Wife's beautiful buttocks — 3

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Saturday, Qin took Ming out, and I was catching up on sleep at home. The original plan was to go to the museum, but in fact they didn’t go to the museum. Ming took Qin’s pussy that was shot ten times last night and continued to perform an exciting sexual journey. I was not there, so I could only listen to Qin’s retelling.

Qin’s POV

Ming carried me into the bathroom early in the morning, and fucked me again while I was taking a shower. Oh my god! He almost made me exhausted. Although my husband is very strong, Ming gave me a completely different kind of stimulation. He is tall and strong, and I couldn’t breathe when he lay on me. His big cock is thick and long. He made me lie down, stand, lie down, and hold me. He ejaculated in all kinds of positions. Except for the first time he fucked me, I wore a condom. After that, he ejaculated inside. Fortunately, it was a safe period, but I had to take medicine to prevent it.

I really didn’t want to get up in the morning. My husband said he wanted to make up for the sleep. I actually wanted to make up for it, but Ming wouldn’t let me. He said it was a rare opportunity and he had to have enough fun. I had no choice but to give up my pussy to accompany the adulterer. Who told my husband to tie me to the table to entertain guests? I simply took the initiative to entertain them so that he wouldn’t tie me up with ropes.

Anyway, my husband always likes to say dirty words, some true and some false, but I know that my husband really wants other men to fuck me. Anyway, I was gang-raped last time, and it was quite exciting to be honest. I don’t know if my husband knows it, I’II tell him later! Ming’s big cock can’t be tasted every day, so I’II eat it enough during these two days. But Ming said that he wanted me to go out with him, so he must have bad intentions. Who cares? I have been fucked so many times, so it doesn’t matter if he has any tricks. The worst thing is to play a few more tricks with me.

My husband didn’t get up, so I made a simple breakfast for Ming, which was all high-protein, and I had to replenish his physical strength so that he wouldn’t be too tired to play! But Ming was really strong, and he didn’t stop ‘eating breakfast’, touching and scratching me now and then. If I hadn’t said that there was still one day, Ming would have eaten me again on the table before my husband put me on the table.

After breakfast, I changed my clothes, into a purple deep V one-piece miniskirt, black stockings with suspenders, purple patent leather high heels, a half-cup bra with a deep cleavage on my chest, black transparent silk T-pants, and a purple small bag, and went out with Ming. Ming really doesn’t care about his wife. He hugged me and touched me all over, not afraid of being seen by outsiders. Fortunately, he was still a little sensible, so I let him flirt with me, but my cunt couldn’t help but get wet.

When we got to the museum, we bought tickets and entered the venue. Although Ming was a museum fan, he was obviously absent-minded today. He was just going through the motions. He always looked for opportunities to touch my butt and even secretly pinched my breasts. I was also distracted by his teasing.

It was the last museum, and there were not many people inside. Ming suddenly hugged me from behind, and his lower body pressed tightly against me. I could feel his erect penis pressed tightly against my buttocks. We pretended to admire the exhibits in front of us, while he lifted my skirt from behind and let his erect penis press against my vagina through my pants. The afterglow of the orgasm that lasted all night came, and my pussy was already soaked.

I gently turned my head, rubbed his ears, and whispered softly: “Do you want to insert it?”

Ming looked around to see that there was no one around, quietly unzipped his pants, took out his thick penis and pressed it against me. I could hardly stand. After rubbing for a few times, Ming adjusted his posture and clothes, covering the places where we touched with clothes, and then the thick penis was inserted into my tender pussy. I suppressed the pleasure and moaned softly, slowly shaking my hips. Even if others saw it, they would think it was a couple in love hugging each other, and they couldn’t tell that I had been penetrated by the man behind me.

It was too exciting, my tender pussy was dripping with lewd water, and my body was shaking slightly. At this time, someone came in, Ming stopped moving, and I didn’t dare to move anymore, but my pussy couldn’t help but keep contracting, and the pleasure rushed straight to my brain. I felt that I was about to climax.

