Long reprint: The Road to Love Exchange, Chapters 88 and 89

Chapters 88-89:
The boss's gaze lingered on my face for a long time, until he was sure I wasn't joking. Then he turned to my wife, his eyes filled with longing mixed with a hint of fear. My wife, embarrassed by his gaze, looked away.

"Sir, you're really not joking, are you?" the boss's wife asked softly.
"No," I replied simply.

"And the young lady? Would she agree?" the boss's wife still hesitated.

I turned to my wife, smiling at her. The look in her eyes changed, revealing a hint of anticipation and excitement for the unknown. "I'll listen to my husband," she said. Those six words clearly stated our stance. The

two people opposite us breathed heavily. The boss's wife seemed quite interested; her flickering eyes and flushed face betrayed her thoughts. The boss, however, remained expressionless on his face, which belied his actual age, making it impossible to discern his inner thoughts.

"We...we'll go out for a bit," the boss's wife said with difficulty.

"Okay, as soon as possible. If you agree, bring two condoms when you come in."

The landlady shoved the taciturn owner, and the couple left the room.

"What are you thinking?!" My wife jumped off the foot massage bed, ran to my side, and questioned me softly but sternly.

I made a shushing gesture. "Don't you think this is exciting? This is also a brothel, isn't it more exciting than in a hotel?"

"But...but like this..."

"No buts, don't forget, you said you wanted to play more."

"But...but it's not like this."

My wife's tone was a little hesitant.

"That owner looks a bit old, but he's much more pleasing to the eye than that security guard uncle Shi Mengyun had last time. If she can do it, why can't you? Besides, the landlady and I are right next to you, don't you really want to?"

As I spoke, my eyes were fixed on my wife's eyes. She felt a little flustered by my sharp gaze, and after a moment of eye contact, she quickly looked away.

“Besides, you promised that couple you went out to discuss it.”

“I, I was because…” My wife trailed off, hands on her hips, trying to catch her breath.

I don’t know why I suddenly made that suggestion. Perhaps it was a test my subconscious had deliberately arranged, a test for my wife.

Ever since that day when she suggested continuing the swapping game, I’d outwardly remained calm and even actively helped with the arrangements, but only I knew the turmoil within me.

Men can be selfless, but sometimes they can be incredibly selfish. Starting with my wife, I’d lured one woman after another into this trap of swapping, which even made me complacent about my charm. But when a woman confessed to me that she’d grown to like the game under my influence, and this woman was my closest lover, my emotions began to falter.

“The environment here is so bad, are you sure there won’t be any problems?” My wife had been convinced, but subconsciously she was still making a final struggle.

“Don’t worry, the owners here are involved. They’ll arrange everything because they’re more concerned about your issue than we are.”

My wife’s breathing became heavy. I knew it was because she was nervous. Her eyes blinked rapidly, causing her beautiful eyelashes to flutter. She held her breath for a while, then suddenly gritted her teeth. “Hmph, you’re good at playing games.” With that, she jumped onto her foot massage bed.

About five or six minutes later, the proprietress came in, but I didn’t see the owner. I thought they ultimately couldn’t or dared not accept it, but the proprietress’s words dispelled my concerns.

“We agree. My husband went to buy condoms. They’re at the convenience store across the street. They’ll be here soon.” She then became flustered.

I looked at the proprietress. “Come here first.”

The proprietress was nervously fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, avoiding eye contact as she walked towards me.

“Don’t be nervous. I’m not going to eat you.” I said, taking her hand. This woman, who was seven or eight years older than me, was pulled to my side like a bewildered little girl.

She was wearing a white business shirt, the neckline revealing a hint of cleavage, and a black pencil skirt that accentuated her rounded hips. Without hesitation, I placed my large hand on her high, firm breasts, gently kneading them through her clothes. The proprietress trembled slightly and couldn't help but turn to look at my wife, who was sitting with her knees drawn up, watching us with a half-smile.

I reached out to unbutton her collar, and after three buttons, her bright red bra was fully exposed. She grabbed my hand and whispered, "Wait, the door isn't locked yet. What if someone comes in?"

I gave my wife a look, and she glared at me fiercely, but obediently got off the foot massage bed and ran to the door to lock it.

I unbuttoned the remaining two buttons on the landlady's shirt, and she cooperated by taking it off. I reached behind her to unhook her bra, but she stopped me. "I... I can do it myself," she said, unhooking her bra herself, but her hands covered the cups. I gently pulled her hands away, completely removing the bra from her body, revealing the landlady's naked upper body to me.

