Sinking into the Sea of Desire: A Wife-Swapping Man's Confession

[Volume 1] Club
Marriage Crisis, A Mysterious Woman Appears, Gradually Leading Me into an Ocean of Desire.
Chapter 1: Wife
Swapping. Wife swapping is a sensitive, despised, yet intriguing matter.
My name is Xu Lei, and my wife, Yun Juan, is a very beautiful woman. I fell in love with her the first time I saw her. Four years into our marriage, I still love her as much as I did at the beginning, but love alone is not enough in life.
Leo Tolstoy said that life is not a pleasure, but a very heavy task.
Chernyshevsky also said that life is only empty and tasteless to those who find it dull and tasteless.
Perhaps we have strayed onto a different path in life. With increasingly fierce market competition and ever-increasing demands from the company, whether it's due to the immense pressure of life or being exhausted by work, my feelings for my wife have slowly faded in the past two years.
We still sleep in the same bed and are still certain that we love each other, but the passion is gone. Even sex has become entirely dependent on physical needs, sometimes once every two weeks, sometimes not even once a month, each time feeling more like a perfunctory act.
Although we both kept quiet about it, I could feel that we were slowly losing something.
I'd heard a lot about wife-swapping before, but I never imagined it would happen in my life.
It all started on my wife's 26th birthday, or maybe even earlier, but neither of us realized it. That's life; things change little by little without you noticing, and by the time you realize it, it's too late.
The night before, I'd promised my wife I'd spend her birthday with her the next day. But fate had other plans; things went wrong that day. A few days earlier, I received a promotional activity plan. It was urgent, and I worked overtime to finish it yesterday and submitted it, only to have it suddenly rejected by my team leader. He said the PR department wasn't satisfied, and he'd been scolded by his superiors.
The team leader was in trouble, and those below him couldn't escape it either. As the project team leader, I was also severely reprimanded by my team leader. If it weren't for the fact that it was needed the next day, they would have thrown the plan at my head.
Actually, it's not entirely our fault. The time was tight; we only had three days left after receiving the materials, and we had to submit them to the publicity department a day early. How could we create something perfect with so little time? With only one day left, I gritted my teeth and called on the team to start over. We revised it twice more, got scolded three times, and finally finished it at 11 PM.
We barely managed to submit it, and the team members breathed a sigh of relief, even inviting me out for drinks to relax. I agreed, only to see over ten missed calls on my phone when I left the company. I was so busy I completely forgot about my wife's birthday. I rushed home after saying goodbye to my colleagues, arriving at midnight.
The house was dark; all the lights were off. This house is mortgaged by my wife and me; we finally have our own home.
When I turned on the lights and saw the unopened cake on the table and the cold food and drinks, I felt guilty and sorry for her. Walking back to the room, I saw her curled up on the bed, and all I wanted to do was hold her tightly. I gently lay down beside her and reached out to hug her.
She wasn't asleep at all; she pushed me away as soon as I touched her. Her pent-up emotions finally exploded. She immediately accused me of not caring about her and unleashed a torrent of abuse.
I had originally planned to wait until she woke up to apologize and make amends. But she was consumed by rage and wouldn't listen to a word I said. After half an hour of explanation, I lost my patience. The emotions I'd built up at work when my team leader yelled at me also erupted, and we had a huge fight. As a result, I was forced to sleep in the living room all night.
For the next two weeks, she ignored me completely, even refusing my physical needs, which infuriated me. Every day when I came home, she was either already asleep or sitting there watching TV, completely ignoring me.
I considered explaining and apologizing when she calmed down. But every time I approached and saw her wary gaze, anger surged within me. I'm her husband of four years, not a thief breaking into her home. The apology kept getting delayed. I could sense that if things continued like this, our marriage might be coming to an end sooner or later.
Facing this cold and desolate home every day, I felt helpless and distressed, not knowing why things had turned out this way. I still loved her, and I knew she still loved me. I desperately wanted to save our marriage, but I was powerless.
After work, I didn't want to go home, didn't want to face that cold house. I hid in a bar near my home, drinking until I was almost drunk, then went home and collapsed into bed, trying not to think about anything. The next day, I woke up with a headache from the hangover and went to work. It was then, in that bar, that woman who changed my perspective on half my life, led me down this path, and made me hopelessly addicted, quietly appeared beside me.
It was my third day hiding in the bar. The bar was dimly lit, its decor old-fashioned, bearing the marks of time. Old-fashioned vinyl records played on the bar, the music was tranquil, and there were few customers. The bartenders quietly wiped glasses, as if no one wanted to disturb the atmosphere; everyone spoke in hushed tones.
The atmosphere was romantic, the whole bar giving off a feeling of autumn leaves falling, approaching dusk, and an old woman nearing the end of her life. The atmosphere here is perfect for someone like me who wants to escape life and find a temporary refuge, so I'm quite happy to be here.
I've been sitting here for an hour, drinking three bottles of beer. The only consolation is that my alcohol tolerance has increased. Before, I couldn't even finish one bottle, and two would definitely make me throw up. Today, I've had three and I'm only a little dizzy.
"Handsome, all alone?"
The tone was elegant, not at all abrupt, without any seductive allure, more like a casual passerby asking for the time. First I heard the voice, then I smelled a faint perfume, not quite perfume, more like the scent of sandalwood.
The voice and smell perfectly matched the atmosphere, giving the impression of someone weathered by time. I initially thought it would be a mature woman in her mid-thirties, or perhaps forty, but when I turned around, my mind went blank for a few seconds.
Standing next to me was a young woman no more than twenty-six or twenty-seven, with long, wavy hair swept back and draped over her shoulder, delicate eyebrows, and bright red lips. Wearing a black, high-slit, form-fitting cheongsam, her long legs, encased in sheer stockings, were
faintly visible through the slits. Her black high heels gleamed, and she looked like a woman who had just stepped off a stage in 1930s Shanghai. The cheongsam fit her perfectly, accentuating her curves. A slight upturn at the corners of her mouth revealed a faint smile, and her snow-white neck was exposed, making her resemble an elegant black swan. Every part of her attracted men's attention. I had never seen a woman like this before, except on television.
The woman was beautiful and alluring, but I clearly didn't recognize her. Thinking she had mistaken me for someone else, I turned back to continue drinking.
The woman wasn't angry at my neglect and continued with a faint smile, "You don't mind if I sit here, do you?" Without waiting for my reply, she sat down on the high stool next to me.
After she sat down, I couldn't help but steal a few more glances at her. She reminded me of a saying, "Those who attained oneness in the past, heaven attained oneness and became clear, earth attained oneness and became tranquil." To describe her, only the words "tranquility" and "peace" come to mind. She lacked the superficiality of modern city women, and also the ethereal, otherworldly air of a woman from the countryside. Everything was just right, like a glass of aged red wine, exuding a captivating fragrance.
"Aren't you bored drinking alone?" the woman asked, opening a pink clutch with black trim, taking out a pack of cigarettes, and offering me one.
In the dim light of the bar, I saw her slender, long fingers, which appeared remarkably white in the darkness. She didn't wear nail polish, but her nails were neatly manicured and glossy. The silver ring shimmering on her ring finger also caught my eye, and for some reason, I felt a pang of regret.
I rarely smoke, and I shook my head at the woman.
Seeing that I didn't smoke, the woman raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly, seemingly surprised. She quickly put away her cigarette case and said self-deprecatingly, "Not smoking is a good thing. I've thought about it, but I just can't quit." She took out a cigarette and held it between her fingers, then pulled out a women's IMCO lighter. Just as she was about to light it, she stopped, looked at me, and asked, "You don't mind if I smoke, do you?" The cigarette in her hand was long and thin, with a pure white butt; I couldn't recognize the brand. I felt a sense of respect at her question, smiled, and shook my head.
