The beautiful wife obtained through the exchange

Starting tonight, we'll officially be swapping partners for three days (including today and the day we break up). Not only will we be taking turns sleeping, but we'll also be swapping "lifestyles." After the swap, the original spouse shouldn't disturb the new spouse unless absolutely necessary. We also emphasized that before the breakup, everyone must say a heartfelt statement about their feelings… Everyone agreed.

We didn't eat much for dinner, partly out of excitement, and partly for health reasons. We ordered some fruits and snacks for a late-night snack. We also strolled along the wooden walkway, showing off our outfits and singing, trying to create a prelude to the "official swap," building an atmosphere that even we ourselves found somewhat intoxicating and exciting.

Just after eleven, my "wife" got impatient. She quietly slipped over and asked, "How much longer are we going to play? I'm thinking of going to…sleep." I knew what she meant by "sleep," but pretended not to understand, and casually said, "Oh, then go to sleep first, we'll play a little longer." "Hmm…you know…I can't sleep alone…," she bluntly started flirting. "Who told you to go to sleep alone?" I wanted to tease her. "Didn't you just tell me to go to sleep first, and you two... wanted to play a little longer?" Her mind was like Duan Yu's Six Meridian Divine Sword, sometimes sharp, sometimes completely unreliable.

"I told you two... to go to sleep, and we... the two of us wanted to play a little longer... oh." I also knew a bit of the Murong family's martial arts technique of "using their own methods against them," so the first part was directed at her, and the last part was an "oh" to Qiu Tong beside me. Qiu Tong knew I was teasing her "wife," and wanted to laugh but was embarrassed. She wanted to leave but felt it was inappropriate, so she just pretended to comb her hair with her hands. If her hands weren't on her hair but holding a pipa, she would look like a classical beauty "half-concealed while holding a pipa," radiant and beautiful. However, even the way she was combing her hair at that moment was undeniably captivating.

After saying "Oh" to Qiu Tong, I tried to talk to my "wife" again, but she was nowhere to be seen. Looking up, I saw her dragging Xia Ri towards the exit. I was wondering why she was so quick when Qiu Tong laughed and said, "You were only halfway through what you were saying when I ran off to grab my husband..." "What, your husband? I... I'm right here..." I said, pointing to the bridge of my nose. I knew Qiu Tong would blush when I said that, and I love seeing beautiful women blush, so I stared at her face.

Sure enough, as soon as I finished speaking, Qiu Tong's face turned bright red. She said "You're so annoying!" in a coquettish tone and turned to walk towards the exit. I was worried that my "wife" might cause some trouble again, but seeing Qiu Tong walking out, how could I not understand what she meant? I caught up with her in two steps, took her slender hand, and walked out of the dance hall side by side.

Our room was in the front building of the hotel. Since we arrived late, the ground floor of the back building was already full (they didn't know how dangerous the back building was). Luckily, there were still rooms available in the front. While the front building was closer to the road and a bit noisy during the day, it was relatively quiet at night. The back building was the opposite—quiet during the day and noisy at night, because there was a bar and a dance hall nearby for guests to entertain themselves. Just now, when we left, we heard several people with terrible voices wailing there, and we heard they were going to waile all night. If we had stayed in the back building, our "exchange" process would have been ruined by that noise, even if we didn't get sick, it would have been a huge disappointment. The key was that there were still rooms on the ground floor of the front building. Although the floor was also wooden, it was close to the ground, so even if we were having a passionate encounter, we wouldn't have to worry about disturbing anyone's sleep.

Qiutong and I walked through the lobby and into the guest room corridor. The "couple" was no longer there. My first thought was, "Wow, that was fast!" followed by, "Thank goodness!" (Nothing went wrong.) I initially wanted to check if there were any security cameras in the passageway, but I quickly realized it was inappropriate and reminded Qiutong not to look around too much, lest she be seen as "sneaking around."

