My beautiful-feet wife went to prostitution

My wife and I have been married for ten years. She works as a clerk in a cosmetics company. We've always been very loving, and she's a very traditional, virtuous wife and loving mother.

She's not exceptionally beautiful, but her high nose and bright, almond-shaped eyes give her a noble air.

I love watching her take my penis in her mouth or feel the sensation of me ejaculating on her face. Unfortunately, in all these years of marriage, I can count the number of times she's given me oral sex and had intercourse with me on one hand.

But her noble demeanor has ironically captivated me over the years, turning me into a queen-obsessed woman. Although my wife doesn't often give me oral sex, she loves to raise her two snow-white feet high while reading or playing on her phone, tempting me to lick her smooth, white soles. When she's pleased, she lets me lie between her legs and lick her genitals. When she's aroused, she lets me climb on top of her and have sex with her. Over the past ten years, with time and my attention, my wife's already beautiful figure has become increasingly curvaceous. Her breasts are high and firm, her waist is slender, and her buttocks have become fuller, making her more and more irresistible to me.

I always thought my wife's body was mine alone, and that she was just a cool and aloof woman.

One evening, while browsing online, I stumbled upon a picture post on an adult website titled "A stunning mature woman I just met yesterday." Curious, I clicked on it. The photos were indeed impressive; the woman had a voluptuous figure, a large bottom, and full breasts. What pleased me most were her delicate, shapely feet—exactly my type. The poster mentioned a club called "Beauty's Night," where she worked. Coincidentally, I was from the same area and had frequented the club before. I secretly noted her number, 36, intending to try her out sometime. However, I then

read the comments from another user who shared the same interest. They said the woman's service wasn't great; while she was willing to perform oral sex and other forms of intercourse, she wasn't very cooperative. Their only redeeming quality was her exceptionally beautiful feet, which was why they were mentioning her.

I smiled knowingly, then reluctantly glanced at the last few photos. There were three in total. One showed her legs spread wide, revealing a vulva with thick pubic hair. It was clearly taken after the poster had penetrated her; her labia were wide open, and I could see white fluid inside. This surprised me, since it's rare for prostitutes to do this without condoms these days. I guess the poster paid extra. Another photo showed her buttocks raised high, exposing her vulva and anus. I've seen this kind of picture so many times that it didn't bother me. The last photo was a close-up of her feet, which was exactly my type. I looked at it greedily for a few moments and downloaded it without hesitation. Just as I was about to close the picture, it suddenly dawned on me: why did this mature woman's body and feet look so familiar? Had I slept with her before?

Thinking about this, I suddenly became interested and looked at the three photos more carefully. The photos were high-resolution and very clear, obviously taken by an older photographer. The last photo was a close-up of the soles of the feet, with two very small moles on the center-right side. Seeing this, I couldn't believe it—weren't these exactly the same as my wife's feet? But many people have moles like that; I must be overthinking it. My wife is so traditional and virtuous, how could she possibly become a prostitute?

However, this lingering doubt led me to discover more details similar to my wife's body: moles in the same locations on her buttocks and thighs. This made me increasingly suspicious. Although people can look alike, it's impossible for them to be exactly the same, right? The poster left a QQ number, saying that people with similar interests could add him to exchange photos. I added his QQ number without hesitation, but he wasn't online. I waited for two or three hours without a reply, so I went to sleep feeling dejected.

I went into the bedroom and found my wife already fast asleep. I gently pulled back the covers and carefully examined her snow-white soles. The more I looked, the more suspicious I became. Could my wife have become a prostitute? Thinking about it, my wife wasn't usually very interested in sex; she even stipulated that we could only have sex on the first and fifteenth of the lunar month.

Now she was out there being fucked by someone else, and I, her husband, could only look and touch. Thinking this, a surge of lust suddenly rose within me. I quickly pulled down my wife's panties, revealing her plump

, white buttocks. For some reason, my wife used to be very alert; if I undressed her like this, she would wake up immediately. But now she seemed increasingly sluggish. Ignoring everything else, I fiddled with her genitals for a while and found they were already wet. So, I decisively mounted her, thrusting my erect penis into her vagina from behind.

This woke my wife up. She impatiently swayed her hips from side to side and said, "What are you doing?" "Fuck you,"

I replied irritably, increasing the force of my thrusts, slamming my penis against her big ass repeatedly. I habitually lifted one of her plump thighs and touched the sole of her white, tender foot.

My wife shifted impatiently, "Hurry up and finish, we have to go to work tomorrow." I cursed inwardly, "Go to work my ass, are you a whore? You get so excited when you're with other men, but you're so perfunctory with your own husband."

But I didn't say it aloud, because I thought it was unlikely.

However, fantasizing that my wife was a prostitute who had been with thousands of men definitely aroused my sexual desire. With one hand squeezing my wife's smooth foot and the other her breast, watching my penis go in and out of her big ass, I fucked her for half an hour straight without stopping.

My wife remained silent for a long time, her back to me. Even though I was working hard behind her, she continued to sleep with her eyes closed, occasionally urging me to finish quickly. I was furious. If a prostitute urged me like that when I was out, I'd definitely kick her off the bed and find someone else. But it was my own wife urging me, so I had no choice but to keep quiet and continue arousing myself. Each time I was close to ejaculating, I would pause for a few seconds so I could continue. After pausing and thrusting a dozen times, suddenly, during one of those brief pauses, my wife's big buttocks twitched perfectly, and I felt a suction from her vagina. I couldn't control myself any longer and ejaculated into her vagina.

