Forwarded public *** of adulterous wives

Chapter One: The Cold War, Marital Conflicts

Zhou Song idly tapped on his keyboard, the pressure of unemployment weighing heavily on him. He kept trying to find freelance work online, but his browsing always led him to pornographic websites. He couldn't resist visiting these sites to read pornographic articles; he particularly enjoyed stories about cuckoldry, or rather, stories about wives being sexually active. He had tried to persuade his wife to read one pornographic article every night before bed, believing it was essential for maintaining their sexual arousal.

Zhou Song's wife, Jin Ling, was also unemployed. A 30-year-old woman, she had been a beauty before marriage, but after marriage, things had changed—that was Zhou Song's opinion. At least sexually, she had lost her appeal. Before marriage, she had been quite cooperative, but after marriage, Zhou Song sensed that his wife seemed to be experiencing sexual frigidity.

The Sex Tiger Forum became Zhou Song's destination. He opened the pornographic literature section, hoping to find more exciting stories about wives being sexually active. He enjoyed fantasizing, imagining his wife as the heroine in the erotic novels he read. Perhaps due to sexual repression, he even planned to make his wife a prostitute, satisfying both his cuckoldry and his physical needs.

He flipped through countless erotic novels, but there were none new ones. So, among those he'd read hundreds of times, he reopened "My Wife's Mid-Autumn Festival Rape," typing in the comments: "

I also enjoy watching my wife being fucked, especially by a gang rape of migrant workers.

Feifan wants his wife to be popular with men, but perhaps in reality she's not open-minded, so I've been trying to make her more promiscuous. With little success.

My wife is thirty years old, 163cm tall, 48kg, measurements unknown, I don't know either, small breasts but a large butt, the kind that can bear children. It's

much more exciting to have my wife being fucked by others than to fuck her myself. I even wish my wife were a prostitute, even for free, just to have men fill her vagina with semen in front of me—that would be immense happiness for me." To this end, I tried every method to brainwash and train my wife, including pornographic films and novels themed around group sex, hybrid sex, or swapping, but with little success.

My wife would willingly suck my penis, but refused to swallow my semen; her pubic hair was inverted trapezoidal, long and black, her labia were grayish-black, and turned outwards when aroused, producing a great deal of arousal with proper stimulation.

I am willing to make friends with all cuckold enthusiasts, and I also welcome lecherous men to have online sex with my wife.

1. If you can transform my wife into a cuckold, enabling her to unleash her potential in sex and enjoy the pleasure, my wife will provide you with one month of sexual services; 2. If you can transform my wife into a prostitute, and make her mentally dependent on sex, you can control her to have sex or prostitute herself with anyone for one year, and all proceeds will belong to the developer.

He left a contact email address. This was the first time he had boldly spoken out his fantasies, and also the first time he had posted such information as selling his wife. He was aroused by his own words as he typed, his lower body quickly swelling. He was impulsive, with an urge to lick a woman's genitals.

Time passed quickly. There was a noise outside the door. Zhou Song quickly logged off the internet and turned on the computer. Then, Jin Ling came in.

"Didn't you go out?" Jin Ling asked him.

Zhou Song turned around. His wife was already beside him. He reached out and rubbed Jin Ling's crotch, leering, "Where could I have gone?"

"What are you doing? Always thinking about filthy things!" Jin Ling laughed and scolded.

"What's so dirty about it? Would you enjoy it if it wasn't dirty?" Zhou Song, with a lewd grin, pulled Jin Ling close. "I just read some erotic novels, and now I'm really hard, incredibly excited. Take off your pants, I want to eat your cunt!"

"You're such a pervert! It's broad daylight, and you're already thinking about this?" Jin Ling reached out and touched Zhou Song's crotch. "It's really hard! But I have to make dinner, don't even think about it!"

"We'll make it later, right now I just want to eat your juices, it's been a long time since we did it, hasn't it?" Zhou Song said, reaching to take off her pants.

Jin Ling pulled her hand away and walked straight to the kitchen.

Zhou Song watched Jin Ling's plump buttocks sway as she walked out, his mind filled with the image of his wife's dark gray vulva, glistening with lustful fluid... Night fell.

Jin Ling leaned against the bed, flipping through the erotic novel Zhou Song had prepared for her, "The Adulterous Nana." It was a story about orgy; the protagonist, Nana, was a seemingly innocent adulterous woman. Her husband, like Zhou Song, enjoyed his wife being gang-raped, but unlike Zhou Song, Jin Ling was conservative, while Nana would have sex with any man. On the television was Zhou Song's treasured VCD, showing a yellow-skinned woman being gang-raped by five black men. This woman's genitals were similar to Zhou Song's wife Jin Ling's, with thick pubic hair and a dark gray mons pubis. A huge black penis was inserted into the woman's vagina, and it was clear she was enjoying immense pleasure. She also had a similarly huge black penis in her mouth, and with each powerful thrust, she made muffled moans, which aroused Jin Ling… "Don't you think a bigger penis is more comfortable?" Zhou Song asked.

"Mmm," Jin Ling mumbled in response.

"If you were this person on TV, wouldn't it be great?" Zhou Song leaned against his wife, reaching out to touch Jin Ling's leg.

"I don't know!"

"It must be great, you're so wet!" Zhou Song indeed felt her wet vulva, and waved his wet hand in front of his wife's eyes, "Look, what's this?"

"Whatever you say!" Jin Ling also reached into her husband's pajama bottoms and grasped his erect penis, gently stroking it.

Zhou Song again slipped his hand inside Jin Ling's nightgown, rubbing her vulva.

"Is it itchy? Do you want to be fucked?" Zhou Song asked.

"Mmm!" Jin Ling closed her eyes, enjoying Zhou Song's flirting.

"When can you be like the heroine in the movie?" Zhou Song's hand was still inside Jin Ling's nightgown, his eyes fixed on the screen, sighing with envy.

Hearing this, Jin Ling opened her eyes and stared at Zhou Song.

Zhou Song couldn't take this constant attention anymore: "I mean, with her passion, don't you think our life has become increasingly boring these past few years of marriage?"

Jin Ling's expression softened slightly: "You're a pervert!"

"I haven't even told you to become a prostitute!" Zhou Song said boldly.

Jin Ling didn't speak; she turned to watch porn.

There was no plot, just endless piston-like movements or constant changes of partners, and she couldn't muster any interest.

Zhou Song thought Jin Ling had relaxed, so he used all his skills to stimulate her desire, and it seemed to have some effect. Jin Ling closed her eyes again and began to moan.

To achieve a better effect, Zhou Song didn't mount her; instead, he lifted Jin Ling's nightgown, spread her legs, and put his head between her legs.

Jin Ling's reaction became stronger and stronger, her moans louder and louder, and more fluid flowed from her vulva. Zhou Song continuously stimulated her clitoris with his tongue while rubbing her breasts.

Jinling looked up at the head buried between her legs, savoring the waves of pleasure from the warm, wet tongue on her vulva, as if it were melting her… She felt as if a thousand insects were biting inside her vagina, the tingling sensation making her feel empty and almost faint. She desperately wanted to shove that head between her legs into her vulva, and she was trying to press Zhou Song's head towards her vulva; however, she knew that his head couldn't fit into her narrow vagina. She knew what she needed, so she pulled hard on Zhou Song's ears, trying to pull him away… The moans grew deeper…

Zhou Song felt that it was almost time. He looked up at his wife and said, "Do you want to be fucked?"

"Yes," Jinling answered without hesitation this time.

Zhou Song straightened up, but before he could get into position, Jinling's hand was already there, grabbing Zhou Song's penis and trying to push it into her vagina, though there was still some distance.

Zhou Song's emotions were thus brought to the extreme; he still wanted to tease his wife. He then guided his penis and began rubbing it against Jinling's vulva.

Jinling was still enduring, but her vulva kept opening and closing, which gave Zhou Song a great sense of accomplishment. The constant lifting of her buttocks and the way she pressed Zhou Song's buttocks down gave Zhou Song a different kind of pleasure.

"You really want to be fucked, don't you?" Zhou Song took the opportunity to whisper in Jinling's ear.

"Yes, I want to be fucked by you, do you want to be fucked?" Jinling asked back.

"Yes, if you're more wanton and slutty, I'll want it even more." Zhou Song gently rubbed Jinling's breasts while slowly thrusting his penis into her "center."

"Ah...ah..." Jinling let out a pleasurable sound from her throat.

"Your cunt feels so good to fuck, warm and so wet. I wonder what it's like when other men fuck you?"

"What do you think it's like? It's all the same!" Jinling lifted her buttocks again, trying to get the cock that was already deep inside her even deeper, and let out a long "Oh..." "

Is it comfortable?"

"Mmm, very comfortable."

"Do you want to feel this good every day?" Zhou Song said in a very soft voice in her ear.

"Yes," Jinling answered shyly, while lifting her buttocks up hard again. Zhou Song felt that his cock had penetrated deep into Jinling's G-spot.

Zhou Song started to move, and with wave after wave of impact, accompanied by the gurgling sound of her cum flowing out, Zhou Song knew that Jinling had lost herself, so... "Tell me, you want to be a prostitute."

"I want to be a prostitute!" Jinling said subconsciously as she moved with Zhou Song.

"Is your pussy a prostitute's pussy?"

"Yes, my pussy is a prostitute's pussy, anyone can fuck it!"

"How many men do you want to be fucked by a day?"

Jin Ling didn't answer immediately, but instead gripped Zhou Song's buttocks tightly, pressing down hard while simultaneously thrusting her own buttocks upwards, before weakly replying, "Six."

Zhou Song was also unusually excited. He knew Jin Ling's answer was "calculated," not just something she said to agree with him. Two in the morning, two at noon, two in the evening. He also knew that Jin Ling was both easily satisfied and not easily satisfied. To bring her to her first orgasm, all he needed to do was use his mouth. But so far, in nine years, he had only given Jin Ling a second orgasm once, let alone a third. He hoped this would be the second time, so he thrust vigorously, constantly saying,

"Say you're a slut, a prostitute, you like being fucked..."

“I’m a slut, a whore, I like being fucked, my cunt was born to be fucked by men… Ah…” Jin Ling arched her upper body, her head thrusting back forcefully. She reached her climax, gripping Zhou Song’s buttocks tightly, as if trying to connect him to her forever.

After a moment of calm, Zhou Song pulled out his still-erect penis and buried his head back into Jin Ling’s crotch, which was covered in semen. He hoped to give her another orgasm.

Zhou Song carefully examined Jin Ling’s genitals. Thick pubic hair was stuck to her mons pubis with semen, her grayish-black labia were turned outwards, and her bright red vagina was still open, but semen was still flowing out of her opening. The pungent, fishy smell of semen filled the air.

Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and sucked on her vulva, as if kissing, sticking his tongue into her vagina and sucking continuously… The afterglow of the orgasm had just passed, and Jinling, panting, looked at Zhou Song's head, a surge of passion rising in her heart—that hole had just been fucked by him, yet it was still so attentively "caring" for her… She couldn't help but recall the conversation they had just had, those conversations were too stimulating for her, but also too unbelievable… The TV program continued, five black men were still using their huge penises (almost as thick as the yellow-skinned woman's forearm, two-thirds the length of her forearm) to take turns fucking the Asian woman, whose vagina wasn't as full as Jinling's… Watching the film, Jinling felt an itchy feeling rise in her heart again, which once again reminded her of the conversation—I am a slut, a prostitute, I like to be fucked… Jinling thought, what if she were that woman in the film—this thought made her groan again, and her hands involuntarily pressed down on Zhou Song's head… The second wave of activity unfolded in the discussion of Jinling's flesh.

"How much do you think your pussy is worth?" Zhou Song whispered in Jin Ling's ear.

"I don't know." Jin Ling looked at the TV screen, thinking that the penis inside her vagina belonged to a strange man—a client—maybe one of those black men on TV.

"How much would it cost to fuck you once?" Zhou Song asked, his breathing heavy.

"I don't know."

"You're a slut, others would ask for a hundred yuan, you'd be worth at most 50 yuan."

"50 it is, give me the money!" Jin Ling laughed, thrusting her buttocks upwards.

"Actually, I really want to see how lewd you are. A pussy like yours is really suitable to be a prostitute, so wide and loose, you could be fucked by a dozen men a day without a problem."

"Nonsense."

"I read it in a book, but the thought of you being fucked by others makes me incredibly excited!" Zhou Song said sincerely.

"You pervert..." Jin Ling laughed and patted Zhou Song's buttocks.

“How about I find someone to fuck you?”

“Sure…”

“How about the construction workers at the site next door? They’re all strong, and their dicks are definitely bigger than mine. You’ll be fucked until you’re ecstatic…”

“No, who wants to be fucked by those dirty and ugly people?”

“I like you being fucked by them, that way I won’t be afraid you’ll run off with them.” As he spoke, Zhou Song began to thrust deeply.

“Hoo… Oh oh oh…”

As the activity was about to end, the couple abandoned all moral principles. The husband talked about finding men to fuck his wife, and the wife talked about having men come to patronize her. Everything quieted down after the climax.

Zhou Song got out of bed, turned off the DVD, and lay down. Jin Ling picked up two handkerchiefs, one covering her genitals, and the other cleaning Zhou Song’s penis. The whole room was filled with a lewd atmosphere.

Zhou Song spoke first: “Was it good today?”

“Mmm,” Jin Ling’s shy appearance made Zhou Song’s penis tremble, but Zhou Song was already exhausted.

"Do you think it's more exciting to do it quietly or like we did just now?" Zhou Song wanted to test him.

"I didn't find it exciting at all!" Morality returned to its proper place, and restraint prevailed again.

"Don't say no, you've already leaked so much ***, and you still want..." Zhou Song stopped in time, but it was too late. Jin Ling couldn't hold back anymore and angrily said, "Don't tell me this nonsense again. I think you've been corrupted by those pornographic novels."

"It's not like I'm really asking you to become a prostitute. I just want to improve the quality of our sex life. What's wrong with fantasizing a little?" Zhou Song also got angry. They were an old married couple. What was wrong with talking about these things when they were having sex? It could stimulate both of their emotions, or at least stimulate their own.

"Anyway, you can think about it if you want, but don't mention it to me!" Jin Ling said resentfully, then turned her head and went to sleep.

Chapter Two:

Since their last passionate sexual encounter, Zhou Song's sex drive had plummeted under Jin Ling's influence. Even reading pornographic novels didn't seem to help. More than a month had passed since then.

During this time, Jin Ling had twice asked Zhou Song for sex, but he had refused both times.

Zhou Song couldn't understand it. There's an old saying: "Women are like tigers at thirty and wolves at forty." According to the book, women of this age are considered conservative if they have sex every two days, but Jinling only has sex once every two weeks? He always wondered if Jinling was frigid! Despite his thoughts, seeing her never taking the initiative, always viewing sex as a male prerogative, always saying discouraging things during sex, ultimately, never being able to be unrestrained or lewd, made him feel very bored. Because of this, even though he wanted to have sex, he could never get an erection. He even tried reading erotic novels that used to arouse him, but it had no effect. Seeing how lewd and depraved the female protagonists were, and then thinking about Jinling's "frigidity," made him decide it was better not to.

Jinling also had something to say. Ever since that passionate encounter two months ago, she hadn't forgotten it, but a woman is a woman; even though she desperately wanted it, she had to maintain some restraint. Every night she had to massage his penis to fall asleep; although there was no actual penetration, at least she could hold it. But she still couldn't figure out why she could never get him to get an erection.

Life went on as usual. Fortunately, Jinling had many friends, so she had something to do every day and wasn't too concerned about sex. But at night, she couldn't help but touch Zhou Song's penis to see if he was asleep.

Chen Yan was Jinling's friend, a bit older than her, and a housewife. She trusted Jinling and often talked to her about bedroom matters.

Before Jinling married Zhou Song, Jinling and Zhou Song went to Chen Yan's house together. At that time, she had recently given birth, so the two of them talked in the room while Zhou Song and Chen Yan's husband chatted frivolously in the living room. After returning, Jinling told Zhou Song that Chen Yan was very bold, constantly teaching her how pleasurable sex was, and even gave her a book that wasn't exactly an erotic novel, telling her to learn to enjoy life early.

Jinling was very frustrated about this and decided to go see Chen Yan. On the one hand, she was quite open with Jinling about marital matters, and although she was a gossip, she only talked about her own affairs and never about other people's secrets; on the other hand, she was unemployed and could easily find someone while staying at home. More importantly, two years ago, Chen Yan discovered her husband was having an affair and divorced him. Jinling wanted to know how Chen Yan coped with such an "empty" life.

Chen Yan's home was on the seventh floor of a residential complex. It was a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment with an area of over 160 square meters. Chen Yan's family was originally a well-off family.

Chen Yan was extremely excited to see Jinling; they hadn't talked for a long time.

After letting Jinling into the house, Chen Yan started the conversation:

"What brings you here? I thought having a husband made you forget your old friends." "What kind of talk is that, haha," Jinling said. "How have you been

lately?"

"Don't mention it. How about you? How have you been lately? Does the divorce make you feel itchy?" Jinling laughed.

"Yeah, it's so uncomfortable!" Chen Yan said while wiping the coffee table with a cloth. "What, are you itchy too? Doesn't your husband sleep in the same bed with you every day? Still itchy?" "Don't mention me, just talk about yourself. Have you found a new boyfriend?" Jin Ling picked up a cup of tea and said with a light laugh, "I've been losing at mahjong lately, and gambling is boring, so I came to see you!" "Do you think I can find a new boyfriend? I'm thirty-three years old, and I have a child. I'm not like you, so young and beautiful!" Chen Yan said with a sigh.

"I'm thirty years old too, don't talk nonsense. Didn't you teach me to seize life? I just wanted to ask, what are you doing now? Do you want to go there?" Jin Ling asked.

"Which place? What do you mean, what are you going to do?" Chen Yan didn't understand for a moment.

"Stop being so serious! When you just gave birth, didn't you tell me that you were suffocating during your pregnancy?" "What do you mean, suffocating? What are you talking about?" Chen Yan really couldn't understand.

"I'm going to do **!" Jinling said shyly and loudly.

"Oh, you didn't say it's because your 'chicken' is itchy,' really!" Chen Yan suddenly realized.

"That sounds awful." Jinling laughed.

"Don't say it's awful, men just like to hear it!" Chen Yan said seriously, "Actually, people are really all shameless!" "That's true, so are you itchy or not?" Jinling knew this all too well; her husband even wanted her to be a prostitute.

"Itchy!"

"Then what should we do?" Jinling became interested.

"Let's just make do!" Chen Yan laughed teasingly.

"What do you mean by 'make do'?"

"Come on, come to my room and you'll know what 'make do' means!" With that, Chen Yan stood up, took Jinling's hand, and led her into the bedroom.

Chen Yan's bedroom was quite elegant. A large bed was on the left side of the entrance, oriented with the head to the north and the feet to the south. The bedroom was large, and opposite the bed was a dressing table and a TV cabinet. Further to the left, by the window, were two sofas and a coffee table.

Chen Yan closed the door, walked to the TV cabinet, pulled out a drawer, and said, "Jinling, come here!" Jinling went over and took a look. Good heavens, Chen Yan was just like her husband—the drawer was full of pornographic films.

"So many?" Jinling was a little embarrassed.

"This isn't a lot. These are some of my favorite shows. The rest are in the wall cabinet!" Chen Yan said smugly.

"Aren't you afraid of getting too irritated watching so many pornographic films? Won't you get itchier the more you watch?" Jinling teased with a laugh.

"Yeah, the more I look, the itchier it gets, so sometimes I have to find cucumbers and eggplants to relieve the itch!" Chen Yan said with a hint of disappointment. "Otherwise, what's the point of 'cold dishes'? They're all side dishes, haha..." Jin Ling casually flipped through the DVDs in the drawer and asked, "What kind of movies do you watch? Tell me about them." "Me? I'm not picky about anything. But I still prefer Western movies, but they don't have any plots, so they get boring after a while. Let me tell you, the main thing about watching Western movies is seeing those men's penises, so long and thick, and seeing those foreign women's... well, you know. Japanese movies are okay too, mainly because the characters are all handsome men and beautiful women, and the key is that they have plots, but it's not easy to buy the top-quality ones. Most of these movies were bought by my ex-husband." "So what kind of plot do you like?" Jin Ling seemed to hear Zhou Song's words again—having many men gang rape her—quite exciting.

"I can't really explain it. I didn't know what kind of storylines I liked before. Back then, Guodong (Chen Yan's ex-husband) said I should immerse myself in the film and imagine the female lead as myself, that would be interesting." Chen Yan paused, then continued, "At first, I didn't know how to imagine it, so he told me about being gang-raped by many men, imagining my vagina being fucked by many dicks, and later I really found it very exciting. So, I prefer watching gang rape films. Do you want to take a few home to watch?" "No need, you can keep them. Hehe."

"Hey? Why are you asking me all these gossipy questions today?" Chen Yan asked, puzzled. "Did you have a fight with your husband, or is he impotent? It's okay, tell me, maybe I can help you solve it! If you tell me, I can also tell you a secret! Hehehe..." "What secret?" Jin Ling asked curiously.

"How can I tell you this secret if you don't tell me why? It's my secret!" Chen Yan laughed.

"..." Jin Ling didn't know whether she should tell him or not. After all, it was a matter between husband and wife, and it would be bad if she became the laughing stock of others.

"It's fine if you don't tell me, but if I'm right, you can give me points, and if I'm wrong, you can shake your head! Besides, my secret is more important than your little things! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't want to hear it!" Chen Yan couldn't help but want to share her secret with others. She paused for a moment and then said, "Actually, I've also had some hot dishes in the past year, not just cold dishes, hehehehe." "What hot dishes? Do you have a boyfriend?" Jin Ling guessed.

"I don't know how to say it, but they're not my boyfriends. Boyfriends can develop into husbands, but they can't be my husbands, haha." "They?" Jinling didn't understand. "Not just one person?"

"Yes, many. I don't even know the last name of most of them!" Chen Yan brushed her long hair.

"What's going on?"

"Tell me what's going on first, and then I'll tell you!" Chen Yan knew how to protect herself, even in front of her best friend. Although she knew Jinling wouldn't tell anyone, it would always be good for her to know a little about her situation.

"Actually, it's nothing..." Jinling paused for a moment, then continued, "Recently, my husband hasn't been paying much attention to me..." "Is he seeing another woman?" Chen Yan interrupted.

"No, he hasn't gone out at all!" Jinling actually knew why Zhou Song was ignoring her, but she didn't want to say it.

"Could it be impotence? Then you're in for a lot of trouble!" Chen Yan sighed.

"I don't know... he just doesn't respond, it's so worrying."

"Could it be because you're always doing *that* and saying things you shouldn't?" Chen Yan asked.

"What shouldn't you say?" Jinling was also curious about what shouldn't be said during sex.

"Like work, money, things like that! By the way, neither of you are working right now, right?" Chen Yan asked, arms crossed, like an expert.

"Yeah!"

"I think that's about it. How long has it been since you two did 'that'?" "More than two months."

"What, more than two months? You're so patient! If it were me, I would have already found a lover! Hehe." Jinling was speechless; it would be much easier if she found a lover herself. To avoid getting bogged down in her own issues, Jinling changed the subject: "What about you? Can you tell me your secret?" "Didn't I just tell you? I have a lover!" Chen Yan casually touched her breasts.

"How many?" Jinling didn't see Chen Yan's movement, otherwise she would have noticed that Chen Yan's breasts were much larger than a year ago.

"I don't know how many, a lot, I guess."

"A lot? How many? If not a boyfriend, then what is it? That's ridiculous!" Jinling was completely bewildered.

"You could say I'm a client."

"What?" This sentence surprised Jinling greatly, and it also implied that Chen Yan was a prostitute. She remembered Zhou Song's words—"I want you to become a prostitute"—and suddenly she felt that becoming a prostitute wasn't such a distant thing, as if it was about to happen to her.

"What's the big deal?" Chen Yan found Jinling's reaction even more surprising, but she didn't know that Jinling had such thoughts because of her husband. "Don't tell anyone, including your Zhou Song! Otherwise, I'll be in big trouble." "Oh...oh..." Jinling stammered.

...

Later, Chen Yan taught her many techniques to help Zhou Song regain his virility. But Jinling was distracted, and as evening approached, she took her leave.

When Jinling returned home, Zhou Song was still fiddling with the computer. She used to worry that Zhou Song would use the computer to find lovers online, and she would always habitually lean over to look at the screen.

Zhou Song was reading an email:

Dear Mr. Adulterous Wife:

Hello!

I read your article and deeply agree with it. I'm also a cuckold enthusiast; I enjoy seeing my wanton wife gang-raped by a group of strangers in front of me. My wife is incredibly wanton; she loves sex. She's a primary school teacher, beautiful, and has a sexy figure, so she's quite popular. As far as I know, she's been with 21 men besides me, and she's still in relationships with five or six of them. Like you said, I've suggested she become a prostitute, but she said she's afraid of getting diseases. If it were safe, I think she really would. The

only difference between us is that you don't have a cuckold ready-made wife, while I do. My short-term goal is for my wife to be with 100 men, and my long-term goal, as you wrote in your article, is to make her a slut, a public toilet where any man can't resist sex, leaving a souvenir in her vagina.

If possible, could you introduce me to some clean clients? On one hand, I want to achieve my goal of having my wife with 100 men as soon as possible; on the other hand, I plan to let my wife experience what it's like to be a prostitute—it'll definitely be very exciting. As for the price, that doesn't matter; hygiene is the most important thing. You know being a prostitute is different from having an affair; it's not good if acquaintances find out. That's why I'm asking for

your help. After all, the person you introduce probably doesn't know us. I'm in Dalian. If you have the chance, you're welcome to come and have sex with my wife. I'll definitely make sure she's all clean and ready for your big cock.

Enclosed is a photo of my wife, please accept it. There are plenty of

cuckolds

, but this woman is really quite pretty!

"Have you seen enough?" Zhou Song's cold voice pulled Jin Ling back to reality. She didn't understand what she had done wrong to deserve Zhou Song's anger.

"Who's looking at your trash!" Jin Ling said irritably, putting down her handbag and going straight to the kitchen. All night, Jin Ling kept thinking about that email. Was what it said true? Does having your wife have sex with other men really excite and satisfy a man? That cuckold really is a cuckold, even having short-term goals and long-term plans, and these goals and plans are to make herself wear even more cuckold hats?

Jin Ling decided to go see Chen Yan anyway and talk to her about Zhou Song. Of course, she couldn't let Chen Yan know that Zhou Song had this cuckolding fetish, so she picked out a copy of "The Adulterous Nana" from Zhou Song's collection of erotic novels, put it in her bag, and left early.

"Sister Yan—Sister Yan—" Jin Ling arrived at Chen Yan's door at around ten o'clock.

"Who is it?" Chen Yan seemed to still be awake, yawning as she opened the door. "Who is it? Why are you up so early!" "How was I supposed to know you weren't up so late!" Jin Ling threw her handbag onto the sofa as she entered and plopped down.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday? I'm very busy at night!" Chen Yan pulled her semi-transparent nightgown tighter.

Jin Ling glanced at Chen Yan. Under the semi-transparent nightgown, firm breasts and a lush, dark pubic hair were clearly visible. From her angle, Chen Yan's pubic area, beneath her sparse pubic hair, revealed a parted, dark red labia—she wasn't wearing a bra! "Really? So sexy?" "What's wrong with that! Come on over, I'm going to wash up." Chen Yan closed the door and went back to her bedroom, which had an ensuite bathroom.

Jin Ling followed her into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. Chen Yan went straight into the bathroom.

"Why are you here so early today?" Chen Yan asked from inside the bathroom.

"Just bored!" Jinling glanced around the room, sensing a masculine scent lingering in the air. She stood up and surveyed the surroundings, finally spotting several wads of tissues and three damp condoms in a wastebasket by the bed near the window. "I came here today specifically to learn from you," she said. "Learn what?" Chen Yan, brushing her teeth, mumbled.

"Learn how to seduce men, haha," Jinling laughed.

"Aren't you afraid your husband will catch you cheating?" Chen Yan laughed too.

"If I were afraid, why would I have come!" Jinling said decisively.

"Not bad, are you feeling lonely too?" Chen Yan echoed.

"Actually, it's not that serious, haha, just kidding, don't take it seriously. What were you up to last night? Haha, did you seduce some men?" Jinling glanced at the wastebasket; she really wanted to pick up the condoms and see what other men's semen looked like.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"That man must be really good," Jinling said enviously.

