The joy of four people

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My wife has grown more and more beautiful and charming with age. Even at 38, her skin remains fair and her figure captivating. Wherever she goes, she attracts a throng of lustful eyes and drooling men. Plus, her voice is so gentle; she's truly an alluring beauty. My wife is virtuous and traditional, devoted to her husband and children. We've been married for almost twenty years, and our relationship is impeccably good, with a high level of sexual satisfaction. But after 20 years, aesthetic fatigue and daily琐事 have led to a growing sense of intimacy and a diminished passion. Since our marriage, she hasn't even touched a man's hand.

One day, while playing online games, I stumbled upon a forum and discovered this wonderful place. While some were just looking for a fling, there were also genuine and high-quality couples sharing their thoughts and feelings, showcasing my wife's enviable figure. So, I invited my wife to browse together. As we carefully read the couples' experiences on the site, I noticed a shy blush slowly spreading across her face. I jokingly suggested, "Shall we find a couple to swap?" She just chuckled and replied, "Silly!" I felt incredibly happy, immediately picked her up, and touched her—she was indeed dripping wet. That night, we had a passionate encounter, as if we were back in our early days of marriage.

To revitalize our marital bliss, I decided to take action. However, when I brought up the topic of couples dating again the next day, she absolutely refused. Several more attempts failed. She's too traditional! Frustrating! What to do?

One night, I remembered my wife excitedly and shyly describing an incident she'd had at the mall. A handsome young man kept following her, eventually asking for her phone number, saying she was so beautiful and wanted her to be his girlfriend. My wife was both angry and amused, saying, "My child is already old enough to run errands!" and quickly ran away. Seeing the passion in her description, I realized my wife really enjoyed being pursued. Could I find a mature, married man online to pursue her and ignite her hidden desires? As it turned out, I succeeded.

I found a couples dating group on a forum, and there were quite a few like-minded couples there. I was lucky enough to meet a couple from the same city, around the same age, both highly educated and attractive. After chatting online for a while, I found them to be quite well-mannered and cultured, and they seemed to like us a lot, especially the husband, who was completely smitten with my wife. A few days later, I encouraged the husband (let's call him "Jun") to make his move on my wife. This guy was truly skilled; he used all sorts of romantic and flirtatious techniques in our online chats.

At the same time, he was very respectful of my wife, making her heart flutter and moan softly. Every time we went to bed, her breasts heaved and her lower body became incredibly wet. Seeing my beautiful wife's happy expression filled me with joy, and I thrust my erection into her, causing her to writhe and moan. During that time, it felt like we were in the throes of passionate love, and I spent a lot of time with her.

A month later, Jun actually got my wife's phone number, and our online relationship moved into real-life communication, with our passion escalating rapidly. Of course, Jun was also quite articulate, always starting with family, parenting, and life before gradually venturing into sex. I think this was one of the reasons my wife gradually accepted him.

One night around 10 PM, my wife shyly asked me if Jun wanted to have sex with her over the phone. I really wanted to see what my wife imagined being with another man, so I agreed (actually, I also wanted to secretly watch and eavesdrop). My wife shyly went to take a shower. That night, my wife lay naked in bed, chatting with Jun on her phone. Jun's deep, masculine voice constantly seduced my wife on the phone. I pretended to be browsing the internet while secretly observing my wife's changes. After a while, my wife's voice began to change, slowly becoming soft and breathy, her body starting to twist. Then, my wife's hand touched her white breasts and slowly moved down. I watched with aroused passion, gently spreading my wife's legs, seeing a glistening patch of pubic hair. I couldn't resist, and we had sex! That night,

the two of them had such a great time! Of course, Jun included too!

The following days were incredibly enjoyable. I even started chatting with Jun's wife on QQ. She was also very beautiful, a completely different type from my wife—the fiery type, easily ignited. She liked my refined, handsome, and steady nature, and we were often inseparable on the phone and online, making my wife both love and itch with desire. Her little pink fists would turn into scissors, playfully jabbing at my crotch, saying she wanted a "cut." I would then pull her into my arms, saying, "Come on, cut! Come on, cut! I'll just use your crotch to cut!" And another round of passionate lovemaking ensued.

