[Real Exchange Experience]

My wife and I are both from the South, and we met on our university campuses. She was a sophomore, and I was a junior;

we met through a joint social event between our different universities. I won't go into the details, as that's not the focus of this article. I'll just provide

some basic information about my wife and me so that readers can better immerse themselves in the story and enjoy our shared experiences.

This is also my motivation for writing this article.
You can call my wife Xiaoxiao, which is my pet name for her. Why this pet name? Because neither of us is particularly

tall. My wife is 158cm, and I am 172cm. We are both of average build, neither fat nor thin, with some muscle.
My wife has a perky bottom, a slim waist, and straight legs, but her breasts are small, a B cup, so I gave her the pet name "

Xiaoxiao ."
Although Xiaoxiao's breasts aren't large, they are shapely, slightly upturned, making it especially convenient for me to suckle them.

Her areolas are small and flushed, and her nipples become hard and shiny whenever she is aroused. So, she would always press my

head against her chest, murmuring, "Honey, lick, lick it, I want it." Every time, I couldn't resist her

murmurs, leaning forward to lightly brush her nipples with the tip of my tongue, inevitably ending with biting and thrusting, making a huge fuss. Her
small buttocks were beautiful; because she had participated in the street dance club, her buttocks were particularly firm. Every time I

hugged her from behind, I would always hit her upturned buttocks first. Because of this, I always felt jealous whenever I saw her

performing At that time, I didn't fully understand the art of exchanging partners and couldn't experience the pleasure of sharing.
Her small private parts were easily moist, and her pubic hair seemed particularly thick. It's said that more pubic hair means a

stronger sex drive, and I can probably agree with that. Her first time was with me at a hotel not far from the school. Thinking back on it now, it still

feels very special. I kissed her, our tongues intertwined, and I used my hand to explore, slipping it through her panties to find that

slit, but I didn't expect to get my hand all wet. Although I've watched countless pornographic films, this was the first time I experienced it firsthand—I realized that a woman

can get wet down there when you kiss her!
Perhaps we were both late bloomers (compared to kids these days), but our passion was irresistible

, and we couldn't stop until after graduating from university. We had sex almost daily (initially many times

a day , then it slowed down). Because we rented an apartment off-campus, scheduling our sex time was easy.
And because we lived together, I learned her little secret before bed.
In other people's articles, women always seem to achieve orgasm so easily, but I can't bring her to orgasm

every time . Positions, techniques, frequency of thrusting, even mood—these are all

experiences I've learned from having sex with her. If any of these things aren't done well, she doesn't easily reach orgasm. Ultimately,

of course only her own penis can satisfy her, but what I didn't expect was that for a period of time,

after we finished, when I went to sleep, she would masturbate to orgasm before holding me tightly to sleep. My wife told me this later

, and I think this little secret before bed might have foreshadowed our unusual experiences later on.
I don't have any cuckoldry tendencies. I once read a so-called real-life swapping story, in which the wife

was described as extremely promiscuous. This made me wonder, do such women really exist? Perhaps I haven't experienced enough

women ; before the swap, it was only my wife. But Xiaoxiao is a woman who loves sex, and perhaps her nightly

masturbation was her way of releasing her lust, but at least it wasn't as extreme as described in that article.
Because I graduated a year earlier than my wife, I flew back to CD (the city name) early, then took the city's

civil service exam, went through the interview, and finally became a civil servant, a job now widely despised online.

Several things happened during the year I was away from my wife. Of course, these are things my wife told me later, or I told her.
A boy in my wife's class confessed his feelings to her, but she rejected him. For six months, he kept harassing her, forcing me

to fly back to school to confront the boy directly. After dealing with it, I couldn't be with her because of work, so I flew

back , leaving a lingering problem.
Because of work, I went to a nightclub for the first time. Why would a civil servant go to a nightclub for work?
That's ridiculous. Only a naive student would ask such a stupid question, so I won't

elaborate .
Because I drank a little too much, I didn't answer my wife's call that night, or rather, I didn't hear it at all.
As fate would have it, that night my wife slept with another man behind my back for the first time. And me? I was just drunk all

night . "Damn, you're deceiving the audience's feelings," you probably think I should have slept with a woman too.
Sorry, I'll emphasize again, this isn't fiction. I was so drunk I didn't even know how I got home, and

I had no choice but to bring a girl home for a three-hundred-round battle.
Below is the whole truth my wife later told me (the details were what I induced her to say):
a certain man harassed her for six months, and a guy named B (a jerk) acted as her protector for six months. Whether it was

due to my wife's hormones or Stockholm syndrome, she developed feelings for B. After I went to handle

that guy's matter, my wife thought I would spend time with her and tell her about guy B, but I left in a hurry,

giving guy B an opening. There's no wall that can't be broken up, especially since my wife and I live so far apart. So,

all this talk about long-distance relationships is bullshit, don't believe it.
The night she called me (we basically talk on the phone every three days, and usually chat on QQ), was the night she

decided whether to go to a hotel with guy B. I didn't answer her call, and she told herself it was fate. She

went to a hotel after guy B's persistent pleas. Guy B, who had also lost his virginity, wasn't in a hurry after entering the room. He carefully escorted my wife to shower,

and while showering, he looked at her thoroughly. At that time, my wife didn't want to shower with guy B (I don't understand her mentality,

she'd already booked a hotel room with him), so they showered separately and then got into bed.
Guy B's penis was a bit thick, but shorter than mine. Guy B liked to lick my wife's genitals, which was her Achilles' heel, so

of course she couldn't stand it. She got wet very quickly down there, and before she knew it, she couldn't tell if it was B's saliva or her own bodily fluids.

Seeing this, B immediately put on a condom and thrust in. Her eyes were closed, but feeling another man's penetration besides mine

, her mind seemed blank. She cried, probably out of guilt.
B didn't notice her tears and continued thrusting. His penis felt very good inside her (she told me herself).

Her vaginal walls were incredibly sensitive; she could feel the size of B's penis pressed tightly against her vaginal walls. Even with

the lubricant and the condom, it was still very stimulating. She felt her entire vagina being stretched open, and she felt like she needed to urinate.

