I am interested in "wife swapping"

There are many definitions, explanations, and introductions to "wife swapping," one of which states: "Wife swapping games"
are exchanging partners to satisfy sexual desires. This game is relatively common in Europe and America, and due to
the influence of Western thought, "wife swappers" have gradually spread in China as well.
Although wife swapping games violate social morality and ethics, it is difficult to impose corresponding restrictions or punishments on them legally
. It also states: "Wife swapping should be called partner swapping. In civilized society, no
one regarded as an appendage of another gender. If it is treated as an object for exchange, that is a crime."
Initially, I agreed with these statements, but after careful consideration, I felt they were somewhat one-sided and inappropriate.
For example, "Wife swapping games are simply exchanging partners to satisfy sexual desires." Whose
sexual desires ? Is it unilateral satisfaction or mutual satisfaction? In reality, if a beautiful married woman cannot satisfy her sexual desires with her husband
, she can easily do so without even "hooking fingers"—it's easier than buying an evening newspaper. For a man like me,
satisfying only a little time and effort; I don't even need to "swap" my wife.
Then I realized I was overthinking things, especially after reading in another article that "
mostly participate, but some young couples also do." That's when I understood the couples' predicament—they might be
wealthy, but the women had mostly lost their "finger-pinning" ability, and the men were no longer as vigorous. When the passion of love
transformed into "familial affection," they "careed" for each other under "visual fatigue," using "exchange" to
obtain sexual satisfaction they couldn't get from each other.
However, among the many opinions, I strongly agree with the statement that "wife-swapping should be called partner-swapping." We really
can't treat our wives as commodities to be exchanged. Exchanging goods is buying and selling, and buying and selling must be for profit
. Being for profit is "prostitution," and "prostitution" is "illegal and criminal"!
If it's defined as "partner-swapping," then it's different. "Spouse" is the formal term for "husband and wife," a
respectable term Since husband and wife are each other's spouses, neither is an appendage of the other. Therefore, this "exchange" isn't
a transaction; without a transaction, there's no profit motive. An "exchange" without a profit motive is at most "
violated social morality and ethics."
However, "social morality and ethics" are also evolving with the times. For example,
the term "illegal cohabitation" used to exist, but it no longer does; previously, having sex with someone who isn't a spouse was called "cheating," but now it's no longer
"cheating," but rather a poetic "one-night stand"... Don't you see how many young people these days don't
cohabitate before falling in love and then getting married? Do people still gossip and criticize? How many young couples don't have a "one-night
stand say you're incompetent.
This is like "originally there was no road, but as more people walked, it became a road," but those who walk first will definitely
pay the price . Speaking of this, I really think Associate Professor Ma from XX University is unfairly "wronged." He
doesn't even have a "partner" himself, so what does he have to exchange? Organizing something like this, and doing it all from your own home—isn't this just playing "karate,"
starting from scratch , and maximizing profits? I really don't know how he got to the associate professor level. I'm
not saying this for nothing; practice needs theoretical guidance. We need to understand things clearly and distinguish the "zero line." Since
a one-night stand is acceptable, isn't "partner swapping" just two "partners" having a one-night stand simultaneously?
The key point is that they "know each other" and that multiple people shouldn't have a one-night stand in the same room! Once I understood
these points, I had a grasp of the boundaries, and I could say I had a technical standard for handling things. But one thing
I must clarify is that my initial intention for "partner swapping" was definitely not to satisfy my sexual desires—let's call it "wife swapping"
to avoid making my fellow horny friends feel awkward. Everyone says I'm not going against the crowd, but in my heart, I don't agree with "wife swapping," I only
agree with "partner swapping."
Because there's a fundamental difference—I'm handsome, eloquent, humorous, and well-mannered. To describe myself using
a classic line from the movie "Flirting Scholar,"—"People say I'm more handsome than Pan An, a little lecherous worm who surpasses even
the most beautiful pear blossoms "—while I may not "surpass" Pan An, I'm certainly "similar" to him. Besides, I'm not a "pear blossom"
with white hair, and my spouse isn't a "crabapple" with delicate beauty; both are in their prime. I'm also the "male confidant" of several "female confidantes."
My initial motivation for trying "wife swapping" stemmed from a "higher level of love" for my wife.
My wife was a virgin before marriage, and I was her only boyfriend. It's not that she wasn't beautiful; she was
one of the top ten beauties in her school back then, and many boys pursued her, but she only set her sights on me, this "potential stock." Over the years, I've
"kindly concealed" her "romantic escapades" outside, yet she still blushes when speaking to strange men.
My wife's cousin says she's "secretly passionate." If I don't help her seize the last moments of her youth, give her a chance to "
broaden her horizons," and let her see the exciting world beyond her husband, I feel it's a waste for her.
I love my wife very much; you could say I sometimes love her more than myself. But compared to that, I still can't
compare to how much she loves me. Her love for me is truly boundless, especially now that we're approaching middle age. Our love
has evolved into a deep familial bond, a kind of love that most people experiencing love for the first time can't understand. I was young once too—I had a "strange feeling"
at seven (precocious), and my "first time" at thirteen (by chance)
. In my early twenties, early in my marriage, our record was a passionate eleven times in one night (the last few
counted as penetration). But these seemingly intense and exciting moments were like the sloshing of a half-empty bucket.
Only couples whose love has evolved into familial affection can speak volumes in silence. On the surface, there are only the
slightest ripples, but their mutual love is like the unseen, turbulent depths of the Bermuda Triangle.
I often tell people that I have two closest women: my mother, who gave me life;
and my wife, who gave me peace. "A stable home life while having affairs outside"—it
's truly difficult to find a wife who is both generous and deeply loves her husband and family. Therefore, I often think: if
she has even the slightest desire to "broaden her horizons," I will do my best to create opportunities for her and personally
take her to see how wonderful the outside world is.
Fellow wolves, please don't think I'm a "pervert" or a man looking to be cuckolded. A certain psychologist
(my biggest weakness and strength is that I dislike rote memorization, which makes my brain remember
more details; for a more precise reading, just Google it) once said, "There are no people in the world who are not afraid of death, only times when they are not afraid of death.
" It is precisely because of such times that people like Wen Tianxiang have become immortalized. I'm going to follow suit here.
As the saying goes, "There are no men in the world who aren't afraid of being cuckolded, only men who aren't afraid of being cuckolded
at the moment." And that's when I said, "As long as she has even the slightest desire to 'broaden her horizons,' I will do
my best to create opportunities for her and personally take her to see how wonderful the outside world is." This
is my true initial motivation for wife-swapping.
Some of my fellow wolves might not believe that I'm such a seemingly fearless but actually quite foolish person,
but I can only tell you, it's true. I would do anything for my wife, as long as she's willing
and happy, I will satisfy her. Even though she knows I'm a pervert, she turns a blind eye and doesn't
say much about it—I interpret her tolerance and forbearance as two words: "She loves me!" For
a wife like that, how could I not do something a little silly to satisfy her? Besides, it's not just about
"swapping" her away without "swapping" a "partner" in return.
Even a prime minister's overseas trips emphasize "reciprocity," so I'm not losing out! Driven by this "original intention,"
since the beginning of last summer, I've been working tirelessly to change my wife's mindset... Every
night , when my wife comes home from her "work," after showering and changing into her nightgown, I "force" her to sit with me
in front of the computer to watch porn. These pornographic films are ones I secretly selected for her,
featuring themes like "married women committing incest" and "swapping."
While watching, I always hold her in my arms, kissing and caressing her, sometimes even touching and kneading her
full breasts and teasing her "steamed bun" vulva. Usually, it doesn't take long for her vulva to become
full of juices, and I'll pull out my already erect penis, slowly insert it, and slowly make love to her,
whispering how much I love her and tirelessly teaching her various sexual techniques. My
wife is quite traditional, but after being exposed to it for a while, she's slowly changing. She's gradually
accepted many sexual positions, but she's a bit clumsy and shy, so she can't quite get the more difficult ones right. She used to
have two "forbidden zones" for me: oral sex and anal sex.
Later, after much venting and persistent nagging, saying things like, "To love someone
is to love all of them..." and "Your vagina often plays with my penis, and you
only occasionally put it in your mouth, so why do you say it's dirty? You know, the vagina is the most hygienic," and
"There's a Taiwanese variety show where female guests talk about marital harmony, and they say that during foreplay
, they love giving their husbands oral sex, and when their husbands' penises get bigger and
harder , they feel a strong sense of accomplishment..."
Finally, I managed to win over my wife's mouth with my persistent coaxing. She gave me oral sex a few times, but
each time it only lasted a minute or two. She'd complain that I wasn't clean enough, or that my pubic hair was too much and
felt rough, or that her mouth hurt. My penis was normally hard, but each time she acted like this,
it would feel very uncomfortable.
I'm not the kind of man who needs oral sex to get hard, and seeing how much pain she was in each time, I stopped forcing her.
It's my personality not to force the person I love to do something they don't like. Although she later tried to give me
oral sex a few more times, it was really a poor imitation; it was better not to have her do it at all. My other
women are all experts in this area, so I simply gave up on the idea of my wife giving me oral sex.
As for anal sex, she finally gave in to my insistence and let me try it once. That time, I first warmed up
my wife , making her vaginal fluid flow and arousing her sexual desire. Then, I dipped my finger in olive oil and
slowly inserted it into my wife's anus, moving it back and forth. As soon as I inserted one knuckle, her anus tightly gripped
my finger, almost unable to move. I kept telling my wife to "relax, relax," but she couldn't relax no matter what.
Seeing that she couldn't relax, I simply told her to push outwards like she was having a "pooping." Ah, this pushing outwards was more
effective than relaxing. In no time, my middle finger was fully inserted.
After I went all the way in, I started to move around in circles, slowly "painting" the muscles in my wife's anus to relax
them and relieve her tension. I even pulled my middle finger out, dipped it in olive oil, and then inserted it again.
The moment I pulled it out, I felt my wife's body tremble a few times. When I asked her, she said, quite embarrassed, that when I pulled it out,
she felt as ashamed as if she had lost control of her bowels!
Later, I noticed that my wife's anus had become much more relaxed, and the outside of her anus was shiny with excess olive oil
. So I applied some olive oil to the head of my penis and gently pressed it against her shiny anus. I kept telling
her to relax and to push outwards, slowly pushing for a long time until the head of my penis finally entered her anus.
But at that moment, my wife cried out, "No...don't go in! It hurts so much! It feels like my anus is being
torn open ...ah!" I looked down and saw that there really did look like some "virgin blood" on the head of my penis. I was shocked. I
pulled out my penis and saw that, thankfully, it wasn't an anal fissure, but rather the external hemorrhoid the size of a broad bean on my wife's anus that was bleeding.
That attempt at anal sex ended abruptly. Later, I tried my best to persuade my wife to have hemorrhoid removal surgery,
but she refused. I figured out her mentality; she must have felt that the hemorrhoid was the guardian of her anus. If it weren't for
that annoying hemorrhoid, I would have succeeded in "developing" her anus. Because I had been very successful in "developing" my wife , I felt that it was only a matter of time
before I could "develop" her to "expand her horizons to the wonderful world outside." However, I underestimated the "length" of this process. Developing this "project" started almost simultaneously with developing " other projects," and while the other projects were almost entirely successful, this one hadn't made any substantial progress. Whenever I told her I was willing to let her go out and broaden her horizons, she would get angry and heartbroken, saying, "I can tolerate and forgive you for whatever you do outside and what you expect me to do at home, because we are husband and wife, and you are my only husband. Don't exploit my unwillingness to divorce to force me to go out and fool around like you... If you keep saying these things, are you trying to kill me?!" Her resolute attitude terrified me! I know my wife's character well; she is a woman of her word. She may seem weak, but she is strong-willed. She has her own moral bottom line regarding sex: "A good woman doesn't marry twice" and "Only have sex with her husband." In the third year of our marriage, I had an affair with a female doctor, Sister Yuan. When my wife found out, she insisted on...

I pulled myself back from the brink of divorce and never told anyone about my past affair. Although my wife
is much more open now, accepting many sexual positions and no longer saying porn is disgusting (she prefers aesthetically pleasing and milder films), she
sometimes seems "crazy" for a while. But that's all within her "boundaries" of indulgence. After all,
who hasn't indulged? Even the greatest saint, if judged solely by a single moment during sex, is
no different from a rogue! If we were to call them "lecherous men" or "sluts" based on that, wouldn't we be making a huge
mistake by a hair's breadth? My wife is just that kind of woman. She reminds me of a saying: "Some people treasure what they cherish, some
don't." We men all want to "broaden our horizons" in the exciting world outside, but she not only doesn't want to, she
also forbids me from mentioning it. I'm truly dumbfounded!
I'm dumbfounded not only because trying to change my wife's mindset was a waste of time, but mainly because I deeply
regret that curious and pleasurable "little thing" I did months ago. The story goes something like this… Several months ago,
after searching extensively on Baidu for information about “wife swapping,” and feeling sorry for my wife because of my love for her, I started looking for related websites
online . I finally found one, but upon entering, I found that I needed to register and upload relevant information;
otherwise, I couldn't see the “core content.”
It was my own fault for being so rash and underestimating the difficulty of persuading my wife. Being a rather honest person, I
uploaded the information truthfully. However, the photos of my wife and me were taken by a webcam and weren't very clear. She
hasn't liked taking photos for many years, so I had to make do with those. A long time passed without any
substantial progress. Although I learned about the “experiences” and “insights” of some “pioneers,” I wasn't
particularly interested because they were far removed from my “original intentions.”
There were some events during this time, but I was too busy and couldn't go alone, so I didn't participate. Later, some men tried to
"chat" with me, but their appearance and language skills were so poor that they couldn't even pass my test. I quickly rejected them.
My initial intention was for my wife, so my criteria were focused on men. What kind of woman the other man
was didn't matter . For my wife, I would be willing to sleep with a woman I didn't even like. I
also shared some opinions and views on chat and forums, but most men didn't agree. This game was still dominated by men, so
I stopped talking about it and my desire to "swap" gradually faded.
Unexpectedly, not long ago, a man messaged me, saying he had read my posts and agreed with them. We added each other
as friends and started chatting when we had free time. Later, we started video chatting—
I usually don't video chat with my wife because I'm always online at home and don't want to disturb my family. The man was quite handsome (a pale-faced scholar),
younger than me, and coincidentally, he was also there to vet women for his wife! He said they had been married for over six years, and he
felt he was starting to feel less capable in their sex life.
At first, I thought he'd been having too many affairs outside and couldn't "finish his homework" at home. He swore he'd never even had
a one-night stand , feeling that doing so would be unfair to his wife—damn, he's much better than me in that respect!
Later, I analyzed the situation for him, suggesting that his "lack of performance" might mainly be due to visual fatigue, work pressure,
and physical exhaustion. I advised him to exercise more.
Perhaps "deceived" by my seemingly sincere words, before I even asked about his profession, he proactively
told me he worked at a certain bank, as a "manager" of some level. He explained that competition among banks is fierce,
with performance targets and weekly, monthly, and quarterly evaluations at every level. His wife also
worked teller or accounting counter, a relatively easy job with little pressure, but she couldn't help her husband
much. After this conversation, I understood better. It turned out the husband couldn't satisfy his wife, and out of love for her,
he brought her to a man like me to "find" him. But I didn't say that, afraid of hurting his
pride.
Of course, I also mentioned that the reason I initiated the "swapping" was because I love my wife, and that the "
marriage would be more stable (this was something I'd read). But I didn't say that my wife is very traditional; I just wanted to let her experience
good men other than me… When I praised him for being considerate of his wife and for initiating the "swapping,"
his answer surprised me greatly: "No, it was my wife… who persuaded me to… [swap]…" His
words truly shocked me!
Seeing my surprised expression, he even stammered, "You… please… don't… don't
misunderstand , my wife… no… isn't… what you… imagine… she's very… pure." But at that moment,
I hadn't really had time to consider whether his wife was pure or not; it seems his reaction was much quicker than mine. "She...always
thinks ...it's because she...can't arouse...my...interest...and doesn't want me...to go out
and hang out with...disreputable...women,...and catch some...disease," he hurriedly defended his wife, "She just wants
me...to keep an eye out online, to find...a healthy couple who think like us..." Ah,
so that's how it is...
