Hello, my name is Olya. I am 23 years old, I am married for the fifth year, my husband's name is Sasha he is 27 years old. My husband and I, after reading stories of people, decided to tell everyone how it was with us, first I will write how it was for me and if we like people, we will write how Sasha saw it. I was 18 years old when I met Sasha, and we fell in love with each other. He became my first real man, because even though I had met with guys and even two of them, I had a blowjob, but I managed to save my virginity and she went to Sasha. We met with Sasha for half a year, we decided that we love each other and got married. Having lived for a year already married, we fell in love with each other even more, and since we both studied at the university, we decided not to have children until we were unlearned, and sex became our best activity in our free time. It was sex that we indulged in all our free time and for a year and a half of intimacy we tried probably everything that is possible except for any dirty perversions. Usually, we quickly and violently fucked, then we lay caressing each other for a long time, talking and gaining strength for a new attempt. And so it was in one evening, when suddenly Sasha asked me, and tell me who you met before.

We have not discussed this topic before, and I looked at him a little surprised and hesitated, not knowing what to say. Sasha noticed my embarrassment and said, come on, you know that I will not be jealous of the fact that it was stupid before me. The logic in his words was, and I decided not to hide anything, but to tell the truth, and gradually in the intervals between the kisses I told him about all the guys I had met with before him. Then we had sex again and that day we didn’t remember it anymore. However, after a couple of days, Sasha again raised this topic and asked to tell more. I said that I had already told about everyone, and then he asked, and what did you do on dates, I say well, as usual, you kissed, well, so just kissed and that's all? Sasha did not believe it, I began to laugh it off and say, well, not just of course, but what? Well, tell me in detail, Sasha immediately stuck. I was a little embarrassed, and at that moment I felt that his member, which I was mechanically caressing at that moment, began to come to life, he likes it! I understood, and decided, since I would not hide anything from him like that. I said well, if you so wish, I will tell you everything. Turning to face him, I began to talk, and for about three hours I told everything absolutely, it took three hours, because Sasha required the smallest details of every meeting, especially those that were related to caress and blowjob. Needless to say, all this time I caressed his penis with my hands and mouth, and he finished four times! After this evening, this topic became a frequent guest in our conversations in various variations, and was always accompanied by violent sex, caresses and complete Sasha's satisfaction.

Gradually, these memories began to please me, to excite and more and more often I myself began these conversations, caressing Sasha, and he always reacted to this with stormy excitement. Of course, the scenes with the blowjob were the most popular, I even felt sorry for myself that there were only six of them (twice with one guy and four with another). Sasha in the stories most liked what I was depraved and what I liked what I was doing. Three months passed like that, and once Sasha said that it would be nice to have something new and looked at me: I already remembered, I sighed everything with disappointment, Sasha sighed with regret, and then it dawned on me, I pressed against him and told him in his ear , there is one story that I was ashamed to tell you. He immediately hugged me, and I immediately began to write him a story with my sexual adventures.I remembered the guy who liked me, but we had nothing, and began to develop our relationship from kissing to blowjob. When I told, I noticed that Sasha somehow reacts weakly and began to strengthen my story with more depraved moments than I ever had with someone, if in my life I was persuaded by guys after long caresses, then I myself began to caress his penis and then, kneeling before him, took in her mouth. It went better, I was inspired, and on the next meeting with this guy we had anal sex, and also on my initiative. Sasha was delighted, which as usual ended with our rapid orgasm. When it was over, Sasha, hugging me, said that I was a wonderful miracle and composed perfectly, I smiled and said the main thing is that you liked it! The following times already immediately began with the stories invented by me and each time these stories became more and more depraved, I did not even suspect myself of such a capacity for fantasies! I have already tried all the options and fantasies and was a lesbian and immediately with 2-3 guys and slowly my fantasies began to repeat and dry out. My fantasy was greatly limited by the impossibility of ordinary sex, since my virginity went to Sasha, and we adhered to the credibility in stories.

Sasha again became less responsive to my stories and a new idea struck me again! One day we were not together for several hours and in the evening when we went to bed I moved closer to my husband and whispered in his ear that now he would learn a terrible secret, Sasha was a little skeptical, but he smiled with interest and moved closer to me. And just in the afternoon I saw how my ex-boyfriend drove past me by car, but in the story he stopped offered to give me a lift and on the way he took me out of town and began to pester and in the car he wasn’t alone but with a friend who was also cute and liked I and I got excited and could not refuse them and we engaged in the most depraved sex. And then, seeing that Sasha was pulling out his brains from excitement, I gave up my imagination, since there were no limitations anymore. For two hours I was fucked in all holes not only by these two, but also four more guys whom my ex called at my request! What happened with Sasha is difficult to describe in words, and I was very excited. When it was all over and we had difficulty breathing and came to our senses, Sasha said that at some point he almost believed me and from this he was even more ruined the roof. So we continued for a month and a half, and one evening Sasha suddenly stunned me, Olya said he, and I want it so true!
How perplexedly did I interrupt in half a word? And as you tell!
My first thought was: fucked up, swam! And how do you imagine this? - I asked. Well, find a guy and have sex with him, he said. I gathered my thoughts in a pile and said: Sasha, I love you and I will never change you EVER! Therefore, this idea you can once and for all get rid of your head! Sasha said nothing and that day we went to bed without sex. Three days passed, we stopped sulking at each other and everything was fine at first glance. However, on the fourth day, Sasha began a new conversation with a proposal to make, so that there would be no betrayal, he suggested that we include the third guy in our sex, explaining that if we are with him then this is not cheating and that many couples are doing it. I refused again, but probably not so categorically, and Sasha, feeling the slack, began to persuade me. I will not retell all this for three days and, in the end, he forced me to promise to think about it, which I gave in the hope that he would go crazy and change his mind. Well, as usual, the claw got stuck, and the bird disappeared, Sasha dragged me into discussions of this issue and slowly I began to lose ground under his pressure, and I even rejected discussing specific candidates under various pretexts, the main fear of which was publicity. Sasha, having touched all his acquaintances, agreed with me that if he finds a suitable one for all my parameters, I will not mind without additional approvals.Two weeks passed, and I began to calm down, when suddenly Sasha came in the evening and brought Dima his distant relative, on whose maternal line I only saw at a wedding with his wife.

Dima was then 28 years old to his wife Natasha 22, when I saw Sasha's hands with a bottle of martini and I immediately understood his cunning glance that he was a candidate. Dima sat in the hall I turned on ...