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The first couple swapping. (Japanese article) 

This is a sequel to my previous post, "My Wife's First Infidelity, a Sacrifice."

I want to say that what I described in the previous post seemed like a simple, understated event, and I felt surprisingly calm.
But that's not true. My wife and I didn't reach this point naturally; it involved many new perspectives and
responses.
Initially, my wife strongly opposed it. Sex is such a private matter! Even making love requires guarding against being watched,
yet you want to do it openly, and even want to exchange it. She thinks you must want another man's wife, willing to sell your own—
a perfectly normal reaction.
We walked this path for a while, and my wife gradually accepted it and wanted to see what was going on.
The process was fun, the approach was even more fun, and entering was incredibly fun!

Having studied abroad, I found some articles on foreign websites, translated them, and read them to my wife, which she enjoyed.
It was a bit like proclaiming a new way of life to an uncivilized people. Haha,
the process was slow, and the result wasn't immediate, but every stop along the way was the most fun.
Our main footsteps were abroad.

If you enjoy my ramblings, please give me a thank you so I know who's reading!
Below is my first article for my wife.
It's a Japanese article. I changed "Chen Jun" to my surname, to make my wife automatically identify with me.

The first time we swapped partners:
"Chen Jun, may I insert it?"
The other husband, the president, pulled his huge penis out of my wife's mouth while looking at me and asked.
Although the glans was no longer in my wife's mouth, thick saliva and a string of sticky fluid were still attached to the glans, reflecting the light.
My wife was really putting her heart into giving me a blowjob.

The entire huge penis was bulging with veins, and the shiny glans was pointing towards the ceiling at almost a 90-degree angle, nodding in sync with her heartbeat.
To be honest, it really was a magnificent penis.
The president grabbed my wife's ankles and pushed them inward, her legs opening wide in an M shape, exposing my wife's vulva without any cover. The club president slowly approached
my wife's already wet labia, her pubic hair glistening. Ah... He used his hand to push his large penis, which was pointing towards the ceiling, down, slowly bringing the glans in at two or three degrees, finally pushing it into my wife's barely open vulva.

The club president made me watch as he pushed the glans in halfway. Oh my, the moon is the brightest tonight.
I couldn't help but swallow.

My wife is my most precious gift, and she agreed to the couple-swapping proposal to make me happy. Tonight, on our first night together, she's just like a bride losing her virginity for the first time. For me, it's like a wedding night!
Although my wife seems resigned on the surface, I can tell she's quite excited.
Needing to be quick and considerate, I placed photos of five potential couples side-by-side on the bed.
These five couples all met the criteria, such as getting along well, being always in touch, and showing sincerity. And so on.
My wife ultimately chose a gentleman in his late 40s, quite robust, well-dressed, and whose clothing style was very similar to ours (the president of a company with 10 employees). In the photo, my wife, in her late 30s and wearing a kimono, was
also present. They stipulated that she must agree to "cumshot inside" after sex, and I agreed!
My wife said, "Cumshot inside? Doesn't that mean without a condom? Oh, is it okay if we get STDs? "
My wife seemed a little worried!
"There's absolutely nothing to worry about with a couple like this!" I told my wife.
Even on the way to the restaurant, we didn't speak, and my wife seemed lost in thought the whole way.
"Finally here,"
my wife said, though it was definitely directed at me, but there was a hint of awkwardness and emptiness in her voice. Her mind was definitely focused on what was about to happen!

We waited at the restaurant while drinking coffee, and finally the couple arrived.

A brief greeting and introductions followed. My wife and I, who are used to sticking to our own ideas, chatted with the other couple, and the atmosphere gradually became comfortable.
"Alright, let's go!"
The company president stood up, beckoned us to his car, and we headed to the hotel we had booked.
The motel room was Japanese-style. There was a low table near the outer room, while the inner room had two quilts and mattresses laid out.

We were a little nervous, making small talk, but thankfully the president was good at joking, and my wife and I laughed happily, which eased our tension somewhat!
"Let's go, let's go to the bathroom!"
the president said to his wife, and then they disappeared into the bathroom.
My wife's initial reaction was to freeze, then she seemed to have made a decision and stood up! We moved to the door where we could see the bathroom.

