***Confession (Reposted, from a female perspective)

I'm a career woman in my early twenties, married, and I love him very much. We're both highly educated and have always been open about sex. During holidays, we have many great places to go, like the beach or nightclubs, but I've never considered partner swapping!

Two years ago, honestly, I never even thought about sex. I'd heard others talk about it, but they always spoke of it jokingly. To me, it was simply impossible, and I knew it would never happen to me. I always considered sex a private matter between husband and wife; back then, I wouldn't even dare to utter the word "sex."

Let me tell you, I don't find intercourse or other sexual matters shameful, and I'm not conservative. When my husband and I are together, we can try different positions, and after each time, we discuss the experience. We're not embarrassed at all; in fact, after discussing it, we make it even more exciting and stimulating. I don't know if other couples do this, but I know that what we do is perfectly normal, and for me, it's commonplace.

I was also afraid my husband would have an affair. Although he wasn't a door-to-door salesman, he did travel for work once or twice a year. I thought he must have had various romantic encounters or opportunities to philander. In the first year of our marriage, he admitted to fooling around with other women while traveling, but I didn't mind too much, just telling him to be more hygienic. I thought most men would do the same if their wives weren't around.

So, not long after, he started telling me all about his affairs, even recounting the exciting details. When I heard him describe the erotic scenes and his adventures in brothels, I got excited myself. I wanted him to tell me every detail; I wanted to know what the women were like, what they did, and how my husband reacted to them.

Although my husband had many extramarital affairs, I never did. I didn't know if he minded, but in fact, it never happened. When he left me, it wasn't that I didn't want to; honestly, my body desperately needed it. Despite this, I forced myself not to have an affair.

One day, my husband came home and suddenly suggested a sexual encounter. I couldn't believe my ears. Caught off guard, I vehemently opposed it and felt deeply humiliated.

Here's what happened: He came home from another place that day and told me he had attended a party with five couples, three of whom brought their wives. My husband and two other single young men had already agreed on who would sleep with whom, and they ended up spending two days and two nights in a wild party. He described every detail to me, as if he still longed for those two days and nights of revelry. He even described every action in detail. I felt both fascinated and terrified.

Then, he said he wanted to have sex with someone else! In fact, he had already arranged a wild sex party with several other couples. Hearing this, I became even more frightened. I burst into tears. I rejected all his suggestions; I just felt betrayed, oppressed, and being made into a promiscuous person. I thought to myself, how could I be naked in front of a complete stranger, how could I let him caress me, or even have sex with me? That was simply impossible, something I could never accept!

Our discussion resulted in a huge argument. But my husband wouldn't give in; he kept trying to persuade me, using every trick in the book, from threats to bribes. In the end, I had no choice but to give in, reluctantly and fearfully agreeing to attend the party.

My first party filled me with dread and fear. I didn't even know how to dress myself; that evening, I had no idea what I wore or how I got dressed before getting into the car. In fact, I didn't even know where the party was. When I arrived, I saw a couple inside, who seemed to be the hosts.

Inside, they introduced me to the other guests; my husband already knew everyone there. I noticed they showed no signs of nervousness, but rather appeared quite relaxed. They spoke naturally, as if attending a casual gathering of friends.

I felt abandoned; even my husband didn't care about me or pay any attention to me. After a while, they seemed to be expecting new topics, new things to talk about, while my mind went blank. Later, all I could think about was what would happen to me in a little while. Then, I suddenly thought I should leave quickly; if I didn't stop at the last minute, I didn't know what would become of me.

But soon after, I realized that wasn't the case. After half an hour, when there was nothing left to talk about, and after having a drink, the host couple suggested getting down to business.

I wanted to take this opportunity to leave, but I couldn't. I knew that if I left, my marriage with my husband might end. I loved my husband too much; I couldn't do that!

I thought to myself: This must be an old-fashioned brothel, where everyone finds a partner and then goes to find their own place for a tryst. I would be alone with a strange man; I would definitely go crazy. However, the way these people exchanged themselves was truly unusual; they actually started right there in the guest room. This was a scene I had never witnessed before!

