The test of marriage

You'll never know who your true friends are until you've been tested by sexual temptation.
Abby and I have been married for 10 years, and our married life is very happy. We always work together seamlessly, as if we can sense each other's hearts no matter how far apart we are.
For example, one morning I got up to go to work and realized I didn't have a spare shirt. I thought I'd go to the mall and buy one someday. But when I got home from work that evening, I found Abby had already bought me several shirts. She said that when she went to the store during the day, she didn't know why, but she just wanted to buy me some shirts.
Another time, I was driving home from work, and for some reason, instead of turning right onto the street leading home, I kept driving straight. When I decided to turn around, I found myself at the Safway supermarket, so I parked in the parking lot and went inside because I suddenly wanted to buy some meat sauce and pasta. Just as my car pulled up in front of my house, Abby called and said, "Do you mind if we go out for dinner tonight? I suddenly have a craving for spaghetti bolognese, but we don't have any ingredients at home."
Stories like this, where we seem to have a telepathic connection, are countless in life; the above are just two small examples.
Abby and I met, fell in love, and got married in college. We were both virgins when we got married. Abby remained virgin because she made a promise before her mother passed away: she would never have sex with any man before marriage; and I remained a virgin because I was very shy and afraid of interacting with girls.
However, despite our lack of sexual experience, our sex life after marriage was rich and fulfilling. Similarly, our telepathic connection made us perfectly in sync during sex. I instinctively knew where she wanted me to touch her and how to caress her body, and she knew how to please me.
On our wedding day, Abby's bridesmaids gave her a teasing gift: a videotape labeled "Sex Education Manual." Later, when we played it, we realized it was pornography.
For the first month of our marriage, we watched the tape repeatedly every day, imitating everything in it. We did oral sex, anal sex, 69, we had sex in the traditional way, but also doggy style and other more complex and erotic positions, and it lasted a long time.
From then on, we became regulars at the city's adult video stores, buying tons of pornographic films to watch and learn the sex positions. We also bought many sex toys and tools, installed fishing hooks on the basement beams, and stocked up on lubricants and aphrodisiacs.
When playing with a dildo, Abby's favorite thing to do was pretend that two men were fucking her at the same time. When I inserted my penis into her anus, she would always take a dildo and insert it into her vagina, stimulating her vagina and clitoris with it as I thrust in and out. Each time we did this, she would experience a very intense orgasm.
Once, when we were both relaxed, I asked her if she would like to bring a man home so she could truly enjoy the passion of two men having sex with her at the same time. Her face immediately turned red, and she shook her head, saying, "No, no, God, I'm a married woman, not a slut. I can't do that with any man I don't know. Besides, I know that once I do that with men I know, I'll never be able to face them again."
But as I penetrated her, feeling her contracting muscles and the surging flow of her vaginal fluid, I knew she desperately wanted that experience.
After 10 years of marriage, our sex life remained passionate; we made love 6 to 7 times a week. However, we were surprised to learn that our friends who had been married around the same time only made love once or twice a week, which we found hard to understand.
Now, we no longer buy those pornographic videotapes, but we still constantly get fresh ideas and practices from reader letters, forums, and picture books of pornographic magazines like *Penthouse*.
Once, when we were traveling in Mexico, Abby and I were making love passionately on the small balcony outside our hotel room. Abby was leaning on the balcony railing, and I entered her from behind, thrusting wildly. Some people downstairs saw us, knew what we were doing, and they laughed and waved at us, which Abby responded to.
Another time, we were making love in the women's restroom of a bar, with many women queuing outside. Yet another time, Abby was giving me oral sex in a men's restroom stall, while several men were urinating just a few feet away.
Our sex life is so colorful and never gets boring!
On my 35th birthday, Abby decided to throw me a surprise birthday party at a bar. That night, after I got home from work, she told me she wanted to go out to dinner with me. I asked her where she wanted to go, and she said the Water Lime Cave Bar.
"I really want to eat their large Bermuda onion curry rice,"
Abby said.
When I got to the bar, I was pleasantly surprised to find that Abby had already prepared a birthday party for me and invited many of our friends. It was Friday night, and the bar's band was playing great music. We danced, drank, and partied with our friends. Since I was the birthday boy, my friends all came over to toast me. I drank glass after glass, and by 11 p.m., I was already quite drunk.
