From rejection to success

—A True Record of My ***Journey of Experience】 Foreword: I took some time to log on again today, mainly because I was concerned about the response to this article. Hehe,
although I still really hope to create a surge in original literature and be loved by everyone, because
I really put my heart into writing it. Thank you to so many friends for your comments; your most sincere replies made me feel that my
hard work was not in vain. However, some friends still couldn't finish reading it because the article was too long. This makes me quite
sad. Perhaps my article title wasn't prominent enough or attractive enough, and coupled with the length of the article, some friends, although
they saw it, didn't have the patience to read it
to the end. So I wrote this at the beginning in the hope that those who are fortunate enough to come here will have the patience to read it to the end. I really think this article is worth reading to the end, and it will attract you in the end
. (Whether you are here to learn, to exchange ideas, or simply to read a piece of pornography). Finally, I'd like to
make a small request. Seeing over sixty replies today, I suddenly felt a strong urge to share this article with my
wife, and also with my friends' comments. I hope to see your most sincere replies so my wife can
feel everyone's genuine care. Therefore, regardless of your opinion on my article, please leave your valuable comments
or thoughts. Thank you in advance. I'm not sure how to categorize this, so let's just call it a preface, haha.
I hope you enjoy my article.

《First published by Happy White-Collar Workers, please indicate the source when reprinting》

First, I want to clarify that this article is not purely pornographic, so it might be a bit
wordy. However, if you are like me, trying this for the first time, or haven't tried it yet but are planning to,
you might find this article worth reading patiently.

I came across the concept of swapping quite early (although I actually implemented it much later).
I first saw the term "swapping" in a magazine and learned in detail what it referred to.
Although the article criticized this behavior, it completely captivated me. Well, to put it
simply, I suddenly really wanted my girlfriend and I to experience something like that. To put it bluntly, I really
wanted to see my girlfriend in bed with another man.

Here, I think I need to explain. Back then, my girlfriend (who is now my wife) and I
were both college students, haha, and we weren't that old either, both 25 (haha, I hope
everyone won't judge us as a decadent generation). My girlfriend and I were each other's first love; she had
n't been with any other man besides me. But maybe because of this, I lacked a sense of comparison, so I
often imagined what it would be like for my girlfriend to be with another man.

To be honest, we met in high school and fell in love in college. My girlfriend gave people around her a very pure
impression. She wasn't tall (1.60 meters) and looked petite; even now, people often mistake
her for a high school student. I remember once I went with her to get a haircut, and she was carrying a backpack.
Everyone in the shop thought she was a high school student, making me feel like I was abducting a minor. (Hehe, maybe it's because I look more mature
), and her skin is very fair. Although I don't think she's particularly beautiful, many people find
my girlfriend very pleasant to look at, perhaps mainly because she looks young. To put it
simply, she's the kind of delicate, refined beauty nurtured in the Jiangnan region, giving off
a ladylike, innocent vibe. I hope you don't think I'm being long-winded. Why am I saying all this?
You'll understand when you see what happens next.

Back then, I often teased my girlfriend, saying that while she seemed so pure and ladylike to others,
who would imagine that we'd done everything, and who would imagine the
contrast between her in bed and in everyday life? Hehe, my girlfriend often laughed at my teasing. After all, women like to hear compliments.
As for things in bed, as long as it's with me, she doesn't care much, since she still loves me very much.

Perhaps some readers will share my sentiment, hoping to see a contrast in their wives—someone who is presentable in public and intimate in private
, hehe. Back then, my girlfriend really didn't know anything and couldn't do anything; she was like
a little kid . I had to teach her everything in bed (it was very fulfilling). Anyway

, let's get to the point.

I thought back then how exciting it would be to let others see this side of my girlfriend.
The feeling was indescribable; I became obsessed with it, to the point that my frequent sexual
fantasies involved her with other people.

Of course, having thoughts leads to action, but back then I was still in university, and this kind of thing wasn't as "common
" as it is now. For example, back then, if I searched for the username "***" on QQ, only four results would appear, but
if you tried now, there would be countless results… So I ultimately didn't know how to communicate. Once, while having sex with
my girlfriend , we talked about two of our best friends, who were also boyfriend and girlfriend, and had a very
good relationship. When we talked about that girl, I honestly shared my opinion of her. But that girl
was really pretty, and my girlfriend jokingly asked if I liked her and wanted to sleep with her. I
admitted it, and my girlfriend called me a pervert.

Later, I don't know how we started talking, but we ended up talking about taking turns with them. Near the final sprint,
I suddenly said to my girlfriend, "Can we have them join in too?" My girlfriend was probably excited too, and she said
okay . I said I'd call them right now, but I was probably too excited at that point, and I
ejaculated… After resting for a bit, lying in bed, I talked to my girlfriend again, but when I brought up this again,
she suddenly looked surprised and said, "You're not really going to do this, are you?" I said yes.
She then gave me a severe scolding, saying that it was okay to talk about it, but she would never actually do it because she
only loved me and would never allow me to be with anyone else. And that was the end of that
. [First published by Happy White-Collar Workers, please indicate the source when reprinting]

Hehe, readers might be disappointed by this point, thinking, "What the hell is this? There
's nothing here." Here I want to tell you the truth, I don't know how others started, but my wife and I…
My first experience with swapping was definitely not as simple as some online accounts portray it. There were many twists and turns involved, and
I just want to explain the whole process clearly. After all, it took us almost six years from initial contact to gradual acceptance and finally implementation.
Just imagine the emotional journey that must have been. But I
can assure you that if you read on patiently, you'll find what you're looking for, because I
don't want to omit anything from my experience.

Getting back to the point, some people might have this problem: they really want to experience swapping, but their partner
absolutely refuses. I went through that phase too. After that, I tried to
talk to my girlfriend about it several times, but she firmly rejected me each time. Later, it got to the point where
she would get angry whenever I mentioned it, and even threatened to break up a few times. I can't blame her, because in her mind, her
body is incredibly precious; she only wants to give herself to me. For me to ask her to do it with someone else would mean I
don't love her anymore. So friends, please be careful. Never force this kind of thing. If a woman still
thinks this way, pressuring her is like playing with fire. Of course, I was afraid too, so I stopped
asking her.

