My husband makes me fantasize about my best friend's father...

My husband and I met in 2012, more than five years ago now. I liked him instantly the first time I saw him. He's incredibly talented, erudite, elegant in speech, and has a very sunny and approachable personality.
Since this is a forum, I won't discuss anything else, just sex!
Our first time happened in his office. The room wasn't big, but it was stylish and clean. That day after lunch, I sat on the fabric sofa against the wall, and he sat beside me, gently cupping my face in his hands, and then his passionate lips kissed me deeply… For a long time, we frantically undressed each other. What impressed me most was that he actually tore open his buttoned shirt… Soon we were completely naked. He stood before me, his enormous member proudly erect, as if defying me. My uncontrollable love juices had already gushed out. He eagerly hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, then half-lay on top of me, thrusting violently. I cried out beneath him, lost in ecstasy. We didn't sleep a wink all night, and I don't remember how many times we did it…
I'm not used to describing things like this, but I'm writing it down because I want to tell myself that my husband and I have a harmonious sex life. But I don't know why my husband always tries to change things…
We got married at the end of 2015. I've always felt so happy to have married him. He loves me dearly, just like he always says, to love your wife like you love your daughter. After we got married, I really became a little woman; I didn't need to worry about anything, my husband would always take care of everything perfectly. But what I couldn't understand was that one night, a few months after our marriage, my husband asked me if I had any sexual fantasies while we were making love. I instinctively said no. My husband said, "Honey, it's okay. I hope we can be honest about our sex life, and not hide anything from each other. If you tell me, I won't blame you or laugh at you." Seeing his sincerity, I said, "Let me think about it." My husband was gently thrusting in and out of me, as if he didn't want to disturb my memories. My thoughts drifted back to the years before I met him. To be honest, before I met him, when I was single, I masturbated, but very rarely. I didn't go out of my way to buy any sex toys; I just used my hand to touch myself. While masturbating, I fantasized about my elementary school teacher, a very tall man; I also fantasized about my best friend's father, an uncle who had always been very kind to me, a very charming and cultured man. There were other people too, but none were as vivid in my memory. After thinking for a moment, I nervously told my husband about my fantasies. Honestly, I was afraid he would be angry, but I didn't want to hide them. When I finished, I saw that my husband's expression didn't change. He listened easily and then teased me, saying, "Hmm, you have some really unique tastes, fantasizing about old men, haha." I blushed instantly and bit his arm hard, but his thick skin didn't hurt at all. Instead, he thrust fiercely and powerfully, like a ferocious lion and me a lamb to the slaughter…
Perhaps my past fantasies added some spice to this sex, I could feel my husband's unusual excitement and ferocity, and I felt he ejaculated a lot, hot and sticky. Finally, he collapsed on top of me, and I couldn't help but hug him tightly. My husband was breathing heavily in my ear…
From then on, every time we made love, my husband would ask me about my fantasies, making me tell him what I had imagined. So much time had passed, how could I remember? Finally, my husband changed his approach, making me imagine that someone else was having sex with me. Hearing my husband say this, I cried, I was extremely heartbroken. I knew my husband was tired of me, otherwise why would he do this? Every man cannot tolerate his woman being ambiguous with others, why did my husband do this! Seeing me crying so hard, my husband rolled over and got off to comfort me, kissing me and wiping away my tears. Once I stopped crying, he got up, poured a glass of wine, sat at the foot of the bed, took my hand, and said, "Baby, I've told you about my past. Years ago, I was a womanizer, with countless women. To be honest, I don't feel much for sex anymore. Just simple thrusting, piston-like movements, is very boring to me. But don't overthink it, baby. It has nothing to do with love. I love you, I love everything about you, and that will never change. It's only related to my past, not to love. That day, I accidentally learned about your sexual fantasies, which rekindled my old passion and made me very excited, so I wanted to try more. But if you don't want that, it's okay. We can go back to how things were before." (That's the gist of what my husband said.) Although I was very unhappy, I still listened to him finish. After he finished, I looked at the man I loved so deeply and felt a pang of heartache. I knew what my husband's past was like. He grew up in the North, known for his loyalty and generosity, surrounded by countless brothers and women. Women cleaned his house, washed and ironed his clothes, and since he couldn't cook, many of his female friends took turns coming to his house to cook fish and meat for him. Some women even sought no recognition from him, and one beautiful woman attempted suicide for him but survived. But after meeting me, he came to a foreign land alone, changed his ways, became celibate, avoided women, made no friends, and spent his days gardening and reading, much like a monk. I asked him, "What do you do when women pursue you?" My husband laughed and replied, "I'm tired of all that!" Thinking of my husband's past, I could understand his newfound interest in sex. Once I understood, I felt at peace. I nestled in his arms, looking into his gentle eyes, and said, "I can fantasize about you, but you can't despise me." My husband laughed and said, "Of course not, I'll fuck you until you die." Then he mounted me and resumed the battle.
So, I started indulging my husband's little hobby. For the past two years, besides fantasizing about my best friend's father, my childhood teacher, my brother, colleagues, neighbors, his best friend, and even my ex-boyfriend, I've fantasized
about various characters. My husband gets incredibly excited by this, even begging me to stop, saying, "Okay, okay, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore!" Haha. My husband has an extremely rich imagination; he can create all sorts of fantastical scenarios based on the characters I imagine. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I even feel a sense of disorientation, as if it's all happening in real life.
For example, he asked me to fantasize about a colleague. As I fantasized, he described it: the colleague came to our house to fix our computer, and we prepared a very lavish meal to thank him. I was wearing soft white floral pajamas, sitting next to my husband. We drank, chatted, and played fun games. After a few rounds of drinks, when my husband was slightly drunk, he started kissing and touching me in front of his colleague, and I naturally smiled shyly and playfully scolded him. Then, my husband, emboldened by alcohol, would ask my colleague questions like, "Are my breasts big?" or "Are they fair?" My naive colleague, I imagine, would be completely incoherent by then! Next, he'd ask if my colleague wanted us to have sex in front of him. My colleague would inevitably refuse awkwardly, but my husband's silver tongue and his control over the table would surely make the guy succumb. He'd make him down a glass of strong liquor before he'd show me. Finally, my husband would roughly pull down my pajama bottoms, revealing my snow-white, plump buttocks, while he shamelessly thrust into me from behind. My colleague, bewildered at the table, would stare at me with bloodshot, greedy eyes… Finally, my husband would answer a phone call halfway through and go downstairs, and then my colleague and I would naturally have sex…
All of this is a fantasy of my husband, the love of my life. As you can see, the story is plausible and the plot is crystal clear. My husband described all of this while he was having sex with me. My lovely husband is truly a genius. To accommodate my husband, I've fantasized about countless people and experienced countless fantastical and bizarre sexual encounters over the past two years. Frankly, most of the time, I enjoyed it too; it was truly exciting. Not only my husband, but I myself was also immersed in these almost realistic scenarios, unable to extricate myself, repeatedly losing control and becoming infatuated in my fantasies.
If I have time, I might continue to share my husband's and my story. To be continued…

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