Looking forward to a more perfect swap story and protagonist

Many friends have found out about our whereabouts over the past two days, and some are eagerly awaiting my account, which I know. However, I may disappoint you all, because what you will see is not happiness, or rather, not pure happiness, or perhaps it can only be considered luck, because we simply met a wonderful couple—a very simple, kind, warm, and loving couple.
We met them (I will refer to Mr. C as C and his wife as Q) at a restaurant in W city. Knowing that we like spicy food, they thoughtfully treated us to hot pot.
Seeing them wave, we sat down facing each other and started talking about the weather, the climate differences between W city and Hunan. Later, the men's topic turned to MH370, while Q and I remained relatively silent.
I didn't dare look at C; I felt I would reveal my expression or intentions. For a moment, I felt like I had fallen from a height of fantasy to the ground, and the clear feeling of falling brought my thoughts to a sharper point.
To be honest, I felt we were more suited to be friends than to engaging in sexual games.
Sure enough, when we went to sing karaoke after dinner, everyone relaxed and forgot what they were actually supposed to be doing. My husband was very happy, drinking beer and singing old songs from his memories, as if he had returned to the season of love. He held the microphone in one hand, pointed at me with the other, and sang "My favorite is you..." His dreamy eyes touched me. They sang a duet intimately and were very happy. We all passed the time in this relaxed manner. The dim lighting didn't create any feeling, and the love songs we sang were just beautiful notes... No one knew what to do or what not to do.
Around 10:30, they drove us to their house.
It was a typical couple's home, simple and cozy inside. Stepping out of the living room, there was a large balcony. My crowded feelings suddenly eased for a moment, and the night breeze was gentle. When C walked onto the balcony, her hand briefly lingered on my waist, and I suddenly became nervous. ***Is someone else's wife better?!
After showering, I covered my chest with my hands and sat next to my husband. Q seemed to perfectly meet my husband's standards. I also liked her words, tone, and temperament, including her figure. After showering, Q came over and sat with me first. Women can always express intimacy with passion, which is why I like her so much.
Everyone started to smile knowingly.
I was actually a little reluctant, because C isn't my type (sorry).
The lights went out amidst Q's increasingly frenzied gaze...

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