I was involved in a wife swapping scheme in Pudong, Shanghai.

My family lives in Pudong, Shanghai. My wife and I were classmates in university. We're both 35 this year and stayed in Shanghai after graduation. My wife works as a finance manager in a large company. She's 165cm tall, and having a baby didn't affect her natural figure; she's only slightly heavier than before we got married, weighing 49kg. My wife isn't exactly beautiful, but she has a very regular face, not a big face, and her skin is like most Chinese people's.

Our married life has been quite uneventful. In university, my wife had many suitors, mainly because she was a very good dancer. After we got married, she didn't seem to have much contact with those who had pursued her.

Before, my wife had a very strong sex drive, but since having a child, she seems quite passive during sex, only showing interest in the first two days of her period. I thought most families lived ordinary lives like ours. But about two years ago, one summer evening, it was already 10:50 PM and my wife still hadn't come home, so I couldn't help but call. She answered after a long pause. I asked her a lot of questions, and she said someone was drunk and she was coming home as soon as she finished. Around midnight, after she returned home, I noticed she seemed unusually excited, her face flushed.

I was already in bed, and seeing her excited eyes, I couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong today? Did you take the wrong medicine?" My wife just smiled and ignored me. After she finished showering and returned to the room, she simply said to me, "Don't be crazy, I'm the same as before!" My wife lay beside me, and as I naturally embraced her, it seemed she wasn't rejecting me today. "Gently, don't rush!" my wife said. But I could clearly feel that my wife was already wet down there, something that usually takes me a long time to achieve. "What's wrong today?" I asked gently after penetrating my wife. My wife didn't say anything, but simply spread her legs wider. Soon after, my wife's face turned pale, and she reached orgasm. During the break, I asked my wife, "Something must have happened today, did you run into one of your past suitors?" "Nothing!" my wife said firmly.

"Then why are you so excited today?" I asked again, but my wife still didn't answer. After a while, my wife whispered to me, "You really want to know?" "Yes!" I replied. "I'll tell you, but you can't get angry," she said. Actually, as soon as she said that, I became nervous, worried about what might have happened between us that night. But despite this, I still pretended to be nonchalant and replied, "We've been married for so long, what can't we talk about?" My wife hesitated for a moment, looked at me, and said very softly, "Tonight, the boss at work drank too much because he signed a very big contract." "Tell me!" I urged. "At first, after we finished drinking, the boss invited them to go to karaoke. You know, I usually don't go to these kinds of events. If I hadn't prepared the documents, I wouldn't have gone today either." My wife glanced at me again and continued, "But you don't know, when we got to the karaoke bar, I was the only woman there; there were five men. Later, the boss told them to call some girls to keep us company, and they called four in. When the guests saw the girls, they were initially quite proper, but later they ignored my presence and started touching the girls." I wasn't used to this, so I said goodbye to the boss and tried to leave, but he disagreed, saying they could stay in the private room while we went dancing. So, I couldn't resist and went dancing with the boss. You know our boss, he's only forty this year, and he dances very well. I haven't danced in years, so I'm a bit rusty.” Hearing this, I asked, “During the dancing, did your boss make any excessive movements?” “Nothing was wrong! Dancing is definitely more intimate than usual, and besides, everyone's wearing less clothing in the summer,” my wife continued.

“But…but…” my wife hesitated again. "Tell me, I want to know all the details of what happened last night. I won't be angry." My wife seemed to steel herself and continued, "When he was dancing slowly, he touched my back. Because the lights inside seemed to be completely off, and everyone was pressed tightly together, I could often feel his penis intentionally or unintentionally pressing against my body." "That's all?" I asked somewhat reluctantly. I asked again, "Where did his penis touch your body?" My wife gently squeezed my penis and said, "Right where you inserted it. He also touched other places on my body, and I couldn't push him away even if I wanted to." "What places? Just tell me all at once!" At this moment, I felt my penis getting hard again. I pulled my wife back a little and inserted my already hard penis into her body. "Tell me quickly!" I said somewhat impatiently. At that moment, my wife pounced on me and whispered in my ear,

