[Modern Relationships] Wife swapping, then what?

Prologue

The morning light filtered through the closed curtains onto the headboard. In the dim light, I once again stole glances at the woman lying beside me.

Beneath her slightly furrowed brows, she had a straight nose and slightly pouting, full lips that exuded a captivating sensuality. A few strands of chestnut-brown hair framed her face as she lay on her side, fast asleep, facing me. My gaze drifted past her rounded chin; her breast, pressed against the edge of the blanket under her armpit, resembled a flat disc, revealing only a glimpse of her dark brown areola.

As if sensing my gaze, she shifted slightly, then turned over, leaning against me and continuing her deep sleep, not waking.

It was an ordinary morning; the faint sounds of people exercising in the park drifted in from outside. Further away, the city, slumbering all night, was slowly awakening; the bustling day was just beginning.

And in this quiet hotel room, four people slept peacefully, having spent the night in passionate lovemaking.

No, only I was awake; or rather, I hadn't slept at all.

After an initial daze, my mind cleared, and I was no longer in the state of someone who had been partying wildly all night.

On the bed next to me lay a man of about 40, yet still with a fit physique. In his arms lay a woman as gentle as jade, her brows furrowed as if she were still suffering some pain in her sleep. Her

naked body was covered only by a corner of the blanket over her stomach. Her long legs were slightly crossed, and her snow-white skin was glaringly covered with red marks. Especially on her chest, and even on those round, perky breasts that had once captivated me, the purplish-red hickeys were like sharp knives deeply embedded in my heart.

That was my wife. The woman I had known for three years, loved for three years, and then married, vowing to spend my life with her.

And now, that face I so deeply adored was streaked with tears, telling of the painful and humiliating ordeal she had endured before falling asleep.

Exhausted, even in her deep sleep, her hands gripped the sheets and blankets tightly.

As the sounds outside the window grew louder, my thoughts returned. After a brief moment of confusion, I suddenly realized what had happened.

An exchange!!!

Yes. This thing that had once thrilled and excited me so much had now actually happened to my wife and me.

Wasn't this what I had racked my brains, struggled and worked tirelessly for almost a year to achieve?

But why couldn't I feel any joy now? Why did my heart clench so tightly when I saw my wife lying naked in another man's arms, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on me? That maddening oppression and repression made me want to tear everything in front of me apart.

Chapter One: Knowledge and Love

My name is Quan. Six years ago, after leaving the ivory tower, I achieved some small successes in this superficial society through my own efforts.

A good income from my job freed me from worries about the mundane things in life, like housing and cars.

Through my own hard work and outstanding performance, I successfully settled down in this large southern city two years after graduation. This also gave me the means to marry the girl I was deeply in love with—Si.

We met at the freshman welcome party after military training when we first entered university.

Because she could dance folk dances, Si was selected by the school's arts department to participate in rehearsing the welcome party dance, thus avoiding the ordeal of military training. This also made Si stand out among the group of freshmen girls, who were tanned and covered in dirt from training under the scorching sun. At

the final freshman military training summary meeting, Si, dressed in folk costume and preparing to participate in the party, looked like a blooming flower amidst the gray-green military uniforms.

Because of my height and physique, I was called up by the instructor to help at the party venue, and by chance, I met Si.

Since our meeting at the party, I've always been a friend to Si in her studies and life.

Si, nearly 1.7 meters tall, is 1.68 meters, with a remarkably well-proportioned figure—curvy in all the right places. Her skin is as white as milk. Her delicate face is adorned with meticulously chosen features.

Her captivating eyes sparkle, and her long eyelashes, like tiny fans, flutter with each blink, seemingly sweeping into one's heart. What

I'm most infatuated with are her long, shapely legs, neither too heavy nor too light. Whether she's wearing stockings or just shorts, every time I see her, I feel dizzy, my heart pounding like two drums, threatening to burst from my chest.

Si isn't just my dream girl; she's the dream girl of every single guy in the entire school.

While I haven't compared her to any so-called "school beauties," I believe that even among them, Si is equally stunning.

And so, because I had known Si for a longer time, I felt perfectly justified in frequently appearing around her. Although I never confessed, my admiration was as obvious as an open secret. Si, for some reason, never had a boyfriend she was interested in.

Perhaps, in other people's eyes, I was Si's ambiguous partner.

This relationship continued until the summer of my junior year.

The leisurely university life gave us plenty of time to do what we were interested in. My hobby was traveling.

Before that summer of my junior year, I tentatively asked Si about her summer plans. When I learned that she would be staying home all summer, I started making plans. When I tried to invite her to go on a summer trip with me, to my surprise, she agreed.

I meticulously planned the entire trip. Before summer vacation, I counted down the days, feeling like they were years, until the day of departure finally arrived.

It was a breathtakingly beautiful landscape unlike anything I had ever experienced on any trip before.

On tranquil riverbanks, on rugged mountain peaks, in shady forests, in quaint water towns, and amidst the dazzling neon lights of unfamiliar cities, all the natural landscapes and cultural attractions I had previously focused on paled in comparison to her every smile and gesture.

My camera was filled with every single moment of hers: her laughter, her surprised expressions, her mischievous antics, her excited leaps, her weary naps… Throughout that wonderful journey, Si's image permeated every corner of my being. Never before had I felt such an urgent desire to possess this angel God had left behind on earth.

At the last stop of the trip, by a lake bathed in the glow of the setting sun, I secretly took Si's small hand in mine. She didn't struggle, silently letting me hold it.

Holding Si's boneless, soft hand brought a slightly cool touch. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Si shyly close her eyes, her cheeks flushed as if painted with rouge.

At that moment, my heart was at peace, and an unprecedented confidence filled my entire being. I wanted to give this angelic girl happiness; I believed I could do it, and nothing could stop me.

At that moment, I felt I had grasped the happiness of a lifetime…

Chapter Two: Passionate Love

We were like any couple deeply in love, enjoying romantic moments under the moon and flowers. Even the harsh reality of graduation couldn't separate us.

Because Si was a local, her parents had found her a relaxed job at a government agency in the city early on. I, too, stayed to work hard for our future.

After moving out of the dormitory, I moved into a cheap temporary rental. Every day I was busy looking for work, submitting resumes, attending job fairs, and frequenting various talent markets.

During that job-hunting period, the harshness of society dealt a heavy blow to us so-called high achievers. I had thought that with my excellence, I could easily earn a well-paying and respectable job. But reality mocked our overestimation of our abilities.

After more than two months of running around, I still hadn't achieved anything. Disheartened, I even considered giving up and returning to my hometown to rely on my parents.

But Si would come to my messy rental every two days to clean my room, do laundry, and cook for me.

It was her constant encouragement and support that gave me the courage to persevere. The gentle and charming Si was, for me during that period, the only bright and refreshing color in my gray world. She gave me the courage to repeatedly enter the job market, a place that had shattered all my confidence.

Finally, as if Lady Luck had suddenly smiled upon me, my opportunity arrived. A well-known private company in the city was recruiting a business manager—a manager position, really, just a salesperson. Having already been mercilessly battered by reality, I realized this was an opportunity. I meticulously prepared my resume and presented myself in my best light for the interview.

The days of waiting for the response felt like the time after my college entrance exams, anxiously awaiting the results while fearing the answer wouldn't be what I expected.

A few days later, I received a notification from the company's HR department: I could start my internship two days later.

I hung up the phone, stunned, unable to process what I'd heard. I was hired! This bustling yet unfamiliar city had finally opened a small door for me.

I couldn't wait to call Si, wanting to share my overwhelming joy with her.

When Si received the call, she couldn't hide her excitement and joy. I could almost hear the barely suppressed excitement in her voice. All the previous discouragement and dejection vanished, and confidence returned to me.

I went back to my rented apartment early and tidied up the room. I had a good night's sleep. Not long after, before I even got off work, Si came in carrying bags and bags of groceries. She had taken the day off to go grocery shopping to celebrate with me, and even bought some wine.

Watching Si busy in the kitchen, a feeling of home suddenly warmed my heart. I told myself again that I would give this girl a lifetime of happiness.

That night I got drunk, I don't know if it was from the alcohol or from being drunk.

I only know that in the end, Si and I melted into a passionate kiss.

My hands, as always during our intimate moments, explored Si's entire body. When I clumsily began to undress Si, she didn't refuse as she always did, but instead shyly buried her fiery face in mine, letting me do as I pleased.

When I removed Si's last armor, her exquisitely beautiful, fair body dazzled my eyes. Like drinking a bowl of aged wine, a fiery heat surged through my body, rushing into my heart, into my mind, finally transforming into a beast-like desire.

Si lay gently on the narrow bed, her eyes tightly closed, only her eyelids blinking rapidly. Her body trembled slightly, twisting restlessly. Her smooth, delicate skin, like milk, shimmered with a luminous glow. Her long, beautiful legs, which drove me mad, were tightly closed together. One of her soft, boneless hands covered her blushing, exquisite face. The other covered her most alluring, blood-pumping pubic area.

Only a wisp of hair peeked out from the crevice, adding to the eroticism and stimulation.

I stood there dumbfounded before the bed, panting, admiring the boundless beauty, completely unsure of my next move.

The prolonged silence made Si notice something amiss. She gently opened her eyes, finding my gaze fixed on her body, and felt an overwhelming sense of shame. She pulled the blanket over herself.

"Don't look, you're annoying." These words were like a starting gun, igniting my desire. In a few swift movements, I removed any extra resistance, threw off the blanket, and pounced on her.

My lips kissed every inch of Si's body, every inch so smooth and slippery.

I couldn't hear what syllables Si murmured under my kisses. Her eyes, slightly open, were somewhat dazed and bewildered.

When I reached her small, perfectly formed breasts, I couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of creation.

On the two mounds of soft flesh, like snow-capped hills, stood two small, rosy nipples, their small areolas possessing an equally alluring and sweet fragrance. Gently kneading them, the feel was indescribable. Soft and elastic like cotton, delicate and smooth like cream.

