From Love to Love: A True Story of Exchange (Part 1)

The following is my and my wife "Lingdang's" (this is my pet name for her; I apologize that I can't include her real name

in this post yet) journey into threesomes and swapping. My writing isn't very good, so I'll write it

down , and please read it at your own pace. Please don't rush me; I will try my best to

share our most genuine feelings and experiences with everyone. After all, neither of us is here to read a novel.

I've been on this forum for several years now. A few years ago, when I first started reading posts about threesomes and swapping, my throat

would go dry , my blood would rush, and my lower body would be itching. At that time, we had just gotten married, and my wife and I were deeply in love.

We would have sex before getting out of bed in the morning. Sometimes, before my wife was fully awake, she would sense that I was up and, half-asleep,

ask my penis as a farewell gesture. I usually get dressed and washed up relatively quickly, and by the time my wife called me, I

was usually already grabbing my bag and car keys, ready to go downstairs. Of course, no normal man could refuse such a "request" as having his penis caressed

, so I would obediently walk to her pillow, unzip my pants, and pull out my

soft penis, bringing it as close as possible to my wife's petite face. Buying this bed before marriage was definitely the right decision; the height is

perfect for all our lovemaking positions. My wife is petite (less than 1.6 meters tall), while I'm quite robust (nearly

1.85 ), so during lovemaking, I was very gentle with the petite body beneath me, which I was pressing and ravaging. I

supported most of my weight on my limbs, only pressing my chest against my wife's full breasts, rubbing them with each thrust of my penis.

I thought: my wife doesn't have to bear my nearly 90 kilograms of weight; she should be able to better experience the wonder of lovemaking. (

Actually I later realized I was completely wrong, but I won't go into details here.) I was standing at a height where my wife

could easily reach my penis with her face turned to the side, without having to get out of the warm bed. Like a sleepy cat with her

eyes half-closed, she decisively opened her mouth and swallowed my penis. The warm, moist sensation and the deadly teasing of her tongue

instantly made me hard. We had a tacit understanding: if we hadn't made love the night before, she would suck me until I ejaculated before letting me

go to work; if we had, she would only tease me for a few minutes before letting me go.

I should say that my sex life with my wife was wonderful, and we maintained a high level of passion for several years. It wasn't until I

started visiting adult websites that I discovered a wild horse had been lurking within me. Countless vulgar and obscene things

excited me, and I started masturbating again, something I had given up after marriage. Only when I watched the milky white semen

shoot out from my raging penis could I calm down a little and temporarily forget the lewd scenes that were haunting my mind

. My wife later discovered my masturbation and thought it was because I was dissatisfied with sex. She was very sad for a while, and I

was speechless . I could only try my best to comfort and explain. I don't remember those lies. I only know that if I told my wife,

"I want to have sex with you with other men, I want to see you struggling and moaning as a stranger's body presses down on you,

I want to see your lower body being rapidly thrust into by another penis, flowing with the nectar I like to suck, and your eyes

looking at me, shedding tears of pleasure..." then my marriage with Lingdang would really be over.

At work, I'm a mid-level manager who's not particularly prominent, but because my job carries some real power

, I get to meet many newly assigned female employees. Frankly, I

've been attracted to the fresh, youthful bodies hidden beneath dresses or business attire, and I've even had opportunities (those with work experience know that

some recent female college graduates like to date junior managers in their thirties as long-term meal tickets). However, reason tells me

this isn't a game I can play. I can joke around, tell dirty jokes, or flirt, but to actually penetrate

a woman in the same workplace—besides the ten seconds of pleasure of ejaculation—I might face harassment, forced marriage,

a broken family, and a ruined career. I wisely pulled back from the brink, releasing my excess passion primarily through masturbation.

I then came across posts about threesomes and swapping. To be honest, I'm not really into swapping because I know Lingdang loves

me very much. She can't accept any part of my body touching other women's bodies. But I love her too. I

want to use every means in the world to bring her sexual pleasure. I bought vibrators and dildos of all sizes.

