Wife Swapping Years - Part 1

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The villa wasn't as conspicuous as usual tonight. All the colored lights outside were off, leaving only a few lights on in the parking lot and at the entrance. Even if a stranger approached, they would mistake it for an ordinary house and wouldn't guess that a party was going on inside.
No one greeted us at the door, but my wife and I no longer felt like strangers, nor did we need such formalities. After parking the car, she took my hand and we walked straight into the villa.
The interior was indeed different from the outside; that familiar feeling washed over us again. Perhaps because it had been so long since we'd had a gathering, we wanted to have a special and unrestrained time tonight. This time, we seemed even wilder than usual, with only rotating colored lights on. The flashing lights obscured faces, everything was blurry and dreamlike, like being in a nightclub lobby. Presumably, not everyone had arrived yet, so the music wasn't very loud. Perhaps it had been intentionally adjusted, but the lobby was really dark; even getting close, you could only vaguely make out who someone was.
But that was also strange; you couldn't tell who the woman in front of you was at all. You could only rely on your sense of smell, your voice, and your perfume. Suddenly, I felt a bit like Pigsy from Journey to the West, trying to catch his wife. As we entered the crowd, my wife and I were separated, and the men and women were divided into separate groups.
The more you don't know what will happen next, the more you anticipate it—that's human curiosity. After a couple of drinks, three more couples arrived.
I counted eight men in total. But after looking around for a while, I only recognized Su Feng and Qian Wu. Su Feng stood out in the group because of his build. I guessed Qian Wu was just tall. I didn't know if there were new faces or if they were all acquaintances. Once
everyone seemed to have arrived, Ye Ziyan called everyone to gather together. Su Feng first explained about the club's suspension of gatherings, saying the problem had been resolved and reminding everyone to be more careful in the future, that this was just a reminder.
I understood all of this, but I still nodded in agreement. The men and women were huddled together, but no one could see anyone else clearly. To avoid making a fool of themselves, the men and women stayed in separate groups, so at least they wouldn't end up standing next to someone else's husband.
I looked around but couldn't recognize any wives. All the women were wearing high heels, and in the dim light, I couldn't even distinguish the colors of their clothes from a distance, and their figures all looked similar.
The gathering didn't drag on for long; the entire conversation lasted less than five minutes before Ye Ziyan announced its start. Without doing anything else, she simply offered two toasts, ostensibly to thank members for their continued support of the club.
It was another strong liquor; having been there before, she was already familiar with its spiciness. Of course, each drink contained a tiny bit of an aphrodisiac, but no one pointed it out, and soon her body felt warm and she was sweating.
While drinking and chatting, Ye Ziyan introduced the evening's program: ballroom dancing. But the rules were quite different. The men formed a large circle on the outside, and the women were inside, spinning to the music. When a woman landed on a man, the two became dance partners until the next musical note.
Simply put, it was a rotation game; every man and woman had a chance, no one was left out. As Ye Ziyan finished speaking, the music grew louder, and the lights dimmed. In such dim lighting, men couldn't tell who their women were, and women couldn't tell who their men were; everything depended on feeling and guessing, creating a sense of mystery and anticipation. Moreover, in this atmosphere, any ambiguous actions would go unnoticed.
Dancing is a weak point for both my wife and me. Aside from our wedding, company annual party, and a few times since joining the club, we rarely have the opportunity or the inclination. In short, my wife and I are both quite inexperienced.
The men form a circle, and the women stand inside, approaching step by step to the music. Both sides try hard to identify each other, but the lighting is dim, making accurate judgment impossible. We can only guess based on height, features, scent, and so on. It feels mysterious and exciting; no one knows whose wife is in front of them, or whose wife will be next.
Whether it's the games or dance partners, the men and women in the club are all familiar with each other. My wife and I are at a disadvantage; we haven't been in the club long, and there are still many people we haven't interacted with, so we can't accurately identify them.
When the first woman approached, and I took her hand and put my arm around her waist, my heart skipped a beat. It felt a little ticklish, and I tried desperately to figure it out, but I still couldn't guess. The woman was very respectful towards me, leading me slightly when walking and turning.
The woman's scent was strange, not like deliberately applied perfume, but more like some kind of shower gel. I can't quite put my finger on it; none of the women I've met have any recollection of this scent. It might be the fragrance of the shower gel that overpowered the perfume, but anyway, it felt very strange, being with a strange woman.
