My personal experience of the "wife swapping" game (adult novel about married women and mature women)

Spouse swapping is something that most people despise but are curious about. It is said that this is the author's true feeling, described from a female's psychological perspective. There is no pornographic content, but the psychological changes are well grasped.

We met a very good couple, a very simple, kind, enthusiastic and loving couple.

I met them (I will call the gentleman C and his wife Q below) in a restaurant in Tianjin. Knowing that we like spicy food, they took the trouble to treat us to hotpot.

Seeing them waving, we sat down face to face and began to talk about the weather and the climate differences between Tianjin and Beijing. Later, the men turned the topic to cross-strait relations, while Q and I remained silent.

I didn't dare look at C, as I felt that I would reveal my expression or intention. For a moment, I seemed to have fallen from a high altitude of fantasy to the ground. The clear feeling of falling made my mind clear.

To be honest, I think we are more suitable to be friends than to play sex games.

Sure enough, when we went to sing together after dinner, everyone was so relaxed that they forgot what they were actually supposed to do. My husband was very happy. He drank beer and sang old songs from his memory, as if he had returned to the season of love. He held the microphone in one hand, pointed at me with the other, and sang "You are the one I love the most..." I was moved by his dreamy eyes. They sang duet very intimately and happily. We all spent our time in this calm way. The dim lights did not produce any feeling, and the love songs in our mouths were just beautiful notes... No one knew what to do or what not to do.

At about 11:30 we took a taxi to their house. The lights were very bright and there was no ambiguity between people, so the hostess turned off the lights in the living room. Everyone started to smile knowingly.

After sitting for a while, I went to take a shower. Q brought me one of her pajamas. I repeatedly told my husband that I should wear something that was not revealing, but when I finally came out, I still found that half of my breast was exposed and my areola was clearly visible... I covered my chest with my hands and sat next to my husband. Everyone took turns taking a bath, and the rest of the people were relatively quiet. At that time, a channel was broadcasting The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

After that, we all sat in the living room and watched TV until about one in the morning of the next day.

The lights were very bright and there was no ambiguity between people, so the hostess turned off the lights in the living room.

Everyone started to smile knowingly.

I was actually a little reluctant because C is not my type (sorry).

But when the lights went out, the visual pressure was much less, so we began to create a sense of ambiguity.

When we were sitting on a sofa, C put his arm around my shoulders and put his right hand around my chest... I didn't refuse, the situation controlled everything at that time. I saw my husband sitting very properly, and I suddenly felt sorry for Q, so I encouraged him with my eyes. I was relaxed at that time. Perhaps it was the brief pleasure of my body that made me tolerant and accepting…

Later we did it in two separate rooms, and it felt strange. Because of different habits or other reasons, my pleasure did not come as expected... During the process we were doing it, C was always thinking about his lover. I tilted my head to one side and smiled with understanding.

Later Q came over to see us, took just a glance, and ran away again. Q cried after he went out...

This reminded me of myself...but strangely, I didn't shed a single tear, and couldn't even show any trace of sadness...my husband, C, and I were all comforting her.

She cried very infectiously, and her tears made the game more emotional. I think reality is good. If everyone indulges in pure physical pleasure, it will make us feel more sad, and we may even begin to doubt our attitude towards love.

Women are always a little sensitive, and I love and pity her as much as I love myself.

So I let my husband hold her, and I hugged my husband from behind. In fact, I also needed him at that moment, but I didn't say it.

I put my head on his back and felt the warmth of his chest.

This familiar warm embrace...I can't bear to leave.

It took her a long time to calm down, and I think it was because of the simultaneous comfort from two men.

Q and I both thought that men got more pleasure from this game than women, and we were very friendly at that time. Her smile is charming.

After taking a shower, we sat back in the living room. Everyone discussed how to sleep at night...

After taking a shower, we sat back in the living room. Everyone discussed how to sleep at night.

In fact, I told my husband clearly when I was taking a shower: "I don't want to be with C all night." This is true, but I didn't think at the time that I didn't want my husband to spend the night with another woman. I just strongly demand it from my own perspective.

So everyone tried to conceal their attitudes during the discussion. Of course, expressing it explicitly would certainly hurt some fragile soul to some extent.

I smiled and said, "I'm still not used to sleeping with strangers." If the lights were on, everyone would see my honest and undisguised smile.

People actually didn't really agree with me because they were still discussing it. "You decide, I don't care." All three of them said this. I suddenly felt sad... I was very depressed, but also very stubborn.

Maybe they all look forward to a new feeling of sleep.

I insisted: "It's better to sleep with your own people, otherwise... I really can't get used to it."

They agreed. Because my reasons sound reasonable.

My husband and I returned to the room, and of course something unpleasant happened.