In short, except for those dubious aphrodisiacs, we

tried . One day, while we were sucking each other in a 69 position, I suddenly felt like my brain had gone haywire. I rolled over and

laid my wife flat on the ground, and entered her while she looked on in astonishment. I thrust into her with all my might, and she quickly got into it, wrapping

her

arms around my neck and moaning loudly. Her waist twisted like a snake, constantly pushing my limits with the tender flesh of her breasts. I thrust hard into the depths of her, and whispered in her ear, "I love you to death. I have a crazy,

immoral idea to tell you." She was already in a daze. Now that I think about it, she probably didn't hear

what I said at all, but at the time, she bit my left ear and murmured, "I'm going to die

. You can do whatever you want." So I said, "I want to try a threesome." My wife writhed beneath me, urging me to keep thrusting, and

asked me in a daze what a threesome was. I said, "It's finding another man you can accept, and we make love together."

My wife stiffened for a few seconds, her face became expressionless, and her eyes widened (she already

had big eyes, so when she opened them wide, it startled me). Then she looked at me with a complicated expression, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

I whispered, "Are you trying to ask if I don't love you anymore, which is why I have such a twisted thought—to

hand over the person I love most to a stranger to be violated?" My wife looked at the ceiling, slowly biting her lower lip, and shook her head almost imperceptibly.

Suddenly, I clearly felt a warm, moist flow coming from where my large penis was pressing against. I didn't know

if angry, so I just continued moving slowly. Lingdang held me, no longer moaning, but her lower body was even more

wet and slippery. I guessed she was still biting her lip, not wanting me to misunderstand that this absurd thought had aroused her even greater

desire . It was an unforgettable sexual experience, something Lingdang and I had never had before. Our bodies were perfectly in sync, wonderfully moist.

Aside from deliberately suppressed panting and the ecstatic sounds coming from our lower bodies, we carefully avoided groaning. I

kept my head buried near Lingdang's ear, afraid to face her, filled with regret. But the expected climax

arrived. I groaned as I tried to pull out and ejaculate, when Lingdang suddenly straightened her body, pressing her hands tightly against my buttocks.

I could clearly feel her breasts hardening and becoming erect. She had come too, silently

demanding that I ejaculate forcefully inside her (Lingdang and I weren't planning on having children yet, but we were both uncomfortable

with condoms , so I always used withdrawal). I was instantly overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure, and as I ejaculated, we...

We kissed, our tongues entwined, hot and slippery, wild and unrestrained. It was the

longest kiss we'd ever shared, and correspondingly, I ejaculated a surprisingly large amount. Because our mouths had been locked in a passionate embrace for so long,

I'd forgotten about my lower body. When I got up and pulled out my penis, the bed was a mess. Lingdang hopped up,

put on my oversized shirt, and shooed me off the bed. She quickly grabbed the sheets and ran to the bathroom, but some

liquid dripped from her legs onto the floor. I nervously put on my underwear and went to the bathroom door.

I saw Lingdang sitting on the sink, lost in thought. I stammered that she should pretend I hadn't said anything and not take it to heart.

Lingdang looked at me, her face still flushed, and said earnestly, "I think you really love me."

Some posts suggest that wives should read articles about successful swapping or threesomes to boost their confidence and

reduce inner barriers, but honestly, this isn't easy for most normal couples like us.

I never mustered the courage to bring up the idea to my wife a second time, let alone entice her to visit adult websites.

Although we had sex before marriage, I still watched several pornographic films before I knew how to do it. She had only

read "Lady Chatterley's Lover," and when she first saw my naked penis, she was terrified and

turned her face away, refusing to touch it with her mouth. Fortunately, I learned from pornographic films how to caress a woman

's private parts with my tongue and lips and always maintained a high level of enthusiasm for it. So, my young wife couldn't withstand my sucking, kissing, and tongue teasing of her tender

petals for tens of minutes at a time. Each time, she would scream and struggle to get up during orgasm,

panting as she grabbed my penis and swallowed it whole to begin her "intense revenge," her breasts swollen and purple.