The wife finally couldn't resist, wrapping her arms around the man's back and pulling closer, wanting to penetrate deeper. Seeing

her reaction, the man became even more vigorous, her moans escalating to screams, but she never engaged in a French kiss (because I

had repeatedly instilled in her that kissing was more important than sex). I think that while she instinctively wanted

pleasure, her subconscious was still bound by my warnings.
According to her, they went at it on and off for over half an hour, during which she had one brief orgasm, during which she clenched

her vagina tightly to increase friction with the man's penis. This was partly a conditioned reflex after the orgasm, and partly because

she wanted the man to ejaculate quickly. Noticing her orgasm, the man immediately pulled out his penis,

turned her over from behind, continuing to have sex with her. Her face was buried in the soft pillow, she gasped for breath, turning her head

to catch her breath, feeling the man's thrusts from behind. The man gripped her waist, thrust, and ejaculated inside her. My wife

loves the moment a man ejaculates and the subsequent thrusts. At that moment, she felt B's penis reach its maximum size,

the natural tremors sending vibrations through her vagina. At that moment, she had no

thought ; only the pleasure from the post-ejaculation tremors of B's penis.
Afterwards, B wanted to keep his penis inside her for a while. My wife, breathless from the pressure, rolled over and pulled away to clean herself in the bathroom. But as soon as she got out of bed, her legs went weak, and she almost fell.

Luckily she

grabbed a chair and limped to the bathroom. That night, she didn't sleep, watching TV all night and

sitting in the chair for half the night. The next morning, she returned to her dorm alone. B was none of my business.
Because of my wife's infidelity, the devil within me was awakened—at the time, I thought it was a demon, but

now that's another story.
Chapter Two: A year later, my wife graduated and returned to me at my beck and call. Of course, she didn't tell me about her

infidelity . I wore the green hat for another six months.

Several other things happened in the year before my wife graduated, one of which was that my parents took out a loan to buy me two small high-rise apartments. Back then,

the average price of an apartment in the city was just over 3,000 yuan per square meter. My parents were in the steel business, so I was probably considered a semi-rich second-generation. When my wife

returned I immediately took her to meet my mother-in-law. Bowing, serving tea, exchanging vows—in the blink of an eye, we were married.
I used my savings from a year's work and profits from stock investments to renovate the new apartment. At my parents' insistence

, the other apartment was also renovated (using their money). Because the two apartments were at opposite ends of the city, the new one, closer to my parents, was for our own

residence; the farther one was for renting out. My wife wasn't in a hurry to work and became a landlady. Women have a lot of

things In less than six months, she found a job as a planner at an advertising company, and her salary was

higher than mine after a year and a half as a civil servant—how pathetic!
I've digressed a bit, but since this is a memoir, I can't avoid talking about everyday things. Please get used to

my style. Getting back to the main point, in the past six months of our marriage, with no pressure at work or financially,

the old saying, "Warmth breeds lust," is truly insightful. During these six months, my wife and I seem to have lost something in our sex life.

Although still have our ups and downs, after each time we're together,

I feel a slight emptiness. Sometimes, while making love with my wife, I think about other women. Sometimes, I feel my wife's eyes are a little unfocused, and she

's having . Even when I try my best, sometimes it's just barely there. The seven-year itch—even including university

, it doesn't reach seven years! What's wrong?
Once, after we were together, I gently stroked her nipple, leaned close to her ear, and whispered something. Because

we've always been very open with each other—friends, lovers, husband and wife—all relationships are encompassed in our relationship.
I told my wife about my doubts. She remained silent. Perhaps I was too frank, or perhaps she had kept it from me for too

long.
Then came tears and her confession.
I was struck dumb. I couldn't imagine what

had the specifics, the image of them naked together flashed through my mind. My body

trembled uncontrollably, as if overwhelmed by rage. I needed to calm down. I got up and went to the window.

The image of that naked couple was still etched in my mind. The darkness outside offered no hope. My wife came over and hugged me,

trying to my trembling. She kept saying sorry, but all I could hear was a buzzing in my ears

. The word "betrayal" kept replaying in my mind. What should I do? What should I do next?
For three days, I didn't speak to my wife. We both needed time to cool off. I went out drinking with some friends, trying

to numb myself with alcohol, but it didn't work. The same image remained in my mind. My wife, only I can have sex with her

. How could I let someone else have sex with her? Male chauvinism was more terrifying than love; my selfish possessiveness had surpassed any small act of affection I felt. On

the third night, I stumbled home drunk. My wife helped me to bed, changed my clothes, and cleaned me up

before going to the living room alone. The next morning, a weekend, I got up as usual, my head throbbing. I remembered

drinking . No one was around, so I went to the living room and saw my wife asleep on the sofa, her eyes swollen.
It was then that I truly realized my love for Xiaoxiao. Because of that love, I was so heartbroken.
And because of that love, seeing my wife like that, I could forgive her for her mistakes. I don't have a virginity complex,

and I don't believe in Confucianism. I'm more accustomed to Western culture, though only through movies and the internet.
Perhaps this is part of the reason I was able to accept Xiaoxiao again after her infidelity, but more so

because of my love for her.
My wife was slightly surprised that I forgave her, because she was already prepared for divorce (she told me later). From then

on, when my wife and I made love, I always imagined another man thrusting into my vagina, kneading

my breasts, and biting my skin. But whenever I had such fantasies, my penis would become harder

and more swollen, filling her small vagina more completely and rubbing more intensely. The devil in my heart slowly began to emerge.
It seems a bit of a rehash, but it's almost identical to what's described in other articles. Having accepted my wife's infidelity, I

had other thoughts about her in bed. I wanted her to describe in detail the details of her sex with man B, and despite

her reluctance, she couldn't resist me in the end, which led to the events described in the previous chapter. As I listened to her describe man B

licking her genitals, I also brought my lips to her genitals, sweeping my tongue across her labia and occasionally pressing on her

clitoris. My wife was moaning as she spoke, and I told her not to stop, and she told me not to stop either. I used my tongue...

I probed into her vagina, moving it from side to side. My wife's private parts constantly secreted acidic fluid, and sometimes I had to pull

out to catch my breath before continuing to stimulate her labia, vagina, and clitoris with my tongue.
My wife liked to hold my head down, controlling my mouth and tongue to help her reach orgasm through oral sex. This was a skill I

was quite proud of, although it was tiring, but while licking my wife's private parts, my penis would become painfully hard.

