My cousin played wife-swapping with me (Author: Unknown)

In Chapter One, "The Arrow on the String,"

my interest in "wife swapping" stemmed from watching an AV film about it (I've forgotten the name, but it's irrelevant; there are just too many of these). On a whim, I searched for it on Baidu. Baidu provided many definitions, explanations, and introductions to "wife swapping." One article stated: "Wife swapping is the exchange of partners to satisfy sexual desires. This game is quite common in Europe and America, and due to the influence of Western thought, 'wife swappers' have gradually spread in China.

Although wife swapping violates social morality and ethics, it's difficult to impose corresponding restrictions or punishments under the law." It also said: "Wife swapping should be called partner swapping. In civilized society, neither gender should be regarded as an appendage of the other. If it's treated as an object for exchange, that's a crime." Initially, I agreed with these statements, but after careful consideration, I felt they were somewhat one-sided and inappropriate.

For example, "Wife swapping is the exchange of partners to satisfy sexual desires"—whose sexual desire is being satisfied? Is it unilateral satisfaction or mutual satisfaction? In reality, for a beautiful married woman to satisfy her sexual desires, if she can't get what she wants from her husband, she can easily find a way outside without even having to "hook fingers"—it's easier than buying an evening newspaper. For a man like me, satisfying his sexual desires doesn't require "exchanging" his wife, as long as he's willing to spend some time and effort.

But then I realized I was being too narrow-minded, especially after reading in another article that "mostly middle-aged couples participate, but some young couples also do." I understood the helplessness of these couples—although they are wealthy, the women have mostly lost the "capital" for "hooking fingers," and the men are no longer as vigorous as before. When the passion of love transforms into "familial affection," they "care" for each other under "visual fatigue," using "exchange" to obtain the sexual satisfaction they can't get from each other.

However, among the many opinions, I strongly agree with the statement that "wife-swapping should be called partner-swapping." We really can't treat our wives as commodities to be exchanged. Exchanging goods is buying and selling, and buying and selling must be for profit. Profit-driven transactions are "prostitution," which is illegal and criminal! However, if we define it as "partner swapping," it's different. "Spouse" is the formal term for "husband and wife," a respectable term, and husband and wife are each other's spouses; neither is an appendage of the other. Therefore, "swapping" in this way is not a transaction, and without a transaction, there is no profit motive. "Swapping" without a profit motive is at most "violation of social morality and ethics."

However, "social morality and ethics" are also changing their "standards" with the times. For example, there used to be the term "illegal cohabitation," but it's no longer used; previously, having sex with someone who is not a spouse was called "stealing," but now it's no longer "stealing," but rather a romanticized "one-night stand"... Don't you see how many young people these days don't cohabitate first, then fall in love, and then get married? Do people still criticize and condemn them? How many young couples don't have a "one-night stand"? If you don't, people say you're incompetent.

This is what they call "originally there was no road, but as more people walked on it, it became a road," but those who walk first will definitely pay the price. Speaking of which, I really think Associate Professor Ma from XX University is unfairly treated. He doesn't even have a "partner" (a sexual partner), so what is he going to use to exchange partners? An organization, and in his own home! Isn't he playing "empty-handed" games, starting from scratch, and maximizing profits? I really don't know how he got to the position of associate professor. I'm not saying all this for nothing; practice needs theoretical guidance. We need to understand things clearly and distinguish the "zero line." Since a "one-night stand" is acceptable, isn't "partner swapping" just two "partners" having a "one-night stand" simultaneously?

The key point is that they "know each other" and that multiple people cannot have a "one-night stand" in the same room! Once I understood these points, I had a grasp of the "borderline," and you could say I had a technical standard for handling things. However, there is one thing I must clarify: my initial intention for "partner swapping" was definitely not to satisfy my sexual desires—let's call it "wife swapping" to avoid making my fellow horny friends feel awkward. Everyone says that I'm the only one who doesn't go against the crowd, but in my heart, I don't agree with "wife swapping," I only agree with "partner swapping."

Because there is a fundamental difference—I am handsome, eloquent, humorous, generous, and well-mannered. To describe myself using a classic line from the movie "Flirting Scholar"—"People say I'm as handsome as Pan An, a little lecherous worm who surpasses even Pan An in looks," I may not "surpass" Pan An, but I am "similar" to him. Besides, I am not a "pear blossom" with white hair, and my partner is not a "crabapple" with tenderness; both are in their prime. I am also the "male confidant" of several "female confidantes." My initial intention for trying "wife swapping" stems from a "higher level of love" for my wife.

My wife was a virgin before we got married, and I was her only boyfriend. She's not unattractive; she was one of the top ten beauties in our school back then, and many boys pursued her, but she only had eyes for me, her "potential stock." Over the years, I've "kindly concealed" her "romantic affairs" outside, but she still blushes when talking to strange men. My wife's cousin says she's "secretly passionate." If I don't help her seize the last moments of her youth, give her a chance to "broaden her horizons," and let her see the exciting world beyond her husband, I feel sorry for her.

I love my wife very much; you could say I sometimes love her more than myself. But compared to that, I still can't compare to how much she loves me. Her love for me is truly boundless, especially now that we're approaching middle age, our love has evolved into a deep familial bond—a kind of love that most people experiencing their first love can't understand. I was young once too—I had a "strange feeling" (precocious) at seven, and my "first time" at thirteen (by chance). In my early twenties, early in my marriage, our record was a passionate eleven times in one night (the last few counted as penetration). But these seemingly intense and exciting moments were like the sloshing of a half-empty bucket. Only couples whose love has evolved into familial affection can speak volumes in silence. The surface may appear calm, but their mutual love is like the unseen, turbulent depths of the Bermuda Triangle.

I often tell people that I have two closest women: my mother, who gave me life; and my wife, who gave me peace. "A stable home life while having affairs outside"—it's truly difficult to find a wife who is both generous and deeply loves her husband and family. Therefore, I often think: if she has even the slightest desire to "broaden her horizons," I will do my best to create opportunities for her and personally take her to see how wonderful the outside world is.

Fellow wolves, please don't think I'm a "pervert" or a man looking to be cuckolded. A certain psychologist (my biggest weakness and strength is that I don't like rote memorization, which means I remember more details in my brain; for more precise information, just Google it) once said, "There are no people in the world who are not afraid of death, only times when they are not afraid of death." It is precisely because of such times that people like Wen Tianxiang are remembered for their virtues. I'll echo that here: "There are no men in the world who are not afraid of being cuckolded, only times when they are not afraid of being cuckolded." And that's when I say, "As long as she has even the slightest desire to 'broaden her horizons,' I will do my best to create opportunities for her and personally take her to see how wonderful the outside world is." This is my true initial motivation for wife-swapping.

Some of you might not believe it, but I'm the kind of person who seems fearless but is actually quite stupid. But I can only tell you, it's true. I'd do anything for my wife, as long as she's willing and happy. Even though she knows I'm a pervert, she turns a blind eye and doesn't say much about it—I interpret her tolerance and forbearance as two words: "She loves me!" For a wife like that, how could I not do something a little silly to satisfy her? Besides, it's not like I'm just "exchanging" her as a "puppet" without "exchanging" her for a "puppet.

" Even a prime minister's overseas trips are about "reciprocity," so I'm not losing out! Driven by this "original intention," since the beginning of last summer, I have been working intensively to change my wife's mindset... Whenever it's late at night and my wife comes back from "building the Great Wall" (a metaphor for working on a construction project), after taking a bath and changing into her nightgown, I "force" her to sit with me in front of the computer to watch porn for a while. And these pornographic films are all ones that I secretly selected for her behind her back, including content such as "incest between married women" and "swapping between husband and wife."

When I watch her, I always hold her in my arms, kissing and caressing her. Sometimes I even fondle her full breasts and tease her vulva. It usually doesn't take long for her vulva to become full of juices, and then I pull out my already erect penis, slowly insert it, and make love to her. I whisper in her ear how much I love her and tirelessly teach her various sexual techniques. Although my wife is very traditional, she's slowly changing after being exposed to so much. She's gradually accepted many sexual positions, but she's clumsy and shy, so she can't quite get the more difficult ones right. She used to have two "forbidden zones" that she wouldn't let me do: oral sex and anal sex.

Later, after much venting and persistent nagging, saying things like, "To love someone is to love all of them..." "Your 'little sister' often plays with my 'little brother' in her mouth, and you only occasionally put your 'little brother' in your mouth. How can you say it's dirty? You know, the little sister is the most hygienic," she said. "There's a Taiwanese variety show where female guests talk about 'the way of husband and wife.' Those female guests said that during foreplay, they like to give their husbands oral sex the most. When their husbands' 'little brother' gradually gets bigger and harder in their mouths, they feel a strong sense of accomplishment..." and so on.

Finally, my wife's mouth was won over by my "soft and hard" coaxing. She gave me oral sex a few times, but each time it only lasted a minute or two. She would complain that I wasn't clean enough, or that my pubic hair was too much and a bit "sawy," or she would say that her mouth hurt. My penis was originally hard, but every time she made a fuss like this, it would make me very "sad." I

'm not the kind of man who needs oral sex to get hard. Seeing how "painful" she was every time, I stopped forcing her. It's my personality not to force the person I love to do something they don't like. Although she later took the initiative to give me oral sex a few times, it was really a poor imitation. It would have been better if she hadn't done it at all. My other women were all experts in this area, so I simply gave up on the idea of my wife giving me oral sex.

As for anal sex, she finally gave in to me and let me try it once. That time, I first warmed up her vagina with a rear-entry position, making her vagina wet and aroused. Then I dipped my finger in olive oil and slowly inserted it into her anus, moving it back and forth. I had only inserted one knuckle when her anus tightly gripped my finger, almost unable to move. I kept telling my wife to "relax, relax," but she couldn't relax. Seeing that she wouldn't relax, I simply told her to push out like she was having a "defecation." Ha, pushing out was more effective than relaxing. In no time, my middle finger was fully inserted.

After I went all the way in, I started to move around in circles, slowly "painting" the muscles in my wife's anus to relax them and relieve her tension. I even pulled my middle finger out, dipped it in olive oil, and then inserted it again. The moment I pulled it out, I felt my wife's body tremble a few times. When I asked her, she said, quite embarrassed, that when I pulled it out, she felt as ashamed as if she had lost control of her bowels!

Later, I noticed that my wife's anus had become much more relaxed, and the outside of her anus was shiny with excess olive oil. So I applied some olive oil to the head of my penis and gently pressed it against her shiny anus. I kept telling her to relax and to push outwards, slowly pushing for a long time until the head of my penis finally entered her anus. But at that moment, my wife cried out, "No...don't go in, it hurts so much, it feels like my anus is torn...ah!" I looked down and saw that there really did look like some "virgin blood" on the outside of my penis. I was shocked. I pulled out my penis and saw that, thankfully, it wasn't an anal fissure, but rather the bean-sized external hemorrhoid on my wife's anus that was bleeding.

That attempt at anal sex ended abruptly. Later, I tried my best to persuade my wife to have hemorrhoid removal surgery, but she refused. I figured out her mentality; she must have felt that the hemorrhoid was the guardian of her anus. If it weren't for that annoying hemorrhoid, I would have succeeded in "developing" her anus. Because I had been very successful in "developing" my wife, I felt that it was only a matter of time before I could "develop" her to "expand her horizons to the wonderful world outside."

However, I underestimated the "length" of this process. The development of "this project" started almost simultaneously with the development of "other projects," and while the other projects were almost all successful, I hadn't made any substantial progress on this one. Whenever I told her that I was willing to let her go out and broaden her horizons if she wanted to, she would get angry and sad and say, "I can tolerate and forgive you for whatever you do outside and what you expect me to do at home, because we are husband and wife, and you are my only husband. Don't take advantage of my unwillingness to divorce to force me to go out and fool around with you... If you keep saying these things, are you trying to drive me to my death?!" Her resolute attitude terrified me!

I know my wife's character well; she's a woman of her word. She may seem weak, but she's strong-willed. She has her own moral bottom line regarding sex: "A good woman doesn't marry twice" and "Only have sex with her husband." In the third year of our marriage, I had an affair with a female doctor, Sister Yuan. When my wife found out, she pulled me back from the brink of divorce and never told anyone about my past infidelity. Although my wife is much more open now, accepting many sexual positions and no longer saying porn is disgusting (she prefers aesthetically pleasing and milder films),

sometimes she might seem "crazy," but that's all within her "bottom line." After all, who hasn't "indulged"? Even the greatest saint, if judged solely by a single moment during sex, is no different from a rogue! If we were to call them "lecherous men" or "sluts" based on this, wouldn't we be making a huge mistake by a hair's breadth? My wife is just that kind of woman. She reminds me of a saying: "Some people cherish what they have, while others don't." We men all want to broaden our horizons by exploring the exciting world outside, but she not only doesn't want to, she also forbids me from mentioning it. I'm completely dumbfounded!

I'm dumbfounded not only because my efforts to change my wife's mindset have been in vain, but mainly because I deeply regret my impulsive and carefree act a few months ago. Here's what happened... A few months ago, after searching extensively on Baidu for information about "wife swapping," coupled with my love for my wife and feeling sorry for her, I started searching for related websites online. I finally found one, but upon entering, I found that I had to register and upload relevant information; otherwise, I couldn't see the "core content."

It's my fault for being so rash and underestimating the difficulty of persuading my wife. Being a rather honest person, I uploaded the information truthfully. However, the photos of my wife and me were taken by a webcam and weren't very clear. She hasn't liked taking photos for many years, so I had to make do with that one. For a long time, nothing substantial happened. Although I witnessed the "experiences" and "insights" of some "pioneers," I wasn't particularly interested because they were far removed from my original intentions. There were

some events during this period, but I was too busy and couldn't go alone, so I didn't participate. Later, some men tried to "chat" with me, but their appearance and language skills were so poor that they couldn't even pass my test, and I quickly rejected them—because my initial intention was for my wife, so my criteria were focused on men. What kind of woman the other man was didn't matter to me; for my wife, I wouldn't hesitate to sleep with a woman I didn't even like. I also shared some opinions and views on chat and forums, but most men disagreed. This game was still dominated by men, so I stopped discussing it and posting anything, and my desire to "swap" gradually faded.

Unexpectedly, not long ago, a man messaged me, saying he had read my post and agreed with it. We added each other as friends and started chatting when we had free time. Later, we started video chatting—I usually don't video chat with my family or my wife because I'm always online at home and don't want to disturb them—the man was quite handsome (a pale-faced scholar), younger than me, and coincidentally, he was also there to check on things for his wife! He said they had been married for over six years, and he felt he was starting to feel sexually inadequate.

At first, I thought he had been having too many affairs outside and couldn't "finish his homework" at home. He swore he had never had a one-night stand, feeling that doing so would be unfair to his wife—damn, he's much better than me in that respect—but later I analyzed it for him, and this "lack of energy" might mainly be due to visual fatigue, work pressure, and poor physical strength. I advised him to exercise more.

Perhaps "deceived" by my seemingly sincere words, before I even asked about his profession, he proactively told me that he worked at a certain bank, as a "manager" of some level. He explained that competition among banks is fierce, with performance targets at every level and weekly, monthly, and quarterly evaluations. His wife also worked at a bank, as a teller or accounting counter, a relatively easy job with little pressure, but she couldn't really help her husband much. After this conversation, I understood better. It turned out the husband couldn't satisfy his wife, and out of love, he brought her to a man like me to "complete his homework." But I didn't say that; I was afraid of hurting his pride.

Of course, I also mentioned that the reason I led my wife to "switch" was because I love her, and because the "marriage" after the "switch" would be more stable (this is something I've read). But I didn't say that my wife is very traditional; I just wanted to let her see good men other than me... When I praised him for being considerate of his wife and for leading her to "switch," his answer surprised me greatly: "No, it was my wife... who persuaded me to... [switch]..." His words really shocked me!

