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Wife's experience 

Since my wife Hong married me, she has never gone to social venues like dance halls again. I know she doesn't want to have too much contact with men and wants to be the only woman I'll ever have. I try my best to accommodate her. Although I knew she had relationships with her two ex-boyfriends before we started dating, I never held it against her or looked down on her. I still loved and cherished her, so I never asked about or brought up her past.
Until one day, I saw content about couples swapping and group sex online, and I was amazed by those exciting methods. But I always felt that it was just something people made up to attract lustful people, and I never believed it was real. But even in this disbelief, I became obsessed with these kinds of novels, frantically searching for articles on the subject. I also met some netizens online and discovered that there were many others like me. Gradually, I completely accepted these views and considered them to be one of the normal ways of sex.
That period was strange. I had very little sexual urge from my own body, but sexual stimulation and satisfaction from my wife could give me a huge shock and satisfaction. For example, thinking about exposing my wife to other men, or letting her be intimate with other men, often made me more excited than having sex with my wife. It seemed that my sexual pleasure was entirely dependent on her.
From then on, I started to imagine how my wife was deflowered and had sex with her ex-boyfriend. I would imagine my wife naked and being pressed down on the bed, with a slippery hard object inserted between her legs, enduring the action of intercourse. I even wanted to see my wife being violated by another man. Every time I thought about these things, I would feel a strange and unprecedented excitement and stimulation from the inside out. Even on the street, my penis would be hard.
So, after telling my wife about this idea, she looked at me with a bewildered expression and said I was addicted to the internet and had a twisted mind. I wasn't swayed by her opposition; instead, I secretly started looking for like-minded netizens online. My QQ contacts were all gay people I'd met on pornographic forums. After communicating with them, I gradually came to believe that most of those so-called "wife-swapping" novels were based on reality, with many written from the authors' own experiences. Of course, some authors wrote them simply to satisfy their fantasies and psychological needs; I even posted some of those novels myself.
While I was desperately searching for sincerity, I accidentally met a netizen named "Beike." After chatting with him for a long time, we ended up discussing wife-swapping. Unexpectedly, we both had this idea. We exchanged photos of each other's wives, but didn't take any further action. Because at that time, everything I did was my own idea, done without my wife's knowledge, so I didn't dare to do anything rash. Therefore, I rarely appeared online, and that's how we lost contact.
During this time, I didn't give up. Instead, I did a lot of work on my wife... even tirelessly asking her how she met her ex-boyfriends, how long they knew each other, and how they got together. At first, she wouldn't say anything, but later she told me everything, including where they first met and how they did it. Strangely, I wasn't jealous at all; on the contrary, I was very excited. I brought up the topic of wife-swapping again, and gradually she went from being unreasonable to acquiescing. My wife is the kind of virtuous and obedient woman, so I went even further, getting to know some netizens from Beijing, Shanghai, and Jiangsu, and reaching a consensus with them. Unfortunately, we lived too far apart, so it fell through at the crucial moment.
Six months after contacting Beike, I gradually forgot about him. Plus, he kept changing his online name, and I almost forgot our promise, which came true this May. About two weeks ago, he suddenly reappeared on my QQ and brought up old topics, which confused me a bit because he had changed his online name (for privacy, I can't reveal his real name, so I'll just call him Shell). This time, I became bolder, and it was this daring move that led me to actually experience a wife-swapping game, giving my wife and me an unprecedented level of excitement and thrill. The following story is about my wife-swapping experience with Shell.
After chatting with him for five minutes, he told me he was the former Shell, and I finally recalled the memory. Just as we were about to get down to business, he told me he had to go out. Before I could close the chat window, he messaged me again, asking who I was. I was completely baffled, wondering what he was up to. He told me he was Shell's wife, which I didn't believe at all. Such pranks are common online, so I didn't take it seriously. But then he asked to have a voice chat with me, and suddenly my eyes lit up—there was a chance!
My wife and son were right there with me, so I didn't accept. Instead, I asked her to turn on the video so I could see if she was a man or a woman. When she did, a woman in her late twenties appeared on my computer. After she showed me a photo I had given to my wife and husband six months ago, I was certain she was Beike's wife. I eagerly started chatting with them, and we quickly became good friends. She gave me her QQ number, and from that day on, she became almost my only chat buddy.
