My husband asked me to hate fuck my ex BF on our honeymoon [MF]

Some context: My husband and I are happily married and lead a ‘hotwife’ lifestyle.

During our honeymoon, there was a night that I will never forget. My husband had planned and prepared this special night for me. A surprise, I knew nothing about it, and trusted him completely as my husband and as my Dom. As we were riding the hotel elevator up, I was nervous with anticipation. Earlier that day, my husband had me go to the spa, to get pampered and ready. Then off to the salon to get my hair and makeup done. Finally back to our room, where he dressed me in a black, tight bimbo dress. Paired with a set of designer high heels, I screamed my new role, his trophy slut.

When we arrived at the hotel room, knocked on the door. I could hear a man inside, answer allowing us to enter the room. As we walked in, I could see a familiar figure and face. As he turned around and revealed himself, I realized that this man was actually one of my ex boyfriends. Needless to say that I was shocked and surprised as I practically gasped.

Now, I truly despised this ex. A pure abomination of a man, he was a misogynist, a selfish asshole, and simply pure evil manifested into a man. My worst enemy, he is like Donald Trump in the view of the most progressive of liberals. His biggest love, was himself and his ‘boys’. He cheated on me so many times, stole from me, and abandoned our relationship. The last time I saw him, I had to bail him out of jail, after a night of partying, drugs and sex. But somehow, my husband found him, and arranged for him to travel to Las Vegas, and there he stood with me in the hotel room.

So many emotions came over me, as my husband politely greeted my ex. I tried to compose myself, but I couldn’t contain my hatred for him. I managed an insincere hug, as my ex smirked in his asshole way. They exchanged cordial conversations for moments as I soon realized what will be happening. That’s when my husband turned to my ex, and asked if he would like to fuck me. The ex replied yes, with his permission of course. Then my husband turned to me, and asked me to fuck my ex. Now, I am my husband’s wife, and I trust him implicitly. So when my husband asked me to fuck my ex, and to satisfy him in every which way I would with my husband, I happily obeyed. All of the anger and resentment that I had for my ex was still boiling deep inside me. But I knew I wanted and needed to fulfill my trophy wife slut role for my husband.

My ex approached me and he put his hands on his new fuck toy. He pulled me closer as he smiled and grinned, leaning in to kiss me. I turn my head to the side, denying him such an intimate kiss. He laughed a little, as he brushed my hair away and started to kiss my neck. Soon enough, his hands explores my body, fondling and groping me. That’s when he whispers to me, that he’s been waiting for this for a while. That’s he hated dating me, and was going to fuck my brains out. That he’s going to enjoy pounding his slut into submission. That he owns me now. I remember thinking, that’s right. I was helpless to stop him. Then my ex, walked behind me, and slowly unzipped the back of my dress, letting it fall around my high heels. He kicked it away and ordered me to turn around, facing him. That’s when I presented myself to him. My body was naked, except my thong and heels. That’s when my ex marveled at the slut in front of him. My body has changed a little since we dated. He always insisted that I get implants, but back then I refused. But there I stand, with a pair of the most supple and perky tits. He went to fondle them, playing with my nipples. They were hard and erect, as he starting playing with his new toy.

He then pulled me closer to him and told me to undress him. As I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, I noticed that his physique was dramatically different from when we were dating. He had always been in good shape, but he most definitely bulked up. His passion was himself, and you can tell he invested a lot of time into his body. He tells me to drop to my knees as I unbuckle his belt. As I slip his trousers off, he springs to life. He always had a rather large cock, but I don’t remember it being as large as what was in front of my face. Maybe it was his body change the made his cock larger and thicker. In any regards, I leaned in to start sucking on it, but he stopped me. He reminded me how he prefers his cock to be sucked. I had nearly forgotten this, as I divereted my attention to his balls first. He had always enjoyed me staring with his balls, then working my way to his shaft.

