All I have to do is to give my wife a gift, a gift that will make her truly happy and remember for life.
But what I have to do is turn her into a lewd woman, and I am just a little worried that this process will likely completely ruin our happy 25 years of marriage.
My wife Connie and I are college classmates, and we got married as soon as we graduated.
In the past 25 years, she has made me the happiest and happiest man. She has always loved me, cared for me and supported me very much. She is my most caring lover and best friend, so I really want to do something for her and show her how much I like and love her.
The gift I want to give her is not an ordinary gift.
I love her so much that I can completely lose myself and not have self-esteem. I want to give her what she always wanted, but I can never satisfy her.
I'm going to give it to her another man.
More specifically, I'm going to give her a man with a super large penis.
Connie and I have had a really good sex life.
Of course, as marriage life continues, our sex life also goes from doing it every night at the beginning (sometimes do it two or three times a night), at least six nights a week, to doing it five nights a week, and then four nights, but we still know that we have sex four nights a week, and basically have sex more than once a night.
Sometimes we wouldn't have sex for a whole week and then have sex seven or eight times over the two days of the weekend.
No matter what, our sex life is very harmonious.
Watching porn movies, etc. is a great way to keep us passionate in sex in life.
In the early hours of our marriage, we went to a party on the weekend and watched their porn movies on TV in the basement.
To be honest, I had hardly seen anything like that before I got married, and we were so excited to see such a wild sex movie.
So, after we got home, we had sex all night, practiced all the scenes we saw in the movie, and continued until the next day during the day.
We made love using various positions and angles we learned from the movie, and we also tried anal sex for the first time.
Connie found that she likes anal sex very much, so this way of sex has become an indispensable part of us every time.
Since then, we have also rented various pornographic movies and watched them, at least one movie every week, and then tried various sex-making methods and poses we saw in the movie.
I know many people think those movies are the same, but Connie and I often find new things from them.
There is one thing that will never change in these pornographic movies, that is, the men in the movie all have an oversized penis.
In fact, maybe these movies are telling men that if you want to be a male actor in a porn movie, you must have a super large penis larger than ordinary people.
I was a member of the school team in high school and later served in the army, which gave me a lot of opportunities to bathe with other men in the public bathroom. I found that the size of my penis was just the same.
I've seen some big penis and some super small dicks, but most people's penis are about 6 inches like mine.
Although I can often satisfy Connie, I rarely fuck her to orgasm directly.
After watching porn movies, she also knew that there was such a big dick in this world.
Every time I watch a movie like this, Connie will suddenly scream like this: My God Ah, look at the size of that thing.How could she stand such a big guy Ah!
Once, when I asked her what kind of Christmas gift she needed, she smiled and said: It would be Peter North (a famous American A-movie male star, known for her huge penis and super long sexual time Translator's note)
I had no choice but to buy her a Jeff Srick card giant dildo as a replacement.
A few days later, I saw an advertisement in a men's magazine selling porn star dildos that were the same as life-sized ones, and I ordered all 16 male porn star dildos for Connie as a gift for her Christmas and birthday.
Give her one for every Christmas and every birthday until it is finished.
Whenever she receives one, she will say: Tell you, one day I will ask you to give me a real one!
Over the past few years, I have bought Connie a lot of huge sized dildos and whenever she receives a gift like me, she always jokes about being real.
Although it was a joke, I knew in my heart that she had always been curious about the huge penis of real men and was very eager to enjoy a real huge penis, not just those sex toys without life and temperature.
We have lived together for 25 years and I decided to give her this experience.
I made this advice to her a month before our wedding anniversary.
I told her that I would find a man with a huge penis for her and let her experience it.
She hugged me very excitedly, thanking me for loving her so much, thanking me for everything I did for her, and even doing such things for her regardless of the dignity of a man.
But, despite my great curiosity, I can't do it.
She said seriously.
Why not?
Because I can't do that kind of thing with people I know, and I don't want to do that kind of thing with people I don't know.Thank you very much, my lover, I will continue to enjoy sex with you, you haven't let me down yet.
Thinking about Connie's right, I didn't say anything again.
A few days later, I rented another A-movie, which rekindled my idea of finding another man for Connie.
While watching the newly rented A-movie, Connie looked very excited when she saw the huge penis in the film. She took out the dildo of the male star I bought for her and fucked it in her vagina.
Seeing her behavior like this, I once again strengthened my determination to find another man for her.
