From rejection to success

Foreword: I took some time to check the website again today, mainly because I was concerned about the response to my article. Hehe, although I still really hope to spark a surge in original literature and gain everyone's appreciation, because I truly put my heart into writing it. Thank you to so many friends for your comments; your sincere replies made me feel that my hard work wasn't in vain. However, some friends didn't finish reading because the article was too long. This saddened me; perhaps my title wasn't prominent enough or attractive enough, and coupled with its length, some friends, even if they saw it, didn't have the patience to read on. Therefore, I wrote this at the beginning in the hope that those fortunate enough to come here will have the patience to read it to the end. I truly believe this article is worth reading, and it will definitely captivate you in the end (whether you're there to learn, exchange ideas, or simply want to read something explicit). Finally, I'd like to make a small request. Seeing over sixty replies today, I suddenly wanted to share this article with my wife, and similarly, with all the comments. I hope to see your most sincere replies so that my wife can feel everyone's sincerity. Therefore, regardless of your opinion on my article, please leave your valuable comments or thoughts. Thank you in advance. I'm not sure how to categorize this, so let's just call it a preface, haha. I hope you enjoy my article.
First, I want to clarify that this isn't purely pornographic, so it might be a bit wordy. However, if you're like me, trying it for the first time, or haven't tried it yet but are planning to, you might find this article worth reading patiently.
I came across the concept of swapping quite early (though I actually implemented it much later). I first saw the term "swapping" in a magazine and learned in detail what it meant. Although the article criticized this behavior, it completely captivated me. To put it simply, I suddenly really wanted my girlfriend and I to experience something like that. In other words, I really wanted to see my girlfriend doing that kind of thing in bed with another man.
Here I feel I need to explain something. Back then, my girlfriend (who is now my wife) and I were both college students, haha, and we weren't very old either, both 25. (Haha, I hope everyone won't criticize us for being a decadent generation.) My girlfriend and I were each other's first love; she hadn't been with any other men besides me. But maybe because of this, I lacked a sense of comparison, so I often imagined what it would be like for my girlfriend to be with other men.
To be honest, we met in high school and fell in love in college. My girlfriend gave people around her a very pure feeling. She wasn't tall (1.60 meters) and looked petite. Even now, people often mistake
her for a high school student. I remember once I accompanied her to the hairdresser; she was carrying a backpack, and everyone in the shop thought she was a high school student, making me feel like I was abducting a child. (Haha, maybe it's because I look more mature). Also, her skin was very fair. Although I didn't think she was particularly beautiful, many people thought my girlfriend looked very pleasant, perhaps most importantly because she looked young. Well, to sum it up, she was the demure, delicate type, nurtured by the water and soil of the Jiangnan region. She gave off a rather demure and innocent vibe. I hope you don't think I'm being long-winded. Why am I saying all this? You'll see what happens later. Back
then, I often teased my girlfriend, saying that while she seemed so pure and ladylike to others, who would imagine that we'd done everything, and who would guess the difference between her in bed and in everyday life? Haha, my girlfriend would often laugh at my teasing. After all, women like to hear compliments. As for what happened in bed, as long as it was with me, she didn't care much, because she still loved me very much.
Perhaps some readers will share my sentiment, hoping to see a contrast in their wives—someone who is both elegant and domestic, haha. But back then, my girlfriend really didn't know anything and was completely clueless, like a little kid. I had to teach her everything in bed myself (it was very fulfilling).
Anyway, let's get to the point.
Back then, I thought how exciting it would be to let others see the contrast in my girlfriend's personality. The feeling was indescribable; I became obsessed with it, to the point that my frequent sexual fantasies revolved around her having sex with other people. Of
course, having thoughts leads to action, but back then I was still in university, and this kind of thing wasn't as "common" as it is now. For example, back then, if I searched for the username "***" on QQ, only four results appeared, but if you try now, there are countless results… So I ultimately didn't know how to communicate. One time, my girlfriend and I were having sex, and we talked about two of our best friends, who were also boyfriend and girlfriend, and we were very close. When we talked about that girl, I honestly gave my opinion of her, but she was really pretty. My girlfriend jokingly asked if I liked her and wanted to have sex with her. I admitted it, and my girlfriend called me a pervert.
Later, I don't know how the conversation went, but we ended up talking about taking turns with them. Near the final climax,
I suddenly said to my girlfriend, "Can we have them join in too?" My girlfriend was probably excited too, and she said okay. I said I'd call them right now, but I was probably too excited and I ejaculated… After resting for a bit, I talked to my girlfriend about it again while lying in bed. But when I brought it up again, she suddenly looked surprised and said, "You're not really going to do this, are you?" I said yes. She then gave me a good scolding, saying that it was okay to talk about such things, but it was absolutely impossible for her to actually do them because she only loved me and would never allow me to be with anyone else. So, that was the end of it.
Haha, readers might be disappointed by this, thinking, "What the hell is this? Nothing's written here." Here, I want to be honest. I don't know how others started, but my wife and I's first time swapping was definitely not as simple as some online accounts portray. There were too many twists and turns, and I just want to explain everything clearly. After all, from our initial contact to gradual acceptance and finally implementation, it took almost six years. Just think about how much emotional journey that involved. But I can assure you that if you read on patiently, you'll find what you're looking for, because I don't want to omit anything from my experience.
Getting back to the point, some of you might be struggling with this: you really want to experience swapping, but your partner absolutely refuses. I went through that phase too. After that, I tried to talk to my girlfriend about it several times, but she firmly rejected me each time. It got to the point where she'd get angry whenever I brought it up, and even threatened to break up a few times. I can't blame her, because in her mind, her body is incredibly precious; she only wants to give herself to me. Forcing her to do it with someone else would mean I don't love her anymore. So, friends, be careful! Never force this. When a woman still thinks this way, pushing her is like playing with fire. Of course, I was afraid too, so I stopped asking her.
