The betrayed wife

"I'll go make some coffee for everyone!" My face flushed with embarrassment, I swayed slightly as I stood up from the card table,
my legs weakly shuffling towards the kitchen.
"Okay, I'll go help Sasha." Fangfang's husband, Johnny, suddenly jumped up from his chair,
quickly catching up with me, and taking the opportunity to place a hairy black hand on my plump, white buttocks, practically pushing
me into the kitchen...
I had just taken the ground coffee beans out of the cupboard to put them into the coffee pot when Johnny, wearing only a low-cut, ribbon-trimmed dress, groped me.
"No... don't do this... oh... Johnny, not here... they'll hear. Please
... I beg you to let me go."
The door from the kitchen to the living room was open, and fearing that my husband and my friend Fangfang would hear
the sounds of Johnny harassing me, I could only weakly struggle in Johnny's groping embrace, shamefully begging him for
mercy .
However, Johnny seemed to completely disregard the other two people still sitting in the living room—my husband and his
wife, Fangfang. His blood-red tongue, protruding from his thick, scaly lips, greedily licked my
fair, soft neck; while his two large, hairy, dark hands brazenly ripped open my thin bra, pressing
and kneading my two large, plump breasts… “You filthy bitch, you don’t need to pay any
attention them. Didn’t you see my wife and your husband flirting and exchanging glances? Damn it,
Fangfang, that filthy bitch, is a slut too. Didn’t she make things clear to you on the phone yesterday?”
Johnny asked, leaning down to my ear as he lifted the hem of my short skirt, which
barely covered my buttocks, and tugged at the thick, soft pubic hair that the fabric couldn’t conceal.
My heart pounded with desire from his lewd manipulations, and the love juices flowing from my plump, tender vulva
down my fair, fleshy thighs, I finally realized that from this day forward, I would be unable to escape Johnny's shameless toying and defilement
; and tonight would be the official beginning of
a lewd .
Wasn't that so? Just moments ago, this lewd ritual had already begun.
Just before I was pushed and pulled into the kitchen by Johnny, my face flushed and my steps faltering, right before the four of us
were playing cards, my plump, high vulva, hidden beneath soft pubic hair, was being
played with by my friend's husband with his dirty toes, causing my love juices to gush forth and my body to climax repeatedly… However, I am, after all, a married woman! Even if my
husband may not have noticed what happened at the time, being played with my genitals by another man's dirty toes in front of him still made
my face burn with shame and embarrassment.
Of course, I resisted. I tried my best to avoid the stench of those black, sour feet trampling and
ravaging fragrant, pink vulva. But in the end, I chose to give up, and the reason
was my husband. At the card table, the passion my husband showed towards another man's wife filled me with
extreme jealousy and disappointment. The way he looked at Fangfang was so blatant, so full of
desire , as if Johnny and I didn't exist… Yesterday, Fangfang called me, asking
if she and her husband Johnny could come over to play cards tonight.
As soon as I heard Johnny was coming, I tensed up. I tried to politely decline Fangfang's request on the phone, but she
threatened me, saying it was Johnny's idea, and if I didn't agree, he
would call my husband directly. After hearing this, I suddenly felt weak and collapsed onto the sofa...
Although my lower body was already wet when I hung up the phone; although that night, while making love with my husband
, I fantasized that someone else's husband's huge penis was thrusting into my delicate vagina with a plastic penis; although
I felt that my heart, which had once made me feel extremely ashamed and immoral, was not fully prepared, and what Fangfang
meant was also an unknown to my husband, in order to prevent my
affair with Johnny from being exposed in front of my husband,
I could only deliberately give my husband more meaning to Fangfang and Johnny's visit with their despicable and shameless purpose...
I didn't expect that my usually shrewd and meticulous husband, after hearing my shy but somewhat cover-up explanation
, would not delve into my evasive and flawed words, but instead seemed unusually
excited . Even during sex, he kept rambling on and on, saying he hadn't
seen ; that he missed Fangfang and Johnny's wedding because of work, so he desperately wanted them to
come to our house; and that he hoped to become friends with Johnny through their visit, and so
on...
Just as my husband was rambling on and on, I suddenly felt that
his short penis, which was thrusting in and out of my wet, secluded vagina, was noticeably harder and larger than usual...
What was going on?
Why did my husband seem indifferent when he clearly sensed that I was being used against me?
Why did he object to my strong refusal? Why did he
not only have no suspicion about Fangfang and Johnny's secret visit, but instead seem so eager and lustful?
