Experienced couple swapping

Prelude: I stumbled upon this forum by chance, and it's been almost two months now.
Each time I come here, I quietly read the articles written by other users, mainly those about couples swapping
.
Some of it seems true, while others are fabricated or plagiarized, lacking authenticity.
Whenever I see some compelling descriptions, I feel a strange urge, and gradually, I've developed the urge
to write about some of my own experiences. I hope to exchange ideas with friends who have had similar experiences, and also
to encourage those who have the idea but haven't yet acted on it.
We've been married for 10 years, and our son is 8 years old—a happy family of three.
As the years have passed, our married life has gone from the initial passion and excitement of having a child to a gradual
decline into a mundane routine.
Ten years—it sounds so long, yet it feels so short.
We've gone from vibrant youth to approaching middle age in the blink of an eye. Time washes
everything away, leaving only the marks of time.
We're no longer young, no longer passionate; all that's left is a formulaic life: home—work—
home.
The content is unchanging: elderly parents, children, the mundane necessities of life.
The intimacy we once hoped for has lost its former excitement, like the three daily meals
—bland and tasteless, yet unavoidable. Perhaps this is what they call visual fatigue! In bed, we're
like two familiar strangers, mechanically moving without any desire, like a son completing
homework—a little reluctant, yet unable to avoid it.
Perhaps this is life! Undeniably, in these mundane days, we've both inevitably
started some subtle actions.
Actually, we can both sense it.
Although we hide it well, after ten years of marriage, we can both perceive subtle, imperceptible changes
. But for the sake of the family, neither of us has broken the silence.
We each know in our hearts what stage it's reached; no one mentions it, and no one tries to stop us.
However, one thing remains the same: neither of us would do anything to harm our family.
We've been married for 10 years, and our son is 8 years old—a happy family of three.
As the years have passed, our married life has gradually shifted from the initial passion and excitement of having a child to
a more mundane routine.
Ten years—it sounds so long, yet it feels so short.
We've gone from vibrant youth to approaching middle age in the blink of an eye. Time washes
everything away, leaving only the marks of time.
We're no longer young, no longer passionate; all that's left is a formulaic life: home—work—
home.
The content is unchanging: elderly parents, children, and the mundane necessities
of life. The intimacy we once hoped for has lost its former excitement, like the three meals a day we have to eat every day
—bland, yet we have to. Perhaps this is what they call visual fatigue! In bed, we
were like two familiar strangers, mechanically moving without any desire, like a son completing
homework assigned by his teacher—a little unwilling, yet unable to avoid it.
Perhaps this is life! Undeniably, in these mundane days, we both inevitably
started some subtle actions.
Actually, we could both sense it.
Although we both hid it well, after all, we've been married for 10 years, and we could both perceive subtle, imperceptible changes.
But for the sake of the family, neither of us dared to break the unspoken agreement.
We each knew exactly how far things had progressed; no one mentioned it, and no one tried to stop us.
However, one thing was the same: neither of us would do anything to harm our family.
One sunny early summer Sunday afternoon, we sat at home drinking tea, chatting casually.
I don't know who brought it up first, but we talked about our current life.
Unexpectedly, we were both so frank, so serious, as if we had planned it beforehand.
Time ticked by, and we talked for a full four hours.
Reflecting on our ten years together, we finally reached the same conclusion: we needed to improve our
marriage, to rekindle some of the passion we once had, even just a little bit! We decided
to take Monday off work, drop the kids off at school, and then drive to a hot spring
resort in the suburbs to relax, unwind, and enjoy some time alone together.
Monday, everything went according to plan. Around noon, we arrived at the hot spring
resort in the suburbs, had a quick lunch, and checked into our room.
The room was a semi-detached villa, a single-story house with a bedroom and living room. The backyard had a
large, semi-open-air hot spring pool, big enough for four people to soak in, surrounded by high walls.
Perhaps because it was Monday, there were very few people.
Everything around us felt so peaceful and cozy.
We stripped naked and soaked in the hot spring, closing our eyes and enjoying the
comfortable feeling of the warm water caressing our bodies.
I opened my eyes and looked at my naked wife soaking in the pool. It had been a long time since I had looked at her so closely.
Her body had gained some weight; due to childbirth, there was a little extra fat on her lower abdomen. Time waits for no one
! However, what comforted me was that my wife's skin was still as fair as before, and although her breasts and buttocks had sagged a bit
, they were still quite full. My wife is 1.65 meters tall and weighs 120 kilograms, a typical
figure for a married woman.
I closed my eyes again, wanting to savor the sight of my naked wife before me.
