Shanghai Wife Swapping Story

After reading many stories about couples online, I've always had the urge to share my own. After much hesitation and deliberation, today I finally mustered the courage to tell my family story.

My family lives in Pudong, Shanghai. My wife and I were classmates in university, both 35 years old this year, and we stayed in Shanghai after graduation. My wife is a finance manager at a large company. She's 165 cm tall, and childbirth didn't affect her natural figure; she's only slightly heavier than before marriage, weighing 49 kg. My wife isn't exactly beautiful, but she has a very pleasing appearance, a small face, and skin like most Chinese people.

Our married life has been quite uneventful. In university, my wife had many suitors, mainly because she was an excellent dancer. After marriage, she seemed to have little contact with those who had pursued her.

Previously, my wife had a very strong sex drive, but since having children, she seems very passive during sex, only showing interest in the two days before her period. I thought most families lived ordinary lives like ours.

But about two years ago, one summer night, it was already 10:50 PM and my wife still hadn't come home, so I couldn't help but call. She answered after a long pause. I asked her many questions, and she said someone was drunk and she was coming home as soon as she finished.

Around midnight, after she returned home, I noticed she seemed unusually excited, her face flushed.

By then, I was already in bed, and seeing her excited eyes, I couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong today? Did you take the wrong medicine?" My wife just smiled and ignored me.

After she showered and returned to the room, she simply said to me, "Don't be crazy, I'm the same as always!" My wife lay down beside me, and when I naturally hugged her, it seemed she wasn't rejecting me today.

"Gently, don't rush!" my wife said. But I could clearly feel that my wife was already wet down there, something that usually takes me a long time to achieve.

"What's wrong today?" I asked softly after penetrating my wife. She didn't answer, only spreading her legs wider.

Soon after, her face turned pale, and she reached orgasm.

During the break, I asked her, "Something must have happened to you today. Did you run into a past suitor?" "Nothing!" she said firmly.

"Then why are you so excited today?" I asked again, but she remained silent.

After a while, she whispered against me, "You really want to know?" "Yes!" I replied.

"I'll tell you, but you can't get angry," she said.

Actually, as soon as she said that, I became nervous, worried about what might have happened to her that night. But despite this, I pretended to be casual and replied, "We're an old married couple, what can't we talk about?" She hesitated for a moment, looked at me, and said very softly, "Tonight, the boss at work drank too much because he signed a very big contract." "Tell me!" I urged.

"At first, after we finished drinking, the boss invited them to karaoke. You know, I usually don't go to these kinds of events. If I hadn't prepared the documents, I wouldn't have gone today either." My wife glanced at me again and continued, "But you don't know, when we got to the karaoke bar, I was the only woman there; there were five men. Later, the boss told them to call some girls to keep us company, and they called four in. At first, the guests were quite respectful when the girls arrived, but then they ignored me and started touching the girls.

I'm not used to that." I said goodbye to the boss and tried to leave, but he disagreed, saying they could stay in the private room while we went dancing. So, I couldn't resist and went dancing with him. You know our boss, he's only forty this year, and he dances very well, while I haven't danced in years and am a bit rusty.” Hearing this, I asked, “During the dance, did your boss make any inappropriate moves?” “Nothing was wrong! Dancing definitely involves more close contact than usual, and besides, everyone's wearing less clothing in the summer,” my wife continued.

“But…but…” my wife hesitated again.

“Tell me, I want to know all the details of what happened that night, I won't be angry.” My wife seemed to steel herself and continued, “When he was dancing slowly, he touched my back. Because the lights seemed to be completely off, and everyone was pressed tightly together, I could often feel his penis intentionally or unintentionally pressing against my body.” “That's all?” I asked somewhat reluctantly. I asked again, "Where did his thing stick to your body?" My wife gently squeezed my penis and said, "Right where you're inside. He touched other places too, and I couldn't push him away." "Where? Just say it all at once!" At that moment, I felt myself getting hard again. I pulled my wife back a little and inserted my already hard penis into her body.