The woman smiled back, skillfully flicked open the lighter, and parted her red lips to hold the cigarette butt.
This scene made me quickly turn my head away, focusing on my drink. I guess many men who have seen this scene have dreamed of being that cigarette butt in those red lips.
With a "whoosh," a tiny flame ignited in the dim light, quickly going out after lighting a spark. The spark shimmered, and the woman took a light puff, moistening her red lips with her tongue before slowly exhaling a thin wisp of smoke.
Her eyes were hazy, and the white smoke she exhaled from her red lips seemed to exhale the karmic ties of a lifetime. Whether it was the alcohol or her unbelievable beauty, she appeared so unreal in the smoke, making me feel like I was in a dream.
"Shall I buy you a drink?" the woman said, flicking the cap off her lighter with practiced ease, as if she'd rehearsed it countless times.
I wanted to say no, but before I could speak, she called to the bartender, "Make this gentleman an Old Shanghai." The bartender smiled and nodded, quickly selecting ingredients from the shelf. From her attitude, it was clear she was a regular, very familiar with the place.
"Thank you!" I said to the woman, unable to refuse as the bartender was already mixing the drink.
Soon, the bartender placed the prepared cocktail in a glass and pushed it towards me.
I'd never tried cocktails before, and I rarely even drank baijiu (Chinese liquor). Smelling the strong aroma emanating from the glass, I hesitated, glancing at the beautiful woman beside me.
The woman flicked her cigarette ash, smiled, and gestured, "Try it."
Chapter 2: Seduction
Beautiful women always have the power to make men lose their minds and be unable to refuse. I picked up the glass; the aroma of the liquor was even stronger as I got closer. Just smelling it made me dizzy and nauseous. The liquid flowing in the glass felt like poison; who knew what would happen after drinking it? I hesitated, wondering whether to drink it or not.
"This drink is made with dark rum, anise liqueur, grenadine syrup, lemon juice, and ice. It's a bit strong, but I really like the feeling after drinking it. You can try it too." I was a little surprised; she was clearly a connoisseur of liquor, rattling off many names of drinks I had only heard of.
She was looking at me, with a hint of encouragement and a touch of seduction. Men are just not immune to this kind of seduction. I gritted my teeth, tilted the glass back, and drank it all. A burning sensation quickly spread from my throat throughout my body. I stuck out my tongue, gasped for breath, and felt like my throat and stomach were on fire.
She looked surprised that I gulped it down, but quickly laughed at my awkwardness.
Making the beautiful woman beside me happy is something every man is willing to do. I must have looked ridiculous, and I must have felt terrible, but seeing her happy made it all worthwhile.
"I forgot to tell you, you should only take a small sip of this first, and then you can fully enjoy it once your body is used to it," she said, suppressing a laugh, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
I vaguely sensed she deliberately withheld the information, and I coughed lightly, trying to release the burning sensation in my throat.
Suddenly, she switched her cigarette to her other hand and gently patted my back to help me catch my breath.
I hadn't expected her to do that, and when her soft, delicate hand touched me, I froze for a few seconds. I could clearly feel the warmth of her hands, like an autumn breeze that soothes wounds, drawing me in irresistibly. My coughing gradually subsided, but I had a feeling I never wanted to be let go.
Soon after the drink went down, my whole body felt hot, and the alcohol quickly followed, along with the beer I'd drunk, constantly assaulting my senses. I shook my head, trying to sober up, but this only made me feel more dizzy, as if the drink had made the whole world spin.
I gritted my teeth, fighting off the alcohol, and said, "This is way too strong!" She took a drag of her cigarette, gently exhaling the smoke. Once the thin mist completely enveloped her, she looked up at the lights shining down and said, "Shanghai was once a concession area for European and American countries, sometimes called the 'Magic City,' and this cocktail is named after it. The unique burnt flavor of black rum combined with the sweetness of anise liqueur creates a complex Shanghai cocktail. It's like the image of old Shanghai before the revolution—full of restlessness and unease, yet unforgettable." She seemed to enjoy hiding in the smoke, elusive, indistinct, and enigmatic, giving one a dreamlike illusion. I secretly guessed that this might be why she liked smoking.
Her voice was very pleasant; listening to her was a pleasure. I listened quietly, forgetting the discomfort caused by the alcohol.
"Every country has its own folk remedies for hangovers. Greeks add ground coffee to lemon juice to sober up. Yugoslavs eat sauerkraut and kimchi, Brazilians drink strong coffee, Australians eat pickled herring, Sudanese eat raw offal with red chili peppers, and Ghanaians add lots of pepper to their food. Does anyone think that if you're drunk, why bother waking up?" She rattled off a long list of topics about alcohol, leaving me speechless, as I'm completely clueless about it. But when she said her last sentence, I saw a faint smile on her lips, a smile that was both mocking and shouting. Chapter
3: Temptation
I don't know if it was the comforting scent of her perfume, her hazy eyes, or her captivating voice, but there was so much that drew me in. Before I knew it, we were chatting, about everything under the sun, work, society—we talked about everything. Through our conversation, I discovered she had unique insights into many things and her own experiences.
Later, somehow we started talking about family. Maybe we clicked, or maybe it was because of that drink, I can't really say. Anyway, I told her about my marital troubles and frustrations. I don't know why, because I'd never told anyone else these things, not even my closest friends or my wife who sleeps next to me every night. I clearly
remember that after listening to my problems, she didn't offer any comfort or analysis. Instead, she smiled, gently stubbed out her cigarette, and ordered the bartender to make two more Old Shanghai glasses.
Having learned my lesson last time, I really didn't dare drink the glass in front of me. I was worried that if I did, I wouldn't be able to go home.
She picked up her glass and said, "Come on, let's have a drink together." Seeing my hesitation, before I could even speak, she said, "As a gentleman, refusing a lady's invitation is very impolite." I was already quite drunk, but after hearing her words, I picked up my glass again. After all, what man could refuse an invitation from such a beautiful woman?
We clinked glasses lightly, the shimmering, mesmerizing liquid swirling within, much like my own mood—floating, unsure whether it was a dream or reality.
"How was it this time?"
It seemed true, as she had said; after my body became familiar with the strength, the drink warmed me up, leaving me with a feeling of exhilaration.
"Not bad," I stammered. Honestly, after that drink, my senses were already hazy.
I vaguely saw her bright red lips curve slightly, forming a beautiful arc at the corners of her mouth. I knew she was smiling; her smile was always just a fleeting moment.
"I know a game that can solve your troubles. Want to try it?" she said, setting down her glass, her eyes glazed.
I saw that deeply seductive look in her eyes again, and couldn't help but ask, "What game?" She suddenly leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Wife swapping." The sandalwood scent from her breath sprayed onto my ear, sending shivers down my spine. After hearing her words, my mind went blank. The image was like a beautiful female demon instilling an evil thought in my ear, a thought that rushed directly into my brain, releasing endless temptation.
I used my remaining consciousness to gather my thoughts, confirming I hadn't misheard. I glanced at her a few times, thinking she was joking, deliberately teasing me, and pointed at her, laughing.
She didn't explain her reaction, but took a business card from her handbag, pushed it in front of me, and said, "You can call this number if needed." Then she put away her cigarette case, kissed my cheek, and swayed away. She didn't give me any chance to react or ask questions.
