My Husband Made Me Fuck Other Men 3

My plan was ready, and a few days later, I put it into action and made an appointment with a prostitute named Pelin. I explained everything about my husband’s desires, the size of his penis, and so on. The girl said, “OK! No problem!” She was coming over as a friend of mine from high school. We made an appointment. I told my husband, and it was just before he got home, and I said, “It’s tonight!” I told him at the last minute, so he couldn’t take any delay pills or anything like that, because I wanted to embarrass him.

Anyway, my husband arrived, and Pelin followed immediately after. We went to the living room, and we started eating and drinking again. I signaled to Pelin, and she went and sat on my husband’s lap, saying, “Come on, brother-in-law, I want you to fuck me. Your wife told me about it, I’m craving you!” My husband was momentarily taken aback, but quickly recovered. “Why wouldn’t my wife’s friend want to fuck me?” he said, and they started kissing. In fact, at that moment, I felt like killing both my husband and that bitch. I can’t deny that, but after all, I’d fucked someone else, and she would have done it too. Of course, I didn’t say anything; I didn’t give a damn.

My husband got up and started undressing. Pelin and I undressed as well. Pelin had a pretty good body, but not as good as mine, of course. We both took my husband’s cock in our mouths and started sucking it. He got hard immediately. Pelin said, “I’m a guest, I’ll come first!” and pushed me away. But it was all part of the game. Pelin climbed onto my husband’s lap and said, “Brother-in-law, fuck me in the ass first, then fuck my pussy!” My husband’s eyes lit up, and he smiled from ear to ear. Pelin placed his cock in her ass and began to sit on it, getting up and down. As always, my husband couldn’t resist and came quickly during the ass fucking. Pelin said, “But brother-in-law, this isn’t how it should be… I didn’t hear you like that!”

My husband was so upset, he went and washed his dick, came back, and said, “Okay then! Suck my dick and get it up!” Pelin and I sucked it up again with our mouths. Then my husband laid Pelin down, got on top of her, entered her pussy, and started fucking her. He was fucking her so hard, she was incredibly passionate. But I was about to spoil it. I immediately moved in front of my husband, bent over, spread my ass cheeks with my hands, and said, “My love, look, I’ve prepared it for you. I want you to fuck my ass, husband!” My husband was stunned when he heard this. He got off Pelin, came over, and rammed it into my ass. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. I immediately signaled Pelin, and she came over to me and said, “Brother-in-law, you always fuck her, fuck me!” My husband was at a loss.

I said, “Okay, my love, I’ll wait. You fuck Pelin, then you fuck me!” My husband, who would normally have just fucked Pelin’s ass in that position, took advantage of this initial setback, pulled out of my ass, inserted it into Pelin’s pussy, and began fucking her. He continued for quite some time. Pelin moaned, “Yes, uncle, this is so good!” It was clear the bitch was truly enjoying herself, saying, “Come on, fuck my ass like this, please don’t take too long!” My husband started fucking Pelin’s ass again. I didn’t want to sit around, so I bent down and started sucking his balls, and my husband came again immediately, pulled out of her ass, and collapsed. But Pelin wouldn’t let go. She took his cock in her hand, playing with it, but to no avail; it wouldn’t get hard.

Meanwhile, I served the drink. Of course, I put a sleeping pill in my husband’s drink to make it pass out. He drank it. A little later, his cock hardened again, but he succumbed to sleep and passed out on Pelin. We lifted my husband off of her and carried him to the bed. Pelin and I chatted for a bit, then I sent Pelin away. When I went inside, I saw the envelope I’d given Pelin. I called immediately to tell her she’d forgotten the money. But Pelin said she’d left it specifically for me, saying, “As a gift for you, I really enjoyed having sex, I don’t want to pay for it!” and hung up.

The next morning, my husband woke up. I was lying next to him, waking up and having a bit of a fling. “What happened? Why is your face so sour?” he asked. “What’s the big deal? You didn’t even fuck me when you saw Pelin! You couldn’t even satisfy Pelin! I told her so much about you, and I was embarrassed! You’re not enough for me on your own. How did you think you could be enough for both of us?” I said. My husband was in a bad mood, his morale plummeting to zero. But I had achieved my goal. Finally, my husband said, “Okay, my love! I never want to have a group with another woman again! But, of course, if you want, can we have sex with other men?” “That’s up to you!” I said. He stood up, bowed his head, and went to the shower.

