My wife caused all this trouble; how did she become a prostitute?

page views:1 Publication date:2023-05-06 08:16:30

My Wife's Mistake
(Layout: tim118
, Word Count: 9658)
It was a gloomy summer day. I got off work early and was watching TV at home. The food I had prepared was on the table, waiting for my wife to come home so we could eat together. But she didn't come home, and I started to get anxious. She had never been this late before. I checked my watch; it was already 8 o'clock.
Our neighborhood was newly built,
and there weren't many residents. Because it was so remote, the security situation wasn't very good. I wondered if something had happened. I quickly put on my clothes and went downstairs to meet my wife. As I walked, I kept thinking, "Please, please, nothing bad has happened." Just then, I suddenly heard a woman crying and a man shouting coming from the still-unfinished building number 18 ahead of me. Who was that? Curious, I walked towards the building. The closer I got, the louder the crying became. It sounded really strange in the middle of the night. I went to the window and looked inside. There was no light inside. I vaguely saw about five people inside. One of them, a woman, was kneeling naked with her back and buttocks facing me. A man was having sex with her. The man was saying something, while the woman was just crying without saying a word. There were three other men nearby.
I thought, "Oh no, I've run into a rapist! What am I going to do?" I'm naturally timid. I thought it was better to avoid trouble. I quickly slipped away. As I walked, I kept thinking, "Whose woman is this now?" When I got home,
I covered myself with the blanket, just hoping my wife would come back quickly and that nothing bad would happen to her. Around 1 a.m., the door opened. I got up and went to the door. The scene before me stunned me. My wife was covered in dust, her hair was disheveled, her clothes were torn to shreds, and she was only wearing her underwear, which was stuck in her buttocks like a twisted rope. My head spun, and I almost fell over. My wife limped over to help me. I saw that her eyes were bloodshot. Her face was covered in streaks from crying. We went inside without saying a word, just sitting there quietly for what seemed like forever. I finally asked her what had happened. She wouldn't answer, just walked towards the bathroom. In the bathroom, she took off her clothes. That's when I saw her body was covered in bruises. Her lips were torn, her breasts were covered in teeth and claw marks, and her thighs too. Her pubic hair was gone. I went over and touched her wounds. I already sensed what had happened. She picked up the showerhead and vigorously washed her lower body. I quickly helped her sit on the toilet and gently spread her legs. Her labia were swollen, and semen was leaking from her vagina. I kept comforting and reassuring her. Then she told me what had happened that night…
She said it was my birthday. After work, she went to the store and bought a lot of things to celebrate. It was already dark when she got back
because my home is far from the store. She took the bus home. On the bus, she encountered these four men. At first, she didn't pay attention. But later, my wife found out. These men were pointing and whispering. One of them even touched my thigh, and I kept trying to avoid them. After we got off the bus at our stop, I noticed they followed me off. I quickened my pace, but they caught up with me just as I reached the newly built building not far from my house. One of them held a knife to my neck,
and before I could react, several men picked me up and ran towards the unfinished building. I was terrified. I only started struggling when they started groping me. Then, an older man, probably their leader, walked up to me. The room was dark, and in the moonlight, I could only make out that he had a full beard. He didn't say anything and started hitting and kicking me until I was begging for mercy on the ground. He yelled at me, "You know what to do, right?!"
I knew what they were going to do. I was terrified of him. My resistance was pointless; it would only cause me more harm and pain. Slowly, I took off my clothes. At that moment, the bearded man
pointed to his groin. I understood his intention. I unzipped his pants, took out his penis with my right hand,
and was about to put it down when he said, "That's unhygienic. Lick it clean, or else..." The other men laughed, their eyes fixed on my lower body. I had no choice but to put it in my mouth. I sucked on his penis; it was
huge filling my mouth completely. Each time, it reached my throat. His genitals smelled foul, like they hadn't been washed in months. I held back my tears. I continued like this until he became aroused. He ordered me to lie down and started fucking me
. He didn't have any technique, just thrusting hard. His penis was very thick, filling my vagina completely.
