Arranged for my wife to work as a prostitute.

My
wife is 26 years old this year. She has a sweet face and a slender figure, especially her pair of long, fair, and shapely legs. Just looking at them from afar can arouse a man's desire. When we're shopping, men often stare at her thighs.
Having a beautiful wife that everyone wants to sleep with is such an exciting thing! Having such an enviable resource, wouldn't it be a waste not to make good use of it? So I secretly posted nude photos of my wife on forums and listened to everyone's comments on her body. I was incredibly excited. Many netizens added me on QQ and fantasized about my wife with me. Every time we chatted, I would get a hard-on.
I also downloaded a lot of 3P and group sex porn and novels to watch with her, and gradually let her know about my cuckoldry hobby. At first, she couldn't understand why a man would let his wife be played with by other men, and she even said I was a pervert.
One evening, I was chatting with a friend when my wife came out of the bathroom after showering. She was wearing a see-through nightgown, her full breasts and panties clearly visible, and her snow-white thighs peeking out from under the hem.
Watching her lying on the bed, engrossed in a book, was incredibly sexy. So I started a QQ video call, secretly pointing the camera at my wife, and told him I wanted to show him something exciting. The screen opened, showing my wife's thighs. Looking at the other person, I was shocked—he was gripping his penis, masturbating while looking at the computer screen.
I asked him if seeing my wife's thighs was exciting, and he begged me to lift her skirt so he could see more clearly, saying it would be even more exciting.
Seeing my friend's lustful gaze, seeing a strange man masturbating to my wife's half-naked body, was incredibly arousing.
I walked over to my wife, pretending to cool off, and lifted the hem of her nightgown, revealing her transparent panties. My hand first touched her thigh, then slowly moved down to her panties, stimulating her clitoris through the thin fabric.
Then, without further ado, I pulled her panties down and lowered the neckline of her nightgown, immediately exposing her white breasts. My wife's most alluring parts were now fully exposed to a strange man, waiting to be ejaculated into her. My penis was rock hard.
Under this double stimulation, I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled out my penis, aimed at my wife's bullseye, and thrust it all the way in. I thrust vigorously, and my wife moaned loudly.
Having sex with my wife in front of a strange man with a penis was incredibly pleasurable and stimulating; I ejaculated quickly. Watching the semen slowly flow from my wife's vagina, I quickly adjusted her buttocks to face the camera so that the chatterbox could clearly see her vulva and the semen flowing out.
While my wife went to the bathroom to clean up, I rushed over and asked him how it went, if it was exciting. He said it was indeed very exciting, looking at his wife's vagina and ejaculating all his semen onto her. Hearing this, I realized my penis was getting hard again.
After showering, my wife and I hugged each other on the bed. I stroked her thighs, and she played with my penis. I told her about exposing her earlier, and my wife blushed, complaining that I didn't respect her and gave her body away so easily. But her tone didn't sound like she was blaming me at all; her soft voice sounded more like she was teasing and encouraging me.
When I mentioned that the guy ejaculated onto my wife's body, I felt her playing with my penis faster. I put my hand inside her panties, and lo and behold, she was wet again. My penis was also hard, so I immediately started playing again. This time, I felt my wife was even more engaged, and there was more cum inside her. She clung tightly to my neck, writhing beneath me, responding to my thrusts, moaning incessantly—it felt so good!
From then on, I noticed my wife became much more open. Whenever I asked her to expose herself, she would comply, showing her most alluring parts to strange men.
I felt she definitely had the potential for cuckoldry, so I frequently took her to nightclubs and karaoke bars, intentionally letting her be assimilated by the ambiguous environment.
After my persistent and persistent influence, she gradually shed her inhibitions and opened up to enjoy the endless pleasures of sex.
Finally, after drinking one night, she reluctantly accepted a threesome. Once you take that first step, the rest is easy. In the past six months, I've arranged four or five threesomes, each time letting her fully express her wild side.
This time, I had to go to Beijing for a seminar, and I asked my wife for leave during dinner. My wife said, "I've got nothing to do these past few days anyway, so why don't I go with you? I've wanted to go several times before, but you always had something come up and couldn't go. This time it's a business trip, and I want to take this opportunity to have some fun."
I said, "Who goes to a conference with their wife behind them? People will laugh their heads off!" My wife said, "If we stay in separate rooms, we can pretend to be colleagues.
