We've been married for 10 years, and our son is 8—a happy family of three. As time passed, our married life transitioned from the initial passion to the excitement after having a child, gradually becoming bland and tasteless. Ten years, it sounds so long, yet it feels so short. We went from being vibrant youths to approaching middle age in the blink of an eye. Time washes everything away, leaving us with only the marks of the years. We are no longer young, no longer passionate. What remains is a formulaic life routine: home—work—home. The content is also monotonous: elderly parents, children, and the daily necessities of life. The sex life we once looked forward to has lost its former spark. It's like the three daily meals we must eat—bland and uninteresting, yet we have to eat them. Perhaps this is the so-called visual fatigue! In bed, we are like two familiar strangers, moving mechanically without any desire, as if our son is reluctantly completing homework assigned by his teacher—a bit unwilling, yet unable to avoid it. Perhaps this is life!
It cannot be denied that, in these uneventful days, both of us inevitably began making some little moves. In fact, we could both feel it. Although we both hid it well, after all we had been husband and wife for 10 years, and we could each sense some subtle and hard-to-notice changes. It was just that, for the sake of the family, neither of us had broken that layer of window paper. As for exactly what stage it had developed to, each of us knew in our own hearts; no one mentioned it, and no one stopped it. However, one thing was the same: neither of us would do anything to hurt our family.
We've been married for 10 years, and our son is 8—a happy family of three. As time passed, our married life transitioned from the initial passion to the excitement after having a child, gradually becoming bland and tasteless. Ten years, it sounds so long, yet it feels so short. We went from being vibrant youths to approaching middle age in the blink of an eye. Time washes everything away, leaving us with only the marks of the years. We are no longer young, no longer passionate. What remains is a formulaic life routine: home—work—home. The content is also monotonous: elderly parents, children, and the daily necessities of life. The sex life we once looked forward to has lost its former spark. It's like the three daily meals we must eat—bland and uninteresting, yet we have to eat them. Perhaps this is the so-called visual fatigue! In bed, we are like two familiar strangers, moving mechanically without any desire, as if our son is reluctantly completing homework assigned by his teacher—a bit unwilling, yet unable to avoid it. Perhaps this is life!
It cannot be denied that, in these uneventful days, both of us inevitably began making some little moves.
Actually, we could all feel it in each other. Although we all hid it well, after all we had been husband and wife for 10 years, and each of us could perceive some subtle, hard-to-notice changes in the other. It was just for the sake of the family that no one had broken that layer of window paper. How far things had developed was clear in each person’s own heart, and no one mentioned it or stopped it. However, there was one thing in common: neither side would do anything to hurt our family.
On a sunny Sunday afternoon in early summer, we sat at home drinking tea and chatting aimlessly. I don’t know who brought it up first, but we talked about our current state of life. Unexpectedly, we were both so frank and so serious, as if we had agreed on it beforehand. Time passed minute by minute, and we talked for a full four hours. Looking back on our ten years of life together, we finally came to the same conclusion: we needed to improve our married life and rediscover some of the passion from before, even if just a little! We agreed to both take leave and not go to work on Monday. After sending the children to school, we would drive to a hot spring resort in the suburbs, soak in the hot spring, relax, and enjoy some time alone together.
Monday, everything went as planned. Around noon, we arrived at the hot spring resort in the suburbs. After a casual lunch, we checked into our room. The guest room was in a connected villa style, a single-story building with one bedroom and one living room. The backyard had a semi-open-air hot spring pool, quite large, enough to accommodate four people for a soak, surrounded by high walls. Perhaps because it was Monday, there were very few people. Everything around felt so quiet and cozy. We took off our clothes, got into the hot spring, squinted our eyes, and comfortably enjoyed the soothing feeling of our bodies being caressed by the warm spring water. I opened my eyes and looked at my naked wife soaking in the pool. I hadn't looked at her so carefully in a long time. Her body had gained some weight; due to childbirth, there was a bit of extra flesh on her lower abdomen. Time spares no one! However, what comforted me was that my wife's skin was still as fair as before. Although her breasts and buttocks had sagged somewhat, they still maintained considerable fullness. My wife is 1.65 meters tall, weighs 120 jin (approx. 60 kg), a typical married woman's figure. I squinted my eyes again, wanting to savor the sight of my completely naked wife in detail. My wife was lying in the pool water with her eyes closed, resting. Sensing that I was looking at her, she slowly opened her eyes. Seeing me staring at her intently, she smiled slightly, with a hint of mischief that was hard to detect, and said, 'What are you thinking about?' I opened my eyes wide and looked directly at her, whispering, 'Making love!' 'I knew you were thinking of doing something naughty!' my wife retorted softly in a coquettish tone. I chuckled a couple of times, feeling a reaction in the lower part of my body. After a moment of silence, just a few seconds, my wife crawled to my side, put her arms around my neck, her eyes shining a bit, and said in a voice only the two of us could hear, 'Hey! Hubby! Let's do it in the water. We've never done it in water before; it must be really exciting!' I didn't say anything, just smiled and looked at her, seeing her face flush slightly.
I lowered my head, used my hand to lift her breast, and unconsciously my lips enveloped a large nipple and began to suck.
After soaking in the hot spring water, I felt my wife's breasts had swollen, and her skin had turned much redder—no! Much pinker and more tender. I greedily sucked on her nipples, which had enlarged from breastfeeding, watching her areolas slowly turn red. While sucking, I kneaded her other breast with my hand. In a short while, my wife began to feel it, letting out soft moans, 'Oh! Oh! Oh...!' I kissed and sucked on the body that was once so familiar.
My wife became aroused, unknowingly straddling me in the water with her legs, her hands holding my head, her lips whispering in my ear: 'Husband! I want it!' Immediately after, without another word, she reached one hand into the water, grabbed my already excited penis, lifted her body slightly, then forcefully sat down, sending my penis deep inside her, while I heard my wife's suppressed exclamation: 'Oh! My god!' Perhaps being in an unfamiliar environment and afraid of being heard, my wife controlled her voice. By now, I could feel my wife was completely aroused, she had closed her eyes, moving up and down skillfully and in默契, her two full breasts bouncing before my eyes and near my mouth with her movements. I truly felt that long-lost excitement filling my whole body, the warm spring water surrounding us, our entire lower bodies submerged in water. I propped myself up with my elbows on the steps by the poolside, letting my upper body float above the water, my feet on the pool bottom, striving to meet each of my wife's forceful thrusts. 'Ah! Ah! Ah!...' While enjoying this rare pleasure, my wife also continuously let out familiar, exciting moans. However, even now, my wife still tried to control her volume, after all, it wasn't the随意 environment of her own home. I was already feeling a bit飘飘然, to the point of forgetting myself.
