The cheating wife—wife and prostitute

The Cheating Wife - Wife and Prostitute
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(Part 1)

How did things turn out like this? Sitting at the dining table, watching the rising steam slowly drift away from the coffee cup, I actually already knew as soon as Zhijie arrived at the TV cabinet last night.

But John and Jack, those two thick penises, one in my horny little butt and the other in my little wet hole, with Sean constantly pulling on the three rings on my body, oh…! It was so intoxicating.

God! Thinking about that night, I can't help myself, it's killing me… My little wet hole is getting wet again, someone help me!

I didn't actually reach climax so quickly last night, but when I realized Zhijie was next to the TV cabinet, for some reason my whole body started to tighten, and then suddenly my sensitivity increased several times over, as if I had taken an aphrodisiac, and the orgasms that followed were unstoppable.

Speaking of Zhijie, sigh! It's actually quite a pity. His biggest flaw is that he's only slightly bigger than other Chinese men, and in terms of sexual intensity and duration, even foreigners can't compare to him.

Actually, I knew from the second year of our relationship that I wasn't his true love. Don't ask me how I knew; trust a woman's intuition about relationships. I believe Zhijie himself only realized this when we were divorcing.

From the second year that Xiaozhen and I habitually went to pubs to find orgasms, many ordinary foreigners couldn't satisfy me anymore, thanks to Zhijie. Even

after I got used to the big foreigners, Zhijie could still give me orgasms, which is what I admire most about him.

I actually love myself more. How to put it? You could call it selfish! I value whether I can get what I want; I don't care so much about other people's feelings.

Actually, I both love and hate Xiaozhen. Xiaozhen showed me what sexual ecstasy is, but she also turned me into a slut, and in the end, I lost Zhijie. That's how it happened.

That was a little over a year after Zhijie and I got married. One afternoon, as Zhijie was about to leave work, Xiaozhen somehow got my phone number and called, asking me out for dinner that night to catch up. She said many classmates would be going too. It wasn't until after my accident that I found out Xiaozhen had deliberately lied to me.

In fact, although Xiaozhen and I were classmates, we never really interacted. I basically looked down on Xiaozhen because I always thought she was a lovesick fool. Let me put it this way: it seemed like almost every male classmate I knew, except Zhijie, had slept with Xiaozhen. At the time, I didn't understand why Zhijie was an exception. It wasn't until later that Xiaozhen told me it was because Zhijie was ignoring her.

Another good thing about Zhijie was his trust in me. His trust made me feel like he didn't care about me at all. Whenever I told him I wanted to go out, his answer was always "okay." I even suspected that one day if I told him I wanted to go to a hotel with a man, he would still say "okay."

That night, I met up with Xiaozhen and chatted for a bit before wanting to go home. Xiaozhen practically dragged me into a noisy pub with deafening music. Reluctantly, I ordered a "Bloody Mary" and kept her company as she sang along.

I noticed Xiaozhen seemed to know every foreigner there; some would casually touch her thighs or buttocks as they passed by. Seeing this, I couldn't stay seated any longer.

I started to feel dizzy, and when I told Xiaozhen, she led me to a quieter corner. Then a white man came over, chatted with Xiaozhen for a bit, and said something I couldn't hear (it was too noisy). He and Xiaozhen started dancing together next to me.

My head was spinning; the world was spinning. The foreigner pulled Xiaozhen's red camisole up to her breasts, and I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. She turned and lewdly looked at me, licking her lips.

My mouth was dry. The foreigner lowered his head and started biting Xiaozhen's nipple, one arm around her waist. I was stunned because his other hand was pulling up Xiaozhen's elastic miniskirt.

Xiaozhen wasn't even wearing underwear, and in just a moment, she looked like a snow-white gourd tied with two loops of ribbon.

I couldn't process what was happening, but I was so thirsty and hot. Xiaozhen's lower body pressed unabashedly against the foreigner's crotch, her hands grabbing his hair and guiding him to bite her nipple.

Oh my god! What was she trying to do?! I wanted to go home, but I also wanted to keep watching. I wanted to see what that foreigner's manhood looked like. My body tensed up, and I involuntarily squeezed my legs together slightly.