From this, I felt that caressing was a natural instinct, a gift from God. My wife was undoubtedly a beauty at school

and at work, but her beauty came from birth, without any embellishment, possessing an innate

dignified and virtuous temperament. I was quite impressed, which also deterred many suitors. But when I saw her petite body "

greedily "

nestled between my legs, swallowing and spitting out my erect penis, her dignified face, partially hidden by her hair, made me feel like I was in

a dream . So, the result was nothing more than me screaming (yes, I think at least that's what the neighbor next door thought) as I ejaculated

and was completely swallowed by her. That little mouth never let me go easily; the ejaculation and swallowing never stopped for a second,

and then she continued to suck and spit, making me feel like my soul was about to be shot out. I could only struggle and beg for mercy. Only then did

Lingdang proudly straighten up, revealing her white teeth, her tongue provocatively sweeping over them, and get up to wash. (

Aside : Regarding swallowing semen, it varies from person to person. Some of my buddies envy me because I often get swallowed so much semen that I beg for mercy, while

their wives even refuse to give them oral sex. I believe love is equal and reciprocal, and so is sex. Women

can actually do everything you can't imagine for you, but you have to give them a reason. If you think the vulva is unclean and

refuse to caress it, then why should women be willing to accept your organ, which has the same function? As for swallowing semen, it's

just an unconscious act of love at its deepest. It's just swallowing, and it has nothing to do with eating. It's not like

the common scene in Japanese AVs where semen is ejaculated into a bento box and the actress pretends to be intoxicated and eats it. I think that's an insult to women and

an insult to sex. I asked my wife, and she didn't dislike the taste of my semen the first time, especially when I licked her until she

orgasmed . She would immediately have the desire to suck me and swallow my semen. She also said that when she saw me ejaculating in her mouth

, she would "lie on the bed weakly and shyly, struggling and screaming in ecstasy," and she felt a great sense of accomplishment. To

express equality, my wife often stuffs something under my waist before sucking my semen.) I used a pillow to increase my "feeling of powerlessness" because I

liked to place a pillow under her waist when I licked her, raising her nectar-drenched garden. This way, I could see

the subtle changes in the buds of her full breasts while sucking, allowing me to control the frequency of licking her clitoris and petals. With the pillow under me,

looking at cunning look in my wife's waterfall of hair, feeling the warm, wet waves washing over my lower body, I had only

one feeling: I was now completely at her mercy. (

After all this talk, the second time I brought this up was more than two years later. During that time, I secretly...) I added a couple on QQ

and excitedly asked them for advice, but I was disappointed. The man said they often

swapped partners with other couples, and he used vulgar language. He suggested I come to his home (in the same city) and have sex with his wife first, while he

filmed it. His eagerness made me suspect a honey trap. Later, his

wife came online and explained that they only swapped partners and didn't date single men. I politely told her she misunderstood; I love my

wife and want to give her great pleasure, but I don't know how. The woman didn't reply for a long time,

finally sending a message: "You're a good person, but be prepared, this is a one-way street," and then went offline.

After receiving this "good guy" card, I never contacted them again. I didn't add any more couples

until met Ruimen from Macau through work. He was of Chinese descent, seven or eight years older than me, and worked as

a business representative in mainland China. He fell in love at first sight with a bank teller in Tianjin and married this girl who was 10 years younger than him.

Ruimen possessed the innate roguish charm of Hong Kong and Taiwanese men, and loved frequenting nightclubs. To be honest, our worlds

were completely different, and we should have never crossed paths. But unexpectedly, he became my teacher once. In his

youth, countless women across mainland China, Taiwan, and Hong Kong. According to him, at this age, his physical strength was declining, but his years

of honed skills were enough to compensate. Because I had helped him coordinate a few matters with his classmates in the government, Ruimen treated me

to meals a few times and gave me some compensation, so we became somewhat acquainted. However, I was wary of him and never mentioned

my family or my wife. One summer night, after having dinner with my boss and Ruimen, we finished discussing business and my boss left first.

