To live a stable and loving married life

After that conversation about a stable, loving married life
, that day was terrible. My mind was in turmoil all day, torn between two conflicting thoughts. For so many years, I've deeply hidden my lustful nature, hoping to marry a man I truly love and have a stable, loving marriage with him.
But my lustful nature remains. In the past week, although I haven't heard that lustful calling from deep within me, Barney has hinted that he wants me to unleash my lustful instincts.
Of course, I want that, oh God, I've always wanted that. But another thought in my head disagrees with exposing my true nature, because Barney doesn't seem like the kind of man who can accept that. Of course, I have no doubt that he'd be willing to have a threesome at the right time, but that's with his friends and another woman, not with me—his wife and the mother of his children.
So, what if he really did have a threesome with a woman and his friends? What would he think of me? What did he feel after seeing me kneeling, letting two men take turns penetrating my two orifices? How would he see me like a sexually frustrated slut?
The problem wasn't something I could solve by thinking about it for a long time or from what angle; it was that I simply didn't believe Barney could accept my lewd nature. Once my primal, lewd nature was exposed, and Barney couldn't accept it, then my current happy life would vanish.
That evening, as my family sat down for dinner, I secretly decided to have a serious talk with Barney about the things I truly longed to do. During dinner, the children excitedly talked about the afternoon Barney had taken them to the park.
Listening to their joy, I noticed Barney glancing at me every now and then. I wondered if he had also been thinking about our conversation that morning. What was he thinking? Would he agree to me playing lewd sex games?
After dinner, when I settled the children down to sleep and returned to the living room, Barney was sitting on the sofa waiting for me.
He handed me a glass of wine and asked, "What are your thoughts on our conversation this morning?"
"Yes, my sweetheart, I've thought about it seriously, but I don't think my idea is a good thing."
"Why do you say that? Didn't you want to do it? I could tell from your expression."
"There are so many things I want to do, my dear sweetheart, but I haven't because I don't want it to hurt me or our family. I've put my past wildness in the most secret place; let it stay there. You know, the wildest game I've ever played is role-playing."
"What's role-playing? I don't know."
"Just like you played Stan. Remember last night when you raped Barney's wife?"
I put down my empty glass, stood up, and said, "Come on, let's hurry up and do it again. Barney will be back soon, come on, Stan, fuck me hard like you're fucking a slut. Come on, fuck your colleague Barney's wife hard!"
I sat naked on the edge of the bed, watching Barney frantically take off his clothes, my mind filled with fantasies of getting as many big dicks as I had before. I craved them, and Barney seemed to want me to have them too, at least one. But I knew in my heart that Barney couldn't accept a slut as his wife; I knew in my heart that if I did what he expected, our family would surely be doomed.
Seeing his hard cock standing erect on his lower abdomen, I beckoned to him, "Hurry up, Stan, bring over your beautiful big cock and let Barney's slutty wife suck it. If we hurry, we can still enjoy a few more crazy, exhilarating sex sessions before you leave. You don't want Barney to catch you and end our wonderful enjoyment, do you? So what are you waiting for?"
He excitedly came over, and I lowered my head and took his penis into my mouth, sucking hard.
*** *** *** ***
???? Of course, things didn't end so easily. Once an evil thought arises in the mind, it's not easy to get rid of it. For the next few months, Barney kept urging me to help him fulfill his sexual fantasies. Whenever we went out, he would often point to someone and say, "Look, what do you think of that guy over there? I want to share you with a man like that."
Every time he said that, I thought to myself, "God, I think so too."
But I always prioritized our marriage over those crazy sexual desires, and I wasn't sure Barney could handle or accept such things. So, whenever he brought it up, I would try to calm him down. Then, things started to move when Barney celebrated his birthday.
That night, we hired a babysitter to help us with the kids, and Barney and I went to a nightclub to celebrate his birthday. At the nightclub called "Pink Ladies," we drank and danced, quickly becoming a little tipsy and excited.