In order to increase our interest in sexual life, we often play mildly binding and abusive sex games. In the game, sometimes I am the abused party, and sometimes she is the same party.
I decided to take advantage of the opportunity to play such a game and give her my gift.
I am a member of a fitness club and met a few nice guys at the club and I know they should be able to help me fulfill my wish.
Among these men, one is my friend whom I can talk about, named Stan, and I decided to ask him to help me first.
When I mustered up the courage to tell him what I thought, he did not look surprised, but instead laughed happily, as if I was not the first person to make such a request to him.
He immediately agreed to my request and carefully discussed the details of the whole matter with me.
We agreed that one night, while Connie was busy making dinner in the kitchen, I quietly took him into our bedroom and asked him to wait there, and before we entered the bedroom, he would hide in the closet and not let Connie see him.
Then, I would play a bundled and abusive sex game with Connie, put her eye mask on her back, handcuffed her hands on her back, and let her kneel on the bed with her butt sticking out, and I started having sex with her.
When she started moaning, he quietly came out of the closet and applied some lubricant to his big cock. As soon as I pulled it out of Connie's body, he immediately inserted it.
During this time, he didn't want to talk to me, and I didn't take off Connie's eye mask.
The time we agreed was coming soon.
Connie was kneeling beside the bed naked, with her butt sticking out, and I slowly fucked her from behind.
Before I inserted her, I took turns playing with her with a few dildos of different thicknesses for a while.
Now, those dildos that had raped her were placed on the bed beside her.
I continued to thrust in her body, and Connie began to moan: Oh, baby, oh, fuck me, it's so good, so comfortable.
At this moment, I saw Stan coming out of the closet, standing behind me, his 11-inch-long penis was fully prepared.
I nodded at him and signaled that he would take over my position.
Then, I pulled my penis out of Connie's body, and Connie quickly said: Don't quit, baby, I want you Ah.
Stan moved behind her, slowly inserted his penis in, and then gently thrust back and forth.
Oh, baby, which guy Ah are you using?
Connie asked, thinking that after I stepped out, I took a dildo and inserted it into her body.
Oh, God Ah, baby, so good, okay, okay, okay, oh, so comfortable...
Connie moaned loudly.
Stan was so fucked with pride that he reached out to hold Connie's hips, and pressed her lower abdomen hard against her butt.
Connie suddenly realized that the dick that was fucking her was not a dildo, and she couldn't help but scream: Oh, God Ah, baby, what are you doing?What happened, baby?Oh, God Ah, Jesus Ah, it's so comfortable, so comfortable, don't stop Ah, please, don't stop, fuck me hard, fuck me hard, me hard...
She screamed and reached orgasm.
Stan continued to rape her at a very stable rhythm. The speed of thrusting was neither too fast nor too slow. Such continuous and powerful stimulation made Connie's orgasm one after another, her body trembled, and her moans continued one after another. The whole room was filled with fucking me fucking me fucking me fucking me fucking me, oh my god Ah, don't stop and stop...
cries.
Amid Connie's crazy moans and cries, Stan fucked harder and harder, giving Connie another orgasm experience I've ever seen.
After Connie's orgasm broke out this time, Stan gradually slowed down his fucking movement and finally stopped slowly.
Connie's moans stopped, her head buried in the pillow, muttering softly: Oh oh oh my God Ah...
Stan looked back at me and asked me with his eyes: What should I do next?
To be honest, I didn't really think about how to end up next, but it was obvious that Connie enjoyed this way of sex so I decided to let things go.
I reached out and pointed at Connie who was lying on the bed, and signaled Stan to fuck her mouth.
Stan nodded, moved his body to Connie's head, knelt down on her body, holding his hard cock in his hand against her lips.
Connie opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue to lick the thick and round glans, and then licked and sucked it around her penis, as if she was measuring the size of her penis with her lips and tongue.
Then she moaned softly and put the thick cock in her mouth.
That night, Stan raped Connie three times before quietly leaving the bedroom.
I waited until his car left the driveway outside my house before I removed the blindfold covering Connie's eyes and the handcuffs that clutched her hands.
Connie stared at me and asked: God Ah, it's so comfortable, baby, who is that person?
I smiled and said to her: Just know that it is the best gift I gave you, no matter who he is!
Then I climbed onto the bed, hugged her tightly, and fell asleep quickly.
Of course, this is not the end of the whole story.
In the next few days, Connie always wanted to find out who her mysterious lover was, but I didn't want to tell her.
