing eyes. Fortunately, although Brother Luo was lustful, he wasn't a man who didn't know his limits. After discussing it, I finally gave him one last round with my mouth and breasts. This was the first time in my life I had ever had contact with a man in this way, called "sexual intercourse." Even with my husband, I had never used this method—using my breasts to squeeze a man's penis—that I'd only ever seen in adult videos. I had crossed another line.

We completed our first sexual encounter like this. I knew this would never be the last; we had officially stepped into an unknown territory. Would the future be bright or fraught with danger? Nobody knew.

After returning home, I received news from my mother-in-law that we would be going to a relative's wedding in another city in early August. This was a completely new experience for me, as I had never been to a rural area before. I was very happy to have this opportunity. But before that, I pestered my husband to accompany me to fulfill a princess dream: I wanted to go to Disneyland. Two days' tickets plus one night's accommodation were expensive, but what was that compared to the fifty or sixty thousand yuan I'd earned from my trip to Ningbo?

The day I'd been dreaming of finally arrived. I rushed into the park like a giant little girl with Mickey Mouse ears (as my husband said). Everything there captivated me; I instantly forgot my age. We also met a young couple from Qingdao visiting Shanghai. The man was named Ren Qi, and the woman was named Sun Xiaoyan. They were a very sunny college student, and at first glance, I was really attracted by their youthful energy, which reminded me of myself many years ago. At that moment, I certainly didn't imagine that anything would happen between us.

Things took an unexpected turn. We invited them to our room, and the young couple seemed to have some relationship problems. My husband boldly said a few things that created a subtle chemical reaction in the room. The direct result was that Sun Xiaoyan stayed at the hotel with her husband, while I, a woman nearing thirty, actually went to the hotel they had booked with Ren Qi, who was in his early twenties.

On the way back, Ren Qi kept crying quietly, which attracted a lot of attention to our pair, but also made me feel incredibly awkward. Finally, we arrived at the hotel, and Ren Qi tearfully told me their story. He looked just like a wronged little boy, and I was overcome with maternal instincts and hugged him tightly.

Ren Qi wasn't much taller than me; he could wrap his arms around my waist without bending down. Perhaps a woman's body is the best medicine to heal all of a man's wounds. Ren Qi buried his head in my chest like a child, and I comforted him like a true mother. But gradually, I noticed the atmosphere shifting. Ren Qi's soft sobs turned into light panting, and his warm breath on my chest caused subtle changes in me as well.

"Sister, can we... really do this?"

Ren Qi was like a little boy eyeing a delicious snack but unsure if he was allowed to take it.

"Then what do you think Xiao Sun and my husband are doing right now?"

I didn't answer his question directly, but instead posed a rhetorical question.

Ren Qi's expression became somewhat pained, and he closed his eyes. "I don't know."

"Then regardless of what they did or didn't do, I'll let you do what you want right now, are you willing?"

I said this awkward question while breathing softly on him. I heard Ren Qi swallow hard.

My demeanor might have suggested a carefree, even somewhat naive, woman, but the tension I felt inside was completely hidden from others. Just a few days ago, I had my first experience with swapping partners, and now I'd seduced a young, handsome man into a private room, while my husband and his equally young girlfriend were elsewhere.

"Let's take a shower," I gently pulled away from Ren Qi's embrace, inviting him to bathe together.

Ren Qi seemed startled. "We...we'll shower together?"

I shrugged elegantly. "If you don't want to, I'll go first."

As I spoke, I took out a change of underwear from my purse and headed towards the bathroom. This was the fourth man besides my husband I had faced in a short period. I felt my sensitive heart gradually hardening, or perhaps becoming numb. Of the previous three men, the youngest was Xiaobai, only 22 years old, and the oldest was Zhou Wangfa, old enough to be my father. But in front of them, I had always been passively accepting. Third time's the charm, and today was my fourth. I had to take the initiative, especially since this was a naive young man. This was a golden opportunity bestowed upon me by heaven, and I had to take the initiative.

"Sigh! Sister, I..."

Ren Qi hesitated, but I secretly chuckled to myself. No man could resist my allure.

"What's wrong? Do you want to shower first? Sure."

I suppressed a laugh, put the change of underwear back on the bed, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at the shy young man with interest.

"Ah, no, it's me, um... sister, uh... I want to..."

Seeing his blushing face and hesitant expression, I felt a mischievous thrill, but I couldn't bear to tease him any longer. So I got up, walked over to him, and wrapped my arms around his neck again.

"Okay, so you want to shower with your sister?" I said, quickly giving him a light peck on the lips.

Ren Qi gave a soft "hmm." I didn't know if he was still thinking about his girlfriend, Sun Xiaoyan, who was far away, but I didn't care anymore. We stripped off our clothes in the room and walked naked into the bathroom hand in hand.

Ren Qi was very lean, unlike my husband's muscular build. When he touched my breasts with his trembling hand, I grabbed his already swollen and hard penis. He let out a woman's moan, his whole body trembling. At that moment, I almost thought he was going to have sex, and I quickly let go.

Our brief shared bath allowed us to become familiar with each other's bodies. After leaving the bathroom, I lay in bed and secretly took a picture of him while he was drying off, then sent it to my husband. This gave me a small, thrilling feeling of doing something naughty.

Back in the room, Ren Qi seemed less embarrassed, which reminded me of myself. After my first time exposing myself, I quickly overcame my shyness. Ren Qi hesitated only briefly before rolling around naked with me under my inviting gaze.

