The wife's change

Chapter 1: Husband Wants to Participate in Wife-Swapping Game

Wenjing, just like her name, is quiet, elegant, and beautiful.

Born into an intellectual family, her every word and action exudes refinement. Wenjing is an only child, receiving an excellent education from a young age. Her marriage to Yang Huan was a natural progression, happy and fulfilling. She has a satisfying job and a carefree life. After graduating, she worked in the education sector, fell in love, got married, and had children. Her husband is exceptionally talented and has an outstanding political record. They are just over thirty, belonging to the "three highs" group—high education, high income, and high vision—a time of great success and pride.

However, they gradually discovered that life was monotonously repetitive, and the novelty had become numb and dull, often producing a feeling of boredom. The aesthetic fatigue that arose between the couple led to a lack of passion in their emotional life. Wenjing often wondered: what is the meaning of life if we are so busy?

Wenjing also gradually noticed that her husband, Yang Huan, was gradually changing. He was less passionate when he was with her and talked more about other women. As for whether Yang Huan was having an affair, Wenjing really couldn't say for sure in this day and age. Wenjing only knew that although she was not conservative, she was still a traditional type of woman and did not want to seek out any extramarital affairs.

Yang Huan's work involves frequent social engagements and banquets. Wenjing mainly spends her free time tutoring her youngest daughter and watching TV. Since they got broadband internet at home, Wenjing's interactions with the outside world have increased. She even met a netizen named Lili on QQ. Lili and Wenjing are similar in age and occupation, and they often chat online and have become good friends.

One evening, Yang Huan returned from a banquet and, during a casual conversation, he told Wenjing: "We discussed an interesting topic at the dinner table today."

"What topic?" Wenjing asked.

"Wife swapping." Yang Huan seemed a bit excited from drinking.

"What wife swapping?" Wenjing asked while watching TV. "

It's wife swapping, a game that has existed in Europe and America for a long time. It's also called wife swapping clubs, where close friends bring their wives to get together and exchange them." "It's become popular in China in recent years.

I've heard about it; it's ridiculous. This is a game that Westerners played a few years ago, and now we're imitating it too," Wenjing retorted, glancing at Yang Huan. "You don't have that thought, do you?

I'm just saying, but I understand this phenomenon. A celebrity online once said: 'Is partner swapping harmful to society?' Partner swapping is a form of entertainment or lifestyle chosen voluntarily by a small number of adults. It doesn't violate the three principles of sexology: voluntariness, privacy, and adulthood.

You don't want to swap me out, do you?" Wenjing was a little worried about Yang Huan's viewpoint. "

If it's voluntary, I support you," Yang Huan said with a smile. "But if I'm going to swap, I must find someone better than me in every way." Yang Huan seemed to be joking, but a sense of unease and wariness crept into Wenjing's heart.

One day, when Yang Huan brought up the topic of wife-swapping again, the perceptive Wenjing realized that her husband was genuinely interested in it. She began to feel a sense of unease. She stopped arguing with Yang Huan about it, wondering what had made her husband so weary of their current life and develop such thoughts.

That evening, Wenjing turned on her computer and saw that Lili was online. They chatted for a while, and Wenjing steered the conversation to her own concerns.

Wenjing: I've heard about wife-swapping games lately. Do you have any where you are?

Lili: Yes, why? Want to try it?

Wenjing: No, just asking.

Lili: You've come to the right place. I'm a member.

Wenjing: What member?

Lili: A wife-swapping club.

Wenjing: Oh, so you…

Lili: Of course I’ve swapped.

Wenjing: That’s unbelievable.

Lili: Actually, wife-swapping isn’t new. It’s said there are over 500 wife-swapping clubs in the US, some large clubs even book entire hotels, with up to 4,000 members, all educated and cultured members of society. In Italy, the wife-swapping rate is over 20%.

Wenjing: Do you think wife-swapping is a sign of social progress or regression? Is it a game for the brave, or is it immoral?

Lili: I think here, couples are equal, open, without privacy, without betrayal, and perhaps more about understanding and tolerance. They don't consider each other their private property. The men here are far more noble and upright than those selfish men who keep their wives at home while having affairs on the side.

Wenjing: Won't swapping affect the family?

Lili: Here, husbands and wives also have responsibilities. Wife-swapping is just a game. Through the game, one only hopes to obtain physical enjoyment. There is no monetary transaction, no deception or harm to each other. Sexual relations and marriage are clearly separated. The game will not hinder one's married life, nor will it prevent one from fulfilling the responsibilities of a husband, wife, father, and mother.

Wenjing: I still think it's a bit absurd.

Lili: You and I had the same thoughts at the beginning. I don't understand big principles either, but I'll just show you my own experience today. I'll send you an article. Aren't you sleepy? Where's your husband?

Wenjing: Go ahead and send it, my husband is asleep.

Wenjing saw the article Lili sent:

Today is my husband's birthday, and it's almost midnight before I sent him a message wishing him a happy birthday. I've been considering whether I should record what happened these past two days, whether to downplay it or avoid the important parts, but in any case, I need to give myself a chance to reflect on it. I don't know if this counts as happiness.

Actually, Xiao Liang and Zhang Mei are a very good couple, a very simple, kind, warm, and loving couple. I met them at the restaurant outside the South Gate, which we had arranged to meet beforehand. Knowing that we like spicy food, they went to the trouble of treating us to hot pot. Seeing them wave, we sat down facing each other and started talking about the weather, the climate differences between the South and the North. Later, the men's conversation shifted to cross-strait relations, while Zhang Mei and I remained relatively silent.