At this moment, only she and my husband were in the room. The isolation made her highly tense, and her body was very stiff.

She wasn't tall, probably only about 1.6 meters, but her breasts were quite full. She wasn't old, but she had given birth to two children, the eldest almost twenty, and her breasts were quite sagging. I reached out and cupped her breasts in my hands as if weighing them, and casually pinched her nipples with two fingers.

The proprietress's nipples surprised me. I had expected two large, dark dates, but they were actually two bright red pomegranate seeds. This delighted me, and I unconsciously increased the pressure of my kneading, causing her to moan softly.

"Why would your wife, who's so beautiful, want to be with me..." The proprietress glanced at her wife, perhaps still feeling somewhat inferior in front of such a beautiful woman.

"Sister, just think of it as a game my husband and I invited you to play. Take off your skirt." I said, lowering my head to lick her nipples, while glancing over her body at my wife opposite me. My wife only glanced at me without reacting.

The proprietress obediently took off her skirt, now only wearing underwear. I reached down and stroked her buttocks; they felt thick, but had lost their elasticity.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "It's me." Before we could open it, the person introduced themselves; it was the boss returning. I glanced at my wife; a hint of nervousness flashed across her face.

The boss's wife, as if caught in the act by her husband, darted away from me, crouching down on the other side of the foot massage bed in fright. My wife went to the door and unlocked it. The boss came in and locked the door behind him. He was holding a small cardboard box; I immediately recognized it as a box of condoms from a certain brand. He stood there, just as flustered as the boss's wife had been when she first came in.

I pulled the shy boss's wife from the other side and held her in my arms, displaying her half-naked body to her husband, my hand still caressing her breasts.

The boss's expression remained as expressionless as ever. His wife, naked in another man's arms right in front of him, such a provocative scene, didn't elicit the slightest emotional fluctuation from him.

“Brother, your wife is mine now. Look, that one is yours.” I pointed to my wife with my chin. My wife was also nervous and unconsciously took a deep breath.

The boss got my permission but still stood there dumbfounded. My wife looked helpless. She had passively accepted this unusual sexual act under my influence, but she, a beautiful young woman, didn’t want to be the one to take the initiative. I ignored the two of them and put my mouth to the boss’s wife’s ear and said, “Do you know how to give oral sex?”

The boss’s wife blushed and whispered, “I… I’ve seen it. I’ll try.” As she spoke, she turned around and pulled down both of my pants, exposing my lower body. The boss’s wife squatted down, glanced back at the other two people, and then slowly took my penis into her mouth. Her technique wasn’t very skilled, but she had probably seen this kind of behavior in AVs. At least she knew to use her lips to hold the penis and move it up and down, while her tongue slid over it.

But she vomited after only a couple of spits. "It smells bad, let me get you a wet wipe." She got up to find a wet wipe in the room. She completely ignored her husband as she passed by.

"Hey bro, what are you standing there for? Your wife and I have already started." I said to the boss, sitting on the bed with a penis dangling from my hip.

Encouraged by me, the boss silently sat down next to his wife.

"Can't a man take the initiative?" I continued to entice him.

The boss mustered his courage and slowly placed his hand on his wife's thigh, gently touching her through her jeans. His wife wore a wry smile.

At this moment, the boss's wife found a wet wipe and returned to my side. She wiped with three wipes, smelled them several times to make sure there was no odor, and then continued what she had been doing. I sat on the foot bath bed enjoying her oral service. Strangely, in just a few minutes of wiping, I felt that the boss's wife's oral skills seemed to have improved. This couldn't be my imagination, but I didn't care. I just enjoyed it.

My hands reached down and touched her breasts. They were incredibly soft, but only soft; nothing like my wife's breasts, which possessed an amazing elasticity, like a strange, resilient substance.

Meanwhile, the boss was touching my wife's thighs, his eyes constantly fixed on us, his expression complex.

"Boss, you two can talk to her about what you want to do. I won't interfere."

The boss seemed to be struggling with his own thoughts. His wife's silence made him hesitant to act, as if afraid of frightening the beauty. But spurred on by our actions, he seemed to have a sudden realization. He turned and pounced on my wife on the foot massage bed, pressing his entire body against hers, his mouth kissing her neck and shoulders.

My wife giggled, "The beard, the beard is tickling me."

Since our two foot massage beds were side-by-side, and the boss's wife was kneeling on the floor servicing me, I could clearly see their situation. The boss was stunned by my wife's words, once again at a loss.