I kept teasing Barney, saying I wanted him to watch me have sex with Stan. Later, I was as excited as a goat in heat, sitting there imagining the role-playing games I planned to play when we got home. I'd already bought a dildo, specifically to act as a second man's penis in 3P role-playing games.
Just as I was lost in my sexual fantasies, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Stan standing behind me. He smiled and said, "Would you like to dance?"
I glanced back at Barney, who had a wicked grin on his face. I immediately realized that meeting Stan here was no coincidence. Looks like this is for real! With that thought, I didn't say a word to Barney, stood up, and let Stan lead me onto the dance floor.
The music started, and Stan pulled me into his arms, and we began to dance. I asked him, "Where's your wife, Maggie?"
"She has another date tonight."
"A date?"
"Yes, she's getting quite close to a guy she works with."
"Oh, so you two have pretty open views on marriage?"
"Yes, we're quite open-minded."
"Then, I suppose you must have told Barney about your views?"
"Once, Barney accidentally saw Maggie on a date with another man. As her best friend, of course he told me. I told him it was okay, that Maggie dating other men didn't bother me."
"Oh, so, was it your idea to make me a wife he could share with other men, or his?" "
His. He told me about his sexual fantasies, and after I first met you, I agreed to help him realize them."
"So what are your plans for tonight?"
"Simple, get you drunk, then gang rape you. I've prepared a hallucinogenic drug; I can put it in your drink if necessary."
"Oh, is Barney so eager to realize his sexual fantasies that he's trying to drug me too?"
"Yes, I really wanted to. But this drug had nothing to do with him; I prepared it myself."
"But he allowed you to drug me and then rape me?"
"He said you actually really want to do this yourself, but you're worried it will affect your family and marriage. He told me very confidently that if we decide to start doing this, you'll enjoy every second of the process." "
Oh, so after you do me, he can go do Maggie?"
"No, no, he's not interested in wife-swapping. He only wants to have a threesome with other men and you."
I was really angry with Barney. I'd told him "no" a hundred times, but he still wanted to push me into that abyss of lust. He actually wanted to get me drunk and let another man rape me, and he was sure that I wouldn't become an incredibly slutty whore afterward. How could he be so confident? Okay, if that's the case, then I'll grant his wish.
"Take me that way and jump, through the corridor to the restroom."
"What did you say?"
"Do as I say."
Saying that, I guided Stan to jump in the direction I indicated. After reaching the corridor, I took Stan's hand and led him into the men's restroom.
"What are you doing?"
"Barney wants a slut, so I'll give him a slut."
The men's restroom was quite large, with four stalls and four urinals. The restroom was empty. I pulled Stan to the last stall, opened the door, and said, "Take off your pants and sit down."
We squeezed into the stall together and closed the door.
He obviously understood what was going on, grinned, and took off his pants and underwear, sitting down on the toilet.
His large penis was already erect, and I couldn't help but lick my lips.
This was the first penis I had seen besides Barney's since our wedding day. I eagerly bent down and took that large, masculine-smelling penis into my mouth. I placed my hands on his legs for support and began to vigorously suck on my first extramarital penis since our marriage.
My head bobbed up and down, moving the penis in my mouth, my tongue licking and swirling over its glans, coronal sulcus, and shaft. Each time I pulled the glans out of my mouth, I would purse my lips and gently kiss the swollen, purplish-red mound before opening my mouth again to swallow the thick thing all the way in.
People were constantly going in and out of the bathroom, the sounds of urination, defecation, and flushing rising and falling. Clearly, some men had noticed the unusual sounds coming from the last stall, and they could also see my high heels through the bottom of the stall door. So, some of the bolder men knocked on the door, asking if they could be the next person to receive my oral sex.
At that moment, I was giving Stan a deep throat. Having finally spat out his penis, I replied, "Not this time, but you can try your luck at this nightclub next weekend. If I happen to be there, I'll definitely give you a good time."
