Wife prostitute? Prostitute wife

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There

's an old saying: "It's better to marry a prostitute than to marry a prostitute."

I've achieved both, and failed at both: I married a prostitute, and she continued to be a prostitute after marriage… I don't regret it because I like her, because I love her, my Yun!

(I)

My wife Yun wasn't a virgin before we got married! I knew this before we married. At 28 years old, she has six years of sexual experience and three years of marriage.

I met her six years ago; back then, the beautiful and youthful Yun was already my buddy Qing's girlfriend.

Qing was older than all of us, and at first, he always bragged to us about how comfortable sex with Yun was! We'd seen Yun's breasts, her buttocks, her vagina...

Actually, we'd all seen Yun's breasts and buttocks. Yun usually dressed quite revealingly, and Qing always forbade her to wear underwear and a bra. Moreover, after drinking, no matter how many people were around, he'd pull Yun aside and grope and kiss her. Sometimes he'd even lift her shirt and rub her full breasts in front of us, his other hand pulling up her skirt, revealing her round, snow-white buttocks, like two hemispheres, making us drool.

At first, 22-year-old Yun was very shy, always trying her best to stop Qing's almost barbaric actions with her hands. But gradually, under Qing's lewd influence, and because she truly loved him, and also because she got used to it, she stopped caring. We were happy to feast our eyes.

After Yun became my wife, I asked her how she felt back then. She said shyly, "The first time so many of you saw my private parts, I cried from shame. The second time, besides being shy, I also felt a strange feeling. I was afraid of being seen, but I also wanted to show more."

Later, for some reason, Qing started to hate Yun. Maybe he got tired of her. I often heard Qing shouting, "Get out! You shameless bitch! Go sell yourself!" and I saw Yun running away quickly with tears in her eyes.

This was also the sentence Yun loved to hear the most and was most excited about whenever we made love or slept with other people after we got married.

Several times I saw my buddies coming out of Yun's house with lewd expressions on their faces, and I knew that Yun had just been raped by them! But for some reason, I never participated in their rape of Yun.

After our marriage, Yun told me that it was the repeated rapes by her buddies that led her down that path. It was also how I later met Yun again, now a prostitute, and married her years later.

When Yun was 23, Qing killed two of the gang's brothers in a street fight, and was subsequently killed by them, causing our gang to fall apart. At the time, I heard that Yun had become the mistress of another gang leader, but her good fortune didn't last. Six months later, during a major crackdown, Yun's backer was imprisoned, and Yun began selling herself, gradually gaining notoriety—for her promiscuity and shamelessness! It was only after that that I heard news of her again. I

met her again two years later. At 25, she had become even more alluring from the many men's semen she had been with, especially her full, round buttocks, which seemed ready to burst out of her tight pants at any moment, making you want to pounce on her and kiss her hard. But you might not believe it, but at this time, Yun, who was promiscuous, often had a blush on her face, coupled with a shy glance, which made people's hearts tremble. It was precisely because of this that I married her.

(II)

Speaking of our meeting two years later, it makes my heart skip a beat.

At that time, I had ended my life as a street thug and had a stable life. I had lost contact with my old brothers, except for Liang and Ping. They were my buddies who had been hanging out with Qing in the past.

Liang was two years older than me, and Ping was one year younger than me, but they were all equally lustful. What was most precious was that they, like me, were obsessed with women's buttocks. Those tight, round, and plump buttocks, covered by all kinds of pants, some transparent, some revealing, or both, and the two figure-eight shaped marks of the underwear that were faintly visible, aroused our endless fantasies. Especially in the summer, a small pair of dark low-rise underwear under light-colored pants would make the three of us drool and secretly follow each other for several blocks.

My wife, Yun, used to dress like this all the time, leaving us speechless:

"Be careful you don't go blind!"

Yun smiled lewdly, deliberately swaying her plump buttocks. Under her milky-white trousers, her purple low-waisted panties were tightly outlined, and the V-shape of her buttocks was squeezed into her cleft by her full buttocks, making half of her round buttocks seem to be directly exposed to the bright sunlight.

——— Dizziness!!

Yun turned around, and her full vulva was exposed, revealing two plump lips that seemed to be moving as if to open their mouths to tell something. I swallowed hard and said to myself:

One day, I will bury my face deep in this woman's full buttocks, carefully savoring every breath of her mysterious area from back to front and from front to back. It would be worth it if I lived two years less.

"Sister Yun, let us taste what your backside is like too—!"

Liang teased Yun with a grin, and Ping chimed in.

"Okay! I'll call you after I go to the bathroom tomorrow morning, you can't not come!"

Yun walked over and sat on Liang's lap, affectionately rubbing her butt against Liang's lower body. Liang squinted his eyes happily, while I swallowed hard and panted.

"I want some too!" Ping couldn't resist.

"Come on, go ask your older brother. If he says so, I'll let you sleep with me all night, I guarantee you'll be thrilled, haha!"

