Marry a prostitute

"Are you really going on a business trip today?" Xiaoping asked as she saw me to the door. "I can't help it, there's a problem with the business at the southern branch, and the client requires me to be there."

"Oh! Are you coming back today?"

"Probably in a day or two!" I said uncertainly.

"Drive carefully," Xiaoping said as she went back inside.

The year I left her, I don't know what possessed me, but I actually studied hard and got into a top university's information technology department. I graduated smoothly with decent grades, working part-time while studying. Unfortunately, information technology was still a niche science back then. I thought a university degree would be my ticket to success, but alas! In the end, I went back to my old job of sales. Xiaoping was my university classmate, but she majored in English. Her family was well-off, considered middle-class. He attended elite private schools from childhood until high school graduation. He met her during a school event in his sophomore year of college, and they dated until graduation. Since he had already completed his military service, he naturally married Xiaoping after graduation. They've been married for six years now, and through his own efforts, he's now a vice president of a company. He's achieved three of the five things: a car, a house, a wife, money, and a son. He's not in a rush to have a son, and he has some money now, but for some reason, he always feels a lingering regret, perhaps because of his relationship with Xiaoping. He and Xiaoping have always treated each other with respect, but for some inexplicable reason, he often compares her to Xiaoping. Take his daily commute to work, for example! Xiaoping, however, would always say "Drive carefully" and then retreat inside, unlike her usual passionate kisses that often drew stares from the neighbors. Xiaoping always used the same traditional positions, which, despite my requests, were completely ineffective. Sometimes, trying slightly more intense positions would even cause her to get angry. No, no, anywhere except the bedroom or the bed—no touching here, no touching there, even touching herself was annoying. The only consolation was that Xiaoping still had... but surprisingly, Xiaoping had amazing self-control. As soon as she reached climax, she would start urging me to ejaculate, and as soon as I ejaculated, Xiaoping would get up and go to the bath, never giving me a chance to continue. This was the biggest difference between Xiaoping and her; she was always eager to pursue the pleasure I could bring her, good or bad, pleasant or unpleasant. She seemed to be hoping for the right one! There was one major difference between Xiaoping and her: although she had given birth, Xiaoping was still tight, while Xiaoping, for some reason, became increasingly loose starting in the second year of their marriage. Sometimes I would jokingly ask Xiaoping why, and she would always give the same unchanging answer, "Isn't it because of what you used?" If I pressed her further, she would get angry and say I didn't believe her, suspecting she was having an affair. Actually, I never cared about Xiaoping's friendships. I believe everyone has the right to choose their friends, and even married couples should have some privacy. So, after marriage, Xiaoping didn't cut off opportunities for outings and fun with classmates and friends. However, I believe Xiaoping knew how to maintain boundaries. Xiaoping was extremely clean, almost to the point of being obsessive-compulsive. She always mopped the floor frequently. Every time Xiaoping went out... She always showers immediately after playing, then tidies up the house, then does the laundry, no matter how late it is, she always finishes.

Xiaoping didn't bleed during our first time, which I don't care about, but Xiaoping insists I believe she did! Does it really matter that much? I don't understand why Xiaoping only has unusual sexual urges during her period, and only then can I satisfy my sexual desires a little. The problem is, I hate the fishy smell of menstruation and seeing myself covered in blood after sex. Today is Xiaoping's birthday, so I finished my work early and rushed back to celebrate with her. Maybe she'll be surprised, maybe we can go a little crazy that night. I wonder how she's doing now. I hope she doesn't really go into prostitution. The last time I saw her was when we lived together. Near that house, at an intersection, I had already resigned from Wu Zhutou's company and was preparing to study in Taipei. It was my last night in that city. I was riding my scooter, stopped at the intersection waiting for the traffic light, watching her cross the road in a white dress. I knew she recognized me, hiding under my full-face helmet, because not many people would ride that worn-out scooter. But she just stood at the intersection looking at me after crossing the road. I wasn't sure what her expression was, because I didn't dare to look at her for long. I really hoped she was doing well now, I really hoped so. That last unexpected encounter made me flee in panic, a truly pathetic flight. I always compared her to Xiaoping. Xiaoping's breasts were a D cup, much bigger than hers, but I liked her A cup. Xiaoping's waist isn't as slender as hers, but I like hers.

