Training my wife to be a prostitute

"My wife's finally coming home today!" I woke up with a start this morning.
Lying in bed, looking at my erect penis, I couldn't help but recall last night's dream, my heart filled with excitement and a touch of anticipation. I arrived at the airport on time, and seeing the message that the plane had landed safely, my heart grew anxious. After waiting for a while, I saw Jing'er's familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the distance. Perhaps because she had just returned from a vacation, Jing'er's outfit was very eye-catching. She wore a short tank top that showed off her beautiful collarbones, the hem of which was very short, revealing her fair, slender waist and sexy navel. It was also a low-cut tank top, easily revealing half of her breasts. She wore a super short Korean-style denim straight skirt that barely covered her thighs, leaving her two fair, long legs exposed. This was the first time I had ever seen her wear such a short skirt in public. What was even more irresistible was that she was also wearing a pair of black stiletto sandals, which were incredibly alluring, causing my penis to become erect again uncontrollably. The men who were also picking her up at the airport couldn't help but stare at my Jing'er. Jing'er wasn't actually very tall, but she had practiced dancing since she was little, so her proportions were excellent—a very slim waist, long legs, and fair, smooth skin. She was the dream girl of many boys at school.
"Honey!" Jing'er saw me and excitedly waved wildly.
Instantly, all the men's eyes shifted. I could only slowly walk towards her (I couldn't help it, my breasts were too weak), and hugged her tightly. Instantly, a familiar scent rushed to my heart, and two soft mounds pressed against my body. Wait, I only then noticed the nipples on her tank top.
And because it was a low-cut tank top, from my angle, they were completely visible.
After saying goodbye to the girl who had come with her, I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and said, "You're really something!" "What's so special about it! Lots of people dress like that on the beach." Although she retorted, Jing'er's face couldn't help but turn red.
"How did it go?"
"It went fairly smoothly."
"So, did you...?"
"Your wife gets hit on everywhere she goes. Come on, let's go back and I'll tell you." "You really slept with another man!" I blurted out.
"Are you kidding me, shouting like that!" Jing'er pinched me and dragged me away.
After leaving the airport and boarding the bus back, Jing'er blushed and told me her story...
It all started a while ago. Jing'er is actually a very traditional girl with good upbringing.
But for some reason, maybe because of dancing, she always exudes an indescribable sexiness in her every move. Actually, she doesn't intentionally seduce men, but since she was little, many men have always surrounded her. After she got together with Xiaodi, things improved a lot. But whenever she's alone, all sorts of men will hit on her. Seeing the drooling looks from the men around him, Xiaodi had a strange feeling.
Later, after reading Hu Dada's article, he realized that this was a cuckoldry plot. Gradually, my cuckoldry complex intensified. What started as just me reading these stories gradually became something I shared with Jing'er during sex, each time eliciting intense arousal from her. Then we started reading stories together in the courtyard house, inevitably leading to a passionate encounter. Slowly, Jing'er became somewhat accustomed to it. We began to immerse ourselves in the stories. When Jing'er was close to climax, I would deliberately stop, prompting her to say, "I want to have sex with another man." At first, Jing'er wouldn't say it.
I teased her at the entrance of her vagina, and she finally couldn't resist, whispering, "I want...I want...I want to...have sex with...another...man...oh...faster...husband, faster..." This time, I felt Jing'er's grip tighten. I remember the first time I heard Jing'er say that, I was incredibly excited. Soon, Jing'er began to cooperate with me. Sometimes, when I got to the crucial point, I'd pause and ask Jing'er, "If it were you, would you sleep with that man?" Jing'er would roll her eyes at me and whisper, "At that point, how could I stop?" Then, I'd change the heroine's name in the story to her own. Jing'er would always get excited.
Sometimes, she'd even proactively tell me how lewd the heroine in some story was. And every time she said that, her genitals would be incredibly aroused. We were immersed in our fantasies like this until… that year, an international conference in our field was held at a foreign seaside resort.
We both submitted our papers early, hoping to go together. In the end, my paper wasn't selected, but Jing'er's was. Jing'er was happy, but also a little disappointed that we couldn't go together. At that time, we were still two poor students, so Jing'er contacted two girls from other schools in the city to share a room, which would be cheaper. Thinking about how I couldn't go to such a beautiful place, I was really frustrated. But there was also a restless feeling in my heart; maybe something could happen between Jing'er and me. My mind was constantly battling with this thought. Finally, during one of our sexual encounters, I couldn't hold back any longer and said to Jing'er, "How about... when you go to the meeting... find... a man to do it with?" I could hear my voice trembling as I finally said it.
Jing'er stared at me, her eyes wide.
After saying it, I felt a sense of calm and continued, "Anyway, we're abroad, nobody will know, just try it once." Jing'er blushed and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Just try it once, see if it's really as amazing as everyone writes." I said, speeding up.
Jing'er was clearly in the mood, hugging me tightly and whispering in my ear, "You bad boy, you only know how to bully your wife."... "I beg you, just do it with another man!" "Okay... okay..." A voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz escaped Jing'er's sexy lips.
With Jing'er's agreement, we reached our climax together. But afterwards, when I asked her again, she absolutely refused. Finally, as time passed, the day before Jing'er was to leave arrived. Jing'er had been very busy lately, and when we finally had time to be intimate, she got her period. Come to think of it, we hadn't been intimate for almost two weeks. Jing'er has a peculiar habit: her libido is always very high when she's on her period. Every time it ends, she can't wait to have sex with me, and usually more than once. But this time, there was no way. Jing'er nestled in my arms like a kitten in heat, wearing only her underwear. We both caressed each other passionately, burning with desire. Driven by lust, I finally blurted out an idea I'd been having for the past few days: "Wife, I've decided to give you a date pass this time." "What?" Jing'er asked, puzzled.
