Young woman turns into slut

I find myself in a very interesting situation, but I'm not entirely sure how to handle it. On one hand, I know what I'm doing is wrong, but on the other hand, I'm getting what I can't get at home, and I don't want to stop. I think I need to explain, otherwise everyone will get more and more confused.
It all started 10 years ago when Darina and I got married. Darina was 23 and a virgin when we got married, while I had already experienced sex at 18. Darina knew this, and at the time it wasn't a problem.
After we got married, I taught Darina a lot, and she was a very enthusiastic and eager student. However, to my disappointment, she refused to let me have anal sex, not even once. Aside from that, she was very enthusiastic about other forms of sex.
For the first five years of our marriage, we were very happy together, and our sex life was very enjoyable. While my friends lamented that their sex life decreased after marriage, Darina and I still had sex four, five, and sometimes even six times a week.
On my 29th birthday, my husband and I had a little problem. It started when my brother jokingly gave me a two-year subscription to Penthouse magazine as a birthday present. I asked him why he gave me such a gift, and he said that Darina and his wife (my sister-in-law) had been talking about our sex life, saying how much we enjoyed it.
So, he thought of giving me this magazine so we could learn more about sex and techniques.
To be honest, I wasn't interested in the magazine; I almost never looked at it when it arrived. But Darina loved it, reading every single issue from cover to cover.
Six months passed, and Darina had read six issues of Penthouse. One night, after we had passionate sex, Darina said she wanted to try some of the things she had read about in the magazine; she really wanted to try role-playing sex games. I thought it wouldn't hurt to try some erotic games, so I agreed.
The first game was at a bar. She pretended to be a wanton, respectable woman, going to the bar to dance and party with strange men. I drove her to the bar entrance, letting her go in first, and I would go in half an hour later, but without talking to her. Instead, I found a seat and watched her play.
Inside the bar, she danced with several strange men in succession. I saw it, though I wasn't entirely sure—but I think I saw it; she was incredibly excited. She hadn't told me beforehand that her game would include kissing, but she still let several guys kiss her on the dance floor.
Seeing her frenzied behavior, I was a little annoyed and several times wanted to rush over and pull her away from those men. However, before I could act, she had already separated from the men and gone to the women's restroom alone. I sat there waiting for her. When she came out of the restroom and sat down on a chair, I immediately got up and walked towards her, sitting down on the chair next to her, pretending to be a stranger who also wanted to ask her to dance.
She looked up and saw me, then immediately laughed and said, "Did you see that? Did you see that man almost stick his tongue down my throat? Oh God, my darling, I'm so excited. Come on, let's go dancing, and then you can just take me out. Oh, I'm so excited, my darling. I need this kind of stimulation, I need this kind of stimulation so much."
We left the bar, and before we even reached the parking lot, she unzipped my pants and knelt down in front of me to give me oral sex. When we got home, she practically exhausted me. Although I was still a little bothered by her kissing those men, as long as I could enjoy such exciting sex, I didn't care. Darina knew I would have a problem with her kissing other men, so she didn't tell me beforehand.
Later, we played that game several more times, she dancing and kissing strange men, letting them insert their hard penises between her legs through her skirt. Then, she would go outside with me to give me oral sex, and then we'd go home and have wild sex.
Next, she tried to dress up as a prostitute and wait for clients on a street corner, but this time it didn't go very well. The first four times she tried to seduce passing men, they all nervously ran away. But when one man wanted her to get in his car, she wanted him to get out and come with her. While they were arguing, Darina said to the man, "How do I know you're a cop? Take your dick out and let me see. Cops don't do that."
The man pulled out his already hard penis, and Darina stared at it for a long time before saying she didn't like it and didn't want to do business with him. After the man left, Darina tried to seduce a sixth passing man, but unfortunately, this time she ran into a real cop and had to spend the night in the police station with six real prostitutes.
The next day, I spent the whole morning explaining to the police before they finally believed that my husband and I were just playing a role-playing sex game. Darina wasn't released until 11 a.m. This incident brought her role-playing games to a halt for about six weeks, after which she became restless again.
