Desires that should be prohibited

Desires That Should Be Forbidden
My husband and I were very young when we got married; we were both only 19. After the wedding, he still wanted to go out and have fun with his friends, while I was left alone at home.
My husband and I are both of mixed race. His father is Polish, and his mother is Spanish. My skin is light brown, or rather, dark yellow, and I am of Asian and African descent. We got along very well, but as time went on after the wedding, our sex life gradually became dull, and we rarely had the passion we had before or in the early days of our marriage. I am a woman with very little sexual experience; my husband is my only man, and my first sexual experience was with him.
One night, my husband took me to a party with his friends. The party was at his friend Danny's house, and there were several people there, including his brother, his friends, and their girlfriends.
Most of his friends were white boys; they were all very honest and gentle people, and they were very friendly to me, especially the boy named Danny.
Danny was my husband and I's high school classmate. Actually, back in high school, I had a crush on Danny. His handsome appearance always captivated me. Danny was tall, with short blond hair, ocean-blue eyes, smooth, fair skin, and a sexy, charming voice that mesmerized me. Moreover, he often had unique and insightful opinions.
We sat around on the bed, listening to "Pink Freud" and eating snacks. Then, my husband got up and went to the sofa on the other side of the room to sit with his friends. I wanted to go and sit with him, but as soon as I stood up, he yelled at me, "Don't come any closer! Just sit in your seat! Give me some space, okay? Stop bothering me like that."
I had no choice but to sit back down, feeling incredibly awkward. Danny looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes, seemingly concerned. I really hoped he hadn't seen what had just happened, because it had been incredibly embarrassing. Although the music was loud, I was sure he had heard what my husband had said.
He got out of bed and told us he was going to sleep because he had to get up early for work the next day; he had just found a job at a bakery downtown.
Danny told us to keep playing and then went to his bedroom to sleep. After we played for a while longer, the other friends said goodbye and left. At this point, I was the only woman left in the room. Shane's two girlfriends had already left, and Scott's girlfriend had also left.
I needed to pee, so I asked where the bathroom was.
"Oh my god! How can you not even remember this?"
my drunken brother-in-law shouted.
I sighed, "Yeah, I just can't remember."
"Keep going, then turn right, go up the stairs, the bathroom is upstairs, got it, honey?"
he said, laughing.
I walked out of the room… The hallway was dark, and I groped my way up the stairs, carefully afraid of falling. Finally, I saw a sliver of light coming from the bathroom.
I didn't go to the bathroom; instead, I went down the hallway to Danny's bedroom door. I gently pushed open the door and went in, not thinking about what might happen…
Danny sat up in bed and said softly, “Hey, what are you doing here?”
I walked over to him, plopped down on the bed, and said, “Hi, Danny, I’ve been so bored since you left.”
“Oh, really?”
he whispered.
“Yes,”
I whispered back, “So, can I give you a goodnight kiss?”
“Oh, of course.”
We hugged and kissed for a long time.
“Oh, thank you,”
he groaned.
I stood up and left his bedroom…back downstairs. My brother-in-law had already gone home, and my husband was about to leave too. We lived with his parents, just across the street from Danny’s house.
“Let’s go,”
he said.
Back home, I turned the water up really hot and stood under the showerhead, letting the warm water wash over my body.
As I massaged my body with a soft towel, my mind was filled with Danny’s tender kisses. I wondered what it would feel like to have him inside me. After all, I'd never had sex with any man other than my husband.
It took a lot of effort to banish these wild thoughts from my mind. I dried myself, put on my bathrobe, and left the bathroom. My husband lay in bed, watching me braid my hair into a long braid that hung over my hips.
"You know what I want to do,"
he said.
"But I'm so tired and sleepy,"
I said.
He ignored me all night after I refused, which hurt me deeply. I really didn't want to have sex with him... or let him touch my body... He was asleep, but I was awake.
I didn't know what was wrong with me...
