Wife swapping - a gradual descent into depravity

Wife Swapping - Gradually Falling into Depravity
The husband rang the doorbell, and amidst hurried footsteps, Shirley opened the door.

"Hi! Long time no see." "Yeah! Long time no see." "Come in quickly, Jian and Shumin are already here." Entering the spacious living room, Cheng, Jian, and Shumin all stood up from the sofa, and the group exchanged pleasantries.

Although it had been a long time, only a little over ten days had passed.

But the husband and the others' enthusiastic manner made it seem as if they hadn't seen each other for months or even years.

I smiled and shook hands with Shirley and Shumin to show my closeness, then we all sat down on the sofa.

Ah Cheng and Ah Jian were Ah Cheng's high school classmates and went on to the same university, though in different departments. They were as close as brothers, and even after more than ten years since graduation, they still hang out together often.

Ah Jian, who majored in physical education, is tall and burly, at least 185 cm tall, and is now a high school physical education teacher. Ah Cheng is thinner, but has a natural talent for business and a knack for talking. Sure enough, after graduation, he went to work as a salesperson at an international pharmaceutical company and is now a regional manager. His wife, Shirley, works in insurance and is a colleague of Ah Jian's wife, Shu Min, at the same company. In fact, it was Shirley who introduced Ah Jian to Shu Min.

This is Ah-Cheng and his wife Shirley's three-story villa in the eastern suburbs of Taipei. Although the location is somewhat remote, it's a rare quiet place in the metropolitan area. If you have a flexible job like Ah-Cheng and Shirley, it's a very suitable place to live.

But for a working woman like me who has to rush to work every day and then take care of the children when I get home, it's not something I can enjoy.

In fact, to get here, I had to send my youngest daughter, Rongrong, back to my parents' house early in the morning so my mother could take care of her for a day.

For example, we agreed to have lunch here at noon today. Even though it takes an hour to get here from home, my husband kept criticizing my clothes right before I left around 10 am. He kept saying they were too old-fashioned, not casual enough, and not light enough. I kept changing, and I was so annoyed I almost didn't want to come with him.

Finally, after much pleading and cajoling, I put on a two-piece light blue linen sleeveless top and skirt, paired with white strappy high-heeled sandals. I

just glanced at my watch, and it was already 12:30 pm when we arrived. Even though it's a long journey, I still felt really embarrassed to be late.

Thankfully, Ah Cheng and Ah Jian, along with their spouse, seemed to have been watching TV, which at least diverted some of their attention from our lateness.

However, the screen had already turned off when we sat down on the sofa, so we had no idea what they had been watching.

Shirley immediately came over and pulled us up to go into the restaurant. It was then that I noticed how fashionable she looked today. She was wearing a white, spaghetti-strap, knitted mini dress that barely covered her small, round hips, revealing her long, slender legs in black high-heeled sandals. This outfit perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure and made her partially exposed breasts even more alluring.

I glanced at Shumin again. She was wearing a bright orange cotton camisole, revealing her slender waist and fair belly, paired with a black short leather skirt and tall leather boots. Her figure was also quite outstanding.

I seemed to be dressed the most conservatively, but it was always the same. Sometimes I wondered if my husband's fondness for being with Acheng and the others stemmed from his enjoyment of their wives.

A few times, I couldn't help but try to subtly ask him, but he would stammer and give a vague answer. However, since he didn't see them every day, I didn't press him further.

But now, looking back at my husband's expression, his gaze seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally lingering on Xue Li and Shumin, making me have to pat him on the shoulder to remind him to tone it down a bit.

Speaking of which, Shirley and Shumin really have the means to dress like that.

Although I also consider myself quite attractive, with my bright, beautiful eyes, slender figure, shapely legs, and smooth, porcelain-like skin, I've always been the focus of men's attention. However, my naturally delicate and shy personality, as well as the upbringing I received, make me know when to stop when choosing clothes. Of course, my workplace also doesn't allow us to dress too revealingly. Besides, I'm a mother now, so while the clothes I buy mostly show off my figure, they're never too revealing.

However, Shirley and Shumin were different. They were two or three years younger than me and neither of them had children yet. Shirley was taller and thinner than me, with short, stylish jet-black hair, a pair of incredibly clear eyes, and a beautiful face that was both delicate and strikingly handsome. Her slender figure, coupled with her two full breasts, exuded a capable and efficient aura.

Shumin was slightly shorter and a bit more plump than me. Her figure was also very well-proportioned, but her measurements were more prominent, especially her large breasts, which were quite alluring. Her highlighted, shoulder-length straight hair made her already delicate and lovely face even more charming and captivating.

Although their skin wasn't as fair as mine, it was still well-maintained and radiant.

Especially since they are both outgoing, lively, and playful, and have a wide range of professional freedom, they can wear whatever they want.

I once asked them privately, "Don't your husbands care?" They both laughed and said, "If they dare to, we'll divorce them!" But the real reason, I think, is probably because Ah Cheng and Ah Jian liked their open personalities and style when they first met them.

However, trends really do spread, so now when I'm with them, I dress more boldly, and my husband has changed his stingy and guarded attitude. Sometimes he even asks me to pay more attention to matching their outfits, like today before we went out. It's both infuriating and funny.

The six of them chatted and laughed at the dinner table, enjoying some red wine to liven things up, and the meal was quickly finished in a pleasant atmosphere.

Ah Cheng, in particular, probably because of his long-term sales work, kept telling lewd jokes, each one more explicit than the last, exaggerating how he went to brothels with the hospital's general affairs staff and doctors.

When I first heard his words, they were indeed quite harsh, but since they moved here, and I've been spending weekend afternoons at their house once or twice a month for almost half a year, I've become more or less used to his level of decency.

And today he even went so far as to reveal his husband's past indiscretions with him and Ah Jian before their marriage, detailing all sorts of messy things they did at hotels and guesthouses, going into great detail.

My husband was left with no choice but to look at me innocently, and then he demanded that everyone prove those were all things of the past, and that he really hadn't dared to do anything like that since we got married.

Of course, someone as smart as me couldn't possibly believe that, and I thought I'd definitely interrogate him properly when I got home.

However, I really dislike people like Ah Cheng because he talks a lot but doesn't know what he's saying, and I have no idea whether he's telling the truth or not. He also often causes inexplicable situations.