My wife rolled over and sat up, giving me a half-smile, then muttered, "Ugh, I have to wash again."

She got out of bed, naked, and wiggled her big buttocks as she went to the bathroom to wash.

I sighed deeply. When did our sex life become so boring? I remember in the first few years of our marriage, she was very energetic

. But in the last six months, she's practically sexually apathetic. Every time we have sex, I have to say sweet nothings for ages. Like today, a sudden, intense encounter, I wonder how much nagging I'll have to endure afterwards. They say women in their thirties are like wolves, so why has my wife, in her thirties, suddenly lost all interest in sex?

Thinking about this, I suddenly remembered the nude photos I saw online earlier. Could my wife really have become a prostitute? Then I thought about how perfectly timed her hip movements and vaginal contractions were, making me ejaculate prematurely. Even the most experienced, respectable woman would struggle to achieve that.

I jumped out of bed, ignoring my wife's nagging, ran to the study, and turned on the computer. A QQ avatar kept flashing; the poster had responded. I was excited and immediately started chatting with him.

I learned from QQ that the person who posted the ad didn't frequent that particular establishment, but recently they'd been going to see that older woman. The reason? She had really nice feet, and they felt so soft to the touch, unlike the rough soles of most prostitutes. After all, in that kind of establishment, most of the women working there are from the countryside, used to farm work, and no matter how good their figure or looks are, their feet will always be rough.

I also chatted with the person who posted the ad about my experiences with prostitutes, and took the opportunity to ask to exchange photos, specifically requesting photos where her face was visible.

The person didn't hesitate; after all, nobody keeps a prostitute's secret, and not posting a prostitute's face directly online was already considered somewhat ethical.

The poster sent me dozens of photos, all of that prostitute. I waited agonizingly for over ten minutes until they finally finished. When I opened them, my mind went blank. It really was my wife.

I flipped through the photos one by one, my heart sinking deeper and deeper. Every single one was a close-up of various parts of my wife's body, and photos of her having sex with the poster. A penis was sandwiched between her large breasts; a grotesquely shaped penis was clamped between her delicate feet; a penis was inserted into her vagina, and she smiled, even making a victory sign at the camera.

The last one was even more outrageous: my wife was kneeling naked on the ground, her face upturned, eyes closed. Directly above her face, a thick, wet penis lay there, her face covered in thick white fluid. Her tongue was licking the semen from the corner of her mouth.

I'd seen countless pornographic photos, but I'd never seen any of my wife's before. I'd barely even ejaculated on her face a few times.

For a long time, I sat speechless in front of the computer.

I unconsciously walked into the bedroom. My wife, whom I had just had sex with, was already fast asleep again, lying naked. Her fair feet were facing me, her jade-like legs shamelessly spread wide, her thick pubic hair framing her loose labia. Upon closer inspection, her labia were indeed much larger and darker. Looking at my wife's body, so familiar yet so strange, I felt a mix of emotions. The body I had cherished for ten years, her high, slightly sagging breasts, her slender waist with a slight belly, her vagina that I had penetrated countless times, and her feet that I loved so much and never tired of touching—it turned out that, without my knowledge, she had been played with by countless men for a pittance.

Being a prostitute now is not like it used to be, where all you had to do was spread your legs and be fucked.

Thanks to the internet, pornography has become widespread overseas. Before, it was almost unimaginable for a woman to give a man oral sex. Now, couples might only occasionally engage in oral sex, but for a prostitute, it's not just oral sex; she must be proficient in everything from blowjobs to other sexual acts.

Every part of her body must be played with at will.

I often call prostitutes myself, and every time I end up having them lick my anus and toes. I never imagined my own wife would become someone else's plaything.

Unconsciously, I lay down in front of my wife's feet, gently pressing my face against her snow-white soles, inhaling her familiar scent. Tears welled up uncontrollably.

Was I really going to get a divorce? Then I would never see or play with this naked body I loved so much again. And, after all, people have feelings; ten years of relationship made it impossible for me to sever my love for my wife.

In a daze, I fell asleep with my face pressed against my wife's soft feet.

The next day, when I woke up, my wife was no longer home.

Had she gone back to being a prostitute? I was heartbroken and couldn't bear the mental torment. That very day, I accepted a business trip assignment and left the city. Before boarding the train, I texted my wife to tell her I was going on a business trip and that it might be a long one. She simply replied, "Okay." This business trip lasted for over a month, and I suffered from insomnia almost every night, having to call prostitutes to warm my bed. Every time I was with a strange woman, I couldn't help but think, "Is my wife being fucked like this right now?" Fortunately, the cost of living in the small city where I was on the business trip was low, and the price of prostitutes was relatively cheap, otherwise, the expenses would have been much higher.

On the train back, I finally made a decision: I had to go and see how my wife worked.

After getting off the train, I bought a pair of large sunglasses, put them on, and headed straight for "Lady's Night."

Having been there a few times, I knew it was divided into small private rooms, and unless the customers requested otherwise, the lighting was usually very dim and pink, so I wasn't worried about my wife recognizing me.

Upon entering, I found the place nearly empty. It was daytime, a weekday, so there weren't many customers.

The madam swayed towards me. "Boss, would you like to take a shower first or relax?" "Relax first, give me number 36,"

I said without hesitation.

The madam hesitated. "Ah, number 36 is already taken. Perhaps you could wait, or try another girl. Our girls are all very beautiful."

I felt a surge of bitterness. Having to wait in line to have sex with my own wife? It seemed she was quite popular with perverts; otherwise, someone else would have gotten there first, even in broad daylight with few customers.

