My wife's first experience as a prostitute

One day before leaving work, my boss told me that I needed to entertain an important client of our company that evening.

This client, Mr. Wang, has always been a major source of business for our company. He's around forty years old, slightly overweight, and his most notable characteristic is his womanizing ways. He likes to take a group of people to karaoke bars for fun whenever he

has the chance. I've arranged a few of these encounters before, so my boss assigned this task to me again this time.

So I booked a private room at a club and then called my wife to say I was out: "Hey honey, I have a business dinner tonight, I won't be home for dinner." "Is it Mr. Wang again? Are you going to XX Club again?" Since my wife and I are usually very open with each other, even with these kinds of engagements, I'm always honest with her, so she already guessed where we were going.

"Yeah, what can I do? It's an important client for our company, we can't afford to offend them!" "Okay, but honey, I have a small request..." My wife usually agrees without hesitation, but today she came up with a strange idea: "Can I come too?" "How can that be! You know those places aren't suitable for girls, don't you trust me?" Was my wife jealous? "No

, it's not that. I don't care if you go there normally, I know you're just playing around. It's just that I've never been to a place like that before, so I'm curious and want to see it for myself." "That's not very convenient, is it? I can't exactly drag you in and then tell the madam I brought my own 'lady' today, can I?" "That's true, but honey, please think of a way, I really want to see it for myself..." "Okay, wait a minute, let me think of something." I hung up the phone after saying that.

I don't know why my wife would have such a strange idea, it's really putting me in a difficult position. My wife is usually very supportive of my work, and she never questions me when I go to those kinds of places. It would seem a bit wrong not to agree, but agreeing would be a little awkward.

After thinking it over, I finally came up with a brilliant idea—why not have my wife pretend to be a hostess and sneak in? Anyway, Mr. Wang has never met my wife before, and at 27 years old, 170cm tall, with a 75D bust and an 80-90 out of 100 in looks (according to people who have seen her), she can't possibly be inferior to those "K-sisters." When it's my turn to choose a hostess, I can just choose my wife, and that way she can come too, and the situation won't be too awkward.

So I immediately called a madam I knew well at the club: "Linda, hello!" "Oh, it's you. It's been a while. Are you here again? Need me to arrange some girls for you?" "No, this time I have a girl I'd like you to arrange for me." I said, "You know, my clients here are usually very demanding. I specifically found a girl who fits his taste, so I hope you can help me get her in." "Isn't that a bit inconvenient?" Linda said with a slightly displeased tone.

"Since I'm a regular here, can you be lenient? I'll still pay for the hostess's fee, and even double it, how about it?" Damn, I'm making my wife work as a hostess, and not only will she not make any money, but I'll have to pay for it myself. I was thinking to myself as I spoke... "Well... I'll agree since you're a regular customer!" After discussing the specifics with Linda, I called my wife again:

"Honey, you can go over there, but you'll have to work as a hostess for a bit..." I told her about my plan and how to meet the madam, then quickly tidied myself up and rushed to the restaurant where I had arranged to meet Mr. Wang.

When I arrived at the restaurant, Mr. Wang was already there, accompanied by three men who seemed to be his friends. After a few brief pleasantries, we started ordering. I won't go into the details of the meal, but during the time at the restaurant, I was thinking most about what my wife would look like and whether she could handle the situation.

After a satisfying meal, we drove to the club I had booked. After settling Mr. Wang and his friends into the private room, I rushed to find Linda.

"Linda, how's the arrangement?" I asked as soon as I saw her.

"Oh! You look so anxious. Don't worry, everything's arranged. Where did you find this girl? She's quite pretty. Why don't you tell her to switch to our place? I'm sure she can become our top girl..." Linda went on and on, but I was actually quite nervous.

After seeing off the madam, I returned to the private room. Soon after, the girls entered, but I didn't see my wife until Linda finally appeared, arm in arm with her.

Only then did I see my wife. She was wearing a purple dress and high heels. I had bought this dress last year, but had never worn it out because its most striking feature was one word—revealing. Not only was her upper body almost bursting out, but her skirt was so short it barely covered her buttocks, and her thighs were practically visible at the top. Today, she was also wearing black patterned stockings and 10-centimeter high heels. Surprisingly, her usual office lady-like demeanor was completely transformed into a typical K-lady.