"Tell me quickly!" I said impatiently.

Then, my wife pounced on me and whispered in my ear.

"When we were dancing slowly, we were initially keeping our distance, but someone accidentally touched us, and we naturally ended up pressed together. At first, his hands were just around my waist, but then one of his hands started stroking my back. When that hand touched the back of my bra strap, it would linger for a long time. At first, I didn't mind, because everyone does that in those kinds of situations. But then, his other hand started getting restless too..." "How so?" I interjected, at which point I realized my penis was painfully hard inside my wife, and I couldn't help but thrust forcefully.

My wife moaned again as I thrust into her, but still spoke haltingly, "His hand behind me was wrapped around my breasts, and his hand in front started squeezing them through my clothes. I told him not to do that, but he ignored me and continued, even kissing my face. You know, the music for slow dances goes on and on, endlessly. Later, I followed him to the innermost corner, where there were already many people, but not a single light." My wife paused, then continued, "After we moved inside, he started putting his hand behind me inside my shirt. I don't know how he unhooked my bra from behind, and then he started groping around inside. And... and he even reached down from my skirt, slipped his hand under my underwear, and touched my buttocks. After I pulled it out, he started touching my breasts directly." "He touched your breasts?" I asked, heartbroken.

"Yeah, he was too strong, I really couldn't do anything about it, and I couldn't argue with him." "So, did he touch you down there?" I asked.

"He wanted to touch me, but I said, 'If you keep doing that, I'm leaving.' So, he didn't continue. Later, he just kept squeezing my breasts, which made me feel so uncomfortable!" "When the slow dance ended, I looked at my watch and it was already 10:30. I said I had to go back. The boss said he would take me back, but I had to settle the tip for the private room first. As for the other expenses, since I was familiar with the place, I could just let him know and settle them tomorrow. So, I waited for him in his car. After a while, he came out after he had made the arrangements." "After you came out, did you come straight back?" I asked sourly.

"I was coming back, but you called me in the car, so he stopped in the woods by the roadside. You were talking so much on the phone. At first, he just looked at me while he was talking, but then, he started touching me again..." "Where did he touch you?" I asked eagerly.

"Where else could he touch? He went straight to the places he couldn't reach before, but I was on the phone with you, and I couldn't make too much noise for you to hear, while I had to deal with him with my other hand. By the time you hung up, his hands had already forcefully spread my legs apart, and... he even put a finger inside." At this point, I was extremely excited by my wife's description and even more eager to know what happened next.

"What happened next?" I asked.

"After hanging up, I forcefully pulled his hand away and told him I wanted to get off the bus and take a taxi home. But he said he didn't mean any harm, that he had always liked me, and maybe he had drunk too much that day and couldn't control his emotions. But unexpectedly, he moved my hand to his...

I was startled, not knowing when he had taken his... but because he was holding my hand tightly, I couldn't get it back. When he pressed my hand on top of him, he told me that he would respect me, but hoped I could help him ejaculate with my hand, saying he was sad. I thought to myself, I myself..." He had already touched me, and if he let go, I could go home immediately, so… so I followed his hand and started stroking his penis.

I don't know why, but he didn't let go after I stroking it for a while, so I just used both hands to help him. Then he said he might have torn it, and just as I was about to ask him to turn on the light so I could see, he ejaculated, getting it all over my clothes and his. Afterwards, he drove me home. When we got out of the car, he tried to kiss me, but I didn't agree. No wonder, when my wife came in, I noticed some wet patches on the front of her clothes.

At that moment, I didn't feel any resentment towards my wife; instead, I felt a thrill I'd never experienced before. The thought of my wife's breasts and private parts being played with by a strange man filled me with a strange excitement.

While making love with my wife, my mind was filled with the fragments of her description. Although I felt a pang of sadness, the stimulation and excitement prevailed.