Everyone began to undress. It wasn't as terrifying as I had imagined, because since everyone was undressing, I felt it would be impolite not to. So I followed suit, removing my clothes until I was completely naked.

The room was dimly lit and warm as spring, but I trembled uncontrollably. And then, everything began in my terrified state!

Everyone took their positions in the living room and began to have sex! In my entire life, I never even imagined such a scene, and I was completely taken aback. I was so engrossed in watching them, so completely absorbed, that I almost forgot I was watching them; instead, I was doing what they were doing. Vaguely,

I noticed a man approaching me. He said something to me, but I can't remember what he said. Then his hand reached out to me; it felt like he had a hundred hands and a thousand arms. Every part of my body was touched by him, but I didn't really feel anything. I watched the couples having sex, their passionate movements, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. His hands only fueled my growing heat!

Yes, I was definitely aroused, because I found myself unknowingly sitting in the arms of a strange man. He continued to caress my breasts and thighs. Suddenly, I felt a different kind of sexual excitement than before. I stopped watching others' actions and focused on my own. I ignored my partner's appearance and his name; all I knew was that he was a man, a man with a very developed genital system. I let him enter me, feeling his thick, hot penis penetrating deep into my vagina.

At that moment, I caught a glimpse of my husband. He was naked and tightly embracing another woman, a beautiful woman I didn't recognize. She was straddling my husband's lap, writhing and swaying her hips. I guessed that my husband's penis was inside her, and both of them looked extremely satisfied, practically in ecstasy!

I also felt like I was in heaven. I began to drift into a state of confusion. I hugged the man tightly, and like the woman in my husband's arms, I frantically rubbed and stroked his penis with my vulva.

After a while, the man picked me up and placed me on the sofa. He grabbed my ankles, lifted my legs high, and then thrust his thick, hard penis into my vagina, pumping wildly. His movements took me to places I had never been before. I didn't know if he was enjoying me or I was enjoying him; I seemed to be on a series of waves of pleasure.

When it was all over, I lay on the floor, limp and powerless, closing my eyes and replaying the pleasure of having sex with the men. I couldn't believe that what I had been so terrified of was now lingering in my memory. I was no longer afraid; I only felt an incomparable pleasure, a pleasure my husband had never given me.

That night didn't end there. The rest of the time was spent in a grand exchange, with me having sex with several other men in the living room several times. I was no longer passive or unwilling. I was unaware of my husband's interactions with other women; I no longer paid attention to him. I focused solely on my own enjoyment. I remember that night, besides the two-person sessions, there were other, more complex games. I also vaguely remember even having sex with three men. Normally, I would have thought they were gang-raping me, but at that moment I was completely absorbed. I wantonly let each man take turns inserting his penis into my vagina and thrusting until he ejaculated.

Some people say that after attending such a party, you'll feel unsatisfied when you get home and want to do it again with your spouse. But I didn't. I felt completely exhausted. I just lay down on the bed and fell asleep in less than five minutes. I slept for thirteen hours, as if I had a wet dream. When I woke up, I felt great, more energetic than ever before. I felt full of life, as if I had been reborn, a completely different person.

When I told my husband about that night, I said I had never felt so happy. He laughed and told me he had already told me. But I still wasn't entirely convinced. I thought I must have been drunk that night. But at the very least, I would love to attend the next party. I had to be fully aware of how I felt. If it was still like that night, then I would admit that it was truly a happy night. If I found it wasn't like that night, I would never attend these lovely yet terrifying parties again.

For a week or two after that night, I kept thinking about it. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to have that party. I prepared everything for the next party, determined to see everything clearly. I won't blindly accept things; I'll actively engage in various actions.

I no longer have that fear, apprehension, and rebellious feeling I used to have. On the contrary, I can truly experience it for myself. I can get to know my partner, and I can watch other women have sex with men without any embarrassment, learning from them.

