A Woman's Account of a Couple's Swapping Experience

I'm 35 this year, and my husband is four years older than me. I married him when I was 26, and we've been married for eight years. He was my first love. If it weren't for his impulsive decision, my life might still be quite ordinary. Everything changed because of that exchange.
I'm not a particularly conservative woman, but as a civil servant, I usually only wear business attire; after all, I shouldn't be too conspicuous in that environment. You might not know this, but despite the formality of government offices, people are actually quite open-minded. Telling dirty jokes in the office is common, though I rarely participate.
My husband's personality is the opposite of mine; he's more open and receptive to new things. Perhaps because of our personalities, it was him who started it all. As our child grew older, our sex life became increasingly bland, happening only once a month, and even then, it wasn't very good. To a conservative person like me, this seemed normal. But my husband didn't see it that way. He always thought it was the seven-year itch, that we were getting tired of each other and needed some new stimulation to rekindle our youth.
I often joked with him, "Now that you've rekindled your youth, aren't you afraid your wife will run away?"
His answer was always so confident: "Life only happens once, I don't want you to become a haggard old woman."
He always made me very happy saying that, but I never imagined it would happen in such a way. In 2004, he started going online and occasionally watched some adult films; it wasn't a big deal for us as a couple. But one time, a Western adult film really shocked us. The stimulating scenes in the film led to
an exciting sexual encounter for us, our sex life had been rather dull, and a long-lost feeling surged back.
From then on, he occasionally mentioned the idea of swapping partners. I took it as a joke and didn't pay much attention. Who knew he secretly went to some swapping forums and actually came across some people and things related to it. One time, I caught him browsing the web. When he saw I had noticed, he calmly made me look at the posts with him.
The stories and photos in the posts shocked me greatly; I couldn't believe such things actually happened in real life. My husband then probed my tone, asking if I wanted to try this kind of sex. I didn't say anything at the time, but I felt my face burning.
Seeing my noncommittal response, my husband assumed I had tacitly agreed to the suggestion and became even more proactive in finding a partner for the swap. I remember it was after the Spring Festival in 2005. One day, he suddenly pulled me to the computer and showed me an email. It was from a man in Tianjin, agreeing to contact us. I was immediately annoyed and complained that he was actually doing something like this.
My husband immediately reassured me, saying it was just to get to know the other person and that he would immediately cut off contact if I disagreed. Actually, I didn't realize there was a trap here. What did he mean by cutting off contact if I disagreed? The whole thing was wrong from the start. Although I vaguely sensed something was off, a strange curiosity prevented me from pursuing it further, which was tantamount to tacit agreement. Perhaps the monotony of years of married life had indeed become tiresome.
The other person was the owner of a private company in Tianjin, named Long Sheng (pseudonym), a few years older than my husband. We quickly established contact through video. In the video, I saw that he was a burly man, not handsome but with a certain authority, at least not unpleasant. At first, two men appeared in the video call. They quickly responded that their wives had accepted my husband's request. My husband gestured with his lip, waiting for my response. I was a little embarrassed, but nodded curiously.
Soon, we arranged our first meeting. Since their child was studying at a university in another city, we agreed to meet in Tianjin. One weekend, we arranged for the child to stay with his maternal grandparents and then took a long-distance bus.
We got off at the Tianjin Economic-Technological Development Area, where Longsheng was already waiting to pick us up in his Passat. Longsheng was a tall, imposing man, about 1.85 meters tall. My husband, at 1.73 meters, seemed much less imposing next to him. Longsheng looked like a mafia boss. My husband and I exchanged glances and couldn't help but laugh.
Actually, Longsheng was a very easygoing person. After introducing himself, we quickly became quite friendly. However, as it was my first time participating in such an event, I was still a little nervous, and my smile felt somewhat stiff.
Long Sheng glanced at me in the rearview mirror and chuckled, "Mrs. Xu, is this your first time attending an event like this? It's normal to be nervous. But don't worry, you can always leave. If you really feel like it, the four of us can sit and chat." My face flushed red, and I lowered my head in embarrassment. We arrived at their house shortly after, a two-story duplex penthouse. The large bay window overlooked the entire Tianjin Development Zone, offering a beautiful view. Long's wife had already prepared the meal and urged us to eat.
