[The Shared Clit of a Cuckold's Wife][Complete] - Incest Novel

I believe every normal man feels jealous when his woman is cheating on him! But I also believe every man fantasizes about sleeping with another man's wife; this fantasy is essentially a reflection of his own wife being slept with by someone else. Everyone has selfish desires, and the idea of a wife being with another man logically leads to the conclusions that: one, the man is impotent; two, the man is impotent; three, he is extremely impotent! Therefore, every man doesn't want his wife to cheat, but every man hopes another man's wife will cheat! When I wrote this, I didn't even know how to begin, but I knew one thing—I am a man! What would happen if, in real life, my wife were like a public bus, available to anyone for a very low fee? Actually, I know my own thoughts, and I believe most men think the same way—hoping their women will be more promiscuous and sexy in bed. Humans constantly use their social nature to suppress their animalistic instincts; many people engage in wife-swapping to enhance sexual stimulation, and many fantasize to amplify sexual stimulation—all manifestations of sexual repression. Why is it always one's own wife who is the object of this desire? In moral terms, a wife is one's most private possession, especially one's sexual organs. Revealing what is inherently most private and secret is a challenge to oneself and to morality. Humans survive through constant challenges—this is also the source of stimulation. Many people cannot truly challenge society, morality, or themselves, so they indulge in fantasy. This is true of martial arts novels, science fiction, and even pornography. I know I can't challenge these things, so I fantasize! If you had another choice, what would you choose? Marry a prostitute or marry a prostitute? I always ask myself, if the female protagonist in a pornographic film were my wife, how would I feel? Excited? Angry? Painful? I can't say for sure right now, but the intense cuckoldry fantasy is irresistible. I like cuckoldry! I like others cuckolding my wife! Chapter One: Cold War, Marital Conflict Zhou Song idly typed on the keyboard, the pressure of unemployment constantly weighing on him. He was always looking for freelance work online, but his browsing always led him to pornographic websites. He couldn't resist visiting these sites to read erotic articles, especially those about wife-swapping or cuckolding. He had tried to persuade his wife to read one erotic article every night before bed, believing it was essential for maintaining their sexual arousal. Zhou Song's wife, Jin Ling, was also unemployed at 30. She had been a beauty before marriage, but things had changed afterward—at least sexually, Zhou Song thought. Before marriage, she had been quite cooperative, but after marriage, Zhou Song felt she seemed to have lost some of her sexual appeal. The Spring Blossoms Sex Forum became Zhou Song's destination. He opened the erotic literature section, hoping to find more exciting cuckolding stories. He liked to fantasize about replacing the female protagonists in the erotic articles with his wife. Perhaps due to sexual repression, he even planned to make his wife a prostitute, satisfying both his cuckolding desires and his physical needs. He flipped through the pages again and again, but he had read almost all the pornographic literature, and there were no new articles. So, among those articles he had read hundreds of times, he reopened "My Wife's Mid-Autumn Festival Rape," and typed in the comments: "I also like watching my wife being fucked by other men, especially since many migrant workers discuss it. Feifan hopes his wife is popular with men, but perhaps in reality she's not open-minded, so I've been trying to make her more slutty. With little success. My wife is thirty years old, 163cm tall, weighs 48kg, and her measurements are unknown. She doesn't have big breasts but a large butt, the kind that can have children. It feels much more exciting to have my wife fucked by other men than to fuck her myself. I even wish my wife would become a prostitute, even for free, just to have men fill her cunt with semen in front of me; that would be immense happiness for me. To this end, I've tried all sorts of methods to brainwash and train my wife, including pornographic films and novels themed around group sex, orgy, or swapping, but with little effect." My wife will willingly suck my penis, but refuses to swallow my semen; her pubic hair is inverted trapezoidal, long and black, her labia are grayish-black, and when aroused, they turn outwards, producing a lot of vaginal fluid when stimulated properly. I wish to make friends with all cuckold enthusiasts, and I also welcome lecherous men to have online sex with my wife. 1. If you can transform my wife into a cuckold, enabling her to unleash her sexual potential and enjoy the pleasure, my wife will provide you with one month of sexual services; 2. If you can transform my wife into a prostitute, and make her mentally dependent on sexual intercourse, you can control her to have sex with anyone or engage in prostitution for one year, and all proceeds will belong to the developer. He left a contact email address. This was the first time he had boldly spoken out his fantasies, and the first time he had posted such information as selling his wife. He was stimulated by his own words as he typed, his lower body quickly swelled, and he was impulsive, with an urge to lick a woman's genitals. Time passed quickly, there was a noise outside the door, Zhou Song quickly logged off the internet and turned on the computer, and then Jin Ling came in. "Didn't you go out?" Jinling asked him. Zhou Song turned around; his wife was already beside him. He reached out and rubbed Jinling's crotch, grinning lewdly. "Where could I have gone?" "What are you doing? Always thinking about filthy things!" Jinling laughed and scolded. "What's filthy? Would you enjoy it if you weren't filthy?" Zhou Song pulled Jinling close, his face smirking. "I just read some porn, and now I'm really hard, incredibly excited. Take off your pants, I want to eat your cunt!" "You're really perverted! It's broad daylight, and you're already thinking about this?" Jinling reached out and touched Zhou Song's crotch. "It's really hard! But I have to make dinner, don't even think about it!" "We'll make it later, right now I just want to eat your juices, haven't we done it in a long time?" Zhou Song said, reaching to take off her pants. Jinling pulled her hand away and went straight to the kitchen. Zhou Song watched Jin Ling's plump buttocks sway as she walked away, his mind filled with the image of his wife's dark gray vulva, glistening with lustful fluids, between her legs… Night fell. Jin Ling leaned against the bed, flipping through the erotic novel Zhou Song had prepared for her, "The Adulterous Nana." It was a story about orgy, and the protagonist, Nana, was a seemingly innocent adulterous woman. Her husband, like Zhou Song, enjoyed his wife being discussed by others, but unlike Zhou Song, Jin Ling was conservative, while Nana would have sex with any man. The TV was showing Zhou Song's treasured VCD. A woman with yellow hair was being sparred with by five black men. This woman's genitals were similar to Zhou Song's wife, Jin Ling's, with thick pubic hair and a dark gray mons pubis. A huge black penis was inserted into the woman's vagina, and it was clear she was experiencing intense pleasure. Another huge black penis was in her mouth, and with each powerful thrust of that penis, she made muffled moans, which aroused Jin Ling… "Don't you think a bigger penis is more comfortable?" Zhou Song asked. "Mmm," Jin Ling mumbled in response. "If you were this person on TV, wouldn't it be great?" Zhou Song leaned against his wife and reached out to touch Jin Ling's leg. "I don't know!" "It must feel amazing, you're so wet!" Zhou Song did indeed touch her wet vulva, and waved his wet hand in front of his wife's eyes. "Look, what's this?" "Whatever you say!" Jin Ling also reached into her husband's pajama bottoms and grasped his erect penis, gently stroking it. Zhou