But I still really wanted to, so what could I do? So I was distant for a while. During this time, I never asked her to switch places with me again. But what I did most during this time was communicate with her. I told her some of my thoughts and feelings, and explained that it wasn't that I didn't love her, but rather that it was an expression of my love for her. However, I was also very troubled, so I hoped she could understand me. I even used homosexuality as an analogy, saying that it's just a person's sexual orientation (my girlfriend is quite accepting and acknowledging of homosexuality, maybe she reads too many comics, haha). Everyone has their own hobbies, just like interests and hobbies. Some people like stamps, some people like collecting coins, and we can't simply say that it's wrong.
Gradually, my girlfriend, perhaps genuinely feeling sorry for me, stopped objecting as vehemently as before. However, she made a pact with me: we could talk about it, but it absolutely couldn't be done. (I don't know if you've ever felt this way, but in the process of persuading someone, the reasoning doesn't need to be perfect, just something that resonates with them. For example, when I used homosexuality as an analogy, my girlfriend immediately understood why I had such thoughts and couldn't control myself, haha, but she's not a lesbian. So, you have to be specific in your persuasion of your wife—that's my biggest lesson.) But don't let my simple explanation fool you; this phase lasted a full six years until we actually started exchanging partners.
Later, something else significantly impacted my girlfriend: after we graduated and started working, we didn't see each other as often as before, and naturally, that kind of thing became less convenient. It depended on our work schedules. Even though we lived in the same city, work required us to squeeze in time to meet. Sometimes, when business got busy, we wouldn't see each other for a month or two. Even though we didn't see each other, we missed each other terribly. Since we missed each other, we also missed that kind of thing, but what if we couldn't meet? I'm sure many of you have had this experience: masturbating. My girlfriend knows I have to do this because I can't see her, and she feels bad for me (she's such a good wife!). She tries to find ways to ease my longing for her.
One night, we were talking on the phone, whispering to each other, and I suddenly felt an overwhelming longing. Hearing her soft voice on the other end, my penis involuntarily became erect. So I told my girlfriend. She chuckled, and I said, "What are you laughing at? I miss you so much!" She softly said, "Then you should do it yourself, don't make yourself sick." I casually said, "No, you're not here, it won't feel as good as when you're here." (Actually, I was just saying it casually; I knew I would still do it later.) But to my surprise, she was silent for a moment and then whispered, "Then I'll keep you company." (Because my girlfriend is very shy, even though we've done it many times, she still gets embarrassed when it comes to this kind of thing.) I got excited and asked her how she would keep me company. She said she was listening on the other end of the phone.
Then, I started masturbating while whispering sweet nothings to her over the phone. Honestly, it was really exciting; it felt like she was right there beside me. While we were doing it, I suddenly had a whim and asked her to say something exciting to get me going. My girlfriend had never experienced anything like this before, so she naturally didn't know what to say. I encouraged her to talk about swapping. She initially refused, but couldn't resist, and eventually started saying a few words here and there. Since she had never been involved in swapping before, she naturally didn't know much, mostly talking about what we did together, but I felt she was making great progress.
After this, we gradually developed a "storytelling" habit. When we couldn't meet,
she would talk about swapping (of course, we were the main characters), to help me during masturbation. After a while, and with me offering some pointers while she talked (usually content from swapping articles I'd seen online), my girlfriend could now naturally tell a complete "story."
Some might think this is nothing special, but what I want to say is that transforming a "little girl" who was inherently averse to this kind of thing, shy and unwilling to talk about it (admittedly, my girlfriend really gave off this impression in many ways) into someone who can talk about it naturally is a huge step forward. Moreover, through repeated communication with my girlfriend, I discovered that time truly is a panacea; my girlfriend has unknowingly stopped resisting the idea of swapping. The most important indication is that when we discussed swapping again, when I asked her if she felt more accepting of swapping or a threesome, she surprisingly said she could accept a threesome because she didn't want to see me with other people. This truly marks a turning point, because from then on, we had no more obstacles in discussing this topic, laying a solid ideological foundation for future swapping. But friends, don't think it's all easy; it took me five years, and during those five years, my girlfriend became my wife.
The preamble might have been a bit long, I hope you understand; I just wanted to present all my experiences truthfully to provide some reference for some friends.
During the time my girlfriend and I were having a "tug-of-war" of ideas, I met a friend online. Like many others, we met online. What should I call him? I'll call him Brother Fa here, because he's older than me, and my wife was amazed when she met him, saying he looked like Chow Yun-fat. (To be honest, I don't think so; he's probably more muscular, haha.) Brother Fa was the person we ended up swapping partners with. We've known each other for about three years.
You might be surprised again, thinking that's a long time. But I want to say that only time can truly prove a person's character and sincerity. I also met several other people who claimed to be swapping partners, but they all immediately asked for photos, then disappeared after I sent them. Some were even more outrageous, asking for photos of us in bed! So I was very careful in this regard. In the end, time proved that only Brother Fa was genuinely interested in developing a relationship with us.
Brother Fa is exactly 30 this year. When we first met, I was still in university, and Brother Fa had just gotten married.
We connected through a forum by chance. Back then, Fa-ge and I were both troubled by our wives' disapproval, and a sense of camaraderie brought us together. We started by occasionally greeting each other online, gradually exchanging ideas about swapping partners, and it was only when we talked about our respective struggles that we truly became a couple. Fa-ge even advised me that since I wasn't married yet, swapping partners with my girlfriend wasn't appropriate and that I should think it over.
I found him to be very honest, and that proved to be true. During that time, we poured out our troubles and worries to each other, exchanging our views on [the issue of] [something unspecified], and gradually we became very close, sharing everything. Although we never met in person, the trust between us built up over time. Even my job choice after graduation was based on Fa-ge's advice. (By the way, Fa-ge is a planning director, young and promising!) I'll skip over the details of our many heart-to-heart talks here. Here I just want to clarify one thing: Brother Fa never asked me to send photos or videos. Those things only happened after we met in person.