"I'll wait then. A cup of tea, please,"

I said, sitting down on the sofa in the lobby.

Thinking about my wife being sexually assaulted upstairs, I grew increasingly agitated. Suddenly, I remembered this club offered a special service: several rooms had cameras installed for other guests to spy on, but this service was only available to regular customers.

Thinking about this, I couldn't sit still any longer. I took off my sunglasses and walked over to the madam sitting at the front desk.

Having been here a few times before, the madam quickly recognized me. After chatting with her for a bit, I directly asked to see the live feed of room 36. The madam readily agreed. "It's funny, there's a camera installed in room 36. The service at room 36 wasn't very good to begin with, and she only did it during the day, so business was always bad. I heard that some customer who had slept with her posted her photos online, praising her beautiful feet. This month, business has suddenly improved a lot, with more than a dozen customers coming to her every day." The madam led me to a small room next to room 36 while chatting with me.

I secretly did the math. Goodness, more than a dozen every day, my wife has been with three or four hundred men this month, and considering how long she worked as a prostitute before, she's probably had a thousand men killed.

The madam turned on the monitor for me. I looked at it expectantly, having only seen nude photos of my wife before—perhaps they were cleverly photoshopped. However, that hope was completely dashed when I saw the monitor screen. My wife was naked, her head buried between the legs of a short, fat middle-aged man, her head bobbing up and down. Her delicate, white hand, wearing the same wedding ring as mine, was tightly gripping the client's ugly, dark penis, a stark contrast.

Because the camera was mounted on the side of the bed, it clearly

showed my wife's beautiful face bulging from the penis in her mouth.

The room was brightly lit, probably at the client's request. After all, coming to see a prostitute known for her beautiful feet, of course they wanted to see her properly; I understand foot fetishists' tastes.

The short, stout client in front of me was clearly a shill. He was lying opposite my wife, enjoying oral sex while she was sucking his penis. He spread her snow-white thighs, playing with her feet with one hand and casually fiddling with her genitals with the other.

I remember I also liked this position with my wife, but she always resisted. The few times she did, I had to lick her genitals until she was very aroused before she would reluctantly take my penis in her mouth. Now, she was so enthusiastically giving oral sex to a client, and he wouldn't even bother licking her genitals. After all, there aren't many normal men in the world who would lick a prostitute's genitals.

The short, fat customer was clearly excited. Judging from my wife's increasingly wide-open mouth, his penis was getting bigger and bigger. He yelled excitedly and shoved his penis out of my wife's mouth. "Hurry up, you bitch, lie down and let me fuck you."

My wife immediately obediently lay down, raising her legs high and spreading them apart, revealing her genitals covered in dark pubic hair. "Come on, boss, come fuck me!" Her lewd voice made me unable to believe it was coming from my wife.

After the initial shock and anger, a surge of excitement slowly welled up inside me. It was the first time I'd ever witnessed my wife's body having sex with another man. Her face was noble and beautiful, her breasts full, her buttocks plump and white, her thighs sexy, her feet white and fleshy, and her aloof demeanor made it no wonder so many clients sought her out.

The madam, who had been watching the whole time, suddenly said to me, "Number 36 is really good. Want me to give you a handjob, bro? You can go straight to this slut after number 36 finishes her client." I glanced at the madam, who looked to be in her forties. She was still attractive, with a voluptuous figure, her large breasts almost bursting out of her tight clothes. She must have been very popular when she was younger. The madam pressed herself against my back, reached into my pants, pulled out my penis, and began to skillfully masturbate it.

"Moan, you filthy bitch!"

An excited shout came from the monitor. The client was biting my wife's white toes while viciously thrusting his penis rapidly in and out of her vagina.

Because of the angle, I couldn't see my wife's face anymore. I only saw a plump, snow-white body being pressed down by that customer. His dark scrotum was constantly slamming against my wife's snow-white buttocks. With each movement, my wife's two bare feet swung back and forth in the air. This scene immediately made my penis hard in the madam's hand. I wanted nothing more than to rush in, pull the customer away, and fuck him hard myself.

Just then, my wife's moans began to rise slowly, "Boss, fuck me quickly, like a customer fucking a prostitute." Damn, I never expected such a unique moan to come from my usually indifferent and virtuous wife. Normally, my wife doesn't moan much; she just says "Fuck me" or "Fuck me to death."

Hearing such unique moans, the short, fat customer became even more excited. He shoved my wife down, flipped her over, and made her plump, white buttocks face him. He forcefully thrust his penis inside her, saying, "Don't call me boss, call me husband." I was furious. This short, fat guy wanted to be my wife's husband, while I, the legitimate husband, could only watch helplessly from next door.

My wife's large, plump buttocks swayed from side to side as she cried out in a coquettish voice, "**** husband, fuck me! Thrust hard, thrust really hard! This slut's pussy is itching to death!" She moved her snow-white buttocks back and forth, making it easier for the short, fat customer to penetrate her.

"This slut, this whore, what a cheap whore, a rotten bitch fucked by a thousand men, ridden by ten thousand," I couldn't help but curse inwardly, my lust rising instantly.

"If I don't fuck you until you're raw, I'm not your husband,"

I thought to myself.

After watching helplessly as my wife was enthusiastically fucked by that customer for half an hour, during which the proprietress's hand kept gently gripping my penis

, the customer finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. He let out a low growl, pulled his penis out, and stood up on the bed. My wife, understanding immediately, got up and knelt between the customer's legs, raising her seemingly proud face, closing her eyes, and waiting to receive the semen.