Another party I attended was even more lively. I originally intended to experience it with a clear mind, but that clarity only lasted for a short time at the beginning. In the end, I still spent that night in a state of ecstasy. Because that kind of occasion is simply intoxicating.

When the party started, they first played the video recording of the previous party. On the big screen, I saw another man besides my husband who was having sex with me for the first time—my first partner at the last party, whom I now know is Mr. Chen. I also saw the live footage of me and three other men taking turns having sex. At

the party, I unexpectedly ran into Meimei and Atai, who worked at the same company. They were a young newlywed couple. I never dreamed they would be at such an event. As a result, my first partner was Atai. When all the men and women in the living room were naked, I paid the most attention to Atai. Atai was also looking at me. At this moment, Mr. Chen walked towards me again. But when he saw Atai and I making eye contact, he wisely shifted his attention to other women. So, Atai and I quickly embraced.

Atai was very strong. I pressed my breasts against his broad chest and felt him trembling all over. I invited him to sit on the sofa, and then sat in his lap. Without saying much, our lower bodies were already joined together. In my opinion, his penis was not as thick and long as Mr. Chen's, and even less than my husband's, but I didn't care about that. Besides, I felt that he had his own characteristics, namely, it was very hard. He was almost like a dragon boat carrying a drum. Then he stood up and, in a fancy "dragon boat hanging drum" style, carried me around the living room to watch the other men and women having sex.

The first person I saw was Meimei. She and my husband were lying on the sofa, playing the "69" position. This Meimei, usually a demure office lady, was now behaving like a wanton little slut. Her sweet cherry-like mouth was sucking and swallowing my husband's glans. But thinking about myself, wasn't I also a slut at this moment?

Atai must have been stimulated. He told me to put my legs down so he could thrust into me while I was standing. He thrust quickly and forcefully. Before long, I was in ecstasy. Just as he was about to ejaculate, he stopped and then used his strong arms to lift my body upside down and kiss my vulva. Of course, I also put his glans in my mouth. He licked and kissed my vulva so pleasurably that he ejaculated into my mouth. I was already intoxicated and felt a little thirsty, so I swallowed his semen.

Atai put me on the sofa, giving me a grateful look. He offered to continue giving me oral sex, but I told him to sit down and rest. Just then, two naked young men approached me as "backup" partners. They were single men who, during the couples' swapping, would take over if one man ejaculated early, preventing the women from gritting their teeth. My husband had played that role before these two gatherings.

The two young men politely offered me sex. I was still youthful, but my skin had aged. I grabbed their erect penises and kept them both. I had seen videos of them playing "sandwich" with other women. So I asked them to play with me. One of them lay on the carpet in front of the sofa, and the woman knelt on top of him, letting her vagina envelop his penis. The other young man then pressed down on the woman from behind, inserting his penis into her anus. I wanted to try it too, but didn't want to be suffocated, so I suggested we play standing up, with them attacking from both ends. Both young men were quite experienced. Their coordination was seamless, sometimes one in and one out, sometimes attacking simultaneously, making me moan loudly. However, the hall was already filled with lewd sounds, and my moans were just a chorus in the symphony.

The joyful atmosphere made me lose myself, but afterwards my buttocks ached for several days. Because neither my husband nor I had ever been penetrated there before.

After attending that party, I became even more confident that sex was the most wonderful thing in the world, and now I was experiencing an even more magical part, making me feel more perfect and more excited. I have to admit that I truly enjoyed myself at the party, and I told myself, "You didn't do anything wrong!"

But I still felt guilty because I hadn't let my husband penetrate my anus first. When I apologized to my husband, he said, "I know you'll still feel a little ashamed, but I'm glad you've found it enjoyable. Don't be afraid, let's keep going!"

