[I Made My Wife a Prostitute Once] (The End) Author: Unknown

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This article can be compared with "My Wife Became a Prostitute Once," as the plots are similar but each has its own merits; both are
famous works about wife-cuckolding.

Speaking of this matter, it was entirely a chance encounter. Unlike swapping or threesomes, which require time
, a process, necessary verification, and a certain pattern to reach a conclusion, my
experience was completely unprepared; I hadn't even considered it. Please listen carefully as I recount my story.

It was June 27th of this year. A close friend of mine called from Wuhu, saying that one of his
company 's vice presidents, his boss, was on a business trip to Huangshan City. It was his first time visiting your area, and I had already
introduced you to him. I had even boasted to him that you must take good care of him and be his guide.
Actually, I understood without him saying it. To put it nicely, I was a guide; to put it bluntly, I was just a free meal ticket. But
it didn't matter. Since it was my old friend's boss visiting, it was my duty to do it well.
Fortunately, I still had the authority to sign the bill at work, so I didn't have to pay out of my own pocket. Even if I did,
I had to give face to my friend.

Around 3 PM, a dark red Shanghai Chery pulled into my booked hotel. I was already waiting
there spotted the Anhui license plate (皖B), knowing that my guest had arrived. I walked towards the slowly coming to a stop
, and a rather distinguished-looking man in his fifties got out of the car. I carefully
examined him; he was about 1.67 meters tall, with very little hair on his head, and wore small silver-rimmed
glasses . When I learned that he was the guest I was waiting for, we clasped hands tightly.

I led him into the room I had booked. Although it was our first meeting, because of our friendship, we exchanged pleasantries
for a while, and I learned his name was Mr. Wu. We quickly became familiar with each other, like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years,
and had endless things to talk about. Around 10:00, I saw it was time for dinner, so I took him
to the restaurant. A waiter led us to the private room I had reserved. I had originally wanted to invite some friends to join us for drinks, but
Mr. Wu refused, saying he didn't drink and was afraid of the situation of having a table full of people with him.
He preferred it to be just the two of us. So I went along with his wishes, and the large private room was just the two of us. With
Mr. Wu 's permission, we returned some extra dishes, leaving six dishes and a hot pot, of course, our local delicacies.

Everyone drinks here, and after a few drinks, Mr. Wu became more talkative, especially when
the waiter came in to bring the food. The way he looked at people—even a fool could see he was a lecherous old man. Seeing this, I
quickly went up to him and said, "We live in an open city. If you have any thoughts, just tell me
. Don't be shy."

His face was flushed, and he looked lecherous. He moved his chair closer to me,
saying he'd heard we were in Anhui's red-light district. Of course, we don't have any good industry here; we rely
entirely on tourism. The government has to turn a blind eye to it to boost the economy; it's practically tacit. Mr.
Wu laughed heartily, saying he'd lost his hair and looked a bit older, but his heart wasn't old at all—he was only 56
this year . I thought to myself, 56 isn't old? Haha, but of course I didn't say it aloud. Perhaps
he noticed my expression hadn't changed, and then modestly said he was older than us.

After a few rounds of drinks, Mr. Wu became more talkative, his face even redder, and his words became increasingly inappropriate. I saw he
'd had enough, so I didn't urge him to drink more. The two of us chatted freely and without restraint in the private room.

From his words, his purpose for coming here was clearly revealed: besides a little business,
another purpose was "women."

Immediately, I called the wife of one of my friends, who was the owner of a beauty salon, and
told her our room number (I don't like prostitutes, but I can't do without them for my business. These days, whether they are
officials or rich, after drinking, this is the thing. For the sake of my work, I have to maintain a certain relationship with them
). Mr. Wu seemed even more excited and hurriedly ate some of the fruit that was brought to him before heading to the room.

