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A few days later, my wife said she was going out to meet a guest and that I could eat dinner by myself. Before leaving, she dressed up specially, wearing sexy lingerie. Around midnight, she called. A man answered, and judging from his voice, it was the handsome guy from that night. He said my wife had drunk too much and that they would take her downstairs and I should come out to meet him. When I went down, my wife was slumped on the side of the road, almost naked. Her clothes were haphazardly thrown on, the buttons not fastened properly, and one breast was exposed. I quickly helped her home. At first, my wife was still somewhat conscious, but she fell into a deep sleep after getting into bed. I wanted to change her clothes and clean her up, but I found that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. There were nipple clamps on her nipples, and the words "semen toilet" were vaguely written on her buttocks, along with four signatures and dates. A pair of lace panties were stuffed into her vagina, and when I pulled them out, they were covered in semen. My wife had been violated like this. The next day, when I came home from work, my wife was a little better. She said, "You saw what I looked like yesterday? Those young men went too far!" She said she hadn't drunk much last night, yet she was like this. I realized my wife might have been drugged. My wife was also very angry and called the handsome guy to confront him. He didn't think anything of it, saying they had a great time last night and he hadn't shortchanged her on the price. He even sent her videos and photos he had taken. My dazed wife was being treated like a sex toy, posed in various lewd positions and played with at will. I watched a little bit, but my wife wouldn't let me watch anymore. She felt too ashamed. Her compliance was taken as an excuse for them to play with her without limits. My wife told the handsome guy that although she worked as a prostitute, this was drugging and raping, and she would call the police. The handsome guy panicked and quickly asked my wife to come out, apologizing and begging, almost kneeling down. My wife told him to delete all the videos and said she would call the police immediately if she saw them online. But from then on, my wife no longer easily met with clients, which can be considered a lesson learned.

After that incident, my wife no longer felt ashamed in front of me. When she took clients, I no longer went out to avoid them, but instead closed the room door. Some clients would ask who lived next door, and my wife would say they shared the room. Then, sounds of sex would come from the brothel. Some clients would even pinch her buttocks and touch her vagina before leaving, taking advantage of her. My wife got used to it. Later, that handsome guy came to see my wife again, ostensibly to apologize, but really just wanting more of her body. My wife is not one to hold grudges; a few sweet words from him and she slept with him again. However, this time, she wouldn't let him take pictures and insisted on using a condom. A few days later, the handsome guy contacted my wife again, wanting to bring the same three friends from last time over. My wife refused as soon as she heard it was the same group again, but they persisted and eventually came. With so many people coming, I initially wanted to leave to avoid them, but my wife said she was worried they might do something inappropriate again, so she told me to stay home. When they arrived, they apologized for last time and thanked my wife for forgiving them. My wife said they were happy to serve them, but they needed to show respect and not treat people so badly, and they insisted on doing it one at a time. The others stayed in the living room, which felt awkward in the small house. They chatted with me, saying things like, "Brother, you're so magnanimous, and your wife is so open-minded!" Comments like, "How did you manage to get your sister-in-law? You're so lucky to have a wife like that!" left me speechless. They kept coming in and out, and the sounds of my wife's moans and sex echoed from the brothel. After everyone was done, my wife emerged naked, took a sip of water, and said, "Anyone else want to come? I'll serve you all." The scene was incredibly erotic. One guy jumped up and said he wanted another round. My wife said, "Come in," and swayed her big buttocks as she entered the brothel. A commotion erupted inside. Later, I asked her why she did that. My wife calmly replied, "After being played with like that by them, I have no shame in front of them anymore. It doesn't matter." After they left, I ripped off the clothes my wife had just put on, embraced her, kissed her passionately, and made love to her wildly. Finally, my wife looked at me with satisfaction as I ejaculated all over her. My wife's prostitution didn't distance us; instead, it gave our relationship a second spring. Later, these guys would come almost every month, bringing gifts. Sometimes there would be new faces. My wife would treat them like an older sister. After chatting for a while, they would start teasing her, saying things like, "Sister, your figure is even better than before. Take it off and let us see." Of course, my wife knew they were just there for fun. At first, she refused these lewd requests, but they said, "Sister, we've done this a few times already. What's there to be shy about with us?" My wife thought about it and let go of her last bit of modesty. Whatever they asked her to take off, she would take it off, and then continue chatting and laughing with them naked. Sometimes she would even try on the sexy clothes they brought. Some of the guys would come over and play with her breasts and touch her buttocks, commenting as they chatted, "Sister, you have such a great presence. Your breasts seem to have gotten bigger. Your buttocks are so fleshy and round. It's always so exciting when we have sex from behind." Whoever got aroused would drag her into the brothel to satisfy their lust. It became their playground. As they got more and more carried away, I would close the door early to avoid them, since my wife and I couldn't stand the awkwardness. My wife also became more and more resilient; she used to want to stop and rest after a few clients, but now she could play with these young men for hours on end. When we left, they were quite reluctant to let us go, asking if we could meet up again in our city sometime. My wife refused outright, because here she was a prostitute, but back home she would be a married woman. Later, my wife even encountered the same client who had touched her buttocks and harassed her before. The man had been disappointed when he realized my wife wasn't a prostitute and left, but unexpectedly, he still managed to have sex with her. He said he immediately recognized her as a virgin, which was why he approached her. Now that she was working as a prostitute and being enjoyed by the masses, it was a case of making the most of her potential. After my wife started working as a prostitute, she looked radiant and her figure became more curvaceous, like she had gone through a second puberty. When we went back to a class reunion, her female classmates all complimented her, saying, "We never thought you had such a good figure before, how come you're so shapely now? What's your secret?" My wife replied, "Yes, women need to take care of themselves. You guys can't learn the specific methods."

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