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Problem Due To Watching Porn Videodeleteddeleteddeleted I was 26 years old, happily married, and considered by many to be a very attractive woman. My husband, Sushant, was practically the ideal husband and lover. He was my best friend, my soul mate and my only lover. We had a great marriage with two wonderful c***dren.Our sex life was excellent. Sushant was a wonderful lover, considerate, imaginative, and energetic. He made sure that I had at least one orgasm almost every time that we made love. I had everything a woman could want. I was the happiest, most content wife in the world.So what was the problem? The problem was that Sushant’s cock is only 6 inches long, and not very thick. Why was that a problem? It was a problem because I had developed a very strong, uncontrollable desire to suck and fuck a large cock. It didn’t matter to whom that cock was attached, it just had to be big and thick, like a hunk of salami.It was about two years ago that I first became interested, then obsessed with big cocks. Sushant was always trying new things to keep our sex life exciting and interesting, and he was great at it. It was this trait of his that got me into trouble; he bought a porn video.I must have led a sheltered life, because I had never seen a porn video or movie until Sushant bought that first one. Sushant’s intent was for us to watch it, get turned on and try to duplicate the action on the screen. It was to be another variation in our sex life. The video turned us both on and we did, indeed duplicate, or try to duplicate, the action.How was that a problem? It was a problem because I got my first look at big cocks. If you’ve ever seen a porn movie or video, you know what I mean. I was in awe. I salivated when I watched them fucking the big-chested bimbos on the screen. I didn’t even pay attention to the guy attached to the cock. All I saw was the big, fucking cocks filling those women’s pussies, mouths and ass holes. I began to wonder what it would be like to feel a big cock like one of those in my pussy and in my mouth. ‘Too big for my ass hole, though’ I thought. That video started me on the road to self-destruction. I can blame Sushant for everything that happened, can’t I?For the first time in our marriage, I kept my feelings to myself. I had confided all else to Sushant over the years, but not this. I didn’t want to hurt him; after all, it wasn’t his fault that he only had 6 inches.I tried fantasizing that Sushant’s cock was monstrous in size while he fucked me, but it didn’t work. He didn’t fill me like I had imagined a big cock would.Even though I loved Sushant dearly, over the next several months I became more and more obsessed with monster cocks. When Sushant wasn’t home, I spent most of my time on the Internet, searching the porn sites looking for those monster cocks. I spent most of my day fantasizing about being fucked with one of those salamis.It wasn’t long before I decided that I had to take this obsession one step further. I placed a personal ad on one of the sites, advertising for a guy with a big dick to service me.I was overwhelmed with responses, it took me weeks to sort through all of them and narrow the list down to ten. I began correspondence with the ten guys. All the while I was doing this, I kept asking myself ‘Why? How could I be so selfish and jeopardize everything I that had with Sushant?’ I was sure that I would never go through with it, but I continued anyway.After the first email, we exchanged pictures. After reviewing the pictures, I narrowed the list to two and began corresponding in earnest. Both guys were younger than me and offered to send pictures of their cocks if I would send them a nude picture of myself. Since we had a digital camera, I managed to take a few nude shots of myself and sent them on. It was a fair exchange, tits and pussy for big, hard cocks.They did respond with pictures of their erect cocks. They were both huge, and about the same length, but one was a little fatter than the other. I eliminated the thinner one and concentrated on the guy with the biggest, thickest cock. His name was Ashok and he lived about 50 miles away.I continued to question myself during this time. ‘Why was I doing this?’ I didn’t want to upset the apple cart. My marriage was great and I loved my husband more than I could say. I kept thinking about Sushant and how I could hurt him deeply, but the obsession was controlling me, I wasn’t thinking rationally. I guess deep down I convinced myself that I could do this without Sushant ever finding out. That way, I could satisfy my obsession without jeopardizing my marriage and hurting Sushant.Ashok was only 27 and unmarried. He seemed very anxious to meet me to consummate our mutual lust. After much soul searching, I finally agreed to meet him. ‘I did go this far, what would one more step hurt?’ I made it clear that this first meeting was to be merely social. Nothing sexual was to take place, Ashok agreed.Ashok took off work early one day and we met at a restaurant far enough away where I was unlikely to be recognized. Even though it was only a social meeting, people would have talked if I had been seen with another man.I arrived a little late, and Ashok was already there. I recognized him immediately and joined him in a corner booth. I was extremely nervous. For the first half-hour we talked about everything except what brought us together in the first place. Even so, I couldn’t get the picture of his cock out of my mind. I was getting wetter by the minute, sitting across from and talking to the man attached to the monster cock.Ashok seemed like a normal, decent guy at first. As soon as the conversation turned to the reason why we were there, his attitude changed. He became obnoxious and overbearing. He played the game, like he had something I wanted and he was going to make me beg him to get it. That attitude turned me off. As much as I wanted a taste of that cock, I made up my mind that I really didn’t want to get involved with a jerk like him.I told him what I thought of him and left the restaurant, but he followed me to my car. When I got to the car, I turned, faced him and told him to please leave.Instead of leaving, he pulled down his zipper and whipped out his salami. I stared at it with my mouth wide open. It was only half-hard and huge, the first real, live monster cock that I had ever seen. I began to get aroused again, big time. He saw me staring at it and sensed that I was weakening. He ordered me down on my knees to suck it. My knees weakened, as did my resolve to resist. I wanted that monster, and I wanted it bad. He knew it and ordered me güvenilir bahis şirketleri to suck it, once again. This time he placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees, I didn’t offer much resistance. Once on my knees I found myself looking directly at his gorgeous piece of man meat. My knees pained me, being on the asphalt, but I didn’t care. I salivated as I stared at it, knowing that I had lost my resolve to fight it. I didn’t need any more encouragement from Ashok, as I took the head into my mouth, right there in a broad daylight, in a public parking lot, and I didn’t care who was watching. The only thing that I could think of was that cock. It didn’t matter that it was attached to a big prick, I needed that cock, and I needed it right then and there.I began sucking on it in earnest. I wanted to make that big cock erupt and spew its juices into my mouth. I wanted to taste its gooey cum in the worst way. As I was sucking away, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that we were drawing an audience, but I didn’t care. I blocked them out of my mind and kept slurping and sucking away. It wasn’t long before he came with a series of mighty grunts. I felt the spurts hit the back of my throat and came at the same time. I swallowed every delicious drop. My pussy was sopping wet by this time.He ordered me to suck him until he was hard again. I did as he ordered, and it didn’t take him long. As soon as he was hard, he lifted me up off my knees, bent me over the fender of my car, lifted my dress up over my head, ripped my panties off and drove that monster into my wet cunt in one mighty thrust. I screamed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It hurt like hell, but it felt soooo good. He stretched me to the max in that one brutal lunge. It didn’t bother him in the least that I was in pain. He began to fuck me like the bitch in heat that I was.Soon the pain was replaced by feelings of fullness that I had never before felt, I loved it. I was finally getting my cunt filled with the monster cock that I had been dreaming and fantasizing about. It felt even better than I had imagined. I began cumming and cumming, as I kept screaming for him to fuck me, and fuck me hard. We fucked for what seemed like an hour, but was probably more like 10 minutes, and he still hadn’t cum. Finally, with one mighty thrust, he unleashed his first spurt of man juice deep into my fuck canal. He continued to grunt, as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life at that moment as he was thrusting and spurting his juices into me.As soon as he finished spurting, he pulled his limp dick out of me and literally ran off. I had no clue as to why he ran off so suddenly. I was so weak, I couldn’t move. As I started to gather my strength and wits about me, I turned and saw our audience. There were about 12 or 15 people that had been watching in awe. A few of them even clapped their approval of the show that we had put on. I was so embarrassed. Up to that point I hadn’t cared one bit about whom might be watching us fuck, but at that moment, I was totally humiliated, I just wanted to get out of there. As I reached into my purse for my car keys, a big hand grasped me by the wrist and slapped on a pair of handcuffs.It was a cop! Some son-of-a-bitch had called the cops! I suddenly dawned on me why Ashok had run off so suddenly. I was unceremoniously taken to the police station and placed under arrest for public fornication and lewdness, and a bunch of other related charges. I was beside myself with humiliation. ‘What would Sushant think?’ There was no way that I could keep my infidelity from him now. I was so very distraught, frightened, humiliated, ashamed and guilt ridden, that I began trembling uncontrollably. I fully believed that my marriage, and possibly my life, was over. I seriously thought about committing suicide, but luckily the police removed everything that might be used for such a purpose. I wasn’t the only one who had ever had those thoughts. I don’t know if I would have gone through with it, but I did think about it.After I was arraigned, they sent me off to the county jail. I was forced to spend the night behind bars. They did allow me one phone call, and I used it to call Sushant. I was sobbing so profusely, that he had to continually ask me to calm down and repeat myself. I finally got through to him that I was in jail and that he would be able to get me out, by posting bail, the next morning. I couldn’t tell him why I was there, even though he asked repeatedly.Sushant showed up bright and early the next morning. They took me out to where he was waiting; I couldn’t look him in the eye, as I hung my head in shame. I knew that they had told him what the charges were, but he didn’t say a word. I couldn’t even look at him to try and determine what his mood was. ‘What did he think of his slut wife? How long was it going to take him to tell me that he wanted a divorce?’ I thought to myself as I wept softly. We proceeded to the car and he drove home, not a word was spoken by either of us. Upon arriving home, I immediately ran into the bathroom, locked the door and began sobbing uncontrollably.Sushant came to the door and said, “Don’t do anything stupid. I still love you. We just need to talk when you’re ready.”‘The man is a saint! How could he still love me? I just know that he’s going to want a divorce. How much do the c***dren know? The c***dren! I hadn’t even thought about them during this whole mess. How can I face them, the rest of my family, my friends? What, oh what am I gong to do?’ These and other horribly humiliating thoughts were racing through my mind.Sushant returned several minutes later, again asking if I was still OK. I grunted something and he left. He came and checked on me often, he was afraid that I would do something even more stupid than what I had already done. He was concerned about me. That was a good sign, I loved him so much, and never more than at that moment, the lowest point of my life.It must have been about an hour, or so, before I had composed myself enough to open the door and face Sushant. I went into the living room where he was waiting for me. I noticed that the house seemed to be void of c***dren. “Where are the k**s?”“At your mother’s for the night.”“My mother! How much does she know?”“Nothing. The k**s know nothing either. Sit down and relax.” He was so calm and composed, his demeanor made me feel a little more at ease with the horrible situation that I had put us in.I sat in a chair across from him. “A-are you going to divorce me?” I asked him in a broken, trembling voice.“No. Do you tipobet güvenilir mi want me to?”“No! No, of course not. I love you so much, and I’m so humiliated.”“I love you too. When you’re ready, I want you to tell me all about what happened and why.”“I-I don’t know if I can. I’m so ashamed and humiliated.”“It’ll do you good to talk about it.”“I don’t think you want to hear about it.”“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to hear all about it. Now go on, spill it all out.”I paused, looked up at him and saw his warm, understanding eyes. After telling him how stupid and humiliated I felt several more times, I began to tell him the whole story from the beginning.When I finished, he maintained his warm loving look. After mulling it over a few minutes he asked. “Are you going to do this again, fuck a man with a big cock, I mean?”“NO! Absolutely not! If you can ever find it in your heart to forgive me, I would never, ever do anything like that again. I won’t lie and tell you that it didn’t feel good, because it did. I’ve never felt anything like it, but I’ll never, never do it again.”“Then how can you be so sure? You hadn’t intended to do it the first time. You were overcome with lust, and weren’t able to think rationally. What makes you think it won’t happen again?”“I didn’t think about the consequences of my actions the first time. I’ve suffered so much shame and humiliation that I could never do it again. Yes, it felt good at the time, but look at me. I’m a complete wreck. What’s worse, I’ve hurt you and jeopardized our marriage.”“I know that your intentions are good, but I’m not so sure that you wouldn’t weaken and try it again. I don’t want a divorce now, but if you continue to fuck other guys, I won’t be able to handle it. I don’t have it in me to share my wife’s body with any other men. We need to find a way to test your resistance to temptation. Otherwise, I won’t be able to get it out of my mind. I won’t be able to trust you again. Do you understand?”“Yes. I would never betray your trust again. I’ve always loved you deeply, but never more than now. The fact that you’ll give me another chance astonishes me. You must be a saint.”“I’m not a saint. There are several very good reasons why I’m giving you another chance.”“Oh?”“The k**s for two, and my own happiness for another. You’re a great wife and mother, and I still love you very much.”“I’m so grateful. I’ll do anything you ask, anything.”