Song then slipped his hand inside Jin Ling's nightgown again, rubbing her vulva. "Is it itchy? Do you want to be fucked?" Zhou Song asked. "Mmm!" Jin Ling closed her eyes, enjoying Zhou Song's flirting. "When can you be like the heroine in the movies?" Zhou Song's hand was still inside Jin Ling's nightgown, his eyes fixed on the screen, and he sighed with envy. Hearing this, Jin Ling opened her eyes and stared at Zhou Song. Zhou Song couldn't take this constant attention anymore: "I mean, with her passion, don't you think our life has become increasingly boring these past few years of marriage?" Jin Ling's expression softened slightly: "You're a pervert!" "I haven't even told you to become a prostitute!" Zhou Song said boldly. Jin Ling didn't speak; she turned to watch porn. There was no plot, just endless piston-like movements or constant changes of partners, and she couldn't muster any interest. Zhou Song thought Jin Ling had relaxed, so he used all his skills to stimulate her desire. It seemed to be working; Jin Ling closed her eyes again and began to moan. To achieve a better effect, Zhou Song didn't mount her. Instead, he lifted Jin Ling's nightgown, spread her legs, and put his head between her legs. Jin Ling's reaction became stronger, her moans louder, and more vaginal fluid flowed from her vulva. Zhou Song continuously stimulated her clitoris with his tongue while rubbing her breasts. Jinling looked up at the head buried between her legs, savoring the waves of pleasure from the warm, wet tongue on her vulva, which seemed to be melting her...…She felt like a thousand insects were biting her inside her vagina, the tingling sensation making her feel empty and almost faint. She desperately wanted to shove Zhou Song's head between her legs into her vagina, and she was trying to press Zhou Song's head towards her vagina; however, she knew that his head couldn't fit into her narrow vagina. She knew what she needed, so she pulled hard on Zhou Song's ears, trying to pull him away… The moans grew deeper and deeper… Zhou Song felt that it was almost time. He looked up at his wife and said, "Do you want to be fucked?" "Yes," Jin Ling didn't hesitate this time. Zhou Song straightened up, but before he could get into position, Jin Ling's hand was already there, grabbing Zhou Song's penis and trying to push it into her vagina, but there was still some distance. Zhou Song's emotions were thus brought to the extreme, and he still wanted to tease his wife. So he held his penis and rubbed it against Jin Ling's vulva. Jin Ling was still enduring, but her vulva kept opening and closing, which made Zhou Song feel a great sense of accomplishment. The constant lifting of her buttocks and the way she pressed Zhou Song's buttocks down gave Zhou Song a different kind of pleasure. "You really want to be fucked, don't you?" Zhou Song took the opportunity to whisper in Jin Ling's ear. "Yeah, I want to be fucked by you, do you want to be fucked?" Jin Ling asked back. "Yes, if you're more wanton and slutty, I'll want it even more." Zhou Song gently rubbed Jin Ling's breasts while slowly thrusting his penis into her "middle ground". "Ah...ah..." Jin Ling made a pleasant sound from her throat. "Your cunt feels so good to fuck, warm and wet, I wonder what it's like when other men fuck you?" "What do you think it's like? It's all the same!" Jin Ling lifted her buttocks again, trying to push the penis that was already deep inside her even deeper, and then let out a long "Oh..." "Is it comfortable?" "Yeah, very comfortable." "Do you want to feel this good every day?" Zhou Song said in a very soft voice in her ear. "Yes," Jin Ling answered shyly, while lifting her buttocks up hard again. Zhou Song felt his penis had penetrated deep into Jin Ling's G-spot. Zhou Song began to move, and with wave after wave of thrusting, accompanied by the gurgling sound of her vaginal fluids, Zhou Song knew that Jin Ling had lost herself, so... "Tell me, you want to be a prostitute." "I want to be a prostitute!" Jin Ling said subconsciously as she moved with Zhou Song. "Is your pussy a prostitute's pussy?" "Yes, my pussy is a prostitute's pussy, anyone can fuck it!" "How many men do you want to be fucked by a day?" Jin Ling didn't answer immediately, but instead gripped Zhou Song's buttocks tightly, pressing down hard while simultaneously thrusting her own buttocks upwards, before weakly replying, "Six." Zhou Song was also unusually excited. He knew Jin Ling's answer was "calculated," not just something she said to agree with him. Two in the morning, two at noon, two in the evening. He also knew that Jin Ling was both easily satisfied and not easily satisfied. To bring her to her first orgasm, all he needed to do was use his mouth. But so far, in nine years, he had only given Jin Ling a second orgasm once, let alone a third. He hoped this would be the second time, so he thrust vigorously, repeatedly saying, "Say you're a slut, a prostitute, you like being fucked..." “I’m a slut, a whore, I like being fucked, my cunt was born to be fucked by men… Ah…” Jin Ling arched her upper body, her head thrusting back forcefully. She reached her climax, gripping Zhou Song’s buttocks tightly, as if trying to connect him to her forever. After a moment of calm, Zhou Song withdrew his still-erect penis and buried his head back into Jin Ling’s crotch, which was smeared with vaginal fluid. He hoped to give her another orgasm. Zhou Song carefully examined Jin Ling’s genitals. The thick pubic hair was stuck to her mons pubis with vaginal fluid, her grayish-black labia were turned outwards, and her bright red vagina was still open, but vaginal fluid could still be seen flowing out of the opening. The pungent, fishy smell of the vaginal fluid was overwhelming. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and sucked on her vulva, as if kissing, sticking his tongue inside her vagina and sucking continuously… The afterglow of her orgasm had just subsided, and Jinling, panting, looked at Zhou Song's head, a surge of passion rising in her heart—that hole had just been fucked by him, yet it was still so attentively "caring" for her… She couldn't help but recall the conversation they had just had, conversations that were too stimulating for her, but also too unbelievable… The television program continued, five black men still using their enormous penises (almost as thick as the yellow-skinned woman's forearm, two-thirds the length of her forearm) to take turns fucking the Asian woman, but her vaginal fluids weren't as plentiful as Jinling's… Watching the film, Jinling felt an itchy sensation rising in her heart again, which once again reminded her of the conversation—I am a slut, a prostitute, I like being fucked… Jinling thought, what if she were that woman in the film—this thought made her groan again, her hands involuntarily pressing down on Zhou Song's head… The second wave of activity unfolded amidst discussions about Jinling's flesh and blood. "How much do you think your pussy is worth?" Zhou Song whispered in Jin Ling's ear. "I don't know." Jin Ling looked at the TV screen, thinking that the penis inside her vagina belonged to a strange man—a client—maybe one of those black men on TV. "How much would it cost to fuck you once?" Zhou Song asked, his breathing heavy. "I don't know." "You're a slut, others would ask for a hundred yuan, you'd be worth at most 50 yuan." "50 it is, give me the money!" Jin Ling laughed, thrusting her buttocks upwards. "Actually, I really want to see how lewd you are. A pussy like yours is really suitable to be a prostitute, so wide and loose, you could be fucked by a dozen men a day without a problem." "Nonsense." "I read it in a book, but the thought of you being fucked by others makes me incredibly excited!" Zhou Song said sincerely. "You're a pervert..." Jin Ling laughed and patted Zhou Song's buttocks. “How about I find someone to fuck you?” “Sure…” “How about the construction workers at the site next door? They’re all strong, and their dicks are definitely bigger than mine. You’ll be fucked until you’re ecstatic…” “No, who wants to be fucked by those dirty and ugly people?” “I like you