Finally, I said to her: Why do you have to know?Do you want to call him and ask him to fuck you again?
She lowered her head and said embarrassedly yes.
I looked at her for a few seconds, and then told her, let me see if I could help her have another appointment with that person.
That afternoon, I called Stan and asked if he would like to come to my house again.
He said no problem.
The problem now is that he has fucked Connie and she doesn't know who he is.
I asked him if he had time the next night, and he said there were.
After get off work that day, I went to a sex shop on the way home, rented a video tape of A-film, and bought a leather closed head cover, which could be put off the head, clasped on the neck, leaving only an opening on the mouth.
After getting home, I handed Connie the leather hood and said: He will come to home tomorrow night, but he wants you to wear this.He doesn't want you to know who he is (actually I don't want her to know). Because you know him, he hopes to avoid the embarrassment of face-to-face, and hopes that he can get along better when meeting again in the future.
After dinner, Connie and I immediately went to bed. The passion we had for sex that night was the strongest time in many years. Connie even asked me not to go to work the next day and kept having sex with her.
The next day, I stayed with her at home and had sex with her.
However, at around 3 pm, she pushed me away and said: Forget it, stop doing it, I want you to keep some strength and wait until he leaves before talking.
At 7 p.m., Stan walked into our bedroom and saw Connie lying on the bed naked in a large shape.
She wore a headband that covered her eyes, but she didn't wear handcuffs because I wanted Connie to have a greater initiative to pursue the greater enjoyment she wanted.
It was a long night.
Stan fucked Connie four times, and she used her mouth twice to help Stan recover from her extreme fatigue, and penetrated her body hard again.
Finally, Stan could no longer fuck him. He wanted to get up and put on his clothes. Connie pulled him and asked: Baby Ah, how about you fuck my ass next time?
next time?
Do you have to keep giving her such gifts?
At this time, I began to seriously consider whether it was time to end the game for the first time.
I turned to look at Stan and he told me he was fine with his lips.
I spent a minute thinking about the feasibility of things, and then said: Didn’t you feel uncomfortable when I fucked your asshole before?I know that after entering, the discomfort will slowly disappear, but if he wants to fuck your ass, it will not only be uncomfortable, it will make you very painful because his penis is too big.
I know Ah, baby, but I still want to give it a try.
I turned to look at Stan, who was still waiting for my decision, so I asked him: How is Friday?
He nodded, and I said: OK, it's scheduled for Friday.
After Stan left, as soon as I took off Connie's hood, she immediately rushed over and hugged me and kissed me enthusiastically.
Then, she let go of me and said curiously: I think, in this world, there is no longer another man who loves his wife like you love me, and will let his wife be fucked by other men like this!
As she said that, she pulled me to have sex with her.
I think Friday should be the beginning of her complete depravity.That day, before I put on her head cover, she told me that she wanted to try something we never did.
I want to try playing 3P tonight, would I want you to join too?Please, for me, you agree to join, okay?
I agreed to her request, and, I have to say, I like Connie, like that.
Stan walked into my bedroom from 7pm and stayed until 2:30am before leaving, and Connie asked us to do everything on her.
She even sat and moved my penis with her vagina while letting Stan fuck her anus from behind.
When Stan's penis rubbed against my penis through a thin diaphragm, the strange stimulation was really indescribable.
Connie cried and moaned almost like crazy under the stimulation of our two penis inserted into her body at the same time.
After Stan left, Connie and I fucked twice before going to bed.
The next morning, Connie woke me up from her sleep by sucking my cock, and on the next Saturday and Sunday, she almost fucked me to death.
On Sunday night, Connie asked me: Can we continue to play 3P?Please, baby, I still want to play, can I promise me?
Over the next two months, Stan and I tried our best to meet Connie's sexual requirements, playing 3P twice a week on average.
And every night after playing 3P, Connie always pestered me to make love constantly, which made me almost unable to bear it.
Gradually, I found that it was not just that she had to pester me after playing 3P, but that she had to pester me almost all the time.
One night, I asked her why she had such a great sexual desire now, and she replied that she didn't know, but she felt that the more she had sex, the more she liked having sex.
What's wrong?Are you tired of me?
She asked me.
No, I am not tired of you at all, but I am worried that I will become less and less able to satisfy you in the future.
She giggled and said: If you really can't satisfy me, then we can let my mysterious lover come Ah a few more times.