"Which man?"

"The man you seduced!"

"How do you know he's good?" Chen Yan peeked into the bathroom and saw Jin Ling staring at the trash can. She couldn't help but laugh. "You mean those condoms? Nonsense!" "Oh..." Jin Ling looked like a caught thief, her face flushing red. She protested, "No...nothing like that..." "Don't be shy. I think you're just feeling restless, no, I should say you're feeling incredibly empty, hehe..." Chen Yan came out of the bathroom with a towel, wiping her face as she continued, "Don't be shy, it's only natural. Those condoms weren't used by one man." "Not just one? Then..." Jin Ling had guessed it, but she still couldn't accept it. "

Hehe, it's okay to tell you, it was four men. But they're all very good, you're not wrong about that." Chen Yan said with relish.

"Who are they?" Jin Ling asked instinctively, always wanting to get to the bottom of things like this.

"It's like this, they're all from out of town. I only know one of them, surnamed Huang, but I don't know his given name. The other three are from his hometown, working as laborers on a construction site in this industrial development zone next to us. You wouldn't believe it, these guys are all roughnecks, not only are they rough, but their genitals are also thick. Most of them are farmers who have abandoned their families and can't go back home for years. Besides doing heavy labor, they either go to prostitutes." "You're really something, aren't you afraid of getting hurt?" Jin Ling said with no small amount of envy. "How did you get into this line of work?" "You know He Mei, right? She's the one who often plays mahjong with you. You should have heard that she runs a brothel." Chen Yan shook her hair with a towel, turned around, and went into the bathroom to put on the towel.

Jin Ling looked at the way Chen Yan's big buttocks swayed and couldn't help but feel hot: "You should put your clothes on first, otherwise it won't be good if someone comes looking for you again." "It's okay, no one has come looking for me for a long time. If anyone does, it's just some lustful wild men, hehe." Chen Yan walked out of the bathroom with a grin.

"I know He Mei, but how did you get involved...?"

"Two years ago, when I first got divorced, I didn't think much of it. At first, I just dealt with it on my own. But for a while, I really couldn't hold back anymore. To be honest, back then, I wanted any man to rape me. Haha, later Haixia introduced me to He Mei. She invited me to play mahjong, and that's how I met her.

She said that the girls under her management were doing well, earning nearly ten thousand yuan a month, and there was still demand exceeding supply. She also revealed that some local beauties were also in this line of work. At that time, I thought maybe I could do it too." Chen Yan paused, plopped down in front of the dressing table, picked up face cream, and started applying makeup. "Actually, everyone was very curious, but no one dared to ask." So I asked her, "Aren't those girls afraid of getting diseases?" He Mei said, "Actually, it's hard to get sick in a place like ours. Why? Because the massage parlors she runs are low-end. People who've really seen the world don't come here. The ones who do come are mostly migrant workers or laborers who haven't been exposed to other external factors. Besides, they usually use condoms when they have sex, so they're not afraid at all."

After meeting He Mei a few times, I felt she was quite trustworthy. She wouldn't say things she shouldn't. At that time, she understood my situation and even suggested that I do some part-time work. At first, I was hesitant and didn't want to, but after seeing how considerate she was, and feeling very empty inside, I agreed.

He Mei's hair salon also offers massages, and the masseuses also serve customers, so I don't need to work there as a hostess. They only call in housewives when they run out of prostitutes. You just need to leave your photo there; you don't have to be a "slut" to be picked over. He Mei is quite considerate of us for our safety. She usually only lets them serve out-of-towners; locals use the hostess masseuses, but their commission is less.

The salon itself isn't very high-end, so most customers are migrant workers or laborers from out of town. A massage costs 30 yuan for 45 minutes, with the masseuse and He Mei each getting 5 yuan. "0%; a typical sexual encounter costs 100 yuan, and He Mei gets 60%.

That's the usual situation, but for stay-at-home housewives like Jin Ling, He Mei takes 70%. Because they're stay-at-home housewives, they usually only work to satisfy their unsatisfied desires. Besides, since she works at her friend's hair salon, they always have something on her, so she can't earn more. In other words, I only get 30 yuan for each time I'm with a man, but in this city, there are too many migrant workers and too many people with unsatisfied desires, so I can earn nearly 10,000 yuan a month." "Then He Mei is making a fortune!" Jin Ling's eyes widened. She couldn't understand how the income from being with men could be so much less than the income from not being with men.

"Of course. So many girls, I know at least six, each taking two men a day. He Mei earns 720 yuan a day, and there are others like me, she earns over 1,000 yuan a day. At first, I hadn't had sex in a long time, so I took five or six a day. You tell me, how much money could she make from me every day!" "Three or four hundred yuan!"

"Yeah, later I learned my lesson. I told those clients to call me if they missed me, and gradually my clients decreased. Last year I told He Mei I wouldn't go anymore. She knew I made a lot the year before last, so she didn't think of going anywhere else, hehe." "So how much did you earn?" Jin Ling asked curiously.

"A duplex."

"How much is that?"

"Not much, just over 300,000 yuan."

"That much? A year?" Jin Ling couldn't believe it.

"Isn't a year a lot? A year without menstruation, being fucked by men every day, sometimes seven or eight a day, sometimes four or five, I was almost fucked to death." Chen Yan took a breath, as if it had happened just yesterday.

"Can you handle it?" Jinling couldn't imagine what it would be like to be fucked by seven or eight men a day, but she knew that she didn't have her period because of the birth control pills.

"What's there to handle? Women are born to be fucked by men, it doesn't matter who fucks them. It's so pleasurable, I've been exhausted several times." Chen Yan was immersed in the afterglow of pleasure.

"I don't want to be fucked by my husband for a week after one time, you're really something!" Jinling sincerely admired.

"That's because you don't know how to enjoy it. I really can't stand not having so many men fucking me now. How about it, do you want to join in? I guarantee it will be incredibly comfortable." Chen Yan smiled and touched her firm breasts, "Fucking also has a function, it's breast enhancement." "Really? Nonsense, haha." Jinling also laughed, "I brought you a novel that my husband collects today, he really likes this novel." "What novel? You know I don't read much." Chen Yan said.

"You'll like it, you pervert, hehe," Jinling said, getting up and turning back to the hall to get the book.

Soon, Jinling handed the book to Chen Yan. Chen Yan glanced at the cover and laughed, "Your husband likes to read erotic novels too?" "Which man isn't erotic? There aren't many women as erotic as you! Hehe." "Get lost, why are you here looking for me if you're not erotic?"

"By the way, how come there are only three condoms for four people?" Jinling was thinking about all those condoms.

"You have no idea how energetic those men are. They fucked me like crazy last night. At first, no one wore condoms. Everyone ejaculated inside. The second round, they felt it was too loose and wet, so they put on condoms. One of the guys, a guy in his early twenties, probably unmarried, said he liked the wet feeling inside, so he never wore one." Listening to Chen Yan's words, Jin Ling felt a tingling, itchy sensation in her lower body. She said, "I'm going to the bathroom. I'm having lunch here; you have to treat me!" With that, Jin Ling went into the bathroom, closed the door behind her, and hurriedly pulled down her pants. Her underwear was already soaked and sticky. She quickly grabbed a tissue and started wiping herself.

"Why did it take so long!" Chen Yan called from the bedroom.

"Almost done." Jin Ling hurriedly threw the tissue into the toilet, flushed it with a "whoosh," pulled up her pants, and opened the door.

"Are you itchy? Did Ah Song do it to you yesterday?" Chen Yan asked.

"No way!" Jinling said shyly, "No!"

"Men are all perverts. They have wives but don't use them. Don't deprive yourself too. Why don't you find a lover? Hehe." "How do I find one? I don't know how. Besides, what if others find out! You should teach me how to get my Zhou Song to be aroused!" "Teasing him, being coquettish, don't tell me you don't know how!" Chen Yan stared at Jinling with wide eyes as if she were looking at an alien. In her memory, Jinling should be better at being coquettish than anyone else. "Spray some perfume before going to bed, wear some sexy and alluring lingerie, and look at your plump butt. Not to mention men, even women would want to sleep with you." "..." Jinling was speechless. Just like Zhou Song said, she would do these things before marriage, but after marriage, she just made a lot of noise and shouted every day. She didn't have any cuteness at all. No wonder Zhou Song got angry when he saw her. She didn't understand why she could be proactive before marriage, but after marriage, it was like she was just fulfilling her duty and had no initiative at all.

"Zhou Song is really good; he doesn't go around flirting with other women. As for you, I can't help you with this kind of thing. You'll have to figure it out yourself. I'll go cook, and after we eat, we'll check the stock market." "Stocks? You trade stocks too?"

"What else would I do? This is called covering up the truth. If I didn't trade stocks, where would all this money come from? People would definitely be suspicious, right? Nobody knows if I'm making money or losing money in the stock market, which just proves that my money comes from a legitimate source, hehe." Chen Yan was quite perceptive.

"Oh, I see. By trading like this, no one will think you're making money by selling sex. You're so clever!" Jin Ling said with genuine admiration.

"You just found out? Last year I was still involved in the stock market, but now everyone knows I'm trading stocks, so I just bought a computer and stay home to show off. I don't need to check the market every day; I just listen to what others are saying occasionally. Anyway, I don't invest much in the stock market, so it doesn't matter whether I make or lose money. Hey, didn't you say your husband used to trade? Look at how smart he is, maybe he could actually make some money for me!" Jin Ling left as evening approached. Fei Fan had previously told Chen Yan to read that novel and come back to chat with her the next day.

In the past two days, based on Jin Ling's visit and her words, Chen Yan had figured out the general idea and began to have some strange thoughts. Chen Yan thought to herself, "I used to be a prostitute in someone else's shop, why not drag Jin Ling into it too? Let Jin Ling entertain clients at home. Firstly, Jin Ling already knows too many of my secrets. Although I believe Jin Ling won't tell anyone else, there's no guarantee she won't tell Zhou Song, and Zhou Song might tell his friends. The best way is to get Jin Ling involved; that way, Zhou Song won't be able to say anything. Besides, judging from Jin Ling's behavior these past few days, she's clearly in heat; otherwise, she wouldn't be constantly eyeing those condoms."

Having made up her mind, she picked up a novel to read. This further solidified Chen Yan's idea—this book, *The Adulterous Nana*, was downloaded by Zhou Song from the internet, edited, and printed out. Because Nana in the book was the perfect example of the adulterous wife Zhou Song had always longed for, he had been insisting that Jin Ling read the novel, and Jin Ling also wanted to understand Chen Yan's perspective through the book.

Chen Yan, reading a book, unconsciously touched her genitals, thinking: Perhaps Zhou Song likes promiscuous women. The key now is to find out Zhou Song's opinion from Jin Ling.

Chapter 3—

The weather in June is already very hot in the south.

After returning yesterday, Jin Ling vaguely revealed to Zhou Song that Chen Yan was working as a prostitute. Perhaps Jin Ling was still shy, and spoke in a flat tone. Zhou Song's expression did not change; he remained cold, only saying, "It's not like you're doing it, what does it have to do with me!"

Jin Ling had been taking a compromising attitude for some time, hoping that Zhou Song would have sex with her, but Zhou Song ignored her, which made Jin Ling's anger flare up. She kept thinking about Chen Yan's methods; wasn't it also done discreetly? Why not… The two slept back to back without saying a word that night.

Around ten o'clock, a phone call woke Jin Ling up. She usually didn't sleep past nine o'clock, but last night she kept thinking about the three condoms in Chen Yan's house, and her lower body felt unbearably empty, so she didn't fall asleep until the early hours of the morning.

The call was from Chen Yan. Zhou Song didn't pay attention to Jin Ling's whereabouts. In his mind, Jin Ling was only good at gambling and incapable of anything else—in fact, he'd rather she cheated on him than gamble all day. So, he assumed it was just another gambling buddy calling because they were short one player and didn't think much of it.

Jin Ling answered the phone as if she'd done something wrong, then got out of bed to wash up. Zhou Song, meanwhile, continued his daydreaming.

***

Chen Yan was wearing a black lace-trimmed nightgown today, almost transparent like the white, thick nightgown she wore yesterday. The difference was that this one was more sexy and alluring, and she was also wearing a bra and panties, which were also sheer lace mesh. When Jin Ling saw her, her heart raced—only then did Jin Ling realize the advantage of having a good figure—at least she didn't have to wear those stiff bras to support her breasts.

As soon as she entered, Chen Yan teased, "Why are you sleeping so late today? Did you have a good time last night?" Chen Yan closed the door and walked straight to her bedroom, saying as she went, "I finished reading the novel. I must say, it's much more exciting than DVDs. Do you have any more? Bring me some to read." "You like it too? I have plenty. Zhou Song has a lot of this kind of stuff," Jin Ling replied without thinking much.

"Really? Zhou Song likes reading this too?" Chen Yan walked to the bedside, picked up a tissue box, and pointed to a pile of tissues. "It's because of this lousy novel of yours that I lost money yesterday!" "What happened?" Jin Ling leaned over, only to be met with a strong, fishy smell of semen. "Did another man come to 'seduce' you?" "Not 'seduce' me, but I invited them to 'fuck' me!" Chen Yan picked up the trash bag and continued, "Nothing was wrong last night, but after reading this lousy novel of yours, I was craving it so badly that I had to call them over and treat them to a free meal." "That's exaggerated? I've read many novels, and I've never felt this way!" Jin Ling said in surprise.

"If you don't go home at night, won't your husband be jealous?" Chen Yan asked.

"He doesn't care. Actually, I often don't go home, but it's just because I'm playing mahjong. If I don't go home after midnight, he knows I've definitely lost badly." Jin Ling also felt that Zhou Song trusted her a lot; otherwise, what wife wouldn't stay out all night after marriage?

"Your Zhou Song is really great. I wish I had such a good husband," Chen Yan said earnestly.

"I'll give Zhou Song to you, do you want him?" Jin Ling joked.

"Really? You're willing to spend that much? Hehe," Chen Yan laughed, then considered for a moment and said, "Well, I don't have anything to do today, so why don't you stay here with me?" "Wouldn't that be incredibly boring?" Jin Ling couldn't think of any good in staying here all day.

"Let's play mahjong."

"Who are we playing with?" Jin Ling nodded.

"There are plenty of people. I'll get some in a bit. You can sit in the living room and wait while I clean up." With that, Chen Yan got up, and Jin Ling followed her out of the bedroom.

Not long after Jin Ling left the bedroom, Chen Yan picked up the phone to call for help. She had her own plans. These two people couldn't be locals, and they had to know how to play the local sixteen-card mahjong game. She needed these two people to keep her company during the evening's performance.

The first choice was Old Huang. That old guy was a small foreman with a dozen or so strong men under him. He was also a bit richer than the migrant workers, so playing a couple of rounds of mahjong would definitely be no problem for him. He was also a long-time client of hers. So she dialed Old Huang's number.

"Hello...is this Lao Huang?"

"Oh...it's Xiao Yan. What's wrong, didn't you get your fill last night? Hahaha..." Lao Huang's lewd laughter came through the phone.

"You rascal, what are you saying! Are you free today?"

"Yeah, is your pussy itchy again? How many guys do you need this time? I'll be right there! Hahaha." "Yeah, itchy, I need you to stop the itch..." Chen Yan also laughed lewdly.

"Tell me, how many people do you want?"

"Listen to me," Chen Yan said in a low voice, "You got a good deal today. Let me ask you, do you want to have some fun with decent young women?" "Yes, what, have you started your own brothel?"

"If you want to, you have to listen to me, okay?"

"When have I ever not listened to you? Hehehe, yesterday you asked me to bring four people, and I did, didn't I? Hahaha..." "Bring a handsome guy over right now. He has to know how to play the local 16-card mahjong, otherwise, no matter how handsome he is, it's useless!" "Knowing how to have sex is enough, why does he have to know how to play the local mahjong?" Old Huang was a little confused.

"Anyway, that's it. Can you do it?"

"Sure, I've been here for more than half a year, and I can still find someone like this. Are you coming now?" "Yes, right away. Also, arrange for six or seven to come over at the usual time tonight. I guarantee you'll get something out of it. Whether you can have some decent young women depends on you!" Not long after, Old Huang arrived with a young man.

Jin Ling looked at the man called Old Huang and thought to herself: This old man! The man, short and stout, looked old enough to be Chen Yan's father.

Chen Yan laughed and said to Jin Ling in the local dialect, "Don't let his appearance fool you, he's a force to be reckoned with in bed. I've been through a lot with him. Hehe, that other young man has come a few times too, his penis is really thick and long." "Why are you telling me all this?" Jin Ling said shyly, wondering what their penises looked like.

"It's alright, they don't understand the local dialect." Then, Chen Yan said to them, "Come on, let's play mahjong." Old Huang then introduced the more refined young man as A Yong and led him into the study.

The group sat down in the guest room and started playing mahjong. Old Huang was a lecherous old man, and he and Chen Yan had been married for almost a hundred days, so he couldn't help but tell lewd jokes, and everyone played along with the laughter. There were wins and losses along the way, nothing major, but Old Huang's lecherous eyes kept darting around Jin Ling. He figured he was planning to take advantage of this respectable young woman tonight, and his gaze made Jin Ling feel incredibly uneasy, as if she had been stripped naked.

Soon, it got dark, and at six o'clock, Chen Yan announced that they were closing up shop. Jin Ling went to the kitchen to cook, while Old Huang left with A Yong.

Before leaving, Chen Yan whispered, "Don't forget, bring a few people at ten o'clock." Old Huang said, "How about eight more, including me?"

Chen Yan hesitated for a moment and said, "Eight is too many, six, six more, including you." Old Huang grinned lewdly, touching Chen Yan's breasts, and whispered, "Who do you want to bring? For free, right?" "Of course it's free if I call you," Chen Yan thought for a moment, "Think about whose dick is the biggest?" "You've already assessed all my men, don't you know why you're asking me?" Old Huang said.

"How could I possibly remember their names?" Chen Yan said, her cheeks flushed. "It would be best if they weren't here last night, because I'm not the main character tonight. Whether I can make her feel completely satisfied depends on you guys. Those guys shot too much on me yesterday, so I'm afraid there won't be much left today." "Can you guarantee you can definitely fuck that bitch?" Old Huang asked anxiously.

"She's been coming to me every day these past few days, telling me she hasn't been fucked in almost three months. As long as we put on a show to make her relax, and then let your studs fuck her to her heart's content, she won't have to worry about not being able to fuck you in the future." Chen Yan reached out and grabbed Old Huang's crotch. "Who knows, she'll be begging you to bring guys to fuck her every day. Then you won't have to spend so much money." "Is it okay if they're ugly?" Old Huang asked.

"As long as their dicks are big and hard, and they know how to fuck, who cares if they're ugly or handsome!" "Then..." Old Huang was a little worried.

"Speak up, what's with all this stammering!"

"How about Ah Niu and Jian Wu? You've been keeping them out of the way, haven't had a hole in half a month, have you?" Old Huang said.

"Okay, they're the ones, they're a bit ugly, but their dicks are big, anyway, they're not fucking me, hehe..." Chen Yan planned to put on a live sex show in front of Jin Ling to lure her in, but she wasn't sure if she was going to do it. If there were too many people, it would be hard to control the scene, and it would also scare Jin Ling; if there were too few people, she wouldn't be able to create an atmosphere, and she wouldn't be able to share with everyone. So she estimated that the six people she had would be her share from the start. She would flirt with these men first, and Jin Ling would watch, and then... After dinner, Chen Yan changed out of her suit and put on her black nightgown. She also took out another two-piece lace nightgown and gave it to Jin Ling, indicating that she should wear it.

Jinling looked at herself, embarrassed, and said, "Why wear pajamas so early? Besides... besides, I can't even fit into them." "What's wrong? You can't fit into them?" Chen Yan didn't understand. Jinling's chest didn't seem too small.

"I... my chest... is too small..." Jinling could barely hear herself saying anything.

Chen Yan heard this and then pulled out a one-piece nightgown, saying, "This one's finally wearable, right? You're always wearing those stiff bras, how can your breasts grow properly!" At first glance, it sounded reasonable, and Jin Ling didn't object: "How do you have so many sexy lingerie?" "Most of them were bought by my ex-husband, and some I bought myself. A woman's important thing isn't just looking pretty, but also being fun to be around, you know!" Chen Yan paused, then continued, "Being fun to be around isn't as simple as looking pretty. These days, men like big breasts and big butts, right? You also need to know how to wear lingerie. It's not just about taking your clothes off; it's a whole different story, hehe, that's what my ex-husband told me." "Look, take the two of us for example, we're both the same when we're naked, but I bet any man would be more attractive than you. Not because I have big breasts, but because I know better how to dress and style myself, and more importantly, I'm wild enough. Hehe." "..."

"Take it off, put this on. Tonight I'll teach you how to seduce men. Hehe." Chen Yan handed Jin Ling the nightgown, then pulled out a pair of panties and said, "Take off all your clothes, and put this on too. I guarantee you'll be irresistible. Why tie your small breasts up so tightly when you already have small breasts!" Jin Ling didn't suspect anything and obediently took off her clothes. Chen Yan looked at Jin Ling naked and said, "What are you covering up for? We're all women, what you have that I don't have! Oh my, you have so much pubic hair, hehe." "What are you laughing at?" Jin Ling felt uncomfortable from Chen Yan's laughter.

"Nothing, today that old Huang likes women with lots of pubic hair. When he fucked me, he always said my pubic hair was too little, like it was all taken off by men, hehe." "Hehe, but does it really take off?" Jin Ling asked, puzzled, while putting on the panties.

"How should I know? But maybe."

"Hey, why does it feel so cold?" Jinling touched her lower body and found herself touching her vulva. "Why is there a hole?" "This is for fun. You're so old-fashioned." Chen Yan reached out and touched Jinling's genitals. "Isn't this convenient? You don't even need to take off your pants to have sex." "It's so embarrassing!" Although she said that, she still put on the nightgown.

"Hmm, this looks a bit more interesting." Chen Yan circled Jinling twice and touched Jinling's breasts. "It's just that your breasts are too small, but it doesn't matter. They'll get bigger after being touched by men more often." "What did you say?" Jinling was a little nervous. Chen Yan's expression was like an old woman watching a novice prostitute enter the profession.

"What did I say? I said your breasts are too small, they need more men to touch them to make them bigger, don't you even know that!" "My husband touches them often too, but they don't necessarily get bigger!"

"Oh... it's been over two months since we had sex, and you still touch them often? Who are you trying to fool!" Chen Yan chuckled cruelly as she picked up a bottle of perfume from the dressing table, sprayed it on her armpits and genitals, then lifted Jin Ling's nightgown and sprayed some on her genitals as well.

Jin Ling immediately shook off Chen Yan's hand that was lifting her nightgown, nervously asking, "What are you doing? Spraying it?" Chen Yan said calmly, "No wonder Zhou Song doesn't sleep with you, you don't understand any romance at all. If I were a man, I wouldn't bother with you either!" "There are no men around now, and I'm not planning to seduce you, really!" Jin Ling laughed.

"You can't wear perfume without a man, you should treat it like a daily routine, like washing your face and brushing your teeth." "But... this perfume smells..." Jin Ling hesitated, wondering if she should say that the perfume smelled exactly like the perfumes of prostitutes she had smelled before.

"You mean this perfume is like something prostitutes use!" Chen Yan laughed and said again, "I'm a prostitute, so I'm not wrong. Do you know why prostitutes use this kind of scent?" "I... I don't know..." Jin Ling stammered.

"This scent easily makes men fantasize, and even more easily makes men hard, hehe." Chen Yan proudly waved the perfume in front of Jin Ling, "I guarantee you'll like using this perfume!" The two chatted for a while, and around nine o'clock, they lay on the bed together watching a DVD—. The DVD depicted a party held by a couples' club for newly joined couples, where the newly joined wife was gang-raped by a group of men, while the husband had sex with other men's wives.

At ten o'clock that night, Chen Yan's clients arrived.

The doorbell startled Jinling. "Who could it be so late?" "Just sit there and watch your DVD. I'll go check," Chen Yan said with a smile.

"You're going out dressed like that?" Jinling asked, somewhat worried.

"What else could I do?" Chen Yan got out of bed and stood up.

"Look at your butt, it's all wet..." Jinling wanted to laugh, but she wasn't much better off, she was soaked too, so she didn't dare move.

"What's the big deal? Just missing a man. Maybe I can even put on a live show for you tonight," she said, swaying her big butt as she went to answer the door.

Chen Yan stood behind the door and, through her observation eyes, saw Old Huang and five other men standing outside, all her male guests. She quietly opened the door and let them in, gesturing for them to be quiet.

As soon as the men entered, they started groping Chen Yan's body. Old Huang even reached down and grabbed at her vulva, getting his hand covered in semen before laughing, "You slut, you're already this wet before you even come in." Chen Yan slapped away their hands and said, "You all have to listen to me today. If it works out, you'll have fresh cunts to fuck later." "Tell me, I can't wait any longer," said a short, ugly, and burly man.

Chen Yan glanced at him. If these men weren't her clients, she wouldn't have paid any attention to him. He looked terrible, with a mismatched mouth and nose, and several yellow teeth. She couldn't understand who would marry him except for prostitutes. No wonder he was in such a hurry.

"Who here isn't in a hurry? If you're so eager, go lick her tender cunt!" Chen Yan said irritably.

"So what if I lick it? What's the big deal!" the ugly man said. Generally, clients don't lick a prostitute's vulva because that place has been used by too many people. For example, Chen Yan has been a prostitute for so long, and she has always performed oral sex on her clients, but no client has ever performed oral sex on her. That's why Chen Yan tested them with oral sex. But Old Huang had instructed these men before he went back. This time, they were going to rape a housewife, and the ugly man got the first time. Jin Ling never imagined that her ladylike life would be ended by such an ugly man—a true "devil terminator."

"Old Huang, don't you like hairy ones? You've hit the jackpot. You'll have to do it with me first, and it'd be best if you could ejaculate quickly so you can save your energy for your favorite sexy hairy cunt." After some careful preparation, the men followed Chen Yan into the bedroom.

The video on the screen was still playing. Jin Ling never expected that when the bedroom door opened, it wasn't just Chen Yan who came in. There were also six rustic and ugly men. She unconsciously pulled a sheet over herself.

"What...what are they doing here?" Jinling looked at Chen Yan timidly.

"Don't be nervous, they're my old flames, nothing will happen. I'll let you see my live show for free today, hehe," Chen Yan said with a wicked smile, then turned to the men, "Why are you all standing there? You're the ones who're here to 'scam' me, and I'll still charge you." "I...I...I'd better go back..." Jinling said softly.

"Didn't you promise to stay with me tonight? It's okay!" Chen Yan didn't want her to leave, otherwise she would be at a huge loss.

"Aren't you going to introduce them?" Old Huang glanced at Jin Ling, who was wrapped in a bed sheet, and turned to Chen Yan, saying, "The night is too short!" "Oh, I forgot, she's a very good friend of mine, named Jin Ling, thirty years old this year. She's a married woman, don't get the wrong idea." Chen Yan smiled and pointed at Jin Ling, saying to the men, "Old Huang, you introduce them, I don't even know your names!" Old Huang, with his fat belly protruding, introduced himself to Jin Ling: I'm a foreman at this construction site over there, from Sichuan, 54 years old this year, hehe, you can just call me Old Huang. Then, pointing to the young man she had played mahjong with at noon, she said, "I met him earlier today. He's my nephew, Han Yong. Just call him Yong. He's 24, quite young, isn't he? But don't let his youth fool you, he's had his share of prostitutes. This man standing behind me is Jianwu, 38 years old and unmarried..." Jinling looked at the man Lao Huang was pointing at. Jianwu was no laughing matter. No wonder he couldn't find a wife. His face was full of wrinkles, his nose was big, his eyes were small, and his mouth was crooked. He looked alright when he wasn't smiling, but when he did, it looked like he was crying. He had lost several yellow teeth, and the rest looked like autumn leaves about to fall. Jinling couldn't help but look at Chen Yan, wondering how she could let such a man have sex with her?

Old Huang pointed to a thin man sitting by the dressing table and continued, "This is Wang Yi, 36 years old, married, my neighbor. Don't let his thinness fool you, he's the best at fucking, haha." Jin Ling followed Old Huang's introduction, looked at Wang Yi, and thought, "This guy isn't so bad, just skinny, like a skinny monkey. How good can he be in bed?

" "Old Niu, Old Niu..." Old Huang called out.

"Coming, coming!" A man not much better looking than Jianwu ran out of the bathroom, pulling up his pants.