After dinner, we went to karaoke, and everyone seemed relaxed. My husband was very happy, drinking beer and singing old songs from his memories, as if he were back in the season of love. He held a microphone in one hand, pointed at me with the other, and sang "My Favorite is You," his dreamy eyes touching me. Xiao Liang and Zhang Mei sang a duet intimately, also enjoying themselves. We all passed the time so casually; the dim lighting didn't create any feeling, and the love songs we sang were just beautiful notes. No one knew what they should or shouldn't do. Around 11:30, we took a taxi together to the wife-swapping club.

It was a typical private space for two, simple and cozy inside. Stepping out from the living room, there was a large balcony. My cramped feeling suddenly eased for a moment; the night breeze was soothing.

As Xiao Liang walked onto the balcony, his hand lingered briefly on my waist, and I suddenly tensed up. I didn't dare look at Xiao Liang; I felt I would reveal my expression or desire. For a moment, I felt like I had fallen from a height of fantasy to the ground, the clear sensation of falling bringing clarity to my mind. To be frank, I felt we were better suited to be friends than to play this kind of sexual game.

After sitting for a while, I went to take a shower, and the waiter brought me a nightgown. I repeatedly told the waiter I needed to wear something modest, but when I came out, I still noticed half of my breast and my areola clearly visible. I covered my chest with my hands and sat next to Nanwei. Xiao Liang and Zhang Mei took turns going in to shower, and afterwards we all sat obediently in the living room watching TV until after 1 a.m. the next morning. The lights were bright, and there was no flirting between us. Nanwei turned off the living room light, and we all started to smile knowingly. I was actually a little reluctant, because I still harbored resentment towards Xiao Liang; he was the one who dumped me and started pursuing Zhang Mei so madly.

As I write this, my hands are trembling a little, I don't know if it's fear or nervousness. I'm still wondering if I should record the following details in the form of a diary.

I saw Nanwei sitting properly, and I suddenly felt guilty for doing so towards Zhang Mei, so I encouraged him with my eyes. Nanwei then led Zhang Mei to another room, leaving only Xiao Liang and me.

Xiao Liang suggested turning off the lights, and I thought it was a good idea; perhaps this would reduce visual pressure and lessen the guilt. Gradually, I felt Xiao Liang's breathing getting closer and closer. I wanted to escape, but my body pressed against him involuntarily. He wrapped his left arm around my shoulder and his right arm around my chest, and I felt a warm current rush through my body. I then fell down.

I'm having trouble writing this far. The scene of making love with Xiao Liang that day keeps replaying in my mind. He penetrated me almost instantly, and I even experienced an orgasm I can't achieve with my husband. It felt so special, like I was born inside him at that moment… "Have you finished reading?" Lili asked.

Wenjing: Finished reading? Did you write this?

Lili: Haha, no, it's circulating online. This is only a part; go online and see, there's a lot more. The people who participate in wife-swapping clubs aren't the kind of men and women who seem unassuming. These seemingly respectable men and women secretly harbor ill intentions; perhaps after finishing signing their contracts, they're thinking of immediately heading to wife-swapping clubs for thrills. Exchanging their own wives for others' wives, the men tacitly agreed, and the women didn't feel they were losing out; everyone got what they wanted.

Wenjing: I see you're quite theorist. What about your own story?

Lili: I have quite a few stories too; I'll tell you sometime.

Wenjing: Perhaps this is only a game for adventurers and the brave.

Lili: Yes, these people might become pioneers of new marital relationships. Or they might become victims. History clearly shows this: in ancient times, women were confined to their homes to prevent infidelity; in the Qing Dynasty, women had their feet bound, also a form of confinement. Even in modern times, premarital cohabitation was illegal in the past, but what about now? Look at society—college students living together, extramarital affairs, lovers—aren't these all realities? Compared to these, wife-swapping games become understandable.

Wenjing: You mean that perhaps the form of marriage based on family will change in the future?

Lili: That's for sure, because society is developing, and there will definitely be new marriage models in the future.

Wenjing: My husband is testing my opinion now.

Lili: It's okay, but be careful. It's best to know the other person beforehand. I heard that you have to watch a video to register now. Make sure to find a reliable person, don't force it.

Wenjing: I don't think I can take that step.

The next day, when Wenjing got home from work, she was surprised to find that Yang Huan had come home earlier than her. He was busy in front of the computer.

Wenjing, come, come and see. Yang Huan greeted Wenjing happily.

Wenjing hung up her coat and walked to Ouyang's side. She saw a photo on the computer screen.

"These are photos my college classmate Li Yi sent me. They were taken recently during a trip to Hainan."

Wenjing saw that the photos looked like a couple, wearing swimsuits and standing by the sea. The sea breeze was blowing the girl's long hair; she was slender and beautiful. The man was tall, with a healthy physique, appearing athletic and composed.

Li Yi was a handsome man in school, and now he looked even more mature. "There are a few more photos; I've downloaded them all. Sit down and look at them." Yang Huan stood up and pressed Wenjing into a chair. "Why did I send you these photos?" A thought suddenly flashed through Wenjing's mind—was Yang Huan planning to swap wives? Wenjing's heart skipped a beat, but she remained outwardly calm.