When we reached the room door, I took out the key and asked Qiutong to open it (psychological test). Qiutong took it, but her hand trembled slightly as she opened the door. I held her beige trench coat in one arm and used the other to hold her trembling hand.

After entering and locking the door, Qiutong leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh. Her high, firm breasts heaved, seemingly still a little nervous. "How are you... tired?" I asked with concern. She nodded and said, "A little... nervous." Hey, I know you're nervous, that's why I deliberately said you were tired. Why did you translate "tired" literally? But I didn't tease Qiutong like that. I just smiled and said, "Um... I'm a little..."

Just then, the laughter of the "couple" next door drifted over, the summer's "haha" and the "wife's" "hee-hee" so distinct. I was about to knock on the not-so-soundproof wooden wall to tell them to stop being so "outrageous" when Qiu Tong suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Brother... don't... my husband... rarely laughs like that." I instantly understood the deeper meaning behind Qiu Tong stopping me from knocking; she really did want to make her husband happy, which was why she spearheaded this "change." Now, with the two "leaders" in the same room, guess what I thought of?

—I won't give you a hint—I thought of that line I said not long ago at the beginning: "For my wife, I'd even sleep with a woman I don't even want." It must have moved the heavens to send such a beautiful and charming young woman, more beautiful than all my former lovers, to be with me... "Brother... when are you taking a shower?" Qiu Tong asked, looking at me with a hint of expectation.

As I helped her hang up her trench coat, I said to her, "You go ahead and shower, I want to have a smoke..." Qiu Tong didn't say anything, just grabbed the things women usually take when they go out and went into the bathroom. Ugh~, do you think I didn't want to have some fun together? But this was our first night after all, and I really didn't want to rush things, nor did I want to write too much about these details. If I wrote it all down now, how would I get through the next two days?

I quickly made the bed, took off my coat and pants, tossed my shoes and socks aside, and changed into the soft-soled slippers my wife had specifically asked me to bring before we left. (Note: A "friend" commented that they didn't know how I "asked for leave" for my wife. Actually, there are many reasons to "kindly conceal," but you can't cry wolf all the time. I'll let my wife explain it herself here.) Looking at these brand-new slippers, the scene of my wife seeing me off involuntarily flashed through my mind... "You must be careful when you go to the meeting this time, and don't drink too much," my wife said as she tidied up the slippers for me, nagging as usual. "After the meeting, you said you were going to have a get-together with some old classmates, and you even wanted to go on a three-day road trip. You absolutely mustn't drink, okay? I know you like driving. You said all those classmates have cars, but none of them can drive as well as you. You absolutely mustn't drive after drinking. Even if you're lucky enough not to have an accident, it's still a violation, and in the future, drunk driving might even be a crime..." (Keeping a kind word to my wife is as simple as my name.)

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and a cloud of steam billowed out. Qiu Tong, wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, gracefully emerged. Her post-shower figure was like a fairy, radiant in the dim light of the "new room"... I was momentarily stunned, until the cigarette smoke stung my fingers, and I finally snapped back to reality with a gasp. "What... don't you recognize me?" Qiu Tong, though still somewhat shy, also possessed a natural grace. She slowly approached me and extended her hand. I was so excited, and just as I was about to pull her into my arms, she waved her hand in front of my eyes: "The water temperature is just right... Here... you should go wash too..." Only then did I realize that what Qiu Tong was waving in front of me was a large bath towel.

When I came out of the bathroom, Qiu Tong was already lying on the bed, covered with the blanket I had just made. It's now October, the golden autumn month. The days are sunny and warm, but at night, while the autumn winds aren't quite biting, there's a slight chill in the air. When Qiu Tong saw me come out of the bath, she turned to lie on her side facing me, smiling slightly, "Wow...you washed so quickly...oh." I knew she was just joking.

