The pleasure of a horny woman being gang-raped

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For me, the worst night of my life was the night I gave myself to a man other than my husband; and the best night of my life was the night I confessed my affair and received my husband's forgiveness.
I've always been seen as an overly reserved woman, and I also feel that I'm a bit too proper. In my teens, I didn't allow a boy to kiss me until our fifth date; I never allowed boys to touch my breasts, and if any boy dared to touch my thigh, I would slap him.
In college, I had several boyfriends, but each of them knew that if they didn't want to marry me, they shouldn't even think about getting my body. I don't smoke, I don't drink, and I'm honest and keep my promises.
I was a virgin when I went to bed with my husband, but married life changed me a lot. In public, I still maintain a humble and reserved demeanor, but in the bedroom, I'm absolutely a wildly sexual slut. I married a man with extensive sexual experience (he had obviously slept with many women). Under his influence, I became his complete sex slave, obeying his every request without question.
In just three weeks, I transformed from a shy, naive virgin into a woman my husband could play with at will, readily accepting his penis inside me. I loved sucking his penis, loved him anally, went wild when he penetrated me, and screamed and trembled when he licked my vulva.
Almost every time he came home from work, I was waiting for him completely naked.
We've been married for six years, and whenever we're together, I always hold his hard penis and snuggle in his arms.
I used to be ridiculed by my girlfriends, who said they had already "given themselves" while I was still holding onto my virginity, but I think it was worth it. Although we've been married for six years, I still enjoy passionate sex almost every night, while my girlfriends complain that they only have two or three boring sexual encounters with their husbands at most.
While I can't prove that my virginity made our marriages happy or our sex life long and perfect, I believe it. Most of my girlfriends lost their virginity around age 16, while I held on until I was 22. I think that by the time they got married, they had lost their passion and curiosity for sex, and their attitude towards sex had become less proactive.
My husband, Bot, says that a woman's perfunctory attitude towards sex makes sex uninteresting for her man as well. I think that's the case with my girlfriends; they all see sex as a chore, like doing housework. I think, generally speaking, nobody wants to do housework unless absolutely necessary. So I feel that my girlfriends treat sex like housework, something they do reluctantly at their husbands' insistence, and therefore find no enjoyment in it.
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On the evening of the second Tuesday of December, our company held a Christmas party. Because of work, Bot couldn't come with me, so I went by myself. Our company parties aren't just for fun; they're also for socializing, and attending more parties is helpful for career advancement. Also, year-end bonuses are distributed at parties, and I wanted to receive them early so I could buy Bot a Christmas present sooner.
When we drew lots for seating, I was lucky enough to be seated at the same table as two of my office colleagues, Brad and Charlie. Our company is large, with many employees, and I didn't know many people, so being with familiar colleagues made me feel more comfortable. Brad and Charlie were both single, and Charlie was our department head.
After sitting down, Charlie asked what I wanted to drink. I said anything was fine, as long as it wasn't alcoholic. Charlie got up and went to the bar to get me a drink, telling me it was orange juice. "I asked them to add some Maraccino cherry juice to it; it might taste a little sour,"
he said.
I took a sip; it tasted pretty good. Throughout the meal, Brad and Charlie kept refilling my drink, always adding something strange to it. It wasn't until much later that I realized they were adding those things to mask the vodka's flavor.
After dinner, we sat there listening to speeches from the company's bigwigs—the CEO, vice presidents, regional managers, and those who considered themselves important—before receiving our bonus checks.
Looking at the amount on the check, I was astonished; it was three times more than I'd expected.
Charlie noticed my expression and said, "During this year's business review, I gave you a very good evaluation. You did a great job this year, and you deserve these awards. Nevertheless, I think you should thank me and give me a chance to dance."
The band started playing beautiful music, and since I love dancing, I didn't refuse Charlie's invitation and followed him to the dance floor. When I returned to my seat after the dance, I saw Brad had refilled my drink again. Then Brad invited me to dance with him, and then Charlie.
