Trading a prostitute for another man's wife

I'm 28 years old, currently unemployed for a month. I have a steady girlfriend and also regular casual sex partners (mostly mature women and horny

girls with boyfriends who can't get sexual release). Of course, I consider most of them as cannon fodder and worthless.

Recently, I've been thinking about the exciting sexual things I've done in the past, and I'd like to share with my fellow casual sex partners.

Trigger:

Perhaps because I'm used to excitement, or perhaps in search of new pleasures, I've done many things like illicit sex and adultery

. Of course, the thing that gave me the most psychological pleasure, and might be considered somewhat perverse, was my first time swapping a prostitute for

someone else's wife. Looking back on this a year ago, I don't know if it was joy or pleasure, just impulsiveness

. So I've done everything I could, and now when I think about it, I have a peaceful feeling.

Cause:

On May 8, 2003, around 11:00 PM, after returning from work, I opened my PC as usual and entered

a video chat room I was familiar with (there were many passionate girls here; if you joined a certain group, you could have passionate sex

and video chats every day, of course, these VIP benefits were based on trust). I probably saw eight people on one

platform blatant passion, men and women alike. After a while, I got a little tired of it; it felt not much different from watching porn.

So I created my own chat room platform called "Passionate Interaction" hoping to find new excitement. About three minutes later

, a couple joined the video chat; the man called himself "Wife Swapping," and the woman called herself "Husband Swapping." I didn't pay much attention at first. I exchanged a few casual pleasantries with them .

Perhaps my ID was somewhat well-known in this video chat room,

as they seemed to know my tastes and preferences. They directly asked if I was interested in wife-swapping. I was

quite curious at the time, as I'd tried everything before, and this seemed to be the first time someone had been so direct. So I agreed

. Of course, I also learned a bit about the couple: the man was 37, a business owner (high school diploma), and

the woman was 28, a finance professional (bachelor's degree). They had one son, had been married for six years, and were platinum members of the website (at that

time , although I had some reputation, I was only a gold member; membership levels were related to experience). Then we... [siz

e= 4] We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to contact each other afterward to proceed with the exchange. Of course, I didn't have a wife,

so I used my girlfriend as the condition for the exchange. Perhaps they trusted me more. The woman's figure was also shown in the video

(although she had given birth and was a bit chubby, she was still pretty overall, and her butt was quite attractive)...

Development:

After we went offline, as agreed, we talked on the phone and arranged

to meet at a well-known pub in Xintiandi, Shanghai, the day after tomorrow. I initially agreed out of curiosity, but later I felt it

was getting more and more realistic. Since I frequented that website, there were many things to consider, and I couldn't back out. As the Shanghai saying goes,

"If the wave is thrown out, you have to stand on the wave." To be honest, I felt quite helpless after the phone call. Although I

enjoy sex and passion, I've never used my woman or my casual sex partner as a bargaining chip

to sleep with another man, nor am I mentally prepared to have sex with someone else's wife under such special circumstances. This

feels very different from stealing someone else's wife, and it's also different from buying prostitution. After thinking about it for half the night, and it was almost dawn, I

finally came up with an even more unhealthy and exciting method. Looking back now, I feel quite despicable, but

at the time I was quite excited. I could go to a prostitute, give her a sum of money to pretend to be my girlfriend, and

swap wives with some man. Of course, everything went smoothly. Through a friend, I found a prostitute, gave her 1,000,

and arranged everything beforehand. And so, my plan to swap my prostitute for someone else's wife began...

to be continued^^^^^^^^^^

Climax:

The next day, we met as agreed. The prostitute and I were waiting in a corner of the pub at 20:00 sharp.

But after half an hour, nothing happened. I started to get anxious, wondering if they were playing a joke on me, otherwise my

1,000 would have been for nothing (because I'm averse to prostitutes and find them dirty). I casually observed my

surroundings . The pub was large, and with few people, it felt relatively spacious. All sorts

of men and women seemed to be observing their surroundings, as if they were about to capture their prey... At that moment, my phone rang. It was

them calling, "Your wife is quite nice, and very young." I was taken aback. No

one was coming in or out of the pub. Then the music coming from the phone matched the music in my pub. I

nervously looked around and finally spotted a couple in the north corner. Everyone took pictures below, and they

waved to me, signaling me to come over. Although I was a little annoyed, damn it, they'd been hiding in the corner watching me for half an hour. That's really

insidious. I grabbed Miss Chicken's hand and walked towards them, casually observing the couple as well. The man was

a bit fat, the kind of guy who couldn't see his own penis when he stood up to pee, looking like a nouveau riche. The woman

was very mature and dressed very seductively, with a lot of gold and platinum. We sat down and started

chatting. The man greeted saying, "To be on the safe side, people like us need to be more self-protective." The woman was rather silent,

holding her man's hand the whole time, as if they had a very good relationship (damn, it sounded so fake to me).

We had a Western meal together. The food was good, but I was quite nervous. The man was very talkative and kept asking me

about my girlfriend and me. I was feeling guilty and afraid of giving myself away (I had previously asked the woman not to wear studded pants and

not to swear incessantly; at least she had to act polite

). Luckily, she was smart; she'd do what she was asked for. Throughout the meal, no one mentioned

the rules or methods of wife-swapping, and of course, I couldn't break the ice. During the meal, one of the women seemed quite considerate

, constantly handing her man salad and jam. I secretly observed her; she had a fair complexion and thin eyebrows.