A few days had passed, and I was starting to get horny again. But my husband had been very busy lately. I explained my situation to him and said, “If you have other friends like Ekin, let’s have another group!” My husband said, “Honey, I’m busy, but if you really want it, I can send you someone!” I was stunned. “What do you mean?” he said, “It won’t be me; I’ll send two men, and you can fulfill your fantasies!” I said, “No!” and we dropped the subject.

After two weeks without sex, I was unbearably horny. I called my husband while he was at work and said, “Get ready for tonight, husband. My ass itches. I’m so horny, I need you. Come fuck my ass!” He said, “Honey, I can’t come tonight. If I do, I’ll lose my job!” Just as I was angry, I hung up without saying a word. He called back immediately and said, “My love, you know things are busy, I need to be here, but my offer stands. If you’d like, I can send two friends over to you; we can solve this problem that way! This period is crucial; I’m working on our future!” “I don’t know,” I said and hung up. To say I wasn’t upset at that moment would be a lie; he was telling the truth.

Anyway, about two hours passed. I was bored and planning to go out. I got ready, and just as I was about to leave, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw two young, portly men. “Come on in? Who are you?” I asked. One of the young men called my name and said, “Is that you?” “Yes, what happened? What’s wrong?” I asked. And they started talking, “Mr. Can sent us. You have some needs, that’s why we’re here!” I said immediately, “No, I don’t want it. There’s no need!” But the men were furious. “Not unless we follow Mr. Can’s orders. Especially if that order is to fuck a woman like you, absolutely not! We’ll blow you away whether you like it or not!” They forced their way in.

I was at a loss. I was home alone with two young, horny men. I protested, but no one listened. Before I knew it, in a few minutes, I was naked, sandwiched between two men I didn’t know. One of them grabbed my hands, turned me around, and said, “Look, girl, I don’t know who you are, but we’re going to fuck you either by force or by force! I think we should do it without hurting you, so you and I can both enjoy it!” “Okay!” I obliged. And they undressed themselves. Both of their cocks were erect. I was so horny, and these men were either going to fuck me that way or they were going to fuck me, so I decided to at least enjoy it. Of course, the sight of their erect cocks played a role in this.

I knelt between them and started sucking one of their cocks, then the other. “Huh, come on, like this!” they said. One of them stood me up and asked me where the bedroom was. We went into my bedroom together. They laid me down on the bed and started licking me. One started at my toes, the other at my neck, their tongues roaming every inch of me. And I loved it. Finally, when one of them started massaging my pussy and the other my asshole with their tongues, I was practically jumping with pleasure. I was practically begging the men, “Fuck me!” I was yelling. One of them lay down on the bed and pulled me onto him. I sat up, placed his cock in my pussy, and began to sit on top of him. I was getting more and more pleasure with every millimeter he entered. At that moment, I felt the other’s cock on my lips, and I opened it and started sucking. One of them was fucking me from underneath, while the other one was sucking me.

After a while, the one in my mouth left my mouth and moved behind me. I knew what he was going to do, so I lay on top of the other, spread my ass cheeks with both hands, and said, “Go ahead and put it in my ass!” “Look at that whore! She’s used to it!” he said, and he thrust into my ass with incredible force. Because neither of their penises were that big, I could easily take one in my pussy and the other in my ass at the same time. They kept up a tempo and started moving in and out. They continued like this for quite some time. I finally orgasmed. But it didn’t last long; they came inside me too and let me go. “Let’s get some rest!” they said. “Okay!” I said, and went to the shower to clean up. When I got out, my fuckers were talking among themselves, “We’re going to fill this woman with dick, let’s see how long she lasts!” they said.

I went over to them and took their cocks into my mouth again and started sucking them. I got one hard first and said, “Screw it in my ass now!” They were surprised; I was giving the orders now. I pulled the other one up and said, “Come on, one more toast!” Now they were in different positions. I was enjoying it so much, I was urging them on, “Faster, faster!” They were trying to keep up with my pace. We continued like this until they came inside me. I had reached two more orgasms in the meantime, but that wasn’t enough. “Go on! Keep fucking me, fuck my pussy and ass, satisfy me!” I said, forcing them to do it a third time. After they came, they fucked some more, but it was hurting. “Enough, we need to rest!” they said. “No, no rest this time, I want you to fuck me! Come on! Either fuck me now or get out!” I said. But they were out of it, it was obvious, and they decided to pack up and leave. It’s unclear who raped whom, but whatever… When they left, I called my husband and said, “My love, the friends you sent turned out to be empty-handed!” He asked, “What do you mean?” He said, “They only managed to fuck your wife four times each, my love; they couldn’t even satisfy me properly! But it’s still better than nothing!” I said, thanked him, and hung up.