Unable to sleep, I got out of bed naked, put on an oversized t-shirt belonging to my husband, and slipped out of the bedroom. My in-laws' house was big and safe; it was impossible for outsiders to come in. My only worry was that my in-laws would see me like this, but I wanted to take the risk. I wanted to do something outrageous... to break free from the shackles of my boring life.
I tiptoed down the stairs, through the laundry room and the patio… then through the small garden, and across the empty backyard in the darkness, running towards Danny's house. As I neared his door, I saw Danny's brother standing in the driveway… He was drunk, fiddling with his car stereo, then sped off into the street.
I hid in the bushes by his door, watching his brother leave, noticing that his sliding glass door wasn't closed. I quietly slipped through the ajar door into his house, down the hallway, and into his living room. I felt incredibly nervous… What if I got caught? What should I say? I couldn't think of anything right now… It was too late to think about that now.
I quietly climbed the stairs, went into Danny's bedroom, and gently closed the door.
Danny was fast asleep, his face so gentle and peaceful in the moonlight, like an angel… I knelt beside his bed, stroking his lower body.
"Hey..."
he hummed, half-asleep...muttering, "What are you doing..."
He raised his hand to rub his eyes, trying to see what was happening.
"Danny, please, I want you!"
I sighed.
He pulled me closer, looked at my face...and laughed, saying, "Oh, it's you..."
"Yes, it's me, give it to me, okay? I really want it..."
I murmured, taking his 8-inch-long white penis into my mouth and sucking hard.
He groaned loudly, seemingly not wanting me to stop.
"Oh, you bitch! My God! Fuck! This feels so good!"
He groaned.
I continued to suckle him, making him unable to hold back any longer, and he pulled me forcefully onto him. I climbed onto the bed, straddled him, took off my t-shirt, and my bare vulva pressed against his hard penis. I threw my sandals on the floor, lifted my leg and straddled him, easily sliding his penis into my body.
My vagina was already full of lustful fluid while I was giving him oral sex, so his penis moved very smoothly inside me. We both groaned loudly...
My heart almost jumped out of my chest as his hands guided me up and down on his penis. Letting his hands knead and pinch my breasts, I kept moving on his penis until we both couldn't hold back and came.
After the first ejaculation, Danny quickly got hard again, and he pressed me down, thrusting wildly with the fastest and most powerful movements. I breathed heavily with his powerful thrusts, and soon I felt him ejaculate deep into my body again.
Afterwards, he still held my buttocks tightly, our eyes locked, both of us breathing heavily. Danny rolled off me and held me close.
"How am I going to face Christian? What if he finds out…?"
Danny interrupted me, saying, "Don't worry, just lie here in my arms and relax."
He kissed my forehead.
Lying in Danny's warm embrace, I fell asleep almost immediately.
*** *** *** ***
On this special May afternoon…
my husband Christian and I were both in Danny's bedroom, chatting happily and lively.
Feeling a little hungry, I got up and left Danny's bedroom, intending to go to the kitchen to find something to eat. Closing the bedroom door behind me, I looked around the hallway. If Danny's parents weren't home, I could freely rummage through their refrigerator and cupboards.
I quietly slipped into the kitchen; next to it was a staircase leading to the basement.
"Hey..."
Someone seemed to be calling me. I peeked out and saw Danny's brother, Shane, standing by the glass door, looking at me.
"Oh, hey, hello,"
I replied, feeling a little nervous. Shane was different from Danny; he was a rougher guy, not as honest and simple as his brother.
"You're Christian's little wife?"
"Yes,"
I replied, reaching for the refrigerator door and taking out a bag of chips.
"You have a nice little ass,"
he said.
I could feel his eyes scanning my body, making me very uncomfortable.
"Where's your girlfriend, Christy?"
I asked, trying to steer the conversation towards his girlfriend, hoping that this would stop him from just staring at my body and spouting unbearable vulgarities.
"Fuck! We broke up a long time ago,"
he said.
"Oh,"
I replied dismissively, slowly moving towards the door. Shane's eyes remained fixed on me.