Ever since our "warm-up" at the Maple Forest, it seems she's already seen me as her "new husband." At dinner, she even put some food on my plate, and after dinner, she made me tea and asked with concern how it tasted. Later at the dance hall, she danced with me, and our duet of "Husband and Wife Returning Home Together" was so melodious and clear, earning enthusiastic applause from everyone present.

Thinking of all this, my gaze naturally fell on Qiu Tong's reclining body. Although she was covered by a blanket, her graceful figure was outlined by the blanket, making her incredibly alluring. Just admiring her like this, my penis suddenly became aroused and stood erect.

"Brother, aren't you cold? Be careful not to catch a cold..." Qiu Tong said with concern when she saw me staring at her blankly, and stretched out her jade arm to pull up the corner of the blanket, gesturing for me to quickly crawl into the blanket she had "warmed" for me. After her reminder, I did feel a cool sensation on my body, so I pulled off the bath towel wrapped around my waist, and with my hard penis erect, I crawled into the blanket that Qiu Tong had pulled up for me.

"Oh dear, you... how come you... aren't... wearing anything..." Although we had already "made love," Qiu Tong still blushed with embarrassment when she suddenly saw my erect "little brother," and hid under the blanket. "Why bother with clothes? With such a beautiful woman like this, I'm so anxious, I don't care about dressing up... This is much more convenient, saves me the trouble of taking them off now..."

As I said this, I had already pulled Qiu Tong's soft, delicate body, still wearing her nightgown, into my arms. I kissed her passionately while fumbling to untie the straps of her nightgown. Just as I was about to reveal her smooth, alabaster shoulders and her not-so-plump, jade-like arms, Qiu Tong kept softly crying out, "Oh... no... don't take them off... it's so cold..."

As I pulled the blanket up to cover her gradually exposed body, I continued to peel away Qiu Tong's veils under the covers. Qiu Tong kept squirming, her hands gently resisting my touch as I peeled off her clothes. But she seemed to be deliberately a step behind me; I had already removed her bra before she used her hands to cover her breasts, which bounced around like jade rabbits. I had even pulled down her panties before she covered her genitals with her hands... Every time I removed a piece of embroidered gauze from her body, I tossed it out of the blanket, and with each toss, she would let out a soft "ouch"... Actually, I already understood that from the moment I entered this room, Qiu Tong was already somewhat confused and infatuated. Nervousness, shyness, and excitement must have been intertwined, making her want to maintain what little reserve she had left, but even more eager to test my tenderness towards her. Her "late" hands and soft "ouch" sounds were actually conveying a "temptation" to me, subtly reminding me to add a few more intoxicating atmospheres to our first night together. I love women who are both reserved and alluring, subtly seducing and teasing without being overtly obvious!

I once heard a refined senior classmate compare a young girl to a poem and a married woman to prose. He preferred to "read" prose rather than "read" poetry (Note: Here, "young girl" refers to a genuine virgin, not simply someone who is "young"). Although I am not a scholar (I prefer martial arts to literature), I have read some works like "The Literary Mind and the Carving of Dragons," so I will elaborate a bit here—a young girl is like a poem, but those poems are often vague, disjointed, and difficult to understand. Just the phrase "a young girl's heart is like the clouds in the sky" is enough to make me hesitate. If I were to "read" this poetic young girl, I would certainly lack the "comprehension" and "patience."

But I only enjoy reading prose (with young women). Prose is loose in form but coherent in spirit. It seems to be "written casually," but it is "tightly linked" (coy and seductive). Moreover, it is "easy to read" (quick to get started), "flows smoothly" (smooth and without digressions), and leaves a lasting impression! Tonight is our first night together, so how could I not read Qiu Tong's prose, which is a rare find in ten years and "popular"?

In no time, Qiu Tong was stripped naked. She no longer "pushed back" but turned "pushing back" into "embracing". We hugged each other tightly and rolled half a circle inward and half a circle outward under the covers. We couldn't roll a full circle. Even though we were in a daze, we didn't forget that this was a single bed in a standard room. If we rolled a full circle, we would fall and hurt ourselves. "Yours... is so hard..." Qiu Tong was hinting that we could start having sex. While rolling around, my penis kept rubbing against her "little sister," and this "sharpening" friction was very "tempting" to a mature woman.

