Wife-swapping group sex

Since my wife married me, she's stopped going to nightclubs and other social venues. I know she doesn't want to have too much contact with men and wants to be the only woman I'll ever have. I try my best to accommodate her. Although I knew she had sexual relationships with her two ex-boyfriends before we started dating, I never held it against her or looked down on her. I still loved and cherished her, so I never asked about or brought up her past.

Until one day, I saw content about wife-swapping and group sex online and was amazed by those exciting activities. But I always felt that they were just stories made up to attract lewd people and never believed they were real.

Yet, despite this disbelief, I became obsessed with novels about wife-swapping and group sex, frantically searched for articles on the subject, and met some netizens online. I discovered that there were many others like her online, and gradually I completely accepted these views, believing that it was one of the normal forms of sex.

That period was strange. I felt very little sexual stimulation from myself, but the sexual stimulation and satisfaction from my wife gave me a tremendous impact and satisfaction. For example, the thought of exposing my wife to other men, or letting her be intimate with other men, often excited me more than having sex with her myself. It seemed that my sexual pleasure was entirely dependent on her.

From then on, I started imagining how my wife was deflowered and had sex with her ex-boyfriend. I imagined my wife naked, pinned to the bed, a slippery, hard object inserted between her legs, enduring the act of intercourse. I even wanted to witness my wife being violated by another man. Every time I thought about these things, a strange and unprecedented excitement and stimulation would arise within me. Even in the street, my penis would become incredibly hard.

So, when I told my wife about these thoughts, she looked at me with a lewd gaze and said I was addicted to the internet and had a psychological problem. I wasn't swayed by her opposition. Instead, I secretly started searching online for like-minded people. My QQ contacts were mostly gay men I'd met on pornographic forums.

After communicating with them, I gradually came to believe that most of those so-called wife-swapping novels were based on reality, many of them on the authors' personal experiences. Of course, some authors wrote them for gratification and psychological satisfaction; I myself had posted such novels. While

I was desperately searching for sincerity, I accidentally met a netizen named "Shell." After chatting with him for a long time, we finally discussed wife-swapping. Unexpectedly, we both had this idea. We exchanged photos of each other's wives, but didn't take any further action. Because at that time, everything I did was my own idea, done without my wife's knowledge, so I didn't dare to do anything rash. Therefore, I rarely appeared online, and that's how we lost contact.

During this time, I didn't give up. Instead, I did a lot of work on my wife... even tirelessly asking her how she met her ex-boyfriends, how long they knew each other, and how they got together. At first, she wouldn't say anything, but later she told me everything, including where and how they first did it. Strangely, I wasn't jealous at all; on the contrary, I was incredibly excited.

I started bringing up the topic of wife-swapping again, and gradually she went from being incomprehensible to acquiescing. My wife is the kind of virtuous and obedient woman, so I went even further, getting to know some netizens from Beijing, Shanghai, and Jiangsu, and reaching a consensus with them. Unfortunately, we lived too far apart, so things often fell through at the crucial moment.

Six months after contacting "Beike," I gradually forgot about him. Plus, he kept changing his online name, and I almost forgot our promises. Just two weeks before this year's May Day holiday, he suddenly reappeared on my QQ and brought up old topics, leaving me somewhat confused because he had changed his online name. (To protect his privacy, I cannot reveal his real online name; let's call him "Shell" for now!)

This time, I was bolder, and it was this daring act that led me to actually experience a wife-swapping game, giving my wife and me an unprecedented level of excitement and thrill. The following is my wife-swapping experience with "Shell":

After chatting with him for five minutes, he told me he was the former "Shell," and I finally recalled the experience. Just as we were about to get down to business, he told me he had to go out. Before I could even close the chat window, he messaged me again, asking who I was. Completely bewildered, I didn't know what he was up to, but he told me I was "Shell's" wife.

I didn't believe this story at all; pranks like this are common online, so I didn't take it seriously. Unexpectedly, she asked to chat with me via voice chat, and my eyes lit up – there was a chance!

But my wife and son were right there, so I didn't accept. Instead, I asked her to turn on her video so I could see if she was a man or a woman. When she turned on her video, a woman in her late twenties appeared on my computer screen. After she showed me a photo I had given to my wife six months ago, I was certain she was "Shell's" wife. I eagerly started chatting with her, and we quickly became good friends. She gave me her QQ number, and from that day on, she became almost my only chat buddy.

Just as we were engrossed in our conversation, one night after nine o'clock, a man in his early thirties wearing glasses appeared on the video. He told me he was my online friend "Shell," and that I had only found out he was a bespectacled man after chatting for six months.