Screw it, no one knows us anyway. Who can stop a married couple from having sex? I thought to myself! Then I whispered to my wife: 'Baby, louder, louder!' Encouraged, or perhaps because a long-suppressed pleasure had finally, and rarely, arrived, she let loose without restraint, releasing sounds from deep in her throat—no, from deep within her soul, an instinctive outburst. 'Oh! Oh! Oh!...' My wife began to moan loudly. Such volume was a first in our 10 years of marriage. She had cast everything aside. The rhythm of her moans grew faster and faster, and gradually her movements did too, each thrust more powerful than the last! I knew my wife's climax was approaching. I also felt my own long-accumulated power wanting to erupt at this beautiful moment. 'Slap! Slap! Slap!...' The crisp sound of two bodies connecting mixed with our unrestrained cries, weaving into a beautiful, melodious tune that continuously drifted into our ears, striking our eardrums, stimulating our nerves. As if driven by a powerful force, I matched the rhythm of my wife's up-and-down movements, thrusting forcefully inside her. The warm pool of water around us also became lively under our influence, constantly stirring up small waves around our bodies. At the same time, I opened my mouth and clamped onto one of the firm, erect nipples swaying before my eyes, sucking frantically. I alternated between both nipples, sucking them hard. Just as she was about to reach her peak, I gently, ever so gently, nibbled her nipples with my teeth. 'Ah!
'Honey, I can't take it anymore!' My wife cried out loudly, and I also felt a primitive force deep inside about to erupt. I quickened the rhythm of my thrusts inside her and increased the intensity. Not long after, accompanied by our passionate cries, an exhilarating electric current surged through our bodies. We once again experienced the pleasure of reaching climax together, something we hadn't felt in a long time. My wife held my head, lying on my body, breathing heavily. But our bodies didn't separate; my penis remained inside her. About half a minute later, I saw a thick, white liquid drift out from where our bodies joined, slowly dispersing and gradually melting into the warm pool water. Shortly after, my wife gestured for me to sit by the poolside. I slowly pulled my penis out of her, and she softly moaned, 'Oh!' I got up and sat by the poolside, and my flushed penis surfaced. Strangely, although my penis had just gone through an intense battle and seemed somewhat limp, it didn't retreat and shrink as usual. Instead, it maintained its original length, as if catching its breath while waiting for its master's call at any moment. My wife also noticed this subtle change and seemed very excited. Suddenly, my wife faced me, squatted into the water, grabbed my penis with both hands, took it into her mouth, and began giving me oral. Honestly, after so many years of marriage, my wife's oral skills have become quite proficient. However, at this moment, in this place and scene, I felt an inexplicable excitement I had never experienced before. My wife kept changing her oral techniques, and I also noticed her submerged body trembling slightly. After about 10 minutes, my penis stood proudly before my wife again. Suddenly, my wife sprang up from the pool, quickly ran into the room, and before I fully realized what was happening, she came out with a large towel from the shower area. Years of默契 made me immediately understand her intention. We smiled at each other, and as she spread the towel by the poolside, I stepped out of the water and stood by the edge. We proceeded silently without words. Perhaps now, any words would be superfluous. My wife spread the towel, knelt on it with her back to me, hands on the ground, shamelessly raising her buttocks high, presenting her lush meadow before my eyes, like prey waiting for the hunter's疯狂掠夺!
It also seemed as if she were making an alluring, seductive tease toward me. I knelt on one knee behind her, one hand supporting her plump hips and pressing down on them. She then adjusted her posture, letting her waist sink down; now the position was just right. My other hand held my penis, once again rising with fighting spirit, aiming at the peach-blossom entrance that had already slightly parted from moisture. I gently thrust my waist forward, and 『sizzle!』 the entire penis completely entered my wife’s body. Hearing my wife let out a low moan: 『Mm!』, what followed was another passionate, thoroughly satisfying marital battle. After my wife reached climax and babbled incoherently, I too came in a gush. Such pleasure! It felt like a memory from long ago, and now it seemed as fresh as ever. My wife collapsed weakly on the bath towel, as if still savoring the wonderful moment just now. I too was drained of strength; my penis had helplessly drooped down and shriveled like a deflated ball. After resting a bit, we soaked in the hot spring for a while, then got up and returned to the room, took a shower, and lay in bed embracing each other. We really did feel a bit tired, and also a little sleepy. But once lying in bed, it seemed we still couldn’t fall asleep right away; so, still holding each other, in a state between dreaming and waking, we reminisced in dreamlike voices about the wonderful moments just past, looking forward to slowly drifting into sleep amid the chaos. Suddenly, as if guided by some ghostly impulse, I blurted out: 『In such a great environment, if there had been another couple playing with us just now, that would have been even more perfect!』 As soon as the words left my mouth, I immediately realized I had misspoken; with a jolt, all sleepiness vanished. However, words once spoken are like water spilled on the ground, impossible to take back. I thought what awaited me would be a merciless scolding from my wife. I stood there dumbly, speechless, feeling as if time and air had both frozen.
However, my wife showed no reaction and didn't speak. After an unknown amount of time, she turned her face to me, breaking the silence, and said in a very gentle and serene tone, 'Do you really think so?' I widened my eyes and nodded at her. Unexpectedly, she smiled. 'Do you want to play a wife-swapping game?' my wife said with a slightly coquettish tone. I replied, 'I had that thought, just now!'
But how did you know about "wife swapping"?
The wife laughed, looking particularly smug: 'You often visit Couple 123, did you think I didn't know?' Another smile, with a slight hint of laughter.
The wife said slowly: 'I don't object!' This time it was my turn to be speechless. I sat up abruptly and said solemnly: 'Really?' The wife looked at me, her eyes confirming as she nodded. Haha, truly 'searching far and wide with no success, yet obtaining it effortlessly without any trouble.' I couldn't help feeling secretly delighted! What others couldn't get despite exhausting their words, I obtained so easily. At this moment, I even doubted everything my ears heard! We were completely free of sleepiness and began discussing fervently. We talked a lot and shared our respective views on this matter, finally reaching a consensus. Of course, we also set a few rules. Without affecting the family, we could look for couples with similar desires to enjoy sexual pleasure together; the other party must be a genuine couple with proper jobs or long-term partners; they must be physically healthy; if their physical health is confirmed, condoms may not be used; and we don't object to the four of us playing together. As we talked, an inexplicable excitement surged in our hearts, and unconsciously, my penis swelled up again...
Next, of course, was another fierce battle.
As the sun set in the west, we got up and headed home, merging into the flow of traffic and crowds with a sense of anticipation. We were all looking forward to turning a new page in our lives. Walking home, we remained silent. But I knew both of us were now emotionally stirred, with countless thoughts swirling, not knowing what kind of scene awaited us ahead. After a day of indulgence in the hot springs, we returned to that familiar yet dull reality, playing the roles that belonged to each of us. Picking up the child from school, returning home, eating dinner as routine, watching our son study, settling him to sleep, we also returned to our warm and comfortable bed. Leaning against the headboard, I read the newspaper, my wife read a book. Usually we would casually chat about trivial matters or news, but today we were both silent. I flipped through the day's newspaper aimlessly, the pages full of text but I didn't take in a single word, I don't know why, I just felt my mind was chaotic, without a single clear thought. In the end, it was I who broke the silence. I turned to my wife and asked, 'Do you think it's okay?' My wife seemed to immediately understand my meaning. Perhaps she, like me, had a chaotic mind, and reading was just a pretense. My wife put down the book in her hand, looked at me, blinked her eyes, thought for a moment and replied, 'I don't know either!' 'Then do you want to?' I continued to ask. 'Hmm..., how to put it? I kind of want to, but I'm also scared!' 'Scared of what?' I asked her, though in my heart, wasn't I also a bit worried? My wife thought for a while. Then I saw a faint blush appear on her face, no longer as tender as a young girl's, and she answered softly, 'I can't really explain it clearly either!' Yeah!
