[I Sold My Cheating Wife as a Prostitute] (02) Author: feitutu2046

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Chapter Two:

No man can resist the allure of a prostitute—her initiative, her arousal, and the stimulation of her tongue. No man will
always love his wife, because he'll get tired of her routine. The same breasts, the same vagina, repeated
sex many times, the same moans—of course, he'll get bored. But what if one day your wife suddenly changes
her attitude ? What if the once conservative, dull, haggard woman suddenly becomes fond of exposure, of
moaning, of sucking, her arousal level suddenly increasing dozens of times? Would you be tempted? I don't know if you
would, but I certainly would.

My wife cheated on me, and I wanted revenge—not to catch her in the act, but to turn her into a wanton young woman for me to see.
To experience intangible sexual pleasure.

After I confronted my wife, within days, her wardrobe was filled with hundreds of sexy
outfits: nurse uniforms, navy uniforms, police uniforms, various stockings, various high heels, and various sex toys.

In addition, I brought my fifteen-year-old son back from his grandparents' house. I'm going to tease his mother with my son
.

Before the child arrived home, my wife pitifully begged me not to mention her affair in front of the child
; she still wanted to maintain a loving mother image.

I chuckled and pretended to be angry, saying, "Hmph, child, who knows whose bastard he is.

" "Don't say that. Lele is really your child. Can't you tell he looks like you?"

"Hmph, couples who spend a lot of time together start to resemble each other, let alone a child." But I'm not
a beast. I promise you, I won't tell the child that you slept with someone else. But you're no longer the dull,
traditional mother who only knew how to educate her. From today onwards, your love for that brat needs a change.

"Husband, what do you mean? I'm in so much pain. I know it was wrong of me to cheat, but please,
please don't torture me. If you're willing to divorce me, I'll give up everything. You can decide who gets
custody , as long as you don't let him know about what happened." My wife looked exhausted and helpless.

"Hmph, I went to great lengths to pursue you back then. Have you forgotten how arrogant you were? Have you forgotten
how made me wait for you in the snow? Hmph, I'm going to torture you, I'm going to get my revenge."

My wife buried her face in her arms and sobbed softly. The more she cried, the better I felt. It's so satisfying
to bully a woman.

I went to the wardrobe and picked out an outfit for her, telling her to wear it when our son came back.

"No, absolutely not! What will our son think of me?" My wife's eyes were red and wide.

Hmph, I picked up the remote and turned on the TV. My wife's smooth, naked body appeared on the screen again,
her face towards the camera, licking a slut's big cock with relish.

My wife collapsed onto the sofa, burying her face in her hands and wailing in agony, "I don't want to, I don't want to,
waaaaah, don't do this to me, I don't want to live anymore, waaaaah!"

"Don't want to live?" I sat down beside her, grabbing a tuft of hair at the back of her head, her tear-reddened face
peeking out again.

"I won't let you die so easily. You betrayed me first. You either put on your clothes and do as I say, or
you kill yourself now. But after you kill yourself, I'll tell your son all your shameful deeds, let him know you
committed suicide out of guilt." I said viciously.

I threw the clothes on the floor.

"Our son will be back in a little while. You decide what to do."

My wife burst into tears, a gasp of sobs,
her face streaked with tears.

I placed a knife on the table, indicating that if she didn't comply, she could use it to commit suicide. I knew my wife was timid and
didn't have the courage to kill herself.

On the floor lay a very short, pink, bodycon skirt, topped with a tiny,
sheer black bodysuit that barely covered her breasts, the material resembling stockings, and a pair of transparent peep-toe, chunky-
heeled platform high heels that revealed her entire foot.

My wife, sobbing, slowly picked up the clothes and put them on.

Once dressed, her entire figure was on full display. The bodycon skirt clung tightly to
her large, plump buttocks; with the slightest bend, her inward-curling labia would peek out. Of course, I would
n't let her wear underwear. Her entire waist and abdomen were also exposed, her large breasts supported by the bodysuit, with
two bare hemispheres—round, white, firm, and elastic—that would easily pop out. The
high heels added ten centimeters to her height and accentuated her long legs; her
pink heels and toes looked irresistibly alluring.

