[Sinking into the Sea of Desire: A Wife-Swapping Man's Heartfelt Confession] (51-150) Author: Withered Leaf in the Wind

Author: Withered Leaves in the Wind
Word Count: 178492

Chapter 51 Joining the Club 10

With me taking the lead, my wife followed suit and signed.

Ye Ziyan took back the white paper, as if it were something she had always dreamed of. She smiled, kissed it, and praised,
"Your handwriting is good."

I could see the bright red lip print on the paper. I still didn't quite understand Ye Ziyan's excitement at that moment. I
'm not After a few interactions,
I vaguely sensed that she seemed to have been trying her best to make this happen from the moment we met. I didn't understand why she was so persistent about me.

I also knew that she had done a lot and sacrificed a lot for this. Today, she finally got her wish, and I
could understand her happiness. The feeling at the time was a bit strange. Although I had fallen into her trap, I couldn't hate her at all. I
even sense of satisfaction from doing something to make her happy. I didn't know if I had really fallen in love with this woman,
but I kept telling myself that it wasn't love, at least not the kind of love I had for my wife.

My wife was unaware of the messy thoughts in my mind. She took out the marriage certificate and health certificate from her bag and
placed them on the table.

"Excuse me, please wait a moment." Su Feng picked up the documents, said, and left the room. My wife and I didn't
know what Su Feng was going to do, so we didn't ask.

Ye Ziyan was still engrossed in the blank sheet of paper, as if that paper could bring her all the satisfaction she needed, like a hardworking
farmer finally seeing her harvest.

I found it hard to imagine that there was anything in the world that could excite this mysterious woman so much. Thinking that
I was the one who brought it to her, a strange happiness welled up in my heart.

Soon, Su Feng came in from outside, returned the documents to us, and said, "No problem!"

"You can still verify them?" I understood and asked.

"Of course we can, otherwise, wouldn't it be easy to just bring any woman in, get a fake document, and sneak in?" With everything
finally settled and the farmer finally taking back the grain, Ye Ziyan happily put the blank sheet of paper back into her bag. She spread the bag out,
carefully unfolding the paper. If someone who didn't know better saw it, they would think it was a very important contract worth millions
.

That's true. My wife was still a little dazed. I reminded her to put her documents away and didn't ask any more questions.

Su Feng called over the waiter outside, took a bottle of wine and several glasses, and said, "To celebrate you joining this
big family , come on, let's have a toast." He poured a glass for each of us.

I picked up my glass; I really needed some alcohol to soothe my tense nerves and release
the pressure I'd been under lately.

However, my wife wasn't a big drinker. After drinking at the villa last time, she was still
a little hesitant. Looking at the red liquid flowing in her glass, she hesitated.

Ye Ziyan picked up her glass and handed it to my wife, saying, "Don't worry! This isn't strong liquor, just red wine. It's good for women to drink a little; it 's good for
your complexion. If you drink it regularly, you'll stay beautiful even at forty. He'll even secretly admire you,
and his eyes will light up when he looks at you."

I don't know if my wife believed the latter part, or if Ye Ziyan's persuasion worked on women. After hearing her words,
my wife glanced at me, a shy blush rising on her face, and readily accepted the glass.

I glanced at Ye Ziyan without making it obvious. This woman was indeed formidable. Every smile, every word, every
glance, every movement was perfectly timed, just like her attire and the aura she exuded—everything was just
right. Not only was she intelligent, but she also knew how to manipulate human nature. Last time at the villa, my wife repeatedly fell into the traps she had set,
being led by the nose. It seemed today would be no exception.

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As long as my wife wasn't harmed, it wasn't a bad thing. On the contrary, I felt a
sense of accomplishment, like two women were vying for my attention. It was even more satisfying than the boss announcing outstanding individuals at the annual meeting, especially since they were two such outstanding women.

"Cheers!" Su Feng raised his glass and shouted.

After signing, the matter was settled, and there was no room for regret. My mood actually relaxed. My wife was also gradually
infected by the warm atmosphere and became much more relaxed. Four glasses clinked lightly together. Through the glass, I stole a glance at Ye
Ziyan. Her delicate face was flushed with a captivating blush, alluring to the eye. The reddish-brown liquid
rippled in the glass, mirroring our current mood.

The wine was clear, bright, and lustrous, with a delicate, mellow, and lingering aroma that
was . Only upon tasting it did we truly experience its richness, crispness, and clearly discernible layers. The wine
melted on the tongue, incredibly smooth, its aroma slowly unfolding, gradually enriching the flavor. The aroma was harmonious and elegant, leaving
a lingering and pleasant aftertaste.

I didn't know the vintage or origin of the wine, nor did I know much about wine, but judging from Ye Ziyan's love for wine and
the pleasant feeling after drinking it, I believed it was a valuable and fine wine.

This drink lifted everyone's spirits, and Ye Ziyan suggested, "Let's go outside and sit for a while! Perhaps there are
other friends here."

I didn't refuse and followed Ye Ziyan and her husband into the bar's main hall. "Miss Ye,
we've been waiting for you for ages." Just as we entered the lobby, a woman's voice called out from a dimly lit corner of the bar.

My wife and I looked over and vaguely saw two figures, but couldn't recognize them. "There really are people here." Ye Ziyan
seemed to recognize the voice and walked over with a smile.

My wife and I followed. As we got closer, we saw a man and a woman. We vaguely remembered them, but
couldn't quite place them. The two of them also sized up my wife and me. The woman's gaze was very familiar. After thinking carefully, I
remembered—that was the look from the woman who danced with the first group of dancers when I took my wife to the villa last time; that meaningful look she gave me.
Without the mask, I also recognized her as the
woman .

The woman who had just taken her seat recognized us first, exclaiming, "Aren't these the young couple we saw at the last gathering? It's
been so long, what brings you here all of a sudden?"

"They're new members of the club now!" Ye Ziyan announced with a smile, then introduced us,
"That's Mr. Huo Lixiang, and this is his wife, Ms. Liang Yuzhen." Pointing to us, she added, "Mr. Xu Lei, and his
wife, Ms. Song Yunjuan."

Hearing Ye Ziyan's words, Liang Yuzhen's eyes lit up, and her gaze towards me became even more undisguised, completely
unmasked .

Of course, I noticed it; I knew very well that it was the look of a big bad wolf seeing a lamb that had wandered into its territory, a
vague sense of worry for her future.

"Hello!" Liang Yuzhen stood up first, extending her hand.

The first two times we weren't close enough to notice, and Liang Yuzhen, sitting down, didn't seem to realize it. But after she stood up, I realized that, wearing
high heels , she was almost as tall as me, probably around 168 cm. She
was slightly taller than my wife and Ye Ziyan. I nodded and replied, "Hello!"

As we shook hands, Liang Yuzhen stared intently at me. Her fingers were slender and long, and felt warm and
smooth in my hand. Just before letting go, she deliberately squeezed my palm. Whether it was at the villa last time or now, the message she was conveying
couldn't be clearer. My heart skipped a beat, and I almost lost control, but I maintained a smile and pretended to be
nonchalant .

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Liang Yuzhen greeted my wife again and tugged at her husband, saying, "Don't just stand there! Say hello to your new friend!"

Huo Lixiang, wearing glasses and with a scholarly air, humbly extended his hand, which I smiled and nodded in return. He looked very
refined, but when he shook my wife's hand, he was a little shy, almost as if my wife was flirting with a gigolo. No wonder
he was initially embarrassed and hesitant when Liang Yuzhen asked him to do that woman's anus last time. I glanced at the couple;
judging from their personalities, I could roughly tell that Liang Yuzhen was the head of the household! And the kind who was in charge of both internal and external affairs. After
we introduced ourselves, Su Feng said, "Please sit down, make yourselves at home, don't be shy." He
placed the bottle of wine he was holding on the table.

"Isn't this the bottle of red grapes from Chateau Cheval Blanc that we saw last time?" Liang Yuzhen immediately exclaimed,
then looked at us, then at Ye Ziyan, and said resentfully, "Miss Ye, you're really going all out. You're being biased.
We didn't get such good treatment when we joined the club."

Her eyes and tone were spot-on; she was exactly like a disliked little wife. Seeing her performance,
I mentally categorized this woman as a little vixen. Knowing how to use her advantages to bewitch men, she could drive
them wild and manipulate them at will.

If Liang Yuzhen were facing a man right now, she would probably already be in a state of confusion. However, Ye Ziyan was even more
skilled, surpassing her master, and remained completely unaffected, laughing, "So isn't this for everyone to enjoy together
?" "

At least you still have some conscience!" Liang Yuzhen grabbed Ye Ziyan's hand and said coquettishly. "Alright! Alright!
If you want to rub against someone, go home and rub against your husband." Ye Ziyan, having suffered greatly from this, gently pushed her away. "I've already rubbed against enough, so
I wanted to change things up!" Liang Yuzhen winked and smiled cleverly, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye, which gave me
goosebumps .

My wife seemed to have realized something, and her face flushed red instantly.

"Hey, be more refined, don't scare the newcomer." Knowing Liang Yuzhen's personality well, Ye Ziyan was used to it and
said with a wry smile. Knowing she was being too hasty, Liang Yuzhen chuckled and raised her glass to cover up her impatience, saying, "Come on,
let's drink to our new friend."

The wine did taste quite good, and my wife didn't refuse anymore, joining us in the drinking. Whether it was the wine
itself or the atmosphere, after a few drinks, all three women had flushed faces. After some conversation, they
became more familiar with each other, and the atmosphere gradually warmed up. To match the mood, Ye Ziyan asked the waiter to change to a more upbeat tune.

Perhaps it was the atmosphere, or perhaps it was the alcohol, but Liang Yuzhen suddenly stood up, took off her coat and placed it
on the chair, then began to dance lightly around the table to the rhythm. Underneath, she wore a leopard-print bodycon mini-dress,
her long legs encased in black fishnet stockings particularly eye-catching, her fair skin peeking through the mesh, arousing the imagination. She swayed her legs together with great
amplitude , her pert buttocks and slender waist swaying from side to side, easily revealing the suppleness of her waist.

We men continued to chat and laugh, but our eyes kept glancing at Liang Yuzhen. She even tried to pull Ye Ziyan to
dance with her, but Ye Ziyan, unwilling to join in the fun, smiled but firmly refused. She then turned to pull my wife, who
also tried to refuse, but Ye Ziyan was too strong and eventually pulled her up.

At first, my wife was very reserved, her movements a bit stiff, so Liang Yuzhen gently stroked her, helping her
to soften her limbs. Liang Yuzhen was quite skilled; in no time, she had given my wife's movements a certain flair.

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Every woman wants to attract a man's attention, just as a man wants to capture a woman's gaze. My wife
was no exception. Noticing the furtive glances from the two men beside her, she excitedly joined in, joyfully
dancing with Liang Yuzhen.

Liang Yuzhen kept glancing at me, and when I looked at her, she mimicked my actions, like a man, wrapping her arms around my wife's waist,
caressing and gently touching her, even making gestures as if kissing my wife's neck. Her actions were very arousing. If it were a
man , perhaps I would feel a little jealous, but with a woman, a strange feeling welled up inside me.