Her hips are narrow and perky, while Xiaoping's are also perky but a bit wide. I like hers. Her legs are straight, long, and well-proportioned. Xiaoping's are more voluptuous, equally alluring, but I like hers. Her ankles are as rounded as Xiaoping's, but in proportion to her leg shape, I like hers. I've noticed my recent sexual vitality is declining. Despite my anxiety, I can't get an erection!

Oh my god! I'm only 33! There's no reason I can't get an erection! Besides, I exercise regularly to maintain my stamina!

Lately, when I'm with Xiaoping, I always fantasize about... It's only when she's around that things can continue; otherwise, it often just fizzles out! I'm thinking of her again.

When she's with me, she's always gentle and graceful. She tries to hold back her moans, but I always manage to make her cry out. After meeting her, I learned what a soft, sweet moan truly meant. She always captivated my heart. I only understood the meaning of a woman's allure from her. She's incredibly sensitive; I can always make her aroused, anytime, anywhere, even in public. I don't like being touched, but she can make me obediently let her touch me, and I even enjoy it. After I deflowered her with my fingers... Not long after, she used her tongue and fingers to deflower me. It felt incredibly good. When I licked her with my tongue and even my teeth, she would arch her body and cooperate. Even when she came, she wouldn't refuse my further teasing. When I used my tongue to tease her and then pinched her nipples, she would scream wildly. When I gently bit her nipples with my teeth, she would scream loudly, but beg me to continue. At our place, she liked to sit on my lap and let me gently nibble on her nipples through the thin rayon fabric, and she never tired of it. She would even... When I told her daughter I wanted to breastfeed, I said her G-spot was about 3-4 centimeters deep inside her, but I felt like her whole body was covered in sensitive G-spots. When I rubbed her G-spot, she would straighten her legs and tear at the sheets with both hands, then use her hands and feet to prop herself up and couldn't help but scream loudly and then wet the bed. She liked me to lie down, then ride on top of her, put my penis inside her, and then lie on top of me, rubbing against me. She said that this made her feel soft, warm, and a little cool, a feeling of happiness. She said that this way she could enjoy continuous pleasure without wanting to finish quickly due to overstimulation. If I blew on her ear at the same time, she would fall asleep comfortably, but in her dreams, she would continue with me until I started to thrust intensely and ejaculate. She said the most important thing was that this way she could feel like I belonged to her forever. Why do I still miss her so much? I really miss her

mother! Are the sales staff at the southern branch pigs? They can't even handle this little thing. They can't even smile at the client and I have to make a trip. It seems like the sales department of the branch needs to be reorganized. When I parked my car downstairs at home... Thinking I'd surprise Xiaoping, I quietly closed the outer door like a thief. I saw light peeking through the crack in the inner door; it was almost midnight, and Xiaoping was still awake? I could vaguely hear voices coming from the living room, a man and a woman. I figured Xiaoping probably thought I was away on a business trip and had invited a classmate and his wife over for their birthday. I tiptoed in as well. The living room had a slightly Japanese style. Near the entrance was a floor-to-ceiling cabinet; the upper shelf, from ceiling to waist, was an open display shelf with a feng shui fish tank and some inexpensive vases. The lower shelf was a shoe cabinet… Shocked by what I saw through the display case, I witnessed a blatant act of debauchery unfolding inside. Six foreigners, of varying races, were facing two women stripped down to only garter belts and high heels. Each woman was heavily made up and posed in different ways for the two foreigners. The first group I saw consisted of a kneeling woman whose face I couldn't see, with a white man kneeling behind her, seemingly penetrating one of her orifices. She was giving a blowjob to another white man. The second group consisted of a woman sitting on a black man's lap at the dining table, moving rhythmically up and down, her brows slightly furrowed. I recognized her; she was Xiaoping's classmate. Zhen, Xiao Zhen kept muttering "fuck me...", but to me it looked more like she was actively fucking that black man. The black man's hands were wrapped around Xiao Zhen's huge breasts, pulling and kneading them. Another white man was standing next to Xiao Zhen, holding her half-erect breasts, seemingly in a state of readiness. Another group of white men were standing in front of the sofa, waving something in their hands. Across the vase on the coffee table in front of the sofa, there was another black man lying on top of it. Luckily, I didn't see Xiao Ping. I didn't dare to look too much, afraid they would discover me. Could Xiao Ping be in the bedroom? No way.