I followed him into the room, and less than ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. I quickly opened the door, and a young
, beautiful woman with heavy makeup appeared. Before she even entered, a cheap perfume wafted into my
nose. I frowned; I've never had a good impression of these women, and this woman's
flamboyant me more repulsed. However, for Mr. Wu's sake, I welcomed her in. Surprisingly, this guy
had quite the taste. He didn't even open his eyes, just waved me off, indicating he wasn't interested and told me to find someone else.
I immediately called several other women, but they were either unattractive or had unattractive figures. Although I was
annoyed , I didn't show it to avoid being impolite. Just when I was at my wit's end, that
clueless Mr. Wu said something like this... He said he was from Liaoning and had long heard that the Jiangnan region was famous for its beautiful women.
He had specifically requested to come on this business trip, hoping to find traces of Emperor Qianlong. However, all he found were vulgar and common women. Seeing his
disappointed look, I quickly explained that most of the women here were from Jiangxi.
All the beautiful women from Jiangnan had gone south. I said I would accompany him to our small town tomorrow so he could experience the real Jiangnan
women and the local customs. Hearing this, his previously squinted eyes suddenly lit up with a strange light.
He gripped my hand tightly and repeatedly begged me to find him another one. He said he would pay double if he was satisfied. I said
it wasn't about the money. The problem was that all the young and open-minded women here had gone to other places to work as prostitutes. Most of the women left at
home were honest and respectable young wives.

Before I could finish speaking, his eyes widened even more, and he exclaimed repeatedly, "Young married women are great! He loves young married women the most!" He
almost knelt down as he spoke, which really stumped me. My mind started scanning through various options, but I quickly
dismissed them all; I felt they were all impossible. Just when I was at my wit's end, suddenly, a brilliant idea
popped into my head.

Ever since my wife, under my tutelage, had a wife-swapping and threesome experience, she had gradually developed a certain
understanding of sex. She no longer saw it as a task, but as an enjoyment. After the passion subsided, I had many fantasies
, such as finding a client to have sex with my wife, or having three or four men gang-rape her, etc. Maybe today would be the perfect opportunity.
This was a great opportunity. Anyway, Mr. Wu didn't know my wife. After the idea came to me, I quickly told Mr. Wu. Of course, I
didn't tell him that I was looking for my wife for him. Instead, I told him that she was my mistress, whose husband
worked in another city all year round, and she and her son lived at home. They weren't well-off, and I often helped them out. I said that
if I gave her money, she might come. After hearing what I said, he seemed to see a glimmer of hope. He even called me "brother" and said that if I did a good job
, he wouldn't treat her and me badly.

Seeing his sincerity, I picked up the phone without hesitation and went outside.
There were many things I couldn't say in front of Mr. Wu, and my wife initially refused, saying it wouldn't be good if people saw us at the hotel.
I said no one would suspect anything if I came with her, and besides, he was introduced by friends in Wuhu; he was
the boss . She hesitated for a moment, then finally agreed, saying she'd come after putting the child to sleep. I was overjoyed. My
blood was rushing, my hormones were surging, and I felt inexplicably excited. I didn't need all the tedious online verification and time;
watching my wife accept the caresses of a complete stranger again—that restless feeling was something only those of us
in the same boat could understand.

When I told Mr. Wu the result, he was so happy, calling me "brother" this and "brother" that he treated me like a
close friend. I thought to myself: we're not just brothers anymore, we're about to become brothers-in-law, haha.

However, even though my wife had agreed, I still repeatedly reminded Mr. Wu not to be rude and not to
do anything he didn't want to do.

Look at him, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice. I'm saying this because I'm afraid he'll treat my wife like a prostitute
, doing whatever he wants to her, and his rough actions might hurt her.