Liang Yuzhen's actions became increasingly blatant. She pretended to grope my wife's breasts and knead her buttocks, her
eyes blazing with passion as she looked at me. Watching my wife entwined with another woman, I felt
a surge of heat coursing through my body. I could only quench my thirst and extinguish the burning desire in my throat by drinking alcohol.

My wife had never been in contact with a woman like this before. Soon, her eyes were glazed over, and her body became as soft as water.

We men watched intently, completely absorbed in this unique performance, forgetting our
conversation and everything else. Only Ye Ziyan remained unmoved, her gaze occasionally shifting between our faces, like
an observer who had discovered something amusing.

The song ended, and the music softened.

Liang Yuzhen and my wife stopped. Seeing our stunned expressions, Liang Yuzhen smiled smugly.

My wife, however, seemed to have just come to her senses. Remembering that I had seen her dancing so passionately in front of another man, she looked like a child caught doing something wrong
, flustered and picking up her glass to drink to cover it up. She drank too quickly and choked, coughing. Of course, I
didn't blame her; I gently patted her back to make her feel better. My wife looked at me, as if she wanted to say something, but I smiled and shook my head.
She calmed down, the blush on her face lingering.

I noticed the intense look in Su Feng's eyes when he looked at my wife, which made me feel uneasy, but there was nothing I could do.
Huo Lixiang was much more discreet; although he would glance at my wife whenever he had the chance, he wasn't as
blatant .

The atmosphere among them returned to its usual lively state,
chatting casually, but the atmosphere had an indescribable quality, like a male dormitory at a university, with occasional bawdy jokes. I was quite used to it; my wife often
blushed , shyly lowering her head to drink.

This kind of behavior from a woman would stimulate the man beside her even more. Su Feng was full of witty remarks, and Liang Yuzhen was no pushover either
, frequently exchanging barbs with Su Feng. Even Huo Lixiang occasionally joined in, creating a chaotic scene. Ye...
Zi Yan only chimed in at crucial moments, but each time it elicited laughter from everyone. They all
chatted , seemingly used to this style of conversation.

I glanced at Ye Zi Yan; she curled her lips into a smile and shrugged her shoulders in a gesture of helplessness. As the atmosphere reached its climax, Su
Feng suddenly took a sip of wine, stood up, and extended his hand to his wife, saying, "Miss Song, would you do me the honor of dancing with me again?"

His wife, still immersed in the ambiguous atmosphere, looked somewhat bewildered by Su Feng's invitation, nervously glancing at me.

"Mr. Xu won't mind, will he?" Su Feng asked, looking at me. "Of course not!" I replied generously,
gesturing to my wife, "Go ahead!"

To be honest, I was a little bothered. Ever since I saw Su Feng captivate my wife with just one dance, I
'd been resentful. It wasn't that I hated him, but I was jealous that he could do what I couldn't, especially with his own
wife. It felt a bit like someone had suddenly invaded territory that no one had ever dared to trespass upon.

I was worried they'd repeat that act tonight, but I couldn't appear too
stingy in front of so many people. Besides, I'd already joined the club, and given the current situation, dancing a little wasn't a big deal. ...

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Although she was considerate of me, I could tell my wife had some expectations of Su Feng. She happily took his hand and walked onto
the dance floor. Perhaps because there weren't many guests, the dance floor wasn't large, and now it was just Su Feng and his wife. The music was very soothing.
I was initially worried that Su Feng would lead my wife in a passionate dance like last time, but it seems I was overthinking it. They were just dancing
a normal ballroom dance. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to meet Ye Ziyan's gaze. Seemingly understanding my thoughts,
she smiled meaningfully and took a sip of her drink.

Nothing could be hidden from that woman. Since I'd been seen through, I didn't intend to hide anything anymore. I shook my head with a wry smile and drank half a glass
as if . Before I could even swallow my drink, a foot suddenly slipped out from under the table, lightly brushing between my crossed legs.
The high heel slid past my knees, the coldness of the shoe penetrating to my bones. Caught off guard, I nearly vomited my drink.

I didn't dare look down, but Ye Ziyan wouldn't do such a thing at this moment. I turned my gaze to
Liang Yuzhen beside me. She was holding a wine glass, pretending to drink, her eyes filled with temptation.

I stole a glance at Huo Lixiang; he was staring at his wife dancing with Su Feng on the dance floor, completely oblivious.
I was a little scared, scared of being discovered by others, and a little excited. I dared not make a sound, nor did I want to.

Before I could respond, Liang Yuzhen withdrew her foot. I thought she had given up, a little disappointed, a
sense of emptiness in my heart. But I was completely wrong. Perhaps seeing that I hadn't refused, she quickly launched an even more
aggressive attack. A jade-like foot, free of its high heel, reached out again.

The soft foot rested on the shoe, slipped inside my trouser leg, and slid up, flipping up the trouser cuff. Her jade-like feet rubbed against my
legs, and I could clearly feel the tingling sensation from the mesh fabric. A fire gradually ignited within me.

I took a sip of wine and subconsciously squeezed my legs together. Sensing my response, Liang Yuzhen smiled.
How dare she flirt with me so blatantly, and so smugly! I punished her by squeezing my legs tighter, preventing her foot
from slipping away easily or pulling out.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Liang Yuzhen glared at me angrily, her lips slightly pouting in a pleading look.
Not daring to make too much noise, I smiled and released my legs. Her smooth, jade-like foot
retreated .

I thought I had won, smiling happily as I looked at Liang Yuzhen. But this woman's offensive had only just begun. She
suddenly stood up, moved to my wife's position, leaned forward to block me, and reached under the table to retaliate by pinching
my thigh.

I shuddered, almost spilling the wine in my glass. This woman was definitely using all her strength; I felt like
she was tearing the flesh off my legs, and it burned with pain.

I turned my head and saw Liang Yuzhen pouting, glaring at me coquettishly, showing no
sign of backing down or admitting her mistake. I glanced at Ye Ziyan and Huo Lixiang, not daring to make too much noise, and could only swallow my anger,
comforting myself that a good man doesn't fight with a woman. Seeing my weakness, Liang Yuzhen's pouting lips parted, and she
smiled . Her hands under the table started to wander again, this time reaching for my waist, then sliding down to my thigh, like
selecting pork at a market, constantly pinching and testing its texture.

Liang Yuzhen's boldness was very arousing; I had to endure the pleasure brought by her smooth little hands while pretending to
be nonchalant, which was quite difficult. Holding my wine glass to cover myself, I also put my other hand under the table to try to grab her mischievous hand,
but she was as slippery as a little eel, easily breaking free from my grasp and continuing her antics.

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It must be said, Liang Yuzhen is a woman with immense allure to men. She understands what men need and
knows their weaknesses. I was quickly aroused by her, a lust different from that of my wife and Ye Ziyan. With
them I wanted to cherish them. But with Liang Yuzhen, I only wanted to pin her down on the bed, to beat her mercilessly,
to make her surrender, beg for mercy, and promise never to cause trouble again. Perhaps Liang Yuzhen didn't notice the burning flames in my eyes,
or perhaps she deliberately ignored them, but she pressed her hand further, trying to slip it inside my thigh. This was the last line of defense,
and of course, it couldn't be breached. I squeezed my legs together, trapping her slender fingers, grasping this slippery eel.

I gave her a look, signaling that there were still people around, and not to be too reckless. But Liang Yuzhen completely ignored me.
Her trapped fingers actually pinched the tip of my erect penis. She stared at me, slowly increasing the pressure, seemingly
trying to gauge my reaction. With her grip on my weakness, I immediately lost my will to fight, my body going limp like a squid on a hot stove,
forced to release my hold on her.

My defenses crumbled, and Liang Yuzhen plunged in, gripping my penis tightly, a triumphant smile on her face. I
winced , signaling her to let go, but she paid no heed, deliberately increasing her pressure. A tingling, painful
sensation washed over me; my body tensed, reflexively squeezing my legs together to ease the pain.

Liang Yuzhen frowned slightly, like an angry mother disciplining a disobedient child, spreading my legs
, her misty eyes fixed on me, gently beginning to stroke me.

A storm swept through my body, unlike anything I'd experienced before, unlike anything I'd felt anywhere else; the sensation was unprecedented.
My wife was nearby, and Liang Yuzhen's husband was beside me; this environment truly gave me a strange pleasure,
a perverse thrill surging through me. Married men who indulge in extramarital affairs often worry about being discovered by their wives,
creating a psychological burden. But now I no longer have that burden. Completely unloading that burden
really makes me relax and gives me a feeling of freedom, like when you're still an unmarried man picking up women in a bar,
without any pressure.

This gave me a strange, illicit excitement, like having an affair, especially in front of my wife and her husband.
I believe Liang Yuzhen felt the same way, perhaps even more excited!

My mind was still wandering in a daze when Liang Yuzhen suddenly increased her pressure, whispering intimately in my ear, "Didn't know you
'd have such a good figure!"

She squeezed hard, and this time I only felt pain. I couldn't help but groan, the pleasure vanishing without a trace.
Liang Yuzhen, like a sly fox who had stolen some fish, laughed triumphantly, showing no remorse whatsoever.

I've met quite a few women, but she's the first one as bold as her. Only she would dare to
do this so openly in front of her husband. I glanced over discreetly; Huo Lixiang was still drinking, his
gaze fixed on the dance floor. I didn't think he hadn't noticed, he just hadn't said anything, or perhaps he was already
used to it. Huo Lixiang's indulgence made me even hotter and more restless. The lust within me burned my soul,
making me want to find a woman to release my pent-up desire.

I could no longer control myself. My hand under the table climbed onto Liang Yuzhen's thigh, my fingers slipping
inside , lightly tapping the tender flesh of her thigh.

"Hey, you can play around, but don't actually spark anything now." Ye Ziyan suddenly spoke,
startling me from my sea of desire.

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It turned out that Ye Ziyan had already discovered it. My feelings at that moment were strange. I felt the guilt and fear of being caught cheating, but also the
relief of not having to bear the consequences. It felt a bit like being caught by my ex-girlfriend having sex with my current girlfriend. Huo Lixiang only
glanced at me curiously before turning his gaze back to the dance floor. Liang Yuzhen was probably already used to it. Like a
kitten caught cheating by its owner, she mischievously released her little paws from the dragon head. She looked at Ye Ziyan, a
pleading look in her eyes.

"Not today, you know the rules." Ye Ziyan shook her head and refused. "Alright!" Liang Yuzhen sighed and compromised.
I didn't know what they were talking about, and anxiously asked, "Rules? What rules?"

The two women exchanged glances, and Ye Ziyan hesitated for two seconds before saying, "Actually, it's nothing much, just our internal
rules. On the first night, you and your wife have too many uncertainties. So you need an experienced person to guide you and
help you reduce your mental burden and stress."

I nodded, understanding Ye Ziyan's words to some extent.

Ye Ziyan toyed with her wine glass, gazing at my wife on the dance floor, her eyes dreamy, and said, "Only when you've adapted
can you interact with the club's members. This isn't just for their sake, but also for yours. Because
the first night is very important. If you don't feel good, it will not only hurt you but also leave a shadow,
greatly affecting your future interactions."

"You mean..." I pointed to myself in surprise, then to Ye Ziyan.

