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My wife's experience as a prostitute 

One day, my colleague Leo sent me an email with the subject line "The prostitute I slept with last weekend." Since I was working, I didn't open it, thinking he was just showing off again. He often showed explicit photos of prostitutes he'd slept with to a few close colleagues in the department, so I didn't think much of it. But when I was leaving get off work, Leo called me on the internal line, asking if I'd seen the photos. So I opened them… and what I saw was appalling! The photos were of my wife in sexy clothes in a hotel room, clearly taken secretly when she wasn't looking. I realized the seriousness of the situation. My wife must have met Leo while she was "escorting" a few days ago. Because Leo had seen our wedding photos, he guessed that the prostitute was my wife, but my wife didn't know Leo and was completely unaware.

Just then, the phone on my seat rang again. I answered it nervously, and sure enough, it was Leo calling again: "Boss, these photos are pretty explosive, aren't they? I didn't expect your wife to be so good in bed." "You...you're talking nonsense, you must have mistaken me for someone else..." I protested, trying to sound calm.

"Boss, don't forget I'm in sales, my memory for people is top-notch. Last time you showed me your wedding photos, your wife had a mole on her left arm, and look at the second photo I took, the lady there also has a mole on her left arm, exactly the same in location and size..." Leo explained with a slightly smug tone:

"Since you don't want to admit it, why don't I send the photos to other colleagues, like Jacky and Nick? They've all seen your wife, let them judge for themselves, that's the fairest way." "No...don't send them to anyone else!" I knew by then that there was no point in explaining anymore, I could only pray that there wouldn't be any further demands.

"I don't need to show it to anyone else, as long as you do me a favor," Leo indeed made a further request.

"What do you want?"

"My sales haven't been good lately; I haven't met my sales targets for two months," Leo said.

"But recently I met a big client surnamed Zhao. If we can get Mr. Zhao to sign a contract with our company, I can not only make up for the losses of the past few months, but also meet my year-end targets. So, as long as your wife is willing to 'get' Mr. Zhao on board…" I knew things weren't that simple. If what Leo said was true, why would he go through all this trouble to threaten me? Why not just have a pimp contact my wife directly? It seemed he had other plans, so I had to get to the bottom of it: "Brother Leo, I'm afraid it's not that simple, is it?" "Hehe..." Even from the phone, I could tell how lewd Leo's laughter was: "I think you're a smart man, so let me put it this way..." It turns out that Mr. A (the "pimp" in the previous article "My Wife's First Experience as a Prostitute") would ask each of the "ladies" under his management about their sexual tolerance. For example, my wife could accept oral sex without a condom and sex with a condom, but she couldn't accept blowjobs, facial ejaculation, anal sex, SM, group sex, etc. Mr. A would inform his clients of all this, and if these clients exceeded the ladies' tolerance and made inappropriate sexual demands that Mr. A found out about, the clients would be blacklisted—it turns out there are so many rules to being a "pimp".

Leo must have bypassed Mr. A this time because Mr. Zhao's sexual demands exceeded my wife's tolerance. However, since Leo held this leverage, I naturally had no bargaining power. But I still repeatedly demanded that Leo agree to the following three points: 1. Condoms must be used during sex; 2. My wife's safety must be ensured; 3. No more photos can be taken.

Leo readily agreed to my demands and arranged for my wife to spend the night with Mr. Zhao that weekend.

That weekend night was destined to be unbearable. It was already midnight, and I still couldn't fall asleep, idly switching TV channels. I didn't know what my wife was doing at that time. Maybe she was sucking Mr. Zhao's penis, or maybe she was being wantonly ravaged by Mr. Zhao... Then my phone rang—it was Leo calling. As soon as I answered the phone, I heard a woman's moaning on the other end. That voice was naturally my wife's.

"Boss, did you hear your wife's voice?"

"You... how is it you? Didn't you say my wife was going to serve Boss Zhao?" I asked anxiously.

