My friend and I went to a prostitute and he brought his wife along.

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Yesterday, something interesting happened to me. In the afternoon, I was on the phone with a former colleague, and we somehow ended up talking about our old days of going to prostitutes together. We got more and more excited as we talked. Back then, we both had this fetish, lived close by, and would go to various bars and KTVs to pick up girls after work.
Now, we both have families and are busy with our careers, so we see each other less and less.
I really missed those days, and since it was the weekend, we decided to get together.
His family owns a small factory, but his father doesn't want to manage it anymore, so he's now quite wealthy.
The place we agreed to meet wasn't far from where I get off work, and he was coming to meet me after work.
We met in front of the company. I was driving a Passat, and he was driving a Land Rover, much taller than mine.
As soon as his car stopped, a beautiful woman in fishnet stockings got out. I thought to myself, "This guy has a secretary with him."
But when he got out of the car and introduced himself, it turned out to be his wife. She looked to be in her early thirties, dressed very flamboyantly in high heels and fishnet stockings. A tight-fitting knitted dress seemed a bit too tight on her, probably because of her slight belly, but her waistline was still very attractive.
I was surprised that a woman her age would dress so provocatively, especially with her husband.
We chatted casually in the car for a while, while his wife sat quietly listening without interrupting, appearing quite reserved.
It was clear he held a high position in the family. We had a pleasant conversation, and since it was time for dinner, he let his wife drive his Land Rover and follow us.
We found a seafood restaurant, ordered some dishes, and his wife helped pour tea and offer cigarettes, acting very approachable and gentle – a stark contrast to her flamboyant appearance.
As we talked, she fiddled with her bracelet, blinking her heavily made-up eyes at us.
It was then that I noticed the woman was wearing a bracelet and earrings, and a diamond pendant on her lap. Her neckline was lace, barely noticeable unless you were looking closely.
I immediately thought to myself, why am I always staring at women in front of their husbands? I don't have that problem, but my friend's reaction was as if it were perfectly normal.
We talked about old times, avoiding any family topics—it would be impolite to press for answers.
However, we did reminisce quite a bit about
our past philandering, and he didn't shy away from it. I felt a pang of sympathy for him; if he and his wife were to fight at home, I'd feel terrible for him. Surprisingly, his wife even listened to our past affairs as a joke, engaging in lively conversation.
After dinner, my friend seemed a bit carried away by our earlier conversation and insisted on going to a karaoke bar and hiring some prostitutes.
I was dumbfounded, but his wife was happily going along with him. I couldn't very well suggest going home now.
We went to a nearby KTV that offered special services (I'm sure older folks can tell). I whispered something to my friend, reminding him to order, but he just chuckled at his wife and called over a waiter to order (meaning we could choose the girls).
Soon, a group of scantily clad women came to our private room, all dressed very provocatively. My friend and I randomly picked two to keep, and sent the rest away.
The remaining two women were a hot babe, wearing a sexy leather bodysuit, and a petite woman dressed in a Lolita style, though her half-exposed breasts were quite eye-catching.
His wife served us drinks and cigarettes as before, but seemed even more alluring and seductive than before, quite different from her dignified demeanor during dinner.
Seeing that my friend's wife was quite promiscuous, the two women gradually relaxed and asked if we wanted to pay extra for services. I asked what kind of services.
They replied that they could offer striptease, nude video chat, and for an extra fee, they could do something more elaborate.
I glanced at my friend's wife; she smiled at me. My friend said I was silly—that's what you do when you're out having fun, of course I'd take it.
The women then started playing music and performing a striptease. Seeing I was still hesitant, my friend patted my shoulder and chuckled, asking why I was so timid. He suggested I have his wife perform a more energetic dance to perk me up.
Before I could even hear him, he patted his wife's buttocks and said a few words. His wife gave me a mischievous look, then swayed to her feet, moving with a cat-like gait, dancing seductively. Sometimes she'd sway her hips, sometimes she'd twist her waist and sway her buttocks. Even more unbelievably, she started a striptease with the other two women, seemingly competing for attention.