Watching her retreating figure, I had a strange feeling that she seemed very happy, like a little girl who had received a beloved gift. Her hazy figure quickly disappeared into the dim light, just as silently as she had arrived.
I was truly and utterly drunk at the time, staring at the empty corridor, wondering if everything that had happened was a dream. It wasn't until I turned back and saw the business card left on the table, and the wine glass with a faint lipstick mark, that I was reminded it wasn't a dream. I
could still smell the sandalwood scent of her. I touched the lingering warmth on my cheek, looking towards the spot where she had disappeared, lost in a daze.
My head was spinning, my mind was hazy, and I couldn't tell if what she had said was true or false. I hesitated for a long time, deciding whether to take the business card, but in the end, for some reason, I put it in my pocket as I left the bar. Perhaps I thought she was deliberately lying to me, testing me, or perhaps I wanted to see her again. But at that time, I never had any intention of joining that club or participating in wife-swapping.
Chapter 4: Forced Entry
Later, looking at the business card, I learned that the woman's name was Ye Ziyan.
Dragging my drunken body home, my wife was already asleep. Entering the bedroom and seeing her lying on the bed, the image of Ye Ziyan inexplicably flashed through my mind.
The alcohol had clouded my senses and lowered my self-control. In the bar, I had managed to restrain myself from having such thoughts, but back home, they all resurfaced. These sinful thoughts filled me with guilt, yet also with excitement.
My wife, though lacking Ye Ziyan's elegance, was in no way inferior in beauty—an oval face, delicate eyebrows, a pretty nose, and tightly pursed red lips. Her proud breasts strained against her silk nightgown, appearing firm and full. The blanket had slipped down to her waist, exposing her fair arms and long legs. One corner of her nightgown was pulled up to her thighs; she didn't like wearing underwear to bed, and the dark pubic hair was faintly visible through the white nightgown, like a tuft of black hair, tempting me to explore further. Her
long, beautiful legs, draped outside the blanket, had a rosy glow on their white skin, as if coated with baby oil, attracting my gaze and igniting my desire.
Whether it was the alcohol or the fact that I hadn't had any meat for almost a month, my lower body quickly became engorged. I hiccuped, loosening my uncomfortable pants. My hand unconsciously moved to her thigh, sliding down her inner thigh, then slowly slipping from her pajamas to her waist.
My other hand went directly through the pajamas, climbing to her breasts and gently kneading them. Through the silk, I could clearly feel her delicate skin; my fingers slid, pinching and rubbing the pink flesh back and forth. My breathing became heavier, and the pressure in my hands gradually increased. I lowered my head and kissed her collarbone, neck, earlobe, and then her red lips.
She was stimulated, and her body reacted slightly, wriggling gently and letting out soft, dreamlike moans.
While stimulating her, I quickly became uncomfortably swollen, my desire soon unfulfilled. I reached down and explored; the fragrant grass was already soaked.
As I caressed her body, I unzipped my pants, then lifted the covers and slowly climbed on top of her. As I parted her legs, preparing to enter her, she suddenly woke up.
She opened her sleepy eyes, saw it was me, and cried out, pushing me away and pulling down her nightgown to cover herself.
I was burning with lust; the alcohol had rendered me powerless to stop. I pounced on her again, forcibly pinning her down, reaching for her nightgown. "Ah! What are you doing?" she cried out, struggling against me.
Her resistance only fueled my desire. I couldn't control myself, forcibly pressing her hands above her head, pinning her body to the bed, then spreading her legs and thrusting in.
She cried out, twisting her body, trying to break free from my control. But I gave her no chance, using all my strength to thrust relentlessly, as if to vent all my desire, frustration, and helplessness on her. It seemed that only in this way could my empty body find a sliver of satisfaction.
We struggled like this for two minutes, until she gradually ran out of strength and stopped struggling in despair.
My mind was filled only with desire, and I didn't notice her change at all. Driven by desire, I continued to thrust in and out with all my might. The violent impact made the whole bed creak and groan, and the bedside lamp, which was shining dimly, swayed along with it.
Just as things were getting better and the desire that filled my whole body was about to be released, a sob came from beneath me. This sob was like a huge bell ringing in my ears, making my ears ring and my soul tremble. It also brought back the reason that had been buried deep in my heart by desire.
I stopped moving like a deflated balloon.
Chapter 5: Business Card
That sob sobered me up a lot. Looking down, I saw tears on my wife's cheeks, her eyes filled with anger and helplessness. I went limp immediately, and my heart was filled with a strong sense of guilt. I released her hands and reluctantly withdrew from her body.
Freed, she struggled to push me off, scurrying away as if avoiding a plague, creating distance between us.
Seeing her reaction, the nameless rage within me reignited. I rolled off the bed, furiously smashing the bedside lamp, roaring, "I'm your husband! Why are you acting like a fucking rapist?!" The lamp, like a small boat caught in a storm, flew several meters away, shattering with a loud crack, shards scattered everywhere. The only light in the room went out, plunging the room into darkness, just like my heart at that moment, and our relationship.
I had never truly lost my temper in front of her before, and this was the first time I had broken something in front of her. Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw her curled up in a corner of the bed, hugging herself, like a wounded kitten, in the dim light streaming in from the window.
The guilt gnawed at me even more intensely, leaving me at a loss. I wanted to hug her tightly and apologize, but as soon as I reached out, she shrank back, her eyes filled with defensiveness and wariness.
I was distressed and angry. Why did she think I would hurt her? The trust between us had crumbled completely, like two strangers wary of each other. I didn't reach out, but instead angrily punched the wall. The wall made a loud thud, but I felt no pain. I picked up my clothes from the floor, turned, and walked out of the room.
Whether she sensed my distress or my actions that night frightened her, the moment the door closed, heart-wrenching sobs came from inside.
I collapsed against the door, listening to her crying inside, unable to go in to comfort her, unable to wipe away her tears. I couldn't do anything. I was furious at how we had come to this, to this point. I crouched down, burying my face in my arms, trying to escape what had happened. The
crying that night lasted a long time, until it became hoarse. I lay on the sofa, unable to sleep all night. The mournful weeping kept echoing in my ears and drilling into my mind. No matter how I covered my ears, it was no use. I felt a deep sense of guilt.
For a while afterward, my life became regular and clean again. I went home after work and stopped going to bars and drinking.
We stopped arguing, and life returned to a superficial calm. I still love her, and I know she loves me too. We both want to save this relationship and try our best to maintain this marriage, which is why we tacitly pretended that nothing had happened.
But how can we forget the trauma caused by that incident? Perhaps it's just a deliberate, temporary forgetting! But I feel that the distance between our hearts is growing further and further, so far that I can't touch it, so far that it's as if we've never been close.
I don't know how long we can hold on—a day? Two days? Or a month? Two months? The road ahead is long, and if we continue like this, we will eventually reach our breaking point. When that day comes, it may be the day we are separated forever.
I don't want to end this relationship, this marriage. I'm eager to find a solution, to change our situation.
I take her for walks, shopping, give her flowers and gifts, take her to romantic places, have candlelight dinners, and try to surprise her in various ways.
Although we seem happy and sweet when we're together, she holds my hand and occasionally, when she's happy, she'll give me a kiss on the cheek, just like before. But I could sense that it was like a thirsty person drinking seawater; the more they drank, the thirstier they became, and eventually they would die of dehydration.
When I was anxiously wondering what to do, one day I accidentally stumbled upon that business card. It was the business card of that woman who had vanished from my life like a dream.
It was entirely black, with a blood-stained red rose printed in the center, just like the person who left it, exuding endless allure, leaving endless room for imagination, yet remaining unclear, elusive, and unfathomable.
