Couples exchanging experiences (reprinted)

My wife and I were each other's first love and college classmates. We had a great relationship and a good sex life. Like other families, we often watched porn together and imitated each other. I also frequently browsed pornographic websites to increase our sexual interest. After more than ten years of marriage, our family life had become rather mundane. The love we once shared had evolved into a strong sense of kinship, and life always felt like something was missing. About six months ago, I came across some articles about sex swapping, which I found very novel. I showed them to my wife, and we tried to understand the psychology of sex swappers, but we just couldn't comprehend it. As we read more of these articles, I gradually understood what it was all about, and I started to feel restless. Because we had discussed this issue many times, I didn't encounter much resistance when I tried to persuade my wife; she just said she couldn't do it. My wife is a rather traditional woman, and I thought that I first needed to broaden her understanding before she could accept this special form of sex. So I changed my strategy and tried to guide her from a conceptual standpoint. I found various articles on the subject and discussed them with her, exchanging views. We looked at related pictures and reports online to help her accept new perspectives on male-female sexuality. I also got her involved in online chats (my wife had chatted before, but never about sex), discussing sex with strangers. We met a few people and got along quite well. Gradually, my wife also started discussing related topics with her online friends. During this time, our sex life became incredibly vibrant. We often chatted and caressed each other, and even made love while typing (not online). Sometimes, the other person on the other end would have to wait a while to see a sentence we typed. My wife would tell them, "We're making love!" Every time this happened, my wife would feel incredibly excited and shout with joy. My wife's views had indeed changed, from initial disdain and incomprehension to her current acceptance—a very complex psychological process. I'm always very persistent, a fact my wife knows well. Combined with her recent efforts, and perhaps a mixture of aversion and longing towards swapping, my wife agreed to try it, provided it didn't affect our family or our relationship. Needless to say, how could I bear to part with such a wonderful wife! For the next while, I searched every website and forum, but we lived in a small city, and finding like-minded friends was incredibly difficult. Also, because this was a non-mainstream concept not widely accepted, I was very cautious. Just when I was almost in despair, I saw someone named "Couple Dating" in a local chat room on NetEase. I was thrilled and immediately started chatting with them. They were a woman working at a bank, and her husband was a civil servant. They had experience with swapping partners, which I thought was even better; at least it would give us some experience, and we'd be more open-minded if it really happened. I exchanged QQ numbers, and after a few interactions, things seemed okay, so we decided to meet. We arranged to have dinner together. The meeting felt a bit awkward. The wife was alright, though not my type; her looks and figure were acceptable. The husband, however, was a different story. Although he was a civil servant, he looked like a heavy drinker, which I didn't like, and my wife certainly wouldn't approve. The meal passed uneventfully. My wife didn't say a word. When I asked her about it later, she felt the same way, and I didn't say anything either. We met in a chat room that evening, and the man suggested we try it out. I thought it was worth a try, even though it would be unfair to my wife. I was really keen on trying it, and finding a couple like this wasn't easy, so I was about to agree. But then I thought, my wife would definitely be unwilling, and it wouldn't feel good. It would be too unfair to her. What was the point of this kind of exchange? Was it just to satisfy me? I hardened my heart and refused. Life returned to normal. Occasionally, I would read some articles about sex swapping and gain a new understanding of its purpose. It wasn't just about seeking excitement; it could also enhance marital relationships. I admit my sexual ability isn't very strong. I was envious when I saw articles describing others lasting 1-2 hours. My longest was only an hour and a half (usually around half an hour), and my wife didn't always have orgasms. I also doubted my abilities. Was my wife experiencing the most wonderful sex? One day, in a Sina chat room, I met someone who would eventually become my swap partner. I always called him "Brother." Upon first contact, we both strongly sensed each other's sincerity. Our thoughts were quite aligned, our circumstances were similar, our