Playing a prostitute behind her husband's back - Ziqing (urban life adult novel)

I was in a bad mood that day. I had just had an argument with my husband. I left home angrily after closing the door and hid under the light of a street shop. I wanted to see if my husband would come to find me, but 15 minutes later, that bastard still didn't show up. I wandered around the street in a huff.

At this time, I found that men were constantly looking at me with lustful eyes. I suddenly realized that this street was a famous brothel street in the city. There were young women dressed quite sexily in twos and threes on the roadside.

I simply stood in the shadow of the street lamp to see how attractive I was.

Sure enough, after I stopped, the men around me with ulterior motives stared at me with wanton eyes without any regard, looking at me as if I were a piece of merchandise for sale.

Today is my 26th birthday. I have been married to my husband for more than a year. People always say that marriage is the grave of love, I didn’t believe it at first, but today I finally believe it. In the past, he would start planning the eve of my birthday several weeks in advance, but this year is my first birthday after marriage, and I always feel that my husband cares about me less and less. Even tonight, I didn’t even have a birthday dinner.

So, I made up my mind to sell myself out and teach that bastard a lesson.

Soon I negotiated the price with 7 or 8 good-looking men. I set a minimum price of 8,000 for myself because I knew the market price here was 3,000-4,000. I considered myself much prettier than those prostitutes, and it was the first time I didn't want to sell myself cheaply.

I always offer 10,000, but some people don't know the value of things and some even only offer 2,000. I'm too lazy to bargain with them. Besides, it's only 6:30 in the evening and I want to find a handsome man.

At this time, a middle-aged man who had been paying attention to me for a long time came over. He agreed to my offer and asked me to follow him immediately.

He was not my ideal customer, but I was in a difficult situation and he promised to give me 10,000 yuan. I looked around, hoping to see my husband, but I didn't see him.

At this time, the man had called a taxi and stopped it next to me. I didn't think he was a bad person, so I made up my mind and followed him into the car.

He was quite well behaved in the car, and apart from hugging my waist, he didn't make any extra movements, which made me like him more.

We got off the car at a pretty decent hotel. At first I was worried that the hotel staff might ask us what we were doing, but they just glanced at me and took us into the room as if it was nothing special.

I had shared a room with my husband before, but this was the first time I shared a room with a stranger. When I heard the door close quietly and be locked, I knew there was no way out.

He asked me to take a shower with him, but I refused and asked him to shower first. He didn't say much. He put his arm around me, rubbed my breasts hard with the other hand, and then walked into the bathroom.

He didn't close the door when he took a shower, probably because he was afraid that I would sneak away. I leaned against the head of the bed and watched TV to hide my uneasy mood.

When he came out, he only had a bath towel wrapped around his waist, and the small hillock in the middle was clearly visible. He pressed me on the bed and rubbed my body with his hands wildly, then took off my clothes. I hurriedly said that I hadn't taken a shower yet, and ran into the bathroom with only my underwear on.

That was probably the longest shower I have ever taken. I didn’t dare to face what was about to happen. Before tonight, I had never thought about having sex with strangers and selling my body. Oh my God, I really became the "prostitute" that I looked down upon in the past! Finally, after the man's countless urgings, I walked out of the bathroom. Obviously, he couldn't wait any longer. He carried me naked from the bathroom door to the bed, eagerly removed my bath towel and underwear, stretched my hands and feet into a "big" shape, and entered my body with his hard penis.

[Hmm...ah...it hurts...] This was the first time I experienced sex without foreplay or caressing. Fortunately, my pussy was very wet, so he only had to thrust a few times before he could put the whole thing in.

I had never seen the size of his penis before, but I could clearly feel that it was thicker and longer than my boyfriend's. When it was inserted to the bottom, it could even reach the small opening of my flower core. Although there was no caress, I still reached orgasm quickly. I couldn't help but hum from my mouth. His power became stronger under my influence. Before the previous orgasm subsided, he brought me to a higher peak again.

After 6 or 7 consecutive climaxes, I felt that his speed slowed down but his strength became stronger, and each time he could reach deep into the bottom of my uterus.

Suddenly, just when my orgasm was slightly subsiding, a hot torrent shot into my flower core, splashing inside my body. After several intermittent spurts, he finally lay on top of me and didn't move.

