We have been married for 10 years, and our son is 8 years old—a happy family of three. As time has passed, our married life has gone from the initial passion, to the excitement after having a child, and gradually to the later blandness and lack of flavor. Ten years, it sounds so long, yet it feels so short. We have gone from being vibrant youths to, in the blink of an eye, approaching middle age in our forties. Time washes everything away, leaving us with only the marks of passing years. We are no longer young, no longer possess passion; what remains is a formulaic life routine: home—work—home. The content is also unchanging: elderly parents, children, and the daily necessities of life. The sexual life we once hoped for has also lost its former brilliance, just like the three daily meals we must eat—tasteless, 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 completing homework assigned by the teacher—a bit reluctant, yet unable not to complete it. Perhaps this is life!
It cannot be denied that, in these ordinary days, both sides of us inevitably began making little moves. In fact, we could both sense it in each other. Although we concealed it very well, after all, we had been husband and wife for 10 years, and some subtle, hard-to-notice changes could be perceived by each other. It was just for the sake of the family that no one had broken this window paper. As for exactly what stage it had developed to, each of us knew in our hearts; no one mentioned it, and no one interfered. However, one thing was the same: neither of us would do anything that would hurt our family.
We have been married for 10 years, and our son is 8 years old—a happy family of three. As time has passed, our married life has gone from the initial passion, to the excitement after having a child, and gradually to the later blandness and lack of flavor. Ten years, it sounds so long, yet it feels so short. We have gone from being vibrant youths to, in the blink of an eye, approaching middle age in our forties. Time washes everything away, leaving us with only the marks of passing years. We are no longer young, no longer possess passion; what remains is a formulaic life routine: home—work—home. The content is also unchanging: elderly parents, children, and the daily necessities of life. The sexual life we once hoped for has also lost its former brilliance, just like the three daily meals we must eat—tasteless, 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 completing homework assigned by the teacher—a bit reluctant, yet unable not to complete it. Perhaps this is life!
It cannot be denied that, in these ordinary days, both sides of us inevitably began making little moves.
Actually, we could all feel it in each other. Although we all concealed it very well, after all, we had been married for 10 years, and some subtle, barely noticeable changes could be sensed by both sides. It was just for the sake of the family that no one had broken this window paper. As for exactly how far things had developed, each of us knew in our hearts, and no one mentioned it and no one stopped it. However, one thing was the same: no one would do anything to harm our family.
On a sunny early-summer Sunday afternoon, we sat at home drinking tea and chatting casually. I don’t know who brought it up first, but we talked about our current state of life. Unexpectedly, we were both so candid and so serious, as if we had planned it in advance. Time passed minute by minute, and we talked for a full 4 hours. Looking back on our 10 years of life, we finally reached a unanimous conclusion: we needed to improve our married life, to regain some of the passion from the past, even if only a little! We agreed that on Monday we would both take leave and not go to work. After sending the children to school, we would drive to a hot spring resort in the suburbs, soak in the hot springs, relax, and properly 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 a connected villa-style bungalow with one bedroom and one living room. The backyard had a semi-open-air hot spring pool, large enough to accommodate four people, 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 contentedly enjoyed the comfortable 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 seriously 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 remained quite full. 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 gazing at her intently, she smiled slightly, with a hint of barely detectable mischief, and said, 'What are you thinking?' I opened my eyes wide and looked directly at her, whispering, 'Making love!' 'I knew you were thinking of doing something bad!' my wife retorted in a similarly soft, coquettish tone. I chuckled twice, 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 very exciting!' I didn't say anything, just smiled and looked at her, seeing a faint blush rise on her cheeks.
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 more pink and tender. I greedily sucked on her nipples, which had enlarged from breastfeeding, watching her areolas slowly flush red. While sucking, I used my hand to knead her other breast. After a 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. Unconsciously, she straddled me in the water, her legs on either side of my body, her arms wrapped around my head. Her lips murmured by my ear: 'Husband! I want it!' Immediately after, without another word, she reached one hand into the water, grabbed my long-excited penis, lifted her body slightly, and then forcefully sat down, sheathing my penis completely inside her. At the same time, I heard my wife's suppressed gasp: 'Oh! My god!' Perhaps because it was an unfamiliar environment and she was afraid others might hear, she controlled her volume. By now, I could feel my wife was completely aroused. She had closed her eyes, moving up and down skillfully and in perfect sync. Her two full breasts bounced before my eyes and near my lips with her movements. I truly felt that long-missed excitement filling my entire body. The warm spring water enveloped us; our lower halves were submerged. I propped my upper body out of the water with my elbows on the pool's edge steps, my feet planted on the pool bottom, striving to meet each of my wife's forceful thrusts. 'Ah! Ah! Ah!...' While enjoying this rare pleasure, my wife continuously let out familiar, exciting moans. However, she still tried hard to control her volume, as it wasn't the same as the unrestricted environment at home. I was already feeling somewhat euphoric, to the point of forgetting myself.