Then, one night after nine o'clock, a man in his early thirties with glasses appeared on the video. He told me he was my online friend Beike, and that I'd only found out he was a bespectacled man after chatting for six months. His first question was what I thought of his wife. I said she was a very nice, young woman. We started talking about our wives, and soon we got to the point, discussing the topic of wife-swapping from years ago. He said he really wanted to have a real wife-swapping session with me. I figured he was just like those other bored online friends, just talking, and wouldn't actually do it, so I chatted with him as if it were real.
So I chatted with the couple for over a week. Although we got along very well, I never took it seriously. I suspected they, like many other netizens, came in out of curiosity and a desire to pry into other people's privacy. It wasn't until we exchanged phone numbers and he talked to my wife on the phone for a while, and then he called my wife's cell phone and we chatted back and forth, that I believed their actions were genuine and that they were planning to come to our place in the next couple of days. At this point, I started to feel scared again. Maybe that's how people are; they look forward to this day, but when it actually comes, they become fearful, just like me. The main fear was that my wife wouldn't agree, which would make things awkward for everyone. They'd come all this way, and that would be too unfair to them. However, I still didn't believe they would really come, so I boldly invited them.
It wasn't until May 5th, when I suddenly received a call from his wife telling me they were on their way, that I realized the seriousness of the situation. I was fine; my biggest worry was getting past my wife. Despite her usual chatter, I knew she'd falter in a crucial moment. Sure enough, when I got home at noon and told her that Beike and his wife were on their way, her face immediately darkened. She said we were completely crazy. I quickly explained, "He called while he was on the way; I couldn't very well let them go back. If you don't agree..." "Let's just treat each other as friends."
She still looked unhappy. I quickly finished my meal and went out to buy groceries. With a heavy heart, I waited at our agreed meeting place until after 3 p.m. before their car slowly pulled up. When they got out, I finally took a closer look at the young couple. The man was about 1.7 meters tall, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking refined and elegant. The woman was probably about 1.62 meters tall. Although her face wasn't as beautiful as I had imagined, her skin was quite fair, and she looked quite pleasant.
After I led them into the house, thankfully, all my worries were unnecessary. My wife greeted them warmly. I secretly smiled to myself; women's hearts are truly hard to fathom.
Since it was still early, and it was our first meeting, we needed time to build rapport. So, my wife and I accompanied them for a short stroll. When we returned, I quickly prepared a lavish dinner with drinks. At that moment, everyone, like us, probably had no appetite for the food. We hurriedly drank some wine and then announced dinner was over. My son went to my mother's house, leaving just the four of us. I knew then that everything was about to begin.
No one knew how to start; after all, this was our first time. Everyone had been looking forward to this moment, especially me, and he was no exception. To ease the awkwardness, I turned on my computer and led them to it. I had originally planned to show them some nude selfies of my wife, but her stern look indicated no. So, I showed them some selfies I had collected online. They looked on with great interest, especially the man, whose eyes gleamed with lust. Then I took out some pornographic films for them to enjoy. I knew my wife couldn't resist porn, so this was the best way to get her to submit.
After watching for a while, everyone reacted. The two of us men had already gotten aroused, but neither of us dared to speak up, and we remained awkwardly seated. Finally, as the host, I broke the silence by suggesting we all take a shower first. After everyone showered, it was my wife's turn last. While she was showering, the two of us men started discussing the main topic in front of her. When I asked him about his impression of my wife, he said he felt very good about her, and his wife also said she looked much younger than in the photos. Then he asked me what I thought of his wife, and I, of course, said I was satisfied.
After mutual approval, we started planning our next move. With his wife's consent, he suggested we go first. Hesitantly, I didn't agree. I didn't know what my wife thought of him, and I was afraid she wouldn't be able to handle it if we did it without her consent. After all, it was our first time, and I needed her approval first.
So I went to the bathroom, intending to talk to her while she showered. Surprisingly, when I asked her what she thought of that man, my wife shyly nodded in agreement. Who knows what's on a woman's mind?
My wife usually showers very quickly, but with this special social engagement, her shower seemed to go by much faster than usual. Once she was in the living room, I thought it was time to get down to business. So I gathered everyone into the bedroom. Everyone seemed very obedient this time. Beike and I lay in the middle, with a woman on each side, each of us holding our wives, and we started watching porn. After a while, we two men couldn't resist anymore. I asked if we could start. The two women remained shyly silent, but Beike boldly pushed his wife next to me. His wife said she wasn't used to doing it together, so we decided to do it separately first, and then we could get used to playing together as a group. So, I led his wife to another small room, leaving the large room for him and my wife.