When he thrust in, the head of his penis would press against my cervix, and when he pulled out, his large penis would pull out my labia minora, which would open and close with each thrust. I didn't feel anything at the time. I just wanted him to finish quickly. Not long after, I felt he was about to ejaculate. I thought, "Finally!" But just as he was about to ejaculate, he pulled out his penis. He ordered me to open my mouth and swallow his semen, saying it would whet my appetite. I had no choice but to obey. When this bearded man walked away, the others swarmed around me, completely disregarding my feelings. They pinched, pried, pulled
, and bit me. Later, they started making fistfights to decide who would go first. I was tortured by him in this incessant way. One of them, who was
only about 1.6 meters tall, was the last to come up. He initially wanted to have sex with me, but when he saw that my lower body was covered in semen,
he yelled at me to wash it clean. I looked at him pleadingly and said, "Where's the water?" Sometime later, he pulled out a glass beer bottle from behind him and told me to hold my thighs with both hands and elevate my buttocks. I had no choice but to do as he said, lying on the ground with my vagina facing the ceiling. He then inserted the freshly made beer bottle into my vagina
. At first, I only felt a cool sensation, but later I couldn't take it anymore. Only when he was satisfied did he make me squat down and pour the beer back into the bottle. Then he picked up a bottle and poured it on me, saying it was to disinfect me. The other men watched. He first made me stick my buttocks out, then tried to insert it into my anus. But because my anus was too tight, he failed several times. Finally, he inserted it into my vagina. While fucking me, he said, "How about that? How is it compared to your husband?" I ignored him at first, but later, when he saw that I was ignoring him, he pinched my breasts hard. I had no choice but to praise him and let him hear the moans of a woman in arousal. Only then was he satisfied, until they were exhausted. By then, I couldn't move, but these men weren't done yet. The bearded man somehow brought out a camera and said with a smile, "Let's keep this as a souvenir." He then started taking nude photos of me. I grabbed my clothes to cover myself, but they tore them up. So every part of my body was photographed. And that wasn't all. They said I had too much pubic hair, which would affect the photos, and they wanted to shave it, but they couldn't find a razor, so they held my hands and feet down. They forced me down in a spread-eagle position and used a lighter to shave all my pubic hair. They took my money, ID card, and work permit. They even said they'd contact me later, otherwise… Hearing this, I realized what I'd just witnessed was my wife being raped.
I felt so useless, I hated myself, but what could I do? I quietly helped my wife wash her body. Before I knew it, the sun had risen in the east. After much deliberation, I decided not to report it. This was better for both of us;
at least we wouldn't be gossiped about. Let it remain a dream! But my biggest worry was my wife's nude photos. Would they distribute them or blackmail us? This anxious period didn't last long. One day, my wife and I were watching TV when the phone rang. My wife answered it. From her expression when she finished, I knew they had come to our door. I went to my wife's side and gently stroked her hair. At that moment, my wife suddenly threw herself into my arms. She said those bad guys wanted me to retrieve the photos
and made me wash myself clean. Wear sexy lingerie to meet them. After hearing this, I already knew what they wanted to do to my wife. I smiled wryly and comforted her, saying, "Try to think positively. As long as tomorrow is over, a new life will begin. Once I get the photos, I won't be afraid of him anymore, and he won't threaten me." With my persuasion and comfort...
My wife seemed a little calmer. She continued, saying they wanted me to go to the xxxx Hotel tomorrow night. I thought, "That's the biggest hotel in our city. These thugs are pretty rich, huh?" That night, we didn't say anything more, just lay quietly in bed. I knew neither of us slept; we were just lying there, lost in thought. When the first rays of sunlight streamed into our room in the morning, I woke my wife. Her first words were, "Let's move to another city. That way, he won't be able to find us. Or we can sue them." "Don't I want to?" I said
. "Our home is here. Our parents are here. Aren't you going to come back? Suing them is just sueting them—they're all thugs and desperados!"
