I made my wife a prostitute once.

Speaking of this matter, it was a serendipitous opportunity, unlike exchanges or threesomes, which require time, processes, certifications, and a certain pattern to reach a conclusion before they can come together. My experience this time was completely unprepared; I hadn't even thought about it. Please listen carefully as I recount my story.
It was June 27th of this year when a close friend from Wuhu called, saying that one of his company's vice presidents, his boss, was on a business trip to Huangshan City. It was his first time visiting our area, and I had already introduced him to you. I had even boasted to him that you must take good care of him and be his leader. In reality, I knew without him saying a word that being his leader was just a free meal ticket. But it didn't matter. Since it was my old friend's boss, it was my duty to take good care of him. Fortunately, I still had the authority to handle the reception and payment at work, so I didn't have to pay out of my own pocket. Even if I did, I would still have to give face to my friend.
Around 3 PM, a dark red Shanghai Chery pulled into my booked hotel. I was already waiting there and immediately spotted the Anhui license plate (皖B), knowing my guest had arrived. I walked towards the gradually stopping car. A rather elegant man in his fifties opened the door. As the car pulled up, I carefully observed him; he was about 1.67 meters tall, bald, and wore small silver-rimmed glasses. When I learned he was the guest I was waiting for, we clasped hands tightly.
In the bathroom, I hummed a tune, wanting to reassure my wife that I was right beside her, but my mind was wandering to fantasies about the spring scenery outside. The bath was over quickly. I hesitated, unsure if I should leave, and stayed a while longer. It was unbearably hot. When I opened the door, the entire room was already filled with a spring-like scene. Mr. Wu was completely naked, and my wife's almost naked body was fully exposed. In my eyes, only that milky-white pair of panties stood like a loyal guard, tightly protecting my wife's mysterious vulva, guarding her last gate. The old lecher greedily admired her graceful figure.
Everyone here drinks, and after a few drinks, Mr. Wu became increasingly talkative, especially when the clerk came in to deliver food. Even a fool could see through his lecherous gaze. Seeing this, I quickly stepped forward and told him, "We're an open city. Tell me whatever ideas you have, don't be shy."
Unable to hold his liquor, his face flushed, and looking lecherous, he moved his chair closer to me, saying, "I've heard we're Anhui's red-light district. Of course, we don't have any good industry here; we rely entirely on tourism. The authorities have to turn a blind eye to it to boost the economy." (It's practically semi-public.) Mr. Wu laughed heartily, saying his hair... He's not old, he looks a bit older, but his heart isn't. He's only 56 this year. I thought to myself, 56 isn't old, haha. Of course, I didn't say it out loud. Maybe he noticed the change in my expression and then humbly said that he was older than us.
After a few rounds of drinks, Mr. Wu became more talkative, his face redder, and his words became more unrestrained. I saw that he'd had enough, so I didn't urge him to drink anymore. The two of us chatted freely and without restraint in the private room.
His words clearly revealed his purpose for this trip. Besides a little business, another goal was "women."
I led him into the room I had booked. Although it was our first meeting, because of our friendship, after some pleasantries, I learned that his name was Mr. Wu. We quickly became familiar with each other, like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years. We had endless topics to talk about and chatted until after 5 o'clock. I saw that it was time for dinner, so I took him to... He arrived at the restaurant, and a waiter led him to the private room I had reserved. I had originally wanted to invite some friends to accompany him for drinks, but Mr. Wu refused no matter what, saying he didn't drink and was afraid of the awkwardness of having a whole table of people with him. He preferred it to be just the two of us. So I complied with his suggestion. The large private room was just the two of us sitting in the elegant room. With Mr. Wu's approval, some extra dishes were canceled, leaving six dishes and a hot pot, of course, our local delicacies.
Immediately, I called one of my friends' wives, the owner of a beauty salon, and told her our room number (I don't like prostitutes, but I can't do without them. Nowadays, whether it's officials or the rich, after drinking, it's all about this. For the convenience of work, I have to maintain certain connections with them). Mr. Wu seemed even happier and quickly ate some of the drinks that were served before heading to the room.
