Swapping wives

One evening, I was engrossed in looking at pornographic pictures downloaded from the internet. So much so that I didn't even notice my wife quietly walking up behind me after her shower.

"Oh dear, I thought you saw something!" she exclaimed in surprise. Because I was looking at a striking color picture: a woman having sex with two men. The woman was on all fours, one man was attacking her from behind, and the other was giving oral sex to the man standing in front of her, seemingly enjoying it immensely, saliva dripping from her mouth—it looked incredibly vulgar.

It suddenly shocked me. After a moment of shock, I turned and said to her without turning around, "This is called 'Upper and Lower Harmony,' are you interested in trying it?" She immediately replied, "No! People who do this kind of thing are all perverts!"

Actually, my wife isn't the only man she's involved with besides me. As far as I know, before we got married, she had relationships with two men. She had a four-year relationship with her first man and slept with him for four years. The second man slept with my wife while he had a girlfriend. After having sex with her five or six times, my wife found out he had a girlfriend and quickly left him. She said I was her third man (who would believe that?). Although she was once a womanizer, she probably really can't accept this kind of sex.

I said, "Recently, many people online have been doing this. This kind of thing isn't actually perverted or sick. Shall we try it?" Actually, recently, through the internet, I've come across some erotic novels. What attracted me most were some adult novels about wife swapping. I immediately made this another target for seeking sexual stimulation. But I was afraid my wife wouldn't agree.

Seeing the seriousness in my expression, she was startled. She firmly said, "Forget about it! You can't be like Sun Wukong, multiplying into two. Even if you were willing, I couldn't bring myself to have sex with someone else!"

She even shouted as she said this. But I calmly replied, "I feel our old, monotonous sex life isn't exciting enough! Besides, we're already in our early thirties. It's not that I don't love you; I just want something new and exciting. I also want to see what it's like for the woman I love to have sex with another man, and I especially want to see other men entering and exiting your vagina!"

My feelings were complicated. What I said touched on her biggest weakness. She had told me about those two men herself, and if she didn't agree to my husband's proposal, I would angrily tell her I would run off and sleep around with other women. So she could only helplessly say, "I understand what you mean! Since you've put it this way, there's nothing I can do. However, if you're looking for a man with AIDS or syphilis, then I'm sorry! Absolutely not!"

"You need to worry about that? Don't I know these things myself? I'll arrange a man you'll be satisfied with," I smiled contentedly.

From that day on, I started searching online and contacted some online friends. Some said I was perverted, and some shared that thought, but I also felt unsafe around strangers. I spent each day with a mixture of anticipation and longing. Until one day, I finally got to experience a real "threesome."

One evening a month later, I called home and told my wife, "I'm bringing a friend home. Get ready, make some dishes, we're going to have a few drinks tonight!"

While my wife was busy preparing, the door opened, and I appeared before her with a man: "This is my wife! She used to be your wife too! Heh! Heh!" When I introduced this man, a robust man in his thirties, to her, she recognized him. He was Zhao Ming, the man who had dated my wife for four years, the first to deflower her, and who still harbored feelings for her. Although my wife had once liked him, she disliked his chauvinistic behavior and ended their four-year relationship, taking a long detour to marry me.

When my wife told me about their affair, I was initially jealous and furious. However, my anger was gradually replaced by a strange excitement: the thought of my beloved wife moaning and wanton under another man, being played with, actually aroused me sexually! What would my innocent wife do with him back then? The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. Adding to this, my loneliness led me to read articles posted by lecherous netizens online. Through conversations with some, I learned that many of their wives weren't virgins before marriage. So, my anger transformed into a longing—a desire to see my beloved woman being fucked by her ex-lover. Whenever he and my wife were seen together on the street, the lustful look in his eyes proved he still adored her; he was a very lecherous man. I heard he already had a family; his wife was a seamstress, and supposedly quite pretty. The first lover I found for my wife should be her ex-lover; that way, she'd be more likely to accept it.

"Hello, Xiao Hong (this might have been their nickname from a few years ago)! It's been so long, you've become even more beautiful !"

Zhao Ming smiled broadly, his eyes shining, his gaze fixed on my wife. He looked from her chest to her waist, then to her thighs under her skirt, his eyes sweeping over her entire body.

"Go cook!" After Zhao Ming sat down in the living room, I ushered my wife into the kitchen, then whispered a warning in his ear: "When my wife comes out, you can touch her, you can fuck her, but you're not allowed to kiss her, and you're not allowed to ask her to give you oral sex." "You can absolutely rest assured," Zhao Ming readily agreed!

When my wife came out of the kitchen, she saw the two of us men engrossed in watching an adult film, both of us completely absorbed. Seeing that neither of us paid any attention to her, she seemed to understand, her face flushed as she whispered, "The dishes are ready, why don't you go have a drink?" My wife's snow-white shoulders, exposed by her spaghetti-strap nightgown, swayed before my eyes, the fragrance emanating from her body filling my nostrils, stirring a surge of desire within me. My body grew increasingly hot and restless, even I felt this urge. Do you think Zhao Ming could resist? After a few rounds of drinks, the three of us chatted happily, all a little tipsy. Seeing my wife and Zhao Ming slowly relax, I took their hands and linked them together: "I know how you feel right now, first love is the most unforgettable. Tonight I'll grant your wish again, wife, don't worry, I love you, no matter what happened between you before or now, I won't hold it against you and divorce you."

My wife blushed, glancing down at Zhao Ming, then guiltily looking at me: "What are you talking about?" Her expression was alluring, her breasts heaving, her figure seductive, Zhao Ming was dumbfounded.

I smiled and said to Zhao Ming, "I'll go take a shower first, you two sit down!" Only my wife and Zhao Ming were left in the living room. The TV was still showing close-ups of men and women having sex. I felt my wife was very embarrassed, but Zhao Ming praised my privately treasured DVDs as excellent.

I came out after my shower. They had already turned off the VCD player and turned on the stereo, dancing gracefully to the music. Zhao Ming wasn't tall, only 1.7 meters, and standing next to my 1.7-meter-tall wife, they looked about the same height. But with the rise and fall of the music, their every move was perfectly synchronized, every action filled with tacit understanding. This was probably related to their collaboration years ago. Watching my wife's graceful dance steps, the nightgown billowing as she twirled, I gazed at her slender figure, a figure that should belong to any man in the world.

After they finished their song, Zhao Ming went into the bathroom. My wife looked at me strangely and said, "Aren't you jealous?" Anger, jealousy, and excitement were all mixed together inside me; I didn't know what to feel. But I still smiled magnanimously and said, "Didn't you already put this green hat on me?" My wife shyly pushed me away. Meanwhile, Zhao Ming, who had finished showering, came out of the bathroom and plopped down next to me. My wife's eyes and brows were slightly smug: "You really don't mind?" For some inexplicable reason, I stood up and pushed her next to Zhao Ming: "Do you think I'd mind?"