Ruimen and I drank a bit too much beer. Ruimen was half-reclined on the booth sofa, his fairly decent face flushed red.

He rambled on and on, in both Chinese and English. My English isn't great, but I understood most of it. He said his wife

had given birth to his child and still had a high sex drive. She seemed to know about my infidelity, so she

was "exploiting" me extra hard. He said that when he was in Macau, he had to hire a professional gigolo for a threesome at home, but

his wife had no qualms about it and was quite addicted. Now, he hadn't been hiding in mainland China for long, and his wife was coming over too,

hinting on the phone that he could continue that kind of thing. After understanding this, my mind went blank, and my heart jumped to

my throat. Did Ruimen want me to have a threesome with them? But a sudden, overwhelming sense of humiliation jolted me back

to reality. This guy was treating me like a gigolo. I got up to leave, my face darkening, but Ruimen stopped me. He said he was only telling me this because he considered me a friend.

Because they have children, they don't want their family to break up. They'll be staying in mainland China for a long time. Regarding the unavoidable

issue of finding a suitable partner, the mainland is a mixed bag; there are no professional ones, and they dare not hire part-timers. They can only ask me, a "not-

so-close but trustworthy friend," for help, because they feel "this way, neither of us will feel pressured." I could tell he

only dared to say that because he was drunk, so I sat back down. But I replied, "I can only watch you do it or

film you; I won't participate." Ruimen sighed and whispered, "Cui (pronunciation; to this day, I still don't know if

his wife's name contains 'Cui' or her surname is Cui) is very beautiful." My mind was on Lingdang; I already

regretted my answer. What the hell was I doing? But a devilish voice inside me told me: Go ahead,

just watch. You won't do anything, just broaden your horizons. Besides, they're foreigners; they won't

have any dealings with them …

Ruimen got up to pay the bill, but our leader had already paid before leaving. I

paid in cash for the extra case of beer. Ruimen looked a little embarrassed holding the money. I looked at his thin figure and chuckled inwardly.

For the next two weeks, Ruimen didn't call me. My initial excitement gradually subsided, and

my sex continued as usual. Since we were planning to have a child, we started exercising regularly, and our sex life

wasn't as frequent as before. Lingdang said I needed to conserve my energy so she could give me all the pent-up energy at once on a good day

. So she mostly used oral sex without penetration, controlling the oral sex. When she felt I was about to reach

my limit , she would stop sucking and gently blow on me, repeating this process, with the principle of not ejaculating. I suggested licking her

vulva, but she refused. Lingdang said that would make her lose control first, and she couldn't sleep until she sucked me out, so I had to

give up. Actually, I still masturbated every few days; I was really going to explode if I didn't release. About two months later,

Ruimen texted me saying he had picked up his wife from Macau and invited me to dinner that night. I texted back asking

if the child had come too, and Ruimen replied with a question mark and an exclamation mark. That evening, feeling uncertain, I still called my boss.

Perhaps it was the contrast with that fat old man, but I suddenly felt tall and imposing, and my self-esteem was extremely high.

Mrs. Ruimen was under thirty, and objectively speaking, her looks were average, but her makeup was overly glamorous and didn't quite fit my

aesthetic . However, her figure was absolutely model-like; she was about 1.75 meters tall, and in high heels, she towered over

Ruimen by a significant portion of his head. That night, she chose a rather conservative business suit, which effectively concealed some of the frivolity in

her gestures . I'm not a fan of women with watery eyes (everyone should know

what that kind of gaze represents), although I knew I wasn't handsome enough to make a seasoned player fall in love at first sight. But after the meal,

I was still a little flattered by Ruimen and Cui (that's a simpler way to address them). The boss was in high spirits that day,

partly because there was a rather attractive woman present. They chatted for several hours, and soon it was nine o'clock. Lingdang texted

me to ask what time I would finish. I replied that I would be there in a while and told her to go to sleep first. At this time, Cui got up and said she was sleepy and was going back to sleep,

bidding . I felt a little inexplicably disappointed, but also a little relieved. The boss and I got up and saw Ruimen and his wife to the parking lot.

