【Me, Hee-won... swapping partners】(7-8)

(VII)

My light gray stockings were rolled up and pulled down to my knees: "Xi Yuan, even your thighs are so white

..."

Under my white chiffon skirt, my two snow-white thighs were thoroughly and evenly touched by Xing Jun; his warm

lips and tongue kissed the back of my thighs, the rarely exposed skin: "Your skin is so smooth, like silk..."

I lowered my long eyelashes, relaxed my tense nerves, and fully felt his...flirting with me...

"Xi Yuan, I know you must feel terrible that Xiao Fei wants you to be like this... Try to relax

... I haven't made you uncomfortable yet, right?" Xing Jun's words just now were like opening Pandora's

box for me: "Come on, close your eyes... I'll continue to make you feel good, okay?"

I should have endured this unbearable time of 'partner swapping,' but now, I seemed to have forgotten my original intention and tried... to enjoy it

...

It turns out that once you let your guard down, the feeling of pleasure can come so much, so quickly... Just being

caressed is already so comfortable...

If I allowed Xing Jun to take my body... further, how much...

He seemed to sense my thoughts and kissed the back of my thigh. As he moved, his hands climbed up the inside of

my thighs , exploring intricately...

his nails lightly scraped, his fingertips gliding across the skin, the ticklish, teasing sensations

spreading upwards along my thighs...

I tried to hold my skirt up with both hands, but the open hem made it impossible to hold on... Xing Jun's ten

fingers finally reached the base of my legs, the boundary where my underwear met my clothes...

Matching the conservative sports bra, the thong of the underwear wasn't very high, but Xing Jun was pushing

the boundaries, his hands constantly teasing the soft skin between my thighs and the sides of the underwear: "Don't wear

this , it's a bit of a killjoy..."

"It's white, like the bra, right? How about... you wear black another day?" He knelt behind me,

his hands touching the diagonal edges of the underwear, as if wanting to part the hem and penetrate, but politely refraining from force: "I want to see you

in black..."

What should I do if his fingers really crossed the line? His hand slipped inside my underwear… my most

… private place… so close…

I instinctively closed my legs, but Xing Jun withdrew his hands first. He really was a gentleman… he didn't

disappoint me…

“I won't go back on my word…” He stood up again and whispered in my ear, “We agreed, Xiao Fei told me to touch your

breasts, and I wanted to touch your legs myself… I won't cross the line…”

Hearing his promise, I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders, but also a little… disappointed… Could it be that I

actually had a tiny bit… hoping he… would cross the line?

Xing Jun didn't give me any time to think, gently lifting my face, his lips passionately pressing against mine

: “Mmm…”

“Mmm… mmm…” I complied with him again. I've lost count of how many times we've done this, our lips slowly

touching, brushing, kissing… I managed to hold back and not open my mouth… otherwise, would he have wanted to

try a … wet kiss with me?

His left hand, equally adept, slipped through the open zipper of my skirt and into the unbuttoned bra

cups, kneading my breasts. His entire hand gently squeezed my nipples; his fingertips roamed the cleavage; his palm rubbed

my nipples…

His varied techniques made my neglected nipples stand erect again, which he then pinched and played with between

his fingers , focusing his caresses: “Your nipples have gotten bigger… like little cylinders, so three-dimensional…”

His right hand wasn’t idle either… hanging down to my right side, his fingers dancing, caressing my knees and thighs,

from bottom to top; from outside to inside… circling the most delicate inner thighs, gently stroking the most sensitive depths of my groin

…

Reaching the end of my thighs, he used only his index finger, moving back and forth along the edge of my panties… his nails and

fingertips repeatedly tracing straight lines, indirectly stimulating the most important part of a woman's body inside the panties…

I felt so conflicted... I was so afraid he would suddenly change his mind and slip his fingers... inside my underwear...

On the other , he was only teasing me from the outside, yet it felt... insufficient...

My legs went weak, my whole body went limp, and I could only lean back against him... His chest, clad in a suit,

was so broad... I felt so safe leaning on him...

Suddenly, I felt Xing Jun's right hand move back, lifting the back of my short skirt, and then his crotch pressed tightly against

the back of my underwear... Even through our clothes, I could still clearly feel his

erection on my buttocks...

So hot, so big, so hard... If I weren't wearing underwear, his thing in his suit trousers would be pressing

between my buttocks...

Just how long... is Xing Jun's...? How thick...? I found myself... lost in reverie...