With that, I swallowed Stan's penis back down and continued giving him oral sex, my lips and tongue working together to tightly grip his shaft, my head moving up and down, enveloping his penis. Stan's hands rubbed my nipples, saying, "Fuck, baby, you're making me feel so good. I want to strip you naked and play with your naked body."
I spat out his penis and asked, "How do you want to play with my naked body?"
Then I took his penis back into my mouth.
"Like playing with the most slutty bitch."
Hearing this made me a little angry, but what else could I be but the most slutty bitch, sucking on a random man's penis in a public restroom?
"I want to eat your cunt, suck your nipples, and play with your plump, alluring white ass. Do you like my big cock in your anus? I'm going to shove my big cock into your beautiful, sexy ass, fuck you until you're dying and you'll never want to go back to Barney."
Hearing him say this, my body trembled. I loved big cocks in my anus, but Barney would never do that. Stan felt my trembling and said, "Haha, are you excited by what I'm saying? Oh, my baby, we'll have even more fun."
At this moment, Stan's hand was on the back of my head, and he thrust his body upwards forcefully. I knew he was about to ejaculate, so I smacked my lips and thrust harder, giving him a stronger stimulation. Immediately afterward, a large gush of semen sprayed into my mouth. I swallowed most of it, leaving a small portion in my mouth.
After Stan and I returned to our seats, before Barney could even ask where we had been, I bent down and kissed Barney. I forcefully pried open Barney's lips with my tongue and spat the semen in my mouth into his mouth.
Then, I whispered to him, "Do you know what I gave you to eat? It's called 'Little Snowball.' Did you like it? Okay, come on, my sweetheart, let's get out of here. I really want Stan to put his big cock in my vagina and anus. Just now, he fucked my mouth in the men's restroom, made me suck his cock, and eat his semen. Is that okay?"
Barney looked at me in surprise, his face full of doubt. I grabbed his hand, pulled him up from the chair, and then turned to Stan and said, "Where are we going? We can't go to my house anyway, because the nanny and the kids are there." "
Then let's go to my place. Maggie's on a date and won't be back tonight, so it'll just be the three of us. We'll go together in my car first, and then I'll take you back here, and you can drive your own cars home, okay?"
Stan said.
"How about this, we'll just follow you in our own cars,"
Barney said.
“No, darling,”
I said, “Let’s do as Stan says.”
Stan’s pickup truck was spacious, and I quickly got in, sitting in the middle front seat, with Stan and Barney on either side of me. Before Stan even drove out of the parking lot, I had already pulled out both men’s penises and started stroking them.
“How far is it to your house?”
I asked Stan.
“Only five minutes.”
“Oh, so I can only give each of you two minutes.”
Saying that, I released Stan’s penis, turned around, and took Barney’s penis into my mouth, starting to give him oral sex. While giving Barney oral sex, I thought that so far things were going well, and Barney didn’t seem to be unhappy.
While giving my husband Barney oral sex, I felt Stan insert his fingers between my legs, stroking my labia. After sucking Barney’s penis for about two minutes, I turned around and started giving Stan oral sex.
"Fuck, Tammy, your blowjob skills are amazing,"
Stan said, enjoying my service while driving. At that moment, I wished I had eyes in the back of my head so I could see Barney's expression.
After a while, I felt Stan's ass start to twitch; I knew he was about to ejaculate. He groaned as he shot his second load of semen into my throat, which I greedily sucked down until I swallowed it all. Then I sat up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
I turned to Barney and said, "Kiss me, darling. You should thank me for everything I've done for you."
While Barney was still hesitating, I grabbed his head with both hands, kissed him with my mouth open, and shoved my tongue into his mouth, letting him taste Stan's semen for the second time that night.
At that moment, Stan had already pulled into his driveway and said, "We're here."
"Great,"
I said, "It didn't take long. I'm so horny right now, I want a big cock shoved into my cunt right away. I'm hot and wet, I can definitely fuck you two for hours. I hope you two don't disappoint me."
