At first, *** was a choice made out of necessity.

I often see articles online about sex games, and while they seemed exciting at the time, I never considered participating. In my mind, a wife is hers to possess alone; how could she let other men touch her? Even if it were a swap, it might seem like I wasn't losing out—someone else had sex with my wife, and I had sex with someone else's wife—but I feel that even if I slept with ten different men's wives, if even one of them did, I would still feel cheated and couldn't accept it.

This isn't a transaction that can be calculated as equal. I'm certain that men who have played this kind of game will have a permanent shadow and contempt in their wives' eyes. Sex is a spiritual thing. For example, if a woman is sexually assaulted by a man, and the man thinks the woman hasn't lost any flesh or blood, why is the woman at a disadvantage? Because humans aren't plants or trees; that's the principle. Therefore, I've always considered this kind of sex game to be something from another world; it's simply unacceptable to me.

Of course, I don't deny that men might experience a strange, inexplicable thrill and guilt when imagining their wives being played with by other men, or feel a more stimulating criminal urge when imagining themselves playing with someone else's wife than with an ordinary woman. This might be a normal psychological phenomenon for men, though many would deny it.

However, there's a gap between imagination and reality. Psychological research suggests that many women feel excited when imagining being raped, but when the rape actually occurs, they are overwhelmed by fear and disgust, only wanting to refuse, with no excitement whatsoever. It's the same principle. Yet,

I experienced this kind of sexual game. What prompted me to participate in a game I thought was impossible? It was triggered by discovering my wife's infidelity; it was, in a sense, a helpless choice.

My wife and I have been married for ten years. She is 33 years old and tall and slender. We've become almost numb to each other's sex life, knowing each other's sexual preferences, erogenous zones, and orgasms like our own hands. I often have sex only to satisfy my wife's desires, and we frequently need to watch porn to seek stimulation during sex.

My wife is a woman with a strong sex drive, but on the surface she's very shy. I always thought there must be many women in the world like my wife—seemingly quiet and aloof, but actually quite secretly passionate. However, due to my overconfidence, I always assumed my wife was an honest and simple woman, incapable of having affairs or one-night stands, because indeed, she seemed flustered even when talking to strangers.

Once, I was away on a business trip for a month, during which time I rarely called my wife. As I mentioned before, I was too confident, feeling that an old married couple didn't need to be all lovey-dovey every day, and I was quite satisfied with her sex life, so I never had any worries.

While on business trips, frankly, there are many temptations in the world. Although the hotel was only three-star, I was frequently harassed by massage calls. I knew exactly what they wanted. Sometimes, out of curiosity or a desire for excitement, I'd let them come up, but after a few words, I'd usually send them away.

I didn't dare do it in the hotel. First, I was always afraid someone would barge in, or I'd fall into a honey trap; second, my ID was still registered at the front desk, and I didn't have the guts. Also, the girls who came up weren't attractive enough for me to risk it.

One night, I suddenly felt quite excited, my genitals were itchy, I really wanted to hold a woman, and I should take care of it. I had seen online that there were those dark dance halls in this city (for confidentiality, I don't want to mention names or addresses in this article), where the women were different from the hotel girls, mostly mature women, and some were even married.

Having sex with someone else's wife had always been a little dream of mine. Afterwards, I knew it wasn't interesting on the spot, but I still wanted to try it afterwards. So, my feet involuntarily led me to that dance hall.

At first, I couldn't see anything, it was pitch black. Later, after my eyes adjusted, I realized it wasn't so dark, and I could still see people. After more than an hour of probing, and a few dances later, I learned the details from the dancers. My courage grew, and I became somewhat numb.

With an indifferent attitude, I casually asked one of the dancers about her situation while dancing. She was married and going through a divorce; she was fair-skinned and voluptuous, and although not young, she still had some beauty. I asked, "Do you do this?" I knew some of the women here did. She directly answered the price, saying there were private rooms nearby. I asked, "What do you do?" She replied, "Whatever you want." I asked again, "Anything you want?" She replied, "Yes."

I decided to be blunt, and I didn't expect her to agree. I imagined she would just laugh and call me a pervert. Afterwards, I admired my own audacity. My request was: she would give me oral sex, and then I would ejaculate in her mouth, which she would drink.

Few women would agree to such a request, but this woman readily agreed. I didn't believe it, so I checked again to make sure she wasn't joking. She later said she agreed because I seemed different from others, with a refined air; it was her first time doing something like this.