Ye Ziyan sat down next to me, a seductive smile playing on her lips, and whispered seductively in my ear, "What?
Don't you want to?"

A smile that could bewitch anyone, a voice that could intoxicate, words that could make anyone succumb. My recently softened penis
suddenly hardened again, becoming incredibly erect once more. Ye Ziyan bit her lip, looking at my erect
penis with a mischievous glint in her eye, and laughed, "Looks like it won't refuse."

A witch, absolutely a witch, that was all I could think of at that moment. The sudden surge of lust made my mouth dry.
If we weren't in this environment, I would have pounced on her and savored it.

Ye Ziyan knew when to stop. She shifted her gaze and said, "That's why my husband has been trying so hard
to get closer to your wife."

Hearing "wife," my almost uncontrollable desire was brought under control.

"Do we need to further our relationship?" Ye Ziyan asked, her eyes sparkling with seduction.

Images of Ye Ziyan kneeling between my legs, her expression yearning, and the moment she gripped my penis during our dance flashed through my mind
. The extinguished lust began to reignite. I felt helpless and frustrated. My emotions were completely
controlled . It seemed the day I could turn the tables and reclaim my manhood was still a long way off.

While I was still feeling down, Ye Ziyan and Liang Yuzhen suddenly stood up, sat back down, and distanced themselves from me. I
turned around saw my wife and Su Feng walking over. Her cheeks were flushed, and she had a smile on her face. She chatted with Su Feng from time to time,
and they seemed to be getting along very well. That little bit of jealousy resurfaced, impossible to suppress or shake off.

"Don't just sit there, come on, cheers!" Ye Ziyan called out.

I came to my senses, but it seemed too late to regret it now. I picked up my glass, clinked it against hers, and
downed .

"Great! Another one!" Ye Ziyan poured more wine before I even put my glass down.

By the time my wife returned, she had already downed three glasses of wine. While drinking, it tasted great, but soon the effects of the alcohol
began to kick in.

We continued chatting and joking, and with the help of the alcohol, we both loosened up quite a bit. The laughter became more frequent, and even my wife occasionally
joined in the discussion of those embarrassing topics. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, or perhaps it was because we shared a secret,
a secret that only we knew. Although we hadn't met many times, we became like old friends.

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My wife and I rarely get together with a group of people like this to chat. Our social circle is relatively small.
The few know each other, and since we all have families, we haven't had many opportunities to invite everyone together.

We exchanged views. Ye Ziyan and Liang Yuzhen were both more talkative and knowledgeable about life than my wife. My wife
kept asking them for advice on women's issues. However, judging from their occasional mischievous smiles, I guessed that
men were also a topic of conversation.

We got along very well, and before we knew it, it was past eleven o'clock. We had drunk enough, and it was getting late
. Ye Ziyan winked at Liang Yuzhen.

Liang Yuzhen was a little reluctant, but helpless. She pulled Huo Lixiang up and said, "It's about time. We
have to go home."

"So early?" My wife seemed to have not had enough fun. She looked at the time and exclaimed, "How did it go by so fast?"

"There are still many days ahead. We can chat slowly next time we meet," Liang Yuzhen said with a mischievous smile. Understanding
the meaning behind her words, my wife blushed and dared not reply.

My wife's shyness made Liang Yuzhen chuckle and shake her head. As she walked past me, she deliberately flicked my groin with her hand and
whispered, "You have to come to the next gathering!"

This woman was very pretty and sexy, but her behavior was always so unrestrained and rude. I clenched my
groin, which had been slapped, and gave her a warning look, reminding her that if she dared to misbehave again, she'd teach her a lesson.

Liang Yuzhen didn't take it seriously at all, and even glared back with a smile, as if to say, "Come on, try it if you dare."
She was helpless, so I could only keep this to myself, secretly vowing that I would teach her a lesson she would
n't forget, making her suffer and beg for mercy in bed.

Watching the departing Huo Lixiang and his wife, my wife, unaware of what was about to happen, tugged at me and asked, "When are we
going home?"

I froze, unsure how to answer, and looked at Ye Ziyan.

"If you're not ready, we can do it another day," Ye Ziyan said understandingly with a smile, but her eyes held a completely different
meaning.

Sensing the implication, my wife became nervous and anxiously asked, "So soon?"

I understood her feelings; I felt the same way. My blood was rushing, my heart was pounding
, and I wondered if continuing like this would cause my blood vessels to burst. But we had both finally mustered the courage tonight, and
if missed tonight, I didn't know if I would still have the courage to bring her here.

My wife sensed my intention, gave Su Feng a complicated look, and didn't speak, but
unconsciously tightened her grip on my hand. A stinging pain shot through my palm, but I endured it as if I felt nothing, holding her hand tightly, hoping to give
her some warmth and reassure her.

Ye Ziyan smiled, her eyes filled with anticipation, the meaning in them unmistakable. She knew
our hesitation, but she also understood the principle of "a second attempt, a third, and exhaustion." She too valued this first time. If
signing the contract was like storing grain, then now it was about keeping the granary dry and well-ventilated, preventing it from rotting at the bottom.

Ye Ziyan's eyes were captivating, her smile obvious. The longer I looked at her, the more my
last concern disappeared. Time seemed to stand still, everything in the world seemed to freeze. I don't know
how long I considered it, but finally, I made up my mind, gritting my teeth and nodding. "Cheers!" Ye Ziyan and Su Feng
breathed a sigh of relief , raising their glasses happily as if a major client had finally made payment.

My wife and I, however, were different. My palms ached even more, and her hands trembled even more violently. To hide
our nervousness and unease, we forced smiles, raised our glasses, and downed them as if to bolster our courage.

Ye Ziyan took the lead and stood up, saying, "Let's go!"

My wife and I exchanged a glance, and followed her with mixed feelings.

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Chapter 59 First Wife Swapping 8

After leaving the bar, I drove behind Ye Ziyan's car for more than ten minutes before slowing
down . We drove to the parking lot, and Ye Ziyan and her husband seemed very familiar with the place, leading us directly
upstairs via the back elevator.

We were very nervous in the elevator. My wife held my hand tightly, nestled in my arms like
a little bird caught in a storm, desperately seeking warmth in my embrace. I could feel her trembling slightly. To
keep her from getting too nervous, I tried to calm myself down, but it was completely useless. Looking at the numbers flashing on the elevator screen,
it felt as if my heart was beating along with them.

The elevator finally stopped on the eighth floor. Su Feng stepped out first, and a woman in a black and red business
suit . I couldn't help but glance at her again; she was tall, with fair skin and an elegant demeanor. Even the
receptionist was so outstanding; I wondered what kind of club this was.

Su Feng seemed used to this, handing a card to the woman.

The woman didn't ask any questions, only glanced at us before returning the card and two room keys, smiling
professionally and saying, "I hope you have a pleasant evening."

Su Feng nodded in response, took the room keys, and walked confidently to the left.

The closer we got to our destination, the more nervous and hesitant my wife and I became, each step a struggle, as
if an abyss, a precipice, lay ahead, and if we continued, we would plunge into endless darkness, never to escape. I
began to hope this road had no end, that we could walk on forever.

But what was bound to happen, happened. Su Feng and Ye Ziyan stopped in front of a door. Su Feng spread out the two room cards in his hand
and said, "Choose one."

I glanced at them: 814 and 816. A simple choice, yet I dared not reach for them. In my eyes,
they weren't just two room cards, but two venomous snakes coiled around my hands, ready to bare their fangs and
swallow me whole if I got too close.

Thinking I was confused, Su Feng explained, "Try not to be together, keep some distance."

I remained hesitant. Ye Ziyan, noticing my hesitation, took 814 and said, "Let's choose this one!"
Then she told my wife, "I'm sorry, you can only choose 816." She was indeed a clever woman,
deliberately using such subtle language to both help me make up my mind and separate my wife and me. I thought I was prepared
, but at the last minute, I realized that things weren't so simple. Even at this point, my wife wouldn't
let go of my hand, and I didn't want to let go of her either; we were both still hesitant.

Ye Ziyan smiled cleverly and subtly nodded to Su Feng. Su Feng reached out and supported my wife's shoulder, gently
pulling her out of my arms.

My wife looked at me with fear; I could see hesitation in her eyes, helpless like a little
white rabbit , hoping I would rescue her.

Just as I was about to pull my wife back, Ye Ziyan suddenly hooked her arm around mine, whispering sweetly in my ear, "
A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold , what are you daydreaming about!"

My outstretched hand was trapped, and my heart was trapped too. I watched helplessly as my wife followed Su Feng into 816
, and I saw the resigned look in her eyes the moment before she went inside. She seemed to be drifting further and further away from me, going to a
place I could never reach.

I wanted to stop her, I wanted to back out, but before I could even speak, Ye Ziyan squeezed into my arms, her hands caressing
my face, drawing my gaze to her. Her eyes were misty, like a woman
abandoned , pitifully asking, "Who are you looking at? Weren't you looking forward to tonight?"

Her beautiful arched eyebrows, captivating eyes, vibrant red lips, provocative words, and her pretty face, jade-like neck, and
soft breasts—everything about her exuded endless allure, assaulting my senses and pounding my heart.
I was devastated; my ears were ringing, my vision blurred, as if my body was imprisoned by a demon, my thoughts blank, my eyes
seeing nothing but her.

I heard the door open, and without realizing it, I followed Ye Ziyan into room 814.
The

door slammed shut, cutting off contact with the outside world and severing all my attachments. I felt as if
I had fallen into another dimension, a world where only Ye Ziyan and I existed. She grabbed my shirt, pressed it against my chest, and said,
"Tonight I'm yours, aren't you satisfied?"

I could clearly feel the softness of those little devils pressing against my chest, their voices incredibly alluring, their tone filled with seduction.
That female devil was back, relentlessly instilling wicked thoughts in my ear, leaving me unable to think, unable to react.

My heart pounded wildly, my thoughts completely chaotic, one moment worrying about my wife, the next captivated by Ye Ziyan's beauty,
unable to find peace. "Don't worry, he's very experienced and a gentleman, he'll take good care of her,"
Ye Ziyan said with a smile, seemingly able to read my mind. Her lips were like blood, her teeth like pearls, every word she spoke stirred my heart
like waves, my emotions like wisps of smoke. My Adam's apple bobbed, unable to calm the surging undercurrent within me.

"Forget everything, only I stand before you, you should be thinking of me now," Ye Ziyan said passionately
, embracing my face, her red lips slowly approaching, her eyes filled with lust, drawing me little by little into that ocean of
desire , into her tender affection, unable to extricate myself.

Our warm red lips touched, like a comet colliding with the earth, exploding in my mind. I truly
forgot everything—forgot the world, forgot my marriage, and even forgot my wife. At that moment, my eyes and heart
were filled only with Ye Ziyan.

My hand involuntarily caressed Ye Ziyan's slender waist, gently. She twisted slightly, seemingly lost in passion, as if trying to escape,
or perhaps playing hide-and-seek, deliberately teasing me. Our red lips met, our fragrant tongues slid, she sucked and bit incessantly.

Pain and pleasure stimulated me, my hand sliding through her lace dress up her mirror-like, jade-like back.