But I still really wanted to, so what could I do? I became distant for a while, and during that time,
I didn't ask her to switch partners anymore. Instead, I spent most of my time communicating with her.
I told her my thoughts and feelings, explaining that I didn't not love her; on the contrary, it was an expression of my love
. However, I was also very troubled, so I hoped she could understand. I even used homosexuality as an analogy, saying it
's just a sexual orientation (my girlfriend is quite accepting and acknowledging of homosexuality, maybe she reads too many comics, haha
). Everyone has their own hobbies, just like interests. Some people like stamps, some like
collecting coins; we can't simply say it's wrong.

Gradually, my girlfriend probably felt too sorry for me, so she wasn't as vehemently
opposed as she had been initially. But she made a pact with me: it's okay to talk about it, but it absolutely cannot be done. (I wonder if
anyone else has had this feeling: in the process of persuasion, the reasoning doesn't need to be perfect, but it just needs to resonate with her
. For example, when I used homosexuality as an analogy, my girlfriend immediately understood why I had such thoughts and
couldn't control myself, haha, but she's not a lesbian. So, you need to be specific in your persuasion of your wife
; that's my biggest experience.) But don't let my simple description fool you; this stage lasted
for a full six years until we actually started exchanging partners.

Later, something else had a significant impact on my girlfriend: after we graduated and started working, we
didn't see each other as often as before, and naturally, "that kind of thing" wasn't as convenient either. It depended on our work schedules
. Even though we lived in the same city, we had to squeeze in time to meet due to work. Sometimes, when business got busy,
we wouldn't see each other for a month or two. Even though we didn't see each other, we missed each other terribly. Since we missed each other
, we also missed "that kind of thing," but sometimes we really couldn't meet. So what did we do? I believe
many readers have had this experience: we took care of it ourselves—masturbated. My girlfriend knows I feel bad for having to endure this because
I can't see him (she's such a good wife!), so she tries to find ways to ease
my longing for her.

One night, we were talking on the phone, whispering to each other, and I suddenly felt an overwhelming longing. Hearing her
soft voice on the other end, my little brother involuntarily got aroused. So I told my girlfriend. She
chuckled, and I said, "What are you laughing at? I miss you so much!" She softly said, "Then you
should take care of yourself, don't make yourself sick." I casually said, "No, you're not here, it
won't feel as good as when you're here." (Actually, I was just saying it casually, I knew I would still do it later.
) But to my surprise, she was silent for a while and then whispered, "Then I'll keep you company." (Because my girlfriend
is very shy, even though we've done it many times, she still gets embarrassed when it comes to this kind of thing.)
I got excited and asked her how she would keep me company. She said she would listen on the other end of the phone.

Then, over the phone, I started masturbating while whispering sweet nothings to her. Honestly, it
was really exciting; it felt like she was right there beside me. As we were doing it, I suddenly had a whim to
ask her to say something exciting to get me going. My girlfriend, having never experienced anything like this before, naturally didn't know what to say. So I
encouraged her to talk about swapping. She initially refused, but couldn't resist, and eventually rambled
on. Because she'd never been involved in swapping before,
she naturally couldn't say much, mostly just about what we did together, but I felt it was a big improvement.

After this, we gradually developed a "storytelling" habit: when we couldn't meet,
she'd talk about swapping (usually us as the main characters), to help me during masturbation. After a
while, and with me offering some pointers (usually from swapping articles I'd seen online
), my girlfriend could now naturally tell a complete "story."

Some might think this is nothing special, but what I want to say is that getting a "little girl" who was inherently averse to
this kind thing, shy and unwilling to talk about it (admittedly, my girlfriend really
gave off that impression in many ways) to be able to talk about it naturally is a huge
step forward. And through repeated communication with my girlfriend, I discovered that time truly is a panacea; my girlfriend
has unknowingly stopped resisting the idea of swapping. The most important indication is that when we discussed
swapping again, when I asked her if she felt more comfortable with swapping or a threesome, she actually said she could accept
a threesome because she didn't want to see me with other people. This can truly be considered a watershed moment, because from then on,
we had no more obstacles in discussing this topic, laying a solid ideological
foundation for future swapping. But friends, don't think it's easy; it took me five years, and in those five years
, my girlfriend became my wife.

The preamble might have been a bit long, I hope you'll understand. I just wanted to
present my experiences truthfully, hoping to provide some reference for others.

During the time my girlfriend and I were having a "tug-of-war" over our relationship, I met a friend
online, much like many other stories. How should I address him? I'll call him
Brother Fa here, because he's older than me, and my wife was amazed when she met him, exclaiming that he looked like Chow Yun-fat. (To be honest,
I don't think he looks like him; he's probably more muscular, haha.) Brother Fa was the person we ended up swapping partners with
. We'd known each other for about three years.

You might be surprised again, thinking that's a long time. But I want to say that only time can truly prove
a person's character and sincerity. At the same time, I also met several people who claimed to be swapping partners, but they all immediately
asked for photos, then went silent after receiving them, and some even went so far as to ask for photos of us in bed! So I
was very careful in this regard, and in the end, time proved that only Brother Fa was genuinely interested in developing a relationship with us.

Brother Fa is exactly 30 this year. When we first met, I was still in university, and Brother Fa had just gotten married.
We connected through a forum by chance. At that time, Brother Fa, like me, was also troubled by his wife's disapproval
, and a sense of empathy brought us together. At first, we would occasionally
greet each other online, gradually exchanging views, and it was only when we talked about our respective troubles that we truly
became a couple. Back then, Brother Fa even advised me that it wasn't appropriate for me to swap girlfriends since I wasn't married yet, and told
me to think it over carefully.