Just after nine o'clock, my wife called, saying our son was already asleep and asked me to pick her up.
Without saying a word rode my motorcycle home. My wife was already waiting there. I nodded in satisfaction and
set off with her. It was less than fifteen minutes from my house to the hotel. I said a lot of nice things to my wife on the way and
introduced her to Mr. Wu, trying to prevent her from being embarrassed by the fact that he was an older man, even though I know my wife
likes older men.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Mr. Wu, of course, opened the door. As I pushed my wife in front of him, I noticed his
eyes lingered. He was so stunned that he forgot to let us in, and I had to pat
him on the shoulder to snap him out of it. He then very attentively welcomed my wife and me into the room. My wife walked in front, and he followed closely behind,
his eyes never leaving her buttocks. To be honest, my wife's most alluring feature was her lower body, especially
today, as she wore white tight pants that accentuated her round buttocks, showcasing her seductive
charm. While observing my wife's body, he secretly gave me a thumbs-up. My
wife a good presence among her peers, and in front of a middle-aged man,
her 1.64-meter height, 54-kilogram slender figure, and well-dressed appearance made her even more elegant and graceful
. How could that old man not be tempted? As soon as we entered, my wife plopped down on the bed. The old man was even
faster than me, immediately sitting down next to her. I, however, sat down on the sofa opposite them. My wife tried to get up,
but I stopped her with a look. As soon as she sat down, the lecherous old man
leered at her and moved closer. My wife moved away shyly, but he moved closer again. Finally, she was forced to the headboard before she stopped moving.
At that moment, Mr. Wu grabbed my wife's waist. My wife cleverly broke free from Mr. Wu, got off the bed,
and sat on the chair next to me. I sensed something was wrong. Mr. Wu's face was even redder from drinking, and he seemed very embarrassed.
I quickly stepped in to smooth things over. I took my wife's hand and personally handed her over to Mr. Wu,
introducing them to each other. Mr. Wu seized the opportunity and pulled my wife back onto the bed. My wife followed his lead and
sat down next to him.

The old man started getting restless. He grabbed my wife's hand and wouldn't let go, while his other arm encircled
her waist. His ingratiating face was almost pressed against hers; perhaps
reeking of alcohol, my wife frowned and turned her face away, avoiding his advances.

Blinded by lust, this seemingly refined old man was completely oblivious to his indecent behavior,
assuming my presence was what made the woman in front of him hesitant to commit further. He gradually made it clear he wanted me
to leave .

In this situation, of course, I should leave. In his mind, he had hired a prostitute,
a he could have sex with for money, not what we call a threesome.

But did I go to all this trouble to bring my wife here just for his money? Wrong! My purpose is probably clearer to
everyone than I am, so I won't elaborate. However, in this situation, I still need to keep up the act and not let him
suspect anything. With that in mind, I got up to say goodbye. As expected, he answered decisively, showing no
intention of stopping me. He quickly stood up, grabbed my hand, and led me to the door. I cursed this ungrateful
bastard in my heart. Seeing that we were almost at the door, I had no choice but to look to my wife for help. My wife, of course, understood
what I wanted, so she slung her bag over her shoulder and came to the door as well, saying she wanted to come with me because she was afraid to go alone.

How could Mr. Wu bear to let the beauty in front of him leave him? He grabbed her hand and refused
to let go , looking all ingratiating and fawning, as if he had never seen a woman before. I found it all quite amusing.

My wife's performance was perfectly timed and natural, keeping me there. Seeing the time was right, I
closed the door and went back to the room. I patted Mr. Wu on the shoulder and told him not to let my presence ruin their
fun. I told him not to worry, I'd watch TV and sleep, and they could have their fun. I added that if I left, she'd
leave too, and he'd have nothing to do.

Seeing my wife's resolute attitude, Mr. Wu had no choice but to give in. He
kept praising me as a good friend and brother, asking if it was okay for his sister-in-law to stay out all night, and repeatedly insisting
I call home to ask my wife for leave. He never dreamed that the woman he was about to have sex with
was his sister-in-law.

I saw my wife covering her mouth and secretly laughing. I wanted to laugh too, but I held it in. I told him to take a shower and I
'd call home. He said okay, and soon he was naked.

Like all middle-aged men, he had a lot of bloated fat on his body. Under his grayish-white underwear
was his penis,
the shape of which was still unknown. Although it was not exposed, you could see that it was curled up in a ball.

Wearing shorts, he went into the bathroom, and soon the sounds of water and off-key tunes came from inside.

I pretended to call my "wife" at home loudly

, and she secretly laughed beside me. I grabbed her breasts through her clothes and gently kneaded
them
. She chuckled softly, trying not to make a sound. Her thick padded bra covered her small breasts, and there was no fleshy feel at all through the clothes. I simply abandoned her breasts and
moved my hand to her sexy vulva. Although my wife's upper body was slender, her lower body was very fleshy,
especially her vulva. When she lay naked, it looked like a small steamed bun, very sexy.