We were both very tired, and his arm around me was obviously not as strong as before. I suddenly remembered that I had not taken my medicine today, so I quickly got up to pee, hoping to pee out his semen. After peeing, I turned on the water to rinse my pussy.

When I returned to the bed, I could see that he was no longer as tired as before. I lay in his arms like a little bird, and my mood had completely returned to normal.

[Is this the feeling of having an affair? So... so exciting...] His hands roamed gently on my body, and his tongue danced on my nipples from time to time. I gently closed my eyes, put my arms around his neck, raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist, and my body trembled slightly from time to time with his caress.

Suddenly, his tongue left my nipple and moved to my lower abdomen. After kissing around my belly button for a while, he spread my legs and began to suck on my pussy with his tongue.

Waves of tingling and comfortable pleasure spread from my flower core to my mind. I was trembling uncontrollably all over, and I stroked my breasts with both hands to balance the stimulation in my lower body.

My husband has never given me a blowjob, and I have never experienced the wonderful feeling of a man's tongue pecking at my vagina. As his tongue continued to go deeper, the pleasure in my body was like a small boat in a typhoon, constantly being thrown onto the high waves, and before it could fall down, it rushed to another peak... He turned around and straddled my head, holding my legs with both hands, lifted my lower body, and leaned over to bury his head between my thighs. This posture made his tongue more flexible and the stimulation to me became more intense.

His dick had swelled up again and was hitting my face hard. He freed one hand to grab the dick and put it into my mouth. Stimulated by his licking and pecking at my flower core, I couldn't help but open my mouth and take his dick in.

It was the first time for me to hold a man's penis in my mouth. My husband had wanted to do this before, but I had always refused because I psychologically could not accept putting a man's dirty urine in my mouth. But this time, I "accidentally" was licked and given oral sex by a man, which made me psychologically accept this way of making love and allowed me to experience a pleasure I had never experienced before.

His hard rod was hot and thick and filled my little mouth. I stroked it up and down and licked the tip of the rod with my tongue. Gradually, the frequency of his hard rod twitching in my mouth increased and it went deeper and deeper under my tongue. I suddenly had the urge to vomit and I turned my head to try to throw his hard rod out of my mouth, but it was impossible for him to stop at this time. The thrusts were getting faster and deeper. I soon couldn't breathe and I tried desperately to push him away with my hands. Finally, his hard rod pierced my throat and my chest twitched violently and uncontrollably. At this moment, a strong, salty and hot stream shot from his hard rod into my throat, and I couldn't help but swallow the thick liquid he shot out.

After his penis ejaculated, it became limp in my mouth and I spit it out easily.

As I breathed in the fresh air, I realized that for the first time in my life, I had given a man a blowjob and swallowed his semen.

Oh my God, what happened to me today, from a quarrel to becoming a "prostitute", then having sex with a stranger (also the second man in my life), then being given a blowjob for the first time in my life, giving another man a blowjob, and swallowing a man's semen for the first time.

Maybe there was a primitive carnal impulse in my body, and the quarrel was just a trigger that triggered another self of mine that I was completely unaware of. Once it broke through the boundaries of morality and responsibility, it was out of control. I didn't know whether it would lead me to heaven or hell! After the passion, I thought about my actions today.

The man looked like he was in his 40s or 50s, with a well-maintained and strong body. His hair was a little messy, but it was obviously the work of a famous hairstylist. The little brother hanging under his dark body had shrunk into a furry little black rabbit.

He hugged me and lay on the bed, and I wisely leaned against his body, with my thighs just pressing on his little brother.

He held me and massaged my breasts while kissing my neck. I also reached my hands behind my head and held his head.

[What is your name, Miss? ] he asked in my ear.

[It’s time to call me Madam!] ] I answered mischievously.

He laughed and hugged me tighter.

[Hehe, my name is Ziqing! Or you can call me Mrs. Wu if you want! ][Just call me Ziqing! This is your first time doing this, right? ] He suddenly stared into my eyes and said.

I was startled and shivered all over, and I felt my face starting to get hot.

Seeing my reaction, he hugged me tightly with satisfaction and kissed my breasts. I calmed down under his caress.

[How do you know? ] I asked him in a low voice.

[Ha ha! ], he laughed, [I saw it when you were standing on the street, you had a look of worry in your eyes, unlike an ordinary prostitute][I hate it when you call me a "prostitute"! ], I pinched his thigh.