The client quickly masturbated a few times, ejaculating a thick stream of semen all over my wife's face. My wife didn't seem to mind at all. She opened her mouth and took his still-erect penis in, sucking it a few times. Then she grabbed some tissues from the bedside table and casually wiped the semen off her face. She then went back to the short, fat client and

gently wiped his penis clean with a wet wipe. Finally, she playfully squeezed his penis and said, "Good husband, you fucked your slutty wife so well! Welcome back next time for more fucking." The short, fat client, still not satisfied, squeezed my wife's large breasts and played with her feet for a while—after all, those feet were now quite famous in the prostitution world—before finally going to the front desk to pay.

I watched as my wife got dressed, swaying her hips as she walked out.

A while later, my wife reappeared on the monitor. She had probably gone to clean up and then silently sat on the edge of the bed waiting for the next customer. She probably never imagined that the next customer would be her husband of ten years.

Soon, the madam, holding my penis, led me to room 36. I adjusted my large sunglasses and pushed open the door.

The room lights were adjusted to the standard pinkish dim light. My wife clearly didn't recognize me. She stood up from the bed, bowed slightly to me, and softly said, "Good afternoon, boss." The madam, following behind, added, "This is my friend. He came specifically to see you. He's been waiting for you for ages. Be careful with your work."

She didn't leave, but closed the door and sat at the foot of the bed, looking at my wife, saying, "Just do what you're supposed to do. Don't worry about me."

My wife obediently replied, "Okay, Sister Mei. Please give me pointers if I do anything wrong."

So this madam was called Sister Mei; it seemed she had given my wife a lot of training.

Looking at my wife in front of me, I suddenly didn't know what to do.

I lay down on the bed, and my wife immediately and skillfully came over, took off my shoes, gently placed my legs on her thighs, and gently massaged my leg muscles, saying seductively, "Boss, how would you like to play? Want the full package?"

Afraid that she would recognize my voice, I lowered my voice and

made a low "Mmm. "

My wife had me lie flat on the bed, massaging my limb muscles. When she reached the groin, she quickly pinched my genitals with her slender fingers. "Boss, your thing is so hard. I heard from the madam that you've been waiting for me for ages. Are you already impatient and want to fuck me?" I didn't expect my wife to be so good at talking after becoming a prostitute, knowing how to arouse a man's desire in various ways.

Although I didn't say a word, my penis involuntarily grew higher and higher, making my pants stand up high.

My wife chuckled softly and expertly pulled down my pants, instantly making my penis stand erect.

She gently touched my throbbing erection with her delicate hand, then got up and began undressing, saying as she did so, "Boss, you've never fucked me before, have you? Why did you specifically request me? Did you see me online?" She then

glanced at her feet, a little embarrassed. In her online profiles, my wife's main focus was on her beautiful feet; I figured most of the people who came to her this month were there for them.

I gave a soft "Mmm."

My wife's expression immediately relaxed. I was a little confused. At home, although she didn't object to me playing with her feet, she never seemed to react much. Why was she so happy to hear I had a foot fetish?

Then I heard my wife gently say, "Would you like me to play with your feet for a while? Do you prefer wearing socks or

going barefoot?" I immediately understood; foot sex is much easier than oral sex. I said in a rough voice, "Barefoot, please." My wife took off all her clothes, including the fishnet stockings she was wearing, and climbed up behind my feet completely naked. She stroked my penis with her delicate hand, then took out a wet wipe from somewhere and carefully wiped my penis, even wiping my anus thoroughly.

I immediately remembered that the full service at this club included oral sex, anal licking, and intercourse. i=36>Thinking that I've never enjoyed my wife licking my anus, while countless strange men have enjoyed it first, I glared resentfully at my wife who was working with her head down. Whatever, I'll enjoy it today too.

Mei Jie wasn't idle at the foot of the bed either, occasionally massaging the soles of my feet. Seeing my wife start giving me oral sex, she went over to watch closely. My wife first skillfully licked my penis from head to toe. She even carefully sucked on my scrotum, gently touching my anus with her delicate fingers as she did so. Then, with incredibly practiced oral skills, she took my entire penis into her mouth. This slut, rarely giving me oral sex at home, and she wouldn't even take the whole thing in. She's certainly improved since becoming a prostitute.

As I enjoyed my wife's mouth, I didn't know what to feel, but my lust burned even more intensely.

After my wife lowered her head and used her mouth to stroke my penis for a while, Sister Mei suddenly said to her, "You're not doing it right."

My wife immediately spat my penis

out, saying, "Sister Mei, are you good at this? Teach me!" Sister Mei held my penis and said to my wife, "Look carefully at my tongue." Then Sister Mei opened her mouth wide and put my penis in her mouth, deliberately not closing it so my wife could see clearly. Then she curled her tongue vertically and wrapped it around my penis. Then Sister Mei suddenly closed her mouth, and I immediately felt a warm, moist place, with a strong suction. Her nimble tongue licked all over my penis, and the intense pleasure made me moan with pleasure.

Sister Mei then gave my penis back to my wife and let her try this technique. My wife humbly learned from Sister Mei, how to lick with her tongue, how much force to use to suck my penis, and practiced with my penis at the same time—or rather, practiced with her mouth.

Two people were between me, one after the other, Sister Mei sucking my penis, then my wife taking turns. They were completely using my penis as a teaching tool.

Although I was enjoying it, I still pretended to be dissatisfied and said to Sister Mei, "You're using me to teach you techniques, shouldn't you give me some compensation?"

