[Urban] Beautiful Married Woman Prostitute (Complete) - 10-12

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Part Three: I Procured Clients for My Wife

(Part 1)

Last time I mentioned that I was discussing with netizens about having my wife prostitute herself.

It seems quite a few people are interested in her.

Later, I told my wife about it.

At first, she thought I was joking and said, "Okay, if you want me to, I'll do it."

Later, when she realized I was serious, she panicked and absolutely refused.

I said, "Don't think prostitution is despicable. Actually, it's very exciting. There aren't many things in life that can truly excite and thrill us. We all live conventional lives, content and carefree, only occasionally experiencing the thrill of transgression, the adrenaline rush, and the beauty of fantasy through fictional scenes in movies and TV shows. But life should be colorful, and living should be extraordinary. Otherwise, the mundane and boring will wear down all passion and all our edges. Sometimes I really wish a plane could fly overhead, so I could shout out loud amidst the deafening roar, screaming until I'm hoarse, losing myself in the moment, venting all the frustration in my heart, because no one could hear my shouts..."

"Do you really think my prostitution can give you excitement and pleasure?" my wife asked me, still somewhat doubtful.

"Of course. Not only exciting, but also profitable!" I said.

After much persuasion, and given our family's tight finances and my wife's longing for a comfortable life, she finally relented a bit, pouting nervously as she asked, "How do you want me to sell myself?"

My wife's thin lips were so alluring, I longed to kiss her and embrace her tightly. But I said, "Of course I'll sell you secretly. I wouldn't teach you to open a brothel with red lanterns, only to get arrested by the police instead of making a sale."

My wife blushed and said, "That's not what I meant. I'm asking you, who do you want to sell me to? And where? Actually, prostitution is quite complicated, not as simple as you think, where I just take my pants off and it's over."

I said, "I know, I've thought about everything you asked. As for who you want to sell me to, it's better to sell me to a stranger, so as not to be ridiculed by acquaintances. As for the location, I think our house is fine, okay?"

"No, no," my wife shook her head repeatedly, "How can you bring a client to our house? What if the client keeps bothering us afterward, or we argue about the fees, and the neighbors will inevitably find out."

"That makes sense." I started to worry, "Then... how about we book a room in a hotel?"

"You're so naive. Do you think it's that easy to book a hotel room and solicit customers? First, you have to pay exorbitant room fees. Second, you have to bribe the staff and security guards. Even if a customer pays me 500 yuan, we'd probably only make a few hundred, which isn't cost-effective. Besides, would they even pay that much?"

"A woman as beautiful as you should be fine with 500 yuan," I retorted.

My wife is 1.66 meters tall and weighs 102 kilograms. Her model-like figure is more beautiful and captivating than many actresses. She has large breasts, a slender waist, and full, rounded hips that are eye-catching. What's

most captivating about her is her speech and demeanor. She graduated from a prestigious university; she's gentle, noble, and delicate—the most perfect girl I've ever met. Unfortunately, she lost her virginity as a child, was played with by her boyfriend in college, and was gang-raped by three men by the river this Mid-Autumn Festival. Otherwise, I really wouldn't let her go into prostitution.

"Maybe some customers will pay more than this," my wife sighed, looking at me. "But most men probably can't afford it. The economy is so bad right now, and besides, there are so many women going into prostitution..."

"Is that so?" I pondered alone on the bed.

"Maybe, honey, let's not make me sell myself. Really... we can have less money, that's fine." My wife looked at me pitifully, her bright eyes and long eyelashes making her even more alluring.

"No! I want you to sell yourself!" I myself felt it was really going too far. My wife is a pretty young woman, full of youthful energy, with a pretty face that always has a sweet smile. Moreover, she loves me very much after we got married. She always does the housework and is very proactive and enthusiastic in bed.

But, thinking about her passionate encounters with her ex-boyfriend from college, about being gang-raped by three men, and about her hymen being broken long ago, I wish I could make her a prostitute for real. From the very first thought of having her prostitute herself, I knew I was irresistibly excited by this plan; I couldn't control this impulse within me.

"Honey, I'm so scared…please don't push me into another man's arms, okay?" My wife nestled against my chest, letting me stroke her hair.

I thought to myself, "Before you met me, didn't you also act like this in your ex-boyfriend's arms? Why pretend to be so innocent in front of me now?"

So I said, "What other man? Actually, if I blindfolded you, could you guess whether the penis inside you is mine or another man's?"

"Pah, you're talking nonsense." My wife wriggled in my arms, her delicate hand reaching for my genitals.

"Fine, not only do I want you to talk nonsense, I also want you to immediately have sex with another man." The intense teasing made me unable to resist either. I pressed my wife down, then pressed my lips against her breasts and kissed her mouth. "Promise me, will you be a prostitute?"

"If you really won't despise me for it... I'll do whatever you say..." Seeing that I was determined, my wife buried her head in my chest and said sweetly.

"You truly are my good wife. I tell you, I will always love you."

We couldn't help but caress each other's bodies. My wife writhed like a snake, her little tongue constantly teasing my mouth. I began to take off her clothes. One hand slipped inside her panties, and my caress of her soft vulva intensified my reaction.

"It seems she really is willing to be a prostitute."

My mind involuntarily conjured up the image of her lying on her back beneath another man, panting softly. I was completely lost in fantasy, becoming even more excited.

My wife, of course, had no idea what I was thinking. She felt my frenzied reaction and couldn't let go. I was so aroused that I had to have sex with her. So I pulled her onto the bed. I love having sex with her on the bed; the soft, yielding feeling made me especially excited.

My wife's two snow-white legs were raised high as she lay on her back. I eagerly served her, kissing her lips, neck, breasts, armpits, and navel incessantly. I especially loved my wife's private area; it was so delicate and smooth, making my kisses incredibly pleasurable. She moaned like a fledgling swallow, writhing and squeezing desperately at my manhood, like a small boat adrift without shore.

I stroked her long, flowing hair, pushing her down to my abdomen. I felt a slight throbbing pain in my groin; I desperately wanted her to give me oral sex.

My actions elicited a reaction from my wife. She looked up, glancing at me shyly, indicating her reluctance.

It's understandable; my wife is, after all, a respectable woman, and this kind of behavior is never quite her thing, but I was thrilled and had a strong need for it. Before, I would never force my wife, but now, like a customer of a prostitute, I subconsciously craved her to "serve" me.With a longing look in my eyes and a gentle tone, I said, "Kiss it! Just think of me as a customer." Before my wife could even agree, I had already pinned her down. In the soft light, I saw her blushing face, her half-hearted lips brushing against the head of my penis. Upon contact, I became even more frenzied; I wanted to completely shove my penis into her mouth. At first, she was reluctant, but soon, in the midst of play, she couldn't help but slide it in. My swollen member was tightly enveloped by her warm little mouth—the feeling was indescribable.

Even while lying down, I moved slightly, guiding her sucking, and slowly moved her body upwards. Then, I let her fair thighs straddle my face, a position where my wife could also enjoy my oral sex.

We served each other in a state of intense passion. I looked at her wetness, but in my mind, I imagined my wife "serving" a customer, while the customer was deliberately toying with her.

At this moment, my wife seemed to be getting more and more excited. She kept panting, perhaps she had adapted, become accustomed to it. Her delicate little mouth made me feel like I was in heaven. I had never experienced such a feeling as if I were floating on clouds. I desperately gripped her thighs, hoping she would stop and give me a chance to catch my breath, yet I also hoped she would continue moving, preferably with stronger breathing, because it was just too beautiful, too wonderful.

Finally, I couldn't resist the surge of heat in my lower abdomen and ejaculated into my wife's mouth, covering her face. She kept her little mouth tightly closed, but my semen still spilled from her lips.

I felt a little guilty. I had been satisfied, but my wife seemed to have lost something.

But she quickly reverted to her usual nonchalant self, turning to rest her head on my arm, her delicate hand gently caressing my chest. Then it slowly moved downwards. Although I was already deeply satisfied, under her tender touch, my erection slowly returned. I comforted her, saying, "I'm sorry, I can't satisfy you, but you'll be soon. I think the clients will bring you pleasure! That's one of the reasons I let you prostitute yourself."

"You're so naughty!" My wife pouted sweetly, shyly withdrawing her hand from my penis and instead caressing my breasts. The more shy she was, the stronger my reaction became, especially since I was fantasizing about her body writhing in another man's arms. This fantasy quickly made me strong again, and my wife chuckled as she stole glances at my erection.

"Look, the clients are here." I couldn't resist any longer, impulsively pinning my wife down and skillfully re-entering her "forbidden zone." She let out a soft "Ah," and in her eyes and brows, I sensed a feeling of fulfillment and intense satisfaction.

I thrust forward forcefully, and my wife's small mouth opened, her soft moans captivating.

I casually kissed her lips, but I could still smell the semen I had just ejaculated into her mouth.

My wife's reaction grew more intense, and amidst her satisfied pleas for mercy, I erupted again. I gazed at my wife's vulva, covered by pubic hair, now resembling a ripe peach, its crevice still overflowing with lustful juices. I laughed and said, "This time, I've finally satisfied you!"

My wife tilted her head and lightly slapped me. "If only the clients were as good to me as you are,"

I said. "They have no reason not to. Meeting a prostitute as beautiful and charming as you is their blessing. You have to work hard for me, and we'll soon become the richest people in the region. And I have another plan: I'm going to make you the most lewd woman in Chinese history."

"What?" my wife exclaimed.

I said, "If you're going to do it, do it the best, the one with the most clients. I'll record all your affairs with your clients; it's very meaningful. Maybe you'll become famous someday." "

You're a pervert! I don't want that kind of fame," my wife pouted coquettishly.

"You should be grateful to have such a generous and magnanimous husband!" I chuckled. "Starting tomorrow, I'll go out and find clients for you. Tell me, do you want an old one or a young one? A Chinese one, a Japanese one, or a blond foreigner?"

My wife thought seriously for a moment, then said shyly, "Japanese men like to torture women, and foreigners' things are too big. I think I'll start with a Chinese one first… An older or younger one isn't a big problem, but it would be best to start with a middle-aged man. Let me get used to it…"

"Okay, where?" I readily agreed.

My wife twirled her hair with her fingertips and whispered, "I think the park is fine. There aren't many people there in the early morning, at noon, or when it's dusk. As long as you keep watch, I don't think anyone will bother us."

My heart skipped a beat. I remembered that when my wife's ex-boyfriend came to my house last time, she also went to the park with him. Could they have made love in the park?

So I said, "When you went to the park with your boyfriend last time, did you scout out the place beforehand?"

My wife was taken aback, then blushed and said, "Pah! No good deed goes unpunished, he's ignoring you now."

I said, "Don't be nervous. Since you're going to be a prostitute anyway, why would I care how many times you slept with your ex-boyfriend?"

My wife wiggled her big butt and retorted, "But I really didn't sleep with him. If I had known you were going to make me a prostitute, I would have preferred to let him have a taste."

"Okay, he'll have another chance next time," I said with a wicked smile. "But before, my wife was free, but now if he wants to do it again, I'll make sure you put a price tag on her."

My wife rolled her eyes at me. "I think you've fallen into the trap of money."

"No, right now I just want to fall into the hair hole." I laughed, climbed onto my wife's soft belly, and inserted myself into her "hair hole"...

I love my wife, but I'm even more thinking about making her beautiful body play a greater role, wanting those men who are willing to eat swan meat to pay for us.

Finally, we fell asleep in each other's arms, contentedly.

(II)

The next morning, my wife got up early to dress. She caught my eye; she was wearing a black low-cut evening gown, very sexy, her cleavage faintly visible, her voluptuous figure making me unable to control myself.

She really was suited to be a prostitute.

"Getting up so early, are you in a hurry to find a man to sleep with?" I said with a smile.

"Pah! Stop talking nonsense, get up now, I need you to be my protector." "

What? You're not joking, are you? You're cheating on me, and you want me to watch over you?" I was both happy and had to pretend to be someone else.

"You're not willing to help? Fine, I'll back out too." My wife plopped down on the bed.

"No... that's not what I meant." I suddenly didn't know what to say. On one hand, I hoped my wife would go into prostitution; on the other hand, the thought of her actually falling into another man's arms made me jealous.

"Since you don't want to back down, then get up and eat, then go to the station and help me find customers, understand?"

"Oh... okay." I was a little excited, a little frustrated, my feelings were hard to describe.

"What do you want to eat?" My wife was also a little nervous.

"Oh, it's okay, pork chop rice." I smiled, and the atmosphere relaxed.

Then my wife and I chatted and laughed.

I ate something casually, but my eyes were always on my wife.My wife, so alluring today, was absolutely captivating. Her lips, my favorite plump red lips, and her full breasts, seemingly about to burst from her round-necked evening gown, were breathtaking. But what truly captivated her was her miniskirt. Her two fair, delicate legs were completely exposed, and beneath the thin skirt, only a narrow pair of gold-threaded panties... A guest could easily lift her skirt and remove her panties, invading her intoxicating forbidden zone... "She's really going to make love to another man," I thought to myself, my penis hardening, yearning to have my way with her again. She truly could drive any man wild. My sexy and charming wife made me lose my mind, even fantasizing about her naked in another man's arms. My wife seemed to sense my thoughts, her face flushed, and she buried her head in her soy milk.

We ate breakfast absentmindedly, and then I drove my wife to the park on my motorcycle.

She sat very close to me, casually holding me, and I smelled a fragrant, intoxicating scent. I felt a surge of desire, wanting to get off the motorcycle, wrap my arms around her waist, and kiss her passionately.

I really couldn't bear to let her go to another man.

While my thoughts were in turmoil, my wife suddenly said, "Honey, you haven't changed your mind, have you?"

"Oh, no, no." My wife's face was pressed against my back, and I could feel her voice sounding a little unnatural.

"You can still regret it now! Once it's done, it'll be too late. Tell me, are you really sure?" I saw my wife's big eyes staring at me in the rearview mirror, her face flushed.

Her question left me speechless, unsure how to answer.

However, quickly, my wife smiled and said, "I was just testing you, don't mind me! You know you've already made up your mind, haven't you?"

Her tone was very gentle. I gazed at her alluring lips reflected in the car mirror and nodded involuntarily. "Yes, I'm determined not to change my mind!"

I drove my motorcycle, wife on the back, through bustling streets and residential alleys, finally reaching the park gate at the end of a tree-lined path.

It was a very old park, quite famous in our area for its rich history. I'd been there a few times; it was very tranquil, but it wasn't in a bustling commercial district, so it wasn't usually on people's minds. If my wife hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten about it.

I got off the motorcycle and walked with my wife towards the park gate. I wanted to go inside and scout out the layout.

Before us stood antique buildings, exactly like the main gates of all the grand mansions from the Ming and Qing dynasties I remembered. Scenes from the TV series "Dream of the Red Chamber" immediately flashed through my mind.

Stepping through the vermilion gate, a huge screen blocked our view, as if to say, "Without paying, you won't see a single glimpse of the park's beauty."

To the left of the gate stood a dilapidated table. A middle-aged, overweight man sat listlessly in a wicker chair, a stack of tickets in his hand, seemingly dozing off, snoring softly.

I loudly announced that I wanted two tickets, startling him. He glared at me with his large, fleshy eyes, muttering a few curses as if I had disturbed his peaceful slumber.

But when he saw my beautiful wife beside me, his expression immediately changed. He slowly tore the tickets for me, his gaze lingering on my wife's high breasts and ample buttocks, swallowing hard.

I glared at him disdainfully, took my wife's hand, and led her around the screen into the garden.

His gaze remained fixed on my wife.

"Hehe, that fat pig gatekeeper seems quite interested in you. He keeps staring at your butt, like he wants to rip your skirt off. Why don't you just sell yourself to him the first time? What do you think? Maybe we can save money on tickets," I whispered mischievously to my wife.