Ye Ziyan responded passionately, leading me slowly towards the bed. My gaze was entirely on her;
I couldn't even see was going, I could only blindly follow her. At that moment, I believed that even if there was a bottomless cliff ahead, I would
jump off without hesitation with her.

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Ye Ziyan led me to the bedside, pulling me down onto the bed with her. Her body was very supple, we rose and fell with
the mattress I pressed down on her body, my desire burning fiercely, frantically kissing her while anxiously trying to undress her
.

Ye Ziyan grabbed my hand, panting, "Don't be so hasty, my body isn't warm yet!"

Her words only fueled my desire. I moistened my throat and buried my face in her jade-like skin, kissing her. My hand slipped directly under
her clothes from behind, sliding down her arms. Today's backless dress meant she couldn't wear a bra, and when I discovered she was bare, I felt a jolt
of electricity , greedily climbing up to those playful little devils.

The touch was smooth and silky; finally, I touched those long-awaited breasts. I had already noticed that these little devils were firm, but actually
touching them was a completely different experience. The first time was like never having seen them before, this time like never having touched them before. The feel was superb
, unforgettable, and unforgettable.

These little devils were like inflated balloons, impossible to flatten no matter how hard you squeezed them; they seemed to resist, wanting
to jump out of your grasp. This greatly stimulated my desire to conquer, and I squeezed them with fierce force.

"Ah!" Ye Ziyan cried out in pain as I pinched her, pouting and playfully slapping me, saying, "Be gentle!"

I was already consumed by lust and had lost my reason. I acted as if I hadn't heard her, continuing to knead
her harder, seemingly wanting to retaliate against the resentment she'd always held for manipulating me. Those little devils kept changing
shape .

Ye Ziyan's face showed a hint of pain, but also a hint of enjoyment. She
breathed heavily, her body tensing with each pinch.

I stuck out my tongue to lick her earlobe, mimicking her usual teasing, constantly
breathing . She stretched her neck to avoid it, seemingly finding it ticklish. My other hand tried to lift her long skirt to knead
her snow-white legs, but the hem was pressed under her body, and I couldn't lift it. Giving up, I simply moved my hands over
her waist and legs through the skirt, kneading and squeezing.

Even the shrewd Ye Ziyan was still a woman, and she too could be controlled by desire. She was quickly aroused, her cheeks flushed, like
a steamed shrimp, her body limp, her slender waist swaying with my movements.

Tonight, I'd been subjected to too much stimulation—first that vixen Liang Yuzhen, and now Ye Ziyan, both
consummate characters. My lust was already on the verge of exploding. So Ye Ziyan easily aroused me
. Feeling she was almost there, I reached to untie the ribbon behind her neck again.

"Wait!" Ye Ziyan stopped me again.

I looked at her, puzzled, unable to hide the burning desire within me.

Seeing my anxious look, Ye Ziyan smiled, poked my forehead, and said, "Silly boy,
rough actions only bring a woman to physical climax, not spiritual satisfaction. Men need to be
gentle to melt a woman's heart and give you unprecedented pleasure."

I understood her meaning and comprehended her words, but at this crucial moment, how could I stop?

She was like a patient teacher, supporting me on her chest with both hands, saying, "Let me guide you!"

I straddled her, looking down at her, a hint of hesitation in my eyes, for desire was burning me
up; all I wanted was release. She saw through my intentions, blinked, and gave me a pleading look.

She always had that irresistible power; I was captivated by her again, and dismounted. Seemingly grateful for my
understanding, her smile widened, and she rose to give me a light peck on the corner of my mouth.

She moved to the bedside, pressed a switch, and the room lit up with colorful lights, like red lights in a nightclub
, flashing and changing colors. As if finding it too bright, she turned the knob, dimming it considerably. The flickering lights
blurred her silhouette, creating a hazy, unreal feeling in me. Then she picked up
the remote and played a soothing, seductive piece of music.

I was burning with desire, wondering what she wanted to do. She poured two glasses of wine and slowly
walked towards me, the light flickering, her figure appearing and disappearing. Reaching me, she handed me a glass. I wanted
to ask her something, but she looked into my eyes, raised a finger to stop me, pulled me up from the bed, and led me in
a light dance on the carpet.

We held our glasses, twirling to the rhythm. Her exquisite face flashed before my eyes, making me fear she
would disappear at any moment, or that I would wake up and find it was all a dream. I instinctively hugged her tightly,
afraid she would slip away.

Sensing my movement, she smiled happily. She took a sip of wine, embraced me, and kissed me. As I
suckled , a warm liquid suddenly poured from her mouth, spicy yet warm and fragrant, filling my
mouth. I instantly understood what it was, my heart skipped a beat, and my blood boiled.

She pressed her lips against mine, preventing me from spitting it out, so I could only swallow this nectar mixed with her golden juice. She was intoxicated.
She smiled and kissed me deeply on the cheek, then wrapped her arms around my neck and twirled me happily.

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I gazed at Ye Ziyan with infatuation, our eyes meeting, and she gradually melted in my burning gaze. We
put down our wine glasses , embraced, and kissed. She took off my coat and threw it on the ground. Looking into my eyes,
she unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time, gently pecking at each one with her red lips, like a little bird pecking at rice.
The warmth and moisture against her chest intoxicated me. I was stimulated by her actions, constantly stroking her beautiful long hair, hoping that her
red lips would linger on my chest a little longer, even just for a second longer, which would give me immense satisfaction.

The last button was also unbuttoned, and she suddenly stuck out her fragrant tongue, gently licking, sucking, and teasing my navel with the tip of her tongue
. A heat seeped out of my body, a moist heat that made my abdomen tingle, a very strange feeling.

Her tongue slowly slid up my abdomen, like a nimble snake, the remaining fluids dried by her body heat,
the alternation of hot and cold stimulating me from the inside out.

I clenched my teeth, my breathing becoming heavy. She watched my reactions closely, and when I relaxed, she would suck harder
, making my whole body tense and tremble slightly.

She was like a mischievous little girl, searching for all my secrets, while I was like a
prisoner , completely at her mercy. Her fragrant tongue teasingly touched the corners of my mouth, and when I responded, she would
shyly dodge away like a sly sprite. This playful teasing drew me in, making me unable to stop, and we played
this little game of cat and mouse. Every time I missed, she would smile happily, her eyes full of triumph.

The little fire inside me burned brighter and brighter, my lower body was already engorged with blood, and my penis was painfully stretched by my pants. This game would
soon no longer satisfy me. As if she could read my mind, just when I was about to lose control, she reached out her slender hand and pressed down on my
penis. I shuddered. She pressed and cupped me gently. Even through my pants, I could feel the friction,
experiencing intense pleasure. The fire within me finally found an outlet. I used her slender hand as a vulva, thrusting my hips and
pumping relentlessly. I gradually became engrossed, impatiently reaching out to climb those alluring breasts.

She playfully stopped my mischievous hand, looking at me and shaking her head with a coquettish laugh. I could see the
intoxication ; I knew she too was burning with desire. But I didn't understand why she
could still restrain herself at this moment. Telling me not to rush, she withdrew her hand and, under my gaze, unbuckled my belt. My pants
slipped to the floor, my erect penis exposed to the air, the tip of my underwear damp. She
looked at the damp patch with curiosity, as if discovering something new, a smug smile playing on her lips.

She smiled with a sense of accomplishment, like a star who had won an international award; I could tell she was genuinely happy. I felt
a mix of bitterness, shyness, and a touch of pride, because I could bring her such great pleasure.

She stretched out her delicate finger and rubbed it on that damp spot. That was where the fluid came out, and I felt as if her finger
was about to poke into that little hole. With each rub, my whole body convulsed slightly.

When she withdrew her finger, it was covered in a sticky liquid. She held it up to her eyes, examining it like a curious
child . As if rewarding my performance, she stared at me, and under my gaze, put that finger
in her mouth and began to suck on it like a lollipop.

I felt like I'd been hit on the back of the head by a basketball; my head buzzed, and I almost lost my balance
. My lower body felt hot, and I almost peed. I tensed up, clamped my legs together, trying to relax, but it was completely useless.

Seeing my tense state, Ye Ziyan seemed to understand my feelings. Through my underwear, she pressed tightly against my
erect penis, rubbing and circling it.

I could feel the dragon head rubbing against my thighs and abdomen. With each rotation, it felt like a tight band was being tightened around me,
my body tensing even more. My throat felt like it was being plunged into a burning ember, burning hot and parched.

I was breathing heavily, and just as I was about to explode, she took my hand and guided it to
her high, firm breasts. Like a child given permission to misbehave, I excitedly and wantonly rubbed and squeezed them.

The thin fabric between us didn't affect the feel at all; on the contrary, the silky smoothness added to the pleasure. The
pink nipples were clearly visible as I squeezed them. She lightly bit her lip, and with each kneading, she would furrow her brow,
her breath sweet and her panting heavier.

We comforted each other, our minds slowly synchronizing. When she felt it was about time, she suddenly turned her back to me and murmured
seductively "Kiss me!"

Seeing her smooth, white back, my heart began to tremble. My trembling hands carefully touched that
white expanse , as if afraid that I might accidentally leave a flaw and ruin this beautiful picture.

Perhaps it was from being exposed to the air for too long, but it was slightly cool, and she trembled
slightly . I wanted to warm her back with these hands again, sliding them up her waist, and she
stretched out in pleasure with my movements.

I pressed closer to her body, my lips kissing her shoulder blades, slowly moving down, not wanting to miss an inch of skin. She held my head back
with one hand and stroked my waist with the other, twisting her body, her shoulder blades rising and falling in front of me,
changing shape.

Soon she seemed unsatisfied, kneading my body with increased force, saying in a tearful voice, "Harder!"

Her tone revealed a hint of anxiety, and her reaction made me very satisfied and proud. I finally understood
the smugness she had felt earlier. Satisfying and intoxicating your partner during sex can indeed give you immense pride.

I sucked hard, leaving red marks on her back, and I could clearly hear the "pop" sounds,
like opening champagne.

This greatly stimulated her. She tilted her head back, letting out soft moans, her hands
flailing . She tossed aside her long hair, revealing the straps of her dress at the back of her neck, and said, "Help me untie this!"

Finally receiving the command, the joy was indescribable; even a promotion hadn't brought me this intense excitement.
My hands trembled as I grasped the thin rope that blocked everything, and like unwrapping a gift, slowly pulled it open.

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The black dress, like the night sky, quietly retreated with the first rays of morning sunlight. That snow-white,
delicate body was once again displayed before my eyes.

The flickering lights cast shadows on Ye Ziyan's body, like a shimmering, mesmerizing Pandora's box,
waiting for me to open it, to explore.

She was indeed wearing a white lace-trimmed thong, and my nose felt hot; I felt like I was about to have a nosebleed
. The small piece of fabric couldn't hide her rounded buttocks, their lines beautiful and smooth, making one want to grab
them.

The thin red string not only attracted my gaze but also stirred my nerves, arousing my desire. I
stared intently at her lower body, unable to look away.

My stunned silence pleased her, but she was also tormented by the ignited desire, eagerly grabbing my
hand and caressing her shapely buttocks.

In my eyes, she had always been a composed woman, capable of handling everything, but her actions at this moment
overturned my image of her. However, this greatly stimulated me, making me excited and happy. I
pinched her buttocks hard.