I was astonished. It seemed such a gentle woman could perform such provocative and lewd movements, even stripping down to just a sexy thong, fishnet stockings, and high heels in front of her husband, to choreograph a nude dance for other men.
My feelings at that moment were both exciting and contradictory. When she rubbed her snow-white buttocks against my thighs, my lower body involuntarily hardened. She took off her last thong in front of me, and I could clearly see her slightly parted vulva under her shaved pubic hair, as well as a colorful flower and butterfly tattooed on her lower abdomen.
The expression on her face was seductive, and when I looked at my friend, it was the tacit understanding we had when we used to go to prostitutes together, and a bit of inexplicable excitement.
"You can choose from these three sluts first."
These were his exact words, as if his own wife was just an insignificant plaything in his eyes.
I felt something soft approaching my eyes and being put into my mouth. It was my friend's wife's nipple. She was offering herself to me. What else could I ask for?
I sat back, revealing the buckle on my belt. His wife understood what I meant, unbuckled her belt, and pulled down my pants. I stood in front of her like this, wearing shoes, socks, and a shirt, naked from the waist down. She licked the head of my erect penis with her tongue, and then knelt down to give me oral sex and deep throat. Then I carried her to the sofa. She was only wearing fishnet stockings and high heels. I embraced her full, smooth body and leaned down.
As if she knew what I was going to do, she opened her legs and guided my hot penis to her vagina, squeezing in half of the head. Then she looked at me and teased gently, "Silly girl, do you want me to do it?" I chuckled and slowly inserted myself. It felt so warm and cozy, soft and warm, getting tighter and tighter with each insertion. As I increased my speed, her voice became even more melodious and soft.
I couldn't resist the erotic feeling, and after a few hundred rapid thrusts, I felt like I was going to ejaculate and pulled out.
She thought I was about to ejaculate, so she sat up, panting, and opened her mouth to catch my semen. After waiting for a long time without feeling the gush of fluid, she opened her eyes and said gently, "Honey, I'm in my safe period today, so let him ejaculate inside me." He was also busy with a threesome, fucking the two prostitutes, although he kept watching us. I didn't understand how watching my wife being fucked so hard with her legs spread apart could be so enjoyable.
Soon, a friend replied, "It's best to ejaculate from behind. You cleaned there today, right? Let him try." So, she lay down again, holding my penis, and guided it to her anus. With the glans still wet with my semen, it slid smoothly into her anus. I've played with many anal sexes, but hers was special. It wasn't just the anus that was tight, but the inside was even tighter. I struggled to thrust in and out for over a hundred times before I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. I pulled out only after I finished. This time, she didn't bring her mouth to my mouth; after all, it came from her anus, and she was probably a little disgusted.
He had already finished and was watching us from the side. Seeing that we were done, he grinned mischievously and asked me, "That was exciting today, wasn't it? Didn't expect to play like this, did you?"
"Your sister-in-law and I used to always go out and have fun behind the backs of our acquaintances. Today you're the first acquaintance we've met, haha. I was afraid you wouldn't like your sister-in-law, so I had her dressed up nicely. What do you think? She looks a bit like a prostitute now, doesn't she? One day I'll have her dressed like that and work as a prostitute, maybe even become the top one. Haha...ha..." The two girls next to me were stunned. I was speechless. So they thought I was an innocent lamb. I've been around before. If you had told me to be the male escort earlier, I wouldn't have been so hesitant. It
's not like I haven't done this before. Now, thinking about how I had my wife violated right in front of him, I felt a strange excitement.
We got dressed and chatted and joked for a long time. It was already three o'clock when we got home. I didn't expect that after I got home, he would send me a picture of his wife that he took before, saying he would give me a handjob that night. Unbelievable.
Looking at that photo, it looks so much like one I saw on a wife-swapping website before. So you've been doing this all along, huh? Damn, you didn't contact me because you heard I was married, did you?
He's a lecher just like me.
I didn't expect you to stay silent. You know, I'm not giving up.
Because I think it's worth it. Even if you don't contact me, it's your punishment for me, and I'll accept it without complaint.
Hehe, don't blame me, I've attached the photo. Consider it punishment for not contacting me, haha.

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