Once inside the room, I eagerly embraced his wife and kissed her, my other hand slipping inside her bra to caress her breasts. Those who've had this experience know that in such situations, other men's wives aren't the most attractive; what's truly captivating is seeing your own wife being intimate, flirting, and making love with another man, then watching her naked and writhing beneath another man's body—that's the most alluring and thrilling scene. So, while flirting with his wife, my mind was still on my own. I released her and secretly pushed open my bedroom door, wanting to see what my wife was doing with the other man.
But they remained in the same position, without any further intimacy. Beike's wife and I witnessed this simultaneously. Before I even entered the room, she rushed in, whispered something in her husband's ear, and lay down beside him. Soon after, Beike told me his wife was a little scared and uncomfortable. I knew she was afraid that if I slept with her, my wife wouldn't let her husband sleep with her anymore. Perhaps she genuinely wasn't used to it.
Thinking of this, I returned to my wife's side and continued watching our porn, making no further moves. After a while, Beike couldn't help but speak up. He said his wife was a little shy, and suggested that we each try it once first and see how it went. After getting my consent, they went to my son's room next door. Already a little excited, I hugged my wife and started kissing her. When I put my hand inside my wife's pants, "Wow!"
My wife was already overflowing with vaginal fluid, and the area around her vaginal opening was covered in slippery fluid. I knew that my wife would have a strong reaction whenever she watched porn. At this point, if I just thrust a few times, she would orgasm in less than five minutes. Once she was satisfied, perhaps our game wouldn't continue. I thought it would be better to let another man satisfy her rare passion and bring her to a stimulating orgasm.
Thinking of this, I quickly got up and went to the next room to discuss it. When I opened the door, the room was already filled with the scent of spring. Two naked bodies were pressed tightly together. The woman was lying down, and the man was kneeling between her legs, licking her breasts. The woman was stroking the man's penis with her hand. I could see that Beike's penis had been stimulated by his wife and was extremely aroused, with a purplish-red sheen on the glans. When she saw me enter, the woman screamed and turned her back shyly. Beike sat on the bed. I was too embarrassed to make any move because it was a fair exchange. Without her husband's consent, and before my wife had given him her, I would absolutely not touch his wife.
But Beike didn't stop what he was doing. He continued to roam over his wife's naked body and even hinted that I should touch her too. With her husband's support, I certainly wouldn't let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But as soon as I reached for his wife's full breasts, she seemed shy and turned away. I had no choice but to let go and sit on the edge of the bed watching the couple make love. When Beike saw that I had stopped, he secretly removed one hand and let me touch his wife's buttocks. I slid my hand down her buttocks to her genitals and used my two thumbs to pry her buttocks apart, revealing her vaginal opening from behind. She noticed my advances, and perhaps with her husband's support, she no longer avoided me as she had at the beginning. I began to boldly touch her breasts, with her husband and I each holding one breast. I also gently rubbed her pink nipples from time to time. After touching her for almost two minutes, she didn't move and let us do as we pleased.
Seeing that things were about right, her husband wanted to hand her over to me while he went next door to have sex with my wife. Just as he stood up naked and was about to leave, the woman clung to him, saying she was a little scared and wanted to come with him. So, they decided that the four of them should do it together so that everyone could take care of each other. She silently nodded. With her consent, I boldly carried her, still completely naked, into my wife's room. My wife was still fully clothed and watching TV. When she saw me carrying a naked woman in, followed by a naked man, her eyes didn't linger on my actions with the woman. Instead, she shyly glanced at the man's genitals.
When I placed the woman next to her, she obediently shifted. Seeing his wife's naked body before someone else, Beike's penis immediately became erect. He walked around the bed to my wife's bedside, and without waiting for her consent, began to caress her, kneading her breasts with two fingers. My wife leaned against the bed, shyly lowering her head, like a bride just entering her bridal chamber. Although she knew what was about to happen, she didn't know how to begin, her face flushed, her hands unconsciously fidgeting with the hem of her clothes. Sometimes she would secretly glance at what I and the woman were doing. After only a couple of touches, Beike impatiently climbed onto the bed, straddled my wife's lap, and began to undress her.