I pondered silently. I suddenly felt that his wife seemed better than my wife, even leading her husband to
"switch partners." This "switch" could kill two birds with one stone: not only could it arouse her husband's interest, but she could also learn
how others aroused her husband's interest! But then I laughed, because I still thought my wife was better—
my wife could tolerate my wanderings, but the man on the other side didn't have that blessing...
"Brother...can you call [sister-in-law] for a video call?"
I really couldn't remember when the man on the other side started calling me "brother." I only remembered him saying this. This sentence was like "a stone thrown into a calm lake," and
I felt panicked—I hadn't even convinced my wife yet, how could we have a video call?! Luckily, it was evening,
and my wife was playing mahjong, so I told him she wasn't there. "Ah... then when can we arrange a time,
okay ?" he asked, sounding a little disappointed. "Okay..." I had no choice but to agree. Even though it was just online,
I couldn't afford to lose psychologically if I didn't say it that way.
The chat was supposed to end there; before I could even say goodbye, the man suddenly said, "
Brother , my wife is opening the door; she's back." "Ah..." I didn't quite understand what he meant,
so I just responded. "Let my wife... video chat with you first, how about it?" He seemed excited,
like he had something good to share with a close friend. "Aren't you going to wait for my wife... to video chat with us?" I
asked, but he didn't answer. At that moment, all I could think about was how great his wife was; I was still just the "bridge."
But I also understood the man's intentions. He wanted to finalize things quickly after the video call, so I wouldn't
ruin things for them. No sooner said than done, his wife came to his side. He pulled her to sit in front of
the computer , pointed the camera at her, and said, "I'm video chatting with my brother right now. My sister-in-law isn't playing mahjong anymore
. You can video chat with him for a bit, I'm going to take a shower. Brother, I'll log off now!" I
was puzzled; why hadn't he stopped stuttering after his wife came in? But I couldn't ask.
Actually, I really wanted to log off then, but I didn't. I didn't move, not because I thought the man's
wife was beautiful and wanted to feast my eyes on her, but because I didn't want to be abrupt.
What would it mean if I left as soon as she sat down? She would definitely think I wasn't interested in the video. I'm always so considerate of
others, especially when the other person is a beautiful woman. "Hi... hello..." Seeing me looking at her,
the woman seemed a little shy. She didn't call me "brother" like her husband, showing her reserve.
"Hello!... Your husband... told me about your relationship. I never imagined... we'd be so
on the same page," I thought to myself, trying to find the right words to break the awkward silence. "I
really... admire you. You're a model of husbandly love and a pioneer of high-level love..." "Oh
... you're so funny... so flattering... I'm so embarrassed..." The woman smiled shyly,
then lowered her head and said nothing more.
Seeing that I couldn't break the ice, my resolve hardened, so I immediately stopped, saying that we'd met now
and there would be plenty of time to chat later. As I logged off, I smiled at her and said, "You... are so beautiful!"
Few women could resist that. It was both a sincere compliment and a way of saying I was interested in her
. Damn it, I'm such a 'turkey' who doesn't think things through!
From then on, that man asked my wife to video chat with them almost every day. I was so annoyed. I made up
some excuses, but I couldn't keep refusing. So I simply stopped going online, saying I was on a business trip and avoiding them. I'm in a real
bind. My wife has threatened to kill herself to prove her innocence, so how can I not be dumbfounded?
I've considered just hiding, but I've never been this pathetic before. I'm truly at my wit's end. I even
thought about finding someone to impersonate my wife to "swap" her—the other person's "identity" is actually quite appealing—but using
an outsider would have endless consequences (as some netizens have described, so I won't go into details). The best candidate would be my wife's cousin. They
're cousins, and my wife's cousin bears a resemblance to my wife, except for slight differences in skin tone. But I believe that even with
a wouldn't be able to tell the difference...
The problem is, my wife's cousin is currently far away in XX city—their factory isn't doing well, and her whole
family (her husband and his second wife) have run a "two-nothing" scheme, giving it to a close relative of her husband in Guangzhou
as the general agent for "anyigier" (a brand of designer handbags) in XX city.
Now they not only have a wholesale center but also several chain stores in nearby cities and counties! Would my wife's cousin even listen to me if I asked
her for help?
But I still called her anyway. She first said she was too busy to come, then
said she'd think about it. But just when I was completely desperate, she started laughing on the other end of the phone: "
My dear second husband (that's what she calls me when we're alone after her husband's affair was exposed), you
're in trouble now. If your second wife doesn't come to help you, who will?... I'll call and book
a flight ..."
It's true, once the arrow is drawn, there's no turning back. Luckily, I have a second wife
who can't —my wife's cousin. At this crucial moment, she actually cared about our relationship
and flew all the way back to my side to help me launch this arrow that I had to launch!
Chapter Two: The Flirtatious Cousin
The next morning, my wife's cousin called me from the airport. She said her flight was at noon. I said I'd pick her up, but
she said, "No need, I have some personal business to take care of first. I'll have dinner at your place tonight and stay there." Seeing that
my wife's cousin was really coming back, my heart finally settled down. However, I then
worried about another issue: my wife's cousin is very flirtatious, even she herself says she's "the most flirtatious type." When she goes back to "
change places," I must remind her to tone it down, lest she
show or she'll embarrass herself terribly!
According to her ID card, my wife's cousin is two years younger than my wife, but my mother-in-law
swears that when my wife was born, my wife's cousin was already almost walking. My wife's
cousin didn't object to this, but just wiggled her hips and walked away, looking disdainful. Clearly,
she must have bribed the person in charge of household registration with money or her looks to get married in another city. I asked
her whether she was my wife's older or younger cousin, and she kissed my cheek and said, "You should still call me 'sister'... I like... the feeling of being your sister..."
She really has a "sibling" complex; many of the men she's been with are younger than her. My wife's cousin is incredibly
well-connected, because she has the assets to do so—beauty and allure.
Those prettier than her aren't necessarily as open, and those more alluring aren't as skilled at seduction. She's a warehouse
manager in a small factory, and the sheer number of acquaintances she has is astonishing. Having worked in government for so many years, I know
almost every powerful official I know by name, and many of the people she knows I don't even know the names of. If
she's determined to befriend you, few men can escape unscathed and remain chaste! Her husband's five cousins, six brothers-in-law, seven sons-in-law,
eight aunts (there are many!), and those with relatives who own restaurants, businesses, are imprisoned, or have been sentenced all rely on her for "
connections ." She's an expert at using other people's money to build her own network of relationships.
She's incredibly daring. Even in her teens, she was already attracting attention and dared to secretly change her household registration to marry someone from another city. Her
parents died early, leaving behind a two-courtyard house inherited from her ancestors. She dared to sell it behind my mother-in-law's (her aunt's) back.
When asked about it afterward, she only said "it's gone." That two-courtyard house was worth hundreds of thousands at the time, which made my
mother-in-law so angry she fell seriously ill. I really suspect that their current arrangement of acting as a general agent for their relatives in Guangzhou in XX city is just a
pretext; it's very likely that they started with that money. But I didn't stupidly say it out loud. How much of that money would my
wife ? Now I'm so glad I didn't say anything, otherwise, would she have been so generous in accepting the "appointment"?
She's incredibly clever, only has a junior high school education, but she dares to learn and do anything. She's a "new" graduate from a medical university (military hospital).
The head of the "acupuncture department" was infatuated with her at some point, and she insisted that he teach her new acupuncture techniques (i.e., acupuncture and massage
techniques ). The head of the department scoffed, saying, "I could teach you for ten years and you still would
n't learn." However, in less than six months, she had mastered many massage techniques. After that, she often wore a nurse's skirt and massaged patients in the "new acupuncture department." Those who didn't know the truth would never
guess she was an imposter.
My relationship with my wife's cousin, this "sibling" connection, dates back to shortly after my marriage. At
that 's cousin, who was very flirtatious. Even in her teens,
many men were smitten with her. My wife's cousin was an only child; her parents died early,
and my mother-in-law , her aunt, had watched her grow up but couldn't control her. She was very independent... She's very rebellious.
I thought she'd change for the better after marriage, but she's still a womanizer. Of course, I know my mother-in
-law says these things to highlight how good her daughter (my wife) is, but for a man like me who matured
at are an immense temptation. I immediately
felt a surge of curiosity and desire for my wife's cousin, and this curiosity and desire grew stronger and stronger! This is probably something
my mother-in-law never expected when she talked about my wife's cousin's flirtatious behavior.
It's been almost five years since my wife and I got married, and I've never seen what my
wife got married in another city and hasn't come back. But I'm confident that if my wife's cousin comes back, I
'll definitely be able to sleep with her. As the saying goes, "A true friend is a true friend." "Know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." With my looks, witty conversation
, and energetic penis, getting a flirtatious woman shouldn't be difficult.
Finally, one day, I met my wife's cousin. At first glance, she wasn't as pretty as my wife; her skin
was a bit dark, not as good as my wife's. But my cousin had a great figure—a slim waist, long legs, a typical slender
mature woman. She was unrestrained in her speech, constantly telling dirty jokes after only a short time. My wife blushed listening to them.
Her eyes were the kind that could speak volumes; behind my wife's back, she kept flirting with me. Before
long , my bones were completely melted by her "flirting glances"!
Just a few days after that first meeting, I got my chance to sleep with my wife's cousin. It was a Sunday
noon, we were taking a nap... My wife's cousin suddenly arrived at our house carrying a large bag of wet sheets and clothes. She said
she was washing them when the power went out, and fearing the smell of a corpse, she had to bring them to our house to wash.
My wife had to go to the kitchen to set up the washing machine. That day, my wife had to go to work overtime, and seeing that it was almost time,
she left for work.
In her haste, she forgot to close the bedroom door for me. I was lying in bed, deliberately taking out my penis and
pretending to be asleep. I had only silently counted to about ten in my mind when my wife's cousin tiptoed into the bedroom
. At that time, our house wasn't big, just one bedroom, one living room, one wardrobe, and one bathroom. My wife and I slept in the bedroom
, and my mother-in-law slept in the living room. The living room was the only way to get from the kitchen to the bedroom. At that moment, my mother-in-law was taking a nap on the bed in the living room,
snoring loudly.
"Hey, still sleeping? Get up and teach me how to use your washing machine..." My wife's cousin stood by the bed and
gently nudged me. Her voice was low and sweet. I pretended to be asleep, thinking, "Our washing machine is
automatic. My wife set it up for her; why would she need to teach me? She's just testing if I'm awake.
I'm sure she's admiring my big cock right now."
Sure enough, a moment later, my wife's cousin's hand landed on my penis. She must have realized I was pretending,
because she gently squeezed my penis and whispered... She said, "Hey, yours is so big! Leaving it out like that, aren't you afraid someone will steal it..."
Her pinch made me unable to pretend to be asleep anymore, so I grabbed her hand and pressed it tightly against my penis, saying, "This
belongs to your cousin. Who else would steal it but your cousin?" "Shh—," my wife's
cousin pointed to the living room, "Keep your voice down, old women are very shrewd—."
Then, she touched my arm, brought her mouth close to my ear, and whispered, "You seem quite refined, hehe,
you're so strong, aren't you afraid I'll steal it?" I took the opportunity to kiss her lips: "What am I afraid of?
If anyone's afraid, it's your cousin..." "If I really stole it, you wouldn't tell your wife, would you?" my wife's
cousin asked with a flirtatious smile, pinching my penis. "Do you think I'm that stupid?" I lay on my back, slipped my hand under
my wife's cousin's skirt, and touched her vulva through her underwear, saying, "We're all family,
even if knew, she wouldn't be able to sneeze..."
My wife's cousin lightly punched me, her face slightly flushed, and said, "Hey, you're so naughty! Your
wife are sisters after all, you can't... tell her, otherwise... I'll be embarrassed..." My penis
quickly became hard from my wife's cousin's squeezing, and precum leaked from the glans. At this moment, I... My hand was already inside my wife
's cousin's panties, teasing her vulva. It was warm and wet inside. Ah, she was the kind of
woman who got aroused quickly and was very wet!
I lay on the bed, watching my wife's cousin take off her slightly damp panties and put them in her handbag.
She lifted her skirt, got on the bed, and straddled me. She wouldn't let me take off my panties, afraid that my mother-in-law would suddenly wake up and I wouldn't have time to
put them back on. She held my penis with one hand and spread her vulva with the other, aligning the glans with the entrance, and then
slowly... I slowly sat down... Lying on my back, I couldn't see what my wife's cousin's vagina looked like, but I could feel that it
wasn't very tight, and it was lubricated with her juices, so it didn't take much effort to penetrate. After I sat down fully, my wife's cousin started to sit
up and down.
She was very energetic and proactive, making me feel so good! Maybe to avoid sweating, she stopped moving up and down much later
, just sitting on my lower abdomen, constantly swaying her buttocks, rubbing her vulva against my pubic bone. I thought
she was tired, so I started to thrust my penis into her, but she leaned down and said to me, "Don't move yet... I like...
rubbing like this... rubbing like this... it feels the best..." She said this while looking at my reaction, and then
continued , "Let me enjoy myself for a while, I'll let you fuck me to your heart's content..."
Although I like to thrust hard, I let her have her way and cooperated with her until her vagina
rubbed against my pubic bone and produced a lot of juices. She seemed somewhat satisfied, so she told me to get off the bed and stand on the edge of the bed. She put her buttocks on
the edge of the bed, her legs in an M shape. Holding the vulva open, I stood on the edge of the bed, my wife's cousin's genitals facing me.
Only then could clearly see what her vulva looked like: she didn't have much pubic hair, her clitoris and labia minora were very prominent, and her labia minora were a bit large,
dark and spread out to the left and right, like the two wings of a black butterfly.
Ah, so my wife's cousin's pussy is a "butterfly pussy," no wonder she's so seductive! "What are you looking at
... haven't you ever seen a woman's... before? Hurry up... gently, gently... don't make the bed... creak
..." I lifted my wife's cousin's legs and thrust my penis into her pussy, twisting it repeatedly. To avoid
making the bed creak, I thrust a little slowly, but very deeply, my penis almost "all in and all out." My wife's cousin slowly
twisted her waist, gently swaying her buttocks, welcoming my thrusts. At this moment, she smiled, biting her lower lip, looking
like she wanted to laugh but couldn't. She would shake her head a few times from time to time, indicating that she was a little "unable to hold on."
Sometimes she would deliberately let out a few soft moans, which startled me so much that I quickly "braked." But she would "
pfft " laugh, a laugh so soft that only I could hear it, extremely thrilling and seductive! Perhaps it was because I was nervous about
my mother-in-law waking up suddenly, or perhaps it was because I hadn't had such a good time in a long time, but
I, who always prided myself on my "long-lasting ejaculation," quickly "surrendered" to my wife's cousin.
Somewhat dejected, I lay on top of her, apologizing, but she stroked my head and said, "
We... this is... our first time... your... performance was already very good..." Later I
learned that my wife's cousin had already orgasmed while "grinding the tofu," and when she lay down and asked me to penetrate her, she meant for me to orgasm too; she
just didn't have a second orgasm. From then on, I often had secret trysts with my wife's cousin. I liked her "
sexiness and straightforwardness," and we quickly became sexual partners who frequently exchanged sexual techniques and experiences.
Ever since I took out my big penis in the bedroom and pretended to be asleep to seduce her (actually, she would have
seduced me even without my seduction, but I took the initiative, so I felt a sense of victory), we had sex frequently, many times more often than when
my wife "did the laundry" (a euphemism for sex). Later, she somehow found out her husband
had a second wife, and her relationship with me became even more unrestrained.
After my wife's cousin and I had our trysts at my house a few times, we were afraid of being discovered by my mother-in-law. My wife's cousin suggested we move our sex "battleground" to her house, saying
her husband was some kind of director at the factory and rarely came home during work hours. So, whenever I had free time, I would sneak out of work
, drive there—it only took a few minutes, very convenient. We would lock the door in broad daylight and practice
all sorts of over and over again.