Chapter 6: Agreeing to go to the club
with that business card, I hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to dial.
I was very nervous listening to the dial tone; my heart was pounding in my chest, not only because of the mysterious woman Ye Ziyan, but also because of what she had mentioned to me that day.
The phone was answered after three rings, and I asked quickly, "Is this Ms. Ye?" "Mr. Xu, is this you?" Ye Ziyan's pleasant voice rang out from the other end of the line.
It was indeed her. I was secretly delighted. When I dialed, I was worried that it might be a fake business card or a scam, but now it seemed I was overthinking it. However, my heart was pounding even faster, and my palms were sweating. She accurately stated my surname, which puzzled me. I asked, "How did you know my surname is Xu?" "Didn't you tell me yourself when we were chatting that day?" Ye Ziyan said reproachfully, "What, you forgot so quickly? Or did you forget me too?" Faced with her sudden coquettish tone, I couldn't handle it. The image of her smiling face, the slight pout at the corners of her lips, and the kiss mark she left on my face flashed through my mind. I could almost feel the warmth of her red lips on my face. I unconsciously touched the spot where she had kissed me and hurriedly explained, "Oh, of course, of course not. I just drank a little too much that day, and I can't quite remember what we said." "Hehe, I was just kidding. Look how nervous you are. I'm not that kind of petty woman." Ye Ziyan's happy laughter came from the phone.
I sighed inwardly, knowing that I had been teased by her again. Chatting with her, she seemed to control the atmosphere the entire time; she had a certain magic about her.
Suddenly, Ye Ziyan said in a wronged tone, "You're only calling now? I've been waiting for you for so long, I was getting impatient!" "Oh, I've been very busy with work these past few days..." I explained, feeling like a sinner in her presence, only able to keep explaining.
Before I could finish, she interrupted, "I don't care what your reasons are. Making a lady wait isn't a gentleman's behavior." "Okay, okay, if we have a chance to meet, I'll definitely apologize in person," I could only say politely.
"You said it, I've got it!" Ye Ziyan wouldn't let go.
"No problem," I could only promise, feeling pressured.
Ye Ziyan suddenly asked playfully, "So how do you plan to apologize?"
"Just ask, and I'll do whatever I can," I could only stubbornly insist, having no other choice.
"Hehe! Alright! Seeing how sincere you are, I'll let you off this time!" Ye Ziyan's clear laughter rang out, and the atmosphere eased with her laughter. "Give me back my happiness," she suddenly asked abruptly, "Did you call today to decide on my suggestion?" Although I had made the decision, at the last minute, I suddenly regretted it, wondering if I had been too impulsive, especially since my wife didn't even know about it. Not knowing how to answer, I stammered, "Ah, no, no!" Gathering my thoughts, I said, "I remember you said last time you could help me solve my current predicament, but will it really work?" Seemingly sensing my hesitation, Ye Ziyan didn't press me, kindly saying, "How about this? There's a party on Sunday night. If it's inconvenient, you can come alone, take a look, experience it, and then decide, okay?" "Okay!" I had no other choice but to agree. Luckily, she had come up with a solution; otherwise, I definitely wouldn't have been able to bring my wife.
Ye Ziyan gave me an address on the phone, telling me to call when I got there, and she would come pick me up. I wrote down the address, and after she confirmed it was correct, she said, "I'm waiting for your apology! You'd better bring me something to please me, or I won't forgive you. Bye!" Then, without waiting for my reply, she kissed me on the other end of the phone and hung up.
Chapter 7: Arriving at the club
and putting down the phone, my palms and armpits were soaked with sweat. I
let out a long sigh of relief, feeling like I'd just run four kilometers. For the next two days, I was restless at work, at home, and even couldn't sleep well. My mind was constantly preoccupied with this, wondering what I would see and what would happen. In my spare time, I secretly went online to research wife-swapping. I saw many reports and discussions about the topic, and someone had even been arrested for it—a professor, no less.
The internet was filled with condemnation, though occasionally there were supporters, but these were a minority and quickly drowned out by the tide of criticism. All of this deepened my hesitation and unease. I felt really strange then; there was contradiction, anticipation, and a perverse excitement. I don't know why I felt this way, but that was how I felt at the time.
Once, my wife almost noticed something was wrong. She asked if I was sick. I could only lie and say that I'd been busy at work and a bit tired. Although she was a little suspicious, thankfully she didn't press the matter. Otherwise, I don't know if I would have told her the truth under her pressure.
Two days passed in a flash, and on Sunday night, I lied to my wife that a colleague at work had something to do, and she didn't ask any further questions.
After leaving home, I drove to the location Ye Ziyan had told me about, my heart filled with mixed emotions the whole way. After driving for more than twenty minutes, I left the city center and reached the intersection she had told me about on the outskirts of the city. I then called her.
When Ye Ziyan heard that I had arrived, I could clearly sense that she was a little excited. She told me to wait at the intersection and that she would come to pick me up soon.
After waiting for about five minutes, headlights came on from a side road, and then I heard the sound of an engine. Soon, an Audi appeared in my view. After seeing my car, the car honked twice at me!
That was the code Ye Ziyan had given me, saying that if I heard the horn, it was her car. I honked back twice as she had instructed. Although we hadn't met yet, my heart started pounding faster after we connected. I could clearly feel that heartbeat, the vibrations in my chest and pulse, and my hands gripping the steering wheel tightened unconsciously.
Ye Ziyan didn't get out of the car. After receiving my response, she turned and drove back the way she came, and I followed behind. I couldn't describe the feeling at that moment, because I had never experienced anything like it before. If I had to use a similar analogy, it would be like the first time I met my wife's parents—my feelings were similar to this, but this time I was more nervous, afraid, and also more expectant.
As I drove, I paid attention to my surroundings. It was completely dark, but there were still streetlights illuminating the roadside. Although I couldn't see very far, I could make out the area near the road. I saw artificially planted flowers and plants along the roadside, as well as many neatly trimmed trees; it felt like I was entering a villa area.
After driving about 800 meters, Ye Ziyan slowed down, turned on her turn signal, and entered a narrower side road. This road was just wide enough for one car to pass; if a car came out, it would have to reverse in one direction. There were dense bushes on both sides; if she hadn't been leading the way, it would have been difficult to find the road even during the day, let alone at night.
This time, after driving for two or three minutes, I finally saw our destination in the headlights of Ye Ziyan's car: a three-story villa. Dozens of cars were parked on the lawn outside the villa; she had parked her car there as well. I followed behind, nervously and anxiously pulling over.
I didn't know if I could find the answers I needed here, or if it was really as Ye Ziyan said, that this place could solve my and my wife's problems. But at that moment, I understood one thing: I had a deep curiosity about the world inside that mysterious villa.
Chapter 8: Wanting to Get in Her
Ye Ziyan turned off the car. The door opened, and gleaming silver high heels stepped out, their light easily penetrating the heart. Her snow-white feet, encased in these heels, complemented her long, slender legs, stirring wicked desires within one's heart, an irresistible urge to embrace and kiss her.
This single scene made me feel that this trip to the appointment was worthwhile. Even if I couldn't find the answer in that villa, being with her was a joyful experience.
Soon, Ye Ziyan emerged from the car, but her attire today made me almost unrecognizable. She had changed out of her retro Chinese cheongsam and into a fiery white silk evening gown, the silk so thin it was almost transparent. A gentle breeze caused it to cling completely to her body, revealing her curves. If you got closer, you could even clearly see her bra and white lace panties. Her long, wavy hair was also draped behind her head; she now looked like a top model from the European and American fashion world.