After many failures, I felt that finding someone online to swap partners was like finding a needle in a haystack. I didn't expect that after telling Brother Fa, he felt the same way. Then he suddenly said, "If you trust me, how about we swap?" I was overjoyed at that moment. I'd always considered Brother Fa a friend and hadn't really thought about that. So we immediately agreed. However, even though we agreed, we faced two problems: First, neither of us had ever swapped partners before, and we didn't know what would happen if we did. Second, neither of us had convinced our wives. The first problem was manageable, but the second one was a real challenge. So we agreed to each try to convince the other's wife until we succeeded, but if we couldn't, we could still be friends. To be honest, I was really grateful for Brother Fa's understanding at that time. Later, I slowly worked on persuading my wife.
At the end of last year, I received some good news from Brother Fa. He said his wife had finally agreed, after a lot of effort. Actually, it was quite simple: Brother Fa told his wife that he would be thirty next year and he didn't want anything except a swapping experience as a 30th birthday gift (…). His wife couldn't resist his daily persuasion and finally agreed. I was so envious when I heard this, and also happy for Brother Fa having such a wonderful wife. However, although I've made great progress, to be honest, putting it into practice is still quite difficult…
I was anxious, but Brother Fa comforted me, saying there was no rush and he had a year to prepare. I was still unsure; who knew if I could convince my wife within a year? Then Brother Fa gave me another suggestion: try the method he used on his wife. I thought that might be a good idea, but I wasn't even thirty yet! Sometimes people need a little pressure; with pressure, you can come up with all sorts of ideas. Following Brother Fa's advice, I suddenly had an inspiration. Next year would be my tenth anniversary with my wife; could I use that as a starting point? Although I thought about it, to be honest, I was really unsure, so I shared my thoughts with Brother Fa and asked for his advice. Brother Fa simply said that these things can't be forced, to take things as they come, and told me not to put too much pressure on my wife, while also giving me some suggestions. (To be honest, I was really touched by Brother Fa's sincerity.)
We got right to work, and from then on, I focused on celebrating our tenth anniversary. My wife and I often discussed how to celebrate, and of course, I used a few tricks. For example, while discussing things with my wife, I would try my best to fulfill her wishes, but whenever she asked, I would avoid mentioning them (this was also Brother Fa's advice). Over time, I realized that to celebrate, I had granted my wife no fewer than ten wishes, while I hadn't mentioned anything to her myself. My wife was, of course, happy. Because of work, I didn't spend much time with her, and this made up for it somewhat. But naturally, she felt she owed me a lot (because she loves me very much, haha). But that was exactly the effect I wanted to achieve.
2008 was an extraordinary year for China, and it was also an extraordinary year for me. With the Olympics approaching, I was promoted due to my excellent work performance, and my overall work results were outstanding; I was very successful. When I got home that day and told my wife about my promotion, she was naturally overjoyed, shouting like a child that she wanted to celebrate with me. I was in a good mood too, but I didn't agree to the celebration, giving the usual reasons that men should prioritize family and career, and that this was normal and there was nothing to celebrate. My wife wasn't happy about this, saying that we had planned to celebrate our tenth anniversary this year, but so far I'd been the one accompanying her and fulfilling her requests, while I hadn't asked for anything. This time it was such a big event, and she insisted on celebrating it properly.
I felt the time was right, but I was still unsure if asking her for something like that would work, so I didn't really agree. This made my wife anxious, and she started nagging and begging me, saying things like, "Good husband, sweet husband, just ask for anything, and I'll definitely give it to you." Looking at my wife's innocent face, I really couldn't bring myself to say it, but thinking that we'd been preparing for so long, I couldn't just give up like that. So I gritted my teeth and brought up the request I really wanted to make: if my wife really wanted to grant me one wish, I would agree to make an exchange. Sure enough, my wife looked disappointed after hearing this and said, "Why are you still thinking about it?"
But I noticed a change in her. She didn't immediately and firmly refuse as she used to when I made that request. I secretly thought I had a chance, so I launched an emotional offensive, explaining that what I was doing was also a way of showing my love for her, and that it had always been my wish, so why wouldn't she give in to me this once? Perhaps it was because I had laid the groundwork beforehand, and because she genuinely felt she hadn't done enough for me in preparation for our tenth anniversary, coupled with my years of subtly instilling the idea of exchange, that I clearly felt her defenses were starting to crumble. Over the next few days, I intensified my efforts, even directly talking to her. Finally, after a long talk in bed, she reluctantly agreed to my request.
I was overjoyed; my years of hard work had finally paid off. But my wife told me that she only agreed to it to satisfy me, because she couldn't imagine herself doing "that" with anyone else. Of course, I was extremely grateful to my wife. The next few days were incredibly happy, like a second honeymoon. Regarding the requirements for the exchange partners, my wife only said that as long as I was satisfied, it was fine. But that wasn't enough! After my repeated requests, she finally made one request: the man had to be handsome (thankfully, Brother Fa met this requirement later, otherwise I don't know when I would have found someone I could trust and who my wife would also find handsome).
Similarly, I immediately told Brother Fa about it, and then we began meticulously planning the exchange. The first thing we agreed on was that neither of us should tell the other's wife about our relationship, lest they immediately think we were in cahoots (although we were indeed in cahoots). Then we decided to meet first before deciding whether to pursue a deeper relationship. This was my suggestion; Brother Fa was quite understanding. He said that meeting first was necessary, that we would have a meal together to get acquainted, and not do anything else. If we were satisfied, we could discuss the next steps; if not, we could just be friends. Here I must first admit I did have a bit of a selfish motive. I won't go into my wife's standards, but I consider myself quite handsome and have never lacked suitors. So, I was just in case the other person's appearance didn't meet our expectations, and I wanted to have a backup plan. (Brother Fa, please don't blame me if you see this). So, we agreed to have dinner together at Sasa Restaurant on Hengshan Road one day, and naturally, we'd split the bill.