At first, I managed to remain calm and try to analyze the situation, but after a few drinks and a few spins, I was completely dizzy. The women twirling and dancing around me seemed like floating phantoms. Whether it was genuine curiosity or lust, I kept trying to discern her
features. Holding her hand, I started moving it little by little. Unable to see with my eyes, I used my hands to feel. The woman's dress was thin and form-fitting. I'm sure she noticed my movements. Her waist was slender and supple, slowly sliding down. Her hips weren't particularly full, but they were firm and felt good to the touch. I guessed she was someone who needed to maintain good posture and a standing position frequently; such people need to constantly lift their buttocks to keep them firm.
I mentally scanned the options, but I didn't recognize this woman. I'd never touched her buttocks before. Ye Ziyan's buttocks were more shapely and bouncy, Liang Yuzhen's were fuller and softer. None of the other women were like her. A surge of excitement rose within me, and a question mark popped into my head: Could she be a woman I'd never been with before?
Still not giving up, my hand circled her thigh before slowly moving upwards. As I approached those little devils, she seemed to resist slightly, tugging at my arm to warn me not to move.
I ignored her, assuming she didn't know who I was, and even if I did something inappropriate, she wouldn't be able to find the culprit afterwards. It's like putting a man and a woman on the same bed, blindfolded—the woman would be scared, but the man would be bolder.
My hand continued its journey, touching a stiff piece of fabric—a bra. My heart raced, my hand trembled slightly, as if I were rubbing Aladdin's lamp. Whether someone had been with me before or not, it was immediately obvious. Just as I was about to wickedly grasp them, the music suddenly changed, the rhythm becoming cheerful and invigorating.
But I couldn't feel happy either. The woman in my arms was like a clever little sprite, darting out of my embrace in a flash and into the arms of the next man. I just wanted to curse; I was so close, so very close. But I didn't have time to think much of it, because the next woman was in my arms again.
This woman was different; her hands were clasped together, and I recognized her as Mu Xinru. The madness at Mu Xinru's house last time still felt exciting to think about. This shy woman had very cold palms; they didn't warm up even after I held them in my hands for a long time. And what impressed me most about her wasn't just that; the milky scent she exuded that I couldn't forget was also unforgettable.
I wondered if Mu Xinru recognized me or not. Faced with her shyness, I always had a wicked urge to tease her. My hand slid from her waist to her hips. She was wearing a half-skirt today, and one thing I found quite appealing was that all the women at this party were dressed very scantily.
Through the thin fabric, I could clearly see the creases of her underwear. I mischievously pinched Mu Xinru's buttocks hard, a bit too hard. Caught off guard, she tensed, her steps faltering, almost tripping. Luckily, I was prepared and held her tightly.
Mu Xinru didn't speak, but playfully slapped my back, probably still not recognizing me. I felt a surge of excitement, a thrill from the feeling of being in the open while she remained hidden. Without warning, I tightened my grip on her buttocks, our bodies instantly pressed together. She looked helpless, yet powerless. As we spun around, our steps intertwined, rubbing against each other forcefully.
Soon, Mu Xinru's body went limp, half-hanging on me. I, too, felt a surge of heat from the friction; my penis was already hard, pressing between her legs, clearly feeling her vulva. Every movement, every sway, was aroused by the impact.
It felt strange. Wearing pants, I didn't experience much physical pleasure, but my mind was incredibly excited and joyful. It was like having an affair in front of everyone, making merry under their noses—a thrill of clandestine pleasure. And that was exactly what happened. There were people in front of me and behind me. Although I couldn't see who they were, I could see two figures overlapping.
I wasn't satisfied with just that. My hand slowly slipped under her skirt, caressing her slender legs, gradually moving upwards to her inner thighs. I clearly felt Mu Xinru tremble in my arms. When I tried to go deeper, her hand stopped me. I was excited, and she couldn't stop me. My hand immediately touched Mu Xinru's crotch, which was already overflowing with moisture. I leaned close to her ear and said, "You're already wet." Mu Xinru remained silent, perhaps too shy to have her secret exposed. In revenge, she leaned against my shoulder and bit it. Afraid of upsetting her, I didn't put my hand inside her panties, but instead rubbed it back and forth on her mons pubis, making Mu Xinru pant a little, and her palms gradually warmed up. It felt great, wonderful, but the good times didn't last long. Just as I was enjoying it, the music changed. I guess she was already too embarrassed to bear it, and she instantly pulled away from me and turned downwards. I felt
a little disappointed, reluctant to let go, but also expectant, wondering who the next one would be. This game was so much fun, I don't know who came up with it. Full of expectations, how could I
not have imagined that what I got in return would be disappointment, or rather, pain. As soon as the next woman came up to me, I had a bad feeling, and I was right. We hugged, and she seemed to recognize me. Before I could even make a move, she took the initiative to press herself against me.