After she got dressed, I tossed her my makeup bag and told her to do heavy makeup—the kind of heavy makeup you'd see at a foot massage parlor: thick
foundation, bright red lips, black eyebrow pencil, and false eyelashes. After she finished, her entire appearance changed, and my penis
got hard again. I pulled it out and slapped it hard across my wife's face. It felt so good! My wife started sobbing again.

Around six o'clock, the doorbell rang, and our little man came home. My wife was nervous, wondering how our son would react
to seeing her like this. She smoothed her hair and touched up her
makeup with her fingers.

I told my wife to open the door. She stood there, took a deep breath, and slowly opened it.
Although I was somewhat prepared, my son's surprised expression still gave me a great sense of satisfaction.

He stared at her intently for a while, until he realized that the voluptuous woman with large breasts was his mother.
His mouth dropped open in astonishment.

"Mom, you?" The son kept staring at his wife.

She suppressed her excitement and feigned calmness, saying, "Come in, haven't you seen your mom before?" Then
she quickly turned away, unwilling to face her son directly, but her back was even more transparent—a bare back, a slender waist, and
a view of her vulva that seemed about to burst forth.

The son glanced at me mischievously, then said playfully, "Dad, did I come back at the wrong
time ?"

I smiled awkwardly, "A little, hehe, it's okay."

"You two are an old married couple, still doing this?" The son lightly tugged at his wife
's thin, transparent top with his fingernail. Kids these days are precocious when it comes to sex; they know this is called uniform fetish.

"Silly boy, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm just taking some artistic photos and trying on the clothes," my wife hurriedly tried to cover up.

"Alright, alright, Mom, let's play with uniforms! We're all adults," my son
said with a grin, pretending to be an adult, but his glasses couldn't help but dart towards my wife's chest and crotch. My

wife quickly crossed her arms and turned her face to the side.

"Dad, look, even your old hag like Mom knows how to be shy," my son said, quite openly.

"Yeah, your mom's never worn clothes like this before, she's not used to it," I pretended to smooth things over for my wife.

"Oh, Mom, what's wrong with that? Haven't you gone out on the street and seen how girls dress like this in broad daylight
? Even the girls in my class are wearing thongs! If you keep wearing those shabby clothes like before, my dad will be seduced by some street vixen
sooner or later. You'd better get dressed up a bit. This outfit is pretty good,
hehe," my son said mischievously, talking about women with great flair.

"I'll go cook for you," my wife finally couldn't hide her embarrassment and tried to escape.

I picked up the red wine on the table, swirled it, and then said to my son, "Son, don't go out and tell anyone you hear
anything ."

"Oh, Dad, don't worry, I know. Besides, I've heard Mom's moaning all the time before, it's so boring
, no novelty at all."

"Haha, you little rascal, tonight Dad will give you something different."

"What nonsense are you two talking about? Lele, why don't you go do your homework? You're asking for a beating!" My wife couldn't stand
it anymore.

"Look, look, Dad, Mom's old hag look is showing again, so annoying," my son picked up his schoolbag and
walked towards his room, glancing at my wife's big butt as he went.

My wife turned her head and saw her son's lecherous eyes, her face immediately turned red and she roared, "
What at? Go back to your room and do your homework!"

My son scoffed, "Tch, old hag."

I smiled with satisfaction, this was the effect I wanted.

Dinner was quickly prepared, and the three of us sat down around the low table. I deliberately
arranged sit opposite my wife. He immediately noticed something amiss, covering his eyes. "Mom,
Dad, Mom doesn't seem to be wearing underwear! I'm still a minor, so embarrassing!"

I tapped him on the head. "Eat your food. I went to so much trouble to get your mom this outfit. If you make
her take it off, I'll make you sleep outside tonight."

"Okay, Dad, you've worked so hard all these years. Let her see, I'll pretend I didn't see anything," my son said,
covering his and pretending to peek through his fingers—very mischievous.

My wife quickly squeezed her legs together, but her cleavage still spilled out; the characteristic of this outfit was that it offered
no real coverage.

