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Today, my husband asked me to write about our relationship from the time we met until now. After careful consideration of

every detail over the years, I'll just write something down!

My husband and I met in 1999. At that time, I had just graduated from university and started working. I had never been in

a relationship before, and the word "partner" was completely foreign to me. Please don't laugh at me; back then, I was a good student and rarely

left the school grounds, and the people I associated with were also good students. I met my husband through an introduction.

I remember we first met in August, when the weather was still quite hot. Our first meeting was at his house; the matchmaker brought me. My

first impression of him was good; he was clean and neat. We chatted for a while, but nothing substantial

happened before I . After that, he frequently visited my school, even buying flowers for me often. My colleagues at school all said I

was lucky, but at that time, I hadn't truly accepted him. We dated for two months, around October 1st.

We had a two-day holiday, but I didn't go home (I was living in a single dormitory at school). My colleagues had all gone home. He came over and

asked me to go out to eat. I said it would be a waste to go out; I'd eat at school and cook for him. He said okay and went to buy groceries. I

got ready and started cooking. About 30 minutes later, he came back with a lot of groceries. I said, "Why did you buy

so much?" He said, "It needs to be enough to eat, so I'm cooking.

" Well, I won't go into details about the meal! We sat down and started making small talk. My dorm room has two beds; I sat on my own bed, and

he sat opposite me. We talked for about 40 minutes before he moved to sit next to me (by then, I

also had feelings for him). I started to panic and didn't know how to sit properly. He said, "It's okay, you seem nervous.

" I felt my face turn red, but I said no. He moved closer, almost

touching me. I panicked even more and tried to stand up, but he held me back. That was our first physical contact

(I still think about it...). He pulled me onto his lap, and I felt something hard pressing against me.

I asked what was in his pocket, and he said shyly, "Keys." I didn't ask him further (I later found out it was

his...). He started to make advances (details...). (My husband insisted I write this, saying everyone wanted to see it.) He touched

my breasts through my clothes. I didn't know what it felt like; it was a tingling sensation,

indescribable. My thoughts started to wander. I don't know when his hand slipped inside my clothes.

I wasn't wearing many layers. He touched this and that, and I felt a burning

sensation in my lower body, like I needed to urinate. He gently laid me on the bed and pressed down on me, making it hard for me to breathe. I don't

know how long it lasted before he started taking off my clothes. I tried to refuse, but he said, "You'll be mine sooner or later,

so give it to me." I grabbed his hand, and he used his other hand to pull down my pants. After a long struggle, he finally got them off. I

squeezed my legs together to stop him from touching me, but he still managed to. I started to get excited and felt my nipples harden.

(I won't go into the details, you can imagine.) Honestly, I didn't know whether I wanted it or not. I

just held him tightly. We were both completely naked. He was on top of me, and I felt something warm down there.

He used one foot to spread my legs, and I let out a scream. His penis was right against my crotch. I

trembled all over and struggled again. With his sweet talk, I finally became his woman. (Later, he often came to

my dorm and we...) We got married quickly, and I became his bride. He was good to me, and we

lived happily ever after.

????? What happened later was something I can't even imagine in my life (couple dating) Continuing the exchange experience!

????? Yesterday, my wife posted about how we met in a relationship story. Today, I'm posting about our

dating experience!

We started dating in the summer of 2006. At the time, I found it unacceptable; it was simply

impossible in our small county. But I gradually accepted it after reading Li Yinhe's articles and connecting with such

websites and netizens. They kept guiding me on how to act, think, and talk to my wife, even asking her to go online so

they could chat with her and use photos to arouse her. To be honest, I said I accepted it, but I

didn't truly accept it in my heart. I didn't try to persuade my wife anymore, but I would often

use such words to tease her during sex. Every time, I would get strangely hard, and my wife would be very excited. So I slowly

tried to accept it while also testing my wife. My wife is a teacher and a very conservative woman. Every

time I brought it up, she refused, and I didn't want to force her anymore.

In March of that year, we were preparing to buy a new house. Our old 60-square-meter apartment was too small, and I was looking for a suitable

match. I don't remember exactly when, but I met a couple living nearby on QQ. They weren't exactly

perfect, but they were decent too. So I chatted with them frequently on QQ to see if they were a genuine

couple. Gradually, I accepted them and thought they were nice. We started planning a "housewarming party" with my wife

. I bought the new house on May 1st, and I told them, "Let's meet up after we buy the house." That's how we arranged our

first meeting with that couple. I was quite excited. May 1st arrived quickly, and we successfully

bought the house.

We started moving, organizing furniture purchases, and designing our new home. On May 6th, we actually moved

into our new house. The first thing I did upon arriving was contact the couple online to ask them when they could come. They said they were available on the 8th,

so we booked it. To be honest, my wife didn't agree at all, and I didn't tell her about their arrival. The 8th

came quickly, and I had an indescribable feeling: should we move or not? A dilemma!

