I never thought that I would be handed over to another man's bed by my husband.

Wife swapping, it's his outlet for desire, yet it is my abyss of pain. The incident took place last weekend, my husband who hadn't touched me for three months, suddenly gave me a piece of lingerie, saying he would take me out for a day trip on the weekend.

My face blushed, but deep down, I was a bit thrilled and anticipatory.

My husband hadn't touched me for over three months, although I wasn't desperate, I could feel lonely when the night got silent. More importantly, I was afraid my husband was tired of me.

For this trip, I specifically went to the beauty salon for treatment, but when we set off, I found out that another unfamiliar couple was joining us.

Saying that it was to split the cost of the Airbnb, found on the internet for sharing the travel, I was annoyed, but I couldn't say much. I could only console myself that we were sleeping in separate rooms, and it didn't matter to them.

But on the road, I felt something was wrong.

The husband from that couple kept sneaking glances at me. I was wearing a low-cut short skirt, not sure how much of me he has seen.

After arriving at the Airbnb, I quickly took my husband into the room and complained to him about the strange behavior of the other husband.

But my husband just dodged my stare and urged me to take a bath.

My face turned red, wondering why my husband was so eager today.

After taking a bath, I carefully sprayed some perfume and changed into the lingerie my husband gifted me.

But when I walked out of the bathroom, the room was pitch dark. I tried the switch only to find out the light seemed to be broken.

I called out "Honey" several times, but nobody responded. I picked up my cell phone, only to see a WeChat message from him saying he had gone to buy something.

Could it be that he went to buy that?

My face reddened further as I climbed into bed, waiting for him to return.

Ten minutes later, the door opened.

I hurriedly lay down.

It's been more than three months since we last did it, I found myself feeling somewhat nervous.

Soon, I saw a dark figure climbing onto the bed. His hands began to insolently wander my body; his breaths heavy.

A flush crept onto my face as I complained coquettishly, "Husband, why are you so eager today?"

He chuckled, a husky voice rang out, "How can I not be, when I get to make love to such a beautiful lady?"

I froze.

No!

That was not my husband's voice; it was the husband from the other couple we were traveling with!

"What are you doing, you pervert!" I was terrified. I pushed him away with all my strength, screaming for help, "Husband! Husband, where are you!"

Taken by surprise, the man was shoved away, but he quickly pounced back, pinning me down, and cursed, "You bloody bitch! Your husband is next door sleeping with my wife! He sent me here as a trade!"

His words hit me like a slap, leaving me stunned.

The man became impatiently, and he roughly pulled open my nightgown, his large hands brutally groping me.

"Let go!" The pain brought me back to my senses, and I started kicking and punching, screaming.

I bit down hard on that man's arm, causing him to flinch in pain and release his grip on me. Seizing the opportunity, I ran out of the room like a madwoman, with the man cursing furiously behind me.

The couple's room was right next door to ours. I pounded with all my might on their door.

"Wu Zheng, get the hell out here!"

I kept banging, and finally, the door swung open.

I saw Wu Zheng's panic-stricken face, the buttons on his shirt scattered across his chest. Beyond his shoulder, I saw a naked woman lying on the bed.

I sobbed uncontrollably, pounding on Wu Zheng like a madwoman.

At that moment, I felt a hatred beyond imagination.

But Wu Zheng knelt down, pleading for my forgiveness, crying that nothing happened between him and that woman. He claimed it was the other man's idea to swap wives and he naively agreed in a moment of confusion.

Despite my fury and hatred, even though the thought of a divorce crossed my mind, I chose to forgive Wu Zheng in the end.

I consoled myself, thinking he must have been bewitched momentarily. I should give him a second chance.

That incident passed, but it stayed lodged in my mind like a malignant tumor. Often, I would wake from my sleep, disturbed by nightmares of that sleazy man's grin.

It wasn't until two months later that I began to let go of the resentment. I finally agreed to let Wu Zheng touch me again.

But each time, I felt no pleasure, just passively responding to him like a puppet.