[Couple Swapping] [Reposted from Online Article]

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After my wife Hong married me, she never went to social venues like dance halls again. I knew she didn't want too much contact with men and wanted to be the only woman in my life.
I tried my best to accommodate her. Although I knew she had had sexual relations with her two ex-boyfriends before we started dating, I never held it against her or looked down on her. I still loved and cherished her, so I never asked about or brought up her past. Until one day, I saw content about wife-swapping and group sex online and was amazed by the exciting activities.
But I always felt that it was all made up to attract lustful people and never believed it was real. However, despite this disbelief, I became obsessed with these kinds of novels, frantically collecting articles on the subject. I also met some netizens online and discovered that there were many others like her. Gradually, I completely accepted these views and considered them to be normal forms of sex.
That period was strange. I had very little sexual urge from my own body, but sexual stimulation and satisfaction from my wife could give me a huge shock and satisfaction. For example, thinking about exposing my wife to other men, or letting her be intimate with other men, often made me more excited than having sex with my wife. It seemed that my sexual pleasure was entirely dependent on her? From then on, I started to imagine how my wife was deflowered and had sex with her ex-boyfriend. Whenever I thought about my wife being naked and pinned down on the bed, with a slippery hard object inserted between her legs, enduring the action of intercourse, or even wanting to see my wife being violated by another man, every time I thought about these things, I would feel a strange and unprecedented excitement and stimulation from the inside out. Even in the street, my penis would be hard as a rock.
So, after I told my wife about this idea, she looked at me with a bewildered expression and said I was addicted to the internet and had a mental disorder. I wasn't swayed by her opposition; instead, I secretly started looking for like-minded netizens online. My QQ account was filled with gay people I'd met on pornographic forums. After communicating with them, I gradually came to believe that most of those so-called wife-swapping novels were based on reality, with many based on the authors' personal experiences. Of course, some authors wrote them simply to seek gratification and psychological satisfaction; I myself had posted such novels.
While I was desperately searching for sincerity, I accidentally met a netizen named "Shell." After chatting with him for a long time, we finally talked about wife-swapping. Unexpectedly, we both had this idea. We exchanged photos of each other's wives, but didn't take any further action. Because at that time, everything I did was my own idea, done without my wife's knowledge, so I didn't dare to do anything rash. Therefore, I rarely appeared online, and that's how we lost contact. During this time, I didn't give up. Instead, I did a lot of work on my wife… even tirelessly asking her how she met her ex-boyfriends, how long they knew each other, and how they got together. At first, she wouldn't say anything, but later she told me everything, including where they first met and how they did it. Strangely, I wasn't jealous at all; on the contrary, I was incredibly excited. I started bringing up the topic of wife swapping again, and gradually she went from being unreasonable to acquiescing. My wife is the kind of virtuous and obedient woman, so I went even further, getting to know some netizens from Beijing, Shanghai, and Jiangsu, and reaching a consensus with them. Unfortunately, we lived too far apart, so it fell through at the crucial moment.
Six months after contacting "Beike," I gradually forgot about him. Plus, he kept changing his online name, and I almost forgot our promise, which came true this May. About two weeks ago, he suddenly reappeared on my QQ and brought up old topics with me, which confused me a bit because he had changed his online name (for the sake of privacy, I cannot tell you his real online name, so I will refer to him as "Shell"). This time, I became bolder, and it was this daring act that led me to actually experience a wife-swapping game, giving my wife and me an unprecedented sense of excitement and thrill. The following story is about my wife-swapping experience with "Shell".
After chatting with him for five minutes, he told me that he was the former "Shell," and I finally recalled the memory from the depths of my mind. Just as we were about to get down to business, he told me that he had to go out. Before I could close the chat window, he sent another message asking who I was. I was completely baffled and had no idea what he was up to. He told me that I was "Shell's" wife, which I didn't believe at all. I often encounter pranks like this online, so I didn't take it seriously. But then he asked to have a voice chat with me, and suddenly my eyes lit up. There was a chance!
My wife and son were right there with me, so I didn't accept. Instead, I asked her to turn on the video so I could see if she was a man or a woman. When she did, a woman in her late twenties appeared on my computer screen. After she showed me a photo I had given to my wife and husband six months ago, I was certain she was "Beike's" wife. I eagerly started chatting with them, and we quickly became good friends. She gave me her QQ number, and from that day on, she became almost my only chat buddy. Then,
one night after nine o'clock, a man in his early thirties with glasses appeared on the video. He told me he was my online friend "Beike," and that I'd only found out he was a bespectacled man after chatting for six months. His first question was what I thought of his wife. I said she was very nice, a pretty young woman. Then we started talking about our wives, and soon we got to the point, discussing wife-swapping from years ago. He said he really wanted to have a real wife-swapping session with me. I figured he was just like those other bored online friends, just talking, and wouldn't actually do it, so I just chatted with him as if it were real.