I thought to myself, if this is the case, we would have to let Stan participate more.
Two weeks later, I found that gifts like Connie had serious consequences that were counterproductive.
It was Sunday. I was sitting in a partition in the locker room of the fitness club to change my clothes when I heard someone coming in and said: Do we have to continue tomorrow?
Although I couldn't see him behind the gap, I could hear his voice. It was Ron, a friend of mine.
At this time, another friend of mine sounded: It's Ah, I have made arrangements for tomorrow afternoon's event.Now I just hope to find some reason to make Connie come out at night and I really look forward to spending hours with her.
Then they talked for a while, mainly about what they did to Connie and what they were going to do to Connie tomorrow.
After they left, I sat there thinking, is Connie they are talking about my wife?
No!
Absolutely impossible!
They must be talking about another Connie we know.
But, among the women we know, is there another one named Connie?
I really wanted to figure out this, so the next day I parked my car on the street not far from my house and sat inside to observe the movements of my house.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, I still didn't notice any abnormalities. I thought there would be nothing wrong, so I was about to drive away.
Just then, I saw Ron's car driving into the driveway in front of my house, and two minutes later, a Honda Accord was parked behind his car.
The two men got out of the car and walked into my house together.
I decided to keep waiting there.I know they have to leave by at least 4:45 pm so that Connie can have time to clean up the house before I get home at 5 pm.
I guessed it was true that they walked out of the house at 4:45, and two minutes after they left, I drove the car into the driveway in front of my house.
After entering the room, I went straight upstairs and into the bedroom.
Connie was tidying up the bed with her back to the bedroom door, and the room was in a mess, as if there had just been a war.
Connie was wearing a pair of high stockings, and her thighs were covered with traces of semen.
Just as she was about to remove the sheets from the bed, I said: Do you want to hide evidence from me?
Connie turned around and was surprised to find that I was standing behind her.
Her face was pale, and she was frozen there like a deer shining by a headlight.
From the position she stood, I could see her messy pubic hair, covered with semen.
This kind of scene makes me feel very exciting.
I really wanted to press her down on the bed immediately and fuck her hard, but I restrained myself and didn't do that.
I was angry, I was frustrated, but the reason for my anger and frustration was not what people thought.
I was angry not because she was having sex with other men, but because she didn't let me share this process.
I turned around and went downstairs angrily.
About half an hour later, she also went downstairs and walked into the living room, where I was sitting there, boredly changing the TV channel.
She was already wearing her pajamas, but still wearing her semen-sticked stockings.
She sat on the other end of the sofa and said: Are you crazy?
I turned around and looked at her, surprised that she actually asked such a question, am I crazy?Oh, my God Ah!Of course, of course I'm going crazy!
Without any remorse, she replied: Well, isn’t this the fucking fault?
I said in surprise: My fault?Damn, it’s my fault that you and my two friends are having sex?
If you don't tell me who the mysterious man is, I have to find him by myself.You said I knew him, so I looked for him from our acquaintances.If you told me early on who that man was, I wouldn't have to have sex with 11 men in a row for the past six weeks to determine who that mysterious man was.
I looked at her in shock and couldn't even believe her words, 11...my 11 friends?
Yes, but I still haven't found him.
As she said that, she laughed. Of course, I don’t care if I can find him now.
I could only sit there and keep shaking my head, and all my 11 friends fucked my wife on my back.
I couldn't help asking: What did you do?Let them line up and stand in front of you, let them take out their dicks, will you measure their size?Or, did you invite them to gang rape you?
Don't be stupid, I only ask one of them at a time.
But why did you get the two of you together today?
Oh, you know?Because I thought you would go home early today, I was afraid that there would not be enough time, so I let them come together.
I told her what I heard yesterday and how to park my car nearby and wait to see what would happen.
I asked the two of them to come together because all the men except you are bastards! After all those guys fucked me separately, they thought about fucking me together. Two came today, three came last Friday, and I was even gang-raped by five men last Tuesday.
This is really too much!I stood up, grabbed my coat, and walked towards the door.
Where are you going?
go out!
Why do you want to do this?It’s better if you bring the man to my house first to fuck me.Is there any difference between him and others?
I looked back at her and said: The difference is, Connie, when I brought Stan home, we shared this experience together.But you are fucking with other men on my back.This is the difference.If you don't understand this difference, I can only say sorry.
That night, I spent the night in a motel.I don't know what will happen tomorrow, but I can't see any better chance to handle my relationship with my wife.