being fucked by them, that way I won’t be afraid you’ll run off with them.” As he spoke, Zhou Song began to thrust deeply. “Hoo… Oh oh oh…” As the activity was about to end, the couple abandoned all moral principles. The husband talked about finding men to fuck his wife, and the wife talked about having men come to patronize her. Everything quieted down after the climax. Zhou Song got out of bed, turned off the DVD, and lay down. Jin Ling picked up two handkerchiefs, one covering her genitals, and the other cleaning Zhou Song’s penis. The whole room was filled with a lewd atmosphere. Zhou Song spoke first: “Was it good today?” “Mmm,” Jin Ling’s shy appearance made Zhou Song’s penis tremble, but Zhou Song was already exhausted. "Do you think it's more exciting to do it quietly or like we did just now?" Zhou Song wanted to test her. "I didn't find it exciting at all!" Morality returned to its place, and reserve prevailed again. "Don't say it wasn't, you were so wet, and you still..." Zhou Song stopped in time, but it was too late. Jin Ling couldn't hold back anymore and said angrily, "Don't talk to me about this nonsense again. I think you've been ruined by those pornographic novels." "It's not like I'm really asking you to become a prostitute. I just want to improve the quality of our sex life. What's wrong with fantasizing a little?" Zhou Song also got angry. They were an old married couple. What was wrong with talking about these things when they were doing it? It stimulated both of their emotions, and at least it stimulated his own. "Anyway, you can think about it if you want, but don't mention it to me!" Jin Ling said angrily, then turned her head and went to sleep. Since their last passionate sexual encounter, Zhou Song's sex drive had plummeted under Jin Ling's influence. Even reading pornographic novels didn't seem to help. More than a month had passed since then. During this time, Jin Ling twice tried to have sex with Zhou Song, but he refused both times. Zhou Song couldn't understand it. There's an old saying: "Women at thirty are like tigers, at forty like wolves." Books say that women in this age group should only have sex every two days, which is considered conservative, yet Jin Ling only had sex once every two weeks? He kept wondering if Jin Ling was frigid! Despite his thoughts, seeing her never taking the initiative, always viewing sex as a male prerogative, and always saying discouraging things during sex—ultimately, never being able to be unrestrained or promiscuous—made him feel very bored. Because of this, even though he wanted to have sex, he couldn't get an erection. He even tried reading erotic novels that used to arouse him, but it had no effect. Seeing how promiscuous and depraved the female protagonists were, and then thinking about Jin Ling's "frigidity," made him think it was better not to do it at all. Jinling also had something to say. Ever since that passionate encounter two months ago, she hadn't been able to forget it, but a woman is a woman, and even though she desperately wanted it, she had to maintain some restraint. Every night she had to massage his penis to fall asleep; although there was no actual penetration, at least she could still hold it. But she couldn't figure out why she could never get him to get an erection.Life went on as usual. Fortunately, Jinling had many friends, so she had something to do every day and wasn't too concerned about sex. But at night, she couldn't help but touch Zhou Song's penis to see if he was asleep. Chen Yan was Jinling's friend, a bit older than her, a housewife. She trusted Jinling and often talked to her about bedroom matters. Before Jinling married Zhou Song, Jinling and Zhou Song went to Chen Yan's house together. At that time, she had recently given birth, so the two of them talked in the room while Zhou Song and Chen Yan's husband chatted frivolously in the living room. After returning, Jinling told Zhou Song that Chen Yan was very bold, constantly teaching her how pleasurable sex was, and even gave her a book that wasn't exactly erotic, telling her to learn to enjoy life early. Jinling was very frustrated about this and decided to go see Chen Yan. On the one hand, she was quite open with Jinling about marital matters, and although she was a gossip, she only talked about her own affairs and never about other people's secrets; on the other hand, she was unemployed and could easily find someone to talk to while she was at home. More importantly, two years ago, Chen Yan discovered that her husband was having an affair and divorced him. Jinling also wanted to know how Chen Yan coped with such an "empty" life. Chen Yan's home was in a residential complex in a certain district, on the seventh floor. It was a three-bedroom, two-living room apartment with an area of over 160 square meters. Chen Yan's family was originally a well-off family. Upon seeing Jinling, Chen Yan was extremely excited; they hadn't talked together for a long time. After letting Jinling into the house, Chen Yan started the conversation: "What brings you here? I thought having a husband made you forget your old friends." "What kind of talk is that, haha," Jinling said. "How have you been lately?" "Don't mention it. How about you? How have you been lately? Does the divorce make you feel itchy?" Jinling laughed. "Yeah, it's so uncomfortable!" Chen Yan said while wiping the coffee table with a cloth. "What, are you itchy too? Doesn't your husband sleep in the same bed with you every day? Still itchy?" "Don't mention me, just talk about yourself. Have you found a new boyfriend?" Jin Ling picked up a cup of tea and said with a light laugh, "I've been losing at mahjong lately, and gambling is boring, so I came to see you!" "Do you think I can find a new boyfriend? I'm already thirty, and I have a child. I'm not like you, so young and beautiful!" Chen Yan said with a sigh. "I'm thirty too, don't talk nonsense. Didn't you teach me to seize life? I just wanted to ask, what are you doing now? Do you want to go there?" Jin Ling asked. "Which place? What do you mean, what are you going to do?" Chen Yan didn't understand for a moment. "Stop being so serious! When you just gave birth, didn't you tell me you were suffocating during your pregnancy?" "What do you mean, suffocating? What are you talking about?" Chen Yan really couldn't understand. "I'm going to do **!" Jinling said shyly and loudly. "Oh, you didn't say it's because your 'chicken' is itchy,' really!" Chen Yan suddenly realized. "That sounds awful." Jinling laughed. "Don't say it's awful, men just like to hear it!" Chen Yan said seriously, "Actually, people are really all shameless!" "That's true, so are you itchy or not?" Jinling knew this all too well; her husband even wanted her to be a prostitute. "Itchy!" "Then what should we do?" Jinling became interested. "Let's just make do!" Chen Yan laughed teasingly. "What do you mean by 'make do'?" "Come on, come to my room and you'll know what 'make do' means!" With that, Chen Yan stood up, took Jinling's hand, and led her into the bedroom. Chen Yan's bedroom was quite elegant. A large bed was placed to the left of the entrance, facing north and south. The bedroom was large, and opposite the bed was a dressing table and a TV cabinet. Further to the left, by the window, were two sofas and a coffee table. Chen Yan closed the door, walked to the TV cabinet, pulled out a drawer, and said, "Jinling, come here!" Jinling went over and took a look. Good heavens, Chen Yan was just like her husband—the drawer was full of pornographic films. "So many?" Jinling was a little embarrassed. "This isn't a lot. These are some of my favorite shows. The rest are in the wall cabinet!" Chen Yan said smugly. "Aren't you afraid of getting too irritated watching so many pornographic films? Won't you get itchier the more you watch?" Jinling teased with a laugh. "Yeah, the more I look, the itchier it gets, so sometimes I have to find cucumbers and eggplants to stave off the itch!" Chen Yan said with a hint of disappointment. "Otherwise, what's the point of 'cold dishes'? They're all side dishes, haha..." Jin Ling casually flipped through the DVDs in