Under my caresses, Si's unconscious murmurs slowly transformed into rhythmic, soft moans.

The soft "mmm, ahh" sounds escaping her lips only fueled my burning desire.

Gently parting Si's hands that were protectively between her legs, I touched something smooth and slippery.

"Oh..." Si's body trembled slightly as I finally touched this paradise I had dreamed of for years.

The stream of fluid flowing from that enchanting little cunt wet my fingers, and then down her thighs, soaking a large patch of the sheets.

Amid Si's moans and groans, I slowly explored. Every movement of my fingers sent a shiver through Si. Her legs twisted uncontrollably, clamping my hands tightly, as if trying to stop me from going any further.

Reaching Si's body, under her tender, watery gaze, I slowly kissed her perfect legs.

From her calves upwards, my tongue gently licked her fair, smooth skin. As I kissed my way up to her inner thighs, Si's hands pressed against my head, a gesture that seemed both resistance and acceptance. Her little feet kicked restlessly. I

looked up and met Si's watery eyes. I smiled reassuringly, then buried my face in her, kissing her tender, glistening vulva without hesitation.

I held her delicate pink labia in my mouth, my tongue sliding erratically, occasionally probing deeper, trying to explore further into Si's body. Gushing love juice flowed from the corners of my mouth, some even trickling into my mouth, surprisingly without any fishy taste, but accompanied by a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance.

Si pushed me away forcefully with her hands, her legs clamping tightly around my head. But this action only allowed me to lick her fragrant vulva even more deeply.

"Dirty...no, um...Quan, please, don't...ah...um...no..." The resistance grew weaker and weaker, leaving only heavy breathing and occasional moans from the deepest part of her throat.

Soon, only "uh...uh..." sounds could be heard. Looking up, I saw Si tightly covering her slightly open mouth with the back of her hand, but she still couldn't stop herself from making those shameful sounds.

Seeing that I had stopped, Si raised her upper body, weakly pounding her fists on my chest. She was muttering something.

With the swaying of her body, her two smooth, jade-like breasts swayed from side to side. Their whiteness stimulated my eyes. Feeling a slight dampness on my chest, I helped her up, looking into Si's tearful eyes. I was at a loss.

"Baby, are you uncomfortable? Did I hurt you?"

Si looked at me affectionately, gently shaking her head, causing her breasts to sway.

I couldn't resist lowering my head and taking her alluring rosy nipples into my mouth, licking them alternately. A soft moan escaped Si's lips again.

Slowly, I lowered Si's body, gently moving her legs.

As if realizing what was about to happen, Si obediently parted her legs, glanced at my erection, and tightly covered her burning red face with her hands. She quietly waited for that moment to arrive.

Gently lifting those alluring legs, I adjusted my position, ensuring my hard shaft was firmly aligned with her still-flowing vulva.

"Si, I'm going in."

Si still covered her face, shaking her head slightly, without answering. I

gently thrust my hips forward, the head of my penis slowly sinking into her soft flesh. Si's furrowed brows made me stop all movement.

"Does it hurt? Should I stop?" Actually, at that crucial moment, how could I possibly stop my advance?

Si bit her lower lip, enduring the pain, and gently shook her head, still remaining silent.

I resumed my movements.

The head of my penis slowly inserted a little, then withdrew, and then slowly inserted again. I repeated this motion for a while until Si's brows began to relax, and her waist began to sway with my movements. I knew she was ready. Lubricated by Si's love juice, my shaft could now move in and out without any resistance. At this moment, I suddenly lowered my waist.

"Ah...it hurts, Quan, it hurts, don't move, ah..." At this moment, I was completely united with Si. My entire penis was tightly enveloped by a ball of heat. The extreme pleasure, the feeling of being surrounded like ascending to heaven, almost made me ejaculate immediately.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, Quan, be gentle..."

Si's hands desperately pushed me away, instinctively protecting herself from being violated, trying hard to push away the part of me that was inside her body. At the same time, she cried out in pain, large tears welling up in her eyes.

I gently bent down and held Si tightly as if embracing a precious treasure. My lips kissed Si's face repeatedly, licking away her tears.

"Baby, it'll be over soon. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby." Si didn't speak, her body twisting back and forth in pain.

I reached out a hand and gently kneaded Si's breasts, my fingers constantly teasing the rosy nipples that were already swollen and erect from desire. I also took most of her other breast into my mouth, my tongue dancing around. I wanted to ease Si's pain with this. The scent of her breasts stimulated my sense of smell, making me dizzy.

I don't know how much time passed, but Si slowly stopped swaying and trying to avoid me. Her breathing gradually became heavy.

I looked up and saw Si covering her face with her hands. However, her eyes were secretly observing my every move through the gaps between her fingers. Seeing me look up at her, she quickly closed her fingers, as if I had discovered something extremely embarrassing about her.

Seeing Si's childish and adorable actions, a smile involuntarily crept onto my lips. I smiled slightly; it was time for me to enjoy the fruits of my labor.

My lower body moved slowly.

"Ah..."

"Does it still hurt?"

"Um...um...it doesn't seem to hurt as much anymore, it feels strange, I...Quan, can you be gentle?

I'm scared." I thrust again, beginning to slowly pump in and out, the speed increasing. Si's body swayed with my thrusts, her two jade-like breasts rising and falling like waves, the nipples tracing beautiful arcs.

"Hmm...hmm...ah...hmm...ah..."

Rhythmic moans began to escape Si's lips. The heavenly sounds, like an aphrodisiac, made me thrust even harder; it was the best encouragement for me.

Si's lower body was tight, contracting in waves, and it took great determination and willpower to force myself not to ejaculate immediately. Amidst Si's moans, I braced myself on either side of her body, my hips rising and falling as I thrust wildly.

"Ah...ah...ah...um..."

Si's moans grew louder, and perhaps she realized it, hastily covering her mouth with her hands. But the waves of pleasure washing over her were unbearable. Even with her mouth covered, she still managed soft, endearing moans.

My lower body continued its frenzied thrusting, wave after wave of dizzying pleasure coursing through my entire body from my penis inside her.

I don't know how many times I thrust, but finally, I couldn't hold back any longer, and with all my strength, I ejaculated my hot semen into Si's body. My mind went blank; I lay on top of Si, breathing heavily.

Si released her hands, gasping for breath. Her eyes, shimmering with passion, were filled with tenderness.

She propped herself up, pulling me tightly into her arms, her head resting on my ear, murmuring repeatedly, "I'm yours, Quan, I'm yours, I'm yours..." A boundless tenderness enveloped me. I lifted myself up, pulling Si back into my arms, kissing her face haphazardly.

"Does it still hurt? Did it feel good at the end? Hehe..."

"You...you're so naughty, it really hurts."

"No, you were screaming loudly at the end, it felt good, hahaha..." "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it...you bastard!" Sensing my teasing, Si covered her ears with her hands, squirming in my arms. Slowly, with Si's movements, I felt aroused again, my penis becoming erect once more.

"Ah..." Si, sitting in my lap, immediately noticed and tried to jump out of my embrace. I pulled her back.

"You...you just...you just did that, didn't you? How come again..." "That's because my wife is too alluring! Wife, let's do it again." "No, I don't want to." "Hehe, you don't have a choice." Under my coercion, Si half-heartedly lay down beneath me again. This time, thanks to the previous lubrication, I thrust into that hot, honeyed cunt without any resistance.

"Mmm...ah...mmm...mmm..." A tidal wave of pleasure filled her body again, and Si's soft moans rang out as expected.

...On that unforgettable night, I can't remember how many times I took Si, only that at the end I held those alluring legs, licking them incessantly with my tongue. Even Si's small, jade-like feet, and her translucent toes that arched as I penetrated her, were sucked on as if they were exquisite delicacies.

Finally, amidst Si's loud screams, I ejaculated. I collapsed heavily onto the bed, holding the nearly unconscious Si as I fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, after the sun was high in the sky, I opened my sleepy eyes. Si... She nestled in my arms, fast asleep.

Though tear stains remained on her face, a gentle smile curved her lips, slightly upturned. It was as if she were dreaming of something wonderful; her smiling face shone with happiness.

I got up and hastily tidied myself up, noticing Si's disheveled lower body. Her once pink labia were swollen and red, as if engorged with blood, filling me with heartache and self-reproach for my recklessness.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed again that there was only a tiny trace of blood on Si's genitals.

Although I'm not a staunch believer in virginity, a small stirring still occurred to

me. But ultimately, I didn't ask Si why, because I loved her, and that was enough. Surprisingly, Si later explained that her hymen had ruptured during high school dance practice due to vigorous movements. I didn't dwell on it anymore, touched by Si's thoughtfulness.

After that night of passionate lovemaking, I became even more determined to marry this beautiful and kind girl.

From then on, Si, having been intimate with me, became increasingly affectionate and clingy. And I, having tasted the sweetness, reveled in it.

Because Si's parents opposed her dating someone from out of town, she never mentioned our relationship at home.

Si often lied to her family, running off to meet me secretly. Her parents didn't even know I existed and were still trying to find her a partner, but Si always managed to fend it off with various excuses.

Although Si only mentioned these things casually during conversations, seeing her innocent and carefree demeanor... She had no idea how much pressure this put on me.

I could only work even harder to prove myself to Si's parents as soon as possible, so they could entrust their daughter to me with peace of mind.

After a three-month internship, I worked tirelessly every day, neglecting even the precious time I spent with Si.

Although she wanted me to spend more time with her, she ultimately chose to silently support me. Because she knew that behind my relentless hard work was the hope that I could openly and legitimately step into their family home as soon as possible.

Chapter Three: Holding Hands for a Lifetime

The fates of people vary greatly. But fate was kind to me.

My efforts finally paid off. Because of my proficiency, I seized the opportunity. In two years, I closed three big deals, and the generous commissions and company bonuses made the numbers in my bank account rise rapidly. I knew that I was getting closer and closer to the moment of my dreams. Nearly

two and a half years after graduation, on the eve of the Spring Festival, a time of national celebration, Si officially brought me into their family home. Although Si had already told her parents that she would bring a friend home for dinner. However, the moment I stepped into the room, the surprise on the faces of the two elders was obvious.