qualities were good, and since our cities were close, there wouldn't be any problems. So we immediately exchanged phone numbers. After several meetings, we both felt good about each other, but we didn't specifically discuss the swapping; we just treated each other like good friends. Actually, my wife was still afraid of swapping; she wasn't truly accepting it. The thought of facing a strange man and having to undress and do that kind of thing made her feel fear, embarrassment, and shame. She only agreed for my sake. I think it's not easy for a woman with traditional values to take this step, and it also takes a lot of courage for a man to send his wife into another man's arms. To be honest, both my wife and I were very nervous when we thought about swapping, since we'd never done anything like it before. We had imagined it many times before: how should we do it? Should the four of us be together or separate? At home or in a hotel? Should we do oral sex? Should we use condoms? And so on. The conclusion we reached was: to go with the flow, as long as it's safe, and to relax and enjoy ourselves. I think I can accept my wife having sex with another man. My wife and I haven't gone out for a walk together in a long time. My wife took a national exam last year and has been busy studying ever since. She also has a professional title exam in three months. During this short break, why not visit my older brother for a day to relax? After sharing this idea with him, he sincerely welcomed us, and we eagerly awaited the day. After settling the children, we embarked on our journey to another city. We were in exceptionally good spirits because our original purpose was to relax together and visit friends; we hadn't expected it to be an exchange, so we felt very relaxed—we hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time. My wife wore simple jeans that accentuated her vitality, and a light green turtleneck sweater made her complexion glow. The weather was beautiful, and in the sunlight, my wife radiated beauty. On the highway at 120 km/h, I suddenly pulled her close and kissed her. "Drive carefully!" My wife was startled, but after realizing there was no danger, she playfully slapped me. A long-lost feeling washed over us. In a cheerful atmosphere, we arrived at our destination, where my older brother was waiting for us at the highway exit. As we shook hands, I saw a hint of surprise in his gaze as he looked at his wife. The older brother explained that his wife couldn't pick us up due to other commitments. After exchanging pleasantries, we entered the city and arrived at a hotel that looked to be around three or perhaps four stars, showing respect for us. After ordering, his wife arrived. Looking closely at the two, the older brother was of average build and had a refined air; his wife was tall and exuded the aura of a professional woman. My wife could drink some beer, so she drank with the older brother, while I, being allergic to alcohol, could only drink Coca-Cola with her. We chatted about everything under the sun, the atmosphere very harmonious. After dinner, they agreed to show us around the city. They went downstairs, and I stayed behind to wait for my wife, who had gone to the restroom. She had drunk quite a bit and was a little tipsy. I took my slightly tipsy wife downstairs. The older brother arranged for us to temporarily switch passenger seats so he could show us around. We talked about the city along the way, and later we began discussing our experiences. She also shared some interesting stories from her workplace. After my sister-in-law received a phone call, the car drove into a residential area. We had arrived at their home, and we were invited in. I was deeply grateful for their trust. It was clear that my brother-in-law loved his home; he had put a lot of thought into every detail of the renovations. After some small talk, my brother-in-law started arranging for the children's whereabouts. I was surprised. Was this going to be…? What happened next confirmed my suspicions. My brother-in-law asked his wife for her opinion of him. My wife's hesitant manner showed that she was very embarrassed; her face was flushed to her ears, and her head was almost touching her chest. She didn't say a word. Looking at my sister-in-law, she also showed great magnanimity. I thought: They are better than us; they are more open-minded. At this point, I couldn't remain silent. Things had come to this point, and I could only move forward. After expressing our attitude, the matter was basically settled. At this moment, I was so nervous that my mouth was dry, and my face was flushed and my heart was pounding. But I had to hold on; otherwise, what would happen to my wife? I drank water gulping down water to hide my nervousness. I don't know when, but my sister-in-law had already showered and changed into her pajamas. She asked if we wanted to shower too. Luckily, we