Hearing this, my wife started crying again. Around noon, she wiped away her tears and walked with some difficulty to the bathroom. Looking at her, I felt an indescribable sadness. Soon, I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. I went in and helped her wash herself. I looked at her firm breasts, her thick pubic hair, and her long, shapely legs. I cried. This is the tragedy of an impotent man. While washing, my wife suddenly said, "I want...I want...you to...put it in my ass." "Why?" I asked, surprised. "Because I guess they'll definitely...this time, so I want you to do it for the first time, like on our wedding night." I didn't say anything. My wife knelt down, pulled down my pants, and took my penis into her mouth. This was the first time in all these years of marriage that she'd been so energetic. I was not only burning with lust, but I also vented all the resentment she felt from being fucked. My wife just silently endured it. She knew I had resentment in my heart,
but when I tried to insert it into her ass, I encountered a problem. It was too tight, and I couldn't get it in. My wife went to the kitchen and got some salad oil, which
she put on my penis. For some reason, today my penis was particularly thick and particularly long. I was puzzled myself
. Then my wife raised her buttocks, supported herself with one hand on the ground, and took my penis with the other hand, trying to insert it into her ass. With a "whoosh," it went in. Wow, this was a whole new world. It felt amazing. My penis was thrusting in and out of her anus relentlessly. I can't describe the pleasure I was experiencing; it was so incredibly pleasurable, my whole body felt like it was floating, I was in ecstasy. "Please hurry," my wife said. "I need an orgasm, faster, faster, give me the ultimate high." Knowing this, I used all my strength. With my utmost effort, her anus tightly gripped my penis. With each thrust, my penis moved rapidly in and out of her anus. She seemed to have reached a state of ecstasy. "Ah...ah ...ah ...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah!
... As I thrust rapidly, I reached my climax, a stream of murky, foul-smelling semen shooting directly into her anus. Her anus quickly filled with semen. I pulled my penis out. She turned her head and took my still-erect penis into her mouth. She sucked again. As the storm subsided, we both regained our senses. The things we didn't want to think about returned to our minds. While kneading my wife's breasts, I asked her, "Can you serve those thugs the way you serve me?" "Yes," she said firmly. "I can do as they say because it's the only way to get the nude photos back… Do I have any other choice?" Even if they made me dance naked, I would do it. Time flies. Before I knew it, it was almost their appointed time. My wife went to the vanity. She applied lipstick and powder, then changed into a sexy black lingerie set. After putting on stockings and everything was ready, my wife asked me, "Do you have anything else to say? Otherwise, I have to leave." Looking at my wife, I suddenly remembered something. I said to her, "Wait a minute." I quickly pulled out the Sony camcorder I bought last year from the closet . It's a high-performance camera with voice control. I've only used it once. I took my wife's purse and cut a hole in it with scissors. This way, the pinhole camera will be exposed. "What's this for? " my wife asked, puzzled. "This way, we'll have evidence later... and... oh, I see... okay, I'll take it now. Wait for me at home." With that, I pushed open the door and slowly disappeared into the darkness. Watching her figure, I just wanted to be gentle with her. I wanted the nightmare to end soon. That night, I was constantly in a state of half-awake, half-asleep. One moment I dreamt that my wife was being sexually abused, the next I dreamt that they were forcing her into prostitution. I drifted in and out of consciousness until dawn. Around 9 o'clock, my door opened, and my wife walked in with her purse. I could tell she hadn't slept all night. I rushed over and asked her how it was. "I've got all the photos back," she said. I breathed a sigh of relief. But they won't give me the baseboard. What did my wife say? I was stunned. How could they be so untrustworthy? They said they'd give me the baseboard, but we'd have to pay 100,000 yuan to redeem it. Good heavens, I don't have that much money! My wife then threw herself onto the bed and started crying again, muttering intermittently, "Or...or else...they'll make me work as a prostitute to pay back the money." I was dumbfounded. I sat down on the sofa, speechless. "No, we have to sue them," I said. Hearing this, my wife got off the bed and immediately knelt down, hugging my legs, shouting, "We can't afford to mess with them! They...they all have guns!" Hearing this, I deflated again. This is clearly the mafia. My wife, my wife, why are you so beautiful? Your figure is like a model's, your face like Chen Hong's. I used to be proud of that. Now I look like what the old folks call "a beautiful woman is a source of trouble." Good heavens, why are they playing such a joke on me? "Wife, we can't afford to mess with them. Can't we at least run away? Let's run ! They said if we run, they'll kill our whole family! I can't drag them down with me!" What could I say after hearing that? It's fate. It's all fate. I slowly calmed myself down. Suddenly, I remembered the camera. I took it out of my bag and turned on the LCD screen. I wanted to watch. My wife came up to me, embarrassed, and