However, the good times were always intermittent, as I frequently had to travel for work. My wife is very obedient. When I'm away on business trips, she always stays true to her wifely ways and never does anything improper. Besides work and taking care of the children, she spends her time getting beauty treatments and practicing yoga. She's very well-behaved. Of course, if she happens to be unable to resist at night and Jun happens to call, they'll have a long, intimate conversation on the phone. But she always tells me afterwards. She's a truly reliable wife, and I'm happy to be spared the consequences.

However, something happened that brought our relationship even closer. Once, I was away on a business trip, and the elderly and children at home were all on summer vacation, leaving my wife alone. Around 11 p.m., I received a call from home. My wife said sadly that she had a fever, her whole body was burning hot and she felt weak. She said, "You're away on a business trip, and I feel so sorry for you, all alone." I was extremely anxious, but it was so late, and my friends in the big city all lived in different places. Besides, it was just a woman at home, and it wouldn't be convenient to call anyone. After hesitating for only a few seconds, I heard my wife's phone ring. She said it was Jun calling. I had a sudden inspiration and said to my wife, "

Tell him to take you to the hospital and take care of you for me!" (Thinking to myself: You've enjoyed quite a bit from my wife, it's time for you to step in.)

My wife told Jun about the situation, and Jun said he'd be there right away! (What a good friend!) I waited anxiously for news while I was out of town. A little while later, my wife said that Jun and his wife had arrived, and Jun had carried her downstairs. What happened next truly moved me. When my wife arrived at the hospital, her temperature was 39.5 degrees Celsius. Jun and his wife were busy registering, going to the emergency room, buying medicine, and getting her IV drip, taking care of my beloved wife the whole time. Around 1 a.m., Jun's wife was too exhausted to go home and went to rest, leaving Jun to stay by my wife's side while she received the IV drip. By 3 a.m., the fever had subsided. Damn, they're really loyal!

After finishing my business, I went home early. It had been three days since my wife fell ill. When I got home, my wife looked much better, her usual radiant beauty restored, though she was a little weak. I said, "I want to go and thank Jun and his wife properly." My wife gently lowered her head shyly and said, "Jun, you don't need to thank him, I've already thanked him. You go and thank his wife." I had a premonition that something had happened, and hurriedly asked what was going on. My wife said, "Don't blame me." (My heart was pounding; I figured my wife and Jun had made some real progress in the past two days.) "Tell me quickly, I won't blame you, but describe it in detail!" My wife nodded and shyly recounted her first real encounter with Jun.

The following events are based on my wife's detailed account, with a 99.9% match. The day after my wife fell ill was Saturday. She stayed home and rested all day. Her fever subsided, and she felt much better. During this time, Jun called and said he would take her to the hospital for her second IV drip that evening. Around 7 p.m., Jun brought dinner to see her. My wife was resting on the sofa. She opened the door for him lazily and shyly, asking, "Why are you alone? Where's your wife?" Jun said, "My wife has to take care of the children, so I'm taking care of you for her husband."

My wife laughed and said, "Then don't take advantage of me." Jun kept pretending to be a simpleton. After a quick meal, Jun drove my wife to the hospital. The injection lasted for over two hours, during which Jun stayed by his wife's side the entire time, showering her with sweet words and lewd glances, attending to her every need, even escorting her to the women's restroom while she was on the IV drip. This made her blush deeply, her face growing redder with each treatment, startling even the nurses: "Such a high fever? This isn't a fever, it's just sultry, sultry passion!"

My wife later told me that she was incredibly moved, and Jun's sweet talk had made her feel like she was floating on air. After the injection ended around 9 pm, my wife was completely overwhelmed, foolishly following Jun's every suggestion.

Jun said, "Let me help you,"

and she said, "Okay"; Jun

said, "Let's go get some late-night snacks,"

and she said, "Okay";

Jun said, "After we eat, let's go for a walk,"

and she said, "Okay." Jun was very romantic; after the late-night snack, he took my wife to the riverbank. The beautiful river view, the warm river breeze, and the softly lit streetlights captivated my wife. (My wife later asked me why I didn't often take her for romantic walks along the river.)