That should be fine, right?" I was speechless, but then I thought, conference attendees are usually assigned shared accommodations by the organizers. Isn't this a perfect opportunity for wife-crawling? Why not have her appear as a prostitute? That would be even more exciting!
So I readily agreed to take her, but on the condition that she only appear as a prostitute in Beijing. We can do whatever we want there, and this time it has to be even wilder.
I bought a soft sleeper ticket for an overnight journey. I think exposing my wife on the train is the best place; a little aperitif beforehand will further arouse her. In that cramped space, it was impossible not to be exposed, and since everyone was a complete stranger, we went our separate ways after getting off the train, avoiding any entanglement.
We ate dinner early and took turns showering. Watching my wife emerge from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her snow-white thighs swaying in front of me, I was incredibly sexy, almost wanting to take her right there and then. But then I remembered we had to catch the train, and I gave up the idea.
A little while later, my wife came out of the room, immediately wafting a captivating, intoxicating perfume scent. My wife's outfit today was both innocent and sexy, sexy yet refreshingly pure, innocent yet alluringly seductive. She wore a short, floral silk skirt, a white low-cut T-shirt, and no bra underneath, revealing her alluring cleavage—truly irresistible.
At 9 pm sharp, we boarded the train. My wife was in the lower berth, and I was in the upper berth, opposite two young men. From the moment they saw my wife, their eyes never left her.
My wife was reclining on the blankets at the head of the bed, reading a book. I gave her a wink, and she deliberately lifted the innermost part of her skirt, causing it to slip down to her upper thighs, revealing her snow-white thighs and pink lace panties. Under the light, I could vaguely see a tuft of dark pubic hair inside the panties.
Not wanting to be a third wheel, I stood in the hallway outside the room, looking out the train window, spying on their every move through the reflection in the glass.
I saw the young man in the lower bunk opposite her sitting on the edge of his bed, leaning forward and pretending to read a book, his head practically touching my wife's body. His eyes were fixed on her genitals.
The young man in the upper bunk was lying on the opposite side, his head resting on the edge of the bed, spying on the view under her skirt from above.
Some passengers walking in the corridor noticed the erotic scene, and several deliberately slowed down as they passed the room door, their eyes fixed on my wife's crotch. Some even stood at the doorway for a while before leaving. Seeing my wife's most intimate part, so intimately exposed to a group of strange men, made my penis throb with erection.
After they had their fill of looking, I went into the room. When no one was looking, I slipped my hand under my wife's skirt; her panties were already wet. A surge of excitement welled up inside me; my penis was painfully hard in my pants. I thought how thrilling it would be to have sex with my wife on the train.
Soon, fewer people were moving around in the carriage. I noticed the area next to the toilet, connecting the two carriages. That spot was usually deserted, and the doors on both sides were recessed, so no one could see me from there.
I gestured to my wife, and went to the doorway first. Sure enough, it was very secluded; even if someone passed by, their footsteps would be heard from a distance, allowing me to take precautions.
Just then, my wife arrived. I pulled her close, embraced her, and began passionately kissing her. One hand kneaded her breasts, while the other, through her panties, caressed her vulva. Soon, she was panting heavily, leaning weakly against me.
I pulled her breasts out of her T-shirt collar and put her nipple in my mouth. My wife began to moan involuntarily. My hands didn't stop, continuing to caress her thighs.
Then, I pulled down her panties, lifted one of her legs, pulled out my throbbing penis, aimed it at her vulva, and slowly inserted it. My wife's arms were wrapped around my neck, her breath coming in ragged gasps as I thrust into her forcefully.
Making love in this environment was incredibly exciting; I was afraid of being seen, yet I had to thrust so hard, it felt like a secret affair. Since we were in a public place, I didn't dare linger and finished as quickly as possible.
As soon as my penis withdrew, a stream of semen flowed from my wife's vagina down her thighs, glistening under the light. Looking at her semen-covered thighs, it was incredibly lewd.
My wife's underwear was too loose to wear, so she had to go to the bathroom to wash herself, going completely naked. The bathroom door lock was broken and couldn't be locked, so she had to make do.
Without a towel, my wife used her underwear as a towel to clean herself. She pulled her skirt up to her chest, exposing her entire lower body, and then used the underwear to wipe herself. While admiring my wife's alluring body, I was also worried that someone might open the door at any moment; I could almost hear my own heart pounding.