I followed him into the room, and we sat for less than ten minutes... The doorbell rang, and I quickly opened the door. A young, beautiful woman with heavy makeup appeared in the doorway. Before she even entered, a cheap perfume scent wafted into my nose. I frowned. I've never had a good impression of these women, and this woman's flamboyant attire only made me more repulsed. However, for Mr. Wu's sake, I still welcomed her in. Unexpectedly, this guy had quite the taste. He didn't even open his eyes, just waved me off, indicating that he wasn't interested and told me to find another one. I quickly made another call, and after trying five different women, they were either unattractive or had unattractive figures. Although I was getting annoyed, I didn't reveal my displeasure to avoid being impolite. Just when I was at my wit's end, Mr. Wu, who seemed oblivious to the true value of money, said something like this: He said he was from Liaoning and had long heard that the Jiangnan region was famous for its beautiful women. He had specifically requested to come on this business trip, hoping to find traces of Emperor Qianlong, but instead, he found himself surrounded by vulgar and tasteless women. Seeing his disappointed look, I quickly explained that most of the young ladies around here are from Jiangxi. All the men from Jiangxi have gone south. I'll take you to our small town tomorrow to experience the real Jiangnan women and customs. Hearing this, his previously squinted eyes suddenly lit up, and he gripped my hand tightly, repeatedly begging me to find him another one. He said he'd pay double if he was satisfied. I said it wasn't about the money; the problem was that most of the young, open-minded women around here had gone to other places to work as prostitutes, leaving mostly honest and respectable women at home.
Before I could finish, his eyes widened even more, and he exclaimed how wonderful young married women were, saying he loved them the most. He almost knelt down, which really embarrassed me. My mind started scanning for women, but I quickly dismissed them all. I thought they were all impossible. Just when I was at my wit's end, suddenly, an idea struck me... A brilliant idea popped into my head.
I was confident that my wife, under my tutelage, after a wife-swapping and threesome experience, had gradually developed a certain perspective on sex, no longer seeing it as an obligation but as an enjoyment. After the initial excitement, I had many fantasies, such as finding a client to have sex with my wife, or having three or four men gang-rape her. Perhaps today was a perfect opportunity. After all, Mr. Wu didn't know my wife. Once the idea formed, I quickly told Mr. Wu. Of course, I wouldn't tell him that I was looking for my wife, but rather that she was my lover, whose husband worked away from home year-round, leaving her and their son at home. Their life wasn't very comfortable, and I often helped them financially. I said that if I gave her money, she might come. Hearing this, he seemed to see a glimmer of hope, calling me "brother" and promising that if things went well, he wouldn't treat her or me unfairly.
Seeing his sincerity, I didn't hesitate to pick up the phone and go to the door… Because it's inconvenient to say many things in front of Mr. Wu, my wife, who was jealous, wouldn't allow it, saying it wouldn't be good if many acquaintances at the hotel saw us. I said no one would be embarrassed if I were with her, and besides, he was introduced by my friends in Wuhu; he's the boss of XX's group. She hesitated for a moment, then finally agreed, saying she'd come after putting the child to sleep. I was overjoyed; my brain was surging, my hormones were doubling, and I was inexplicably excited. I didn't need all that tedious online verification and time; watching my wife receive the caresses of a complete stranger again, that feeling of anticipation and excitement is something only we comrades can understand.
However, even though my wife agreed, I still repeatedly told Mr. Wu not to be rough and not to do anything she didn't want.
Look at him nodding like a chicken pecking at rice; I'm saying this because I'm afraid he'll treat my wife like a paid prostitute, doing whatever he wants. Rough actions would hurt her feelings.
Just after nine o'clock, my wife called to say that our son was already asleep and asked me to pick her up. Without saying a word, I rode my motorcycle home. My wife was already waiting there. I nodded contentedly and set off with her. It was less than fifteen minutes from my house to the hotel. I said a lot of nice things to my wife along the way and introduced her to Mr. Wu, so that she wouldn't lose face when she saw that he was an old man. Although I know my wife likes older men.
Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Mr. Wu, of course, opened the door. When I presented my deceased wife to him, I noticed his eyes were fixed on her. He was so stunned that he forgot to let us in. I had to pat him on the shoulder to bring him back to his senses. He then ushered my wife and me into the room with great care. My wife walked in front, and he followed closely behind, his eyes never leaving her buttocks. To be honest, my wife's most alluring feature was her lower body, especially today, as she wore white tight pants that accentuated her round buttocks, showcasing her seductive charm. While admiring my wife's figure, he secretly gave me a thumbs up. My wife already possessed a refined air among her peers, and even more so in front of an elderly man like myself. At 1.64 meters tall and weighing 54 kilograms, her slender figure, coupled with her appropriate attire, made her appear even more elegant and graceful. How could anyone not be captivated? As soon as we entered, my wife plopped down on the bed. The old man was even faster than me, immediately sitting down next to her. I, however, sat down on the sofa opposite them. My wife tried to get up, but I gently stopped her. As soon as she sat down, the lecherous old man leered at her and moved closer. My wife moved away shyly, but he moved closer again. Finally, she was forced to her knees and stopped moving. At that moment, Mr. Wu grabbed my wife's waist. My wife cleverly pulled away from Mr. Wu, separated from the bed, and sat on the chair next to me. I sensed something was wrong. Mr. Wu's face was even redder from drinking, and he seemed very embarrassed. I quickly stepped in to smooth things over. I took my wife's hand and personally handed her over to Mr. Wu, introducing them to each other. Mr. Wu seized the opportunity to pull my wife back onto the bed, and she sat down next to him.
The man on the other end started acting dishonestly. He held my wife's hand tightly with one hand, refusing to let go, while his other arm encircled her waist. His fawning face was almost pressed against hers. Perhaps due to the strong smell of alcohol, my wife frowned and turned her face away, avoiding his advances.
Blinded by lust, this usually suave old man was completely oblivious to his indecent behavior, believing it was my presence that made the woman in front of him hesitant to act. He gradually revealed his intention to make me leave.
When I told Mr. Wu about the situation, he was overjoyed, calling me "brother" repeatedly, treating me like a close friend. I thought to myself: We're not brothers anymore, we'll become... The connection is established, haha.
In this situation, of course I should separate, because in his mind, he's looking for a prostitute, someone who can be fucked for money, not what we call a threesome.
But, did I go through all this trouble to bring my wife here just for his money? Wrong! Everyone should understand my goal better than I do, so I won't say more. However, in this situation, I still have to keep up the act and not let him see through my act. Thinking of this, I got up to say goodbye. As expected, he replied very readily, without any intention of stopping me. He quickly stood up, grabbed my hand, and led me to the door. I cursed this uncouth bastard in my heart. Seeing that we were almost at the door, I had no choice but to cast a pleading look at Liao Pan. As for my wife, she obviously understood what I wanted, so she grabbed her bag and went outside, saying she wanted to come with me because she was scared to be alone.
Mr. Wu, of course, couldn't bear to let Li Ren, who was right in front of him, leave him. He grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go for a long time, looking all fawning and obsequious, as if he hadn't seen a woman in eight lifetimes. I found it hilarious.
My wife's performance was perfectly timed and naturally kept me there. Seeing that the opportunity was right, I closed the door and went back to the room. I patted Mr. Wu on the shoulder and told him not to let my presence ruin their good time. He could relax, I'd watch my TV and sleep, and they could have their fun. If I left, she would leave too, and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. That's it.
Seeing my wife's resolute stance after I said that, Mr. Wu had no choice but to give up. Huan He jokingly said I was a good friend and brother, and even asked if my sister-in-law was alright since I wasn't home all night. He repeatedly urged me to call home and ask my wife for leave. He never dreamed that the woman he was about to fuck was his sister-in-law.
I saw my wife covering her mouth and secretly laughing. I wanted to laugh too, but I held it in. I told him to take a shower, and I'd call home. He said okay, and soon he took off his clothes.
Like all middle-aged men, he had a lot of fat on his body, and under his grayish-white underwear was his still-unidentified penis, though it wasn't fully exposed. But you could also see his huddled-up figure.
Wearing shorts, he went into the bathroom, and soon the sound of water and off-key tunes filled the air.
