Fornication Convention

A slutty party
? My wife Mimi, though an adult, has absolutely no concept of the value and use of money, like a child. She knows nothing about the hardship of earning money, nor how to plan her spending or manage her finances. After several years of trying to educate her without success, I was forced to take drastic measures to protect our assets from bankruptcy. I first canceled her credit cards, then closed our jointly managed checking and savings accounts.
This inevitably provoked her protests, and she questioned me, "How am I supposed to have money to spend?"
I simply replied that she should find a job and then learn how to use her hard-earned money effectively.
Her complaints, tantrums, pouting, and even tantrums were all ineffective, so she finally had to go out and find a job.
She found a job as a cocktail hostess at a bar in a bustling downtown area. Initially, I didn't know she had taken such a job—she told me she worked as a cleaner in an office building, starting work after everyone else had left—but the bar owner who hired her was a good friend of mine.
The man's name was Dari, and he had served with me in the army. Five years after I was discharged, I ran into him by chance at a restaurant in the city, and our friendship was rekindled. We often met to chat, eat, and drink together.
Mimi had never met Dari, but Dari had seen many of Mimi's photos, which she had sent me when we were serving overseas. So, when Mimi walked into his office on her first day of work, he recognized her. He gave her a work form to fill out, then walked out of the office and called me. "Hey, why is Mimi working here?"
"Oh, is there some reason she can't work for you?"
"Well, something like that."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's like this: the hostesses here have to wear revealing, sexy clothes and red high heels. We require each hostess to showcase their sexy beauty and figure to customers so we can bring in more business." "
Of course, a beautiful and sexy woman like Mimi working as a hostess would definitely be very popular with customers, but she would also definitely face more sexual harassment. I don't know how strong your marriage is, my old friend, but I've seen too many originally happy, very demure, respectable women turn into promiscuous sluts after working here for a while. If Mimi works here, she'll definitely get a lot of tips, but working in this place might have a corrupting effect on some people's marriages." "
But, working for you, at least she'll receive your attention, right?"
“I can only look after her for a limited time, my old friend. I usually finish work at 7 p.m., and then one of my night shift managers oversees the entire lounge, which is when there are the most customers and when problems are most likely to occur. Of course, I could ask that night shift manager to look after Mimi for me, but that's not very reliable.”
“Do your best, my brother Dari. She doesn't have any skills or work experience, and it'll be hard for her to find decent work. At least working for you means I know where she is and what she's doing.”
And so, Mimi began her job. Every Friday, when Mimi got home, she would take out her pay purse, which contained $160—her pay for a week of cleaning work. I knew she earned much more than that, but what did it matter? I told her to look for work, and she did; how she handled her earnings was her own business. I would call Dari a few times a week to check on Mimi, and he would tell me everything was fine and I shouldn't worry.
“Of course, I mean there were no problems during my two hours on duty. Lenny, the night shift manager, also told me he would keep a close eye on Mimi, but he didn’t say anything about any problems,”
Dari told me on the phone.
Three months later, I called Dari, and he told me that he had heard Mimi seemed to have done something not so good; besides working as a hostess, she seemed to be engaging in prostitution.
“What do you mean by ‘prostitution’?”
I asked.
Dari explained that “prostitution” was actually a euphemism for “sex work.” As a regular prostitute, she would do anything for money, but girls who “prostitute” usually only worked with very familiar clients.
“But this might just be a rumor, my old friend. Maybe some girl saw how popular Mimi was with customers and was jealous, so she made up a rumor. I will keep a close eye on it, and I will let you know immediately if there is any news.”
I simply couldn’t believe that Mimi would have sex with other people for money, because we loved each other very much, and our sex life was very harmonious. Every time we made love, it was always passionate, intense, and exhilarating. I'm sure if she had sex with another man, she would have left some clues when she got home. So I started looking for signs that Mimi had sex with someone else behind my back.
But the problem was, she worked the night shift, and I was already asleep when she got off work, so I couldn't see anything unusual on her.
So I checked her clothes, but didn't find anything suspicious. Also, I didn't find any bite marks, hickeys, or anything like that on her neck, and our relationship was still good. So, I thought Dari might be right, and it was just a rumor.
But three days later, when I called Dari again, he said, "I'm so sorry, my old friend, I've let you down."
"What do you mean?" "
I didn't take good care of Mimi for you. She finally got corrupted by the environment here. It's not a rumor, she really did go prostitute herself."