At that moment, I was fondling his wife's breasts. His wife's breasts were classic, not too big or too small, and very elastic. Women who have never given birth are different. Her pink nipples were small and didn't seem to match her breasts at first glance. I kissed her nipples with my mouth and occasionally reached my hand to her genitals to touch her clitoris. Meanwhile, my wife had been stripped naked by Shell. To this day, I will never forget the look in my wife's eyes when the first button was unbuttoned. It was as if she was asking for help; as if she was helpless; as if she was aroused; and more than anything, she was shy.
Although I'm not her only man, this was her first time having group sex with four men, especially in front of her husband. Actually, my wife is quite introverted and not the very outgoing type. While she's had sex with three or four men, those were all during courtship. Aside from that, she's a pretty decent woman, especially since she rarely talks to men she doesn't like. It's really a bit much for her to do this today.
Fortunately, when she looked at me, I gave her an encouraging look, and she quickly accepted it and cooperated with Shell's advances. With my wife's cooperation, she, who was only wearing a nightgown, was quickly stripped naked by Shell. My wife's pubic hair was very thick, but it was now completely soaked with her vaginal fluid, sticky and messy. She spread her legs without any dignity, and when Shell put his hand into her vagina, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I knew that my wife was already overflowing with lust at this time, and her entire vaginal opening must have been covered with love juice. No wonder Shell was surprised when he touched her genitals.
The two naked women looked embarrassed and very unnatural. In a short while, I had also stripped myself naked. My thick, hard penis was exposed. My penis had a clear advantage over Shell's, much thicker and larger than his, although the length was about the same, about fourteen centimeters long.
We two curious men placed the two fair-skinned women side by side for a thorough comparison. My wife, having already given birth, had naturally sagging breasts that weren't as firm as his wife's, and her nipples were darker. When we parted their thighs, we were both astonished to discover that they were two completely different vaginas.
At this point, someone might say, "A vagina is a vagina, what's the point of comparing them?" That's a huge misconception!
Because no two vaginas are exactly alike, and of course, my wife's vagina is no exception. Southern vaginas differ from northern vaginas, and plump vaginas differ from thin vaginas. When I saw his wife's two plump, white legs spread apart, apart from a few tufts of soft, baby-hair-like pubic hair on her mons pubis, the hair on her vulva was sparse, almost countable strands.
His wife's vagina was perfectly fitted, smooth and round, with a pair of small, delicate labia minora and labia majora, all pinkish-red. His wife's was a fairly typical, ordinary vagina. My wife's was different. When she spread her two plump thighs, her two thick labia minora, long and loose, some over two inches long, drooped down, just covering her vaginal opening. Unlike his wife, my wife's labia majora were covered in pubic hair, while his wife's were sparse, only a little bit on her vulva. Also, his wife had a white vulva, while my wife had a dark vulva—two completely different types of vaginas.
Friends in the community said that my wife's vagina was a rare gem, a truly exceptional vagina. When you're fucking her, those four labia will tightly embrace your penis. When those long labia tightly envelop your penis, that sight is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Perhaps that's why I haven't had enough of fucking my wife in ten years!
As Shell greedily caressed my wife's dark pubic hair and her incredibly sexy, plump vulva, then parted her thick labia, her vulva was fully revealed. Her vaginal opening was slightly open, her two plump labia parted to the sides, surrounded by glistening dark pubic hair. A clear, lustful fluid flowed from within, filling her buttocks and even wetting her anus. The man's touch made her entire vulva glistening, radiating an alluring sheen. After
comparing them, both of us men were delighted to have encountered two completely different vulvas. Shell, especially, couldn't resist using my wife's love juice to tease her clitoris. For someone like me, accustomed to the dark forest of my own pubic hair and yearning for a "white tiger," his wife's pubic hair was a rare and precious find, so different from my wife's thick, dark pubic hair. I couldn't care less about admiring it; I immediately buried my head and began licking it vigorously with my tongue. At the same time, I used my thumbs to pry open her still-closed labia and extended my tongue towards her clitoris. The moment my tongue touched her clitoris, I felt her tremble slightly. I then inserted my ring finger into her vagina and began thrusting. I gradually felt my finger becoming wet.
Meanwhile, my wife, with her eyes closed and legs spread wide, was enjoying another man's caresses. I knew she was already craving penetration, but was too embarrassed to say it. Seeing this, I stopped licking her clitoris and said, "My wife's juices are almost drowning you, hurry up and do it." Before I could finish, he probably couldn't hold back any longer. He knelt between my wife's thighs and deeply inserted his erect penis into her already overflowing vagina, and began to thrust...