The word "afraid" is so simple and clear, and yet at this moment, the meaning contained in those two words is so rich; it is hard to put into words, and it feels as if a lead weight is pressing on my heart, heavy and suffocating. Could it be that ten years of weathering wind and rain together could be crushed so easily by the war chariot of desire? I don't know!
I don’t know! I really don’t know! But there is one thing I do know: in our hearts there is a door, and we all want to open it, want to see what kind of world is behind it, hoping that a ray of bright sunlight will drift out from behind the door and dispel the life that seems to be shrouded in dark clouds right now. After thinking for a long time, I broke the silence again. ‘What do you think we should do next?’ ‘What do you think?’ This time my wife didn’t think before answering directly. ‘How about we try?’ After another silence, my wife said after a moment, ‘Let’s first look around and see. What do you think?’ ‘Okay!’ After getting my wife’s approval, I answered with excitement and enthusiasm. I casually threw the newspaper onto the floor beside the bed, sat up, and asked, ‘How are we supposed to look? Should you look or should I look?’ My wife smiled slightly; this was the first time tonight she had shown a smile. With a shy, coquettish tone, she said, ‘This is something men do. Why ask me? I’d be embarrassed to do it!’ After speaking, she put down the book in her hands, turned over, and went to sleep. Hey!
Clearly it's a matter for two people, how did it become my business alone? That's what I thought, but a faint, almost imperceptible smile still appeared on my face. I got up, turned off the light, and in the darkness, looking at my already sleeping wife, I smiled again. Although it was a smile, a complex feeling also welled up in my heart. Whatever, let's sleep first. No matter what, today still brought unexpected gains. Tired, really tired! Several youthful indulgences left us utterly exhausted. With our beautiful hopes for the new page that tomorrow would unfold, we fell into a deep, sweet sleep. That night, we both slept soundly and peacefully. The next day, as usual, we hurriedly rushed to work.
But in my heart I felt a trace of freshness and ease. I walked briskly into the office and immediately turned on the computer. Normally, I would definitely first brew a cup of strong tea, open the newspaper, and dawdle for ages.
On the Married Couples 123 website, I checked membership and carried out a string of operations skillfully. Soon, I searched out a pile of related information. I hadn’t expected it to be this easy. Using spare time from work, I sorted through a lot of related information. Without much effort, I found a QQ group for couples making friends in our city. I hadn’t expected so many people to have this hobby? But which ones were real? Which ones were fake? It looks like this would still require a period of careful work! Never mind it; since we’ve stepped onto this road, let’s keep going. No matter whether it’s good or bad, let’s try it first. I immediately sent a message to the group admin, stating that we were a sincere couple and wanted to try making friends with other couples. After a long wait, luckily, the admin replied to me. We chatted, and after confirming my sincerity, the other side asked me to send a photo of the two of us as a couple. I promptly sent a photo stored on my computer of us together. It was very simple: he approved my request and reminded me of a few matters needing attention. I was so excited it was beyond words, but at the same time I also felt extremely nervous; after all, it was the first time in my life. I felt my heart rise to my throat, my breathing was rapid, my face flushed red, and even the hand holding the teacup was trembling a little. However, driven by a huge force and by my own desires, I forgot everything else. There were indeed quite a lot of people in the group, but not many were online. I impatiently looked through each friend’s profile; hehe, there were all kinds of things written there, it was really interesting. I steadied myself a little and, at lightning speed, sent friend-making messages to every online or offline friend. I waited with great anticipation for their replies! Very quickly, there was some response, and I enthusiastically started chatting with them. As for what we talked about, I think everyone has experienced it; nothing more than age, height, looks, and so on, and of course, our respective thoughts about swapping. But after chatting for a long time, I found that there didn’t seem to be many sincere people who matched our requirements. In fact, up to now, I still didn’t really know what kind of person would meet our requirements. I was just chatting with them based on an intuitive feeling, feeling very nervous, but putting on a very casual appearance. Time passed minute by minute, yet there was no result, leaving my hot and active heart feeling disappointed. At that moment, several hot-blooded young guys in their twenties kept sending me messages and asking me to send them photos. What kind of nonsense was this? I was getting a little angry! So young—have they even grown all their pubic hair? Coming here to mingle, how could they possibly be couples? Only later did I realize these kids had come here to find couples to play 3P with, but we didn’t want that. I ignored them, drank tea, stayed busy with my work, and at the same time quietly waited. About an hour later, I heard the computer make a “dong! dong! dong!” sound, as if someone were knocking on a door; I knew someone had come online. I didn’t look up, and kept busy with my work. Suddenly, “di! di! di!” the computer on the desk made a crisp, pleasant sound; someone had sent me a message. I subconsciously glanced at the computer screen, and the friend who had just come online (hereafter I’ll call him Mr. A) sent me a message through private chat in the group. I then put down my work, clicked the mouse, and a short line appeared before my eyes: “Are you new here?” I immediately checked his profile; he was 2 years younger than me, not bad! My intuition told me this person was suitable. I quickly replied: “Mm! I just came today,” and then we started talking. At first, it repeated the content mentioned earlier, but as we chatted on, the atmosphere became lively. We learned about each other’s situations and thoughts, and felt much more familiar; our words also became more open, even blunt, and I learned that they were already very experienced. “Do you have video?” he suddenly asked. I said: “No, I’m at my workplace, no video.” “Then do you have photos?” Again asking for photos? I immediately asked back: “Do you have any?” “We have video. If you send us photos, I can show you our video.” Huh?!
Great! Great! My brain immediately got excited, and my mood became tense. Is this real? Could it be that many of yesterday's fantasies are about to become reality? My mind was racing, but my hands didn't stop. I found what I considered the best photo of the two of us on my computer and sent it to him. Soon, the other party opened a video, and I saw a man about my age who looked very sharp. 'See it?' he asked. 'Yes, yes,' I quickly replied, feeling incredibly excited, even a bit at a loss for words. 'Want to see my wife?' he asked. 'Yes!' I answered without hesitation. Heh, who wouldn't? After chatting for so long, isn't this what we've been waiting for? Moments later, Mr. A's wife appeared on the screen—a voluptuous woman, who I felt was a bit fuller than my wife. I excitedly widened my eyes, afraid to miss any detail. I greedily—now that I think about it, I was indeed greedy—looked her over. Damn it, why is this video window so small? Who invented this? Can't they invent a bigger window? I cursed inwardly. The woman in the video appeared mature and composed. 'How does she look?' the other party spoke. Hehe! This was the first time in my life examining someone with an ulterior, explicit purpose. To be honest, I do prefer women on the fuller side, and the one in the video indeed met my aesthetic standards. I said, 'Good, quite nice!'