So I thought he was a very honest person, and that was indeed the case. During that time, we poured out our troubles
and worries to each other, exchanged our views on ***, and gradually developed to the point where we could talk about anything. Although we
had never met in person, the trust between us was slowly built up over time. Even my
job choice after graduation was based on Brother Fa's advice. (By the way, Brother Fa is a planning director, young
and promising!) I'll skip over the details of our many heart-to-heart talks here. Here I just want to clarify one point: Brother Fa
never asked me to send photos or videos; those things only happened after we met in person. After numerous failures, I felt that finding someone online to swap partners was like finding a needle in a haystack.
I didn't expect that after telling Brother Fa, he felt the same way. Then he suddenly said, "If you trust me, why don't we swap?" At that moment, I was overjoyed. I'd always considered Brother Fa a friend and hadn't really considered that possibility. So we immediately agreed. However, while we agreed, we faced two problems: First, neither of us had ever swapped partners before, and we didn't know what would happen . Second, neither of us had convinced our wives. The first problem was manageable, but the second one was a real challenge. So we agreed to each try to convince the other's wife until we succeeded, but if we couldn't, we could still be friends. Honestly, I was really grateful for Brother Fa's understanding . Later, I slowly worked on persuading my wife. "First published by Happy White-Collar Workers, please indicate the source when reprinting" At the end of last year, I received good news from Brother Fa. He said his wife had finally agreed, after a lot of effort . Actually, it was quite simple. Brother Fa told his wife that he would be thirty next year and he didn't want anything except a swapping experience as a 30th birthday gift (…). His wife couldn't resist his daily persuasion and finally agreed. I was so envious after hearing this, and happy that Brother Fa had such a wonderful wife. However, although I've made great progress, to be honest, putting it into practice is still very difficult… I was anxious, but Brother Fa comforted me, saying there was no rush, he had a year to prepare. I was unsure, who knew if I could convince my wife in a year. Then Brother Fa gave me another suggestion, saying I could try the method he used on his wife. I thought that might not be a bad idea, but I'm not thirty yet… Sometimes people need a little pressure; with pressure, you can come up with all sorts of ideas. Following Brother Fa's suggestion, I suddenly had an inspiration. Next year will be my tenth anniversary with my wife. Should I put some thought into it? Although I've been thinking about it, I'm honestly quite unsure. So I shared my thoughts with my friend, Fa-ge, and asked for his advice. Fa-ge simply said that these things can't be forced, and I should just let things happen naturally. He told me not to put too much pressure on my wife and also gave me some suggestions. (Honestly, I was really grateful for Fa-ge's sincerity.) Without further ado, I started focusing on the tenth anniversary theme, frequently discussing how to celebrate with my wife. Of course, there were a few tricks involved. For example, while discussing things with my wife, I would try my best to fulfill her wishes, but whenever she asked, I would always avoid mentioning them (this was also Fa- ge's advice). Over time, I realized that to celebrate, I had granted my wife no fewer than ten wishes, while not mentioning anything to her myself. My wife was, of course, happy. Because of work, I don't spend much time with her anyway, so this made up for it somewhat. But naturally, she felt she owed me a lot (because she loves me very much too, haha). But that's exactly the effect I wanted to achieve. 2008 was an extraordinary year for China, and it was also an extraordinary year . With the Olympics approaching, I was promoted due to my excellent work performance; my work achievements were outstanding, and I was very successful. When I told my wife about the promotion when I got home that day, she was naturally overjoyed, shouting like a child that she wanted to celebrate with me. I was also in a good mood, but I didn't agree to the celebration , giving the usual reasons that men should prioritize family and career, this was normal, and there was nothing to celebrate. My wife was unhappy to hear this, saying that we had agreed to celebrate our tenth anniversary this year, but so far I had been the one accompanying her and fulfilling her requests, while I hadn't made any requests myself. This time it was such a big event, she insisted on giving me a proper celebration.

I felt the timing was about right, but I was still unsure if proposing that kind of thing would work, so I
didn't
really agree. This made my wife anxious; she clung to me, pleading and saying things like, "Good husband, sweet husband, just ask for anything, and I'll definitely give it to you." Looking at her innocent face, I hesitated to say
it, but considering how long I'd been preparing, I couldn't just give up like that. So, I gritted my teeth
and told her my real wish: if she really wanted to grant me one wish, I'd agree
to make that exchange once. Sure enough, my wife looked disappointed and said, "Why do you still want that?"

But I noticed a change in her; she didn't immediately and firmly
refuse as she used to when I made that request. I secretly thought I had a chance, so I launched a romantic offensive, explaining that what I was doing
was also a way of showing my love for her, and that it had always been my wish, so why wouldn't she accommodate me just this once? Perhaps
it was because I had done so much groundwork beforehand, and because my wife genuinely felt
she hadn't done enough for me in preparation for our tenth anniversary celebration, coupled with my years of subtly instilling the idea of a swap, I could clearly
sense her defenses starting to crumble. Over the next few days, I intensified my efforts, even
directly communicating with her. Persistence paid off, and finally, during a long talk in bed,
she reluctantly agreed to my request.

I was overjoyed; years of effort had finally yielded results. However, my wife
told me that she agreed only to satisfy me, because she couldn't imagine herself
doing that kind of thing with someone else. Of course, I was incredibly grateful to my wife, and the next few days were
wonderful, like a second honeymoon. Regarding the swap, my wife only said
that as long as I was satisfied, that was enough. How could that be? At my repeated requests, my wife made one request:
the man had to be handsome. (Thankfully, Fa-ge met this requirement; otherwise, I don't know when
I would have found someone I could trust and who my wife would also find handsome).

Similarly, I immediately told Fa-ge the news, and then we began meticulously planning
the exchange. Our first agreement was that neither of us should tell
the other's wife about our relationship, lest they immediately think we were in cahoots (although we were indeed in cahoots). Then
we decided to meet first before deciding whether to pursue a deeper relationship. This was my suggestion; Fa-
ge was quite understanding. He said a meeting was necessary; we'd have a meal together, get to know each other, and not do anything else
. If we were satisfied, we could discuss further; if not, we could remain friends. Here,
I must admit I had a selfish motive. I won't go into my wife's standards, but I consider myself
quite handsome and have never lacked suitors. So, I was worried that the other person's appearance might not
meet our expectations, and I wanted to have a backup plan. (Brother Fa, please don't blame me if you see this). So
, we agreed to have dinner together at Sasa Restaurant on Hengshan Road one day, and naturally, we'd split the bill.

