Being a gigolo is also a skill.

People often say "a talented man and a beautiful woman," where "talent" usually refers to ability and knowledge. But in today's lust-driven society, sometimes a man's "talent" is only reflected in his "mouth" and his manhood. As long as he's smooth-talking and naturally gifted, he can not only win over rich girls, becoming their seductress and a master of infidelity, living a life of extravagance and debauchery...

Before the 1997 handover, my wife and I applied to immigrate to Canada because we knew many people there. If that didn't work out, we would choose Australia.

Immigrating abroad without knowing English is like being mute.

My wife came from a college, so her English wasn't a problem, but mine was terrible. To improve my English, I had to go to an English-focused cram school for intensive study.

My wife jokingly said to me, "You're going to English school for extra lessons, I hope you don't use that as an excuse to pick up girls. If I find out, I won't forgive you." I replied, "You were so jealous when we were newlyweds, I can't believe you're still like this now, I give up!" She said, "You're handsome, tall, and strong, I don't trust you anywhere there are women!" Actually, her concern was valid, because in her eyes, I wasn't a faithful husband.

In the second year of our marriage, I secretly had an affair with a new actress at the TV station, living with her without her knowledge. Six months later, she found out.

She told me, "I can forgive you for one act of infidelity, but if it happens a second time, you'll be fired immediately as director and general manager. I hope you'll think twice!" I know her personality; her warning was definitely not a joke.

In fact, my success today is entirely due to the saying "a husband's status rises with his wife's." Her father made his fortune in real estate and construction, and I was working as a junior employee in his company. Unexpectedly, two years later, I ended up with her.

Since she was an only child, her father used this connection to groom me after we got married. Within just one year, I rose from supervisor, assistant manager, manager, to general manager.

At the end of last year, seeing that he was getting on in years, her father brought me into the board of directors, making me a director and general manager of the company.

Although I don't really believe in fate, the reality is undeniable.

There are many English-medium schools in Hong Kong, and the one I attended had top-notch teachers.

I was the oldest in my class, but I got along well with the other students, both male and female. This was mainly because I was quite outgoing. After school, we would go to karaoke bars and nightclubs in groups, and I always paid. When they learned I was a director and general manager of the company, they became even more friendly. Some of the female students even took the initiative to get closer to me, making me feel like a "prince."

On the night of Hong Kong's formal return to Chinese sovereignty, I attended a classmate's birthday dance party. Many of the female classmates were there, all young women in their twenties, and they all vied to dance with me, actively "professing their love."

One of them, Sarah, was someone I had a particular fondness for. She worked in the public relations department of a hotel, had a very outgoing personality, and was quite bold. In class, she dressed very provocatively, often wearing low-cut t-shirts with short skirts, which aroused my imagination.

Because she was beautiful and had a hot figure, I was particularly attracted to her. We went to see a movie together twice, and each time she took the initiative to throw herself into my arms, as passionate as a "fireball."

As the dance party was about to end, she suddenly snuggled up to me, and in the dim light, I realized she was going braless. Her breasts were firm like "bamboo shoots," not very large, the kind that could be easily grasped.

She was always aware that her private parts were exposed, but she showed no embarrassment whatsoever. I reached inside and touched her for a while, then she brought her cherry-like lips close to my ear and said, "Shall we do something fun?" I was immediately flattered and couldn't believe that she was actually taking the initiative to tease me.

In the end, I silently nodded to her, and we quietly slipped out, hailed a taxi at the door, and headed straight for the villa.

After entering the house, she seemed very familiar with the villa's environment. When she took off her gossamer-thin dress, I was stunned by her "bamboo shoot breasts." Her areolas were pink, and the two nipples were prominent. I couldn't help but reach out and touch them a few times.

She smiled and said, "What's wrong! Do you like them?"

I nodded and said, "They're so cute, not too big or too small, like two small pyramids." Then I moved my gaze down and saw that her underwear was even smaller than a triangular napkin, but the material was definitely high-end.

Her "forest" seemed unwilling to be confined to that small piece of silk fabric, especially the upper part, which was practically "furious," fully exposed.

Seeing how engrossed I was in looking at her, she immediately and carefully took off her panties, and the "inverted triangle" "black forest" was now fully revealed before my eyes. Although it was thick, it was not disordered at all. I suspected that this "black forest" had been frequently hand-groomed, otherwise it would never be so neat.

However, I didn't have time to examine this point, because the "thing" between my legs had now become a "fierce warrior." So I took off my jeans, letting the "thing" be displayed in front of her. To my surprise, she was not afraid of this seven and a half-inch-long penis at all, and even gave me a seductive smile that seemed to want to devour it.

In a flash, our lips were touching, and my hands roamed over her body. Her skin was smoother than my wife's, and although the "black forest" was thick, it was not rough to the touch, but felt as soft as silk.

Just then, she withdrew her tongue from her mouth and said, "What do you want to do with me?" What a ridiculous question! I told her, "If my stomach could hold it all, I'd like to eat you." She laughed and said, "Come on, I'll let you eat me." As she spoke, she lowered herself, half-kneeling, half-squatting on the ground, and began to savor my penis, bit by bit. Her "swallowing and spitting technique" amazed me; her cherry-like mouth now resembled the mouth of a living carp, sending my soul soaring to the heavens.

We both seemed to be born with lust; we even abandoned the waterbed and lay on the ground, making love.

Although I later learned she wasn't a virgin, the tightness of her "jade gate," the overlapping sensations, made me feel like I was in "paradise."

The most amazing thing was that when I first penetrated her, she gritted her teeth and made "uh...ah" sounds. It was insane! If I were a novice, I definitely wouldn't have been able to withstand her lewd moans.