Yun turned and left amidst the teasing, leaving behind a dizzying fragrance and the three brothers who were dumbfounded. After we got married, I asked Yun what she was thinking at the time. She only said lightly:

"Seeing you drooling made me feel a little bad. Anyway, I wasn't a virgin, so it didn't matter who did it. Besides, different men would bring me different pleasures, otherwise I wouldn't have sold myself."

I was filled with passion! But at that time, I had just entered the industry, and my experience was less than Liang's and Ping's. I didn't dare to joke with the boss's woman at the time. Later, my infatuation with Yun evolved into worship, from worship of a part of her body to worship of her entire being, every smile and gesture. After Yun fell out of favor, Liang and Ping both had sex with her several times, and afterwards exclaimed:

"Damn! Bitch, an absolute born bitch, she knows how to please men so well, she makes you feel like you're in heaven. Brothers, you must fuck Yun sometime, otherwise you've wasted your life!"

That's Yun!

I've seen her snow-white body, her maddening buttocks, and her alluring vagina many times, with all sorts of penises of different lengths, thicknesses, and shapes inserted into it, and the white fluid constantly flowing out. But I never had the courage to grab her hair and move wildly like the other brothers, shouting:

"Bitch! Yun, you filthy bitch…!"

I didn't dare to do that because

—I worshipped her!

(III)

One day at dawn, He Ping and I came to see me excitedly, so excited that they were incoherent. They eagerly told me that in the most famous brothel in our city, they had found a prostitute with the most alluring buttocks. She had fair skin, a voluptuous figure, and was incredibly seductive. She was excellent in both sex and other areas and had become one of the city's most famous prostitutes. What was most remarkable was that she had a strange habit:

not just anyone with money could have sex with her. She chose her clients based on their affinity. Whether they were high-ranking officials or commoners, if she didn't like them, if there was no affinity, she wouldn't serve them no matter how much money or effort they offered. Clients who were compatible, even if they were poor or of low status, would still take off their pants and let them have sex with them, and they would also give them oral sex and breast sex.

Legend has it that a deputy mayor of the city, accompanied by his entourage, came all the way here for fun, specifically requesting to have sex with her. However, due to her overly lewd demeanor, he could only touch her breasts and masturbate before leaving with regret and dissatisfaction. Meanwhile, a station attendant he met by chance on the street got along so well that he didn't have to spend a penny. She paid for him to have sex with her at a hotel for a whole day and night. It is said that the attendant even switched shifts to rest at home afterward...

This prostitute is Yun!

Liang Heping learned about it by chance from someone else and immediately went to find Yun. Yun was very happy to see them. After all, times had changed, and people were no longer the same. Back then, she was the respected "Sister Yun," whom everyone could only secretly drool over. Now, she had fallen into the life of a prostitute ridden by thousands. Everyone couldn't help but talk about the once invincible Qing, who was now just a handful of dust, with not even anyone to offer him a funeral offering. Everyone couldn't help but feel sad...

When Yun learned that the three of us still kept in touch, she kept asking about me. When she learned that none of us had girlfriends, she immediately said:

if we didn't mind her body, she would treat the three of us for free forever, and she would be available anytime, in any way we wanted, and she would never go back on her word!

Liang Heping was so moved that tears streamed down his face. That night, we all went out and drank ourselves into a stupor. Afterwards, Yun kept her promise and took them to a hotel, where they played a game of lovemaking. I won't go into the details, but to quote Liang Heping: "I was up and down all night, almost going into shock, while Yun was also suffering from lower body swelling and pain, a sore mouth, and a numb face, and slept for a whole day…; when we parted, she repeatedly told me that the three of us should come together next time."

After hearing this, I was furious. I kicked each of them, yelling that they were untrustworthy, heartless, scoundrels, and cowards! (Actually, I later became a complete coward, and quite happily at it) – "You didn't call me for this?!" They both grinned and explained for a long time, coming up with every possible excuse, but it was actually very simple – I was working overtime that day.

Unable to contain my excitement, I immediately took action!

Without a word, I grabbed them, hailed a taxi, and rushed to the place, my heart pounding wildly as I ran upstairs, eager to see my dream girl, Yun, with her alluring butt…!

But Mom told me that Yun had been kept by two Hong Kong businessmen for a week and had already boarded a train to another city…!

In that instant, I slammed my fist against the door beside me, turned and left under my mother's astonished gaze. My hand was swollen the next day. Liang Heping still couldn't understand why a former boss's mistress, now a whore, would fascinate me so much. We were used to all sorts of women and countless prostitutes moaning beneath us, so what was so special about this woman?

Ten days later, Liang Heping came to me excitedly again:

"Sister Yun is back!"

"Don't misunderstand, we didn't go to see her alone. We only found out after we went to see Mommy for you!"

The two hurriedly explained. I didn't have time to argue with them and immediately set off! —To my surprise, they both made excuses about having important business to attend to and couldn't go, but they still tried their best to persuade me to go alone:

"Anyway, we've already slept with her, you can go by yourself, but be careful not to let her drain you dry."

"By the way, her pussy is looser than before, but her technique is much better than before!"