For example, he would sometimes compliment me, "Qiao Ni is so pretty! Come here! Give me a kiss!" and then pretend to pounce on me, forcing me to scream and run away.

Once, he actually hugged me, but thankfully he let go after I struggled a bit.

Two or three times, he would whisper in my ear, "Chiao-ni's panties look really sexy today." Although I don't know if he actually saw my underwear under my skirt, it made me constantly adjust my posture in front of him.

However, what surprised me was that sometimes before leaving for his house, I would suddenly wonder if the style and color of my underwear were appropriate.

Why did this thought appear?

I really didn't know, and I felt strangely embarrassed, but a few times I actually changed my underwear on the spot because of it.

Today was no different. When my husband kept urging me to change before I left the house, I secretly took off my nude-colored lingerie and put on a sexier pale yellow lace lingerie.

Of course, Ah Cheng didn't just do this to me; he did it to Shu Min as well, which made me feel a little more at ease.

But Shu Min seemed quite enthusiastic about it, often acting out scenes with him so perfectly. When Ah Cheng hugged her, she would hug him back even tighter, and they would even kiss each other's cheeks and caress each other.

I don't know how Ah Jian viewed Shu Min's passionate performance. I originally felt quite sorry for Ah Jian because he was the kind of tall, strong man who seemed to have no guile, not talkative or showy. Marrying a lively wife like Shu Min would usually mean being tightly controlled.

However, one time I accidentally stumbled upon Ah-Jian seemingly kissing Shirley in the kitchen. They quickly separated when they heard me enter. This completely changed my impression of them, and I even began to doubt the true nature of their relationships.

I asked my husband about this and my doubts, but he just kept saying it was impossible!

Impossible!

He told me not to overthink it.

Anyway, none of this really concerns me. The most important thing is to keep my husband in check, preventing his gaze from wandering to other women and getting caught up in their romantic entanglements.

But seeing his eyes still lingering on Shirley and Shu-Min, I think I really need to have a serious talk with him when I get home.

Sometimes I can't help but question the necessity of spending weekend afternoons here. After all, it's my husband's friend's house. It's one thing for him to come, but why does he always

insist that I come with him? Yet, my husband is quite insistent on me coming with him. On the other hand, I worry that if I don't come, he might also get entangled with Shirley and Shumin.

So, although somewhat reluctant, I have no choice but to accompany him every time, which is tough on my daughter Rongrong, and it always means my mother has to take care of her.

But to be honest, I'm also very curious about Shirley and Shumin, and even a little envious.

They're both really good to me, and they rarely hold back in front of me. We're quite compatible friends, so the three of us women occasionally go shopping together.

Actually, going out with them was a unique experience. Three beautiful, shapely women walking together—how could they not attract a lot of flies and mosquitoes?

Especially since the other two were dressed so sexily, I had to loosen my clothing a bit to match theirs every time I went out with them. These three butterflies fluttering around the streets helped me regain some of my pre-marital confidence.

Later, I learned that Shirley and Shumin were actually university classmates, both from broken single-parent families, and had left home to support themselves in high school.

Shirley was expelled before graduating, reportedly because she was too wild.

Shumin was luckier; although her grades were barely passing, she at least graduated.

They told me that they were a pair of charming socialites in college, and with their open-mindedness, countless boys fell for them.

If they weren't lying, they had slept with at least forty or fifty men back then. They also said their specialty was having a threesome with the same guy in bed. That was the first time I'd ever heard of a threesome, and when I asked them what it was, they thoroughly laughed at me.

Of course, they would also use this bedroom trick to deal with male professors who were strict with grading, so they could at least barely pass each semester.

As for why Shirley ultimately got a 32, she said it was because most of the courses she took that semester were taught by female professors.

But Shumin privately told me that a married male professor, having tasted her sweetness, harassed her relentlessly and made many excessive demands. Finally, unable to bear the harassment any longer, she reported him to the school, resulting in both her and the professor leaving the university.

Since learning this, my opinion of Shirley has completely changed; I even sympathize with her situation and have begun to understand her open-minded behavior.

Looking at myself, although I am 31 years old, I have been pampered and protected since childhood, with people taking care of me from school to employment, and I have never experienced hardship.

Compared to the people around me, I thought I was relatively curious and playful, but after meeting Shirley and Shumin, I realized I was worlds apart, especially since their sexual experiences were far beyond my comprehension—it was something I couldn't even imagine.

Although I've always had many suitors because of my beauty and charm, and even after marriage, some men still express their admiration for me without understanding the situation, my views on sex have always been quite conservative; I'm not a promiscuous woman.

Besides my husband, I've only slept with two ex-boyfriends, so I've only had sexual experience with three men. I simply can't imagine what it would be like to have sex with forty or fifty men, which makes me increasingly curious about their experiences.

During each gathering, behind their husbands' backs, they would still talk to me about their past, including work-related matters. Sometimes, they would inadvertently mention how they had to sacrifice their looks or even offer themselves to others before marriage to achieve insurance sales targets, which I couldn't help but find astonishing.

At least in my job, I only had some cowardly male colleagues making trivial, pointless sexual advances; I had never heard of anyone having to have sex due to work-related pressures.

As for whether they still had to deal with such work-related troubles after marriage, they would just smile ambiguously and tell me they would talk about it later.

After dinner, the men went to the living room to rest, while Shumin and I hurriedly cleaned up the table and helped Shirley wash the dishes.

Usually, our after-dinner entertainment is playing mahjong, but today I didn't hear any sound of mahjong tables and chairs being set up. When I got back to the living room, I found the men watching DVDs.

Looking up, I was surprised to see a pornographic DVD showing sexual intercourse between men and women. It suddenly dawned on me that before my husband and I came in, those two couples had been watching this kind of video.

Shirley and Shumin immediately sat down next to their husbands. Although I was a little reluctant, since no one seemed to care, I sat down next to my husband.

Of course, it wasn't my first time watching this kind of video, but usually my husband and I would only watch it privately at home when we were being affectionate. I'd never had the experience of watching it with so many unrelated people.

Everyone continued drinking red wine while watching the screen.

This is a Japanese DVD featuring complete nudity without any mosaic. The film follows the same formula: the male and female leads undress, kiss, suck each other's genitals, and finally engage in wild, intense intercourse.