Screw it, no one knows us anyway. Who can tell a married couple they can't have sex? Thinking this to myself! I then whispered to my wife: 'Baby, louder, louder!' Encouraged, or perhaps because a long-suppressed pleasure had once again, and rarely, descended upon her, she let out sounds from deep in her throat—no, from deep within her heart—an instinctive release without any restraint. 'Oh! Oh! Oh!...' My wife began to moan loudly. Such volume was a first in our 10 years of marriage. She had cast everything else aside. The rhythm of her moans grew faster and faster, gradually her movements also became quicker, and each thrust more powerful than the last! I knew my wife's climax was approaching. I also felt my own long-accumulated force 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 pool of warm water, influenced by us, also became lively, constantly creating small splashes 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 on it frantically. I alternated between the two nipples, sucking on each forcefully. As she was about to reach her peak, I gently, ever so gently, nibbled her nipples with my teeth. 'Ah!
Husband, I can't anymore!
It also seemed like a teasing provocation directed at me. I knelt on one knee behind her, put one hand under her plump hips and pressed down a little. She then adjusted her posture, letting her waist sink down, and now the position was just right. My other hand held my already once again surging fighting spirit of a penis, aimed at the entrance of her Peach Blossom Spring, which had already opened slightly from moisture, and with a gentle thrust of my waist forward, 'sizzle!' the entire penis entered my wife's body completely. Hearing my wife let out a low moan: 'Mm!' what followed was another hearty, exhilarating battle between husband and wife. After my wife reached climax and started talking nonsense, I also came in a gush. Such bliss! It felt like a memory from a long time ago, yet now it seemed freshly vivid. My wife collapsed weakly onto the bath towel, as if still savoring the excitement just now. I was also weak all over; my penis had helplessly drooped down, shrinking like a deflated ball. After resting for a bit, we soaked in the hot spring together 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 somewhat tired, and at the same time a little sleepy. But as soon as we lay down, it seemed we still couldn't fall asleep right away. So we held each other, and between a half-dreaming and half-awake state, with a kind of sleep-talking voice, we reviewed the wonderful fragments that had just passed, looking forward to slowly entering dreamland amid the confusion. Suddenly, as if by some uncanny stroke of fate, I blurted out: 'With such a great setting, if another couple had joined us to play just now, that would have been even more perfect!' As soon as those words came out, I immediately realized I had misspoken, and with a jolt all drowsiness vanished. However, words spoken are like water spilled; they cannot be taken back. I thought what awaited me would be a merciless scolding from my wife. I stood there stunned, speechless, feeling as if time and air had both frozen.
However, my wife showed no movement and didn't speak. I don't know how long passed before my wife turned her face and broke the silence, saying to me in a very gentle and peaceful tone: 'Do you really want that?' I widened my eyes and nodded at her. Unexpectedly, she smiled. 'Do you want to play a wife-swapping game?' my wife said in a slightly coquettish tone. I replied: 'I had that thought, just now!'
But how did you know about the “wife swapping”?
My wife laughed, looking particularly smug: 'You often visit Couple123, did you think I didn't know?' Another smile, with a slight hint of laughter.
My wife said slowly: 'I don't object!' This time, it was my turn to be speechless. I sat up abruptly and said earnestly, 'Really?' My 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 but feel a secret joy! What others couldn't get despite exhausting their words, I obtained so easily. At this moment, I even doubted everything my ears had heard! We were no longer sleepy and began discussing fervently. We talked a lot and shared our respective views on the matter, finally reaching a consensus. Of course, we also set a few rules. Without affecting the family, we could seek 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 healthy; and if their health is confirmed, condoms may not be necessary; moreover, we don't object to playing together as a foursome. As we talked, an inexplicable excitement surged in our hearts, and unconsciously, my penis hardened 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 longing. We were all looking forward to turning a new page in our lives. Walking home, we remained silent the whole way. But I knew both of us were now emotionally stirred, with countless thoughts swirling, unsure what kind of scene awaited us ahead. After a day of indulgence in the hot springs, we returned to that familiar yet monotonous 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 randomly flipped through the day's newspaper, the pages full of text but I didn't take in a single word, I don't know why, 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 asking. 'Hmm..., how should I 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 moment, and then I saw a faint blush appear on her face, no longer as tender as a young girl's, and she softly replied: 'I can't really explain it clearly!' Yeah!
"Afraid"—such a simple and clear two characters, yet at this moment, the meaning contained in those two characters was so rich, impossible to speak or describe clearly, as if a lead weight were pressing on the heart, making it feel heavy. Could it be that the experience of sharing storms together for ten years would be so easily crushed by the chariot of desire? I don’t know!
I don’t know! I really don’t know! But there is one thing I am clear about: in our hearts there is a door, and we all want to open it, want to see what kind of world lies behind it, hoping that a ray of bright sunlight can drift in from beyond the door and drive away the life that now seems shrouded in dark clouds. After pondering for a long time, I broke the silence again: “What do you think we should do next?” “What do you think?” my wife said this time without thinking, answering directly. “How about we give it a try?” Another silence passed, and then my wife said, “Let’s look for it first, what do you think?” “Okay!” After getting my wife’s approval, I answered excitedly and with anticipation. I casually tossed the newspaper onto the floor beside the bed, sat up, and asked, “How do we look? Do you look or do I look?” My wife smiled slightly; this was the first smile she had shown that night. With a shy, coquettish tone, she said, “This is men’s business, why ask me? I’d be too embarrassed to do this!” After speaking, she put down the book in her hands and turned over 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, 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, anyway, today still brought unexpected gains. Tired, really tired! Several youthful indulgences left us exhausted. With our beautiful hopes for the new page tomorrow, we fell into a deep, sweet sleep. The next day, as usual, we hurriedly rushed to work.
