Two years ago, frankly speaking, I did not think of wife-swapping this thing, I have heard others say, they always talk about the time to talk about the tone of the joke, for me, this is simply impossible, and will not happen to my body. I have always thought that sex is a private and secret matter between couples, at that time, I said I also dare not say the word wife-swapping.
Let me tell you, in fact, I do not feel that sexual intercourse or other issues related to sex is a kind of shame, and I am not conservative, when I am with my husband, I can implement different positions with him, and after each time to discuss the process of which, we couples are not afraid of embarrassment, but rather in the discussion of each time after the more wonderful and more exciting to do.
I don’t really know if other couples do this, but I do know that it’s absolutely normal for us to do this, and in my case, it’s more of a family affair.
I used to be afraid that my husband would have an affair. Although he was only an ordinary civil servant, he had to travel elsewhere on business once or twice a year, and I thought he would have different kinds of sexual encounters or have the opportunity to go looking for a woman, and in the year when we first got married, he admitted that he had fooled around with other women when he went out, and I didn’t mind it too much. I think most men would do the same thing if they didn’t have their wives around.
Therefore, after a short while, he began to tell me all about his erotic encounters, and he told me about the exciting process. When I heard him tell those erotic episodes, I got excited myself.
Although, my husband has had quite a bit of sex outside of our marriage, I have never had it. I don’t know if he would mind, but the fact is that it never happened. It’s not that I didn’t want to when he left me to go out, honestly, my body needed it a million times over. Despite that, I forced myself not to do anything to hook up.
One day, my husband came back from the outside, suddenly proposed to me a game of wife swapping, at that time I simply could not believe my own ears, in the absence of ideological preparations, I strongly opposed, and I feel that I have suffered a great deal of shame.
It was like this: the other day he came back from another place, and he told me that he had been to a party outside, and that there were five pairs of men and women attending, three of whom had brought their wives with them, and that my husband and the two single young men there had already agreed on who would have who, and that, as a result, they had spent two days and two nights together in an orgy. He described every detail of it to me, as if he was still longing for those two days and two nights, and he even told me every action in detail, which I felt was very new and very scared.
He then blurted out that he was going to swap wives with someone else! In fact he had already agreed to a crazy wife-swapping party with a few other couples. I was even more scared when I heard that. I refused all his offers, I just felt that he was betraying me, that he was oppressing me and making me a promiscuous person. I thought to myself, how could I be with a man who was but a total stranger, naked, and how could I allow him to caress me or even have sex with me. That would be impossible, something I could never accept!
Our discussion resulted in a big fight. But my husband still would not relax me, and he kept on lobbying me, using all the forces of coercion and inducement. As a result, I had no choice but to give in, and I had to promise him, with reluctance and fear, to go to this party.
The first time I went to a party, I was filled with fear and trepidation. I didn’t even know how to dress myself, and at dusk that day, I didn’t seem to know what I was wearing or how to get dressed and get into the car. In fact, I didn’t know where I was going to attend the party. When I arrived at the place, I saw a couple in the house who seemed to be the hosts of the party.
When I walked inside, they introduced me to the other guests, and my husband had long since gotten to know the people here.
I saw that they did not look nervous at all, but rather relaxed. They spoke naturally, as if they were attending a party of ordinary friends.
I felt as if I had been abandoned, and even my husband didn’t half care enough to pay attention to me. After a while, they seemed to be expecting a new topic, a new gadget, and my head went blank. Then, in my mind, I just wondered what would become of me after a while. At that moment, I suddenly thought, I’d better get out of here, I don’t know what’s going to become of me if I don’t stop at the edge of the cliff.
But it was not long before I realized that this was not the case, and after half an hour, when there was nothing more to talk about, and moreover a glass of wine, the host couple proposed to come to the point.
I wanted to get out while I could, but I couldn’t, knowing that if I did, my marriage to my husband might end, and I loved my husband too much to do that!
I thought to myself: this must be an old wife-swapping party, it must be a place where each person finds a partner and then goes off on their own to find a rendezvous, then I’ll be alone and to a strange man, I’ll be going nuts.
However, the way these people exchanged was really different from the others, they actually started right at the guest hearing. It was a scene I had never seen before!
Every one of them began to undress, it seemed not as terrible as imagined, because everyone took off, instead I felt rude not to take off, I also had to follow each person, take off their own clothes until they were naked.
The room was dimly lit and warm, but I was shivering uncontrollably. And it all began in a state of trepidation!
Each of them took up a favorable position in the living room and began to have sex! In all my life, I had never even thought of such a scene, and I began to gaze at them curiously. I saw two of them, not far from me, embracing and caressing each other, and their movements made my heart flutter. My body began to burn like fire! I almost forgot that I was looking at the others, but I was doing what they were doing.
Vaguely I realized that a man was marching towards me, he said something to me, but so far I can’t remember what he said, and then his hands came towards me, it was as if he had a hundred hands and a thousand arms, and I had been touched by him on every part of my body, in fact, I didn’t feel anything, as I was gazing at the pairs of men and women before me who were having coitus, and watched them in their hot and passionate movements. Yes, I must have had some reaction because I was unknowingly sitting in the arms of a strange man. He continued to fondle my breasts, my thighs.
Suddenly, I felt some different sexual excitement than I had before, and instead of watching other people’s actions, I concentrated on the sexual excitement and pleasure. I didn’t care what this partner of mine looked like or what his name was, all I knew was that he was a man, a man with a well-developed sexual organ. I let him enter me, thrusting straight into the depths of my vagina. I felt his prick was thick and hot, much bigger than my husband’s. I wanted to taste another man too.
That’s when I stumbled upon my husband, who was naked and clinging to another woman, a beautiful woman I didn’t recognize, who rode with her legs spread apart writhing and squirming in my husband’s arms, presumably with my husband’s sex inside her flesh, and with a look of great satisfaction on both his and her faces, literally in a state of ecstasy!
Seeing my husband making love to another woman made my guilty heart relax. The man’s touch also made me feel like I was in heaven. I began to enter a state of ecstasy. I hugged the man tightly and desperately grinded and stroked his prick with my pussy, just like the woman in my husband’s arms.
After a few moments of this, the man picked me up and put me on the couch. He grabbed me by the ankles, lifted my legs up and then rammed his big, hard prick into my bottom. His movements took me to places like I had never been before. I didn’t know if he was enjoying me or I was enjoying him, I seemed to be on a series of waves of pleasure.
When it was all over, I just lay down on the floor feeling weak, closed my eyes and thought back to the joy of the sex I had just had with the man. I couldn’t believe that what I had dreaded so much was making me think about it, I was no longer afraid, I just felt that it was an incomparable pleasure, a pleasure that my husband had never given me.
That night didn’t just end there, the rest of the night was a big exchange and I came several times in the living room with several other men. I was no longer passive or unwilling. I didn’t know my husband was hanging out with several women, I stopped paying attention to him I just concentrated on my own enjoyment and I remember other more complicated games that night than just two guys working together. I also vaguely remember that I was even in a sex game with three men.
Normally, I would have thought they were gang-raping me, but by then I was mesmerized. I let each man take his turn thrusting his cock in and out of my pussy until I came.
Some people say that after attending a party of this kind, they must not be able to get enough of it when they get home, they must have another go with their spouses, but I did not, I felt weak all over, I just slept in my bed, and fell asleep in less than five minutes, it was as if I had had an aphrodisiacal dream, and I slept thirteen hours at a time, and when I got up I felt good, more full of vigor than before, I felt that my whole body was full of life, and I seemed to be reborn once more, a totally different new person.