"Honey, have you ever hoped to see me having sex with other men?"
Darina asked me.
"No, God, absolutely not! How could you think that?"
"I'm just curious. In Penthouse magazine, I read many letters from men who wished to see their wives having sex with other men. So, I was wondering if you had any such sexual fantasies?"
"No, I don't."
A few weeks later, one night we went out together, had a few drinks at a bar, and danced a few times.
Back in our seats, Darina asked me, "Darling, you know I love you very much, right?"
"Of course, why do you ask?"
She looked at me silently for a moment, then said, "Nothing, I asked this in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"Oh, don't say that. We can talk about anything, just say whatever you want."
"No, not now, darling, let's talk about it when we get home."
After playing for a while, we went home. On the way home, Darina remained silent, staring blankly out the car window. I knew she was considering how to talk to me about that issue when we got home, so I didn't disturb her.
When we got home, I said to her, "Okay, Darina, tell me what you wanted to say at the bar."
"Not now, baby, I'm very horny now, I want you to love me properly first."
Saying this, she unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and pulled me into the bedroom like a cart. That night she was very excited and fucked me until I was almost exhausted.
Afterwards, when I asked her again what she wanted to say, Darina turned her head away, hesitated for a long time, and then turned back to look at me, asking, "Before I ask you that question, I want to tell you that I love you very, very much, and I also want to know how much you love me."
"What question do you want to ask me?"
"I want to ask you to allow me to fulfill one of my sexual fantasies."
"What sexual fantasy?"
"You know, I was a virgin when I got married, and in all my life, I've only ever seen your penis."
"That's not right. Since we started playing prostitute role-playing games, you've seen several men's penises."
"Yes, you're right. I should use 'possessed' instead of 'seen'."
"So what do you want, Darina?"
“My sexual fantasy is having sex with another man and seeing how he’s different from you.”
“Another piece of bullshit from that lousy magazine, isn’t it?”
“It’s not bullshit, Terry, it’s a long-standing curiosity. Okay, I admit my curiosity was sparked by the stories in the magazine, but I’ve had those fantasies ever since we got married. It’s just sex, my darling, just to satisfy my curiosity, absolutely no love involved.”
I looked at her face, feeling her words were utterly unreasonable. She continued, “It won’t hurt our marriage, darling. I’ve read many reader letters published in that magazine; they’ve had that experience, and it hasn’t affected their marriages at all because it was consensual, there was no deception. I’d love to experience it once or twice.”
I really didn’t want her to do such a thing, but I loved Darina very much and knew that refusing her would leave her feeling incredibly depressed. So, I made what was perhaps the stupidest, most serious mistake of my life.
I said to her, "I didn't know you had this idea, Darina. Your request is a very difficult thing for me. I need to think about it carefully. It may take a long time to consider, and making a decision may be difficult, but I will think about it seriously."
Because I didn't outright refuse her request, I knew it would happen sooner or later.
For the next six weeks, Darina asked me once or twice a week if I had decided to agree to her request, but each time I made excuses and said I needed to think about it some more. One evening when I got home from work, I saw Darina dressed up, wearing a black evening gown and sexy high heels.
"Did I forget that we were going out tonight?"
I asked, puzzled.
"No, not 'we,' but I'm going out."
"Where are you going?"
"To satisfy my curiosity."
"What?"
"I've waited enough. I don't want to wait for your decision anymore. Tonight I'm going out to fulfill my sexual fantasies. Your dinner is in the microwave. I might be back late, so you don't need to wait for me."
Saying this, she kissed me and added, "I love you, Terry. My love for you will never change."
Then she turned and walked towards the door.
"What if something happens, Darina?"
I asked worriedly.
She turned to me and said, "Don't worry, Terry, nothing will happen. I'm just satisfying my curiosity. There won't be any problems, darling, I promise."
"Have you thought it through carefully? Do you know the possible consequences? Do you really know what you're doing?"
"Of course I've thought it through carefully, darling. I can honestly say that our lives will continue as before. I wouldn't act rashly without careful consideration."
