【Me, Hee-won... swapping partners】(5-6)

(V)

"It's about to come off..." Xing Jun whispered, as if to prepare me mentally. The next second, the clasp of my bra came

undone, spreading open behind me.

My black blouse was off; the zipper on the back of my white skirt was open; now even the last line of defense for my upper body was

finally removed. My heart pounded with nervousness, my breathing quickened, and my breasts inside the bra cups heaved slightly

...

Xing Jun's hands slipped under my armpits, gliding over the sides of my breasts, and into my bra. He

gently my

breasts with both hands, completely taking control of them. He held my tender breasts in his palms, motionless, as if thoroughly experiencing their shape,

weight, touch, and temperature...

We had only known each other for less than an hour, yet he, a complete stranger, had already thoroughly explored my feminine characteristics...

Was I too naive? Beforehand, I naively thought my husband would only let Xing Jun touch

me through my clothes...

My hands instinctively pressed against the front of my white dress, trying to stop Xing Jun from going any further through the dress and my underwear.

But his palms were already pressed against my breasts inside my clothes, making my actions seem superfluous and futile...

After a long while, I heard a sigh of admiration: "I'm so lucky..."

His ten fingers slowly closed on my breasts, further experiencing my curves: "This is

the dream of so many men..."

Yes, to this day, the number of men I've had physical intimacy with is no more than ten... I thought

my husband would be the last man in my life, but who would have thought that he would willingly give me to... someone else...

"Xi Yuan, look at me, okay?" Xing Jun's tone suddenly became very serious.

I couldn't help but feel a little curious, slowly opening my shy eyes, tilting my right cheek slightly upwards, and saw Xing Jun looking down at

me: "Thank you..."

For the first time, I saw his outline clearly at such close distance. I confirmed once again that he was... more

handsome than my husband. Xing Jun, true to his name, is stylish and handsome…

“Thank you for giving me this opportunity…” His eyes were so fervent that they inexplicably stirred something within me…

…

“Thank you for giving me the opportunity to get close to you.” Thank you? I was clearly… completely at his mercy, he didn’t need to say

these things, so it seemed he still… respected me? My affection for him grew even stronger…

“I don’t know if there will be… a next time…” As someone in the entertainment industry, I’ve seen plenty of handsome men

, but Xing Jun’s gaze and words at that moment deeply captivated me: “Perhaps, this first

meeting last… Anyway, thank you…”

His face moved closer and closer to mine… I knew what he wanted to do, I knew I should

look away, but…

I allowed… Xing Jun’s warm lips to press against my soft lips. He didn't open his mouth, didn't stick out his tongue,

didn't try to give me a wet kiss, just touched my lips with his, gently rubbing them...

without any aggression, he only carefully and repeatedly wiped and kissed my cherry lips. It felt... quite good... making me

not want to... refuse...

like returning to my teenage years, experiencing my first kiss. I obediently raised my head and let Xing Jun kiss me, kiss me... The light in his

eyes kissed me, was really... so gentle...

He kissed me tenderly for several minutes before the handsome man in front of me reluctantly moved his mouth away...

I was surprised that I... actually felt a little... reluctant to let go...

"Xi Yuan, if this first time is our last time..." The two hands inside my bra, as if

unable to control themselves, increased their strength slightly: "Please allow me... to be a little presumptuous... is that okay?"

He wanted to be presumptuous... to touch me? Should I say... yes? Or... no?

Yes... maybe? At least, so far, his actions haven't made me feel... too disgusted...

And, would my husband let me say... no? I could almost hear his heartless words again

: "Take off your blouse...let Xing Jun reach under your skirt, untie your bra...let him touch...your

body directly..."

Yes, it was my husband, he always wanted me to do this...I was just...cooperating with him...that's all...

Once again, I lowered my head shyly, using body language to signal to Xing Jun...you can...

"Really...thank you so much..." Xing Jun gratefully kissed my forehead, and his hands inside my white skirt

began to slowly knead my breasts.

