Trading a prostitute for another man's wife!

Cause:
Around 11 PM on May 8, 2003, after returning from work, I turned on my PC as usual and entered a video chat room I was familiar with (there were many passionate women here; if you joined a certain group, you could have passionate sex and video chats every day, of course, these VIP privileges were based on trust). I probably saw eight people having explicit sex on one platform every week, men and women alike, and after a while, I got a little tired of it, feeling it wasn't much different from watching porn. So I created my own chat room platform called "Passionate Interaction" hoping to find new excitement. About three minutes later, a couple joined the video chat; the man called himself "Wife Swapping," and the woman called herself "Husband Swapping." I didn't pay much attention at first, just casually exchanged a few pleasantries with them. Perhaps my ID was somewhat well-known in this video chat room, and they knew my tastes and preferences, directly asking if I was interested in wife swapping. At that time, I was also very curious, because I had tried everything else, and this seemed to be the first time someone had been so direct. So I agreed, and of course, I also thanked the couple... I learned a bit about the woman's situation. The man was 37, a business owner (high school education), and the woman was 28, an accountant (bachelor's degree). They had one son, had been married for 6 years, and were platinum members of the website (at that time, although I had some reputation, I was only a gold member; membership level was related to seniority). We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to contact each other afterward to proceed with the exchange. Of course, I didn't have a wife, so I used my girlfriend as the condition for the exchange. Perhaps they trusted me more. The woman's figure was also shown in the video (although she had given birth and was a bit chubby, she was still pretty overall, and her buttocks were quite attractive)...

Development:
After the meeting ended, as agreed, we talked on the phone and arranged to meet at a well-known pub in Xintiandi, Shanghai, the day after tomorrow. I initially agreed out of curiosity, but later I felt it was becoming more and more realistic. Since I frequented that website, there were many things to consider, and I couldn't back out, because as the Shanghai saying goes, "If you're thrown out of the wave, you have to stand on the crest." To be honest, I felt quite helpless after the phone call. Although I enjoy sex and passion, I've never used my woman or my casual sex partners as bargaining chips to sleep with another man, nor am I mentally prepared to sleep with someone else's wife under such special circumstances. This feels very different from stealing someone else's wife, and it's also different from buying prostitution. After thinking about it for half the night, and with dawn approaching, I finally came up with an even more unhealthy and exciting method. Looking back, I feel quite despicable, but at the time I was very excited. I could find a prostitute, give her a sum of money to pretend to be my girlfriend, and swap wives with some man. Of course, everything went smoothly. Through a friend, I found a prostitute, gave her 1,000 yuan, and arranged everything beforehand. And so, my plan to swap someone else's wife with a prostitute began...

to be Climax

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The next day, we met as agreed. The prostitute and I were waiting in a corner of the pub for 20.00 yuan, but after half an hour, nothing happened. I started to get anxious, wondering if they were playing a joke on me, otherwise my 1,000 yuan would be wasted (because I'm quite averse to prostitutes and find them dirty). I casually observed my surroundings. The pub was large, and relatively empty with few people. All sorts of men and women seemed to be observing their surroundings, as if ready to pounce on prey… Just then, my phone rang. It was them calling, “Your wife is quite nice, and very young.” I was initially taken aback; no one was coming or going from the pub. Then the music coming from the phone matched the music in the pub I was in. I nervously looked around and finally spotted a couple in the north corner. Everyone took pictures below, and they waved to me, signaling me to come over. Although I was a little annoyed, damn it, they had been hiding in the corner watching me for half an hour. Damn, that was really insidious. I grabbed the girl's hand and walked towards them, casually observing the couple as well. The man was a bit fat, the kind of guy who couldn't see his own penis when he stood up to pee, looking like a nouveau riche. The woman was very mature and dressed very seductively, with a lot of gold and platinum. We sat down and started chatting. The man greeted me, saying, "To be on the safe side, people like us need to be more self-protective." The woman was rather silent, holding her man's hand the whole time, as if they had a very good relationship (damn, it sounded so fake to me).

We had a Western meal together. The food was good, but I was quite nervous. The man was very talkative and kept asking me about my girlfriend and me. I was feeling guilty and afraid of giving myself away (I had previously asked the woman not to wear studded pants and not to swear incessantly; at least she had to act polite. Luckily, she was smart; she'd do what she was asked for). Throughout the meal, no one mentioned the rules or methods of wife-swapping, and of course, I couldn't break the ice. During the meal, one of the women seemed quite considerate, constantly handing her man salad and jam. I secretly observed her; she had a fair complexion and thin eyebrows… There were obvious signs of makeup; the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and her hair was dyed blonde, but after a while, you could see the black roots. Her neck, while not exactly beautiful, was at least long. Overall, she had a rather elegant air (I was thinking to myself, "I'm going to sleep with this bitch tonight, I wonder if she'll still give me some life advice, haha. She's the epitome of a refined, mature woman."). The meal was rather rushed. The man was very direct and frank, asking me: "I've already booked two private rooms at the ** Hotel next door, shall we go…?" His previous reserve during the meal suddenly veered off-topic, catching me off guard. But in my mind, I thought, "The game is about to begin."

