Our friendship with young couples

I've been following and practicing couples' swapping for a while now. During this time, my wife has gone through a long process, from not understanding, not supporting, and not participating, to understanding, supporting, and sometimes even wanting to try it herself. I've gained a lot of insights along the way.

Why do people like swapping? Do men and women feel the same way? Because my wife initially disagreed with swapping, we mostly looked for single men in threesomes.

So, I've encountered all sorts of single men—young, older, and many I only chatted with briefly

before blocking. I'm not saying the single men I blocked were bad; I think it just means their performance didn't meet my approval, and they might find a suitable partner later.

However, there are some common things to note if you want to increase your success rate with single men, which I won't discuss here, as that's not the focus of this post.

For most of our time in couples' swapping, we mainly looked for single men because my wife initially didn't want to see me having sex with other women in front of her. On this point, my wife and I had very different feelings.
I get excited when I see other men making my wife happy, and the more she likes a single man, the more thrilled I feel.

Every time I see my wife's chat history with a single man she likes, I feel a surge of passion. Seeing the single man's passionate words with my wife on QQ makes me very happy and excited! As the number of times she contacted single men increased, my wife seemed to start to enjoy this thrill, especially during her monthly period. Sometimes she would even half-jokingly, half-seriously ask me, "Any handsome guys out there lately?" I would then quickly post ads to find her someone she liked.

Later, my wife started discussing with me how to make dating more enjoyable.

During these discussions, she would suggest we find a couple. She would say, "Honey, I'd love for you to try something new."

Seeing my wife's expression—a mixture of excitement and hesitation—I would firmly say, "No!" Gradually, my wife became serious, repeatedly saying, "Go ahead and find one, I promise I won't be angry with you," which led me to half-believingly follow the couples section on the forum.

Recently, due to various reasons, I haven't participated in dating activities for a while. I've been feeling restless lately, and I often browse the forums, read posts, and post my own.

A few days ago, I saw a couple looking for a partner. They were much younger than us, so I didn't have high hopes, but I still sent them a private message hoping they would respond.

Surprisingly, the young man added me very quickly, and we started chatting.

Let me briefly introduce them: the man is called H, and the woman is called C. Both H and C
are quite tall and have regular jobs.

During our chat, I found that H and I were very honest and shared our thoughts on dating. We talked about our past relationships, and unexpectedly, we hit it off very well. H and I quickly exchanged photos, saying we'd show them to our wives sometime.

The next day at work, H and I seemed to be really looking forward to seeing how each other's wives felt. We both told each other that our wives didn't object to continuing the relationship. At this point, it seemed like we had received our wives' approval, and H and I chatted even more.

We both believe that honesty and sincerity are our shared habits, and we appreciate each other for this. We were also looking forward to meeting for dinner as soon as possible to get to know each other better.

Later, H suggested that the four of us could have dinner together sometime so everyone could get to know each other. I told H that my wife has always insisted that all four of us should meet before continuing our relationship, to develop a connection, and then discuss the details of the next step. We both agreed on this.

After we confirmed the date for dinner, H and I discussed many details about the meeting. H and I addressed each other as brothers, I called C "sister," and he called my wife "sister."

However, on the day of the agreed meeting, my wife suddenly had something to do and couldn't make it. I said I would tell H and C right away, but unexpectedly, my wife said something that caught me off guard: "Go by yourself, honey, let you have some excitement too."

I didn't know what my wife was thinking, but I firmly refused, saying that I really had no desire to be a single man.

My wife said, "Honey, go ahead, and come back and tell me the details. I'm excited too."

Later, looking into my wife's sincere eyes, I quickly lost my insistence and said, "Okay then" (secretly pleased, hehe, don't pinch me if my wife sees this!).

However, I didn't dare tell H directly that I was going to be a single man, so I could only say that I was sorry my wife couldn't make it, and we'd reschedule.

Unexpectedly, H said, "Brother, since your sister can't come, you can come by yourself. The three of us can have fun." I quickly said, "I have no experience being a single man." H said, "It's okay, it's just for fun, don't feel pressured."
I asked H, "I want to buy my sister a small gift, what would be suitable?" H said, "No need to be too deliberate.
If really want to express your feelings, then buy a bouquet of lilies or stockings." Later, I thought lilies were too eye-catching, so I decided to choose something small and easy to carry.

To be honest, although my wife has a good figure and beautiful legs, she rarely wears stockings. In the summer, she basically wears shorts, bare legs, and sandals. So, I know almost nothing about women's stockings (although I also like the look of women wearing stockings, I don't force my wife if she doesn't want to; wife, are you angrier now? Hehehe).

On the morning of the three-person meeting, my mind was in turmoil. How should we meet? What should we say? How should I fulfill the duties of a single man?

While shopping for a gift at a department store, I searched up and down the floors for a long time. The kind of stockings with lace trim that I was looking for were rarely sold. They were mostly thick nine-point stockings or pantyhose, which are probably for everyday wear and didn't seem very sexy, hehehe. Slowly, I started to get a feel for it and even learned about the denier (D) of stockings, which I had absolutely no concept of before.