He wasn't in a hurry, the pressure of his hands was just right, not making me feel uncomfortable at all, but rather...

pleasant...

his palms slid back and forth along my sides and lower breasts, he kept praising: "One hand can hold them, firm and smooth,

truly exquisite..."

No woman dislikes hearing a man's sweet words. Even in this unusual 'partner swapping' situation,

I still felt... a secret joy...

physical pleasure, and a secret delight. My hands, pressed against my skirt, made no attempt to hinder Xing Jun...

allowing him to freely caress my breasts inside my underwear: "Xi Yuan, put your hands down..."

"You need to let Xiao Fei see my actions clearly so he... will get even more excited." Looking in the mirror, my

hands on my front did indeed conceal Xing Jun's movements inside my skirt...

I clenched my fists slightly, letting them hang down to my waist, but my eyes couldn't help but focus on the mirror. In the reflection, my thin

white skirt was half-transparent, revealing my white underwear. Beneath the underwear, Xing Jun's hands were very active—

sometimes rotating left and right, sometimes pushing up and down, carefully playing with my breasts...

Witnessing myself being subjected to such lewd acts... I never imagined it would be so shameful... I lowered my head, unable to look any longer.

But, for some reason, after that glance, the feeling coming from my chest seemed even more...stimulating...?

My husband on the other side of the mirror...did he also feel...stimulated? Seeing this scene...seeing his wife being touched naked by

another man...would he feel uncomfortable? Would he be jealous? Or would he only feel...excitement?

My chaotic thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a new sensation rising on my breasts—after Xing Jun had touched

every , his index fingers began to circle along both areolas...

his fingers, sometimes clockwise, sometimes counterclockwise, circling as if measuring the circumference of the areolas:

"Such a small circle, so cute..."

Circle after circle, two fingertips delicately teased my areolas, causing every pore on my body

to expand ; the tingling sensation continued to send waves of pleasure to my nipples…

Echoing the movements of his hands, Xing Jun's tongue also circled around my ear: "The areola is just a shallow ring

…"

"Then—" Two index fingers finally landed on the peaks of my breasts, gently touching the nipples that had somehow

become erect : "And the nipples?"

Xing Jun's fingers intermittently touched the two buds, causing my upper body to tremble: "I only touched the '

sides , but now even the 'middle' is standing up… Xi Yuan, you're so sensitive…"

Sensitive… Hmm, I appear refined and dignified, but my body is the opposite, extremely sensitive… Not just my ears and

breasts , many parts are… erogenous zones… However, today my… reaction was unprecedentedly…

intense…

Is it because my husband hasn't satisfied me for half a year, making me too… craving? In addition, Xing Jun's

handsome and charming demeanor made me lower my… defenses? Perhaps, more decisively, is his... skill

...

Xing Jun's... flirting techniques are far superior to my husband's... even surpassing any

of ...

In spirit, he showers you with praise, yet with a touch of teasing; physically, his mouth is as diligent as raindrops,

carefully kissing your forehead, face, ears, and neck, both passionate and intimate; his index fingers and thumbs lightly pluck at the red plum blossoms

on the ridge , effortlessly rotating, kneading, and teasing...

I consider myself a mature woman, but faced with this foreplay that combines body and mind, I find myself...

unable to resist ... dizzy, my limbs weak...

"It's getting... bigger..." Actually, even without him saying it, I could feel my two nipples

swelling to more than double their normal size under this long, focused caress: "Soft and elastic, like gummy candies..."

So... comfortable... Just the licking and caressing felt so good, if I did... that with Xing Jun... how

...

no, why would I think of that? I hurriedly and shamefully reminded myself that this absurd thing

was all for my husband… This was the first time, and also the last…

Xing Jun’s right hand suddenly came out from under my skirt and reached for my small chin: “If there’s a next time,

don’t wear these black-rimmed glasses again…”

“Then, dress me up a bit…” He gently lifted my bare face, his lips approaching again: “

Don’t wear a sports bra, change into a nicer bra…”

This was the last time… Let him be as presumptuous as he wants… I thought to myself, and once again obediently let him kiss

my lips…

The atmosphere between us didn’t feel like we were engaged in some nauseating ‘partner swapping’… Instead, it felt like

a couple deeply in love, passionately kissing…

My starry eyes were half-closed, and I glanced blankly at the mirror wall, where Xing Jun, deeply in love,

was kissing me as I looked up; under my skirt, he was using only his left hand to caress my breasts that were rising… This

flirting, this foreplay… it was too perfect… I had a kind of intoxicating illusion…

"Xi Yuan, you're so beautiful..." His right hand, which had been free, suddenly moved across my waist, gently

pulling me back and pressing my lower body, which had been keeping its distance from him, against his crotch. "You make me...

feel so good..."