"She's doing it to Boss Zhao right now! I said she was going to serve Boss Zhao, but I didn't say I wouldn't participate!" Leo said smugly, "Your wife's skills are so good, how could I miss this opportunity!

Besides, Boss Zhao said he likes threesomes, so I naturally have to satisfy him, otherwise my business will be ruined, and I'll have to bother your wife again." "But..." I didn't know what to do.

"It's okay! You deserve the most credit this time, I'll definitely put in a good word for you with the boss." "No need for that, as long as you complete your task this time, just don't bother us again." Who knows what Leo might say to the boss later, so I still hope to settle things with him once and for all.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, your wife is on the ground like a bitch right now, giving me oral sex while being fucked by Boss Zhao! Boss Zhao told you to call so you can hear how we fuck your wife." "You've gone too far!" I said angrily.

"That's nothing, I haven't even gotten to the point yet! Boss Zhao said that a woman's vagina needs a man's semen inside to be properly lubricated, so... to satisfy Boss Zhao's wish, I first ejaculated inside your wife's vagina." "Didn't we agree..." This guy Leo actually broke our agreement. It seems I have to find a way to get rid of this leverage over him, otherwise who knows what might happen.

"Hey! I didn't take any pictures this time, I've already kept my word... Being able to ejaculate inside shows that your wife is different from other prostitutes! Think about it, Boss Zhao can get any prostitute wearing a condom, does he need your wife to come along?" Anyway, Leo can say whatever he wants now, I can only accept it helplessly.

My wife finally dragged her exhausted body home this morning, her clothes completely different from when she left—her underwear was gone, her tight t-shirt made her nipples stand out prominently, and a gray pleated mini-skirt that barely covered her buttocks was the only thing covering her lower body. The crotch of her pantyhose was ripped open, with numerous runs extending down to her calves, showing how violently the hand that tore the stockings had done so.

It seemed they had planned for my wife to return in such a disheveled state, insisting she wear the torn stockings, confiscating her underwear, and replacing her denim mini-skirt with this barely-covering-her-buttocks mini-skirt.

================Separator Line Afterwards, my wife described the events of that day (the following is written from my wife's perspective, hence the first person is my wife): ================Separator Line At the agreed time, I arrived at a coffee shop to meet Boss Zhao. Unexpectedly, Leo and Boss Zhao appeared together at the agreed location. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Boss Zhao gestured for me to sit down and ordered me a coffee. This Boss Zhao was about forty years old, slightly overweight, and his round face and lecherous eyes looked particularly comical. From the first moment he saw me, his gaze never left my body.

After I slowly sat down, Boss Zhao's eyes, which had been scanning my entire body, began to focus on my chest… Then Boss Zhao took out a beautifully packaged box, saying it was a gift, handed it to me, and gestured for me to open it. Upon opening the gift box, I found a gray pleated mini-skirt, the shortest I've ever seen—it was only about 20 centimeters long, judging by sight.

Mr. Zhao gestured for me to put on the short skirt. I said, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Zhao, but this skirt is really too short. It doesn't even cover my butt. How am I supposed to go out and meet people if I wear it here?" "This skirt was chosen for you by Mr. Zhao," Leo interjected. "We've met before, I know your figure. Look, this skirt is actually low-waisted, it's enough to cover your butt when you wear it." "Okay, I'll go to the restroom to change." I thought, there's no point in saying more, I'm not going to get through this so easily today, might as well just go for it! So I prepared to get up to go to the restroom.

At this moment, Mr. Zhao grabbed my hand: "Honey, change here!" Oh my god! Although we were sitting in a semi-enclosed private room, there were only a few curtains blocking the exit, and a couple sitting in the opposite room could clearly see what was going on in our room.

"This... isn't it inconvenient?" I said, glancing at the opposite room a few times to indicate that someone could see us, but they didn't seem to care, and Mr. Zhao still held my hand.