It was early summer. My wife, after showering, wore a semi-transparent one-piece nightgown, her curvaceous body accentuated by her exposed arms and the faint outline of her breasts. Sitting cross-legged, the short skirt barely covered her knees, revealing her slender, full thighs. This beautiful wife of mine was now being rekindled with her lover.

Zhao Ming bowed to me, thanking me, "Brother, I'll definitely treat her well." My wife nudged him, saying, "He hasn't even agreed to my request yet!"

The two of them were flirting right in front of me! I didn't know what to feel, but I smiled and watched them.

Zhao Ming gently placed his hand on my wife's shoulder. My wife watched my reaction, but I gestured to Zhao Ming with my chin, "Don't be so stiff, it doesn't feel like old flames at all. How about this, you two just pretend I don't exist, okay?" And just like that, I handed my beloved wife over to someone else.

My wife blushed, "You two are both bullying me." Zhao Ming's arms began to encircle her, and she leaned towards him. After several rounds of teasing, her body went limp, and Zhao Ming gently carried her into the room.

His wife glanced at him with lustful eyes: "Do we... have any condoms at home?" She was indirectly asking if they could start. Actually, she already had an IUD, but I still said something to completely ease her tension: "Wife! You have an IUD, right? Why do you need condoms? Just let him have his way." "

Then I won't let him get his fill!" His wife leaned seductively into Zhao Ming's arms. Her pajamas were already unbuttoned, her snow-white breasts barely concealed by her bra, and his hands began to wander. Seeing this, a primal male urge surged uncontrollably from within. He regretted wearing those damn underwear to the shower; it couldn't contain his growing erection. It was hard and erect inside, pushing my crotch up so high it made a bulge. Embarrassed, my face flushed, and I secretly arched my back to avoid being caught in my embarrassing state. Instead, Zhao Ming carried my wife's nearly naked body towards the room, towards our bed! My wife was just panting softly. Looking again, I was furious; her skirt was disheveled. Apparently…!

But then I thought: he'd taken my wife's virginity ten years ago, and we'd been together for four years. What hadn't we done? Tonight, I was the one who brought him here. Letting him play with my wife's body was nothing! After he put

my wife on the bed, he came back and closed the door, saying, "Don't worry, I'll remember your teachings and treat her well. I won't cross the line." He then made an "OK" gesture.

I didn't move for a moment, and then I heard my wife's moans and cries from inside the room! I was getting worried, so I jumped up from the living room sofa and headed towards the room where they were having sex. When I got to the door, I heard lewd sounds coming from inside. I heard my wife say, "Ming, you're so naughty, you can't do this, go slower..."

"My husband lets you play with his wife like this... You're so lucky! Ah! Gently... gently..."

The scene I had been waiting for appeared before me. My wife was lying on her back on the bed, her limbs wrapped around Zhao Ming's body like an octopus. Zhao Ming had entered her familiar yet strange hairy, fleshy hole. His buttocks were moving up and down like a pile driver. My wife's vagina was enduring his powerful thrusts, one after another. The dark pubic hair was mixed with the vaginal fluids that came out, turning it into a white mist. Some of it flowed onto the sheets, reflecting light.

Because I was behind them, I couldn't see their expressions, only Zhao Ming's swaying buttocks, his penis appearing and disappearing, and his scrotum rocking back and forth...

Of course, my attention wasn't on their expressions, but on the close-up of their genitals intercourse. I could see my wife's thick labia minora, now bright red, forming a ring-like structure, tightly enveloping the penis, which was dripping with vaginal fluid and moving in and out.

"How does it compare to your husband?" Zhao Ming, engrossed in sex, hadn't noticed my arrival at all. "Compared to him..." My wife, who was leaning back, was about to answer his question when she saw me and swallowed the rest of her words. Only then did they notice me, looking at me embarrassedly, and stopped their thrusting. I was in the middle of it all, and I wasn't about to let them stop. I gestured with my palm upwards, indicating that they should continue, as if afraid that talking would affect their interest. I was like watching a wonderfully exciting short film, completely focused, dumbfounded, as if the one being fucked to the point of death wasn't my wife, but a beautiful and realistic short film queen.

I watched helplessly as my beloved wife was repeatedly violated by another man right before my eyes. In the past, I would have been furious, but strangely, when faced with this man wantonly fondling my wife's alluring body, I was irresistibly drawn in. That inexplicable, wondrous feeling within me began to rise again, growing stronger and stronger. I enjoyed this feeling. No man could escape the allure she exuded, pulled by an invisible gravity, like the nine planets of the solar system, revolving endlessly, unable to escape the sun's clutches.

The white, almond-paste-like vaginal fluid clung to the area around my wife's dark pubic hair. I squatted behind them, my erection throbbing, enjoying a clearer view of Zhao Ming's penis thrusting in and out between my wife's luscious labia. The two genitals moved in opposite directions, then collided violently, each impact producing a crisp "plop! plop!" sound, splashing the vaginal fluid everywhere. The tender skin of her vaginal opening was pulled back and forth with each thrust—a sensation you'll never understand, clearer than the closest close-up shots in the most explicit films.

Yet, my wife's waist and thighs writhed uncontrollably with urges, her unusual excitement masking her shyness and reluctance to make a sound in front of me. As her husband, I know my wife best, so I said, "Wife, don't hold back anymore. I know you can't take it anymore. Just scream and beg him to fuck you! Zhao Ming, give her a few good thrusts! If you can't take it, I'll have to. I can't just watch my wife be tortured to death by you!"

At this moment, my wife's moans grew louder and louder, and Zhao Ming's thrusting became faster and faster. His penis swelled up like a giant fire stick, and he tried to pull it out and thrust it in hard into my wife's vagina. The fierce sprint began, his buttocks rising and falling like waves, his penis thrusting in and out, the glans making repeated piston-like movements inside the vagina, scraping out the vaginal fluid seeping from the vaginal walls, leaving his torso covered in a white, sticky substance; the labia minora, filled with blood, became red and hard, like a scabbard encasing Zhao Ming's "sharp sword," but that "sharp sword" refused to stay quietly hidden inside, "fighting" and moving in and out, even the tubular skin on the clitoris was pulled and pulled wildly, sometimes hiding in the tubules, sometimes sticking its head out.

Suddenly, his scrotum jerked upwards a few times, causing his testicles to bounce as well. His entire penis was now deeply embedded in my wife's vagina, convulsing. Her buttocks contracted and expanded, her flesh trembling violently. A few small white droplets, about the size of soybeans, oozed from the opening between her vagina and penis, growing larger and larger until they pooled into a puddle of white fluid, trickling down... I knew the first act was coming to an end. My wife's former lover was selflessly offering his hot semen to her once again, ten years later, pumping it deep inside her.

When Zhao Ming leaned against the headboard, exhausted and panting, he thought, "This guy's no good. He's only been at it for ten minutes. Maybe it's the excitement of a long-awaited reunion?" My wife lay naked on the bed, her face flushed, panting heavily. Her nipples were red and proudly erect, clearly indicating that her orgasm hadn't subsided. Some white semen still splattered on her lower abdomen. I looked at her inner thighs again, and wow, several streams of murky semen slowly flowed down from her genitals.