But I didn't intend to "penetrate" her yet. I was holding her and rolling around while rubbing her not just to whet her appetite, but to increase the temperature. Later, I would observe the shape of her vulva and would have to lift the blanket. If we didn't exercise and get a little warm, Qiu Tong would catch a cold, and I might cough. If we were both bedridden for the next two days, how disappointing would that be! Of course, I could "go in" to increase the "exercise," but that would inevitably lead to excessive vaginal fluid, affecting my judgment. Besides, I have a fondness for "tasting fresh meat" (licking vulva), but that must be done beforehand to be "original." I would never "penetrate and then lick" like Westerners do; would that still be fresh? No, it would have already turned sour!

"Brother...your...is so...hard..." Qiu Tong seemed to think I didn't understand her subtext, "You're so beautiful and charming, any man would..." I gently stroked Qiu Tong's back, slowly moving my head to her chest, using my lips and tongue to suck and lick her nipples. Although she let out a few soft "ahs," her body didn't react much. "You...guess what...I'm thinking right now..." Qiu Tong shifted her body, touched my hard penis again, and stroked my hair.

Hehe, do I even need to guess? I looked up at her bright, captivating eyes and said rather bluntly, "You must be thinking, 'I've already pinned you down, why shouldn't I fuck you,' right?" "Oh...you, why are you...you..." Qiu Tong blushed deeply at my bluntness, the blush quickly spreading to her ears. "So blunt, isn't it? Don't you like... me being so direct with you... telling you what's on my mind... and what's on my mind?" I said, seeing her looking at me coquettishly. "If I guessed right, you'll nod..."

Qiu Tong didn't nod, but playfully blinked a few times, her long eyelashes fluttering behind her eyelids. I saw her ears were flushed, so I took her earlobe into my mouth and sucked on it with my nimble tongue. After only a few gentle sucks, Qiu Tong gasped deeply and groaned twice. I sensed her body tremble a few times, and she shook her head, seemingly trying to "escape" her earlobe from my mouth. "What's wrong, feeling uncomfortable?" I asked tentatively. "No... it's... itchy... so itchy," Qiu Tong's answer was also very direct, perhaps influenced by my bluntness. Hehe, after only scouting two or three "hot spots," I had already discovered her "sensitive area."

Women's "sensitive areas" and ways of being sensitive are truly different from one another. "Are you hot?" I saw Qiu Tong stretch her arms out from under the blanket, so I whispered to her, "I want to see your lower body... I've been wanting to see it since we were in the private room at the bar, but as your husband, I'm afraid you'll..." "My husband... is right here..." Qiu Tong playfully tapped my head with her hand, "A woman's... hasn't she seen one before?... What's so... interesting..." Despite her words, she obediently sat up. Afraid she'd catch a cold, I wrapped the blanket around her upper body, then lay between her legs, carefully admiring the vulva that had already been "sit" on, but was now "long-awaited"... Qiu Tong's vulva was fair and smooth, with sparse but glossy black pubic hair on the mons pubis. Her vulva was slightly raised, not as high as a "steamed bun vulva," but not as flat as a "butterfly vulva." When you pried open the two labia of her vulva, the clitoris, as small as a soybean, was revealed. The clitoris was brightly colored, pinkish-red, and although small, it was quite firm. Below the clitoris were two thin strips of flesh connecting two fleshy buds that were half "streamlined" and half "oval," which were the familiar "labia minora." The labia minora were slightly longer than those of a "steamed bun vulva," but far less wide and imposing than those of a "butterfly vulva."