Abby had also drunk a bit, but she was in better shape than me. Seeing that I was completely intoxicated, my friends shoved me into their car and took me home early. As I left the bar, I only vaguely remembered seeing Abby, wearing high heels and high-waisted stockings, surrounded by a group of men who were teasing and harassing her, hugging and kissing her. She didn't seem to resist their advances, but I was too disoriented to tell if it was real or just my imagination.
When I woke up the next morning, I still felt dizzy and my ears were ringing. My mouth tasted bitter, and my tongue felt stiff. While showering, I silently vowed never to drink so much again.
After the shower, my mind cleared a little. I came out of the bathroom and saw Abby fast asleep in bed. I noticed her naked body was covered in dried semen, her breasts had red bite marks, and between her parted thighs, I could see semen still flowing from her swollen vagina. She was still wearing one high heel, the other was missing, and her stockings were also stained with semen. Clearly, she must have been brutally raped by many men last night.
Looking at her filthy body, I desperately wanted to know what had happened in our lives last night.
With mixed feelings, I went to the kitchen, made myself a cup of coffee, and sat down to sort out my thoughts and emotions. About two hours later, I heard the sound of a shower coming from the bedroom; I knew Abby had gotten up.
I sat on the bed in the bedroom waiting for Abby. She came out of the bathroom, saw me sitting on the edge of the bed, and immediately burst into tears, crying, "I'm so sorry, so sorry, oh my god, I'm so sorry!"
I stood up and hugged her. She buried her head in my shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. I helped her to the bed, laid her down, and then held her, slowly calming her down. Then, I took her downstairs and fed her breakfast. It wasn't until the afternoon that Abby truly calmed down and told me what had happened that day.
Last night, after I got drunk, Sam, Alice, Greg, Nancy, and Sid crammed me into one car, while Abby was pulled into another by Ralph, Judy, Harry, Henry, and Al. In the car, Ralph and Harry sandwiched Judy in the front, while Abby was sandwiched in the back by Henry and Al.
Before the car even left the parking lot, Harry, right in front of Ralph who was driving, pulled his wife Judy into his arms and kissed her. Abby was also quite drunk, but she was still surprised that Judy dared to be so affectionate with Harry in front of her husband.
Harry said, "Look, even though she's married, she can still enjoy this kind of fun." Then he started
French kissing Judy.
In previous gatherings with friends, especially during Christmas parties, Abby was often kissed by other men, and now, feeling safe in the car with her friends, she didn't object to Henry kissing her. Then, Al said he also wanted to taste Abby's lips and kissed her too. And so, Abby was kissed by the two men in turn. As the kisses continued, they slipped their tongues into Abby's mouth, and Abby responded by moving her tongue around in return.
Abby couldn't remember who had first touched her breasts, but with each kiss and caress, Abby felt herself becoming increasingly aroused. She kept kissing them, sucking on their tongues, and letting them fondle her breasts. Then, she saw Judy's head lower, bobbing up and down between Harry's legs. Abby knew exactly what she was doing, and her husband, Ralph, far from being angry, watched with amusement as he drove.
Meanwhile, Henry and Al were each sucking on one of Abby's nipples; she didn't even realize when they had removed her bra. Abby's nipples were extremely sensitive, and the two men's sucking made her moan quickly. Her head tilted back in excitement, her full breasts thrust out as the two men played with them wantonly. She heard Judy say from the front, "Come on, Abby, I know you've always wanted to be as slutty as me."
The word "slutty" stimulated Henry and Al. They spread Abby's legs and stimulated her vulva with their fingers. Abby couldn't help but cry out, "No, no, you can't do this!"
Hearing her cry, Henry released the nipple he was sucking on, pressed his lips tightly to her mouth, and inserted his tongue to stir and suck on her tongue, even trying to stick his tongue into her throat.
When the car stopped in the driveway in front of my house, Al's three fingers were already inserted into Abby's vagina, her tongue was being sucked by Henry, and she was vigorously stroking two penises in her hands.
At this moment, the other car I was in also drove up to my house, and they lifted me out and threw me onto the sofa in the living room. Then the car drove away.
At this moment, Ralph, Harry, and Judy also got out of the car. Seeing them get out, Henry laughed and told them to keep going, "Don't let her get too excited."
