[Meeting my wife at the hair salon]

I met my wife at a hair salon

in May. That day, after returning from a business trip, I lied to my wife, saying I'd be home a day late, and went straight to a hair salon area in a residential

complex to have an affair, thinking it would be safer that way.

This residential complex consisted of commercial housing developed in the 1980s, mostly purchased as

welfare . Many residents rented out their apartments to others to run hair salons, while they themselves bought apartments with elevators. After all,

those who were allocated housing in the 1980s had all retired. Many hair salons used the ground floor as shops and rented out a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment upstairs as a love nest.

The one I usually went to was closed today. I had to go to a new one. The proprietress was around 30, a retired prostitute,

voluptuous and sexy, but years of makeup made her look a bit older. She asked, "Sir, would you like to try a respectable woman today? A beautiful young woman

will be serving you, but it's a bit pricey. It's really fun to play with someone else's wife."

I said, "These days, even prostitutes pretend to be respectable women. There are so many fakes." The proprietress said, "It's true. The table fee

is 50, and the tip is 500. She'll be here soon; she's already booked three clients. If you like her, sir, she can serve you

after or in between."

I said, "Stop talking nonsense, I want it now." Then I asked the sexy girls playing cards next to me

, "Who won today?" The three girls didn't answer me rudely; they had clearly lost to

Zhang Li, the girl in the red dress. I asked her, "Can you give me a massage now?" She agreed, but I had to wait until they finished their

card game. She led me to a three-bedroom, one-living-room suite on the third floor. Each room was further divided into three smaller rooms by three partitions,

enough to fit a bed. Actually, the living room was also partitioned into a room, presumably where the proprietress lived. We went into a

small room within a larger room, which was Zhang Li's usual dormitory. I knew it was the staff dormitory for the hair salon, housing about 7-8 girls

. The service fee was 30 yuan, and the tip was 150-200 yuan—that's the going rate.

We started flirting and getting down to business when suddenly, I heard the door open. The voice sounded familiar—it was

Uncle Zhang, the doorman from our company! We'd bumped into each other from so far away. I stayed hidden in the room, remaining calm. Uncle Zhang

and the boss's wife came up together. Uncle Zhang had lost his wife young and had struggled to raise his eldest son, Zhang Dong. Zhang Dong was smart and capable, earning

a lot of money and owning many companies. He treated Uncle Zhang very well. Uncle Zhang could have enjoyed a comfortable life, but he wasn't content with a quiet life, so

he became the doorman at our company. But everyone, including the boss, fawned over him to curry favor with his son, Zhang Dong. His son, Zhang Dong,

let him spend money freely, very directly, and could have any woman he wanted, but he didn't want a stepmother. Given his status and position, he was always worried about potential property

disputes. Uncle Zhang and I weren't particularly close; we'd exchange dirty jokes when we met.

Getting back to the point, I heard Uncle Zhang say, "Let me pinch you, baby."

The landlady moaned, "Don't touch me, she'll be here soon. Look, you've already pitched a tent." Uncle

Zhang said, "Let's pat each other first."

The landlady said, "No, I won't be able to do it if you get me wet. It's uncomfortable. Last time, the neighbor got a free ride, it was a

loss."

Uncle Zhang said, "Okay, I'll give you 500 first, let's do it once."

At this moment, Zhang Li urged me, "Move faster, I'm so itchy." Only then did I remember Zhang Li, who was sitting on my penis

wearing a red dress, and she was already very wet. I moved around a few times and saw a

mirror on the table next to me. I pushed Zhang Li away and held up the mirror to look at the neighbor. I saw that Uncle Zhang had already lifted the landlady's yellow skirt and

was standing behind her, inserting his penis into her vagina. But after only a few movements, I heard the sound of the door unlocking. Uncle Zhang and

the landlady immediately separated. The landlady grabbed 500 yuan in one hand, stuffed it into her bra, and ran out. Uncle Zhang hurriedly took off

the condom , threw it into the trash bag next to him, put on his pants, and went out. It seemed the respectable woman he'd arranged to meet had arrived.

Zhang Li, on my side, was already incredibly aroused: "What are you doing? If you have money, you can call a 'priceless' prostitute. Don't stop

halfway through!"