"This is Old Niu, 36 years old, married. Hey, where's Tiger?"

"Still peeing!" Old Niu said.

Old Huang said to Jin Ling, "The rest is Tiger, 18 years old this year, just graduated from middle school and started working with me. He's pretty well-behaved, but not a virgin. His virginity was taken by that slut, Ayan." He then turned to Chen Yan and said, "Am I right? Huh?"

"Even if you're not wrong, fine!" Chen Yan walked to the dressing table, pulled out a drawer, took out a digital video camera, and handed it to Jin Ling. "You help me film it. They used to film it themselves, but you film it today." "I...I..." Jin Ling was worried that if she got out of bed, the wet patch on her buttocks would be exposed. "I don't know how to use it..." "I'll have Jianwu teach you how. Come on, what am I supposed to do if you keep taking up the bed? Hehe." Saying that, she pulled off the sheet and dragged Jin Ling off the bed. Then she turned to the ugly man and said, "You help Xiao Ling." The ugly man walked to Jin Ling's side. Jin Ling glanced at him and still couldn't understand why Chen Yan would let such an ugly person have sex with her—she had never been a prostitute and didn't know that it was only the customer who chose the prostitute, not the other way around. Moreover, Chen Yan had only been familiar with this level of clients at He Mei's brothel; how could she possibly be familiar with anything more upscale? And she never imagined that this ugly man would take her virginity, leading to her downfall—but that's a story for another time.

"Oh…", Jin Ling walked to the side. Looking again, besides the ugly Jianwu, the other five men were standing around the bed, their clothes off, revealing their strong muscles. Their penises, of various shapes, hung limply like dead snakes. The boy, Hu Zai, still looked very young, but his hand was already caressing Chen Yan's breasts. His penis, however, was rock hard, its grotesque glans glistening with the reflection of precum beneath the sparse pubic hair, twitching defiantly.

It was the first time Jin Ling had seen other men's penises, so she stared intently. The others, also intending to lure her into a trap, paid no attention to Jin Ling's actions, focusing entirely on Chen Yan's alluring flesh. Looking at the skinny monkey again, Jin Ling couldn't help but laugh. The name was quite fitting; the skinny monkey was entirely grayish-black, as if he'd been blackened by strong smoke. His pubic hair was thick, black, and abundant, similar to Zhou Song's, but his penis wasn't particularly large, still limp and hanging down.

A Yong and A Niu climbed onto the bed and knelt beside Chen Yan. Chen Yan began rubbing a penis in each hand, occasionally moaning softly. Old Huang, having also hardened his short, thick penis, pulled and spread Chen Yan's legs, exposing her already soaked vulva to Jin Ling. He knelt between her legs, one hand holding his penis, rubbing it back and forth against Chen Yan's vulva.

Jin Ling had never seen another woman's vulva so closely before, not even her own. Unconsciously, she took a step forward. When the ugly man Jianwu saw her move forward, he was secretly delighted, as if he had discovered a new continent. It turned out that the stimulation from watching the DVD earlier had not yet dissipated, and Jin Ling, still shaken by the vivid and erotic scene, was unaware that she felt a numb and itchy sensation in her vulva. She did not know that her vaginal fluid had gathered and dripped onto the spot where she had been standing, wetting a patch of ground. With her slight movement, a drop of fluid that had been hanging on her labia majora also dripped down. No wonder the ugly man Jianwu was secretly delighted.

She was oblivious to her awkward situation, simply holding the camera while her eyes were fixed on Chen Yan's genitals—sparse pubic hair, shaped like an inverted equilateral triangle, one corner pointing directly at the alluring pink cleft, the mons pubis full, and under the pressure of Lao Huang's thick, dark penis, vaginal fluid seeped from the cleft, glistening and captivating, like lipstick making the labia red and tempting. She not only compared it to her own genitals, but also felt that hers wasn't as beautiful as Chen Yan's.

"Oh...you bastard...stop rubbing...oh...put it in..." Chen Yan gradually lay down, repeatedly thrusting her lower body, hoping to use her vagina to envelop Lao Huang's penis.

"Slut, you put on so much perfume every day just to seduce men?" the skinny monkey lewdly chuckled.

These words made Jin Ling uneasy. The fragrance mostly emanated from her own body; Chen Yan had sprayed too much at the time. Although she knew the skinny monkey wasn't referring to her, she still felt embarrassed thinking about her attire.

"You slut, want to be fucked?" Old Huang said, rubbing his penis against Chen Yan's vulva while his rough right hand caressed her inner thighs.

"Oh...you...you devil...I...can't take it anymore...please...oh...put it in...put it in!" Chen Yan moaned, reaching out to grab Old Huang's buttocks and pressing them hard against her crotch.

"Want to be fucked? Call me your dear husband and I'll fuck you!" Old Huang teased her.

"Dear...dear husband...I want it...please...dear husband..." Old Huang then slowly inserted his penis into Chen Yan's vagina, and at the same time, Chen Yan raised her head and let out a long "oh...", looking satisfied as if she had completed a task.

A Yong and Lao Niu, kneeling beside Chen Yan, began rubbing their penises against her face. Chen Yan cooperated, sometimes swallowing A Yong's penis, sometimes licking Lao Niu's testicles. Soon, both penises were no longer limp; each one stood erect. Lao Niu's penis was enormous, comparable to the penises of black men in Western films. Jin Ling wondered what it would be like to have such a penis inserted.

Chen Yan was indeed a slut; soon, her vulva was covered in white foam, which "plop plop" gushed out with each thrust of Lao Huang's thick, short penis.

Chen Yan licked the left penis one moment, then the right, occasionally lifting her body to meet Lao Huang's thrusts, busy and enjoying herself immensely, letting out pleasurable moans from her throat... Jin Ling had never seen such a stimulating live performance before, let alone one with multiple men. She stared at Lao Huang and Chen Yan's joined bodies, watching Chen Yan's labia rise and fall with Lao Huang's thrusts. This scene was far more stimulating than pornographic films or erotic novels, to the point that she forgot to film it.

It was the ugly man Jianwu who reminded her; he was also attracted by the scene, but he hadn't forgotten his duty—a respectable young woman was waiting for him to deflower her. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself, standing behind Jin Ling and scrutinizing her—this girl had a good figure, with a waist and hips, but unfortunately, her breasts were a bit too small. But then again, after playing with so many men, a little treat now and then wouldn't be so bad.

After thinking for a moment, Zhiqiang approached Jinling. Seeing her eyes fixed on the genitals of the men on the bed, he gently tugged at her hand and whispered, "Uh... I'll teach you how to use this thing." Jinling snapped out of her daze, unaware that the ugly man had also stripped naked. His dark skin showed marks as if he had been in a mud pit without bathing, and his penis hanging between his legs was even larger than Zhou Song's when erect—how could such an ugly man have such a big penis! Thinking this, the tingling sensation from her lower body intensified, and her breathing became more rapid. Despite her feelings, she had to face reality. But facing these naked, unfamiliar men, so incredibly ugly, made her very uneasy. She didn't know what to do, forgetting that her alluring body, barely covered by lace, had already been a feast for the eyes of these men. Leaving was impossible, so she could only raise the camera… Meanwhile, Old Huang, instructed by Chen Yan to finish quickly, was exhausted after his energetic performance and thrust even harder, the sounds of his thrusts becoming increasingly urgent.

The ugly man, Jianwu, deliberately moved closer to Jinling, pressing his slightly erect penis against her buttocks. His left hand slipped under her left armpit to lightly touch her breast, while his right hand guided the camera in her hand. Jinling was captivated by the scene and didn't notice the details, or perhaps she herself craved the penis rubbing against her buttocks to penetrate her long-parched honeypot.

With a few muffled shouts—"Oh...oh...oh..."—Old Huang thrust his penis hard into Chen Yan's vulva, trembling as if he wanted to stuff his body into Chen Yan's vagina as well. Chen Yan also gave up the two penises standing in front of her, hugged Old Huang's buttocks with both hands, wrapped her legs around Old Huang's waist, and let out a series of moans.

Time seemed to freeze. After a moment of expected silence, Old Huang withdrew his penis, and Ugly Jianwu half-embraced, half-pulled Jinling to stand directly opposite Chen Yan, with her back to the dressing table. He then made her point the camera at Chen Yan's still-open vulva, and they could see a white, cloudy liquid slowly flowing out. Under the constant stimulation, Jinling had long forgotten everything else, while Ugly Jianwu openly and legitimately began to fondle Jinling's breasts. Jinling accepted his caresses with pleasure, her phoenix eyes slightly closed as she softly moaned... Before the semen could flow out of Chen Yan's vagina, A Yong had already turned... Reaching Chen Yan's crotch, he straightened his penis, twisted his waist—Chen Yan let out another long and pleasurable moan, accompanied by a "plop" sound from her vagina, much louder than the sound of Lao Huang's thrusting. While A Yong's penis wasn't as large as A Niu's or Chou Nan Jian Wu's, it was still quite distinctive, especially since the glans was much larger than the shaft and longer than Lao Huang's. His penis was completely inside, and the semen and Lao Huang's remaining fluids in Chen Yan's vagina were naturally squeezed out with each thrust, making A Yong's pubic hair wet before he began to thrust again.

The scene was too lewd. Jin Ling couldn't help but think about why Zhou Song was so enthusiastic about persuading her to become a prostitute; only by experiencing it firsthand could she feel such exhilarating pleasure. If she were the one lying on the bed, how comfortable that would be—her vagina filled with the semen of a strange man, while another strange man was about to ejaculate his own semen there! The waves of pleasure emanating from her breasts reminded her of Zhou Song's tongue; he would lick her genitals, even if her vagina had been penetrated by him—she wondered if he would lick her vulva after it had been penetrated by someone else.

The ugly man, Jianwu, no longer held Jinling's hand holding the camera, but instead stroked her inner thighs through her nightgown. Seeing that Jinling didn't object, he lifted the nightgown and gently caressed her vulva. Jianwu, being a migrant worker, had rough, cracked hands that, upon touch, were a level above Zhou Song's delicate touch, bringing Jinling endless pleasure. Jinling felt the immense pleasure from the large hands gently caressing her labia and tilted her head back.

At this moment, Jianwu gave Lao Huang a look, and Lao Huang came over, taking over Jianwu's work from his left hand, kneading Jinling's breasts. Jianwu slowly squatted down; he had to lick this woman's vulva and eventually put her on the bed—actually, putting Jinling on the bed wouldn't be a problem, but he had to ensure everything went smoothly.

So, while using his left hand instead of his right to continue caressing Jinling's vulva, his right hand slowly moved down from the base of her thigh.

Jinling, however, was oblivious to everything else; her senses were overwhelmed by lust. She had never experienced such pleasure before. Her breasts were being kissed and kneaded, and the tingling sensation from her lower body was spreading throughout her body. Unconsciously, she lifted her left leg following Jianwu's caresses… Knowing success was near, the ugly Jianwu, following the momentum of Jinling's raised leg, lifted her left leg onto the dressing table. Jinling then leaned against Lao Huang, whose head, through her left armpit and through her nightgown, was sucking on her breast with a "tsk tsk" sound. Her right leg hung limply on the ground, while her left leg rested on the dressing table. Her mons pubis, protruding from her open-crotch panties, was displayed before Jianwu's eyes. Because her legs were open, the opening and closing of her vagina revealed a glistening vulva, giving her originally grayish-black labia some life.

Jianwu thought to himself, "Is this a respectable young woman? Her vulva is so dark, she doesn't look like a respectable young woman at all. Her pubic hair is so dark and thick, this is Old Huang's favorite type. Since she is a respectable young woman, then so be it." So he pressed his bearded mouth against Jinling's vulva... "Ah..." Jinling let out a loud and pleasurable cry. Her vulva, which was unbearably itchy, was being stimulated by something like a pineapple. She knew someone was licking her vulva, and she knew it was the ugly man, Jianwu. But she was already immersed in the sensual pleasure of lust. Her left hand was rubbing Lao Huang's hair, pressing Lao Huang's head hard against her breasts, while her other hand, which was supporting the camera, rested on the ugly man's head... After more than ten minutes of rape, A Yong was covered in sweat. Chen Yan was enjoying A Yong's cum, while sucking Lao Niu's cock. At the same time, she did not forget to check on Jinling's situation. Seeing Jinling's intoxicated appearance, she knew that Jinling had fallen into the trap she had carefully designed, so she enjoyed it with peace of mind, and her moans grew louder and louder.

Chapter Four: Falling into the Ladies' Lustful Cave.

A few minutes later, A-Yong increased the intensity of his thrusts, each time plunging deep inside, making Chen Yan moan repeatedly. Then, A-Yong also ejaculated a second wave of semen into Chen Yan's vagina, and at the same time, Chen Yan reached her first orgasm.

A-Yong rested for a moment, then withdrew his limp penis from Chen Yan's vagina. Yellowish-white foam covered his entire penis, but the large glans was still extended, making it look even more ferocious. A-Yong moved to Chen Yan's head, while A-Niu got off the bed and sat on the sofa. Because Chen Yan wanted to make Jin Ling addicted to lust, she especially wanted A-Niu and Jianwu's two biggest penises to fire their first shot inside Jin Ling, making her unable to stop. So A-Niu had to get off the bed and wait. Skinny Monkey took A-Yong's place, positioned his penis, and began to fuck her.

Chen Yan opened her mouth and took A-Yong's penis, which had just been pulled out of her vagina, into her mouth and began to lick it.

Jinling was still being attacked from both sides by Lao Huang and Jianwu, and before she knew it, she had been moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Without Jianwu needing to spread her legs, she obediently spread them apart, sitting in an M-shape. Jianwu didn't dare stop, constantly brushing her clitoris with his beard, and then sticking out his tongue to stir around Jinling's vaginal opening, causing waves of vaginal fluid to gush out, which at least kept Jianwu from getting thirsty.

Lao Huang, meanwhile, was busy sucking on her left breast and then biting her right, equally engrossed in his own pleasure. Everyone knows that breasts are a woman's erogenous zone, but for Jinling, they were her primary erogenous zone. Under the caresses of an unfamiliar man, Jinling experienced a surge of pleasure, which made her lower body feel increasingly empty. So... Jinling freed her left hand from pressing down on Lao Huang's head and grabbed Jianwu's hair—every man knows that at this moment, anyone could do anything as long as something was inserted into her vagina—Jianwu wasn't stupid. He stood up, and Jinling's hands followed his movement, moving from his head down to his chest and then down... At this moment, Jianwu's penis was fully erect. Not to mention that Jinling had never touched one before, even Chen Yan rarely experienced being manipulated by such a huge penis. Otherwise, she wouldn't have arranged for Jianwu and A Niu to be the first to have sex. This enormous penis sent a surge of excitement through Jin Ling's heart—it must be twice as thick as Zhou Song's, almost as big as her wrist in her hand, and at least 25 centimeters long, while Zhou Song's was only 14 centimeters long… Jin Ling held the ugly man Jianwu's penis and rubbed it against her vagina. She wasn't sure if she should let this man have sex with her. On one hand, she was completely unfamiliar with him, and she had a husband, so she had too many concerns; on the other hand, this man was really too ugly. But the pleasure emanating from her breasts, Chen Yan's moans, and the semen she had just witnessed flowing from Chen Yan's vagina—all of this made her lose her bearings. Now she needed a penis to penetrate her body—anyone's penis.

She squinted at the man's penis standing between her legs—she dared not look at the man's face, afraid that it would dissipate the existing pleasure. At the same time, she also saw that A Niu had somehow taken the camera she had been holding, and his mouth was now kissing her leg… So lewd, so lewd!!! She closed her eyes and followed Lao Huang's movements, lying down on the bed, but still clinging to Jianwu's enormous penis. Adjusting her sleeping position, she tried to shove the massive rod towards her vagina, but Jianwu didn't cooperate. Jinling had no choice but to open her eyes again, looking at the ugly Jianwu with a mournful expression… Jianwu grinned, a grin that sounded more like a cry, as he used his hand to probe Jinling's vulva, saying, "Want to be fucked?" Jinling closed her eyes, but her long-parched vagina forced out a soft "hmm," making her face flush red, making her look even more beautiful.

"Quickly spread your legs," Jianwu said with a lewd grin.

Although the words were somewhat harsh to Jin Ling's ears, she subconsciously released Jian Wu's penis and instead used both hands to grasp her vulva. However, she was wearing open-crotch panties, so she had no leverage. She simply used one hand to spread her already large labia apart, making it appear as if the panties were an extension of her body, which drew lewd laughter from the crowd. However, since they had already seen and touched her, Jin Ling didn't care and said, "Come on..." If Zhou Song had heard this, he would have immediately mounted her, because he had never heard Jin Ling speak such lewd words. But now it was the ugly man Jian Wu who was mounting her. They had a plan. They had already heard Chen Yan say in the front hall that this woman hadn't tasted a penis for nearly three months—their mission was to make her forever obsessed, abandoning morality and ethics, and enjoying endless sexual pleasure—so the ugly man Jian Wu didn't penetrate her, but continued to rub against the entrance of Jin Ling's vagina.

"Oh...hum...ah..." Heavy, rapid breathing accompanied by muffled moans escaped Jinling's lips.

The ugly man, Jianwu, rubbed her vagina harder as he spoke, "You said your cunt is a slut, that you like being fucked by men, and you want us all to fuck you..." "I..." Jinling hesitated, thinking that all men were like that, always wanting people to say such embarrassing things.

Old Niu had somehow stood up and was intently filming. He frequently zoomed in on Jinling's face, chest, and vulva, and occasionally turned the camera to each person speaking—apparently, he had gained some insights from filming.

Jianwu gently inserted the head of his large penis into Jinling's wet, lustful hole, then quickly withdrew it. Jinling let out a soft "uh," the throbbing, overwhelming pleasure flashing by. She tried to grasp it but couldn't. In her desperation, she cried out, "I'm a slut, I like being fucked by men, I... I beg everyone... to fuck me... hurry... please... put it in..." As she spoke, she reached for Jianwu's buttocks again.

But this time, she didn't need to. Jianwu gently and slowly inserted his enormous penis into Jinling's vagina—a process that was slow and profound, at least for Jinling—she reached out and tightly gripped Jianwu's buttocks, pressing them forcefully against her groin—as the penis gradually penetrated deeper into her vagina, she felt her entire body melting, and her throat seemed to suddenly be choked by a lot of sweet liquid, rendering her speechless, only a sharp and long "ah" resounding through her heavy breathing—she had orgasmed!

"So fast?" the ugly man muttered in surprise. "I just went in, not even fully in yet!" At this moment, Chen Yan, who was enjoying the skinny man's thrusts, chuckled lewdly and said intermittently, "Oh...you...I...ah...didn't I tell you...she is...oh...hoo...a respectable young woman...where...where...like me..." "Like what? Like you, a respectable slut? Hahaha," the skinny man said, thrusting even harder, as if he had a grudge against Chen Yan and wanted to fuck her until she rolled her eyes back.

"I still prefer respectable sluts!" the ugly man Jianwu murmured, but his lower body did not stop. After Jin Ling's hands holding his buttocks loosened slightly, he began to thrust back and forth with nine shallow thrusts and one deep one. The sound of the penis slapping and the two women's lewd moans filled and spread the lewd atmosphere throughout the space.

"Why?" Chen Yan spat out the penis in her mouth and chuckled lewdly.

"She...hey...her hole seems pretty wide...unlike yours, which is so tight..." Jianwu panted as he thrust his lower body. "No matter how I fuck her...she doesn't seem like a respectable young woman..." Jinling slowly woke up from her orgasm. Hearing the ugly Jianwu's words, she was so ashamed she almost wanted to disappear. Zhou Song often told her that her vagina was too wide, but she never expected that Jianwu, who had a penis twice the size of Zhou Song's, would also say that her vagina was too loose. She couldn't help but feel sorry for Zhou Song. She didn't dare to open her eyes to look at him, only squinting and peeking out. She saw that A Niu was filming her with a camera. In a panic, she cried out:

"You...you...why are you filming me...ah..." Jinling shuddered as Jianwu continued to thrust deeply into her, almost ejaculating again.

With Jianwu's thrusting, pleasure once again swept over Jinling's body. She couldn't help but lovingly stroke Jiannan's back, then caress and fondle his strong buttocks—she had forgotten about filming—pleasure, she knew pleasure, that intense, soaring climax was about to envelop her again—she needed pleasure and climax.

Jiannan's thrusting changed from nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, then eight shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, then seven shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. As their breathing became heavier, the thrusting eventually became deep and shallow—Jinling felt a huge, hard, and hot penis thrusting into her vagina, the penis piercing deep into her heart again and again, almost reaching her throat, making her speechless—she knew even more that this was a penis different from her husband's—a stranger's penis, a huge and lovely penis—and so, she began to soar, as if in the clouds. The goddess, finally, a surge of heat—no, not just one, but many surges of heat—rushed into her womb, like a fire suddenly igniting in the freezing winter night—not a fire, but a ring of fire, enveloping her—making her feel blissfully ascend…ascend…ascend… Jiannan's penis plunged straight into Jinling's vagina, their thick pubic hair overlapping, glistening from the smear, making it impossible to distinguish whose hair belonged to whose, as if they were inherently one. Aniu didn't miss a single moment, permanently recording this tender scene in his camera, and of course, in his mind as well. Aniu handed the camera to Huzi, rubbed his own penis, and waited for Jiannan to make way.

At the same time, Chen Yan and Shouhou both reached orgasm. Shouhou ejaculated a third wave of semen into Chen Yan's vagina, and Chen Yan reached her first orgasm of the night. Skinny Monkey and Strong Man seemed to have a tacit understanding. After they pulled out their slightly limp penises, they switched partners. Skinny Monkey climbed to Jin Ling's head side, while Strong Man went to Chen Yan's head side.

After they switched places, Lao Niu filled the gap left by Jian Nan, walked to Jin Ling's crotch, straightened his penis, and inserted it into her vagina, which had already leaked a little semen. Another long "Ah..." made Jin Ling open her tightly closed mouth, and the skinny monkey's limp penis, full of white and yellowish saliva mixed with semen, fell right into Jin Ling's mouth. Then came a series of dazed "woo woo" sounds... Jin Ling only felt a brief emptiness after Jian Nan withdrew his penis, and then she was immediately filled up again. Then she smelled a strong, acrid odor. When she closed her mouth, there was a penis in her mouth that looked like a marshmallow. She slightly opened her eyes and first saw the shiny thick hair wet with semen and saliva. Looking up, she saw the skinny monkey's lewd smile looking at her. She had no choice but to close her eyes again, but she couldn't bear to spit out the penis in her mouth, and the pleasure in her body began to rise again... She knew that this time it wasn't Jianwu, but another equally ugly and unfamiliar man. She also knew that she was doing something that she herself couldn't condone—she wouldn't even do such a thing for Zhou Song, but she couldn't resist the pleasure—so, she began to savor the skinny monkey's cotton candy penis... It seems that any woman with a history of oral sex wouldn't let go of any penis near her mouth, no matter what that penis had just done—that was the conclusion!

Tiger handed the camera to A-Yong again, and Tiger went to take over the skinny monkey's position. A-Yong seemed to have a special fondness for Chen Yan, and turned the camera to film Chen Yan.

Chen Yan was licking the ugly man Jianwu's penis, her legs spread wide, her genitals a mess. Her mons pubis, after being manipulated by the three men, appeared even more alluringly red. However, her inner thighs, pubic hair, and buttocks were covered in a mixture of white and yellowish foam, a mixture of semen and hormones. Her vaginal opening was also opening and closing, flowing out milky white and viscous semen. Hu Zi was already holding his penis and squeezing the flowing semen back in. The camera gradually zoomed in on her chest. Her rapid breathing caused her full breasts to rise and fall in waves. With Hu Zi's penetration, Chen Yan's chest arched, her abdomen contracted, her head tilted back, and she let out a soft "Ah..." Then her breasts surged back and forth with Hu Zi's thrusts—truly "turbulent waves"!

Meanwhile, Jinling was being manipulated by Lao Niu. She had never felt anything like it before—when Zhou Song manipulated her, she rarely had two orgasms, and those orgasms were always achieved through Zhou Song's strenuous efforts, alternating between oral sex, caresses, and vaginal penetration—a series of opportunistic tricks. But not today—the pleasure was continuous, uninterrupted, her vagina constantly filled with sexual bliss. The migrant worker's stamina was indeed incomparable to Zhou Song's; the orgasm she experienced this time was the result of genuine skill, and this gave her an unprecedented sense of pleasure and enjoyment—her vagina was constantly filled with a thick, hard, and hot penis, and her uterus contained the man's warm semen—she even wished this pleasure could last forever.

Semen—in her uterus? Jinling suddenly became much more awake. Opening her eyes, the lewd scene was real—Chen Yan's 36D breasts were heaving back and forth under Hu Zai's young physique. Two penises stood erect in front of her, one belonging to Skinny Monkey and the other to Old Huang, both gleaming. Skinny Monkey's penis had just sprang from her mouth, while Old Huang's penis was still limp and drooping between her legs… "Yan… Yan… Sister… I… Oh oh oh…" Jinling whispered, her voice so soft that she could barely hear it herself, but everyone else heard it.

"Slut…" A Niu, who was vigorously fucking her, said, "Hoo… your… Old Niu… fuck… hoo… is it good?" "Oh… oh… ah…" A Niu thrust hard, causing Jinling to moan loudly.

"Ah Jian, after you fucked this woman, it won't be easy for any of us to satisfy her…" Old Huang grinned lewdly, rubbing his penis against Jinling's lips with one hand.

"Don't blame me!" Jianwu, the ugly man enjoying Chen Yan's oral service, chuckled. "That woman is already wide, it's more fun to fuck Xiaoyan...hehehe..." "..." Jinling didn't know what to do. She had been fucked by that ugly man and was being humiliated like this. She felt wronged—was it really like Zhou Song said, that even as a prostitute, no one wanted to fuck her? She had forgotten that she hadn't used contraception and that the man's semen was still inside her. She thought about how to become a woman that men liked... "I like women like you, with lots and dark pubic hair, you look much sexier..." Lao Huang said to Jinling.

As if to repay him, Jinling opened her mouth and took Lao Huang's penis in, licking it carefully. She would occasionally pull back the foreskin and lick the glans, and then lick from the testicles all the way to Lao Huang's anus, making Lao Huang laugh lewdly and exclaim that he was enjoying it.

The first time her body was presented to others, it was under the gaze and manipulation of so many people. Jinling couldn't understand why. Was it as Zhou Song said—that all women have a wanton nature, or was she suited to be a prostitute? Skinny Monkey and Old Huang's hands were constantly kneading her breasts, a feeling different from Zhou Song's tenderness, even more comfortable and stimulating—could I really be suited to be a prostitute?

When Jinling thought of the word "prostitute" for the second time, she seemed to have made up her mind that she was suited to be a prostitute, because she discovered that being a prostitute had many advantages, the most obvious being—her vagina was always being filled… Before she could think further, A Niu's thrusts became more and more rapid. She knew A Niu was about to climax, but she also knew that she herself was experiencing a series of orgasms. Jianwu's semen gushed out from A Niu's huge penis, making their genitals even more unbearable than Chen Yan's. At this moment, "Oh oh oh… oh oh… oh… ah—"

Jinling experienced her first consecutive third orgasm, her eyes rolling back, almost fainting. If Jianwu's first orgasm taught her the satisfaction of sexual climax, and the second was enough to make her forget her husband and children (if there were any), then the third orgasm that Aniu created for her would plunge her into a vortex of carnal desire.

After her orgasm, she groaned weakly, her chest heaving in an arc almost exceeding the height of her breasts. The afterglow of her orgasm was gradually enveloped by the rapid thrusting of Aniu's still-hot penis inside her vagina, and she slowly awoke, her hazy, seductive eyes filled with love as she looked at Aniu, who was working hard and sweating profusely, while simultaneously stroking his back… Aniu was still working hard, the sounds of their bodies colliding, the heavy male breathing, and the occasional light… The high-pitched moans combined to create a wonderful heavenly melody… “Oh…oh oh…oh…” This sound came from Old Niu’s mouth as he forcefully thrust his penis deep into Jinling’s vagina and began to release his semen. His penis throbbed continuously inside Jinling’s uterus—he had given away half a month’s worth of his essence and his offspring without reservation into Jinling’s uterus, merging them with Jianwu’s semen that was already inside Jinling… “…Don’t ejaculate…ah…inside…” …Jinling felt the pleasure brought by the watering, but it also reminded her of the fact that she hadn't used contraception. However, when she cried out no, her vagina contracted like a baby sucking milk, as if trying to draw out A Niu's blood. A Niu had already completed his basic male function of animal mating. All that remained was his penis, which was gradually shrinking inside Jinling, and the ever-expanding sense of satisfaction in Jinling's heart… Jinling tasted the slight emptiness brought by the shrinking and softening of his penis, and also the lewd pleasure of the two streams of semen mixing in her uterus. Now she needed to keep these little things. She couldn't let her vagina be empty. She didn't know that her body had become more and more sensitive after being penetrated by two men. She just wanted her vagina to be filled with happiness like her uterus at all times. "Old… Old Huang…" Jinling said shyly, licking Old Huang's erect penis again. "You…" "What are you doing?" Old Huang said. He really didn't know why Jinling called her.