I placed my whole palm on her vulva, hooking my middle finger between her labia, feeling
the fleshy texture of the spongy tissue. My wife was probably aroused by my teasing and leaned against my shoulder coquettishly.

Before we could make any further moves, the water in the bathroom stopped. I
quickly returned to the sofa; I didn't want that guy to realize we were a real couple. My wife seemed
to understand, pretending nothing had happened and intently watching TV. We had barely settled in when
that guy came out shirtless, only a towel covering his buttocks.
Sure . As he leered at my wife, I
could see his large, round testicles and the shadow of his genitals peeking out from under the towel in the dim light.

This guy was probably really impatient; before he was even seated, his hands were already wandering. Soon,
Mr. Wu found where he wanted to touch; through her clothes, her breasts, covered in foam, were completely
covered by his large hand.

A faint blush rose on my wife's fair face; I couldn't tell if it was excitement or shyness.

Although my wife had flirted with other men in front of me more than once, this man was
a complete stranger, someone I'd never even spoken to before, let alone an elderly man. The scene resembled
a transaction between a client and a prostitute.

My wife desperately tried to avoid the old man's hands, her eyes constantly glancing at me. The clever Mr. Wu assumed
my presence was preventing the woman from being open, so he subtly tried to signal me to go take
a shower . This small gesture, of course, didn't escape my wife's notice. Before I could react, she rushed
into the bathroom and locked the door, leaving Mr. Wu and me staring at each other blankly. After a moment, we both
burst into laughter, unsure whether we were laughing at my wife's embarrassment or her awkwardness.
Neither of us knew what the other was laughing at; we just exchanged knowing smiles.

My wife went into the bathroom, and Mr. Wu

lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, in a "V" shape. His genitals were now fully exposed to me. I secretly glanced at his
genitals; they weren't fully erect, and I guessed they couldn't be that big. But
his testicles were huge, definitely full of ammunition. My wife was going to have a good time today. When I asked him again
what he thought of the woman in front of me, the lecherous old man gave me a thumbs up, praising her repeatedly. He said that this
was the kind of woman he liked best. Although she was a bit thin, she looked slender and very nice. It was rare to find such a decent
woman . He said it was my good fortune to meet her today. He also said that if things went well, he would definitely
thank me properly.

A moment later, the sound of water came from the bathroom. We all knew my wife had undressed and started showering
. Now, Mr. Wu started getting restless. He sat up abruptly. I knew what he wanted,
so I gave him a hint. Encouraged by me, he
reached the bathroom door with a speed that even we young men couldn't match. He squatted down and peeked through the vent under the door. I could already
imagine my wife's naked body completely exposed to his retina. Gradually, I noticed
Mr. Wu's penis slowly becoming erect, restlessly rising from under the towel.

I can guarantee that no man has ever seen my wife without getting excited, and from this angle,
he could see my wife's long legs and sexy genitals.

At this point, Mr. Wu seemed to get tired of squatting, so he sat down on the floor to admire himself, while simultaneously stroking
his own genitals. He was now completely aroused; his penis was fully erect. I estimated it to be
about a third smaller than mine, roughly the size of an underdeveloped boy's penis.

About fifteen minutes later, the sound of water stopped. Mr. Wu quickly tidied up and returned to bed, pretending
to watch TV. The bathroom door opened, and my wife appeared before us, still fully dressed.
Mr. Wu and I were both a little disappointed. I secretly rolled my eyes at my wife; she understood what I meant, smiled faintly, and
sat down on the sofa next to me. I knew she didn't like this complete stranger, especially since he was
a half-baked old man. She was only doing this for my sake.

At this moment, my wife was even more beautiful, her flushed face like a beauty after a bath, making the old man stare in a
daze. To get my wife into character sooner, and so the old man could enjoy my tender wife sooner, I
suggested that I take a shower too. Mr. Wu nodded happily when he heard I wanted to take a shower, but my wife held onto me, not letting me leave. I
got up, took her hand, and gently patted the back of her hand, as if giving her some kind of encouragement, before letting me
leave .