"Pah! You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth! Do you want that fat man to crush me?" My wife pinched me and ran off shyly ahead of me.

I quickly chased after her, yelling, "The fat man's coming!"

When I caught up with my wife, we were both laughing so hard we could hardly breathe.

"No more playing, no more playing, let's find a place to enjoy the park's scenery first," my wife said sweetly.

It really was a nice place, with pavilions and terraces scattered throughout the park.

In the center of the park was a small lake with a few lotus leaves floating on the surface. Around it were various man-made trees, sparsely scattered, each with a small wooden plaque on its trunk, indicating: adopted by so-and-so, planted in so-and-so year, tree name, age, etc. I've always been quite clueless about plant classification, but after walking around the park, my memory suddenly picked up a lot of tree species, and I had a deep impression of their appearance, flower colors, and shapes.

I took my wife's hand, and we walked through the porch, across the grass, and over the arched bridge to the foot of a small artificial hill at the back of the park. The hill was lush with trees, its winding paths secluded, and at its highest point stood an exceptionally beautiful pavilion.

This secluded spot was perfect for a tryst between lovers.

My wife and I exchanged a smile, our hearts pounding, and without a word,

we began to climb the steps. The hill was rather small; we reached the pavilion after only two turns. The pavilion was square and neat, with two levels, wind chimes hanging from each of its four corners. A railing encircled the base, and stone sections provided places to sit and rest.

Entering the pavilion, I felt a little tired, so my wife and I sat facing each other.

She sat on the south side, and I on the west.

A gentle breeze caressed our faces, refreshingly cool and comforting—a feeling that no amount of air conditioning could create. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the tranquil space with bright, lively rays. This was practically the idyllic paradise described by Tao Yuanming.

All the hustle and bustle, the dust and heat of the outside world were completely shut out; the tension and busyness of modern industry and commerce were irrelevant. Here, only the luxurious tranquility of an ancient official

's home remained. I was slightly intoxicated, and listening to the crisp sound of the wind chimes in the pavilion, I felt as if I had returned to hundreds of years ago, wearing a long silk robe, waving a folding fan, and sitting opposite me, I couldn't tell if it was my wife or my concubine.

In my hazy state, I noticed how beautiful my wife was, radiating an alluring aura from afar.

Suddenly, all the erotic poems and verses of ancient times flooded my mind. I thought, weren't those talented men and beautiful women who have been celebrated throughout the ages all enjoying their passionate lovemaking in such beautiful mansions? Suddenly, a strong desire rose within me, and my whole body was filled with inexplicable excitement.

I couldn't help but embrace my wife tightly, whispering sweet nothings, passionately kissing her in this classically romantic atmosphere.

I murmured in her ear, "Darling, I really want to make love to you right here."

My wife paused for a long time before replying in an even more muffled voice, "Are you crazy? Have you forgotten what we're here for?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I almost lost control. I forgot you belong to someone else today. But I must kiss you properly now!"

My wife and I stood there embracing for a long time. I kissed almost every inch of her skin above her neck, my hands tracing every part of her body through her clothes.

Her breathing grew heavier and heavier, eventually turning into moans. I could clearly feel her need, just like mine. The thought of sex, like the apple of Eden, held an irresistible attraction for us both in that instant. Even if we couldn't have sex, we both seemed to experience a conscious climax.

"Okay, I should go now. I'll bring the guest here in a bit," I finally calmed down from the passionate kiss.

"I'm a little scared," my wife said, sitting down heavily on the stone steps, her voice barely audible.

"Don't worry, I'm here," I said to my wife. "You can make love with the guests on the stone steps below the pavilion. I'll stay up here and keep watch. From here, we can see the tourists coming from afar."

"That's so embarrassing! Won't you see everything I do with the guests?" my wife said, looking at me with seductive eyes.I said, "So what? On Mid-Autumn Festival night, by the river, I saw you having sex with other men. Three of them, no less!" "But…that time I was raped," my wife said, her face flushing even more. "But today is different. Since I'm a prostitute, I have to charge customers, so I have to be nice to them, even tease them. Can you handle that?"

"Don't worry, if I were petty, I wouldn't have agreed to you going down this path." I patted my wife's slender shoulder, trying my best to comfort her. "Remember, be nice to the customer, make him feel comfortable, make him feel that the money is worth it! Don't worry about me being there. Also, if I see someone approaching, bark three times like a dog, and you have to immediately separate from the customer! Stop making love and quickly get dressed."

"Okay. I know." My wife nodded obediently, patted the dust off her bottom, and stood up. "However, for the first time, you'd better find me a more refined customer. I have no experience, and I might not be comfortable with a customer who's too hot-tempered."

"Alright, I'll try my best to meet your requirements," I said.

"Then hurry up and go, don't keep me waiting too long. I'm really a little scared to be here alone." My wife looked at me gently, wiggled her big bottom, opened her small handbag, and began to touch up her makeup, repainting her cherry lips that I had just kissed.

"Hehe, my dear wife is really going to be a prostitute!" I couldn't help but feel both disappointed and excited. I turned around and said, "Ah Ling, wait here, I'm going to find you some customers!"

(III)

I drove to the station alone.

There were many people here, customers coming and going, and cars and horses. I believed that I could easily find customers who would suit my wife's taste.

But things were not as simple as I thought.

Because I had no experience and didn't know how to attract customers, I could only act like a peddler, constantly hawking my wife to passersby.

I showed them the photos of my wife that I had taken myself, and then, like a thief, I lowered my voice and asked them, "Sir, would you like to play with the woman in the photo? I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

My wife in the photo was indeed charming and graceful.

One photo was of her wearing tight jeans. She was kneeling on the grass, her full buttocks forming an extremely alluring curve, and her slender waist further accentuated the height of her breasts.

Another photo was of her in a swimsuit. In the picture, she was only wearing a bikini, the tiny piece of fabric barely covering her alluring private parts. Her breasts, like jade rabbits, were practically naked, making one want to reach out and touch them…

In another photo, my wife was wearing a long dress, without any makeup, looking extremely ladylike, charming and pure, somewhat like Xu Jinglei…

But most people didn't even glance at my wife's photo, fleeing from me as if running away, muttering, "Crazy!"

Quite a few people were immediately attracted by my wife's photo, asking with interest, "This woman is so charming, where does she live? What's her price?"

I said, "If you really want to play with her, come with me. The price is negotiable."

In the end, those people still didn't believe me, muttering, "Such a beautiful woman couldn't be a prostitute, you must be playing us."

No matter how much I swore, they still believed I had set a trap for them and dared not go with me.

I regretted not bringing my wife to the station with me, so they could see her in person, or at least have her tell them she was willing to have sex with them. Perhaps then they wouldn't be so suspicious.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and I still hadn't gotten a customer.

I was truly at my wit's end. I figured my wife was probably getting impatient waiting in the park.

Just then, a tall man suddenly approached me and asked in a low voice, "Hey buddy, are you trying to solicit clients? Let me see that woman's picture. I heard she's hot, big breasts, round ass, incredibly sexy, especially her buttocks, which are much fuller than most women's. Is that true? To be honest, I've always wanted to have sex with a big-assed beauty. Price is negotiable!"

My first reaction was delight: this man was handsome and masculine, spoke clearly and articulately—my wife would definitely like him. And he'd come to me willingly, no price to pay—it was like a godsend!

But then I became wary. I hadn't offered this man my wife; how did he know I was soliciting clients? And he even knew I had a picture of her big, beautiful butt in my pocket?

Could someone have reported me to the police? Was he an undercover cop?

No wonder he was so tall and imposing.

I realized the danger and broke out in a cold sweat. I quickly said, "What...what are you saying, sir? I don't understand. You must have mistaken me for someone else!"

With that, realizing I hadn't gotten anything out of him, I fled.

"Huh? Strange! Did I really mistake him for someone else? What a pity, I won't get to play with that pretty woman with the big butt." The man sighed in disappointment, spat on the ground, and disappeared into the crowd...

I finally managed to calm my wildly beating heart, still terrified. I couldn't muster the courage to introduce my wife to the customers anymore, because I felt like there were countless police eyes around the station, watching me, waiting for me to take the bait and capture me.

I was caught in a dilemma, like a frightened bird.

But soon I regretted it, because I inadvertently saw that tall man who had startled me again! He was arm in arm with a heavily made-up, seductive woman, walking towards a private hotel by the roadside.

The woman swayed her hips wildly as she walked, clearly a prostitute. And the man was lewdly patting her buttocks with his hand, or kissing her in public. Obviously, he was definitely not an undercover cop!

I almost fainted from anger. I had been such a coward, scaring myself unnecessarily, letting the prize slip away.

Otherwise, this tall man would never have gone with that whore; he should have belonged to my wife! If I hadn't been so paranoid, I would have already led him into the park, and he would have started making love to my wife.

But now, I hadn't even caught a glimpse of a client, leaving my wife waiting there alone. I was so useless.

"Maybe I should go back to the park and ask that fat gatekeeper if he'd be willing to work with my wife..." I was thinking this when suddenly a thought struck me!

(IV)

Last time I mentioned that I was wandering around the station, trying to find a client for my wife.

But I kept running into walls, which was quite unexpected. It seems that my wife's desire to prostitute herself is just as she predicted, and it's not as simple as just taking off her pants.

In modern society, people are afraid of being deceived. My wife is beautiful, but she genuinely wants to be a prostitute, and I support her and even personally try to find clients for her. But no one believes us; they always think we've set a trap to lure people in and then extort them.

If they knew the truth, they would definitely regret it.

Of course, I'm also wary of others, like that tall man from earlier. He's a womanizer, but I suspected he was an undercover policeman and vehemently denied that my wife wanted to prostitute herself, which ruined a good opportunity. Otherwise, he would have been my wife's first client.

I'm extremely annoyed at losing such a good customer.

"Forget it, I'll go back to the park and discuss it with my wife. Or, I'll ask that fat gatekeeper if he'd be willing to sleep with her. Hmph, actually, I don't even need to ask; I know he'd be happy. Judging from the way he stared at my wife's ass earlier, so lewd and lustful, I can tell he wanted to rip her pants off right then and there… Hehe, he's getting off easy. I just wonder if my wife is satisfied? But she can't ask for too much. If she's going to be a prostitute, she has to let any man sleep with her, even if she's unwilling, she has to endure it…"As I was thinking this, my eyes suddenly lit up! I saw my parents, and they saw me too, walking quickly toward me!

"Xiaotian, what are you doing here? Nobody's home. We called you this morning, but no one answered. Where's A-Ling?" My mother stared at me as soon as she came up, her ample breasts heaving as she hurried, her hips swaying, attracting envious glances from passersby.

My mother is quite a beauty; those who have seen her and my wife can't help but praise my father and me for our good fortune, saying we each have a beautiful wife, a blessing from our past lives.

Of course, my wife is younger and more alluring than my mother. But even though my mother is past her prime, she still possesses a unique charm. Especially her plump, firm, and alluringly elastic buttocks, completely comparable to my wife's.

"Dad, Mom. What happened? Why were you calling me and A-Ling in such a hurry?" I was trying to find clients for my wife when I suddenly encountered my parents, and I couldn't help but feel flustered, my face flushing red.

"Where's Ling? Where is she? Why isn't she with you?" My mother grabbed my hand and pressed, her full breasts trembling as she spoke.

"She...she went to the market to buy groceries..." I stammered, my face burning even more as I thought of my wife waiting in the park for me to solicit clients for her.

"Ling is such a virtuous wife, beautiful and hardworking, everyone loves her. Xiao Tian, you must cherish her," my father praised from the side. He had always been very good to my wife, treating her like his own daughter.

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt utterly ashamed. Little did my dear father know that his most beloved daughter-in-law was preparing to become a prostitute, waiting in the park for me to solicit clients for her.

"Xiaotian, here's what happened." Mom calmed down a bit, raised her eyebrows, and said sadly, "Your grandpa fell ill in the countryside last night and just called us this morning. We need to go back to take care of him for a while, and we were wondering if you and A-Ling would like to come with us to the countryside to see him? Sigh, I really don't know how he, with such a strong body, could fall ill so suddenly?"

Mom looked at me anxiously; I could tell she was very worried about Grandpa, and his illness seemed to have thrown her heart into turmoil.

I was both touched and had a strange feeling.

Actually, when I was little, living in the countryside, I heard some gossip from the villagers, saying my grandpa was a "cuckold." Once, when I was still young and didn't understand, I asked Mom what "cuckold" meant. Mom's face turned bright red, and without saying a word, she slapped me three times on the bottom. That was the only time Mom ever hit me, so I remember it very clearly.

Because my maternal grandmother passed away early, my father always worked in the city, while my mother was the only female teacher in the village. In the eyes of the villagers, she was undoubtedly like a fairy descended from heaven, an unattainable goddess. My father was away from home most of the year, and she was quite alluring. Many men had designs on her, but all of them were thwarted by her. So some people guessed that she might be exclusively possessed by my grandfather, and they liked to make fun of her and my grandfather's bedroom affairs during their leisure time. Whenever my mother's affairs were mentioned, there were always many listeners and a large number of people agreeing. Until the more explicit the talk became...

As I grew older, I gradually understood the meaning of "incest." Being quite sensitive since childhood, I began to secretly observe my mother and grandfather.

Several times at night I woke up and indeed found that my mother wasn't sleeping in my bed, and a strange "plop" or "sizzle" sound was coming from my grandfather's room, like a puppy eating porridge, or like a child kicking mud...

I was so scared that I started to cry. At that moment, my mother rushed over in a panic, and I could tell that her footsteps were coming from my grandfather's room. I wailed, saying, "I'm scared! I'm scared! Mommy, there's a puppy! We have a puppy at home!"

My mother was naked. She patted my back, lit the oil lamp, and said, "Don't be afraid, Xiaotian, Mom's here. You're talking nonsense, look where the puppy is!"

I stared at the dark area below her and said, "I clearly heard the sound of a puppy eating porridge just now, but it's gone now."

"You must be dreaming," my mother said, hugging me tightly.

I reached out and grabbed her swollen breasts. My mother slapped my hand and muttered, "You're spineless!" But she still let me rub her nipples, saying, "Xiaotian, remember, you're not allowed to tell anyone what happened tonight, understand?"

"Why?" I pretended to kick my leg unintentionally, and my toe landed right on my mother's crotch. I felt that area was wet, like water plants just pulled from the river, and a little sticky.

"Xiaotian, you don't understand. If you tell anyone what you heard, the adults will gossip about me and your grandfather." My mother seemed to indulge my willfulness, letting me press my toe against her genitals. "Mommy, are

they going to say that Grandpa cheated on you?" I asked innocently, feeling how thick my mother's pubic hair was.

"Don't ask so many questions, little one. Anyway, if I tell you not to say it, then don't say it, otherwise, you'll be carried off by the dog tonight." My mother squeezed her legs together, her breasts shaking as she spoke.

"Mommy, didn't you say we don't have a dog at home?" I shrank into her arms, scared.

"You said we do, so we do. If you don't believe me, listen, that little dog eating porridge is still hiding in Grandpa's room." Mom shrieked. Sure enough

, two "woof woof" sounds came from Grandpa's room.

But this time, I wasn't scared anymore, because I could tell that the voice was a little hoarse, and I knew that it must be Grandpa imitating a dog's bark. He always used this trick to tease me.

However, I didn't expose Mom's lie, but pretended to be very scared and took the opportunity to hug Mom tightly, "Mommy, I won't tell anyone." My little penis was pressing against Mom's deep navel, my toes were wrapped around her pubic hair, and I had a faint desire and impulse for sex...

(V)

Last time I talked about how I was soliciting clients for my wife at the train station, but unfortunately I ran into my parents. It turned out that my grandfather had fallen ill, and Mom hoped that my wife and I could go home to visit him.

From a young age, I vaguely sensed an ambiguous relationship between my mother and grandfather. The neighbors gossiped about it like it was real, and some even deliberately pulled me aside to ask if I'd seen my grandfather on top of my mother, "riding" her, or "making paste" or "lighting candles" for her.