the drawer and asked, "What kind of movies do you watch? Tell me about them." "Me? I'm not picky about anything. But I still prefer Western movies, but they don't have any plots, so they get boring after a while. Let me tell you, the main thing about watching Western movies is seeing those men's penises, so long and thick, and those foreign women looking so slutty. Japanese movies are okay too, mainly because the characters are all handsome men and beautiful women, and the key is that they have plots, but it's not easy to buy the top-quality ones. Most of these movies were bought by my ex-husband." "So what kind of plot do you like?" Jin Ling seemed to hear Zhou Song's words again—finding a lot of men to debate with her—quite exciting. "I can't really explain it. I didn't know what kind of storylines I liked before. Back then, Guodong (Chen Yan's ex-husband) said that I should immerse myself in the film and imagine that the female lead is myself, that would be interesting." Chen Yan paused, then continued, "At first, I didn't know how to imagine it, so he told me that he was being 'sword-wielded' by many men, imagining his penis being fucked by many dicks, and later I really found it very exciting. So, I prefer watching films with strong 'sword-wielding' scenes. Do you want to take a few home to watch?" "No need, you can keep them. Hehe." "Hey? Why are you asking me all these gossipy questions today?" Chen Yan was puzzled. "Did you have a fight with your husband, or is your husband impotent? It's okay, tell me, maybe I can help you solve it! If you tell me, I can also tell you a secret! Hehehe..." "What secret?" Jin Ling asked curiously again. "How can I tell you this secret if you don't tell me why? It's my secret!" Chen Yan laughed. "..." Jinling hesitated, unsure whether to speak. After all, it was a matter between husband and wife, and it might become a laughingstock. "You don't have to tell me, but if I'm right, you can give me points; if I'm wrong, just shake your head! Besides, my secrets are more important than your little things! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't want to hear them!" Chen Yan couldn't resist sharing her secrets. She paused, then continued, "Actually, I've had some 'hot dishes' this past year, not just cold dishes, hehehehe." "What 'hot dishes'? Do you have a boyfriend?" Jinling guessed. "I don't know how to say it, but not a boyfriend. Boyfriends can develop into husbands, but they can't become my husbands, hehe." "They?" Jinling didn't understand. "Not just one person?" "Yes, many. I don't even know the last name of most of them!" Chen Yan brushed her long hair aside. "What's going on?" "Tell me what's wrong first, then I'll tell you!" Chen Yan knew how to protect herself, even in front of her best friend. Although she knew Jin Ling wouldn't tell anyone, it would still be beneficial to know a little about her situation. "Actually, it's nothing..." Jin Ling paused for a moment, then continued, "Recently, my husband hasn't been paying much attention to me..." "Is he seeing another woman?" Chen Yan interrupted. "No way, he hasn't gone out at all!" Jin Ling actually knew why Zhou Song was ignoring her, but she didn't want to say it. "Could it be impotence? Then you're in for a lot of trouble!" Chen Yan sighed. "I don't know... I just can't get it, it's driving me crazy." "Could it be because you're always saying things you shouldn't during sex?" Chen Yan asked. "What things shouldn't I say?" Jin Ling also wanted to know what things she shouldn't say during sex. "Like work, money, things like that! By the way, are you both unemployed right now?" Chen Yan asked, arms crossed, like an expert. "Hmm!" "I think it's about time. How long has it been since you two last did 'that'?" "More than two months." "What, more than two months? You're so patient! If it were me, I would have already gone to find a lover! Hehe." Jin Ling had no way to explain herself. It would be much easier if she went to find a lover. To avoid dwelling on her own problem, Jin Ling had to change the subject: "What about you? Can you tell me your secret?" "Didn't I just tell you? I have a partner!" Chen Yan casually touched her breasts. "How many?" Jin Ling didn't see Chen Yan's movement, otherwise she would have noticed that Chen Yan's breasts were much larger than a year ago. "I don't know how many, a lot, I guess." "A lot? How many? If not a boyfriend, then what is he? That's ridiculous!" Jin Ling was completely confused. "He's like a client." "What?" This sentence surprised Jin Ling greatly. This sentence also indicated that Chen Yan was a prostitute. She remembered Zhou Song's words—"I want you to become a prostitute"—and suddenly, becoming a prostitute didn't seem so far off; it felt like it was about to happen to her. "What's the big deal?" Chen Yan found Jin Ling's reaction even more surprising, but she didn't know that Jin Ling's thoughts stemmed from her husband. "Don't tell anyone, including your Zhou Song! Otherwise, I'll be in big trouble." "Oh...oh..." Jin Ling stammered.Later, Chen Yan taught her several techniques to help Zhou Song regain his virility. However, Jin Ling was distracted, and as evening approached, she took her leave. Back home, Zhou Song was still fiddling with the computer. She had always worried that Zhou Song would use the computer to find lovers online, and habitually leaned close to the screen to take a look. Zhou Song was reading an email: "Mr. Cuckold: Hello! I read your article and deeply sympathize. I am also a cuckold enthusiast; I also enjoy seeing my wanton wife being debated by a group of unfamiliar men in front of me. My wife is also very wanton; she loves sex. She's a primary school teacher, beautiful, and has a sexy figure, so she's quite popular. As far as I know, she's been with 21 men besides me, and she's still maintaining relationships with five or six of them. Just like you said, I once suggested she become a prostitute, but she said she was afraid of getting diseases. If it were safe, I think she really would become a prostitute. The only difference between you and me is that you don't have a ready-made cuckold wife, while I do." My immediate goal is to have my wife fucked by 100 men. My long-term goal, as you wrote in your article, is to make her a slut, a public toilet where any man can't resist sex, leaving a souvenir in her cunt. If possible, could you also introduce me to some clean clients? On one hand, I want to achieve my goal of having my wife fucked by 100 men as soon as possible; on the other hand, I plan to let my wife experience what it's like to be a prostitute—it'll definitely be very exciting. As for the price, that's irrelevant; hygiene is the most important thing. You know that being a prostitute is different from having an affair; it's not good if acquaintances find out, so I'm asking for your help. After all, the people you introduce probably don't know us. I'm in Dalian. If you have the chance, you're welcome to come and fuck my wife. I'll definitely make sure she's thoroughly cleaned and ready for your big cock. Enclosed is a photo of my wife; please accept it. There are plenty of cuckolds, but this woman is really quite pretty! "Have you seen enough?" Zhou Song's cold voice pulled Jin Ling back to reality. She didn't understand what she had done wrong to deserve Zhou Song's anger. "Who's looking at your trash!" Jinling said irritably, putting down her handbag and heading straight to the kitchen. All night, Jinling kept thinking about that email. Was what it said true? Did a man really feel excited and satisfied when his wife let another man sleep with her? That cuckold really was a cuckold, even having short-term goals and long-term plans—goals and plans that meant making her wear even more cuckold hats? Jinling decided to still go see Chen Yan and talk to her about Zhou Song. Of course, she couldn't let Chen Yan know that Zhou Song had this cuckoldry hobby, so she picked out a copy of "The Adulterous Nana" from Zhou Song's collection of erotic novels, put it in her bag, and left early. "Sister Yan—Sister Yan—" Jinling arrived at Chen Yan's door at around ten o'clock. "Who