My wife and I inevitably had to engage in a lot of persuasion, and convincing her to go required a lot of arguments to support my actions, which I won't go into detail about here. In short, my wife finally agreed to go for dinner and meet him. I told her the other person was just a couple we met online. On that day, it was a weekend, and there was some traffic in the evening, so we arrived late. However, Brother Fa had made the reservation, and after arriving, we told the waiter our names and were taken directly to Brother Fa's table. To be honest, the restaurant was very nice, with a high-class atmosphere and elegant ambiance. The pleasant music and soft lighting created a very comfortable feeling. As the waiter led us around, I observed the other diners. Since everyone was eating, I couldn't immediately pinpoint who they were. It wasn't until the waiter led us to a corner table that I guessed who Chow Yun-fat and his group were.
Before we even got close, they stood up to greet us. After a few pleasantries, we recognized each other, and Chow Yun-fat naturally invited us to sit down. What followed was ordering, chatting, and eating. I thought that since I'd known Chow Yun-fat for a while, we'd be the main conversation, but who knew that it was actually his wife who was the center of attention after we met? Their conversation started easily: his wife saw my wife's phone and exclaimed that she loved it. (My wife's phone is a limited edition Hello Kitty phone that I specially asked someone to bring back from Hong Kong, and my wife treasures it.) Then they started
talking about where they bought it, how it was, and how they wanted to buy one too. Later, the two of them really started chatting, from cosmetics to clothing, from fashion trends to movie stars. They even found that they had a lot in common, so they basically ignored the two of us men. Of course, we were happy to have some peace and quiet, so we just smiled at each other and played along to keep the atmosphere of the meal harmonious.
Overall, the dinner was very relaxed and enjoyable, like a gathering of two close friends. There wasn't a hint of anything sexual in it. During the meal, we learned that Fa Ge's wife is 27 and was his junior from college (they were also a campus couple). Like my wife, she works in finance. (Because of this, they had a lot to talk about, lamenting how hard their work and exams were, and saying they'd take the exams together next time and make a lot of money... without even considering who's the main breadwinner for their family!) They haven't had children yet (which is quite normal), and they own a three-bedroom apartment in the city. They even invited us to visit sometime. Haha, at that moment, I was thinking, "If we actually go, I wonder what we'll do!" The meal lasted a long time, and we even ordered another bottle of red wine, drinking quite heartily. Gradually, we men started talking more, joining their conversation. The four of us were truly enjoying ourselves like longtime friends.
At this point, both Fa-ge and I realized that, judging from their behavior, things were looking promising. During dinner, Fa-ge and I went to the restroom for a smoke. Since my wife was present, we couldn't be too direct, but now was the perfect opportunity. Fa-ge handed me a Zhonghua cigarette and said, "You're lucky, kid. You always say your wife isn't pretty. Tell me the truth, how old is your wife? Is she still in school?" I said, "I swear, you can check her ID if you don't believe me." Then Fa-ge confessed. He said he felt a surge of desire whenever he saw my wife, and he couldn't imagine what such a seemingly innocent girl would be like in bed. I was amused and said I'd give him a chance to see her someday. That was it; we basically reached an agreement
. You might be wondering why we didn't discuss Fa-ge's wife. Well, I don't think it was necessary. I think Fa-ge already knew I wouldn't refuse his wife, because, well, she really is beautiful, much prettier than my wife. Chow Yun-fat's wife (let's call her Yan, because of her name, haha) has a very outstanding figure. Unlike my wife, who is petite and delicate, Yan's figure is definitely more like a devil's. She's also very pleasant to look at. Her oval face and small mouth left a deep impression on me, because when we met, I wondered what oral sex would feel like (please don't scold me). Her face shape and mouth are similar to my wife's, but her eyes are much larger and she's very good at using her eyes to seduce. Perhaps Yan herself didn't do it, but to others, it definitely looked like she was trying to seduce. To put it another way, her overall impression is similar to that of the Korean singer Chae Yeon.
We enjoyed the meal immensely, but because we had agreed beforehand, we went home separately afterward. However, both women exchanged contact information, saying they would stay in touch. When I got home, I asked my wife how she felt. She thought the couple was easy to get along with and didn't seem to have any aversion to them. Next, I cautiously asked my wife what she thought of Fa Ge. She said he was quite handsome and tall (Fa Ge said he's 186cm) and
quite muscular (probably because he goes to the gym often), which was her type. I was happy then; since my wife didn't dislike Fa Ge, things would be easier. I then asked my wife again about my idea of exchanging places with Fa Ge. She didn't say anything; although she didn't show it, I knew she agreed, though she still had some reservations. The same went for Fa Ge; I had convinced him, and everything was ready except for setting a date.
Fa Ge and I planned our next meeting in detail online. I always felt that if we were going to do something, we should consider everything carefully. Finally, we agreed on a few things: First, the location would be Fa Ge's house, because we always felt unsafe outside. Second, all four of us needed recent health certificates. I initially thought this was unnecessary, but then I realized it was responsible to both others and ourselves, so I agreed. Third, neither of us should force the other to do anything they don't want to do, mainly to avoid upsetting the woman and potentially causing a breakup. We agreed that as long as we could convince the other's wife, everything would be fine, and we wouldn't interfere too much. I thought about it, and this did include many things, like using condoms, but discussing it between us saved us a lot of trouble. After that, we considered most of the smaller details and set a date for the first weekend after National Day (because both of us men had to work overtime during the holiday).
A few days later, I took some time to explain the situation to my wife. She seemed quite unhappy, but since she had agreed, she didn't object much. There were still three weeks until that day, but I had already started preparing, of course, to conserve my energy and ammunition. Haha, later, my friend told me that he had been preparing for even longer—a whole month without firing a single shot! I was incredibly impressed.