Seeing my surprised look, he even stammered, "You... please... don't... don't misunderstand, my wife... no... isn't... what you... imagine... she's very... pure." But at that time, I really hadn't had time to imagine whether his wife was pure or not; it seems his reaction was quicker than mine. "She...always thinks...it's because she...can't arouse...my...interest...and doesn't want me...going out...with...disreputable...women...and catching...something...disease," he hurriedly defended his wife, "She just wants me...to keep an eye out online, to find...healthy couples who think like us..." Ah, so that's how it is... I pondered silently. I suddenly felt that his wife seemed better than my wife, even leading her husband to "switch partners." This "switch" could kill two birds with one stone: not only could it arouse her husband's interest, but she could also learn how others aroused her husband's interest! But then I laughed, because I still thought my wife was better—my wife could tolerate me having affairs, but the man on the other side didn't have that blessing... "Brother...can you call [sister-in-law] for a video call?" I really couldn't remember when the man on the other side started calling me "brother." I only remembered him saying this. This sentence was like "a stone thrown into a calm lake," and I panicked—I hadn't even convinced my wife yet, how could I have a video call?! Luckily, it was evening, and my wife was playing mahjong, so I told him she wasn't there. "Ah... then when can we arrange a time, okay?" he asked, sounding disappointed. "Okay..." I had no choice but to agree. Even though it was just online, I couldn't afford to lose psychologically if I didn't say it that way.

The chat was supposed to end there; before I could even say goodbye, the man suddenly said, "Brother, my wife's opening the door, she's back." "Ah..." I didn't quite understand what he meant, so I just replied. "Let my wife... video chat with you first, how about that?" He seemed excited, like he had something good to share with a close friend. "Aren't you going to wait for my wife... to video chat with us?" I asked, but he didn't answer. At that moment, I was only thinking that no matter how good his wife was, I was still just a "bridge."

But I also understood the man's intentions; he wanted to finalize things quickly after the video chat to avoid me ruining their relationship. No sooner said than done, his wife was already beside him. He pulled her to sit in front of the computer, pointed the camera at her, and said, "I'm video chatting with my brother right now. Your wife's off playing mahjong, so you can video chat with him for a bit. I'm going to take a shower. Brother, I'll log off now!" I was puzzled. Why hadn't he stopped stuttering since his wife came in? But I couldn't ask.

Actually, I really wanted to log off then, but I didn't. It wasn't because I thought the man's wife was beautiful and wanted to feast my eyes on her, but because I didn't want to be presumptuous. What would it mean if I left as soon as she sat down? She would definitely think I wasn't interested in the video chat. I'm just that considerate of others, especially when the other person is a beautiful woman. "Hi…hello…" Seeing me looking at her, the woman seemed a little shy. She didn't call me "brother" like her husband, showing her reserve.

"Hello!... Your husband... told me about you two. I never imagined... we'd be so on the same page," I thought to myself, racking my brains for the right words to break the awkward silence. "I really... admire you. You could be considered... a model of husbandly love and a pioneer of high-level love..." "Oh, you... you're so funny... so flattering... I'm so embarrassed..." The woman smiled shyly, then lowered her head and said nothing more.

Seeing that I couldn't break the ice anytime soon, my resolve to make a move grew stronger, so I immediately stopped myself, saying that we'd met now, and there would be plenty of opportunities to chat later. As I logged off, I smiled at her and said, "You... are so beautiful!" Few women could resist this move; it was both a sincere compliment and a declaration that I was interested in her. Damn it, I'm such a reckless "turkey"!

Since then, that man has been asking my wife to video chat with them almost every day. I'm so annoyed! I've come up with some excuses, but I can't keep refusing. So I just stopped going online altogether, saying I was on a business trip and trying to avoid them. I'm in a real bind. My wife has even threatened to kill herself to prove her innocence. How can I not be dumbfounded?

I've thought about just hiding like this, but I've never been this pathetic before. I really have no other choice. I also considered finding someone to impersonate my wife to "swap" her—the other person's "avatar" was actually quite attractive to me—but finding an outsider would have endless troubles (as some netizens have described it, so I won't go into details). The best candidate would be my wife's cousin; they are cousins. My wife's cousin and my wife look somewhat alike, except for slight differences in skin tone. But I believe that even with a blurry photo, the other person wouldn't be able to tell the difference... However, the problem is that my wife's cousin is currently far away in XX city—their factory isn't doing well, and her whole family (her husband and his second wife) have taken over a "two-nothing" arrangement, giving it to a close relative of her husband in Guangzhou as the general agent for some brand-name handbag brand called "Anyigier" in XX city. Now they not only have a wholesale center but also several chain stores in nearby cities and counties! If I were to ask my wife's cousin for help, would she even listen to me?

But I still called my wife's cousin. She first said she was too busy to come, then said she would think about it. But when I was completely desperate, she kept laughing on the other end of the phone: "My dear second husband (she calls me that when we're alone after her husband's affair was exposed), you're in trouble now. If your second wife doesn't come to help you, who will? ... I'll call and book a plane ticket right now..." It's true, once the bow is drawn, there's no turning back. Luckily, I have a second wife who can't "understand" things in ordinary terms—my wife's cousin. At this crucial moment, she actually cares about our relationship and is willing to fly back to my side from afar to help me launch this arrow that I have to launch! Chapter

Two: The Flirtatious Cousin The next morning, my wife's cousin called me from the airport. She said her flight was at noon. I said I would pick her up, but she said, "No need, I have some personal business to take care of first. I'll have dinner at your house tonight and stay there." Seeing that my wife's cousin was really coming back, my heart finally settled down. However, I then worried about another issue: my wife's cousin is very flirtatious, even she herself says she's "the most flirtatious type." This time, when she "changes places," I must remind her to tone it down, lest she reveal her true colors in front of this loving couple with their "high-level love," or she'll make a huge fool of herself!

According to her ID card, my wife's cousin is two years younger than my wife, but my mother-in-law swears that when my wife was born, my wife's cousin was already almost walking. My wife's cousin didn't object to this, but just wiggled her hips and walked away, looking disdainful. Clearly, she must have bribed the person in charge of household registration with money or her looks when she got married in another city. I asked her whether she was my older or younger cousin, and she kissed my cheek and said, "Just call me 'sister'... I like... the feeling of being your sister..." She really has a "sibling" complex; many of the men she's been with are younger than her. My wife's cousin is someone who "makes people feel at ease," because she has the assets to do so—she's beautiful and seductive.

Women prettier than her aren't necessarily as open-minded, and women more alluring aren't necessarily as good at seducing. She's just a warehouse clerk in a small factory, yet the sheer number of "acquaintances" she has is astonishing. Having worked in government offices for so many years, I know almost all the powerful officials whose names I know, and many of the people she knows I don't even recognize. If she's determined to become "familiar" with you, few men can escape unscathed and remain chaste! My cousin's husband's five cousins, six brothers-in-law, seven sons-in-law, eight aunts (there are many!), and those with relatives who own restaurants, businesses, are imprisoned, or have been sentenced—all need her to "maneuver" for them. She's the best at using other people's money to build her own network of connections.

She's incredibly audacious. Even in her teens, she was already attracting attention and dared to secretly change her household registration to marry someone from another city. Her parents died young, leaving behind a two-courtyard house inherited from her ancestors. She dared to sell it behind my mother-in-law's (her aunt's) back. When asked about it afterward, she only said "it's gone." That two-courtyard house was worth hundreds of thousands at the time, which made my mother-in-law so angry she fell seriously ill. I seriously suspect that their current arrangement of acting as a general agent for their relatives in Guangzhou in XX city is just a pretext; it's very likely that they started with that money. But I wasn't stupid enough to say it out loud. How much of that money would my wife get? Now I'm so glad I didn't say anything, otherwise, would she have been so generous in accepting the "appointment"?

She was incredibly clever, despite only having a junior high school education. She was willing to learn and try anything. The head of the "New Acupuncture Department" at the medical university (military hospital) was captivated by her at some point, and she insisted he teach her new acupuncture techniques (i.e., acupuncture and massage). The head scoffed, saying, "I could teach you for ten years and you still wouldn't learn." But in less than six months, she had mastered many massage techniques. After that, she often wore a nurse's skirt and massaged patients in the "New Acupuncture Department." Those unaware of her background wouldn't know she was a

fraud. My relationship with my wife's cousin, this "sibling" connection, dates back to shortly after my marriage. At that time, I often heard my mother-in-law talk about my wife's cousin, who was very flirtatious. Even in her teens, many men were smitten with her. My wife's cousin was an only child; her parents died early, and my mother-in-law, her aunt, watched her grow up but couldn't control her. She was very independent and rebellious.

I thought she would change after marriage, but she continued to attract attention. Of course, I knew my mother-in-law was saying all this to highlight how good her daughter (my wife) was. But for a man like me, who matured at seven and had affairs with the Hong sisters at thirteen, these words were an immense temptation. I was immediately seized by curiosity and desire for my wife's cousin, and this curiosity and desire grew stronger and stronger! This was probably something my mother-in-law never expected when she talked about my wife's cousin's flirtatious ways.

Almost five years have passed since my wife and I got married, and I've never seen what my wife's cousin looks like because she got married in another city and hasn't returned. But I'm confident that if my wife's cousin comes back, I'll definitely be able to sleep with her. As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." With my looks, witty conversation, and energetic penis, sleeping with a flirtatious woman shouldn't be too difficult.

Finally, one day, I met my wife's cousin. At first glance, she wasn't as pretty as my wife; her skin was a bit dark, not as good as my wife's. But my wife's cousin had a great figure—a slim waist and long legs—a typical slender mature woman. She was very outspoken, constantly making dirty jokes even though we hadn't met long. My wife blushed when she heard them. Her eyes were the kind that could speak volumes. Behind my wife's back, she kept giving me flirty glances. Before long, I was completely smitten by her flirtatious looks! A few

days after that first meeting, I got my chance to sleep with my wife's cousin. It was a Sunday noon, and we were taking a nap when my wife's cousin suddenly arrived at our house carrying a large bag of wet sheets and clothes. She said she was washing them when the power suddenly went out, and she was worried about the smell of a corpse if the sheets and clothes got wet in the hot weather, so she had to bring them to our house to wash. My wife had to go to the kitchen to set up the washing machine. That day, my wife had to go to work overtime, and seeing that it was almost time, she left for work.

My wife left in a hurry, forgetting to close the bedroom door for me. I lay on the bed, deliberately taking out my penis and pretending to be asleep. I had only silently counted to ten or so in my mind when my wife's cousin tiptoed into the bedroom. At that time, our house wasn't big, just one bedroom, one living room, one closet, and one bathroom. My wife and I slept in the bedroom, and my mother-in-law slept in the living room. The living room was the only way to get from the kitchen to the bedroom. At this moment, my mother-in-law was taking a nap on the bed in the living room, snoring loudly.

"Hey, still sleeping? Get up and teach me how to use your washing machine..." My wife's cousin stood in front of the bed and gently nudged me. Her voice was low and sweet. I continued to pretend to be asleep, thinking that our washing machine was automatic, and my wife had set it up for her. Why would she need to teach me? She was just testing whether I was awake. I believed that she was admiring my big penis at that moment.

Sure enough, a moment later, my wife's cousin's hand landed on my penis. She must have realized I was pretending to be asleep, because she pinched my penis and whispered, "Hey, yours is so big, all exposed like that, aren't you afraid someone will steal it..." Her pinch made it impossible for me to pretend to be asleep anymore, so I grabbed her hand and pressed it tightly against my penis, saying, "This is your cousin's. Who else would steal it but your cousin?" "Shh—," my wife's cousin pointed to the living room, "Keep your voice down, old women are very shrewd—."

Then, she touched my arm, brought her mouth close to my ear, and whispered, "You seem quite refined, hehe, you're so strong, aren't you afraid I'll steal it?" I took the opportunity to kiss her lips: "What am I afraid of? If anyone's afraid, it's your cousin..." "If I really did steal it, you wouldn't tell your wife, would you?" my wife's cousin asked with a flirtatious smile, pinching my penis. "You think I'm that stupid?" I lay on my back, reaching my hand under my wife's cousin's skirt, touching her vulva through her panties, saying, "We're all family, even if your cousin finds out, she won't sneeze..."

My wife's cousin lightly punched me, her face slightly red, saying, "Hey, you're so naughty! Your wife and I are sisters after all, you can't... tell her, otherwise... I'll be embarrassed..." My penis quickly became hard from my wife's cousin's squeezing, and precum was flowing from the glans. At this moment, my hand was already inside my wife's cousin's panties, stimulating her vulva. Her vulva was warm and wet, ha, she's really the kind of woman who gets aroused quickly and is very wet! I lay on the bed

, watching my wife's cousin take off her slightly damp panties and put them in her handbag. She lifted her skirt and got on the bed, straddling me. She wouldn't let me take off my panties, afraid that my mother-in-law would suddenly wake up and I wouldn't have time to put them back on. She held my penis with one hand and spread her legs with the other, aligning the glans with her vaginal opening, then slowly sat down… I was lying on my back and couldn't see what my wife's cousin's vagina looked like, but I could feel that it wasn't very tight, and it was lubricated with her juices, so it didn't take much effort to penetrate. After I sat down fully, my wife's cousin started to sit on top of me.

She was very energetic and proactive, making me feel so good! Maybe to avoid sweating, she stopped moving up and down much later, just sitting on my lower abdomen, constantly swaying her hips, rubbing her vulva against my pubic bone. I thought she was tired, so I started thrusting my penis into her, but she leaned down and said to me, "Don't move yet… I like… rubbing like this… rubbing like this… it feels the best…" She said this while watching my reaction, then continued, "Let me enjoy myself for a while, then I'll let you fuck me to your heart's content…"

Although I like to thrust hard, I let her have her way and cooperated with her until her vulva rubbed against my pubic bone until it produced a lot of juices. She seemed somewhat satisfied, so she told me to get out of bed and stand by the bed. She put her buttocks on the edge of the bed, spread her legs apart in an M shape, and stood by the edge of the bed. My wife's cousin's genitals were facing me, and I could finally see what her vulva looked like: she didn't have much pubic hair, her clitoris and labia minora were very prominent, and her labia minora were a bit large, dark and spread out to the left and right, like the two wings of a black butterfly.

Ah, so my wife's cousin's pussy is a "butterfly pussy," no wonder she's so seductive! "What are you looking at... haven't you ever seen a woman's... before? Hurry up... gently, gently... don't make the bed... creak..." I lifted my wife's cousin's legs and thrust my penis into her pussy, twisting it repeatedly. To prevent the bed from creaking, I thrust a little slowly, but very deeply, my penis almost "all in and all out." My wife's cousin slowly twisted her waist, gently swaying her buttocks, welcoming my thrusts. At this moment, she smiled, biting her lower lip, looking like she wanted to laugh but couldn't. She would shake her head a few times from time to time, indicating that she was a little "unable to hold on." Sometimes she would deliberately let out a few soft moans, which startled me so much that I quickly "braked." But she just "pfft" laughed, a laugh so soft that only I could hear it, very thrilling and seductive! Perhaps it was because I was nervous about my mother-in-law waking up suddenly, or perhaps it was because I hadn't had such a good time in a long time, but I, who always prided myself on being able to ejaculate for a long time, quickly "surrendered" to my wife's cousin.

I lay on top of my wife's cousin, feeling a little dejected, and apologized to her. She stroked my head and said, "We... this is... our first time... your... performance was already very good..." Later I found out that my wife's cousin had already orgasmed while grinding tofu. When she lay down and asked me to penetrate her, she meant for me to orgasm as well; she just didn't have a second orgasm. From then on, my wife's cousin and I often had secret trysts. I liked her "sexiness and straightforwardness," and we quickly became sexual partners who often exchanged sexual techniques and experiences. Ever since I took out my big penis in the bedroom and pretended to be asleep to seduce her (actually, she would have seduced me even without my seduction, but I took the initiative first, so I always felt a sense of victory), we had sex frequently, many times more often than when my wife "did the laundry" (a euphemism for sex). Later, she somehow found out her husband had a second wife, and her relationship with me became even more unrestrained. After my wife's cousin and I had our trysts at my house a few times, we were afraid of being discovered by my mother-in-law. My wife's cousin suggested we move our sex "battleground" to her house, saying her husband was some kind of director at the factory and rarely came home during work hours. So, whenever I had free time, I would sneak out of work and drive there; it only took a few minutes, very convenient. We would lock the door in broad daylight and practice all sorts of sex techniques in her bedroom over and over again.