With that, she went out.
I ran to the door and watched her get into her car. She waved at me, blew me a kiss, and drove away. I stood there watching until her car disappeared from my sight, shaking my head helplessly, wondering where our marriage would go.
I took the dinner Darina had prepared for me from the microwave, but I had no appetite. Thinking about her now, writhing under some man's body, I felt a strange, indescribable feeling. I spent three hours loading my clothes and belongings into the car, planning to hire a tow truck tomorrow to move some of my larger items, like the air compressor.
At 11 p.m., I drove to a motel and booked a room. At 11:30 p.m., I went to a small bar near the motel that I frequented, intending to drink myself into oblivion. The bartender, Beverly, recognized me. She poured me a drink and asked, "Terry, you don't seem too happy."
"Dalina isn't going to stay with me,"
I replied dejectedly.
"Oh, you're not kidding, are you? That's great!" "Great,
you call that 'great'?"
"Yeah, now I have a chance."
"A chance? What chance? What are you talking about?"
"Terry, my darling, I've liked you since your first day here, and I'm not the only waitress who likes you. Mary and Debbie are also very interested in you. However, seeing how intimate you and your wife Darina are, we know we don't have much of a chance. But now, our chance has come."
"Don't joke around."
"Can't you tell how serious I am? I get off work at 12. Should I go to your place or mine?"
"I'm staying at a motel."
"Oh, as long as there's a sturdy enough bed. Shall we go?"
Damn it, I glanced at my watch, thinking that Darina was probably lying in someone's bed right now, legs wide open, satisfying her curiosity. Since our marriage is worthless in her eyes, why should I stay out of it?
"Okay, Bev, let's go."
By 12:35, I had Bev pinned to the bed and was raping her relentlessly, so fiercely that it seemed I wanted to shove my testicles into her vagina as well.
Bev wrapped her legs around my waist, her wild moans loud enough to wake a dead man. With each powerful thrust, she moaned, cried, and screamed as I played with and ravaged her body in every way I wanted.
Before I ejaculated, she had already reached orgasm twice, and as soon as I pulled my penis, now covered in semen and vaginal fluid, from her vagina, she immediately got up and took my penis, now covered in semen and vaginal fluid, into her mouth, sucking on it vigorously.
After I got hard again, she sat up and said, "I'm going to make you remember me forever, darling. Tell me, what other ways has your wife never done for you?"
"She's never let me fuck her anus."
"Oh..."
Bev screamed, "I love it when you fuck my anus. Come on, my darling, I'm going to give you pleasure you've never experienced before!"
Just as I was inserting my fingers into Bev's anus, widening her sphincter muscles in preparation for anal sex, my phone rang. I picked up the phone and saw that it was my home number. It seemed that bitch had returned home and discovered that I had left without saying goodbye.
"Who is it?"
Bev asked.
"Nothing important, it's Darina."
"Fuck her mother!"
"No, my darling, I'll fuck you!"
With that, I hung up the phone and continued fingering Bev's anus.
Finally, the muscles in her anus began to relax. Although I really wished there was some lubricant or something to enhance the experience, I couldn't care less now. I spat some saliva onto my penis and then scooped some semen from her vagina and smeared it on her anus.
Bev buried her head in the pillow, groaning loudly as she accepted the invasion of my thick penis into her anus. When the head of my penis entered her anus, Bev trembled in pain, her groans turning into cries of agony. I stopped thrusting, letting her body adjust to my size and hardness, then continued, pushing my penis in a little further. Finally, I had my entire 12-inch penis fully inserted into her rectum.
Bev cried out, "Fuck me hard, darling! Fuck my anus, fuck me however you want, harder, fuck me to death..."
Amid her groans, I thrust very gently and slowly in and out of her rectum until her body fully adjusted to my large penis, then I began to increase the force and frequency. While fucking her anus, I reached out and rubbed her clitoris, making her cry out repeatedly, "Oh, my God!"
and constantly moving her hips back to meet my thrusts.