My wife blushed and lowered her head, saying, "I'll go clean up first." I said no need, and I turned my wife's body to the side, flipped her over, and laid my already naked body on her back. I lifted one of her legs and placed it on my waist, arched my lower body, and my penis slipped between her thighs into her vagina, which still retained Zhao Ming's body temperature.

I reached forward and cupped her breasts, caressing them alternately, while my lower body began to thrust, allowing my penis to move back and forth endlessly in her wet vagina.

With my wife's vaginal fluids mixed with Zhao Ming's semen, after only thirty or so thrusts, she would inevitably slip out once or twice. Moreover, it was difficult to speed up the process. So, I simply straightened her body again, laid her on her back, and used the most traditional "missionary" position.

After a whirlwind of attacks, my wife truly became aroused. She placed her legs on my buttocks, as if afraid that I would hold back and not fully insert my penis into her body. Every time I thrust in, she would tighten her legs, pulling my pelvis inward, causing my penis to collide violently with her vulva, making a "smack" sound, and ensuring that the head of my penis could reach her cervix with every thrust.

Zhao Ming, sitting beside me, wasn't idle either. He cupped my wife's two bamboo shoot-like breasts in his hands, gripping and kneading them vigorously. Occasionally, he would pinch and rub her nipples with two fingers, forcing my wife to not only sway her hips to meet his thrusts but also to heave her chest in response to his teasing, acting like an untamed wild horse. This aroused Zhao Ming's limp glans, causing it to emerge again from its long foreskin and swell once more. Only then did I realize that his penis was two inches longer than mine, though thinner. When not erect, the entire glans was hidden under the foreskin; now, only a tiny bit of the purplish-red glans was barely visible.

When our eyes met, our expressions became awkward, and my wife, even more shy, buried her head in my chest. Although both men were familiar to her—one was her lover who had taken her virginity when she was sixteen and had been with her for four years; the other was her beloved husband who had been with her for ten years—she never dreamed that after marrying me at twenty, ten years later, her beloved husband would willingly offer himself to his former lover, and that she would be fucked by both men at the same time.

Just then, I pulled my penis out of her vagina and was about to change positions when Zhao Ming suddenly lay down, holding my wife's waist and making her straddle him with her legs spread, his hands playing with her breasts.

He panted, saying, "So good! Your wife is the best woman I've ever been with, beautiful and wanton, you're so lucky. If I hadn't been so chauvinistic back then, I might be the one with her!"

Zhao Ming's unceremonious actions made me a little angry, but I thought, it's okay. See how I'll play with your wife in front of you next time. Although my wife wasn't fully cooperative in front of me, she still liked him. No wonder, after all, he was her first man, and they had a four-year relationship. At this moment, my wife was completely obedient to this man, except for not using oral sex. I was in a better state; because I had stopped before ejaculating, I was still full of energy, my penis hard, ready to penetrate my wife's body again for a good time. However, I also wanted to calm down for a while and properly appreciate every detail of their lovemaking.

Zhao Ming smiled smugly at my wife and said, "Xiao Hong, this time, let's both men play with you! Please get down on your hands and feet, and your husband and I will play with you at the same time!"

Although the man in front of me had just ejaculated, he was still at the point of no return. His erect penis had completely broken free of the foreskin, gleaming purple, and throbbing in his crotch. As my wife lay on the ground, her buttocks raised, a man's thick penis quickly entered her vagina. Her mysterious slit tightly gripped the elastic penis. Although she didn't turn around to see who it was, she must have known it was Zhao Ming's penis.

"Xiao Hong, it's the same as before. You may have forgotten me. Comparing my thing to your husband's, whose is thicker?" Zhao Ming said with a smile. My wife didn't answer. Actually, in terms of thickness, mine was thicker, while Zhao Ming's was just longer.

His penis entered my wife's vagina again, while his hands kneaded her breasts.

My wife didn't dare to look up at me, but she still couldn't help but moan.

They changed positions tacitly. I almost believed that this was the scene of them making love ten years ago, although, while I was enjoying the view, I also felt a little jealous. Her vagina was being penetrated by Zhao Ming; her mouth was passionately entwined with mine; her breasts were being kneaded by two men; her hands were constantly stroking my erect penis; my wife had never experienced anything like this before. With a cry, "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum!" all three of them accelerated all their movements at the same time, and she finally couldn't take it anymore.

Although Zhao Ming lasted a little longer this time than the first time, under the intense stimulation of her vaginal contractions, he finally ejaculated inside my wife's vagina again. He went naked into the bathroom to shower alone, and now it was just the two of us lying in bed. My wife snuggled into my arms and said coquettishly, "Honey, I was played with by another man in front of you, will you still love me as much as before?"

I pinched her small nose and said generously, "You were only played with by her? Didn't I forgive you? You're thirty years old, shouldn't you consider finding some different kinds of sexual stimulation? Sticking to traditional ideas, aren't you being too hard on yourself and your pussy? Didn't you find what happened just now exciting?" Just then, my wife lay in front of me, moved, and inserted my thick, hard penis into her vagina. At this moment, she no longer felt any sense of vulgarity. My penis felt waves of pleasure from my wife's active stimulation, and I finally reached orgasm in the vagina where Zhao Ming had just ejaculated.

However, Zhao Ming had already finished cleaning up, and his penis had shrunk, the red glans gradually being covered by the long foreskin. Now calm, he held my wife in his arms and was about to wipe her with a tissue. However, my wife was probably ashamed to let him do this in front of her husband, so she snatched the tissue, covered her vulva, and went into the bathroom by herself.

What followed was a deal between Zhao Ming and me: "Zhao Ming, how was it? Do you like my wife?"

"To be honest, it was very exciting, it's just that your wife's vagina isn't as tight as it used to be, but I still like her very much. After breaking up with her, I thought I would never have her again in this life, but I didn't expect today..."

"Zhao Ming, I knew all along that you still liked Xiao Hong, and that you got her body. To be fair, let's swap partners, so we can all have some fun. What do you think?" Looking at Zhao Ming's expression, he was very surprised. It turned out that this was something I had planned all along.

He didn't answer my question immediately. Instead, he lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and muttered to himself, "I don't know if my wife agrees or not?" My wife had come out too early, interrupting our conversation.

I ripped off the towel from my wife's body and made her sit naked between us to continue watching pornographic videos.

Zhao Ming and I roamed over her body with our four hands. The two men chatted while playing with her and watching the sex scenes on the television screen. After ejaculating twice, Zhao Ming seemed a bit exhausted. He could only offer her oral sex now. This made my wife giggle and chuckle, ticklish.

Even the semen that hadn't been completely cleaned out of her vagina was squeezed out by the vibrations of her abdominal muscles.