This style shift completely overturned the image I had of her. Shouldn't she be the kind of elusive, dreamlike woman, untouchable? But this outfit, as she wore it, was so perfect. Under my car headlights, she looked like a model walking a runway, smiling confidently. I didn't have time to recall the image of her from that night, because I was already stunned.
The Ye Ziyan standing before me now was modern, no longer melancholic or hazy, but confident and no longer so elusive and captivating.
Almost in a daze, I opened the car door and walked over.
Seeing my stunned expression, Ye Ziyan seemed a little happy, blinking playfully, "Handsome guy, I've been waiting for you for so long!" As I approached, she smiled and extended her hand.
I imitated the manner of European gentlemen I'd seen in movies, taking her soft hand, bending down, and kissing the back of her hand. The touch was soft, delicate, like warm jade.
"Did you bring a gift to please me?" Ye Ziyan withdrew her hand, asking with a half-smile.
I handed her a bouquet of lilies hidden behind my back. I had bought them on the way here. I hesitated for a long time at the flower shop, considering whether to choose roses, but finally, just to be on the safe side, I chose a bouquet of lilies.
Ye Ziyan smiled as she took the flowers, held them up, and closed her eyes to smell them with a look of intoxication. Her smile slowly widened, and she snorted helplessly, a little annoyed, "Men only know how to please women by giving flowers, but what can you do when women all love flowers? This time, I'll barely pass!" After saying that, she took my hand and whispered in my ear, "Let's go! I'll take you to see another world." I didn't expect her to take my hand, and I was so excited that I almost didn't know which leg to step with. I don't know if it was intentional or not, but she was very close to me, and deliberately a half-beat slower. As she walked, her breasts kept rubbing against my arm, making my throat feel hot and my heart itch.
These were things I wouldn't have dared to imagine before, or even three minutes ago. Last time we drank together, she seemed unreal, as if she were too far away, completely out of my reach. But today, she felt real, and a sudden desire to sleep with her welled up inside me. As I
slowly approached the villa, stepping into that sanctuary, my thoughts became chaotic. I couldn't decide whether to focus on my desire for Ye Ziyan or what was about to happen inside.
Chapter 9: The Club's Lewdness 1
The villa was brightly lit. Several long tables had been set up in the center, laden with various foods and drinks. Dozens of couples were gathered around, seemingly playing some game, laughing and joking.
When I entered and saw the scene, I was honestly shocked. My initial thought was that two couples might be exchanging partners, but I hadn't expected so many people—it was like a small party. I quietly observed that the women present were all quite attractive, and their attire exuded a refined air.
"Looks like they couldn't wait and have already started," Ye Ziyan said helplessly.
"Are they all married couples?" I asked softly, puzzled.
Ye Ziyan looked at me seriously and said, "Of course. A marriage certificate is a key to this club. You can't get in if you're not a married couple." I clicked my tongue in amazement. I still couldn't understand why these beautiful and handsome men and women would willingly gather here. Looking at the group of people gathered in a circle, I asked, "What are they doing?" Ye Ziyan smiled, her eyes ambiguously, and said, "They're playing some games. They're playing a card game. There are cards from the Ace of Hearts to a dozen or so on the table. Each couple draws one card. The couple that draws the lowest Ace gets to do whatever the couple that draws the ten does." After saying that, while I was still surprised, she mysteriously leaned close to my ear and dropped another bombshell: "As long as it's not real physical contact, any punishment is fine." Her breath was sweet, and her words were extremely seductive. My ears itched, and my lower body also itched, almost becoming engorged and swollen.
"Ah! We drew the ten! Who, who lost?" A couple in the room jumped up excitedly.
The other couples who hadn't been hit revealed their cards, and the last couple who hadn't grimaced or spoken up reluctantly flipped over an Ace.
"It's you again, haha! Finished your three drinks? If you're done, take off your coats." "Take them off! Take them off! Take them off!" The others started cheering, and the losing couple had no choice but to comply. The man took off his suit jacket, and the woman took off her evening gown, revealing her black lingerie underneath. The others cheered and applauded.
"What's this?" I asked, wide-eyed and surprised.
"According to the rules, in the first three chances, the losing couple has to drink a glass of wine, but getting them drunk isn't fun. So, the losers have to take off their clothes, one piece at a time, until they're down to their last piece. If they continue to lose, they'll be subject to any punishment the winning couple can impose," Ye Ziyan explained.
I nodded to show I understood. The game and rules were simple; so far, it was just a fun game, not yet to my liking.
"Have a drink! Let's watch them play while we drink," Ye Ziyan said, handing me two glasses of wine.
I took one, and we drank and talked, soaking in the atmosphere. The game was fast-paced; soon, several couples were stripped down to their underwear. All
around were patches of white, tender flesh—large breasts, slender waists, plump hips, long legs—and the women's faces were flushed with a mixture of shyness and excitement. The men all had lecherous eyes, glancing left and right, and I was no exception, stealing glances at the women from the corner of my eye.
Another person won, and this time, the losing couple, husband and wife, were left with only their underwear, no clothes left to take off.
The winning couple whispered among themselves; the wife hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded shyly. The husband excitedly said, "Let your husband lick my wife's toes!" The others gasped in disbelief, their eyes filled with excitement.
"Hey, really?!" the losing wife protested.
"Hurry up! Hurry up..." everyone shouted.
"Okay! As long as my wife takes off the pantyhose, I'll lick it." The losing wife reluctantly agreed.
The winning wife didn't hesitate and quickly took off the pantyhose, revealing her fair toes.
The losing husband glanced at his wife, who was also helpless. She could only lie on the ground, kissing the winning woman's toes.
"Quickly call her mistress," the winning husband called out from the side.
"Mistress..." the losing man looked dejectedly, then obediently kissed her and called her three times.
Seeing this scene, a surge of heat rushed to my head, and my lower body instantly reacted. Luckily, I was wearing dress pants, so it wasn't very noticeable. The men playing the game weren't so lucky; they all raised their flags, their underwear bulging high. The women around me saw it clearly, and they kept chuckling, secretly guessing the size in their minds.
My lower body was swollen and engorged. Not wanting to be too embarrassed, I quietly changed my position, squeezing my legs together. I don't know if Ye Ziyan noticed, but her smile deepened as she watched the game, laughing happily and clapping along with the group.
"Haha! Pass! Pass!" After shouting several times, the winning husband laughed with satisfaction.
Chapter 10: The Club's Lewdness 2
"You two, just you wait, this revenge will come soon!" the losing wife taunted.
"Haha! Bring on whatever tricks you have, we're not afraid of you!" the winning husband retorted smugly.
The group, noisy and laughing, began a new round. Watching their game, I was still a little reserved, but their enthusiastic atmosphere was indeed infectious. The men didn't show excessive lust, and the women didn't show any disgust; on the contrary, they played with great excitement and enjoyment.
The game continued, and after several more rounds, the losers finally turned the tables. When the couple who had lost last time and were forced to lick each other's toes drew a ten, and saw the winner draw an a, the couple acted as if they had won the lottery, embracing and kissing passionately until the people around them couldn't bear to watch anymore and pulled them apart.
"The day of revenge has finally arrived." The wife who won this time said maliciously, "Bring it on, we're all in this together, it's not like we can't take a beating." The husband who lost this time continued to be stubborn. His wife quietly tugged at him, but he ignored her and continued, "Tell me! What do you want? Do you want me to lick your toes too, or what?" "Hmph, dream on!" The wife who won smiled and sneered, then said, "Make your wife climb onto the table, my husband is going to fuck her from behind." She hadn't discussed it with her husband; it seemed she had already planned this revenge in her mind.
