Shared happiness

My wife's due date is only two months away, but my work is becoming increasingly demanding, constantly
taking me all over the country. I don't have much time to spend with her, and I feel incredibly guilty. When I'm away on business, my local friends inevitably
try to "show their hospitality," but out of personal habit, I politely decline each time.

Leaving behind the hustle and bustle of the city at dusk and seeing off my chattering friends, the Shenzhen midnight is exceptionally quiet.
Lying alone in my hotel bed, I think of my wife, who is thousands of miles away. Those
experiences buried deep in our memories flash through my mind.

My wife and I have been married for three years. Actually, because our parents live in other cities,
we started living together shortly after we met. From my single dormitory to hers, we've always lived a nomadic
life, often leaving each other's warm bodies in the middle of the night because our roommates weren't always compatible
. Perhaps it's precisely because we haven't had enough time and opportunity to enjoy sex that we cherish our
time together so much—seizing every opportunity to make love.

After more than two years of this, our financial situation began to improve, so we decided to get
married. The first thing we needed to do was rent a place. Our requirements weren't high: an apartment building with our own kitchen and bathroom
.

Lin was my classmate, a native of this large northern city. His family owned a well-off two-bedroom apartment, simply
furnished. When I told him about my plans, he
gave me the keys at a very low price, essentially renting it out, stating that I could live there until he needed it for his wedding (he was
an only child, and his parents owned an even larger house).

What followed was the typical experience for most people: buying furniture and appliances, decorating the new house, arranging the wedding banquet,
premarital checkups, and getting the marriage certificate. After two or three months of busy work, my wife and I finally became a legally married couple, moving into a
home that, while not entirely our own, was warm and cozy enough. We could sleep soundly together every day
, enjoying sex anytime without worrying about someone knocking on the door in the middle of the night.

Our happy life slowly lost its luster with the passage of time; we had enough time and resources, but less
desire. Gradually, we started using the internet. My wife would usually sit in
front of the computer after dinner every night, chatting with friends in the virtual world, while I would rewatch TV channels over and over again.

I can't remember which night it was, but we were making love in bed, a love that had become less frequent, when the phone
rang. It was a strange man calling. I thought it was a wrong number and hung up. But less than a minute later
, he called again. This time, my wife answered. She and the other person said something very ambiguous on the phone, and then she told me that it was
one of her online friends, from out of town, who wanted to hear us making love. I was furious. I refused and scolded my wife.
The desire I had felt half a minute earlier vanished.

My wife, seemingly both sensible and bored, went to sleep. I, however, remained immersed in the emotions of the moment
, unable to fall asleep. My mind replayed the image of a man listening to us make love while masturbating, even
imagining him joining us in the end. As I thought about it, my anger suddenly transformed into a vague excitement
.

In the dim light, I looked at my sleeping wife's still beautiful face. Slowly, I lifted the blanket slightly.
Her round, firm breasts and graceful figure were still alluring; her fair skin was like tofu. Then, my wife
turned over, her back to me. Her soft, plump buttocks created a small hill under the thin blanket. I placed my hand on it
, the touch turning into a gentle caress. The warm, moist sensation emanating from her buttocks reminded me of the interrupted intimacy
.

At this moment, my wife was awakened by my movements and obediently stuck her buttocks out slightly. My hand
could easily trace over her vagina and anus. My wife liked it when I did this to her; she said this position felt like being seduced and was
slightly wild. The instant I replaced my fingers with my penis and inserted it from behind, my wife's soft, short moans
turned into a long, satisfied "Aww!"

...

After cleaning up the mess and lying back in bed, we both felt that this was the most satisfying time we'd had in a long time
. My wife asked me what was the reason, and I said it was probably because I'd rested well these past few days. Actually, I knew in my heart that this
might not be the most important reason, because during sex, an
image of a strange man having sex with my wife often appeared in my mind, and every time this image flashed through my mind, I would become extremely excited, even uncontrollably
wanting to ejaculate. It was like a burning fire, and each appearance of that image was like adding fuel to the fire.

I didn't tell my wife about this feeling because I felt it might be perverted and depraved. However
, after that, I seemed to rediscover my lost passion. The frequency and quality of our sex life significantly improved
. I knew it was that non-existent stranger who had helped us.