So I chatted with the couple for over a week. Although we got along very well, I never took it seriously. I suspected they, like many other netizens, came in out of curiosity and a desire to pry into other people's privacy. It wasn't until we exchanged phone numbers and he talked to my wife on the phone for a while, and then he called my wife's cell phone and we chatted back and forth, that I believed their actions were genuine and that they were planning to come to our place in the next couple of days. At this point, I started to feel scared again. Maybe that's how people are; they look forward to this day, but when it actually comes, they become fearful, just like me. The main fear was that my wife wouldn't agree, which would make things awkward for everyone. They'd come all this way, and that would be too unfair to them. However, I still didn't believe they would really come, so I boldly invited them.
It wasn't until May 5th, when I suddenly received a call from his wife telling me they were on their way, that I realized the seriousness of the situation. I was fine; my biggest worry was my wife. Despite her usual chatter, I knew she'd falter in a crucial moment. Sure enough, when I got home at noon and told her that "Beike" and his wife were on their way, her face immediately darkened. She said we were completely crazy. I quickly explained, "He called while he was on the way; I couldn't very well let them go back. If you don't..." "Let's just treat this as a friendly visit."
She still looked unhappy. I quickly finished my meal and went out to buy groceries. With a heavy heart, I waited at our agreed-upon location until after 3 PM before their car slowly pulled up. When they got out, I finally got a good look at the young couple. The man was about 1.7 meters tall, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking refined and elegant. The woman was probably about 1.62 meters tall; although her face wasn't as pretty as I thought, her skin was quite fair, and she looked quite pleasant. After leading them into the house, thankfully, all my worries were unnecessary. My wife greeted them warmly. I secretly smiled to myself; women's hearts are truly unfathomable. Since it was still early, and it was our first meeting, we needed to build rapport.
So, my wife and I went shopping with them for a while. When we got back, I quickly prepared a lavish dinner with drinks and food. At times like this, everyone is probably like us, not really appreciating the exquisite food. We hurriedly drank some wine and then announced that dinner was over. My son went to my mother's house, leaving just the four of us. I knew then that everything was about to begin. No one knew how to start the conversation, after all, this was our first time. Actually, everyone was looking forward to this moment, especially me, and of course, he was no exception.
To ease the awkwardness, I turned on my computer and led them to it. I originally planned to show them some nude selfies of my wife, but her stern look indicated that I couldn't. So, I showed them some selfies I had collected online. They looked on with great interest, especially the man, whose eyes were practically gleaming with lust. Then I took out some pornographic films for them to enjoy. I knew my wife couldn't resist porn, so this was the best way to get her to submit.
After watching for a while, everyone reacted. The two of us men had already gotten aroused, but neither of us dared to speak up, and we remained awkwardly seated. Finally, as the host, I broke the silence by suggesting we all take a shower. After everyone showered, it was my wife's turn last. While she was showering, the two of us men started discussing the main topic in front of her. When I asked him about his impression of my wife, he said he felt very good about her. His wife also said my wife looked much younger than in the photos. Then he asked me what I thought of his wife, and I, of course, was satisfied.
After mutual approval, we started planning our next move. With his wife's consent, he asked me and his wife to go first. Hesitantly, I didn't agree. I didn't know what my wife thought of him, and I was afraid she wouldn't be able to handle it if we did it without her consent. After all, it was our first time, and I needed her approval first.
So I went to the bathroom, intending to talk to her while she showered. Surprisingly, when I asked her what she thought of that man, my wife shyly nodded in agreement. Who knows what's on a woman's mind? My wife usually showers very quickly, but with this special social engagement, her shower seemed to go by much faster than usual. Once she was in the living room, I thought it was time to get down to business. So I gathered everyone into the bedroom. Everyone seemed very obedient this time. "Shell" and I lay in the middle, one woman on each side, each holding our wives, and we started watching porn again. After a while, we two men couldn't resist anymore. I asked if we could start. The two women remained shyly silent, but "Shell" boldly pushed his wife next to me. His wife said she wasn't used to doing it together, so we decided to do it separately first, and then we could get used to playing together as a group. So, I led his wife to another small room, leaving the large room for him and my wife.