From that moment on, my view of sex was completely different. I was glad I had the opportunity to participate in this kind of gathering that not everyone has the chance to attend. After each gathering, I discovered a new kind of pleasure. Before participating, I never imagined there were so many endless sensations that most people could never experience in their lifetime. It seems that sex is not just about couples swapping; you can learn many different sexual techniques, new sensations, and new joys. I can't help but believe that sex gatherings bring me endless satisfaction.

I once tried a sexual game where two people attacked me from both ends, and I truly enjoyed it. But after that time when my buttocks hurt, I stopped trying it blindly, believing that it should only be done once in a while. We believe that anyone can create a sexual game they've never experienced before. Later, I tried three people together, even four or six people. The feeling was truly indescribable!

During one of our elaborate performances for a group of friends, I tried something like this. Two men lay on top of each other with their penises close together, and I was on top of them, with one penis in my vagina and one in my anus, and another in my mouth. One was also between my breasts, and my hands weren't idle either; each hand held a thick, hard penis. This went on until all six men ejaculated into my mouth, vagina, anus, cleavage, and hands.

Only now do I realize that sexual intercourse between men and women is not as simple or formulaic as we imagine. I thought it was something only I had done, and others might not know how to do it, but after attending these gatherings, I learned that many people already knew, and did it more skillfully and superiorly than we did. I learned many different techniques. In terms of sex, there's really no right or wrong; as long as you feel pleasure, it's right!

For example, no matter how strong and powerful a man is, he can't satisfy a woman full of desire. A woman can have intercourse for a long time, but a man always needs a rest before he can go again. Many women don't often have a sexual need, but there are times when they really do. In our group, we found only one solution: partner swapping.

After attending these gatherings, I have a different perspective on nude magazines and pornographic films. Before attending, I would blush and feel hot-faced just looking at those erotic pictures. Even when my husband and I looked at them together, we felt very embarrassed. Now I think those pictures are a very interesting form of stimulation, allowing people to indulge in unrestrained pleasure. Furthermore, I even participated in taking nude photos so that my fellow members could cherish and reminisce. In our home, we also keep color photos and videos of my wife and I having sex with other members.

Modern people may limit their sexual activity to a small circle due to civilization and morality. Marriage is a great thing, and we don't need to avoid it, but if sex is only done secretly between husband and wife, without this kind of game, there's no real enjoyment. Those couples who engage in partner swapping bring more satisfaction to a monotonous marriage—something no couple, no matter how open or sincere, can achieve. Because two people are always limited, what they can think of and what they can do is even more limited. Therefore, those who support partner swapping have their own perspectives; everyone has different viewpoints. These gatherings bring a more fulfilling sex life to men and women, making their lives more interesting and satisfying.

I know many men and women share my previous thoughts and will strongly oppose my current statements, considering me a harlot. They will surely believe that partner swapping is not something humans should do, and that those who have done it will inevitably degenerate into strange and monstrous individuals. But this is not the case.

For some, this might be true, but for me, I do admit that, based on my own judgment, partner swapping is definitely necessary, and I'm very happy that my husband led me to these parties. I have no regrets; I feel my body needs this kind of enjoyment, and it makes me more vibrant.

I just convinced myself that I truly enjoyed it to the fullest. As for others, they should have their own thoughts and make their own decisions. I believe that whatever decision they make must be beneficial to themselves.

Later, I learned from Meimei how she joined this party. Meimei isn't the career-driven type; she doesn't have much ambition and only hoped to marry a good husband and be a virtuous wife and mother from a young age. Not long after entering the workforce, she started dating and got married.

Meimei has been married to Atai for a year, and they recently celebrated their anniversary. In this past year, Meimei went from an unmarried girl to a man's wife, experiencing the joys and sorrows of living with a man.

On the joy side, she can be affectionate with her husband and ask him to provide various services when needed. As for the sexual enjoyment, it's the most exhilarating of all the experiences she's had. She often lay in bed, feigning shyness, repeatedly saying "No!", but it was just a ruse.