The spring night was too short, and amidst our sweet, intimate moments, night fell unnoticed. As he walked naked into the room to find his clothes, I followed. He, of course, knew my purpose and said shamelessly, "I agree, but I still need to talk to my wife when I get back." Seeing us whispering amongst ourselves, my wife also walked in, naked. "What bad things are you saying about me, and why are you avoiding me?" I pulled my wife

into my arms, kissed her affectionately, and said with a smile, "Wife, you don't know, behind today's events, there's actually another deal!"

She suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "What deal? Did you betray me?" Zhao Ming and I exchanged a knowing smile, a tacit understanding I hadn't even expected. I hugged my wife and sat down, laughing as I said, "You still don't trust me? Why would Zhao Ming and I be so willing to sell you out? Here's the thing: Zhao Ming is your first love. I know you two had a good relationship back then, so today I'm granting your wish again. But Zhao Ming felt it wasn't fair to me, so he suggested I get to play with his wife too. However, he still needs to go back and discuss it with his wife." Turning to Zhao Ming, I smiled again, "You don't need to worry too much." "As long as Xiaohong agrees, you can still see each other! I won't stop you from sleeping together. By the way, you haven't been together for about ten years. Don't go back tonight, why don't you stay here? Your wife won't come looking for you, will she?" My wife turned around slowly, hugged me, and said, "Honey, you're so good to me!"

I punched her and said, "What are you saying? It's good that you two are together? When have I ever had a bad time? But today, you've let your old flame have his wish. Actually, he was my rival in love!" I told her the story of her and Zhao Ming that my wife had told me before. After Zhao Ming confirmed that she was telling the truth, Zhao Ming laughed and said, "So, I'm the winner! Don't forget, in a couple of days I can let you sleep with my wife! Because she listens to everything I say." After he finished speaking, the three of us couldn't help but burst into laughter.

After laughing, everyone's stomachs started growling. During dinner, we were so engrossed in our fun that we didn't eat much. Plus, we'd used up so much energy earlier. My wife seemed to sense it and got up, saying, "Look how useless I am! You're all starving! You two stay in bed and rest until I've made dinner. What do you want to eat?"

I pulled her back to the bed, hugged her, and said softly, "Sweetheart, I only want to eat you! Okay, no need to cook, just go to the food stall downstairs." "Eat something so we can save more time for you and Zhao Ming to be intimate."

She buried her head in my chest and replied sweetly, "Your mouth is like honey, so sweet and charming, every word you say hits the nail on the head."

When we were all dressed and ready to go out, I immediately realized that this was inappropriate. Many people in society knew about my wife and Zhao Ming's affair years ago. What would it look like if the three of us appeared at a bustling food stall and ate together? Although being licentious and promiscuous behind people's backs was still a matter of privacy, we still had to maintain some face in public. After all, I was a respected figure in society and at work. Thinking of this, I quickly stopped them and expressed my concerns. They also exclaimed that I had been careless. In the end, I went to a food stall next to the central square, got some late-night snacks, and brought them back to eat.

The three of us quickly finished our snacks, regained some energy, and continued flirting. The fire ignited like dry wood, filling the room with spring-like passion; though Zhao Ming was erect, his desire wasn't particularly strong. I, on the other hand, wanted to make love to my wife again, but she said sarcastically, "You should conserve your energy! You'll have to deal with Zhao Ming's wife in a couple of days!" I

laughed and said, "Are you jealous? I've been so generous today, and you're being petty!" I didn't say anything more, but she inserted Zhao Ming's penis into her vagina, without letting him move or ejaculate. After a while, perhaps due to exhaustion, we both fell asleep, sleeping until the sun was high in the sky. Since the next day was a Sunday, we made love again, and after a frenzied session, we breathed heavily for a long time.

Zhao Ming, finally satisfied, got up and dressed. He said to us, "Thank you. I went too far last night, knowing... sigh, it won't happen again."

I quickly said, "No, it's nothing, I..."

Zhao Ming smiled and waved at me, "Wu Hong is a good girl, you should cherish her. Actually, I used to love her so much I was almost crazy. The more I feared losing her, the more I lost her. It was just her, but I admit defeat to you. Alright, you two rest now, I'm leaving. Don't worry, brother, I won't forget our promise."

His wife got out of bed and saw him to the door. They kissed for a while, and then Zhao Ming turned and left.

My wife came home and lay down beside me, whispering guiltily, "Honey, I'm so lewd and shameless, will you still love me?" I pulled her tightly into my arms, "From the day you married me, I've loved you forever." My wife looked at me in surprise, "You've made my sex life so chaotic, don't you really care?"

"I don't care. Honey, as long as we don't ruin each other's families, as long as you like, you can sleep with Zhao Ming or other men, on the condition that you don't make a big deal out of it, you have to consider my feelings, and make sure they won't hurt you or our family." "Really?" My wife was both surprised and delighted, "Honey, I love you!"

Last time, I brought my former rival, my wife's ex-boyfriend—Zhao Ming—home so they could rekindle their post-breakup romance, satisfying their lust once again. They really went at it right in front of me. Some friends said I was perverted, bringing other men home and watching them fuck my wife, saying I'd be better off letting my wife sell her body, at least she could earn some money that way. Actually, my friends don't understand my true intentions at all.

My purpose in doing this wasn't to betray my beloved wife, nor did I want to, especially since I'm not short of money. My real goal was to exploit Zhao Ming's feelings for my wife to deceive him—my rival Zhao Ming's wife. At the time, I thought: My wife has slept with Zhao Ming before; he took her virginity that day and we dated for four years. He probably remembers every single pubic hair on her body, while I don't even know what his face looks like. Is that fair? Doing this would satisfy my wife-swapping thrill, and secondly, it would get me my rival's wife. My wife would cooperate fully to maintain my psychological balance. My biggest idea was that it would be easier for both my wife and me to accept this wife-swapping arrangement because they have a certain emotional foundation. Zhao Ming would definitely be willing to offer his current wife to me for her sake.

Little did I know, my plan backfired. After Zhao Ming and my wife's passionate encounter that night, he never showed up again. Later, I learned that this dishonest man had taken advantage of my magnanimity, secretly taking my wife elsewhere for a month-long affair without ever mentioning changing wives. It was the second month after I brought him home that my wife, perhaps feeling guilty, told me everything when Zhao Ming contacted her again. I was furious, wanting to devour that guy whole. Only after my wife's persuasion and assurances did I calmly consider my next plan. That night, I

had my wife go as planned, and then secretly followed her. Their meeting place was the same Meishan Park I had first followed. This park was in a very secluded location, with many towering trees and low-lying tea bushes under them. During the day, it was a recreational park, but at night it became a favorite spot for couples to whisper sweet nothings and have secret trysts. Couples would hide among the tea bushes, embracing and kissing, even lying on the ground making love and engaging in intimate acts. I followed my wife discreetly until I saw Zhao Ming put her down. Only then did I crouch down behind a clump of small trees nearby. I knew that was their usual meeting place when they were dating.