Once inside the room, I eagerly embraced his wife and kissed her, my other hand slipping inside her bra to caress her breasts. Those who've had this experience know that in such situations, other men's wives aren't the most attractive; the most alluring thing is seeing your own wife being intimate, flirting, and making love with another man, then watching her naked and writhing beneath another man's body—that's the most tantalizing and exciting scene.
So, while flirting with his wife, my mind was still on her. I released her and secretly pushed open my bedroom door, wanting to see what was happening with her. But they remained in the same position, without any further intimacy. "Shell's" wife and I witnessed this simultaneously. Before I even entered the room, she rushed in, whispered something in her husband's ear, and lay down beside him. Soon after, "Shell" told me his wife was a little scared, but I knew she was afraid that if I slept with her, she wouldn't let her husband sleep with her anymore. Maybe it was just that I wasn't used to it.
Thinking of this, I went back to my wife's side and continued watching our porn, without doing anything else. After a while, "Shell" couldn't help but speak up. He said his wife was a little shy, and that we should each do it once first and see how it went. After getting my consent, they went to my son's room next door. I was already a little excited, so I hugged my wife and started kissing her. When I put my hand inside my wife's pants, "Wow!" My wife was already overflowing with love juice, and the area around her vaginal opening was covered in slippery love juice. I knew that my wife would have a strong reaction whenever she watched porn. At this point, if I just thrust a few times, she would orgasm in less than five minutes. Once she was satisfied, maybe our game wouldn't continue. I thought it would be better to let another man satisfy her rare passion and make her reach a stimulating orgasm. Thinking of this, I quickly got up and went to the next room to discuss it. When I opened the door, the room was already filled with the scent of spring. Two naked bodies were pressed tightly together. The woman was lying down, and the man was kneeling between her legs, licking her breasts. The woman was stroking the man's penis with her hand. I could see that "Shell's" penis was extremely aroused by his wife's caresses, with a purplish-red sheen on the glans. When she saw me enter, the woman screamed and turned her back shyly. "Shell" sat on the bed. I was too embarrassed to make any move because it was a fair exchange. Without her husband's consent, and before my wife had given him her, I would absolutely not touch his wife.
But "Shell" didn't stop what he was doing. He continued to roam over his wife's naked body and even hinted that I should touch her too. With her husband's support, I certainly wouldn't let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But as soon as I reached for his wife's full breasts, she seemed shy and turned away. I had no choice but to let go and sit on the edge of the bed watching the couple make love. When "Shell" saw that I had stopped, he secretly removed one hand and let me touch his wife's buttocks. I slid my hand down her buttocks to her genitals and used my two thumbs to pry her buttocks open. I could see her vaginal opening from behind. She noticed my advances, and perhaps with her husband's support, she no longer avoided me as she had at the beginning. I began to boldly touch her breasts. My husband and I each held one breast, and I would occasionally gently rub her pink nipples. We touched her for almost two minutes, and she didn't move at all, letting us do as we pleased.
Seeing that things were about right, her husband wanted to hand her over to me while he went next door to have sex with my wife. Just as he stood up naked and was about to leave, the woman clung to him, saying she was a little scared and wanted to come with him. So, they decided that the four of them should do it together so that everyone could take care of each other. She silently nodded. With her consent, I boldly carried her, still completely naked, into my wife's room. My wife was still fully clothed and watching TV. When she saw me carrying a naked woman in, followed by a naked man, her eyes didn't linger on my actions with the woman. Instead, she shyly glanced at the man's genitals.
When I placed the woman next to her, she obediently shifted. Seeing his wife's naked body before someone else, "Shell" immediately became erect. He walked around the bed to my wife's bedside and, without waiting for her consent, began to caress her, kneading her breasts with two fingers. My wife leaned against the bed, shyly lowering her head, like a bride entering her bridal chamber. Although she knew what was about to happen, she didn't know how to begin, her face flushed, her hands unconsciously fidgeting with the hem of her clothes. Sometimes she would secretly glance at my actions with the woman. After only two or three touches, "Shell" impatiently climbed onto the bed, straddled my wife's lap, and began to undress her.