While I had indeed heard strange, gurgling sounds coming from my grandfather's room at night—like a puppy eating porridge—I never actually saw him and my mother embracing, and I refused to believe their gossip. So, to those who asked, I always obeyed my mother's instructions and loudly proclaimed, "No!"

My mother has always been great and lovable in my eyes. Although I've had vague sexual urges towards her, aside from playfully touching her breasts or kicking her genitals with my toes when I was little, I've never had any illicit relationship with her. I certainly didn't believe she and my grandfather, with his long white beard, could have any physical relationship.

Only once, when my grandfather slipped and fell into the bathtub, my mother went in and pulled him out.Of course, I don't deny that the villagers' gossip about my mother did stir my sexual awareness. During puberty, my mother's beautiful body gave me countless sexual fantasies. I often fetched her clothes when she bathed; her snow-white, plump buttocks amazed me, while her dark, hairy vulva gave me the most intimate understanding of women. Even the sound of her urinating in the chamber pot at night excited me. But I never thought of incest with my mother; that would make me feel psychologically uncomfortable and would make me feel guilty towards my father. The first and, to this day, only woman I have ever possessed is my wife, A-Ling. I have only had physical relations with her. She is so beautiful, so wonderful; her breasts are firmer than my mother's, her waist is thinner, and her buttocks are almost whiter and larger than my mother's. So much so that after marrying her, I lost interest in other women.

If my wife had the chance to appear on television, her figure would be more captivating than Jin Qiaoqiao's, her face more alluring than Cecilia Cheung's, and her sex appeal no less than Shu Qi's. It's just that she doesn't like to be flamboyant, which is why she hasn't become famous. Adding to her woes, her love life hasn't been smooth sailing. Her ex-boyfriend cruelly abandoned her because she wasn't a virgin, dealing her a heavy blow.

After marrying me, she was brutally gang-raped by three dockworkers this Mid-Autumn Festival. Therefore, she's now even more disappointed in herself and has given up any ambition. She only wants to use her beauty to earn more money and make our lives more comfortable. Once she's saved enough, she wants to buy me a spacious house and travel with me in her spare time. Of course, she also wants to buy things for my parents…

So, although I have feelings for my grandfather, this day happens to be a special one—the day my wife and I finally made the difficult decision to let her enter the world of prostitution. She's waiting for me in the park to find her clients, so I had to refuse my mother.

"Mom, Dad... how about we go back in a few days? Ah Ling and I will definitely go see Grandpa." I hesitated, noticing my mother's displeasure, and continued, "I... I have a classmate from out of town coming today, so I'm waiting for him at the station. Ah Ling also got up early to go to the market to buy groceries..."

"Oh, you have a guest? Then forget it." My father, always kind and easygoing, was easily appeased.

"Sigh, even though your grandfather is sick, he still cares a lot about you two." My mother sighed, taking my hand. "He's especially concerned about whether Ah Ling is pregnant. I've said before that you two should have a child. Your grandfather is old and sick; he might not be able to wait much longer. Do you think there's something wrong with Ah Ling's health?"

"No!" My heart skipped a beat, and I shook my head repeatedly. My

parents and grandfather had urged us many times about having a child. Our family has been a single-son lineage for three generations. Previously, my wife and I had discussed wanting a child, but despite three years of constant sexual activity, her belly hadn't swelled.

Initially, I suspected infertility and took her to numerous large hospitals, having various specialists perform gynecological examinations. Countless X-rays were taken, from her vagina and uterus to her ovaries, but everything was normal.

Finally, a medical professor who examined her told me, "Don't worry, your wife's body is perfectly healthy! I've personally examined all her organs several times! I guarantee she doesn't even have common women's ailments like vaginitis or trichomoniasis!" Then he gave me a suggestion: "Perhaps the problem is with you!" Sure enough,

a checkup revealed I was born with azoospermia, meaning my sexual function was normal; I could have sex with my wife, but I could never get her pregnant.

I was devastated, but my wife encouraged me. She said she was willing to take the blame, but wouldn't let me tell my parents and my grandfather, who was eagerly awaiting a great-grandchild, the unfortunate news. She was afraid they wouldn't be able to handle the blow!

"I know you young people like to follow trends, especially Ah Ling. Maybe she's afraid of pain; girls these days are all pampered. But Ah Ling can't refuse to have your child just because she's afraid of the pain of her vagina tearing during childbirth... Which mother hasn't experienced vaginal pain? It's like breaking your hymen on your first time; you grit your teeth, and the pain is over..." For some reason, my mother has never really liked Ah Ling and has always had a bit of prejudice against her.

"No, Mom, Ah Ling isn't afraid of pain..." I tried my best to defend my wife.

"She's afraid having a child will ruin her stunning figure! But she's our daughter-in-law, so she has to give us offspring! The only reason I agreed to let you marry her was because of her big breasts and round buttocks—women like that can have babies."

My mother spent a long time in the countryside when she was young. Although she was an educated woman, she was still influenced by my grandfather's feudal ideas. "So I'm telling you, Ah Ling can't let her vanity and ruin our family line! She doesn't want to be a prostitute, why does she need to be so pretty and alluring all the time?"

My mother's mention of the word "prostitute" startled me. I felt a little guilty and didn't dare to look my parents in the eye. Fortunately, my mother didn't notice anything amiss and never expected that her daughter-in-law would actually become a professional prostitute, or what is commonly called a "prostitute." And today was her first day of open business!

"Besides, having children doesn't necessarily make a woman ugly. Xiaotian, look, my figure is still pretty good after I gave birth to you, isn't it?"

Mom said, proudly displaying her feminine beauty to me once again.

Mom's figure was indeed quite good; her high breasts were as firm as a thirty-year-old woman's, and although her buttocks were plump and large, there was no sign of sagging. Even my wife sometimes had to admire her mother-in-law's excellent maintenance. So much so that while we were talking, quite a few passersby were still peeping at her.

I heard that my mother was always sexually harassed by male passengers when she took the bus. And since her 40th birthday, this harassment had only increased, showing signs of escalating. Dad often felt angry about it, but he was helpless.

This was one of the reasons why I strongly advocated that my wife engage in prostitution. If my wife and I had enough money, we could buy a car for my parents, so that my poor mother wouldn't be harassed by perverts on the bus, and Dad could finally relax.

Ah Ling shared this sentiment, having suffered greatly from being harassed by perverts on public buses. Therefore, she had always hoped we could own a car and then give one to our parents.

But my mother was so unfair to her, despite her good intentions!

"Mom, you've misunderstood..." At this moment, I heard my mother's dissatisfaction with Ah Ling and panicked, unsure how to defend my wife.

"Misunderstood? What have I misunderstood about her? Xiao Tian, you're young and naive. You don't know, a woman as beautiful and charming as Ah Ling has many men eyeing her. If she has a child, she'll be devoted to you and stay home with the child at night. But if she deliberately doesn't have children, it means she might intend to leave you and go out and fool around with other men. Xiao Tian, you have such a beautiful wife; you must be careful."

I nodded reluctantly. But in my heart, I thought my mother's words weren't without reason.

Some say that a beautiful wife is like a new bicycle—you never feel secure leaving her alone. This isn't because you're worried about the lock being insecure, but mainly because you're afraid of thieves eyeing her. Even if you believe your beautiful wife is immune to temptation, these days, men with ulterior motives are incredibly difficult to guard against. Perhaps these guys aren't as competitive as you overall, but they have more underhanded methods and are willing to put in the effort. In the long run, the consequences could be quite serious.

Furthermore, a beautiful wife is never short of men, and it seems that married women, having already experienced sexual indiscretions, are less wary of men. They don't mind appropriate advances from men, which can make them feel elated and distracted. Over time, their future becomes unpredictable.

"Marrying a beautiful woman is like setting off fireworks under your bed. The chances of it spontaneously combusting are slim, but you'll have to be extremely wary of cigarette butts from everyone who enters the room; you won't sleep soundly."

At this point, Mom became excited again, her chest heaving, and said to me, "I heard that her ex-boyfriend came to your house last time, and she even went to the park with him. Xiao Tian, don't let a wolf into your house! Women always have a special place in their hearts for their first love; it's a complicated and unresolved relationship. Besides, I heard she's quite close to that Director Ma from her workplace. Several times I've seen them eating out together, and Director Ma keeps piling food into her mouth. She acts like she's never been pampered by a man before, not caring at all about the dirt on his chopsticks, just opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue to eat the food he feeds her. She even flattered him, saying it was delicious...""Mom! Director Ma is a leader, what do you want Ah Ling to do? You can't expect her to step down from her boss, can you? Director Ma serving her food is a sign of respect!" I already knew that my wife and Director Ma had a special relationship, and my mother's words made me a little jealous, but I still tried my best to defend my wife.

"Looks down on her? Humph, I think he's just after her!" Mom said bitterly, her body swaying slightly. "Xiao Tian, you don't know, my colleague saw her with that Director Ma at the dance floor. They were dancing very intimately, their arms around each other tightly. Director Ma's hand was on her big, sexy buttocks, rubbing it restlessly. Their intimacy was unusual, their actions would make even normal couples blush... And she just nestled in his arms like she had no bones, letting him hug and hold her, even laughing and joking with him from time to time..."

"Mom, what are you thinking? Dancing is about men and women embracing each other. There's nothing to be surprised about. Besides, Director Ma is more than thirty years older than Ah Ling. How could he possibly get Ah Ling into bed?" I still felt deeply indignant for my wife. Although I knew she was about to become a despicable prostitute, a whore who was ridden and trampled by thousands, I still wanted to maintain her dignity in front of my parents.

Seeing that I was still stubborn, my mother became really anxious. Her chest heaved, and she even swore, "So what if he's over thirty years older? Haven't you heard of an old cow eating young grass?"

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, her fair face flushed slightly, but she still continued earnestly and patiently, "Xiaotian, just listen to me, I'm telling you... a man's thing can still be with a woman even at seventy, it's true! Don't you believe me? Let me tell you... anyway, this Director Ma is only in his fifties! Perfect for fooling a young woman like Ah Ling, I guarantee his thing is still incredibly powerful, he can give Ah Ling a real treat..."

"Yu Rong, don't say such harsh things. I think A Ling is a sensible girl and wouldn't mess around with other men. I know she and Xiao Tian have a good relationship, and she's very filial to us. A good daughter-in-law like that is hard to find even with a lantern. Why do you always speak ill of her in front of Xiao Tian? As for her dining and dancing with the director, that's common in modern society. Young people are more open-minded. Besides, which pretty woman hasn't dined and danced with her boss? How could she get by at work without that?"

Dad couldn't stand it anymore and helped his wife at this crucial moment. "However, Xiao Tian, you and A Ling must understand: of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is having no offspring. We'll give you some more time; you must persuade her properly."

"Okay." I nodded gratefully to Dad, but my mind was preoccupied with what Mom had said about "an old cow eating young grass." How could Mom be so sure that a man in his seventies could still sleep with a woman? Could she have had personal experience with it? Isn't Grandpa exactly seventy now? Could it be that Mom and Grandpa really had an affair? And that this relationship had lasted for so many years?

No wonder the villagers used to gossip about Grandpa and her having an incestuous relationship; it seems they were right. And Mom always goes back to her hometown every month. This time, when she heard Grandpa was sick, she seemed completely distraught, even saying things she wouldn't normally say to

me. What else could it be but a complete emotional breakdown? "Sigh, human nature is so complicated. I never imagined my beautiful and dignified teacher would be a woman who committed incest with her father-in-law. The ancients said, 'Father and son share the same grave,' which seems to apply to my grandfather and father. They both penetrated Mom's little hole, but I wonder who penetrated her more often? Who made her feel more comfortable?" I sighed inwardly.

"If Ah Ling is still determined not to have a child with you, then divorce her. Although it's not easy to find a woman as beautiful as her again, what use is a beautiful woman if she can't have children? She's just a pretty face."

Mom had no idea that I was plotting against her and Grandpa. She wiggled her hips and said to me, "Xiao Tian, you won't let Grandpa die with regrets, will you? I know he's desperate to hold his great-grandchild. Maybe that's why he fell ill this time. You can't let him down."

Mom still had a prejudice against Ah Ling. Perhaps that's how it is between beautiful women. However, she was full of tenderness towards Grandpa. This deepened my suspicions about her and Grandpa.

"Xiao Tian, I'm asking you, did you remember what I said?"

"Okay, Mom, don't worry, I'll make Ah Ling have a child soon." Seeing that Mom was relentless, I had no choice but to say helplessly.

At this moment, a long-distance bus arrived, and many people immediately rushed on, scrambling for seats.

"Yu Rong, our car's here, hurry up. We won't get any seats if we're late," Dad said. "

Xiao Tian, remember my words, you must get A Ling pregnant!" Mom shouted back at me, then swayed her hips and ran with Dad toward the yellow car.

As she squeezed onto the bus, I saw a bunch of men immediately crowd around her, jostling and pushing. For a moment, at least four hands were groping her plump buttocks. Another man blocked her way, shouting, "Don't push! Don't push!" but his hands were pushing against her breasts, flattening her ample bosom.

Mom's body was thrown into the air, her legs kicking wildly, her high heels falling to the ground, and her pantyhose being scratched with fingertips.

Dad had to crawl on the ground to help her find her shoes, but his glasses were stepped on and broken.

I rushed over and finally managed to lift the disheveled Mom onto the bus; she was covered in a soft sweat from being squeezed.

"Xiaotian, thanks to you." Dad smiled sheepishly at me, struggling to squeeze onto the bus.

Neither he nor Mom managed to get seats; Mom was still surrounded by men with ulterior motives.

"Xiaotian, you can go now, your dad's got your back." Mom waved back, but the men around her looked at me smugly. They had already secured seats, keeping my parents far apart. Besides, my nearsighted dad was practically blind without his glasses; even if those men stripped Mom naked, he wouldn't see.

"Have a safe journey!" I smiled bitterly, knowing in my heart that with the bus small and crowded, and Mom surrounded by men with ill intentions, and a two-hour journey ahead, those men would really give my mom a hard time.

"Sigh, if only we had our own car! My mom wouldn't be a free plaything for so many men. But how can our meager salaries fulfill that dream?" I lamented inwardly, further solidifying my resolve to force my wife into prostitution.

"Right, it seems that Ah Ling has no choice but to get pregnant. Let her get pregnant while she's prostituting herself. Wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?" I suddenly thought of this and couldn't help but feel happy.

It turned out that my wife had hidden a box of imported condoms in her small handbag, intending to save them for her clients. Luckily, I ran into my mother today, and she reminded me. "I'm going to let my wife have sex with her clients directly, without condoms. That way, she can get pregnant! She can get money and also have a sperm donor. Yes, that's what I'll do!"

I couldn't help but whistle. Now, I'm just waiting to get my wife's first client!

What kind of man will he be?

Is my wife already impatiently waiting in the park? She's probably also dreaming about her first client.

"No matter what, I have to get her a client right away! I can't let her wait in vain." 05-10
(Saturday)

Time flew by and it was noon. After my parents left, I was a little resentful and wandered around the station.

My stomach was growling with hunger, but I still hadn't been able to find a suitable client for my wife.Perhaps because it was my first time pimping, the clients always seemed to find my behavior and expressions unnatural, suspecting I had something to hide. No matter how much I swore, they wouldn't believe me. I was desperate and didn't even bother with lunch, preparing to head home on an empty stomach. Just then, I saw a bearded man emerge from the station. He was in his forties, alone, wearing a suit, several gold rings on his fingers, and gold teeth. After exiting the station, his eyes kept darting around at the pretty women, and he even tried to strike up a conversation with a fashionable woman, only to be spat on by her.

I was overjoyed. "Nine out of ten bearded men are sluts," and this bearded man was undoubtedly the one I wanted for my wife. He looked like a wealthy out-of-towner, and a lustful middle-aged bachelor—perfect.