They began flirting with practiced ease. Zhao Ming, of course, knew my wife's sensitive area was her breasts, and he started by targeting them. Gradually, my wife's legs parted, causing her skirt to open and revealing her small, white thong panties. Her private parts were completely exposed, but since they were already a fake couple in my mind, I calmly decided to spy a little longer, happy to learn as much as possible.

Then, the situation suddenly took a dramatic turn, leaving me stunned with fear: right beside the mountain path, in a tea bush visible to passersby, Zhao Ming, with lightning speed, flipped my wife's skirt up, parted her thighs, and, too lazy to waste time taking off her panties, grabbed the end of her thin, rope-like panties and pulled them aside, placing them between her labia majora and thighs, exposing her entire wet, glistening vulva. He immediately knelt down before her open vulva... He pulled out his zipper between my legs, took out his hard cock, lowered his body, straightened his pelvis, and in the blink of an eye, he inserted it all the way into my wife's vagina. Although it was dark and I couldn't see how much her vulva was wet from the thrusting, the sound told me that it was a continuous "squeak, squeak" symphony of two sexual organs rubbing together. It sounded like the sound of several people running barefoot in the mud, or like the sound of soap suds rubbing against skin during a bath.

They continued their intercourse without a care in the world. Zhao Ming had barely thrust forty or fifty times when I heard a couple talking behind me, getting closer and closer. I was worried that if the couple got closer, they would see Wu Hong and Zhao Ming entangled together. I couldn't wait any longer. I quietly walked forward and patted Zhao Ming on the shoulder, which startled him so much that his penis slipped out of my wife's vagina. He turned around and saw it was me, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. He was about to say something when I stopped him. I pointed to the couple who were almost in front of him, and he understood and put his limp penis back into his pants. My wife, of course, stood up, and there was nothing there. I then realized that this was a common method they used, and a common trick used by many adulterous couples. When someone came while they were having sex, the man would just pull his buttocks back, and the woman would just stand up and let her skirt fall down. Nothing would happen. People who saw them would think they were being intimate and wouldn't see that they were having sex.

I didn't say anything, just gestured for them to come with me, and they obediently followed me home.

Once home, I unleashed a torrent of abuse on Zhao Ming, calling him untrustworthy, dishonest, and so on—I used every nasty insult imaginable. He was thoroughly humiliated, while my wife acted as if nothing had happened, going to the bathroom to wash herself. When I warned him never to touch my wife again, he panicked and quickly promised to give me his wife next week. I stopped then, my tears turning to laughter. Seeing my happiness, he tried to seduce my wife, but I stopped him. I told him seriously that until I had his wife, I would never let him touch Wu Hong again; I would keep a close eye on her. As Zhao Ming slunk away, I hugged my wife and, mimicking Zhao Ming's actions, had sex with him without even taking my pants off.

The next evening, Zhao Ming called and invited my wife and me to his house for dinner. That was the first time I saw Zhao Ming's wife, Yu Fen. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined. Although she came from the countryside, her skin was very fair, without any of the rustic airs often associated with rural people. We got along very well.

Clearly, she didn't recognize us, let alone know about my past relationship with her husband, Wu Hong, yet she was exceptionally warm towards us. Zhao Ming and I were also very happy, and before we knew it, we had both drunk too much. My wife, perhaps moved by the scene, drank even more than I did. As we left, I felt dizzy and unsteady, but she was fine. She vomited all the alcohol she had drunk on me as soon as we stepped outside. In all our years of marriage, she had never drunk so much. I don't know why, but she was also drunk. I couldn't even walk steadily, let alone help her. Yu Fen insisted that her husband take us home, which Zhao Ming, of course, readily agreed to.

Back home, we tossed my wife onto the bed. I told Zhao Ming to watch her, tossed him a basin, and said, "If your wife wants to vomit, she can vomit in here. You sit here for a bit, I'll leave after I shower." Then I rushed to the bathroom to wash off the vomit covering me, and it took me ages to get clean.

When I approached the bedroom, I found my wife practically naked, one leg crossed and the other stretched out. Her super-short skirt could barely cover her almost transparent panties, and a few thick, dark pubic hairs peeked out from under her lace panties. Her legs were spread wide, and I could clearly see a round patch of her discharge in the center of her crotch. Her shoulders were slightly turned, and I could see a small part of her breasts peeking out from under her bra. Through her thin outer garment, I could vaguely see her pink nipples, which looked incredibly sexy in the dim light.

As I walked in, I saw Zhao Ming remove his hand from my wife's breast. Seeing me, he stammered, "Wu Hong's clothes climbed up, I put them down. I'm sorry, I think I'd better leave." He then turned to leave. "No, wait," I heard my own voice, "Don't just leave like that. I think you've been indecent with my wife again, haven't

you?" "No, no, it climbed up by itself," he said hastily. "Did your hand climb up by itself too?" Hearing this, his face flushed red, and he stood there awkwardly. The moment I saw him touch my wife's breast, a strange thought arose in my mind.

I continued, "I know you like my wife, you love her very much, and I know you love your wife very much." He remained silent for a long time, then shook his head, his eyes secretly glancing at my wife's genitals, swallowing hard without answering.

I said, "It's okay, I think it won't hurt to just look, as long as I don't wake her, okay?" I gently untied the shoulder strap of my wife's clothes, pulled down her left shoulder, and slowly pulled it down further, revealing more of her breasts, but not yet her nipples.

"Want to see more?" I asked softly. He nodded silently. I pulled the clothes down further, but when I reached her nipples, they were blocked by her erect nipples. I carefully pulled the clothes up to get past the obstruction.

I noticed that Zhao Ming was now even closer, staring intently at my wife's breasts. "It's okay, you can touch them, but be very gentle." He widened his eyes and moved even closer. He bent down, extending a slightly trembling hand, his other hand on his crotch, as if to maintain his balance, but it was obvious what he was doing. His outstretched hand moved closer and closer to my wife's breasts, until finally—his fingers lightly touched my wife's left nipple and began to gently stroke it.

My wife didn't move. He began gently caressing my wife's breasts, touching one after another.

My wife remained asleep, but her breathing seemed to quicken slightly.

With my permission, Zhao Ming became bolder, increasing the pressure of his hands as he squeezed her breasts, and his crotch grew increasingly swollen. Watching this, I found it amusing. I moved behind my wife, carefully pulling up her short skirt and removing her underwear to expose her buttocks and part of her vulva. Zhao Ming couldn't see this from his position, but I noticed him involuntarily pull down his pants and start masturbating.

I straightened my wife's left leg, revealing her pubic hair and part of her vulva. Seeing me do this, Zhao Ming walked behind me to get a closer look. "Don't get too close," I warned him. "You can only touch her, understand?" He stopped what he was doing and looked at me with great joy. "Great! You can let me... great!" He switched to using his left hand to hold his penis and continued masturbating. Then he reached out his right hand, which he had been using to masturbate, and gently touched my wife's thick, dark pubic hair, getting very close to her vaginal opening. My wife was still asleep, but her breathing became rapid. Zhao Ming began to slide his middle finger back and forth on my wife's labia, while his index finger gently rubbed her clitoris. After a few strokes, my wife's labia seemed to open slightly, and the fragrance of her vagina filled the air. "Ugh! Ugh!" Zhao Ming groaned as he inserted a small section of his little finger into my wife's vagina. As soon as he inserted it, my wife's body trembled slightly, then calmed down. Seeing this, Zhao Ming immediately withdrew his hand. I noticed my wife hadn't woken up yet, but I wasn't sure if what I did might have woken her up.