Perhaps hurt by my pinch, she gasped and gasped, shrinking forward to avoid it. I held on tightly, the pain
and pleasure stimulating her nerves. She reciprocated, retaliating by increasing the pressure of her hands on my waist.
My waist was full of tender flesh, my nails digging into the flesh, causing unbearable pain, but also a strange itch, making me want to both cry and laugh.

Pain and pleasure alternated repeatedly, as if we were testing each other's limits. However, I eventually gave in
and couldn't hold on any longer. I released my grip on her buttocks, and I saw five clear red finger marks left on them.

She also released her grip on my waist, and now it was her turn to be consumed by desire. She playfully slapped my waist in annoyance
. I abandoned the game and got down to business. I squatted down and imitated her, extending my tongue from her buttocks
to back cleft, slowly licking upwards.

Her reaction was the same as mine; her body alternated between softness and tension, as if seeking support. She
grabbed my shoulders and kneaded them heavily in a fit of rage.

I licked the back of her neck, and she stretched out her jade-like neck passionately, deliberately making it easier for me to move. After I finished licking her earlobe, she
wrapped her hand around my head, and we turned around and frantically sucked and exchanged nectar.

We were both lost in desire. I imitated what I did when we danced last time, using my underwear to push against her buttocks. She understood my
desire and cooperated by resting her head on my shoulder, opening her hips, and then suddenly contracting as I entered, clamping down on
my erect penis. This time, separated only by two thin sheets of cloth, the tip of my penis sank deeper, and
the sensation of numbness mixed with itchiness, itchiness mixed with pleasure, pleasure mixed with pain was even more pronounced. I wrapped my arms around her delicate body, my hands roughly
kneading her breasts.

Seemingly stimulated by my intense emotions, her breathing turned into soft moans, and the sound became much louder. Even her soft moans
were so stimulating, conveying both a sense of suppression and indulgence, like magpies building a bridge, a hundred birds
singing , arousing desire and igniting lust.

I panted heavily, feeling my body gradually heat up, that scalding liquid beginning to brew and gather within me.
Just then, she mischievously relaxed her hips again, just like last time, leaving my penis without support,
slipping out once more.

I anxiously hugged her tighter, sliding between her legs, wanting to find some comfort in her delicate body. She playfully
dodged , like a little girl playing a game with me, not letting me succeed.

Just as I was feeling frustrated, she turned to look at me, gently shaking her head, reminding me not to rush.

I could see the burning desire in her eyes, but who wouldn't be anxious at this point? What man could
resist ? I felt like I'd been pushed off a cloud, battered and bruised by the wind and rain as I crashed to the ground.

She turned and kissed me. I took the initiative, my advances fierce, lightly nibbling at her lips, licking and sucking.
The warm, moist saliva on her tongue made me tremble and feel intoxicated.

Feeling my desire temporarily subdued, she withdrew her red lips, gesturing to the rope binding her thong, and
murmured seductively, "Untie it!"

These provocative words sent a jolt through me. I felt as if divinely inspired, as if a goddess had descended to earth. I lowered
my hands from her tempting hands and went to unwrap the last gift, the most mysterious, the best
gift bestowed upon a man by heaven.

The moment my hand touched the thin string, Ye Ziyan stopped me again. Her eyes were alluring, her cherry lips slightly parted, and
she breathed softly, "Untying it like this takes away all the fun."

I looked at her, puzzled. She pouted, as if annoyed that I was too stupid, and gently stroked my lips with her jade-like fingers, hinting,
"Don't you think the person who designed this kind of thong wanted men to use it to untie it?"

Instantly, I understood her meaning. I felt like I'd been hit by a speeding car, electric current coursing through my body. Even if I
were a god descended to earth, with divine assistance, I would still be shattered to pieces, my soul leaving my body, falling into an endless sea of desire.

It took a lot of effort to suppress my excited feelings and allow my body to move freely. Looking into her eyes, that
familiar gaze reappeared, encouraging yet seductive. I had nowhere to escape, and slowly squatted down. As I passed those
little devils, I mischievously took them into my mouth, sucking, gently biting, and teasing them with the tip of my tongue.

She held my head, writhing passionately, giving me the greatest response.

Sliding down her delicate body, the entrance to what seemed like a treasure trove was finally revealed before my eyes. Through the
soft white silk, I could truly see the thick, dark hair inside, as if it were filled with treasures, tempting
me to open it and admire it. Her eyes were fixed on me, unblinking. I moved closer little by little,
feeling . My breath on her crotch made her tremble slightly as if she were being electrocuted.

I didn't immediately use my mouth to untie it, but instead kissed her thighs, my tongue tracing the rope. She
held my head in her hands, rubbing my hair and gently scratching my scalp.

Until she subconsciously squeezed her legs together, twisted her slender waist, and her lower body involuntarily pressed against my lips. I knew she
was about to reach her limit, so I looked into her eyes and, like a hyena, bit the thin rope with my teeth, slowly tearing it open.

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Although she knew what I was doing, when the bow was untied, the blush on Ye Ziyan's face spread to her jade-like neck, and
there was even a trace of fear and shyness in her eyes.

I couldn't believe
my .

The thin string came undone, and the white lace-trimmed thong, now without support,
floated down . The thin material made its descent very, very slowly.

The small piece of fabric was already soaked; I caught it and tried to wring it out, and two drops of water came out. She blushed
as she watched my actions, her face expressionless, but I could still see shyness in her eyes.

This was very arousing for a man. I dropped the thong and stared intently at her lower body, wanting to
memorize every detail.

That mysterious Garden of Eden had finally unveiled itself, revealing itself completely before my eyes. She shyly squeezed
her legs together and drew the curtains of Eden. I didn't look up at her; I anxiously pushed open the narrow door. Inside, the scenery
was beautiful, with lush, verdant trees, moist soil, and flowing water—like a paradise on earth.

I held my breath, extending a trembling hand, my movements gentle, as if afraid of disturbing the gods in this blessed land and
causing to vanish before my eyes.

Ye Ziyan seemed a little frightened, wanting to back away. I anticipated her escape, supporting her rounded thighs
to stop her. My hand finally touched that paradise, the water warm, smooth, and crystal clear. She trembled all over,
instinctively squeezing tightly, even my fingers getting caught in it. We both felt breathless, our bodies tingling.

Her body gradually melted, the trickle becoming more rapid, my body gradually burning, the tip almost bursting through my underwear.

I must declare first, I have never done this to any woman before, not even my wife.
But this witch, Ye Ziyan, tonight made me do it willingly. I can't explain why at the time,
maybe she was too alluring, maybe it was the intoxicating atmosphere, maybe I was stimulated to the point of losing my mind,
anyway, I just opened my mouth and kissed her.

I guess she didn't expect me to do such a thing, and was instantly stimulated by my action, grabbing my head and scratching wildly
. A sharp, gasping breath escaped her lips ; I could hear her trying to suppress it, but it was too late.

Her sacred space opened wide, and warm water flowed forth like holy water, which I greedily drank. The nectar spread in my mouth , and I even extended my tongue to probe the hidden depths within. She convulsed from the stimulation, shyly trying to clamp her legs together to stop my advances, yet seemingly unwilling to let me stop . Torn between these conflicting emotions, her knuckles clenched so tightly they cracked. In this intimate contact, I could clearly feel her body growing hotter, and the flow within her growing more rapid. She bit her lip, stretched her neck, and tilted her head back, her hair cascading down like a waterfall, the small, erect nipples on her chest swaying with her writhing body. Completely consumed by desire, she became impatient, spreading her legs wide as if welcoming my advances. Soon, I felt that hidden depths become unpredictable, opening and closing, contracting and expanding, the trickle turning into a raging flood. Just as she tensed up, and I felt she was about to soar to the heavens, she suddenly let out a soft moan and forcefully pushed me away. I looked at her in confusion, wondering why she did this, but I knew she must have exerted a great deal of effort, desperately trying to restrain herself, to pull back from the brink of desire. She breathed heavily, her breasts bouncing with each beat. After a few seconds of calm, she said softly, "I can't take it anymore , if you keep stimulating me, I'm about to come." I spat out the water in my mouth, chuckled, and indicated that it was okay if I came. Her face was flushed, the tide in her eyes still lingering, and she shook her head, saying, "I want to go to the clouds with you." Then she pulled me up. Her words made my heart flutter, my mind swaying, as if I were about to float away. Stimulating her, of course, I was also burning with desire . She understandingly squatted down and slowly pulled down my underwear. That incredibly erect head finally broke free of its restraints, soaring through the sky, like an infant eagerly awaiting nursing, swaying before her bright red lips. She looked at me, and without hesitation, opened her mouth and swallowed me. The dragon, having struggled for so long, plunged back into the spring , the water and milk mingling, intoxicating me. She slid back and forth, serving me as she had on our first night at the villa, but even more vigorously. Whether rewarding my earlier actions or simply satisfied with my performance, she constantly changed her techniques, occasionally biting lightly, squeezing from different angles. Later, she even raised her head, like a greedy vixen, opening her mouth to suck in the dragon's essence , constantly swallowing, rubbing, and licking. The feeling was wondrous; heat surged upwards from my feet, as if I were falling into a sea of desire, making my breathing quicken, panting rapidly, as if in a trance. Under her service, the fire within me burned ever brighter, and the old dragon's mouth began to accumulate water again. My whole body tensed, preparing to ejaculate. She stopped stimulating me at the right moment, opened her mouth and spat it out, kissing and sliding upwards along my abdomen. I knew what she meant, so I took her pink arms, pulled her into my embrace, kissed the corner of her mouth, and we moved together toward the warm bed. Chapter 64 First Wife Swapping 13 Approaching the bed, Ye Ziyan pushed me down and straddled me. She actually wanted to take the lead, which secretly pleased me, and I also felt a little anticipation, wondering what kind of performance she would put on. She moved to my crotch, lifted her hips, looked into my eyes, guided my penis, aimed it at the entrance of my vagina, and slowly sat down. The vagina was already wet, and my penis easily slid in, but after going in halfway, it seemed to become difficult. She looked uncomfortable, frowned, gritted her teeth, and pressed down hard, finally sliding in little by little. This was all thanks to the foreplay earlier; otherwise, I think it would have been even more difficult. The vagina was truly a different world, full and slippery. I felt like I had stepped out of the dead of winter into an air-conditioned room, and I groaned comfortably. She also hummed softly at the same time. To adapt, she didn't move hastily, but gently twisted her slender waist, as if waiting for things to get going. I waited patiently, unusually, as she half-closed her eyes, her expression sometimes tense, sometimes relaxed. But as time went on, her movements gradually became more expansive and varied. Pressing down, twisting, pushing, thrusting back and forth—a variety of techniques were employed in turn. I was like a prized horse beneath her, letting her ride me freely. I felt as if I had fallen into a sugar jar, my entire body enveloped in sweet bliss. We quickly became engrossed, our breaths rising and falling like waves crashing on the shore. She watched me, occasionally biting her lip, frowning , arching her body as if exhausted, staring at the ceiling, revealing various provocative expressions. Her long hair flew, her breasts bounced, and the colorful lights shone on her, making her look like a fairy draped in a veil of color. Her passionate actions stimulated me; I reached out and caressed her restless little devils, kneading and gently scratching, trying to restrain her movements and control her actions. We stimulated each other, our bodies and souls colliding, constantly sparking fiery flames. The bed echoed with the natural sounds of slapping, like raindrops hitting lotus leaves. She maintained her rhythm tirelessly, a fine layer of sweat glistening . Watching her sweat profusely on me gave me an unprecedented pleasure, not only because she was my partner, but also because her initiative was something I had never experienced before, greatly stimulating me. My mind was completely focused; I could clearly feel every twist, every thrust, and the contraction . This state of excitement quickly became unbearable; my lower body felt hot, and everything seemed to come rushing at me. She seemed to be able to read my state from my expression and reactions. Whenever this happened, she would slow down, lie down and kiss me, licking my chest with her tongue, distracting me and letting me cool down slowly. But only when the temperature dropped by half...