After a few rounds, I felt my eyes burning and my heart pounding, and my body felt a little lightheaded. But because I was having so much fun, I didn't think anything was wrong, assuming it was because the room was crowded and warm, and because I'd danced several times in a row.
After drinking quite a few beverages and dancing a few more times, my mind became increasingly foggy. In my dazed state, I seemed to hear some fragmented conversations, but I didn't understand what they meant.
"...Ready...?" "...
Almost there..."
"...Are there any rooms available?" "
...Here, until morning..."
Then, I felt myself entering an elevator, being supported by two men, probably Brad and Charlie, but I wasn't sure. I was pulled up and carried through a long corridor, and then I felt myself being placed on a bed, my eyes staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. My head was spinning, and some voices echoed in my mind.
"She's so beautiful..."
"...It took us so much time..."
"...Come on, help me..."
"...I said, boss..."
"...Luckily..."
I felt my legs being spread apart, and it wasn't until that hard thing was inserted into my body that I realized what was happening.
*** *** *** ***
How did I get home? I don't remember Bot helping me take off my clothes, but he definitely did, otherwise how could he have entered my body? A voice, it didn't seem to be Bot's, it felt like another man's voice said, "Fuck, she's so tight!"
Something hard was inserted into my body, a mouth was pressed tightly against my mouth, and another mouth was pressed against my breast, fingers were rubbing the nipple on my other breast. The hard thing continued to push into my body, as if searching for something. I vaguely heard someone groaning loudly, but quickly realized that the groaning was my own.
In a daze, the stimulation from Bote's hands and mouth sent a strong reaction through my body. I slowly realized that the hard thing inserted into my body was Bote's penis, which was currently having sex with me. A voice drifted into my head: "...Jesus, we should really have fucked her properly while she's conscious..."
"...Yeah, I need to think of something..."
I didn't know what was happening, but my body seemed to know what was going on. My legs instinctively wrapped around Bote, and I thrust my hips towards him. Something was pressed against my mouth, then a pair of hands pressed down on my head, and Bote shoved his penis into my mouth. But how could this be? How could Bote have his penis in my vagina and mouth at the same time? Oh my God, what's happening to me?
The voice sounded again: "...Room service? Bring some coffee..."
"...I think I'm waking up..."
Suddenly, I felt a warm liquid rush into my vagina, and the hard thing withdrew. Then, the penis that had been in my mouth withdrew as well, but I suddenly felt that hard thing thrust back into my vagina. Now I seemed more awake; I guess the penis that had been in my mouth had gone back into my vagina. Why did Bote do this?
A moment later, another penis pressed against my lips. From the wet glans and the smell of semen, I recognized it as the one that had just ejaculated inside me. But there was definitely still a penis inside me, because it was thrusting violently, making my legs tremble uncontrollably and causing me to moan loudly.
In a daze, I felt the mist in my eyes finally clear, and I saw Charlie looking down at me. Why would Bot allow Charlie to rape me? Was this all just a dream—a nightmare? Charlie gasped, "I'm going to cum, darling, ah, I'm going to cum..."
Then, I felt another large amount of fluid gushing into my body.
The penis in my mouth was pulled out, and then another one was inserted into my genitals. Was it the one that had just been pulled out of my mouth? I looked up and turned left and right for Bot, but he wasn't in the room. I was naked—how could this have happened? Why was Charlie standing there naked watching Brad rape me? How did Brad get on top of me?
There was a knock at the door. Brad opened it and saw a Black room attendant standing outside with a trolley. When our eyes met, I saw the sexual hunger in his eyes. Charlie had the attendant put the coffee on the table, and as he signed the bill, he noticed the attendant's greedy gaze and said, "If you have time, she's your tip."