After entering the hotel, we each went to rooms 1203 and 1205. He said he needed to talk to his wife about something, and I agreed. Then, in my room, I told the prostitute, "Don't go for any 'full service,' or I'll be embarrassed if someone finds out." I felt that the man was experienced in wife-swapping, and I was worried he'd notice something amiss. Luckily, the prostitute I hired was clever and knew how to act like a well-bred lady... He knocked on my door and gave me the key to the next room. Of course, I wasn't going to back down, so I gestured to leave and then kissed the prostitute (thinking to myself, "Damn, that's disgusting. It's my first time kissing a prostitute. If it weren't for... I wouldn't have done it"). I closed my door, took the key, and went into the next room. The woman was sitting on the bed, seemingly unhappy, expressionless, staring blankly at the TV. I was a little nervous, probably because it was my first time doing something like this, so I sat down against the headboard and asked her if she needed water. She didn't react... After about five quiet minutes, she walked up to me, started taking off her clothes, removed her bra, threw away her top, leaving her in only a white lace panty (I extremely dislike white because I feel that pure colors are evil). She didn't smile at me, but just asked me suspiciously, "What's wrong? Should we take a shower first?" Maybe I was a little flustered, so I shook my head. She seemed very skilled, adjusting the room lights to the lowest setting, and started touching my penis. Then she took off my pants. At this point, I probably wasn't quite aroused yet, only watching her breasts swaying as she squatted down. Her areolas were a bit dark, probably from being sucked too much by her man. However, her lower abdomen was quite beautiful, without an ounce of fat. She pressed me down on the bed and played with my penis with her hand, which felt quite good. She even teased my anus with her little finger, and I could feel the sound of her long, thin nails touching my anal and pubic hair. I lay flat like a log, completely lacking the relaxation I felt during previous sex sessions. I felt like a work of art being caressed. Perhaps because my head was close to the headboard, I could already hear the lewd sounds coming from the couple next door. Haha, maybe the woman heard it too. I don't know why she suddenly became addicted again, giving me oral sex and then licking my anus. Her hands were quite skilled. I felt like I needed to release gas down there, and my blood was boiling. I lifted my legs up, trying to expose my anus and genitals to her. She also skillfully played with my testicles with her hands, sucking on my urethral opening and anus with her tongue. I gradually got into the mood, squeezing her breasts with my hands, which felt very loose. Soft, I squeezed hard, her oral sex rhythm varying with the frequency of my squeezing her breasts. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, but I held it in. I teased her lips with my toes, damn, it felt so good. I guessed she was aroused too, sucking on my foot... After the foreplay, she straddled me, easily guiding my penis inside. Maybe because she had given birth, I felt she was a bit looser than my girlfriend, but her body temperature was very high, my penis head felt like a lit candle, incredibly comfortable and pleasurable. I lay there without moving, and she swayed her breasts and buttocks up and down, "thump ... Compared to the woman, there was no sound. Our room was quiet, except for the "sound of flesh being killed" during sex. This continued for about 20 minutes. I pulled out and ejaculated on her anus. I could see the semen flowing down her anus to her perineum, then leaving a trail on her vulva, finally sliding down her pubic hair like a slug walking away… We didn't do it a second time that night. The sounds of sex filled the next room all night, but my wife and I slept quietly. I could tell she wasn't happy, so I asked, "How many times have you done wife-swapping?" She didn't answer. I asked again, and she replied that it was the third time. Perhaps because I looked approachable, she felt comfortable telling me about her experiences.

It turned out her husband had forced her into wife-swapping the first time, and after she slept with him, he became addicted to it. But she loved him very much, so she tried her best to satisfy his demands. I felt a little sorry for her. She relied on… She cried on my shoulder. At that moment, I felt sorry for this woman, and at the same time, I thought about how I had swapped a prostitute for someone else's wife, which was indeed immoral. I felt a sense of guilt... That night, I didn't have sex with her a second time, although my libido was still very strong because the noise from the couple next door making love made it impossible for me to calm down.

Summary:

From then on, my name was probably known to members of the wife-swapping club, and he spoke very highly of my "girlfriend" (of course, prostitutes make a living this way, so she must be good). Many friends in this circle contacted me hoping to swap, but because I felt very bad about this experience, and I still remember the woman's tears and that disappointed expression, I changed my phone number and never did it again. In short, I didn't feel any pleasure from this experience. I hope that everyone will have ethics and morality when engaging in BT (sexual) content, so that there is no real pleasure.

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