Then he told me everything he had found out. That afternoon, he was determined to investigate and verify the rumor. He wanted to talk to the night shift manager, Lennie, again, so he went to Lennie's office. There, he found Lenny having sex with Mimi. Mimi was lying on the desk with her legs hoisted onto Lenny's shoulders, and he was fucking her hard.
Seeing Dari enter, Lenny angrily cursed, "Fuck! I think I locked the door!"
Dari said, "You did lock it, but I have the key. Have you forgotten?"
Lenny asked Dari to find a seat, saying he'd be done in a few minutes. Three minutes later, Lenny withdrew from Mimi's vagina and told her to get dressed and go back to work. After Mimi left, Dari said to Lennie, "I told you to take good care of her for me!"
"You did say that, and I tried my best. But one night, while she was with Paulson (one of the lounge's partners), he paid her $100 to masturbate him. Another time, I found out she took money from Paulson again, then gave him oral sex and had sex with him."
Furthermore, Paulson, McNeil, and Olson gang-raped her. You see, they're all investors in the lounge, how could I stop them? As far as I know, she's had sex with at least a few of them, and of course, me. When I found out about her, I thought, why don't I get a share? Dari, you have no idea how alluring her cunt is, it's impossible to resist. After Dari
told me everything that had happened, he said, “There’s nothing I can do now. I can’t fire her because she has Paulson backing her. As far as I know, Paulson also enjoys her with two other partners in the lounge, and she has more influence here than I do. If I fire her, the board will probably fire me.”
I told him that I knew it wasn’t his fault, thanked him for everything he had done for me, and then hung up.
That night, I didn't sleep, waiting for Mimi to come home. When she got home from work, she found it strange that I was still awake and asked if I was sick.
"I'm not sick, but I really want to have sex today. I've been waiting for you to have sex
with you." Actually, I wanted to get close to her body to see if there was anything unusual about her. I needed to find a way to deal with her without making her suspect that Dari had told me. Mimi didn't know about my relationship with Dari yet, so I could still get some information from him.
Hearing me say that, Mimi came over and sat on my lap, saying, "Then let's have some fun, darling. I really want to have sex today too."
In her passionate kisses, everything Dari had told me seemed to be confirmed. When our tongues intertwined, I tasted the semen in her mouth. I was familiar with that taste because after I ejaculated inside her, I always liked to lick her vulva, and that's what I tasted there.
After getting into bed, I noticed that her vagina was very wet, and there was still semen-like stuff flowing out. Undoubtedly, someone must have entered this secret place before me.
What I find difficult to talk about is that the sex that night was the most comfortable, satisfying, and enjoyable we'd had since we got married. It wasn't just her prostitution that excited me, but also the more forcefully I thrust into her, the more roughly I played with her, the wilder she became, giving me even more physical pleasure.
When I finally ejaculated and collapsed beside her, Mimi excitedly said, "Oh my god! You're amazing, my baby! We're going to do this often from now on. How about you wait for me to come home every day, starting today?"
The next day at work, I kept thinking about how to handle this.
For the next two weeks, I did indeed wait for Mimi to come home every night, and we would make love wildly before going to sleep. Although I saw this sex as punishment for her, she really enjoyed this rough approach and wanted more.
For example, we used to do anal sex a few times a month, but that required a lot of lubricant, and I had to use my fingers to dilate her anus for a long time before she would let my penis in. But that day, we were having sex like dogs. I thrust into her vagina from behind for a while, then pulled out my penis and, without any warning, inserted it into her anus.
Mimi screamed, her body trembling with pain, but I didn't stop. I kept grabbing her buttocks and thrusting harder, thinking, "Just you wait, you slut." But after only a few minutes, Mimi started begging me to go harder: "Don't stop, go harder, oh, my baby, please don't stop."
Two weeks passed quickly, but I still couldn't figure out how to deal with Mimi's prostitution. Sometimes I even wondered, is it really that serious? Mimi and I have a good relationship; our married life is very happy.
Since she started working, Mimi has become more caring, often using her earnings—of course, I know most of it comes from prostitution—to buy me gifts. I can't see any change in her love for me.
Of course, she's still lying to me, not telling me the truth about what she does for a living. But what should I do? I'm usually very busy with work, and Mimi doesn't work on weekends either. We just make love all the time at home, leaving me no time to seriously consider our situation.
On Monday, while I was working, this problem suddenly became clear. Now, what I need to figure out is whether Mimi still loves me; that's the key issue. I think she loves me, and she acts like she does, but does she really? I have to find out.
On Tuesday, I called Dari and asked him to meet me for lunch. During lunch, I told him, "I want you to seduce Mimi."
"What did you say!"
Dari looked at me in surprise.