I cried out in protest, "I invited you there! You just like to wander around aimlessly. The laundry isn't done, the kids' homework isn't helped, the floor isn't mopped—what were you going there for?" Sigh! This—is the reality of family life! (Back to the story, my wife and Jun walked slowly along the river for over ten minutes, their affection palpable. The distance between them gradually decreased from over ten centimeters to zero, then to a negative number. Jun put his arm around my wife's waist, and she leaned softly against his strong arm. Suddenly, Jun said he wasn't going to walk anymore. My wife asked why, and Jun said, "I'm getting an erection." My wife smiled shyly and playfully punched him. Jun said, "Let's get in the car, you can punch me there."

My wife said no, but she obediently got into the car with Jun. The two remained silent the whole way, but their hearts were pounding. My wife was already a little out of breath. The car drove to a secluded spot by the river, where there were no streetlights, and it was almost 11 pm and no one was around. Jun turned off the lights, turned off the engine, and stopped the car.)

The night was so quiet, the moonlight was hazy, and a few stars twinkled faintly in the sky—what a romantic night.

Jun closed the car window, carefully leaving a small gap for air circulation, then turned and hugged his wife tightly from the passenger seat.

Jun placed his wife's hands between his legs,

and she exclaimed, "Such a high tent!"

Jun laughed, "There's a monk inside."

His wife asked, "Is the monk running a fever because it's so hot?"

Jun said sternly, "The monk is too hot; he needs to wash his hair." As he spoke, Jun's hand had already slipped inside his wife's clothes.

I know my wife is most afraid of being touched on the breasts; she goes limp at the slightest touch. Jun had been intimate with her on the phone several times, knowing her weakness, and his hand reached for her sensitive area...

I don't know how they got from the front seat to the back; my wife still can't remember. Her pants were pulled down to one leg, her shirt lifted, her white breasts incredibly alluring under the car window. Jun's mouth and hands roamed over her smooth skin, her body writhing. When Jun reached into her pubic hair, his entire palm was wet. My wife bit her lip, trying not to cry out, her breath coming in gasps. Jun was passionate, yet considerate, telling her to lie still, incredibly gentle, even putting on a condom he'd prepared beforehand (this guy had planned this all along!).

Everything was so wild, yet so natural. When the monk finally entered the cave, my wife couldn't hold back any longer and began to moan loudly, growing louder and louder, until she was forced to cover her mouth with her hand. The car swayed gently, two white bodies intertwined, a passionate tale of a wolf falling in love with a sheep unfolding inside.

Jun and his wife had finally had their first real encounter. Hearing this, I felt a complex mix of emotions: a touch of bitterness, a sense of empathy, and a surge of impulsive excitement. Although my wife was still a little weak, after recounting the details with Jun and seeing how excited I was, she was soaking wet. To make up for it, she treated me well that night, and I was exceptionally vigorous.

Looking back now, I don't really blame Jun. In our relationship, Jun truly fulfilled his duty of loyalty, and my wife experienced a new thrill, adding an unforgettable passionate chapter to our married life. Jun is a good man—humorous, mature, steady, and of good character. I'll mention him again later; for now, I'll leave his story with his wife for a while. I want to tell you about my own story with Jun's wife—a love affair I'll never forget.

Through Jun's introduction, I got in touch with his beloved wife, "Qian." Qian is a typical Jiangnan beauty, with long, flowing hair, a slender figure, and fair skin. A graduate of a prestigious art academy, she's a little older than me, but outgoing, lively, and adorable, and like my wife,

petite and charming. Due to our busy work schedules, Qian and I initially communicated mainly via email. Through these emails, we talked about life, reminisced about the past, and discussed our views on the world, revealing our true feelings and gradually connecting with each other. What sparked Qian's intense interest in me was an online chat. She was furious that I didn't know about the prestigious art academy she graduated from (I genuinely knew nothing about art colleges), but when she learned she couldn't compare to me, it fueled her strong desire to conquer me (later, lying in my arms, she fiercely said: "You shattered my confidence back then, I swore I would get you!" I laughed and said: "I already have you, my life is in your hands."). After exchanging photos online, Qian saw my refined, composed, and handsome appearance, and her heart was already with me.

