From Love to Love: A True Story of Exchange

【From Love to Love - A True Story of Swapping】【Incomplete】【jackjion02】

The following is my and my wife "Lingdang's" (this is my pet name for her; I apologize that I cannot write her real name in this post yet) journey into threesomes and swapping. I am not a good writer and am a slow burner, so I will write it slowly, and everyone should read it slowly as well. Please do not rush me. I will try my best to share our most genuine feelings and experiences with everyone. After all, neither of us is here to read a novel. I have been
on sex8 for some years now. A few years ago, when I first started reading posts about threesomes and swapping, my throat would dry, my blood would rush, and my lower body would be restless. At that time, we had just gotten married, and my wife and I were very close. We would have sex before getting out of bed in the morning. Sometimes, my wife was not yet awake, and when she sensed that I was up, she would ask me to kiss my penis to say goodbye while still half-asleep in the blankets. I usually get dressed and washed up relatively quickly, and when my wife called me,
I was usually already grabbing my bag and car keys and ready to go downstairs. Of course, no normal man could refuse such a "request" as having his penis caressed, so I would obediently walk to her pillow, unzip my pants, and pull out my soft penis, bringing it as close as possible to my wife's petite face. Buying this bed before marriage was definitely the right decision; the height is perfect for all our lovemaking positions.
My wife is petite (less than 1.6 meters tall), while I'm quite robust (nearly 1.85 meters), so during lovemaking, I was very gentle with the petite body beneath me, which I was pressing and ravaging. I supported most of my weight on my limbs, only pressing my chest against my wife's full breasts, rubbing them with each thrust of my penis. I thought: my wife doesn't have to bear my nearly 90 kilograms of weight; she should be able to better experience the wonder of lovemaking. (Actually, I later realized I was completely wrong, but I won't go into details here.) I was standing at a height where my wife could easily reach my penis with her face turned to the side,
without having to get out of the warm bed. Like a sleepy cat with her eyes half-closed, she decisively opened her mouth and swallowed my penis. The warm, moist sensation and the deadly teasing of her tongue instantly made me hard. We had a tacit understanding: if we hadn't made love the night before, she would suck me until I ejaculated before letting me go to work; if we had, she would only tease me for a few minutes before letting me go.
I should say that my sex life with my wife was wonderful, and we maintained a high level of passion for several years. It wasn't until I started visiting adult websites that I discovered a wild horse had been lurking within me. Countless vulgar and obscene things excited me,
and I started masturbating again, something I had given up after marriage. Only when I watched the milky white semen shoot out from my raging penis could I calm down a little and temporarily forget the lewd scenes that were haunting my mind. My wife later discovered my masturbation and thought it was because I was dissatisfied with sex. She was very sad for a while, and I was speechless. I could only try my best to comfort and explain. I don't remember those lies anymore.
I only know that if I had said to my wife, "I want to have sex with you with other men, I want to see you struggling and moaning as a stranger's body presses down on you, I want to see your lower body being rapidly thrust into by another penis, flowing with the nectar I love to suck, and your eyes looking at me, tears of joy streaming down your face..." then my marriage with Lingdang would truly be over.
At work, I'm a mid-level manager who isn't particularly prominent, but because my job involves a lot of real power, I get to meet many newly assigned female employees. To be honest, I've been attracted to the fresh, tender bodies hidden under dresses or business attire, and I've even had opportunities to do so (friends with work experience should know that some recent female college graduates like to find junior managers in their thirties as long-term meal tickets).
