When I tell my story, I think you’ll understand why I was enraged at my husband for the situation he put me in by shooting his mouth off about really intimate matters that were nobody’s business but our own.

It still burns me up that he could have done such a thing.

It started about a year ago, when Joseph and I went out dancing and got pretty wasted. After returning home and fucking like wild animals, we began to share our secret fantasies. Joseph shocked me by saying that he fantasized about watching me being fucked by a guy with a big cock. I told him his dick was big enough to keep me happy, but he said, “Come on now, you’ve had bigger, and I’m not stupid. I’m sure that from time to time you still would like to get that tasty blonde pussy of yours stretched to the max by a guy with a much larger cock.”

I should say that Joseph is a very good lover. (We’re both 26, and have been married for five years.)

Although his dick isn’t unusually large, its banana‑shaped bend never fails to rub my G-spot the right way. I also find his dick much more comfortable to suck than a larger one, and his balls are actually quite large. When he comes, he really gushes, and as a result, although I’ve never enjoyed actually swallowing come, I developed a passion for sucking him off regularly.

All that said, Joseph was right, at least up to a point: I did have occasional desires to venture beyond our marriage bed. But he was wrong about me being a size queen. With a great deal of hesitation, I explained that that wasn’t what I sometimes fantasized about. Rather, my secret fantasy was to be totally dominated. I imagined being blindfolded and tied spread-eagle to a bed to submit to being fucked by a number of unknown partners.

Joseph delivered me a good sound fucking, bringing me off like a rocket before blasting his load in me. After that we never spoke about what we had shared with each other that evening.

A week or so later my hubby got up early to go golfing with his boss. The course is about two hours away, and I knew from the many Saturdays he went that it would be an all-day affair. After seeing him off, I went back to bed, but was soon awakened by the doorbell.

I sleep in the nude, and when I got out of bed, I just slipped on my robe. When I opened the door, I was greeted by the smiling face of our next-door neighbor Adam. Adam is a big, burly guy about six feet four, 225 pounds. He is ruggedly handsome, and although he’s only 28, he’s worked construction all his life, so his face is well-weathered. Of course all that heavy outdoor work has made him extremely masculine physically.

Adam asked if he could use our phone, as his phone for some reason wasn’t working. I welcomed him in and offered him a cup of coffee. After calling the phone company, he followed me into the kitchen. I turned around to ask him what the phone company said, and suddenly he took me in his muscular arms and kissed me passionately.

I found myself returning the kiss, and then with all the resistance within me I pulled away. “Christ, Adam, I’m a married woman!” I exclaimed. “What could you be thinking?”

“Look,” he said, “Joseph told me that you fantasize about being forced to have sex, and to be completely honest with you, I think you’re one amazing woman. If you’re up for it, I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

At first I was embarrassed. Then I got extremely pissed off and said angrily, “I can’t believe he would share something so intimate with you.”

“Come on, let me give you what you need!” he replied, and I suddenly noticed that my robe had come open and he was staring at my naked body.

This giant of a man took my hand, and we headed for the bedroom. I couldn’t believe I was going along with this! He slid my robe off my shoulders, then bent down and began roughly sucking on and nibbling at my swollen “bee-stung” nipples. “God, you’ve got sexy tits!” he murmured. “I love how your nipples come out, like they’re just begging to be sucked.”

He eased me onto the bed and kissed down my torso, then buried his face in between my open thighs. I lay back and gave myself over to his oral attack. His oral technique was different from any other lover I had. He pressed his mouth over my aching clitoris, then gently bit down around its base. With the tip of his tongue he began giving rapid feather-like licks to the tip, and with his thick, callused fingers he rubbed upward against the inside of my mound, then fucked in and out of my dripping gash.

When the pleasure became too intense, I pushed his face away from my quivering pussy. He stood up and began to undress. His torso was well-defined and muscular, and very hairy, unlike my undefined, hairless husband’s. The difference excited me.