Time passed, spring turned to autumn, and during those six months, I unintentionally came across works about wife-swapping,
and became completely engrossed, obsessed with articles and websites related to it. My wife discovered this "hobby" of mine,
blushing and scolding me for being interested in such things. I said I was just browsing randomly, and half-jokingly asked her if she would
like to play with other couples. She immediately said no without even thinking, but after a while, she said those were all fake
, and no one would do that in real life.

That informal conversation gave me the feeling that my wife had left a "lifeline." From then on, I
no longer hid my browsing of these websites from my wife, sometimes even dragging her along to watch, and even discussing it with other couples. My
wife was slowly drawn in by me, and agreed that if there were suitable couples, they might as well try it.

Later, we met with several couples. My wife was indifferent, but I became hesitant. After
all, I had received years of traditional education, and this kind of thing wasn't accepted by mainstream society.

"I think that guy is nice," my wife said to me one evening after meeting the husband of one of the couples
. They were friends we'd known for a long time and had exchanged photos with. That night was our
first meeting. We agreed that the men and women would meet separately, not together. After a polite
exchange with the wife, I went home, and my wife arrived less than an hour later.

"We had a good chat," my wife said.

"Did you do anything?" I asked.

"Didn't we agree that nothing could happen between us?" my wife said.

"I mean, was there any physical contact?" I said. My wife smiled shyly and whispered, "
He touched me in the taxi."

It turned out that my wife had been driven home by that husband. In the back seat of the taxi, the husband touched my wife's
breasts and buttocks. When he tried to touch my wife's vagina, she refused, afraid that his hands were unclean.

"Did you touch him?" I asked.

"I touched him there," my wife answered.

"Where?" I asked.

"His penis." My wife buried her face in my chest. This was only the second man's penis she had touched in over 20 years
.

"It's quite big, and it's already wet," my wife said in an almost inaudible voice. At that moment, my heart almost
jumped into my throat.

"How did things go?" my wife asked me after a while. I told my wife everything, that we were very well-behaved, and
that the woman was very quiet.

That night, we made love passionately in bed.

A few days later, we met at a coffee shop as agreed. The coffee shop was
very close to a nearby five-star hotel. We agreed that if everyone agreed on this meeting, we would actually have sex, and
neither of us wanted to arrange our first time in an undesirable place.

That day, both wives dressed up deliberately. Compared to their radiant wives, the two husbands
were the kind of people who would be easily lost in a crowd. As a result, when we walked through the hotel lobby, we received many
strange looks (perhaps because we felt guilty).

(II)

The conditions of the five-star hotel in the northern city were at most equivalent to a four-star hotel in the south, especially in Guangdong. The room was very
small, and it felt a bit crowded for four people. Since it was our first time, we were all a little at a loss at the crucial moment
, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. To ease the atmosphere, we decided to use a game of taking off clothes while playing cards, which we had seen online
. The other couple even went out to buy a deck of cards for this purpose.

Out of consideration for the women, we husbands deliberately lost the first two or three rounds, each of us
stripping down to almost nothing but one or two pieces of clothing. Later, the two women took turns losing, then awkwardly undressed.

When it was my wife's turn to lose and take off her bra, the atmosphere was much more natural than at the beginning. Since
it was the first time she had removed almost her last shred of modesty in front of another man, my wife suggested going to the bathroom to undress
and wrap herself in a towel before coming out, and we agreed.

When my wife came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a not-so-wide towel, her fair,
delicate skin and graceful body were even more alluring than when she was only wearing underwear. At this point, there was no
need to continue the next round of poker; the other husband's penis was already hard, and
some clear fluid was faintly leaking from the urethral opening of his bright red penis.

"Look at you, so pathetic," the other wife playfully slapped her husband lightly.

“Look at her, you should loosen up a bit and take your clothes off!” the husband said to his wife.

“I need to go to the bathroom to take them off too,” the wife replied, standing up and heading towards the bathroom.

After she went in, I exchanged a glance with the husband and followed her in, understanding the unspoken message.