After we finished washing up, my wife didn't have any clean underwear, so she went back to the room with me without any underwear on her lower body to change. As soon as I got into bed, I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, it was already dawn. I got up to use the restroom, and when I returned to the private room, the two young men opposite me were snoring loudly. Seeing my wife sleeping soundly, her sexy thighs attracted me, and I couldn't resist pulling up her skirt to expose more of her thighs.
This immediately revealed my wife's pubic hair. Strange, why wasn't my wife wearing underwear? I think I saw her wearing underwear yesterday. But when I got closer to my wife, I smelled semen on her.
I thought it might be my imagination, because my wife had washed away the semen I ejaculated yesterday, but I still found the source of the smell by my sense of smell. It was on her skirt, and when I touched it, it was damp. When I got closer, the strong smell of semen hit my nose. My wife was also awakened by my actions. She opened her eyes nervously and ashamedly, looking at me, hesitant to speak.
In the carriage, where people were occasionally talking, she led me to the connecting area between the carriages—the place where we had made love the night before. My wife, her face flushed, leaned into my arms and recounted what had happened the previous night.
The sound of the train wheels scraping against the rails had kept her awake all night, leaving her in a drowsy, half-awake state.
She felt a hand lightly touching her thigh. Suddenly, she realized it wasn't a hallucination, but a real hand caressing her. The carriage was dark, and she initially thought I was joking, so she pretended to be asleep, letting the hand roam over her thigh.
Seeing that she didn't object, the hand became even more brazen, moving from her thigh to her groin, then beginning to caress her clitoris through her underwear. The other hand slowly moved towards her soft, white breasts.
At this point, my wife realized it wasn't my hand; my hands weren't that rough. She slightly opened her eyes and saw that it was the young man in the lower bunk opposite her. But the rough touch of his hands felt even more pleasurable. At this moment, the wife's mind became hazy, as if the only person in the world was the man opposite her. She felt a surge of energy coursing through her body, slowly engulfing her, while her lower body felt like it was crawling with tiny insects, both itchy and pleasurable.
As his hands continued to caress her breasts, her desire rose again, and she seemed unable to hold back her heavy breathing and moans. Perhaps the man heard the soft moans, which seemed like a clarion call, emboldening him to tease and caress her breasts even more recklessly.
His technique was professional; the wife quickly lost control. Her lower body began to itch, and her unruly juices began to flow from her deep cavern, gradually soaking her thin panties. At this moment, the wife
's mind was dizzy; she only wanted to enjoy more stimulation and completely disregarded everything else. As if trying to understand her thoughts, his hand left her breasts and gently lifted her skirt, revealing her panties. Then he gently pulled down his wife's panties. In the dim light streaming in from the window, her private parts, hidden deep within the forest of hair, were completely exposed to the strange man.
His wife's breathing quickened with excitement, her heart pounding; she didn't know what to do. The man's hands continued their magic over her body. With each stroke, she felt her entire body swell with blood, desperately needing release.
Then his hand slowly moved towards her private area. His wife's breathing became uncontrollable; tension and excitement made her heart pound even harder. It seemed his middle finger lightly touched her clitoris and labia; the young man had discovered that moist area. So much fluid—perhaps his wife had never been so wet before.
Perhaps feeling so much fluid, the man became excited too. He climbed onto his wife's bed, lifted and spread her legs, and brought his mouth close. His rapid, hot breath from his nostrils directly assaulted her private parts, causing her to let out a soft moan.
The wife couldn't control herself any longer; her lower body was overflowing with desire, and she felt an intense, tingling itch inside.
Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer and spread her legs wider. She thought she heard him undressing. What should she do? What if he came in? She wondered. But it was so uncomfortable if he didn't come in; it would be dangerous if he did. Did he have any diseases? What if she got pregnant?
While she was struggling with this dilemma, she felt a penetration. A thick, large penis had entered her. He grabbed her ankles, lifted her legs, and placed them on his shoulders. Then he began to thrust violently. The wife was incredibly aroused, actively cooperating with his movements.
Her body trembled; she quickly reached orgasm. He continued to thrust, each time feeling his glans touch her cervix—a tingling, pleasurable sensation.