However, reason tells me that this isn't a game I can play. I can joke around, tell dirty jokes, or flirt, but to actually insert my penis into the vagina of a woman in the same workplace, besides the ten seconds of pleasure from ejaculation, I might also face entanglement, forced marriage, family breakdown, and career ruin. I wisely pulled back from the brink and released my excess passion mainly through masturbation, and then
I came across posts about threesomes and swapping. To be honest, I'm not really into swapping
because I know Lingdang loves me very much. She can't accept any part of my body touching other women's bodies. But I love her too. I want to use every means in the world to bring her sexual pleasure. I bought vibrators and dildos of all sizes. In short, except for those dubious aphrodisiacs, we tried all the sexual techniques that couples can use. One day, while we were sucking each other in a 69 position, I suddenly felt like my brain had gone haywire. I rolled over and laid my wife flat on the ground, and entered her while she looked on in astonishment. I thrust into her with all my might, and she quickly got into it,
wrapping her arms around my neck and moaning loudly. Her waist twisted like a snake, constantly pushing my limits with the tender flesh of her breasts. I thrust hard into the depths of her, and whispered in her ear, "I love you to death. I have a crazy, immoral idea I want to tell you." She was already in a daze. Now that I think about it, she probably didn't hear what I said at all,
but at the time, she bit my left ear and murmured, "I'm going to die. You can do whatever you want." So I said, "I want to try a 3P." My wife writhed beneath me, urging me to keep thrusting, and asked me in a daze what a 3P was. I said, "It means finding another man you can accept, and we make love together." My wife stiffened for a few seconds, her face became expressionless, and her eyes widened (she already had big eyes, so when she opened them wide, it startled me).

Then she looked at me with a complicated expression, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. I whispered, "Are you trying to ask if I don't love you anymore, that's why I have such a twisted thought—giving the person I love most to a stranger to ravage?" My wife looked at the ceiling, slowly biting her lower lip, shaking her head almost imperceptibly. I suddenly felt a warm, moist flow coming from where my large penis was pressing against. I didn't know if Lingdang was angry, so I just continued moving slowly. Lingdang held me, no longer moaning, but her lower body was even more wet and slippery. I guessed she was still biting her lip, not wanting me to misunderstand that this absurd thought had aroused her even greater desire. It was an unforgettable sexual experience, something
Lingdang and I had never had before. Our bodies were perfectly in sync, wonderfully moist, but apart from deliberately suppressed breathing and the ecstatic sounds coming from our lower bodies, we were both careful not to moan. I kept my head buried in Lingdang's ear, not daring to face her. Her face was filled with regret, but the physical climax arrived as expected. I groaned as I pulled out to ejaculate, when Lingdang suddenly straightened her body, pressing her hands tightly against my buttocks. I could clearly feel the two nipples on Lingdang's breasts becoming erect and hard. She had come too, and silently asked me to ejaculate forcefully inside her (Lingdang and I weren't planning to have children yet, but we were both uncomfortable with condoms, so I always used the withdrawal method). I was instantly overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure. We kissed as I ejaculated,
our tongues intertwining and demanding, hot and lubricated, wild and boundless. It was the longest kiss we'd ever shared, and correspondingly, the amount of semen I ejaculated was astounding, because my mouth and Lingdang's had been entangled for so long that I had forgotten about my lower body. When I got up and pulled out my penis, the bed was a complete mess. Lingdang hopped up, threw on my oversized shirt, and shooed me off the bed. She
quickly grabbed the sheets and ran to the bathroom, but some liquid still trickled from her legs onto the floor. I nervously put on my underwear and went to the bathroom door. I saw Lingdang sitting on the sink, lost in thought. I stammered that she should pretend I hadn't said anything and not take it to heart. Lingdang looked at me, her face still flushed, and said earnestly, "I think you really love me."
Some posts tell us that wives need to read articles about successful swapping or threesomes to boost their confidence and reduce inner barriers, but honestly, this isn't easy for most normal couples like us. I still couldn't muster the courage to bring up this idea to my wife a second time, let alone entice her to look at adult websites. Although my wife and I had sex before marriage, I still watched several pornographic films before I knew how to do it; she had only read one.
In "Lady Chatterley's Lover," when she first saw my naked penis, she was terrified and turned her face away, refusing to touch it with her mouth. Fortunately, I learned from pornography how to caress a woman's private parts with my tongue and lips and have always maintained a high level of enthusiasm for it. So, my young wife couldn't withstand my sucking, kissing, and tongue-twisting of her tender petals for tens of minutes at a time. Each time, she would scream and struggle to get up during orgasm, panting as she grabbed my penis and swallowed it whole, beginning her "intense revenge," her breasts swollen and turning purple.
