The mental journey before wife swapping

(I) My Strong-Willed Wife
and I My wife, Jingjing, and I were college classmates. Back then, Jingjing was the most beautiful girl in our class, and her family was very wealthy. In today's terms, you could call her a "goddess."
However, Jingjing had a terrible temper and was extremely strong-willed, so she didn't have many friends, and many suitors were scared off by her temper.
I was just one of her many suitors. I was of average appearance and my family wasn't wealthy either. I usually ran errands for the goddess, hoping that she would notice me. But Lady Luck smiled on me. On the eve of graduation, Jingjing finally chose me. I was overwhelmed with excitement, thinking that my years of hard work had finally paid off, but little did I know that it was the beginning of a nightmare. Jingjing

and I got married quickly. I gave up the job my parents had found for me in my hometown and married into Jingjing's family, becoming a live-in son-in-law. Jingjing's father had died early, and the family consisted only of Jingjing's mother and younger sister, both of whom were beautiful. Don't you think this kind of life is too wonderful? Hehe, unfortunately, that kind of wonderful life only exists in books. I was just a nanny they hired, a servant who could be ordered around at will.
I soon discovered that Jing had never loved me. All she needed was an honest, reliable husband in name only, someone who wouldn't cheat on her. Who that person was was completely unimportant.

Every Wednesday was my happiest day because it was the day my wife granted me permission to have sex. I always prepared thoroughly; only when I had her on top of me did I feel like a real man.
Shamefully, no matter what I did, she didn't react much. I even suspected she was a lesbian and had no interest in men.

After my relentless efforts, my wife finally gave birth to our daughter last October. Her family devoted all their time to our daughter, and I finally had time to go online and browse forums. An article about wife-swapping and one-night stands caught my eye. It was like a devil, seizing my heart. How exciting it would be if Jing were on top of another man!

I started looking for wife-swapping groups, and my efforts finally paid off. I felt like I'd discovered a whole new world. I posted photos of my wife in the group, and immediately many people messaged me. My wife, though 30 and a mother, still had a great figure, and now with the added allure of a mature woman, she was simply stunning. Soon, a guy called "Fatty" caught my attention—for no particular reason, because my wife hates fat guys.

I chatted with him. Fatty was a security guard. I was initially surprised that someone from the bottom of society like him could be in a wife-swapping group, but after seeing his wife's photos, I changed my mind. She was beautiful and elegant, with long, flowing hair, and even bore a resemblance to Liu Yifei. I don't know what methods he used to get such a beautiful wife, and he doesn't appreciate her. Anyway, I have no right to criticize him.

This fat guy fulfilled all my requests. He also drooled over my wife. Although I was also interested in his wife, what I cared about most was seeing Jing under someone else. To be honest, although Jing had a bad temper, she was a very traditional woman at heart. I was the one who took her virginity. If I told her now that we should play a wife-swapping game, the result would definitely be divorce.

The date was set for October 1st this year. The fat guy and I agreed to go to the same place, stay in the same hotel, and then use imported drugs to knock my wife out. Then we would switch rooms and switch back in the morning. It would seem seamless. The fat guy said the drug was very strong, and he had already done it several times without my wife noticing at all. The fat guy was

very good at playing games. He even prepared a very sexy lingerie set for my wife, black stockings, sleeveless, barely covering her buttocks. My wife would never wear this kind of lingerie normally.
The fat man was very excited. He said he would personally change my wife into this lingerie. He said he had already played with several young women like this, and it was incredibly exciting. He even asked me to prepare one for his wife as well. But all I could think about was Jing wearing sexy lingerie, unconsciously moaning under a strange man.

I had already told Jing about my plans to go out during the National Day holiday, and she surprisingly agreed happily. It seems that her personality will gradually improve after giving birth. I hesitated for a moment. After all, I still love my wife, and this wife-swapping might be a one-way street that would destroy everything that is beautiful now. But I can't turn back now.

(II) My sister-in-law and I
Last time I told you about my wife and me. This time I'll tell you about my sister-in-law, Yanzi.

