[Sinking into the Sea of Desire: A Wife-Swapping Victim's Heartfelt Confession] (01-50) Author: Withered Leaf in the Wind

Author: Wind-blown Dry Leaves
Word Count: 61351

Volume 1: Club

Marriage Crisis, A Mysterious Woman Appears, Gradually Leading Me into an Ocean of Desire.

Chapter 1: Wife

Swapping. Wife swapping is a sensitive, despised, yet intriguing matter.

My name is Xu Lei, and my wife, Yun Juan, is a very beautiful woman. I fell in love with her the first time I saw her.
Four years into our marriage, I still love her as much as I did at the beginning, but love alone is not enough in life.

Leo Tolstoy said that life is not a pleasure, but a very heavy task.

Chernyshevsky also said that life is only empty and
tasteless to those who find it dull and tasteless.

Perhaps we have strayed onto a different path in life. With increasingly fierce market competition and ever-increasing company
demands , whether due to the immense pressure of life or the exhaustion from work,
my relationship with my wife has slowly faded in the past two years.

We still sleep in the same bed, and we're still sure we love each other, but the passion is gone. Even sex
has become purely a matter of physical need, sometimes once every two weeks, sometimes not even once a month, each time feeling
like a perfunctory act.

Although we both keep it to ourselves, I can feel that we're slowly losing something.

I'd heard a lot about wife-swapping before, but I never thought it would happen in my life.

It all started on my wife's 26th birthday, or maybe even earlier, but neither of us
realized it. Life is like that; it changes little by little without you noticing, and by the
time , it's too late.

The night before, I promised my wife I'd spend her birthday with her the next day. But fate had other plans; something unexpected
happened that day. A few days earlier, I received a promotional activity plan, which came in a rush. I worked overtime
to finish it yesterday and submitted it, only to have it suddenly rejected by my team leader. He said the publicity department wasn't satisfied, and the team leader had been scolded by his superiors
.

The team leader was in trouble, and those below him couldn't escape either. As the project team leader, I got
a severe scolding from the team leader. If it weren't needed for tomorrow, the project proposal would have been smashed over my head.

Actually, it wasn't entirely our fault; the time was tight. We received the proposal three days in advance, and it had to
be submitted to . How could we create something perfect with so little time? With only one day left, I reluctantly called on the team members to redo it
. We revised it twice more, got scolded three times, and finally finished it at 11 PM.

We barely managed to submit it, and the team members breathed a sigh of relief, even inviting me out for drinks to relax. I agreed,
only to see over ten missed calls on my phone when I left the office. I was so busy I completely
forgot about my wife's birthday. I rushed home after saying goodbye to my colleagues, arriving at midnight.

The house was dark; all the lights were off. This house is mortgaged by my wife and me; we finally have our own
home.

When I turned on the lights and saw the unopened cake and the cold food on the table, I
felt guilty and deeply sorry for her. Walking back to the room, I saw her curled up on the bed, and all I wanted to do was hold her tightly.
I gently lay down beside her, reaching out to hug her.

She wasn't asleep at all; the moment I touched her, she pushed me away. Her pent-up emotions exploded, and she immediately
accused me of not caring about her, unleashing

a torrent of abuse. I had planned to wait until she woke up to apologize and make amends. But she was consumed by anger
and wouldn't listen to a word I said. After half an hour of explaining, I lost my patience too.
The pent-up also erupted, and we had a huge fight. As a result, I was forced to sleep in the living room all night.

For the next two weeks, she ignored me completely, even rejecting my physical needs, which
infuriated me. Every day when I came home, either she was already asleep, or she was sitting there watching TV, completely ignoring me.

I thought about explaining things and apologizing when she calmed down. Every time I approached her and saw
the wary look in her eyes, a surge of anger welled up inside me. I was her husband of four years, not
a thief breaking into her home. I kept putting off apologizing, and I could sense that if things continued like this, our
marriage might end sooner or later.

Facing this cold and empty home every day, I felt helpless and distressed, not knowing why things had turned out
this way . I still loved her, and I knew she still loved me. I desperately wanted to save our marriage, but I was powerless.

Later, after work, I didn't want to go home, didn't want to face that cold house. I hid in
a bar near my home, drinking until I was almost drunk, then went home and collapsed into bed, trying not to think about anything. The next day, I woke up with
a headache from the hangover and went to work.

It was then, in that bar, that woman who changed my perspective for half my life, led me down this path, and made
me hopelessly addicted to it, quietly appeared beside me.

That was my third day hiding in the bar. The bar was dimly lit, with old-fashioned decor, bearing the marks of time
. An old-fashioned vinyl record played on the bar, the music soothing. Few customers were around, and the bartenders quietly
wiped glasses, as if no one wanted to disturb the atmosphere. Everyone spoke in hushed tones.

The ambiance was romantic, the bar evoking the feeling of autumn leaves falling, dusk approaching, and an elderly person nearing the end of their life.
The atmosphere here was perfect for someone like me who wanted to escape life and find a temporary refuge, so I frequented this place.

I sat there for an hour, drank three beers, and the only consolation was that my alcohol tolerance had increased. Before,
I couldn't even finish one bottle, and two would definitely make me throw up; today, I drank three and only felt a little dizzy.

"Handsome, alone?"

The tone was elegant, not at all abrupt, without any seductive allure, more like a casual passerby
asking for the time. First came the voice, then the faint scent of perfume—not quite perfume, more like the aroma of
sandalwood .

The voice and scent perfectly matched the atmosphere, giving the impression of someone weathered by time.
I had initially assumed she would be a mature woman in her mid-thirties, perhaps thirty-five or six, or even forty. However, when I turned around,
my mind went blank for a few seconds.

Standing beside me was a young woman no more than twenty-six or twenty-seven, with long, wavy hair swept back and draped over her shoulder
. She had delicate, light eyebrows and bright red lips. She wore a black, tight-fitting, high-slit cheongsam, her long legs, encased in sheer
stockings, were faintly visible through the cheongsam's seams. Her black high heels gleamed, making her look like a woman who had just stepped off a
stage .

The cheongsam fit her perfectly, accentuating her curves. A slight upturn at the corners of her mouth revealed a faint smile, and her snow-white
neck was exposed, making her resemble an elegant black swan. Every part of her attracted men's attention. I had never seen a woman
like this before, except on television.

The woman was beautiful and alluring, but I clearly didn't recognize her. Thinking she had mistaken me for someone else, I turned back
to continue drinking.

The woman wasn't angry at my neglect and continued with a faint smile, "You don't mind if I sit here, do you?" Without waiting for
my reply, she sat down on the high stool next to me.

After she sat down, I couldn't help but steal a few more glances at her. She reminded me of a saying, "
Those who attain oneness in the past, Heaven attained oneness and became clear, Earth attained oneness and became tranquil." To describe her, only the words "tranquility" and "peace" came to mind. She lacked
the superficiality of modern city women and the ethereal beauty of wild women; everything was just right, like a glass of aged
red wine, exuding a captivating fragrance.

"Aren't you bored drinking alone?" the woman said, opening a pink clutch with black trim,
taking out a pack of women's cigarettes, and offering me one.

In the dim light of the bar, I saw her slender, long fingers,
which appeared . She didn't have nail polish, but her nails were neatly manicured and shiny. The
silver ring shimmering on her ring finger also caught my eye, and for some reason, I felt a pang of regret.

I rarely smoke, so I shook my head at the woman.

Seeing that I didn't smoke, the woman raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly, seemingly surprised, but quickly put the pack away,
saying self-deprecatingly, "Not smoking is a good thing. I've thought about it, but I just can't quit." She took out a cigarette, held it between
her fingers , and pulled out a women's Imco lighter. Just as she was about to light it, she stopped, looked at me, and asked, "You don't mind if
I smoke, do you?"

The cigarette in her hand was long and thin, with a pure white butt; I couldn't recognize the brand. I felt a sense of joy at being respected when she asked me a question.
I smiled and shook my head.

The woman smiled back, skillfully flicked open the lighter, and parted her red lips to hold the cigarette butt.

This sight made me quickly turn my head away, focusing on my drink. I guess many men who have seen this scene
have dreamed of being that cigarette butt in those red lips.

With a "whoosh," a wisp of light ignited in the dim light, quickly extinguishing after a spark. The spark shimmered, and
the woman took a light puff, moistening her red lips with her tongue before slowly exhaling a thin wisp of smoke.

Her eyes were hazy, and the white smoke exhaled from her red lips seemed to exhale a lifetime of karmic ties. Whether it was the alcohol
or her unbelievable beauty, she seemed so unreal in the smoke, making me feel like I
was in a dream.

"Shall I buy you a drink?" the woman said, flicking the lighter shut with practiced ease, as if she had rehearsed it countless
times.

I was about to say no, but before I could speak, she called to the bartender, "Make this gentleman an
Old Shanghai."

The bartender smiled and nodded, quickly selecting ingredients from the shelf. From her attitude, I could tell she
was a regular, quite familiar with the place.

"Thank you!" I said to the woman, unable to refuse as the bartender was already mixing the drink.

Soon, the bartender brought the prepared cocktail to me in a glass.

I'd never tried cocktails before, and I rarely even drank baijiu (Chinese liquor). Smelling the strong aroma emanating from the glass, I hesitated
, glancing at the beautiful woman beside me.

The woman flicked her cigarette ash, smiled, and gestured, "Try it."

Chapter Two: Seduction.

Beautiful women always have the power to make men lose their minds and be unable to resist. I picked up the glass; the aroma intensified
as I got closer. Just smelling it made me dizzy and nauseous.
The liquid in the glass felt like poison; who knew what would happen after drinking it? I hesitated, wondering whether to drink it or not.

"This drink is made with dark rum, anise liqueur, grenadine syrup, lemon juice, and ice.
It's a bit strong, but I really like the feeling after drinking it. You should try it."

I was a little surprised; she was clearly a connoisseur of wine, rattling off a list of many names I'd only heard of.

She was looking at me, her expression a mix of encouragement and seduction. Men are easily swayed by such allure, so I
gritted my teeth and downed the entire glass. A burning sensation spread rapidly from my throat throughout my body. I stuck out my tongue,
exhaling deeply, feeling as if my throat and stomach were on fire.

She looked surprised that I'd finished it in one gulp, but quickly laughed at my awkwardness.

Making the beautiful woman beside me happy is something every man is willing to do. I must have looked ridiculous, and I must have
felt terrible, but seeing her happy made it all worthwhile.

"I forgot to tell you, you should only take a small sip first, and once your body is used to it, you can fully savor it," she said,
suppressing a laugh, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

I vaguely sensed she was deliberately refusing to say anything. I coughed lightly, trying to release the burning sensation in my throat.

Suddenly, she switched the cigarette to her other hand, gently patting my back to help me catch my breath.

I hadn't expected her to do that. When her soft, delicate hands touched me, I froze for a few seconds.
I could clearly feel the warmth of her hands, like an autumn breeze that could soothe pain, drawing me in irresistibly.
The coughing gradually subsided, but I had a feeling I never wanted to be let go.

Soon after the beer went down my throat, my whole body felt hot, and the alcohol quickly followed, along with the beer I'd drunk,
constantly assaulting my senses. I shook my head, trying to clear my head, but this only made me feel more dizzy,
as if that glass of wine had made the whole world spin.