His first question was, "What do you think of his wife?" I said, "Very good, a rather young woman." Then we started talking about our wives, and soon we got to the point, discussing wife-swapping from years ago, and he said he really wanted to do a real wife-swapping session with me. I figured he was just like those other bored online friends, just talking, not serious, so I chatted with him as if it were real.

I chatted with this couple for over a week. Although we got along very well, I never took it seriously. I suspected they, like many other online friends, came in out of curiosity and a desire to pry into other people's privacy. It wasn't until we exchanged phone numbers and I talked to his wife on the phone for a while, and then he called my wife's cell phone and we chatted, that I believed their actions were genuine and that they planned to come to our place in the next couple of days.

At this point, I became afraid again. Maybe that's how people are; they look forward to this day, but when it actually comes, they become fearful, just like me. The main fear was that my wife wouldn't agree, making things awkward for everyone, especially since they'd come all this way. That would be so unfair to them. However, I still didn't believe they would really come, so I boldly invited them.

It wasn't until May 5th, when I suddenly received a call from his wife telling me they were on their way, that I realized the seriousness of the situation. I was fine with everything; my biggest worry was my wife. Despite her usual chatter, I knew she'd falter in a crucial moment.

Sure enough, when I got home at noon and told her that "Beike" and his wife were on their way, her face immediately darkened, and she said we were completely crazy. I quickly explained, "He made the call on the way; I couldn't very well ask them to go back. If you don't agree, we can just treat each other as friends." She was still very unhappy.

I hurriedly finished my lunch and went out. After buying the groceries, I waited anxiously at our agreed-upon location until after 3 PM before I saw their car slowly approaching. After they got out of the car, I was able to take a closer look at the young couple in front of me:

the man was about 1.7 meters tall and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which made him look elegant and generous; the woman was probably about 1.62 meters tall, and although her face was not as pretty as my wife's, her skin was still quite fair, and she looked quite pleasant.

After I led them home, thankfully, all my worries were unnecessary. My wife greeted them warmly, and I secretly chuckled to myself; women's hearts are truly unfathomable.

Since it was still early, and it was our first meeting, we needed some time to build rapport, so my wife and I accompanied them for a short stroll. Upon returning, I quickly prepared a lavish dinner with drinks. At times like this, everyone, perhaps like us, had no appetite for the exquisite dishes, hastily drinking some wine before declaring dinner over.

When my son went to my mother's house, leaving only the four of us, I knew everything was about to begin. But none of us knew how to start; after all, this was our first time, and everyone had been eagerly anticipating this moment, especially me, and he was no exception.

To ease the awkwardness, I turned on my computer and led them to it. I had initially planned to show them some of my wife's nude selfies, but my wife's stern gaze indicated that I couldn't. So, I showed them some selfies I had collected online. They watched with great interest, especially the man, whose eyes gleamed with lust. Then I brought out some porn for them to watch. I knew my wife couldn't resist watching porn, so this was the best way to get her to comply.

After watching for a while, everyone reacted; both of us men were already aroused, but neither of us dared to speak up, and we remained awkwardly seated. Finally, as the host, I broke the silence and suggested we all take a shower. After

everyone had showered, it was my wife's turn last. While my wife was showering, the two of us men started discussing the main topic in front of her. When I asked him about his impression of my wife, he said he felt very good about her, and his wife also said that my wife looked much younger than in the photos; then he asked me what I thought of his wife, and I, of course, said I was satisfied.

After reaching mutual approval, we started planning our next move. After getting his wife's consent, he asked me and his wife to do it first. Still feeling uneasy, I didn't agree. I didn't know what my wife thought of him, and I was afraid she wouldn't be able to handle it and would make a scene. After all, it was everyone's first time, and I needed my wife's approval first.

So, I went to the bathroom, intending to talk to my wife while she was showering. Surprisingly, when I asked her what she thought of that man, she shyly nodded in agreement. Haha, who knows what's on a woman's mind?

My wife usually showers quickly, and with this special engagement, her shower seemed to go much faster than usual. After she went into the living room, I thought it was time to get down to business! So, I gathered everyone into the bedroom. Everyone seemed very obedient this time. "Shell" and I lay in the middle, with a woman on each side, and we each held our wives and watched porn again.

After watching for a while, the two of us men couldn't resist any longer. I asked everyone, "Can we start now?" The two women remained shy and silent, but "Shell" generously pushed his wife next to me. His wife said she wasn't used to doing it together, so we decided to do it separately first, and then we could get used to playing together as a group. So, I led his wife to another small room, leaving the large room for him and my wife.