I licked her clitoris for a long time, but no juices came out. So I straddled her thighs, put my glans against her vulva, and gently rubbed her labia and clitoris with the glans, but no juices came out. At this moment, my wife and her vulva were already fused together. Seeing this, I was aroused. I held my penis in one hand and pressed down on my wife's slender waist with the other. Suddenly, I pushed hard with my lower body. I heard my wife cry out, and my penis, hair and all, was swallowed up by the slit of her vulva.
His wife's vagina was very narrow, and my penis was enveloped by the tight, hot flesh of her vaginal cavity, feeling incredibly comfortable. Without thinking, I began to move my hips back and forth, thrusting to gain even greater physical pleasure. Watching my bulging, veiny penis move in and out of a completely unfamiliar vagina, from a deep red to a stick covered in a layer of pale white foam, a sense of heroism and physical pleasure surged through me, giving me a light, floating feeling.
I started sucking on his wife's nipples while my hips moved violently, pounding against her vulva, wanting to shove my entire penis and testicles into her vagina, making "ah" sounds. But I didn't miss the scene of Shell and my wife having sex. They were much gentler; Shell was completely pressed against my wife's body, not licking her nipples, but pressing his head against her face, fully experiencing the waves of pleasure coming from below.
My wife, however, raised her buttocks high, her legs and thighs dangling in the air, making "splashing" sounds of wetness. This movement allowed Shell's penis to penetrate deeper. My wife's eyes were tightly closed, her mouth slightly open, panting heavily, twisting to meet Shell's thrusts. I knew she was about to reach orgasm. Actually, we had discussed all of this online beforehand.
My wife prefers gentleness, while his wife prefers intensity, which suited us both perfectly. My wife's reaction became increasingly intense, and I quickly told Shell to suck on my wife's nipples while I leaned in and kissed her passionately. I knew, of course, that when my wife was close to orgasm, she loved having her nipples licked; just a little lick would quickly bring her to orgasm. Sure enough, my wife's face began to burn, she breathed heavily, and she stuffed her entire tongue into my mouth. I knew she had reached the most stimulating orgasm, and Shell also sensed my wife's change, motionless, enjoying the pleasure brought by my wife's vaginal contractions.
Although my wife and I were passionately kissing, I didn't let up on my assault on her. However, after enjoying the vaginal movements, Shell resumed his previous position. My wife's legs dangled from Shell's waist, lying in a "spread-eagle" position, eyes closed, completely submissive, allowing the skinny man to do whatever he wanted with her.
Perhaps watching our wives with another man was just too stimulating, because we both ejaculated without even changing positions!
First, there was Beike. Perhaps it was the contractions of my wife's vagina that stimulated him during her orgasm. At the same time as my wife's orgasm, Beike's whole body trembled, and his thrusts became slow and powerful. With each thrust, he would shudder. I believe that each twitch represented him ejaculating a stream of semen inside my wife's vagina. He continued to twitch seven or eight times before stopping, exhausted and panting heavily. They hugged each other tightly. Seeing this unprecedentedly exciting scene, I finally couldn't resist the surge of heat in my lower abdomen. Regardless of whether his wife had reached orgasm, I also sent my countless sons into his wife's vagina.
As I ejaculated the last drop of semen into his wife's vagina, Beike had already withdrawn his limp penis from my wife's body. My wife quickly tore off some toilet paper and handed it to him. Then, she grabbed a handful of toilet paper for herself and, with a move I knew all too well, stuffed it into her vaginal opening. Immediately, semi-transparent semen oozed from her hairy vulva as she knelt on the bed , landing entirely on the paper. The two women finished their first round of intercourse in almost identical movements and methods.
When I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and panting heavily, my wife had already finished washing her genitals and prepared water for Beike to wash as well. When I finished washing last and returned to the room, all three of them were already in their positions, watching TV as if nothing had happened. My wife lay on the outermost side, Beike naturally lay in the middle, leaving the innermost and outermost positions for me.
Because it was only late spring, it was still a bit chilly to be naked. Although the two women, who were sensitive to the cold, had put on pajamas, their lower bodies were completely naked. Beike, however, lay naked and quite casually, one arm around each of the two women, casually draped over their open garments. His other hand grasped a breast of a completely different type. My wife's breasts weren't large to begin with, and his hand almost completely covered them. When I entered, he consciously withdrew his hand, giving me his wife's breast. As I lay naked on the bed, the television was still playing pornographic scenes of men and women having sex.