Qian loves to travel and has visited many places both domestically and internationally, taking many beautiful photos and writing numerous wonderful travelogues. Qian admires my writing style and often sends me her work for me to revise. I dare not make any changes, so I shower her with praise and compliments, making her feel quite flattered and completely luring her onto my side. I love looking at one of Qian's selfies taken at the beach—the azure sea, the vast sky, Qian's long hair gently blowing in the sea breeze—truly a beautiful picture of a seaside beauty.

Qian painted a large self-portrait based on the photo, framed it, and hung it by her bedroom door. It's incredibly beautiful, surprising and delighting me; she truly is a beauty and a talented woman.

Jun is also very busy, with a lot of business in Hong Kong, often requiring him to travel. Qian sometimes feels lonely at home, and meeting me made her very happy. Jun is very generous, telling me to take good care of his wife and not let her be lonely, which I, of course, gladly accepted. After months of passionate conversation, we became intimately familiar with each other, and my feelings for Qian and I intensified rapidly. Our phone calls were often filled with tender moments; it felt like an eternity without seeing each other. We both desperately wanted to see each other in person. (Of course, I told my wife everything. She's so good to me; she always listens shyly, occasionally chiming in, but never interjecting. She knows perfectly well—I would never leave her.) I was truly astonished at the time. How could a man hold two women in his heart at the same time—one a lasting warmth, the other a passionate romance? I couldn't help but admire the wonders of nature.

At the beginning of the year, Qian and Jun went to a coastal city for the Spring Festival (they owned property there), while my wife and I were busy preparing for the festivities at home. One day, Qian suddenly sent me a text message: "Come be with me! He knows!" And in a few days, it would be Valentine's Day. This was clearly a invitation for me to come and spend Valentine's Day with her. Should I go? What would happen to my wife if I went? And if I did go, what kind of Valentine's Day would it be?

Today is February 13th. I never imagined Valentine's Day would come again tomorrow. It's fate! Could it be Qian? Could it be that you arranged for me to write this?! Qian, my beloved woman.

Let me gather my thoughts and continue writing. I received a text from Qian and immediately called back teasingly: Why do you want me to come over now?

Want a threesome? Her reply was a little melancholy: Jun has something to do and took the kids to America. He can't come back for the time being. I'm so lonely on Valentine's Day. Can you come over? Her fiery voice suddenly became lazy and coquettish, so charming, clearly seducing me! "I need to discuss it with my wife, after all, it's a special day," I said, sweating. "Then hurry up," she said, and then gave me a "kiss." Damn, this is unbearable! I'm already sweating just from dealing with two women, and I'm so lacking in wit when dealing with just one. I bowed and scraped as I walked up to my wife and explained Qian's intentions to her. At that time, my wife hadn't actually had any physical contact with Jun yet. After hearing this, she was silent for half a minute, then looked at me with a strange smile. I broke out in a cold sweat: "Don't do this, it's giving me the creeps! If you say no, I absolutely won't go!" My wife laughed: "My little kitten is craving something fishy. It's like the sky wanting to rain, or a mother wanting to remarry. Okay, you're allowed to go, but don't forget home." At that moment, my feelings of gratitude and admiration for my wife were like a surging river, unstoppable; and my guilt towards my beloved wife was so intense I wanted to slap myself twice! I hugged my wife and kissed her hard a few times, saying: "Don't go, don't go, how can you spend Valentine's Day alone at home?" My wife said, "You're just saying nice things. I know how much you want it. We're an old married couple, why celebrate Valentine's Day? Qian and Jun are both nice, go keep her company. Her child isn't home, she's all alone there, it's pitiful. I'll stay home with the child, I have so much to do. You go."

To express my trust and gratitude, I immediately dragged my wife out and bought her a huge Valentine's Day gift. I swiped my card, swiped my card, and swiped my card some more—I couldn't let my wife be lonely on Valentine's Day just because I was out. That night, I gave my wife a good "homework" (a euphemism for sexual activity), and to my surprise, she was incredibly aroused that night!

Qian was overjoyed to hear I was coming; she was so happy, she chattered on and on on the phone for a long time. I listened quietly, feeling her overflowing springtime joy. After a quick pack, I embarked on my journey to meet Qian for the first time, my heart already with her.