"Li Yi? Have I met him?" Wenjing asked. "Where does he work?" "He works for a foreign company and was always out of town. He was transferred back last year." "Is that his wife? She's very beautiful." Yang Huan: Yes, his wife's name is Meijuan, and she owns a clothing store. Wenjing, you look at these first, and then we'll go out for a bite to eat later, it's my treat. "

Going out for a bite is fine, then we can go to my mom's to see our daughter," Wenjing said, her gaze never leaving the computer.

The second photo was next to a coconut tree; Li Yi was tall and dashing, very charismatic, while Meijuan was graceful and radiant. The other photos also showed the couple's happy travel life from different angles. Wenjing thought they were a happy couple who loved life.

Wenjing closed the computer and began preparing to go out for a casual dinner with Yang Huan.

In the early summer twilight, the sunset cast its glow on the city buildings, the upper parts of the high-rises still reflecting the afterglow. Wenjing and Yang Huan were in a good mood today. Yang Huan suggested going to their usual restaurant, a fairly large open-air food stall near Wenjing's parents' house.

The stall was set up under a large awning, and the rows of neat, elegant tables were already quite full. Yang Huan chose a quieter spot to sit down. Wenjing sat opposite him. Soon, a waiter came over with the menu, and Yang Huan quickly ordered two of his usual dishes and some beer. Just then, his phone rang. "

Hello! ...Ah! ...Where are you?" "I'm at Huanghe Road Square...the food stall." "You're nearby too?" "Where's your wife?" "...Together, that's good...Wenjing and I are together too, what a coincidence, come on over, let's eat together...Okay, I'll wait for you."

Wenjing asked, "Who is it?

" Yang Huan replied, "It's Li Yi and Meijuan, a couple. They happen to be nearby and are coming here too.

What a coincidence! Let's eat together and get to know each other." "What a coincidence! I just saw their photos and they're here," Wenjing thought. "

Speak of the devil, and he appears." Yang Huan seemed excited. "

Could this have been arranged beforehand?" Wenjing wondered, but she didn't ask; that was typical of her. Wenjing stood up from her seat, walked around the table, and sat down next to Yang Huan.

The waiter came to set the table, and Yang Huan asked for two more sets and ordered two more dishes.

Chapter Two: A Not-So-Chance Encounter

Not long after, Li Yi and Meijuan arrived.

When they appeared before Wenjing, she was immediately struck by the tall, strong Li Yi; he was a very handsome and athletic man, much like a male model. Meijuan, on the other hand, struck Wenjing as beautiful, generous, cheerful, and lively.

After they sat down, Li Yi said, "This is the first time I've met you, sister-in-law, so let me treat you."

Yang Huan laughed, "It's a coincidence, first come, first served. I'll treat you this time, but if you want to treat, we can do it another time. Besides, we need to find a nicer restaurant; street food stalls are too cheap." "

Okay, no problem, next time Li Yi and I will treat you both," Meijuan replied on Li Yi's behalf, "It's really fate that we're here today; Li Yi and I were just thinking of coming here too."

Wenjing noticed Yang Huan and Li Yi exchanging glances. "

Come on, let's have a drink," Yang Huan raised his glass, proposing the idea.

The city, which never sleeps, gradually brightened, and the increasing number of colorful lights adorned the scene. A gentle breeze dispersed the daytime dust, bringing a refreshing breeze. The dinner

began with laughter and clinking glasses, a lively conversation about everything under the sun. Yang Huan and Li Yi were the most talkative, while Wenjing and Meijuan were relatively quieter. In a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, the four of them drank quite a bit of beer, concluding the dinner.

Wenjing and Yang Huan returned home after seeing their daughter; it was already quite late.

Yang Huan started playing computer games, while Wenjing turned on the television. This was a common, almost unchanging routine.

Yang Huan asked Wenjing: "What do you think of Li Yi and Meijuan?"

"That's right," Wenjing replied, watching TV. She did indeed have a very good impression of the couple; Li Yi's image, with its unique charm of a mature man, was already imprinted in her mind. "

He said he invited us to get together in a few days. Should we go?" "

Getting together is fine, but don't try anything funny," Wenjing said warily. "

What could I possibly do? I think Li Yi is great; there's nothing wrong with getting together often."

His wife is also quite nice.

Such a handsome man, and he chose her after all.

How is their relationship?

Of course, it's good. Yang Huan closed the game: "Lost again. I found that drinking makes me less intelligent. I'm going to take a shower and go to sleep first. I'll wait for you." Yang Huan closed the game and left the computer desk.

Yang Huan went to sleep. Wenjing checked the time; it was already past eleven. Lili must no longer be online, but Wenjing still opened QQ.

Wenjing immediately saw the message "Wishing you success." She also saw stories about wife-swapping sent by Xiaoli in her inbox. Wenjing read each story very carefully, her heart pounding.

Wenjing closed the computer, shocked and stimulated by Lili's previous story. For some reason, the image of Li Yi appeared in her mind and connected with the stories Lili had told.

When Wenjing returned to the bedroom and lay down next to Yang Huan, Yang Huan woke up and asked her, "What have you been looking at these past few days? Is it about wife-swapping games?"

"Yes, I didn't expect it to actually happen.

How about we try it sometime when Li Yi and the others invite us?

