Wife Swap Part 5

After agreeing on all the details, we finally met. We booked a five-star hotel in the third city, a double room with a large mirror on the background wall, creating a wonderful atmosphere. We met as planned, and indeed, there were some differences between the real people and their photos. Woman B was a bit darker than in the pictures, and Man B was probably a bit more muscular. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, we ate at the hotel restaurant. Man B, perhaps because he's a teacher, was very eloquent and gentlemanly, telling jokes to amuse the women and thoughtfully adding food for them. I could tell from my wife's smiling face that she was very fond of him. Man B didn't hold back in praising my wife, and I politely complimented Woman B in return. I was genuinely dissatisfied, but there was no turning back now. We had to make the date last all afternoon, so in this pleasant atmosphere, we finished dinner. Since it was still early, we suggested going to the supermarket to buy some essentials – basically lubricant and condoms. B was quite outgoing and enthusiastic, and she proactively linked her arm with mine, secretly telling me she really liked me and that her husband also adored my wife. She said she'd seen her husband masturbating while looking at pictures of my wife. Hearing this was quite exciting; knowing a man who frequently fantasizes about my wife and wants to have sex with her made my penis subtly hard. Although B's physical attributes were average, her initiative still moved me. After shopping, we took turns holding hands and walked back to the hotel. I could still see my wife's nervousness. When the man (B) tried to touch her, she clearly flinched. Even when she was holding his arm, she seemed incredibly stiff and unnatural. As we entered the hotel lobby, my wife ran back to me, took my hand, and whispered, "Honey, I'm a little scared. Can we not switch? I'm not ready." When I held her hand, her palms were sweaty, and her small hands were cold. I could definitely feel her nervousness. But we'd come this far; backing out now wouldn't be appropriate. I was nervous and conflicted too, but backing out now would mean all my previous efforts were wasted. And if I backed out now, all my previous "training" of my wife would be for nothing. While suppressing my inner turmoil, I comforted her, telling her to relax, that it was just a game, to experience it first, and if she really couldn't handle it, we could end it anytime. I told her not to feel pressured, to relax and enjoy it. My wife reluctantly nodded. With a nervous heart, I stepped into the room. There was a reason I chose this couple; they had swapped partners before and were experienced. They probably sensed our awkwardness. The man, B, came over to chat with my wife, and the woman, B, pulled me over too. She said, "We're just looking for excitement, treat it like a game. Only if you're open-minded will your wife feel at ease. If you're still hesitant, she'll become even more shy. Don't worry, your brother will make your wife very comfortable." B's words resonated deeply with me. Gritting my teeth, I decided to go for it. I told the couple I'd like to be affectionate with my wife first to help her relax. They readily agreed and kissed in front of us. I dimmed the lights, pulled my wife into my arms, and gently kissed her lips, lightly tracing her tongue with mine. Through her clothes, I gently caressed her breasts. My wife kept her eyes closed. I could feel her trembling, I didn't know if it was excitement or nervousness and fear. As we kissed, we heard B's moans coming from the other end of the bed. We both stopped and looked over. Sometime during the kiss, B had undressed his wife and was pinning her down on the bed, biting her breasts hard. His wife's hands weren't idle either; one hand was kneading her other breast, and the other was touching her nipples. Seeing such a lewd scene, my wife was also aroused, her tongue responding more passionately to mine. Listening to his wife's moans, we French kissed for almost ten minutes. I heard my wife let out soft moans too; I knew she was aroused as well. B was indeed experienced. Then he came over to us and placed his hand on my wife's breast. His hand was large; my wife's 34C breasts looked delicate in his hands. My wife was still very sensitive; as soon as his hand touched her, she screamed, startling B, who quickly pulled his hand away. The atmosphere was incredibly awkward. Fortunately, B managed to defuse the situation. In a reproachful tone, she said, "These stinky men are just too impatient. They can't control themselves when they see a pretty girl." She then shooed us both to the balcony. Because the atmosphere was awkward, we had no choice but to get some fresh air on the balcony. On the balcony, B said to me, "Brother, your wife is amazing! She's got a body like a sex toy. I got hard the moment I saw her in person. You're so lucky!" I smiled in agreement, thinking, "You're really lucky, kid." We stood on the balcony for about twenty minutes, wondering why there was no movement inside. I went back inside to check, and what I saw shocked me. B had somehow taken off my wife's coat, leaving her in only a bra. She was rubbing my wife's breast with one hand and her own breast with the other, French kissing my wife. B and I instinctively went inside. My wife just smiled shyly when she saw us come in, saying nothing. B laughed and said, "What use are you men? At crucial moments, I'm the one who has to do it." She then gave her husband a wink, signaling him to quickly... After getting intimate with my wife, guy B sat down next to her and grabbed her breasts. This time, my wife didn't flinch, just glanced at me shyly before turning her head away. B moved away from my wife and pounced on me, pinning me to the bed and giving me a French kiss. I didn't hold back, grabbing her buttocks and kneading them hard. B was really horny and knew how to tease. While we were kissing, she was taking off my clothes, moaning and asking if I wanted her, saying things like, "I want more." Soon I was down to my underwear. B was really horny; my wife was also horny in bed, but compared to her, she seemed innocently cute. She quickly pulled off my underwear, and my long-suppressed penis sprang out. She grabbed my penis and laughed, saying, "Brother, your penis is so beautiful, much prettier than your older brother's. His is too dark, not cute at all." Then she took my penis in her mouth. I hadn't showered yet, so it was definitely covered in... The smell of urine was there, but she didn't seem to care at all. She licked my glans with her tongue, making me shudder. Her oral