Sister Mei was sucking my penis when she heard my words, and suddenly she took my entire penis into her mouth. Her lips were already pressed directly against my lower abdomen, and I was so excited that I couldn't speak.

Sister Mei glanced smugly at my wife, then slowly spat out her saliva-covered penis and said to me, "Isn't that enough compensation? Fine, I'll give you a freebie today. You play with this bitch for a while, and then I'll personally let you fuck her to your heart's content."

Sister Mei slapped my wife's big buttocks: "Go, go play with your feet for the customers." My wife professionally lifted herself up, sat between my legs, and clamped my penis between her two pink and plump feet, using her feet to stroke it. Occasionally, she would stick out a toe and gently tease my anus.

My God, my most precious wife's beautiful feet, how many customers' penises and anuses have they played with like this, and who knows how much semen has been shot onto them, I thought with extreme depression.

While my wife was servicing me with her jade feet, she kept teasing me with words. There probably aren't many customers like me who come in and are basically silent. Maybe she knows that using words to flirt can make customers finish faster.

"Boss, my footwork is pretty good, isn't it?"

Seeing that I didn't react, she continued, "When I first started, I always hurt the customers' dicks because I couldn't control the pressure, but I don't anymore. Boss, do you like it? Does this count as you fucking my feet? In a little while, you can fuck my cunt hard, and you'll like it even more." Listening to my wife's shameless words and watching her fleshy feet skillfully manipulating my penis, I almost couldn't control myself from ejaculating.

I grabbed my wife, who was having a great time, and pressed her head hard against my crotch. My wife immediately took my penis into her mouth and licked it incessantly, occasionally sticking her tongue into my anus and stirring it around.

I lifted her plump, white buttocks onto my head, assuming a standard 69 position. I noticed that my wife's labia were noticeably larger and looser. After all, she gets fucked by a dozen different kinds of cocks every day. Of course, I didn't lick her genitals. Although she's my wife, she's just a rotten prostitute now, and I just saw her cunt being fucked until it was dripping wet. I'm not so low as to give a prostitute oral sex. However, I still kissed her feet without hesitation. I touched the soles of my wife's feet with one hand, and with the other, I opened her labia and inserted my fingers. Her vagina was indeed very wet and spacious, and my three fingers easily slid in.

My wife's mouth was stuffed with my penis, so she couldn't speak, only making muffled noises and constantly swaying her fat ass. I pushed her ass hard with both hands, shoving it towards my penis. My wife immediately understood, straddling me, extending one delicate hand to guide my penis towards her vagina, and then she sat down with a thud. My penis plunged all the way into my wife's body. My wife twisted her ass violently on top of me, her hands touching her breasts, while she cried out in a very lewd voice, "Boss, fuck my pussy hard! I'm a slut who needs to be fucked, a cheap woman, fuck me faster, fuck me faster! Oh, boss's penis is so powerful, I can't take it anymore!" Sister Mei had been watching my wife and me having sex the whole time, nodding occasionally in approval of my wife's technique.

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. It was you who was doing it to me, yet you were acting so dramatic. After ten years of marriage, I know very well that my wife doesn't yell or scream when she has an orgasm. And I don't believe that my wife can have multiple orgasms every time she sees more than a dozen clients every day. It's just a way for her to please her clients. It seems that Sister Mei has mastered the profession of prostitution very well.

I sat up and pushed my wife down on the bed. At this moment, Sister Mei said to my wife, "Every time the customer changes positions, you should take the initiative to suck his penis. This way, you'll alternate

between your mouth and vagina, and the customer will enjoy it more." My wife obediently took the penis that had just been pulled out of her vagina back into her mouth. After performing oral sex for a while, my wife lay down and put her two jade-like feet on my shoulders, allowing my penis to enter her vagina without any obstruction. I buried my face hard in the soles of my wife's fleshy feet and shouted in my heart, "You rotten bitch, you rotten whore, I'll fuck you to death! I've been reduced to kissing the soles of a prostitute's feet, I'll fuck you to death!"

At this moment, Sister Mei had already taken off her clothes, revealing two sack-like breasts hanging in front of her chest. She spread her two thick thighs and straddled my wife's face, who was being penetrated by me. She said to my wife,

"Lick my pussy, my husband is away on a business trip, I haven't had any meat for days, I'll give you a good time later." My wife obediently stuck out her tongue and began to lick Sister Mei's pussy.

I never dreamed that this day would come, my wife submissively satisfying our sexual desires under me and another woman, while Sister Mei sat facing me on my wife's face. She skillfully pinched my nipples and placed my hand on her soft breasts. Her perfumed head was close to my ear and she said, "Don't look down on me now that I'm out of shape, my skills in serving men are still top-notch." Sister Mei patted my wife's stomach, who was being pressed under us, and said, "When this bitch first came, she thought she could just spread her legs and get on the bed..." "Lying down and letting a man penetrate your vagina is nothing compared to servicing him. Now you know I wasn't wrong, right? My vagina has swallowed more cocks than you've seen men." My wife, licking Mei Jie's vagina under her buttocks, mumbled in response, "How can I compare to you, Mei Jie? You have to teach me more. Last time you taught me that trick of clenching your vaginal muscles tightly when a man is about to ejaculate really works. Very few customers can hold back from ejaculating."

I was immediately annoyed. It turned out my wife had already used those tricks on me. Sister Mei was very talkative. She told me that she started prostitution in the city when she was sixteen, having come from the countryside. Now she is forty-two years old. Except for her menstrual cycle, she has seen more than ten clients almost every day for many years. She only stopped prostitution after getting married at the age of forty. Now she runs this club as a madam. She estimates that tens of thousands of men have penetrated her.