Finally, the appointed day arrived. A couple of days ago, I saw online that Yan had already arranged with my wife to invite us out today. After sleeping in late, I carefully prepared myself. My husband and I each took a shower before leaving, and I shaved thoroughly, meticulously grooming myself inside and out. (Don't laugh at me, friends; it's my first time, so of course I had to prepare carefully. I'm sure you all did the same, haha.) Because I was busy preparing, I didn't pay much attention to my wife, but I know she definitely prepared carefully as well. Once we were all ready, I noticed my wife looked exceptionally beautiful today. Although her outfit was her usual innocent style—a white fitted shirt under a sleeveless black vest, a dark red bow tie, and a dark red plaid midi skirt (the kind that reaches the knees, somewhat like the school uniform skirts in Japanese manga; my wife especially loves this style, but I don't know what to call it, haha)—it complemented her perfectly. It was clear she had put a lot of thought into it, so I couldn't help but compliment her a few times, which naturally made her happier. We
arrived at Fa Ge's house at four in the afternoon. Yan was preparing dinner, dressed casually in a tracksuit, but judging from her makeup and the contents of the meal, they had also put thought into it. After putting down the gifts, my wife went into the kitchen to help, while Fa Ge and I sat in the living room smoking and chatting. We probably both knew what was going on, so we kept quiet about what would happen that evening, mainly just watching financial news to pass the time. Dinner was ready, and everyone enjoyed it. As usual, we drank red wine. My wife seemed to have had a bit too much; her flushed cheeks added a touch of allure to her innocent charm. Yan's alcohol tolerance was decent, but under the influence of alcohol, her eyes became even more alluring and captivating.
We had a very enjoyable meal, chatting freely about everything under the sun. Brother Fa, being particularly good at telling jokes, made it past eight o'clock. Because of the pleasant atmosphere, Brother Fa glanced at the clock and casually remarked, "Oh, it's already eight o'clock. Why don't you stay out tonight? The house is big, it'll be convenient." Everyone understood the unspoken meaning, but it wouldn't be right not to say it explicitly. I playfully nudged my wife, and her face instantly turned bright red, all the way to her neck, making her look even more pitiful. Seeing that my wife didn't say anything, I said, "Then thank you for your trouble, Brother Fa. I'm sorry to have bothered you tonight." (Hehe, that's just the usual polite talk. Afterwards, Fa told me that the moment he saw my wife's outfit that day, his lower body became aroused, and he was practically unable to control himself. He ate the whole meal while in that state. I said, "And
I felt the same way when I saw Yan, hehe.") The two women needed to tidy up a bit, so Fa and I went to the study to look at the computer and research foreign exchange. To be honest, I didn't know what I was thinking at that moment. I'd been looking forward to it for so long, but now that it was almost time, I felt a little lost. Looking at the foreign exchange index, my mind was racing. At this point, Yan came over and asked if I wanted to take a shower first, and if I had brought any change of clothes. I could only say that I had showered before leaving, but October in Shanghai is neither too cold nor too hot, so I decided to take a shower anyway, mainly because I didn't want Yan to feel pressured. When I went into the bathroom, Yan gave me a pair of big shorts (the kind for playing basketball), saying they were new, bought by Fa but he hadn't had a chance to wear them yet.
I jokingly asked why she wasn't wearing a shirt. Yan smiled, and we chatted for a while before suddenly running out of things to say. To be honest, I felt incredibly awkward during that one-on-one conversation. I was genuinely worried about whether I'd be able to get an erection later. After a while of silence, Yan, seeing that nothing more was being said, simply told me to go wash up and left. I quickly washed up and went out, still wearing my own short-sleeved shirt, thinking it probably wouldn't be too dirty since I'd just changed. Yan was alone in the living room, so I went into the study. My husband wasn't there, and I didn't see my wife either. I went back to the living room and asked Yan where my wife was. Yan was also about to take a shower. For some reason, I felt an awkward atmosphere when we were alone together.
She simply said that my wife had also gone to take a shower. (Brother Fa's house has two bathrooms. I took a shower in the guest bathroom, so my wife must have taken a shower in the master bathroom.) I said "oh" and casually asked where Brother Fa was. Yan didn't say anything. Maybe she sensed that something was making her feel awkward. She paused for about five seconds. Just when I thought she hadn't heard my question and wasn't going to ask again, she suddenly said softly, "I went to take some clean clothes to Yun (let's take that as how they call my wife)."
My head suddenly went blank, I felt suffocated, and my heart was pounding. I tried my best to act normal, after all, Yan had just brought me clothes, and we weren't doing anything wrong. I said "Oh," and then pretended to wander towards the master bedroom. When I went in, I only saw Fa Ge's clothes thrown on the bed. He seemed to be in a real hurry. My wife's only clothes were stockings and a vest neatly folded to the side. I could hear water running in the bathroom, but I couldn't make out any other sounds. I really don't know what I was thinking at that moment. Hearing the water running through the bathroom made me feel indescribable.
I was also wondering why my wife let Fa Ge in. My wife later told me that when Yan asked her to go to the master bedroom to shower, she was looking for my clothes, saying she would bring them in. After bringing them in, she didn't come out until my wife was about to go in to shower, so she assumed I had showered with Yan. Later, she went into the bathroom, feeling a bit unhappy. The door was locked, but after she was halfway undressed, Brother Fa suddenly came in, saying he was bringing my wife some clothes. My wife was naturally scared; it was her first time being exposed to another man, and she didn't know what to do.
Then Brother Fa told my wife that Yan had already showered with me, so why didn't they shower together too? My wife said she really didn't know what to do at the time, and she didn't see Brother Fa leave, but the thought of showering with someone else and wondering what they might do made her feel a pang of jealousy, so she didn't refuse. Later, my wife said that she probably wanted to make me jealous, so from the moment she agreed to shower with Brother Fa, she deliberately obeyed him, doing whatever he asked. This is something that bothered me afterwards, but Brother Fa later told me that he and Yan had agreed to shower separately, which would be the start of the exchange. He didn't know that after he went into my wife's bathroom, Yan would come out out of embarrassment, which explained why Yan was so obviously embarrassed when she brought me the pants.