The entire table reeked of cheap perfume, which I'd bought from a street vendor and deliberately sprayed on
my wife to emphasize the vulgar theme.

My son seemed to enjoy the scent.

The most ridiculous thing was my wife's enormous breasts. Every time she raised her rice bowl, they would touch her, and they would jiggle
slightly, a truly lavish sight. I had never enjoyed this kind of treatment before; I only ever saw
it when I went out to eat with friends and saw my friends' young girlfriends doing this. Back then, I would only steal a glance and then quickly
look away, afraid my friends would notice and I'd be embarrassed.

Now it's different; I can look openly.

I reached into my wife's bra with my chopsticks, pulled out her nipple, and then tugged at it hard.

"Ah, what are you doing, you pervert!" my wife yelled, quickly shoving her nipple back in, her face flushed red.

Seeing me teasing his mother, my son seized the opportunity and reached over, grabbing his mother's breast
and rubbing it back and forth with both hands. Then he slammed it onto the table with a thud, like chopping mud.
The table shook, and my son laughed so hard he almost fell over.

My wife slapped my son's hand and quickly pulled her breast back in.

"Dad, Mom looks really good tonight. Can I borrow her for the night to be my girlfriend?" my son suddenly asked.
This was exactly the effect I wanted—to get my son all smitten. He was half-
joking so was I.

"Sure, then you'll have to be good to her. Your mom's no pushover," I said slyly.

"Old man, don't regret it. No problem. Your son's a master of seduction. I
have plenty . As long as you agree, I'll make this lady have a blast tonight."

"Miss? You two are both crazy! You're both prostitutes! I'm not serving you anymore!" my wife said angrily,
storming

off the table. As soon as she left, my son mischievously stood up, blocking her path. My wife is 1.7 meters tall,
but my son is already 1.8 meters, completely blocking her way.

"Hey little girl, don't go! Your husband has already mortgaged you to me. Tonight you're mine. Come have
a drink with this old man!"

I laughed heartily.

My wife blushed. "Look at the son you've raised!"

The son, oblivious to all this, casually swept his arm around his wife's waist, pulled her into his arms,
and then in a princess carry, flipped her over, sitting her on the sofa, embracing her.

I took out a box of pills and tossed it to my son.

"Give this to your mother." I picked up my wine glass, poured myself a glass of red wine, then got up to turn off
the chandelier and turn on the pink wall lamp. The moment the lamp was on, the entire living room was filled with a sensual and romantic
atmosphere.

The son picked up the pill box and gasped.

On it was a picture of a burly, Western woman with glazed eyes, looking on with pleasure.

"Dad, that's too much! You drugged Mom?" My son looked at me with admiration.

"It's not a drug, it's an aphrodisiac," I said playfully, glancing at my son.

"Didn't you want a different Mom tonight? Without this, she'll still be the same old hag."

"Oh, I understand, Dad, you're amazing! Mom, take it!"

My wife wrapped her arms around my son's neck, like a lover. My wife snatched the medicine box, glanced at it, and saw it read
"Aphrodisiac Time," "Long-lasting and potent."

"Pan Fuwen, are you crazy? You want me to take this? I won't!
" she said, breaking free from her son's grasp to go to her room.

I gave my son a knowing look, and he smiled knowingly.

He quickly stood up and grabbed my wife's bra from behind, restraining her and preventing her from
leaving .

The son leaned down and hugged his wife's shoulders. Her shoulders were full and plump; he must have been enjoying it immensely.

Then he pulled her back onto the sofa. She was wearing very high heels, and
she stumbled, losing one shoe. He pushed her down onto the sofa, her legs struggling, and she lost her other shoe in the process
.

"Mom, can't you have a little romance? Dad works so hard to earn money, and this is his only hobby
? What's wrong with satisfying him?" Upon hearing this, I immediately gave him an approving look.

"You two are so inappropriate! Who feeds their mother this at home? This is what they use to drug prostitutes at nightclubs
!" My wife realized her mistake as soon as she said this.

"Oh…haha, Mom, I didn't know you were so knowledgeable. Do you go there often behind our backs?"