So, in the private room, this scene unfolded: someone else's wife sucked my penis, and I ejaculated streams of semen into her mouth. I was worried she wouldn't be able to handle it and might spit it out, but she was very calm and accepted it all.

I specifically took out my phone to check in the light; her mouth was indeed full of white semen. I said, "Swallow it." She did, and when I checked again, it was indeed completely swallowed. I was very excited; my semen was now being eaten by someone else's wife, and I felt a sense of satisfaction.

But things are often like this: while you're playing with someone else's wife, your own wife might be being played with by someone else, and you just don't know it.

About a week after I returned home from my business trip, I casually checked my wife's QQ account and discovered something that shocked me—while I was away, my wife had been having an affair, and not just one night, but several nights. The man was from out of town, and I didn't know him.

I already knew my wife's QQ password; she wasn't good with computers and didn't know that QQ history needed to be cleaned regularly. Although I wasn't very computer savvy either, I had once, out of curiosity, followed online instructions and cracked my wife's QQ password. Since we used the same computer, cracking the password was relatively easy.

I had peeked at it a few times, but besides some trivial chats between my wife and a few female friends, it wasn't anything special, so I rarely checked it afterward. This time, out of boredom, I looked again and discovered a shocking secret: my wife had been having an affair with an online acquaintance in just a few weeks.

This online acquaintance had traveled all the way from another city to have sex with my wife at a hotel while I was away. The chat history showed about four or five such encounters. When I was about to return, the man still wanted to maintain a long-term relationship and wanted to come over anytime, but

my wife disagreed. Seeing them exchanging intimate messages on QQ, I suddenly felt a sense of humiliation, a rush of blood to my head, accompanied by a strong sense of excitement. If it hadn't actually happened, I would never have imagined that discovering my wife's affair would feel so thrilling.

As if possessed, I rushed to the kitchen. My wife was cooking. I grabbed her and dragged her to the bedroom, not even taking off her shirt, and pulled down her pants, making her bend over. I didn't mention the affair, but in my mind, I was thinking: this ass, this lower body, my wife's lower body has been seen and played with by another man.

My penis was incredibly aroused and erect; I never usually had so much lubrication, it was dripping a lot. I thrust in immediately, hard, very deep. My wife cried out, seemingly very excited. Unlike before, this time I ejaculated after only a few thrusts, all inside her. Suddenly, I felt my blood and energy sink down like lead, sinking rapidly. I felt an extreme sense of satisfaction, and my happiness soared into the sky.

Afterwards, I went back to the living room without saying anything. My wife was definitely a little confused, because usually I don't come so quickly and I'm usually more considerate of her. She came out and only said, "What's wrong with you today?" before going back to cooking.

I really wanted to confront her, but I was afraid she would think my behavior was unreasonable. Yes! Why would I be so excited knowing my wife slept with another man? So, I held back.

Dinner tasted like cardboard. About an hour after dinner, I finally couldn't hold back anymore. Pretending to have just discovered it, I suddenly appeared in front of my wife, fuming, and told her directly that I had found her QQ chat history, threatening her not to hide it. So, in a state of "buzzing" in my mind, she confessed everything.

After I left, as a woman, she also had that desire, so she went to a chat room and met a very polite man, and they eventually started dating through QQ. My wife was initially worried about safety and didn't give him her phone number. Within a few days, the man arrived in the city. He first arranged to meet her for dinner. In the private banquet room, the man put his arm around her. She initially resisted, but his hand quickly reached her breast, and she half-heartedly gave in. In their excitement, they went to a hotel and booked a room.

I truly couldn't accept this and flew into a rage. My wife either remained silent or apologized, even kneeling and begging me not to abandon her. I really don't understand. Does marrying a woman with low libido mean she won't cheat on her? If you marry someone who's sexually active, will problems arise if you don't cater to her needs? I deeply love my wife, and it would take incredible courage to divorce her.

In the following days, although the humiliation wasn't as intense as when I first found out, and I considered enduring it, the shame lingered. Although sometimes I felt some relief from the pain thanks to my wife's tenderness and apologies, the feeling of humiliation would return intensely when I was alone or watching similar scenes in TV dramas.