Because of her resistance, her husband, Atai, would use every trick in the book to arouse her desires. He would employ every technique at his disposal until she was panting and repeatedly crying out "I want it!" before he would proudly mount her, and after a fierce battle, her back ached and she would fall asleep. Meimei, having enjoyed herself, would then complain that her husband was unromantic and only knew how to release his pent-up desires.

Another source of distress was their differing lifestyles and opinions, which naturally led to many frictions. The crux of the problem often lay in the fact that Atai was just a low-level employee with a modest income and little money for various expenses, thus causing conflict.

Meimei often complained that Atai was useless, too busy with work, too busy polishing his boss's shoes, and sometimes even during sex, he was preoccupied with his daytime business. Meimei sometimes wondered if she had married too early. She was only twenty, while other women her age were constantly changing boyfriends, surrounded by suitors, with many falling at her feet. Yet, she was destined to be Atai's exclusive possession. Meimei had

only ever had a close relationship with Atai. In her spare time, she sometimes questioned herself, was it foolish to be so devoted to one person for life?

Since Atai was a decent man, his methods for making Meimei happy in bed were limited to a few basic moves. His biggest weakness was his lack of creativity. In the early days of their sweet sex life, Meimei found it incredibly wonderful. She loved Atai to death, so after only six months of dating, she married him in a whirlwind romance. The thought of enjoying this sweet sex life every night made her feel that even dying for him would be worthwhile.

However, humans are insatiable. Too much sex led to a loss of mystery and the burning passion within. Meimei consulted her close friends, some young and some old, and their assessment was that anything done too often will become tiresome—that's an unchanging truth. Even eating abalone, sea cucumber, and shark fin every day will eventually become tiresome. The problem is that sex is a thousand times more delicious than eating abalone. Usually, women have their first sexual experience at seventeen or eighteen, or even fourteen or fifteen, and it takes eight to ten years before they start to get tired of it. For Meimei to be bored after only one year of marriage is extremely unusual; it's possible that one of the couple has a problem.

These women, just like men, get animated when talking about relationships. However, women's approach to sex differs from men's. When men talk about sex, they conjure up all sorts of strange phenomena, tell lewd jokes, speak loudly while laughing softly, their laughter both obscene and wicked, usually frightening the young girls around them. As for the discussions about sex among aunts, cousins, and other housewives, there's not much fantasy or exaggeration. Instead, they talk about family matters, gossip, and practical cases, discussing which husband is too tall, which is too short, and how their wives are sexually frigid.

They know all about their sexual encounters. Because they can delve deeply into sex, carefully verify information, and boldly analyze, if a wife inadvertently mentions her husband's shortcomings, the entire social circle will likely know that he's a "short-statured" man. Many husbands repeatedly warn against discussing their shortcomings in front of these housewives, as the consequences could be severe.

Atai also warned Meimei not to mention his shortcomings to other friends. In fact, Meimei never complained about his shortcomings, and she didn't know anything wrong with him. However, the fact that they had sex so quickly felt like a routine task, as if the initial thrill and excitement had been lost. Meimei's best friend is Feifei, who is ten years older than Meimei. Feifei has been married to Gao Xingjiao for seven years, but the couple is still very much in love, at least on the surface, neither of them seems to have experienced the seven-year

itch. Feifei analyzes Meimei and Atai's sexual problems, believing the crux of the issue is that Atai is too serious, lacks common sense about sex, and is also imaginative and rigid, resulting in a monotonous and unexciting approach to sex. According to Feifei's analysis, Meimei suffers from the same problem—a lack of experience in enjoying sex.

Meimei said to Feifei, "If your analysis is accurate, then it's not difficult to solve. You can become my mentor and teach me more skills, and then I'll pass on your skills to Atai!"

Feifei said with a smile, "There are two problems with your statement. First, the secrets of lovemaking can't be just talked about; you have to practice, understand, and integrate them. Second, even if you master the skills and teach them to Atai at night, it won't be enough. Because when Atai sees your skills improve so rapidly in bed, he'll definitely suspect that you've cheated on him!"

