Real Wife Swapping Experiences

This time, I finally want to tell my true story. After much hesitation and deliberation, today I've finally mustered the courage to share my family's experiences. My family is from Handan, Hebei. My wife and I were classmates in university, both graduating from Handan University. We're both 29 this year and stayed in Handan after graduation. My wife works as an accountant at the Mobile Building. She's 165cm tall, and childbirth didn't affect her natural figure; she's just gained a little weight, now
weighing 55kg. My wife isn't exactly beautiful, but she has a very pleasing appearance, a small face, and skin like most Chinese people. Our married life has been quite ordinary. In university, my wife had many suitors, mainly because she was a very good dancer. After we got married, she seemed to have little contact with those who had pursued her. Before, my wife had a very strong sex drive, but since having a child, she seems very passive during sex, only showing interest in the two days before her period. I thought that perhaps most families live ordinary lives like ours.
Until one day, I saw content about wife-swapping and group sex online, and I was amazed by those exciting activities.
But I always felt it was just something people made up to attract lewd people, and I never believed it was real. Yet, amidst this disbelief, I became obsessed with these kinds of novels, frantically collecting articles about wife-swapping and group sex. I also met some netizens online and discovered that there were many others like me. Gradually, I completely accepted these views and considered them one of the normal ways of sex.
People change over time. I started writing these kinds of articles. Before writing this one, I realized I already had thousands, using various online names and published in many places. Some were only a few thousand words long, others several million. So I wrote all sorts of things, but most of them weren't very well-written, perhaps due to my lack of cultural knowledge. Anyway, enough of that.
That period was strange. I had very little sexual urge from my own body, but sexual stimulation and satisfaction from my wife could give me a huge shock and satisfaction. For example, the thought of exposing my wife to other men, or letting her be intimate with other men, often excited me more than having sex with my wife myself. It seemed that my sexual pleasure was entirely dependent on her.
From then on, I started to imagine how my wife was deflowered and had sex with her ex-boyfriend. Whenever I thought about my wife being naked and pinned down on the bed, with a slippery hard object inserted between her legs, enduring the action of intercourse, or even seeing my wife being violated by another man, every time I thought about these things, I would feel a strange and unprecedented excitement and stimulation from the inside out. Even in the street, my penis would be hard as a rock.
So, after I told my wife about my idea, she looked at me with a bewildered expression and said I was addicted to the internet and had a mental problem. I wasn't swayed by her opposition; instead, I secretly started looking for like-minded netizens online. My QQ account was filled with gay people I'd met on pornographic forums. After communicating with them, I gradually came to believe that most of those so-called wife-swapping novels were fake, mostly just the authors' own speculations. Of course, some authors did have their own experiences, and I even posted some of those novels myself.
Just when I was desperately searching for sincerity, I accidentally met a netizen named "Shell." After chatting with him for a long time, we finally talked about wife-swapping. Unexpectedly, we both had this idea. We exchanged photos of each other's wives, but didn't take any further action. Because at that time, everything I did was my own idea, done without my wife's knowledge, so I didn't dare to do anything rash. Therefore, I rarely appeared online, and that's how we lost contact.
During this time, I didn't give up. Instead, I did a lot of work on my wife... I even asked her repeatedly what it would feel like to have sex with other men. At first, she wouldn't say anything, but later we became more and more crazy. Strangely, I didn't feel jealous at all. On the contrary, I was very excited. I started bringing up the topic of wife swapping again, and gradually she went from being unreasonable to acquiescing. My wife is the kind of virtuous and obedient woman. So I went even further and made friends with some netizens in Beijing, Shijiazhuang, and Zhengzhou, and we reached a consensus. Unfortunately, we were too far apart, so it fell through at the crucial moment.
Six months after my initial contact with "Shell," I had gradually forgotten about him. Coupled with his changed online name, I almost forgot our promise. Then, about two weeks before May Day last year, he suddenly reappeared on my QQ and brought up our old conversations again, leaving me somewhat bewildered. He had changed his online name (for privacy reasons, I cannot reveal his real name; I will refer to him as "Shell"). This time, I became bolder, and it was this daring act that led me to experience a real wife-swapping game, giving my wife and me an unprecedented level of excitement and thrill. The following story is about my wife-swapping experience with "Shell."
