[My Wife's First Experience as a Prostitute] (Prequel)

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

This client, Mr. Wang, has always been a major source of business for our company. He's around forty years old, slightly

overweight, and his most notable characteristic is his womanizing ways. He likes to take a group of people to karaoke bars for pleasure whenever he

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

So I booked a private room at a club and then called my wife to say I was out: "Hey,

honey, I have a business dinner tonight, I won't be home for dinner."

"Is it Mr. Wang again? Are you going to XX club again?" Since my wife and I are usually

very open with each other , even with these kinds of engagements, I'm always honest with her, so she already guessed where we were going.

"Yeah, what can I do? It's an important client for our company, we can't afford to offend them!"

"Okay, but honey, I have a small request..." My wife, who usually agrees without hesitation

, suddenly came up with a strange idea today: "Can I come too?"

"How can that be! You know those places aren't suitable for girls, don't you trust me?"

Was my wife jealous?

"No, it's not that. I don't care if you go there normally, I know you're just playing around. It's just that I've never been to a place like that

before , so I'm curious and want to see it for myself."

"That's not very convenient, is it? I can't exactly drag you in and tell the madam I brought

my own 'lady' today, can I?"

"That's true, but honey, please think of a way, I really want to see it for myself..."

"Okay, wait a minute, let me think of something." I hung up the phone after saying that.

I don't know why my wife would have such a strange idea, it's really putting me in a difficult position. My wife is usually

very supportive of my work, and she never questions me when I go to those kinds of places. It seems

a bit , but agreeing would be awkward.

After much thought, I finally came up with a brilliant idea—why not have my wife pretend to be a prostitute and sneak in?

After all, Mr. Wang has never met my wife before, and at 27 years old, 170cm tall, with a 75D

bust and an 80-90 out of 100 in looks (according to those who have seen her), she can't possibly be inferior to those hostesses

. When it's my turn to choose a prostitute, I can just choose my wife, and that way she can come too, and the situation

won't be too awkward.

So I immediately called a madam I knew well at the club: "Linda, hello!"

"Oh, it's you. It's been a while. Are you here again? Need me to arrange some girls for you?"

"No, this time I have a girl I'd like you to arrange for me." I said, "You know,

my clients here are usually very demanding. I specifically found a girl who fits his taste, so I hope you

can help me get her in."

"Isn't that a bit inconvenient?" Linda said with a slightly displeased tone.

"Since I'm a regular here, can you be lenient? I'll still

pay for the hostess's fee, and even double it, how about it?" Damn, I'm making my wife work as a hostess, and not only will

she not make any money, but I'll have to pay for it myself. I was thinking to myself as I spoke...

"Well... I'll agree since you're a regular customer!"

After discussing the specifics with Linda, I called my wife again:

"Honey, you can go over there, but you'll have to work as a hostess for a bit..." I

told her about my plan and how to meet the madam, then quickly tidied myself up

and rushed to the restaurant where I had arranged to meet Mr. Wang.

When I arrived at the restaurant, Mr. Wang was already there, accompanied by three men who seemed to be his friends. After

a few , we started ordering. I won't go into the details of the meal, but during the time at the restaurant, I was thinking most about

what my wife would look like and whether she could handle the situation.

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

the private room , I rushed to find Linda.

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

.

"Oh! You look so anxious. Don't worry, everything's arranged. Where did you find this girl

? She's quite pretty. Why don't you tell her to switch to our place? I'm sure she'll become our

top girl..." Linda went on and on, but I was actually quite nervous.

After seeing off the madam, I returned to the private room. Soon after, the girls entered, but I didn't see my wife

until Linda finally appeared, arm in arm with her.

Only then did I see my wife. She was wearing a purple dress and high heels.

I had bought this dress last year, but had never worn it out because its most striking feature was one word

—revealing. Not only was her upper body almost bursting out, but her skirt was so short it barely

covered her buttocks, and her thighs were practically visible at the top. Today, she was also wearing black patterned

stockings and 10-centimeter high heels. Surprisingly, her usual OL-like

demeanor was completely transformed into that of a typical prostitute.

