[My Own Real Wife-Swapping Experience] (01) Author: Dugu Shuaige

Author: Dugu shuaige
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This time, I finally want to tell my true story. After hesitating for a long time, today I finally
mustered the courage to tell my family story. My family is from Handan, Hebei. My wife and I were classmates in university,
both graduating from Handan University. We are 29 years old this year. After graduation, we stayed in Handan. My wife
works as an accountant in the Mobile Building. She is 165 cm tall. Childbirth did not affect her natural figure; compared to before marriage,
she has only gained a little weight, weighing 55 kg. My wife is definitely not beautiful, but she is very well-proportioned, with a small face and
skin like most Chinese people.

Life after marriage has been very ordinary. In university, my wife had many suitors, mainly
because she was a very good dancer. In the days after marriage, my wife seemed to have no further contact with those who had pursued
her. My wife used to have a very high sex drive, but since having children
, she seems quite passive during sex, only showing
interest . I thought most families were like us, living ordinary lives.

Until one day, I saw content about wife-swapping and group sex online, and I was amazed by those exciting activities.

But I always felt that it was just something people made up to attract lewd people, and I never believed it was real.
But in this disbelief, I became obsessed with these kinds of novels,
frantically searching for articles about wife-swapping and group sex. I also met some netizens online and discovered that there were many
others like me. Gradually, I completely accepted these views and considered them to
be .

People change gradually. I started writing these kinds of articles. Before writing this one, I realized
I had already written thousands, using various online names and published in many places. Some were only a few thousand words long
, while others were millions of words. So I wrote all sorts of things, but most of them weren't very well written. Maybe my cultural background
isn't quite there. Anyway, enough of that.

It was strange during that time. I had very little sexual urge from my own body, but
sexual stimulation and satisfaction from my wife could give me a huge shock and satisfaction. For example, the thought of exposing my wife
to other men, or letting her be intimate with other men, often
excited me . It seemed that my sexual pleasure was entirely dependent on her?

From then on, I started imagining how my wife was deflowered and had sex with her ex-boyfriend.
The thought of my wife naked, pinned to the bed, a slippery, hard object inserted between her legs, enduring
the act of intercourse, even wanting to witness her being violated by another man
, filled me with a strange and unprecedented excitement and stimulation. Even
in the street, my penis would become incredibly hard.

When I told my wife about these thoughts, she looked at me with a knowing gaze and said I was
addicted to the internet and had a mental disorder. I wasn't swayed by her objections. Instead, I secretly started searching online
for like-minded people. My QQ contacts were all
gay . After communicating with them, I gradually came to believe that most of those so-called wife-swapping novels were fake,
mostly the authors' own speculations. Of course, some authors did have their own experiences, and
I even posted some of those novels myself.

Just when I was desperately searching for sincerity, I accidentally met a netizen named "Shell." After chatting with him
for a long time, we ended up talking about wife-swapping. Unexpectedly, we
both had this idea. We exchanged photos of each other's wives, but didn't take any further action. At that time,
everything I did was my own idea, done without my wife's knowledge, so I
didn't dare to do anything rash. As a result, I rarely appeared online, and we lost contact.

During this time, I didn't give up. Instead, I did a lot of work on my wife... even asking
her what it would feel like to have sex with other men. At first, she wouldn't say anything, but later we became more and more passionate.
Strangely, I didn't feel jealous at all; on the contrary, I was very excited. I started bringing up
the topic of wife-swapping again, and gradually she went from being unreasonable to acquiescing. My wife is the kind of virtuous and obedient woman,
so I went even further, getting to know some netizens in Beijing, Shijiazhuang, and Zhengzhou, and reaching a consensus with them.
Unfortunately, we were too far apart, so it fell through at the crucial moment.

Six months after my initial contact with "Shell," I had gradually forgotten about him. Plus, he changed
his online name, and I almost forgot our promise. Then, about two weeks before May Day last year, he suddenly
reappeared on my QQ and brought up our old conversations again, leaving me quite confused. He had
changed his online name (for privacy reasons, I cannot reveal his real name; I'll
refer to him as "Shell"). This time, I became bolder, and it was this daring act that led me to actually
experience a wife-swapping game, giving my wife and me an unprecedented level of excitement and
thrill. The following story is about my wife-swapping experience with "Shell."

