Hi, my name is Júlia, I'm 25 years old and today I want to share a little bit about my story, more specifically about my marriage.

About my marriage, I got married very young, at 18. I met my husband when I was 16 and he was the only man in my life for a long time, until the argument that changed everything happened.

One day after we had made love as usual, he asked if I came and I ended up confessing that I didn't, but I said I didn't care. Time passed and my husband stopped looking for me like before and there was nothing I could say that would solve the situation.

Sex with him always ended with him apologizing, which broke my heart. It wasn't his fault or the size of his penis, which despite being small pleased me. My husband's problem was that he came too quickly.

One day, tired of this situation, I asked him to stop and he said he wanted to separate, that he was born to be alone and that he was tired of tying me to a marriage with bad sex, that I deserved better.

It turns out that I loved my husband, despite the bad sex. Besides, I depended on him financially for everything. We fought a lot and at the end of the fight, the solution was that I should have sex with other men, that way he would be at peace, knowing that marriage doesn't stop me from cumming. All he asked was that he not be cheated on, that he could be present.

I thought the idea was absurd, but it was his definitive condition, so I ended up accepting it.

We didn't talk about it anymore and my husband didn't come to me in bed anymore. One day I tried to touch him in the hope that something would happen, but he grabbed my wrist tightly before I could reach his dick and asked me to be patient.

When it was almost a month after the argument, he called me from work and said he was bringing a friend home. Deep down I knew what he meant, so I didn't ask any more questions.

I was anxious for the rest of the day, I bought drinks and snacks, I went to the salon to touch up my hair dye, I shaved all over, I tried on several clothes until I found a dress that I thought was perfect. I didn't know how to act, but I trusted my husband.

When my husband arrived, I questioned this trust. He was accompanied by a very big and ugly man, twice our age. As the man greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, I just wondered if this was a form of punishment, but it wasn't.

The stranger was none other than my husband's boss. When I found out, I knew I had to make an effort.

We went to the living room and that's where it all happened. My first time with another man. My husband's boss started to say goodbye as soon as my husband asked him to get comfortable.

I was very nervous that day, I choked a lot during the blowjob, but I think I did well. I couldn't make him cum just by giving him head; he was a tough and experienced man.

When he started fucking me on all fours, I could look at my husband. He gave me a nod to show that I was doing well. While I was being fucked mercilessly by the stranger, my husband, sitting on a couch further away, slowly touched himself.

I was sore from the blows deep in my pussy, but it finally happened. I came. An orgasm very different from the one I experienced touching myself alone. A wave of heat invaded my body, my feet tingled and my legs trembled, but the man held me tighter by the waist as he continued to thrust.

A short time later he finally stopped and his cock began to spurt milk deep inside my pussy. I felt every spurt of it. He waited a little longer and finally pulled out his limp and tired cock.

My husband, on the other side of the room, began to roar and came too. It seemed like everything was fine.

I lay on the couch, still weak, milk dripping from inside me, while my husband's boss got dressed. The men talked as if he wasn't there and finally my husband took him to the door and came back to me.

We talked about it all night. He was happy. He said he was proud of me and that was all I wanted. I explained to him everything I felt, all the pleasure, even though my pussy was sore.

From that day on, my husband's boss visited us every Friday. One day when his wife was traveling, we ended up sleeping together in the same bed while my husband slept on the couch.

My husband ended up benefiting at work too, getting some promotions very quickly.

For a long time I thought it would only be with the boss, but a few months later he brought home his best friend, who was the best man at our wedding.

The atmosphere was strange at first, I was very embarrassed, but the sex was wonderful. He made me cum two or three times and started visiting us twice a week. One time my husband even let me have him home alone.

I was so sexually satisfied that my self-esteem was through the roof. I started to take better care, I wanted to always look beautiful for visitors. I started going to the gym, got silicone implants, and lived for these meetings.

Except for those two that were fixed. My husband still took some men more casually, like a work colleague, a soccer friend, someone from the gym and even once a stranger who made a pass at me on the street.

If the man didn't make me cum, or if his dick was too small, he was never invited again. That was the rule and I supported it, even if I wanted to try some more than once.

And that's the story of how my husband made me have sex with strange men.