Once inside, I couldn't wait to hug his wife and kiss her, while my other hand went inside her bra, caressing her breasts. Friends who have had this experience should know that in such situations, other people's wives aren't the most attractive. What's most attractive is seeing your own wife being intimate, flirting, and having sex with other men, and then watching your own wife naked and orgasming under another man's body—that's the scene we yearn for and find most exciting.

So while I was flirting with his wife, my mind was still on my wife. I let go of her and secretly pushed open my bedroom door, wanting to see what was happening with her. But they were still in the same position, without any further intimacy.

"Shell's" wife saw this at the same time as me. Before I even entered the room, she rushed in, whispered something in her husband's ear, and lay down next to him.

Soon, "Shell" told me his wife was a little scared and uncomfortable. I knew she was afraid that if I slept with her, she wouldn't let her husband do it anymore; maybe she really wasn't used to it. Thinking about this, I went back to my wife and continued watching our porn, making no further moves. After

a while, "Shell" finally couldn't hold back and said his wife was a little shy, suggesting we each try it once first and see how it went. After getting my consent, they went to my son's room next door. Already a little excited, I hugged my wife and started being intimate.

When I put my hand inside my wife's pants... wow! My wife was already overflowing with love juices, her vaginal opening slick with slippery fluids. I knew my wife reacted strongly whenever she watched porn, and if I just thrust a few times, she'd orgasm in less than five minutes. Once she was satisfied, our game might end, so I thought I should let another man satisfy her rare passion and bring her to a stimulating climax.

With that thought, I quickly got up and went next door to discuss it with "Shell." When I opened the door to the next room, it was already filled with the atmosphere of spring. Two naked bodies were pressed tightly together; the woman was lying down, and the man was kneeling between her legs, licking her breasts, while the woman was stroking the man's penis. I saw that "Shell's" penis was extremely aroused by his wife's caresses, the glans glistening with a purplish-red sheen.

Seeing me enter, the woman screamed and turned away shyly, and "Shell" sat on the bed. I hesitated to make a move, as it was a fair exchange. Without her husband's consent and before he had my wife, I would absolutely not touch her.

However, "Shell" didn't stop; he continued to roam over his wife's naked body and even hinted that I should touch her too. With her husband's support, I certainly wouldn't let such a golden opportunity pass me by. But as soon as I reached for her full breasts, she seemed shy and turned away. I had no choice but to let go and sit on the edge of the bed watching them make love.

Seeing that I had stopped, "Shell" secretly removed one hand, allowing me to touch his wife's buttocks. I slid my hand down her buttocks to her genitals, using my thumbs to pry open her buttocks, revealing her vaginal opening from behind. She noticed my advances, and perhaps with her husband's support, she no longer avoided me as she had at the beginning. I boldly began to touch her breasts, with her husband and I each holding one breast, and I occasionally gently rubbed her pink nipples.

After touching her for almost two minutes, she remained motionless, letting us do as we pleased. Her husband, seeing that it was about time, wanted to hand her over to me while he went next door to have his way with my wife. Just as he straightened up, naked, to leave, his wife clung to him, saying she was a little scared and wanted to come with him. So, they decided to do it all together, so everyone could take care of each other, and she silently nodded.

With her consent, I boldly carried her, completely naked, into my wife's room. My wife was still fully dressed, watching TV. Seeing me carrying a naked woman in, followed by a naked man, her eyes didn't linger on my actions with the woman, but instead shyly glanced at the man's genitals.

When I placed the woman next to my wife, she obediently shifted her position. Seeing his wife's naked body exposed to others, "Shell" immediately became erect. He walked around the bed to my wife's bedside and, without waiting for her consent, began to caress her, his hands kneading her breasts. My wife

leaned silently against the bed, her head bowed shyly, like a bride entering her bridal chamber. Although she knew perfectly well what was about to happen, she didn't know how to begin. Her face flushed, her hands unconsciously fidgeting with the hem of her dress, sometimes secretly glancing sideways at my actions with the woman.

"Shell" had only touched her a couple of times before he impatiently climbed onto the bed, straddled my wife's lap, and began undressing her. At that moment, I was fondling his wife's breasts. Her breasts were classic—not too big, not too small, and very firm. Women who hadn't given birth were different; her pink nipples were small and didn't seem to match her breasts at first glance.

I kissed her nipples, occasionally reaching down to touch her clitoris. Meanwhile, "Shell" was also undressing my wife. To this day, I still remember the look in her eyes when the first button was unbuttoned—a look of pleading, a look of helplessness, a look of passion, and mostly shyness.