The pre-ejaculate fluid always served as my wife's drink. Because after I finished giving my wife oral sex, I always made her

treat my penis fairly. At this time, my wife would obediently bend down, curl her legs between mine, support herself on the bed with one

hand, and stroke my penis with the other while giving me oral sex. At this time, my wife was exceptionally beautiful, watching my penis enter and exit her

small mouth, her tongue licking the small opening above my glans, slightly stinging. What I liked most was when her

lips enveloped the glans, her tongue swirling in her mouth, licking my glans, and occasionally

sucking the oozing fluid into her mouth.
I've always wanted my wife to swallow my semen, but she absolutely refuses. Every time I'm close to ejaculating with my mouth, she seems

to sense it and comes, then uses her hand to bring me to orgasm. Looking at the semen sprayed all over her hand, I jokingly say,

"What a waste!" At this point, my wife gives me a mischievous look and a coquettish expression. Once, because my

orgasm came too quickly, the white semen sprayed into my wife's mouth. I seized the opportunity, hugged her, and told her

to swallow it. She hesitated for a moment, not spitting out the semen in her mouth. Perhaps because she waited too long, the semen

mixed with her saliva and ended up in her stomach. From then on, after much coaxing and pleading, I finally got my wife

into the habit of swallowing semen. She's also stopped trying to predict when I'll ejaculate. Except for

when , she usually swallows it obediently (sometimes she won't swallow if she's in a bad mood).
I forgave my wife's infidelity, and because of this, our sex life has become a little more interesting. I know I've changed a bit,

but I'm not entirely sure yet. Until I came across a website online, specifically a forum for couples to exchange partners

(the forum's ID no longer exists, and I don't know if it still exists, but I do know that

a famous person came from that forum, but that's another story). If the devil in my heart was lured out by a small affair, then

the experience with BL (abbreviation) gradually transformed that devil into an angel. BL

played . Even though we now have relatively stable swapping partners and no longer need

to frequent similar forums, BL still deeply influences us. So much so that when we meet new friends,

we still ask if they've ever been involved with BL.
On BL, I saw a lot of content about couples swapping (dating), but at that time, it was just

me seeking excitement. Seeing many couples sharing their experiences of dating, sharing their troubles in life,

and being happy, I felt like I had found a paradise, a suitable Eden for me. At this time, I truly

came into contact with content about couples swapping for the first time, learned about the American Red XX Club, and realized that

swapping circles already existed in China. At that moment, I felt like a newborn, everything about wife-swapping was fresh

and exciting .
Every picture, every story sent my adrenaline soaring. Men are indeed driven by their genitals

. I eagerly anticipated my first swap with a stranger, but paradoxically, I didn't know

my wife's thoughts, I didn't know if she would refuse.
One night, my wife was idly browsing the internet. When she clicked on a page I had deliberately kept hidden, I quietly

observed her reaction from behind. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly; a second, two seconds, felt like

half a century . My heart hadn't pounded so hard since my first time with Xiaoxiao. Even

during job interviews, I remained calm; why was I so agitated now?
My wife didn't react; I didn't know if that was good or bad. But I saw she didn't close the page; she

continued browsing, opening new pictures, opening new windows—all on that website. Hope ignited in my heart,

and my lower body stirred. The devil within me had transformed into an angel hovering above my head. I knew

I had changed. What are propriety, morality, and shame? What are the Four Books and Five Classics? What are chastity arches? What are virginity complexes? These are

no things I consider. Without the moral standards of the world, I simply follow the voice of my heart's desires,

living for myself. My wife is still the wife I love, but at this moment, even love succumbs to my desires, becoming its prisoner.
Now I am merely waiting for a small answer: will it allow the angel to spread its wings, or send the devil back to hell? My wife's

choice, at that moment, became the most important wait in the world for me.
"Husband, come here," my wife whispered.
"What is it?" I
asked. "You did it on purpose, didn't you?" she asked.
"If it doesn't work, turn it off," I said.
"..." she said.
"What if I say yes?" she asked.
The next moment, I held my wife tightly. She was wearing a silk nightgown, which I pulled off. I hugged

her from behind, my hands kneading her breasts vigorously, my fingers occasionally rubbing her nipples. My wife's buttocks deliberately rubbed and swirled against my

genitals I switched hands, reaching directly to her private parts—wet, all wet. I gently rubbed her

clitoris with my middle finger, while inserting the middle finger of my other hand into her mouth. Her tongue intertwined with my middle finger, and

moans escaped from deep within her throat. My hands teased her up and down, and my wife's response

ignited a passion that had been dormant for a long time. Whether it was because she saw it or because of my teasing, my wife eagerly

pulled the edge of the bed—yes, the edge of the bed. She leaned over the edge, her raised buttocks gesturing for me to penetrate her.
I took off my pajama bottoms, smeared some of my wife's vaginal fluid on my hand, and inserted it

into her vagina. My wife screamed, her body convulsing. I thrust harder and harder, my penis always almost

pulling out of her vagina before plunging back in. Each impact made her scream. I don't know where I

got the strength; my penis was unusually hard. I turned around and saw a threesome on the computer screen, which

made me thrust like a madman until I was exhausted. In the end, I didn't ejaculate. I just lay on top of my wife, and

she whispered to me, "He ejaculated from behind me like that too." It turned out that my wife was the

devil and angel in my heart.
Chapter Three: Under the influence of BL (the abbreviation for the couples' dating forum mentioned earlier), my wife quickly

got into character, and I bought her a laptop as a birthday present. One reason was to let her stay at home...

Firstly, it gives her the freedom to use the computer without me having to fight over it, and secondly, it gives her her own private space. Of course, this

is just a little trick of mine; I know her computer password and QQ password perfectly well, and she won't deliberately

hide it from me.
After that night of rebirth, my wife and I shared a common sexual interest. Like me before, she developed a strong interest in partner

swapping , but her motivation seemed different from mine. I mostly did it for physical stimulation, while my wife

often enjoyed browsing couples' experiences on forums, not just about sex, but also about everyday life. This is

perhaps the difference between men and women; men love because of sex, while women have sex because of love. I deeply

felt this from my wife. Whenever my wife browsed pictures and articles, I would sometimes gently stroke her back, my hands

roaming over her body, occasionally lingering on her private parts, my fingertips rubbing her labia and teasing her clitoris. At

these times, my wife would always soften and lean against me, her eyes still on the computer screen, but

her body already melting in my hands.
My wife and I spent half a year on the forum, during which time we passed the couple verification process, gaining access to more private sections and

exchanging ideas with experienced couples. When I first decided to post a request to find partners for swapping, Xiaoxiao was with me,

and we discussed several principles together. These principles have guided us throughout our swapping journey, helping us

avoid many troubles and giving us opportunities to connect with genuine enthusiasts.
The first principle is to never easily reveal our private information to strangers, and

to always from other areas or districts. This is for safety reasons, and my wife and I both agree.
The second principle is not to swap with single men/women; partners can be couples, but preferably married couples. We cannot

hide from the other person and go to the meeting alone; both parties must be present during the swap. Looking back, apart from the initial

couple we swapped with, all the others were married couples.
The third principle is that during the swap (sexual intercourse), both men (both) must wear condoms.