Although I wanted to give my wife a lifetime of commitment, my heart wouldn't allow it, and my subconscious couldn't let go. The thought of divorce grew stronger and stronger. During that time, I didn't want to go to work; whenever I saw my wife, I wanted to have sex with her. Partly to vent my anger, and partly—undeniably—it felt like I was re-examining my wife's

body. When I thought about another man's sexually aroused appearance, I felt that my wife was still quite sexy, and a strange excitement and impulse arose within me, a desire to have sex with her. I even imagined that while I was having sex with her, that man was also seeing this ass, these labia, these white breasts, and he must be very happy. What was I doing while my wife was being carefully observed and played with?

No matter what, no matter how exciting or novel the feeling was, I couldn't suppress the thought of divorce. Six months later, this thought finally became a decision.

It was around this time that I met someone in a chat room who wanted to have sex. The other person and his wife were about our age, in their early thirties, and both of them were in engineering. At first, I didn't see any photos. I told them we had never been involved in this, but they said they had been involved once or twice and asked for our photos. I was worried about my safety and firmly refused. Neither of us wanted to send photos first, and they understood. I guess his wife wasn't around at the time, so we exchanged QQ numbers and logged off.

The reason I was able to chat with them was because I was already planning to get a divorce. Since I was going to get a divorce anyway, why not try it out? Of course, although I had thought about it before, I had never taken it seriously. This time, the conversation with them was quite congenial.

Two days later, I logged into QQ again and found their message, inviting me to continue chatting at a later time. That evening, we met again on QQ, and I felt that they were quite proactive and sincere. I knew very well that once I really started swapping wives, I would have no choice but to get a divorce.

This time, we still didn't know what each other looked like, only that they were both rather quiet; the man was 172 cm tall, and the woman was 162 cm. A few days later was May Day, and they invited us to visit their city, which I accepted. I know that promises made online can still be broken. I told my wife I needed to talk to her.

After logging off QQ, I went back into her world. After days of probing and questioning, I finally managed to get some limited details about her extramarital affair. Hearing this, I felt incredibly excited. She said her boyfriend liked to sit on the sofa smoking, watching her lean over the opposite bed, her buttocks raised high, her face turned towards him as she chatted. Afterwards, he would make her kneel before him and suck his penis, and they also liked to lick each other's anuses. I pressed her about

whether he used a condom during sex, and the answer was no. I was furious. I asked, "Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" My wife said he liked to ejaculate in her mouth. I asked, "Did you swallow it?" She said she absolutely refused and always spat it out. The thought of my wife's mouth, the very thing she uses to eat, being used for sex by that man, catching his semen after he ejaculated on her, licking his excrement, inexplicably sent my lust soaring to my head, my heart pounding, and I was about to climax.

This climax, accompanied by humiliation, did not escape my wife's notice. I have to admit, thinking about it made me quite excited. I also took the opportunity to test her, saying, "Ever since that happened, I've felt very humiliated. How about you let me play with someone else's wife?"

At first, she always avoided the topic, but after I asked her more often, she said, "If you play with someone else's wife, will you forgive me?" I said, "Yes." She said, "No one else's wife would be willing for you to play with!" I then brought up the topic of sex games, but she disagreed.

I said, "Anyway, I can't take it anymore, so let's get a divorce." She asked, "Then who will I switch with?" I said, "I definitely can't play with that man. Just seeing him makes me want to punch him! I'll contact a couple." That's how I firmly decided on this.

In a state of extreme contradiction and hesitation, the two couples still met on May Day. There's a famous mountain in that city, and we agreed to go there for a visit.

There's an internet cafe downstairs from their house, and we agreed to meet there. A man in a black shirt and gray trousers was already waiting at the internet cafe entrance. Seeing us approach, he greeted us. After a few simple, somewhat awkward pleasantries, we arrived at his house, feeling a bit dazed.

As soon as the door opened, the woman of the house came out to greet us. She was very fair-skinned, with long hair—that was my first impression. I knew she was observing me, so I didn't dare look too closely. Later, I learned she wore contact lenses; she usually wore frameless glasses. She looked like an ordinary, intellectual woman, but without her glasses, she was quite attractive.

During tea, neither of us spoke much. I clearly remember thinking at the time, "This man's fair-skinned wife is about to be my bedmate." But both of them seemed very calm, without the expected excitement, and the atmosphere wasn't lively.