My wife was lying in the pool with her eyes closed, seemingly sensing that I was looking at her, and slowly opened her eyes.
Seeing me staring at her in a daze, she smiled slightly, a hint of mischief in her eyes, and said, "What are you thinking about
?"
I opened my eyes wide and looked directly at her, whispering, "Making love!" "
I knew you were thinking about doing something naughty!"
my wife said softly, feigning annoyance.
I chuckled twice, feeling a reaction in my lower body.
After a moment of silence, maybe a few seconds, my wife climbed up to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, her eyes
shining, and said in a voice only we could hear, "Hey! Honey! Let's do it in the water! We've
never done it in the water before, it'll be so exciting!"
I didn't say anything, just smiled at her, seeing her face flush slightly.
I lowered my head, cupped her breasts in my hands, and unconsciously my lips began to suckle on one of her large nipples
.
After soaking in the hot spring water, I felt my wife's breasts were swollen, and her skin was much redder—no
! It should be much pinker.
I greedily suckled at her nipples, which had swelled from breastfeeding, watching her areolas slowly turn red. While
suckling, I kneaded her other breast with my hand.
After a while, my wife became aroused, letting out soft moans, "Oh! Oh! Oh…!"
I kissed and suckled at that familiar body.
My wife was moved; without realizing it, she straddled me with her legs in the water, her hands around my head,
her lips whispering in my ear, "Husband! I want it!"
Then, without warning, she reached into the water with one hand, grabbed my long-awaited penis,
lifted her body slightly, and then sat down forcefully, inserting my penis completely into her body. At the same time, I heard my wife let out
a low gasp: "Oh! My God!"
Perhaps because of the unfamiliar environment, or fear of being heard, my wife controlled her voice.
At this moment, I could feel my wife was completely aroused. She had closed her eyes and was
moving up and down with perfect understanding and skill. Her two full breasts bounced up and down in front of me and near my mouth with her movements.
I truly felt that long-lost excitement filling my entire body. The warm spring water surrounded us, our
lower bodies submerged. I braced myself on the steps by the pool, keeping my upper body above the water, my legs on the
bottom, eagerly awaiting each powerful thrust from my wife.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!..." My wife, enjoying this rare pleasure, continuously emitted familiar,
exciting moans.
However, she still tried to control her volume; after all, we weren't in our own home where we could be so
carefree.
I was already a little tipsy, to the point of forgetting myself.
To hell with it, nobody knows us anyway, who can stop a husband and wife from making love? I thought to myself
! Then I whispered to my wife, "Baby, louder, louder!"
Encouraged, or perhaps because long-suppressed pleasure was finally erupting, my wife
let out a sound from the depths of her throat—no, from the very core of her being. "
Oh! Oh! Oh!..." she began to moan loudly, a volume
we'd never heard in our ten years of marriage. She had completely lost herself.
Her moans grew faster and faster, her movements becoming increasingly forceful.
I knew my wife's climax was approaching.
I, too, felt my pent-up energy about to burst forth in this beautiful moment.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!..." The crisp sounds of their bodies meeting, mingled with their unrestrained
cries, wove together a beautiful melody that wafted into my ears, pounding against my eardrums and stimulating
my nerves. As if driven by a powerful force, I thrust forcefully into
my wife's body, matching the rhythm of her movements. A warm pool of fluid seemed to frolic under our influence, small waves rippling around our bodies. 　　At the same time, I opened my mouth and took one of her erect nipples , which swayed before my eyes, into my mouth, sucking wildly. 　　I alternately sucked on each nipple. 　　Just as she was about to reach her climax, I gently bit her nipple with my teeth. 　　"Ah! Husband, I can't take it anymore!" 　　my wife cried out, and I felt a primal force about to erupt from deep within me. 　　I increased the pace and intensity of my thrusts. 　　Soon, accompanied by our ecstatic shouts, a thrilling current surged through our bodies, and we experienced once again the shared pleasure of reaching orgasm together, a feeling we hadn't felt in a long time. 　　My wife held my head, pressed against my body, and breathed heavily. 　　However, our bodies didn't separate; my penis remained inside her for about half a minute . I saw a thick, white liquid flow from where our bodies were joined, slowly dissipating and gradually dissolving into the warm pool water. 　　A moment later, my wife gestured for me to sit on the edge of the pool. I slowly pulled my penis out of her, and she 　　let out a soft "Oh!" 　　I sat up on the edge, my engorged penis surfacing. 　　Strangely, although my penis had just undergone a vigorous encounter and was somewhat limp, it did n't shrink or recede as usual. Instead, it maintained its original length, as if panting and waiting for its owner's call. 　　My wife noticed this subtle change and seemed very excited. 　　Suddenly, she knelt down in the water facing me, grabbed my penis with both hands, and began to give me oral sex. 　　To be honest, after so many years of marriage, my wife's oral sex skills had become quite good.