As the saying goes, "If you walk in the dark for too long, you'll encounter a ghost." One time, we were naked in the bedroom, making love, playing the "69" position. She was on top of me, grabbing my penis and giving me oral sex, her legs spread open, wanting me to lick her vagina. Those of you who have read my other original posts know that my wife's cousin has a "butterfly pussy," with a large, prominent clitoris. The labia minora are like butterfly wings, big and dark. That pussy has been touched by countless men (strangely, she hasn't gotten any diseases). How could I possibly lick it? So, I used my fingers, moistened with saliva, to rub it. Just then, I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. I was stunned! "Oh no," my mind went blank… "Quickly put on your underwear, lie down, and pretend to be asleep!" My wife's cousin was very calm. She quickly put on her underwear, a bra, and a baggy dress, putting it on as she went to open the door, saying, "This lock is always broken; I often can't open it. I'll get a locksmith to come and take a look tomorrow…" Her voice sounded exactly the same.

My cousin's husband nodded and walked into the bedroom. When he saw me almost naked, lying on his bed, he must have been shocked: "You...you guys?" "My cousin said he was in a lot of pain, so I was giving him a massage...Look, he's much better now, he's asleep...Oh, I'm exhausted. You're back just in time, give me...a shoulder massage..." My wife's cousin is such a good actress! I finally understood what she meant by telling me to pretend to be asleep. My cousin's

husband came back to get some documents; he forgot to take them with him when he left. The documents were on the bedside table. My wife's cousin and I were so busy having fun that we didn't even see the huge file folder right in front of us! After that scare, I didn't go to my wife's cousin's house for a long time. It wasn't that I was afraid of anyone; after all, they're relatives, and it's embarrassing for everyone. But my cousin said, "What are you afraid of? He has two wives, so why can't I have two husbands? Even if he knows, so what? He wouldn't dare not sneez..." Sigh, my wife's cousin is so calm and composed, I feel so inferior to her. She's truly a woman who doesn't yield to men, and she makes me look at her with new respect!

My wife's cousin is really sexy. I call her "sexy" because she likes me. I'm a bit of a fan of hers and idealize her. Sometimes when my wife, her sister, my wife's cousin, and I go out, strangers will mistake her for my wife, and we get a lot of stares: "Look, that couple is so lovey-dovey..." Whenever I hear such comments, I don't even need to look to know that my wife and her sister have already run far away, not wanting to see my cousin's sexy side. At this moment, my wife's cousin is definitely holding my arm, pressing her full breasts against me, and secretly kissing me.

Okay, I'll stop here with the details of my affair with my wife's cousin. Let's get back to the story... After receiving the call from my wife's cousin, the first thing I did was report it to my wife. She was very calm and just told her mother to prepare extra food for dinner. She would go to work as usual in the afternoon and play mahjong as planned. Actually, my wife's cousin didn't come over for dinner; she has many acquaintances and can find food anywhere. When she arrived, my mother-in-law had already invited her mahjong friends to the living room to start "moving bricks" (playing mahjong). My wife's cousin tossed a "Hey!" to her aunt (my mother-in-law) and went straight into my wife's and my bedroom. I was sitting at the computer desk in the bedroom waiting for her.

"Hey, why isn't it on yet?" My wife's cousin came in and gently closed the door (it wasn't locked). The sound of bricklaying outside immediately quieted down. Before I could even speak, she pounced on me, hugging me and kissing me wildly. I was in no mood for kissing at that moment, so I reminded her, "Don't... be careful... with your lipstick..." My mouth was stuffed with her kisses, and my words were all broken. My wife's cousin didn't care about any of that, continuing to kiss me while proudly saying, "Don't worry... my lipstick... won't... come off..." After kissing for a while, my wife's cousin finally let go of me, then plopped down on my lap, turning on the computer for me while I explained the "precautions." Seeing that she seemed a little distracted, I begged her to concentrate. When I begged her, she actually joked with me again, "Okay, then... kiss me, and I'll concentrate..." Sigh, I'm in such a hurry, and she still keeps joking around. I'm really impressed by her.

"You just want me to tone it down, stop being so fussy, I know." "And you should talk less..." "Okay, I'll talk less and do more..." As she spoke, her hand reached for my crotch. I had no choice but to let her have her way. Soon, my "little brother" defied my wishes and stood erect with great enthusiasm.

"Second husband, we haven't done 'doing' in so long! I flew all the way back from so far away... to be with you through thick and thin, and you're so close... and you don't even come... to be intimate with me..." As she spoke, she kept squeezing my big cock. I knew that by "intimate," she meant for me to fuck her with my big cock. "No... your aunt and the others are playing cards outside..." I tried to use this as an excuse to get down to business as soon as possible. Maybe the couple I was going to switch with had already seen me online. "Those old men and women, which one of them would come in? Listen, the mahjong is clattering so loudly..." I really couldn't resist her... so I had to give in.

My wife's cousin unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard, erect penis, lifted her long skirt, held the shaft in one hand, and stretched open her underwear with the other, using her vagina to envelop the head of my penis before slowly sitting down. As she sat, her vagina made a "plop plop" sound. Just then, the couple I was supposed to "switch" with called me!

Chapter Three, "Sitting in the Maple Forest,"

this video call went relatively "smoothly," without any major mishaps. Because I had given prior instructions, my wife's cousin was very reserved and rarely spoke. She was already beautiful, and now, as some kind of general agent, she dressed very fashionably; I even thought she looked seven or eight years younger. The man opposite her must have been attracted to her. When the man complimented her on her beauty, she responded politely, even using phrases like "I'm really embarrassed by what you're saying... thank you." However, when the man called her "sister-in-law" again, she suddenly blurted out something that really startled me: "Don't call me... sister-in-law anymore, it makes me feel old. From now on, just call me... Sister Lian."

I'm being risqué, but does "sister-in-law" necessarily mean old? My buddies still call my younger female friends "sister-in-law," sigh, they're so uncultured... The worst part was that last sentence, "Call me Sister Lian," but my wife's name doesn't have "Lian" in it; "Lian" is her cousin's name! She didn't quite grasp the situation and let it slip!

Luckily, she didn't hear me clearly and asked, "What?...Lian what..." I immediately covered for her: "My wife's nickname is 'Lianzi,' and when her mother-in-law gave birth to her, she dreamed of many lotus roots..." "Lianzi" and "Sister Lian" sound very similar, so I managed to get away with it.

Next, we decided on the time and place for the "swap." Usually, the "swap" game involves "swap" + "play" (travel). It was already mid-September, so I suggested meeting during the National Day holiday. I recommended XX city as the location, as it's midway between our two cities (I'm particular about equivalence), and it boasts ancient city charm and natural scenery. While not as famous as Suzhou, Hangzhou, or the Li River, it's much less crowded and safer. I'd been there before and knew a bit about it, so I could act as their guide if necessary.

They seemed to trust me and didn't disagree. Later, I gave them the address of a hotel I knew (actually a unique inn), and we agreed to meet at 11:00 AM on October 1st in the coffee shop to the right of the hotel lobby.

Finally, the man and I exchanged phone numbers for easy contact. My insistence on meeting during the National Day holiday was for a reason: we had a seminar being held out of town, and I planned to ask my wife for leave beforehand to stay a few more days. Then there's my wife's ID card, which has always been in my possession. My wife relies on me to handle many things at home, so I decided to secretly take it out. I'm unsure if we'll need it for registration (I asked some friends, some said yes, some said no). Sigh, before, I had subordinates to take care of everything when we went out, but this time I have to do everything myself, which is really annoying!

Throughout the "video call," the woman on the other end rarely spoke, just sat next to her husband, silently watching me. I quickly saw two words in her eyes—admiration. Actually, both she and her husband were watching us, but her husband was mostly looking at my "cousin's wife."

The most uncomfortable thing was my penis, which was stuck inside my wife's cousin's vagina, and I didn't dare move. Several times I tried to "pull out," but my cousin held my thighs and wouldn't let me. I was afraid that if I pushed her too hard, this couple with their "high-level love" would notice something was wrong, so I had to sacrifice my uncomfortable "little brother." My wife's cousin really enjoys "rubbing tofu" (a euphemism for sexual intercourse). Since the sitting position isn't supposed to be for this, she wouldn't follow my instructions. She pulled one of my hands under her crotch, indicating that I should rub her clitoris with my fingers. It wasn't a big movement, so I did as she said. We

finally managed to rub until the video call ended, and she was surprisingly patient, not moving an inch. When she couldn't take it anymore, she lay on the computer desk pretending to watch something. Of course, I rubbed very gently and even adjusted the camera angle. As soon as the video ended, my wife's cousin immediately turned around and sat on me, vigorously "rubbing tofu" until she climaxed. Surprisingly, she didn't make any loud noises! That night, my wife's cousin stayed at my house, but she slept with my mother-in-law (her aunt).

The next morning, I drove her to the airport. As we boarded, I reiterated our appointment to meet in XX city, the midpoint, before 10 PM on September 30th. I also reminded her not to skip me. My wife's flirtatious cousin, surprisingly, gave me a stylish goodbye kiss in front of the pretty flight attendants. The flight attendants all smiled knowingly. After watching my wife's cousin's flight back to XX city disappear into the azure sky, I stood at the airport for a long time.

The hotel was located in the suburbs, nestled against the mountains and beside the water. A crystal-clear river flowed in front, and Yincang Mountain, with its maple forests, lay behind. Not far away was the ancient Baolun Temple, where the sounds of bells and chimes echoed year-round, and incense smoke swirled continuously.

I chose "change" here not only for the two reasons I mentioned earlier, but also because I have a certain taste for erotic content and I highly value "eroticism + emotion" in my erotic writing (I know some friends don't like this, so please be patient). Especially now that I'm approaching middle age, my confidante Xiaoxue calls me "Brother of Taste" on her phone (she never asked my name—I want to clarify here that my current original posts are all interconnected yet stand alone; if possible, after I finish writing my "stories," I'll compile them into a long novel called "Confidante and Confidante").

Upon arriving at the hotel, we registered for a room using my wife's and my ID (which wasn't really necessary). When I tentatively asked if it would be easy to get a room for friends visiting the next day, the receptionist was very enthusiastic and suggested we book another room, as there might be many guests the next day. So we booked another double room.

That night, my wife's cousin and I stayed at the hotel. Naturally, we were going to finish our "h" (sexual activity) assignment. But beforehand, I told my wife's cousin, "My 'wolf friends' are all eager to see the 'swap' (sexual activity) scene, so don't put on a passionate performance." But she wouldn't listen. To save time, I didn't care whether she was happy or not, so I just covered our naked bodies with the blanket... And what I saw was: whispering sweet nothings, the red blanket undulating and soft moans. We didn't fall asleep in each other's arms until midnight... The next morning, we got up at almost 10 o'clock. After quickly washing up and eating, we went to the coffee shop on the right side of the hotel lobby to wait for the "swap" couple. We had only been sitting for a short while when my phone rang. It was the man calling. He said they were almost there and specifically told me that he was wearing a suit and his wife was wearing a beige mid-length trench coat, as if he was afraid I would pick up the wrong people. I verbally agreed, but in my heart I thought to myself, "How could I be wrong? Your wife is so beautiful. After so many video chats, her every smile and gesture is deeply etched in my mind..." At this moment, I had somewhat forgotten my initial intention to "switch" her, and my wolfish nature was gradually revealed.

Taxis were constantly pulling into the parking lane in front of the hotel. After waiting for more than a dozen, I finally saw a man in a suit and a woman in a beige trench coat get out of a taxi. The man was of medium height but rather thin, and from a distance, he looked a bit like... yes, a bit like the movie actor Chen X (no offense intended; I admire his acting. I just wanted to let any female readers enjoy this moment; men have rich imaginations and can imagine a beautiful stranger as the most beautiful woman, while women can only imagine a handsome stranger as a familiar man).

The woman wasn't short either, only half a head shorter than my husband. She was holding a parasol, so I couldn't see her hair accessories or face clearly, but her legs, exposed beneath her half-length trench coat, were enough to make anyone drool. Her black stockings were so alluring that even I, a man who prides myself on being immune to the allure of stockings, momentarily forgot my wife's cousin was beside me… "Hi…we're over here…" Before my gaze could leave the black stockings, my wife's cousin waved and rushed out of the coffee shop, swaying as she ran towards them. I quickly followed behind her, afraid she'd cause some trouble… After a brief exchange of pleasantries, we went into the coffee shop and sat down together. Although we had video chatted many times, this was the first time we'd met face-to-face, and everyone (including me) felt a little awkward. To help everyone get to know each other quickly, I suggested that the two couples exchange ID cards to "verify identities" and prevent impersonation. I knew that the more I said this, the less they would suspect we were a fake couple.

While we were looking at each other, both the wife and I examined the ID cards carefully. I was comparing them to the person, so I was certain they were a genuine couple. The wife, on the other hand, was looking at the text on the ID cards, seemingly trying to memorize our names and addresses. To ease the awkward atmosphere, we chatted over drinks, mainly about the local customs and interesting anecdotes of our respective cities. At the most amusing parts, I could hear the man laughing.

At lunch, the man in charge offered to treat us, but I insisted on splitting the bill. I said that we were at the midpoint of our relationship, and neither of us had the right to be the "host." Our exchange should be high-level and of a high standard, based on equality and reciprocity… My reasoning was so compelling that they all accepted it. In fact, it seemed to break the awkwardness; our conversation became more relaxed and laughter-filled.

After lunch, I took the couple to their room and chatted for a while. Seeing that they were a bit tired, I told them to take a nap, and that I would take them somewhere nice in the afternoon. They agreed, and then I got up to say goodbye and went back to my room for a nap. My wife's cousin was quite sensible this time; knowing I needed to conserve my energy, she didn't "go wild" and obediently went to sleep too. When I woke up, the sun was already setting. When I knocked on the couple's door, the golden autumn sunlight of October shone through the latticed windows in the hallway onto my face, giving me a warm feeling. I was instantly refreshed and urged them to get up quickly. Then I led them to the backyard of the hotel... As I mentioned, this hotel is very unique, mainly because it has a completely wooden "mortise and tenon" structure, which is rare in modern buildings. The lacquer on the round wooden beams and pillars, although somewhat mottled and peeling, was still so shiny it could reflect light. The hotel has two floors, front and back, with the front lower than the back. We were climbing the wooden staircase with carved railings to the upper floor, where a long row of private rooms (also used for karaoke) were located.

Each room had carved wooden windows at both the front and back; the front windows offered panoramic views of the Qingshui River, while the back windows overlooked the maple forests of Yincang Mountain. Even more uniquely designed was the wooden corridor leading to each room from either side, followed by the few wooden steps leading to each room. Because this corridor was lower, the windows of the rooms were two or three heads higher than us, so even if the windows were wide open, guests wouldn't have to worry about being exposed—I really suspect the designer was a master of illicit affairs! A rendezvous in such a room would truly be a case of "the sound of creaking and groaning indicates someone's coming."

"How is it... not bad here?" After the waiter brought tea, fruit platter, and snacks and left, I asked the two "puppets" sitting on the mahogany sofa next to me with a bit of smugness—at this point, I should give them pseudonyms, let's call the "male puppet" Summer and the "female puppet" Autumn. Summer (fuck) Autumn, easy to remember, and very fitting. "Hmm, so unique! So unique!" Summer nodded repeatedly, full of praise.