"I want you to seduce Mimi and promise to have a relationship with her,"
I explained my idea and what I wanted to achieve.
"I know she's lying to me, she's prostituting herself, but if I can be sure she still loves me very much, I can continue living with her without caring about this. I think the only way to know if she still loves me and this family is to give her a chance to be in a relationship, to see if she'll date other men instead of just getting some sexual pleasure."
"Hmm, so how should I seduce her?" "
You caught her having sex with that night manager, so tell her you want to share her fairly too. If she refuses, tell her you know me; if she still refuses, tell me about her dirty secret. After you've slept with her a few times, tell her you're sorry for threatening and blackmailing her before, that you've actually fallen in love with her, and then see her reaction."
"You really want me to sleep with your wife?"
"Of course, at least I know it's my friend who got her, which is better than letting those bastards get her. This is different from her having sex with other men behind my back."
"Okay, my old friend, but if you get angry at me after I do it, I'll be in a really bad situation."
The next day, Dari demanded his share from Mimi, who angrily told him to go to hell. Then, Dari threatened her as planned, forcing her to finally give in. Right there on the desk where the night manager had sex with her, Dari also fucked her hard.
From then on, Dari called Mimi to his office every day to fuck her for a week straight. On Monday, when Mimi walked into the manager's office again, this time Dari didn't fuck her, but apologized.
Dari explained that he had forced her that time because he liked her a lot, and now he felt he had fallen in love with her.
Mimi generously accepted his apology, telling him she didn't care that he had hurt her before. She said she was going to work, and if he didn't want to fuck her that day, she would leave.
For the next two weeks, nothing changed. The first thing Dari did every day at work was to call Mimi to his office for sex. Later, Dari invited Mimi out for dinner, then they went to a hotel and made love to her for the first time. From then on, they went to a hotel every Monday and Thursday. She always said she wasn't available on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, which we figured belonged to Paulson.
Finally, one day Dari called me and said he had good news and bad news.
"The good news is, I'm 100% sure she loves you very, very much. I've tried to confess my love to her many times, but she always says we're just friends. She says she only loves you and has never thought of leaving you." "
And the bad news?"
I asked.
"I'm afraid I've fallen in love with her,"
Dari said dejectedly.
Oh, damn it! I suddenly remembered a line: "This bizarre mess is entirely of our own making."
I thought, I might have been wrong about this whole thing from the very beginning.
Dari called on Wednesday. I decided to confront her over the weekend when neither of us was working, so we could have two days to talk things over and discuss whether our relationship should continue or end. From the time I hung up until Friday, I kept thinking about how to start this difficult conversation with Mimi. In the end, I decided to be direct; the more ambiguous things were, the more difficult it would be.
On Saturday morning, Mimi woke me up by sucking my penis. I pressed her down and fucked her again with my hard cock before getting up. When I went to shower, she knelt in front of me and washed my penis, making me hard again, so I fucked her again.
When we sat facing each other at the table eating breakfast, I said to her, "There's something I've never understood. You fuck so many men all day, how do you still have time to fuck me?"
Mimi's face turned pale when I said this. She wasn't prepared at all and was speechless. I continued, “I mean, you fuck Dari every day, and you also fuck Lennie, and then there’s Paulson and all his friends. I’m so surprised your pussy doesn’t hurt? How can you still go home and have sex with me so wildly? How do you do that?”
My words caught her off guard, and for a long time she didn’t know how to answer. Finally, she shrugged and said, “Maybe it’s because I really enjoy sex. The more I do it, the more I want to do it. I’m asking you, how did you find out all this?”
I told her about Dari, about how we had served in the same unit, and how he recognized her on her first day there and immediately called me. “Actually, from your first day at work, I knew what kind of work you did. Two months ago, I found out you were a prostitute.”
Hearing me say this, her face turned even redder, but she didn’t say a word, just sat there staring at me.
“Don’t you want to say anything to me?”
I asked.
She was silent for a moment, then said, "I didn't tell you about my job because I didn't want to argue with you about it. I was afraid you wouldn't approve of me wearing such sexy, revealing clothes among a bunch of lecherous men. That's why I said I did cleaning work." "
Then why did you become a prostitute?"
"You bastard! Don't call me that!"
"Why can't I call you that? Am I wrong? Don't you always call women who earn money by having sex with men 'prostitutes'?"
"Actually, that's not it."
"Not it? I know Paulson pays you, you masturbate for him, you give him oral sex, you have sex with him, and you've done the same for his friends McNeil and Olson. Isn't that what a prostitute does? Earning money by selling her body."