Plus, he was about my build; maybe he could get my wife pregnant, and then he'd be the father of my future child.

So, I felt a connection with him, moved closer, and pulled him to a quiet corner. I pulled out my wife's photo again, waved it in front of him, and whispered, "Hey bro, wanna pick up a girl?"

He immediately beamed, took the photo of my wife, and examined it closely, becoming increasingly excited. He asked me lecherously, "Is this beauty in the photo looking for a guy to sleep with?"

I found his words grating and vulgar, but I quickly nodded and said, "Yes, yes! Bro, do you want to sleep with her?"

"How much does she charge for sex?" The bearded man's crotch was already bulging; my wife's charm was undeniable.

"What...what do you think?" I knew he was willing to have sex with my wife, and I was so excited I was almost incoherent, a mix of fear and anticipation.

"Three hundred yuan an hour, how about that?" He held up three fingers.

"Too...too little, isn't it? Such a beautiful woman, a college student, how...how much more than that?" I wanted to bargain with him, but I was afraid of scaring him away.

"Okay, well, she's got big breasts and a big ass, hitting my sweet spot. To be honest, I like having sex with women with big asses like her. They're soft as cotton, and their juices flow like water. I'll add another two hundred!" The bearded man smacked his lips, revealing his gold teeth, but his eyes never left my wife's photo. My wife's round, big ass made his eyes light up.

"How about eight hundred?" I didn't know much about the prostitution industry, but considering it was my wife's first time selling sex, the price should be higher. Before this, she was, after all, a respectable woman. As the saying goes, chastity is priceless. My wife was sexually assaulted when she was young, and not long ago she was gang-raped by three men. I can't call her a virgin, but her sexual relations with those men were out of coercion and helplessness. Now, however, she is selling her body willingly for the first time.

"Eight hundred? Do you think she's a virgin? Or a singer or movie star? The economy is bad these days. Eight hundred yuan is enough for someone to earn a month's salary. This isn't my first time with a woman. Before, I was lucky if I could give three hundred. I was only so generous because she was truly stunning. I quoted three hundred right away, and now I've added two hundred. That's the amount. If you're serious about doing business, take me to see her. If you don't agree, I'll find another woman. There are prostitutes everywhere these days. Am I afraid I won't find a fun woman?" The bearded man was indeed an old hand. He saw through my lack of experience and turned the tables on me.

My face flushed immediately, and I said helplessly, "Alright, fine, brother. Five hundred it is! Deal!"

Secretly, I was quite happy, thinking that my wife earning five hundred yuan an hour was pretty good. No wonder people say: a woman's monthly labor is not as good as loosening her belt. Besides, this bearded man didn't know that I was also thinking of "borrowing" his seed.

"Where is she?" the bearded man asked impatiently again. "I really want to have sex with her." "

She's waiting for you behind the artificial hill in the park. Come on, I'll take you to play with her." I let him get on my motorcycle.

"In the park, having sex in the open? Heh heh, this woman is quite interesting." The bearded man lewdly grinned, "She's really slutty."

"If she wasn't slutty, would she be out prostituting herself?" I was afraid he would change his mind, so I deliberately teased him, but I also felt a little jealous. After all, this guy is middle-aged, while my wife is only in her twenties. I was truly unwilling to let him have his way for a mere five hundred yuan.

But the thought that he might get my wife pregnant made me feel much better. I said, "Brother, there's something even better waiting for you. You can have sex with this woman without a condom!"

"Brother, you're not kidding me, are you? Is she really willing to let me ejaculate inside her? Prostitutes usually don't let their clients do that. So every time I go to a prostitute, I feel unsatisfied. Having sex with a woman through a condom is like scratching an itch through a boot—it never really gives me a good time. If this woman really lets me have real sex with her, then it's worth the five hundred yuan!" The bearded man was initially overjoyed, but immediately became a little uneasy. "Brother, tell me the truth, is she really as sexy and beautiful as she looks in the photos?"

"Of course!" I forced a smile. "You'll see when you meet her. She's guaranteed to be even more captivating than in the pictures, absolutely worth the price, I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Otherwise, you don't have to pay."

"If she's really that beautiful, and her figure is as great as in the photos, I wouldn't mind giving her an extra tip. Look, in the photo, she has delicate features and looks like a lady. A woman like that, when she shows her wanton side, is especially alluring. Also, her lips are thin, which means her labia are thin, which is most pleasurable for a man's penis. Her buttocks are large, indicating a strong sex drive; it's difficult for one man to satisfy her, so she's definitely born to be a prostitute. Furthermore, her eyelashes are long and slightly curved, indicating thick pubic hair, which will make a man's lower body feel like it's on fire during sex, incredibly pleasurable. Besides, she allows me to not use a condom… Hehe, I've struck gold today!" The bearded man spoke with great enthusiasm, seemingly well-versed in the art of judging prostitutes. Just from the photo, he described my wife's physical characteristics with remarkable accuracy, which amazed me.

I realized my wife had met a master of sex, a seasoned patron of brothels! I was both worried for my wife and secretly delighted.

My worry was that my wife, with no experience in prostitution, would be subjected to all sorts of abuse on her first client, especially with such a skilled one, and she wouldn't know how to refuse his unreasonable demands.

What secretly pleased me was that the bearded client relieved my wife of her anxieties. She was always worried that her first time would disappoint him, because she didn't know the difference between having sex with a client and with me; besides taking off her underwear and waiting for penetration, she didn't know what else to do. If the client I introduced her to was a novice, their meeting might have been awkward, and she might not have been able to get intimate with him. But now, without my wife even having to seduce him, the bearded man would definitely teach her how. And he was particularly interested in ejaculating directly inside my wife…

The bearded man had already started kissing my wife's photo, making loud, smacking noises. I was both amused and annoyed. "Heh heh, you think you've gotten a great deal, but you've actually suffered a loss."

I thought to myself, "I heard that some women have to pay other men tens of thousands of yuan for 'nutritional support' when their wives borrow sperm from them. And you're paying my wife for sex! And you're secretly laughing about it, you're incredibly stupid!"

Suddenly, the bearded man asked me, "Oh, by the way, brother… is it safe for me to have sex with her in the park? Will anyone be watching?"

I slowed down slightly and said, "Don't worry, nobody goes near the rockery in the park. Besides, I'll keep watch, so you can have your fun with her. If anyone comes, I'll bark three times like a dog, and you'd better separate. Nobody will catch you doing anything."

To allay his concerns, I deliberately boasted, "This woman has had many clients there, and nothing's ever happened! Every client praises her. Everyone leaves satisfied."

"So...is she married?" The bearded man had developed a strong interest in my wife."To be honest... it's settled," I stammered. "And her husband? Does he know she's prostituting herself? Doesn't he care?" The bearded man had no idea that her husband was so close yet so far. "In this modern society, what man doesn't want to be a cuckold and also doesn't want to be penniless? There's no such thing as a free lunch. Her husband knows she's prostituting herself, but he just turns a blind eye so she can earn money," I said, half-jokingly.

"Luckily, there are always men in this world who want to make money off their wives' bodies, so we johns can have all sorts of beauties. Otherwise, how could I possibly have a chance with a woman as beautiful as her? Haha, she really looks like the pure and innocent Xu Jinglei. I've always been a fan of Xu Jinglei, and now I can't wait to fuck her. I love fucking women who look like celebrities, and married women too. It's a unique experience, giving me a sense of conquest and domination. I never thought I'd stumble upon such a wonderful thing today."

"Fool, what are you so happy about? You think you've gotten a great deal? Hmph, you don't even know who your future offspring will be, you'll just have to wait to inseminate my wife!"

I sneered inwardly, but I had to admire the bearded man. He had a really good eye; my wife's face and temperament did indeed resemble Xu Jinglei, but her figure was much fuller and more alluring than Xu Jinglei's. Xu Jinglei's chest was too flat and her buttocks too small, like an undeveloped, unbloomed flower bud.

But these two parts of my wife's body were her most sexy and daring, the parts that drove men wild. Her breasts were like two ripe peaches, and a gentle pinch from a man would release their juices. And her buttocks were full as the moon, white as snow, enough to drive any man who saw her crazy!

Finally, we arrived at the park, and my wife's career as a prostitute was about to officially begin!

(VII)

I led the bearded man into the park.

The fat pig selling tickets at the entrance was actually in better spirits than in the morning. When I bought two tickets from him, he gave me a strange look, then smiled mysteriously. His fleshy eyes were fixed on the lake in the distance, and he seemed a little absent-minded even when tearing the tickets for me, as if something on the lake was deeply attracting him.

I smelled a foul odor coming from his crotch.

"That fat pig is really lousy, he probably hasn't showered in days." I chuckled to myself. Luckily, I'd managed to snag the bearded man; otherwise, he might have been my wife's first client. The bearded man was much more attractive than the fat pig, and easier for my wife to accept.

"He'll never dream he almost got to sleep with my beautiful wife. Hmph, just his 180-plus pounds would have been enough for her. The bearded man is much more suitable for my wife." I thought to myself as I walked into the park with the bearded man.

The park seemed even more deserted. In the lake in the center of the park, a small, duck-shaped, canopy-covered boat drifted leisurely on the distant water, motionless for a long time, then occasionally rocking violently dozens of times, indicating that someone was on board, but I wondered what they were up to. Perhaps a few children were paddling and playing around in the boat.

It was this unassuming little boat that caught the eye of the fat pig selling tickets. I glanced back and noticed that with each sway of the boat, the fat pig's Adam's apple bobbed, and he was occasionally rubbing his groin through his pants, as if he were masturbating.

"No wonder he smells so fishy. But this pig must be bored out of his mind all day, even a swaying little boat can make him so distracted and lustful." I seemed to understand something, and laughed at him, continuing to walk with the bearded man deeper into the park.

There were very few visitors in the park. After walking for a while, we saw a young mother with her little daughter catching butterflies in the grass. The young mother exaggeratedly twisted her waist, jumping and skipping on the grass, causing her little daughter to giggle incessantly behind her.

The bearded man's eyes were immediately drawn to this woman, and he couldn't wait to strike up a conversation with her. This guy was truly a lecherous devil who was blinded by lust. Just moments ago he was showering my wife's photo with compliments, praising her as unparalleled, but now he's set his sights on this woman.

I coughed loudly, and he snapped out of his daze, following me towards the artificial hill. This woman, though also quite beautiful and alluring, couldn't compare to my wife's sexy and stunning looks.

The thought of my wife meeting the first client I'd brought her made my heart race.

"What's my wife doing now? What's her first reaction to the bearded client? Will she scream in fright? Will she run away? Will she cover her face in embarrassment? Or will she cling to me like a little bird, throwing herself into my arms?"

I couldn't help but glance at the bearded man. "Will my wife accept him? What's the first thing she says to him? What's their first action after they're together? Is it a hug, a kiss? Or will they immediately take off their pants and have sex?" Lost

in thought, the bearded man, perhaps tired from walking, asked, "Why aren't we there yet?"

"Almost there, almost there. The woman is waiting for you under the pavilion not far ahead," I replied, but my steps grew heavy. "You slut, you don't know, the woman you're going to patronize is my dear wife. How will you make love to my wife? Rear-entry, horseback riding? Or 69? Will my wife willingly guide your penis into her vagina? How many orgasms can you give her? Will she scream like she always does when she orgasms? And will you force her to perform oral sex?"

A series of questions flooded my mind in an instant, countless mysteries waiting to be revealed.

I was excited, yet also a little scared and worried.

I realized that before, I was single-mindedly focused on finding clients for my wife at the station, feeling that finding a client was a victory. Now that the bearded man was actually close to my wife, I couldn't control my deepest feelings. I didn't know how I would face the scene of my wife making love with this bearded man. Would I be jealous? Humiliated? Regretful? Or excited? Satisfied? Triumphant?

I tried desperately to understand, but the more I thought about it, the more confused I became.

One moment I felt that as a man, no matter how useless I was, I shouldn't let my wife prostitute herself, shouldn't be a pimp. It would be an insult to my wife, a betrayal of my family, a desecration of her personality, a destruction of human law, dignity, and morality, and a fatal blow to my parents.

The next moment I felt that my wife had no choice but to sell herself! To escape poverty and achieve a comfortable life, to fulfill our family's long-cherished wish of continuing the family line, to satisfy my wife's insatiable sexual desire, and to allow me, a curious man, to witness the various kinds of men making love with my wife, she had to sell herself—boldly, thoroughly, providing excellent service to her clients…

"Now that the clients have arrived, let nature take its course. In short, my wife's prostitution is more beneficial than harmful. We, in this new era, shouldn't bind ourselves with traditional concepts and outdated ideas. Besides, my wife isn't the only prostitute; society always laughs at poverty but not prostitution…" That's how I comforted myself in the end.

We passed through a small grove of trees and wound our way around a few corners before finally approaching my wife's hiding place.

The bearded man was already sexually aroused, his eyes darting around as he asked, "Hey? We've got the pavilion. Where's that big-assed beauty you mentioned? Where is she? I can't see her anywhere. Hehe, I can't wait to fuck her. Her big ass is so attractive, even better than that woman we just saw!"

Undoubtedly, the young woman playing with his daughter had aroused his strong lust. That woman's ass was also quite round and alluring, but it was still a size smaller than my wife's, making her slightly less appealing.

So, when the bearded man discovered that the pavilion was indeed a good place for clandestine lovemaking, he immediately thought of fucking my wife.

"Yeah, where is she?" I looked around, completely bewildered. After a fierce internal struggle, I had made up my mind to make my wife prostitute herself. Now I just hoped she would soon be in the bearded man's arms. To make love properly, to let him fuck her properly!

But my wife was nowhere to be found under the pavilion!"Oh dear, I finally managed to find you a client and overcome my own selfish thoughts. Where did you run off to? It's driving me crazy!" I thought to myself, grumbling about my wife.

"Why couldn't you have waited a little longer? The opportunity was perfect! There wasn't a soul around, and the bearded man was burning with lust. If you'd been there, he'd be in the harbor within three minutes! We'd get our first fee—five hundred dollars! He could even get you pregnant. But… why couldn't you sit still? Now look what's happened! The client's here, but you're gone. How am I supposed to explain this to him?"

"Brother, are you playing me? Making a fool of me? That woman's nowhere to be seen. Who am I supposed to seduce?" The bearded man also became wary of me, glaring at me.

"No...no." I broke out in a sweat, but knowing I was in the wrong, I could only apologize repeatedly, my words becoming increasingly polite. "Brother, please calm down. I'll find her for you. She must be nearby. Hmm, maybe she's hiding somewhere to pee. She'll show up soon so you can enjoy yourself."

"Hmph! Her little cunt is open to a thousand men, why would she need to hide to pee?" The bearded man sneered, still unconvinced. "I knew you couldn't possibly have a woman that pretty. How could such a pretty woman be a prostitute? She'd be better suited for singing and acting. She's definitely cuter than those bitches like Yang Yuying and Xu Jinglei, and she'd arouse men."

"Yeah, yeah, she's very cute and arousing. Brother, you have good taste. Xu Jinglei's figure can't compare to hers." I quickly agreed.

"Stop sucking up to me, you son of a bitch. I got tricked. You made me lose my dick for nothing. Luckily I didn't pay you, I'm done." The bearded man impatiently turned to leave.

"Wait...don't go! Bro, that pretty woman really is a prostitute. You'll regret it if you don't go for her, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! May I be struck by lightning if I tell a lie!" Seeing the bearded man's lustful expression, I couldn't resist watching him and his wife's passionate encounter. Now that he was about to leave, I grabbed his hand, almost begging him, "Please wait a little longer, just a little longer, okay? I promise you'll get her. If I don't, I'll give you two hundred bucks!"

After all, he was the first customer I'd brought to my wife, and I couldn't let him and my wife's affair fall through. I had to make sure my wife's first foray into prostitution went smoothly.