Then, I chatted with A's wife. I'll keep the content of our conversation confidential, as it's really not appropriate to narrate here. After about a quarter of an hour, A returned to the screen and interrupted our talk. 'You've already seen us,' A said. 'Yes, yes,' I quickly replied. A continued, 'We've also seen your photos, and they look good too. Go home and discuss it with your wife. After all, you're newcomers; communicate well among yourselves first, and we'll contact again tomorrow!' 'Okay, okay!' I answered flustered, feeling not yet fully recovered from the earlier excitement, still wanting more! The first chat ended like that. After work, I drove home quickly, weaving through the congested traffic, completely forgetting my usual complaints about traffic jams, only thinking of getting home fast. When I got home, my wife had already picked up our child. Seeing my slightly flushed face, she was a bit surprised. Why was I sweating? Not like my usual style! My wife seemed to understand something and gave me a look, which I immediately understood. She didn't ask anything, and we went about everything as usual. Once in bed, I described the day's events to her in detail. My wife listened attentively, her face occasionally flushing with a familiar blush. When I mentioned some of my naughty thoughts, my wife blushed, lowered her head, and stopped looking at me. She was shy—a demeanor I knew so well ten years ago, yet after a decade, it felt both familiar and strange. It felt like I had recovered something I had lost. I grew excited. I stared at my wife, who still kept her head down, not looking at me. I could feel her face was warm. After a moment of silence, I suddenly erupted. My hands somewhat roughly but skillfully tore off my wife's nightgown. My wife looked at me in surprise. 'What are you doing?' Before she could finish speaking, I had already stripped her naked. What am I doing? Need you ask? What can a couple do in bed? I forcefully turned her over; my wife faced away from me, lying prone on the bed. Amid my nearly rough actions, she quickly adjusted her posture—after all, we're husband and wife, able to achieve perfect harmony in an instant. I raised my already erect penis, aimed at her secret entrance, and—squelch!—the penis plunged in entirely. 'Ah!!!' my wife cried out, her head sinking into the pillow. I wondered if our son next door heard. Damn! Without foreplay, my wife's vagina was unexpectedly lubricated, which I hadn't anticipated. Had she already been fantasizing earlier? I didn't dwell on it and continued my actions. I reached my hands to my wife's chest, grasping the breasts I had held countless times, kneading them forcefully. I leaned over her back, thrusting inside her as if venting. 'Ah!'
Ah! Ah! ..." From the moment I entered her body, my wife had not stopped moaning. After a burst of fierce close combat, with another cry from us, we both reached the long-missed climax at the same time. After resting for a moment, my wife weakly complained, "What’s wrong with you today?" What was wrong? Did she even need to ask? Wasn’t that asking the obvious? I chuckled. Seeing my somewhat mischievous smile, my wife lightly punched me with her fist, then turned and got out of bed to go to the bathroom. I also got out of bed, tiptoed to the doorway of my son’s room, gently pushed the door open, and saw my son’s sleeping face. I smiled faintly, closed the door, and returned to my own bed. Another fragrant, sound sleep!
Waking up in the morning, starting a busy day, seeing my wife's somewhat radiant face, the gloom that had accumulated in my heart over recent years lessened considerably. From then on, I added another self-imposed task to my routine – chatting online. Arriving at the office, the first task was no longer making tea, but turning on the computer and going online. As agreed, I met A-kun on QQ again. Today, we greeted each other like old friends. He asked how last night's discussion went, I said OK, he was very happy, and we agreed that both couples would have a phone call together in the evening. Ah! My mood was truly舒畅, and work felt much lighter. In the afternoon, holding my teacup, leaning against the office window, watching the endless stream of cars and the busy crowds below, I became thoughtful. People, how strange they are! Humans have desires, but when is there an end to these desires? Always neatly dressed, appearing proper and respectable, yet how bizarre and unspeakable are the depths of their hearts? What awaits us? Passion? Thrills? Or satisfaction? But after satisfaction, what then? What else? Could there be danger? Could there be disease? Could families be torn apart...? I dare not think, I dare not continue thinking. The masses of people below, what are you thinking? How do you live? Do you also, like me, have such unspeakable secrets?
After getting off work, I still hurried home. Something was on my mind. I also wanted to quickly tell her the result of my talk with A-jun, and hoped she would also accept the promise I had made. After eating dinner carelessly, I took the chance while washing dishes in the kitchen to quickly and simply tell my wife about the outcome of my conversation with A-jun during the workday, and told her that A-jun and his wife wanted to have a phone call with us together. My wife listened to my account while washing the dishes, and in the end, with her head lowered, she let out a little snicker. At that moment I already understood; there was no need to wait for her answer. I already had the result. After finishing the housework and arranging my child's studies, I took my wife's hand and said: "Come on, let's go take a walk for a while!" My wife said nothing. She picked up my mobile phone from the coffee table, took my arm, and went out with me. In early summer, the gentle warm breeze, mixed with the faint fragrance of various plants, brushed across our faces, so warm and comfortable. It had been a very, very long time since we had walked hand in hand like this, and I couldn't help feeling a little wistful. The passing years had already made us feel that our youth was gone, and bits and pieces of memories from the past slowly rose up in our hearts. We didn't immediately call A-jun and his wife. First we walked arm in arm along the paths of the residential compound, discussing seriously and honestly. "Have you thought it through?" my wife asked seriously. "I've thought about it, but as for whether I've really thought it through, I can't say yet. I really want to experience that novel and exciting feeling. In the past we paid too much attention to the practical aspects of life and neglected our spiritual feelings. People our age seem to have experienced a lot, but we've never truly taken ourselves seriously." I answered just as seriously.
"Then are you ready?" my wife went on to ask. After a little thought, I replied: "I've given this a lot of thought these past two days. If both sides can be honest with each other, I think I can still accept it. I do really want to try it. What about you? What do you think?" "I... I can't really say yet. I don't mind trying, but I'm afraid I'll be too embarrassed by then, and afraid you won't be able to accept it." I smiled at my wife and said: "Personally, I don't have any worries about this matter itself. We're an old married couple already, so what wouldn't be acceptable? As long as you're willing, I don't have any problem." My wife also smiled back at me and said: "I want to try it too, but I don't know what the result will be." I still kept smiling and answered: "Heh heh, don't think so much. Just take it as a kind of passionate game we're playing!" My wife was a little shy and, hugging my arm tightly, whispered: "I'm just embarrassed, that's all! Doing that with a strange man—how could I possibly have no worries?" After hearing her out, I raised my head and, for some reason, wore a bad little smile of satisfaction... Time passed quickly, and before long it was past eight in the evening. I said: "Call them!" "Okay," my wife replied very simply. She took out her mobile phone and handed it to me. I took the phone and suddenly felt inexplicably nervous, my movements a little flustered. I knew that from this moment on, we were about to open a door that was so tempting to us, and we were about to enter that door and explore the world behind it; we would also be transformed in that world. Transformed into what? I still didn't know. Maybe only after being tempered by fire can one be reborn. I dialed A-jun's number, and they answered very quickly, as if they had been waiting all along. "Hello? Is this A-jun? Hi!" "It's me. Are you Qin Yong? Hello to you too!" We exchanged greetings. "Are you all there?" A-jun asked first. "We're all here!" I replied. Suddenly I was at a loss for words. Although I could answer gracefully when facing a computer, when I faced the phone receiver I actually didn't know what to say. I fell silent for quite a while, and I felt the other side was waiting too; what kind of mood they were waiting in, I couldn't quite tell. "Have you discussed it properly?" After a long while, A-jun broke the silence first. "Mm, we've discussed it!" I answered in a firm tone. "Then talk with my wife first!" I heard A-jun pass the phone to his wife. At that moment I immediately felt a wave of heat surge from my heart and gradually spread to my brain, and my face was hot too. All the questions and lines I had thought of before had been completely forgotten. I asked incoherently about some unrelated topics. My wife kept tightly holding my arm, pressing her head close to my ear, trying to clearly hear any sound from the other end of the line. I was really so nervous that I didn't know what to say or what to ask. It felt like, on the other end, A-jun's wife was chatting very calmly and skillfully. My wife nudged me, signaling that she wanted to say a few words, and I immediately said: "Let my wife talk with you!" "Sure!" came the other party's calm reply. I handed the phone to my wife, and she took it and excitedly struck up a conversation with the other side.
