[Our Friendships with Young Couples] Author: eric8213

Our Friendships with Young Couples

Author: eric8213
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We've been following this community and implementing ***** 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 participate herself. In this
process I've gained many insights.

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 for threesomes.

Therefore, I've encountered all sorts of single men—young, older, and many whom I
block after a few words.

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 couple later.

However, if a single man wants to increase his success rate, there are some common things to pay attention to, which I won't discuss
here , as that's not the focus of this post.

For most of our time together as a couple, we primarily dated single men. Initially, my wife was unwilling
to see me having sex with other women in front of her, and our feelings on this point were quite different.

I was happy when I saw other men who pleased my wife; the more she liked a single man,
the more exciting I felt.

Seeing my wife's chat history with single men she liked always got me excited. Seeing
the passionate words between them on QQ made me very happy and thrilled! As we dated single men more
often , my wife seemed to start to enjoy the 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 online 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 finding a couple to date. She would even say, "Honey, I'd love for you
to try something new .

" Seeing her hesitant yet excited expression, I would firmly say, "No!" Gradually,
my wife became more serious, repeatedly saying, "Go ahead and find someone, I promise I won't be angry with you." Only then did I tentatively start following the
couples' forum.

Recently, due to various reasons, I haven't participated in dating activities for a while, and I've slowly started to feel
restless. In my free time, I often browse the forum, read posts, and post my own.

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

Unexpectedly, the young man quickly added me, 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 legitimate jobs.

During our chat, I found that H and I were very honest, sharing our
thoughts and discussing our past relationships. Unexpectedly, we hit it off immediately, and H and I quickly exchanged
photos, saying we'd find a chance to show them to our wives.

The next day, H and I were both eagerly anticipating how our wives felt about
continuing our relationship. We both told each other that our wives hadn't objected, and it felt like we had their approval. H and I
started talking more.

We both agreed that honesty and sincerity were our shared habits and appreciated 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 always insisted that all four of us should meet before continuing our relationship, to develop a connection,
and then discuss the next steps. We both agreed on this.

After we set a 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 his 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'd tell H and C right away, but
to my surprise, she said something that caught me completely off guard: "Go ahead, honey, let you experience that
thrill too!"

I don't know what my wife was thinking, but she firmly refused, saying she really had
no .

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

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

However, I didn't dare tell H directly that I wanted to be a single man, so I just said, "I'm sorry, my wife can't make it, let's
reschedule. "

Unexpectedly, H said, "Brother, since my sister can't come, you can come by yourself, the three of us can play." 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 should I buy?" H said, "No need to be too deliberate.
If you really want to express your feelings, buy a bouquet of lilies or stockings." Later, I thought lilies were too flashy, 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 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 don't seem very sexy, hehehe. Slowly, I started to get a feel for it and even learned
about stocking denier (D) sizes. Before, I had absolutely no concept of them.

I finally found some thin black stockings, but unfortunately they didn't have any lace trim, so I had to buy them anyway
. Later, I saw some really pretty underwear and bought a pair too.

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

So, I took the small gift and the red wine and arrived at the agreed-upon hotel at the appointed time,
waiting H to send me my room number via QQ.

At that moment, I was incredibly nervous and excited, a mix of emotions. I thought about my wife, my children,
what if the girl didn't like me? What if I didn't please her? What was she like?
Were her breasts big? Was she sexy? Did she moan nicely? What work did I 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 my first time being a single man, and this girl was
the first woman I'd been 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, you take the elevator to the 7th
floor, okay?

I quickly took the elevator to the 7th floor. The elevator doors opened, and a clean-cut, tall, handsome man with
a smiling face came into view. H and I smiled at each other, shook hands, and exchanged brief pleasantries. I followed H to
room 8707. H hesitated slightly, then gently knocked on the door. After a few knocks, I heard
the clicking of high heels coming closer and closer. My heart was pounding, and my mind went blank. I followed
H into the room. The moment I entered, the girl seemed shy, quickly glancing at me before sitting on
the bed.