My wife and I inevitably had to engage in a lot of persuasion, and convincing her to go required a lot of arguments to justify
all my actions. I won't go into details here, but in the end, my wife agreed to go for dinner and meet
them. I told her the other person was just a couple we met online. On that day, it was a
weekend, and we were a bit late due to traffic. However, Brother Fa had made the reservation,
so after arriving, we told the waiter our names and were led directly to Brother Fa's table. To be honest, the restaurant was very nice,
with a high-class atmosphere and elegant ambiance. The pleasant music and soft lighting created a very comfortable feeling.
While the waiter was leading us around, I observed the other diners. Since everyone was eating, I couldn't
immediately identify them. It wasn't until the waiter led us to a corner table that I realized
who Brother Fa and his partner were.

Before we even got close, they stood up to greet us. After exchanging greetings, we quickly recognized each other
, and Brother Fa naturally invited us to sit down. What followed was ordering food, chatting, and eating. I thought that since
Brother Fa and I had known each other for a while, we would be the main conversation during the meal. But who knew that
once we met, it was Brother Fa's wife who took center stage. Their conversation started simply: his wife saw
my wife's phone and exclaimed how much she liked it (my wife's phone is a limited
edition Hello Kitty phone that I specially asked someone to bring back from Hong Kong; my wife treasures it). Then came the
conversation about where she bought it, how it was, and how she wanted to buy one too. Later, the two of them really started chatting, from cosmetics
to clothing, from fashion trends to movie stars. They even discovered they had a lot in common, so they basically
ignored the two men. Of course, we were happy to have some peace and quiet, just exchanging smiles and playing along to
maintain a harmonious atmosphere at the meal.

Overall, the dinner was very relaxed and enjoyable, like a gathering of two close friends
, completely devoid of any hint of sex. During the meal, we
learned Fa-ge's wife is 27, his junior from university (they were also a campus couple!), and like my wife
, works in finance. (Because of this, they had a lot to talk about, lamenting how hard their work and exams were,
and saying they'd take the exams together next time and make a fortune... without even considering who's the main breadwinner!)
They haven't had children yet (which is quite normal), own a three-bedroom apartment in
the city , and invited us to visit sometime. Haha, at that moment I was thinking, if we actually went, I wonder
what we'd do. The meal lasted a long time, and we even ordered another bottle of red wine, drinking quite heartily. Gradually,
we men started talking more, joining their conversation, and the four of us were truly enjoying ourselves like
longtime friends.

At that point, Fa-ge and I both realized that, judging from their behavior, things were looking promising.
During the meal, I went to the restroom with Chow Yun-fat for a smoke. Since our wives were present, we couldn't say anything openly, but now was a good opportunity
. Chow Yun-fat handed me a Zhonghua cigarette and said, "You're a lucky guy, always saying your wife isn't pretty."
Honestly, how old is your wife? She's not still in school, is she? I said, "I swear, you can check her ID if you don't believe me."
That's when Brother Fa confided in me. He said he felt a surge of desire the moment he saw my wife, and he couldn't imagine
what such an innocent-looking girl would be like in bed. I was amused and said
I'd give him a chance to see her someday. That's how we basically reached an agreement. (First published by Happy White-Collar,
please indicate the source when reprinting.)

You might be wondering why we didn't discuss Brother Fa's wife. Hehe, I don't think it's necessary
to discuss it, because I think Brother Fa knew from the beginning that I wouldn't refuse his wife, because,
hehe, she's really beautiful, much prettier than my wife. Chow Yun-fat's wife (let's call her Yan, it's her name
, haha) has a very outstanding figure. Unlike my wife, who is petite and delicate, Yan's
figure is definitely more like a devil's. She's also very pleasant to look at. Her oval face and small mouth left a
deep impression on me, because when we met, I wondered what oral sex would feel like (please don't scold me).
Her face shape and mouth are similar to my wife's, but her eyes are much larger and she's very good at using her eyes to seduce.
Perhaps Yan herself didn't do it, but to others, it definitely looked like she was trying to seduce. To put it another way, her overall
appearance is similar to that of the Korean singer Chae Yeon.

We enjoyed the meal, but because we had agreed beforehand, we went home separately afterward.
However, both women exchanged contact information, saying they would stay in touch. When I got home, I asked my wife how she felt.
She thought the couple was easy to get along with and didn't seem to have any aversion to them. Next, I cautiously asked
my wife what she thought of Fa Ge. She said he was quite handsome and tall (Fa Ge said he's 186cm) and
quite muscular (probably because he goes to the gym often), which was her type. I was happy then;
since my wife didn't dislike Fa Ge, things would be easier. Afterwards, I
asked my wife again about my idea of exchanging places with Fa Ge. She didn't say anything; although she didn't show any joy, I knew
she agreed, though she still had some reservations. The same went for Fa Ge; I had convinced him
, and everything was ready except for setting a date.

Fa Ge and I planned our next meeting in detail online. I always felt that if we were going to do something, we should
consider everything carefully. Finally, we agreed on a few points: First, the location would be Fa Ge's house, because
we always felt unsafe outside. Second, all four of us needed recent health certificates. At first, I
thought this was unnecessary, but then I realized it was responsible to both others and ourselves, so
I agreed. Third, neither of us should force the other to do anything they don't want to do, mainly to avoid upsetting
the woman and potentially causing a breakup. We agreed that as long as we could convince the other's wife,
everything would be fine, and we wouldn't interfere too much. I thought about it, and this did include many
things, like using condoms, but discussing it between us saved us a lot of trouble. After that
, we considered most of the smaller details and set a date for the first
weekend after National Day (because both of us men had to work overtime during the holiday).

A few days later, I took some time to explain the situation to my wife. She seemed quite unhappy
, but since she had agreed, she didn't object much. There were still
three , but I had already started preparing, of course, to conserve my energy and ammunition
. Haha, later my friend told me that he had been preparing for even longer—
a whole month without firing a single shot! I was incredibly impressed.