"Hey, guess what they'll think if they see us like this?"

Ren Qi, who was nibbling at me, paused for a moment.

"Don't you want to know how strong your love really is? Let's try it." I said, picking up my phone from the bedside table and switching to camera mode. Ren Qi glanced at the lens and continued his efforts on my breasts.

Click! Another photo was sent to my husband. That night—or rather, that short period of time—while it didn't give me much physical pleasure, the psychological stimulation was immense.

Neither of us brought condoms, and hotels like the amusement park, which are family-friendly, naturally wouldn't provide them, so we did it without condoms the whole time. Ren Qi obediently ejaculated on me at my request.

But the second time, well, that was my fault. Not quite satisfied, I practically forced myself on this young man again. Using the woman-on-top position, I was too lazy to get up and avoid him at the last moment, and because of my laziness, I was raped again.

The next morning, we went our separate ways. I returned to the amusement park hotel and woke up to find my husband, still fast asleep from our excessive indulgence the night before. This thieving couple had slept with a young college couple, and after a wild night, we immediately threw ourselves into the amusement park activities the next day.

We thought this young couple was just a fleeting presence in our lives, merely adding a bright splash to our wildly promiscuous lives, but only half a day later, fate brought us together again because of Sun Xiaoyan's disappearance.

In this high-tech era and society, finding a missing person isn't difficult. My husband found Xiao Sun almost effortlessly. She just wanted some peace and quiet; she didn't intend to disappear completely. I never imagined that our presence would drastically alter their lives. A couple on the verge of breaking up suddenly had the possibility of staying together. I was overjoyed to learn the details.

That night, having missed their train, they stayed at our house. Surprisingly, Xiao Sun suggested we try the swapping game again, this time together. That night, it was incredibly passionate… well… sigh, I was so tired at work the next day.

This summer was destined to be eventful. Not long after returning from Disneyland, my husband took me on a romantic cruise. I was filled with anticipation for the ultra-luxury hotel at sea, which I'd only ever heard of but never experienced. Joining us were Jia Ling and her daughter. Xia Siqi was excited about the holiday trip with Teacher Chen, while I had a more romanticized view of her mother joining us.

Jialing's appearance certainly brought a different experience to my husband and me, but unexpectedly, I was the one who had more stories to tell on this cruise.

I don't know if it was because of Zhou Wangfa, but I found that I was not as disgusted by the ambiguous signals that older men were sending me as before. I met Zhang Shuigen at the casino on the ship. His flamboyant clothes, which were out of place for his age, made him look like an old Shanghai gentleman. None of the elders around me were like him, but he aroused my curiosity for a while. Seeing that I, a beautiful young woman, did not immediately show him disgust, Zhang Shuigen quietly wrapped himself around me like a vine. It was not that I did not know his intentions, nor that I did not know that my ambiguous attitude would make him cling to me, but I, being playful, did not seem to be afraid of what might happen in the future. Since I was fearless, I played a cat-and-mouse game with him with great interest, to the point that when he finally said that if he helped me win a thousand US dollars, I would have to repay him with my body, I ambiguously accepted.

To be honest, I'm not sure if I ever considered having anything indescribable with him. I don't know if I developed a father complex after Zhou Wangfa, always fantasizing about having sex with some unassuming old men. As

I watched my chips, spun with Zhang Shuigen's help, slowly approach a thousand US dollars, I was filled with anxiety. I was unwilling to accept that he hadn't contributed anything, just relying on luck to get me to give myself to him. But scenes with Zhou Wangfa kept flashing through my mind, and I repeatedly, either willingly or unwillingly, gave up the chance to escape unscathed before I had enough chips. Finally, that moment arrived amidst my anxious waiting.

Oh, and my husband too. I had asked him for help several times, but he didn't reply to my messages until I had completely won a thousand US dollars. Only then did he leisurely reply, and he even told me to follow my feelings. My final decision was to follow this old man to a gender-neutral toilet stall designated by my husband. He lifted my skirt, pulled down my underwear, and inserted his enormous, incredibly arousing member into my body.

It was truly a double stimulation of body and mind. In the confined space, I lay on the toilet like a little female dog, my buttocks raised, welcoming an old man's comings and goings. My husband was right next door, listening to everything through a thin wooden board. Under such stimulation, I experienced two orgasms in a short period of time.

Actually, something else happened before this. In terms of its impact on my future life, if that incident could be considered a major explosion, Zhang Shuigen's incident wouldn't even be a small firework.

In the afternoon, when the four of us were enjoying the sunshine at the bow of the boat, I unexpectedly encountered a man, a very handsome man, a handsome man who made even a mature young woman like me flutter my heart. But to be honest, the so-called fluttering heart was only for a moment. I love my husband very much, so much so that I have never thought of betraying him, so I was very indifferent to that man, even though he still smiled in the face of my indifference. That smile was very charming.

My husband once told me that I could pursue physical pleasure as long as I liked it and didn't hide it from him. However, at the time, I instinctively felt a sense of danger towards this excessively handsome man. Seeing my aloof demeanor, he backed off.

I initially thought it was just a simple encounter, something that would pass. But we met again after the show that evening. He still had that bright smile, and I saw his female companion—a young, beautiful, and fashionable girl with striking blonde hair that exuded a free-spirited personality. I tried to act naturally, but I couldn't hide it from my husband. I could only explain to him that a man's looks are just that—looks—and I didn't care. Yes, that's what I thought at the time, but fate would play such a cruel trick on me.