I pretended to call my "wife" at home loudly
, and she secretly laughed beside me. I grabbed her breasts through her clothes and gently kneaded them. My wife chuckled softly, not daring to make a loud noise. Her thick padded bra covered her small breasts, and there was no fleshy feel at all through her clothes. I simply abandoned her breasts and went for her sexy vulva. Although my wife's upper body was slender, her lower body was unusually fleshy, especially her vulva. Lying naked, it was just as people say… Like a small steamed bun, it was incredibly sexy.
I placed my entire palm on her vulva, my middle finger hooked between her labia, feeling the fleshy texture of the pubic tissue. My wife, probably aroused by me, leaned against my shoulder coquettishly.
My aroused wife slightly opened her legs, ready to let that stranger's fingers shamelessly and erotically invade her.
Before we could do anything more, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. I quickly returned to the sofa; I didn't want that guy to realize we were a real couple. My wife seemed to understand my meaning, pretending nothing had happened, and pretended to be engrossed in watching TV. As soon as we sat down, that guy, shirtless and only wrapped in a bath towel... He pulled out his buttocks, and if nothing unexpected happened, Lang Lingqing was definitely not wearing anything, which was indecent. When he leered as he sat down next to my wife, I happened to see, through the dim light, his large, round testicles and the shadow of his genitals protruding from the bulge in the towel.
This guy was probably really impatient; before she was even properly seated, he started getting restless. Soon, Mr. Wu's hand found where he wanted to touch her. Through her clothes, my wife's breasts, supported by a sponge, were completely covered by Mr. Wu's enormous breasts. A
faint blush rose on my wife's fair face; I didn't know if it was from excitement or shyness.
I lay on the bed, my wife kneeling beside me giving me oral sex, while he knelt... He was kissing his wife's buttocks under the bed.
His wife was desperately trying to avoid his hands, her eyes constantly glancing at him. The astute Mr. Wu assumed it was his presence that was making the woman hesitant, so he subtly tried to signal me to go take a shower first. This small gesture, of course, didn't escape his wife's notice. Before I could react, she rushed into the bathroom and locked the door, leaving Mr. Wu and me staring at each other blankly. After we recovered, we both burst into laughter, unsure whether we were laughing at her shyness or her embarrassment. In any case, neither of us knew what the other was laughing at; we just exchanged knowing smiles.
His wife went into the bathroom, and Mr. Wu put his hands behind his head, becoming a "person."
He lay on the bed, his genitals completely exposed before me. I glanced at his genitals; they weren't fully erect, and I figured they couldn't be that big. But his testicles were huge, definitely loaded with ammunition. My wife was in for a treat today. When I asked him about the woman in front of me, the lecherous old man gave me a thumbs up, praising her profusely. He said this was the kind of woman he liked best. Although she was a bit thin, she was slender and exceptionally beautiful. He said such virtuous women were rare these days, and it was his good fortune to meet her today. He added that if things went well, he would definitely thank me, his brother.
A moment later, the sound of water came from the bathroom. We all knew my wife had undressed and started showering. Now, Mr. Wu started getting restless. He sat up, and I, of course, knew what he wanted to do. So I gave him a hint. Encouraged by me, this guy, with a speed that even we young men couldn't match, was at the bathroom door in no time. He squatted down and peeked through the vent under the bathroom door. I could already imagine my wife's naked body completely exposed to his retina. Gradually, I noticed Mr. Wu's genitals slowly becoming erect, and the bottom of the large bath towel was restlessly raised.
I can guarantee that so far, no man has been unhappy seeing my wife, and from this angle, you can see my wife's slender thighs and sexy genitals perfectly.
At this moment, Mr. Wu seemed to have gotten tired of squatting, so he simply sat on the ground to admire himself. While admiring himself, he also began to stroke his own genitals. At this moment, he was completely aroused, and his penis was fully erect. I estimated that it was about a third smaller than mine, about the size of those boys who had not yet fully matured.
About fifteen minutes later, the sound of running water stopped. Mr. Wu quickly tidied himself up and returned to the bed, pretending to watch TV. The bathroom door opened, and his wife appeared before us, still neatly dressed, making Mr. Wu and I somewhat disappointed. I secretly gave my wife a sly look. Of course, she understood what I meant. She smiled faintly and sat on the sofa next to me. I knew that deep down she didn't like this completely unfamiliar man, especially an old man like him. She was acting so happily for my sake.