I believe everyone can guess what Brother Fa and my wife did in the bathroom. However, there was one thing: they didn't do it in the bathroom. I don't know why, but my wife said that Fa Ge never seemed to want to penetrate her. My wife couldn't possibly have asked for it herself,
could she? Fa Ge and my wife took a very long time showering (maybe it's just my imagination). When Yan came out, they still weren't done. I looked at Yan, who was wearing a silk nightgown, very comfortable because the air conditioning was on full blast. I think she realized I knew, and she felt a little embarrassed. Honestly, I felt awkward and didn't know how to start. At the same time, I could hear the sound of water in the bathroom, and the thought of my wife showering with someone else, that intertwined feeling, was really exciting.
So, I suddenly made a snap decision, grabbed Yan, and threw her onto the bed, feeling like I was going all in. Yan seemed a little unwilling, but I knew it was our first time, so I didn't dare to be too forceful. My movements became gentle, and Yan stopped resisting and slowly began to cooperate. We kissed for a long time on the bed, and when I felt Yan was no longer resistant, I pulled her up, took off my shirt, and sat on a sofa chair next to us. Yan seemed to know what I wanted to do, but she still seemed hesitant. So I pulled her to my side, pointed to the bathroom, and said, "Your husband's like this, why don't you satisfy me too?"
With a gentle push, I made her kneel in front of me. As Yan knelt down, she seemed to understand, stroking my lower body and slowly pulling down my pants, then putting her mouth on mine. To be honest, Yan's oral sex skills were decent, but still a bit lacking compared to my wife. At this moment, Fa Ge and my wife came out. Fa Ge was wearing beach shorts, and from a distance, you could see his erection sticking out high. Seeing my wife's clothes, I understood why Yan had only given me a pair of pants; the top was on my wife, but because it was a larger size and my wife is petite, it became a mini-dress. My wife's face was flushed, I don't know if it was from the alcohol or the shower, but she looked incredibly alluring. When they came out, Yan was using her mouth to stimulate my penis.
My wife watched us for a while. I didn't know what she was feeling, but after a while, she sat on the edge of the bed and helped Fa-ge take off his beach shorts, then started giving him oral sex. To be honest, watching my wife give oral sex to someone else made me feel a mix of bitterness and excitement. The moment she pulled down his beach shorts, I saw Fa-ge's penis, and honestly, it was a size I envied. My wife could fully grasp it with one hand, and her mouth couldn't even cover it completely. I only saw that my wife was giving him oral sex very seriously. First, she licked it all over like she was licking ice cream, then she covered it completely with her mouth, and she also moved her hands up and down, occasionally licking Fa-ge's testicles while he was panting. Fa-ge was probably enjoying it too much, and he kept making muffled growls. Later, he pushed my wife, and she lay down on the bed, her legs lifting up due to inertia. Fa-ge then took the opportunity to pull down her underwear. That's when I saw that my wife was wearing cartoon underwear, with a cartoon pig's head printed on it.
I've always found it exciting that my wife likes to wear underwear like that; it gives me that urge to humiliate her. Then, Fa Ge kept lifting my wife's legs and giving her oral sex, the kind where you push her thighs up to her chest, knees bent, and her genitals completely exposed. It was obvious my wife was enjoying the stimulation, and Fa Ge was very attentive, occasionally poking her genitals with his fingers. At that point, I was a little distracted, so I said to Yan, "Why don't you give me a blowjob?" Yan's breasts are really big, unlike my wife's, which are relatively small—I'm being honest. Yan then started diligently using her breasts to stimulate me. At this point, I saw Fa Ge whisper something in my wife's ear, and I thought they might be going to do it. I heard my wife say something like, "I've tried before," and then I saw Fa Ge whisper something more, followed by a soft chuckle from my wife, then she nodded and got up.
After Fa-ge got off my wife, he knelt on the bed, head down, buttocks sticking up high—the position women often assume for rear-entry. At first, I didn't react, but then I saw my wife climb behind Fa-ge and adjust her semi-reclined position to make herself more comfortable. At that moment, she glanced in my direction, her eyes filled with a seductive allure, which, combined with her innocent expression, excited me immensely. It was that glance that suddenly made me realize what Fa-ge might want my wife to do. Before I could react, my wife grabbed Fa-ge's buttocks and brought her face close. Clearly, I could see her lick Fa-ge's anus with her tongue, then, as if licking a cold drink, repeatedly lick from bottom to top. And from her expression, it was clear she was very focused.
I was incredibly aroused, because even I had never let my wife try this. As my wife licked, her hand slipped between Fa-ge's legs and grasped his genitals from behind, stroking them with her hand. Afterwards, I asked her how she came up with that idea, and she said Fa-ge taught her, but she said stroking with her hand was something she did involuntarily while licking. Seeing my strong reaction, Yan glanced at Fa-ge on the bed and said, "How about I lick it for you too?" I was a little embarrassed and asked how. Yan said, "Hold onto the bed, I'll kneel down and help you." So I held onto the bed, watching my wife lick someone else's anus up close, while simultaneously enjoying being licked myself. After a while, Fa-ge turned around, kneeling on the bed with his upper body straight, and my wife cooperated by bending down to continue giving him oral sex.
Watching this up close was incredibly exciting, and I could really see Chow Yun-fat's genitals clearly; they were really big. My wife was also giving him a very enthusiastic blowjob. Suddenly, I heard Chow Yun-fat's breathing become heavy. When my wife pulled his glans out, I could clearly see that the veins on his penis were bulging, and the glans was as red as a blood-filled ping-pong ball (maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but it really was huge, haha). Yan quietly told my wife that he hadn't done it for a month and couldn't take it anymore, so let him ejaculate first. My wife smiled, said "oh," and quickened her hand and mouth movements. Then Chow Yun-fat asked my wife where she wanted him to ejaculate, and my wife pulled his glans out and said, "Whatever you want, or maybe he can ejaculate on my hand." But Brother Fa insisted, "I'm going to ejaculate on your face," and then pinned my wife down, making her lie face up with his genitals pointed at her face. I knew my wife was terrified of having someone ejaculate on her face, so she tried to pull away. However, she knew a man couldn't stop when he was about to ejaculate, so she kept stroking Brother Fa's genitals.