said, " You can't blame me, right? Maybe you shouldn't watch it." She tried to grab the camera. I said, "No, since things have come to this, what else can I do..." The scene begins with my wife leaving home and arriving at the bus stop. A burly man wearing sunglasses walks towards her. After greeting her, he leads her to a BMW. They sit in the back, and there's another man in the front, the driver. After driving for a while, I see the man reach for my wife's breasts and start kneading them through her clothes. His other hand reaches towards her lower body. After a while, he pulled out his penis. With his other hand, he grabbed my wife's head and pressed it down. I saw my wife's mouth was already touching his penis. I only saw my wife's eyes tightly closed, taking his penis into her mouth and moving it up and down like that. After a while, I saw the man's hand pressing my wife's head faster and faster. His body trembled and he stopped. After a while, he grabbed my wife's head. Only then did I see that my wife's mouth was full of semen. She tried to spit it out. The man said something to her, and then my wife tilted her head back, swallowing all the semen. The man then laughed loudly, occasionally touching my wife's face. It was clear that he was very satisfied with my wife's service. The car continued to move forward, but for some reason, the car did not go to the hotel. Instead, it drove towards the suburbs and stopped at a villa. The man led my wife out of the car. My wife was clearly surprised. When we entered the house, wow! It was really grand. There were two people sitting inside. One looked to be around 30 years old, with a full beard. I immediately remembered what my wife had told me about the man who led the rape of her. The other man was probably around 60 or 70 years old, with a full head of white hair. He looked to be in relatively The bearded man introduced my wife to the older man. The older man seemed quite satisfied with my wife. After a while, the older man said something to the bearded man and got up to leave. The bearded man then led my wife to the basement. In the basement, the bearded man told my wife to take off her clothes. My wife put her bag on the table by the basement door. From this angle, everything inside the room was visible. When I saw the wall...

I was startled by what I saw on the floor. The room was filled with sadomasochistic toys. When my wife undressed,
the bearded man put a dog leash around her neck and ordered her to lie down. My wife's body trembled; she was clearly scared, perhaps a little cold. Just then, the old man appeared. He was naked and thin, but he had a huge penis, completely incongruous with his appearance. He took the leash from my wife's neck, grabbed a leather whip from the wall, and forced her to crawl forward like a dog. My wife hesitated slightly, and the whip struck her delicate back, raising a welt. My wife crawled forward quickly while
the bearded man stood to the side. They continued whipping her as she crawled. After a while, he led my wife to a maternity bed. He tied her legs together in a spread-eagle position and then forced her to masturbate. My
wife had no choice but to obey. The two men brought over stools, served drinks, and sat opposite my wife, watching her masturbate. After a while, my wife's face flushed red, clearly aroused, as her vagina began to secrete fluid. Every now and then, the old man would insert the end of a whip into her vagina, further arousing her moans. Just then, the old man stood up and asked my wife if she wanted more. "Yes...yes...I want...
please come quickly..." My wife was clearly out of her mind. Then, the old man clapped his hands and
walked in from outside, followed by a German Shepherd. The dog went straight to my wife
, and when she saw it, all her excitement vanished. She said, "No...please...
no...I'll serve you well. Please take the dog away." "How can that be?" the old man said. "You'll perform for me with it today. Otherwise..." Just then, the dog began licking the fluid secreted from my wife's vagina. Then they lowered the bed. Only then did I see clearly. It turned out the maternity bed could be raised and lowered. The man holding the dog used his hand to insert the dog's penis into my wife's vagina. Strangely enough, the dog started moving on its own. It didn't take long for the dog to ejaculate. Seeing my wife's labia covered in semen, they laughed loudly. The bearded man even grabbed a handful and put it to my wife's mouth, forcing her to eat it. My wife shook her head and refused. The man holding the dog pressed my wife's head down and forced her to swallow it. While they were laughing and talking, the old man urinated into my wife's mouth and ordered her to drink it all and not spit it out. Then the bearded man also urinated into my wife's vagina and ordered her to spread her labia to expose her vagina so he could urinate inside. Seeing this, I was furious. They treated my wife so cruelly. At this moment, my wife lowered her head and said to me, "This is just the beginning; the cruelty is yet to come." I continued watching. Two men put my wife off the bed, like they were leading a dog. They led my wife to the pool, picked up a hose, and sprayed water onto her lower body, saying, "I'll clean you up." My wife couldn't stand the water pressure and kept trying to avoid it, but the water kept pouring onto her delicate body, flowing down her entire body. That wasn't enough. They ordered my wife to lie on her back, legs spread wide, exposing her labia. Then they used the hose to pour water into her. My wife didn't want to spread her legs anymore, but the two older men each forced one of her legs apart, and the