Just as I was inwardly marveling at my wife's transformation, the madam led her to

Mr. Wang. "Mr. Wang, this is our newest lady…look, she's got a great figure and looks,

would you like to give her a try?" Linda said.

Hearing this, I inwardly groaned. I remembered telling Linda that this lady was specifically

assigned to my client, and Linda knew Mr. Wang. She must have assumed this lady was meant to entertain

Mr. Wang, and so she immediately started promoting my wife to him.

My plan had completely fallen through. I had originally intended to choose my wife myself, but now I could only hope that

Mr. Wang wouldn't be interested in her and would choose another woman instead. I silently chanted in my mind, "Don't choose, don't choose,

don't choose..."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang pulled my wife into his arms and said, "She's really good. Today I'm going to

have this beauty..." As he spoke, he began to grope her.

"Oh dear! Mr. Wang, please don't do this, let's sit down and talk slowly..." My wife said, trying

to break free, but how could she escape Mr. Wang's grasp! All the girls in the club knew that Mr. Wang was a

notorious lecher. Unlike ordinary customers who would sing and flirt, he was directly "violated";

moreover, he was powerful and wealthy in the area, and every girl he chose had been "used" by him.

Unfortunately, I couldn't say anything at the time, and in a daze, I randomly picked a girl and started thinking about my next

move . You know, once Mr. Wang chose someone, "going out" was inevitable. Sigh! It seems we're really going to lose

both our wife and our money this time...

While everyone was singing and drinking, I secretly sent my wife a message, telling her

to take it easy and not to get angry if Mr. Wang really did anything. If things got tense, not only would our company lose

a major client, but he might also do something to my wife.

My wife, on the other hand, was much calmer than me. She joked with Mr. Wang while simultaneously pouring him

drinks , managing to keep up.

However, when it came to playing dice, my wife started to get nervous. Although I had taught

her a little about it before, she had never actually played it. How could she possibly be a match for a seasoned veteran like Mr. Wang?

In just a few rounds, my wife had already been downed five or six glasses of red wine.

Due to the alcohol, her face began to flush slightly, and her eyes became somewhat glazed. In this

state , Mr. Wang completely controlled the situation. He didn't forget to take advantage of her while playing, initially

using her losing the dice as an excuse to make advances, but gradually becoming bolder and bolder. I don't know

when , but my wife's invisible bra had been removed from under her clothes, and naturally,

Mr. Wang's hand was already roaming between her legs...

Suddenly, I heard Mr. Wang say, "Look everyone, this woman is really horny, her juices are even flowing out

..." I saw Mr. Wang wave his hand, and you could see that his hand was already covered in a layer of sticky water.

At this time, his friends started to chime in: "There really is water!" "Wow, so much water

! Look at her stockings..." One of them said while spreading my wife's legs: "Her stockings are already covered

in her juices."

And another of Mr. Wang's friends took the opportunity to reach into my wife's clothes and start touching her: "

Her breasts are so big! And so soft, they feel so good... Her nipples are starting to harden..."

They were getting more and more excited, while I could only smile bitterly as I watched my wife being touched and held by several

men in turn, feeling a sour feeling in my heart... But strangely enough, my little brother also

involuntarily got an erection. I understood; at this point, even I was starting to immerse myself in this decadent

atmosphere. Watching my wife being played with by these men actually excited me. I even started to

wonder what it would be like if Mr. Wang took my wife out for a "call girl" later...

Soon it was almost midnight, and my wife seemed to have gotten used to her "Sister K" persona, becoming more and more

adept , using all sorts of seductive poses and ambiguous words to tease every man present.

Then, one climax after another came. After my wife lost a round of dice, Mr. Wang

whispered a few words in her ear. I only vaguely heard my wife say, "Ugh...no...it's so embarrassing

..." As she spoke, she ran to another man, unzipped his pants, and reached

inside to start groping.

Mr. Wang didn't forget to take advantage of the situation—while my wife was focused on touching this man's penis, he quietly

ran behind her, lifted her skirt, and pulled her stockings and panties down to her knees, inserting his fingers

into my wife's vagina and starting to thrust. Under this double assault, my wife completely lost herself.