She resumed her pace of torture. I was thus under her control, like a prisoner at her mercy, experiencing
the ebb and flow , the highs and lows.

My hands roamed over her body, stimulating every part. Soon, she too was aroused.
Her soft moans turned into groans; whether from deliberate training or not, even her moans were beautiful, more seductive than those of the leading ladies in those
Japanese adult films. The first half was pleasurable, the second half like torture, her voice
conveying both pleasure and pain, inducing sin and arousing desire.

My body heat was aroused again, but this time I didn't intend to let her stop. I reached out and touched
the entrance to her paradise. She stared at me with wide, almond-shaped eyes, then a satisfied smile appeared on her lips. After

a while of vigorous activity, she was almost exhausted and ready to finish. I held her waist, pushing her back
and forth to help her speed up.

Just as I was feeling increasingly good, she suddenly pressed her thumb three inches below my navel. With each twist,
the force gradually increased.

At first, I didn't know what she felt, but I quickly understood. A surge of heat shot from my kidneys,
rushing into my brain along with the pleasure in my body. It felt as if my kidneys had failed me; my lower body became even harder, and urine
flowed uncontrollably. I stared at her, my eyes wide.

Seemingly anticipating my reaction, she grinned smugly and intensified the thrust, pressing her other hand
four inches below my navel.

The impact became even more pronounced; my whole body trembled, as if I were about to lose control of my bladder. Urine, mixed with
the liquid , threatened to erupt all at once. Involuntarily, I thrust my hips forward with
all my might. She clenched her teeth, as if resisting me, enduring each of my thrusts head-on.

My body grew hotter and hotter. My eyes widened, and I slowly let out a roar. She also threw her head back, letting out a long, painful
moan. My hand on her waist pulled desperately, and my hips pounded wildly.

A few seconds later, it erupted simultaneously, a heat wave swept over us, and the dragon fluid gushed out, mingling and
flowing . We held each other tightly, shouting as we plummeted to the clouds together.

With each contraction of her blessed land, my dragon head would tremble. We were like positive and negative poles,
currents flowing through our bodies, causing us to spasm uncontrollably.

This feeling lingered for a long time; I had never experienced anything like it before. We kissed and lingered,
unwilling to separate for a long while.

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After a few minutes, the electric sensation gradually subsided, and our bodies slowly regained their function. Ye Ziyan and I
looked at each other, both able to see the burning passion and lingering warmth in each other's eyes.

We kissed passionately, exchanging nectar, teasing the desire still flowing within each other. I believed she had
also been fully immersed, experiencing true pleasure.

My body went limp, and my dragon head slid out of her blessed land, covered in sticky fluid. Without obstruction, a trickle of fluid flowed from her blessed land,
a few drops landing on my crotch. Her thick, black pubic hair was stained white by the water.

Her face was flushed, seemingly still lost in pleasure; a woman's tide rises and falls more slowly than a man's. I gazed at her
quietly , my hands wandering over her white legs, slender waist, and firm breasts, gently kneading them, hoping
to bring her as much pleasure as possible.

My actions intoxicated her, a comfortable smile playing on her lips, as if we were still making love. She understood that I
was serving her, responding by gently rubbing against me and licking my cheek. This continued for two or three minutes before
the blush on her body gradually faded, and her eyes, now clear, seemed to hold a small flame flickering within them. She
slid off me, clinging tightly to me, occasionally nuzzling me with her nose, and asked, "How does it feel?"

"I've already flown across the sky, soaring through the universe," I replied sincerely, stroking her smooth, snowy back.

"Hehe!" She smiled again, like a happy little girl.

Speaking of that feeling, I recalled how she pressed below my navel before I ejaculated. The stimulation of my nerves
made my whole body feel like it was losing its function. I almost couldn't hold it in and peed in her private area. If
I hadn't managed to hold it in, I don't know what would have happened.

I slapped her buttocks as punishment and asked, "What was that about when you pressed below my navel?"

She pouted, humming sweetly, and wriggled in my arms, nudging my hand with her buttocks, saying, "
How was it ? Feeling good, right?"

"It was good, but what happened? I almost peed!" I said truthfully. Receiving an affirmative
answer, she smiled smugly and pressed her thumb three inches below my navel, saying, "This is the Guanyuan acupoint." Then she
pressed her index finger four inches below, saying, "This is the Zhongji acupoint. These two acupoints have a stimulating effect on libido, can invigorate qi and warm yang, and
stop seminal emission."

This falls under the category of acupoints in Traditional Chinese Medicine, which I knew nothing about. But I've experienced it firsthand, and that
's the best proof. I nodded knowingly. "So? Do you like it?" she asked playfully, blinking. Her eager
anticipation for the answer made her seem like a little woman who had done a lot just to earn a compliment.

Of course, I would fulfill her expectations. I gratefully patted her waist and said, "I like it!"

Satisfied with the answer, she snuggled closer, finding a comfortable position in my arms, and
started drawing little circles on my chest with her fingers.

Her fingers were slender, snow-white, and her knuckles were very beautiful, like pieces of jade coral. I took her mischievous
hand and kissed it, saying, "But next time you have to tell me before you massage me, otherwise I'm afraid that sudden electric shock might hit me and I might
accidentally pee on you."

"Really?" she asked, her eyes wide and her face flushed. She looked like a
new bride who had never been with a man before, who had heard that intercourse on her wedding night would be painful and cause bleeding. I pinched her pretty face and said, "What do you think?"

"I've never heard of that!" she asked, tilting her head in confusion.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. So she was using me as a test subject. I glared at her, feigning anger, and asked, "You used
me for your first time?"

She knew I was teasing her, but still acted like a child caught doing something wrong, pitifully explaining, "I just practice
yoga regularly, and recently I heard that acupoints in Traditional Chinese Medicine can help with libido, so I tried learning a little, but I haven't actually seen anything
about it in any books."

Looking at her on the verge of tears, what man could bear to blame her? Besides, I wasn't angry. I gently stroked her
soft long hair, winking suggestively, "But it really felt good. It was like soaring through the clouds."

"Really?" she said, sitting up, excited like a child.

I pulled her back into my arms, reassuringly kissing her cheek, "Of course it's true." While she was happy...
"What other acupoints do the books say can help with libido?" I asked.

"There are so many, more than a dozen all over the body!" Ye Ziyan replied after thinking for a moment. I was surprised; I
had never known acupoints could have such an effect.

She seemed quite content, like a kitten just wanting to find a more comfortable position, snuggling closer to me and
lying quietly. Her fingers wandered across my chest, tracing random lines.

We had just finished a passionate encounter and were sweating profusely, but the comforting scent of sandalwood in her
arms hadn't disappeared; in fact, it had become even stronger. I used to think it was perfume, but now I realized it was her
natural body odor, a more pronounced scent of sweat after an orgasm.

This sandalwood scent calmed my mind, pulled me back to reality from my sea of desire. Once my thoughts
returned to normal, a torrent of emotions erupted.

Looking at Ye Ziyan in my arms, I suddenly thought of my wife who had come into the house with Su Feng. Was she, like me,
captivated by Su Feng's charm? I was lying happily in his arms, or perhaps we were in the midst of a passionate battle, Su Feng pushing me through
wave pleasure. Thinking of Su Feng's strong physique, I felt a pang of shame. He could probably satisfy my wife easily
! Or perhaps she was still holding fast to our love, refusing to compromise, yet I had already done something to betray her.

Thinking of this, I broke out in a cold sweat, my heart pounding wildly.

"You're thinking about her again?" Perhaps noticing my racing heart, Ye Ziyan looked up at me and asked.

In Ye Ziyan's eyes was a mixture of pity, resentment, and pleading, all of which nearly broke my heart,
filling intense guilt. Yet, I couldn't stop thinking about my wife.

Ye Ziyan suddenly sat up, cradling my head, looking into my eyes and whispering mournfully, "Didn't we agree
not ? With me, aren't you satisfied?" She then kissed my forehead and the corner of my mouth, hoping to freeze
my thoughts and bring my attention back.

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Ye Ziyan's tenderness truly captivated me.
What could a man possibly do to repay a woman who willingly serves him and gives herself to him? I had nothing to repay her with, and I felt guilty towards Ye Ziyan, but this couldn't
stop me from thinking of my wife, wondering about her current situation, whether she was thinking of me as I was.

Seeing me lost in thought, Ye Ziyan continued to tempt me, "Actually, you don't need to worry so much. I
assure , he will take very good care of her!"

Ye Ziyan's words were like a thunderbolt, leaving me numb and my mind blank. Indeed,
with such an outstanding and desirable man as Su Feng by her side, perhaps my wife was living in a spring
of pleasure, surrounded by Su Feng's tenderness and affection, or perhaps the two of them were making love.

Taking advantage of my momentary lapse in thought, Ye Ziyan turned my face towards her, staring into my eyes, and said, "Now is a rare
time for us to spend together."

Her words were gentle, like an aphrodisiac, making me tremble with fear. Her eyes were hazy, filled with
desire and captivating.

Since entering this room, Ye Ziyan no longer addressed me as "wife" or "Miss Song," but instead used "she." I
understood Ye Ziyan's intention; this "she" subtly distanced me from my wife, creating a
psychological barrier, and then used "we" to draw me closer to her.

At this moment, I had to admit that Ye Ziyan was undoubtedly a formidable woman, a
master of psychological warfare. Her allure, coupled with my lingering suspicion of my wife, ruthlessly
breached my newly erected defenses; the wall of reason crumbled once more, utterly defeated.

"Do you remember our first meeting?" Ye Ziyan gently stroked my face, suddenly asking.

How could I forget that? That unreal encounter,
the instant , her alluring and intoxicating manner while smoking, and the conversation I would never forget. I replied softly, "I remember,
what's up?"

"Do you know how I found you?" she asked playfully, her eyes sparkling.

Since we met, her persistence towards me had puzzled me. In terms of looks and talent, I couldn't compare to Su Feng, yet she
still went to great lengths to serve me, doing everything she could to get me into the club—this had always bothered me. Her
question successfully diverted my thoughts from my wife.

I looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

Ignoring my wary gaze, she traced circles on my chest with her hand and said, "Actually, before we even met, from
the first day you entered that bar, I noticed you and secretly observed you for several days."