After chatting with him for five minutes, he told me that he was the former "Shell," and I finally recalled the memory from the depths of my mind. Just as we were about to get down to business, he told me that he had to go out. Before I could close the chat window, he sent another message asking who I was. I was completely baffled and had no idea what he was up to. He told me that I was "Shell's" wife, which I didn't believe at all. Such pranks are common online, so I didn't take it seriously. But then he asked to have a voice chat with me, and suddenly my eyes lit up. There was a chance!
My wife and son were right there with me, so I didn't accept. Instead, I asked her to turn on the video so I could see if she was a man or a woman. When she did, a woman in her late twenties appeared on my computer screen. After she showed me a photo I had given to my wife and husband six months ago, I was certain she was "Beike's" wife. I eagerly started chatting with them, and we quickly became good friends. She gave me her QQ number, and from that day on, she became almost my only chat buddy. Then,
one night after nine o'clock, a man in his early thirties with glasses appeared on the video. He told me he was my online friend "Beike," and that I'd only found out he was a bespectacled man after chatting for six months. His first question was what I thought of his wife. I said she was very nice, a pretty young woman. Then we started talking about our wives, and soon we got to the point, discussing wife-swapping from years ago. He said he really wanted to have a real wife-swapping session with me. I figured he was just like those other bored online friends, just talking, and wouldn't actually do it, so I just chatted with him as if it were real.
I chatted with the couple for over a week. Although we got along very well, I never took it seriously. I suspected they, like many other netizens, came in out of curiosity and a desire to pry into other people's privacy. It wasn't until we exchanged phone numbers and I talked to his wife on the phone for a while, and then he called my wife's cell phone and we chatted back and forth, that I believed their actions were genuine and that they were planning to come to Handan in the next couple of days. At this point, I started to feel scared. Maybe that's how people are; they look forward to this day, but when it actually comes, they become fearful, just like me. The main fear was that my wife wouldn't agree, which would make things awkward for everyone. They'd come all this way, and that would be too unfair to them. However, I still didn't believe they would really come, so I boldly invited them.
It wasn't until May 15th, when I suddenly received a call from his wife telling me they were on their way, that I realized the seriousness of the situation. I was fine; what worried me most was getting past my wife. Despite her usual chatter, I knew she'd falter when it came to the crucial moment. Sure enough, when I got home at noon and told her that "Beike" and his wife were on their way, her face immediately darkened. She said we were completely crazy. I quickly explained, "He made the call on the way. I can't very well ask them to go back. If you don't agree, we can just treat each other as friends."
She still looked unhappy. I quickly finished my meal and took my son to my mother's house. With a heavy heart, I waited at our agreed meeting place until after 3 PM before their car slowly arrived. When they got out, I finally got a good look at the young couple. The man was about 1.7 meters tall, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and appearing refined and elegant. The woman was probably about 1.62 meters tall; although her face wasn't as beautiful as I had imagined, her skin was quite fair, and she looked quite pleasant. I dropped them off at the Zhao Wang Hotel, which wasn't far from my home, and booked a business suite for 600 yuan—of course, I paid for it. Thankfully, all my worries were unnecessary; my wife greeted them very warmly. I secretly smiled to myself; women's hearts are truly unfathomable.
Since it was still early, and it was our first meeting, we needed to build rapport. So, my wife and I accompanied them shopping for a while. When we returned, we prepared a sumptuous dinner at the hotel. At that moment, they were probably just like us, with no appetite for the exquisite food. They quickly drank some wine and announced that dinner was over. When we returned to the room and were the four of us alone, I knew that everything was about to begin.
None of us knew how to start the conversation. After all, this was our first time, and we had all been looking forward to this moment, especially me, and of course, he was no exception. To ease the awkwardness, I brought out the computer, turned it on, and led them to the computer. I originally planned to show them some nude selfies of my wife, but my wife's stern look indicated that I couldn't. So, I showed them some selfies I had collected online. They looked on with great interest, especially the man, whose eyes were practically gleaming with lust. Then I took out some pornographic films for them to enjoy. I knew that my wife couldn't resist watching porn, so this was the best way to get her to submit.
After watching for a while, everyone reacted. The two of us men had already gotten aroused, but neither of us dared to speak up, and we remained awkwardly seated. Finally, as the host, I broke the silence by suggesting we all take a shower first. After everyone showered, it was my wife's turn last. While she was showering, the two of us men started discussing the main topic in front of her. When I asked him about his impression of my wife, he said he felt very good about her, and his wife also said she looked much younger than in the photos. Then he asked me what I thought of his wife, and I, of course, said I was satisfied.