"Since you're out here doing this, why care about what others think? Besides, you're wearing this to a hotel with us, everyone knows what you do. What's wrong with a couple more couples seeing you?" Leo said wickedly, clearly implying something else.

I couldn't argue with them, I just wanted to finish quickly and hoped the couple across the street wouldn't notice what was happening. However, as I took off my skirt to put on the new one, Mr. Zhao covered the skirt with his large hand. "Baby, I want you to wear no underwear under this skirt," he demanded further.

I knew refusing was pointless, so I didn't say anything, quickly lifted my buttocks, pulled the pantyhose and underwear down to my knees, and then bent down to remove them together. Perhaps I was too eager to finish, because my movements were a bit too large, attracting the attention of the couple across the street.

"Honey, look over there, that woman is taking off her underwear!" Although the couple was whispering, I could still hear their conversation in the quiet coffee shop.

"Seriously! How shameless! There were two men sitting across from her, and she actually..." "Yeah, probably a prostitute! Women these days are so open; they'll take off their underwear in public for money." I ignored the couple's gossip and immediately put on the super short skirt after taking off my underwear. Luckily, Leo was right; the skirt was low-waisted, and pulling it up to my hips completely covered my buttocks. However, since my t-shirt was short, my entire lower abdomen was exposed, and the pleated skirt would easily ride up if I wasn't careful, inevitably leading to an accidental exposure.

So, I took the opportunity to put on my pantyhose. Anyway, Boss Zhao only told me to take off my underwear, not my stockings. Although the pantyhose were flesh-colored, they probably wouldn't cover much if the skirt really rode up, but it was better than nothing. At this moment, Boss Zhao was playing with my underwear that I had taken off, not noticing my little action. Leo, however, looked satisfied when he saw my action, which puzzled me.

Then we got up to leave, and just then, the woman from the couple opposite us went to the restroom, leaving the man alone on the seat. Naturally, the man's eyes were completely focused on my lower body. At this moment, Boss Zhao threw my underwear and skirt to the man: "Brother, here's a souvenir for you." Just like that, my underwear and denim skirt ended up in the hands of a stranger. For me, this meant that from now until I got home, I would not only have to wear this "mini skirt," but also "vacuum-bound."

When we got to the hotel room, before the door could even be closed, Boss Zhao grabbed me from behind, his hands covering me, and soon his hand was inside my t-shirt... Seeing this, I simply turned around to face Boss Zhao, and at the same time, I reached behind my back to unhook my bra, allowing Boss Zhao to touch my breasts directly.

This tactic worked perfectly. Mr. Zhao was very excited by my initiative and started kissing me. Apparently, other girls don't kiss their clients, but I didn't care. Instead, I opened my tightly clenched teeth, allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth and let our tongues mingle. While Mr. Zhao and I were kissing, Leo wasn't idle either. He started lifting my skirt and caressing my buttocks, and I, not wanting to back down, slightly raised my buttocks so Leo could touch them

to his heart's content. After a while of this, Mr. Zhao suddenly picked me up around the waist, threw me onto the bed, and then gestured for Leo to play first, while he took off his clothes and went to take a shower. This struck me as hilarious. Mr. Zhao was supposed to be the main character today, yet he let Leo play with me first while he went to take a shower. Was he impotent?

I was lost in thought, while Leo was free—he gently removed my high heels and began kissing my feet—very gently—which made me feel flattered. I had expected him to try something more difficult, but instead, he was treating my feet like precious treasures.

As his kisses moved upwards, my feet, calves, and thighs were all covered by his mouth; he seemed unwilling to miss any spot to kiss. By the time he kissed the base of my thighs, I could clearly feel that I was already soaking wet down there, even feeling my juices seeping through my stockings onto the bed.

Leo seemed to notice this as well, saying, "So slutty, not even dry yet, and already so wet." As soon as he finished speaking, Leo began to caress my genitals through my stockings. This only made me feel worse; a sense of emptiness welled up inside me, causing me to moan involuntarily.