There was a photo of the couple on the cabinet. I became suspicious; I'd heard of people playing adult games, using only their lovers, or even hiring prostitutes as substitutes. I asked if I could see their photos. Without a word, the man went to the inner room and brought out a photo album. The woman has changed somewhat since her younger days, but it's clearly the same person. There was also a photo of the two of them from their wedding. As agreed, we also showed each other our marriage certificates.

Later, the hostess got up and said she was going to serve the food, and everyone ate and chatted. Some dishes were pre-purchased ready-made meals, and some were homemade by the couple. They tasted pretty good, though I don't remember exactly, because my mind wasn't on the food at the time, but I don't know where it was. I had considered giving up more than once, but I always held back, thinking about the divorce, and gritted my teeth and sat down.

We talked about everything without any reservations, mostly social news, TV dramas, and the like. The two women eventually switched seats and sat together, looking at each other's jewelry, chatting quite congenially. Everyone intentionally or unintentionally drank a little alcohol, knowing that alcohol can relax people.

While the two women were clearing the dishes, the man and I sat on the sofa next to us smoking. He asked me, "What kind of DVD do you want to watch?" I said anything was fine. He said he had porn, and I boldly, emboldened by the alcohol, said, "Play it!"

Not long after the video started playing, two women returned from the kitchen to collect the dishes. The woman glanced at the TV and casually remarked, "Oh! You've got your eye on something?" No wonder she'd been involved in adult games; she was much more open than my wife. My wife gave me a sharp glare, and the two women went back to

the kitchen to clean up. The two men watched the porn casually, chatting idly, making small talk. At that moment, thinking about what was about to happen, I started to feel a little nervous. But the more shy I seemed, the more shy I became, so I pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "How do we play later?" He said he had two rooms and they could do it separately. I said, "Anything's fine with me." Actually, I preferred doing it together.

I thought to myself: I'd feel uneasy if he led his wife into a room I couldn't see; also, watching in person would be more exciting. The man said, "I'm afraid your wife won't agree to us being together, but my wife is fine with it." I replied, "I'll talk to her in a bit."

When the two women finished getting ready and came to sit down, the man said, "Shall we switch seats?" I really wanted to slap him, but it was just a fleeting thought. I nodded in agreement, and his woman sat down next to me. My wife had no choice but to sit down as well, and both men casually put their hands on the women's shoulders.

Unexpectedly, although their hands were on each other's women's shoulders, the atmosphere became very quiet. Suddenly, no one spoke, and everyone seemed to be staring at the television. The actors were performing with great enthusiasm, and they were showing a scene where the male actor was giving the female actor oral sex. It was a foreign film, and the women's genitals were displayed without any concealment in front of the two couples. I wondered what they were thinking.

It seemed like a long time passed before I broke the silence first. I turned my head and kissed the man's wife. She must have put on some makeup; she smelled quite nice, a feminine scent. Seeing that I had made a move, the man on the other side also started to put his other hand around my wife. The woman turned around and casually switched off the chandelier, plunging the room into darkness, with only the dim light from a wall lamp and the television.

My wife seemed to be rejecting the man; I pretended not to notice, unsure whether to encourage her or the man. I kissed his wife again, this time more passionately, my hands even on her breasts. Unexpectedly, the other woman spoke up: "Right here?" We exchanged glances, and I said, "Yes." The man then asked my wife, "Is it okay here?" My wife shook her head, indicating her disagreement.

The man looked at me, and I gave him a wink, meaning: ignore her act, just keep going! Then I started kissing his wife again. The man began to hug and kiss my wife, who remained silent, her head bowed. I saw the man's

hand slip under my wife's white shirt with black stripes, and he started groping her through her bra. I thought to myself: you're pretty quick! I felt a pang of jealousy, knowing my wife was done for, given to someone else. Not to be outdone, my hand reached under his wife's bra. The underwire was stiff, making it impossible to touch her breasts, so I hastily reached behind to unhook it. Not very skilled, I didn't quite manage it, and she leaned forward to cooperate, waiting for me to unhook it. It

was as if I was afraid he'd beat me to it; I had to touch the woman's breasts first. At that moment, I was thinking: I can back off now. But an impulse, a dazed state, led my hand to the woman's breast. My first sensation was a hard nipple—so stimulating!

Glancing to the side, I saw the man of the house seemed quite interested in kissing, constantly kissing my wife's lips. My wife lay on the sofa back with her eyes closed. I never imagined I'd be so open, with four people openly doing this, and in front of my own wife, watching another man play with her.