But this time, amidst the female lead's moans, there was also discussion and teasing from the other men and women.

"Wow! That guy's penis is so big!" "Is it as big as mine?" "You're such a pervert!" "That woman's pussy is so tender!" "Yeah! And so wet, it's no worse than yours." "You're so annoying!" "Oh my! How can there be such a way of having sex? It's amazing!" "You can try it too!" "Hehe!" Perhaps because they had drunk a little at the dinner table, everyone was talking without restraint. These lewd words were quite grating to me; at least I couldn't say them myself, not even when I'm having sex with my husband, let alone in front of others.

But I figured it was fine if everyone just watched and talked; I didn't want to spoil their fun.

Finally, the movie ended, but Ah Cheng mysteriously pulled out another disc and asked everyone to guess what it was about.

Although everyone knew it was probably another pornographic film, they all talked at once, guessing and speculating, but how could they possibly guess what it was about?

Finally, Ah Cheng announced the answer with a wicked grin.

"This is the sex tape of a certain popular actress who's been making headlines these past two days." "Ah!..." Everyone exclaimed in surprise. It was a sex tape of a certain popular actress who claimed to be the most beautiful and artistic, a multi-talented actress. Recently, it was rumored that she was having sex with a tycoon in a five-star hotel, recorded by a hidden camera planted by paparazzi. Although both the actress and the tycoon held separate press conferences to vehemently deny it, the reports and some pictures and text published in newspapers and magazines made it seem quite convincing.

Although I despise this kind of behavior, my ever-curious curiosity made me, like everyone else, eager to see what the disc contained.

Amidst everyone's anticipation, the disc began playing. The picture quality wasn't very clear, and the sound was poor, but the key parts were still visible, and the sounds were recognizable.

The female celebrities' faces and private parts, in particular, were quite clear.

After undressing, the actress pulled down her only remaining garment, a white thong, and began sucking on the tycoon's penis, sliding it up and down while making lewd smacking sounds. Finally, she sat on the tycoon, grasped his penis, and inserted it into her dark, pubic area, then cried out in a seductive voice, "Brother...faster...it feels so good..." This was completely different from her usual carefully cultivated image of being well-mannered, intelligent, and gentle, finally revealing to everyone what true hypocrisy was. As

the DVD neared its end, everyone began discussing the various dark secrets of the film and television industry.

Before becoming a physical education teacher, Ah Jian was scouted by a talent agent because of his muscular physique and acted in several obscure TV dramas. He said that the promiscuity within the film and television industry is unimaginable to outsiders, and he even gave several examples he knew.

Ah Cheng also compared the rumored fees of actresses in entertainment venues, analyzing and verifying them based on his experiences with some doctors, and offering his own opinions.

Shu Min also recounted the various ways some of her clients, who acted as agents, had told her about pimping between actresses and wealthy men.

In my opinion, when it comes to promiscuity in society, it ultimately stems from men's inherent tendency to objectify women, especially the way young men in pajamas find pleasure in pursuing famous actresses, creating a vicious cycle.

So I got excited and joined the discussion, offering my perspective. Our back-and-forth banter brought the lively atmosphere in the living room to a fever pitch, and I relaxed even more, unconsciously drinking a bit more red wine.

Of course, everyone has different opinions, and this kind of discussion is unlikely to reach a conclusion.

But something Shirley said later kept replaying in my mind. Her statement that "women in the film industry are just tools used to make money without gaining anything in return" only elicited a faint response: "Perhaps they also derive unexpected pleasure from it, which is why they can't extricate themselves." I unconsciously connected this to her past experiences of sleeping with men while striving for performance at work. Could it be… she was talking about her own experience?

Am I overthinking things?

The video finally finished playing, and the discussion came to an end.

Someone suggested playing mahjong, but even more people objected.

"It's always mahjong, isn't it boring?" "Yeah! Let's try something new!" "Yeah! How about something high-energy?" And so another round of chatter ensued, but they still couldn't decide what to do next.

Suddenly, Ah Cheng's playful expression vanished, and he said seriously, "Hmm! How about this!" "Let's play the most exciting one!" "Yay! Okay!..." I cheered along with the others.

"But no one here can object," Ah Cheng said solemnly.

"Okay! Okay!..." Everyone agreed.

"If anyone objects, they'll be at the mercy of others," Ah Cheng continued. "

Okay! Okay!..." I hesitated a little, but perhaps I'd had a bit too much to drink, and I agreed with everyone else.

Ah Cheng's grin returned.

"What are we going to play? Tell us quickly!" everyone urged him.

Ah Cheng slowly explained his game.

He said he wanted to play dice.

What's so special about dice?

What's so exciting about it?

But after hearing the details of his game, my face turned red and then green.

It turned out that the dice game he wanted everyone to play wasn't the usual money or alcohol gambling, but a game of taking off clothes. That is, six people would roll the dice together, and the person who lost the most in each round would have to take off an item of clothing. In the end, whoever was the unluckiest would be the first to be completely naked.

My God!

What kind of game is this?

But Shirley and Shumin immediately shouted "Great!"

Ah Jian, as usual, didn't say anything but nodded.

I could only hope my husband would object, so I quickly reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Okay!" came the last word I wanted to hear. I turned to look at him in disbelief, only to see his gaze lingering on Shirley and Shumin.

At that moment, all eight eyes of the other four people were fixed on me, waiting for my answer.

I really wanted to say no, but somehow, I just didn't have the courage.

"Qiaoni, don't forget our agreement. If you disagree now, you'll be at our mercy," Ah Cheng said, his eyes fixed on my pale legs beneath my short skirt with a wicked grin.

I quickly pulled my legs closer together.

Oh no!

I regretted it now. I hadn't thought it through and agreed too quickly.

I should have known Ah Cheng wasn't kind-hearted.

If I fell into his hands and was at his mercy, my fate would only be worse. Who knows what kind of nasty schemes he would come up with to torment me

? I recalled his disgusting face as he wrapped his arms around me earlier, and a wave of panic washed over me.

But where was my husband?

Shouldn't he step in to save me now?

Husband!

Husband!

I cried out silently, hoping he would turn around and look at me, understand my feelings, and quickly resolve this predicament for me.

But my husband's gaze remained fixed on Shirley and Shumin sitting next to him, and my jealousy and resentment instantly reached their peak.