Adam kicked off his work boots and slid his jeans and briefs down his tree-trunk legs, which like the rest of him were covered with dark hair. Even in its half-hard state his dick was thick and extended outward from his groin. It was uncircumcised, and I had never seen an uncircumcised dick. As he stepped forward, I slipped off the bed onto my knees before him. His balls weren’t much larger than Joseph’s, but his dick sure was!

I took it in my hands and stroked the heavy foreskin back, exposing the mushroom-shaped tip. I bent forward and licked all around the groove under the crown. His dick had a more acrid flavor than any I had sucked, and a much heavier, headier scent. It was so different from all those other dicks that I yearned to taste it and feel it inside me.

I lovingly licked and sucked Adam’s manhood, including his sweaty, hairy balls, one at a time, something I’d never done with any other man. He seemed to enjoy the treatment. He grabbed the back of my head, and his dick began to convulse, until his seed began filling my mouth. I swallowed every tangy, slightly sour drop.

The more I sucked that awesome slab, the more I ached to feel it inside me. It remained erect even after his powerful orgasm. He stepped away and ordered me onto the bed. He asked where I kept my stockings, and when I told him, he proceeded to bring my fantasy to life! He tied my hands and feet to the headboard and footboard of the bed, then tied a scarf over my eyes.

I gathered he was talking into his cell phone. “It’s me — Yes, I’ve got her all fired up, and she’s tied up and ready for action.” To me he said sternly, “You’re ready to get fucked, aren’t you, slut?”

I hissed lustfully, “Yes!” I wondered, was he really talking to someone, or was he playing a game?

“Well, hurry up!” he said into the phone. “You want to fuck her in the ass? — Yeah, she does have a nice bubble butt, doesn’t she?”

After Adam clicked the phone off, he said, “You like to get it up the ass, slut? You’re going to get your ass fucked silly when the fellows get here!” He opened my mouth and stuffed his briefs in it, then tied a stocking around my mouth to hold them in place. “You look sexy as hell all tied up with my briefs stuffed in your pretty mouth! You love being my personal slut, don’t you?”

Adam began rubbing my clitoris and finger-fucking my vaginal opening and anus at the same time. I was in ecstasy. He massaged my breasts with his big, rough hands and pinched my nipples hard, twisting them and drawing a painfully excited squeal from me.

He climbed on the bed and pressed his thick dick roughly against my opening. As he eased his way in me, I cried out and groaned into the briefs wadded in my mouth. His dick was by far the thickest I’d ever had inside me, and his big balls slapping against my anus coupled with his licking and biting on my nipples sent erotic chills throughout me. I loved being manhandled this way! He buried himself in me, with his balls pressing against my anus, and I felt his come coating my insides.

While I was lying under Adam with his dick embedded in me, the doorbell rang. He dismounted quickly. I tried to talk but of course couldn’t with his briefs still stuffed in my mouth.

“Damn,” I heard a deep voice say, “would you look at that babe? I knew her body would be banging under those clothes.” It sounded like Ralph, another neighbor. I began to get excited at the thought of having a stranger stare at my naked body and my mostly shave blonde mound.

“You weren’t lying,” another man said. “She is one fine chick. Can I fuck that sexy rosebud ass?”

Another deep voice chimed in, “I want to bust off in her fucking mouth and make her swallow every drop of my come. The little whore wouldn’t even talk to me last Christmas at Drew and Connie’s!”

I recognized that voice as Mr. Benjamin, a neighbor in his late 50s. And I remembered the incident well. He was drunk out of his mind at that party, and came on to me! I had to fight him off, and of course put as much distance between us as possible.

Now the talk turned into action. One of the men mounted me, and as he slid in me knocked the air out of my lungs. “Damn, this is some tight pussy!” he wailed, and he fucked me like gangbusters till I was on the verge of coming. Then he untied my gag and pulled Adam’s soaked briefs out of my mouth.