While I was diligently working towards my goal of earning a thousand dollars, I unexpectedly ran into him again when I left to use the restroom. This time, it was just the two of us.

"Hi, beautiful, what a coincidence!" he said, still with his signature charming smile.

"Hello." I tried to suppress the awkwardness that often comes over a woman when she sees a handsome man.

Just as I was about to slip away, he stopped me.

"Excuse me, could you please move aside?" I said politely.

"Do you believe in fate?" he asked with a smile.

"Yes, why?"

"We've met three times today. Is such a connection worth pursuing?"

The man's refined question made my heart skip a beat—such a blatant hint! It seemed this man was quite confident in his looks's power over women.

Just as I was about to refuse and walk around him, his voice came again.

"I see you're so friendly to that ugly old man. Are you really willing to give up this connection with me?"

I hesitated for a moment. My husband's words encouraging me to pursue happiness flashed through my mind, and my heart finally pounded with a rhythm I could clearly feel.

Seeing my hesitation, the man's smile grew even more alluring. He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Pretend to be sick tomorrow and don't disembark. I'll come find you." He then gently breathed into my ear and turned to leave gracefully.

Watching his departing figure, I felt utterly bewildered. I'm not good at refusing people; I hadn't even said a word of agreement before inexplicably agreeing to a man's flirtatious request. This made me feel incredibly useless. But I quickly found myself in a dilemma, which surprised even myself. I was actually hesitating about whether to deceive my husband!

I had just told him I didn't care about that man's stunning good looks, but now I was begging him to let me stay on the ship and have sex with him? I couldn't bring myself to say it. I was afraid my husband would look down on me. I was afraid his so-called "enjoyment" was just a polite remark, like an adult telling a child, "It's okay, eat as much as you want," but when the child wolfs down their favorite food, it often draws strange looks from the adults, as if to say, "I told you to eat whatever you want, but you really don't appreciate it."

After much hesitation, I finally made a decision—a decision I would deeply regret.

The man's name was Zuo Han. I only realized he wasn't alone when I got to his room; another handsome man named Zhuo Haiyu was there. Today, I was facing a threesome without my husband present, which terrified me.

The whole process is best left unsaid. In these two men's eyes, women seemed to be nothing more than tools to express their desire for conquest. Even a woman as aloof and elegant as me was manipulated into a mere object of their lust.
I did experience physical pleasure during this tryst, but it paled in comparison to the humiliation and guilt I felt towards my husband. I sat on the bed for two or three hours, clutching my phone containing the shameful video, like an emotionless doll. This damned emotion finally broke when my husband returned, anxiously touching my forehead and asking if I was alright. I hysterically confessed my remorse to him, feeling I had betrayed his trust and didn't deserve his love.

To my surprise, my husband didn't scold me at all, not even a harsh word. Instead of blaming me, he blamed himself, as if it were all his fault. I was incredibly ashamed. I swear, even if he wanted me to die, I would have jumped off the balcony into the endless sea without hesitation.

My husband's retaliation began quickly. This wise man used a bloodless method to instantly strip two bad men who had used their good looks to hook up with rich girls back to their original state, turning them into penniless bastards. This blow was more painful for them than killing them. During this process, my husband also met Zuo Han's girlfriend, the fashionable, blonde heiress Shi Mengyun—a woman whose future would be difficult to predict.

I never imagined that our five-day, four-night luxury cruise would end in such a bittersweet way, and the upcoming rural trip would be another nightmare.

After the cruise, our family of four was supposed to embark on our rural trip, but unfortunately, my father-in-law injured his back at this time. The trip for four became a three-person journey for my husband, my mother-in-law, and me.

After a morning's drive, we arrived at this place that my mother-in-law had described as somewhat frightening. However, contrary to my expectations of a poor and desolate place, it turned out to be a typical example of a well-developed new rural area. Wide roads and impressive houses—all these things demonstrated that this place was far removed from the image my mother-in-law had in mind.

My aunt's family was very polite, especially towards my arrival, as they were all filled with curiosity. The women looked at me with amazement and envy, while the men's gazes held a more ambiguous meaning. This included a man named Lu Dagang. Apparently, he and my husband were childhood playmates, but my husband clearly didn't have a good impression of him, always treating him with a lukewarm and somewhat wary attitude. Influenced by my husband and following his instructions, I also kept my distance from him.

I was filled with curiosity about everything here. Even when I unexpectedly learned the next day that I would be a bridesmaid, I was more excited than shocked. I loved the lively atmosphere of weddings, and even enjoyed being labeled a "bridesmaid who ruins the wedding" because of my overly prominent appearance. Even though my husband sitting next to me looked more worried than anything else, I didn't care at all.

I have to say that my husband and I, being both silly and goofy, were a perfect match. He was the guiding light that God sent to this blind person. He understood me better than I understood myself. My natural ability to attract attention finally came into play, and the wedding night's pranks in the bridal chamber really turned into a farce. The three bridesmaids, including myself, became victims of a large-scale molestation.

As a frail woman, I desperately tried to protect myself from the attack of over a dozen lustful, burly men, but ultimately, I was outnumbered. In a daze, I felt a pair of strong arms lift me up and carry me away. Then I witnessed my bloodthirsty husband single-handedly fighting off the bastards who had bullied me. Later, I learned that the person who carried me away from that bridal chamber, which had become a den of iniquity, was none other than Lu Dagang, the man my husband had always been wary of. This drastically changed my perception of him.

I have to admire my recent resilience; I actually recovered from such a humiliating experience in just one night. This greatly relieved my mother-in-law, who had been with me after my husband left to discuss the aftermath.

