Long reprint: The Road to Love Exchange Chapter Eleven

After sending Chapter Eleven
, I anxiously awaited a reply, standing by the roadside staring at my phone, looking just like someone waiting for a taxi.

The ride-hailing car quickly pulled up in front of me. I got in, still glued to my phone screen. Midday traffic in Ningbo wasn't too congested, and the two hotels weren't far apart; given the current traffic, it shouldn't take more than ten minutes. Just as I could see the Jianghua Hotel through the car window, and even the window of my room, the message arrived.

"Done."

Just those two simple words, but I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Looking at the time, it was already 11:58. Something unexpected must have happened in between; I had to ask my wife about it later.

I got out of the car and practically ran to the door. My trembling hand reached for the room key, but I stopped. My wife had been through so much in just over ten hours since last night; barging in abruptly would frighten her. I should knock and ask her to open the door; at least then she'd have time to adjust before facing her husband. So I knocked.

"Who is it? Didn't we extend our stay?" It was my wife's voice, languid and weary.

"It's me," I said softly.

My wife didn't speak. I heard footsteps approaching, then the door opened, and before I could enter, she threw herself into my arms. My heart skipped a beat. What had happened? But I was slightly relieved to see that she wasn't crying. I patted her shapely bottom, and she released her arms and we went into the room together.

I then noticed that she had changed out of the dress she had worn that morning and was now wearing pajamas. There were no bruises on her exposed skin, just as I had feared, and no tear stains on her face. Her expression was generally calm.

"So late? I was so worried," I said.

My wife sat on the edge of the bed, pursed her lips, and gave a bitter smile, a hint of helplessness in her expression.

"What's wrong?" I asked, a little uneasy.

"Don't ask that now. Look at your wife's work," she said, gesturing with her chin to the coffee table by the window.

I turned around and saw a table full of hundred-yuan bills, some in bundles and some loose.

"You really paid?" I asked in a low voice, somewhat surprised.

My wife's eyes widened. "Didn't you set the price for me? Of course I have to get paid for what I paid for. I haven't counted it yet, help me count it."

I sat down on the small sofa and gathered the money on the table. There were four bundles sealed with tape, which, needless to say, amounted to 40,000 yuan. Then there were quite a few loose bills, which seemed to exceed 10,000 yuan. I was a little surprised and quickly started counting them. Once I counted 10,000 yuan, I tied it up with a rubber band, which made it 50,000 yuan. The remaining bills amounted to 8,000 yuan.

"58,000 yuan, you raised the price?" I asked, my eyes wide.

My wife finally showed a faint smile, with a hint of smugness in it. I pulled her body up and made her sit on my lap. My wife wrapped her arms around my neck, and my hands roamed over her body for a few moments. Only then did I realize that my wife was not wearing anything under her pajamas.

"Tell me about it," I said.

"Actually, he's not as annoying or disgusting as he looks," my wife said coyly.

"Tell me the details." My breathing became heavy, and one hand slipped inside my wife's nightgown.

Her nightgown was similar to a bathrobe, simply wrapped around the sides with a belt, but with a few buttons to fasten it. My hand was now grasping one of her full breasts, and my wife gasped under my touch.

"What, what do you want to know, the details?"

"Tell me why you were so late."

"He, he was almost done and wanted me a second time. I softened and agreed, but he just, just wouldn't come."

"So did you use the 'lotus position' on him again?"

"Mmm." A murmur escaped her lips, whether confirming my guess or a simple moan.

I suddenly felt a burning desire in my lower abdomen. I ripped off her nightgown, pushed her naked onto the bed, and quickly stripped myself naked, pouncing on her like a predator seeing its prey.

As I took turns nibbling on her breasts, I probed my fingers into her barren vulva, and my wife's body tensed instantly.

"How did he do it to you?"

"He was so eager when he came in, no foreplay at all. He pushed me onto the bed, pulled down my panties, and started fucking me. I thought he'd be quick since he was in such a hurry, but he just flipped me over and over in different positions without coming. He was so impatient that he didn't even have time to take off my skirt, he just pulled down my collar, pushed my bra up, and started licking my breasts while he was fucking me."

I was surprised that my wife could still recount the whole story so coherently even while I was groping her. No wonder she's a teacher.

"How did he ejaculate the first time? Did he use a condom?" I asked, licking my wife's entire body like a gigolo serving a rich woman. I knew she liked this electric feeling.