" Wenjing felt her face flush. "Don't talk nonsense. If you have such thoughts, do you think others do too?

I think Li Yi and Meijuan are very open-minded people. They're both

more open-minded than me. Why are you so keen on wife-swapping? Are you tired of me?" Wenjing punched Yang Huan.

Yang Huan hugged Wenjing tightly in return: "I think giving the person you love the greatest satisfaction is also a form of love."

Not long after, Yang Huan and Wenjing received an invitation from Li Yi and Meijuan to have dinner together the following evening at a relatively upscale hotel in the west of the city.

Wenjing sensed this wasn't an ordinary gathering because she noticed Yang Huan's mysterious expression while he was on the phone. Sure enough, Yang Huan patted Wenjing's shoulder and said, "Be prepared today." "

I'm not going," Wenjing said. "We'll see how things

go. If we're happy, we'll have fun for a while; if not, we'll come back. Besides, you've met my friend, Li Yi is an idol. Even I'm ashamed of myself.

" "Aren't you afraid I'll run off with someone else?"

"No, no, this isn't like a lover." "By the way, I found you something to look at."

"What is it?" Wenjing asked, puzzled.

Yang Huan opened his computer and quickly found a webpage: "See for yourself."

Wenjing waited for Ouyang to leave before sitting down to look at it.

To encourage both parties to seriously consider their personal conduct, respect individual privacy, and avoid unnecessary disputes and harm to the family, the following agreement is hereby established and is expected to be observed by both parties:

1. Respect for personal privacy is paramount. If either party objects to the disclosure of personal information such as address or phone number, that information must not be sought.

2. Respect for the woman's wishes is essential. No action should be taken against her wishes without her consent, and illegal means must not be used to achieve any goals. The serious consequences of such actions should be carefully considered.

3. Both parties should communicate openly and honestly. It is recommended that personal interests, hobbies, and quirks be fully discussed beforehand to avoid any unpleasantness.

4. Both parties should disclose their physical condition, such as whether they have any infectious diseases or other conditions that would make them unsuitable for the relationship. Please carefully consider the serious consequences of such disclosure.

5. Neither party should use any means to harm or make the other uncomfortable during the communication process. Men, in particular, should demonstrate gentlemanly conduct and show full care and respect for women.

6. Both parties should confirm their legally valid and genuine marital status.

7. If either party has children, they should restrain their behavior and strictly refrain from any actions that could negatively impact the next generation.

8. After the communication ends, if one party does not wish to continue the relationship, the other party must not pester or disrupt the other party's family.

9. Neither party is permitted to engage in any monetary transactions.

10. No intimate behavior with the other party is permitted in public places or where acquaintances know your identity.

This seems to be an unspoken rule of the wife-swapping game, Wenjing thought.

To go or not to go? Wenjing was at a loss. Lili's story these past few days had opened a window to another colorful world for her, yet traditional values made her feel she shouldn't do this. What should she do?

The next evening, Wenjing still decided to go to the party with Yang Huan. Perhaps it was because of Yang Huan's sweet talk all night, perhaps because of her good impression of Li Yi, or perhaps out of curiosity and a desire to test the waters.

Once she made the decision, Wenjing felt much more relaxed. Although she didn't usually dress up, she still spent a long time looking in the mirror before leaving, choosing an outfit she liked.

When Yang Huan and Wen Jing arrived at the agreed-upon private room at the restaurant, Li Yi and Mei Juan were already there.

They were a dashing and beautiful couple. Mei Juan wore a vibrantly colored dress; her trendy hairstyle and well-proportioned figure exuded sunshine and youth. Li Yi wore a dark t-shirt, polite and composed. For some reason, Wen Jing felt very nervous when she saw Li Yi.

Compared to Mei Juan, Wen Jing was a different type. Her slender figure, paired with a pale white suit, combined with her quiet temperament, reminded one of a lotus flower. Although Yang Huan had gained some weight, his humor and cheerfulness made him a man women liked to be around. "

The ladies are so beautiful today! Mei Juan is like a peony, Wen Jing is like a lotus!" Yang Huan's compliments enlivened the atmosphere.

I noticed that Meijuan and Yang Huan were dressed very well today. They were both wearing floral dresses.

The waitresses started bringing the drinks and dishes, also carefully observing the two couples. Suddenly, Yang Huan asked the waitress, "Which of us four looks like a couple?" "

Of course, it's the two of you and the other two," the waitress replied without hesitation, pointing with her finger.

A burst of laughter erupted because the waitress first pointed to Yang Huan and Meijuan, then to Li Yi and Wenjing. Hearing the laughter, the waitress knew she had guessed wrong and quickly apologized.

The laughter represented everyone's consensus: the waitress had guessed wrong, judging from their first impressions of clothing and demeanor. But Wenjing felt that Yang Huan had cleverly used the waitress's words to reveal everyone's inner feelings and to set the stage for the game to come. "Yang Huan is really cunning," Wenjing thought.

The gathering proceeded in a pleasant atmosphere. Meijuan's enthusiastic conversation complemented Yang Huan's perfectly, while Li Yi and Wenjing spoke less. However, during a toast, Wenjing felt Li Yi's gentle gaze. Though it was only for a moment, Wenjing seemed to see into Li Yi's heart; she had already accepted him in her heart. Amidst the laughter and conversation, Wenjing sensed that everyone had a clear purpose and was fully prepared for this game. It seemed that everything was going according to plan and procedure.