skills were really good, and it felt very comfortable. She even put my testicles in her mouth, licking them until they were very wet. I was enjoying it when suddenly I heard a very familiar voice. I turned my head and saw that B had stripped my wife down to her underwear. He was rubbing my wife's nipples with one hand and her breasts through her underwear with the other. His mouth wasn't idle either; his tongue was going in and out of my wife's mouth, exchanging our bodily fluids. I glanced at B; he was down to his underwear, which was bulging out. You could see his penis through the underwear, which looked like a child's arm. Seeing my wife being played with like this by him, I felt very complicated. On one hand, I thought about how I used to be the only one enjoying my wife being fondled by others, and I felt a pang of jealousy. On the other hand, I was aroused by this stimulating scene. In short, I was itching with desire, not just happy but also... I was in so much pain that I couldn't care less about anything else. I grabbed B's hair and shoved my penis into her mouth, making her gag. Saliva and tears streamed down my penis and onto the bed. Hearing his wife's gagging, B glanced back at me but said nothing. He simply turned back and pulled down my wife's panties, her last shred of modesty. My wife covered her flushed face with her hands and shook her head. B didn't hold back and started licking my wife's vulva. He was incredibly strong; my wife's 1.7-meter frame felt like a toy in his hands. He licked her vulva, and whether it was from the intense stimulation or something else, my wife struggled, squeezing her legs together. But B easily pulled her legs down onto the bed, exposing her entire vulva to his gaze. He acted as if he had found a treasure, gently and meticulously licking her vulva, sometimes licking her clitoris, sometimes using his tongue to lick her labia to one side, sometimes using his tongue to... He stuck his head in, then lifted my wife up to lick her anus. I couldn't see her face, so I didn't know her expression. From her moans, I couldn't tell if she was in pleasure or pain. Seeing my once incredibly familiar vagina being played with like this, my heart burned like fire. My mouth felt rough. I picked up the woman and carried her to the bathroom. I put her in the bathtub, and she skillfully lathered herself up with foam, then rubbed her body against me, carefully washing her vagina. Then she knelt in the tub and licked my anus. Although it was very stimulating, my mind wasn't on it at all, because I heard my wife's moans coming from inside the room. I had no desire to have sex with the woman. I carried her back to the room. The man had positioned my wife in an M-shape, licking her clitoris while using his fingers to probe her vagina, making her moan continuously. From her moans, I could see she was still somewhat restrained; the moans were low and soft. The man had already...I was shocked when I saw his erect penis after he took off his underwear. It was even bigger than in the photos. It was the first time I had ever seen such a big penis in real life. It was as thick and dark as a child's arm, covered with veins. Two big testicles hung from the penis, like two eggs. The glans was already leaking clear pre-ejaculate. It seemed that this guy had reached his limit. Seeing us return to the room after showering, he picked up my wife and carried her to the bathroom. He was indeed very strong; my wife was like a child, completely defenseless as he carried her away. Actually, at this point, it was too late for regrets; I had to go all the way. I put B on the bed and pounced on her, starting a French kiss, stirring my fingers inside her vagina. Soon, I heard the wet sounds coming from inside her. I couldn't hold back any longer; my penis was painfully hard, and I wanted to penetrate her. I got up to get a condom, and B said coquettishly, "I've been giving you oral sex for so long, and you haven't even licked me back!" I smiled awkwardly, didn't respond, and continued putting the condom on my penis. B leaned closer and whispered to me, "I'm in my safe period; I don't need a condom." Wearing a condom wasn't satisfying. While the two of them were in the bathroom, we could sneak in for a quickie. I hesitated; we'd agreed to use condoms before, and I wondered if it would be bad without one. But B insisted on pulling me onto the bed, guiding my penis inside. To be honest, her husband's penis was much thicker and longer than mine, and I barely felt anything inside—it was too loose. But B was really into it, constantly yelling, "Little brother, your penis is so big, so hard, it's burning my pussy...fuck my pussy hard...it's so itchy, fuck me to death..." Accompanied by her moans, I fucked her for about twenty minutes. I don't know if she really orgasmed or was faking it, but she started trembling. I really couldn't feel anything. I said I was going to pee and would continue when I got back, using that as an excuse to slip to the bathroom door... Let's see how my wife is doing. The bathroom door wasn't closed properly, so I peeked through the crack. My wife has completely lost all sense of shyness. She's kneeling in the bathtub, giving oral sex to man B. Man B's penis is so huge that even with both hands, my wife can only fit the head into her mouth. My wife is licking his penis as carefully as a child eating a popsicle, from the glans to the shaft, then down to his testicles. His testicles are so big that even with her mouth wide open, she can't fit a single one in. She can only use her tongue to forcefully lick his scrotum full of saliva. Man B lifts my wife, who is licking his scrotum, and gestures for her to take his glans into her mouth. He's about to fuck my wife's mouth. Maybe his penis is too big; he can only fit the head in at most. But Man B... He showed no sign of stopping, continuing to shove his penis into her mouth. My wife gagged several times, spitting it out, but he didn't stop. He moved her head and continued shoving it into her mouth. My wife had no choice but to swallow his glans, stroking his penis with one hand and kneading his scrotum with the other. He held my wife's head down, forcing her to kneel and give him oral sex while looking into his eyes. My wife's eyes were filled with a desire to be conquered, she was extremely lewd. He kneaded my wife's breasts with his other hand. So, the man was fucking my wife's mouth, moaning with pleasure. I just stood there dumbfounded outside the bathroom door, watching a strange man fucking my once-beloved wife, completely at a loss, when someone patted me on the back...

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