My Wife's 7th Customer

Now let me tell you about my wife and one of her customers. One day, after closing up shop, I came back to our rented apartment and saw my wife had already returned. We run two shops, each of us working on one. My wife told me she had something very important to tell me, then lowered her head and fell silent. I was shocked; my heart was pounding. What was so important? My wife said, "Today, a pervert touched me here, his hand was on my genitals." I was like, "Oh, is that so? I was terrified! I thought something serious had happened." My wife said, "This is important." I said, "Important, important, what happened? Tell me what happened." My wife then told me the whole story. It went like this: a little over a month ago, a male customer came to buy something, and after that, he came almost every day. He seemed to be a purchasing agent from a factory. This man was in his forties, dark-skinned, fat, ugly, and had a very sleazy look. My wife dislikes this type of person the most. But in business, of course, money is paramount. My wife was very polite, serving him tea and chatting with him. This guy would buy things every day to get close to her, and my wife would give him... I've trained her to be incredibly sexy; she's the most alluring woman in the entire market, even more so than when she's dressed. I often joke that she wears a super short skirt with sexy underwear—who in the market would dare wear that? She's the sexiest one! My wife seems quite pleased with this. This guy, however, is always so indecisive when buying things. He keeps asking for this and that, following her around for ages without ever really taking a liking to anything. I can tell he's after what he sees under her skirt; she's too careless and might accidentally expose herself. Well, this wasn't just a minor wardrobe malfunction where you could see her underwear; it was more like seeing pubic hair or even her labia. And this guy was really close to his wife. She might be annoyed, but he was in business, after all, and he needed to make money. I imagine he must have seen quite a bit of that sort of thing over time. How did he touch his wife? Well, he gathered all sorts of odds and ends, loaded them onto a trailer, took it outside the market, and loaded it onto his car. The stall was inside, so the car couldn't get in; it was a small sedan with the cargo area on the second row. And so, his wife, wearing that short... Wearing a short pleated skirt, she was leaning over the second-row door, stuffing goods into the truck. With each bend and forward lean, her buttocks sticked out, revealing her white, transparent underwear. While she was stuffing the goods, my wife said she felt something touching her genitals, but she didn't pay much attention. Since she was stuffing the goods in and he was stuffing them into the door, she assumed it was just the goods rubbing against her. After several times, she felt two or three fingers pressing on her private area, so she turned around and asked him if he had touched her there. He, holding his things, said no, no, maybe it was just from moving things. My wife, still suspicious, didn't say anything. The truck drove away. My wife thought about how she had been following him around while loading goods, always feeling something touching her genitals, and she realized it was that perverted man deliberately touching her. I comforted her, saying it was okay, that she was so attractive, anyone would be unable to resist her. My wife said she felt uncomfortable looking at that perverted man. I said, "Okay, okay, let me see what position you're in today that attracts so many perverts. Come on, let me see." My wife knelt on one knee, leaning forward and holding onto the edge of the bed, her butt sticking up. I saw that her pleated skirt barely covered half her butt, and her white, transparent panties clearly showed her anus. It was so stimulating! I pulled down her panties and started licking inside. Damn, she hadn't showered yet, so her panties were smelly, salty, and fishy. Excited and overwhelmed, I didn't care about anything else. I said, "Little slut, who wouldn't touch your ass when you stick it up like that? They can see your asshole! Are you mad?" My wife excitedly cried out, "No, no, who cares?" Who's there to see? Who can touch me? Whoever wants to do it can do it... That time it was so good, my wife even had several orgasms. Afterwards, my wife said, "Honey, I hate that guy." I said, "Okay, when he comes again, just tell him you touched me inappropriately last time, and I'll tell my husband. I promise he won't come again. Business doesn't need that little bit of money." Later, sure enough, that guy came again. After my wife told me that, I never saw him again. Sigh, it's all because of my cuckolded wife's mindset. If my wife didn't dress so sexily, everything would be fine.

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