I sold my cheating wife as a prostitute 01~02

If I were caught by the police, I would definitely be convicted of fraud. I would be a notorious telecom
fraudster. I rent a small courtyard in the suburbs, and my daily work involves making phone calls, selling all sorts of
fancy products. Few people fall for my scams each month, but whenever someone does, my income is
better than that of an average white-collar worker.
I have a beautiful wife, and I bought a house for her and our child in the city. Every day, I drive to my
office this small courtyard. In our line of work, it's crucial to keep your work and living spaces separate, otherwise, you'll be caught
red-handed.
When I received Sister Wen's call, I had just closed a deal. Usually, the people who call my personal number are my
friends and family. I also answer unfamiliar numbers, as it might be a friend calling from a different number. When
I heard Sister Wen's slightly trembling voice, I judged that she was a little agitated. When Sister Wen told me
that my wife was cheating on me, I was a little surprised, but I quickly calmed down. In our line of work, a strong
mental fortitude is extremely important.
Sister Wen said she was my wife's lover's legal wife. She knew her husband was having an affair,
so she hired someone to follow him. Knowing the adulterous woman also had a husband, she was furious and desperate,
so she called me.
I didn't say much; I knew it was too early to say anything. Just ten minutes earlier, my wife
had called me, and we were still dreaming about saving up for a bigger house in a couple of years. Now, I was still a little surprised
that my introverted, unemployed wife, who only knew how to stay home and raise the children, would
cheat on me . But Sister Wen said she had solid evidence of two people cheating. I
calmed myself and told Sister Wen not to make a fuss yet, but to meet and talk things over.
We chose my small courtyard as the meeting place. Although it was a bit risky, I knew that meeting another strange woman
anywhere would attract attention, so I chose
to resolve this in my most familiar territory.
Around noon, under my direction, Sister Wen drove a Civic into my courtyard.
After checking that no other vehicles were following, I locked the gate. The gate was made of seamless welded steel plates, and I deliberately made it look
rusty, like an abandoned courtyard, so as not to attract attention.
Sister Wen later said that when she first met me, she didn't expect me to be so young and handsome. She found it hard to understand
why, with such an excellent husband, her wife would still cheat on her. I smiled bitterly and said that I might lack
a sense of romance. She said that was right; her husband was the best at winning the hearts of his young female subordinates. He was a master of seduction.
Sister Wen looked like a very sophisticated woman, dressed meticulously, but there were already a few
crow's feet around her eyes. However, she was well-maintained, her body was very taut, and her large hips were clearly visible
, even the texture of her underwear was visible. Her breasts were also large, very taut and firm. Her skin was dark but very shiny,
a glossy black, giving a very smooth feeling.
Through our chat, I discovered that Sister Wen was a very indecisive woman, and she seemed quite flustered. I think
she contacted me hoping I was a strong person who could help her expose her husband, but I
gave her the no. Catching him in the act would have a huge social impact on me and
negatively affect my children's future. I chose to remain silent. I still love my wife very much, and I believe she cheated because she
couldn't stand my dull personality and wanted some temporary excitement.
However, when Sister Wen showed me photos of the two of them in bed, my heart was slightly shaken.
I opened the USB drive Sister Wen brought on my computer. It contained over a hundred pictures. Some showed my
wife wearing sexy lingerie and black-purple fishnet stockings, with two straps connecting the stockings to a top, her entire
buttocks exposed. Her tender vulva was filled with a large black penis, her
thin vulva tightly enveloping it. Just imagining it was incredibly pleasurable, and my penis unconsciously
became erect. In other photos, the wife's buttocks are raised high, legs pointing skyward, revealing two
smooth , large buttocks. The man's buttocks are on top, his two round testicles covering her anus, obscuring her
face. I imagine she must be enjoying herself immensely. In other photos, the wife is kneeling, her buttocks raised, her round
heels protruding into the frame. The man is holding her slender waist, and it's clear he's thrusting in and out, his entire
penis already inserted. Still other photos show the wife's face directly facing the camera, her mouth wide open, looking like she's
in pain Her round breasts droop like bells, and her two thick, round thighs
are spread wide, trying to accommodate the large penis from behind. What surprised me most was that many of the pictures were of my wife giving that big
penis oral sex. She held it between her thumb and forefinger, her expression one of pure enjoyment as she
sucked on the shiny little mushroom head with her lips. You see, oral sex was something my wife had explicitly forbidden;
she told me from the moment we got married that she would never do something so lewd for me. So why was she
so enthusiastically sucking someone else's penis? I couldn't help but shake my head. The pictures contained all sorts of positions of being fucked and all sorts of positions of receiving.