After chatting with him for five minutes, he told me that he was the former "Shell," and I finally recalled the memory from
the depths . Just as we were about to get down to business, he told me that he had to go out. Before I
could close the chat window, he sent another message asking who I was. I was completely baffled and had no idea
what he was up to. He told me that I was "Shell's" wife, which I didn't believe at all.
Such , so I didn't take it seriously. But then he asked to have a voice chat with me,
and suddenly my eyes lit up. There was a chance!

My wife and son were right there, so I didn't accept. Instead, I asked her to turn on her video so I
could see if she was a man or a woman. When she did, a woman in her late twenties appeared on my computer screen
. After she showed me a photo I had given to my wife and husband six months ago, I was certain she was "Beike's"
wife. I eagerly started chatting with them, and we quickly became
good friends . She then gave me her QQ number, and from that day on, she became practically my only chat buddy.
We were having a deep conversation.

One night, after nine o'clock, a man in his early thirties with glasses appeared on the video call. He
told me that he was my online friend "Shell." I had been chatting with him for half a year before I found out he was a man who wore glasses. His
first question was to me, asking what I thought of his wife. I said she was very nice, a pretty young woman. Then
we started talking about our wives, and soon we got to the point, talking about wife-swapping from back then. He said
he really wanted to have a real wife-swapping session with me. I thought he was just like those other bored online friends, just
talking and not serious, so I chatted with him as if it were real.

I chatted with the couple for over a week. Although we got along very well, I never
took it seriously. I suspected they, like many other netizens, came in out of curiosity and a desire to pry into other people's
privacy until we exchanged phone numbers and I talked to his wife on the phone
for a while, and then he called my wife's cell phone and we chatted back and forth, that I believed their actions
were genuine and that they were planning to come to Handan in the next couple of days. At this point, I started to feel scared.
Maybe that's how people are; they look forward to this day, but when it actually comes, they become fearful , just like me
. The main fear was that my wife wouldn't agree, which would make things awkward for everyone. They'd come all this way, and that would be too
unfair to them. However, I still didn't believe they would really come, so I boldly invited them.

It wasn't until May 15th, when I suddenly received a call from his wife telling me they were on their
way, that I realized the seriousness of the situation. I was fine; my biggest worry was getting past
my wife. Despite her usual chatter, I knew she'd falter in a crucial moment. Sure
enough, when I got home at noon and told her that "Beike" and his wife were on their way, her face immediately
darkened. She said we were completely crazy. I quickly explained, "He made the call on the way; I
can't very well let them go back. If you don't agree..." "Let's just treat it as a friendly visit."

She still looked unhappy. I quickly finished my meal and took my son to my mother's house. With
a heavy heart, I waited at our agreed meeting place until after 3 PM before their car slowly arrived
. When they got out, I finally took a closer look at the young couple. The man was about
1.7 meters , wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking refined and elegant. The woman was probably about 1.62 meters
tall. Although her face wasn't as beautiful as I had imagined, her skin was quite fair, and she looked
quite pleasant. I dropped them off at the Zhao Wang Hotel, which wasn't far from my home, and booked a business suite for 600
yuan. Of course, I paid for it. Fortunately, all my worries were unnecessary. My wife received
them very warmly. I secretly smiled to myself; women's hearts are truly hard to fathom.

Since it was still early, and it was our first meeting, we needed to build rapport. So, my wife and I
accompanied them shopping for a while. When we returned, we prepared a sumptuous
dinner at the hotel. At that moment, they were probably just like us, with no appetite for the exquisite food. They quickly drank
some wine and announced that dinner was over. When we returned to the room and only the four of us were left, I knew that everything was about to begin.

None of us knew how to start the conversation. After all, this was our first time, and everyone had been looking forward
to this moment, especially me, and of course, he was no exception. To ease the awkwardness, I brought out the computer
, turned it on, and led them to the computer. I originally planned to show them some nude
selfies of my wife, but my wife's stern look indicated that I couldn't. So, I showed them
some selfies I had collected online. They looked at them with great interest, especially the man, whose eyes were practically gleaming with lust.
Then I took out some pornographic films for them to enjoy. I knew that my wife could
n't resist this was the best way to get her to submit.

After watching for a while, everyone reacted. The two of us men had already gotten aroused, but neither of us
dared to speak up, and we remained awkwardly seated. Finally, as the host, I broke the silence by suggesting
we all take a shower first. After everyone showered, it was my wife's turn last. While she was showering,
the two of us men started discussing the main topic in front of her. When I asked him about his impression of my wife
, he said he felt very good about her, and his wife also said she looked much younger than in the photos. Then he asked
me what I thought of his wife, and I, of course, said I was satisfied.