is it?" Chen Yan seemed to still be awake, yawning as she opened the door. "Who is it? Why are you up so early!" "How was I supposed to know you weren't up so late!" Jinling threw her handbag onto the sofa as she entered and plopped down. "Didn't I tell you yesterday? I'm really busy last night!" Chen Yan adjusted her semi-transparent nightgown. Jin Ling glanced at Chen Yan, and under the semi-transparent nightgown, her firm breasts and alluring dark pubic hair were clearly visible. From her angle, her vulva, beneath Chen Yan's sparse pubic hair, was parted, revealing a slit of dark red labia—she wasn't wearing a bra! "Really? So sexy?" "What's wrong with that! Come on over, I'm going to wash up." Chen Yan closed the door and went back to her bedroom, which had an ensuite bathroom. Jin Ling followed her into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. Chen Yan went straight into the bathroom. "Why are you here so early today?" Chen Yan asked from inside the bathroom. "Just bored!" Jinling glanced around the room, sensing a masculine scent lingering in the air. She stood up and surveyed the surroundings, finally spotting several wads of tissues and three damp condoms in a wastebasket by the bed near the window. "I came here today specifically to learn from you." "Learn what?" Chen Yan mumbled, brushing her teeth. "Learn how to seduce men, haha," Jinling laughed. "Aren't you afraid your husband will catch you cheating?" Chen Yan laughed too. "If I were afraid, why would I have come!" Jinling said decisively. "Not bad, are you feeling lonely too?" Chen Yan echoed. "Actually, it's not that serious, haha, just kidding, don't take it seriously. What were you up to last night? Haha, did you seduce some men?" Jinling glanced at the wastebasket; she really wanted to pick up the condoms and see what other men's semen looked like. "Yeah, how did you know?" "That man must be really good, right?" Jinling said enviously. "Which man?" "The man you seduced!" "How do you know he's good?" Chen Yan peeked into the bathroom and saw Jin Ling staring at the trash can. She couldn't help but laugh. "You mean those condoms? Nonsense!" "Oh..." Jin Ling looked like a caught thief, her face flushing red. She protested, "No...nothing like that..." "Don't be shy. I think you're just feeling restless, no, I should say you're feeling incredibly empty, hehe..." Chen Yan came out of the bathroom with a towel, wiping her face as she continued, "Don't be shy, it's only natural. Those condoms weren't used by one man." "Not just one? Then..." Jin Ling had guessed it, but she still couldn't accept it. "Hehe, it's okay to tell you, it was four men. But they're all very good, you're not wrong about that." Chen Yan said with relish. "Who are they?" Jin Ling asked instinctively, always wanting to get to the bottom of things like this. "It's like this, they're all from out of town. I only know one of them, surnamed Huang, but I don't know his given name. The other three are from his hometown, working as laborers on a construction site in this industrial development zone next to us. You wouldn't believe how rough these guys are, not only are they rough, but their genitals are too. Most of them are farmers who have abandoned their families and can't go back home for years. Besides doing heavy labor, they either go to prostitutes." "You're really something, aren't you afraid of getting hurt?" Jin Ling said with no small amount of envy. "How did you get into this line of work?" "You know He Mei, right? She's the one who often plays mahjong with you. You should have heard that she runs a brothel." Chen Yan shook her hair with a towel, turned around, and went into the bathroom to put on the towel. Jin Ling looked at the way Chen Yan's big buttocks swayed and couldn't help but feel hot. "You should put your clothes on first, otherwise it won't be good if someone comes looking for you again." "It's okay, no one has come looking for me in a long time. If anyone does, it's just some lustful wild men, hehe." Chen Yan walked out of the bathroom with a grin. "I know He Mei, but how did you get to know her...?" "Two years ago, when I first got divorced, I didn't think much of it. At first, I just dealt with it on my own. But for a while, I really couldn't hold back anymore. To be honest, back then, I wanted a man to have sex with me. Haha, later, Haixia introduced me to He Mei. She invited me to play mahjong, and that's how I met her. She told me that the girls under her management were doing well, earning nearly 10,000 yuan a month, and there was still more demand than supply. She also revealed that some local beauties were also doing this. At that time, I thought maybe I could do it too." Chen Yan paused, plopped down in front of the dressing table, picked up the face cream and started applying makeup. "Actually, everyone was very curious, but no one dared to ask. So I asked her if those girls weren't afraid of getting diseases. He Mei said that it's actually hard to get a disease in a place like ours. Why do you know? Because the massage parlors she runs are low-end. People who have seen the world don't come here. Those who do come are mostly migrant workers or laborers who haven't been exposed to other external factors. Besides, if you want to have sex, you usually wear a condom, so you're not afraid at all." After meeting He Mei a few times, I found her to be a trustworthy person. She wouldn't say things she shouldn't. At that time, she understood my situation and even suggested that I do some part-time work. At first, I was hesitant and didn't want to, but later, seeing how considerate she was, and feeling very empty, I agreed. He Mei's hair salon also offered massages, and the massage girls also served customers, so I didn't need to work there as a hostess. They only called in housewives when they ran out of prostitutes. I just had to leave my photo there, instead of being a "chicken" to be picked up by others. He Mei was quite considerate of us for our own safety. She usually only had them serve out-of-towners, while the locals used the massage girls who worked as hostesses, but the commission for them was less than that of the hostesses. The hair salon itself wasn't very high-end, so its customers were mostly migrant workers or laborers from out of town. Massages cost 30 yuan for 45 minutes, with the woman and He Mei each taking 50%. Sexual intercourse usually cost 100 yuan, with He Mei taking 60%. This was the general situation, but for stay-at-home moms like Jin Ling, He Mei would take 70%. Because she was a stay-at-home mom, she usually only worked to satisfy her sexual frustrations, and since she was working at her friend's salon, her friend had something on her, so she couldn't take more than she wanted. In other words, I was..."You only get 30 yuan per session, but there are so many migrants in this city, and so many people with unsatisfied desires, so you can earn nearly 10,000 yuan a month." "Then He Mei must be making a fortune?" Jin Ling's eyes widened. She couldn't understand how the income from being slept with could be so much less than that of not being slept with. "Of course. There are so many prostitutes, I know at least six, and each of them sees two men a day. He Mei earns 720 yuan a day, and there are people like me, she earns more than 1,000 yuan a day. At first, I hadn't slept with anyone for a long time, so I saw five or six men a day. You tell me, how much money could she earn from me every day!" "Three or four hundred yuan!" "Yeah, later I learned my lesson. I told those clients to call me if they missed me, and gradually my clients decreased. Last year I told He Mei I wouldn't go anymore. She knew I earned a lot the year before last, and she didn't think about going anywhere else, hehe." "So how much did you earn?" Jin Ling asked curiously. "A duplex." "How much is that?" "Not much, maybe a little over 300,000." "That much? A year?" Jinling couldn't believe it. "Isn't a year a lot? A year without menstruation, being fucked by men every day, sometimes seven or eight a day, sometimes four or five, I'm almost worn out." Chen Yan took a breath, as if it had happened just