I never expected that she, who is usually reticent with strangers, could be so talkative. She and the other couple took turns talking non-stop for over half an hour. During that time, she laid out all our thoughts on the matter, our concerns, and our requirements regarding sexual matters in detail, to the point where I felt somewhat embarrassed. I looked at her in astonishment; she occasionally gave me an apologetic smile while speaking. Feeling that they had talked enough, I interrupted their conversation. Steadying myself, I took the phone and said slowly, 'How do you feel about us?' On the other end, Mr. A replied happily, 'We feel quite positive about you. When do you have time? Come over to our place, let's meet. If neither side feels any aversion, maybe we can have some fun?' 'Sure! We'll discuss it when we get back. After all, this is our first time trying this; we need to communicate!' I answered very sincerely. 'Alright then! We'll wait for your reply. Goodbye!' 'Bye!' That was the first time—our first exciting yet nerve-wracking conversation ended just like that. Afterwards, it felt somewhat mysterious and warm, with a slight sweetness that left a lingering aftertaste. After hanging up, we laughed and joked our way home. Once we settled our son to sleep and finished washing up, we hurried to bed.
The usually somewhat dull bedtime had now become much livelier. Half-leaning on the bed, I asked somewhat eagerly: 'How did it feel?' My wife just smiled without answering. 'How was it really?' I asked again. My wife still smiled, and after a while, she asked: 'Do you really want to know what I think?' 'Of course I want to know,' I replied, feeling somewhat agitated by her ambiguous response. My wife smiled and said: 'The two of them gave me a decent impression, they don't seem like bad people! But, to play with them together, I feel it's not possible!' 'What, what? What do you mean not possible? Explain!' I felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head, instantly extinguishing the blazing flames that had just ignited on my body. My mind went blank, in a daze. I didn't know what to say. Could it be that the results I had worked so hard for over the past few days were so easily dismantled by her casual remark? Could it be that the door of hope that was just about to open was to be closed so quickly? No!
No way! I had to make her explain it clearly. 'Aren't they pretty good? Tell me, why not?' After sorting out my chaotic thoughts, I asked, 'I don't know either. I can't explain it. It's just that I feel like it won't work. Feel it, do you understand? That feeling isn't there!' My wife smiled, and I was once again at a loss for words. A feeling of dejection welled up naturally, and I lay powerless on the bed, staring at the ceiling and sighing. Seeing my somewhat downcast look, my wife actually gave a heh-heh laugh. I looked at my wife out of the corner of my eye at that slightly gleeful smile, and I felt somewhat indignant.
I said, 'You're not messing with me, are you? You say it's okay, but deep down you're not willing!' My wife laughed again, seeming a bit happy, and said, 'No, no, really not! I just feel it's not possible. You can look for someone else; maybe someone else will be okay! Really, go look again!' I looked at her somewhat resentfully, thinking to myself: Look again?
That’s easy for you to say—like it’s so easy to find! Though I felt a bit dissatisfied, I then thought about it and realized that, after all, this kind of thing requires both people to be willing; you can’t force it. We chatted about some other trivial matters for a while, then all drifted into sleep. The first close encounter, so full of longing, ended like this without resolution, leaving behind some regret and disappointment and becoming a thing of the past. My once-excited and fiery heart gradually calmed down. Was this some kind of experience, some kind of maturity? Although we were already nearing forty and had been through some ups and downs, in this matter we were still like a toddling baby—everything seemed only just beginning. Day after day, in repetition, everything seemed to return to the past, plain and unremarkable. The only difference was that I was still searching online, waiting, hoping that a novel and passionate experience would come soon. During those days, our married life seemed to improve a bit, especially when we discussed the idea and process of spouse swapping. It always ended with a fierce battle in bed. It felt as though we were slowly accumulating something, and when that accumulation reached a certain level of energy, once it encountered a suitable environment, it would erupt like a volcano. I could already clearly feel that we were eager to try. Since that brief and novel contact with Couple A, I had also become much calmer online. Occasionally, Mr. A would call me proactively, hoping to develop things further, but I politely declined. To be honest, even now I still don’t know why my wife said that day there was “no feeling.” Whenever I asked her about it, she would just smile and never give a clear answer. Women are like that—sometimes impossible to fathom. Later, through my persistent efforts and careful screening, we met Couple B and Couple C in succession. Unlike with Couple A, we didn’t first video chat and then call. Basically, once the conversation felt about right, we arranged to meet directly, choosing a teahouse and drinking tea together. These two meetings were likewise thrilling, and carried a bit of excitement. Because before meeting, no one knew what the other looked like, what would be discussed afterward, or what anyone would do—everything happened without any preparation. Couple B and Couple C were both quite good; their manner of speech was elegant, and you could tell they had good upbringing. Mrs. B seemed mature and alluring. They were one or two years younger than us, and their child was already four or five years old. Mrs. C was dignified and pretty, over 1.7 meters tall; at first glance she looked about as tall as I was. Mr. C was about my age, but his wife was younger by quite a bit—about 10 years younger. These two meetings took place in a romantic and warm atmosphere. The men could, without hostility, greedily scan one another’s wives with heated eyes, while the women could, without any restraint, glance shyly at the other men’s husbands. Their eyes would often meet and then hurriedly look away, making one itch with impatience. Although their words went one way and their thoughts another, on a spiritual level there was intense collision. Occasionally, taking advantage of getting up to use the restroom, there would be some intentional or unintentional slight bodily contact with him or her. Hehe, it was really quite exciting and delightful. When the men talked about some key and provocative topics, the women would always lower their heads, dodging the gazes of the other man, their faces flushing with shy red. Sometimes they would join in and offer their own opinions, but in the end they would lower their eyes and smile under the other husband’s heated gaze. What kind of experience was this? It was so unforgettable that even now, thinking about it, I still feel as if I’m right there, unwilling to leave for a long time. However, good things are often hard-won. Although we had closer contact with Couples B and C, for one reason or another we never continued forward. I clearly remember that after those two meetings, my wife and I had some quite intense bed-time pleasure. Each time we fell asleep exhausted after unparalleled stimulation and intense orgasms, and in the process many of our novel fantasies and practices had already begun to mix in. She was no longer her, and I was no longer me. Until one day, Couple D (hereinafter referred to as: Jun and Hong)