As the saying goes, "If you walk in the dark for too long, you'll encounter a ghost." One time, we were naked in the bedroom,
playing the "69" position. She was on top of me, grabbing my penis and giving me oral sex, her legs spread open, wanting me to lick her vagina
. Those of you who have read my other original posts know that my wife's cousin has a "butterfly pussy," with a large
, prominent clitoris. The labia minora are like butterfly wings, big and dark. That pussy has been touched by countless men
(strangely, she hasn't gotten any diseases). How could I possibly lick it? So, I used my fingers, moistened with saliva, to rub it.
Just then, I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. I was stunned! "Oh no," my mind
went blank… "Quickly put on your underwear, lie down, and pretend to be asleep!" My wife's cousin was very calm. She quickly
put on her underwear, a bra, and a baggy dress, putting it on as she went to open the door,
saying, "This lock is always broken; I often can't open it either. I'll get a locksmith to come and take a look tomorrow…"
Her voice sounded exactly the same.
My cousin's husband nodded and walked into the bedroom. When he saw me almost naked, lying on his bed
, he must have been shocked: "You...you guys?" "My cousin said he was in a lot of pain, so I was giving him
a massage...Look, he's much better now, he's asleep...Oh, I'm exhausted. You
're back , give me...a shoulder massage..." My wife's cousin is such a good actress! I finally understood what she
meant by telling me to pretend to be asleep.
My cousin's husband had come back to get some documents; he'd forgotten them when he left. The documents were on the bedside table. My
wife's were so busy having fun that we didn't even see the huge file folder right in front of us! After that
scare, I didn't go to my wife's cousin's house for a long time. It wasn't that I was afraid of anyone; after all, they're relatives, and it's awkward for everyone.
But my cousin said, "What are you afraid of? He has two wives, so why can't I have two husbands? Even if he
knows so what? He wouldn't dare to say anything..." Sigh, my wife's cousin is so calm and composed,
I feel deeply inferior to her. She's truly a woman who doesn't yield to men, and she makes me look at her with new respect!
My wife's cousin is really flirtatious. I call her "flirtatious" because she likes me. I'm somewhat of a fan of hers and
idealize her. Sometimes when my wife, her sister, my wife's cousin, and I go out, strangers will mistake her
for my wife, and we get a lot of stares: "Look, that couple is so lovey-dovey..." Whenever I hear such comments,
I don't even need to look to know that my wife and her sister have already moved far away, not wanting to see my cousin's flirtatious behavior. At
this moment, my wife's cousin is definitely holding my arm, pressing her full breasts against me,
and secretly kissing me.
Okay, I'll stop here with the details of my affair with my wife's cousin. Let's get
back to the story...
After receiving the call from my wife's cousin, the first thing I did was report it to my wife. She was very calm and
just told her mother to prepare extra food for dinner. She would go to work as usual in the afternoon and play mahjong as planned. Actually, my wife
's cousin didn't come over for dinner; she has many acquaintances and can find food anywhere. When she arrived, my mother-in-law had already invited her mahjong
friends to the living room to start playing. My wife's cousin gave her aunt (my mother-in-law)
a "Hey!" and went straight into my wife's and my bedroom. I was sitting at the computer desk in the bedroom waiting for her.
"Hey, why isn't it on yet?" My wife's cousin came in and gently closed the door (it wasn't locked). The sound of bricklaying
outside immediately subsided. Before I could say anything, she pounced on me, hugging me and kissing me wildly.
I was in no mood for kissing at that moment, so I reminded her, "Don't... be careful... with your lipstick..." My mouth was stuffed with her kisses
, and my words were all broken. My wife's cousin didn't care about that and continued kissing me,
saying smugly, "Don't worry... my lipstick... won't... come off..."
After kissing for a while, my wife's cousin finally let go of me, then plopped down on my lap, turning on
the computer for me while I explained the "precautions." Seeing that she seemed a little distracted, I begged her to concentrate
. When I begged her, she actually joked with me again, "Okay, then... kiss me, and I
'll concentrate..." Sigh, I'm in such a hurry, and she still keeps joking around. I'm really impressed by her.
"Isn't it just telling me to tone it down a bit, to stop being so fussy? I know." "And you should
talk less..." "Okay, I'll talk less and do more..." As she spoke, her hand reached for my
crotch. I had no choice but to let her have her way. Before long, my "little brother" defied my wishes and
stood erect with great enthusiasm.
"Second husband, we haven't done it in so long! I flew all the way back from so far away... to be with you
through thick and thin , and you're so close... and you don't even come... to be intimate with me..." As she spoke, she kept squeezing
my big penis. I knew that by "intimate," she meant for me to fuck her with my big penis. "No... your
aunt and the others are playing cards outside..." I tried to use this as an excuse to get down to business as soon as possible. Maybe the couple I was going to switch with
had already seen me online. "Those old men and women, which one of them would come in? Listen,
the mahjong is playing so loudly..." I really couldn't resist her... so I had to give in.
My wife's cousin unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard, erect penis, lifted her long skirt,
held the shaft in one hand, and pulled down her underwear with the other, using her vagina to envelop the head of my penis before slowly sitting down.
As she sat, her vagina made a "plop plop" sound. Just then,
the couple I was supposed to "switch" with called me!
Chapter Three, "Sitting in the Maple Forest,"
this video call went relatively "smoothly," without any major mishaps. Because I had given prior instructions,
my wife's cousin was very reserved and rarely spoke. She was already beautiful, and now, as some kind of general agent, she dressed very
fashionably; I even thought she looked seven or eight years younger. The man opposite her must have been attracted to her. When the man complimented her on
her beauty , she responded politely, even saying things like, "I'm really embarrassed by what you said... thank you
." But when the man called her "sister-in-law" again, she suddenly blurted out something that really
startled : "Don't call me... sister-in-law anymore, it makes me sound old. From now on, just call me... Sister Lian."
Seriously? Does "sister-in-law" necessarily mean old? My buddies still call my younger female friends "sister-in-law," sigh...
They're so uncultured... The worst part was that last sentence, "Call me Sister Lian." My wife's name doesn't contain "Lian"
at all ; "Lian" is her cousin's name! She hadn't quite grasped the situation and let it slip!
Luckily, he didn't hear her clearly at first and asked, "What?... Lian what..." I immediately covered for her
: "My wife's nickname is [Lianzi], and when my mother-in-law gave birth to her, she dreamed of many lotus roots..."
"Lianzi" and "Sister Lian" sound very similar, so we managed to get away with it.
Next, we had to decide on the time and place for the "change." Usually, when playing "exchange" games, it's usually about "exchanging"
for "travel." It was already mid-September, so I suggested setting the date for the National Day holiday. I recommended
XX city as the location, as it's midway between our two couples' cities (I'm very particular about equality), and it has
ancient city charm and natural scenery. While not as famous as Suzhou, Hangzhou, or the Li River, it's much less crowded and safer
. I've been there before and know a bit about it, so I could act as their guide if necessary.
They seemed to trust me a lot and didn't disagree. Later, I gave them the address of a hotel I knew
(actually a unique inn), and we agreed
to meet at 11:00 AM on October 1st in the coffee shop on the right side of the hotel lobby.
Finally, the man and I exchanged phone numbers for easy contact. My insistence on
meeting during the National Day holiday was for a reason: we had a seminar being held out of town, and I
planned ask my wife for leave beforehand to stay a few more days. Then there's my wife's ID card, which has always been
in my pocket. My wife relies on me to handle many things at home, so I decided to secretly take it with me.
I'm unsure if we'll need it for registration (I asked some friends, some said yes, some said no). Sigh,
before , I had subordinates to take care of everything when we went out, but this time I have to do everything myself, which is really annoying!
Throughout the "video call," the woman on the other end rarely spoke, just sat next to her husband,
silently watching me. I quickly saw two words in her eyes—admiration. Actually, both she and her husband
were watching us, but her husband was mostly looking at my "cousin's wife."
The most uncomfortable thing was my penis, which was stuck inside my wife's cousin's vagina, and I didn't dare move. Several times I tried to "
withdraw," but my cousin held my thighs and wouldn't let me. I was afraid that if I pushed her too hard, this
couple with their "high-level love" would notice something was wrong, so I had to sacrifice my uncomfortable "little brother." My wife's cousin really enjoys
"rubbing tofu" (a euphemism for groping or rubbing). Since the sitting position isn't suitable for this, she wouldn't follow my instructions. She pulled one of my hands under her
crotch , indicating that I should rub her clitoris with my fingers. It wasn't a big movement, so I did as she said.
We finally managed to rub until the video call ended, and she was surprisingly patient, not moving an inch. When she couldn't take it anymore
, she lay on the computer desk pretending to watch something. Of course, I rubbed very gently and adjusted the camera angle. As
soon as the video call ended, my wife's cousin immediately turned around and sat on me, vigorously "rubbing tofu" until she climaxed.
Surprisingly, she didn't make any loud noises! That night, my wife's cousin stayed at my house, but she
slept with my mother-in-law (her aunt).
The next morning, I drove her to the airport. As we boarded, I reiterated our appointment to
meet in XX city, the intermediate point, before 5 PM on September 30th. I also reminded her not to skip me. My wife's flirtatious cousin
even gave me a stylish goodbye kiss in front of the pretty flight attendants. The flight attendants were all smiling knowingly.
After watching my wife's cousin's flight back to XX city disappear into the blue sky, I stood at the airport for a long time.
The
seminar ended on September 30th. I saw off
the last group of guests at the bus station who were going on the two-day "sightseeing" tours (the seminar was a combination of "conference" and "sightseeing"). In the afternoon, I took
a bus to XX city, the intermediate point where we would be "changing places." Before boarding, I called my wife's cousin to
ask if she had left yet, and she said she was already on her way. When we arrived at the destination station, I saw her waiting for me there.
We hailed a taxi and went straight to the hotel.
This hotel is located on the outskirts of the city, nestled against the mountains and beside the water. In front lies the crystal-clear Qingshui River, and behind it stretches Yincang
Mountain, its slopes covered in maple trees. Not far away is the ancient Baolun Temple, where the sounds of bells and chimes resonate year-round, and incense smoke lingers.
I chose this place for my "change" not only for the two reasons I mentioned earlier, but also because I'm a bit...
I'm quite interested in the nuances of erotica, and my writing of erotic stories also emphasizes "erotic emotions" (I know some friends don't like this, so please
pass on this if you don't). Especially now that I'm approaching middle age, my confidante, Xiaoxue, calls me "
Brother (she never asked my name—I want to clarify here that my current original posts
are all interconnected yet stand alone; if possible, after I finish writing my "stories," I'll
compile them into a long novel called "Confidante and Confidante").
When we arrived at the hotel, we registered for a room using my wife's and my ID (we didn't actually need to). When
I tentatively asked if it would be easy to get a room for friends visiting the next day, the receptionist was very enthusiastic and
suggested we book another room, as there might be many guests the next day. So we booked another double
room.
That night, my wife's cousin and I stayed at the hotel. Naturally, we were going to finish our "h" (sexual activity) assignment. But
before we started, I told my wife's cousin, "My 'wolf friends' are all eager to see the 'swap' (sexual activity), so don't put on a passionate
performance ." But she wouldn't listen. To save time, I didn't care whether she was happy or not, so I just
covered our naked bodies with the blanket... And what I saw was: whispering sweet nothings, the red blanket undulating and soft moans. We
did n't fall asleep in each other's arms until midnight...
The next morning, we got up around 10 o'clock. After quickly washing up and eating, we went to
the coffee shop on the right side of the hotel lobby to wait for the "swap" couple. We had only been sitting for a short while when my phone rang. It was the man calling. He said
they were almost there and specifically told me that he was wearing a suit and his wife was wearing a beige mid-length trench coat,
as if he was afraid I would pick up the wrong people. I verbally agreed, but in my heart I thought to myself, "How could I be wrong? Your wife
is so beautiful. After so many video chats, her every smile and gesture is deeply etched in my mind..." At this moment, I
had somewhat forgotten my initial intention to "switch" her, and my wolfish nature was gradually emerging.
Taxis were constantly pulling into the parking lane in front of the hotel. After waiting for more than a dozen, I finally saw a
man in a suit and a woman in a beige trench coat get out of a taxi. The man was of medium height but rather thin, and from a distance,
he looked a bit like... yes, a bit like the movie actor Chen X (no offense intended; I admire his acting. I just
wanted to let any female readers enjoy this moment; men have rich imaginations and can imagine a
beautiful stranger as the most beautiful woman, while women can only imagine a handsome stranger as a familiar man).
The woman wasn't short either, only half a head shorter than my husband. She was holding a parasol, so I couldn't immediately see her hair accessories
or face, but her legs, exposed beneath her half-length trench coat, were enough to make anyone drool.
A pair of black stockings on her jade-like legs were so alluring that even I, a man who prides myself on never being tempted by stockings, momentarily forgot
my wife's cousin was beside me…
"Hi…we're over here…" Before my gaze could leave the black stockings, my wife's cousin
waved and rushed out of the coffee shop, swaying as she ran towards them. I quickly followed behind her, afraid
she might cause some trouble…
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, we went into the coffee shop and sat down together. Although we had video chatted many times,
this was the first time we were face-to-face, and everyone (including me) felt a little awkward. To help everyone get
to know each other quickly, I suggested that the two couples exchange ID cards to "verify identities" and prevent impersonation.
I knew that the more I said this, the less they would suspect we were a fake couple.
While we were looking at each other, both the wife and I examined the documents carefully. I was comparing them to the person, so I was certain
they were a genuine married couple. The other woman, however, was looking at the text on the ID card, seemingly trying to memorize
our names and addresses. To ease the awkward atmosphere, we chatted over
drinks, mainly about the local customs and traditions of our respective cities, as well as some funny anecdotes. At the most amusing parts, I could hear
the other woman laughing.
At lunch, the man in charge offered to treat us, but I insisted on splitting the bill. I explained
that we were at the midpoint of our relationship, and neither of us had the right to be the "host." Our exchange should be
high-level and of a high standard, based on equality and reciprocity. My
reasoning was convincing, and they all accepted it. In fact, it seemed to
break our conversation became more relaxed and laughter-filled.
After lunch, I took the couple to their room and chatted for a while. Seeing that they were a bit
tired , I told them to take a nap, and that I would take them somewhere nice in the afternoon. They agreed, and then I got up to say goodbye and
went back to my room for a nap. My wife's cousin was quite sensible this time; knowing I needed to conserve my energy,
she didn't "go wild" and obediently went to sleep too. When I woke up, the sun was already setting. When I knocked on the couple's door,
the golden autumn sunlight of October shone through the latticed windows in the hallway onto my face, giving me a warm feeling. I
perked up and urged them to get up quickly, then led them to the backyard of the hotel...
As I mentioned, this hotel is very unique, mainly because it has a completely wooden "mortise and tenon" structure, which is rare in
modern buildings. The lacquer on the round wooden beams and pillars, although somewhat mottled and peeling, was still so shiny
it could reflect light. The hotel has two floors, front and back, with the front lower than the back. We were climbing the wooden
staircase to the upper floor, where a long row of private rooms (also used for karaoke) were located.
Each room had carved wooden windows at both the front and back; the front windows offered panoramic views of the Qingshui River, while the back windows overlooked the
maple forests of Yincang Mountain. Even more uniquely designed was the wooden corridor leading to each room from either side, followed by
a few steps up the wooden staircase in front of each room. Because this corridor
was lower than the room's floor, the windows were two or three heads higher than us, so even if the windows were wide open, guests wouldn't
be —I seriously suspect the designer was a master of illicit affairs! A rendezvous in such a room
would truly be a case of "the sound of creaking and groaning indicates someone's coming."
"How is it here...not bad, right?" After the waiter brought tea, fruit platter, and snacks and left,
I asked the two "puppet" sitting on the mahogany sofa next to me with a bit of smug satisfaction—at this point, I should give
them pseudonyms, let's call the "male puppet" Summer and the "female puppet" Autumn. Summer (fuck) Autumn,
easy to remember, and quite fitting. "Hmm, so unique! So unique!" Summer nodded repeatedly, full of praise.