yesterday. "You can handle it?" Jinling couldn't imagine what it was like to be fucked by seven or eight men a day, but she knew that she didn't have her period because of birth control pills. "What's there to handle? Women are born to be fucked by men, it doesn't matter who fucks them. It's so pleasurable, I've been exhausted several times." Chen Yan was immersed in the afterglow of the pleasure. "I don't even want to think about it for a week after my husband fucks me, you're really something!" Jinling sincerely admired her. "That's because you don't know how to enjoy it. I really can't stand not having so many guys fucking me now. How about it, do you want to join in? I guarantee it'll be incredibly comfortable." Chen Yan laughed, patting her firm breasts. "Fucking has another function, it's breast enhancement." "Really?! Nonsense, hehe." Jin Ling laughed too. "I brought you a novel from my husband's collection today. He really likes this novel." "What novel? You know I don't read much." Chen Yan said. "You'll like it, you horny woman, hehe." Jin Ling said, getting up and going back to the living room to get the book. Soon, Jin Ling handed the book to Chen Yan. Chen Yan looked at the cover and laughed, "Your husband likes to read erotic novels too?" "Which man isn't horny? There aren't many women as horny as you! Hehe." "Get lost, if you weren't horny, why would you come here to see me?" "By the way, why are there only three condoms for four people?" Jin Ling was thinking about all those condoms. "You have no idea how energetic those men are. They fucked me like crazy last night. At first, no one wore condoms. Everyone ejaculated inside. The second round, they felt it was too loose and wet, so they put on condoms. One of the guys, a guy in his early twenties, probably unmarried, said he liked the wet feeling inside, so he never wore one." Hearing Chen Yan's words, Jin Ling felt a tingling, itchy sensation in her lower body. She said, "I'm going to the bathroom. I'm having lunch here; you have to treat me!" With that, Jin Ling went into the bathroom, closed the door behind her, and hurriedly pulled down her pants. Her underwear was already soaked and sticky. She quickly grabbed a tissue and started wiping herself. "Why did it take so long!" Chen Yan called from the bedroom. "Almost done." Jin Ling hurriedly threw the tissue into the toilet, flushed it with a "whoosh," pulled up her pants, and opened the door. "Are you itchy? Did Ah Song do it to you yesterday?" Chen Yan asked. "No way!" Jinling said shyly, "No!" "Men are all perverts. They have wives but don't use them. Don't deprive yourself too. Why don't you find a lover? Hehe." "How do I find one? I don't know how. Besides, what if others find out? You should teach me how to get my Zhou Song to be aroused!" "Teasing him, being coquettish, don't tell me you don't know how!" Chen Yan stared at Jinling with wide eyes as if she were looking at an alien. In her memory, Jinling should be better at being coquettish than anyone else. "Spray some perfume before going to bed, wear some sexy and alluring lingerie, and look at your plump butt. Not to mention men, even women would want to sleep with you." "..." Jinling was speechless. Just like Zhou Song said, she would do these things before marriage, but after marriage, she just made a lot of noise and shouted every day. She didn't have any cuteness at all. No wonder Zhou Song got angry when he saw her. She didn't understand why she could be proactive before marriage, but after marriage, it was like she was just fulfilling her duty and had no initiative at all. "Zhou Song is really good; he doesn't go around flirting with other women. As for you, I can't help you with this kind of thing. You'll have to figure it out yourself. I'll go cook, and after we eat, we'll check the stock market." "Stocks? You trade stocks too?" "What else would I do? This is called covering up the truth. If I didn't trade stocks, where would all this money come from? People would definitely be suspicious, right? Nobody knows if I'm making money or losing money in the stock market, which just proves that my money comes from a legitimate source, hehe." Chen Yan was quite perceptive. "Oh, I see. By trading like this, no one will think you're making money by selling sex. You're so clever!" Jin Ling said with genuine admiration. "You just found out? Last year I was still involved in the stock market, but now everyone knows I'm trading stocks, so I just bought a computer and stay home to show off. I don't need to check the market every day; I just listen to what others are saying occasionally. Anyway, I don't invest much in the stock market, so it doesn't matter whether I make or lose money. Hey, didn't you say your husband used to trade? Look at how smart he is, maybe he could actually make money for me!" Jin Ling left near dusk. She had previously told Chen Yan to read that novel and come back to chat with her the next day. Over the past two days, based on Jin Ling's visit and words, Chen Yan had gotten a sense of things and began to have some strange thoughts. Chen Yan thought to herself, "I used to be a prostitute in someone else's shop, why not drag Jin Ling into it too? Let Jin Ling entertain clients at home. Firstly, Jin Ling already knows too many of my secrets. Although I believe she won't tell anyone else, there's no guarantee she won't tell Zhou Song, and Zhou Song might tell his friends. The best way is to get Jin Ling involved; that way, Zhou Song won't be able to say anything. Besides, judging from Jin Ling's behavior these past few days, she's clearly in heat; otherwise, she wouldn't be constantly eyeing those condoms." Having made up her mind, she picked up a novel to read. This further solidified Chen Yan's idea—this book, *The Adulterous Nana*, was downloaded by Zhou Song from the internet, edited, and printed out. Because Nana in the book was the perfect example of the adulterous wife Zhou Song had always longed for, he had been insisting that Jin Ling read the novel, and Jin Ling also wanted to understand Chen Yan's perspective through the book. Chen Yan, reading a book, unconsciously touched her genitals, thinking: Perhaps Zhou Song likes promiscuous women. The key now is to find out Zhou Song's opinion from Jin Ling. Chapter Two: The weather in June is already very hot in the south. After returning yesterday, Jin Ling vaguely revealed to Zhou Song that Chen Yan was working as a prostitute. Perhaps Jin Ling was still shy, and spoke in a flat tone. Zhou Song's expression did not change; he remained cold, only saying, "It's not you doing it, what does it have to do with me!" Jin Ling had been taking a compromising attitude for some time, hoping that Zhou Song would have sex with her, but Zhou Song ignored her, which made Jin Ling's anger flare up. She kept thinking about Chen Yan's methods; wasn't it also done discreetly? Why not... The two slept back to back without saying a word that night. Around ten o'clock, a phone call woke Jin Ling up. She usually didn't sleep past nine o'clock, but last night she kept thinking about the three condoms in Chen Yan's house, and her lower body felt unbearably empty, so she didn't fall asleep until the early hours of the morning. The call was from Chen Yan. Zhou Song didn't pay attention to Jin Ling's whereabouts. In his mind, Jin Ling was only good at gambling and incapable of anything else—in fact, he'd rather she cheated on him than gamble all day. So, he assumed it was just another gambling buddy calling because they were short one player and didn't think much of it. Jin Ling answered the phone as if she'd done something wrong, then got out of bed to wash up. Zhou Song, meanwhile, continued his daydreaming. *** Chen Yan was wearing a black lace-trimmed nightgown today, almost transparent like the white, thick nightgown she wore yesterday. The difference was that this one was more sexy and alluring, and she was also wearing a bra and panties, which were also sheer lace mesh. When Jin Ling saw her, her heart raced—only then did Jin Ling realize the advantage of having a good figure—at least she didn't have to wear those stiff bras