【The Blissful Sexual Moments of a Cuckold's Wife】(05) Author: ayin

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Chapter 5

A few days after that day when I had group sex with my wife at home, Xiao Dong and the others started school. Because they had
classes , and I was also very busy with work, we hadn't seen each other for a while. So my wife and I
created a WeChat group with Xiao Dong and Da Fei, and we spent our days watching them flirt with my wife in the group, which inevitably added a lot of
fun . Every time I made love with my wife, I would think of Xiao Dong and Da Fei having sex with her, which made me even more passionate.

One Saturday night, feeling bored, Linlin and I went to see a movie. She was dressed very sexily as usual,
in a halter dress, black stockings, light makeup, and red lips. Looking at the half of her breast exposed outside her V-neck, I had an
urge to grab it. In the darkness, I couldn't help but touch her and let my imagination run wild.

After leaving the movie theater, we walked on the street. My wife looked even more charming under the streetlights. Seeing
the way other people looked at her, a strong cuckolding desire suddenly arose. After discussing it with my wife, we took a taxi to a
very lively disco. Of course, I didn't mean to suggest anyone take advantage of her, but my wife definitely knew I had
ulterior motives . However, she didn't refuse; I have to say, she's getting increasingly flirtatious.

We were immediately captivated by the nightclub's atmosphere upon entering. The dazzling, magical lights changed
constantly , and many handsome men and beautiful women danced passionately on the dance floor, seemingly transporting us into a magical
dream. Slowly, our heartbeats merged with the deep bass rhythm, sending thumping, excited blood
to every corner of our bodies. It felt as if every cell was instantly activated.

Soon, a young waiter in a shirt and bow tie came over and seated us at a table
around , followed by several bottles of beer and some dried fruit.

The drinks here were several times more expensive than elsewhere. I remember in college, a single bottle of beer would often last
the entire night. Back then, a single bottle of beer would cost me two days' worth of food, so I never dared
to drink it . I picked up the Corona beer from the clear glass bottle. The pale yellow liquid looked exceptionally beautiful under the psychedelic lights.
I tilted my head back and chugged the whole bottle down my throat—so refreshing!

Linlin and I drank while watching the people on the dance floor. My wife seemed lost in thought, a little entranced.

"Honey, which handsome guy caught your eye? Need me to help you?"

"No, it's just that I haven't been to a nightclub in ages. Honey, can I go in and dance for a bit?"

I hadn't been to a nightclub for years either. I remembered coming here often with my classmates when I was in school; it
was a great place to pick up girls. But things were different now. There were more pretty girls here now,
but a large portion of them were either selling their bodies or working as escorts, chatting and drinking companions.

Linlin got up and danced to the rhythm, slowly moving deeper into the dance floor. With each wave of her hands,
her breasts almost burst out of her collar several times. She kept adjusting her collar,
pushing her large, white breasts back in, making several men around her stare at her with lecherous eyes. I think that's
the . A flirtatious woman always knows how to attract men.

Soon, several men slowly approached her, surrounding her, swaying their bodies and
teasing her, occasionally brushing against her body as if by accident. Clearly, she didn't
like them, constantly dodging and rolling her eyes.

To help her out, I quickly joined them. I swayed and pulled her into my arms. The men
immediately showed envious and admiring looks, two even giving me a thumbs up. Of course, they didn't know about my
relationship with Linlin; they assumed I was also there for sex. Seeing that I had succeeded, they slowly dispersed.

I held my wife tightly, my hands sliding from her bare back down to her buttocks, caressing her.
Looking at this wanton woman in my arms, I felt like I was holding a prostitute, my heart itching.

Suddenly, my wife flinched. I felt a hand slip between us and
grasp her breast. This was blatant sexual harassment, and in the middle of a crowded dance floor. Although the lights
weren't bright, several people saw it and started whistling and jeering. My wife tried to stop him,
but I pulled her close and stopped her. She struggled a few times, then stopped resisting, burying her face in my chest and
letting him fondle her as he pleased.

Behind her, a handsome man in his thirties lewdly nodded and thanked me. Soon,
both of my wife's breasts were occupied by the man's hands, one even reaching inside her collar. My wife
gradually adjusted to her surroundings and danced along with us. The men around us
stopped jeering; perhaps they thought Linlin was a prostitute.