Stan opened his car door and jumped out, but Barney seemed glued to his seat and refused to get out. "Hey, what's wrong, honey? Come on, this is what you've always dreamed of, and now I really want to have some fun too,"
I said, reaching out to open his car door and pushing Barney out.
From Barney's hesitation, I knew my previous worries about him were justified; he simply couldn't accept the fact that I had sex with another man. I even considered calling Stan back to take me back to the nightclub to get our car.
But by then, I was burning with lust, uncontrollably craving Stan's penis. No, that's not right—I wanted both Stan's and Barney's penis, and if there were more men at Stan's house, I would have wanted all of them.
Unconsciously, Barney unleashed the slutty desires that had long been imprisoned deep within me, and now it was impossible to let them return to their imprisonment. Perhaps after that night, that night that had completely ignited my burgeoning lust, I might try to rein in my wild, untamed nature, but that night, nothing could stop my insane desires.
I grabbed Barney's hand and pulled him along as we followed Stan into his house.
"Maybe we should have a drink before we start?"
Stan asked.
“No, don’t waste time, my dear. We both know why I’m here. I want to get straight to the point. Please take us to the bedroom.”
I replied.
As soon as I followed Stan into his house, I began impatiently undressing. My suit was tossed on the living room floor, my bra on the first-floor stairs, my skirt on the stairwell, and my panties in the hallway leading to the bedroom. When I entered Stan’s bedroom, I was only wearing stockings and high heels.
Seeing me lying naked on his bed, Stan also began frantically undressing himself.
I turned to look at Barney; he stood in the bedroom doorway, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief, as if a train was rumbling towards him with nowhere to hide, standing there dumbfounded, unsure of where to go.
"Come on, my sweetheart, you have to join us too, because this is exactly what you wanted, right? That's why you arranged for us to bump into Stan, isn't it?"
I said, standing up and walking to him, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants, and then kneeling in front of him, pulling down his pants and underwear. To my slight disappointment, his penis wasn't even hard yet. Looks like I'll have to take good care of him, but if he could get hard without me stimulating him, that would be great.
I eventually stripped him naked, pulled him onto the bed, and said to him, "Barney, my dear husband, you have to help me. Stan has already ejaculated twice, it's a bit difficult to get him hard again right away, but I really need a cock, and you haven't ejaculated yet, so you'll fuck me first."
I knelt beside Barney, took his half-erect penis into my mouth and sucked hard, and soon it was rock hard. Then, I straddled him, grasping his penis with my right hand and pressing it against my labia, slowly lowering myself to take it inside me. Next, while moving my body up and down on Barney's penis inside me, I gestured for Stan to come over, grasp his limp penis, and began stroking it.
Once Stan's penis had hardened slightly, I leaned over and took it into my mouth, performing oral sex on Barney for the third time while riding my husband's penis. My tongue circled and licked his glans, then I let his penis thrust in and out of my mouth.
Barney lay beneath me, his eyes open, watching Stan's large penis go in and out of my mouth. I don't know what he was feeling. At that moment, I desperately hoped he could truly enjoy the fulfillment of his sexual fantasies, because then perhaps we could do this with Stan and other men in the future. This was the result my lewd nature most desired—am I too lewd?
Stan's penis grew harder and harder in my mouth. I spat it out and asked him if he had any lubricant or something similar at home. Stan understood and got up to run to the bathroom to get some skin-protecting lubricant.
"You should know what I want you to do, my lover, right? Come on, but be gentle at first. I haven't done anal sex in a long time."
Stan moved behind me and smeared lubricant on my anus with his fingers. Although I often asked Barney to fuck my anus, he had never done it before. He thought anal sex was disgusting and dirty, which made me very uncomfortable because I especially liked the feeling of a big penis going into my anus.
I stuck my butt out slightly and leaned my upper body against Barney. I looked at his face and said, "You've already seen a big cock in my mouth, now you'll soon feel a big cock going into my rectum, it'll touch the cock you're in my vagina."