to support her breasts. As soon as she entered, Chen Yan teased, "Why are you sleeping so late today? Did you have a good time last night?" Chen Yan closed the door and walked straight to her bedroom, saying as she went, "I finished reading the novel. I must say, it's much more exciting than DVDs. Do you have any more? Bring me some to read." "You like it too? I have plenty. Zhou Song has a lot of this kind of stuff," Jin Ling replied without thinking much of it."Really? Zhou Song likes reading this too?" Chen Yan walked to the bedside, picked up a tissue box, and pointed to a pile of tissues. "It's because of this lousy novel of yours that I lost money yesterday!" "What happened?" Jin Ling leaned over, only to be met with a strong, fishy smell of semen. "Did another man come to 'seduce' you?" "Not 'seduce' me, but I invited them to 'fuck' me!" Chen Yan picked up the trash bag and continued, "I was fine last night, but after reading this lousy novel of yours, I was craving it so badly that I had to call them over and treat them to a free meal." "That's exaggerated? I've read many novels, and I've never felt this way!" Jin Ling said in surprise. "If you don't go home at night, won't your husband be jealous?" Chen Yan asked. "He doesn't care. Actually, I often don't go home, but it's just because I'm playing mahjong. If I don't go home after midnight, he knows I've definitely lost badly." Jin Ling also felt that Zhou Song trusted her a lot; otherwise, what wife wouldn't stay out all night after marriage? "Your Zhou Song is really great. I wish I had a husband like him," Chen Yan said earnestly. "I'll give Zhou Song to you, do you want him?" Jin Ling joked. "Really? You'd really part with him? Hehe," Chen Yan laughed, then considered for a moment and said, "Well, I don't have anything to do today, so why don't you stay here with me?" "Wouldn't that be incredibly boring?" Jin Ling couldn't think of any good in staying here all day. "Let's play mahjong." "Who are we playing with?" Jin Ling nodded. "There are plenty of people. I'll get some people over in a bit. You can sit in the living room and wait while I clean up the place." With that, Chen Yan got up, and Jin Ling followed her out of the bedroom. Not long after Jin Ling left the bedroom, Chen Yan picked up the phone to call for help. She had her own plans; these two people couldn't be locals, and they had to know how to play the local version of Sixteen Cards. She needed these two people to keep her company during the evening's performance. The first choice was Old Huang. That old guy was a small foreman with a dozen or so strong men under him. He was also a bit richer than the migrant workers, so playing a couple of rounds of mahjong would be no problem for him. Besides, he was a long-term client. So, I dialed Old Huang's number. "Hello... is this Old Huang?" "Oh... it's Xiao Yan. What's wrong? Didn't you get your fill last night? Hahaha..." Old Huang's lewd laughter came through the phone. "You rascal, what are you saying! Are you free today?" "Yes, is your cunt itching again? How many guys do you need this time? I'll be right there! Hahaha." "Yeah, it's itchy. I need you to stop the itch..." Chen Yan also laughed lewdly. "Tell me, how many people do you want?" "Listen to me," Chen Yan said in a low voice, "You've gotten a good deal today. Let me ask you, do you want to have some fun with decent young women?" "Of course I do. What, have you started your own brothel?" "If you want to, you have to listen to me, okay?" "When have I ever not listened to you? Hehehe, yesterday you told me to bring four people, and I did, didn't I? Hahaha..." "Bring a handsome guy over right now. He has to know how to play the local 16-card mahjong, otherwise, no matter how handsome he is, it's useless!" "Knowing how to have sex is enough, why does he have to know how to play the local mahjong?" Old Huang was a little confused. "Anyway, that's it. Can you do it?" "Sure, I've been around here for more than half a year, and I can still find someone like this. Are you coming now?" "Yes, right away. Also, arrange for six or seven to come over at the usual time tonight. I guarantee you'll get something out of it. Whether you can have some decent young women depends on you!" Not long after, Old Huang arrived with a young man. Jinling glanced at the man called Lao Huang, thinking to herself: This old man! He's short and stout, and his face looks old enough to be Chen Yan's father. Chen Yan smiled and said to Jinling in the local dialect, "Don't let his appearance fool you, he's a force to be reckoned with in bed. I've been through a lot with him. Hehe, that other young man has been here a few times too, his penis is really thick and long." "Why are you telling me all this?" Jinling said shyly, wondering what their penises looked like. "It's alright, they don't understand the local dialect." Then, Chen Yan said to them, "Come on, let's play mahjong." Lao Huang then introduced the more refined young man as A Yong and went into the study. The group sat down in the guest room and started playing mahjong. Lao Huang was a lecherous old man, and he and Chen Yan had been married for almost a hundred days, so he couldn't help but tell lewd jokes, and everyone played along with the laughter. There were wins and losses along the way, nothing major, but Old Huang's lecherous eyes kept darting around Jin Ling. He figured he was planning to take advantage of this respectable young woman tonight, and his gaze made Jin Ling feel incredibly uneasy, as if she had been stripped naked. Soon, it got dark, and at six o'clock, Chen Yan announced that they were closing up shop. Jin Ling went to the kitchen to cook, while Old Huang left with A Yong. Before leaving, Chen Yan whispered, "Don't forget, bring a few people at ten o'clock." Old Huang said, "How about eight more, including me?" Chen Yan hesitated for a moment and said, "Eight is too many, six, six more, including you." Old Huang grinned lewdly, touching Chen Yan's breasts, and whispered, "Who do you want to bring? For free, right?" "Of course it's free if I call you," Chen Yan thought for a moment, "Think about whose dick is the biggest?" "You've already assessed all my men, don't you know why you're asking me?" Old Huang said. "How could I possibly remember their names?" Chen Yan said, her cheeks flushed. "It would be best if they weren't here last night, because I'm not the main character tonight. Whether I can make her feel completely satisfied depends on you guys. Those guys shot too much on me yesterday, so I'm afraid there won't be much left today." "Can you guarantee you can definitely fuck that bitch?" Old Huang asked anxiously. "She's been coming to me every day these past few days, telling me she hasn't been fucked in almost three months. As long as we put on a show to make her relax, and then let your studs fuck her to her heart's content, she won't have to worry about not being able to fuck you in the future." Chen Yan reached out and grabbed Old Huang's crotch. "Who knows, she might be begging you to bring guys to fuck her every day. Then you won't have to spend so much money." "Is it okay if they're ugly?" Old Huang asked. "As long as their dicks are big and hard, and they know how to fuck, who cares if they're ugly or handsome!" "Then..." Old Huang was a little worried. "Speak up, what's with all this stammering!" "How about Ah Niu and Jian Wu? You've been keeping them out of the way, haven't you had a hole to fuck in half a month?" Old Huang said. "Okay, they're the ones, they're a bit ugly, but their dicks are big, anyway, they're not fucking me, hehe..." Chen Yan planned to put on a live sex show in front of Jin Ling to lure her into the act, but she wasn't sure if she was going to do it. If there were too many people, it would be hard to control the scene, and it would also scare Jin Ling; if there were too few people, she wouldn't be able to create an atmosphere, and she wouldn't be able to share with everyone. So she estimated that the six people she had would be her share from the start. She would flirt with these men first, and Jin Ling would watch, and then... After dinner, Chen