"Creating our atmosphere here... isn't it very poetic and picturesque?" As I spoke, I first looked at Summer, who nodded, then I looked at Autumn, who was a little embarrassed and turned her flushed face slightly to the side.

"Cousin Wife" was a little impatient: "Oh, what are you still saying... we're so familiar with each other... oh..." Her first words were directed at me, and the "oh" at Summer was directed at her. The three-piece mahogany sofa set in the private room was arranged in the shape of the Chinese character "品" (pin). Although my "wife" was sitting next to me, her hand was already on Xia Ri's body. No matter how much I reminded her, her seductive nature was gradually revealed.

I ignored her and continued, "I've been here twice. Every time I see this vast maple forest, I'm reminded of the poem 'Mountain Journey' by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty..." "Riding in my carriage, I sit and watch the maple forest at dusk, the frosted leaves redder than the flowers of February." Before I could finish, Qiu Tong naturally took over the conversation and recited these two well-known lines of poetry. My first reaction was "Good," and I said it aloud.

"Impressive! Impressive!" I exclaimed repeatedly. "Around this time last year, I asked a few of my writers (I didn't give them a hint; I asked, 'As I stand here, guess what poem comes to mind?' I was trying to woo Qiu Tong, a classic 'flirting before seducing' tactic), and not a single one could answer. I never imagined you studied financial management..." Before I could finish, Xia Ri chimed in, "My wife is also very good at humanities."

I looked at Qiu Tong and Xia Ri, nodding repeatedly, but in my heart I thought: Describing this couple as a perfect match or a talented man and beautiful woman would be unfair to Qiu Tong. Not only is she outstanding in appearance and character, but she also seems to be highly intelligent. This "switch" has been a huge success for me! So I got up, took Qiutong's hand, and walked to the window. We leaned against the railing, gazing at the scenery of Yincang Mountain. The setting sun cast golden rays across the maple forest, creating a breathtaking panorama of vibrant red and crimson foliage.

I looked at Qiutong; she smiled charmingly and was about to speak when my "cousin-wife" suddenly asked Xia Ri,

"Honey, do you know the meaning of 'Stopping the carriage to admire the maple forest at dusk'?" She hadn't changed her address yet, but my "wife" was already calling Xia Ri "husband." Xia Ri glanced at Qiutong, who smiled without saying a word, showing no sign of jealousy. Xia Ri then explained the meaning of the poem to my "cousin-wife" (if you don't know, please Google it). "Honey, are you talking nonsense?... Isn't this telling us... to sit and make love while watching the maple forest?" (Don't laugh, everyone, this is a clever use of a joke she saw on my self-made personal dating website; she's that reliable at crucial moments.) "Oh, okay, let's change it then, why aren't we making love yet..." "My cousin's wife" continued, while reaching for Xia Ri's outer pants zipper.

At this moment, Xia Ri and Qiu Tong's eyes were both looking at me, and I quickly "read" that their gazes were a mixture of shyness and anticipation. I was very clear-headed at that moment; this was the most crucial step. If I could take it, everything would fall into place; if I couldn't, all my previous efforts would be in vain. No matter how many grand pronouncements I had made, this "one step" would determine whether I would be a "practitioner" or a "traitor" of those grand pronouncements.

Looking into their eyes, I felt a slight sense of empowerment: they all treated me like a leader, and I couldn't back down now (my "cousin's wife" had boasted to them that we'd swapped partners before, but I was really a novice, just a few years older than them)! But I was also worried that Qiu Tong wasn't used to "real swapping" yet—courage and actually doing it are two different things—so I said, "How about this, let's do it as a couple, just to warm up, okay?" Seeing that I said this, they all nodded. Although my "cousin's wife" wasn't very willing, she could only pout and return to my side.

My "cousin's wife" seemed angry with me. She took out my penis, turned her back to me, and sat down in it defiantly. I slowly thrust her round, upturned buttocks and whispered to her, "Don't rush, take it slow, don't scare me... you'll enjoy it." Hearing me say this, a smile gradually appeared on my "cousin's wife's" face.

Since she was facing away from me, "my cousin's wife" must have felt unsatisfied. She started touching herself and quickened the pace of her sitting position. While I was thrusting into my "wife's" fleshy hollow, I was also watching the beautiful scene opposite me—Qiu Tong was also sitting in Xia Ri's lap with her butt sticking out, but she wasn't moving much… "What, are you two dawdling…?" "My cousin's wife" was clearly teasing Qiu Tong. Seeing that they were still moving slowly, she suddenly darted over, pulled Qiu Tong up, and pushed her towards me. Qiu Tong probably didn't expect my "wife" to do this, and seemed a little hesitant, yet also somewhat half-heartedly resisting, before I grabbed her waist—I swear here, this wonderful coordination was absolutely not something my "wife" and I planned beforehand. What kind of relationship do we have? We're "best partners"! Although she's not highly educated, she can always be "in perfect harmony with me, even without wings to fly together!"

"Wife" is "crazy and horny." With one hand, she pushed Qiutong towards my lap, and with the other, she guided my penis to Qiutong's vagina, making Qiutong blush and cry out softly, "Sister...sister...no...no...I...I...I...I...I...do it myself..." After our relationship improved, Xia Ri and Qiutong stopped calling her "sister-in-law" and started calling her "sister."

At this time, Qiutong was sitting with her back to me. Although I couldn't see her expression, I could guess pretty accurately: she must be blushing and shy, wanting to laugh and cry. I use "cry" here not to mean she wanted to be "sad," but to mean she was so excited that she wanted to cry, but not the kind of "joy turning to sorrow" (derogatory). Besides, she hadn't even really started to "happy" yet.

Qiu Tong's body trembled slightly as she gently pinched my penis shaft between her two or three slender fingers. With one hand, she gently pried open my still-unseen and unidentified vaginal opening and gently placed it onto the head of my penis. My penis was thick, long, with a large glans and a particularly deep groin, and the glans resembled a large mushroom (this description of the penis is heavily exaggerated and can be disregarded).

As soon as the glans "embedded" a little, I felt how tight Qiu Tong's vaginal opening was. The tighter it became, the more intense the "squeezing" sensation. When the glans "broke through" the vaginal opening's "squeezing," leading the following shaft "deep into enemy territory," I didn't feel that "golden road" that often appears during sex with some women, but rather, it seemed I hadn't broken through the "tight" "encirclement." I only felt that Qiu Tong's vagina had transformed the "squeezing" into a "tight grip" on my entire penis!

Ah...so good! I don't easily cry out in pleasure, especially not so soon after penetration. This was my first time with several women. Is this the vagina of a woman married for over six years? My friends not only asked this question, but I also asked myself it. I really wondered if Qiu Tong's seemingly handsome husband, Chen X, was congenitally impotent? Only then did I "reluctantly abandon" the pleasure my penis was enjoying from Qiu Tong's tight grip (I couldn't multitask), and focus on observing Xia Ri's expression and my penis.

Xia Ri's expression was complex: sometimes he would glance at his wife, and from that gaze I "read" worry and heartache; sometimes he would shake his head left and right, seemingly regretting not changing partners? Or perhaps he felt he had been cheated by changing partners? Sometimes he would look up at the ceiling, perhaps reminiscing about the sweetness he shared with his wife in the past, or perhaps he didn't want to see his wife's "springtime-tinged" appearance at this moment... Fortunately, my "wife" was currently squatting between his legs, giving him oral sex, and I carefully "glimpsed" Xia Ri's penis a few times: it was of a certain length, but not very thick.

Since the glans was being held by my "wife," I couldn't see it after a few glances, but based on my experience, the glans wouldn't be big, otherwise, how could his wife's vagina still look like that of a virgin? At this moment, I was truly grateful to my crazy, sexy "wife." If it weren't for her timely oral sex on the complicated summer day, I would have worried that the time when "only those who aren't afraid of being cuckolded" would pass very quickly. If "that time" had passed, anyone (including me) who saw their wife "doing" with someone else might feel heartbroken at best, and at worst, they might cry out, "Wife... let's not switch, okay?"... I always "think of the worst-case scenario and strive for the best." With the strong support of my crazy, sexy "wife," the "worst-case scenario" didn't happen, and the "best-case scenario" was beckoning us frequently! "Wife, don't just go crazy... you can enjoy yourself to the fullest, but you can't be depleted... of Xia's [semen bank]... otherwise, I won't be able to explain to Qiu Tong." When I said "explain," I increased the speed of my "piston motion."

My crazy "wife" understood what I wanted her to do. She immediately mounted Xia Ri's penis, pressing her vulva against his pubic bone, grinding against him with varying pressure and speed. This grinding intensifies a woman's pleasure, while a man's pleasure is relatively less intense, but it delays ejaculation, achieving my goal of ensuring she doesn't deplete Xia Ri's "semen bank."

Qiu Tong, with her plump, white buttocks sticking out, hesitated to sit fully, wanting to dodge but unable to escape as I held her slender waist with both hands. She could only brace her hands on the large coffee table in front of her, softly calling out, "Brother... Brother... Slower... Slower... It's too fast... It's going to make a sound..." Heh, so she didn't dislike my rapid thrusting, she was just afraid of being heard.

I didn't penetrate very deeply, it was really just a warm-up. Besides, I hadn't even seen Qiu Tong's vagina yet, and I hadn't figured out her most erogenous zones. I wasn't going to "go all out" in this kind of "encounter." I believe that women must "know themselves and know their enemy" before engaging in sexual activity. Only with this understanding can we achieve twice the result with half the effort.

In Chapter Four, "Someone Knocks on the Door,"

as mentioned in the previous chapter, my cousin's wife's "crazy" approach led us to take the crucial step of "exchanging partners." Logically, the next step should have been passionate sex, but we were in a bar with a wooden floor, and any movement would cause a creaking sound. Considering the reasons mentioned in the previous chapter, I hinted to my wife to stop. My wife was very proactive and quickly reached orgasm; in summer, most men don't feel much from a woman's "grinding"—men need to use "poke" to find the feeling.

Qiu Tong didn't either, only her vaginal fluids increased. My abrupt stop greatly whetted this beauty's appetite. I immediately thought I had to whet her appetite so that tonight, when we were alone in that standard room—not a bridal chamber, but feeling even better than one—we, as temporary "spouses," could have a wildly exciting time, feeling like newlyweds!

We immediately agreed that starting tonight, we would officially swap partners for three days (including the day we separated and the day we parted). Not only would we take turns sleeping, but we would also swap "lifestyles." After the swap, the original partners wouldn't disturb the new partners unless absolutely necessary. We also emphasized that before parting, each of us would share our true feelings… Everyone agreed.

We didn't eat much for dinner, partly out of excitement, and partly for health reasons. We ordered some fruits and snacks for a late-night snack. We also strolled along the wooden walkway, showing off our clothes and singing, trying to create a prelude to the "official swap," building an atmosphere that even we ourselves found somewhat intoxicating and exciting.

Just after eleven o'clock, my "wife" was getting impatient. She quietly slipped over and asked me, "How much longer… are we going to play? I'm thinking of going to…sleep." I knew what she meant by "sleep," but I pretended not to understand and said casually, "Ah, then go to sleep first, we'll play a little longer." "Hmm...you know...I can't sleep alone," she said bluntly, becoming quite flirtatious. "Who told you to go to sleep alone?" I wanted to tease her. "Didn't you just tell me to go to sleep first, and you guys...want to play a little longer?" Her mind was like Duan Yu's Six Meridian Divine Sword, sometimes sharp, sometimes completely unreliable.

"I told you...the couple to go to sleep, we...the couple will play a little longer...oh." I also knew a bit of the Murong family's martial arts technique of "using their own methods against them," so I said the first part to her, and the last part was an "oh" to Qiu Tong beside me. Qiu Tong knew I was teasing my "wife," and she wanted to laugh but was too embarrassed. She wanted to leave but felt it wouldn't be appropriate, so she pretended to comb her hair. If her hands weren't on her hair but holding a pipa, she would resemble a classical beauty, radiant and alluring. However, even the way she was combing her hair was undeniably captivating.

After saying "Oh" to Qiu Tong, I tried to talk to my "wife" again, but she was nowhere to be seen. Looking up, I saw her pulling Xia Ri towards the exit. I wondered why my "wife" was so quick, when Qiu Tong laughed and said, "You were only halfway through your sentence when I ran off to grab my husband..." "What, your husband? I... I'm right here..." I said, pointing to the bridge of my nose. I knew Qiu Tong would blush when I said that, and I loved seeing beautiful women blush, so I stared at her face.

Sure enough, as soon as I finished speaking, Qiu Tong's face flushed crimson. She said coquettishly, "You're so annoying," and turned to walk towards the exit. I was worried that my "wife" might cause some trouble again, but seeing Qiu Tong walking away, how could I not understand what she meant? I caught up with her in two steps, took her slender hand, and walked out of the dance hall side by side.

Our room was in the front building of the hotel. Because we arrived late, the ground floor of the back building was already full of guests (they didn't know how dangerous the back building was). Fortunately, there were still rooms in the front. Although the front building was closer to the road and a bit noisy during the day, it was relatively quiet at night. The back building was the opposite: quiet during the day and noisy at night, because there was a water bar and a dance hall for guests to entertain themselves not far away. Just now, when we left, there were a few people with terrible voices howling there. I heard they were going to howl all night. If we stayed in the back building, our "changing" process would be ruined by such noise, even if we didn't get sick, it would be a huge disappointment. The key was that there were rooms on the ground floor of the front building. Although the floors were also wooden, they were close to the ground, so even if we were having a fierce battle, we wouldn't have to worry about disturbing anyone's sleep.

Qiu Tong and I walked through the lobby and into the guest room corridor. The "couple" was no longer in sight. My first thought was, "Wow, that was fast," followed by, "Thank goodness" (nothing went wrong). I originally wanted to check if there were any surveillance cameras or anything like that in the corridor, but I quickly realized it was inappropriate and reminded Qiu Tong not to look around too much, lest we be seen as "sneaking around."

Upon reaching the room door, I took out my key and asked Qiutong to open it (psychological test). Qiutong took it, but her hand trembled slightly as she opened the door. I held her beige trench coat in one arm and used my other hand to hold her trembling hand.

After entering and locking the door, Qiutong leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh. Her high, firm breasts heaved, seemingly still a little nervous. "How are you... tired?" I asked with concern. She nodded and said, "A little... nervous." Hey, I know you're nervous, that's why I deliberately said you were tired. Why did you translate "tired" literally? But I didn't tease Qiutong like that. I just smiled and said, "Um... I'm a little..."

Just then, the laughter of the "couple" next door drifted over. The summer's "haha" and the "wife's" "hehe" were so distinct. I was about to knock on the not-so-soundproof wooden wall to tell them to stop being so "outrageous" when Qiu Tong suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Brother... don't... my husband... he rarely laughs like that." I immediately understood the deeper meaning behind Qiu Tong stopping me from knocking; she really did want to make her husband happy, which was why she spearheaded this "change." Now, with two "leaders" in the same room, guess what I thought of?

—I won't give you a hint—I thought of that line I said not long ago at the beginning: "For my wife, I'd even sleep with a woman I don't even want." It must have moved the heavens to send such a beautiful and charming young woman, more beautiful than all my former lovers, to be with me... "Brother... when are you taking a shower?" Qiu Tong asked, seemingly expectantly.

While helping her hang up her coat, I said to her, "You shower first, I want to have a smoke..." Qiu Tong didn't say anything, just grabbed the things women like to take when they go out and went into the bathroom. Wow~, you think I don't want to have a romantic bath together? But this was our first night after all, and I really didn't want to rush things or write too much about these details. If I wrote it all down now, how would I get through the next two days?