After we finished again, I couldn't help but ask my wife, "What did you feel when you were touching his thing?" My wife was shy and wouldn't say, but after my repeated questioning, she finally spoke haltingly:

"His thing, because it was dark, I couldn't see it. At first, it felt really big when I touched it, but since he couldn't get it out, after I touched the whole thing, it didn't seem that big. It didn't match his size. For someone that big, that thing should be even bigger." My wife continued, "But his thing is definitely bigger than yours." After she finished speaking, she touched my penis and said, "It should be longer than yours, and the head also seems bigger than yours, but overall it's not as thick as yours when it's erect. And when it's erect, I feel that it's still soft. I really don't know how he has sex with his wife at home." The next morning when I got up, I looked at my still-sleepy, naked wife. Thinking about how my wife had been touched by someone else the night before, I felt really bad, but just thinking about it made my penis hard again. Without realizing it, I lay down again, carefully parted my wife's legs, and easily penetrated her again. Actually, my wife was already awake while I was doing this, but she didn't open her eyes.

In the morning, after everyone got up, my wife asked me, "What if he harasses me again?" At that moment, my mind went blank.

My wife now earns more than ten thousand yuan a month, and it's impossible for her to give up her job because of this. Moreover, although this accidental affair of my wife's was not what I wanted to happen, once it happened, besides the bitterness, I did feel a strange excitement. It had been many years since I had this kind of stimulating and constantly desired feeling when making love with my wife.

I didn't say much, just asked her to avoid being alone with him as much as possible.

A few days passed, and during these days, I made love with my wife almost every day, and my wife's libido suddenly became very strong. We both noticed the changes that brought about.

In a discussion after a passionate encounter, my wife asked me if I would divorce her if she really had a more direct relationship with another man.

"Of course not," I told my wife immediately, but I hoped that if such things really happened to her in the future, she wouldn't invest too much emotion in it, since the children were already so grown up. Actually, it wasn't a huge loss for me, but sometimes when I thought about it, I felt a little uncomfortable. Besides, I also had a lover outside, but since this incident, I had no feelings for her, and my attention had returned to my wife.

So, I asked my wife if her boss at work had been harassing her again. My wife laughed and said, "No!" In fact, the boss was always avoiding her now. She seemed to have seen through the seemingly impressive boss through this incident and really had no feelings for him.

And so, another half a year passed uneventfully, but during this half year, my wife's libido underwent a complete change. When we made love, we often talked about what had happened to my wife.

We had a friend from university who later became a couple, and our family had always been very close. And that male classmate told me after my marriage that he had once had a crush on my current wife. He was 5 centimeters taller than me, standing at 180 centimeters, and looked incredibly strong. Even after so many years since graduation, while we'd both gained weight, he hadn't; his physique was still very muscular. Several times when we went swimming together, I'd seen my wife enviously gaze at his muscles.

His wife used to be in the class next to ours; she was the bandleader. She was about the same height as my wife, maybe a little taller, but she looked fuller and, in my opinion, more feminine. Our two families often took our children on trips, sometimes with other classmates joining us.

I remember one National Day holiday, we planned a road trip to Huangshan for a few days. Since my wife's mother had taken her child back to her hometown in Guangdong, my classmate, thinking their child would be lonely, didn't bring them.

On the way there, everyone joked that his wife was sitting in the front, and he kept wanting to sleep while driving, so it would be better if my wife sat next to him. Since we were all old friends, we all laughed and hit the road. We were driving my company's Buick minivan, which was very spacious and comfortable for long journeys.

My wife sat next to him, while his wife and I sat in the back.

At first, everyone was chatting and laughing in the car, but gradually, his wife said she wanted to sleep. At this point, I jokingly said, "Did you finish your travel plans ahead of schedule last night?" My wife retorted that I was always so irresponsible.

Since his wife kept resting her head on my shoulder after falling asleep, I couldn't resist jokingly telling my classmate that it was his wife who had taken the initiative to lean on me. My classmate always responded with a grin, telling me to take good care of his wife in the back and not to bully her. Because we always joked like this, it didn't seem like a big deal.