At that moment, I was fondling his wife's breasts. Her breasts were classic—not too big, not too small, and very elastic. Women who haven't given birth are different. Her pink nipples were small, and at first glance, they didn't seem to match her breasts. I kissed her nipples, occasionally reaching for her genitals to touch her clitoris. Meanwhile, my wife had been completely undressed by "Shell." To this day, I'll never forget the look in my wife's eyes when the first button was undone—a look of pleading, a look of helplessness, a look of arousal, and a look of shyness. Although I wasn't her only man, this was her first time having group sex with four men, especially in front of her husband and another man.
Actually, my wife is quite introverted and not the outgoing type. Although she's had sex with three or four men, those were all men she got together with while dating. Aside from that, she's a decent woman, especially with men she doesn't fancy; she never talks much to them. It's really a bit difficult for her to act like this today. But thankfully, when she looked at me, I gave her an encouraging look, and she quickly accepted it and cooperated with "Shell's" advances. With my wife's cooperation, my wife, who was only wearing pajamas, was quickly stripped naked by "Shell." My wife's pubic hair is very thick, but now it was all soaked with her vaginal fluid, sticky and messy. She spread her legs without any dignity. When "Shell" put his hand into her vagina, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I knew my wife was already overflowing with desire; her entire vaginal opening must have been coated with love juice. No wonder "Shell" was surprised when he touched her genitals. The two naked women looked very uncomfortable, their faces flushed with shame.
In no time, I had stripped myself completely naked. My thick, hard penis was exposed. My penis had a clear advantage over "Shell's"; it was much thicker and larger, though the length was about the same, around fourteen centimeters. We two curious men placed the two white-skinned women side-by-side for a thorough comparison. My wife, having given birth, had naturally sagging breasts, not as firm as his wife's, and her nipples were darker. When we parted their thighs, we were both astonished to find that they were two completely different vaginas. At this point, someone might say: "A vagina is a vagina, what's the point of comparing them?" Wow! That's a huge mistake! Because no two vaginas are exactly alike, and of course, wives' vaginas are no exception. Southern vaginas are different from northern vaginas, fat vaginas are different from thin vaginas.
When I saw his wife's two plump, white legs spread apart, apart from a few tufts of tender pubic hair on her mons pubis that looked like baby hair, the hair on her vulva was sparse, almost countable one by one. Her vulva was perfectly closed, round and smooth, with a pair of small, delicate labia minora and a pair of labia majora, pinkish-red. His wife's was a fairly typical, ordinary vulva. My wife's was different. When her two plump thighs spread apart, her two thick labia minora were long and loose, some more than two inches long, hanging down and just covering her vaginal opening. Unlike his wife, my wife's labia majora were also covered with pubic hair, while his wife's were sparse, with only a little bit on her vulva. Moreover, his wife had a white vulva, while my wife had a dark vulva; they were two completely different types of vulvas.
My friends on the street say that my wife's vagina is a rare gem, the best of the best. When you're fucking her, her four labia will tightly hold your penis. When those long labia tightly envelop your penis, that sight is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Maybe that's why I haven't had enough of fucking my wife in ten years! When "Shell" greedily stroked my wife's dark pubic hair and her very sexy, plump, bun-like vagina, and then parted her two thick labia, my wife's vagina was fully exposed. Her vaginal opening was already slightly open, and her two plump labia were spread to the sides. The area around her labia was covered with dark pubic hair, glistening. A stream of clear, lustful fluid flowed out, filling her buttocks and even wetting her anus. When that man touched her again, her entire vulva became sticky and radiated an alluring sheen. After comparing them, both of us men were delighted to have encountered two completely different vaginas. "Shell" was especially excited, using my wife's vaginal fluid to tease her clitoris.
For me, someone accustomed to the dark pubic hair and yearning for a "white tiger," his wife's vagina, a rare find, was so different from my wife's thick, dark pubic hair that I couldn't appreciate it any longer. I buried my head and began licking it vigorously. At the same time, I used my thumbs to pry open her still-closed labia and extended my tongue towards her clitoris. The moment my tongue touched her clitoris, I felt her tremble. I then inserted my ring finger into her vagina and began thrusting it in and out. I gradually felt my finger becoming wet. Meanwhile, my wife, with her eyes closed and legs spread wide, was enjoying another man's caresses. I knew she was already craving penetration, but was too embarrassed to say it. Seeing this, I stopped licking her clitoris and said, "My wife's juices are almost drowning you, why don't you hurry up and do it?"