Although she had been with more than one man before, this was her first time experiencing group sex with four men, especially in front of her husband and another man. Actually, my wife is quite introverted and not the outgoing type. Although she's had sex with three or four men, those were all men she got together with while dating. Aside from that, she's a pretty decent woman, especially with men she doesn't fancy; she never talks to them. It's really a bit much for her to be like this today.

But thankfully, when she looked at me, I gave her an encouraging look, and she quickly accepted it and cooperated with "Shell's" advances. With my wife's cooperation, my wife, who was only wearing pajamas, was quickly stripped naked by "Shell." My wife's pubic hair is very thick, but now it was all soaked with her vaginal fluid, sticky and messy.

My wife then spread her legs wide without any dignity. When "Shell" put his hand into her vagina, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I knew that my wife was already overflowing with desire; her entire vaginal opening must have been surrounded by lubrication. No wonder "Shell" was surprised when he touched her genitals.

The two naked women looked embarrassed and uncomfortable. In no time, I had also stripped myself completely naked, my thick, hard penis standing erect. My penis had a clear advantage over "Shell's"; it was much thicker, though the length was about the same, around fourteen centimeters.

We two curious men placed the two white women side-by-side for a thorough comparison: my wife had given birth, her breasts were slightly sagging, not as firm as his wife's, and my wife's nipples were dark. When we parted their thighs, we were both astonished to find that they were two completely different vaginas.

At this point, some might say, "A vagina is a vagina, what's there to compare?" Wow! That's a huge mistake! Because no two vaginas are exactly alike, and of course, wives' vaginas are no exception. Southern vaginas are different from northern vaginas, fat vaginas are different from thin vaginas.

When I saw his wife's two plump, white legs spread apart, aside from a few tufts of tender pubic hair on her mons pubis, the hair on her vulva was sparse, almost countable strands. Her vulva was perfectly closed, smooth and rounded, with two small, delicate labia minora and a pair of pink labia majora—a fairly typical, ordinary vulva.

My wife's was different. When her two full thighs spread apart, her two thick labia minora were long and loose, some over two inches long, drooping just enough to cover her vaginal opening. Unlike his wife, my wife had pubic hair even on her labia majora, while his wife had only a sparse little bit on her vulva. Moreover, his wife had a white vulva, while my wife had a dark vulva—two completely different types of vulvas.

My friends on the street say that my wife's vagina is a rare gem, the best of the best. When you're fucking her, her four labia will tightly wrap around your penis. When those long labia tightly envelop your penis, the sight is truly unparalleled. Maybe that's why I haven't had enough of fucking my wife in ten years!

When "Shell" greedily stroked my wife's dark pubic hair and her very sexy, plump, bun-like vagina, and then parted her two thick labia, the inside of my wife's vagina was completely exposed: the vaginal opening was slightly open, the two plump labia were spread to the sides, and the area around the labia was covered with shiny, dark pubic hair. A stream of clear, lustful fluid flowed from the vagina, filling her buttocks and even wetting her anus. When the man touched her again, her entire vulva became sticky and radiated an alluring sheen.

After comparing, both of us men were delighted to have encountered two completely different vaginas. "Shell" was especially excited, using my wife's vaginal fluid to tease her clitoris. For me, someone accustomed to the dark pubic hair and yearning for a "white tiger," his wife's rare find was so different from my wife's thick, dark pubic hair that I couldn't bear to admire her any longer. I buried my head and began licking her vulva with my tongue, simultaneously using my thumbs to pry open her still-closed labia and extending my tongue towards her clitoris.

The moment my tongue touched her clitoris, I felt her tremble slightly. I then inserted my ring finger into her vagina and began thrusting, gradually feeling my finger become wet. Meanwhile, my wife, with her eyes closed and legs spread wide, enjoyed another man's caresses. I knew she was already yearning for penetration, just too shy to say it aloud.

Seeing this, I stopped licking her clitoris and said, "My wife's juices are almost drowning you, hurry up and get it done!" Before I could finish, "Shell" probably couldn't hold back any longer and immediately knelt between my wife's thighs, deeply inserting his erect penis into her already overflowing vagina, and immediately began thrusting...

I licked her clitoris for a long time but no juices came out, so I straddled her thighs, positioned my glans against her vulva, and gently rubbed the glans against her labia and clitoris, but still no juices came out. By this time, my wife and "Shell" were already intertwined, completely inseparable.

Seeing this, my lust was aroused. I held my penis in one hand and pressed down on my wife's slender waist with the other, and suddenly thrust my lower body forward. I heard my wife cry out "Ah..." as my penis, hair and all, was swallowed up by her vulva and disappeared without a trace. His wife's vagina was very narrow, and my penis was enveloped by the tight, hot flesh of her vaginal cavity, feeling incredibly comfortable. Without thinking, I began to move my hips back and forth, thrusting in and out to gain even greater physical pleasure.