The two of them pushed me out the door in a coordinated manner. While pondering their words, I waved for a taxi. Yes, after Yun fell out of favor, almost all of us brothers had slept with her, but I dared not because of my admiration.

My first impression of Yun was: she was too beautiful! Yun was much fuller than before, with fair skin, her breasts were faintly visible under the thin gauze cloak, and a short leather skirt could not cover her plump, alabaster thighs. Sitting on the sofa, her white panties were faintly visible between her half-open thighs. Most remarkably, when Yun looked up and saw me, she froze for a full half minute. Then, a blush appeared on her fair face, and her eyes were filled with tender affection. My bones almost melted...

(IV)

Yun shared a place with another prostitute, Yan. When we walked in, Yan was shirtless, wearing only a thong, and applying makeup. When she saw us come in, she simply said, "It's rare to see you bring a customer home. I'll leave in a moment!"

Although I had been with many prostitutes, this was the first time I had ever seen their place.

Finally, we were the only two left in the small house. Yun sat sideways in the warm shadow of the lamplight, half of her face bathed in light, and a blush rose to her cheeks. Her eyes, filled with infinite charm, glanced at me quickly before turning her head back to look at the corner of the wall. I didn't understand how a prostitute could have such alluring charm.

My eyes lingered on Yun's snow-white skin, her breasts faintly visible, and the beautiful curves of her buttocks and legs pressed against the bed. My mouth went dry. A bottle of red wine opened our conversation:

Yun, after falling out of favor, had been abused by Qing in almost every way, but she still loved him. When she discovered her body exposed to Qing's brothers in the sunlight, being visually violated by everyone, Qing's penis could remain erect for a long time, and the unprecedented excitement of having her private parts displayed in public was even more captivating.

Finally, one day, when Qing angrily shouted in public, calling Yun a shameless slut and telling his brothers to fuck her, she noticed that Qing's penis swelled to an unprecedented size, and in that instant, her lower body became wet, her breasts swelled rapidly, her breathing became rapid, her cheeks burned, and Yun's body actually experienced an orgasm.

The brothers present, including Qing, assumed her reaction stemmed from grievance and shame. At that moment, Yun

realized that what she possessed deep within her was both the most precious and the most terrifying quality a woman could have—

seduction ! It could be said that the subsequent taking turns with Qing's permission to sleep with my future wife, Yun, was also a result of Yun's

inherent seduction. Watching his woman being fucked by everyone, becoming a complete whore, Qing's sexual pleasure surged like a tidal wave. Often, right after Yun had been fucked by the other brothers, her pubic hair would be soaked and tangled with her own vaginal fluids and sweat, and a milky white residue of semen would remain in her slightly open vulva. Qing would immediately grab Yun's flowing long hair, forcing her to kneel before him, and shove his penis into her mouth while viciously cursing:

"...Bitch!...Yun...you...this...shameless...bitch! You're a...bitch...dog!" He

would then ejaculate violently into Yun's mouth, causing her vagina to spasm, reaching another orgasm!

Later, Yun's path to prostitution, and her continued prostitution in a different way after marrying me, were all related to this period of her life; and how similar my psychology was to Qing's? The stimulation and pleasure I felt while masturbating, seeing my own woman, my wife's vagina flowing with another man's semen, my wife's mouth containing another man's freshly ejaculated semen, was 100 times stronger than having sex with myself!!

(V)

Finally, slightly drunk, we embraced each other. Yun squeezed her soft, full breasts tightly, burying my face deeply in them. Her slightly dark nipples stood erect, feeling hard in my mouth, with the slightly hard areolas around them, throbbing. When my mouth slid down her slightly protruding belly, across her smooth, alabaster thighs, and finally stopped at the buttocks I had been longing for, my heart almost jumped out of my chest!

I was intoxicated when my breath hit her fair skin! Like a child who has wandered far from home finally finding their way back, or someone who has struggled in the desert for a long time suddenly seeing a clear spring, I kissed every inch of her buttocks with deep affection. Standing by the bed with her back to me, completely naked, her buttocks looked so firm, round, and perky. I finally couldn't resist and roughly parted her full buttocks, disregarding taboos, and found the already overflowing fleshy crevice, sticking out my tongue...!

Anyone who's ever been with a prostitute knows that, for the right price, a prostitute will lick you anywhere and let you ejaculate anywhere on her body. But nobody would give oral sex to a whore, yet I did. The moment my tongue touched her vulva—rubbed by countless men's genitals, wet with countless amounts of semen, and rubbed by many hands—Yun's body trembled slightly, she let out a heavy groan, immediately turned around, pushed my head away, and said with infinite shyness and determination:

"...Um...no...it's so dirty..."

"I don't mind the dirt, I still want to marry you..."

"No...I'm a whore, my body is too dirty!"

"I don't care, your body is the cleanest and most sacred in my eyes!"

"I'll cuckold you."

"I like cuckolding...the more the better..."

"...You like...being a cuckold...?"

"Yes...I...dream about it."

"After we get married...I want...to continue...selling myself."

"I...like you...doing this!...I want...all...my...friends...classmates...and...colleagues to fuck you."