Now you can tell when a guy enjoys a blowjob. And you can also tell when he’s just completely using your mouth and face. This is the type of man who has no regard to a woman’s comfort or desire. He’ll just use them for his personal enjoyment and satisfactions. I had almost forgot this about him, until he once again used my mouth as another hole. He started slowly at first, but it eventually got to the point where he was aggressively face fucking me. He jammed his cock deep down my throat, almost chocking me with it.

And I have to admit, the sex was pretty damn good. He fucked me very well. It was more of a pure fucking or hate fucking, more than anything. Being the arrogant dick that he is, as we were fucking he recounted his time/memory when we were together. He shared how many times he cheated on me, the specific lies he told, etc… With each thrust, I could remember how much I hated and despised him. However, my own body was betraying me as I was totally immersed in the pounding he was giving me. But I was so enthralled in being fucked, that I practically kept on begging him to fuck me, and to fuck me how he always wanted to fuck me.

Also, I remember that when we were dating, I had not yet discovered anal sex. He had asked for it, many times, but I always refused. Since then, I had learned to embrace and love it though, not that he knew about that. So that night in the hotel room, he finally got the chance to fuck my ass. So I remember being on the bed, doggystyle. I was facing my husband, he was sitting down. Next to him was this huge wall mirror, so I could also see myself and my ex behind me. As my ex took my ass, everybody could see the pure joy and pleasure that came over me. As with everything else, he had no regard for anybody but himself. So he took my ass, and took it hard. Balls deep. Rough, hard. It felt like he was making up for all the missed opportunities of anal sex during our relationship, right then and there in the hotel room. I was grabbing the bed sheets, hanging on for dear life, as I was completely enthralled and moaning with waves of pleasure.

Toward the end of the fucking session, he was sitting on a chair, and I was riding him, facing him. My arms were around his head, as his hands were on my waist. There I was, bobbing up and down on his massive cock. I didn’t even know who I was anymore, that’s how well fucked I was getting. I could feel my body coming close to this massive orgasm. Him too, as he was starting to get close. I sped up my tempo, furiously sliding up and down. I was moaning and practically screaming as my hands were in my hair, celebrating this fucking. My ex is yelling out at me, to continue to fuck him. Then with my last ounce of energy, there was a final bounce on his cock, as he pulled me close to him. I finally came and orgasmed. At the same time, my ex exploded inside of me. I could feel his cock pulsing, unloading as he drained his balls inside of me.

We stay there motionless for a bit, as I revel in this amazing fuck session. I was still on top of him, my arms around him, out of pure exhaustion. And I did something I never imagined I would do. I leaned in and kissed him. It was only moments ago, that I turned my head when he tried to kiss me. But I don’t know what came over me. I turned my head, and passionately and intimately kissed him. Then I peeled back a bit, realizing what I just did. One of his hands was fondling my boob, the other, brushed my hair back and pulled me into him, for another kiss. I still hated the man. Completely despised him. But I knew I just fulfilled my role as a slut wife for my husband, and this made me so incredibly proud.

Soon after, I peel away, as I bounced up and down on his cock a few more times. Then I got up off of him, as I stumbled back onto my high heels. I could feel some of his cum dribbling down my thigh and leg. I was a bit in shock, disoriented in a way from what just happened and all the fucking. I stumbling back to my husband, trying to keep balance. My ex then gets cleaned up a little and dressed. He makes himself a drink and sits down, facing my husband and me. He calls for me, and I sit on his lap, still in his lingerie, still in shock on what just happened. My husband and my ex exchange polite conversation for only a couple of minutes. My ex is fondling me all the while. After a little bit, they both get up, and shake hands. My ex then comes to me and kisses me, then walks out the room. As he left, I had a sense of deja vu. Just like our relationship, he just used me, fucked me and ultimately discarded me at the end.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8mq1my/my_husband_asked_me_to_hate_fuck_my_ex_bf_on_our