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My husband and I have been married for eight years and still don't have children. It's not that we don't like children, but I have a problem with my uterus that makes me infertile. My husband doesn't mind not having children; he's a selfish man who believes raising children is too much of a sacrifice, and the effort might not be rewarded. He thinks it's better to just enjoy our life as a couple.

My husband is naturally a womanizer and often has affairs after marriage, but he only seeks physical gratification and doesn't invest any emotional investment. I know he still loves me deeply.

I married my husband when I was twenty, young and beautiful, and my figure hasn't changed much over the years, still quite attractive to him.

However, my husband works in mainland China for extended periods, and being far away, he needs to satisfy his physical needs locally. He knows that if I find out he's having an affair, it will definitely affect our relationship, and our home will be in turmoil.

So, during the two years my husband was stationed in mainland China, he only frequented brothels. He believes that even if I knew he was using prostitutes, I wouldn't argue with him and would understand his situation. After the company's business in mainland China stabilized, my husband no longer needed to be stationed there permanently. He could travel between Hong Kong and

mainland China, spending half the month in Hong Kong. My happiness lasted only a few months before my husband said he'd found a way to earn extra money in mainland China, increasing our income. However, this meant less time at home; he was on the mainland five and a half days a week, only spending one and a half days in Hong Kong. While

my husband worked hard to earn money, I didn't benefit much. He was extravagant, spending more than he earned, and only gave me HK$5,000 a month for household expenses. After deducting rent and miscellaneous expenses for our public housing unit, I had very little left.

I didn't work outside the home, relying solely on my husband's allowance.

Actually, I married so young mainly because I didn't want to work; I thought finding a man to rely on would solve my financial problems. My husband married me after knowing me for only six months, attracted by my beauty, without considering whether our personalities were compatible. However, after many years of marriage, things have been relatively peaceful, with occasional minor arguments but never major fights.

Since my husband is away from Hong Kong most of the time, I feel quite bored. I often meet up with my friend Chan Ying for tea, and she accompanies me shopping to kill time.

Chanying was a prostitute, as I knew. Before we got married, Chanying and I were both promiscuous young women with decadent lifestyles. After I got married, we gradually lost contact. One day, we bumped into each other on the street and caught up, rekindling our friendship.

I poured out my heart to Chanying, telling her all my troubles, how boring my life was, how my husband was often away, and how painful it was when I needed sex.

After listening to me, Chanying half-jokingly suggested I "work as a prostitute," a way to relieve my sexual frustration and earn money at the same time—a win-win situation.

I actually agreed and seriously asked Chanying if she could introduce me to clients. I knew my husband was also having affairs and spending his money on other women. If he could do it, so could I; neither of us would lose out, and neither of us would owe the other anything. Besides, my husband wouldn't know if I worked as a prostitute.

At first, Chanying hesitated, not wanting to introduce me to clients, fearing that my husband would come after us if things got out. But after my repeated pleas, she finally agreed to help me, calling me whenever a customer came.

It was my first time working as a prostitute, and I was both nervous and excited. Although I had slept with other men in my youth, before meeting my husband, I was single then and didn't have to take responsibility for anyone. Now, my status was different; I was someone's wife, and working as a prostitute behind my husband's back

made me feel somewhat apprehensive. When I met my client, my excitement overcame my apprehension. He was a young man, seemingly refined, tall and imposing, with a friendly smile. He took me to a villa in Kowloon Tong.

This man claimed his surname was Lin, that he worked in an office, and that he preferred mature women, especially married women, whom he considered ideal partners in bed.

I didn't care his name or what he did; as long as he could make me happy in bed and paid me enough, I didn't care about anything else. I figured if we met on the street someday, we'd probably just pretend we weren't friends and wouldn't even exchange greetings.

The man surnamed Lin took off his clothes first. I was a little shy, so I turned my back to him before taking

off my own clothes. When I was down to my bra and panties, the man told me to turn around and face him. I lowered my head, not daring to look at him. The man approached me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me passionately. His strong arms held me tightly, my firm breasts pressed against his chest, and my breathing became rapid.

The man surnamed Lin teased my mouth with his tongue, arousing me to a fever pitch of desire. I felt a wave of emptiness in my lower body, my whole body went limp, and I longed for a thick, hard penis to penetrate my vagina and fill me up.

The man surnamed Lin threw me onto the bed. I felt my cheeks burning, and my vagina was leaking fluid. I quickly took off my thin panties to avoid getting them wet.

I unhooked my bra, completely naked. I glanced at the man surnamed Lin, who was also completely naked. His penis was throbbing and pointing upwards, growing longer and thicker. Judging by my naked eye, this man surnamed Lin's penis was about six or seven inches long, thicker and longer than my husband's.

My husband's penis was about five or six inches, already filling me completely. I was afraid I couldn't handle this man's huge thing, but I hadn't tasted a penis in so long that even the thickest penis would be willing to penetrate me to the point of death.

My husband used to make love to me every week when he came back to Hong Kong, but for the past two or three weeks, he had changed his behavior, making excuses and saying he wasn't feeling well, and hadn't made love to me, which made me very craving.

The man surnamed Lin climbed on top of me and rubbed my two firm breasts with his hands. My breasts were white and smooth, with soft and tender nipples at the top. The man surnamed Lin held my breasts and kneaded them for a few minutes, making me moan and groan. He then lowered his head and sucked on my nipples, his tongue flicking back and forth. I shuddered and moaned, pressing my hands against his head like a mother breastfeeding her baby.

The nipple in his mouth gradually hardened, and my vaginal discharge increased, soaking my thick pubic hair. I begged the man surnamed Lin to hurry up and insert himself.