My wife's confidence clearly waned; she really was a regular. At this point, only I understood the real situation;
my son was still completely oblivious.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not eating it, whoever wants to eat it can eat it," my wife slumped on the sofa, her body still
firmly held down by our son.

"Son, feed your mother this. If she doesn't eat it, how are we going to rehearse our show tonight?" I
said to my son in a half-joking tone.

"Okay, okay, got it," my son began to use force.

I saw him pull out two pills, casually throw them into his own mouth, then take a sip of water, then grab
my wife's shoulders and force her down, pressing his mouth against hers. This mouth-to-mouth method of feeding medicine
was truly ingenious, just like my style.

Their mouths were tightly pressed together, without leaving a gap. My son held my wife's head and forcefully blew the pills down
his mother's throat. My wife resisted, but no matter how strong my son was, her resistance was futile.

As soon as my son let go, he laughed loudly. In his eyes, feeding his mother aphrodisiacs was extremely ridiculous. My wife gasped for breath
, coughed a couple of times, and tears welled up in her eyes.

I handed my son a glass of red wine, gesturing for him to give it to my wife. The wine would help the drug take effect faster.

My son obeyed, taking the glass and successfully pouring it down my wife's throat. She was
almost .

Holding the empty glass, my son forgot to put it down, intently watching my wife's face, curious about what kind
of woman she would become.

In the struggle, her pink pencil skirt had been pulled up in the chaos,
revealing , and one of her breasts was squeezed out – she looked quite disheveled. My wife, afraid of losing face, hurriedly tried to straighten her clothes, but
her movements were already sluggish; the drug had clearly taken effect.

I waved to my son, signaling him to go back to his room.

He shook his head unhappily. "Dad, you're so unfair! Let me see what Mom looks
like after taking the drug!"

I feigned anger. "Your dad hasn't even taken it yet, and you're already trying to get a taste? Trying to take advantage of your mom?"

"Son, listen to me, go back to your room, please!" My wife was still somewhat conscious.

The son didn't move, watching his wife with a gleeful grin, eager to see his mother
make a fool of herself. He had no idea of the anxiety his wife was feeling. Haha.

Okay, I'll watch from the sidelines, but a word of warning: this is inappropriate for children. Don't blame me if you get disgusted.

The son nodded rapidly. This brat, even more impatient than me.

I moved the bed-like sofa to the center of the room, then placed my wife on it, slowly
enjoying her seductive poses, with my son joining in.

He had already grabbed my phone and started snapping away at his mother. He wanted
to laugh at , while I wanted to use it to shatter her pride and break down her psychological defenses.

I directed my son, "Go get the camera, the phone's resolution is too low, it won't be clear."

My son leered, "Dad, you're really something. Mom's in for it tonight."

He brought the camera, circling it around my wife, afraid of missing any detail.

My wife was already dazed, swaying from side to side, making soft "mmm" sounds. Then, her
hand involuntarily began to caress herself. Her son laughed, finding it amusing.

I stood up and removed my wife's thin top and bra,
revealing to my son.

"Wow, Mom's breasts are really big!" my son exclaimed.

He put down the camera, feeling embarrassed.

"Dad, isn't it inappropriate for me to be here? Are you guys playing around?" Being young, he didn't dare look directly at his mother's
body.

"What are you afraid of? Dad's here to back you up. Look all you want, Dad won't mind. What's there to be
ashamed of? Look at your mom's body, find a wife like this in the future," I said firmly.

"Okay, with Dad saying that, I won't hold back," my son picked up the camera again.

I continued undressing my wife. She bent her legs, still tightly clamping them together in resistance. I forcefully
spread her legs and pulled down her pencil skirt. The clothes were too tight, and it took quite a bit of effort to remove them.

At this moment, my wife's entire fair and tender body was fully exposed to my son and me, with only a dark, glossy
layer faintly visible around her lower abdomen.

I admired her, and my son was also stunned; I guess most men would react this way the first time they see a naked woman
.

"Son, do you want it?"

"Want what, Dad?"

"Hmph, you little rascal, you let me down at the crucial moment. What do you want? A beautiful woman's body! A big, fair-skinned
woman like this is right in front of you, don't you want it?"