I gritted my teeth, fighting off my drunkenness, and said, "This liquor is way too strong!"

She took a drag of her cigarette, gently exhaling the smoke. Once the thin mist completely enveloped her, she looked up at the lights shining down and
said, "Shanghai was once a concession area for European and American countries, sometimes called the 'Magic City,' and this cocktail is named after it.
The unique burnt flavor of black rum paired with the sweetness of anise liqueur creates the complex flavor of the Shanghai cocktail. It
's like the image of old Shanghai before the revolution—full of restlessness and unease, yet unforgettable."

She seemed to enjoy hiding in the smoke, elusive, indistinct, and enigmatic, giving one a
dreamlike illusion. I secretly guessed that perhaps this was why she liked smoking.

Her voice was very pleasant; listening to her was a pleasure. I listened quietly, forgetting
the discomfort caused by the alcohol.

"Every country has its own folk remedies for hangovers. The Greeks add some ground coffee to lemon juice..."
To sober up. Yugoslavs eat sauerkraut and kimchi, Brazilians drink strong coffee,
Australians eat pickled herring, Sudanese eat raw beef offal with red chili peppers, and Ghanaians add lots of
pepper to their food. Does anyone think that if you're drunk, why bother waking up?

She rattled off a long list of topics about alcohol, leaving me speechless, as I know nothing
about alcohol. But when she said her last sentence, I saw a faint smile on her lips, a smile
that was both mocking and shouting.

Chapter Three: Temptation

. I don't know if it was the comforting scent of her perfume, her hazy eyes, or her captivating voice,
but there was so much that deeply attracted me. Without realizing it, we started chatting, about everything under the sun, work, society—
we talked about everything. Through our conversation, I discovered she had unique insights into many things and her own experiences.

Later, somehow we started talking about family. Perhaps we felt we clicked, or maybe it was because of that drink;
I can't really say. Anyway, I poured out my troubles and frustrations about my marriage to her. I don't know why it
happened; I'd never told anyone about these things, not even my closest friends or
my wife who sleeps next to me every night.

I clearly remember that after listening to my problems, she didn't offer any comfort or analysis. Instead,
she smiled , gently stubbed out her cigarette, and ordered two more Old Shanghai cocktails from the bartender.

Having learned my lesson last time, I was hesitant to drink the cocktails in front of me. I was worried that if I did,
I wouldn't be able to go home.

She picked up her glass and said, "Come on, let's have a drink together." Seeing my hesitation, before I could even speak, she
interjected, "As a gentleman, refusing a lady's invitation is very impolite."

I was already quite drunk, but after hearing her words, I picked up my glass again. What man could refuse an invitation from
such a beautiful woman?

We gently clinked glasses, the shimmering liquid swirling in the glass, just like my mood at that moment—
floating, unsure whether it was a dream or reality.

"How was it this time?"

It seemed true, as she said, that after my body became familiar with the strength of the drink, it warmed me up, giving me a thoroughly enjoyable
feeling.

"Not bad," I stammered. To be honest, after drinking that glass of wine, my consciousness was already
blurred.

I vaguely saw her bright red lips slightly curved, forming a beautiful arc at the corner of her mouth. I knew
she was smiling; her smile was always just a little bit.

"I know a game that can solve your troubles. Want to try it?" She put down her glass, her eyes hazy
.

I saw that deeply seductive allure in her eyes again and couldn't help but ask, "What game?"

She suddenly leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Wife swapping."

The sandalwood scent from her breath sprayed onto my ear, making me tremble. After hearing her words, my
mind went blank. The image was like a beautiful female demon instilling an
evil thought in your ear, and that thought rushed directly into your brain, releasing endless temptation.

With my last vestiges of consciousness, I pieced together my thoughts, confirming I hadn't misheard. I glanced at her a few times, thinking she was
joking, deliberately teasing me, and pointed at her, laughing.

She offered no explanation for my reaction, simply pulling a business card from her handbag and pushing it towards me, saying,
"You can call this number if needed." She then put away her cigarette case, kissed me on the cheek,
and swayed away. She gave me no chance to react, no opportunity to ask questions.

Watching her retreating figure, I had a strange feeling that she seemed very happy, like a little girl who had received a beloved gift.
Her hazy figure quickly disappeared into the dim light, just as silently as she had arrived.

I was truly and utterly drunk at that moment, staring at the empty corridor, wondering if everything that had happened was a dream. It wasn't
until I turned back and saw the business card left on the table, and the wine glass with a faint lipstick mark, that I was reminded it wasn't a dream.

The scent of sandalwood from her lingering fragrance still lingered around me. I touched the remaining warmth on my cheek, looking towards
the spot where , lost in a daze.

My head was spinning, my mind was hazy, and I couldn't tell if what she said was true or false. I hesitated for a long time, trying to
decide whether to take the business card, but in the end, for some reason, I put it in my pocket when I left the bar. Maybe
I thought she was deliberately lying to me, testing me, or maybe I wanted to see her again. But at that time, I never had any
intention of joining that club or participating in wife-swapping.

Chapter Four: Forced Entry

Later, when I looked at the business card, I learned that the woman's name was Ye Ziyan.

Dragging my drunken body home, my wife was already asleep. Walking into the bedroom and seeing her lying on the bed,
the image of Ye Ziyan actually flashed into my mind.

The alcohol had blurred my consciousness and reduced my self-control. In the bar, I could still control myself from having inappropriate thoughts,
but after returning home, all of this came to mind. This sinful thought made me feel guilty, yet also excited.

Although my wife didn't have Ye Ziyan's temperament, she was in no way inferior in terms of beauty, with an oval face, delicate eyebrows, a pretty nose, and
tightly pursed red lips. Her proud breasts pushed up her silk nightgown high, very upright and full. The blanket slipped down to her waist,
exposing her fair arms and long legs. A corner of her nightgown was pulled up to her thighs; she didn't like wearing underwear
to dark pubic hair was faintly visible through the white nightgown, like a tuft of black
hair, tempting one to explore further.

Her long, beautiful legs, draped outside the blanket, had a rosy glow on their white skin, as if coated with baby oil, attracting
my gaze and igniting my desire.

Whether it was the alcohol or the fact that I hadn't had sex for almost a month, my lower body quickly became aroused. I
hiccuped, loosening my uncomfortable pants. My hand unconsciously moved to her thigh, sliding down her
inner thigh, then slowly sliding down her nightgown to her waist.

My other hand went directly through the nightgown, climbing to her breasts, gently kneading them. Through the silk, I could clearly feel
her delicate skin; my fingers slid, pinching and rubbing the pink flesh back and forth. My breathing became heavier,
and the pressure in my hands gradually increased. I lowered my head and kissed her collarbone, neck, earlobe, and finally her red lips.

Stimulated, she reacted slightly, wriggling gently and letting out soft, dreamlike moans.

While stimulating her, I quickly became aroused myself, my desire soon unfulfilled. Reaching out, I
found her fragrant pubic hair already soaked.

As I caressed her body, I unzipped my pants, then lifted the covers and slowly climbed on top of her. As I parted her
legs, preparing to enter her, she suddenly woke up.

She opened her sleepy eyes, saw it was me, and gasped, pushing me away and pulling down her nightgown to cover herself.

I was burning with lust; the alcohol had rendered me powerless to stop. I pounced on her again,
forcibly pinning her beneath me, reaching for her nightgown.

"Ah! What are you doing?" she cried out, struggling against me.

Her resistance only fueled my desire. I couldn't control myself, forcibly
pressing her hands above her head, pinning her body to the bed, then spreading her legs and thrusting in.

She cried out, twisting her body, trying to break free from my control. But I gave her no chance, using
all my strength to thrust relentlessly, as if to release all my desire, anguish, and helplessness onto her.
It seemed only in this way could my empty body find a sliver of satisfaction.

We struggled like this for two minutes. She gradually ran out of strength and stopped struggling in despair.

My mind was filled only with desire; I didn't notice her change at all. Driven by desire, I continued thrusting
in and out with all my might. The violent impact made the whole bed creak, and the bedside
lamp , also trembled.

Just as things were getting better, and the desire that filled my entire body was about to be released, a sob
came . This sob was like a giant bell ringing in my ears, making them ring, making my soul
tremble, and awakening the reason buried deep within me by desire.

I deflated like a punctured balloon and stopped moving.

Chapter Five:

The sob sobered me up considerably. Looking down, I saw tears on my wife's cheeks, her eyes filled with
anger and helplessness. I immediately went limp, filled with intense guilt. I released my hands that were holding her and reluctantly
withdrew from her body.

Freed from her grasp, she forcefully pushed me away, scurrying to the side as if avoiding a plague, creating
distance .

Seeing her reaction, the nameless rage within me reignited. I rolled off the bed,
furiously smashing the bedside lamp, yelling, "I'm your husband! Why are you acting like
a fucking rapist?!"

The lamp, like a small boat battered by a storm, flew several meters away, shattering with a loud crack, shards scattered everywhere.
The only light in the room went out, plunging into darkness, just like my heart at that moment, and our relationship.

I had never truly lost my temper in front of her before, and this was the first time I had broken something in front of her. Once my eyes adjusted to
the darkness, I saw her curled up in a corner of the bed, like a
wounded .

The guilt gnawed at me even more intensely, leaving me at a loss. I wanted to go and hug her,
to apologize, but as soon as I reached out, she shrank back, her eyes filled with defensiveness and wariness.

I was distressed and angry. Why would she think I would hurt her? The trust between us
had crumbled completely, like two strangers wary of each other. I didn't reach out, but instead
angrily punched the wall. A loud crash echoed, but I felt no pain. I picked up my clothes,
turned, and left the room.

Whether she sensed my distress or my actions that night frightened her, the moment the door closed,
heart-wrenching sobs erupted from inside.

I collapsed against the door, listening to her weeping, unable to go in to comfort her, unable to wipe away her tears.
I could do nothing. I was furious that we had come to this, that we had reached this point. I crouched
down, burying my face in my arms, trying to escape what had happened.

The sobbing continued for a long time that night, until my voice was hoarse. I lay on the sofa, unable to sleep all night.
The mournful weeping lingered in my ears, seeping into my mind. No matter how much I covered my ears,
it was no use . I felt a deep sense of guilt.

For a while afterward, my life became regular and clean again. I went straight home after work, stopped going to
bars , and stopped drinking.

We stopped arguing, and life returned to a superficial calm. I still loved her, and I knew she loved me too. We
both wanted to save this relationship, to try our best to maintain this marriage, which is why we tacitly
pretended that nothing had happened.

But how could I forget the trauma caused by that incident? Perhaps it was just a deliberate, temporary forgetting! But I
felt the distance between our hearts growing ever wider, so far that I couldn't touch it, so far that it felt like we had never been close.

I don't know how much longer we can hold on—a day? Two days? Or a month? Two months? The road ahead is
long. If we continue like this, we will eventually reach our breaking point. When that day comes, it may be
the day we are separated forever.

I don't want to end this relationship, this marriage. Desperate to find a solution and change our situation,

I took her for walks, shopping trips, gave her flowers and gifts, took her to romantic places, had candlelight dinners,
and tried every possible way to surprise her.