"Creating our atmosphere here...isn't it quite poetic and picturesque?" As I spoke,
I looked at Xia Ri first, and she nodded. Then I looked at Qiu Tong, who seemed a little embarrassed and
turned her flushed face slightly to the side.
"Cousin Wife," however, was impatient: "Oh, what are you still saying... we've known each other for so long
... oh..." Her first words were directed at me, but the "oh" at Xia Ri was directed at her.
The three-piece mahogany sofa set in the private room was arranged in a "品" shape. Although "Wife" was sitting next to me, her hand was already on
Xia Ri's body. No matter how much I reminded her, her seductive nature was gradually revealed.
I ignored her and continued, "I've been here twice. Every time I see this vast maple forest, I
remember Du Mu's poem 'Mountain Journey' from the Tang Dynasty..." "Riding in my carriage, I sit and watch the maple forest at dusk; the frosted leaves are redder than the flowers of February."
Before I could finish, Qiu Tong naturally took over the conversation and recited these two well-known lines of poetry.
My first reaction was "good," and I said it aloud.
"Impressive! Impressive!" I exclaimed repeatedly. "Around this time last year, I asked
a few of my writers (I didn't give them a hint then; I asked, 'As I stand here,
guess what poem comes to mind?' I was trying to woo Qiu Tong, a classic 'flirting before seducing' tactic
), and not a single one could answer. I never imagined you studied financial management..."
Before , Xia Ri chimed in, "My wife is also very good at humanities."
I looked at Qiu Tong and Xia Ri, nodding repeatedly, but in my heart I thought:
Describing this couple as a perfect match or a talented man and beautiful woman would be unfair to Qiu Tong. Not only is she outstanding in appearance and character, but she also seems to be highly intelligent.
This has been a huge success! So I got up, took Qiutong's hand, and walked to the window. We leaned against the railing, gazing at the Yincang Mountain
scenery . The setting sun cast golden rays across the maple forest, creating a
breathtaking panorama of vibrant red and crimson foliage.
I looked at Qiutong; she smiled charmingly and was about to speak when my "cousin-wife" suddenly asked Xia Ri,
"Honey, do you know the meaning of 'Stopping the carriage to admire the maple forest at dusk'?" She hadn't changed her address yet, but my "wife" was already calling
Xia Ri husband." Xia Ri glanced at Qiutong, who smiled without saying a word, showing no sign of jealousy. Xia Ri then
explained the meaning of the poem to my "cousin-wife" (if you don't know it, please Google it). “Honey, are you
being sarcastic or something?...Isn’t this telling us to...sit and make love while watching the maple forest?” (Don’t laugh, everyone. This is
a clever use of a joke she saw on my self-made dating website. She’s that reliable at crucial moments.) “Oh,
let’s switch, why aren’t we making love yet…” my cousin-wife continued, while unzipping Xia Ri’s
outer pants.
At that moment, Xia Ri and Qiu Tong’s eyes were both looking at me. I quickly “read” their gazes, a mixture of shyness and
anticipation . I was very clear-headed then. This was the most crucial step. If I could take it, everything would fall into place; if I couldn’t
, all my previous efforts would be in vain. No matter how many grand pronouncements I made, this “one step” would determine whether I was a “
practitioner” or a “traitor” of those pronouncements.
Looking at their eyes, I felt a slight sense of empowerment: they all respected me, and
I couldn’t back down now. (My cousin-wife boasted to them that we had switched partners before, but I was really a novice,
just a few years older than them!) But I was worried that Qiutong wouldn't be used to "real switching" yet—courage and
actually doing it are not the same thing—so I said, "How about this, let's do it as husband and wife, just to warm up
, okay?" Seeing that I said this, they both nodded. Although "Cousin's Wife" wasn't very
willing , she could only pout and return to my side.
"Cousin's Wife" seemed angry with me. She took out my penis, turned her back to me, and sat
down . I slowly thrust her round, upturned buttocks and whispered to her, "Don't rush, take it slow, don't scare her
...you'll enjoy it." Hearing this, a smile gradually appeared on "Cousin's Wife's" face.
Because she was doing it with her back to me, "Cousin's Wife" must have felt unsatisfied; she touched herself and sped up
the speed of her thrusting. I was nestled in my "wife's" chubby cheeks while gazing at the beautiful scene across the way—Qiu Tong
was sitting in Xia Ri's lap, but she wasn't moving much… "What, are you two dawdling…?"
My "cousin wife" was clearly teasing Qiu Tong. Seeing that they were still moving slowly, she suddenly darted
over , pulled Qiu Tong up, and pushed her towards me. Qiu Tong probably didn't expect my "wife" to do this, and seemed
a little hesitant, yet also a little half-hearted, before I grabbed her waist—I swear here, this wonderful
coordination was absolutely not something my "wife" and I planned beforehand. What kind of relationship do we have? We're "best partners"!
Although she's not very educated, she can always be "in perfect harmony with me despite our lack of formal education"!
"Wife" is a slut. She pushed Qiutong towards me with one hand, while guiding my penis
into Qiutong's vagina with the other, making Qiutong blush and cry out softly, "Sister...sister...no...no...I
...I...I...I...I...do it myself..." After our relationship improved, Xia Ri and Qiutong stopped calling
her "sister-in-law" and started calling her "sister."
At this time, Qiutong was sitting with her back to me. Although I couldn't see her expression, I could guess
pretty accurately : she must be blushing and shy, wanting to laugh and cry. I use "cry" here not to mean she wanted to be sad,
but rather that she was so excited she wanted to cry, but not the kind of "joy turning to sorrow" (a derogatory term). Besides, she
hadn't even truly started to "happy" yet.
Qiu Tong's body trembled slightly as she gently pinched my penis shaft with two or three slender fingers. With one hand,
she gently pried open my still-unseen, unidentified vaginal opening and gently placed it over
the head of my penis. My penis was thick, long, with a large glans and a particularly deep groove; the glans resembled a large
mushroom (this description of the penis is heavily exaggerated and can be disregarded).
As soon as the glans "embedded" a little, I felt how tight Qiu Tong's vaginal opening was. The tighter it became as it "embedded" further, the "
constriction" intensified. When the glans "broke through" the "constriction" of the vaginal opening, "leading" the following shaft
"deep into enemy territory," I didn't feel the "golden
road . It seemed I hadn't yet broken through the "tight" "encirclement," but rather felt that Qiu Tong's vagina had
transformed the "constriction" into a "tight grip" on my entire penis!
Ah…so good! I don't easily moan, especially not right after penetration. But I still managed to have it.
This was the first time after several mistresses. Was this really the vagina of a woman married for over six years? Not only my friends asked this,
but I asked myself the same question. I seriously wondered if Qiu Tong's seemingly handsome husband, who resembled Chen X, was
congenitally impotent. Only then did I "reluctantly abandon" the pleasure my penis was enjoying from Qiu Tong's tightly gripping vagina (I couldn't
multitask ), and focus on observing Xia Ri's expression and my penis.
Xia Ri's expression was complex: sometimes he would glance at his wife, and from that gaze I "read" worry
and heartache; sometimes he would shake his head left and right, seemingly regretting changing partners? Or perhaps he felt he had been cheated?
Sometimes would look up at the ceiling, perhaps reminiscing about the sweetness of his past with his wife, or perhaps unwilling to see his wife's
"springtime-tinged" appearance at this moment… Fortunately, my "wife" was currently squatting between his legs, giving him
oral sex. I carefully "glimpsed" Xia Ri's penis a few times: it was of a certain length, but not very thick.
Because my wife was holding my glans in her mouth, I couldn't see it even after glancing a few times. But based on my
experience , the glans couldn't be big, otherwise, how could his wife's vagina still look like a virgin's? At this moment, I
sincerely thanked my crazy and sexy wife. If it weren't for her timely oral sex on the complicated Xia Ri, I would have been worried that Xia Ri would have quickly
passed the time when "only those who aren't afraid of being cuckolded" were not afraid of being cuckolded. If "that time" had passed, anyone
(including me) who saw their wife "doing" with someone else might feel heartbroken at best, and at worst, they might cry out
, "Wife... let's not switch, okay?"...
I always "think of the worst-case scenario and strive for the best outcome" when I do things. With
the strong support , the "worst-case scenario" did not happen, and the "best outcome" was beckoning us frequently! "Wife, don't
just go crazy... you can enjoy yourself to the fullest, but you can't be deprived... of Brother Xia's [semen bank]... otherwise,
I won't be able to explain to Sister Qiu Tong..." When I mentioned "explaining," I increased the speed of my "piston motion.
" My crazy "wife" understood what I wanted her to do, and she immediately rode my penis, pressing her vulva tightly against
my pubic bone, grinding against me with varying pressure and speed. This grinding gives women intense pleasure, while men
's pleasure is relatively dulled, but it delays ejaculation, achieving my
goal of ensuring she doesn't deplete my penis's [semen bank].
Qiu Tong stuck out her white, round buttocks, not daring to sit down completely, wanting to dodge but unable to escape as I held her
slender . She could only brace her hands on the large coffee table in front of her, softly calling out, "Brother... Brother...
Slower... Slower... Faster... It's going to make a sound..." Hehe, so she didn't dislike my rapid thrusting, she was
just afraid of being heard.
I didn't penetrate very deeply, it was really just a warm-up. Besides, I hadn't even seen Qiu Tong's vagina yet, and I hadn't figured out her
biggest erogenous zones. I wouldn't "go all out" in this kind of "encounter." When it comes to sex with women
, it's essential to "know yourself and know your enemy." Only with this understanding can sex achieve twice
the result with half the effort.
In Chapter Four, "Someone Knocks on the Door,"
as mentioned in the previous chapter, my cousin's wife's "crazy" behavior led us two couples to
take the crucial step of "exchanging" partners. Logically, the next step should have been passionate sex, but we were in a bar
with a wooden floor, and any movement would cause a creaking sound. Considering the
reasons mentioned in the previous chapter, I hinted to my wife to stop. My wife was very proactive in "grinding," and soon
reached orgasm. Summer certainly doesn't offer that kind of stimulation; most men don't feel much from a woman's "grinding." Men
need to "poke" to find the feeling.
Qiu Tong didn't feel anything either, except for a significant amount of vaginal lubrication. My abrupt stop greatly whetted this beauty's
appetite . I immediately thought I had to whet her appetite so that tonight, when we were alone
in that standard room—not a bridal chamber, but even better than one—we, as temporary "spouses," could have a
wildly exciting time !
We immediately agreed that starting tonight, we would officially swap partners for three days (including the day of the swap and the day of the breakup).
Not only would we take turns sleeping, but we would also swap "lifestyles." After the swap, the original partner wouldn't disturb the new partner unless absolutely necessary. We
also emphasized that before the breakup, each of us would share our true feelings… Everyone agreed.
We didn't eat much for dinner, partly out of excitement, and partly for health reasons, ordering some fruits and snacks for
a late-night snack. We also strolled along the wooden walkway, showing off our clothes and singing, trying
to create building an atmosphere that even we ourselves found somewhat intoxicating and exciting.
Just after eleven o'clock, my "wife" was getting impatient. She quietly slipped over and asked me, "
How much longer ? I'm thinking of going to…sleep." I knew what she meant by "sleep," but I pretended not to understand and
said casually, "Ah, then go to sleep first, we'll play a little longer." "Hmm...you know
... I can't sleep alone," she blurted out, quite bluntly. "Who told you to go to sleep alone?" I wanted to
tease her. "Didn't you just tell me to go to sleep first, and you guys...want to play a little longer?" Her mind was like Duan Yu
's Six Meridian Divine Sword, sometimes sharp, sometimes completely unreliable.
"I told you...the couple to go to sleep, we...the couple will play a little longer...oh." I also knew
a bit of the Murong family's martial arts technique of "using their own methods against them," so I spoke to her first, but then said "oh"
to Qiu Tong beside me. Qiu Tong knew I was teasing my "wife," and she wanted to laugh but was too embarrassed. She wanted to leave but
felt it wouldn't be appropriate, so she pretended to comb her hair. If her hands weren't on her hair but
holding a pipa, she would resemble a classical beauty, radiant and alluring. However,
even the way she was combing her hair was undeniably captivating.
After saying "Oh" to Qiu Tong, I tried to talk to my "wife" again, but she was nowhere to be seen.
Looking up, I saw her pulling Xia Ri towards the exit. I wondered why she moved so quickly,
when Qiu Tong laughed and said, "You were only halfway through your sentence when I ran off to grab my husband..." "What, your
husband? I... I'm right here..." I said, pointing to the bridge of my nose.
I knew Qiu Tong would blush when I said that, and I loved seeing beautiful women blush, so I stared at her face.
Sure enough, as soon as I finished speaking, Qiu Tong's face flushed crimson. She said coquettishly, "
You're so annoying! " and turned to walk towards the exit. I was worried that my "wife" might cause some trouble again, when I saw Qiu Tong...
As we walked out, how could I not understand her meaning? I caught up with her in two steps, took her slender hand, and we left
the dance hall side by side.
Our room was in the front building of the hotel. Because we arrived late, the ground floor of the back building was already
full of guests (they didn't know how dangerous the back building was). Luckily, there were still rooms in the front. Although the front building was closer to the road and a bit noisy during
the day it was relatively quiet at night. The back building was the opposite: quiet during the day and noisy at night,
because there was a water bar and a dance hall for guests to entertain themselves not far away. Just now, when we left,
there were a few people with raspy voices howling there. I heard they were going to howl all night. If we stayed in the back building, our "exchange"
process would be ruined by such a commotion, even if we didn't get sick, it would be a huge disappointment. The key was that there were still
rooms . Although the floor was also wooden, it was close to the ground, so even if we were having a passionate encounter, we wouldn't have to worry about disturbing anyone's
sleep.
Qiu Tong and I walked through the lobby and into the guest room corridor. The "couple" was no longer in sight. My
first thought was "Wow, that was fast," followed by "Thank goodness" (nothing went wrong). I initially wanted to check
if there were any , but I quickly realized that wasn't a good idea and reminded Qiutong not to look around too much, lest she be
seen as "sneaky."
When we reached the room door, I took out the key and asked Qiutong to open it (a psychological test). Qiutong took it, but
her hand trembled slightly as she opened the door. I held her beige trench coat in one arm and used the other to hold her
trembling hand.
After entering and locking the door, Qiutong leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh. Her high, firm breasts heaved
, seemingly still a little nervous. "How are you... tired?" I asked with concern. She nodded and said, "
A little... nervous." Ugh, I know you're nervous, that's why I deliberately said you were tired. Why did you translate "tired"
literally? But I didn't tease Qiutong like that. I just smiled and said, "Um... I'm a little..."
Just then, the laughter of the "couple" next door drifted over, the summer's "haha" and the "wife's" "
hee-hee " so distinct. I was about to knock on the not-so-soundproof wooden wall to tell them to stop being so "outrageous" when Qiu
Tong suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Brother... don't... my husband... rarely laughs like that." I
instantly understood the deeper meaning behind Qiu Tong stopping me from knocking; she really did want to make her husband happy, which was why she spearheaded this "
change." Now, with the two "leaders" in the same room, guess what I thought of?
—I won't give you a hint—I thought of that line I said not long ago at the beginning: "For my wife, I
'd even sleep with a woman I don't even want." It must have moved the heavens to send such a
beautiful and charming young woman, more beautiful than all my former lovers, to be with me... "Brother... when are you taking a shower?" Qiu
Tong asked, looking at me with a hint of expectation.
As I helped her hang up her trench coat, I said to her, "You go ahead and shower, I want to have a smoke..." Qiu Tong didn't say
anything, just grabbed the things women usually take when they go out and went into the bathroom. Ugh~, do you think I didn't want to have some
fun together? But this was our first night after all, and I really didn't want to rush things, nor did I want to write
too much about these details. If I wrote it all down now, how would I get through the next two days?