[Oops, sorry! ] He kissed my breasts and lips hard again as if to make up for it.

[That’s all?] ] I asked doubtfully.

[Of course it was more than that. You offered 10,000 and didn’t bargain with anyone, which means you were hesitating whether to do it or not.

]He kissed my eyes again and then said: [A real lady would bargain down to 4,000-5,000 and you obviously are not short of money and are not in a hurry to sell yourself, so why is that? ] He asked me in return.

I looked at him in surprise. I didn't expect that he could observe my psychology at that time so accurately.

[Why? ] He was pleased with my expression and asked again.

I pounded his chest with both hands: [You are so bad, I just want to find a handsome man! I didn't intend to sell myself at all! ]My face became hot again and I buried my head in his chest.

[Why did you agree to me later? ] He asked with great interest.

[You are so bad! You agreed to 10,000 right away without bargaining, so I don't dare to go back on my word! But they followed you because they thought you looked like a good person.

][oops! ] I thought of an important question: [If she is dead, will I be pregnant? What should I do if my friends find out? ][Hahaha! ] He suddenly laughed and I sat up angrily.

He hugged me tightly again, kissed me deeply and then said: "Of course not, I had a vasectomy a long time ago.

And when you were taking a shower, I saw that there was no condom hidden in your clothes, which further proved my judgment! ][What judgment? ] I asked, relaxing.

[You are a good girl! It’s my first time soliciting customers on the street! ] He said with a smug smile.

[Pull your head, I ran to the street because I was angry! ] Looking at his smug smile, I suddenly felt guilty.

Although I am no longer a virgin and gave my first time to my damn husband, I felt sorry for having sex with other men behind his back.

[sorry! sorry! ] He realized that his words hurt my self-esteem and quickly apologized to me.

Then, he hugged me tightly again, and his tongue moved all over my body, licking me so that I began to feel comfortable and numb all over again.

Women are really strange animals. No matter how strong their will is, they will succumb to the desires of the flesh.

The guilt I had just felt began to disappear, and I once again plunged into the ocean of lust.

This time we had the experience from the previous two times, we were familiar with each other's bodies and cooperated very well.

I gradually came to like the excitement of this kind of sex, and the comfortable Simmons mattress in the hotel room gave me a feeling far beyond that which my dead boyfriend gave me. Am I embarking on the life of a "prostitute" from now on? I dare not draw a conclusion for myself.

We made love crazily, rolling from the bed to the carpet, from him on top to me on top, and changing many positions, some of which were my first time. I was amazed at his variety of moves and his strong fighting power. After about an hour, I don't know how many times he came inside me. He thrust his waist powerfully, accelerating his galloping and occupying in my warm passage.

I could only let myself be pushed up and down by him, responding to his thrusts with every thrust, twisting my slender waist unconsciously, feeling as if my private parts were on fire, spasming and squeezing his huge penis.

My pink thin lips slightly parted, constantly emitting soft and delicate moans like a cat. We were very compatible, and every time he moved, I could cooperate in time, deepening the pleasure between us.

Suddenly, several dazzling flashlight beams shone on us. It turned out that during our ecstasy, police officers on night patrol rushed into the room.

Suddenly, my mind went blank, and when the lights in the room came on, I was still naked.

The middle-aged man put on his clothes and left the room with a policeman. I came to my senses and wrapped myself in a sheet. I couldn't help but wet the sheet with tears.

The police checked the room and carefully looked through my pajamas and underwear, and checked my bra repeatedly.

I lowered my head in shame, feeling despair. I had never been caught by the police before. How would I face people if I was caught today? My husband will definitely not want me anymore. Now I truly feel the love for him in my heart. I dare not imagine how I will live without him. Will I still have the face to see my friends and relatives? There were two police officers left in the room at that time. The one who looked at my bra handed me the clothes and asked me to put them on, then told me to squat on the ground and wait for processing.

At this time, I heard the sounds of doors opening and closing in the corridor, people were constantly being taken out of the room for questioning, and girls were constantly screaming as they were taken away.

Suddenly, the door of the room opened again, and the policeman who had gone out and the middle-aged man came back to the room. The policeman whispered something to the two policemen in the room and walked up to me.