Naturally noticing that my still swollen penis, she didn't give me any time to think. The hand that was on my waist turned and slapped my penis hard without any politeness, yelling: You really are shameless!
A strong electric current, a really strong electric current, instantly swept through my whole body, numb, and the pain almost made me collapse. Clamped against the dragon's head, I was neither laughing nor crying, just groaning and moaning, practically on the verge of tears and snot streaming down my face. The one capable of this was none other than that wicked woman, Liang Yuzhen. "
You're too cruel!" I gritted my teeth, trying to ease the pain. "
Isn't this what you wanted? Who did I harm?" Not wanting to be discovered, Liang Yuzhen gently swayed me, asking. "
I didn't harm anyone, I just couldn't control myself." I lied, still clamped on the dragon's head, for the sake of my life, of course I had to lie.
If I told the truth, no one could predict what other horrific things might happen. The pain slowly subsided after a long while; I didn't want to go through it again. Just moments before I had been so arrogant, now I was like a dragon whose tendons had been pulled out, completely limp.
Liang Yuzhen definitely knew I was lying, but after venting her anger, she didn't pursue the matter. She wrapped her arms around my neck, clinging to me. Faced with this woman, I dared not resist; otherwise, I dared not think of the consequences.
My wife was corrupted by her, and I could only watch helplessly. I only dared to give her some "ideological lessons" at home, hoping she wouldn't change too quickly, and definitely wouldn't become like this crazy woman, otherwise, life would be unbearable.
Facing Liang Yuzhen, I naturally didn't dare to do anything reckless. I held her respectfully, my hands lightly placed on her waist, not daring to touch her palms.
After a couple of turns, she hugged me tighter and tighter, pressing herself against me completely, one leg wedged between my legs. As she moved, she kept rubbing her leg against my erection.
I was burning with desire from the rubbing, but dared not retaliate. My heart itched like a cat's claw; this woman, Liang Yuzhen, was definitely trying to make me uncomfortable.
I guessed she was gloating right now, and a fire ignited within me. Why was I always being dominated by this woman? This time, I wasn't going to hold back. My hand suddenly slid to her chest, touching her breast, and I grabbed it hard in retaliation.
Unexpectedly, when I did this, Liang Yuzhen flinched in surprise; it seemed I had hurt her. She patted my chest, half-angrily, and said, "You really aren't a good person."
I hadn't expected this reaction; the consequences I was prepared for were now being thrown at me. It seemed Liang Yuzhen was also enjoying it. I grew bolder, my hand sliding down to roughly knead her buttocks, saying, "Even the worst isn't as bad as you."
"Really?" We pressed together, and Liang Yuzhen didn't resist at all. Instead, her legs, clamped between my legs, tightened their grip, making me feel both pain and itchiness.
She wanted to escalate things, and I wasn't going to give up, so I decided to fight her to the end. One hand flipped open her clothes, sliding directly to her bra; the other hand pulled up her skirt, hooking open her panties and attacking her rear. I pulled her close, saying, "Of course."
Liang Yuzhen hadn't expected my actions to be so intense. She grabbed my hand, which was trying to explore, and said, "Don't go too far." "
Are you scared?" I asked smugly.
"Hmph, who's scared? It's just that this isn't the right place. You don't want to be embarrassed in public later, do you? Maybe your wife will be next," Liang Yuzhen said.
That wasn't entirely unreasonable. I took advantage of the situation and let you off the hook this time, but I didn't take my hands out. My upper hand slipped inside Liang Yuzhen's bra, playing with her nipples, which were now engorged and erect. My lower hand moved from her anus to the front, where the babbling brook had already moistened her pubic hair. I carefully teased her clitoris. The woman in my arms wasn't to be outdone; her palm pressed against my penis through my pants, and she unzipped it, releasing my already eager penis. One hand stroked it back and forth, and my already engorged penis grew even larger.