They arrived. His wife was short but voluptuous. He was alright, a talkative emcee. We

went upstairs and took our seats. He started telling dirty jokes, and his wife, not knowing what to say, just stayed silent and didn't

laugh. I couldn't tell if she was okay or not. After chatting for a while, he said he and his wife would go to

the bedroom to talk. I knew the real show was about to begin. He gestured for me to go and take a shower with his wife. I felt awkward

watching TV in the living room. His wife went to shower, and a while later I heard her call me, saying she couldn't get the hot water out. I

went to help her (by then she was already naked). I asked if we could shower together. She said yes.

I quickly took off my clothes and went in. We showered each other for about 10 minutes. After we finished, we went

to the master bedroom. That time, I couldn't concentrate at all. My mind was full of my wife. I was scared, scared of my wife.

I was worried about being taken advantage of, afraid my wife would be upset, and afraid he wasn't gentle enough, so I finished quickly. Standing by the window, I listened to the sounds inside. I could

clearly hear my wife's moans,

so I felt relieved and went back to bed to wait. Time passed slowly; they seemed to have been at it for over 30 minutes (the man was very skilled). I

went in and asked my wife how it went, if it was comfortable. My wife didn't answer and went to take a shower. They sat there

for about 50 minutes before saying they had to go home. We didn't try to stop them, just saw them downstairs

, and then my wife and I went back upstairs. That night, we made love again. I lasted a long time, and my wife was exceptionally excited. I asked

my wife if it was comfortable. She said he licked her better than she did, and the... I didn't ask any more questions, and we never

talked about it again.

This was our first time, and in my mind, it was an imperfect and unsuccessful experience. I strive for perfection, and once it's

perfect, it loses its appeal. What follows is a threesome (continued) – a true story!

I've written about my wife and me before, and today, having some free time, I thought I'd rewrite our experiences with swapping!

Actually, we hadn't been involved in swapping for very long when I fell in love with it, because I'm quite horny, and even now,

thinking back on how I felt then, it still feels horny. The first time I told my wife I wanted to swap, I didn't know how to

even begin. I was so anxious, I couldn't eat or sleep, and all I could think about was finding a partner to swap with as soon as possible to

ease my mind. After my constant pestering and nagging, my wife finally softened a little. I

pressed her on get it done quickly, to avoid any unforeseen complications!

Let me introduce my wife: she's 168cm tall, 30 years old, and a master's student. She's not exactly beautiful, but very

sexy with a great figure in all the right places, haha!

Anyway, back to the first time; I rushed home, and my wife asked what was up. I was eager to tell

her I'd found a partner, but when the words actually came to my lips, I didn't know how to say it. I thought and thought,

should I tell my wife? Was it really a swap? I was incredibly upset. At the same time, there was a strange, indescribable excitement

, but I believe anyone who's swapped can understand. My wife had guessed pretty much it too. She's rather introverted

and didn't say anything, whether out of shyness or something else, but this time she couldn't hold back and asked, "Did you find someone?"

I don't know how to describe my feelings at that moment; there was a bittersweet feeling mixed with a strange

excitement! ...I was truly agitated; tears welled up in my eyes. I asked myself honestly: Is this

the thrill, the happiness I've been looking for? But after clearing my mind, I still said, "Honey, I found a couple today

who want to swap and they're experienced." My wife didn't say anything, but I could tell she was just as upset as I was.

She finally spoke: "Think it over yourself. I love you and always understand you. If you think

it's okay..." I was speechless, stunned. I paced back and forth in the room, restless. My wife went to cook. I didn't even need to look to

know she was crying, but I didn't dare comfort her. I knew my own feelings at that moment; if I went, I was afraid I wouldn't be able

to control myself. About 20 minutes later, my wife brought over a piping hot meal. Seeing her red eyes,

my heart sank. I really wanted to give up and not change our plans. My wife said, as always,

so considerately, "Dinner's ready." We sat down and ate in silence. I believe neither of us

really After my wife finished cleaning up, she

sat on the sofa next to me. She seemed to want to say something but couldn't bring herself to speak. I could tell what she was feeling. Finally, she

said, "Call them over!" When I heard that, tears must have welled up in my eyes

, but I hugged her, afraid she would see. (Now, when my wife asks if I cried that time, I always deny it.)

I said, "It's okay. If they come and you don't like it, you don't have to change. It's okay. Don't put too much pressure on yourself; it will

backfire!

" My wife didn't say anything more. Time has flown by these past few days. Before, I always felt like the clock wasn't moving, but these past few days, it seems like the clock is deliberately playing tricks on us.

This day has arrived so quickly! They arrived. His wife was short but voluptuous, the mature woman's charm! He

was also quite talkative, working as an emcee. He loved to talk and gestured like a leader giving a speech. He told

a few dirty jokes, and his wife remained silent and didn't even look at them, just sitting there with them. We'd

had guests often before, but never anything this awkward. I believe his wife was hesitant, perhaps not wanting to

continue , but she stayed seated out of consideration for my feelings. After a while, he suggested we go to the bedroom alone

to talk. I knew what this meant, and I understood what would happen if my wife went with him. At that moment, I

hesitated . I really wanted to end it there, but out of consideration for their relationship, I didn't speak. My wife stood up, seemingly

waiting for me to say something. We looked at each other for about 30 seconds… I didn't say anything. I knew this could be our future

happiness, or it could be our future disaster… He gestured for me to go take a shower with his wife. I felt awkward

watching TV in the living room, so I hesitated, wondering what they were doing in the bedroom, what they were saying, and what my wife was

like.