Before I could finish speaking, he probably couldn't hold back any longer. He knelt between my wife's thighs and deeply inserted his erect penis into her already overflowing vagina, and began to thrust... I licked her clitoris for a long time, but no juices came out. So I straddled her thighs, put my glans against her vulva, and gently rubbed her labia and clitoris with the glans, but no juices came out. At this moment, my wife and "shell" were already fused together. Seeing this, I was aroused. I held my penis in one hand and pressed down on my wife's slender waist with the other. Suddenly, I pushed hard with my lower body. I heard my wife cry out, and my penis, hair and all, was swallowed up by the slit of her vulva without a trace. His wife's vagina was very narrow, and my penis was enveloped by the tight, hot flesh of her vaginal cavity, feeling incredibly comfortable. Without thinking, I began to move my hips back and forth, thrusting to gain even greater physical pleasure.
Watching my bulging, veiny penis move in and out of a completely unfamiliar vagina, from a deep red to a stick covered in a layer of pale white foam from being thrust in and out, a sense of heroism and physical pleasure surged through me, giving me a light, floating feeling. I started sucking on his wife's nipples while my hips moved violently, pounding against her vulva, wanting to shove my entire penis and testicles into her vagina and make "ah" sounds.
But I still couldn't stop watching the scene of "shell" and my wife having sex. Their approach was much gentler. "Shell" pressed his entire body against my wife's, not licking her nipples, but instead pressing his head against her face, fully experiencing the waves of pleasure rising from below. My wife, on the other hand, raised her buttocks high, her legs and thighs dangling in the air, making "splashing" sounds of her juices. This position allowed "Shell's" penis to penetrate deeper. My wife's eyes were tightly closed, her mouth slightly open, breathing heavily, writhing to match "Shell's" thrusts. I knew she was about to reach her climax. Actually, we had discussed all of this online beforehand.
My wife prefers gentleness, while his wife prefers intensity, which suited our tastes perfectly. My wife's reaction grew stronger, so I quickly told "Shell" to suck on her nipples while I leaned in and kissed her passionately. I knew, of course, that when my wife was close to orgasm, she loved having her nipples licked; just a little lick and she'd quickly reach orgasm. Sure enough, my wife's face flushed, she breathed heavily, and she shoved her entire tongue into my mouth. I knew she had reached her most intense orgasm. "Shell" also sensed my wife's change, remaining motionless as he enjoyed the pleasure brought by her vaginal contractions.
Although my wife and I were passionately kissing, we didn't let up on our assault on her. However, after enjoying the vaginal movements, "Shell" resumed his previous actions. My wife's legs dangled from "Shell's" waist, lying in a "spread-eagle" position, eyes closed, completely submissive, allowing the skinny man to do whatever he wanted with her.
Perhaps watching our wives with another man was just too stimulating, because we both ejaculated without even changing positions! First was "Shell." Perhaps it was the contractions of my wife's vagina that stimulated him during her orgasm. At the same time, "Shell's" whole body trembled, and his thrusts became slow and powerful. With each thrust, he would shudder. I believe that each twitch represented him ejaculating a stream of semen inside my wife's vagina. He continued to twitch seven or eight times before stopping, exhausted and panting heavily. They hugged each other tightly. Seeing this unprecedentedly exciting scene, I finally couldn't resist the surge of heat in my lower abdomen. Regardless of whether my wife had reached orgasm, I also sent my countless sons into her vagina.
As I ejaculated the last drop of semen into his wife's vagina, "Shell" had already withdrawn his limp penis from my wife's body. My wife quickly tore off some toilet paper and handed it to him. Then, she grabbed a handful of toilet paper for herself and, with a move I knew all too well, stuffed it into her vaginal opening. Immediately, semi-transparent semen oozed from her hairy vulva as she squatted on the bed, landing entirely on the paper. The two women finished their first round of intercourse in almost identical movements and methods. When I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and panting heavily, my wife had already finished washing her genitals and prepared water for "Shell" to wash as well. When I finally finished washing and returned to the room, all three of them were already in their positions, watching TV as if nothing had happened. My wife lay on the outermost side, and "Shell" naturally lay in the middle, leaving the innermost and outermost positions for me.
Because it was only late spring, it was still a bit chilly to be naked. Although the two women, both sensitive to the cold, had put on pajamas, their lower bodies were completely naked. "Shell," however, lay naked and quite casually, one arm around each of the two women, casually draped over their open garments. His other hand was grasping a breast of a completely different type. My wife's breasts weren't large to begin with, and his hand almost completely covered them. When I entered, he consciously withdrew his hand, giving me his wife's breast. As I lay naked on the bed, the television was still playing pornographic scenes of men and women having sex.