Gradually, night fell, and it got dark outside. My wife was still chatting and laughing with him, while I was starting to feel sleepy. When I woke up after a short nap, I heard my wife say to him, "Those two are asleep. They look like a married couple!" I squinted at them for a while. My classmate was still driving intently and said, "They're wide awake when we want to sleep at night." Suddenly, I noticed that my classmate's wife seemed a little cold, so I said, "Turn on the air conditioner. Your wife will catch a cold sleeping like that." But to my surprise, my classmate said, "So you weren't asleep? Turning on the air conditioner in October? Do you think we're crazy?" As he spoke, he threw his coat at me.

So, I carefully draped my coat over my classmate's wife. But soon after, I noticed her hand was on my genitals, making me feel incredibly awkward sitting in the back. So, I gently placed my hand under hers to protect myself. Holding her cold hand, I suddenly had some inappropriate thoughts, and soon my body started to feel something, an erection.

I still can't quite say whether my classmate's wife deliberately squeezed my hand when she leaned against me several times, but I definitely had that feeling.

Finally, we arrived in Huangshan City. We found a restaurant near the hotel to eat. Everyone was exhausted from the long journey, and drinking and eating was definitely the best way to relax. Since we all knew each other very well, we drank quite a bit that night. After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest; it was almost ten o'clock at night.

In our room, after my wife finished showering, she wore the pajamas I'd brought from home and said to me, "You two didn't do anything naughty in the back today, did you?" I said, "No!" My wife chuckled and said, "Your classmate, while driving, put his hand on my thigh several times. I thought it was unintentional, but later I realized he did it on purpose. You men are all the same!" I was shocked: "Really?!" My wife said, "Really!" Having already experienced it before, I was much more tolerant.

My wife continued, "He just put his hand on it, nothing more." I casually retorted, "Did you expect him to go further?" My wife laughed and playfully hit me.

Just then, I heard the phone ring in the room. I answered, and it was my classmate from next door calling, saying that if we didn't want to sleep, since we hadn't finished our liquor and had brought a lot of stuff, we could chat a little longer.

I asked my wife's opinion, and she said, "Sure." My wife asked if I wanted to change clothes; she wasn't wearing a bra. I said, "Whatever!" So we went to their room right away.

Perhaps they didn't expect us to come so quickly, as they didn't even say hello. My classmate opened the door wearing only his briefs. As soon as he saw my wife, he said, "Wait a minute!" I chuckled and said, "We're all friends, we've even swam together, what's the big deal?" But I didn't know his wife was still showering in the bathroom. As I went in to talk, I naturally put my hand on the bathroom door.

The door opened, and his wife was naked, getting ready to get dressed. She looked up and saw my eyes, and everyone immediately felt awkward.

At that moment, my wife walked up to me, blocking my view, and said, "Still looking? What are you looking at?!" And so, I awkwardly walked in.

My classmate, being inside, had no idea what had happened outside; he was only wearing beach shorts, still shirtless.

I didn't explain anything, so I helped my classmate prepare the drinks and other things. A little while later, his wife and my wife came out, their faces flushed, still wearing their pajamas.

Since there were no chairs in the room, my classmate brought out a plastic sheet he had prepared for resting on the mountain. We all sat on the plastic sheet and started drinking. The two wives had already drunk quite a bit and initially said they wouldn't drink anymore, but when I was playing drinking games with my classmate, they worried that their husbands had drunk too much, so in the end, everyone started drinking.

Since everyone was sitting on the floor, it wasn't a big deal for the men, but the women were wearing pajamas, which often exposed them. At first, the two women were more concerned about their clothes, pulling them up from time to time, but later, as the atmosphere became lively again, they stopped caring. My classmate's wife's underwear was often exposed in front of me, and like my wife, she wasn't wearing a bra under her pajamas. Of course, my wife was also constantly being exposed, and several times I saw my classmate's eyes peeking at her breasts through the gaps in her clothes.