I also felt this was incredibly immoral towards Zhang Li. I felt that even if I paid, I had to be

responsible for her sexual satisfaction. Just as I was about to get going, there was a knock at our side door, and the landlady came in, saying to Zhang Li, "

Get down ! Give this to me."

Zhang Li said, "Almost done, you can't just bully me like this." Then she frantically used her vagina to stroke

my penis and rubbed her breasts against my mouth, and I ejaculated immediately. The landlady was furious: "Bitch, you dare to compete with me?"

Zhang Li said, "You've been a bitch longer than me."

I took out 150 yuan and gave it to Zhang Li, who took it irritably, saying, "I'm really not happy."

The landlady: "Slut."

Zhang Li: "Aren't you slut? And it's free!" She walked away with disdain.

The proprietress said to me, "I'll give you a discount today, 100."

I said, "I don't have any money."

The proprietress said, "Consider it a loss for me this time."

I said, "You made 500 in just a few moves, what's a loss?"

The proprietress seemed a little suspicious, but she took off my pants, but I couldn't get an erection. The proprietress wanted to give me oral sex,

but I refused, after all, I was afraid of getting dirty in a hair salon.

At this moment, I heard Uncle Zhang from next door say, "Baby, I'm getting impatient."

The woman said, "What's the rush? You and the proprietress are having an affair, aren't you?" The voice sounded familiar, and I guess netizens

have already guessed it from the title.

Uncle Zhang: "How could I? I only want you."

The woman said, "Liar."

Uncle Zhang: "Touch down there, why are you wet?"

The woman said, "I got touched on the bus." Uncle Zhang: "Why didn't you take a taxi?"

The woman said, "I like it." Uncle Zhang: "You like buses, don't you?"

The woman said, "You rascal, you always get checked by the police when you take a taxi."

I already suspected it was my wife, Zhang Juan, but I couldn't believe it, because my wife, Zhang Juan, didn't know Uncle Zhang. My wife,

Zhang Juan, is sexy and beautiful, with a charming yet appropriate flirtatiousness—just the right amount. I believe she wasn't a virgin before we got married. She had

a boyfriend, but they broke up because he was too possessive. I'm pretty easygoing; as long as she doesn't embarrass me in my social circle and

doesn't change her mind, that's fine. So I don't dare bring her back to the company, otherwise, it'll be troublesome if my boss takes a liking to her. She's

in marketing at her company, and she usually accompanies the boss and clients, dressing provocatively, and there's often some flirting involved. I also frequently

go out and party, and as long as my wife Zhang Juan takes precautions, I don't really care. Sometimes, my wife Zhang Juan comes home with a very high sex drive.

Because clients often get handsy while dancing, she easily becomes aroused, and if she doesn't finish at the dance hall, she comes home to me, which I'm

happy to skip foreplay.

Back to the point, the proprietress had already started stroking my penis with her gloved hand. Still uneasy, I held up the mirror to look next door, and

it really was my wife, Zhang Juan! I wanted to rush over, but this was a hair salon; I shouldn't be here,

and besides, it wasn't the first time. I had no choice but to swallow my anger. Just as the proprietress was about to stop me, I whispered,

"Is that woman a respectable woman?"

The proprietress replied, "Yes, but aren't you broke?"

I whispered, "I need to watch next door to recover."

The proprietress whispered, "Don't let them see; I want to see too." So I fixed the mirror. I

saw my wife, Zhang Juan, start giving Uncle Zhang oral sex. Soon, Uncle Zhang's penis was erect, aimed at Zhang Juan's opening, and

Zhang Juan spread her legs and sat on the table. I was frantic, my head spinning, and I blurted out, "No!"

My wife immediately blocked Uncle Zhang's penis, and at the same time, the proprietress covered my mouth. Uncle Zhang was completely unaware of what was going on, and I

was totally flustered. I whispered to the proprietress, "That's my wife!!" But my voice was very soft, and the proprietress heard me and

seemed a little panicked.

I questioned her, "How many times have they come here?"

The proprietress replied, "Just this time."

I didn't believe her.

The proprietress continued, "They used to work at my sister's restaurant, but she recently sold it, and I

took over. It has nothing to do with me."

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