had showered before coming, not for any other reason than out of respect for my brother and his wife. I pulled my shy wife to my side and tried to comfort her, urging her to relax. At that moment, I really wanted to kiss her and caress her (in front of my brother, like in many articles), but I was too embarrassed and refrained. With my encouragement, my wife finally nodded slightly, which was her way of agreeing.My sister-in-law and I were put in the bedroom, while they were in the living room or the children's room. I had seen that room when we came in; it had bunk beds, but the lower bunk wasn't high enough for strenuous activity—another thoughtful touch from my older brother. I didn't forget to grab a water glass when I entered the bedroom; I was so nervous my mouth was dry. Sitting on the bed, I didn't know what to do. My sister-in-law spoke first, telling me to take off my clothes. After taking off my outer pants, I wasn't so nervous anymore. Anyway, it's already like this, today it is! (A feeling of resignation). I wondered how my wife was doing? I couldn't care less! When she was also naked, I couldn't resist taking the initiative. I hadn't dared to move at all while she was undressing. I pulled her close, kissing her and touching her breasts. Strange, why didn't I feel any excitement or stimulation? I felt very calm. "What kind of position do you like, sister-in-law?" "I like licking down there." So I started my assault. I licked very earnestly and for a long time. My sister-in-law was aroused, and then we made love. When I felt I couldn't hold on any longer, I suddenly remembered my sister-in-law's warning to us men: "You must hold on." So I had to stop, relax, and then started licking again. She kept moaning… I don't want to describe the sex process too much here; it wasn't my intention, and to be honest, I don't remember the details clearly, since so much time has passed. I felt a strong urge to urinate, and thinking that letting out would allow me to last a little longer, I asked to go to the toilet. Thinking back, I realized I was still curious about my wife's condition; it was my ingrained male instincts acting up. The door to that room wasn't closed properly, and there wasn't much noise (the room and bathroom are next to each other), but when I came out of the bathroom, I heard my wife screaming loudly and urgently. That sound was so familiar; it was the sound of reaching a very high level. A pang of sadness hit me. My sister-in-law also came out and heard the screaming. I didn't dare linger and hurried back to the bedroom. After my sister-in-law came back, we continued, but I kept hearing my wife's screaming in my ears. When I tried to penetrate her, I couldn't get an erection. Even oral sex didn't help. What was wrong? No matter how hard I tried, it didn't work. The more I tried, the less it worked, and the more I tried, the less it worked. A mix of emotions overwhelmed me. Was I going to be impotent forever? That would be so pointless. A cold sweat broke out at the thought. What was the point of being a man if that happened? A knock came at the door. My older brother asked, "May I come in?" He probably thought it wasn't exciting enough and wanted a four-way battle! But I couldn't do it! Then I thought: Maybe this way I could? My brother came in, but my wife didn't appear for a long time. Apparently, she was ashamed to see me like this. Finally, my brother pulled her in from behind the door. I hugged my wife and kissed her. She caressed me, but it still didn't work. I then kissed my sister-in-law's genitals, but the result was the same. Even oral sex didn't work. I looked up and saw my wife moaning and panting beneath my brother. I stared, a bitter feeling washing over me… Later, my wife said my face looked terrible at that moment. My sister-in-law pointed to my brother's shoulder and asked, "How did you get this?" Following her finger, I saw a red mark on his shoulder. He brushed it off, saying, "I scratched myself." But I knew in my heart it was a hickey my wife left during her orgasm. She always did that, but usually I only had one or two marks, while my brother had a whole patch. The game had to end. My brother and his wife invited us to stay for dinner, but I was in no mood. My heart was a jumble of emotions. On the way out of the city, looking at my brother's car ahead, I suddenly felt a strong urge. My wife saw my intention and tried to stop me, but I couldn't control the urge. I slammed on the gas and overtook him, as if I wanted to gather all my frustration in my feet and release it by pressing down. Looking back on that moment, I realized it was a huge mistake. My brother hadn't done anything wrong and had always taken good care of me. I hadn't prepared myself mentally, and doing that was disrespectful. I was filled with remorse. I realized I had lost a hard-won friend. Our first, and so far only, swapping session ended like