I am a selfish, willful and unruly woman. I blame my husband for not considering my feelings, for not cherishing me, for not loving me as much as he said, and for all kinds of things… My tricky and weird questions often leave him speechless. I hit him, pinch him, twist him, and make him swear that he loves me… I turn my back, hug my shoulders, and my hair hangs lonely on my chest. I burst into tears and breathe heavily. I feel that sex makes everything fragile. I am sad, afraid, and lonely…

I think of any man who is worth my remembrance: When I think of Z, I really want to send him a text message at three o'clock in the morning to tell him that I miss him, and miss his pure and monotonous emotion. I know he will say that the world is better in a pure state, so I miss the pure life in the past very much... I think of Xiao Tang, WXY, WY, and the unfamiliar "mood"... At that time, anyone who showed concern for me could become the object of my confession... My tears had wet the hair at my temples... At this moment, C pushed the door in and said to her husband that they should take turns sleeping. I was very unhappy when I heard that, but didn't say a word. My breathing made him feel something was wrong, so he asked my husband what was wrong with me? The husband said he was crying. He asked why, and the husband said he didn't know.

So he said, "Then you guys go to sleep..."

After C left, I pretended to be calm and said, "Are you disappointed? How about you come over? I'm fine sleeping alone... I won't be angry, really."

My husband laughed and hugged me tightly. I hid, he hugged me tightly, I hid again, he hugged me again...

Finally, I crawled into his arms feeling aggrieved, telling him all his faults, and cried my heart out...

He began to kiss my earlobe... We had a great time and sweated a lot, but then fell into a deep sleep. I was still in the same position, hugging him tightly from behind... He used to put his legs on me, but since I got pregnant in 2001, my husband has kept this sleeping position in order not to put pressure on my abdomen. So, in the past two years, this position has become our best sleeping position.

The next day our game officially began...

The next day our game officially began.

It was already past ten o'clock when we woke up in the morning. I kissed my husband and he was a little excited. I advised him to go to the next room, but he said no. I knew he was just saying it to me, but I was still very happy... Women are silly in this way... I don't know why my mood suddenly improved inexplicably.

He went over and C came over.

C was worried about his wife again and asked me, "Do you think they are done?"

I told you to go and take a look.

He asked me whether I should go or not, and I said I didn’t have the courage.

He went over and came back after a while. I asked, “Are they done yet?”

He said, “It seems to be over.”

So I put on my clothes, feeling nervous, but I still said bravely, "I'll go take a look too."

The husband sat on the edge of the bed, and Q also sat there, with a certain distance between them.

When they saw me coming, they laughed. What do you think?

The husband said, "No, it's stressful."

I asked him why, and he said, "I'm always worried that someone will come..."

I said, "I didn't mean to come here. I came here because he said you were done."

My explanation was correct, but the correct explanation just served as a good cover for my real thoughts...I was still very selfish.

…

So everyone got up and washed up together. Then the men went downstairs to buy groceries, I watched TV in the living room, and she was surfing the Internet.

Later, the men cooked and she helped out while I surfed the Internet in the inner room.

Seeing TT and "Mood" online was like meeting my relatives, and unspeakable grievances suddenly came up... They comforted me, enlightened me, and even blamed me, but no matter what they were doing it for my own good. That was the best gift I got that day... "Mood" even called me to comfort me and listen to my story...

My husband smiled tolerantly when he saw me chatting. He knew I was looking for comfort, which he could not give me.

During the meal, C was very attentive in serving rice, picking up dishes, pouring drinks for his wife, and even cleaning up the dishes afterwards...

This is a good husband and Q is very happy.

After lunch, Q and C made it in the room and asked my husband to film them. At that time, I was extremely tolerant (I now feel that I was being disingenuous at that time, and I don’t know if I can still be considered honest if I say it now, haha) and said to my husband: "Come on, the three of you, I will help you film it."

My husband shook his head and asked me to look at them. I finally felt less depressed.

They are affectionate and devoted. Later they suggested that we do it too, and said we should record it together.

So, our two families were doing our own things on the same bed. Don’t interfere with others’ business…

But I felt very comfortable and I fainted on my husband's body again... I like it this way, I love my husband very much, and at this moment I can only accept this kind of love.

Later, everyone felt that this went against our original intention. Yes, how could 4p be like this? So, it was natural to change it.

I watched my husband moving very vigorously on Q's body, my face all smiles. Q's moans became noticeably louder. C asked, "Are you comfortable?" Q didn't have time to answer... I felt like an audience member... even though C was working hard on my body... C ejaculated. I looked at my husband and he looked back at me and also finished quickly.

Q lay in bed for a long time without the strength to move, and C was beside her, caressing her...