I quickly made the bed, took off my outer clothes and pants, tossed my shoes and socks aside, and changed into the soft-soled slippers
my wife (Note: Some "friends" commented that they didn't know how I "
asked for leave" for my wife. Actually, there are many reasons to "kindly conceal," but you can't cry wolf all the time. I'll let my wife explain it herself
here .) Looking at these brand-new slippers,
the scene of my wife seeing me off involuntarily flashed through my mind ...
"You must be careful when you go to the meeting, and don't drink too much," my wife said as she tidied up
the slippers for me, nagging as usual. "After the meeting, you said you're going to have a get-together with some old classmates, and even
a three-day road trip. You absolutely mustn't drink. I know you like driving, and you said all those classmates
have cars, but none of them drive as well as you. You absolutely mustn't drive after drinking. Even if you're lucky enough not to have an accident
, it's still a violation, and in the future, drunk driving might even be a crime..." (Keeping a kind word to my wife is
as simple as my name).
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and a cloud of steam billowed out. Qiu Tong, wearing
a semi-transparent nightgown, gracefully emerged. Her figure, refreshed after the shower, was like a fairy, radiant in the
dim ... I was momentarily stunned, until the cigarette smoke stung my fingers, and I
finally snapped back to reality with a gasp. "What... don't you recognize me?" Qiu Tong, though still somewhat shy,
also possessed a natural grace.
She slowly approached me and extended her hand. I was so excited, and just as I was about to pull her into
my arms , she waved her hand in front of my eyes: "The water temperature is just right... Here... you should go wash too..."
Only then did I realize that what Qiu Tong was waving in front of me was a large bath towel.
When I came out of the bathroom, Qiu Tong was already lying on the bed, covered with the blanket I had just tidied
. It's now October, the golden autumn month. The days are sunny and warm, but at night, while
the autumn winds aren't quite biting, there's a slight chill in the air. When Qiu Tong saw me come out of the bath, she turned to lie on her side facing me,
smiling slightly: "Heh...you washed...quite quickly...oh." I knew she was just joking.
Ever since our "warm-up" in the maple forest, it seems she's already considering me her
new husband. At dinner, she even served me some food, and after dinner, she made me tea and asked with concern how it tasted
. Later at the dance hall, she danced with me, and our duet of "Husband and Wife Returning Home Together"
was so melodious and clear, earning enthusiastic applause from everyone present.
Thinking of all this, my gaze naturally fell on Qiu Tong's reclining body. Although covered by a blanket,
her graceful figure was outlined by the tightly pressed blanket, making her incredibly alluring. Just admiring
her like this , my penis suddenly became aroused and stood erect.
"Brother, aren't you cold? Be careful not to catch a cold..." Qiu Tong said with concern when she saw me staring at her blankly
, and stretched out her jade-like arm to pull up the corner of the blanket, gesturing for me to quickly crawl
into . After her reminder, I did feel a cool sensation on my body, so I pulled off the bath towel wrapped around my waist,
and with my hard penis erect, I crawled into the blanket that Qiu Tong had pulled up for me.
"Oh dear, you... how come you... aren't... not wearing anything..." Although we had already "made love," Qiu Tong still blushed deeply
upon immediately hid under the covers. "Why bother wearing
anything? With such a beautiful woman like you, I'm so eager, I don't care about wearing anything... This is much more convenient, saving me the trouble of
taking it off now..."
As I said this, I had already pulled Qiu Tong's soft, delicate body, still wearing her nightgown, into my arms, kissing her passionately
while fumbling to untie the straps of her nightgown. Just as I was about to reveal her smooth, alabaster shoulders and her not-so-plump arms
, Qiu Tong kept softly crying out, "Oh dear... don't... don't take it off...
it's so cold..."
As I pulled the blanket up to cover her gradually exposed body, I continued to peel away Qiu
Tong's layers of clothing under the covers. Qiu Tong kept squirming, her hands gently resisting my touch as I peeled off her embroidered clothes. But she seemed
to be deliberately a step behind me; I had already removed her bra before she used her hands to cover her
breasts . I had even pulled down her panties before she covered her genitals with her hands... Every time I removed a
piece of embroidered gauze from her body, I tossed it out of the blanket, and with each toss, she would let out a soft "ouch"
...
Actually, I already understood that from the moment I entered this room, Qiu Tong was already somewhat confused and infatuated. Nervousness, shyness
, and excitement must have been intertwined, making her want to maintain what little reserve she had left, but even more eager to test my
tenderness towards her. Her "late" hands and soft "ouch" sounds were actually conveying a "
temptation , subtly reminding me to add a touch of intoxicating
atmosphere to our first night together. I love women who are both reserved and alluring, subtly seducing and teasing without being overtly obvious!
I once heard a refined senior classmate make this analogy: if a young girl is poetry and a married woman is prose, then he
prefers to "read" prose rather than "read" poetry (Note: here, "young girl" refers to a genuine virgin
, not simply someone who is "young"). Although I am not a scholar (I prefer martial arts to literature),
I have read some works like "The Literary Mind and the Carving of Dragons," so I'll elaborate a bit here—a young girl is like poetry, but those
poems are often hazy, disjointed, and difficult to understand. Just the phrase "a young girl's heart is like the clouds in the sky" is enough to make me
hesitate . If I were to "read" this poetic young girl, I would certainly lack the "comprehension" and "patience."
But I only enjoy reading prose (and having sex with a young woman). Prose is seemingly loose in form but cohesive in spirit. It appears to be "written casually,"
yet it is "tightly linked" (coy and seductive), and it is "easy to read" (
quick ), "flows smoothly" (smooth sex, without digressions), and leaves a lasting impression! Tonight is our
first night together, so how could I not read Qiu Tong's prose, a rare gem and a "popular favorite"
?
In no time, Qiu Tong was completely naked. She no longer "pushed back," but instead
"embraced." We held each other tightly, rolling half a circle inward
and half a circle outward under the covers—we couldn't roll a full circle. Even in our passion, we didn't forget this was a single bed in a standard room
; if we rolled a full circle, we would fall and hurt ourselves. "Yours... is so hard..." Qiu Tong
was hinting that we could start having sex. While we were rolling around, my penis was constantly rubbing against her "little sister," a
kind of eager, almost primal rubbing that was incredibly alluring to a mature woman.
But I had no intention of penetrating her yet. I wasn't just holding her and rubbing her like that to
whet her appetite; I wanted to increase the temperature. Later, I needed to observe her vaginal shape and would inevitably have to pull back the covers. If we didn't get a little
warm from the activity, Qiu Tong would catch a cold, and I might cough. If we were both bedridden for the next two days, how
disappointing! Of course, I could also penetrate her to increase the "activity," but that would inevitably lead to excessive vaginal lubrication, affecting my
judgment. Besides, I had a fondness for "tasting fresh meat" (licking her vagina), but only beforehand, to maintain its
"original flavor." I would never do what Westerners do—"insert and then lick"—would that still be fresh? No, it would be
tainted!
“Brother…your…yours is so…hard…” Qiu Tong seemed to think I didn’t understand her subtext, “You’re
so beautiful and charming, any man would…” I gently stroked Qiu Tong’s back, slowly moving my head to her
chest, using my lips and tongue to suck and lick her nipples. Although she let out a few soft “ahs,”
her body didn’t react much. “You…guess what I…am thinking…right now…” Qiu Tong shifted
her body , touched my hard penis again, and stroked my hair as she spoke.
Hehe, do I even need to guess? I looked up at her
bright
, captivating eyes and said rather bluntly, “You must be thinking, now that I have this beauty under me, why shouldn’t I fuck you, right?” “Oh…you, why are you…you…” Qiu Tong blushed deeply at my bluntness
, the blush quickly spreading to her ears. "So blunt, isn't it? Don't you like... me
being so direct with you... telling you what's on my mind... and what's on my mind?" I
said, seeing her looking at me coquettishly. "If I guessed right, you'll nod..."
Qiu Tong didn't nod, but playfully blinked a few times, her long eyelashes fluttering behind her eyelids. I saw
her ears were flushed, so I took her earlobe into my mouth and sucked on it with my nimble tongue. After only
a few gentle sucks, Qiu Tong gasped deeply and groaned twice. I sensed her body tremble
a few times, and she shook her head, seemingly trying to "escape" her earlobe from my mouth. "What's wrong, are you uncomfortable?"
I asked tentatively. "No... it's... itchy... so itchy," Qiu Tong's
answer was also very direct, perhaps influenced by my bluntness. Hehe, after only detecting two or three "hot spots," I had already discovered her "sensitive area
.
" Women's "sensitive areas" and ways of being sensitive are truly different from one another. "Are you hot?" I
asked softly when I saw Qiu Tong stretch her arms out from under the blanket. "I want to see your lower body... I
've , but as your husband, I'm afraid you..." "My husband... is right here..." Qiu Tong
playfully tapped my head with her hand. "Never seen a woman's... before?... What's so... interesting..." Despite her words
, she obediently sat up. Afraid she'd catch a cold, I wrapped the blanket around her upper body, then knelt between her legs
, carefully admiring her vulva, which had already been "sit" but was now finally "coming out after much coaxing"...
Qiu Tong's vulva was fair and smooth, with sparse but glossy black pubic hair on the mons pubis. Her vulva was slightly raised, not as
high as a "steamed bun vulva," but not as flat as a "butterfly vulva." When you pried open the two labia of her vulva, the
clitoris, as small as a soybean, was revealed. The clitoris was brightly colored, pinkish-red, and although small, it was quite firm.
Below the clitoris were two thin strips of flesh connecting two delicate fleshy buds that were half "streamlined" and half "oval." These
were the familiar "labia minora." The labia minora were slightly longer than those of a "steamed bun vulva," but
far
Its color blends seamlessly with the vibrant hues of the clitoris, the inner wall of the vulva, and the edges of the vaginal opening. There's no
melanin , indicating the woman doesn't have frequent sexual activity and hasn't yet "lived beyond her means." The vaginal opening is small;
gently probing the inside, the levator muscles seem somewhat "firm," but the vaginal walls lack definition, being relatively
smooth flat—wider in the front, narrower in the back. Therefore, I quickly determined that the advantage of this type of vagina, as I
mentioned before, is that it won't "grow wider with each step," while its weakness is that it's far less absorbent than
a vagina
Then, I quickly "searched" my memory and realized that this type of vagina is what people commonly call a
"bamboo tube vagina" (the above description is only of Qiu Tong's vagina and shouldn't be generalized; I can't
verify it by searching on Baidu, so it's just for a laugh). My eyes were on the ground, and my mind was racing: now that I
knew out, I immediately devised a joint operation plan to launch a surprise attack on the earlobe from the "bamboo tube"—first
, I would use a feint attack like "pacifying the Central Plains" (i.e., the "missionary style") to gradually build up her strength, and then finally use "taking fire from across the mountain" (rear insertion
) to directly strike the G-spot on the anterior wall of the vagina, leaving her in a mess and utterly defeated!
Thinking of this, I stared lustfully at my "newlywed wife" and said, "I really want to... come in...
could you... spread your [little sister] a little wider like you did this afternoon..." "It's so cold outside, we... should stay under the covers... it'll be warmer..." Qiu Tong said, and quickly crawled under the covers, seemingly feeling the chill
from my earlier staring .
I had no choice but to crawl under the covers, pressing myself against Qiu Tong, kissing her peach-blossom-like face.
While letting my penis wriggle between her legs, I repeated my earlier question, adding,
"I'm afraid that wriggling... will hurt you."
Qiu Tong didn't speak, but I sensed that she not only spread her legs but also reached out and grasped my
penis, placing it at her opening. This time, my penis stopped
wriggling and gently inserted its head into her small opening, then slowly pushed the entire
shaft and tip inside. When it reached the fleshy mound at the end of the passage, Qiu Tong let out a
muffled groan. "Was it comfortable...? The way I went in just now...it must have felt good if it was slow, right?" "Hmm,
don't be so direct...okay, it's kind of embarrassing to ask like that..." "Wife, but we only have
three days...no, we only have two days now, if we don't get straight to the point, we're just wasting time..."
We chatted (verbal communication) while having sex (physical communication) like this. At the beginning of our encounter, I was always so
polite. At this moment, the "couple" next door seemed to be progressing faster than us. I could already hear
the creaking of the bed against the floor (our rooms are next to each other, and we both put our beds against the partition wall in the middle, so if we make any big movements,
we can hear each other).
I rested my elbows on the outside of Qiu Tong's shoulders and placed my hands on her breasts, which, although not very big, were very
firm. I rubbed her two erect nipples lightly and heavily, fast and slow. My thrusts were slow,
almost a few shallow, scraping motions before a deep touch to her clitoris—the well-known "nine
shallow, one deep" technique. The "shallow" part refers to those few shallow thrusts; the slower the "shallow," the more pleasure the woman feels.
However, some men often can't control themselves, leading to the saying, "Nine shallow thrusts are lazy, one deep thrust is serious."
But my "nine shallow, one deep" was the opposite. The "nine shallow" thrusts were genuine, while the "one deep" thrust was only at
eight or nine times the effort. Why? Because my "little brother" had only touched the fleshy mound at the end of Qiu Tong's secret passage a few times when
the beauty's brows furrowed, and she moaned softly, seemingly uncomfortable. "How...does it hurt?" Every
frown and grimace of Qiu Tong's didn't escape my wolf-like keen eyes. "Hmm...a little..." Under my "infecting" influence,
Qiu Tong also became more direct.
"You...Brother Xia's...never...touched...it?" I asked curiously. "No...no...
it didn't hurt...but it didn't hurt as much as yours..." I suddenly realized: the same "clothes" worn by
two "brothers" of equal height and build, one thin and one fat, makes the thinner one look longer and the fatter one look shorter. Besides, my "
brother " is actually "taller" when erect. Qiu Tong's "sister" "wearing" on my burly "brother" makes her already
"tall" figure look much shorter and fatter.
I hugged Qiu Tong with great heartache, apologizing repeatedly. Qiu Tong comforted me, saying, "Don't...you'll get used to it
...it will be better..." This woman, she adapts so quickly. I had just kissed her fragrant lips, caressed her breasts, and
been tossing my penis in and out of Qiu Tong's vagina for more than ten minutes, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly. Just now, the beautiful woman with a furrowed
brow was now smiling and moaning softly.
Seeing Qiu Tong's soft moans of enjoyment, I seemed to hear the call to attack. My lips
pressed tightly against hers, and then we exchanged sweet nothings, our tongues mingling... My hands
would gently caress her breasts, then stroke her round buttocks; my penis would thrust deep and fiercely like a storm,
then leisurely pluck a flower's heart... If Qiu Tong were a poetic young girl, how could I dare to be so
unrestrained and exhilarated? But with a mature woman like an essay, I naturally put in extra effort and
care ... "Oh... Brother... you... are so good... I've rarely felt this... comfortable... Oh!"
Qiu Tong's "oh" was the sound I made as I thrust into her clitoris. As I increased the speed of my thrusts,
Qiu Tong's moans grew louder. Overwhelmed by pleasure, she even kicked the wooden partition wall a few times.
Just as I was preparing to change positions and launch my final assault, there was a rapid knocking at the door! In
Chapter Five, "Teaching and Learning Together,"
I mentioned that I was just about to change positions and launch my final assault on Qiu Tong's "bamboo tube cunt" when a rapid knocking
sounded . This sound startled both Qiu Tong and me. I quickly wrapped myself in a towel and opened
the door. Standing outside were the "couple" from next door. Summer was so anxious; my wife's expression...
My sister was also fuming.
When I first saw them both standing outside the door, I thought they'd had a fight on their "newlywed" wedding night. So I took off
the security chain, let them in, and closed the door. Just as I was about to ask them what was wrong, Xia Ri suddenly jumped to
the bedside, pulled back the covers on Qiu Tong, and turned her around to look at her, anxiously
asking, "Wife...you...what's wrong? What...what happened?"