this. For a while afterward, I was in a bad mood and thought a lot. How could it have ended like this? Whose fault was it? How could my wife feel so good with a man she'd just met? Wasn't she supposed to be shy? My wife said she was very nervous, her hands and feet were ice-cold, but luckily my husband was very considerate and gentle, which gradually relaxed her. Combined with the effects of alcohol and the intense sexual stimulation, she felt great. So when he entered her, she felt extremely excited, her moans were probably loud and rapid, and she unconsciously kissed his shoulder until it was red. She was in a state of semi-consciousness the whole time. He was also very nervous, so his thrusting didn't last long. He ejaculated while giving her oral sex, but not in her mouth. And what about me? I think the first reason was that I wasn't psychologically prepared enough. While I outwardly approved of my wife having sex with someone else, I was actually bothered and felt a pang of sadness. Secondly, I was under a lot of pressure, worried that I wouldn't be able to last long enough and wouldn't be able to satisfy her. Thirdly, our trip was supposed to be to visit friends (even though it was a swapping relationship), but we didn't expect it to actually happen, so we panicked at the last minute. Finally, erectile dysfunction was a major reason for the failure. It made me desperate, disappointed, and resentful, leading to irrational behavior. If I had been able to hold my own, things wouldn't have turned out this way. Later, I learned that my brother had put a lot of effort into making this happen; he wanted everyone to be happy and hoped this relationship could continue—which was also our wish! We had both planned the future too perfectly, making it impossible to accept this failure. Not long ago, I stumbled upon this website and found it very helpful. I told my wife, and we read every article together, discussed the mindset of swappers, and learned a lot from the experiences of so many other people. I'm now completely free from traditional notions and can accept my wife enjoying sex with another man. I understand that the prerequisite for sex swapping is a deep and unwavering love and mutual trust between husband and wife; I also understand that the meaning of sex swapping lies in fully enjoying wonderful and exciting sex and injecting vitality into a mundane married life. During this time, our sexual interest has increased significantly, our feelings for each other have deepened, we make love every day, and we've reached an unprecedented level of trust. In any case, we've experienced the ups and downs of sex swapping, and we've also overcome the danger period afterward, which is a valuable experience for us.The game had to end. The older brother and his wife invited us to stay for dinner, but I was in no mood. My heart was a jumble of emotions, a mix of feelings. On the way out of the city, looking at the older brother's car ahead, I suddenly felt a strong urge. My wife saw my intention and tried to stop me, but I couldn't control the urge. I slammed on the gas and overtook him, as if I wanted to gather all my frustration in my foot and release it by pressing down. Looking back on that moment, it was definitely wrong. The older brother hadn't done anything wrong and had always taken good care of me. I hadn't prepared myself mentally enough, and doing that was disrespectful to him. I was filled with remorse. I felt I had lost this hard-won friend. Our first, and so far only, exchange ended just like that. For a while afterward, I was in a bad mood and thought a lot. How could it have ended like this? Whose fault was it? How could my wife feel so good about a man she had just met? Wasn't she supposed to be shy? My wife said she was very nervous, her hands and feet were ice-cold. Fortunately, her husband was very considerate and gentle, which gradually relaxed her. Combined with the effects of alcohol and the intense sexual stimulation, she felt great. So when he entered her, she felt extremely excited, her moans were probably loud and rapid, and she unconsciously kissed his shoulder until it was red. She was in a state of semi-consciousness. He was also very nervous, and his thrusting didn't last long. He ejaculated while giving her oral sex, but not into her mouth. As for me? I think firstly, I wasn't mentally prepared enough. On the surface, I approved of my wife having sex with someone else, but deep down I was still bothered and felt a pang of jealousy. Secondly, I was under a lot of psychological pressure, worried that I wouldn't be able to last long enough and that I wouldn't be able to satisfy her. Thirdly, the purpose of our trip was to visit friends (although they were supposed to be swapping friends), but we didn't expect it to actually be a swap, so I panicked at the last minute. Finally, erectile dysfunction was a major reason for the failure. It made me