At this moment, my wife was even more captivating. Her flushed face resembled that of a woman after a bath, leaving the other man mesmerized. Wanting to get her into bed sooner and enjoy my tender wife as quickly as possible, I suggested taking a shower too. Mr. Wu nodded happily at the suggestion, but my wife held onto me, refusing to let me leave. I got up, took her hand, and gently patted the back of it, as if giving her some kind of encouragement, before letting me pull away.
My wife's delicate nipples were already being caressed and teased by Mr. Wu's lecherous hands. His fingers continued to tease her slightly upturned back. Unlike some clients who roughly trample on her breasts, the old man caressed her like a lover, letting her feel his skillful touch.
It must be admitted that this old man was a master of seduction. He first gently rubbed her breasts in circular motions, his fingertips occasionally flicking her delicate back while simultaneously pinching and kneading her nipples.
I already sensed my wife's unease; I knew she was starting to get aroused. Her nipples were the most sensitive part of her body, the easiest part for a man to capture.
The old man's mouth wasn't idle either. He slowly licked down my wife's face, kissing her breasts. He approached her breasts, but didn't immediately shove them into her high, firm breasts. Instead, he licked the outer sides of her breasts, then moved to her armpits, crawling down to her flat stomach, and once again getting close to her breasts. Like a snake, he slowly circled her breasts from the outside in, his tongue replacing his fingertips to tease her delicate nipples. He slowly pressed down, taking her nipple into his mouth, greedily sucking on her breast like a baby. His left hand, now replaced by his mouth, gently slid over my wife's body.
I knew exactly where her erogenous zones were. My wife was actually a very pure and simple woman, with a very concentrated range of erogenous zones. Any man could easily find her sensitive areas, let alone this old fox. The old man's hand had already reached his wife's flat lower abdomen, caressing her smooth and delicate belly, slipping inside the edge of her panties, and probing towards her secret pubic area.
The old man, unable to resist the powerful intruder, smoothly trampled the tender grass, then leisurely strolled among the flowers.
His wife's panties were pulled down, all obstacles removed, and her mysterious triangle area was now in the old lecher's eyes. His wife's cheeks were flushed, her skin a rosy white, like a freshly peeled egg. Her nipples were erect, and her areolas had changed from dark red to pink. The whole woman looked so harmonious, even, and beautiful, without a single flaw, like a perfect work of art.
Today's threesome is different from usual. In a threesome, I can stand by and help another man flirt with and play with his wife. But today, I can only sit like an outsider, watching those tasteless TV dramas, as if the woman on the bed has nothing to do with me. I let the transaction between the prostitute and the client proceed normally. Although I am already very happy inside and my lower body has begun to swell and become engorged with blood, I still pretend to be very calm on the outside.
Over there, Mr. Wu, who had been eagerly anticipating this moment, was already straddling my wife. His fully erect penis slowly approached her vaginal opening, the tip of its head already piercing through the dense thicket of hair. The naked, unfamiliar penis directly attacked my wife's equally naked honey source. The small penis easily slipped into my wife's overflowing vagina. Her labia were constantly being squeezed and prodded by a strange genital, and her vagina was seeping fluids uncontrollably. The old man's ugly glans squeezed the tender flesh, and the unfamiliar male's angular penis ravaged my wife's tight vagina like a fleshy snake. My mature and beautiful wife no longer felt any shyness. She slightly parted her mouth, tightly closed her eyes, and tried to regulate her heavy breathing, but the sweet impact was unavoidable, and the sweet dream continued.
The old man's buttocks had already begun to move back and forth. I suddenly remembered to ask Mr. Wu to use a condom.
I looked at my wife with loving eyes, and mustered my courage to hand Mr. Wu a box of small condoms that I had prepared on the way. Mr. Wu, still in the throes of passion, hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly pulled his penis out of my wife's vagina and put on the smallest condom. Of course, I knew in my heart that no man liked that thin barrier; even my wife loathed it.
The old man skillfully put on the condom and once again inserted that unfamiliar sex toy into my wife's body.