I quickly made the bed, took off my clothes, threw my shoes and socks aside, and put on the soft-soled slippers that my wife had specifically asked me to take with me when we left. (Note: A "friend" commented that they didn't know how I "asked for leave" for my wife. Actually, there are many reasons to "benevolently conceal" something, but you can't cry wolf all the time. I'll let my wife explain it herself here.) Looking at these brand-new slippers, the scene of my wife seeing me off involuntarily flashed through my mind... "You must be careful when you go to the meeting this time, and don't drink too much," my wife said as she tidied up the slippers for me, nagging as usual. "After the meeting, you said you were going to meet up with some old classmates, and even wanted to go on a three-day road trip. You absolutely mustn't drink, okay? I know you like driving. You said all those classmates have cars, but none of them can drive as well as you. You absolutely mustn't drive after drinking. Even if you're lucky and don't have an accident, it's still a violation. In the future, drunk driving might even be a crime..." (Keeping a good name out of your wife is as simple as my name.)

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and a cloud of steam billowed out. Qiu Tong, wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, gracefully emerged. Her figure, radiant after the shower, was like a fairy, glowing in the dim light of the "new house"... I was momentarily stunned, until the cigarette smoke stung my fingers, and I finally snapped back to reality with a gasp. "What... don't you recognize me?" Qiu Tong, though still somewhat shy, also possessed a natural grace. She slowly approached me and extended her hand. I was so excited, and just as I was about to pull her into my arms, she waved her hand in front of my eyes: "The water temperature is just right... Here... you should go wash too..." Only then did I realize that what Qiu Tong was waving in front of me was a large bath towel.

When I came out of the bathroom, Qiu Tong was already lying on the bed, covered with the blanket I had just made. It's now October, the golden autumn month. The daytime sunshine is warm and pleasant, but at night, while the autumn wind isn't quite chilly, there's a hint of coolness. When Qiu Tong saw me come out of the bath, she turned to lie on her side facing me, smiling slightly: "Wow...you washed so quickly...oh." I knew she was just joking.

Ever since our "warm-up" at the Maple Forest, it seems she's already seen me as her "new husband." At dinner, she even served me some food, and after dinner, she made me tea and asked with concern how it tasted. Later at the dance hall, she danced with me, and our duet of "Husband and Wife Returning Home Together" was so beautifully enunciated, earning enthusiastic applause from the audience.

Thinking of all this, my gaze naturally fell on Qiu Tong's reclining body. Although she was covered by a blanket, her graceful figure was outlined by the blanket, making her incredibly alluring. Just admiring her like this, my penis suddenly became aroused and stood erect.

"Brother, aren't you cold? Be careful not to catch a cold..." Qiu Tong said with concern when she saw me staring at her blankly, and stretched out her jade arm to pull up the corner of the blanket, gesturing for me to quickly crawl into the blanket she had "warmed" for me. After her reminder, I did feel a cool sensation on my body, so I pulled off the bath towel wrapped around my waist, and with my hard penis erect, I crawled into the blanket that Qiu Tong had pulled up for me.

"Oh dear, you...you're not...not wearing anything..." Although we had already "made love," Qiu Tong still blushed with embarrassment when she suddenly saw my erect "little brother," and hid under the blanket. "Why bother wearing anything? With such a beautiful woman like this, I'm so anxious, I don't care about dressing up... This is much more convenient, saves me the trouble of taking it off now..."

As I said this, I had already pulled Qiu Tong's soft, delicate body, still wearing her nightgown, into my arms. I kissed her passionately while fumbling to untie the straps of her nightgown. Just as I was about to reveal her smooth, alabaster shoulders and her not-so-plump, jade-like arms, Qiu Tong kept softly crying out, "Oh... no... don't take it off... it's so cold..."

As I pulled the blanket up to cover her gradually exposed body, I continued to peel away Qiu Tong's veils under the covers. Qiu Tong kept squirming, her hands gently resisting my touch as I peeled off her clothes. But she seemed to be deliberately a step behind me; I had already removed her bra before she used her hands to cover her breasts, which bounced around like jade rabbits. I had even pulled down her panties before she covered her genitals with her hands... Every time I removed a piece of embroidered gauze from her body, I tossed it out of the blanket, and with each toss, she would let out a soft "ouch"... Actually, I already understood that from the moment I entered this room, Qiu Tong was already somewhat confused and infatuated. Nervousness, shyness, and excitement must have been intertwined, making her want to maintain what little reserve she had left, but even more eager to test my tenderness towards her. Her "late" hands and soft "ouch" sounds were actually conveying a "temptation" to me, subtly reminding me to add a few more intoxicating atmospheres to our first night together. I love women who are both reserved and alluring, subtly seducing and teasing without being overtly obvious!

I once heard a refined senior classmate compare a young girl to a poem and a married woman to prose. He preferred to "read" prose rather than "read" poetry (Note: Here, "young girl" refers to a genuine virgin, not simply someone who is "young"). Although I am not a scholar (I prefer martial arts to literature), I have read some works like "The Literary Mind and the Carving of Dragons," so I will elaborate a bit here—a young girl is like a poem, but those poems are often vague, disjointed, and difficult to understand. Just the phrase "a young girl's heart is like the clouds in the sky" is enough to make me hesitate. If I were to "read" this poetic young girl, I would certainly lack the "comprehension" and "patience."

But I have a particular fondness for reading essays (and with young women). Essays may seem loose in form, but they are cohesive in spirit. They appear to be "written casually," yet they are "tightly linked" (coy and seductive), and they are "easy to read" (quick to get started with), "flowing smoothly" (smooth and without digressions), and leave a lasting impression! Tonight is our first night together, so how could I not read Qiu Tong's essay, a rare gem and a "popular" piece, carefully selected over ten years?

In no time, Qiu Tong was completely naked. She no longer resisted; instead, she embraced me. We held each other tightly, rolling half a circle inward and then half a circle outward under the covers—we couldn't roll a full circle. Even in our passion, we remembered this was a single bed in a standard room; rolling a full circle would hurt us badly. "Yours… is so hard…" Qiu Tong hinted that we could start having sex. While rolling, my penis rubbed against her vulva. This eager rubbing was very tempting to a mature woman.

But I didn't intend to penetrate her yet. I wasn't just rubbing against her like this to build suspense; I wanted to increase the temperature. I needed to observe her shape and eventually pull back the covers. If we didn't get a little warm, Qiu Tong would catch a cold, and I might cough. It would be so disappointing if we were both bedridden for the next two days! Of course, I could "go in" to increase the "exercise," but that would inevitably lead to excessive vaginal discharge, affecting my judgment. Besides, I have a penchant for "tasting fresh meat" (licking vaginas), but that must be done beforehand to be "authentic." I would never "insert and then lick" like Westerners do; would that still be fresh? No, it would be tainted!

"Brother... yours... is so... hard..." Qiu Tong seemed to think I didn't understand her subtext, "You're so beautiful and charming, any man would..." I gently stroked Qiu Tong's back, slowly moving my head to her chest, using my lips and tongue to suck and lick her nipples. Although she let out a few soft "ahs," her body didn't react much. "You... guess... what I'm... thinking about right now..." Qiu Tong shifted her body, touched my hard penis again, and stroked my hair.

Heh, do I even need to guess? I looked up at her bright, captivating eyes and said rather bluntly, "You must be thinking, 'Now that I've got you under my thumb, why shouldn't I fuck you?' right?" "Oh...why...why are you like this..." Qiu Tong blushed deeply at my bluntness, the blush quickly spreading to her ears. "So direct, isn't it? Don't you like...me being so direct with you...about what I think...and what I feel?" I continued, seeing her coquettish look at me. "If I'm right, you'll nod..."

Qiu Tong didn't nod, but playfully blinked a few times, her long eyelashes fluttering behind her eyelids. Seeing her ears turn crimson, I took her earlobe into my lips and sucked on it with my nimble tongue. After only a few gentle breaths, Qiu Tong gasped deeply and groaned twice. I noticed her body tremble slightly, and she shook her head, seemingly trying to pull her earlobe out of my mouth. "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" I asked tentatively. "No...it's...itchy...so itchy," Qiu Tong replied bluntly, perhaps influenced by my directness. Haha, after only scouting two or three "hotspots," I'd already discovered her "sensitive area."

Women's sensitive areas and methods of stimulation are truly different for everyone. "Are you hot?" I saw Qiu Tong stretch her arms out from under the blanket, so I whispered to her, "I want to see your lower body... I've been wanting to see it since we were in the private room at the bar, but as your husband, I'm afraid you..." "My husband... is right here..." Qiu Tong playfully tapped my head with her hand, "Haven't you ever seen a woman's... before?... What's so... interesting..." Despite her words, she obediently sat up. Afraid she'd catch a cold, I wrapped the blanket around her upper body, then lay between her legs, carefully admiring the vulva that had already been "sit" on, but was now "long-awaited"... Qiu Tong's vulva was fair and smooth, with sparse but glossy black pubic hair on the mons pubis. Her vulva was slightly raised, not as high as a "steamed bun vulva," but not as flat as a "butterfly vulva." When you pried open the two labia of her vulva, the clitoris, as small as a soybean, was revealed. The clitoris was brightly colored, pinkish-red, and although small, it was quite firm. Below the clitoris were two thin strips of flesh connecting two fleshy buds that were half "streamlined" and half "oval," which were the familiar "labia minora." The labia minora were slightly longer than those of a "steamed bun vulva," but far less wide and imposing than those of a "butterfly vulva."

Its color blends seamlessly with the vibrant hues of the clitoris, the inner wall of the vulva, and the edges of the vaginal opening. There's no melanin deposition on the labia, indicating the woman doesn't have frequent sexual activity and hasn't yet "lived beyond her means." The vaginal opening is small; gently probing the inside reveals what appears to be some firm levator muscles, but the vaginal walls lack definition, being relatively smooth and flat—wider in the front, narrower in the back. Therefore

, I quickly concluded that the advantage of this type of vagina, as I mentioned before, is that it won't "grow wider with each step," while its weakness is that it's far less absorbent than a vagina with defined "grooves." Then, I quickly "searched" my memory and realized that this type of vagina is what people commonly call a "bamboo tube vagina" (the above description is only of Qiu Tong's vagina and shouldn't be generalized; I can't verify it by searching on Baidu, so it's just for a laugh). My eyes were on the ground, and my mind was racing: now that I knew the terrain inside and out, I immediately devised a joint operation plan to launch a surprise attack on the earlobe with the main force of the "bamboo tube"—first, I would use a feint attack like "pacifying the Central Plains" (i.e., the "missionary style") to gradually get her into the zone, and then finally use "taking fire from across the mountain" (rear insertion) to directly attack the G-spot on the anterior wall of the vagina, leaving her in a mess and completely defeated!

Thinking of this, I stared lustfully at my "newlywed wife" and said, "I really want to... come in... could you... spread your [little sister] a little wider like you did this afternoon..." "It's so cold outside, we... should stay under the covers... it's warmer..." Qiu Tong said, and quickly crawled under the covers, seemingly feeling the chill from my earlier staring. I had no choice but to crawl under the covers, pressing myself against Qiu Tong, kissing her peach-blossom-like face. While letting my penis rub against her legs, I repeated my earlier question, adding, "I'm afraid that rubbing against you... will hurt you."

Qiu Tong didn't speak, but I sensed that she not only spread her legs but also reached out and grasped my penis, placing it at her opening. This time, my penis stopped rubbing and gently inserted its head into her small opening, then slowly pushed the entire shaft and tip inside. When it reached the fleshy mound at the end of her passage, Qiu Tong let out a muffled groan. "Was it comfortable...? The way I went in just now...it must have felt good if it went in slowly, right?" "Hmm, don't be so direct...okay, it's kind of embarrassing to ask like that..." "Wife, but we only have three days...no, we only have two days now, if we don't get straight to the point, we're just wasting time..." We chatted (verbal communication) while having sex (physical communication) like this. At the beginning of our encounter, I was always so polite. At this moment, the "couple" next door seemed to be progressing faster than us. I could already hear the creaking of the bed against the floor (our rooms are next to each other, and we both put our beds against the partition wall in the middle, so if we make any big movements, we can hear each other).

I rested my elbows on the outside of Qiu Tong's shoulders and placed my hands on her breasts, which, although not very big, were very firm. I rubbed her two erect nipples lightly and heavily, fast and slow. My thrusts were slow, almost a few shallow "insertions" and "scratches" before a deep touch to her clitoris—the well-known "nine shallow, one deep" technique. The "shallow" part refers to those few shallow "insertions" and "scratches," the slower the better for the woman. However, some men can't resist, leading to the saying, "Nine shallow thrusts are lazy, one deep thrust is serious."

But my "nine shallow, one deep" was the opposite. The "nine shallow" thrusts were genuine, but the "one deep" thrust only used eight or nine units of force. Why? Because my "little brother" had only touched the fleshy mound at the end of Qiu Tong's secret passage a few times when the beauty's brows furrowed, and she moaned softly, seemingly uncomfortable. "How...does it hurt?" Every frown and grimace of Qiu Tong's didn't escape my wolf-like keen eyes. "Hmm...a little..." Under my "infectious" influence, Qiu Tong also became more direct.

"You...Brother Xia's...never...touched...it?" I asked curiously. "No...no...it didn't touch me...but it didn't hurt as much as yours..." I suddenly realized: the same "clothes" worn by two "brothers" of the same height, one fat and one thin, makes the thin one look longer and the fat one look shorter. Besides, my "brother" is "taller" when it stands up. Qiu Tong's "sister" is "wearing" on my burly "brother", making the already "tall" "sister" look much shorter and fatter.

I held Qiutong tightly, heartbroken, apologizing repeatedly. Qiutong comforted me, saying, "Don't... you'll get used to it... it'll be fine..." Women adapt so quickly. I had only been kissing her lips, caressing her breasts, and teasing her with my penis for over ten minutes, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly, when she was frowning. Now, her eyes were bright with affection, and she was softly moaning with a smile.

Seeing Qiutong enjoying her soft moans, I felt like I heard the call to attack. My lips pressed tightly against hers, and then we began a passionate exchange, our tongues mingling... My hands would gently knead her breasts, then caress her round buttocks; my penis would thrust deeply like a storm, then leisurely pluck a flower's heart... If Qiutong were a poetic maiden, how could I dare to be so unrestrained and unrestrained? But with a mature young woman as delicate as an essay, I naturally put in extra effort and care… “Oh…brother…you…are so amazing…I’ve rarely felt this…comfortable…oh!”

Qiu Tong’s “oh” was the sound I made as I thrust into her clitoris. As I increased the speed of my thrusts, Qiu Tong’s moans grew louder and louder. Overwhelmed by pleasure, she kicked the wooden partition wall a few times. Just as I was about to change positions and launch my final assault, there was a rapid knocking at the door! In

Chapter Five, “Teaching and Learning from Each Other,”

I mentioned that I was just about to change positions and launch my final assault on Qiu Tong’s “bamboo tube cunt” when there was a rapid knocking at the door. This sound startled both Qiu Tong and me. I quickly wrapped myself in a bath towel and opened the door. Standing outside was the “couple” from next door. Xia Ri was so anxious, and my wife’s cousin was also fuming.

When I first saw them standing outside the door, I assumed they were having a fight since their "newlywed" marriage. So I took off the security chain, let them into the room, and closed the door. Just as I was about to ask them what was wrong, Xia Ri suddenly rushed to the bedside, pulled back the covers from Qiu Tong, and turned her body around to look at her. While looking, he anxiously asked, "Wife, what...what's wrong? What...what happened?" When Xia Ri pulled back the covers, Qiu Tong's face turned so red with embarrassment that I can't even describe it—in the rush, she hadn't been wearing anything, only the covers covering her naked body. With Xia Ri pulling back the covers, her body was completely exposed to everyone. How could a demure and dignified young woman like her withstand such public display? Especially being turned around and displayed like that by Xia Ri! It would be strange if Qiu Tong's face wasn't red! Qiu Tong, humiliated by this sudden "exhibition," burst into tears and sobbed softly.