desperate, disappointed, and resentful, leading to irrational behavior. If I had been able to maintain my erection, things wouldn't have turned out this way. Later I learned that my older brother had put a lot of effort into making this happen. He wanted everyone to be well and hoped this relationship could continue, which was also our wish! We had all planned for the future to be so perfect that we couldn't accept this failure. Not long ago, I stumbled upon this website and found it quite good. I told my wife, and we read every article together, discussed the mindset of swappers, and learned from the experiences of so many friends. Now I can completely let go of traditional notions and accept that my wife enjoys another man's sex. I understand that the premise of swapping is a deep and loving relationship between husband and wife, and complete trust between them; I also understand that the meaning of swapping is to fully enjoy wonderful and exciting sex and inject vitality into a mundane married life. During this time, our sex drive has increased significantly, our relationship has deepened, we make love every day, and we've reached an unprecedented level of trust. In any case, we've experienced it, tasted the bittersweetness of swapping, and we've overcome the danger period after the swap, which is a valuable asset for us.The game had to end. The older brother and his wife invited us to stay for dinner, but I was in no mood. My heart was a jumble of emotions, a mix of feelings. On the way out of the city, looking at the older brother's car ahead, I suddenly felt a strong urge. My wife saw my intention and tried to stop me, but I couldn't control the urge. I slammed on the gas and overtook him, as if I wanted to gather all my frustration in my foot and release it by pressing down. Looking back on that moment, it was definitely wrong. The older brother hadn't done anything wrong and had always taken good care of me. I hadn't prepared myself mentally enough, and doing that was disrespectful to him. I was filled with remorse. I felt I had lost this hard-won friend. Our first, and so far only, exchange ended just like that. For a while afterward, I was in a bad mood and thought a lot. How could it have ended like this? Whose fault was it? How could my wife feel so good about a man she had just met? Wasn't she supposed to be shy? My wife said she was very nervous, her hands and feet were ice-cold. Fortunately, her husband was very considerate and gentle, which gradually relaxed her. Combined with the effects of alcohol and the intense sexual stimulation, she felt great. So when he entered her, she felt extremely excited, her moans were probably loud and rapid, and she unconsciously kissed his shoulder until it was red. She was in a state of semi-consciousness. He was also very nervous, and his thrusting didn't last long. He ejaculated while giving her oral sex, but not into her mouth. As for me? I think firstly, I wasn't mentally prepared enough. On the surface, I approved of my wife having sex with someone else, but deep down I was still bothered and felt a pang of jealousy. Secondly, I was under a lot of psychological pressure, worried that I wouldn't be able to last long enough and that I wouldn't be able to satisfy her. Thirdly, the purpose of our trip was to visit friends (although they were supposed to be swapping friends), but we didn't expect it to actually be a swap, so I panicked at the last minute. Finally, erectile dysfunction was a major reason for the failure. It made me desperate, disappointed, and resentful, leading to irrational behavior. If I had been able to maintain my erection, things wouldn't have turned out this way. Later I learned that my older brother had put a lot of effort into making this happen. He wanted everyone to be well and hoped this relationship could continue, which was also our wish! We had all planned for the future to be so perfect that we couldn't accept this failure. Not long ago, I stumbled upon this website and found it quite good. I told my wife, and we read every article together, discussed the mindset of swappers, and learned from the experiences of so many friends. Now I can completely let go of traditional notions and accept that my wife enjoys another man's sex. I understand that the premise of swapping is a deep and loving relationship between husband and wife, and complete trust between them; I also understand that the meaning of swapping is to fully enjoy wonderful and exciting sex and inject vitality into a mundane married life. During this time, our sex drive has increased significantly, our relationship has deepened, we make love every day, and we've reached an unprecedented level of trust. In any case, we've experienced it, tasted the bittersweetness of swapping, and we've overcome the danger period after the swap, which is a valuable asset for us.

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