The family dinner that evening was our last proper meal here. Thinking about leaving tomorrow, the three of us felt a sense of relief. I felt that I had been particularly prone to attracting trouble lately, partly due to my husband's encouragement, but also partly due to my own actions. It seems I should go to some efficacious temple to burn incense when I get back.

That night, Da Gang, who had drunk too much, had a minor argument with my husband. It was all for my sake; I couldn't let my husband and wife be the ones fighting for me. I had to share the burden, at least in terms of protecting myself. So, I gently gave Da Gang a way out, even going so far as to drink a traditional marital toast with him.

But I never expected that the biggest nightmare of this trip to the countryside would finally arrive on this last night.

After the banquet, we all went home to rest. I went to my room to get a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom, about ten meters from my bedroom, to take a shower.

"Hey, sister-in-law, where are you going?" Da Gang, reeking of alcohol, suddenly appeared in front of me, startling me.

"Ah, it's Brother Da Gang. I was just about to take a shower. You're not home yet?"

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Da Gang said, but his eyes kept glancing towards our bedroom. "Um, Little Fatty isn't asleep yet

, is he?" "Not yet. Are you looking for him?"

"Haha, I'm not looking for him. Actually... I'm looking for you." Da Gang's eyes gleamed with a lewd light. I knew from my husband that he had designs on me, but these past few days, because of my husband and mother-in-law, he had been relatively well-behaved. The incident at the banquet tonight was just him pretending to be drunk. I didn't believe he would dare to do anything to me here, so I was quite nonchalant.

"Looking for me? What do you want?"

Da Gang looked around and then took out his phone. After tapping a few times, he turned the screen towards me. I was curious about what he was going to show me, so I unconsciously leaned over. What I saw made me cover my mouth.

A video was playing on the screen—or rather, a very explicit video. A tall, thin young man was on top of a voluptuous young woman, moving vigorously. Both of them were moaning with pleasure. How could I not recognize myself in the video?

It was my passionate encounter with Ren Qi at the Disney Toy Story Hotel, filmed at my husband's request to spice things up later. But due to our busy schedules, we hadn't actually watched it, and I'd forgotten about it in a corner of my phone. How did it end up in Da Gang's hands? That's

right! He said his phone was dead this afternoon and borrowed mine to make a call, for about ten minutes. So that's what happened.

I suppressed my anger and asked him as calmly as possible, "What do you mean by this?"

"Hehe, sister-in-law, I'll be honest with you. I've been thinking about you a lot these past few days. You're leaving tomorrow, and if I don't act now, I'll miss my chance, and that would be a lifelong regret."

"So?" I asked coldly.

To be honest, I didn't like this man in front of me, who wasn't even as tall as me, was burly and rude, and treated his wife, Danhong, so crudely. But ever since he carried me out of that chaotic wedding night scene, my opinion of him changed drastically. If he hadn't used this method, but instead clung to me like a shameless, persistent dog, I might have softened and agreed. But he was threatening me.

"So, sister-in-law? Think about it, what will Xiao Pang think if he sees this video? Won't this affect your relationship?"

Hearing this, my eyes suddenly lit up. I had been so caught up in the shame and anger of being coerced that I hadn't considered what would happen if he took the video to my husband…

My wide eyes narrowed instantly. "Fine, go ahead and try! I'm telling you, I absolutely hate being threatened! Get out of my way!"

But I had only taken two steps when Da Gang stopped me again. "
What else do you want to do? " Da Gang's expression turned cold. "

Hmph, sister-in-law, I'm a respectable person here. If you two don't give me any face, don't blame me for turning on you."

"Fine, go ahead and turn on me!"

"Hmph, aren't you afraid your husband will see it? Fine, I'll post it online and make you famous, how about that?"

"Go ahead and post it, I'm just worried about not becoming famous." I also started acting like a rogue.

"You...you're something else, hehe, you're not afraid of your husband finding out or anyone else finding out, I really can't do anything with you."

I smugly snorted, walked around him, and continued walking.

"What do you think about letting your mother-in-law see it?" "

Da Gang's smug voice rang out behind me.

I turned around abruptly, a look of panic flashing across my face. He definitely noticed that, because a smug smile was plastered on his face.

My mother-in-law and I get along very well. Although she harbors some resentment because I haven't had children yet, she's a very magnanimous woman and wouldn't hold a grudge against me for a minor disagreement. But even the most magnanimous woman wouldn't allow her daughter-in-law to have an affair with another man, would she? In that case, even my husband might not be able to protect me from his mother's wrath. Even if he reluctantly confessed everything to her, she would likely favor her son and take all the blame out of selfishness." All the blame fell on me. Even if my mother-in-law was incredibly magnanimous and tolerated all of this, how could I face her for the rest of my life?

My rapidly shifting thoughts made my face uncertain. There was only one way to prevent those terrible possibilities: to submit to this hateful man. But how could I tell my husband all this? Tell him? With his fiery temper, he would definitely fight Da Gang without hesitation, but that would still risk being exposed. Don't tell him? I already made a mistake on the cruise ship, and my husband's magnanimity still makes me ashamed. Could I hide it from him a second time? I was caught in a painful dilemma.

"Hehe, it was just once, it's not a big deal. Everything will be resolved after that. Anyway, we're going back to Shanghai first thing tomorrow morning."

My breathing became heavy. "Then you promise to delete the video in front of me afterwards?"

