【exchange】

Swapping

spouses is something most people despise yet are curious about, haha. It's said to be based on the author's

genuine feelings, described from a woman's psychological perspective. There's no explicit content, but

the grasp of psychological changes is quite good.

(By the way, one protagonist is named C, and the other Q; this is the original text. Any resemblance is purely

coincidental .)

When I got back to my dorm at 10:30, I went straight to the sixth floor. The three numbers on the doorplate, 619, seemed to be coldly smiling

at me, as if sizing up my sudden visit… I shook my head helplessly and turned back downstairs. My

dorm is on the fourth floor.

I know I'm a little "preoccupied."

I've been staring at the computer for two hours now, my mind overflowing with guilt.

With nothing to do, I've been snacking and drinking cola. Food makes me simple, careless, and indescribable… But

continuing might just lead to more spacing out, or meaningless writing and deleting, deleting and writing… The feelings building up inside me

don't have the courage to come out openly… I won't embellish, I won't be sarcastic, and I don't want to be a

hopeful storyteller, adding a happy ending or touching plot to every story. I'm just thinking about

how to present a story without hurting kind people.

I cried for help late at night, and a friend said, "Follow your heart… Real things always have

regrets …"

My own heart? I don't even understand myself. I think I'll just make a simple, difficult, and perhaps even painful,

statement .

Today is my partner's birthday, and I only sent him a message wishing him a happy birthday at almost 12:30. I've been thinking about

how to record these past two days, whether to be understated or to avoid the important points, but in any case, I need to

leave an opportunity to reflect.

Many friends have found out about our whereabouts over the past two days, and some are eagerly awaiting my account, which I

know . However, I may disappoint you all, because what you will see is not happiness, or rather, not

pure happiness, or perhaps it can only be considered luck, because we simply met a wonderful couple—a

very simple, kind, warm, and loving couple.

We met them (I will refer to Mr. C and his wife, Q) at a restaurant in Tianjin.

Knowing that we like spicy food, they thoughtfully treated us to hot pot.

Seeing them wave, we sat down facing each other and started talking about the weather, the climate

differences . Later, the men's topic shifted to cross-strait relations, while Q and I remained relatively silent.

I didn't dare look at C; I felt I would reveal my expression or intentions. For a moment, I felt like I had fallen from

a height to the ground, the clear feeling of falling bringing clarity to my mind.

To be honest, I felt we were better suited as friends than as lovers.

Sure enough, when we went to sing karaoke after dinner, everyone relaxed and forgot what they were actually supposed to be doing.

My husband was very happy, drinking beer and singing old songs from his memories, as if he had returned to the season of love. He

held the microphone , pointed at me with the other, and sang "My favorite is you..." His dreamy eyes touched me. They

sang a duet intimately and were very happy. We both passed the time in this relaxed manner. The dim lighting didn't create any

feeling, and the love songs we sang were just beautiful notes... Neither of us knew what we should or shouldn't

do .

Around 11:30, we took a taxi to their house.

It was a typical couple's home, simple and cozy inside. Stepping out of the living room, there was a

large balcony. My crowded feelings suddenly eased for a moment, and the night breeze was gentle. When C walked onto the balcony

, her hand briefly lingered on my waist, and I suddenly became nervous.

After sitting for a while, I went to take a shower. Q brought me one of her nightgowns. I repeatedly told my husband that I should wear something modest

, but when I came out, I still noticed half of my breast and the clearly visible areola...

I covered my chest with my hands and sat next to my husband. Everyone took turns showering, the rest of us remaining relatively silent.

At that time, a channel was broadcasting *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*.

Afterwards, we all sat dutifully in the living room watching TV until after 1 a.m. the next morning.

The lights were bright, and there was no hint of ambiguity among us, so the hostess turned off the living room lights.

Everyone began to smile knowingly.

I was actually a little reluctant because C wasn't my type (I'm sorry).

But with the lights off, the visual pressure lessened considerably, so we started to create an atmosphere of ambiguity.