However, there was a hint of freshness and ease in my heart. I walked briskly into the office and immediately turned on the computer. Under normal circumstances, I would definitely have first brewed a pot of strong tea, opened the newspaper, and dawdled for half the day.
On the 123 Married Couples website, I checked the membership, carrying out a string of familiar operations. Very quickly, I found a pile of related information. I hadn’t expected it to be so easy. Using spare time at work, I filtered through a large amount of related information. Without much effort, I found a QQ group for local married couples in our city. I hadn’t expected there to be so many people with this kind of interest. But which ones were real? Which ones were fake? It seemed I’d still have to do some careful work. Anyway, since I’d stepped onto this path, I might as well keep going. Good or bad, I’d try it first and talk about it later. I immediately sent the group admin a message, stating that we were a sincere married couple and wanted to try making friends with other married couples. After a long wait, fortunately, the admin replied. We started chatting. After confirming my sincerity, the other party asked me to send him a photo of the two of us as a couple, and I promptly sent him one of our photos stored on the computer. It was very simple: he approved my request and reminded me of a few things to pay attention to. I was so excited it was beyond words, but at the same time I was also extremely nervous, after all, this was my first time in my life. I felt my heart in my throat, breathing rapidly, my face flushed red, even the hand holding the teacup was a little shaky. However, driven by a huge force and my own desire, I forgot everything else. There were quite a lot of people in the group, but not many were online. I impatiently looked through each friend’s profile. Heh, there was all kinds of stuff written there; it was really interesting. I steadied myself a little and, at top speed, sent friend requests to each person online or offline. With great anticipation, I waited for their replies! Soon, there was a response, and I enthusiastically chatted with them. As for what we talked about, I think everyone has been through it: nothing more than each other’s age, height, looks, and so on; of course, we also talked about our respective ideas about swapping. But after talking for a long time, I found that there didn’t seem to be many sincere people who met 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 a gut feeling, feeling very nervous, but acting very casually. Time passed minute by minute, but there was no result, leaving my passionate and eager heart feeling disappointed. At this moment, several young guys in their twenties kept sending me messages and asking me to send them photos—what was this all about? I was a little indignant! So young—had they even grown their body hair yet? Running around here trying to mingle, how could they possibly be married couples? Only later did I learn that these kids were here looking for couples to play 3P with, but we didn’t want that. I ignored them, drank tea, and kept busy with the work in my hands while quietly waiting. About an hour later, I heard the computer make a “dong! dong! dong!” sound, as if someone were knocking on a door, and I knew someone had come online. I didn’t look up, and continued working. Suddenly, “ding! ding! ding!” the computer on the desk made a crisp, pleasant sound, someone had sent me a message. I subconsciously glanced at the screen, and the newly online friend (hereafter referred to as Friend A) sent me a message through the group’s private chat. I put down my work, clicked the mouse, and a short line came into view: “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.” Next, we struck up a conversation. At first, it repeated the content mentioned earlier. As we talked, the atmosphere became livelier, we got to know each other’s situations and thoughts, and felt much more familiar. Our words also became more open, and it could even be said they were direct. I learned that they already had a lot of experience. “Do you have video?” he suddenly asked. I said, “No, I’m at work, I don’t have video.” “Then do you have photos?” Photos again? I immediately asked back: “Do you have them?” “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 come true? My mind was racing, but my hands didn't stop. I found what I thought was the best photo of the two of us on my computer and sent it to him. Soon, he opened the 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 thinking. Heh, who wouldn't? After chatting for so long, isn't this what I was waiting for? Shortly after, Mr. A's wife appeared on the screen—a voluptuous woman, I felt she was a bit fuller than my wife. I widened my eyes excitedly, afraid to miss any detail. I greedily—now thinking back, I was indeed greedy—looked her over. Damn, why is this video window so small? Who invented this? Can't they invent a bigger window? I cursed silently in my heart. 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 who are a bit fuller, and she in the video indeed met my aesthetic standards. I said: 'Good, quite nice!'
Then, I started chatting with A-kun's wife. I'll keep the content of our chat confidential; it's really not convenient to narrate here. After about a quarter of an hour, A-kun returned to the screen and interrupted our conversation. 'You've already seen us,' A-kun said. 'Yes, yes,' I quickly replied. A-kun continued, 'We've also seen your photos, and they seem good too. Go home and discuss it with your wife. After all, you're newcomers; you should communicate well yourselves first. Let's get in touch again tomorrow!' 'Okay, okay!' I answered flustered, feeling like I hadn't fully snapped out of the excitement from earlier, still wanting more! The first chat ended just like that. After work, I drove home quickly, weaving through the congested traffic, completely devoid of my usual full-blown complaints about traffic jams, only thinking about getting home faster. When I got home, my wife had already picked up our child and returned. Seeing my somewhat sweaty face, she was slightly 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. My wife didn't ask anything. As usual, we went through everything step by step. 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—such a familiar expression, one I knew so well ten years ago. Yet, after ten years of time passing, it felt so unfamiliar to me again. I felt as if I had now retrieved something I had once lost. I became somewhat excited. I stared at my wife with wide eyes. My wife still kept her head down, not looking at me. I could feel her face was a bit hot. After a moment of silence, I suddenly erupted. My two hands, somewhat roughly but definitely skillfully, tore off my wife's nightgown. My wife looked at me a bit startled. 'What are you doing?' Before my wife's words were fully out, I had already stripped her naked. Doing what? Do I even need to 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 actually managed to quickly adjust her posture. After all, we are husband and wife; we can achieve harmony and unity without a second's delay. I raised my already erect penis, aimed at her secret opening, and—zhi!—the entire penis plunged in. 'Ah!!!' My wife let out a loud cry, her head sinking down onto the pillow. I wonder if our son next door heard. Damn! Without any foreplay, my wife's vagina was unexpectedly so lubricated, which I hadn't anticipated. Could it be that she was already distracted 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 before, 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 never stopped her moans. After a fierce close-quarters battle, we both reached the long-awaited climax together amidst another round of cries. After a brief rest, my wife weakly complained, 'What's wrong with you today?' What's wrong? Isn't that obvious? Isn't this asking a question she already knows the answer to? I chuckled. Seeing my somewhat mischievous smile, my wife lightly punched me, turned over, and went to the bathroom. I also got out of bed, tiptoed to my son's room door, gently pushed it open, saw my son's sleeping face, smiled slightly, closed the door, and returned to my own bed. Another deep, fragrant sleep!