When Xing Jun first touched me, although I leaned my upper body against his chest, my lower body was slightly forward

to avoid touching his lower body... Now, he had his arm around my slender waist, leaving me no way to avoid it. For the first time,

the back touched his genitals. "Look...you make me...so excited..." Even through the skirt, stockings, and underwear, I could still feel a small mound rising

high in his suit pants ...and I could vaguely sense the size, shape, and heat of his male parts... 　　I discovered another...Xing Jun's superior feature—his...that place felt... bigger ... 　　Xing Jun couldn't help himself, pulling my right hand with his right hand and guiding it under his crotch. "Xi Yuan, I've been touching you for so long..." 　　"You come too... touch me..." I tried to struggle, but I was no match for his strength. My small hand, adorned with flower tattoos, pressed against his genitals through his pants... 　　With that press, his... penis immediately trembled: "Yes, touch me like I touch you... " 　　He guided my hand, stroking his crotch up and down... He reacted so strongly, with each touch I felt the thing inside his pants swell even more... 　　I couldn't help but touch and touch... If this were my husband's... how wonderful that would be... 　　"Yes, do it yourself..." Xing Jun released his right hand, but my right palm was still slowly rubbing against his genitals... I didn't even know why I didn't... take my hand away... 　　"So comfortable..." He sighed deeply: "Xi Yuan..." 　　"I'll let you..." His right hand touched my right leg, clad in gray stockings, for the first time: "Even more comfortable , right—" 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(VI) 　　Was it fifteen minutes ago? Or ten minutes ago? When Xing Jun first tried to kiss me... I refused. At that time, I firmly believed that I couldn't kiss a man with whom I had no emotional connection... 　　But not long after, I was already... entwined with his lips. Not just once, but again and again... Although neither of us opened our mouths or moved our tongues, just purely and persistently rubbing our lips together, the taste... was so... intoxicating... 　　Not only our mouths, but even the upper body defenses that I thought I could hold onto beforehand crumbled 　　"Let Xing Jun reach under your skirt and undo your bra... let him touch... your body directly..." 　　This surprised me greatly... Apart from the initial shyness and embarrassment, Xing Jun's hands didn't make my body feel uncomfortable... His fingers and palms touched every corner of my breasts, making me... feel good ... 　　He also possessed... masculine characteristics that my husband couldn't match: "Xi Yuan, I've been touching you for so long... come and... touch me too..."

He forcefully pulled my right hand and placed it on his... crotch. The high, large,

hard mound was noticeably more vibrant than my husband's... penis...

"Come on, do it yourself..." If this were my husband's... how wonderful that would be? I couldn't help but let

my mind wander, and I involuntarily touched and touched... Even though Xing Jun had already let go, my right palm

continued to slowly massage his... genitals through his suit pants as if possessed...

"Yes, touch it like this..." He reacted strongly; with each touch, I felt the... thing inside his pants

swell even more: "You make me feel so good..."

"I'll make you feel good too..." Xing Jun's right hand touched my right leg, which was clad in gray stockings, for the first time: "Even more

good, right—"

When I left home today, to protect myself, I wore thick

gray stockings under my short white skirt that didn't reach my knees. So, Xing Jun's touch shouldn't have given me any real sensation, but psychologically, it

still had a huge impact—

being touched on the lower body is vastly different from being caressed on the upper body… I, a married woman,

was having my thigh touched by a man other than my husband… And, just inches away from my legs was my most private

garden…

Xing Jun continued his meticulous and delicate foreplay, kissing my right earlobe while gently

stroking my left breast with his left hand: "Through the stockings… you can't feel anything, can you?"

