A couple's real-life experience with dating (repost)

I'm a rather traditional woman. Actually, people are strange. A few years ago, I looked down on sex. But a year after we got married, after the passion faded, and after we both went online to Tianya (a Chinese online forum), I want to say something: sex is just a matter of your mindset!
My husband and I were each other's first love and college classmates. We had a great relationship and a good sex life. Like other families, we lived a routine life, our family life becoming mundane. Our past love evolved into a deep familial affection, and life always seemed to lack something vibrant. Time washes everything away, leaving us only with the marks of years. We are no longer young, no longer passionate, and all that remains is a formulaic life: home—work—home. The content is also unchanging: elderly parents, children, and the mundane necessities of life. The sex life we once hoped for has also lost its former excitement, like the three meals a day we have to eat every day—bland and tasteless, yet we have to eat them. Perhaps this is what is called visual fatigue! In bed, we are like two familiar strangers, moving mechanically without any desire, like a son doing homework assigned by his teacher—a little unwilling, yet unable to avoid it. Perhaps this is life!
Like other families, we often watched porn together and imitated it. I also frequently browsed pornographic websites to enhance our sexual interest. However, this passion was always fleeting. After the initial excitement wore off, we fell back into a deep sense of monotony. One day, I saw someone mention 4P on a website, so I asked my husband, "What is 4P?" He replied, "4P is also called ******," and then showed me many articles about "******," commenting on current male-female sexual views. I understood what he meant; he implicitly agreed with ******. I didn't say anything. That night, while we were sleeping, my husband again intentionally or unintentionally brought up 4P and even told jokes about it. Then we talked about our current life. I was surprised by how frank and serious we were, as if we had planned it beforehand. From initial disdain and misunderstanding to eventual acquiescence, it was a very complex psychological process for me. I really didn't want to be submerged in the mundane routine of daily life, a life devoid of passion. As time ticked by, we reflected on our married life and came to the same conclusion: we needed to improve our marriage and rekindle some of the passion we had shared, even if it was just a little bit!
My husband suggested trying "******", and I hesitated for a long time. Finally, without affecting our family, we agreed to find other couples who shared the same idea to enjoy sex together. The partners had to be married couples with legitimate jobs or long-term partners; they had to be in good health; and if we confirmed their health, we could go without condoms; and we didn't object to four people having sex together. My husband was extremely excited and performed exceptionally well that night, experiencing a long-awaited climax.
The next day, my husband started posting messages about exchanging items on various websites and QQ groups. Instantly, our inboxes were flooded with messages from couples wanting to participate. The sheer volume of messages was overwhelming; the words were so enticing and exciting that they conjured up vivid images of thrilling moments. However, due to the virtual nature of the internet, very few couples actually committed to exchanging items, preventing us from succeeding. Finding like-minded friends is no easy feat, and because this was a non-mainstream concept not widely accepted, I was very cautious. We required that the other party participating in the exchange be completely voluntary and that they send a photo or video call to communicate.
Things didn't go smoothly. We talked to several people, but either the other party wasn't sincere, or we weren't satisfied with each other. Ultimately, it was Tao and Qian, a married couple, who went through with it. We met in a QQ group. Gradually, we shared a common desire (the pursuit of sexual pleasure) and found common ground. We started discussing practical matters like time and place. Actually, I was still afraid of swapping; I wasn't truly open to it. The thought of facing a strange man and having to undress for that kind of thing filled me with fear, embarrassment, and shame. At first, I wanted to choose a hotel, but then I felt that doing it at home would be more comfortable and perhaps better.