Out of curiosity, I asked Sister Mei to let me take a closer look at her vagina. Sister Mei then plopped down in front of my wife's head, spreading her thick, fat thighs apart. From within the dark pubic hair, a dark vagina, like an open mouth, immediately appeared before my eyes.

My wife turned her head, licking this dark vagina, which had been penetrated by tens of thousands of penises, with her fragrant tongue. Sister Mei even used her hands to spread her vagina open to the sides, instantly revealing a dark opening to me.

"Come on, big brother, try how my vagina tastes," Sister Mei said to me in a coquettish voice.

I pulled my penis out of my wife's body, straddled her face, and thrust it into Sister Mei's dark hole. I felt a thin callus forming at the entrance of her vagina, but as soon as I penetrated deep inside, her entire vagina began to tighten and loosen around my penis, waves of pleasure washing over me. At that moment, I felt my wife, whom I was pressing down on, using her slender fingers to pull my penis deeper into her vagina. Her nimble tongue licked the base of my penis protruding from Sister Mei's vagina, and she even took my scrotum into her mouth, and then stuck her tongue into my anus. It felt like a dream.

My wife, who would get angry if I even glanced at another woman, was now holding my penis and inserting it into another woman's vagina. My wife, who had never licked my anus before, was now even using her tongue to arouse her husband while I was having sex with another woman.

I finally realized with a deep understanding that my wife, who seemed so pure, elegant, and aloof, was now nothing more than a shameless, lewd whore, available to anyone. I reached between her legs and slapped her rotten cunt repeatedly

. My wife wasn't angry at all; instead, she buried her face between my and Sister Mei's legs and licked even more enthusiastically.

Sister Mei's two plump thighs wrapped powerfully around my waist. I didn't even need to exert any force; she could grip my buttocks and thrust my penis into her with even greater force. I roamed over Sister Mei's voluptuous body. This middle-aged woman was practically all fleshy and wanton. At first glance, I could tell that every part of her was wanton and slutty. She truly deserved to be called a "slayer of men."

I placed Sister Mei's plump soles on my face. They were indeed very thick, but the plumpness characteristic of middle-aged women also gave them a captivating allure. I couldn't help but suck on Sister Mei's toes. Sister Mei seemed excited too: "Brother, you really know how to play! Thrust hard into my cunt, oh, it feels so good!" Soon, I ejaculated under the combined assault of my wife and Sister Mei, some into Sister Mei's cunt, and some onto my wife's face and hair.

Sister Mei got up and beckoned my wife to come and lick my penis. She made my wife take my entire scrotum into her mouth, then she took my entire penis into her mouth herself. Soon, my penis became hard again. This time, Sister Mei gestured for me to fuck my wife.

Lost in wild thoughts and frenzied lust, I thrust into my wife hard for over half an hour before ejaculating on her face with pleasure.

Looking at my wife's beautiful face, smeared with sweat and semen, her long hair flowing freely, a pang of pity welled up inside me. But I immediately thought, "This is your own doing. You want to be a rotten prostitute, ridden and fucked by others. What's it to me? From now on, you're just my sex toy. I'll fuck you when I feel like it, and let others fuck you however they want when I don't.

" Sister Mei was still telling my wife, "You're always taking one-on-one clients; you won't develop your skills. A few clients who like to fuck together will come soon. Go try taking three clients at once." My wife sweetly agreed.

I sighed, watching my wife carefully lick my penis clean with her mouth. I quickly put on my clothes, opened the door without a word, and left. Behind me, I could still hear my wife's sweet voice: "Welcome, boss, to patronize my rotten hole often."

After paying three hundred yuan for fucking my wife, I went home.

When my wife, looking exhausted, opened the door that evening and saw that I was back from my business trip, her face showed a mixture of surprise and panic.

She'd just been with over a dozen clients, so she must have a lot of marks on her body. And I hadn't slept with her for a month; she was definitely afraid that if I did it now, she'd notice something suspicious. My

wife immediately slipped into the bathroom, not forgetting to close the door.

I deliberately let her be, and when I heard the water stop, guessing she was almost finished, I suddenly shouted, "Number 36, come out and serve customers!"

"Coming,"

my wife replied, then fell silent for a long time. The bathroom door finally opened, and my wife, pale-faced, looked at me, slowly kneeling down, naked, and sobbing on the floor.

From her fragmented explanation, I learned that she had fallen into a trap, inexplicably owing hundreds of thousands of yuan, and was being forced to work at that club for a year to escape—completely unpaid work.

Deep down, I had accepted the reality that my wife was a slut. Other prostitutes get paid, but I was getting her for free. What could I do? She'd already been with thousands; what good would it do to back out? I pulled out my limp penis and slapped it against my wife's cold, beautiful face, making a "smack, smack" sound. I said calmly, "Lick it, my good wife."

My wife looked up at me in surprise. Seeing that I wasn't very angry, she immediately began licking my penis vigorously. "Husband, forgive me. From now on, I'll be your most obedient and submissive sex slave." At the same time, she skillfully pulled down my pants, her delicate hand reaching behind me to expertly caress my scrotum, constantly rubbing her pretty face against my thigh, seemingly ready to be ravaged by me.

I spread my wife's large buttocks and carefully examined her anus: "Sister Mei asked you to pick up three men at the same time today, and you did? Your anus looks loose."

My wife nodded, blushing.

