Forwarding "Our Couple (Part 3)"

Sorry for the long break, let's continue! Time flies
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and it was already past 8 PM. I said, "Let's call them!" "Okay," my wife replied readily, handing me her phone. I took the phone, a strange nervousness rising within me, my movements a little flustered. I knew that from this moment on, we were about to open a door so alluring to us, about to enter that door and explore the world beyond; we would also be transformed in that world, transformed into what? I didn't know yet, perhaps only through fire could we be reborn. I dialed A's number, and they answered quickly, as if they had been waiting. "Hello? Is this A? Hello!" "Yes, it's me, are you Qin Yong? Hello!" We greeted each other. "Are you both there?" A asked first. "We're all there!" I replied. Suddenly, I was speechless. While I could answer fluently on a computer, I was at a loss for words on the phone. After a long silence, I sensed the other person was waiting too, though I couldn't quite describe their feelings. "Have you two finalized your plans?" After a long pause, A broke the silence. "Yes, we've finalized them!" I answered confidently. "Then you should talk to my wife first!" I heard A transfer the call to his wife. At that moment, I felt a surge of heat rising within me, spreading to my brain, and my face flushed. All the questions and answers I had prepared vanished. I rambled on about unrelated topics. My wife clung tightly to my arm, her head close to my ear, trying to hear every sound on the other end of the line. I was so nervous I didn't know what to say or ask. On the other end, A's wife seemed remarkably calm and experienced. My wife nudged me, signaling that she wanted to say a few words. I immediately said, "Let my wife talk to you!" "Okay!" the other person replied calmly.
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handed the phone to my wife, who took it and excitedly began chatting with the other person. I never expected her, usually so quiet and reserved with strangers, to be so talkative. She and the couple talked non-stop for over half an hour. During that time, she told me everything about our thoughts on the matter, our concerns, and our desires regarding sex, making me blush. I stared at her in astonishment; she would occasionally give me an embarrassed smile while speaking. When I felt they had finished their conversation, I interrupted them. I calmed myself down, took the phone, and slowly asked, "How are you feeling?" A, on the other end, sounded quite pleased and said, "I feel good about you two. When are you free? Come over to our place, let's meet up. If neither of us is opposed, how about we have some fun?" "Sure! We'll go back and discuss it. After all, it's our first time trying this, we need to communicate!" I replied sincerely. "Okay! We'll wait for your reply. Goodbye!" "Bye!" Our first ever exciting yet nerve-wracking phone call ended just like that. Afterwards, it felt somewhat mysterious and warm, with a slightly sweet aftertaste that lingered. After hanging up, we laughed and went home. After settling our son to bed and washing up, we hurriedly went to bed ourselves.
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usual somewhat dull bedtime routine was much more lively this time. Leaning against the bed, I asked impatiently, "How are you feeling?" My wife just laughed and didn't answer. "How are you feeling?" I asked again. My wife was still smiling. After a while, she asked, "Do you really want to know what I think?" "Of course I want to know," I replied, feeling flustered by her ambiguous answer. She smiled and said, "Those two seem alright to me, they don't seem like bad people! But, I don't think I can hang out with them!" "What? What? What do you mean? Tell me!" I felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head, instantly extinguishing the flames of hope that had just ignited within me. My mind went blank. I didn't know what to say. Had all my hard work over the past few days been destroyed by her casual remark? Was the door to hope that had just opened about to be closed so quickly? No! No! I needed to get her to explain. "Aren't they doing fine? Tell me, why won't it work?" I asked, clearing my jumbled thoughts. "I don't know, I can't explain it, it just doesn't feel right. You know what I mean? I just don't have that feeling!" My wife laughed, and once again I was speechless. A sense of dejection welled up inside me. I lay helplessly on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and sighed. Seeing my somewhat gloomy expression, my wife chuckled.
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I glanced at my wife's slightly gloating smile, feeling a bit indignant. I said, "Are you playing me? You say it's okay, but you don't really want to!" My wife laughed again, seeming somewhat happy. She said, "No, no, really no! I just feel it won't work. You can look for someone else, maybe someone else will do! Really, look for someone else!" I looked at her somewhat resentfully, thinking to myself: Look for someone else? You make it sound so easy, but it's not that easy to find someone! Although I was somewhat dissatisfied, I thought again that this matter required both of us to be willing, and it wasn't good to force it. We chatted about other trivial things for a while before drifting off to sleep. This first, so longed-for close encounter ended abruptly, leaving a sense of regret and disappointment in the past. My once excited and passionate heart gradually calmed down. Could this be considered an experience, a kind of maturity? Although we are nearing forty and have weathered some storms, in this matter we are still like toddlers taking our first steps, everything seems to be just beginning. Day after day, the cycle repeats itself, everything seems to have returned to the past, mundane and unremarkable. The only difference is that I am still searching online, waiting, hoping that a new and passionate experience will arrive soon. During these days, our married life seems to have improved somewhat, especially when we talk about our thoughts and experiences with ******, it always ends with a passionate lovemaking session. It seems we're slowly accumulating something. When it reaches a certain energy level, it will erupt like a volcano once the right environment is encountered. I can clearly feel that we're eager to try.