Finally, the appointed day arrived. A couple of days ago, I saw online that Yan and my wife had already arranged for us
to go out today. After sleeping in late, I carefully prepared myself. My husband and I each took a shower before
leaving , and I shaved thoroughly, meticulously grooming myself inside and out. (Don't laugh at me, friends;
it's my first time, so I naturally had to prepare carefully. I'm sure you all did the same, haha.)
Because I was busy preparing, I didn't pay much attention to my wife, but I know she definitely prepared carefully as well
. Once we were all ready, I noticed my wife looked exceptionally beautiful today. Although her outfit
was her usual innocent style—a white fitted shirt under a sleeveless black vest, a dark red bow tie
, and a dark red plaid midi skirt (the kind that reaches the knees
, somewhat like the school uniform skirts in Japanese manga; my wife especially loves this
style, but I don't know what to call it, haha)—it complemented her perfectly. It was clear she had
put a lot of thought into her look, so I couldn't help but compliment her a few times, which naturally made her much happier.

We arrived at Fa Ge's house at four in the afternoon. Yan was preparing dinner, dressed
casually in a tracksuit, but judging from her makeup and the contents of the meal, they had also put thought into it. After putting down the gifts
, my wife went into the kitchen to help, while Fa Ge and I sat in the living room smoking and chatting. Perhaps we both knew what was going on, so
we kept quiet about what would happen that evening, mainly just watching financial news to pass the time. Dinner was ready
, and everyone enjoyed it. As usual, we drank red wine. My wife seemed to have had a bit too much; her flushed
cheeks added a touch of allure to her innocent charm. Yan's alcohol tolerance was decent, but under the influence of alcohol,
her eyes became even more alluring and captivating.

We had a very enjoyable meal, chatting freely about everything under the sun. Brother Fa, being particularly good at telling jokes,
made it past eight o'clock. Because of the pleasant atmosphere, Brother Fa glanced at the clock and casually
remarked , "Oh, it's already eight o'clock. Why don't you stay out tonight? The house is big, it'll be convenient.
" Everyone understood the unspoken meaning, but it wouldn't be right not to say it explicitly. I playfully nudged my
wife, and her face instantly turned bright red, all the way to her neck, making her look even more pitiful.
Seeing that my wife didn't say anything, I said, "Then thank you, Brother Fa. We've troubled you tonight." (Haha, that's
just polite talk. Afterwards, Brother Fa told me that he got an erection the moment he saw my wife's outfit that day, and he was already trying to control himself.)
I couldn't control myself; I ate the whole meal while my blood was pumping. I said, "After seeing Yan, was n't I the same way
?" (First published by Happy White-Collar, please indicate source when reprinting).

The two women needed to tidy up a bit, so Fa Ge and I went to the study to look at the computer and research foreign exchange. To be honest,
I didn't know what I was thinking at that moment. I'd been looking forward to it for so long, but now that it was almost time, I felt
a little lost. Looking at the foreign exchange index, my mind was racing. At this point, Yan came over and asked if I wanted to take a shower first,
and if I had brought any change of clothes. I could only say I'd showered before leaving, but October in Shanghai isn't exactly cool or
hot, so I decided to take a shower anyway, mainly because I didn't want Yan to feel pressured.
When I went into the bathroom, Yan gave me a pair of big shorts (the kind for basketball), saying they were new, bought by Fa Ge but never
had a chance to wear.

I laughed and asked why I didn't have a top. Yan smiled, and after chatting for a while, we suddenly ran out of things to say. To
be honest, this one-on-one conversation felt incredibly awkward; I was really worried about whether I could get a normal
erection. There was a moment of silence, and then Yan, seeing that she had nothing more to say, simply told me to go wash up and left. I
quickly washed up and went out, still wearing my own short-sleeved shirt, thinking it probably wasn't too dirty
since I'd just changed. Yan was alone in the living room, so I went into the study. Brother Fa wasn't there, and I didn't see my wife either. I
went back to the living room and asked Yan where my wife was. Yan was also about to take a shower. For some reason, I felt
an awkward atmosphere when we were alone together.

She simply said that my wife had also gone to shower. (Brother Fa's house has two bathrooms; I
showered in the guest bathroom, so my wife must have showered in the master bathroom.) I said "Oh," and casually asked about Brother Fa.
Yan didn't say anything; perhaps she sensed something was making her awkward. After a five-second pause, just
when I thought she hadn't heard me clearly and wasn't going to ask again, she suddenly whispered, "I
went to take some clean clothes to Yun (let's assume that's what they call my wife)."

My head suddenly went blank, I felt suffocated,
and my heart was racing. I tried my best to act normal, after all, Yan had just brought me clothes, and we hadn't
done anything. I said "Oh," and then pretended to wander towards the master bedroom. When I went in, I only saw Fa Ge's
clothes thrown on the bed. He seemed to be in a real hurry. My wife only had her stockings and vest neatly
folded to the side. I could hear water running in the bathroom, but I couldn't make out any other sounds. I
really . Hearing the water running through the bathroom, the feeling was indescribable.

I was also wondering why my wife let Fa Ge in. Later, my wife told
me that when Yan asked her to go to the master bedroom to shower, she was looking for my clothes, saying she would bring them in. After bringing them in,
she didn't come out until my wife was about to go in to shower, so she assumed I had showered with Yan
. Later, she went into the bathroom, feeling rather unhappy. The door was locked, but after she
was halfway undressed, Brother Fa suddenly came in, saying he was bringing my wife some clothes. My wife was naturally scared; it was
her first time being exposed to another man, and she didn't know what to do.

Then Brother Fa told my wife that Yan had already showered with me, so why didn't they shower together too? My wife
said she really didn't know what to do at the time, and she didn't see Brother Fa leave, but the thought of
showering with someone else and wondering what they might do made her feel a pang of jealousy, so she didn't refuse. Later, my wife said that she
probably wanted to make me jealous, so from the moment she agreed to shower with Brother Fa, she deliberately obeyed
him, doing whatever he asked. This is something that bothered me afterwards, but Brother Fa later
told me that he and Yan had agreed to shower separately, which would be the start of the exchange. He didn't know that after he went into
my wife's bathroom, Yan would come out out of embarrassment, which explained why Yan was
so obviously embarrassed when she brought me the pants.

I believe everyone can guess what Brother Fa and my wife did in the bathroom. However, there was one thing:
they didn't do it in the bathroom. I don't know why, but my wife said that Fa Ge never seemed to want to
penetrate her. My wife couldn't possibly have asked for it herself, could she?