My husband arrived the next day. We had dinner, and I wanted to make love, but he said, “My love, I’m tired! I thought you relaxed a little last night?” I said, “Yes, I did, but not completely!” He said, “Well, you can relax tomorrow!” and we went to bed without having sex. The next day, after my husband left for work, around noon, two strangers came to the door and told me my husband had sent them. Before I had a chance to comprehend what was happening, they practically raped me. I actually enjoyed it; it was a different kind of fantasy for me, and I had orgasmed several times that day.

For six months, different men would come to my house almost every week—sometimes one, sometimes two, sometimes three—and say, “Can sent us!” and fuck me thoroughly before leaving. Sure, I was sexually satisfied, so I was happy, but I was trying to figure out what was going on. I began to wonder where my husband was finding so many men. Meanwhile, my husband’s business had improved, he’d received a promotion at work, they’d given him a manager position in another department, our financial situation had improved considerably, he’d bought a car for both himself and me, and we’d renovated our house. But he was still coming home very late at night, often drunk.

One day, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door, and Ekin was there. You can’t imagine how happy I was. I kissed him on the lips and said, “Hello Ekin, did Can send you today?” “No, I came myself!” he said. I was surprised. “You missed me, then?” I said. “First, let’s sit down. I have something to tell you! But you won’t like what I have to say!” I was intrigued, so I said, “Tell me!” Ekin started to explain, “After the night we did our group session, I asked Can about him from time to time, and he always brushed it off, and he quit after, like, a month!” he said. “I know, he got promoted, became manager of another branch!” I said. “No, nothing like that, that’s where the real deal starts! Can quit, and he’s been making money off of you for the last six months!” he said. I was shocked. “What are you talking about?” I said. Ekin said, “You know those men who come to you every day…” “Yes?” I said. “Those men aren’t Can’s friends or anything; he gets money from those men, and he doesn’t even tell them he’s your wife. He’s basically selling you, exploiting your sexual desire, and of course you have no idea!” he said.

“No way, you’re lying!” I said. “I can prove it to you!” he said, pulling out his phone, hiding his own number, dialing, putting the voice outside, and giving me the “Shut up!” gesture. When the phone answered, it was my husband’s voice. Ekin disguised his voice and said, “Hello sir, I’m calling about the online ad!” My husband said, “Here you are!” Ekin said, “I’d like to know the price!” My husband said, “$100 for one person, $200 for a group with two men!” Ekin said, “So, can we do anything we want? Anal sex, or cum in mouth, for example?” My husband said, “Of course, anything you want! There’s only one rule: you never tell the woman you paid for this. When you leave, you say, ‘Mr. Can sent us!'” I couldn’t believe my ears. Ekin thanked him, said he’d call back, and hung up.

At that moment, my brain boiled. The bastard had been selling me for six months, and I had naively played his whore. Thanks to Ekin, I’d learned the truth. After I’d recovered from the shock of the incident, I decided what to do. I was going to divorce Can! Ekin and I left immediately and went to see a lawyer. The lawyer explained what I needed to do, what was required, and we started the process. We left the lawyer’s office. I needed a place to stay. We returned home, collected my belongings, and Ekin and I left. Ekin put me up in a hotel temporarily. To use as evidence, we called Ekin Can several times from different phones, pretending to be a client, and recorded the conversations.

Late that evening, my cell phone rang. It was my husband. “My love, the friends I sent you couldn’t find you. You’re not home,” he said. “Yes, I’m not here, and I won’t be here anymore!” I said. “What does that mean?” he asked. “Pimp! You don’t have a whore working for you anymore! You’ll be the one paying for the money you took from your clients!” I said, and hung up on him.

Without further ado, the process was completed, and I was divorced. Thanks to Ekin, I was finally free from Can and moved to another city…