Did my husband and Fangfang also have an affair? Did my
husband ? Did my husband already know about my sordid affair with Johnny,
but was he using me as a bargaining chip to satisfy his own filthy desires, allowing other men
to do whatever they wanted ? Could my husband really allow his beautiful,
charming wife, with her well-maintained, voluptuous, and sexy white flesh, to be pinned down by another man
, moaning and groaning? I couldn't understand it; I was utterly confused…
After reluctantly agreeing to Fangfang and Johnny's visit, I felt immense regret and fear. I
had even considered having my husband refuse Fangfang and Johnny's invitation to our home, and I had hoped he could
stop Johnny from further toying with and raping me. However, instead of stopping
Johnny's filthy, black toes from shamelessly ravaging and trampling my clean, white vulva,
he revealed his lustful nature in the face of Fangfang's beauty.
When I saw the lustful look in my husband's eyes as he used obscene language to seduce Fangfang, and
the coy, alluring expression on Fangfang's flushed face, I couldn't help but imagine, with a pang of jealousy, what my husband was really thinking.
The short, stubby pubic hair that women would disdain was now throbbing restlessly in my crotch. Recalling
the night we made love, and my husband's frenzied lust when he learned Fangfang was coming to my house that day, a surge of malice
rose within me.
Therefore, when my husband and Fangfang flirted and teased each other without regard for others; when Fangfang's seductive glances made my
husband lose control of his arousal; when Fangfang's husband secretly slipped his long toes
under the table into my private, forbidden zone; when Johnny's filthy, sour-smelling toes forcefully parted my
thick, red labia and thrust rapidly into my dripping, wet vulva; I not only didn't flinch,
but instead used my hand to pull aside the obstructive thread in my sexy thong, my lower body protruding forward, making
the lewd me bloom like a flower, constantly flowing with nectar. He ravaged and humiliated my tender, delicate vulva; he
even willingly allowed this man to kiss my trembling clitoris deeper and deeper with his filthy
toes ...
On the kitchen counter, I lay limp like a plump, white lamb, my large, fleshy
buttocks raised high, facing Johnny's lewd, ugly face; the pale pink in my cleft was already soaked with my
gushing love fluid; the teeth marks covering my two high, plump breasts made my
two large, protruding nipples, which Johnny was biting and playing with, look more like two crystal-clear, fresh strawberries, pitiful and endearing.
At this moment, Johnny's broad nose and blood-red tongue had given up
licking and sucking my tender vulva, which was soaked with a mixture of saliva and love fluid. He changed his methods of raping me, using a filthy,
black hand to smear the sticky love juice flowing from my limp, lust-fueled
vulva onto my tender, delicate anus…
“Johnny, no… don’t touch me there. Nobody has ever touched me there before! No…
Johnny , oh, please.”
I began to feel afraid. Although I had been somewhat out of control by Johnny’s ministrations, and one could even say that I had intentionally
given up resisting and allowed Johnny to do whatever he wanted with my beautiful body, his current
attack on a place even my husband had never touched was causing my snow-white, plump body to stir again
… But this beast Johnny had no mercy; he was already
captivated by my well-maintained, voluptuous body that drove men mad. When he saw me stripped naked and
lying on the counter like a plump lamb he had hunted, his huge eyes flashed with a familiar yet
frightening green light, like the greedy and shameless nature of a wolf.
"Sasha, you filthy bitch. From today onwards, you're my woman. I don't care if you
have a husband or not, I'm going to devour every inch of your flesh, I'm going to play with every hole in your body.
Fuck you, your body is so voluptuous, no wonder my
dick got hard the moment I saw your flesh at the wedding. That filthy bitch Fangfang kept telling me you weren't as sexy as her, fuck
you , when I saw those old photos of you and Fangfang in her room, I
fucking fucking treated Fangfang as you and fucked her three times."
Johnny yelled at me, ignoring my desperate struggles, grabbing my plump buttocks and shoving
his nearly 25-centimeter-long thick middle finger into my already wet but never-before-penetrated
tender asshole... "Oh...no, Johnny, don't touch there. Oh, it hurts...it hurts so much!
Oh, Johnny, please...I beg you..."
I was being tortured to the point of death by Johnny's lewdness. The pain that surged from my anus, and
the urge to urinate from it, made my moans and pleas for mercy turn into cries of anguish…
Oh, my dear husband, where are you right now? Don't you know that your beautiful, voluptuous
wife is being shamelessly and depraved by another man's husband? Didn't you hear
my screams from the kitchen as Johnny played with me until I lost control of my bladder? Even if you are a seemingly virtuous gentleman, you shouldn't stand by and let another
man treat and humiliate me like this! Where are you? Why won't you come to save me?!
Suddenly, I violently resisted, desperately calling out my husband's name. I tried
to awaken him, who was probably already deeply immersed in lust, with my resistance and cries; I hoped that my
husband would rush into the kitchen to save me, to protect me. However, there was no sound from the living room;
the hurried footsteps I longed for never reached my ears.
