Thanks to my deceitful ex-husband

I am Anna from Kerala, India. I am 32 years old, married, and I have two kids. My husband and I value our relationship because of the trouble we went through to get married. My husband was my boyfriend for two years before my first marriage. I was only 25 at that time. I liked him very much, but my parents were against our relationship. My parents’ happiness was more important to me than my own happiness. So I broke up with my boyfriend and got married to a man my parents selected for me. His name is Joseph. He was a bank clerk. He was handsome and smart. Initially, our relationship was good. He wanted to have kids with me when he had more money, but that didn’t stop him from having sex with me on a regular basis. He made sure I took birth control pills and satisfied my sexual desires. But I still missed my boyfriend, George.

George called me one month after I got married. I told him not to call me, but I couldn’t hang up on him because he was very heartbroken. I tried to console him, but he still struggled to forget me. So every time he called, I listened to him and consoled him. The more we talked, the more I realized I still loved him. We decided to meet after a few days.

We met in a restaurant. He was happy to see me, but he was depressed. I tried to console him, telling him he should find a good woman and get married. To lighten the mood, I even joked, “There are plenty of fish in the sea.”

He laughed, but then he said, “I love you too much to marry anyone else.”

After that meeting, we continued to meet in different places. But one day we saw my brother-in-law going into a restaurant we were about to enter. It scared me. I realized we could get caught together by relatives or friends. George lived with his parents, so I told him it would be safe to meet in my house because I was usually alone at home after my husband left for work. He agreed, and we met in my house. We used to mostly talk about general topics, but sometimes he would tell me he loves me very much and my husband is very lucky. I used to console him. At our fourth meeting, I was consoling him and we ended up hugging and kissing, just like we used to when we were dating. That day, one thing led to another, and he made love to me for the first time. George was more loving than Joseph. I wished my parents had not forced me to marry Joseph. Divorcing Joseph was not an option because of the shame it would bring my parents. I hoped having sex with George would help him get over me and move on.

After having sex with George for a month, he seemed to be getting over the depression. He would often come home during his lunch breaks. It was convenient for him because his office was just a 30-minute walk from my house. It was also safe to meet during lunchtime because Joseph didn’t come home for lunch, as his office was a 45-minute drive from home.

During this time, I was afraid of becoming pregnant while using birth control pills, because some days I would have sex with George in the afternoons, and with Joseph I would have sex at night. In addition, both men disliked wearing condoms.

Luckily, I didn’t get pregnant. I was happy with how things were going, but eight months into our marriage, Joseph told me about online chat and finding friends online. He made new friends and wanted me to have sex with him on webcam. I was naive about the internet and webcams at that time, so I agreed. We had sex while wearing masks and allowed people to watch us live online. I didn’t mind because our faces were masked, but when he came up with an even weirder idea, I thought he’d lost his mind. He told me he had a secret fantasy, which was watching me have sex with another man. I couldn’t understand what happened to him suddenly. I’d been having enough sex with him and secretly with George. I didn’t want to have sex with another man. But he pressured me so much that I ignorantly agreed just to make his fantasy come true.

I didn’t tell George about it because I assumed he would eventually get tired of having sex with me and marry a woman his family approved. So, as Joseph’s wife, my priority was to satisfy my husband.

Joseph selected the day, time, and the person he wanted me to have sex with. The day was a Saturday, and the time was 6 PM.

After two days, it was Saturday. On that day, I followed Joseph’s instructions and got ready to welcome his friend. I cooked and cleaned, then bathed and put on a medium blue-colored silk saree. His friend came home at 5:30 PM. Joseph introduced his friend as Benoy. He was good-looking and younger than I had expected. To my surprise, he was respectable and called me Chechi. His good sense of humor put me at ease. I could tell by the way he looked at me that he liked me.

Joseph and Benoy sat on the sofa in the hall. I served them alcohol and snacks. Joseph played a porn movie on TV. I drank and ate in the kitchen, overhearing their conversation with disbelief. They were discussing in which positions they should have sex with me. I couldn’t understand what had happened to my husband, but all that dirty talk was turning me on. Soon, they were sounding drunk.