Watching my bulging, veiny penis go in and out of a completely unfamiliar vagina, from a deep red to a fleshy rod covered in a layer of pale white foam from being thrust in and out, a sense of heroism and physical pleasure surged into my mind, giving me a light, floating feeling. I started sucking on his wife's nipples while violently thrusting my hips back and forth, slamming into her genitals, wishing I could shove my entire penis, testicles and all, into her vagina.

While I was fiercely fucking "Shell's" wife, I didn't forget the scene of him and my wife having sex. Their approach was much gentler. "Shell" pressed his entire body against my wife's, not licking her nipples, but instead pressing his head against her face, fully experiencing the waves of pleasure rising from below. My wife, on the other hand, raised her buttocks high, her legs and thighs dangling in the air. This position allowed "Shell's" penis to penetrate deeper, producing a "splashing" sound of her juices.

My wife's eyes were tightly closed, her mouth slightly open as she breathed heavily, twisting her hips to meet "Shell's" thrusts. I knew she was about to reach orgasm. Actually, we had discussed all of this online beforehand. My wife preferred gentleness, while his wife preferred intensity, which suited us perfectly.

My wife's reaction grew stronger, and I quickly told "Shell" to suck on her nipples while I leaned in and kissed her passionately. Of course, I knew that when my wife was close to orgasm, she loved having her nipples licked; just a simple lick would bring her to orgasm quickly.

Sure enough, my wife's face started to flush, and she breathed heavily, stuffing her entire tongue into my mouth. I knew she had reached the most stimulating climax. "Shell" also sensed the change in my wife, and after a dozen more quick and forceful thrusts, he stopped and remained motionless, deeply inserting his penis into my wife's body, enjoying the pleasure brought to him by the vaginal contractions during her orgasm.

Although my wife and I were passionately kissing, I didn't let up on my assault on her. After enjoying the vaginal movements, "Shell" continued his previous actions, thrusting in and out repeatedly. My wife's legs dangled from "Shell's" waist, lying in a spread-eagle position, her eyes closed, completely submissive, allowing the man she had just met to do whatever he wanted with her.

Perhaps watching our wives with another man was too stimulating, because we both ejaculated without changing positions!

First, "Shell" ejaculated. Perhaps it was the contractions of my wife's vagina during her orgasm that stimulated him. At the same time as my wife climaxed, "Shell's" whole body trembled, and his thrusts became slow and powerful. With each thrust, he shuddered, and I believe each twitch represented him ejaculating inside my wife's vagina. He twitched seven or eight times before stopping, exhausted and panting, and then the two of us hugged each other tightly.

Seeing this unprecedentedly exciting scene, I finally couldn't resist the surge of heat in my lower abdomen. Ignoring whether his wife had reached orgasm, I poured all my semen into her vagina.

As I ejaculated the last drop of semen into her vagina, "Shell" withdrew his limp penis from my wife's body. My wife quickly tore off some toilet paper and handed it to him, then grabbed a handful for herself and, with a familiar motion, stuffed it into her vaginal opening. She then squatted on the bed, and a large gush of translucent semen immediately oozed from her hairy opening, landing on the paper. The two women finished their first round of intercourse in almost the same way.

When I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and panting heavily, my wife had already finished washing her genitals and prepared water for "Shell" to wash as well. When I returned to the room after washing up, the three of them were already in their positions, watching TV as if nothing had happened. My wife was lying on the outermost side, and "Shell" naturally lay in the middle, leaving his wife and the innermost spot for me.

Since it was only late spring, it was still a bit chilly to be naked. Although the two women, who were sensitive to the cold, had put on pajamas, their lower bodies were completely naked. "Shell," on the other hand, lay naked and quite casually, with one arm around each of the two women, casually grabbing one of their completely different breasts through their open blouses. My wife's breasts weren't large to begin with, and his hands almost completely covered them. When he saw me come in, he consciously withdrew his hands, giving me his wife's breasts.

As I lay naked on the bed, the TV was still playing scenes of sexual intercourse from an adult film. Having just made love, I felt much better than usual, without any fatigue, and continued to talk to "Shell" about my experience. He was particularly struck by the sensation of my wife's vaginal contractions during orgasm, saying he rarely, if ever, experienced this feeling on her body. What struck me most was the tightness and pressure of her vagina, an advantage she had never had children.