"What...what's wrong with him?" I asked my wife's cousin sharply. My wife's cousin quickly explained, "It's not my fault...he heard his wife yelling and kicking over here...and worried something had happened...he insisted on coming to check...I couldn't stop him..." "Damn it, worried something would happen? What could happen!" I couldn't help but feel a surge of inexplicable anger and questioned Xia Ri sharply. Xia Ri hadn't realized that I was already "filled with rage," and was still trying to explain: "I thought...you did something to my wife." "What would I do to your wife?...I fucked her!" I clenched my fists, the muscles in my arms bulging, looking truly frightening. By this time, Qiu Tong had calmed down. Wiping away her tears, she wrapped the blanket around her naked body, walked to my side, and took my hand, saying, "Brother, let it go... My husband is only doing this for my own good... He's worried about me..." "Worried about what?" I turned my question to Qiu Tong, but my tone had changed from anger to calm. Perhaps I was too angry with that "couple" to speak, even asking such a "low-level" question.

Seeing my question, Qiu Tong must have thought I was teasing her. Her face suddenly turned red, and she almost laughed through her tears, but she was too embarrassed to actually laugh. I can only describe her as having a "smile that she couldn't quite manage," her eyebrows arched, her lips slightly upturned, and she bit her lower lip as she said to me, "What is my husband worried about... Brother, you know... don't you know..."

Xia Ri, like a child who had done something wrong, stood silently to the side. My wife's cousin, however, immediately picked up where Qiu Tong left off, saying, "Xia Ri is worried that his wife... can't handle your big cock... I've told him that a woman's thing can be big or small... big enough to give birth, small enough to feel even with just a finger, but he's still worried..." "Really?... Brother Xia, we've known each other for so long, don't you know I'm not... a man who doesn't know how to 'cherish a woman'?"—At that moment, I wanted to say, "Don't you know I'm not the kind of man who 'saves his own wife but raves about other men's wives,'" but I held back, afraid that Qiu Tong would be hurt by those words.

Then, half-jokingly and half-seriously, I said to Xia Ri, "I'll tell you now, so you won't worry about your wife... ah, no, now... my wife, I've shortened my cock to fuck her..." Seeing his somewhat disbelieving look, I turned to Qiu Tong and said, "I know you're embarrassed to say... is it true or not? Here's what we'll do: I'll turn away from you two. If I'm telling the truth, nod to Brother Xia; if not, shake your head..." After saying that, I actually turned around and faced the wall opposite the bed.

That wall was the one with the TV. In the mirror on the wall, I saw Qiu Tong nodding to her real husband. Who knew that this half-joking "joke" would cause me so much trouble? Brother Xia insisted I transform myself for him... I was dizzy... This "transformation" was only for the woman I admired; how could I transform myself in front of a man? But later I understood what Brother Xia meant. He didn't want it to be shorter; he wanted his penis to be longer and thicker!

I said with a wry smile, "Your dick is long enough already. Any longer, and you want to fuck your wife... ah... no... my wife to death right now?" My purely joking remark was like a magnitude 9 earthquake and subsequent tsunami in Japan, greatly surprising the man and two women present (my wife's cousin was "pretending to be nonchalant"). Sigh, it seems... it's time to give them a... sex education lesson.

Hearing that I was going to give them a lesson, the three of them "sat in a row" on the bed. This made Xia the happiest. He sat in the middle, hugging my wife's cousin on his left and his "swapped" wife on his right. The blanket was covering all three of them, and there were definitely hands groping under the blanket... Look, Qiu Tong's face is flushed from being touched, and she's secretly watching my reaction. My wife's cousin is glancing at me while whispering sweet nothings to her "swapped" husband. Only Xia is the most honest, looking at me intently. "Hmph, it seems the most honest person is always the most dishonest. Thinking of 'You're hopeless,' I yelled, 'Class dismissed!'

" "Oh, actually, they already know what you're trying to say… You're just trying to say… women prefer smaller penises, right? These kinds of things only carry weight when said by us women… Oh!" My wife's cousin, seeing I was about to lose my temper again, immediately stepped in to smooth things over. She told me about a beautiful woman's marriage advertisement, where, at the end of her self-introduction and the conditions for her "partner," she made this shocking statement—"A penis of medium to small size is ideal; anything above medium is out of the question."

The best partner is truly something else—I just said a long penis is bad for women, and she already knows to use the idea of beautiful women liking smaller penises to prop me up! See how effective that is! "Why is that… Sister?" Xia Ri asked my wife's cousin. "Because this beautiful woman is an OB-GYN," the wife's cousin said, tapping her husband's forehead. "She knows that if a penis gets too long, a woman is more prone to cervicitis, and if cervicitis isn't treated properly, it can turn into cancer..." "Ah..." "...Actually, what women like most is the slow movement of a penis inside the vagina, slow and very stimulating, and the feeling of the glans going in and out, the squeezing and throbbing sensation... Even a smaller penis can excite a woman just the same way... Oh..."

At this moment, Xia Ri kept nodding his head because he believed that my wife's cousin was also a "doctor" (that's what we say, I'm the teacher and my "wife" is the doctor). Qiu Tong's face was a little red. She seemed genuinely interested in "sex counseling": "I know all of this... Just now, you did it like this... It made me so excited... My husband... has done it too, but he can't last more than a few thrusts before he has to..." She glanced at her husband, Xia Ri, who was quite frank: "Just tell me, I'm useless... I can't last more than a few thrusts before I ejaculate..." Seeing that things had come to this point, I immediately grasped the core of the problem: "Now, Brother Xia, you know it's not that your 'little brother' is small, right? A hoe isn't afraid of being small, as long as the steel is good; a penis isn't afraid of being small, as long as it's full of juice—as long as it has hardness and stamina, it's the best that women like..." As soon as I said this, even though Qiu Tong was a little red, she couldn't help but smile. My wife's cousin patted my shoulder and said, "Wow, my husband is indeed a teacher, so eloquent..." At this moment, Xia Ri seemed a little unhappy. He was obviously annoyed that he hadn't received any substantial help from me, his older brother. "Hey, he's already slept with such a beautiful and obedient wife of his, how can you not help him?"—I said to myself. So, with my left arm around my wife's cousin and my right arm around Qiu Tong, the wife Xia Ri "gave" to me, I used Xia Ri's methods against him (he had just been using both hands on me like that). But after my "revenge," I still gave him the most substantial help.

I said, "The body is the foundation of sex. The body is like this [1]. Wife, children, concubines, mistresses... are like the numbers [0]. When [1] is upright, the more [0] after it, the more meaningful it is; when [1] is lying down, no matter how many [0] after it, it still equals [0]." Then I personally taught Xia Ri a set of the most basic, easiest to learn, and most "perseverance-requiring" "muscle-lifting and pressing training methods" (my own creation). I also told Qiu Tong to go back and search on Baidu for meats and vegetables that can improve penile performance (such as loach, donkey meat, oysters, quail, eggs, seaweed, leeks, green onions, etc.) and learn medicinal cuisine to nourish Xia Ri's body. I also reminded Qiu Tong that some tonics should not be abused and should be used gradually under the guidance of a doctor.

As for what kind of sex positions and techniques can avoid Xia Ri's "inadequacy", I looked at Qiu Tong, who was very concerned about her husband, and gave her a lewd smile: "Well, I'll teach you later... What, you want to know now?... Aren't you afraid... to perform... a live sex show in front of them?" I said, making Qiu Tong blush and hide under the covers.

Later, I took out a few "buttons" (Thai royal treasures) that I always carry with me for emergencies and gave them to Xia Ri, saying that they were for external use and he could try them. I also briefly told him how to apply them. Summer asked me excitedly, "How's the effect?" I said, "It varies from person to person, but I think it's okay. Continued use can make the penis thicker and longer (it needs to be combined with massage, but it's not obvious for me, maybe my 'little brother' has reached its limit), but I think the delay effect is good." And this is exactly the "medicine" that Summer desperately needs to cure her "lack of self-control".

When I said this, I forgot that my wife's cousin was right next to Summer. When she heard me say this, she was about to chase after me and hit me: "Why did you give him this? Aren't you afraid of your wife... can I handle it? He'll be happy if he delays ejaculation... I'm not going to be 'pleased to death'..." I know that my flirtatious wife's cousin likes to play "sibling sex" with men younger than her. This time I brought her out to pretend to be my wife, so that she wouldn't be "pleased to death". How could she do as I said? Sure enough, after chasing me a few times, she grabbed Xia Ri and said in a seductive tone, "Let's go, let's see if what he said is true. If not, we'll come back and settle the score with him..." After the "couple" left, I closed the door and crawled into bed, only to see that Qiu Tong's eyes were red, and she seemed very sad. "What's wrong?" I hugged her and asked, puzzled, but she wouldn't pay any attention to me. I got a little anxious, so I saluted her and bowed to her, really not knowing when I had offended this beauty. Later, when I pressed her, she asked me in a choked voice, "You were so fierce just now, did you... use... that thing?" I didn't understand at first: "Just now? Was I fierce?... Ah, did I fierce you, Xia Ri, and you're still upset?" "Still pretending? It was before they knocked on the door..." "Before? I wasn't fierce to you before, we were still doing it, we were getting better and better together." "Oh my god... I mean, just now you were fucking me... fucking me so fiercely... did you use that 'button' thing?" "Why do you suspect I use that? I'm healthy, so I can have a bigger blast, it's normal..." "Didn't you say that you don't use it when you're with your own wife, because if you do, she won't be able to handle it, but when you're with someone else's wife, you fuck her hard, and you usually use that?" "Oh my god!" Now it was my turn to imitate her crying out to the heavens: "Is the one I'm going to have sex with someone else's wife? It's my own wife... Ouch, don't pinch me... Spread your legs wider, with all this commotion, wife... your pussy is all dry... Spread your pussy wider... my [little brother] is going to come in... Ah!" Before I finished speaking, my penis had already slowly entered Qiu Tong's vagina. With my "Ah," Qiu Tong almost simultaneously let out an "Ah," but my "Ah" was the end of a sentence, while Qiu Tong's "Ah" was the beginning of a moan... The following H, I was really tired, I had H with a mature young woman I love the "one-shot" approach. The previous "pacifying the Central Plains" technique, with its "nine shallow, one deep" and "circling left and right" motions... I fucked Qiu Tong for a full twenty minutes, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, before finally bringing her to a climax. But Qiu Tong's "replaced" husband seriously violated our agreement, ruining all my efforts! Now I have to "start all over again, crossing the mons pubis." Alas, a beautiful night is priceless, and I've wasted this precious time! Looking at the expectant eyes of the beauty beneath me, I could only curse Xia Ri inwardly: "Damn it, you're worried your wife can't handle my big cock, but I'm going to fuck her until she can't take it!"

But after only a few thrusts into her cunt, Qiu Tong cried out softly, "Brother...brother, be gentle...I haven't...I haven't gotten used to it yet...slower...slower..." Hearing her sweet moans, how could I possibly thrust any harder? I'm just that kind of person; I especially sympathize with the weak, especially when the other party is a beautiful woman who has already submitted to me! "Lift your ass up..." After Qiu Tong's crotch was dripping with lustful fluids and her vagina made "plop plop" sounds, I sounded the horn for my all-out attack on the beautiful woman who had submitted. Qiu Tong responded sweetly, kneeling on the bed and raising her round buttocks high.

I was behind her, pressing my hands against her white and elastic round buttocks, first inserting my penis into her vagina along the cleft of her buttocks, then holding her hands behind her back, making her upper body lift up and then lean back. Qiu Tong's back, waist, and buttocks were bent into an "arch" that couldn't bend any further. Her buttocks were pressed tightly against my toes, and my penis was thrusting straight and continuously against the front wall of her vagina.

While I was attacking her vagina, my lips and soft tongue were also constantly sucking and licking Qiu Tong's particularly sensitive earlobe. This "fire-starting-from-the-mountain" position was designed to "attack" Qiu Tong's G-spot on the anterior wall of her vagina. Similar to the "bamboo tube cunt" and "steamed bun cunt," frontal intercourse is mainly for "warming up." Using the "rear-entry" position, the "fire-starting-from-the-mountain" position, or the "woman-on-top" or "beauty sitting" position allows for direct penetration of the G-spot on the anterior wall of the vagina, achieving twice the result with half the effort.

The final assault took only about ten minutes. Qiu Tong's face was flushed, and she was moaning sweetly. Then, she completely collapsed, her vulva a mess. As she approached climax, her body seemed slightly stiff. The tremors, spreading from her vulva, vagina, and thighs throughout her body, were intertwined with slight spasms, giving me a thrilling sensation. I felt a great sense of victory—hehe, I had completely conquered another mysterious bamboo tube cunt!

As I gazed at Qiu Tong, whose eyes were slightly glazed from the climax, with the pride of a victor, her shoulders were already resting on my chest. She said shyly, "Brother... this climax... I haven't felt this pleasure in so long... This 'ecstasy' feeling... is so good... so comfortable... Ah... thank you... brother... ah..."

Hearing her say that, a feeling of pity welled up inside me. I gently put her down and covered us with the blanket. I knew what a beauty needed after an orgasm, so I held her in my arms, caressed her slightly cool skin, and pressed my lips to her face, lightly kissing and sucking, inhaling her unique fragrance… When I woke up the next day, the sun was already high in the sky. Seeing that she was still asleep, I gently pulled back the blanket, intending to feast my eyes on her alluring beauty again. But Qiu Tong woke up at this moment. Seeing me staring at her lustfully, she suddenly realized that she was still naked, her body still bearing the mess of last night's passionate encounter. Her face immediately turned crimson. She quickly put on a bathrobe, and as she walked towards the bathroom, she turned her head and said to me coquettishly, "Aren't you going to wash up? We're going boating later…" Before she could finish speaking, I strode over, picked her up, and hurriedly went into the bathroom for a "couple's bath" with her.

After bathing and eating, we waited for the couple at the boat rental place on the Qingshui River for a while before they finally arrived. I asked them how effective the "button" was. Xia Ri said it was good, but my wife's cousin said it wasn't. I quickly asked why, and Xia Ri said that shortly after applying the medicine, he felt a burning heat in his penis, and during intercourse, it remained erect, as if he had "retained his ejaculation for a long time." I said that was good, which meant the "button" was used correctly. My wife's cousin retorted sharply, "What a load of rubbish! He did manage to 'last longer to ejaculate,' but I also had a much longer delay in reaching orgasm. I usually climax after ten minutes of rubbing, but last night, I rubbed for over half an hour and still didn't experience an orgasm!" Hearing this, I pondered for a long time before asking them how long they had waited after using the medication. They both said about ten minutes. I laughed. This medication requires a wait of over forty minutes before intercourse. Otherwise, the medication won't be fully absorbed by the glans and frenulum, causing the woman's previously sensitive area to become less sensitive, thus delaying ejaculation (this is just my analysis). My wife's cousin complained that I hadn't explained things clearly last night and started hitting me again. I parried while laughing, "You're still hitting me? Last night you were the one who forgot the words 'it took over forty minutes to ejaculate.' If you hit me again, you might lose something else, so you won't experience an orgasm tonight either..." Hearing this, the crazy cousin finally stopped.

We rented two double-oared boats. The two couples, each in their own boat, cruised slowly down the river, one after the other. Qiu Tong and I were in front, the other couple behind. At first, we weren't far apart, but gradually they fell behind. Qiu Tong wanted me to stop and wait for them, but I said no need; the river didn't have many forks, we wouldn't get lost, and they could catch up slowly.

Seeing that I was rowing faster, Qiu Tong told me to slow down. I gave her a lewd smile: "We're going to a nice place soon, almost there..." Hearing me say "a nice place," Qiu Tong's face suddenly turned red. The first "nice place" I mentioned was "Sitting in the Maple Forest," where we made love while sitting, taking our first step in "exchange." Qiu Tong was particularly sensitive to "nice places" now, and seeing my lewd smile, she naturally knew that some romantic sex awaited us somewhere ahead.