I heard Joseph call me and went to the hall. “Do you want more snacks?” I asked.

“We want the main item. Come sit with us,” Joseph said, slurring his words.

They laughed as I went closer to them. I sat between them on the three-seater sofa. Benoy was on my right, and Joseph was on my left. Benoy moved close and tried to kiss me. I quickly moved my head back and looked at Joseph. “Are you sure?” I asked.

Joseph moved closer to me, kissed my lips, and said, “Yes, I am sure. I want to watch my beautiful wife having sex with my friend.”

I looked into his eyes, wondering if he was testing me.

“Just do it. You won’t regret it,” Joseph encouraged me.

I felt a hand on my belly and looked at Benoy. He caressed my belly button and said, “You are beautiful, Chechi.” He moved closer and kissed my lips. As he kissed me, Joseph lifted my saree and petticoat and squeezed my inner thighs. Benoy stopped kissing and started removing the hooks of my blouse. I looked at Joseph. He moved closer and kissed my lips. As we kissed, Benoy removed all the hooks. I stopped kissing and took off my blouse and bra. They quickly grabbed each of my breasts and squeezed very hard. “Slowly, please,” I requested.

They didn’t care. They pecked kisses on my face and neck and continued roughly squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. They took turns kissing my lips, putting their tongues inside my mouth, and kissing me wildly. Someone’s hand moved between my thighs, massaged my inner thighs, and caressed my vulva through my undies. Benoy moved down, took a nipple in his mouth, and sucked. Joseph pulled my saree down from my shoulder. He massaged the breast that was free and kissed my lips. We kissed passionately for a few minutes. Then he broke the kiss and went down to my breast. He sucked the nipple of my left breast.

They sucked my nipples while squeezing soft parts of my body. I just closed my eyes and relaxed. After a few minutes, Benoy stopped sucking, and I felt my nipple pop out freely from his mouth. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He stood up and began removing his clothes. Joseph continued sucking my nipple. One of his hands moved to my breast, which Benoy had stopped sucking. He massaged my right breast and continued sucking the nipple of my other breast. I stroked Joseph’s hair and looked at Benoy. He was completely naked. Benoy saw me looking at his penis and gave me a naughty smile. Feeling shy, I looked down at Joseph, who was peacefully sucking my nipple. I felt movement in front of me and looked at Benoy again. He was kneeling in front of me. He put his hands under my saree and pulled my undies down to my feet and removed them. Joseph stopped sucking my nipple and looked at Benoy curiously.

Benoy quickly grabbed my hips, pulled me down on the sofa, lifted my legs, spread them apart, and pushed. His sudden actions startled me. I had never been in that awkward position before. My back was still on the sofa, but my legs were lifted up and pushed back, which had lifted my bottom up. Luckily, the large cushioned seat of the sofa felt like a mattress. I looked at Joseph, who had stood up. He was seeing Benoy with a curious look on his face. I felt a lick on my anus and looked at Benoy, surprised. He licked my anus again and again, making me shiver with disbelief and a strange pleasure I had never felt before washed over me. Nobody had done that to me. I was shocked, confused, and excited. Helplessly, I moaned with pleasure and immediately felt guilty. I looked at Joseph. He was removing his clothes. I was relieved he didn’t see me moaning. I closed my eyes and let pleasure take over as Benoy kissed, nibbled, licked, sucked, and penetrated my vagina and anal passage with his tongue. I felt his tongue move from my vagina to my anus again and again. I opened my eyes, wondering what he was up to. I realized he was transferring secretion from my vagina to my anus with his tongue.

“Hey Benoy, that won’t be enough. Use Velichenna.” I heard Joseph’s voice and looked at him. Joseph kept a coconut oil bottle on the tepoy.

I looked at Joseph confused, wondering how he could allow his friend to do that to me. Joseph winked at me and stroked his penis in his fist.

Benoy pulled back and took the bottle. He oiled his fingers and pressed two fingers on my anus. His fingers slid into me. My heart started beating so fast, I had to close my eyes to calm down. Two of his fingers spread coconut oil inside, on the walls of my anal passage. I liked what Benoy was doing to me and shut my eyes.