As we talked, I noticed my wife's face flushed, and one of her soft, delicate hands involuntarily reached down to "Shell's" crotch, gently stroking his penis. A hint of infatuation flickered in her eyes; "Shell" was pinching her most sensitive nipple with two fingers. Usually, when watching porn, a simple rub of her nipple would make her tremble uncontrollably; clearly, she was once again aroused by "Shell's" teasing. A moment

later, "Shell's" glans, which had shrunk and retracted under his foreskin, emerged again from my wife's hand. He loudly praised her skill in touching his penis, saying it felt incredibly good to him. Before he could finish speaking, I saw him reach his hand under the towel covering my wife's lower body. Although I couldn't see anything through the towel, I could tell from his movements that he was using his fingers to stimulate my wife's genitals.

To confirm my judgment, I lifted the towel, and sure enough, his middle finger was rapidly vibrating on my wife's clitoris, which was already swollen and erect from his rubbing. Seeing me lift the blanket, my wife's legs, which had been open, immediately closed in embarrassment, trapping "Shell's" entire hand between her legs.

Seeing how hard they were working, I naturally wouldn't be left behind. I held his wife's buttocks with one hand, sucking hard on her full, firm left breast, while vigorously rubbing her right breast with the other. His wife, however, was completely like a lamb to the slaughter, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Perhaps seeing his penis throbbing again in his wife's hand, and then looking at my own limp penis between my legs, "Shell" pushed his wife and said something in Zhejiang dialect that I couldn't understand. Only then did his wife slowly reach between my legs, grab my penis, and start playing with it. After being touched like that, I realized how terrible his wife's penis-touching skills were; they were nowhere near as good as my wife's. No wonder "Shell" was completely impressed by my wife's penis-touching technique.

His wife wasn't caressing my penis; she was torturing it. Her hand gripped my penis completely, but instead of stroking it up and down, she rubbed it with her thumb in the groove under the glans. Luckily, her hand was relatively delicate, otherwise I was worried that she would have rubbed my glans raw. In retaliation, I used my fingers to dig and probe inside her vagina, faintly feeling the slippery semen I had ejaculated inside.

Over there, "Shell's" penis had been stroked until it was as hard as iron by my wife. He pressed my wife's delicate body down beneath him, and then I saw my wife involuntarily guide his penis into her vagina with her skillful hands. Her eyes were closed, no longer looking in my direction, but she actively twisted her waist and swayed her hips, grinding her vagina against "Shell's" penis.

I released his wife, stopped what I was doing, and leaned over to look at their intertwined genitals. The long-awaited scene had finally unfolded before my eyes, and the stimulation was indescribable. "Shell's" not-so-large penis, like a carpenter's mortise and tenon joint, was already tightly embedded in my wife's vagina; my wife's two plump and tender labia minora, now red and forming a ring, just as the lecherous folks said, tightly wrapped around his penis, which was covered in vaginal fluid and had bulging veins.

"Shell" began thrusting, and I lowered my head to admire the beautiful and moving scene of our two genitals meeting: a penis about my length but thinner than mine was constantly moving in and out between my wife's bright red labia minora, splashing and scattering the flowing vaginal fluid. The tender skin at the entrance of her vagina was unusually long, being pulled and flipped back and forth with each thrust, as clear as a close-up shot in an adult film. With

each thrust and withdrawal, the tender flesh along the edge of my wife's vagina was pulled in and out, her entire vulva turning bright red from engorgement. Her labia minora tightly gripped the bulging veins of the penis, making the friction even more acute and intense. With each thrust, "Shell's" hairy scrotum slapped heavily against my wife's perineum, making a "slap slap" sound.

Perhaps stimulated by the scene before me, my penis had become as hard as iron. This time, I changed the position, making his wife lie on her side on the bed, one leg dangling limply off the bed, the other leg on the bed. This position was told to me by "Shell," his wife's favorite was for a man to stand on the floor while fucking her. This time, I easily inserted my penis into her vagina and began to thrust in and out of her ecstasy cave very quickly.

Because "Shell" had told me online that his wife was somewhat frigid and rarely had orgasms during sex, but based on my experience, some women need vigorous thrusting to reach orgasm, I used two to three times the speed I usually did to pound into her flesh, thrusting more than two hundred times in one go. Soon I felt my waist couldn't hold on any longer, so to rest, I simply climbed onto the bed, pressed my whole body against hers, licked her earlobe with my tongue, continued thrusting, and held one breast in each hand, kneading and rubbing them gently, lost in pleasure.