The food and drink were plentiful, and there were only the four of us sitting around the table.

With Si feeling uneasy, I took her hand and confessed to them my years-long relationship with Si, sincerely apologizing for keeping it a secret for so long.

During a toast with Si's father, I also briefly introduced my current situation to them, most importantly my financial situation. I assured them that I was capable and would definitely give Si a happy life.

Although I couldn't discern anything from their expressions, they just kept urging us to eat more, I felt that I had done a good job in terms of attitude and behavior.

After the meal, I politely said goodbye. Si timidly saw me to the door, and I patted her head reassuringly, telling her to go back inside. Actually, I was just as nervous.

Back in my rented room, I quickly washed up and then lay in bed. I tossed and turned, thinking about whether there was anything I hadn't done well or hadn't done enough that day. My heart was filled with anxiety, and I couldn't sleep at all.

It was almost midnight when Si called. Judging from her voice, the little girl was probably in her room, lying in bed talking to me.

"Are you asleep?"

"Not yet, how could I sleep? What do your parents think of me?" "Just so-so," Si teased with a playful laugh.

Judging from the teasing tone, it probably wasn't bad. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"What exactly? What did they think of me? What did they ask you later? Tell me." "Oh, they didn't really think much of me. I just briefly told them, they didn't ask me much, but... but..." "But what? Tell me quickly, you're driving me crazy!" "Hahaha... my mom just told me to tell you to come over to our house often, that's all." "Really? Don't lie to me." "Why would I lie to you, hahaha, look how anxious you are. So, do you want to come over often?" Si's mischievous tone—this brat was teasing me.

"Come over for what? To play with you?" I retorted.

"Pah, pah, you big pervert, I'm not talking to you anymore."

"Hahaha, come on, only a fool wouldn't come. From now on, I'll take care of all the work of carrying rice bags and gas cylinders for your family." "We don't use gas cylinders at home, you don't need to carry them." "Isn't this to make a good impression on my mother-in-law and father-in-law? Hehe..." "Ugh, I'm not talking anymore, I'm going to take a shower, bye-bye..." "Wait a minute, give me

a kiss." "No, I...I..." Even after being together for so long, this little girl is still so shy. "Quick, give me a kiss, I'm going to sleep too." After a while, a loud "pop" came from the phone receiver, followed by the "beep beep beep" sound of the phone being hung up. I lay in bed, and I could almost see Si's blushing face.

Hehe, my shy lover.

That night, I can't remember how I finally fell asleep. I only know that my sweet dreams were filled with Si's image.

And so, with the consent of both sets of parents, we officially became a couple.

With my family's help and the money I'd earned over the past two years, I bought a secondhand apartment in the city, and used the extra money for some simple renovations. I also bought a decent car.

Since meeting my parents, Si could come to see me more openly, often staying out all night.

My mother-in-law, of course, noticed all this, and after a couple of urgings, Si and I officially set a wedding date.

Her parents then tacitly agreed to let her stay at my place at night. And so, we officially started living together, inseparable every day… The wedding date approached quickly, and after a long period of careful preparation, the day of the ceremony finally arrived.

When Si appeared in a sexy, flowing wedding dress, her face flushed with shyness, I could even feel the undisguised amazement and…deep desire in the eyes of the male guests attending the wedding.

A tremendous sense of happiness and satisfaction instantly enveloped me. At that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world. With such a beautiful wife, what more could a husband ask for!

…After the honeymoon, everything returned to normal.

The difference is that every morning when I wake up, I see Si's beautiful sleeping face; when I come home from work, I see Si busy in the kitchen; and of course, there's the most exciting and sensual nightly pre-sleep life. Newlyweds are always entangled. We almost always work until we're completely exhausted before falling asleep in each other's arms.

Don't blame me for not knowing how to control myself; with such a beautiful woman lying next to me, how can I sleep peacefully?

Every quiet night, Si and I are naked in bed, in the living room, or in the kitchen, in every corner of the house, locked in a passionate embrace. The room echoes with my heavy breathing and Si's suppressed moans.

Although Si's moans are traditional, every "mmm" and "ahh" syllable escaping from her slightly parted lips is so melodious and charming, like the most potent aphrodisiac, stimulating me to thrust even more fiercely. Each time, it was only amidst Si's pitiful pleas for mercy that I would pour all the fiery essence within me into Si's body.

Although Si could satisfy most of my sexual desires, she was still shy and unwilling to let me have my way with many extremely embarrassing positions and playful techniques. I didn't have too many regrets about this. I respected my lovely wife, and because of this, Si always tried her best to satisfy me in bed. But how could she compete with me, a man in his prime? Each time, she would beg for mercy, exhausted, and fall into a deep sleep before I could even clean up after ejaculating inside her.

Life passed slowly in this calm and passionate way.

Because we were still young, and because of our careers, after discussing it with Si, and with her help, we finally persuaded both sets of parents to agree to postpone having children for a few years. For this, I paid a price: I could only wear a thin raincoat during our lovemaking. Although I wasn't very willing, and although it lacked some of that intimate, exhilarating feeling, I had to do it for Si's health.

Although she was already a wife, Si was still like a young girl. Because I haven't had children, my figure hasn't changed at all. My slender, beautiful legs, with every step, feel like they're treading on my heart. My face is still as flawless as before marriage. My fair skin, like a freshly peeled egg, is radiant and lustrous.

Chapter Four: Something Missing and... First Encounter

Time flows quietly like water, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Every day, I "work at sunrise and rest at sunset," with shy kisses and farewells when leaving home, and passionate embraces and tender moments when returning. Married life is like a bottle of mellow, long-lasting wine, intoxicating the soul. At the same time, my career is also booming. Because of my outstanding performance, the company appointed me as the deputy manager of the sales department.

Everyone I know praises us as a perfect match, and every friend envies my stable career and beautiful wife.

Logically speaking, with my current life, I should be quite satisfied. But I'm not; I always feel that something is missing. I can't quite put my finger on what it is.

As mentioned earlier, I'm a person who loves to travel. I was deeply fascinated by the novelty and excitement that different worlds brought me. Every day I woke up to a brand new world. I was drawn in by the breathtaking scenery, the tension presented by different people and events.

I don't like a monotonous life, but marriage is like that; it can't withstand too much turbulence. Perhaps this is the price I have to pay for my current "perfect" life.

It was a sweltering summer evening. After dinner and a shower, I was browsing the internet in my study. Si was busy in the kitchen.

I casually clicked on a pornographic forum I frequented. Ha, don't laugh at me, it's not that I'm dissatisfied with my current sex life and need to seek comfort online. I think men understand this kind of thing.

I clicked on posts with titles that piqued my interest, then closed them one by one.

Suddenly, a striking red title caught my eye: "After Marriage, I Finally Rediscovered My Former Love and Excitement," with the word "excitement" bolded and enlarged. Intrigued, I clicked on it and slowly browsed through it.

It was a man recounting his marriage and the "seven-year itch," his confusion about love turning into familial affection, his lukewarm feelings for his wife's body, and his sex life as mundane as paying a bill.

In short, the once romantic love couldn't withstand the erosion of time. As two people who had been together for a long time gradually became transparent to each other, with no secrets, and nothing new remained. Familiarity became like holding one's own left hand with one's right—no feeling, no passion.

This fatal familiarity, especially after having children, and the shift in focus, completely destroyed any remaining romance between them. Although he occasionally tried to create surprises and romance for himself and his wife, he could never recapture the feeling of courtship.

He even posted photos of his wife in the thread—no explicit nudity or seduction, just ordinary everyday pictures.

Frankly, from my perspective as an outsider, his wife was actually quite pretty and maintained a good figure. To an outsider, she would be a very attractive sexual object. But all of this was utterly meaningless to him.

Finally, he found a solution.

"Wife swapping!!!" He recounted in detail every step of his journey from initial exposure to wife swapping to fantasizing about it, and finally putting it into practice. He even described the sexual scenes, actions, and details of their wife swapping encounters in great detail.

For some reason, when I read his description of witnessing his wife being wantonly loved by another man while swapping wives, combined with his inner feelings and the detailed descriptions of the events, a surge of heat welled up inside me. My lower body quickly became erect.

I imagined what it would be like if Si were in such a situation… Just then, Si suddenly walked in. I frantically closed the webpage, looking at Si slowly approaching with a panicked expression, like a thief caught red-handed at a crime scene.

Si didn't notice my panic, tidying her hair, came to my side, leaned down, and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

"Honey, come with me for a walk, okay? Staying at home is so boring." After saying that, she kissed my temple.

"Okay, okay. I'll go change, wait for me." I stood up, turned off the computer, and quickly left the room, letting out a long sigh. My heart was still pounding.

I went out with Si to the park near our home for a walk.

Watching Si walk happily ahead, her skirt fluttering with each light step, I saw her wearing a pair of low-heeled stilettos, adorned with pale pink paint, her ten translucent toes peeking out playfully. My gaze followed her feet upwards, to her long, shapely legs, her round, full buttocks, her slender waist, and then she turned back to me with a smile.

"Honey, walk faster! You're so slow, like an old man." "Oh." I quickened my pace, putting my right arm around Si's waist, and we walked side by side.

Had I lost interest in Si's body? No, not at all. Even now, I was still captivated by Si's voluptuous and graceful figure. Those shy, whimpering moans, those alluring glances, that tender, adoring expression—everything about them stirred my heart. They captivated me, they mesmerized me.

And…what about later? I don't know.

Chapter Five: What is Swapping—The First Flame of Desire

Back home, after a quick wash, we embraced and fell onto the bed.

After the usual tender moments, Si drifted off to sleep. But I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Remembering the post I hadn't finished reading, I got up, put on my robe, and went to the study.

Turning on the computer, I lit a cigarette and found the post about wife-swapping.

Skipping the descriptions of the sexual scenes, at the end of the post, this once-confused man spoke of marriage, of…sex and love.