However, at this moment, in this place, in this scene, I felt an inexplicable excitement I had never felt before.
My wife kept changing her oral sex techniques, and I noticed that her body, submerged in the water,
trembled slightly.
About ten minutes later, my penis was erect again in front of my wife.
Suddenly, my wife sprang up from the pool and ran quickly into the room. Before I could fully process what was happening
, she had already come out with a large bath towel from the shower stall.
Years of tacit understanding made me immediately understand her intention. We smiled at each other, watching her spread the towel
on the edge of the pool. I stepped out of the pool and stood on the edge.
We didn't speak, proceeding silently.
Perhaps, any words at this moment would be superfluous.
My wife spread the towel, turned her back to me, knelt on the towel, put her hands on the ground, and shamelessly raised
her buttocks high, displaying her lush pubic hair before my eyes, like prey waiting for the hunter's frenzied plunder! It
was as if she were seductively teasing me.
I knelt on one knee behind her, one hand supporting her plump buttocks, pressing down slightly. She immediately adjusted
her position, arching her back, and now she was in the perfect spot.
My other hand grasped my now-erect penis, aiming it at her slightly parted, moist
entrance, and gently thrust my hips forward. "Sizzle!"
My entire penis entered my wife's body, and I heard her let out a low moan: "Mmm!"
What followed was another exhilarating battle of marital bliss. Amidst my wife's post-orgasmic ramblings
, I also ejaculated.
So pleasurable! It felt like a memory from long ago, yet now it felt fresh and real.
My wife collapsed weakly onto the towel, seemingly still savoring the excitement.
I, too, was utterly exhausted, my penis helplessly drooping, shrinking like a deflated balloon
.
After a short rest, we soaked in the hot spring together for a while before getting up and returning to our room. We took showers and lay down on
the bed, embracing each other.
I felt really tired and sleepy.
However, once I lay down, I couldn't fall asleep immediately. We stayed in each other's arms, in a half-awake, half-asleep
state, reminiscing about the exciting moments that had just happened in a dreamlike voice, hoping to slowly
drift off to sleep.
Suddenly, as if possessed, I blurted out, "This environment is so nice
, it would have been perfect if there had been another couple playing with us!"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I immediately realized my mistake, and with a jolt, all sleepiness vanished.
However, words spoken are like water spilled; they cannot be taken back.
I thought I was about to receive a merciless scolding from my wife.
I stood there, speechless, feeling as if time and air had frozen.
However, my wife didn't move or say anything.
After what seemed like an eternity, my wife turned around, breaking the silence. In a gentle and peaceful
tone, she asked, "You really want to?"
My eyes widened, and I nodded.
Unexpectedly, she smiled.
"You want to play a wife-swapping game?"
she asked, her voice slightly coquettish. I replied, "I had that thought, just now! But
how did you know about 'wife-swapping'?"
My wife laughed, a particularly smug laugh. "You're always on Couple123, do you think I don't know?"
Another smile, tinged with a slight chuckle.
She slowly said, "I don't object!"
This time, I was speechless. I sat up abruptly and said solemnly, "Really?"
My wife looked at me and nodded firmly.
Haha, it was truly a case of "searching high and low without finding it, then finding it effortlessly!" A surge of secret joy welled up within me! What others
struggled to obtain, I acquired so easily.
At that moment, I even doubted everything I heard! We were wide awake and began a heated
discussion. We talked a lot, sharing our perspectives on the matter, and finally reached a consensus
, of course, setting a few rules.
Without affecting our families, we could find couples with similar views to enjoy sexual pleasure together
; the other person must be a married couple with legitimate jobs, or a long-term relationship; they must be healthy;
if the other person's health was confirmed, we could go without condoms; and we didn't object to four people playing together.
As we talked, an inexplicable excitement washed over us, and without realizing it, my penis became erect again
…
What followed, of course, was another round of passion.
As the sun set, we got up and headed home, merging into the traffic and crowds with anticipation.
We both looked forward to a new chapter in our lives.
Walking home, we remained silent.
However, I knew we were both feeling a surge of emotions, our thoughts racing, unsure of
what lay ahead.
After a day of indulgence at the hot springs, we returned to the familiar yet monotonous reality, playing
our respective roles.
We picked the kids up from school, went home, ate dinner as usual, watched our son study, put him to
bed, and then returned to our warm, comfortable bed.
Leaning against the headboard, I read the newspaper, and my wife read a book.
Usually, we'd chat casually about trivial matters and what we'd seen or heard, but today we were both silent.
I flipped through the day's newspaper, but couldn't absorb a single word. I didn't know why
; my mind was a jumbled mess, completely confused.
Finally, I broke the silence, turning to my wife and asking, "Do you think this is okay?"
My wife seemed to immediately understand what I meant.
Perhaps she, like me, is in a state of confusion, and reading is merely a pretext.
My wife put down her book, looked at me, blinked, and after a moment's thought, replied, "I
don't know!" "
Then do you want to?"
I continued. "Hmm... how should I put it? I kind of want to, but I'm also afraid!" "
Afraid of what?"
I asked her, though I was also a little worried myself. My wife thought for a moment, and then I saw
a faint blush rise on her face, which was no longer as tender as a young girl's. She softly replied, "I can't explain it either
!"
Yes! "Afraid"—such simple and clear words, yet at this moment, those two words contained
such richness, so indescribable, so inexplicable, like a lead weight pressing down on my heart,
feeling heavy.
Could ten years of shared trials and tribulations be so easily crushed by the chariot of desire? I don't know!
I don't know! I really don't know! However, one thing I'm clear about is that there's a
door in our hearts that we both want to open, to see what kind of world lies behind it, hoping that
a ray of bright sunshine will drift in and dispel the gloom that hangs over our lives.
After a long silence, I broke it again, "What do you think we should do next?"
"What do you think?"
My wife answered without hesitation this time.
"How about we give it a try?"
After another silence, she said, "Let's look for it first, what do you say?" "
Okay!"
I replied excitedly after receiving my wife's approval.
I casually tossed the newspaper onto the floor beside the bed, sat up, and asked, "How should we look? Should you look or
should I?"
My wife smiled slightly, the first smile she'd shown all night, and said with a shy, coquettish tone, "That
's a man's job, why are you asking me? I'm embarrassed to do it!"
With that, she put down her book, turned over, and went to sleep.
Hey! It was supposed to be a matter for two people, so how did it become just my problem? I thought to myself, but
a faint smile still appeared on my face.
I got up, turned off the light, and in the darkness, looking at my sleeping wife, I smiled again.
Although it was a smile, a complex mix of emotions welled up inside me.
Whatever, let's sleep first. After all, today had brought an unexpected reward.
I was tired, really tired! Several moments of youthful indulgence had left us exhausted.
With our hopes for a new chapter tomorrow, we drifted off to sleep, and that night we both
slept soundly and deeply.
The next day, as usual, I rushed to work.
But this time, I felt a sense of freshness and comfort.