My sister-in-law is twenty-five years old this year. She works as a clerk in the community police station. My wife's sister is naturally not bad either. She has grown up to be graceful and can be considered a policewoman.
My sister-in-law is just like my wife. She has a bad temper and a serious princess complex, even more so than my wife, because my mother-in-law spoils her too much.
Yan is married now. Her uncle is from the city, but he's not as easy to talk to as I am. They often argue over trivial things, sometimes even getting physical. My wife and I have had to get up in the middle of the night several times because of calls from my mother-in-law to mediate.
Unable to take it anymore, her uncle finally chose to divorce. Yan, in a fit of pique, signed the papers without consulting us. My mother-in-law was furious and gave her a good scolding. Yan hid in her room and cried for two days. My mother-in-law had

no choice but to give in. Now single again, my sister-in-law is very depressed. After all, she's only in her twenties, and getting divorced after less than three years of marriage is hard for anyone.
My wife feels sorry for her sister and wanted her to stay with us.
So, my sister-in-law moved in and slept in my wife's and my bed.
Don't get me wrong, I was relegated to the living room…
With my wife by my side, my sister-in-law finally started to recover.
About half a year ago, my wife was pregnant at the time. My sister-in-law had a company dinner, and my wife wasn't home that day. I was home alone when the phone rang. It was my sister-in-law's colleague calling on her phone, saying that my sister-in-law was drunk and I needed to open the door quickly.

I rushed to open the door, and there stood my sister-in-law, her face flushed, her hair disheveled, completely unconscious.
Her colleague and I helped her to bed, and then her colleague left.
I was going to get her some hangover soup; this girl must have been thinking about her ex-husband during the meal, and the sight of the meal triggered her emotions, causing her to drink like this.
As I was thinking, I accidentally touched my sister-in-law's leg. She was wearing a police uniform that day, with a police skirt. Her clothes were already disheveled when my colleagues and I moved her, and now, with my touch, most of her leg was exposed. Looking at those legs, every little thing my sister-in-law did in front of me flashed through my mind, and I instantly felt a surge of lust. By the time I came to my senses, I had already pulled her skirt down to her knees, her two snow-white thighs completely exposed before me.
I admit I completely lost the ability to think at that moment. I trembled as I tried to pull off her underwear, as if protecting her last sacred place; the underwear just wouldn't come off. I was sweating profusely with nervousness, but finally managed to pull it off, my palms drenched in sweat.

My sister-in-law didn't have much pubic hair, but it looked very clean.
Looking at my sister-in-law, completely naked from the waist down, I suddenly thought of my wedding night with my wife. She was thoroughly drunk, though I hadn't stopped the relatives from urging her to drink. Looking at my wife, finally mine, I couldn't resist any longer and quickly stripped her naked. The pain of deflowering her caused even her drunken wife to moan unconsciously. I had to go slowly, and when I saw the stain of blood on the sheets, I truly felt like the happiest person in the world, that my life had been worthwhile!

If my wedding night with my wife was more exciting than nervous, then this time with my sister-in-law was more nervous than excited. When I aimed my penis at her opening, my whole body trembled with tension.
Finally, I got in, but my sister-in-law was incredibly tight, almost like when I deflowered my wife. It seemed her ex-husband hadn't used her in a long time. Plus, there was no foreplay, so it was extremely dry. I couldn't use too much force, afraid of waking her, so I had to proceed slowly.

My sister-in-law woke up in pain halfway through my penetration. She started crying and struggling violently. But I had no way out, so I covered her mouth with one hand and increased the force of my thrusts. Fortunately, I was already halfway in, and with this effort, I finally entered her completely. However, due to the tension and her violent resistance, I ejaculated after only a few thrusts.

After the pleasure subsided, I came to my senses and realized I had made a huge mistake. I didn't know what to do.
When I came to my senses, my sister-in-law was already crying and had called my mother-in-law, saying that her brother-in-law had abused her and asking her to come immediately.

My mother-in-law arrived quickly. As soon as she entered and saw my sister-in-law, disheveled and still crying, she immediately understood.
She slapped me across the face and told me to roll over. I had no choice but to kneel on the ground and beg for her forgiveness.
Suddenly, my sister-in-law grabbed the phone and said she was going to call the police. I was terrified. Luckily, my mother-in-law snatched the phone away, otherwise, my sister-in-law, my wife, and the baby in my belly would all be doomed.

In the end, my mother-in-law suppressed the matter, saying, "Just think of it as being bitten by a dog!
" That's the sentence I remember most clearly at the time.
My sister-in-law went home with my mother-in-law that day. My wife was quite surprised when she got home, but my mother-in-law called and said that my sister-in-law was homesick, which made things right.