"When we were dancing slowly, we were initially keeping our distance, but someone accidentally touched us, and we naturally ended up pressed together. At first, his hands were just around my waist, but then one hand started stroking my back. When that hand touched the back of my bra strap, it would linger for a long time. At first, I didn't mind, because everyone does that in those situations. But then, his other hand started getting restless too..." "How did it get restless?" I interjected, and at that moment I realized my penis was painfully hard inside my wife, and I couldn't help but thrust in and out forcefully. My wife moaned again as I thrust into her, but continued speaking intermittently: "His hand behind me was wrapped around my breasts, and his front hand started squeezing them through my clothes. I told him not to do that, but he ignored me and continued, even kissing my face. You know, the music for slow dances goes on and on, endlessly. Later, I followed him to the innermost corner, where there were already many people, but only a few lights were on." "There's no light left." The wife paused, then continued, "After we moved inside, he started reaching his hands inside my shirt from behind. I don't even know how he unhooked my bra from behind, and then he started groping me inside. And... and he even reached down under my skirt and slipped his hands under my underwear to fondle my buttocks. After I pulled them out, he started touching my breasts directly." "He touched your breasts?" I asked sadly.

"Yes, he was too strong, I really couldn't do anything about it, and I couldn't confront him." "Then did he touch your genitals?" I asked. "He tried to touch me, but I said, 'If you keep doing that, I'm leaving.' So he didn't continue. After that, he just kept pinching my breasts, which made me feel so uncomfortable!" "When the slow dance ended, I looked at my watch and it was already 10:30. I said I had to go home. The boss said he would take me home, but I should settle the tip for the private room first. As for the other expenses, since I was familiar with the place, I could tell him to settle them tomorrow. So I waited for him in his car. After a while, he came out after he had made the arrangements." "After you came out, did you come straight back?" I asked sourly.

"We were supposed to be back, but you called from the car, so he stopped in the woods by the roadside. You were talking so much on the phone. At first, he just looked at me while he talked, but then he started touching me..." "Where did he touch you?" I asked eagerly. "Where else could he touch? He touched the places he couldn't reach before, but I was on the phone with you, so I couldn't make too much noise for you to hear, and I had to use my other hand to deal with him. By the time you hung up, his hands had already forcefully spread my legs apart, and... he even put a finger inside." At this point, I was extremely excited by my wife's description and even more eager to know what happened next.

"What happened next?" I asked.

"After hanging up the phone, I forcefully pulled his hand away and told him I wanted to get off the bus and take a taxi home. But he said he didn't mean any harm; he just liked me and maybe he'd had too much to drink and couldn't control his emotions. But unexpectedly, he moved my hand to his penis while talking.

I was startled, not knowing when he had taken his penis out, but because he was holding my hand tightly, I couldn't pull it back. When he pressed my hand on top of his penis, he told me he would respect me, but hoped I could help him ejaculate with my hand, saying he was sad. I thought to myself, I've already been touched by him; if he releases, I can go home immediately, so... so I followed his hand and started stroking his penis."

I don't know what happened, but he wouldn't come out even after I tried for a long time. So I just used both hands to help him. At that moment, he said he might have torn his penis, and just as I was about to ask him to turn on the light so I could see, he ejaculated all over, getting it all over both our clothes. Afterwards, he drove me home. When we got out of the car, he tried to kiss me, but I didn't agree. No wonder, when my wife came in, I noticed some wet patches on the front of her clothes.

At that moment, I didn't feel any resentment towards my wife. Instead, I felt a thrill I'd never experienced before. The thought that my wife's breasts and private parts had just been played with by a strange man filled me with a strange excitement.
While making love with my wife, my mind was filled with the fragments of her description. Although I felt a pang of sadness for a moment, the stimulation and excitement prevailed.