"I want it, Dad, I want it so much, but, Dad, this is Mom."

"It's okay, son. Mom was a beautiful young woman before she turned forty. Dad allows you to pursue her.
How about it, go for it."

My son swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on his wife's body. Such a body, firm,
rounded, without any sagging, soft and lovely, with an excellent feel, would make any man want it.

"Husband, come quick, I want it, I want it, I can't take it anymore, husband, fuck me, fuck me, I
want to be fucked!" My wife was completely lost in her fantasy. Although her eyes were open, I knew the protagonist was definitely
the adulterer, but the person she was facing was her own son.

My wife waved her arm, signaling her son to come closer. The son was extremely nervous, his hand holding the AV trembling uncontrollably
. I approached my son, took the AV, and whispered in his ear, "Son, it's
time to be a man. This is something only you and I know, nobody else knows. You can play around with your mother as you please."
" Play around a bit, then Dad's on. Dad's not good enough anymore, I can't last as long as you can, so you can satisfy Mom, you know
? Hurry up, don't keep Mom waiting."

"Honey, come quick, I'm about to climax, help me get it all out," my wife continued

, muttering. I pushed my son towards my wife.

My wife reached out and expertly
unbuckled my son's belt, revealing a huge, thick, hard penis. My wife grabbed it with both hands and began to suck on it with a lewd
expression , making smacking and swallowing sounds. My son looked pained;
it was his first time receiving oral sex, and he was extremely sensitive.

My son glanced back at me, and I thought he was scared, but he said, "Dad, can I
put stockings on Mom?"

"Haha, my son knows how to have fun, what made you think of putting stockings on your mom?"

"My Chinese teacher loves wearing stockings, they look so sexy, I like them," my son said shyly.

"Haha, no problem, Dad'll find you a pair."

I rummaged through the closet and found a pair of flesh-colored, open-crotch sexy stockings. We put them on my wife. Her glossy
thighs, the red toenails peeking through, and the shape of her heels all looked even smoother and rounder, giving her
a unique charm. My son's taste is indeed excellent.

By this time, my wife was already impatient. She grabbed my son's penis and started
sucking and licking it wildly. She held his penis in her hands and moved it up and down in her mouth like she was brushing her teeth. Her mouth was tightly closed, and she would lick the whole thing
from time to time . She would also sweep the tip of her tongue vigorously over the glans and the point where the semen was coming out. It was only then that I realized
that my wife's tongue was naturally rough, like a kitten's, with a layer of fine barbs. It must feel amazing
to rub . I've never tried it before. It seems I'm in for a treat.

Sure enough, the son's skill was lacking. After being tormented by his mother, he soon ejaculated a thick
stream of semen—a pent-up fluid that had been accumulating for who knows how long. It sprayed all over his wife's face. Although the son
had ejaculated, his wife obviously couldn't see it. Her eyes were open, but her gaze was glazed. She twisted her large hips,
continuing to tease her son's penis, but the son, being a virgin, hadn't yet developed his stamina
. Finally, he couldn't resist and collapsed onto his wife, panting heavily and groaning loudly.

"Dad, so good, so good!"

The wife wasn't finished. Her silk-clad legs wrapped around her son's waist, her beautiful feet taut, gently caressing his muscular thighs
. Her fingernails almost dug into the flesh of his back. The son wiped the semen from his wife's face,
making it all over his face, and there was a sticky substance in his eyes. But the son didn't care. He greedily sucked on his mother
's lips, enjoying this delicious treat thanks to his father.

The son held his wife's buttocks tightly, and sure enough, his penis and his wife's vagina were pressed together.
It was a natural progression his wife's vagina was already overflowing with lubricating fluid, and his penis
slid in without much effort. Like a jade rabbit pounding medicine, her vagina acting as a mortar and pestle, the young man, true to his nature, thrust deeply a few times, making his wife
grimace and occasionally utter soft moans. His wife's lower body, illuminated by stockings
and the pink lighting, was incredibly alluring. I stood behind my son, caressing his wife's tender feet,
placing one camera on his wife's vulva and the other on her face for close-ups. His wife's big toe
was curled downwards, a sign of impending orgasm.