Meimei was very frustrated and said, "However, in the long run, won't our marriage just end without a trace?"

Feifei said with a smile, "No, we can still think of a way!"

Meimei immediately asked her what the solution was.

"We can exchange husbands!" Feifei suddenly said.

"Get lost!" Meimei retorted to Feifei, "Instead of teaching me, you're teaching me to swap husbands? You're just deliberately trying to make fun of me!"

Feifei earnestly said, "Only this way can enhance the relationship between husband and wife. Besides, if you exchange husbands through this arrangement, it's far better than your husband being seduced by some vixen, having an affair with her, and then kicking you aside."

Meimei was speechless. The thought of having sex with someone else's husband made her face turn pale, but a strange excitement welled up inside her. However, she still said, "I've never had this kind of mentality before. Let's not discuss this anymore!"

Feifei then suggested, "If you're afraid of your husband and don't dare to speak up, I can grant your wish and let you have Gao Xing for one night, so he can personally guide you!"

Meimei really couldn't understand why Feifei would make such a bold request. Feifei was also a decent girl, not a dancer or a socialite. How could she have such an unconventional suggestion, letting her girlfriend have an affair with her own husband?

Meimei said, "I didn't expect you, as a wife, to be so open-minded. To be honest, you actually want to participate in *** games, don't you? You want a new sexual partner, right?"

Feifei laughed and said, "I don't mind adding some fun to life. What else can one ask for in this world if not pleasure? Doing it once in a while isn't excessive!"

Meimei said, "I don't have the guts for that. Can you think of some easier ways to accept it, instead of asking such a big question?"

Feifei said, "If you don't even have the guts for this, I can't help you. Okay, since you asked me to help you and want me to think of a way you can accept, I'll see it through. After all, I'm your best friend. Let's do it this way! We can arrange a time for you to secretly watch me and Gao Xing make love. I guarantee you'll learn many indescribable techniques!"

Meimei thought: This woman is really bold. Every suggestion she makes is so impactful, explosive, and so tempting. She smiled, thinking that her suggestion wasn't bad at all; at least it would broaden her horizons.

She looked at Feifei with surprise, and Feifei immediately saw her eagerness. Intending to joke with her, she said, "Since you're so timid, you definitely won't accept this challenge. Let's just forget about it!"

She said this deliberately to whet Meimei's appetite, and sure enough, Meimei's face immediately showed disappointment. She said, "What if I don't let your husband know when I'm peeping?"

Feifei laughed and said, "You coward, it seems you're also eager to broaden your horizons. Okay! We're all old friends, I'll grant your wish. Let you peep at my husband and me making love!"

Feifei and Meimei agreed on a time and place for peeping. It was Saturday, and Meimei told Atai that she was going back to her parents' house to celebrate Mother's Day with her mother and wouldn't return until after dinner, telling Atai to find his own entertainment after work.

Around 5 PM, as agreed, she arrived at Fei Fei's house and easily opened the door with the key Fei Fei had given her. She entered the living room and locked the door from the inside. The living room and the adjacent bedroom were separated only by a wooden partition. Fei Fei had tampered with the room beforehand; by pulling back the painting on the wall, a hidden door could be seen, and by pushing it open, one could peek into the next room. After inspecting the scene, she lay on the bed for about ten minutes before Fei Fei and her husband returned.

Fei Fei acted very provocatively. Upon entering the house, she pulled Gao Xing into the room, saying that the erotic film she had just watched was too explicit, and she felt a burning desire, needing Gao Xing to quell her lust. Gao Xing helped Fei Fei undress. Fei Fei let Gao Xing remove his outer clothes, leaving him only in sexy underwear and a bra, but wouldn't let him take them off further, and went to the bed.

Gao Xing swiftly disarmed himself, becoming completely naked on the bed. His physique far surpassed Atai's; his arm-sized member astounded Meimei. She often saw Gao Xing, who wasn't particularly tall, but she never imagined he would be such a behemoth, concealing a Scud missile. Although she hadn't experienced the power of this Scud missile's launch, its appearance alone told her it was no ordinary weapon. Compared to him, Atai seemed insignificant.