Let's call her Sister-in-law. She was almost 40, and to be honest, she wasn't particularly attractive, far less so than me. Her figure wasn't as good as mine either; I'm 1.67 meters tall, while she's only 1.6 meters. She wasn't fat, even somewhat thin, while I'm a 75C. However, she had a decent air about her, like someone with social standing; apparently, she was a university lecturer. I really didn't understand what my husband saw in her. Perhaps it was because he preferred thin women. Of course, men and women have different standards for judging women.
We quickly finished our half-hearted meal. We sat in the living room watching TV for a while, the atmosphere a little awkward. Longsheng broke the silence, asking us in a questioning tone, "How about we go up to the master bedroom and watch some DVDs?" My husband looked at me, and I kept my head down, not saying a word. He nodded. Longsheng and his wife led us upstairs.
My sister-in-law sat casually on the bed, and my husband sat down next to her without a care. I sat cautiously on the chaise lounge by the window. Longsheng turned on the TV and picked out an adult film (similar to many swapping films), showing he was quite experienced.
After a while, Longsheng sat down next to me. I was flustered, unsure how to react. After a while, seeing my lack of reaction, he put his arm around my waist. His large hand gripped my waist, and I felt a slight tingling sensation. Longsheng whispered in my ear, "I liked you the moment I saw you." My face immediately burned. He tightened his grip, and I leaned against him.
Seeing this, my husband also lay down on the bed and crawled next to my sister-in-law. She didn't object and let him hold her. After watching for a while, Long Sheng probably felt it was about time and suggested that everyone go take a shower. My husband agreed and pulled my sister-in-law into the bathroom. As soon as he left, I felt abandoned and couldn't help but sigh.
Seeing my husband leave, Long Sheng immediately reached out and pulled me into his arms. I groaned in surprise. He thought I was encouraging him and covered my mouth without warning. I have to admit, he was a very skilled kisser. I felt very comfortable being kissed by him. Our tongues intertwined, and there was even a spark.
Seeing that I had given in, Long Sheng began to rub my breasts through my body, and my body gradually softened. He pulled open my clothes, which were a bit inconvenient because it was winter. He commanded, "Take them off." I involuntarily unbuttoned them. His words seemed to have magic, making it impossible for me to refuse.
I stood up and took them off, while he sat there admiring me. At first, I was a little embarrassed, and as my clothes were removed one by one, I became even more shy. After all, it's not easy for a woman who has never had extramarital sex before to be naked in front of a strange man.
I was only wearing underwear, and he beckoned to me, "Come on, help me take it off." I couldn't refuse, so I went over and started helping him undress. At first, I was standing, which made it quite inconvenient, so he pulled me down, gesturing for me to kneel. Surprisingly, I obediently knelt down again to help him remove his clothes.
Long Sheng was indeed very burly; you could tell he was fit in his youth, but as a man in his forties, he had developed some belly fat. What surprised me was his penis. After he took off his pants, I was surprised to see how large it was inside his white briefs. He suddenly pulled my hand to his penis, and I looked up at him in astonishment. Long Sheng smiled and said, "Don't you want to see it?"
I chuckled at his joke, and the atmosphere instantly became much more relaxed. Just then, my husband and sister-in-law came out after showering. My face flushed again. Long Sheng pulled me up and said to my husband, "Mrs. Xu is truly a beauty, haha." My husband actually nodded somewhat shyly, and suddenly I felt a little uneasy; why did my husband seem so sleazy?
Long Sheng pulled me into the bathroom. The hot water was still running. He reached out and flicked the clasp on the back of my bra, instantly freeing my large breasts. Then he untied my hair, and a cascade of jet-black curly hair fell down.
He hugged me from behind, kissing my earlobe, his hands working in tandem—his left hand playing with my breasts, his right hand slipping inside my underwear to invade my private parts. At first, I tried to resist by clamping my legs together, but the hot breath from his nose made my body go weak, and I couldn't help but let out a moan.
To make things easier, he actually pulled my thighs up and placed them on the edge of the bathtub. My private parts offered no resistance anymore, and his thick fingers plunged deep inside, probing and teasing my clitoris. I could no longer suppress the surging passion; my lower body was already overflowing. I moaned wantonly, "Ah..."
I reached behind him with one hand to caress his back, while the other was guided down to my body, grasping his deadly penis. It was so big, much bigger than my husband's.
Before I knew it, he had turned me around, and I instinctively took off his underwear. His black penis, the glans gleaming, almost made me faint. He pressed my shoulder and gave me a wink, and I couldn't resist kneeling down to give him oral sex.