My

forehead, cheeks, lips, earlobes, and neck were being kissed passionately—

my breasts, cleavage, areolas, and nipples were being played with and teased with enthusiastically—

my thighs were being maliciously teased and provoked—

my buttocks were being pressed and rubbed by his pent-up male organ—

except for my private parts, every part of my body that could evoke female pleasure was in Xing Jun's hands, being

gently, thoroughly, and continuously attacked by him...

The heat from his breath, his palms, and his crotch infected me... I felt my whole body slowly...

getting ... I was standing, but it felt like I was floating...

It felt so good... Xing Jun's teasing from three directions... aroused my... desire... I suddenly realized... that between my legs in my underwear... a warm... wet... 　　wet...

was starting to rise ...?

Because of my husband's arranged "partner swapping"... with a complete

stranger ... without any emotional connection... I was aroused by his foreplay... so excited... that

... I got wet...?

"Xi Yuan..." As I was terrified by my own physical reaction, Xing Junyi seemed uncontrollably excited,

his crotch pressing hard against my buttocks: "I really want to touch your... there..."

Under my white skirt, his right hand was already on the waistband of my underwear, starting to move inch by inch downwards: "Let me touch..."

"...Okay? Just outside your underwear... for a little while..."

His hand pressed against my underwear, and through the fabric, he felt my... pubic hair, making a soft rubbing sound:

"I'll make you... feel very comfortable..."

His fingers moved down along the underwear, getting closer and closer to the triangle area... Xing Jun seemed to be getting even more impatient—

he suddenly quite roughly bit my earlobe with his teeth; his left thumb and forefinger also pinched my

left nipple at the same time...

"Ah..." Since he started teasing me, I finally couldn't help but let out a soft moan for the first time... My sensitive

earlobe and nipple were suddenly treated roughly, and although I felt a slight pain... in the pain... a feeling of...

pleasure also arose

... No... I can't take it anymore... that warm current inside my body... is about to surge to...

the exit ...

Xing Jun's right hand was about to touch the bottom of my white underwear—

"Stop, stop..." At the last moment, I opened my eyes, grabbing Xing Jun's right hand with both hands to prevent him from touching

the bottom of my underwear: "Stop, stop..."

In the mirror, Xing Jun immediately stopped, his face full of apology: "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry..."

Quite the opposite... he didn't hurt me too much, but rather made me feel too aroused... If I didn't stop his

hand, and he touched my... private parts through my pants... he would know that my reaction to his flirting was

so strong...

I absolutely cannot let Xing Jun and my husband know... I'm almost... soaking wet... I absolutely don't want them

to know that I've felt lustful towards a man I've only known for less than half an hour... If they find out, I really...

...want to disappear...

I stared straight at the mirror wall, at Xing Jun, and at my husband who was out of sight on the other side of the room: "I said...

when I say 'stop,' you... you all have to stop everything..."

"I'm sorry, I went too far..." Upon hearing this, Xing Jun removed his hands from my body and sincerely

apologized again... This made me feel much better...

My husband remained silent for a long time before a "Hmm..." came from the speaker on the ceiling.

This was tantamount to announcing that my husband agreed to end this "partner swapping," and Xing Jun could leave... But

to my surprise, he carefully fastened my bra, zipped up the back of my skirt, and pulled up the stockings that had been pulled down

... so that I no longer had to keep my body covered. My disheveled appearance...

He was the one who took off my clothes; he was also the one who restored my dignity... With conflicted feelings, I whispered to

him, "Thank you..."

Xing Jun nodded and walked away from behind me: "I wish you and Xiao Fei... a happy life from now on."

I watched him go, opened the door, and left... Thinking that this first "partner swap" should also be the

last , I probably won't see him again... I felt a little... lost for no reason...

The hidden door on the mirror wall opened, and my husband came in. He practically ran towards me, grabbing me in a tight

embrace: "Wife...you did such a great job!"

My husband, his eyes burning with fervor, face flushed, panting heavily, said, "I've been...watching...so

excited !"

Without another word, he pushed me down onto the luxurious bed in the room, his hands hastily pulling down my

skirt , stockings, and underwear: "I just wanted to see you like this...wanted to see you kissed and touched by other men...

"

"Look...how excited I am!" Completely ignoring my reaction, he entered me immediately:

"Isn't it...hard?"

Oh...indeed...longer...thicker...harder than usual...all

thanks to ...my...sacrifice just now?

My husband started moving, his speed and strength were the best we'd had in the six months of our marriage...

He was really excited... His sexual fantasies of over ten years had finally come true... His beloved wife had finally been violated by

another ...