"No, no, but I made sure he didn't ejaculate inside me the first time, so he ejaculated on my skirt later." "

The first time? And the second time? Did he ejaculate inside?"

"Uh-huh." A mosquito-like sound, which was considered an admission.

"Honey, you said he only took you a second time when he was almost finished, so it must have been about an hour between the first and second time, right? What did you two do during that time?"

"Nothing, nothing, just chatted."

My wife's eyes flickered a little.

"Really nothing? Tell the truth." I said, biting her nipple hard.

My wife screamed.

"Honey, don't be angry, I gave him oral sex."

"What happened?"

"He straddled me and filled my lower body with his penis, and then his penis kept dangling in front of me. I couldn't stand being licked by him, and I don't know how I ended up taking it in my mouth."

I was getting excited, and immediately imagined a man and a woman, an old man and a young woman, a beautiful woman and an ugly woman, a black woman and a white woman, making love on the bed. It turned out that my wife was much more open than I had imagined.

I felt my penis throbbing painfully. I got up and knelt between her legs, spreading them apart. With a simple thrust, I entered her completely. My wife let out her usual long sigh, the kind that only comes with penetration.

"Is your thing big, you old pervert?"

"Not as long as yours, but... but it's very thick."

"So you're enjoying it, right?"

"Mmm."

Hearing this, I felt a pang of jealousy. I increased the force of my thrusts, and my wife's breasts swayed wildly, reminding me of the term "breast waves.

" "Now tell me, where did the extra eight thousand come from?"

"I gave him oral sex for three thousand each time, he filmed my genitals with his phone for three thousand, and charged me two thousand for exceeding the time limit." I

almost laughed when I heard these accounts. It turns out my wife has such a shrewd side, maximizing her profits even in a moment like this, squeezing that nouveau riche dry.

My mind raced, but my actions didn't stop. She rolled over onto her side, one leg draped over my arm, and I thrust again. Having already ejaculated twice the night before, I had more stamina this time, but my mind was filled with all sorts of imagined scenarios, the stimulation almost unbearable. I gradually felt my strength waning, so I increased my speed while observing my wife's reaction. Over the years, we'd developed a physical understanding; I would wait for her physiological response to reach a shared climax.

My wife clearly reacted too; her beautiful toes curled, her legs tensed, making her vagina even tighter, and her expression became a mixture of laughter and tears. I knew she was also on the verge of ecstasy from the previous stimulation.

Seizing the opportunity, I used the last of my strength to deliver a final, violent thrust, then ejaculated profusely. I collapsed onto the bed, embracing her and enjoying the afterglow of our climax.

"Honey."

"Hmm?"

"Am I becoming promiscuous?"

"No, not at all."

"I actually had sex with both a younger man and a much older man without your knowledge, and I enjoyed it. The most ridiculous thing is that I even made money from it." She chuckled to herself at the end. "

I told you, as long as you're happy, that's fine. Haven't we had this much fun in a long time?"

My wife nodded thoughtfully.

"So you won't object to the next step, ***?"

"Like you said, let's try it."

I nodded and said, "We completed the first step a few days ahead of schedule, so I think *** can be done ahead of schedule too. I'll contact them when I get back."

My wife nodded, slowly got up from the bed, "I need to take a shower again." She walked naked towards the bathroom.

I took advantage of this time to pull out the voice recorder from the crack in the bed. Luckily, everything was working and the battery was still good. I turned off the recorder and put it in my briefcase. Although my wife had given me the general details, I still preferred to find out for myself.

On the way back, my wife slept for most of the journey in the passenger seat. She was so exhausted. She was the real star of the show these past two days. From last night to noon today, in just 12 hours, including a few hours of sleep, she had sex with three men, including my husband. She was ejaculated on eight times, with or without condoms, five of which were by complete strangers she had just met. It's really exciting to think about. I thought back to the last time I was able to have sex with her three times in one day, it was during our honeymoon, and the time span was even longer than this. This trip to Ningbo was truly fruitful.

The 58,000 yuan was deposited into the ATM as soon as I left the hotel. I wasn't particularly surprised by this windfall. My intention was simply to create a thrill through the combination of my wife's sexual favors and money. Before leaving in the morning, I clearly told my wife that if the other party tried to renege on the payment or threatened to harm her if she wanted the money, she should resolutely give up this ill-gotten gain. Unexpectedly, that old lecher was a man of his word. He not only paid the agreed-upon "prostitution fee" but also paid separately for the extra services. This was truly an unexpected bonus.

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