Just as I was inwardly marveling at my wife's transformation, the madam led her to Mr. Wang. "Mr. Wang, this is our newest lady…look, she's got a great figure and looks, would you like to give her a try?" Linda said.

Hearing this, I inwardly groaned. I remembered telling Linda that this lady was specifically assigned to my client, and Linda knew Mr. Wang; she must have assumed this lady was going to entertain him, and so she immediately started promoting my wife to him.

My plan was completely ruined. I had originally intended to choose my wife, but now I could only hope that Mr. Wang wouldn't be interested in her and would choose another girl instead. I silently chanted in my mind, "Don't choose, don't choose, don't choose..." Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang pulled my wife into his arms and said, "Not bad at all, today I'm taking my beauty..." As he spoke, he began to grope her.

"Oh! Mr. Wang, please don't do this, let's sit down and talk slowly..." my wife said, trying to break free, but how could she escape Mr. Wang's grasp! All the girls in the club knew that Mr. Wang was a notorious lecher. Unlike ordinary customers who would sing and flirt, he was directly "violated"; moreover, he was powerful and wealthy in the area, and every girl he chose had been "used" by him.

Unfortunately, I couldn't say anything at the time, and in a daze, I randomly chose a girl and began to think about my next move. You know, once Mr. Wang chose someone, "going out" was inevitable. Sigh! It seems we're really going to lose both our wife and our money this time... While everyone was singing and drinking, I secretly sent my wife a message, telling her to take it easy and not to get angry if Mr. Wang really did anything. If things got tense, not only would our company lose a major client, but he might also do something to my wife.

My wife, on the other hand, was much calmer than me. She joked with Mr. Wang while pouring him drinks, managing to keep up.

However, when it came to playing dice, my wife started to get nervous. Although I had taught her a little about it before, she had never actually played it. How could she possibly be a match for a seasoned veteran like Mr. Wang? In just a few rounds, my wife had already been downed five or six glasses of red wine.

Due to the alcohol, my wife's face began to flush slightly, and her eyes became somewhat glazed. In this state, the situation was completely under Mr. Wang's control. While playing, he didn't forget to take advantage of her. At first, he used the excuse of my wife losing the dice to grope her, but over time, he became bolder and bolder. I don't know when, but my wife's invisible bra had been removed from under her clothes, and naturally, Mr. Wang's hand was roaming between her legs... Suddenly, I heard Mr. Wang say, "Look everyone, this woman is really horny, her vagina is even leaking out..." I saw Mr. Wang raise his hand, and it was clear that his hand was already covered with a layer of sticky liquid.

At this point, his friends started chiming in: "There really is water!" "Wow, so much water! Look at her stockings..." One of them said, spreading my wife's legs apart: "Her stockings are completely soaked." Another of Mr. Wang's friends took the opportunity to reach inside my wife's clothes and start touching her: "Her breasts are so big! So soft, they feel so good... Her nipples are starting to harden..." They were getting more and more carried away, while I could only smile bitterly as I watched my wife being touched and held by several men in turn, feeling a sour feeling in my heart... But strangely enough, my little brother also involuntarily got an erection. I understood; at this point, even I was starting to immerse myself in this decadent atmosphere. Watching my wife being played with by these men actually excited me. I even started to wonder what it would be like if Mr. Wang took my wife out for a "call girl" later... Soon it was almost midnight, and my wife seemed to have gotten used to her "Sister K" persona, becoming more and more adept, using all sorts of seductive poses and ambiguous words to tease every man present.

Then, one climax after another came. After my wife lost a round of dice, Mr. Wang whispered a few words in her ear. I only vaguely heard my wife say, "Ugh...no...it's so embarrassing..." As she spoke, she ran to another man, unzipped his pants, and reached inside to start groping.

Mr. Wang didn't forget to take advantage of the situation—while my wife was focused on touching this man's penis, he quietly ran behind her, lifted her skirt, and pulled her stockings and panties down to her knees, inserting his fingers into my wife's vagina and starting to thrust. Under this double assault, my wife completely lost herself. As Mr. Wang's fingers brought out more and more semen, my wife became increasingly lewd, even pulling out the other man's penis.