After mutual approval, we started planning our next move. With his wife's
consent, he suggested we go first. Hesitantly, I didn't agree. I didn't know
what my wife thought of him, and I was afraid she wouldn't be able to handle it if we did it without her consent.
After all, it was our first time, and I needed her approval first.

So I went to the bathroom, intending to talk to her while she showered. Surprisingly, when I
asked her what she thought of that man, my wife shyly nodded in agreement. Who knows what's on a woman's mind?

My wife usually showers very quickly, but with this special social engagement, her shower seemed to go by
much faster than usual. Once she was in the room, I thought it was time to get down to business, so I gathered everyone
into the bedroom. Everyone seemed very obedient. "Shell" and I lay in the middle, one
woman , each holding our wives, and we started watching porn. After a while, we two men
couldn't resist anymore. I asked if we could start. The two women remained shyly silent, but "Shell" boldly
pushed his wife next to me. His wife said she wasn't used to doing it together, so we decided
to do it separately first, and then we could get used to playing together as a group. So, I led his wife to
another small room, leaving the large room for him and my wife.

Once inside the room, I couldn't wait to hug and kiss his wife. My other hand slipped inside her bra,
caressing her breasts. Anyone who's had this experience knows that in these situations, other men's
wives aren't the most attractive thing. What's truly captivating is seeing your own wife being intimate, flirting,
and making love with another man—watching her naked and writhing beneath another man's body. That's
the most alluring and thrilling scene. So, while flirting with his wife, my thoughts were still primarily on her.
So I let go of his wife and secretly pushed open the bedroom door, wanting to see what was happening between his wife and another man.

But they were still in the same position, without any further intimacy. "Shell's"
wife and I saw this at the same time. Before I even entered the room, his wife rushed in before me,
whispered something in her husband's ear, and lay down next to him. Soon after, "
Shell , she
wouldn't let her husband do it anymore. Maybe she really wasn't used to it.

Thinking about this, I went back to my wife's side and continued watching our porn, without
doing . After a while, "Shell" couldn't help but speak up. He said his wife was a little shy, and that we should each
do it once first and see how it went. After getting my consent, they went to the next room. Already a little
excited , I hugged my wife and started kissing her. When I put my hand inside her pants, "Wow!"

My wife was already overflowing with vaginal lubrication; the area around her vaginal opening was completely slippery with it. I knew my
wife would have a strong reaction whenever she watched porn. If I just thrust a few times, she'd
orgasm in less than five minutes. Once she was satisfied, our game might end. I thought it best to let
another man satisfy her rare passion and bring her to a stimulating climax.

Thinking this, I quickly got up and went to the next room to discuss it. When I opened the door, it was already filled with the scent of spring
. Two naked bodies were pressed tightly together. The woman was lying down, and the man was kneeling between her legs,
licking her breasts. The woman was stroking the man's penis. I saw that "Shell's" penis was
extremely aroused by his wife's caresses, the glans glowing a purplish-red. When she saw me enter, the woman screamed and
shyly turned her back. "Shell" sat on the bed. I was too embarrassed to make a move, because this was a
fair exchange. Without her husband's consent, and before my wife had been given to him, I absolutely
wouldn't touch his wife.

But "Shell" didn't stop what he was doing. He continued to roam over his wife's naked body
and even hinted that I should touch her too. With her husband's support, I certainly wouldn't let go of this
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But as soon as I reached for his wife's full breasts, she seemed shy and
turned away. I had no choice but to let go and sit on the edge of the bed watching the couple make love. When "Shell" saw that I had stopped,
he secretly removed one hand and let me touch his wife's buttocks. I slid my hand down her buttocks to her genitals and
used my two thumbs to pry her buttocks open. I could see her vaginal opening from behind. She noticed my
advances. Perhaps with her husband's support, she no longer avoided me as she had at the beginning. I began
to boldly touch her breasts. My husband and I each held one breast, and I would occasionally gently rub her pink
nipples. We touched her for almost two minutes, and she didn't move at all, letting us do as we pleased.

Seeing that things were about right, her husband wanted to hand her over to me while he went next door to have sex with my wife.
Just as he stood up naked and was about to leave, the woman clung to him, saying she was a little scared and wanted to come with him.
So , they decided that the four of them should do it together so that everyone could take care of each other. She silently nodded. With her
consent, I boldly carried her, still completely naked, into my wife's room. My wife was still fully clothed
and watching TV. When she saw me carrying a naked woman in, followed by a naked man, her
eyes didn't linger on my actions with the woman. Instead, she shyly glanced at the man's genitals.