"Okay, I'll do it for free...ah!—ah..."

Under my rapid tongue assault, Yun's lower body was already overflowing with fluids. The immense pleasure made her tremble all over. Although countless people had fucked her, no one had ever given her oral sex as a prostitute. This was the tragedy of a prostitute.

I licked that fleshy crevice that others considered dirty. The sour, slightly musky smell only fueled my desire. Her pubic hair was thick and swollen, her labia darkened from excessive indulgence. I spread them wide with my hand, revealing a clitoris that was larger than other women's due to long-term engorgement and overstimulation. As she pulled me up and pulled me onto the bed, I saw tears glistening in her eyes:

"...Ah...Oh...No one has ever licked me...Oh...You don't mind that...My...I'm the dirtiest and smelliest...Oh..."

I said nothing, but thrust my penis into her warm, moist vagina. Yun's vagina, having been with so many men, felt slightly loose, but this disappointment was immediately replaced by the intense pleasure from the deep contractions within. This was Yun's specialty, a skill that had left countless clients with unforgettable memories.

"You're not dirty!"

"Oh...oh...no...I'm dirty! I'm a whore..."

"How many men have you been with...?"

"Countless...oh...harder...!"

After I exhausted myself and ejaculated all my semen into Yun's vagina, mouth, and face, the room fell into a deathly silence. We were both too tired to speak!

(VI)

After dawn, we cleaned ourselves up and sat in bed together, beginning the conversation that would determine our fate. After a night of intense fighting, a blush remained on Yun's face, making her even more charming. When I asked her to marry me again, Yun put on a serious face and said to me,

"Have you thought about it? Even if you can accept my past, what will your friends and colleagues think of you? Will they accept me?"

"It doesn't matter. Modern people's views are very open. Besides, none of my friends and colleagues look down on prostitutes, and none of them can live without prostitutes. You work to earn a living, just like any other job. You use a part of your body to earn money to support yourself. What's there to be ashamed of? How can you be inferior? It's just that this part is a little special. But compared to those corrupt officials and social parasites, you prostitutes are upright industrial workers, you are great!"

Hearing my grand speech, Yun stared at me with wide eyes in surprise. I could see the light of hope burning in her eyes, but then that light dimmed.

"You have a point, but think about it, many of your friends and colleagues have slept with me, like Liang Heping, who has slept with me more than once. Some of your colleagues are also my regular customers. How are you going to meet them in the future?"

Mentioning these topics made my little brother involuntarily stand up again. It seems Qing and I have the same taste; otherwise, why would I insist on marrying his woman?

"I don't care! Actually, once you take these things lightly, it doesn't matter. It's like you're a butcher in a mall, and they keep buying meat from you. You provide them with services, so why would you feel embarrassed? The difference is that you're selling your own meat, and the location is a brothel—!"

"Get lost—you're so annoying!" Yun laughed and slapped me, her hand touching my erect penis. She looked at me in surprise and then immediately laughed mischievously again:

"Okay—I know! Another pervert—haha! You want your wife to be fucked by others while you watch and masturbate, feeling incredibly happy! Isn't that right? Haha!" Being hit where it hurt,

I actually felt a little embarrassed.

"It's nothing, don't blush! Actually, it's not just you and Qing who are like this, all men are equally perverted! Humph! Many clients of mine keep shouting when they're with me: 'Ugh...ugh...wife, so good...wife...you're a slut...ugh...haha!!'"

Watching her vivid imitation, I couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"Well, aren't you just as perverted? When Qing said those things, weren't you wet down there too? --Haha!"

My hand unceremoniously reached into her already soaking wet pussy...and we rolled around together again.

As my penis shrank inside Yun's vagina once again, Yun suddenly hugged me tightly, tears welling in her eyes, and choked out,

"You know what? You're the first and only man to give me oral sex. My genitals have been fucked by so many men, don't you find it disgusting at all?"

I kissed her gently:

"No, I'm proud of you. You've made so many men happy with your body. My wife has such a charming ass and such proud breasts. What other man's wife can possess so many alluring features and assets at the same time?"

"Pah! You're so good at talking! What job will I do after we get married? You know I'm used to making money lying down. I don't know anything else!"

she asked me sadly, but I could also read endless desire in her eyes.

"She's just a whore, all she does is sell her body!"

I quickly deciphered her thoughts in my mind and said it harshly, but at the same time, my heart contracted strangely, filled with pleasure, and my penis swelled up uncontrollably again.

"Isn't this great? Keep selling yourself, I like it."

My breathing had already started to quicken.

"Is that okay? You're willing?"

Yun looked at me with a skeptical look, but her eyes were filled with excitement.

"I'm willing! Didn't I say? Wouldn't it be a crime against society for me to have a woman like you all to myself?!"

"You're so good! Husband!" Yun lay on top of me and kissed me passionately.

But my penis could no longer get hard!

(VII)

"Are you sick?!"

Liang and Ping, after hearing my explanation, widened their eyes in unison and looked at me with exaggerated expressions. When they saw that I was speaking and acting freely and my expression was firm, they finally understood my decision—to marry Yun!

