The first day at Nirwana Club was a new experience for Haida. She finally understood how to take on the role of a submissive when dealing with a man who only needed her body and passion. Because in that club, people are only curious about her BODY, not her LOVE.

WIFE IN CONTROL OF DESIRE

The sound of my watch alarm woke me up. The tone was soft, yet loud enough to pull me out of my sleep. My heart was pounding, a mixture of curiosity and anxiety filling me as I wondered what my wife would do next. I was worried about her condition, but at the same time, I wanted to witness everything that was happening in her bedroom.

I didn’t want to miss a single moment of what my wife was doing in the room where she serviced the men who desired her. I had dozed off in that hidden room, which was separated from my wife’s bedroom by nothing more than a one-way mirror.

Actually, I realized that I didn’t need to worry too much when I compared what I had witnessed with the recordings of my wife. Her encounters with Joshua and his friends had been far more intense than what the five young men had done the previous night.

The orgasms my wife had experienced with Joshua and his friends had seemed far more intense than what I had witnessed the previous night. However, there had been one crucial difference for me. Even though I had been behind the mirror, I had witnessed the events of the previous night firsthand. Honestly, I had found myself swept up in my wife’s emotions and passion.

Finally, I understood why my wife had fallen in love with Joshua and his friends. On the one hand, they had treated her in ways that were excessive and sexually harsh. On the other hand, they had still treated her with respect and protected her whenever she had been vulnerable and helpless.

Perhaps that was what had made my wife believe that what had happened between them had been more than just role-playing or a sexual fantasy. In my wife’s eyes, Joshua's attitude toward her, along with the gifts he had given her, had been expressions of affection and love.

Ah... I didn't want to think about it too much. I didn't care if my wife loved another man. I still believed in her commitment to me.

I didn't need to console myself over the possibility that she might have developed feelings for Joshua and his friends because of their sexual games.

Perhaps readers could discover for themselves, through Haida Lee's story, how my wife could fall in love with five people at once. And yet, at the same time, my wife had told me that she didn't want to break her commitment to me.

From behind the mirror, I watched Miss Ani and my wife, who were still fast asleep. My wife slept soundly, wrapped in a thick blanket. A sweet smile played across her lips as she smiled in her sleep.

I wondered what she was dreaming about. Perhaps she was dreaming about the passion she had felt the night before?

Next to her, Miss Ani was sleeping on the carpeted floor, resting her head on her arm. Ah... she looked just like a mother watching over her daughter, making sure her sleep remained undisturbed and ready to attend to her every need.

My eyes welled up with tears. Until then, I had always viewed the world of prostitution as a cruel place ... a world of transactions where lust and money were simply exchanged. But at that moment, I saw another side of it... the human side of Miss Ani.

There was something peaceful about seeing the two of them together. My wife was safe there, with Miss Ani by her side.

I wanted a cup of hot coffee to ease the tension. Besides, I felt cold and exhausted. But before I could get up from my seat, my wife was already awake and sitting up.

She looked beautiful, even after waking from her sleep, with traces of the previous night's intimacy still visible on her body.

My wife looked confused when she noticed Miss Ani sleeping beside her. Miss Ani woke up when my wife accidentally tugged at the blanket covering her. She immediately got to her feet, picked up a glass of water, and helped my wife sit on the edge of the bed.

“Drink this. It will help you feel refreshed, dear. After everything you went through last night, you must be exhausted.”

My wife gazed deeply into Miss Ani's eyes. There was a sense of peace in her expression.

“Thank you, Miss... thank you. I’m fine. I must have slept very soundly because I didn’t even realize you were here, keeping me company... Miss, I’m hungry.”

“Oh... all right. I already told Hamid to bring you something to eat.”

Miss Ani immediately called for her assistant and instructed them to prepare everything my wife needed, including breakfast.

While they were waiting, Miss Ani’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen and quickly answered the call. Then, she stepped away from my wife and moved closer to the mirror.

Luckily, I could overhear their conversation.

“Yes, Mr. Toni... What...? Seventeen people signed up for Haida? If possible, please don't make it seventeen, Sir. Haida is in poor condition. Yesterday's final session left her completely exhausted. If I may suggest, Sir, guests who sign up for gangbang or bondage sessions should be scheduled at the very end.

“I’m worried that it could affect Haida’s health while she is serving her guests..."

She nodded, seemingly accepting Mr. Toni’s instructions.

“Yes, Sir...”

Shortly afterward, Miss Ani gave instructions to the assistants who had arrived. She told them to clean the room, prepare everything my wife needed for her bath, and make sure breakfast was ready as well.