When Xia Ri lifted the covers, Qiu Tong's face turned incredibly red with embarrassment—I can't even describe it! In
the rush , she hadn't been wearing anything, just the covers covering her naked body. Xia Ri
's actions had left her
completely ? Especially with Xia Ri turning her around like that! It
would be strange if Qiu Tong wasn't blushing! Qiu Tong, humiliated by this sudden "exhibition," burst into tears and sobbed softly.
"What...what's wrong with him?" I demanded sharply of my wife's cousin. Her cousin quickly
explained , "It's not my fault...he heard his wife yelling and kicking over here...and worried
something had happened...he insisted on coming to check...I couldn't stop him..." "Damn it, worried something would happen? What could
happen !" I couldn't suppress the inexplicable anger rising within me, and I questioned Xia Ri sharply. Xia Ri, unaware
of my rising anger, was still trying to explain: "I thought...you
did something to my wife." "What would I do to your wife?...I fucked her!"
I clenched my fists, the muscles in my arms bulging, a truly frightening sight. By this time, Qiu Tong
had calmed down. Wiping away her tears, she wrapped the blanket around her naked body, walked to my side, and took
my hand, saying, "Brother, let it go... My husband is only doing this for my own good... He's worried about me..." "
Worried about what?" I turned my question to Qiu Tong, but my tone had changed from anger to calm. Perhaps
I was too angry with that "couple" to even ask such a "low-level" question.
Seeing my question, Qiu Tong must have thought I was teasing her. Her face suddenly turned red, and she almost
laughed through her tears , but she was too embarrassed to actually laugh. I can only describe her as "wanting to laugh but unable to," with her eyebrows arched, the corners of her mouth
turned up, and she lightly bit her lower lip, as she said to me, "What is my husband worried about... Brother, you know... don't you
know ..."
Xia Ri, like a child who had done something wrong, stood silently to the side. My wife's cousin, however, immediately picked up where
Qiu Tong left off, saying, "Xia Ri is worried that his wife... can't handle your big cock... I've told him that
a woman's thing can be big or small... big enough to give birth, small enough to feel even with just a finger, but he
's still worried..."
"Really?... Brother Xia, we've known each other for so long, don't you know I'm not... a man who
doesn't know how to cherish women?"—At that moment, I wanted to say, "Don't you know I'm not
the kind of man who saves his own wife for sex while relentlessly fucking other men's wives," but I held back, afraid that Qiu Tong would be hurt by
those words .
Then, half-jokingly and half-seriously, I said to Xia Ri, "I'll tell you now, so you won't worry about your
wife... ah, no, now... my wife, I've shortened my cock for sex..." Seeing his
somewhat disbelieving look, I turned to Qiu Tong and said, "I know you're embarrassed to say... is it
true Here's what we'll do: I'll turn away from you two. If I'm telling the truth, nod to Brother Xia; if not,
shake your head..." After saying that, I actually turned around and faced the wall opposite the bed.
That wall was the one with the TV. In the mirror on the wall, I saw Qiu Tong nodding to her real
husband. Who knew that this half-joking "joke" would cause me so much trouble? Brother Xia insisted
I transform myself for him... I was dizzy... This "transformation" was only for the woman I admired; how could I
transform myself in front of a man? But later I understood what Brother Xia meant. He didn't want it to be shorter; he
wanted his penis to be longer and thicker!
I said with a wry smile, "Your dick is long enough already. Any longer, and you want to fuck your
wife ... ah... no... my wife to death right now?" My purely joking remark was like
a magnitude 9 earthquake and subsequent tsunami in Japan,
greatly surprising the man and two women present (my wife's cousin was "pretending to be nonchalant"). Sigh, it seems... it's time to give them a... sex education lesson.
Hearing that I was going to give them a lesson, the three of them sat "in a row" on the bed. This made Xia the happiest.
He sat in the middle, hugging my wife's cousin on his left and his ex-wife on his right. The blanket was covering
all three of them, and there were definitely hands groping under the blanket... Look, Qiu Tong's face is flushed from being touched, and she's secretly
watching my reaction. My wife's cousin is glancing at me while whispering sweet nothings to her ex-husband.
Only Xia is the most honest, looking at me intently. "Hmph, it seems the most honest person
is always the most dishonest. Thinking of 'You're hopeless,' I yelled, 'Class dismissed!'
" "Oh, actually, they already know what you're trying to say… You're just trying to say… women prefer smaller
penises , right? These kinds of things only carry weight when said by us women… Oh!" My wife
's cousin, seeing I was about to lose my temper again, immediately stepped in to smooth things over. She told me about a beautiful
woman at the end of her self-introduction and the conditions for her "partner," she made this shocking statement—"A penis of
medium to small size is ideal; anything above medium is out of the question."
The best partner is truly something else—I just said a long penis is bad for women, and she already knows to use the idea of beautiful women
preferring smaller penises to prop me up! See how effective that is! "Why is that… Sister?" Xia Ri
asked my wife's cousin. “Because this beautiful woman is an OB-GYN,” my wife’s cousin said, tapping my husband’s forehead.
“She knows that if a penis gets too long, a woman is prone to cervicitis, and if cervicitis isn’t treated properly, it can turn into
cancer …” “Ah…” “…Actually, what women like most is the slow movement of the penis inside the vagina, slow and
very stimulating, and the feeling of the glans going in and out, the scraping and swelling sensation… Even a smaller penis
can excite a woman just the same way… Oh…”
At this point, Xia Ri nodded repeatedly, because he believed that my wife’s cousin was also a “doctor” (
that’s how we say it; I’m the teacher, and my “wife” is the doctor). Qiu Tong’s face was a little red; she seemed to really want to do “sex. ”
"Consulting": "I know all of this... Just now, that's what you did... It made me so excited...
My partner... has done it too, but he can't last more than a few thrusts before..." She glanced
at her husband, Xia Ri being very frank: "Just tell me, I'm useless... I can't last more than a few thrusts before I ejaculate
..."
Seeing that she'd gotten to this point, I immediately grasped the crux of the matter: "Now, Brother Xia, you know it's not that
your [little brother] is small, right? A hoe isn't afraid of being small, as long as the steel is good; a penis isn't afraid of being small, as long as it's full of juice—"
"As long as it has hardness and stamina, it's the ultimate thing that women like..." As soon as I said this, Qiu Tong
blushed a little, but couldn't help but smile. My wife's cousin patted my shoulder and said, "Heh, husband, you
're a teacher, so eloquent..."
At this moment, Xia Ri seemed a little unhappy. He was obviously annoyed that he hadn't received any substantial
help . "Hey, he's already slept with such a good and beautiful wife of his, how can you not help him
?" I said to myself. So, with my left arm around my wife's cousin and
my right arm around Qiu Tong, the wife Xia Ri "exchanged" for me, I used Xia Ri's methods against him (he had just
been using both hands), but after the "revenge," I still gave him the most substantial help.
I said, "The body is the capital of sex, the body is like this [1], wife, children, concubine, mistress
... are the numbers [0], [1] is vertical, and the [0] after it..." The more the better; [One] lying down
like this , no matter how many [0] there are after that, they are all equal to [0]. Then I taught Xia a set of
the most basic, easiest to practice, and most "perseverance" "muscle lifting and pressing training method" (self-created), and told Qiu Tong to go back and search on Baidu for
meats and vegetables that can improve penile combat power (such as loach, donkey meat, oysters, quail, eggs, seaweed,
leeks, green onions, etc.) and learn medicinal diet to nourish Brother Xia. I also told Qiu Tong that some tonics should not be abused and
should be used gradually under the guidance of a doctor.
As for what kind of h position and technique can avoid Brother Xia's "incompetence", I looked at
Qiu Tong, who was very concerned about her husband, and gave a lewd "lewd" smile: "Well, I will teach you later... What,
you want ? ...Aren't you afraid...to perform...a live sex show in front of the two of them?" "This made Qiu Tong
blush deeply and hide under the covers.
Later, I took out a few "buttons" (Thai royal treasures) that I always carry with me for emergencies and gave them to
Xia Ri, saying they were for external use and I could try them. I also briefly explained how to apply them. Xia Ri asked me excitedly, "How
effective is it ?" I said, "It varies from person to person, but I think it's okay. Consistent use can make the penis
thicker and longer (it needs to be massaged, but it wasn't obvious for me, maybe my 'little brother' has reached its limit), but I think the
[delay effect] is good." And this was exactly the "medicine" that Xia Ri desperately needed to cure his "inability to control himself."
When I said this, I forgot that my wife's cousin was right next to Xia Ri. Hearing me say this, she was about to chase after me and hit
me: "Why did you give him this? Aren't you afraid of your [wife]... how can I handle this?"
He'd be happy if he delayed ejaculating ... I don't want to get [pleased to the point of climax]..." I know my flirtatious wife cousin likes
to play "sibling sex" with men younger than her. This time, I brought her out to pretend to be my wife, so I wouldn't let her "pleased to the point of climax
." How could she possibly comply with me? Sure enough, after chasing and hitting me a few times, she grabbed Xia Ri and said with a seductive tone, "
Let 's go, let's see if what he said is true. If not, we'll come back and settle the score with him..."
After the "couple" left, I closed the door and crawled into bed, only to see Qiu Tong's eyes were red,
as if she was very sad. "What's wrong?" I hugged her and asked, puzzled, but she wouldn't pay attention to me. I got a little
anxious, so I saluted her and bowed to her, not knowing when I had offended this beauty. Later,
when I pressed her, she asked me in a choked voice, "You were so fierce just now, did you... use... that
?"
I didn't understand for a moment: "Just now? Was I fierce?" "...Ah, are you still upset because I scolded you,
Xia Ri?" "Still pretending? It was before they knocked on the door..." "Before? I wasn't scolding
you before, we were still rocking and thrusting, getting better and better together back then." "Oh my god... I mean,
just now you were fucking me... fucking me so hard... did you use that [button]?" "Why do you suspect I
used that? I'm healthy, so I can have a bigger blast, it's normal..."
"Didn't you say that you don't use it when you're with your own wife, because if you do, she won't be able to handle it, but when you're with someone else's wife you fuck her
hard, and usually you use that?" "Oh my god!" Now it's my turn to imitate her crying out to the heavens: "Is the one I'm going to fuck now
someone else's wife? It's my own wife... Ouch, don't pinch me... Spread
your all this commotion, wife... your pussy is all dry... Spread your pussy wider... my [little brother] is going to come in
... Ah!"
Before the words were even finished, my penis had already slowly entered Qiu Tong's vagina. With my "Ah!", Qiu Tong almost
simultaneously let out an "Ah!", but my "Ah!" was the end of a sentence, while Qiu Tong's "Ah!" was
the beginning of a moan… The rest of the time was really tiring. When I'm having sex with mature women, I like to go all the way.
The previous "Conquering the Central Plains" position, with "nine shallow, one deep," "circling left and right"...
I fucked Qiu Tong for a full twenty minutes, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, before gradually bringing her to climax.
But Qiu Tong's "exchanged" husband seriously violated our agreement, making all my previous efforts futile! Now I have to "start
over, cross the mons pubis," alas, a beautiful night is priceless, and I've wasted this precious time! Looking at the expectant eyes of the beauty beneath me,
I could only curse Xia Ri inwardly: "Damn it!" "You're worried your wife can't handle my big cock? Well, I'm going to fuck her
until she can't take it!"
But after only a few thrusts into the beauty's cunt, Qiu Tong cried out softly, "Brother... Brother, be gentle
... I haven't... I haven't gotten used to it yet... Slow... Slow down..." Hearing the beauty's sweet cries,
how could I thrust any harder? That's just the kind of person I am; I especially sympathize with the weak, especially when the other party is
a beautiful woman who has already submitted to me! "Lift your ass up..." When Qiu Tong's crotch was dripping with lustful fluid, and her cunt was making "
plop plop" sounds, I sounded the horn for the final assault on the beautiful woman who had submitted. Qiu Tong responded sweetly
, kneeling on the bed and lifting her round ass high.
I was behind her, pressing my hands against her white and elastic round buttocks, first inserting my cock along the cleft of her buttocks.
I touched her vagina, then pinned her hands behind her back, lifting her upper body and arching it backward. Qiu Tong's back, waist, and buttocks
bent into an unbendable bow, her buttocks pressed tightly against my toes, and my penis
thrust straight and relentlessly against the front wall of her vagina.
While attacking her vagina, my lips and soft tongue were also constantly sucking and licking Qiu Tong's particularly sensitive
earlobe . This "fire-starting from a distance" position was intended to "attack" the G-spot on the front wall of Qiu Tong's vagina.
Similar to fucking a "bamboo tube vagina" or a "steamed bun vagina," frontal intercourse is mainly for "warming up." Using the "rear-entry" position, the "fire-starting from a distance" position,
or the "woman-on-top" or "beauty sitting" position, allows for direct penetration of the G-spot on the front wall of the vagina, achieving twice
the result with half the effort.
The final assault only took about ten minutes. Qiu Tong's face was flushed, and she was moaning sweetly. Then, she completely collapsed,
her vulva a mess. As the climax approached, her delicate body seemed slightly stiff. A series of tremors, originating from
her vulva, vagina, and thighs, spread throughout her body, intertwined with mild spasms, giving me an intense pleasure.
I felt a great sense of victory—hehe, I had completely conquered another mysterious, bamboo-tube-like vulva!
As I, with the pride of a victor, examined Qiu Tong, whose eyes were slightly glazed from the orgasm, her
shoulders were already resting on my chest. She said shyly, "Brother… this orgasm… I
haven't felt this pleasure… in so long… this 'ecstasy' feeling… is so good… so comfortable… ah
… thank you… brother… ah…"
Hearing her say this, a feeling of pity welled up within me. I gently laid her down and covered
us . Knowing full well what a beauty needs after an orgasm, I held her close, caressing her slightly cool
skin , and pressed my lips to her face, lightly kissing and nibbling, inhaling her unique fragrance…
When I woke up the next day, the sun was already high in the sky. Seeing that she was still asleep, I gently pulled back the covers, intending to feast my eyes
on her alluring beauty again. But Qiu Tong woke up at that moment. Seeing me
staring at her lustfully, she suddenly realized that she was still naked, her body still bearing the traces of last night's passionate encounter, and her face immediately turned
crimson . She quickly put on a bathrobe, heading towards the bathroom, turning her head back to
me coquettishly and saying, "You…aren't you going to shower? We're going boating later…" Before she could finish speaking, I strode over
, picked her up, and hurried into the bathroom for a "couple's bath" with her.
After bathing and eating, we waited for the couple at the boat rental place on the Qingshui River for a while before they finally arrived
. I asked them how effective the "button" was. Xia Ri said it was good, but my wife's cousin said it wasn't. I
quickly asked why, and Xia Ri said that shortly after applying the medicine, he felt a burning heat in his penis, and during intercourse, it remained erect,
as if he had "retained his ejaculation for a long time." I said that was good, which meant the "button" was used correctly. My wife's cousin retorted sharply
, "What a load of rubbish! He did manage to 'last longer to ejaculate,' but I also had a much longer delay in reaching orgasm. I usually climax after
ten minutes or , but last night, I rubbed for over half an hour and still didn't experience an orgasm!"
Hearing this, I pondered for a long time before asking them how long they had waited after using the medication. They both said about ten minutes. I
laughed out loud. This medication requires a wait of over forty minutes before intercourse. Otherwise, the medication won't be fully
absorbed by the glans and frenulum, causing the woman's previously sensitive area to become less sensitive, thus delaying ejaculation (this is just my analysis). My
wife's cousin complained that I hadn't explained things clearly last night and started hitting me again. I parried while laughing, "
You're still hitting me? Last night you were the one who forgot the words 'over forty minutes before intercourse.' If you hit me again, you might lose
something else, so you won't experience an orgasm tonight either..." Hearing me say this, the crazy, lewd cousin finally stopped.
We rented two double-oared boats. The two couples, each in their own boat, cruised slowly down the river, one after the other.
Qiu Tong and I were in front, the other couple behind. At first, we weren't far apart, but gradually they fell behind.
Qiu Tong wanted me to stop and wait for them, but I said no need. The river didn't have many forks, we wouldn't get lost, and they could catch up slowly
.