[The End]

Chapter One: Husband Wants to Participate in Wife Swapping Game

Wenjing, as her name suggests, was quiet, elegant, and beautiful.

Coming from an intellectual family, her every word and action revealed a refined temperament. Wenjing was an only child, and she received a good education from a young age. Her marriage to Yang Huan was also a matter of fate, and it was happy and fulfilling. She had a fulfilling job and a carefree life. After graduating, she took a job in the education sector, fell in love, got married, and had a child. Her husband was exceptionally talented and had an outstanding political record. They were just over thirty, belonging to the "triple-high" class of highly educated, high-income, and high-minded individuals—a time of career success and great pride.

However, they gradually discovered that life was becoming monotonous and repetitive. The novelty had become numbing and dull, often leading to a sense of boredom. Aesthetic fatigue in their marriage resulted in a lack of passion in their emotional life. Wenjing often wondered: what is the meaning of all this busyness?

Wenjing gradually noticed changes in her husband, Yang Huan. He became less passionate with her and talked more about other women. As for whether Yang Huan was having an affair, Wenjing couldn't be sure in this day and age. She knew that while she wasn't old-fashioned, she was a traditional woman and didn't want to seek out extramarital affairs.

Yang Huan had many work-related social engagements and often attended banquets. Wenjing spent her free time tutoring her youngest daughter and watching TV. Since they got broadband internet at home, Wenjing's interactions with the outside world increased. She met a netizen named Lili on QQ. Lili and Wenjing were similar in age and occupation, and they often chatted online and became good friends.

One evening, Yang Huan returned from a banquet. During a casual conversation, he told Wenjing, "We talked about an interesting topic at the dinner table today." "

What topic?" Wenjing asked.

"Wife swapping," Yang Huan replied, seemingly excited from the alcohol.

"What wife swapping?" Wenjing asked, watching TV. "

It's a wife-swapping game. It's existed in Europe and America for a long time, also called wife-swapping clubs. Close friends would bring their wives to get together and exchange them. It's become popular in China in recent years." "

I've heard about it. It's ridiculous. It's a game that Europeans and Americans played a few years ago, and now we're imitating it," Wenjing retorted, glancing at Yang Huan. "You don't actually have that kind of thinking, do you?" "

I was just saying, but I understand this phenomenon." A celebrity once said online: Is partner swapping harmful to society? Partner swapping is a form of entertainment or lifestyle chosen voluntarily by a small number of adults. It does not violate the three principles of sexuality: voluntariness, privacy, and adulthood. "

You're not planning to swap me out, are you?" Wenjing was a little worried about Yang Huan's viewpoint. "

If it's voluntary, I support you," Yang Huan said with a smile. "But if you're going to swap, you must find someone better than me in every way." Yang Huan seemed to be joking, but a sense of vigilance and unease arose in Wenjing's heart.

One day, when Yang Huan brought up the topic of wife-swapping again, the perceptive Wenjing realized that her husband was genuinely interested in it. She began to feel uneasy. She stopped arguing with Yang Huan about it and wondered what had made him so weary of their current life and develop such thoughts.

That evening, Wenjing turned on her computer and saw that Lili was online. They chatted for a while, and Wenjing steered the conversation to her own concerns.

Wenjing: I've heard about wife-swapping games lately. Do you have any where you are?

Lili: Yes, why? Want to try?

Wenjing: No, just asking.

Lili: You've come to the right place. I'm a member.

Wenjing: What member?

Lili: A wife-swapping club.

Wenjing: Oh, so you…

Lili: Of course I've tried.

Wenjing: Unbelievable.

Lili: Actually, wife-swapping is nothing new. It's said there are over 500 wife-swapping clubs in the US, some large clubs even book entire hotels, with up to 4,000 members, all educated and cultured individuals. In Italy, the wife-swapping rate is over 20%.

Wenjing: Do you think wife-swapping is a sign of social progress or regression? Is it a game for the brave, or is it immoral?

Lili: I think here, couples are equal, open, without privacy or betrayal. Perhaps it's more about understanding and tolerance. They don't consider each other their private property. The men here are far more noble and open-minded than those selfish men who keep their wives at home while having affairs outside.

Wenjing: Won't it affect my family after we swap wives?

Lili: Here, husbands and wives also have responsibilities. Wife-swapping is just a game. Through the game, we only hope to gain physical enjoyment. There's no monetary transaction, no deception or harm to each other. Sexual relationships and marriage are clearly separated. The game won't hinder your married life, nor will it prevent you from fulfilling your responsibilities as a husband, wife, father, and mother.

Wenjing: I still think it's a bit absurd.

Lili: You and I had the same thoughts at the beginning. I don't understand the big principles either, but I'll demonstrate with my own experience. I'll send you an article. Aren't you sleepy? Where's your husband?

Wenjing: Go ahead and send it. My husband is asleep.

Wenjing saw the article Lili sent her:

Today is my husband's birthday, and I only just sent him a message wishing him a happy birthday around midnight. I've been debating whether or not I should record these past two days, whether to downplay them or avoid the important ones, but in any case, I need to give myself a chance to reflect on them. I don't know if this counts as happiness.

Actually, Xiao Liang and Zhang Mei are a very good couple—simple, kind, warm, and loving. I met them at the restaurant outside the South Gate, which we had arranged to meet beforehand. Knowing 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 the South and the North. Later, the men's conversation shifted to cross-strait relations, while Zhang Mei and I remained relatively silent.