As more and more of the precum dripped from Mr. Wang's fingers, my wife became increasingly wanton, even

pulling out the other man's penis.

"Go lick it!" At Mr. Wang's command, my wife obediently began performing

oral sex . Fortunately, the club's rules prohibited sex in the room, otherwise I estimate my wife

would already be being gang-raped by several men.

Even so, the scene was incredibly high-energy. My wife not only had the man's

penis her mouth but also licked his glans with her tongue, even occasionally sucking on his testicles. With my wife's

skillful oral techniques, the man's lower body began to convulse after a few thrusts, and I believe a thick stream of semen shot

into my wife's mouth.

But it didn't end there. Just as my wife was about to spit out the semen in her mouth, Mr. Wang actually

stopped her, handed her a glass of red wine, and gestured for her to drink it now. I think most prostitutes

would , but my wife seemed to be an exception this time. She actually happily picked up the wine glass

and drank it down along with the semen in her mouth.

As the climax approached, as usual, Mr. Wang should have taken the prostitute out. Just as I was lost in thought,

Mr. Wang ran over to me and said, "Mika, why are you so absent-minded today?"

"N-no...no!" Oh no, Mr. Wang noticed my embarrassed expression.

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

wife .

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

her?

"How about this, you and I will take this prostitute out together today, and we'll fuck this bitch to death together,

how about that ?"

"This...isn't that a bit much?" I said, but secretly I was relieved. Although I knew my wife would

eventually go out, at least I would be there.

"Don't be so polite, come with me!"

I said, feigning politeness, and then followed Mr. Wang and my wife out of the hotel.

Once there, Mr. Wang went to take a shower first. While he was showering, I started talking to my wife: "Honey,

how were you feeling today?"

"I was ecstatic! I never knew being a prostitute was so enjoyable! Honey, I want to be a prostitute again!" My

wife had actually developed a liking for the profession.

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

" Fuck

me then! Today I'm a prostitute, and I'll serve my customers well. Don't be jealous

!"

"Okay, just wait and see how I deal with you later!"

"Both of you at once! Today you're both my customers, so please fuck me as much as you want!"

My wife looked at me with a lewd gaze.

"Look at your lewd look, I'm going to take a picture of it, so you won't deny it later!"

I said, taking out my point-and-shoot camera and taking a picture of my wife.

"Honey, I'm so lewd, you won't leave me, will you?"

"Of course not, the more lewd you are, the more I want you!" I said, "I not only want you, but I also want you

to be a prostitute in the future. Judging from your performance today, you're a born prostitute. If you don't do it, it's a waste of your talent

!"

My wife was amused by what I said, and we chatted casually like this...

"What are you two talking about?" At this moment, Mr. Wang came out of the bathroom.

Seeing Mr. Wang come out, I wisely went to the bathroom to shower, leaving my wife for Mr. Wang to enjoy alone

.

Inside the bathroom, I could hear the sound of running water, but I had no idea what they were doing outside. However, I

could vaguely hear my wife moaning. I didn't bother showering at all, just quickly rinsed off and

rushed out.

When I came out, my wife was already naked, pinned down by Mr. Wang, her legs raised

high on his shoulders, his penis already thrusting in and out of her vagina. This

position allowed me to easily see Mr. Wang's penis entering and exiting my wife's vagina, each thrust

accompanied by a large amount of vaginal fluid…

Ah! This… no way? I looked closely, and Mr. Wang wasn't wearing a condom! My wife was being penetrated by Mr. Wang without

any protection! When Mr. Wang saw me approaching, he told my wife to change positions.

My wife obediently rolled over and lay on her stomach like a dog. Mr. Wang continued thrusting and gestured for me to

join in, so I put my penis in my wife's mouth.

I had only ever seen this kind of scene in porn before, but now it was actually happening in front of me,

and the woman in the movie was actually my wife! She was sucking my penis while letting the

man she had just met penetrate her vagina. I could even feel

the waves of vibration transmitted through my wife's body to me as Mr. Wang thrust his penis into her.