From this, I felt that caressing is an instinct, a gift from God. My wife is undoubtedly a beauty at school and at work, but her beauty comes from birth, without any embellishment. Her innate dignified and virtuous temperament is very... While she captivated me, she also deterred many suitors. But when I saw her petite body "greedily" nestled between my legs, swallowing
and spitting out my erect penis, her dignified face, partially hidden by her hair, made me feel as if I were in a dream. So, the result was nothing more than me screaming (yes, I think at least that's what the neighbor next door thought) as I ejaculated and was completely swallowed by her. That little mouth never let me go easily; the ejaculation and swallowing never stopped for a second, and then she continued to suck and spit, making me feel like my soul was about to be shot out. I could only struggle and beg for mercy before Lingdang proudly straightened up, revealing her white teeth, her tongue provocatively sweeping over them, and got up to wash. (Aside: Regarding swallowing semen, it varies from person to person. Some of my buddies envy me because I often get swallowed until I beg for mercy, while their wives even refuse to give them oral sex. I believe love is equal and reciprocal, and so is sex. Women can actually do everything you can't imagine for you,
but you have to give them a reason. If you think the vulva is unclean and refuse to caress it, then why should women be willing to accept your organ, which has the same function? As for swallowing semen, it's just an unconscious act of love at its deepest. It's just swallowing, and it has nothing to do with eating. It's not like the common scene in Japanese AV where semen is ejaculated into a bento box and the actress pretends to be intoxicated and eats it. I think that's an insult to women and an insult to sex. I asked my wife, and she didn't dislike the taste of my semen the first time, especially when I licked her until she orgasmed. She would immediately have the desire to suck me and swallow my semen. She also said that when she saw me ejaculating in her mouth, she would "lie on the bed weakly and shyly, struggling and screaming in ecstasy," and she felt a sense of accomplishment. To express equality, my wife
would often insert a bell under my waist before sucking my semen.) I used a pillow to increase my "powerlessness" because I liked to put a pillow under her waist when I licked her, raising her nectar-drenched garden. This way, I could see the subtle changes in the buds on her full breasts while sucking, allowing me to control the frequency of licking her clitoris and petals. With the pillow under me, looking at the cunning look in my wife's waterfall of hair, feeling the warm, wet waves washing over my lower body, I had only one feeling: I was now completely at their mercy. (After talking for so long, the second time I brought up this matter was more than two years later. During that time, I secretly added

a couple on QQ and excitedly asked them for advice. I was very disappointed. The man said that they often swapped with other couples, and he used vulgar language. He suggested that I come to his house (in the same city) to "do it" with his wife first, and he would help us film it. His impatience made me feel a little bit of a honey trap. Later, his wife came online and explained that they only swapped, and did not look for single men. I politely told her that she had misunderstood. I love my wife very much and I want to give her great pleasure, but I don't know how.) The woman didn't reply for a long time, finally sending a message:
"You're a good person, but be prepared, this is a one-way street," before logging off. After receiving this "good person card," I never contacted them again. I didn't add any more couples on social media until I met Ruimen from Macau through work. He was of Chinese descent, seven or eight years older than me, a business representative in mainland China. He fell in love at first sight with a bank teller in Tianjin and married this girl, ten years his junior. Ruimen possessed the natural charm and carefree nature of Hong Kong and Taiwanese men, and loved going to nightclubs. Honestly, our worlds were completely different,

and we should never have ended up together. But unexpectedly, he became my mentor. In his youth, Ruimen had countless women across mainland China, Hong Kong, and Taiwan. He said that at his age, his stamina was declining, but his years of honed skills were enough to compensate. Because I had helped him coordinate matters with his government classmates a few times, Ruimen treated me to meals and gave me some compensation, so we became somewhat acquainted.