Waking up in the morning, I started a busy day. Seeing my wife's somewhat spirited face, the gloom that had accumulated in my heart over recent years lessened considerably. From then on, I took on another self-imposed task—chatting online. Upon arriving at the office, my first task was no longer making tea but turning on the computer to go online. As agreed, I met A again on QQ. Today, we greeted each other like old friends. He asked how the discussion went last night, and 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 uplifted, and work felt much lighter. In the afternoon, holding my teacup, I leaned against the office window, gazing at the endless stream of cars below and the bustling crowds, lost in thought. How strange people are, aren't they? Humans have desires, but when do these desires ever end? Always neatly dressed and respectable on the outside, yet deep down, how bizarre and unspeakable are their inner thoughts? What awaits us? Passion? Thrills? Or satisfaction? But after satisfaction, what then? What more could there be? Could there be danger? Could there be disease? Could there be family breakdown...? I dare not think, I dare not continue. Oh, the masses beneath my feet, what are you thinking? How do you live? Do you also have unspeakable secrets like me, one way or another?
After getting off work, I still hurried home in a rush; something was on my mind. Likewise, I also wanted to quickly tell her the result of the chat with A-Jun, hoping she would also be able to accept the promise I had made. After eating dinner in a perfunctory way, I took advantage of washing dishes in the kitchen to quickly and simply tell my wife the result of the conversation I had with A-Jun during the day, and told her that A-Jun and his wife wanted to have a phone call with us. My wife listened to my narration while washing dishes, and in the end lowered her head and chuckled softly. By then I already understood; I didn’t need to wait for her answer. I already had my result. After finishing the housework and arranging for the children to study, I took my wife’s hand and said, "Come on, let’s go take a walk!" My wife said nothing, picked up my phone from the coffee table, and left the house with her arm linked through mine. In early summer, the warm and gentle breeze mixed with the faint fragrance of various plants brushed across our faces; it was so warm and comfortable. It had been a long, long time since we had walked together like this, hand in hand, and I couldn’t help feeling somewhat wistful. The passage of time had already made us feel that youth was no more, and fragments of past trivial memories slowly rose in our hearts. We didn’t immediately call A-Jun and his wife; first we walked arm in arm along the residential complex’s roads, discussing earnestly and honestly. "Have you thought it through?" my wife asked seriously. "I have thought about it, but as for whether I’ve truly decided, I still can’t say. I very much want to experience that novel and exciting feeling. In the past we paid too much attention to the practical side of life and neglected our spiritual feelings. People our age seem to have gone through a lot, but we have never truly valued ourselves." I also replied seriously.
“Then are you ready?” the wife asked next. After a little thought, I answered: “I’ve thought carefully about it these past two days. If both sides can treat each other sincerely, then I think I can still accept it. I really want to try it. What about you? What do you think?” “I, I still can’t say. I don’t object to trying, but I’m afraid I’ll feel too embarrassed then, and I’m worried you won’t be able to accept it.” I smiled at my wife and said, “From a psychological standpoint, I don’t really have any concerns about the matter itself. We’re an old married couple—what’s there not to accept? As long as you’re willing, I have no problem.” My wife also smiled back at me and said, “I also want to try, but I don’t know what the result will be.” I still kept smiling and replied, “Heh heh, don’t think so much about it. Just treat it as a kind of passionate game we’re playing!” My wife was a little shy, hugged my arm tightly, and said softly, “I’m just embarrassed! Doing that with a strange man, how could I not have any reservations?” After hearing her out, I tilted my head up and, for some reason, showed a very mischievous, satisfied smile... Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was past eight in the evening. I said, “Call them!” “Okay,” my wife answered very readily. She took out her mobile phone and handed it to me. I took the phone, and for some reason I suddenly felt 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 going to enter that door and explore the world behind it; we would also transform in that world. Transform into what? I still didn’t know. Maybe only by passing through fire can one be reborn. I dialed A-jun’s number, and they answered quickly, as if they had been waiting for it all along. “Hello? Is this A-jun? Hi!” “It’s me. You must be Qin Yong, right? 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 smoothly in front of a computer, facing the phone receiver at this moment, I actually didn’t know what to say. After being silent for quite a while, I felt that the other side was waiting too, though I couldn’t tell exactly with what kind of mood they were waiting. “Have you discussed it clearly?” After a long while, A-jun was the first to break the silence. “Mm, we’ve discussed it clearly!” I answered firmly. “Then talk with my wife first.” I heard A-jun pass the phone to his wife. At this moment, I immediately felt a rush of heat rising from my heart and gradually spreading to my brain; even my face burned. All the questions and lines I had thought of beforehand had all been forgotten completely. I asked a few irrelevant questions in a rambling way. My wife kept holding tightly to my arm, pressing her head close to my ear, trying to hear clearly any sound from the other end of the phone. I was really so nervous that I didn’t know what to say or what to ask. It felt like, on the other end of the call, A-jun’s wife was chatting very steadily and very skillfully. My wife nudged me, signaling that she wanted to say a few words, and I immediately said, “Let my wife chat with you.” “Sure!” the other side answered calmly. I handed the phone to my wife. She took it and excitedly started chatting with the other person.