The appearance of Jun and Hong finally brought us, after our blind waiting, a turn from extreme adversity to good fortune, leading to a successful outcome. Jun and I got to know each other through a QQ couples' group. Initially, we chatted idly in a calm and casual state, and I didn't pay much attention. Through chatting, I learned that the other couple was a few years older than us and, like us, had no successful experience in this area. They too, after a long married life, felt spiritual fatigue and numbness, something we deeply understood. After over a month of lukewarm chatting, we became much more familiar, and our language became somewhat more casual. After confirming both sides had sincere intentions to interact, we exchanged couple photos. From the photos, I felt they should be a cultured, gentle middle-aged couple, with fairly average looks, meeting our criteria for making friends. I don't know what Jun felt after seeing our photos. In any case, our chats started to become more enthusiastic. The day after exchanging photos, Jun told me he had shown our photos to his wife, and she was quite satisfied. I also told him my wife was similarly satisfied after seeing their photos; that night, my wife and I even imagined them as our mutual partners and had a big 'battle'. Both Jun and I were very happy, our topics gradually increased, and our language became somewhat unrestrained; we discussed many ideas and details about swapping. After a period of communication, the day of the meeting finally arrived. It was a midsummer weekend night, the air humid and stuffy. Perhaps due to nervousness, breathing felt rushed, and we all sensed this time something would come of it. Before leaving, my wife dressed up carefully. She chose a white, thin, sleeveless maxi dress, which concealed some of her physical shortcomings. Nearing forty, she still looked somewhat slender. She also deliberately sprayed on some perfume, making her appear even more sensual. We dropped our child off at our parents' house and drove to the pre-arranged teahouse. Jun and Hong hadn't arrived yet, so we chose a small, air-conditioned private room, ordered a pot of green tea, and chatted while sipping tea. My wife and I chatted aimlessly and casually, neither mentioning the imminent arrival of Jun and Hong. I could feel our current mood was quite tense and expectant, but we pretended as if nothing was happening. My palms were slightly sweaty, and although drinking tea, my throat felt dry and burning. Smelling the faint fragrance emanating from my wife, looking up to see her face full of shyness and tenderness, we smiled understandingly. Over half an hour later, Jun and Hong arrived gracefully. They were both somewhat tall, and it was clear they had also made careful preparations. Jun was 1.81m tall, wearing a white T-shirt and sharply pressed dark trousers, looking very gentlemanly. Hong was 1.68m tall, also wearing a sleeveless maxi dress, purple, which suited her temperament well, feeling intense yet not pretentious. Jun was robust, with a slightly protruding belly. For someone in his early forties, maintaining this was not easy; he must exercise regularly. Hong was in her late thirties, like most women of that age, somewhat plump. Perhaps it was well-hidden, or perhaps due to her taller stature, she still appeared quite proportionate. I used a very brief few seconds to carefully scrutinize Hong and felt quite satisfied. Her ample chest was accentuated by well-fitting clothes, appearing somewhat perky; her abdomen slightly protruded, displaying the unique charm of a middle-aged woman. Her exposed arms were somewhat sturdy but had fair skin. Her face was made up, lightly powdered, and her already somewhat wrinkled skin still felt smooth and delicate after the touch-up. The other three surely also took the opportunity during handshakes and greetings to carefully observe their respective targets. Jun and Hong first apologized for being late due to traffic congestion, and we of course expressed that we didn't mind. After the greetings, there was a brief silence, probably because everyone was quite nervous, and no one knew what to say. The men were braver, breaking the silence and casually talking about some anecdotes from home and abroad—this is men's forte. After talking for a while, the tense atmosphere eased considerably. For some reason, the wives remained silent, just quietly listening to us two men ramble on. I noticed my wife staring at her teacup, and Hong also kept her head down. The men noticed the situation and felt it was somewhat dull.
Soon, the conversation turned to trivial matters of their respective lives. The wives became somewhat active, lifting their heads and gradually joining in. As for me, I also began to look at Hong somewhat greedily and unabashedly. At first, Hong didn't dare to look at me. As the conversation became livelier, she occasionally glanced my way, but would immediately avert her eyes whenever they met mine. I drank tea, maintaining a smile, occasionally stealing glances at my wife and Jun, finding they were doing the same, their gazes nervously and flusteredly crossing. Based on my previous two experiences, I felt confident. As understanding deepened further, the atmosphere of the chat became even more enthusiastic, the tension completely gone. Jun and I also boldly let our ardent gazes wander over each other's wives. The wives no longer flusteredly avoided their husbands' gazes, somewhat bravely exchanging looks with the other party. However, when they noticed the other husband's greedy gaze lingering on certain sensitive areas, a blush still appeared on their faces, and they made slight adjustments to their posture. Hong sometimes would intentionally or unintentionally cross her arms in front of her chest, perhaps wanting to slightly block my intense anticipation of her two somewhat prominent breasts. My wife sometimes would squirm and turn her body towards me, seemingly ambiguously avoiding something. Haha, they should probably understand that two husbands with rich life experience had long since used their sharp eyes to strip their clothes bare, seeing through their bodies completely; all their feigned, empty gestures were useless. As time passed, the atmosphere of the chat became more and more relaxed and lively. The husbands all seemed somewhat excited, talking eloquently and at length; the wives also stopped being coy, their expressions and movements becoming much more open and natural, occasionally even boldly displaying themselves. Several times, Hong would straighten her upper body, her arms no longer crossed in front of her chest, as if deliberately showing off her two fleshy treasures to my burning gaze, making me fantasize a bit, swallowing hard. My wife would also often adjust her posture, intentionally letting Jun feast his eyes on her charms through her gestures; at these times, I noticed Jun's gaze becoming somewhat fixed and dazed. At some point, the conversation shifted, landing directly on the content we all somewhat anticipated yet were too embarrassed to mention. After the earlier warm-up, Jun and I both seemed much braver. We shared our respective views with considerable candor. While Jun was speaking, I deliberately gently nudged my wife beside me. She immediately understood my intention, lowering her head full of shyness, nodding with a motion imperceptible to the other party. I knew my wife was satisfied with Jun. After obtaining my wife's approval, I was very happy, listening to Jun's talk with a full smile, then looking at Hong again; she was lowering her head, fiddling with the teacup in her hands, a touch of rosy blush inadvertently floating onto her cheeks. After Jun finished expressing his views, he apologized and got up to go to the bathroom. The room was left with just us, the couple, and Hong. For a moment, silence fell again; no one knew what to say in this brief time. Suddenly, my wife, unexpectedly to me, softly asked Hong, 'Are you satisfied with my husband?' Instantly, my head buzzed, feeling blood rushing throughout my body. Such a direct question, I really didn't know how Hong would answer.