I walked briskly into the office and immediately turned on the computer.
Normally, I would have made a strong cup of tea, opened the newspaper, and dawdled for ages.
I went to the couples123 website, checked members, and performed a series of practiced operations.
Soon, I found a bunch of relevant information; I didn't expect it to be so easy.
During my spare time at work, I sifted through the numerous pieces of information.
Without much effort, I found a QQ group for couples in our city to make friends.
I was surprised that so many people had this hobby! But which ones were real? Which ones were fake
? It seemed I still had a lot of work to do! Never mind, since I'd already embarked on this path, I'd just keep going
! Whether it was good or bad, I'd give it a try.
I immediately sent a message to the group admin, explaining that we were a sincere couple and wanted to try making
friends with other couples.
After a long wait, luckily, the admin replied.
We chatted, and after confirming my sincerity, the other person asked me to send them a
photo of us as a couple. I immediately sent him a photo of us that I had saved on my computer.
Simply put, he accepted my request and gave me a few pointers.
I was so excited, it was indescribable, but at the same time, I felt incredibly nervous, after all, it was my
first time.
My heart was in my throat, my breathing was rapid, my face was flushed, and even my hand holding the teacup
was trembling slightly.
However, a tremendous force propelling me and my own desires made me forget everything else.
There were quite a few people in the group, but not many were online.
I eagerly checked each friend's profile; haha, they wrote all sorts of things, it was really interesting.
I calmed myself down a bit and quickly sent friend requests to everyone, online or offline
.
I waited expectantly for their replies! Soon, I received responses, and I
chatted enthusiastically with them.
As for the content, I think everyone had already experienced it—it was nothing more than age, height, appearance
, and of course, our thoughts on exchanging partners.
However, after chatting for a while, I realized that there didn't seem to be many sincere people who met our requirements.
Actually, up to this point, I really don't know what kind of people meet our requirements. I'm just
talking to them based on a gut feeling, feeling extremely nervous but pretending to be very casual
.
Time passed by, but without any results, leaving my enthusiastic and eager heart feeling
disappointed.
At this moment, several young men in their early twenties kept sending me messages, asking me to send them photos
. What was this all about? I was a little indignant! At such a young age, are they even fully grown? Coming here to
hang out, how could they possibly be couples? Later I found out that these kids came here to find couples for threesomes, but
we didn't want to.
I ignored them, sipping my tea and working, while also waiting quietly.
About an hour later, I heard a
series of knocking sounds from my computer, like knocking on a door. I knew someone had come online.
I didn't look up and continued working.
Suddenly, a crisp, pleasant beeping sound came from my computer. Someone had messaged me. I glanced at the screen
instinctively . My friend who had just logged on (I'll call him A) had messaged me via private chat in the group . I immediately put down my work, clicked the mouse, and a short message appeared: "Are you new here?" 　　I immediately checked his profile. He was two years younger than me—perfect! My intuition told me this person was suitable. 　　I immediately replied: "Yes! I just joined today." We then started chatting. 　　At first, we repeated what we'd mentioned earlier. As the conversation flowed, the atmosphere became more lively. We learned about each other's situations and thoughts, felt much more familiar, and our conversation became more relaxed, even direct . I realized they were quite experienced. 　　"Do you have a video?" 　　he suddenly asked. I said, "No, I'm at work, no video." "Do you have any photos? " 　　Photos again? I immediately countered, "Do you have any?" " 　　We have a video. If you send us photos, I can show you our video." 　　Ah?! 　Okay! Okay! My brain immediately buzzed with excitement, and my heart pounded with nervousness. 　　Was this real? Could it be that many of yesterday's fantasies were about to become reality? My mind raced , but my hands didn't stop. I found what I considered to be the best photo of the two of us on my computer and sent it to him . 　　Soon, he opened the video. I saw a man about my age, who looked very capable. " See this?" " 　　He asked. "I saw it, I saw it!" I quickly replied, feeling incredibly excited, even a little speechless . 　　"Want to see my wife?" 　　he asked. "Yes!" 　　I answered without hesitation. 　　Heh, who wouldn't? We'd been chatting for ages, wasn't this what we were waiting for? 　　A moment later, Mr. A's wife sat down in front of the screen, a voluptuous woman, I felt she was a bit more voluptuous than my own wife. 　　I excitedly opened my eyes wide, afraid of missing a single detail. I greedily, now that I think about it, I really was greedily looking at her. 　　Damn it, why is this video window so small? Who invented it? Couldn't they invent a bigger window? I cursed inwardly. 　　The woman in the video appeared mature and composed. "How do you feel?" 　　the other party spoke. Heh heh! This was the first time in my life I had scrutinized someone with a clear, ulterior motive . 　　To be honest, I do prefer voluptuous women, and the one in the video certainly met my aesthetic standards. 　　I said, "Okay, that's pretty good!" 　　Then, I chatted with A's wife. I'll keep the content of our conversation a secret; it's really inconvenient to describe here. 　　About fifteen minutes later, A returned to the screen, interrupting our conversation. "You've seen it," A said. "Yes, yes," I quickly replied. A continued, "We've seen your photos too, and they look good. Go home and discuss it with your wife. After all, you're newlyweds. You two should discuss it yourselves first, and then contact each other again tomorrow!" " 　　Okay, okay!" 　　I hurriedly replied, still feeling somewhat dazed from the excitement. Our first chat ended just like that. After work, I drove quickly through the rush hour traffic, all my past complaints 　　about traffic jams gone ; I just wanted to get home as fast as possible. 　　When I got home, my wife had already picked up the kids. Seeing my slightly sweaty face, she was a little surprised . 　　"Why are you sweating? That's not like me!" My wife seemed to understand something, giving me a look , and I immediately understood. 　　She didn't ask anything, and we finished everything as usual. 　　Once in bed, I described the day's events to her in detail. My wife listened attentively, a familiar blush occasionally rising on her face. 　　When I mentioned some of my naughty thoughts, my wife blushed, lowered her head, and avoided looking at me. 　　She was shy—such a familiar expression! Ten years ago, I knew it so well, yet ten years had made it so unfamiliar. I felt as if I had rediscovered something I had once lost. 　　I became a little excited. I stared at my wife, but she kept her head down, not looking at me. I could feel her face burning. 　　After a moment of silence, I suddenly erupted, roughly but expertly ripping off my wife's pajamas. She looked at me with surprise, "What are you doing?" 　　Before she could finish her sentence, I had stripped her naked. 　　What am I doing? Did I even need to ask? What could a husband and wife do in bed? I forcefully turned her over, her back to me, face down on the bed. 　　Despite my rough movements, she quickly adjusted her position; husband and wife are husband and wife after all, able to achieve perfect harmony in a split second. 　　I raised my already erect penis, aimed it at her secret opening, and *whoosh!* My penis slid in completely. "Ah!!! " 　　my wife screamed, her head slumped, and she collapsed onto the pillow. I wonder if our son next door heard her .