When Stan inserted three fingers covered in lubricant into my anus, I shouted excitedly and said to him, "I feel completely ready now, my love, gently and slowly insert it."
Stan got up and knelt behind me, his thick glans pressing against my tight anus. With a little force, my anus opened a small hole thanks to the lubricant. He pushed again, and his glans stretched open my sphincter, taking the hard shaft behind it into my rectum. I felt both pain and pleasure from his penetration, and my body couldn't help but press tightly against Barney's chest.
"Can you feel him, my sweetheart? Can you feel his big cock sliding through your vagina? Lie still, my sweetheart, wait for him to fully penetrate you, then you'll really experience the feeling of two cocks inside your wife's body. Is it fun, my sweetheart? Is it as sexy and exciting as you imagined?" I asked, pressing my face
against Barney's.
Barney didn't answer me, and I wasn't sure if I heard what he said, because I was too excited at that moment, my attention completely focused on the painful yet pleasurable feeling in my anus. I love anal sex, but since I hadn't experienced it in a long time, I needed some time to adjust. After Stan fully inserted his big cock into my rectum, I asked him to stop for a moment, and then slowly start fucking me again.
Stan's thrusting caused my body to writhe back and forth, making Barney's cock also move in and out of my vagina. As Stan's thrusting speed increased, I couldn't help but moan, "Oh, that's it, my good lover, good job, fuck my anus hard, fuck my anus, fuck my anus."
With the lewd moans, I started to thrust my ass back, hoping to have closer contact with Stan's big cock. This action also made me more proactive in letting Barney's cock slide inside my vagina.
Although I'm reluctant to admit it, I seem to have forgotten that Barney's penis is still inside me; my attention is almost entirely focused on the large penis violently ravaging my anus. It feels so good; I'm finally experiencing the pleasurable sensation of a large penis fucking my anus again.
Oh, I feel my orgasm coming, and I scream as I experience my first anal orgasm with Stan. He continues thrusting, and I'm rocked back and forth by his fucking, causing Barney's penis to pump rapidly in my vagina, but the intense stimulation still comes from Stan's penis inside my anus. Before Stan ejaculates in my rectum, I reach two very exciting orgasms.
I lie on Barney's chest, panting heavily, my body limp like a rag. Such a sexual orgasm is unbelievable.
"Go wash up, my love,"
I said to Stan. "Hurry up and bring it back; I want to get it hard again."
After Stan left the bedroom, I saw that Barney hadn't ejaculated yet, so I said to him, "Come on, sweetheart, let me lie down, and you fuck me hard on top of me."
Barney looked up at me, his face full of unreadable expressions. He lay there motionless, ignoring what I said. I straddled him, lay down, and pulled him onto me. He was like a wooden puppet, letting me do as I pleased, but his thrusting made it clear that his mind wasn't on making love at all. As soon as
Stan came back from the bathroom, he knelt in front of my face and made me take his penis into my mouth again.
I sucked and licked, and it only took a few minutes to get his limp cock hard again.
Barney's movements were still unhurried, seemingly absent-minded, and with my mouth full of Stan's cock, I didn't have a chance to properly encourage him. So, I spat out Stan's penis and groaned loudly at Barney, "Come on, my sweetheart, harder, make me climax, fuck me hard!"
To my surprise, Barney pulled out his penis, got up from the bed, and said, "I need to take a shower."
He went into the bathroom without looking back.
Before I could react, Stan immediately ran over and took Barney's place. The moment his penis entered my body, it stimulated me to scream. When Barney returned to the bedroom, I had my legs wrapped around Stan's waist, my hands slapping his ass, urging him to fuck me deeper and harder. By this time, Stan had already ejaculated three times, twice in my mouth and once in my anus. I knew he would fuck me for a long time, which was exactly what I needed.
"Oh, my damn lover, I'm going to climax!"
I screamed, my body trembling as I reached another climax. "Oh, that's great, I feel so good,"
I moaned, letting him continue sliding inside me.
