I was invited to join my wife and her close friend, the president, for a small get-together over a hotpot to deepen their bond. She agreed, but then insisted on round two. Seeing her like that, I felt a pang of affection. My wife has a voluptuous figure and large breasts. She's a bit erotic, or rather quite erotic, which is why I'm regretting it so much now. A few weeks ago, the president who seems to have taken a liking to me got carried away with some erotic talk while drunk, and I boldly said, 'Leave it to me.' And today, that day has come. The president says it's necessary for cherishing one's wife... What we're going to do is... spouse swapping, or swinging. If I could just say 'sorry' in my drunken state, he might forgive me, but I can't even say that. I lied to my wife, telling her it was a hotpot party for business, and before I knew it, the day had arrived. My steps felt heavy as I made my way to the president's house. He greeted me with a smile, and when I told him I hadn't mentioned anything to my wife, he smiled back and said, 'Leave it to me.' The president's wife was younger than I expected, and seeing her, I thought maybe that talk was a lie after all. After we toasted together, the tension eased, and then his wife started saying, 'Well, shall we...'.