But what could I say now? I could only grit my teeth and move on. Fortunately, I still had a captivating woman in my arms; her alluring body seemed to beckon to me through the mist.

I didn't notice when the man put his hand inside my wife's bra; I can't remember many of the details, but I vividly recall the continuous moans of excitement from the woman in the pornographic film. However, I noticed that he groped my wife's legs through her pants for a while, then started unbuckling her belt, his mouth still kissing her, while his right hand was already on her.

Summer clothes are light, and the belt was quickly undone, his hand slipping inside. When he touched her, my wife reflexively leaned back. I thought to myself: Oh no! He finally touched her; my wife's genitals have been touched!

At that moment, I noticed his wife was watching too, so I started unbuckling her pants, pulling down her black outer trousers and tossing them aside. As I started pulling down her underwear, I realized her husband was watching us. I thought: Perfect, let him watch me pull down your wife's pants! The man was rubbing my wife's genitals with his right hand while glancing this way. I think he probably felt the same way I did.

I started focusing on taking off his wife's pants. The visual impact of the patterned thong against her hips and thighs was intense; I could feel myself getting aroused.

I was going to pull them down little by little—no, I wanted her to change positions, turn around, and stick her butt out. His wife was really understanding, obedient, and cooperative. I like obedient women during sex. If a woman is too opinionated and hesitant, refusing to do what you ask, it's disappointing. It's women who can satisfy a man's fantasies and desired positions that are truly satisfying.

Soon, her white buttocks and the cleft beneath her thong were revealed before me. I started pulling down her panties, little by little, first exposing her anus, then her labia, until her entire genitals were in front of me. I looked, touched her, and glanced at my wife; she was still covering her eyes.

The other man seemed to enjoy using his mouth, starting to lick my wife's genitals. I asked him, "How's it going? Is she wet?" He was engrossed in his task and didn't hear me, asking, "What?" I said, "Is she wet?" I asked this partly to get my wife to stop keeping her eyes closed, and partly to see if she was aroused. I knew she was very wet; if she was, she was just pretending, but deep down she was still horny.

The other man answered, "Wet." Damn! I didn't know if it was true, so I continued touching his woman. Her breasts were so soft! I like fair-skinned women. This woman, although not as smooth as my wife's, was very fair, and she started closing her eyes to enjoy herself.

I whispered in her ear, "How do we do it? Should we use a condom?" I wanted her to answer "yes," because that would prove they were more hygienic. She nodded, got up, took a few condoms from the drawer next to the sofa, and handed some to her man; apparently, they had prepared them beforehand.

At this moment, my wife opened her eyes and saw the other man tearing open a condom package. I immediately turned my gaze away to avoid making eye contact with her and causing her embarrassment. The woman then pulled out a condom and said, "I'll put it on you." I turned slightly away and simply took off all my pants.

To be honest, I don't like the feeling of a woman putting a condom on me; her nails are so long, sometimes they prick me. Because of nervousness, I wasn't very hard. I saw the man put it on himself, and I suddenly blurted out without thinking, "Let's go into the room and do it!" So the two men each carried their women into the bedroom.

A clean sheet was laid on a large bed in the master bedroom, and two pairs of naked bodies lay on either side of the bed, the men trying to enter the women beneath them. I suddenly thought: What is a bridal chamber? The ancients were truly ingenious; it's a room with a hole.

I glanced at the man beside me, thinking: I'm going to fuck your wife! A sense of revenge spurred me to quickly enter his wife's already very wet body. The man also thrust in, and started moving. A wave of nausea washed over me, and I cursed inwardly: "Fuck your wife!"

I pushed harder, while his wife moaned below with her eyes closed. We both ejaculated quickly, not feeling particularly excited, but rather a little nervous; I don't usually ejaculate this fast. I remember the man ejaculated first, right on top of my wife; I ejaculated last, as if I'd completed a task.

After ejaculating, I immediately sobered up and felt very ashamed. How could I have done such a thing? I immediately suggested taking a shower so I could shower my wife. They politely said, "You are guests, please go ahead and shower!"

In the bathroom, my wife still had her head down and was holding my waist, saying softly, "Let's go home!" I suddenly felt very sorry for her. Had I ruined her? Was I wasting her? But then I thought: I've already been used by someone else, and we're getting a divorce anyway, so why pretend? Isn't this all your fault?

