Wife-swapping comedy

My name is Li Ming, and I've been married for a year. My wife's name is Su Qin. I met her after I started working, and we dated for two years before getting married. She's slim with very full breasts. One spring day this year, I came home from work in the afternoon and found her alone, reading a letter. When she saw me, she hurriedly put the letter away. I asked her who the letter was from. She blushed and stammered, replying that it was from an old friend. Of course, I didn't believe her, because I know her very well; she's a very innocent girl who blushes easily when she lies.

I didn't press her, because everyone has the right to privacy. Before I met her, I had several relationships. The girl who captivated me the most was named Xiao Yi. We were deeply in love, but fate intervened, and after she went abroad, our communication gradually ceased. I often dreamt of being with her, but I've never told Su Qin about it, and I don't know anything about her past. On our wedding night, I was very happy that she was still a virgin, so I figured she probably hadn't had many relationships before.

That night, I noticed she was restless. Thinking I was asleep, she left the bedroom and sat on the sofa for a long time, sighing deeply. Through the crack in the door, I saw tears welling up in her eyes, and a thought struck me—it might be related to the letter

I'd received earlier that day. The next day, while she was out running errands, I found the letter. After reading it, I was quite shocked. It turned out she had also experienced a passionate, life-or-death relationship; she had dated a classmate for five years. From the letter, I learned his name was Xu Zhiming, and I vaguely pieced together the story.

That Xu guy (I felt a surge of jealousy) went to study in the United States during his senior year and even got married there. What shocked me most was that his wife was named Lan Haiyi, from Beijing. Wasn't my ex-girlfriend also named Lan Haiyi? Could it really be her? Upon further reading, it was a cruel twist of fate: Xiao Yi's father owned a precision optical instrument company in the United States and was very wealthy. Yes, it was her.

In the letter, he confided in Xiaoqin about his unhappy marriage. Xiaoyi could never forget her first love, and the two had always been estranged despite sharing a bed. He was going back to China next month, partly to see her and express his longing, and partly to take care of some business there. He begged Xiaoqin to give him a chance to clear up the misunderstanding from years ago, and then he would leave forever with his unwavering love for her.

I was furious, but also amazed by the strange twists of fate, and I didn't know what to say. I was also curious about Xiaoyi's current situation, knowing that she still hadn't forgotten me, which only intensified my longing and endless yearning.

I put the letter back where it was, and after Xiaoqin returned, I didn't mention it again, secretly plotting my next move.

I left his email address in the letter, telling her to email him if she wanted to contact him. I installed hacking software on my home computer to record all keystrokes. A week later, I discovered the letter Xiaoqin had sent in English, and I easily recovered it. The thing that had worried and pained me finally happened: Xiaoqin wrote to him that she also wanted to see him and wanted to spend a night with him!

A night of "love" with him! This betrayal initially enraged me, but my anger was slowly replaced by a strange excitement: the thought of my beloved wife moaning and wanton under another man, being played with, actually gave me a sexual urge! How would the innocent Xiaoqin do it with him? The more I thought about it, the more excited I became.

Xiaoqin's attitude also gave me a sense of revenge; I had to get in touch with Xiaoyi through him and rekindle my old romance with her. What a fucking pervert! During

that time, Xiaoqin often fell into deep thought, but she was still very good to me. It was clear that she still loved me very much. I wondered what would happen a month later.

One day a month later, a special guest came to our house. I came home very late from work that day and heard faint sounds of conversation. I opened the door and saw a dashing young man chatting with Xiaoqin on the sofa. My sixth sense told me that this person was Xu Zhiming. They tried their best to maintain a polite and courteous atmosphere, sitting quite far apart. I chuckled inwardly, wondering how Xiaoqin would lie to me.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoqin spoke without blushing this time: "Daming, come, let me introduce you. This is my old classmate, surnamed Xu, we haven't been in touch for a long time..."

"Xu Zhiming," I said with a smile, extending my hand.

Both of them were stunned. Xiaoqin was quite surprised: "How did you know?"

I didn't say anything, just scolded Xiaoqin: "You sent a letter to Mr. Xu on the computer and even saved it. You're so careless! The title was the first sentence of the letter: 'My dearest.' I thought it was for me, so I looked at it.

" "Did I save it?" Xiaoqin was confused, her face flushed as she thought for a moment, then covered her face and ran to the bedroom to cry.

Xu Zhiming was very embarrassed: "I'm so sorry, I've disrupted your lives. I'll take my leave."

"Wait!" I stopped him.

Xiaoqin ran out nervously, tears welling in her eyes: "Daming, it's all my fault! Let him go! Hit me if you want!"

"How could I hit Zhiming? He's your friend, and he's my friend too. No one's at fault, fate is at fault. I still want him to have a drink! Don't go, Zhiming."

Xiaoqin looked at me suspiciously. I pulled Xu Zhiming, who looked uneasy and confused, and said to him, "You can't leave today. To be honest, you two knew each other first. Xiaoqin is my wife, and I love her very much, but I still have some dignity. You haven't done anything to wrong me. Even if you did… I love her so much, I would fulfill any wish she has."

"Daming, I'm sorry. I love you even more. You won't divorce me, will you?"

"Absolutely not! That would be too easy on this guy!"

"No, we can't do that. It would be too unfair to you."

I insisted that Xu Zhiming stay and drink at home. After a few rounds of drinks, the three of us chatted happily, all a little tipsy. Seeing that Xiaoqin and Xu Zhiming were gradually relaxing, I took their hands and linked them together: "I've had a similar experience. I know that first love is the most unforgettable. I'll step back for the next two days, Xiaoqin, don't worry. I love you very much too. I'm just stepping back for two days now; I won't divorce you."

Xiaoqin blushed and glanced at Xu Zhiming with her head down, then looked at me guiltily: "What are you talking about?" Her expression was charming, her breasts heaving, and her figure alluring. Xu Zhiming was dumbfounded.

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