I was surprised; I had no idea until she said it. Perhaps my mind was too chaotic at the time. The pressure of work and
the conflicts at home made me unable to think of anything else. I just wanted to get drunk, go home, and sleep, forgetting all those troubles. I endured
the tingling sensation in my chest and asked, "Why did you choose me?"

This was a question I had always wanted to know, but I had never asked it before. I was afraid that once I asked,
our relationship might end there, and she would quietly disappear from my world, just like she had appeared. But tonight she
brought it up herself, so naturally I wanted to know the answer.

She glanced at me and said, "Actually, that bar is mine, and it's also a member of our club . It's
a place where we usually drink and get together."

Her words completely shocked me. I hadn't expected this at all. Before I could recover,
she smiled wryly, as if reminiscing, and continued, "Back then, you came to the bar every day, but you never talked to
any women. You just drank alone. There are only two kinds of people who hide in bars and drink alone. The first is people who have failed in business, but
I can tell you're not the first type. These people need excitement; they go to lively nightclubs to have fun,
not to my deserted bar. The second type is people who have failed in love, either heartbroken or
unhappy , and need to find a quiet corner to lick their wounds alone. You belong to the second

type ." Her analysis was very reasonable, and I believed her, but I still asked, "How can you be so sure?"

She gently stroked my cheek tenderly and said, "Because I saw loneliness in your eyes. The only thing I wasn't
sure about was whether you were heartbroken or unhappy in your marriage." She paused for two seconds, then continued, "You
know what? When I approached you, I was actually a little nervous because I was worried that you were heartbroken. If that were the case,
my purpose in appearing would be meaningless."

I listened silently. She seemed like a little girl reminiscing about her happy childhood. After thinking for a moment, she said, "After you drank that
glass of wine and told me your story, you might think I'm a bad woman, but I was genuinely happy and
a little excited, not only because you're unhappy in your marriage, but also because I heard your troubles and pain."

After finishing speaking, I paused, gave a self-deprecating chuckle, and said, "To keep you from suspecting anything, I tried my best to suppress
my excitement."

At this moment, words fail to describe my feelings. Shock at the truth? Confusion about her actions?
Frustration at being dragged into this club by her? Or happiness at being favored by her? All sorts of emotions were mixed together. Only she could give me this answer now
. I asked, "Why are you so persistent with me?"

Seemingly puzzled as to why I asked this question, she looked at me curiously, thought for a moment, and then
looked at me affectionately as if she understood, saying, "A lonely man, who can resist the temptations of the outside world, hiding in a dark
corner , numbing himself with alcohol, don't you think such a man deserves to be cherished?"

"I'm looking for a man like you who values relationships, not those who indulge in debauchery and womanize everywhere
. Our club doesn't need that kind of person. After hearing your troubles, I thought about whether I could help you and your
husband , give you a chance, so I decided to bring you into our big family."

Hearing her answer, I felt at ease, but there was still a trace of disappointment. Seemingly seeing through my thoughts, she hugged
me sweetly and said, "Of course, there's also a little something of my own in it. Any man who values relationships can be my beloved
lover."

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When Ye Ziyan said this, she kept looking into my eyes, and I knew she was telling the truth. But I still
couldn't understand how such a beautiful and elegant woman could willingly
serve a man just because he was sentimental.

I stared at her, wide-eyed and incredulous.

She smiled sweetly, "Why are you looking at me like that?" Then, gazing at the rotating chandelier on the ceiling, she looked a little forlorn and
sighed, "Actually, you don't need to be so surprised. Perhaps you don't understand, but in my eyes, I haven't
seen many sentimental men over the years. Once a man sees a beautiful woman, he'll think about how to pounce on her."

I said self-deprecatingly, "Isn't that the same for me? After seeing you, I can't forget you." "

Really?" she asked, looking up, her eyes gleaming with undisguised excitement, like
a kitten seeing a fish in its owner's hand.

"Yes!" I nodded. She smiled happily, hugged me, and gave me a rewarding kiss. The
kiss lasted a long time, until she was satisfied before releasing me. She nestled in my arms and said, "Thinking about beautiful women is something every man
can't control , but to think about your wife at home while also keeping your bottom line and not
doing anything wrong behind her back—that's not something every man can do. Do you remember the first time I took care of your
needs at the villa?"

Her words were like a remote control, and I was the television set in front of it.
The image of her kneeling at my feet that night, struggling to swallow me, involuntarily flashed through my mind. To prevent myself from acting on it, I desperately suppressed the turbulent
emotions and nodded. However, my efforts were useless in front of her. Seemingly reading my thoughts, she
chuckled and said, "Even though you were already burning with desire then, you still kept her in your heart, upholding that red line. If it were
any other man, seeing me undressed, he probably would have already pounced on me."

Her praise made me feel unworthy. That day was my limit; if I continued to stimulate her, I didn't know
if I could still hold my ground. But if it happened again, I would still try my best to control myself.

Smoothing her long hair, she climbed onto my chest and said tenderly, "You know,
after leaving my business card that day, I worried every day if you would call, afraid of missing your call. I even took my phone with me to the bathroom. The first
time you called, my heart was pounding, but I had to suppress it so you wouldn't feel it. When you agreed to come to the villa and
visit our party, I was so excited. After hanging up, I drank half a bottle of red wine. And the first
time brought her here, I was so nervous, worried that she was too beautiful and I couldn't compare. Later, when you agreed to join
the club and come into this room, my heart still couldn't calm down. It wasn't until we made love that I dared to believe
it was all real."

Her words were full of affection, moving me, intoxicating me, filling me with love and tenderness. I felt like a fly
frantically , falling into her carefully woven web of tenderness. But her last sentence also left me heartbroken. Indeed, it
was too late now. My wife was probably like me; we had both stepped into this quagmire and couldn't get out.

At that moment, she might have truly entered my heart. Even if she didn't hold the same weight as my wife,
I was destined to reserve a place for her in this life. I couldn't tell if she was trying to comfort me after my first experience with a wife-swapping, or if she was telling
the truth, but I preferred to believe it was all true. I told myself deep down that she had no reason to lie to me.

I suddenly wanted to open my heart to Ye Ziyan, stroking her smooth, snowy back, and reminiscing, "My wife and I met through
a friend's introduction. She was very beautiful, and I fell in love with her at first sight. We quickly fell in love, dated for a year
, and were married for four. We were always very respectful to each other, and we rarely argued. It wasn't until the last two years that our feelings
gradually faded, and conflicts started to increase. I know that she
loses control of her emotions many times because she loves me and is afraid of losing me. I understand, so I try my best to be patient and give in to her."

I sighed over the past. She seemed to be affected by the atmosphere, put on some soothing music, took out a cigarette from the bedside table, lit it,
took a puff, and continued to be a quiet listener.

"She sacrificed so much for this family. She can't lose me, and I can't lose her either. That's why I
was in pain, running away, until you came along." I said, glancing at Ye Ziyan, brushing aside the hair on her forehead,
carefully examining her pretty face. "From the first moment I saw you, I was awestruck, feeling the same way I felt when I
first . But I'm a married man. I can't let my mind wander, and I don't want to betray her. We
joined this club to continue our love, to ensure our marriage lasts..."

I poured out my heart to Ye Ziyan, from the past to the conflicts in our marriage, from happiness to despair.
She seemed to understand my feelings, empathizing with me, and offered me a cigarette.

...

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Looking at the white cigarette butt, sparking and wisps of smoke rising, I shook my head. As if anticipating my refusal, Ye
Ziyan didn't take back the cigarette, asking, "Do you believe in fate?"

I didn't know why she asked that, but I nodded anyway. Because I truly believed; I always felt that fate brought
me to my wife.

She looked at me and said tenderly, "It takes ten years of cultivation to share a boat ride, and a hundred years to share a pillow. How much do you think we need?"
"It takes a great destiny to meet, to know each other, to sleep in the same bed, and to experience this blissful intimacy."

Her words shook me, and the affection in her eyes captivated me. She leaned closer to me, murmuring sorrowfully, "Five hundred glances
in a past life are needed to earn a single brush in this one. Perhaps we've exchanged countless glances
to have this meeting tonight." She then held a cigarette to my lips, saying, "Now is our time. Forget everything;
it might make you feel better."

She was like a bewitching enchantress, always able to say things that made sense, offering
suggestions . I was persuaded once again. A faint red lipstick mark remained on the white cigarette butt. I took the tempting
mark into my mouth and took a deep drag.

I gave in. She smiled sweetly, her blush deepening, like two rosy cheeks, and whispered, "When
you exhale the smoke, imagine that this puff has expelled all your troubles."

I imitated her, pursing my lips and drawing out the breath slowly. The smoke stretched out in thin wisps, filling the bedside area,
gradually spreading and enveloping us. The multicolored lights made the smoke constantly change color, making me feel as if I were detached from
reality, living in a psychedelic world, and my low spirits dissipated.

Seeing my blissful state, she bit her lip, seemingly having achieved another victory, and smiled triumphantly.

She picked up her glass, took a sip, and then held it to me, deliberately placing the spot with her lip print near my lips.
I knew her intention and, without hesitation, opened my mouth to take the glass.

But I fell for it again; she quickly tilted the glass back, and the liquor rushed into my mouth like a torrent.
I had no choice but to grimace and drink most of the glass in one gulp.

Her scheme had succeeded. Seeing my brow furrowed in the alcohol, she laughed like a mischievous little devil,
fluttering wings.

I drank quite a bit tonight, and I've been a little groggy. I'm still not fully sober.
After , it felt like a huge rock had been thrown into my already churning stomach, and my spinning head felt like someone was
constantly stirring it with a bamboo pole. Taking advantage of my blurred consciousness, she finally revealed her true colors, transforming back into that mature, alluring
woman, looking at me seductively and saying, "Want to hear my story?"

I didn't have much capacity to think anymore, and nodded without hesitation. She tentatively said, "Before
you hear my story, turn over so I can help you relax."

It was as if what I had just drunk wasn't a glass of wine, but a drug to make me obedient. I shook
my groggy head, offering no resistance or questions, and turned over as she instructed. I faced the pillow,
unaware of the triumphant look in her eyes after I turned over.

I didn't know what she wanted to do, but soon a warm, slippery liquid dripped down my spine.
I nervously turned around, and she pressed down on my shoulder, coquettishly commanding, "Don't move!"

I couldn't see what was dripping on my back, but I saw she was holding something that looked like a candlestick.
I asked nervously, "What's that?" Although she asked politely, my inner monologue was, "Oh no, are we going to play with
dripping wax?!"

She seemed to sense my thoughts, patted my back, and scolded, "What are you guessing?!" Seemingly not intending to
hide it, she continued to drip the liquid from the candlestick onto my back, saying, "It's essential oil!"

As long as it wasn't dripping wax, that was fine. But before I could even relax, she continued, "An
essential oil that can stimulate desire!"

I instantly tensed up, turned to look at her, and exclaimed, "Indian God Oil?" "

I told you not to move! Look, it's all dripped onto the bed!" She chuckled, playfully pressing me
down onto the bed. I lay back down dejectedly. She hadn't stopped laughing and complained, "You men only know about
Indian herbal oil, that's very potent. This only has some auxiliary effects."

"Won't there be any side effects?" I asked anxiously.

"Don't worry! If there were side effects, why would I use it on you?" Her tone was melancholic, seemingly
harboring a hint of resentment towards my doubts.