Meanwhile, Chen Yan was entangled with Hu Zai. Young people always have boundless energy; though lacking in skill, they possessed abundant stamina. Chen Yan panted, knowing she couldn't let Jin Ling escape her plan. She wanted to transform Jin Ling into a tool for making money, or at least a companion. Therefore, she had to completely change Jin Ling's views on sex today.

Knowing she needed to speak up, and not wanting Jin Ling to feel too ashamed, Chen Yan gasped, "Hu Zai, you…slow down…Old…oh…ah…Huang, Old Huang…Jin Ling wants you to fuck her…" Then she turned to Jin Ling, saying, "What's so shameful about fucking? I…ah…Hu…be gentle…just like…ah…so…so hot…oh…so…comfortable…" It turned out that Hu Zai's pleasure was short-lived. After a few more thrusts, he ejaculated into Chen Yan's uterus, merging with the semen of Old Huang, A Yong, and Shou Hou.

A Niu pulled out his limp penis, switched places with Lao Huang, climbed onto Jin Ling, and held his penis, covered in semen and vaginal fluid, to Jin Ling's mouth. Jin Ling smiled seductively and looked at him tenderly before taking the penis into her mouth and licking it carefully. Lao Huang, meanwhile, guided his penis into Jin Ling's vagina, which had been wide open by the two large penises, and began to fuck her.

Jin Ling's vagina, which had been opened by the two giant penises, was surprisingly sensitive, something she herself hadn't expected. Jin Ling was quickly overwhelmed by waves of pleasure.

Chen Yan hugged Hu Zai, who was lying on top of her, and gently stroked Hu Zai's fair skin, saying, "The rest of you can have Jin Ling. You can arrange the order yourselves. I can help you regain your virility..." The ugly man Jian Wu stammered, "I...I want to fuck you..." Jin Ling listened to Jian Wu's words, her mouth still holding A Niu's penis, but in her heart she cursed this ugly man a thousand times—this ugly pig, you're letting me fuck you and you're still being picky! Even so, she couldn't help but feel sad—was she really that bad? Did such an ugly man not want to sleep with her? With a hardened heart, she bit her lip hard, which caused Ah Niu a lot of trouble—"Ah...why did you bite me!" Ah Niu rubbed her vagina.

"I...I'm sorry...I...I didn't...I didn't mean to..." Jin Ling gasped shyly. Chen Yan watched, amused. On one hand, she didn't want to be with such an ugly man and wanted to teach the ugly Jianwu a lesson; on the other hand, she wanted to give Jin Ling more pleasure, and at the same time, she wanted to test Jin Ling. So she said, "This...you should ask Jin Ling...see if she wants you. I can't very well compete with her for you!" Saying that, she turned to Jin Ling and asked, "Do you want to give Jianwu to me?" "..." This stumped Jin Ling. She was originally a spectator, but now she had become the main character. Not only that, but overnight, she had not only cheated on her husband with another man... *And it wasn't just one man. She always made her husband wear a hat when they were intimate, yet she was intimate with strangers. For her, this night she had lost many things, including dignity, trust, and love, but she had also gained something—sexual pleasure. The warmth filling her body continued, and the pleasure was expanding. Every inch of her skin was fully experiencing the nourishment of sex. Therefore, she decided to continue this life… She also wanted to get back at the ugly man, Jianwu, and more importantly, the pleasure was intensifying, so she remained silent—or rather, she responded with moans of "Oh… Oh…".

"There's nothing I can do," Chen Yan shrugged. "It's not that I won't let you fuck me, it's that Jinling wants you! You'd better treat my friend well!" The ugly man stood innocently, rubbing his penis.

Meanwhile, Old Huang, while thrusting his lower body, lewdly stroked Jin Ling's already sticky and messy pubic hair, saying, "Comfortable, ah... I like women with lots of hair... It looks exciting and it's fun to fuck... Comfortable, right?" "Mmm..." Jin Ling responded through her nose, her mouth filled with Ah Niu's penis. As a reward for the bite earlier, she carefully licked from his testicles to his anus. She didn't even know why she did things so naturally and skillfully here that she wouldn't even do with her husband, Zhou Song.

"You... hey... how many men have you fucked? I'm asking about before!" Old Huang said. He also thought the ugly man's words made sense. Jin Ling's vagina did not look like it had never been fucked by other men. Even the ugly man's big penis felt wide, let alone someone like him. It was about the same length as Zhou Song, but a little thicker.

"I... oh... don't ask... ah..." Jin Ling was a little overwhelmed, on one hand, there was the overwhelming pleasure, and on the other hand, there was the annoying question.

"Tell me or not, I'm pulling it out!" Old Huang pretended to pull out his penis, leaving only the glans at the vaginal opening.

"No...don't pull out...I...I...I'll tell you..." Jinling anxiously grabbed Old Huang's body, "...it's...my husband...had sex with me...ah...ah...oh..." Old Huang forcefully thrust his penis in again, all the way to the bottom, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

"Are you lying?" A Niu asked.

"No...no...no...huff..." Jinling panted.

"Did you or didn't you?" A Niu slapped Jinling's face with his penis.

"Oh...ha...no...ah..."

"Did your husband fuck you well?" Chen Yan also asked.

"Hmm..."

"Did he fuck you better or did we fuck you better?" Old Huang continued to ask.

"...huff...both...both...good...oh...oh...oh..." "There must be a difference, who fucks better? Tell the truth, otherwise...hehehehe..." Saying that, Old Huang pretended to pull out his penis again.

"It's you guys...it's you guys who fuck me the most comfortably...oh...ah..." "Will you let us fuck you again?" Old Huang held Jinling's breast with one hand and rubbed her clitoris with the other.

"Hmm...hmm...oh..."

"Hey, what kind of answer is that!" Skinny Monkey said.

"I...I...don't know..."

At this moment, Old Huang's breathing became more and more rapid, and the speed of his thrusting also increased. In an instant, the sound of slapping flesh was loud, and Jinling's moans became louder.

With a low growl, Old Huang also shot his last remaining semen into Jinling's vagina, and then he began to pant. At the same time, Jinling had another orgasm—her fourth orgasm. She tightly hugged Old Huang's buttocks, feeling the throbbing of his penis in her vagina. The throbbing seemed to pull her heartbeat, making her afraid—if that penis stopped throbbing, she would die—her vagina contracted uncontrollably, feeling many hot waves gushing out, then mixing together and impacting every corner of her body.

Ah Yong was the fourth man to have sex with Jin Ling. He thrust his penis into her vagina and said,

"I love having sex with slutty women. It must feel good to be gang-raped by so many men, right?" "Mmm...oh...it feels good...you...move a little...ah..." Jin Ling arched her lower body, wanting Ah Yong's large glans to go in deeper.

"Do you like being gang-raped by men?" Ah Yong gently thrust in and out of Jin Ling's lower body.

"I like it...oh...oh...oh...yes...I'm there...ah...harder..." Jinling eagerly responded to Ayong's thrusts, then said, "I...I...my husband...likes it too..." Upon hearing this, Chen Yan thought it was possible, so she seized the opportunity to ask, "Does your husband also like you being gang-raped?" Jinling had completely relaxed at this point, enjoying the pleasure of sex while naturally panting, "Hmm...he...oh oh...he always...says...ah...says...that he wants to have many men fuck me..." "He also said...oh...oh...oh...that he wants me to become a prostitute...a prostitute...oh..." "So what do you think?" Chen Yan asked.

"I...I don't know...who...ah ah ah...knows if he's really or isn't...oh..." "Now do you want to be a prostitute?" Chen Yan asked again.

"Mmm...I...want...oh...so comfortable...oh...oh...oh..." Jinling voiced her true thoughts. She didn't even know if she wanted to be a prostitute; the name was too jarring and unpleasant to hear. But subconsciously, she felt that being a prostitute meant being gang-raped like this, and it was indeed a very comfortable thing.

The orgies lasted from 10 PM until 3:48 AM the next morning. The men, exhausted and satisfied after their release, left silently.

Throughout the night, six men repeatedly gang-raped Jinling, ejaculating more than a bowl of semen into her vagina.

Except for Lao Huang, everyone else ejaculated more than twice into her vagina. Especially Ah Niu and Jianwu, those two ugly men. They had only patronized Chen Yan once before, also brought by Lao Huang. Lao Huang said Chen Yan thought they were too ugly and wouldn't take them anymore, so they had never been able to release their pent-up desires. Today, they finally had a free slut to fuck, and they practically gave their lives to Jinling's cunt. Both of them ejaculated four times and could barely stand up.

Jinling especially loved being fucked by these two men. Those two enormous penises were a rare treat for any woman, and Jianwu had given her two incredibly intense orgasms, completely different from Zhou Song's experience. A Niu had given her her first-ever third orgasm in her vital area. All of this was enough to make Jinling fall in love with the genitals of these two ugly men.

Jinling's sensitivity astonished everyone present, even Chen Yan was envious. Initially, she orgasmed every time he ejaculated, and later, she would orgasm again when the man who ejaculated withdrew and another man penetrated her. Her stamina was also frightening. After experiencing over ten orgasms, although she nearly fainted several times, she quickly recovered. By dawn, when the six men were exhausted and weak, she, except for some dark circles under her eyes, radiated a captivating blush, as if she had just taken a hot bath, and appeared refreshed and energetic.

Besides, Chen Yan had been having sex with four or five men every day, indulging in excessive sex and getting tired. She had also made a promise beforehand that the men should go play with Jin Ling. Moreover, she planned to make money from her body, so how could she let these ugly men have sex with her for free? So, she was extremely bored and naturally fell asleep.

After seeing the men off, Jinling closed the door and lay down to sleep next to Chen Yan. The two young women slept naked, their lower bodies a mess. Chen Yan's vagina had stopped leaking semen, but Jinling's vulva was still strangely opening and closing, with semen continuously flowing from her swollen, red vagina… When they awoke, it was nearly noon. They

looked at each other, and Jinling shyly lowered her head, looking at her genitals. The semen on her pubic hair had dried and clumped like dandruff. Her feelings were complex and heavy—she had betrayed her husband; she had become a prostitute!

The pleasure of the previous night was deeply imprinted in her mind, refusing to fade. One voice said: "Give me pleasure"; another said: "You are shameless!" She hadn't realized before how addictive sex could be. Like a drug addict, she was addicted, and more importantly—she hadn't used contraception!

"I..."

Chen Yan knew what she was thinking and laughed, "How is it? Comfortable? It's okay, no one will know you're here. Besides, didn't you say your husband likes you to be a little promiscuous? This suits his taste perfectly." "But..." Jin Ling didn't know what to say, "I'm afraid of getting pregnant..." "That's easy, I always have medicine here, don't worry. Just take one now. I thought it was something serious! Actually, being a prostitute is quite comfortable!" "You...you mustn't tell anyone...I..." Jin Ling said worriedly.

"Don't worry, if I tell others, wouldn't that be the same as telling them I'm a prostitute?" Jin Ling finally understood and smiled with relief—but what she didn't expect was that she had a husband, while Chen Yan didn't! With

their mood relaxed, they naturally started teasing each other.

"Look at you, saying you'd put on a show for me yesterday, but in the end, I'm the one putting on a show for you! Really!" Jin Ling lowered her head shyly, cupping her breasts with her hands, where there were still teeth marks from who-knows-who bit her.

"You're the same, too. I asked you to give me that ugly man, but you wouldn't! You said you were itching for sex but wouldn't admit it!" Chen Yan retorted with a laugh, "How was it? Was it comfortable yesterday?" "Mmm..." "

How comfortable?"

"Very comfortable, I never knew sex could be so comfortable..." Jin Ling squinted her eyes, savoring the intense pleasure etched in her mind.

"Have you never had an orgasm before?"

"Yes... but not as intense... as stimulating..." Jin Ling hugged her breasts, immersed in the ecstasy of last night.

"You little bitch, hehehe," Chen Yan said with a lewd laugh, "I've been gang-raped by five men at most, and you stole my thunder as soon as you arrived, really! It seems Zhou Song really had foresight, saying you were suited to be a bitch." "If I'm a little bitch, then you're a big bitch, hehe," Jin Ling laughed as well.

"Yes, yes, I'm the big bitch, and you're the little bitch. Okay?" Chen Yan slapped Jin Ling's buttocks and asked, "Does it hurt there?" "Hmm, a little," Jin Ling gently stroked her vulva, which was still leaking vaginal fluid, and giggled.

"I think you've sucked all those men dry, and you're still leaking!" "I think so, my lower body feels swollen, but it's quite comfortable." Jin Ling said with a smile, "Hehe, I'm going to the bathroom." After saying that, Jin Ling got up and got out of bed. Unexpectedly, after taking only two steps, something exaggerated happened—a lot of vaginal fluid flowed out of her vagina. Some of it was still undissolved, still a thick, white semen, like a faucet that had been turned on halfway, gushing onto the floor and quickly forming a puddle. Some of it was still foamy, like milk that had been poured out—for a moment, the room was filled with the fishy smell of semen.

"Ah--hahaha..." Chen Yan laughed in surprise, "No wonder you're so swollen, so much semen, hehe." Jin Ling hadn't expected that the semen wouldn't have stopped flowing all night. The sheets under her buttocks were already soaked, and her vagina was still filled with so much semen. She didn't know what to say and could only stand there awkwardly laughing.

***

Jin Ling took a shower at Chen Yan's house and then got dressed and went home.

When she got home, Jin Ling looked at Zhou Song, who was still dreaming, and reached over the covers to touch his genitals. She touched his wet underwear and felt both uneasy and sweet. Uneasy because her husband was masturbating while she was being gang-raped by other men, and sweet because last night's semen bath made her feel completely refreshed.

Zhou Song woke up when she touched him, glanced at her and said: What are you touching? Haven't you ever seen me masturbate? Where did you go!

Jin Ling hadn't expected Zhou Song to ask where she'd been. She paused for a moment, then shouted, "Playing mahjong, of course! Where else could I be?" "Lost again?" Zhou Song shrugged and got out of bed.

"Mind your own business," Jin Ling thought to herself, amused—she'd won a lot, but it was all semen.

Actually, Zhou Song's question wasn't entirely pointless. He never asked Jin Ling where she was before, but today he noticed something different, so he asked casually—not by sight, but by smell—Jin Ling never wore perfume, whether at home or out. The perfume he bought for her was useless, no matter what he said. Today, however, she had a fragrance, and this fragrance was mixed with a very familiar scent—that's right—the smell of semen. So he reluctantly asked. But he knew he wouldn't get any answers.

That day, Jin Ling didn't go anywhere; she stayed home.

That night, the couple went to bed early.

After nearly three months of abstinence, Zhou Song, though he had been masturbating, still found it less real than penetration, and he was somewhat restless. Moreover, the scent from this morning hadn't dissipated, and wanting to explore further, he reached out and touched it.

Jin Ling, though satisfied and overjoyed after being satisfied by the men the previous night, felt guilty towards Zhou Song and didn't stop him. She reached out and grasped his penis. She hadn't realized that the perfume Chen Yan had sprayed on her had been partially absorbed by her skin after the night's sweat, and this morning's wash couldn't completely remove the scent.

Zhou Song pulled down Jin Ling's panties, and an even stronger smell of perfume and semen filled the air. Looking at her slightly swollen vulva, Zhou Song couldn't help but passionately kiss it—at this moment, images of his wife being raped by men kept flashing through his mind, unaware that it was six men gang-raping Jin Ling. Jin Ling hadn't expected to be bound. The perfume mixed with semen, combined with the night's fucking, had already penetrated deep into her uterus. How could it be washed away? If it were just perfume, it wouldn't be a problem. If the men who gang-raped her had worn condoms, it wouldn't have been a problem either, but they hadn't—Zhou Song licked Jin Ling's vulva, sticking his tongue into her vagina and poking around. At this moment, Jin Ling felt a strange, stimulating emotion welling up inside her. Her vulva, which had been dripping with other men's semen that morning, was now being licked and kissed by her own husband. This scene gave her an unprecedented sense of stimulation... Subconsciously, she pressed and rubbed Zhou Song's head... And she let out moans that Zhou Song had never heard before... "Oh... harder... deeper... oh... good... so comfortable... oh oh oh..." Zhou Song cursed her in his heart, but he was extremely excited. He mounted her, and with a "whoosh," the entire length went in—it seemed that the semen from last night was still there. Zhou Song felt his wife's vagina was warmer and wetter than ever before, but it also seemed looser—he couldn't imagine that his usually conservative wife would have sex with six men in one night.

"You slut, do you want to be fucked?" Zhou Song asked timidly, but the act of rubbing his penis against Jin Ling's erotic vulva seemed to give him endless courage.

"Yes..." Jin Ling responded. In truth, Zhou Song's penis could no longer satisfy her, which was now wide open, and it only aroused her fantasies and obsessions about last night's sex. But she wanted to make amends to Zhou Song, or rather, atone for her sins.

"Say it, you're a slut, say something that excites me. You know what I like to hear." Zhou Song thought that Jin Ling was also a little overwhelmed after nearly three months of abstinence, but he didn't know that she was just trying to please him.

"Um...I..." Jinling couldn't speak for a moment. Although she had lost all dignity in front of those unfamiliar men and was at their mercy, she was still not used to it in front of her husband. Moreover, she was worried that her husband might leave her because of this.

"Say it!" Zhou Song, his eyes red, swung his lower body hard and fucked her fiercely.

"Um...oh...I want...I want to be a prostitute...I like being fucked by men..." Jinling thought of Jianwu and Aniu's huge penises, and then hummed, "I like being fucked by ugly men...anyone can fuck my slutty cunt...I'm a prostitute...oh oh...I'm a prostitute..." Zhou Song had never heard such words before and almost lost control. Fortunately, he was experienced and immediately stopped thrusting, and instead licked Jinling's breasts. This licking made him see a tooth mark - he was sure that his wife was having an affair with another man. He didn't dare to think too much about it. Who knew that Jinling would have had affairs with six men at once!

"You slut, have you fucked other men?" Zhou Song asked seriously, panting.

"Yes, I've been fucked by many men... I like being fucked by men..." Jin Ling continued to respond to him, but it was also the truth.

"How many men?" Zhou Song then moved slightly.

"Six...six..." Jin Ling hummed.

"Who were they?"

"I don't know them, they were migrant workers from other places...oh oh oh..."

Zhou Song was a smart man, he had a feeling that there were men, but probably not six—he also thought that Jin Ling was responding to him. So he vigorously thrust in and out while asking her how those men fucked her. Jin Ling recalled the process of being gang-raped and told her, which also excited her very much—she even deliberately emphasized that those men ejaculated inside her vagina, and ejaculated a lot—as she said this, Zhou Song couldn't help but ejaculate inside her as well.

Zhou Song rested on Jin Ling for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, you didn't have an orgasm, did you?" "It's okay..." Jin Ling was so moved she almost cried. Such a good husband, and she had done something to betray him. However, the tingling sensation in her vagina quickly dispelled this feeling, making her unconsciously think of those two huge penises again. She murmured, "If... I mean, if... oh..." "What? Tell me!" Zhou Song said sincerely.

"Do you really want me to be fucked by someone else?" Jin Ling asked shyly.

"I..." Once a man's lust subsides, everything changes. Zhou Song himself couldn't guarantee he wouldn't be jealous, and at this moment he also wanted to know what secret Jin Ling had. "I don't know, but when I think about you being fucked by another man, I feel very excited." "If... I... I have sex with another man... would you still love me?" Jin Ling stared into Zhou Song's eyes, wanting to know the answer.

"As long as you don't fall in love with someone else, I'll still be with you. I want you to be happy, and I'm afraid of losing you! I'm not worried about you sleeping with other men, but I don't want that to happen without my knowledge!" "I love you!" Jinling said, hugging Zhou Song, moved.

After that, there was silence, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter Five: The Pimp, Zhou Song's Spring

For a while afterward, Zhou Song and Jinling's life became more harmonious. Because Jinling no longer resisted actively teasing and talking lewdly, whenever they made love, she would actively recount the gang rape feast of that night in an exceptionally vivid way, but she didn't mention Chen Yan as the protagonist, instead saying that she was robbed and gang raped. The story was quite well-crafted, and the details of the gang rape were even more detailed, with some fantasy lines added—saying that those men wanted her to be their sex slave, a prostitute to make money for them, and when she said this, she would always ask Zhou Song if he wanted her to be a prostitute;—saying that those men, like Zhou Song, felt that her vagina... It was too wide; she needed many men to gang rape her every day to satisfy her. Jinling's eyes were full of anticipation as she spoke of it—saying that those men would give her away like trash to every man who saw her to have sex with; and so on. Zhou Song nodded excitedly, even his penis nodding—he ejaculated directly into Jinling's vagina. Jinling no longer insisted on him using a condom—because she had taken precautions herself, taking birth control pills. She felt this was more realistic and she didn't have to worry about those few days every month.

Jinling still frequently visited Chen Yan's house. For Jinling, the orgasms with Zhou Song were no longer orgasms, but merely preludes—although orgasms occurred, they were fleeting, like a brief moment of glory. Compared to the continuous, fulfilling pleasure and intense stimulation of that night, it was like an itch on top of an itch. So she genuinely hoped that such a gang rape feast would happen again, but it never did. Chen Yan seemed to have forgotten about it and never mentioned it again.

Occasionally, Jin Ling would drag Zhou Song along to Chen Yan's house. Zhou Song didn't usually visit Jin Ling's friends easily, but Chen Yan was an acquaintance, and Jin Ling had previously mentioned that Chen Yan was now a prostitute, so he wanted to see what she was like. Besides, Zhou Song had always hoped that his wife could become more promiscuous. Although the situation had improved significantly, it was still far from Zhou Song's goal, so he went anyway. He wanted to gain experience from the visit—how to make his wife a promiscuous young woman who was available to all men, and to achieve his wish in the short term—to have his wife's vagina visited by 100 men's penises.

Jin Ling, however, had her own plans. She wanted to reveal what happened that night, but she had to drag Zhou Song into it. So, she wanted to use Chen Yan, this wanton woman, to seduce her husband while simultaneously avoiding openly becoming a prostitute. She could only enjoy the men's bounty in Chen Yan's house—this Jin Ling was no longer the same Jin Ling; she was now a harlot, but still maintained her composure because she still felt shame and considered prostitution a despicable thing!

Chen Yan knew what Jin Ling was thinking, but she pretended not to know anything. She was determined to make Jin Ling speak up herself, so that Jin Ling could truly become a shameless harlot—this was her goal, and also Zhou Song's goal.

Two months had passed since that night of passion, and it was now August. Students were on summer vacation, workers were busy, and the weather was hot.

August 12th, sunny.

Early in the morning, Jinling went to Chen Yan's house. Last night's sexual encounter with Zhou Song had left her unable to control her need for external semen to replenish her increasingly empty vagina—Zhou Song had ejaculated before she reached orgasm, a frequent occurrence in the past two months—so much so that she constantly missed Jianwu and Aniu.

Chen Yan, as usual, chatted about the ups and downs of the stock market, still not mentioning anything else.

Mentioning stocks, Jinling's inspiration flowed, and she asked, "Have you made any money lately?" "Losing, really badly. Luckily, I didn't invest much; haven't you seen how sluggish the stock market is nationwide?" Chen Yan said calmly.

"It's okay, hehe, your stocks lost a little, but your slutty pussy made a big profit, isn't that still a profit?" Jinling said.

"You little bitch!" Chen Yan laughed, thinking, "Finally, you've spoken," and continued, "You dare to make fun of me! Have you started thinking about men yourself?" "Yes, I have!" Jinling said frankly.

"I know who you're thinking about!" Chen Yan said smugly.

"Then... who am I thinking about?" Jin Ling muttered to herself.

"Those two ugly men with big dicks, right?" Chen Yan gestured with her middle finger, pointing it upwards.

"No way..." Jin Ling, her thoughts guessed, changed her mind and asked, "Have you been with them lately?" "You said no, but you ask about them as soon as you get here!" Chen Yan suddenly pounced on Jin Ling, pulling down her pants as she said, "Let me see if I'm wet again, you little slut!" Jin Ling didn't stop her, and her pants were quickly pulled down to her knees, revealing a pair of black lace-trimmed panties—a birthday gift from Zhou Song. She rarely wore them because she found them uncomfortable, but since the brawl, she had always hoped to attract men's attention. Although men couldn't see her panties, she still liked to wear something sexy.

Chen Yan exclaimed as if she had discovered a new continent, "Wow, wearing such sexy underwear! Who are you trying to seduce? Hehehe!" "Who am I trying to seduce? Honestly, unlike you, you don't even need to wear underwear!" As she spoke, she pounced on Chen Yan and lifted her skirt—sure enough, she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"I'm just doing this for convenience, and besides, it's so hot, it's uncomfortable to wear underwear! Only you, I've never seen you wear a skirt, have I? In this hot weather, you don't even wear a skirt to let in some air! Hehe, aren't you afraid of getting a problem from stuffiness!" Chen Yan said with a double meaning.

"Hey, by the way, what about all those things you filmed the other day?" Jin Ling suddenly remembered that she had been filmed during the orgy.

"Want to see them?" Chen Yan said with a lewd smile, "You were so lewd that day, a real slut. In a while, I'll have to give you my title of 'big slut'!" "Big slut, hurry up, I'm so impatient!" Jin Ling found the term "slut" very stimulating; she used to find it very offensive.

"I cleared it away a long time ago, you thought I would keep it?" Chen Yan laughed. This was true; keeping anything was always dangerous.

"Really?"

"Why would I lie to you! You can't keep this kind of thing. If it gets stolen or someone sees it by chance, it'll be ruined!" Chen Yan said. "Besides, I feel really bad for Zhou Song..." Jin Ling hesitated for a moment and said, "Oh, don't be like that. Who's blaming you... Besides... maybe Zhou Song will even thank you... Hehe..." "Why?" "

Because... Zhou Song and I made up, and our relationship seems even better than before." "Really! You saying that makes me feel much better!" Chen Yan pretended to be very sullen and continued, "Didn't you see I haven't dared to mention this lately? I was afraid you'd blame me!" Jin Ling straightened her pants and asked, "Where did you buy that perfume?" "Do you want one too? I'll give you a bottle!" With that, she got up and walked towards the bedroom.

Jin Ling followed her in.

Chen Yan pulled a bottle of perfume from the bedside table and handed it to Jin Ling, saying, "I use this perfume a lot, so I bought a few bottles for the house. Hehe, I didn't expect you to like it too." "Thanks, hehe, I'll buy you some next time!" Jin Ling took it and put it in her bag. She looked around and noticed a new air conditioner had been installed. She asked, "When was it installed?" "What?"

"I mean, the air conditioner." Jin Ling pointed to the air conditioner on the wall.

"I bought it the day you left." Chen Yan said with a wicked smile.

"Which day?" Because Jin Ling had been coming over frequently lately, she didn't know which day it was.

"Do I have to be so explicit? It was the day you were acting!" Chen Yan deliberately emphasized the word "acting." "You don't know, they said my room was too hot the next day, so they had no choice but to install one. Luckily, it wasn't very expensive. But it really works; it's really hot with all the doors and windows closed." Jin Ling smiled shyly.

Chen Yan looked at Jin Ling and asked, "Did Zhou Song notice anything after you went back that day?" "No!" Jin Ling replied confidently.

"Oh," Chen Yan thought for a moment and responded, "Little bitch, do you want your breasts to be as big as mine?" Jin Ling answered without hesitation, "Yes, Zhou Song always complains that my breasts are small, it's so annoying! Do you have a way to make them bigger?" "There's definitely a way, it's just a matter of whether you want to!" Chen Yan smiled and puffed out her chest, as if in a show of defiance—Chen Yan's breasts appeared even more prominent under the tight-fitting clothes, and her alluring curves were indeed captivating.