For dinner, C made porridge and we enjoyed it very much.

Afterwards, Q went to the inner room as he had work to do, and the three of us watched a DVD outside. It was "The Pianist". Although I had heard of it a long time ago, it was the first time I watched it today. It was really good. They have a lot of good movies at home, and C has a hobby of collecting them.

The scene was beautiful. I sat between them, next to my husband, with C's sliced ​​watermelon in front of me. There was no light, only the light from the TV screen flickered with the plot... We were talking happily... C's left hand gently rubbed my buttocks, moving very slightly through my pajamas...

After The Pianist ended, C played another movie. At this time, my husband's fingers found their way into my body. He looked at me in surprise. I knew he was asking me why I was so wet down there. I smiled shyly, but his fingers got impatient and he smiled evilly... I twisted my body involuntarily and leaned towards C. C responded to me and my husband made some moves from behind... At that moment, I felt very charming because I was acting very freely in front of two men at the same time...

Because they were on the sofa, and perhaps C was still thinking about his wife, it ended in vain.

When Q came out, we were already sitting there watching TV very obediently. But when Q came over, he asked C in surprise: "Where are your pants?" C awkwardly pointed at the condom on the coffee table with his foot and said: "Leave it to it."

Q stopped talking and it was obvious that she was angry. I said nothing and played dumb. At the same time, I found that my husband didn't have time to put on his pants...

Q went into the bedroom, and C followed suit.

I felt Q needed comforting, so my husband and I went in together.

Q was lying on the bed, C was chatting and video chatting with netizens. So we joined in too.

Later, my husband and I were chatting while they were making love in bed.

…

Later, at the request of a good friend, we put on a performance show. But we still did it with each other, even though we were in the same bed.

When it was almost over, in order to prove to others how wonderful it was (at least that’s what I thought), we changed.

Q was screaming with enjoyment again. C held her hand and asked, "Are you comfortable, baby?" and then kissed the back of her hand continuously... My husband and I looked at each other... I turned my head away... C ejaculated in my body again.

The husband moved a few times... maybe he was afraid of condoms, but there was no result.

Netizens said it was very exciting, and I think anyone who saw it would say the same. Things that are sensory often cover up many subtle details that are not easily noticed. I give every netizen a shy smile, and they only think of charm. That's it. I can't blame anyone.

My husband and I slept at night. We had a perfect time. I had multiple orgasms and felt like an angel with wings, flying in the sky above heaven... My husband said that I was crying and laughing at the same time, and the sound was very loud... But I was really very liberated and I loved him so much... We slept very late.

We got up at noon and had lunch. Q had to go out for something, so I shook hands with her and said goodbye. At my suggestion, my husband hugged her and said goodbye... At two o'clock, my husband and I said goodbye to C.

...We left beautiful Tianjin in the cool afternoon...

In just a blink of an eye, we experienced one of the most challenging things in our marriage.

In just the blink of an eye, we experienced one of the most challenging things in our marriage.

In my mind are still the unfamiliar street scenes of Tianjin, the strange yet warm home, and the clear scenes... I am sitting in the study room again, leaning on the faint light of the computer, using memories to wake myself up.

I remember saying to TT, “It makes me sad to see the scratches on my husband’s back.”

I really cared about it then, but now I’ve let it go…

I remember when I was leaving, I told C that we didn’t do it perfectly. We should have treated the stranger as if we were changing a partner, but we cared too much about our significant other, so we were very restrained… C said, “Actually, this is a gradual process, and it makes it easier for everyone to accept it…”

…I am always a giant in theory, but in fact I am the most erratic person in the whole process. I don’t know how to hide it, and I do whatever I want…

After I walked out of their house, I began to regret not having a good talk with Q. She is a very tolerant woman, much more mature than me, and I like her very much.

I will always remember that I wore her pajamas and slept in her wedding bed... We should actually be very close friends.

4p is a very challenging game. I mustered up the courage to participate and gained love and harmony with my husband, as well as a little bit of unhappiness that went away...

There is no such thing as being perfect and flawless for four people at the same time, so, whether it is regret or happiness, what matters most is what has passed and what has been experienced.

Everyone says that the first step is difficult to take, but once you take it, it’s done... Sometimes when you think back on it, you feel caught off guard.

Looking back at 3p, I think women are actually the happiest at that time. To be honest, I am looking forward to having it again, because 3p will not make another woman cry.

From one step to another, and then looking back, understanding no longer requires language, everything will come naturally. This is how practice and theory are repeatedly argued.

In just one month, we suddenly tried everything and felt extremely uneasy, like a stealing child who was greedy and terrified.

Therefore, we hope to have a very quiet life, or to live with a contemplative attitude. We need to review love and get closer to our family and children.