After dinner, we went to karaoke, and everyone seemed relaxed. My husband was very happy, drinking beer and singing old songs from his memories, as if he were back in the season of love. He held a microphone in one hand, pointed at me with the other, and sang "My Favorite is You," his dreamy eyes touching me. Xiao Liang and Zhang Mei sang a duet intimately, also having a great time. We all passed the time so casually; the dim lighting didn't create any feeling, and the love songs we sang were just beautiful notes. No one knew what they should or shouldn't do. Around 11:30, we took a taxi to the wife-swapping club.

This was a typical romantic getaway for two. The room was simple and cozy. Stepping out of the living room, there was a large balcony. My cramped feeling suddenly eased, and the night breeze softened my heart.

As Xiao Liang walked onto the balcony, his hand lingered briefly on my waist, and I suddenly tensed up. I didn't dare look at Xiao Liang; I felt I would betray my expression or desire. For a moment, I felt like I had fallen from the heights of fantasy to the ground, and the distinct sensation of falling brought clarity to my mind. To be frank, I felt we were better suited to be friends than to play this sexual game.

After sitting for a while, I went to take a shower. The waiter brought me a nightgown. I repeatedly told the waiter I wanted something modest, but when I came out, I still noticed half of my breast and my clearly visible areola exposed. I sat next to Nanwei, my hands covering my chest. Xiao Liang and Zhang Mei took turns showering, and afterwards we all sat obediently in the living room watching TV until after 1 a.m. the next morning. The lights were bright, and there was no flirtation between us. Nanwei turned off the living room light, and we all smiled knowingly. I was actually a little reluctant, because I still harbored resentment towards Xiao Liang; he was the one who dumped me and started pursuing Zhang Mei so madly.

As I write this, my hands are trembling a little, I don't know if it's fear or nervousness. I'm still wondering if I should record the following details in a diary.

I saw Nanwei sitting very properly, and I suddenly felt that doing so was very unfair to Zhang Mei, so I encouraged Nanwei with my eyes. So Nanwei took Zhang Mei to another room, leaving only Xiao Liang and me.

Xiao Liang suggested turning off the lights, and I thought it was a good idea; perhaps that would reduce visual pressure and lessen the guilt. Gradually, I felt Xiao Liang's breathing getting closer and closer. I wanted to escape, but my body pressed against him involuntarily. He wrapped his left arm around my shoulder and his right arm around my chest, and I felt a warm current rush through my body. I then fell down.

I'm having trouble writing this far. The scene of making love with Xiao Liang that day keeps replaying in my mind. He thrust in so deeply, almost hitting me instantly. I even experienced an orgasm I can't achieve with my husband. It was a very special feeling, as if, at that moment, I was born inside his body… "Have you finished reading?" Lili asked.

Wenjing: "Finished reading? Did you write this?"

Lili: Haha, no, this is what's circulating online. This is only a part; go online and see, there's a lot. The people who participate in wife-swapping clubs aren't the kind of men and women who seem unassuming. The seemingly serious men and women secretly have ulterior motives. Perhaps after finishing their contracts and signing them, their first thought is to immediately head to a wife-swapping club for thrills. Exchanging their own wives for others' wives, the men tacitly understand each other, and the women don't feel they're losing out; everyone gets their own enjoyment.

Wenjing: I see you're quite theorist. What about your own story?

Lili: I have quite a few stories too; I'll tell you sometime.

Wenjing: Perhaps this can only be a game for adventurers and the brave.

Lili: Yes, these people might become pioneers of new marital relationships. Or they might become victims. Historical development clearly shows that in ancient times, women were confined to their homes to prevent infidelity. In the Qing Dynasty, women even had their feet bound, further restricting their lives. Even in modern times, premarital cohabitation was illegal, but what about now? Look at society: university students living together, extramarital affairs, lovers – aren't these all realities? Compared to these, wife-swapping games become understandable.

Wenjing: Are you saying that the form of marriage based on family might change in the future?

Lili: That's for sure, because society is developing, and there will definitely be new marriage models in the future.

Wenjing: My husband is testing my opinion now.

Lili: It's okay, but be careful. It's best to know the other person beforehand. I heard that now you have to watch a video before you can sign up. Make sure you find a reliable person; don't force it.

Wenjing: I don't think I can take that step.

The next day, when Wenjing got home from work, she was surprised to find that Yang Huan was home earlier than her, busy at his computer. "

Wenjing, come here, come and see." Yang Huan greeted Wenjing happily.

Wenjing hung up her coat and walked to Ouyang's side. She saw a photo on the computer screen. "

This is a photo my college classmate Li Yi sent me. It was taken during our recent trip to Hainan."

Wenjing saw that the photo showed a couple, wearing swimsuits and standing by the sea. The sea breeze was blowing the girl's long hair; she was slender and beautiful. The man was tall, with a healthy physique, appearing athletic and composed.

Li Yi was a handsome man in school, and now he looked even more mature. "There are a few more. I've downloaded them all. Sit down and look at them." Yang Huan stood up and pressed Wenjing into a chair. Why did I send you these photos? A thought suddenly flashed through Wenjing's mind. Could it be that Yang Huan wanted to swap wives? Wenjing's heart skipped a beat, but she remained outwardly calm.