Holy crap! My wife's vagina was so lubricated without any foreplay; I hadn't expected it.

Could it be that she was already aroused? I didn't dwell on it and continued my actions.

I reached for her breasts, grasping them—breasts I'd held countless times before—and kneaded them vigorously.

I lay on her back, thrusting into her as if releasing my pent-up desire. "Ah! Ah! Ah!..." From the
moment I entered her, my wife hadn't stopped moaning.

A fierce, intense encounter culminated in our simultaneous cries of climax,
a climax we hadn't experienced in a long time.

After a short rest, my wife weakly scolded, "What's wrong with you today?"

What's wrong? Did I even need to ask? Wasn't that a rhetorical question? I chuckled. Seeing my somewhat malicious
grin, my wife lightly punched me with her fist, then turned and went to the bathroom.

I got out of bed, tiptoed to my son's room, gently pushed open the door, and saw his sleeping
face. I smiled slightly, closed the door, and went back to my own bed.

Another deep, peaceful sleep ensued! Waking up in the morning, I began a busy day. Seeing my wife's
more radiant face, the gloom that had settled in my heart lessened considerably in recent years.

From then on, I added another task to my schedule—online chatting.

Arriving at the office, my first task was no longer making tea, but turning on the computer and going online.

As planned, I met A again on QQ. Today, we greeted each other like old friends. He
asked how our discussion from last night went, and I said it was okay. He was very happy, and we agreed to
have a phone call together that evening.

Ah! My mood was truly pleasant, and work felt much easier.

In the afternoon, I held my teacup, leaned against the office window, and gazed at the endless stream of cars and bustling
crowds below, lost in thought.

You know, people are just so strange. Humans have desires, but when do these desires ever end
? We're always impeccably dressed, seemingly respectable, yet deep down, our hearts are filled with such bizarre and unspeakable secrets
. What awaits us? Passion? Excitement? Or satisfaction? But
what comes after satisfaction? What will follow? Will there be danger? Will we contract diseases? Will our families break apart...? I dare not think about it
, I dare not think any further.

The masses beneath my feet, what are you thinking? How do you live? Do you
, like me, harbor some kind of unspeakable secret? As soon as I finished work, I rushed home again
, my mind preoccupied.

I also wanted to quickly tell A the results of my conversation, hoping she would accept the promise I made.

I ate a hasty dinner, and while washing the dishes in the kitchen, I quickly and briefly
told my wife about my conversation with Mr. A at work that day, and that Mr. A and his wife wanted to speak with us on the phone.

My wife listened to my story while washing the dishes, and finally chuckled softly to herself.

I understood then; I didn't need to wait for her answer, I already had the result.

After finishing the housework and settling the children in their studies, I took my wife's hand and said, "Come on, let's go for a walk
!"

My wife didn't say anything, picked up my phone from the coffee table, and took my arm as we went out.

Early summer, a gentle breeze carrying the faint fragrance of various plants caressed our faces, so
warm and comfortable.

It had been a long, long time since we had walked hand in hand like this, and a sense of melancholy crept into my heart.

The passage of time had made us feel the loss of youth, and fragmented memories of the past slowly
resurfaced in our hearts.

We didn't call Mr. and Mrs. A immediately. First, we walked arm in arm down the street in the neighborhood,
discussing things earnestly and frankly.

"Have you thought it through?"

my wife asked seriously. "I have, but I'm not sure if I'm really ready. I really want to experience
that new and exciting feeling.

We've focused too much on the practical aspects of life in the past, neglecting our spiritual feelings.

People our age seem to have experienced a lot, but we've never really valued ourselves,"

I replied just as earnestly.

"Are you ready?"

my wife continued. I thought for a moment and answered, "I've thought about it carefully these past two days. If we can both
be honest with each other, I think I can accept it. I really want to try. What about you? What do you think?
"

"I... I'm not sure yet. I don't object to trying, but I'm afraid I'll feel embarrassed, afraid you
won't be able to accept it." "

Honestly, I don't have any concerns about this.
We're an old married couple, what can't we accept? As long as you're willing, I have no problem with it."

My wife smiled back and said, "I also want to try, but I don't know how it will turn out
." I smiled and replied, "Hehe, don't think too much about it. Just think of it as a passionate game we're playing
!"

My wife became a little shy, hugged my arm tightly, and whispered, "I'm just embarrassed!
I can't be completely uninhibited doing 'that' with a strange man, can I?"

After she finished speaking, I tilted my head back and, for some reason, revealed a wicked, satisfied smile...
Time

passed quickly, and it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. I said, "Let's call them!"

"Okay," my wife answered readily, and she took out her phone and handed it to me.

I took the phone, a strange tension gripping my heart, my movements faltering slightly.

I knew from this moment on, we were about to open a door so alluring to us; we
were about to enter that door and explore the world beyond; we would also be transformed in that world, transformed into what
? I didn't know yet, perhaps only through fire could we be reborn.

I dialed A's number, and they answered quickly, as if they'd been waiting.

"Hello? Is this A? Hello!" "

Yes, it's me. You're Qin Yong, right? Hello!"

We greeted each other. "Are you both there?"

A asked first. "We're both there!"

I replied.

Suddenly, I was speechless. Although I could answer fluently on a computer,
I didn't know what to say on the phone. After a long silence, I sensed they were waiting too, though I could
n't quite describe their feelings.

"Have you discussed it?"

After a long pause, A broke the silence. "Yes, we've discussed it!"

I answered confidently. "Then you should talk to my wife first!"

I heard A transfer the call to his wife.

At that moment, I immediately felt a surge of heat rising from my heart, gradually spreading to my brain, and my face flushed.
All the questions and answers I had prepared beforehand vanished.

I rambled on, asking a bunch of unrelated questions.

My wife held my arm tightly, her head close to my ear, trying to hear
every sound on the other end of the line.

I was so nervous I didn't know what to say or ask. On the other end, A's wife seemed
very calm and experienced.

My wife nudged me, indicating she wanted to say something, and I immediately said, "Let my wife talk to you!" "

Okay!"

came the calm reply.

I handed the phone to my wife, who took it and excitedly began chatting with the other person.

I never expected her, usually so quiet and reserved with strangers, to be so talkative.

She and the couple talked non-stop for over half an hour.

During the conversation, she laid out all our thoughts, concerns, and sexual desires
, making me blush.

I stared at her, stunned, as she occasionally gave me an embarrassed smile.

When I felt they had finished their conversation, I interrupted them.

Composing myself, I took the phone and slowly asked, "How are things going?"

A, on the other end, replied happily, "I'm happy with you
two. When are you free? Come over to our place, let's meet up. If neither of us is opposed, how about we try something?"

"Sure! We'll discuss it when we get back. After all, it's our first time trying this, we need to communicate!"

I answered sincerely.

"Okay! We'll wait for your reply. Goodbye!"

"Bye!"

Our first ever exciting yet nerve-wracking phone call ended just like that.

Afterwards, a feeling of mystery and warmth lingered, tinged with a slightly sweet aftertaste, leaving a lingering
aftertaste.

