Asian Hooker Wife: Delicious Shared Wife Side Hustle

By Suzy Bright

In "Asian Hooker Wife," author Suzy Bright boldly explores the tantalizing and taboo world of desire, power, and unconventional relationships. Meet Cindy Chen, a seemingly ordinary suburban housewife whose life takes an exhilarating turn when an unexpected encounter with her charismatic physician, Dr. Leo, ignites her deepest, most hidden cravings. What begins as a chance meeting soon evolves into a thrilling exploration of sexual freedom that shatters the boundaries of her marriage with Michael.

As Cindy indulges in her newfound erotic adventures, she discovers a sultry side of herself that defies societal norms. Embracing her desires, she begins to charge for her intimate encounters, attracting a roster of wealthy, discreet clients yearning for both pleasure and connection. From the commanding Dr. Greenberg to the youthful exuberance of college athletes, each rendezvous heightens her senses and awakens passions she never knew existed.

With every steamy liaison, Cindy navigates the exhilarating power dynamics of her encounters, relishing the intoxicating mix of pleasure and control. However, as she dives deeper into this seductive world, she’s forced to confront the implications of her choices on her marriage and identity.

"Asian Hooker Wife" is a sizzling exploration of sexuality, empowerment, and the complexities of modern relationships, inviting readers to embrace their desires and question the conventions of love in a world where boundaries are meant to be pushed. This provocative tale is perfect for adults seeking an unfiltered and steamy look at the intersections of intimacy and commerce, making it a must-read for fans of erotic literature and contemporary romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Suzy Bright
• Release date: Jun 8, 2025

Suzy Bright

Suzy Bright is a provocateur with a pen, crafting stories that peel back the velvet curtain on desire, power, and the messy magic of human connection. With a wink and a whip-smart voice, she explores the intersections of lust and liberation, giving readers permission to indulge their darkest curiosities—no judgment, just juice.

Book preview

Chapter one

Cindy Chen stands at the kitchen sink of their split-level ranch home, scrubbing lipstick traces from a wine glass while the afternoon sun slants through venetian blinds. Her black hair falls in loose waves past her shoulders, still slightly mussed despite her attempts to smooth it. The suburban quiet of their Long Island neighborhood hums with distant lawnmowers and the occasional car door slam, a soundtrack of normalcy that belies the unconventional afternoon she's just experienced.

She sets the glass in the drying rack and catches her reflection in the window above the sink. At twenty-nine, she carries herself with the confidence of a woman who knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. Her silk blouse, hastily rebuttoned, shows the faint impression where someone else's hands had been. Her thighs were still slick with the mix of her pussy juices and his thick cum oozing from her. The memory makes her smile – a private, satisfied expression that would scandalize the neighbors if they knew its source.

Three hours earlier, she had been in Dr. Leo's private office, the venetian blinds drawn tight against the afternoon light. The respected physician had called that morning with his usual careful phrasing about needing to discuss a personal matter – code they'd developed over the months of their arrangement.

Dr. Leo maintains his composure even in the most intimate moments, his graying hair never quite mussed, his expensive shirt methodically unbuttoned rather than torn away in passion. He approaches their encounters with the same measured precision he brings to his medical practice, though Cindy has learned to recognize the hungry gleam behind his wire-rimmed glasses.

You're exquisite as always, he had murmured against her neck, his hands exploring the curves beneath her silk blouse with practiced familiarity. The examination table, cleared of its usual medical supplies, serves as their stage – cold metal warming under their bodies as they move together in the rhythm they've perfected over months of clandestine meetings.

Their arrangement had begun through mutual friends at a dinner party, a conversation that started with appreciative glances and evolved into something more explicit over subsequent encounters. Dr. Leo speaks in euphemisms and medical terminology even during their most intimate moments, referring to their activities as consultations and treatments with a straight face that initially amused Cindy and now simply seems part of his charm.

His large cock stretched her tight pussy in such a satisfying way. She never imagined being fucked by a member thicker than her fist would be enjoyable, much less comfortable. Miraculously, her delicate pussy swallowed his shaft whole and took the pounding he dished out until her strong vaginal muscles milked his cock of every ounce of cum her could muster. He said his orgasm was always so complete with her that his nuts hurt afterward from their emptiness. His seed oozed out of her for hours afterward.

When they first started, he came in her sweet mouth, her Asian eyes staring up at him adoringly has he unloaded hot streams of cum down her throat, but her jaw often got tired from his girth and he found her pussy much more accommodating.

She had been getting dressed afterward, smoothing her skirt and checking her reflection in the small mirror by his desk, when Dr. Leo did something unexpected. Instead of their usual polite farewell and promise to schedule another consultation soon, he reached into his wallet and extracted a number of crisp hundred-dollar bills.

For your time today, he said quietly, placing the money on his desk between them with the same deliberate care he might use when writing a prescription.

Cindy stared at the bills, her hands frozen in the act of adjusting her blouse. The Benjamin Franklins seemed to mock her from the polished wood surface, transforming their afternoon from an affair between consenting adults into something else entirely. Something with a price tag.

I don't understand, she said, though even as the words left her mouth, she understood perfectly. The careful way he'd positioned the money, the clinical detachment in his voice – this wasn't gratitude or a gift. This was payment.

Dr. Leo adjusted his glasses, a nervous habit she'd noticed during their previous encounters but never in this context. You provide an exceptional service, Cindy. It seems only fair that your efforts should be compensated accordingly.

The word 'service' hung in the air between them like a diagnosis neither wanted to acknowledge. Cindy picked up the bill, feeling the weight of the paper between her fingers. It was more money than she'd earned in a day at her part-time administrative job, payment for an hour of pleasure she would have engaged in regardless.

I see, she said finally, though she wasn't entirely sure she did. Dr. Leo was already moving toward the door, their consultation officially concluded in his mind. She tucked the money into her purse, uncertain whether she felt insulted or intrigued.

Now, standing in her kitchen with the evidence of their encounter still lingering in the taste of wine and the faint soreness between her thighs, Cindy finds herself turning the hundred-dollar bills over in her fingers. The paper feels different somehow, weighted with possibility rather than simple currency.

Michael's key in the front door interrupts her contemplation. She quickly slides the bill back into her purse as his familiar footsteps approach the kitchen. Her husband appears in the doorway, loosening his tie with the methodical efficiency that characterizes all his movements. His wire-rimmed glasses catch the afternoon light as he surveys the kitchen, taking in the single wine glass and Cindy's slightly disheveled appearance with the practiced eye of someone who's learned to read the signs of his wife's afternoon activities.

Good day? he asks, his tone carrying the casual interest of someone inquiring about the weather. This is their routine – the carefully orchestrated dance of a marriage that operates outside conventional boundaries.

Interesting day, Cindy replies, retrieving two beer bottles from the refrigerator. She hands