When we sat on a sofa, C put his arm around my shoulder and his right hand around my chest… I didn't refuse;

at that the situation controlled everything. I saw my husband sitting properly, and I suddenly felt sorry for Q, so

I encouraged him with my eyes. I felt relaxed then; perhaps the brief physical pleasure gave me a rare sense of tolerance and acceptance

…

Later, we made love separately in two different rooms, and it felt strange. Due to different habits or other reasons,

my pleasure didn't come as expected… During our time together, C kept thinking about his lover, and I

turned one side, smiling understandingly. Later, Q came to see us, but only glanced at us before running out again. After Q left,

she cried …

This reminded me of myself… But strangely, I didn't shed a single tear, nor could I find any trace of sadness

… My husband, C, and I were all comforting her.

Her crying was very infectious; her tears intensified the emotional element of the game. I felt that authenticity was

good; if everyone were only indulging in pure physical pleasure, it would make us feel even more sorrowful, and we

might even begin to doubt our attitude towards love.

Women are always somewhat sensitive, and I felt a deep tenderness for her, as if I were tenderly cherishing myself.

So I had my husband hold her, while I hugged him from behind. Actually, at that moment, I needed him too, but

I didn't say it.

My head rested against his back, feeling the warmth of his chest.

This familiar, warm embrace… I couldn't bear to leave.

It took a long time for her emotions to stabilize, which I think was because of the simultaneous comforting from two men.

Q and I both believed that men derived more pleasure from the game than women; we were very friendly then. Her

smile was captivating.

After showering separately, we sat back down in the living room. We discussed how to sleep that night.

Actually, I made it clear to my husband while showering, "I don't want to spend the whole night with C." That

's true; at the time, I hadn't considered that I also didn't want my husband to spend the night with another woman. I was simply strongly insisting based on my

own feelings.

Therefore, everyone tried to conceal their opinions during the discussion. Of course, expressing them explicitly

inevitably hurt some vulnerable souls.

I smiled and said, "I'm still not used to sleeping with strangers." If the lights were on, everyone would have seen my

honest undisguised smile.

They didn't really agree with me because they were still discussing. "You decide, I'm fine with whatever,"

all three of them said. I suddenly felt a sadness… my mood was low, yet I was stubborn.

Perhaps they were all hoping for a new feeling of sleep.

I insisted, "Let's sleep with someone we know, otherwise… I really won't feel comfortable."

They agreed. Because my reasons sounded perfectly reasonable.

My husband and I returned to the room, and naturally, a slight unpleasantness occurred.

I am a selfish, willful, and capricious woman. I blame my husband for disregarding my feelings, for not

cherishing me, for not loving me as he claims, for all sorts of other things… My sharp and bizarre questions

often leave him speechless. I hit him, pinch him, twist him, and make him swear he loves me… I turn my back,

cross my arms, my hair hanging lonely on my chest, tears streaming down my face, my breathing heavy and labored. I feel that sex makes everything

fragile; I am sad, I am afraid, I am lonely…

I think of any man I can remember: when I think of Z, I desperately want to send him

a text message I told him I missed him, missed his pure, almost monotonous emotions. I knew he would say the world was better when it was pure,

and so I deeply missed my pure life from the past… I thought of Xiao Tang, I thought of WXY, I thought of WY, I thought of

the unfamiliar “feelings”… Back then, anyone who showed me concern could become someone I confided in

… My tears had already soaked my temples… Just then, C pushed open the door and told my husband

they should switch beds. I was extremely unhappy, but I didn't say a word. My breathing alerted him

, so he asked my husband what was wrong. My husband said he was crying. He asked why, and my husband said he didn't know.

So he said, “Then you two can sleep…”

After C left, I pretended to be calm and said, “Disappointed? Why don't you come over? I'm fine sleeping alone… I

won't be angry, really.”

My husband smiled and hugged me tightly. I tried to dodge, but he held me tighter. I dodged again, and he held me tighter…

Finally, feeling wronged, I nestled into his arms, listing all his faults, and cried my eyes out…

He

started kissing my earlobe… We made love well, worked up a sweat, but then fell into a deep

sleep . I was still in the same position, hugging him tightly from behind… Before, he always draped his legs over me,

but since I became pregnant in 2001, my husband has maintained this sleeping position to avoid putting pressure on my abdomen.