I hummed a little tune in the bathroom, trying to reassure my wife that I was right beside her, while my mind wandered to
the spring scenery outside. The shower ended quickly, and I hesitated to leave. It was unbearably hot
inside . When I finally opened the door, the room was already filled with the sight of spring. Mr. Wu was
completely naked, and my wife's almost naked body was fully exposed to my view. Only her
milky-white panties stood like loyal guards, tightly covering her mysterious genitals, protecting
her last bastion. The old lecher greedily admired her graceful figure.

Mr. Wu's lecherous hands were already caressing my wife's delicate nipples, his fingers teasing her slightly upturned
nipples . Unlike some clients who roughly ravage her breasts,
the old man caressed her like a lover, letting her experience his skillful touch.

It must be admitted that this old man was a master of flirting. He first gently rubbed her breasts in a circular motion, his fingertips occasionally
flicking at her delicate nipples, and sometimes he would gently pinch and knead her breasts with his fingers.

I could sense my wife's unease; I knew she was starting to get aroused. Her nipples were the most
sensitive part of her body, the part most easily captured by a man.

The old man's mouth wasn't idle either, slowly licking down from his wife's face to her breasts. He approached her
breasts , but didn't immediately assault them. Instead, he licked from the outside,
then moved to her armpits, crawling down her flat stomach, and then approached her breasts again. Like a snake, he slowly circled her nipples
from the outside in , his tongue teasing her tender nipples instead of his fingertips. He slowly lowered his head,
taking her nipple into his mouth, greedily sucking on her breast like a baby. His left hand, now replaced by his mouth, gently
slid over his wife's body.

My wife's body began to tremble slightly in front of the strange man. Mr. Wu's hands no longer roamed aimlessly, but
lingered on my wife's long, white thighs, stroking them back and forth along the inner and outer sides. Occasionally, he would intentionally or unintentionally
touch the tight area between her buttocks and pubic bone, as if exploring my wife's primal erogenous zone, a
primal point that could arouse a woman's desire.

I knew exactly where her primal point was. My wife was actually a very simple and innocent woman, and also
a woman with a very concentrated number of sensitive areas. Any man could easily find her sensitive areas,
let alone this old fox. The old man's hand had already reached my wife's flat lower abdomen, caressing her smooth and delicate belly,
slipping inside her panties, and probing towards my wife's hidden pubic area.

The loyal guard could not resist the powerful intruder; the iron hoof smoothly trampled the tender grass, then
strolled leisurely among the flowers.

My aroused wife slightly opened her legs, ready to allow the stranger's shameless and erotic fingers to invade.

My wife's panties were pulled down, all obstacles were removed, and her mysterious triangle area
was now in the old lecher's view. Her cheeks were flushed, and her skin was a fair and rosy color,
like a freshly peeled egg. Her nipples were erect, and her areolas had changed from dark red to
pink . She looked so harmonious, even, and beautiful, without a single flaw, like a perfect
work of art.

Today's threesome was different from usual. In a threesome, I could stand by and help another man
tease and play with his wife, but today I could only sit like an outsider, watching those tasteless TV dramas,
as if the woman on the bed had nothing to do with me, letting this transaction between prostitute and client proceed normally.
Although I was already excited inside, and my lower body was beginning to swell and become engorged, I still pretended to be very calm on the surface.

Over there, Mr. Wu, who had been impatiently waiting, was already straddling my wife. His fully erect
penis slowly approached her vaginal opening, the tip of the glans penetrating the thick, dark forest. The naked
, unfamiliar penis directly attacked my wife's equally naked honey source. The small penis easily slipped into my wife's
overflowing vagina. Her labia were being constantly squeezed and prodded by a strange genital, and her vagina was seeping fluids uncontrollably.
The old man's ugly glans squeezed the tender flesh, and the unfamiliar male's angular penis ravaged my wife's tight
vagina like a fleshy snake. My mature and beautiful wife no longer felt any shyness. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes tightly
closed, and she tried to control her heavy breathing, but the sweet impact was inescapable, and the dream continued.

The old man's buttocks had already begun to move back and forth. I suddenly remembered to ask Mr. Wu to use a condom.