Da Gang became excited upon hearing my tone. "Definitely, I promise!" "

In the middle of the night, while my husband was fast asleep, I, who hadn't slept at all, quietly got out of bed. Da Gang was

quite bold; the place we arranged to meet was actually the same room where the Lu family had held their wedding banquet during the day. He had been there for a while, shirtless, wearing only baggy boxer shorts, with a round beer belly like a three- or four-month pregnant woman, and a thick tuft of chest hair. His greasy appearance made me nauseous, a feeling I had never experienced even when facing the older and uglier Zhou Wangfa and Zhang Shuigen.

It was a humiliating experience. I forced myself to endure the grief and nausea while engaging in the most primal act of mating with a crude man, experiencing absolutely no pleasure. During this time, the smug Da Gang even threatened to possess me permanently! Fine, I may be a weak woman, but that doesn't mean I..." Without anger or dignity, I'll keep my promise this time, but if you ever want to touch me again, you're dreaming! Deleting the video? Whatever. You want to tell my mother-in-law? Go ahead. You think you can keep me under your thumb because of my weakness? Dream on! A girl who grew up in the comfort of the city has her own spirit!

This matter couldn't be kept from my husband after all. He once again demonstrated his methods and wisdom. Unlike the last time, which was bloodless, this time, there was blood.

When I saw Lu Dagang, who was so arrogant last night, covered in blood scabs, limping like a wronged child hiding behind his mother glaring at his enemy, I actually wanted to laugh, but I didn't, because I cried.

Lu Dagang paid a price not only for his body for abusing me, but also for his wife, Dong Danhong, a pitiful woman who married the wrong person.

Many people say that couples can't escape the seven-year itch, but ironically, many couples nowadays don't even last seven years. My husband and I encountered a passion crisis after four years of marriage, while Qianyi, who married a year earlier than me, faced an even bigger and more dangerous crisis. Her brother-in-law, Gao Jian, was always busy with work and neglected her feelings, which finally caused Qianyi to explode, and their marriage was in trouble.

My husband's desperate theory almost made my jaw drop. Having an affair with my cousin and cousin-in-law was something I never dared to think about. No matter how bold I am, I'm not bold enough to mess around with family members, so this burden naturally fell on my husband's shoulders, Qianyi's cousin-in-law and ex-boyfriend. And I, who was just an observer in the whole affair, unintentionally got caught up in another ridiculous incident.

Lacking affection and raised under the care of his older sister, deliveryman Xiao Wang unexpectedly entered my life. Even my brave and intelligent husband was momentarily at a loss when facing him, completely losing the imposing presence he once displayed when beating up pretty boys.

Watching my husband, wandering aimlessly like a headless fly in the nearly forty-degree heat, I felt so sorry for him and so guilty. So I decided to talk to him again.

I swear my so-called "talking to myself" was just to have a good talk with this young man, to try to untangle his knots as a confidante. But heaven knows why I ended up undressing in front of him, using my body to soothe his soul. Maybe it's because I'm an only child, and there are no younger children in my family. My unreleased instinct to care for others transformed into a maternal instinct in his presence.

To differentiate myself from my previous two self-serving pronouncements, I came up with a plan. I dug out our long-unused digital camcorder and decided to record everything to prove to my husband that I wasn't just a foolish woman who only caused trouble.

This matter was ultimately resolved satisfactorily, one of the few truly successful things I've ever done.

When I was a child, I longed for the two annual holidays. Little did I know that as an adult, I would choose the teaching profession, making summer and winter vacations a lifelong part of my life. Of all the summers I've experienced, this year's was undoubtedly the most special and memorable, adding another significant chapter to our lives just before the year ended.

Organized by Brother Luo, we and five other couples embarked on a three-day, two-night group sex trip. The six men and six women, including myself, had to spend two nights together through a lottery system, which initially excited me greatly. Perhaps I'm just a woman who naturally dislikes being alone.

My partner on my first night—well, let's call him that for now—was Ye Zhihui, a 37-year-old man, nine years older than me. He didn't display the vigor and stamina expected of a man in his thirties or forties in bed. Instead, he acted like a child, constantly making silly and even somewhat perverted requests. For example, he liked me to lie naked on the bed while he knelt at my feet, holding my feet and licking my toes. At first, this felt novel, but after a while, it only made me drowsy.

In short, the first night wasn't as exciting or blissful as I had imagined. So much so that I actually had the energy to get up early for a morning run the next day. But when I went downstairs and saw my husband wrapped in a blanket sleeping in the living room, I was startled. Did we not even have a good first night?

Later, I learned that my husband had politely declined the temptation of a threesome and slept alone in the living room. He actually had a much more comfortable night than I did.

My personality is rather timid, and I don't know how to refuse, which directly results in me being easily pestered and unable to shake off. Perhaps this sounds like I'm shirking responsibility, but my good looks and indecisive personality have always been a problem for me since childhood.

Dai Zhicun, a bespectacled and refined man, was the first man I got to know in this group. I spent most of the trip from Shanghai to the farmhouse in his passenger seat. He was cheerful, humorous, and extremely gentlemanly, all of which left a deep impression on me. So, when I ran into him the next afternoon, I accepted his ambiguous invitation almost immediately after only a moment's hesitation.

I had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but I tried my best to convince myself that this was just a small part of a larger drama, little did I know that it would cause a storm.

Beneath Dai Zhicun's gentlemanly exterior lay a strong physique and a wild heart. The sensations he brought me were completely different from the lukewarm feeling of the previous night. I finally understood why those exhilarating screams I heard from Mo Haoyue's room across the hall the night before had come—it was true pleasure, though it only lasted a few minutes, but I felt a sense of being about to be conquered.