His wife was very open-minded and went to take a shower without hesitation. After a while, I heard her call me, saying she

couldn't get the hot water out. I went to help her (by then, his wife was already naked). I immediately wanted to hug her and have sex with her

because I was so horny! But I hesitated because I had no idea what she looked like. After much hesitation,

I couldn't control myself and said, "Can we shower together?" His wife said yes. I quickly

took off my clothes went into the bathroom. I saw that his wife's figure was pretty good, and I was incredibly excited

. I didn't care about anything else. We showered each other for about 10 minutes. After we finished, we went to the master bedroom. That time, I couldn't concentrate

at all . My mind was full of my wife. I was afraid—afraid that my wife would be taken advantage of, afraid that she would be mistreated, afraid that

I wouldn't be gentle enough… With so many thoughts running through my mind, I finished quickly. His wife seemed to still be in that excited

state. I got up and stood by the window to listen to the sounds inside. I could clearly hear my wife's moans,

but they were very soft and almost inaudible. I finally felt relieved and went back to bed to wait. Time

ticked by, and I could sense his wife knew what I was thinking. She said, "It's okay, if you're worried, go check on her." I

said I wouldn't go; I was afraid it would embarrass her. They seemed to be doing it for over 30 minutes (the man was very skilled). Finally, I

couldn't resist anymore and went in. I asked my wife how it was, if it was comfortable. My wife didn't answer and went to take a shower.

They sat with us for a while, chatting about unrelated topics. I wasn't in the mood to listen; I just wanted them

to leave quickly so I could ask my wife. About 50 minutes passed, and my wife remained seated without saying anything. Finally

, they said they had to go home. We didn't try to stop them, just saw them downstairs, and then my wife and I went back upstairs.

That night made love again. I lasted a long time, and my wife was exceptionally excited. I asked her if it was enjoyable. She said

his tongue was better than hers, and it was just so-so… I didn't ask any more questions, and we never talked about it again.

This was our first time!

Taking advantage of this, I organized another round. My wife had no idea. I was completely

bewitched Actually, there aren't many genuine couples like this online. I was considering inviting the same

person from last time, so we could have a threesome. With careful planning, I

invited This time, my wife had no idea, and I didn't tell her either. He arrived in the afternoon, I can't remember exactly what time.

After he came, we went to my bedroom. My wife was doing laundry. When she came out and saw him, she smiled. I could tell she

was extremely unwilling, but she didn't show it on her face or in any way. Perhaps that's what it

means to be a cultured person.

After my wife finished, I called her to sit on the bed and said, "Shall we warm up?" My wife didn't know whether to smile or

not; she looked at me without saying anything. Honestly, I'm so lucky to have such a good wife. I

had planned to play with her first while he took a shower, and then… Just then, as planned, he went to the bathroom to shower. As soon as he

left, my wife said, "Why did you do this? Why didn't you discuss it with me first?" I said, "What's the big deal? We're already familiar with each other."

I knew my wife was very unhappy and unwilling, but with my rounds of caresses and kisses, she started to

get into the mood, just… Mmm… and my wife and I cuddled for about 10 minutes. He had finished

showering , and he seemed very excited, saying, “Sister-in-law, I missed you so much!” I got off my wife and gestured for him to take over.

My wife was in a state of excitement and didn’t think about anything else. He went at me and bombarded me

with

pleasure, and my wife quickly came. Actually, it’s all just talk; only women who have truly experienced it can understand how comfortable it is to have two men and one woman. At that moment, I felt a little bittersweet. We did this for about 50 minutes, and then we both showered.

He didn’t linger, said a few polite words, and left. This threesome was probably the most successful

one for us as a couple, and also the most exciting for my wife. Later, 5P and 9P weren’t as successful or as enjoyable.

I truly understand why we’ve come to like threesomes so much since. Every woman is selfish;

they don’t want to see their husbands with other women. Not many wives are truly willing to share their husbands with other women, so

we still love threesomes! (The above is from a previous post, with some modifications.) I'm

a perfectionist, and once it's perfect, it loses its appeal. Please reply and give feedback if my writing isn't good; it will

motivate me more!

Following on from the last post about the threesome, I recently had some free time at home and wanted to write about the fivesome that followed. The complex

emotions I felt kept me from calming down!

That fivesome happened on the night of the threesome. After my wife finished cleaning up, I was constantly watching her

because I had a strange feeling inside me—jealousy or something else, I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

Maybe it was what people say about "watching your loved one do it with someone else"—it's exciting.

While my wife was cleaning up, he called a friend. I didn't know who it was; I assumed it was

family or a friend, so I didn't think much of it. After he finished the call, he told me: "I've arranged to meet a couple..."

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