My wife's first experience as a prostitute (adult novel about married women)

My wife's first experience as a prostitute

In fact, I have had the idea of ​​letting my wife become a prostitute for a long time, but I have never had the opportunity to implement it. However, this is a high-risk industry after all. I just want to experience the desire of cuckolding my wife. How much money I actually make is not important at all.

Therefore, if you want your wife to be a prostitute, it must be under the premise of safety. On the one hand, the customer needs to be of high quality and not have strange requests such as SM. At the same time, you also have to consider whether the customer is "clean". Of course, you also have to consider some social, legal and other factors. Therefore, this idea has long existed only in fantasy. However, an accidental opportunity gave me a breakthrough.

Through a friend, I got to know a man named A who works in public relations. As a public relations person, it is inevitable for him to deal with clients and socialize. Sometimes, in order to achieve his goals, he often needs to arrange some "programs" for his clients. Over time, he not only became a very good public relations person, but also became a "pimp."

He often goes out to look for models, students, part-time young women, etc. to receive his important clients. Since many of these clients are business celebrities with very high quality, these are exactly the "clients" my wife needs. Therefore, I told Mr. A about my idea soon after. Mr. A was inevitably a little surprised when he learned of my idea, but after all, he was an old hand in the world and he quickly understood my intention. He said he could arrange time to meet my wife.

At the agreed time, my husband and I met Mr. A in a cafe. As soon as that bad boy saw my wife, his eyes started to light up. In order to make Mr. A have a good impression that day, I specially asked my wife to wear a very low-cut blue silk suspender dress. Her pair of plump breasts almost seemed to pop out of the clothes under the contrast of the bra; the pair of black silk mesh pattern pantyhose on her feet and the black stiletto heels showed a noble temperament, offsetting the worldly air on her upper body. Dressed like this, Mr. A's eyes never left my wife during our conversation... The conversation in the cafe was very simple. It was basically to understand the basic situation, confirm whether my wife really wanted to be a "lady", and briefly explain the future "working environment" and some of the customers she would encounter. I watched Mr. A talking, but my mind was not on the conversation. Thinking about my wife wearing all kinds of sexy outfits in the future and allowing strangers to fuck her to her heart's content, I couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable excitement in my heart.

After chatting for about fifteen minutes, Mr. A expressed his satisfaction - my wife is very good-looking and has a good temperament. She is not the kind of woman who looks "worldly". This will make it easier for her to get the customer's approval. Then Mr. A invited us to visit his "studio" - it turned out that in order to make his guests feel safer and more interesting, he specially rented a house in a hotel apartment for his guests to "rest" there.

In my opinion, such a studio should be a pink room full of lewd atmosphere, which is nothing more than a sex room for customers to vent their sexual desires. But when I actually entered the room, I found that this was not the case at all.

This is a suite. The kitchen on the left side of the door has been transformed into a small bar. The bar is fully stocked with all kinds of foreign liquors and utensils. Further in is the entire living room. The sunlight shines obliquely on the entire leather sofa through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. There is a black plush carpet on the floor, which feels very warm to step on.

Opposite the sofa is a huge black glass background wall with an extra-large LCD TV hanging on it. According to Mr. A, a high-definition player is used here, and the TV cabinet is filled with all kinds of the latest high-definition porn films and some erotic music CDs. There is a chaise longue lazily lying next to the sofa. It can be imagined that the customers who come here are not here purely to vent, but more for the pursuit of life.

When you sit on the sofa, you can find that the black glass background wall opposite can vaguely reflect the figure of the person on the sofa. The guests here can watch porn while seeing themselves having sex. The bedroom is even more interesting. There is a peephole on the bedroom door, which allows you to have a clear view of the bedroom from the living room.

According to Mr. A, the lady will wear sexy clothes and lie on the 6-foot bed in the bedroom. The customer can observe through the peephole in advance whether his "prey" today is the type he wants. There is also a wardrobe in the bedroom. When the wardrobe is closed, it becomes a huge mirror, which reflects everything on the bed faithfully in the mirror.

Opening the wardrobe, you will see various styles of brand-name clothes, including OL outfit, nurse outfit, stewardess outfit, police outfit, teacher outfit, student outfit, loli outfit, etc., as well as various jewelry. With such attire, I'm afraid it would be difficult to associate this person with a prostitute. According to Mr. A, since the guests here are all of status, it is not only necessary to satisfy their clothing preferences, but also to have a good sense of taste.

After touring the entire room, I was at a loss for words except for being amazed. My wife was even more attracted by the decoration style of the entire house. It seemed that she was almost eager to come to such a place to work as a lady.