That bastard!

I knew it! He had been fantasizing about seeing Shirley and Shumin's bodies for a long time. This game suggestion suited him perfectly, like a fish in water, and he didn't even care that his wife's body was being admired by other men at the same time.

How despicable!

How hateful!

Fine!

Very good!

If that's the case, why should I be afraid of others seeing my figure?

With these thoughts swirling around, I made up my mind and said, "Okay!" Everyone laughed, but I calmly added, "However, I have one condition. If you don't agree, then we're done playing." Everyone eagerly asked me to tell them what the condition was.

Just as I secretly decided to agree, I also calmed down and thought about how many layers of clothing I was wearing and how much capital I had to gamble with.

Today I have two outer garments, plus a bra, underwear, and two sandals, making a total of six items. That's about the same as Shumin's, a little more than Shirley's. The three stinky men have about five or six items each, so I'm not really getting any advantage.

But if I add earrings, necklaces, rings, and watches, the men definitely can't compete with the women, and I'm probably the woman with the biggest stakes.

So my condition is that in addition to clothes, all the accessories on my body must be included.

The men shook their heads in opposition, because they would be at the biggest disadvantage.

But Shirley and Shumin sided with me, and in the end, these three stinky men, probably blinded by lust, didn't want to miss this great opportunity to see three beautiful women together and completely disregard boundaries, so they finally agreed.

Ah Cheng went upstairs to get the dice, while Shirley went into the kitchen to get a large porcelain bowl. The game began with the clinking of the dice against the bowl. In

the first round, I got the lowest score, but no problem, I took off my left earring.

In the second round, Ah Jian got the lowest score, and he took off his watch.

In the third round, Ah Cheng got "bg," so naturally he lost.

He jokingly explained to everyone, "b means 'vagina,' and g means 'chicken.'" Amidst the laughter, he ignored the other things he could take off and took off his trousers first, which naturally drew another round of jeers.

After more than ten rounds, the outcome was becoming clear. Ah-Shen was left with only a pair of tight black briefs; Ah-Cheng was still wearing leopard-print briefs and two black socks; my husband also had a t-shirt, white boxer briefs, and a sock; I was lucky to have a lot of accessories, so I still had a sleeveless top, a skirt, a bra, and briefs underneath, as well as a sandal; Shirley was still wearing her spaghetti-strap knit mini dress, and she should still have a bra and briefs underneath; the worst off was Shu-Min, who only had a red half-cup bra and low-waisted semi-transparent gauze briefs left, with her areolas and dark pubic hair barely visible.

Unexpectedly, Ah Cheng stood up again and came up with another terrible idea. He muttered, "This isn't exciting enough! It's not hot enough!" Since everyone was already in the mood for fun, let's hear what other weird suggestions he had. Sure enough, his opinion was quite outrageous.

His suggestion was that if one of the three couples had already lost so much that they were completely naked, they would still continue to roll the dice and participate in the game. But if they lost again, their husband or wife would have to take off their clothes to offset the loss. In other words, the last couple would have the chance to be naked together. The first couple to both lose so much that they were naked would have to have sex on the spot for the other couples to watch.

I was startled again, but Shirley immediately echoed her husband's suggestion, and A-Jian and Shu-Min also agreed. Only my husband and I remained undecided.

My husband glanced at me, probably noticing my hesitant expression, and leaned close to my ear, saying, "Look at A-Jian and Shu-Min, they have the fewest clothes left. They'll definitely lose. We can bet on it." I glared at him. Such an absurd thing could be bet on!

But I'm naturally curious and mischievous, and what my husband said was true. Currently, I had the most clothes, and my husband had quite a few too. It shouldn't come to the point where we'd both be completely naked, right?

The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. I'd never seen what it was like to have sex in public before; maybe today I could broaden my horizons.

So I finally nodded slightly. My husband was overjoyed and shouted, "Good! Good!" The game started again, and sure enough, Shumin lost. Without saying a word, she stood up and took off her bra in front of everyone. Her ample breasts, which were already almost impossible to cover, immediately bounced out. Two tender red nipples stood erect on her areolas. I never expected her breasts to be so beautiful. Not to mention men, even I couldn't take my eyes off her chest.

Shumin tossed her bra onto the back of the chair, then, without a hint of shame, grasped her breasts and pretended to rub them. She even pressed her face against Ajian's cheek and teased them. Her nipples immediately bloomed even more brightly. Acheng and my husband cheered, ignoring my and Shirley's opinions, and insisted that the other women should do the same.

Shirley, not to be outdone, immediately suggested that when the men took off their pants, they should also masturbate. Surprisingly, the men agreed.

Shirley lost two rounds in a row, so she slowly took off her spaghetti-strap knit mini dress, and then took off her thin, strapless white lace half-cup bra and threw it on Ah Cheng's head, revealing her soft and alluring breasts. She was now only wearing a white lace thong that tightly covered her vulva.

Her breasts were also quite impressive, though not as large as Shu Min's, but rounder and perkier. Her areolas were smaller than Shu Min's, but her nipples were more pointed and erect. Of course, she also held her breasts tightly and used her thumbs to pick at the nipples on both sides until the pink nipples stood erect and turned into an alluring peach color. Then she put the now pointed and long nipples into Ah Cheng's mouth for him to suckle, which made everyone very happy and cheer.

Surprisingly, it was Ah Cheng who lost first and had to strip naked. After taking off his leopard-print underwear, Ah Cheng exaggeratedly grabbed his already erect and swollen penis, stroking it back and forth a few times, still not satisfied. He simply placed it in front of Shirley, letting her stick out her tongue to lick the meatus of his glans. Ah Cheng originally intended to put his entire penis into Shirley's mouth, but Shirley laughed and pushed him away, saying, "No! No! The game isn't over yet." Next, Ah Jian lost. He took off his remaining black briefs, and surprisingly, his swollen penis was so thick and long, truly befitting his identity as a physical education teacher.

My face flushed red as I secretly glanced at his enormous penis. Compared to the penises of the three adult men I had ever seen, Ah Jian's was probably the biggest. Ah Cheng's, which I had just seen, was relatively short, but Ah Cheng's glans was disproportionately swollen, looking like a strangely shaped, swollen ping-pong ball.

My husband rang the doorbell, and amidst hurried footsteps, Shirley opened the door.