Of course, my wife didn't know that I had already planned to divorce her; she just kept indulging me. I felt a mix of hatred and excitement, thinking about how my wife's body had just been violated. My penis became hard again. I made her turn around, holding onto the edge of the tub, and I entered her from behind.

We didn't need a condom; I penetrated her immediately. As I penetrated, I thought: This hole was just enjoyed by another man; this must have felt like this when he penetrated me, right? I asked my wife, "Were you excited just now?" She didn't answer.

Just then, the couple pushed open the door a crack and laughed, "Doing it here? Or come out and do it! I'll do it with my wife too." I thought, since you've already seen us, I said, "If you want to do it, come in too." They both came in, and I felt quite embarrassed, but I could only continue slowly penetrating her.

The man was actually squatting there, watching me fuck my wife's genitals up close. It was quite exciting to have a third party watching our private affair like this. The man tentatively asked, "Let's all play together! Can I come in from the front?"

I knew he meant he wanted my wife to use her mouth, so I answered, "Okay." The man immediately stepped into the bathtub, grabbed his penis, and brought it to my wife's face.

My wife kept her mouth closed, and I slapped her buttocks, saying, "Be good." The man then smoothly inserted his penis into my wife's mouth. Seeing my wife sucking another man's penis in front of me made me want to fuck her even more.

The man was thrusting back and forth while fucking my wife's mouth. Seeing me slap my wife's buttocks earlier, he probably had the same urge, and he reached over and slapped my wife's buttocks as well. Seeing my wife being punished and spanked by another man filled me with mixed emotions, but since this was a game, I couldn't just forbid this or that, so I kept quiet.

Seeing my acquiescence, the other man spanked even more vigorously. I said, "I want to spank your wife too." Then I turned to his wife, who was watching, and said, "You bend over too, let me spank you a couple of times." She obediently held onto the sink, trying to raise her buttocks as high as possible.

I slapped her buttocks repeatedly. And so it went, I was having sex with my wife's vagina, and he was having sex with her mouth; I was spanking his wife's buttocks, and he was spanking mine. This kind of play hadn't been planned beforehand. Although it didn't seem too exciting at the time, looking back, it was quite enjoyable.

My wife, I don't know if she was enjoying it from me or from the other man, was moaning below. Suddenly, the man excitedly said to me, "Can I ejaculate in her mouth?" Thinking to myself, my wife's mouth had already been filled by another man, I nodded.

My wife heard it and let out a long, disapproving sound from below. I ignored her, and she didn't move away; the two men continued thrusting. Soon after, the man thrust and ejaculated. My wife coughed, spitting out her semen. Seeing this, I quickly became aroused, so I pulled his wife close. She understood, knowing I was going to ejaculate in her mouth, and turned to kneel before me.

I was about to pull my penis out of my wife's vagina and into her mouth when she asked me to wash first. So I grabbed the showerhead, turned on the cold water, and soon warm water came out. She washed me and then knelt there to give me oral sex. Because we had already done it once, I was slower this time. Some men with premature ejaculation like to use a second time to prolong the time.

My wife rinsed her mouth at the sink, while the man sat on the edge of the bathtub, resting and watching. When I saw the toilet, a thrilling thought suddenly struck me: I'll use his wife's mouth as the toilet, and her mouth will be my toilet; that way, I'll reach orgasm quickly.

The man clearly saw my penis reach orgasm in his wife's mouth, and she even spat out the semen into the sink. After ejaculating, I lost interest, which was strange. Before, I couldn't stand it if other men talked to my wife even a few words; I didn't want to. Now, I was watching another man ejaculate in my wife's mouth right in front of me. Maybe it's because we're getting a divorce!

After doing this twice, I felt very tired. Before I knew it, it was already 2 a.m., and we had to go hiking the next day! Everyone was probably exhausted, so we quickly showered and went to sleep in separate rooms. My wife said she wanted to go back, and I wanted to go back too, to stop playing. It felt absurd. But train tickets for May Day were hard to buy, and the return tickets they bought for us in advance hadn't arrived yet!

At the same time, I also felt that neither wife had experienced much sexual pleasure during this game, because the first time was too quick, and the second time it was oral sex. But it was obvious that both wives were very obedient and submissive to their husbands. Lost in these thoughts, I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, perhaps disturbed by noises from the outer room, the couple was already up, tidying up the house. I lay there for a while, recalling the events of the previous night; my wife was also awake, saying nothing, just tracing lines on my chest with her fingers, lost in thought.