"Really? That woman really is a prostitute?" Sure enough, my sincerity moved the bearded man. He stroked his beard and said, "Alright, I'll trust you one more time."

Seeing that the bearded man had changed his mind, I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was still extremely anxious inside. "Where did my wife go? Could she have gone home? Or maybe she couldn't wait any longer because I hadn't brought her any clients, so she went to the station to look for me? Or maybe she ran into some trouble..."

"Sigh, what a bad start. Even my wife's prostitution business is so difficult. No wonder people say money is hard to earn and business is tough these days." I sighed inwardly. I had originally thought that if a beauty like my wife willingly became a prostitute, clients would flock to her, and I could just fill my pockets. I hadn't expected that my wife's prostitution would be so troublesome. First, I couldn't find any clients, and now that I finally caught one, she ran away.

"Once I get my first payment today, I'm going to buy a cell phone for both myself and my wife. That way, it'll be easier to contact each other next time, and we won't have to deal with this embarrassing situation again," I thought absentmindedly. "Yeah, it's the information age now. Even women who sell sex need to be fully equipped with modern tools to keep up with the times. Otherwise, they'll be eliminated."

"Stop standing there with that long face! Hurry up and go find her! I'll wait here. If she's not here in twenty minutes, I'm leaving!" the bearded man yelled angrily at me. He seemed to be in a bad mood, hence his frightening temper.

"Okay, okay. Brother, you wait, I'll definitely bring her to you." I was furious at his insults, but I could only smile and listen. A little impatience can ruin everything. Today was my wife's first time working as a prostitute; everything is difficult at first. I could tolerate this little humiliation. Otherwise, if this bearded man drove her away, my wife's future prostitution career would definitely not be smooth!

So I kept bowing and scraping, wanting to find my wife quickly so he could vent his anger and calm down. I also wanted to tease him a bit, hoping to get his patience. "But brother, don't be too hasty. The harder something is to get, the more interesting it is. That woman might just be teasing you, putting on airs." "

She's a damn bitch! If she wants to sell herself, she's a used woman. What's with the airs? Anyway, I don't care if she's attractive or not, a goddess or a pretty girl, I'll fuck her until she's ruined! I'll make her lick my dick and apologize!" The bearded man showed me no respect, continuing his filthy cursing.

My face flushed red and then paled from his insults; I really wanted to quit. But thinking calmly, I couldn't blame him. The blame lay with my wife. I was the one who brought her here, and she was nowhere to be found. How could I not be furious?

At this moment, the bearded man got excited and sat down hard. But he immediately stood up again, and I noticed that his penis was bulging out of his pants, making it very uncomfortable for him to sit down. So he had to stand up again.

"His thing is so big!" I thought to myself, and hurried to find my wife. "Honey, come out quickly. He can't wait any longer, his big penis is eager for you! You'll be letting him down if you don't come out. Also, when he fucks you later, you have to be gentle with him, let him vent his big penis inside you!"

(VIII)

But I searched the whole park and still couldn't find my wife.

The sun was high in the sky, and the autumn light was bleak. Only that lonely little covered boat was drifting on the lake. There was no wind around, but the little boat was now rhythmically bobbing and rocking in the middle of the lake, like a happy little duck swimming around in circles, stirring up waves and splashing the gunwale. But I still couldn't see the person in the boat.

Perhaps those mischievous children were hiding in the cabin playing pranks.

"Sigh, these parents are so careless, letting their kids run around in such a small boat. What if they capsize and fall overboard?" I noticed the small boat was drafted deep and rocking violently, and I couldn't help but worry about the people on board.

But my thoughts quickly shifted to my wife.

"Where did she go? If she was waiting in the pavilion, that bearded man would probably be thrusting into her three hundred times by now, about to ejaculate. Heh heh, his penis is so big, I wonder if my wife's vagina can fit it?" As I thought this, my penis involuntarily twitched.

The image of the bearded man on top of my wife, making love to her, involuntarily appeared before my eyes. His long-bearded mouth was pressed against my wife's vulva, his tongue inside her mouth, swirling around her tongue. Their lower bodies were tightly intertwined, rising and falling rhythmically. His thick, hard penis pulled my wife's delicate, rosy labia inside out. Under his powerful thrusts, my wife gasped softly, her snow-white buttocks writhing... and I watched with rapt attention, dumbfounded.

Think about it, not long ago I was a man who highly valued a woman's virginity. I made a huge fuss about my wife's hymen being broken, even almost being encouraged to divorce her. Then, on Mid-Autumn Festival night, I witnessed my wife being gang-raped by three dockworkers, and my mind suddenly cleared. Now, not only have I reconciled with my wife, but I've also taken a giant leap forward, personally bringing her a client and humbly flattering him, as if afraid he might refuse to have sex with her again if he's unhappy. This change is truly like heaven and earth.The pressures and passage of life can indeed change many people, things, feelings, and principles. As the saying goes, the sea can be filled, mountains can be moved, and people can change; the ocean can become mulberry fields. Everything changes with time; what was yesterday is now. The world and human relationships are always so complex and unpredictable, difficult to understand and predict. Actually, deep down, I don't really want other men to play with my wife, to indulge in pleasure and debauchery in her private paradise that should belong only to me.

But reason tells me: my wife's path to prostitution is inevitable. Knowledge can be sold, thoughts can be sold, and of course, the body can be sold. My wife selling her body can make us rich quickly and free us from the worries of poverty! At the same time, prostitution has an added advantage over other women: it can make her pregnant sooner, carry on the family line, and relieve my parents and grandfather from worrying about my lack of offspring, or from feeling ashamed in front of the neighbors. Of course, being a prostitute will also allow her to enjoy sexual climaxes and satisfy my voyeuristic pleasure.

Therefore, I am determined to make my wife a prostitute, and I eagerly anticipate witnessing her obscene acts.

Now I really want to offer her to the bearded client, let him fuck her hard! I want to see her being wildly fucked by the bearded man. Watching his penis repeatedly thrust in and out of her vagina, and of course, I also like the banknotes he brings to my wife and me, stained with the smell of semen!

But in the entire park, besides the bearded man and me, it seems only that mother and daughter are still playing tirelessly.

The young mother was lying on the grass, her hands supporting her weight, letting her daughter ride her like a horse. The adorable little girl kept patting her mother's round bottom, urging her to crawl.

The thin, tight-fitting elastic pants stretched the young mother's ample buttocks taut, and as she struggled to crawl across the grass, I worried that the seams of her pants might tear at any moment.

But she seemed completely unconcerned, only wanting to please her daughter, exaggeratedly swaying her hips, the outline of her narrow underwear clearly visible, even the shape of her protruding pubic bone and thin labia clearly discernible.

This scene aroused my lust and deeply moved me; I couldn't help but recall my childhood, when I also loved riding on my mother's back like this, letting her crawl around on the ground like a female dog.

Back then, some of the men in the village would gather around the gate of my earthen courtyard, smoking their pipes, pretending to watch me "ride a horse," while their eyes were fixed on my mother's drooping breasts or her plump, high buttocks.

But I, being ignorant, had a bad habit of being a "show-off," and willingly succumbed to their instigation. Whenever there were a lot of people at my door, I would "order" my mother to come out and be my horse, proudly shouting "Giddy up! Giddy up!" while slapping her plump, elastic buttocks with my hands.

Helpless, my mother could only carry me, swaying her hips and crawling around under everyone's noses.

Especially in the summer, she, who always disliked the heat, liked to wear only a small vest and a pair of floral shorts commonly worn by rural women at home. But sometimes, when onlookers came, I wouldn't wait for her to change her clothes; I would yell at her to quickly lie down and be my "horse."

When she was forced to crawl on the floor between my legs wearing only shorts, her large breasts, like small mountains, almost slipped out of the neckline of her tank top, her strawberry-like nipples completely exposed. Her floral shorts, with their overly baggy legs, inevitably exposed her plump, white thighs, even revealing glimpses of her dark pubic area, often making the country men's eyes redden and their mouths water.

I remember many of them secretly pulling me aside afterwards, saying lewdly, "Little Tian, your mother has so much pubic hair down there, it's even blacker and thicker than our beards. Do you know why?"

Indeed, I had noticed her thick, dark pubic hair when my mother was bathing, a tangled mess like a bird's nest. But I didn't know why so much black hair grew between her snow-white thighs; it really did look like a man's beard.

Those men teased me, saying, "That's because your mother doesn't grow a mustache, so all the hair grows down there! Haha! Don't believe me? Go home and ask your mother."

I actually asked my mother that, and her face turned as red as a cloth. She told me, "Don't listen to those men's gossip."

"Then why do you have so much black hair down there?" I persisted.

"You'll understand when you grow up," my mother said, not scolding me, but playfully pinching my cheek.

Years have passed, and I'm now an adult. I truly understand why my mother has black hair down there, and I realize how naive I was back then, and how embarrassing my question was for her. Yet, my kind mother never complained, never hit me. She's been so good to me.

But to this day, I've never repaid my loving mother. She's never enjoyed any of my blessings. Just today, she had to squeeze onto the bus to go back to her hometown to visit my grandfather.

The thought of the bus makes me uneasy again.

I've learned a bit about the ugly faces and lewd tricks of the lecherous men on buses from my wife.

She's been groped by them quite a few times. Many times, she's taken the bus home alone, her buttocks and breasts covered in handprints. On several occasions, she's had embarrassing moments at the office while taking the bus to work. It turns out her clean dress, which she'd changed into that morning, was stained with semen, leaving her utterly ashamed and speechless in front of her colleagues.

Another time, someone had lightly slashed two holes in the back of her jeans with a razor. That day, she had just had sex with me the night before, overslept, and rushed to catch the bus without putting on underwear. Unexpectedly, she encountered this pervert on the bus.

When she walked into the company wearing those ripped jeans, her two snow-white buttocks were exposed to everyone, but she was completely oblivious, still walking around the company freely, talking to her subordinates about work, chatting with colleagues, and reporting business to the general manager in a serious manner... It wasn't until almost the end of the workday that her office manager, Director Ma, couldn't hold back any longer and told her about the wardrobe malfunction. She suddenly realized what had happened and was so embarrassed that she didn't dare go to work for several days.

Today, my poor mother also suffered sexual misfortune on the bus.

Those lecherous men couldn't restrain themselves when she boarded the bus, scrambling to touch her breasts and buttocks. After she got on the bus, they deliberately separated my nearsighted father from her, crowding around her... I guess at this moment, not a single part of my mother's breasts and buttocks was idle. Her curvaceous figure must have aroused the lust of countless men. They might even take advantage of their numbers and shamelessly slip their hands inside my mother's panties, caressing her thick pubic hair and tender vulva... They'd surely exhaust her!

"Oh, poor Mommy, I, as her son, am helpless to help you." I calculated the time; my mother had only traveled about halfway back to her rural hometown, and she would have to endure at least another hour of sexual harassment. Right now, there might be several dirty fingers inserted into her "gate of life," and under their caresses, she might lose control and become overflowing with lustful fluids...

"A beauty like Mommy is probably born to be fantasized about by men on the bus. Sigh, I shouldn't think about her anymore; I should hurry and find my wife. The clients are still waiting to fuck her." Thinking this, my penis grew even harder.

Just then, I saw the little girl's mother smiling as she walked towards me.

(ix)

"Sir, excuse me, where's the restroom in this park?" The young mother approached me with a smile, her face flushed.

"Is your daughter about to pee? Why don't you just have her squat down and relieve herself?" I said, staring at her pert nipples. Her breasts were no less impressive than my wife's, perhaps even fuller, though her buttocks were smaller.

"No, I need to pee myself," she said, her voice barely audible. "Do you know where the restroom is around here? Please tell me quickly."She was clearly in a real hurry to pee; her earlobes were red, her voice was breathless, and her shapely buttocks were wriggling restlessly. Her shy appearance and voice were incredibly endearing. I was completely overwhelmed by my wife's mysterious disappearance, and I couldn't resist teasing her to lighten my mood, so I deliberately said, "There's no toilet in this park. The nearest one is a 20-minute walk from here. If your daughter comes with you, it'll take at least half an hour."

Moreover, the toilet was in a small alley, filthy and smelly. Maggots would often crawl onto the legs of women squatting on the toilet, some even burrowing into their vaginas or anuses. Furthermore, men often accidentally wandered into the women's toilet; last month, a woman was gang-raped there and forced to urinate on herself. If you really want to go there, you need someone to guide you, otherwise you might end up in a dead end and not even find that dilapidated toilet.”

“Oh no, I can’t hold it anymore, I don’t want to go there either.” She suddenly turned pale, looking extremely embarrassed, as if explaining the situation to me, or perhaps talking to herself, “It’s all my daughter’s fault, she keeps pestering me not to go home. What am I going to do now?”

Her face flushed red, she looked like she was about to cry, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

“Holding your urine for too long can cause cystitis in women, and it also puts pressure on the uterus. Damaged uterus can affect a woman’s ability to have sex.” "I'm a man who always knows how to cherish women, and seeing that I'd frightened her, I immediately put on a chivalrous act. 'Here's what we'll do: if you trust me, you can boldly squat down under that old banyan tree and relax to your heart's content. I'll stand guard for you and make sure no other tourists come near to peek.'

'Okay, I trust you. Thank you.'" Without a second thought, she smiled at me, handed me her daughter, and quickly pulled two pink tissues from her small handbag. She tossed the bag into my arms and hurried off towards the old banyan tree.

As she ran, I noticed she was already unbuttoning her belt. Clearly, she was impatient; any longer and she might wet herself and embarrass herself in front of me.

Sure enough, she ran to the banyan tree, not even bothering to look back, pulled up her pants, and quickly squatted down.

Her smooth, shapely buttocks were immediately and unreservedly displayed before me, so dazzling. How delightful! A far cry from my wife's excessively voluptuous hips. And on her left buttock, a bright red mole, like a small red plum blossom in a vast snowy field, full of life and vitality!

When she lifted her hips to urinate, her genitals were fully exposed before me, the urine splashing from her vulva like a string of sparkling pearls, continuous and beautiful. I could also hear the pleasant "drizzling" sound from her urethra, much like the gentle autumn rain falling on lotus leaves. The sound, though extremely soft and delicate, was like celestial music to me, like drinking sweet spring water, every pore of my body opening up in unparalleled comfort.

"Alas, my wife is nowhere to be seen; I have no face to explain to the bearded man. However, if I could persuade this woman to go and have the bearded man patronize her in my wife's place, that wouldn't be bad." My gaze lingered on her round, alluring buttocks and vulva with a suggestive look, and I couldn't help but entertain a wicked idea. Holding such a beautiful woman in a man's arms would surely drive him to ecstasy, just like my wife. Her husband was truly blessed!

Just then, she finally finished urinating, wiped her vulva with toilet paper, dried the urine clinging to her pubic hair and urethra, stood up with a light sigh, fastened her belt, and turned back shyly.

I stared at her without moving. When she was urinating with her buttocks raised, I noticed from behind that her pubic hair wasn't very thick, not comparable to my mother's abundant black hair, and even lighter than my wife's, appearing slightly yellowish and curly. However, the distance was too great for me to see clearly.

She clearly realized something, let out a surprised cry, and her face immediately turned red to her neck. Then, pouting, she slowly walked towards me.

"Were you going to stare at me like that the whole time?" "She tilted her head and asked me, her hips shifting uncomfortably.

'Yes,' I smiled nonchalantly. 'Your buttocks are captivating, like the legendary Venus with her beautiful buttocks. Adding or subtracting even a fraction would make them too plump.' '

I didn't expect you to be so naughty. I thought you were a gentleman,' she said, her breath sweet as orchids. 'But you were peeping at my buttocks.'

'Really? I said I'd stand guard for you when you urinate, not letting any other tourists come near to peek, and I did…' I said confidently.

'But you? What about yourself…' she widened her bright eyes, still wanting to argue.