After turning a small bend, we arrived at a place with many tour boats. There was a large cave there, its entrance rising more than two meters above the river. The entrance was very spacious, and the stone walls on both sides of the cave shimmered with starlight, displaying both mesmerizing laser illusions and safety (emergency) guide lights to direct the tour boats deeper into the cave. Since I had been there before and was quite familiar with the cave, I rowed the boat straight into its depths. The cave had many branches, and the further we rowed, the dimmer the lights became. I asked Qiutong to turn on the flashlight we had received when renting the boat and lean over the bow to light the way for me.

I went in and out of small caves, and soon we arrived at a small cave with no tour boat lights in front and no oars behind, and very dim lighting. "Brother, why aren't you rowing?" Qiutong leaned over the bow, turning her head to ask me, flashlight in hand. "We're here..." I let the tour boat move slowly forward with its momentum, while unbuckling the belt. "What a great place this is, there's nothing here..." Qiu Tong seemed to know the answer already. I patted Qiu Tong's round buttocks: "How could there be nothing... The 'great place' is right here, quickly stick your butt out, let brother... show off his waist fire" (show off waist fire: a dialect term for eroticism).

Qiu Tong didn't hesitate at all, she slowly stuck her butt out, and I pulled her panties down to her knees. I rubbed my big cock against her white and tender buttocks and vulva, and soon her vagina was wet, glistening in the dim light. After I slowly inserted my cock, she leaned on the bow of the boat, slowly twisting her waist, welcoming the slow thrusting of my cock in her vagina, and turned her head to say to me: "Brother... you're so healthy... I'm so happy..." I stammered in response, gradually increasing the speed of my thrusting, and this time it was very fast, and I ejaculated a thick amount of semen into Qiu Tong's vagina.

When we finished cleaning up the "battlefield" and rowed the boat out of the cave, the "couple" were outside the entrance. Seeing us come out, Xia Ri asked, "Is there anything interesting inside?" I said, "Yes." My wife's cousin asked, "What is it?" I said, "Someone's having sex in there." Hearing this, the "couple" got excited and rowed straight towards us, asking in unison, "Where?" I rowed the boat past their bow, telling them to follow me, and they would see the backs of the couple who had been having sex. The "couple" followed our boat closely, still asking, "Where? Where?" Qiu Tong turned around and said to me coquettishly, "You're so annoying!" before turning away shyly. I saw her ears were flushed. After

docking, we went to lunch. After lunch, we each took a short nap, and in the afternoon, we agreed to visit the ancient Baolun Temple. Baolun Temple is a sacred Buddhist site, a place for seeking enlightenment. Although we are not Buddhists, we dared not be presumptuous. We simply rang the bell and chime, offered incense, and made wishes that we ourselves did not wish to speak of. Outside the temple was a small street with many vendors selling "souvenirs." I suddenly realized that it was fate that our two couples had "exchanged" here. As the saying goes, "It takes a thousand years of cultivation to share a boat ride, and ten thousand years to share a pillow." My three days as "husband and wife" with Qiutong, though not ten thousand years, certainly had a connection of more than a few thousand years. So I decided to buy her a small but meaningful souvenir.

I wandered around the street and only reluctantly chose a "jade pen holder." The jade pen holder was entirely emerald green and the workmanship was quite exquisite. The central body of the pen holder was carved with patterns, and on both sides were two soaring jade dragons. I have a particular reverence for dragons. Leaving aside their ability to soar through the clouds and dive into the sea, the fact that they are the totem of our ancestors, with emperors called "Sons of Heaven" and us "Descendants of the Dragon," speaks volumes about their significance among the Chinese people. When I gave Qiu Tong the jade pen holder and explained that I was in a rush tomorrow and wouldn't have time to find another souvenir, she said, "Brother, wait a minute, I'll go pick out a souvenir too."

A moment later, Qiu Tong came to me and handed me her chosen souvenir. It was also a jade pen holder, but instead of two flying dragons, the carved sides of the tube featured two jade phoenixes with outstretched wings. "Good...good!" I gave her a jade dragon, and she returned the favor with a jade phoenix—perfectly matched! Very interesting.

"Brother...how...do you already know what your sister...is thinking and what she's contemplating?" Qiu Tong asked with a smile after I said yes. Goodness, Qiu Tong! She remembered everything I said so clearly! Hearing Qiu Tong's question, I realized she had a deeper meaning. So I boldly guessed she was comparing our three days of "marriage" to a "dragon and phoenix in harmony"! I asked her if that was true. This time, Qiu Tong didn't blush; she looked at me and nodded. I knew she had not only accepted my "directness" but had also become much more "direct" herself.

On the way back, holding the jade phoenix pen holder Qiu Tong had given me, I said to her, "Let's play a word game, make up some couplets, okay?" She looked at me and nodded happily. I looked at the "souvenir" for a while and said, "I'll use the jade phoenix pen holder you gave me as the first line of the couplet—'Red phoenixes face the sun, flying in pairs, beautiful and vibrant.' Here, 'red' refers to the red phoenix crown, not just one phoenix. 'Vibrant and vibrant' refers to the bright colors..." Since it was spoken aloud, without written words, I only provided this explanation.

"Ah...then...where's your 'yang'?" Qiu Tong, the "examiner," was quite strict and serious. "This 'yang,' isn't it round? I just took the cross-section of the pen holder's theme..." I said this, but in my heart I was thinking: Qiu Tong, why are you still so honest and so stupid? Doesn't this upright "pen holder" look like a man's erect "phallus"? My "phoenix facing the sun" here is a double entendre. You only understood one meaning. The second meaning alludes to a woman performing oral sex on a man. How come you didn't understand? But I couldn't say it out loud, because if I did, it would ruin Qiu Tong's "scenery" of thinking about how to come up with a matching line. Qiu Tong was quite "quick-witted." After thinking for a while, she came up with a matching line—"Two dragons soaring around the jade beam."

I, the grader, was also very strict and only gave her 60 points. Qiu Tong was unconvinced and asked me why I deducted so much. I said, "We're husband and wife, and I went easy on you. Otherwise, you would have failed." Qiu Tong nodded in admission that her antithesis wasn't very well-structured... I said, "Your 'double dragons' is very good against my 'phoenix,' and 'soaring' is acceptable against 'rising sun' (she used a verb against my verb-object structure, barely acceptable), but using 'encircling the jade beam' against my 'double flying beauty' is too far-fetched, especially since she only cared about the tones, turning the vertical 'pillar' into a horizontal 'beam'; furthermore, 'jade' being used so directly here is also unacceptable..." "Then... you put one in your antithesis... let me hear it..." Although Qiu Tong was convinced by me, she didn't let me off easily. I thought for a moment and said, "As long as my score is higher, I'll consider it a win." Qiu Tong nodded. Haha, she fell for it again… So, my first step was to ensure our scores remained the same, so I used Qiu Tong's "Double Dragons Soaring," adding 60 points to myself. Then, seeing we were getting closer to the hotel, I didn't think much of it and just blurted out—"Double Dragons Soaring into the Cave." Qiu Tong laughed loudly, "Your 'into the cave' isn't 'Double Dragons Soaring'! You said you'd get a higher score than me…" I grabbed Qiu Tong's hand, stopping her from going any further; if we went any further, we'd reach the hotel. I said, "When two dragons enter a cave, can't they only enter one at a time? I have a 'hidden one' to 'revealed two' here; besides, this is a 'realistic allegory': 'Phoenixes Facing the Sun, Double Dragons Soaring,' you've heard of 'double dragons soaring,' right?" It refers to sexual intercourse between "two women and one man"; my answer, "two dragons soaring into the cave," is a veiled reference to sexual intercourse between "two men and one woman." The parallelism is perfect, so it deserves 10 points… My revealing of the scoring criteria and the score had already made Qiu Tong blush furiously. She pounded my chest, saying, "Oh, brother… you're so bad… so… vulgar!" "No, no… I am lustful, but lust is a man's natural instinct. I pride myself on having tasteful lust, that is, 'liking the new without being tired of the old, being romantic without being vulgar'…" After I finished speaking, Qiu Tong broke free from my hand, running towards the hotel while occasionally turning back to "hate" me. Her appearance was truly captivating, "a single frown can evoke a hundred charms"… Originally, our wordplay on the way back and the nonsense we spouted in front of the hotel were just impromptu jokes out of boredom, and shouldn't be taken seriously. Back at the hotel, I casually put it aside. Qiu Tong seemed to have been "stimulated," not only ignoring me but also appearing lost in thought and sighing. Seeing her like that, my heart ached, but I couldn't find the right words to comfort her. At dinner, she even "broke the rules," pulling her "swapped" husband aside and "murmuring" for a long time, seemingly planning some kind of "punishment" against me.

Sigh, thinking that this "swapping" game would end tomorrow morning, I could only "remain unchanged," "leave it to fate," and "take it calmly." After dinner, I didn't want to go anywhere, curled up on the sofa in the standard room, playing some games on my phone. My wife's cousin thought I was sick and came over to ask if I was going to the hospital. I said, "It's okay, I just want to be alone for a while. Go find your husband and have some fun, don't deprive yourself." My wife's cousin said that the couple had "broken the rules" and were nowhere to be seen; no one knew where they had hidden... Just then, the door opened, and Qiu Tong and Xia Ri walked in one after the other. Xia Ri, who was behind, closed the door. Qiu Tong calmly walked up to me, looked deeply into my eyes, and said, "Brother... we've discussed it. What you said, we all agree to."... "What... what did I say?" I had rambled on too much, and I didn't understand what Qiu Tong was talking about.

Although Qiu Tong's face was slightly flushed, she was still so generous and poised. With her two rippling eyes, she gazed into my somewhat confused eyes. Our eyes sparkled, and from her gaze, I "read" the words "Phoenix Facing the Sun" and "Two Dragons Entering the Cave"! "Really? Really... really?" I didn't say what I had "read," and excitedly, in front of Xia Ri, I hugged Qiu Tong tightly. Qiu Tong, still gazing at me affectionately in my arms, said, "Brother... it's true, we both... are willing from the bottom of our hearts..." I scooped Qiu Tong up and ran towards the bathroom, shouting to Xia Ri as I ran, "Brother Xia, let's... start now!" (Chapter Six: Whole Body and Legs) As mentioned in the previous chapter, I scooped Qiu Tong up and ran towards the bathroom. Just as I reached the door, I realized I couldn't neglect Brother Xia. Qiu Tong had made it clear in my arms that they had discussed it, and it was all from the bottom of their hearts. Since it was "them," Brother Xia naturally had a share. If I only focused on taking my "exchanged" wife to the shower, leaving Brother Xia aside, wouldn't that be a bit... "better to be with a woman than a friend"? Besides, my wife's cousin also needed someone to carry her. If we didn't hurry and shower together, how would we manage a 3P or 4P later?

The four of us stripped naked and squeezed into the small bathroom for a hurried shower. Qiu Tong and I were in the bathtub, while my wife's cousin and Xia Ri were outside. Everyone was eager to "use water," so we kept switching between the showerheads, but it was never enough. Finally, my wife's cousin turned on the hot water in the sink, finally solving the problem. After our quick shower, the two couples went to their respective beds. We had originally wanted to squeeze into one bed, but we were worried it wasn't sturdy enough. As soon as I got into bed, I started giving Qiu Tong oral sex. I had

only been licking her "original" lips for a short while when her brow twitched uncontrollably, her face flushed, and she softly moaned, "Oh...oh, so good...so itchy..." Her seemingly unbearably itchy expression was truly captivating. Just then, my wife's cousin came up to me. She nudged me, her lips trembling, and said, "Look, Xia Ri is still applying ointment. I don't want to end up like yesterday, not feeling anything..."

I turned to look at Xia Ri; he was applying ointment to his glans... Good grief, with my "erect pillar," Xia Ri is just a supporting character. Why is he stupidly applying ointment? If he joins the fray forty minutes later, he'll probably only be cleaning up the mess. Sigh... if you choose to be a "spectator," there's nothing I can do about it!

I told Qiutong to get up and let me lie down, then I called my wife's cousin and Qiutong to give me a blowjob. My wife's cousin was much more experienced; as soon as Qiutong knelt on the edge of the bed and shifted her weight towards my penis, my wife's cousin grabbed my "little brother" and began sucking on its bald head with her brightly painted lips... My wife's cousin's oral skills were truly excellent, so I told Qiutong, who was cheering her on, to "learn from her." By this time, Qiutong was completely uninhibited. She gently stroked my scrotum and massaged my testicles, saying confidently, "Actually... we often do this too..." My wife's cousin, who was giving me a deep throat, gave up her penis to Qiutong after hearing Qiutong's words. Qiu Tong's licking was quite skillful, and the coordination between her lips and soft tongue was impeccable, but the "depth" wasn't quite there... This wasn't entirely her fault; her husband, Xia, had a "test tube" type penis with a small glans, so how could he possibly "deepen" my "mushroom-shaped" (scientifically known as shiitake mushroom-shaped) large glans? After a few "deep" thrusts, tears welled up in her eyes, and she kept gagging. Unable to go any further, she had to give up. Only then did she realize what "there are heavens beyond heavens, and people beyond people" meant, and she couldn't help but sincerely say to my wife's cousin, "Sister... you... are really something."

I was comfortably enjoying the oral sex exchange between two beauties when Xia, my husband's cousin, came to the bedside and was about to poke my wife's cousin's vagina with his finger. I "sternly" stopped him, "Don't touch! You just put on some medicine..." "My medicine is on my glans, not..." "Your finger has medicine on it!" "Then I'll go wash it..." "Wash it clean, otherwise my wife's sensitive areas will become less sensitive, and I won't let you off the hook..." Xia then "thump thump thump thump"ed and ran to the bathroom. Seeing how much I cared for her, my wife's cousin made my "trumpet" even louder!

It was only then that I realized the two beauties' "double flight" wasn't going in the direction I wanted. I couldn't reach their round buttocks with my left and right hands; their high-perched buttocks and alluring four legs were angled towards my feet. Although the three of us were still flying, it was like a "Harrier fighter jet," leaving my upper body isolated, which I didn't like.

So I asked them to change direction so I could play with their vaginas with my hands, and they complied. At this moment, Brother Xia washed his hands, "stomped stomped stomped," and came to the bedside, directly stroking my wife's cousin's round buttocks. I think his thoughts at that moment were the same as mine: keep your own wife for later, and hurry up and get your hands on other people's wives... So, I pulled my fingers out of my wife's cousin's vagina and handed over that already moist "battlefield" to Brother Xia who came to "take over."

After Brother Xia took over the "defense", my "work focus" gradually shifted to Qiu Tong. I bent my upper body and asked Qiu Tong to open her legs, which were originally kneeling together. Then I raised the thigh closest to my upper body and buried my head under Qiu Tong's vulva. While poking her vulva with my hand, I licked and sucked her vulva and clitoris.

At this point, my wife's cousin seemed to be reaching her climax through "grinding." She "snatched" my penis from Qiu Tong's hand, rolled over, and half-squatted beside me, saying only, "I... really want to grind right now... oh," before sitting down, holding my penis with one hand and spreading her "butterfly pussy" with the other. As soon as she was settled, she not only started "grinding," but also began to hula hoop, making my "little brother" "spin" inside her. Luckily, my "little brother" was still firmly attached to me; otherwise, it would have "swung" all the way into my wife's cousin's vagina... After my wife's cousin started "grinding," I told Qiu Tong to squat down beside me with her legs bent. With her buttocks sticking out from under her armpits, Qiu Tong continued to let me lick her vulva; her white and tender buttocks were almost sitting on my head. My soft tongue would sometimes wrap around her clitoris and suck, sometimes lick along the cleft of her vulva. When she couldn't resist the tingling, she would put her hands on my chest and move her buttocks back and forth... Soon, one drop, two drops... of crystal clear nectar gushed out from her vulva, and I slowly sucked that pure nectar into my mouth... My wife's cousin was "grinding" so hard, I knew her orgasm would come quickly, so I said to Qiu Tong, who was wriggling her buttocks, "You should take a good look at my wife's performance..." I was going to say "cousin," but luckily I took a sharp turn.

