My Wish (Also known as: Prostitute)

At that moment, I was gazing at my wife with a rapt attention, captivated by her allure and beauty. Unaware that

I was staring at her, she stood naked from the waist down in front of the large mirror at the vanity

, grooming her pubic hair and preparing for her work that evening.

I watched her intently as she focused on her client's appearance. She spent nearly an hour grooming

her hair , skin, and toenails, putting on a revealing dress, applying heavy makeup, and styling her hair in a glamorous

wave. Then, she casually made up an excuse about meeting a female friend and

swaggered out the door.

I was left alone, experiencing a bittersweet mix of pleasure and pain, spending the night alone.

That night, for some reason, I was filled with memories, and I wanted to tell you my story with my wife, starting from six months ago

.

Due to my work, I often dealt with people in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, and it was through this that

I met Ah Long six months ago.

Of all the people I know in this line of work, Ah Long is probably the most lowly. He lives off

women , what Hong Kong slang calls a "son-in-law." In reality, however, he is a charming

and smooth-talking man, very attractive and capable of this kind of work.

I met him at a dinner party through a friend's introduction. That night, he drank a couple too much and started

boasting incessantly , telling everyone how he seduced women, how he made them devoted to him

, how he tricked them out of their savings, and how he ultimately made them willingly sell themselves into

prostitution to support him.

I remember that everyone else scoffed at Ah Long's shameless self-aggrandizement, except for

me , who listened with bated breath and excitement.

Two days after that dinner party, I mustered my courage and went to Ah Long, blushing as I told him about my secret

fetish and desires, and then asked him for a favor.

He was taken aback, thinking he'd misheard. But after I repeatedly assured him it was true,

that I inviting him for help, and after hearing the incredibly attractive offer, he agreed to this seemingly impossible

collaboration.

Two days later, at a casual banquet, I introduced Ah Long to my wife. Of course, I

didn't tell her what Ah Long did for a living.

That day, Ah Long wore the expensive suit I'd bought him, looking every bit the sophisticated young man.

Throughout the evening, he treated my wife as a friend of her husband, chatting and laughing with her.

My wife was twenty-eight, a university graduate, working as an administrator in a well-known foreign firm. Her beauty perfectly matched

her inner qualities. That night, she and Ah Long, this "gangster" who hadn't even finished high school

, looked surprisingly compatible. They seemed like a perfect couple, chatting and laughing. I, on the other hand, pretended to be engaged in business conversations while

watching from a distance. I couldn't hear

or understand what a man and woman with such a vast cultural gap could possibly talk about.

They laughed and talked, and Ah Long even took off his suit jacket and gave it to my wife. He casually and subtly

touched her shoulder and waist, whispering in her ear and making her laugh. During the dinner, I excused myself to

entertain important guests and sat further away, asking Ah Long to look after my wife so they could sit together.

After

the dinner, I used the same excuse to ask Ah Long to take my wife home. Afterwards, I drank a couple of drinks alone at a bar to kill time. Two hours later, I returned home to find my wife still awake, reading

in bed.

I noticed she and Ah Long seemed to get along very well that night and asked what they were talking about. My wife was very honest and

recounted their conversation that evening. She told me that Ah Long had been flirting with her all night and even tried to take her to

a hotel .

"And what happened?" I asked, feigning nervousness.

"Are you crazy? Of course nothing happened!" she said smugly and reservedly.

I wasn't disappointed; everything was going according to plan. If my wife were such a promiscuous woman, I

wouldn't have gone to so much trouble. Moreover, I noticed that my wife seemed to admire Ah Long quite a bit in her conversations.

When she talked about how he harassed her, her lips curled into a sweet smile. It was obvious, really.

If a woman is constantly being flirted with by a man and has no interest in him at all, she would have run away without even eating. Would she let him take her home?

For the next two weeks, my wife told me that Ah Long kept calling her, wanting to go on dates with her. I told her that

it would be strange if no one pursued my wife, who was so beautiful. I had a lot of confidence in her, and she didn't need to ask me for permission for normal social dates

.

Two weeks later, one night, Ah Long called to tell me that my wife had gone on a date with him the night before, and that she

had half-heartedly .

Listening to Ah Long's words and watching my wife sitting beside me nonchalantly applying lotion, my heart pounded

, and I was so excited that my penis was hard.

Of course, this excitement was just the beginning.

A week later, Ah Long reported that he and my wife had spent the whole night passionately kissing and caressing each other on the Tsim Sha Tsui waterfront. A few days later, in a movie theater,

he even took off my wife's bra. A week later, Ah Long called to tell me that he was at

a love hotel in Kowloon Tong, and that he had just slept with my wife twice. She was currently taking a shower in the bathroom, humming a song.