"What way?" Jin Ling asked eagerly.

"You know I used to be like you, right?" Chen Yan said.

"Yes," Jin Ling nodded.

"If I told you it was from being fucked by men, would you believe me?" Chen Yan laughed.

"Ah..." Jinling didn't know what to say, but this answer was exactly what she expected, and she had even been looking forward to it—Zhou Song had once told her that breasts would gradually grow larger after being stimulated by different men, and she wanted to use this to cover up her desire to be fucked by other men.

"We're both women, why are you hesitating! I've told you everything!" Chen Yan said aggrievedly.

"I...believe...because Zhou Song told me!" Jinling also felt sorry for Chen Yan.

"Then tell me the truth, do you want to...?" Chen Yan paused and continued, "...make your breasts bigger..." "Of course I want to...but...I..." Jinling knew that Chen Yan was hinting at whether she wanted to be fucked by men.

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'whatever you want'? I'll take care of the rest!" Chen Yan patted her chest like a grown man. "I can guarantee it will be comfortable, profitable, and even breast-enhancing, hehe..." "But, Sister Yan, I'm afraid Zhou Song will find out... Besides... I've never done it before, who would come?" "Never done it before? I have! Just come to my house on time every day. It's okay if you don't come, hehe, if there's no little bitch, there's still a big bitch!" Chen Yan said with a wicked smile. "As for Zhou Song, didn't you say the other day that Zhou Song also likes you to be a prostitute?" "That's what I said, but who knows if it's true or not!" Jin Ling said uneasily. "When we were doing it, I always told him about what happened that day. He probably thought I was trying to please him, but he was very excited!" "You told him everything?" Chen Yan asked in surprise.

"No, I made up a story according to his instructions, saying I was robbed and then gang-raped, that's all I said," Jin Ling said, looking at Chen Yan.

Chen Yan was secretly delighted. What a prostitute's life—she dared to say such things to her husband! It seemed she really wanted to be a prostitute. Chen Yan knew that Jin Ling wanted her to sleep with her husband, but she couldn't say it herself. It would be more exciting if Jin Ling said it. So she pretended to be preoccupied—"That's true, who knows if Zhou Song really would be willing to let you become a prostitute!" "I have an idea..." Jin Ling said, looking at Chen Yan.

"What idea?" Chen Yan almost burst out laughing.

"It's...you sleep with my husband..." Jin Ling hesitated for a moment but still said shyly. She herself felt very embarrassed. To ask another woman to seduce her husband in order to become a prostitute was almost unheard of, let alone that she had actually said it.

Having said that, Jinling felt a sense of relief—once the shame was gone, she didn't care about anything anymore.

Chen Yan couldn't help but laugh after she finished speaking.

Jinling also felt incredibly embarrassed, but what's said is said, and words can't be taken back. So, she grabbed Chen Yan with a shy smile and said, "Oh, you big bitch, you're bullying me, you knew perfectly well why you made me say it..." "Okay, okay, it's my fault, it's my fault! You little bitch, I think you've been missing men terribly, haven't you?" Chen Yan said with a laugh.

"I have been missing men, so what?" With her shame gone, Jinling spoke frankly.

"Who have you been missing? Tell me!" Chen Yan laughed.

"I've been missing Jianwu, Lao Niu, Lao Huang, all men, so what? Hehe." As she spoke, Jinling couldn't help but laugh herself.

"Then I'll call them over tonight..." Chen Yan said.

"Okay!" Jinling interrupted Chen Yan before she could finish.

"I wanted to call them to come keep me company, what's it to you!" Chen Yan said with a laugh.

"Then I'll stay here and ruin your plans! Hehehe!" Jin Ling retorted, "Besides, I'm going to strip naked and wait for them to come." "I'm not going to joke around with you anymore, let's get serious," Chen Yan said.

"Who's joking with you? I really am waiting for them." Jinling had lost all sense of shame and was eager to relive the passion of that day. "I really mean it, you big bitch, Sister Yan, please, please help me!" Chen Yan hadn't expected Jinling to be so "avant-garde" in her request, and she wanted to humiliate Jinling even more: "I can't stop them from coming if they don't want to go to prostitutes!" "But... that day... wasn't it you who invited them?" Jinling didn't know that it was all Chen Yan's scheme.

"Yes, that day I wanted to teach you how to seduce men, but I didn't expect you to be seduced by men instead!" Chen Yan said, shaking her head innocently. "I originally wanted to perform for you, but who knew you would become the main character. Ugh... I got fucked by four men for nothing and didn't get a penny!" "Then... do we have to wait until they want to go to prostitutes?" Jinling was unwilling.

"No, we don't have to. Just tell them it's free..." Chen Yan deliberately glanced at Jinling and said slowly, knowing that Jinling would interrupt.

"Free is free, there are plenty of opportunities to make money anyway!" Jin Ling said excitedly, more excited than if she had found a gold ingot. "Besides, everything you said is on you, no backing out!" "You make it sound so easy. You're such a slut, a whore by nature!" Chen Yan laughed without restraint. "But don't keep offering things for free, otherwise who will we make money from?" "I am a slut, so what? Hehe, I just love being a slut." Jin Ling was immersed in the sweet memories of her orgy, then turned to Chen Yan seriously and said, "I never knew being a slut could be so comfortable. If I had known, I would have wanted to be one too! Just this once, okay? Please..." "Aren't you afraid of Zhou Song..."

"It's okay, even if I go back and tell him, he'll just think I'm pandering to him! Hehe." Jin Ling didn't care about Zhou Song at this point; she only wanted those unfamiliar men to insert their familiar penises into her vagina again and ejaculate... "Aren't you afraid I'll tell Zhou Song?" Chen Yan said seriously, and she had that intention too—because Chen Yan had guessed that Zhou Song liked this kind of thing.

"Call him over, let's see if I'm scared!" Jin Ling guessed that Chen Yan wouldn't do that, so she kept her mouth shut.

Chen Yan didn't want to expose her at this moment; she wanted to surprise Jin Ling and completely liberate her mind. So she looked at Jin Ling with a wicked smile and said, "I think six men aren't enough, are they?" "What about you? Do you want one?" Jin Ling asked.

"You'll have to pay to fuck me, I'm not as cheap as you!" Chen Yan knew that the more she called her cheap, the more it would provoke Jin Ling. "You even begged those dirty and ugly men to fuck you..." "..." Jin Ling couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together, because her vagina was starting to secrete a lot of semen again. She thought to herself, so be it, "Call as many as you can, what can you do when you're already cheap? It's only uncomfortable when your vagina is itchy!" Chen Yan smiled and thought to herself, what would Zhou Song's expression be if he saw her being fucked by a dozen men? The thought was interesting and exciting—if Zhou Song were her husband... She couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?" Jin Ling looked at her in confusion.

"Nothing much, how about you go grocery shopping? But take a shower first, spray on some nice perfume before you go!" "Grocery shopping requires a shower? Why? It's only a little past eight in the morning, what are we going to do?" "I want Lao Huang and the others to come over early to get some serious business done! Don't you want that?" Chen Yan grinned mischievously, "Wear my skirt, preferably without underwear, try it, it's quite exciting! I guarantee you'll like it, hehe..." Jin Ling took a shower, put on light makeup, sprayed on strong perfume, and then went out wearing the outfit Chen Yan had picked out for her—and she really wasn't wearing underwear.

Chen Yan watched her leave and then picked up the phone.

"Hello, Zhou Song?" Chen Yan said.

"Yes, Sister Yan!" Zhou Song recognized Chen Yan's voice, "Missed me, didn't you?" "Yes, where did Jin Ling go?" Chen Yan wanted to know what Jin Ling had told Zhou Song.

"She probably went to a friend's house, where else could she go!" Zhou Song said.

"You really trust her? What if she cheats on you or runs off with another man?" Chen Yan teased.

"Hehe, I'd rather she cheats on me!" Zhou Song said casually.

"Do you know what she's been doing?" Chen Yan asked.

"What could she be doing! Probably playing mahjong!"

"Hehehe, I didn't realize you really trusted your wife! Just kidding, she's here with me. I just called her out to buy groceries. Come over for lunch! She said she has a surprise for you..." Chen Yan thought to herself, this surprise is really big.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

"Don't come too early. It's only a little past nine. I know you're a late riser. Sleep a little longer, come at eleven. There's no one else here, you'll definitely get restless!" Chen Yan wanted to get the show started first, otherwise the "surprise" effect wouldn't be achieved.

"You're so considerate. I wish you were my wife!" Zhou Song wasn't lying; he genuinely liked Chen Yan. On one hand, she was sexier than Jin Ling, but more importantly, she was more generous (to put it nicely, generous; to put it bluntly, lewd).

"Okay, then you'd better fulfill your duties as a husband! Hehehe," Chen Yan said with a lewd laugh. "The doorbell rang, I'm hanging up!" Then she dialed Lao Huang's number...

"Lao Huang.

" "Heh, why so early? No business yesterday?" Lao Huang leered.

"You old geezer, you've hit the jackpot today!" Chen Yan said with a light laugh.

"Handsome what? Are you going to offer free services again?" Lao Huang asked.

"Free services, that's true, but not me, hehehehe," Chen Yan said, finding it unbelievable herself. Having been gang-raped once, she was now begging for a man to fuck her. "Do you remember last time?" "Which last time?" Lao Huang wasn't a local; with women not around, prostitution wasn't unusual for him.

"It's that woman I set up last time, my friend—right, the one you guys thought had a wide vagina, remember?" "Oh, it's her, I remember now, she's my type, lots of hair and looks pretty innocent," Old Huang smacked his lips, reminiscing. "But she has a huge appetite, she practically drained us dry that day..." "She wants to provide free services for you again, hehe, you should thank those two ugly bastards!" Chen Yan said with a smile. "

Really?" Old Huang asked in surprise, "Then we should thank Old Ke and Old Niu, how many people do you need this time?" "You decide, if you're smart you can make a little money!" Chen Yan said.

"How can I make money?" Old Huang asked, puzzled.

"You're really stupid, how could you be a foreman!" Chen Yan scolded. "She's providing free services, you're the one who called her, shouldn't you charge her a token amount?" "Right, right, how come I didn't think of that!" Old Huang exclaimed, suddenly realizing. "Then... how much do you think is appropriate? I'll split it with you!" "No need for a split, you can keep it for yourself to pick up women, hehehe," Chen Yan pondered for a moment and said, "Charging twenty or thirty yuan shouldn't be too much, right?" "Right, right, not too much, not too much! Then let's charge twenty yuan, anyway, it's not me getting fucked." "A few less is fine. Hahaha," Old Huang thought. Getting laid and making money at the same time—what a stroke of luck! He asked again, "How many should we find?" "Since you know she has a big appetite, do I need to teach you? Just count how many times you played with her that day, and you'll know how many people you need!" "No way! We played with her dozens of times! Where am I supposed to find so many people?" Old Huang himself didn't remember exactly how many times they'd played; he only knew that one person was on top and another on the bottom, so he didn't care how many times they'd played.

"Just don't have fewer people than last time," Chen Yan said.

"When are we going? Now?" Old Huang asked anxiously. He wanted to make this money as soon as possible; it was much better than being a foreman.

"Yes, now! Otherwise, it'll be difficult with so many people."

Just then, a knock came at the door. Chen Yan said, "Alright, she's here. You'd better hurry up and come over, hehehe, I'm hanging up." The door opened, but it wasn't Jin Ling; they had knocked on the wrong room. A short while later, Lao Huang arrived with a large group of men. Chen Yan counted them carefully; there were fifteen of them, of varying heights. Except for A Yong and Hu Zai, who were somewhat photogenic, the rest were wrinkled, dark-skinned, and ugly men. She thought to herself, "This is bad. They might ruin Jin Ling.

" Chen Yan pulled Lao Huang aside and said, "You're exaggerating! You've brought so many people!" "Didn't you say you were going to bring more people?"

"But there aren't that many. How can one woman handle so many people?" Chen Yan said worriedly.

"Don't worry, that slut is heavily pregnant, she has a big appetite. Besides, aren't you free? If she can't handle it, you can take over for her." Lao Huang's idea was good; he wanted to take advantage of any opportunity.

"Old Huang said that the respectable young woman named Jinling misses us, is that right?" A Niu couldn't forget Jinling, because she was the first person to lick her anus.

"Where are the people who entertained us?" asked a square-faced man who looked to be in his thirties or forties.

"We haven't been with a woman for almost a month!" said another man with a round face.

"You guys are in too much of a hurry, she'll be here soon." Chen Yan turned to Old Huang and pulled him into the study, then said, "Old Huang, with so many of you here, it's not convenient for me. Why don't we let them go back first?" "This... how can we do that?" Old Huang hesitated.

"What's wrong with that?" Chen Yan glared at him fiercely. "Don't you think about me? What will my neighbors think of me? What will they think of you? You should leave two or three people behind. Fewer people means you can have more fun. Too many people and it'll easily cause a fight, right? Besides, you need to tell your underlings that each person can only have sex once, and then leave immediately. Then another group can come. Wouldn't that be better?" "But... what if they don't agree?" Old Huang hesitated, worried that the money he had just earned would slip away.

"I don't care about that. Let me tell you, messing around like this can easily cause problems. I don't think you want anything to happen, right? Besides, it's not like we're forbidding you from doing it, right?" Chen Yan winked at Old Huang coquettishly.

"Well, okay—I'll try!" Old Huang reluctantly agreed.

"Not try, but it has to be this way!"

"Fine, I'll listen to you!" Old Huang leered and groped Chen Yan's chest.

"That's right, would we forget about the benefits? Hehehe..." After the two left the study, Old Huang dismissed everyone else, leaving only the three new faces. They chatted and laughed in the hall when suddenly there was a loud knocking at the door—Chen Yan opened it to find Zhou Song standing there!

Chen Yan hadn't expected Zhou Song to arrive so quickly. She never imagined that Zhou Song had a penchant for sexy women and enjoyed taking advantage of them; the explicit words on the phone had naturally aroused him—but Zhou Song wasn't one to take advantage of just any woman; his standards were quite high.

"Oh...so fast..." Chen Yan ushered him inside.

Upon entering, Zhou Song was somewhat surprised to see the men. Remembering they were having dinner there, he asked, "Is there some kind of festival here?" Such large gatherings were usually only held for special occasions; it was a local custom. Zhou Song assumed these were guests invited by Chen Yan, but he never imagined—these men were there to have sex with his wife!

"These are my friends, everyone get to know each other," she said, then turned to Zhou Song. "Perfect timing, I have a computer in my study, go check if there's anything wrong. Don't come out unless it's absolutely necessary." Hearing about the computer saved Zhou Song the awkwardness of hanging out with these vulgar people. He nodded to the men and went into the study. Chen Yan smiled seductively at him, "See what good stuff you have here. I'll keep these people company, you play by yourself! I'll come back to keep you company later, hehehe." With that, Chen Yan closed the door and went straight into the hall.

Inside the hall, the three newbies were asking Lao Huang and the others some questions. Lao Huang and the others were gesturing and exaggerating, leaving the three migrant workers bewildered.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Sister Yan... Sister Yan..." Jin Ling called from the doorway.

Chen Yan said from inside the hall, "The slut's here, it's your turn now!" Hearing this, everyone rubbed their hands together, eager to try their luck.

As soon as the door opened, Jin Ling, dressed in a business suit, came into view—with willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a slender waist, and full hips. She wore a short-sleeved white shirt and a fitted mini skirt that slit 10 centimeters above the knee at the back, paired with long, flowing black hair and large, expressive eyes—leaving everyone stunned. This was no match for the gluttonous slut Old Huang had described; she looked like a pure and beautiful young woman.

Jin Ling was also startled by the people in the hall, but upon seeing Old Huang, she understood what was going on. However, she hadn't expected a newcomer, and one who had arrived so early. Disappointed that Jianwu and A Niu were missing, she shyly lowered her head and went into the kitchen.

"Hey!" Chen Yan's loud shout snapped the men out of their daze. "Have you all finished looking?" "She...she's that...slut?" the square-faced man stammered.

"What, don't you believe me?" Chen Yan laughed, deliberately calling out loudly, "Jin Ling, you little bitch, come quick!" Zhou Song heard this from the study and knew Jin Ling had arrived, but he couldn't figure out what the little bitch and his wife had in common, and thought they were two different people—if Chen Yan hadn't told him to, he would have liked to go out and see.

"Coming..." Jin Ling's voice came from the kitchen, "Aren't you going to cook?" "I'll cook, you stay with them!" Chen Yan said, laughing lewdly at the men, "Let's see if you can undress her the fastest! She just said she was going to undress and wait for you, so I don't think you need to wait." "No problem, is there a prize?" Old Huang leered.

"You wish!" Chen Yan said, turning around and swaying her big buttocks towards the kitchen, opening the kitchen door and winking at Jin Ling.

Jin Ling put down what she was holding and went out of the kitchen into the living room. However, although she had been intimate with Lao Huang, she wasn't familiar with them, especially with three new faces present. Jinling was inevitably reserved, simply sitting opposite the men making tea and serving water.

Her sitting position almost made the four men opposite her drool – because the sofa they were sitting on was low, while Jinling was sitting on a high plastic stool, facing them directly. As she made tea, her legs naturally parted, revealing the view under her skirt – but Jinling forgot that she wasn't wearing underwear. She only felt that the men's gazes seemed a little strange – but she thought that perhaps they all knew what was going to happen next and were just feeling awkward, so she didn't take it to heart.

To prevent the awkward atmosphere from spreading, Jinling took the initiative to speak. She didn't want to do anything in an embarrassing situation, as that would ruin the atmosphere. So, she asked, "Aren't we working today?" "Uh..." The crowd snapped out of their daze, no longer staring at Jinling's crotch, but instead stealing glances—it's strange how people are; being naked doesn't seem interesting anymore, but rather it subtly whets the men's appetite.

"No..." everyone said in unison.

A burly man with a square face, also sitting on the sofa, his head towering over the others, swaggered over and muttered, "Old Huang said you have a big appetite, and now it seems it's true!" Jinling felt her face flush. "What big appetite?!"

"Looking at your innocent appearance, you went out without underwear..." the square-faced man added.

Jinling then remembered that she wasn't wearing underwear and why they had stared at her so intently. Her face flushed red. "How could you do this? You're trying to peek at other people!" "We're not only going to peek, we're going to peek openly!" Old Huang said, standing up and walking towards Jinling.

Old Huang squatted down next to Jinling and began rubbing his hand against her thigh through her skirt, instantly warming the atmosphere. Everyone else gathered around, unzipping her pants and groping her body.

Soon, three dissimilar penises were throbbing around Jinling, emitting a mixture of urine and sweat – a smell that further stimulated her senses. The desire aroused by Zhou Song the previous night began to burn again. The smell of sweat and urine made her feel that if she swallowed these filthy penises, she would be a slutty woman – this thought further stimulated her genitals, causing her to unconsciously leak fluid. As the itching in her lower body intensified, Jinling let out a soft moan. She squinted, tilted her head back, and opened her sexy lips to take the urine-smelling penis into her mouth, giving it a seductive look as she licked it with a slightly mocking smile… The crowd lewdly laughed, saying they were thoroughly enjoying themselves.

"She looks so innocent, I can't believe it—" a man with a sour face laughed at the crowd, "This woman is sucking my cock... haha... her technique is top-notch... it feels amazing..." "Yeah... I can't believe it," the square-faced man echoed, already starting to undress Jin Ling.

Jin Ling ignored him, focusing on sucking the sour-faced man's cock as if it were a delicious ice cream.

The square-faced man unbuttoned Jin Ling's clothes and was about to take them off when Jin Ling had to let go of the sour-faced man's cock and obediently let her clothes fall off her body. At the same time, she felt two hands inside her skirt fiddling with her vulva.

A Yong then took Jin Ling's right hand, which had just been freed from the sour-faced man's cock, and placed it on his own cock. Jin Ling cooperated by stroking it back and forth.

In this way, Jin Ling's left hand was still holding the sour-faced man's cock, constantly licking it, while her right hand was diligently rubbing A Yong's cock.

Chen Yan came out of the kitchen at this moment. She hadn't expected things to progress so quickly. She just wanted to tell them to go to her bedroom, but she saw Jin Ling, topless, surrounded by a group of naked men—she knew what they were doing.

"Don't do this in the living room! Go to the bedroom! You little bitch! Aren't you itchy?" Chen Yan said "little bitch" loudly, her intention being for Zhou Song in the study to hear.

Zhou Song heard it too, and knew that a wonderful show was unfolding outside the living room. However, he couldn't go out because of his prior agreement, but he didn't regret it, because he had found some good stuff on the computer—a documentary about Chen Yan—this slut, getting slept with and keeping a record, really something—Zhou Song thought to himself, and was happy to watch the documentaries in his room. He just didn't expect that the good show outside was starring his own wife, Jin Ling.

Hearing Chen Yan's cries, Jin Ling surprisingly said, "Alright, alright, I'll go into the room!" With that, she released her right hand from her penis, grabbed the shirt still in the square-faced man's hand, and walked shirtless towards the bedroom.

"Hahaha..." the group of men burst into laughter.

"So exciting, how can she be so slutty!" said the man with the bitter face.

"It's just a pity her pussy is too loose...like she's given birth..." Old Huang sighed regretfully.

Jin Ling poked her head out of the bedroom and said sweetly, "Who's given birth? If you don't want to fuck me, fine!" "I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you! Have you forgotten that I love hairy sluts like you the most?" Old Huang said urgently.

"That's more like it!" Jin Ling said smugly, "My husband also says that hairy women look sexier!" "Yes, yes, hairy women are easier to fuck!" Old Huang leered.

"You have a husband?" the square-faced man asked.

"Can't I have a husband?" Jin Ling didn't peek out this time, only the sound of a zipper could be heard.

"Okay...your husband doesn't want you anymore?" The square-faced man grinned mockingly.

"Who said that? My husband loves me very much!" Jin Ling peeked out smugly and giggled.

"So your husband can't satisfy you, that's why you're out here as a prostitute?" Old Huang didn't want to be tied up; it was supposed to be a free service, but he charged others 20 yuan for it.

"Mind your own business! You're getting a good deal and you're still talking nonsense. You'll have to pay more if you want to fuck me next time!" Jin Ling said lasciviously. "I haven't settled accounts with you six men for fucking me for so long last time!" "As long as you let us fuck you to our hearts' content, we'll settle accounts. We'd even die for you, hahaha," said

the man with the bitter face. The men laughed again and went into the bedroom, finding Jin Ling already changed into a nightgown and lying on the bed.

Meanwhile, Zhou Song, who was in the study, had overheard this conversation and already knew what surprise Chen Yan had in store for him.

He never imagined his wife could utter such lewd words. A surge of aching yet excited blood rushed to his lower body. He had been trying so hard to persuade his wife, but now he discovered how lewd and despicable she was—and what she said was actually true, six men—God, no wonder the books say that women with lots of pubic hair are lewd, and women with wide vaginas have big mouths!

Zhou Song desperately wanted to go out and see what was happening, but he was afraid of disrupting the burgeoning lewd atmosphere. His minimum goal was almost achieved—how exciting and thrilling it was to witness his wife naked, surrounded by a group of unfamiliar men, doing shameless things—unfamiliar penises repeatedly entering his wife's vagina, leaving countless memories there—one, two, three… so many unfamiliar penises… so much lewd semen… countless thrusts… and… his wife's wanton moans…—I want her to be fucked by 100 men in a week, this lowly slut, this is her punishment…—I want her to be manipulated and humiliated by countless men in front of me…—I want her to become an unparalleled prostitute, to be fucked by ten thousand men, no, more than ten thousand, to be fucked by every man in the world, this slutty whore… Zhou Song thought of countless ways to humiliate his wife. The way he was doing it, the rising desire in his heart made his pants bulge high, and he couldn't help but quietly open the door and walk out... Zhou Song walked out of the study and leaned against the side wall of the corridor—

his wife was lying on the bed wearing a white silk one-piece lingerie with cutouts at the chest and abdomen, her legs spread apart in a tripod position, the lingerie rolled up to her thighs, revealing her abundant black plains and alluring valley; at this moment, she was like an adult film actress performing in front of four unfamiliar men, her left hand rubbing her breasts, her right hand gently stroking her thighs, sometimes rubbing her vulva, showing everyone her obscene wetness—it was gradually getting wet, the glistening nipples and gray-black labia looked like a pile of oiled charcoal, exposing her lustful thirst... The men were rustling and taking off their clothes, their eagerness and desire written on their faces, their rapid breathing filling the entire room... "Who wants to go first?" his wife called out to the men in a coquettish voice.

Zhou Song almost wanted to rush into the bedroom and immediately thrust his already out-of-control penis into his wife's cunt... "I..."

"I'll go first..."

"Let Lao Huang go first..."

The men argued anxiously.

"Yes, I'll go first!" Old Huang laughed. "Last time, Jianwu and Aniu, those two big birds, beat me to it. This time, I have to go first no matter what, hehehe... Let me see this cunt..." As he spoke, Old Huang, his belly protruding, swayed to his wife's crotch, reached out and stroked his wife's delicate and slender thighs, shaking his head as if appraising some treasure, "Beautiful, so beautiful!" "Are your wives this beautiful? No, right?" He looked up at the group of naked men, then carefully examined Jinling's body, "So slutty, look at this cunt, it's already this wet in just a short while." As Old Huang spoke, he reached out and scratched Jinling's vulva, picking up some sticky vaginal fluid and showing it to everyone, "Her husband must have been sucked until his legs went weak. You don't know, the six of us were all sucked dry that day, Jianwu and Aniu were the worst off, they couldn't even walk down these stairs, hahaha." "I'll suck you all dry today, do you believe me?" his wife said with a lewd laugh.

"Hahaha..." The crowd laughed. They had never patronized a woman like this before—beautiful, innocent, and hot. Their only gang rape games involved money transactions with Chen Yan. They were a poor group, and Chen Yan charged a high price, almost ten days' wages for them, so it was rare for them to patronize a prostitute. But now, they could actually gang rape this beauty in front of them for only 20 yuan—they could hardly believe it.

"Are you coming or not?" Jinling rubbed her breasts harder while spreading her legs wider, widening her previously tight vulva to reveal the bright red vaginal walls. "If you don't come soon, I'll find someone else!" "Come on, right now! Look at you, you little slut, so desperate for a man, how pathetic!" Old Huang leered, guiding his aged yet still imposing penis into Jinling's open vagina. A soft cry escaped her lips—her chest heaved even more rapidly… Jinling, who had guarded her deep cave for two months, finally let loose once more—excitement, stimulation, and the pleasure of fullness. The sensation finally arrived; it was the unfamiliar penis she had been longing for… The examination was complete, and the men swarmed around. These experienced prostitutes didn't hold back, each getting to work—Bitter Gourd stood beside Jin Ling's head, presenting his hard, burning penis to her; Square Face pressed his head against Jin Ling's chest, kissing her breasts; another man rubbed his penis in one hand and caressed Jin Ling's parted thigh with the other—a delicate and fragrant thigh—he had touched many women's thighs, but never one so alluring, so delicate, so wanton.

The men felt as if they were in paradise, yet this paradise was so real. They couldn't accept that their ugly appearances, rough skin, and low-level jobs could be combined with the sexual experience of a young woman with a charming voice, an angelic face, and delicate skin—they couldn't believe it… They had reason not to believe it, even Zhou Song couldn't believe it—

--The wife who once shyly accepted his gentle kisses was now skillfully performing oral sex on a clumsy and crude man. Watching her lick his penis, it was as if it were a melting popsicle, eagerly and desperately swallowed, not wanting to waste a single drop…--The wife who once moaned softly and conservatively when kissed by him on their wedding bed now frequently let out annoying cheers and moans under the ministrations of a strange man. Zhou Song could almost feel the pleasure emanating from his wife's body. That penis, not much shorter than his own, brought her endless stimulation and humiliation, yet her pleasure was so intense and lingering…--The wife's body, once too shy to be displayed in the darkness, was now displayed in broad daylight before a group of strange men. The extinguished lights could not extinguish the surging desire. Under the caress of the sunlight, this desire was unprecedentedly fierce and persistent. The irritating smacking sounds emanating from her constantly thrusting hips were stimulating… ***The hard work of his own wife's old, ugly husband will inspire countless other, even novice, men to cultivate... -- What was once his exclusive development zone, that hidden, alluring black plain and that abyss-like trench, once displaying its demureness and preciousness beneath his crotch, now, under the thrusting of his inexperienced penis, surging like a tide crashing against the shore, creating sparkling waves, while that alluring black plain is more like a reef on the beach, constantly being washed by love fluids. And it looked dark and shiny... Old Huang's lust was at its peak—he forcefully pulled out, leaving his entire penis, except for the glans, inside Jin Ling's body, the semen from which moistened their genitals, and then he thrust it in again, causing the labia that had turned outwards when he pulled out to fall back into the vagina—and then there were annoying cries and alluring sounds of flesh slapping—"Oh...oh...ah..." "Plop...plop..."—and so on... Chen Yan came out of the kitchen: "You saw everything?"

