On the night of my 40th birthday

On the night of my fortieth birthday, I sat alone on the sofa in my living room, anxiously waiting for my wife, not knowing where she was.
Finally, I heard a sound at the front door, and my wife Doreen, with whom I had shared a bed for 23 years, walked in and plopped down on the sofa. Before I could even ask where she'd gone, Doreen blurted out, "What do you think if your wife is a slut?"
"What do you mean?"
"That's it, darling. Your wife is a slut. I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to happen, but it did, and I quite like it. There are a whole bunch of reasons why I'm telling you this. First, our marriage is built on mutual trust, so I have to tell you; I can't hide anything from you. Second, I don't know how the men I've slept with will react, so I have to tell you because you work with them. Finally, I want to continue this kind of sexual relationship with them, and if we're going to continue living together, I can't do those things behind your back."
"I think you should explain it to me, right?"
It turned out, things had really taken a strange turn. That morning, Doreen called my office to ask if I was in the office all day. I said yes, and she told me she'd come to my office at lunchtime and we'd have lunch together. However, around 10:30 a.m., my boss came to my office and asked me to handle a problem for him.
"Our business partner, Andrew, wants to review the contract one more time before signing it, so I'd like to ask you to arrange a working lunch with him, so he can review the contract again and sign it,"
my boss, Stan, said.
As the company's vice president of sales, could I refuse my boss's request? I couldn't possibly tell him, "Sorry, boss, I've already made plans to have lunch with my wife."
But I called home several times, and no one answered. I figured she was probably on her way to my office. I had no choice but to tell Stan about my plans with my wife. He said he would apologize to Doreen on my behalf, and might even take her to lunch to express his remorse for unintentionally breaking our agreement.
It seemed like that was the only option. So, I called Andrew, arranged to meet him at the Georgia Hotel at noon, and then left the office.
Around 11:15 a.m., Doreen arrived at my office door. To surprise me, she quietly pushed open the slightly ajar door and came in. Wearing a long fur coat, Doreen was only dressed in stockings, garter belts, and high heels underneath. As soon as she entered, she took off the coat, giggling, "Happy birthday, my darling! This is your birthday present. Do you want me to put it on the table or the floor?"
The man in the room sat in a high-backed swivel chair, his back to the door, looking out the window. Doreen couldn't see him at all, but she heard him whistle and say, "I think the table is best. What do you think?"
He then turned to face the almost naked Doreen.
Of course, this man wasn't me, but my boss, Stan.
It turned out that Stan had been waiting for Doreen in my office to tell me he had to leave unexpectedly.
Doreen never expected that the person sitting in the high-backed swivel chair wasn't me, and she stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.
Stan stood up and walked over to her. "I've always wanted to see you like this, Doreen. Even though it's not my birthday, I still want to thank you. I also have a gift for you; I think you'll like it."
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his 11-inch penis.
Doreen covered her breasts with her left arm and her genitals with her right, staring intently at Stan's thick, hard penis, motionless, as if hypnotized.
"If you want it, it's yours now, Doreen. It needs you too, believe me."
Doreen began to murmur that she didn't know I wasn't in the office, but Stan silenced her with a kiss. His tongue swirled in her mouth, his penis pressing against her vulva.
Stan pushed Doreen against the wall, pressing his body against hers, and pulled her hand to his penis. He held her small hand and stroked his penis, kissing her as he said, "Can you feel it, Doreen? Hold it with your hand, feel its size, imagine what it would feel like to be inside you."
Doreen struggled to pull her hand back, but Stan was strong, and she tried several times without success. Stan's penis was really long; even standing like this, the head of his penis was already between Doreen's legs. Doreen thought that
if she grabbed that big meat stick with both hands, perhaps he wouldn't be able to push it any further into her most intimate place. So, she stretched out her hands and gripped the big meat stick tightly, resisting Stan's assault. Stan
's tongue entered her mouth again, and this time Doreen felt a tingling sensation all over her body, from her tongue all the way to her toes.