The method should be explained beforehand and adjusted as needed. The location should ideally be outside our own residence; we can go to the other person's home.
Looking back, I realized I'd overlooked one point, which my wife exploited: French kissing. Perhaps it was my

deep-seated possessiveness at play; I was always reluctant for my wife to French kiss other men, but since it wasn't mentioned in the rules,

I eventually had to acquiesce. My wife and I didn't impose many restrictions on the method of intercourse. Whether it was

the porn we watched during sex or the experiences we learned on BL (Boys' Love), we both seemed

inexplicably excited about the unknown, without the fear or disgust typical of ordinary people.
The three simple principles were merely self-imposed constraints; how tight they were held

remained to be seen. But these three principles were also the bottom line for my

wife and me when exchanging partners with other couples, and for a long time, we didn't cross that line. This maintained our loving relationship while allowing us to confidently

engage in the swapping game. Adhering to the rules was our agreement before we started.
After posting my first message, I left my email address as contact information.

The reason was that my wife and I felt we should first screen the basic information in our emails before deciding whether to use QQ for longer conversations.

That evening, we received about ten private messages from couples on the platform. You might find it strange, since the platform's private messages are usually overflowing

at times . Why were there so few? Because we entered the verified section,

most of the spam had already been filtered out. Plus, we made quite a few requests, which probably resulted in
fewer couples "applying. "
And so, my wife and I truly entered this game of desire. Looking back, I wonder if it's because

we were both different from ordinary people, but the couple-swapping made our relationship even more harmonious. At this moment, I'm typing

away, entering my memories, while my wife is chatting enthusiastically with her friends, occasionally turning around to ask when I'll finish

this chapter, as she wants to be the first reader again.
Reality and memory intertwine here, telling the story of the couples who responded. That night, my wife and I were incredibly excited.

Together, we sifted through each other's information, noting down the contact details of those who seemed particularly sincere. In the end,

we saved the contact information of three couples on the computer, and the rest were thrown into the trash. The screening process was time-consuming and laborious

, relying not only on our intuition but also on our experience. Unfortunately, we were both novices in the exchange industry, and

it took us a full five hours to save these three couples. Fortunately, perhaps due to our good fortune

, these three couples later became friends and left us with wonderful memories—but that's another story.
Two of these couples lived in the capital city of a neighboring province, about a two-hour drive away, later reduced

to less than a 40-minute drive thanks to the highway. The third couple lived a bit further away, in an ancient capital city, and

my wife and I considered waiting until our annual leave to consider them. So, we

sent our QQ numbers to these three couples via email, along with some basic information about ourselves, just like the information they had sent in their

emails .
Because my wife and I both had to work the next day, we didn't open QQ after sending the materials that night and went straight to

sleep . It wasn't until we got home from work the next day and settled in that I opened my dedicated QQ account to see if

I had received any friend requests. When I opened QQ, I saw a little penguin (or maybe a speaker icon, I

can't remember) flashing in the lower right corner, with three verification messages waiting for my confirmation. After I confirmed them one by one, the other person's avatar started flashing

.
I don't remember exactly what we talked about, and there's no need to go into detail here.

We exchanged pleasantries, and then got straight to the point. Of course, the topic wasn't "to do it or not," because if

that were the case, I probably would have been blocked long ago. The topic started with why we got involved in couple

swapping . I was also curious about how the other couples got into this circle, and Xiaoxiao and I

explained our positions and reasons without reservation.
Although there were three couples on the other end, the topics we discussed were all very similar. Sometimes, when I called one couple

, I would simply copy and paste the message to the other. It was in this amusing atmosphere that my wife and I finally felt at ease.
We realized we weren't weird; in such a vast country as China, there was a small group of people who shared our

interests.
Although we had seen so much on BL (Boys' Love) before, it wasn't until we connected with real people on the other

side my wife and I learned to let go of our prejudices—about ourselves and others.
In this article, I'll use code names to introduce three couples: the two from the same city, whom we'll call the Azalea Couple

and the Peony Couple, and the couple from afar, whom we'll call the Wild Goose Couple. Since we're considered relatively young in our circle—

all three couples are about two years older than us—I'll refer to them as Sister/Brother Azalea,

Sister/Brother Peony, and Sister/Brother Wild Goose in the following descriptions. My wife and I call ourselves Orioles.
Brother Azalea also works in the civil service, so we often chat about work. We became acquainted with

the very quickly; after chatting for about a week, we were able to watch

each other's lovemaking videos on our webcams. Brother Azalea is about my height, a bit more muscular, and has an average appearance;

my wife finds him acceptable. Sister Azalea is 2cm taller than my wife, but the difference isn't noticeable on camera. She has a

great figure, especially her breasts—a D-cup, a world apart from my wife's. As for the specific details,

let me tell you more later.
After getting to know Juan Ge well, I often asked him to bring his wife over for a chat. He was very generous; his wife was changing clothes nearby,

and he simply pulled her over. Although we had all seen each other doing intimate things, it was still

a little awkward to actually talk about it. Juan Jie was quite straightforward; she told me directly what she liked and disliked. This led my

wife and me to decide that our first swap partners would be the Du Juan couple.
The Mu Dan couple didn't explicitly state their professions, but during our conversations, I could sense that their economic

situation was average, probably a middle-class family, and they had no children. I didn't want to speculate on their professions;

as long as they had proof of being married and a sincere attitude, that was enough. Dan Ge was tall and thin, wore glasses, and looked

like a scholar. Dan Jie was slightly plump, with large breasts, but had a very feminine appearance. They were our

second swap partners.
As for the Dayan couple, I'll leave that for now, leaving some suspense.
Even now, recalling my first video sex session with the Du Juan couple still stirs my emotions. I remember it was

a weekend afternoon. Juan and I were chatting about something when Juan suddenly sent me a message: "Want to see your

sister-in-law ?" Of course, I agreed. Although we both had webcams, I hadn't brought up

video chatting (we'd used it during the verification process). Juan, being more experienced, broke the ice first.
In return, Juan video-chatted, and I naturally had to do the same. My wife was

napping on the bed behind me. It was the height of summer, and she wasn't wearing much—just a thin nightgown that clearly showed her curves. I ignored

her attire and started the video call. On Juan's end, Juan's sister was wearing even less than my wife, just a bra and panties,

sitting next to Juan muttering something. As soon as Juan's sister saw that I was video-chatting, she reflexively covered her chest,

but Juan quickly pulled it away. Next, there was another discussion about Sister Juan's and his wife's figures.