He thrust into me with fervor... But I didn't feel much pleasure... This was clearly the most

manly he'd been since our marriage... However, my mind was filled with complicated thoughts, making it difficult for me to fully enjoy this... sexual

encounter...

Recalling what had just happened, I felt so regretful, so ashamed... But my husband, caught up in the moment, seemed completely

oblivious ... He didn't even notice that my... private parts... were so... wet from the start... I was

worried he would find out that Xing Jun had made me... wet...

Not only in terms of size and hardness after erection... My husband's stamina was also far superior to usual... He

thrust diligently... continuing to appear very happy... I could only sadly convince myself... that agreeing to this '

partner swapping' was, to put it mildly, the right thing to do?

"Wife..." My husband suddenly kissed my ear: "Just now... when Xing Jun kissed you, what did you

feel ?"

This is too much... How could he ask that?

"Don't, don't say it..." I looked at him resentfully.

He wouldn't let me go: "When he touched your breasts, did you feel disgusted and nauseous?"

My husband's words seemed to awaken a vivid memory... The sensation of Xing Jun's hands on my breasts

seemed to reappear...

My husband rubbed my breasts with both hands: "Still feeling...stimulated and excited?"

Comfortable... Xing Jun's caresses made me feel so good... Especially... when he gently rubbed my

nipples ...

I was surprised to find... my husband's caresses... penetrating... starting to arouse me... But what aroused my

pleasure was his almost perverted question... and what made me recall... Xing Jun's foreplay with me

...

"When you kissed him... I watched... and it was so exciting..." My husband kissed me wetly, his head moving wildly

: "Suckling..."

My little tongue responded to my husband... but then I remembered the light kiss where my lips touched Xing Jun's... I

couldn't help but fantasize... If the person I was kissing now wasn't my husband, but Xing Jun, what would happen...

? Is my brain... broken? Being intimate with my beloved husband… I was actually fantasizing about another man?

“Xing Jun’s technique… is better than mine, isn’t it?” My husband said self-deprecatingly, which only made

his lower body grow even thicker: “Does he give you pleasure? Wouldn’t you… want to… have sex with him?”

"No...no..." I closed my eyes shyly, turning my head away. "Don't...say it again..."

Seeing my embarrassment, my husband became even more aggressive. "Xi Yuan...wife...I like...fantasizing about other

people...doing it on you...Now...just pretend I'm Xing Jun!"

"It's Xing Jun kissing you, touching you, penetrating you...and then...you feel so excited..." My husband's waist

moved extremely fast...Fantasizing about Xing Jun...penetrating me...makes him so...powerful?

"No...don't...say it again..." I turned my head away, not daring to look at him, but after closing my eyes, in the darkness

before my eyes, it was as if his words were influencing me...

What if my husband...is Xing Jun? It's Xing Jun kissing me, touching me...penetrating me...?

My mind wandered... I unconsciously began to fantasize... The man on top of me wasn't my husband... but someone even more

handsome, gentler, and more capable... Xing Jun...

My husband's mouth became Xing Jun's mouth... My husband's hands became Xing Jun's hands... My husband's...

penis ... became Xing Jun's...

It was Xing Jun... kissing me wetly... sucking my breasts... penetrating me... there... I

was lost in uncontrollable sexual fantasies, unable to extricate myself... I felt so good... my lower body became even wetter... my whole body was burning...

"Ah... ah..." My husband's lower body moved faster and faster, penetrating deeper and deeper. Based on past experience, I knew

he was about to climax... and I also felt myself, after half a year of marriage, finally approaching... orgasm for the first time: "Husband

... husband..."

"Don't call me... husband... call me... Xing Jun... say... Xing Jun... ejaculate inside me

..."

How could I say such shameful and lewd words...? But... actually...

what harm is there ? It's not... really... going to make my husband... even happier... so I'll just go along with him...

"Xing... Xing... Jun... shoot..." I uttered the forbidden words one by one, the sinful pleasure making me

reach climax first: "...shoot... inside... me...!"

"Good, that's great... shoot it all... into you! You adulterous... Mrs. Wang!" Hearing my

unconventional moans, my husband couldn't hold back either, thrusting hard, giving me... the seed of life...

soaking in the first time in over six months of marital bliss... I vaguely felt that this time, my husband

's... ejaculation... was... more than ever before... Maybe, I can get pregnant because of this?

The sexual fantasies planted since adolescence, the pent-up desire for "partner swapping" accumulated over a decade, finally

came true today... After his release, my husband seemed liberated, falling asleep almost instantly...