Having just made love, I felt much more energetic than usual, without any fatigue. I continued to talk to Beike about the experience of intercourse. He said he particularly enjoyed the feeling of my wife's vaginal contractions during orgasm, a feeling he rarely experienced, almost never, with his wife. What struck me most was the intense pressure and tightness in his wife's vagina, an advantage she had never had children.
As we talked, I gradually noticed my wife's face flushed, and one of her soft, delicate hands involuntarily reached down to Beike's crotch, gently stroking his penis. A hint of infatuation appeared in her eyes. Beike was pinching her most sensitive nipple with two fingers. Usually, when watching porn, if I just casually rubbed her nipple, her whole body would tremble. Clearly, she was aroused again by Beike's teasing.
A moment later, Beike's glans, which had shrunk and retracted under his foreskin, emerged again from my wife's hand. He loudly praised my wife's technique for touching his penis, saying it felt incredibly good to him. Before he finished speaking, I saw him slip his hand under the towel covering my wife's lower body. Although I couldn't see anything through the towel, I could tell from his movements that he was using his fingers to stimulate my wife's genitals. To confirm my judgment, I lifted the towel, and sure enough, his middle finger was rapidly vibrating on my wife's clitoris. Seeing me lift the blanket, my wife, who had been spreading her legs, shyly closed them, trapping his entire hand between her legs.
Seeing how enthusiastic they were, I naturally wouldn't lag behind. I held his wife's buttocks with one hand, sucking hard on her full, firm left breast, while vigorously kneading her right breast with the other. His wife, however, was completely submissive, like a lamb to the slaughter, showing no reaction whatsoever. Perhaps seeing his penis throbbing again in his wife's hand, and then looking at my own limp penis, Beike pushed his wife away, saying something in Zhejiang dialect I couldn't understand. Only then did his wife slowly reach between my legs and grab my penis. The way she touched it made me realize how terrible his wife's penis-touching skills were; they were nowhere near my wife's level. No wonder Beike was completely impressed by my wife's penis-touching technique.
His wife wasn't caressing my penis; she was torturing it. Her hand gripped it tightly, not stroking it up and down, but rubbing it against the glans with her thumb. Luckily, her hands were delicate, otherwise I was worried she'd rubbed my glans raw. In retaliation, I dug hard into her vagina with my fingers, faintly feeling the lingering, slippery semen inside.
Meanwhile, Shell pressed my wife's body beneath him. I saw her unconsciously guiding his penis into her vagina with her skillful hands. Her eyes were closed, no longer looking at me, but actively twisting her hips and rubbing her vagina against Shell's penis. I released his wife, stopped what I was doing… I
turned my body and looked down at their intertwined genitals. The long-awaited scene had finally unfolded before my eyes. The stimulation was indescribable. Shell's not-so-large penis, like a carpenter's mortise and tenon joint, was perfectly embedded in my wife's vagina.
My wife's two large, delicate labia minora were now bright red, forming a ring-like shape, just as the lecherous folks had described, tightly enveloping the vulva slick with vaginal fluid. They began to thrust, and I watched from the side, admiring the beautiful and moving scene of their sexual organs meeting. I saw a penis about my length but a bit thinner than mine moving in and out between my wife's luscious labia minora, splashing the flowing vaginal fluid everywhere.
Remarkably, the tender skin at the entrance of her vagina was also exceptionally long, being pulled and flipped back and forth with each thrust, as clearly as a close-up shot in a pornographic film. Her entire vulva was flushed red from engorgement, hardly gripping the bulging veins of the penis, making the friction even more acute and intense. The penis thrust in and out relentlessly, with each thrust and contraction, causing the tender flesh along the vaginal margin to bulge and unfold. His scrotum slapped heavily against my wife's perineum with each insertion, making a 'slap slap' sound.