After hearing this, everyone looked at each other with strange smiles, and finally couldn't help but laugh together.
"There's a cause for every effect, I just dealt with your husband, you can't take revenge on the wrong person!" the husband who lost protested.
"I don't care, it's your wife who benefited, hurry up."
"Hurry up! Hurry up..." the other couples who were watching the show cheered.
Helpless, the wife who had just been enjoying licking her toes gave her husband a coquettish glare, and could only shyly and resentfully lie down on the shuffling table.
"Go on! You've already licked her toes, what's there to be afraid of?" Seeing her husband hesitate, the winning wife gave him a push.
The winning husband had no choice but to walk behind the woman lying on the table. Although both of them were still wearing their underwear, seeing this position aroused him, and he got aroused. He pretended to be riding a horse, holding the woman's waist with both hands, and pretended to thrust back and forth.
"Make your wife moan and say, 'Master, please forgive me! I'll never dare to do it again!'" the winning wife added.
"Hey, isn't this a bit much revenge?" the losing husband said, feeling a little sorry for her.
"I don't care! Hurry up! Otherwise, it doesn't count as passing."
Now I finally understood the true meaning of the saying, "When women go crazy, they're crazier than men." Everyone laughed happily at the couple pretending to thrust on the table. I wanted to laugh too, but standing next to Ye Ziyan, I tried my best to hold back.
"Ugh! Master, please forgive me! I'll never do it again!" Completely dragged down by her husband, she suffered this undeserved misfortune. The woman who lost this time had no choice but to comply; otherwise, she wouldn't pass the test, and she didn't know how long she'd have to lie on the table.
"No, no, the moaning needs to be more intense. I don't believe you moan like that when you're enjoying yourself in bed." The winning woman refused to give up easily.
"Haha!" Everyone else laughed, clapping and whistling encouragingly.
"Ugh! Master, please forgive me! I'll never do it again! Ugh! Master, please forgive me! I'll never do it again!" To pass the test quickly, the woman lying on the table could only close her eyes and shyly moan with intense emotion.
Whether it was from being too immersed or from the encouragement of the crowd stimulating unusual emotions, her cheeks quickly turned red, and her moans gradually became more intense. Slowly, it sounded like she was really having sex, and she started breathing lightly. Her moans, which were initially clearly perfunctory, became ambiguous, making it impossible to tell if they were fake or genuine excitement.
The woman's cries aroused everyone, most directly from the man behind her, who was thrusting incessantly. Although he hadn't entered her body, his erect penis, which was straining against her panties, involuntarily began to slide between her closed legs, attempting to find some satisfaction to extinguish the rising lust within him.
Chapter 11: The Club's Lewdness 3
The woman lying on the table was only wearing lace panties and a bra; she could clearly feel the heat of the burning rod sliding between her legs, the sensation of it rubbing against her thighs—all of which intensely stimulated her sensitive nerves. Her panties were quickly wet; she wondered if the man behind her felt it. Thinking about this made her feel even more ashamed, but also even more aroused. She closed her legs, unconsciously squeezing them together, trying to find some comfort.
Sensing the woman's response, the man's Adam's apple bobbed, and he worked even harder, his movements becoming much larger. His lower body was erect, his panties almost piercing, increasing friction to gain some pleasure; the table even began to shake. Although he hadn't actually penetrated the woman's body, the image had already surfaced in his mind.
Their actions not only aroused themselves but also those around them. The men watching were parched and erect, while the women's cheeks flushed, completely absorbed. Everyone stared at the two, forgetting to cheer.
"Hey, enough already!" Just as everyone was lost in their own world, the losing woman's husband shouted.
"Hehe, brilliant! Pass, pass!" The winning woman's wife also snapped out of her daze and clapped in agreement.
The two, slumped on the table, finally came to their senses. The man hurriedly released the woman, leaving a wet patch on the top of his underwear.
The woman's face was flushed, as if she had just stepped out of a steamer; her body was limp and she was almost unsteady on her feet, thankfully her husband caught her in time.
The winning husband ignored the onlookers' fascination and impatiently pulled his wife towards the restroom.
"Haha!" Everyone pointed at the two and burst into laughter.
The woman was also looking at her husband, her eyes filled with tears, her underwear already soaked.
Ye Ziyan and I stood not far away, she kept clapping and cheering for the group. I felt like an outsider, watching their game from afar, able to feel their joy and excitement, and understanding their game—somewhat daring, but not as obscene as I had imagined, at least I didn't see the scene of naked people entangled together.
"There are indeed some clubs abroad, just like you imagine," Ye Ziyan suddenly whispered in my ear, as if she could read my mind.
"Really?" I was surprised.
"Really, I've seen them," Ye Ziyan said in a strange tone.
I stared at her, wide-eyed in disbelief.
"Hehe! Why are you looking at me like that? We didn't join! We're just curiously observing," Ye Ziyan said reproachfully. She continued, "Those clubs focus on physical intimacy, but we can't do that here. We have to follow the customs. We're more about feelings. A group of us can play some ambiguous little games, but we can't actually have that kind of scene." I didn't doubt Ye Ziyan's words because she spoke seriously, and I had seen it with my own eyes. When I came here, I had set a rule for myself: if the scene was like that, I wouldn't bring my wife, and I certainly wouldn't participate myself.
But now the situation had changed slightly. A strange thought popped into my head: if my wife were here, could she let loose, have so much fun, and go crazy with them? Suddenly, I had an urge to bring my wife to see it and experience it for herself.
"Come with me?" Ye Ziyan suddenly whispered in my ear as I was lost in thought.
I snapped back to reality, watching Ye Ziyan's back as she walked away in her high heels, her thin evening gown clinging to her body, swaying from side to side with her movements, like a superstar about to step out of a fashion show and greet countless flashing lights. I didn't know where she was taking me, but I didn't ask and followed behind her.
Chapter 12: The Club's Lewdness 4
Ye Ziyan led me upstairs and into a room decorated in a very romantic style. The room was a bit dim, with only a few purple lights shining in the four corners. Purple is an alluring color; it's most likely to intoxicate people and arouse desire. As soon
as we entered the room, Ye Ziyan gently closed the door, leaving only the two of us in the room. I vaguely sensed an unusual atmosphere and asked suspiciously, "Why did you bring me here?" "Aren't you uncomfortable like this?" Ye Ziyan said playfully, looking at my lower body.
I looked down at my bulging pants; it turned out she had noticed earlier and, after watching the performance just now, was still aroused. I wished I could find a hole to crawl into and escape her sight as quickly as possible.
"There's no need to feel embarrassed. It's a normal physiological phenomenon for men. If it didn't, you should be worried," Ye Ziyan said, her eyes fixed on my erection, a half-smile on her face, as if she were looking at a toy that piqued her curiosity.
I could only smile awkwardly, unable to answer. I couldn't very well say, "Yes, you're right, it should be erect right now!
" "Let me help you!" Ye Ziyan said, moving closer.
"No, no!" I understood what she meant and reached out to stop her. To be honest, I was incredibly conflicted at that moment. A man's desires are hard to explain, but I genuinely had an urge to sleep with her. Such a beautiful and elegant woman—what man wouldn't want to possess her, conquer her, and make her submit to him, especially when she offered herself up?
But my love and responsibility for my wife—that final shackle—held me firmly, constantly reminding me that I couldn't do such a thing behind her back.
"Don't worry, we won't do anything! We'll just help you with your physical needs, so it won't be a betrayal of your wife or your loyalty," Ye Ziyan said, her voice suddenly slowing and her tone ambiguous.