When I placed the woman next to her, she obediently shifted. Seeing his wife's
naked body before someone else, "Shell" immediately became erect. He walked
around to my wife's bedside, and without waiting for her consent, began to caress her,
kneading her breasts with two fingers. My wife leaned against the bed, shyly lowering her head, like a
bride . Although she knew what was about to happen, she didn't know how to begin, her face flushed,
her hands unconsciously fidgeting with the hem of her clothes. Sometimes she would secretly glance at my actions with the woman. After only
a couple of touches, "Shell" impatiently climbed onto the bed, straddled my wife's lap, and began to undress her.

At that moment, I was fondling his wife's breasts. Her breasts were classic—not too big, not too small, and incredibly
firm. Women who haven't given birth are different. Her pink nipples were small, seemingly
disproportionate to her breasts. I kissed her nipples, occasionally reaching for her genitals to touch her
clitoris. Meanwhile, my wife was completely naked, undressed by "Shell." I'll never forget
the look in her eyes as the first button was undone—a look of pleading, helplessness, a mixture of
arousal and shyness.

Although I wasn't her only man, this was her first time engaging in group sex with four men, especially
in front of her husband. Actually, my wife is quite introverted, not the outgoing
type. Although she's had sex with three or four men, those were all during courtship.
Aside from that, she's a respectable woman, especially with men she doesn't fancy—she rarely speaks to them.
For her to act this way today was truly a bit of a stretch.

Fortunately, when she looked at me, I gave her an encouraging look, and she quickly accepted
it and cooperated with "Shell's" advances. With my wife's cooperation, she, who was only wearing a nightgown,
was quickly stripped naked by "Shell." My wife's pubic hair was very thick, but it was now completely soaked with her vaginal fluid
, sticky and messy. She spread her legs without any dignity, and when "Shell" put his hand into her
vagina , she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I knew that my wife was already overflowing with lust at this time, and her entire vaginal
opening must have been covered with love juice. No wonder "Shell" was surprised when he touched her genitals.

The two naked women looked embarrassed and very unnatural. In a short while, I had also stripped
myself naked. My thick, hard penis was exposed. My penis
had a clear advantage over "Shell's," much thicker and larger than his, although the length was about the same, about fourteen centimeters long.

We two curious men put the two fair-skinned women side by side and made a thorough comparison.
My wife, having already given birth, had naturally sagging breasts that weren't as firm as his wife's. And I...
My wife's nipples were dark; when we parted the two women's thighs, we were both surprised to find that they were
two completely different vaginas.

At this point, someone might say: "A vagina is a vagina, what's the point of comparing them?" Wow! That's a huge mistake
! Because there are no two vaginas in the world that are exactly alike, and of course, my wife's vagina is no exception. Southern vaginas
are different from northern vaginas, fat vaginas are different from thin vaginas. When I saw his wife's two plump, white legs spread apart, apart from
a few tufts of tender pubic hair on her mons pubis, the hair on her vulva
was sparse , almost countable strand by strand.

His wife's vagina was perfectly fitted, smooth and round, with a pair of small, delicate labia minora and labia majora, all pinkish
-red . His wife's was a fairly typical, ordinary vagina. My wife's was different. When she
spread her two plump thighs, her two thick labia minora, long and loose, some over two inches long,
drooped down, just covering her vaginal opening. Unlike his wife, my wife's labia majora were covered in
pubic hair , while his wife's were sparse. Also, his wife had a white vagina, while my wife had a dark vagina
—two completely different types.

Friends in the community said that my wife's vagina was a rare gem, a true gem. When you're fucking her,
those four labia will tightly embrace your penis. When those long labia tightly envelop your penis
, that sight is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Perhaps that's
why !

As "Shell" greedily caressed my wife's dark pubic hair and her incredibly sexy, plump
vulva, then parted her thick labia, her vulva was fully revealed. Her vaginal opening was
slightly two plump labia spread wide,
surrounded by glistening dark pubic hair. A clear, lustful fluid flowed from within, filling her buttocks and even wetting her anus.
The man's touch made her entire vulva sticky and radiating an alluring sheen.