The old man's glans began to slide in and out of his wife's vaginal opening, sometimes visible, sometimes not, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of the tender flesh clenching and rubbing against her. Perhaps it was because the old man hadn't been with a woman in a long time, or perhaps it was because his wife's small vulva gave him a greater sense of friction, but in less than ten minutes, the guy let out a loud groan and sprawled on top of my wife like a dead pig, ejaculating. My wife hadn't even experienced any pleasure before this useless old man threw her aside.
She lay there in a V-shape, her pubic hair wet, her pink vaginal opening now dark red from the stimulation, the slightly open opening revealing the outer walls of her vagina. Still unsatisfied, my wife thought that I would, like in a threesome, fill the void left by the first man when the first one wasn't satisfied, giving her another to fill the emptiness.
Unlike usual, I didn't strip naked and penetrate her to give her the orgasm she hadn't yet achieved. Instead, I sat neatly dressed beside her, rubbing her wet clitoris to ease her emptiness.
Mr. Wu, the fat pig-like man, probably just washed his genitals briefly and quickly returned, naked, to the bed. Seeing me touching the woman he had just been with, he merely smiled faintly, offering no invitation for me to join in. Actually, I hadn't considered joining either; if I did, it would become a threesome, defeating the purpose of today's plan and preventing me from experiencing the pleasure of having my wife as a prostitute.
Mr. Wu's penis had completely shrunk, lying in the thick pubic hair, only a small, dark red glans visible, barely noticeable unless you looked closely.
He lay down naked next to his wife, turned around and pulled her into his arms, trying to kiss her. His wife struggled to resist, but the old man didn't force her. Instead, he held her upper body, letting her lie in his fat lap. His left arm reached under her neck and grasped one of her breasts, while his other hand roamed over her body. After a while, perhaps thinking he wouldn't do anything more, his wife got up to put on her clothes. But before she could even stand up, Mr. Wu pinned her down again, his fat buttocks sitting on her lap. His large testicles pressed against his wife's pubic hair. He grabbed her wrists with both hands, opened his mouth wide, and shoved her right breast into it. His wife let
out a soft "Oh," and her struggling body went limp again, continuing to enjoy the pleasure from her nipples. Mr. Wu pulled his wife's hand forward and began to stroke his limp penis. Under his wife's ministrations, his limp penis began to throb slightly, though not fully erect, but much larger than before. It was unclear whether this was due to the old man's vigorous sexual function or his wife's skill in stroking his genitals.
Two pale figures rolled, laughed, and flirted on one single bed, while on the other bed, a man leisurely watched their excellent performance and the boring television.
The reason they wore condoms wasn't to prevent his wife from getting pregnant with an IUD; the purpose of condoms was to prevent the spread of sexually transmitted diseases and to prevent the old man's dirty fluids from remaining inside his wife.
After more than forty minutes, Mr. Wu finally managed to insert his not-yet-fully-erect penis into my wife's vagina with great difficulty. He then began to move his penis against her body. My wife, with her eyes closed, began to enjoy the pleasure of sex a second time. Although the first time hadn't brought her any sensation, I was certain that the second time would give her an orgasm. My wife, her eyes half-closed in a seductive manner, clung tightly to Mr. Wu's neck, her buttocks constantly thrusting upwards. I knew my wife's orgasm was imminent. At this moment, I could no longer resist the temptation of the beautiful scene. I jumped up from the bed and went to the foot of the bed, watching the two genitals conspiring. This was the scene I had always dreamed of. Mr. Wu's penis moved in and out of my wife's vagina swiftly, and the speed increased. My wife's genitals began to make "squirting" and "splashing"
sounds of lustful fluid. His thighs and testicles slapped against my wife's buttocks and genitals, making crisp "slapping" sounds.
With his rhythm changing from fast to slow, my wife made sleep-talking sounds.
As his wife's body began to tremble slightly in front of the strange man, Mr. Wu's hands stopped wandering aimlessly and lingered on his wife's snow-white, slender thighs, stroking back and forth along the inside and outside of her thighs. From time to time, he intentionally or unintentionally touched the tight spot between his wife's buttocks and pubic bone, as if he was exploring his wife's primal pleasure point, a primal point that could arouse a woman's desire.