Hearing this, the attendant immediately began excitedly undressing, while I silently watched everything unfold, my head propped on my elbow. The hazy blur in my vision had cleared, and I clearly saw what was happening: although I didn't know how it started, I knew I had been gang-raped by two men, and a third man would come to rape me next.
Now the attendant was naked, walking towards me step by step, my gaze unable to leave his enormous black penis. Now, I clearly knew that Charlie and Brad had raped me, but I hadn't seen how they did it. But I clearly saw the waiter's penis, watching him walk towards me step by step. Involuntarily, I lay back on the bed, spreading my legs, eagerly waiting.
I didn't protest, didn't scream, didn't resist; I just quietly waited for it to enter my body.
When it entered me, I heard myself say, "Oh, that's it, go in, yes, yes, fuck me hard, please fuck me harder."
After the waiter left, Charlie and Brad each fucked me again, then they gave me some black coffee to completely wake me from my daze. Only then could I truly see the scene before me: my naked body, their naked bodies, and those two thick, hard penises that were always trying to penetrate me. They confessed to everything they had done to me, but Charlie said, "However, we won't apologize for what we did. We've both wanted to sleep with you ever since you joined the company, and today we finally got our wish."
Brad chuckled and said, "Well, it was worth the wait."
With that, he pushed me down onto the bed again, moving his body between my legs.
"Wait a minute,"
I said, getting up to pick up the phone on the bedside table and dialing the home number. After Bert answered the phone, I said to him, "I'm so sorry, darling, I drank quite a bit and can't drive home now. I got a room at a hotel and will be sleeping here tonight, but I don't want you to worry too much... Ah!"
Just as I finished speaking, Brad's penis thrust hard into my vagina, making me cry out involuntarily.
"Ah... it's nothing, darling, I just have a bit of a headache."
I tried to control my emotions and tone, telling Bert how much I loved him as Brad continued to thrust in and out. After hanging up the phone, I couldn't hold back any longer and yelled at Brad, "Oh, oh, good, my God, fuck me harder, please fuck me harder!"
For the next three hours, Brad and Charlie completely turned me into their slut. They did everything two men can do to one woman, fucking me over and over in bed, sometimes one at a time, sometimes both of them thrusting inside me. Oh, it was so exciting, I loved this kind of sex.
Seeing me begging them to fuck me harder, Charlie said, "Maybe we should call that room attendant back. Do you want to? Do you want to use his big cock again?"
At that moment, I was kneeling on the bed being fucked from behind by Brad. Hearing Charlie say this, I turned my head and replied, "Call him if you want, I don't care. I just want you to keep fucking me."
Charlie picked up the phone and called room service to order breakfast, then said to me, "Just a little longer, my baby, our helpers will be here soon."
As he spoke, he shoved his penis into my mouth.
I didn't hear the knocking, nor did I know that the attendant had arrived in the room. By the time I realized he was there, he had already unceremoniously shoved his penis into my throat. Fifteen minutes later, three men simultaneously inserted their penises into three holes in my body, and I screamed loudly in immense sexual pleasure.
At four in the morning, all three men ejaculated inside me. Despite my efforts to arouse them, they could no longer get hard. They got up and dressed. Charlie asked me as he walked towards the door, "Can we do it again sometime?"
I just smiled at him and buried my face in the pillow, falling asleep.
*** *** *** ***
Waking up, I felt still sexually frustrated. Thinking about last night made me even more aroused. The more I thought about what Brad and Charlie had done to me, the more excited I became. Originally, I wanted to take a shower quickly and go home to be intimate with Bot, but my extreme excitement and hunger made me unable to wait until I got home. Suddenly, I had an idea and quickly picked up the phone to call room service.
This time, a different attendant came. When I opened the door completely naked, my proud breasts and vulva exposed, the attendant's eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets. After he pushed the trolley into the room, I closed the door behind him and then pulled him onto the bed. I fucked him twice, and then sucked his penis once more, before finally signing Charlie's name on the bill with complete satisfaction.
