My perfect man

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My name is Tammy. My husband, Barney, is a perfect man, a great husband, and an amazing father. I love him deeply. We have two very beautiful and lovely children, our eldest, Stachi, is nine years old, and our youngest, Brian, is six.
I live in the American Dream that I've already achieved: my husband loves me, my children are healthy and lively, we live in a suburban villa, my husband has a high-paying job, and we live a carefree life. So why would I have an affair with another man? You'll find out as you read on.
For a woman with a fulfilling life but a restless heart, this kind of thing was bound to happen sooner or later. There's an old Chinese saying, "Trouble arises from nothing," perhaps it's because life is too comfortable that women crave some unsettling factors to stimulate their nerves.
That day, we hired someone to temporarily babysit the children, and Barney and I went into town for a night of fun. We first had dinner at the Amelia Restaurant, and then went to the Bogart Nightclub to listen to music; apparently, there was a very good band performing there. The nightclub was crowded, and we quickly immersed ourselves in the lively atmosphere, drinking and dancing. Before long, I'd downed three margaritas, and the alcohol was making me feel a little strange.
Just then, a very handsome man walked towards our table. I didn't know if he wanted to ask me to dance; I was completely unprepared for this. A strange man was ignoring my husband and so boldly inviting a married woman to dance with him. I was a little nervous, and even considered hiding under the table. I hoped Barney would shield me and prevent me from being embarrassed in public.
To my surprise, my husband stood up with a smile, shook hands with the man, and said warmly, "Hello, Stan, it's a pleasure to see you here." "
Hello, my wife Maggie and I were sitting over there. I just happened to see you here, so I came over to say hello,"
Barney told me. He explained that Stan was a colleague of his, then said, "Hey, why don't you and Maggie come and sit with us?"
Stan turned to me and asked, "Would you mind if we came over?"
Oh, I liked this gentlemanly man; I liked how politely he asked for my opinion.
"Oh, I'd love to have you come over,"
I replied happily.
As soon as he left, Barney immediately said to me, "I'm sorry, honey, I didn't ask you before inviting them over, but if I hadn't invited him, he would have thought I was disrespecting him, since we still have to work together."
"I really don't mind, honey,"
I replied, but I was still a little unhappy. For me, I really hoped that it would just be my husband and I that evening, without anyone disturbing us, and without discussing anything like office politics. But now I needed to save face for my husband, so I said, "He looks nice. Maybe I can flirt with him, dance a little, since you don't like dancing anyway."
I saw a flicker of displeasure in Barney's eyes, and I smiled to myself, "I have to teach him a lesson, otherwise he doesn't value me at all."
Stan and his wife came over and sat with us, introduced themselves, and chatted casually. After a while, the band started playing "Louis, Louis," a very lively marching dance tune that I used to dance to often in school. Barney knew nothing about dancing, while I really wanted to join in. At that moment, Barney was talking to Maggie, so Stan stood up and said he would go dancing with me.
I didn't know if Barney would like me dancing with his colleagues, but I really wanted to join in the marching.
Oh well, I'll go dance first and explain to Barney later.
On the way home, Barney said to me, "You have an admirer."
"What? Who's my admirer?"
"When you were dancing with Stan, he kept staring at your breasts and ass."
"Don't talk nonsense. I didn't dance with Stan at all. We were doing line dancing; we didn't have, and didn't need, fixed partners. Besides, so what if he looked at my ass? Lots of men stare at my ass. My ass is very shapely; I work out regularly and take care of my figure and curves."
"That's not what I meant. I meant he really wants to fuck you."
"I doubt it. His wife, Maggie, is a very sexy and beautiful woman; she'd definitely keep him busy." "
I don't know about that, but I've heard he's a womanizer; there are rumors that at least a dozen women he works with have slept with him."
"Really? My little Barney, then give me his phone number, and I'll call him when I get home."
Barney was silent for a few seconds, then said, "If I give you his number, will you really call him?"
Now it was my turn to be silent. After a while, I said, "Who are you? What did you do to my husband? You know, I married the most jealous guy ever. Forget about any man getting close to me, even asking me to dance would make him die of jealousy."
"I'm not as bad as you say, am I?"
"Oh, of course, my sweetheart. In fact, what you just said is so different from your usual behavior. I really suspect there's something fishy going on." "
What could be fishy?"
"I don't know, my sweetheart. You were the one who said Stan wanted my butt."
"Hey, I must have had too much to drink."