The man removed his hands from my wife's breasts, put his arm around her waist, and turned her around. When my wife
faced him, she saw that the man looked wicked and handsome, and her heart fluttered.

"Beautiful lady! You're so sexy! Just looking at you makes me react. How much for one time? I promise I won't haggle."

My wife froze, her eyes filled with anger.

"Get lost!"

Linlin shoved him aside, pulled me through the crowd back to our seats, grabbed a bottle of beer, and
downed more than half of it in one gulp, looking quite angry.

"What nonsense! Your mother's the prostitute! Do I look like one? Do I look like one?"

"Yes! Very much so! Look at that girl drinking by herself over there, and that girl standing against the wall, they
're probably prostitutes, but you're dressed even more provocatively and sexier than them. How can people not misunderstand? But you
're different from them. They look like they've been through a lot, while you look alluring."

My wife finished the rest of her beer in one gulp and angrily questioned, "Do you also think I look like a prostitute?"

"I was just joking, why are you so angry? Can't you tell I'm praising you? If you were
really a prostitute, all those girls would be out of a job."

A smile appeared on my wife's lips, finally less angry. We didn't go
dancing on the dance floor afterwards; we just sat at that table, slowly drinking and chatting. We talked about dating, marriage, Xiao
Dong, Da Fei, and many other things. To be honest, this wasn't a good place to chat; if you spoke too softly,
no one could hear you, and if you spoke too loudly, you were afraid others would hear you.

Before we knew it, we ordered two more drinks, making a total of eighteen bottles, including the initial few. Although the Corona
bottles weren't big and the alcohol content wasn't high, my wife's alcohol tolerance is naturally low; she usually only drinks about two bottles. But today...
She drank six or seven bottles in a row, her tongue slurred, her eyes glazed over, and then she slumped onto
the table .

This was the first time I'd ever seen my wife drink so much. Maybe we were having such a good time chatting that
she got drunk without us even realizing it.

I helped Linlin stagger to the side of the street, hailed a taxi, and she swayed as
she opened the passenger door and got in. I reluctantly sat in the back seat. The car slowly started moving.
After telling the driver the exact location, my eyelids grew heavy, and I closed my eyes drowsily.

From the disco to my house, it wasn't far, but it wasn't exactly close either—a twenty-odd minute drive. I was worried the driver might get lost
, so I kept opening my eyes to check if we were on the right track.

The streetlights whizzed past us, casting flickering light inside the car. I could hear
my wife's even breathing from the passenger seat; she was asleep. I suddenly noticed the driver slowly slowing down, his
eyes constantly scanning my wife's body, and he kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror to see if I was asleep
.

Had I encountered a pervert? I felt both nervous and excited. To make him think I was asleep, I
squinted, observing his every move through my narrow eyes. I carefully studied the
man was in his forties, with a buzz cut, dark skin, many fine wrinkles around his eyes, and a short stubble that made
him look somewhat haggard. In my memory, many taxi drivers looked like this.

The car slowed further, and he continued to observe my every move in the rearview mirror. I knew he was about to make his move
, but I felt a strange excitement. I remained motionless, secretly watching him, afraid that even the
slightest movement would frighten him and make him abandon his lewd thoughts.

His right hand was on the gearshift, then slowly reached towards my wife's thigh, but then nervously withdrew it.

After several attempts, his filthy right hand was already on Linlin's thigh. His wife, drunk, didn't
react, and he nervously turned to look at me. Luckily, I closed my eyes in time, preventing him from
noticing.

This lecherous man grew increasingly bold, gently stroking his wife's leg and slowly
moving towards her groin. There, the stockings were no longer covering her, and the smooth skin excited him even more. He trembled
, his breathing rapid, and his right hand had already slipped under his wife's skirt. Although I couldn't see clearly,
it seemed had touched her private parts, as she reflexively shifted her body and let out a soft
moan.