I took a deep breath, then cried out, “Give it to me! Fuck me!”

“Oh, I’ll give it to you all right,” he said, and then pulled completely out of me. The next thing I knew, his dick was nudging my mouth open and he was filling it with sweet-tasting semen. He rubbed his thick, hot dick all over my face, coating it with his come.

The men untied my hands and feet, then positioned me on my knees in the center of the bed and retied my hands behind my back. They left the blindfold in place. Then I had an impressive-size dick nudging its way in my mouth, and I knew from the voice saying, “Suck it, you fucking little blonde whore,” that it was Mr. Benjamin. Chills ran up my spine! He fucked my mouth roughly, as if it was a vagina. “That’s it, you little cunt!” he cried. “Swallow my whole fucking dick down your throat!”

My loins were on fire! I felt a thick finger greasing up my anus, and I knew I was about to lose my anal virginity. Just as Mr. Benjamin had finally stopped choking me on his old dick (which I had to admit was rather tasty), I felt the pressure increasing on my anus. It was pretty intense as a hot shank sank into my bowels, but soon enough the pain changed into an erotic sensation unlike anything I had ever felt. Soon I was pushing against my ass-fucker, trying to get as much of his dick in me as I could.

Then there was a dick probing my mouth which I recognized as Mr. Benjamin’s, jabbing at me until it released a wash of watery semen. Suddenly the man fucking my ass flooded it, and I exploded in climax.

It was like I went into a trance! And when I came to, I was being placed on top of one of the men and lowered onto his thick dick until it was embedded in me. Then another dick was pressed against my lips to be serviced. While I sucked feverishly on the dick in my mouth and bounced merrily up and down on the dick in my vagina, I felt another dick probing my anus!

In short order I had dicks in all three of my openings! I hadn’t even included this among my fantasies! All three dicks fucked me raw, and I was covered in come by the time Adam sent the others on their way and then untied me and took the blindfold off.

I got a real shock when Adam said, “Now as far as your husband is concerned, we’re just going to keep this our little secret.” All along I assumed he had set this up with Joseph! In fact, he had set this up on his own, just based on my husband shooting his mouth off about our private business!

As I said at the start of this letter, I was mad as hell when I found out that Joseph had shot his mouth off, and I still consider that inexcusable. It was no fun having to face all our neighbors after what happened. And remember, it’s not just Ralph and Mr. Benjamin. I had some guesses as to who the other guys might be, but really, they could have been any of our other neighbors!

After a while I got over that, though. What do I care what those fuckheads think? I doubt that Ralph and Mr. Benjamin even know that I recognized them. The fact is that those assholes all had probably the best sex of their miserable lives thanks to you-know-who.

And I guess I have to thank my stupid husband for what he unwittingly set in motion. First of all, he made it possible for me to live out my fantasy, and while it wasn’t at all the way I imagined it, it was even hotter. I’ve never been so sexually satisfied, and I had the thrill of sending all those guys home satisfied beyond their dreams.

There’s one more thing, which maybe I shouldn’t admit, but I have continued seeing Adam. The jerk showed up the next day bringing me some idiotic mask he had bought that had tiny locks on both sides so that, he said, I wouldn’t be able to take it off or see who he brought over to fuck me, now that I was his “bitch slut.” Really, now!

I told him to go fuck himself and that the domination shit was just a fantasy and it was over. I added, though, that if he just wanted to fuck me, he was welcome to do that anytime we could arrange some alone time — and the only equipment he had to bring was his gorgeous giant sex machine of a body. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I did the only thing a girl could do under the circumstances. I ripped off all his clothes and ravished him every way I could think of. I think we established that Adam is now my slut.

It occurred to me when I set out to write this letter that Joseph might see it and get one hell of a surprise. Actually, I kind of hope he does. In fact, if you print this letter, I may buy him a copy of the magazine just to make absolutely sure! Then we’ll see if he’s the kind of husband who will want to see my sex god and me fuck our oversexed brains out!