The day finally arrived, and we met at a restaurant. Since we were already quite familiar with each other online, after a brief moment of awkwardness, we chatted freely. Tao and her husband talked about interesting anecdotes from home and abroad, cross-strait relations, and the happenings in the sports arena. Qian and I remained silent, occasionally letting out a soft laugh. It was clear that Qian was an even more traditional and introverted woman than I was. I kept my head down, too embarrassed to look ahead, my face flushed red to the roots of my neck. But I had to admit that Qian was a great beauty, with fair and delicate skin, a beautiful face, and didn't look like a married woman at all. I also stole a few glances at Tao; every time our eyes met, I felt a jolt. Tao was tall, with a slightly protruding belly, looking very robust, clearly someone who exercised regularly. Her husband also kept glancing at Qian; it seemed everyone was quite satisfied with each other. Later, we decided to go to my house. On the way, while in the car, they suggested exchanging gifts, and Qian and I sat next to each other. On the way home, Tao kept bumping into me with his arm, making physical contact. I glanced at my husband, but he wasn't even looking at me; he was engrossed in his own little actions. Qian blushed and tried to avoid him slightly. For some reason, I felt a pang of jealousy, so I deliberately straightened my sleeves and collar, letting a glimpse of my alluring skin. I could clearly feel Tao's breathing quicken. Back home, I poured them water, and Tao and my husband drank it down. Qian and I exchanged a knowing glance and smiled. We sat in the living room, chatting aimlessly, neither of us willing to break the ice. Finally, Tao said, "It's getting late, let's start!" Her husband asked tentatively, "Should we do it separately or together?" I hadn't quite adjusted yet, and... 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She could only feel him inside her, thrusting violently back and forth. Waves of pleasure surged from below. He flipped me over, making my buttocks face up. I knew he was going to penetrate me from behind. I could only lie on the bed like a bitch, as he thrust into me relentlessly from behind, the sounds of "slap, slap" echoing as his penis hit my buttocks. Finally, he jumped up and thrust downwards hard. I felt like I was being pierced through, a little painful, but I still couldn't bear to give up the pleasure—it was a bittersweet experience. I could feel my screams getting louder, but I couldn't control myself. Finally, he asked me, "Can I ejaculate inside?" I mumbled, "I don't know." He shouted, and his semen shot inside me like a hot wave, it felt so good. He collapsed weakly onto me, and we both slowly fell down onto the bed. I could clearly feel the excess semen slowly flowing out, itchy, and I wanted to wipe it away, but I had no strength. After a while, I calmed down and quickly wiped myself with toilet paper. "Why did you ejaculate inside?" he hurriedly apologized. I told him that I never let my husband ejaculate inside me, and if he brought it up later, I would say he ejaculated on me, or even on my face, but not inside, because I was afraid he would get angry. He nodded and agreed, revealing a smug smile. I suddenly remembered to ask, "How did things go?" Tao replied, "Nothing's happening, maybe my wife is too embarrassed to call out." I suggested we go check. When we got to the bedroom door, there was no sound from inside. We opened the door and saw them sitting on the edge of the bed. Qian was sobbing softly. As soon as she saw Tao, she rushed over and started crying loudly. Her crying was very infectious, and the atmosphere immediately became oppressive. It was obvious that they hadn't had intercourse; Qian wasn't ready. I felt very guilty towards my husband. I knelt down, pulled down his underwear, took out his penis, and took it into my mouth, quickly stroking it. Tao carried Qian to the living room to comfort her. A while later, Qian came over, squatted down, and gestured for me to come over, but I shook my head, indicating I didn't need it. My husband seemed to enjoy it, lying on the bed, savoring the moment. I rarely give him oral sex, either because I dislike it or don't enjoy it. Later, Tao called us out from the living room, saying we should all do it together. We went to the living room and did it separately. Qian was a little embarrassed at first, but later, under Tao's thrusting, she began to moan happily. Halfway through, Tao gestured for us to switch. My husband hesitated for a moment, but ultimately went over. Qian knew she had been switched, and although she was unwilling, she didn't resist, tears still involuntarily streaming down her face. My husband saw this and, feeling a bit bored, switched back, only thrusting briefly in and out. My husband and I went at it wildly, and I don't know what we were trying to release, but we quickly reached orgasm. Perhaps influenced by us, Tao and Qian also became very engaged. Despite a slight unpleasantness, each of us experienced unprecedented stimulation and pleasure. Only Qian remained reserved and didn't fully commit. After a great battle, everyone was exhausted. As we rested on the sofa, Tao suggested that Qian let her *** hold her, but Qian gave Tao a reproachful look, and we had no choice but to give up. That night, we each made love and went to sleep separately.
The next day, Tao and Qian left. Qian looked guilty, and I was genuinely worried that their relationship was in trouble. We never contacted them again after that.
There's regret, and there's joy, too. Oh well, nothing in this world is perfect for everyone. What's past is past; what matters is the experience. Actually, after this incident, I silently realized that a threesome with two men and one woman might bring more pleasure, because there's no other woman's tears. After discussing it with my husband, we decided to try a threesome again, or perhaps two women and one man, to make up for the guilt I felt towards him last time.

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