We heard them undressing; the bathroom door was open.
They were probably deliberately facing the door. The president was unbuttoning his wife's shirt, while his wife, with her hands behind her back, was unzipping her skirt; as the shirt came off, a pair of snow-white breasts were instantly exposed before our eyes, facing us directly! Snow-white and firm, pure and flawless, it's clear she takes meticulous care of herself. Her areolas are small, a pinkish-red
, and her nipples protrude at about a 20-degree angle, truly beautiful. Especially her hands, reaching behind her, further expose these beautiful breasts, completely unconcealed.

Ah... she's not wearing a bra!
While chatting, we were both wearing kimono coats, completely unaware of this alluring sight.

His wife bent down, unzipped her tight skirt, and her large breasts and nipples drooped towards the ground—a truly beautiful sight, the famous "hanging breasts." (hangers)
It looks so erotic.
Beautiful hanging breasts, the essential condition is size.
I've never seen another man's wife naked before, especially unzipped by her husband.

When his wife pulled down her skirt and lifted her upper body, I noticed she wasn't wearing underwear either; a wisp of pubic hair at the base of her thighs.
Is this the rule of this world?

Yes, since we entered this world, my wife hasn't worn underwear, whether she's going grocery shopping or attending a banquet.

I hugged her from behind, reached down to her breasts, and slipped my hand inside her sheer bra, kneading her soft, smooth breasts and teasing her nipples.
My wife's breasts are C-cup.
This sheer bra was something we bought specifically from an adult store, and it came with two different types of panties, one of which my wife was wearing.
I'll probably take it off later, since they're both already naked. Will she resist taking off her underwear in front of another man?
I don't think so. Wearing this semi-transparent bra and thong is practically the same as not wearing anything at all. It doesn't matter whether I take it off or not.
But there's a certain ritualistic feeling to me undressing my wife in front of her; it has that kind of meaning, doesn't it?
Was it like saying, "Please watch, please use!"?
The president was even taking off his wife's shirt right in front of us.

The sound of the shower running in the bathroom was intermittent.
Suddenly, the water stopped!

"You're feeling it, aren't you?" The president's wife said to my wife.
"You can see us from your side, are you enjoying it?"
I could see them, and my wife must have seen them too.

"Come in!" the president said.
"Please take off your wife's clothes and come in!" The president used a nagging tone, which my wife and I both found quite pleasing.
My wife pinched my penis, indicating that I should make my move. I pulled my wife to the bathroom door.
I reached out and unbuttoned my wife's shirt, seven buttons, in just 10 seconds.
My wife's snow-white breasts, though hidden under a pink semi-transparent bra, appeared even whiter and more alluring under the light.
The president, with his wife in his arms, was watching us leisurely, his erect penis standing tall and proud.
My wife was a little nervous, her grip on my penis unconsciously tightening. Her eyes, fixed on the president's large penis, blinked with a mixture of surprise and relief.
"Honey, is it really okay? Do we really want to do this? Being with the president under your gaze..." she whispered.
"Let's go in, it's okay, it's what we want to try,"
I said, loosening my wife's skirt, which hung loosely at her ankles. My wife stepped out, kicking the skirt against the wall with her right foot, her breasts thrusting towards the president and his wife.
I knew she had made up her mind.
I also took off my clothes. I looked at the president's wife's naked body, flushed red from the hot water, her
large breasts, pubic hair, and vulva all captivating me.
We went into the bathroom.
"Please turn around, ma'am, let me take off this beautiful bra. It's really pretty, but the real star is the beautiful breasts underneath!"
"And Mr. Chen, my wife will take care of you."
My wife automatically turned around, leaning her back slightly against the president, partly indicating that she wanted him to unhook her bra, and partly looking into my eyes
as if to say, "If we take this step, your wife will be sexually assaulted. Husband, it'll be too late to regret it!" I nodded to my wife.
The president's large hands, one on each breast, were already kneading my wife's C-cup breasts, thoroughly enjoying the breasts I played with every day, my private property.