After we finished, I couldn't help but ask my wife again, "What did it feel like when you were stroking him?" My wife was shy and wouldn't say, but after my repeated questioning, she finally answered haltingly: "His thing, because it's dark, I can't see it. At first, it felt really big when I touched it, but since he couldn't ejaculate, after I touched his whole thing, it didn't seem that big. It didn't match his size. For someone that big, that thing should be even bigger." My wife continued, "But his thing is definitely bigger than yours." After she finished speaking, she touched my penis and said, "It should be longer than yours, and the head seems bigger too, but overall it's not as thick as yours when it's erect.
And when it's erect, I feel it's still soft. I really don't know how he has sex with his wife at home." The next morning when I got up, I looked at my still-sleepy, naked wife. Thinking about how my wife had been touched by someone else last night, I felt really bad. But as soon as I thought about it, my penis immediately became erect again. Without realizing it, I lay down again, carefully parted my wife's legs, and easily penetrated her again
. Actually, my wife was already awake while I was doing this, but she didn't open her eyes.

In the morning, after everyone got up, my wife asked me, "What should I do if he harasses me again?" At that moment, my mind went blank. My wife now earns more than ten thousand yuan a month, and it's impossible for her to give up her job because of this. Moreover, although this kind of accidental affair of my wife's is not what I wanted to happen, once it happened, besides the bitterness, I did feel a strange excitement.

It had been many years since I had this kind of exciting and constantly desired feeling when making love with my wife. I didn't say much, just told her to avoid being alone with him as much as possible.
A few days passed, and during those days, I made love to my wife almost every day. Her libido suddenly became much stronger, and we both noticed the changes. In a discussion after a passionate encounter, my wife asked me if I would divorce her if she had a more direct relationship with another man. "Of course not," I immediately told her, but I hoped that if such a thing happened in the future, she wouldn't be too emotionally invested, because the children were already so grown up. Actually, it wasn't a huge loss for me; it just made me feel a little uncomfortable sometimes. Besides, I also had a lover outside, but since that incident, I had no feelings for her, and my attention had returned to my wife.

So I asked my wife if her boss was harassing her again. She laughed and said, "No!" In fact, the boss was always avoiding her now, and she seemed to have seen through him after this incident; she really had no feelings for him anymore. And so, another six months passed uneventfully, but during those six months, my wife's libido underwent a complete change. When we made love, we often talked about what had happened to her.
We had a friend from university who later became a couple, and they were very close to our family. That male classmate told me after my marriage that he had once had a crush on my current wife. He was 5 centimeters taller than me, standing at 180 centimeters, and looked incredibly strong. Even though we'd both gained weight since graduation, he hadn't; his physique was still very muscular. Several times when we went swimming together, I'd seen my wife enviously staring at his muscles.

His wife used to be in the class next to ours; she was the bandleader. She was about the same height as my wife, maybe a little taller, but she looked fuller and, in my opinion, more feminine. Our two families often took our children on trips, sometimes with other classmates joining us.

I remember it was during the National Day holiday that year; we arranged for our families to drive to Huangshan for a few days. Since his wife's mother had taken their child back to her hometown in Guangdong, his classmate, thinking their child would be alone, didn't bring them along.
On the way there, everyone joked that his wife was sitting in the front, and he kept wanting to sleep while driving, so it would be better if my wife sat next to him. Since we were all old friends, everyone laughed and hit the road. We were driving my company's Buick minivan, which was very spacious and comfortable for long journeys.
So, my wife sat next to him, and his wife and I sat in the back. At first, everyone was chatting and laughing in the car, but gradually, his wife said she wanted to sleep. At this point, I jokingly said, "Did you finish the trip plans ahead of schedule last night?" My wife retorted that I was always so irresponsible. Because his wife would always rest her head on my shoulder after falling asleep, I would jokingly tell my classmates that it was his wife who initiated the rest. My classmates would always respond with a grin, telling me to take good care of his wife and not to bully her. Since everyone always said things like that, no one thought much of it.
As night fell and it got dark outside, my wife was still chatting and laughing with him, while I started to feel sleepy. When I woke up after a short nap, I heard my wife say to him, "Those two are asleep. They look like a married couple!" I squinted and watched for a while. My classmate was still driving intently and said, "They're wide awake when we want to sleep at night." Suddenly, I noticed that my classmate's wife seemed a little cold, so I said, "Turn on the air conditioning. Your wife will catch a cold sleeping like that." But to my surprise, my classmate said, "So you weren't asleep? Turning on the air conditioning in October? Do you think we're crazy?" He then threw his coat at me from the front.