I never expected that she, usually so 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 our thoughts on the matter, our concerns, and our requirements regarding sexual matters in full detail, making me blush a little as I listened. I stared at her in astonishment; she occasionally gave me an apologetic smile while speaking. Feeling their conversation was winding down, I interrupted. I steadied myself, took the phone, and said slowly, 'So, what do you think?' On the other end, Mr. A replied somewhat happily, 'We feel good about you. When do you have time? Come over to our place, let's meet. If neither side has any objections, we can play?' 'Sure! We'll discuss it when we get back. After all, this is our first time trying this; we need to talk it over!' I answered very sincerely. 'Alright then! We'll wait for your reply. Goodbye!' 'Bye!' Our first time! Our first ever exciting yet flustered conversation ended just like that. Afterwards, it felt somewhat mysterious and warm, with a slightly sweet taste, leaving one with a lingering aftertaste. After hanging up, we laughed and joked our way home. After settling our son to sleep and finishing washing up, we hurriedly went to bed ourselves.
The usually somewhat dull time before bed had become much livelier now. Half-leaning on the bed, I couldn't wait to ask: 'How did it feel?' My wife just smiled and didn't answer. 'How was it really?' I asked again. My wife was still smiling. After a while, she finally asked: 'Do you really want to know what I think?' 'Of course I want to know!' I said, feeling a bit flustered 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, I don't think I can play with them!' 'What, what? What do you mean you can't? Explain!' At that moment, I felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over the raging flames that had just ignited in my body, instantly extinguishing them. My mind went blank. I didn't know what to say. Could it be that the results of my hard work over the past few days were so easily dismantled by her simple sentence? Was the door of hope that had just begun to open about to be closed so quickly? No!
No! I had to get her to make it clear, ‘Aren’t they pretty good? You tell me, why not?’ After clearing up my confused thoughts, I asked, ‘I don’t know either. I can’t explain it. It just feels like it won’t work. Do you understand that feeling? That feeling isn’t there!’ My wife smiled, and I was once again left speechless. A feeling of dejection rose up naturally, and I lay helplessly on the bed, staring at the ceiling and sighing. Seeing my somewhat downcast look, my wife actually chuckled. I glanced sideways at her somewhat gloating smile and felt somewhat indignant.
I said, 'You're not messing with me, are you? Saying yes with your mouth, but actually not willing in your heart!' My wife laughed again, looking somewhat happy. She said, 'No, no, really not! I just feel like I can't. You can look for someone else; maybe someone else will work! Really, go look again!' I looked at her somewhat resentfully, thinking to myself: Look again?
That’s easy for you to say, as if it were so easy to find! Though a little dissatisfied, on second thought, this kind of thing requires both people to be willing, so it can’t be forced. We chatted for a while about other trivial matters, then all went to sleep. For the first time, that longed-for close encounter ended like this, and with a certain amount of regret and disappointment it became a thing of the past. My once excited and passionate heart gradually grew calm; was this an experience, a kind of maturity? Although we were already around forty and had been through some storms, in this matter we were still like a toddling baby, as if everything had only just begun. Day after day, it repeated, and everything seemed to have returned 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 somewhat, especially when the two of us talked about the idea and process of couple swapping, it always ended in a fierce bedroom battle. We seemed to be slowly accumulating something, and when it accumulated to a certain amount of energy, once it encountered a suitable environment, it would erupt like a volcano. I could clearly feel that we were eager to try. Since that brief and novel contact with Couple A, I also became much more composed online. Occasionally Mr. A would call me to get in touch, hoping for further development, but I politely declined. To be honest, even now I still don’t know why my wife said that day that she ‘didn’t feel anything.’ Whenever I ask her about it, she just smiles and never gives a clear answer. Women are just like that—sometimes impossible to figure out. Later, through my unremitting efforts and careful screening, we got to know Couple B and Couple C one after another. Unlike with Couple A, we did not first video chat and then call. Basically, once the conversation felt about right, we arranged to meet directly, choosing a teahouse as the place to drink tea together. These two meetings were also thrilling, and there was a little bit of excitement. Because before meeting, nobody knew what the other person looked like, what would be discussed after meeting, or what they would do—everything proceeded without any preparation. Mr. and Mrs. B and Mr. and Mrs. C were both quite good; their speech was refined, and you could tell they had good breeding. Mrs. B appeared mature and alluring. They were one or two years younger than us, and their children were already four or five years old. Mrs. C was dignified and pretty, over 1.7 meters tall, and at first glance seemed almost as tall as me. Mr. C and I were about the same age, but his wife was younger, probably by about 10 years. Both meetings took place in a romantic and warm atmosphere. The men could, without any hostility, greedily scan each other’s wives with heated eyes, and the women could, without any restraint, glance shyly at each other’s husbands. Often their eyes would meet and then hurriedly look away, making one’s heart itch unbearably. Although on the