Although we seemed happy and sweet together, she would hold my hand and occasionally, when happy
, give me a kiss on the cheek, just like before, I could feel that it was like a thirsty person drinking seawater—
it only made them thirstier, and eventually, they would die of dehydration.

When I was anxiously at a loss, one day I accidentally came across that business card. That business card of the woman who had disappeared from my life like
a dream .

It was jet black, with a bloodstained red rose printed in the center, just like the person who left the card,
exuding endless allure, leaving endless imagination, yet remaining unclear, elusive, and unfathomable.

Chapter Six: Agreeing to go to the club

with that business card, I hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to dial the number.

I was incredibly nervous listening to the dial tone; my heart was pounding in my chest, not just because of Ye Ziyan,
this mysterious woman, but also because of what she had whispered in my ear the other day.

The phone rang three times before being answered. I quickly asked, "Is this Ms. Ye?"

"Mr. Xu, is this you?" Ye Ziyan's pleasant voice came through the phone.

It really was her! I was secretly delighted. When I dialed, I had worried that it might be a fake business card or a
scam, but now it seemed I had been overthinking it. However, my heart was pounding even faster, and my palms were sweating. She accurately…
Hearing my surname made me a little confused, and I asked, "How did you know my surname is Xu?"

"Didn't you tell me yourself during our chat that day?" Ye Ziyan teased. "What, you
forgot so quickly? Or did you forget me too?"

Faced with her sudden coquettish tone, I was overwhelmed. The image of her smiling face, the slight pout at the corners of her lips
, and the kiss mark she left on my face flashed through my mind. I could almost feel the warmth of her red lips on my cheek.
Unconsciously, I touched the spot where she had kissed me, and hurriedly explained, "Oh, of course, of course not. I just
drank a little too much that day, and I can't quite remember what we said."

"Hehe, I was just kidding. Look how nervous you are. I'm not that kind of petty woman," Ye
Ziyan's cheerful laughter came through the phone.

I sighed inwardly, knowing I'd been teased again. During our conversation, she always controlled the atmosphere;
she seemed to have that kind of magic.

Ye Ziyan suddenly said in a wronged tone, "You're only calling now? I've been waiting for you for so long, I was getting
anxious."

"Oh, I've been very busy with work these past few days..." I explained, feeling like a
sinner , only able to keep explaining.

Before I could finish, she interrupted, "I don't care what your reasons are. Making a lady wait
is not the behavior of a gentleman."

"Okay, okay, if we have a chance to meet, I will definitely apologize in person." I could only say politely.

"You said it, I've remembered it!" Ye Ziyan wouldn't let it go.

"No problem." Forced into a corner, I could only promise.

Ye Ziyan suddenly asked playfully, "So how do you plan to apologize?"

"As long as you ask, I'll do whatever I can." I could only stubbornly insist, having no other choice.

"Hehe! Okay! Seeing how sincere you are, I'll let you off this time!" Ye Ziyan's clear laughter rang out,
and the atmosphere eased with her laughter. "Give me back my happiness," she suddenly asked abruptly, "Did
you call to decide on my suggestion?"

Although I had made the decision, at the last minute, I suddenly regretted it, wondering if I had been too impulsive
, especially since my wife didn't even know about it. Not knowing how to answer, I stammered, "Ah, no,
no!" Gathering my thoughts, I said, "I remember you said last time you could help me solve my current predicament, but will it really work?"

Seemingly sensing my hesitation, Ye Ziyan didn't press me, kindly saying, "How about this? There's
a party on Sunday night. If it's inconvenient, you can come alone, take a look, experience it, and then decide, okay?"

"Okay!" I had no other choice but to agree. Luckily, she had come up with a solution; otherwise,
I definitely wouldn't have been able to bring my wife.

Ye Ziyan gave me an address on the phone, telling me to call when I got there, and she would come pick me up. I wrote down the address,
and after she confirmed it was correct, she said, "I'm waiting for your apology! You'd better bring me something to please me, or I won't
forgive you. Bye!" Then, without waiting for my reply, she kissed me on the other end of the phone and hung up.

Chapter Seven: Arriving at the Club

. After hanging up the phone, my palms and armpits were soaked with sweat. I let out a long sigh of relief, feeling like I'd just run four kilometers.

For the next two days, I was restless at work, at home, and even couldn't sleep well.
My mind was constantly preoccupied with this, wondering what I would see and what would happen. In my spare time
, I secretly went online to research wife-swapping. I saw many reports and discussions about the topic, and someone had even been arrested for it—a professor,
no less .

The internet was filled with condemnation, though occasionally there were supporters, but these were a minority and quickly drowned
out by the tide of criticism. All of this deepened my hesitation and unease. I felt really strange then;
there was contradiction, anticipation, and a perverse excitement. I don't know why I felt this way, but that was how I
felt at the time.

Once, my wife almost noticed something was wrong. She asked if I was sick. I could only lie and say that I'd been busy at work and a bit tired. Although she was a little suspicious, thankfully she didn't press the matter. Otherwise, I don't know if I would have told her the truth
under her pressure . Two days passed in a flash, and on Sunday night, I lied to my wife that a colleague at work had something to do, and she didn't ask any further questions. After leaving home, I drove to the location Ye Ziyan had told me about, my heart filled with mixed emotions. After driving for more than twenty minutes, I left the city center and reached the intersection she had told me about on the outskirts of the city. I then called her. When Ye Ziyan heard that I had arrived, I could clearly sense that she was a little excited. She told me to wait at the intersection and that she would come to pick me up soon. After waiting for about five minutes, headlights came on from a side road, and then I heard the sound of an engine. Soon, an Audi appeared in my view. After seeing my car, the car honked twice at me! That was the code Ye Ziyan had given me, saying that if I heard the horn, it was her car. I honked back twice as she had instructed. Although we hadn't met yet, my heart started pounding faster after we connected. I could clearly feel her heart pounding, the vibrations in my chest and pulse. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter involuntarily. Ye Ziyan didn't get out of the car. After receiving my response, she turned and drove back the way she came. I followed behind . I couldn't describe the feeling at that moment, because I had never experienced anything like it before. If I had to use a similar analogy, it would be like the first time I met my wife's parents. My feelings were similar to this, but this time I was more nervous, afraid, and also more expectant . As I drove, I paid attention to my surroundings. It was completely dark, but there were still streetlights illuminating the roadside. Although I couldn't see very far, I could see the area near the road. I saw artificially planted flowers and plants along the roadside, as well as many neatly trimmed trees. It felt like I was entering a villa area. After driving about 800 meters, Ye Ziyan slowed down, turned on her turn signal, and entered a narrower side road. This road was just wide enough for one car to pass through. If a car came out, it could only reverse in one direction. There were dense bushes on both sides After driving for two or three minutes, I finally saw our destination in the headlights of Ye Ziyan's car: a three-story villa. Dozens of cars were parked on the lawn outside the villa; she had parked hers there as well. I followed behind, nervously and anxiously pulling over. I didn't know if I could find the answers I needed here, or if what Ye Ziyan said was true.

This place can solve my wife's and my problems. But at this moment, I understand one thing: I
have a deep curiosity about the world inside that mysterious villa.

Chapter Eight: Wanting to Get in Her

Ye Ziyan's car was turned off, the door opened, and a pair of silver high heels stepped out of the car, easily penetrating one
's heart. Her snow-white jade feet were encased in them, complementing her long, slender, and beautiful legs, arousing wicked
thoughts in one's heart, making one unable to resist the urge to embrace and kiss her .

Just this scene made me feel that this trip to the appointment was not in vain. Even if I couldn't find the answer in that villa,
being able to spend time with her was a happy thing.

Soon, Ye Ziyan came out of the car, but her outfit today made me almost unrecognizable. She had taken off her
retro Chinese cheongsam and changed into a sexy white silk bodycon evening dress. The silk was very thin, almost transparent, and when the wind blew gently, it clung to her body completely, revealing her curves. If you got closer, you could even see
her bra and white lace panties clearly.
Her long, wavy hair was now draped behind her head, and she looked
like a top model from the European and American fashion world.

This style change completely overturned the image I had of her. Shouldn't she be the kind of elusive,
dreamlike woman, someone you wouldn't dare touch? But this outfit, as she wore it, was so perfect.
Under the headlights of my car, she looked like a model walking the runway, smiling and full of confidence.
I didn't have time to recall the image of her that night, because I was already stunned.

The Ye Ziyan standing in front of me now was trendy, no longer melancholic or hazy, but confident, and no longer
so elusive and captivating.

I opened the car door and walked over, almost in a daze.

Seeing my stunned look, Ye Ziyan seemed a little happy, blinking playfully and saying, "Handsome guy, I've been waiting for you
for so long!" As I approached, she smiled and extended her hand.

I imitated the manner of European gentlemen I'd seen in movies, taking her soft hand, bending down, and kissing
the back of her hand. The texture was soft and delicate, like warm jade.

"Did you bring a gift to please me?" Ye Ziyan withdrew her hand, asking with a half-smile.

I handed her a bouquet of fragrant lilies hidden behind my back. I had bought them on the way here. I hesitated for a long time at
the flower shop , considering whether to choose roses, but finally, just to be on the safe side, I chose a bouquet of fragrant lilies.

Ye Ziyan smiled and took the flowers, holding them up and closing her eyes to smell them with a look of intoxication. Her smile slowly widened, and she snorted helplessly,
a little annoyed. "Men only know how to please women by giving flowers, but
what can you do when women all love flowers? This time, I'll barely pass!" After saying that, she took my hand and whispered in my ear, "Let's go! I'll take you
to visit another world."

I didn't expect her to take my hand. I was so excited that I almost didn't know which leg to take. I don't know if it was
intentional , but she was very close to me and deliberately slowed down. As she walked, her breasts kept rubbing against my arm,
making my throat feel hot and my heart itch.

These were things I wouldn't have dared to think about before, not even three minutes ago. The last time we drank together, she felt
unreal , as if she were too far away, completely untouchable. But today
, she felt real, and a sudden desire to sleep with her welled up inside me. As I

slowly approached the villa, stepping into that hall, my thoughts became chaotic.
I didn't know which side to focus on, whether it was my desire for Ye Ziyan or everything that was about to happen inside.

Chapter Nine: The Club's Lewdness 1

The villa was brightly lit. Several long tables had been set up in the middle, laden with various foods and
drinks . Dozens of men and women were gathered around, seemingly playing some game, laughing and
joking.

When I entered the room and saw the scene inside, I was honestly shocked. My initial thought was that two couples
might be exchanging partners, but I didn't expect so many people, like they were having a small party
. I quietly observed that the women present were all quite attractive, and their attire had a refined air.

"Looks like they couldn't wait and have already started," Ye Ziyan said helplessly.

"Are they... all couples?" I asked softly, puzzled.

Ye Ziyan looked at me seriously and said, "Of course. A marriage certificate is a key to this club. You
can't get in if you're not a couple."

I clicked my tongue in amazement. I still couldn't understand why these beautiful and handsome men and women would
willingly gather here. Looking at the group of people gathered in a circle, I asked, "What are they doing?"

Ye Ziyan smiled, her eyes ambiguously, and said, "Playing some little games. They're playing a card game. There are
cards from Ace of Hearts to a dozen or so on that table. Each couple draws one card, and the couple that draws the lowest Ace gets to let the
couple arrange it." After saying that, while I was still surprised, she mysteriously leaned close to my ear and dropped another bombshell, "As long as
it's not real physical contact, any punishment is fine."