His right hand climbed up the gray stockings, slipping inside my white skirt, his fingers touching

the waistband of my stockings: "Xi Yuan, pull your stockings down a little, okay?"

Hearing his words, I immediately sobered up a bit… Pull down the stockings? Then… my underwear would be exposed

? And then, he might touch my… private parts…

How, how could he? I'm a married woman… that place… I would only open it to my beloved husband…

I became alert, and my right hand, which had been touching Xing Jun's genitals through his pants, temporarily stopped. He sensed

it, and whispered softly in my ear, "Don't be afraid, I won't go too far... Just like now, I'm touching

your breasts directly... I just want to... touch your... legs directly..."

"You know what? Your legs are so long and slender... I've been

fascinated by them ever since I saw them in magazines and on TV..."

I knew perfectly well. I've been a vegetarian for years, controlling my diet and practicing yoga, maintaining a slender figure;

although I'm not tall, only about 160 centimeters, my feet are long, straight, white, and smooth...

"I really want to touch your... thighs..." Xing Jun's right hand moved back and forth across the waistband of my stockings,

but he didn't force me: "Take off your stockings, down to your knees... is that okay?"

Was it persuasion? Or pleading? My husband agreed to let Xing Jun play with me, but he never forced himself on me, always

respecting me. This had made me feel much better during this "partner swapping" process...

and now, I don't even know how to... refuse him. Perhaps I... don't want to disappoint him?

If it were just… touching my thigh, I seemed to want to… agree to him?

I glimpsed the complex expression on my face reflected in the mirror… hesitant, troubled, considering… but no…

clear … resistance.

“Hmm… or, how about this…” Xing Jun seemed to see right through me: “We should ask Xiao Fei—

”

Was he considerately giving me a way out? Or was he gambling on whether my husband would agree to his request?

Xing Jun looked at the mirror and switched to the loud volume of the ceiling's microphone: “Xiao Fei?”

“…Hmm…” My husband’s voice came through the room’s speakers, but I couldn’t tell whether his emotions

were rising or falling.

“So far, are you satisfied with Xi Yuan and my performance…?” Xing Jun was so… direct,

I felt my ears burning red…

“…Um…” My husband remained noncommittal. But I guessed he must be very excited… but, to ask him to

openly admit that he liked his spouse being…touched, wouldn’t that be too difficult for him to say?

"So, I want to pull down Xi Yuan's... your wife's... stockings a little so I can touch her

thigh... Do you think that's okay?" Hearing Xing Jun utter the words "your wife," I

wished I could shut my ears... What on earth are we doing?

Should I refuse him, husband... say no...? I stared at the mirror, hoping my husband on the other side could

understand what I meant. However, deep down, another conflicting thought lingered in my mind. I wanted him to... agree...

so that Xing Jun wouldn't... be disappointed...

"Y-yes... okay!" My husband's reply was

much causing a pang of pain in my heart... His fetish was truly... quite serious...

Just as my heart ached, my husband changed the subject again: "However, we can't... go any further... I can't accept it

for now ..."

Sigh... He still loves me, doesn't he? At least he knows how to set boundaries for everyone... making it impossible for me to...

hate him...

"Okay, I understand." Xing Jun nodded earnestly towards the mirror: "Then you can continue watching, Xi Yuan and me—

"

"Xiaofei agreed..." Xing Jun's attention returned to me: "What about you?"

If my husband said no, I naturally wouldn't agree either... but his answer was... yes... Although,

if I firmly refused, neither he nor Xing Jun could do anything about it... However... I actually felt a little... wanting to grant Xing Jun's wish...

The main reason was that I wanted to cure my husband's heart disease... But it seemed that other factors were influencing me:

Because Xing Jun was handsome, polite, and respectful to me? Because of his... flirting techniques... were... skillful? Even

including... my husband hadn't been able to satisfy me for the past six months?

My thoughts were in disarray... I had forgotten how many times in the past ten minutes I had

lowered ...