surface they talked about everything except the subject at hand, spiritually there was intense collision. Occasionally, taking the opportunity to get up to use the restroom, they would deliberately or inadvertently have slight bodily contact with him or her, hehe, which was truly exciting and pleasurable. When the men talked about some key and stimulating topics, the women would always lower their heads, avoiding the gaze of another man while their faces flushed shyly with waves of redness. Sometimes they would also join in and express their own views, but in the end they would again lower their eyes and smile under the other husband’s fiery gaze. What kind of experience was this? It was so unforgettable that even now, thinking back on it, I still feel as if I were there, unwilling to leave for a long time. However, good things often take work. Although we had more intimate exchanges with Mr. and Mrs. B and Mr. and Mrs. C, for one reason or another we never continued forward. I clearly remember that after those two meetings, my wife and I both enjoyed rather intense bedroom pleasure. Each time, after the utmost excitement and a powerful climax, we would fall asleep exhausted, and in the process, many of our novel fantasies and practices had already begun to be woven in. She was no longer her, and I was no longer me, until one day, Mr. and Mrs. 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, raising their heads and gradually joining in. As for me, I also gazed at Hong with somewhat brazen and greedy eyes. At first, Hong didn't dare to look at me. As the chat topics became more lively, she would occasionally glance at me with her eyes, but whenever she met my gaze, she would immediately avert it. I drank tea, maintaining a smile all along, occasionally stealing glances at my wife and Jun, and found they were the same, their eyes meeting in tense and flustered exchanges. Based on my previous two experiences, I felt confident. As understanding deepened further, the atmosphere of the chat became even more enthusiastic, sweeping away the nervous tension. Jun and I also grew bolder, letting our fervent eyes wander over each other's wives. The wives no longer flusteredly avoided their husbands' gazes, and some bravely exchanged looks with the other party. However, when they discovered the other husband's greedy gaze lingering on certain sensitive areas, a blush still appeared on their faces, and they made some adjustments to their posture. Hong would sometimes intentionally or unintentionally cross her arms in front of her chest, perhaps wanting to slightly block my intense anticipation for her two somewhat prominent breasts. My wife would also sometimes squirm and twist, leaning her body towards me, as if ambiguously avoiding something. Haha, they should probably understand that two husbands with rich life experience had long used their sharp eyes to strip their clothes bare, seeing through their bodies completely; all their bluffing pretenses were fundamentally useless. As time passed, the atmosphere of the chat became more and more relaxed and enthusiastic. The husbands all seemed somewhat excited, talking eloquently and volubly; the wives also stopped being coy and affected, 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 on her chest before my burning gaze, making me somewhat fantasize, swallowing saliva incessantly. My wife would also often adjust her posture, intentionally letting Jun feast his eyes on her charms through her gestures. At this point, I noticed Jun's gaze had become somewhat fixed and dazed. At some unknown moment, the topic shifted, suddenly turning to content we all somewhat anticipated yet were too embarrassed to mention. After the previous warm-up, Jun and I both seemed much braver. We shared our respective views with each other with considerable candor. While Jun was speaking, I deliberately gently nudged my wife beside me. My wife immediately understood my intention, lowering her head full of shyness, and nodded with a motion imperceptible to the other party. I knew my wife was already satisfied with Jun. After obtaining my wife's consent, I was extremely happy, listening to Jun's talk with a full-faced smile. Looking at Hong again, she was lowering her head, fiddling with the teacup in her hand, 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. Only our couple and Hong remained in the room, and silence fell again for a moment; 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 loudly, feeling blood rushing throughout my body. Such a straightforward question, I really didn't know how Hong would answer.
Hong glanced at me, then lowered her head again, saying softly: '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 clearly aware that there were no longer any barriers or obstacles between our two couples, and the four minds could now communicate freely. After answering my wife's question, Hong was already extremely shy, her face red like a piece of red cloth. When Jun returned, he didn't notice anything unusual and continued the conversation as before. I also deliberately stood up, signaling I needed to use the restroom. I knew I should give their couple an opportunity to communicate with my wife alone, so I consciously stayed outside a bit longer. As expected, the atmosphere inside the room had become very heated, everyone acting like old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, appearing very intimate. The subsequent chat developed into something explicit and straightforward, with laughter and playful sounds filling the air. 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 passed quickly, 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, exchanging our impressions of Jun and Hong. With our son not home today, we could be unrestrained. While washing up, we even started the playful flirting we had when we were young. My wife said, 'Hong is quite nice, even fuller than me—you got lucky!' I didn't hold back either: 'Aren't you the same? Flirting all night, making Jun stare with wide eyes...'