Trusting she wouldn't harm me, I relaxed, but my heart was still pounding. I asked, "What are you going to do?"

"You'll find out soon," she said, kissing my back. The touch was delicate and moist, and I couldn't help but tremble
, my heart starting to race. The back is actually very sensitive, because it's not visible and rarely touched, making it more sensitive than
the abdomen and other areas.

A pair of soft, smooth hands caressed my spine, sliding down the dripping liquid, kneading and pushing the warm
liquid to various parts of my back.

After the liquid slid across my back with her slender hands, those hands suddenly pressed down on my lumbar spine, gradually increasing the pressure,
slowly pushing upwards along the spine.

Her small hands were soft yet incredibly strong. The warm liquid rubbed against my skin, instantly raising my temperature by tens of degrees,
creating a burning sensation, as if a hot coal was rolling across my back in her palm.

I groaned in pleasure. Her hands were like silver needles in a doctor's hand, releasing
fatigue .

Now I knew what she was up to; she always surprised me. I never imagined she had
this skill. It was as if she were Santa Claus, carrying countless gifts, granting any wish I made.
When her small hands reached my shoulders, she leaned down and breathed warm air into my ear, asking, "How does it feel? Is the pressure enough?" As she spoke,
she increased the pressure on my Jianjing acupoint.

I wanted to answer "comfortable," but I couldn't utter a sound; the only sound was a painful
groan. At first, it felt good, but as the pressure increased, it slowly turned into a comfortable yet sore sensation, with a warm, moist
feeling constantly drilling into my Jianjing acupoint from where her fingers were pressing.

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At this moment, I truly embodied the saying, "Pain and pleasure coexist, comfort mixed with pain, pain mixed with pleasure."
While I was still in the wind and rain, Ye Ziyan suddenly sucked my earlobe into her mouth, sucking hard.

My ear felt like it was being roasted on fire, an electric current traveling from my shoulder to my earlobe, and back again
, surging and conducting, like the feeling when you hit a numb nerve in your arm. The urge to laugh surged from the bottom of my heart, and I could
n't help it .

Feeling it was about time, she released my earlobe and asked triumphantly, "Comfortable, right?"

"Mmm!" I sincerely praised. She chuckled and relaxed her hand on my shoulder, pushing and pulling down along my spine normally.
After her ministrations, I felt like I had been in a sauna for half an hour; every pore on my body felt open and comfortable.
Even the exhaustion from the previous encounter had been recovered, and I felt much more energetic.

Her hands kneaded and patted my back with very professional and precise techniques, finding the right pressure and acupoints.
"Accurate," I thought, suspecting she might have studied it. As I comfortably drifted into my own thoughts, she spoke up, "Actually, your
experience with her is very similar to mine and his. Before we started this club, my marriage was nearing its end.
Life lost its passion, sex lost its fun, and we became strangers. The spark in his eyes disappeared, and I
saw him gradually grow colder." She paused abruptly, asking, "He wasn't this muscular before, just
as , do you believe it?"

"No way! Really?" I was surprised. Su Feng was now half a size bigger than me, his arms and
chest muscles clearly visible, filling out his shirt, even through his coat.

My disbelief made her a little proud, and I knew it was pride in her husband. She excitedly said, "It's
true! He built it up in the last few years! But I didn't understand men that well back then." The last sentence
had a hint of self-deprecation.

Now it was my turn to be a quiet listener, filled with curiosity about her story. I'd wondered for a long time
why such a beautiful woman would join a club like this, but those were just assumptions in my mind. Tonight
, the answer would finally be revealed, and I felt a mix of excitement and anticipation.

Her hands continued moving, "Our marriage dragged on for three years. Although we tried,
we faced going our separate ways. We spent our honeymoon in Paris, deciding it
would be our last honeymoon trip, a perfect ending to our marriage, our love, leaving behind some beautiful memories. At least
for the future , we'd have something to reminisce about."

Her voice trailed off with a hint of melancholy. Her words saddened me, because I could
empathize .

"But looking back now, I'm truly grateful for that last trip. Perhaps our love moved
heaven , or perhaps our fate wasn't over yet. We were strolling through the drizzling streets of romantic Paris,
reminiscing about our happy times, when he inadvertently saw an advertisement for a wife-swapping club."

I couldn't help but turn over, looking at her questioningly.

"It's true!" She playfully slapped me in disbelief. She pushed me back onto the bed and continued
, "When he showed me the advertisement, I was ashamed and scared. I was afraid he would take me to that club and give me
to another man. I was also angry. How could he have such thoughts and do such a thing to me?"

As she said this, she seemed to recall her feelings at that time, and compared them to her current wholehearted actions, she smiled mockingly at
her past naiveté. Perhaps this is the unpredictability of life. What I was thinking was indeed my wife and I.
Would we end up like this? Perhaps it was an unavoidable reality.

Ye Ziyan, unaware of my thoughts, said, "He guessed what I was thinking. Pointing to the advertisement, he said that
any couple could visit the club for free, and he assured me that I wouldn't join, I was just going to take a look! I hesitated
for a long time, but finally couldn't resist his repeated requests, and actually, I was also a little curious, so I agreed."

"After we registered, we found the club according to the address. As soon as we entered, we were completely stunned. It was a huge
hall, and dozens of couples were walking around naked, exchanging partners, and pulling whoever they liked into their arms for pleasure." As if that scene was flashing through her mind, a blush quickly spread across her face, and her tone became ambiguous. After a few seconds of silence, I waited quietly. She gathered her thoughts and continued, "The scene was obscene, with lewd sounds rising and falling, never ceasing. They didn't seem to care at all about doing such shameful things in front of everyone; in fact, they seemed quite pleased to have onlookers. When we went in, the scene became even more intense; some were even sharing a woman with several men. We were quite terrified and only watched for a short while before fleeing in a panic." "You told me you'd seen something like that abroad before, in which club?" I asked. "Many! Later, when I traveled abroad, I saw quite a few more. But I got used to it and became much more comfortable with it," she said, blushing. She continued, "But that day, after returning to the hotel, we were both incredibly aroused. We made love until dawn, and I even reached an orgasm I hadn't experienced in a long time, several times, until I was exhausted asleep." Hearing the excitement in her voice, as if the sparks of that night were still burning within her, I began to feel hot . I can recall the passion of that time, because my wife and I felt the same way . She calmed herself and said, "When we woke up the next day, that love seemed to have been revitalized, full of life. We both knew what was happening, but we were terrified. If I were to go to such a place, walking naked in front of so many people, I would rather die than do it. But the scene we saw was imprinted in our minds , unforgettable. After returning home, that passion slowly faded. One day, he suggested that we form our own club and gather people with similar experiences." Chapter Seventy: First Wife Swapping 19 Hearing this, I finally understood the origin of this club. It was entirely due to Ye Ziyan and Su Feng 's whim, or perhaps it was something "someone" had been planning for a long time. Perhaps lost in the past, or perhaps engrossed in her story, Ye Ziyan's attention wasn't on me. Unaware of my thoughts, she continued, "When I heard his proposal, I was strongly opposed and even a little angry because my worst fears had come true. I rejected him several times, but he wouldn't give up. Later, he explained the club's philosophy to me, and we had several in-depth discussions. But for the sake of our marriage, I finally decided to give it a try . Actually, we were already sleeping in separate rooms then, just waiting to get our divorce certificates from the registry office." Even after so long, her tone still held a hint of sadness, as if the pain of that time still lingered in her heart. I wanted to comfort her, but before I could speak, her tone suddenly changed, and she said sweetly, "But it's alright now, our lives are full of sunshine again." Seeing her happy expression, I thought of my wife, and a glimmer of hope arose in my heart. Could our future life return to normal, revitalized? "When I started this club, I made a condition: we could only find couples like you two, never like the ones I saw in Paris. He agreed without hesitation. Initially, we secretly sent out notices, and quite a few people signed up. But later, we realized that many of them weren't the ones we were looking for. So we stopped advertising and just searched slowly. It took several years for this club to reach its current size. From today onwards, our big family also includes you two!" Her voice was filled with joy and satisfaction as she finished speaking.

I could tell she was genuinely happy, like a little girl who had received a long-awaited gift. From what she said, I
could sense she was a woman of deep feeling, and whether it was genuine or not, I was happy to bring her satisfaction.
At that moment, in my heart, she was not only a charming, confident, and elegant woman, but also someone who understood love. She knelt by
the bed to serve me, and I stroked her thighs, gently kneading and caressing them, no longer resisting her sleeping beside me,
even a touch of joy.

Seemingly sensing my signal, she suddenly spread her legs and climbed behind me, straddling my buttocks.
Before I could react, her thumbs pressed down on my lumbar spine, sliding upwards,
stopping about 1.5 inches to the side below the spinous process of the second lumbar vertebra.

Two balls of fire spread from her thumbs, reaching my adrenal glands, burning wildly within me; I felt like I was on a furnace,
my body temperature instantly rising. I struggled, asking in terror, "What are you doing?"

But my struggles were completely useless; she sat firmly on my buttocks, refusing to let go. Still unaware of her evil
intentions, she chuckled lightly, saying, "This is the Shenshu acupoint, a major acupoint on the Kidney Meridian. Regularly pressing it can strengthen
kidney qi and enhance kidney function. I'm doing this for your own good!"

Worried about hurting her, I didn't dare struggle too much, only crying out, "What do you mean 'for my own good'? You're using me as a guinea pig again
! Let go!" She remained unmoved, and the pressure on her hands increased. I quickly couldn't take it anymore, crying and
laughing as I begged for mercy, "I'm going to die! Let go..."

Whether it was because the time was almost up, or because she kindly didn't want to torture me anymore, she
stopped after I shouted. Having been pushed to my physical limit, I didn't know if she would torture me to death if she continued pressing
. Releasing her hand felt like a huge weight had been lifted; I let out a long sigh of relief, my body feeling incredibly comfortable.

But before I could even catch my breath, I felt a dampness on my back. A playful little dragon roamed freely across my back,
a cool sensation reaching my very bones.

I knew it was her fragrant tongue licking me; this time, it truly felt wonderful. After extreme torment came
extreme teetering between hell and heaven. Some say that only by understanding pain can one understand happiness,
and now I truly understand. I closed my eyes, willingly savoring the moment.

Her tongue licked my back incessantly, like a kitten licking milk. A tingling, smooth, numb, and itchy sensation, a multitude of
stimuli , all converged, and I groaned in pleasure.

But her teasing had only just begun. She slowly leaned down, and before I could even realize it, I felt two soft
mounds of flesh pressing between us. Instantly, I understood what she was doing; the taut string in my mind snapped completely,
I could even hear a "crack" as it broke.

Those elastic, playful little devils rolled and spun on my back, her
tongue it. Her movements were gentle, slow, and full of affection.

The desire in my heart burned like a flame doused in gasoline, raging and impossible to extinguish. The teasing,
combined with the stimulation of acupoints, caused my penis to swell
almost instantly . It was uncomfortable on the bed, so I arched my back to try and make it feel better. My buttocks bumped into her wet vulva, and she, of course, understood. She mischievously
slapped my buttocks hard.

With a crisp "smack," I can guarantee a red finger mark was left.

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