First time swapping husbands

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It was late summer of 2004. After my husband's repeated requests, I finally agreed to his request to swap partners. Not for any other reason than he was my husband, and besides, I couldn't stand him bringing up swapping at every opportunity; in fact, he had already worn down my defenses.

My initial aversion to swapping stemmed from my husband's influence and the influence of society, which awakened a primal desire within me. I found it novel and wanted to try it, but due to the constraints of traditional morality and societal restrictions on women, I didn't dare to outwardly express my enthusiasm and longing. At first, I pretended not to agree, and later I reluctantly agreed. Deep down, I also found it very novel and wanted to experience something new. I was already forty years old, growing older day by day, working tirelessly, raising children, serving my parents and husband, and my hair was already turning gray. It was time to enjoy myself, to have some fun while I was still young.

The couple my husband found online were from our district. To make things easier, my husband arranged to meet me at a resort hotel, saying it was more convenient to meet somewhere we wouldn't know anyone. When we arrived at the resort, the couple had already checked into their room. As I followed my husband towards the hotel room, my legs trembled with nervousness, and my heart raced with excitement and restlessness, as if I had mentally regressed to twenty years ago. I followed cautiously behind my husband, afraid of being seen by someone we knew. My husband, however, was in high spirits, carefree and nonchalant. He even teased me along the way, saying I could try other men besides me. I pretended to be angry and said if he said that again, I would go back; I didn't want to go at all. He kept apologizing, saying it was my choice, I begged him to come, okay? Imagining our meeting, I felt a mix of excitement, shyness, and longing. Unconsciously, I felt a little wet down there, and my legs felt a little slippery. My period ended the day before yesterday, and last night my husband and I had another round of lovemaking, a warm-up before the main event. In the heat of the moment, my husband suggested I finish first so no one else could take advantage

of me tomorrow. I told him he was talking nonsense, and then I pinched his plump buttocks hard. He said the little wench was trying to murder her husband, and then he started thrusting vigorously, even singing a song about returning from target practice. When we entered the room, I realized the man was in his forties, wearing a black t-shirt and blue trousers. He was tall and strong, wore metal-framed glasses, and was about 182 cm tall. He had a slightly dark complexion and spoke very gently, quite refined. I didn't dislike him; in fact, I even liked him a little. His wife seemed much younger, very plump, over 163 cm. Compared to me, I was incredibly thin, only 161 cm tall and weighing just over 105 pounds. No wonder my husband always says he wants to find some fuller, curvier women; maybe he's already tired of my slender frame.

It was a standard room. The woman and I sat on the only sofa, while the two men sat on the bed opposite us. My husband seemed quite familiar with them; I knew they'd been chatting online for a while, but I didn't want to pry. The couple seemed very relaxed, chatting easily with my husband, while I just sat quietly on the sofa. Later, the two men did most of the talking, mainly about sex. I learned that the couple had already swapped partners three times. The man described one of their experiences in a very explicit way, making me blush. The woman, on the other hand, seemed very relaxed and even comforted me, telling me to relax, saying she'd done the same thing the first time.

Gradually, I learned the man's surname was Hong, and his wife's surname was Ye. The two men started focusing their conversation on us. The man described his wife as voluptuous and having excellent oral skills. My husband said I was conservative and had a good figure. The man stared at me and said he particularly liked slender women like me and enjoyed having sex with women who were new to it, saying that someone like me was more exciting. They couldn't contain themselves any longer. The other man suddenly suggested a swap, stating we needed to unconditionally obey their demands for a day and a night. I knew those demands were mainly directed at me. My husband patted me, telling me to obey, but my mind went blank.

First, the other woman went into the bathroom to shower. She was very open, undressing in front of us. Her breasts were really large, and she had a very plump figure and a sexy butt. My husband watched her go into the bathroom. The other man asked my husband what he thought, and he repeatedly said, "Not bad." The other man gestured to my husband, who understood and also stripped naked in front of me, heading towards the bathroom. It seemed the other woman had intentionally left the door unlocked; soon we could hear my husband and the other man flirting.