Over there, "Shell" had also driven my wife to a drunken stupor, her body completely paralyzed, lying limply on the bed, her genitals exposed to his wild thrusts. "Shell," aroused, knelt between my wife's legs, his hands supporting him at her armpits, his legs behind him, allowing for deeper penetration and more intense thrusts. My wife, seemingly in sync, lifted her legs higher, raising her genitals to meet "Shell's" fierce onslaught.

Sure enough, with each thrust, my wife moved her buttocks up and down in perfect harmony with his movements. The tender skin covering her clitoris was pulled and rubbed by her labia, causing it to swell and harden, glistening and thrusting forward, almost touching his busy penis. For a moment, the room was filled with a cacophony of sounds. Besides the slapping and crackling of genitals colliding, there was also the squelching and squelching of vaginal fluids, creating a three-dimensional, erotic atmosphere.

Their current sexual position allowed me to see their two intertwined genitals more clearly. My wife's legs were raised, her buttocks naturally a few inches off the bed, her vulva wide open, so "Shell" could be positioned correctly, thrusting down with each stroke. When his penis withdrew, it was covered in my wife's white vaginal fluid, and when it went in, the glans hit her clitoris.

I moved closer and spread my wife's knees even wider, making her vulva open like a mouth. Then, while continuing to have sex with "Shell's" wife, I watched the beautiful sight of his penis thrusting in and out of my wife's vagina: my wife's thick pubic hair couldn't hide her erect clitoris, which had swelled to the thickness of a pencil tip, revealing its pink tip in the dark pubic hair, looking like a small glans, constantly being pulled in and out by her ever-curling labia minora.

At this moment, her labia minora were engorged and hardened, automatically parting to the sides without needing my fingers to spread them. The pink vaginal opening, overflowing with vaginal fluid, was clearly displayed before my eyes. "Shell" did not slow down his thrusting at all; his penis continued to powerfully pump in and out of my wife's swollen vagina. The vaginal fluid flowing out was rubbed into countless tiny bubbles, a white, misty substance covering the area around the vaginal opening. The skin of her perineum rose and fell with the thrusting of his penis, like a pumping blower—a truly spectacular sight.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but reach out and stroke my wife's clitoris, then pinched it with my fingers and gently rubbed it back and forth. My wife, aroused by me and "Shell," was dazed, her lips half-open, her chest heaving with pleasure. She quickly reached another orgasm, the muscles in her perineum suddenly contracting violently, her vagina rhythmically squeezing "Shell's" penis, causing his penis to become as hard as iron.

I'd never had the chance to see my wife's vagina contract during orgasm, but today I finally got to see it. Watching my wife reach orgasm with "Shell," I was thrilled and thrust into her vagina with all my might, each stroke going all the way in. But human strength is finite, and soon I was panting. To avoid interrupting our intercourse and affecting my wife's orgasm, I quickly had "Shell" take over.

Without a word, he pulled his still-erect penis from my wife's vagina and "plop" shoved it into his own wife's hole. Then he hoisted her legs onto his shoulders and immediately repeated what I'd just done.

The moment "Shell" left my wife's body, she remained limp and motionless, maintaining the position she'd been in during our intercourse. Because the afterglow of her orgasm hadn't completely faded, her vaginal opening was still wide open, revealing the purplish-red folds of flesh inside, engorged with blood. To prevent my penis from going soft from being neglected, I quickly inserted it into my wife's vagina and gently began to thrust.

Over there, "Shell" and his wife were already locked in a fierce battle, their movements vigorous, but he still couldn't bring his wife to orgasm. Soon he too gave up, and it was my turn. "Shell" suggested I do it to his wife from behind, saying his wife loved this position, and he would also stimulate her breasts with me, believing that their combined efforts would surely bring her to orgasm.

His wife obediently rolled over, landing on all fours on the bed. I knelt behind her raised buttocks, my hands supporting her slender waist, pushing and pulling while thrusting my hips, repeatedly pumping in and out with a "thump-thump-thump" sound, continuing to enjoy the waves of pleasure from the friction between her vagina and my glans. She didn't cry out, silently enduring my wild thrusts, her body only shifting back and forth with each powerful impact, her breasts swaying back and forth with each stroke.

At my suggestion, "Shell" and my wife changed positions. He was on top of me, enjoying her clitoris stroking his penis. This way, I could see from behind how his penis went in and out of my wife's vagina, while he could use his hands to caress her heaving breasts and occasionally stimulate her clitoris with his fingers. My free hand, of course, roamed over my wife's breasts.

Perhaps it was because my wife was a master at riding, or perhaps it was the visual stimulation of me having sex with her, but soon "Shell" yelled for my wife to stop. I knew without him saying it that he was embarrassed to ejaculate so quickly. "Shell" pulled out his penis and rested next to me for a while. When I was exhausted, I handed my wife back to him, while I rested on top of my wife as before.