Li Yi? Have I met him? Wenjing asked, "Where does he work?" "He works for a foreign company. He was always out of town, but he was transferred back last year." "Is that his wife? She's very beautiful." Yang Huan: "Yes, his wife's name is Meijuan. She owns a clothing store." "Wenjing, you take a look first. Let's go out for a bite to eat later. It's on me

." "Going out for a bite is fine too. Then we can go to my mom's house to see our daughter." Wenjing said, her gaze never leaving the computer screen.

The second photo was next to a coconut tree. Li Yi was tall and dashing, very charismatic, while Meijuan was graceful and radiant. The other photos also showcased the couple's happy travel life from different angles. Wenjing thought they were a happy couple who loved life.

Wenjing shut down her computer and began preparing to go out for dinner with Yang Huan.

In the early summer twilight, the sunset cast its glow on the city buildings, the upper parts of the high-rises still reflecting the afterglow. Wenjing and Yang Huan were in a good mood today, and Yang Huan suggested their usual dining spot, a fairly large open-air food stall near Wenjing's parents' house.

The stall was set up under a large awning, and the rows of neat and elegant tables were already quite full. Yang Huan chose a quieter spot to sit down. Wenjing sat opposite him. Soon, the waiter came over with the menu, and Yang Huan quickly ordered two of their usual dishes and beer. Just then, his phone rang.

"Hello! ...Ah! ...Where are you?" "I'm at the Huanghe Road Square...a food stall." "You're nearby too?" "Where's your wife?" "...Together, that's good...Wenjing and I are together too, what a coincidence, come on over, let's eat together...Okay, we'll wait for you."

Wenjing asked: "Who is it?"

Yang Huan: "It's Li Yi and Meijuan, they just happen to be nearby and are coming here too, what a coincidence, let's eat together, everyone can get to know each other."

"What a coincidence, I just saw the photos and they're here." Wenjing thought. "

It's really true that nothing is more coincidental than speaking of the devil." Yang Huan seemed a little excited. "

Could it be that Yang Huan arranged this beforehand?" Wenjing thought to herself, but she didn't ask, which was typical of her. Wenjing stood up from her seat, walked around the table, and sat down next to Yang Huan.

The waiter came to set the table, and Yang Huan asked for two more sets, ordering two more dishes.

Chapter Two: A Not-So-Chance Encounter

Not long after, Li Yi and Mei Juan arrived.

When they appeared before Wen Jing, she looked at the tall, strong Li Yi and couldn't help but feel a flutter in her heart. He was a very handsome and athletic man, much like a male model. Mei Juan, on the other hand, struck Wen Jing as beautiful, generous, cheerful, and lively.

After they sat down, Li Yi said, "This is the first time I've met you, sister-in-law, so let me treat you."

Yang Huan laughed, "It's a coincidence today, first come, first served. I'll treat you this time. If you want to treat, we can do it another time. Besides, we need to find a bigger restaurant; street food stalls are too cheap."

"Okay, no problem, next time Li Yi and I will treat you both." Meijuan answered on Li Yi's behalf: "It's really fate that we're here today; Li Yi and I were just thinking of coming too."

Wenjing noticed Yang Huan and Li Yi exchanging glances. "

Come on, let's have a drink first," Yang Huan proposed, raising his glass.

Gradually, more and more colorful lights illuminated the city that never sleeps, and a gentle breeze dispersed the daytime dust, bringing a refreshing breeze.

The conversation began amidst laughter and clinking glasses, with Yang Huan and Li Yi talking the most, while Wenjing and Meijuan were relatively quieter. In a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, the four of them drank quite a bit of beer, ending their dinner.

Wenjing and Yang Huan returned home after seeing their daughter; it was already very late.

Yang Huan started playing computer games, while Wenjing turned on the television. This was often the case, almost an unchanging routine.

Yang Huan asked Wenjing, "What do you think of Li Yi and Meijuan?"

"They're nice," Wenjing replied, watching TV. She did have a good impression of the couple; Li Yi's mature and charming image was already imprinted in her mind. "

He said he invited us to get together in a few days. Shall we go?" "

Getting together is fine, but don't try anything funny." Wenjing was wary. "What

could I possibly do? I think Li Yi is great, and there's nothing wrong with getting together often.

His wife is nice too.

Such a handsome man, and he chose her out of a hundred."

"How's their relationship?" "

Of course it's good." Yang Huan turned off the game: "Lost again. I found that drinking makes me less intelligent. I'm going to take a shower and go to sleep first. I'll wait for you." Yang Huan turned off the game and left the computer desk.

Yang Huan was asleep. Wenjing checked the time; it was already past 11 PM. Lili was definitely no longer online, but Wenjing still opened QQ.

Wenjing immediately saw the message "Wishing you success." She also saw stories about wife-swapping sent by Xiaoli in her inbox. Wenjing read each story very carefully, her heart pounding.

Wenjing closed the computer, still shocked and stimulated by Lili's previous account. For some reason, the image of Li Yi appeared in her mind and connected it to the stories Lili had told.

When Wenjing returned to the bedroom and lay down next to Yang Huan, Yang Huan woke up and asked her, "What have you been looking at these past few days? Is it about wife-swapping games?"

"Yes, I didn't expect it to actually happen.

How about we try it sometime when Li Yi and the others invite us?

" Wenjing felt her face flush. "Don't talk nonsense. If you have such thoughts, do you think others do too?