Just as Liang Yuzhen was aroused by my teasing, her breath coming in sweet gasps against my chest, almost unable to bear it any longer, the music changed.
Finally, I saw that rough woman off, without a trace of regret, but rather anticipation for the next one. I subtly pressed down on the tip of my penis, holding it in place with my pants, otherwise, another embarrassment, or even worse, running into my wife, would be truly disastrous.
The thought of my wife in someone's arms, being cherished by another man, or perhaps being played with like me, surprisingly didn't bother me much; I was just a little jealous. As my thoughts wandered, that familiar, unforgettable scent wafted into my nostrils. I
felt a surge of excitement; I hadn't expected to be with Ye Ziyan so quickly. The moment I touched her, I made no attempt to hide it, releasing my penis from her thighs and thrusting it between her legs while holding her buttocks. She gasped softly in surprise, but quickly realized who it was and felt the object between her legs.
Ye Ziyan was so understanding; without my prompting, she instinctively squeezed her legs together and pressed against me. Although it wasn't very deep, it was enough to give me a good time. I kneaded her slender waist and buttocks, and she clung to my neck, offering her mouth to me.
I almost succumbed to pleasure. It had been so long since I'd touched those intoxicating red lips. Our tongues intertwined, exchanging nectar. I frantically sucked the nectar from Ye Ziyan's mouth. Not only was her fragrance comforting, but the warm liquid made my blood boil, and I felt incredibly energized. One hand pressed against Ye Ziyan's buttocks, while the other slipped inside her shirt, pushing aside her bra and kneading her breasts vigorously. Ye Ziyan moaned softly, responding with pleasure. Soon, I felt a dampness and warmth in my pants. Even through two layers of pants, it was soaked through. I wondered how Ye Ziyan had been violated by those men. My palm rubbed back and forth on Ye Ziyan's buttocks, but I couldn't find any trace of underwear. I wondered if it was a thong? I searched the cleft of her buttocks for a while, but couldn't find the thin strap. Was she not wearing anything? I lifted her skirt, and my fingers touched the patch of grass at the entrance of her vagina. Not only was the grass wet, but the front of her skirt was also soaked with the fluid from her vagina. My fingers were inserted into her vagina, which was filled with vaginal fluid. My tongue withdrew from Ye Ziyan's mouth. I asked her, "Aren't you wearing underwear?" "Yes." "And now?" I pressed. "Zhou Cang just took them off," Ye Ziyan whispered, leaning on my shoulder. I mischievously asked, "Didn't he penetrate you?" "He was just about to, but the music changed." My penis was already hard as a cudgel. I couldn't hold back any longer. I lifted Ye Ziyan's skirt, raised one of her legs, placed it on my waist, aimed at her vagina, and thrust in. Ye Ziyan let out a "Ah!" and hurriedly covered her mouth. The music in the sex bar was very loud; no one but me could hear that sound. Stimulated by the women before me, my body felt like it was on fire, desperately needing water to extinguish it. I held Ye Ziyan's waist, my lower body thrusting rapidly. Ye Ziyan, already aroused by the women before me, was completely aroused by my penetration. The music stopped, leaving only Ye Ziyan's moans and the slapping sounds of our bodies colliding. I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Ah... ah ah... you big bad guy... ah... you're all big bad guys..." "Men aren't bad, women aren't," I replied. I thrust harder, oblivious to the music playing. "Harder... ah... ah... I'm almost there..." Ye Ziyan's vagina contracted tightly, gripping my back and pulling. My penis was surrounded by her juices, and I could feel her vagina tightening. She was desperately trying to kiss me. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pressed her buttocks down and thrust in hard. I felt myself all the way in. Ye Ziyan's vagina suddenly contracted, releasing a torrent of juices. My penis was flushed, and I felt a surge of heat. Semen shot from my penis deep into her vagina. Ye Ziyan was struck by the hot semen, and her vagina tightened again. I reached climax once more. The music gradually faded, indicating it was about to change. I hurriedly pulled my penis out of Ye Ziyan's vagina, feeling like pulling a piston. Semen mixed with vaginal fluid flowed out. I grabbed tissues from my pocket, and Ye Ziyan and I frantically cleaned up the mess. The music stopped, and I quickly wiped my penis, zipped up my pants, and Ye Ziyan moved on to the next person.