Just then, I felt a force gathering in my genitals. With a "rip," Leo tore a large hole in the crotch of my pantyhose. Before I could even process what was happening, Leo had already inserted his fingers into my vagina.

A strange sense of satisfaction began to surge within me, and my body started to writhe uncontrollably, which made me feel incredibly ashamed. But Leo seemed even more encouraged. His fingers not only began to thrust in and out, but he also consciously added rotation and probing. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, his probing often touched my sensitive spots. Each time he touched a sensitive spot, I would unconsciously let out a cry: "Ah...ah...ah..." This cry was a bit monotonous, but it was very pleasurable. With each cry, Leo touched my sensitive spots more and more often. At the same time, I felt my vagina being stretched wider—ah, the one finger inside my vagina had become two, and the probing force was increasing. I could clearly feel that his probing was no longer teasing, but rather a slightly sadistic teasing.

However, this sadistic fondling of my vulva only excited me more. I could even feel his attitude towards me shift from respect to contempt—if just moments ago he was appreciating my feet like a noblewoman, now he seemed to be treating me like a cheap slut, casually toying with me.

As I gradually got into the mood, Leo's attacks intensified, but just as I was immersed in the lewd atmosphere, Leo suddenly withdrew his hands. It was like falling from heaven to hell, and my emptiness was palpable: "Ah...ah...I...I want..." I was surprised that I had actually voiced my desire, and Leo let out a muffled groan. Before I could understand what was happening, he removed his pants, and a firm force entered my body—Leo's penis—finally penetrating my vulva. Because I had done it with Leo before, I was familiar with this penis—it was very hard, even as hard as a wooden stick—this kind of firmness that had impressed me before entered my body again.

Some of my older clients would eagerly insert their semi-erect penises into my vagina, which frustrated me greatly. Perhaps I was born a prostitute, and the limpness of their penises inside me left me feeling utterly unfulfilled. Leo, however, was different. His hardness traveled to my uterus, and I could even feel the nausea from that hardness emanating from my throat—yet I loved it.

"Oh no!" Just as I was enjoying the power, a serious problem suddenly popped into my head: "He doesn't seem to be wearing a condom!" "How is it? Is it comfortable? It feels so good to have sex with you without a condom!" Leo seemed to know what I was thinking and deliberately dropped the bombshell: "I'm going to ejaculate inside you in a bit." "Ah...no..." I felt extremely anxious. Although this wasn't the first time I'd been ejaculated inside by a man other than my husband, the last time could only be considered an accident (author's note: the last time it happened occurred in "The Wife's First Prostitute Experience (Prequel)"). However, this time was different—after all, I now had to face many clients and couldn't allow such an accident to happen again.

"That won't do. Boss Zhao told me before that he likes to have a vagina full of semen, because that's the most lubricated vagina," Leo said. "That's why Boss Zhao and I came here to play with you. Usually, prostitutes aren't allowed to ejaculate inside, but you're different. You have to satisfy us 100%, otherwise..." "Stop talking..." I knew about the threats my husband had been made to, and I understood that this trip was bound to involve many sacrifices. Although I was a little worried about ejaculating inside me, I had no choice: "Just ejaculate if you want!" "You bitch, say it again." "Please...please...ejaculate inside me! I want your semen...I want you to ejaculate all your semen into me, so that Boss Zhao can enjoy a vagina full of semen...I'll make you both satisfied..." I thought that rather than being passive in every situation, it would be better to "take care of" one of them first.

Sure enough, Leo couldn't resist my verbal teasing and became more and more vigorous, while his hands were stroking my legs through my stockings... Before long, a hot liquid sprayed into my body, and Leo sat down wearily in a chair.

Just then, Mr. Zhao appeared naked in front of me. He gestured for me to crawl on the floor like a dog, then crawl to Leo's side, and asked me to clean up the remaining semen with my mouth. I obediently did as he said. While I was crawling to Leo's side, Mr. Zhao used one hand to block my vaginal opening, seemingly not wanting too much semen to leak out because of my movements.