After fucking for about ten minutes, Bev suddenly cried out, "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Her body trembled as she reached another climax. I continued to fuck her fiercely until she reached two more climaxes before ejaculating into her rectum.
Exhausted, I lay on the bed and looked at my watch; it was already past 3 a.m.
"Are we meeting again tonight?"
Bev asked me as she got up and dressed at 7 a.m.
"Of course! After last night's passion, do you even need to ask?"
"Okay, I'll leave work at the same time tonight, and I'm off tomorrow. Let's think about what we can do."
"I wouldn't be surprised by anything."
When I arrived at the company, the receptionist told me that Darina had called me countless times, asking me to call her back. I went to my boss's office first and told him that I had some problems at home and needed to use some work time to deal with personal matters. My boss told me not to worry and to try my best to handle the family issues, but to stay in touch with him so that he could contact me if he needed me. I asked my boss to tell the receptionist that if Darina called again, I should say I had resigned, to stop her from calling the company incessantly.
Before leaving the office, I called my friend Brian to ask if he could help me move some things, and he said no problem. So I told him I would rent a trailer and pick him up to go to my house. I went to the rental company and rented a trailer. Afraid of running into Darina at home, I called her office first, only to be told she was in a meeting and I should call back. After confirming she wasn't home, I drove the rented trailer, picked up Brian, and we went to my house to move my things.
That day, Darina called my cell phone dozens of times, but I didn't answer. That night, I turned off my phone and had passionate sex with Beverly on the hotel bed. The next day, Beverly and I went to the lake, during which Darina called me over a dozen times, but I still didn't answer. That night, I explored all three of Beverly's holes again.
So, Bev and I spent three crazy days together. Every day, I either turned off my phone or refused to answer Darina's calls, just indulging in Bev's body day and night. While Bev went to work, I thought about what to do next. I planned to find an apartment to live in on my own; I couldn't keep living in hotels.
But no matter what, I decided not to see a lawyer; I couldn't waste money on a divorce. We didn't have children yet, and if I filed for divorce first, Darina and I would have to split the assets equally. So I wanted her to file for divorce first, and then I would play my part.
That evening, I sat in a bar, drinking and waiting for Bev to get off work. Darina had called the bar before, and Bev had answered. She asked Bev if she had seen me at the bar, and Bev told her that I was unwelcome there; the bar owner, Harry, forbade the staff from selling me drinks because I always caused trouble there.
On the third night, Bev told me she was going to another city to visit her parents.
“Well, my playboy,”
I said, “you seduced me and then dumped me.”
I was joking with her, and she laughed, saying, “You’re never idle, unless you don’t want to. Mary and Debbie told me they’d take over your life after I’m gone.”
“Do you always share men?”
“No, but we all think you’re special and want to do something with you.”
“What’s so special about me?”
“You are special.”
“So, what will they do? Flip a coin to decide who gets to be with me?”
“I don’t know, we’ll see. I’m leaving for three days, but to be fair, I told them they can spend four days with you, so each of them can spend two days with you. However, I’ve already told them they have to give you back when I come back.”
“It seems I don’t have a say?”
“Of course not, all you have to do is enjoy their bodies.”
Mary was a sexy redhead; I’d never had sex with a redhead before. Debbie’s breasts were enormous; I’d never seen such large breasts on a woman. So, I decided to enjoy these two women. The night after Beverly left, I arrived at the bar at six o'clock and saw Debbie busy behind the bar.
"Hi there,"
Debbie greeted me, placing a glass of wine in front of me. "I was really afraid you'd come after Mary, and then we'd have to fight tooth and nail over you. Beverly already told you, right? I won't leave you all alone, will I?"
"She did tell me, but I still don't quite understand why you're treating me like this. I don't think I'm anything special, not at all."
"That's just how you see yourself, Terry, but others don't see you that way. We all think Darlene is incredibly lucky to have a man like you as a husband. We really find it hard to believe she let you go out and see other women so easily, but now that she's done it, we're not going to be shy about seizing the opportunity. I get off work at 11, can you wait here and walk with me?" "I'm
not quite sure what we're going to do next, but I'll just wait here like an idiot. Of course, I'll wait until 11 and walk with you."