Mr. Wu went into the bathroom. My heart was filled with love. Before I left, I embraced my wife's naked body. She was still in the position she had been in during intercourse. The "big"
old man's penis was now thrusting in and out of my wife's vagina faster and harder. My wife's vulva was covered with her secretions. Her two swollen labia tightly gripped his penis. With each thrust, he pulled it out and pushed it in. I knew my wife was about to reach orgasm. I stared intently at my wife's vulva, eager to see the perfect moment of her orgasm. My wife spread her legs wide, trying desperately to lift them up. Suddenly, my wife let out
an "Oh!" from the other end of the bed. I saw my wife's whole body tremble, and her perineum began to twitch. Mr. Wu had also felt my wife's orgasm. He lay on top of my wife, motionless, fully enjoying the tightness and pleasure coming from her vagina.
A minute or two later, my wife seemed to regain her composure. Mr. Wu pulled out his penis and returned it between my wife's legs. He spread my wife's legs apart with his hands and carefully looked at my wife's vulva. I also looked at it. It had already started to turn red. The vagina opened up to a small hole about a quarter the size of a fingernail, and the surrounding area was filled with glistening liquid.
Exhausted, Mr. Wu lay on the bed, seemingly struggling, and pulled his wife onto him. She obediently climbed on top of him, unwrapped a clean condom, and deftly helped him put it on. Then, he sat down on her small penis, which quickly disappeared before my eyes, fully inserted into her vagina. She then began to move up and down, her legs straight, her buttocks responding to her movements. She grasped her breasts with both hands, her lower body heaving rapidly, vigorously stimulating the old man. I knew she wanted him to ejaculate quickly so she could rest. The old man's penis pounded and thrust forcefully into her vagina like a pile driver.
After his first climax, this guy seemed unhurried this time. His wife struggled to move him, pausing several times along the way. Finally, she turned to me with pleading eyes. I gestured for her to squat, and she immediately understood. Sometimes when I couldn't ejaculate, I would have her use this position. In this position, the woman's thighs exert force, making her vagina much tighter than usual. In this position, no man could resist surrendering. Realizing what was happening
, his wife quickly squatted up, forcefully clamping the old man's penis between her legs. The old man greedily watched his penis move in and out of his wife's vagina, his hands never leaving her breasts, his hips continuing to thrust upwards. When his wife sat down, he would tacitly meet her thrusts. His wife's speed increased, and the old man could no longer hold back. He opened his mouth wide and screamed like he was crying. Then, his lower body pressed tightly between his wife's legs, his penis fully inserted into her vagina, unable to move. His buttocks trembled, and he ejaculated a large amount of semen into the condom. His wife, like a deflated balloon, lay on top of him for a few seconds before getting up. His limp penis, still attached to the condom, had already slipped out. At this moment, his wife no longer cared about anything and sat in my lap, hugging me tightly. She pressed her flushed face against my neck and kissed me passionately. I caressed her; her orgasm was still in full swing. Her nipples were still erect, and her hardened clitoris was still protruding from her labia. The vaginal fluid continuously flowing from her vagina made my pants sticky. As
Mr. Wu hurriedly pulled down the condom to go into the bathroom, I glanced at his semi-erect penis. His pubic hair was covered in my wife's vaginal fluid, and his penis was covered in his own semen. Seeing me looking at him, he embarrassedly invited my wife to wash first. My wife wanted me to help her wash, but I suggested that we all wash together.
I took off my clothes and went into the bathroom with them . He knelt down and gently stroked his wife's pubic hair and labia with the showerhead, carefully parting her labia to clean her vulva. I washed her upper body, and in the large mirror, I saw my wife looking incredibly sexy under the caresses of two men. My penis was hard, pressing tightly against her buttocks.
He knelt below my wife, turned the showerhead to its maximum, and sprayed water onto her vulva, the water washing over her labia, clitoris, and vaginal opening. Stimulated, he became erect again. He stroked her for a while and then kissed her genitals. His wife went limp, turned around, and hugged him, her other hand gripping his penis and stroking it. I couldn't take it anymore. I turned off the shower and led his wife back to the room, and he followed.