I noticed red marks all over my wife's naked body, and there were also sucking marks left by others on her breasts. It was strange; it had been a year, and I hadn't noticed these things.

Thinking about it carefully, the reason my wife resisted intimacy with me was probably because she was afraid I would discover the marks on her body.

Every time she had sex with me, she would make sure the red marks had healed completely before revealing herself naked to me.

From then on, our relationship underwent a revolutionary change.

The next day, I let my wife continue working as a prostitute, since there was only one month left anyway. She just had to come home and serve me at night. She would give me oral sex under the table while I ate, and if I wanted to play with her feet, she had to immediately bring them to the table for me to play with

. If I wanted to penetrate her, she only had to call out, and she would immediately run over, get my penis hard, and then let me have my way with her in various positions .

After a week of this, I suddenly felt that having a prostitute as a wife wasn't such a bad thing.

My wife seemed to have gotten used to it and no longer felt ashamed of her prostitution in front of me.

Sometimes when we chatted, she would tell me about her work as a prostitute.

She also told me how Sister Mei trained her, and even used some of the sexual techniques she had learned on me to please me.

One night, I lay lazily in bed, and my wife nestled naked beside me. Although I didn't want to have sex, my wife still habitually held my penis and slowly stroked it, her small mouth sucking on my nipple. I suddenly became curious about what it was like when she first started prostituting herself. When I asked my wife about it, she didn't hide anything, only saying somewhat shyly, "My first customer was a man under thirty, kind of handsome, with a thick penis, but his touch was very rough; he squeezed my breasts so hard it hurt. He really liked oral sex, and I sucked on him for half an hour until my mouth was sore before he finally climbed on top of me to have sex with me." Although I had already accepted that my wife was a seasoned prostitute and had been penetrated by countless penises, hearing her say that still made me feel a little sour. "Hmph."

I chuckled and said, "Back then, you basically never gave me oral sex, but you were enthusiastic about giving it to others." My wife sensed my jealousy and called out in a drawn-out, coquettish voice, "Husband." She looked up to kiss me, but I pushed her lips away and continued, "Don't kiss me. Who knows how many dicks your mouth has sucked?"

My wife said aggrievedly, "Didn't you always want me to become a slut, a rotten cunt? Now I'm a big rotten cunt, husband, you can do whatever you want with me."

After saying that, my wife crawled behind my feet, spread her legs wide, and showed me her rotten cunt between her legs. Her mouth obediently took each of my toes into her mouth, and her tongue licked the soles of my feet. Seeing my wife fawning over me like a female dog, my penis slowly began to harden.

My wife quickly noticed the change in my penis, her eyes lighting up. She immediately moved her mouth from my toes to my penis, her tongue sweeping between my legs, licking from my penis to my scrotum and then to my anus, leaving no part untouched.

Enjoying my wife's meticulous oral service, I pinched her two thick labia and asked her, "Have you ever counted how many men have fucked your cunt?"

My wife stammered and mumbled, "I don't know, who would keep track of that?" I said discontentedly, "Do you not know or can't count? You should have a rough idea if you count the days." After licking my penis for a while, my wife replied, "Probably four or five hundred men have fucked me." Then she slowly swallowed my penis into her mouth and began to give me a deep throat.

I stroked my wife's soft, white feet and said, "More than that, right? Sister Mei said you have at least three or four customers a day, and later it was more than a dozen. Excluding your period, you must have had sex with over a thousand men in almost a year, right?"

My wife spat out the penis from her mouth and giggled, saying, "Honey, you're so naughty. You wish I were a thousand-man slayer, don't you?" My wife had hit the nail on the head, so I said somewhat vaguely, "Anyway, since you've become a prostitute yourself, I have no choice but to change myself and like my increasingly shameless wife."

My wife squeezed my penis hard and said with a coquettish laugh: "Even according to what you say, I can't have a thousand clients right now. You forgot to consider one thing: many clients have slept with me more than once." I thought about it and realized she was right. I had no argument, so I just slapped my wife's big butt hard: "Anyway, you're a big slut. Tonight, you'll sleep with my cock in your mouth, and you're not allowed to let it fall out." My wife agreed and served me a good time, then took my cock in her mouth, licking it with her tongue. She put her feet on my pillow so I could play with them anytime, and we slept like that.

When her one-year contract at the club expired, I let my wife continue working as a prostitute. She'd already been doing it for a year, and her beautiful feet attracted so many regular clients; it was free money.

However, we changed her workplace to our own home, and I specially decorated a room as her "studio."

On the third day my wife was working from home, I came home early. Pushing open the door to her studio, I saw my wife, completely naked, swaying her large buttocks, crawling around on all fours.

Each breast had a bell clipped to it, ringing crisply with each movement.

An old man, also naked, sat on her smooth buttocks, enjoying being ridden like a horse. His old penis was inserted into her vagina from behind, moving in and out as she swayed. The old man was also whipping her buttocks with a small leather belt.

Suddenly seeing me open the door, my wife stopped, looked at me apologetically, and said, "Honey, you're back. Wait a minute, I'll cook for you after I finish with this guest." I casually replied, "Oh, you two continue."

I closed the door and went to my study to play on the computer.

The scene I had just witnessed kept replaying in my mind, and my lust kept rising. So I opened an adult film and started watching it, masturbating as I thought to myself, what kind of situation is this? My wife is being raped like a horse by an old man in the next room, and I can only masturbate outside. Come to think of it, I've never tried that position before. But I'm too heavy, and I guess if I rode on my wife's back like that old man, she would just fall over.

