My husband is a slut.
Everything was very ceremonial and by the book. A wedding with numerous guests, a beautiful white dress, strict parents. The first wedding night, where I was deflowered in a rather banal way. A year flew by, and nothing really changed. I tried to bring some variety by dressing up as a nurse or a flight attendant, but somehow no spark ever flickered in my husband.
At one of the birthday parties, my beloved drank quite a lot. I tried to persuade him to go to sleep, but he demanded the celebration continue. He suggested playing cards for wishes. Realizing that arguing with a drunk man was pointless, I obediently took the cards in my hands.
"Well, darling, if you lose – I fuck you in the ass," declared my dear husband. Then I asked what I would get for winning, to which he replied that I could kiss his ass.My indignation reached its limits. I proposed another option – if I win – I fuck him in the ass with my fingers. He looked stunned, but since he was too drunk and overconfident – he agreed. Amazingly, the cards were in my favor, even though I hadn't played in about five years. After winning, I asked if he agreed to offer me his butt, to which he yelled and slapped me. I cried and wanted to leave. But he suggested playing one more time, this time promising to fulfill everything. I managed to win, simply because luck was on my side that evening, and they say beginners have all the luck.
I asked him to undress and get on all fours. I had never done anything like that before, but it was as if a sense of power, even cruelty, arose within me. Lubricating my fingers with cream, I began to insert them into his ass. He groaned in pain and asked me to stop. At those words, a demon possessed me; I started pushing deeper and deeper, not just one finger anymore, I wanted him to feel everything we women feel. Getting carried away, I didn't notice that he had started thrusting his ass back at me, I saw that he had begun rubbing his cock, and after several thrusts of my fingers into his ass, I felt my husband cum, for a long time, like never before.
Afterwards, he fell into a drunken sleep, and I decided to take note of my husband's unusual inclinations. The next day, while he was away, I ordered a strap-on from a website, choosing the most attractive and ribbed one. I planned to get my beloved drunk and fuck him with the strap-on, devising a cunning plan for it, which I'll tell you about later.