"Hi! Long time no see." "Yeah! Long time no see." "Come in quickly, Ah Jian and Shu Min are already here." Entering the spacious living room, Ah Cheng, Ah Jian, and Shu Min all stood up from the sofa, and the group exchanged pleasantries.

Although it had been a long time since we last saw each other, it had only been a little over ten days.

But the way my husband and the others were so enthusiastic made it seem like we hadn't seen each other for months or even years.

I smiled and shook hands with Shirley and Shumin to show our closeness, and then we sat down on the sofa together.

Ah Cheng and Ah Jian were my husband's high school classmates, and they went to the same university. Although they were in different departments, they were as close as brothers, so even though they graduated from university more than ten years ago, they still often hung out together.

Ah-Jian, having studied physical education, is tall and robust, at least 185 cm tall, and now works as a high school physical education teacher. Ah-Cheng, on the other hand, is thinner, but possesses a natural talent for business and a shrewd, business-like demeanor. Sure enough, after graduation, he went to work as a sales representative for an international pharmaceutical company and is now a regional manager. His wife, Shirley, works in insurance sales and is a colleague of Ah-Jian's wife, Shu-Min, at the same company. Interestingly, it was Shirley who introduced Ah-Jian to Shu-Min.

This is Ah-Cheng and his wife Shirley's three-story villa in the eastern suburbs of Taipei. Although the location is somewhat remote, it is a rare quiet place in the metropolitan area. If one has a flexible work schedule, it would be a suitable residence for someone like Ah-Cheng and Shirley.

If it were a working woman like me, who has to rush to work every day and then take care of her child when she gets home, I wouldn't be able to enjoy this.

In fact, in order to get here, I had to send my youngest daughter, Rongrong, back to my parents' house early in the morning and ask my mother to take care of her for a day.

For example, we agreed to have lunch here at noon today. Even though it takes an hour to get here from home, my husband kept criticizing my clothes right before I left around 10 am. He kept saying they were too old-fashioned, not casual enough, and not light enough. I kept changing, and I was so annoyed I almost didn't want to come with him.

Finally, after much pleading and cajoling, I put on a two-piece light blue linen sleeveless top and skirt, paired with white strappy high-heeled sandals. I

just glanced at my watch, and it was already 12:30 pm when we arrived. Even though it's a long journey, I still felt really embarrassed to be late.

Thankfully, Ah Cheng and Ah Jian, along with their spouse, seemed to have been watching TV, which at least diverted some of their attention from our lateness.

However, the screen had already turned off when we sat down on the sofa, so we had no idea what they had been watching.

Shirley immediately came over and pulled us up to go into the restaurant. It was then that I noticed how fashionable she looked today. She was wearing a white, spaghetti-strap, knitted mini dress that barely covered her small, round hips, revealing her long, slender legs in black high-heeled sandals. This outfit perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure and made her partially exposed breasts even more alluring.

I glanced at Shumin again. She was wearing a bright orange cotton camisole, revealing her slender waist and fair belly, paired with a black short leather skirt and tall leather boots. Her figure was also quite outstanding.

I seemed to be dressed the most conservatively, but it was always the same. Sometimes I wondered if my husband's fondness for being with Acheng and the others stemmed from his enjoyment of their wives.

A few times, I couldn't help but try to subtly ask him, but he would stammer and give a vague answer. However, since he didn't see them every day, I didn't press him further.

But now, looking back at my husband's expression, his gaze seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally lingering on Xue Li and Shumin, making me have to pat him on the shoulder to remind him to tone it down a bit.

Speaking of which, Shirley and Shumin really have the means to dress like that.

Although I also consider myself quite attractive, with my bright, beautiful eyes, slender figure, shapely legs, and smooth, porcelain-like skin, I've always been the focus of men's attention. However, my naturally delicate and shy personality, as well as the upbringing I received, make me know when to stop when choosing clothes. Of course, my workplace also doesn't allow us to dress too revealingly. Besides, I'm a mother now, so while the clothes I buy mostly show off my figure, they're never too revealing.

However, Shirley and Shumin were different. They were two or three years younger than me and neither of them had children yet. Shirley was taller and thinner than me, with short, stylish jet-black hair, a pair of incredibly clear eyes, and a beautiful face that was both delicate and strikingly handsome. Her slender figure, coupled with her two full breasts, exuded a capable and efficient aura.

Shumin was slightly shorter and a bit more plump than me. Her figure was also very well-proportioned, but her measurements were more prominent, especially her large breasts, which were quite alluring. Her highlighted, shoulder-length straight hair made her already delicate and lovely face even more charming and captivating.

Although their skin wasn't as fair as mine, it was still well-maintained and radiant.

Especially since they are both outgoing, lively, and playful, and have a wide range of professional freedom, they can wear whatever they want.

I once asked them privately, "Don't your husbands care?" They both laughed and said, "If they dare to, we'll divorce them!" But the real reason, I think, is probably because Ah Cheng and Ah Jian liked their open personalities and style when they first met them.

However, trends really do spread, so now when I'm with them, I dress more boldly, and my husband has changed his stingy and guarded attitude. Sometimes he even asks me to pay more attention to matching their outfits, like today before we went out. It's both infuriating and funny.

The six of them chatted and laughed at the dinner table, enjoying some red wine to liven things up, and the meal was quickly finished in a pleasant atmosphere.

Ah Cheng, in particular, probably because of his long-term sales work, kept telling lewd jokes, each one more explicit than the last, exaggerating how he went to brothels with the hospital's general affairs staff and doctors.

When I first heard his words, they were indeed quite harsh, but since they moved here, and I've been spending weekend afternoons at their house once or twice a month for almost half a year, I've become more or less used to his level of decency.

And today he even went so far as to reveal his husband's past indiscretions with him and Ah Jian before their marriage, detailing all sorts of messy things they did at hotels and guesthouses, going into great detail.

My husband was left with no choice but to look at me innocently, and then he demanded that everyone prove those were all things of the past, and that he really hadn't dared to do anything like that since we got married.

Of course, someone as smart as me couldn't possibly believe that, and I thought I'd definitely interrogate him properly when I got home.

However, I really dislike people like Ah Cheng because he talks a lot but doesn't know what he's saying, and I have no idea whether he's telling the truth or not. He also often causes inexplicable situations.