He kindly asked me to stand up, then handed me a piece of paper and asked me to write down my name, address, etc. He warned me not to lie, otherwise my family would be notified. Of course, I didn't want anyone to know, so I wrote down my name and address honestly.

The policeman who came later handed the paper I wrote to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man looked at it, took out a lighter and burned the paper. Then the middle-aged man walked out of the room with the two policemen who came in to check at the beginning. Only I and the policeman who came later were left in the room.

I didn't know what he was going to do with me, and I kept begging him to do anything as long as he didn't tell my family.

The policeman looked at me strangely, stood up and locked the door of the room, then quickly stripped off his lower body and ordered me to lie on the bed.

I lay down obediently, and he sat beside me, lifted my shirt, skillfully took off my panties, rolled them into a ball, and wiped my pussy clean.

I know what he is going to do, but now I am a fish in his arms and can only let him slaughter me. I also hope that he will find a way to excuse me.

I took the initiative to spread my legs, exposing my pussy surrounded by shiny pubic hair in front of him. His breathing began to become rapid. He turned over and knelt between my thighs. He held his fiery red and hard little brother in his hand and drew a few circles at the entrance of my pussy, wetting the head of his hard rod. Then he knelt up, lay on top of me, raised his buttocks and forcefully penetrated the core of my pussy.

His rod was not as thick as a middle-aged man's, but it was very long. Every time it penetrated, it hit the bottom of my uterus deeply. I could clearly feel as if there were two pieces of meat in my body. As he thrusted, I would hold his rod in my mouth from time to time, just like giving him a blowjob.

He thrust in and out very quickly and I felt the orgasm almost immediately. His speed was so fast that I couldn't even scream out. All I could hear was panting. Gradually I couldn't even breathe.

Suddenly his body shivered, and at the same time a stream of hot semen shot into my flower core. My flower core actually absorbed all of his semen like drinking water, and squirmed until his little brother softened.

Maybe he was afraid of being discovered by others, so he ejaculated after just 2 minutes on me. However, these were also 2 minutes that I will never forget. Firstly, they were the fastest thrusting speed and the deepest penetration I have ever experienced in my life. Secondly, the glorious image of the police uncle in my mind since childhood was gone. Also, I discovered that I could actually use my body to make deals. Is this my misfortune or blessing? After we got dressed, he took out a business card and asked me to memorize it. On it was a man's name, position, address and phone number. It turned out that the middle-aged man was the deputy general manager of a well-known listed company in the city. I memorized it quickly and recited it to him. After repeating it several times without any mistakes, he told me some more things.

It turned out that he wanted me to pretend to be the middle-aged man's mistress so that no one would be caught as a prostitute. Of course I was willing to do so and agreed to his request.

After a whole night of hard work, it was already nine o'clock when I got home. If my husband knew that I was a "wild chicken", I believe he would beat me to death without mercy.

I quietly opened the door and did not want to attract my husband's attention. I thought to myself, maybe he didn't even know that I left home in a huff. Filled with guilt, I gently closed the door and turned on the lights. [Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you...] I heard people humming Happy Birthday to you. My husband prepared a super large plush doll and a card he made for me. When I saw the content of the card, I couldn't help but burst into tears. The card read: [This is the first time we have celebrated your birthday since we got married. We wanted to give you a special surprise. Unlike the previous fancy dinners we had together, now that we are married, I want to share our happiness with our relatives and friends. So this time I planned this birthday party without your knowledge. I hope you like it, my dear wife.

Husband: Ziqing, where have you been? I called you the whole night but you didn't answer! ]I was speechless at the moment and I didn’t look at my phone the whole night. I never thought… I never thought that my husband would prepare a birthday for me. My tears kept falling and I rushed forward to give my husband a hug, [Hubby… I love you… I love you… I’m sorry… I made you worry…] That night I felt like I was taking a sauna. I went through many twists and turns in life, but it all seemed like a dream. Not only did I become a "prostitute", I also learned how to give oral sex, and used my body to make a "transaction" with the police.

At that moment, I made up my mind to be a good person in the future and make up for my guilt towards my husband. However, two months later, I found out that I was pregnant. I knew that the child was definitely not my husband's, because we had been married for more than a year and had no plans to have children. My husband and I used condoms almost the entire time. The child must be the one that the vice president deceived me about and he did not have a vasectomy, or the child must be the one of the policeman who did the deal with me.

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