Perhaps stimulated by the scene before me, my penis was already as hard as iron. This time, I changed my position. I laid her on her side on the bed, one leg dangling limply off the bed, the other on the bed. This was because Beike had told
me that his wife liked it when men stood on the floor to fuck her. This time, I easily inserted my penis into her vagina and began to thrust in and out of her ecstasy rapidly. Because Beike had told me online that his wife was somewhat frigid and rarely or never had orgasms, based on my experience, some women need vigorous thrusting to achieve orgasm. So, I used two to three times the speed I usually did, stabbing her vaginal opening, thrusting more than two hundred times in a row. Soon I felt my waist couldn't hold on any longer, so to rest, I simply climbed onto the bed, pressed my whole body against hers, licked her earlobe with my tongue, continued thrusting, and gently rubbed and caressed each of her breasts with both hands, lost in pleasure.
Over there, Beike had also driven my wife to a drunken stupor, her body completely paralyzed, lying limply on the bed with her arms and legs spread wide, letting him thrust and penetrate her haphazardly. Beike, aroused, knelt between her legs, his hands supporting him under her armpits, his legs supporting him from behind, allowing for deeper penetration and more intense thrusting. My wife seemed to understand, lifting her legs high to meet Beike's onslaught.
Sure enough, with each thrust, she moved her buttocks up and down with his, her clitoris being pulled and rubbed by his penis, making it swell and harden, glistening, and thrusting forward, almost touching his busy penis. Their cooperation was seamless. For a moment, the entire bedroom was filled with sounds—the slapping of organs colliding, accompanied by the squelching of vaginal fluids—a three-dimensional, boundless erotic symphony.
Their current position made it even clearer for me to see their intertwined organs. My wife's legs were raised, her buttocks naturally lifted a few inches off the ground, her vagina wide open, allowing the penis to align perfectly with the cannon. With each thrust, the penis became as hard as iron. When it was pulled out, the veins were covered in my wife's white vaginal fluid, and when it was inserted, the glans hit the very end.
I spread my wife's knees apart a bit so that her vagina opened wide like a mouth. While I was having sex with my wife, I watched the beautiful sight of the penis thrusting in and out of my wife's vagina. Her thick pubic hair couldn't hide her erect clitoris, which had swelled to the thickness of a pencil tip, revealing its pink tip in the dark pubic hair, looking like a small glans, twitching from the constantly moving labia minora. I was so tempted that I reached out and pinched it, gently rubbing it back and forth. My wife was aroused to the point of intoxication, her lips half-open, her chest heaving with pleasure.
At this moment, even without my fingers, her labia minora automatically parted to the sides, clearly revealing her pink vaginal opening overflowing with vaginal fluid. Seeing this, I couldn't help but reach out and stroke her clitoris. My penis didn't slow its thrusting at all; it pumped powerfully in and out of my wife's swollen vagina. The vaginal fluid was rubbed into countless tiny bubbles, a white, misty substance surrounding the vaginal opening. The thin skin of her perineum undulated with his thrusts, like a blower, the tender skin of the vaginal opening being pulled in and out by his penis—a truly spectacular
sight. Soon, my wife reached another orgasm under his onslaught. The muscles of her perineum contracted violently, rhythmically gripping my penis. I had never had the chance to see my wife's vaginal contractions during orgasm before; today, I finally got to experience it. Excited, I thrust into his wife's body with all my might, each stroke going all the way in. But human strength has its limits, and I was soon panting. To avoid affecting his wife's orgasm, I quickly had Shell take over. Without a word, he pulled his still-erect penis out of my wife's vagina and, with a "plop," shoved it into her wet hole. He hoisted his wife's legs onto his shoulders and repeated my actions. The moment
Shell left my wife's body, she remained in the same position as when she was having sex with him. Because of her recent orgasm, her vagina was wide open, still retaining the shape of Shell's penis. You could clearly see the purplish-red, folded flesh inside, engorged with blood. To prevent my penis from being neglected and going soft, I quickly put it back into my wife's vagina and gently rubbed it.
Over there, Beike and his wife were locked in a fierce battle, their movements intense. Soon, he too gave in, and I continued, but still couldn't bring his wife to orgasm. Beike suggested I do her from behind, saying his wife loved this position. So, his wife cooperated, kneeling on all fours on the bed. I held her slender waist with both hands, pushing and pulling while thrusting my hips repeatedly, enjoying the waves of pleasure from the friction between her vagina and my glans. She didn't cry out, remaining completely still, only her body shifting back and forth with my forceful thrusts, her breasts swaying back and forth.
At my suggestion, my wife and Beike changed positions. He was now on top of my wife, enjoying the caresses of her vagina. This way, I could see my penis entering and exiting her vagina from behind, while he could free his hands to caress her trembling breasts, occasionally stimulating her clitoris. My free hand, of course, roamed over my wife's breasts.
