Part of the bitterness of the whole thing came from the fact that just about everyone but me knew about it — I know, I know, what a cliché. I hated...being the cliché. All of my wife's friends knew, but of course they wouldn't tell me. Everyone at the bank where my wife worked in the loan department knew. A lot of my friends knew, but they were afraid to tell me; worried that my first reaction would be to put a fist in their face, which was probably true. I guess they were smarter than they. What surprised me was my desire for more, I mean to be taken for sex and awaken to more pleasure.I just cannot take anymore of this; I brought my hand down and started rubbing my clit. I closed my eyes I remembered the night before standing at the sink. I remembered every cock fucking me in my asshole. I could feel my vagina pulsing with desire. Some how even though my fingers felt good rubbing myself, I wanted my pussy filled.I left the shower running, stepped out and went to the sex cabinet.. ”“Take a shower quick. You’ve worn out your welcome.”She heard the shower. She hoped Khozem would regain his senses and return to the university.“Can you hand me my clothes, please. Not that it matters.”Khozem’s hair was combed neatly. A red towel hung around his waist. Rashida fed him his soiled kurta.“We need to talk,” said Rashida.“About what?”“You’ve been here almost a week, lying around like a lump, not doing anything.”“Should I be doing something?”Khozem came out fully dressed.“First of. I thought some encouragement would do her good. She thanked me dutifully each time, so I guess it was not the first time for her.I took the plug, and in a second of evilness, wiped it dry on the sheets. I forced her head down, and made her stick out her arse and pull her ass-cheeks apart, which she did as routinely as a porn star. This whore was gem!I took the plug and pressed it hard against her anus. She immediately felt that this was to be more difficult than she thought, but she fought.