My wife bit her lip, tilted her head, and was completely absorbed! I somewhat enjoyed showing off my wife's naked body, but now I know I enjoyed even more seeing her body being cared for, loved, and
violated! Yes, violated!
"Come on, let me help you with the soap!" the president said to my wife.
She approached me, her large breasts thrusting forward, and leaned against my chest. I reached out and hugged her. She immediately grasped my erect penis in one hand, pulling me back towards a corner of the bathroom. I unceremoniously caressed her large breasts with both hands.
Oh, finally I'd touched someone else's wife's breasts—soft, tender, boneless, clean, and smooth. If you squeezed hard, they seemed to escape your grasp, but if you loosened your grip slightly, they bounced back. They were perfect toys! The feel was completely different from touching my wife's breasts. I'm sure the president felt the same way when he touched them. This must be the true meaning of wife-swapping, right? I used my wife's body to get a toy, and my wife was the president's toy!

The company president was embracing his wife in the bathtub, his tongue licking her lips. Her eyes were half-closed; she was oblivious to me. His hands roamed over her inner thighs
. The water's reflection obscured what lay beneath, but I knew she was also rubbing her large penis, her toy, about to please herself. My wife tried a long French kiss with him.
I embraced her, kissing behind her ears, kissing her large breasts, my tongue exploring her entire body. I made her sit down, raising her right leg high with my left hand, spreading it open. Her pink cleft
and labia beneath her pubic hair were completely, unmasked, exposed—a beautiful vulva. My mouth watered. She smiled at me, her eyes seeming to say, "Do you like it?"
Of course I do, it must be delicious. I tasted it. I lowered my head and began to lick her vulva.
"Ah...so good! I love your tongue, it feels so good...Chen-kun! Oh...so good!" The president had
already led my wife out of the bathroom, and I could vaguely hear the sounds of their activities on the bed. "Yahoo! Ya ... "Honey... I feel so good, the president is so good at licking... even better than you... ah..." My wife's slutty behavior was completely unlike my wife; she had become a different person, like a woman from a brothel! The president was buried in my wife's thighs and had no time to pay attention to me. I took my wife's hand, lay down, and lay next to her. I helped pull her legs, which were raised high, open even wider. The president's wife knelt down and began to lick my penis. My erect penis hadn't felt this strong in a long time. "Honey, Mr. Chen's penis is so big!" "Really? I should say it's cute!" the president replied. "Please take good care of Mr. Chen, please entertain him with your wife's body!" The president's wife was indeed a master of blowjobs; her technique was delicate and continuous, comprehensive yet meticulous, making my body writhe uncontrollably. I gestured for the club president's wife to turn her buttocks around, her thighs straddling my face. Her beautiful, dripping cunt was right above me, the opening seeming like a sucking mouth with each movement. I forcefully thrust my tongue into the opening, and the club president's wife wiggled her buttocks in response. Other people's wives' cunts are indeed delicious. Thinking about why I could taste this beautiful cunt made me even more excited, my heart filled with lustful fantasies. I traded my wife's cunt for it; the club president was tasting my cunt, the cunt I'd been using all along. "Club president, you can use it. I'll let you use my wife's cunt. " "Mr. Chen, can I insert it now?" The club president spread his wife's legs wide! I had arranged to meet this couple not only hoping they could lead us into our dream world, but also hoping they could teach us how to perform wife swapping. Furthermore, I desperately wanted to witness the moment my wife was penetrated, and I had already asked the club president for that. The club president had done his foreplay, and my wife was ready.





















Although I was somewhat aware of the situation, my mind had already raced through countless thoughts:

Should I continue? Is it okay? Really? Should I stop? If I miss this opportunity, I don't know if I can arrange another one. And so on.
Should I not continue? My wife's body has already been 100% caressed, and she's swallowed a lot of the president's love juice!
Her clothes aren't undressed, you've already extended the invitation!
After much deliberation and hesitation, I nodded to the president.
The president, kneeling, slowly advanced, his penis close to my wife's vagina; the glans parted her labia, slowly burying itself inside. With a powerful thrust, his enormous, veiny penis was fully inserted into my wife's vagina.
Instantly, my wife's back arched, her face tilted back, and she made a "Yi... Yi..." sound, her hands gripping the blanket tightly. The president's huge penis filled my wife's vagina!