'I said not letting other tourists peek, not myself. Besides, I wasn't peeping, I was openly admiring it. The ancients said: A beautiful woman urinating is like pearls falling on a jade plate, a celestial maiden scattering flowers. Seeing it today, it truly lives up to its reputation.'" "Such a beautiful sight, if I turned away, wouldn't that be a terrible waste of nature's bounty, a disservice to the beauty of the world?" I smiled at her. "Don't you think so?"

"You're very good with words." Her clear eyes flickered, and she wiggled her hips. "But you're also very honest. If you pretended you didn't peek at all, I'd suspect you had something to hide."

"So you think I'm a good friend?" I thought this girl was truly pure and lovely.

"Of course, I'd love to be your friend." "The charming young woman generously extended her slender hand to me.

Her small hand was so soft and delicate, I couldn't bear to let it go. If those hands could caress and massage any man's penis, they would surely make him weak in the knees, completely intoxicated. Of course, if any man were lucky enough to insert his penis into the spot where she had just urinated, he would be overjoyed and incredibly fortunate!

Perhaps only her husband has ever enjoyed this blessing.

It's hard to imagine that she's so young, yet her daughter is already so big. It seems she's been married for at least five or six years. 365 days a year, her husband must have fucked her thousands of times!

Hehe, I really don't know what she's like." What does it look like when a man opens his legs and penetrates her?

Without realizing it, I found myself talking to this charming and beautiful young woman.

Normally, I rarely look at other women seriously, let alone be moved by one. Before, I only wanted to joke around with this young woman because I was annoyed, but now I'm deeply attracted to her, almost forgetting about finding my wife…

Meanwhile, the bearded john is probably still pitifully alone in the desolate autumn pavilion, anxiously waiting for my wife to come and fuck him. His penis is probably already rock hard with anger, just waiting for my wife to offer her beautiful, tender hole for him to thrust into wildly… 05-10

(X)

Let's leave aside the matter of the bearded man waiting to patronize my wife for now, and instead talk about this beautiful young woman I just met.

After talking, I learned that her name was Li Jin, and she had been transferred to our small town with her husband. She had only been here a short time, so she wasn't familiar with the situation here. She also told me that her husband's name was Ma Dayong, and he worked in the Foreign Affairs Office of the Municipal Government as a section chief.

"Ma Dayong? Isn't he the son of Director Ma of the Aizhi Company office?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes? What, do you know my father-in-law?" Li Jin smiled brightly, her eyes boldly looking at me. Perhaps she knew that I had already seen her buttocks, so she no longer pretended in front of me, and instead felt a sense of closeness and naturalness with me.

"Yes, he is an elder I respect very much." I said insincerely. "My wife is his subordinate." "

My wife does indeed work at Aizhi Company, and Director Ma is her direct supervisor. However, due to poor management, Aizhi Company is almost closing down, so my wife has a lot of freedom in her work schedule. She can come and go as she pleases. This has created opportunities for her to engage in prostitution. "Of course, I had heard plenty of rumors about Director Ma and my wife before. Some friends who cared about me even asserted that he and my wife were having an affair, and some even wanted to bet with me on it. Even my mother had heard about it; she had kept an eye on them and caught them being intimate and ambiguous, but she had never caught them in bed together. Because of this, my mother still harbored resentment towards my wife, fearing that she would cheat on me. At first, I was skeptical and even dismissive of these rumors, letting them go unchecked.

"So your wife is my father-in-law's subordinate, what a coincidence." Li Jin treated me even more like an acquaintance, becoming completely uninhibited. She didn't even stop her daughter from making me lie down and ride her like a horse, instead watching me with a smile.

I had no choice but to lie down on the grass and let her daughter straddle my back.

Li Jin also plopped down on the ground, giving me a seductive glance. "I'm sorry to trouble you, this is a good opportunity for me to rest. You don't mind, do you?"

"It's alright, I'm happy to serve her. After all, her grandfather is in charge of my wife." I glanced at her lower body, its curves accentuated by her tight pants. Her pubic bone and mons pubis were so alluring.

She seemed to sense something, slightly bringing her legs together, and then smiled as she asked me, "I wonder if my father-in-law treats your wife well? If not, tell me, and I'll go back and teach him a lesson. I guarantee he'll change his ways."

She seemed confident, yet her gaze was gentle, and her voice was soft. This tone and expression when mentioning her father-in-law felt very familiar and endearing. I racked my brains, and finally remembered that my mother always spoke of my grandfather in this way.

"Could she be like me and my mother, a harlot to her father-in-law?" I wondered, deliberately staring unabashedly at her crotch. Director Ma's waist wasn't much thinner than that fat pig selling tickets at the park entrance. Could such a beautiful woman have been his prey? Could her delicate body withstand such pressure? "

What are you thinking about? Why aren't you answering me?" She pouted at me, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Do you want me to say hello to my father-in-law for you?"

"Thank you." However, my wife told me that your father-in-law has been good enough to her. "

Indeed, Director Ma is very good to my wife, always taking care of her. Although his workplace isn't doing well, he never forgets to include my wife in any company-funded meals or trips. Sometimes, even if my wife has already gone home, he'll drive to pick her up.

As a result, my wife often brings back souvenirs from those events, such as silk scarves, skirts, or even imported pantyhose. During holidays, she also receives small red envelopes from clients. Because both my wife and I work for companies that aren't doing well, our family is quite strapped for cash, so these little things often make my wife very happy.

" Yet, they were quite jealous of her and often gossiped behind her back. I suspect that the rumors about Director Ma and my wife's illicit affair originated from them.

They described it so vividly, saying that some of them had personally witnessed Director Ma forcefully having sex with my wife on his desk through the window, the loud thuds of her belly hitting the desk audible several rooms away. Soon, they probably realized the rumor was too outrageous and no one would believe it, so they changed their story, saying that my wife wasn't lying on the desk being violated by Director Ma, but rather hiding under the desk, giving him oral sex. They claimed that whenever an outsider came in, she would wipe the semen from her mouth and... She crawled out from under the covers, pretending she was helping Director Ma find his pen that had fallen on the ground.

Although their story was quite convincing, I never really believed my wife would do anything shameful with Director Ma.

Firstly, because my wife and I were very loving; we rarely argued, let alone had a serious fight. We were incredibly close and could talk about anything. We only had a minor disagreement about her hymen being broken, but we quickly forgave it. Even when she was gang-raped by three men in front of me by the river, it didn't cast a shadow over our marriage. She didn't blame me afterward for not protecting her like a man would, and I didn't get hurt by the thugs because of her. Firstly , I despise her for being utterly disrespectful.

Secondly, Director Ma is over fifty years old, and his head is balding. If my wife really wanted a lover, she wouldn't choose such an old man, much less perform oral sex on him during work hours. I know my wife is a very proud woman; she wouldn't risk being disgraced at her workplace.

However, after being gang-raped on Mid-Autumn Festival night, my wife broke free of her inhibitions. Once, while we were making love, we happened to talk about Director Ma, and she confessed that he had indeed taken liberties with her. But she emphasized that it was almost always when he was drunk.

The situation was like this: Director Ma was drinking... He's always been generous and outgoing, never stopping until he's drunk. And every time he drinks, he needs my wife by his side. When he's drunk, he drags my wife to a dance hall with him. While dancing, the lights in the dance hall "obediently" go out, and he finally can't resist, still drunk, and kisses my wife. My wife, out of politeness, doesn't want to refuse him too much and embarrass him. He then forcibly pries open her mouth, bites her tongue, and then hugs her large buttocks, pressing her lower body tightly against his hips.

Several times, my wife feels his penis pressing hard against her vulva, against the entrance of her vagina, as if trying desperately to penetrate her body. Fortunately, there's something between them... Director Ma tried to lift her skirt, but she refused. She even had to use her hand to hold his penis through his pants to prevent him from thrusting. During this struggle, Director Ma usually ejaculated, leaving my wife with only minor stains on her hands and skirt, like on a bus…

After sobering up, Director Ma would invariably apologize to my wife. He kept asking her if he had kissed her while drunk, touched her buttocks, or soiled her skirt. When my wife blushed and gave him an affirmative answer, he kept blaming himself, even slapping himself, which made my wife feel even more embarrassed. Instead of taking it to heart, I tried to persuade him not to dwell on it.

But he couldn't forgive himself, and every time he had to go shopping, he'd buy my wife a new dress or an expensive bra, only stopping when he saw her smile in it…

My wife said she'd wanted to tell me about it many times before, but she was afraid I'd misunderstand or get angry, so she kept it to herself.

But after she was gang-raped by three men on Mid-Autumn Festival, seeing that I didn't despise her at all and still loved her as always, she felt she no longer needed to hide anything from me.

From her confession, I vaguely guessed that Director Ma was intentionally taking advantage of my wife.

I also understood… That's the logic. What cat in this world doesn't eat meat? Director Ma hasn't forced himself on my wife all these years; he's already being very polite and rational. In life, how many beautiful working women haven't been touched, slept with, or been taken advantage of by their bosses? It's just that most of their husbands are kept in the dark. Or even if they know, they can only turn a blind eye, helpless and unable to retaliate.

But this young woman whose skirt I've peeked under is Director Ma's daughter-in-law! This makes me incredibly excited. A sense of vengeful pleasure permeates my entire body. "Hehe, Director Ma, maybe my wife will be yours sooner or later. But sorry, what you got from my wife, I'll repay double to your daughter-in-law today! I'll make your son wear a green hat and become a cuckold like me." "

I couldn't care less about getting clients for my wife; I was already thinking about having my way with Director Ma's pretty daughter-in-law!

I was even planning to find a way to make her and my wife prostitutes together someday. If I had two beautiful women with such distinct charms for clients to choose from, I could become the most respected pimp in this small town.

Just then, her daughter, riding on my back, squeezed her legs together and shouted, 'Giddy up!'

I could only hop and crawl around on the ground like a toad. Li Jin stared at us intently, her eyes full of tenderness.

'Mommy, this is so much fun! Can you come and ride me too?' Her daughter was having a great time riding on me, giggling happily like a joyful little chick.

'Okay, let your mom get on.' I smiled at Li Jin.

'Silly girl, don't talk nonsense. Mommy is an adult; how can Uncle carry her?' Li Jin scolded her daughter, lowering her head."I glanced at her and said, "If you're willing to get on, I'd really like to carry you. Haha, look, don't we look like a happy family of three on an autumn outing?" "Pah, don't get any ideas." She spat at my blatant flirtation, her face as red as a white silk cloth stained with rouge.

"Giddy up! Giddy up! Horse, run! Horse, run! If you don't run, I'll spank your big ass!" Her daughter really did slap my butt with her hand.

I immediately scrambled up on the ground like a pig rooting in a pen, her daughter bouncing on my back, panting with pleasure.

I cursed in my heart: "You little brat, you little slut! Don't be happy, it won't be long before I'm riding on your mommy like this, making her crawl around on the ground like a bitch, screaming and yelling. Maybe one day, I'll even kill two birds with one stone with you and your daughter, let me deflower your little hole too! Make you a thread!"

Wasn't my wife's hymen broken by a villager when she was about eight years old?

I couldn't help but think of my wife again, and the bearded john I had brought for her! Did he have the fate to fuck my wife?

Fate is truly a mysterious and unpredictable thing. Some people also say that fate is wonderful...

(XI)

When Li Jin jogged quickly, I noticed that she had started to unbutton her belt as she ran. Clearly, she was impatient; any longer and she might wet herself and embarrass herself in front of me.

Sure enough, she ran to the banyan tree, not even bothering to look back, pulled up her pants, and quickly squatted down.

Her smooth, shapely buttocks were immediately and completely displayed before me, so dazzling, so alluring!

They had a different charm compared to my wife's excessively plump buttocks. Moreover, there was a bright, eye-catching little red mole on her left buttock, like a small red plum blossom growing in a vast snowy field, full of life and vitality!

As she lifted her buttocks to urinate, her genitals were also fully exposed before me, and the urine splashing from her vulva resembled a string of sparkling pearls, continuous and glistening.

I could still hear the pleasant "pattering" sound coming from her urethra, much like the gentle autumn rain falling on lotus leaves. The sound was incredibly soft and delicate, yet it felt like heavenly music, like drinking sweet spring water, making every pore of my body open up in blissful comfort.

"Sigh, my wife hasn't even shown up. I'm too ashamed to face that bearded man. But if I could persuade this woman to go and have him patronize her in my wife's place, that wouldn't be bad." My gaze lingered on her round, alluring buttocks and vulva, and I couldn't help but entertain the idea of urinating. Holding such a beautiful woman in a man's arms would surely drive him to ecstasy, just like my wife. Her husband was truly blessed!

At that moment, she finally finished urinating, wiped her vulva with toilet paper, dried the urine clinging to her pubic hair and urethra, stood up with a light heart, fastened her belt, and turned back shyly.

I stared at her, motionless. Just now, when she was peeing with her buttocks sticking out, I noticed from behind that her pubic hair wasn't very thick, not comparable to my mother's abundant black hair, and even lighter than my wife's, seemingly slightly yellowish and a little curly. However, it was too far away for me to see very clearly.

She obviously realized something, let out a surprised cry, and her face immediately turned red to her neck. Then, pouting, she slowly walked towards me.

"Were you just staring at me like that?" she asked, tilting her head, her buttocks swaying unnaturally.

"Yes." I smiled casually. "Your buttocks are very alluring, like the legendary Venus with her beautiful buttocks. Adding or subtracting anything would be too much or too little."

"I didn't expect you to be so naughty. I thought you were a gentleman." She breathed sweetly at me, "But you were peeping at my buttocks."

"Really? I said I would stand guard for you when you peed, not letting any other tourists come in to peep, and I did..." I said confidently.

"But what about you...?" She opened her bright eyes wide, still wanting to argue with me.

"I meant not letting other tourists peek, not myself. Besides, I wasn't peeking, I was openly admiring it. The ancients said: 'A beautiful woman urinating is like pearls falling onto a jade plate, a celestial maiden scattering flowers.' Seeing it today, it truly lives up to its reputation. If I turned away from such a beautiful sight, wouldn't that be a waste of nature's treasures and a disgrace to the beauty of the world?" I smiled at her, "Don't you think so?"

"You're very good with words." Her clear eyes flickered, and she wiggled her hips, saying, "However, you're also very honest. If you pretended that you didn't peek at all, I would suspect that you had something to hide."

"So you think I'm a good friend?" I felt that the woman in front of me was truly pure and lovely.

"Of course, I'd be happy to be your friend." The charming young woman generously extended her slender hand to me.

Her small hands were so soft and delicate, I couldn't bear to let them go. If those hands could caress and massage any man's penis, they would surely make him weak in the knees, completely intoxicated. Of course, if any man were lucky enough to insert his penis into the spot where she had just urinated, he would be overjoyed, experiencing boundless bliss!

Perhaps only her husband had ever enjoyed this blessing.

It's hard to imagine that she's so young, yet her daughter is already so grown up. It seems she's been married for at least five or six years. 365 days a year, her husband must have fucked her thousands of times!

Hehe, I wonder what she looks like when she spreads her legs for a man to penetrate her?

Unconsciously, I found myself chatting with this charming and beautiful young woman.

Normally, I rarely look at other women seriously, let alone be moved by one. Previously, I only wanted to joke around with this young woman because I was upset, but now I'm completely captivated by her, and I've almost forgotten about finding my wife...

Meanwhile, the bearded john is probably still pitifully waiting alone in the desolate autumn pavilion, anxiously waiting for my wife to come and fuck him. His penis is probably already rock hard with rage, just waiting for my wife to offer her beautiful, tender hole so he can fuck her wildly... Let's leave aside

the bearded man waiting to sleep with my wife for now, and let me tell you about this beautiful young woman I just met.

After talking, I learned that her name is Li Jin, and she has been transferred to our small town with her husband. She hasn't been here long, so she's not familiar with the situation here. She also told me that her husband's name is Ma Dayong, and he works in the Foreign Affairs Office of the Municipal Government as a section chief.