The man surnamed Lin had licked enough; he held his erect penis, parted my wet pubic hair, aimed at my parted vulva, and thrust in.

My vagina was covered in slippery vaginal fluid, so although his penis was thick, it entered without difficulty, penetrating deeply and all the way to the hilt.

The large glans pressed against my cervix, grinding vigorously, and I cried out in pleasure, my moans and groans intermittent, soul-stirring and intoxicating. After the man surnamed Lin's large penis was inserted, he began to thrust in and out of my vagina.

A large amount of vaginal fluid flowed from my vagina, endlessly; my vaginal fluid was abundant, like a tap turned on, unstoppable.

He thrust rhythmically, slowly and deliberately, each stroke hitting my clitoris. His thick penis was like a pump, drawing my juices out. I twisted my waist violently, arching my hips to meet his thrusts.

After over a hundred thrusts, I gradually reached my climax, the sensations growing stronger.

The man surnamed Lin was incredibly stamina; he thrust relentlessly for over a hundred times, showing no signs of giving up, seemingly still full of energy. He completely controlled the situation.

I was completely lost in ecstasy, my mouth wide open, my eyes glazed over. I fantasized that the man in front of me was my husband, and I shamelessly cried out, "Ah...I...want...to...be...fucked...to...death...by...you!"

The man surnamed Lin worked tirelessly, his head down, thrusting deeply, the two genitals colliding with a slapping sound. His penis, moistened by my juices, seemed to swell slightly, making me even happier.

After two or three hundred thrusts, I finally collapsed completely, my state seemingly filled with agony. I gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, tilted my head back, and arched my entire upper body upwards. My vagina convulsed violently, clamping down hard on his large penis.

The man surnamed Lin's large penis, squeezed by my tight vagina, felt lightheaded, but was also on the verge of collapse.

I released my vaginal fluids, and my tense body finally relaxed. The man surnamed Lin felt a tingling sensation in his lower back and could no longer continue, ejaculating warm semen. Although he had ejaculated, the man surnamed Lin was still reluctant to pull his penis out of my vagina, keeping it immersed in the "human hot spring," savoring the sensation.

The man surnamed Lin had finished, and the transaction was complete, but my performance satisfied him. He asked for more, wanting to rest for a while before starting a second round, and said he would pay me extra.

I had a good impression of this man surnamed Lin, and I also wanted to enjoy it one more time, so I nodded in agreement.

Twenty minutes later, the man surnamed Lin came out of the bathroom, his penis clean and dry. He walked to the bed and asked me to suck his penis to restore his virility.

When my husband and I made love, I also gave him oral sex; my oral skills were quite proficient. I held his limp penis to my lips, opened my mouth, and took the glans in, slowly sucking and teasing the sensitive urethral opening with my tongue. Under the teasing touch of my wet tongue, the penis gradually came to life.

I saw his penis, as if inflated, go from soft to hard, filling my mouth.

The man surnamed Lin's penis finally rose again, and my mouth played with his penis, saliva coating the shaft as if it were coated with oil.

My mouth was skillful, sucking until the man surnamed Lin shouted with pleasure, pressing my head down with both hands. My

cunning tongue focused its firepower on the opening in the center of the glans, and the man surnamed Lin couldn't hold back, ejaculating in my mouth.

A thick stream of semen shot straight into my mouth, like a warm current flowing into my throat. I wanted to spit it out, but my mouth was stuffed with his penis, so I couldn't spit it out and swallowed some of the semen.

Although the man surnamed Lin ejaculated without penetrating my vagina, he still counted, because he was satisfied with my service, and he still paid for the second time.

My first stint as a prostitute went smoothly, and I profited handsomely, satisfying my physical needs and even making some money.

My husband never imagined I would be working as a prostitute behind his back, continuing his philandering ways, hunting for women in mainland China, exhausting himself, and unable to satisfy his wife, so he feigned illness. I didn't force him; I could find other men to have sex with anyway, and we could each go our separate ways.

After six months, my husband's extra income disappeared, giving him more time to spend with me in Hong Kong.

But by then, I was addicted, thinking it was so comfortable and lucrative that I could continue for a few more years before stopping, at most reducing the number of clients so my husband wouldn't notice.

When my husband had sex with me, he thought it was just a normal physiological change due to my age and didn't suspect my infidelity.

One afternoon, I had a client and went a bit overboard. That night, when I had sex with my husband, he noticed a bruise near my nipple and asked what happened. I lied and said I had accidentally bumped into something and bruised myself.

My husband sucked on my nipples and then licked my vulva, making me gush with vaginal fluid, which he swallowed whole. He always enjoyed licking my cunt and drinking my juices, but he wouldn't do that when he went to prostitutes. He thought prostitutes' cunts weren't clean enough, having been penetrated by countless men, so he had no interest in licking them.

His wife was different; no other man shared her, so he felt safe and secure licking her. He never imagined I'd secretly become a prostitute, giving him one cuckold's horns after another.

My husband licked with relish, and I moaned with pleasure, stroking his penis.

I actively swallowed his penis, grinding it until he ejaculated.

Not long ago, my husband, feeling restless, overheard some friends saying there was a housewife working part-time as a prostitute with excellent skills and service, worth trying.

So one time, my husband used a pimp to call a housewife at a hotel for a sexual encounter.

Little did he know that the housewife who rang the doorbell was actually me. When we met face-to-face, I turned pale with fright and tried to run away, but he pulled me into the room.

The truth was revealed, and I was utterly ashamed. My husband was furious, and our relationship ended.

However, now I'm free! My first client—that man surnamed Lin—is still a regular customer…

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