The bathroom door wasn't locked. Pushing it open, I found the wife hadn't taken her clothes off, but was staring
blankly at the mirror. She seemed to have known I'd come; she didn't show surprise, just a faint, bitter smile. I
asked her if she was unwilling. She said it wasn't entirely true, but she felt it was somewhat depraved, yet she wanted to try
it, and she was conflicted. To be honest, at that moment, I felt the same way, on the verge of giving up
.

“Are you counting money in there?” Actually, wife-swapping is easy to talk about and imagine, but putting it into practice
requires so much more than just courage. Looking back now, if it weren't for the husband's teasing outside
, I think I might have really given up.

I can't remember what the husband said next, but the wife, upon hearing it, slowly reached out her hand to
me: "Help me untie this." As I took off her bra, I noticed goosebumps rising on her skin.
When I reached for her panties, she not only didn't stop me, but also pulled down my panties as well.

In the actual process of wife-swapping, both parties taking off their last piece of clothing might be
more important than the subsequent sexual intercourse—being truly naked brings a sense of liberation; all morality and tradition
are thrown aside along with the clothes.

At this moment, the bathroom door opened, revealing the wife wrapped in a bath towel and
the other woman's husband, already completely naked. Seeing this, the wife blushed. Then, the other woman's husband seized the opportunity to untie
my wife's bath towel, revealing her full breasts to everyone.

"Your wife has a really good figure," said the other woman's wife. Compared to my wife's breasts,
the other woman's breasts were indeed smaller.

Immediately afterward, the other man's husband buried his head in my wife's chest,
repeatedly rubbing her breasts with his face, lips, and nose. My wife glanced at me helplessly and then closed her eyes.

I took the other man's wife's hand and walked out of the restroom. As we passed them, my wife let out a groan
. How familiar that groan was! In the past, that groan belonged only to me, but now, right before my eyes,
being played with by another man, my wife's groan sounded more like a cry for help.

At that moment, the distance between us was practically measured in millimeters; I could even
feel his pubic hair prickling my skin as we walked past him.

My wife's groan came from the other man's teasing of her nipples. He was sucking on one, twisting
the other with his hand, and pulling at my wife's underwear with his other hand. At that moment, I suddenly thought of many
stories I had heard in the past about husbands risking their lives to protect their wives from being humiliated by other men, while I, or rather we,
went to great lengths to give our wives to other men to have sex with, and even "enjoyed" it from the sidelines. It was truly perverted;
scoundrels were a thousand times worse than us.

However, there was no turning back now. I had no choice but to grit my teeth and continue. Amidst my wife's increasingly intense
moans, I went to the bed with the other woman.

She pulled back the covers, crawled in, and covered her head. I think her psychological pressure
was probably no less than mine. In the bathroom, my wife and the other woman's husband had already closed the door, and the sound of running water could
be heard.

Only the two of us remained in the room. I lifted the covers and crawled in, carefully caressing the other woman's wife
. She slowly went from instinctively flinching to gradually cooperating, but my mind wasn't on the bed
; it was in the bathroom.

"Let's have fun, don't worry about them," the other woman seemed to sense my thoughts, or perhaps she was
saying to herself. She sat up on the bed, smoothed her hair, and buried her head between my legs. Due to
the immense psychological pressure, my penis was still soft, but under her caresses, it slowly began to harden. My
hand gently stroked the wife's buttocks, slowly moving closer to her vulva. Her labia majora were small, and I could easily feel
the vaginal opening, which was dry and looked very clean.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and the other woman's husband came out first, glancing at us and smiling as
a greeting. My wife followed, wrapped in a towel. I didn't dare look at her expression, so I turned my gaze
to the other woman.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the husband remove my wife's towel, then lay her down on the bed. He climbed
on top of her, lingering briefly at her chest before straddling her legs. My wife's moans
resumed.

Feeling somewhat neglected towards the woman beside me, I moved her buttocks closer, intending to give her oral sex. Suddenly,
she spat out my penis, turned around, and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, there won't be anything else
. We haven't had sex for over two weeks."

Her genitals were smooth, her pubic hair freshly shaved. It was clear this woman had
prepared carefully for this exchange, because during our previous online conversations, I had mentioned that I didn't like women with excessive pubic hair
.

She turned back to continue giving me oral sex, and I buried my face between her legs; we were in a standard 69
position. After a while, the woman started making "ooh" sounds, and finally couldn't hold back any longer
, spitting out my penis and moaning ecstatically, while her fluids flowed into my mouth.