My wife covered her face with her hands, clearly disappointed by the man's awkwardness; she finally couldn't resist taking the initiative.

"Brother, help me take off my pants, then take care of my genitals, and come on when you're ready," the wife said, unbuttoning her jeans.

The boss straightened up, licked his lips, and hurriedly helped his wife take off her two pairs of pants, one inside and one outside. His wife was now naked from the waist down, just like me. The boss stared wide-eyed at his wife's genitals, his throat involuntarily moving. Suddenly, as if guided by instinct, he thrust himself inside her. The swift movement startled his wife, causing her to let out a soft gasp.

As the landlady's oral sex continued, I gradually became aroused. The environment didn't allow for excessive indulgence, so when the time was right, I stopped her. She understood, took off her underwear, and climbed naked onto the bed. I took the condoms the boss had bought, tore open the packaging, and was about to put one on, but then I handed it to the landlady instead. She took it and put it on me with surprisingly practiced ease. This reminded me of the inconsistency in her oral sex earlier, and I couldn't help but glance at the boss, still working hard on his wife.

The landlady had a lot of pubic hair; generally speaking, she should be a woman with a high sex drive. I touched it and sure enough, it was wet. I nodded, and the landlady straddled me, letting out a soft moan.

Looking at his wife, she was already panting heavily under the boss's licking, her hands unconsciously reaching for her breasts. After a while, perhaps still not satisfied, she pulled over one of the boss's hands that was propping herself up on the bed, and pushed up her top and bra, revealing her breasts half-covered. Guided by her, the boss's hand finally found its way to her soft, white breasts without any resistance.

Even lying on her back, his wife's breasts were quite impressive. The moment the boss's hand touched those two plump mounds, his eyes lit up as if he had discovered a new continent, and his poker-faced expression finally lit up with surprise.

The boss, having tasted the sweetness, placed his other hand on them as well, kneading his wife's nipples with both hands at the same time. However, this made it too difficult to continue licking his wife's genitals, so he pressed his body against his wife again, shifting the focus of his tongue to her breasts and neck. Lost in passion, his wife didn't care about the itching from his beard, but the emptiness in her lower body made her feel uncomfortable all over.

The boss was wearing black trousers. His wife eagerly reached out and grabbed his genitals through the trousers, beginning to stroke them.

"Take your trousers off quickly," she gasped.

The boss hurriedly stood up and frantically unbuckled his belt. His wife, finding him not fast enough, helped him pull it off with both hands. With their combined efforts, his erect penis was quickly exposed. His wife, as if handling a beloved toy, stroked it a few times, and the penis visibly hardened further in her hands. She grabbed a condom, quickly tore it open, put it on, and guided it directly to his genitals. From the moment the boss took off his trousers until now, her hand hadn't left that thick, long penis.

From my angle, it did look quite impressive; I hadn't expected the seemingly dull boss to have such a large thing.

"Sister, your husband's got quite a figure. It's a waste that you don't use it," I said breathlessly.

The proprietress was still thrusting against me, saying, "Isn't this for your wife? Don't worry, it'll definitely make her happy." She even gave me a flirtatious wink, her expression undeniably seductive.

The boss's penis had reached the entrance of the cave, but he seemed to be making a final hesitation, afraid that his beauty would ultimately reject him.

His indecisiveness annoyed his wife, but she couldn't bring herself to beg him to enter her body. She pouted, seemingly wanting to kill this clueless bastard with her eyes.

Without anyone's verbal permission, the boss remained hesitant to continue. Even I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Boss, are you planning to keep going like this until tomorrow morning?" I said sarcastically.

The boss blushed, and finally closed his eyes and thrust forward. His wife let out a soft cry; his thrust had missed its mark. Because of the incorrect angle, his penis had just penetrated her labia, causing them to bounce out.

Seeing this, I wanted to laugh, but I swallowed the sound back. However, my wife still heard the chuckle. She glared at me fiercely and defiantly guided the boss's penis toward her own vagina.

With his wife's help, the boss finally penetrated her. His hands held his wife's raised legs, and his buttocks moved rhythmically. His wife was completely naked from the chest down, wearing only a top pushed up to her chest and a bra. As the boss thrust, he buried his head in his wife's chest. His wife seemed to find this outfit inconvenient for her enjoyment. She crossed her arms and ripped off her cross-neck pullover top, then unhooked her uniquely styled front-clasp bra. She must be glad she was wearing this now, otherwise, given her current eagerness, it would have taken her a lot of effort to unhook a traditional back-clasp bra.