"Ma Dayong? Isn't that the son of Director Ma of the Aizhi Company office?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes? What, do you know my father-in-law?" Li Jin's smile was bright, and her eyes looked at me boldly.

Perhaps knowing I'd already seen her backside, she stopped pretending and instead became more intimate and natural with me.

"Yes, he's a respected elder," I said insincerely. "My wife works for him."

My wife did indeed work at "Aizhi" company, and Director Ma was her boss. However, Aizhi company was struggling and was almost bankrupt, so my wife had a lot of freedom at work. She could come and go as she pleased. This created opportunities for her to engage in prostitution.

Of course, I'd heard plenty of rumors about Director Ma and my wife before. Some friends who cared about me even asserted that he and my wife were having an affair, and some even wanted to bet with me on it. Even my mother had heard about it; she'd kept an eye on them and caught them being intimate, but she'd never caught them in bed together. Because of this, my mother still harbored resentment towards my wife, fearing she'd cuckolded me.At first, I was skeptical and even dismissive of such things, letting them go unnoticed. It wasn't until my wife confessed that she had made Director Ma ejaculate while dancing, coupled with the obscene nude photos in her bag, that I realized things might be more complicated than that. "So your wife is my father-in-law's subordinate, what a coincidence." Li Jin treated me like an acquaintance even more, becoming completely unrestrained. She didn't even stop her daughter from making me lie down and ride her like a horse; instead, she looked at me with a smile.

I had no choice but to lie down on the grass and let her daughter straddle my back.

Li Jin also plopped down on the ground, giving me a flirtatious glance. "I'm sorry to trouble you, but this is a good opportunity for me to rest. You don't mind, do you?"

"It's alright, I'm happy to serve her. After all, her grandfather is in charge of my wife." I glanced at her lower body, which was stretched taut by her tight pants, revealing her curves. Her pubic bone and mons pubis were so alluring.

She seemed to sense something, and her legs moved slightly closer together. She smiled and asked me, "I wonder if my father-in-law treats your wife well? If not, just tell me, and I'll go back and teach him a lesson. I guarantee he'll change his ways."

She looked confident, but her gaze was soft, and her voice was delicate. This tone and expression when mentioning her father-in-law felt very familiar and warm to me. I tried hard to remember, and finally realized that my mother always looked like this when she talked about my grandfather.

"Could she be like my mother, a promiscuous daughter-in-law who offers herself to her father-in-law?" I thought to myself, deliberately staring at her crotch without looking away. Director Ma's waist wasn't much thinner than that fat pig selling tickets at the park entrance. Could such a beautiful woman have been his prey? Could her delicate body withstand such pressure?

"What are you thinking about? Why aren't you answering me?" She pouted at me, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Do you want me to say hello to my father-in-law for your wife?"

"Thank you. But I heard from my wife that your father-in-law has been good enough to her."

Indeed, Director Ma was very good to my wife, always taking care of her. Even though the company wasn't doing well, he never forgot to include my wife in any public-funded meals or trips. Sometimes, even if my wife had already gone home, he would still drive to pick her up.

As a result, my wife would often bring back souvenirs from those banquets, such as silk scarves, skirts, and even imported pantyhose, bras, and underwear. During holidays, she would also receive small red envelopes from clients.

Because both my wife's and my workplaces were struggling financially, these little things often made my wife very happy. Besides, it seems to be a woman's nature to take advantage of small things.

Because of this, some of my wife's female colleagues were quite jealous and often gossiped behind her back, especially her former best friend, Zhao Mei, who was particularly resentful of my wife's favor. I suspect that the rumors about Director Ma and my wife's illicit affair originated from her. However, after Zhao Mei went to the south to work as a prostitute, the rumors about her from my wife's female colleagues only intensified.

They described it vividly, saying that some of them had personally witnessed Director Ma forcefully having sex with my wife on his desk through the window, the loud thud of his belly hitting her could be heard several rooms away.

Soon after, they probably realized the rumors were too outrageous and no one would believe them, so they changed their story, saying that my wife wasn't lying on the desk being fucked by Director Ma, but rather hiding under the desk, giving him oral sex. As soon as the strangers came in, she wiped the semen from her mouth, crawled out from under the table, and pretended to be helping Director Ma find his pen that had fallen on the floor.

Although they spoke with great conviction, I never really believed that my wife would do something so shameful with Director Ma.

Firstly, because my wife and I were very loving, we rarely argued, and we never really quarreled. We were incredibly close and could talk about anything. We only had a minor disagreement about her hymen being broken, but we quickly forgave it. Even when she was gang-raped by three men by the river in front of me on Mid-Autumn Festival, and then gang-raped by ten men at home, it didn't cast much shadow on our marriage.

She never complained that I didn't protect her like a man would, and I didn't despise her because of the brutal abuse she suffered at the hands of the thugs.

Secondly, Director Ma was over fifty years old and balding. If my wife really wanted a lover, she wouldn't choose an old man like him, let alone perform oral sex on him during work hours. Because I know my wife is a very proud woman, she wouldn't risk disgracing herself at work.

However, after she was gang-raped on Mid-Autumn Festival night, especially after I let the wolf into our home and let her be raped by ten men, including a guy I met online, it broke down her last shackles.

Last time we were making love, we happened to talk about Director Ma, and she confessed to me that he had indeed taken liberties with her many times. But she emphasized that it was almost always when he was drunk.

The situation is this: Director Ma is always a generous and open drinker, and he doesn't enjoy himself until he's drunk. And every time he drinks, he likes my wife to be with him. When he's drunk, he likes to drag my wife to the dance hall with him. While dancing, the lights in the dance hall "sensibly" turn off, and he can't help but kiss my wife while still drunk. My wife, out of consideration for his feelings, is always too embarrassed to refuse him too much and make him feel awkward, so she just kisses him back a couple of times.

The moment he touched my wife's lips, he would forcefully pry open her mouth, bite her tongue, and then hug her large buttocks tightly, pressing her lower body against his hips.

Several times, my wife felt his penis pressing hard against her vulva, against the entrance of her vagina, as if trying desperately to penetrate her body, making her feel very embarrassed, thankfully with her skirt in between. Director Ma also tried to lift her skirt, but she refused, holding his penis through her pants to prevent him from thrusting indiscriminately. During this period of tension, Director Ma usually ejaculated, and my wife would at most get some stains on her palms and skirt, like on a bus…

After sobering up, Director Ma would invariably apologize to my wife for this. He would keep asking her if he had kissed her while drunk, touched her buttocks, or stained her skirt with his semen. After my wife blushed and gave him an affirmative answer, he kept blaming himself, even slapping himself, which made my wife feel embarrassed and try to persuade him not to take it too seriously.

But he still couldn't forgive himself, and every time, he insisted on going to the market to buy my wife a new dress or a high-end bra and panties, only stopping when he saw her smile in them…

My wife had wanted to tell me about this many times before, but she was afraid I would misunderstand or get angry, so she kept it to herself. But after the series of events following her gang rape by three men on Mid-Autumn Festival, seeing that I didn't despise her at all and still loved her as always, she felt there was no need to hide anything from me anymore.

From her confession, I vaguely guessed that Director Ma was indeed intentionally taking advantage of my wife.

I understand this principle; what cat doesn't eat meat? Director Ma hasn't forced himself on my wife all these years; forcibly taking advantage of her is already quite polite and rational. In life, how many beautiful working women haven't been touched, slept with, or taken liberties with by their bosses? It's just that their husbands are mostly kept in the dark. Or even if they know, they can only turn a blind eye, helpless and unable to retaliate.

Was my mother's relationship with the principal and the head of the education office clean? To get transferred back to the city, she flattered them a lot, often drinking and dancing with them in the school's small dormitory, and talking late into the night with the mosquito net down.

Because there was only one chair in my mother's dormitory, reserved for me to sit on while doing my homework, the bed was the only place they could sit and talk. To avoid suspicion, two men would usually invite her to bed to talk together… Of course, the purpose of putting down the mosquito net was to avoid disturbing my homework as much as possible.

Several times, I was doing my homework and unknowingly fell asleep. When I woke up, I heard my mother, the head of the education office, and the principal "talking" on the bed, making the bed creak and groan, like they were fighting.

I wanted to peek, but I didn't dare lift the mosquito net because I was afraid of the principal. But I was very familiar with the "smacking" sound of their bellies hitting the ground, the sound of a dog eating porridge, and my mother's moaning...i=32> I immediately guessed that Mom was playing the "Mom and Dad" game with them, but at the time I didn't understand how Mom could handle two men by herself. Usually, I had only seen Dad on top of Mom.

Because of this, some male teachers often tried to trick me into revealing information about my mother's sexual encounters with the head of the education office and the principal. When I mentioned the sounds of "dogs eating porridge" in bed, they became extremely excited and urged me to tell my father.

I did tell my father about my mother's sexual encounters with others, but to my surprise, he simply lit a cigarette, patted my head, and said nothing more than, "Your mother has really suffered. She's doing this for my own good, wanting to be transferred to the city as soon as possible to reunite with my husband and me. I hope she can get through to them soon..."

The male teachers were somewhat disappointed but also smug. Later, they also started trying to "talk" to my mother.

When my mother didn't want to have sex with them, they accused her of being materialistic and only recognizing high-ranking officials. They threatened to write a petition to the principal to prevent my mother's transfer if she refused.

Helpless, my mother had no choice but to have sex with them. Sometimes there were three of them, sometimes two, and once there were even five of them coming to my mother's bed for a "talk."

That time, I found my mother's bed in complete disarray; afterwards, two of the bed boards even broke.

My mother had no choice but to call two carpenters to reinforce the bed frame with steel bars.

To test the reinforcement, the two carpenters even dragged my mother onto the bed, and the three of them seemed to be jumping and thrashing around inside, making my mother keep saying, "Enough, enough, I can't take it anymore!" But they wouldn't stop, instead saying, "Teacher Chen, your little mouth is so beautiful..."

"Shh... I understand what you mean, don't say it and it will affect my son," my mother murmured softly. Then the whole bed seemed to fall silent, except for a faint sucking sound.

I didn't know what they were doing, but I vaguely felt that my mother seemed to be "eating" something. Because at that time, I didn't understand what "oral sex" was at all.

After a while, when the two carpenters emerged from the mosquito net, I saw them, while fastening their trousers, beaming at my mother, saying, "Teacher Chen, your mouth is so cute, no wonder so many students love listening to your lectures. Now you can rest assured, next time ten men are on top of you, whatever they do, this bed won't collapse!"

"Thank you," my mother said, her face flushed to her neck, covered in sweat, her breasts half-exposed, and a white, milky discharge dripping from her lips.

From then on, my mother's bed never had another problem. It's just that the men who came to talk to her became more and more frequent, sometimes several groups a day. Everyone wanted to persuade her not to leave the school.

Gradually, even some older students came to her, seizing every opportunity, either climbing onto her bed to "ask for advice" or "petition" her from inside the mosquito net.

They were all those bad boys who used to love hearing my stories about my mother's scandalous affairs. They even made me draw my mother's vulva on the playground, and then they would stand in a line at a distance, masturbating and ejaculating into my mother's "private parts," competing to see who could shoot the farthest and most accurately. Of course, I was their unofficial referee, and my reward was a bag of milk candy or comic books they pooled their money to buy each time.

Now, they've become as bold as their male teachers, starting to directly confront and engage with my mother.

Because of my vanity and the desire to win their gifts, I had repeatedly betrayed my mother's secrets to them, including her story with my grandfather. They were initially excited, but later, hearing me constantly making

sounds like "dogs eating porridge," they began to look down on me and even mock me.

To show that I always had exclusive access to the latest firsthand information about my mother, I had to boast to them that I had seen my mother having sex with my grandfather, how powerful my grandfather's old penis was when he was with my mother, and how he fought off the villagers who were peeping at my mother while she was bathing. Only then did they start to look at me differently, convinced that my mother was my grandfather's adulterous wife, and concluding that my grandfather had a strong possessive streak.

Unexpectedly, this became their leverage to blackmail my mother. After I told them about my mother sleeping with the teachers, they threatened her that if she didn't let them "petition" her, they would report her scandalous affair with the head of the education office and the principal to my grandfather.

My mother seemed terrified of my grandfather finding out; he had a fiery temper. Upon hearing this, she immediately agreed to go into the mosquito net with them…

This made my mother's small dormitory at school quite lively. Teachers and students came to see her in droves, sometimes even teachers and students together, or fathers and sons sharing a mosquito net.

Afterwards, to thank me for the information, these older students also told me their stories about my mother in the mosquito net.

They said they really had sex with my mother, and even played with her mouth and anus. They made my mother personally demonstrate and experiment with things she couldn't talk about in sex education class.

Finally, their common conclusion was: my mother's vagina was tighter than many of the girls in the class, making penetration incredibly satisfying for them; her buttocks were larger and whiter than the school's most beautiful girls, and her pubic hair was more than twice that of those girls.

They also said that having sex with such a beautiful female teacher as my mother was truly unique. Especially when they returned to the classroom and listened to her earnest lectures, looking at her beautiful mouth that had tasted their semen, and her breasts that they had gnawed countless times, their penises remained hard throughout the entire class.

Especially when they saw my mother's swaying, plump buttocks as she walked, they couldn't help but imagine her on the small bed, her plump white buttocks raised, eating bananas while having anal sex with them… They also said that two boys had simultaneously shoved their penises into my mother's mouth, while two other boys simultaneously inserted their penises into her vagina…

Although I didn't witness it firsthand, my mother's scandalous stories were enough to leave me speechless. No wonder some people said she had become the "public wife" of all the men on campus, young and old.

This went on for over two years until the principal and the director of the education office took pity on my mother and allowed her to be transferred to the city.

It's said that before going to the city, my mother made a written agreement with them to secure the transfer, promising to return to the school once a month so they could relive their past. And when they came to the city, she had to unconditionally accept them living in my house so they could have their way with her.

I don't know if this rumor is true or not, but it's a fact that my mother returned to the countryside every month, and after moving to the city, the director of the education office and the principal did visit my house many times. Every time they came, my mother would let my father and me go shopping, leaving her alone at home with them… After I grew up and got married, my mother, perhaps afraid I would notice something, moved my father to a more remote area in the city.

Yet, this very same womanizing mother was deeply troubled by even the slightest scandal or affair of my wife, fearing other men might seduce her, and often nagging her. What she worried about most, of course, was the scheming Director Ma.

But the young woman I'd peeked at under her skirt was actually Director Ma's daughter-in-law! This excited me immensely. A sense of vengeful pleasure washed over me.

"Heh heh, Director Ma, maybe my wife will be yours sooner or later. But sorry, what you got from my wife, I'll repay to your daughter-in-law today! I'll make sure your son is cuckolded like me. This is some consolation for my mother."

I couldn't care less about getting clients for my wife; I wanted to have my way with Director Ma's pretty daughter-in-law first!

I even started planning to get her, my wife, and my mother to become prostitutes together someday.If I had three beautiful women with distinct personalities to choose from, I could become the most respected pimp in this small town. Just then, her daughter, riding on my back, squeezed her legs together and shouted, "Giddy up!" I could only hop and crawl around on the ground like a toad. Li Jin stared at us intently, her eyes full of tenderness. "Mommy, this is so much fun! Can you come and ride me too?" Her daughter was happy riding on me, giggling like a joyful little chick.

"Alright, let your mom get on." I smiled at Li Jin.

"Silly girl, don't talk nonsense. Mommy's an adult, how can Uncle carry her?" Li Jin scolded her daughter, lowering her head.

I glanced at her and said, "If you're willing to get on, I'd really like to carry you. Haha, look, don't we look like a happy family of three on an autumn outing?"

"Pah, don't think nonsense." She spat at my blatant teasing, her face as red as white silk stained with rouge.