For so many years, we have stubbornly categorized sex as a form of expression of love; the unity of sex and love is the unity of spirit and flesh. We stubbornly believe that this kind of love is perfect.

Because marriage is a product of private ownership, and also the most direct manifestation of private possession. This includes the ownership of sexual relations between spouses, a right that no one else can intrude upon.

The union of husband and wife, both legally and psychologically, provides both parties with a sense of security and belonging. Emotion is the vehicle and framework supporting this relationship, and sex is the channel for communication within this framework. Finally, through the constraints of human ethics and morality, sex is confined within this framework, allowing no transgression whatsoever.

But why can't we view sex like eating, dressing, sleeping, going to work, traveling, and so on—just another aspect of daily life? As long as we steadfastly love each other, why can't we freely enjoy the process of sex? While monogamy can provide a sense of security, the lack of competition can lead to a gradual loss of interest and aesthetic fatigue after the initial novelty wears off. This

loss of passion causes couples to gradually lose their initial enthusiasm and engagement with each other's bodies. Is this true sexual harmony? How many divorces stem from disappointment with a monotonous life and a lack of physical attraction between spouses? Why can't we prevent this from happening?

Everyone has a psychological need for novelty and stimulation. If both partners can relinquish their inhibitions in sex and, while deeply loving each other, allow their bodies to experience ultimate pleasure, why can't this create a slight sense of loss, using the potential for separation to rekindle the passion that once existed between them? A renewed sense of mutual understanding, communication, and attraction revitalized a marriage that had been as barren as a tomb of love, strengthening its bond. Isn't this exactly what we yearn for? Why not?

...After reading the entire post, I was drenched in sweat.

Although I knew it was wrong, I didn't know how to refute it. Instead, a deep-seated desire within me seemed to awaken, slowly spreading throughout my body. Like someone possessed, I frantically pondered this question.

The separation of sex and love—was that possible? Shouldn't my wife's body belong only to me? Why did the thought of Si being beneath someone else make me tremble with excitement? Was I enjoying this feeling?

Could I bear to see Si being penetrated by another man? Would I let another man enjoy Si's exquisitely beautiful body?

Why...why not?

Chapter Six: Unresolved and Unsolvable

For the next few days, I felt as if I had been seriously ill. Every day I feel dazed and confused, sometimes foolish, sometimes excited, sometimes ashamed, sometimes euphoric.

A feeling I can't quite describe constantly haunts me. I admit, I'm seriously considering the possibility of wife-swapping. Because I need excitement. Because I'm starting to feel confused by my monotonous life.

Before, although I occasionally felt depressed and frustrated, I could never find the reason. Now I realize I need to find a way to break this stagnant, lifeless existence. But what about Si?

Si has also noticed that something's wrong with me. Although I told her it wasn't because I was sick, she still nags me several times a day to go to the hospital for a checkup.

Every day when I come home from work, there's always a bowl of nourishing herbal soup on the table. Although I don't want to drink it, I always succumb to her worried and concerned gaze and drink it all in one gulp. Only then will she feel at ease.

You see, to make these nourishing soups, she specifically went home to learn how to cook them from her mother, and then ran all over the surrounding markets and pharmacies to find the necessary ingredients. Under Si Yin's earnest gaze, I felt even more ashamed.

Although I constantly blamed myself, the thought that had once arisen wouldn't dissipate.

I'm not easily swayed, but the novel arguments in that post seemed to have planted a seed in my heart. Instead of fading away, it grew stronger with time, until it filled every corner of my soul.

After two months of agonizing torment, I finally tried to contact the author of that post. I even resolved that if there was no response, I would let it go, bury it deep in my memory, and never mention it again.

But as it turned out, my self-deception was utterly ridiculous.

A few days later, he sent me a QQ number. When I trembled as I added him as a friend, I knew an unknown door had opened, and I was about to fall into an abyss from which there was no return. At that moment, driven by my inner desires, I couldn't stop.

Chapter Seven: My Desire to Go Mad

His online name was "Contemplation." After adding each other as friends, it was obvious that this was a secondary account; mine had also been created not long ago.

Because we had some initial communication in previous posts, after a brief greeting, we got straight to the point without any unnecessary small talk. I told him about my shared confusion and asked some simple questions about wife-swapping. He answered them all sincerely. Of course, since it was our first meeting, we didn't discuss anything too deep.

Not long after, he went offline because he had something to do. I also deleted all chat history and login information and shut down my computer. I felt a little relieved because I had confided my long-hidden secret to someone for the first time.

For a while afterward, I frequently had similar conversations with "Contemplation." The topics weren't limited to wife-swapping; we also talked about interesting things in life and our respective opinions on various matters. It was like chatting with a regular online friend. Over time, a preliminary trust was built.

Later, because of my curiosity, he began to tell me more about the beginning and end of his wife-swapping journey, including how he came into contact with wife-swapping and his communication with his wife. From his wife's initial strong opposition to her gradual acceptance and finally to the implementation of wife-swapping, it was a long process.

What surprised me most was that they didn't engage in this activity frequently, maybe only two or three times a year. Because they are understanding and communicative with each other, their married life is now very harmonious, and their sex life is also very fulfilling. Furthermore, wife-swapping has given them a significant leap in their understanding and perspective on sex. They often prepare small surprises for each other, both in daily life and in bed.

After hearing his story, I felt a sense of envy and longing.

When I once expressed my own thoughts about wife-swapping, he didn't immediately agree. Instead, he strongly urged me to think it over carefully, to consider whether my life was truly necessary, and to think about my wife's personality and capacity to cope.

After all, wife-swapping would be a huge shock and a radical change for a family, both in terms of emotional foundation and life values.

Although I admit that Si and I still maintain a very happy and loving relationship. However, blinded by desire, I was eager to experience the novelty and excitement of wife-swapping, deliberately ignoring the consequences.

Because of my persistence, Chensi finally agreed to tell me some of their rules.

First and foremost, the woman's wishes must be fully respected. If she disagrees, no action can be taken against her will, and the use of force is strictly prohibited—this is the bottom line. Respect for each other's privacy is crucial; if one party doesn't want to disclose information, they shouldn't pry, but must be honest about their health condition. The man must be a gentleman, fully respecting and caring for the woman, and must not harm her body or use methods that make her uncomfortable. After the activity ends, if the other party doesn't wish to continue, they shouldn't pester her. If there are children, it's strictly forbidden to disclose any wife-swapping-related topics to them. Financial transactions are strictly prohibited.

Regarding my request for help on how to persuade my wife, Chensi said he couldn't help. However, he offered a few suggestions: increase her sexual desire, increase her tolerance, and explain wife-swapping clearly and explicitly, blurring the lines between sexuality and morality. Most importantly, honesty is essential.

His suggestions left me bewildered and somewhat at a loss. First of all, I didn't know how to bring up such a topic with Si, who loves me so deeply. I could almost picture her terrified expression and her intense reaction.

My husband suggested that I gradually expose my wife to more open sexual ideas in our daily life, starting with AV movies, novels, and verbal teasing during sex. We could then openly discuss these topics when the time was right.

Chapter Eight: Do You Still Love Me?

For a long time afterward, I slowly changed my sex life, becoming bolder and more intense.

My verbal teasing and stimulation also became increasingly explicit. Si seemed oblivious to all of this.

In our daily life, I started sending Si some erotic novels that weren't too outrageous. Si would always call me a pervert, and whether she actually watched them, I didn't know. However, every time I played AV movies at home, I would force Si to hold me in my arms and watch with me. At first, she would struggle violently to break free and cover her eyes. But the glimpses of her eyes through her fingers still reflected her curiosity.

Later, as it happened more often, Si gradually accepted this unreasonable arrangement, and every time she would blush just like me. At these times, we would embrace and roll onto the bed together. Sometimes we would even try out positions and poses from movies, and Si didn't seem to mind too much.

I noticed that Si was incredibly sensitive at these times. Before I could even make a move, the love juice flowing from her delicate little pussy would already soak her sexy or cute panties.

When I looked at Si with surprise, holding her wet panties, her face flushed like she was drunk, her shy expression, and her expectant eyes all revealed her burning desire.

Until one day a few months later.

On the large Simmons bed, Si's long hair was loose, her face buried deep in the blankets, making indistinct "mmm ahh" sounds. I held Si's round, perky buttocks, my penis thrusting in and out of her vulva, which was split open like a ripe pomegranate, accompanied by the waves of her breasts and buttocks with each violent impact, while I uttered vulgarities.

Although Si was disgusted by the lewd words I uttered during sex. But as time went on, I could only helplessly accept it, and even unintentionally mentioned the strange pleasure and excitement it brought.

With the continuous thrusting, with Si's melodious moans, with Si's naked body swaying before me, radiating a holy light, with the smooth touch of her swaying breasts in my hands, with the explosive pleasure constantly surging through me,

I was about to reach the peak of lust.

"Ah... wife, I'm going to fuck you to death, ah... fuck you to death... fuck your tender cunt raw... I'm going to shoot in your mouth, shoot on your face, shoot all over your body." Si's hot little cunt suddenly tightened. The continuous moans seemed to grow louder and louder.

"Ah... ah... wife, you're so beautiful, let other men fuck you too, you have such a good body, let them shoot into your body too, ah... wife, many people want to fuck you, let them fuck you, okay?" Hearing this, Si beneath me suddenly began to struggle violently, trying to break free from my hands. But I held her buttocks firmly under my thrusts. Stimulated by the strange words I'd just heard, I finally couldn't hold back any longer, thrusting rapidly a few times, my body's heat bursting forth, ejaculating.

With a loud scream from Si, her vagina contracted rapidly, and I could clearly feel streams of hot fluid dripping onto my glans. Si had also climaxed.

This double stimulation sent shivers down my spine, a wave of dizziness washing over me, and my body slowly leaned forward.

Si, still reeling from her orgasm, was also powerless, letting my body press tightly against her smooth, bare back. My penis, clad in a raincoat, slowly slid out of Si's engorged and swollen vulva. In the room filled with the scent of debauchery, we breathed heavily.