Miss Ani smiled when she saw my wife eating heartily. She then approached her and sat down beside her on the mat to keep her company.

“Are you okay, Ma’am?”

“Yes, Miss. What’s wrong?”

“Later, at eleven this morning, you’ll have a guest... one of Mr. Toni’s friends from Nigeria. Are you ready to receive him?”

My wife nodded with a smile. By then, she seemed to understand the consequences of her job. She had to be ready whenever she was called upon to serve a guest.

“Oh, right. This is a tip from last night’s guest, Miss.”

Miss Ani took out a portable money-counting machine and two stacks of rupiah from the desk drawer.

“That’s enough, Miss... It’s for you and your friends... Thank you for taking care of me.”

Miss Ani’s assistants stared at my wife with wide eyes upon hearing her words. Apparently, this was the first time they had experienced something like this. One of Toni’s “angels” had given all of her tips to them.

Miss Ani’s assistants, who normally earned no more than five million rupiah a month, could hardly believe that they were now receiving a share of the tips given by the “angel” they had taken care of... an amount totaling hundreds of millions of rupiah.

“Are you sure, Ma’am? That’s a lot of money. You earned it through your hard work.”

“It’s enough, Miss. I can see that all of you have been working hard all night taking care of me.”

Miss Ani nodded. She had already heard from Mr. Toni about the agreement between him and Steven. She even knew that Steven had refused the payment.

She then took a portion of the money and counted out fifty million rupiah. After writing the amount on a piece of paper and signing it, she handed it to my wife.

“Ma’am, please don’t take all of it ... Mr. Toni might scold us if we don’t have a tip report from last night’s final guest... Thank you, Ma’am.”

One by one, Miss Ani’s assistants thanked my wife and kissed her on the cheek. When it was Hamid’s turn, he shook my wife's hand to express his gratitude. As he was about to lean in and kiss her on the cheek, Miss Ani suddenly raised her fist.

“Don’t do it, Hamid!”

My wife burst out laughing at the look on Hamid’s face, a mixture of fear and embarrassment. I laughed as well from behind the glass, though I tried my best not to make a sound.

That morning suddenly felt beautiful, made even more so by my wife’s smile. An aura of happiness filled my wife's bedroom, replacing the tension that had lingered there the night before.

DESIRE OR PUNISHMENT

My wife looked completely refreshed. Her beautiful face seemed to glow, and there was a sparkle in her eyes. Her sexy body was covered only by a sheer nightgown that fell to the top of her thighs. The thin fabric did little to conceal the alluring curves of my wife's body.

The smooth skin of her body reflected the light from the lamps in the room. She had already applied her favorite skincare products, leaving her skin looking soft and radiant. She wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the nightgown. After all, the concept of this club was highly erotic and uninhibited. Only women with wild fantasies and strong sexual desires were capable of working as Toni's Angels in this club.

And that was exactly what my wife had experienced.

The guests had money. They paid. They had sex. Once they were finished, they left.

In reality, my wife was practically naked throughout the day. The concept was designed so that guests would not have to waste too much time slowly removing the angels' clothes.

She was ready to receive a guest from Nigeria. It seemed that she had been specially prepared for him. There was something different about the care and preparation she had received that day... something that was not part of her usual routine.

I saw Miss Ani whisper something into my wife's ear while showing her a clenched fist. Haida's expression immediately changed. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open in surprise. A moment later, the two of them burst into laughter.

"Remember, my dear. Don't fight your desire. Just enjoy it and go with the flow... Let your body surrender to everything he does to you. Men love a woman who’s wild in bed. Forget everything that’s happened to you! Reach as many orgasms as you can. I’m sure you’ll love that incredibly huge manhood of his."

My wife nodded and smiled at Miss Ani. The two of them hugged tightly as if they were going to separate. There were tears streaming down Miss Ani's cheeks.

A knock came from outside. Miss Ani walked over and opened the door, inviting a well-dressed Black man inside. He was tall and muscular, and he entered the room with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Miss."

"Please come in, Mr. Johnson. This is our newest Mr. Toni's Angel."

"Hey... you're Haida, right? Toni really knows how to choose his women. You're beautiful and sexy."

Before Miss Ani left the room, Johnson handed her a tip.

My wife gracefully approached Johnson. The way she moved made her body look even more alluring as she walked toward him and began helping him remove his shirt.

"Let me help you, sir."

Johnson stared at my wife's body without blinking. Her flawless figure seemed ready to satisfy every desire he had.