A few minutes later, I felt something rub on my lips and opened my eyes. It was Joseph. He was kneeling on the sofa to my right, and he was pressing the head of his penis on my lips. It was erect, and the foreskin was pulled back. I took the pink crown in my mouth and sucked.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Benoy changing position. He knelt on the floor in front of me and held the sides of my waist. I felt the head of his penis between my inner lips, and my heart started to beat even faster. He pushed slowly and I sucked Joseph’s penis faster with excitement, feeling Benoy’s penis penetrating my vagina. When Benoy’s penis was fully inside me, I was so relieved. He quickly pulled and pushed it inside again. I hoped he wouldn’t stop, and he didn’t disappoint me. Holding my waist, he thrust his penis inside me repeatedly. I sucked Joseph’s penis with my eyes closed, hiding the rising waves of pleasure spreading through out my body.

As Benoy’s thrusts became harder, I sucked Joseph’s penis faster until, suddenly, my mind exploded with orgasm. I let go of the penis in my mouth and climaxed, shivering and laughing. Benoy was still thrusting his penis in my vagina again and again. I was still enjoying the release of the tension when Joseph rubbed his penis on my face and mouth. I opened my mouth to take it in my mouth when Benoy pulled his penis out of my vagina and suddenly pushed it into my anus. I threw back my head and gasped, shocked by the sudden invasion of my anal passage. It still hurt a bit. His penis was only half into me when I felt his penis ejaculating. He grabbed my breasts and thrust his penis, and I felt his semen deep in my anal passage. At the same time, Joseph pressed his penis on my lips again. I opened my mouth and took his penis in my mouth. I sucked his penis till Benoy pulled his penis out of my anus. Then Joseph pulled his penis out of my mouth and said, “It’s my turn.”

I stood up wondering what Joseph wanted to do.

“Sit, Benoy,” Joseph said.

Benoy sat on the sofa. Joseph looked at me and said, “Sit on his lap with your back towards me.”

Benoy had ejaculated just before a few minutes, and his penis was flaccid. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do sitting on his lap, but I followed Joseph’s instructions. I placed my legs astride Benoy’s legs and sat on his lap facing him. Benoy was quick to grab my breasts and suck one of my nipples.

Joseph pressed the back of my shoulders and made me lean forward on Benoy. He massaged my buttocks and the gap in between the cheeks. He spread the cheeks of my buttocks apart, and I felt the tip of his penis against my anus. My anus opened up, and his penis popped into my anus. It was a little painful even after Benoy had penetrated my anus. I tolerated it and closed my eyes. He stopped for a moment. Then I felt his penis slowly sliding into me until it was fully inside my anal passage. Instinctively, my anal muscles attempted to push his penis out. Joseph massaged my buttocks, saying, “Relax. Keep it inside. Don’t push it out…don’t push it out…don’t shit it out!”

I burst out laughing, and the men laughed with me. I felt Benoy’s hand slip between my inner thighs. Then I felt his hard penis pushing into my vagina. I looked at him. He looked into my eyes and pushed, filling my vagina with his penis and filling my heart with affection for him.

“Hmm…Chechi,” he moaned and kissed my lips. I kissed him back, and we were lost in a passionate moment.

It was the first time I had a penis in my vagina and a penis in my anal passage at the same time. The walls of my anal passage felt stretched to the maximum limit. I felt too stuffed. I could feel their penises vibrate against each other, separated only by the soft tissue between my vaginal passage and anal passage. It felt too unreal. As they moved their penis in and out, I was assured that it was real by the strange painful pleasure emanating from my anus and vagina. Luckily, the movement of the penis in my anal passage also felt smooth because of the coconut oil and Benoy’s semen.