Debbie was incredibly flirtatious. When I was with her, before I even penetrated her, just a few strokes of her labia with my fingers and she started moaning and screaming. She reached orgasm during foreplay. Debbie had a fantastic figure due to regular exercise, but what she had the best feature was her control over her muscles.
When I was younger, a friend told me that a woman with a vagina shaped like a fish's mouth was ideal, but at the time I didn't know what that felt like. Now, as I penetrated Debbie, the muscles inside and around her vaginal opening gripped and squeezed my penis, and I truly felt that my friend's words were not untrue. Inside Debbie, I felt as if my penis was being tightly gripped by a small hand, stimulating my nerves from all directions.
Debbie's screams during orgasm were terrifying; they were like the roar of a lioness. During the two nights we made love, I was afraid the neighbors would knock on the door and tell us not to make love so loudly.
The experience with Mary was similar to that with Debbie, but Mary's oral sex skills were exceptional. Before experiencing Mary's oral sex, I always thought Darina's oral sex skills were the best.
At first, I didn't know if these three women had men. I was always puzzled as to why such sexy and alluring women didn't have any suitors. Later, I discovered that they all actually had men. Mary had a fiancé, and Debbie was already married. Beverly also had a steady boyfriend, but she said she broke up with him after sleeping with me. I really couldn't understand their actions.
From a certain perspective, Beverly's return wasn't a good thing, because she wanted me to be hers.
So, I really wanted to sit down with the three of them and plan things out, arranging our time together in a proper order. To be honest, I was afraid they would laugh at me for being delusional, but I really wanted to maintain this exciting relationship with each of them; I didn't want to lose any of them.
Beverly had been back for two days. After we made love that day, she said while getting dressed, "Honey, is it the same time tonight?"
"Actually, I want to be with Debbie tonight,"
I said.
"Hearing you say that hurts me deeply. Right now, I really want to kill her, or find another way to make sure she never sees you again."
"Why would you do that?"
"I don't want to, but if I want to have you all to myself, I have to do it."
"I really don't understand what's wrong with you all. I'm just average-looking, with no physique whatsoever. Why are all three of you so infatuated with me?"
"You're a rare man, Terry. You know how to be with women, how to make them feel comfortable. Other men, at least the ones we've met, don't know how to take care of women, or don't even know how. You see, darling, all three of us know you're just temporarily out there having fun, so we have to make the most of this rare opportunity. I'm so lucky to be the first to have you, so I want to enjoy your strength and warmth until you go back to your family."
"Go back to my family? Why do you say I'll go back to my family?"
"Because that's the kind of man you are. We all know your feelings for Darina, and we know she's deeply in love with you too. You've never said it, so I don't know what's wrong between you and your wife, but I can say with absolute certainty that you'll eventually reconcile."
"You're wrong."
"We'll see then, but shouldn't I arrange an accident for Debbie or Mary now?"
"Don't do that. If you don't want me to see them, then don't. There's no need to hurt them."
She kissed me, patted my cheek gently, and said, "See you tonight. Now I should go home."
I continued looking for a place during the day, but still couldn't find one. I wondered if what I was looking for simply didn't exist. I wanted a place not too far from my office, with a swimming pool and gym. I looked at several places, but the rent was too high. Finally, I decided not to be too idealistic and just rent an apartment I could afford. I needed to find a place quickly; motels were too expensive.
On Friday morning, Beverly kissed me goodbye and left. I quickly got up and went out to continue looking for a place. On the way, I went back to the office to collect my paycheck. When I came out of the office, I saw Darina leaning against the fender of my car.
"Where the hell have you been? I was worried you were sick, why didn't you answer my calls?"
Darina yelled at me angrily.
"First of all, Darina, where I go is none of your business. Secondly, I didn't answer your calls because I had nothing to say to you. Now, I don't want to talk to you about anything, so please leave and don't bother me."
"But why the hell is that? You should at least give me an explanation!"