Then I saw Barney start to get dressed—he didn't even glance at me or Stan again! Damn it! This was exactly what he wanted to do. I'd told him a hundred times, "Don't do this."
But he kept urging me to do this lewd thing. Fuck! Whatever, I thought, urging Stan to keep fucking me.
"Fuck me harder, lover, fuck me! It feels so good, fuck me so good,"
I cried.
Amid my moans and pleas, Stan brought me to orgasm twice more, then he yelled, "Oh, I'm fucking you!"
I felt him press tightly against my vulva, ejaculating inside me again.
Turning my head, I saw Barney sitting in a chair by the bed watching us, his face unreadable, but clearly very unhappy with what Stan and I had done.
Stan pulled out of my body, and I grabbed his penis, asking, "Can you fuck me one more time?"
"That depends on whether you can get me hard again,"
Stan replied.
Barney said, "We should go home, Tammy."
I ignored Barney and continued rubbing Stan's penis. Finally, I managed to get him hard again, then I turned around, supporting myself on my hands and kneeling on the bed, sticking my ass out so Stan could enter me from behind. "Come on, my lover, fuck my ass again, I want you to fuck my anus this time."
I shifted my body to observe Barney's expression. When Stan thrust into my anus again, I stared into Barney's eyes and shouted, "Oh God, good job, my lover, I love you fucking my anus. Fuck my anus, my lover, fuck my anus, fuck me to death, baby, fuck me to death!"
Stan fucked my anus with all his might, bringing me to two more orgasms. I moaned smugly while watching Barney's expression. Watching his wife being wantonly raped by another man must have been incredibly cruel, but it was his idea; he wanted to watch me being played with by another man. He didn't care whether I said yes or no; he wanted to see me raped.
And since it had already begun, I wasn't going to let him stop so easily. He had a responsibility to unleash my lewd nature, so he should just watch me being raped.
Stan ejaculated into my rectum again, and I begged him to continue. But despite my efforts to suck on his penis, which he had just pulled from my anus, he couldn't get hard again. You see, he had already ejaculated many times that night; his energy was even stronger than two strong men. Helpless, I gave him one last passionate kiss and started getting dressed.
*** *** *** ***
*** While I was getting dressed, Barney didn't look at me at all, and even on the way back to the nightclub to get our car, he didn't say a word.
"Can we work together in the future?"
Stan asked me as he dropped us off at the nightclub parking lot.
"I think you should ask Barney that,"
I said, getting out of Stan's car.
"Okay, Barney, let's discuss that when we get to work,"
Stan said.
Barney grunted noncommittally and waved at Stan.
On the way home, Barney remained silent for the first five minutes. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and huffed at me, "Why didn't you get out of that damn bed when I told you we should go home?"
"Why should I get out of bed? Don't you like everything you see? Don't you like everything you do? That's exactly what you wanted! Haven't you been encouraging me to do that? You arranged for us to meet Stan at the nightclub, and you even told me to get me drunk and then give me to Stan to play with. Everything I have is what you say and what you think." "
But I don't like it. I don't like it at all. You should have known how much I disliked it when I told you we should go."
"Yes, I knew you didn't like it."
"Oh, then why aren't you leaving? I told you we should go, but you still won't leave!"
"Because I wanted to punish you. Think about how many times I told you 'you can't do that'? I really didn't want to do it, but you wouldn't listen to me and insisted on doing it your way. Now look what you've seen. Even though I didn't want to do it, I did it for you; even though I hate having sex with other men, I still satisfied your desire."
"Oh, you hated it?"
"Of course I hated it."
I lied, "I hated every second of that. I'm a married woman, I love my husband and family, I'm not a slutty prostitute, but you don't care about that, do you? To you, I am a slutty prostitute, so I should have sex with other men according to your fantasies. Let me tell you, I lay in bed, looking at you, letting Stan ejaculate freely in my three holes, just to get revenge on you."