But just as I was about to reach the peak of my desire, someone suddenly burst into the room, like a bucket of cold water poured on a raging fire, pulling me down from my climax. My husband was standing right in front of me. I don't understand why I acted like a harlot caught in the act by her husband. I had mentally prepared myself beforehand, making everything seem natural, but when I was actually facing my husband, I made myself act so pathetic.
Like a foolish child who, despite making a mistake, insisted on throwing firecrackers into a pile of crackling, sparking ashes to see if it would still ignite. The result was that my usually gentle husband, unusually, exploded in front of me. At that moment, all I knew was that I had done something wrong again. All the previous pleasure vanished. I felt I would pay any price to see my husband smile, but I messed things up again.

Faced with my husband's renewed forgiveness, my heart was breaking, having repeatedly made mistakes yet still recklessly continuing down this foolish path. If my husband told me now that because I hadn't behaved, we would never play this game again, I promised to tighten my belt and never let any other man touch me. But ultimately, neither my husband nor I could escape the temptation of this delicious treat.

The evening's draw went smoothly. Dai Zhicun, who had been disqualified because of my affair, was reinstated, but my husband spoke up for him, so he couldn't choose me. Naturally, I was grouped with Bai Yuyang. I didn't feel anything special about this chubby guy I'd played a flirtatious game with the day before, but ultimately, these games are just about finding temporary physical sustenance, not emotional investment, so I accepted it.

My husband was drawn by Wang Ziyan—or rather, she snatched him away. I never expected the usually quiet and aloof Wang Ziyan to take the initiative for my husband; it made me a little jealous.

Back in my room, I told Bai Yuyang to take a shower while I sat on the bed, lost in thought. I couldn't pretend the afternoon's events hadn't happened. My husband hadn't shown any concern or desire to end the game during our conversation. Since he was so worried, I needed to think of ways to ensure a smoother future. But then, a sudden thought startled me.

The initial learning curve for our sex games was quite steep; we'd even tried it with four or five people in one bed. But thinking back, there had never been a time when one person was an observer watching the other's entire sexual encounter. Should I go see my husband, or should he come see me?

I almost immediately decided to have my husband come see me. At the time, I naively thought that the reason he was angry that afternoon was because it was the first time he'd seen me having sex with another man as an observer, and he felt uncomfortable. It was like seasickness; since I couldn't escape it, I had to try to adapt. Yes, that was my thought at the time. So I made a bold decision: I went upstairs and invited my husband down to watch me and Bai Yuyang have sex!

My seemingly unreliable decision turned out to have a surprising and positive effect, instantly lifting my spirits. Bai Yuyang even seemed more agreeable to me now. But then, this seemingly honest and unassuming fat man made a suggestion that left me speechless: to invite one of his friends who lived nearby to join us for a threesome. Of course, I initially refused, but I'm still the same old me, unable to resist his persistent pleading. I kept using my personality as an excuse to break my own boundaries, ultimately veering further and further down the wrong path.

When people make mistakes, they comfort themselves by saying it's the last time, that they'll be more careful next time. But a next time always comes, and perhaps one of those next times will be the final straw.

I won't deny that the threesome gave me an unforgettable thrill, so much so that even after so many things happened later, I would still tell my husband that I enjoyed this kind of swapping game, that I liked having sex with different men, and that while having sex with them, I would always have images of my husband having sex with other women flashing through my mind—that kind of pleasure drove me to madness.

Even though this taboo game indirectly caused us to lose our first child, we both recovered quickly after a brief period of pain. I don't know if this is a good medicine for healing or a poison that makes us addicted and numb our consciousness.

Sex, a word that everyone is sensitive to or even allergic to, has become as simple and ordinary to me as eating and breathing. The swapping game is like a desensitization therapy, making me not take those physical things seriously at all. Whenever this happens, I comfort myself, "Forget it." The great scientist Maslow also believed that sex is one of the most basic needs, on par with eating, drinking, and defecating. No one will blush if they eat an extra piece of braised pork for dinner.

Every woman is restless at heart. The only difference is that you will blush if you eat three pieces of braised pork, while her limit is four pieces. I am the one who can eat until I'm stuffed without blushing because I have a loving husband who is always worried that I'm not full. He will take me out for another swapping feast right after we finish eating hot pot, even though that feast is always associated with a slightly sour and smelly taste in my mind.

Shi Mengyun, the woman I'd come to call sister, reappeared in our lives. To outsiders, she was a carefree, wealthy heiress, living a life of luxury even while paralyzed in bed. But after we opened up to each other, I discovered she was actually a pitiful girl with a heart full of wounds. I could sense a hint of dependence on my husband, even a secret crush, but I never considered the implications. I trusted my husband, I trusted myself, and I trusted this young woman's integrity. So, in a half-drunk, half-awake state, whether willingly or unwillingly, my husband and I slept with her. Haha, I was quite proud of myself.

That night, my husband was a little unusual. During our intimacy, he asked me a question that threw me into a panic: he asked if I would ever secretly seek passion away from him. Would I? Not only have I done it, I've even tried it. The threesome at the resort was yet another instance of concealment. I didn't have the courage to bring up this experience with my husband. The heavy pressure sometimes made it hard to breathe. Countless times I wanted to confess, but as time went on, my sense of侥幸 (a gambler's mentality) grew stronger. I told myself there couldn't be a next time, and even secretly hoped my husband would find out about it himself, even if he came to confront me again in a rage.