Seeing that I was rowing faster, Qiu Tong told me to slow down. I gave her a lewd smile: "We're going to a nice
place soon, almost there..." Hearing me mention "a nice place," Qiu Tong's face flushed instantly. The first
"nice place" I mentioned was "Sitting in the Maple Forest," where we made love while sitting,
taking our first step in "exchange." Qiu Tong was particularly sensitive to "nice places
" now, and seeing my lewd smile, she naturally knew that some romantic scene awaited us somewhere ahead.
After turning a small bend, we arrived at a place with many tour boats. There was a large cave there,
its entrance rising more than two meters above the river. The entrance was very spacious, and the stone walls on both sides of the cave shimmered with light, displaying
both mesmerizing laser illusions and safety (emergency) guide lights to direct the tour boats deeper into the cave. Since I had been there before
and was quite familiar with the cave, I rowed the boat straight into its depths. The cave had
many , and the further we rowed, the dimmer the lights became. I asked Qiutong to turn on the flashlight we had received when renting the boat and lean over the bow
to light the way for me.
I went east and west through small caves, and soon we arrived
at a small cave with no tour boat lights in front and no oars behind, and very dim lighting. "Brother, why aren't you rowing?" Qiutong leaned over
the bow , turning her head to ask me, flashlight in hand. "We're here..." I let the tour boat move slowly forward using its momentum, while unbuckling
the belt. "What a great place this is, there's nothing here..." Qiu Tong seemed to know the answer already. I
patted Qiu Tong's round buttocks: "How could there be nothing... The great place is right here, quickly stick your butt
out, let me... show off my waist fire" (show off waist fire: a dialect term for eroticism).
Qiu Tong didn't hesitate at all, she slowly stuck her butt out, and I pulled her panties down to her knees. I
rubbed my big cock against her white and tender buttocks and vulva, and soon her vagina was wet,
glistening in the dim light. After I slowly inserted my cock, she leaned on the bow of the boat, slowly twisting
her waist, welcoming the slow thrusting of my cock in her vagina, and turned to me and said: "Brother... you're
so ... I'm so happy..." I stammered in response, gradually increasing the speed of my thrusting, and this time it was very fast,
and I ejaculated a thick stream of semen into Qiu Tong's vagina.
When we finished cleaning up the "battlefield" and rowed the boat out of the cave, the "couple" were outside the entrance. Seeing
us come out, Xia Ri asked, "Is there anything interesting to see inside?" I said, "Yes," and my wife...
My cousin asked, "What is it?" I said, "Someone's having sex in there." Hearing this, the "couple" got
excited and rowed straight towards us, asking in unison, "Where?" I rowed the boat past their bow,
telling them to follow me, and they would see the backs of the couple who had been having sex. The "couple" followed our boat closely,
still asking, "Where, where?" Qiu Tong turned around and said to me coquettishly, "You're so annoying!" before turning away shyly
. I saw that the backs of her ears were flushed.
After docking, we went to lunch. After lunch, we each took a short nap. In the afternoon, we agreed to visit
the ancient . Baolun Temple is a sacred Buddhist site, a place for seeking enlightenment. Although we are not Buddhists, we dared not be presumptuous.
We simply rang the bell and chime, offered incense, and made wishes that we ourselves did not want to say aloud. Outside the temple was a small street lined with vendors selling
souvenirs. It suddenly occurred to me that our two couples' "exchange" here was also a matter of fate. As the saying goes, "
It takes a thousand years of cultivation to share a boat ride, and ten thousand years to share a pillow." My three days as "husband and wife" with Qiutong, though not ten
thousand years , certainly felt like a connection spanning thousands of years. So I decided to buy her a small but meaningful souvenir.
I wandered around the street and only managed to choose a jade pen holder. The pen holder was entirely
emerald green and quite exquisitely crafted. The central body was carved with patterns, and on either side were two soaring jade dragons. I have a particular
reverence for dragons. Not only can dragons soar through the clouds and descend into the sea, but they are also the totem of our ancestors. Emperors were called "Sons of Heaven," and
we are called descendants of the dragon—this alone demonstrates the significance of the dragon among the descendants of Yan and Huang. When I gave Qiutong the jade pen holder
and explained that I was in a rush tomorrow and probably wouldn't have time to find another souvenir, Qiutong said to me, "Brother, wait a minute,
I'll go pick out a souvenir too."
A little while later, Qiutong came over and handed me the souvenir she had chosen. I looked at it; it was also a jade pen holder,
but instead of two flying dragons on either side of the carved body, it had two jade phoenixes spreading their wings. "Okay
...okay!" I gave her a jade dragon, and she gave me a jade phoenix in return—perfectly matched! Very interesting.
"Brother...how...do you already know what your sister...is thinking and what she's thinking?" Qiutong
asked with a smile after I said yes. Goodness, Qiutong, she remembered everything I said so clearly! Hearing Qiutong
ask this, I realized she had a deeper meaning. So I boldly guessed that she must be
comparing our three days of "marriage" to "the auspicious union of dragon and phoenix"! I asked her if that was true. This time, Qiutong didn't blush; she looked at me
and nodded . I know that she has not only accepted my "frankness" now, but she herself has become much more "frank.
" On the way back, holding the "jade phoenix pen holder" that Qiu Tong gave me, I said to Qiu Tong, "Let's play
a word game, make up some couplets or something, okay?" She looked at me and nodded happily. I
looked at the "souvenir" in my hand for a while, and then said, "I'll use the 'jade phoenix pen holder' you gave me as the first line of the couplet—'The phoenixes face
the sun , flying in pairs, beautiful and bright.' Here,
'red' refers to the red phoenix crown, not just one phoenix. 'Bright and bright' refers to the vibrant colors..." Since it was just spoken and not written down, I explained it like this.
"Ah...then...where is your 'sun'?" Qiu Tong, the "examiner," was quite strict and serious
. “This ‘yang’ (阳) is round, isn’t it? I just took the cross-section of the pen holder as the theme…”
I said this aloud, but in my heart I was thinking: Qiutong, how can you be so honest and so stupid?
This upright “pen holder” looks just like a man’s erect “penis”! My “phoenix facing the sun” here is
a double entendre . You only understood one meaning. The second meaning is an allusion to a woman performing oral sex on a man. How come you didn’t
understand that? But I couldn’t say it out loud, because if I did, it would ruin Qiutong’s “
scenery . Qiutong is quite “quick-witted.” After thinking for a while, she came up with a matching line—“Two dragons soar and circle the jade
beam.”
I, the grader, am very strict and only gave her 60 points. Qiutong was dissatisfied and asked me why I deducted so much.
I said, “We are husband and wife. I went easy on you. Otherwise, you would have failed.” Qiu Tong nodded in admission that her
antithesis wasn't quite perfect... I said: Your "double dragons" is very good against my "phoenix," and "soaring" is
passable against "rising sun" (her "verb" against my "verb-object structure," barely acceptable), but using "encircling the jade
beam" against my "double flying beauty" is too far-fetched, especially since she only cared about the tones,
turning horizontal "beam"; furthermore, "jade" being presented so directly here is also unacceptable...
"Then... you come up with one... let me hear it..." Although Qiu Tong was convinced by me, she didn't let me off easily
. I thought for a moment and said, "As long as my score is higher, I'll consider it a win," and Qiu Tong nodded. Haha, she
fell for it again... So, my first step was to ensure a tie, so I used Qiu Tong's "double dragons soaring," adding
60 points to myself; then, seeing that we were getting closer to the hotel, I didn't think too much about it and just said casually—"double dragons
soaring into the cave." Upon hearing this, Qiu Tong burst into laughter: "Your 'entering the cave' isn't right either, it's 'two dragons flying together'
! And you said you'd get a higher score than me..."
I grabbed Qiu Tong's hand, stopping her from walking any further; if we went any further, we'd reach the hotel. I said: "When two
dragons enter a cave, can they only enter one at a time? I have a 'hidden one' paired with a 'revealed pair'; moreover,
my version is a 'realistic allegory': 'Phoenixes facing the sun, two dragons flying together,' you've heard of 'two dragons flying together,' right? It refers to
the sexual intercourse of 'two women and one man'; my 'two dragons soaring into the cave' is an allegory for
the sexual one woman,' the parallelism is perfect, it deserves 10 points..."
My revealing of the scoring criteria and the score made Qiu Tong blush bright red; she pounded my chest,
saying, "Oh, brother... you're so bad... so... vulgar!" "No, no... I am lustful, but
lust is a man's heroic nature. I pride myself on having tasteful lust, which means 'liking the new without being tired of the old, being romantic without being vulgar
'..." After I finished speaking, Qiu Tong broke free from my hand and ran towards the hotel, glancing back at me every now and then with a
hint of "hatred." Her appearance was truly captivating, like "a single frown can launch a thousand ships"...
Originally, the word games we played on the way back and the nonsense we spouted in front of the hotel
were just jokes we made out of boredom on the way, and shouldn't be taken seriously at all. I went back to the hotel and ignored
it. But Qiu Tong seemed to have been "stimulated." Not only did she ignore me, but
she also seemed lost in thought and sighed. Seeing her like that, my heart ached, but I couldn't find the right words to comfort her.
At dinner, she even "broke the rules" and pulled her "exchanged" husband aside, "muttering" to him for a long time.
It seems they're about to take some kind of "sanction" against me.
Sigh, thinking that this "exchange" game will end tomorrow morning, I guess I can only "remain unchanged
," "leave it to fate," and "take it easy." After dinner, I didn't want to go anywhere, so I curled up on
the sofa in the room, playing some games on my phone. My wife's cousin thought I was sick and came over to ask
if to the hospital. I said, "It's okay, I just want some peace and quiet. Go find your husband and
have some fun, don't deprive yourself." My wife's cousin said that the couple had "violated the rules" and
were nowhere to be seen; she didn't know where they were hiding…
Just then, the door opened, and Qiu Tong and Xia Ri walked in one after the other. Xia Ri
closed the door , and Qiu Tong calmly walked up to me, looking deeply into my eyes, and said, "Brother… we've
discussed it, and we agree to what you said."… "What… what did I say…?" I'd rambled on
too much; I didn't immediately understand what Qiu Tong was saying.
Although Qiu Tong's face was flushed, she remained poised and graceful, her eyes shimmering with
a gentle she gazed into my somewhat bewildered eyes. Our eyes sparkled, and in her gaze, I "read"
the words "Phoenix Facing the Sun" and "Two Dragons Entering the Cave"! "Really? Really...really?" I didn't reveal
what I had "read," but excitedly, I hugged Qiu Tong tightly in front of Xia Ri. Qiu Tong gazed at me affectionately from my
arms : "Brother...it's true, we both...it's from the bottom of our hearts..."
I scooped Qiu Tong up and ran towards the bathroom, shouting to Xia Ri as I ran, "Brother Xia, let's...
start !"
(Chapter Six: The Whole Body and
Legs ) As mentioned in the previous chapter, I scooped Qiu Tong up and ran towards the bathroom. Just as I reached the door, I realized I couldn't
let Brother Xia down. Qiu Tong explained clearly in my arms that they had discussed it and were all willing.
Since it was "them," Xia Laodi (Brother Xia) was included.
Was it a bit... disrespectful to my friend that I was only concerned with taking my "exchanged" wife to shower and leaving Xia Laodi aside? Besides, my wife's
cousin needed someone to hold her too. If we didn't hurry and shower together, how would we manage a 3P or 4P later?
The four of us stripped naked and squeezed into the small bathroom for a hurried shower.
Qiu Tong and I were in the bathtub, while my wife's cousin and Xia Ri were outside. Everyone was eager to "use water,"
so , but it was never enough. Finally, my wife's cousin turned on the hot water in the sink, finally
solving the problem. After the quick shower, the two couples went to two separate beds. We had originally wanted to squeeze
into one bed, but we were worried it wasn't sturdy enough. As soon as I got into bed, I started by giving Qiu Tong oral sex.
I'd barely finished enjoying the "original flavor" when my wife's brow started twitching, her face flushed, and
she whispered, "Oh...oh, so good...so itchy..." Her seemingly unbearable itch was undeniably
alluring. Just then, my wife's cousin came up to me, nudging me and
saying in a suggestive tone, "Look, Xia Ri is still applying ointment. I don't want to end up like yesterday, not feeling anything
..."
I turned to look at Xia Ri, who was applying ointment to his glans... Good grief, with my "
erect pillar," Xia Ri is just a supporting character. Why is he foolishly applying ointment? If he
joins the fray forty minutes later, he'll probably only be cleaning up the mess. Oh well...if you choose to be a "spectator," there
's nothing I can do about it!
I told Qiutong to get up and let me lie down, then I called my wife's cousin and Qiutong to give me a blowjob.
My wife 's cousin was much more experienced; as soon as Qiutong knelt on the edge of the bed and shifted her weight towards my penis
, my wife's cousin grabbed my "little brother" and began
sucking on its bald head with her brightly painted lips...
My wife's cousin's oral skills were truly excellent, so I told Qiutong, who was cheering her on, to "learn from her."
By this time, Qiutong was completely uninhibited. She gently stroked my scrotum and massaged my testicles, saying
confidently , "Actually... we often do this too..." My wife's cousin, who was giving me a deep throat,
gave up her "little brother" to Qiutong after hearing this. Qiu Tong's licking was quite skillful, and
the coordination between her lips and soft tongue was impeccable, but the "depth" wasn't quite there...
This wasn't entirely her fault; her husband, Xia, had a "test tube" type penis with a small glans, so
how could he possibly "deepen" my "mushroom-shaped" (scientifically known as shiitake mushroom-shaped) large glans?
After a few attempts, tears welled up, and she kept gagging. Finally, she had to give up. Only
then she realize the meaning of "there are always people more skilled than you," and she couldn't help but sincerely
say to my wife's cousin, "Sister... you're really something..."
I was comfortably enjoying the oral sex exchange between two beauties when Xia, my cousin, came to the bedside and was
about to poke my wife's cousin's vagina with his finger. I stopped him sharply, "Don't touch it! You just put on some medicine
..." "My medicine is on my glans, not..." "Your finger has medicine on it!" "Then I'll go
wash it ..." "Wash it clean, otherwise my wife's sensitive areas will become less sensitive, and I won't let
you off the hook..." Xia then ran to the bathroom with a "thump, thump, thump, thump." Seeing how much I cared for her, my wife's cousin
made my "trumpet" even louder!
Just then, I realized that the two beauties' "double flight" wasn't going in the direction I wanted. I couldn't reach
their round buttocks with my left and right hands. Their high-raised buttocks and charming four legs were all angled
towards . Although the three of us were flying, it was like a "Harrier fighter jet," with my upper body
all alone, which I didn't like.
So I told them to change positions so I could play with their vaginas with my hands, and they complied. At that moment,
Brother Xia washed his hands and "stomped" to the bedside, immediately starting to caress my wife's cousin's round buttocks. I think his
thoughts were the same as mine: keep his own wife for later, and hurry up and get his hands on other people's wives
… So, I pulled my fingers out of my wife's cousin's vagina and
handed over to Brother Xia, who had come to "take over.
" After Brother Xia "took over," my "focus" gradually shifted towards Qiu Tong. I bent
over , told Qiu Tong to spread her legs, which were originally kneeling together, and then raised the thigh closest to my upper body, burying her head inside…
When I got to Qiutong's vulva, I poked her cunt with my hand while licking and sucking her vulva and
clitoris .
At this moment, my wife's cousin seemed to be reaching orgasm through "grinding." She "snatched" my penis from Qiutong's hand
, rolled over and half-squatted next to me, saying only, "I... really want to grind now
... oh," before sitting down with one hand on my penis and the other hand spreading her "butterfly cunt." As soon as she was settled,
she not only started "grinding" but also started "hula hooping," making my "little brother" "spin" inside
her cunt. Luckily, my "little brother" was still firmly attached to me, otherwise, my "little brother" would have
"hula hooped" all the way into my wife's cousin's cunt...