Xiaozhen struggled to touch the foreigner's already swollen penis through his pants. It looked huge through the pants. Why didn't Xiaozhen take it out? I felt my whole body burning up, so thirsty!

Ah! The foreigner pulled down his zipper himself. Oh! It popped out! Wow! It's so big and long, it's so itchy down there, it feels like something's leaking out, why do my panties feel wet?

Oh! It's going in, no! No, it's rubbing against Xiaozhen's vulva, Xiaozhen's legs are open to cooperate, come on! Come tease me! Come stroke my breasts, my lower abdomen, rub me with your big things like it rubs against Xiaozhen!

It's in! It's in! Oh my god! It's inside Xiaozhen, oh! How wonderful it would be if I were Xiaozhen.

So comfortable! My breasts feel so good! Whose hand is inside my bra, squeezing my breasts hard?

So comfortable! I want it! I want more! Yes, yes, right there, squeeze my nipples harder.

Xiaozhen is pulling my left hand, when did she lie down on the table, oh! It's thrusting into Xiaozhen's vulva, it looks so good, Xiaozhen is pulling me over hard, does she want to talk to me?

Xiaozhen is kissing me, is she kissing me? I don't want her to kiss me, but her hands are holding my head, and I can't get up. It

feels so good! Someone's touching my butt, oh dear! He's touching my vulva with his hand, don't stop, don't stop!

Xiao Zhen is so naughty, she's biting my ear, why does my butt feel so cold? No! Don't take off my panties! Who's licking my vulva? Why are they even licking my anus? It's so dirty, but it feels so good!

No! Stop licking! I can't take it anymore! Come in! Come in, my little cunt needs it!

Huh? Why am I saying that? Whoever taught me that, hurry up and insert it into my little cunt!

Wow! What is that? It's so big, how did it get inside me? No! I don't want it anymore, it hurts!

No! No! Oh… I… No… No… No… Don't stop… Don't stop!

Oh! Hurry! I'm coming! Don't stop, Xiao Zhen, suck harder! Ah! That's right, it's the nipples.

I'm coming! I'm coming! Give it all to me, ah... I'm coming... I'm coming... Don't stop! Oh...

Ugh... Give it all to me... Shoot it all inside... Don't stop... Don't stop... I want more.

Is anyone else here? Hurry! Come and fuck my little cunt!

Oh... Ugh! It's good that someone knows I want more.

That night was the first time I experienced consecutive orgasms. I don't know why? I just couldn't let go with Zhijie. Apart from the size issue, I completely believed that Zhijie could do better than those foreigners, but I didn't dare. I just didn't dare to let go in front of Zhijie.

I only found out later from Bob that Bob was the bartender! Actually, Xiao Zhen set me up that day. She had Bob put one hallucinogenic drug and three aphrodisiac pills in my "Bluey Mary." That night, I was gang-raped by three old men, and I think I orgasmed almost ten times.

After that, I started chasing after those kinds of orgasms—anyone but Zhi Jie would be good to me. I guess it's because I've suppressed my true nature for so long! Or maybe it's just my innate nature coming to light!

I don't hate Xiao Zhen anymore, really, because after my divorce from Zhi Jie, I returned the favor to her by putting in ten powerful aphrodisiac pills. Every man in the pub that night had some, and more than once. If I hadn't had Jack stop me, Xiao Zhen would probably have been naked in the street like a bitch!

However, I think I went too far. Xiao Zhen was exhausted that night. Now she's like an overindulgent bitch; she ejaculates uncontrollably whenever her erogenous zones are touched. So I often wear sunglasses day and night to avoid people seeing her panda eyes.

A Red Apricot Branch Over the Wall—Wife and Prostitute (Side Story 2)

Author: Jason Published: 2003/07/30 Erotic Coastline

"Husband!" My wife, still trembling, gasped softly in my arms as she caught her breath.

"Hmm?"

"Do you like Bao Yun?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, then...if Bao Yun were to come with us, would that be alright?" My wife stammered.

"She always lives at home."

"No! I mean, let her sleep with us!" My wife looked at me, half-leaning as if she had made a major decision.

"Sigh! I'm almost graduating from graduate school and I still have to rely on you. Don't you think that's bad?" I paused and continued.