Her breath was sweet, and her words were extremely seductive. My ears itched, and my lower body also itched,
almost becoming engorged and swollen.

"Ah! We drew a ten! Who, who lost?" A couple jumped up excitedly.

The other couples who hadn't drawn their cards revealed theirs, and the last couple who hadn't been grimacing or silent
turned over an ace in frustration.

"It's you again, haha! Have you finished your three drinks? If you're done, take off your coats."

"Take them off! Take them off! Take them off!"

The others started cheering, and the losing couple had no choice but to comply. The man took off his suit jacket, and the woman
took off her evening gown, revealing her black lingerie to everyone. The others cheered and applauded.

"What's this?" I asked, wide-eyed and surprised.

"According to the rules of the game, the losing couple has to drink a glass of wine in the first three chances, but
it's not fun if they get drunk. So, the losing couple has to take off their clothes, one piece at a time, until they're down to their last piece
. If they continue to lose, they'll be subject to any punishment the winning couple can impose," Ye Ziyan explained.

I nodded to indicate that I understood. The game and rules were simple, and so far, it had only been a fun game
, not yet to my liking.

"Have a drink! Let's watch them play while we drink," Ye Ziyan said, handing me two glasses of wine.

I took one, and we drank and talked, getting a feel for the atmosphere. The game progressed
quickly ; soon several couples were stripped down to their underwear.

All around were patches of white, tender flesh—large breasts, slender waists, plump hips, long legs—and the women all wore expressions of shyness.
A blush crept across her face , tinged with excitement. The men all lurked with lustful eyes, glancing left and right, and I was no exception,
stealing glances at the women out of the corner of my eye. Another victory was won, and this time the losing couple, husband and wife, were left with only their underwear, no clothes left to take off. The winning couple whispered among themselves; the wife hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded shyly. The husband excitedly said, "Let your husband lick my wife's toes!" The others gasped, their eyes filled with disbelief and excitement. "Hey, no way!" the losing wife protested. "Hurry up! Hurry..." everyone shouted. "Fine! As long as my wife takes off her stockings, my husband will lick them," the losing wife reluctantly agreed. The winning wife didn't hesitate, quickly removing her stockings, revealing her fair toes. The losing husband glanced at his wife, who was powerless to do anything. She could only kneel on the ground, kissing the winning woman 's toes. "Call the mistress," the winning husband called out from the side. "Mistress..." The losing man glanced at me dejectedly, then obediently kissed me and called out three times. Seeing this scene, a surge of heat rushed to my head, and my lower body instantly reacted. Luckily, I was wearing dress pants, so it wasn't very noticeable. The men playing the game weren't so lucky; they all raised their flags in salute, their underwear bulging high. The women around me saw it clearly, and they kept chuckling, secretly guessing the size in their minds. My lower body was swollen and engorged. Not wanting to be too embarrassed, I quietly changed my position, squeezing my legs together. I don't know if Ye Ziyan noticed, but her smile deepened as she watched the game, laughing happily and clapping along with the group. "Haha! Pass! Pass!" After shouting several times, the winning husband laughed with satisfaction. Chapter Ten: The Club's Lewdness 2 "You two, remember this, this revenge will come soon!" the losing wife retorted. "Haha! Use whatever tricks you have, we're not afraid of you!" the winning husband replied smugly. A group of people, noisy and laughing, started a new round. Watching their game, I was still a little reserved, but their enthusiastic atmosphere was definitely infectious. The men didn't show too much lust, and the women didn't seem disgusted ; on the contrary, they were playing with great excitement and enjoyment. The game continued, and after several more rounds, the loser finally turned the tables. When the couple who had lost last time and had to lick each other's toes drew a ten, and saw the winner draw an a, the couple acted like they had won the lottery. They hugged and kissed passionately until the people around them couldn't stand it anymore and pulled them apart. "The day of revenge has finally arrived." The wife who won this time said maliciously, "Bring it on, we're all in this together, it's not like we can't take a beating." The husband continued to be stubborn. His wife quietly tugged at him, but he ignored her and continued, "Tell me! What do you want? Do you want me to lick your toes too, or what?" "Hmph, dream on!" The wife who won smiled and sneered, then said, "Make your wife climb onto the table, my husband is going to fuck her in the back." She hadn't discussed it with her husband, it seemed she had already planned this revenge idea . After hearing this, everyone looked at each other with strange smiles, and finally couldn't help but laugh together. "There's a cause for every effect, I just dealt with your husband, you can't take revenge on the wrong person!" the husband who lost protested. "I don't care, it's your wife who benefited, hurry up." "Hurry up! Hurry up..." the other couples who were watching the show cheered. Helpless, the wife who had just been enjoying licking her toes gave her husband a coquettish glare, and could only shyly and resentfully lie down on the shuffling table. "Go on! You've already licked her toes, what's there to be afraid of?" Seeing her husband hesitate, the winning wife gave him a . The winning husband had no choice but to walk behind the woman lying on the table. Although both of them were still wearing their underwear, seeing this position aroused him, and he got aroused. He pretended , holding the woman's waist with both hands, and pretended to thrust back and forth. "Make your wife moan and say, 'Master, please forgive me! I'll never dare to do it again!'" the winning wife added. "Hey, isn't this a bit much revenge?" the losing husband said, feeling a little sorry for her. "I don't care! Hurry up! Otherwise, it doesn't count as passing." Now I finally understood the true meaning of the saying, "When women go crazy, they're crazier than men." Everyone laughed happily at the couple pretending to thrust on the table. I wanted to laugh too, but standing next to , I tried my best to hold back. "Ugh! Master, please forgive me! I'll never do it again!" Completely dragged down by her husband, she suffered this undeserved misfortune. The woman who lost this time had no choice but to comply; otherwise, she wouldn't pass the test, and she didn't know how long she'd have to lie on the table. "No, no, the moaning needs to be more intense. I don't believe you moan like that when you're enjoying yourself in bed." The winning woman refused to give up easily. "Haha!" Everyone else laughed, clapping and whistling encouragingly. "Ugh! Master, please forgive me! I'll never do it again! Ugh! Master, please forgive me! I'll never do it again!" To pass the test quickly, the woman lying on the table could only close her eyes and shyly moan . Whether it was from being too immersed or from the encouragement of the crowd stimulating unusual emotions, her cheeks quickly turned red, and her moans gradually became more intense. Slowly, it sounded like she was really having sex, and she started breathing lightly. Her moans , which were initially clearly perfunctory, became ambiguous, making it impossible to tell if they were fake or genuine excitement. The woman's cries aroused everyone, most directly from the man behind her, who was thrusting incessantly. Although he hadn't entered her body, his erect penis, which was straining against her panties, involuntarily moved from its initial tentative touch to sliding between her closed legs, attempting to find some satisfaction to extinguish the rising lust within him. Chapter Eleven: The Club's Lewdness 3 The woman lying on the table was only wearing lace panties and a bra; she could clearly feel the heat of his erect penis sliding between her legs, the sensation of it rubbing against her thighs—all of which intensely stimulated her sensitive nerves. Her panties were quickly wet; she wondered if the man behind her had noticed. Thinking about this made her feel even more ashamed, but also even more aroused. She closed her legs, unconsciously squeezing them together, trying to find some comfort in this.

Feeling the woman's response, the man's Adam's apple bobbed, and he exerted himself even more, his movements becoming much more vigorous. His lower body
was erect, almost piercing his underwear, to increase friction and gain pleasure; the table even began to shake.
Although he hadn't penetrated the woman's body, the image had already surfaced in his mind.

Their actions not only stimulated themselves but also those around them. The men watching were all thirsty and
erect, while the women's cheeks were flushed, completely absorbed in the spectacle. Everyone stared blankly at the two, forgetting to cheer.

"Hey, that's enough!" Just as everyone was lost in their own world, the woman's husband, who had lost his way, shouted.

"Hehe, brilliant! Pass, pass!" The wife of the winner also snapped out of her daze and clapped in agreement.

The two, who had been slumped over the table, finally came to their senses. The man hurriedly released the woman, leaving a wet patch on the top of his underwear.

The woman's face was flushed, as if she had just stepped out of a steamer; her whole body was limp, and she was almost unsteady on her feet, but fortunately, her
husband caught her in time.

The husband who won ignored the onlookers' schadenfreude and impatiently
pulled .

"Haha!!!" Everyone pointed at the two of them and burst into laughter.

The woman also looked at her husband, her eyes filled with tears, her underwear already soaked.

Ye Ziyan and I stood not far away; she kept clapping and cheering for the group. I felt like an outsider, watching their game
from afar . I could feel their joy and excitement, and I understood their game—it was somewhat
daring, but not as obscene as I had imagined. At least I didn't see any naked people entangled together
.

"There are indeed some clubs abroad, just like you imagine,"
Ye Ziyan suddenly whispered in my ear, as if she could read my mind.

"Really?" I was surprised.

"Really, I've seen them," Ye Ziyan said in a strange tone.

I stared at her, wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Hehe! Why are you looking at me like that? We didn't join! We're just curiously observing," Ye
Ziyan She continued, "Those clubs focus on physical intimacy, but we can't do that here. We have to follow the customs.
We're more about feelings. A group of us can play some ambiguous little games, but we can't actually have that kind of scene."

I didn't doubt Ye Ziyan's words because she spoke seriously, and I had seen it with my own eyes. When I came here, I
had set a rule for myself: if the scene was like that, I wouldn't bring my wife, and I certainly
wouldn't participate myself.

But now the situation had changed slightly. A strange thought popped into my head: if my wife were here,
could she let loose, have so much fun, and go crazy with them? Suddenly, I had an urge to bring my wife to see it and experience
it for herself.

"Come with me?" Ye Ziyan suddenly whispered in my ear as I was lost in thought.

I snapped back to reality, watching Ye Ziyan's back as she walked away in her high heels, her thin evening gown clinging to her body, swaying
from side to side with her movements, like a superstar about to step out of a fashion show and greet countless flashing lights. I didn't know
where she was taking me, but I didn't ask and followed behind her.

Chapter Twelve: The Club's Lewdness 4

Ye Ziyan led me upstairs and into a room decorated in a very romantic style. The room was a bit dim,
with only a few purple lights shining in the four corners. Purple is an alluring color; it's most likely to intoxicate people and arouse
desire.

As soon as we entered the room, Ye Ziyan gently closed the door, leaving only the two of us in the room. I vaguely sensed
an unusual atmosphere and asked suspiciously, "Why did you bring me here?"

"Aren't you uncomfortable like this?" Ye Ziyan said playfully, looking at my lower body.

I looked down at my bulging pants; it turned out she had noticed earlier and, after watching the performance, was still
aroused . I wished I could find a hole to crawl into and escape her sight as quickly as possible.

"There's no need to feel embarrassed. It's a normal physiological phenomenon for men. If it didn't, you
should be worried," Ye Ziyan said, her eyes fixed on my erection, a half-smile on her face, as if she were looking at
a toy that piqued her curiosity.

I could only smile awkwardly, unable to answer. I couldn't very well say, "Yes, you're right, it should be
erect right now!

" "Let me help you!" Ye Ziyan said, moving closer.