I thought, so what if she looks? Women are just like that. Besides, I've already thoroughly seen your wife, it's just that the fog was too thick for me to see clearly.

Sitting on the floor for a long time was tiring, and my classmate's wife said she wanted him to give her a back massage. My wife then said, "My husband is the best at back massages, just let him do it." My classmate laughed and said, "Sure!" So, without hesitation, I moved over and started massaging his wife's back right in front of him.

At this point, my classmate seemed to feel cheated and said he wanted my wife to massage his back too, as he was quite sore from driving all day.

His wife laughed and said to her husband, "You'll have to tip!" My wife generously told my classmate, "Go, lie down on the bed, I'll give you a good massage." To be honest, up to this point, no one had any other thoughts, because everything felt very natural and even a little exciting. So, my classmate and his wife each lay down on their own beds.

I assure you, I was very serious when I was massaging his wife's back.

We chatted and massaged for a while, and after a bit, my classmate said, "Let me turn over, massage my arm too." Just as my wife was massaging his arm, my classmate said something that caused a drastic change. He said,

"I saw your wife's breasts, they're quite pretty..." My wife slapped him before he could finish. Because my wife's clothes had loosened during the vigorous massage, my classmate easily saw her entire breast, and my wife immediately tightened her clothes.

I smiled and replied, "Don't go too far! Your wife is in my hands too." At this moment, my classmate's wife said, "You've been massaging for so long, you must be tired, why don't I massage you too?" His wife's words were exactly what I wanted. But my classmate said something sarcastic: "You can't look at my wife's things!" After I lay down, my classmate's wife began to massage me very seriously, and even though I had loosened the straps of her pajamas while massaging her back, she didn't even bother to tighten them again.

Because his wife was massaging my arms with her back to my classmate, he couldn't see her front. I lay there, still talking incoherently, but my eyes were already fixed on her breasts.

Her nightgown was loose in the front, and her breasts appeared and disappeared with her movements, incredibly alluring. Actually, she already knew her breasts were exposed to me, but she pretended not to care, as if she were getting revenge on her husband.

I don't know how my classmate reacted at this moment, but his wife must have seen my penis already erect. Just as his wife was about to switch hands, I quietly pinched one of her breasts, but still said,

"I'm at a disadvantage, I can't see your wife's things at all!" At this moment, my classmate laughed happily, but I felt his wife pinch me hard.

"Ouch!" I heard my wife cry out, and I wanted to look up to see what was going on, but my classmate's wife immediately stopped me.

I asked, "Honey, what's wrong?" My wife didn't answer, but my classmate was laughing at me, saying, "I accidentally touched your wife's breasts." At that moment, I saw that his wife was very unhappy. She said to me, "Never mind them, let's go to the next room." After saying that, she pulled me up, quickly straightened her clothes, and dragged me out the door.

My wife called out to her, but his wife didn't respond. I only heard my classmate say, "Ignore her!" And so, his wife and I went to my room.

Actually, I was already very excited at this point. As soon as I went in, I closed the door and naturally put my arm around his wife's waist.

At first, his wife didn't seem to react much. I reached my hand inside her clothes from behind and squeezed her breasts. We stood there in front of the bed, the light was off, and I gradually slipped my hand down her nightgown.

As my hand slipped through her panties, she seemed a little tense, but then quickly relaxed, giving up all resistance. So, I held her close and gently pulled her panties off one leg, but when I tried to pull them off with the other leg, she wouldn't allow it.

When I laid her down on the bed, my lips were already lightly kissing her breasts; aside from some moans, she did as I pleased. When I opened her legs, she cooperated very naturally, and then I penetrated her.

It felt much looser than my wife's, but my intense excitement made me oblivious to these details.

It seemed she came faster than me; soon, her hands gripped my shoulders tightly, saying, "I want it! Quickly..." I continued thrusting for a while, then gently asked, "Can I put it in?" She didn't answer, just nodded vigorously.