“Let me think about it overnight, I want to come up with a way to test you. We’ll need to see just how you’ll respond to the temptation again.”He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I was still sore and stretched, but there was no way in hell that I was going to deny him. We fucked and I came several times. Sushant, however, didn’t come. My pussy was so stretched that he didn’t feel anything as he fucked me. When I saw him tiring, I rolled him over and gave him the best blow-job that I was capable of. He came into my mouth and I swallowed every delicious drop. I repeatedly told him how much I loved him.Early the next morning, I attacked Sushant again, fucking him until he came in my pussy.Later that morning, Sushant explained what he had in mind to test my ability to resist the big cock temptation. He explained that I needed to contact Ashok again and set up another meeting, this time at our house. I was to tell him that my husband was out of town on business. I was also to re-establish communication with the guy that I had rejected in favor of Ashok, his name was Abdul.Sushant was concerned that Ashok may not be a fair test because I was so pissed at him for forcing me to do what I did. He was concerned that I may not be tempted to repeat for that reason alone. That’s why we needed Abdul. At the same time, I had been submissive to Ashok and his demands, and Sushant wanted to see if I could resist that, as well.To make a long story short, I was able to arrange for Ashok and Abdul to visit on consecutive days, Abdul on Thursday and Ashok on Friday. Sushant said that it might be a distraction for me if he stayed in the house, but he also said that I might not be safe, especially with Ashok. He bought a small transmitter that was designed to look like a cameo necklace. It had a small button on the back and all I had to do was push it if I felt that I was in danger. He told me that he would be hiding behind the next door neighbor’s garage, only a few minutes away. If he heard the alarm, he would come to my rescue. We tested it a few times and it worked very well.As a further precaution, we set up a hidden video camera to record the action, which I was to make sure took place in the living room.The day that I was to meet Abdul arrived, and I was extremely nervous. I didn’t think that I would be tempted, but even I really didn’t know for sure.Abdul arrived right on time, and I greeted him at the door. I invited him into the house, and we sat in the living room, me on the couch and Abdul in a chair. Abdul was an attractive man and seemed nice enough. He certainly didn’t seem as arrogant as Ashok. We talked for 10 or 20 minutes, then he moved from his chair to the couch next to me. He placed his arm around me and began to kiss me. I had to play along until he exposed his cock. I had to know for sure that I could resist. I kissed him back and his hands began to rove all over my body. I was getting aroused as he began to massage my nipples.It wasn’t long before he had my blouse and bra off. Next came the pants and panties. He savored the sight of my erect nipples and fingered my wet pussy. He removed his shirt and asked me if I wanted to do the honors with his pants and briefs. I knelt in front of him and undid his belt, top button and zipper. I lowered his pants and he stepped out of them. I looked directly at the large bulge in his briefs, it was huge. I placed my trembling hands on both sides of his briefs and slowly lowered them until his large cock sprang out, fully erect. I looked straight at the bobbing monster, lustily. I was extremely aroused and breathing very heavily at that point. It looked sooo luscious. I was much more tempted to take it in my mouth than I thought I would be. ‘Am I in control, or are you,’ I thought to myself as I stared at that big, bobbing cock.I don’t know how long I stared at that beautiful, very tempting cock, but it had seemed like an hour. Abdul became impatient and grabbed me by the head and tried to force his cock into my mouth.I’ll be the first to admit that I was sorely tempted, but with all the strength and resolve that I could muster, I was able to resist. Reason won out tipobet giriş over lust as I closed my eyes and began to think about Sushant and the c***dren. I kept my mouth firmly closed. As much as I wanted, and lusted for, Abdul’s cock, I wanted my husband and family even more. He continued to try to force it in until I pulled his hands off my head, stood up and told him that I couldn’t go through with it. He was shocked, I thought that he’d be angry, but he calmly put his clothes back on and left without a word. My rational thinking had won the battle over my lust. I felt greatly relieved and overjoyed.‘I did it!’ I was so proud of myself; I passed the first test! I called Sushant on his cell phone and told him the good news, and he was in the front door in a matter of minutes. We hugged and then fucked each other’s brains out. The orgasm that I had that day with Sushant was the greatest that I had ever had. It was even better than the one I had with Ashok’s monster cock. At that point, I knew that I was over my obsession, but I still had to pass one more test to prove it to Sushant.The next day was Ashok’s turn, but I wasn’t worried. There was no doubt in my mind that I was back in control of my emotions, my lust for big cock.Ashok arrived about 10 minutes late. He was the same arrogant bastard that ran off on me at the restaurant. “Well, baby. Couldn’t live without my cock, eh?” He piped up as he entered the front door.“Yes, that’s why I called. We have some unfinished business to take care of.” I played along.“You bet we have. No cops to interfere this time.”He took the same approach as he had in the parking lot. He undid his pants and dropped them to the floor. As he stepped out of them, I could see the large bulge, and he wasn’t fully hard.