"Want some beer?"
he asked.
"Um...no, thanks..."
I said.
He walked over and stood in front of me, his face close as if to kiss me.
"No, no, you know I'm married,"
I said.
"Of course I know, but you don't look like a married woman, like I've heard,"
he said with a wicked grin.
His smile was cute, like his brother Danny's, but Shane's gaze was terrifying, his blue eyes flashing with a cold, icy light. I really didn't like seeing them.
"I don't know what you heard… please go away,"
I said.
He grabbed my arm. "Oh, you're such a slutty little bitch!"
I angrily shook off his hand and stomped back to Danny's bedroom, plopping down between my husband and Danny.
"What's wrong?"
Danny asked.
"I hate your brother, he's a total pervert…"
I said angrily, tearing open a bag of chips and starting to eat.
Christian and Danny laughed at me. "Watch out, you might choke!"
We sat for a while longer, then went home. I had just returned to my husband's parents' house when the phone rang. I answered it; it was Shane.
"Hello, it's me. What do you want?"
I asked irritably.
"Where's your husband?"
"He's not here."
"Oh... he must be out looking for prostitutes,"
he said.
"Fuck you!"
I cursed and slammed the phone down.
My husband hadn't come home late, and his mother and I were in the kitchen cooking, chatting about their old farm. I sat there feeling bored and a little horny. My husband and I rarely had sex anymore, and when we did... it didn't feel good. I really missed being with Danny; this was the first time I'd had sex with a man other than my husband.
The phone rang again.
"Hello!"
I said, answering the phone.
"Well, hehe, listen, I have some things here that might interest you. Want to come? Why not give it a try?"
It was Shane again.
"You're a pervert!"
I said.
"Hey, don't be like that, I really have something good for you,"
he said. "Although I'm not sure if you'll like it."
Shane seemed furtive, and I didn't know why. I'd heard that Shane was a man who'd been through a lot, often sleeping around with other men's girlfriends, and even raped Christy, though some said it was all fabricated to frame him. Besides, he's Danny's brother, so... how bad could he be? I was really bored, and my husband hadn't come home yet, so I finally decided to go see him.
I stood in front of Danny's sliding glass door, hesitating whether to knock.
The door opened: "Hey, you're here! Come in!"
Shane said warmly from the doorway.
I went inside. The room was rather dim, with only a few small lights on in the corners; the main light on the ceiling was off.
"Sit down."
He had me sit on the chair next to his bed.
"Where's Danny?"
I asked, feeling a little awkward.
"He went to the store."
Shane filled a glass tube with marijuana, lit it, and took a few deep drags. I crossed my arms, as if hugging myself. The room was filled with a strange atmosphere, cold and dark. The dim light cast an odd glow.
"By the way, how old are you?"
Shane asked, taking a deep drag of the marijuana, almost choking him.
"I just turned 21,"
I replied.
"Oh, so you're about the same age as my brother. I think your husband is the same age as my brother too, right?"
"Yes,"
I replied. "How old are you?"
He laughed strangely and said, "Oh, I'm 24, almost 25."
He was wearing a vest, revealing the tattoos on his muscular arms.
I'd heard a few things about him. Christy had been with him since she was 16, and she'd been his girlfriend for several years. Oh, and he dumped her.
"That's so awful!"
I thought to myself. He was just like his father. I'd heard so much about his father; he was always getting involved with girls behind his mother's back. Both of them were awful, so why was I sitting in his house? What was I doing here?
"Oh, I think I should go now,"
I said.
"No, no, no! Have a beer."
He pushed three bottles of Heineken beer towards me.
"You see, I know Christian isn't home, and you must be lonely. Are you going to spend the whole night alone waiting for him?"
he said in a warm, comforting voice.
I listened to him and slowly drank a beer.
He was right; I did feel lonely. I didn't like being alone.
Shane smiled and said, "Listen, I understand you. I know what you're going through. It's okay, everything will be alright. You're so beautiful, but Christian doesn't appreciate it."