Its color blends seamlessly with the vibrant hues of the clitoris, the inner walls of the vulva, and the edges of the vaginal opening. There's no melanin deposition on the labia, indicating the woman doesn't engage in frequent sexual activity and hasn't yet "lived beyond her means." The vaginal opening is small; gently probing the inside reveals what appears to be some firm levator muscles, but the vaginal walls lack definition, being relatively smooth and flat—wider in the front, narrower in the back. Therefore, I quickly concluded that the advantage of this type of vagina, as I mentioned before, is that it won't "grow wider with each step," while its weakness is that it's far less absorbent than a vagina with defined "grooves."

Then, I quickly "searched" my memory and realized that this type of vagina is what people commonly call a "bamboo tube vagina" (the above description only refers to Qiu Tong's vagina and cannot be generalized; I can't verify it by searching on Baidu, so it's just for laughs). I was observing and thinking: now that I knew the terrain inside and out, I immediately devised a joint operation plan to launch a surprise attack on the "bamboo tube" and the earlobe—first, use a feint attack like "pacifying the Central Plains" (i.e., the "missionary style") to gradually build up her strength, and finally use "taking fire from across the mountain" (rear insertion) to directly strike the G-spot on the anterior vaginal wall, leaving her in a mess and utterly defeated!

Thinking of this, I stared lustfully at my "new wife" and said, "I really want to... come in... Could you... like you did this afternoon... spread your legs a little wider...?" "It's so cold outside, we... should stay under the covers... it'll be warmer..." Qiu Tong said, quickly burrowing under the covers, seemingly feeling the chill from my earlier staring. I had no choice but to also crawl under the covers, pressing myself against Qiu Tong, kissing her peach-blossom-like face, while letting my "little brother" "nudge" between her legs, repeating my earlier question, adding, "I'm afraid that if I nudge... I might hurt you."

Qiu Tong didn't speak, but I sensed that she not only spread her legs but also reached out and grabbed my "little brother," placing it at the entrance of her vagina. This time, my "little brother" stopped its restless thrusting and gently inserted its "head" into my "little sister's" little mouth before slowly pushing the entire "bald head" and shaft inside. When it reached the fleshy ball at the end of the passage, Qiu Tong let out a muffled groan. "Was it comfortable...? The way I went in just now... it must have felt good, right?" "Hmm, don't be so direct... okay? It's embarrassing to ask..." "Wife, but we only have three days... no, we only have two days now. If we don't get straight to the point, we're just wasting time..." We chatted (verbal communication) while having sex (physical communication). At the beginning of our battle, I was always so polite. At this time, the "couple" next door seemed to be progressing faster than us. I could already hear the "creaking" of the bed against the floor (our rooms are next to each other, and we both put our beds against the partition wall in the middle. If we make any big movements, we can hear each other).

I rested my elbows on Qiu Tong's outer shoulders, placing my hands on her firm, though not large, breasts, gently kneading her nipples with varying pressure and speed. My thrusts were slow, almost a few shallow and quick strokes before penetrating her clitoris – the well-known "nine shallow, one deep" technique. The "shallow" strokes, the deeper and more intense the pleasure for the woman, often become the norm, leading to the saying "nine shallow strokes are lazy, one deep stroke is serious." But

my "nine shallow, one deep" was the opposite. The "nine shallow" strokes were genuine, but the "one deep" stroke was only at eight or nine times the effort. Why? Because my penis had only touched the fleshy mound at the end of Qiu Tong's secret passage a few times when she frowned, moaning softly, seemingly uncomfortable. "How...does it hurt?" Every frown and grimace of Qiu Tong's couldn't escape my wolf-like keen eyes. "Hmm...a little..." Under my "infecting" influence, Qiu Tong also began to be straightforward.

"You...brother Xia's...never...touched...it?" I asked curiously. "No...no...it touched...but, it didn't hurt as much as yours..." I suddenly understood: the same "clothes" worn by two "brothers" of equal height and weight, the thinner one appears longer, and the fatter one appears shorter. Besides, my "brother" is "taller" when erect, so Qiu Tong's "sister" "wearing" on my burly "brother" makes her already "tall" "sister" look much shorter and fatter.