This could easily be used as evidence of infidelity for a divorce lawsuit. But,
for some reason, I felt very indifferent to my wife's infidelity. More accurately, I seemed to actually
hope for her to cheat. The whole thing excited me. Especially seeing the lewd and blissful expressions my wife had never
shown , my penis was rock hard.
The file also contained several videos. In the videos, my wife was scantily clad, twisting her body like a disco
dancer , occasionally fidgeting with her long, black hair, and biting her
lower lip forcefully, as if the viewer were an incredibly alluring prey. After twisting for a long time,
her body, covered in sweat, glistened. My wife excitedly jumped onto the bed, picked up
the penis in front of the camera, and began to suck on it, saying, "How can such a skinny husband have such a big penis? I like it,
uh uh uh..." Then my wife turned around, her back to the camera, and, holding the large penis, slowly
inserted it into her vagina, then began to suck on it repeatedly. While doing this, she
lewdly said, "Husband is going to fuck me to death."
I asked Sister Wen to back up the photos and videos. I told Sister Wen that I would handle this matter.
"Handle it, I'll handle it perfectly." Sister Wen, with her gentle nature and slightly infatuated
nature, became completely subservient to me shortly after we met, drawn by my handsome looks and charming demeanor.
I told Sister Wen to go home, to act as usual, and not to expose anything.
But I was secretly plotting a major change.
I returned home and connected the photos to my 65-inch wall-mounted TV. The clear LCD screen
quickly displayed enlarged versions of the photos. As the photos changed, my wife's body
twisted and turned, various poses and expressions clearly displayed in the middle of the room.
I sat on the sofa and called my wife, asking her to send the child to my parents' house. My wife was
puzzled and asked why. I said the elders missed the child. She didn't say much and did as I was told.
The sound of the doorknob turning rang out; it was already past eight o'clock. The TV was still playing photos of
my wife infidelity and sex, and my penis was already hard, but I wasn't in a hurry to stimulate it. I wanted to
teach this slut in my home a lesson.
My wife noticed the screen on the big screen as soon as she entered the room. I calmly smoked, waiting for her
to speak .
She was speechless with surprise. After a moment, she packed her things, saying she was going to stay at her parents' house for a couple of days. Her face
was extremely dark; she was probably plotting her next move. I wasn't going to let her go. My penis
was rock hard. That day, my wife was still wearing conservative jeans and thick, decent white
cotton socks. I didn't say a word to her, but forcefully and quickly stripped her clothes
off . She resisted, trying to stop me with her hands, but she didn't know why she was stopping me. Her flushed face
swayed from side to side, too ashamed to utter a word.
When I forcibly pulled her large breasts out of her clothes, my animalistic instincts were fully aroused. At that
moment, I wasn't having sex with my wife; I was raping her, humiliating her.
