Life's Dramas: Confessions of a Nymphomaniac

Abstract

This work is a product of the author's sick imagination and has nothing in common with reality. All characters, names, surnames, geographical names, and the names of any establishments and firms are fictitious, and any coincidences with real ones are accidental.

Not recommended for persons with mental illnesses, pregnant women, and those under 18 years of age, as the text contains explicit sexual scenes and scenes of violence in places.

All characters in the work are adults.

1. The Decision.

— I met my future husband at the institute. We

studied together, in the same group. And we started dating after the first year. Before him, I had no relationships with anyone, I hadn't even kissed anyone. And then feelings flared up, and we couldn't go a day without each other.

I gave him my virginity just a month after our first kiss. It just suddenly happened one day when we came to my place, and my parents weren't there, they had gone to the dacha for the weekend. It happened and I couldn't stop.

I liked sex so much that I was the initiator more often than Sasha. We even fucked at the movies, in the back row. Fucked on a bench in the park and in the stairwell of our own building. At every student party, at friends' places. On every trip to the countryside for barbecues, everywhere and anywhere.

This continued until the end of our studies. And right after graduating from the institute, we got married. I went to work as a teacher, in my field. Sasha tried to earn money, so he changed jobs until he got a job at a factory, a defense enterprise with a good salary, earning about four times more than me.

We rented an apartment. Neither my parents nor his had money for housing, and we ourselves weren't really earning. And only after he started earning well did we start saving for an apartment. We thought about a mortgage but couldn't decide.

Three years passed like that, and everything was fine, if not for the sex. It was becoming less and less. Sasha was very tired, so, in the end, we only had sex on weekends. Good if two days in a row, but more often just once.

And then he was transferred to a shift schedule, and he started spending more time at work, there were night shifts. There simply were no more weekends; they became short breaks between workdays. And there was even less sex. Sometimes a month would pass from one time in bed to the next.

Apparently, because of this, feelings also cooled. There was less and less attention from Sasha towards me. He forgot dates, stopped giving flowers, just saved everything for the apartment. I couldn't even remember when we last went somewhere together. We argued more and more over little things...

The topic of a "threesome" came up somehow unnoticed. I don't even remember how it started. Seems like we were watching some movie or series, and there was exactly such a couple who tried to invite a third into their bed to revive their relationship.

I remember that Sasha suddenly jokingly suggested arranging a "threesome," inviting a boy or a girl into our bed. I just laughed then. Said that he definitely wanted a girl, to cheat on me legally, with my consent. But a boy who would fuck me in front of him, he would never want that. He got flustered then, denied it, of course, but we dropped the conversation.

And then, literally a week later, this topic came up again. Right after sex, Sasha suddenly said he wouldn't mind watching another man fuck me. Maybe he wasn't enough for me and that's why I wasn't coming.

Yes, I didn't experience orgasm. Not once in all the time we fucked. Not when we were students, not when we became husband and wife. I already thought I was frigid and just gave up. I felt good with my husband, what more did I need? Well, it doesn't happen, so what?.. You can live like that. And have sex too.

But his words made me doubt. I started thinking a lot about this topic, went online. And I learned a lot of new things for myself. About sex and the female orgasm. I even decided to buy myself some toys, try masturbating. But then I kind of forgot again. Yes, I didn't masturbate. Never. Until a certain point, but more on that later...

Anyway, friends invited us to celebrate a birthday at a cafe. Karaoke, hookah, dancing and singing, lots of alcohol – everything was there, we had a great time. And somehow, everyone gradually left, and my husband and I were left alone.

And then he suddenly, with some jealousy and unexpected lust, drunk, points to a guy at the bar. And asks, wouldn't I like to fuck him? Do I like him enough to sleep with him?

And I, also drunk and aroused by his words, blurt out that I wouldn't mind if he allowed me. And if he participated himself. I remembered his words about a "threesome."

Joke or not, but I really got turned on by the thought of someone besides my husband, my only man, fucking me. Especially if he would take part in it.

And he takes and tells me that he'll go now and arrange it with the guy, he obviously won't refuse to fuck such a beauty...

That's when I got scared, and in the end, I talked Sasha into going home. We rode in silence in the taxi, and at home he brought up the topic again and came onto me. Fucked me and asked if I wanted another cock, if I wanted to tumble with two at once, and so on...