I finally found a pair of thin black stockings, but unfortunately, they didn't have lace trim, so I had no choice but to buy them. Later, I saw a very nice pair of underwear and bought that too.

Later, I asked H if I could bring a bottle of red wine, and he said if I had any, that would be fine. So,

I took the small gifts I bought and the red wine, and arrived at the agreed-upon hotel at the appointed time. I waited outside the hotel for H to tell me my room number via QQ.

At that moment, I was really nervous and expectant, a mix of emotions. I thought about my wife and children, what if the girl didn't like me? What if I didn't take good care of her? What was she like? Was she big-breasted? Sexy? Did she moan nicely? What work did I still need to report? When was my annual performance review? What drinks would I have at the dinner with my friends? My mind was racing with all sorts of random thoughts, and it was hard to calm down. This was because it was about to be my first time being a single man, and this girl was the first woman I would be in close contact with besides my wife.

I kept checking my QQ on my phone, and soon I saw H asking, "Have you arrived yet?" "I'm downstairs, take the elevator to the 7th floor, okay?"

I quickly took the elevator to the 7th floor. The doors opened, and a clean-cut, tall, handsome man with a smiling face came into view. H and I exchanged a smile, shook hands, and exchanged brief pleasantries. I followed H to room 8707.
Upon entering the room, H hesitated slightly before gently knocking on the door. After a few knocks, he heard the clatter of high heels approaching from inside. His heart pounded, his mind went blank, and he followed H into the room. The moment he entered, his sister seemed shy, quickly glancing at him before sitting on the bed.

H said, "This is your older brother, this is your younger sister." He extended his hand, saying, "Hello, sister." His sister's hands felt cold. He noticed she was wearing very little underneath a mid-length down jacket and said, "Don't catch a cold, you're dressed so lightly."

To ease the tension, he took out the bottle of red wine he had brought and asked H, "Shall we open it?" H said, "Open it, you and your sister drink, I'm driving, so I won't drink."

He poured two glasses of red wine, gave one to his sister, and said, "Come on, nice to meet you, cheers!" He noticed his sister drank very quickly; in no time, more than half the bottle of red wine was gone.

He felt she was drinking a little too fast and started to feel a little tipsy; the room suddenly became hazy.

I took out the gift I bought for my younger sister and gave it to her, saying that I didn't know what she liked, so I bought her stockings and underwear, hoping she would like them.

H took the small paper bag containing the gift from my sister and said, "Don't you want to thank your big brother?" My

sister softly said thank you, and I said, "You're welcome." At this moment, my younger brother and I sat on either side of my sister. My brother would occasionally kiss her cheek, and my sister would shyly try to avoid him, gently scolding him in a soft voice. Looking at the scene before me, I felt excited and nervous, unsure of what to do.

Later, H said, "Big brother, we've both showered at home. You go and shower first; we'll wait for you." I said, "Okay ."
Reaching the bathroom, I hastily and quickly began to undress. Winter clothes seemed so difficult to remove, one layer at a time, so tedious. Inadvertently, I saw in the mirror on the wall that H and C had already begun their intimate activities. My sister was wearing light-colored high heels, flesh-colored stockings, and a light-colored cotton knit skirt underneath. She slowly lay down on the bed, her legs bent, her feet resting on the edge of the large bed. The room was filled with arousing moans, kissing sounds, and the low voices of H and C.

I was thrilled, wanting to join in, to feel my sister's tenderness up close. I rushed into the bathroom, deliberately leaving the door open to shower. With the sound of the running water, it seemed my sister's moans were growing louder.

I quickly washed and dried myself, then came out wrapped in a towel.

Seeing H and C embracing and kissing, I quickly threw off the towel and joined in the blood-pumping activity.

Seeing that H was taking care of his younger sister's upper body, I started from the bottom.

I gently lifted his sister's feet, which were wearing high heels, and examined them carefully. They were delicate and clean, like new shoes.

I held his sister's legs and slowly stroked them. His sister made a muffled sound, and then I whispered in his sister's ear, "Sister, you're so beautiful. Can I take off your high heels?" His sister shyly said "Mmm," and I slowly began to take off his sister's high heels.

I gently lifted his sister's feet, which were clad in stockings, and slowly smelled them. The faint scent of her feet, the smell of leather, and the fresh perfume made me feel intoxicated.

I gently took off his sister's shoes, revealing a pair of small feet encased in stockings. Her toenails were painted. Because the stockings were thin and flesh-colored, the color of the stockings blended with her skin tone, making her small feet look delicate, cute, and sexy. I played with them in my hands, and then my younger brother said, "Big brother, are sister's feet pretty?" "It looks amazing, so sexy, I love it, I love it so much, I'm speechless."

After hearing this, my brother and sister kissed deeply again.

The room was dimly lit, the bedside lamp shining on their heads. I could feel how deeply they were kissing, and my sister was making soft, indistinct sounds.

