It was past 1 AM when I finally pushed open the door, carrying several heavy luxury shopping bags filled with today's spoils from shopping with “二代”. After entering, I didn't say much and went straight into the bathroom. The hot water washed away my fatigue and grime, but I lingered for a long time, lost in thought listening to the sound of the water. Outside the frosted glass, the bedroom light was still on. He was waiting for me, but I really had no energy to deal with him. “二代” had been messing with me in the nightclub restroom for a long time to make up for losing face in the afternoon. He must have taken something; his cock was as hard as a red-hot iron rod, pounding me until I cried out, and my lower belly still aches faintly. I just wanted to soak quietly by myself. After washing up and coming out, the bedroom was already dark, with only his phone screen glowing faintly. He seemed to be asleep, snoring lightly. I quietly climbed into bed, curled up with my back to him, and soon fell into a deep sleep. At 8 AM, the sunlight woke me. The space beside me was empty; I turned over and dozed off again. I finally woke up at noon. I got up slowly and went into the bathroom to sit on the toilet. The dirty laundry basket nearby was piled with last night's clothes, reeking of smoke and alcohol. That rose-red lace panties had been tossed on top, with visible traces of discharge on the crotch. That's strange; I distinctly remembered stuffing the panties at the very bottom last night. #SlutWifeOralDiary

Slut Wife's Dictated Diary Episode 002

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I work as the deputy manager in the finance department of a company. Two years ago while dating Mei Yang'er, I embezzled money from the leader's private "small treasury" using my position. Half went into stock trading to turn my life around, and half was spent on her—buying luxury goods, taking her on trips, and eating extravagant meals in extreme opulence. Now she has become my wife, but the embezzlement was exposed. Fortunately the leader avoided reporting it to the police and only demanded compensation before firing me. With no choice I sold the house and car to cover the shortfall. Now jobless, we are crammed into a rundown rental apartment, so broke that even three meals a day are a problem.Although my wife knows my predicament, she still spends money lavishly without a job, leaving us worrying about credit card payments every month.My wife is a lustful woman. Before meeting me she had blind dates with all kinds of men. Relying on her seductive looks she nearly became a marriage scammer for a shady matchmaking service, but her short stature and lazy, gluttonous nature left her somewhat overweight, so she never landed a real rich husband.We met through an online game. After a bit of dirty talk we arranged to meet. Soon after we started dating she quit her job—her worldview is that a woman should rely on a man.We often chat about her ex-boyfriends and she is completely frank with me. She says at first she only accepted gifts, but later she started asking for money. After all, those men would spend money looking for women anyway. Youth only lasts a few years; since they slept with her, she wouldn't give them that for free even if feelings didn't develop.From then on I had a clear picture of what kind of woman she was, but I didn't break up with her. First, because I was "flush" at the time and generous with her; whenever we argued and I suggested splitting up she would pester me relentlessly, giving me endless headaches. Second, because I had already spent so much money on her—if we broke up it would all be wasted. Although she is naturally promiscuous, she is beautiful and great in bed, satisfying my every need, so I really couldn't let go.During that period I often comforted myself like this: I'm no saint anyway, and even after marriage I won't stay faithful. If she betrays me later I won't lose out! Besides, who knows how the future will turn out? I'll just enjoy the good times while I can—once this chance is gone it's gone forever. Being a man, experiencing a woman like this means I haven't lived in vain!#TheTakeoutIDeliveredIsMyWife <img src="https://static2.fansone.co/images/cc85f4a6-f06d-414f-9902-d6161bff7f6e.avif" />

The Takeout I Delivered Is My Wife Season 1 Episode 1

For a while my wife had some gynecological issues. The day after sex she would always have lower abdominal pain, and when it hurt badly she wouldn't even dare get out of bed. We bought Qianjin Pian and Levofloxacin at home, but they didn't help, so I had to take her to the hospital for an examination.While waiting in the area outside the gynecology clinic, I was bored out of my mind. I happened to pick up a small flyer from the floor. Thinking it was just a typical solicitation card, I scanned the QR code and added the WeChat to kill some time. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a recruitment account for a prostitution platform, claiming to offer "quick and discreet earning opportunities" specifically for women in need of money. Through encrypted chats and anonymous order assignments, it ensured safety for both sides. My heart skipped a beat, and the image of my wife being pinned down by a stranger flashed through my mind, making my lower body tighten involuntarily.The "customer service" on the other end was surprisingly polite and enthusiastic. I had always been curious about how such a "mysterious organization" operated, so we chatted back and forth. It turned out they registered merchants on mainstream food delivery and errand platforms, using ordinary restaurants as cover. Clients in need would order specific "products" on the designated platform, and these orders would then be reassigned internally by the "company" to special riders—known as "delivery girls"—who would provide sexual services during the "delivery." Behind this seemingly simple model was meticulous operation. Customer service mentioned they had "cooperation" within the platform to ensure orders wouldn't be detected by regulators, but they didn't elaborate on the details, which only made the mystery more exciting for me.Enjoying the chat, I suddenly had an idea and sent them a photo of my wife, saying I was short on cash and wanted to join too. In the photo she had heavy makeup, her huge breasts barely contained, her sexy and charming vibe fully on display. Customer service quickly replied that her looks and figure met the requirements perfectly. Although she was a bit older and slightly plump, her mature womanly aura and voluptuous curves were actually more popular with high-end clients.I repeatedly assured customer service that my wife was absolutely great in bed and highly cooperative. They told me I could arrange a time for her to do an in-person verification, and if there were no issues, paying a 6000 yuan deposit would register her as a rider under a rider crowdsourcing company. After that, any orders with "special requests" would be assigned to me through secondary distribution, and I would complete the "delivery."This unprecedented safe and discreet model made my blood boil, completely igniting my inner wife-sharing fetish. Imagining sending my sexy and charming wife into some hotel room or dimly lit building corridor like a food delivery, watching her get pinned down and fucked hard by a stranger right before my eyes, waves of throbbing in my lower body, the twisted pleasure almost giving me a cranial orgasm, my cock aching from how hard it was.After the doctor's visit, my wife was fine. After getting her prescription she felt much more relaxed, so I suggested we go out for dinner. We hadn't enjoyed a romantic meal in a long time due to our tight finances, so she was naturally thrilled. Despite her alcohol allergy, she still had a small sip of red wine with me, her flushed cheeks making her look even more seductive. During the meal I told her about the "food delivery prostitution" model I had discovered at the hospital. She thought I was making up a story to tease her and playfully said, "Sure, go ahead and send me then…"Once a couple opens up this kind of taboo topic, their emotions quickly "sync up." Seeing the moment was right, I showed her the chat records on my phone. She silently read through it, and when she saw the customer service message saying "easily make over ten thousand a month," her beautiful big eyes sparkled, as if she was tempted.Following the customer service instructions on my phone, I found a store. This five-star merchant that had been operating for three years looked ordinary, but the "special dishes" marked with a secret code had over 100 monthly sales. She stared at the screen, her lips curling up unconsciously, and murmured softly, "Honey, if this can really bring in tens of thousands a month, we'd be set…"#MyWifeIsTheTakeout<img src="https://static2.fansone.co/images/c7732fca-07d4-4d96-acc5-baeeebea7a11.avif" />

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