I said, "Get up!" We got dressed and got up. As we were leaving, I stood there and hugged my wife, asking her, "Were you excited last night? Tell the truth." I don't know if she was just being polite or genuine, but her answer was, "A little." Actually, I knew very well that she was a woman with a strong sex drive.

During the day, we walked up the mountain road, stopping frequently. We agreed to take turns; the man and my wife walked a short distance ahead, while his wife and I followed behind. Nothing particularly special happened along the way, except for one scene that stuck with me: while going up the steps, that man actually put his hand on my wife's buttocks! Damn it! He actually molested my wife right in front of me! Then I thought, well, I've already done it, so let him touch her! My wife quickly pushed his hand away.

The daytime outing passed peacefully like this. Sometimes I was with my wife, sometimes with his wife, and we all tacitly understood each other. That man must have had the same thought as me: he'd seen what the other woman's genitals looked like, his itchy penis had enjoyed itself inside her, and his penis had even penetrated her mouth while she was eating lunch and drinking. I think that's the real thrill of sex! My wife seemed much more relaxed and uninhibited.

In the evening, we had dinner at a restaurant outside, splitting the bill, a revolving restaurant on the top floor of a four-star hotel. The gradually darkening night was beautiful, and I stared at his wife's breasts, suddenly having the urge to touch them again.

After dinner, back at his house, this dream came true. This time, everyone quickly got into the mood, and I thoroughly enjoyed those breasts that had been tempting me in the restaurant. His wife's breasts were bigger than mine, probably a C size, and her nipples were bigger too; they looked very arousing.

The man, who seemed to have more experience, suggested a contest: have the two wives stand naked on the sofa, legs spread, to see what the differences were in their genitals. We pulled up chairs and sat opposite each other, smoking and watching. His wife had more pubic hair than my wife, and my wife's labia minora were bigger than his wife's; the two vaginas did look somewhat different.

Just then, the man's phone rang. He went to answer it, and I stood up and instructed the two women to get into a position: my wife lay on the sofa, and his wife straddled her from behind. I put on a condom and penetrated her from behind. This way, I let my wife watch a close-up shot of me having sex with another woman, thinking about punishing her—who told her to cheat on me! Now I'd let her see me cheating. Did I even need to cheat? I'd do it right in front of her.

The man quickly dismissed the call, then came over, pulled down his underwear, and inserted it into his wife's mouth. So, I was inside his wife, who was making "ooh" sounds, her mouth still stuffed with his penis. Later, he put on a condom and inserted his penis into my wife's vagina, while his wife watched the close-up of her husband having sex with another woman.

At this point, I started slapping his wife's white buttocks again. He couldn't reach my wife's buttocks, so he reached out and slapped his own wife's left buttock, while I slapped her right. As we continued, I suddenly had a whimsical idea. Since we were all fairly familiar with each other, I didn't need to ask for her opinion anymore; I directly commanded his wife, "Get up and kneel in front of me, I'm going to ejaculate on your face!"

The woman looked up at her husband, who nodded, and she turned and knelt before me. I took off the condom, masturbating with one hand while using the other to touch her beautiful breasts—these breasts were much more pleasurable than my wife's.

I had her rub my scrotum with one hand. Midway through, I deliberately turned around and ordered her, "Lick my ass!" She obediently did as she was told, licking my buttocks. I wanted to make his wife lick my ass in front of that man.

Using my hand was quick; I ejaculated in no time, spraying semen all over his wife's face. Some of the semen dripped onto her breasts, which I then wiped onto her nipples. Her husband was equally unceremonious, thrusting in and out of my wife's vagina for a while before pulling out his penis, removing the condom, and ejaculating onto her breasts. The man and I each used toilet paper to clean the semen from our wives' bodies, and then we all took a shower together.

Because our train was early the next day, we didn't sleep in too late. Early the next morning, we hurriedly left the city, promising to stay in touch.
When we got home, my wife said she also really enjoyed playing like that, and especially wanted two men to fuck her at the same time. She said she was very excited to be fucked by other men in front of me. After that, my wife and I both became more open, and she would even ask me to find men to fuck her together. That was our first time swapping partners.

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