Hello all, I am sharing my real experience with you all. I am not taking the real names due to privacy reasons, but my incident was true. My incident will help many of the readers, and that is the reason I was interested in sharing my story with you all. Thanks to Sushma for posting my story.
We were a young couple with a life full of heat and raw desire. My husband is handsome, 6 feet tall, and of good build. We both hit the gym every single day to keep our bodies tight and perfect. Our sexual health was amazing, and we were completely addicted to each other’s touch.
We used to have sex at least 20 days every month, and it was never enough for us. We did quick and dirty sessions in the kitchen while cooking and in the washroom during the day. At night, we had long, deep sessions that left us both shaking.
I never said no to him because I loved his body and the way he moved inside me. When COVID hit, the isolation made him obsessed with becoming even more powerful in the bedroom. He started watching bold scenes and taking many supplements to push his limits.
He took high doses of protein, fish oil tablets, calcium, and magnesium without a doctor’s consultation. He started buying secret sexual pills online to increase his dick size and stamina. He wanted to reach a level where he was like a non-human in bed.
I was not happy with this supplement and used to have an argument. After three months, I felt the changes in my sex life. His dick reached deep inside my pussy. His dick felt much bigger and thicker. Later, over 6 months, I saw tremendous changes from his side.
I increased the dose of sexual pills. His dick was hitting hard against my pussy wall. He was fucking with so much power that it made my head spin. It was so exciting and felt like the most lustful woman. I encouraged him to fuck me without protection, even though we have two kids.
I just took pills because I wanted to feel every hot inch of him filling me up. Our sex life became wild and completely out of control. His stamina was unbelievable. We were having more than 5 rounds a day. He used to fill my pussy and ass with huge cum that I never imagined in my dreams.
We both start with morning sessions before the kids wake up. And in the afternoon, quickies in the washroom and kitchen. And nights felt like they would never end. He was performing like a machine, and I became a total sex addict who was always craving him.
I never say no to him, and I used to allow him to fuck my ass during my periods. I was changing three bedsheets a day because we were so wet and messy from our sessions. His dick grew to over 10 inches, and it made me feel so happy and satisfied every single time.
I used to give him a blowjob before and after sex. His dick size was unbelievable, and I became a pure slut for him. I had an abortion 5 times in one year, which made me do the operation so as not to have kids in my life.
We were so high on this dirty pleasure that we decided to go to the Maldives for a second honeymoon. We wanted to celebrate our dark connection on the beach. We took the loan to travel, and our plan was to fuck in water and on beaches.
But in the Maldives, the nightmare started without any warning.
The man who was a beast became powerless and weak. His dick struggled to get hard and finish in less than 2 minutes every time he tried. When we came back to India, he got a viral fever that would not go away. After that, he became normal, but still his dick was not erect despite a long blowjob.
He watched porn and other bold scenes, but the results were the same. Then we went to urologists, andrologists, and sexologists to find out what was wrong. The reports were a total disaster for our future. The doctors confirmed he had severe erectile dysfunction and ejaculation disorders.
They told us the overdose of sexual pills and social media medicines had spoiled his life and his organs. He is only 32, and I am 29, but our romance is dead. He bought the products from social media publicity, but now our lives have changed because of it.
The medical bills and lab tests started swallowing every rupee of our money. The treatment is very expensive, and he has to follow a strict diet because his liver is also badly affected by the chemicals. I was forced to change my job to earn more money.
But the new company is very aggressive with regard to the work. There is no work from home, and the pressure is killing my spirit. I work long and exhausting hours. Then I have to handle the kids and my sick husband.
He cannot handle any stress. So he had to stay away from his promotion and career growth. I am the only one running the family show with my own legs.
I changed my job again. I changed because of my financial demand. But there is no peace of mind for me at home or at the office.
I have pressure everywhere, and no one cares about me. My hubby looks at me like a money machine and a maid. I cry in the dark because I am frustrated day by day. I started to hate my hubby. We used to have arguments on why he used those Viagra and unsecured pills that destroyed us.
He did not understand me. But I am living like a widow without any physical needs and can’t give a divorce to him. The pressure at work has become too much for me to handle. I have plenty of things in mind, like an empty bed, expenses, kids’ fees and the lab reports.
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My performance is not great, so my manager told me that my performance is dropping and that I am not being productive. He said I am not meeting the basic expectations of the company. Now there is a trip to Pune for a conference that I really don’t want to attend.
My manager said my attendance is a must to prove that I am still serious about my job. I have no other options left because I have no financial support from anyone else. Along with me, my colleague is coming with me for two days.
That colleague doesn’t like me at all. He knows I am not capable of handling complex work, which was true. Also, I am drawing more salary than he is, and that adds to his jealousy. But I don’t belong in this job as my skill set is different, and I have accepted the offer because of the salary.
The trip to Pune started. I met my colleague at the airport. He was sitting alone in the airport and was reading something on his mobile. I saw his screen from behind, and he was reading a sex story in the airport. I moved back and called him, and he adjusted himself and greeted me.