Zhao Ming looked at me, and I nodded to him. Encouraged, he continued masturbating with his left hand while reaching out with his right to touch my wife's vulva. Sometimes he would part her labia and gently insert a small section of his finger. My wife's buttocks would sometimes respond to his movements, and she would let out a soft moan. Meanwhile, Zhao Ming's left hand continued to masturbate.

Suddenly, I had an idea. I stepped forward and spread my wife's left leg as wide as possible, fully opening her vulva, but still keeping it a distance from Zhao Ming's penis so he couldn't penetrate her. His penis wasn't long to begin with. "Zhao Ming, come here," I said. "You can masturbate here while touching her vagina, but you're not allowed to fuck her, understand?"

He nodded and quickly moved between my wife's legs. He touched my wife's entire vulva with his left hand and masturbated with his right. His penis was about fifteen centimeters away from her vaginal opening. He rubbed her clitoris with his thumb while masturbating intensely. After a while, he masturbated closer and closer until the glans was less than three centimeters away from the opening. My wife also started to twist her hips. Once, when her hips twisted down, her vulva touched Zhao Ming's glans. This made Zhao Ming even bolder. While masturbating, he deliberately let the glans touch my wife's vulva or clitoris at will. Sometimes, he would "accidentally" insert part of the glans into her vulva. After a while, he ejaculated. His semen sprayed all over my wife's pubic hair and labia, and a little sprayed into the vaginal opening and disappeared inside the vagina. He looked at me and whispered, "Thanks, bro. I promise you can have my wife next week?"

I smiled at him, pulled him away, and it was my turn. I moved between my wife's legs, pulled down my pants, and took out my penis. "Zhao Ming, move over a bit. I'm going to pull her to the edge of the bed and fuck her." I whispered to Zhao Ming that I would do as he said. I pulled my wife's legs towards the edge of the bed until her buttocks were on the edge. She didn't wake up, but her breathing was rapid, and her vagina was constantly flowing with a mixture of Zhao Ming's semen and vaginal fluid. I asked Zhao Ming to come over and hold her legs and left buttock so that I could free my hands. When Zhao Ming held my wife's buttocks, I saw him squeeze her buttocks hard.

So I rubbed my penis against my wife's vagina, which was incredibly wet. Her vaginal fluid mixed with Zhao Ming's semen, making it very smooth. I almost ejaculated. I slowly inserted my penis deep into her hot vagina and immediately began thrusting. Although my wife had given birth, her vagina was very tight. After only a dozen or so thrusts, my wife had an orgasm in her sleep! Seeing this, I couldn't hold back either and ejaculated deep into her uterus, and my wife began to moan.

After I pulled out my penis, Zhao Ming put my wife's legs and buttocks back on the bed, then bent down and gently licked my wife's left nipple. He cleaned my wife's vulva with toilet paper before standing up straight. I didn't have the strength to say anything more. I left the room with Zhao Ming. After making countless promises, he went home. I closed the door and returned to the bedroom, lying down next to my wife. I was secretly pleased with myself. If Zhao Ming didn't give in, I would keep him in suspense like this. I didn't believe he wouldn't give my wife to me.

Later I learned that it wasn't that Zhao Ming was breaking his promise; he was afraid his conservative wife, coming from the countryside, wouldn't agree. Finally, the two of us, those two lousy men, came up with a brilliant plan—rape.

Having devised the plan, we put it into action. One weekend evening, knowing his wife usually came home around this time, he had me tie him up with a rope and throw him on the ground. I, wearing a mask and carrying a knife, hid in the shadows waiting for his wife to return. Only ten minutes later, she came back.

She was dressed differently today, wearing an almost transparent black blouse and a short skirt that only covered half her thighs, looking incredibly sexy. Especially her round, full buttocks, paired with her slender waist, and her high, firm breasts—it was enough to make anyone want to swallow hard. Her face was stunningly beautiful, her legs were shapely and long, and her entire body was partially revealed, making my manhood instantly blaze with rage. When she leaped out of the darkness and held a knife to Zhao Ming's neck, she was terrified. So much so that when I threatened to kill Zhao Ming to force her to strip naked, Yu Fen, who deeply loved him, hesitated for a moment and then, with a shy expression, slowly began to undress.

I held my breath, and there before me was her jade-like, snow-white body, vibrant and alluring. When her bra was removed, her two mounds of flesh exuded a delicate fragrance. Her two breasts were not only large and round, but also firm and full, with pink areolas and nipples the size of small grapes, white with a rosy tinge, extremely alluring. When she took off her last pair of panties, a smooth, hairless, plump vulva was so beautiful it made me dizzy. Not only was it plump and white, but it was also completely hairless, smooth, snow-white, and as clean as a fine porcelain piece.

I never imagined that Yu Fen's vulva would be both the most taboo and the most desired hairless "white tiger" for men!

Her bald vulva, completely hairless, white, smooth, plump, revealing two tender red labia minora, was exactly the same as what I often saw in my dreams. I had searched high and low without finding it, and the treasure I had longed for was right before my eyes!

I gazed at this rare and exquisite beauty with utter fascination, my body stiff with desire, my soul practically leaping out of my body. I was almost beyond control, wanting to pounce on her and lick her endlessly. Zhao Ming's cough jolted me awake, and I quickly forced her hands together at knifepoint. Yu Fen closed her eyes in shame, allowing me to feast my eyes on her fragrant, alluring figure. Her face flushed crimson, just like her first time—and truly her first time: the first time she had displayed her secret realm to a man other than her husband, and the man of her rival! Of course, she didn't know the masked man before her was me. I

couldn't resist any longer. I immediately took one nipple into my mouth and began to suckle, while my other hand kneaded, rubbed, and shook the other breast. She was startled, but quickly calmed down. Her breasts were truly magnificent, heavy and full.

At that moment, I heard her heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat. Over there, Zhao Ming was also getting restless; his penis was already erect, and if his hands weren't tied, he would have already started masturbating.

Seeing this, I deliberately changed my voice and said fiercely, "I didn't expect you to love your husband so much. Well, I'll give you a chance to love him even more. You give him oral sex first!"

Actually, all of this was unnecessary. I had only met her once, and she couldn't recognize my voice at all. Yu Fen probably didn't expect things to turn out this way, so she just stared blankly at me. Actually, I had my own plan. I would let her play all sorts of tricks with Zhao Ming in front of others, and then I would have sex with her in front of her husband. This would eliminate her self-esteem and shame, and then we would all be more unrestrained when we played around. Besides, having Zhao Ming have sex with me first would make the young couple feel more comfortable. Of course, Zhao Ming knew that I was already an expert in this area.