The moment I forced my huge cock into her body, she stopped struggling and
started sobbing. But I didn't care about that anymore; all I could think about was her lewd expression with her lover in bed
. I wanted her to make it up to me. My cock wasn't small either; the effect of thrusting it in was no less than installing a bomb in my wife's pussy. My wife kept moaning, one hand covering her eyes—she was too ashamed to face me
—
and the
other hand on her genitals to ease the stinging pain from my forceful penetration. I removed her hand from her face and made her look into my eyes. "Slut, are you too ashamed to face me? You've been cheating on me with another man, and you're moaning so lewdly. You bitch, how can you be so shameless? Did your mother pass it on to you? Fuck your mother's ass!" I provoked her with my words. "Don't say anything more, let's get a divorce!" She covered her eyes again. "Divorce is impossible. I'm not going to let anyone else have the energy I've spent on you these past few years," I said laboriously while forcefully thrusting into my wife's cunt. "Then what do you want?" My wife seemed to see a glimmer of hope; a fleeting light . That fleeting light told me that I had the upper hand completely, and I could do whatever I wanted. My wife didn't want a divorce. She had no income and wasn't good at working; she knew . And that lover had a wife; a divorce would definitely mean losing a large portion of their assets. Therefore, my wife couldn't be sure if he would divorce his wife for her. This was perfect for me. "I won't divorce you, and I won't allow you to divorce me. If you try to force me to divorce you, I'll show these photos and videos to our son, so that when he grows up, he'll know what a slut ," I threatened. "You dare! Don't drag the child into our affair. He's your own flesh and blood, I promise you that ." "Hmph, nobody believes you. Who knows who you had that bastard with!" I deliberately provoked her. I knew the child was definitely mine. My wife's lips trembled slightly, but she forced a smile, then squeezed her legs tightly around my waist and stroked my back with her hands. "Honey, people say a day as husband and wife is a hundred days of kindness, a hundred days as husband and wife is as deep as the sea. We've been married for so many years, I know how much you love me. You won't let me be homeless, you won't let me lose our son, right? I promise I 'll never cheat on you again." After saying that, my wife started kissing me frantically on the face, showering me with kisses. It felt incredibly good. My victory was all focused on my penis, which grew bigger and harder. I desperately released myself on my wife. Before, when she cried out in pain, I would slow down a little, but now it was different. I no longer had to consider her feelings because I knew she could withstand far more weight than I imagined. So I went at it hard, thrusting again and again. My wife's moans grew louder and louder. The beautiful image of my wife over the years kept flashing through my mind. I suddenly felt that my wife was becoming more and more beautiful, and I wanted to explore her more carefully. I sprayed a thick stream of semen onto half of my wife's face, blurring her eyelashes and her mouth. My wife desperately tried to close her eyes and mouth to prevent the semen from getting into her eyes and mouth. My wife asked me to get her a tissue. I got angry as soon as I heard that. "You don't want a divorce, right? Then you'll have to listen to me from now on." My wife nodded frantically. "Eat all the semen on your face. If you waste a single drop, I'll kill you. From today onwards, if you disobey me, I'll slap you, and in front of our son." My wife's heavy chest heaved, looking very aggrieved. But after a pause, she started licking the semen around her mouth with her tongue, eating it little by little, very slowly. "You ate it cleanly for that guy, why are you so fussy with me? Eat faster!" Hearing this, my wife sped up her eating speed. In no time, all the semen on her face was swept up and swallowed by my wife. Finally, my wife stuck out her tongue to let me see if she had eaten it all. I felt incredibly . Husband, is this okay ? What else do you want me to do? I'll do it. I'll eat it anywhere, even your asshole.

"Eating my ass is too good for you. Listen, from today onwards, besides being my wife, you
'll have another identity."
"Another identity, husband? What identity?
Prostitute?" I replied.
"From today onwards, you're a chicken. You like other men, don't you? From today onwards, you
must serve customers, and serve customers according to my instructions," I said sternly.
"Husband, I know you're angry, but I'm already a mother. How can I do something like serving customers?
How will I face people if they find out?" My wife knelt before me, pleading.
Without a word, I slapped her hard across the face, the sound echoing throughout the room. My
wife covered her face, her eyes bloodshot.
"Want me to do it again?" I said, feigning anger.
My wife fell silent, lowering her head, her thick hair obscuring her face. I realized that my wife was
the most beautiful I had ever seen. It turns out that women are most beautiful in despair. I must make her despair every day.
After a moment of silence, my wife, still with her head down, whispered, "How do you entertain guests? You
tell me."
Haha, I won.
That night, I bought a lot of sex toys online, including dildos of various sizes, all
incredibly thick. I was going to insert them all into my wife. What's even more interesting is that
while I was buying these sex toys, I had my wife sit on my lap. We shopped together. When she saw them, she
lowered her head , and I smelled her body fragrance. She said, "Honey, are all of these for me?" I said, "Yes, you
must use these. This is my new way of showing my love for you."
Besides the sex toys, I also bought my wife a lot of trendy clothes. I told her to throw away all her old conservative clothes; from
now on, she had to go out shirtless.

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