Judy
laughed and said, "Okay, then hurry up, I don't want to be playing by myself."
In the car, Al played with Abby's vulva with his fingers for about five minutes. Then, Abby was laid down on the back seat by the two men who had been playing with her. Henry spread her legs and moved his body between them. When the first large, illicit penis violently entered her body, Abby's eyes widened in shock. Although still drunk, she knew this was wrong, so she struggled desperately. However, the more she struggled, the deeper Henry penetrated.
Henry rocked his body, violently raping Abby. As his thrusts became stronger and faster, Abby's resistance weakened. After raping Abby twice in the back seat of Ralph's car, Al and Henry pulled her out and took her into the house.
During the time between getting out of the car and entering the house, Abby tried her best to regain her senses. She knew what she had just done was wrong, but she also knew that she enjoyed being forced and gang-raped; it was a thrill she had never experienced before. She had hoped to prevent this from happening through fierce resistance, but she also knew that her body's sensitive reactions had given Al and Henry the upper hand.
Abby knew what awaited her in the house, and she knew she should break free and not follow them inside, but she had already lost control of the situation. As soon as she entered the house, several men rushed over and stripped her naked, leaving her only in high heels and stockings.
Judy shouted excitedly, "It's finally starting! Come on, my sweetheart, let these men see just how lewd we are!"
After the men stripped Abby naked, they immediately surrounded her, wantonly caressing and kissing her face, lips, breasts, and buttocks. Stimulated by the men, Abby also became aroused, her body filled with primal desire. One man pulled her to the floor, and Abby couldn't help but reach out and grasp his penis, pressing it between her legs.
After the first man raped her, Abby was then gang-raped by all the men in the room until each of them ejaculated inside her vagina at least once before they released her. At this point, Judy said, "Come on, let's go to the bedroom and continue our game. You men can carry the two of us women upstairs, and we'll let you fuck us as much as you want, for as long as you want, even all night long."
After recounting what had happened the night before, Abby started crying again. I held her and comforted her, telling her that I still loved her very much. She begged for my forgiveness and promised to be faithful to me from now on, and that it would never happen again.
The following weekend, we spent our time together quietly and cautiously, no longer making love as passionately as before, afraid that such passion would remind us of what happened on Friday night. I knew Abby was still very worried that Friday night's events would negatively impact our lives, so I tried my best to show her my love and affection, assuring her not to worry about our future.
Monday went well, but what happened around 2 pm ruined my good mood. Suddenly, an image of Abby having sex with another man at home flashed through my mind. I couldn't control my emotions and rushed home from the office. While waiting at a red light, I imagined Abby sitting on a man's lap, his penis inside her vagina, while another man behind her was vigorously fucking her anus.
When I got home, I found Abby wasn't there. When I went into the kitchen, I saw the answering machine's indicator light flashing incessantly. I pressed play on the answering machine and heard the notification tone, "You have a new message and an old message." The new message was a phone advertisement, so I deleted it. Then, I noticed the old message—a recorded call. Abby probably hadn't noticed she'd accidentally pressed the record button while using the phone, which gave me the opportunity to hear her conversation.
Abby: "Hello?"
Caller: "Abby, this is Judy."
Abby: "Oh, hello."
Judy: "What are you doing?"
Abby: "Nothing."
Judy: "Okay, listen up, some friends are coming over, we're having a party, do you want to come?"
Abby: "(Pauses) Never mind, I think I'll pass."
Judy: "Come on, honey, the party will be fun."
Abby: "Sorry, I really don't want to go."
Judy: "Don't say you don't want to come, I think you should."
Abby: "Um, no, I don't think so. I really shouldn't have gone."
Judy: "But you really want to, don't you? Abby, I can tell from your voice that you want to come."
Abby: (Silence)...
Judy: "Honey, you can't fool me. Do you remember lying in your bed with me being fucked by those men? I know you want to do it again."
Abby: "(Long silence—) When?"
Judy: "We can do it as soon as you get here."
Abby: "Who's there?"
Judy: "The men you fucked that day."
Abby: "Okay, but I have to be back before my husband David gets home."
At that moment, I heard some noises behind me. I turned around and saw Abby standing there, looking lost and dejected. We stood face to face, letting the phone recording continue playing...

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