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Since my brief but novel contact with Mr. and Mrs. A, I've become much more composed online. Occasionally, Mr. A will call me, hoping to take things further, but I politely decline. To be honest, even now I still don't know why my wife said "I don't feel anything" that day. Whenever I ask her about it, she just smiles and never gives a clear answer. Women are like that, sometimes unpredictable. Later, through my persistent efforts and careful screening, we met Mr. and Mrs. B and C. Unlike with Mr. A, we didn't video chat and then talk on the phone with them. Basically, we chatted until we felt a connection, and then arranged to meet directly at a teahouse. These two meetings were equally exciting, and felt a little thrilling. Because before meeting, neither of us knew what the other would be like, what we would talk about, or what we would do. Everything happened without any preparation. Both Mr. B and Mr. C are quite nice; they speak eloquently and are clearly well-mannered. Mr. B's wife appears mature and charming. They are a year or two younger than us, and their child is about four or five years old. Mr. C's wife is dignified and pretty, over 1.7 meters tall, and at first glance, she looks about my height.
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C and I are about the same age, but his wife is much younger, maybe ten years younger. Both meetings took place in a romantic and warm atmosphere. The men could greedily and passionately gaze at each other's wives without any hostility, while the women could shyly steal glances at each other's husbands without any restraint. Their eyes would often meet briefly before quickly looking away, leaving everyone breathless. Although they verbally avoided the topic, their hearts were in turmoil. Occasionally, taking advantage of a trip to the restroom, they would intentionally or unintentionally engage in some light physical contact—it was quite exciting and pleasurable. When the men discussed key and provocative topics, the women would always lower their heads, avoiding the gazes of their husbands, their faces flushed with shyness. Sometimes, they would join in, offering their opinions, but ultimately, under the passionate gazes of their husbands, they would lower their eyes and smile. What an experience it was! It was so unforgettable; even now, thinking back on it feels like I'm right there, unwilling to leave. However, good things often come with difficulties. Although we had closer interactions with Mr. and Mrs. B and C, we never progressed further for one reason or another. I clearly remember that after those two meetings, my wife and I had quite intense sexual intercourse. Each time, we fell asleep exhausted after unparalleled stimulation and intense orgasms. During this process, we began to indulge in many novel fantasies and actions. She was no longer herself, and I was no longer myself. At
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, until one day, the appearance of Mr. and Mrs. D (hereinafter referred to as Jun and Hong) finally brought us a turn for the better after our blind waiting, and we finally achieved our goal. I met Jun through a QQ couples group. At first, we chatted casually and seemingly casually, and I didn't pay much attention. Through chatting, I learned that the couple was a few years older than us and, like us, had no successful experience in this area. They, too, felt mentally exhausted and numb after a long marriage, a feeling we deeply empathized with. After more than a month of lukewarm conversations, we became much more familiar, and our conversations became more casual. Having confirmed our mutual sincerity, we exchanged photos of ourselves as a couple. From the photos, I sensed they were a well-mannered, gentle middle-aged couple with fairly average looks, meeting our criteria for friendship. I wondered what Jun thought of our photos. In any case, our conversations began to heat up. The day after exchanging photos, Jun told me he had shown our pictures to his wife, who was quite satisfied. I told him that his wife was equally satisfied with their photos, and that evening, my wife and I even imagined them as rivals and had a playful argument. Jun and I were both very happy; the topics of conversation gradually increased, and our language became more unrestrained. We discussed many ideas and details about exchanging photos. After a period of communication, the day finally arrived for us to meet.