Soon the music changed again, and this time a strange woman snuggled into my arms—unfamiliar touch, unfamiliar scent. I tried to identify her but couldn't. Whether she was used to it after what happened before or didn't take this intrusion seriously, she offered no resistance. Having already been with Ye Ziyan, I wasn't as agitated this time.
I didn't recognize the next few women. One of them was fierce; my hand was grabbed tightly as I tried to provoke her, the force no less than a man's. The warning was strong, as if saying, "If you dare to continue, I'll throw you over your shoulder." Faced with such fierce resistance, I naturally didn't dare to act rashly again. This woman is a match for Liang Yuzhen.
After filtering through all the women, the only one I could think of was Qin Xue. I didn't expect this woman to be so unfaithful, and actually quite capable. But I didn't pay much attention, secretly thinking, "If I pick her, see how I deal with her." I wondered if she was just as formidable in bed.
This unpleasant dance finally ended, one pest gone, and the next woman approached, her hand barely reaching her waist, eagerly sliding towards her buttocks. Having drunk some wine, and after being with so many women, not only my heart but also my brain was already dizzy and confused. Soft and smooth, it felt quite nice to touch. After a few tentative touches, it felt somewhat familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.
Seeing that she didn't resist, my hand slowly slid up to her waist, very slender and soft, feeling very familiar, but my mind was sluggish, and I suddenly couldn't remember who it was. Wanting to confirm further, I directly attacked her chest, but just as I was about to touch her, my hand was slapped. "[So many women you let run wild, is that fun?]" the woman in my arms suddenly spoke.
"Ugh! Honey! I really wanted to die then.
" "You still know I'm your wife?" my wife said sourly.
"Of course I know! I only dared to do this because I recognized you!" I
lied, lying through my teeth. "Stop lying! You do this to every woman you've been with!" my wife bluntly exposed my lie.
"No, absolutely not." I'd rather die than admit to something like that. Now that we were out in the open, I became bolder, embracing my wife as we danced, carefully feeling her, my hands deliberately wandering over her body. My palm slowly slid towards her breasts, gently kneading them.
My wife was immediately swayed; after a few moments, she leaned limply against me, forgetting even what she wanted to say.
So quickly intoxicated; it seemed she had accumulated a lot of desire before, her body burning with lust. Even with her strong will, she was still a woman, and her body must have been unbearably itchy, desperately needing a man's comfort. Being a man myself, I could easily guess that those men wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass, especially those who hadn't yet been intimate with their wives; they probably wanted to devour her whole. The thought of her being wantonly played with by those men made me a little jealous.
My hand slipped under her skirt, through her panties, and casually brushed against her lower body, my hand covered in sticky fluid, already soaked. My hand pressed against the inside of her thigh, her stockings also sticky. Just as I expected, for some reason, I still felt a little resentful.
My sensitive wife naturally noticed my actions and guessed my intentions. She recoiled in shame and anger, pulling my hand out from under her skirt. I withdrew my hand and quietly embraced her as we danced, and she leaned softly against me. I didn't know what she was feeling at that moment, but images of her being tortured and violated by Su Feng, Zhou Cang, and those other men kept flashing through my mind.
Although a lingering unease remained, for some reason, I felt no regret. We danced together, embracing, feeling each other's heartbeats, savoring the atmosphere.
As we became more immersed, the music changed again. My wife slipped from my arms and into another man's embrace. I watched her, feeling reluctant to let her go, yet helpless. I wondered if she felt the same way, or if she was simply enjoying herself. Considering her personality, I preferred to believe she felt the same way.
As the saying goes, every gain has its loss. Lost in thought, another woman entered my arms. Before I could even recognize her, she spoke up, "What are you daydreaming about?" I was brought back to reality, recognizing Li Qiuyue's voice. Since that forced encounter in the bathroom, I didn't know if she was avoiding me or just too embarrassed to face me, nor did I know how to confront her; we hadn't contacted each other.
"Nothing!" I replied softly, strangely nervous, like a child caught doing something wrong, unsure what to do with my hands.
"What? Suddenly changed your mind? Or do you feel guilty?" Li Qiuyue noticed my reaction and teased,
"Is there a difference?" I asked, puzzled.
"Of course there is. I'll decide whether to forgive you or not, and whether to give you a treat, based on your answer," Li Qiuyue said, standing on tiptoe and whispering in my ear.