"I don't owe you anything, Darina. You can't be so stupid as to not even know why I left you, can you?"
"I just don't know, Terry. I don't know, and I have no clue. One minute you were my dearest husband, and the next minute you're gone without a word. I really don't know why."
"Do you really think you can just run off and sleep with other men and I won't react at all? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"
Darina's face changed drastically. She quickly said, "Oh my God, that's what you're after! My God, Terry, do you really think I would do that?"
"Of course. Haven't you been nagging me about that for months? Every week you ask me if I'm ready for you to do 'that'."
"Honestly, Terry, don't you understand? I would never do that without your permission. Yes, I really wanted to, but you had to be with me. You don't actually think I've already done it, do you?" "
Of course I thought you had. You told me you were going to do it, and then you ran out. The moment you ran out the door, our marriage was over!"
"But I didn't do anything, Terry. It was my mother's birthday. She's been living alone since Dad died, so Aggie (her sister) and I decided to take her out for a meal to make her happy." "Oh, okay,
you're making this up. I think I'm starting to believe you."
"You can ask Mom, you can ask Aggie. I still have the credit card receipt from that day. It's true, Terry, I swear to God it's true. I was with Mom and my sister the whole day. I didn't go to see any other men." "
Then why did you tell me you went out to see other men? Why didn't you tell me you were going to your mother's birthday?"
"Do you even remember what day it was, Terry?"
"I think it was a Wednesday, what's wrong?"
"Do you remember the date?"
"No. I'll have to go check the calendar."
"Let me tell you, it was April 1st, April Fool's Day! That was a joke I played on you, Terry. It was just an April Fool's joke, I didn't have sex with any man. Oh my God, how did things turn out like this?"
She said, and started crying.
Yes, she was telling the truth, I thought, damn it, what am I going to do?
I'm such a complete bastard, doing something so unforgivable without even knowing the truth. I immediately realized that what she said was true, but her joke—that fucking damn joke—had caused me immense pain, and she had no idea how much pain I was in. Now I didn't know what to do. Seeing Darina sobbing uncontrollably, I could only comfort her, saying, "It's okay, it's okay, darling, everything will be alright. Don't cry, let's forget about it!"
To cover up my infidelity, I pretended to still have doubts about her and made her write down the details of that day: the time, the location, who was there, who she encountered, and whether anyone we both knew saw her with her family, etc. I wanted her to think that I didn't believe her and planned to verify what happened that night. I told her I would come back for her and drove away.
I took the note Darina had written detailing her activities that night and began my investigation. I spent Saturday and Sunday speaking with the people mentioned on the note, and also visited her sister, Aggie, and her mother, talking to them for over an hour each. Everything was confirmed; I actually knew this would be the outcome, but I wanted a buffer period, I wanted Darina to wait two more days.
Sunday night, I called Darina and told her that everything that happened that night had been confirmed, but I needed her to meet a few conditions before I could go home. The first condition was that she could no longer read that bastard "Penthouse" magazine and had to forget all the stories she had read before; the second condition was that she couldn't mention any other men or anything like that anymore. After Darina agreed to my conditions, I told her I would move back the next day.
In the first few days after I moved back, things were a little awkward between us. She was still somewhat resentful about my departure, and I was still bothered by the emotional damage her April Fool's joke had caused me, but slowly, our relationship returned to normal.
Of course, things aren't exactly the same as before. There are still some unspoken things and barriers between us. I still date Beverly a few times a month. Isn't it a bit hypocritical of me to secretly have affairs with other women while forbidding Darina from mentioning sexual fantasies about other men?
Yes, I am quite hypocritical, but that's how I want to live, because Darina still doesn't want anal sex with me, and I still really need to enjoy Beverly's little asshole. So, if one day Darina agrees to let me fuck her anally, I can consider ending that relationship with Beverly. Until then, Beverly is still the girl I can call upon and who's ready to fight.
It's been a long time since I enjoyed Mary's intoxicating oral sex, and it's been a long time since I heard Debbie's ecstatic screams during orgasm. I really should find some time to have some fun with them.

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