Fa Ge and my wife took a very long time showering (maybe it's just my imagination). When Yan came out,
they still weren't done. I looked at Yan, who was wearing a silk nightgown. Because the air conditioning was on full blast, she was very
comfortable. I believe she realized I already knew, and she felt a little embarrassed. To be honest, I just
felt awkward and didn't know how to start. At the same time, I could hear the sound of water in the bathroom, and the thought of my wife
showering with someone else, that intertwined feeling, was really exciting.

So, I suddenly made a snap decision, grabbed Yan, and threw her onto the bed, feeling like I was going all in.
Yan seemed a little unwilling, and I knew it was our first time, so I didn't dare to be too forceful.
My movements became gentle, and Yan stopped resisting and slowly began to cooperate.
We kissed for a long time on the bed, and when I felt Yan was no longer resistant, I pulled her up, took off my shirt, and
sat a sofa chair next to us. Yan seemed to know what I wanted to do, but she still seemed hesitant
. So I pulled her to my side, pointed to the bathroom, and said, "Your husband's like this, why don't you satisfy me
too?"

With a gentle push, I made her kneel in front of me. As Yan knelt down, she seemed to understand,
stroking my lower body and slowly pulling down my pants, then putting her mouth on mine. To be honest, Yan's oral
sex skills were decent, but still a bit lacking compared to my wife. At this moment, Fa Ge and my wife came out. Fa Ge
was wearing beach shorts, and from a distance, you could see his erection sticking out of his pants. Seeing my wife's clothes, I
understood why Yan had only given me a pair of pants; the top was on my wife, but because it
was a larger size and my wife is petite, it became a mini-dress. My wife's face was flushed,
I didn't know if it was from the alcohol or the shower, but she looked incredibly alluring. When they came out,
Yan was using her mouth to stimulate my penis.

My wife watched us for a while. I didn't know what she was feeling at the time, but after a while, she
sat on the edge of the bed and helped Fa-ge take off his beach shorts, then started giving him oral sex. To be honest, watching my wife
give oral sex to someone else made me feel a mix of bitterness and excitement. The moment she pulled down his beach shorts, I saw Fa-ge's penis,
and honestly, it was a size I envied. My wife could fully grasp it with one hand, and her mouth still couldn't cover it
completely. I only saw that my wife was giving him oral sex very seriously. First, she licked it all over like she was licking ice cream,
then she covered it completely with her mouth, and she also moved her hands up and down, occasionally
licking . Fa-ge was probably feeling too good, and he kept making muffled growls. Later
, he pushed my wife, and she lay down on the bed, her legs lifting up due to inertia. Fa-ge then took the opportunity
to pull down her underwear. That's when I saw that my wife was wearing cartoon underwear, with a cartoon pig's
head printed on it.

I've always found it exciting that my wife likes to wear underwear like that; it gives me
that . Then, Fa Ge kept lifting my wife's legs and giving her oral sex, the kind where you
push her thighs up to her chest, knees bent, and her genitals completely exposed. It was obvious my wife was
enjoying the stimulation, and Fa Ge was very attentive, even poking her genitals with his fingers while licking. At that
point, I was really distracted, so I said to Yan, "Why don't you give me a blowjob?" Yan's breasts are really big
, unlike my wife's, which are relatively small—I'm being honest. Yan then started diligently using
her breasts to stimulate me. At this point, I saw Fa Ge whisper something in my wife's ear, and I thought they
might be going to do it. I heard my wife say something like, "I've tried before," and then I saw Fa
Ge whisper something more, followed by a soft chuckle from my wife, then she nodded and got up.

After Fa-ge got off my wife, he knelt on
the bed, head down, buttocks sticking up high—the position women often assume for rear-entry. At first, I didn't react, but then I saw
my wife climb behind Fa-ge and adjust her semi-reclined position to make herself more comfortable. At that moment, she
glanced in my direction, her eyes filled with a seductive allure, which, combined with her innocent expression,
excited me immensely. It was that glance that suddenly made me realize what Fa-ge might want my wife to do. Before
I could react, my wife grabbed Fa-ge's buttocks and brought her face close. Clearly, I could see
her lick Fa-ge's anus with her tongue, then, as if licking a cold drink
, repeatedly lick from bottom to top. And from her expression, it was clear she was very focused.

I was incredibly aroused, because even I had never let my wife try this. As my wife licked
, her hand slipped between Fa-ge's legs and grasped his genitals from behind, stroking them backwards
. Afterwards, I asked her how she came up with that idea, and she said Fa-ge taught her, but she said stroking them with her hand was
something she did involuntarily while licking. Seeing my strong reaction, Yan glanced at Fa-ge on the bed and
said, "How about I lick it for you?" I was a little embarrassed and asked how. Yan said, "
Hold onto the bed, I'll kneel down and help you." So I held onto the bed, watching my wife
lick someone else's anus up close, while simultaneously enjoying being licked myself. After a while, Fa-ge turned around, kneeling on the bed
with his upper body straight, and my wife cooperated by bending down to continue giving him oral sex.

Watching this up close was incredibly stimulating, and Fa-ge's genitals were indeed very clear—
they were big. My wife was also very enthusiastic during the oral sex. Suddenly, I heard Fa-ge's breathing become heavy.
When my wife spat out his glans, I could clearly see that the veins on his penis were bulging, and the glans was
as red as a blood-filled ping-pong ball (maybe a bit exaggerated, but it really was huge, haha). Yan whispered to my wife
, "He hasn't done it for a month, he can't take you like this, let him ejaculate first." My wife
smiled and said "Oh," and quickened her hand and mouth movements. At this moment, Fa-ge asked my wife where she wanted him to ejaculate
, and my wife spat out his glans and said, "Whatever you want, or you can ejaculate on my hand." But Fa-ge
insisted, "I want to ejaculate on your face," and pressed my wife down, making her lie face up, his penis aimed at
her face. I knew that my wife was actually very afraid of being ejaculated on in the face, and she wanted to move away, but
she knew that a man can't stop when he's about to ejaculate, so she kept stroking Fa-ge's penis with her hand.

