My a-hole paid the price

My hubby and I were trying to spice up our sex life and we started sharing fantasies. Partly just to see what each of us think about and also to find things me might try. The talk didn't end well because we mostly both got very defensive and offended. I had told him that I fantasized about being gangbanged by strangers and he said he fantasized about fucking my asshole. I told him he could just keep fantasizing because nobody was playing with my butt. He thought I was unreasonable and couldn't understand that I'd fuck strangers but not let him play with my ass. I tried to explain it's just a fantasy but he got huffy. A few weeks went by and whenever we'd have a tiff, he'd find some way to throw it back in my face. After one big argument I said something like even if I ever wanted to try ass play the last person who'd get my butt would be him! And. he said something like that's probably why I wanted to be gangbanged.

Cut ahead a few months, we both came around a little, enough to apologize and have a rational discussion and I thought we'd cleared the air. One thing we both brought up with fantasies involved some bondage. I liked the idea of feeling helpless and he loved the idea of doing whatever he wanted and keeping me on edge. So we played with it a little, both found it very exciting but occasionally he'd still mention something about our tiff over anal and gangbangs.

One night he tied me bent over a chair, blindfolded and gagged, so he could paddle my ass. I was getting wet and horny. He was rubbing my clit, fingered me a little and ran his finger over my asshole saying I was quite vulnerable. He could do anything he wanted. I was getting a little panicky and then I heard the doorbell.

I heard several men's voices and hubs was talking like he knew them but I don't know how. Then he brought them into the den and they saw me tied over a chair with my ass and pussy exposed. One thing led to another and the big surprise was him telling them they could all fuck my ass but they should start gentle because I was an anal virgin.

It felt like hours later when he finally showed them the door. My asshole was raw and I was in tears from the pain. Our relationship changed that night. I don't say no to him about anything. He's still never told me who the men were and I find myself looking at strangers wondering if they were one of them.

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