Hong glanced at me, then lowered her head again, softly saying: 'I think it's quite good!' Haha, those simple words made me happy from the bottom of my heart, a feeling of excitement instantly coursing through my entire body. I was already clearly aware that there were no longer any barriers or obstacles between our two couples; four hearts could now freely communicate. After answering my wife's question, Hong was already extremely shy, her face as red as a piece of red cloth. After Jun returned, he didn't notice anything unusual and continued the conversation. I also deliberately stood up, indicating I needed to use the restroom. I knew I should give their couple an opportunity to communicate alone with my wife; I consciously stayed outside a bit longer. As expected, the atmosphere inside the room had become very heated; everyone acted like long-lost old friends, appearing very intimate. The subsequent chat developed into something explicit and straightforward, filled with laughter and playful sounds. We each shared interesting sexual stories and habits from our respective marriages, and at the exciting parts, all four of us laughed heartily together. Time flew by, and it was almost midnight in the blink of an eye. Having said all that needed to be said, we bid each other farewell with full hearts of joy and satisfaction, each returning home.
My wife and I returned home feeling completely relaxed. We exchanged our impressions of Jun and Hong. Our son wasn't home today, so we could be carefree. While washing up, we actually started the kind of flirtatious banter we had when we were young. My wife said: 'Hong is quite good, even fuller than me, you lucky guy got a good deal!' I was equally blunt: 'Aren't you the same? Flirting all night, making Jun stare with wide eyes...'
Amidst laughter, we returned to the front of the bedroom bed. My wife did not get directly into bed as was her habit for many years. Instead, with her back to me, she provocatively shed her thin nightgown, standing completely naked. For some reason, facing this body I was already all too familiar with, I felt consumed by desire. In the past, I would have glanced numbly and then helplessly climbed into bed, quickly falling into deep sleep. But now, I felt the person standing before me was not my wife, but Hong, with her mature, voluptuous body. My vision blurred, unable to distinguish reality from illusion. I seemed to see Hong's towering peaks and lush grasslands constantly beckoning to me. In an instant, I erupted, like an experienced hunter, fiercely pouncing on my prey. My wife clearly sensed my difference from before, but she was filled with joy as she struggled to evade the hunter's pursuit. However, the prey ultimately could not escape the hunter's assault. Amidst cries, she surrendered without resistance. Without our son's presence, we indulged even more. After a fierce struggle, my wife gasped in surprise repeatedly. Following an excited shout from me, I laid down my beloved hunting rifle. We embraced and slept together, a rare occurrence again. After the two couples met, Jun and I contacted each other almost daily online, joking with each other and enthusiastically discussing our various ideas, tacitly making all sorts of preparations. For the next two weekends, we arranged to have meals together. We always found a private room to talk behind closed doors. We didn't care much about the delicious food; the key was wanting to experience together the soul-stirring teasing and excitement. Interestingly, with some unspoken默契, during meals we swapped seats: Hong sat beside me, and my wife sat beside Jun.
Everything was unfolding in a warm and romantic atmosphere. Unknowingly, we were all fully mentally prepared. During the meal, the chatting was relaxed and cheerful, and inevitably we discussed many private matters. When asking whether the wives were willing to do this or that, it often made them blush and giggle secretly with their heads lowered. The wives were no longer as reserved and shy as when we first met, and they also made many surprisingly bold moves.
I often see my wife whispering to Jun, then blushing and giggling as she adjusts her dress. I also occasionally sneak my hand onto Hong's leg, gently stroking it out of sight of my wife and Jun. Hong doesn't shy away at all, letting my hand wander there. She even leans in during brief moments like picking up food or handling things, intentionally brushing her ample breasts against my arm. I feel somewhat intoxicated, sensing my lower body swelling continuously. Once, I whispered in Hong's ear, 'I really like your breasts, I'd love to take a look.' Hong blushed slightly but pretended nothing was wrong. While my wife and Jun across from us weren't paying attention, she quickly moved her hand under my arm, pulling open the sleeveless dress neckline. I also pretended to sit upright, stealing a greedy glance at her treasure. Wow! She was wearing a half-cup bra, with half of her fair breast proudly exposed, rising and falling with her breath. I really wanted to grab them immediately and swallow them whole. Soon, Hong withdrew her action, and I felt unsatisfied, pondering my next mischievous idea. In our second dinner date, we basically discussed substantive content, agreeing on the next steps and location. We were all excited, talking back and forth, discussing fervently. After finalizing the plan, the latter part of the time was spent on mutual exchanges—me with Hong, my wife with Jun. So thrilling! With the private room door tightly closed, we shed all pretense, boldly displaying our desires, with various small actions constantly appearing. My wife and Jun whispered, completely ignoring our presence, often with two hands—no, four hands—fiddling under the table. Several times, my wife was teased into giggling and leaning into Jun's arms. Of course, I didn't relax my advances on Hong, striving to realize my previous mischievous ideas. While my wife and Jun were engrossed and had no time for us, I made a bold request to Hong. She didn't object and cooperated well. She slowly leaned forward, moving closer to me, pretending to look at the menu on the table. I quickly used my hand to thoroughly enjoy the two treasures I had longed for through her clothes. I still felt somewhat unsatisfied—people are always greedy!
I leaned close to Hong's ear and whispered a few words. Hong laughed and punched me with her fist, then she got up and said she was going to the bathroom. Shortly after, Hong returned to the room, closed the door properly, and even seemed a bit uneasy as she gave it a hard push. My wife and Jun were currently in high spirits and didn't pay us any mind at all. Hong returned to her seat, seized the opportunity, and leaned towards me again, just like before. It was truly rare. I pretended to laugh while watching my wife and Jun's activities, but my hand quietly reached for Hong's peaks. Heh, just as I had requested, Hong had gone out and undone the clasp of her bra. With one arm around Hong's shoulder, I casually chatted with her about something, and Hong also cooperated, talking with me as if we were having a heart-to-heart. However, my hand didn't pause in the slightest; moving aside the bra's coverage through the thin dress, I wantonly kneaded. I truly felt Hong's full front, felt her large, hard nipples, and even pinched them somewhat forcefully. Hong didn't resist, letting my hand roam over her chest, only occasionally deliberately covering for me. After all, we still didn't dare to be too放肆. I explored nervously, only hoping to enjoy a bit more in the brief time. Feeling Hong's genuine cooperation, I began a further quest. I became somewhat bolder; my hand unconsciously reached towards the sleeve opening under the armpit and quietly slipped inside. Hong was a bit startled and immediately bent her upper body down. I quickly felt Hong's soft front, feeling the skin tender, smooth, and elastic. When I charged towards the peak, preparing to pluck the enticing fruit at the summit, Hong shivered and immediately dodged away. I didn't insist further and withdrew my hand. I smiled contentedly; I had already gained a lot today. Save it for next time. Finding an excuse, Hong went out to straighten her clothes and returned to the room again. Over there, my wife and Jun were still going at it hot and heavy, but it was all conducted under完好 cover; I didn't see anything. Soon, after everyone had enjoyed themselves and gotten what they wanted, we parted ways. We all understood that the next meeting would be the beginning of our new journey. On the way home, my wife and I were still in an excited state, playfully discussing the刚才 process. I truthfully told my wife everything. She listened and laughed heartily. I couldn't wait and asked her about her situation with Jun. My wife laughingly told me about their little actions. Who would have thought! They actually surpassed us! Jun not only fully染 her双峰 during the嬉笑, but even got a good look at the风光 under my wife's skirt, and even隔着内衣抚弄了一下. Ah! Human hearts are truly hard to fathom! Back home, we both took痛快 showers, felt somewhat tired, and双双怀着对下一次约定的美好期待进入了梦乡.