"What if we get married in the future? Are you going to bring Bao-yun's husband into our bed?"

"That's not what I meant!"

"Then you mean?" I started to squint, could it be that my wife agreed to...

"Look at your lecherous face, that's right! That's what you're thinking right now!" My wife said a little strangely.

"Huh! You mean it?" I was a little surprised.

"Yes!" My wife lay down on her side and drew circles around my nipple with her finger.

"Actually, I can't stand you anymore," my wife said.

"I mean, it feels so good to make love with you, but you want it almost every day, I really can't take it,"

my wife said a little aggrievedly.

"But you're very happy, aren't you?" I also turned to look at my wife.

"Yeah, it's because of you that I always end up coming again and again. Do you know how tiring it is for me? Actually, I'm a little scared when I see you, but I can't help feeling good when you touch me."

"Huh? Isn't that bad?" "

It's good, but it's not good either."

"How so?"

"Think about it! If you've already come, and I keep stimulating your head, would you feel good?"

My wife asked me seriously.

"That's different! Women can come many times!"

"The more times you come, the more it feels wrong. How should I put it! It feels a little numb and tingly, not to mention it's bad for your body.

" "Really? Then why are you always so satisfied?"

"Honey! Because of you!"

"Then what will happen in the future?" Looking at my wife's face, although she's three years older than me, maybe it's because of her skincare routine, or maybe she's naturally youthful-looking, or maybe it's just that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but in my eyes, my wife always looks like a beautiful woman in her 30s or 40s. But today, when my wife mentioned it, she really looked a little haggard, and there were some dark circles under her eyes.

"Wife! I'm so sorry!" I hugged my wife tenderly.

"I'll try my best to avoid touching you from now on."

"How can you do that! No way!" My wife immediately objected.

"Or what?" I was a little confused.

"Ah! You want Baoyun to be with me?" I suddenly understood the situation.

"Yeah! No... you're doing it again." She reached out and slapped my restless hand on her butt hard.

"Baoyun is your daughter? Are you kidding me?" I finally realized.

"No! I asked her too." My wife said confidently.

"What did she say?"

"She didn't have the nerve to say anything. She just said it was up to me to decide." I couldn't help but think of Baoyun's young body, even more alluring than Liting's. But she was Liting's daughter. When I left Liting for ten years and tried everything to find her, if it weren't for Baoyun's help, how could I have brought Liting back into my arms, let alone have this happy marriage now?

Baoyun, for some reason, has always called me "Dad," while she only calls her biological father "Papa" perfunctorily. Besides, Liting was almost 37 when we got married. Although Liting wanted to have a baby, I didn't. Think about it! A nearly 40-year-old mother! It's a huge

risk for both Liting and the child!

Since Liting and I rekindled our relationship, Baoyun has been more proactive than either of us. Because of Baoyun's obedience, I genuinely treat her like a daughter. Although sometimes I can't help but have inappropriate thoughts, it's just a misconception even a biological father might have for his daughter!

Baoyun is understanding and mostly lively and cheerful, but if you piss her off, her cunning is truly both funny and exasperating. Baoyun is about 20 years younger than me! She should be living happily with a man who is worthy of her, not inexplicably and improperly involved with me, her stepfather.

"How is it, honey?" My wife shook me.

"No."

"Why? Don't you like her?" My wife's eyes were full of questions.

"It's not liking, it's loving her. I love Baoyun very much, but I treat her like a daughter, holding her in my hands for fear of dropping her. I'm afraid she'll be too hot in the summer, too cold in the winter, afraid she'll be bullied when she goes out, especially afraid she'll be deceived by bad boys," I explained.

"Baoyun and I aren't related by blood, but I feel that if I have a child, the relationship with that child won't be closer than my relationship with Baoyun," I said to my wife very seriously.

"Dad..." I didn't know when, but Baoyun was standing at the door, her face covered in tears, walking towards me.

"You..."

Baoyun suddenly threw herself into my arms and cried, hugging me tightly and refusing to let go.

"Oh! Baoyun! Silly daughter," I struggled to sit up and hugged Baoyun to sit on my lap.