Yan changed out of her suit and put on her black nightgown. She then took out another two-piece lace nightgown and gave it to Jin Ling, indicating that she should wear it. Jinling looked at herself, embarrassed, and said, "Why wear pajamas so early? Besides... besides, I can't even fit into them." "What's wrong? You can't fit into them?" Chen Yan didn't understand. Jinling's chest didn't seem too small. "I... my chest... is too small..." Jinling could barely hear herself saying anything. Chen Yan heard this and then pulled out a one-piece nightgown, saying, "This one's finally wearable, right? You're always wearing those stiff bras, how can your breasts grow properly!" At first glance, it sounded reasonable, and Jin Ling didn't object: "How do you have so many sexy lingerie?" "Most of them were bought by my ex-husband, and some I bought myself. A woman's important thing isn't just looking pretty, but also being fun to be around, you know!" Chen Yan paused, then continued, "Being fun to be around isn't as simple as looking pretty. These days, men like big breasts and big butts, right? You also need to know how to wear lingerie. It's not just about taking your clothes off; it's a whole different story, hehe, that's what my ex-husband told me." "Look, take the two of us for example, we're both the same when we're naked, but I bet any man would be more attractive than you. Not because I have big breasts, but because I know better how to dress and style myself, and more importantly, I'm wild enough. Hehe." "..." "Take it off, put this on. Tonight I'll teach you how to seduce men. Hehe." Chen Yan handed the nightgown to Jin Ling, then pulled out a pair of panties and said, "Take off all your clothes, and put this on too. I guarantee you'll be irresistible. Why tie it so tightly when you already have small breasts!" Jin Ling didn't suspect anything and did as she was told to take off her clothes. Chen Yan looked at Jin Ling naked and said, "What are you covering up for? Aren't we all women? Do you think I don't have what you have? Oh my, you have so much pubic hair, hehe." "What are you laughing at?" Jin Ling felt uncomfortable from Chen Yan's laughter. "Nothing, today that old Huang likes women with a lot of pubic hair. When he fucked me, he always said I had too little pubic hair, like it was all taken off by other men, hehe." "Hehe, but will it really be taken off?" Jin Ling asked, puzzled, as she put on the panties. "How should I know, but maybe." "Hey, why does it feel so cold?" Jinling touched her lower body and found herself touching her vulva. "Why is there a hole?""This is what fun is all about. You're so old-fashioned." Chen Yan reached out and touched Jin Ling's genitals. "Isn't this convenient? You don't even need to take your pants off to have sex." "It's so embarrassing!" Despite saying that, she put the nightgown back on. "Hmm, this looks a bit more interesting." Chen Yan circled Jin Ling twice and touched Jin Ling's breasts. "Your breasts are a bit small, but it's okay. They'll grow bigger after being touched by men a lot." "What did you say?" Jin Ling was a little nervous. Chen Yan's expression was like an old woman watching a novice prostitute enter the profession. "What did I say? I said your breasts are too small, they need more men to touch them to get bigger, don't you even know that!" "My husband touches them often too, but they don't necessarily get bigger!" "Oh... it's been over two months since we had sex, and you still touch them often? Who are you trying to fool!" Chen Yan chuckled cruelly as she picked up a bottle of perfume from the dressing table, sprayed it on her armpits and genitals, then lifted Jin Ling's nightgown and sprayed some on her genitals as well. Jin Ling immediately shook off Chen Yan's hand that was lifting her nightgown, nervously asking, "What are you doing? Spraying it?" Chen Yan said calmly, "No wonder Zhou Song doesn't sleep with you, you don't understand any romance at all. If I were a man, I wouldn't bother with you either!" "There are no men around now, and I'm not planning to seduce you, really!" Jin Ling laughed. "You can't wear perfume without a man, you should treat it like a daily routine, like washing your face and brushing your teeth." "But... this perfume smells..." Jin Ling hesitated, wondering if she should say that the perfume smelled exactly like the perfumes of prostitutes she had smelled before. "You mean this perfume is like something prostitutes use!" Chen Yan laughed and said, "I'm a prostitute, so I'm not wrong. Do you know why prostitutes use this kind of scent?" "I... I don't know..." Jin Ling stammered. "This scent easily makes men fantasize, and even more easily makes men hard, hehe," Chen Yan proudly waved the perfume in front of Jin Ling, "I guarantee you'll like using this perfume!" The two chatted for a while, and around nine o'clock, they lay on the bed together watching a DVD—. The DVD depicted a party held by a couples' club for newly joined couples, where the newly joined wives were debated by a group of men, while the husbands had sex with other men's wives. At ten o'clock that night, Chen Yan's clients arrived. The doorbell startled Jinling. "Who could it be so late?" "Just sit there and watch your DVD. I'll go check," Chen Yan said with a smile. "You're going out dressed like that?" Jinling asked, somewhat worried. "What else could I do?" Chen Yan got out of bed and stood up. "Look at your butt, it's all wet..." Jinling wanted to laugh, but she wasn't much better off, she was soaked too, so she didn't dare move. "What's the big deal? Just missing a man. Maybe I can even put on a live show for you tonight," she said, swaying her large buttocks as she went to answer the door. Chen Yan stood behind the door and, through her observation, saw Old Huang and five other men standing outside, all her male guests. She quietly opened the door and let them in, gesturing for them to be quiet. As soon as the men entered, they started groping Chen Yan's body. Old Huang even reached for her vulva, grabbing a handful of her vaginal fluid and laughing, "You slut, you're already this wet before you even arrive." Chen Yan slapped away their hands and said, "You all have to listen to me today. If it works out, you'll have fresh cunts to fuck later." "Tell me, I can't wait any longer," said a short, ugly, and burly man. Chen Yan glanced at him. If these men weren't her clients, she wouldn't have paid any attention to him. He looked terrible, with a yellow mouth and a missing tooth. She couldn't understand who would marry him except for prostitutes. No wonder he was in such a hurry. "Who here isn't in a hurry? If you're so eager, go lick her tender cunt!" Chen Yan said irritably. "So what if I lick it? What's the big deal!" the ugly man said. Generally, clients don't lick a prostitute's vulva because that place has been used by too many people. For example, Chen Yan has been a prostitute for so long, and she has always performed oral sex on her clients, but no client has ever performed oral sex on her. That's why Chen Yan tested them with oral sex. But when Lao Huang went back, he instructed these men that this time they would rape a housewife, and the ugly man thus got the first time. Jin Ling never imagined that her ladylike life would be ended by such an ugly man—a true "devil terminator." "Lao Huang, don't you like hairy ones? You've hit the jackpot. You'll have to do it with me first, and it'd be best if you could ejaculate quickly so you can save your energy for your favorite sexy hairy vulva." After some careful preparation, the men followed Chen Yan into the bedroom. The video on the screen was still playing. Jin Ling never expected that when the bedroom door opened, it wasn't just Chen Yan who came in. There were also six rustic and ugly men. She unconsciously pulled a sheet over herself. "What...what are they doing here?" Jinling looked at Chen Yan timidly. "Don't be nervous, they're my old flames, nothing will happen. I'll let you see my live show for free today, hehe," Chen Yan said with a wicked smile, then turned to the men

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