On Valentine's Day afternoon, I arrived in the seaside city. Qian was waiting for me in the lobby of a hotel, dressed in a tight white top and pants, her tall figure slender, her long hair flowing over her shoulders. She smiled at me, her temperament exceptional, even more beautiful than in the photos. I recognized her immediately. She had seen my picture and knew that this refined and handsome man was the one who had come to accompany her. She smiled charmingly, "You've come," and casually took my hand. I had thought the meeting would be awkward, and I spent a long time in the car wondering whether to shake hands first or hug. But when we actually met, everything felt so natural, like we were lovers who had been together for years. I asked her, "What's the arrangement for me? Are we going to get a room right now?" Qian gently punched me, "Dream on! There are too many hostesses in hotels, I don't trust you to stay here. Let's go to my place." Wow, I was so happy, this was something I never dared to dream of.

The car entered a seaside residential area. The scenery was beautiful, with lush trees and a first-class sea view. I gently put my arm around Qian's waist, feeling her tremble slightly. Her waist was so soft and slender, it felt so good to the touch. After Qian opened the door and led me into her home, we couldn't hold back anymore and hugged each other tightly, breathing heavily. Her breasts were full and heaving, and her lower body was pressed tightly against mine; she must have felt my hardness. After what seemed like an eternity, Qian shyly told me to let go, saying, "Let me show you around." I said, "Let me have some water first, I'm dying of thirst." Qian laughed: "You

're so useless."

Her and Jun's house was large, clearly meticulously decorated. Qian proudly said the paintings on the walls were all her work, showing me around to admire them one by one. I embraced her from behind, pressing close to her hips as we slowly moved, my hands wandering over her breasts. Qian's breathing grew increasingly rapid. Reaching the bedroom door, I saw her self-portrait by the sea—it was beautiful. I whispered in her ear, "Is there a nude...painting of you?" Qian couldn't hold back any longer. She let out a soft moan, turned, and hugged me. "I'll show you now, dare you?!" Our two hot bodies tumbled onto the bedroom bed, our lips locked in a tight kiss. I pulled off Qian's top. Sometimes, a woman doesn't necessarily look good naked; a woman with an air of elegance, dressed but openly revealing her chest, is even more exciting. For the first time, I truly saw Qian's soft, white breasts. I opened my mouth and kissed them. Qian let out a loud moan, her slender neck arching back. My hand moved down, feeling the prominent bulge of her pubic area, a warm breath escaping through her pants. As I reached for Qian's belt, she suddenly grabbed my hand. "Not now, it's too early. Let's go out for dinner." Wow! This woman is amazing! She still thinks about dinner at a time like this!

Today is beautiful Valentine's Day, and I must end this story to commemorate those unforgettable years on this auspicious day, and also to put my readers' minds at ease.

Qian is so energetic, like a true hostess. She dragged me to a quiet Western restaurant. There was a flower girl selling flowers at the entrance, and I immediately bought the reddest rose and handed it to her. Qian suddenly became shy, lowered her head, and smiled as she accepted it. We ate and chatted, accompanied by romantic piano music. The candlelight on the table cast a red glow on our faces, and even the moon seemed to smile.

After leaving the restaurant, Qian took me to the seaside. The night view of Lovers' Road was beautiful, with long streetlights stretching endlessly to the other side of the harbor. Couples whispered sweet nothings along the railings. The festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival continued. Someone set off fireworks on the roadside grass, the smoke shells shooting into the night sky and blooming into dazzling flowers—so beautiful! We sat down on the grass, quietly admiring the spectacle. I gently pulled her into my arms, and Qian nestled against my chest. The fireworks ended, and Qian lay down, her head resting on my arm, gazing at the night sky dotted with stars. "I haven't felt like this in a long time," she said. "Me too," I replied.