Between laughter we returned to the bedroom bed, my wife did not, as per her long-standing habit, directly go to bed, but instead turned her back to me behind her, teasingly removed her thin nightgown, completely naked. For some reason, facing a body that was already familiar beyond recognition, I felt a burning desire. Usually, I would just numbly glance at it, then helplessly climb into bed and fall asleep snoring. However now, I felt that standing before me was not my wife, but Red, with a mature, full body. My eyes were somewhat blurred, unable to distinguish whether it was reality or illusion. I seemed to see Red's high mountains, lush grasslands constantly calling out to me. In an instant, I exploded, like an experienced hunter, fiercely rushing towards my prey. My wife clearly sensed the difference between me and before, yet she happily struggled to avoid the hunter's pursuit. However, the prey could not escape the hunter's attack, and she surrendered in a cry. Without the presence of our son, we became more unrestrained. After a fierce struggle, my wife exclaimed in delight, and after a loud cry of excitement, I lowered my beloved hunting gun. We once again, rarely, embraced and fell asleep. After meeting the other couple, I and Jun were almost daily in contact online, joking around with each other, and actively discussing our various plans, secretly preparing for everything. In the following two weekends, we both agreed to have meals together. We always found a private room for secret talks, but we didn't care much about the delicious food; the key was to experience the stimulating teasing that touched the heart. Interestingly, for some reason we had an unspoken understanding, during the meal we exchanged positions, Red sat by my side, and my wife sat by Jun's.
Everything was proceeding in a warm and romantic atmosphere; invisibly, we had all already made full mental preparations. During the meal, the conversation was relaxed and cheerful, and inevitably we talked about quite a few private matters. When asking whether the wives were willing to do this or that, it often made them blush and lower their heads to snicker. The wives no longer had the caution and shyness of when they first met, and instead made many unexpectedly bold moves.
I noticed my wife often whispering with Jun, then blushing and giggling while smoothing her dress. I would also, at opportune moments, secretly place my hand on Hong's leg, gently stroking it out of sight of my wife and Jun. Hong didn't shy away at all, letting my hand roam there. She would even, during brief moments like picking up food or handling objects, lean over and intentionally brush her ample breasts against my arm. I was somewhat intoxicated, feeling my lower body swelling continuously. Once, I whispered in Hong's ear: 'I really like your breasts, I'd love to see them.' Hong blushed slightly but pretended nothing was wrong. While my wife and Jun across the table weren't paying attention, she quickly moved her hand to my side, under my arm, and pulled open the sleeve of her sleeveless dress. I also pretended to sit properly, stealing a greedy glance at her treasures. 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. I felt unsatisfied, pondering my next mischievous idea. During our second dinner date, we basically discussed substantive matters, agreeing on the next steps and location. We were all excited, talking over each other, discussing fervently. After finalizing the plan, the latter half of the time was for mutual exchange between us: me and Hong, my wife and Jun. So thrilling! With the private room door tightly closed, we shed all pretense, boldly displaying our desires, with various little actions constantly appearing. My wife and Jun whispered, completely ignoring our presence, often with two hands—no, four hands—fiddling with something 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 either, 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. She slowly leaned her body forward, moving closer to mine, 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; humans are greedy, after all!
I leaned over Red's ear, whispered a few words, Red laughed and hit me with her fist, then she stood up and said she needed to go to the bathroom. After a while, Red returned to the room, closed the door, and seemed a bit uneasy, pushing it hard. Wife and Jun were in high spirits and didn't pay any attention to us. Red returned to her seat, spotted the right moment, and leaned forward again, leaning toward me, it was really rare. I pretended to smile and looked at Wife and Jun's activities, but my hand secretly reached for Red's breasts. Haha, exactly as I requested, Red went out and unfastened her bra clasp. I wrapped one arm around Red's shoulder, casually talking to her, and Red cooperated well, chatting with me as if we were having a mutual conversation. However, my hand didn't stop at all, moving past the thin clothes and bra, freely squeezing. I truly felt Red's full chest, feeling her big, hard nipples, and even squeezed them a bit. Red didn't resist, letting my hand roam over her chest, only occasionally trying to cover for me, since we still dared not be too bold. I nervously explored, hoping to enjoy more in the short time. After feeling Red's sincere cooperation, I started further exploration, I became a bit bolder, my hand unconsciously reached into the sleeve under her armpit, and secretly went in. Red was surprised, immediately leaned down. I quickly touched Red's soft chest, feeling the tender and elastic skin. When I was about to reach the peak and take the tempting fruit, Red suddenly moved away, I didn't insist anymore and withdrew my hand. I smiled satisfied, today I had already gained a lot, let's leave it for next time. I made an excuse, Red went out to tidy her clothes and returned to the room again. Over there, Wife and Jun were still very active, but all under complete cover, I didn't see anything. Soon, everyone had enjoyed themselves and got what they wanted, then said goodbye. We all understood that our next meeting would be the beginning of a new journey. On the way home, I and Wife were still in an excited state, laughing and talking about the process just now. I told Wife everything truthfully, she laughed heartily, I eagerly asked about her and Jun's situation, Wife laughed and told me about her and Jun's little actions. Unexpectedly, they were even more than us, Jun not only touched her breasts during laughter, but even had a look at Wife's skirt bottom, and even touched her through her clothes. Oh! How unpredictable people are! Back home, we all took a hot bath, feeling a bit tired, and with the beautiful expectation of the next meeting, we fell asleep.