At this moment, his wife obediently knelt between his legs, slowly pulling out her husband's penis from his zipper and taking it into her mouth. However, because she had no prior experience with oral sex, she could only hold it in her mouth. After my guidance, she finally learned how to lick and tease a man's penis. At this moment, I saw excitement in Zhao Ming's eyes, and he could

n't help but moan. I moved behind his wife to look at this rare beauty from behind. She was kneeling to take Zhao Ming's penis into her mouth, so her fair buttocks were raised high in the air. Because her hands were tied, she couldn't support her body, so her legs couldn't be properly closed; instead, they were spread wide open. I could clearly see that her smooth labia were completely hairless, with a tiny pink clitoris peeking out from between her fair labia. Her two moist labia were slightly parted, revealing the erotic pink inside. I could feel my heart pounding, and my blood rushing through my veins. Gazing at this precious, secluded spot, I found myself engrossed in my work, licking and licking. Without the constraints of pubic hair, ah! The pleasure was so intense it made my blood boil. My tongue was practically glued to my vulva, unwilling to leave for even a second. I sucked on my labia minora, teasing my clitoris with the tip of my tongue. My past fantasies had actually come true!

Under my teasing, Yu Fen's body began to heat up, her breath came in short gasps, and her buttocks bounced back and forth in front of me. Her beautiful, snow-white breasts swayed back and forth with her movements, and her vagina flowed with a continuous stream of lustful fluid, covering her labia and giving me a fishy smell and a salty taste, as if I had been injected with an aphrodisiac, making me completely intoxicated and disoriented.

Reason still made me give Yu Fen's body to her husband first. I pulled Zhao Ming's penis out of her mouth, held her buttocks, and sat down on her vulva.

At this moment, I squatted behind her, my ten fingers reaching forward to tightly grasp her breasts, raising and lowering her squatting body, pulling my penis out of her vagina and inserting it back in, playing with it with great pleasure. Then she began to automatically masturbate her husband's penis. Seeing her buttocks undulate like waves, the thrusting of my penis caused the large glans to repeatedly pump inside her vagina, scraping out the vaginal fluid with each stroke. Zhao Ming's penis was covered in a white, sticky substance; her labia minora were full of blood, becoming red and hard, like a scabbard enveloping his shaft, yet the shaft refused to remain still, thrusting in and out, even pulling and tugging at the tubular skin of her clitoris.

After touching her breasts enough, I grabbed her head and tilted it back, shoving my penis into her mouth. My thick penis stretched her small mouth to its limit, her lips tightly enveloping the cock. She seemed afraid that I would lose control and thrust all the way in, the glans reaching her throat, making her suffocate. Suddenly, Zhao Ming's body began to convulse; needless to say, streams of semen were now migrating from his body into his wife's.

Exhausted, Zhao Ming collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. It was time for my turn. Ignoring her objections, I knelt between her thighs, lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders. Her peach-like labia were slightly parted, awaiting my invasion. I braced my hands on her waist, stretched her legs back, and as soon as my glans touched the wet opening, I plunged in, my penis slowly exploring this never-before-seen, moist, and mysterious paradise.

The sensation was wondrous; one door after another, the vaginal flaps overlapping, layer upon layer of barriers, seemingly endless. I understood: this exquisite woman possessed not only "external beauty" but also "internal beauty." Her complex structure was the one-in-a-million, often-praised "multiple gates and doors"! Just penetration was already intoxicating; the sensation of thrusting was even more unforgettable, a pleasure that made one forget to return, a pleasure that would last until death. I envied my rival, Zhao Ming, so much.

Before me lay a snow-white vulva, a swollen, red penis inserted in the center. My dark pubic hair was now covered in Zhao Ming's semen and her sticky, white vaginal fluid, a vibrant and alluring sight. With each thrust, the penis rubbed the semen and vaginal fluid into countless bubbles, like tiny air bubbles exhaled by a crab, clinging to the area around the vaginal opening and my penis, accompanied by a "squeaking" sound with each stroke. The tender skin at the entrance of her vagina was exceptionally long; when the penis was pulled outwards, it could be stretched into a half-inch tube of thin skin, tightly wrapping around the penis and following it outwards. Only when the penis thrust inwards again would it obediently retract, waiting for the next thrust.

I looked down at her vulva again, swollen and bulging, rubbing against my thrusts, a sight that evoked both love and pity. My movements pushed her legs forward, raising her buttocks high off the bed, her body bobbing up and down with each thrust, making soft "squeak" sounds, her juices flowing freely. The tightness of her vagina was different from my wife's. My wife's tightness enveloped my entire penis, while hers felt like layers of leather rings, alternately tightening and loosening, gripping my penis. With each thrust, countless labia took turns rubbing against the shaft, creating a dual sensation of squeezing and caressing—a unique and pleasurable feeling.

Savoring this novel sensation, the pleasure intensified, and before I'd even finished half the usual thrusting time, orgasm was on the horizon. My lower abdomen began to contract, my glans began to feel numb, my penis swelled as if it were about to explode, my testicles were squeezed to the base of my penis by my tightly contracting scrotum, and my urethra swelled into a hard tube. I figured I couldn't endure another ten or so thrusts before the large amount of semen inside me, ready to be released at

any moment, would shoot out. At this moment, she also began to get into the mood, her bound hands gripping the sheets tightly, then slowly pulling them towards her side, her lower abdomen was shaking constantly, her whole body muscles were tense, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide. The appetite that her husband had just teased was now being satisfied by me. I used all my strength to thrust hard for another ten or so times, I really couldn't hold back anymore, with a shiver of pleasure, my penis convulsed, and seven or eight streams of semen shot into her vagina and flowed into her uterus.

After ejaculation, the penis would gradually soften, otherwise it could linger in Yu Fen's wonderfully constructed peach blossom cave. To prevent the penis from slipping out, I had to lie on top of her, pressing my pubic bone against her vulva, so that the penis could remain inside for as long as possible. No matter how unwilling I was, I couldn't defy the laws of nature, and the penis was finally squeezed out of her vagina along with the semen.

After the frenzy, everything returned to calm, the rape game was over, and it was time to unveil the truth. When I removed my mask and revealed my true face, I saw Yu Fen's face turn red all the way to her neck. Thinking about how flirtatious she had acted in front of me, she cried shyly. I quickly untied her ropes, not knowing what to do, so I let Zhao Ming go and comfort her.

Just as Zhao Ming was about to comfort her, she pointed at his nose and started cursing, "You beast! You actually let your friend play with your wife! Are you even human? Waaah, waaah..." and started crying again. Even Zhao Ming didn't know what to do; he was speechless. Seeing that he couldn't speak, I told her that Zhao Ming and my wife had an affair, that he had taken her virginity, and that he had given me an incomplete wife, causing our marital relationship to always be strained. I said it was all his fault, and that he was still maintaining an improper relationship with my wife. Of course, I added some of the details. After saying this, I threw all the photos of Zhao Ming and my wife having sex at my house in front of her, making her think that her husband had wronged me first. It worked! She stopped crying and, head down and blushing, started cleaning up the mess on the floor.