With that, he changed the subject.
After we got home, as we were getting ready for bed, I pulled my husband into my arms. Because I was curious about his unusual behavior earlier (at least I felt it was unusual), I decided to play a little game with him.
"Come on, darling, let me see what you would do to me if you were Stan."
"Are you going to imagine me as Stan?"
he asked, thrusting his hard penis into my vagina.
"My baby, it's not me imagining you as Stan, it's you imagining yourself as Stan."
Barney thrust hard into me, and although I wasn't quite sure where this game was supposed to begin, I still moaned lewdly, "That's it, Stan, fuck your married little whore hard. Cuckold my husband, fuck my cunt that belongs only to him, fill this unfaithful cunt with your semen."
As I said these obscene words, I looked up at Barney's face, and in his eyes, I saw wild madness and knowing approval. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, my ankles gripping his back, moaning loudly, "Hurry, my lover, hurry, you have to make me climax quickly, my husband Barney will be back soon. Fuck me hard, Stan, fuck me hard!"
Then, Barney's words shocked me: "I'll fuck you hard, you cheating slut. I'm going to fuck your cunt hard, you unfaithful whore to death."
His thrusts became harder and faster.
I screamed in sexual pleasure, my hands tightly gripping his back, my nails digging into my flesh, I cried out lewdly, "That's it, Stan, fuck your whore hard, fuck her to death!"
"You filthy bitch!"
Barney roared, as I groaned loudly with my body trembling from orgasm. "Want my cum, you filthy bitch who cheated on your husband! Come on, I'm going to shoot all my cum into your filthy cunt right now!"
He thrust into me a few more times, then pressed himself against me, his penis throbbing as he ejaculated large amounts of semen into my warm, wet vagina. After a while, he pulled out, rolled over and lay down beside me, reaching out to pull me into his arms. He fell asleep almost immediately.
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*** The next morning, after breakfast, I said to Barney, "Your drunkenness has worn off by now, right? We're still a little tired and a little excited, but we're all back to normal. So, please explain what you did last night."
Barney stared at me for a few minutes. I could tell he was nervously considering whether to tell me the truth or just give me a perfunctory answer. Then he said, "You said I was so jealous of you last night, but you don't know why I did that. Do you remember Richie Benner?"
Of course, I remembered that man named Richie, and I even remembered the last time I saw him.
Oh God, I'll always remember him. "Yes, I remember him. Why?"
I replied.
「那次，在我们举行婚礼的两周以前，我碰巧在酒吧碰到了他。里奇是个众所周知的混蛋，总是喝得醉醺醺的。那天他兴高采烈地告诉我你是一个什么样的女人，并详细地向我描述了你们在一起所做的一切事情。」
「他大笑着跟我说，我即将娶的女人是一个漂亮迷人、但也是被人肏烂了的女人，他跟我说了你和他以及他的朋友在一起玩3p的事情。我根本不相信他的话，并狠狠地揍了他一顿，打断了他的鼻梁和两根肋骨。」
「几天以后，里奇的三个朋友来找我，要我赔偿里奇被打伤的损失，但他们首先想知道那天我们为什么打了起来。当我们告诉了他们事情的原委后，他们表示也很气愤。其中一个家伙说，如果里奇对他的女朋友做了那样的事情的话，他就不仅仅是打断他的鼻梁骨和两根肋骨那么简单了。」
"But then those guys told me that although Richie is a complete bastard, he wasn't lying. All three men had threesomes with you and Richie, respectively. I looked into the details of the whole thing and found that it all happened before I met you, so I think everything you did before you met me has nothing to do with me. I love you, and I'm sure you love me too, so I've decided to marry you as planned."
After listening to Barney, I couldn't help but pray silently in my heart, merciful God, thankfully this poor man only knew half the story. I should thank Richie; he only told Barney about the threesomes. If he had told Barney everything, he would never have loved me again, and he would never have married me.
"Regardless, after knowing what you did with them, and how much you enjoyed doing those things with them, all these years of your life, I've always worried that you'd go back to a life of promiscuity, that you'd go back to having sex with those men. I worried that while living with me, you'd keep going out and indulging yourself, cheating on me."
"So, all these years, I've secretly prayed that the sexual pleasure I give you will satisfy your desires. At the same time, all these years, I've always wondered if the men who get close to you know you like threesomes and are trying to seduce you away from me to have threesomes with them. You know, that's why I'm so jealous of you."
I sat there looking at him, unsure what to say. After a moment of silence, I knew I had to say something.