Finally, Brother Juan said, "Seeing your sister-in-law makes me itchy, let me relieve my pent-up desire with her first!" He then pulled

Sister Juan to the bed for a performance.
Brother Juan quickly stripped Sister Juan naked. Although the camera's resolution was limited, Sister Juan

's breasts were still clearly exposed to the lens, round and full, the size of the nipples indistinct, but the areolas were very deep.

At this point, Brother Juan began to attack Sister Juan's breasts with his mouth, sucking on one breast. Sister Juan initially

glanced at the camera from time to time, but after being sucked for a while, she gradually loosened her grip, clamping her legs around Brother

Juan's thighs and rubbing against him. Brother Juan knew Sister Juan was aroused, and he began to use his fingers to stimulate his sister-in-law's genitals.
I vaguely saw several of Brother Juan's fingers quickly insert into Sister Juan's vagina, moving them back and forth. This

was the first time I had ever seen someone use their fingers to stimulate their genitals, except when watching porn; I was quite shocked at the time. But seeing Sister Juan's

comfortable expression, I knew that the finger stimulation wasn't causing pain, but pleasure. Sister Juan kept shaking

her head and screaming, the sounds carrying through the internet to my ears.
My penis, stimulated by the screams, became erect; it needed something to envelop it, something to release.
I pulled up the drowsy Xiao Xiao, pulled down her panties, and before she could even warm up, I had my wife sit

directly on my penis. Facing the camera, my wife's private parts were exposed to the Du Juan couple. My penis

was gripped by her vagina, but she was still sleepy. I held my wife's waist and moved up and down. My wife slowly woke

up , the stimulation reaching her brain. She opened her eyes and saw the Du Juan couple already

thrusting on the screen. At that moment, she understood what was happening.
My wife's vagina also became wet. My penis, inside her vagina, lubricated by her fluids, moved

even more frequently, the sounds of my penis churning her fluids filling the air. At this moment, Du Juan

and his wife had turned to face the camera. Juan Ge was thrusting into Juan Jie's wet vagina while watching my wife and I

perform. Juan Ge and I seemed to be comparing our endurance, neither of us wanting to ejaculate first. I don't know

how long it took, but I heard Juan Ge let out a long howl. Juan Ge finally ejaculated before me.
I didn't care how Juan Ge ejaculated into my sister-in-law. Just watching them make love, my penis

couldn't help but explode. I was used to ejaculating outside the vagina, so I quickly pulled my penis out of my wife's vagina and

sprayed it all onto her lower abdomen. Afterwards, my wife told me that she saw Du Juan and his wife enjoying the scene of me ejaculating, and

Juan Ge's hand was still fiddling with Juan Jie's vagina.
My wife didn't reach orgasm that time, and I comforted her for a while afterward. But at some point in the future, she got her

compensation, not from my penis, but from Juan Ge's penis.
Chapter 4 Du Juan (1) When I actually started typing, I realized that writing was quite a hard job.

Even though my wife and I have a rich history of swapping experiences, and there's so much to write about

, expressing the vivid details of our lives in words is quite a challenge for someone like me who used to be a science student. In the first chapter, I briefly explained my reasons for writing this, and

I'll elaborate a bit more here.
Most of the comments I've seen seem to acknowledge my honesty, and

I'm grateful regardless of whether I accept my wife and I's attitude towards life. I hope those who enjoy swapping stories will leave comments (giving hearts is fine),

share their opinions, and offer encouragement. My wife and I will carefully read and

remember every word you say, as this is my motivation to continue writing.
Recording my wife and I's swapping journey might also be a way for me to vent my desires. After reading many fake

, bland, or exaggerated swapping stories, I also want to give a vindication to couples swapping. I'll use my own honest...

This is a personal account to guide those who have considered exchanging partners but are hesitant to take the first step. After all, this circle is small,

and there are probably zero experienced couples on 18 who are willing to share their experiences in writing. I hope I can serve as

a stone, encouraging more people to participate or share.
I am not a professional writer, and my real-life profession has little to do with writing. My writing is very casual, mostly

straightforward descriptions, as those who have read my previous posts should have noticed. Because this is my and my wife's

memoir , I've tried to be as true as possible. The writing is also as simple as possible, but detailed.

I won't use exaggerated psychological descriptions or rhetorical devices found in other novels, because what my wife and others were thinking, at least at

the moment of the exchange, is unimportant, and I have no way of knowing. I can only infer people's motives from the results of their actions,

not make assumptions to deduce their behavior. So, readers who like my style, I hope you continue to enjoy it;

those who dislike it, please leave quietly. I will not describe the background of my wife, myself, or any related individuals in detail later

, for safety reasons. Because some couples who were involved in the swapping had read my posts and given me some

suggestions , I respected their privacy.
Enough rambling, let's get to the point.
I chatted with the Du Juan couple for a few weeks, during which we did a few video sex demonstrations. Calling

it a demonstration was a bit of a stretch; it was really just a natural performance, so I won't go into details. Until one weekend,

when both my wife and Sister Juan were feeling fine (you know what I mean), I met up with the Du Juan couple for the first time at

a hotel in their city for our game. Since it was my wife's and my first time, we were both incredibly nervous. But in

front of my wife, I still had to pretend to be composed, because in this game, I was in control, and if I couldn't

guide my wife in the right direction, then the game couldn't continue.
Early that morning, my wife changed into a dress with thin straps, quite sexy. I wore shorts and casual clothes,

unavoidable in the sweltering summer heat. We didn't own a car, partly because I don't like driving, and partly because I don't

like driving. So my wife and I took a highway bus straight to our destination.
On the train, my wife sat quietly by the window, a hint of tension on her face. To ease

her tension, I placed one hand on her shoulder and gently massaged it. My other hand moved closer to her lower abdomen

, feeling the curve of her skin. The physical contact gradually calmed her,

and her body relaxed. Perhaps because her skirt was so thin, my hand on her abdomen seemed

to feel her warmth. I couldn't help but slowly move downwards, my hand tracing the curve of her abdomen to her private parts.