Perhaps influenced by us; or perhaps because my wife's riding skills were superb, after only a short while, Beike yelled for my wife to stop. I knew even without him saying it; he was embarrassed to ejaculate in front of me. He pulled out his penis and rested beside me for a while. Exhausted, I handed his wife back to him, while I rested on top of my wife, just like before. When he returned his wife to me, he was drenched in sweat. His wife, like a dead cunt, still showed no reaction. Not wanting to disappoint everyone, I held his wife and started fucking her again.
And so, we took turns attacking for his wife's orgasm. Finally, having exhausted all other options, he returned to my wife's side, using the most primal position, sucking on my wife's nipple. I couldn't see their expressions, only Beike's buttocks moving up and down between my wife's legs. Gradually, his movements became faster and faster, each thrust more forceful than the last. Finally, with a violent spasm, he lay motionless on top of my wife like a dead pig.
I lost count of how many times I thrust into his wife's vagina, and I lost track of how much time passed. I kept repeating the same action until I used up all my strength, but she didn't have the slightest orgasm. The pleasure from my penis thrusting filled my entire body, and I was about to burst. A tingling heat shot through my lower abdomen, and a pleasurable tingling sensation came from my glans. I felt my pores expand, and my blood rush to my brain. My iron-like penis pressed hard against her vagina, throbbing like a pulse. I couldn't control myself and felt my white semen shoot out from the tip of my penis, filling her narrow vagina to overflowing. In my convulsing orgasm, it was forced out from the gap in his wife's vagina, and finally, I collapsed weakly into his wife's arms.
Shell stood up from my wife. As soon as his penis left her vagina, the semen that had been accumulating inside her liquefied into a thin, pale white liquid, gushing out of her vagina. She quickly grabbed two sheets of toilet paper from the bedside table and covered her opening, soaking them instantly. She threw them on the floor, grabbed two more sheets to cover herself, and walked out.
Before my wife even came out of the bathroom, Shell's wife and I had already cleaned up. Seeing her unhappy expression, I knew she was frustrated because she hadn't been sexually satisfied. The hope of a fun-filled night was dashed because of her frustration. When Shell suggested we each sleep with our own wives, I agreed.
They went back to my son's room, and my wife and I lay down again. My mind was too excited to sleep; recalling the thrilling and stimulating scene from earlier, my penis started to stir again. Thankfully, my wife, who never usually performs well, was in good shape. When I once again inserted my erect penis into her vagina, which still smelled of semen, she quickly reached another orgasm. I, on the other hand, was being ridden by her, and her skillful manipulation brought me to orgasm as well.
The next morning, it was just past five, but I, who usually never wakes, was awake. Perhaps my wife was also awakened by the excitement. We agreed that when we played together later, I would take some pictures as a memento. But when I gently pushed open their door, they were still fast asleep. To let them sleep a little longer, I quietly retreated.
I waited until after six o'clock before I heard any noise outside. When I went out to greet them, they were already dressed and told us they were leaving soon. Seeing his wife's unhappy face, I knew the problem lay with her. I had wanted to persuade them to stay, but I kept quiet. Although I felt a little annoyed, I still accompanied them to the street for breakfast and then saw them off.
Back home, my tired body was still controlled by my excited mind. My wife and I embraced naked once again, both reaching an unprecedented fourth orgasm. After a short rest, we both rushed off to work, exhausted.
Around 11:00 AM, Beike called again, asking me to come to Tunxi alone so we could both "play" with his wife. Little did he know, my body, already completely drained, was
utterly exhausted and had no energy left for sex. I made a rather clumsy excuse to politely decline. And so, our first wife-swapping experience ended. Occasionally, we'd bump into each other on QQ, exchanging only a few simple greetings, and then I never saw him online again.
This was my first successful wife-swapping experience. Although our union was brief, I was still grateful for their sincerity. Shortly after losing contact with them, I reflected on the experience. My heart raced, I felt a mix of emotions—the thrill
, the real feeling, everything. But regardless, it all happened. The bittersweet experiences are all part of life. I'm writing this to record an unforgettable past, perhaps to forget, perhaps to reflect, perhaps to preserve a beautiful memory, or perhaps more importantly, to prove that I was once the most avant-garde and courageous person at the forefront of society.
(The End)

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