"You've made me impure, Barney. I don't even know how many times I washed myself before I felt any better. It's all your fault, Barney—all of it—I don't want to hear another word about it from you. Right now, I'm furious with you, and I don't want you to touch me for the next few months."
After I said this, Barney didn't say anything. We remained silent for the rest of the journey. When we got home, Barney drove the nanny home, and I took a shower. By the time Barney got home, I was already asleep.
*** *** ***
*** The atmosphere in our home was somewhat cold over the next few days. Barney was afraid of upsetting me again, so he walked very carefully. I was indeed angry, but for reasons he imagined. He thought I was angry because he made me have sex with other men, but he was only partially right. I didn't want to do that because I knew he couldn't handle such a thing, and what really angered me was that he had stirred things up but then didn't want it to continue.
But I didn't want him to know the real reason I was angry. I felt I should let my hidden, lewd nature return to its original state. Since marrying Barney, I had carefully hidden this very lewd nature of mine.
However, the lewd nature that had been dormant for many years had been awakened, and I was constantly thinking about Stan's big cock in my mouth, vagina, and anus. Please don't misunderstand me, I'm not thinking about Stan, I'm just thinking about his big cock. Stan meant nothing to me, but I truly loved his big cock in my anus.
After so many years of abstinent married life, I seemed to have forgotten what it felt like to be penetrated by two big cocks at the same time. I loved that crazy, soul-stirring orgasm so much. For those few days, I secretly masturbated in the bathroom while recalling the crazy moments with Stan.
On the third night, after we got into bed, Barney hugged me from behind as I lay on my side, his hard penis pressing against my buttocks, his hands around me, caressing my breasts. This was his usual way of expressing his desire to have sex with me. I'd been tormented by lust and hunger for the past few days, so I didn't refuse him.
"Are you sure you really want to fuck this slutty bitch? You know, Stan's already fucked me beyond recognition, every hole in my body is filled with his semen,"
I whispered.
"I'm so sorry, Tammy, I'm such an idiot, I apologize. Please don't say that, don't treat our future like this. I thought you'd like it, and I really enjoy watching you have sex with other men,"
Barney said sincerely.
"Okay, my sweetheart, but next time I say 'no,' you better understand—'no!'"
Afterwards, we lay there side by side, trying to catch our breath. After a while, Barney said, "In all these years of marriage, I've never heard you scream like that when you're having sex with him."
I was silent for a moment, then said, "That's because you never do anal sex with me. I scream that loudly every time a big cock goes into my anus."
"Since you like anal sex so much, why didn't you tell me?"
"I did tell you, Barney. I asked you several times, but you always said it was too disgusting. I thought, since you don't like it, I'd better not think about it anymore."
After saying that, I hoped he would say, "Then I'll try anal sex with you sometime."
But he didn't say anything, and just started snoring softly.
For the rest of that week, I would masturbate while imagining several big cocks raping me at the same time. At night, I was always very excited and kept pestering Barney to have sex with me. Now, I could no longer hide my lustful nature.
*** *** *** ***
A week later, I received a call from Stan. He said, "I've been trying to talk to Barney, but he's reluctant to mention that night. I guess he probably didn't like it, right?"
"Yeah, he hates it,"
I replied.
"But you don't, do you?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you'll do it with me again. The only question is when."
"My answer to that 'only question' is: tomorrow at noon."
The next day at noon, Stan and I had lunch together at Danny's restaurant downtown, and then went to the Marriott Hotel.
From then on, Stan and I had sex twice a week. Later, one time when we went on a date, he brought a friend, and we had a threesome. Then he brought two friends, and then three more.
In the past two months, Stan has taken me to two gang rapes, each time with six men gang-raping me.
And twice, when Barney was away on business, I went out with Stan's wife, Maggie, and experienced even crazier things. However, I can't say what Maggie and I did right now; I have to keep it a secret.
I know none of the readers will believe it, but I truly still love Barney madly, and whether you believe it or not, we will definitely live happily ever after.

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