But what I have to do is turn her into a lewd woman, and I am just a little worried that this process will likely completely ruin our happy 25 years of marriage.
My wife Connie and I are college classmates, and we got married as soon as we graduated.
In the past 25 years, she has made me the happiest and happiest man. She has always loved me, cared for me and supported me very much. She is my most caring lover and best friend, so I really want to do something for her and show her how much I like and love her.
The gift I want to give her is not an ordinary gift.
I love her so much that I can completely lose myself and not have self-esteem. I want to give her what she always wanted, but I can never satisfy her.
I'm going to give it to her another man.
More specifically, I'm going to give her a man with a super large penis.
Connie and I have had a really good sex life.
Of course, as marriage life continues, our sex life also goes from doing it every night at the beginning (sometimes do it two or three times a night), at least six nights a week, to doing it five nights a week, and then four nights, but we still know that we have sex four nights a week, and basically have sex more than once a night.
Sometimes we wouldn't have sex for a whole week and then have sex seven or eight times over the two days of the weekend.
No matter what, our sex life is very harmonious.
Watching porn movies, etc. is a great way to keep us passionate in sex in life.
In the early hours of our marriage, we went to a party on the weekend and watched their porn movies on TV in the basement.
To be honest, I had hardly seen anything like that before I got married, and we were so excited to see such a wild sex movie.
So, after we got home, we had sex all night, practiced all the scenes we saw in the movie, and continued until the next day during the day.
We made love using various positions and angles we learned from the movie, and we also tried anal sex for the first time.
Connie found that she likes anal sex very much, so this way of sex has become an indispensable part of us every time.
Since then, we have also rented various pornographic movies and watched them, at least one movie every week, and then tried various sex-making methods and poses we saw in the movie.
I know many people think those movies are the same, but Connie and I often find new things from them.
There is one thing that will never change in these pornographic movies, that is, the men in the movie all have an oversized penis.
In fact, maybe these movies are telling men that if you want to be a male actor in a porn movie, you must have a super large penis larger than ordinary people.
I was a member of the school team in high school and later served in the army, which gave me a lot of opportunities to bathe with other men in the public bathroom. I found that the size of my penis was just the same.
I've seen some big penis and some super small dicks, but most people's penis are about 6 inches like mine.
Although I can often satisfy Connie, I rarely fuck her to orgasm directly.
After watching porn movies, she also knew that there was such a big dick in this world.
Every time I watch a movie like this, Connie will suddenly scream like this: My God Ah, look at the size of that thing.How could she stand such a big guy Ah!
Once, when I asked her what kind of Christmas gift she needed, she smiled and said: It would be Peter North (a famous American A-movie male star, known for her huge penis and super long sexual time Translator's note)
I had no choice but to buy her a Jeff Srick card giant dildo as a replacement.
A few days later, I saw an advertisement in a men's magazine selling porn star dildos that were the same as life-sized ones, and I ordered all 16 male porn star dildos for Connie as a gift for her Christmas and birthday.
Give her one for every Christmas and every birthday until it is finished.
Whenever she receives one, she will say: Tell you, one day I will ask you to give me a real one!
Over the past few years, I have bought Connie a lot of huge sized dildos and whenever she receives a gift like me, she always jokes about being real.
Although it was a joke, I knew in my heart that she had always been curious about the huge penis of real men and was very eager to enjoy a real huge penis, not just those sex toys without life and temperature.
We have lived together for 25 years and I decided to give her this experience.
I made this advice to her a month before our wedding anniversary.
I told her that I would find a man with a huge penis for her and let her experience it.
She hugged me very excitedly, thanking me for loving her so much, thanking me for everything I did for her, and even doing such things for her regardless of the dignity of a man.
But, despite my great curiosity, I can't do it.
She said seriously.
Why not?
Because I can't do that kind of thing with people I know, and I don't want to do that kind of thing with people I don't know.Thank you very much, my lover, I will continue to enjoy sex with you, you haven't let me down yet.
Thinking about Connie's right, I didn't say anything again.
A few days later, I rented another A-movie, which rekindled my idea of finding another man for Connie.
While watching the newly rented A-movie, Connie looked very excited when she saw the huge penis in the film. She took out the dildo of the male star I bought for her and fucked it in her vagina.
Seeing her behavior like this, I once again strengthened my determination to find another man for her.