"No, no!" I understood what she meant and reached out to stop her. To be honest, I was
incredibly conflicted at that moment. A man's desires are hard to explain, but I genuinely had an urge to sleep with her.
Such a beautiful and elegant woman—what man wouldn't want to possess her, conquer her, and make her submit to him,
especially when she offered herself up?

But my love and responsibility for my wife—that final shackle—held me firmly, constantly reminding me that
I couldn't do such a thing behind her back.

"Don't worry, we won't do anything! We'll just help you with your physical needs, so it won't be a betrayal of your wife
or a breach of your loyalty," Ye Ziyan said, her voice suddenly slowing and her tone ambiguous.

She was an incredibly intelligent woman, easily seeing through my concerns. Her words were like
a key that unlocked a lock, simultaneously loosening a crack in my body and soul. At that moment, she was like a
female demon wielding a sharp sword, piercing through my protective armor and reaching the deepest desires within me.

I was struggling in a sea of desire, unsure whether to refuse or compromise, when Ye Ziyan suddenly gave a gentle
command, "Look at me!"

My thoughts were in turmoil, and I unconsciously looked into her eyes. Instantly, I was mesmerized by her
alluring , unable to look away. My mind went blank, unable to think anymore. When I tried to look away
, she had already pulled down the strap of her evening gown, revealing her snow-white arms, once again firmly attracting my gaze.

A long silk dress billowed down before my eyes, like a white cloud drifting down to block out the sun,
revealing an endlessly alluring view behind it.

Her jade-like neck exuded fragrance, her collarbones alluring; the little devil within the white silk veil seemed restless, eager to
break free. Her waist and abdomen moved with supple grace, yet appeared firm, the kind of sturdiness that comes from regular exercise,
without a trace of muscle, maintaining an undiminished feminine suppleness.

A pair of white lace panties barely covered her crotch, adding an irresistible allure; the contrast of black and white
was mesmerizing. It was clear she maintained a firm, lifted buttocks with beautiful curves, her thighs rounded and long without an ounce of
excess fat. She was like a meticulously sculpted work of art, flawless.

My throat was dry, and I swallowed hard.

Chapter Thirteen: The Club's Lewdness 5

Seeing my wide-eyed, unblinking, dazed expression, Ye Ziyan was delighted. A small
, seductive smile curved her lips. She didn't seem to intend to stop there. Meeting my burning gaze, she slowly reached her hand
behind her back.

I realized what she was about to do and stared intently at her, afraid to miss a single detail. The cloth, like
a red veil on a new bride's head, slowly slid down, making me anxious yet powerless.

My anxiety didn't escape Ye Ziyan's notice. Her smile deepened, her bright red lips parted slightly,
like a slowly blooming red rose, telling of tonight's allure. Finally, the
bud , and she gently released her grip on the fabric. The bra, trailing its thin strings, slid down, taking with it
my last remaining sanity.

I can only describe Ye Ziyan's breasts as "firm and upright." Even without the support of a bra, they didn't
shift at all. Her firm skin held those little devils firmly in place, their pink nipples radiating a
rosy glow.

She didn't remove her last layer of protection, seemingly deliberately leaving me to fantasize. She slowly approached, step by step.
Although she didn't say a word, her eyes told me too much.

I could clearly feel my breathing quicken and my body temperature rise, as if I was about to suffocate. I nervously stepped back, and she
looked at me firmly, her eyes filled with encouragement and seduction, just like when she had made me drink that glass of wine.

I retreated to the wall, with nowhere to go. She walked over, and even as she moved, the little devils hanging on her chest
showed no sign of sagging. Instead, they bounced up and down as if someone were patting them, tempting anyone who saw them
to want to touch them.

The purple light shone from behind her, and from my perspective, she was pure white, like a polished piece
of mutton-fat jade, crystal clear and exquisitely beautiful.

After she approached, I couldn't bear to look directly at her body and quickly looked away. I was afraid I would
lose control and roughly push her to the ground, doing *that*.

But her next move almost made me faint. She moved closer and suddenly grabbed my already swollen
genitals. My blood pressure rushed to my head, my mind buzzed, and my breathing quickened.

She gripped my genitals, immobilizing me. I looked at her helplessly, wondering what she would do.
Before I could understand, she suddenly tightened her grip, and pain shot through me. I winced and let out a soft groan. But strangely
, the pain was mixed with an unprecedented pleasure and stimulation; my groan contained a hint of comfortable moaning.

Being with her felt like the power was always in her hands, which left me feeling helpless and annoyed, yet
powerless to change it. She gently stroked my face with her other hand, turning my head so I could look into her
eyes .

Her gaze was mesmerizing. Her hand slid down my face to my neck, then to my chest and abdomen. With each touch,
I trembled. Finally, it reached my waistband and slowly unbuckled my belt. My pants, like
her clothes, slipped to the ground, my underwear exposed and bulging.

This embarrassing situation made me feel a little ashamed, but she looked at me and smiled with interest. Her
fingers touched my abdominal skin, sending a chill through me. I tried to stop her with my last shred of reason.
She looked at me and gently shook her head. I completely succumbed, loosening my grip on her hand. She stubbornly pulled down my
underwear.

Chapter Fourteen: The Club's Lewdness 6

The already engorged silver spear was exposed to the air. Ye Ziyan smiled as if she had discovered a new continent, reaching out to
gently touch it with her fingers. I trembled all over. Seeing my reaction excited her, like a mischievous little girl playing with a new
toy , deliberately touching me lightly to savor my response.

During this, she lightly bit her red lips, her eyes fixed on me without blinking, a teasing glint
in her eyes, as if trying to memorize every reaction until I could barely stand it.

She quickly reverted to her usual alluring self, slowly reaching out to grasp me completely. I instantly felt as if I were under
a spell, my whole body tensing, staring at her in terror.
The warmth of her fingers against my delicate skin made my already burning penis feel even hotter.

She looked back at me, gently stroking me, and under my gaze, slowly squatted down. She kept her head tilted back,
looking at me with burning eyes, radiating endless temptation. Under my gaze, she extended her fragrant tongue and lightly licked her moist
lips .

I grunted, swallowing hard, my whole body burning, my lower body throbbing unbearably, desperately
seeking an outlet. Faced with her allure, I had nowhere to escape. At that moment, I was willing to do anything for her.

Meeting my eager gaze, she smiled gently, soothing my restless emotions with her eyes. Then, she slowly opened
her mouth and swallowed it all.

A mouthful of warm liquid instantly transported me to a hot spring, my whole body feeling relaxed, the burning heat finally finding some
release. My body tensed, then I frowned slightly, letting out a comfortable groan.

She rhythmically shook her head, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body. From my
angle , she was kneeling beneath me in silver high heels, the purple light illuminating her smooth, white back, mesmerizing
. Her high, pert buttocks rose and fell with her movements. Her breasts, like little devils, playfully bounced, tempting
my hands.

The surroundings were eerily quiet; besides my heartbeat, I could hear soft, smacking sounds.

After squatting for a while, her legs probably went numb. To make herself more comfortable, she used her hands to support my thighs and knelt on the carpet,
between my legs. Seeing her action, my mind went blank, and I almost ejaculated. It felt like
being in my mother's arms, or like a fire lit in the cold snow—a mix of sensations washed over me .
My heart, intoxicated by desire, finally found solace.

During this time, she kept looking up at me, her eyes filled with endless longing. Her silver high heels,
encasing , shimmered with a seductive light as she swayed.

My breathing quickened, and my fingers unconsciously clenched. She saw all of this.
She shifted her hand from my thighs to the inside of my thighs, her thumb suddenly digging into my flesh. Pain,
mixed with a strange pleasure, rushed into my brain, sending me soaring to the heavens, then plummeting to the clouds.

My body, burning with desire, finally found an outlet; my body tensed more and more, and my breathing
became heavier.

She frowned slightly, as if in pain yet also enjoying it, her eyes half-closed, filled with hunger and
longing , like a woman parched for years, her desires unfulfilled.

In my eyes and in my understanding, she was always a distant, unattainable woman. I
never imagined she would show me such a look, such an expression.
The combination of elegance and desire, intellect and wildness drew me in, from which I could never escape.

Chapter Fifteen: The Club's Lewdness 7.

Faced with Ye Ziyan's stimulation, my body grew hotter and hotter, my whole body tensed, and my breathing became heavier. She
understood what was about to happen, revealing a soft, demanding look in her eyes, suddenly increasing the force of her suction.

The acupressure on my inner thighs, combined with a powerful suction, made me feel like I was in the eye of a hurricane, being
torn apart by that powerful suction. The pain mixed with pleasure caused me to spasm slightly. Unable to endure it any longer, my whole body
heated up, I clenched my fists, and like a bursting river, I gushed forth.

To my surprise, she didn't try to pull away, still swallowing it all. With each
thrust, I saw her seem to be struck hard, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. I became even more excited and ejaculated several more
times . With each ejaculation, she instinctively tried to dodge, and soon her cheeks puffed up.

Finally, all the ammunition was used up, and my body slowly went limp. I gasped for breath, my mind blank, devoid of any thought. Only

after confirming that I hadn't ejaculated did she slowly withdraw, spitting the liquid into her mouth right in front of me,
then sucking it clean a few times. This action made my body, which had just softened
, tense up again, almost triggering another ejaculation.

After cleaning up the battlefield, she pulled out a tissue from the side to wipe her mouth, asking slyly, "Haven't you done it in a long time?
So much, I almost couldn't contain it and swallowed it."

I felt embarrassed, smiled apologetically, feeling a pang of pity and a twisted pleasure after committing a wrong.

After what had just happened, her cheeks were flushed. She pulled out a tissue and knelt down beneath me to wipe me as well.
I stood there, still immersed in the intense pleasure, completely unresponsive, savoring the afterglow. Seeing I
still hadn't reacted, she pursed her lips and pinched me as if punishing me.

The pain brought me back to my senses, and I clutched my lower body, groaning, "You want to ruin me?!"

"Would you? You seemed to be enjoying yourself just now!" she said with a half-smile, as if seeing my embarrassed expression
made her happy. She threw away the tissue, stood in front of me, looked into my eyes, and asked, "Tell me honestly! How did
it feel ?"

"Still in heaven!" I swallowed hard, answering honestly. I truly felt like I was still in a daze,
the tingling sensation still lingering throughout my body.

"Hehe!" Receiving my confirmation, she laughed happily, like a little girl praised by her parents.
She bent down to pull up my underwear and then pulled down my pants.

I stopped her, saying, "I can do it myself!"

"What? You're already complaining about me right after we finished?" She curled her lips and frowned.

"No, no, it's just that you've already done so much for me! Let me do this little thing myself!"
I said慌张地.

She stood in front of me, patiently listening to my anxious explanation, and then chuckled after I finished, "Just
kidding !"

Knowing I'd been tricked again, I was annoyed, but not angry at being played.
What man could bear to be angry with such a beautiful and charming woman? I bent down to pull up my pants, and could only lower my head, using the act of tying my waistband to hide
my embarrassment.

She also picked up the white lace bra that had fallen to the ground, watching me slowly put it on. Those mischievous little
devils, though unwilling, were helplessly stuffed back into those two pieces of white cloth. Seeing a hint of reluctance in my eyes
, the charming little curve of her lips curled up again.