The other man walked up to me and said, "Don't be nervous, just call me Brother Hong. I'll take good care of you." I only felt him touching my hair, and one hand started touching my bare arm. I trembled all over. The other woman's moans came from inside the bathroom. Brother Hong seemed unable to resist any longer; one hand suddenly went to my breast and began to knead it. Knowing he was the second man I'd ever been with besides my husband, I instinctively resisted, pleading, "Don't do this, Brother Hong." Brother Hong said to me, "Your husband's already playing with my wife. Look, he's already enjoying it. I just love playing with women with great figures like you. Little darling, come on, I can't wait." He then squatted down, one hand slipping under my skirt and touching my genitals. I vaguely saw that Brother Hong's genitals were already bulging, making his pants stick out like a yurt. I was so nervous I felt weak all over. The sounds of my husband making love, a habit he was used to, kept coming from the bathroom. I couldn't believe it was real. I wanted to resist, but I had no courage or strength. Brother Hong had already unzipped my skirt. He picked me up, and I felt so small in his arms. He held me tightly and started kissing me. I could only accept it. His hands didn't stop; he forcefully pulled down my skirt and underwear. I tried to stop him, but it was useless. I felt so weak in front of him. He kept kneading my bare buttocks and genitals. I closed my eyes in embarrassment. He quickly ripped off my bra and stripped off my last piece of clothing. He squeezed my breasts and said, "Your breasts are just the right size, I like them." He started licking my nipples, his hand never leaving my genitals; one of his fingers was slowly penetrating me, and I could feel my body's instinctive reaction.

At that moment, my husband carried Hong Ge's wife out of the bathroom. I saw my husband's penis inside her, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, and my husband's arms around her waist. They were doing it while watching us. My husband said to Hong Ge, "I'll go first, your wife is really hot." Hong Ge was clearly aroused; he squeezed my breast hard and said, "Your wife is good too, she's all wet down there." My husband and Hong Ge were already vigorously having sex on the bed, their voices filling the room. Hong Ge shoved me to the other side of the bed and quickly stripped off his clothes. I didn't dare look at him. He spread my legs apart, and I instinctively tried to block him. I could only feel how thick his thing was, how rough he was, forcefully thrusting into my body. I could only try to spread my legs as wide as possible to accommodate his thing. I felt my lower body throbbing intensely. I heard Brother Hong say to my husband, "Your wife is so tight, it feels so good." He straightened my legs and started thrusting into me forcefully. I really couldn't take it, but the instinctive stimulation kept surging. After a while, the pain subsided, and I felt incredibly comfortable. That morning, Brother Hong did it to me several times. I really didn't know why he was so good at it. On one occasion, Brother Hong placed a large pillow under my buttocks, raising my hips high. He inserted his thing inside me, then climbed on top of me, kissing my mouth, holding my upper body tightly with both hands, and then started moving. Our lower bodies touched and collided, flesh against flesh, making a crisp slapping sound. My husband and the other woman were watching from the side, saying how smoothly they were doing it, and we should try harder. Then my husband pushed harder, and the other woman started screaming again. By the end of the morning, I was exhausted and felt incredibly tired; I didn't even eat lunch.

At noon, I peed on the toilet, feeling a burning sensation on the skin and flesh there. The urine flowed down the flesh, a gushing sound. Looking down, I saw that my dark pubic hair was all flattened, lying flat against the flesh.

That afternoon, at my insistence, they didn't switch, and I even took a short nap.

But that night, Hong went crazy with me. At home with my husband, I usually only last about ten minutes before I orgasm, and I can't handle any more. But that night, I could only let him have his way, since my husband and his wife were doing it too. Several times, he made me almost collapse from exhaustion; my legs ached terribly, and my breasts were bruised from his pinching. If at first I was moaning because of the stimulation, later it was because I couldn't take it anymore and I screamed.

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