"Was it good, honey?"
"I'm sorry, honey! It really was great. Please forgive me!"
"It's okay, we always do it this way! Let the president take his time, and I'll watch the whole thing."
I held the president's wife in my arms, sometimes kissing her lips, sometimes squeezing her big breasts! Sometimes teasing her wet pussy with my fingers, while carefully observing her pussy.
They were having sex in the missionary position, kissing passionately, their tongues intertwined.
A strong sense of jealousy rose in my heart.
My wife's brows were furrowed, her hands tightly wrapped around the president's shoulders, her claws digging deep into his back, her legs draped in an M-shape around the president's thighs, tightly gripping him, her expression already dazed.
My wife's legs were always wrapped like this during sex.
"I'm going to cum!" the president groaned.
The company president began thrusting vigorously, penetrating and withdrawing repeatedly, ten, twenty times a day, without stopping, then slowing down. His glans, like a chestnut, collapsed deep inside, nodding rhythmically.
This was my wife's favorite moment; she would spread her arms and legs wide, her expression dazed, enjoying the ejaculation flowing into her cervix.
Her mouth was wide open, her body stiff and motionless because the president was pressing down on her.
She remained in that position, receiving the president's injection-like ejaculation!

Looking at my wife like this, suddenly, thinking back to all the hundreds of times I'd pressed her to tell me the details of her past sexual encounters with her boyfriends, those imagined scenes resurfaced. It must have been like this, right? This reignited my jealousy.

Did my wife also receive the ejaculation in this dazed state when she had sex with her boyfriend from work?
Or, when his wife is on top, swaying her hips provocatively, does the boyfriend calmly watch while ejaculating?
After they ejaculate into her, does she take the semen home with her?
Is she taking today's semen home too?

"I'm going to cum too...Mrs. President...Ah...I'm coming!"

I held the president's wife's buttocks, thrusting into her wet, plump cunt. She was kneeling on all fours, her vaginal fluids already whitish, surrounding my constantly moving
penis, allowing my piston-like movements to proceed without hindrance.
I thrust as deep as I could, vomiting a large amount at the president's wife's cervix, two times, three times, vomiting up my week's worth of semen!

"Wife, just lie here next to her!" the president said to his wife.

The club president propped himself up and slowly pulled his large penis out of his wife's body.
His wife's labia, smeared with vaginal fluid and slightly swollen, reflected the light from the ceiling. She was completely naked and exposed to the bright light.

Her vaginal opening was half-open, not fully closed, and like a fish's mouth, it was slowly swallowing and releasing.

The club president pulled me to sit down.
"Let's sit down and admire this. Never seen two cunts side-by-side before! Our wives' cunts have been swapped... hahaha..." Ah
!! Is this even possible? Even brothels don't do this!

I moved closer to examine my wife's cunt closely. It had slowly calmed down, and some white spots were slowly seeping out. Semen flowed down her perineum, down her buttocks, and onto the blanket.

The club president was spreading his wife's cunt open; the vaginal opening opened, and a stream of semen flowed out, down her inner thighs, and onto the blanket!

Finally, we switched back to our own wives.
"Honey, did you watch carefully? How was it...? Your wife got fucked, are you jealous?"
"Extremely jealous! I used to always ask you about your past affairs, it was all out of jealousy. Now that it's happening right before my eyes, I'm not only jealous but also excited, thank you."
"Haha...that's great!" the president said .
"The greater the jealousy, the stronger the relationship between husband and wife. Your wife is a treasure, you have to cherish her! She's so wet, you're such a lucky husband!"

"Look at my wife," the president continued.
"You're the ninth person to fuck her before me, she's my treasure too."
I nodded. The president's wife is indeed a treasure, she's as wet as my wife.

"Honey..." my wife whispered in my ear,
"We don't need to shower, right? Let's just go home like this, and when we get home I want my husband to fuck me!"
I hid my shock, I guessed right, she would bring the semen home!

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