And I, aroused and drunk, answered that I did. Mostly, of course, I was giving in to his drunk fantasies, but such talks turned me on too.

And a couple of days later, before bed, Sasha suddenly brought up the topic of a "threesome" again. And quite seriously suggested trying it. Who knows, maybe it would really revive our sex life. Plus, like, he's such a possessive type, he's my only one, but he had girlfriends before me, and that's like unfair, I should also try other guys...

I was a bit in shock, but what he was saying was actually true. I had thought many times about what it was like – to have sex with others, not just my husband. Sometimes fantasies on this topic would pop into my head, but I chased those thoughts away.

In the end, we talked it over to the point where I even suggested he invite some girl into bed, even call a prostitute, if he wanted a "threesome." But Sasha refused, stating that first let it be a man, and then we'll see.

We decided to try. The thought was wild, I was shaking all over. But we went online to read everything about this topic. It turned out that everyone recommends doing it with a stranger, so as not to ruin the relationship later. It is what it is. But with acquaintances and friends, you can't, it can ruin the marriage and so on...

Anyway, we decided, in the end, to pick up a guy at a bar. They go there anyway hoping to pick up a girl for the night. We'll find one like that and try to offer him to participate in a "threesome." And at the end of the week, we were sitting in the nearest bar...

I was shaking wildly. I couldn't believe this was happening in real life. That I was going to fuck someone besides my husband. And that he was giving the green light to all this. Moreover, he was going to arrange it with the man himself.

We sat for a long time. My husband pointed at men, asked me if I liked this one or that one. I kept refusing. Not because I didn't like anyone, but because I was afraid, chickening out.

We sat for a long time, a couple of hours, probably. And then, already understanding that it was all because of my indecisiveness, Sasha said he would choose a guy for me himself.

I got scared. Terribly. And he had already chosen. He got up from the table and went to the bar counter. I, wide-eyed, with a pounding heart, watched as he approached, introduced himself to some handsome guy, clearly out hunting. Points in my direction. That guy waves, I wave back. And I'm already wet down there, and so nervous it's indescribable. Burning with shame.

I jumped up from the table, ran to my husband, grabbed his arm, and dragged him out of the bar. At the exit, he asked, surprised and irritated, what was wrong. And I honestly admitted to him that I was scared. A complete stranger, what kind of person is he and so on...

Anyway, I babbled whatever came to mind and dragged him home. And Sasha said he didn't even have time to make the guy an offer, just showed him he was there with his wife.

There was hot sex with my husband at home. But again, no orgasm. He came alone. And, satisfied, crashed to sleep.

We dropped the topic. Or so it seemed then. I still remembered it when my husband wasn't home, got turned on, but that was it. Until my husband came home with Vitalik.

2. First Experience.

He was a tall, slender young man, studied on a parallel course and often hung out in our group. I always liked him, but I never even thought about fucking him, no. Friends are friends.

An hour later, already pretty tipsy, I suddenly felt Vitalik's eyes on me. He had clearly relaxed from the drinking and stopped controlling himself. Whether it was the lack of a girlfriend and, possibly, sex, or some other factors, but I suddenly understood that he wanted me, as a man. And that wildly aroused me.

I seized the moment when Vitalik left the kitchen for the bathroom, and told my husband that with him, with Vitalik, I wouldn't mind fucking. Sasha was taken aback, then thoughtfully said he hadn't thought about it, but if I wanted, it would happen right here and now.

I don't know what came over me, but I suddenly decisively answered yes, I want to. And my husband nodded, and his eyes just lit up with lust. Said I would do what he said and agree with him.

First, he sat me on his lap when Vitalik returned to the table. I was in light home shorts and a tank top without a bra. He hugged me, as if casually, kissed me, then grabbed my breast with one hand, started stroking my knees with the other.

Vitalik noticeably tensed up. And when, a few minutes and a couple of sips of beer later, Sasha kissed me again and slipped his hand under my tank top, feeling for my nipple, Vitalik suddenly hurried to leave, saying it seemed like we needed to go to the bedroom.

And Sasha suddenly says he doesn't have to hurry, that I've wanted a "threesome" for a long time. Asks me if that's true, I answer, yes, I've wanted it for a long time.