Finally, he thrust in and out with a final, powerful stroke, his penis pressing firmly against her vulva. She felt streams of semen continuously shooting into her body.
After his penis slowly softened, he withdrew from his wife's body. His wife wanted to quickly go out and clean up his semen, but before she could react, another penis was inserted into her vagina, which was covered in semen. Good heavens, there was more than one man!
After her orgasm, his wife was completely exhausted and lay limply on the bed, letting them do as they pleased. The two of them took turns, fucking her for over two hours before finally going back to their own bed, satisfied.
When the train arrived at Beijing Station, we took a taxi to the hotel arranged for the conference. I had my wife leave her luggage at the hotel reception and then sit on the sofa to wait for my call, taking a moment to go to the bathroom to get ready.
I went to the conference registration desk to register and get my room key. Just as I expected, those attending the conference alone were sharing a room.
Because the morning was just for registration and the official meeting wouldn't start until the afternoon, I went upstairs and opened the door
to my room. My roommate was already inside, a man in his thirties, fairly good-looking, and clean-cut. I figured my wife wouldn't dislike him. I thought to myself, "You're really lucky this time. You have such a beautiful woman to sleep with for free tonight. I hope she doesn't disappoint me." So I started chatting with him. His name was Liu Yong. Apparently, three people from his company had come; the other two shared a room, so he had to share with me. We quickly became acquainted.
I deliberately brought up some erotic topics, and it turned out he was also a pervert. Because he traveled frequently for work, he would always seek out prostitutes wherever he went.
I told him that every time I came to Beijing on business, I would find a respectable woman, exceptionally beautiful, especially her figure—she could be a model. She didn't usually solicit clients, only acquaintances, so it was safe and hygienic.
He listened with great interest. When I mentioned how beautiful and sexy my wife was, he immediately became interested and said, "Call her over quickly, let me see such a gem of a woman."
So, in front of him, I took out my phone and dialed my wife's number: "Xiaoqian (her name when we play games), I've arrived in Beijing. I'll be staying here for five days. I'm at the XXX Hotel. Hurry up and come over."
My wife understood my code and arranged to come over in an hour. I was overjoyed. Just thinking about my wife entering our room disguised as a prostitute made my penis start to arouse. An
hour later, the doorbell rang on time. I quickly opened the door, and I was stunned, as was he.
My wife's outfit today was both innocent and sexy, sexy yet refreshingly pure, innocent yet alluring. She wore a blue halter dress, her shoulders completely exposed, the blue fabric highlighting her snow-white shoulders. The temptation was irresistible.
I let my wife in, and a fragrant scent wafted towards me. She wore light pink lipstick and black eyeshadow; clearly, she had prepared carefully for the occasion.
He stared at her, his eyes glazed over. I whispered in his ear, "What's she like? Want to sleep with her? If you do, I'll put in a good word for you." He didn't know how to answer, only nodding repeatedly.
After sitting down and briefly introducing ourselves, I said to my wife, "Xiaoqian, how about we both work together today? You decide the price." My wife said, "I only do part-time work, and I've never done it with two men at the same time. You usually charge 1000 yuan per session, but since you've been good to me, let's make it 1500 yuan for two people."
I said, "Okay, let's get started." I casually touched my wife's waist, pulled her into my arms, and slipped my hand inside her neckline to caress her.
Liu Yong, impatient, started to take off my wife's skirt. My wife said, "I'll take it off myself; otherwise, my clothes will get too wrinkled, and my husband will find out when we get home."
The three of us stripped naked at the same time. I let them go to the bathroom first, and my wife focused on washing his penis. He also helped my wife thoroughly clean her genitals.
After they came out, my wife lay naked on the bed. Liu Yong started touching her thighs, playing with her labia, saying that my wife's labia were very beautiful, and began to suck and lick her genitals.
At this time, I also finished washing and came out, joining their battle. I hugged my wife from behind, touching her breasts, my penis hard against her buttocks, and sat on the edge of the bed. Liu Yong squatted in front of my wife, spread her legs, and licked her clitoris with his tongue, making my wife moan incessantly, her genitals unbearably itchy.
My wife told Liu Yong to hurry up, otherwise she couldn't take it anymore, but Liu Yong was in no hurry, and I couldn't stand watching either. We asked my wife to give us oral sex. My wife pretended to disagree at first, but after we begged her, she finally agreed to give us oral sex. The
two of us lay side by side, our penises erect, and my wife lay on top of us, taking turns sucking and stroking the two erect penises in front of her.