A moment later, Si, recovering first, pushed me away forcefully, pulling the blanket over her naked body.

Her eyes, filled with shock, suspicion, disappointment, and confusion, stared at me intently, on the verge of tears.

I opened my mouth, but didn't know what to say. I didn't even dare to look at Si, only turning my head away, staring blankly into the distance, my mind a jumbled mess.

"Husband, what are you saying? What's wrong with you? Don't talk nonsense. I'm your wife." "Wife...I..." "I don't know what's wrong, husband, you've changed so much in the last six months, sometimes I can't even believe it's the same you. I'm so scared, husband, what's wrong with you?" A clear tear slid down Si's cheek.

Amid Si's confusion, I decided to tell her everything.

From that post, to my growing weariness with my monotonous life, to my conversations with Si, and finally to some changes in our lives. I recounted everything to Si's incredulous gaze.

"Husband, don't you love me anymore? Aren't we happy? Please, don't scare me, husband." I was speechless, awaiting Si's judgment.

"No, honey, I'm yours, I'm yours! How could you let me be bullied by others? Why is this happening? Honey, we have a good life, I love you so much. Honey, I don't want you like this, I'm scared." Si threw herself into my arms, crying.

"Honey, if I've done anything wrong, if I've done anything wrong, tell me, and I'll change. You like new things, I'll wear lots and lots of pretty clothes for you. You like traveling, so let's go on trips, wherever you want to go, I'll go with you. I'll do whatever you want, okay? Please, honey, don't do this. I'm so scared, don't leave me, honey." My impulsive actions terrified Si, who thought I was abandoning her, and tears streamed down her face, instantly soaking my chest.

"How could I abandon you? How could I possibly abandon you? I'm sorry, wife, I'm sorry, don't cry, baby, I was wrong, I..." Holding Si tightly, I didn't know what to do. My heart was filled with guilt, and even a faint... loss.

Si seemed not to hear me, still murmuring softly, her body trembling slightly.

Slowly, Si fell asleep in my arms. Her hands were still tightly holding me, her brows slightly furrowed, her long eyelashes, still wet with tears, trembled rapidly every now and then, as if she might suddenly wake up.

Looking at Si's beautiful face, like a pear blossom in the rain, I felt boundless pity.

There was regret, sadness, confusion, and loss.

That night, I don't know how I fell asleep.

Chapter Nine: A Sudden Realization, A Bewilderment

When I woke up in the morning, Si was no longer in my arms. After a quick wash, I went out of the room. A sumptuous breakfast was already prepared on the table. Si sat at the table, quietly lost in thought. Hearing the sound of me opening the door, she looked up, her face beaming with a radiant smile.

"Honey, you're awake! Come and have breakfast. There's your favorite soy milk and fried dough sticks, and steamed buns. Oh, and I also made some porridge. Just a moment, it'll be ready soon." Although Si tried to smile, I could still see a faint sadness in her eyes.

Mechanically, I went to the table, silent, unsure what to say. The sumptuous breakfast tasted bland. Si, wearing slippers, shuffled from the kitchen with a bowl of lean pork and preserved egg porridge and placed it in front of me. This was one of my usual favorite dishes, but now it held no appeal.

Breakfast was eaten in silence. I noticed Si opened her mouth several times, seemingly about to speak, but ultimately said nothing.

After finishing breakfast, I got ready for work.

Opening the door, I glanced back at Si cleaning up the mess at the table.

"I..." I began, but my voice was hoarse. Hearing the commotion, Si turned around, looking at me with concern.

"Cough cough... I'm going to work." My voice was low.

"Okay, drive carefully." I turned and walked out the door, closing it gently behind me.

In a daze, I didn't notice Si, who was about to give me her usual farewell kiss, staring blankly as I closed the door. Si's worries, grievances, and fear finally burst forth. She gripped the corner of the desk and slowly slumped to the floor, sobbing softly.

At that moment, sitting in the spacious, bright office, I felt incredibly oppressed. I had absolutely no motivation to work. I made up an excuse about meeting a client, said goodbye to the manager, and drove off, wandering aimlessly. When it was

time to leave work in the afternoon, I drove straight home.

I opened the door; it was quiet, and Si wasn't there. Maybe she hadn't left work yet, I thought.

About an hour later, Si still hadn't returned home, and I started to feel something was off. At this time usually, Si would already be busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.

I dialed Si's number, but the moment the call connected, I awkwardly realized I'd suddenly forgotten how to address her, unsure how to begin.

"Honey?"

Si's voice was soft, a little uncertain because of my silence.

"I'm home, wait a bit, I'll be right back." So she was at her mother's house.

"Okay, be careful on the road." I mechanically hung up, feeling utterly defeated, unsure how to face the woman who loved me so deeply.

About half an hour later, Si returned.

"Are you starving? I'll cook, you can watch TV for a bit, it'll be ready soon." Si turned and went into the kitchen.

Watching her beautiful figure bustling about in the kitchen, I really wanted to hug her tightly, tell her how much I loved her, tell her my regret. But I hesitated, afraid that speaking would only hurt her again.

After dinner, we each went about our own business. She tidied the room, while I aimlessly browsed the web in the study.

It wasn't until Si urged me that I slowly got up to wash up, then lay down on the bed and pretended to sleep. A little while later, I felt a sway beside me; Si had also gotten into bed. But she was positioned a little far from me. What was she afraid of?

I pretended to be asleep. A moment later, Si slowly moved closer to me, her head gently resting on my chest.

A fresh, clean scent of her bath wafted over.

Neither of us spoke, just lay there quietly, slowly falling asleep.

Before, I could only fall asleep peacefully by holding Si's soft, fragrant body tightly. But now, I dared not.

Chapter Ten: I Am Yours

The days passed quietly, and neither of us mentioned that night again.

Although we were both trying to forget, it was as if a thin film separated Si and me; I could no longer feel the intimacy of the past.

I was heartbroken over the hurt I had caused Si, often sitting alone in the study, unsure how to make amends for my mistake.

Si, on the other hand, was extremely sensitive during this time, like a wounded little rabbit. Sometimes even the slightest noise could startle her. I often saw her sitting alone, lost in thought, seemingly pondering something.

Watching her, I felt helpless. I felt immense guilt and remorse for hurting Si with my own dark thoughts. Every time I wanted to go to her, hug her, comfort her, apologize, and beg for her forgiveness, I always backed down at the last moment. I was afraid. I could hardly bear to imagine how Si viewed me after that night. My ugly face was laid bare before her. Would she hate me? Would she still love me? Would she leave me?

Although she didn't show it in daily life, still caring for me with meticulous tenderness, every time she sat there expressionless and lost in thought, it filled me with dread. Her smiles became fewer and fewer. This once warm family was growing colder and colder. And the culprit behind all this was me.

My despondency and daily melancholy gradually began to affect my work. My manager called me into his office several times, asking if something had happened at home and offering me a leave of absence to sort things out. I refused them all, what could I do? What should I do? This is all my own fault.

Back home, I don't know when it started, but Si and I became awkwardly polite, both trying to force a smile for each other. The harmony at home was gone.

I sat alone in the living room watching TV. Si seemed distracted today, almost breaking dishes several times. The rice was also a bit burnt.

Dinner was conducted in silence again. Si picked at the rice in her bowl, not picking up any food. Unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere, I quickly finished my meal, put down my chopsticks, and went to the study. I didn't notice Si watching my back, silently shedding tears.

In this past month, Si has cried more times than in all the time we've been together.

But, all when I couldn't see.

Still in silence, we went about our own business. Slowly, it was time for bed.

I don't know when it started, but we began sleeping back to back on opposite sides. Intimacy, I don't know how long it's been since we made love.

In the awkward silence, I felt a rustling behind me. Then, Si gently wrapped her arms around my waist from behind.

"Husband, I'm sorry..." I knew what was coming would eventually happen. I remained silent, my heart aching as I silently awaited what was to come.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If... if you really want to change... then I agree." The voice behind me was almost inaudible.

Wait, something's not right!

Who wrote this messed-up script? What on earth happened? I was bewildered, unable to believe what I was hearing.

"Husband, please, don't abandon me, don't leave me. I'm scared, I don't know what to do." I slowly turned around, staring blankly at Si.

Si looked at me with teary eyes, her arms tightening around my waist.

"I agree, I really agree. Honey, I'm scared. Every time you sigh and smoke in the study, it scares me so much. I'm afraid you'll leave one day and never come back. I'm afraid you won't want me anymore. I can only feel at ease when you come home. But when you're home, you feel so distant." Si misunderstood me. She misunderstood that I was angry with her because she didn't agree to wife-swapping, that I didn't want her anymore.

I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. I was relieved that Si didn't hate me, and I was amazed by the depth of her love for me. However, most of all, I was overjoyed by Si's agreement.

The thought that I had given up on seemed to come back to life, filling every corner of my heart once again.

"You...really...agree?"

"Yes, I agree. As long as you're happy, I agree...Will you not want me, honey?" Si looked at me timidly, her eyes filled with fear, as if she would hear my rejection at any moment.

"How could this be? How could this be? I love you so much, my wife, how could I not want you!" In the face of pure thoughts, I, so despicable and wretched, appear so insignificant.

"Love me, husband, love me, I want you, I'm yours." Because the knot in my heart had been untied, and because my previously hopeless dream of wife-swapping had suddenly found a glimmer of hope, an unprecedentedly strong desire erupted within me. I

swiftly stripped off Si's thin nightgown, along with all my own clothes. I passionately kissed every inch of Si's skin, teasing her sensitive spots. Once Si's vagina began to moisten, I impatiently thrust in.

"Ah..." Amidst Si's long-absent, soft moans, we were once again intertwined.

I thrust wildly, and Si responded without reservation. At that moment, we felt so harmonious. The feeling of being needed was so beautiful. This time, our sex was more exhilarating than ever before.

I can't remember how many times I took Si's body before we fell asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter Eleven: If Love

The next day, I woke up still somewhat disoriented. I was afraid that everything from the previous night was just a beautiful dream.