When "Shell" handed his wife back to me, he was already drenched in sweat from fucking, but his frigid wife still showed no reaction. Not wanting to disappoint, I grabbed her and started fucking her again.

And so, "Shell" and I took turns attacking, aiming for his wife's orgasm, making her vagina feel like it was being piston-like every second. Finally, having exhausted all other options, he returned to my wife's side, continuing to thrust in the most primal position, sucking on her nipples.

This time, due to the position, I couldn't see their expressions clearly; I could only see "Shell's" buttocks moving up and down between my wife's legs. Gradually, his movements became faster and faster, each thrust more forceful than the last. Finally, after a few violent, rapid thrusts, he convulsed a few times and collapsed onto my wife like a dead pig, motionless. A stream of white semen slowly seeped from my wife's opening, flowing gently down her perineum and buttocks.

I lost count of how many times I thrust in and out of his wife's vagina, and I lost track of how much time passed. I kept repeating the same motion over and over until I used up all my strength, but she showed no signs of climax. Meanwhile, the pleasure from my penis thrusting filled my entire body, almost unbearable.

I thrust into his wife's vagina a few more times with all my might, and a tingling heat shot through my lower abdomen. A pleasurable, itchy sensation spread through my glans, and all the pores on my body opened up. Blood rushed to my brain, and my rock-hard penis throbbed like a pulse at the end of her vagina. I could feel the hot semen uncontrollably shooting out from the tip of my penis, filling her narrow vagina to overflowing.

In the throes of orgasm, my still-twitching penis, having ejaculated the remaining semen, was squeezed out by his wife's tight vagina. I wiped the white semen that covered my glans off onto his wife's pubic hair, and finally collapsed weakly into her arms.

"Shell" then stood up from my wife. As soon as his penis left her vagina, the semen that had been accumulating inside her gushed out. She quickly grabbed two sheets of toilet paper from the bedside table and covered her opening, which was immediately soaked. She threw them on the floor, grabbed two more sheets, and covered herself with her hand as she walked to the bathroom.

Before my wife even came out of the bathroom, "Shell's" wife and I had already cleaned up. Seeing her unhappy expression, I knew she was upset because she hadn't been sexually satisfied. My hopes for a fun-filled night were dashed because she hadn't reached orgasm. When "Shell" suggested we each sleep with our own wives, I agreed.

They went back to my son's room, and my wife and I lay down again. My mind was incredibly excited, and I couldn't sleep. Recalling the moving and stimulating scene from earlier, my penis started to stir again. Thankfully, my wife, who is always in sync with me, remained in good shape. When I once again inserted my erect penis into her vagina, which still contained the semen of another man, she quickly reached another orgasm. My semen was ejaculated while my wife was on top of me, using her superb masturbation techniques to bring me to orgasm.

The next morning, it was only a little past five. I, who usually never wakes up, woke up, perhaps because the excitement from the previous night was still lingering in my brain. Even my wife woke up. We agreed that when we played together again later, I would take some photos as a memento. But when I gently pushed open my son's bedroom door, "Shell" and his wife were still fast asleep. To let them sleep a little longer, I had to quietly retreat.

I waited until after six o'clock before I heard any noise outside. When I went out to greet them, they were already dressed and told us they were leaving soon. Seeing his wife's unhappy face, I knew the problem lay with her. I had wanted to persuade them to stay, but I kept quiet. Although I felt a little annoyed, I still accompanied them to the street for breakfast and then saw them off.

Back home, my tired body was still controlled by my excited brain. My wife and I once again embraced naked and had sex, both reaching an unprecedented fourth orgasm. After resting for a while, we both rushed to work, exhausted.

Around eleven o'clock in the morning, I received a call from "Shell." He asked me to come to Tunxi alone so we could both have sex with his wife. But little did he know, my body, already drained, was completely exhausted. I had no more enthusiasm for sex, so I made a very clumsy excuse to politely decline. And so, our first wife-swapping experience ended. After that, we would occasionally meet on QQ, but only exchanged a few simple greetings. Later, I gradually stopped seeing him online altogether.

This was my first successful "exchange" in my life. Although our encounter was brief, I am still grateful for their sincerity. Shortly after losing contact with them, I reflected on the experience. Heart-pounding? Excitement? Reality? All sorts of feelings mingled, but regardless, it all happened. The bittersweet experiences are all part of life.

I am writing this to record an unforgettable past, perhaps to forget, perhaps to reflect, perhaps to preserve a beautiful memory, or perhaps more importantly, to prove that I was once a brave person at the forefront of society.

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