After hanging up the phone, we laughed and joked as we went home.

After settling our son to bed and washing up, we hurriedly went to bed ourselves.

The usually somber bedtime routine was much more lively this time.

Leaning against the bed, I eagerly asked, "How did it feel?"

My wife just laughed and didn't answer. "How did it feel?"

I asked again.

My wife still laughed, and after a while, she finally asked, "You really want to know what I think?"

"Of course I want to know," I replied, feeling a little flustered by my wife's ambiguous answer
.

My wife smiled and said, "They both seem alright to me, not like bad people! But,
I don't think I can play with them!" "

What? What? What do you mean by 'can't'? Tell me!"

At that moment, I felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head, instantly extinguishing the raging fire that had just ignited within me
.

My mind went blank, completely dazed.

I didn't know what to say. Had all my hard work over the past few days been so easily
shattered by her single sentence? Was the door to hope, which had just begun to open, about to be shut so quickly? No
! No! I had to get her to explain. "They're doing fine, aren't they? Tell me, why isn't it working out?"

I asked, trying to clear my jumbled thoughts. "I don't know, I can't explain it, it just feels wrong.
You know what I mean? I don't have that feeling!"

My wife smiled, and once again, I was speechless. A wave of dejection washed over me. I lay limply
on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and sighed.

Seeing my dejected expression, my wife chuckled.

I glanced at her slightly gloating smile, feeling a surge of resentment.

I said, "Are you kidding me? You say it's okay, but you don't really mean it!"

My wife laughed again, seemingly pleased. She said, "No, no, really not!" "I just don't feel
it's right. You can look again, maybe someone else will work! Really, look again!"

I looked at her somewhat resentfully, thinking to myself: Look again? You make it sound so easy, it's not that easy to find someone!
Although I was a little dissatisfied, I thought again that this required both of us to be willing, and it wasn't good to force anyone
.

We chatted about other trivial things for a while, and then we both fell asleep.

The first time, such a longed-for close encounter ended without a trace,
becoming a thing of the past with some regret and disappointment.

My once excited and passionate heart gradually calmed down. Could this be considered a kind of experience, a kind of maturity
? Although we are approaching forty and have experienced some storms, in this matter, we are still like
toddlers learning to walk, everything seems to have just begun.

Day after day, the cycle repeats, and everything seems to have returned to the past, plain and unremarkable.

The only difference was that I was still searching online, waiting, hoping for a novel and
passionate experience to arrive soon.

During these days, our sex life seemed to improve somewhat, especially when we talked about
our thoughts and processes regarding sex work; it always ended with a passionate lovemaking session.

It seemed we were slowly accumulating something, and when it reached a certain point,
it would erupt like a volcano once the right environment was present. I could clearly feel that we were eager to try it out.
Since my brief but novel contact with Mr. and Mrs. A, I've become much more composed online. Occasionally,
Mr. A would call me, hoping to take things further, but I politely declined. To be honest,
even now I still don't know why my wife said "I didn't feel anything" that day. Whenever I ask her about it, she
just smiles, never giving a clear answer.

Women are like that; sometimes they're unpredictable.

Later, through my persistent efforts and careful screening, we met Mr. and Mrs. B and C.
With them, we didn't video chat first and then talk on the phone like with Mr. A.

We basically chatted until we felt we'd hit it off, then agreed to meet in person at a teahouse
.

Both meetings were incredibly exciting, with a touch of thrill.

Because before meeting, neither of us knew what the other would look like, what we would talk about, or
what we would do; everything happened without any preparation.

Mr. B and Mr. C were both quite nice, with refined manners and good character. Mr. B's wife
appeared mature and charming; they were a year or two younger than us, and their child was about four or five years old.

Mr. C's wife was dignified and pretty, over 1.7 meters tall, almost
as tall as me at first glance.

Mr. C was about my age, but his wife was much younger, maybe ten years younger.

Both meetings took place in a romantic and warm atmosphere. The men, without any
apparent hostility, greedily and passionately gazed at each other's wives' bodies, while the women, without
any restraint, shyly stole glances at each other's husbands, their eyes often meeting briefly before quickly looking
away, a sight that stirred a restless, tantalizing desire within them.

Although they outwardly avoided the topic, their hearts were engaged in a fierce exchange.

Occasionally, taking advantage of a trip to the restroom, they would intentionally or unintentionally engage in slight physical
contact, which was undeniably exciting and pleasurable.

When the men discussed key and stimulating topics, the women would always lower their heads, avoiding
the gaze of their other men, their faces flushed with shyness. Sometimes, they would join in
, offering their opinions, but ultimately, under the passionate gaze of their husbands, they would lower their eyes and smile.

What an experience! It was so unforgettable; even now, thinking about it feels like I'm right
there, unwilling to leave.

However, good things often come with difficulties. Although we had closer interactions with Mr. and Mrs. B and C, things
never progressed for various reasons.

I clearly remember that after those two meetings, my wife and I engaged in quite intense sexual activity.
Each time, we fell asleep exhausted after unparalleled stimulation and intense orgasms. During this process
, we began to indulge in many novel fantasies and actions; she was no longer herself, and I was no longer myself.
Until one day, the appearance of Mr. and Mrs. D (hereinafter referred to as Jun and Hong) finally brought us a turn for the better after our blind waiting
, and we finally achieved our goal.

I met Jun through a QQ couples' group. At first, we
chatted casually and seemingly casually, and I didn't pay much attention.

Through chatting, I learned that the couple was a few years older than us and, like us,
had no successful experience in this area.

They, too, felt mentally exhausted and numb after a long period of married life, a feeling
we deeply sympathized with.

After more than a month of lukewarm chatting, we became much more familiar with each other, and our conversations became more casual.

After confirming that we were both sincere in our relationship, we exchanged photos of ourselves as a couple.

From the photos, I felt that they were a well-mannered, gentle middle-aged couple with fairly average looks
, meeting our criteria for a friend.

I wondered what Jun thought after seeing our photos.

In any case, our conversations began to heat up.