"You need to think it through. With your conditions, you can marry any kind of woman. Why do you have to marry a whore who's been fucked by thousands?"

Ping was very confused.

"She's a slut, but in my eyes she's first and foremost a woman. Besides, she's brought so much joy and pleasure to countless men—including you guys—with her body. Isn't that shameful?"

I turned to Liang and asked. Liang said thoughtfully, "You're right, but think about how people's spittle can drown us. Besides, how are we going to face this future sister-in-law we've slept with so many times?"

"What's wrong with you guys? Isn't she the Yun sister who's got you all infatuated? If I marry her, we'll be family, right?"

Ping and Liang looked at each other. Ping said helplessly, "That's right. Since you've made up your mind, let's make it clear."

I laughed.

"But we brothers will never be able to play with women with such beautiful asses again!"

Ping said to Liang with endless reminiscence.

"Exactly—!"

Liang replied with regret.

"The agreement between Yun sister and us ends here—sigh!"

My heart warmed. What great brothers!

"Don't worry, our agreement still stands! I'll talk to Yun. You two can come whenever you want to have sex with her, take her out, or have sex with her at my place!"

"Ah—? No way!!"

Their mouths were agape. The thought of Liang and Heping straddling my wife, shoving their dark cocks into her lower body, made my little brother swell up again. It's strange, though. Liang and Heping have had their share of sex with Yun, and sometimes when I went to see Yun, I'd seen her hugging and kissing other men, but I'd never felt this intense.

"Don't worry, brothers are always brothers!"

Heping and Liang shouted happily when they saw I wasn't joking, "Great!"

Then Heping grabbed Liang and ran off.

I hurriedly asked, "Where are you going? I'm going too!"

Ping turned and said as she went out the door, "You don't need to go. We're going to have some fun with Yun. You'll have plenty of time later..."

After we decided to get married, there were still many things to do. First, we needed to build our love nest. Yun used all the money she had from selling herself, and I searched through every apartment building in the city. Finally, we settled down in a quiet corner.

This period lasted three months. During these three months, Yun continued to work at the brothel, saying that she wanted to give an explanation to all the customers who supported her, as well as the madam and her close girlfriends. I completely understood this. After all, marriage is a major life event, and people are different after marriage, both in their emotions and their attitude towards life.

This period was the busiest for Yun and me. Yun saw twice as many customers as usual every day.

Many of her long-time employers, hearing she was getting married, started coming more often than usual, forcing Yun to extend her working hours. They all kept asking about me, to which Yun would always laugh and say, "No comment, but my husband promised I can continue to entertain you after we get married."

The clients were all astonished, their mouths agape. During that period, Yun's genitals were always red and swollen from excessive intercourse, so I had to apply a hot towel to her every night, and then masturbate while listening to her recount how she had been raped by clients during the day. It was so tiring!

Yun said apologetically, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, darling. I'll let you have your fill after I've dealt with these clients!"

"Hmph! You still care about me?"

I said, pretending to be angry, while gently rubbing Yun's vulva with a hot towel.

"You're the only one in my heart. Don't be angry, darling, I know you're feeling pent up. I'll call two of my girlfriends over so you can have some fun."

Looking at Yun's teasing eyes, I was a little tempted: "Then you're willing?"

"You're so tolerant of me, how could I not be?"

Yun said sincerely. For some reason, I immediately thought of Yan, who used to live with Yun, and my lower body immediately reacted. Yun seemed to see through my thoughts, laughing and throwing herself into my arms teasingly:

"Hey, do you like Yan? Her butt isn't any smaller than mine, her breasts are bigger than mine, and, you know, she has an extra hole to play with!"

"An extra hole?"

"Haha! You can have anal sex with her—you idiot!"

Yun rubbed my swollen penis with her fingers in an ambiguous way, her eyes staring at me sideways, full of temptation.

"And let me tell you, you can have sex with her without a condom, but there's one condition: you're not allowed to give her oral sex, or I won't forgive you!"

"Don't worry, I'll definitely do it!"

I couldn't suppress my joy, and I accidentally tightened my grip, causing Yun to cry out in pain.

That night, Yun slept on the sofa in my temporary dormitory. Yan didn't have any of Yun's shyness. After entering the room, she simply said "Hi" to me, which was enough for greeting, and then, without a care, she undressed in front of us and went into the bathroom naked...

My body reached orgasm again and again under Yan's friction. Yan's soft and full breasts intoxicated me, and her tight anus gave me a pleasure that I couldn't experience with Yun's vagina. The only regret was that I had to wear a condom when having anal sex with Yan. Yan told me that this was Yun's instruction.

Yun was really tired. No matter how much Yan and I did all night, Yun remained fast asleep.

(8)

Yun received guests until ten days before our wedding, and under Ping Heliang's guidance, I also decorated the new house: the entire apartment was decorated in a simple and elegant style, extremely comfortable, especially our master bedroom, where the light blue color, like the ocean, made one forget all desires.