As my face left the woman's buttocks, my wife and the other woman's husband were now in a 69
position, my wife on top. From my angle, I could clearly see her licking the man's glans
, while he was licking her anus. The man had a darker complexion, while my wife was very fair; the two of
them were intertwined like two worms.

The other woman seemed unwilling to "appreciate" the scene around her. After helping me put on my condom, she squatted
on my penis, guided it to her vaginal opening, and gently sat down, inserting most of my penis into
her vagina. She then began to move up and down, her eyes closed, moaning softly.

After playing in this position for a while, I pressed her down, whispered in her ear, and asked her
how my penis felt. She said it felt good, and the head was particularly big.

Meanwhile, the foreplay wasn't over; they had simply switched positions. My wife was touching
the man's anus while simultaneously sucking and swallowing his penis. I had just thrust a few times into that wife when
my wife and the other man's husband started getting down to business. The husband parted my wife's legs and slowly pushed his penis
inside. His penis was indeed large; the head wasn't very big, but it was longer than mine, and at least a third of it
remained outside after penetration.

At this moment, the entire room was filled with the moans of the two wives, rising and falling.

(III)

My wife's moans were in a "whoosh" tone, while the other wife's were "hmm" sounds.
Comparatively, my wife's moans were louder. Later, almost the entire room was filled with her moans and
the "slap slap" sounds of flesh colliding. I thought that if there were people in the next room or in the hallway, they would definitely

hear everything clearly

.

At that time, I was a little scared and wanted to remind them to be quieter, but I didn't want to disturb their enjoyment. Moreover, seeing
how uninhibited they were, I felt that I was being overly cautious. So I let them be!

Here, beneath me, the other man's wife was already somewhat aroused, thrusting her hips to meet my thrusts, her
hands kneading her small breasts, a strand of hair falling across her face, the end tucking into her half-open mouth.

After a while in this position, she opened her eyes and told me she couldn't reach orgasm in this position. She then
"released" my penis from her vagina, rolled over, knelt on the bed, her buttocks raised, her head and one
arm propped on the pillow. I penetrated her from behind, holding her buttocks with both hands.

This position is less strenuous for men, but I dared not do it easily because it was extremely stimulating; I might not be able
to hold back ejaculation after a few thrusts. Sure enough, after only a dozen or so thrusts, I couldn't control myself. She noticed my reaction,
repeatedly shouting, "Don't ejaculate! Don't ejaculate! Wait a moment..." Her other hand began to stroke her clitoris, but
I couldn't control myself anymore, thrusting hard a few times before ejaculating profusely.

The other man's wife certainly didn't want the sex to end without an orgasm, so she tried her best
to engage as I ejaculated, increasing the intensity and frequency of her hand movements. But my uncooperative penis was already
starting to go limp, and after a dozen or so thrusts, it was "squeezed" out by her increasingly tight vagina.
The owner of the vagina reluctantly gave up.

For any man, not being able to bring the woman he's having sex with to orgasm is a failure, regardless of
who that woman is.

"I'm sorry," I said, filled with guilt.

"It's okay, it's not your fault. You did a great job. I rarely have orgasms." I didn't know if
she was telling the truth or just trying to comfort me.

I turned my head to the other bed, where my wife and the other man's husband had switched to the woman-on-top position.
My wife was fully enjoying the man's penis, gasping for breath after each moan. I knew
she was completely absorbed.

The man was physically strong and skilled with women. He first lay there, caressing
the woman's large breasts as she swayed on top of him, then arched his back, rubbing his mouth against her nipples. Each time this happened
, my wife's moans intensified. Watching this scene I had fantasized about so many times, I felt no
excitement, only extreme disappointment. I just wanted them to finish quickly, and even considered
pulling my wife off the man.

"Help me touch it!" the other woman pleaded, her face flushed.
One hand continued to caress her genitals, while the other began to touch my penis. To be honest, I had no interest
in her, but due to her request, I could only masturbate her.

After a while, she seemed to realize my indifference, stood up, and went straight to the bathroom. On the other bed, my
wife was already being fucked by the other woman's husband, her ass sticking out.