My mouth could barely contain that enormous penis. "Oh, baby, so comfortable, you're such a beauty." Long Sheng's voice seemed like encouragement, and I worked even harder, imitating the actresses in porn movies. I even felt that I had to serve him more attentively than I did my husband.
After a while, he pulled me into the bathtub to shower. He even taught me how to apply shower gel to my breasts while he rubbed his back, jokingly calling it "abalone head scrubbing."
When we came out of the bathroom, my husband was already having sex with my sister-in-law. He was sitting there, their lower bodies joined together, my sister-in-law's head thrown back, her body twisting and emitting seductive moans. My husband glanced at us out of the corner of his eye, then immediately went back to his frenzied lovemaking. A question had always lingered in my mind: what is it like when my husband is with someone else? Suddenly, a feeling of jealousy welled up inside me, perhaps because of the somewhat dismissive look my husband had given me earlier.
Long Sheng pulled me to sit on the chaise lounge and resumed his assault. My body had become incredibly sensitive after the stimulation; in fact, the wetness below hadn't stopped at all. I realized he was quite naughty. I sat in his lap, facing the bed, my legs draped over his hairy thighs. His penis pressed against my genitals, not rushing in, but instead using various techniques to play with my breasts and overflowing clitoris.
His voice rang in my ears: "How about it, your husband seems to really enjoy *my wife*." I knew he was trying to provoke me, but I was still consumed by jealousy. I closed my eyes, turned around, and kissed him, this time taking the initiative.
He lifted me up and placed me on the chaise longue, in a crawling position. His penis pressed against my labia from time to time; I knew he was about to enter. My body tensed, waiting for this moment, but it seemed to be struggling, churning wildly below. I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, but he whispered in my ear, "Want it? Put it in."
Almost without thinking, I reached out and guided his enormous penis to my clitoris, twisting my body to welcome its entry. At this moment, I was in a state of ecstasy; I desperately needed his penetration. When it parted my labia and entered, a wave of satisfaction washed over me. "So thick!" I groaned with relief. At that moment, I noticed my husband was watching me with a strange expression.
I heard his body slapping against my buttocks, a sound so lewd it overwhelmed me. Then, I heard my husband suddenly let out a deep, angry roar—he had ejaculated. I moaned even more wildly, matching the rhythm of Long Sheng's thrusts.
Long Sheng bent down, wantonly kneading my full breasts, which suddenly filled me with a feeling of humiliation, as if I were being played with. But this feeling further fueled the stimulation in my body. Within minutes, I was close to orgasm, my cries growing more rapid. He seemed to sense something and suddenly sped up. Just as I was about to reach my peak, he suddenly pulled my hair, forcing my body backward. This pain became the final trigger for my explosive orgasm. I screamed ecstatically, trembling, tears streaming from my eyes…
I don't know how much time passed, but Long Sheng continued his thrusting relentlessly; his strength seemed endless. I've lost count of how many orgasms I've had. My body sways helplessly in his ministrations, and I plead, "Brother, I can't take it anymore, please spare me, I'm going to die."
Long Sheng flips me over, laying me on the couch. I finally get a chance to catch my breath. Then I see his face, a victor's smile on his lips, as he enters me again. I completely break down. It's an endless night. I don't know why Long Sheng has such powerful sexual abilities. I have sex with him twice more. Each time lasts nearly an hour, with multiple orgasms.
My sister-in-law has been taking care of my husband, but he often becomes a spectator, watching a strong man play with his wife. His expression changes from initial excitement to a hint of jealousy. But I seem to have developed a vengeful feeling. Is this the kind of feeling you want, the kind of exchange you crave? So I moan even more vigorously and try out various positions to cooperate with Long Sheng's ministrations.
We play from 9 pm until dawn, and the exciting feast finally ends. I have no strength left and fall asleep in my husband's arms. Thankfully, he didn't relinquish this last right.
I slept until 2 PM on Sunday afternoon. When I woke up, I found them dressed and chatting in the living room. My sister-in-law seemed very open, constantly explaining things to me. Longsheng, however, sat quietly to the side, glancing at me every now and then. That look sent chills down my spine, reminding me of the lewd experience of the previous night. My husband seemed listless, for an easy reason. After
about half an hour, my husband said he had to leave. Longsheng and his wife didn't stop him, only offering polite words like "let us sit a little longer." Longsheng drove us to the long-distance bus station, and we took the bus back to Beijing. My husband and I barely spoke on the way; I held him tightly, as if afraid of losing something.