She was a very intelligent woman, easily seeing through my concerns. Her words were like a key that unlocked a lock, simultaneously loosening a crack in my body and soul. At that moment, she was like a female demon wielding a sharp sword, piercing through my protective armor and reaching the deepest desires within me.
I was struggling in a sea of desire, unsure whether to refuse or compromise, when Ye Ziyan suddenly gave a gentle command: "Look at me!" My thoughts were in turmoil, and I unconsciously looked into her eyes. Instantly, I was mesmerized by her desire-filled eyes, unable to look away. My mind went blank, unable to think anymore. When I tried to look away, she had already pulled down the strap of her evening gown, revealing her snow-white arms, once again firmly attracting my gaze.
A long silk dress billowed down before my eyes, like a white cloud drifting down to block out the sunlight, revealing an endlessly alluring view behind it.
Her jade-like neck exuded fragrance, her collarbones alluring, and the little devil within the white silk veil seemed restless, eager to break free. Her waist and abdomen moved with supple grace, yet appeared firm, the kind of sturdiness that comes from regular exercise, without a trace of muscle, maintaining a graceful feminine beauty.
A pair of white lace panties barely covered her crotch, adding an irresistible allure; the contrast of black and white was mesmerizing. It was clear she maintained a firm, upright posture, her thighs rounded and long without an ounce of fat. She was like a meticulously crafted work of art, flawless.
My throat was dry, and I swallowed hard.
Chapter 13: The Club's Lewdness 5
Seeing my wide-eyed, unblinking, dazed expression, Ye Ziyan was delighted. A small, seductive smile curved her lips. She didn't seem to intend to stop there. Meeting my burning gaze, she slowly reached behind her back.
I realized what she was about to do and stared intently at her, afraid of missing a single detail. The cloth, like a red veil on a new bride's head, slowly slid down, making me anxious yet powerless.
My anxiety didn't escape Ye Ziyan's notice. Her smile deepened, her bright red lips parted slightly, like a slowly blooming red rose, telling of tonight's allure. Finally, her nipples peeked out from under the cloth. She gently released her grip, letting go of the fabric. The bra, trailing its thin strings, slid down, taking with it my last shred of reason.
Ye Ziyan's breasts could only be described as "firm." Even without the bra's support, they didn't shift at all. Her firm skin held those little devils firmly in place, the pink nipples radiating a rosy glow.
She didn't remove her final layer of protection, seemingly deliberately leaving me to imagine. She slowly approached, step by step, without uttering a word, but her eyes told a lot.
I could clearly feel my breathing quicken and my body temperature rise, as if I were about to suffocate. I nervously stepped back, and she looked at me firmly, her eyes filled with encouragement and seduction, just like when she had made me drink that glass of wine.
I retreated to the wall, with nowhere to go. She walked closer, and even as she moved, the little devil hanging on her chest showed no sign of loosening; instead, it bounced up and down as if someone were patting it, tempting anyone who saw it to want to touch it.
Purple light shone from her back, and from my direction, she appeared pure white, like a polished piece of mutton-fat jade, crystal clear and exquisitely beautiful.
After she came closer, I couldn't bear to look directly at her body and quickly turned my gaze elsewhere. I was afraid I would lose control and roughly push her to the ground, doing *that*.
But her next move almost made me faint. She moved closer and suddenly grabbed my already swollen genitals. My blood pressure rushed to my head, my brain buzzed, and my breathing quickened.
She held me down, immobilizing me. I looked at her helplessly, wondering what she would do. Before I could figure it out, she suddenly tightened her grip, and pain shot through me. I winced and let out a soft groan. Strangely, however, the pain was mixed with an unprecedented pleasure and stimulation; my groan contained a hint of comfortable moaning.
With her, it felt like she always held the power, which left me feeling helpless and angry, yet powerless to change anything. She gently stroked my face with her other hand, turning my head so I could look into her eyes.
Her gaze was mesmerizing. Her hand slid down my face to my neck, then to my chest and abdomen. With each place she touched, my whole body trembled. Finally, it reached my waistband and slowly unbuckled my belt. My pants, like her clothes, slipped to the floor, my underwear exposed and bulging.
The awkwardness made me a little embarrassed, but she looked at me and smiled with interest. Her fingers touched the skin of my abdomen, making me feel a chill. I tried with the last shred of my sanity to stop her. She looked at me and gently shook her head. I completely succumbed, loosening my grip on her hand, and she stubbornly pulled down my underwear.
Chapter 14: The Club's Lewdness 6
The already engorged silver spear was exposed to the air. Ye Ziyan laughed as if she had discovered a new continent, and gently touched it with her finger. I trembled all over. Seeing my reaction, she was excited, like a mischievous little girl playing with a new toy, deliberately touching it repeatedly to appreciate my response.
During this process, she lightly bit her red lips, staring at me without blinking, with a hint of teasing, as if she wanted to memorize all my reactions until I could hardly bear it anymore before stopping.
She quickly returned to her usual seductive self, slowly reaching out to grasp it completely. I instantly felt as if I had been put under a tight spell, my whole body tensing up, staring at her in horror. The delicate skin of her fingers made intimate contact with mine, and the residual warmth made my already burning silver spear feel even hotter.
She looked back at me, gently stroking it, and under my gaze, slowly squatted down. She kept her head tilted back, looking at me with burning eyes, exuding infinite temptation. Under my gaze, she stuck out her fragrant tongue and lightly licked her moist lips.
I grunted, swallowing hard. My whole body felt like it was burning up, and my lower body felt unbearably swollen, desperately needing an outlet. Faced with her temptation, I had nowhere to escape. At that moment, I was willing to do anything for her.
Meeting my eager gaze, she smiled gently, soothing my restless emotions with her eyes. Then, she slowly opened her mouth and swallowed it all.
A mouthful of warm liquid instantly made me feel like I was in a hot spring, my whole body relaxed, and the burning heat finally found some release. My whole body tensed, then I frowned slightly and groaned comfortably.
She rhythmically shook her head, and my whole body trembled slightly as if electrified. From my angle, she was kneeling beneath me in silver high heels, the purple light shining on her smooth, white back, mesmerizing, her high, pert buttocks rising and falling with her movements. Her breasts, like little devils, playfully bounced, tempting my hands.
The surroundings were eerily quiet; besides my heartbeat, I could hear the soft thumping of my chest.
Having squatted for so long, her legs must have gone numb. To make herself more comfortable, she used her hand to support my thighs and knelt on the carpet, between my legs. Seeing her action, my mind went blank, and I almost ejaculated. It felt like being in my mother's arms, or like a fire lit in the cold snow—a flood of sensations washed over me. My heart, intoxicated by desire, finally found solace.
Throughout this, she kept looking up at me, her eyes filled with endless longing. Her silver high heels, encasing her jade-like feet, shimmered with a seductive light as she swayed.
My breathing quickened, and my fingers unconsciously clenched. She saw all of this. She shifted her hand from my thighs to the inside of my thighs, her thumb suddenly digging into my flesh. Pain, mixed with a strange pleasure, surged through my brain, sending me soaring to the heavens, then plummeting to the clouds.
My burning desire finally found an outlet; my body tensed more and more, my breathing grew heavier.
She frowned slightly, as if in pain, yet also enjoying it, her eyes half-closed, filled with hunger and longing, like a woman parched for years, her desires unfulfilled.
In my eyes and in my understanding, she was always a distant, unattainable woman. I never imagined she would show me such a look, such an expression. The combination of elegance and desire, intellect and wildness drew me in, from which I could never escape.