(Later, my wife told me that the husband had actually ejaculated while they were performing oral sex in the bathroom
, but his penis hadn't gone soft. A few months later, a group of friends were chatting, and someone mentioned the benefits of using Viagra
, one of which was that the penis could remain erect for a long time after ejaculation. We don't know if the husband had
"prepared" beforehand.)

Getting back to the point, the scene in the room had now become me lying alone on the bed watching them have sex, feeling
a little awkward. The other woman's husband glanced at me, smiled amicably, and then defiantly looked
away from me, continuing to concentrate on his "work."

Almost at the same time that the other woman's husband's gaze left me, my wife raised her head and began to look
at me. She seemed a little surprised that I was now alone, and I could tell that she wasn't as
excited as before. She stopped moaning and just rhythmically responded to the man's penetration from behind.

I glanced at her a few times and then went over, sitting down in front of my wife. She was covered in sweat. I helped her brush
the hair that was hanging down in front of her eyes, but because her body was swaying back and forth with the man behind her, my efforts
were almost useless; those few strands of hair hanging in front of her eyes were still swaying there.

"Let's play with your sister-in-law together, let her have some real pleasure too." At this moment, the other man's husband, while
mechanically thrusting behind my wife, asked for my opinion. I hesitated for a moment; my mind
was already in a daze, and I hadn't fully understood what the other man was saying. At this moment, my wife had already
taken my penis into her mouth.

If there had been a camera at this moment, it would definitely have been a classic scene—my wife's mouth filled with my penis, and another
man behind her was fucking her hard. At that moment, all three of us were somewhat aroused by the scene. My penis began
to awaken, and my wife, with my penis in her mouth, made a sound almost like a sob.
The man who was having sex with my wife from behind also increased the frequency of his movements and let out low growls; he had also ejaculated.

When the man collapsed onto my wife's back, judging from her expression, I knew she
hadn't had an orgasm. Later, when my wife talked to me, it confirmed this. She said she
felt like she was about to have an orgasm that day, but then somehow it disappeared. Her thoughts were similar to mine; she felt bored and just wanted it
to end quickly.

As the other husband left my wife's body, my penis went from being half-erect to completely limp
. My wife freed my penis from her mouth, turned over, and fell into the other husband's arms.

Only then did I remember that there was another woman in the bathroom. I

pushed open the door and went in. The other woman had finished washing and was drying herself. Seeing me come in, she
handed me a towel: "Help me dry my back." As she spoke, she turned her back to me.

Sometimes, women are truly unpredictable, especially in such a particular setting. I felt
that only the man she loved would have the privilege of such an opportunity, but now it was my turn—a
sexual partner who hadn't even brought her to orgasm. However, this job allowed me to take a closer look at the
woman I had just made love to for the first time.

Her skin was as delicate as my wife's, she was slender, and her not-so-full breasts seemed large enough on her body. She had
a pert bottom, two shapely and straight legs, and a very attractive and delicate face.

To be honest, I could only recall some outlines of that woman; if I didn't look at a photograph,
I wouldn't recognize her even if I walked down the street.

After I finished wiping her down, she asked if I wanted to wash up. I said no, I'd go home and wash up; at that moment, all I wanted
was to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Outside, my wife was already dressed, and the other woman's husband had crawled into bed, lit a cigarette, and
was chatting idly with my wife. Seeing my wife and me come out, the husband politely said, "Your wife
said she wants to go home. I was hoping we could have dinner together."

I said, "Thank you, no need. Let's have dinner together another time if we have the chance." After exchanging a few pleasantries, I
put the room fee we were supposed to split on the table, said goodbye to this couple who were the only ones we had ever interacted with,
and left the hotel with my wife.

(IV)

If I remember correctly, my wife and I didn't say a word on the way home from the hotel. I
wanted to say something, but I couldn't find the words. I glanced at my wife at the red light; her face was turned towards the window
. When we parked, my wife told me to go upstairs first while she went to buy something. I wanted to go with her, but she refused.

Standing under the shower in my own bathroom, my feelings were very complicated. I couldn't tell if it was regret or something else. I didn't
dare to relive the scene in the hotel. Just thinking about it made me feel like my heart was filled with mixed emotions.