Chen Yan smiled.

"This..." Zhou Song stammered for a moment, unable to say anything. He didn't know how to face his wife's friend—humiliation, excitement, and unease.

"Don't be nervous!" Chen Yan walked to Zhou Song's side and patted his shoulder, "Don't be embarrassed, I know you like this, don't you?" As she spoke, she reached out and touched Zhou Song's crotch, laughing lewdly, "Wow, it's so big?" "I...you..." Zhou Song didn't know what Chen Yan wanted to say, and he didn't know what to say either.

"Stop with the 'you, you, you'," Chen Yan said, sitting down on Zhou Song's right leg while touching his penis. "Haven't you noticed? I think you've known for two months that your wife is very slutty, haven't you?" "You... how did you know?" Zhou Song asked embarrassedly.

"Don't you think about it? Jin Ling can only fool herself. Just look at that perfume scent, hehe..." Chen Yan continued with a laugh. "She doesn't think about it. She sprayed perfume, and then she was gang-raped. When she sweated, the perfume scent seeped into her skin. No matter how much she washed, it was useless. Besides, those men ejaculated inside her. They could wash it off the outside, but how could they wash it off the inside? You don't know how much those men ejaculated..." She then recounted what happened that day, even going so far as to describe how she was covered in semen when she stood up. Zhou Song was breathless listening to her... "You like her like this, don't you?" Chen Yan laughed as she unzipped Zhou Song's pants and grasped his already erect vagina. "I know you want this without you having to say it!" With that, she lowered her head. She took Zhou Song's penis into her mouth and began licking it. Zhou Song wasn't a saint, so he naturally reached out and grabbed Chen Yan's sexy breasts, kneading them as well. He asked, "She... oh... she used to be very conservative... how could she... and how did you know I like this kind of thing..." Chen Yan spat out the penis from her mouth and looked at Zhou Song, laughing, "It's all because of you. I haven't touched her for almost three months, making her feel so empty and lonely, so she came to me for help. I didn't know at first, but Ah Ling gave me a copy of 'Slut Nana' and said it was something you liked to read, so I guessed you might like your wife to be with someone like Nana in the book, hehe, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to drag her into this!" "Looks like... I should thank you?" Zhou Song laughed.

"No need for thanks, just don't blame me for corrupting your wife! Let's go to the study, there's a bed there." Chen Yan held Zhou Song's penis in one hand and opened the study door with the other. Chen Yan laughed lewdly, "You didn't expect your wife to be even more lewd than me, did you? Today she begged me to call those men, you heard me clearly, she begged me! I said I wouldn't do it, but she wouldn't let me go. You think it was just those four people in the living room?" "Are there others?" Zhou Song asked in surprise.

"Just wait and see today, there were more than a dozen people, I chased them all away!" Chen Yan laughed again, remembering the phrase "Jin Ling's free service," "You saw that old man, didn't you? Your wife bought sex and he took the money! Hehehe." "...Yes...what happened..." Zhou Song thought the old man had an unusual relationship with Jin Ling, so he asked nervously.

Chen Yan had also liked Zhou Song, so she gave him a detailed report of the situation, which dispelled Zhou Song's doubts.

"Looks like a real slut!" Zhou Song leered at Chen Yan, then continued, "But I like it!" "Let's go to the bed, it's not comfortable here!" Chen Yan giggled as she stood up and took off her clothes, revealing her shapely, full breasts.

Zhou Song grabbed her, buried his head in her chest, and kissed her passionately before they both fell onto the bed.

Zhou Song's oral skills were absolutely top-notch, thanks to Jin Ling's fondness for his sharp tongue, which had unconsciously spurred her to practice even more. He kissed Chen Yan until she was aroused, her hands caressing Zhou Song's head as she moaned incessantly.

Zhou Song had never been with such a voluptuous woman before, so he performed with even greater fervor. Then, Zhou Song kissed his way down Chen Yan's chest to her abdomen, one hand already inside her skirt—finding a handful of flesh, he threw aside her skirt and was about to bury his head between her legs—"What...what are you doing?" Chen Yan asked shyly. She knew what Zhou Song was going to do, but she still couldn't help asking—because no man had ever licked her genitals before.

"Eating your cunt!" Zhou Song laughed.

"But...it's dirty there..." Chen Yan said, her cheeks flushed.

"How can it be dirty? Haven't you showered?" Zhou Song lewdly approached Chen Yan's genitals and sniffed, then looked up and said, "No, it smells so good!" "I...it's been...fucked by so many men..." Chen Yan whispered.

"How many men?" Zhou Song said, then put his mouth to Chen Yan's vulva and began to lick it.

"Oh..." Chen Yan let out a long breath. "..."

Zhou Song started kissing Chen Yan's inner thighs, kissing her pubic hair, and then his tongue pushed open Chen Yan's vulva.

"Ah..." Chen Yan let out another moan, raising her hand to press Zhou Song's head and stroking it, looking like a loving mother stroking her child's head.

"Is it comfortable?" Zhou Song asked in a moment, "Others are dirty, but yours isn't!" "Mmm... very comfortable... no wonder Jin Ling likes it..." Chen Yan said sweetly.

"You still haven't told me how many men have fucked this place!" Zhou Song said vaguely.

"You bad boy, who's going to count!"

"Will you tell me or not!" Zhou Song suddenly stuck out his tongue and pressed it against Chen Yan's clitoris. Chen Yan trembled and begged for mercy.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you, it's so comfortable... at least four or five hundred, right..." "So many men haven't licked you?" Zhou Song asked, puzzled.

"Yes...they think I'm dirty..."

"Has your husband never licked me before?"

"No..."

"You really don't understand romance!" Saying that, he licked her vigorously again, and then turned Chen Yan over and licked her anus, making Chen Yan pant softly.

Chen Yan was deeply moved by Zhou Song's actions. She didn't know that this was Zhou Song's hobby, but she knew that she had never been kissed so tenderly before. This tenderness made her feelings for Zhou Song closer to those of a married couple—it could be said that Zhou Song's lick sealed his fate. From then on, Zhou Song and Chen Yan acted like husband and wife. The two constantly trained and humiliated Jin Ling, while Zhou Song and Chen Yan earned money through Jin Ling's prostitution. Occasionally, Chen Yan would also play a supporting role. But

that's a story for later.

After licking for a while, Chen Yan got up and took off Zhou Song's clothes and pants, and then gave him oral sex for a while. As a reward, she also licked Zhou Song's anus.

Then Chen Yan lay down and opened her legs on her own. Zhou Song knelt between Chen Yan's legs, carefully examining her vulva: "You're beautiful, and your cunt is gorgeous too." "Nonsense!" Chen Yan was taken aback by his praise.

"It's true, Ah Ling's cunt isn't as pretty as yours, but she has more pubic hair, which makes it more stimulating." "Hehe, you men are really strange. But that old man also likes Ah Ling's cunt just like you... ***..." "Oh! How come they're so hard to talk about?" Zhou Song couldn't help but get excited when he heard about his wife's lewdness.

"Hehehe, you're even stranger, getting so excited when talking about your wife's cunt!" Chen Yan laughed jealously, "You really like letting others play with your wife?" "Hehe..." Zhou Song laughed awkwardly.

"Then try my cunt first, I'll tell you as I go!" Chen Yan spread her vulva open.

Zhou Song slowly inserted his penis into Chen Yan's vagina, feeling it was much tighter and more comfortable than Jin Ling's. Unlike Jin Ling, whose vagina was loose and required him to fantasize to reach orgasm.

"Your cunt is much better and tighter than my wife's!" Zhou Song said sincerely.

"Oh... um... those men all say so..." Chen Yan moaned softly.

"Are those men satisfied with my wife?" Zhou Song asked, his lower body beginning to move rhythmically.

"Oh... oh... oh... they... they still prefer me..." "Me too!" Zhou Song thrust forcefully, plunging his penis completely into Chen Yan's vagina. In his mind, his wife was so shameless that she wouldn't even let others have their way with her—that was outrageously shameless—and he loved that feeling. "I told her that a long time ago!" "Ah... what?" "

I told her that even if you offered her cunt to a man, he might not want to have it!" Zhou Song said, enunciating each word, then forcefully pulling out his penis and thrusting it in again.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...you...really...ah...ah...so that's how it is..." "Yeah, she doesn't get excited when she hears that, so we haven't made love for three months! If I hadn't smelled that fragrance when I came back that day, I really wouldn't have bothered with her!" "She's very popular now!" Chen Yan said with a teasing smile.

"That's because she's shameless..." Zhou Song grabbed Chen Yan's breast with one hand and held Chen Yan's raised leg with the other, thrusting vigorously.

"You like her shamelessness, don't you?" Chen Yan discovered a way to stimulate Zhou Song, which was to keep saying that Jin Ling was shameless, the more she could stimulate Zhou Song's sexual excitement.

"Hmm..."

"Then do you like me?"

"Yes."

"Then who do you like more?" Chen Yan twisted her lower body uncomfortably.

"No...oh...it's different...she's my wife...I like her shamelessness...the more shameless she is...the more I like her..." Zhou Song said breathlessly.

"How can there be people like you? Ha... Oh..." Chen Yan wanted to laugh, but the penis inserted into her lower body made her roll her eyes.

"What's wrong with someone like me? Otherwise... where would there be so many prostitutes..." "Then... oh... oh... you plan to... make your... oh... wife... debase yourself in a certain way..." Chen Yan enjoyed Zhou Song's lewd acts, thinking to herself, he's quite capable, isn't he?

The mention of making his wife debase herself made Zhou Song more energetic, and he thrust even harder. Before long, Chen Yan couldn't resist and climaxed... Because Chen Yan's vagina was tight, Zhou Song shouted and ejaculated inside her as well.

The two rested for a while, then Chen Yan stroked Zhou Song's back and said sweetly, "You haven't told me yet!" "Tell me what?"

"How will you make your wife be shameless!"

Strangely enough, the mention of this caused his penis, which had been shrinking inside Chen Yan's vagina, to throb and swell again. Zhou Song didn't pull out, leaving it inside Chen Yan, and he held one of her breasts in each hand, saying, "Hehe, I haven't thought about it yet!" "I'll help you think about it, okay?" Chen Yan said coquettishly, shaking her lower body.

"Okay!"

"Then tell me your thoughts so I can make a plan!"

"I don't have any thoughts, the more slutty she is, the more exciting it is! Anyway, I'm handing her over to you, you can do whatever you want with her!" "Really? What other requirements do you have?" Chen Yan laughed, "I'll train your wife to be a super slut!" "My requirements are," Zhou Song paused and said, "you have to become my wife too!" "Then should I be as slutty as Ah Ling?"

"You decide, hehe."

"Then tell me, do you have any more realistic goals?" Chen Yan said, "You can't just leave me to daydream without any goals!" Zhou Song pondered for a moment and said, "How about this, see if you can get her to be fucked by 100 different men in two weeks, different men!" Zhou Song originally wanted to say one week, but he was afraid that there wouldn't be enough time and that it wouldn't be good if things went too far.

"You're really ruthless, aren't you afraid of ruining Ah Ling!" Chen Yan glanced at Zhou Song, but she also felt that such a goal was indeed exciting.

"She's slutty! I like her slutty! And she has to willingly let men fuck her, you know? You can't force her, otherwise it won't show how slutty she is!" Zhou Song's penis was already erect again inside Chen Yan's vagina.

"I know..." The feeling of fullness inside Chen Yan was growing, so she squinted her seductive eyes and whispered in Zhou Song's ear, "You... you're hard again..." After another fierce battle of flesh and blood, both of them climaxed --

As Chen Yan dressed, she said, "You guys... can come live at my place from now on..." "Hmm... that's good too. I'll lick your pussy every day, okay?" Zhou Song leered, kneading Chen Yan's breasts. "Do you like me licking you?" "Yes! Hehehe," Chen Yan laughed lewdly. "Stop teasing me. If my pussy has just been fucked by another man, would you still lick it?" "As long as there's no semen in it, I'll lick it!" Zhou Song said.

"That's not so easy," Chen Yan continued, buttoning her clothes. "Men all like to ejaculate inside my pussy. Looks like I won't be able to enjoy that. Let's go see your sexy wife... By the way, do those fifteen men count today?" "Count what?"

"Count them among those 100 men," Chen Yan said.

"Count them, of course they count! But..."

"But what?"

"You'd better keep some evidence, otherwise how will I know if I've really achieved my goal?" Zhou Song grinned wickedly.

"I can't imagine what kind of man you are. How could you scheme against your wife with another woman? Heh." Chen Yan found the idea exciting. "What kind of evidence do you want?" "I see you have a digital camera here, right?"

"Yeah, a data camera! What for?"

"How about we make an album of adulterers' photos?"

Chen Yan was stunned by the idea. She couldn't imagine any man making an album of adulterers' photos for his wife, but the idea was too exciting, and she was shocked by the plot... "What are you daydreaming about?" Zhou Song pushed her.

"Oh, nothing! Go ahead."

"We'll make an album of adulterers' photos, and then paste up the photos of the men who have slept with Ah Ling, and write down the number of times they've had sex..." Zhou Song said excitedly, "Don't you think just thinking about it is exciting?" "It is very exciting and thrilling. How about adding another one, how much money did we make from this man? Wouldn't that be even more exciting?" Chen Yan also got excited.

"We should also take pictures of those men's dicks, so my slutty wife can see what kind of men and what kind of dicks have fucked her! Hehehe." "Hmm," Chen Yan couldn't help but be excited by this perverted idea. She said in a coquettish voice, "Then should we get me a copy too?" "Sure, you can even have a competition to see who attracts men more and who gets fucked by more men, hahaha." Laughing, they walked out of the study.

Old Huang and Bitter Gourd had already completed their mission. Now Old Huang was sitting naked on the edge of the bed watching—Bitter Gourd's dick was still in Jin Ling's mouth, and the one fucking Jin Ling was that square-faced man.

Chen Yan stood outside the door and waved to Old Huang.

Old Huang came out and asked with a smile, "Hey...where did you guys hide just now?" "In the study. Wasn't I good enough?" Chen Yan laughed and pointed to Old Huang's vagina, which looked strangely covered in semen. "You didn't even let Jinling clean you up before coming out like that?" "Oh dear, you don't even know how many people are in there. I'm lucky I got to be the first to fuck that slut. The others were just standing there watching." Old Huang said.

"How did it feel?" Zhou Song asked.

"Today was exceptionally good. I didn't even feel that slut's cunt was too wide...she was wild and cheap enough...and her slutty thing can even bite, hehehe." Old Huang said with satisfaction.

At this moment, Bitter Gourd also came out of the bedroom and said, "Wow... Sister Yan, your friend is the most shameless and slutty woman I've ever slept with, it's so exciting..." "This woman is really something, she looks so innocent, but I didn't expect her hole to be so incredibly slutty... Sister Yan, didn't you say she has a husband? I bet her husband is almost drained dry by her! With a woman like that as a wife, her husband must have been cuckolded at least eight thousand times... Hahaha..." "If her husband wasn't cuckolded, how could you guys have had so much fun? Hehehe," Zhou Song said with a laugh.

"That's true."

"You've had your fun, go back first!" Chen Yan turned to Lao Huang and said, "It's not good to stay here for so long." "I want to have some more fun, there aren't many opportunities!" A Yong said.

"There will be plenty of opportunities later, next time, if she doesn't let you have sex with her, I'll let you play with her again, okay?" Chen Yan said, glancing at Lao Huang.

Old Huang understood and said, "Go back! Someone still needs to manage the construction site, right? Your Sister Yan might have something to tell you, I'll go back in a bit." "Oh," Bitter Gourd reluctantly turned back to the bedroom to get his clothes.

"What is it?" Old Huang said to Chen Yan.

"You idiot, I gave you such a good opportunity to make money off a slut and you don't even understand, all you think about is fucking..." Chen Yan flicked Old Huang's limp penis and continued.

"Ah... what are you doing!" Old Huang shouted.

Chen Yan closed the door behind her and whispered to Old Huang, "How much money have you collected so far?" "A Niu and Jian Wu are free, the others are twenty each, after deducting my own, there are twelve people left who cost 240 yuan." Old Huang calculated with his fingers.

"So you still want to make money?" Chen Yan said.

"I want to, but how do I make money?"

"You're really stupid! You tell them here that each person can only have sex once, and then they have to go back. How many men do you think my friend can sleep with?" "Oh, right, right, how come I didn't think of that!" Old Huang suddenly realized.

Zhou Song smiled and looked at Chen Yan, thinking, this slut is ruthless enough. At this rate, in less than five days, the number of men who have slept with his horny wife will definitely exceed 100.

"But you can't just call them over like that. Remember, you can't call locals... You have to send three people over every hour, every hour, understand? Whether you can make more money depends on yourself!" Old Huang thought for a moment and thought Chen Yan's words were right, so he got up, tidied himself up, and left first.

Zhou Song hid and looked at Jin Ling lying on the bed—

in the bedroom.

At this moment, Jin Ling had a penis in her mouth, licking it with relish, looking like a foreign woman in a Western porn film, her movements bold and passionate. Her lower body was being vigorously thrust into by a square-faced man—with each thrust of the man working diligently inside her, pleasurable, high-pitched, and obscene gasps escaped her throat.

The two men continued to tease and humiliate Jin Ling.

Zhou Song, witnessing his wife's wanton behavior in front of these ugly, vulgar, powerful men of varying ages, couldn't help but feel aroused again—was his usually conservative and demure wife truly the woman naked in bed at this moment? —A slut is a slut, even with men like these fucking her, she's so wanton; next time, he should catch a stray dog to fuck her!

He turned and pulled Chen Yan out of the bedroom, shoving her against the wall and pressing his lips against hers to kiss her. Chen Yan hadn't expected Zhou Song to come back so soon, but she cooperated by pressing her lips to his. She could feel Zhou Song's excitement; his breathing was rapid and heavy.

Zhou Song tried to take off Chen Yan's clothes, but Chen Yan stopped him: "Don't let them see, otherwise they'll take advantage of you again." The two went into the study. Before the door was closed, Zhou Song hurriedly tried to pull off Chen Yan's top, but then found it troublesome, so he simply pushed Chen Yan down on the bed. Without even lifting Chen Yan's skirt, he put his head under her skirt and started licking her vulva... Chen Yan was also infected by Zhou Song's behavior. She quickly took off her own top and started rubbing her breasts vigorously.

"Hmm... um... ah... ah..." Zhou Song licked Chen Yan's crotch, his hot breath burning against her vulva, making her feel as if her entire vulva was enveloped by an impulse... After licking for a while, Zhou Song stood up with his saliva and Chen Yan's vaginal fluid on his lips, quickly pulled down his pants, and, holding his reddened penis that had been used twice, thrust it into Chen Yan's already dripping wet vulva... "Hurry... take a picture right away... I... like it so much..." Zhou Song said, panting heavily.

"I... I... know..." Chen Yan also said, panting softly.

"Before...before, when you did it with me, you were like a block of wood...damn...being...being fucked so slutty by these ugly, rough...dirty men...fucked to death..." Zhou Song said, thrusting his penis even harder.

"You...you...be gentle...oh...oh...oh...it's killing me...ah...do you...want to go in and see...?" "Wait...when she's...fucked to pleasure...huff...I...I'll go in..." "Then...you...hurry up...cum..."

"I want you to orgasm first..." Zhou Song whispered.

Chen Yan kissed Zhou Song gratefully and said, "No need, I can't...oh...you're already very good..." "Why?" Zhou Song asked, puzzled.

"If I could climax so easily, wouldn't I be fucked to death by those stinky men?" "Oh—that's true!" Zhou Song stopped worrying, but then he thought about how easily his wife could climax, and said, "But... Jinling, that slut... she climaxes so easily..." "So concerned about her?" Chen Yan said jealously, "Your wife is being fucked by migrant workers right now!" "Won't there be any problems?"

"Don't worry, your wife is a slut, no matter how many men fuck her, it's fine. Even a penis twice your size would find her pussy too wide. What do you think those child's play could do to him?" "Hmm, that makes sense..."

A little while later, Zhou Song finally ejaculated a third time inside Chen Yan, but it trembled and nothing came out.

At noon, Chen Yan secretly cooked some food and ate with Zhou Song in the study. As for the group of men in the bedroom, only three were left, and they didn't feel hungry. Jinling was immersed in the full pleasure, and her uterus was already full of the men's semen.

After dinner, Chen Yan continued filming in the bedroom, while Zhou Song began designing his so-called "adulterer's album" in the study.

By the time Zhou Song finished the album, it was already six o'clock in the evening. During this time, the men in the bedroom had changed eight times; that is, aside from the first four men who had already left, 28 more men had had sex with Jin Ling. Each man seemed to have agreed to spend fifteen to twenty minutes—the lewd scene was a key factor in the men's rapid ejaculation—and Jin Ling's orgasm was still as intense and swift as ever.

Chen Yan then entered the study.

"Wow, I'm exhausted from filming!" she said lazily, lying down on the bed.

"Are you done filming?" Zhou Song asked.

"They're all filmed. The last three are still fucking your wife, hehe..." Chen Yan chuckled and paused. "Guess what Lao Huang said?" "What did he say?"

"He said all his men have been here, and the rest are locals, so he didn't dare call them..." Chen Yan's face showed an exaggerated and incredulous expression. She patted her chest and said, "I never believed a woman could be gang-raped by so many men. I used to take 15 clients a day at most, which made me need to rest for at least two or three days. You're not a woman, so you don't know. It's great when you're having sex, but it hurts down there after a while. Your wife is amazing..." "How many... how many are there now?" Zhou Song asked excitedly and nervously.

"Including these three, that's a total of 35. I think you'll achieve your goal in less than three days! Hehehe." Chen Yan laughed again. "This is no challenge for your wife!" "Are these three filmed too?" Zhou Song asked.

"Yes!" Chen Yan nodded. "Only the classic scene is missing." "Bring it here quickly!" Zhou Song said nervously.

"It's in the bedroom! I think I'll wait a bit since I'll have to go there anyway. Besides, don't you want to go see how your wife is doing?" "I do want to see her, but is it appropriate to go now?" Zhou Song hesitated.

"Then I'll go take a look first. Hehe."

The men finally left, leaving Jin Ling lying blankly in the space filled with the strong, fishy smell of semen. She didn't even notice Chen Yan and Zhou Song entering the bedroom.

Zhou Song could now see more clearly that his wife's lower body was completely enveloped by a foamy mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, with only her vulva, swollen from the frequent thrusting of the man's penis, still wide open, continuously leaking white semen. His wife's breathing gradually became steady, her breasts still erect from the man's stimulation, surrounded by many teeth marks of varying depths, which she was gently stroking with her hands. The blush on her face gradually faded, revealing her pure beauty again, but the semen left by the man and her own saliva dripped down her cheeks, wetting her long hair, making her look tired and disheveled... "Little bitch..." Chen Yan looked at Zhou Song's reddened eyes and gently glanced at Jin Ling. She could feel Zhou Song's excitement and stimulation, but at this moment she wanted to see Jin Ling's expression even more, and she couldn't hide her own excitement.

"Hmm..." Jin Ling still didn't open her eyes, only responding casually, still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Bitch..." Zhou Song spoke slowly but forcefully, his voice trembling with excitement.

This sound was like a bolt from the blue for Jin Ling—

she opened her eyes abruptly, feeling the world spin. Her breathing, which had been gradually calming, suddenly quickened again, making it almost impossible to breathe—her husband was standing there, looking at her with a half-smile, looking at her genitals. She could see the anger and lust in Zhou Song's eyes—she followed Zhou Song's gaze to her genitals: her pubic hair, soaked with semen and vaginal fluid, was layered and bubbly. She couldn't see further down, but she could feel it—as if those men's penises hadn't left her body. Pleasure and unease flowed through her vagina, the unease intensifying with the flow of semen… She was now fully awake!

"You...I..." Jin Ling didn't know how to begin, or rather, she understood that any explanation would be meaningless—she had repeatedly stopped her husband from ejaculating inside her, yet now, more than one man's semen was flowing continuously from her uterus, vagina, vulva, pubic hair, and bed; anyone could clearly see that it was not the work of one man.

"What do you want to say?" Zhou Song calmed himself down. He wanted to make his wife feel pain, and to let her sink into eternal despair because of that pain. He wanted her to feel his anger, so he spoke calmly.

Jin Ling curled up, lying on her side to avoid looking at Zhou Song, and then began to sob—like a pitiful abandoned person. However pitiful she was, the semen that "popped" out from between her bent and clenched legs flowed down her thighs to her waist and onto the bed—the annoying "popped" sound made Jin Ling feel an unprecedented sense of shame, a shame greater than being naked in front of a strange man, and even greater than being gang-raped by a strange man—she couldn't describe this shame, only feeling that she had almost lost all hope of living... Chen Yan had already left the bedroom. She was laughing inside, laughing so hard she almost twisted her body. However, this was a matter between husband and wife, and it wouldn't be appropriate for her to stand there. So she wisely withdrew, but she didn't intend to leave. She stood at the bedroom door, so that Jin Ling couldn't see her, while she could see Zhou Song.

"You slut!" Zhou Song cursed fiercely. "Speak up! Why aren't you saying anything? Haven't you always been so innocent?" "..."

"How could this be? Didn't you say you'd only let me fuck you?" Zhou Song chose a relatively dry spot, sat down, and pulled Jin Ling's leg over with one hand. His other hand reached towards her genitals, grabbing a handful of semen. "What's this, hmm? So much?" "..."

"Didn't you always want me to wear a hat while you did it? Oh, I know, you like other people's stuff! I think you like more than just one person's stuff, right? Look at you, how amazing you are, making a man ejaculate all over the sheets..." "I asked you if you wanted to be fucked by other men, and you got angry with me! I want to fulfill your wish to be fucked by unfamiliar men, but you have to pretend to be innocent? I warned you long ago that you have to let me know before you want men... Hehehe... So you like to cheat on your husband!" "Can you tell me how many green hats I have on my head? I quite like green hats, didn't I tell you? Didn't you say I was a pervert, hehehe..." "..." Jin Ling was still sobbing.

Zhou Song's calm yet biting words struck Jin Ling's nerves—all along, her husband had been incredibly considerate and caring, always insisting that she reach orgasm first before he ejaculated; yet, at her friend's house, she had repeatedly been raped by a group of vulgar, ugly, and unfamiliar men; her husband had constantly demanded that she be more wanton in bed to arouse him, but she had not only repeatedly disappointed him but had even neglected him for three months; yet, at her friend's house, she had been as wanton as a bitch, licking the penises of unfamiliar men, her vagina dripping with their semen; Zhou Song had tried to persuade her to be more active in her sex life, even if it was just to please him, but she had repeatedly refused him and even ridiculed him; yet, in another setting, she had begged her friend to invite unfamiliar men to rape her… After ten hours of continuous orgasms and without food or rest, her already exhausted body could not withstand such a severe blow, and Jin Ling fainted.

Chen Yan went to make dinner.

Zhou Song sat silently by the bed, watching Jin Ling. What is a woman? Why does she always hold an attitude in front of her closest loved ones that she shouldn't have in front of her lovers? Why does she always refuse to let her husband cross the surging shore of desire, preferring to let other innocent people cross it instead? Why does she always ignore kind advice, always leaving behind a lingering problem, and then crying out in grievance? Why is it that when it's obvious you're being promiscuous, you pretend to be a saint, stabbing people in the back, even multiple times? Why?

So many whys, so frustrating! Hehehe! (The author laughs to himself) Night falls.

Zhou Song and Chen Yan organize the programs they recorded during the day, and can't help but find Jin Ling's promiscuous potential unbelievable. After they finish organizing the videos, they go into the bedroom to check on Jin Ling, who is still fast asleep, and then they fall asleep in each other's arms in the guest room.

Chapter Six: Semen, the Slut's Prize.

On a recent day, Zhou Song and Chen Yan, worried that Jin Ling might do something rash, got up early to check on her. Finding Jin Ling still fast asleep, Chen Yan went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Zhou Song shook Jin Ling awake, looking at her swollen eyes, a pang of reluctance welling up inside him.

