Wife Can Only Cum From Men She Hates

Story idea I had.. wife and husband very much in love but wife hates the neighbors, they’re sexist, chauvinistic, and hate seeing her as a woman who has accomplished so much but after an encounter with one of them she stumbles into a horrific realization.. these men can make her cum while her husband cannot… this sends her into a tailspin of depravity and self debasement to become the slut they wanna use, turning her into the neighborhood slut
HOT!!!!!!!!!
 
I can cum with just about anyone, but when I hate men, its so much better. My husband's friend is such an asshole, the only reason we hooked up was that he took advantage of me when I was drunk and slutty, but I still love fucking him. Theres a few other guys I can stand but I love to fuck them don't know if it's that it's wrong, the fact that guys like fucking me despite our negative emotions, or it's some sick form of revenge, but I have the best orgasms with them.
 
I can cum with just about anyone, but when I hate men, its so much better. My husband's friend is such an asshole, the only reason we hooked up was that he took advantage of me when I was drunk and slutty, but I still love fucking him. Theres a few other guys I can stand but I love to fuck them don't know if it's that it's wrong, the fact that guys like fucking me despite our negative emotions, or it's some sick form of revenge, but I have the best orgasms with them.
that is hot
 
I often get turned on by things I would usually hate. I sometimes think it’s the masochist in me, punishing myself and heightening the excitement x
True, the thing is that I don't like pain or being disrespected. It's just guys I hate and showing off
 
That was kind of the turning point i was going for.. her realizing while respectful and loving her husband is a beta and the men she hates are the alphas she’s always wanted to be used by.. what follows is her falling out of love with her husband and in love with his antithesis who objectifies her.

.. what follows is her falling out of love with her husband and in love with his antithesis who objectifies her.

Replace this. It’s too nice. She has to stay loving her husband. She needs to continue to hate the neighbors. The self hate generated by the dichotomy will be horrific.



She even tests the basic premise. She figures since she’s already cheating she can fuck others. She gets flirty with different hot guys. She doesn’t know them and feels that without knowing them she can fuck without the hatred. The guilt will also be less because its not as depraved as sleeping with guys she hates.



Except it’s a total failure. It seems as if it should have worked. With their clothes off they were all so fine. They all had decent to extraordinary dicks because a large visual bulge was required. She followed that up later with a feel of what was to come. It was a selection criteria. They each had approached with respect and a little humor. When they did the deed they had the touch and technique that should have resulted in a lot of screaming. Instead, she faked most of her part. Just like when she was with her husband. Making it an absolute failure that she still felt guilt for cheating.



She only had one success. It’s the one that brought that experiment to a close. She’d gotten bored with it. Spending the time to chase down bad sex was exhausting. Shehad very little energy as it was after fucking the asshole neighbors. So, being a bit tired she didn’t consider her choice carefully. There had been some early warnings she’d ignored. It turned out the guy was a total asshole. Even worse than her neighbors. It was the best sex she’d ever had. She couldn’t believe she was such a dirty slut that she fucked him and fucked him until he couldn’t move any longer. Absolutely hated herself for doing it. But now she couldn’t stop jilling herself any time she even thought about the guy.



This has made her think about her life. More than ever she knows she has to make sure that her husband never finds out. She realizes her pleasure is enhanced by her relationship. She’s married to a good guy. She’s loved by a good guy. That wouldn’t be true unless somewhere inside herself she’s a good girl. That belief is core to understanding how disgusting it is when she fucks these guys.



It’s also core to her feelings of guilt when she lies to her husband about her activities. She lies about where she is, what she does, who she’s doing it with and more so he won’t realize she’s cheating. It also allows her to have guilt for that cheating that makes her cry at times.



It allows the assholes to suggest she commit heinous acts of sexual congress. They never overtly blackmail her to do what they suggest. She does these things because she almost orgasms thinking about them. She doesn’t know how she’d survive the loss of intensity of the orgasms she has when she follows through. For now she convinces herself that she only does it to avoid blackmail. They’d obviously go there if she didn’t cooperate. She tells herself she can’t stand the thought of bringing that pain to her husband. Deep inside though she knows the truth. She’s really using the thought of potential blackmail, never suggested by the assholes, to help her excuse her acting upon these suggestions. She does these things because she’s a dirty depraved whore. She deserves to hate herself.



If her husband were to find out he would divorce her. She’d lose her foundation. She’d have no belief that she was anything but vile and base. If she accepted that it wouldn’t matter what she did. When you are willing to do anything what is left as depraved. Nothing. There wouldn’t be any emotional context left. At that point how would she cum. She wouldn’t. That was not acceptable.



So, that was why she was dressing as she was today. There was a rally of hate downtown. She couldn’t stand anything the scumbags stood for. Then she was going there dressed as a good person. Then she’d fuck them. she’d take dick from as many as she could. She’d rush home before her husband got there. She’d clean herself up. When her husband got home she’d tell him how she went to the rally. That she had to show them that there were good people in the world.
 
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