*** *** *** ***
As I showered, the guilt of deceiving Bot suddenly overwhelmed my mind and body. I understood that while I hadn't been able to control how things started, as they progressed, I had willingly surrendered to this sinful time without any resistance. I had become a complete slut, begging men to rape me all night long.
Besides my two colleagues, I had willingly allowed a strange room attendant to rape me, and even worse, I had actively sought out a second room attendant. There was nothing to complain about; last night I was an incredibly slutty whore, submitting to a strange man's big cock. Could I possibly hide my infidelity from Bot? When I got home, would he be able to tell from my wicked expression that I had been unfaithful?
Then, I suddenly remembered that it was Wednesday, and I had to go to work. I didn't have to go home right away; that was great, I had some buffer time. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table, knowing that if I hurried, I wouldn't be more than an hour late for work.
Walking into the office, it felt like everyone's eyes were on me. Did they all know? Could it be that a faithful wife had turned into a slut just by looking at her? I knew everyone probably knew what I'd done last night. Time seemed to drag on. I spent the whole day thinking about how to face Bot when I got home.
Around four in the afternoon, Charlie called and asked me to come to his office. As soon as I stepped inside, he got up, locked the door, and asked, "How are you feeling?"
I shrugged, as if to say, how was I supposed to answer that question? I had completely betrayed my husband, utterly broken my wedding vows, and what was worse, I actually enjoyed the feeling of cheating.
Charlie said, "Actually, if you really don't want to, you don't have to do things you don't like against your will. But from the day you joined the company, I could tell your sex life was very repressed. You've been waiting for an opportunity to unleash the demon of lust within you, and Brad and I just helped you out on that issue."
He unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and continued, "Look at this, Dixie. You look at it and tell me what you did last night was a mistake, and I promise it will never happen again. But you can't say it was a mistake, can you? You wanted to touch my penis, you wanted to suck my penis, and you even let it go inside you again. If I'm wrong, then just turn around and leave my office."
I looked up at his face, then down at his penis, slowly knelt before him, reached out and grasped it, and began to suckle. After a while, he told me to get up and lean over the desk, then penetrated me from behind. I cried out, moaning in overwhelming sexual pleasure.
After he finished, he picked up the phone, pressed a button, and said into the phone, "She'll be there soon."
Then he put the phone down and said to me, "Go ahead, Brad is waiting for you in his office."
*** *** *** ***
That evening, on my way home from work, I was incredibly nervous. I knew that when I walked through the door, Burt would definitely yell at me angrily, "You shameless slut! You unfaithful bitch!"
What should I say to him? Could I say it wasn't my fault, that I was just drunk and couldn't control myself? Would he believe me? Was it just a coincidence, or am I really a slutty whore? And how could I explain that I had agreed to meet Charlie and Brad in their hotel room at lunchtime the next day?
Thankfully, all my worries were unnecessary. When we got home, Burt held me affectionately in his arms and kissed me gently. He told me that he had missed me terribly last night and had barely slept a wink.
Hearing him say that, I felt even more ashamed and quickly ran to prepare dinner. While eating, I told Bert my head still hurt and I wanted to take a hot bath, so I made an excuse to avoid him.
Bert didn't seem to suspect anything, and I didn't appear to be a slut, but I had indeed lied to him, and I was going to have sex with those men the next day, possibly many more times. I did feel guilty, but surprisingly, I concealed it very well; Bert didn't notice anything amiss. Lying in the bathtub, I diligently washed myself, cleaning up any trace that Brad and Charlie might have left, to avoid arousing Bert's suspicion.
That night, Bert and I made love several times before he finally released me, satisfied and exhausted, and went to sleep. I, however, lay awake, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. I couldn't understand why, despite loving Bert so much, I had done something so wrong to him, and why I planned to continue doing it. What was wrong with me?