Jin Ling silently sat up, another "squeak" sound coming from her lower body, followed by more semen leaking from her vagina. She blushed and lowered her head in embarrassment.

Zhou Song gently patted her back and said, "Don't worry, I don't blame you!" "Really?" Jin Ling stared at Zhou Song with wide eyes, her face filled with excitement.

"Yes, actually I don't blame you at all. I just wanted to scare you yesterday, but who knew you were so easily frightened, hehe," Zhou Song smiled and kissed her forehead.

"You're not lying to me? I did something I'm sorry for..." Jin Ling lowered her head again.

"I just want to ask... do you... still love me?" Zhou Song stared at her and asked.

"I... um... but... I can't forgive myself... sob..." Jin Ling said, covering her face and crying again.

"Aren't you annoying? Stop it!" Zhou Song shouted, "Didn't you cry enough last night? You didn't eat all day yesterday, aren't you hungry? Did those men feed you?" Jin Ling cried even louder when she heard "unfamiliar men".

"Alright, alright, I said I don't blame you, why are you still crying!" Zhou Song stood up and said, "Go take a shower, come out and eat, don't starve yourself!" In the dining room, Chen Yan was busy setting the table. She looked up and saw Zhou Song coming out of the bedroom, then smiled and winked. Zhou Song smiled and winked back. A moment later, the sound of running water came from the bathroom in the bedroom.

Zhou Song pulled up a chair, sat down, and sighed, "Finally, it's all settled. You must have been exhausted yesterday too?" "You know how to care about me, huh? Aren't you afraid someone will be jealous?" Chen Yan smiled charmingly, then turned around and served rice.

"Vinegar is good, it aids digestion and helps with disinfection." Zhou Song looked at Chen Yan's full hips encased in a pink two-piece bodysuit, and couldn't help but get hard again. He then thought of his wife who was taking a shower, and said to Chen Yan, "Sister Yan, A-Ling is taking a shower, could you get her some clothes? I don't think she'll wear those sexy lingeries in front of me now, so pick something more ordinary for her, otherwise she won't be able to leave the house!" "Hehe, I really want to fall in love with you, you little rascal, so considerate, I'm so envious! Getting clothes is easy, but remember this, you're not allowed to call me Sister Yan anymore, it makes me sound old!" With that, Chen Yan put down the rice spoon, swaying her hips as she walked out of the kitchen, turning back to Zhou Song with a charming smile before leaving, "Got it!" "Then what should I call you? You are indeed three years older than me!" Zhou Song smiled, "Should I call you Grandma?" "Call me whatever you want, just don't make me sound old! Hehehe." Chen Yan's laughter came from the hallway.

Chen Yan entered the bedroom and knocked on the bathroom door, saying, "Ah Ling, did you bring any clothes?" "...I...I'll just wear what I wore yesterday!" Jin Ling replied from inside the bathroom.

"Forget it, your outfit is fine, but your underwear is covered in semen from those men. Let me find you some clothes." "Oh..."

After a while, Jin Ling came out of the bathroom naked, glared at Chen Yan, and said softly, "He...why did he come?" "I...I asked him to come, hehe," Chen Yan said, looking at Jin Ling's naked body.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Jin Ling glanced at Chen Yan, "What are we going to do now? I..." "What's there to do? Your husband likes you being fucked by other men, hehe," Chen Yan laughed lewdly, recalling yesterday's events, "Zhou Song was pretty good, he exhausted me!" "When...when did he come? Did you do it too?" Jin Ling stared at Chen Yan with wide eyes, trying to extract some secrets she didn't know from Chen Yan's eyes.

"He got here before you..." Chen Yan pointed at Jin Ling's breasts and laughed, "Look, have your breasts gotten any bigger?" "You're going too far! Hurry up and get some clothes!" Jin Ling looked down; her breasts were still the same as before, except the teeth marks were still there, and she couldn't help feeling uneasy again.

Chen Yan opened the wardrobe, found a white lace bra, and handed it to Jin Ling.

Jin Ling took the bra and looked at it, then said shyly, "I... I think I shouldn't wear this kind of bra!" "Hehe, afraid of arousing someone again?" Chen Yan said with a cruel laugh, "The arousal has already been done. Don't you think about it? You can do this with a stranger, why don't you consider Zhou Song's feelings? Do you have to put on a pure act in front of your husband? Actually, Zhou Song still loves you. Sometimes I'm really envious. He also wants you to be happy and fulfilled. Doesn't he keep asking you to be a little more wanton? Can't you just go along with him for a moment? I think you're really selfish!" "..." "..."

Chen Yan continued, "Zhou Song hopes to release his sexual repression through you, but what about you? You release your sexual repression through others, not only failing to understand Zhou Song's feelings but also constantly hurting him. More importantly, the source of his sexual repression is you—you always play the innocent role in front of him, making it impossible for him to escape his sexual fantasies. Actually, it's all your fault! He told me that every time he has sex with you, he has to masturbate once or twice immediately—don't you think you're cruel? A married man can't even reach orgasm when having sex with his wife? Isn't that ridiculous?" Jin Ling began to sob softly again.

"Stop crying!" Chen Yan said impatiently, "Will crying solve the problem? Think about what you should do!" "But...but...I...I...I really don't know what to do." Jin Ling covered her face with her hands, trying hard not to cry.

"Want to know what to do? Listen to me, put on this bra!" Chen Yan shook the bra in her hand and continued, "Make yourself look beautiful. What man doesn't like his wife to be pretty? Hehe." Jin Ling wiped away her tears, took the bra from Chen Yan, and put it on. However, her breasts were too small and couldn't compare to Chen Yan's 36D perky breasts.

Chen Yan hadn't thought about this detail; she only wanted Jin Ling to appear sexy in front of Zhou Song. But she found that the bra she had chosen didn't look right on Jin Ling, so she laughed self-deprecatingly, "Oh... just wear panties, no need for a bra. I'll have to add some stuff for you later, hehehe..." "Add what stuff?" Jin Ling asked as she took off her bra.

"Something to make your breasts bigger!" Chen Yan said.

"No need, no need!" Jin Ling remembered what Chen Yan had said before—that breasts are made bigger by men touching and fucking them—and thought Chen Yan was going to find a man to enlarge her breasts, so she hurriedly declared her position.

"What's your rush!" Chen Yan laughed. "Zhou Song has seen what he should have seen, and he's seen what he shouldn't have seen. Don't you think it's a bit too late now?" "It's all your fault!" Jin Ling said angrily, putting on yesterday's suit.

"Me? Who begged me to find a man?" Chen Yan said. "Besides, don't you think you're happier living like this? What's the use of regretting it now that it's already done? Zhou Song actually quite liked your performance yesterday. Why don't you listen to what he has to say?" Zhou Song ate his meal alone, absentmindedly moving his chopsticks. He was thinking about how to expand his gains—given yesterday's situation, having his wife fucked by 100 men was no challenge. He was thinking of using his wife as a tool to stimulate his desires. He wanted to try every evil or perverted sexual thing he could think of and accept on his wife.

Chen Yan and Jin Ling walked in.

Zhou Song smiled when he saw them come in—Jin Ling smiled awkwardly back at him.

Chen Yan sat down, looking at the strange couple, and immediately felt the atmosphere was uncomfortably tense. She said, "Do you two look like a couple? Song, Jin Ling wants to hear your thoughts." "What thoughts?" Zhou Song asked nervously, unsure of what to say. The jealousy in his heart was still strongly stimulating his adrenaline.

"Don't listen to her nonsense... I..." Jin Ling said helplessly.

"So, what's your opinion on yesterday's erotic performance?" Chen Yan asked vaguely, trying to figure out how to make the situation calmer and more natural.

"What do I need to comment on?" Zhou Song said calmly.

"Well, let's put it this way. Do you... do you want your wife to be more lewd in bed?" Chen Yan began to coax.

Jin Ling blushed deeply and could only continue eating.

"Yes, of course! There's a saying—at home, a housewife; out in public, a lady; in bed, a slut. That's every man's ideal wife, isn't it?" Zhou Song said.

"Then... what if the wife is a slut..." Chen Yan hesitated, trying to put it more tactfully, "Could the wife let other men have their way with her...?" "What's the situation now!" Zhou Song shouted, "This isn't a question of whether it's possible or not!" Jin Ling glanced at Zhou Song, hearing anger in his voice... "I want to know your thoughts!" Chen Yan echoed loudly.

"As long as the family remains intact, I won't mind!" Zhou Song said.

"That settles it, doesn't it?" Chen Yan sighed and continued, "In other words, you agree to your wife having sex with other men!" "Yes, but it must be purely physical, no emotional involvement!" Zhou Song nodded.

"What if my wife became a prostitute? Wouldn't that have an emotional impact?" Chen Yan picked up a sausage and put it in her mouth.

"Well...it has to be her consent."

Chen Yan mumbled, chewing on a sausage. "Little bitch Ling, did you hear that? What about you?" "I...I don't know..." Jin Ling glanced shyly at Zhou Song and whispered.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Chen Yan exclaimed.

"I..." Jin Ling hesitated for a moment, "I...Song..." "What's this?" Chen Yan laughed. "Is it up to Zhou Song?" "Hmm..." Jin Ling lowered her head and replied softly.

"Song, what do you think?" Chen Yan felt she was too good at mediating marital problems.

"You decide!" Zhou Song said. "I don't have any extraordinary requirements, but I need to know who she's slept with!" "Okay, no problem!" Chen Yan knew Zhou Song was saying this to Jin Ling, because even if Jin Ling didn't say anything, she would report it herself.

After the three finished breakfast, they sat down in the living room and chatted. The atmosphere was still a little awkward, but not as tense as before.

Chen Yan, seeing this, couldn't let them continue their cold war. She liked Zhou Song's thoughtfulness, and in this situation, she should help restore their relationship to normal. This way, Jin Ling would be grateful to her, and Zhou Song would be able to interact with her more naturally.

So she pointed to her breasts and said, "Song, don't you think Xiao Ling's breasts are a bit too small? She can't wear many pretty clothes." "Yes, I keep trying to buy her breast enhancement devices and medications, but she always refuses. What can I do?" Zhou Song understood Chen Yan's thoughts.

"Nonsense," Jin Ling said shyly.

"What nonsense? Didn't we buy an electric breast massager before?" Zhou Song chuckled and turned to Chen Yan, "Guess what happened?" "What happened?"

"She only wore it for two days before getting annoyed and refusing to use it anymore."

"That thing is uncomfortable, it always vibrates all over my body," Jin Ling said softly.

"Oh..." Chen Yan clung to Zhou Song's neck and smiled at Jin Ling, "Ling, you're so lucky to have such a considerate husband. Share some with me..." "How can I share..." Jin Ling began to feel grateful to Chen Yan, and she understood Chen Yan's good intentions.

"Let Song be my husband too!" Chen Yan said, kissing Zhou Song on the cheek.

Zhou Song laughed, "Do you think I'm dead? You want to share with me? Hehehe... One woman is enough for me, and two more? I won't do it!" "What's wrong with me? Have you had enough of me?" Jin Ling also kissed Zhou Song on the cheek.

"No... nothing... hehehe..." Zhou Song was overjoyed, "I'm afraid I can't handle it!" "Why can't you handle it?" Chen Yan laughed.

"With you guys like this, it would be a miracle if I didn't get drained dry!" Zhou Song laughed.

"How did we drain you dry? Give me a reason! Hehehe..." Chen Yan pretended to pounce.

"Look at Ah Ling... she was fucked by so many men yesterday..." Zhou Song glanced at Jin Ling, wanting to see her expression, and then said, "And today she can still mess with me... you tell me... how can I, with only one person, satisfy both of you..." "You bad guy..." Jin Ling also relaxed from the unease of yesterday's scene and pretended to pounce.

"Look, you don't even have two wives yet, but you already have two tigresses!" Zhou Song widened his eyes and put his hands over his open mouth in a terrified expression, which caused a burst of laughter and made the atmosphere more lively.

"Now, you can't escape even if you want to!" Chen Yan laughed and put Zhou Song's hand in her arms, "Face reality! Hehehe." "Is this realistic enough?" Zhou Song took the opportunity to grab Chen Yan's breast and laughed, "So big..." "It's not fair, I want one too!" Jin Ling also shouted and tried to hug Zhou Song.

"You should work on your breasts first, hehehe," Chen Yan said with a smile, gesturing towards Jin Ling, then turning to Zhou Song, "Do you agree?" "Agreed! Hahaha!" Zhou Song was very pleased with himself, reaching his right hand inside Jin Ling's short skirt to grope her—Zhou Song was extremely happy, with a wanton, sexy beauty on his left and a seemingly innocent young woman on his right—both his wives. "Do you have any way to make A-Ling's breasts bigger?" "I've already told A-Ling about the method..." Chen Yan smiled and winked at Jin Ling.

"Really?" Zhou Song turned to Jin Ling with an inquiring look. "What's the method? I'll definitely help you!" "Hahaha..." Chen Yan laughed so hard she almost fell over. "You have to help!" Jin Ling lowered her head shyly.

"I'll help, I definitely will." Zhou Song nodded to Jin Ling. "My wish is to make you sexy and beautiful!" Chen Yan was already laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

"What method? Tell me!" Zhou Song turned to Chen Yan again.

"Why don't you ask A-Ling?" Chen Yan patted her chest, panting, and then said to Jin Ling, "Why are you so shy? Tell him!" "I..." Jin Ling didn't dare to look up.

"What 'I'? I can't stand it!" Zhou Song looked at Jin Ling; he was increasingly enjoying humiliating her.

"It's just..." Jin Ling said in a voice so soft she could barely hear herself, "...find...find a man..." "What for?" Zhou Song asked with a smile.

"Come...come play..."

"Play what?" Zhou Song pressed.

"I..."

"What? Play what? Explain clearly, otherwise how can I help you! Hehehe." Zhou Song laughed.

"Find men to play with me..." Jin Ling blurted out, suddenly feeling much lighter.

"Oh...then are you willing..."

"What do you mean, willing or not? Yesterday those men came to help her get breast augmentation!" Chen Yan interrupted.

"Sister Yan..." Jin Ling was shy but helpless.

"It's okay, Song will agree, right?" "I have no objection!" Zhou Song laughed and forcefully pinched Jin Ling's vulva, and Jin Ling cried out.

"Ah..."

"Are you moaning?" Chen Yan looked at Jin Ling in confusion.

"She's moaning in heat! Hehehe..." Zhou Song laughed. "First wife, do you have a problem with that? You moan too!" "First wife? Hehe," Chen Yan laughed. "Wouldn't Jin Ling become a mistress then?" "Why not!" Zhou Song turned to Jin Ling and grinned wickedly. "Second wife, do you still want to do some breast exercises today?" "No...no..." Jin Ling said shyly, her voice trembling.

"Then what are we going to do today?" Zhou Song was at a loss. What would he do if there was no program?

"Jin Ling was tired yesterday. Even if she wasn't, her lower body definitely needs a rest. Hehe, how about we all go out and have some fun today?" Chen Yan said, looking at Zhou Song.

"That sounds good, but where should we go? Besides, we can't go out every day. Can we have fun today and tomorrow? I really want to find a job, otherwise I won't even have anything to eat..." "Look at your serious face, I thought something was wrong!" Chen Yan said sweetly. "How about I introduce you to a job?" "Okay, what kind of job?" Zhou Song asked excitedly.

"The job I'm introducing is definitely a good one, hehe," Chen Yan said with a smile, glancing at Jin Ling. Seeing Jin Ling looking at her blankly, she became even more smug. "This job is easy, you don't have to do any work, you just have to wait to collect the money, hehehe..." Jin Ling felt a chill run down her spine at the sound of her voice. Could it be— "What kind of job is this? Such a good deal?"

"Ah Ling buys sex, you collect the money! Hehehe..." Chen Yan laughed as she ran away. "You can get breast enhancement, make money, and it's effortless!" "Hehe, that's a good idea!" Zhou Song also smiled and turned to look at Jin Ling. "What do you think? Your juices are flowing again, hehehe... I don't need to say anything—you like it! Hahaha." "..."

"Really? Let me see..." Chen Yan ran back. She didn't believe Jin Ling was so sensitive.

Chen Yan squatted down and reached out to roll up Jin Ling's short skirt...

Jin Ling tensed up and looked to Zhou Song for help—but Zhou Song got up and tackled her onto the sofa, pressing down on her shoulders while saying to Chen Yan, "Hehe, I'll help you! It'd be best to take off your underwear too, so we can see more clearly!" Jin Ling knew that struggling was futile, so she gave in to their wishes and stopped protecting herself, only pretending to struggle.

In just a few moments, Chen Yan had pulled down her underwear. Chen Yan held the underwear, looked at it, and laughed, "Really, it's all wet!" Zhou Song released his wife, took the soaking wet underwear from Chen Yan's hand, and smelled it, saying, "Hehe, this isn't vaginal discharge, it's semen!" "It's..." Jin Ling was about to say that she hadn't leaked vaginal discharge, but she choked on her words—if it wasn't vaginal discharge, it was semen.

"That's too much!" Chen Yan exclaimed, feigning disbelief. "It's been so long, and there's still more?" "I've made up my mind!" Zhou Song held up his underwear, took a deep breath, and shouted like a commander.

The two women looked bewildered. "Decided what?"

"You..." Zhou Song looked at Jin Ling and said, "Ling, from now on, your cunt will be used to hold men's semen! How about that?" "What about me?" Chen Yan asked curiously.

"I haven't decided yet, but I want to see what the differences are between you two!" Zhou Song winked at Chen Yan with a lewd grin. "Take off your underwear too!" "Now?" Chen Yan asked, laughing.

"Yeah, I have an idea..." Zhou Song looked at Jin Ling.

"What idea?" Chen Yan was always eager to know; she knew Zhou Song's idea must be very exciting.

"Take off your panties first," Zhou Song said, grabbing Chen Yan and then turning to Jin Ling, "Ling, help me take off her panties!" Jin Ling immediately reached under Chen Yan's dress and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Seeing the hole at the bottom, she exclaimed, "Sister Yan, why are you wearing such sexy panties? Hehe..." "To seduce your husband!" Chen Yan laughed. "Didn't you tell me to seduce him? Hehe." "Seduce me?!" Zhou Song released Chen Yan and looked down at the panties. "Wow, it's open, first wife. I wonder if your cunt has opened yet?" "It's open. How about it? Do you still have the energy to fuck me?" Chen Yan said, bending over to pick up the panties as she stepped forward.

"Little wife, you should learn more from the first wife!" Zhou Song said to Jin Ling.

Jin Ling blushed, but Chen Yan asked with a puzzled look, "Learn what?" "Learn your slutty ways!"

"Does she even need to learn? Didn't you see how wanton she was yesterday! Ah Ling, what do you think?" Chen Yan suddenly remembered something and asked again, "Honey, didn't you just say you decided something?" "Oh, right! I almost forgot about that." Zhou Song scratched his head and laughed, "I want to compare your two vaginas to see who can hold more semen, hehe." Jin Ling still couldn't let go of yesterday's scene in front of her husband, feeling sorry for him. Hearing Zhou Song mention semen, she felt ashamed again... Chen Yan laughed, "Do we even need to compare? We can definitely hold more than you, hehe." "Not comparing with me, hehe, it's the two of you comparing..." Zhou Song started touching Chen Yan's buttocks.

"Then Ah Ling will definitely win, there's no way to compare." Chen Yan twisted her waist and laughed, leaning on Zhou Song's shoulder.

Seeing Zhou Song and Chen Yan's intimacy, Jin Ling's instinctive jealousy surged. She stood up indifferently, straightened her skirt, and said, "Song, where are my panties? Give them back!" "I suddenly really want to see you being fucked by a man. I'll give you a task..." Zhou Song said with a wicked smile, his hands roaming over Chen Yan's body. "Go seduce a few men, okay?" "I... I don't know how... to seduce..." Jin Ling stared at her husband in fear.

"You don't want to, or you don't want to?" Zhou Song still held Chen Yan's breast with one hand, while starting to unbuckle his belt with the other. He had already decided to have sex with Chen Yan in front of Jin Ling, and at the same time, to humiliate Jin Ling.

"I don't want to..." Jin Ling's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Then what if I call a man? You'll definitely want him, right?"

"I..."

"Stop with the 'I' and 'you' stuff, come help me take off my pants. In a little while, I'll call a man to make you feel good!" Zhou Song helped Chen Yan sit on the sofa, then knelt in front of her, lifted her skirt, and plunged his head between Chen Yan's legs.

"So fragrant..." Zhou Song took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said in a drunken daze.

"You're being indecent so early in the morning!" Chen Yan laughed and scolded Zhou Song, stroking his head. Although she scolded him, her legs spread open on their own, her clean mons pubis was pink, and her moist labia, which had been tightly closed, were now sticking out like tongues, looking extremely cute.

Zhou Song turned and stood up, pushing the stunned Jin Ling onto the sofa. Her skirt was also lifted, revealing her pubic hair-covered vulva. Jin Ling shyly tried to close her legs, but Zhou Song forcefully pried them open.

"Stop pretending, look at this!" Zhou Song brushed a finger of clear fluid from Jin Ling's vulva and waved it in front of her, then stood up and said, "Take off your pants." Jin Ling reached down and pulled off her panties, which were swollen from Zhou Song's erect penis, revealing it sprang out, twitching and gesturing defiantly.

Jin Ling instinctively opened her mouth to take it in, but Chen Yan grabbed it first, causing her to freeze and blush deeply.

"It's so hard!" Chen Yan reached out and grasped Zhou Song's vagina. "Aren't you afraid we'll suck you dry?" "To die under a peony flower is to die romantically! I accept it. Besides, I'm not afraid of being sucked dry by you, because before you suck me dry, I'll find someone to help me gag you! Hehehe." Zhou Song groped Chen Yan's breasts with one hand and Jin Ling's lower body with the other.

"Ah Ling, didn't you want to eat it?" Chen Yan had already seen it, and now she held the penis and brought it to Jin Ling's mouth.

"No...no..." Jin Ling stared at the penis getting closer and closer to her mouth and stammered, "I don't...want..." "Then you only want someone else's penis?" Zhou Song said calmly, "First wife, quickly think of a way for my little wife, she wants someone else's penis!" "I...I didn't...don't want..." Jin Ling said incoherently, she was so nervous that she was about to cry.

"Stop!" Zhou Song shouted loudly, "I'll make you cry even if you want to have fun, damn it! You're obviously going against me, aren't you? I want you to openly and freely indulge in your lustful ways, but you refuse and insist on doing it secretly! I want you to openly and honestly cuckold me, but you insist on doing it secretly! My patience has its limits. If you feel wronged, we'll get a divorce tomorrow!" After this outburst, his once erect penis now hung limply between Zhou Song's legs like a defeated rooster.

"I...I don't want to...I was wrong...It's all...it's all my fault...I'll listen to you from now on...I don't want a divorce...I don't want to..." Jin Ling's face was filled with fear, grievance, and pain. She reached out and grabbed Zhou Song's limp penis, putting it in her mouth and saying intermittently, "...I...want a man...I like...men fucking me...I'm a prostitute...I'm a slut..." Chen Yan stared blankly at Zhou Song. She hadn't expected Zhou Song to get so angry, nor had she expected it to have such an effect... Zhou Song nodded with satisfaction and said to Chen Yan, "Ask that foreman if there's anyone bored. Tell him you're going to offer free entertainment again." Chen Yan quickly picked up the phone and was about to dial...

when she heard Zhou Song say again, "Use speakerphone. Once you dial," he paused and turned to Jin Ling, "Go and beg him!" Jin Ling, with the gradually erect penis in her mouth, hurriedly nodded.

Chen Yan dialed the number—

"Hello, Xiao Yan? What's up?"

"No...no, it's A-Ling..." Jin Ling stammered softly.

"A-Ling?" A confused voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's...A-Yan's friend..."

"Who? Do I know you?" Old Huang didn't remember her name at all.

"You...I..." Jin Ling didn't know how to explain, and looked up at Zhou Song, who excitedly made a fucking gesture.

"What 'you, you, I'm busy, what's up?" Old Huang said impatiently.

"Yesterday...you guys just fucked...fucked me..." Jin Ling felt very despicable, how could she say such things, but at the same time, the tingling sensation in her lower body began to spread, and her vagina was wetting her skirt.

"Oh...oh! Sorry, hehe, what's up?" Old Huang laughed, he would do this to any god of wealth, let alone a female god of wealth, who not only gave money but also sex.

Zhou Song sat between the two women, his left hand reaching down to Chen Yan's lower body, while his right hand entered Jin Ling's vagina

and began to caress it. "Oh..." Jin Ling let out a soul-stirring moan and trembled as she spoke, "I don't know... oh... are you free...?" "We're very busy right now, but what's up?" Old Huang had a premonition that the God of Wealth was coming again. Although he had slept with this woman before, he still maintained some decorum, otherwise offending the God of Wealth wouldn't be a good thing.

"I... oh... want..." Jin Ling hesitated, looking shyly at Zhou Song. Zhou Song's response was to thrust his fingers, which were inserted into Jin Ling's vagina

, in and out forcefully. "Oh... oh... I... I want you to... fuck me... ah..." Jin Ling almost shouted these words. After she finished speaking, Zhou Song felt her legs suddenly tighten, her vagina contracting violently, followed by a gush of fluid that soaked his hand—she had orgasmed.

"Is it the same as yesterday?" Old Huang asked impatiently.

"Mmm..." Jin Ling replied weakly, leaning against Zhou Song's shoulder.

Zhou Song quickly pressed the speakerphone button, hung up the phone, and then gently stroked Jin Ling's hair, asking softly, "Was it comfortable?" "Mmm..."

Zhou Song helped Jin Ling lean back on the sofa, letting her continue to enjoy the afterglow of her orgasm. Then he turned and hugged Chen Yan, leering, "What about you? Want them to replenish their energy too?" "No way! I have to pay if I want to play! Hehe." Chen Yan laughed lewdly, stroking Zhou Song's penis, and continued, "I didn't expect someone as refined as you to come up with such perverted ideas. Look at your penis, it gets all prickly at the mention of letting other men fuck your wife. Hehehe..." "I'm playing with you. Do you want to pay?" Zhou Song hugged Chen Yan with one hand and stroked her vulva with the other. "It's all wet!" "Hehe, I'm your first wife, of course you don't have to pay! Hehehe..." Chen Yan laughed lewdly, lowered her head, and opened her mouth to lick Zhou Song's hard penis... Jin Ling watched Watching her husband engage in sexual intercourse with her friend in front of her, a mixture of aching pain, intense pleasure, and expectant memories assaulted her mind and body—the tingling sensation returned, her breathing grew heavy, and she felt almost unable to breathe—the emptiness in her lower body made her restless. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but—it didn't relieve the itching—she could only close her eyes and await the man's arrival… "Oh…" A soft cry from Chen Yan interrupted Jin Ling's dream and anticipation. She opened her eyes—her husband was kneeling between Chen Yan's legs, his hands spreading Chen Yan's snow-white legs wide, his nimble and slender fingers parting Chen Yan's vulva, and he stretched out his tongue, licking Chen… Yan licked and kissed Chen Yan's pink vulva, trying to push her outstretched tongue into her vagina... Chen Yan felt like she was about to fly away, and she had to grab onto anything she could—she was afraid of losing gravity and flying off the earth, so she grabbed Zhou Song's head and pressed it hard against her vulva—as the pressure on Zhou Song's head increased, his breathing became heavier and heavier... Zhou Song savored Chen Yan's vulva, which was still so unfamiliar and fresh. For him, it was the best vulva he had ever encountered—the plump, yellowish-red mons pubis with pink labia, as cute as a child sticking out her tongue, the tight vagina was oppressive even for the insertion of a single finger, unlike her, his wife's... Even a screwdriver handle used for computer cases doesn't exert such pressure on the vagina… Jinling's emptiness in her lower body was increasing. Watching her husband perform oral sex on Chen Yan, she couldn't help but reach down and rub her genitals. She squinted, watching Zhou Song's skillful and considerate oral sex, fantasizing about a man performing oral sex on her. Her breathing quickened, and her moans grew louder… The atmosphere of passion spread throughout the living room…

A knock on the door suddenly broke the atmosphere of passion—

Zhou Song looked up—

Jinling stood up as if electrocuted, frantically adjusting her short skirt…

Chen Yan opened her alluring eyes, gently pushed aside Zhou Song's body blocking her way, slowly stood up, adjusted her skirt, and walked towards the door… “Who is it?” Chen Yan asked as she reached for the doorknob.