Mimi stood up angrily, cried, and ran out. I sat there watching her leave, not stopping her. Now she knew I had complete control over her situation; I just had to wait and see what she would do.
As I was changing the oil in the garage, Mimi walked in. "Okay, even if I'm a prostitute, what do you say we do now?"
she said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what do we do now?"
"That's entirely up to you, Mimi. It's your job, it's what you do at work, it's what you do with the people you meet there, so you should tell me."
"Tell me what?"
"Tell me what you're going to do."
"Damn it! Are you saying I should keep doing this?"
"No, no! You're a grown woman now, Mimi. You made the decisions that got us into this situation, so you have to decide how we get out of here."
After changing the oil, I got into the car, started the engine, backed it out of the garage, and drove around the neighborhood. I drove back into the garage, carefully checked for leaks, and checked the filter and drain hose. After that, I went back inside.
Mimi was sitting at the kitchen table drinking beer, so I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down opposite her. Mimi looked at me, then looked away, then back at me, and finally said, "I've decided to quit. I'll call them on Monday and tell them I'm not going to work." "
Why?"
"What 'why'?"
"Why are you quitting?"
"Isn't that what I have to do?"
"Why do you have to do that?"
"If I don't quit, how can I mend the rift between us?"
"Mending the rift? Is that what you want to do? Why?"
"Because I love you, I don't want to lose you."
"If you really love me, why did you lie to me?"
"I don't know, I really don't know. Maybe it's the thrill. I love sex so much, and the fact that I can earn money from sex makes it even more exciting. I don't think it hurts us; in fact, isn't our sex life more harmonious now?"
"So, you're telling me that if you had to choose between your job and me, you'd choose me, right?"
"Yes, of course."
"If you had to choose between me and Lenny, Paulson, McNeil, and Olson, you'd still choose me, right?"
"Yes."
"So, what if you had to choose between me and Dari?"
"Don't be silly, baby, I'll always choose you. Can't you see how much I love you?"
"Dari would be heartbroken to hear you say that; he's already fallen for you."
"I'm sorry, but I've already told him I like him like a friend. I only love you, and I won't leave you."
"One more question, please answer truthfully. If I hadn't discovered these things, would you still have continued?"
Mimi thought for a moment, then said, "Yes, I would have continued."
"Hmm, so if I forgive you for what you've done and let you continue being my wife, would you still be willing to give up your job and those extramarital sexual pleasures?"
"Yeah, you damn thing, why do you keep asking these damn questions? You know how much I love you."
"You love me, but you also like having sex with other men, right?"
Mimi looked down at the floor and said, "Yes, I love you, and I also like having sex with other men."
"Okay!"
"'Okay' what?"
"Okay, so that means you can continue having sex with other men."
Mimi looked up at me in shock. "You really don't care?"
"I don't care."
"If you really don't care, why were you questioning me so fiercely just now?"
“It’s because of trust, trust and love, darling. You lied to me, you deceived me, so I have to find out if you still love me. If you still love me, I can allow you to fuck other men. What I can’t accept is that you fuck other men because you don’t love me anymore.”
“Oh God, my baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you at all.”
Saying this, she stood up, walked around the table, and sat on my lap. “I’m yours, baby, no matter what happens, I’ll always be yours.”
“I’ll allow you to go out, but on one condition. You have to tell me the truth about who you went out with and what you did. I need to know all the details, and you have to find a way to make Dari happy.”
“Okay, I’ll go even crazier, and I’ll tell you everything in detail when I get home. I’ll bring them home so you can watch me fuck them, and you can join in if you want.”
That afternoon, the atmosphere at home was both warm and harmonious. We communicated very well, and all the problems were resolved. Around 5 PM, I called Dari and then told Mimi to take off all her clothes except for her high heels. Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang, and I told Mimi to open the door completely naked. When she opened the door, she saw Dari standing outside and screamed excitedly.
That night, I experienced my first threesome. I watched my lovely wife suck my intimate friend's penis, watching them fuck relentlessly until they were both too exhausted to get up. When I woke up the next morning, Dari and Mimi were fucking on another bed, going at it all day without having time to get dressed.
Now, four months have passed since that blissful weekend. In those four months, I've witnessed Mimi having sex with one to seven men. Sometimes I've been peeping from the closet, and sometimes I've been directly involved, sitting next to them watching several men gang rape my wife.
Mimi and Dari have had sex about as many times as she has with me; he spends almost every weekend with my wife and me. The first time I witnessed group sex was one day when I was hiding in the closet, and Mimi brought Paulson and his four friends to my house. That day, they fucked my wife all night long.

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