That kind of behaviour is more of a male thing I guess; like climbing a tough ridge, or racing a car; there’s an adrenalin rush in doing something d...ngerous. In this case, rather than risking physical death the husband risks emotional death.So, one way or another we arrived at a plan for Ellen to spend a night with this guy, actual real name Guy— more about him later. My job was to book them a hotel room and head back home and wait. Ellen would be home sometime the next day. I asked her to. . I want..." SMACK! Her ass is reddened again."We can do this all day, slut!" Okay, I want you to... (gulp)... fuck me, please," she tries. SMACK! He cracks into her sore bum cheek. She is confused, but feels the head of his cock pressing against her anus. The reality sinks in."Oh no! Oh no!" SMACK! SMACK! Okay! I want you to fuck my ass, in my ass, please... OWWWWW! FUCK!"Dave had impaled her as soon as she asked for it. The pain ripped through her and she couldn't help but cry out. Dave again. That, or she really enjoyed making me squirm.And whatever back and forth we'd had, it was all entertainment, to be honest. If I was single, I would've become obsessed with her after her come-ons. I would have been at the bookstore daily. Shit, hourly. I would not play it cool.But now, I had a girlfriend to focus on. One that I loved. Probably. Maybe.Having Zoey here would cause a fight. A lot of them. Beth was so insecure and unpredictable."I mean, if you're not okay with that..." Beth said. At this Sardarji came closure to me and wanted to kiss my neck or probably lips and was rubbing his hand on my chest. But I told him straightforward, as, I was feeling awkward “Main sirf gand Marata hun, ye sab nahin.” (I just get my ass fucked, I don’t do this kissing and all.) He said he was happy with my asshole, and started digging my ass really hard. He took his dick out and spit in my ass and just like before.My asshole remains open for so long that Sardarji didn’t even get to spit 5.