Conversely, after the pleasure, I found it hard to relax... The whole ordeal of the past few days... taught me...

Especially

just now... Although my husband was the one inducing me... how could I have indulged myself... fantasizing about being

intimate with... Xing Jun...? And... I even... became excited... and had an orgasm...

Could it be... that deep down... I, like my husband... harbor... an abnormal psychology of... "partner swapping"

...?

No, how could I be such a promiscuous woman? I shook my head hard, interrupting my wild thoughts...

"Swapping partners"... This is the first and the last time... I could only justify myself like this...

I looked at my sleeping husband beside me, touched my belly, hoping... to have a son... I also hoped that

since my husband's inner demons had been satisfied, his twisted thoughts of "swapping partners" would be eliminated... From now on, our... sex

life would be happy and fulfilling...

Looking back afterward, I was... too naive...

I, Xi Yuan... the path of swapping partners...

has only just begun—

(8)

My husband, who was also naked, straddled my naked body, his face full of guilt, and murmured, "I'm sorry...

"

I have lost count of how many times this has happened in the past few days. After trying in vain for more than half an hour in bed,

my husband once again had to give up on satisfying himself and me. He turned over in frustration and lay down next to me dejectedly: "I,

I did it again..."

For several days in a row, many times a day, my husband used flirtatious foreplay to arouse my desire several times. But when I

was passionate and open myself up to him, he always seemed unable to keep up at the crucial moment…

My needs as a woman were repeatedly awakened, yet I could never have them fulfilled. I was clearly in pain, but to

save my husband's pride, I turned and hugged him, comforting him, “You're just tired… Those

past few days, you were always so… amazing…”

Every man likes to hear that, and the gloom on my husband's face eased slightly: “Really?”

“Mmm…” I lowered my head, afraid he would see through my guilty look.

To be honest, all that talk about being ‘amazing’ was just… insincere words to please my husband. In the past few days of

intimacy, his performance, compared to a normal, healthy man, was actually just… barely acceptable.

But compared to the previous six months of… slump, he was truly like a

different .

I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings… This change in him was all because of my… self-sacrifice as his wife.

Last week, my husband arranged for me to go to a "partner swapping club" for the first time, where his friend, Xing Jun, a member,

indulged his desires with words and hands... By secretly observing, my husband fulfilled his long-held wish to "swap partners," and he was

incredibly excited... This continued for several days until we were finally able to satisfy each other somewhat in bed...

However , his passion came quickly and went even faster. After a few days, our sex life returned to normal... He

reverted to... slow to get hard, not firm enough, and unable to ejaculate...

Was I too naive? Did I think that through one... "partner swapping" session, I could completely cure his mental and physical

problems , restore his virility, and allow me to finally get pregnant and give birth...?

"Wife..." Taking advantage of my lowered head and not looking at him, my husband seemed to muster his courage: "How about...

seeing ... Xing Jun again?"

The meaning of "seeing him again" is another "partner swapping" session? He actually wants me to do this shameful thing again?

I looked up at him, both angry and sorrowful: "Do you know... I haven't

been able to sleep a wink ? I so regret agreeing to be with you... I feel so insulted, so ashamed... Don't you understand? How dare you

... bring it up with me again?"

I'm telling the truth. I've only had a few serious boyfriends in my life, and before marriage, I was never

a promiscuous woman. But unexpectedly, only six months into our marriage, my husband made me...be

violated by a stranger...Xing Jun...

"I'm sorry..." my husband apologized hastily. "I thought...last time...Xing Jun...didn't make

you...too uncomfortable..."

Uncomfortable? No...Xing Jun didn't make me uncomfortable at all...On the contrary, his gentle and delicate...kisses and caresses

only made me feel...comfortable...

This is precisely why I'm suffering from insomnia and distress...Thinking about how I let Xing Jun's handsome appearance and considerate actions

lead me to let him touch me, even making my lips touch his...and being aroused by him...I feel utterly ashamed

. Wasn't I just reluctantly agreeing to this unusual 'partner swapping' to help my husband?

Why, do I seem to be...enjoying it a little?

I blamed myself, and even more so my husband, the one who started it all: "Don't you feel sorry for me? You still want me to be...

touched...a second time?"

"Of course I feel sorry! And I'm jealous! I really want to stop it, I really want to stop it...but..." His expression

was incredibly complicated: "Inside my body, it's like there's another me, I feel so excited! I want to watch...I want

to see you and other men...get close...Actually, I'm in so much pain, but I'm also so excited..."