In order to increase our interest in sexual life, we often play mildly binding and abusive sex games. In the game, sometimes I am the abused party, and sometimes she is the same party.
I decided to take advantage of the opportunity to play such a game and give her my gift.
I am a member of a fitness club and met a few nice guys at the club and I know they should be able to help me fulfill my wish.
Among these men, one is my friend whom I can talk about, named Stan, and I decided to ask him to help me first.
When I mustered up the courage to tell him what I thought, he did not look surprised, but instead laughed happily, as if I was not the first person to make such a request to him.
He immediately agreed to my request and carefully discussed the details of the whole matter with me.
We agreed that one night, while Connie was busy making dinner in the kitchen, I quietly took him into our bedroom and asked him to wait there, and before we entered the bedroom, he would hide in the closet and not let Connie see him.
Then, I would play a bundled and abusive sex game with Connie, put her eye mask on her back, handcuffed her hands on her back, and let her kneel on the bed with her butt sticking out, and I started having sex with her.
When she started moaning, he quietly came out of the closet and applied some lubricant to his big cock. As soon as I pulled it out of Connie's body, he immediately inserted it.
During this time, he didn't want to talk to me, and I didn't take off Connie's eye mask.
The time we agreed was coming soon.
Connie was kneeling beside the bed naked, with her butt sticking out, and I slowly fucked her from behind.
Before I inserted her, I took turns playing with her with a few dildos of different thicknesses for a while.
Now, those dildos that had raped her were placed on the bed beside her.
I continued to thrust in her body, and Connie began to moan: Oh, baby, oh, fuck me, it's so good, so comfortable.
At this moment, I saw Stan coming out of the closet, standing behind me, his 11-inch-long penis was fully prepared.
I nodded at him and signaled that he would take over my position.
Then, I pulled my penis out of Connie's body, and Connie quickly said: Don't quit, baby, I want you Ah.
Stan moved behind her, slowly inserted his penis in, and then gently thrust back and forth.
Oh, baby, which guy Ah are you using?
Connie asked, thinking that after I stepped out, I took a dildo and inserted it into her body.
Oh, God Ah, baby, so good, okay, okay, okay, oh, so comfortable...
Connie moaned loudly.
Stan was so fucked with pride that he reached out to hold Connie's hips, and pressed her lower abdomen hard against her butt.
Connie suddenly realized that the dick that was fucking her was not a dildo, and she couldn't help but scream: Oh, God Ah, baby, what are you doing?What happened, baby?Oh, God Ah, Jesus Ah, it's so comfortable, so comfortable, don't stop Ah, please, don't stop, fuck me hard, fuck me hard, me hard...
She screamed and reached orgasm.
Stan continued to rape her at a very stable rhythm. The speed of thrusting was neither too fast nor too slow. Such continuous and powerful stimulation made Connie's orgasm one after another, her body trembled, and her moans continued one after another. The whole room was filled with fucking me fucking me fucking me fucking me fucking me, oh my god Ah, don't stop and stop...
cries.
Amid Connie's crazy moans and cries, Stan fucked harder and harder, giving Connie another orgasm experience I've ever seen.
After Connie's orgasm broke out this time, Stan gradually slowed down his fucking movement and finally stopped slowly.
Connie's moans stopped, her head buried in the pillow, muttering softly: Oh oh oh my God Ah...
Stan looked back at me and asked me with his eyes: What should I do next?
To be honest, I didn't really think about how to end up next, but it was obvious that Connie enjoyed this way of sex so I decided to let things go.
I reached out and pointed at Connie who was lying on the bed, and signaled Stan to fuck her mouth.
Stan nodded, moved his body to Connie's head, knelt down on her body, holding his hard cock in his hand against her lips.
Connie opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue to lick the thick and round glans, and then licked and sucked it around her penis, as if she was measuring the size of her penis with her lips and tongue.
Then she moaned softly and put the thick cock in her mouth.
That night, Stan raped Connie three times before quietly leaving the bedroom.
I waited until his car left the driveway outside my house before I removed the blindfold covering Connie's eyes and the handcuffs that clutched her hands.
Connie stared at me and asked: God Ah, it's so comfortable, baby, who is that person?
I smiled and said to her: Just know that it is the best gift I gave you, no matter who he is!
Then I climbed onto the bed, hugged her tightly, and fell asleep quickly.
Of course, this is not the end of the whole story.
In the next few days, Connie always wanted to find out who her mysterious lover was, but I didn't want to tell her.