I crouched in the corner of the shoe cabinet, listening to the lewd sounds filling the room, trying to sort out my thoughts. I took out my black leather phone from my briefcase, dialed the home phone number, then stood up and sat behind the vase watching the phone ring. Everyone remained still, letting the ringing continue. I got up and stared at the woman whose face I couldn't see, thinking, "Please don't answer the phone." The call connected. "Hello?"

"Xiaoping." I crouched down and whispered,

"Okay... keep it down... oh." Xiaoping's rare coquettish voice came through, but mixed with "Quickly... ah... I want... to sleep." Her tone was almost undisguised. "Oh! Then go to sleep!" I whispered, then hung up the phone, standing up and wondering where she was! Looking around the room, it seemed no one had moved. "Xiaoping... oh, fuck meharder... oh... ooh," Xiaozhen shouted. "Hmm... hum..." Xiaoping's trembling voice came from the sofa. I looked closely at the sofa; apart from the scene I had just witnessed, nothing had changed. "I... tell... you... ooh... over... oh... you... together... it... was... good, wasn't it?" Xiaozhen's tone sounded like she was confirming something. "Good..." A sound came from her throat, the same sound coming from the sofa, but I was sure it was behind the vase and from the white man standing with his back to me. "Good... just shout it out loud... good!" "Xiao Zhen shouted, and then she started shouting on her own. I crouched down and moved towards the TV cabinet. From this angle, I could avoid the blind spot of the vase and see the scenery in front of the white man. Just then, besides Xiao Zhen's voice, the kneeling woman also started making incomprehensible, lewd moans in English. The voice sounded somewhat familiar, but I couldn't care less. I just wanted to figure out what Xiao Ping, who was almost sexually frigid in front of me, was doing. Although I could guess, I just wanted to see the real face of Xiao Ping, who had almost destroyed my sexual ability. But I was wrong. I miscalculated. I watched from the TV cabinet..." Xiaoping was leaning back, struggling to support herself with her hands. Beneath her was a black man I hadn't counted since I entered. Xiaoping was bobbing up and down, shaking her head, her eyes closed. The black man I had only seen earlier was still on top of her, his nipples pierced with nipple rings connected to metal chains, which were being pulled on the right hand of the white man behind me. Xiaoping's breasts stood high and pointed. The black man beneath her squeezed her breasts like milking a cow, constantly pulling them away from the metal chain. "So good...so good...oh...I feel so good..." Xiaoping joined in the loud moans. It was so stimulating; I involuntarily got an erection, an incredibly hard one. I didn't want to leave, but I still moved towards the door, not wanting to embarrass myself. I finally made it out the door and back to my car, chain-smoking, still hard, thinking about the situation. "Damn it! That prostitute was putting on airs in front of me!" I cursed angrily. Suddenly, I remembered her, and how my life had turned out this way. I met her in what was essentially a brothel, and her sister was a prostitute among prostitutes. Theoretically, Xiaoping shouldn't be associated with prostitutes, but what happened was something even prostitutes wouldn't do! Was Xiaoping just putting on an act in front of me? Why?

I don't understand! I really don't understand!

"It's better to marry a prostitute than to marry a prostitute." For some reason, this sentence clearly surfaced in my mind. I don't know how much time passed before I saw Xiaoping, wearing a thin, short nightgown I'd never seen before, seeing the foreigners, Xiaozhen, and that woman out the door. Before leaving, each foreigner gently tugged at something under the hem of Xiaoping's nightgown, pulling it down or outward. Xiaoping would either squat down or arch her back, sticking out her lower abdomen, in response to their movements. Finally, Xiaoping turned and went through the gate. The two of them walked a distance, laughing and joking, before I got out of the car and went inside. I sat on the sofa and watched Xiaoping, wearing the short nightgown, walk in from the kitchen balcony. When Xiaoping noticed me, she screamed and covered her chest and genitals with her hands. "No need to cover up, I saw everything. Sit down first, let's talk," I said. "Saw what?" She hesitated and lowered her hands. I then noticed that she had piercings, and like her nipple piercings, they had chains. No wonder... "I just saw the guest off in a weird way." I went home around midnight and saw everything. "Oh," she replied calmly.