After this experience, life returned to normal, except my husband was no longer enthusiastic about swapping partners, and his performance in bed suddenly became fierce, often very rough with me. It seemed he was still traumatized by that incident, because he often asked me during sex, "Is Longsheng's better than mine?" I knew his pride was hurt, so I could only offer him comfort. Although my husband was much more proactive than before, due to objective limitations, I no longer felt that feeling from that day, that trembling sensation.
Two months passed quickly, and my husband had to go on a business trip to the south for a month. Fate played a cruel trick; a phone call came suddenly… Ten days after my husband left, I received a call—it was from Long Sheng. So sometimes I wonder if people are truly controlled by fate?
Long Sheng said on the phone, “Brother misses you. When will you come again?”
I said, “My husband is away on a business trip; I can’t go.”
Long Sheng said, “He’s gone. Aren’t you lonely? Come to Tianjin, let Brother see you.”
I said, “I can’t do that. I promised him that the exchange requires both of us to be there.”
Long Sheng said, “Who said this is an exchange? I’m only looking for you alone. You’re a beauty; you shouldn’t let loneliness hold you back. Come on, I’ll be waiting for you this weekend.”
I was speechless for a moment, my heart pounding, and I didn’t know how to refuse again.
Long Sheng continued, “I know you can’t forget me; why deceive yourself? I’ve prepared a wonderful evening for you. Yan, I like you very much and really want to see you.”
His words felt like commands to me; I realized this the moment I heard them that night. Yes, I couldn't refuse his request. I could only stall by saying I'd think about it, and after hanging up, I was plunged into boundless anguish. I knew it was no longer just a so-called exchange between husband and wife; I was sliding towards the dangerous edge of our relationship. I felt a sense of fear. A 35-year-old woman, past the age of budding romance, with a respectable career and a happy family, was facing a fatal temptation, and I felt powerless to resist.
What was causing this confusion? I was somewhat bewildered—was it his enormous penis, his imposing appearance, or the domineering aura he exuded?
After hanging up, I instinctively dialed another number—my husband's number…
"Hello…wife, is that you?" That familiar voice came from the other end of the line.
"It's me…" I suddenly didn't know what to say.
"Oh, why are you calling me at this hour?" It was 3 PM.
"I wanted to ask how long you'd be back."
"Ah, that's all? I thought something had happened! Didn't I tell you, at least until the end of the month?" His tone was relaxed on the other end of the line.
"Oh, couldn't you say it sooner? I miss you." After a moment's hesitation, I said this, my best effort. But for some reason, I didn't tell him about Long Sheng's invitation.
"That's strange, you never do this. Did something happen?"
"Oh, nothing, I watched a movie last night, and I just missed you a little." I lied.
"Was it that kind of movie?"
"You know about that, but no." My mind was in turmoil, trying to decide whether to tell him or not. "There's something else..."
"Oh, we'll talk about it tonight. I've already started working at someone else's company, so I'll hang up now."
Hearing the dial tone, I felt a pang of disappointment. In that instant, I had intended to tell him.
That night, I waited for my husband's call, even seeing it as a test of fate. If he called, I would tell him about Long Sheng and reject him. If he didn't call, I didn't know what to do. Finally, one night passed without his call, accompanied by a long, sleepless night. Was this another twist of fate?
Two days later, on Friday, he called again. He asked when I could come. I was silent for a moment, and he waited in silence as well. I could almost feel the confident smile on the other end of the line. My stubborn nature suddenly erupted: "No, I'm not going."
A hint of disappointment came from the other end of the line. He didn't try to persuade me further and hung up. I felt a sense of relief, but at the same time, an indescribable feeling. This was my last act of resistance, and I was glad I still had that courage.
The next day was Saturday, and my son had gone on a field trip with his classmates. I thought the matter was over, and a lonely, haggard housewife could only pass the time by shopping. While I was shopping, the phone suddenly rang. I looked and saw it was Longsheng calling.
"I'm in Beijing, where are you?"
My heart started pounding. I said, "I'm out shopping."
"With your husband? Is he back?"
"No, he's still on a business trip."
"Okay, come over now. I'm waiting for you in room 412 of the XXX Hotel." His tone left no room for argument.
I wanted to say something more, but I didn't have a chance; he had already hung up. At that moment, I felt like I was adrift in a boundless sea. What should I do? I had no idea.
I wandered aimlessly through the mall, completely disoriented. Maybe I should just meet him and talk to him directly? Strangely enough, this dangerous thought flashed through my mind at that moment, and so, without thinking, I moved to the mall entrance, hailed a taxi, and headed to the hotel.