"Your mommy's not thinking straight right now, and you, a graduate student, are going to act stupid too?" I tried my best to calm myself down. Just kidding, a delicate young body was rubbing against my manhood in my arms, it was like a trial from hell!

"But I just love Daddy!" Baoyun said, wiping away tears and sobbing.

"Dad likes you too, but he only sees you as a daughter," I said, trying my best to remain calm.

I only then realized that Bao-yun was wearing a two-piece dance costume, and clearly nothing underneath, as if she was preparing something for me. I didn't know what the mother and daughter were really talking about; all I knew was that if I didn't suppress my anger, the consequences for the three of us would be something I didn't want. I racked my brains, trying my best to communicate with Bao-yun, until I didn't even know what I was saying anymore, but I finally managed to calm her down. As for what Bao-yun would think afterward, that was beyond my control.

After finally coaxing Bao-yun into a smile and sending her out of the room, I turned back, starting to feel my anger rising.

"What's wrong with her? What kind of mother are you?... " I berated Li-ting relentlessly.

"Don't you even think about my health?" Li-ting blushed, still smiling.

"I..." I paused.

"Sigh! I really treat Bao-yun like a daughter. Aside from Bao-yun, I'll leave everything else to you!" I said, somewhat resignedly.

"How many times a week or a month? If it really doesn't work, I can abstain for a while," I said irritably, grabbing my underwear to go take a shower.

"You said it! You can't go back on your word!"

I felt like I'd fallen into someone's trap, but who cares! As long as Bao-yun isn't dragged into it, I'm not afraid of her.

Thankfully, that period of business growth wasn't in vain. Thanks to the support of several old clients, and a decent grasp of online shopping psychology, the company, while not exactly booming, was doing quite well.

Normally, aside from necessary client interviews and checking the company accounts, I tried to let these young guys manage the company themselves as much as possible. It wasn't that I was neglecting them, but many technical and business skills weren't theirs to handle; besides, such a relaxed company and an easy-going boss are probably hard to find.

I also have a habit of bringing company documents home, not for working from home, but a habit I've developed over years of sales work. If there's anything I need to check urgently, I can immediately connect to the company's network system and examine it carefully.

Because life is easy, I've developed the habit of taking a nap. If I don't nap, I regularly go to my wife's café, find a corner to sit and enjoy her coffee. Since the company employees know my routine, they're not worried about not finding me. I quietly read books and newspapers while waiting to pick my wife up. For convenience, at my insistence, my wife also added a small staff break room at the back. It's called a staff break room, but actually only my wife and I have keys to enter.

Besides the light lunches at lunchtime, another major source of business for my wife's café is housewives who come for afternoon tea. My wife often sits down and chats with these housewives, and sometimes, when the conversation gets interesting, she'll pull me over to say hello. Although I can chat with all sorts of people, chatting with these housewives is pure torture. I'm not discriminating against them, but I genuinely feel bombarded with exhaustion.

I always thought my wife's words after Baojun's incident were just a joke, half-sulking. But strangely, since that day, she hasn't worn a bra, and I can vaguely see that she seems to be wearing nipple piercings.

This was supposed to be a playful, teasing way of flirting between us, but whenever I get aroused and pull her closer, she'll ask me to wait patiently, or beg me to let her rest for a while. When I ask her why she's dressed like that, she won't say, until...

"Honey! Do you want to wait for me in the lounge?" my wife said sweetly.

"Okay! Okay!" Just kidding, after such a long period of abstinence, it's finally paying off, thank goodness.

"But don't turn on the light!" my wife whispered.

"Okay!" I put down my book and happily went into the lounge, turning off the light.

"I wonder why my wife suddenly broke her vow today, even playing this kind of game," I thought expectantly as I took off my clothes.

Suddenly the door opened, and my wife darted in. She'd made me wait so long; I couldn't let this opportunity not be enough. Without a word, I jumped up, reached for the door, and gave her a long, passionate kiss. Without even starting, I began undressing her.

"A perfume I've never smelled before," I thought to myself. She was probably trying to surprise me. I gently pushed her to the edge of the bed and reached out to pull on her nipple ring.