Xing Jun understood my body language once more, and seemed quite excited. He pressed his lower body against

the back of my skirt again... I hadn't touched him through my pants for a while, but I didn't expect that his... was still hard, and seemed even

harder and bigger...

"Xi Yuan, I know that Xiaofei wants you to do this, and you must feel very bad..." Xing Jun's hands...

He gently pressed his cheeks against mine, as if cradling a precious treasure, and softly comforted me in my ear, "Try

to ... I haven't made you uncomfortable yet, have I?"

He leaned closer and kissed my forehead, "Come on, close your eyes... I'll continue to make you feel good, okay?"

Okay... In a corner of my heart, a voice, acting on its own, answered

Xing Jun instead of my reason...

Since stepping into this room, this was the first time I closed my eyes not to escape or endure...

but because I wanted to relax, wanted Xing Jun to make me... feel good...

"Smack..." Xing Jun kissed the six-pointed star tattoo on my pink neck, his hands once again slipping inside the open zipper of my white dress,

embracing my breasts, caressing and kneading them...

Whether it was the side of my chest, the front, the cleavage, or the peaks, not a single centimeter was overlooked, all

receiving comprehensive care from his nimble fingers and thick palms...

When his index fingers and thumbs gently rotated the tips of my breasts, my nipples, which had already shrunk,

were pinched until they swelled up even more...

It turned out... once the tense nerves were relaxed, the feeling of comfort became more intense and came faster...

Xing Jun's ardent lips traced along my neck, shoulders, and back My waist slid down, and I felt his lips pressing lower and lower, as if

he were kneeling behind me: "Xue...sob sob..."

I stole a glance in the mirror and could vaguely see that he was indeed kneeling behind me, his hands having already withdrawn from my

bra and moved down the waist of my skirt to the back of the hem: "Such a slender waist..."

Behind the white mini-skirt, his hands touched my buttocks: "So petite..."

He suddenly squeezed my buttocks a little harder: "And firm..."

I tensed up again. Silently, his hands had already slipped into my skirt from both sides, meeting at my

waist and placing them on the waistband of my pantyhose.

I felt the waistband of my pantyhose being slowly pulled down... I looked down at the mirror wall and saw Xing Jun's

hands slowly pulling down the gray pantyhose...

Suddenly, a chill came over me, and under the short skirt in the mirror, my two snow-white thighs were fully exposed, the gray pantyhose

rolled and pulled down to between my knees.

I realized that my underwear under my skirt was no longer covered by stockings. I quickly put my hands in front and behind me

, pressing down on the front and back of my skirt to prevent Xing Jun from suddenly... launching a sneak attack...

But he didn't seem to be interested in that... He just knelt behind me, his hands caressing my two snow-white thighs:

"Your whole body is so white..."

"Your skin is so smooth, like silk..." His fingers and palms moved up and down, left and right, forward and backward,

as Xing Jun lovingly stroked all over my exposed legs.

Not only did he caress my chest, but he also knew how to touch my legs perfectly, making me feel...so good...

"Smack..." He suddenly moved his mouth, kissing the back of my knees...that's one of my erogenous zones...

I

suddenly felt my legs go weak. He clearly knew he had found my weakness, and he intensified his actions, sticking out his tongue and licking

the back of my entire thigh: "Smack...snow..."

His wet, hot tongue was slippery and fast, slowly and deliberately licking the back and outside of my thighs...

lips

wiping, tongue licking, my legs felt so good...I had to hold back to avoid making a sound...

He said...he would only touch my legs...how did it suddenly turn into...using his mouth...kissing...so cunning

...

My legs were half-weak, and a new stimulation came—while licking the back of my thighs, his

hands climbed up the inside of my thighs, slowly pushing upwards...

the skin on my inner thighs was carefully explored by his hands...like insects crawling and biting, making me feel both numb and itchy...

…

Although I held the front and back of the skirt firmly, the open space beneath it was undefended. Xing Jun

's ten fingers had unknowingly wandered deep into the base of my thighs, to the edge where my underwear met…

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