After mutual approval, we started planning our next move. With his wife's consent, he suggested we go first. Hesitantly, I didn't agree. I didn't know what my wife thought of him, and I was afraid she wouldn't be able to handle it if we did it without her consent. After all, it was our first time, and I needed her approval first.
So I went to the bathroom, intending to talk to her while she showered. Surprisingly, when I asked her what she thought of that man, my wife shyly nodded in agreement. Who knows what's on a woman's mind?
My wife usually showers very quickly, but with this special social engagement, her shower seemed to go by much faster than usual. Once she was in the room, I thought it was time to get down to business. So I gathered everyone into the bedroom. Everyone seemed very obedient. "Shell" and I lay in the middle, one woman on each side, each holding our wives, and we started watching porn again. After a while, we two men couldn't resist anymore. I asked if we could start. The two women remained shyly silent, but "Shell" boldly pushed his wife next to me. His wife said she wasn't used to doing it together, so we decided to do it separately first, and then we could get used to playing together as a group. So, I led his wife to another small room, leaving the large room for him and my wife.
Once inside the room, I eagerly embraced his wife and kissed her, my other hand slipping inside her bra to caress her breasts. Those who've had this experience know that in such situations, other men's wives aren't the most attractive; what's truly captivating is seeing your own wife being intimate, flirting, and making love with another man, then watching her naked and writhing beneath another man's body—that's the most alluring and thrilling scene. So, while flirting with his wife, my mind was still on her. I released her and secretly pushed open the door, wanting to see what was happening between her and another man.
But they remained in the same position, without any further intimacy. "Shell's" wife and I witnessed this simultaneously. Before I even entered the room, she rushed in, whispered something in her husband's ear, and lay down beside him. Soon after, "Shell" told me his wife was a little scared and uncomfortable. I knew she was afraid that if I slept with her, my wife would stop letting her husband do it. Maybe it was just that I wasn't used to it.
Thinking of this, I went back to my wife's side and continued watching our porn, without doing anything else. After a while, "Shell" couldn't help but speak up. He said his wife was a little shy, and that we should each do it once first and see how it went. After getting my consent, they went to the next room. I was already a little excited, so I hugged my wife and started kissing her. When I put my hand inside my wife's pants, "Wow!"
My wife was already overflowing with love juice, and the area around her vaginal opening was covered in slippery love juice. I knew that my wife would have a strong reaction whenever she watched porn. At this point, if I just thrust a few times, she would orgasm in less than five minutes. Once she was satisfied, maybe our game wouldn't continue. I thought it would be better to let another man satisfy her rare passion and make her reach a stimulating orgasm.
Thinking of this, I quickly got up and went to the next room to discuss it. When I opened the door, the room was already filled with the scent of spring. Two naked bodies were pressed tightly together. The woman was lying down, and the man was kneeling between her legs, licking her breasts. The woman was stroking the man's penis with her hand. I could see that "Shell's" penis was extremely aroused by his wife's caresses, with a purplish-red sheen on the glans. When she saw me enter, the woman screamed and turned her back shyly. "Shell" sat on the bed. I was too embarrassed to make any move because it was a fair exchange. Without her husband's consent, and before my wife had given him her, I would absolutely not touch his wife.
But "Shell" didn't stop what he was doing. He continued to roam over his wife's naked body and even hinted that I should touch her too. With her husband's support, I certainly wouldn't let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But as soon as I reached for his wife's full breasts, she seemed shy and turned away. I had no choice but to let go and sit on the edge of the bed watching the couple make love. When "Shell" saw that I had stopped, he secretly removed one hand and let me touch his wife's buttocks. I slid my hand down her buttocks to her genitals and used my two thumbs to pry her buttocks open. I could see her vaginal opening from behind. She noticed my advances, and perhaps with her husband's support, she no longer avoided me as she had at the beginning. I began to boldly touch her breasts. My husband and I each held one breast, and I would occasionally gently rub her pink nipples. We touched her for almost two minutes, and she didn't move at all, letting us do as we pleased.
