Trembling Happiness (Part 3)

The beautiful wish of turning a new page drifted into my dreams, and we all slept soundly and deeply that night. The next day, as usual, I rushed to work. But this time, I felt a sense of freshness and ease. I walked briskly into the office and immediately turned on the computer. Normally, I would have made a strong cup of tea, opened the newspaper, and dawdled for ages. I went online, searched—a series of practiced operations. Soon, I found a bunch of relevant information; I hadn't expected it to be so easy. During my spare time at work, I sifted through the numerous related results. Without much effort, I found a QQ group for couples in our city to make friends. I was surprised that so many people shared this interest! But which ones were real? Which ones were fake? It seemed I still needed to do some careful work! Never mind, since I'd embarked on this path, I'd just keep going! Whether it was good or bad, I'd try it first. I immediately messaged the group admin, explaining that we were a sincere married couple and wanted to try making friends with other couples. After a long wait, luckily, the admin replied.

We chatted, and after confirming my sincerity, he asked me to send him a photo of us as a couple. I promptly sent him one from my computer. He readily accepted my request and gave me a few words of advice. I was incredibly excited, but also extremely nervous—it was my first time! My heart was in my throat, my breathing was rapid, my face was flushed, and even my hand holding the teacup was trembling. However, a powerful force and my own desire drove me to forget everything else. There were quite a few people in the group, but not many were online. I eagerly checked everyone's profiles—they had all sorts of things written, it was quite interesting. I calmed myself down a bit and quickly sent friend requests to everyone, online or offline. I waited with great anticipation for their replies! Soon, I received responses, and I chatted enthusiastically with them. As for the content, I think everyone's been through this before: age, height, appearance, and of course, our ideas about swapping. However, after chatting for a while, I realized that there weren't many sincere people who met our requirements. Actually, at this point, I really didn't know what kind of people would meet our requirements; I was just talking to them based on a gut feeling, feeling very nervous but pretending to be casual. Time passed by, but there were no results, leaving my enthusiastic and eager heart feeling disappointed. At this moment, several young men in their early twenties kept messaging me, asking me to send them photos. What was this all about? I was a little indignant! So young, are they even fully grown? Coming here to hang out, how could they possibly be couples? Later I learned that these kids were here looking for couples to have threesomes, but we didn't want that. I ignored them, drank my tea, and busied myself with my work, while also waiting quietly. About an hour later, I heard a series of knocking sounds from my computer, like knocking on the door. I knew someone had come online. I didn't look up and continued working. Suddenly, a crisp, pleasant beeping sound came from my computer. Someone had messaged me. I glanced at the screen instinctively. My friend (whom I'll call A) had just logged on and sent me a message via private chat in the group. I immediately put down my work, clicked the mouse, and a short message appeared: "Are you new here?" I immediately checked his profile. He was two years younger than me—good! My intuition told me this person was suitable. I replied immediately: "Yes! I just joined today." Then we started chatting. At first, we repeated the topics mentioned earlier. As we talked, the atmosphere became more lively. We learned about each other's situations and thoughts, felt much more familiar, and our conversation became more open, even direct. I knew they were already quite experienced.

"Do you have video?" he suddenly asked. I said, "No, I'm at work, no video." "Do you have any photos?" Again, photos? I immediately countered, "Do you have one?" "We have a video. If you send us photos, I can show you our video." Ah?! Okay! Okay! My brain immediately buzzed with excitement, and my heart raced with nervousness. Was this real? Could it be that all those fantasies from yesterday were about to become reality? My mind raced, but my hands didn't stop. I found what I considered to be the best photo of the two of us on my computer and sent it to him. Soon, he opened the video. I saw a man about my age, who looked very capable. "Did you see me?" he asked. "Yes, yes," I quickly replied, feeling incredibly excited, almost speechless. "Want to see my wife?" he asked. "Yes!" I answered without hesitation. Heh, who wouldn't? We'd been chatting for ages, waiting for this. A moment later, Mr. A's wife sat down in front of the screen—a voluptuous woman, I felt, even more voluptuous than my own wife. I excitedly opened my eyes wide, afraid of missing a single detail. I greedily, now that I think about it, I truly greedily looked at her. Damn, why is this video window so small? Who invented it? Couldn't they invent a bigger window? I cursed inwardly. The woman in the video appeared mature and composed. "How does it feel?" she asked. Heh heh! This was the first time in my life I'd scrutinized someone with a clear, ulterior motive. To be honest, I prefer women with a fuller figure, and she certainly fit my aesthetic preferences. I said, "Yes, pretty good!" Then, I started chatting with A's wife. I'll keep the content of our conversation a secret; it's really inconvenient to describe here. About fifteen minutes later, A returned to the screen, interrupting our conversation. "You've seen us," A said. "Yes, yes," I quickly replied. A continued, "We've seen your photos too, and they seem good. Go home and discuss it with your wife. After all, you're newlyweds. You should discuss it yourselves first, and then contact each other again tomorrow!" "Okay, okay!" I hurriedly replied, still feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the excitement. Our first chat ended just like that. After work, I drove quickly through the rush hour traffic, all my past complaints about traffic jams gone, my only thought was to get home as fast as possible. When I got home, my wife had already picked up the kids. Seeing my slightly embarrassed face, she was a little surprised. "Why are you sweating? That's not like me!" My wife seemed to understand something, giving me a look, and I immediately understood.

She didn't ask anything, and we finished everything as usual. Once in bed, I described the day's events to her in detail. My wife listened attentively, a familiar blush occasionally rising on her face. When I mentioned some of my naughty thoughts, my wife blushed, lowered her head, and avoided looking at me. She was shy—such a familiar expression! Ten years ago, I knew it so well, yet ten years had made it so unfamiliar. I felt as if I had rediscovered something I had once lost. I was getting agitated. I stared at my wife, who kept her head down, not looking at me. I could feel her face was burning. After a moment of silence, I suddenly exploded. My hands roughly but expertly ripped off her nightgown. My wife looked at me in surprise. "What are you doing?" Before she could finish her sentence, I had stripped her naked. What am I doing? Did I even need to ask? What can a husband and wife do in bed? I forcefully turned her over, her back to me, lying face down on the bed. Despite my almost violent movements, she managed to adjust her position quickly. A husband and wife are a husband and wife, after all; they could achieve perfect harmony in a split second. I raised my already erect penis, aimed it at her secret opening, and whoosh! My penis slid in completely. "Ah!!!" My wife screamed, her head slumped, and she fell onto the pillow. I wonder if our son next door heard her. Damn! Without any foreplay, my wife's vagina was so lubricated, something I hadn't expected.

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