Finally, I said to her: Why do you have to know?Do you want to call him and ask him to fuck you again?
She lowered her head and said embarrassedly yes.
I looked at her for a few seconds, and then told her, let me see if I could help her have another appointment with that person.
That afternoon, I called Stan and asked if he would like to come to my house again.
He said no problem.
The problem now is that he has fucked Connie and she doesn't know who he is.
I asked him if he had time the next night, and he said there were.
After get off work that day, I went to a sex shop on the way home, rented a video tape of A-film, and bought a leather closed head cover, which could be put off the head, clasped on the neck, leaving only an opening on the mouth.
After getting home, I handed Connie the leather hood and said: He will come to home tomorrow night, but he wants you to wear this.He doesn't want you to know who he is (actually I don't want her to know). Because you know him, he hopes to avoid the embarrassment of face-to-face, and hopes that he can get along better when meeting again in the future.
After dinner, Connie and I immediately went to bed. The passion we had for sex that night was the strongest time in many years. Connie even asked me not to go to work the next day and kept having sex with her.
The next day, I stayed with her at home and had sex with her.
However, at around 3 pm, she pushed me away and said: Forget it, stop doing it, I want you to keep some strength and wait until he leaves before talking.
At 7 p.m., Stan walked into our bedroom and saw Connie lying on the bed naked in a large shape.
She wore a headband that covered her eyes, but she didn't wear handcuffs because I wanted Connie to have a greater initiative to pursue the greater enjoyment she wanted.
It was a long night.
Stan fucked Connie four times, and she used her mouth twice to help Stan recover from her extreme fatigue, and penetrated her body hard again.
Finally, Stan could no longer fuck him. He wanted to get up and put on his clothes. Connie pulled him and asked: Baby Ah, how about you fuck my ass next time?
next time?
Do you have to keep giving her such gifts?
At this time, I began to seriously consider whether it was time to end the game for the first time.
I turned to look at Stan and he told me he was fine with his lips.
I spent a minute thinking about the feasibility of things, and then said: Didn’t you feel uncomfortable when I fucked your asshole before?I know that after entering, the discomfort will slowly disappear, but if he wants to fuck your ass, it will not only be uncomfortable, it will make you very painful because his penis is too big.
I know Ah, baby, but I still want to give it a try.
I turned to look at Stan, who was still waiting for my decision, so I asked him: How is Friday?
He nodded, and I said: OK, it's scheduled for Friday.
After Stan left, as soon as I took off Connie's hood, she immediately rushed over and hugged me and kissed me enthusiastically.
Then, she let go of me and said curiously: I think, in this world, there is no longer another man who loves his wife like you love me, and will let his wife be fucked by other men like this!
As she said that, she pulled me to have sex with her.
I think Friday should be the beginning of her complete depravity.That day, before I put on her head cover, she told me that she wanted to try something we never did.
I want to try playing 3P tonight, would I want you to join too?Please, for me, you agree to join, okay?
I agreed to her request, and, I have to say, I like Connie, like that.
Stan walked into my bedroom from 7pm and stayed until 2:30am before leaving, and Connie asked us to do everything on her.
She even sat and moved my penis with her vagina while letting Stan fuck her anus from behind.
When Stan's penis rubbed against my penis through a thin diaphragm, the strange stimulation was really indescribable.
Connie cried and moaned almost like crazy under the stimulation of our two penis inserted into her body at the same time.
After Stan left, Connie and I fucked twice before going to bed.
The next morning, Connie woke me up from her sleep by sucking my cock, and on the next Saturday and Sunday, she almost fucked me to death.
On Sunday night, Connie asked me: Can we continue to play 3P?Please, baby, I still want to play, can I promise me?
Over the next two months, Stan and I tried our best to meet Connie's sexual requirements, playing 3P twice a week on average.
And every night after playing 3P, Connie always pestered me to make love constantly, which made me almost unable to bear it.
Gradually, I found that it was not just that she had to pester me after playing 3P, but that she had to pester me almost all the time.
One night, I asked her why she had such a great sexual desire now, and she replied that she didn't know, but she felt that the more she had sex, the more she liked having sex.
What's wrong?Are you tired of me?
She asked me.
No, I am not tired of you at all, but I am worried that I will become less and less able to satisfy you in the future.
She giggled and said: If you really can't satisfy me, then we can let my mysterious lover come Ah a few more times.
I thought to myself, if this is the case, we would have to let Stan participate more.