Seeing that things were about right, her husband wanted to hand her over to me while he went next door to have sex with my wife. Just as he stood up naked and was about to leave, the woman clung to him, saying she was a little scared and wanted to come with him. So, they decided that the four of them should do it together so that everyone could take care of each other. She silently nodded. With her consent, I boldly carried her, still completely naked, into my wife's room. My wife was still fully clothed and watching TV. When she saw me carrying a naked woman in, followed by a naked man, her eyes didn't linger on my actions with the woman. Instead, she shyly glanced at the man's genitals.
When I placed the woman next to her, she obediently shifted. Seeing his wife's naked body before someone else, "Shell" immediately became erect. He walked around the bed to my wife's bedside and, without waiting for her consent, began to caress her, kneading her breasts with two fingers. My wife leaned against the bed, shyly lowering her head, like a bride entering her bridal chamber. Although she knew what was about to happen, she didn't know how to begin, her face flushed, her hands unconsciously fidgeting with the hem of her clothes. Sometimes she would secretly glance at my actions with the woman. After only two or three touches, "Shell" impatiently climbed onto the bed, straddled my wife's lap, and began to undress her.
At that moment, I was fondling his wife's breasts. Her breasts were classic—not too big, not too small, and incredibly firm. Women who haven't given birth are different. Her pink nipples were small, seemingly disproportionate to her breasts. I kissed her nipples, occasionally reaching for her genitals to touch her clitoris. Meanwhile, my wife was completely naked, undressed by "Shell." I'll never forget the look in her eyes as the first button was undone—a look of pleading, helplessness, a mixture of arousal and shyness.
Although I wasn't her only man, this was her first time engaging in group sex with four men, especially in front of her husband. Actually, my wife is quite introverted, not the outgoing type. Although she's had sex with three or four men, those were all during courtship. Aside from that, she's a respectable woman, especially with men she doesn't fancy—she rarely speaks to them. For her to act this way today was truly a bit of a stretch.
Fortunately, when she looked at me, I gave her an encouraging look, and she quickly accepted it and cooperated with "Shell's" advances. With my wife's cooperation, she, who was only wearing pajamas, was quickly stripped naked by "Shell." My wife's pubic hair was thick, but it was now completely soaked with her vaginal fluid, a sticky mess. She spread her legs without any dignity, and when "Shell" put his hand into her vagina, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I knew that my wife was already overflowing with lust at this moment, and her entire vaginal opening must have been covered with love juice. No wonder "Shell" was surprised when he touched her genitals.
The two naked women looked embarrassed and very unnatural. In a short while, I had also stripped myself naked. My thick, hard penis was exposed. My penis had a clear advantage over "Shell's," much thicker and larger than his, although the length was about the same, about fourteen centimeters long.
We two curious men placed the two fair-skinned women side by side and made a thorough comparison. My wife, having already given birth, had naturally sagging breasts that weren't as firm as his wife's, and my wife's nipples were darker. When we parted their thighs, we were both astonished to find that they were two completely different vaginas.
At this point, someone might say: "A vagina is a vagina, what's the point of comparing them?" Wow! That's a huge misconception! Because no two vaginas are exactly alike, and of course, my wife's vagina is no exception. Southern vaginas are different from northern vaginas, and plump vaginas are different from thin vaginas. When I saw his wife's two plump, white legs spread apart, apart from a few tufts of soft, baby-hair-like pubic hair on her mons pubis, the hair on her vulva was sparse, almost countable strand by strand.
His wife's vagina was perfectly fitted, smooth and round, with a pair of small, delicate labia minora and labia majora, all pinkish-red. His wife's was a fairly typical, ordinary vagina. My wife's was different. When she spread her two plump thighs, her two thick labia minora, long and loose, some over two inches long, drooped down, just covering her vaginal opening. Unlike his wife, my wife's labia majora were covered in pubic hair, while his wife's were sparse. Also, his wife had a white vagina, while my wife had a dark vagina—two completely different types.
Friends in the community said that my wife's vagina was a rare gem, a true gem. When you're fucking her, those four labia will tightly embrace your penis. When those long labia tightly envelop your penis, that sight is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Perhaps that's why I haven't had enough of fucking my wife in ten years!