I didn't need to look—I couldn't look anyway, all I could see was Qiu Tong's fair buttocks and her wrinkled anus—I knew Qiu Tong's eyes were closed. Women like to have sex with their eyes closed, not necessarily because they're shy, but because it allows for more room for imagination. But when I said, "This is the position you want to learn," I didn't need to look to know she was very focused, so focused that she forgot the unbearable tingling sensation in her vagina, and lost the vibrant energy of wriggling her buttocks… This is truly a case of good intentions gone wrong, good mud not turning into a good stove!

My wife's cousin's "beauty sitting position" is very "routine"—when she sits upright, it's for me to gently pluck her flower core; when she leans forward, it's for me to squeeze the back wall of her vagina and thrust into her secret passage; when she leans back, it's for me to rub the front wall of her vagina and thrust into that glans. Point; she leans to the right (note: "leap" literally means "to surpass," but here it means "to dodge," a colloquial expression), meaning she wants me to poke to the left; she leans to the left, meaning she wants me to poke to the right; her "sister" moves away from me a little, meaning she wants my "brother" to follow up and relentlessly thrust; her "sister" presses tightly against my pubic bone, meaning she doesn't want me to poke anymore, she just wants me to let her "grind"... My wife's cousin's vivid performance stunned Xia Ri and Qiu Tong. Qiu Tong couldn't help but mutter to herself, "My God, how am I supposed to learn this?" I stroked Qiu Tong's fair and round buttocks and said, "For Xia's and your own good, you don't need to learn my wife's fancy moves. Just learn her backbend sitting position and my rear insertion position." As soon as I said it, I realized it was a bit inappropriate: the backrest position was something Qiu Tong should learn, because that way she's actively "fucking" the man; while the rear-entry position was something Xia Ri should learn, since Qiu Tong was only passively being "fucking" back then.

(A side note: I recommend a place that sells adult products. She has female aphrodisiacs and various sex toys, inflatable dolls, etc. I've bought female aphrodisiacs a few times, and the effects have been great, so I recommend them to everyone. I especially recommend Butterfly Lady—she's amazing! Just say you were introduced by Da Long; her name is Chong'er Erotic, QQ: 605152382. Discounts are available for bulk purchases.) Speaking of the word "fucking," it carries a lot of initiative, unlike the more intimate and alluring "sexual intercourse." I have a "rogue" friend who went to a prostitute. They agreed on 100 yuan per session, but he slept with the prostitute twice without paying a cent. Why? His reasoning was that he had sex with the woman once (man on top), and she had sex with him once (woman on top), so they were even. That's why I said earlier that "the back-lying position is something Qiu Tong should learn, because that way she's actively 'fucking' the man, which is 'verifiable'."

I said Qiu Tong didn't need to learn my wife's cousin's fancy moves, actually out of concern for their future harmonious sex life—Xia's health isn't very good, and he can't expect to get strong quickly. If Qiu Tong "absorbs" all of my wife's cousin's techniques, Xia will become even more unable to control himself, and might even decline further. Meanwhile, Qiu Tong, in her prime, might surpass my wife's cousin, becoming increasingly demanding in their sex life. Wouldn't this not only ruin Xia but also ruin this beautiful young woman's "lower body"?

Speaking of this, I'm reminded of a poem from a vertical edition of *Jin Ping Mei* that my grandfather bought with silver dollars when he was young, which my father later treasured. The poem reads: "A

beautiful young woman of sixteen, her body like soft butter, a sword at her waist to slay a foolish man.

Though her head doesn't fall,

her marrow is already dried up."

To my friends who are unwell or temporarily feeling unwell, please remember this! Please remember this! Some friends might ask, "You're writing erotica here, why are you saying this?" You've surely seen the "Cigarettes are harmful to your health" warning on cigarette packs, right? That's what I mean.

Let's stop our small talk and continue the "story":

My wife's cousin, after completing the full "beauty sitting" routine, was not only covered in a bit of sweat, but she had also already had an orgasm. So, I told her to rest for a moment, and then I asked Qiutong to "sit on top" and practice... Qiutong was actually quite skilled; she gently extended her not-so-plump arms, using her slender, delicate hands to hold my hard, throbbing penis, while spreading her vulva... Her two labia, one side of her overflowing, wet vaginal opening, slipped onto my large penis, and then she slowly sat down with a "plop, plop" sound. The feeling was almost as good as my wife's cousin's... Because she was a few years younger than my wife's cousin, and liked to do some "body shaping exercises" in her spare time, when she did the "backwards sitting position," her slender waist bent into a bow, and her body leaned very low; the sitting position was very slow and quite powerful... My penis head rubbed up and down against the G-spot on the front wall of her vagina, and before long, Qiu Tong actually had an orgasm from the pleasure of her own "backwards sitting position"!

I lay there on the bed, handing my penis to two mature and alluring women, letting them take the initiative to "fuck" me. A seemingly passive "woman on top" position, a "beauty sitting" position, brought them to orgasm one after another. But I didn't feel the urge to ejaculate yet… but I had to hurry and ejaculate. This was a hotel, and we were having sex in the same room—two men and two women—if outsiders caught us, the consequences would be unimaginable! So I asked Brother Xia how much longer it would take. He looked at the time and said, "Eight minutes." I thought to myself, "Damn it," and said aloud, "I'm here… I'll teach you another trick… how about 'killing two birds with one stone'?" I said this to all three of them. This "killing two birds with one stone" technique was the culmination of over a decade of intensive, closed-door research and countless viewings of adult films, yet I hadn't found a unique method used by anyone else. However, not long ago, I discovered that a Western film featuring a man and two women had "plagiarized" my "killing two birds with one stone" technique, which I hadn't yet patented. Seeing that all three of them agreed, I told the two beauties to lie on the edge of the bed, and asked Xia to go to the other side of the bed and stand opposite me, sandwiching the two women in between so I could help them if necessary.

The two women were obedient, lying side-by-side on the edge of the bed. "I didn't mean you had to lie side-by-side, I meant you had to lie overlapping..." I apologized as I explained how to lie, and the two women finally understood. So, my wife's cousin was on the bottom, her body as low as possible; Qiu Tong was on top, her upper body slightly raised, and Xia Laodi (my brother) supported her (if there was a wall on Xia Laodi's side, he wouldn't need support) so that the two women's buttocks overlapped closely. I also adjusted the angle of their lying positions so that their two "different" but "each with its own merits" vaginas were "united" and "closed" as closely as possible... Then, I stood by the bed and "shot upwards" at these two "female eagles" with my penis... I took turns "poking" into each vagina seven or eight times. When the vaginas felt swollen and pleasurable, I pulled out my penis, making the vaginas feel empty and lonely; when the vaginas felt unbearably lonely, it was time to insert my penis again and feel the swollen pleasure... This "repeatedly" for more than ten rounds, and my wife's cousin and Qiu Tong both opened their mouths and couldn't help but cry out in unison:

"Oh...so good...so comfortable..."!

This "killing two birds with one stone" technique, I believe, is far superior to those male actors in Japanese AV. Those actors always like to kneel and run back and forth behind the actresses who are lying side by side, which is tiring and embarrassing. How can they do what I do, without moving their feet, using one penis to simultaneously pleasure two vaginas! This kind of "killing two birds with one stone" truly shows the "dominance" of a Chinese man. It is exactly like this: "One golden spear flips up and down, two vaginas simultaneously experience heavenly pleasure; three people cheer in unison, no hero is just a young man!" Just then, it was time for Brother Xia to take the stage, and my wife's cousin lay down with her jade body, opening her legs to welcome her "exchanged" husband into the harbor. I used a "rear insertion" technique—a variation of the "taking fire from across the mountain" position—"drawing a bow and nocking an arrow," directly thrusting into Qiu Tong's G-spot on the front wall of her vagina, while reminding Brother Xia to "learn from me."

Qiu Tong was pushed forward, her upper body leaning forward. Xia Laodi hurriedly supported her with his hands, guiding her towards my penis. I would thrust once, and he would thrust back forcefully. That not-so-sensitive "test tube" penis poked around inside my wife's cousin's vagina... The four of us didn't even need to count "one, two, one, two," we just did this "dynamic relay" exercise in perfect unison. After about ten minutes, Xia Laodi and I both ejaculated in unison inside the vaginas of our "exchanged" wives... After we finished, I told Xia Laodi to take his "wife" back to the room quickly and expressed my concerns. They both agreed. That night, we each embraced our "exchanged" "wives" in our respective rooms to complete our final "homework." The next morning, we all got up very late. After dinner, we agreed to meet in the private room of the "Sitting in Love Maple Forest" bar for our final activity—each of us would share our true feelings. At this place where we took our first step, neither of us was in the mood to appreciate the scenery anymore.

Qiu Tong spoke first. She said that during the three-day exchange, she felt she hadn't done enough and hadn't loved her "new" husband the way she loved her own. Apart from the exchanges on sex and literature, she hadn't even begun to understand him in other areas—from her words, it seemed she felt the "exchange" period was too short. Xia Laodi said that his experience made him realize the importance of health, and he repeatedly thanked me for teaching him the "pressure training method." He also thanked my wife's cousin for giving him massages and teaching him some self-massage techniques, which greatly increased his confidence in himself and his family (his wife, and the fact that they don't have children yet). My wife's cousin is always so talkative. Her speech was the shortest: "I want to enrich... all kinds of knowledge, so that my husband... can be a groom every night..."

Finally, it was my turn to speak. Perhaps because I'm used to being in charge, my feelings were somewhat summarizing. I said, "First, I want to thank Brother Xia and Mr. and Mrs. Qiutong. You are rare kindred spirits I've met, which strengthened my belief in the 'swapping' game. Participating in 'swapping' out of 'higher-level love' is still feasible. Second, our 'swapping' this time was generally successful, but it also broke through my own taboo (mainly 'not having multiple people in the same room for sex'). That taboo might have been something I was 'drawing a line in the sand,' but I still believe it's the dividing line between 'sin' and 'non-sin'."

"As I said before, we are all mortals, and there are some things we cannot control. Otherwise, why would there be the saying 'lust knows no bounds'? The Buddha said, 'The Buddha is someone who has been through it all, and humans are future Buddhas.' Even the all-powerful 'Buddha' has come this way through 'falling down, getting up, falling down again, and getting up again.' As long as we don't 'remain complacent,' and keep summarizing and practicing, I believe that one day we will become Buddhas..."

The midday sun of October shone brightly on the maple forest ablaze with color, creating a shimmering golden glow that seemed to symbolize the bright and promising future we were "exchanging" for! When we went to check out, the receptionist was the same one my wife's cousin and I had booked the room with before National Day. Perhaps it was because of my tall, fit physique and good looks, or perhaps because my wife's cousin was stylish and alluring, but she seemed to remember us vividly, staring intently at us.

At first, I wasn't particularly alarmed, but when I paid closer attention to the receptionist's gaze, I realized that our positioning was the problem. At that moment, Qiu Tong was standing beside me, admiring me silently with affection, her arm linked with mine, like a pair of lovers reluctant to part. My wife's cousin was naturally with Xia, talking and cleaning his ear.

Upon seeing this misalignment, I couldn't help but inwardly cry out, "Oh no!" Just then, the waitress gave me a mysterious smile and asked, "What? You changed it?" "Changed what?" I asked, trying to appear calm. She pointed with her mouth at my wife's cousin and Qiu Tong next to me. Seeing that she had indeed recognized that we had switched women, I smiled and said, "Yes, I hate accompanying my wife shopping, so I switched with a friend who likes to accompany women shopping; my friend's wife likes foreign literature, so I spent the whole morning chatting with her about 'Gone with the Wind' and 'The Red and the Black'..." The waitress, while returning my deposit, said dismissively, "Oh, do you think we don't understand? Our boss said not to offend customers easily. This is a tourist area, there are all kinds of birds in a big forest. Now, switching is still non-mainstream. When it becomes mainstream, it won't be so popular..." Neither of us heard what she said after that. We hurriedly left the hotel and got into a taxi. Only then did I feel relieved.

My wife's cousin and I first took Xia Ri and Qiu Tong to the train station. As the train started moving, I saw the tears that had been lingering in Qiu Tong's eyes for a long time finally fall. My wife's cousin and I didn't leave the train station until the train had disappeared into the distance.

It was then that I noticed my wife's cousin wasn't carrying her usual "anyijier" designer handbag, which she always carried as a status symbol. I asked her about it, and she said she'd given it to Xia Ri. I chuckled and said, "He's not a woman, what would he need a woman's handbag for?" My wife's cousin said, "I want him to hang the handbag in his room so he can see it every day, like he's seeing me!" Next, I took my wife's cousin to the bus station. On the way there, my wife's cousin and I were whispering sweet nothings in the taxi. She told me about her direct and indirect financial losses from "sacrificing herself" for me for three days. I hugged her and kissed her deeply, saying, "I know all that. From now on... I'll be more affectionate..." Upon hearing this, my wife's cousin playfully hit me, saying coquettishly, "You've been up to something for three days straight, and you... you're still not being proper!"

After seeing my wife's cousin off, I was the last to leave for myself. By the time I got home, it was already past midnight. My wife hadn't returned from her "work" yet, so I quickly took a shower and went to bed. When I heard the door open, I immediately pretended to be fast asleep. I was afraid my wife would ask me how I'd been on my "road trip" these past few days, and even more afraid she'd feel sorry for me and want me to "do my laundry" (our marital code for sex). I really didn't know if I could still manage. Haha, when you're tired, you fall asleep quickly. My wife had only walked from the door to the bedroom for a short while when I thought I heard myself snoring.

For the past few months since spring, Brother Xia has repeatedly tried to chat with me online, asking if my "wife" was online so he could video chat with her. Eventually, I got annoyed and told him she was sick and hospitalized. But he only inquired more frequently, almost three times a day. Thinking I wouldn't be exchanging anything with them anymore, I said in a "heartbreaking" voice on video, "My wife... died of illness." (While saying this, I kept telling the gods in my mind, "My wife died of illness... it's fake, fake, fake, fake.")

After I said that, Brother Xia really stopped bothering me. But Qiu Tong came to comfort me, telling me to... take care of myself, and told me she might go on a trip during the May Day holiday. I said my husband would accompany her, but she smiled and shook her head, saying that before the holiday, XX Bank and XX department had an important meeting about some kind of collaborative development "Plan A" and "Plan B," and her husband couldn't attend, so she was going out alone to relax. At this point, Qiu Tong smiled at me and said, "Brother, if I came to your place, would you welcome me?" I blurted out, "Of course!" At the time, I thought she was joking; we don't have any famous scenic spots around here, so what would she do there? I completely forgot that in her eyes, I was a "widower whose wife had died!"

One day in mid-April, my wife told me she was going to attend a meeting about a new project development collaboration with a bank. If all went well, she could come back and we could go on a road trip during the May Day holiday; if not, we wouldn't even get to rest during May Day. I was so frustrated. I had wanted to spend quality time with my wife to make up for the "secret" hurt I had caused her, but now it seemed impossible!

Sure enough, two days before May Day, my wife called from out of town to say the meeting would be postponed, and our road trip was off. Then it was my turn to comfort my wife. I told her how much I loved her and wanted to take her out for a good time, while also urging her to prioritize the bigger picture, reminding her that we were a loving couple and spent every day together, and to focus on securing the best possible benefit for our department… Just as I hung up, my phone rang again. I answered, and lo and behold, it was Qiutong!

She first complained that I couldn't get through, then asked, "You live in Building 7 of the ×× residential complex, right?" I quickly asked, "How did you know?" She said, "We exchanged ID cards!" Wow, bank employees really do have a photographic memory for numbers! Just then, Qiu Tong called me again, saying, "Brother, come pick me up quickly! I'm already at the east gate of your complex... there are over a dozen buildings here, how am I supposed to find it if you don't come?" Hearing that Qiu Tong was already outside the complex, I was overjoyed. I told her not to move and to wait for me where she was, and then I rushed towards the east gate of the complex... (The End)
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