Doreen knew that Stan's violation and teasing had aroused her physical reaction, and if she didn't break free, she would soon be overwhelmed by the tide of her lust. She released her hands from his penis and pushed hard against his chest, trying to push him away. But the moment her hand left his penis, the thick, hard shaft immediately plunged into her secret place between her legs, the glans rubbing against her swollen, engorged labia.
Stan pulled his tongue out of Doreen's mouth and said, "Spread your legs, Doreen. I know what you want, I know you want to feel it. You should know you won't have another chance to feel such a big cock. Come on, Doreen, don't be shy, nobody knows about this, it's just a secret between you and me. Come on, baby, let's make love."
Stan thrust his lower body, his large penis pushing a little deeper into Doreen's labia. Although he hadn't fully penetrated yet, he was already very close. He pushed in again, the slippery glans already inside her labia majora, pressing against her labia minora. Stan stopped his thrusting and kissed Doreen again, his tongue swirling in her mouth, constantly entwining with hers, while she tried to expel him. But for a frail woman like Doreen, it was impossible to stop a strong man whose blood was boiling with lust.
Stan continued to tease Doreen with his tongue, while his penis slowly and steadily advanced towards that alluring cavern. Perhaps it was Stan's penis rubbing against her clitoris, but Doreen's sexual switch seemed to be flipped, and she began to kiss the man who was forcing her. In the exchange of kisses and breaths, Doreen felt the fire of desire within her almost scorching her, and her legs involuntarily opened.
Stan still pressed her body against the door, his penis continuing to thrust forward. Doreen felt his glans penetrate her vulva and enter her body. Pressing her tightly against the door, Stan reached down and pulled up her knees, raising one leg to shoulder height. In this way, Doreen's vulva was fully exposed, and with a slight push, half of Stan's penis entered Doreen's vagina.
The thick penetration made Doreen groan involuntarily. Because Stan was sucking her mouth and tongue tightly, her groans were swallowed by him as soon as they came out of her throat, making them sound somewhat comical.
Stan picked Doreen up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and had her lower body clamp his penis between her legs. The two of them moved onto my desk.
Stan laid her on her back, grabbed her legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders, then thrust hard, his thick, hard penis penetrating to the hilt of my wife's vagina, causing Doreen to scream with excitement. Perhaps afraid her screams would be heard, Stan tore off his tie and wrapped it around Doreen's mouth before beginning to fuck her vigorously. Each of Stan's thrusts made Doreen scream, thankfully the tie muffled the sound; both of them seemed to have entered a state of frenzy.
"I'm so sorry, baby, but his penis is just so long, touching places in my vagina that have never been touched before, making me incredibly excited. I lay on your desk, watching Stan fuck me so hard, constantly praying to God: please don't let him stop,"
Doreen said sincerely to me.
Doreen told me that when she walked into my office and excitedly took off her coat, she had no expectation that I would have sex with her on my desk. She assumed I would just glance at her, say hello, and then take her to my room at the Hilton Hotel to have sex with her. But the most unexpected thing happened just two or three minutes after she entered my office: she was being violently fucked by another man in her husband's office, lying on his desk.
While Doreen was enjoying the intense pleasure of being violently raped by a man, with Stan's legs hoisted over her shoulders and his head clamped between her high-heeled feet, something even more unexpected happened: a man named Jack Tatum pushed open my office door and walked in. After seeing the situation inside, he quickly closed the door and walked up to Stan, saying, "Can I just stand here and watch? Or can I join in?"
Stan removed the tie from Doreen's mouth and said, "What do you think, Doreen? Can Jack join in?"
Doreen didn't answer, still moaning loudly. Feeling Stan's thrusting slow down, she cried out, "Don't stop, don't stop, please, please don't stop!"
"But you haven't answered me yet, Doreen. Are you letting Jack join in?"
"I don't care if he joins or not, I just want you not to stop."
Hearing her say that, Stan began to violently rape her again, causing her to scream and moan loudly. Stan had no choice but to shove the tie back into her mouth. As the feeling of ejaculation inside Stan grew stronger, his thrusting became faster and stronger. Finally, amidst Doreen's screams of sexual climax, Stan also ejaculated his semen deep into her uterus. Then, he stepped aside, allowing Jack to insert his long-erect penis into Doreen's slippery vagina.