I hugged Qiu Tong with great heartache, apologizing repeatedly, but Qiu Tong comforted me, saying, "Don't...you'll get used to it...it will be better..." This woman, she adapts so quickly. I had only been kissing her fragrant lips, caressing her breasts, and tossing my penis in and out of Qiu Tong's cunt for over ten minutes, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly. Just moments ago, she was frowning, but now her bright eyes were filled with affection, and she was moaning softly with a smile.

Seeing Qiu Tong enjoying her soft moans, I seemed to hear the call to attack. My lips pressed tightly against hers, and then we began to exchange sweet words and saliva... My hands would gently knead her breasts, then caress her round buttocks; my penis would sometimes thrust deeply like a storm, and sometimes leisurely pluck a flower's heart... If Qiu Tong were a "poetic" young girl, how could I dare to be so unrestrained and carefree? But with a mature woman like an "essay," I would naturally be extra attentive and energetic... "Oh... Brother... you... are so good... I've rarely felt this... comfortable... Oh!"

Qiu Tong's "Oh" was the sound I made as I thrust into her clitoris. As my thrusting increased, Qiu Tong's moans grew louder. Overwhelmed by pleasure, she even kicked the wooden partition wall a few times. But after only a few thrusts into her clitoris, Qiu Tong cried out softly, "Brother...brother, be gentle...I haven't...I'm not used to it yet...slower...slower..." Hearing her sweet cries, how could I possibly thrust any harder? That's just the kind of person I am; I especially sympathize with the weak, especially when the other party is a beautiful woman who has already submitted to me! "Lift your ass up..." With Qiu Tong's crotch dripping with lustful fluid and her vagina making "plop plop" sounds, I sounded the horn for my all-out attack on the submissive beauty. Qiu Tong responded sweetly, kneeling on the bed and raising her round ass high.

Behind her, I held her soft, round buttocks with both hands, first inserting my penis into her vagina along the cleft of her buttocks, then holding her hands behind her back, raising her upper body and then arching it backward. Qiu Tong's back, waist, and buttocks curved into an unbendable bow, her buttocks pressed tightly against my toes, my penis thrusting straight and relentlessly against the front wall of her vagina.

While attacking her vagina, my lips and soft tongue were also constantly sucking and licking Qiu Tong's particularly sensitive earlobe. This "fire-starting from a distance" position was intended to "attack" Qiu Tong's G-spot on the front wall of her vagina. Similar to fucking a "bamboo tube vagina" or a "steamed bun vagina," frontal intercourse is mainly for "warming up." Using the "rear-entry" position, the "fire-starting from a distance" position, or the "woman-on-top" or "beauty sitting" position, allows for direct penetration of the G-spot on the front wall of the vagina, achieving twice the result with half the effort.

The final assault took only about ten minutes. Qiu Tong's face was flushed, and she was moaning softly. Then, she completely collapsed, her vulva a mess. As she approached her climax, her body seemed slightly stiff. Waves of trembling spread from her vulva, vagina, and thighs throughout her body, accompanied by mild spasms, giving me a thrilling sensation. I felt a great sense of victory—hehe, I had completely conquered another mysterious, bamboo-tube-like vulva!

As I gazed at Qiu Tong, whose eyes were slightly glazed from the climax, with the pride of a victor, her shoulders rested on my chest. She said shyly, "Brother… this climax… I haven't felt this way in so long… This 'ecstasy' feeling… is so good… so comfortable… ah… thank you… brother… ah…"

Hearing her say this, a feeling of pity welled up within me. I gently laid her down and covered us with the blanket. Knowing full well what a beautiful woman needs after her climax, I embraced her, caressed her slightly cool skin, and pressed my lips to her face, lightly kissing and nibbling, inhaling her unique fragrance…

[The End]

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