I am Mary, a 42-year-old housewife.
My husband, John, 45, is a businessman.
We were a close couple, but our intimate life had dwindled to once a month over the past few years.
When our only son left home for further studies, I started working part-time at a supermarket.
Three months into the job, the store manager was transferred, and we had a farewell party.
At the farewell party, I drank too much at the urging of the supervisor, Michael, 32, and passed out.
In my sleep, I had a dream.
In the dream, my husband was running his tongue all over my naked body, especially sucking and nibbling on my sensitive nipples, making me moan.
When his tongue traced my private parts and teased my clitoris, I climaxed quickly.
My husband then spread my legs wide, positioning himself to enter me.
Having already climaxed several times from his caresses, I accepted him.
'It's harder and thicker than usual...' I thought, wrapping my arms around his back and moaning louder than usual.
'...Mary, it feels so good...'
Huh? '...Mary...' It was Michael's voice.
Yes.
I thought I was having sex with my husband in my dream, but Michael had taken me to a love hotel while I was unconscious.
Realizing it was Michael, I resisted, but my 42-year-old mature body succumbed to the pleasure as he thrust in and out of me.
'Mary... I'm about to come. I'll do it inside.'
'Please don't! I'll get pregnant!' I pleaded, and Michael pulled out, ejaculating on my stomach.
As he wiped the semen off my stomach, he showed me his phone, saying, 'I took pictures of your lewd poses...'
I begged him to delete the photos, but he said, 'If you become my sex friend, I'll delete them,' and I reluctantly agreed.
After that, he took me to the bathroom, made me take his member in my mouth, and then took me from behind while I was bent over the bathtub.
Back in the room, he stripped off my towel again and took me on the bed.
He demanded that I repeat after him as he penetrated me.
'...I, Mary Smith, will be Michael's sex friend... I will have sex whenever Michael desires... Please use my private parts... Have sex with me...'
'Ahh... Ahh... No... I'm coming... Mary... I'm coming... I'm coming... Michael... I'm coming... My private parts are coming...'
Excited by the vulgar words I don't usually use, I reached another climax.
Finally released by Michael, I rushed out of the hotel room and hurried home.
Checking my phone on the way, I saw countless missed calls from my husband.
I had it on vibrate, so I didn't notice, but I couldn't have answered in that situation anyway.
Unsure whether to tell my husband about being with another man for the first time, I arrived home.
Nervously opening the door, I saw my worried husband's face... I threw myself into his arms and cried.
I decided to tell him everything.
After hearing my story, he took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
'Mary... get naked and lie on the bed...'
'...Wait... I haven't showered...'
'Just get naked...'
Reluctantly, I lay naked on the bed.
'...Spread your legs...'
In the bright bedroom, my husband looked at my private parts, which had been violated by Michael's member just moments ago...
I felt the love juices flowing from my private parts, still sensitive from Michael's touch.
'It's red and swollen... So wet. How many times did he do it?'
'...I'm sorry... Three times...'
'Three times... Did it feel good?'
'..................'
'Did it feel good?'
'...I'm sorry...'
Hearing my response, my husband also got naked.
He suddenly thrust into my private parts.
'...Did he do this to you?'
'Ugh... Yes...'
'...Damn it...'
'...Please forgive me...'
'Did you come while moaning?'
'..................'
'Did you come? How many times?'
'...I don't know... Ahh... Ahh... You're so rough...'
'Did he make you come so many times you lost count?'
'Ahh... Yes... I'm sorry...'
'Didn't he tell you to keep having sex with him?'
'...He did... He said to be his sex friend... Ahh... Yes...'
'If you hadn't told me everything tonight, would you have become his sex friend?'
'...Probably...'
'He might have made you his toy, having threesomes or sex with other men...'
'No... That's scary...'
'Should I make you that kind of woman?'
'...Will you forgive me? If you forgive me for tonight, I'll do whatever you say. I'll become the woman you want, so please forgive me...'
'But... I can't forgive him...'
'...Please... Make me forget tonight... I'll become the lewd wife you want...'
That night, my husband also ravished me, leaving me exhausted by morning.
The next day, my husband called the supermarket, and the truth came out. Michael was fired, and I quit my part-time job.
Since then, our once-a-month intimate life has become frequent, and my husband desires me often.
When we went to a hot spring, my husband took me to a mixed bath.
I was the only woman among about ten men, including my husband.
As soon as we got into the bath, my husband stripped off my towel, exposing me to the men.
He laid a towel on the washing area and ordered me to masturbate on it, making me moan lewdly and climax in front of the strangers.
My husband seems to get excited by me having sex with others.
He has invited his friends from his school days to our home, showing them my lewd photos and DVDs, and making me entertain them almost naked before they and my husband make love to me.
Next month, my husband will be on a business trip for a week.
During that time, I will be lent to his friend.
His friend runs a company and has a villa in the mountains, where I will be used as a public toilet woman by his friends for a week.
Even I have worries.
My husband urges me to have sex with our son.
Unable to refuse, I went to Tokyo to see our son last week.
After talking late into the night, we lay down to sleep side by side.
An hour later, my son was still awake, tossing and turning.
In the futon next to him, I took off my pajamas, leaving only my underwear.
When I put my hand inside my panties, I was already soaking wet.
Stimulating myself with my fingers, I let out lewd moans.
The thought of my son hearing me amplified the stimulation.
Deliberately throwing off the blanket, I masturbated where my son could see.
'...Mom...' my son said.
He was also stroking his member.
I moved closer to him, saying, 'Let me do it for you...' and took him in my mouth.
'Mom... It feels so good... I'm about to come... Mom... I'm coming.'
'It's okay... Come... I'll drink it...'
'...Ugh...'
My son ejaculated in my mouth.
As I swallowed, he said, 'I want to have sex with you, Mom.'
Even after ejaculating, he was still hard and pushed me down, aiming his member at me. Just then...
'...Click...'
The front door opened.
'Hey, can I stay over tonight?' It was my son's friend.
Fortunately, the layout of the house meant he couldn't see us, so our incestuous act wasn't discovered.
When I reported to my husband that it ended in an attempt, he said, 'Why don't you go to Tokyo again...'
My son emailed me, 'Mom, I want to continue...'
Soon, I will probably have incest with my son.
Since that drunken mistake, my life has changed drastically.
How far will I go as a lewd housewife?