I suddenly felt like ice cream melting in the heat. Since high school, my husband had never complimented my beauty. Since we got married, all I've heard from him is, "Oh, you're so sexy, let's get started!"
But Shane says I'm pretty, and that feels really good!
I wanted to hear him say more of that, so I kept chatting with him while chugging down beer. I quickly finished six bottles. By the seventh, my head was spinning. "I really should go,"
I stammered.
"Don't rush, come on, have another one,"
Shane insisted, handing me another beer. I took a sip and coughed loudly. I wanted to throw the bottle away.
"Come on, sit down next to me, let's have a good chat,"
he said.
I sat down next to him, and he reached out and stroked my hair. "Oh, I love your long hair. You should never cut it short, okay?"
"Okay,"
I giggled. I hate how I end up giggling like that after a few drinks, but I can't help it. He stood up and turned the stereo up really loud, it was deafening.
"You're so cute right now, like a little blonde. Normally you're a slutty bitch,"
he said. "All slutty bitches need to be taught a lesson, but you… your little cunt must be so tight!"
My eyes widened; I couldn't believe he was saying such a thing.
"No, I have to go,"
I said with difficulty, managing to stand up only to fall back down.
"Oh, look at you, come on, let me help you stand up."
He helped me lie down on his bed, the beer bottle still clutched in my hand. He pressed himself against me, his face almost touching mine.
"Tell me, what color are your nipples? Are they tan? Or pink, brown, or red? Let me see what they look like,"
he said.
"No, no, I don't want to do this,"
I tried to push him away.
"Don't move, I can get us both excited,"
he said.
He held me down and shoved his tongue into my mouth. His mouth was filled with the taste of beer and tobacco. My legs kicked, hoping to kick his testicles hard.
He shifted, pressing his entire body against mine, rendering me immobile.
"Oh, God! How could this happen?"
I gasped, feeling like I was being crushed. He was so strong, it felt like he was going to crush me. He tore open my clothes, his tongue licking and rubbing my vulva, then moving to my anus.
"Stop! Don't do this, let me go! Please let me go!"
I cried, trying to push him away.
Each time I tried, his arms tightened around me, squeezing my body until I stopped resisting.
Now, I was truly terrified. His cold blue eyes stared at me, relentlessly exploring my body.
"Let me put on my slippers,"
I pleaded, searching for any excuse to leave his body.
"Stop talking nonsense,"
he said, sucking on my breasts while reaching inside my torn clothes, his fingers already inside my underwear.
"Oh…"
I sobbed.
"So tight,"
he said with a laugh.
"Let me go!"
I screamed, pushing against his body. He grabbed my wrists and twisted them painfully. I wanted to tear his ears off!
"I'm going to make love to you... in a way your husband has never done,"
he whispered in my ear, loosening his belt, pulling down his jeans, and taking out his thick, long, white penis. Before I could even figure out what was going to happen, he thrust in hard. A sharp pain shot through my lower body as he pumped vigorously.
I felt myself reaching orgasm, but he kept thrusting. After a while, he pulled out and knelt down to lick my wet vagina. His hands were still kneading my nipples, and his tongue was moving in and out of my vagina. I could feel the pleasure from the friction between his tongue and my labia and clitoris.
He climbed on top of me again, thrusting his penis inside me and pounding away. His hands gripped my shoulders tightly, his thrusts becoming increasingly forceful and rapid.
Suddenly, I felt his penis grow larger and larger inside me, his pumping more violently; I knew he was about to ejaculate.
"No, no, please, don't ejaculate inside! You'll get me pregnant!"
I screamed.
He ignored me, continuing to thrust and pound, then ejaculated all over my vagina.
"What if you get me pregnant?"
I said weakly, my body completely defiled by him.
My heart pounded.
"It's best if you get pregnant!"
he said with a laugh.
"You bastard!"
I sobbed.
He inserted his fingers into my vagina, then shoved his semen-covered fingers into my mouth…

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