Would you be willing to swap spouses?

Mr. Deng, the swapper

, picked me up, naked, and placed me on the bed. He then took a rope from a paper bag and tied it around my right wrist.
"Ah! Why are you tying me up?" I asked him in a panic.

"Nothing, I'm a sadomasochist, so I have to tie you up, otherwise we can't do it. Didn't your husband tell you that?"

he said, quickly tying my right wrist as well, finally binding both my hands to the corners of the bed.

Mr. Deng was the sales manager of my husband's company, his direct superior.

"Please don't hurt me, I'm very afraid of pain..."

I was already mentally prepared, so I let him do as he pleased. He immediately tied my legs as well, similarly binding them to the ends of the bed.

I was tied up in a "spread-eagle" position, and unexpectedly, he looked at my genitals with lewd eyes, which greatly excited me. Mr. Deng took out a magnifying glass and pressed it against my genitals.

He used small pliers in his left hand to pinch my labia and pull them outward.

"Ouch!" I couldn't help but scream in pain.

"Hehehe, you have a mole on your left petal, does your husband know?"

Hearing him say this, I remembered my husband who had gone to another hotel with Mrs. Deng. Because that night, my husband and I had been playing a partner-swapping sex game with Mr. and Mrs. Deng.

"Ugh! I don't want to!" I felt too ashamed and tried to twist my body, but because I was tied up very tightly, I couldn't move.

"My wife hates sadists, so she often wants to swap partners. She doesn't understand the benefits of playing this kind of game."

Mr. Deng muttered to himself, and then he used a straw to poke around my urethra. Because of his insistence on playing sadomasochistic games, he hadn't had any sex life with his wife for the past few years. There are such couples in the world... I really can't understand it.

"Hehehe... Most wives in the world have ordinary sex lives, and probably don't know how to enjoy it this way."

Mr. Deng exposed my clitoris with his fingers and clamped it with a clip.

"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts so much!"

I screamed in agony from the excruciating pain of being crushed, yet a strange pleasure stirred within me, making my uterus tremble. Did I have a masochistic streak?

"Oh! That's strange, your juices are flowing out. Are you feeling good? Otherwise, why would this be flowing out..."

Mr. Deng grabbed the clamps and pulled up my clitoris. I writhed in pain, but the rope tightened around my hands and feet... which, surprisingly, became a source of pleasure.

"Hehe! Just as I expected, you're a masochistic woman."

Mr. Deng rubbed my clitoris and said,

"I've had you in mind for a long time; I think you're the ideal partner."

Apparently, it was Mr. Deng who first suggested swapping partners. Although I vehemently opposed it, my husband pleaded with me repeatedly, saying it was for his future, so I couldn't refuse anymore. To be honest, I'd long harbored the desire to experience partner-swapping sex.

"Hehehe! Now it's time to insert..."

Mr. Deng licked his lips, pressing down on my waist, his perverted penis penetrating my insides. The clamps were still clamping my clitoris, so when one of the clamps touched his abdomen, a tearing pain swept over my clitoris.

"Hehehe! I'll make you happy here too!"

Mr. Deng took out two more clamps, clamping my nipples, and then slowly began to sway his hips.

My clitoris cramped, and my nipples also started to throb. "You have to move too, otherwise how can you feel pleasure?"

"Ah! It hurts so much! No, no!"

"You have to endure the pain, and gradually you will feel pleasure!"

"Ouch! I can't take it."

The three bulges on my body immediately went numb. But soon, as he said, an unusual pleasure surged up.

"See, the pleasure is here, now I'm going to officially attack."

Mr. Deng began to roughly and violently twist his hips. The clamps also intensely stimulated my clitoris.

At this moment, as if in sync with Mr. Deng's movements, I swayed my hips in response.

"Hehe, great! Just like that, just like that!"

Mr. Deng rubbed the clips on my nipples with both hands.

"Oh! Oh! I can't take it!"

The pleasure outweighed the pain, so my whole body began to spasm. I continued to sway my hips, even the bed creaked.

Before long, I reached an unprecedented, unusually intense orgasm.

From then on, I became a prisoner of the couple-swapping game, repeatedly instigating my husband and Mr. Deng and his wife to play the couple-swapping sex game.

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