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 conflict. 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 triumphed over reason, trying to break through all restraints. The weekend quietly arrived, and on Saturday, we entrusted our son to our parents. Early in the morning, we got up and packed all the prepared items—food, drinks, and entertainment supplies 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, wanting to add to the fun of the game. After packing, we set off full of anticipation, chatting and laughing along the way. Around noon, we reached the agreed-upon location in the distant suburbs of the city—a quiet, elegant hot spring resort hotel. It was somewhat different from the hot spring resort we had 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 about. Everything was so quiet and warm. We had agreed with Jun and his wife that the expenses for these two days would be split equally. Jun and Hong had arrived a bit earlier than us; they had already checked in and were waiting for us. It was a large suite with two bedrooms and a living room—hah, I really admired Jun and Hong's discerning taste and thorough consideration. 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 arrive, I suddenly felt my heart pounding intensely, my breathing grew tense, my face gradually grew hot, and even my voice trembled slightly. Glancing at my wife beside me, she also seemed a bit nervous like me; she helplessly wrapped her arms around mine, pressing her body tightly against me, completely losing the relaxed ease from earlier. Taking another look at Hong, she hurriedly avoided my gaze, her face instantly turning red. Jun was busy helping us with our luggage and pouring tea for us. The air felt somewhat frozen, and we all silently watched Jun finish his tasks. Suddenly, the phone in the room rang, breaking the current silence. It was the restaurant calling to tell us that 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, parched throat, trembling slightly. 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 and bustle, were all dressed 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. As we enjoyed the delicious food, we chatted 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 that Jun was probably doing the same thing at that moment. A few times, I attempted to move my hand toward the sensitive area near Hong's inner thigh. Hong startled, quickly clamped her legs tightly together, and quietly used her hand to move away my exploring touch.
After a while, seeing my wife and Jun chatting happily and not paying attention to us, she leaned close to my ear and whispered to me: 'Isn't it all yours in a moment? Why so impatient?' I chuckled foolishly, turned my face to look at her. Hong was already extremely shy. I knew that if I reached out to hug her at that moment, she would definitely collapse into my arms. Lunch ended quickly, and back in the room, we all felt a bit awkward again. No one dared to mention the exchange. Finally, everyone decided to go soak in the hot springs first to relax and ease the mood. We each changed into swimsuits and swim trunks, found a pool that could just accommodate four people, and soaked in the hot springs. Freed from the confinement of clothing, the wives' plump, mature bodies were displayed before their husbands' eyes. Although they no longer possessed the graceful, upright, and perky figures of young girls, the mature charm of middle-aged women still stirred waves of desire in us. Jun and I exchanged knowing smiles. My wife was next to Jun, and Hong was leaning against me as we lay side by side in the warm pool water. Soon, our entire bodies felt thoroughly warmed, and we kept sweating. Hong was indeed taller and plumper than my wife, especially her chest and hips, which frequently attracted my burning gaze. Compared to Hong, my wife, who originally felt somewhat plump, now appeared petite, possessing a different kind of charm. Jun and I gazed at them with unabashed, predatory eyes. Hong seemed to have realized she could no longer avoid my greedy craving for her peaks and grasslands, so she simply generously displayed her body. I felt somewhat lightheaded, and my lower body gradually swelled. I exerted a little force, submerging my entire body in the water. I dared not look anymore, afraid I couldn't control myself and do something. Jun and my wife were chatting and laughing nearby, close at hand, but I couldn't hear anything clearly. The whole scene gave the feeling that Hong was my wife, while my wife was Jun's woman. Over an hour of soaking in the hot springs had relaxed our entire bodies and bones. Both Jun and I realized that everything was ready, it was time to begin. The two of us suggested returning to the room. My wife and Hong said nothing, lowering their heads in silent consent. Wrapping ourselves in bath towels, Jun and I walked ahead, talking softly, discussing how to start the next step. My wife and Hong followed behind with lowered heads, timidly, as if pondering how to face the outcome that would follow. Jun and I quickly communicated our thoughts. Actually, we had already communicated extensively on QQ beforehand; now it was just reconfirmation.
From the hot spring to the room, the short distance somehow felt so long. Although my mouth excitedly kept talking, my heart was pounding with drums, somewhat looking forward to the passion coming soon, yet also somewhat afraid of its arrival. I didn’t know what the other three were thinking, whether they were also like me, or had already cast caution to the wind? Then we reached our room, and Jun skillfully opened the door, and we filed in one after another. To ease the tense atmosphere, we each poured a cup of tea first. My wife and Hong were wearing swimsuits, wrapped in bath towels, sitting on the sofa in the living room, drinking tea and lowering their heads in silence. I glanced at my wife, exchanged a look with Jun, held my teacup, and sat beside Hong; Jun also sat beside my wife, and I felt Hong flinch away a little nervously. Feeling the tension of our wives, Jun and I exchanged looks again and suggested first taking a shower, then playing cards 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, all bare-chested; we knew the extra clothes were no longer necessary. My wife and Hong were wearing nightgowns, both the kind with very low necklines and lots of exposure, the tank-top style only worn in one’s own bedroom. Hong seemed to be wearing a bra, making it impossible to glimpse the whole picture at a glance. My wife was a bit bolder and wasn’t wearing a bra; the outline of her two plump breasts was clearly visible, and the two large nipples, proudly set off by the nightgown, couldn’t help but stir the imagination.
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