At that moment, my whole body felt like it was on fire, and my wildly pounding heart was throbbing with pain.

The wife I had pursued for half a year before finally winning her over, the wife I had dated for a year before finally sleeping with me, had been taken by someone else in less than a month!

I was panicked and confused, and my feverish, erect penis throbbed in my wrist.

When Ah Long said, "Your wife is really irresistible, the second time she even begged me to..." before

he could finish, my semen had already spilled all over the floor!

From then on, Ah Long and my wife went on dates two to three times a week, and he would give me a report afterward each time. After my

wife left, I would be at home alone, tossing and turning, lost in thought. When I received a call from Ah Long, he would tell

me how he had done this and that to my wife, and I would masturbate like crazy, sometimes once, sometimes twice, and the most

intense night was three times.

During this period, my wife also showed obvious changes: she was radiant, alluring, and

often smiled to herself. Her clothes became increasingly sexy, with low-cut tank tops and mini skirts becoming her favorites. In fact

, her figure also changed; her breasts were full, her nipples were often erect, and they protruded even though her bra couldn't cover them

. When she walked, her hips swayed, giving the impression of a bouncy gait.

And, whether it was psychological or something else, my wife was becoming increasingly nicer to me!

Ah Long and my wife had been dating for two months when he started borrowing money from her using the obvious excuse of "business problems."

But for a woman whose heart and soul were already completely devoted to that man, she no longer had

the wisdom to discern the truth, so the excuse didn't matter anymore.

And when I knew that my wife was slowly handing over all her savings to a "son-in-law," and that she was

being swindled out of everything, she discovered another strange feeling—sometimes lost, sometimes ecstatic

. That kind of pleasure was hard to express in words.

Her entire monthly salary went to supporting the man, and now she had nothing left. She didn't dare borrow from me, so when the time was right,

Ah Long, as usual, staged the old cliché of being "chased and attacked by loan sharks." My wife finally

gave in and used her body to pay off Ah Long's debts!

"What do you want me to do? With your wife's looks, she'd be more than qualified to be a nightclub hostess," Ah Long

said to me.

"Oh no! I might run into acquaintances or business associates at the nightclub. I'll have her

work as a prostitute on Portland Street in Mong Kok, charging her HK$400 a time!" I exclaimed excitedly.

On my wife's first night working as a prostitute, Ah Long picked her up around 7 PM. I was home alone, staring at the four walls

, restless and uneasy, feeling like I had a fever—even worse than the first night of her affair.

I couldn't even wash my face; I had to take cold showers repeatedly, letting the icy water wash over my body, which was filled with extreme shame and excitement,

to calm my mind.

That night, my wife didn't return home until 3 AM. I saw Ah Long bringing her home from the balcony. She

had down the whole way, and Ah Long was comforting her. When they got downstairs, Ah Long embraced her and gave her a deep, long kiss, then

whispered something in her ear. Finally, she stopped crying and smiled. Seeing that my wife wasn't too hurt, I felt

relieved .

"Your wife took four clients tonight. One was a middle-aged man in a suit, and the other three were sleazy old men

. One looked to be in his sixties, and the other weighed over 200 pounds with a belly button as big as a basket. Your wife said he almost

flattened ," Ah Long told me.

I fantasized about my wife bathing the man in the suit, then about her giving

a blowjob , and then about her being pinned down by a 200-pound fat man. Before I even ejaculated, my pants were already soaked

.

I wondered if every woman has a tendency to become a prostitute. My wife became a lowly Portland Street slut, and

after less than a month of depression, she was already fine. During the day, she was still a confident, high-class Central office worker earning 30,000 a month.

When she came home, she was still my happy, affectionate, and beautiful wife. But every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night, she

transformed into a happy prostitute willing to be with any man, charging 400 dollars per session. The most impressive one was when she served

ten —young people, old people, foreigners, even black people. Ah Long said his wife even served an Indian man.

That night, I think I really smelled that unique odor on her. Listening to Ah Long's various strange and wonderful

client reports, I felt like I was on morphine, floating on air.

"Your wife is getting more and more professional. She's already willing to lick clients' anuses and toes. She even gives me all

the tips ," Ah Long told me.

"Did you teach her?"

"No, the clients asked for it and taught her. I tried it last night. She licked their whole tongues inside. Even

I almost couldn't take it!"

Hearing this made my anus itch. Anyone with four hundred dollars could enjoy this, but I, as her husband, didn't have

that privilege.

"Last night she said she was brought to orgasm by a customer, she was very wet, and even horribly asked him to ejaculate inside her.

Looks like your wife really enjoys being a prostitute."

"..."

"Your wish has come true, congratulations!"

"Thank you!"

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