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My wife accepted 

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As she bent down to change her shoes, her short skirt completely overshadowed her buttocks, exposing her underwear. I quickly covered my private parts. Other shoppers all looked in my direction. When she put on her 12cm red high heels, oh my god, this outfit was anything but normal; it was more revealing than the prostitutes in the shop. Instantly, my penis became erect. Other men and women buying clothes couldn't help but steal glances in my direction. I gave her an approving look. She said, "Okay, boss, wrap it up." I said I'd wear it home and carry the old clothes. Suddenly, I realized he was taller than me. Cold, elegant, and sexy—that's a more fitting description. I said, "I'll wear it home." I went to an adult store to buy some things. She said, "If you want to go, go ahead." I was afraid of running into acquaintances, so I said, "Okay, wait for me outside." I went into the adult store and bought a pair of black fishnet stockings, a black thong, and a black suspender lingerie. When I came out carrying the things, I noticed a lot of young people whistling at her. I pulled her along and hurried home, planning to go to City A tomorrow to find her a gigolo. As soon as we got home, I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed her onto the sofa and started having sex with her. There was no foreplay, and it went in very smoothly. It turned out she was already very wet. This time, the sex was so amazing, and she looked even more beautiful. It was as fresh and exciting as going to a prostitute. After we made love, I said, "Tomorrow you need to wear fishnet stockings and a thong, put on strong perfume, wear heavy makeup, and walk up straight to look classy, so that other men will still want to sleep with you." She replied, "Okay." I then said, "Let's trim your pubic hair, otherwise it won't look good if it's showing outside your skirt." She said, "You help me." I said, "No problem." I got the hair removal cream and tools. I said, "Can we just remove all of it?" She obediently said, "Do whatever you like." So I removed all the hair, not a single strand left. While I was doing this, that bitch... The water was still gushing out, and I couldn't resist, so I started having sex with her again on the sofa. The next day we both woke up very early. I told her to get ready as I instructed, and she nodded, putting on a top and skirt. I told her to put on a thong first—actually, it wasn't really underwear, just a line at the vaginal opening with a small piece of fabric on top—then put on fishnet stockings, high heels, and heavy makeup. She looked like a total slut, her buttocks bulging and her breasts jiggle as she walked. Everyone who saw her wanted to touch her, everyone who saw her wanted to have sex with her. Then we went downstairs, and I went to drive to City A. On the way, I repeatedly emphasized that she should relax, that the handsome guy was there to serve her, and that she could do whatever she wanted. If she felt comfortable, she could have sex with him more often; it was an overnight package anyway. She responded with an "Mmm." I never imagined my wife would change so much under my "training"—it was something I never even dared to dream of before. After a little over an hour, we arrived in City A. It was still early in the city, so we ate dinner, booked a hotel, and finally waited until dark. I asked my wife if I could call him over, and she said yes. My heart was in my throat. I'd been longing for my wife to be fucked in front of me day and night, and now it was finally happening. So I called and told him he could come over. My wife quickly changed out of her disposable slippers into sexy high heels. I noticed her face was flushed, like she'd been drinking. I teased her, saying, "You're about to be fucked by another man, do you want that?" She shyly hummed in agreement. It seemed my wife was really eager. She even went to touch up her makeup and spray on perfume, this time even more heavily. When she came out of the bathroom, I was practically spitting blood. She was a total slut, not like a typical housewife at all. She looked so lewd, so sexy, and so beautiful. I immediately regretted it. Such a beautiful wife, and I was paying someone else to sleep with her. But, the die was cast, and I had to go. My penis was rock hard, and my heart was pounding. A little while later, someone knocked on the door. (To be continued)

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