"Let's get a divorce!" I was a little disgusted by Xiaoping's coldness and hypocrisy. "What's the reason?" she said coldly.

"Huh! You're asking me the reason?" I asked in surprise.

"There has to be a reason for a divorce! Otherwise, how can I explain it to my relatives and friends?" she said righteously. "I..." I thought angrily, "Is anyone really this shameless?" "Just say I had an affair!" I compromised. I wasn't afraid of her, but "even ghosts are afraid of shameless people." I didn't want to drive my overly traditional parents crazy. Money can be earned again. Most importantly, I suddenly realized that I didn't love her at all. In these six years of marriage, I had been playing the role of a traditional Chinese man, working hard to build a career for others and maintaining a job I didn't like. Buying a house and a car was all done aimlessly, as if it were something I should do. The task at hand was done, just a task, not for myself, nor for Xiaoping, the woman I considered my wife. After agreeing on the divorce terms with Xiaoping, I hurriedly resigned from my job, not for anything else, but simply because I wanted to do something I wanted to do. "You're a good person. For a Chinese person, your sexual characteristics are average, but your sexual ability is truly exceptional. If Xiaozhen hadn't taken me to that foreign bar that time, I wouldn't have given up on you, my treasure." After signing the papers at the lawyer's office, Xiaoping said to me with unusual gentleness. "Thank you," I replied absentmindedly.

"Friend?" Xiaoping inquired.

"Friend, but we can keep in touch by phone," I answered, afraid that seeing her would affect my sexual ability. Looking at Xiaoping's multi-part pictures on the computer screen, I smiled slightly. This woman really is more like a prostitute than a prostitute herself. I really don't understand her; she only seems serious when she's with me. "Sigh! It seems it's still my fault." "I was thinking,

" my wife called sweetly,

"Honey! Dinner's ready!" "Coming!" I replied, unconsciously getting a little restless again. "Don't do that," my wife whispered, gently patting my foot that was between her legs. "Sigh! Can you two just eat in peace? You're doing this all day long!" Baoyun laughed. "Oh!" "I'm a little wronged,

" I said, almost pleadingly, "you have to make it up to me later.

" "Okay!" my wife said, blushing.

I put down my chopsticks and eagerly dragged my wife towards the bedroom.

I pushed her onto the bedroom balcony, against the parapet, and began kissing her earlobes and neck. My wife never wears unbuttoned tops at home. Slowly, I took off her house top, revealing a snow-white body and a slightly small, semi-transparent white top. A sliver of cleavage was partially hidden between her two erect nipples. My wife started panting as I took off her house pants. She wisely kicked them aside herself. Wow! Again, she was wearing silk garter belts, white and red open-toe mid-heeled sandals, and surprisingly, a t-back. I vigorously rubbed my wife's buttocks. "Is this what you wear all day at your coffee shop?" I asked, biting her earlobe. "No… oh… I mean that white dress," my wife gasped.

"The slightly see-through one?" I started gently biting her neck, my fingers circling her breasts. "Hmm,

" she squinted. "Where's the top?" I asked, nibbling on her nipples through the fabric.

"Silk...that...white...silk...evil...hole...outfit..." My wife couldn't continue. "Wouldn't that mean everyone could see everything from head to toe?" I squatted down and took off my wife's white t-shirt, which was only covered by a string and barely concealed her breasts. While kissing my wife's side, my left index finger began to gently push against her nipple. "Mmm," my wife released her grip on my hair and smeared some saliva on her own nipple with her right hand. "You'd enjoy it if others saw?" I was already rubbing my wife's G-spot with my right hand, while my left index finger... My wife started shaking her head and nodding repeatedly, her hair, which had been tied up, began to fall down. She started shaking her head incessantly, babbling incoherently. Her hands gripped her breasts, kneading her nipples. Her legs, which had been trying to straighten against the parapet, were now bending and bending from the stimulation. Her toes inside her sandals were constantly stretching and curling. I knew my wife was going crazy. I stretched out my chin and pressed it against her, simultaneously increasing the intensity and speed of my movements with both hands. Suddenly, my wife straightened up... Her toes, hidden inside her sandals, kept curling upwards and stretching, as she cried out, "Bad husband... ah... you're just bullying me... woof!" Her genitals, in rhythm with the pressure of my fingers massaging her G-spot, intermittently released unidentified fluid that soaked my shirt. I stood up and gently inserted my penis into my wife's vagina, taking her hands and placing them around my neck. I squatted down slightly, lifted her legs, and carried her as she swayed back to the bed. I lay down with some difficulty, supporting her as she lay on top of me. My wife was swaying gently up and down involuntarily, her eyes closed, murmuring incessantly. I took out the nipple rings and other rings I'd asked Xiaoping for when we broke up, stopped her swaying, and gently helped her put them on. Then she slumped back down, swaying softly. "Bad husband... stinky husband... bad husband... you only bully me," she whispered in my ear in a coquettish voice. "Prostitute," I said,