Opening the door, I saw Si placing two bowls of porridge on the dining table. Upon seeing me, she smiled sweetly and told me to hurry up and wash up so we could have breakfast. Only then

did I dare to believe it wasn't a dream; Si really was back, and there was even a slight change in her.

Excitedly, I kissed her soft, delicate lips, only to be pushed away by Si.

While I was still stunned, Si playfully complained, "Ugh, you're so annoying! You haven't even rinsed your mouth yet, it smells awful!" She then waved her hand in front of her nose, as if there was a real odor.

I laughed heartily; my warm home was truly back.

At work, everyone noticed my refreshed appearance. My manager patted me on the shoulder: "Have you taken care of things at home? Now you can focus on your work, right? Do a good job, finish the projects you missed as soon as possible." "Thank you, Manager. I'm sorry for the trouble." The manager waved his hand: "Everyone has their family matters to attend to. It's over now. Get back to work." "Okay." I happily finished my workday and returned home to find the dining table laden with delicious dishes and a bottle of red wine. Si, dressed in a sexy red dress, stood by the table, smiling at me.

Her figure was alluring, her face exquisitely beautiful. Even without drinking, I felt intoxicated.

It had been so long since I'd enjoyed such a cozy dinner.

After dinner, I held Si close as we lay on the sofa watching TV. Looking at Si's pretty profile, my heart skipped a beat.

"Last night, you…"

Si turned her head, covering my mouth, her eyes fixed on me.

"Don't say anything. If… if you still love me, if you're happy, if you won't abandon me, I'll do whatever you say." I was deeply moved and kissed Si's upturned forehead tenderly.

"You look so beautiful today." Hearing my compliment, Si happily stood up and twirled around.

"Does it look good? I bought it especially for you, just for you to see."

"Hehe, it looks even better without it on."

"That's not necessarily true," Si gave me a flirtatious glance, her voice alluring as she whispered, "It looks even better underneath." While I was still stunned, Si giggled and ran back to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Confused, I quickly got up and followed. I

gently opened the door. The room was dimly lit, with only two red candles lit on the bedside tables.

A faint fragrance of ylang-ylang filled the air.

Si sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her long, alluring legs pressed together, her hands nervously churning in front of her stomach. Her head was slightly lowered, her long, flowing, lustrous hair cascading down, obscuring half her face. The dress, taut from her sitting position, clung tightly to her body, outlining her beautiful curves. In the swaying light, she appeared exceptionally mysterious, sexy, and alluringly shy.

She noticed me staring blankly at her without reacting. Si gently raised her head, elegantly brushing a strand of long hair across her forehead, revealing her beautiful face, radiant with shyness.

"Is it pretty?"

"What did you mean when you said it was even prettier inside?" I was still dumbfounded.

"Can't you...come see for yourself?"

Si lowered her head shyly, complaining.

Coming to my senses, I trembled as I walked in. My hand gently touched Si's bare shoulder, smooth to the touch.

"Little vixen, you're going to bewitch me."

"Just for you, okay?"

Si raised her head, her eyes fixed on me with unwavering determination.

"Just for me, just for me." My brain couldn't process it; my hands roamed over Si's body. Every part of her was beautiful, every part ignited my burning desire. I

suddenly lowered my head and captured Si's lightly lip-glossed lips in my mouth. The intense kiss quickly left Si breathless.

From her smooth forehead, tightly closed eyes, straight nose, and flushed cheeks to her slender neck, I kissed my way down. Then I reached her breasts, barely concealed. My hot breath sprayed onto her sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine.

I gently pulled down the thin straps of her dress, letting it slide down her back. Her breasts were revealed before me.

What was that?

Black lace lingerie, just a thin layer of fabric, seemingly hanging lightly on her breasts, with only two thin straps leading to her back. Among the openwork patterns, her rosy nipples were faintly visible. A delicate lace trim ran along the top edge of the lingerie. The mysterious and alluring black contrasted sharply with her white, smooth breasts.

I hastily helped Si up and pulled her dress off. With a soft "Ah!", Si, completely naked, was revealed before me.

Beneath her soft abdomen was a matching thong, the same black lace and sheer fabric, clearly revealing her dark pubic hair. The edge of the panty was less than two fingers wide, and below, her beautiful vulva was covered only by a small piece of sheer fabric, the delicate labia vaguely visible, and clear love juice already flowing out.

Lingerie?!

The intense visual impact left me speechless. My blood boiled, making me dizzy. As if I couldn't breathe, I gasped for air, letting out low growls from my throat.

"Is...is it pretty? I specially went to the mall to buy it today, afraid you wouldn't like the color, and...there's also a white one." "I like it, how could I not like it?" My throat was a little dry, and I swallowed hard. My hands trembled as I covered her firm, perky breasts.

The size was just right for one hand, with a little room to spare. The smooth, soft, and bouncy texture was warm to the touch. I rubbed them vigorously. Si let out a soft moan, biting her lower lip in pain, remaining silent. Her large, watery eyes gazed at me intently and affectionately.

I gently parted the slit, and her nipple playfully peeked out. My mouth quickly met it, my tongue teasing it, occasionally nibbling lightly with my teeth. Si tilted her head back, sighed deeply, and began to moan with unbearable pleasure.

My mouth alternated between licking and teasing her nipples, while my hands moved downwards, parting the thin veil covering her vulva, my fingers easily inserting into her already wet vagina, probing and exploring.

Si's moans grew louder, her body seemingly losing all strength as she leaned back onto the bed. I also removed all my coverings and lay down beside Si. My mouth continued to kiss and lick her tender white skin, while my hands continued to probe and insert into her vagina without stopping.

Waves of pleasure washed over Si's body, her moans of "mmm, ahh" mingling with each breath. Si's hands roamed over my body, finally grasping my already rock-hard penis and stroking it up and down.

I loved Si like this. My lips moved downwards, reaching my wet, glistening vulva, poised to kiss it and shower it with caresses. Suddenly, Si pushed me away and sat up.

To my surprise, she gently pressed me down onto the bed, slowly leaning over me. Her right hand continued to caress my erection, occasionally squeezing and playing with my testicles. Her eyes were alluring as she gazed at me, a beautiful smile curving her lips.

As her head drew closer to my chest, Si extended her long, smooth, jade-like tongue, her gaze meeting mine without wavering. Gradually, her tongue lightly licked my small nipple. It was as if I had teased her, a retaliatory act of revenge. Her tongue teased and licked, accompanied by occasional sucking sounds.

I never imagined that having a man's nipple in my mouth could bring such pleasure. Like a gentle electric current, a ticklish, pleasurable sensation spread throughout my body.

Si's eyes were fixed on my expression, and seeing my obvious enjoyment, she revealed a vengeful smile.

Gradually, Si's body began to move down until she faced my hot, hard penis. As if holding a precious treasure, she gently pressed her face against it, rubbing and murmuring against the bulging veins of my penis. The contrast between her beautiful, dreamy face and the hideous, ugly penis was so striking that I almost ejaculated on her face right then and there.

Si gave me a seductive wink, slowly lowered her head, and gently touched the tip of her tongue to the head of my penis.

As if electrocuted, my body jerked, almost jumping up. Startled, Si rolled her eyes at me, but the allure in her eyes captivated me.

I straightened my penis again, and this time, Si opened her mouth and took the entire head of my penis inside.

I'd had Si perform oral sex on me before, but mostly it was only under my insistence and coercion that she reluctantly agreed.

She never held it for long before spitting it out, citing discomfort.

This time, Si's initiative flattered me.

The head of my penis was being sucked and smacked in Si's mouth, a completely different sensation from the hot touch of her vagina, sending shivers down my spine. A constant tingling and numbness seemed to travel directly from the glans to my heart.

After a while of licking and sucking, Si slowly opened her mouth, trying to take the entire shaft in, but always leaving a section outside her lips. Several attempts caused Si to gag repeatedly. The head of my penis felt like it was pressed against a soft, tender flesh, tightly gripped. Was this deep throat? So good!

Finally, Si had to give up her attempt to take the whole thing in. Her mouth was tightly closed, the penis sandwiched between her fragrant lips. Si's cheeks were deeply sunken as she slowly began to thrust her head, allowing the penis to repeatedly enter and exit her mouth.

With each thrust, the pleasure exploded. Each time the penis emerged from Si's mouth, only the glans remained inside. A powerful suction emanated from Si's mouth, as if it were sucking my very soul away.

A series of intense oral sex sessions washed over my entire body with pleasure. Increasingly unbearable, before I completely lost control, I tried to lift Si's heaving shoulders.

Si looked up, still confused. Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, her hair disheveled and partially obscuring her face, her eyes filled with doubt.

"Are you uncomfortable? I learned this from those movies. I'm so clumsy, did I hurt you? I'll try again, I'll be more careful this time." Si was nervous, afraid of disappointing me.

"No, no, it feels so good, so good, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back and ejaculate in your mouth." "If you want to ejaculate... then ejaculate, I want you to ejaculate in my mouth. Hmm, only you can ejaculate inside." I don't know why Si always emphasizes these things. Maybe it's because she agreed to swap wives with me, she wants to express that her body belongs exclusively to me, even if it's to satisfy my strange lust and be touched by other men, and that some special treatment is something only I can have.

This strange and unusual exclusive right deeply stimulates me, a bittersweet feeling. Thinking that Si's body will be enjoyed by other men, my penis seems to swell up even more.

I didn't show this strange feeling.

"Wife, lie down obediently, I'm going to insert it."

"Mmm."

Si obediently got up, slowly lay down on the bed, her hands wrapped around her knees, her raised legs spread wide open.

"Wife, you're so sexy today."

"Ah...husband, do I look ugly like this?"

"Not at all, you're very beautiful, very alluring." "

Do you like it?" "

I like it, I like it so much."

As she spoke, she didn't even take off Si's thong, but just pushed it aside. I held my glans and rubbed it up and down on Si's tender labia.

"Ugh, husband, don't do this, it hurts so much."

"Where does it hurt?"

"It's, it's right there."