I held back, and continued to hold back until the people who came in left the exhibition hall, and the climax came suddenly and violently. I couldn’t stand up straight, and it was all thanks to Ming holding me. My whole body was shaking. This kind of stimulation was much more intense than normal sex.

“Ming, I can’t stand it anymore, um… let’s go to the bathroom?” I said.

We put on our clothes and fled into the bathroom. There was someone inside, so Ming couldn’t follow. I calmed down in the bathroom and tidied my hair. The climax just now made me sweat slightly, my forehead and cheeks were flushed, and I felt weak all over. Thinking about how Ming would play with me next, I was tired and looking forward to it. After leaving the museum, I saw that it was just eleven o’clock, and Ming took me to take a taxi to the hotel he booked for a business trip.

When we arrived at the hotel, Ming asked me to take a shower first. I also felt sticky and greasy, so I went into the bathroom. After a shower, thinking that Ming would definitely let himself go and fuck my tender pussy, I looked at my slightly swollen pussy and the lewd water flowed out.

I wrapped myself in a towel and came out, but Ming asked me to put on my clothes. I didn’t know what he was up to, so I obediently put on my clothes. Ming waited for me to dress up, but then took off my T-pants, stuffed a condom in my hand, and asked me to go to the next room. Oh my God! Ming actually asked me to be a prostitute! I struggled and hesitated…

Ming said: “There is a big black guy living next door. He checked in a day later than me. We met and talked at breakfast a few days ago. He will leave on Sunday. This hotel will call to ask if you want service. I just called him and pretended to be a pimp. 500 yuan for oral sex and sex. Go quickly, and I will continue to fuck you when he comes back after fucking you.”

I scolded him for being perverted, but I took the condom he handed me and left the room. I saw that there was no one in the corridor and rang the doorbell next door.

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I don’t know why I was like this. In just a minute or so, I don’t know how many thoughts went through my mind. Computers can now perform hundreds of millions of calculations per second. It is estimated that no one can quantify the human brain, but there is a term called “flash of thought”. This is real life, not a movie that requires a day, a month or even longer to struggle. The thoughts that flashed through my mind in 60 seconds may not be written down in a day. I can only try to describe some of the feelings that I have to record.

I couldn’t make up my mind whether to go or not. I even thought that I would never see Ming again in this life and never let him touch me. But prostitute is a very magical word. The feeling of being available to everyone is very exciting. My husband and I have naturally discussed the topic of prostitutes. My husband said that if I became a prostitute, he could probably increase the current three times a week to seven times a week or even more. He said that he would be very excited when he thought about the clients playing with my body at will and inserting their ugly meat sticks into my beautiful cunt.

I was also very excited. I didn’t know his appearance, I didn’t know his personality, and I had never seen a strange man before. As long as he gave us a few hundred yuan, he could strip off my noble coat, play with my beautiful body at will, and insert their thick, long, thin or short penises into my vagina. Usually, the beautiful woman with temperament who was out of reach, as a wife, could easily let down any defense in front of a strange man…

The strange cock of a strange man can bring the same pleasure, or even stronger pleasure. I am confused. To go or not, this is a question, but my body unconsciously spasms under the magic of the word “prostitute”. The slutty hole that was just fucked by my husband and Ming in turns ten hours ago gushed out a stream of lewd water.

My husband will like it. He will be so excited when he knows it. Do you want to go?

In fact, there is no essential difference between a man and a woman making love and a man and a woman shaking hands. Both men and women touch each other with a certain part of their bodies. If there is a difference, it is just that one will have pleasure and orgasm, and the other will not.

Many years ago, women’s feet were forbidden areas to be seen by other men, but now, women’s thighs can be seen everywhere on the streets, and there are swimsuit beauty pageants. History is advancing, concepts are evolving, and my husband and I may just have evolved a little faster.