Ruimen suddenly turned around and said to me, "Come see the contract list tomorrow afternoon, okay? Don't forget we agreed to meet at

the office ." The boss was stunned for a moment, and seeing that I didn't react, he quickly smiled and said, "How could I forget? If this kid forgets, I

'll skin him alive." Cui walked towards the car and didn't look back. Her curves were beautiful, and I felt a little hot inside. I cursed myself

a few times in my heart, and then nothing more was said that night.

Of course, Ruimen didn't ask me to see any of that damn list at three o'clock the next afternoon. This foreign trade deal

was basically doomed because of the tax refund policy. The boss knew this, but he still had a sliver of hope that I

would try to salvage it. I knew why Ruimen had called me, but I still couldn't help calling him to ask what he

was planning . Ruimen laughed on the other end of the phone and asked if I wanted to know how Cui felt about me. I remained silent without denying it;

after all, not everyone has the opportunity to participate in someone else's sex life, whether as a witness, an

observer, or something else. I needed to know the other person's psychological state, the more the better. "She said you're all show and no substance

, all looks and no substance, haha," Ruimen's mocking voice reached my ears. I was cursing internally, almost

blurting out, "Damn it, want to try it?" But I quickly realized they were playing a reverse psychology game.

I chuckled a few times and said I was just observing, asking where I could buy tickets. Ruimen was silent for a moment before hanging up and

sending me a hotel room number. The hotel was on the other side of the city, almost an hour's drive away. I

told my boss, grabbed my bag, and set off.

I won't go into the details, but when I arrived at the hotel, I said I was there for dinner, ignoring the security guard's surprised

look parked the car in the guest area, and went into the lobby. I walked through the almost luxurious corridor, took the elevator to the designated floor, and found

the carpet soft, the surroundings quiet, and the dim lighting even making me feel a little sleepy. I walked to the door of the room,

listened carefully, and then rang the doorbell. There was a commotion inside, and then I saw Ruimen, shirtless and wrapped in

a bath towel , open the door a crack. He had two strange suction cups on his chest that looked like electrocardiogram devices, and his face was flustered. He

pulled me inside and locked the door from the inside. The scene before me made my blood boil and my head spin. Thinking

back , it went like this: Cui was stripped naked, her mouth stuffed, and her hands tied to either side of the headboard.

She wasn't lying down, but kneeling awkwardly, her upper limbs arched back, her magnificent breasts

proudly erect, reflecting a strange, soft light. Her nipples were firm and full. Between her kneeling legs was

a spiral metal rod with an electrical wire attached. Two more wires extended from the rod, each with a metal clip.

I saw Ruimen climb onto the bed, clip the clips to suction cups on his chest, then fondle Cui's breasts and hand

me a black remote control. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought I was

hallucinating . In short, all I could hear was a loud buzzing and the sound of blood rushing to my head. I took the remote,

sat stiffly on the sofa beside the bed, and turned it on. I

can't remember , but I remember Ruimen and Cui both letting out suppressed sobs. Cui kept twisting and throbbing her body.

Ruimen grabbed Cui's breast with one hand and his own strangely throbbing penis with the other, stroking it. He squeezed

a little milky liquid from Cui's nipple; I thought it was breast milk. Ruimen put that nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.

I remember that in the end, Cui urinated all over the bed, and Ruimen hadn't even gotten an erection yet. I turned off the switch and

realized that my throat was parched, and although I wasn't erect, my lower body was wet. Ruimen untied Cui...