The signs of grooming were obvious; the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and her hair was dyed blonde, though after a while, you could see the

black roots. Her neck, while not exactly beautiful, was at least long. Overall, she had a rather elegant air (I was thinking to myself, "If I

sleep with this bitch tonight, I wonder if she'll still lecture me on life's lessons, haha. A perfect

image of a refined, mature woman."). The meal was rather rushed. The man was very direct and frank, asking me: "I

've already , shall we go?"... His previous reserve during the meal suddenly veered off-topic, catching me

off guard. But in my mind, I thought, "The game is about to begin."

We went into the hotel and each went to rooms 1203 and 1205 respectively. He said he needed to talk to his wife.

"What do you want?" I agreed, and then I told the prostitute in the room, "Don't go for any 'full

service ,' or I'll be embarrassed if someone finds out." I felt that the man was a seasoned pro, and seemed to

have some experience in wife-swapping, so I was worried he would notice something amiss. Luckily, the prostitute I hired was smart and

knew ...

He knocked on my door and gave me the key to the next room. Of course, I wasn't going to back down, so I gestured to leave and then

kissed the prostitute (thinking to myself, "Damn, that's disgusting. It's my first time kissing a prostitute. If it weren't for... I wouldn't have done it.").

I closed my door, took the key, and went into the next room. The woman was sitting on the bed, seemingly not very happy,

expressionless, and staring blankly at the TV. I was probably a little nervous because it was my first time doing something like this,

so I sat down against the headboard and asked her if she wanted some water. She didn't react...

After about five quiet minutes, she walked up to me, started taking off her clothes, took off her bra,

threw away , leaving her in only a white lace panty (I extremely dislike white because I feel that pure

colors are evil). She didn't smile at me, but just asked me suspiciously, "What's wrong? Should we take a shower

first ?" Maybe I was a little flustered, so I shook my head. She seemed very skilled, adjusting the room lights to

the lowest setting, and started touching my penis. Then she took off my pants. At this point, I probably wasn't quite aroused yet , only watching her breasts swaying as she squatted down. Her areolas were a bit dark, probably from being sucked too much

by her man . 　　However, her lower abdomen was quite beautiful, without an ounce of fat. She pressed me down on the bed and played with my penis with her hand, which felt quite good. She even teased my anus with her little finger, and I could feel the sound of her long, thin nails touching my anal and pubic hair . I lay flat like a log, completely lacking the relaxation I used to feel when having sex. I felt like a work of art being caressed. Perhaps because my head was close to the headboard, I could already hear the lewd sounds coming from the couple next door. Haha, maybe the woman heard it too. I don't know why she suddenly became addicted again , giving me oral sex and then licking my anus, her hands moving... Quite experienced, I felt a surge of energy, like , my blood boiling. I lifted my legs, exposing my anus and genitals to her. She skillfully played with my testicles, sucking on my urethra and anus. I gradually got into the mood, squeezing her breasts, feeling their softness. I squeezed them hard, her oral sex rhythm varying with my squeezing. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, but I held it in. I teased her lips with my toes—damn, it felt so good. I guessed she was aroused too, sucking on my toes… After 　　the foreplay, she straddled me, easily inserting my penis. Perhaps because she had given birth , I felt she was a bit more relaxed than my girlfriend, but her body temperature was very high, my penis head felt like it was burning, incredibly comfortable and pleasurable. I lay still, while she swayed her breasts and buttocks up and down. "Thump thump thump thump thump thump," at this moment, only the pleasure of my penis penetrating and the sounds of our bodies colliding could be heard. I thrust hard into her waist, trying to push upwards. My testicles were squeezed by the flesh of her buttocks, but it felt incredibly pleasurable. I continued to thrust. Strangely, she didn't moan, but her expression and demeanor were one of pure ecstasy. It was my first time having sex with a woman, and seeing her so completely silent, our room was quiet except for the "sound of flesh being torn apart" during sex . This continued for about 20 minutes. I pulled out and ejaculated onto her anus. I could see the semen flowing down her anus to her perineum, then leaving a trail on her vulva, finally sliding down her pubic hair like a slug... We didn't do it a second time that night. The sounds of sex were constant next door all night, but my wife and I slept quietly. I could tell she wasn't very happy, so I asked, "How many times have you done wife-swapping?" She didn't answer. I asked again, and she replied that it was the third time. Perhaps because I looked approachable, she felt comfortable telling me about her experiences. The story 　　goes that her husband forced her into wife-swapping for the first time. She became addicted, and her husband, enamored with the swapping, tried to fulfill his every whim . I felt sorry for her; she cried on my shoulder. At that moment, I felt sorry for her and thought about how I had swapped a prostitute for someone else's wife – it was truly immoral, and I felt a pang of guilt… That night, I didn't have sex with her a second time, even though my libido was still high. The noise from the neighbors making love made it impossible for me to calm down. 　　In conclusion: From then on, my name probably became known among the wife-swapping club members, and they spoke highly 　　of my "girlfriend" (of course, prostitutes make a living this way, so she's always good). Many friends in this circle contacted me hoping to swap wives. Because of this experience, which left a very bad impression, and because I still remembered the woman's tears and her disappointed expression, I changed my phone number and never did it again. 　　In short, I did not feel any pleasure from this experience. I hope that when you are into pornography, you should have ethics and morality. Only in this way can you have real pleasure and sex.

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