The style of the other bedroom was completely different: the bright red tone was full of ambiguous desires, and the soft curves, like a woman's, outlined a certain hint. A large mirror was embedded on the side of the door, making every move in the room seem breathtaking. In the center of the room, a unique round bed became the main feature, making people think.

The large nude photos of Yun hanging on the wall, along with the row of red lanterns hanging high above, pushed the lewd atmosphere in the room to its extreme. Among those large nude photos were three close-ups of Yun's slightly darkened genitals, which appeared even more alluring because her pubic hair had been shaved. Yun told me that in order to take this set of photos, she was thoroughly played with by the photographer and two assistants for two days to make the photos so tempting and arousing!

When I insisted on hanging these photos on the wall, Yun blushed, glared at me, pinched me, and scolded me in a coquettish voice:

"You scoundrel, you john..."

Next to the round bed was a small, elegant bedside table. The drawer was neatly filled with imported condoms of various colors and scents—spiky, spiral, suction cup, you name it. The lower cabinet contained a large amount of toilet paper, and on the top shelf, there were several vibrating penises, from the largest black ones to slender double-headed ones—all "tools" that Yun had originally acquired. You might have guessed it:

this bedroom was my wife's future studio—Yun would be entertaining clients here!

This was my bold design, and it also fully expressed my feelings for Yun. When Ping and Liang helped me hang the large portraits on the wall, I noticed that they both had erections in their pants. Seeing the two brothers so busy with my affairs, even looking disheveled, I felt a surge of warmth and offered to let Yun help them relax in the newly renovated room. However, they firmly rejected my offer:

"Sister Yun is getting married in a few days. She should rest properly these few days."

"That's right, Yun has been working non-stop for the past few days and is already exhausted. Besides, we've slept with her quite a bit recently. Let's skip it these few days." The two said with serious faces.

Those two guys were really something, but they didn't hold back at all when talking about Yun to my face, using terms like "prostitute," "fuck her," "sex," "whore," and so on. Although I'd rather my wife continue selling herself, hearing people use those words to describe her to my face still made me uncomfortable.

But then I thought, since I've already done it, why should I be afraid of what others say? What other words could describe her?

That's what people call vanity. Besides, those words do give me a lot of stimulation. Every time I hear someone associate my wife with "whore," "sex," and "fuck," my penis involuntarily gets erect.

The wedding day was spectacular.

Apart from a few who knew about Yun's background, my ordinary friends knew nothing about her. Yun's group of sisters were even more supportive. So many voluptuous, alluring, and charming ladies left the men speechless. When they came to their senses, their adrenaline surged, and they all used their best skills to woo her. For a time, the wedding was filled with singing, dancing, laughter, and excitement, making Yun, who had long lacked genuine care, blush with excitement.

Of course, there was a slight discordant note at the wedding: as I introduced my friends and colleagues to my wife, Zhu Yong and Li Jiang, who were sitting diagonally opposite me from my workplace, were immediately taken aback when they saw Yun. Yun also froze. Ping, who had been following behind us, saw this and immediately came over to smooth things over, pulling Yun and me aside. Yun whispered to us,

"Oh no, these two are my regular customers. They booked me just two weeks ago."

"Did they go together?"

"Yes, it was a threesome."

Yun's face turned as red as a cloth, and her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"What do we do?!"

Pingyi turned his head and grabbed a wine bottle from the table. "Don't worry, I'll go and deal with them!"

This kid's old recklessness was back. I quickly stopped him, and at the same time, a thrilling idea popped into my head. I comforted Yun and then pulled her along, swaggering towards Zhu Yong and Li Jiang.

"This is my colleague and good friend, Zhu Yong."

"This is my wife, Yun. You've met before, you should be quite familiar with her." I smiled and calmly introduced them, but in my mind, I pictured them having a threesome with my wife. I secretly glanced at their reactions. Because they weren't prepared, Zhu Yong and Li Jiang were clearly flustered and embarrassed, but when they shook hands with Yun, they got erections. And my penis, under the powerful psychological stimulation, quickly became engorged and swollen:

Yes, every inch of my wife's skin and that alluring buttocks were familiar to them...!

The wedding night festivities didn't turn out as chaotic as I'd feared. Of course, some guests still took the opportunity to harass Yun. Various familiar games with suggestive undertones were played out one after another. Yun, with her experience, handled these games with ease. At the height of the commotion, someone insisted that I hug the bride and perform a show after the lights were turned off. Just as I was making an excuse, someone casually switched off the lights, and the dark bridal chamber erupted in a noisy commotion. Someone pulled Yun away from me, and then I heard Yun shout loudly:

"Okay, please... oh... oh... don't... don't move... oh... no! -- no... don't take it off... whose hand?!... no...!"

With a "snap," someone turned on the light. Under the light, Yun, her face flushed, was pressed down on the sofa, wearing only her underwear. One strap of her bra had come undone, revealing a snow-white, full breast to everyone's eyes. Her small white panties, which were already too small to cover her round buttocks, had now been pulled down to her hips by someone. The crotch, barely visible in front, revealed a patch of black pubic hair—she had shaved it. But a clear wet patch in the middle showed that Yun's nakedness in front of everyone had aroused her lust.