I asked them to use condoms not because I was afraid my wife would get pregnant from her IUD, but to prevent
the spread of sexually transmitted diseases and to prevent the old man's dirty fluids from remaining inside my wife.

I looked at my wife with loving eyes, and mustered my courage to
hand Mr. Wu a box of small condoms that I had prepared on the way. Mr. Wu, who was in the middle of an arousal, hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly
pulled his penis out of my wife's vagina, put on the smallest condom. Of course, I knew in my heart that no
man liked that thin membrane, even my wife hated it.

The old man skillfully put on the condom and once again inserted that unfamiliar sex toy into my wife's body.

The old man's glans began to go in and out of my wife's vagina, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, savoring
the pleasure of the tender flesh clenching and rubbing against her. Perhaps it was because the old man hadn't been with a woman in a long time, or perhaps it was because my wife's small
vulva gave him a greater sense of friction, but in less than ten minutes, the old man let out a loud groan and lay motionless on my wife like a dead pig .
My wife hadn't even had a chance to experience orgasm before being abandoned by this useless old man
.

Mr. Wu went into the bathroom. My heart was filled with love. I went over and embraced my wife's naked body. She was still in
the same position as when we had intercourse,

lying on her back in a "spread-eagle" shape. Her pubic hair was wet, and her pink vaginal opening had turned
dark red from the stimulation. Her slightly open vaginal opening revealed the outer walls of her vagina. My wife, still unsatisfied, thought that I would do what we do in a threesome
, where when the first man doesn't satisfy her, the second man will fill the void in her
vagina, taking turns to give her more pleasure.

I didn't do what I usually did, taking off my clothes and penetrating her to give her the orgasm she hadn't yet achieved. Instead, I sat beside her, fully
clothed , and rubbed her wet clitoris to ease her emptiness.

Mr. Wu, who looked like a fat pig, probably just washed his genitals briefly and returned quickly. He
went back to and, seeing me touching the woman he had just slept with, just smiled faintly, showing no
intention of inviting me to join in. Actually, I didn't intend to join either; if I did, it would become a threesome, defeating the
purpose of today's plan and preventing me from experiencing the pleasure of having my wife as a prostitute.

When the old man returned to my wife's side, I quickly lay down on the other bed. My wife
turned , lying on her side, revealing her curvaceous, smooth waist. My naked wife was back
beside the old lecher.

Mr. Wu's penis had completely shrunk, lying in the thick pubic hair, only a small, dark red glans visible;
it was almost invisible unless you looked closely.

He lay down naked next to his wife, turned around, and pulled her into his arms, intending to kiss her. His wife struggled to
resist, but the old man didn't force her. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her upper body, letting her lie in his plump
embrace. His left arm reached under her neck and grasped one of her breasts, while his other hand roamed over her body
. After a while, perhaps sensing he wouldn't do anything more, his wife got up to put on her clothes.
Before I could even get up, Mr. Wu pinned me down again, his fat buttocks straddling my wife's lap, his enormous
testicles pressing against her pubic hair. He grabbed her wrists, opened his mouth wide, and shoved her entire right breast
into it. My wife

let out a soft "Oh," and her struggling body went limp, continuing to enjoy the pleasure her nipple was giving her.
Mr. Wu pulled my wife's hand over and began to stroke his limp penis. Under my wife's ministrations, his limp penis began
to react again, though not fully erect, but much larger than before. I don't know if it was this old man
's highly developed sexual function or my wife's skill in stimulating her genitals.

Two pale figures rolled, laughed, and flirted on one single bed, while I, on the other bed,
leisurely enjoyed their spectacular performance and the tasteless television.

After more than forty minutes, Mr. Wu finally managed to insert his not-yet-fully-erect penis into my
wife's vagina and began moving on her body again. My wife, with her eyes closed, began to
enjoy the second round of sex. Although the first time hadn't given her any sensation, I thought the old man would definitely give her
an . My wife, with her eyes half-closed in a seductive manner, tightly hooked her arms around the old man's neck, her buttocks constantly
rising and falling to meet his thrusts. I knew my wife's orgasm was about to come. At this moment, I could no longer resist the temptation of the beautiful scene. I jumped out of
bed and went to the foot of the bed, watching the two genitals unite. This was
the scene I had always dreamed of. Mr. Wu's penis was rapidly moving in and out of my wife's vagina, and the speed was getting faster and faster. My wife's vulva
began to make "splashing"

sounds of lustful fluid. His thighs and testicles were hitting my wife's buttocks and vulva, making crisp "
slapping " sounds.