Feifei dodged left and right, deliberately creating some scenes to make Meimei's view from the next room more exciting. Gao Xing rubbed against Feifei, and the Scud missile on the ground began to prepare for launch, head held high, tongue lolling out, majestic!

Meimei vaguely felt a void; she thought that if Atai were beside her, it would fill that void considerably. Watching, watching, she felt a dryness in her mouth, but her lower mouth was wet and drooling. She was now quite eager to try tasting the missile.

Meimei noticed that Feifei seemed unable to satisfy Gao Xing. Her expression was indistinguishable between pleasure and pain, and her moans grew louder and sharper. Her delicate hands gripped the sheets tightly, appearing utterly lewd. In fact, her husband's penis was incredibly powerful. She thought, "Feifei has been married to Gao Xing for seven years and still can't handle him. If it were me, I'd be dead." She involuntarily swallowed several times, but it seemed like she could never swallow enough. If she were actually in that situation, Meimei was already worrying about how she would handle it.

In front of these two, Meimei realized she was a complete novice, only knowing the basics. She realized that sex wasn't just a simple combination of two things; it was a complex art. Because what followed was drastic.

Gao Xing turned over and pulled Feifei up. The two of them were sitting and lying down, and Meimei had no idea how to proceed. The two kept changing positions. Meimei was puzzled; with such intense contact, why could Gao Xing last so long? If it were Atai, he would have gone soft long before the second move. In her memory, Atai's longest duration was only seven or eight minutes, and he usually finished in two or three minutes.

She then realized that Feifei was absolutely right. If Feifei hadn't arranged for her to broaden her horizons, how would she know that there were always people more skilled than herself? When their passion subsided, Meimei, still excited, collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. The intense activity had left her exhausted, and she eventually fell asleep.

She was awakened by harassment. In her dream, she had been having her breasts touched and her genitals caressed repeatedly. When Meimei woke up, she opened her eyes to find someone beside her. Fortunately, it wasn't Gao Xing, but his wife, her old friend Feifei. Meimei said, "It itches so much! This touching is so outrageous!"

Just then, Feifei's hand was on Meimei's breasts, kneading and rubbing them. No wonder Meimei was startled and woke up with a start. Feifei said, "You must have learned a lot about sex from that sexy policewoman you just saw!"

Meimei blushed and nodded. Although she didn't say anything, she admitted that her horizons had indeed broadened considerably. Feifei seized the opportunity and said, "I'm very generous. If you want to try it yourself, that's fine too. I can give you my husband for one night so you can fully experience it!" Meimei

thought about the time, glanced at her watch, and thankfully it was still early, so she didn't have to rush home. Meimei was a little tempted by Feifei's invitation, but thinking about doing something that would be unfair to her husband, she wasn't so open-minded. So after thinking it over, she firmly shook her head and didn't dare to be presumptuous.

Meimei said, "Don't try to persuade me anymore. I won't do anything to betray my husband. Also, you must keep your promise and never let Gao Xing know that I was spying in this room."

Afraid that Gao Xing would touch her, she hurriedly tugged at her clothes and fastened the bra that Feifei had unfastened while she was sleeping. Feifei smiled as she watched her straighten her clothes and said, "Don't panic. I won't let Gao Xing force himself on you. I know you actually want to try, but you're just afraid to betray your husband."

Feifei's words revealed Meimei's true feelings! Actually, Feifei had another scheme in mind. She used her silver tongue to proceed with the second step, saying, "Actually, to avoid damaging your marriage, you should make a big breakthrough."

Feifei's words were extremely powerful, and Meimei eagerly asked her how to make a big breakthrough. Feifei said, "I am your old friend. I am willing to go through hardships to help you get out of this mess. Why don't you give Atai one night and let me personally teach him different positions and bedroom techniques? Just this once, Atai will be completely transformed, and your marriage can last forever!"