Doreen, nearly fainting from the ecstasy of her orgasm, didn't even notice at first that the penis inside her had been replaced; she was still immersed in the excitement of her orgasm and the pleasurable feeling of being violated by a man. Stan, watching Jack thrusting into Doreen, was aroused again. He walked to the desk, pulled the tie from Doreen's mouth, and said, "If you want to play a little longer, you'll have to find a way to get it ready."
At first, she didn't understand what he meant, but when he pressed his limp penis against her lips, Doreen finally knew what he wanted her to do. Stan's penis was long but not thick, making it easier for Doreen to take it in. After Jack ejaculated inside her vagina, Stan also became erect again in Doreen's mouth.
Stan moved back between Doreen's legs, inserting his penis into her vagina, which was already filled with the semen of the two men, and began to fuck her hard. While fucking
, he said to Jack, "I want to take Doreen out for lunch later. Go and call Mike, drive your car to the company building, and after lunch we'll take her to the Hilton Hotel." He then fucked her even more vigorously.
"I know what they'll do to me if they take me to the Hilton Hotel, but I don't care as long as I can enjoy Stan's big cock. You know, Jerry? He makes me tremble all over. I've never felt anything like this in my life, and I hope it never ends. When he fucks me, I have one orgasm after another, it's so exciting. I want him to take me out of your office, to a place where I can go completely crazy, completely let loose, and feel so good I could die,"
Doreen said excitedly, looking at me.
Stan continued to fuck Doreen fiercely until he ejaculated a second wave of semen into her vagina. Then he helped her off my desk, pulled the tie out of her mouth, and made Doreen stuff it into her vagina to stop the semen from spilling onto the floor. Once everything was in place, he took Doreen out of my office. Doreen
continued, “After Stan helped me put on my fur coat, he led me through the lobby to the elevator. All the women in the lobby were staring at me, and I knew what their expressions meant. Your colleagues Bolt and Hal were standing at their desks, and I knew their expressions were saying, ‘Maybe I’ll get a chance to sleep with her too.’ When you go to work tomorrow, all your colleagues will know that your boss fucked your wife on your desk and then took her to a hotel room and fucked her all afternoon.”
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Stan’s tongue was in Doreen’s mouth, and their tongues intertwined until the elevator reached the first floor. Jack had already parked the car at the building entrance and was sitting in the front seat with Mike, waiting for Stan and Doreen. As soon as Stan got into the back seat of the car, he pressed Doreen's head onto his lap and made her suck his penis all the way to the Hilton Hotel.
Once at the hotel, the three men quickly booked a room and then spent the entire afternoon taking turns raping Doreen. They only stopped when the room attendant brought lunch.
"Stan gave me to the room attendant as a tip; he's black. So, besides becoming a slutty whore, I also crossed racial boundaries. Wouldn't that make my dad proud? That afternoon, Stan kept raping me, mocking me, and constantly telling me to do this and that for him, and I did exactly as he said. Later, he even said he wanted to give me to his clients as sex toys, and I said no problem at all, as long as he didn't stop fucking me. He laughed and said, 'Would you agree if I let you fuck a dog or a monkey?' I told him, 'As long as you don't pull your penis out of my body, it's up to you.' He said, 'Okay.'" "If I told you I wanted you to have a group sex session with every single man in our company, and then go home, sit on your husband Jerry's face, and pour all the semen we've ejaculated into your vagina and anus into his mouth, would you do it?" I told him I would do whatever he said as long as he didn't stop fucking me. At the time, I meant I meant it; even if they brought a dog, I would let it fuck me without hesitation. They stopped fucking me at 5 p.m. to give me time to go home and see you. Stan finally said to me with some concern, "Go home early; it's Jerry's birthday after all."