We started with the missionary position, and the relatively flat and hard floor allowed me to penetrate her deepest point with each thrust. I could feel my penis reaching her cervix, and her "uh-oh" sounds were incessant, her hips heaving.

After about five or six minutes, she suddenly flipped over and quickly straddled me, performing a "sitting on my lap and swallowing my penis" move, gripping and sucking it tightly.

She swayed constantly, as if trying to shake it off, yet also as if wanting it to go in even deeper. She tried her best to match its rhythm. This kind of technique is something my wife doesn't understand; it really shows the difference between a skilled and unskilled person!

Just as I was about to erupt like a torrent, she suddenly leaped up, clamping her legs around my waist, and gently pushed my upper body down. Using her arms, she bent her body backward, so carefully that our upper bodies lay on the carpet in a rectangular position, but my "thing" remained tightly inserted inside her.

At that moment, everything seemed to freeze, but my "thing" was still erect, and the urge to explode had temporarily subsided. I don't know if she knew how to use internal energy, but I could feel that my "thing" was being sucked and drawn in by a magical force, a feeling I had never experienced before.

We appeared to be still, but in reality, our two secret weapons were still operating, only invisible to the naked eye.

After a long while, about five or six minutes, she suddenly did a somersault. Her movements were quick; she flipped over and straddled me, her legs spread wide as she knelt on my waist. Then, she executed a "sitting horse swallowing the stick" move, and my "thing" was instantly squeezed all the way into her "jade cave." My "little brother," playful and mischievous, peeked out.

Her plump buttocks were now rising and falling rhythmically, giving me an indescribable ecstasy.

We entwined like this for over ten minutes, then she paused again, letting my "little brother" catch his breath. She subtly leaned forward, her firm "bamboo shoot" nipples hanging on my lips. She whispered, "Didn't you want to bite them? Now you can, they're right here!" Her urging was like a command, and in that situation, I had no choice but to obey. I opened my mouth, gently licked them with my tongue, and then took them into my mouth. When they tightened, I subconsciously bit them lightly.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she intermittently let out a moan that sent my soul soaring. I felt no fatigue whatsoever; perhaps it was the surging excitement that sustained me. This pleasurable satisfaction was indescribable.

Just then, she suddenly pulled her upper body closer, pressing her entire body against mine. I could feel that her whole body was burning hot, and her body temperature seemed to be rising. Her arms were covered in goosebumps. Based on my experience, although she had tried sexual intercourse before, her physiological desire for sex had not diminished.

I couldn't help but bite her nipple hard, then pulled it forcefully. She screamed, "Ouch! You're asking for trouble! Do you want to bite my nipple off?" She then leaned back, sat up, and rubbed her nipple, saying, "Are you a sadist?" I smiled and said, "I was just too passionate. I only acted this way when things got intense. I hope you don't mind." She chuckled, giving me a seductive glance, then swept her messy, slightly wild hair back with both hands and smiled at me, saying, "Let's continue!" I nodded and said, "Okay!" She immediately started moving her lower body. This time, she seemed determined not to let me go. She went up and down thirty or forty times in a row, and finally, my "little brother" couldn't keep up and ejaculated.

Before I could even savor the pleasure of my recent ejaculation, she lowered herself down. This time, instead of kissing me or asking me to lick her nipples, she buried her head between my legs and, almost forcefully, took my penis into her mouth. Sometimes she remained still, breathing heavily through her nose, and other times she circled the head of my penis with her delicate tongue.

My penis had softened after the intense battle, but after her oral skills, it became erect again in less than fifteen minutes.

It was only then that I realized she had a soft spot for my "little brother" and understood its personality perfectly, like a personality psychologist who knew its every move. I couldn't help but ask her, "Sarah, aren't you satisfied yet?" She nodded and said, "One-shot isn't my style..."

I exclaimed in surprise, "So you have such a big appetite! I really misjudged you!" She gave me a quick, albeit glaring, glance but didn't say anything, continuing her oral skills to keep my "thing" erect.

My hands, not to be outdone, roamed around her "jade cave," not as a show of force, but as a gesture of affection.

After a while, I couldn't resist leaning down to kiss and lick it, treating it like red lips, and forcefully sucking it into my mouth.

She finally couldn't bear my "tongue skills" any longer and cried out repeatedly, her whole body trembling. She pushed her ample buttocks back as far as possible, while her hands gripped her breasts tightly, squeezing and kneading them as if trying to tear them off.

Seeing her like this, I picked her up from the ground and carried her to the waterbed.

We entwined on the waterbed, turning and twisting

, for more than ten minutes before collapsing onto it, using the waterbed's movement to conserve our energy. Then we returned to the missionary position.

After a long round of thrusting, I couldn't hold on any longer. Suddenly, I shuddered, knowing something was wrong, and finally ejaculated.

A wave of pleasure washed over me, giving me immense satisfaction.

After this rendezvous, Sarah and I agreed to meet twice a week at the motel, on Tuesdays and Fridays.

Sarah asked me why I couldn't have her all week long? I had no choice but to confess to her: "I have a wife. My wife is very fierce, and she's extremely jealous." "Are you afraid of her?" she questioned me.

I had to be honest with her: "She's my breadwinner, and her father is the chairman of the company. If she finds out I'm having an affair, if she finds out I'm with you, I'll lose my position as director and general manager. She'll fire me and divorce me." Sarah was finally understanding; she didn't pressure me anymore and continued our affair naturally.

But every time, I was on tenterhooks, terrified of being discovered by my wife.

Last Friday, after my second encounter with Sarah, I was exhausted. Sarah laughed and asked, "What's wrong? Are you tired?" I nodded and replied, "Yes, we were evenly matched this time." Sarah smiled and told me that next Tuesday she would bring a close female friend to play a double game with me, urging me to conserve my energy and not disappoint her.

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