"Wife...you're a normal person, you don't have this kind of...illness...I don't know how to

explain it ..." My husband closed his eyes, seemingly both in pain and remorseful: "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have forced you last time

...and now I'm bringing it up again...a second time..."

Seeing him like this, I...softened my heart again. He didn't want childhood trauma, didn't want this inner demon,

didn't want an abnormal person... and the only one who could save him was his wife... me...

"Husband..." Instantly, my anger subsided by ninety percent. I reached out and stroked my husband's tense face: "Last time

with... Xing Jun... that... did it really... help you?"

"Yes... a few days ago, you felt it too, right..." He opened his eyes and answered, but then seemed afraid I would be angry:

"When I made love with you... I was recalling how Xing Jun... treated you that day..."

"Then, my body became very aroused and responsive! But after a few days, that feeling...

slowly faded... no matter how hard I tried to recall it, I couldn't..."

Had the shock passed? Or was the memory gradually fading? In short… my husband knew he needed new

stimulation , which is why he proposed a second “partner swapping” to me…

Psychological illnesses, it seems, don't have a cure-all… It seems I have no choice but to…

sigh… once dirty, twice filthy…

“Okay…” Helplessly, I once again pushed myself into this unbearable situation: “I agree…

to see Xing Jun one more time…”

********************

In a prime location in downtown Beijing, there are all sorts of luxurious high-end establishments. There is a high-class

private club there, seemingly normal on the surface, but in reality, it is one of the locations of a “partner swapping club.”

Male members of the “partner swapping club” can offer their girlfriends,

lovers, and wives in this absolutely safe and secluded place for other men to defile… to satisfy their bizarre… “partner swapping” morbidity.

My husband, whom I married six months ago, is one of them. For over a decade, since puberty, his

greatest sexual desire had been to witness his beloved female companion being kissed, caressed, and flirted with by another man

…

Slowly, I stepped into the same suite I'd been to before—just over a week ago,

here, arranged by my husband, I'd had my first… 'partner swapping'. The other man was a

handsome, charming man in his early thirties—Xing Jun.

Just like the first time, in the room, decorated like a top-tier hotel, Xing Jun was already smiling and waiting for me:

"Xi Yuan, we meet again."

That word 'again' was truly embarrassing… I nervously bit my lower lip, standing there, unsure how to

face him.

"Don't just stand there like last time… Come sit here, okay?" Xing Jun considerately suggested.

Yes, last time… I stood in front of the mirrored wall, facing my husband who was hiding on the other side, letting him witness in detail

how Xing Jun kissed and touched me…

Even though it was only our second meeting, Xing Jun treated me like a good friend, naturally and gently taking my hand and

sitting down with me on the black leather sofa. Today, I didn't insist on standing. Thinking back to last week,

when I accepted Xing Jun's… flirting, being only a few feet away from the mirror and my husband, I felt incredibly ashamed and just wanted

to keep my distance from that overly wide mirrored wall…

Xing Jun was sitting to my right. Remembering our previous excessive intimacy, I was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Shyly

lowering my head, I let my long, black hair, past my shoulders, partially cover my right cheek. I nervously placed my hands on my knees…

How would he… treat me today? When would he begin? How would he begin?

Of course I was scared and shy… but when I felt a tinge of

anticipation for Xing Jun's next move, I couldn't help but feel apprehensive—could it be that, on the second time, I was already not averse to… 'partner swapping'?

Xing Jun's gentle voice interrupted my thoughts: "I thought I had scared you that day and wouldn't have a chance

to see you again."

I kept my head down, not responding. I couldn't bring myself to explain that when I stopped him last time, it wasn't because I was scared,

but because his… foreplay made me feel too… good. That day, I stopped 'partner swapping' not because I disliked it, but because

I didn't want him to touch my… underwear, didn't want him to find out that I was already… wet with excitement. I didn't want him

to look down on me, to think I was a promiscuous woman…

Xing Jun reached out and gently placed his hands on the back of my hands, his tone sincere: "Xi Yuan, for the past week or so,

I've thought about you every day."

Was he trying to comfort me? For some reason, I felt he was speaking from the heart… On the other hand, actually

… over the past week or so, I've thought of him many times…

Most of the time, I regretted letting him treat me so brazenly that day… But

sometimes , thinking about his… indecent behavior makes me blush and my heart race just from recalling it… Even

when I can't sleep at night, I sometimes miss his handsome features, his warm lips, his nimble fingers…

There's something else that's been bothering me ever since we parted, something I really want to know—

"Which one am I?" As soon as the question left my mouth, I realized I hadn't really spoken

much .