Two weeks later, I found that gifts like Connie had serious consequences that were counterproductive.
It was Sunday. I was sitting in a partition in the locker room of the fitness club to change my clothes when I heard someone coming in and said: Do we have to continue tomorrow?
Although I couldn't see him behind the gap, I could hear his voice. It was Ron, a friend of mine.
At this time, another friend of mine sounded: It's Ah, I have made arrangements for tomorrow afternoon's event.Now I just hope to find some reason to make Connie come out at night and I really look forward to spending hours with her.
Then they talked for a while, mainly about what they did to Connie and what they were going to do to Connie tomorrow.
After they left, I sat there thinking, is Connie they are talking about my wife?
No!
Absolutely impossible!
They must be talking about another Connie we know.
But, among the women we know, is there another one named Connie?
I really wanted to figure out this, so the next day I parked my car on the street not far from my house and sat inside to observe the movements of my house.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, I still didn't notice any abnormalities. I thought there would be nothing wrong, so I was about to drive away.
Just then, I saw Ron's car driving into the driveway in front of my house, and two minutes later, a Honda Accord was parked behind his car.
The two men got out of the car and walked into my house together.
I decided to keep waiting there.I know they have to leave by at least 4:45 pm so that Connie can have time to clean up the house before I get home at 5 pm.
I guessed it was true that they walked out of the house at 4:45, and two minutes after they left, I drove the car into the driveway in front of my house.
After entering the room, I went straight upstairs and into the bedroom.
Connie was tidying up the bed with her back to the bedroom door, and the room was in a mess, as if there had just been a war.
Connie was wearing a pair of high stockings, and her thighs were covered with traces of semen.
Just as she was about to remove the sheets from the bed, I said: Do you want to hide evidence from me?
Connie turned around and was surprised to find that I was standing behind her.
Her face was pale, and she was frozen there like a deer shining by a headlight.
From the position she stood, I could see her messy pubic hair, covered with semen.
This kind of scene makes me feel very exciting.
I really wanted to press her down on the bed immediately and fuck her hard, but I restrained myself and didn't do that.
I was angry, I was frustrated, but the reason for my anger and frustration was not what people thought.
I was angry not because she was having sex with other men, but because she didn't let me share this process.
I turned around and went downstairs angrily.
About half an hour later, she also went downstairs and walked into the living room, where I was sitting there, boredly changing the TV channel.
She was already wearing her pajamas, but still wearing her semen-sticked stockings.
She sat on the other end of the sofa and said: Are you crazy?
I turned around and looked at her, surprised that she actually asked such a question, am I crazy?Oh, my God Ah!Of course, of course I'm going crazy!
Without any remorse, she replied: Well, isn’t this the fucking fault?
I said in surprise: My fault?Damn, it’s my fault that you and my two friends are having sex?
If you don't tell me who the mysterious man is, I have to find him by myself.You said I knew him, so I looked for him from our acquaintances.If you told me early on who that man was, I wouldn't have to have sex with 11 men in a row for the past six weeks to determine who that mysterious man was.
I looked at her in shock and couldn't even believe her words, 11...my 11 friends?
Yes, but I still haven't found him.
As she said that, she laughed. Of course, I don’t care if I can find him now.
I could only sit there and keep shaking my head, and all my 11 friends fucked my wife on my back.
I couldn't help asking: What did you do?Let them line up and stand in front of you, let them take out their dicks, will you measure their size?Or, did you invite them to gang rape you?
Don't be stupid, I only ask one of them at a time.
But why did you get the two of you together today?
Oh, you know?Because I thought you would go home early today, I was afraid that there would not be enough time, so I let them come together.
I told her what I heard yesterday and how to park my car nearby and wait to see what would happen.
I asked the two of them to come together because all the men except you are bastards! After all those guys fucked me separately, they thought about fucking me together. Two came today, three came last Friday, and I was even gang-raped by five men last Tuesday.
This is really too much!I stood up, grabbed my coat, and walked towards the door.
Where are you going?
go out!
Why do you want to do this?It’s better if you bring the man to my house first to fuck me.Is there any difference between him and others?
I looked back at her and said: The difference is, Connie, when I brought Stan home, we shared this experience together.But you are fucking with other men on my back.This is the difference.If you don't understand this difference, I can only say sorry.
That night, I spent the night in a motel.I don't know what will happen tomorrow, but I can't see any better chance to handle my relationship with my wife.
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