At that moment, my phone rang. It was my classmate Lin, the real owner of the house we had stayed in. He works as a tour guide at
a travel agency. He recently had a group going to Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand, and he had a free round-trip ticket to Thailand. He asked
if I'd like to join his group. I said I'd discuss it with my wife later and hung up.

The second time I left the restroom, my wife was already back; I could tell from the pile of things by the door that she...
I just went grocery shopping. After taking off my coat, my wife took a blanket from the closet, lay down on the sandpit, and covered her head
. I asked her if she wanted me to cook now, but she said she wanted to lie down for a while.

I wandered around the room for a bit, feeling bored, and then started preparing dinner. I had been relatively free during that period
, so my cooking skills had improved significantly; my wife's favorite dish is my braised eggplant.

By the time I finished the preparations, it was already dark. My wife was breathing evenly on the sandpit
; she had fallen asleep. I didn't want to wake her, so I sat on another sandpit reading and waited for her to wake up.
The only sounds in the room besides my wife's breathing and the occasional rustling of my pages were the ringing of the phone, which startled me
and woke my wife.

"It's Lin," my wife said, handing me the phone. Lin said we absolutely had to give him an answer within three days.

I relayed Lin's good intentions to my wife again, and she said irritably, "Thailand is a paradise for you men
, you should go." I said, "I've heard there are quite a few male prostitutes in Thailand, you won't regret it." My wife
huffed reproachfully, "You're always thinking about these things." I joked with her a few more times, and the atmosphere
eased from the previous awkwardness.

I suddenly remembered that my company needed me to go on a business trip to an important client's place, and the timing
conflicted with Lin's tour group, so I suggested that my wife simply go and relax. After all, she was quite familiar with Lin. My wife cheered up, politely declined
for a moment, but her heart was already in Thailand.

We had some drinks at dinner, but neither of us mentioned what happened that afternoon. Lying in bed, my wife buried her head in my chest
and hugged me tightly for a while, then sighed and said, "We agreed that what
happened today wouldn't affect our relationship."

"Of course," I said.

My wife kissed me, hugged me tightly again, and whispered, "You had your fun this afternoon, but I
didn't reach orgasm." Then she started rubbing her breasts against my chest.

While stroking her in return, I deliberately said, "I saw you enjoying yourself with that guy
, and he was pretty good too." My wife said, "You're so naughty!" and started licking my already
hard penis.

After my wife reached orgasm while on top of me, we took a bath together. While I was
washing her genitals, my wife said that both her holes were swollen, which surprised me—it turned out that
the man had also fucked her anus. My wife said that the man had done it while on top, and I also remembered that for
a moment, the man had almost folded my wife up, but I hadn't paid much attention at the time. My wife said that the man
was fucking her anus then.

I'd had anal sex with my wife two or three times, but because my penis was too big, it always hurt her a lot, and
she bled, feeling uncomfortable for several days. So we completely stopped. Unexpectedly, my first time swapping partners was with
another man.

My wife said she thought that man's penis wasn't as big as mine, so it wouldn't hurt, and in fact,
she did feel quite good. She said that man's penis was too long, and during intercourse
, it reached places my penis couldn't reach before. It hurt a little at first, but then it got better.

My wife admitted that although she didn't reach orgasm, she enjoyed it, but she didn't want to do it again
: "I think one experience is enough."

I agree with my wife's thinking. Indeed, some things should be experienced only briefly, and wife swapping is no exception. Online,
I've discussed the real mentality of men during wife swapping with some like-minded people. Most people's biggest
psychological expectation is actually seeing their wives being played with by other men, not wanting to use this opportunity to sleep with other women.

Therefore, even one instance of this practice can satisfy a man's sexual psychological needs for a considerable period
.

(Whether frequently participating in wife-swapping activities is truly meaningless, I have no experience and cannot comment.)

Despite our confident assurances, before actually engaging in wife-swapping, my wife and I were most worried about
the psychological impact it would have on us, whether we could bear the reality, and how
we would cope with each other in our future lives.

It should be said that we successfully navigated the most difficult few hours after the wife-swapping session. Looking back,
while wife-swapping didn't strengthen our marital relationship as many people claim (our relationship was already very good), it
certainly added some spice to our sex life and laid the foundation for my wife's later openness regarding sexuality
.

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