"Go lick it!" At Mr. Wang's command, my wife obediently began to perform oral sex on the man. Fortunately, the club had a rule against having sex in the room, otherwise I estimate my wife would have already been gang-raped by several men.

Even so, the scene was extremely high-energy. My wife not only had the man's penis in her mouth, but also licked the glans with her tongue, and even occasionally sucked on his testicles. With my wife's skillful oral techniques, the man's lower body began to convulse after a few thrusts, and I believe a thick stream of semen had already shot into my wife's mouth.

But this wasn't the end. Just as my wife was about to go to the toilet to spit out the semen, Mr. Wang actually grabbed her, handed her a glass of red wine, and gestured for her to drink it now. I think most prostitutes would refuse in this situation, but my wife seemed to be an exception this time. She actually happily picked up the wine glass and drank it down along with the semen in her mouth.

As the climax approached, as usual, Mr. Wang should have taken the prostitute out. Just as I was lost in thought, Mr. Wang ran over to me and said, "Mika, why are you so absent-minded today?" "N-no...no!" Oh no, Mr. Wang noticed my embarrassed expression.

"I've seen you staring at this prostitute all day. I suppose you've got your eye on her, haven't you?" Mr. Wang said, pointing at my wife.

"No, Mr. Wang..." I answered while thinking to myself, that's my wife, how could I not have feelings for her?

"How about this, you and I will take this prostitute out together today, and we'll fuck this bitch to death together, how about that?" "This...isn't that a bit much?" I said, but secretly I was relieved. Although I knew my wife would eventually go out, at least I would be there.

"Don't be so polite, come with me!" I said, feigning politeness, and then followed Mr. Wang and my wife out of the hotel.

Once there, Mr. Wang went to take a shower first. While he was showering, I started talking to my wife: "Honey, how were you feeling today?" "High! I never knew being a prostitute was so enjoyable! Honey, I want to be a prostitute again!" My wife had actually developed a liking for the prostitute profession.

"Don't be so smug. He definitely won't let you off the hook when he comes out. Just wait and see what he does to you!" I teased, slightly angrily.

"Let him do what he wants. Today I'm a prostitute, and I'll serve my client well. Don't be jealous!" "Okay, let's see how I deal with you later!" "Both of you at once is better! Today you're both my clients, so please feel free to do as you please!" My wife looked at me with a lewd gaze.

"Look at your lewd look, I'm going to take a picture of it, so you won't deny being lewd later!" Saying this, I took out my portable camera and snapped a picture of my wife.

"Honey, I'm so lewd, you won't leave me, will you?" "Of course not, the more lewd you are, the more I want you!" I said, "Not only do I want you, I want you to be a prostitute in the future. Judging from your performance today, you are a born prostitute. If you don't do it, it would be a waste of your talent!" My wife was amused by what I said, and we chatted casually like this... "What are you talking about?" At this moment, Mr. Wang came out of the bathroom.

Seeing Mr. Wang come out, I wisely ran to the toilet to take a shower, leaving my wife for Mr. Wang to enjoy alone.

There was the sound of "splashing" water in the bathroom, but I didn't know what they were doing outside, but I could vaguely hear my wife moaning. I didn't care about showering at all, and hurriedly ran out after a quick rinse.

When I came out, my wife was already naked and being pressed down by Mr. Wang, her legs were raised high and placed on Mr. Wang's shoulders, and Mr. Wang's penis was already thrusting into my wife's vagina. This position allowed me to easily see Mr. Wang's penis going in and out of my wife's vagina, each thrust accompanied by a large amount of semen being pulled out... Ah! This... no way? I looked closely and realized Mr. Wang wasn't wearing a condom at all! My wife was being penetrated by Mr. Wang without any protection! When Mr. Wang saw me coming, he told my wife to change positions. My wife obediently rolled over, lying on her stomach like a dog. Mr. Wang continued thrusting and gestured for me to join in, so I put my penis in my wife's mouth.

I had only ever seen scenes like this in porn before, but now it was actually happening in front of me, and the leading lady was actually my wife! She was sucking my penis while letting this man she had never met before penetrate her vagina. I could even feel the waves of vibration transmitted through my wife's body to me as Mr. Wang forcefully thrust his penis into her.