"It means you can have sex with any man you want during this meeting! As long as you tell me, I won't hold it against you later." I made up my mind.
"What nonsense are you talking about..."
"Besides," I added, "whether you really slept with another man or not, I'll assume you did." "You, you,...you bad boy,"
Jing'er scolded, her face instantly turning even redder, "You're just like your wife..." "Anyway, I'll assume you went out to have sex with another man. But if you can't find a man to sleep with, you'll be at a loss." I knew my wife was most afraid of being provoked, so I added another layer of pressure.
"Hmph, your wife..."
Jing'er blurted out, then realized what I meant, and shyly hid in my arms, her body trembling slightly. The next day, she went to the meeting with my "rendezvous ticket."
The following is based on Jing'er's account.
When Jing'er arrived at the meeting place, she had been very busy and nervous for the past few days and hadn't gone out much.
Finally finished her report, and with her period over, Jing'er decided to spend her last day having fun. Here's a quick report: I tampered with my wife's luggage. Aside from her formal meeting attire, I replaced everything she brought with sexy clothes. All the tops were low-cut tank tops, all the bottoms were super short skirts, and all the underwear was replaced with thongs, including a black thong with ties on both sides that could be easily untied. So when Jing'er went out to choose her clothes, she was completely dumbfounded, silently cursing me. But she didn't want to wear her formal meeting clothes again, so she had no choice but to wear these sexy outfits. And, to get back at her husband, she even chose an extremely short denim mini-skirt, almost the length of hot pants, but a skirt, leaving endless room for imagination.
Jing'er picked out a low-cut tank top, and of course, the black thong with ties on both sides.
Because the other two girls had reports to give today, Jing'er had to go out alone. Just as his wife had said, many men greeted Jing'er along the way, some even directly flirting, saying, "Beautiful lady, want to have some fun together!" Jing'er ignored them, strolling along until she arrived at the entrance of a large seaside amusement center. Seeing that there were local ethnic activities inside, she bought a ticket. Just as she was about to enter, a Chinese man waved to her: "Hi, do you remember me?" Jing'er immediately remembered that this man was also from China, had attended her report, asked her many questions, and they had exchanged contact information; his name was Xiao G. Xiao G stared intently at the hot-bodied Jing'er, stunned for a long time. Xiao G was also alone, so he naturally stuck close to Jing'er. Along the way, Xiao G would occasionally steal glances at Jing'er's snow-white thighs and beautiful cleavage. He thought to himself that this woman was so proper during meetings, but so sexy in private. Jing'er pretended not to notice, secretly pleased: "Hmph, you stinky husband. Look at your wife's charm..." After a day of sightseeing, there were bound to be casual touches, and the two became increasingly familiar with each other, their interactions becoming more natural. At dinner, Xiao G generously treated Jing'er to a meal, and even deliberately ordered a bottle of red wine. Jing'er initially refused, but seeing the wine already opened, she couldn't refuse his hospitality and had a glass. Jing'er's alcohol tolerance was naturally low, and coupled with the day's activities, the alcohol took effect more easily due to fatigue; she was already a little dizzy when she left. I knew Jing'er was easily aroused after drinking, so we sometimes had a little before sex to create a more intimate atmosphere, and I would tease her, asking if she was already feeling it. My wife retorted that at that moment, she wasn't actually thinking about anything with this man.
But things often turn out unexpectedly.
The last show at the amusement park that evening was a fireworks display over the sea. Jing'er was also looking forward to it, so she went to watch it with Xiao G. Many people were going to catch the show, so it was quite crowded. Xiao G then pulled Jing'er close, his hand caressing her exposed waist. Jing'er trembled slightly, but seeing the large crowd, she didn't resist. Never before had she been so close to another man, and with the alcohol she'd drunk, her breathing became somewhat erratic.
They finally reached the beach, where many people were already gathered, including several couples embracing. Xiao G didn't let go; instead, he tightened his grip. Soon, the fireworks began. In this beautiful foreign night, watching the dazzling fireworks and feeling the cool sea breeze, it was easy to lose oneself. Many couples nearby were already kissing passionately, oblivious to their surroundings, and Jing'er began to feel a strange sensation. At that moment, Xiao G pulled Jing'er close and kissed her deeply on her burning lips.
Jing'er struggled slightly, but the masculine scent intoxicated her, who hadn't been touched in a long time. While kissing Jing'er, Xiao G gently caressed the smooth skin of his wife's waist, and his lower body slowly began to react. Jing'er felt its firmness, and it seemed...quite large. "****..." Scenes I'd described with my wife during sex flashed through Jing'er's mind. She felt a little dazed, a surge of heat rising within her, slowly spreading throughout her body, down to her fingertips. Was it the alcohol? The fireworks finally ended, and Xiao G stopped his deep kiss, lowering his head to gently say to Jing'er, "I live alone, come sit with me for a while." Before Jing'er could answer, Xiao G took her hand... What a coincidence, Xiao G and Jing'er were in the same hotel, and their room was right next to Jing'er's.
Jing'er was a little stunned, and with the passion waning, she hesitated. Xiao G noticed her hesitation, opened the door, dragged Jing'er inside, pressed her against the wall, and began kissing her deeply again.
The rendezvous voucher I'd given her flashed through Jing'er's mind, and she melted into Xiao G's passionate kiss.
Little G's lips began to invade Jing'er's sensitive neck, while a hand slipped inside the hem of her tank top, pushing aside her bra and grasping her breast. Jing'er's heart tightened.

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