“Get on your knees and take my briefs off,” he commanded.I did as he ordered. He was fully hard by the time I slid his briefs off; he must have been anticipating my wet mouth on his big cock. Like the previous day with Abdul, I just stared at it. Unlike then, I wasn’t seriously tempted, I didn’t even get aroused, as my contempt for him was stronger than my lust for his big cock.“Suck it, baby. Take that big cock in your lovely mouth and suck it dry.”I looked up at him and could see the lust in his eyes. I did nothing.“SUCK IT! YOU BITCH! Take that fucking cock and suck it!” He shouted as he grabbed my head and tried to shove his salami into my mouth, just as Abdul had done, only much more forcefully.I continued to look him in the eye with my lips firmly closed. He made several attempts to force it into my mouth, with no success.He shocked my by slapping me hard across the face. “Open up, you fucking whore! I’ll slap you silly if you don’t.”When I recovered from the shock of his slap, I felt scared for the first time. I pushed the button on the necklace without him noticing.Ashok slapped me again and forced me to open my mouth. He shoved the head of his cock in between my lips and I took the opportunity to bite down on it, hard.“OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! You fucking bitch! You bit me! I’m going to knock your fucking head off!” I got up and ran toward the bathroom. He caught up with me and tackled me just before I reached the steps.Just as he had me pinned down, Sushant burst through the front door carrying a softball bat. “OK, you bastard. Let her up.”Ashok’s eyes got as big as saucers, he began trembling in fear. He slowly rolled off and away from me.“Just what were you trying to do, asshole?”“N-nothing, honest. I was only trying to give her what she wanted.”“Is that the truth?” Sushant asked me.“No. He slapped me hard, twice, when I wouldn’t take his cock into my mouth. When he forced it in, I bit it, got up and tried to make it to the bathroom. You arrived just after he tackled me, as I was trying to get away.”Sushant took a good look at Ashok’s now semi limp cock and could easily see my teeth marks. “You bit him a good one, didn’t you?” He chuckled.“Damn right I did.”Ashok had started to get up off the floor. “Stay right where you are. I haven’t decided what to do with you yet,” Sushant commanded.“You wouldn’t be so goddamn brave if you didn’t have that bat.”“You’re right, but my bat is a little more useful to me than your limp one is to you at the moment.” He chuckled again as he pointed to Ashok’s cock.Ashok started to get up again, but Sushant wouldn’t let him. “Just stay where you are, macho man. I’m not finished with you yet.”“Wh-what do you mean? I didn’t do anything, Preeti wanted me to fuck her.”“I didn’t ask you to slap me silly, you bastard,” I interjected.“That’s not exactly the way I heard it, but you have a point. You wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t sought you out. However, you’re arrogant, demanding attitude pisses me off. Slapping my wife was totally uncalled for, and I don’t intend to let that go unpunished. I don’t like you at all, macho man, and I think that you need to be taught a lesson.”Sushant paused for several minutes, then spoke, “Honey, go get a sharp knife. I think we’ll slice up this salami and make him eat it. Yeah! A salami sandwich!” He laughed as Ashok’s eyes got as big as watermelons. He couldn’t be sure if Sushant was joking, or not.I didn’t make a move to get the knife. I was hoping that Sushant was joking.“Forget the knife. Get that monster dildo that you bought recently. You know, the one that’s even bigger than his cock. Bring some KY, also.”“OK, but what are you going to do with it?”“You’ll see. OK asshole, get up and bend over the back of the couch.”“Wh-why?”“You’re going to find out what it feels like to get fucked with a monster cock.”“Now wait a minute, you can’t do that.”“Why not, you slammed your big prick into my wife, didn’t you? Now it’s your turn to find out how good it feels.”When I returned, Ashok was bent over the back of the couch, ass up in the air. Sushant took the dildo and lubed it up. He handed it to me and told me to fuck Ashok’s ass hole like he fucked me in that parking lot.Ashok was pleading with us not to do it. We all knew that it was going to hurt. He was literally going to get his ass hole reamed out.I got in position and asked Ashok if he had anything to say. He didn’t respond. I shoved it into his hole in one thrust, and he screamed bloody murder. I began thrusting it in and out with no regard to his pain. The dildo did some damage because I could see some blood seeping out of his hole, but I didn’t care. I kept on thrusting until Sushant told me to stop. Ashok had been screaming out in pain the entire time.Sushant picked up Ashok’s clothes and told him to get out. “We don’t want to ever see or hear from you again. If we do, you won’t get off so easy the next time. OH, yes, just in case you think about ignoring my warning, we have a video tape of today’s events that we wouldn’t hesitate to distribute.”Ashok slowly put his briefs and pants on and left, walking like he had a corncob stuck up his ass.

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