Even through her skirt and underwear, my fingers could still feel the shape of her labia.
My wife quickly tried to pull my hand away, playfully scolding, "There are people here, what are you doing?"
I knew there were other passengers, but they were all dozing off, so I continued

to play . My wife, unable to resist, let me continue, but I still took a light jacket from my bag to cover my hand and

her, just in case.
I especially love it when my wife wears her underwear, and I reach inside to caress her labia. The elasticity of the underwear prevents my

hand from being too unrestrained, but the interplay of forces makes my fingers and her labia even more intimately connected.
At this moment, my middle finger teases the slit of her vulva, while my index finger gently rubs her clitoris. Soon,

her vagina secretes fluid, lubricating my middle finger. At this time, I bring my middle and index fingers

together and slowly insert them into her vagina, collecting more of her vaginal fluid, then slide them out, using the fluid on

my fingers to smear her labia.
My wife loves it when I touch her labia, licking them up and down or side to side with my fingers or tongue; she gets

very excited. When she masturbates, she also likes to use her fingers to collect her vaginal fluid and then massage her

labia and clitoris. This time, on the highway bus, my fingers, instead of her own penis, are immersed in her

vulva. My wife closed her eyes, secretly enjoying the pleasure my fingers were giving her, occasionally squeezing her legs together to prevent

the excessive stimulation from making her cry out.
And so, with my fingers still caressing her, my wife and I arrived in the city where the Du Juan couple lived.
When we got out of the car, my wife's underwear was already soaked. She insisted I get her a new pair, but I

told her not to bother, she wouldn't need them soon.
We took a taxi to the hotel we had arranged to meet the Du Juan couple. As soon as we entered the lobby, they were already

waving to us from afar. Although it was our first meeting, because we had chatted so well before, Du Juan and I quickly became

fast friends . The two women also chatted amiably, exchanging pleasantries, creating a harmonious atmosphere. Although Du Juan and I were engrossed in our conversation,

my eyes kept drifting towards Du Juan. Her light blue dress, full breasts, and friendly smile

all my curiosity. Juan-ge, on the other hand, didn't scrutinize his wife excessively. I later learned that he

had already thoroughly examined Xiao-xiao from head to toe the moment we entered the lobby, and his subsequent restraint was entirely due to his male pride.
I won't go into detail about our conversation and meal here; such details are unclear to me

and not the focus of this article. However, I want to emphasize that pre-meeting communication is crucial. Unless you and

your wife are 100% certain about each other, don't hastily arrange a meeting, or you'll only end up with an

awkward mess . Once you meet, you must completely trust each other and show your sincerity; this will allow both parties

to proceed with the exchange more easily and enjoyably.
After the meal, the two couples entered the room that the Du-juan couple had booked. The reason for going separately

was for security reasons. Of course, back then, there was no Nanjing professor case, and the exchange environment was much better than

it is now . After entering the room, Juan-ge told the women to wash up first, while Juan-ge and I sat down to discuss

the specifics of the exchange. The Du-juan couple knew my and my wife's principles.
Brother Juan didn't find it strange at all, patting my shoulder and telling me, "It's good to have principles." Brother Juan told me about

some of sexual preferences, such as that she likes the woman-on-top position and enjoys him holding

her buttocks from below and rubbing them, which intensifies her pleasure; she likes men to give her oral sex, the harder the licking, the more

excited she gets ; and she's open to any sexual activity except anal sex, including threesomes.
Since Sister Juan's and my wife's preferences are quite similar, I didn't have anything to add. Afterwards, Brother Juan and I

each took out our recent health reports, and after confirming their accuracy, we prepared to...

They were called out. I casually pulled two boxes of Jissbon soap from my bag. Juan smiled at me, and we exchanged knowing glances.
You might think that the process before the swap was so boring and lacking in passion. But that's

reality . Without careful preparation and mutual coordination, there's no safety or passion during the swap

. In the adult world, following the rules is simple.
Xiao Xiao and Juan were already wrapped in towels when they were called out, and it was clear they had chatted quite a bit in the bathroom.
Juan told me to go in and shower first, while he waited outside to chat with the two ladies. When I came out,

Juan was licking Juan's nipple, while my wife sat awkwardly to the side, unsure where to look. I quickly

told Juan to go into the bathroom, and as soon as the door closed, I went to my wife's side. Juan was with her, saying

things like, "My husband is so impatient."
My wife seemed fine, just blushing. I gently breathed on her ear, soothing it with my tongue, while my eyes

kept stealing glances at Juan's cleavage. Seeing this, Sister Juan told us to get into bed first, and then she lay down

next to . With Sister Juan's experienced help, my wife and I naturally relaxed.
My wife was between Sister Juan and me, and I kissed her lips while boldly kneading Sister Juan's

full . Sister Juan wasn't shy at all, letting me knead them. Soon after, Brother Juan finished showering and joined us.
Silence spoke volumes, and I was aroused by the scene, my penis hardening. It had always been just

me and Xiao Xiao in bed, and suddenly there were two snow-white bodies entwined beside us—how could I not be excited? My wife and I kissed

passionately Although I didn't know what my wife was thinking at the time, the overflowing

fluid when my hand touched her private parts said it all. The Du Juan couple didn't make much noise; they seemed to be just kissing and observing my

wife and me.
To get my wife more involved, I started stimulating her clitoris with my fingers. At the same time, I gave Juan Ge a

look , and he understood immediately. He turned Juan Jie over and came to my wife's side. My wife was facing me, and Juan Ge's

erect penis was slapping against her buttocks. Perhaps because of the intense teasing on the bus, or perhaps

because the stimulation of her clitoris was too strong, Xiao Xiao didn't react much, still enjoying our caresses and

kneading with her eyes closed.
Juan Ge then began to knead my wife's breasts, while I licked the nipple that Juan Ge was pinching.

At this moment , the two men completely sandwiched my wife between them. I gestured for Juan Ge to try, and he turned and asked

Juan Jie to bring Jissbon. Juan Jie used her mouth to put the Jissbon on Juan Ge's penis, stroking it a couple of times.