"What…which one are you?"

Jealousy welled up inside me, and for the first time today, I looked Xing Jun directly in the eye: "Which one…am I in this…'partner swapping'?

How many times…?"

After going home last time, I kept thinking about it, and I actually got jealous—

how many women has Xing Jun…touched in this 'partner swapping' event? How many times has he done this before?

None of those women are prettier than me, a celebrity, right? They're not like the conservative me; they must all be

promiscuous perverts…but Xing Jun, who touched me, had also touched them before…

I know perfectly well that I have no connection with Xing Jun, so what right do I have to care? But a woman's jealous nature

always compels me to know everything... Because, for the first time in my life, after getting married, I only allowed Xing Jun to touch me besides

my husband . He is my only "partner swapper," so I also want to be his

only one... But I know in my heart that the chance is very slim...

"Xi Yuan, I don't want to deceive you... You are not the first." As expected, my

heart tightened for no reason.

"I've been a member of the 'partner swapping club' for three years, and because I've always been single, I've mostly been an observer of others' 'partner swapping.'"

Xing Jun seemed to understand my thoughts and explained in detail: "But other male members probably think I'm

pretty good-looking, which makes it easier for their female partners to accept 'partner swapping'..."

I understood. With Xing Jun's refined appearance, he could indeed gradually lower the guard of even the most reserved woman...

I was a prime example last time...

"So, over the past three years, several members have asked me for help... just like Xiao Fei, arranging for me and

you... to meet..."

Hearing him mention my husband, my cheeks flushed instantly... What am I even jealous of? I'm a married woman!

This 'partner swapping,' wasn't it only to cure my husband's emotional wounds that I reluctantly agreed to?

Besides, Xing Jun isn't... my man... Why should I care how many times he's done 'partner swapping'?

Torn between conflicted emotions, I lowered my head again, avoiding his gaze. "No need to continue... I shouldn't have asked..."

I looked down, and Xing Jun, who had been pressing on the back of my hand, now held both of mine. "No, what I want to say is, I haven't

been with too many of the members' female companions. Xi Yuan, you are... the fifth one. Also, I agreed to those 'partner swapping' sessions

simply to fulfill my duty of mutual assistance among members. Beforehand, I had no other thoughts about them; afterwards, I quickly moved on and

forgot about them."

"However, my feelings for you are definitely different." Hearing this, I looked up with a hint of surprise,

meeting Xing Jun's deep, affectionate eyes. "I told you before, right

? I liked you a lot when I saw you in various media outlets, really. So, before and after, you were on my mind. So, for the past

week , I've truly thought about you every day."

"Although we've only met twice; although, given our relationship, you'll probably

find it strange that I'm saying this, and think I'm lying... but I still want to say—"

"Xi Yuan, I like you so much."

Unexpectedly… a silly question born of jealousy led Xing Jun to suddenly… confess his deepest feelings. I…

was a little moved. I was willing to believe him; he wasn't lying to me… I even felt… a touch of happiness.

If he had no feelings for me whatsoever, and only purely desired my body, wouldn't my agreement to these two 'partner swaps' be

too degrading?

I didn't know how to react, so I unconsciously clasped his hands with mine, our fingers intertwined, a wave of

… tenderness and sweetness rising in my heart.

Xing Jun seemed to be intoxicated by the atmosphere as well. Soon, however, he stared at me mischievously: "Huh? Just now, you were

jealous of me, weren't you? That's great, it means you're starting to have feelings for me…"

I… have feelings for him? Really? Even I myself couldn't understand… ever since

this 'partner swapping' happened… my rationality and emotions had been in complete disarray…

had Xing Jun really seen through half of my thoughts? My face must have turned bright red… He gazed at my embarrassment,

clearly even more moved: “You know what? Your shy look is so innocent… it makes me want to… tease you—

”

Thinking of the implied meaning of ‘tease’… my heart skipped a beat. Less than ten minutes later,

the fear I felt about ‘swapping partners’ when I first entered the room had largely vanished. The one I swapped with was vaguely

anticipating … Xing Jun, he was about to…

“Xi Yuan, shall we begin? Xiao Fei is probably next door, waiting anxiously…”

Husband? I suddenly realized that since stepping into this room, I had almost forgotten his

existence … My mind was completely captivated by Xing Jun…

Thinking of my jealous questioning earlier, Xing Jun’s sudden confession… what would my husband think of me? Would he think

I had fallen for Xing Jun? Would he overthink, get angry, think I… betrayed him?