However, I was wary of him and never mentioned my family or my wife. One summer night, after having dinner with my boss and Ruimen, we finished discussing business and my boss left first. Ruimen and I drank a bit too much beer. Ruimen was half-reclined on the booth sofa, his fairly decent face flushed red. He rambled on and on, in both Chinese and English. My English isn't great, but I understood most of it.
He said his wife had given birth to his child and still had a high sex drive. She seemed to know about my infidelity, so she was "exploiting" me extra hard. When he was in Macau, he had to hire a professional gigolo for a threesome at home. Unexpectedly, his wife had no qualms about it and was quite addicted. Now that he had only been hiding in the mainland for a short time, his wife was coming over, and she hinted on the phone that he could continue that kind of game. After understanding this, my mind went blank, and my heart jumped into my throat. Did Ruimen want me to have a threesome with them? But an overwhelming sense of humiliation instantly snapped me back to reality.
This guy was treating me like a gigolo. I got up to leave, looking displeased, but Ruimen stopped me. He said he was only telling me this because he considered me a friend, and because they had children and didn't want their family to break up. They would stay in mainland China for a long time. As for the unavoidable issue, the mainland was a mixed bag; there were definitely no professional ones, and they dared not hire part-timers. They could only ask me, a "not-so-close but trustworthy friend," for help because he felt that "this way, neither of us would feel pressured." I could tell he only dared to say that because he was drunk, so I sat back down. But I replied,
"I can only watch you do it or film you; I won't participate." Ruimen sighed in relief and said softly, "Cui (pronunciation; to this day, I still don't know if his wife's name contains the character 'Cui' or her surname is Cui) is very beautiful." My mind was on Lingdang, and I already regretted my answer. What the hell was I doing? But a devilish voice inside me was telling me: Go ahead, just watch. You won't do anything; broaden your horizons. Besides, they are foreigners; they won't have any dealings with you when they go back to Macau... [email protected]#*()wetsdfcvop
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Ruimen got up to pay the bill, but our leader had already paid before leaving. I paid for the extra case of beer with cash. Ruimen looked a little embarrassed holding the money. I looked at his thin figure and chuckled inwardly.
For the next two weeks, Ruimen didn't call me. My initial excitement gradually subsided, and my sex life with Lingdang continued as usual. Since we were planning to have a child, we started exercising regularly, and our sex life wasn't as frequent as before. Lingdang said I needed to conserve my energy so she could give me all the pent-up energy at once on a good day. So she mostly used oral sex without penetration, controlling the oral sex. When she felt I was about to reach my limit
, she would stop sucking and gently blow on me, repeating this process, with the principle of not ejaculating. I suggested licking her vulva, but she refused. Lingdang said that would make her lose control first, and she couldn't sleep until she sucked me out, so I had to give up. Actually, I still masturbated every few days; I was really going to explode if I didn't release. About two months later, Ruimen texted me saying he had picked up his wife from Macau and invited me to dinner that night. I texted back asking if the child had come too, and Ruimen replied with a question mark and an exclamation mark. That evening, feeling uncertain, I still called my boss.
Perhaps it was the contrast with that fat old man, but I suddenly felt tall and imposing, and I felt extremely good about myself. Mrs. Ruimen was not yet thirty. Objectively speaking, her appearance was average, but her makeup was too glamorous and didn't quite fit my aesthetic standards. However, her figure was absolutely model-like. She was about 1.75 meters tall, and in high heels, she towered over Ruimen by half a head. That night, she chose a rather conservative business suit, which effectively concealed some of the frivolity in her gestures. I can't stand women with watery eyes (everyone should know what that kind of look represents).