"Ugh—!"

Yun blushed and stood up coquettishly, disappearing into the bedroom amidst everyone's jeers (of course, the master bedroom; I had locked the guest bedroom two days before the wedding, I didn't want any mishaps at the wedding). That night, they made a ruckus until midnight…

Yun later told me that countless hands touched her breasts and buttocks through her clothes, she didn't even bother to dodge, but when she was pinned down on the sofa and stripped naked, several hands pulled aside her panties and reached into her vagina, she recognized the panting voices of two of them very well: it was Zhu Yong and Li Jiang! Yun's first thought was to take off her panties and wait a while in the dark, but in an instant, her thoughts were taken back to Qing's era—:

"You shameless bitch!!"

Qing's shouts echoed in her ears again, the extreme humiliation bringing her equally extreme pleasure—her wife's lower body was wet! But reason compelled her to stand up and lock herself in the bedroom, using a massager to soothe her genitals, which had been idle for ten days. Ten days without intercourse was unprecedented in Yun's modern history!

(IX)

During our honeymoon, we were endlessly entwined, completely immersed in our romantic world. We made love every day, and each time I would bury my face in my wife's round, full buttocks, breathing in the unique, hormone-filled scent of a woman's lower body, teasing her extremely sensitive clitoris and anus with my tongue.

Yun's detailed descriptions of her past experiences with clients became our best foreplay. As my wife vividly described, my penis would often swell painfully, while Yun's lower body would overflow with desire. Then, as she talked, I would work on her, using whatever position the client used, ejaculating wherever the client ejaculated. During that period, we were lost in each other's bodies.

Yun told me that her record was dealing with six clients at the same time.

"Oh my god—!"

I exclaimed inwardly. He was a wealthy young client who frequently patronized Yun's brothels. He was always impeccably polite and well-mannered, and Yun couldn't help but develop feelings for him. Soon, she allowed him to make an exception and ejaculate inside her vagina. All prostitutes share one characteristic: they

always use condoms with unfamiliar clients. After a while, once they become regulars, they can go without condoms, but under no circumstances will they allow clients to ejaculate directly inside their vaginas, even if it's in their mouths or anuses.

If he doesn't come for half a month in a row, Yun will still miss him silently. Hearing this, I felt a pang of jealousy, a sour feeling. Although I liked my wife being a prostitute, it was merely sharing her body with other men, while spiritual fidelity was essential for every loving couple.

"Then will you marry him?" I asked sourly.

Yun glanced at me sideways and said softly, "Back then, I had no news of you. I was all alone and helpless. If he had asked, I would have married him."

Later, he came back after a long time, looking preoccupied and worried. Under Yun's concern, he revealed the truth:

he was involved in smuggling refined oil. During a nationwide crackdown, a shipment of goods was detained by customs. To get things sorted out as quickly as possible, he used every trick in the book. Customs finally relented and agreed to make an exception, but made a perverse request: one of his company's female employees had to perform a live show for their anti-smuggling team. This put him in a difficult position. His company only had three people, and the only woman was his distant cousin, over 50 years old. Obviously, she couldn't satisfy their lust. Finally, he thought of Yun…

"Would you go?"

"Of course I didn't want to go, but his pitiful look touched me, and..." Yun blushed slightly, "I've never dealt with so many people at once before, it was quite challenging!" Yun said softly, her eyes becoming hazy.

They waited for him and Yun in a luxurious hotel suite. When Yun, dressed in a white dress, with flowing long hair and a slender figure, appeared before them, the five customs officers stared wide-eyed… Yun refused to recount the details, which I deeply regretted. However, from her tone and expression, I could tell it was a humiliating experience, but it also brought her unprecedented orgasms and pleasure.

One can imagine six strong, muscular men brutally ravaging a delicate, sexy prostitute; not every woman could endure that.

“And what about him later?” I asked, concerned about his story with my wife.

“Him? I only just realized he wasn’t a man at all!” Yun said fiercely, her face filled with resentment and disdain.

"That day, he was obsequious to those men from the very beginning. Later, when we started making love, to please them, he even used his mouth to clean the penises they had just pulled out of my vagina. And their captain even ejaculated in his mouth! His image in my mind was instantly ruined! I was extremely sad, and an impulse to degrade myself drove me to give oral sex to each of the team members before leaving, until my mouth and face were numb and I lost all feeling. I didn't even look at him once!" I breathed

a sigh of relief. My wife can be fucked by others, but she must never fall in love with someone else!

"And then?"

"The next day, he came to give me money. I didn't say a word to him. After taking the money, I turned around and left, ignoring his calls after me. Later, he came several more times, specifically asking me to accompany him. I never looked at him properly again!"

I was finally relieved!

Our honeymoon was peaceful and wonderful. Yun never even mentioned continuing to solicit clients. We both thought we could live like this forever. But who knew that just one month later, Yun gave me his first cuckold's horns, and from then on, there was no turning back.