My wife was now completely naked beneath the old man. She gasped for breath, like a little girl who had accidentally eaten chili peppers. The boss's penis seemed thicker and larger than mine, and more magnificent than any of the men she had been with before. Judging from her reaction, she was clearly captivated by this large penis. She pulled the boss's hands over her chest again, her gasps turning into moans that were about to escape her lips. However, she retained a sliver of awareness, knowing the unusual environment and the possibility of people coming and going outside. So, when she realized she was about to cry out, she decisively covered her mouth.

But the boss had clearly not been with a woman for a long time. His expression was contorted from the moment he penetrated her. After only two or three minutes of effort, he finally reached his limit. A rapid, low growl accompanied by a trembling body followed, and then he lay motionless. My wife was as if she had been slapped awake from a beautiful dream, staring wide-eyed at the boss on top of her in disbelief.

"Ah? You..." My wife was on the verge of tears.

By this time, I had flipped the landlady over and pinned her down. She was older and more sturdy; I had initially hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, but she begged for mercy after a moment. So I had her wrap her legs around me and work her hips together. The landlady had clearly seen what was happening next door. Seeing her earlier boasts about her husband turn out to be a slap in the face, she was quite embarrassed. However, we were in the heat of the moment and didn't have time to care about anyone else.

The wife, still not satisfied, pushed the husband off her, asking, "Brother, are you alright?" The husband, assuming she didn't want to be pinned down like that, got up, knelt on the bed, and removed the condom from his penis. Ignoring the wetness, the wife grabbed it and began to masturbate.

My battle here is still ongoing. The landlady's skillful technique in putting on the condom just now made me doubt whether she was as busy as the boss said, having no time for her private life. Although I would never call myself a womanizer, I'm confident I have some experience with women in bed. The level of cooperation she showed during our lovemaking was clearly not what a woman who hadn't been in the game for a long time should be doing. But that's her private matter and none of my business. I just need to enjoy the moment.

The landlady's eyes have lost their focus. At this moment, she's like a goldfish struggling on the ground, gasping for breath, as if she can't survive without it. Her hands sometimes knead her breasts, sometimes stroke my chest and back, and her body sways in sync with my movements.

Her vagina wasn't exactly tight, and even with ample lubrication, the pleasure it gave me wasn't as intense as when I made love to my wife. But right now, my wife was being pinned down by another man beside me, and people were constantly passing by outside, their conversations clearly audible—some even looking for the boss and his wife. This combination of factors gave me a strange kind of pleasure.

The boss's wife was clearly also going at it. I pressed my body completely against hers, my arms tightly around her from behind, our bodies pressed together. Her large breasts were flattened by my chest.

The sound of conversation outside indicated the door was poorly soundproofed. The boss's wife involuntarily covered her mouth, but the waves of pleasure surging through her body made her desperate for release. Suddenly, she cupped my head and kissed me. Her breath didn't smell bad; instead, it had a faint, sweet taste, like chewing gum. I actively extended my tongue into her mouth, our tongues entwining.

My pleasure intensified until finally, a tingling sensation and a shudder ran through my lower back, and several spurts of semen gushed out. We both suppressed the urge to ejaculate, while my wife and the boss giggled beside us. For a moment, the room was both noisy and quiet.

The boss's wife gently removed the condom, now fully saturated, wrapped it in a tissue, and threw it in the trash can. Then she pulled out a few more tissues to clean my penis. As I enjoyed her aftercare, I turned to look at my wife. She was still trying to help the boss regain his virility. She was kneeling, her upper body almost lying on the foot bath bed, giving him a handjob. His limp penis was almost right in front of her, and her eyes showed unsatisfied frustration and anxiety about his erection.

The boss looked a little anxious. He also wanted to regain his virility; after all, this incredibly attractive married woman was too tempting, and he didn't want to let things slip away so easily. His hands were kneading his wife's breasts, trying to stimulate his desire, but even with the strong aphrodisiac, his groin remained stubbornly erect.

I was getting impatient too. Given the special circumstances, I had planned to finish quickly, so I had already dressed, and the boss's wife was also dressed.

"Wife, if it doesn't work, that's fine. It's not good to take it too long," I whispered beside her.

His wife was still making futile attempts. Perhaps her hands were tired, because like a female beast losing patience with her prey, she let out a low growl and finally angrily threw away the unable-to-erect penis.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wanted to get hard too, but... sigh." The boss was also frustrated.

"Alright, it's about time. We should go," I said, getting up and urging my still unsatisfied wife.

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