After licking for a while, Liu Yong couldn't resist any longer and started to penetrate his wife. His wife took out a condom from her bag, and after she put it on Liu Yong, she lay on the bed with her legs spread in a large M shape. I was beside her, using my fingers to tease her clitoris, one hand parting her labia, the other grabbing Liu Yong's penis and inserting it into her vagina.
This was also the first time I had ever grabbed someone else's penis and inserted it into my wife's vagina.
My wife immediately felt a surge of pleasure and let out a loud cry. I kissed my wife, smiled at her, and sat down to watch her and Liu Yong play. Liu Yong's penis was indeed thick and hard, and it felt great on my wife; her cries grew louder. Her vagina tightly gripped Liu Yong's penis, and he ejaculated quickly.
After Liu Yong pulled out, I went over, put on a condom, and then Liu Yong went to wash up. I played with my wife, having her on top while I lay below, touching her breasts as I penetrated her; it felt really good.
I also finished quickly, and we both went to wash up. Liu Yong was lying naked on the sofa in the living room. After washing up, we also came to the living room naked.
Liu Yong quickly got up and hugged his naked wife. His wife even made me and Liu Yong compare our penises while standing, and it turned out that Liu Yong's was slightly longer. Liu Yong and I sat side by side, and his wife lay on our laps. His wife displayed her genitals in front of Liu Yong, letting me touch her breasts.
Liu Yong asked his wife what she did for a living, and she told him that she was the secretary to the general manager of a private company, and that her husband was a civil servant. Liu Yong asked his wife why she did this kind of work, and she said there were two reasons: first, they were short of money to buy a house, as housing prices in Beijing were too high, so she could only do part-time work to earn some extra money, and it was indeed a quick way to make money; second, her husband didn't know much about romance, and she didn't want to waste her body.
After we touched her for a while, his wife became aroused and breathless, and our penises got hard again, so we started playing around on the sofa.
My wife wanted us to use condoms, but I said, "No need, we're both healthy, we've always done it without condoms." This was our agreement; I begged her to go without one, and she agreed.
She smiled and said, "Okay, for the sake of your two big dicks, I'll let you have more fun without condoms."
So it started. The three of us went around, standing, lying down, sitting, licking and biting—we tried every position we could think of. My wife was sweating profusely, both incredibly satisfied and exhausted.
Finally, we both ejaculated inside her vagina. She stood up, and the semen flowed out. I quickly caught it with my hand and smeared the mixed semen on her breasts and thighs. I hugged her and asked if she enjoyed it. She whispered in my ear, "Being a prostitute is really exciting."
After cleaning up, it was almost midnight. My wife said she had to go; she had taken leave from work and needed to go back. Liu Yong offered her money, but I said no, we should pay each other.
I told Liu Yong that I absolutely had to pay this time, and next time I came to his place, he should find me a decent woman like her to enjoy. My
wife took the money and was about to leave when I told her, "Why don't you take a few days off and move in with us? We'll double the tip." My wife thought for a moment and said, "Okay, my husband's away on a business trip these days, so I'll take a few days off from work. It'll be convenient for everyone. I'll go back and pack a change of clothes and come over."
That afternoon, my wife brought her luggage to our room. The arrangement was seamless; no one would suspect she was my wife.
Liu Yong treated us to dinner, and two of his colleagues also attended. Of course, my wife teased them a bit. When she poured them drinks, she deliberately bent over, revealing her two white, tender breasts, making them stare wide-eyed. While my wife was in the bathroom, I vividly described to them how Liu Yong and I had sex with my wife. His two colleagues almost drooled as they listened.
They pulled me aside and asked me to talk to my wife so that she could try some too. Of course, I agreed on my wife's behalf.
My wife took turns staying in the two rooms each day. While she was in the next room with Liu Yong's colleague, we would rest and recharge so we'd be ready for the next day.
We weren't really interested in the content of the seminar; all we cared about was how to make things more exciting with our wives. Sometimes, during breaks, someone would sneak back to the room to have sex with their wife.
When we got home, my wife hugged me and said, "Honey, thank you for the arrangements." I replied, "I enjoyed it too. Thank you for cooperating so much."

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