The one-night stand gave me an extremely pleasurable experience, but it also left me listless the next day, which directly led to another crisis. It seems I'm destined to keep falling for different men. This time it was a student's parent; I didn't even know his name, but I still lost my virginity to him because of my own self-talk and my so-called efforts to share the burden with my husband.

This man is a bastard. He seems honest but is actually wicked. I thought he could resolve the crisis by touching me a few times, but he forced me to have sex with him in a mall corridor, a place with little privacy. When I bent over, my hands braced against the fire hydrant, he pulled down my underwear from behind and entered me. In his excitement, he slapped my buttocks loudly, almost exposing our actions. I can't imagine how I would feel if others saw my shameful behavior. Ironically, even in that dangerous situation, I felt pleasure, which made me suspect that I was a lewd woman at heart.

Knowing when to stop is a virtue, but that man surnamed Fang didn't understand this. Having tasted the sweetness, he wanted to possess me again, but my husband suddenly appeared and ruined his plans, which sealed his and his family's tragic fate.

Then some things happened. My mother's distant relatives came to Shanghai, and by some twist of fate, I ended up having some indescribable things with my distant cousin. After that, I met Sister Jin and her husband. Sister Jin and Brother Lu and their husband are both good people. If possible, I wouldn't mind hanging out with them a few more times, but I don't know if I'll have that chance anymore because I met a woman who changed the course of my life.

Her appearance came after a series of upheavals at a class reunion. By the way, speaking of that reunion, I can't help but mention my best friend from college—Zhao Mingxue. She's a pitiful woman; the man she married was actually her husband's high school classmate. At first, I was overjoyed by this relationship, thinking it was a destiny ordained by heaven. But later, I started calling her "that woman." Only I know how much bitterness and sweetness we went through. I don't really hate her. My personality makes it hard for me to truly hate someone. As I said, she's a pitiful woman, but beyond pitiful, there's also something tragic and hateful about her.

Let's get back to the woman who changed the course of my life. I didn't know her, and I had no idea where she got my number. Not one to answer calls from unknown numbers, I hesitated until the third ring before finally answering.

"Hello, is this Ms. Chen Xinyue?"

"Yes, who is this?"

I was wondering what kind of sales pitch was going on so persistently when the other person chuckled.

"Hehe, Ms. Chen doesn't need to know who I am. You just need to know that I know you very well."

"You...what do you want?"

"It's not very convenient over the phone. Would you be willing to meet me after work?"

"Why would I meet you when I don't even know you?"

The woman's abrupt request infuriated me, and I hung up.
Sure enough, the calls continued relentlessly. My stubbornness flared up, and I hung up again. After five or six attempts, I realized with despair that if I didn't answer, this woman could keep calling until I got off work.

"Hey, I'm still at work. What do you want?!"

The woman's voice was colder than before. "You think I'm a salesperson? It seems Ms. Chen isn't very worldly-wise, otherwise she wouldn't be so disregard for her own and those around her's safety."

"What do you mean?"

"Your husband, Mr. Lu Jianhao, your father, Mr. Chen Tianfu, and your mother, Ms. Peng Xueqin, must be people you care about a lot, right?"

"You... how do you know my family's information?" My voice trembled slightly.

The woman didn't answer my question, but just continued, "Six o'clock tonight, you know the Origin Pub not far from your school, right? See you there."

Then she hung up the phone.

I was stunned, not understanding why this kind of plot, which only happens in movies and TV dramas, had come to me. I finished the rest of my workday with a nervous heart. Before leaving work, I told my husband that a colleague was treating me to dinner and I would be home late. Then, full of questions, I walked into the Origin Pub.

This is a slow-paced bar about three or four blocks away from the school, a fifteen-minute walk away. Bars that open at this time usually have a relaxed atmosphere, but there are still not many people at six o'clock on a weekday, so the woman in black who is greeted as soon as you enter is particularly noticeable.

He seemed to recognize me, waving at me from afar as I stood at the door, like a long-lost friend.

I hesitated before sitting down opposite her, carefully observing the woman before me. She was probably in her early thirties, not particularly striking in appearance, but her well-dressed clothes and exquisite makeup made her quite pleasing to the eye.

The woman was also observing me, her eyes full of admiration. "Miss Chen is truly naturally beautiful, the kind that would make any woman's heart flutter. A beauty like you, so open and generous to all, is truly a blessing for men."

Her first words, slightly teasing and sarcastic, made my heart pound.

"Who are you?!"

"I told you who I am isn't important. I'm just a small fry, a messenger, a messenger for the big shot behind me." She pointed a finger at the unseen back.

I forced myself to calm down from my anxious and angry state.

"Then why did this big shot you mentioned contact me?"

The woman smiled slightly at me. "Would you like something to drink?"

Her erratic train of thought was driving me crazy.

"I...I didn't come here to drink with you, I'm..."

"Waiter."

The woman snapped her fingers casually.

"What would you like, miss?"

"A mojito and a Long Island Iced Tea, please."

"Okay, just a moment."

The woman turned back to me and slowly said, "Chen Xinyue, female, 28 years old, homeroom teacher of Class 2, Grade 7 at Shanghai Mingde School, head of the Grade 7 English teaching and research group. In her six years in office, she has won the Teaching Newcomer Award, the District Teaching Design Innovation Award, the District Backbone Teacher Award, the Excellent Teaching and Research Group Leader Award, and also, the Most Beautiful Teacher Award."