Although I knew I wasn't handsome enough to make a seasoned player fall in love at first sight, I still felt a little flattered by Ruimen and Cui (that's simpler to call them) after the meal. The boss was in high spirits that day, partly because there was a rather sexy woman present. They chatted for hours, and soon it was nine o'clock. Lingdang texted me to ask what time I'd finish. I replied that I'd be there a while and told her to go to sleep first. Cui then got up, saying she was sleepy and had to go back to sleep, bidding us farewell. I felt a strange mix of disappointment and relief. The boss and I got up and escorted Ruimen and his wife to the parking lot
. Ruimen suddenly turned back to me and said, "Come see the contract list tomorrow afternoon, okay? Don't forget we're meeting at the office at three." The boss paused, saw I didn't react, and quickly smiled, saying, "How could I forget? If this kid forgets, I'll skin him alive!" Cui walked towards the car without looking back, her curves beautiful. I felt a surge of heat in my heart, silently cursing myself a few times. The rest of the night passed without incident.
Of course, Ruimen didn't ask me to see any of those ridiculous lists at 3 PM the next afternoon.
This foreign trade deal was basically doomed due to the tax refund policy issues; the leaders knew this, but they still clung to a sliver of hope, hoping I'd give it a final push. I knew Ruimen's purpose in calling me, but I couldn't help calling him to ask what he was planning. Ruimen laughed on the other end of the phone, asking if I wanted to know how Cui felt about me
. I remained silent, not denying it. After all, not everyone has the opportunity to participate in someone else's sex life, whether as a witness, an observer, or anything else. I needed to know the other person's psychological state, the more the better. "She said you're all show and no substance, all looks and no substance, haha," Ruimen's mocking voice reached my ears. I felt like cursing a herd of filth, almost blurting out,
"Damn it, want to try it out?!" But I quickly realized they were playing hard to get. I chuckled a few times and said I was just visiting, asking where I could buy tickets. Ruimen was silent for a moment before hanging up and sending me a hotel room number. The hotel was on the other side of the city, almost an hour's drive away. I told my boss, grabbed my bag, and headed out—
details omitted. When I arrived at the hotel, I said I was there for dinner, ignoring the security guard's surprised look as he glanced at my watch, parked in the guest area, and went into the lobby. I walked through an almost luxurious corridor, took the elevator to my designated floor, and found the carpet soft, the surroundings quiet, and the dim lighting even making me feel a little sleepy. I walked to the room door, listened carefully, and then rang the doorbell. There was a commotion inside, and then I saw Ruimen, shirtless and wrapped only in a towel, open the door a crack. Two strange suction cups, resembling those for an electrocardiogram, were stuck to his chest
. He looked flustered. He pulled me inside and locked the door. The scene before me made my blood boil and my head spin. Thinking back, it went like this: Cui was stripped naked, her mouth stuffed, and her hands tied to either side of the headboard. She wasn't lying down, but kneeling awkwardly, her upper limbs arched back, her magnificent breasts proudly erect,
reflecting a strange, soft light. Her nipples were firm and full. Between her kneeling legs was a spiral metal rod with an electrical wire attached. Two more wires extended from the rod, each with a metal clip. I saw Ruimen climb onto the bed, clip the clips to suction cups on his chest, then fondle Cui's breasts and hand me a black remote control. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought I was hallucinating. In short, all I could hear was a loud buzzing and the sound of blood rushing to my head. I took the remote, sat stiffly on the sofa beside the bed, and turned it on. I can't remember if it was ten or fifteen minutes, but I remember Ruimen and Cui both letting out suppressed sobs. Cui kept twisting and throbbing her body.