As "Shell" greedily caressed my wife's dark pubic hair and her incredibly sexy, plump vulva, then parted her thick labia, her vulva was fully revealed. Her vaginal opening was slightly open, her two plump labia spread wide, surrounded by glistening dark pubic hair. A clear, lustful fluid flowed from within, filling her buttocks and even wetting her anus. The man's touch made her entire vulva glistening, radiating an alluring sheen. After comparing them
, both of us men were delighted to have encountered two completely different vulvas. "Shell," especially, couldn't contain his joy, using my wife's love juice to tease her clitoris. For someone like me, accustomed to the dark forest of my own pubic hair and yearning for a "white tiger," his wife's pubic hair was a rare and precious find, so different from my wife's thick, dark pubic hair. I couldn't care less about admiring it anymore; I buried my head and began licking it vigorously with my tongue. At the same time, I used my thumbs to pry open her still-closed labia and extended my tongue towards her clitoris. The moment my tongue touched her clitoris, I felt her tremble slightly. I then inserted my ring finger into her vagina and began thrusting. I gradually felt my finger becoming wet.
Meanwhile, my wife, with her eyes closed and legs spread wide, was enjoying another man's caresses. I knew she was already craving penetration, but was too embarrassed to say it. Seeing this, I stopped licking her clitoris and said, "My wife's juices are almost drowning you, why don't you hurry up and do it?" Before I could finish speaking, he probably couldn't hold back any longer. He knelt between my wife's thighs and deeply inserted his erect penis into her already overflowing vagina, and began to thrust... I licked her clitoris for a long time, but no juices came out. So I straddled her thighs, put my glans against her vulva, and gently rubbed her labia and clitoris with the glans, but no juices came out. At this moment, my wife and "shell" were already fused together. Seeing this, I was filled with lust. I held my penis in one hand and pressed down on my wife's slender waist with the other. Suddenly, I pushed hard with my lower body. I heard my wife cry out, and my penis, hair and all, was swallowed up by the slit of her vulva without a trace.
His wife's vagina was very narrow, and my penis was enveloped by the tight, hot flesh of her vaginal cavity, feeling incredibly comfortable. Without thinking, I began to move my hips back and forth, thrusting to gain even greater physical pleasure. Watching my engorged penis, throbbing with veins, moving in and out of a completely unfamiliar vagina, from a deep red to a stick covered in a layer of pale white foam, a sense of heroism and physical pleasure surged through me, giving me a light, floating feeling. I started sucking on his wife's nipples while my hips moved violently, pounding against her vulva, wanting to shove my entire penis and testicles into her vagina, making "ah" sounds. But I still couldn't stop watching the scene of "shell" and my wife having sex.
Their approach was much gentler. "Shell" pressed his entire body against my wife's, not licking her nipples, but instead pressing his head against her face, fully experiencing the waves of pleasure rising from below. My wife, on the other hand, raised her buttocks high, her legs and thighs dangling in the air, making "splashing" sounds of her juices. This position allowed "Shell's" penis to penetrate deeper. My wife's eyes were tightly closed, her mouth slightly open, breathing heavily, writhing to match "Shell's" thrusts. I knew she was about to reach orgasm. Actually, we had discussed all of this online beforehand.
My wife prefers gentleness, while his wife prefers intensity, which suits us both perfectly. My wife's reaction grew stronger, and I quickly told "Shell" to suck on her nipples while I leaned in for a passionate kiss. I knew, of course, that when my wife was close to orgasm, she loved having her nipples licked; just a little lick and she'd quickly reach orgasm. Sure enough, my wife's face flushed, she breathed heavily, and she shoved her entire tongue into my mouth. I knew she had reached her most intense orgasm, and "Shell" sensed her change, motionless, enjoying the pleasure from her vaginal contractions.
Although my wife and I were passionately kissing, I didn't let up on my assault on her. However, after enjoying the vaginal movements, "Shell" resumed his previous actions. My wife's legs dangled from "Shell's" waist, lying in a spread-eagle position, eyes closed, completely submissive, allowing the skinny man to do as he pleased with her.
Perhaps it was the sheer thrill of watching my wife have sex with another man that made us both ejaculate without even changing positions!
First up was "Shell." Perhaps it was the contractions of my wife's vagina that stimulated him during her orgasm. As my wife climaxed, "Shell's" whole body trembled, and his thrusts became slow and powerful. With each thrust, he shuddered, and I believe each twitch represented him ejaculating inside my wife's vagina. He continued this for seven or eight times before finally stopping, exhausted and panting heavily. They embraced tightly. Seeing this unprecedentedly stimulating scene, I finally couldn't resist the surge of heat in my lower abdomen. Without caring whether my wife had reached orgasm, I also sent my countless sons into her vagina.

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