"Huh! When did you take your nipple ring off?" I asked. My wife didn't answer. I began to make the same caressing motions I'd made when we first met. This was my favorite game with her at her café. Partly because I enjoyed the feel, and partly because it wasn't appropriate to do anything too intense in the café. My wife's

body, lying on the bed, writhed with the rhythm of my fingers, but only made sounds of suppressed pleasure from her nose. It was getting more and more fun; my wife was reenacting our first encounter.

I spread her legs with my knees and began to gently stroke her inner thighs and perineum. From her nose came soft moans.

I gently stimulated my wife's anus with my left hand fingers, while my right hand lightly moved back and forth between her clitoris and anus. My wife, probably because it had been a while since we'd done it, seemed particularly tense today; her anus was clenched tighter than usual, yet it kept contracting and relaxing as if stimulated.

I switched my right hand to my palm, gently maintaining the back-and-forth motion on my wife's vulva. Finally, my wife couldn't resist and knelt down, her buttocks raised. I was a little pleased with my caressing and flirting skills.

I slipped my palms through her vulva, gently reaching towards her lower abdomen and then towards her breasts, following the momentum as my tongue began its assault on her anus.

"Mmm…" my wife finally couldn't help but make a sound, though it seemed to come from her mouth through the pillow, her head buried in it.

Good, at least she made a sound. I began to gently knead my wife's breasts. It seems that being abstinent has some benefits; my wife's breasts were quite large today! My wife's vulva started pressing against my chin incessantly. She seemed particularly aroused today; the moment her vulva touched my chin, it was like a burst dam, and after only a few rubs, she had already smeared my chin.

Strangely, she continued to moan, seemingly through the pillow. While she usually suppresses her moans a bit in the shop, this was unusual. Perhaps she was afraid I'd get aroused and massage her G-spot again! Maybe she was actually hinting that I should massage her G-spot, something we don't usually do in the shop, mainly because we're afraid she'll moan too loudly, which wouldn't be good for her image.

Following her hints, I moved my face away from her lower body. Using the same old method, I began to caress her vulva with my left thumb, while my right index finger gently moved back and forth in the familiar tunnel, searching for the familiar sensation. Today, this familiar feeling seemed a little less intense than usual.

My wife, who hadn't been intimate with me for a while, seemed particularly sensitive. The moment I touched her G-spot, she immediately started trembling, as if acting out of character. She leaned forward slightly, seemingly trying to avoid my touch, or perhaps teasing me. We repeated the rubbing, trembling, and teasing until she was completely prone.

With nowhere to retreat, I started drawing circles around her G-spot, only occasionally touching it but not actually rubbing it. My wife kept trying to close her legs, but I was kneeling between them. Every time I touched that familiar spot, she started trembling again.

It seems that a period of abstinence has allowed me to discover another kind of reaction from my wife. I freed my left hand to press down on her waist, while my right index and middle fingers began to work on her G-spot without circling. My wife squeezed her legs tightly together and started making muffled moans through the pillow. I couldn't tell where her left hand was, but her right hand was reaching out and gently patting my right hand.

"No more... I don't want it anymore... Oh... Ugh..." I heard her muffled moans through the pillow.

I increased my speed and intensity, and suddenly, when I wasn't paying attention, my wife's buttocks jerked upwards, and she actually urinated while trembling all over. I had never seen my wife react like this before. I relaxed my speed and intensity, but still rubbed slowly. My wife's urine sprayed out in bursts with my rubbing, and her whole body trembled.

I stopped, leaned over my wife, and gently inserted my penis into her vagina. I enjoyed the way my wife was contracting inside her. Under this contraction, I couldn't help but hug my wife's shoulders and thrust deeply into her. My wife was still breathing, but I could tell she was enjoying it very much.

"Honey, is it comfortable? You've worked hard," I whispered in her ear, pressing deeply against her and slowly grinding against her.

"Honey, did you just get a haircut?" I asked, puzzled. Wasn't her hair short, shoulder-length before?

Her vagina tightened, but she didn't reply. Seeing that she had caught her breath, I didn't want to delve into it further. I started thrusting against her back. I'd been abstaining for too long, and after only a short while, my lower back started to ache. I pulled out, slowly turned her over, lifted her legs onto my shoulders to calm her body, and then, half-squatting, I thrust my penis back into her vagina, ready to go all the way.