As I walked down the hotel corridor, I subconsciously glanced at my outfit in the mirror at the stairwell. I was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, tight against my body, highlighting my ample breasts, a plaid velvet skirt, and high boots. My hair was curled and down. I looked so sexy in the mirror, and I started to feel annoyed at myself for wearing such an outfit.
I knocked on the door, heard some noises inside, and the door opened. His imposing figure came into view—good heavens, he wasn't wearing any clothes, just his underwear. He smiled at me, "You've finally come. I knew you'd come." He pulled me close, embracing me and sealing my lips with his.
The door behind us slowly closed, the sound of the lock striking my heart like a hammer blow, as if shutting out any way back.
I tried to resist, but he was so strong; the moment I was in his arms, I lost all strength. We kissed for a while before he released me. I quickly said, "I came to..." But he covered my mouth with his hand, pointed to the bathroom, and commanded, "Go, wash up. Don't overexert yourself, relax."
From the moment I stepped into the bathroom, I knew I could no longer resist. I surrendered completely. Whatever, it wasn't the first time anyway. Thinking this, I closed my eyes and started to undress.
Long Sheng seemed to have an insatiable sexual interest in my body. His massive frame often covered me, his body wantonly playing with mine, with a passion that seemed to want to devour me. He held me tightly, calling my name: "You're a stunner, the sexiest woman I've ever seen. You're destined to be my woman, let your body experience the most passionate sex."
He demonstrated all sorts of sexual techniques, so exquisite, some even quite vulgar. But these techniques always captivated me. For example, he suddenly took out a blindfold and covered my eyes, tied me to the bed, and ravaged me with lewd language, even pinching my nipples with clips. Because of my infatuation with him, I endured it all, even deliberately trying to please him. It wasn't until much later that I learned it was called SM.
During sex with him, I also discovered that I was a woman who could squirt, a term he also told me, meaning that my clitoris squirted during orgasm. Every time I squirted, I felt inexplicably excited, because he seemed even more excited.
For a full eight hours, my brother and I were entangled naked, hardly ever leaving the bed. We did nothing but make love, except rest. I found myself enjoying this life, making love carefree, even stroking his penis while sleeping. The release of the pent-up frustration from over 30 years of impoverished life was terrifying. I couldn't tell if I loved him or had succumbed to so-called fate.
To be honest, he gave me a sense of fulfillment; his chest was so broad and strong, a sense of security lingered in my mind. Perhaps what a woman needs most is this sense of fulfillment, not wasting her life in a boring and empty daily routine.
For the next six months, I became Longsheng's mistress. He frequently sought opportunities to come to Beijing on business or for other reasons. But I knew very well that he was always there for me. Each of his visits filled me with tension, wondering what tricks he would pull this time. I even got an IUD to prevent pregnancy.
He was a dark king to me, irresistible. I tried my best to make time to see him each time. He had a house in Beijing that he stopped renting out specifically for this purpose. Whenever he came, I would disappear for several hours to have sex with him there.
After each time we played together, I would go home and ask my husband to do it again, even though he seemed like a primary school student compared to Long Sheng. I tried even harder to please him and teach him all the new techniques I'd learned from Long Sheng. Gradually, I found our sex life becoming increasingly passionate. I knew it was my guilt acting up. For six months, my husband hadn't discovered my relationship with Long Sheng. So I continued to enjoy the physical pleasure between my husband and Long Sheng.
One day at the end of September, I received another call from Long Sheng. He said he would be coming to Beijing on Thursday and told me to get ready for a new game. Even though six months had passed, my heart still raced every time I received his call.
On Thursday afternoon, I took leave from work and went to his apartment in Beijing. Long Sheng was already there waiting for me. We did almost nothing but get straight to the point.
As soon as we entered, there was the same passionate kiss; he always seemed so enthusiastic. After we separated, he smiled at me. I knew what was coming next, and I obediently took off my clothes. Now I've learned how to undress to please him. I slowly took off my outer clothes, unbuttoned my shirt, then loosened my skirt, twisting as I pulled it down. He sat on the bed, squinting as he watched my performance. Underneath, I wore a black camisole and black stockings—his favorite outfit.
After that, I helped him undress, then had him sit on the edge of the bed and began to oral service his arousing penis, sometimes even using my breasts to stimulate it. He hummed with great enjoyment; my oral skills had now greatly satisfied him. Seeing his satisfied expression, I licked him even harder.