"You filthy bitch, you fucking want your husband to save you? Let me tell you, he's too
busy . His little cock, fucking, it's probably already inside Fangfang's cunt.
You filthy bitch, you should think about yourself, I'll fuck your mother."
Johnny used his wolfish teeth to bite into my tender white flesh covered in thick fat, while continuing to
thrust and scrape my rectum with his fingers, all the while roaring viciously.
I was utterly disappointed. My husband must have used my voluptuous body, which had brought him so much pleasure, as a bargaining
chip, and right now, he was probably kneeling on Fangfang's dripping cunt, diligently licking and sucking
, because his useless short penis certainly wouldn't let Fangfang linger.
Husband, you hypocrite! You big idiot! Even if you want a change of pace, you can't just hand me over to other men like
an object, especially
to a lecherous bastard like Johnny who specializes in playing with women! Haven't you had enough of my tender, luscious flesh? Whether you and Fangfang are having an affair,
I don't want to confirm or interfere, but can you satisfy a woman like Fangfang, who has seen it all? Perhaps
, in exchange, Fangfang has also become a sacrifice to her husband, but would she be as gentle and attentive as my wife
to you right now?
Husband, it's precisely because I am your wife that I don't despise that useless thing in your crotch
! It's precisely because I am your wife that I allow you to do whatever you want with me! Yet you, you
useless fool, have been bewitched by Fangfang's beauty, offering your plump, beautiful wife to Johnny, that lecherous bastard who
raped me to the point of incontinence, to be played with. Don't you feel any resentment? ...
A surge of resentment rose from the depths of my heart, and I was utterly desperate. The fierce resistance I had just endured had left me completely
exhausted ; the thought that my usually meticulously maintained, incredibly sexy body had been treated like an animal by Johnny, without any emotion, filled me with despair.
My husband, to satisfy his own lust, betrayed me, and my naked, snow-white
body instantly went limp on the counter like a lump of meat. Helpless, aggrieved
tears began to stream from my eyes…
“Johnny, oh…Johnny, please let me go. From today onwards, my body belongs entirely to you
. Oh…Johnny, please let me go. Can you take your fingers out of my anus now? From
now on, you can play with Sasha’s white flesh to your heart’s content. I really haven’t gotten used to you
putting your fingers in my anus yet, oh…it hurts! Johnny, please let me go today. After you’ve slowly trained me,
you can play with all three holes in my body as you please, okay? Oh…Johnny, I beg you…I beg you
.”
Amidst my sobs, I suddenly mustered my courage and groaned as I spoke
my , because I didn’t want to become a heartless female animal to be manipulated.
Johnny seemed to pause for a moment. He looked up at me, his ugly face,
distorted , and suddenly a rare smile appeared on his large face, though it
still looked terrifying to me.
"Alright then, since you're not used to me playing with you like this, I'll play with your hole later. Fuck you
, then come here and suck my cock. Damn, my cock is so hard I'm about to cum."
Johnny finally gave up his ravaging of my tender anus. He pulled his fingers out of my anus, and
my rectum, which had been swollen and painful, felt a sudden relief. Johnny stood up, grabbed my sweat-drenched
long hair , and while unbuttoning his pants, dragged my head toward his crotch.
I didn't expect Johnny to actually agree to my pleas and let me go. I think maybe he had considered that
if he continued to treat me so roughly, I would definitely feel disgusted and fight back desperately. If
I were to truly develop feelings of disgust, it would hinder his long-term physical possession of me.
I think this lecherous man who has toyed with countless women surely understands this.
Sure enough, when my two delicate little hands grasped Johnny's large, black, shiny, erect
penis, which reeked of a strong, sour body odor, and brought it to my small, fleshy mouth, Johnny actually used the very fingers
that had just . As his large, egg-sized,
blood-red glans slowly entered my narrow mouth, Johnny, this savage
black gorilla released his grip on my hair and collapsed like a colossal tower
onto the counter where he had just violated me… One of his large hands began to tenderly caress my two
large breasts, which were marked with teeth marks from his biting, while the other hand gently kneaded my erect, plump clitoris…
Being caressed so gently by this lecherous wolf who had just shamelessly raped me filled me with both
fear and relief. I was afraid that Johnny's actions were just a momentary lapse of judgment, and whether he
would Johnny still had a gentle side, just
like his caresses now. What woman who liked him wouldn't want to lie beneath him?
For a gentle woman like me, what I liked was a man's size, not his
roughness . If Johnny had treated me like this from the beginning, I definitely would have developed feelings for him, and I would have been
irresistibly drawn to this man's arms, which reeked of his strong body odor. Even though I have a husband, even though he's my
friend's husband, I would have fallen head over heels for this beast. Because only his seduction and manipulation
could allow the desires hidden deep within my heart to be endlessly released and sublimated.