This startled him, and the slowly moving car swayed. Then he realized his wife
wasn't actually awake, and he became even bolder. He actually lifted her skirt, exposing her entire private area.
I saw her black lace thong and the small patch of pubic hair that the fabric couldn't completely cover. I heard
a sound of someone swallowing.

His hand pressed between his wife's legs again, his middle finger probing
between . A wet sound gradually filled the air, and his wife swayed slightly, spreading her legs even wider
. His wife was indeed a slut; even drunk, she reacted so strongly.

I was so engrossed in watching that my eyes widened, and I leaned forward,
startling . He quickly withdrew his hand from his wife's private parts, his fingers still glistening with her fluids under the streetlights
.

"Hey! What are you doing? Pull over. You pervert, I'm calling the police!"

The car quickly stopped on the side of the road. I took out my phone, pretending to call the police, which terrified him. He immediately
turned around and knelt on the driver's seat, nodding and bowing repeatedly, pleading incessantly.

"Brother, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong! Please forgive me! Don't let me
lose my job because of a prostitute, my family depends on me. I beg you, brother!"

A prostitute? Sure enough, he's treating his wife like a prostitute too, otherwise he probably wouldn't be so bold. I gestured for him to get out of the car so as not to wake his wife. We sat side by side on the curb, I tossed him a cigarette, and lit one
for myself . "Brother! This woman is so sexy, she looks so slutty, I just couldn't resist. Brother, this is my first time, really my first time, please spare me!" "Spare you? Give me a reason!" "Brother, my wife doesn't work, the whole family depends on me. I deliver food during the day and drive a taxi . I'm a man too, and I haven't slept with my wife for months. When I saw such a beautiful woman, I had bad intentions. Anyway, she's drunk, and you're asleep. When we get there, you get out of the car, and no one will know. I was just having a little fun. If you call the police, my job is over, I might even get detained, and my family will be ruined. Brother, I beg you!" Seeing how pitiful he was, a man working himself to the bone for his family, unable to even satisfy his basic physiological needs, I couldn't help but soften. But I really couldn't let him know that Linlin was my wife; I could only say she was a prostitute. "Okay! I promise I won't call the police, but I paid to bring this woman out of the nightclub. You took advantage of her, I won't let you get away with it." "Brother, I'm willing to compensate you, as long as you don't call the police, I'll do anything." "Okay, it's best if you're willing to compensate, but I won't take advantage of you. I can let you sleep with her once, but you have to pay me, consider it helping me out! After all, this woman isn't cheap." "Thank you so much, brother, how much?" To be honest, I've never hired a prostitute before, so I really don't know the exact price range. After thinking for a moment, I held up two fingers. "Two hundred, is that reasonable? And don't call me brother, I'm not as old as you." He was obviously satisfied with the price. We got back into the car, and it quickly drove to a secluded place. It was an unpaved road, with a grove of trees on the left and a ten-story unfinished building on the right. Even during the day, no one would come here. It's a good thing he's a taxi driver, otherwise, who would know this place? We both got out of the car. He opened the passenger door, lifted his wife out, and placed her on the back seat. Her upper body lay inside the car, her two beautiful legs in black stockings hanging limply outside the door. The driver quickly pulled down his pants and underwear, and his penis swayed and rubbed in his hand, slowly becoming thick and erect . "Do you have a condom?"

I helplessly shrugged, indicating no. He didn't care about anything else and eagerly climbed into the car.
Soon, a thong flew out. I picked it up; the narrow strip of fabric in the middle was still
damp , undoubtedly from his earlier fiddling.

The car soon started shaking, clearly indicating he had successfully penetrated her. I sighed. I never imagined my wife's
first car sex would be with this lustful taxi driver. This was my wife's third man besides me.
Thankfully, this lecherous man brought me a different kind of thrill.

The back seat was cramped, limiting movement and making it difficult to exert force. He grabbed
my wife's legs and forcefully pulled her out of the car, her lower body already outside, her upper body still
lying on the back seat. He held her knees with both hands, standing outside the car,
thrusting forward repeatedly. My wife, in her unconscious state, kept moaning, mumbling incoherently
.