*** *** *** ***
For the next six months, I was practically reduced to Brad and Charlie's sex toy. They would put me on their desks and fuck me during work hours, take me to hotel rooms during lunchtime to gang rape me, and then rape me together in the back seat of their car after work.
Once, when Burt was away on a business trip for three days, the two of them came to my house and slept with me for two nights. One night, while Charlie was fucking me and Brad was sucking my nipples, Burt called. They took turns raping me while making me talk to Burt.
Moreover, during that time, Brad and Charlie not only desperately had sex with me themselves, but also frequently demanded that I have sex with hotel room attendants, parking attendants, etc. Even worse, on one occasion, they called me to a hotel room and gang raped me with five of their closest corporate clients.
As time went on, my guilt grew stronger and stronger. I was always deeply remorseful, feeling that I had let Burt down terribly. However, whenever Brad and Charlie, along with the men they called, fucked me to the point of ecstasy in various ways, constantly bringing me to orgasm, I used this excuse to justify myself, believing that as long as Burt didn't know about my incredibly lewd behavior, he wouldn't be harmed. Nevertheless, I constantly felt the heavy pressure of guilt.
Finally, one afternoon, after Brad and Charlie gang-raped me for several hours in a hotel room, the pressure within me suddenly exploded. On the drive home, I couldn't stop crying, and I couldn't control my emotions even after entering the house. Burt asked me with concern what was wrong, if I felt unwell. I had no answer, and could only run upstairs to my bedroom, close the door, and sob uncontrollably.
Burt came into the bedroom, tenderly stroking my back, anxiously asking me to tell him what had happened. I could no longer bear the inner torment and told him the whole story.
I told him about what happened at the Christmas party, what kind of slut I had become, and every detail of my time with those men over the past few months.
He listened silently, and after I finished, he left the bedroom without a word. I felt utterly hopeless, rolled over onto the bed, and cried again until I passed out.
When I woke up the next morning, I saw Bert curled up beside me, his arms tightly around me.
I was very surprised because I thought he must have slept in the guest room or on the sofa in the living room. I moved slightly, waking Bert, and he immediately pressed his face against mine, gently kissing my lips, and said, "Do you still love me? Do you really love me?"
I was both excited and nervous, and only managed to say, "Oh, my God!"
before starting to cry again.
Bert got up and left the bedroom, returning after a while with a tray of breakfast. He said, "I've called your company and asked for sick leave for you. Come on, have something to eat, a cup of coffee, and then we'll have a good talk."
We talked deeply for several hours, and Bert finally forgave me. He told me that from my attitude towards sex on our wedding night, he knew that sooner or later I would try different kinds of sex with other men. He also knew that one man was far from enough for me, so he was prepared for me to cheat someday.
"Even if it hadn't happened on Christmas Eve, you would have done it at another time, in another place, with another man,"
Bert said.
He told me that although I had confessed to him about my infidelity, he didn't think I would be bound by it; I would at least have another lover in the future. His only worry was whether I would choose to leave him in the future.
Hearing him say that, I rushed over and hugged him tightly, saying, "Oh, no, no, my darling, I swear to God I won't. I love you, I only love you, and I will never leave you."
Then, he said something that shocked me: "Then keep cheating, darling. Go enjoy your group sex life, as long as you promise not to leave me and to stay with me forever!"
*** *** *** ***
That was two years ago. I still love my husband, Burt, deeply, and will always love him. What excites me most is that every time I come home after a date with Brad, Charlie, or some other man, Burt would lie between my legs, carefully examining the marks those men left inside and outside my vagina and anus, and enthusiastically licking the semen they had ejaculated into my vagina and anus, while listening with unusual excitement as I recounted every detail of the gang rape those men had just committed.
Later, I simply brought those men back to my house and had Burt hide in the closet to spy on them gang-raping me. However, every time I invited him to join the men in gang-raping me, he refused, saying he just wanted to see for himself what was happening and to confirm whether I would leave him. I promised him that I would always be his woman, and I meant it.

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