She spat out a hollow, ball-like object from her mouth, and with a sound like a sob, lunged at me. Her

breasts slammed against my face, and then a hot body pressed down on me. I was trapped between two mounds of soft flesh

, almost suffocating. My limbs felt numb, as if they had left my body. Cui's hand gripped my genitals tightly, and my penis hardened faster

than ever before . Cui said, "I want it." My soul seemed to be struck by lightning, and my whole body

convulsed involuntarily. I could no longer control the beast between my legs, and a surge of heat gushed out. I ejaculated. (Yes, it's

embarrassing, but it's true.)

Ruimen and Cui haphazardly gathered their clothes, carefully peeled off the wet sheets and threw them into the bathroom, then went in

to shower together. I closed their bathroom door before daring to frantically pull down my pants and clean myself in the outer room. It

was basically a quick wipe, and I was ready to leave as soon as I put my pants back on. No one could stand it anymore. Although Cui didn't say

anything , I knew from Ruimen's smile that he was definitely mocking me. "You can be slow to get an erection, but you can't be a quick

shooter," I thought. I wondered how I, who could last forty or fifty minutes without a condom with Lingdang, could ejaculate so quickly.

Ruimen called out to me from inside, asking if I wanted to shower. Since this was a high-end hotel, underwear could be washed and dried

immediately within an hour. I hesitated for a moment, thinking it would be better to go home in clean underwear,

so I agreed. When they came out, I found myself much calmer facing Cui's naked body. She also seemed

quite natural, telling me to take off my clothes and throw my underwear out to her. I did as she said, then closed the bathroom door and started showering.

In the running water, I suddenly felt like a girl who had been sexually assaulted; my lower body felt cold and gradually went numb.

There were bathrobes in

thisthe bathroom time the scene looked normal. They were having sex. Cui was lying face down, her hips raised high, letting Ruimen

thrust in and out between her two plump labia. People who haven't experienced it firsthand will never know the shock. I've seen plenty of porn, but

even seeing real sex was incredibly shocking. Cui moaned loudly, turning her face to look at me, her cheeks

flushed. She smiled, her moans carrying an encouraging tone. I knew I was hard again. Feeling the closeness of our daily companionship,

I couldn't deceive myself any longer. I went to the bedside, bent down, and said to Cui, "I'm sorry, I won't touch you." Then I

sat down and started masturbating, oblivious to everyone else. Ruimen continued his own movements, grunting as he watched me masturbate

but saying nothing more. After a while, Cui lay down flat. Ruimen glanced at me, and seeing that I wasn't coming, he spread Cui's legs and knelt down.

Cui was secreting a lot of fluid, and the wet sounds of his thrusting almost made me think she had lost control of her bladder again. My penis was already

throbbing with desire, and I dared not masturbate any further, afraid that even the slightest touch would cause me to ejaculate again. Thinking of

the cartoon , "That's enough, that's enough," Cui suddenly groaned, "You rascal, come and shoot it on my face."

My heart pounded. I looked up and saw Ruimen screaming as he pulled out his penis and knelt in front of Cui, ejaculating on her breasts.

Cui got up and lay on the bed, facing me, softly saying, "You won't regret it."

I got up and walked to her, lifted my bathrobe, and began to masturbate a few times, pointing my penis at her face. Ruimen, having ejaculated,

lay half-reclined and laughed, "Face shot, bro." I knew I had moved beyond the important... This step wasn't about the

two ejaculations, but about the breach of her heart and the loss of her bottom line. Cui opened her mouth and leaned forward to take me in. I

took a step back , but reached out and lifted her chin, uttering a sound that even I found unfamiliar, "

Open your mouth, I'm coming." Cui opened her mouth wide in a bit of panic, staring intently at my penis, which was now red and purple. Desire intensified

in her . I completely relaxed, and several streams of white fluid shot out from my urethra, hanging on Cui's nose,

lips, tongue, and my trembling left hand that was supporting her chin. I collapsed onto the sofa, my mind blank.

Cui cleaned herself with a tissue and then came over to wipe my penis. Her hands were soft, and her movements were gentle. I was a little

dazed and didn't remember if Cui had taken my mouth in her mouth for a while, but I guessed that when she saw I wasn't reacting, she had stopped.

? [The End]

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