The driver used this position for a while, gradually slowing down, clearly exhausted. He
withdrew his penis from Linlin's body, forcefully flipping his wife over so her upper body was inside the car, while
her legs were spread outside. He grabbed her hips and thrust his large penis back in, this time
more smoothly, with increasingly larger and faster movements. The "slap slap slap" sounds were
particularly clear in the quiet night. His wife's moans sounded especially lewd on this deserted highway,
arousing my blood, and one hand involuntarily reached into my pants.

A few minutes later, the man, panting heavily, ejaculated, his body trembling. His wife seemed
to have reached orgasm at the same time, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

When he pulled his penis out of his wife's vagina, a stream of white semen flowed
directly , the sticky liquid running down her thighs, much of it staining her stockings
. It seemed this man had been holding back for a long time and had quite a stockpile.

Perhaps exhausted from being fucked, or maybe from being drunk, my wife's legs gave way, and she collapsed to her
knees, falling asleep in the back seat.

We lifted her to the back seat, rested for a moment, and then drove away. He
took and handed them to me. I hesitated for a moment and didn't take them.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah! That woman was really good!"

"Did you have enough? Want to fuck her again?"

"What do you mean? Do you expect me to…?"

"Anyway, she's drunk. Why don't you use this money to get a room, and we can all have her together? Of course, you
have to leave before she sobers up, otherwise she'll make us pay double, which isn't worth it."

He thanked us profusely, and the car sped through the deserted streets late at night, soon arriving at
a bathhouse.

"This is good, very cheap, and we don't need ID. Is this okay?"

I nodded. He opened the car door, and together we helped my wife inside.
Led , we entered a small private room, fairly clean, with only a large bed and a
bathroom, similar to a typical budget hotel.

My wife was gently placed on the bed, and we stripped her naked. She lay
there penetrated vagina like a thirsty little mouth, slightly open.

The taxi driver and I quickly stripped off our clothes as well. The two naked men knelt on either side of her,
each grabbing one of her legs and spreading them as wide as possible. Her recently penetrated vagina opened even wider. I
inserted my right middle finger, and at the same time, the taxi driver also inserted his middle finger. The two of us, with
our two fingers, stirred inside my wife's vagina, sometimes thrusting deeply, sometimes spreading it apart, causing
the vaginal opening to open and close, revealing the pink flesh inside. After

a moment of politeness, I was the second to insert my penis into my wife's vagina. With each powerful
thrust, my wife let out another unconscious moan. At that moment, I seemed to have a hallucination, feeling like two
clients were drugging and raping a wanton, seductive prostitute. Later, the taxi driver also became very uninhibited; he was no
longer the lecherous man who secretly molested my wife, but more like a sex fiend,
his lust and greed blatantly displayed in his eyes.

We each ejaculated inside my wife twice more, causing her to experience multiple orgasms, almost
opening her eyes several times. This was the first time I realized that a drunk woman could also have orgasms, and
even more wantonly, because she no longer concealed her shyness, but instead became even more excited.

As the taxi driver was about to leave, he still took out two red banknotes and forced them into my
hand . I didn't refuse and casually put them on the bedside table. This could be considered my wife's first time selling her body,
although it happened unconsciously, it was still very meaningful.

The next day, when we woke up it was already past ten in the morning. My wife saw the money by the bed and gradually
fell deep thought.

"Did you sell me? I vaguely remember being dragged here by you and another man, and then
you two took turns having sex with me several times. What happened to the money?"

I said guiltily, hugging my wife and recounting every detail of yesterday. I thought she would be
furious , but instead, she hugged me tightly, seemingly excited.

"You're getting more and more outrageous, making your wife a prostitute. Do you think it's fun? Aren't you
afraid people will find out?"

"It is fun! Especially watching him have sex with you, but don't worry, I won't let anyone we know know
. Actually, being a prostitute isn't so bad. You're satisfied, I'm satisfied, and I can make money. Isn't that good?"

"It is good, but what if acquaintances find out? Will you even be able to live?"

"Don't worry, no one will know."

I rolled over and pinned Linlin down again. We made love while discussing my future plans.
My wife didn't object and quickly reached orgasm.

Linlin always surprises me. I don't know how much more of her lewd potential she has left, but I
firmly believe that we will become increasingly sexually happy.

[To be continued]

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