At this time, Mr. A began to speak: "As you can see, we don't entertain ordinary guests here, and the ladies who come here to work naturally can't be ordinary ladies. Madam has just passed the first round of the interview, and I will start a more in-depth interview next." After saying this, Mr. A walked directly to my wife, first hugged my wife from behind, then supported my wife's breasts with both hands, and then said: "In terms of figure and appearance, your wife is top-notch. In terms of temperament, madam is very suitable for the OL style. You can pick out a set of clothes like this to change into, and let me evaluate whether your overall look can meet the tastes of my clients." After saying this, my wife nodded in agreement, and began to pick up a set of OL clothes from the closet and planned to go to the bathroom to change... At this time, Mr. A stopped my wife: "Just now I only had a general understanding of your figure, but you have to know that after all, this job still requires "frankness" in the end, so I need you to change clothes in front of me so that I can understand your real figure. "At this point, my wife blushed and showed a trace of embarrassment, and Mr. A continued: "When you come here to be a prostitute, the customers will not ask you to do anything. Everything depends on your own performance. So don't even think about taking off your clothes in front of strangers. You have to know how to seduce others, otherwise the customers will not be satisfied." As soon as these words came out, my wife seemed to be provoked and retorted: "I understand, I'm just afraid that I'm too tempting and you can't stand it!" As soon as the words fell, my wife put back the set of clothes she had just taken out, and began to carefully select her favorite clothes.

It’s not that I don’t want to show it to you, but I hope to present it to you in its entirety after changing clothes. Men should like this kind of visual impact, right? "At this time, Mr. A felt a little embarrassed and quickly pulled me to the living room.

After another series of anxious waiting, the door to the living room opened and my wife walked out. At this time, I could almost hear Mr. A's exclamation. What appeared before us was a completely noble white-collar image, wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath. She walked back and forth in the living room with an elegant cat step, and you could hear the "clacking" sound of her black high heels.

However, if it is just an ordinary OL image, it cannot fully express the temptation of this outfit. When you observe carefully, you can find the sexiness in the details - the previous black tights have become black lace suspender stockings, and the length of the skirt is neither too long nor too short, which perfectly takes care of the suspender stockings. The black lace edge and a small section of suspenders can be seen faintly while walking. And the shirt she was wearing was not an ordinary shirt. The buttons could only reach her chest. A pair of big, white breasts created a deep canyon which could be clearly seen through the open part of the shirt... At this time, Mr. A could no longer hold back his excitement, and uttered a hoarse voice from his dry throat: "Madam's image and temperament are perfect! This dress is simply tailor-made for you. The second interview was considered passed, and now... it's time to see the most crucial part, whether Madam's "skills" meet the requirements of my clients... If you can accept the test of having sex with me in front of your husband and can perfectly demonstrate all your sexual talents, then you are definitely a qualified employee of mine. "Mr. A said and looked at me, as if to ask me if I agreed. I made all the gestures to let him do as he pleased, and then Mr. A said to my wife, "Then please start, Madam! Remember, customers don't like to instruct you. Therefore, this test must be taken by you on your own initiative, and you must give it your all." After that, I saw my wife had walked in front of Mr. A, knelt on her knees in front of him, and stroked Mr. A's crotch with her hand, and asked me, "Honey, I'm going to start! Now I'm going to be a prostitute soon, you won't mind, right?" "Of course, baby, just show it! I believe you must be a qualified prostitute, don't mind my existence!" I responded.

So my wife started her "work". She knelt in front of Mr. A and slowly pulled down his zipper. She stretched out one hand and reached into Mr. A's pants as if she was searching for treasure. While she began to slowly stroke the "treasure" inside his pants, she took out something similar to a remote control switch from her clothes pocket with the other hand and handed it to Mr. A, and said to him, "Master, you can control me at will now." I looked at them in confusion. Mr. A seemed to understand it immediately. He pressed the small remote control and heard a "zi...zi..." sound similar to that of a mobile phone vibrating from my wife. It turned out to be a remote-controlled vibrator! Later I found out that when my wife was changing clothes, she had noticed all kinds of sex toys in the bedside table, so she had stuffed a remote-controlled vibrator into her vagina in advance.

As Mr. A kept pressing the remote control, the frequency of the vibration I heard kept changing - sometimes strong, sometimes gentle, sometimes fast, sometimes disordered... and my wife's expression became more and more lewd. I don't know when the belt on Mr. A's pants had been unbuckled. My wife put her hand into Mr. A's underwear, and then his penis was taken out.

The frequency of the remote control in A Jun's hand changed more and more, and my wife was not to be outdone. She put A Jun's dick into her mouth in one breath, and gave him a blowjob at the same rhythm as the vibrator... After being treated like this by my wife, A Jun had to adjust the remote control to a softer frequency, otherwise, if he continued at this rhythm, he would ejaculate before getting to the point.

At this time, my wife also changed her strategy. She no longer gave Mr. A a blowjob. Instead, she rode on Mr. A who was sitting on the sofa and unbuttoned his shirt. Every time she unbuttoned a button, she would lick the exposed part of his body with her tongue. After all the buttons on Mr. A's shirt were unbuttoned, his entire body had been "roamed" by my wife.