But just as my wife climbed up a little, and was halfway sitting up, Fa-ge ejaculated. Right
in front of me, my wife was sitting up when her face was directly facing Chow Yun-fat's genitals. His
first ejaculation landed directly on her face—very forcefully, quickly, and in large quantities. My wife was so startled
she screamed and instinctively froze. Then, as she screamed, a second ejaculation
came out, most of it going into her mouth, with a lot splattering on her face. Chow Yun-fat
ejaculated many more times; I was truly astonished at how much he could ejaculate. He kept
moving , and finally shoved it into her mouth.

What I witnessed next was someone covering my wife's face with semen and forcing her to perform
oral sex on him with semen still on her face. Afterwards, my wife told me she didn't have time to react and was forced to swallow a lot of semen
because there was so much. Even after it was in her mouth, she could feel his genitals dripping semen,
and she couldn't spit it out; that's when she was forced to drink so much. My wife has never liked drinking semen, which made
me feel both excited and uncomfortable when I heard this. Actually, it was supposed to be oral sex, but my wife barely moved;
it was mostly Fa-ge thrusting in and out of her mouth. After a while, Fa-ge pulled out, and my wife finally
let out a deep breath. I noticed that not only her face, but also her chest, shoulders, and hair were covered in semen.

At the time, I wondered why Fa-ge ejaculated without penetration, but later, during our conversation, I learned that
he and my wife had basically done everything except penetration in the shower, and he hadn't ejaculated for almost a month.
I'm already very sensitive, and my penis was already incredibly aroused in the bathroom. Then, as soon as I came out, I saw Yan giving
me oral sex. My wife is really good at oral sex, and she also uses her hands to assist. She also suddenly
became . So, with all these factors combined, I ejaculated after only a few thrusts with my wife. I thought to myself
, "Brother Fa is really something; I can't hold back for a month." Although I had started storing up energy early,
I still couldn't resist having sex with my wife during the National Day holiday.

After Brother Fa finished, my wife and he lay down to rest (my wife mainly needed to catch her breath).
At this point, I was really excited, so I went to have sex with Yan. Yan didn't resist and let me climb on
top of her. When I first penetrated her, she let out a soft "Ah!"—a very pleasant sound, but quite loud.
This is different from my wife. Maybe because of her personality, my wife is always shy about making loud noises; even when things are going well
, she only moans softly, but it's very charming. After a couple of thrusts, I saw my wife get up from the side
and go to the bathroom. I knew my wife needed to shower; having semen all over her face was uncomfortable.
Brother Fa watched for a while, then went into the bathroom.

To be honest, I felt a little uncomfortable with them there, but one thing I was certain of was
my skill and stamina in bed. No matter what, if I wanted, I could always
keep the intercourse going for over an hour. So, I had a bit of a vengeful feeling—like, "You ejaculated on my wife's face, I
'll make up for it with time." (This isn't bragging; my wife often begs for
mercy after I've done her so much, but I really enjoy going at it for a long time. However, if I can't control myself, I
ejaculate in about ten minutes.) I was having sex with Yan for a long time, but I just didn't want to ejaculate. Yan's moans were very loud, which I think
greatly aroused Brother Fa in the bathroom. (Our conversation afterwards confirmed this.)
When I was having sex with Yan from behind, Brother Fa and my wife came out. They had indeed been showering for quite a while, but I was still focused on
Yan, though I kept wanting to get a good look at my wife (because her back was to the bathroom).

At that moment, I only heard my wife say, "Let's go next door, I feel a little uncomfortable." Then I heard them leave
and close the door. I turned around and saw they were no longer in the room. After they left, I felt very
lost and a little absent-minded. After a while, I felt an increasing sense of unfairness
(I don't know if my description is correct, but it's somewhat similar; anyone with similar experiences can share).
In a fit of anger, I became aggressive and started thrusting wildly into Yan, making her breasts bounce up
and down (because my wife's breasts aren't as big as Yan's, the swaying of her breasts
aroused me greatly). Her moans grew louder and louder, and finally, I couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated forcefully. I had intended to ejaculate into
Yan's mouth, but I couldn't hold back and ejaculated inside her without pulling out.

Afterward, we lay together to rest for a while and did some simple cleaning. Seeing that it was quite late,
I said to her, "Why don't we go to sleep first?" Yan agreed and fell asleep with me on their bed. My wife
and Fa Ge were probably sleeping in the guest room; they didn't come over all night. In the middle of the night, I had sex with Yan again because I kept
hearing the sound of a Simmons mattress in the next room. After waking up, I got excited and started doing it. This time, I timed it
well; I ejaculated during doggy style. Afterward, I even had Yan give me oral sex. (First
post by Happy White-Collar Workers, please indicate

source when reprinting) With the alcohol and excitement, I slept very soundly that night, until almost 1 PM.
(I can actually sleep a lot; I can sleep all day.) After getting dressed, I went out of the room. Fa Ge and my wife were having lunch,
both fully dressed, so you couldn't tell what had happened the night before. I asked Yan, and she said she
received a phone call in the morning and had to go out at 10 AM. After lunch, since there was nothing else to do, we said goodbye.
Fa Ge saw us downstairs and said to come visit often. I smiled and went home with my wife.

Thinking back on that day is incredibly exciting; every time I think about it, I
can't help but ejaculate quickly. Later, I asked my wife a lot of questions about what they did while I was away. At first, she
wouldn't tell, but she couldn't resist my pleading, and although she was shy, she eventually told me many details. Of course
, she probably knew that if she hadn't told me, I could have found out from Fa-ge. There were also some things I
learned later:

After Fa-ge ejaculated the first time, my wife went into the bathroom to shower, and Fa-ge followed her in. My wife was initially
upset when she saw me having sex with her, and wanted to hide in the bathroom for a while, but after Fa-ge came in, he started washing her. My
wife didn't really care; she'd already showered once and then been covered in his semen, so she felt a bit resigned
(that's her exact words), and asked Fa-ge to help her shower again. After Fa-ge finished washing her, naturally, at
his request, she washed his penis again (it had already been washed the first time they showered together
). My wife told me that his penis, which had been a little soft, slowly became hard again while washing
.