The day after exchanging photos, Jun told me that he had shown our photos to his wife and was quite
satisfied.

I also told him that his wife was equally satisfied with their photos, and that evening, my wife and I even imagined them
as each other's rivals and had a little "battle."

Jun and I were both very happy, and the topics of conversation gradually increased, and our language became more unrestrained. We discussed many
ideas and details about exchanging photos.

After a period of communication, the day finally arrived.

It was a midsummer weekend night, the air humid and muggy. Perhaps due to some nervousness, I felt my breathing
was rapid, and we both sensed that this time would be fruitful.

Before setting off, my wife dressed up carefully. She chose a white, sheer, sleeveless long dress, which concealed
some of her physical imperfections. Approaching forty, she looked rather slender.

She even wore perfume, making her look even more alluring.

We dropped the children off at my parents' house and drove to the teahouse we had arranged to meet. Jun and Hong hadn't
arrived yet, so we chose a small private room with air conditioning, ordered a pot of green tea, and chatted while sipping it.

My wife and I talked about random things, neither of us mentioning Jun and Hong's upcoming arrival.

I could sense that we were both quite nervous and expectant, but we pretended to be nonchalant
.

My palms were slightly sweaty, and although I was drinking tea, my throat felt dry and burning.

Smelling the delicate fragrance emanating from my wife, I looked up and saw her face full of shyness and tenderness, and we smiled knowingly
.

About half an hour later, Jun and Hong arrived gracefully. They were both quite tall, and it was clear they had taken
care of their appearance.

Jun was 1.81 meters tall, wearing a white t-shirt and crisply pressed dark trousers, looking very gentlemanly.

Hong was 1.68 meters tall, also wearing a sleeveless long dress, purple, which suited her perfectly—
a look that was both intense and unpretentious.

Jun was very robust, with a slightly protruding belly. For someone in his early forties, maintaining such a physique was quite impressive;
he must exercise regularly.

Hong was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, and like most women her age, she was somewhat full-figured. Perhaps it was
well-concealed, or perhaps it was due to her height, but she still appeared quite well-proportioned.

I used those very few seconds to give Hong a thorough scrutiny, and I was quite satisfied
.

Her full breasts were accentuated by her well-fitting clothes, making them appear somewhat high, and her slightly protruding abdomen displayed the unique
charm of a middle-aged woman.

Her exposed arms were somewhat muscular, but her skin was fair.

Her face was made up, with light makeup, and her skin, though showing some wrinkles, still looked smooth and delicate after the makeup
.

The other three must have also taken the opportunity of shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries to carefully observe their respective targets
.

Jun and Hong first apologized for being late due to traffic congestion, and we, of course, said we didn't
mind.

After the pleasantries, there was a brief silence, perhaps because everyone was a bit nervous, and no one knew what to say
.

The men were more courageous and broke the silence, casually talking about some interesting anecdotes from home and abroad,
which is a man's forte.

After a while, the tense atmosphere eased considerably. For some reason, the wives remained silent
, simply listening to the two men rambling on.

I noticed my wife's eyes were fixed on her teacup, and Hong was also looking down.

The men, sensing the situation, felt a bit stifled.

Soon, the topic shifted to trivial matters in their lives, and the wives became more lively, raising
their heads and gradually joining in.

As for me, I also stared at Hong with unabashed, somewhat greedy eyes.

At first, Hong didn't dare look at me, but as the conversation became more lively, she would occasionally glance at
me, but she would immediately look away when our eyes met.

I sipped my tea, maintaining a smile, occasionally stealing glances at my wife and Jun, and found that they were doing the same, their eyes
darting nervously and anxiously.

Based on my previous two experiences, I felt confident.

As we got to know each other better, the atmosphere became even more lively, and the tension vanished.

Jun and I boldly let our gazes linger on each other's wives. The wives, no longer flustered
and avoiding their husbands' eyes, began to bravely exchange glances.

However, when they noticed their husbands' eyes greedily lingering on certain sensitive areas,
a blush would appear on their faces, and they would adjust their posture.

Sometimes, Hong would intentionally or unintentionally cross her arms over her chest, perhaps trying to subtly block my
intense desire for her rather prominent breasts. Other times, the wives would fidget and lean towards me, seemingly
trying to avoid something, though it was hard to tell if they were genuinely trying.

Heh, they probably understood that their two experienced husbands had already used their sharp
eyes to strip them naked and see through their bodies; all their feigned intimacy
was useless.

As time went on, the atmosphere of the conversation became increasingly relaxed and lively.

The husbands seemed quite excited, talking animatedly; the wives, no longer coy,
became much more relaxed and natural in their expressions and movements, occasionally even boldly showing off.

Several times, Honghui straightened her back, no longer crossing her arms, and as if
deliberately displaying her two plump breasts to my burning gaze, making me somewhat fantasize, constantly
swallowing hard.

The wives would also frequently adjust their posture, intentionally letting Jun feast his eyes on their curves, at which
point I noticed Jun's gaze was somewhat fixed.

Sometime later, the conversation shifted, suddenly turning to something we were both somewhat eager to discuss but were too embarrassed to bring
up.

After the initial warm-up, Jun and I were much braver, and we shared
our views with considerable candor.

While Jun was speaking, I deliberately nudged my wife beside me. She immediately understood my
intention, lowered her head shyly, and nodded subtly. I knew she
was satisfied with Jun.

Receiving her approval, I was overjoyed, listening to Jun's presentation with a smile. Looking at
Hong, I saw her fiddling with her teacup, a blush creeping onto her face.

After Jun finished speaking, he apologized and went to the bathroom.

Only my wife, Hong, and I remained in the room, and a silence fell. Neither of us knew
what to say in that brief moment.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, my wife softly asked Hong, "Are you satisfied with my husband?"

My head spun, and I felt my blood rush to my head. Such a direct question—
I didn't know how Hong would answer.

Hong glanced at me, then lowered her head again, and softly said, "I think he's great!" Haha

, those simple words made me incredibly happy, and a feeling of excitement instantly swept through
my entire body.