Ruimen grabbed Cui's breast with one hand and his own strangely throbbing penis with the other, stroking it. He squeezed a little milky liquid from Cui's nipple; I thought it was breast milk. Ruimen put that nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. I remember that in the end, Cui urinated all over the bed, and Ruimen hadn't even gotten an erection yet. I turned off the switch and realized that my throat was parched,
and although I wasn't erect, my lower body was wet. Ruimen untied Cui, who spat out a hollow, ball-like object from her mouth. With a voice that sounded like a sob, she lunged at me, her breasts slamming against my face. Then, a hot body pressed heavily on top of me. I was trapped between two mounds of soft flesh, almost suffocating. My limbs felt numb, as if they had left me. Cui's hand gripped my genitals tightly, and my penis hardened faster than ever before. Cui said, "I want it." My soul seemed to be struck by lightning, my whole body convulsed involuntarily, and I could no longer control the beast between my legs. A surge of heat gushed out, and I ejaculated. (Yes, it's embarrassing, but it's true.) Ruimen and Cui haphazardly gathered their clothes, carefully peeled off the wet sheets and threw them into the bathroom,
then went into the bathroom together to shower. I closed their bathroom door before daring to frantically pull down my pants and clean myself in the outer room. It was basically a quick wipe, and I was ready to leave as soon as I put my pants back on. No one could stand it anymore. Although Cui didn't say anything, I knew from Ruimen's smile that he was definitely mocking me. "You can be slow to get an erection, but you can't be a quick shooter," I thought. I wondered how I, who could last forty or fifty minutes without a condom with Lingdang, could ejaculate so quickly . Ruimen called out to me from inside, asking if I wanted to shower. Since this was a high-end hotel,
underwear could be washed and dried immediately within an hour. I hesitated for a moment, thinking it would be better to go home in clean underwear, so I agreed. When they came out, I found myself much calmer facing Cui's naked body. She also acted naturally, beckoning me to take off my clothes and throw my underwear out to her. I did as she said, then closed the bathroom door and started showering. In the running water, I suddenly felt like a girl who had been sexually assaulted; my lower body felt cold and gradually went numb. There were bathrobes in the bathroom. I came out wrapped in one after showering. The sheets had been changed quickly, but this time the scene
looked normal. They were having sex. Cui was lying face down, her hips raised high, letting Ruimen thrust in and out between her plump labia. People who haven't experienced it firsthand will never know the shock. I've seen plenty of porn, but I was still incredibly shocked by this real sex scene. Cui moaned loudly, turning her face to look at me, her cheeks flushed. She smiled, her moans carrying an encouraging tone. I knew I was hard again; this feeling was constant, I couldn't fool myself. I went to the bed, bent down, and said to Cui, "I'm sorry, I won't touch you."
Then I sat down and started masturbating, oblivious to everyone else. Ruimen continued his own movements, and when he saw me masturbating, he chuckled and stopped. After a while, Cui lay down. Ruimen looked at me, and seeing that I wasn't coming, he spread Cui's legs and knelt down. Cui's vaginal discharge was extremely abundant, and the sound of water during the thrusting almost made me think she had lost control of her bladder again. My penis was already throbbing to its limit, and I dared not masturbate anymore,
afraid that I would ejaculate again if I touched it. I thought of the cartoon Ikkyu-san from my childhood, "That's enough, that's enough." Suddenly, Cui groaned and said, "You rascal, come and shoot on my face." My heart was pounding. I looked up and saw Ruimen screaming as he pulled out his penis and knelt in front of Cui, ejaculating on her breasts. Cui got up and lay on the bed, facing me, and said softly, "Don't you regret it?"
I got up and walked to her, lifted my bathrobe, and began to masturbate a few times with my penis facing her face. Ruimen finished ejaculating and lay half-reclined, laughing, "Face shooting, bro." "I knew I had taken a significant step, not just about the two ejaculations,
but about the breach of my heart and the loss of my bottom line. Cui opened her mouth and leaned forward to take me in. I took a step back, but reached out and lifted her chin, uttering a sound that even I found unfamiliar, 'Open your mouth, I'm coming.' Cui opened her mouth wide in a bit of panic, staring intently at my penis, which was now red and purple, her eyes filled with growing desire. I completely relaxed,
and several streams of white fluid shot from my urethra, hanging on Cui's nose, lips, tongue, and my trembling left hand that was supporting her chin. I collapsed onto the sofa, my mind blank. Cui cleaned herself with a tissue and then came over to wipe my penis. Her hands were soft, and her movements were gentle. I was a little dazed and didn't remember if Cui had taken me in her mouth for a while, but I guessed that when she saw I wasn't reacting, she stopped there.
[To be continued]"

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