My body trembled.

The woman ignored my reaction and continued, "Perhaps you think this information is nothing, you can find it online. Next, let's look at this." As she spoke, she pulled out a folded piece of paper from somewhere and slowly unfolded it in front of me.

"Married at 24, husband Lu Jianhao. Three years after marriage, they began to experience disharmony in their sex life, so the couple discussed rekindling their long-lost passion in a completely new way. So, starting in July, they tried *** games. Wow, you guys are really fashionable." The woman didn't forget to look up and mock me as she read.

“It’s been over three months since then… Let me count, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5…”

“That’s enough!” I slammed my already clenched fists on the table in anger, the sound echoing loudly in the quiet space.

“Who are you? Did you come here just to humiliate me?” I asked in a trembling voice.

“Humiliate you?” The woman chuckled. “If you don’t even think there’s anything wrong with what you’re doing, why should I use this to humiliate you?”

My chest heaved violently, filled with too many emotions: doubt, tension, anxiety, anger. These different emotions were intertwined, almost making me explode, but just when I thought I was about to collapse, I suddenly calmed down. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

“What’s your name, miss?”

The woman looked at me with some surprise, seemingly astonished that the expected breakdown hadn’t occurred.

“My surname is Pan, Pan Chengchen.”

“Miss Pan, could you please stop playing games with me? It seems you really know a lot about us. What exactly did you come to see me about today?”

“Hehe, Miss Chen is smarter than I thought. Looks like you've saved me a lot of trouble.”

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but I must state this in advance.” This time, I interrupted her. “First of all, we don’t have much money. Secondly, if you’re threatening to release the information you possess, have you even bothered to find out if I’m truly afraid of it being made public?”

The woman paused, then giggled.

At this moment, the waiter brought over the two cocktails we had ordered. Perhaps we had made a bit of a commotion, because he kept glancing back and forth at us while serving.
Pan Chengchen pushed the Long Island Iced Tea in front of me. “Do you know what other names this mildly alcoholic beverage has?”

I scoffed, “The Date Away Drink.”

“Do you know why I ordered it for you?”

I stubbornly turned my head away without speaking.

“Because, from now on you’re going to lose something, something women cherish.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m not an innocent girl, I’m a married woman, and a married woman who’s been with any man for years. What else is there to lose?”

“You don’t have much money. The only valuable things you own are that 90-square-meter, two-bedroom apartment with about four million yuan still under a twenty-year mortgage, and that four-year-old domestic SUV. But those aren’t even on our radar.”

“Oh? Then what do you think I have that could interest you?”

“Your marriage.”

The woman picked up her wine glass and took a sip.

“What did you say?”

“To be honest, what we want you to give up is your marriage.”

“What did you say?” I jumped up, the chair behind me scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

“Don’t you understand? We want you to divorce your husband.”

“Why, why?” My somewhat clear head went blank again.

"Your appetite is getting bigger and bigger. Do you really think we can all get along peacefully within the boundaries your husband has set for you?"

"That's our business. What does it have to do with you?"

"It's not that it's unrelated, but it is somewhat related. You don't need to know what kind of relationship it is. What you need to know is that if you don't divorce, there will be serious consequences."

"You... what do you want to do?" I felt a chill creeping down my spine from the woman in front of me.

Pan Chengchen pulled her phone out of her bag, swiped a few times on it, and pushed it in front of me. I looked at it and saw a picture of a car accident.

"There's more. Keep scrolling."

I reached out my trembling right hand to scroll through her phone, my eyes widening as I read.

"Did you see it clearly? I know you're having a hard time about divorce. Consider this a small gift, and also a way to show you our methods. Make sure your husband and your parents don't appear in any future photos."

"No, my husband won't agree!" I roared.

"That's your problem, we want results."

My gaze slowly left the photos, everything before me blurred, and I painfully closed my eyes, two tears rolling down my cheeks as I squeezed them.

Is this retribution? Why did my retribution come so quickly? Must a moment of indulgence cost me my marriage, the husband I love most? The thought tore at my heart. In

just three months, it felt like this journey had taken at least three years. Is this the path my heart has been on? I'm not even thirty yet, am I going to lose my lover and spend the rest of my life alone?

“Miss Chen, I think you can start working on it tonight. After all, the powerful figure behind me doesn’t have much patience. I’ll wait for good news. You’d better take care of yourself.”

Pan Chengchen said, standing up and pausing for a moment. “By the way, tonight’s conversation must not be known to anyone, including your husband. Otherwise, you’ll bear the consequences. Don’t try anything clever. We know everything you do.” He

then left, leaving me still in a daze.

The bar gradually filled with customers, becoming noticeably noisier than when I first arrived. Various sounds constantly entered my ears, merging into a chilling, cacophony.

"See that woman? She's pretty, but a total slut."

"Really? I didn't realize. But with such a great figure, it must be amazing to fuck her."

"This woman likes to sleep with different men, never the same one twice

, and she even likes several men to fuck her at the same time." "Really! She even likes being fucked by other men in

front of her husband, and she always has multiple orgasms, haha." "Really? Hahahaha." "Hahahaha..." ... "Ah ... I picked up my bag, left the table, ignoring the various meaningful glances around me, and slowly walked out of the bar. The city lights were just coming on, and a cool night breeze brushed my face, but it brought me no sense of comfort or joy. Before me lay a wide road, countless taillights converging into a long red dragon—the road home for countless people. That road was so straight, stretching into the unknown distance, but I knew that my path had already gone astray… [The End]

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