I saw his boner in the airport. In the office, he always acted like he hated working with me. And I had zero confidence in my skills. But during the journey, he became surprisingly kind. We had a nice conversation at the airport and on the plane.
I checked into the hotel and felt the heavy silence of the room. I lay down on the bed and opened the sex story portal that I had seen on his phone. At first, the stories felt fake. But then I found one about a neglected wife finding a beast in a stranger, and my body caught fire.
While reading the story, my fingers moved to my cunt, and after the completion of the story, I felt how wet I was. I realised I was alone for two nights with a golden opportunity. I called my office mate for dinner with a clear plan in my head.
I chose my outfit to slutty for his attention. I picked a sleeveless tee that was short. It exposed my deep navel and my waist. I purposefully let my bra straps hang off my shoulders. I pulled my short jeans down to my low hips until the waistline of my black panties was clearly visible to everyone.
I felt shy for a second. But I wanted to be used. I walked down to the restaurant with my 36C, 32 and 37 figures on full display. I was feeling the eyes of every staff member on my body. When I met my office mate at the restaurant, his face told me everything about my sense of style.
He was staring at my body and started to rub his shoulder with my shoulder. I did not behave like a good woman in the restaurant. I was totally exposed to him and gave a green signal on my intentions. He wants me to, so we had our dinner quickly.
I reached my room and swiped the key card. The door clicked open, and I stepped inside, leaving it wide open behind me. I walked straight to the centre of the room and turned around. He didn’t need any invitation. The moment the lock closed, he grabbed me and pushed me towards the wall.
We didn’t even make it to the bed. He pulled my tight T-shirt over my head and unhooked my bra, letting my 36C boobs fall into his hands. He began to lick and bite my nipples until I was arched and screaming his name. I fumbled with his belt and was desperate to see what my husband couldn’t give me anymore.
When he was finally bare, I dropped to my knees. I wanted to serve him. I started by licking him slowly. I took his dick deep into my mouth. I was giving him a long and wet blow. That made him groan and grab my hair. I felt his dick was so much bigger and harder than anything I had felt in years.
He pulled me up and tossed me onto the bed. He was pinning my wrists above my head. He did not wait for any foreplay at all. He entered me with one hard, deep thrust that hit my pussy. His thrust was so perfect that I burst into tears of pure pleasure.
He started to fuck me. His body slammed against mine with a rhythm that was loud and dirty. Every time he hit deep, I felt the void in my life being filled. We moved from the bed to the chair and then back to the floor, my legs shaking as I took every inch of him.
When he finally finished inside me, I felt a wave of peace I hadn’t known since before the pandemic. We rested for only an hour. I was still hungry. I crawled over to him and started licking his chest. I bit his nipples and moved down to his stomach. I wanted to feel him everywhere.
Again, I took his dick inside my mouth and started to give a dirty blowjob. I moved down his dick skin and licked his dick for some time. I make him groan and shaky. Then I took control and was ready for women on top. I sat on top of him.
He was taking his dick deep inside me while I looked him in the eyes. I moved my hips slowly and ground against him until we were both covered in sweat. We stayed in that position for a long time. I don’t know when we had a sleep, but we woke up early and had sex in the bathroom.
Later, we went to the office. We spent the day at the conference, pretending to be professional. But our eyes were constantly meeting. After the office, we went to the hotel, and it’s our final night in Pune. The hunger of a three-year drought had turned me into a different woman.
I was greedy and completely unashamed. As soon as the door clicked shut, I didn’t wait for him to move. I stripped off my clothes and stood before him
I was letting him see every inch of my body. He grabbed me by my hair and forced me to my knees.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I took his dick inside my mouth like a hungry slut. I was sucking his dick so deep that I could feel him hitting the back of my throat. He was growling like a beast. He was calling me a “dirty little slut” and telling me how much he loved seeing me serve him like this.
After a long and wet blow that left us both breathless. He flipped me onto my back and drove into me with a single and violent thrust. Uff! I let out a loud desi moan that echoed through the hotel room. He fucked me with a savage rhythm, his body slamming against mine with a loud, wet sound.
“Yes! Harder! Fuck me harder!” I screamed, my nails digging into his back as he filled the void I had carried for so long. That night, we had two more sessions and made him tired. I make him drink cum, and I blow him for a long time. I felt so happy after having sex.
It was a relaxing and much-needed encounter. When I returned home, it was not normal for me. My desires got heavier, and I wanted to taste sex again. I started to meet my colleague for a secret meeting. We began meeting in cheap hotels.
I didn’t care about being a good wife. I only cared about the way he made me scream and forget my miserable reality. But even that wasn’t enough to fill the three-year void. I found myself looking for more. I started seeking out other men.
I started to use dating apps and secret meetings to find the rough, physical release my husband could no longer provide. I became unethical and felt cheap. I started to sell my body for sex. I started to have sex with multiple men.
I am living a double life, a tired, hardworking mother and provider by day, and a woman hunting for pleasure by night. I was not sure where this would end. My husband is not aware of my sexual life, and I am taking money from men, which I need.
But I clearly understand that I am trapped and must come out of this problem.
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