older one then shoved the hose into her vagina. Soon, my wife's stomach swelled up
. She desperately begged them to stop, but they only responded with more violent actions. Seeing my wife's cries growing fainter,
they finally stopped. My wife lay on her back, spread-eagled, as water slowly flowed from her vagina. At this point, my wife seemed to have fainted. The old man, who had been lying quietly,
knelt down beside my wife. He stroked her swollen belly and genitals, then pressed hard on her stomach with both hands. With each press, water spurted from her vagina; the
harder he pressed, the farther the water sprayed, like playing with a water gun. The old man with the beard chuckled. As her belly shrank, my wife slowly woke up. Seeing that she was awake, the old man waved his hand, calling over two men who helped her onto a specially made wooden horse. This horse resembled a real horse, with a hole in the saddle. The limbs were replaced with wheels. They inserted a cucumber—the kind with thorns and flowers—into the hole. Then they lifted my wife up. "Ouch!" A scream rang out as the cucumber was deeply inserted into my wife's vagina. Then, the old man secured my wife's body with a rope and led the horse, pulling on the reins. With each turn of the wheel, I saw the cucumber being deeply penetrated,
followed by another scream. Every few steps, the cucumber was stained with blood. After several turns, the old man stopped. The two men unharnessed my wife and placed her on the birthing bed where she had been lying. They spread her legs; her vagina and labia were covered in blood. Then, the old man produced a box of ice from somewhere. He used his left hand to separate my wife's labia, and with his right hand, he grabbed some ice and began inserting it into her vagina. My wife was stunned by his actions, desperately twisting her legs to try and stop him from going in. But how could a weak woman escape? Amidst my wife's pitiful screams, the ice was continuously inserted until the old man... They kept putting the last piece of ice in their hands until they reached inside. Then they closed my wife's legs and
wrapped her hands and legs with yellow tape. Only then did they release my wife. My wife's vagina
was throbbing with pain and coldness. How she wanted to take the ice out of her vagina! But she was powerless until she collapsed to the ground, unable to get up. The old man looked at his watch and whispered something to the bearded man,
then lewd laughter came from inside the room. I guessed they must have been talking about my wife's endurance. Then the bearded man went to my wife and saw that she had no strength to move. Her body was just trembling. The bearded man said to my wife, "Our boss is very satisfied. We'll stop here for the first half. You can rest for a while. Are you very cold?" The bearded man asked my wife. My wife nodded slightly. He took out a knife from his pocket and cut the tape binding my wife. When my wife involuntarily spread her legs... Ice water mixed with blood flowed from my wife's vagina. At that moment, the bearded man inserted the cigarette he was smoking into my wife's vagina. A plume of smoke rose inside her. My wife lay quietly on the ground, tears streaming down her face. The bearded man then said to his younger henchman, "Help him warm up his body and genitals. What will I do?" The younger henchman replied, "Do I need to tell you?! Any man would understand!" Then the man stripped naked and approached my wife. He pulled out his cigarette and threw it aside.
He knelt on the ground, his penis already pressed against my wife's vaginal opening, her long legs draped over his shoulders. Then my wife said to him, "Brother, please be gentle, okay?" The man didn't answer, but just kept rubbing his penis against my wife's labia. Then he thrust forward. My wife cried out. I knew he had penetrated her. The man rapidly moved his hips back and forth. He thrust deep into my wife's uterus again and again, each time eliciting a scream from her. I rubbed my eyes, unable to watch any longer. Hearing her cries tormented my heart. I instinctively turned to look at her, only to find she was asleep. I stroked her battered thighs, then suddenly remembered something. I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. The scene before me stunned me. My wife's labia majora were covered in light purple patches, as if she'd been electrocuted. There were fresh bruises on her labia minora, clearly broken. How could this have happened? Then, the camera emitted the sound only a man makes when ejaculating. I quickly raised the camera to continue watching. The man, having ejaculated, was now on top of my wife. His hands were still kneading her firm breasts. As he stood up and withdrew his penis, thick semen slowly flowed from her vagina. "Miss, are you still cold?" the bearded man asked my wife.
Then he said something to the old man, repeatedly pointing to his wristwatch. I also glanced at the time on the camera. It was 3 o'clock. The old man nodded. The bearded man then told his young henchman to lead my wife to the bedroom on the second floor. My wife was naked when he dragged her upstairs. She didn't forget to take her bag with her. When they got to the second floor, the man pushed my wife onto the long bed and left. It took a while before my wife got up. She looked at the camera in her purse and said, "Husband, I... want... to... go... home..."