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It was a midsummer weekend evening, the air humid and muggy. Perhaps it was the tension, but I felt my breathing was rapid. We both had a premonition that this time would yield results. Before leaving, my wife dressed up carefully. She chose a white, sheer, sleeveless long dress, concealing some of her physical imperfections. Approaching forty, she looked rather slender. She even sprayed on some perfume, making her look even more sexy. We dropped the children off at my parents' house and drove to the teahouse we had arranged to meet. Jun and Hong hadn't arrived yet, so we chose a small private room with air conditioning, ordered a pot of green tea, and chatted while sipping tea. My wife and I chatted idly, neither of us mentioning the upcoming arrival of Jun and Hong. I could sense that we were both quite nervous and expectant, but we pretended to be nonchalant. My palms were slightly sweaty, and although I was drinking tea, my throat felt dry and burning. Smelling the delicate fragrance emanating from my wife, I looked up and saw her face filled with shyness and tenderness, and we smiled knowingly. About half an hour later, Jun and Hong arrived gracefully. They were both quite tall, and it was clear they had taken care of their appearance. Jun was 1.81 meters tall, wearing a white t-shirt and crisply pressed dark trousers, looking very gentlemanly. Hong was 1.68 meters tall, also wearing a sleeveless long dress, purple, which suited her perfectly—a look that was both intense and unpretentious.
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was very robust, with a slightly protruding belly; for someone in his early forties, maintaining such a physique was quite impressive, indicating regular exercise. Hong was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, and like most women her age, she was somewhat full-figured. Perhaps it was well-concealed, or perhaps it was due to her height, but she still appeared quite well-proportioned. I took a very brief few seconds to carefully examine Hong, and was quite satisfied. Her full breasts, accentuated by her well-fitting clothes, appeared somewhat high, and her slightly protruding abdomen exuded the unique charm of a middle-aged woman. Her exposed arms were somewhat robust, but her skin was fair. Her face was made up, lightly powdered, and even with some wrinkles, her skin still looked smooth and delicate. The other three men had undoubtedly used the handshake and small talk as an opportunity to carefully observe their respective targets. Jun and Hong first apologized for being late due to traffic congestion, and we, of course, said we didn't mind. After the pleasantries, there was a brief silence; perhaps due to nervousness, no one knew what to say. The men were more courageous, breaking the silence and casually recounting some interesting anecdotes from home and abroad—a man's forte, after all. After a while, the tense atmosphere seemed to ease considerably. For some reason, the wives remained silent, simply listening to the two men's rambling. I noticed my wife's eyes were fixed on her teacup, and Hong's head was down. The men noticed the situation and felt a bit stifled.
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Soon, the conversation turned to trivial matters in their lives. The wives became more active, raising their heads and gradually joining in. As for me, I also stared at Hong with unabashed, somewhat greedy eyes. At first, Hong didn't dare to look at me, but as the conversation became more lively, she would occasionally glance at me, but she would immediately look away when our eyes met. I sipped my tea, maintaining a smile, occasionally stealing glances at my wife and Jun, and found that they were doing the same, their eyes darting nervously and anxiously. Based on my previous two experiences, I felt confident. As we got to know each other better, the atmosphere became more lively, and the tension vanished. Jun and I also boldly let our eyes roam over each other's wives, and the wives no longer nervously avoided their husbands' gazes, some even bravely engaging in eye contact with each other. However, once they noticed their husbands' gazes lingering greedily on certain sensitive areas, a blush would appear on their faces, and they would adjust their posture slightly. Sometimes, Hong would intentionally or unintentionally cross her arms over her chest, perhaps trying to subtly block my intense anticipation of her two rather high breasts. My wife would also sometimes fidget and lean towards me, seemingly trying to avoid something, though it was hard to tell if she was genuinely trying. Heh, they probably understood that their two husbands, with their rich life experience, had already used their sharp eyes to strip them naked and see through their bodies; all their feigned intimacy was useless. As time went on, the atmosphere of the conversation became more relaxed and lively. The husbands seemed quite excited, talking animatedly; the wives were no longer coy, their expressions and movements becoming much more natural and confident, occasionally even boldly showing off. Several times, Hong would straighten her back, no longer crossing her arms, and, as if deliberately showing me her two fleshy treasures under my burning gaze, I would get a little carried away, constantly swallowing hard. My wife would often adjust her posture, intentionally letting Jun feast his eyes on her curves. At those moments, I noticed Jun's gaze becoming somewhat vacant.