At this moment, I called for my son to stop. He looked at me, puzzled. His second erection was almost complete;
why stop him now?

"Son, don't rush, we still have one more night to play. We can't let this slut be satisfied so quickly,
otherwise what will we play after she falls asleep?" My son looked at me with admiration, then
forcefully pulled back his already engorged penis, preparing for the next act.

Just then, the phone rang. I looked and saw it was the adulterer's wife—Sister Wen.

I had already taken off my clothes, my penis erect.

I answered the phone: "Hello, Sister Wen, what can I do?"

"Xiao Pan, what are you planning to do about this? I really have no clue what to do. Please help me, okay?" the voice
on the other end of the line pleaded.

"Sister Wen, do you think divorce is the best solution? Sure, you can get a large sum
of money after the divorce, but you don't know how to manage it. The business is all in your husband's hands. You'll just be sitting around doing nothing. Besides, at your age, do you
really plan to find another man to pamper you?"

"Yes, you're absolutely right. I just don't want a divorce, but I still can't swallow this anger," Sister Wen
said angrily.

"It's alright, don't you hate that slut? Want to see what happened to her now?" I
said mysteriously.

"Yes, I do. You didn't kill your wife, did you, Xiao Pan? Don't do anything foolish," Sister Wen said cautiously.

"Haha, how could I? If you want to see, come to my house now, you'll be very satisfied."

"Okay, I'll go right away. I want to see how you deal with your wife."

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door. I put on my pajamas and opened the door.

Sister Wen was wearing a white dress, revealing one shoulder, the dress above her knees. Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding,
a sign , a belly.

Sister Wen couldn't wait to come in. Her son was still struggling, having already started the third round. As soon as Sister Wen entered,
her son finished, a stream of pus spraying onto his wife's belly, so much.

Although Sister Wen was timid, she clearly had the mentality of an older woman, and didn't shy away from things like penises like
a young girl . Seeing the young man's large penis, she felt a little embarrassed, but quickly relaxed. "What
are you doing...?"

"Hmph, look who's under this young man!"

Sister Wen walked around to the front of my wife, took one look, and exclaimed, "Your wife?"

"Haha, that's right, this is what happens when you betray me, you get fucked."

"You really have a way with things, okay, fuck this slut to death, young man, fuck her to death for me, harder, I'll give
you money."

My son turned his head and asked me, confused, "Dad, who is this?"

"Dad? Xiao Pan, is this your son?" Sister Wen looked at me in surprise, a little incredulous.

"How about that, isn't that ruthless?"

I pulled Sister Wen to my son, then pointed at my wife and said to him, "Son, your mother did
something shameful, she seduced someone else's husband, don't you think you should seek justice for this woman?"

My son was clearly surprised. So all of this—his mother's exposure, his father's indulgence—had a reason behind it all
.

"Your mother betrayed me, I'm going to punish her. You're the instrument of that punishment. How's that? Enjoying it?" I
chuckled, watching my son.

I turned on the TV, and the explicit video immediately started playing again. My wife's moans were lewd, and a slut
was vigorously thrusting into her upturned buttocks.

"Husband, fuck me! Damn, my husband is so skinny, yet he has such a big cock! Quick, let me eat it!"
the video said.

"Damn, Mom's shameless! So that's what kind of person she is! A slut! I hate those who break up families
!

" "So what should we do?" I asked my son.

"Dad, I know what you mean. I'll get justice for you," my son said firmly. The
son turned around, but this time it was different. If there had been any hesitation before, this time it was truly a beast attacking
a delicate prey. He rolled his exhausted wife, who was sprawled on the sofa, over, grabbed
her beautiful feet, and began to bite and gnaw at them—the soles, toes, heels—licking and biting until she experienced multiple orgasms.
Her stockings tore, revealing one of her tender feet.

The pink, fleshy feet aroused the young man's lust. After taking a sip of milk, he resumed his assault. To find out
what happens next, please stay tuned for the next installment.

[To be continued]

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