The sound of footsteps going upstairs interrupted her. Then my wife put her bag on the windowsill by the flowerpots and quickly climbed onto the bed.
The door opened, and the old man walked in. He grinned and said to my wife, "Serve me well, and I'll let you go back. Otherwise..." As he spoke, he picked up his large penis and rubbed it against my wife's face, occasionally tapping her lips with it. It was clear my wife understood. She reached out and took the old man's penis. He was sucking hard into her mouth. I knew what my wife meant. She wanted him to finish quickly so they could go home. But the old man wasn't in a hurry. He lay on the bed and slowly enjoyed himself. After a while, he made my wife climb on top of him. He aimed his big penis at my wife's vagina, grabbed her buttocks with both hands, and pressed down hard. With a "squeak," his big penis was completely enveloped by my wife's vagina. My wife's expression wasn't good. You could tell she was still in pain. The pain in her vagina hadn't lessened much. But my wife was still gritting her teeth and moving up and down. Sweat kept flowing down my wife's body. The old man wasn't idle either. His hands would touch my wife's breasts one moment, and her anus the next. His mouth kept sucking on my wife's nipples. He would try to kiss my wife's lips from time to time. But my wife always avoided his kiss. Suddenly, the old man got annoyed and slapped my wife off the bed. I guess it was because he wasn't allowed to kiss her
that I saw the old man grabbing my wife's long hair, yelling, "Who do you think you are?! You dare mess with me!" His slaps rained down on my wife's face, drawing blood from her mouth. Not satisfied, he
pulled out a stun gun from under the bed, forced my wife onto the bed, and started shoving it at her vulva. Only then did I remember the injury on my wife's vulva. On the screen, I only saw my wife repeatedly apologizing and letting out screams. When the old man got tired and saw my wife was giving in, he threw the stun gun aside, took a packet of pills from the bedside table, put one in his own mouth, and gave the other to my wife. Afraid of further beatings, my wife quickly swallowed the pill. Then she obediently lay on the bed in a starfish position, waiting for the old man to have sex with her. But the old man wasn't in a hurry; he sat on the sofa and began sucking with a full-bodied mouth. He kept checking on my wife's reaction as she lay on the bed. After a while, my wife's legs, which had been spread apart, suddenly closed tightly, and she kept writhing her body. Her breasts had grown larger, and her nipples were erect. She kept touching her genitals and
moaning. That's when I realized he had given my wife an aphrodisiac. As the effects gradually took hold,
my wife couldn't take it anymore. She climbed off the bed and knelt in front of the old man, begging him to have sex with her. The old man reached into my wife's vagina and touched it. It was full of vaginal fluid. My wife had reached a state of ecstasy. She would do anything as long as a man had sex with her. When the old man saw that it was about time, he told my wife to kneel on the bed. This time, he didn't penetrate her vagina. Instead, he held his penis and inserted it into my wife's anus. Before the old man could move, my wife started moving vigorously on her own, moaning, "
Faster... harder... fuck me harder... ah... ah... ah... who are you?" the old man asked as he fucked her.
I...I am...I am a whore...I am a prostitute...I am your sex slave...I am...I really can't bear to hear any more. Watching my wife degrade herself like this, I don't even know how I feel. It's all the aphrodisiac's fault. I turned off the camera. I could guess eight or nine parts of what was going to happen without even watching. Looking at my wife, I had a strange thought. I wanted to rape her. I don't know if I'm starting to become a pervert... I took off my pants and vented on her. My wife was still sleeping quietly. Maybe I can borrow money. But how can I pay them back? It seems the only way is for my wife to become a prostitute. That way she can avoid being killed...
It's just a pity for my beautiful wife. A few days later, the phone rang again. After my wife finished the call, she told me that they said...tomorrow...they'll take me...to entertain clients...I was speechless. What else could I say?!
The next morning, the sound of car horns woke me up. Watching her retreating figure as she left, I whispered to my wife, "Don't forget to bring condoms for those damn men." My wife just took a deep breath, nodded with a wry smile…

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/47257.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=47257&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : Rape of the chrysanthemum cave

Next Page : Exposed slutty wife