Vitalik froze, rooted to the spot, and my husband lifts my tank top and asks his friend, like, can you really refuse this? And shakes my tits in front of Vitalik. And he's just standing there stunned, eyes wide, not taking his gaze off my tits, as if hypnotized.

Sasha lifts me to my feet, stands up, and tells me to take Vitalik to the bedroom, that we're wasting time. And I take his hand and pull him after me. He goes, not resisting...

I don't remember how I got undressed or was undressed. Don't remember how my husband and his friend got undressed. I only remember lying on my back on the bed, naked, and four male hands are roaming over me. And kissing my lips, first one, then the other.

And then their lips closed on my nipples... I always lacked affection. Foreplay was short with Sasha, and I always wanted my husband's lips to cover both nipples at once, but that was impossible, and here it suddenly happened.

The high was just unreal. But then it got even better. Vitalik's kisses went lower and lower, and now his lips and tongue were between my legs...

Sasha never went down on me. From time to time, he'd lightly kiss the area of my pussy, but never licked. Never. And Vitalik... licked!

It was unreal awesome, sensations I had never experienced before. Not so much the cunnilingus itself, which our institute friend was doing for me just like that, but also that Sasha kept caressing my breasts. Lips on my pussy and lips on my tits – unbelievably magical sensations!

I was just blissed out, already feeling enveloped by some warmth, anticipation of something wonderful, but then they stopped licking me down there. And up top too. I opened my eyes and saw Vitalik looming over me, one hand guiding his cock right between my legs. And Sasha just sat down nearby and watched wide-eyed as his friend was about to enter his wife.

Vitalik had barely started moving inside me when Sasha turned my head towards him and shoved his cock into my lips. I opened my mouth and started sucking as best I could. Though, he was more fucking my mouth, just fucking it.

And I felt, with every minute, getting more and more aroused, moaned and closed my eyes from pleasure. Two cocks inside me! Like in porn!

They turned me over. I got on all fours on the bed. Behind – Vitalik. In front, legs spread wide – my husband. I gave him a blowjob as best I could while his friend fucked me. And then, a couple of minutes later, I came...

It was just some unreal explosion of pleasure! I had never experienced anything like it. Later it turned out I was twitching and squealing, slipped off their cocks and writhed on the bed, then curled up in a ball and went quiet. But I didn't remember that, I was hit so hard I thought I passed out. That was the first orgasm of my life!..

I came to because someone was on top of me fucking. Opened my eyes – my husband over me, pounding me with some frenzy in his eyes. Vitalik next to me, sitting and stroking his dick. Saw I was awake, moved closer, and shoved his cock into my lips. And so I, like I did for my husband before, started sucking him. Then they put me on my knees again, and my husband fucked me from behind while I gave his friend a blowjob.

Soon Sasha wheezed, pulled his cock out of me, and suddenly pulled my hair quite painfully, turned me towards him, and came in my mouth, on my lips, on my face. Finished and collapsed, fell on the bed exhausted, all sweaty. I returned to his friend's cock and continued sucking Vitalik. But he was ready too. Suddenly snorted loudly and froze, holding my head on his cock. And filled my mouth with his seed.

Holy shit! I tasted someone else's cum, not my husband's, for the first time! It was wild, unbelievably arousing! Two men came in my mouth! One after the other!..

We didn't rest long. I gathered the cum from my face and licked it off my fingers. Just suddenly wanted to. The men recovered pretty quickly and started caressing me again. Then Vitalik entered me again, and I relaxed so much that I threw my legs over his back, bucked under him while my husband lay next to us and jerked off, watching.

And I came again! Under another man! Right in front of my husband!

Then they put me on top of my husband, while Vitalik gave me his in my mouth, started twisting me in different ways. On my side, doggy style again, fucked my head, swapped...

And I came once more! The orgasm came exactly when my husband was fucking me, watching me suck his friend...

He waited until I stopped twitching, and started pounding me again, then came inside my vagina, not even asking, as usual, if it was okay or not. Just came inside me and immediately pulled out, sprawled out, satisfied, next to me.

His place was immediately taken by Vitalik. Didn't mind that my vagina had my husband's cum in it, started pounding me and soon also dumped his load in there,