So, for the past two years, this position has become our best sleeping position.

When I woke up in the morning, it was already past ten. I kissed my husband, and he seemed a little excited. I urged him to go to the next room, but

he said no. I knew he was just saying it for my benefit, but I was still quite happy… Women are just a little silly like that… I don't

know why my mood inexplicably improved.

He went over, and C came over.

C was very concerned about his wife and asked me, “Do you think they're done?”

I said, “Go and see. ”

He asked if I was going, and I said I didn't have the courage.

He went over and came back a little while later. I asked, "Are they done yet?"

He said, "It seems so."

So I got dressed, my heart pounding, but I bravely said, "I'll go check too."

My husband was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Q was sitting too, a certain distance between them.

They smiled when they saw me coming. I asked, "How are you?

" My husband said, "I can't take it anymore, I feel pressured."

I asked why, and he said, "I keep worrying someone will come over..."

I said, "I didn't mean to come, he said you're all done, that's why I came."

My explanation was correct, but the correct explanation conveniently masked my true feelings...

I was still selfish.

...

So, we all got up and washed up. Then the men went downstairs to buy groceries, I watched TV in the living room, and she went

online.

Later, the men cooked, and she helped out, while I went online in the inner room.

Seeing TT and "Mood" online felt like meeting family; an unspeakable wave of grievances washed

over me... They comforted me, advised me, and even scolded me, but no matter what, they were doing it for my own good. That was

the best gift I received that day… “Mood” even called to comfort me and listen to my

troubles…

My husband smiled tolerantly when he saw me chatting; he knew I was seeking comfort, something he couldn’t provide.

During dinner, C meticulously served his wife rice, vegetables, and drinks, even cleaning up the dishes afterwards

…

He’s a good husband, and Q is very happy.

After lunch, Q and C made love in the room, asking my husband to film them. At the time, I was extremely tolerant (now I

realize I was being dishonest; I wonder if I can still be considered honest now, haha) and said to my husband

, “You three come on, I’ll film you.”

My husband shook his head and told me to watch them. Only then did my mood lessen somewhat.

They were very affectionate and absorbed. Later, they suggested we do it too, saying we could record it together.

So, our two families each did our own thing on one bed. We kept to ourselves…

But I felt very comfortable; I fainted on top of my husband again… I like it this way; I

love my husband so much, and at that moment, I could only accept this kind of love.

Later, everyone felt that this went against our original intention. Yes, what kind of 4P is this? So,

we naturally switched.

I watched my husband moving vigorously on top of Q, a smile on my face. Q's moans clearly grew louder. C asked

, "Is it comfortable?" Q didn't have time to answer… I felt like a spectator in the audience… even though C was selling…

He thrust forcefully above my body… C ejaculated. I looked at my husband, he glanced back at me, and finished quickly too.

Q lay in bed for a long time, too weak to move, C gently caressing her the whole time…

C made porridge for dinner, which we enjoyed.

Afterwards, Q had work to do and went to the inner room, while the three of us watched a DVD outside. It was "The Pianist,"

which I had heard of before but was watching for the first time today. It was indeed very good; they have a lot of good movies, and C

has a hobby of collecting them.

The scene was beautiful. I sat between them, next to my husband, with a slice of watermelon C had cut in front of me.

There was no light, only the flickering light from the TV screen following the plot… We chatted happily… C

’s left hand gently caressed my buttocks, moving very lightly through my pajamas…

After “The Pianist” ended, C put on another movie. This time, my husband’s fingers probed inside me.

He looked at me in surprise; I knew he was asking why I was so wet down there. I

smiled , and his fingers became restless, with a mischievous grin… I involuntarily twisted my body,

leaning my upper body towards C. C responded, and my husband made his move from behind… At that moment, I felt incredibly alluring,

because I was simultaneously and freely displaying myself in front of two men…

Because we were on the sofa, perhaps C was still thinking about his wife, so it ended there.

When Q came out, we were already sitting there properly watching TV. However, after Q came over,

she asked C in surprise, "Where are your pants?" C awkwardly pointed to the condoms on the coffee table with her foot and said, "I gave them to them."