I think Li Yi and Meijuan are very open-minded people. They're both

more open-minded than me. Why are you so keen on wife-swapping? Are you tired of me?" Wenjing punched Yang Huan.

Yang Huan hugged Wenjing tightly in return: "I think giving the person you love the greatest satisfaction is also a form of love."

Not long after, Yang Huan and Wenjing received an invitation from Li Yi and Meijuan to have dinner together the following evening at a relatively upscale hotel in the west of the city.

Wenjing sensed this wasn't an ordinary gathering because she noticed Yang Huan's mysterious expression while he was on the phone. Sure enough, Yang Huan patted Wenjing's shoulder and said, "Be prepared today." "

I'm not going," Wenjing said. "We'll see how things

go. If we're happy, we'll have fun for a while; if not, we'll come back. Besides, you've met my friend, Li Yi is an idol. Even I'm ashamed of myself.

" "Aren't you afraid I'll run off with someone else?"

"No, no, this isn't like a lover." "By the way, I found you something to look at."

"What is it?" Wenjing asked, puzzled.

Yang Huan opened his computer and quickly found a webpage: "See for yourself."

Wenjing waited for Ouyang to leave before sitting down to look at it.

To encourage both parties to seriously consider their personal conduct, respect individual privacy, and avoid unnecessary disputes and harm to the family, the following agreement is hereby established and is expected to be observed by both parties:

1. Respect for personal privacy is paramount. If either party objects to the disclosure of personal information such as address or phone number, that information must not be sought.

2. Respect for the woman's wishes is essential. No action should be taken against her wishes without her consent, and illegal means must not be used to achieve any goals. The serious consequences of such actions should be carefully considered.

3. Both parties should communicate openly and honestly. It is recommended that personal interests, hobbies, and quirks be fully discussed beforehand to avoid any unpleasantness.

4. Both parties should disclose their physical condition, such as whether they have any infectious diseases or other conditions that would make them unsuitable for the relationship. Please carefully consider the serious consequences of such disclosure.

5. Neither party should use any means to harm or make the other uncomfortable during the communication process. Men, in particular, should demonstrate gentlemanly conduct and show full care and respect for women.

6. Both parties should confirm their legally valid and genuine marital status.

7. If either party has children, they should restrain their behavior and strictly refrain from any actions that could negatively impact the next generation.

8. After the communication ends, if one party does not wish to continue the relationship, the other party must not pester or disrupt the other party's family.

9. Neither party is permitted to engage in any monetary transactions.

10. No intimate behavior with the other party is permitted in public places or where acquaintances know your identity.

This seems to be an unspoken rule of the wife-swapping game, Wenjing thought.

To go or not to go? Wenjing was at a loss. Lili's story these past few days had opened a window to another colorful world for her, yet traditional values made her feel she shouldn't do this. What should she do?

The next evening, Wenjing still decided to go to the party with Yang Huan. Perhaps it was because of Yang Huan's sweet talk all night, perhaps because of her good impression of Li Yi, or perhaps out of curiosity and a desire to test the waters.

Once she made the decision, Wenjing felt much more relaxed. Although she didn't usually dress up, she still spent a long time looking in the mirror before leaving, choosing an outfit she liked.

When Yang Huan and Wen Jing arrived at the agreed-upon private room at the restaurant, Li Yi and Mei Juan were already there.

They were a dashing and beautiful couple. Mei Juan wore a vibrantly colored dress; her trendy hairstyle and well-proportioned figure exuded sunshine and youth. Li Yi wore a dark t-shirt, polite and composed. For some reason, Wen Jing felt very nervous when she saw Li Yi.

Compared to Mei Juan, Wen Jing was a different type. Her slender figure, paired with a pale white suit, combined with her quiet temperament, reminded one of a lotus flower. Although Yang Huan had gained some weight, his humor and cheerfulness made him a man women liked to be around. "

The ladies are so beautiful today! Mei Juan is like a peony, Wen Jing is like a lotus!" Yang Huan's compliments enlivened the atmosphere.

I noticed that Meijuan and Yang Huan were dressed very well today. They were both wearing floral dresses.

The waitresses started bringing the drinks and dishes, also carefully observing the two couples. Suddenly, Yang Huan asked the waitress, "Which of us four looks like a couple?" "

Of course, it's the two of you and the other two," the waitress replied without hesitation, pointing with her finger.

A burst of laughter erupted because the waitress first pointed to Yang Huan and Meijuan, then to Li Yi and Wenjing. Hearing the laughter, the waitress knew she had guessed wrong and quickly apologized.

The laughter represented everyone's consensus: the waitress had guessed wrong, judging from their first impressions of clothing and demeanor. But Wenjing felt that Yang Huan had cleverly used the waitress's words to reveal everyone's inner feelings and to set the stage for the game to come. "Yang Huan is really cunning," Wenjing thought.

The gathering proceeded in a pleasant atmosphere. Meijuan's enthusiastic conversation complemented Yang Huan's perfectly. Li Yi and Wenjing spoke less, but during a toast, Wenjing felt Li Yi's gentle gaze. Though it was only for a moment, Wenjing seemed to see into Li Yi's heart; she had already accepted him in her heart. Amidst the laughter and conversation, Wenjing sensed that everyone had a clear purpose and was fully prepared for this game; it seemed everything was going according to plan and procedure.

[The End]

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