"Darling, I was indeed very wild and unruly when I was young. I did like promiscuity, I don't want to lie. No, I am lying. I didn't just like it, I really loved promiscuity. But back then, it was all about sexual desire and pleasure, not love. After I met you, love became more important than sex, so I put away my wildness and wholeheartedly became your woman."
"You completely satisfy me sexually, I feel so happy with you… But you still haven't explained what happened last night. In all these years of marriage, I've never thought of you as a jealous man." "
I really can't explain it, Tammy. For so many years, I've been terrified that you'd cheat on me. Those images of you having threesomes with other men keep replaying in my mind. I'm so afraid that one day I'll suddenly discover that you really were having sex with two men, and one of them was me."
"I kept thinking about what that would be like, I even fantasized about it all the time. Gradually, I even started to hope that it would actually happen. I even wanted to share you with other men, I wanted to watch other men rape you, but when I asked myself if I really wanted to share you with other men, I always answered no!"
"Last night, I was really drunk. When Stan walked towards us, I really wished he would just say to me, 'Hey, Barney, is this your wife? Can I fuck her?' And I would have answered, 'Of course, let's take her to the car and fuck her.' I think it's probably because of these sexual fantasies that I kept having these thoughts, which is why I said those jealous things."
Oh my God, my husband actually wants to share me with other men. I've said before that love is far more important than lust, and that's the truth. So, after meeting Barney, I put away my wildness and focused on being a good wife.
But Barney's worries are not unfounded. Although I haven't been promiscuous with other men, I do often crave that kind of crazy sexual pleasure. Actually, even a week after our wedding, I was still reminiscing about the wonderful feeling of promiscuity and hoping to get more big dicks during sex.
Richie had already told Barney about threesomes, but he didn't seem to have told him about my past experiences with foursomes and even being gang-raped by more than a dozen men. I don't know how Barney imagines me with two men in his mind. Maybe he imagines one man putting his penis in my mouth and another man in my vagina; maybe Barney can't imagine that I actually have one penis in my vagina and another in my anus.
Oh, just thinking about it makes my vagina wet. I sat across from Barney like that, thinking about those filthy images.
"Barney, do you want to have a threesome with other men?"
He looked down at the floor and said, "Don't be angry, Tammy, I'm just fantasizing."
Sitting across from my husband, I thought again about the last time I played group sex. It happened two weeks before my wedding. Eight men gang-raped me—and after that, I vowed to be faithful to my husband forever. When Barney proposed, I said yes without hesitation. I've been very faithful to him ever since, even though it's incredibly difficult.
Our planned wedding was very simple—just a short trip. Two weeks before the wedding, my close friends invited me to hang out with them.
"Tami, once you're married, you won't have many chances to go shopping with us anymore, let alone attend those crazy parties,"
they told me.
I thought so too, so I went out and went crazy with them. We went to bars to drink and dance, and everyone got a little drunk. Later, Polly asked me to come to her house. She said she needed to prove to her boyfriend that she really had gone out with the girls. As I followed her into her dark house, the lights suddenly came on, and the room was filled with naked men, all staring at me with hard, erect penises, like hungry wolves eyeing a delicious meal.
"This is your farewell party, Tammy,"
Polly said. "Do your favorite thing one last time!"
When two men came over and stripped me naked, I didn't resist. Two minutes later, I was kneeling naked in the center of the room, surrounded by the men, who made me take turns sucking their penises. Ten minutes later, when one penis was inserted into my vagina and another into my anus, and they started thrusting wildly, I couldn't help but scream. But immediately, a thick penis was shoved into my screaming mouth.
The incredibly lewd group sex lasted from midnight until 6 a.m., until all the men were no longer able to get an erection, otherwise the crazy sex party would have continued. I remember that at the end I was still not satisfied and kept urging them to call more men to rape me.
After that party, I kept praying that Barney wouldn't hear anything. My anxiety lasted for almost a year until we moved to a place 1,500 miles away, and the pressure in my heart eased a little.
My thoughts drifted from the past back to last night, and I decided to take a risk and gamble. "I said, if I were willing to let you share me with other men, who would you most like to share me with? Stan?"
I said calmly.
Barney looked up at me in astonishment and said, "You want to do that? You really want to do that?"
"If I like the man you choose for me, I'm willing to do it."
Just as I said this, our children ran into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. "Okay, we'll talk about this later."
After saying that, I got up to get breakfast for the children.
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