But just as my wife climbed up a little, halfway up, Brother Fa ejaculated. Right in front of me, because my wife was sitting up with her face directly facing Brother Fa's genitals, his first wave of semen shot directly onto my wife's face—very forceful, fast, and plentiful. My wife was so startled that she screamed and instinctively froze. But as she screamed, a second wave of semen shot out, most of it going directly into her mouth, with a lot splattering on her face. Then Brother Fa ejaculated many more times. I was really surprised at how much he could ejaculate, as he kept moving forward while ejaculating on my wife's face, finally shoving it into her mouth.
What I saw next was a man who ejaculated all over my wife's face and forced her to perform oral sex on him with semen still on her face. Afterwards, my wife told me she didn't even have time to react and was forced to drink a lot of semen. There was so much that she could feel his genitals dripping semen after it was put in her mouth, and she couldn't spit it out. That's when she was forced to drink so much. My wife has never liked drinking semen, so hearing this made me feel both excited and uncomfortable. Actually, although it was called oral sex, my wife barely moved; it was all the man thrusting in and out of her mouth. After a while, he pulled his penis out, and my wife finally took a deep breath. I noticed that not only her face, but also her chest, shoulders, and hair were covered in semen.
At the time, I wondered why he ejaculated without penetration. Later, during our conversation, I learned that he and my wife had basically done everything except penetration in the shower, and he hadn't ejaculated for almost a month. He was already very sensitive, and in the bathroom, his penis was already incredibly aroused. Plus, as soon as I came out, I saw Yan giving me oral sex, and my wife's oral sex skills are indeed very high. She also knows how to use her hands to assist, and she suddenly became very attentive in bed. So, with all these factors combined, I ejaculated after only a few strokes with my wife. I thought to myself, "Brother Fa is really good; I can't hold back for a month." Although I had started storing up energy early, I still couldn't resist having sex with my wife during the National Day holiday.
After Brother Fa finished, my wife and he lay down to rest (my wife mainly caught her breath, she was holding back). At this point, I felt really excited, so I went to have sex with Yan. Yan didn't resist and let me climb on top of her. When I first penetrated her, she let out an "ah," a very beautiful but rather loud sound. This was different from my wife. Perhaps because of her personality, my wife is always embarrassed to shout loudly, even when she's very excited, she just moans softly, but it's very charming. After a couple of thrusts, I saw my wife get up from the side and go to the bathroom. I knew my wife wanted to wash up, after all, it's quite uncomfortable to have semen all over her face. Brother Fa watched for a while, then went into the bathroom.
To be honest, I felt a little uncomfortable with them around, but one thing I was certain of was my sex skills and stamina. No matter what, if I wanted, I could always control the duration of penetration to over an hour. So, at that time, I had a vengeful feeling of "you ejaculated on my wife's face, I'll make up for it with time." (This isn't bragging; my wife often begs for mercy after I've done her so well, but I just really enjoy going at it for a long time. However, if I can't control myself, I'll ejaculate in about ten minutes.) I penetrated Yan for a long time, but I just didn't want to ejaculate. Yan's moans were very loud, which I think greatly aroused Brother Fa in the bathroom. (Our conversation afterwards confirmed this.) While I was penetrating Yan from behind, Brother Fa and my wife came out. They had indeed been showering for quite a while, but I was still focused on penetrating Yan, though I kept wanting to get a good look at my wife (because I was facing away from the bathroom). At that moment,
I only heard my wife say, "Let's go next door, I feel a little uncomfortable." Then I heard them leave and close the door. I turned around and saw they were no longer in the room. After they left, I felt a pang of disappointment and became somewhat distracted. After a while, I felt an increasing sense of injustice (I don't know if my description is accurate, but it's somewhat similar; anyone with similar experiences can share). In a fit of anger, I became aggressive and began thrusting wildly into Yan, making her breasts jiggle violently (because my wife's breasts aren't as large as Yan's, the swaying of her breasts aroused me greatly). Her moans grew louder and louder, and finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated forcefully. I had intended to ejaculate into Yan's mouth, but I couldn't hold back and ejaculated inside her without pulling out.
Afterward, we lay together to rest for a while and quickly washed up. Seeing that it was quite late, I suggested we go to sleep. Yan agreed and fell asleep with me on their bed. My wife and Fa Ge were probably sleeping in the guest room; they didn't come over all night. I had sex with Yan again in the middle of the night because I kept hearing the sound of a Simmons mattress in the next room. After waking up, I got excited and started doing it. This time, I timed it well; I ejaculated during doggy style. Afterward, I had Yan give me oral sex
. The alcohol and excitement combined with my vigorous movements made me sleep very soundly that night, until almost 1 PM.
(I can actually sleep a lot; I can sleep all day.) I got dressed and went out of the room. Fa Ge and my wife were having lunch, both fully dressed, so you couldn't tell what had happened the night before. I asked Yan, and she said she received a phone call in the morning and had to go out at 10 AM. After lunch, since there was nothing else to do, we said goodbye. Fa Ge saw us downstairs and said we should come over often. I smiled and went home with my wife.
Thinking back on that day is incredibly exciting; every time I think about it, I can't help but ejaculate quickly. Later, I asked my wife a lot about what they did while I was away. At first, she wouldn't tell, but she couldn't resist my pleading, and although she was shy, she told me many details. Of course, she probably already knew that if she hadn't told me, I could have found out from Fa-ge. There were also some things I learned later:
After Fa-ge ejaculated for the first time, my wife went into the bathroom to shower, and Fa-ge followed her in. My wife was initially upset when she saw me having sex with her, and wanted to hide in the bathroom for a while, but after Fa-ge came in, he helped her shower. My wife didn't really care anymore; she'd already showered once and then been covered in his semen, so she felt a bit resigned (that's her exact words), and asked Fa-ge to help her shower again. After Fa-ge finished, naturally, at his request, she washed his penis again (it had already been washed the first time they showered together). My wife told me that his penis, which had been a little soft, slowly became hard again while washing.