I suddenly became curious about Ye Ziyan's husband. I wondered what kind of man could face
a woman like her every day and still remain composed, and I couldn't understand why he would let her out.

Chapter Sixteen: The Club's Lewdness 8

No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't find the answer. With a wife like Ye Ziyan—perfect in every way
—in , shouldn't she be kept at home all day, pampered like a treasure, and cherished like a precious darling?
Unable to understand, I could only give up. Perhaps they had their own story!

Ye Ziyan, unaware of my wild thoughts, quickly put on her sheer evening gown and transformed back into the confident,
radiant woman she once was. Looking at her beauty, I still couldn't quite believe it. I hadn't done anything for her; what had I done
to deserve her kneeling before me, willingly doing those things for me?

Suddenly, I felt like I'd struck gold, hit by a windfall. I wondered if I should
buy a hundred lottery tickets; maybe I could get lucky and become a billionaire the next day.

"What are you grinning about? You're practically drooling!" Ye Ziyan suddenly spoke, interrupting my daydream.

I snapped out of it and stammered, "No, nothing!" Seeing her clearly distrustful look, I honestly said,
"I just feel incredible, like I'm so lucky."

Ye Ziyan understood what I meant. She chuckled and shook her head, then walked towards the bathroom, saying, "I'm going to rinse my mouth!"

Listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom, I stood in the room, idly looking around at the decor. The interior
was quite nice, much better than my own home. The furniture and lighting were very romantic, like it
was designed specifically for lovers. There were two abstract paintings hanging on the wall.

One looked like a rose that had fallen in the rain and was beginning to rot. The other was a nude woman.
The woman was small in every other way except for her disproportionately large breasts, almost as big as her whole body. I
don't have much of an artistic sense, so I couldn't figure out what it was trying to express.

"I saw this while traveling, thought it was nice, and bought it!" Ye Ziyan's voice suddenly sounded behind me.

I was so engrossed in the painting that I didn't hear her come out of the restroom. Turning around, I saw her standing behind me, gazing at the painting
on the wall , one hand resting on her hip, the other supporting a cigarette—that familiar white women's cigarette—again
in her slender fingers.

Looking at her, I suddenly realized that sometimes women who smoke have a certain charm. I gestured to the painting and asked,
"What does this mean?"

Ye Ziyan took a drag of her cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke, saying, "The artist said the painting depicts a
woman . She was nine months pregnant, had just given birth, only to discover that her husband, unable to bear the loneliness of those nine months, had fallen into
the arms of another woman. She was left with nothing but her body." She shrugged and added, "Is it a satire on certain people?"

Feeling the topic was a bit heavy, I opened the door and suggested, "Let's go downstairs!"

Ye Ziyan didn't object.

I stood by the door and gestured for her to go.

She smiled, without any hesitation, and walked out with the haughtiness of a princess. Her high heels clicked on
the wooden floor of the hallway, each step seeming to pierce the heart.

As we went downstairs, I asked curiously, "Whose place is this?"

"It's all ours! It's a secret spot for gatherings! Nobody lives here!" Ye Ziyan replied
.

I nodded in understanding. After going downstairs, the villa was already empty, leaving only Ye Ziyan and me.

As if she had already guessed, Ye Ziyan showed no surprise. She walked to the table, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to me, saying,
"Want a drink?"

"Where did they go?" I asked, taking the glass.

"They went to find some fun!" Ye Ziyan said mysteriously, her eyes ambiguously.

I instantly understood and awkwardly didn't ask any more questions.

Chapter Seventeen: My Wife Notices 1

Seeing me fall silent, Ye Ziyan laughed and brought out a plate of desserts, suggesting, "Bring up that fruit platter, let's go
sit outside for a while!"

After our earlier contact, the distance between us seemed to suddenly shrink considerably. I picked up the fruit platter and followed her. We
went outside, sat on the lawn, drank wine, looked at the stars, and chatted casually in the tranquil night
.

We seemed to get along very well, sharing similar views on many things. She listened attentively to my work
troubles , occasionally even defending me and complaining along with me. I also listened with great interest to
the strange people and events she encountered during her travels. The conversation was relaxed and joyful, punctuated by laughter and incredulous exclamations.

After a few drinks, Ye Ziyan and I were both slightly tipsy. Seemingly infected by the atmosphere, she suddenly took off
her high heels , grabbed her wine glass, and began to dance barefoot on the grass, lost in her own world.

dappled moonlight filtered through the trees, illuminating her figure. Her long hair danced in the breeze, the liquid in her glass swirling,
and her white silk dress accentuated her perfect figure, the hem billowing as she twirled, making her look like a fairy dancing under the moon.

I was so captivated by her beauty that I forgot to drink and even the apple offered to my lips. I don't know how much time passed,
but a cold wind swept in, and when I came to my senses, it was almost eleven o'clock. Remembering my wife waiting at home, I hurriedly said
goodbye.

She understandingly didn't stop me, clinked glasses with me, and we finished the rest of our drinks.
She wiped her mouth and said, "Don't keep me waiting too long!"

I understood what she meant, and a pang of reluctance welled up inside me, but thinking of my wife at home, I didn't dare
answer . I nodded and quickly fled to my car, escaping this intoxicating place.

Leaving the villa, the dreamlike feeling vanished, and I returned to reality. Although Ye Ziyan said
a lot, and I was completely caught up in the moment, I still felt guilty afterward, feeling like
I had let my wife down.

I opened the car window, letting the cold wind blow in, trying to calm myself down and forget everything that had just happened.
But it was all in vain. Even after I got home, the image of Ye Ziyan kneeling between my legs,
using .

I was a little afraid to face my wife, and hesitated at the door for almost five minutes before finally patting
my face, mustering the courage to open the door, and praying that she was already asleep.

But fate always likes to play tricks on people. As soon as I stepped inside, I heard my wife's voice from inside, "You're back!"

"Yeah!" I pretended to be nonchalant as I changed my shoes, avoiding her gaze.

"Have you been drinking?" my wife suddenly asked.

"Ah! Oh! Yeah! A few colleagues from work, I couldn't refuse, but I only had a little." I was
startled and hurriedly explained.

My wife came closer and helped me take off my coat. She casually asked, "What did you two talk about? It's
so late!"

"Nothing much, just the report our team is working on for tomorrow's company meeting," I replied casually
.

"Oh!" My wife nodded, not pressing further, seemingly believing me.

However, I saw a hint of suspicion in her eyes, and my heart pounded. Afraid she would ask more questions,
I fled to the bathroom, making an excuse, "I drank a little and I'm sweaty! I'm going to take a shower!"

Chapter 18: My Wife Notices 2

Hiding in the bathroom, I thought I had escaped unscathed, but after showering, I realized
I had forgotten .

Feeling guilty and worried about arousing my wife's suspicion, I didn't dare ask her for help. Just as I was anxiously considering whether to
change go out, I heard my wife's voice from outside the door, "I left your pajamas by the door!"

"Oh! I'm going to soak for a while longer. You should go to sleep! Don't wait for me!" I replied, feeling guilty and afraid
my wife would notice something amiss. The more concerned she was, the more guilty I felt, feeling I had let her down.

Hearing my wife's footsteps leave, I breathed a sigh of relief. I planned to go over after she fell asleep, so I deliberately soaked in the water
for half an hour, until the tub of hot water had cooled down.

Returning to the bedroom in my pajamas, my wife was already asleep. Afraid of waking her, I slowly pulled back the covers and
quietly slipped under them, looking like a petty thief breaking into a house. My heart was pounding
no slower than when I went to that villa.

I lay down peacefully, and my wife didn't react. Just when I thought everything was alright and felt relieved, she suddenly
leaned closer to me and said, "Hold me!"

I broke out in a cold sweat and almost screamed. Calming myself, I did as she said and rolled over to hug
her from behind. Although I pretended to be calm, I was actually incredibly nervous and anxious.

We've been relatively peaceful these past few days, and while we appear affectionate when we're together, we're still somewhat estranged. We sleep
back-to-back, and sometimes she even deliberately avoids me, refusing to touch me. Her sudden, unusual
behavior is making me nervous. Does she really know something, or has she sensed something? This thought makes me even more
uneasy.

But I quickly dismiss it. I just got back from Ye Ziyan's place; she couldn't possibly know so quickly. Perhaps she
just sensed something.

Just as I was lost in thought, my wife snuggled closer to me and said, "Hold me tighter!"

My heart nearly leaped out of my chest. Although she didn't ask or say anything, I could sense that she
might truly have that woman's sixth sense, sensing something from me.

I desperately wanted to hide outside, to keep my distance so she wouldn't discover anything more. But I had
a guilty , so I dared not run away; otherwise, I would be giving myself away. I could only tighten my grip on her arms as she had instructed.

Time ticked by, and I didn't dare breathe. I could hear my wife's soft breathing
and our heartbeats.

"Husband!" my wife suddenly called out.

"Ah!" I jumped in fright, my nervousness kicking in, and answered loudly. As soon as I spoke, I knew I was in trouble,
cursing myself for being so weak and impatient.

Strangely, my wife showed no suspicion or questioning, as if nothing had happened. She softly asked,
"Do you think we'll ever be apart?"

Knowing that my wife was just deliberately ignoring it, I felt even more distressed, feeling guilty towards her. But I didn't have the courage
to tell her what had happened tonight. I prepared myself before gently whispering, "What are you talking about! We'll be
together forever!"

Although I couldn't see my wife's expression, I knew she smiled. I was already holding her very tightly, there was no room
left , but she still snuggled closer, as if trying to squeeze into my heart.

Just as I was silently scolding myself, she suddenly asked again, "Do you still love me?"

Chapter Nineteen: Wife Notices 3.

Without hesitation, I answered my wife's question, "Of course, I will always love you!" I then tenderly
stroked her hair.

Actually, I felt very guilty, but strangely, I didn't regret it—an emotion I would never have felt before.
I was a little scared and a little lost. Was it really Ye Ziyan's charm that was too great, or had I really changed?

Hearing my affirmative answer, I wondered if my wife believed me. She snuggled closer to me again, her buttocks
intentionally or unintentionally pressing against my groin.

Only two thin pieces of cloth separated us, and I could clearly feel the cleft of her buttocks, my erection pressing against the middle.
I guessed she could feel my member too. Normally, faced with my wife's stimulation, I would have been fully
aroused and erect, but to my dismay, whether it was due to excessive exertion tonight, lack of "ammunition," or
mental exhaustion, my penis, which usually springs to life with the slightest stimulation, was now limp and unresponsive.

I was annoyed, but helpless. My wife lay in my arms, silent. I held her tightly,
but couldn't fall asleep. My mind kept wandering between Ye Ziyan and my wife in my arms, filled with self-reproach—a constant internal
conflict.

Listening to her even breathing and heartbeat, smelling the fragrance of her hair, I couldn't drift off.
I struggled for a long time, finally falling into a hazy sleep around three or four in the morning.

Having slept poorly that night, when I woke up the next morning, my wife had already prepared breakfast for me. In recent days, she
had always left my portion on the table, eaten it herself, and then gone to work; I never expected her to wait for me today. Faced with her sudden
change in behavior, I became even more certain that she might have guessed something. I was on pins and needles, nervously finishing breakfast before fleeing
the house.