After my wife's cousin started "grinding," I told Qiutong to squat down with her legs bent. With her buttocks sticking out from under her armpits, Qiu Tong continued
to let me lick her vulva; her white and tender buttocks were practically sitting on my head. My soft tongue would sometimes
wrap around her clitoris and suck, sometimes lick along the cleft of her vulva. When she couldn't resist the tingling sensation, she would put her hands
on my chest and move her buttocks back and forth... Soon, one drop, two drops... of crystal-clear
nectar gushed out from her vulva, and I slowly sucked that pure nectar into
my mouth ...
With my wife's cousin "grinding" so hard, I knew her orgasm would come quickly, so I
said to Qiu Tong, who was wriggling her buttocks, "You should take a good look at my wife's performance..." I was going to say "
cousin thankfully I took a sharp turn.
No need to look—I couldn't look anyway, all I could see was Qiu Tong's fair buttocks and wrinkled anus
—I knew Qiu Tong's eyes were closed. Women like to have sex with their eyes closed, not necessarily because they're shy, but because
it allows for more room for imagination. But when I said, "This is the position you want to learn,"
I didn't need to look to know she was very focused, so focused that she forgot the unbearable tingling sensation in her vagina, and lost the
vibrant energy of wriggling her buttocks… This is truly a case of good intentions gone wrong, good mud not turning into a good stove!
My wife's cousin's "beauty sitting position" is quite a "routine"—when she sits upright, it's for
me to gently pluck her flower core; when she leans forward, it's for me to squeeze the back wall of her vagina and thrust into her secret passage; when she leans back, it's for me to rub
the front wall of her vagina and thrust into that glans. Point; she leans to the right (note: "leap" literally means "to surpass," but I mean "
to dodge colloquial sense), meaning she wants me to poke to the left; she leans to the left, meaning she wants me to poke to the right; her "sister" moves away from me a
little, meaning she wants my "brother" to follow up and relentlessly thrust; her "sister" presses close to my pubic bone, meaning she doesn't want me
to poke anymore, she just wants me to let her "grind"...
My wife's cousin's vivid performance stunned Xia Ri and Qiu Tong. Qiu Tong couldn't
help but mutter to herself, "My God, how am I supposed to learn this?" I stroked Qiu Tong's fair and round
buttocks and said, "For Xia's and your own good, you don't need to learn my wife's fancy moves. Just learn her backbend sitting position and
my back insertion move." As soon as I said it, I realized it was a bit inappropriate: the backrest position was something Qiu Tong should learn,
because that way she's actively "fucking" the man; while the rear-entry position was
something Xia Ri should learn, since Qiu Tong was only passively being "fucking" back then.
Speaking of "fucking," it carries a lot of initiative, unlike the more
romantic ." I have a "rogue" friend who went to a prostitute. They agreed on 100 yuan per session, but he slept
with the prostitute twice without paying a cent. Why? His reason was that he slept with the woman once (man on top
), and she slept with him once (woman on top), so they were even.
That's why I said earlier that "the backrest position was something Qiu Tong should learn, because that way she's actively 'fucking' the man,"
which is "verifiable."
I told Qiutong she didn't need to be as flamboyant as my wife's cousin, actually because I
was thinking about their future harmonious sex life. Xia's health isn't great, and he's unlikely to get strong quickly. If Qiutong
adopts all of my wife's cousin's tricks, Xia will become even more uncontrollable, and might
even decline further. Meanwhile, Qiutong, in the prime of her youth, might surpass my wife's cousin, becoming
increasingly demanding in their sex life. Wouldn't that not only ruin Xia but also ruin this beautiful
young woman 's "lower body"?
This reminds me of a poem from a vertical edition of *Jin Ping Mei* that my grandfather bought with silver dollars when he was young,
and which my father treasured. It goes: "A beautiful woman
of sixteen, her body like soft butter,
a sword at her waist to slay a foolish man.
Though his head doesn't fall,
his marrow is already dried up. "
Friends who are unwell or temporarily feeling unwell, please remember this! Remember this! Some friends might ask, "You're writing erotica here,
and you're saying this? What do you mean?" You've surely seen the "Cigarettes are harmful to your health" warning on cigarette packs, right?
That's what I mean.
Enough of that digression, let's continue the "story":
My wife's cousin, after a full-on "beauty sitting" session, was not only sweating profusely,
but she had also experienced an orgasm. So, I told her to rest for a moment, and then I asked Qiutong to "
sit on top" and practice... Qiutong is actually quite skilled; she gently extended
her not-so-plump arms, using her delicate hands to hold my hard, throbbing penis, while spreading her vulva... Her two
labia, one side of her overflowing, wet vulva, slipped onto my large penis, and then she
slowly . The feeling was almost as good as my wife's cousin's...
Because she was a few years younger than my wife's cousin, and liked to do some "body shaping exercises" in her spare time
, when she did the "backwards sitting position," her slender waist bent into a bow, and her body leaned very low; when she sat down, she sat very slowly
and with more force... My penis head rubbed up and down against the G-spot on the front wall of her vagina, and before long, Qiu
Tong actually had an orgasm from the pleasure of her own "backwards sitting position"!
I lay there on the bed, handing my penis to two mature and alluringly beautiful women, letting them
take the initiative "fuck" me. A seemingly passive "woman-on-top" position brought them
to orgasm one after another, but I didn't feel the urge to ejaculate yet… But I had to hurry and ejaculate;
this was a hotel, and we were having sex in the same room—two men and two women—if outsiders found out, the consequences would be unimaginable! So I asked…

"Brother Xia, how much longer until we get to the top?" He checked the time and said, "Eight minutes." I thought to myself, "Ugh," but said aloud, "I'm here... I'll teach you another trick... how about
'killing two birds with one stone'?" I said this to all three of them. This "killing two birds with one stone" trick was something I'd been
developing thinking hard" and watching countless adult films, but I hadn't found anyone using it
before—but recently, I discovered that a Western film with one man and two women had "plagiarized" my "killing
two birds with one stone" trick, which I hadn't yet patented. Seeing that all three of them said "good," I told the two beauties to lie on the
edge of the bed, and told Brother Xia to go to the other side of the bed and stand opposite me, sandwiching the two women in between so
I could help them if necessary.
The two women were obedient, lying side-by-side on the edge of the bed. "I didn't mean you had to lie side-by-side,
I meant you had to lie overlapping..." I apologized as I explained how to lie, and the two women finally understood. So,
my wife's cousin was on the bottom, her body as low as possible; Qiu Tong was on top, her upper body slightly raised, and Xia Laodi (my brother) supported her (
if there was a wall on Xia Laodi's side, he wouldn't need support) so that the two women's buttocks overlapped closely. I also adjusted
the angle of their lying positions so that their two "different" but "each with its own
merits" vaginas were "united" and "closed" as closely as possible...
Then, I stood by the bed and "shot upwards" at these two "female eagles" with my penis... I
took turns seven or eight times. When the vaginas felt swollen and pleasurable, I pulled out my penis, making the vaginas feel empty and
lonely; when the vaginas felt unbearably lonely, it was time to insert my penis again and feel the swollen pleasure... This "
repeatedly " for more than ten rounds, and my wife's cousin and Qiu Tong both opened their mouths and couldn't help but cry out in unison:
"Oh...so good...so comfortable..."!
This "killing two birds with one stone" technique, I believe, is far superior to those male actors in Japanese AV. Those actors always like
to kneel and run back and forth behind the buttocks of actresses lying side by side, which is both tiring and embarrassing. How can they do what I
do, without moving my feet, using one penis to simultaneously pleasure two vaginas! This kind of "killing two birds with one stone"
truly shows the "dominance" of a Chinese man. It is exactly like this: "One golden spear flips up and down, two vaginas simultaneously experience heavenly pleasure
; three people cheer in unison, no hero is merely a young man!"
Just then, it was Xia's turn to take the stage, and my wife's cousin lay down, her legs spread open to welcome
her "exchanged" husband into the harbor. I used a "rear insertion" technique—a variation of the "taking fire from across the mountain" position
—to "draw the bow and nock the arrow," thrusting directly at Qiu Tong's G-spot on the front wall of her vagina, while reminding Xia to "learn from me."
Qiu Tong was pushed forward, her upper body leaning forward. Xia Laodi hurriedly supported her with his hands, guiding her towards my penis.
I would thrust once, and he would thrust back forcefully. That not-so-sensitive "test tube" penis
poked around inside my wife's cousin's vagina... The four of us didn't even need to count "one, two, one, two," we just did this "dynamic relay" exercise in
perfect unison . After about ten minutes, Xia Laodi and I both
ejaculated in unison inside the vaginas of our "exchanged" wives...
After we finished, I told Xia Laodi to take his "wife" back to the room quickly, and I expressed my concerns. They both
agreed. That night, we each embraced our "exchanged" "wives" in our respective rooms to complete our final "
homework," which I won't go into detail about. The next morning, we all got up very late. After dinner, we agreed to meet in the private room of the "Sitting in Love Maple Forest"
bar for our final activity—each of us would share our true feelings. At this
place where we took our first step, neither of us was in the mood to appreciate the scenery anymore.
Qiu Tong spoke first, saying that during the three-day exchange, she felt she hadn't done enough, and
hadn't loved her "new" husband the way she loved her own. Aside from sexual and literary exchanges, she
hadn't even begun to understand him—from her words, it seemed she felt the "exchange" period was too short. Brother Xia said his
experience was recognizing the importance of health, and he repeatedly thanked me for teaching him the "pressure training method," and also thanked my
wife's cousin for giving him massages and teaching him a few self-massage techniques, which greatly increased his
confidence for himself and his family (his wife, and the fact that they don't yet have children). My wife's cousin, always so talkative,
spoke most briefly: "I want to enrich…all kinds of knowledge, so that my husband…is a groom every night…".
Finally, it was my turn to speak. Perhaps because I'm used to being in charge, my feelings were somewhat summarizing. I said, "
First, I want to thank Brother Xia and Mr. and Mrs. Qiutong. You are rare kindred spirits I've met, which strengthened my
belief in the 'swapping' game. Participating in the 'swapping' out of 'higher-level love' is still feasible. Second,
our 'swapping' this time was generally successful, but it also broke through my own cognitive taboo (mainly the taboo
of multiple people having sex in the same room). That taboo might have been something I was 'drawing a line in the sand,' but
I still believe it's the watershed between 'sin and innocence.'
" "As I said before, we are all mortals, and there are some things we cannot control. Otherwise, why
would there be '? As Buddha said, 'Buddha is someone who has been through it all, and man is a future Buddha.' Even the all-powerful 'Buddha'
has come through this process of 'falling down, getting up, falling down again, and getting up again.' As long as we don't '
remain complacent ,' and keep summarizing and practicing, I believe that one day we will become 'Buddhas'..."
The midday sun of October shone brightly on the maple forest ablaze with color, creating a shimmering golden
glow that seemed to symbolize the bright and promising future we were "exchanging" for! When we went to check out, the receptionist
was the same one my wife's cousin and I had booked the room with before the National Day holiday. Perhaps it was because of my tall, strong physique and good
looks, or perhaps because my wife's cousin was stylish and alluring, but she seemed to remember us vividly,
staring us.
At first, I didn't think much of it, but when I paid closer attention to the receptionist's gaze, I
realized At that moment, Qiu Tong was standing beside me, admiring me silently with affection,
her arm linked with mine, like a pair of lovers reluctant to part; my wife's
cousin was naturally with Xia, talking and cleaning his ear.
Upon seeing this mismatch, I inwardly cried out, "Oh no!" Just then, the
waitress gave me a mysterious smile and asked, "What? You switched?" "Switched what?" I feigned
composure. She pointed with her mouth to my wife's cousin and Qiu Tong beside me. I could tell she had indeed recognized that we had switched women.
The man laughed and said, "Yes, I hate shopping with my wife, so I asked
a friend to accompany her instead; my friend's wife likes foreign literature, so I spent the whole morning chatting with her about 'Gone with the Wind
' and 'The Red and the Black'..."
The saleswoman, while returning my deposit, said dismissively, "Oh, do you think we
don't ? Our boss said not to easily offend customers. This is a tourist area;
there are all kinds of birds in a big forest. Changing your style now is just a temporary thing. Once it becomes mainstream, it won't be so
popular..." None of us heard the rest of her words. We hurriedly left the hotel and got into
a taxi. Only then did I feel relieved.
My wife's cousin and I first took Xia Ri and Qiu Tong to the train station. As the train started moving, I saw the tears that had been lingering in Qiu Tong's
eyes finally fall. We
didn't leave the train station until the train had disappeared into the distance.
It was then that I noticed my wife's cousin wasn't carrying her usual "anyijier"
designer . I asked her about it, and she said she'd given it to Xia Ri. I chuckled and said, "
He's not a woman, why would he want a woman's handbag?" My wife's cousin said, "I want him to
hang the bag in his room so he can see it every day, like he's seeing me!"
Next, I took my wife's cousin to the bus station. On the way there
in the taxi, my wife's cousin and I were whispering sweet nothings. She told me about her direct
and indirect financial losses from "sacrificing herself" for me for three days. I hugged her and kissed her deeply, saying, "I know all that
. Please forgive me in the future..." Upon hearing this, my wife's cousin playfully hit me, saying, "You've been up to no good for
three days straight, and you... you're still not being proper!"
After seeing my wife's cousin off, I was the last to leave for myself. By the time I got home, it was already past midnight.
My wife hadn't returned from her "bricklaying" job yet, so I quickly took a shower and went to bed. When I heard the door open, I immediately pretended to be fast asleep.
I was afraid my wife would ask me about my "road trip" these past few days, and even more afraid she'd feel sorry for me and want to "do my
laundry " (our marital code for sex). I really didn't know if I could keep up. Haha, when you're tired
, you fall asleep quickly. My wife had only walked from the door to the bedroom for a short while when I thought I heard myself snoring.
For the past few months since spring, Brother Xia has repeatedly tried to chat with me online, asking
if my "wife" was online so he could video chat with her. Eventually, I got annoyed and told him she was sick and
hospitalized. But he only inquired more frequently, almost three times a day. Thinking
I wouldn't be said in a heartbroken voice on video, "My wife... died of illness." (
While saying this, I kept telling the gods in my mind, "My wife died of illness... it's fake, fake, fake
, fake.")
After I said that, Brother Xia really stopped bothering me. But Qiu Tong came to comfort me, telling
me to... take care of myself, and told me she might go on a trip during the May Day holiday. I said her husband would accompany her, but
she smiled and shook her head, saying that before the holiday, there was an important meeting between XX Bank and XX department about a collaborative development of some "Plan A" and "
Plan B," and her husband couldn't get away, so she was going out alone to relax. At
this point , Qiu Tong smiled at me and asked, "Brother, if I came to visit you, would you welcome me?"
I blurted out, "Of course!" At the time, I thought she was joking; we
don't have any famous scenic spots around here, so why would she come? I completely forgot that in her eyes, I was
a "widower whose wife had died!"
One day in mid-April, my wife told me she was going to attend a meeting about a new
project . If all went well, she could come back and we could go on a road trip during the May Day holiday;
if not, we wouldn't even get a day off. I was so frustrated. I had wanted to spend quality time with my wife
to make up for the "secret" hurt I had caused her, but now it seemed impossible!
Sure enough, two days before May Day, my wife called from out of town to say the meeting would be postponed, and
our road trip was off. Then it was my turn to comfort my wife. I told her how
much I loved her and wanted to take her out for a good time, while also urging her to prioritize the bigger picture,
reminding her that we were a loving couple and spent every day together, and to focus on securing the best possible benefit for our department… Just as I hung up
, my phone rang again. I answered, and lo and behold, it was Qiutong!
She first complained that I couldn't get through, then asked, "Your apartment is in Building 7, Unit 31-7, XX Community,
right?" I quickly asked, "How did you know?" She said, "We exchanged ID cards!" Wow,
bank employees really do have a photographic memory for numbers! Then, Qiutong said on the phone, "Brother, come
pick me up quickly! I'm already at the east gate of your community… With so many buildings,
how am I supposed to find it if you don't come?"
Hearing that Qiutong was already outside the community gate, I was overjoyed. I told her not to move and to wait for me there, and
then I rushed towards the east gate…

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