What is the big black guy next door like? Is he very sexually capable? Will he give me an orgasm? Will he be rough? My slutty hole has been working for more than ten hours. Can I bear it? Anyway, I’ve been fucked by Ming before, and I’ve been gang-raped before. Gang-rape wasn’t as scary as I imagined, it was quite exciting.

Anyway, it’s just a matter of letting another cock penetrate me for a few minutes, maybe it’s good to try.

But what if I don’t like his appearance? What if he’s dirty and smelly? What if he’s too ugly? It’s only a few minutes, anyway, I can take a shower immediately in the hotel, and if he’s too ugly, I can’t let him kiss me…

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Actually, I don’t remember what the man next door looks like, nor do I remember the thickness and length of his cock. It took less than two minutes to walk out of Ming’s door and to the next door, and to ring the doorbell, but it felt like two years. The twenty minutes after entering the room were as fast as lightning, leaving little impression or memory.

The big black man who opened the door looked very ordinary, very ordinary, about the same height as Ming, and a little fatter than Ming. I was afraid that I couldn’t stand it if he pressed on me. I only remember that he seemed to be a little surprised when he opened the door and saw me. I didn’t expect that I could squeeze into the room so skillfully, then close the door for him, put my hand on his crotch and said, “Five hundred, is that okay?”

He answered blankly and said yes. I asked again, “Have you taken a shower?”

He said, “Just now.”

I pulled down his pants without taking off my clothes, opened my mouth and took his penis into my mouth and began to suck. After three minutes, I felt that he might not be able to bear it, and at this time he began to reach into my clothes to touch my breasts. “Do you want me to take off my clothes?”

I asked, he hesitated for a moment and said no.

After another three minutes, I felt that he was on the verge of ejaculation, so I spit out the penis and asked him, “Do you want to put it in?”

The penis left my mouth, and his breath was obviously more stable. There is no doubt that such an elegant and even noble beauty, with a slim waist and a plump buttock, charming and seductive, high heels and black fishnet stockings, started oral sex as soon as she entered the room. The intense contrast of stimulation was probably difficult to resist.

After hearing him say yes, I pulled him to the bed in the room. I didn’t take off my clothes, but just bent over and lay on the bed, with my buttocks raised high. I pulled up the skirt that had long been unable to cover my genitals, and handed him the condom in my hand: “Put it on.”

Then I looked at him with lustful eyes.

He quickly took off his pants and threw off his clothes. He was naked. He put the condom on himself and inserted it into my tender vagina fiercely. The natural reaction of my body made me moan. I knew Ming must be eavesdropping next door at this time, so I deliberately started to moan: “Oh… It’s so swollen… Ah… It’s so powerful… Big brother, ah… Please be gentle! Oh… It’s so comfortable… Ah… No… Ah… It’s too thick… Ah… I can’t stand it… Ah…”

As he thrusted in and out, my body also became hot, but the physical pleasure was more caused by psychological stimulation. I moaned in accordance with the rhythm of his thrusting, but what I thought in my heart was: I really did it, husband, I really became a prostitute. Husband, I really became a prostitute once. Oh, not necessarily once, husband.

Ming, that was my innocent ex-boyfriend, anyway, it was only a matter of a second that I didn’t let his cock in me in college.

I was so high during the gang rape last time, but what does this strange big cock mean to me now? I can guarantee that I will forget what he looks like once I leave the room, but now I am actively sticking up my husband’s favorite plump buttocks, opening the tender pussy that should be exclusive to my husband, letting other people’s cocks thrust in and out, giving other men orgasms.

I don’t know if it was three minutes or five minutes before he came. He held my pussy tightly, hugged my buttocks, and didn’t let me move, and I could feel that thick cock throbbing in my pussy.

Finally, the afterglow faded, I took off his condom, gave him a few more blowjobs, and then adjusted my skirt. He really gave me 500 yuan and asked me to come again in the evening. I said I would see, and left his room.

When I got to Ming’s room, I ignored Ming’s gun and asked him to go home with me. Ming seemed to feel that he had gone too far, so he put away his lust and followed me obediently.

How should I tell my husband?