H said, "This is your older brother, this is your younger sister." I extended my hand, "Hello, younger sister." Her hands felt cold.
I noticed she was wearing very little underneath, with only a mid-length down jacket on top. I said, "Don't catch a cold, you're wearing
so little.

" To ease the tension, I took out the bottle of red wine I had brought and asked H, "Shall I open it?" H said, "Go ahead, 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 then said to her, "Come on, nice to meet you, cheers!" I
noticed that my sister drank very quickly; in no time, more than half of the bottle of red wine was gone.

She seemed to be drinking a little too fast, and I started to feel a bit tipsy; the room suddenly became hazy.

I took out the gift I bought for my sister and gave it to her, saying, "I didn't know what you liked, so I bought you stockings and
underwear . I hope you like them.

" H took the small paper bag containing the gift from my sister and said, "Aren't you going to thank your big brother?" My sister softly said, "Thank you, big brother,"
and I said, "You're welcome."

At this point, my brother and I sat on either side of my sister. My brother would occasionally kiss her cheek, and
she would shyly dodge away, softly scolding me. Looking at the scene before me, I felt excited and
nervous, unsure of what to do.

Later, H said, "Big brother, we've already showered at home. You go and shower first, we'll wait for you," and 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 . 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

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 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 replied, "Okay."

I slowly took off my sister's stockings, and she was now completely naked.

My brother straightened up, and we began to admire my sister's private parts (we had agreed on this beforehand).

(Due to forum rules, overly detailed descriptions are omitted here; please forgive me!)

My younger brother asked me, "Big brother, is little sister 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 little sister's entire
breast into my mouth. Little sister let out a soft "ah," and my brother kissed her lips even more passionately.

I began to eat like I had found a treasure, while my brother used his "treasure" to serve little sister's mouth, occasionally
taking a deep throat. At the same time, little sister would involuntarily cough, her cough causing 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 consisted of the three of us.

Gradually, my brother and I quickened our pace, little sister's muffled sounds grew louder, and finally, little
sister tilted her head, spat out my brother's "treasure," cried out loudly, and her whole body stiffened.

My brother said to me, "Little sister has come."

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 her in the middle, and the three of us snuggled together, chatting.

After my sister had her moment of pleasure, the three of us entered a period of calm. Since we had no secrets anymore,
there was no awkwardness between us. It felt harmonious to lie intimately together
.

We started chatting affectionately, and my sister went from being aloof and silent to
laughing heartily at 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 had her arms around H, murmuring something, acting coquettishly, so charming! H and I also racked our brains
for jokes, making my sister laugh again and again. When she laughed, her body would tremble involuntarily
, her smooth skin brushing against my body, even my sensitive areas—the feeling was hard to
describe .

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

I began to kiss her earlobe. 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 this 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 murmur. I moved down from my sister's earlobe
, who was lying on her side in my brother's arms, and kissed her rounded, fragrant shoulder. Her shoulder exuded a pure, sweet fragrance that intoxicated me. Her back, her
hips, her smooth legs, her feet—all bore the marks of my lips.

I watched my increasingly excited sister, her passionate body seemingly turning towards me—
the clearest hint she could give me. Her little hands searched and found my erection. At that
moment , the world seemed to freeze.

I eagerly parted her legs, lowering my head to her incredibly tender area. She had
shaved away all the excess hair; my lips felt no stubble. I explored from bottom to top,
swept from left to right, gently rotating, rapidly undulating. Each touch caused a ripple in her body, her
previously muffled sounds growing clearer. All of this encouraged me to
savor every part of her body, periodically moving to her most sensitive spots.

My brother was also excited, saying beside 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, her back to him. I initially
thought he was worried about me getting tired from looking down, but then I saw his erection explore under my sister's buttocks a few times before
deeply penetrating her from behind. My sister let out a low cry, "Oh my god!" My brother then began to
move gently. This was my first time being a single man, and also my first time seeing anal sex. My blood seemed to boil. 　　However, embarrassingly, my brother was completely unresponsive, and I felt incredibly inferior. 　　Looking at my sister's writhing, expectant body, I could only skillfully use my lips to caress her, matching their movements. I kissed my sister's 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 stiffened in my brother 's arms. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(The End)

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