My wife removed Johnson's shirt and shoes with the attentiveness of a wife caring for her husband. Then, it was my wife's turn to unfasten his pants.

As she looked at the prominent bulge beneath the fabric, her eyes widened. Even through his pants, it appeared to extend almost down to his knee.

"OH!!"

"What's wrong, Haida?"

"You're... very big."

"Are you scared?"

My wife shook her head. Her hands slowly moved over the outline beneath the fabric, as though trying to measure its length and size. Both of her palms traveled from his lower abdomen down toward the top of his knees, tracing the remarkable length of the bulge beneath his pants.

My wife then looked up at Johnson and smiled.

"I really like your penis, Mr. Johnson. I've never seen anything like yours before."

Johnson laughed, "Hahaha. You're a naughty girl, Haida. I like naughty girls like you."

My wife slowly removed Johnson's pants. His arousal hung heavily between his legs, long but not yet fully erect. Her eyes sparkled as she stared at what was now before her, seemingly fascinated by the sight and the masculine scent surrounding him.

She reached for him and began teasing him with slow, deliberate movements. Her curiosity and excitement were obvious as she explored him, trying to take in as much as she could.

Johnson closed his eyes, struggling to contain the pleasure my wife was giving him. His breathing grew heavier as the sensations overwhelmed him, while Haida continued, seemingly enjoying the effect she had on him.

"Ohhh, bitch! So good... Come on, whore! Lick it all! Suck hard! ... Aarrgg ... slutty woman, very clever."

My wife managed to make Johnson's penis stiff and hard. She didn't stop what she was doing, even as Johnson's strong hands gripped her hair and pulled it roughly. My wife had fully immersed herself in her role and understood what was expected of a prostitute. She was the one who had to actively satisfy her clients, rather than someone who expected to find satisfaction from them.

Her tongue moved across the length of Johnson's penis, and nothing seemed to escape Haida's attention. She had to work a little harder with his unusually large size.

"Hmmm! It's similar to Mandingo's."

"Hey, Haida! Have you ever been with Mandingo?"

"No, Sir. I've only watched his movies. I like his penis... it's like yours, Sir."

My wife's lips moved slowly along the length of his shaft before trailing down toward Johnson's groin. Johnson lifted one leg and rested it on the chair, giving her lips and tongue more room to work.

“Aaarrgghh, that feels so good, Haida. Keep going, whore! Maybe later I'll give you a big tip.”

My wife continued, leaving Johnson's groin wet with her saliva. Even his anus did not escape the attention of her tongue as she teased and explored the area repeatedly. The tip of my wife's tongue moved nimbly, tracing the sensitive opening as though trying to push deeper inside.

The sensation of my wife's tongue against him made Johnson's fully erect penis sway back and forth. My wife had not yet moved away; her lips and tongue were still at work, heightening his desire even further. Perhaps the sensation was all the more intense because the woman pleasuring him was someone as beautiful, sexy, and mischievous as my wife.

Johnson was beginning to grow impatient with the teasing. His lust had reached its peak. His hands moved to my wife's hair, and the expression on his face revealed his burning desire to satisfy himself with her. He pulled my wife to her feet and positioned her with her back towards him.

"Come here, whore! Give me your pussy! Let me pound your pussy until it's swollen... uuufff... You have to feel my cum filling up your pussy!!"

Johnson hurriedly spread lubricant over his penis with one hand while using the other to explore my wife's vagina. He was clearly consumed by lust for her body.

My wife bent forward, presenting herself to Johnson. The high-heeled stilettos she was wearing helped keep her thighs apart, leaving her intimate areas exposed.

One of her hands rested on the armrest of the sofa. I had some difficulty seeing her clearly through the glass, as the sofa partially obstructed my view.

But judging by my wife's expression, I could tell that she was extremely aroused and ready for him.

"Such smooth buttocks and inner thighs. Your anus and pussy are so clean... Your skin is beautiful. You look incredibly sexy with your body glistening like that. A slut like you deserves a high price."

Johnson took his time admiring her beautiful body as his fingers explored the softness of my wife's skin. Starting at her neck, his strong hand slowly traced its way down her back before finally coming to rest on her buttocks. His hand lingered there for a moment, gently caressing her before moving down toward her groin. His fingers began to play with her intimately, moving deeper and faster as he explored her sensitive flesh.

"Aaahh! Sir, oohh God... so good... AAAHH! I'm cumming!"

My wife, who had been trying to suppress the arousal building inside her after seeing Johnson's massive member, finally reached orgasm as his fingers moved skillfully inside her vagina.