and suddenly she stopped moving, her body stiffening

. "Prostitute," I repeated.

"You mean me?" There was anger in her eyes.

"Yes, you."

"You still think I sell myself there?" My wife's voice was louder than usual, her face pale. "To be honest, yes..." I squinted, pretending not to look at her, but secretly pressed down on the chain on her wrist with my right hand. "You..." My wife was so angry she couldn't speak, struggling to get up. "Ouch!" My wife sat down heavily again because I was pressing on the chain, whether from stimulation or pain, her face was deathly pale as she looked at me, tears welling up in her eyes. I looked at my wife and felt a pang of heartache, and slowly said,

"I was your first customer, wasn't I?"

My wife kept her mouth shut.

"You're a prostitute."

Tears rolled down my wife's cheeks.

"You'll always be a prostitute." I couldn't help but start to laugh, but I didn't dare press on the chain anymore. My wife had a gentle exterior but a strong interior; I was afraid she would get up recklessly and hurt herself, which would be terrible. I reached out... I grabbed my wife's waist to prevent her from breaking free, which would ruin my plan. My wife really started struggling.

"You are a prostitute who will always belong to me alone." My wife didn't understand, and kept struggling to get up. "From the past to the present and into the future, you have always been a prostitute who belongs only to me." My wife finally understood, her mouth agape and her eyes wide as she looked at me. "Don't you understand? From the past..." My wife burst into tears, kissing me to stop me from speaking, her hands pounding my shoulders. I moved my wife's head away and gently said, "Want to continue?"

My wife nodded hurriedly while crying. I positioned my wife in a kneeling position and entered her from behind. She was still quite elastic. My left thumb also entered her rectum and pushed, while my right hand began to slap her fair skin. "Say it, what are you?"

"Prostitute!

" "No!" I kept waving my right hand forcefully.

"Say it, what are you?"

"I am a prostitute who will always belong to my husband alone."

"Should prostitutes be beaten?"

"Yes..." Her voice became more and more seductive.

"I am a prostitute who will always belong to my husband alone." "A prostitute who should be spanked by her husband." She kept shouting, louder and louder. I had never heard her scream so loudly and wildly. Looking at her kneeling on the bed in the dressing mirror, shaking her head and wildly pleasuring me, she was like a living, breathing beast. "I need to take good care of my body," I thought to myself. I was really worried that I would be eaten by this female beast. I was even more worried that one day she would give me a stroke, which would be a good thing for someone else. I had just finished a big workout with my wife and taken a shower. We were sitting in the living room watching TV. For some reason, my wife kept leaning against my right side. "Wife! It's so hot when you lean against me like this!"

"You hit so hard just now, and only on one side," my wife complained sweetly. "Haha... I'll be gentler next time and switch to the other side," I laughed, gently stroking my wife's right side with my right hand. "Daddy spanked Mommy's bottom again!" Baoyun came out of the kitchen carrying fruit. "Holy crap! You still remember after 20 years? You were only 3 years old that year!" I thought to myself, glancing at my wife involuntarily. "I told you not to do that in front of the child," my wife said in a whisper. Wow! Baoyun wasn't wearing any clothes .

Baoyun's

ankles, which were walking around in front of me, were perfect. I liked them. Her legs? Perfect. I liked them. Her hips? Perfect. I liked them. Her waist? Perfect. I liked them.

Her breasts? Perfect. I liked them. Her nipples? Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. "I love it all!" "Oh dear! Honey, your nose is bleeding!" My wife quickly grabbed a tissue to help me pat my nose. "Baoyun! You haven't had Daddy spank your bottom yet!" she said with a lewd grin. "It's because Daddy doesn't spank! Isn't it right here?"

[The End]

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