For example, he would sometimes compliment me, "Qiao Ni is so pretty! Come here! Give me a kiss!" and then pretend to pounce on me, forcing me to scream and run away.

Once, he actually hugged me, but thankfully he let go after I struggled a bit.

Two or three times, he would whisper in my ear, "Chiao-ni's panties look really sexy today." Although I don't know if he actually saw my underwear under my skirt, it made me constantly adjust my posture in front of him.

However, what surprised me was that sometimes before leaving for his house, I would suddenly wonder if the style and color of my underwear were appropriate.

Why did this thought appear?

I really didn't know, and I felt strangely embarrassed, but a few times I actually changed my underwear on the spot because of it.

Today was like that. When my husband kept urging me to change before leaving, I secretly took off my nude-colored underwear and put on a sexier pale yellow lace underwear.

Of course, Ah Cheng wasn't just like this with me; he did the same with Shu Min, which made me feel a little more at ease.

But Shu Min seemed quite enthusiastic about it, often acting as if they were in a play, their performances perfectly synchronized. When Ah Cheng hugged her, she would hug him back even tighter, and they would even actually kiss each other on the cheek and caress each other.

I don't know how Ah Jian viewed Shu Min's passionate performance. I originally felt quite sorry for Ah Jian because he was the kind of tall, strong man who seemed to have no guile, not talkative or fond of showing off. Marrying a lively wife like Shu Min would usually mean being completely controlled.

However, one time I accidentally stumbled upon Ah-Jian seemingly kissing Shirley in the kitchen. They quickly separated when they heard me enter. This completely changed my impression of them, and I even began to doubt the true nature of their relationships.

I asked my husband about this and my doubts, but he just kept saying it was impossible!

Impossible!

He told me not to overthink it.

Anyway, none of this really concerns me. The most important thing is to keep my husband in check, preventing his gaze from wandering to other women and getting caught up in their romantic entanglements.

But seeing his eyes still lingering on Shirley and Shu-Min, I think I really need to have a serious talk with him when I get home.

Sometimes I can't help but wonder about the necessity of coming here to spend a weekend afternoon together. After all, this is my husband's friend's house. It's one thing if he likes to come, but why does he always insist that I come with him?

My husband was quite insistent that I come with him, but I was also worried that if I didn't come, he might get entangled with Shirley and Shumin.

So, although I was somewhat reluctant, I had no choice but to accompany him every time, which was tough on my daughter Rongrong, and it always meant my mother had to take care of her.

To be honest, I was also very curious about Shirley and Shumin, and even a little envious.

They were both really nice to me, and rarely held back in front of me; we were quite good friends, so the three of us women would occasionally go shopping together.

Actually, going shopping with them was a unique experience; three beautiful, well-built women walking together—weren't we bound to attract a lot of flies and mosquitoes?

Their outfits were especially sexy, which meant that whenever I went out with them, I had to loosen my dress to match theirs. The three of us, like butterflies fluttering in the streets, restored some of my pre-marital confidence.

Later, I learned that Shirley and Shumin were actually university classmates, both from broken single-parent families, and had left home to support themselves during high school.

Shirley, however, was expelled before graduating, reportedly due to her wild lifestyle.

Shumin was luckier; although her grades were barely passing,

she at least graduated. They told me that they were a pair of charming social butterflies in university, and their open-mindedness attracted countless admirers.

If they weren't lying, they had slept with at least forty or fifty men back then. They even said their specialty was having a threesome with the same guy in bed. That was the first time I'd ever heard the term "threesome," and when I asked them what it was, they thoroughly laughed at me.

Of course, they'd also use this bedroom trick against strict male professors, so they managed to barely pass each semester.

As for why Shirley ultimately got a 32, she said it was because most of the courses she took that semester were taught by female professors.

But Shumin privately told me that a married male professor, having tasted her sweetness, harassed her relentlessly and made many excessive demands. Finally, unable to bear the harassment any longer, she reported him to the school, resulting in both her and the professor leaving the university.

Since learning this, my opinion of Shirley has completely changed; I even sympathize with her situation and have begun to understand her open-minded behavior.

Looking at myself, although I am 31 years old, I have been pampered and protected since childhood, with people taking care of me from school to employment, and I have never experienced hardship.

Compared to the people around me, I thought I was relatively curious and playful, but after meeting Shirley and Shumin, I realized I was worlds apart, especially since their sexual experiences were far beyond my comprehension—it was something I couldn't even imagine.

Although I've always had many suitors because of my beauty and charm, and even after marriage, some men still express their admiration for me without understanding the situation, my views on sex have always been quite conservative; I'm not a promiscuous woman.

Besides my husband, I've only slept with two ex-boyfriends, so I've only had sexual experience with three men. I simply can't imagine what it would be like to have sex with forty or fifty men, which makes me increasingly curious about their experiences.

During each gathering, behind their husbands' backs, they would still talk to me about their past, including work-related matters. Sometimes, they would inadvertently mention how they had to sacrifice their looks or even offer themselves to others before marriage to achieve insurance sales targets, which I couldn't help but find astonishing.

At least in my job, I only had some cowardly male colleagues making trivial, pointless sexual advances; I had never heard of anyone having to have sex due to work-related pressures.

As for whether they still had to deal with such work-related troubles after marriage, they would just smile ambiguously and tell me they would talk about it later.

After dinner, the men went to the living room to rest, while Shumin and I hurriedly cleaned up the table and helped Shirley wash the dishes.

Usually, our after-dinner entertainment is playing mahjong, but today I didn't hear any sound of mahjong tables and chairs being set up. When I got back to the living room, I found the men watching DVDs.

Looking up, I was surprised to see a pornographic DVD showing sexual intercourse between men and women. It suddenly dawned on me that before my husband and I came in, those two couples had been watching this kind of video.

Shirley and Shumin immediately sat down next to their husbands. Although I was a little reluctant, since no one seemed to care, I sat down next to my husband.

Of course, it wasn't my first time watching this kind of video, but usually my husband and I would only watch it privately at home when we were being affectionate. I'd never had the experience of watching it with so many unrelated people.

Everyone continued drinking red wine while watching the screen.

This is a Japanese DVD featuring complete nudity without any mosaic. The film follows the same formula: the male and female leads undress, kiss, suck each other's genitals, and finally engage in wild, intense intercourse.