Juan Ge held his penis and searched for my wife's vaginal opening. I lifted my wife's legs, and in that instant, Juan Ge

's condom-covered penis slid into my wife's vagina.
I examined my wife's private parts closely. A strange man's penis was inserted into her vagina, and

the image of my wife cheating on me with the other man flashed through my mind. For a moment, I felt a pang of regret, but it was quickly

replaced by the pleasure of another man's penis penetrating my wife's vagina.
My wife kept her eyes closed, moaning continuously. Her nipples were hard and shiny, and I continued to lick them, occasionally French

kissing her. Sister Juan wasn't idle either; she was rubbing Brother Juan's nipples with both hands from behind (yes, Brother Juan's

nipples ). I also enjoyed it when my wife rubbed my nipples; it made my penis harder. I had that experience.

So I knew that the couple, Du Juan and her husband, had a harmonious sex life, just like my wife and I. I didn't pay attention to Brother Juan

's face; I was only interested in the thrusting of my wife's penis. Brother Juan's penis was about the same size as mine—thick, hard, and of moderate

length . Watching such a penis going in and out of my wife's vagina, her labia being rubbed and rolled by it. My wife

's vaginal walls were constantly leaking fluid, which served as lubricant for Juan Ge's penis.
The sound of Juan Ge's penis thrusting in and out of my wife's vagina grew louder and louder. My wife was still facing me, with one leg

raised high by Juan Ge, which made my penis seem somewhat lonely. I had to masturbate myself, my lower body

was throbbing painfully, and I needed to release my pent-up desire.
Chapter 5 Azalea (2) My wife's vagina was being forcefully thrust into by Juan Ge's thick penis, which made my penis

feel hot. Sister Juan was still rubbing her breasts against Juan Ge's back from behind, but that was too much for

her, so I had to masturbate myself with my hand. The air conditioning in the room temporarily cooled down the heat a bit,

but Juan Ge's back was already covered in sweat. After masturbating for a while, I got up and leaned against the headboard, bringing my hard penis to my wife

's mouth and trying to rub it against her lips. My wife was excited, her small mouth slightly open, she opened her eyes and glanced at my

penis , and then took it into her mouth. In this situation, it was all out of our instincts; we didn't say

a word.
My position was a little awkward, so I rolled over slightly to adjust the angle, allowing my wife to better suck my

penis . My wife's hands also wrapped around my thighs and buttocks, allowing my penis to thrust in and out of her mouth more easily. My

penis occasionally bumped into my wife's teeth, and sometimes when Juan Ge thrust harder, my wife had to temporarily hold my penis in her mouth

to better accommodate Juan Ge's thrusts.
I stroked my wife's hair, looking down at the scene of the other three people present. My wife's

eyes remained tightly closed, her mouth filled with the thrusting of my penis, her breasts being kneaded by Juan Ge, her upturned buttocks

tightly intertwined with Juan Ge's genitals; Juan Ge continued his movements behind her, his posture quite strenuous, side-lying

intercourse particularly testing his waist strength, his lower body thrusting in and out of my wife's vagina, his upper body steadily kneading

her breasts, his head resting on her neck, kissing her neck; while Juan Jie stroked Juan Ge's nipples, she

massaged Juan Ge's back with her breasts, occasionally glancing up at me, her eyes filled with desire, her tongue

licking her lips.
My wife's mouth was gradually no longer enough to satisfy my lower body's needs, I slowly pulled my penis out of my wife's mouth,

deciding to get out of bed and ambush Juan Jie from behind. While I was away for a moment, Juan Ge also pulled his penis out of my wife's vagina

, turned her over, and prepared to begin thrusting in the missionary position. My wife was now

facing Juan Ge, but her eyes were still closed, whether out of fear or shyness, or perhaps to avoid the situation.
Juan Ge spread her legs apart, grasped his thick penis, and accurately positioned it at the entrance of her vagina,

forcefully thrusting it in. My wife let out a soft "hmm," and Juan Ge thrust even harder, his mouth not idle either,

arching his back and vigorously licking her nipples. It seemed that Juan Ge also enjoyed stimulating a woman's sensitive areas from both above and below,

just like me, finding even greater excitement in watching a woman aroused.
Sister Juan was left out in the cold, but she didn't have much free time either. Soon, I seized the opportunity,

grabbing her from behind. This was the first time I'd ever felt a woman's

body scent was different from my wife's; I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

The unfamiliar woman's scent gave my sense of smell a greater thrill. "You can tell a woman by her scent"—that was the feeling at that moment.
The unfamiliar touch, the equally soft skin, the breasts much larger than my wife's, the full buttocks, the thick

pubic hair—a wave of novelty washed over me. I think that novelty, mixed with physical and mental

pleasure, became the driving force that might have fueled my continued exchange with my wife. Before I could even get used to her back, Sister Juan

turned around and hugged me, one thigh pressed tightly against mine, her private parts rubbing against mine.
I kissed Sister Juan, my tongue exploring her mouth, intertwining with hers. Sister Juan was also occasionally

sucking on my tongue, her lower body still rubbing against my body. I knew she needed it, but I had to wait

because I wanted to explore Sister Juan's private parts first. At this moment, I caught a glimpse of my wife and Brother Juan's lips pressed

together , their tongues vaguely intertwined. My heart skipped a beat, I wanted to stop them but was too embarrassed. So I quickly

knelt down under Sister Juan, spread her legs, and began to give her oral sex.
Perhaps I was trying to escape, but Sister Juan's labia and pubic hair were right in front of me, temporarily making me forget what had just

happened. Although I could hear my wife's moans and Brother Juan's panting from time to time, I stared at Sister Juan's labia, which were somewhat

large and dark in color. I tried to do the same thing with my tongue as I had done with my wife, and Sister Juan reacted strongly,

letting out loud "ahs." It seemed that Sister Juan was just as sensitive as my wife. Later I learned that all ten women's labia are

sensitive.
I like to use my mouth and tongue to feel a woman's labia, the vagina, such a completely private place, giving me a kind of

thrill of peeping into someone else's secret. Like my wife, Sister Juan's genitals secrete a slightly acidic fluid, which doesn't taste

strange . After my tongue roamed freely over Sister Juan's labia, it entered her vagina, the tip of my tongue feeling the inner

walls of her vagina, moving up and down, left and right, like exploring a bottomless pit. Sister Juan felt quite comfortable from my oral sex (she said it

herself ), her legs almost squeezing me shut.
"Li (I'll use that as my nickname from now on, I'll still call my wife Xiaoxiao), lick my clitoris," Sister Juan

whispered to me. I guessed that the clitoris Sister Juan was referring to was her clitoris, which was exactly what I liked.