After comparing them, both of us men were delighted to have encountered two completely different vulvas. "Shell," especially,
couldn't contain his joy as he used my wife's love juice to tease her clitoris. For someone like me, accustomed to
the dark forest of my own pubic hair and yearning for a "white tiger," his wife's pubic hair was a rare and precious find,
so different from my wife's thick, dark pubic hair. I couldn't care less about admiring it anymore; I buried my head and began
licking it vigorously with my tongue. At the same time, I used my thumbs to pry open her still-closed labia and extended my tongue towards her
clitoris . The moment my tongue touched her clitoris, I felt her tremble slightly. I then
inserted my ring finger into her vagina and began thrusting it in and out. I gradually felt my finger becoming wet.

Meanwhile, my wife, with her eyes closed and legs spread wide, was enjoying another man's
caresses . I knew she was already craving penetration, but was too embarrassed to say it. Seeing this, I
stopped licking her clitoris and said, "My wife's juices are almost drowning you, why don't you hurry up and do it?"
Before I could finish speaking, he probably couldn't hold back any longer. He knelt between my wife's thighs and
deeply into my wife's already overflowing vagina, and began to thrust... I licked his wife's clitoris
for a long time, but no juices came out. So I straddled her thighs, put my glans against her vulva, and gently rubbed her labia and clitoris with
the glans , but no juices came out. At this moment, my wife and "shell" were already fused
together. Seeing this, I was aroused. I held my penis in one hand and pressed down on his wife's slender waist with the other. Suddenly, I pushed hard with
my lower body . I heard his wife cry out, and my penis, hair and all, was swallowed up by the slit of her vulva
without a trace.

His wife's vagina was very narrow, and my penis was enveloped by the tight, hot flesh of her vaginal cavity, feeling incredibly
comfortable . Without thinking, I began to move my hips back and forth, thrusting to gain
even greater physical pleasure. Watching my engorged penis, throbbing with veins, moving in and out of a completely unfamiliar vagina, from a deep red
to a stick covered in a layer of pale white foam, a sense of heroism and physical
pleasure surged through me, giving me a light, floating feeling. I started sucking on
his wife's nipples, my hips thrusting violently against her vulva, wanting to shove my entire penis and
testicles into her vagina, making "ah" sounds. But I still couldn't stop watching
the scene of "shell" and my wife having sex.

Their approach was much gentler. "Shell" pressed his entire body against my wife's, not
licking her nipples, but instead pressing his head against her face, fully experiencing the waves of pleasure rising from below
. My wife, on the other hand, raised her buttocks high, her legs and thighs dangling in the air, making "splashing"
sounds of her juices. This position allowed "Shell's" penis to penetrate deeper. My wife's eyes were tightly closed,
her mouth slightly open, breathing heavily, writhing to match "Shell's" thrusts. I knew she was about to reach orgasm.
Actually, we had discussed all of this online beforehand.

My wife prefers gentleness, while his wife prefers intensity, which suited our tastes perfectly. My wife's reaction
grew stronger, so I quickly told "Shell" to suck on her nipples while I leaned in and kissed her
passionately . I knew, of course, that when my wife was close to orgasm, she loved having her
nipples licked; just a little lick and she'd quickly reach orgasm. Sure enough, my wife's face flushed, she breathed heavily,
and she shoved her entire tongue into my mouth. I knew she had reached her most intense orgasm. "Shell" also
sensed my wife's change, remaining motionless as he enjoyed the pleasure brought by her vaginal contractions.

Although my wife and I were passionately kissing, we didn't let up on our assault on her. However
, after enjoying the vaginal movements, "Shell" resumed his previous actions. My wife's legs
dangled from "Shell's" waist, lying in a "spread-eagle" position, eyes closed, completely submissive,
allowing the skinny man to do whatever he wanted with her.

Perhaps watching our wives with another man was just too stimulating,
because ejaculated without even changing positions!

First, there was "Shell." Perhaps it was the contractions of my wife's vagina that stimulated him during her
orgasm the same time, "Shell's" whole body trembled, and his thrusts became slow and powerful. With each full thrust, a thud resounded.
With each shudder, I believed that each spasm represented a spurt of semen being ejaculated inside my wife's vagina. He
convulsed stopping, exhausted and panting heavily. They embraced tightly. Witnessing this
unprecedentedly stimulating scene, I finally succumbed to the surge of heat in my lower abdomen. Without caring whether his wife
had reached orgasm, I thrust my countless sons into her vagina as well.

(To be continued)

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