“Little Yan? It's me, Lao Huang!” came the reply from the doorway.

"Oh," Chen Yan asked as she opened the door, "You? What are you doing here?" Old Huang, before even stepping inside, exclaimed in surprise, "Your slutty friend just called me from here!" "Did he?" Chen Yan deliberately feigned indifference and turned to Jin Ling.

"Hmm..." Jin Ling felt so humiliated by Chen Yan's words that she wanted to disappear into a hole.

Chen Yan let Old Huang and the other three people in, closed the door, and said to Jin Ling, "How did you know his number?" "I..." Jin Ling had no idea about Old Huang's number. It was clear that Chen Yan wanted to humiliate her. Chen Yan knew Zhou Song too well; she knew that this kind of humiliation would only give Zhou Song a stronger sense of vengeful pleasure.

Chen Yan then turned to Old Huang and said, "Please sit down. Are you busy at the construction site?" "Oh dear, we can't sit down! We still have a lot of things to do. Was it you who called just now?" Old Huang wasn't sure if it was Jin Ling who called. After all, he was familiar with Jin Ling's body, but not her voice.

Jin Ling looked up at Lao Huang, her expression restrained and bewildered, then stole a glance at Zhou Song—Zhou Song's eyes clearly blazed with desire, yet he merely smiled as he watched the men enter… Lao Huang glanced at Zhou Song; he could sense Jin Ling's repression and embarrassment. He also sensed that the rather refined-looking man sitting there seemed to have a different relationship with Jin Ling—perhaps she was his mistress!

"Let's go back first. Just let me know if you need anything!" With that, Lao Huang turned to leave.

Chen Yan looked at Zhou Song, unsure whether to continue the charade or how to continue… Zhou Song looked at Jin Ling…

"Wait…wait…" Jin Ling stammered.

Old Huang turned to look at Jin Ling, then at Zhou Song, and then at Chen Yan. He felt a little awkward. Aside from Chen Yan, whom they were more familiar with, he'd only seen Zhou Song once yesterday, and although they'd slept with Jin Ling, they didn't know her name. It wasn't that they hadn't introduced her, but rather that they simply didn't want to remember—that's how the relationship between a client and a prostitute is; who would believe you're an idiot!

"Hmm—is there something you need?" Old Huang asked, turning his gaze back to Jin Ling.

"I…we'll go…to the bedroom to talk…" Jin Ling's voice was very soft, only Zhou Song could hear it.

"What…" Old Huang leaned forward, tilting his ear to ask.

"We…we'll go to the room to talk…" Jin Ling said shyly, turning and walking towards the bedroom.

Old Huang and the others heard this, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes. He said to the men he'd brought, "Wait a minute, or should we go back first?" The others sensed the atmosphere wasn't as harmonious as usual and excused themselves.

Chen Yan glanced at Zhou Song, then saw the others out.

In the bedroom, Old Huang, one hand on Jin Ling's chest, said, "What's wrong? Who was that man? You seem quite afraid of him! Did you make the call just now?" "Yes, she did!"

Chen Yan's voice came from behind. Old Huang quickly lowered his hand and turned to see Chen Yan and Zhou Song walking in, embracing.

"Then why did you say no? Are you messing with me? Hehehe." Old Huang grinned obsequiously, not wanting to offend Chen Yan. "May I ask your name, Yan?" "Oh, he's my friend." Chen Yan smiled seductively at Old Huang, "He wants you to do something exciting, hehe." "What exciting? I'm old, I can't handle anything too exciting!" Old Huang leered, then turned to Zhou Song, "My surname is Huang, what's your name?" "My surname is Zhou, you can just call me Little Zhou. Hehe." Zhou Song also pretended to be relaxed, "I..." "I heard from Sister Yan that there's a slut here begging for men to fuck her, so I came to see for myself. Hehe, you saw me yesterday, right?! So, is this woman slutty?" "Oh, is that so!" Old Huang relaxed. He guessed that this person might be one of Chen Yan's clients, or perhaps one of Jin Ling's many lovers. He thought for a moment, then turned to look at Jin Ling and said, "Hehe, you'll have to experience it for yourself. I can't say for sure, hahaha..." "How many people did you call this time?" Chen Yan asked.

"It would have been better if we hadn't talked about this. I told my brothers to wait and deal with them later!" Old Huang turned to Jin Ling angrily and said, "Tell me, what should we do?" "I..." Jin Ling lowered her head, not daring to look at anyone. She felt like pork on a platter in the butcher's market, being picked over and chopped up by the butcher... "I thought she was some kind of hottie!" Zhou Song's words were directed at Jin Ling, his tone indifferent, sending chills down her spine.

"Ah Yan, tell me what we should do?" Old Huang grinned.

"I didn't make the call, how would I know what to do!" Chen Yan laughed easily.

"But... I got paid..." Old Huang had to admit it.

"How much?" Chen Yan smiled, "Still 20?"

"This time it's 30, hehe," Old Huang chuckled awkwardly. "They really like this slut, hehehe... so I... raised the price a bit..." Jin Ling didn't know there was this hidden agenda. She felt like she was being forced to pay for sex, a feeling that ignited a burning desire within her, searing her nerves, leaving her speechless and unable to control herself. She could only stare blankly at the short, old man with the protruding belly—a shameless man, and it was precisely this shamelessness that highlighted his own depravity—everything was stimulating her senses... "Ayan, what did you say her name was?" Zhou Song pointed at Jin Ling to Chen Yan.

"Jin Ling, I've said it so many times and I keep forgetting. Don't you think she's much prettier than me?" Chen Yan laughed.

"Really?" Zhou Song smiled faintly. "Xiao Ling, why don't you take the money and provide them with some service? Old Huang, how about this? You can't break your promise, right? There's always another chance to earn money next time!" "Yes, how about this?" Chen Yan echoed.

"Like this?" Old Huang thought to himself, if he added another twenty yuan, it would still be half the going rate, and there should still be people coming to play. So he steeled himself and asked Jin Ling, "Okay! Ling, here's the money, are you in?" "Oh..." Jin Ling, still immersed in the burning desire of humiliation, nodded in response.

Zhou Song sensed that the atmosphere wasn't very lively, so he said, "Old Huang, let's see who can take off their clothes the fastest, hehe." Before Old Huang could react, Zhou Song was already a worm of flesh. He turned around and hugged Chen Yan to the bed, lifting up Chen Yan's dress and pulling it up... "Don't take it off, just flip it up!" Chen Yan said coquettishly, "I still have to open the door for Old Huang in a while!" The atmosphere was immediately filled with lust again. Old Huang also took off his clothes and threw them on the ground, hugging Jin Ling... "Old Huang, you must have slept with quite a few women, right?" Zhou Song panted and lewdly stroking Chen Yan's breasts, which were covered by a black hollow bra.

"Hehe...not much, but not little either, hahaha..." Old Huang said, unbuttoning Jin Ling's clothes.

"What type of woman do you like?" Zhou Song asked.

"I like any woman who isn't sick, hahaha." Old Huang unbuttoned the last button on Jin Ling's clothes and grabbed at her bare breasts. Jin Ling had no choice but to take her clothes off herself.

Zhou Song was already kneeling between Chen Yan's legs, kissing her vulva, his eyes still glancing at Jin Ling... Old Huang was taken aback when he saw Zhou Song giving Chen Yan oral sex, so he pushed Jin Ling down on the bed and began biting her breasts... "Ah..." Jin Ling hugged Old Huang's head buried in her chest and let out a soft cry, while also glancing at Zhou Song—her husband was giving oral sex to her friend, and she was being kissed by a man, and soon this man would penetrate her. She couldn't help but close her eyes and moan—being penetrated by a man in front of her husband was even more pleasurable than being gang-raped—she found herself almost loving this feeling... Zhou Song was also stimulated by this scene. His rapid and hot breath sprayed onto Chen Yan's vulva, making Chen Yan feel like her entire lower body was burning hot, and this heat made the emptiness in her heart even more urgent... Old Huang licked Jin Ling's breasts for a while, and then he was about to mount her.

He got up and began rubbing his erect penis against Jinling's vaginal opening; Jinling closed her eyes and groped around on Lao Huang's body until she grasped his penis. She eagerly thrust her lower body forward, then tugged at Lao Huang's penis, aiming it at her vagina—closer and closer, the glans of his penis touching her labia, then the vaginal opening, the hot, throbbing head of the man's penis—she thrust her lower body forcefully, ah…it was in! The glans was inside her vagina, hot and throbbing—I… Possessed by this old and ugly man… It’s pushing in… one inch… two inch… “Oh… oh… oh… ah…” As the penis rubbed against Old Huang’s lower body, Jinling’s throat emitted a hazy, urgent, and alluring sound. She held Old Huang’s buttocks with both hands, pressing them forcefully against her lower body, her fingers sinking deep into Old Huang’s buttocks… eight inch… nine inch… ah… It’s here. Old Huang’s thick pubic hair stimulated her clitoris. It’s here. This man’s glans is inside my uterus—it feels so good, but why can’t I make a sound?

—Jinling felt her throat choked by pleasure—

Husband, do you see? This old and ugly man’s penis is inside your wife’s body. Do you see? "Ah..." Jin Ling finally forced out a long, comfortable cry from her choked throat—she had climaxed. She hugged Lao Huang's fat body tightly, rolled up her legs to clamp Lao Huang's buttocks, and thrust her lower body upwards with all her might. She was dizzy... Zhou Song also got up at this time because Chen Yan was holding his hard and hot penis; Chen Yan pulled Zhou Song's penis and rubbed it against her vulva, then aimed it at her vagina, and then she let go and hugged Zhou Song's waist and thrust upwards. At the same time, Zhou Song's buttocks sank down... "Oh... Oh oh oh..." Chen Yan's cries were rapid and clear.

Zhou Song and Lao Huang, like two working blowers, thrust in and out alternately—one up, one down, the two men pumping vigorously, as if fiddling with something, making the two women's vaginas on the bed gurgle and squeak… The lewd moans, heavy breathing, the sounds of their thrusting, and the occasional “splat” of air leaking from the vaginas composed a breathtaking symphony… Lao Huang's thrusting speed suddenly increased, and Jin Ling hugged Lao Huang even tighter. She knew that Lao Huang was about to surrender his last reserves to her. She wanted to be ejaculated into by a man in front of her husband; it was so exciting, so thrilling—come on, Jin Ling cried out in her heart.

“I…I… ****…” Lao Huang breathed heavily and urgently.

“Shoot inside…give it to me…I want it…shoot it into me…” Jin Ling thought, and unconsciously cried out.

"Oh—" Old Huang groaned, thrusting his penis all the way in and pressing it tightly against his vagina, trembling slightly as he did so… Jinling felt the penis inside her heating up and swelling. Her vaginal walls felt the pressure and heat emanating from the increasingly hot and strong penis. The penis trembled, and that trembling swept away all her itching. Then, a surge of intense heat rushed into her uterus, the heat spreading throughout her womb—Husband, he ejaculated, he ejaculated so much, this old and ugly man ejaculated inside his wife… "Ah…"

Jinling's third climax of the day surged forth uncontrollably—the pleasure emanating from her burning womb surged relentlessly through her nerve endings—Oh, so comfortable, the man's semen is so good—Jinling cried out in her heart, murmuring, "Oh...so comfortable...the semen is so good..." Chen Yan was also infected by this lewd atmosphere. Zhou Song changed his eight shallow thrusts into one deep thrust into one shallow thrust, and Chen Yan suddenly wrapped her legs around Zhou Song's waist, thrusting her buttocks upwards with all her might, and pressing down on Zhou Song's buttocks with both hands—"Ah..." With a long, soft cry, Chen Yan reached her climax. Her vagina began to contract, making Zhou Song feel as if he were being sucked in. He tried to pull out a little, but Chen Yan held him tightly… “Youth is wonderful!” Old Huang rested on Jin Ling for a moment, then sat up and turned to look at Zhou Song with a smile. He then tried to get up, but Jin Ling grabbed him. He lewdly grabbed a handful of Jin Ling’s breasts and said, “Want more? I can’t take it anymore. Others will be coming soon, don’t worry!” Jin Ling gradually recovered from her climax, clinging tightly to Old Huang. In the blink of an eye… Looking at Zhou Song, she saw that both Zhou Song and Chen Yan were also staring at her. Her already flushed face burned even hotter, and she quickly let go… “Wait a minute, there are still many men! Hehehe,” Zhou Song repeated to Jin Ling with a gentle smile. “Want more?” Old Huang, while wiping his limp penis with a tissue, laughed and said, “Of course you do!” Chen Yan had recovered considerably from her orgasm. She released her grip on Zhou Song and said sweetly, “Get down, I’ll open the door.” Zhou Song pulled his penis out of Chen Yan’s vagina, crawled to Jin Ling’s side, pointed to his wet penis, and laughed at Jin Ling, “I haven’t fucked a ** before.” "There's semen in her vagina, let's try it later!" Jin Ling turned and lay on her side, supporting her upper body with one hand and pinching her vulva with the other—she couldn't get down to let the semen out, so she had to pinch her vulva to prevent it from flowing onto the bed—she looked up and opened her mouth to take Zhou Song's penis, which he had just pulled out of Chen Yan's vagina, and began to lick it… Another woman's vagina was sticky all over her husband's penis, and the smell stimulated Jin Ling—this was her husband's penis, it used to be inside her body, but now it was no longer just hers, and was this the smell of A-Yan? —Emptiness always descends so quickly… Jin Ling looked up at Zhou Song, as if to say—Are you ready? I'm ready, go in.

Zhou Song remained unmoved.

"You can touch over there, why are you touching me! You old pervert! Hehehe." Old Huang had already dressed and was about to leave, but before leaving, he touched Chen Yan's chest, and Chen Yan slapped him back, laughing and scolding.

Hearing the door close, Chen Yan quickly came back.

As soon as she entered the bedroom, she lifted her skirt, lay on the bed, and shook her hips at Zhou Song, saying, "Come on, hurry up and cum, then focus on watching your wife get fucked!" Zhou Song looked at Chen Yan's swollen vulva, patted her snow-white buttocks, and said, "Come on, let her lick it for you, and I'll fuck my dear wife too, to feel what it's like to have your wife's vagina fucked by another man." Chen Yan was a little excited. If a man gives a woman oral sex or a woman gives a man oral sex, the primary sexual excitement is that the opposite sex is clean in people's minds, so it's a very interesting and natural thing for a man to give a woman oral sex or for a woman to give a man oral sex. However, when a woman gives another woman oral sex, the first thought is—dirty. That's why some people feel disgusted when homosexuality is mentioned.

She didn't expect Zhou Song to do this. Although Zhou Song had licked her vulva before, for a woman—she actually felt a little happy. At least she was much more sophisticated than Zhou Song's wife—Jin Ling. She thought to herself.

Chen Yan squatted on the bed and looked at Jin Ling. Zhou Song had already moved to Jin Ling's crotch. Jin Ling's left hand was still pinching her own vulva. She looked at Chen Yan's vulva, which was smooth and bright from being masturbated, and felt a masochistic pleasure. She reached out a hand to pull Chen Yan... "Okay... okay?" Chen Yan hesitated. She couldn't be sure if she did this. After all, Jin Ling was her friend.

"It's okay, come here... I... I want to... try it..." Jin Ling said softly, her voice a little hoarse.

Chen Yan then lifted her skirt and stepped over Jin Ling's head, sitting down with her genitals facing Jin Ling's mouth... Jin Ling tilted her head back slightly and stuck out her tongue to lick Chen Yan's vulva—this was the hole her husband had just penetrated, so stimulating, so this is what a woman's vulva tastes like... Her masochistic pleasure was erupting, then she released her hand that was pinching the vulva, and hugged Chen Yan's bent legs with both hands, so that Chen Yan's vulva was completely on her face, and Chen Yan's pubic hair looked like a mustache on Jin Ling's face—she tried hard to inhale the moist air mixed with the male scent of the vulva, panting and exhaling hot passion, while her lower body was being gradually penetrated by another kind of pleasure... Zhou Song's penis was constantly scraping the gradually flowing white and thick semen, he wanted to squeeze this semen back into his wife's vagina and uterus. He squeezed his glans in a little, and a trickle of semen was squeezed out. Finally, he gave up on this repeated, ineffective action and pushed his penis all the way in. It was incredibly wet and hot inside—this was his wife's slutty cunt, filled with other men's semen. It was so stimulating! He wondered how many men's semen could fit inside? Maybe countless—Zhou Song excitedly began to thrust. With the lubrication of the other men's semen and the vagina, his thrusting was effortless, lacking the tightness and pressure he felt when thrusting into Chen Yan's vagina. But the stimulation of his wife's incest surpassed any physical sensation—it was too stimulating. This was his wife, and he was watching her being fucked by another man, an old and ugly construction foreman. Heh, he couldn't ejaculate. He wanted to continue watching other men fuck his beautiful yet slutty wife!

Zhou Song moved his lower body easily, one hand caressing Jin Ling's thigh, and happily asked Chen Yan, who was facing him with her eyes closed, enjoying his wife's service, "Ah Yan, is it comfortable?" "Mmm...it feels...it feels so strange...oh...oh..." Chen Yan murmured softly.

The sex act between the two women and the man was interrupted by a knock on the door after ten minutes. Chen Yan got out of bed to open the door.

Zhou Song leered, "Those migrant workers came to fuck you, are you excited? I'm going to pull out!" Jin Ling also felt that sex with her husband was not as stimulating as with other men. Although the touch was also strong, it lacked the masochistic pleasure and humiliation... She smiled and nodded, "Mmm...do you really...really like me like this?" "Of course, the more lewd and depraved you are, the more I will love you!" Zhou Song nodded happily.

"Then... I'll listen to you..." Jin Ling said shyly in a coquettish voice. She wanted to lower her head, but lying on the bed, she couldn't get past Zhou Song no matter what. So she turned her face away and said again, "As long as you're excited... you... you... I can sleep with whoever... it's fine..." Zhou Song thrust his penis hard and laughed, "It's whoever you like, hehe, it's okay, you've already done it, what's there to be shy about! Anyway, I like you like this!" "You... you're making fun of me..." Jin Ling exerted force, and Zhou Song felt Jin Ling's vagina sucking his penis fiercely, making his pressure gradually increase.

"Isn't that right? Say it again, I love hearing it!" Zhou Song pulled out of her vagina.

"I... as long as you're excited... you can let me... sleep with whoever... it's fine, I can be fucked by as many... men... it's fine..." Jin Ling said shyly.

"Heh! How lewd, saying such things! How exciting!"

Jin Ling looked up at the person who spoke, it was A Niu. She suddenly felt at ease—here she was just a prostitute, and no one knew that the naked man in front of her was her husband. There was no need to pretend to be innocent, and doing so would be dangerous. So she said to Ah Niu, "No? If you can't, then don't do it!" "Oh, okay, okay! My dear, I've been thinking about you all day! Don't you miss me?" Ah Niu's words were as vulgar as he was, utterly unoriginal.

"Yes, I do. Didn't you see I'm all wet?" Jin Ling pointed to her soaking wet vulva, thrusting her lower body like she was showing off a product, while glancing at Zhou Song—Zhou Song was frighteningly hard, his taut, glistening penis covered in semen and cum, trembling defiantly.

"Is that your cunt fluid? I think it's Old Huang's semen! Hehehe..." Old Niu examined Jin Ling's vulva as he took off his clothes.

At this moment, the men entered one by one, covered in sweat and mud, clearly having come directly from the construction site. The originally spacious room suddenly felt crowded.

The four men who came later, seeing Lao Niu already undressing, also began to undress. Before they were fully clothed, the fragrance of the women's boudoir was overwhelmed by the stench of sweat. Chen Yan frowned and said, "You two come in, two at a time. You didn't even wash before coming in, you stink! Ah Ling, you decide their order." "Me? Let them compare whose dick is bigger, and whoever has it first goes first." Jin Ling was delighted; she had been longing for Ah Niu or Jian Wu's penises for a long time.

"That's not fair! Ah Niu is definitely the biggest. If he's already inside us, it'll be no fun! It'll be empty!" one of the workers shouted.

"Well…" Jin Ling was somewhat disappointed, but her longing only intensified. "You guys decide! I don't care!" So the five men grumbled and argued about the order, ultimately deciding that Da Liu would be first, Xiao Liu second, Hu Zai third, Lao Chen fourth, and Ah Niu last. So Da Liu and Xiao Liu stayed in the bedroom, while the other three were kicked out and left to watch TV in the living room.

Jin Ling said in a coquettish voice, "Hurry up, I can't wait!"

After saying that, she spread her legs and reached out to pull Da Liu's penis to insert into her hole. Da Liu cried out in pain when she pulled, "Stop, stop! You're pulling me off, it hurts..." Jin Ling hurriedly let go and apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I... I was a little too hasty... I... I'll give you a blowjob... okay?" As soon as Da Liu heard about oral sex, he immediately laughed and said, "Little brother, you can have the bottom first. Hehehe." He then climbed onto the bed and placed his penis next to Jin Ling's head. Jin Ling was immediately overwhelmed by the scent of a rough, masculine man. This scent was different from Zhou Song's; it was a mixture of sweat, urine, and some other unidentifiable odor. Jin Ling felt dizzy—performing oral sex on such a dirty man in front of her husband was too stimulating—she opened her mouth to take Da Liu's penis in… Suddenly, Xiao Liu had climbed onto the bed and was kneeling beside Jin Ling, thrusting his penis in—Jin Ling let out a satisfied and deep moan—so fulfilling…so comfortable…oh… Chen Yan looked at Jin Ling, then at Zhou Song—Zhou Song's penis remained taut, trembling with erection. She loved that thing—prostitutes always hope for something to rely on, and perhaps Zhou Song was that. It's like how people who have been in one job for a long time always want to change jobs; prostitutes who have been in one job for a long time want something to rely on. Jin Ling, on the other hand, was the opposite; a stay-at-home wife who had been in one job for a long time wanted to become a prostitute.

Chen Yan knelt down beside Zhou Song, opened her mouth and took his erect penis into her mouth, licking it meticulously, thoroughly cleaning the urethral opening, clitoris, and buttocks.

Zhou Song's eyes were fixed on his wife being attacked from both sides by two migrant workers, sometimes moaning softly, sometimes screaming loudly—Jin Ling was propped up with one hand, her mouth filled with Da Liu's penis, her lower body spread open, being violently thrust into by Xiao Liu. The little semen left in her body was ground into a pale yellow foam by the intense thrusting, adhering to the outside of their genitals, looking utterly filthy.

After licking, Chen Yan lifted her skirt, placed her hands on the coffee table in the bedroom, and swayed her hips, moaning, "Put it in, I want it..." Zhou Song immediately woke up and thrust in, but fortunately Chen Yan stopped him in time, reaching out a hand to pull Zhou Song's penis towards her opening, and chuckled, "Come in!" Zhou Song was then able to pass through smoothly. The previous cum was still overflowing in Chen Yan's vagina, which, although tight, did not hinder it. Zhou Song was still staring at his wife's sex scene with the migrant worker on the bed, his lower body thrusting wildly, the sound of their penises hitting each other echoing throughout the bedroom... Xiao Liu quickly ejaculated, and he simply—as soon as he ejaculated, he pulled out his penis, making Jin Ling spit out the penis in her mouth, shouting, "Don't pull it out... don't pull it out..." "It's okay, I'm here!" Da Liu and Xiao Liu switched places and started thrusting again.

Xiao Liu's penis was in Jin Ling's mouth for a while, then he got out of bed, put on his clothes, and went out to get another person.

The lavish feast ended at noon. Zhou Song ejaculated twice inside Chen Yan, but because Chen Yan had almost emptied him out the night before, there was very little left, just a few scattered ejaculations. Meanwhile, Zhou Song's wife, Jin Ling, had 12 migrant workers leave brief memories inside her vagina and uterus over the three hours. After

seeing off Lao Huang, who came to pay the bill, Chen Yan and Zhou Song sat down in the hall to discuss Lao Huang's suggestion.

"Do you think this is a good idea?" Chen Yan asked, leaning on Zhou Song's shoulder. "Let Lao Huang act as the middleman?" "Don't you think it's a good idea? I think it's quite suitable. If my wife always entertains these migrant workers for free, we'll all starve! You women are satisfied with just semen, but I can't!" Zhou Song laughed, stroking Chen Yan's breasts.

"But you don't know, I used to charge 80 to 100 yuan per man, now only 50 yuan is too cheap, isn't it?" Chen Yan said.

"I've inquired around, and some of the more upscale places in the city charge three or four hundred yuan, but most charge 100 yuan." Zhou Song paused and said, "It's okay, my wife likes to be fucked, and I like her to be fucked too. The more slutty she is, the more exciting it is!" "Being your wife is really tough!" Chen Yan said, punching Zhou Song's leg.

"Do you feel miserable? A lot of women cheat on their husbands, keep lovers, or become prostitutes. Take yourself for example, weren't you so lonely that you considered becoming a prostitute? Hehehe," Zhou Song laughed. "Having a husband like me is a blessing; at least the wife will be very, very sexually fulfilled!" "What about me? Should I let other men have sex with me too?" Chen Yan looked at Zhou Song and asked, "Will other men bring you pleasure?" "You? That's a decision for you to make. Actually, only specific people doing specific things are exciting! Maybe watching you have sex with a man would be exciting for me, but it's incomparable to watching my wife have sex with someone else." Zhou Song sighed and added, "If you were my wife, I would be very, very excited." "I'm not going to discuss this with you anymore; it seems you're always right!" Chen Yan continued, "I'm always worried about letting Lao Huang act as an intermediary. I'm afraid he'll find the wrong people. What if he finds someone with an STD or someone who knows us…" "That is a bit worrying!"

"Or, how about this: let him act as an intermediary for these fifty or sixty men under him, and forbid him from introducing any new ones. What do you say? Later, I'll find some more reliable out-of-town foremen to act as intermediaries, hehehe." "Not bad, that's a good idea!" "

Would my idea be wrong? That way, all the migrant workers under these foremen will come and have sex with your wife. First, you won't have to worry about getting sick, and second, you won't have to worry about money. But, I'm afraid Ah Ling won't be able to handle it!" "What do you mean she won't be able to handle it? Didn't you see her rubbing her breasts in the room right now? Hehehe." "There are only a few people now, but later there will be at least several hundred men waiting to fuck your wife's pussy!" As she spoke, Chen Yan reached into Zhou Song's crotch again.

"It's okay, she'll tell me if she can't handle it. I'm not forcing her." "Look at you, as soon as you mention several hundred men waiting to fuck your wife, you become like this, you scoundrel!" Chen Yan pretended to be scared.

"Hehehe..." Zhou Song chuckled wickedly and reached under Chen Yan's skirt, but Chen Yan blocked him, saying, "What, are you wet too? Afraid I'll find out!" "No way!"

...

In the days that followed, with Jin Ling around, Chen Yan took a backseat, but because Jin Ling's cunt was indeed a money-making machine, the income was considerable. To make it easier to entertain guests, air conditioning was installed in the guest rooms, study, and living room—after all, the money was practically in Jin Ling's cunt, and it would come with just one thrust.

Zhou Song mostly stayed at Chen Yan's house, sleeping in the master bedroom with Chen Yan,

while Zhou Song's wife—Jin Ling—received the semen of different men day and night in the guest room.

Zhou Song occasionally had sex with Jin Ling, but because Chen Yan intended to expand her "business" and recruit more prostitutes, Jin Ling's cunt was usually very full, leaving her no free time. Chen Yan, on the other hand, occasionally entertained some relatively attractive men to satisfy herself, while the migrant workers were all left to Jin Ling—Jin Ling was quite happy about it, after all, her emptiness could only be filled with a strong and powerful penis—and she was no longer used to emptiness.

Chen Yan, Jin Ling, and Zhou Song, this unusual couple, were living a very happy life. Zhou Song had even gained a lot of weight—perhaps because he no longer worried about work; as long as his wife opened her legs, money would flow in. Also, it was because of the care of the sexy Chen Yan—in short, he had become much more prosperous.

Jin Ling's album of adulterous photos was also gradually thickening. As for how many men would soon have their way with her, and how much semen would remain in her vagina, you, the readers, can give the count!

However, her breasts had indeed grown larger, upgrading from an A cup to a C cup. Although still not as large as Chen Yan's, she was at least more alluring. Due to excessive indulgence, her reproductive system had lost its function, which relieved Zhou Song of his worries and lessened Jin Ling's burden.

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