Q didn't say anything; I could tell she was angry. I didn't say anything and pretended not to notice. At the same time, I noticed that my husband

hadn't had time to put on his pants either...

Q went into the bedroom, and C went in after her.

I felt that Q needed comforting, so my husband and I went in together.

Q was lying on the bed, and C was chatting and video chatting with someone online. So we joined in.

Later, my husband and I were chatting while they were making love in bed.

#2

Later, at the request of a friend, we put on a show. But we were still just friends,

even though we were in the same bed.

Near the end, to prove to others how exciting it was (at least that's what I thought), we switched places.

Q was moaning with pleasure again, and C took her hand and asked, "Was it good, baby?" He then

kissed the back of her hand repeatedly... My husband and I looked at each other... I turned my head away... C ejaculated inside me

again .

My husband moved a few times…maybe he was afraid of condoms, anyway, it was pointless.

Netizens said it was exciting, and I think anyone would say that. Sensory experiences often mask

many subtle details. I gave each netizen a shy smile; they only associated it with allure,

that's just how it is, no one's fault but ours.

That night, my husband and I slept together, and we made love perfectly. I had multiple orgasms, like a winged

angel, always soaring in heaven…my husband said I was crying and laughing, and my voice was very loud…but

really, I felt incredibly released, I loved him to death…we slept very late. We

didn't get up until noon, had lunch, and then Q had to go out. I shook hands with her to say goodbye, and at my

suggestion, my husband hugged her goodbye…At two o'clock, my husband and I said goodbye to C. …Beautiful Tianjin, we left in

the afternoon shade…

In the blink of an eye, we had experienced one of the most challenging things in our marriage. My mind

is still filled with the unfamiliar street scenes of Tianjin, the strange yet warm home, and vivid images...

I'm already sitting in the study room again, nestled in the dim light of my computer, using memories to wake myself up.

I remember telling TT, "Seeing the scratches on my husband's back makes me very sad."

I really cared then, but now I've forgiven everything...

I remember telling C before leaving that neither of us was perfect. We should have

treated each other like new partners for those two days, but we cared too much about our own partners, which made us

restrained ... C said, "Actually, this is a gradual process, and it's easier for everyone to accept that way..."

I'm always a theoretical giant, but in reality, I was the most fickle one throughout the whole process, unable to hide

my feelings and acting on impulse...

Only after leaving their house did I begin to regret not having a proper talk with Q. She's a very tolerant woman,

much more mature than me, and I like her very much. I'll always remember wearing her pajamas and sleeping in her wedding bed

... We should actually be very close friends.

4P is a challenging game, and I mustered up the courage to participate. I gained

love , and also a lingering sense of unease…

Nothing can be perfect for all four people at the same time, without any flaws. So, whether it's

regret or happiness, what matters most is that it's in the past and we've experienced it.

Everyone says the first step is hard, but once you take it, it's over… Sometimes, looking back, it feels

like was caught off guard.

Looking back at 3P, I think the woman was actually happiest at that moment. To be honest, I

really hope to experience it again, because 3P doesn't make another woman cry.

Moving from one step to another, and looking back, understanding doesn't need words; everything falls into place naturally.

This is how practice and theory are repeatedly proven.

In just one month, we suddenly tried everything, and I felt extremely uneasy, like

a child who has stolen too much, filled with fear.

Therefore, we hope to have a quiet period of life, or rather, to live with a contemplative attitude.

We need to revisit our love and cherish our family and children.

...

A half-hidden moon peeked in through the window, and in this cool early morning,

I felt as if I were seeing a pair of eyes watching me, so clear and bright, and I was deeply moved...

I think my writing will also disappear for a while, because it's obvious I don't know what to say anymore

; I'm exhausted, both physically and mentally. I hope the men who have watched over me will still cherish me,

offering me a shoulder to lean on and a chest to hold my tears...

I also hope that every night, or when the world is asleep, I will see a pair of

clear eyes that belong only to me, that gaze only at me... looking at me from afar and giving me limited comfort.

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