As his rhythm changed from fast to slow, my wife made dreamlike sounds.

The old man's penis thrust faster and harder into his wife's vagina. Her genitals were covered in
her secretions, her swollen labia tightly gripping his penis. With each thrust, he pulled in and
pushed out. I knew my wife was about to climax. I stared intently at her genitals, hoping to
witness the spectacular moment of her orgasm. My wife spread her legs wide, desperately trying to lift them higher. Suddenly,
she let out a soft "Oh!" from the other end of the bed

. I saw her tremble all over, her perineum twitching rhythmically. Mr. Wu had also
sensed his wife's orgasm, lying motionless on top of her, fully enjoying the
contracting .

A minute or two later, my wife seemed to calm down. Mr. Wu withdrew his penis and returned it
between her legs, spreading them apart with his hands. He examined her genitals closely. I looked too; they were already
red, and her vagina had opened to reveal a small opening, about a quarter the size of a fingernail, filled with glistening fluid.

Exhausted, Mr. Wu lay on his back on the bed, seemingly struggling. He pulled his wife onto him, and
she obediently climbed on top of him. She unwrapped a clean condom, skillfully put it on him, and then,
supporting small penis, sat down. The entire penis quickly disappeared before my eyes, fully inserted into my wife's vagina.
Then, my wife began to move up and down, Mr. Wu's legs straightening, his buttocks moving in sync with her movements. He grasped my wife's breasts
with , and my wife's lower body moved rapidly, vigorously stimulating the old man. I knew she
wanted him to ejaculate as soon as possible so she could rest. The old man's penis pounded and thrust forcefully into my wife's vagina like a pile driver
.

After his first climax, this time he seemed unhurried. His wife struggled to move him, taking several breaks
along the way . Finally, she looked to me for help. I gestured for her to squat, and she
immediately understood. Sometimes when I couldn't ejaculate, I would have her use this position. In this
position the woman's thighs exert force, making her vagina much tighter than usual. No man could resist surrendering in this position.

Realizing what was happening, his wife quickly squatted down, forcefully clamping the old man's penis between her legs. The old man greedily watched his penis
move in and out of his wife's vagina, his hands never leaving her breasts. He continued to thrust his hips upwards, and
when his wife lowered her hips, he would meet her thrusts. His wife's pace increased, and the old man could no longer
hold on. He opened his mouth
wide and screamed as if crying. Then, his lower body pressed tightly between his wife's legs, his penis fully inserted into her vagina, and he ejaculated a large amount of semen. The semen went into
the condom , and my wife, like a deflated balloon, lay on top of the old man for a few seconds before getting
up. Her limp penis, still attached to the condom, had already slipped out. At this point, my wife didn't care about anything anymore;
she sat on my lap, hugged me, and pressed her flushed face against my neck, kissing me passionately. I caressed
her; her orgasmic excitement continued. Her nipples were still erect, her hardened clitoris still protruding from her labia
, and the constant flow of vaginal fluid made my pants sticky.

As Mr. Wu hurriedly pulled down the condom to go into the bathroom, I glanced at his semi-erect penis. His pubic hair
was covered in my wife's vaginal fluid, and his penis was covered in his own semen. Seeing me looking at him, he embarrassedly
invited my wife to wash first. My wife wanted me to help her wash, but I suggested we all wash together.

I took off my clothes and went into the bathroom with them. He knelt down and used the showerhead to wash my wife's genitals,
gently stroking her pubic hair and labia. He even carefully parted her labia to clean inside. I washed her upper body,
but seeing my wife in the mirror, I noticed she looked incredibly sexy under the caresses of the two men. My penis remained erect, pressing tightly
against her buttocks.