But this time, amidst the female lead's moans, there was also discussion and teasing from the other men and women.

"Wow! That guy's penis is so big!" "Is it as big as mine?" "You're such a pervert!" "That woman's pussy is so tender!" "Yeah! And so wet, it's no worse than yours." "You're so annoying!" "Oh my! How can there be such a way of having sex? It's amazing!" "You can try it too!" "Hehe!" Perhaps because they had drunk a little at the dinner table, everyone was talking without restraint. These lewd words were quite grating to me; at least I couldn't say them myself, not even when I'm having sex with my husband, let alone in front of others.

But I figured it was fine if everyone just watched and talked; I didn't want to spoil their fun.

Finally, the movie ended, but Ah Cheng mysteriously pulled out another disc and asked everyone to guess what it was about.

Although everyone knew it was probably another pornographic film, they all talked at once, guessing and speculating, but how could they possibly guess what it was about?

Finally, Ah Cheng announced the answer with a wicked grin.

"This is the sex tape of a certain popular actress who's been making headlines these past two days." "Ah!..." Everyone exclaimed in surprise. It was a sex tape of a certain popular actress who claimed to be the most beautiful and artistic, a multi-talented actress. Recently, it was rumored that she was having sex with a tycoon in a five-star hotel, recorded by a hidden camera planted by paparazzi. Although both the actress and the tycoon held separate press conferences to vehemently deny it, the reports and some pictures and text published in newspapers and magazines made it seem quite convincing.

Although I despise this kind of behavior, my ever-curious curiosity made me, like everyone else, eager to see what the disc contained.

Amidst everyone's anticipation, the disc began playing. The picture quality wasn't very clear, and the sound was poor, but the key parts were still visible, and the sounds were recognizable.

The female celebrities' faces and private parts, in particular, were quite clear.

After undressing, the actress pulled down her only remaining garment, a white thong, and began sucking on the tycoon's penis, sliding it up and down while making lewd smacking sounds. Finally, she sat on the tycoon, grasped his penis, and inserted it into her dark, pubic area, then cried out in a seductive voice, "Brother...faster...it feels so good..." This was completely different from her usual carefully cultivated image of being well-mannered, intelligent, and gentle, finally revealing to everyone what true hypocrisy was. As

the DVD neared its end, everyone began discussing the various dark secrets of the film and television industry.

Before becoming a physical education teacher, Ah-Kin was scouted by a talent agent because of his muscular physique and acted in several unknown TV dramas. He said that the debauchery in the film and television industry is unimaginable to outsiders, and he gave a few examples he knew to tell everyone.

Acheng also brought up the rumored prices of actresses in entertainment venues for comparison, analyzing and verifying them based on his experiences with certain doctors, while also offering his own opinions.

Shumin also recounted the various stories told to her by some of her clients who acted as agents, about pimping between actresses and wealthy clients.

Speaking of the promiscuity in society, in my opinion, it ultimately stems from men's inherent tendency to objectify women, especially the way young men pursue famous actresses, creating a vicious cycle.

I became more interested and joined the discussion, offering my own perspective. This back-and-forth banter brought the lively atmosphere in the living room to a climax, and I relaxed even more, inadvertently drinking a little more red wine.

In truth, everyone has different opinions, and such discussions are inherently fruitless.

However, a statement Shirley made later kept lingering in my mind. Her statement that "women in the film industry are merely tools used to make money without gaining anything in return" only elicited a faint response: "Perhaps they also derive unexpected pleasure from it, which is why they can't extricate themselves." I inadvertently connected this statement to her past experiences of sleeping with men while striving for performance at work. Could it be… she was referring to her own experience?

Am I overthinking things?

The video finally ended, and the discussion came to a close.

Some suggested playing mahjong, but many more objected.

"It's always mahjong, isn't it boring?" "Yeah! Let's try something new!" "Yeah! How about something high-energy?" They chattered on for a while, still unable to decide what to do next.

Suddenly, Ah Cheng's grin vanished, and he said seriously, "Hmm! How about this!" "Let's play the most exciting game!" "Yay! Okay!..." I cheered along with the others.

"But no one here can object," Ah Cheng said solemnly.

"Okay! Okay!..." Everyone agreed.

"If anyone objects, they'll be at the mercy of others," Ah Cheng continued. "

Okay! Okay!..." I hesitated a little, but maybe I'd had too much to drink, so I agreed with everyone.

Ah Cheng went back to his grinning self.

"What are we going to play? Tell us quickly!" everyone urged Ah Cheng.

Ah Cheng slowly explained his game.

He said he wanted to play dice.

What's so special about dice?

What's so exciting about it?

But after hearing the details of his game, my face flushed red and then turned green.

It turned out that the dice game he wanted everyone to play wasn't the usual money or alcohol gambling, but a game of taking off clothes. That is, six people would roll the dice together, and the person who lost the most in each round would have to take off an item of clothing. In the end, whoever was the unluckiest would be the first to be completely naked.

My God!

What kind of game is this?

But Shirley and Shumin immediately shouted "Great!"

Ah Jian, as usual, didn't say anything but nodded.

I could only hope that my husband would object, so I quickly reached out and held his hand tightly.

"Okay!" The words I least wanted to hear came from my husband's mouth. I turned to look at him in disbelief, only to see his gaze lingering on Shirley and Shumin.

At that moment, all eight eyes of the other four people were fixed on me, waiting for my answer.

I really wanted to say no, but somehow, I just didn't have the courage to say it.

"Qiaoni, don't forget our agreement. If you disagree now, you'll be at our mercy," Ah Cheng said, his eyes fixed on my fair legs beneath my short skirt with a wicked grin.

I quickly closed my legs a little more.

Oh no!

I regretted it now. I hadn't thought it through and agreed too quickly.

I should have known Ah Cheng wasn't kind-hearted.

If I fell into his hands and was at his mercy, my fate would only be worse. Who knows what kind of nasty schemes he would come up with to torment me

? I recalled his disgusting face as he wrapped his arms around me earlier, and a wave of panic washed over me.

But where was my husband?

Shouldn't he step in to save me now?

Husband!

Husband!

I cried out silently, hoping he would turn around and look at me, understand my feelings, and quickly resolve this predicament for me.

But my husband's gaze remained fixed on Shirley and Shumin sitting next to him, and my jealousy and resentment instantly reached their peak.