Around ten o'clock, Qian suddenly suggested going to a bar. Although I was eager to get back, seeing her high spirits, I reluctantly agreed. I said I didn't drink, but she said it was okay, just one bottle of beer each. Qian took a small bottle of beer, saying it was a brand she often drank in Hong Kong, and that it tasted great. Seeing her enjoying it so much, I dared to try it too. Soon

, my face flushed; a little alcohol makes you excited, and you start talking more. It was quite late when we got back to Qian's house. I was a little unsteady, but Qian was still in high spirits. She turned on the CD player, played some soft music, and started dancing with me. The room was quiet; besides the music, the only sounds were the pounding of our hearts and our soft breathing. After a while, the alcohol hit me, and I actually went to the bathroom to vomit. Qian was shocked: "Your alcohol tolerance is terrible!" I said, "Sorry, I'll take a shower and rest for a bit." Qian looked at me and chuckled, "Okay, you're really useless." After showering, I still had a bit of a headache. Qian helped me rest on the bed, and then she went to wash up... In my hazy state, I heard someone calling me. Oh my god, I had actually fallen asleep, neglecting the beautiful woman for hours! Qian was in front of me, wearing a sexy nightgown, looking at me with concern: "I was planning to drink some alcohol to give me courage, but if I had known your alcohol tolerance was so low, I wouldn't have drunk any." (Later, Qian said that she had been holding it in for a long time, and after waiting for me for more than two hours, she couldn't hold it in any longer and finally woke me up. She couldn't just spend a Valentine's Day night looking at me but not being able to move, could she?) I didn't say anything, and just pulled her over.

I quickly ripped off Qian's pajamas. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her white breasts, swollen and firm with desire, swelled. I kissed them fiercely, hearing Qian moan softly, and grasped my penis through her clothes. Suddenly, I noticed three small red moles below her right breast. I laughed and said, "Most people have two, you're amazing, five!" Qian said hazily, "When I'm old, you won't recognize me, but you'll know it's me by these three moles." "Let me see if you have any more moles down there," I said, reaching down to touch her. I found she was still wearing panties, but they were already damp. I reached to pull them off. I really admired Qian; she actually pushed my hand away. "You can't touch here!" That's allowed?! I tried to reach in again, but found her legs tightly pressed together, quite forcefully, not wanting to give me a chance. Qian called my name, "I've really fallen for you, but I haven't fully adjusted yet. How about we just hold each other like this tonight?" It

was really late, and thanks to the alcohol and our biological clocks, we actually fell asleep in each other's arms. Valentine's Day night, we slept together, but… we didn't make love!! (Damn, I'm so impressed with myself, am I too great? If you call me a man, my actions are certainly great; if you don't call me a man, you're definitely not. Women, what kind of advanced animals are they?!)

The next day we woke up at the same time, and Qian nestled on my chest. "Thank you, you're so kind! Why don't you stay with me for another half day, then we can go back in the afternoon and go cycling for some exercise." I thought, since I hadn't used up my energy, I might as well burn it off by cycling. We went downstairs for breakfast, then Qian and I got on our bikes and started cycling around the city, sightseeing as we went.

Brothers, maybe you think my Valentine's Day just went by like that—romantic, passionate, but without actually getting Qian's body. Wrong! So women are strange creatures. When I was about to leave that afternoon, Qian hugged me tightly and cried, pushing me onto the bed while crying, kissing me while crying, igniting my passion while crying, and rushing towards the peak of pleasure, giving me everything she had. I finally had a complete and romantic Valentine's Day, unforgettable for a lifetime. Today is also Valentine's Day, and my heart flows backward in time, vaguely seeing Qian's reluctant gaze as we parted. After returning

from Qian's place, my wife was already standing at the door to welcome me in, without a trace of reproach, and the house was spotless. The child had gone to piano practice, and no one else was home. I explained everything to my wife in detail. My wife listened to my story with a blush, her heart pounding, captivated by my experience with Qian. Suddenly, she exclaimed excitedly, "You're so lucky!" and pulled me into the bedroom. Seeing my wife's excitement, I reached down and touched her; she was already soaking wet. Luckily, I exercise regularly and have decent stamina, so I rose again and gave her a good feast, leaving her completely saturated.

This is a story about four people—my wife, Jun, and Qian—and two couples. Everything unfolded so naturally, yet so uncontrollably. Friends might ask, "Why don't we ever see you four swapping partners?" Yes, we've all thought about it. Although both families are very busy and we haven't been able to get together, we've communicated a lot and started discussing how to travel together, fully enjoying the passionate life of couples interacting and having fun together as a group of four.

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