After a while, I had his wife stay in the same position, then moved behind her and lay on the bed, wanting her to give him oral sex. She didn't give him oral sex; instead, she rested her face on his large belly, her buttocks raised high. He let me insert my penis into her vagina from behind.
The thrill of watching my wife being played with brought me to orgasm quickly, and I ejaculated thick semen into her vagina.
When my wife was limp and lying on the bed, I pulled out my penis and helped her wipe the semen clean. As soon as she finished wiping, the old lecher carried her to his bed. At that moment, my wife didn't want to move anymore.
That night, my wife slept next to that man. The next morning, I was woken up by their murmurs. I pretended to be asleep and listened to what they were saying. It turned out that Mr. Wu had come again early in the morning. My wife covered her genitals to stop him from doing it, saying she had to get up for work. The old man laughed and grabbed her hand to stop her from leaving, saying that it only took 2 minutes and he wouldn't ejaculate. Seeing how hard he was going to work, my wife reluctantly agreed. He grinned and pressed down on my wife. He held his half-erect penis against the entrance of my wife's vagina and slowly inserted it.
Because his penis wasn't fully erect, it wasn't easy to insert. His wife used her hand to pry open the opening, allowing him to insert it with difficulty. Then, she gently told him he only had two minutes.
He thrust in and out (a few times) and said, "Two minutes is no problem. Let my wife count to 120. I'll stop when I reach 120."
His wife started diligently and gently counting his thrusts. She counted when he inserted and when he pulled out. He quickly stopped, saying that insertion and withdrawal only counted once. His
wife smiled and nodded in agreement. I thought it was fun, so I secretly opened my eyes a crack to watch them play. The old man was cunning, slowly inserting and then slowly withdrawing. Because he inserted so slowly, his wife had to count slowly too. His penis became fully erect without any thrusting. Perhaps he had worked too hard last night, and he definitely didn't want to ejaculate today. When his wife counted to 120, he thrust in and out rapidly (a few times), and then pulled out. His glistening penis was covered in his wife's vaginal fluid. The early morning sunlight was even more dazzling. My wife got up without being woken up, quickly showered in the bathroom, and got dressed. Her workplace has strict rules; being late results in a pay cut, and I didn't want her to waste any more time, so I let her be.
As soon as the old man returned to my wife's side, I quickly lay down on the other bed. My wife turned away shyly, her side revealing her curvaceous, smooth waist. My naked wife returned to the old lecher's side.
Although my wife had flirted with other men in front of me more than once, this man was a complete stranger, someone I'd never even spoken to before, let alone an old man. The scene resembled a transaction between a customer and a prostitute.
Seeing my wife about to leave, Mr. Wu quickly woke her up and took out a wad of cash. Then, Lang Lingqing pulled out about five bills and handed them to me, asking me to pay for my wife's overnight stay last night. I pulled out two bills and returned them to Mr. Wu. Nowadays, an overnight stay for a young lady only costs 300 yuan. Mr. Wu is my friend's mentor, and I didn't want him to say we weren't being fair. The money had to be paid according to the rules, otherwise I would be letting my friend down. When I handed the money to my wife, she didn't want it. I quickly gave her a wink, and she accepted it knowingly and put it in her bag. Mr. Wu didn't take back the 200 yuan I had returned to him, but tried to stuff it into my pocket. Of course, I wouldn't take his money; that would make my friend look down on me! I refused to return the money to him, but he said it was a gesture of smugness towards me, and he wanted me to buy cigarettes. The two of us kept pushing and shoving each other, and finally, I had no choice but to take out one bill and give it to my wife, and return the rest... I gave it to him, and when Mr. Wu saw that I was determined not to take it, he didn't insist anymore. He patted me on the shoulder, praising me for being a good friend. Little did he know, the prostitute he'd spent the night with was my wife.
That very night, Mr. Wu left. That guy wasn't there to do business; I think he was just after the woman. As he left, he praised my abilities and sincerely invited me to come to his place, bringing the woman from the night before. How could I dare? My accomplices in Wuhu all knew my wife; everything would be exposed soon enough. When my
wife came home that night, carrying bags of equipment, she acted as if nothing had happened. She happily told me she'd spent all her earnings from the night before. I said, "So what if you spent it? I don't want to spend your money from selling your body. As long as you're happy."

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