Meimei was initially bewildered and annoyed by Feifei's suggestion. This Feifei, she never expected her to be so modern, willing to sacrifice her looks for a solution. After some hesitant and reluctant refusals, and with Feifei's encouragement, Meimei finally agreed. They devised a secret plan and decided to proceed accordingly.

The following weekend, Feifei arranged a large feast, which Atai and Meimei also attended at Feifei's home. However, Feifei's husband was in Macau on business and couldn't attend.

The feast was lively, followed by a game of mahjong, but Meimei only played passively. Suddenly, Feifei said there was no soda or beer and she had to go downstairs to buy some herself. She asked Atai to be her assistant and also told Meimei to tidy up the kitchen and make desserts.

Atai and Feifei went downstairs together. As Meimei was leaving, she caught a glimpse of Feifei making her move on her husband. Feifei feigned unsteadiness, leaning her lithe body against Atai's back, her breasts and lower body pressing against him. Atai, suddenly feeling the soft, warm flesh behind him, froze. Meimei felt a pang of jealousy, a slight regret for her generosity in agreeing to share her husband with another woman.

The two chatted and laughed as they left, returning with many things. Then they slipped into the kitchen, using actions instead of words. A little while later, Atai and Feifei emerged from the kitchen and quietly slipped into the bedroom.

Meimei, seizing the opportunity, said she was going to help in the kitchen and hid in the guest room. She opened the secret compartment in the guest room and, sure enough, found Feifei and Atai on the bed. Feifei's shirt was lifted, and Atai, like an infant, was cupping Feifei's breasts, sucking and licking them. Feifei's expression was seductive; she seemed to be genuinely enjoying this affair. She reached out and grabbed Atai's penis, saying seductively, "So huge!"

Meimei knew she was lying, because Atai was only a medium size compared to Gaoxing, who was a large size. Feifei's praise fueled Atai's arousal, making him even more eager, as if he might ejaculate at any moment in Feifei's delicate hands.

Suddenly, Feifei asked Atai who was sexier between her and Meimei!

Atai, already on the verge of exploding, blurted out, "Of course you're sexy! You're so charming and passionate!"

Feifei shoved her breasts into his mouth, silencing him. Meimei was furious at her husband's words. A little while later, Atai changed his target, actually kneeling between Feifei's legs and sucking and licking, his mouth moving incessantly. Meimei was even more enraged, because Atai had never given her this kind of service before. She was so angry she almost bit her lip until it bled, while next door, the passion continued. Feifei told Atai to climb on her body for a final thrust.

Atai, as expected, had no fancy moves in this area, only a couple of moves back and forth. Feifei had seized the initiative, first riding, then rear-entry, followed by a series of passionate thrusts. Meimei wondered why Feifei seemed so knowledgeable about this area; there were some moves she didn't understand even after seeing them, and she wondered how she could put them into practice later.

Because she had lingered in the guest room for too long, fearing her friends would find out, she had to go back to the living room. Soon after, Atai and Feifei came out, of course, without making a sound. Meimei also tried to pretend she didn't know anything. That night, when she got home, she deliberately teased Atai. Atai, having already exhausted himself after his second round, made many excuses to back down, but later promised to satisfy her properly the next night before he could finally sleep peacefully. The following night, Atai indeed followed Zhang Diyu's instructions, and the man, having been tricked into revealing his identity, was found to be a thief. He then proceeded to steal the woman's belongings, but the woman remained silent, refusing to cooperate. He was forced to accept the woman's advances, and the man, having been tricked into revealing his identity, was found to be a thief. The ... Meimei, who had
been expecting a lavish feast, was instead served only simple, home-cooked dishes—the kind she was already tired of. She was deeply disappointed and almost cursed him, blaming him for being so attentive to Feifei while treating her like a commodity. However, she refrained from exposing him. Two days

later, Meimei confronted Feifei, complaining that her advice hadn't worked and that her husband was just as indifferent.

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