Again, Johnson thrust two fingers deep into my wife's vagina, moving them forcefully. A wet, splashing sound filled the room as his fingers moved inside her already soaked body. The sound grew louder as my wife reached another orgasm, accompanied by a powerful gush of fluid that poured out and soaked Johnson's body.

"AAAHH! OOOHH! My God... I'm cumming again, Sir! Oohh, thank you!"

Johnson smiled as he watched my wife's body tremble from the intensity of her orgasm. He lowered his head and licked her wet groin, tasting the fluid that had spilled from her.

"Tony is really lucky to have a whore like you, Haida... a lustful woman who's so eager to submit and be fucked. Your pussy is already so wet, ready for my cock."

My wife's mouth fell open, and her head tilted back as Johnson pushed his glistening shaft, slick with lubricant, into her vagina.

"Keep going, Sir! Ooohhh... push your cock ... Sir, ah it feels so good. OH! Sir, your cock is touching my womb... AAHH!"

Johnson yanked my wife's hair, forcing her head to tilt back. Her mouth fell open as his large, long penis pressed against her vaginal lips. Her eyes were tightly shut as she savored every sensation of his body moving against the walls of her vagina. Occasionally, my wife reached for Johnson's hips whenever he thrust too deeply. Yet her body couldn't lie; she didn't resist as he continued to thrust into her.

It seemed that Johnson was beginning to move his hips more forcefully. My wife's eyes slowly closed as she surrendered to Johnson's relentless movements. She gave herself over completely, offering no resistance.

Johnson's movements gradually intensified, causing my wife's body to sway forwards with each thrust.

“Ooohhh, it feels so good... I'm going to cum.”

"Take your orgasm, slut!"

Johnson grew even wilder, driving his hips forward with increasing force. Part of his penis glistened with the moisture flowing from my wife's body. His rigid length moved rhythmically inside her wet passage as he pounded into her with relentless force.

“OOOHH!! I'm cumming… I am cumming!!"

Johnson finally stopped moving, allowing Haida to experience the full force of her orgasm. He smiled with satisfaction as he listened to my wife's trembling voice and watched her body shudder in response.

"Oohhh, harder... So good, Sir. Thank you..."

My wife's hips seemed to twitch uncontrollably. My wife smiled at Johnson, but he completely ignored her. He began moving his hips again, and my wife's eyes widened with every thrust.

What a pity I hadn't brought my camera. I really wanted to capture the expression on my wife's face.

My wife looked incredibly sexy, almost like a porn star. The only difference was that porn stars usually wore heavier make-up and had more exaggerated figures. My wife, on the other hand, wore elegant make-up that gave her the appearance of a Chinese Instagram influencer. Her body was sexy without looking vulgar. Her proportions were neither too large nor too wide, yet she was still able to accommodate a much larger man.

If my wife had been walking around outside the club, no one would have guessed that she worked there as a prostitute.

"Oohhh! It feels so good, Sir... I'm cumming hard! Oohhh!"

My wife's voice trembled as she slowly slid down from her position leaning against the back of the sofa. The intensity of the orgasm had left her body limp, and Johnson's manhood slipped free from her vagina.

Johnson turned my wife around and lifted her into his arms. Supporting her body with one hand, he guided his cock to the entrance of my wife's vagina and thrust it deep inside her.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together as Johnson held her. They kissed passionately, their lips locked in a deep embrace while their genitals ground against each other.

Still carrying my wife, Johnson walked toward the bed. He kept moving with her in his arms, his eyes glancing toward the mirror. For a moment, he seemed captivated by their reflection, watching himself as his cock worked inside my wife's vagina.

My wife's labia stretched along with every thrust and withdrawal of Johnson's cock.

The large man had a long penis, and only part of it could fit comfortably inside my wife. From what I could see, my wife’s body could accommodate only about 25 centimetres of his length.

"Oh, Sir!... Oh God... Keep going, Sir, thrust hard! I'm cumming again... ooh."

My wife orgasmed in Johnson's embrace. Her body convulsed and her eyes were closed, both hands tightly clutching Johnson's neck.

“Haah! Haah… I’m going to come deep inside you, Haida! A slut like you deserves to be used! Such a beautiful, wild woman… I’m going to make you moan!”

Johnson changed position and laid my wife on her back in the missionary position. He spread her legs wide, leaving her clean, glistening body fully exposed before him.

He thrust himself into my wife's vagina. My eyes widened as I watched the scene unfold before me. With each thrust, her body reacted to his movements, and whenever he pulled back, she was drawn along with him. It seemed that, by the time this encounter was over, my wife's body might never look quite the same again.