"Giddy up! Giddy up! Horse, run! Horse, run! If you don't run, I'll spank your big bottom!" Her daughter really did slap my bottom.

I scrambled to my feet like a pig rooting in a pen, her daughter bouncing on my back, panting with pleasure, yet still unsatisfied, saying, "You crawl too slowly, as slow as a big turtle!"

"A big turtle?" My ears burned, and I couldn't help but curse inwardly, "You little brat, you dare call me a big turtle? Damn it, you little slut! Don't be so happy, it won't be long before I'm riding on your mommy like this, making her crawl around like a bitch, screaming and yelling, making your dad a big turtle too. Maybe one day, I'll even kill two birds with one stone with you and your daughter, letting me deflower your little hole too! Making you a thread!"

Wasn't my wife's hymen broken when she was about eight years old by some idiot in the village? At this moment, I couldn't help but think of my wife, and the bearded john I'd brought for her! Would he have the fate to sleep with my wife?

Fate, truly a mysterious and unpredictable thing. Some say, fate! Incredibly beautiful…

(12)

At this moment, the small boat on the lake rocked even more violently, like a bed shaking violently.

Li Jin glanced at the small boat, her face flushed. She seemed to want to stare at the boat, but was a little embarrassed. Her appearance was so charming and captivating that it made my heart flutter.

I suddenly carried her daughter on my back and asked her while lying on the ground, “Did you see a young and beautiful woman like you in the park today?”

Li Jin was staring blankly at the rocking boat. When I asked her, she came back to her senses and smiled slightly, “Was it that curvy beauty in the miniskirt?”

“Yes. Yes!” I nodded repeatedly. “Have you seen her? Where is she?”

Li Jin pouted and said charmingly, “Look, she’s on that small boat.”

“She got on the small boat?” I was confused again.

“Not only her, but also three men. Three uncles followed that pretty auntie onto the boat.” Li Jin’s daughter, riding on my back, said eagerly.

"Oh," I muttered to myself, "I wonder what she's doing bringing three men on the boat?"

"Oh, don't you understand?" Li Jin took my daughter off my back, held her in her arms, and smiled ambiguously at me, "Look at that small boat, doesn't it look like a big bed? What would a woman do with three men on a big bed?"

"I see." I suddenly felt a mix of joy and sorrow. I was happy that my mysteriously missing wife had finally been found; she was on that small boat I had discovered long ago!

I was sad because all my hard work in bringing her clients, hoping she would praise me, had been for nothing; she had brought three clients herself! And while I was anxiously searching for her, she was already having sex with them.

"Heavens, three men! Three men again!" I couldn't help but recall the time she was gang-raped by three dockworkers on the riverbank on Mid-Autumn Festival, the scene of her being attacked by three men flashing before my eyes. Undoubtedly, none of the three men would be idle now; their three penises were vying for pleasure on her beautiful body.

Perhaps she held one in her hand, one in her mouth, and one was inserted into her vagina…

My heart trembled. Those three men were truly blessed. On the vast, empty lake, in the small boat filled with the scent of spring, they faced my beautiful, helpless, naked wife, not only able to attack and thrust wildly, doing whatever they pleased, but also able to roar and even make her moan. How exhilarating that must be!

Alas, why is it always my wife, my mother, who is played with by other men?

Perhaps noticing the strange expression on my face, Li Jin stared at me blankly for a moment, then swayed her slender waist and asked in a low voice, "What? Do you know that woman on the boat?"

I didn't answer, and she continued, "She's such a slut. The way she led those three men onto the boat, it was like they were all her husbands. She was kissing one man's face, then hugging another's neck, and when they touched her butt, she giggled and even asked them to light her cigarettes..."

"What? She smokes?" I suddenly remembered the scene of my husband and his friends making my wife smoke when they stayed at my house, and I didn't know what to say. Li Jin would never have imagined that the slut on the boat she was cursing was actually my beloved wife.

"That woman is a real wanton vixen, daring to let three men sleep with her at the same time. I don't know how she can handle it, it's too much. And it's been almost two hours, and they're still not done. She's really something."

Li Jin glanced at her watch, curled her lip in disdain, but her gaze kept drifting towards the small boat.

I could see a look of intoxication and jealousy on her face. Especially when the boat rocked most violently, her envy reached its peak; she even unconsciously crossed and squeezed her legs together, her buttocks swaying incessantly, as if she had already become the leading lady on the boat.

When I heard her say that my wife had been on the boat with those three men for almost two hours, my heart skipped a beat. My God, two hours! My wife has been on the boat with three men for two hours! How many times has each of them climaxed on her? And how many orgasms has she experienced?

But I couldn't help but defend my wife, saying, "Modern young people like to enjoy life to the fullest. And sexual pleasure is the most pleasurable of all pleasures in life. So, you can only say she's a woman who knows how to seek pleasure in life, not that she's promiscuous." "

I didn't expect a bookish guy like you to have such an open view on sex!" Li Jin raised an eyebrow and glanced at me. "What if she were your wife? Would you still let her seek that kind of pleasure?"

"Even if she were my wife, I wouldn't blame her. Haha, it's better to share pleasure than to enjoy it alone." I gazed at her passionately, thinking to myself, "That woman on the boat is my wife, and she's even had the experience of having sex with more than a dozen men in one night."

"You're a really interesting man. Thank you for telling me your honest opinion. I thought men were all petty and wouldn't tolerate others touching their wives." Li Jin tilted her buttocks and said.

"Only when I met a gentle and lovely woman like you did I dare to speak my mind. Actually, if a man and woman are compatible, what's wrong with making love?" I said ingratiatingly, then suddenly pulled her into my arms. She seemed to see through my thoughts, her face flushing as if she were drunk, but she didn't push me away.

"Miss Li, since we've met by chance, we're destined to be together in this life. I also want to make you happy! Is that alright?"

I said, boldly kissing her cheek."Oh no, their daughter's right here! Be careful she doesn't see us!" Li Jin scolded me, her voice trembling, looking incredibly cute. "It's okay, she won't understand anything. When I was little, I saw my mom having sex with someone. I asked her what she was doing, and she told me they were fishing from her little cleavage. I believed her." I made a face at her daughter, but my hand secretly reached for her breasts. My wife's revelry with three clients on the small boat had aroused me, giving me a sudden urge and courage to transgress. I even brought up my mother's shameful secrets.

My wife's outrageous and promiscuous behavior with three men undoubtedly influenced Li Jin, the young woman, making her unable to control her desires and burning with lust. She lost the will to resist my excessive teasing, and instead, as if possessed, shyly returned a kiss on my forehead, saying, "Your mother is so cute."

Later, we walked out of the pavilion, embracing each other, towards a more secluded path. It was a tacit agreement, our purpose clear: to find a more hidden place to fulfill our wild desires.

Along the way, we didn't stop kissing and caressing each other passionately; neither of us wanted the newly ignited passion to cool down, even disregarding her daughter following behind.

After walking less than 150 meters, our impatient desires took over. I didn't want to go any further, so I led her back to the pavilion. It was the brothel I had arranged for my wife, but the bearded client was gone; I didn't know if he had run away in anger or was hiding somewhere.

"My dear daughter, go up to the pavilion and keep watch for Mommy. Mommy and Uncle will have a private chat down here." She deliberately sent her daughter away.

"Uncle, you'll have to ride me like a horse later!" her daughter pouted at me.

"Okay, no problem." I smiled at her.

Her daughter obediently went up to the pavilion to keep watch, and we came to the stone steps below the pavilion. Li Jin didn't speak, and I didn't know what to say either.

"This place is very elegant!" My words were unoriginal, and she smiled at me.

"Li Jin!" I called her name. We were really close to the battlefield, but I was a little at a loss.

"I'm here, speak! What is it?" She didn't seem to want to take the initiative either.

"Jin'er!" I was really useless, like a fool, only knowing how to call her name. She looked at me tenderly, patted the stone bench, and gestured for me to sit down, and I almost lost control. I sat down next to her, hesitant to speak.

"Say what you want to say!" She was even calmer than me.

"Li Jin, you're so beautiful!"

I said boldly, risking a slap, "I really like you! I want to go fishing with you."

She didn't get angry, just lowered her head. I noticed she was blushing slightly, but didn't refuse. I boldly pounced on her and hugged her. She actually gave in. I trembled with nervousness. Although she was Director Ma's daughter-in-law, I didn't care anymore; lust had overshadowed everything.

I gently lifted her cheek. She looked at me tenderly, and I decided to kiss her, holding her tightly and kissing her passionately. She didn't resist; instead, she cooperated. I slowly and tentatively kissed her, finally our lips touching, our tongues intertwined.

Wow! The feeling was indescribably exciting.

I then touched her breasts. Without any resistance, I quickly squeezed her full breasts. Underneath the thin shirt, they were so full and perky, even more perfect than I had imagined.

I pressed my advantage and reached out to touch her private parts.

"No, no, people are watching." Li Jin trembled slightly, her whole body going limp in my arms.

"No, it won't happen. It'll only be a little while. Let them look if they want. Besides, your daughter is up there keeping watch for us.""I knew she was aroused, so I loosened her leather belt and slipped my hand inside her panties.

My left hand went inside. What I touched was a thick patch of hair; she and my wife were completely different breeds.

Li Jin closed her eyes and let me do as I pleased. I remembered she was Director Ma's daughter-in-law, and I remembered that Director Ma had taken advantage of my wife more than once. Without hesitation, I inserted my fingers into her vagina, first my middle finger, then mischievously squeezed my index finger in as well, and the two fingers moved rapidly in and out.

Her moans grew louder, but she still cried out, 'No! You can't!'" "

In this unanswered murmur, she frantically unzipped my jeans, slipped her hand inside my underwear, and grabbed my throbbing penis. A pleasure I'd never experienced before washed over me; I felt my soul leave my body in that instant, soaring to the heavens. Her small

hands were even softer than my wife's!

She was already soaking wet; I could feel the stickiness from her damp pubic hair. Curious, I pulled down her underwear, revealing a dark, oily patch of her pubic hair, obscuring even the natural slit. Parting the pubic hair, I felt her vaginal opening was already dripping wet. I hadn't been able

to see clearly from the distance, but it turned out her pubic hair was thicker and denser than my wife's." It was in no way inferior to my mother's. It was just that her pubic hair wasn't as dark and messy as my mother's; it looked meticulously groomed.

Perhaps because I'd seen so much of my mother's pubic hair since childhood, I always liked to compare women to my mother.

At this moment, my reason was completely overwhelmed by a flood of passion. I quickly placed her on the grass, pulled down her panties, and swiftly pulled out my thick, hard penis, ready to insert it into her body, head and all. At the same time, I was passionately kissing her, biting her tongue.

When I decided to penetrate her, she no longer hesitated, no longer asked questions, and like a wife cooperating with her husband in her own bed, she lifted one leg, grasped my penis with one hand, and inserted it into her vagina.

Her vagina was already fully prepared. She was like a hungry mouth eagerly swallowing a whole sausage, offering me no resistance whatsoever.

We stood there, I thrusting violently, her writhing intensely.

At that very moment, three men were playing with my wife on a small boat not far away, which fueled my lust and made my movements even more vigorous. Besides, this was the first time I had sex with a woman other than my wife. I hadn't expected such a beautiful woman to be so easily conquered, especially since her father-in-law was my wife's boss, and there were many rumors about him and my wife. So I put in even more effort.

The feeling of having an affair was wonderful. Especially having sex with her in front of her daughter made me even more excited.

At that moment, through the gaps in the leaves, I saw... Several students were sketching by the lake, while their teacher pointed to a small boat in the middle of the lake, carefully giving instructions. Outside the park on the other side, a group of migrant workers from out of town had started work, constructing some building. Their busy work and shouts almost drowned out the sounds of our lovemaking.

Li Jin kept her eyes fixed on the pavilion, highly tense, afraid that some tourist might suddenly appear from there and stare in disbelief.

Fortunately, only her daughter was playing there, and there was the tinkling of the wind chimes.

As the thrusting quickened, the pleasure from the glans of my penis grew stronger and stronger. Li Jin and I had both reached the peak of excitement; her moans had turned into loud cries: "Don't stop! Don't stop! Harder!

Darling! I want you!" "

Her daughter, perhaps having overheard her mother's lewd words, turned around and stared in astonishment at my mother and me embracing and writhing.

I could almost hear my wife on the small boat moaning and groaning beneath three men, and I felt an immediate climax approaching.

I should have lasted longer, as usual, but this intense tension hastened my orgasm. I desperately wanted to ejaculate inside her, into the womb of Director Ma's daughter-in-law!

The blissful moment finally arrived. At the peak, I felt her vagina, like a warm, moist hand, tightly gripping my penis.

We remained in this position for a long time. After everything calmed down, I slipped out of her and put my jeans back on."

We stood there embracing for a while longer. Li Jin whispered in my ear, "Today was so exciting! You gave me an unprecedented climax. Thank you." Then she turned her head and made a face at me. "You know, if anyone saw us, they'd definitely think we were a young couple having an affair in the park, right?"

"Then you should remarry me," I teased. "

Pah, don't push your luck," she pouted. "Oh, by the way, I still don't know your real name." "

My name is Tianfu, Tian as in 'making love every day,' and Fu as in 'husband.'" I touched her wet vulva and helped her fasten her belt.

"Your name is quite interesting. But I think Tian as in 'cheating every day,' Fu as in 'adulterer,' would be more suitable," Li Jin said with a playful laugh.

"Okay, whatever you say. From now on, I'll be your adulterer, and we'll come here every day to have our affairs." I thought Director Ma's pretty daughter-in-law was really charming; her inherent flirtatiousness was no less than my mother's.

"You're so lucky!" Li Jin smiled sweetly and turned away.

Later, we returned to the pavilion and sat there embracing for a long time, almost half the afternoon, in front of her daughter. We enjoyed the refreshing breeze and the clear chimes to our hearts' content. Of course, I also gave her daughter plenty of opportunities to ride me.

As dusk approached, my lust flared up again. I pulled her down to the stone steps and had her lie on her back so I could have my way with her.

It's worth noting that just a few minutes after our lovemaking ended, a couple entered the pavilion to take pictures. But when they saw our disheveled state, the woman pulled her boyfriend away. I secretly rejoiced at my good fortune; fate had given us the perfect timing, and no one had bothered to disturb our lovemaking.

Afterward, people came and went, several groups of tourists, all fleeting like passing clouds. Li Jin and I sat embracing, like a beautiful statue, unmoved.

"Mommy, have you hugged and cuddled with Uncle enough? I want to go home." Her daughter ran over, pouting.

"Xiaoshan, don't tell your dad and grandpa what you saw today, okay?" Li Jin suddenly remembered her precious daughter, gently pulling her ear and speaking cautiously.

"Why?" her daughter asked , puzzled.

"If you told Mommy, she'd get a spanking!" Li Jin said, blushing. "But if you don't tell, Mommy will take you to KFC."

"Oh, I get KFC! I don't want Mommy's bottom to get spanked!" her daughter cheered. The little girl had no idea what her mother had done that day.

"Good husband, see you tomorrow! This is my phone number." Li Jin suddenly kissed my forehead lightly, then quickly left, pulling her daughter's hand.

She had just been with me, and her little bottom swayed as she walked, quite charming, a different kind of beauty compared to my mother's big bottom.

"Goodbye." Watching her alluring and charming back, I was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

When I thought of my wife again, I was surprised to find that the small boat in the middle of the lake had somehow moored to the shore.

Where were my wife and those three clients? Were they still on the boat? Had my wife received her first payment? What were my mother and grandfather doing back home? What would she think if she knew her daughter-in-law had successfully sold herself to three men today? Had she gone to school to have sex with the principal these past few days? And would she end up like my wife, a prostitute? It

would be such a waste if she didn't become one. I heard many girls in her class are now famous prostitutes; one girl named Zhou Xun even went from prostitute to actress and starred in several blockbusters.

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