He solicited clients for his wife 3-4

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(III)
The next morning, my wife got up early to get ready. She caught my eye; she was wearing the matching couple's shirt and miniskirt that Director Ma had given her before. Her full, slender figure was incredibly sexy, her cleavage subtly visible, making me unable to control myself. I longed to strip her naked again and have my way with her.

She really was perfect as a prostitute.

"Ah Ling, up so early, are you in a hurry to find a man to fuck you?" I said with a smile, staring at her ample breasts.

"Pah! Stop talking nonsense, get up now, I need you to be my protector." My wife swayed her hips as she walked to my bedside.

"What? You're not joking, are you? You're cheating on me, and you want me to help you find customers?" I was both happy and had to pretend to be someone else, so I deliberately put on a stern face and said, "Ah Ling, do you really think I'm an idiot? I was just joking last night, I didn't expect you to take it seriously. Did you owe a man your life in your past life?"

"You're not willing to help me with this? Fine, I'm backing out too. I never wanted to be some kind of shameless whore in the first place." My wife was stunned, unable to tell if I was serious or not. She plopped down on the bed, her chest heaving, her expression a mixture of disappointment and anger. Clearly, she felt I had teased her.

"No... I didn't mean that. Ah Ling, I..." I suddenly didn't know what to say, but I had already sat up on the bed.

“Lazybones, since you don’t want to give up, get up and eat, then go to the station and help me solicit customers, understand? Everything has to start early, a good start makes business easier.” My wife immediately understood my intentions, giving me a way out, and said gently.

“Oh… okay.” I was a little excited, a little frustrated, my feelings were hard to describe. On one hand, I had been hoping my wife would go into prostitution for a long time; on the other hand, the thought of her actually falling into another man’s arms and being pleasured by him today inevitably made me jealous, and my expression was a little strange.

“What do you want to eat?” My wife was a little nervous today, and asked in a trembling voice.

“Oh, anything is fine, pork chop rice.” I smiled and patted her shoulder, and the atmosphere relaxed.

Then my wife and I chatted and laughed.

I ate something casually, but my eyes were always on my wife.

My wife, so alluring today, was absolutely captivating. Her lips, my favorite plump red lips, and her full breasts, seemingly about to burst from her round-necked blouse, were breathtaking.

But what truly captivated her was her miniskirt. Her two fair, delicate legs were completely exposed, and beneath the thin skirt, only a narrow gold-threaded thong... A customer could easily lift her skirt and strip off her panties, invading her irresistible forbidden zone...

"Ah Ling is really going to work as a prostitute, to have sex with another man," I thought to myself, my penis hardening, eager to get ahead of the other men and have my way with her. She truly could drive any man wild.

My sexy and charming wife made me indulge in fantasies, even imagining her naked in another man's arms. My

wife seemed to sense my thoughts, her face flushing as she buried her head in her thick soy milk, which I felt tasted like semen.

We finished breakfast with unease, and then I drove my wife to the park on my motorcycle.

She sat very close to me, casually holding me. I smelled a fragrant, intoxicating scent. I felt a surge of desire, wanting to get out of the car, wrap my arms around her waist, and pull her into my embrace. I really couldn't bear to let another man have her.

In my turbulent thoughts, my wife suddenly seemed to sense something and asked, "Honey, you haven't changed your mind, have you?"

"Oh, no...no..." My wife's face was pressed against my back, and I sensed her voice sounded a little unnatural. I unconsciously slowed down.

People kept passing us, and several acquaintances greeted us, making us tense. We didn't dare speak too openly, afraid of being overheard.

Several men, wanting a better look at my wife's alluring charm, deliberately followed us closely. They sped up when we sped, slowed down when we slowed, and could hear everything my wife and I said.

The wind occasionally lifted my wife's miniskirt, giving them opportunities to peek under her tempting skirt.

“You can still regret it now! Once it’s too late, it’ll be too late. Tell me, are you really sure you’ve made up your mind?” My wife’s large eyes were fixed on me in the rearview mirror, glancing back every now and then, her face flushed as she adjusted her posture.

Clearly, she had noticed the men behind her staring at her lower body with suggestive eyes. Perhaps realizing she was about to become a despised prostitute, her expression and movements were uneasy, and under the men’s blatant gaze, she had lost some of her former pride and aloofness.

