[Immigrant Life] Part 1

Back in China, I'd heard that foreigners had very open attitudes towards sex. North America has over 500 sex clubs, and Canada has even legalized group sex, so sex is naturally not illegal. There was a news story in Nanjing, China, about a university professor who organized sex through QQ and was later arrested. Across the ocean, however, things are much more open. Foreign sex clubs are usually frequented by wealthy businessmen; they might even book an entire hotel for group partner swapping parties. I heard that once, over 4,000 members booked a 17-story hotel on Miami Beach, Florida, where the entire building was filled with extreme debauchery and extravagance.

My email inbox has received countless messages from netizens, mostly wanting to swap partners. I haven't replied to everyone because I'm divorced and don't have a partner, and even if I did, it wouldn't be easy to find someone willing to swap. Some even said that my descriptions of sex made them think I have a knack for eroticism—I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult. I've watched famous Japanese adult films like XXX and Ipponmichi. I often imagine that if I were to direct them, I would add plot twists and filming techniques to make the films more exciting and the actresses more captivating.

In reality, however, I'm quite conservative. I haven't had a serious sexual partner for a long time since my divorce. It's not that I lack charm, but rather that I have psychological barriers. I have a fear of marriage and love from women, a deep fear of betrayal, and a persistent distrust of love and fidelity.

Time flows by day after day. But I know that deep down, there's always a longing, a yearning—a longing for the thrill of sex, a yearning to experience that passion again, to try things I hadn't even considered before. Sometimes, when the urge arises, I prefer to masturbate while replaying the scenes from that day, or imagining new sexual encounters. Masturbation is like a drug; unless you never have the thought, once you have it, it's impossible to shake off, lingering in your mind and existing only in your fantasies for the rest of your life. Some people try it, achieve it, and find satisfaction before their souls find complete "rest." But what is the price of that peace? Sexual activity inevitably has negative consequences, just like killing an enemy inevitably results in losses. There aren't many good things in this world that only bring benefits without incurring a price. My experience with one partner swap was clearly insufficient.

During those days, when I really craved women, and the image of women's fleshy parts lingered in my mind, I would go to prostitutes. Not often, but I went to a few, and they were all tasteless, purely commercial transactions. Aside from the anxiety of being caught, there was really no meaning; it always felt like completing a task. So, I only went for a "quickie" very occasionally.

Life passed in this kind of mundane existence that most men experience, until one day, I got a visa—an Australian immigration visa.

As I write this sequel, I'm already sitting in front of my computer at home in Australia, in a rented apartment.

More than two years have passed since I came here, and I've experienced partner swapping again. I did it, more than once, and my soul found immense satisfaction. Looking back, I no longer feel curiosity and imagination, but only peace and contentment.

I now have a partner I've lived with for almost two years, and I've swapped partners several times with another Chinese immigrant couple in Sydney, Australia. We've all agreed not to swap anymore because we need to continue our own family lives or future family lives.

During the last swap, I asked for their opinion; I still wanted to write about my experiences and publish them online. They agreed, but on the condition that they wouldn't reveal the specific identities, names, or any recognizable details of the people involved. I understand that without them saying it.

About six months after I arrived in Australia, I met a woman at a school I was attending (an adult night school). She sat in front of me. Because I was a quick learner and grasped knowledge quickly, she often turned around to ask me questions and even copied my answers during exams. That's how we got to know each other. She was fair-skinned, with a few freckles, shoulder-length hair, and a rather sexy appearance, especially her slender waist, which easily aroused men's lustful thoughts. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she was quite clean. Her husband was in China, and she stayed behind alone, renting a room on the second floor of a house owned by Chinese immigrants in Sydney. She didn't work, just took classes in the evenings, and had to walk 20 minutes home after class each time.

(I dare not describe it more specifically, for fear of being recognized.) We went back and forth like this, "flirting" (hehe, I just wrote this term when it came to mind, even though it's derogatory, who can say it's not the truth?), and soon after, we moved in together.

Women appear very proper on the surface, but deep down they're all very horny, and their desires in bed are completely exposed.

Of course, my affair with her isn't the focus of this article. I always stick to the theme in my writing, and although my articles are short (they say my article "*** - A Helpless Choice" is too short, hehe), I get straight to the point, without adding too much fluff.

At first, I was very interested in sleeping with her, but later I found it boring and started thinking about swapping again. Since she wasn't my wife in the legal sense, getting over that psychological hurdle wasn't so difficult. So, without realizing it, I often told her about foursomes during sex and gradually began to persuade her. I noticed that when she heard about four people having sex together, her penis became very active, so I knew she had the potential for swapping, but was just too shy to agree. I had experience persuading my ex-wife before, so I knew what to say and when, and things progressed surprisingly smoothly. Single people living abroad are generally more open-minded. In Australia, I often hear news and discussions about sex. Therefore, this wasn't an unbelievable thing.

She accepted it faster than I expected, without the resistance and struggle described in many articles. Perhaps she felt that we were already crossing the line, so crossing it again would be the same thing. She just said she loved me and would listen to me. She truly loved me; she often said she loved me during sex. She also called me "husband" in everyday life. I like her very much too. Living together for almost two years, it's impossible for us not to have feelings for each other. Emotionally, I already consider her my wife. To be honest, the thought of another man sleeping with her makes me quite jealous. She's just worried that the other man might have known her before. I told her I would take measures to avoid such an awkward situation.

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