So, I carefully draped the coat over my classmate's wife. But after a while, I noticed that my classmate's wife had one hand on my... well, you know. It made me feel very uncomfortable sitting in the back, so I gently placed my hand under hers to protect my... well, you know. Holding my classmate's wife's cold hand, I suddenly had some inappropriate thoughts, and soon my body began to feel hard again.

I still can't quite put my finger on it, but I had that feeling several times when my classmate's wife leaned against me, whether she was deliberately squeezing my hand. Finally, we arrived in Huangshan City and found a restaurant near the hotel to eat. Everyone was exhausted from the long journey, and drinking and eating was truly the best way to relax. Since we all knew each other very well, we drank quite a bit that evening. After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest; it was almost ten o'clock at night. In our room, after my wife finished showering, she put on the pajamas I'd brought from home and said to me, "You two didn't do anything naughty in the back today, did you?" I said, "No!" My wife chuckled and said, "Your classmate, while driving, put his hand on my thigh several times. I thought it was unintentional, but later I realized he did it on purpose. You men are all the same!" I was shocked: "Really?!" My wife said, "Really!" Because of my previous experience, I was much more tolerant.

My wife continued, "He just put it on top, didn't do anything." I casually retorted, "Do you expect him to take it further?" My wife laughed and playfully hit me. Just then, I heard the phone ring in the room. I answered it; it was my classmate from next door, saying that if we didn't want to sleep, since we hadn't finished our liquor and had brought a lot of stuff, we could chat a little longer. I asked my wife's opinion, and she said, "Sure." My wife asked if I wanted to change clothes; she wasn't wearing a bra. I said, "Whatever!" So, we immediately went to their room. Perhaps they didn't expect us to come so quickly, because they didn't even say hello. When my classmate opened the door, he was only wearing a pair of briefs. Seeing my wife, he immediately said, "Wait a minute!" I chuckled and said, "We're old friends, we've even swam together, what's the big deal?" But I didn't know his wife was still showering in the bathroom. As I went in to talk, I naturally placed my hand on the bathroom door.

The door opened, and his wife was naked, getting ready to get dressed. She looked up and saw my eyes; we were both instantly embarrassed. At that moment, my wife walked in front of me, blocking my view, and said, "Still looking? What are you looking at?!" And so, I awkwardly walked in.

My classmate, being inside, had no idea what had happened outside; he was only wearing beach shorts, still shirtless. I didn't explain anything, so I helped my classmate prepare the alcohol and other things. A little while later, his wife and my wife came out, their faces flushed, but still wearing their pajamas.

Since there were no chairs in the room, my classmate brought out a plastic sheet he had prepared for resting on the mountain. We all sat on the plastic sheet and started drinking. The two wives had already drunk quite a bit and initially said they wouldn't drink, but when I played drinking games with my classmate, they were worried that their husbands had drunk too much, so in the end everyone drank.