However, her question left me speechless, unsure how to answer. The envious glances from passersby made me even more guilty. They certainly couldn’t imagine that I, the husband others considered to have endless good fortune, was now personally sending my beautiful wife down the path of prostitution. From now on, anyone with money could have their way with my wife; I would become a complete cuckold, a living cuckold. The thought made my face burn.

However, my wife quickly recovered, laughing and saying, "I was just testing you, darling, don't mind! You know you've already made up your mind, haven't you? Even ten oxen couldn't pull you back, right?"

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

My wife's understanding words had blocked my way out. I knew I had no choice but to make her sell herself. And she was clearly fully prepared to sell herself.

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

It was a very old park, quite famous in our area because of its long history. I had been there a few times; it felt very tranquil, but it wasn't a bustling commercial area, so it wasn't usually on people's minds. If my wife hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten about it. I got off the motorcycle

and walked with my wife towards the park gate. The men who had been following my wife and me could only take one last look at my beautiful wife before leaving dejectedly.

I imagine their groins must have been bulging all morning, and they must have been fantasizing about my wife countless times. But I couldn't care less; I needed to hurry into the garden to scout out the layout for my wife's prostitution.

Before me stood an antique building, exactly like the main gate of any Ming or Qing dynasty mansion I had ever imagined.

Scenes from the TV series "Dream of the Red Chamber" flashed through my mind.

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

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

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

When he saw my beautiful wife beside me, his expression immediately changed. He slowly tore off the ticket and handed it to me, his gaze lingering on my wife's high breasts and full hips, swallowing hard. Then, as if he had met an old acquaintance, he nodded at my wife with a half-smile.

My wife gave a slight pout and guiltily avoided his lecherous gaze.

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

His gaze remained fixed on my wife, the slight sway of her ample hips as she walked making him hot. I noticed his erection had unconsciously pushed against his trousers.

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

"Pah! You can't expect anything nice from a dog's mouth! You want that fat guy to crush me to death?" My wife pinched me, glanced at the fat guy, and ran off shyly ahead of me.

I quickly chased after her, yelling, "The fat guy's here! He said he won't crush you, but you can crush him, Ah Ling, are you in?"

"Let him come. If he can catch me, I'll let him do it." My wife giggled, and when I caught up with her, we were both laughing so hard we could hardly breathe.

"No more playing, no more playing. Let's enjoy the park's scenery first," my wife said breathlessly.

It truly was a lovely place. The park was filled with pavilions and terraces, arranged in a pleasing, orderly fashion.

In the center was a small lake, with a few lotus leaves floating on its surface. Around it were various man-made trees, sparsely scattered, each with a small wooden plaque indicating its adoption, planting date, tree name, age, etc. I've always been rather clueless about plant classification, but after walking around the park, my memory suddenly picked up several tree species, and I had a vivid impression of their appearance, flower colors, and shapes.

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

This place was deserted, a perfect spot for a rendezvous between lovers, and also the natural place where my wife would offer herself to a client for the first time.

My wife and I exchanged a smile, our hearts pounding. Without a word, we climbed the steps.

The mountain was small; we reached the pavilion after only two turns. The pavilion was square and orderly, with two stories, wind chimes hanging from each of its four corners. A railing encircled the pavilion, and stone sections provided places to sit and rest.

Entering the pavilion, I felt a little tired, so my wife and I sat facing each other. She sat on the south side, and I on the west.

A gentle breeze caressed our faces, incredibly cool and comforting—a feeling no air conditioner could create. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the tranquility with bright, lively light. This was practically the idyllic paradise described by Tao Yuanming.

All the hustle and bustle of the outside world was completely shut out; the tension and busyness of modern industry and commerce were irrelevant. Here, only the luxurious, carefree life of ancient officials remained.

I was slightly drunk, and the clear, melodious sound of the wind chimes in the pavilion made me feel as if I had been transported back hundreds of years. I was wearing a long silk robe, holding a folding fan, and sitting opposite me, I could

n't tell if it was my wife or my concubine. In my hazy state, I noticed how beautiful my wife was, radiating an alluring aura from afar. In an instant, all the erotic poems and verses of ancient times flooded my mind. I thought, weren't those talented men and beautiful women who have been celebrated throughout the ages all enjoying their passionate encounters in such beautiful mansions? Suddenly, a strong desire rose within me, and my whole body was filled with inexplicable excitement.

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

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

My wife paused for a long time before replying in an even more muffled voice, "Are you crazy? Have you forgotten what today's theme is?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I almost lost control and tried to take over. I forgot you're supposed to be the client today. But can I kiss you now? Is that alright?"