I was distracted at work all day, my mind filled with fear, guilt, and a jumble of emotions. But when I
returned home, trembling, my wife had prepared a table full of my favorite dishes, waiting for me. This touched me, but
also made me more suspicious. I was constantly on edge, afraid she would suddenly ask if I had another
woman , because I knew I would say no, but I knew it was a lie, and she knew it too
.

For the next few days, I had to be on high alert every time I came home to my wife, leaving me exhausted and
distracted. This affected my work, and I was scolded by my superiors several times. But my wife remained kind to me, helping
me tie my tie before work, waiting for me to go to work together, cooking my favorite dishes after work, and occasionally waiting for
me at the company gate.

A week passed, and nothing happened, which gradually dispelled my doubts. I could only comfort myself by
thinking I was overthinking things, but deep down I knew it was just self-deception. She was simply
making a final effort for our marriage.

These past few days, my wife had been incredibly kind to me, something I'd never done before, making me feel flattered. But
the kinder she was, the more I felt guilty. I tried to stop thinking about Ye Ziyan, though I would occasionally drift into her
thoughts, but I would immediately remind myself to shift my focus.

Another week passed, and that day was our fifth anniversary.

My wife called early to ask if I needed to work overtime, and I said no. She said she'd bought groceries and told me to come home
early . I understood what she meant, but I felt guilty that my wife had been so busy these past few days. Actually
, I'd planned to surprise her a few days ago. I told her I'd booked a restaurant and asked her to dress
up we could eat out together after work. She was delighted and immediately agreed.

Hearing her laughter made me feel a little better.

Chapter Twenty: The Flames of Love 1

After work, I rushed home. My wife was almost ready. She was wearing the light
pink, tight-fitting dress I'd given her. It was short and flowy, only reaching just below her thighs. She'd always thought
it was too revealing and never worn it out.

In this short dress, my wife looked incredibly sexy. Her full breasts, slender waist, slightly upturned hips, and
long, white legs were perfectly outlined. Coupled with a pair of playful, cute pink high heels, she
looked youthful and radiant, not at all like a wife married for several years, but more like a young girl fresh out of school.

My heart fluttered, and I hugged her from behind as she touched up her makeup in front of the mirror. She slapped away my
hands that were wandering across her chest and urged me to change quickly. As I left, I couldn't resist giving her pert buttocks a squeeze, and she gasped, almost
throwing her lipstick at me.

Today was our big day, and I dressed smartly. On the drive to the restaurant, I
kept glancing at my wife out of the corner of my eye. She seemed to notice my lingering gaze, but didn't say anything, and seemed quite
enjoying it.

I had booked a romantic restaurant; soft, sweet music and warm pink
lighting seemed to perfectly complement my wife's meticulous preparations for us.

Upon entering the restaurant, my wife attracted a lot of attention. Even the waiters couldn't help but steal
glances at her. I felt many men casting envious looks at me, women giving me jealous looks, and
men groaning and complaining after being scolded.

I felt a surge of pride, but also a bit annoyed. A man's pride can be so inexplicable sometimes.
You want other men to know you have a beautiful wife, but you can't stand their unabashed stares.

Your wife seemed to enjoy the atmosphere; unusually, she abandoned her reserve,
behaving accepting the admiring and envious glances around her.

This restaurant was quite famous; I booked a good table three days in advance—a prominent central spot.
I ordered a candlelight dinner and opened a bottle of red wine.

We had a wonderful time that night, our conversation was delightful, and it felt like we were back in our courtship days,
which excited us both. Later, I even had a musician play a love song, and everyone else in the restaurant
looked at us.

Your wife wore a sweet smile, her face flushed with excitement, but her eyes glistened with tears.
I was also quite emotional and asked her why she was crying. She said it was because she was happy.

Deep down, I could understand her feelings a little. We had worked so hard for so many years, deeply loving
each other, but our love now felt like a rotten log bridge, on the verge of collapse.
My eyes welled up with tears, but I held them back. After

dinner, we went for a walk in the park where we used to date, reminiscing about our happy times.
But gradually, I felt a pang of sadness, as if this were a farewell ritual before separation.

I didn't want this atmosphere to linger, so I immediately pulled my wife home. I wanted to use passionate kisses, our bodies, our
passion to rekindle our increasingly cold feelings and marriage.

Once the door was closed, I embraced her and kissed her passionately. She responded frantically, and we greedily drank the warm nectar from each other's
mouths , seeking a moment of tenderness.

My hands roamed quickly over her back, hips, and chest, trying to ignite a fiery spark. Her hands
responded by scratching my back relentlessly, her nails digging into my flesh, leaving deep scratches.

Chapter Twenty-One: The Flames of Love 2

Not content with merely scratching through her clothes, I lifted my wife's skirt and slipped my hands inside,
exploring carefully as if there were treasures within. My emotions were intense, and I couldn't control my strength. I pinched and twisted her slender waist,
feeling the pain. She tried to escape by twisting her waist, like a slippery water snake, but no matter how she tried to run, she
couldn't escape my grasp. As I sucked, she retaliated by lightly biting my lips and pinching my shoulders and arms hard.

The flames of love and desire burned simultaneously, igniting not only our bodies but also scorching our souls.

We breathed heavily, trying every possible way to stimulate each other. I kneaded my wife's smooth thighs forcefully until
she felt pain and began to pull away. I held her thighs with both hands, lifted her up, and pressed her against the door, kissing her passionately.

My wife hugged my neck tightly, responding passionately. Our tongues intertwined, exchanging sweet nectar. My kisses
rained down on her, from her forehead, cheeks, and lips to her jade-like neck. She tilted her head back, enjoying everything with abandon.

I put her down, pressed her against the door, and sucked on her earlobe. My hand slowly slid down to her inner thigh,
rubbing against the edge of her panties, the pressure increasing. Her white lace panties were repeatedly lifted by me, bouncing back onto
her vulva , and I would occasionally slip my fingers inside to rub it.

She twisted her waist with my rhythm, panting, biting her lip to stifle a sound, her brow furrowed slightly,
seemingly enduring great discomfort.

I mischievously teased her, increasing the pressure of my hand. Soon, soft moans filled the air, and
my hand, through her panties, felt a warm, wet sensation.

My wife, lost in her desire, twisted her hips, trying to create more friction with my fingers and gain
more pleasure. She was burning with desire, and I quickly couldn't resist either, starting to peel off her skirt as I continued. I had

a little trick up my sleeve when I bought this skirt; it was easy to take off, and in some situations, I did
n't even need to remove it—just lift it up and pull down her panties to get what I wanted. I unzipped the back of her skirt, pulling it down to
the floor.

The view beneath was once again revealed; her two little devils bounced joyfully as the skirt tugged at them
. If it weren't for her bra, they would have been even more lively.

My wife, lost in desire, was completely unaware, or perhaps she was aware but didn't stop me.

Even after countless viewings, a beautiful woman's body never tires; it's as if they hold secrets men can
never fully explore. My wife's body possessed this magic, captivating me again and again, always
revealing something new.

I already knew the secrets of my wife's body: she was ticklish. Licking her earlobes while exhaling warm breath to stimulate
her sensitive neck and ears would cause her to flinch and retreat. As I attacked her sensitive areas,
one hand continued stimulating my lower body, while the other unhooked her bra, reaching for her breasts.

Whether it was from being too engrossed or from a long period of abstinence, my wife was also burning with desire; she even began to undress me
, unbuckling my belt. She used to be passive and very shy. It might
be hard to believe , but in all the years we'd been married, we'd never taken a bath together. Even during sex, she'd ask the lights
to be off and try her best to suppress her moans.

This sudden change in her caused an instant arousal in my lower body. She sensed my change, her hand accidentally
touching my bulging underwear. She blushed and looked at me, quickly pulling her hand back.

She didn't know that these actions were even more lethal to a man. I exploded instantly, almost
bursting . If she hadn't been wearing panties, I would have been unable to resist thrusting in with them still on.

Chapter Twenty-Two:

The Burning Desire 3 Burning with desire, I roughly ripped off my wife's bra and threw it on the ground. Those little
devils instantly appeared before my eyes.

My wife has always been passive and shy during sex, and I can only be gentle. Our lovemaking is like
a gentle spring drizzle, never the passionate, tumultuous act of galloping horses. Faced with my sudden roughness, my wife
was clearly surprised.

I was already consumed by desire and had no time to notice my wife's reaction. One hand kneaded her nipple, pinching
the pink bud, while the other reached for the last piece of cloth covering her.

Just as I was about to touch it, my wife suddenly grabbed my hand. I looked at her, puzzled.
I saw desire in her eyes too, but her gaze told me we couldn't do it here, gesturing for us to go to the bed.

I couldn't understand how she could still restrain herself at this point. I was burning with
lust and didn't care about anything else; besides, I felt it would be more romantic here.

I instantly pulled my hand away from her, yanked the last piece of cloth down to her knees, and then, without even taking off my shirt…
I pulled down my underwear. My pent-up desire, like a
dragon finally freed from its cage after years of imprisonment, eager to vent its rage.

I lifted my wife's thighs and placed her against the door. My erection leaped and thrashed, as if
searching for a deep pool to explore. I controlled the head, aiming for the pool's edge, but my wife wouldn't cooperate. She
twisted her hips, dodging my attacks, refusing to let me have my way.

Having learned my lesson, I dared not force myself on her. I looked up at her, my eyes filled with anxiety and longing.
Her desire was clearly visible, but she still insisted on going to the bed. We faced off for a few seconds, and finally,
I had no choice but to stand firm, sighing inwardly, and carrying her to the bedroom.

For some reason, back in the bedroom, my desire wasn't as strong as it had been initially. I pressed myself against her,
ready to rekindle the passion. But she was different. She seemed to be stuck in the same mood as before. I only kneaded and sucked a few
times, and she couldn't take it anymore. Her whole body went limp, and she coiled around me like an octopus.

She didn't like things to be too intense, so I could only be gentle, kissing her face, stroking her hair, and slowly caressing her,
hoping to warm her up and get a more passionate response from her. But her enthusiasm remained very low
. Although she would respond to me, it was only with a few movements, at most just holding me tightly and stroking my
back .

To me, her cooperation seemed more like fulfilling an obligation. My passionate teasing always elicited only
a bland response from her. Although this made me feel a little down, the desire inside me was still burning. I had to release it,
or it would drive me crazy.

I reluctantly took up my weapon and plunged into that already murky pool. My wife closed her eyes, not daring to look at
me. I was driven in and out by desire, but I couldn't get any pleasure from it. Her moans were suppressed to the point of being
negligible.

In this struggle, I gradually realized that our problem was still unresolved. We had exhausted ourselves,
gone around in circles, only to find

ourselves back where we started. Even while making love with my wife, my mind was wandering to other things. I suddenly felt
ridiculous ; I wanted to call it pathetic, but that word seemed too unfair to my wife.

Halfway through, I suddenly lost interest, and the intoxicating image of Ye Ziyan uncontrollably surfaced in my mind
. Angered at my own infidelity, I withdrew from her and sat up on the edge of the bed. Chapter

Twenty-Three: Taking My Wife to the Club 1

"What's wrong?" my wife asked, bewildered.

"Nothing!" I forced a smile, but my lower body was painfully swollen, so I made an excuse, saying, "I need to use
the restroom ."