"If you don't say which place, I won't know."

"You...you're bullying me." Her voice was already trembling with tears.

Seeing Si's expression as if she was about to cry, I couldn't bear to tease her anymore.

"Do you want it? Do you want your husband's cock?"

"Yes."

"Then you have to put it in yourself." After hesitating for a moment, Si obediently reached out and touched my penis, slowly guiding the fiery heat to the entrance.

"Husband." As if urging me to hurry up, at the same time, the desire I had been holding back for so long made it impossible for me to dawdle any longer.

I lifted my hips, adjusted slightly, and then thrust in hard.

"Ah... a little gentler, husband, it's too rough, I can't take it," I mumbled, burying my head in my hands and launching a fierce assault.

"Ahhhhhh..."

Si's continuous, intense moans never stopped, and her hands gradually could no longer hold her legs, slowly lowering them.

I reached out and brought her alluring long legs together, raising them above her head. This made Si's vulva even more prominent. Her beautiful buttocks, bulging, received my violent thrusts.

Such intense sex was simply not something Si, with her sensitive body, could handle.

Si's hands gripped the sheets tightly, her head swaying from side to side. Her pair of beautiful, hill-like breasts swayed violently with the collision of our bodies.

"Ahhhhh... umm... ahhhhh..." My mouth kept nibbling back and forth on her closed, beautiful legs and fragrant feet. My adorable toes were sucked into my mouth, my tongue teasing the gaps between them, saliva coating Si's entire sole.

Si's beautiful vagina grew increasingly hot, contracting faster and faster, tightly enveloping my hardness.

After a hundred or so intense thrusts, the accumulated pleasure reached its peak.

"Wife...I'm going to...cum."

"Cum...ah...cum, um...I want you um...cum inside, ah...it's safe today..." Si's words were broken and incoherent.

After a few more vigorous thrusts, I could no longer contain my overwhelming desire. My penis plunged deep into Si's flower, and with a roar, I ejaculated thick streams of semen.

The scalding semen shot into her uterus through her flower, and the intense pleasure made Si's eyes roll back, her whole body trembling like she was having a seizure. Si also reached orgasm, and large amounts of vaginal fluid mixed with semen were gushing out of her vagina, soaking a large area of the sheets.

She couldn't even move a finger, and I wasn't much better off.

The intense, exhilarating, and intense lovemaking was exhausting.

I forced myself to get up, pulled the blanket over Si and me, and, not caring about cleaning myself, pulled the equally disheveled Si into a deep sleep.

Chapter Twelve: Standing on the Edge of an Abyss

The next day at work, I tried to contact Chen Si. It had been over a month since I'd seen him, and I wondered if he had already removed me from his friend list.

I logged onto QQ, but Chen Si's avatar was gray; he wasn't online. After a simple message, I started my work.

Around noon, Chensi logged on. Seeing the animated avatar, I felt a surge of excitement.

I opened the chat window, and a simple greeting appeared.

"Hello, I'm here."

"You're finally online! I've been waiting for you."

"What's up?"

"My wife finally agreed to wife swapping."

"Oh? Really? Tell me, how did she agree?"

"Following your advice, I started exploring her sexuality. When the time was right, I explained wife swapping to her in detail. At first, she was very resistant and firmly disagreed. But she couldn't resist my long and earnest persuasion, and only agreed to try it a couple of days ago." I didn't intend to tell him the specifics; I would keep this experience to myself and never tell anyone.

"Congratulations."

"Actually, I wanted to ask you for help. How do I find a partner for wife-swapping?" "You must be careful when choosing someone. You don't need to know them inside and out, but they must be safe." "Can you introduce me to someone?" "Well, we're so far apart, I can't help you." "I really don't know where to start. Can you help me?" "You don't know what wife-swapping groups are around here, do you?" "No, I've never been in contact with them." "That's true. You need introductions. If you just contact them on your own, they won't believe you." "Yeah, that's why I don't know what to do." "Let me think about it. I'll contact you again when I think of a way. You can also keep an eye out for others, but you must be careful to protect yourself and your wife. It's better not to participate than to risk your own safety." "Okay, I understand." After the chat, I went offline, lost in thought. I felt a little disappointed. I had finally gotten my wife's consent, but I was stuck on the issue of finding a partner, which felt like punching cotton.

A few more days passed, and then things took a turn for the better.

One afternoon, I had just returned to my office after meeting a client. A few moments after sitting down, Chen Si's profile picture started flashing. Clicking on it revealed only one sentence:

"I've found a way."

"What way?" I immediately replied, guessing what method he had found.

"Oh, you're here."

"Yeah, just got back."

"It's like this, there's a guy in our team who's going on a business trip to your area soon, I don't know exactly where. He's planning to bring his wife along, just like a vacation." "And then?" I pressed urgently.

"Think about it first. After you've thought it through, I can help you ask around. But..." "But what?" Hearing the change in Chen Si's tone, I felt a surge of tension.

"It's just that the guy has a history of violations."

"What violations?"

"Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just that sometimes during the activities, he's a bit rough, sometimes against the woman's will." "That's okay, I'll be watching and won't let him do anything too extreme. Could you ask him about it for me?" "Okay. There are a few things I need to tell you first. I don't know about other wife-swapping groups, but our group has some preferential treatment for new couples. For example, if a new couple does their first activity with an older couple, as long as it's not too excessive or against their will, the older couple usually pays the cost. So, if you two reach an agreement, don't be polite with him. Also, don't reveal your contact information before you've agreed on anything; everything should be discussed online." "Okay." "One more thing, you need to be careful. If you or your wife suddenly can't accept it midway through, you can stop the activity as long as you clearly express it. Don't let a game hurt your wife. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand, I love her very much." "That's good, that's all for now." "Goodbye, thank you."

"It's okay, good luck." Things took a new turn, and my heart was filled with excitement.

This time, it didn't take long; two days later, an unfamiliar QQ number requested to add me as a friend.

Looking at the request from someone with the username "Once Confused," I guessed it must be him.

After we added each other as friends, he sent me a greeting first.

"Hello."

"Chen Si introduced me to you. I heard you..."

"Yes, it's me. You're in the same group as Chen Si, right?"

"Yes, we joined earlier than Chen Si."

"Oh."

"Chen Si mentioned you've been interested in this, is that right?"

"Yes, I want to try it out, and my wife agrees."

"Well then, I'll be going to Jiang City on a business trip next Wednesday. I'll bring my wife along, and we can do some sightseeing. We can talk more about it then. By the way, is Jiang City far from where you are?" "Not very far. Jiang City is about 100 kilometers from here, about an hour's drive." "Oh, that's good. Do you have a car? It's like this, because I'm here on business and it's inconvenient for me to leave, could you drive here yourself?" "Sure, I'll contact you then." "Okay, goodbye." "Goodbye." Not being in my city is exactly what I wanted. I also thought this kind of thing would happen in an unfamiliar city; if it were in a familiar place, it would feel very awkward.

Everything went smoothly. On Tuesday, I received an offline message from "Once Confused."

"We're arriving by plane tomorrow night, and we've booked the Jiang City International Hotel. We're free Thursday afternoon; we'll wait for you at the hotel's teahouse around 2 PM. Just come directly there; the address is next to Jiang City People's Park." Along with the message was a photo.

Opening it revealed a picture taken in an unnamed scenic area. It showed a man around 40 years old, probably about my height. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, clearly well-maintained. His physique was still quite good, slightly robust, unlike some other middle-aged men who had long since developed a large belly. He had a refined appearance, bright eyes, and thin, slightly pursed lips. He exuded an aura of authority. He must have been a handsome man in his youth. It was surprising that such a person would be described so crudely by "Confused."

Beside him was a woman around 30 years old, quite attractive, with delicate makeup.

Her lips curled slightly, carrying a hint of allure. Her clothes were very fashionable, and her chestnut hair was likely highlighted. She had a stunning figure, with a wasp waist and ample breasts. While her legs weren't as long and slender as Si's, they were still my type. Overall, she was a captivating and alluring young woman who would turn heads on the street.

Chapter Thirteen: Are Hua Ge and Ting Jie finally going to make it happen?

Time flies, it's Thursday.

"Honey, I might be home a little late tonight, I have something to do." "Oh, perfect, I'm going to my mom's today, she hasn't been feeling well lately, I'm thinking of taking her to the hospital. Are you coming home for dinner?" Si said, straightening my collar as she spoke.

"No, don't wait for me, you guys eat."

"Okay, drive carefully, be safe on the road, goodbye, honey." Si gently kissed my lips, giving me her final words of advice.

"Goodbye." Arriving at the company, I was preoccupied with something, my mind completely elsewhere. I barely made it through half the day, and as noon approached, I quickly packed up and left the company.

I had already taken half a day off yesterday. I grabbed a quick bite on the way and drove straight onto the highway to Jiang City.

I arrived in Jiang City around 2 PM. Following the navigation, I found the Jiang City International Hotel, asked for directions to the teahouse, and parked in front of it.

I checked the time, it was almost 2:30 PM.

Entering the teahouse, I passed a large screen and arrived at the main hall. The tea room, decorated in a grand yet rustic style, had seats scattered about, each separated by lush green plants.

There weren't many people in the tea room. Looking around, I easily spotted the woman from the photo, sitting facing me not far from the entrance.

I quickly walked over and went to their seat. Only this beautiful young woman sat quietly, playing on her phone, with two cups of tea on the table, but the "once-bewitched" woman was nowhere to be seen.

Sensing my approach, the young woman looked up at me with a puzzled expression.

"Hello, I was introduced by Chen Si. I'm here to meet you today." "Oh, we've been waiting for you. Please sit down." Her voice was soft, with a touch of coquettishness.

Before I could even sit down, a man approached us.

"Honey, he's here." Looking up, it was indeed the "once-bewitched" woman from the photo. She wore the same gold-rimmed glasses, her hair was short, and she wore a casual shirt—the fabric looked very high-quality. She was refined and energetic.

"Hello, hello, I've been waiting for you for ages." Before I could even speak, he extended his hand, greeting me warmly.