Having just made love, I felt much more energetic than usual, without any fatigue. I continued to talk to "Shell" about the experience. He said he particularly enjoyed the feeling of my wife's vaginal contractions during orgasm, a feeling he rarely experienced, almost never, with his wife. What struck me most was the intense pressure and tightness in his wife's vagina, an advantage she had never had children. As we talked, I gradually noticed my wife's face flushed, and one of her soft, delicate hands involuntarily reached down to "Shell's" crotch, gently stroking his penis. A hint of infatuation appeared in her eyes. It turned out that "Shell" was pinching her most sensitive nipple with two fingers. Usually, when watching porn, if I just casually rubbed her nipple, her whole body would tremble. Clearly, she was once again aroused by "Shell's" teasing.
A moment later, "Shell's" glans, which had shrunk and retracted under his foreskin, emerged again from my wife's hand. He loudly praised my wife's technique for touching his penis, saying it felt incredibly good to him. Before he finished speaking, I saw him slip his hand under the towel covering my wife's lower body. Although I couldn't see anything through the towel, I could tell from his movements that he was using his fingers to stimulate my wife's genitals. To confirm my judgment, I lifted the towel, and sure enough, his middle finger was rapidly vibrating on my wife's clitoris. Seeing me lift the blanket, my wife, who had been spreading her legs, shyly closed them, trapping his entire hand between her legs. Seeing how enthusiastic they were, I naturally wouldn't lag behind. I held his wife's buttocks with one hand, sucking hard on her full, firm left breast, while vigorously kneading her right breast with the other.
His wife, however, was completely submissive, like a lamb to the slaughter, showing no reaction whatsoever. Perhaps seeing his penis throbbing again in his wife's hand, and then looking at my own limp penis, "Shell" pushed his wife away, saying something in Zhejiang dialect I couldn't understand. Only then did his wife slowly reach between my legs and grab my penis. The way it touched it made me realize how terrible his wife's penis-touching skills were—completely on a different level than my wife's. No wonder "Shell" was completely impressed by my wife's penis-touching technique. His wife wasn't caressing my penis; she was torturing it. Her hand gripped my penis completely, not stroking it up and down, but rubbing it with her thumb inside my glans. Luckily, her hands were delicate, otherwise I was worried she'd rubbed my glans raw. In retaliation, I used my fingers to forcefully probe inside her vagina, faintly feeling the lingering, slippery semen.
Meanwhile, "Shell" pressed my wife's body beneath him. I saw that she had involuntarily used her skillful hands to guide his penis into her vagina. Her eyes were closed, no longer looking in my direction, but she actively twisted her waist and swayed her hips, grinding her vagina against "Shell's" penis.
I released his wife and stopped what I was doing… I turned my body and looked down at their intertwined genitals. The scene I had longed for had finally unfolded before my eyes. The stimulation was indescribable. “Shell”’s not-so-thick penis, like a carpenter’s tenon, was already firmly embedded in my wife’s vagina. My wife’s two plump and tender labia minora were now red and formed a ring, just as the lewd people said, tightly wrapping around the wetness. They began to thrust, and I watched from the side, admiring the beautiful and moving scene of their genitals meeting. I saw a penis about the same length as mine but thinner than mine moving in and out between my wife’s bright red labia minora, splashing the flowing fluids everywhere. Rarely, the tender skin at the entrance of her vagina was exceptionally long, being stretched and turned back and forth with each thrust of the penis, as clearly as a close-up shot in a pornographic film; her entire vulva was flushed red from engorgement, her labia minora hardly gripping the bulging veins of the penis, making the friction sensation even more acute and intense. The penis, thrusting in and out relentlessly, contracting and relaxing, caused the tender flesh at the edge of her vagina to undulate and turn in and out, his scrotum slapping heavily against my wife's perineum with each insertion, making a ',' sound.
Perhaps stimulated by the scene before me, my penis was already as hard as iron. This time, I changed my position, laying her on her side on the bed, one leg dangling limply off the bed, the other on the bed—this was all because "Shell" had told me his wife preferred men standing on the floor to fuck her. This time, I easily inserted my penis into her vagina, beginning to thrust rapidly in and out of her ecstatic cave. Because "Shell" had told me online that his wife was somewhat frigid and rarely or never had orgasms, based on my experience, some women need vigorous thrusting to reach orgasm. So, I used a speed two to three times faster than usual, pounding into her vagina, pumping in and out over two hundred times in one go. Soon, I felt my waist couldn't take it anymore, so to rest, I simply climbed onto the bed, pressed my entire body against hers, licked her earlobes with my tongue, continued thrusting, and gently rubbed and caressed each of her breasts, lost in pleasure.