I had clearly realized that there were no longer any barriers or obstacles between the two couples; our four
hearts could now communicate freely.

Hong, after answering her wife's question, was already blushing deeply, her face as red as a sheet.

When Jun returned, he didn't notice anything amiss and continued the conversation.

I deliberately got up, indicating

I needed to use the restroom. I knew I should give them a chance to talk to their wives alone, so I
consciously lingered outside a little longer.

Sure enough, the atmosphere inside was incredibly lively; everyone was like long-lost friends
, very friendly.

The conversation then became explicit and direct, filled with laughter.

We shared interesting stories about our sex lives and our individual habits, and at the most amusing parts,
all four of us burst into laughter.

Time flew by, and it was almost midnight. Having said everything we needed to say, we said
our goodbyes with hearts full of joy and satisfaction, and went our separate ways home.

My wife and I returned home, feeling completely relaxed. We chatted about our feelings for Jun and Hong
; with our son away, we could be carefree.

While washing up, we even started flirting like we used to in our youth.

My wife said, "Hong's pretty good, even more voluptuous than me. You're lucky!"

I retorted without hesitation, "Aren't you the same? You spent the whole night showing off, making Jun's eyes
pop out..." Amidst our laughter, we returned to the bedroom. Instead of getting into bed as we'd done for years, my wife
turned her back to me and provocatively removed her thin nightgown, leaving me completely naked.

For some reason, facing this body I knew so well, I felt a burning desire.

Normally, I would have given her a numb look, then helplessly climbed into bed and fell asleep.

But now, I felt like the person standing before me wasn't my wife, but Hong with her mature, voluptuous body. My
vision blurred; I couldn't tell if it was reality or a hallucination.

I seemed to see towering red mountains, lush meadows beckoning me.

In an instant, I erupted, like a seasoned hunter, viciously pouncing on my prey.

My wife clearly sensed the difference in me, but she struggled joyfully to evade the hunter's
encirclement.

However, the prey could not escape the hunter's attack and surrendered amidst cries.

Without our son, we became even more unrestrained. After a fierce struggle, my wife cried out in surprise, and
with an excited shout, I put down my beloved hunting rifle.

We once again, unusually, embraced and slept.

After the two couples met, Jun and I contacted each other online almost daily, joking with one another
and actively discussing our various plans, tacitly making preparations.

For the next two weekends, we met for dinner.

We always found a private room for a quiet discussion; we didn't care about the delicious food, the key was to experience
the thrill and excitement that would shake our souls.

Interestingly, out of some unspoken understanding, we switched seats during the meal. Hong sat
next to me, and my wife sat next to Jun.

Everything proceeded in a warm and romantic atmosphere; we were all
mentally prepared.

The conversation was relaxed and cheerful, and we inevitably discussed many private matters. When asked
if their wives would be willing to do this or that, they often blushed and giggled.

The wives no longer had the initial reservations and shyness, and instead became surprisingly bold.

I often saw my wife whispering to Jun, then blushing and giggling as she adjusted her dress.

I would also, without realizing it, secretly place my hand on Hong's leg,
gently caressing it out of my wife and Jun's sight.

Hong didn't resist at all, letting my hand roam freely. She would even lean over and intentionally brush her full breasts against my arm when she briefly picked up food or put things down
.

I was somewhat intoxicated, feeling my lower body swell.

Once, I whispered in Hong's ear, "I really like your breasts, I want to see them."
Hong blushed slightly, but pretended to be nonchalant. While her wife and Jun weren't paying attention
, she quickly placed her hand under my armpit, pulling open the hem of her sleeveless dress. I, too, pretended to
sit upright, stealing glances and greedily admiring her treasures. Wow! She was wearing a half-cup bra,
half of her white breast proudly exposed, rising and falling with her breath. I really wanted to
grab them immediately and swallow them whole.

Soon, Hong withdrew her movements. I felt unsatisfied, pondering my next naughty idea.

During our second dinner date, we mainly discussed practical matters, agreeing on the next
steps and location.

We were both very excited, chatting enthusiastically.

After discussing the plan, the second half of the time was spent exchanging ideas amongst ourselves. Me and Hong, my wife and Jun—how exciting
! We closed the door to our private room, shedding all pretense and boldly displaying our desires,
engaging in various little acts.

My wife and Jun talked quietly, completely oblivious to our presence. Often, two hands—no! four
hands—were fiddling with something under the table. Several times, my wife was so amused that she giggled and leaned into Jun
's arms.

Of course, I didn't let up on my advances on Hong, trying to realize some of my earlier mischievous ideas.

While my wife and Jun were engrossed in their activities and oblivious to us, I made a bold request to Hong.
Hong didn't object; she readily complied.

She slowly leaned forward, moving closer to me, pretending to look at the menu on the table. I quickly
used my hands to thoroughly enjoy my two treasures, which I had been longing for, through my clothes.

I still felt a little unsatisfied; people are greedy, aren't they?

I whispered a few words in Hong's ear, and she laughed, playfully punching me. Then she got up and said she was going to
the bathroom. A moment later, Hong returned to the room, closed the door, and
then, as if still a little worried, pushed it open a little. My wife and Jun were too engrossed in their activities to notice us. Hong returned to her seat, and seizing the opportunity
, leaned forward towards me, just like before. It was quite a rare sight. I pretended to smile and watch my wife
and Jun's activities, but my hand secretly moved towards Hong's breasts.

Hehe, just as I asked, Hong went out and unhooked her bra. I put an arm around
Hong's shoulder and casually chatted with her. Hong cooperated and chatted with me, as if we were having a heart-to-heart talk
.

However, my hands didn't stop for a moment. Through the thin fabric of her dress, I moved aside her bra and began
to knead her breasts wantonly. I could truly feel Hong's full breasts, her large, firm nipples
, and I even squeezed them a little harder.

Hong didn't resist, letting my hands roam over her chest, only occasionally trying to cover herself, after all,
we couldn't be too unrestrained yet.

I explored nervously, hoping to enjoy as much as possible in this short time.

Feeling Hong's genuine cooperation, I began to explore further, becoming somewhat bolder.

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