After this incident, I rarely saw my sister-in-law. Even when I did, her eyes looked like she wanted to eat me alive, and she never called me brother-in-law again.
Because of the double blow of divorce and losing her virginity, my once lively and cheerful sister-in-law became absent-minded and listless. I felt very guilty, but there was nothing I could do. My wife felt sorry for her sister and kept asking me to look around at work to see if there were any suitable introductions for her, so I had to give her a perfunctory answer.
Fortunately, my daughter was born recently, and my sister-in-law has been playing with the little one all day, so she has a smile on her face now. That's

the end of my story with my sister-in-law. Next time, I should talk about my mother-in-law.
(III) Me and My Reserved Mother-in-Law
My mother-in-law, Fang, is over fifty years old this year. She is shrewd and capable, and is a typical southern woman.

My father-in-law died in a car accident when my wife was in elementary school, leaving my mother-in-law a widow. With the compensation money and some savings, she opened a small supermarket, which did quite well.
She used her earnings to buy several shops, but later, with skyrocketing property prices and her two daughters grown up, she simply sold the supermarket and became a landlady.

As the saying goes, "a relaxed mind leads to a plump body," and since my mother-in-law had no pressure at home, she naturally gained weight. However, she took excellent care of herself. While other elderly people went to square dancing, she hired a fitness instructor and frequented the gym. While
others gained weight all over their bodies, hers only went to two places: her buttocks and breasts. Her breasts, in particular, seemed to have undergone a second puberty, appearing exceptionally full and shapely, even in loose-fitting clothes.
It's no exaggeration to say that even my wife and sister-in-law combined weren't as large as hers. Combined with the refined elegance that comes with age, she was like a fine old wine, leaving a lasting impression.
My mother-in-law is absolutely the epitome of a mature woman. For a comparison, you can look to the wife of a certain singing leader; my mother-in-law's demeanor is very similar, giving off an air of noblewoman, aloof and unapproachable.

When my wife and I first got married, our new house had just been renovated and smelled terrible, so we temporarily stayed at my mother-in-law's. That's when I had the opportunity to witness another side of her.

It was summer, and we showered every day.
There was only one bathroom upstairs, so my mother-in-law would shower first, then we would. After showering, she liked to throw her dirty underwear and clothes together and then wash them the next day.
Perhaps this wouldn't have been a problem before, when there were only women in the house, but now that I was a man, it wasn't quite right. However, my mother-in-law didn't seem to mind.

During that time, studying my mother-in-law's underwear while showering became my happiest activity.
Despite being over fifty, she had an all-encompassing collection of underwear—patterned lace, black stockings with camisoles, gold-trimmed leopard print, even thongs.
I held my mother-in-law's underwear on my brother-in-law's chest, imagining her plump, round buttocks wearing those tiny strips of fabric, kneeling on the ground servicing me. Just thinking about it made me incredibly hard. Compared to that, my wife's underwear was practically kindergarten-level.

Judging from these underwear, my mother-in-law is the repressed type, desperately needing a man's attention.
I once half-jokingly told my wife I wanted to find Mom a companion, but she retorted, "Are you crazy?!"

To be fair, my mother-in-law raised her two daughters with great difficulty; their bond is very deep, and outsiders shouldn't easily interfere. My wife's reaction is understandable, but if my mother-in-law had a man's attention, she could be developed into an even better woman. It's such a waste that she's like this now.

I've considered sleeping with my mother-in-law, but the risk is too great. Without absolute certainty, I dare not cross that line. My sister-in-law's affair was an accident; it won't happen again.

If this wife-swapping attempt succeeds, I'll start considering making a move on my mother-in-law. Of course, it's very difficult, but if I can win her over, my status in my wife's family will be completely reversed.
My dream is that one day, my wife will be pouring my foot bath water, my sister-in-law will be giving me a massage, and my mother-in-law will be lying in bed, waiting for me to have my way with her…
That concludes my story with the three women in my wife's family. Perhaps some of you will think I'm making it all up, or that I'm a scumbag who betrayed my wife, a fool who doesn't know how lucky I am.
But I don't care. Everyone has their own way of living. Right now, I just want to find a way to become the mistress of my mother-in-law's house. For this goal, I don't care if I have to sell my wife. To those who advise me not to sell my wife, thank you, but I'm determined to swap wives. Whether I succeed or not, I'll come back and post about it. I hope I succeed!

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