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

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

"Okay, I should go now. I'll bring the client over here in a bit, then you can be intimate with him."

I finally calmed down from the passionate kiss.

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

“Don’t worry, I’m here,” I said to my wife. “You can make love with your guests on the stone steps under the pavilion. I’ll keep watch from the pavilion; it’s a great vantage point, and we can see the tourists coming from afar.”

“That would be so embarrassing! Wouldn’t you get to see everything we do?” my wife said, looking at me with seductive eyes.

I said, "So what? On Mid-Autumn Festival night, by the river, I saw you having sex with other men. Three of them!"

"But... that time I was raped." My wife blushed even more, saying uneasily, "But today is different. Since I'm a prostitute, I have to charge customers, so I have to be nice to them, even tease them. Can you handle that?"

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

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

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

“Then hurry up and go, don’t keep me waiting too long. I’m really a little scared to be here alone.” My wife looked at me tenderly, wiggled her big buttocks, opened her small handbag, and started touching up her makeup, repainting her cherry lips that I had just kissed.

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

(IV)

I drove to the station alone again. There were many people here, customers coming and going, and cars and horses. I believed that I could easily find customers for my wife that suited her taste.

But things were not as simple as I thought.

Because I had no experience and did not know how to attract customers, I could only act like a peddler, constantly selling my wife to passers-by. I showed them the photos of my wife that I had taken myself, and then, like a thief, I lowered my voice and asked them, “Sir, would you like to play with this woman in the photo? I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.” My

wife in the photo was indeed charming and graceful.

One photo shows her in tight jeans, kneeling on the grass, her full hips forming an extremely alluring curve, her slender waist highlighting her high breasts. Another photo is of her in a swimsuit, wearing only a bikini, the small piece of fabric barely covering her alluring private parts, her breasts appearing half-naked, making one want to reach out and touch them...

There's another photo where my wife is wearing a long dress and no makeup, yet she looks extremely ladylike, charming and pure, somewhat like the youthful beauty Xu Jinglei...

I took all these photos myself. I originally wanted to ask my wife for the nude photos in her small bag, but I was worried about revealing the secret and embarrassing her, so I gave up for the time being.

Most men didn't even glance at my wife's photo, fleeing from me as if their lives depended on it, muttering, "You're crazy!"

A few others, however, were drawn to her picture, asking with interest, "This woman is so charming! Where does she live? What's her price?"

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

they still didn't believe me, muttering, "Such a beautiful woman couldn't be a prostitute. You must be playing us."

No matter how much I swore, they remained convinced I was setting a trap and wouldn't go with me. I regretted not bringing my wife to the station with them, so they could see her in person, or have her tell them she was willing to have sex with them. Perhaps then they wouldn't be so suspicious.

Two hours passed, and I still hadn't gotten a single customer.

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

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

I was initially delighted: "This man is handsome and masculine, speaks clearly and articulately, he'll definitely be a hit with my wife. And he's come to me willingly, no price required, isn't that a godsend?"

But then I became wary. I hadn't been trying to sell my wife to this man, so how did he know I was soliciting a client? And how did he know I had a picture of her big ass in my pocket?

Could someone have reported him to the police? Was he an undercover cop? No wonder he's so tall and imposing.

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

With that, realizing I hadn't yet found anything he could use against me, I fled.

"Huh? Strange! Did I really mistake you for someone else? What a pity, I won't get to play with that big-assed pretty woman."

The tall man sighed disappointedly, spat on the ground, and turned to disappear into the crowd...

I finally managed to calm my wildly beating heart, still terrified. I couldn't muster the courage to approach the customer and introduce my wife, because I felt as if countless police eyes were watching me around the station, waiting for me to take the bait so they could catch me, the pimp, in one fell swoop.

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

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

The heavily made-up woman swayed her hips wildly as she walked, clearly a prostitute. The man, meanwhile, was lewdly patting her buttocks with his hand, or openly embracing and kissing her passionately. He was obviously not an undercover cop! He was a philandering client!

I was so angry I almost fainted. I'd been such a coward, scaring myself and letting my prize slip away. Otherwise, this tall man wouldn't have gone with that little bitch; he should have been my wife! If I hadn't been so paranoid, I would have already led him into the park and started making love to my wife. Maybe we'd already received our first payment and be busy counting the money.

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

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

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