I was sitting comfortably on Benoy’s lap and kissing him, and he was slowly moving his penis in and out of my vagina when Joseph’s thrusts became faster and faster. His crotch bounced on my buttocks, and my anus burned with the repeated movement of his penis in my anal passage. Surprisingly, the pain turned to pleasure. I just held on to Benoy as Joseph’s penis moved rapidly in and out of my anal passage. Holding Benoy’s penis firmly in my vagina, I rubbed my clitoris on his pubic mound. I moved forward and backward, stimulating my clitoris. Joseph put his hands between me and Benoy and grabbed my breasts. He gripped my breasts, adjusted his movement accordingly, and we moved in sync. When I moved back, Joseph thrust his penis into my anal passage. He bumped on my buttocks and moved me forward, which made Benoy’s penis slide outward in my vagina and also made my clitoris rub against Benoy’s pubic mound. The repeated stroking of my breasts, clitoris, and anus sent waves of ecstasy throughout my body, and climax overtook me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. To my pleasant surprise, I heard both the men groaning and felt more fluid in my anal passage and vagina. They had ejaculated at the same time. Joseph’s semen soothed the burning sensation in my anal passage. My vaginal secretion mixed with Benoy’s semen overflowed from my vagina. Benoy played with my breasts and kissed me till they finished ejaculating. Then I stood up and told them I was going for a bath.

That night, they got more drunk. Joseph came to the bedroom staggering and fell on the bed. Benoy had fallen asleep on the sofa. I went to sleep feeling satisfied, replaying the experience in my mind.

After that experience, Benoy became a frequent visitor. We had sex together at least once every week. I didn’t know why Joseph was encouraging his friend to have sex with me, but I just went along with his plan because I liked it. I also continued my relationship with George. As usual, he came during his lunch break.

Everything went well for five months. Then everything changed. One afternoon, George said he got a job in Mumbai and we should leave without telling anybody. It was unexpected and disappointing. I loved George, but after having sex with Benoy and Joseph, I was not sure about living the rest of my life only with George. I told George I wasn’t sure about running away without telling our families. He said, “Running away without telling our families is the only way we can be together because even if you divorce Joseph, our families won’t let us get married.”

He was right, but I didn’t want to divorce Joseph. So, I just told George I’ll think about it and let him know after one week. But I had to decide on the same day because of Joseph.

That evening Joseph came home at 7 pm as usual. I opened the door for him. He entered the house looking a little upset. He went to the bedroom to change his clothes. I was watching TV in the living room when I heard him call me. I went to the bedroom. He was completely naked. He told me to sit on the bed. I sat on the side of the bed thinking he must be feeling very horny. He pointed his erect penis at my mouth. I opened my mouth and sucked his penis. After a few minutes, he told me to kneel on the bed and bend over. I lifted my saree and petticoat, removed my undies, knelt on the bed, and bent over. He took coconut oil and got on top of the bed. He applied the oil in my anal passage. Then, he first penetrated my vagina, and then he penetrated my anal passage. His thrusts were hard, and his crotch hit my bottom very violently. I thought something was wrong with him, but that didn’t stop me from climaxing. After he ejaculated, I got down and went to the bathroom for a wash.

When I came out of the bathroom, he asked, “Do you know why I allowed Benoy to have sex with you?”

“Why?” I asked, curiously.

He took his mobile and showed me pictures of George and I, having sex. I was shocked and scared. I began to shiver.

“You bitch!” he yelled. “I suspected you were cheating on me and fixed secret cameras in the house. I got the evidence and immediately decided to leave you. But I thought, I should fuck you up before I forget you. That’s why I and Benoy fucked you up. Now fuck off! Get out of my house!!”

I cried and said sorry many times. But he told me to pack my bags and leave. I packed my important things in a travel bag and left the house. I called George and told him Joseph had found out about us, and he had chased me out of the house. George told me to wait for him near a shop that was close to the house.

I waited near the shop. After 10 minutes, George’s car stopped next to the shop. I got into the car, and he drove to a hotel. I stayed in the hotel for 10 days. Then George and I went to Mumbai. His new job was good, so we had a stable life. After eight months, his friends helped us to get married in a registered office, even though I was not divorced from Joseph.

Seven years later, George and I have a good relationship. We have two children, a boy and a girl. We value our relationship because of the trouble we went through to get married. I didn’t tell George about Benoy because my ex-husband’s deception caused me to make the mistake. George may be able to understand, but I am not willing to take a chance. Besides, in the hotel where I work as a manager, I’ve had sex with other men. So, I don’t want to confess my secrets to George and ruin my marriage. Thanks to my deceitful ex-husband, I’ve learned to be more careful.