He knelt below my wife, turned the showerhead to its maximum, and sprayed water onto her genitals. The water washed over
her labia, clitoris, and vaginal opening, arousing her again. He caressed her for a while and then kissed
her genitals. My wife went limp, turned around, and hugged me, her other hand gripping my penis and stroking it. I
couldn't take it anymore. I turned off the shower, took my wife back to the room, and he followed.

I lay on the bed, my wife kneeling beside me giving me oral sex, while he knelt below the bed kissing her buttocks.

After a while, I had my wife stay in the same position, then moved behind her and had him lie on the bed, wanting her to
give him oral sex. Instead, she laid her face on his large belly, sticking her buttocks high,
allowing me to penetrate her vagina from behind.

The thrill of watching my wife being played with quickly brought me to orgasm, and I ejaculated thick semen
into her vagina.

When my wife lay limp and weak on the bed after being fucked, I pulled out my penis and helped her wipe the semen
clean . Just as I finished, the old lecher carried her to his bed. At that moment, my wife didn't want to move anymore.

That night, my wife slept next to that man. The next morning, I was woken up by their murmuring.
I pretended to be asleep, but listened intently to what they were saying. It turned out that Mr. Wu wanted to do it again early that morning.
My wife covered her genitals to stop him, saying she had to get up for work. The old man laughed and grabbed her hand, not letting her leave,
saying he only needed two minutes, without ejaculating. Seeing how hard he was going, my wife reluctantly agreed. He grinned foolishly and pressed down
on my wife, holding his half-erect penis against the entrance of her vagina. He slowly tried
to insert it.

Because his penis wasn't fully erect, it wasn't easy to insert. My wife used her hand to pry open the
entrance, allowing him to barely insert it. Then, my wife softly told him she only needed two minutes.

After a few thrusts, he said two minutes was no problem, and asked his wife to count to 120. He would stop once he reached
120.

His wife started counting his thrusts very carefully and gently, counting each time he went in and out
. He quickly stopped, saying that each thrust and withdrawal only counted once.

His wife smiled and nodded in agreement. I thought it was fun, so I secretly opened my eyes a crack to watch them play.
The old man was cunning, slowly inserting and then slowly withdrawing. Because he was so slow, his wife had to
count slowly too. His penis became fully erect after only a few thrusts. Perhaps he had worked too hard last night and
didn't want to ejaculate today. When his wife counted to 120, he quickly thrust a few times and
pulled out. His shiny penis, covered in his wife's vaginal fluid, looked even more dazzling in the morning sunlight. His wife
got up without waking me, quickly washed herself in the bathroom, and got dressed. Her workplace
has strict rules; being late results in a deduction in pay. I didn't want her to waste any more time, so I let her be.

Seeing my wife was about to leave, Mr. Wu quickly woke me up, took out a wad of cash, pulled out about five bills, and
handed them to me, asking me to pay for my wife's overnight stay. I pulled out two bills and returned them to Mr. Wu.
These days, an overnight stay for a prostitute only costs 300 yuan. Mr. Wu is my friend's boss, and I didn't want him to say we weren't being
fair. The money had to be paid according to the rules, otherwise I would be letting my friend down. When I handed the money to my wife, she didn't
want it. I quickly gave her a wink, and she understood and took it, putting it in her bag. Mr. Wu didn't take back
the two hundred yuan I had returned to him; instead, he tried to stuff it into my pocket. Of course, I wouldn't take his money; that would make
my friend look down on me! I tried to return the money to him, but he said it was a small token of his appreciation for me buying cigarettes
. We went back and forth, and finally, I gave one bill to my wife and the rest back to him.
Seeing my insistence, Mr. Wu didn't press the matter further, patting me on the shoulder and praising my loyalty.
Little did he know, the prostitute he'd spent the night with was my wife.

That evening, Mr. Wu left. That old guy wasn't there for business; I think he was just after the woman
. Before leaving, he kept praising my efficiency and sincerely invited me to his place, bringing
the woman from the night before. How could I dare? My friends in Wuhu all know my wife; everything
would be exposed.

When my wife came home that night, carrying bags and bags of things, she acted as if nothing had happened,
excitedly telling me she'd spent all her earnings from the night before. I said, "So what if you spent it? I don't want to spend your
money from selling your body. As long as you're happy."

[The End]

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