At this point, Mr. Wang became increasingly audacious, slapping my wife's buttocks while thrusting, and swearing

all over her : "You filthy bitch, are you enjoying being fucked by the two of us? I'll fuck you to death, you filthy bitch..."

My wife's mouth was blocked by my penis, so she couldn't speak at all and could only moan softly.

As Mr. Wang's thrusting rhythm gradually quickened, my wife could no longer hold my penis in her mouth. Instead, she

moaned and echoed his words: "Ah...ah...ah...so...so good...fuck me to death...Mr. Wang

...fuck me harder..."

"How is it? Do you like my cock?" Mr. Wang continued his verbal stimulation.

"I...I like it...so...so thick...ah!" When my wife reached orgasm, she would use

words to interact, something we often did. I never expected to use it on someone else this time: "Fuck...

harder...fuck me...I like it...I like it so much...brother...brother, just...fuck...fuck...fuck me!"

At this moment, Mr. Wang showed no signs of immediate climax. Instead, he began to control the rhythm and intensity—sometimes deep,

sometimes shallow, sometimes heavy, sometimes light—as if to push my wife, who was already at the peak of lust, to an even higher climax.

"Ah...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...please...please...please...Mr. Wang...give...

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

.

"What are you begging me for? Tell me now, or I won't give it to you!" Mr. Wang said sternly.

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

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

"Please fuck me...ah...give it to me...shoot inside me..." my wife was desperate.

"Okay, then I'm going to shoot, I'm going to shoot all my semen into your body."

"Shoot...shoot it all into my body...I'm a slut...a

slut who likes other people shooting inside her!" My wife, who might still be in her "danger period," was completely desperate.

As Mr. Wang's rhythm became faster and the amplitude became larger, finally, the moment arrived... Mr. Wang

used all his strength to thrust into my wife's vagina, seemingly not wanting to let a single drop of semen flow out of my wife's body.

However, it seemed that Mr. Wang shot too much, and my wife's body could not hold so much semen. As Mr. Wang pulled out

his penis, some of the semen slowly overflowed.

After releasing his pent-up desires, Mr. Wang sat down on the sofa next to me, lit a cigarette, and gestured for me to

enjoy . Ignoring whether my wife still had the strength, I immediately thrust inside her.

The moment my penis entered her body, I felt a distinctly different sensation.

Because my wife's body was filled with Mr. Wang's semen and her own vaginal fluids, her vagina felt exceptionally

lubricated—a feeling I had never experienced before. Especially considering that my wife had just been

penetrated , the psychological stimulation was immense, making my penis feel incredibly hard. My wife clearly felt

my erection and kept begging, "Ah...boss...I...can't...take it...too...too thick

..."

I was worried she might accidentally utter the word "husband," but thankfully, despite her wanton body, she

maintained a degree of composure. I thought perhaps she truly possessed the qualities of a prostitute, or perhaps she had

anticipated all possible scenarios before leaving home.

As I continued to fuck my wife, Mr. Wang seemed to recover somewhat, impatiently coming over to

caress my wife's breasts. I watched as my wife's soft breasts were squeezed until they were slightly deformed, but I felt no displeasure.

I understood; my wife was a prostitute now, and perhaps many more men would squeeze her like this in the future.

In the eyes of her clients, a prostitute might not be a real woman, but rather a plaything in their hands. What they do...

My wife allowed customers to touch her entire body, and various sizes and thicknesses of penises to be inserted into her. At this moment,

not only did my wife understand the essentials of being a prostitute, but I also began to yearn for her future

career . "Wife, from now on, you'll be a prostitute!"

As these thoughts flashed through my mind, my movements became increasingly agitated, and my wife's

cries grew louder and louder. As the movements accelerated—until the final sprint—I could no longer hold back—

releasing all my passion—and Mr. Wang, without me even noticing, shoved his penis into my wife's mouth. Finally,

Mr. Wang's second wave of passion erupted—spraying all over my wife's face…

(To be continued)

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