From the moment she entered until I ejaculated inside her, the whole process took less than ten minutes.

After I finished, she pushed me away and went to the bathroom to clean. A moment later, without even saying goodbye, she went back to her room.

My wife returned shortly after. As soon as she entered, she asked, "What's wrong?" I said, "How should I know?" My wife immediately reached into my pants and touched me: "You did it with her?" I didn't know how to answer her. While I hesitated, my wife said, "From now on, neither of us can do this again. We're even this time." Just as I was wondering about my wife's words, there was another knock at the door. I opened it and saw it was my classmate.

He asked, "What happened just now?" My wife immediately replied, "Nothing!" while glaring at me.

"Nothing!" I said casually.

"Oh! That's good, that's good. You two rest!" And just like that, my classmate left.

Afterwards, their room was very quiet, while my wife and I continued our endless chatter.

After my classmate left, my wife lay down next to me and asked, "You're something else! How did you manage to 'shoot' someone else's wife so quickly?" I said, "Didn't you two do it?" My wife placed my hand on her crotch and said, "I did it with him, that's why it's so dry down there." "Then what were you doing?" I asked curiously.

"As soon as she pulled you out, he immediately got nervous, constantly asking me, 'What are you two doing out there?'

I said, 'It's nothing, maybe the joke went a little too far today.' That relaxed him a bit, and he wanted to keep touching me, but I wasn't in the mood anymore. I ignored him, just focused on tidying my clothes and thinking about what you two were doing. Later, she came back, went to the bathroom alone, and locked the door from the inside. When I saw that, I was worried about you, so I rushed over." At that moment, even though they were just classmates, I felt a strange sense of joy. I asked my wife, "What were you and him doing when we were in the same room? Hearing you two laughing and joking made me feel really uncomfortable." "You felt uncomfortable? You slept with someone else's wife, and you still feel uncomfortable?" my wife said sourly.

"I thought you two were doing it too," I said, but I didn't dare say that.

My wife then asked me, "Did you really penetrate her?" I said, "Yes." "Did you put it inside her?" I said, "Of course." "You! I don't know what to say to you! But it's all my fault for going too far with the joke. From now on, I won't allow you to touch her again." I said, "Okay! And I promise!" At that moment, I had slept with my classmate's wife, but he hadn't penetrated my wife. Actually, besides feeling a little like I'd gotten away with it, I also felt a bit wronged for my old friend.

Later, my wife and I did it again. While we were doing it, my wife asked me a lot of questions about how it felt to be with her. Afterwards, my wife scolded me: "After sleeping with her, you didn't even wash up before going back to your place." I asked my wife, "Were you behaving yourself while you were massaging him?" My wife said, "I was behaving myself at first, but then he started touching me all over, and when I saw he got hard, I got aroused and secretly put my hand inside his pants. He usually seems quite strong, but his thing isn't that great, not as big as I imagined, though it was quite hard. I masturbated for a while, and before you guys left, he ejaculated inside me." My wife then added, "You're shameless!" The next day, when we met again, my wife was quite outgoing with my classmate, while he seemed a bit shy. When my classmate's wife saw me, she acted as if nothing had happened, but I could see a slight blush on her face.

There was a chance encounter between us, and she asked me, "Does your wife know?" I quickly replied, "No." She told me, "My husband doesn't know either. He thought we just sat in your room for a while." I asked her, "Didn't you two do it that night?" "Could I do it with him again? If we did, wouldn't he know everything? But your wife made my husband's penis come out. Did your wife tell you?" I said, "No." She chuckled and scolded me, "You bastard!" After that, we went back to being as natural as before, and I believe my wife never had any more ambiguous relationships with other men. However, after this incident, my classmate's wife and I still secretly met several times.

My wife later found out, but she warned me not to continue like this, but every time I had contact with her, I had to honestly confess when I got home.

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