I sat there dumbfounded, listening to her recount the whole story, unsure of what to say. Seeing my expression, Doreen continued, "I'm so sorry, honey. I know this was a terrible birthday gift. I didn't expect it to happen, but it's done, and I can't change it now. By this time tomorrow, everyone in your company will know your wife is a promiscuous free prostitute. I can't imagine how embarrassing that will be for you. The only saving grace is that you're now the sales director. Stan was hesitant to promote you, but because of what happened to me being gang-raped, he finally decided to give you the position. When I asked him why..." When asked why, he replied, "That way, Jerry will have a lot of time to travel for work, and I can come to your house and fuck you more often." I really love you, baby, I'd even die for you, and I hope you understand that. It's been very difficult for me to tell you this tonight, but I love you so much that I can't hide anything from you. If you really can't accept it and want me to leave you, then I will definitely leave before you get home from work tomorrow night."
For me, this was too cruel. I sat there silently for a long time, and Doreen sat quietly with me without saying a word.
"Will you go see him again?"
I finally asked.
She was silent for a while, then turned her face away from me and said, "No." "
But you really want to go, don't you?"
Her eyes still didn't dare to look at me, and she hesitated before answering, "Yes."
Love can make people do many strange things. I love Doreen deeply and sincerely hope that she is happy, so I decided to accept this fact. From then on, whenever I flew around the world to handle company business, the men in the company would come to my house to handle business with my wife.
Stan wasn't joking; he really did make my wife entertain his important business partners and sleep with them. He also made all the men in the company rape Doreen, even forcing her to participate in group sex. There were 41 male employees in our company, and every single one of them raped my wife. Whenever I was away on business, they would come to my house in groups of three to five almost every day to gang rape Doreen.
For Doreen, as long as she could frequently get Stan's big penis, she didn't care how many men gang-raped her. Under Stan's instructions and orders, Doreen was often gang-raped by seven or eight, and sometimes as many as twenty-one or twenty-two, men from the company, and she did many humiliating and lewd things with them according to Stan's orders. When I was away on business, I often called home, and more than once I heard Doreen being raped by Stan or other men while I was talking to her.
Out of curiosity, I once asked Doreen if she minded me having sex with other women. Doreen was honest; she said she was certainly very concerned, but although she strongly disliked me sleeping with other women, she had nothing to say if I really wanted to. However, I really wasn't interested in other women. Even though Doreen was having sex with so many men all day, she would still pester me relentlessly when I got home, keeping me too busy to think about other women.
No one at the company or among clients knew I knew about Doreen's affairs. For my sake, Doreen would always hold my hand intimately whenever we attended company parties or other social events. Although many men at these parties tried to take her out of the venue and rape her in the back seat of their cars, she refused, telling them she would only have the chance to be with them when I went on my next business trip.
I've said before that I wasn't interested in other women, but I still really liked one woman—a red-haired woman with a figure more alluring than any porn star. Once, Doreen and I went to Stan's house for a Saturday night pool party—the kind where men and women all wear swimsuits. That day, Doreen lay on a large towel by the pool, her sexy body exposed except for a tight bikini, while I stood on the other side, watching many men try to seduce my wife into doing dirty things with them.
Suddenly, a sexy, melodious voice rang out behind me: "You always surprise me. With your intelligence, I think you should know."
I turned around and saw Stan's wife, Samantha, standing behind me with a smile. She was the very lovely red-haired woman I had always imagined, and I couldn't help but scrutinize her beautiful red hair and full, high, sexy breasts.
"Know what?"
I asked, feigning ignorance.
"Know that your wife is a public figure at the company,"
I said, without speaking, just smiling and shrugging at her.
"Don't you care?"
I shrugged again and said, "As long as it makes her happy, I'm happy. What more can we ask for in marriage?"
"Do you have other women?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because besides my wife, I'm only interested in one other woman, but I can't confess to her."
"Why?"
"Because if she doesn't accept me, I'll be too ashamed and unable to work at the company anymore."
"Oh, who is she?"
I smiled at her and said, "She's our boss's wife."
She stared at me for a long time, then smiled and said, "Call me later."
After saying that, she turned and left me, returning to the crowd.

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