That bastard!

I knew it! He had been fantasizing about seeing Shirley and Shumin's bodies for a long time. This game suggestion suited him perfectly, like a fish in water, and he didn't even care that his wife's body was being admired by other men at the same time.

How despicable!

Damn it!

Fine!

Very well!

If that's the case, why should I be afraid of others seeing my figure?

With these thoughts swirling around, I made up my mind and said, "Okay!" Everyone laughed, but I calmly added, "However, I have one condition. If you don't agree, then we're done." Everyone eagerly asked me to tell them what the condition was.

Just as I secretly decided to agree, I calmed down and thought about how many layers of clothing I was wearing and how much I had to play the dice with.

Today I had two outer garments, plus a bra and underwear, and two sandals, making a total of six items. That's about the same as Shumin, a little more than Shirley, and the three stinky men had about five or six items as well. I wasn't really getting any advantage.

But if we add earrings, necklaces, rings, and watches, men definitely can't compete with women, and I'm probably the woman with the biggest stakes.

So my condition is that in addition to clothes, all the accessories on my body must be included.

The men shook their heads in opposition, because they would suffer the biggest loss.

But Shirley and Shumin stood by my side and expressed their support. In the end, these three stinking men, probably blinded by lust, didn't want to miss this great opportunity to see three beautiful women dismantling their inhibitions, and finally agreed.

Ah Cheng went upstairs to get the dice, while Shirley went into the kitchen to get a large porcelain bowl. So, amidst the clinking sounds of the two dice hitting the bowl, the game began.

In the first round, I had the fewest points, but it was okay; I took off my left earring.

In the second round, Ah Jian had the fewest points, so he took off his watch.

In the third round, Ah Cheng drew "bg," and naturally, he lost.

While joking around, he explained to everyone, "b means 'vagina,' and g means 'cock.'" Amidst everyone's laughter, he ignored the other things he could take off and took off his trousers first, which of course drew another round of laughter.

After more than ten rounds, the outcome was becoming clear. Ah-Shen was left with only a pair of tight black briefs; Ah-Cheng was still wearing leopard-print briefs and two black socks; my husband also had a t-shirt, white boxer briefs, and a sock; I was lucky to have a lot of accessories, so I still had a sleeveless top, a skirt, a bra, and briefs underneath, as well as a sandal; Shirley was still wearing her spaghetti-strap knit mini dress, and she should still have a bra and briefs underneath; the worst off was Shu-Min, who only had a red half-cup bra and low-waisted semi-transparent gauze briefs left, with her areolas and dark pubic hair barely visible.

Unexpectedly, Ah Cheng stood up again and came up with another terrible idea. He muttered, "This isn't exciting enough! It's not hot enough!" Since everyone was already in the mood for fun, let's hear what other weird suggestions he had. Sure enough, his opinion was quite outrageous.

His suggestion was that if one of the three couples had already lost so much that they were completely naked, they would still continue to roll the dice and participate in the game. But if they lost again, their husband or wife would have to take off their clothes to offset the loss. In other words, the last couple would have the chance to be naked together. The first couple to both lose so much that they were naked would have to have sex on the spot for the other couples to watch.

I was startled again, but Shirley immediately echoed her husband's suggestion, and A-Jian and Shu-Min also agreed. Only my husband and I remained undecided.

My husband glanced at me, probably noticing my hesitant expression, and leaned close to my ear, saying, "Look at A-Jian and Shu-Min, they have the fewest clothes left. They'll definitely lose. We can bet on it." I glared at him. Such an absurd thing could be bet on!

But I'm naturally curious and mischievous, and what my husband said was true. Currently, I had the most clothes, and my husband had quite a few too. It shouldn't come to the point where we'd both be completely naked, right?

The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. I'd never seen what it was like to have sex in public before; maybe today I could broaden my horizons.

So I finally nodded slightly. My husband was overjoyed and shouted, "Good! Good!" The game started again, and sure enough, Shumin lost. Without saying a word, she stood up and took off her bra in front of everyone. Her ample breasts, which were already almost impossible to cover, immediately bounced out. Two tender red nipples stood erect on her areolas. I never expected her breasts to be so beautiful. Not to mention men, even I couldn't take my eyes off her chest.

Shumin tossed her bra onto the back of the chair, then, without a hint of shame, grasped her breasts and pretended to rub them. She even pressed her face against Ajian's cheek and teased them. Her nipples immediately bloomed even more brightly. Acheng and my husband cheered, ignoring my and Shirley's opinions, and insisted that the other women should do the same.

Shirley, not to be outdone, immediately suggested that when the men took off their pants, they should also masturbate. Surprisingly, the men agreed.

Shirley lost two rounds in a row, so she slowly took off her spaghetti-strap knit mini dress, and then took off her thin, strapless white lace half-cup bra and threw it on Ah Cheng's head, revealing her soft and alluring breasts. She was now only wearing a white lace thong that tightly covered her vulva.

Her breasts were also quite impressive, though not as large as Shu Min's, but rounder and perkier. Her areolas were smaller than Shu Min's, but her nipples were more pointed and erect. Of course, she also held her breasts tightly and used her thumbs to pick at the nipples on both sides until the pink nipples stood erect and turned into an alluring peach color. Then she put the now pointed and long nipples into Ah Cheng's mouth for him to suckle, which made everyone very happy and cheer.

Surprisingly, it was Ah Cheng who lost first and had to strip naked. After taking off his leopard-print underwear, Ah Cheng exaggeratedly grabbed his already erect and swollen penis, stroking it back and forth a few times, still not satisfied. He simply placed it in front of Shirley, letting her stick out her tongue to lick the meatus of his glans. Ah Cheng originally intended to put his entire penis into Shirley's mouth, but Shirley laughed and pushed him away, saying, "No! No! The game isn't over yet." Next, Ah Jian lost. He took off his remaining black briefs, and surprisingly, his swollen penis was so thick and long, truly befitting his identity as a physical education teacher.

My face flushed red as I secretly glanced at his enormous penis. Compared to the penises of the three adult men I had ever seen, Ah Jian's was the biggest. Ah Cheng's penis, which I had just seen, was relatively short. However, Ah Cheng's glans was disproportionately bulging, resembling a peculiar shape with a swollen ping-pong ball attached to it.

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