After a while, he took out a blindfold and put it on me—a common prop. After putting it on, he pushed me down on the bed and roughly entered me. This was a bit strange; he's usually very patient, often spending half an hour on foreplay. But before I could think about it, I was already immersed in the sensation of his hardness and size.
Since it had been half a month since his last visit, I greedily enjoyed his ministrations. I felt a pang of resentment towards his indifference, and I writhed wildly. After a while, he suddenly withdrew from my body, leaving me feeling empty. He said, "Wait a minute,"
and walked away. I wasn't surprised, because he sometimes tried to find something new during our play.
A moment later, he returned, his penis entering my body again. But I suddenly felt something was wrong, because I knew that thing all too well, yet the feeling was different this time. I abruptly pulled off my blindfold and was shocked to find that a stranger was now on top of me. Long Sheng was sitting beside us, smiling and watching.
This stranger was probably about my age, and seeing me open my eyes, he sped up even more. I cried out, "Big brother, who is this?"
Long Sheng still smiled and said, "Yan, this is a gift for you. We're playing threesome today."
I tried to struggle, but he bent down, pressed my body down, and kissed me. I was pinned down by two men and couldn't move at all; my lower body was at the mercy of the stranger. He whispered in my ear, "Didn't I mention it to you last time? You said I dared? Well, here it is!" I finally remembered what he had said the previous two times. I thought it was a joke because he hadn't mentioned it again for a month. I didn't expect it to be true.
I painfully closed my eyes and gave up resisting. Long Sheng picked me up, made the man lie down, and had me sit on him. Then he took something and smeared it on my anus, and then thrust his big thing into my back door. Although he had used my back door before, this time it felt very different. Two penises attacked my lower body from both ends. My already sensitive body was immediately driven by them, and any surprise or resistance I had felt earlier had vanished. His beard brushed against my ear from behind, which was his most common tactic.
I had seen countless scenes like this in porn, and now it was actually happening to me. My mind was numb, and I just let my body accept the thrusting of two men from both ends. Soon, I was sent to heaven by the simultaneous fucking of two men.
After it ended, I learned that this was one of his exchange partners, named Mr. Gao. After resting for a while, Mr. Gao lay down beside me with a lewd grin, roughly taking advantage of me. Long Sheng, on the other hand, had a confident smile on his face.
That day, I played with the two of them until 9 p.m. before Long Sheng let me go.
Autumn in Beijing was a bit chilly, and a gust of cold wind made me feel unusually cold. The man who had fascinated me had so easily let me share with others. What was my place in his heart?
Perhaps I was just a plaything, one of his many playthings, but now he was still interested in me. He would find all sorts of pleasure in me.
As I walked, I kept thinking, and tears streamed down my face. Suddenly, I felt incredibly cheap, no different from a prostitute. I knew these were tears of grievance. I suddenly thought of my husband. I am his wife, and he, too, made his wife let other men have their way with him for his own desires. Thinking of this, I felt a sense of relief. But thinking of the debauchery with Long Sheng and Mr. Gao, I still felt a thrill and excitement in my heart.
I didn't want to stray too far. I wanted to come back, to find the me who felt at peace, the me free from pain and the entanglements of lust.
After that, I tried to cut off all contact with Longsheng, gritting my teeth and refusing to go to those dates that both thrilled and excited me. But Longsheng always tempted me, making me involuntarily go to his dates again. Each time, a different experience awaited me. Sometimes he and Mr. Gao would play with me together; sometimes he would invite two or three strange men to have group sex with me—it drove me crazy.
After each debauchery, I always hated Longsheng for sharing me with other men, yet I couldn't forget this man who made me tremble every time. Women are ultimately emotional creatures; when they like someone, they're willing to give everything for them. Everyone says the first step is hard, but once you take it, it's over… Sometimes, looking back, I feel caught off guard. In just one month, we suddenly tried everything. I felt extremely uneasy, like a child who had stolen too much, filled with fear.
Looking back from one step to the next, I realize that women are actually happiest during those times. To be honest, not long after each encounter, I'd be looking forward to it again. Understanding needs no words; everything falls into place naturally. Practice and theory are repeatedly tested in this way.
Gradually, I've come to understand that nothing can be perfect for everyone at the same time, without any flaws. So, whether it's regret or happiness, what matters most is what's in the past and what's experienced.
4P is a very challenging game.
I mustered up the courage to participate and gained harmony and passion in my love with my husband, and also a touch of...

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