Since everyone was sitting on the floor, it wasn't a big deal for the men, but the women, wearing pajamas, were constantly exposed. At first, the two women were concerned about their clothes, constantly adjusting them. But later, as the atmosphere became more lively again, they stopped being so fussy. My classmate's wife's underwear was often exposed to me, and like my wife, she wasn't wearing a bra under her pajamas. Of course, my wife was also constantly being exposed; several times I saw my classmate's eyes peering at her breasts through the gaps in her clothes. I thought, so what if she looks? Women are all the same.

Besides, I've already had a thorough look at your wife, though the fog was too thick to see clearly. After sitting on the floor for a while, my classmate's wife got a little tired and asked him to massage her back. At this point, my wife said, "My husband is an expert at back massages, you can just let him do it." My classmate laughed and said, "Sure!" So, without hesitation, I moved over and started massaging his wife's back right in front of him.

Then, my classmate seemed to feel cheated and said he wanted my wife to massage his back too, as it was quite sore after driving all day. His wife laughed and said to her husband, "You'll have to tip, okay?" My wife generously told my classmate, "Go, lie down on the bed, I'll give you a good massage." To be honest, up to this point, no one had any other intentions, because everything felt very natural and even a little exciting. So, my classmate and his wife each lay down on their own beds. I guarantee that when I was massaging his wife's back, I was very serious.
We chatted and massaged for a while. After a while, my classmate said, "Let me turn over, massage my arm too." Just as my wife was massaging his arm, he said something that caused a drastic change. He said, "I see your wife's breasts, they're quite pretty..." Before he could finish, my wife slapped him. Because my wife's clothes had loosened during the vigorous massage, he easily saw her entire breast, and she immediately tightened her clothes. I smiled and replied, "Don't go too far! Your wife is in my hands too." At this moment, my classmate's wife said, "You've been massaging for so long, you must be tired. Why don't I massage you too?" His wife's words were exactly what I wanted. But my classmate said something sarcastic: "You can't look at my wife's things!" After I lay down, his wife started massaging me very seriously. And while I was massaging her back, the straps of her pajamas had come undone, but she didn't even bother to tighten them again.

Since his wife was massaging my arms with her back to him, he couldn't see her front. I lay there, still talking incoherently, but my eyes were already glued to her breasts. Her pajamas were loose in the front, and her breasts appeared and disappeared with her movements, incredibly alluring. Actually, she already knew her breasts were exposed to me, but she pretended not to care, as if she were getting revenge on her husband.
I don't know how my classmate reacted at that moment, but his wife must have seen that my penis was already erect. Just as his wife was about to switch hands, I quietly pinched one of her breasts, but still said, "I'm at a disadvantage, I can't see your wife's thing at all!" At this moment, my classmate even laughed happily, but I felt his wife pinch me hard. "Ouch!" I heard my wife cry out, and I wanted to look up to see what was going on, but my classmate's wife immediately stopped me.

I asked, "Honey, what's wrong?" My wife didn't answer, but my classmate was laughing at me, "I accidentally touched your wife's breast." At this moment, I saw that his wife was very unhappy, and said to me, "Never mind them, let's go to the next room." After saying that, she pulled me up, quickly straightened her clothes, and dragged me out the door. My wife called her, but his wife ignored her. My classmate said, "Ignore her!" And so, his wife and I went to my room.
Actually, I was already very excited. As soon as I entered, I closed the door and naturally put my arm around his wife's waist. At first, his wife didn't seem to react much. I reached my hand inside her clothes from behind and squeezed her breasts. Standing there in front of the bed, with the light off, I gradually slipped my hand down her nightgown. When my hand went through her underwear, she seemed a little nervous, but then she relaxed and gave up all resistance. Holding her, I gently pulled her underwear off one leg, but when I tried to pull it off with the other leg, she didn't agree.

When I laid her down on the bed, my lips were already lightly kissing her breasts. Aside from some moans, she did whatever I wanted. When I spread her legs, she responded very naturally, and then I penetrated her. It felt much looser than my wife's, but my intense excitement made me oblivious to these details. It seemed she was faster than me; soon, her hands gripped my shoulders tightly, saying, "I want it! Quickly..." I continued thrusting for a while, then gently asked, "Can I put it in?" She didn't answer, just nodded vigorously. From the moment she entered me until I ejaculated inside her, the whole process took less than ten minutes.