It seemed I had been too persistent, too concerned, and felt guilty. Her saying this meant she had already forgiven me. But to make her happy, I still half-jokingly said, "Of course I feel sorry for you!" "Okay! I'll forget about it, as if it never happened," Li Qiuyue said, sticking out her tongue and licking my earlobe down to my ear canal. "You have to forget too!" "Okay!" I felt a tingling sensation all over my body and trembled.
Li Qiuyue took my hand and placed it on her waist, pressing against me. Her tongue traced from my ear to my neck, while her hand seductively caressed my lower body. Worried that my wife was being taken advantage of, and fueled by her pent-up emotions, I kissed her passionately, kneading her breasts and buttocks.
She responded by twisting her waist, her hand, through my pants, constantly stroking and rubbing me.
The thought of my wife beside me, surrounded by so many men and women, filled me with a mix of excitement and jealousy. Excitement because it felt like I was having an affair in front of my wife, and jealousy because I didn't know how she was being taken advantage of. Li Qiuyue was truly daring, and she certainly succeeded in arousing my desire. I quickly became unsatisfied, pressing her hand down, pulling her waist tighter, and thrusting between her legs.
Li Qiuyue knew how to create pleasure for a man; she lifted her tight skirt, allowing me to directly penetrate her thighs, and even crossed her legs, squeezing them tighter. It felt like real sex; we both pretended to writhe, and I eagerly thrust my hips.
The close friction gave Li Qiuyue a strange pleasure. To avoid crying out, she buried her face in my chest, and even bit my breast, sucking like a baby. I had never experienced anything like this before; it was very special. I couldn't quite distinguish whether I was male or female, whether I was having sex or breastfeeding. Occasionally, I would even have inexplicable doubts, wondering if I had become a woman.
In this environment, with this kind of stimulation, it was hard to last long; soon my whole body was burning up. But the music gave me no chance. Just as I was about to reach climax, it suddenly jumped, jumped, damn it, jumped!
Whether it was deliberate revenge or evil, Li Qiuyue instantly broke free from my embrace and turned to the next man. She was like a wicked female demon, stirring up the deepest desires in people, yet never letting them be satisfied. Just when
you were about to find pleasure, she turned and vanished into black mold, disappearing from your world, leaving you awake as if from a dream, longing and yearning, but forever nowhere to be found, never to be found again.
This regret will forever remain in your heart, tormenting your soul, leaving you with no outlet, only slowly wasting away until death.
This time, Li Qiuyue did a great job. For a few seconds, I really felt hopeless, as if everything in the world had lost its color, becoming no longer beautiful, no longer attractive. Even the next woman in my arms felt somewhat tasteless. I was a little distracted playing from then on, and it took me a long time to recover. Before I could cheer myself up and enjoy it again, the game was nearing its end. I can't say whether this was Li Qiuyue's deliberate trickery or my own doing, a punishment for my own actions.
The music stopped, and the lights in the room came on. In those few seconds when the lights came on, I saw everyone hurriedly separating, straightening their clothes. Not far away, Qian Hao and Ye Ziyan separated, Qian Hao was still zipping up his pants, [I wonder if he's even inserted it?] I thought to myself. Everyone walked towards the bar in the middle. I noticed that my wife's walking posture was a little strange. She held her skirt close to her thighs with both hands, walking carefully, and her hair, which was originally tied up, was now loose. The men tacitly raised their glasses to hide their embarrassment, while the women's cheeks were flushed, their clothes disheveled in various ways. Everyone gathered together, chatting and drinking. To wash away the lingering regret in my heart, I drank quite a bit. Alcohol really does have a numbing effect; looking at the flamboyant women around me, I felt that even a life of drunken revelry couldn't be more blissful.
I don't know how much I drank or how long we chatted; I was in a daze, unable to even spot my wife. This hazy environment, combined with the effects of alcohol, allowed desires to spread and churn unconsciously.
The atmosphere became somewhat ambiguous; men and women laughed and joked, seemingly feeling a surge of heat in each other's bodies and a dryness in their throats. Perhaps sensing that the time was right, Ye Ziyan came out and announced it was time for a spring outing.
Hearing "spring outing," the other men seemed a little disappointed, while the women were excited and joyful. My wife and I were a little confused, not knowing what was going on. Ye Ziyan explained that tonight, the women would choose; the men would stand in a circle, and the women would be inside the circle, whoever they grabbed would be theirs. This post's recent rating record: fzl666, +8 gold coins, reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!

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