I couldn't help but glance at the mirrored wall. Xing Jun noticed and whispered in my ear, "I know what you're thinking,

don't worry. Xiao Fei is only excited when it's like this with you..."

As if trying to convince me with his actions, Xing Jun looked into the mirror and said, "Xiao Fei, if I say I like your wife, will you blame me for being with

Xi Yuan?"

Just like last time, he emphasized the words "your wife" to his husband... I felt so ashamed...

"No, no..." From the ceiling, the speaker broadcast my husband's slightly excited voice: "I just want

... to see you... like this..."

The sweetness that Xing Jun's declaration of love brought me vanished in an instant because of my husband's words...

The sadness that I had briefly let go of surged back into my heart... Why does my husband have this 'partner-swapping' fetish?

"Xiao Fei, Xi Yuan and I are going to get intimate..." Xing Jun continued to provoke my husband: "Before we start,

is there anything you want to say to your wife?"

I heard my husband take a deep breath: "Wife, today... open up... a little more!"

Last time... wasn't I open up enough? Just how much open-minded do you want me to be?

"See, Xiaofei won't mind..." My melancholy was written all over my face, and Xing Junlin lovingly comforted me:

"So, don't put pressure on yourself. Just listen to him and relax a little..."

He then lowered his voice to a volume only I could hear: "Xiao Fei told me he hasn't been able to satisfy you for the past six months.

You must be having a hard time, right? Even though we can't have sex, like last week, let me make you feel good,

okay?"

"Just relax and enjoy yourself; Xiao Fei will be excited when he sees it... So,

when you go home tonight, he'll be able to satisfy you."

If anyone else heard this, they would think Xing Jun was lying to me... But my intuition told me he wasn't.

My body was... like meat on a chopping board. Whether he coaxed me or not, my husband would agree and let him do whatever he wanted with me.

I felt that he was genuinely thinking of me; every word he said was so convincing. I

couldn't find reason to refute or refuse...

I asked myself, should I listen to him?

A promise seemed to appear in my mind: Just... listen to him—

I lowered my eyelashes, nodded shyly, and clearly... indicated... my agreement.

With my permission, Xing Jun, as if wanting to get a good look at me today, reached out and brushed aside

the slightly wavy black hair that was partially covering my right cheek. "You've dressed up today."

He gently lifted my chin, scrutinizing my features. "You remembered what I said last time

..."

I had indeed remembered... What he said last week: "Xi Yuan, if there's a next time... then

dress me up..."

Unlike last time when I disliked "partner swapping" and therefore had no intention of dressing up; I had put on a little something before leaving the house

.

My slightly wavy black hair was draped over my shoulders, and my makeup was light. My eyebrows were lightly brushed, my lips a pale red; a dark blue short-sleeved shirt paired with

black capri trousers; dangling earrings and high heels, all in a pinkish-peach hue…

Because I knew I was meeting Xing Jun today, I couldn't help but want to make myself… prettier…

“Xi Yuan, you look so beautiful today…” Xing Jun complimented, his handsome face slowly drawing closer to mine:

“Even more beautiful than last time…”

Xing Jun was about to start flirting with me again… My husband was also spying on me again, engaging in ‘partner swapping’… These two conflicting

events made my heart race…

More than a week later, Xing Jun's lips touched my cherry lips again. Last time I didn't resist,

and this time I didn't either, our lips met again, rubbing back and forth… Gently brushing against each other, I felt a secret joy, like a long-awaited

reunion .

But today, Xing Jun seemed to want more than just that—he opened his mouth for the first time, stuck out his tongue, and

lightly licked his pale red lip gloss, as if trying to part my lips and tentatively enter…

He wanted to…give me a wet kiss? I've acted in many passionate kissing scenes in TV shows and movies, but most were 'fake kisses' for the sake of

the camera ; even in a few instances where I shared a kiss with a male co-star, I kept my teeth tightly closed and would never

use my tongue…

Therefore, in recent years, the only person I've ever given a wet kiss to is my husband. Could I let Xing Jun do this?

And, right here on the sofa facing the mirror wall, in front of my husband?

Hesitating, I closed my lips, but Xing Jun persisted, his tongue continuing to lick my lips. Warm,

wet…the feeling…wasn't bad.