"Ah...ah, Sasha, my darling, you're sucking me so well. Oh, you filthy bitch, I'm going to
cum, ah!"
With Johnny's roar, a huge amount of semen suddenly gushed out from the large glans inserted deep into my throat,
instantly choking me and causing me to cough violently. As I struggled to swallow,
most of the foul-smelling semen lingered in my esophagus.
I extended a fleshy finger and gently scraped away the remaining semen dripping from the corner of my mouth, then lasciviously
brought it to my lips… Seeing this gushing scene, Johnny abruptly rolled over and slammed me onto
the kitchen floor, his large, strong body pressing heavily against my plump, white flesh. He stroked my
still erect and long penis, which had just ejaculated, stimulating my swollen, engorged clitoris,
then slowly thrust deeper into my already engorged and open vulva…
“Oh… Johnny, you beast… your thing is so big, you’ve gone all the way into my uterus!
Oh… Johnny, you pervert… oh… you’re going to rupture my uterus! Oh… oh… I… I want… I… love you!” My entire body trembled from Johnny’s lewdness, and I cried out
incoherently . The feeling of being filled by Johnny’s thick, fleshy genitals was something I had never experienced before. My husband's short and weak penis forced him to rely on a plastic penis to touch my deep-seated desire to be bitten by his glans , thus satisfying the intense craving of my narrow, winding vagina for a man's penis. But a plastic penis is just an inanimate object; how could it compare to the vibrant life of Johnny's hot, enormous member? Johnny's enormous penis, which made me jealous and maddened, not only satisfied my physical needs but also allowed me to realize my beautiful fantasies during masturbation. Therefore, when Johnny's huge glans deeply embedded itself in my tightly gripping cervix, my two fair and plump thighs couldn't help but wrap their lascivious legs tightly around Johnny's sweaty, thick waist in a wanton manner... Johnny's dark, shiny, thick, and long penis, like a baseball bat, thrust up and down in my tender and moist vagina; and inside my vagina, which began to convulse from the stimulation, the engorged and swollen inner walls of tried to organize layers of fleshy folds to resist the invasion of the enemy. But how could layers upon layers of soft flesh withstand the humiliation of a scalding behemoth? How could a delicate flower endure the onslaught of a storm? On the contrary, the weak resistance only fueled the enemy's intense pleasure in wanting to possess and humiliate her even more. Sure enough, not long after, when the enormous glans, tightly wrapped by the burning soft flesh within my vagina, ejaculated a large amount of semen again, my empty, hungry uterus convulsed from the impact of the scalding sperm.

This forced me to scream loudly and without restraint: "Oh...oh...I want...Johnny, I want more!
I want...I'm going to die..."
Johnny suddenly extended his thick lips and sucked my panting, fleshy mouth
into his mouth. Having reached the peak of lust from his earlier rapid and intense thrusting, I
slumped limply beneath Johnny, as if suffocating. The lingering pleasure from deep within my honeypot made me feel like I was dying of ecstasy...
"Sasha, you bitch, how the hell are you so horny? So much hot, so much juice in
your it's so fucking tight, I can't hold back anymore. I'm going to fuck you again, you
slut."
Johnny's penis, after ejaculating, didn't come out; it remained inside my reddened, soft vulva. Although it wasn't
as grotesque as before, it was still as large and thick as ever. Johnny pressed down on me, his head bowed as he
smeared his saliva on my two plump, strawberry-like nipples, cursing with lingering pleasure.
I felt a swelling in my abdomen. Johnny's powerful ejaculation had poured every last drop
into my small uterus. I wanted to push Johnny away and get up to relieve myself, but the exhaustion after the intense intercourse prevented me
from moving. However, as Johnny's penis slightly shrank and loosened,
the semen along with the copious amount of my own vaginal fluid,
slowly trickled down Johnny's massive black penis from my soft vulva, soaking the kitchen floor beneath my plump buttocks. This lewd sensation
felt so lascivious and pleasurable that I was too lazy to get up...
Johnny and I remained overlapping, one above the other, one black and one white. Although I
felt . But Johnny had numbed me mentally, making me feel like I was already his woman
, and my gentle nature began to resurface. I preferred to lie on the damp kitchen floor while
Johnny comfortably slept on my warm, fragrant belly...
As I teasingly stretched out my small, aching hand, which Johnny had just pressed, and tenderly stroked his
thick chest hair, I felt the enormous thing inside my soft, fleshy vulva begin to swell again. Looking at
Johnny's ugly, dark purple face, his lust gradually rising, I couldn't help but suddenly recall
the scene at Fangfang and Johnny's wedding, where Johnny shamelessly played with me...

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