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Before we knew it, the conversation had shifted, heading towards a topic we were both somewhat eager to discuss but hesitant to bring up. After the initial warm-up, Jun and I were much bolder, sharing our views with considerable candor. While Jun was speaking, I deliberately nudged my wife beside me. She immediately understood, lowering her head shyly and nodding almost imperceptibly. I knew she was satisfied with Jun. Receiving her approval, I was overjoyed, listening to Jun's presentation with a broad smile. Looking at Hong, I saw her fiddling with her teacup, a blush creeping onto her face. After Jun finished sharing his insights, he apologized and went to the bathroom. Only my wife, Hong, and I remained in the room, and a silence fell over us again. Neither of us knew what to say in that brief moment. Suddenly, to my surprise, my wife asked Hong softly, "Are you satisfied with my husband?" My head spun, and I felt a rush of blood to my head. Such a direct question—I had no idea how Hong would answer. Hong glanced at me, then lowered her head again, softly saying, "I think he's great!" Haha, those simple words filled me with joy, a surge of excitement coursing through my body. I clearly realized that there were no longer any barriers or obstacles between our two couples; our four hearts could now communicate freely. Hong, after answering my wife's question, was already blushing deeply, her face as red as a sheet. When
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Army returned, he didn't notice anything amiss and continued his conversation. I deliberately got up, indicating I needed to use the restroom. I knew I should give them a chance to talk to their wives alone, so I consciously lingered outside a little longer. Sure enough, as expected, the atmosphere inside was incredibly warm; everyone was like long-lost friends, very friendly. The conversation then became more explicit and direct, filled with laughter. We shared anecdotes about our own sex lives and our personal habits, bursting into laughter at the most amusing parts. Time flew by, and it was nearly midnight. Having said everything we needed to say, we bid each other farewell with joy and satisfaction, heading home separately. My wife and I returned home feeling relaxed. We exchanged our feelings about Jun and Hong; with our son not home, we could be carefree. While washing up, we even started flirting like we used to in our youth. My wife said, "Hong is great, even more voluptuous than me. You've got a good deal!" I retorted without hesitation, "Aren't you the same? You spent the whole night flirting, making Jun's eyes pop out..." Amidst the laughter, we returned to the bedroom. My wife didn't get on the bed as she had done for years; instead, with her back to me, she provocatively removed her thin nightgown, leaving herself completely naked.
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For some reason, facing a body I knew all too well, I felt a burning desire. Normally, I would have glanced at her numbly, then helplessly climbed into bed and fell asleep. But now, I felt that the person standing before me wasn't my wife, but Hong, with her mature, voluptuous body. My vision blurred, unable to distinguish reality from illusion. I seemed to see Hong's towering peaks, her lush meadows beckoning me. In an instant, I erupted, like an experienced hunter, viciously pouncing on my prey. My wife clearly sensed the difference in me, but she struggled joyfully to escape the hunter's advances. However, the prey could not escape the hunter's attack and surrendered amidst cries. Without our son, we became even more unrestrained. After a fierce struggle, my wife cried out in alarm, and with an excited shout, I put down my beloved hunting rifle. We once again, unusually, embraced and fell asleep. After the two couples met, Jun and I contacted each other online almost daily, joking with one another and actively discussing our various plans, tacitly making preparations. For the next two weekends, we met for dinner. We always found a private room for our private conversations; we weren't concerned with the delicious food, but rather the thrill and excitement of the encounter. Interestingly, out of some unspoken understanding, we switched seats during the meals—Hong sat next to me, and my wife sat next to Jun.
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proceeded in a warm and romantic atmosphere; we had all unconsciously prepared ourselves mentally. The conversations were relaxed and cheerful, and we inevitably discussed many private matters. When asking the wives if they were willing to do this or that, they often blushed and giggled. The wives no longer had the initial reservations and shyness, and instead made many unexpectedly bold moves. I often saw my wife whispering to Jun, then blushing and giggling as she adjusted her dress. I would also, without realizing it, secretly place my hand on Hong's leg, gently caressing it out of my wife and Jun's sight. Hong didn't flinch, letting my hand roam freely. Sometimes, in the brief moments she was picking up food or putting things down, she would lean forward and intentionally brush her full breasts against my arm. I felt a surge of pleasure, a growing urge in my lower body. Once, I whispered in Hong's ear, "I really like your breasts, I want to see them." Hong blushed slightly, but pretended to be nonchalant. When my wife and Jun weren't looking, she quickly placed her hand under my armpit, pulled open the hem of her sleeveless dress, and I, too, pretended to sit upright, stealing a greedy glance at her treasure. Wow! She was wearing a half-cup bra, and half of her white breast was proudly exposed, rising and falling with her breath. I really wanted to grab them immediately and swallow them whole. Soon, Hong withdrew her movements, and I felt unsatisfied, pondering my next naughty idea.

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