In the darkness, I watched as her head began to shake with each thrust, as if she were covering her mouth with her forearm, letting out increasingly loud moans from her nose.

"See if you dare torture me like that next time," I said, kneading her clitoris as I did so.

My wife covered her mouth and shook her head, her waist swaying and thrusting as I rubbed her clitoris. Suddenly, her body trembled, her vagina began to contract, and she urinated continuously. Having abstained for so long, I continued thrusting a little longer before lying down and placing myself inside her. As I released, she arched her back, welcoming my climax.

"Wife, I never knew you could pee so much!" I whispered in her ear, gently caressing her.

She didn't speak, but from the movement of her shoulders, I could tell she was giggling. I felt she had recovered from her climax, so I turned and lay down to rest. Just

as I was about to close my eyes and relax, she got up, kissed me fiercely, put on her clothes, and disappeared into the dark room.

I thought it was time to leave after all this time, so shortly after she left, I turned on the light, put on my clothes, and went outside, glancing back at the puddle of urine on the bed.

"Luckily, the clothes weren't on the bed, or it would have been terrible," I muttered.

When I returned to my usual seat, my wife was already sitting beside me, smiling. Three cups of freshly brewed hot coffee sat on the table.

"Oh? Do you know anyone?" I asked.

"Yes! Mrs. Zhang from downstairs."

"Oh."

Our building is a two-story building; our neighbors across the hall share the same elevator. Basically, their apartments are the same layout and furnishings as ours, but facing the opposite direction. My 20th floor is the top floor, and all apartments on our side are identical in layout and furnishings, except for the decor.

Mrs. Zhang is our neighbor on the 19th floor. She's around 35 years old, fair-skinned and beautiful, quiet and elegant, with a figure similar to my wife's. Sometimes when we bump into each other in the elevator, she always nods shyly to greet me.

I sat down, about to reach out and hug my wife affectionately, when Mrs. Zhang walked up behind me and sat down at the table.

"How's Xiao Juan? I wasn't wrong, was I?" My wife gently took my hand from hers and looked at Mrs. Zhang.

"Mmm," Mrs. Zhang blushed instantly.

"What if you lose the bet?" my wife said with a half-joking laugh.

I didn't understand what they were talking about. I reached for a book, about to enter a meditative state, when I suddenly remembered that my wife still had shoulder-length hair and looked up at her.

"You don't..." I was about to ask my wife.

"You naughty husband, don't interrupt. Xiao Juan lost a bet with me and I'm collecting the debt," my wife said with a laugh.

"Listen to Xiao Juan!" Xiao Juan was Mrs. Zhang's nickname.

"What did she say?" I asked.

"Sigh! I told you not to interrupt, because it'll benefit you anyway." I turned to look at Xiao Juan! Huh! Short hair?

Xiao Juan lowered her head, her face red to her neck. Huh? Why are there teeth marks on her hand, a little purple on her fair arm? It looks like she bit her hard. I think I'm making a connection, but I'm not sure.

"Husband," Mrs. Zhang called out in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

I looked back. Wasn't Mrs. Zhang's husband on a business trip in mainland China? Nobody was there?

"Why are you speaking so softly? And this isn't what we agreed on!" my wife said to Mrs. Zhang.

"Good husband..." I turned around and saw Mrs. Zhang blushing and secretly looking at me.

"I..." I suddenly remembered, could it be in the lounge just now?

"Silly husband, someone's calling you!" My wife poked my head with her finger and whispered in my ear. It

really was Mrs. Zhang in the lounge just now, oh my god! I recalled the scene in the dark, no wonder I covered my mouth with the pillow to keep quiet, no wonder there were bite marks on my hands.

I'm going to faint, could this be my wife's arrangement?

"Not only Xiao Juan! There's also Mrs. Li from across the hall! Who told you to always make me shout loudly on the bedroom balcony so they could all hear you?" Oh my god! Have I become a gigolo? My wife has become a pimp!

But thinking about it, Mrs. Li's bust is quite impressive, eating steak instead of vegetables and radishes isn't so bad!

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