At this point, Mr. Wang became increasingly unrestrained, slapping my wife's buttocks while thrusting in and out, spewing profanities: "You filthy bitch, are you enjoying being fucked by the two of us? I'll fuck you to death, you filthy bitch..." My wife's mouth was blocked by my penis, so she couldn't speak at all, only moaning softly.

As Mr. Wang's thrusting rhythm gradually increased, my wife could no longer hold my penis in her mouth, and instead began to moan wildly, accompanied by words of agreement: "Ah...ah...ah...so...so good...fuck me to death...Mr. Wang...fuck me harder..." "How is it, do you like my penis?" Mr. Wang continued his verbal stimulation.

"I...I like it...it's so...so thick...ah!" When my wife reached orgasm, she would use words to interact, something we often did, but I never expected to use it on someone else this time: "Fuck...harder...fuck me...I like it...I like it so much...brother...brother, just...fuck...fuck...fuck me!" At this moment, Mr. Wang didn't show any signs of immediately climaxing, but instead began to control the rhythm and intensity—sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, as if trying to push my wife, who was already at the peak of lust, to an even higher orgasm.

"Ah...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...please...please...please...Mr. Wang...give...give...give me...I really...can't take it anymore..." My wife had completely submitted to Mr. Wang's lewd power.

"Beg me for what? Say it now, or I won't give it to you!" Mr. Wang said sternly.

"Please...please...fuck me...fuck me to death..." my wife begged. "

I can't hear you!" Mr. Wang continued to exert his power.

"Please fuck me...ah...give it to me...shoot in me..." My wife had already disregarded everything.

"Okay, then I'll f***ing, I'm going to shoot all my semen inside you." "Shoot...shoot it all inside me...I'm a slut...a slut who likes being shot inside!" My wife, possibly still in her "dangerous period," was completely reckless.

As Mr. Wang's rhythm quickened and the amplitude increased, finally, the moment arrived... Mr. Wang used all his strength to thrust into my wife's vagina, seemingly not wanting a single drop of semen to spill out.

However, it seemed that Mr. Wang ejaculated too much; my wife's body couldn't handle so much semen. As Mr. Wang withdrew his penis, some of the semen slowly overflowed.

After releasing, Mr. Wang sat on the sofa next to me, lit a cigarette, and gestured for me to enjoy this lady as well. I didn't care whether my wife still had the strength and immediately thrust inside. The moment my penis entered my wife's body, I clearly felt a different sensation than before.

Because my wife's body was filled with Mr. Wang's semen and her own vaginal fluids, her vagina felt exceptionally lubricated, a feeling I had never experienced before. Especially considering that my wife had just been with Boss Wang, I felt an immense psychological stimulation, and my erection felt incredibly hard. My wife clearly felt my hardness as well, constantly begging, "Ah... Boss... I... can't... take it anymore... It's... too thick..." I was really worried that she might accidentally say "husband," but thankfully, despite her wanton body, she maintained a degree of composure. I thought perhaps she really did have the qualities of a prostitute, or perhaps she had anticipated all possible scenarios before going out.

While I was relentlessly having sex with my wife, Boss Wang seemed to have recovered somewhat, impatiently coming over to caress my wife's breasts. I watched as my wife's soft breasts were squeezed until they were somewhat deformed, but I felt no displeasure. I understood that my wife was a prostitute now, and perhaps many more men's hands would squeeze my wife like this in the future.

In the eyes of their clients, prostitutes might not be considered real women, but rather playthings. Their job is to allow clients to touch their entire bodies and insert penises of various sizes and thicknesses. At this point, not only did my wife understand the essentials of being a prostitute, but I also began to yearn for her future career as one. "Wife, from now on, you'll be a prostitute!"

As these thoughts flashed through my mind, my movements became increasingly agitated, and my wife's cries grew louder and louder. With each thrust—until the final climax—I could no longer hold back—releasing all my passion—and Mr. Wang, without me even noticing, shoved his penis into my wife's mouth. Finally, Mr. Wang's second wave of passion erupted—spraying all over my wife's face…

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