At first, he moved slowly, but gradually his movements became harder and faster. My wife's body trembled, and her face showed signs of discomfort as his increasingly forceful thrusts drove him forward with the relentless rhythm of a piston.

"Ooohh God... it's all the way in... AAAH!! Sir, I'm cumming!"

With a long, wailing cry, my wife reached the peak of pleasure once again. Another powerful wave of orgasm swept over her, leaving her caught in a relentless succession of climaxes. Her hips shuddered and jerked uncontrollably.

I knew that those hip movements caused her vaginal muscles to clamp tightly around Johnson’s manhood.

All of my business associates who had been involved in threesomes with my wife claimed that this powerful grip was precisely what often made them reach orgasm so quickly.

And as it turned out, they were right. Although I had never experienced that sensation with my wife myself, what they had told me had convinced me that my wife was indeed capable of it.

"Damn, your pussy is clamping down... aarrgghhh... Swallow, Haida! Swallow my cum!"

Johnson groaned loudly, a hoarse sound like that of a wild beast. He quickly withdrew his manhood and thrust it toward my wife's lips.

My wife welcomed Johnson's desire by opening her mouth and sucking the head of Johnson's penis. Johnson vigorously stroked the shiny shaft.

"I'm cumming... Swallow my cum, whore! Finish it all... damn whore!"

My wife sucked the penis as it ejaculated a large amount of semen into her mouth. Her throat was seen moving as she swallowed Johnson's sperm, and some of it splattered onto my beautiful wife's face. I watched her throat swallowing for a long time.

Johnson's head tilted back with his mouth open due to his orgasm and because Haida's mouth and tongue were cleaning Johnson's massive penis.

“Enough... enough, whore! Bitch... aaarrgghh... enough, Haida!”

He pulled his penis out of my wife's mouth, which was smeared with semen. Johnson then slapped his penis against my wife's face, causing the remaining semen to splatter across her face and body.

After he had finished, Johnson left my wife where she was and went to the bathroom to clean himself. For a few moments, she remained completely still, too weak to move. Her breathing was unsteady, and the room seemed strangely quiet after everything that had happened.

When Johnson returned and began getting dressed, my wife forced herself to sit up. She tried to stand and help him, but her legs suddenly gave way beneath her. She fell back, trembling uncontrollably.

"That's enough, Haida. Just take a break," Johnson said casually. "You're truly amazing, Sweetheart. I'm thoroughly satisfied. The money I spent on you wasn't wasted at all."

My wife said nothing. She could barely steady herself, and the weakness in her body only made her feel more exposed and helpless.

Johnson smiled as he looked down at her. There was a quiet satisfaction in his expression that made the moment feel even more humiliating.

My wife lowered her eyes, trying to regain control of herself, but the trembling continued. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

"How was it? Did you like it?"

She simply nodded and smiled. Her body was exhausted from the repeated orgasms. Johnson walked over to her and handed her a tip.

"Next time, I'll come here again to see you. For now, just get some rest. Here's a little something for you."

Johnson handed my wife two stacks of rupiah, then left her alone in the room.

A feeling of jealousy rose within me, yet strangely, it only fueled my arousal. Watching them together had made me jealous of Johnson. I envied the pleasure he had given my wife and the way she had responded to him. Yet, at the same time, watching what had happened between them also aroused me.

But I truly enjoyed watching my wife reach orgasm. The pleading expression on her face somehow seemed to soothe my jealousy. In a strange way, Johnson seemed to represent me, as though he were punishing my wife on my behalf.

The atmosphere of lust between them seemed to linger and seep into the room where I had been watching in secret. Beneath my jealousy, my body could not deny its own desire. I was aroused by the scene unfolding in my wife's bedroom. As I watched her body continue to tremble in the aftermath, I took a moment for myself in the darkness of the room. I, too, longed to experience the sensation of being close to her again, even if all I could do was watch from behind the translucent mirror.

Haida is now in the environment she has always desired... a place where she can find unlimited sexual satisfaction.

But this is no longer a place where she merely plays a role or pretends to be someone else in order to fulfill her husband's sexual fantasies. Now, Haida is in a real environment where she cannot escape being seen as a sexual object by men willing to spend their money to fulfill their own desires and fantasies.

Will Haida give up because she can no longer withstand the overwhelming desires of the adult club's customers? Or will she eventually find the satisfaction she has been searching for and finally be able to forget her memories of Joshua and his friends?

Stay tuned for the next chapter of HAIDA STORIES — Chapter 4.