For the next week, my wife and I both hung up the 'no battle' sign, ceasing all activity, mainly to adjust every part of our bodies to optimal condition. We silently prepared everything, but our hearts were also in fierce struggle. Ten years of marriage, about to face psychological and moral challenges, what did we want to gain?
Should we continue? Or should we stop here? None of us could say for sure. However, one thing I did understand, though not without some worry, was that in our hearts, desire had already overcome reason, trying to break through all restraints. The weekend quietly arrived; on Saturday, we entrusted our son to our parents. We got up early and packed all the prepared items—food, drinks, and entertainment stuff filled a large bag, enough for four people for two days. There was another bag with our change of underwear; my wife had even specially bought a new set of sexy, semi-transparent silk lingerie to add to the fun of the game. After packing, we set off full of anticipation, with laughter and chatter along the way. At noon, we reached the agreed location in the distant suburbs of the city—a quiet, elegant hot spring resort hotel, somewhat different from the hot spring resort we visited last time as a couple. There were two main buildings for guest rooms, and behind them, in a garden filled with birdsong and flowers, many open, shared hot spring pools were scattered. Everything was so quiet and cozy. We had agreed with Jun and his wife that the expenses for these two days would be split equally. Jun and Hong arrived a bit earlier than us; they had already checked in and were waiting. It was a large suite with two bedrooms and a living room—wow, really admirable how discerning and thoughtful Jun and Hong were. Entering the room, we put down our luggage, and the four of us exchanged knowing smiles, as a form of greeting. For some reason, facing the long-anticipated moment that was about to come, I suddenly felt my heart pounding intensely, my breathing tense, my face gradually warming, and even my voice trembling slightly. Glancing at my wife beside me, she seemed just as nervous; she helplessly wrapped her arms around mine, pressing her body tightly against me, completely losing the relaxed ease from earlier. Looking at Hong, she hurriedly avoided my gaze, her face instantly flushing red. Jun was busy helping us with the luggage and pouring tea. The air felt somewhat frozen; we all silently watched Jun finish. Suddenly, the phone in the room rang, breaking the silence. It was the restaurant calling to tell us lunch was ready and inviting us to dine. After hanging up, Jun said, "Before you arrived, we had already ordered lunch. Let's go eat first!" "Okay! Okay!" I managed to roll out two words from my dry, trembling throat. Escaping the temporary awkwardness, we went to the restaurant together. Once seated, we regained our cheerfulness, just like before—my wife sat next to Jun, and Hong sat by my side. Today, the four of us, far from the city's hustle, were all in casual summer wear: round-neck shirts and shorts. My wife and Hong's fair limbs were exposed outside their clothes, and thinking about the passion that would soon begin, I felt somewhat excited. We enjoyed the delicious food while chatting happily, occasionally throwing out a few risqué jokes that made my wife and Hong laugh uncontrollably. I took the opportunity to stroke Hong's thigh under the tablecloth; one could imagine Jun might be doing the same thing. A few times, I tried to explore toward Hong's sensitive inner thigh area; Hong startled, quickly clamped her legs tightly, and quietly moved my exploring hand away with her own.
After a while, seeing that my wife and Jun were chatting happily and not paying attention to us, she leaned close to my ear and whispered softly: 'Won't it all be yours in a while? Why so impatient?' I chuckled foolishly, turned to look at her, and saw that Hong was already extremely shy. I knew that if I reached out to hug her then, she would surely collapse into my arms. Lunch ended quickly, and back in the room, we all felt somewhat awkward again. No one dared to bring up the swapping matter, so we decided to go soak in the hot springs first to relax. We changed into swimsuits, found a pool that could fit four people, and soaked in the hot springs. Freed from clothing, the wives' plump, mature bodies were displayed before the husbands. Though they no longer had the slender, perky figures of young girls, the mature charm of middle-aged women still stirred our desires. Jun and I exchanged knowing smiles. My wife sat next to Jun, while Hong leaned against me as we lay side by side in the warm pool water. Soon, our whole bodies were flushed, sweating constantly. Hong was indeed taller and fuller than my wife, especially her chest and hips, which frequently drew my burning gaze. Compared to Hong, my wife, who originally seemed plump, now appeared petite, with a different charm. Jun and I shamelessly let our eyes roam over their bodies. Hong seemed to realize she could no longer avoid my greedy craving for her peaks and meadow, so she索性 generously displayed her body. I felt somewhat lightheaded, and my lower body gradually swelled. I gently exerted force, submerging my whole body in the water. I dared not look anymore, afraid I might lose control and do something. Jun and my wife chatted and laughed nearby, close at hand, but I couldn't hear anything clearly. The whole scene gave the impression that Hong was my wife, and my wife was Jun's woman. Over an hour in the hot springs had relaxed our entire bodies. Both Jun and I realized that everything was ready; it was time to begin. We suggested returning to the room. My wife and Hong said nothing, lowering their heads in silent consent. Wrapping ourselves in towels, Jun and I walked ahead, whispering and discussing how to proceed next. My wife and Hong followed behind with lowered heads, timidly, as if pondering how to face the upcoming outcome. Jun and I quickly exchanged ideas; in fact, we had already communicated on QQ earlier, and now were just reconfirming.
From the hot spring to the room, that short distance somehow felt so long. Even though I was excitedly talking with my mouth, my heart was pounding incessantly. I both looked forward to the passion coming soon and feared its arrival. I didn’t know what the other three were thinking—whether they were like me, or whether they were already without restraint? Then we reached our room, and Jun briskly opened the door, and we filed in one by one. To relieve the tension, we each poured ourselves a cup of tea first. My wife and Hong, wearing swimsuits and wrapped in bath towels, sat on the living room sofa drinking tea, heads lowered and silent. I glanced at my wife, exchanged a look with Jun, held my teacup, and sat next to Hong, while Jun also sat beside my wife. I felt Hong flinch a little nervously. Sensing the tension in the wives, Jun and I exchanged another look and suggested taking a shower first, then playing poker together. There was only one bathroom in the guest room, and soon we each took a shower, changed clothes, and gathered again in the living room. Jun and I were wearing beach shorts, both bare-chested, and we knew there was no longer any need for extra clothing. My wife and Hong were wearing pajamas, the kind with very low necklines and plenty on display, like the camisole style worn only in one’s own bedroom. Hong seemed to be wearing a bra, making it impossible to see the full picture at a glance. My wife was a bit bolder and wasn’t wearing a bra; the full outline of her two ample breasts was clearly visible, and her two big nipples proudly showed through the pajamas, making one’s imagination run wild.
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