A moment later, I heard the sound of a door opening and closing, accompanied by the crisp ringing of a bell. My wife, wearing only a towel and swaying her hips, rushed in, somewhat embarrassed, explaining, "That old bastard always treats me like a horse when he comes, trying all sorts of ways to mess with me. But the price is okay; he gives me eight hundred yuan every time." I said casually, "It's alright. I'm a prostitute anyway, of course I have to have professional ethics." My wife glanced at my erect penis. "Honey, wait a minute, I'll wash up and come back to cool you down." I grabbed her head and pressed it down between my legs. "Alright, you'll have to wash up after I'm done, won't you? And by the way..." "Let me play with it."

Then my wife crawled under my desk. While I watched porn, she

kept making "mmm" sounds as she sucked on my penis. She obediently sat on the floor and stretched her legs out to me to play with. "That old man played with my whole body today, I'm so dirty, I haven't had any footjobs yet. Honey, just make do for a while, I'll wash up tonight and then I'll give you a proper time." As I enjoyed my prostitute wife's oral sex service, I played with her plump, jade-like feet. Suddenly, the towel on my wife's body fell off, revealing two lines of writing on her bare back: "A thousand men ride this ass, ten thousand men penetrate this cunt."

There was also an arrow pointing directly to the middle of my wife's big ass.

I laughed when I saw it. "Haha, this old man really knows how to play." I turned my wife's body around so that her big ass was facing me, and with a "plop," I inserted my penis into the direction the arrow was pointing on my wife's back.

My wife's wide vagina tightened and loosened with each thrust, and I closed my eyes, enjoying her moans and groans. Now, her moans were becoming increasingly varied: "Husband's cock is the best, it makes my pussy so wet!"

"Others charge me, but I get free fucking, husband!"

"A rotten cunt needs to be fucked every day, if I don't, I'll get horny. A rotten cunt becomes a rotten cunt, a wife becomes a big whore." "I'm a big rotten hole, a big rotten cunt, after the customer fucks, I fuck, after I fuck, the customer fucks." While moaning, she swayed her hips and breasts, her vagina tightening and loosening.

Every day when I came home from work, my wife's first words were: "Husband, do you want to fuck my big rotten cunt? How do you want to fuck your whore wife today?"

Then she would use every part of her body to please me. Although she still appeared noble and aloof, her actions were completely those of a lowly sex slave.

I recently discovered that my wife's labia have become very enlarged from being constantly played with and pulled. They hang down when she's not penetrating, and whenever she exerts force, her vaginal opening automatically widens. This has the advantage that even if my penis or a client's penis is limp, my wife can use her enlarged labia to envelop it and force it into her vagina. Then, she uses the continuous contractions of her vagina to slowly harden it. What's most impressive about my wife is that when her vagina contracts, the layers of her vaginal muscles tighten around the penis, segment by segment. i=28>While any woman can contract her vagina, very few can truly control the tightening of the vaginal muscles from the inside out or from the outside in. In ancient times, it was said that some women possessed inner charm, and I think that refers to my wife's ability. I even specifically asked my wife why she had never tightened like that during sex before. She told me that she didn't know how before either. It was during her time with clients that she often thought about how to make them ejaculate inside her as quickly as possible, so she consciously tightened her vaginal muscles layer by layer, and gradually learned to do so.

With this one trick, my wife's repeat customers increased significantly, especially the middle-aged and elderly clients who were usually less sexually active and were willing to pay more to enjoy real sexual pleasure on her body.

One evening, when I got home, I heard my wife moaning from the studio, "Be gentle, be gentle." She was probably with a client, so I didn't disturb her. I went straight to the study, played on the computer for a while, and then casually turned on the monitor to check on her.

I saw my wife lying naked on the bed, with a neatly dressed man beside her, his back to the camera, his hands busy on her body.

After a while, the man took out a camera from his bag, stepped back a few paces, and started taking pictures of my wife. I then noticed that my wife was completely bound with ropes, which accentuated her already voluptuous figure.

The man seemed more interested in taking pictures, making my wife turn around and take pictures from the front, side, and back.

Finally, he threw out a few bills, left without even having sex with my wife, and seemed to want to untie the ropes as he left, but my wife gestured for him not to.

Before I could even get there, I heard my wife calling me sweetly from the studio: "Honey, come fuck me, come fuck your sexy wife who's tied up like a dumpling!"

I grabbed a camera and went to my wife's studio.

When my wife saw me come in with the camera, she immediately puffed out her chest. I carefully admired my wife, who was tightly bound. Her breasts, which were originally a little saggy, were made full and perky by the ropes, and her waist was made thinner than usual, making her buttocks appear even larger.

My wife was already a curvy woman, and now her breasts and buttocks looked even more voluptuous. I excitedly took nude photos of my wife, and she giggled and kept changing her poses so I could take more pictures of her body.

Her hands and calves were tied together, her legs spread wide towards me, her fair feet raised high, and she kept directing me: "Honey, take pictures of my cunt, give me a close-up of my cunt, I'll stick my ass out, take a few more."

Seeing my camera flash going off continuously, my wife said in a coquettish voice: "Honey, isn't my pose lewd? Doesn't it look like a slut who needs to be fucked? My cunt is all wet, honey, do you want to fuck me?" I touched her genitals, and sure enough, she was already overflowing with lust. I took out my penis, rubbed it against her cunt, and then thrust it in, saying: "You're a slut, a slut who needs to be fucked, the little bitch I love to fuck the most." My wife

let out a "moan," and her big ass lifted up forcefully, welcoming my penis to penetrate her vagina even deeper.

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