I gently kissed my sister's feet, slowly moving down from her knees, changing positions on each leg, gently holding her feet in my mouth, occasionally nibbling her toes. At this point, my sister's moans grew louder.

My brother alternately kissed my sister's breasts and lips, and she murmured indistinct words, moaning with pleasure. The dim lighting in the room immediately immersed us in an ambiguous atmosphere.

Then, my brother started to take off my sister's skirt, and the two whispered sweet nothings, their chests pressed together. My sister's legs were draped over mine, and I leaned down, feeling the smoothness of her stockings and lower abdomen. My sister wasn't wearing underwear, and I noticed her genitals were already glistening.

At this moment, I whispered in my sister's ear, "Sweetie, let me take off your stockings." She shyly agreed.
I slowly removed her stockings, and she was now completely naked.

My brother straightened up, and we began to admire her private parts (we had agreed beforehand).
(Due to forum rules, overly detailed descriptions are omitted here; please forgive me!).

My brother asked me, "Big brother, is my sister's pretty?" "Very pretty, very moist!" (Overly detailed descriptions are omitted here). My brother gave me an encouraging look, and as if I had received permission and a command, I immediately took her entire vulva into my mouth. My sister let out a soft "ah," and my brother kissed her mouth even more passionately.
I began to eat like I had found a treasure, while my brother used his "treasure" to caress her mouth, occasionally taking a deep throat. At the same time, my sister would involuntarily cough, and her coughs would cause her private parts to contract in waves. The feeling was like a dream.

We were both immersed in this blissful moment, as if the world only contained the three of us.

Gradually, my brother and I quickened our pace, and my sister's muffled sounds grew louder. Finally, she tilted her head, expelled my brother's penis, let out a loud cry, and froze.

My brother told me, "Sister's here."

At this moment, my sister's face was flushed, her eyes filled with satisfaction and shyness. My brother and I pulled back the covers, placed my sister in the middle, and the three of us snuggled together, chatting. After

my sister's orgasm, the three of us entered a period of calm. Since we had no secrets, there was no awkwardness between us. We felt comfortable lying intimately together, very harmonious.

We started chatting affectionately, and my sister went from being silent and unfamiliar to laughing along with our jokes.

Only then did I dare to look at my sister properly: her long, dark hair, the fine strands at her temples, the outline of her ears, her smooth back pressed against my chest.

She hugged my breasts, murmuring something, acting coquettishly, so alluring! H and I also racked our brains for jokes, making my sister laugh heartily. When she laughed, her body would involuntarily tremble, her smooth skin brushing against mine, even my sensitive areas—the feeling was indescribable.

Looking at my shy sister before me, stroking her smooth, creamy skin, a feeling of tenderness welled up inside me, and my desire surged.

I began kissing her earlobes; she wore small earrings, and licking them, I could feel the cool touch of her earrings against my tongue, stimulating my inner passion.

My sister seemed to enjoy the kiss. As I kissed her, I whispered in her ear, "Sister, I love you. The moment you looked at me, your face, your skin, your demeanor, your shyness—everything about you intensely stimulated me. You've conquered me!" My sister enjoyed my passionate words, her arms tightening around my brother, her lips kissing his, responding to my praise in a muffled voice. I moved down my sister's earlobe, who was lying on her side in my brother's arms, and kissed her rounded, fragrant shoulders. Her shoulders exuded a pure, sweet scent that intoxicated me. My lips left their marks on her back, her hips, her smooth legs, and her feet.

I watched my increasingly excited sister, her passionate body seemingly turning towards me—the most obvious hint she could give me. Her little hands searched and found my hardness. At that moment, it seemed the world froze.

I couldn't wait to part my sister's legs with my hands and lower my head towards her incredibly tender area. My sister had shaved off all the excess hair, and my lips couldn't feel any stubble. I explored from bottom to top, swept from left to right, gently rotated, and rapidly undulated. Each touch caused my sister's body to ripple, and the sounds that were initially muffled became clearer and clearer. All of this encouraged me to taste every part of my sister's body even more diligently, periodically moving back and forth to my sister's most sensitive spots.

My brother was also excited, saying next to my sister's beautiful, smiling face, "Wife, I love you." My sister responded, "Husband, I love you too!" At this moment, my brother pulled my sister into his arms with her back to him. At first, I thought my brother was afraid that I was too tired from looking down, but then I saw my brother's hardness explore under my sister's buttocks a few times before deeply penetrating my sister's back. My sister let out a low cry, "Oh my god!" My brother began to move gently. This was my first time being a single man, and it was also the first time I had ever seen anal sex. My blood seemed to boil all over.

However, to my embarrassment, my younger brother was utterly lacking in energy and felt incredibly inferior.

Seeing my sister's writhing, expectant body, I could only skillfully begin to kiss her, coordinating with their movements. I kissed her lips, her breasts, her lower abdomen, her navel, and her blinking eyes. With our combined efforts, my sister's cries grew louder and louder, until she suddenly froze in my brother's arms…

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