Then my wife reached her hand under her skirt and took the vibrator out of her body. As she took it out, the sexual fluids on her body and the vibrator were brought out, making several areas of Mr. A's pants wet. And my wife actually took the wet vibrator and started licking it, as if she didn't want to waste every drop of the vaginal fluid on it.

Mr. A seemed unable to hold back any longer, and he held his penis and wanted to put it into my wife's vagina, but my wife immediately stopped him and took out a condom from her pocket - a 0.03mm ultra-thin condom (probably found in the cabinet, although I asked my wife to prepare condoms in advance, it was obviously not the one she brought).

After opening the condom, my wife held the small air bag on the top of the condom with her mouth and put the condom on Mr. A's glans with her mouth. Then she held the penis in her mouth and slowly moved down to swallow the entire penis into her mouth. When she spit it out, the condom had been skillfully put on the penis by my wife. Then she supported half of her body on the sofa, raised her buttocks and lifted up her skirt. She was not wearing any underwear under her skirt, and her wet vagina was completely exposed. At the same time, she said, "Please come and fuck me, Master!" In this situation, Mr. A stood up, walked around behind my wife, held the penis and pushed it into my wife's vagina. The wet vagina was already very lubricated, and Mr. A effortlessly pushed his penis completely into my wife's body. Mr. A exclaimed, "It's so wet! This is the first time I've touched such a wet vagina. The water is flowing out. She's just like the actresses in adult films..." After several fierce thrusts, my wife began to moan, "Oh...ah...so...so thick..." After going back and forth so many times, my wife's lust was completely aroused, and one leg was naturally raised like a dog. While Mr. A was holding that leg with his hand and thrusting, he continued to use verbal molestation on my wife: "No wonder your husband wants you to be a prostitute, your pussy is so wet and slutty, and so lewd… Isn't it exciting for your husband to watch you being a prostitute?" "No… No! Don't say it…" My wife could no longer endure the verbal stimulation under such intense thrusting. Seeing her trembling while being fucked, I knew that she had an orgasm. Mr. A should have noticed this, but he didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. Instead, he thrust more vigorously.

"Hurry... tell your husband that you like to be a prostitute... you are a born prostitute..." Mr. A continued to stimulate my wife with words.

"No...don't...please...don't...don't say that..." My wife still maintained her last bit of reserve.

"No! I'm the guest now - you have to speak if the guest wants you to!" Mr. A said in a commanding and threatening manner.

"I... I am..." My wife murmured unclearly, "I am... a prostitute!" "What? I didn't hear you clearly! Who can hear you if you say that?" Mr. A continued to clamor.

"I'm a prostitute! I'm a born prostitute! I like being a prostitute! Husband... I will be a prostitute in the future... As long as someone pays... I will satisfy the customers' requirements... and let many people fuck me..." Not only did my wife say this, she also answered even more aggressively. It seems that her last line of defense has been broken.

No wonder, some time ago, when my wife was working in sales, in order to get clients to sign contracts, she had "sold" her body in disguise several times, and accompanied her clients to hotel rooms to have sex. This kind of situation was not unfamiliar to her. Stimulated by this atmosphere, I began to feel that she liked the feeling of selling her body more and more. This somewhat humiliating atmosphere actually gave her greater satisfaction.

As the atmosphere became more and more exciting, Mr. A became more bold. He pulled out his penis, then picked up my wife, walked into the bedroom and threw her on the bed. He let my wife lie flat on the bed, then walked to the bed, lifted my wife's legs high and placed them on his shoulders and started thrusting, while taking off her high heels. While thrusting, he did not forget to caress my wife's beautiful legs.

At this time, I was unwilling to be a bystander, so I took off my clothes and joined the battle. I ran onto the bed and put my cock to my wife's mouth. When my wife saw my cock, she was like a baby waiting to be fed - she grabbed my cock and started sucking it.

Mr. A started talking again: "Your wife is such a good girl! My customers will definitely like her. From now on, I will make her my "top girl"... " "That's great! You must help my wife find more customers. She just likes to have strange men fuck her all the time." I responded.

Then I asked them to change their positions again. This time I lay on the bed, let my wife ride on me, put the penis into her wet vagina, and let my wife give Mr. A a blowjob. At this time, Mr. A took off the condom and put the hard penis into my wife's mouth... With such intense movements, Mr. A quickly took the penis out of my wife's mouth, and ejaculated his semen on my wife's face. Not only did my wife not resist, she also sucked the semen remaining on the penis into her mouth. As I looked at such an lewd scene, I quickly ejaculated into my wife's vagina.

Then I put my wife down and let her lie freely on the bed to rest. At this time, my wife no longer had the strength to clean herself. Her vagina was flowing with my semen, and her face was covered with A's semen. She fell asleep.

After this "exam", my wife successfully became Mr. A's "socialite", and she began her career as a prostitute from then on...