After I finished, she pushed me away and went to the bathroom to clean up. A moment later, without even saying goodbye, she went back to her room. My wife returned shortly after. As soon as she entered, she asked, "What's wrong?" I said, "How should I know?" My wife immediately reached into my pants and touched me: "You did it with her?" I didn't know how to answer her. While I hesitated, my wife said, "From now on, neither of us can do this again. We're even this time." Just as I was wondering about my wife's words, there was another knock at the door. I opened it and saw my classmate.

He asked, "What happened just now?" My wife immediately replied, "Nothing!" while glaring at me. "Nothing!" I said casually. "Oh! That's good, that's good. You guys rest!" And with that, my classmate left.

Later, their room was quiet, but my wife and I kept going on and on. After my classmate left, my wife lay down next to me and asked, "You're something else, how did you manage to kill someone else's wife so quickly!" I said, "Didn't you two do it?" My wife put my hand on her crotch and said, "I did it with him, that's why I'm like this down there now." "Then what were you doing?" I asked curiously. "As soon as she pulled you outside, he immediately became nervous, constantly asking me, 'What are you two doing out there?' I said, 'It's nothing, maybe we went a little too far with the joke today.' That made him relax a bit, and he tried to touch me again, but I wasn't in the mood anymore. I ignored him, just focused on straightening my clothes and thinking about what we were doing. Later, she came back and went to the bathroom alone, locking the door from the inside.

When I saw that, I was worried about you, so I rushed over." At that moment, even though they were classmates, I felt a strange sense of joy. I asked my wife, "What were you and him doing in that room? Hearing you two laughing and joking made me feel really uncomfortable." "You felt uncomfortable? You slept with someone else's wife, and you still feel uncomfortable?" my wife said sourly. "I thought you two were doing it too," I said, but I didn't dare say that.

My wife asked again, "Did you really penetrate her?" I said, "Yes." "Did you put it inside her?" I said, "Of course." "You! I don't know what to say to you! But it's all my fault for going too far with the joke. I won't allow you to touch her again." I said, "Okay! And I promise!" At that moment, I had slept with my classmate's wife, but he hadn't penetrated my wife. Besides feeling a little taken advantage of, I also felt genuinely wronged for my old friend.

Later, my wife and I did it again. While we were doing it, my wife asked me many questions about how it felt to be with her. Afterwards, my wife scolded me: "After sleeping with her, you didn't even wash up before going back to your own body." I asked my wife, "Were you behaving yourself while you were massaging him?" My wife said, "I was behaving myself at first, but then he started touching me all over, and when I saw he got hard, I got aroused and secretly put my hand inside his pants. I usually think he's quite strong, but his thing isn't that great, not as big as I imagined, though it was pretty hard.

I masturbated for a while, and before you guys left, he ejaculated inside me." My wife then added, "You're shameless!" The next day, when everyone met again, my wife was quite outgoing with her classmate, while the classmate seemed a bit shy. When my classmate's wife saw me, she acted as if nothing had happened, but I could see a slight blush on her face.

During one of our chance encounters, she asked, "Does your wife know?" I quickly replied, "No." She told me, "My husband doesn't know either. He thought I just sat in your room for a while." I asked her, "Didn't you two do it that night?" "Could I do it with him again? If I did, wouldn't he know everything? But your wife made my husband's thing come out. Did your wife tell you?" I said, "No." She chuckled and scolded me, "You turtle!" After that, we returned to our previous natural state, and I believe my wife never had any more ambiguous relationships with other men. However, even after this incident, my classmate's wife and I still secretly met several times.

My wife later found out, but she warned me not to continue like this. However, every time we had contact, I had to honestly confess when I got home.

[The End]

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