The small clitoris brings women endless stimulation, and the final orgasm depends on it.
At this moment, I used a little technique, spreading the skin around Sister Juan's clitoris with both hands, making it

particularly prominent. Then I lightly swept my tongue, rhythmically touching Sister Juan's clitoris. Each time

I touched Sister Juan's clitoris, she couldn't help but tremble. The tension in her body, the way she waited for my tongue to touch

it , was the state I loved most about women.
After maintaining this for a while, I pressed my entire tongue against Sister Juan's clitoris, then rotated it,

the tip even touching her labia. At this moment, Sister Juan's writhing body seemed to ascend to heaven. Later, Sister Juan

told me that Brother Juan's oral skills weren't as delicate as mine, and I felt quite proud at the time. Men, after all, have a competitive

spirit and a desire to save face.
Unexpectedly, Sister Juan's first orgasm came in my mouth. The moment Sister Juan reached her climax,

she quickly grabbed my head with both hands, begging me to stop. Then she squeezed her legs tightly, almost

breaking my waist. I forgot to mention, Sister Juan grabbed my head and pulled me up, tightly encircling me,

her thighs wrapped around my waist, waves of pleasure radiating through me, taking a long time to subside.
At this moment, my perfect opportunity had arrived. I put on the Jissbon adhesive and easily inserted it into Sister Juan's vagina.
Sister Juan's genitals were clearly still in a state of extreme arousal, and my sudden attack caused her to scream.
My wife and Brother Juan, who were nearby, were also startled and looked at us. Ignoring my wife's gaze and

Sister Juan's scream, I continued thrusting forcefully. Watching my penis enter and exit Sister Juan's vagina, covered in her

bodily fluids, my lower body slamming against hers, I felt a strange excitement. The louder Sister Juan screamed,

the more excited I became, and my penis grew even thicker and harder. In my extreme excitement, my wife and I exchanged glances, and I

vaguely sensed her unease; she quickly turned her head away.
At that moment, my mind was 99% excited and 1% reserved for pity towards my wife. But when I saw Brother Juan

's penis still thrusting in and out of my wife's vagina, that 1% of pity transformed into excitement and vanished without a trace.
At this moment, Sister Juan was muttering things like, "I can't take it anymore, I can't stand it," rubbing her

breasts with both hands, her legs spread wide and bent. I wanted to penetrate her deeper, so I lifted Sister Juan's legs up,

bringing them closer to her chest, so that her lower body was almost touching mine, and my penis penetrated even deeper into Sister Juan's

vagina . Our lower bodies were pressed even closer together, and I sometimes rubbed against Sister Juan's labia up and down, sometimes

pounding into her like a pile driver. I could feel my penis rubbing against the inner walls of Sister Juan's vagina, and Sister Juan's vaginal

contractions became more frequent, which made my penis eager to ejaculate.
I had to stop, take a break, and continue to stimulate Sister Juan's

private parts by rubbing against her labia, while I could also give my taut penis a rest. At this moment, Brother Juan, under the pressure of his wife's vagina,

couldn't help but ejaculate, holding his wife and watching Sister Juan's and my actions, Brother Juan's penis still inside his wife.
I didn't look at my wife's expression; I was simply enjoying my lovemaking with Sister Juan. Thinking about

ejaculating , I resumed my previous rhythm and thrust vigorously. Sister Juan sensed my urge to ejaculate and responded in kind

, her vagina contracting even tighter and her moans growing louder. Soon, I too surrendered.
I won't go into the cleanup afterwards, because it was my wife's and my first time, and the Du Juan couple didn't ask for another

time . It wasn't until later that they told us they had done it several more times after my wife and I left.
Actually, my wife and I continued our lovemaking at home that night, but we were both too embarrassed to show how eager

we were . After all, it was our first time, so we held back.
Our first time swapping with the Du Juan couple went very naturally and was very enjoyable. Although neither of us exerted

our full potential, we both left a good impression, which led to many more swaps later on. The Du Juan

couple later became close friends with my wife and me, and we still keep in touch to this day.
As mentioned before, the Peony couple was our second swap partner, but there was a little twist.

To be precise, our second swap was with a different couple, but because they weren't married and it was

a one-time event, my wife and I excluded them from the official swap list. It was

a small indulgence after our forbidden fruit tryst with the Azalea couple.
Here, I'll briefly recount the experience with this couple, following the order of our swaps.
After parting ways with the Azalea couple, my wife and I took the bus home that day, not spending the night in another city. On the bus, I

was still savoring our previous passion. My wife leaned on my shoulder, not looking directly at me. I tried to be nice,

occasionally asking her how she felt. Her indifferent attitude puzzled me, but I didn't press her further.

Don't try to figure out what a woman is thinking; just let her follow her feelings.
I won't recount our second passionate encounter at home that night. After the passion subsided, I turned on my computer and

checked my BL (Baidu, BL) for new private messages. One email was from a forum-organized group chat (or group sex) event, which I deleted.
Another email was from the couple in question, informing me that they had sent an email. I found it a bit strange; my recruitment

post was in the couples verification section, so how could a couple know my email address? Later I learned that

it wasn't just couples who could access the couples verification section; some paid members could also browse it. I was just

too naive back then.
Perhaps the swap with Dujuan and her husband was too exciting and went too smoothly, so I impulsively checked the

couple's information and description in my email. Fortunately, Lady Luck was with my wife throughout our swapping journey, and the

couple's basic information and swapping instructions didn't disappoint. They were a year older than my wife and me (indeed, my wife and I are

considered "older" in the community), and they were using their annual leave, combined with the National Day holiday, to travel the country as backpackers.
Because they were also in the community, they saw my wife and my recruitment post; our city happened to be

their fourth destination, so they emailed to ask if we had a chance to swap. The email attachment contained

a photo of the couple; their faces radiated sunshine and vitality (though their eyes were blurred). I showed the photo to my wife

, and after understanding what had happened, she glared at me and said, "The guy's alright." I chuckled inwardly, knowing that

my wife, like me, had completely immersed herself in this game of desire.
I replied to the email and left my QQ number. While waiting for them to arrive in our city, we got to know each other better

through QQ. Both were employees of a foreign company on the coast, hedonistic, and advocated for

childless marriage. Their attitude towards sex was the same as my wife's and mine—enthusiastic about swapping. Finally, I reminded them to

bring their health check reports, and then it was just a matter of waiting.
Although I only had one swapping experience with this couple, I received a lot of new

information and new ways to play from them, so much so that for a long time afterward, my wife and I

held .
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