Gradually, her husband molded her into a slut.

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My husband and I met through family introductions. After getting to know each other, we discovered we had many common interests. We dated for over two years, and I felt he was honest and decent (I'm not averse to premarital sex; I hinted at it a few times, but he always refused. I even thought he was impotent, but I tried to seduce him once—men, you know, they'll take what's offered). So we decided to get married.

In the beginning, we were like any other couple: work during the day, make love at night, sometimes trying something different. Life was pretty uneventful.

Later, I noticed my husband was sometimes very secretive, taking phone calls behind my back. At first, I suspected he was having an affair, so I followed him for a while but didn't find any flirtatious relationships with other women, so I gradually lowered my guard.

My husband and I are both addicted to our phones. When we have free time, we like to snuggle in bed and play on our phones. He downloaded a dating app on my phone, letting me chat with other men while he watched.

Sometimes we'd talk about very explicit topics, and my husband seemed quite interested. Then he'd roughly pull off my pajamas and start having sex with me, recording our sounds and sending them to each other.

Although it felt strange, I still enjoyed my husband's roughness, especially when I was forced to lie on the bed and send my moans to a friend over the phone. The shame and physical excitement gave me a new kind of pleasure.

However, every time I came to my senses afterward, I felt regretful, like I was betraying my husband, so I deleted the dating app. My husband was unhappy when he found out, saying that it made him more excited and that it wasn't exciting otherwise. He comforted me, saying he didn't care since we weren't really having sex, and then he restored the app.

After a while, I stopped caring and started fantasizing about having sex with other men or being watched while having sex.

I told my husband about this, expecting him to scold me, but he got excited and called one of his friends in front of me, inviting him over.

I kind of understood what my husband meant, but I found it unbelievable and thought he was joking, so I didn't pay much attention and went downstairs to buy groceries to entertain his friend.

After a satisfying meal, his friend suggested taking us to a bathhouse. We'd been there together before, so I didn't think much of it and went. After showering, I was a bit sleepy and prepared to go home.

My husband said there was a dance performance in the lounge that night and urged me to go. His friend wanted to go too, and not wanting to spoil their fun, I went along. Later, I got really sleepy, and seeing how interested my husband and his friend were, I had my husband book a room while I went to sleep.

In my drowsy state, I felt someone else get into bed. Thinking it was my husband, I turned over and went back to sleep. The man started touching me, and I got a little aroused. I moaned a few times and spread my legs, waiting to be penetrated. My husband covered my eyes and said, "I'll lick you, close your eyes and enjoy it."

I thought to myself, "Why is he so enthusiastic today? He must have seen some beautiful woman." So I let him cover my eyes with a pillowcase.

The man turned me over, tied my hands, and made me kneel on the bed with my buttocks sticking out. Although I was a little strange, I was quickly aroused by his licking and started writhing, begging my husband to have me.

In a daze, I felt something pressing against me. Without thinking much, and in my haste, I twisted my waist and pressed against it. The moment it entered, I suddenly realized something was wrong. I know my husband's size; it's definitely not this thick. It hurt a little when it entered, and my husband never spanks or plays with my anus when we're together.

This person used one hand to hold my waist still while using the other to probe my anus, making it both itchy and painful. I was terrified and asked who it was, calling for my husband, but my mouth was quickly gagged.

The person spoke, and I realized it was his friend. I started calling him a beast. He said, "If you keep yelling, even if your husband comes, you won't be able to explain yourself. Besides, you came here yourself; it wasn't me who penetrated you. Even if your husband believes you were raped, he'll still be traumatized. Wouldn't it be better to just pretend nothing happened after we're done?" I didn't believe him. I knew my husband was in the room; he had spoken to me earlier. His friend then took off my pillowcase and showed it to me. My husband really wasn't in the room. I was terrified and wanted to call for help, but his friend covered my mouth and said, "Even if you call your husband, you won't be able to explain yourself. He won't be back anytime soon; he's watching a dance performance in the lounge." I couldn't argue with him, so I cursed at him a few times, but I was afraid of being overheard, and my hands were tied. His friend started slowly rubbing my vulva and touching my sensitive areas. To be honest, he was making me feel very itchy and numb.

He was big and thick, and being a fitness instructor, his technique was excellent. In less than five minutes, I had an orgasm.

His friend untied my hands, and I didn't resist. Instead, I knelt on the bed to make it easier for him to thrust. His friend was very excited to see me so cooperative. He flipped me over, put my legs on his shoulders, and started fucking me even more violently.

I couldn't take it anymore. I felt like I needed to pee, but I didn't. My body was unbearably hot, and a warm current rushed into my vulva. His friend suddenly pulled his penis out, and I squirted out a stream of fluid.

I was a little embarrassed, thinking I'd peed. His friend said I'd squirted, a sign of an orgasm.

I felt ashamed, and seeing his still-erect penis, I was a little scared. When he saw I wasn't wet anymore, he started another round of thrusting. About half an hour later, my legs were incredibly sore, and my eyes were watering, before his friend finally ejaculated.

Afterwards, I was exhausted and told him to leave quickly, then moved to a dry spot and went to sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, I found my husband lying next to me. Feeling very guilty, I dragged him home. He wanted to see his friend off first, but I wouldn't let him.

I secretly cried a few times after getting home, then got sick, running a fever. The doctors couldn't find the cause, and I was constantly feeling disoriented. My husband was very worried, taking care of me with soup and water every day, which made me feel even more guilty.

Later, my family thought it was due to work stress, so they took me to see a psychologist. After some treatment, I finally mustered the courage to tell the doctor what had happened.

After listening, the doctor said it was very likely my husband knew about it, and based on my description, it was probably something he and his friend had arranged.

I was thunderstruck. Thinking back, the more I thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. I felt angry, but all guilt vanished.

When I got home, while my husband was cooking, I started looking through his laptop and found videos of me being sexually assaulted by his friend. I

had a huge fight with my husband—or rather, it was a one-sided outburst. He admitted his mistake, confessing his sexual fetish: he enjoyed watching me being sexually assaulted, that he was a cuckold, and that those mysterious phone calls he made were actually to arrange hookups for me, asking his friend how to "train" me into a promiscuous woman.

At first, I didn't know what a cuckold was, but after looking it up online, I suddenly felt like my life was ruined. Looking at my husband, I felt utterly lost, not knowing what to do. Was I destined to live this strange life forever?

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