After they finished washing, Fa-ge actually asked if it was clean. My wife smiled and said it should be clean. Chow Yun-fat asked his wife to check it carefully. After a while, she said she had checked and it was quite clean. Chow Yun-fat then said, "Let's taste it to see if it's still clean." His wife said she was amused by Chow Yun-fat's words. It turned out he was trying to get her to give him oral sex, and she had thought it really wasn't clean enough. So she diligently started licking him. While he was in her mouth, his penis became hard and erect again. The oral sex was going well, but then Chow Yun-fat said something. He said he needed to "pee" (Chow Yun-fat's exact words). His wife spat it out, said "Oh," and then said, "Then go 'pee' yourself" (also his exact words).
At this point, Fa-ge said he wanted to urinate on his wife. His wife was startled (I was startled too, as I'd never tried this with her before) and immediately stood up, saying, "How can you do that?" Fa-ge tried to persuade her, but seeing he couldn't convince her, he didn't insist. Later, after washing and touching her for a while, they heard Yan's moans outside very loudly. His wife said she felt uncomfortable hearing it. Then Fa-ge asked his wife to give him oral sex. Without thinking much, she knelt down and started giving him oral sex. Although she was giving Fa-ge oral sex, her ears were filled with Yan's moans, and her mind was preoccupied with what she was doing, so she didn't pay attention to Fa-ge.
His wife said that later, Fa-ge suddenly started groaning loudly, and his breathing became heavier, so she thought he might be having anal sex again. She busied herself with her mouth and hands, and then Fa-ge told her to keep her mouth covered and not to remove it. Although his wife didn't want to be ejaculated into her mouth, seeing how engrossed Fa-ge was, she just gave a soft "hmm" (a detail Fa-ge told me). His wife said that the noise outside was very loud, and she was genuinely a little distracted. Suddenly, she felt a hot stream of water shooting from her mouth down her throat. Startled, she thought Chow Yun-fat had ejaculated again and quickly tightened her gag. But the taste and texture felt different from the semen she usually tasted (her words). She admitted that her mind was elsewhere, and although she sensed something was wrong, she didn't immediately realize what was happening.
As the stream continued to shoot down her throat, she suddenly realized what was happening, but her mouth was already full of Chow Yun-fat's urine. In a panic, she quickly opened her mouth and spat out his genitals, but in that instant, because she didn't catch her breath properly, she swallowed a large mouthful, and the rest flowed down her face and onto her clothes. But Chow Yun-fat didn't stop; even with his genitals outside, he continued to urinate on her. Since she was kneeling on the ground while giving him oral sex, Chow Yun-fat, positioned high above her, urinated all over her face and hair. She said that Chow Yun-fat's ejaculation lasted a very long time, and he even used his hands to control the flow, urinating onto her face and breasts. Later, I asked my wife if she was still angry. She said she was initially unhappy, since who would willingly drink something like that? But then, because it took so long for Fa-ge to finish, she was just trying to hide (Fa-ge said there wasn't much room for her to hide, and a shower room isn't that big, so she just squatted in a corner with her hands covering her face). After he finished, her anger somehow subsided, probably because she heard the noise outside. More than that, what I was doing outside affected her more.
That night, after we slept in separate rooms, my wife said that Fa-ge did it to her three times. Once, Fa-ge wanted to ejaculate inside her, but she refused, so he used a condom (I guess I got lucky here, I didn't use one, haha). The other two times, she was woken up after falling asleep, and he ejaculated on her face. My wife said Fa-ge seemed to particularly like ejaculating on faces. Later, I asked Fa-ge, and he said he wasn't usually like that, but for some reason, he had a strong urge to ejaculate on my wife's face. Why do I say "at night"? Because the next morning, after they got dressed, they saw I was still sleeping. My wife chatted with Yan and watched TV in the living room, while Fa Ge went online. Later, Yan received a phone call and went out to run errands, and Fa Ge took the opportunity to have sex with my wife again.
My wife said she didn't want to do it this time, but Fa Ge was very forceful. He didn't take off her coat or skirt, and just pulled off her underwear. He had sex with her on the living room sofa. My wife said she was lying on the sofa when Fa Ge forcefully penetrated her from behind. She really hoped I could stop him, but I didn't, until Fa Ge ejaculated. But my wife said she didn't know why she wasn't angry with Fa Ge at the time, and she told the truth that it felt really good during sex. But when asked if she would go back to them, my wife refused, saying that she would only agree to it once, and there would never be a second time. Because she really didn't want to be stripped naked and played with by other men.
This is my whole experience, which I've been writing for many days. Actually, I didn't write this as a pornographic piece; I just wanted to share my honest feelings and offer some advice. Frankly, I think this kind of swapping shouldn't be forced. When looking for a partner, you can't be impulsive; you need sincerity, but it also needs to stand the test of time.
You shouldn't have a heart to harm others, but you can't be without a heart to guard against them. I think a health certificate is essential because this kind of thing is supposed to be fun for everyone, but who can guarantee nothing will go wrong? This isn't about distrusting the other person, but about being responsible for yourself. Being responsible for yourself is also being responsible for the other person. Of course, you also need identification (at least proof that you're a couple; we showed Brother Fa photos from different periods to prove our authenticity, and Brother Fa inviting us to his home was the greatest trust and proof of that). Also, I don't think marriage certificates are reliable; these days, everything can be fake. So what I want to say is that if you want to participate in this kind of game, you need to follow the rules, don't always deceive, and don't always have ulterior motives. Sincerity, trust, and kindness are the most beautiful things in this world.
I've written quite a bit, but there are still many details I haven't covered. I hope readers will understand. However, I've tried to describe my most memorable experiences in as much detail as possible. If you find my writing too long or verbose, please forgive me. If you feel there are too many things I haven't explained clearly, or the plot jumps too quickly, please contact me. We can exchange ideas more often. This is my first article, and I hope you enjoy it.
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PS: To be honest, I don't know if there are any violations in this article. If there are, please kindly revise it for me. I didn't mean any harm; I just wanted to truthfully record my experience. Honestly, it's been a long time coming up, haha. I hope you enjoy my article. Thank you.

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