Chapter 15: The Club's Lewdness 7
Faced with Ye Ziyan's stimulation, my body grew hotter and hotter, my whole body tensed, my breathing heavier and heavier. She understood what was about to happen, revealing a soft, demanding look in her eyes, suddenly intensifying her suction.
The acupressure on my inner thighs created a powerful suction, making me feel like I was in the eye of a hurricane, being torn apart by the strong suction. The pain mixed with pleasure caused me to spasm slightly. I couldn't hold back any longer; my whole body heated up, I clenched my fists
, and like a bursting river, I gushed out. To my surprise, she didn't try to pull away; she swallowed it all. I saw her furrow her brow slightly with each thrust, as if she had been hit hard. I became even more excited and ejaculated several more times. Each time, she instinctively tried to pull away, and soon her cheeks swelled up.
Finally, all my ammunition was gone, and my body slowly went limp. I gasped for breath, my mind blank, devoid of anything.
After confirming that I hadn't ejaculated, she slowly withdrew, spitting the liquid into her mouth in front of me, then sucking it clean a few times. This action made my body, which had just softened, tense up again, almost triggering another ejaculation.
After cleaning up the mess, she pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth and asked slyly, "Haven't you done this in a while? So much, I almost couldn't contain it and swallowed it." I was embarrassed and smiled apologetically, feeling a little pity and a twisted pleasure after doing something wrong.
Her cheeks were flushed from what had just happened. She pulled out a tissue, knelt down beneath me, and wiped me as well. I stood there, still immersed in the intense pleasure, completely unresponsive, savoring the afterglow.
Seeing I still hadn't reacted, she pursed her lips and pinched me as punishment.
The pain brought me back to my senses. I clutched my lower body and cried out in pain, "You want to ruin me?!" "Would you? You seemed to be enjoying yourself just now!" she said with a half-smile, as if seeing my embarrassed expression made her happy. She threw away the tissue, stood in front of me, looked into my eyes, and asked, "Tell me honestly! How did it feel?" "Still in heaven!" I swallowed hard and answered honestly. I really felt like I was still in a daze, the tingling sensation all over my body hadn't subsided.
"Hehe!" Receiving my affirmation, she laughed happily, like a little girl being praised by her parents. She bent down to help me pull up my underwear, then went to pull up my pants.
I stopped her, saying, "I can do it myself!"
"What? You're already complaining about me right after we finished?" She curled her lips and frowned.
"No, no, it's just, it's just that you've already done so much for me! Let me do this little thing myself!" I said慌乱地.
She stood in front of me, patiently listening to my anxious explanation, and only after I finished did she chuckle and say, "Just kidding!" Knowing I'd been tricked again, I was annoyed, but not angry at being played. What man could bear to be angry in front of such a beautiful and charming woman? I bent down to pull up my pants, and could only lower my head, using the fastening of my waistband to hide my embarrassment.
She picked up the white lace bra that had fallen to the ground and watched me slowly put it on. Those mischievous little devils, though unwilling, were helplessly stuffed back into the two pieces of white cloth. Seeing a hint of reluctance in my eyes, the charming curve of her lips curled up again.
I suddenly became curious about Ye Ziyan's husband. I wondered what kind of man could face a woman like her every day and still remain composed, and I couldn't understand why he would let her out.
Chapter 16: The Club's Lewdness 8
No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't find the answer. With a wife like Ye Ziyan—perfect in every way—in terms of temperament, beauty, and charm, shouldn't she be kept at home all day, pampered like a treasure, and cherished like a precious darling? Unable to understand, I could only give up. Perhaps they had their own story!
Ye Ziyan, unaware of my wild thoughts, quickly put on her sheer evening gown, transforming back into the confident and radiant woman she once was. Looking at her beauty, I still can't quite believe it. I haven't done anything for her, so what have I done to deserve her kneeling at my feet, willingly doing those things for me?
Suddenly, I feel like I've struck gold, like a pie has fallen from the sky. I'm even thinking about buying a hundred lottery tickets; maybe I'll get lucky and become a billionaire the next day.
"What are you grinning about? You're practically drooling!" Ye Ziyan suddenly spoke, interrupting my daydreaming.
I snapped out of my daze and stammered, "No, nothing!" Seeing her clearly distrustful look, I honestly said, "I just feel incredible, and I feel so lucky." Ye Ziyan understood what I meant. She chuckled and shook her head, then walked towards the bathroom, saying, "I'm going to rinse my mouth!" Listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, I stood in the room, idly looking around at the decor. The interior was quite nice, much better than my own home. The furniture and lighting were very tasteful, as if designed specifically for lovers. There were two abstract paintings hanging on the wall.
One looked like a rose that had fallen into the rain and was beginning to rot. The other was a nude woman. The woman was small in every other way except for her disproportionately large breasts, almost as big as her whole body. I don't have much of an artistic sense, so I couldn't figure out what it was trying to express.
"I saw this while traveling, thought it was nice, and bought it!" Ye Ziyan's voice suddenly sounded behind me.
I was so engrossed in my painting that I didn't even hear her come out of the bathroom. Turning around, I saw her standing behind me, gazing at the painting on the wall. One hand rested on her hip, the other supporting a cigarette held between her slender fingers.
Looking at her, I suddenly realized that sometimes, women who smoke have a certain charm. I gestured to the painting and asked, "What does this mean?" Ye Ziyan took a drag of her cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke. "The artist said the painting depicts a woman who has just given birth. She was nine months pregnant, had just given birth, but discovered that her husband, unable to bear the loneliness of those nine months, had fallen into the arms of another woman. She was left with only her body." She shrugged and said, "Is it a satire on certain people?" Feeling the topic was somewhat heavy, I opened the door and suggested, "Let's go downstairs!" Ye Ziyan didn't respond.
I stood by the door and gestured for her to go.
She smiled, without any hesitation, and walked out with the haughtiness of a princess. Her high heels clicked on the wooden floor of the corridor, each step seeming to pierce the heart.
As I went downstairs, I asked curiously, "Whose place is this?"
"It belongs to all of us! It's a secret spot for gatherings! Nobody lives here!" Ye Ziyan replied.
I nodded in understanding. After going downstairs, the villa was already empty, leaving only Ye Ziyan and me.
As if she had already guessed, Ye Ziyan showed no surprise. She walked to the table, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to me, saying, "Want a drink?" "Where did they go?" I asked, taking the glass.
"They went to find some fun!" Ye Ziyan said mysteriously, her eyes ambiguously.
I instantly understood and awkwardly didn't ask any more questions.
Chapter 17: Wife's Notice 1
Seeing that I had fallen silent, Ye Ziyan smiled, picked up a plate of desserts, and suggested, "Bring up that fruit platter, let's go sit outside for a while!" After our earlier contact, the distance between us seemed to have suddenly become much closer. I picked up the fruit platter and followed her. We went outside, sat on the lawn, drank wine, looked at the stars in the sky, and chatted casually in the quiet night.
We seemed to get along very well, sharing similar views on many things. She listened attentively to my work frustrations, occasionally even taking my side and venting along with me. I, in turn, listened with great interest to her stories of strange people and unusual events encountered during her travels. The conversation was relaxed and joyful, punctuated by laughter and incredulous exclamations.
After a few drinks, Ye Ziyan and I were both slightly tipsy. Seemingly caught up in the atmosphere, she suddenly took off her high heels, grabbed her wine glass, and began to dance barefoot on the grass, lost
in her own world. Patches of moonlight filtered through the trees, illuminating her, her long hair flowing, the liquid in her glass rippling, and her white silk dress outlining her perfect figure.

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