Meanwhile, "Shell" had also made my wife dazed and limp, lying on the bed with her arms and legs spread wide, letting him pound and thrust into her as he pleased. "Shell," aroused, simply knelt between her legs, supporting himself on his hands by her armpits and her legs behind her, allowing his penis to penetrate deeper and thrust more intensely. My wife seemed to understand me perfectly; she lifted her legs higher, raising her lower body to meet his thrusts. Sure enough, with each thrust, she moved her buttocks up and down in sync with his movements, her labia pulling and rubbing her clitoris until it swelled, hardened, and glistened, almost touching his busy penis. Their cooperation was seamless.
The bedroom was filled with a cacophony of sounds—the slapping of their organs colliding, the squelching of their juices—a vibrant, sensual experience. Their position made it even clearer to me of their intertwined organs. With my wife's legs raised, her buttocks were naturally a few inches off the ground, her vulva wide open, allowing his penis to align perfectly, each thrust making it as hard as iron.
When I pulled out, the veins were covered in my wife's white, lustful fluid; when I inserted it, the head of my penis slammed all the way in. I spread my wife's knees apart a little so that her vagina would open wide like a mouth. While I was having sex with my wife, I watched the beautiful sight of "Shell's" penis thrusting in and out of my wife's vagina. Her thick pubic hair couldn't hide her erect clitoris, which had swelled up to the thickness of a pencil tip, revealing its pink tip in the dark pubic hair, just like a small glans. It was being pulled up and down by her constantly moving labia minora. I was so tempted that I couldn't help but reach out and pinch it, gently rubbing it back and forth. Ah Hong was so aroused that her eyes were glazed over, her lips were half-open, and she was so comfortable that she thrust her chest up and down.
At this moment, even without my fingers, her labia minora automatically parted to the sides, clearly revealing her pink vaginal opening overflowing with vaginal fluid. Seeing this, I couldn't help but reach out and stroke her clitoris. "Shell" didn't slow his thrusting at all; his penis powerfully pumped in and out of my wife's swollen vagina. The vaginal fluid was rubbed into countless tiny bubbles, a white, misty substance surrounding the vaginal opening. The thin skin of her perineum undulated with his thrusts, like a blower, the tender skin of the vaginal opening being pulled in and out by his penis—a truly spectacular sight. Soon, my wife reached another orgasm under his onslaught. The muscles of her perineum contracted violently, rhythmically gripping "Shell's" penis. I had never had the chance to see my wife's vaginal contractions during orgasm before; today, I finally got to experience it.
Excited, I thrust into his wife's body with all my might, each stroke going deep. But human strength has its limits, and I soon became breathless. To avoid affecting his wife's orgasm, I quickly had "Shell" take over. Without a word, he pulled his still-erect penis out of my wife's vagina and, with a "plop," shoved it into her wet hole, hoisting her legs onto his shoulders and repeating my actions.
The moment "Shell" left my wife's body, she remained in the same position as when she was having sex with "Shell." Because of her recent orgasm, her vagina was wide open, still retaining the shape of "Shell's" penis. You could clearly see the purplish-red, wrinkled flesh inside, engorged with blood. To prevent my penis from being neglected and going soft, I quickly put it back into my wife's vagina and gently rubbed it. Over there, "Shell" and his wife were locked in a fierce battle, their movements intense. Soon, he too gave in, and I took over, but still couldn't bring his wife to orgasm. "Shell" suggested I fuck his wife from behind, saying she loved this position. So, his wife cooperated, kneeling on all fours on the bed. I held her slender waist with both hands, pushing and pulling while thrusting my hips repeatedly, enjoying the waves of pleasure from her vagina rubbing against my glans. She didn't cry out, her body like a corpse, only her body moving back and forth with my forceful thrusts, her breasts swaying back and forth.