"Sorry, I'm not very familiar with the route, that's why I was delayed."

I shook his hand lightly; his fingers were long, his grip was strong, and his palm felt warm.

"Please sit down, what would you like some tea?"

"No, I don't usually drink tea, water is fine with me."

"Wan Ting, go get me a glass of water." The charming young woman named Wan Ting obediently stood up and waved towards the bar. Soon, a waiter came over. After Wan Ting whispered a few instructions, a glass of water was placed in front of me in no time.

"Um, are you all free this afternoon?" I asked after thanking the waiter.

"Nothing much this afternoon, quite free. By the way, what should I call you? I can't keep calling you by your online name." "Oh, call me Quan." "I'm older than you, call me Brother Hua. This is my wife, Wanting." "Hello, Sister Ting." "No, no, don't call me sister, it makes me sound old. Just call me Wanting." Sister Ting waved her hand with a coquettish laugh.

I chuckled lightly and didn't say anything.

"Xiao Quan, is this your first time?"

"Yes, I only started doing this last year, and I've always been quite interested." "Oh, you don't look very old. Where's your wife?" Brother Hua asked.

"My wife and I are classmates."

"Ha, college classmates? These days, couples who stay together after college are extremely rare. Isn't it often said that graduation is the end of the relationship?" "We've always had a good relationship, and we got married two years after graduation." "How did you two come up with the idea of changing partners? Logically, this should be the sweet time of your marriage. Unlike us, we only started thinking about this after being married for a long time." "You know, sometimes life gets boring, and you want to seek some excitement. I'm not a very idle person, and life has been very bland since we got married, which makes me feel like something is missing. Now that things are like this, I don't know what to do when that seven-year itch comes. How should I put it, I just want a change, yes, a change." "Although our starting points are different, I can understand your feelings. For couples like us, after being together for a long time, it's like a pair of magnets that have been attracted to each other for many years. The magnetism slowly disappears, the attraction is gone, and the magnets will separate.

After that, no matter what, you can't put them back together. Actually, time is scary; it changes so much." I deeply agree with Hua Ge's philosophical words.

Then, Hua told me about his experiences with wife-swapping. There wasn't much explicit content; his words were witty and humorous, frequently eliciting giggles from Sister Ting, who was watching our conversation with a smile, and she playfully punched Hua's shoulder.

I chuckled softly as well.

The entire meeting was pleasant until about five in the afternoon. Hua's cheerful and talkative nature, Sister Ting's charming smile—I had a very good impression of this couple and gradually felt more confident.

Before saying goodbye, we exchanged contact information and set the meeting time for Sunday. I took my leave after his warm invitation to dinner.

Chapter Fourteen: Si's Laughter and…

When I got home, it was already past seven, and Si hadn't returned yet.

After a simple bowl of noodles, I sat in the living room with my legs up, watching TV while waiting for Si.

Around eight-fifteen, I heard the soft click of a key outside the door. A moment later, Si opened the door and came in. She was carrying a black plastic bag, the contents of which I couldn't tell.

Watching Si's beautiful figure bending over to change her shoes, a sudden surge of heat welled up inside me. I quickly stepped forward and hugged this charming woman from behind.

"Ah, honey, be careful, I'm carrying soup." "What kind of soup?" "A nourishing soup I made for Mom today. I made extra, because you work so hard every day, you need to nourish yourself regularly." "Oh, is it because you work hard? Or is it because you're working hard somewhere else?" I grinned mischievously, my hands groping Si's chest.

"You're so annoying."

Si gently pulled away from my embrace. She put the bag she was carrying on the table, turned around, and went into the kitchen to get a small bowl.

"Here, drink it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold." I took it and drank it all in one gulp, it had a faint herbal taste. I gently placed the bowl on the table and hugged Si's slender waist again.

"See, you've nourished yourself, shouldn't you move around a bit to improve absorption, so it's not wasted?" "All you do is think about these naughty things all day." Si rolled her eyes playfully and prepared to take the soup bowl into the kitchen.

Amidst Si's soft cries, I hoisted her up and carried her quickly towards the bedroom.

"Wait a minute, honey, wait a minute, let me take a shower, okay? I'm dirty." "No, my wife smells wonderful even without washing." "Ugh, so annoying..." Si patted my back with both hands, but the force was like a tickle.

After the storm had passed, Si nestled in my arms, panting, her face flushed.

Gently holding Si's soft body, after a short rest, I remembered my promise to Hua Ge.

"Wife, let's go to Jiang City on Sunday."

"Okay, sure."

Si snuggled closer to me lazily, "It's been so long since I've gone out." "A friend is coming along, he... he's traveling with his wife." I could clearly feel Si's body tremble in my arms.

Si didn't look up, shifting her body slightly away.

"Then...him...do I know him?"

"No, he's from the online introduction. He's from the north, a man on a business trip. Today...I met them in Jiang City. They're nice, very welcoming." "You...really want to go? Honey, I'm a little scared." Si looked up at me, her large eyes filled with tears, her expression somewhat lost.

"Don't be afraid, baby, they're all very nice. You'll know once you meet them." Si didn't say anything more, and we quietly embraced, slowly falling asleep.

The next day, Si looked somewhat haggard, clearly having slept poorly the night before. She seemed a little dazed, often lost in thought.

I didn't know how to comfort her, because it all stemmed from my selfishness.

After work, as soon as I entered the house, I heard the clatter of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. Si was preparing dinner.

"You're back. Go wash your hands, dinner will be ready soon." Seeing me return, Si brushed the hair covering her forehead, showing no sign of anything amiss.

"Wife, you..."

"What's wrong? Is something the problem?"

Si asked, puzzled.

"Oh, nothing. What delicious food did you make? Let me see."

Saying that, she reached out and picked up a piece of stir-fried mushrooms and meat from the plate and put it in her mouth. It was delicious.

"Ah, go, go, wash your hands first. Look at how greedy you are."

"Wife's cooking is good, just like the chefs in those big restaurants." I gave her a thumbs up and praised her.

"No way, haha, a master chef, please. Let's get ready to eat." Hearing me praise her, Si was a little shy but looked very happy.

After dinner, I hugged Si and watched TV.

"Honey, tomorrow is Saturday, will you go out with me?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"Let's go to Xiaoluogou. I heard from a friend that it's very beautiful and the scenery is great. I've always wanted to go." The place Si mentioned was a bit far, west of our city.

"That place is a bit far. One day might not be enough. It will take a long time to get there. Let's forget about it." "We can stay there at night. I heard there are fireflies there at night. I want to see them." Si looked at me with pleading in her eyes. Thinking of Jiang City, located to the west and east of Xiaoluogou, and on the opposite route, I understood somewhat.

"Wife, you...don't want to go, right?"

"No, I just...I'm scared, husband." As if afraid I would misunderstand, Si quickly interjected.

"What are you afraid of? I'm still here, I'll be with you." "Husband, do you still love me?" "Of course I love you, how could I not love you? You will always be the woman I love most." "I'm scared, I'm scared that...that after, you won't want me anymore, you'll despise me. I'm so scared, I'm scared what I'll do without you." Si leaned her head into my chest, sobbing softly.

"Silly girl, don't think like that, we'll always be together, forever." "Love me, husband, I want you to love me, right now, right here." Si raised her tearful eyes, gazing at me tenderly, and said firmly.

Without any more words, I buried my head and kissed Si's red lips...That night, we made love until one o'clock in the morning. Si was more persistent than ever before. Even though she was too exhausted to speak, she kept demanding more, responding to my thrusts. Her lips kissed my face and body in a daze. Gradually, her almost inaudible moans grew weaker and weaker, until finally, she fell into a deep sleep, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes.

The next morning at 9 a.m., when I opened my eyes, Si was playfully tickling my nose with the end of her hair. Realizing I was awake, she quickly stopped.

"Honey, you're awake. Let's go to the amusement park today. It's been built for ages, and I've never been before," Si said with a coquettish smile.

"Okay, let's go see."

"Then get up quickly, you lazybones."

Si rose lightly, her beautiful body exposed naked before me.

Reaching out, I grabbed a handful of her white breasts, and Si screamed and turned away.

"You rascal, get up! The sun's already high in the sky!"

Si quickly put on her thin silk nightgown, turning her head to give me a disdainful look. Ah, the myriad of emotions in that look were beyond words.

That day, I accompanied Si to the amusement park, where we had a wonderful time. Si laughed like a child; I hadn't seen her so happy in a long time.

Eating ice cream cones, we played and joked among the crowd.

Si stopped in front of a ride called "Soaring High." It was a ride that lifted people high into the air, then rapidly descended and rose again, repeating this cycle. Si seemed very interested, standing there with a slight smile playing on her lips, watching enviously as people went up and down amidst screams.

"Want to try it?" I urged.

"No, it's too thrilling,"

Si said timidly, shrinking back.

"What are you afraid of? I'll go with you."

"I'd rather not, let's go." Reluctantly, I had to give up. As we left, Si kept looking back.

Passing the haunted house, Si pointed to a sign that read "Please do not assault staff" and asked me what it meant.

"This...this must be someone who was scared and instinctively hit the staff member dressed as a ghost. Hahaha, looks like this happens often. Haha..." I burst into laughter after realizing what had happened.

Si laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight, tears streaming down her face.

Later, although I suggested going in to see for herself, Si refused and quickly pulled me away. She's very timid and never watches horror movies; sometimes, even the scariest scenes in movies make her jump into my arms.

Then, we went on many rides.

In front of the carousel, on the Ferris wheel, and while driving the bumper cars, Si's silvery laughter filled every corner of the amusement park.

Dressed in youthful sportswear, Si bounced around like a young schoolgirl. It made me, in my casual clothes, look a bit old-fashioned. A

wonderful day. At the end, I was so tired I collapsed on the ground, but Si still wasn't done. Afterwards, we went to the ocean park, where the beautiful underwater plants and animals were unforgettable.

Back home, we were both so tired we didn't even want to move our fingers. After a quick wash, we went to bed and fell asleep in each other's arms.

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