Due to having sex two to three times a day for several days, coupled with the fatigue from work, my physical strength was beginning to show signs of exhaustion. For the past few days, I had been unable to achieve a full erection despite Yun's constant teasing. Even when

Yun kept telling me about her experiences selling herself, or how she described in detail how she was repeatedly humiliated

and , and how she was mercilessly forced to perform oral sex on a customer in front of everyone, it was all to no avail for me, who was overindulging in sex.

Yun, on the other hand, was already burning with desire after hearing her repeated descriptions. In addition, she had been living under excessive sexual stimulation every day for many years—going to bed and having sex had become an indispensable element of her body. Often, Yun's genitals would unconsciously leak vaginal fluid, and she would have to wipe it frequently with tissues, even when we were in a crowded shopping mall during the day. But this wiping would also stimulate her extremely sensitive labia, which had become extremely sensitive due to excessive sexual activity, and soon she would be wet again.

For the past month, I've discovered that one man simply cannot satisfy my wife's insatiable desires, especially since I myself am not a man with a particularly strong sex drive. My wife, on the other hand, is sexually hungry all the time, ready to have sex at any moment with just a little teasing. As a result, a month of proper honeymoon life has become unbearable for my lustful wife, and this is where our conflict arises.

It was a weekend afternoon, and the afternoon sun shone through the glass of the master bedroom, making me drowsy. When we weren't making love, we generally avoided that alluring side bedroom—which we called our "love nest."

My wife's legs were wrapped around me, her alluring, snow-white breasts standing tall and proud, like snow-capped mountains before me. The bright red nipples were engorged and erect. I knew my wife couldn't bear it any longer. Two nights ago, I discovered Yun, driven to the brink of ecstasy by desire, secretly masturbating, while I still couldn't achieve a full erection…

Unable to satisfy her lust, Yun became extremely irritable. I don't know what I said that ignited her anger, but Yun erupted like a lioness. Her naked body, bathed in the afternoon's white sunlight, transformed into a dazzling assemblage of organs, filled with lust and sin, yet also appearing so sacred. That was our first argument after our marriage. My wife yelled that I wasn't a man, only fit to be a turtle…!

I was furious, and a sentence blurted out: "You shameless, filthy bitch! You only deserve to be fucked by men!

You slut!!"

*Slap—!* At the same time, a resounding slap landed on Yun's face, followed by a suffocating silence. Yun, covering her burning cheek, stood naked by the bed, staring at me in shock for a full minute. These were words we repeated countless times during sex, but in this situation, they felt like terrifying knives, deeply wounding each other.

When Yun woke up, she didn't cry. Her eyes flashed with a chilling light I had never seen before. She didn't say a word, quickly dressed, and then silently left the house, leaving me breathless with anger.

That night, my wife didn't come home, and I didn't sleep a wink.

The next afternoon, there was still no word from Yun. I stubbornly refused to call her cell phone, but I knew that besides Yan's place, Ping and Liang might take her in. However, I heard that Yan was currently living with a man, and that small house couldn't accommodate three people. Given my relationship with Ping and Liang, they wouldn't keep it from me that Yun was with them. Another possibility was the brothel where she used to work, but I couldn't go there to find my wife! My resentment was beginning to be replaced by worry and guilt, and in desperation, I went to find Ping and Liang.

After hearing my story, the two guys burst into laughter, looking smug.

"How about it? Want us to go find your sister-in-law for you?"

"If you knew you couldn't do it, you should have said so earlier. We're always ready to help... haha!"

Damn it! I cursed the two gloating guys inwardly. "Come on! Let's go drink...!" I decided to put aside my troubles and have some fun first. After a few bottles of alcohol, we were all starting to feel dizzy. That night, after drinking, we staggered to a karaoke bar. When six heavily made-up girls surrounded us, I stammered, "Miss...Miss!...Haha, not...not bad..."

I pulled one of them onto my lap, saying, "You...no...no...good—just like...my wife...working...hard...and...getting fucked...!" "

They...!" I pointed at Liangping, "They...have all...been...fucked...you...! You...fucking...talk...ah...ha...! You...fucking...dumb...out...? Haha...!?!"

That night, we partied until 1 a.m. before going home. As the night wind blew against me, and the silent streetlights magically stretched and compressed my swaying shadow, I regained some clarity.

Where did my wife go? Could it be...? Recently, a nationwide crackdown on prostitution and illegal publications has begun, with strict checks everywhere. Could it be that she…? My heart started to race, a sense of foreboding creeping in! I quickened my pace towards home.

Reaching the top of the stairs brought a pleasant surprise: my wife's rose-colored boots, which she always wore after our marriage, lay haphazardly on the floor, indicating she was home. But then I saw several pairs of men's shoes piled up haphazardly nearby. Had a thief broken in? But my wife was clearly already home! Filled with doubt, I quickly opened the door, only to find the living room brightly lit but empty. Then, from the closed door of our "love nest," came moans.

"Ah…ah…Kun-ge!! Harder…ah!…Ah…no…no!"

It was clearly my wife's voice! I quickly went to the door of our "love nest" and pushed it open…

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