After they finished washing, Fa-ge actually asked, "Is it clean?" The wife smiled and said it should be clean.
Brother Fa then told his wife to check it carefully. After a while, she said she had checked and it was quite clean
. Brother Fa then said, "Then taste it to see if it's still clean." The wife said she was amused by Brother Fa's words; he had been trying to get
her to give him oral sex, and she had thought it really wasn't clean. So she diligently began licking him
, and while he was in her mouth, his penis became hard and erect.
The oral sex was going well, but then Brother Fa said something. He said he needed to "pee" (Brother Fa's
exact words). The wife spat it out, said "Oh," and said, "Then go 'pee' yourself" (also his exact words
).

Then Brother Fa said he wanted to pee on his wife. The wife was startled (I was also startled,
because I'd never tried this with my wife before) and immediately stood up, saying, "How can you do that?" Brother Fa tried to persuade her
a few times but couldn't convince her, so he didn't insist. After washing and touching her for a while, they heard swallows chirping
very loudly outside. The wife said she felt uncomfortable hearing it. At this point, Brother Fa asked his wife to perform oral sex again.
Without thinking much, my wife knelt down again and started giving Fa-ge oral sex. While she was giving Fa-ge oral sex, all she
could hear was Yan's voice, and her mind was preoccupied with what she was doing, so she didn't pay attention to Fa-ge.

My wife said that later Fa-ge suddenly started groaning, and his breathing became heavier, so she thought he might be having anal sex again.
She busied herself with her mouth and hands, and at that moment Fa-ge told her to keep her mouth covered and not to take it off. Although my wife really
didn't want to be ejaculated into her mouth, seeing how engrossed Fa-ge was, she just made a soft "hmm" (a detail Fa-ge told me)
. My wife said that the noise outside was very loud at that time, and she was actually quite distracted. Suddenly, she
felt a hot stream of fluid shoot up her throat. My wife tensed up, thinking Fa-ge had ejaculated again, and quickly
tightened her mouth, but the taste and texture felt different from the semen she usually had in her mouth (my wife's exact words).
However, she admitted that her mind was elsewhere, and although she felt something was wrong, she didn't immediately realize it.

As the water kept flowing from her mouth down her throat, she suddenly realized what was happening, but her mouth
was already full of Chow Yun-fat's urine. In a panic, she quickly opened her mouth and spat out Chow Yun-fat's genitals,
but in that instant, because she didn't catch her breath properly, she swallowed a large mouthful, and the rest flowed down her face and onto
her clothes. But Chow Yun-fat didn't stop; even with his genitals outside, he continued to urinate on his wife. Since she
was kneeling on the ground while giving him oral sex, Chow Yun-fat, positioned high above her, urinated all over her face and hair. His wife
said that Chow Yun-fat's urination lasted a very long time, and he even used his hands to control the flow, urinating onto her face and chest. Later, I asked my wife if she was
still angry. She said she was initially unhappy, since who would willingly drink something like that? But then, because it
took so long for Fa-ge to finish, she was just trying to hide (Fa-ge said there wasn't much room for her to hide, and a shower room isn't
that big, so she just squatted in a corner with her hands covering her face). After he finished, her anger somehow subsided, probably
because she heard the noise outside. More than that, what I was doing outside affected her more.

That night, after we slept in separate rooms, my wife said that Fa-ge did it to her three times. Once, Fa-ge wanted to ejaculate inside her,
but she refused, so he used a condom (I guess I got lucky here, I didn't use one, haha). The other two times, she was
woken up after falling asleep, and he ejaculated on her face. My wife said Fa-ge seemed to particularly like ejaculating on faces. Later, I asked
Fa-ge, and he said he wasn't usually like that, but for some reason, he had a strong urge to ejaculate on my wife
's face. Why do I say "at night"? Because the next morning, after they got dressed, they saw I was still sleeping.
My wife chatted with Yan and watched TV in the living room, while Fa Ge went online. Later, Yan received a phone call and went out to
run errands, and Fa Ge took the opportunity to have sex with my wife again.

My wife said she didn't want to do it this time, but Fa Ge was very forceful. He didn't take off
her coat or skirt, and just pulled off her underwear. He had sex with her on the living room sofa. My wife said she was lying on the sofa when Fa
Ge forcefully penetrated her from behind. She really hoped I could stop him, but I didn't,
until Fa Ge ejaculated. But my wife said she didn't know why she wasn't angry with Fa Ge at the time, and
she told the truth that it felt really good during sex. But when asked if she would go back to
them, my wife refused, saying that she would only agree to it once, and there would never be a second time.
Because she really didn't want to be stripped naked and played with by other men.

This is my whole experience, which I've been writing for many days. Actually, I didn't write this
as a pornographic piece; I just wanted to share my honest feelings and
offer some advice. Frankly, I think this kind of relationship swapping shouldn't be forced. When looking for a partner
, you can't be impulsive; you need sincerity, but the relationship must stand the test of time.

You shouldn't have a heart to harm others, but you can't be without a heart to guard against them. I think a health certificate is essential
because this kind of thing is supposed to be fun for everyone, but who can guarantee nothing will go wrong? This isn't
about distrusting the other person, but about being responsible for yourself. Being responsible for yourself is also being
responsible for the other person. Of course, you also need identification (at least proof that you're a couple; we showed
Brother Fa photos from different periods to prove our authenticity, and Brother Fa inviting us to his home was the greatest trust and proof of that) .
Also, I don't think marriage certificates are reliable; these days, everything can be fake. So what I want to say is that if
you want to participate in this kind of game, you need to follow the rules, don't always deceive, and don't always have ulterior motives
. Sincerity, trust, and kindness are the most beautiful things in this world.

I've written quite a bit, and there are still many details I haven't covered. I hope readers will understand. However,
I've tried to describe my most memorable experiences in as much detail as possible. If you find
my writing too long or verbose, please forgive me. If you feel there are too many things I haven't explained clearly, or
the plot jumps too quickly, please contact me. We can exchange ideas more often. This is my first article, and I
hope you enjoy it.

Finally, I want to say something to the administrators: thank you so much for your hard work in creating this
platform. I believe most readers have seen your hard work. Please allow me to say
thank you, you've worked hard.

PS: To be honest, I don't know if there are any violations in this article. If there are,
please kindly revise it for me. I didn't mean any harm; I just wanted to truthfully record my experience
. Honestly, it's been a long time coming up, haha. I hope you enjoy this article.
Thank you.

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