The storm was over, the barrier between us had been broken, and our relationship with Zhao Ming and his wife became closer. From then on, we played the wife-swapping game with Zhao Ming and his wife at least two or three times a month. We tried all sorts of sexual positions, and both wives cooperated very well, being very obedient to us. We did it wherever it felt most exciting: the bathroom, the kitchen, the balcony, the outdoors. Once, the four of us even had sex at Yufen's tailor shop. When my wife was on her period, I would stay at Zhao Ming's house, and when Yufen was on her period, he would come to my house to sleep. That way, we wouldn't have to bother my wife during her period. We all had a great time, especially my wife and Yufen, who became like sisters who could talk about anything. We maintained this relationship for a long time.

Last year, Zhao Ming's company was struggling, and his salary was reduced by 60%, leaving him with only a couple hundred yuan a month. Yu Fen's tailor shop also saw a decline in business due to increased customer traffic, leading to financial difficulties for them. With no other option, they left their third-grade son with Zhao Ming's mother and went south to work. They were gone for a year. Occasionally, they would call to say hello, just for a brief chat. They told me they were working in a factory in Fujian, but looking at the photos Yu Fen sent back, adorned with gold and silver, I couldn't believe she was working in a factory. Later, someone in the know told me that while working as a hostess at a nightclub in Xiamen, Yu Fen caught the eye of a Taiwanese man in his sixties and became his mistress. Zhao Ming rented a room near where Yu Fen and the Taiwanese man lived. When bored, he would play cards, and if needed, he would call. Yu Fen would then sneak out, give him some money, and then leave quickly to continue with the old Taiwanese man. When the Taiwanese guy returned to Taiwan, they could finally have some fun in the villa he bought for Yu-fen.

I never imagined that the depraved Zhao Ming would let his wife accompany a slovenly old man in his sixties. Perhaps it's all thanks to me that Zhao Ming did this? This is God's punishment for the man who took my wife's virginity.

Now, whenever he's bored, Zhao Ming calls to chat with me and flirt with my wife. Of course, we can't expose them on the phone, so we just tell them to come back as soon as they've made enough money. Actually, my wife and I have already discussed it and decided we'll never swap partners with them again. Who knows, Zhao Ming's prostitute wife might bring us some disastrous STDs. Zhao Ming said they're planning to come back during the Spring Festival. I'm thinking of finding another partner for us to swap with before they return. Are you all interested?

If so, contact us. We'll go to your place during the Spring Festival to avoid them. My wife's condition is: the man has to be pleasing to the eye. Mine is easy to agree with, as long as the woman is at least somewhat presentable. We don't like promiscuous women!

Panting, I lay on my wife's plump, white body, letting my penis shrink inside her vagina. My wife also lazily spread her plump, white thighs and lay on the bed. Neither of us wanted to say anything more. Anyway, we've been married for six years, and the passion of our honeymoon is long gone.

On the contrary, my wife and I both knew it was pointless because my sperm was abnormal and I was definitely infertile.

Having sex twice a week felt like doing homework—lacking passion and substance. But I loved my wife very much, and she loved me too. We were college classmates and had a strong emotional foundation. Not having children was something our desire grew stronger with age.

After a few minutes, I finally climbed off my wife's sexy, white body. My penis had shrunk to almost nothing, and thin semen trickled from between her slightly parted labia. My wife instinctively closed her spread legs a little.

I rolled over and lay down beside her, letting out a long sigh, and said, "Let's have a child, shall we?"

"Adopt one?" my wife replied softly.

"Adopting a child that isn't your own flesh and blood, there's no blood relation, right?"

"Then what do you do?"

"Yeah!" I sighed and said, "How about artificial insemination?"

My wife turned to me and said, "Artificial insemination? I don't know what kind of sperm donor we have, or if the child will be healthy. What if it's sperm from a migrant worker or a vagrant?"

"That's true! But what else can we do besides that?"

A long silence filled the bedroom. Neither my wife nor I spoke, and the air felt heavy.

"How about... how about we find one ourselves?" I hesitated for a long time before finally saying it.

"What? We find one ourselves? What do you mean?" My wife looked at me in surprise.

I turned and hugged my wife's naked body, whispering in her ear, "Let's find a handsome man!"

After saying that, I felt my penis getting hard.

"You mean..."

My wife looked at my face and said, "That... how can that be... ah..." A blush rose on my wife's face.

"Why not? At least we have a choice! And..." I said, feeling my penis harden, "And it can break our mundane married life!"

"You're so naughty!..." My wife blushed and playfully punched me, noticing my erection. "You're excited about letting your wife have someone else! You're so naughty..."

she said, but quickly grabbed my penis with her small hands and rubbed it vigorously.

I was already incredibly excited, completely free of the initial repression. I hugged my sexy wife tightly and caressed her passionately, saying, "Aren't threesomes and group sex popular online these days? We can do that too! Not only can I give you pleasure, but we can also have a sperm donation!"

As I imagined letting another man penetrate my wife, then ejaculating my hot semen into her body, and finally combining that thick semen with my wife's body, my penis hardened even more.

I immediately rolled over on top of her, parted her rounded thighs, and found that her genitals were also wet. I couldn't tell if it was the semen that had been ejaculated inside her that had leaked out, or fresh vaginal fluid. At that moment, I didn't care about that anymore. I grabbed my penis and pressed it against my wife's slightly parted labia, using the very lubricating wetness of her vaginal opening to thrust in.

Instantly, I felt that my wife's vagina seemed even wetter and hotter than usual, and the tighter the grip was. I imagined my wife being pinned down and wildly violated, and my desire surged.

My wife also seemed exceptionally excited. I wondered if she was already imagining me as another man violating her. Her tender vagina had already begun to clench and rub against my penis, much more forcefully than usual, and very wet and hot. Soon, my wife let out excited moans.

"Ah...ah...you're so hard now!...harder..."

Hearing my wife's wanton moans, I became even more excited and increased the intensity of my thrusts.

My wife's usual demeanor was dignified and elegant, but now she was like a harlot, completely unlike her usual self. Her moans turned into groans, her pretty face flushed, her eyes moist, and she stretched out her arms to embrace me. Her little hole secreted moist love juice, allowing me to thrust even harder.

I was also very excited. As my wife's little hole rubbed and rubbed my thick, hard penis, my glans gradually became itchy, and a tingling sensation spread throughout my body. I held her tightly, and with a surge of heat from my glans, I finally ejaculated all my semen.

My wife's cervix was hot, and the semen was scalding. The tender flesh inside her vagina squeezed and clenched repeatedly. Her upper arms tightly hugged my body, and her legs clamped around my waist, making me unable to move. I knew she must be fantasizing about other men raping her and reaching an extreme orgasm.

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