As I fled into the restroom, the passionate night with Ye Ziyan kept replaying in my mind—her kneeling before me, her face full
of longing , trying every means to seduce me, serving me. I couldn't help but stroke my silver spear, sliding
it back and forth. Less than two minutes later, I shuddered and ejaculated. This time, it landed in the toilet, but I still imagined it was
in Ye Ziyan's warm mouth.

The feeling of soaring to the clouds quickly subsided, and guilt welled up afterward. Afraid my wife would notice, I flushed myself with
hot water . After cleaning up, I returned to the bed.

My wife suddenly looked at me and asked, "Am I causing you a lot of trouble?"

"No, I'm just a little tired today. Go to sleep!" I said, snuggling into the covers to comfort her. Actually, I
knew this wasn't entirely my wife's fault; I also bore a lot of responsibility. Besides, I had already done something wrong to her.
Although it wasn't exactly betrayal, I did feel guilty.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" my wife asked, staring into my eyes.

My heart skipped a beat, but I pretended to be clueless and said, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Do you really think I can't see it, can't feel it?" my wife asked, sitting up abruptly.

"Let's not argue, it'll only make things worse!" I sat down beside her, trying to soothe her.

"I know, I understand, you don't want to break up either, but what's the use? I've tried everything I can think of
, everything I can try, what do you suggest we do?" Tears welled up in my wife's eyes again.

I was speechless. I knew all too well, and I wanted to solve it too. If there had been a solution, I would have done it already
.

"Say something! Are we just going to force ourselves to smile every day until one of us can't take it anymore?"
My wife shook my shoulder.

I felt helpless too, unsure how to comfort her. Actually, I was almost
losing control of . I understood her pain because I had experienced the same pain. I had tried, I had thought, but
nothing worked.

Just when we were both on the verge of collapse, I remembered someone, that enigmatic, captivating woman,
and the words she had told me. I didn't know if it would help, but right now I felt like a drowning person grasping at
the last straw.

I looked at my wife and said, "A friend told me about a method."

"What method?" A hint of joy flickered in my wife's tearful eyes.

"I don't know if it will
work would slap me, call me a pervert, kick me out of the room, or fly into a rage,
hastening the breakdown of our relationship.

"Tell me quickly!" My wife, still unaware of what I wanted to say, urged anxiously.

After a long pause, I blurted out, "Wife swapping!"

"Wh-what?" My wife's eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief.

I was sure she heard me clearly, but hadn't quite grasped it yet, or perhaps she didn't believe the method I described—this was
it ! Or maybe she just couldn't believe I could say such a thing. Seeing her reaction, my heart was pounding in
my throat. If this happened a few more times, I worried I might develop arrhythmia and heart disease.

I could only repeat myself to confirm, "Have you heard of wife swapping?"

Chapter Twenty-Four: Taking My Wife to the Club 2

I mustered my courage and repeated myself, unsure of the outcome. I sat beside my wife, like a criminal in
the dock awaiting sentencing. Whether she would ultimately choose to betray ethics and morality and take the risk, or
silently await the breakdown of their marriage and permanent separation, all depended on her choice at this moment.

My wife looked at me with surprise and confusion, as if she didn't recognize me.

I hurriedly explained, "I just heard about it from a friend. He told me that joining that club might
be helpful. We don't have to join; let's go check it out together first."

My wife was deep in thought, whether she was considering the truth of my words or hesitating, I couldn't say for sure. But at that moment
, I felt like we were terminally ill people blindly seeking treatment, willing to try anything with even the slightest hope.
We hadn't received a result yet, but to my relief, she hadn't at least given me a good scolding. After thinking for a while, my wife
gradually calmed down, and she suddenly asked, "Could we just go see a doctor?"

"Yes!" I nodded.

My wife clenched her fingers, gritted her teeth, and said as if she had made a huge decision, "Then let's go see a doctor."

She actually agreed so calmly, which completely surprised me. I couldn't explain why, and I didn't have the courage to ask her
now . I could only speculate that perhaps she, like me,
didn't want to lose each other, even at the cost of everything, and was willing to try anything to maintain this marriage!

She actually agreed so calmly, which completely surprised me. I couldn't explain why, and I didn't have the courage to ask her
now . I could only speculate in my heart that perhaps she, like me,
didn't want to lose each other even at the cost of everything, and was willing to try anything to maintain the marriage.

My feelings at the time were complicated; I couldn't say I was happy, nor could I say I was disappointed. I was surprisingly calm,
as if she had only agreed to a trivial suggestion. My mind was in turmoil, unable to think too much.
I whispered, "I'll ask tomorrow when there's a gathering."

My wife nodded, and I held her. We lay back in bed, each lost in our own thoughts.

That night, we both suffered from insomnia. Many things swirled in my mind. I didn't know what my wife was thinking,
or what would happen that day. I was sure she had many things she couldn't understand either!

...

The next day, I called Ye Ziyan. Her voice was still so charming. She scolded me for not
calling for so long, then teased me for a while before getting to the point when I was about to lose my temper. When she heard that I was
taking to the club, she was even happier than I was, constantly saying that my wife would definitely like it and that I shouldn't worry.

She told me the gathering wasn't until next Saturday and asked me to come earlier next time. After I agreed, she said she
knew the way well and wouldn't pick me up this time, telling me to drive directly to the villa, and then hung up.

When I got home, I told my wife I'd contacted my friends and given her the time we'd arranged. She was clearly very nervous. I
could only comfort her, telling her not to think too much about it, that it was just a visit. Actually, I was very nervous myself, wondering if
my wife would be angry when she saw it.

In the days that followed, I was almost on the verge of a mental breakdown. Whenever my wife was with me, she would constantly ask me about wife-swapping
. I knew she was nervous; actually, I was just like her, only seeing the tip of the iceberg,
completely unfamiliar with everything else.

In the two days leading up to Saturday, my wife couldn't sleep, and I suffered from insomnia along with her. Sometimes she
would regret agreeing too readily and would weakly ask if she could not go. I could only patiently
comfort her; besides telling her not to be nervous, I didn't know what else to say.

The agreed-upon night arrived. That day, I told my wife to dress up nicely, but she was so nervous she couldn't even do her makeup properly. She
kept drawing crooked eyebrows and applying lipstick outside the corners of her mouth, taking over an hour to finally get it done.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Taking My Wife to the Club 3

I drove my wife to the outskirts of the city. Seeing the car turn onto a side road, she seemed to sense we were almost there. She tugged at my
hand and said, "Can we not go today? Can we do it another day?"

My wife had been very nervous the whole way, which I understood. I patted her hand and said, "It's okay, we're already here. Just
consider it a visit. If you think it's inappropriate, we'll leave immediately!"

Having come this far, my wife knew there was no turning back, so she fell silent.

Following my memory, I drove the car, turning left and right on the side streets, until finally I saw the villa from last time.

Nothing had changed. The villa was brightly lit. Hearing the sound of my car engine, Ye Ziyan was waiting at
the door with a wine glass.

I turned off the car and got out first. I opened the car door for my wife, took her hand, and welcomed her out.
Seeing her trembling violently with nervousness, I squeezed her hand encouragingly and gave her a reassuring look.

My wife took a deep breath, forced a smile, and took my hand, walking towards the villa entrance.

From afar, I saw Ye Ziyan standing at the door. Today, she was wearing a fiery red off-shoulder dress and long
ruby earrings that swayed, reflecting a dazzling light. She looked stunning and alluring today, like
a burning flame, radiating passion and drawing people closer.

"Welcome!" Ye Ziyan greeted me with a bright smile. This time, she didn't offer me her hand, and I
tactfully shook her hand lightly.

I introduced her, "This is my wife, Song Yunjuan!" Then I gestured to Ye Ziyan, saying, "This is Ye Ziyan,
Miss Ye !"

"Hello, Miss Song!" Ye Ziyan smiled and extended her hand.

Ye Ziyan was very enthusiastic, and the atmosphere was harmonious, but to my utter surprise, my wife, who was usually
so friendly , completely ignored Ye Ziyan's outstretched hand. She stared intently at Ye Ziyan, scrutinizing her from head to toe,
as if trying to see right through her.

The awkward silence lasted for five seconds. They were fine, but I, caught in the middle, couldn't stand it. I subtly
touched my wife's waist with our hands linked together.

"Hello!" my wife managed a weak smile and extended her hand.

"Really? I've never heard him mention that!" my wife said, glancing at me.

Sensing something amiss, I wisely remained silent. "Let's not talk about that, let's go in! They must be getting impatient. My friends and I were so excited

when Mr. Xu told us you were coming, " Ye Ziyan said, leading the way. "I only recently found out he has you guys as friends, otherwise I would have come to visit long ago!" my wife replied . I didn't interrupt, and the two women chatted as they entered the hall. The scene was different . The lights were dimmed, music was playing, and couples, all wearing masks that covered half their faces, were drinking and chatting animatedly. "They said they're having a mask party today! These are for you." Ye Ziyan walked to the table, picked up two masks, and handed them to my wife and me. "Don't worry! There's nothing special going on, just some drinks and conversation. Wearing masks adds a bit of mystery! Isn't that fun?" Ye Ziyan said. My wife turned to look at me, signaling with her eyes for me to make a decision. I didn't know what to do either. Seeing my wife's hesitant expression, I didn't want to put her in a difficult position.

Ye Ziyan suddenly laughed, "Hehe, I didn't know Mr. Xu's wife was so shy! She
's too shy to even play this little game?"

My heart skipped a beat. I never expected the usually elegant Ye Ziyan to say something like that.

Even more unexpectedly, my wife casually took the mask and said, "Who says I'm too shy! I'll
play and see what tricks you have!"

I almost froze. I didn't know if Ye Ziyan was too clever, easily finding my wife's weakness, or if
my wife just too nervous and flustered today. I never expected my usually composed wife to fall for it. Such an obvious provocation
would normally be easily deflected by her.

All the women in the room wore red masks, and the men wore black ones for easy identification. My wife and I also put on
masks, similar to the ones Bruce Lee wore in *The Green Hornet*, covering the forehead and above the nose,
leaving the area below the lips exposed. Whether it was intentional or not, we couldn't see the faces of the people in the room, but we could
see their alluring red lips opening and closing.

Ye Ziyan turned off the music, picked up the microphone, and introduced my wife and me. The couples present applauded to welcome us,
and some men kept whistling.

After glancing at my wife and me, Ye Ziyan said with interest, "Mr. Xu and Ms. Song are here for the first time,
so they're a little reserved. Ladies and gentlemen, please be gentle and don't scare this young couple!"

"Alright then! Let's begin tonight's party!" Ye Ziyan said, putting down the microphone and turning on the music.

Everyone began to celebrate. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a masked man walk out from behind and passionately kiss Ye
Ziyan . The man was very strong; he easily pulled Ye Ziyan into his arms, and they kissed for
several seconds before letting go. I guessed he might be Ye Ziyan's husband. I felt a little disappointed and a little jealous,
and I really wanted to see what the man looked like.

"Come on, everyone, raise your glasses and let's have a toast to warm up the atmosphere!" someone said, pushing out a cart full of glasses.

The couples in the room all gathered around, each holding a glass. My wife and I could only follow suit and raise our glasses as well. I
saw Ye Ziyan and that man embracing each other as they blended into the group.

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