I looked at him, and as if gesturing to me, he closed his eyes first, and I unconsciously followed suit. Everything was pitch black before my eyes

, and my senses naturally focused solely on my lips… Xing Jun’s tongue was still patiently exploring, making my lips

completely wet…

“Wife, today… open up a little more…” My husband’s earlier words suddenly replayed in my

mind … Yes, my husband had told me to open up a little more… Only in this way would he be excited, only then

would we have a happy sex life, and only then could we conceive a child…

I told myself that I had a reason to do this… So, for the first time after our marriage, I slightly parted my red lips to a man I had only

met —

I finally yielded, but Xing Jun did not immediately penetrate my mouth. Instead, he first

kissed . He took my upper lip in his mouth and kissed it gently; then he sucked on my lower lip, slowly nibbling

at it… This initial contact alone made me feel… he really knew… how to kiss a woman…

Then, his tongue slipped in… licking the smooth inside of my lips, then sweeping over my teeth and

gums, all his actions so gentle and delicate… Compared to all my boyfriends and… husbands, Xing

Jun… was a kissing master I had never met…

After exploring my mouth, Xing Jun's tongue found my delicate tongue. He used the nimble tip of his tongue to touch the

tip of my tongue, then slipped down, slowly licking the base of my tongue… Everything was gradual and not abrupt,

but I was as nervous as if it were my first kiss, my tongue completely afraid to move… Even though we were already 'swapping partners,' I

didn't want to appear too eager, lest he mistake me for an open woman…

Did he sense my lack of reaction? Xing Jun released my mouth, and I opened my eyes at the same time, seeing his concerned expression as he

asked , "Xi Yuan, you... don't like it?"

I gently shook my head. I wanted to say it out loud: I like it... your kisses are better than any of my ex-boyfriends,

better than my current husband...

"Are you shy?" Xing Jun understood my feelings well, whispering in my ear, "Don't be shy...

Xiao Fei can't see it inside the mouth."

"Xi Yuan, I really want to French kiss you..." With a pleading tone, he lightly kissed my earlobe,

then gave me another wet kiss, his tongue touching mine...

Yes, my husband... can't see it... why shouldn't I just... lightly... kiss Xing Jun?

I decided to respond to Xing Jun—my small tongue met his, and we kissed and licked each other, instantly making my sensitive

skin tingle. Xing Jun was encouraged, his tongue circling, gradually guiding me, until our tongues intertwined. I

moved my tongue in response to his, and our tongues grew closer and wetter with each touch… Though I didn’t take the initiative, my tender tongue increasingly didn’t want to

separate from his warm tongue…

Xing Jun let me taste the most authentic French kiss… As we kissed, we both felt increasingly

aroused kisses became even more passionate… I don’t know how long we’d been kissing. Five minutes? Or perhaps

more than ten? In short, I felt myself almost breathless from the kiss…

Clearly sensing I was about to reach my limit, Xing Jun released my mouth, letting me catch my breath. I had never experienced such an intense

kiss before; my face flushed, I was breathless, and I lowered my head, opening my mouth slightly to gasp for air…

“Come on, take a break.” Xing Jun considerately leaned forward, allowing me to lean against him. I was indeed quite tired,

so I rested my right cheek on his left shoulder, using it as a pillow. His shoulders were broad and strong, giving me a great sense of security…

From this angle, I could glimpse the mirrored wall next to the sofa—

behind the giant mirror, in the other room, my husband, witnessing me snuggling against Xing Jun, was he excited?

Why was it that the one who made me feel at ease wasn't my life partner, but someone I had only met twice…

my 'partner-swapping' opponent… Xing Jun?

As I felt sorry for myself, I heard Xing Jun's greeting through my left ear, which was turned upwards: “Xi Yuan, are you alright?”

“If you're not feeling well, or unwilling, let's stop here for today…” Seeing that I was just leaning against him,

not moving , it was normal for Xing Jun to misunderstand.

I wasn't...uncomfortable. Reluctance, that was the truth. But could I give up halfway? We'd only gone as far as...

a wet kiss...my husband, who was secretly watching, certainly wasn't satisfied. Last time, he only

felt satisfied and excited when Xing Jun unbuttoned my clothes and bra, and touched my body directly...

Yes, to cure my husband's heartache, I had no choice but to let...the 'partner swapping' continue—

"Xing Jun..." This was probably the first time I'd called his name.

I rested my head on Xing Jun's shoulder and whispered, not wanting my husband to hear: "...Continue."

"Xi Yuan...?" Xing Jun's hesitant voice came from beside me: "You really want...to continue?"

Deceiving myself, I closed my eyes, placed my left hand on Xing Jun's right hand, and in an almost inaudible voice uttered the most shameful

request: "...Like last time...take off my clothes, my underwear...touch...my

body "

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