This was the first time I had encountered a man with such a strange fetish, but I didn't show any surprise. As I had served more and more clients, I had indeed found that many men had unusual hobbies. As part of my "professional requirements," I naturally couldn't let my clients feel that I was different.

Instead, I cooperated with Mr. Zhao's actions, crawling carefully to avoid too much semen leaking out... This pleased Mr. Zhao quite a bit. So, while I was crawling on the floor like a dog giving Leo oral sex, Mr. Zhao lifted my buttocks so that my legs could straighten, and my buttocks naturally stick up high at the same time. He then easily inserted his penis into my body from behind.

Mr. Zhao's penis is very thick. If it were as hard as Leo's, I estimate my entire vagina would be torn apart. Fortunately, perhaps due to his age, Mr. Zhao's penis isn't as firm as Leo's. Also, perhaps as Mr. Zhao said, because Leo had ejaculated inside me before, my vaginal fluid mixed with Leo's semen, creating an unprecedented level of lubrication. I've encountered clients with penises similarly thick to Mr. Zhao's before, and it was difficult for me to handle, but this time it felt unusually comfortable.

"How is it? Pretty thick, right?" Mr. Zhao seemed to clearly feel that my vagina was tightly enveloping his penis.

"Yes...yes...it's so amazing...I...I can't take it anymore..." I responded with a coquettish tone.

"Tell me, am I more amazing or is your husband more amazing?" It seems every man is interested in asking questions like this.

"Of course, you are more amazing!" That's partly true! Actually, I think every different penis can bring me different kinds of excitement, but Mr. Zhao's penis was indeed a bit unexpectedly stimulating.

"You filthy bitch, you're lying! Don't try to fool me..." Boss Zhao said, taking the opportunity to slap my buttocks. "I don't believe you!" I knew he was deliberately showing anger to get a chance to slap my buttocks.

"Really...really...Boss Zhao...your dick is so thick...my pussy is going to burst from your grip..." "Haha, now you know why I filled you with my semen, right? You should thank me." Boss Zhao said smugly.

"What a bastard! Filling me with my semen as if it's for my own good, isn't it just to satisfy the weird fetishes of you stinky men! I'm almost ruined by you guys this time, I won't even take your money, I don't even know if you're clean or not, if I have any problems, I won't let you off the hook!" I cursed inwardly, but on the surface I still obediently said, "Yes...yes...you made me feel so good..." "What a slut, your own husband isn't enough for you, you have to come out and be a prostitute..." Accompanied by these lewd words, there was another slapping motion on my buttocks.

"Ah...ah...no...no...I...I can't take it anymore..." I responded.

"I'll shoot you to death later, so you can go see your husband with both of our semen on your back!" Boss Zhao continued smugly, "Come on, Leo, quickly call her husband and let him know how we're fucking his wife." (Then came the conversation with my husband on the phone mentioned earlier.) As Leo hung up, Boss Zhao sped up his thrusting, and I naturally wanted to seize the opportunity to "finish the battle" as soon as possible, so I also teased Boss Zhao with words: "Ah...ah...Boss Zhao...you're so...so amazing." "...Shoot...shoot me to death...shoot all your semen inside...I want both of your semen...I'll take both of your semen back...back to show my husband...let him know how cheap I am..." As he finished speaking, I felt Boss Zhao's penis become even harder than before, while Leo, whose penis was hard again after I gave him oral sex, pulled out his penis and started masturbating in my face...The two of them reached orgasm simultaneously. My vagina was filled to the brim with Boss Zhao's semen, and my face was so wet with Leo's semen that I couldn't even open my eyes.

After this intense battle, all three of us were exhausted and collapsed onto the bed. I was sandwiched between the two men, while they each touched one of my breasts and fell into a deep sleep...

[The End]

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