At my suggestion, my wife and "Shell" changed positions. He was now on top of my wife, enjoying the caresses of her vagina. This way, I could see my penis entering and exiting her vagina from behind, while he could free his hands to caress her trembling breasts, occasionally stimulating her clitoris. My free hand, of course, roamed over my wife's breasts. Perhaps influenced by us; or perhaps because my wife's riding skills were superb, "Shell" soon yelled for my wife to stop. Even without him saying it, I knew he was embarrassed to ejaculate before me. He pulled out his penis and rested beside me for a while. Exhausted, I handed his wife back to him, while I rested on top of her, just like before. When he returned her to me, he was drenched in sweat. His wife, like a dead cunt, still showed no reaction. Not wanting to disappoint, I held her and started fucking her again.
And so, we took turns attacking for his wife's orgasm. Finally, unable to continue, he returned to my wife's side, sucking her nipple in the most primal position. I couldn't see their expressions, only "Shell's" buttocks moving up and down between my wife's legs. Gradually, his movements became faster and faster, each thrust more forceful than the last. Finally, with a violent spasm, he collapsed on top of my wife like a dead pig, motionless.
I lost count of how many times I thrust in and out of his wife's vagina, and I lost track of how much time passed. I kept repeating the same action until I used up all my strength, but she didn't have the slightest orgasm. The pleasure from my penis thrusting filled my entire body, and I was about to burst. A tingling heat shot through my lower abdomen, and a pleasurable tingling sensation came from the head of my penis. I felt my pores expand, and my blood rushed to my brain. My iron-like penis was hard against her vagina, throbbing like a pulse. I couldn't control myself and felt my white semen shoot out from the tip of my penis, filling her narrow vagina to overflowing. In my convulsing orgasm, it was squeezed out from the gap in his wife's vagina, and finally I collapsed weakly into her arms.
"Shell" also stood up from my wife. As soon as his penis left her vagina, the semen that had been accumulating inside her liquefied into a thin, pale white liquid, gushing out of her vagina. She quickly grabbed two sheets of toilet paper from the bedside table and covered the opening, which was immediately soaked. She threw them on the floor, grabbed two more sheets to cover herself, and walked out. Before my wife even came out of the bathroom, "Shell's" wife and I had already cleaned up. Seeing her unhappy face, I knew she was frustrated because she hadn't been sexually satisfied. The hope of a fun-filled night was dashed because of her frustration. When "Shell" suggested that we each sleep with our own wives, I agreed.
They went back to my son's room, and my wife and I lay down again. My mind was too excited to sleep; recalling the thrilling and stimulating scene from earlier, my penis started to stir again. Thankfully, my wife, who never usually performs well, was in good shape. When I once again inserted my erect penis into her vagina, which still smelled of semen, she quickly reached another orgasm. I, on the other hand, was being ridden by her, and her skillful manipulation brought me to orgasm as well. The next morning, it was just past five, but I, who usually never wakes, was awake. Perhaps my wife was also awakened by the excitement. We agreed that when we played together later, I would take some pictures as a memento. But when I gently pushed open their door, they were still fast asleep. To let them sleep a little longer, I quietly retreated. I waited until after six o'clock before I heard any noise outside. When I came out to greet them, they were already dressed and told us they were leaving soon. Seeing his wife's unhappy face, I knew the problem lay with her. I had really wanted to persuade them to stay, but I had to keep quiet.
Although I felt a little annoyed, I still accompanied them to the street for breakfast and then saw them off. Back home, my exhausted body was still controlled by my excited mind. My wife and I embraced naked once again, both reaching an unprecedented fourth orgasm. After a short rest, we both rushed off to work, weary from the experience. Around 11:00 AM, "Beike" called again, asking me to come to Tunxi alone so we could both have sex with his wife. Little did he know, my body, already completely drained, was utterly exhausted and had no desire for sex whatsoever. I made a rather clumsy excuse to politely decline. And so, our first wife-swapping experience ended. Occasionally, we'd bump into each other on QQ, exchanging only a few simple greetings, and then he disappeared from the internet.
This was my first successful wife-swapping experience. Although it was only a brief encounter, I was still grateful for their sincerity. Shortly after losing contact with them, I reflected on the experience: the thrill? the excitement? the reality? I felt a mix of emotions, but regardless, these experiences truly happened—the bittersweetness of life. I wrote this down to record an unforgettable past, perhaps to forget, perhaps to reflect, perhaps to preserve a beautiful memory, or perhaps more importantly, to prove that I was once at the forefront, bravely walking at the forefront of society. ...Are there couples who enjoy seeking unusual thrills? What would it feel like to know that someone is listening to your wife's voice? Someone sees you doing what you love to do? Let me tell you, it's just two words: thrilling. It fulfills your desires for swapping or a threesome that you're too afraid to do. (
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