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Dear Dr. Phil.

  I wish I could write this letter to dr. Phil, and that he would
take me to his show.

Heavens, no. I'd be millions too shy to go there, and I would
hate for my `problem' to become public knowledge. I could never
face my neighbours, knowing that they knew what I have done, and
I could never risk my teaching career. I am sure I would not have
a career; I am sure I wouldn't even have a job. Yet, I should
love an outspoken, matter-of-fact psychologist like dr. Phil to
tell me, what is wrong with me. Why I have changed so much. Of
course I know the mechanics of it, I just don't understand
myself.

You see, up till three months ago I was your all-American typical
housewife and mum. God, I was so typical it almost hurt. I was
good-looking in that clean, suburban fashion: Blonde, curly hair
(with the aid of my hairdresser), a fine figure formed in the gym
and without much damage from a childbirth; always a kind smile on
my face, be it in church or in school. Happily married to my high
school sweetheart, the moment we both had finished our college
educations. Oh, boy, was I in love. He was such a sweet,
handsome, and romantic boy. Whenever I saw him I turned into
jelly and bubbles, and all I wanted was to kiss him, hold him,
and love him.

We got married, and those first 18 months were sheer Heaven. I
could hardly wait for Jim to get home every day. My teaching job
let me off  3 or 4 hours earlier than Jim, and when I finally
heard his car in the driveway, I was tingling all over. If he had
had a hard day, I would pamper him, caress him, serve him his tea
and feed him cookies with my lips. If he had had a good day, his
strong embrace would make me swoon and my pussy run. If I had had
a hard day, he would cradle my head on his shoulder and tell me
how I could outshine any of the pretty flowers in our garden, or
he would point to a bird flying by, and whisper how he wanted to
grow wings, so he could fly me to all the prettiest places in the
world and make love to me there.

Our house was number 9 on the little road, and between us we
would refer to it as `cloud 9'. Then I got pregnant. We were
ecstatic. The pregnancy was even better than the preceding 18
months. Jim made me feel beautiful and cherished, even when we
came to the point where I felt more like an old elephant.

Giving birth to Ann-Marie was a shocking experience. I had never
dreamed it would be so hard, hurt so much, and last that long. I
am sorry to admit, that for the first three days of her life, I
did not feel any of that heavenly, motherly love, I had read so
much about. I hurt all over, I was tired to the bones, and I was
still numbed by the shock. I fed her, when the nurses brought her
to me, but I was just as happy when they took her away. On the
fourth morning I more or less woke up, like out of a bad dream. I
could see how pretty Ann-Marie was, and for the first time I felt
love for the little creature clinging to my swollen breasts.

When we got back home from the hospital, I realised for the first
time, what a time- and energy-consuming little thing she was. I
had taken a one-year leave from my job, but still I was
infinitely more exhausted, just taking care of Ann-Marie. My mind
and my body were totally focused on that sweet, smiling, and
lively baby. Gone were the bubbles when Jim came home, and the
only jelly in my knees was, when Ann-Marie woke up at 3 in the
morning, demanding to be fed. Poor Jim. He was so sweet and
patient it almost hurt. "Take your time, love. Of course she's a
strain on you."

When Ann-Marie was 4 months old, I felt so sorry for Jim that I
initiated our first lovemaking since the little devil joined our
family. I could not believe we were the same two people, in the
same bed, who had painted heaven and happiness on the walls, only
5 months earlier. Where were the bubbles? Where was that all-
consuming feeling of love and togetherness? It was by far our
lousiest fuck, ever. He did not complain, but I knew Jim was
disappointed, and I was ashamed and felt, I let him down.

I should have liked to get some advice from my mother, but she is
not a woman to talk about sex. A couple of colleagues from school
visited me to see Ann-Marie, and jokingly I brought up the
subject.

"Yeah, my Stine cut off all my need for sex, too. I think she was
more than a year old before I needed sex the first time."

"Would you believe it: I was so horny, I had to have Peter lick
me out the night before Annie was born, and then: Slam, bang, not
once over the next 9 months was my pussy any wetter than Sahara."

Well. At least it was a comfort to know, I was not the only one,
and they advised me to bee good to Jim. A little acting was OK,
they said, as long as I felt sure I still loved him. "For heavens
sake, don't cut him off, Linda. He might be tempted out there,
and you wouldn't want that, would you?"

Next afternoon Helga returned with a small gift. "Look, dear,
this is a water-based exploration crème. You'll never convince
him that you like it, if your pussy is dry. Go to the bathroom,
just before you go to bed, and push a small squirt up your
vagina. He'll never know it's not your own juice. Once it starts
seeping out of you, it'll even taste a bit like it."

We actually survived the next 8 months this way. I became pretty
good at acting the sexy wife, and Jim was pretty happy, although
not ecstatic, with the sex he got.

When I finally felt the first tinges of lust, I was in for yet
another surprise. I mean, it was only natural that I felt like a
whore, as long as the sex I provided was only fake, but I had no
idea how much this attitude had changed me. All I had ever tried,
sexwise, was that supernatural, romantic, in love, good-girl,
sex. And it had worked perfectly for me!  I loved Jim beyond
reason, and invariably I would have one or two orgasms, when we
made love. And I did not have to `work' for them.

Now the bubbles and the jelly had disappeared. Do not get me
wrong: In just a week, I loved it. Jim was still my handsome high
school sweet heart, and he was not at all a bad lover. My pussy
would snap for his cock, and I would tingle all over, when it
entered me. But my orgasms did not appear out of the blue. I
guess I would have one for every 5 fucks.

I read a couple of manuals on marital sex, but in general I felt,
that only the advice to be more active had any relevance to me.
So I did become more active, and it worked very well for both of
us. The first time I rubbed my clit while Jim fucked me, he got
so horny that he was a millisecond from coming on me, before I
was ready. It really excited him to watch me masturbate, and one
night he grabbed my hand and held it to his cock. "Use this one,
he'll love it." Jim took up position between my legs, at a right
angle, and his fine cock was really handy as a masturbation tool.
That made me very horny, and I rubbed myself through three
orgasms on his cockhead. Poor Jim. His cock was so sore, he had
the biggest trouble coming, when it became his turn, and next
morning we had to cover him with Vaseline and gauze, trying to
heal his sore and worn head.

All through this revitalisation of our sexlife, I still deeply
and truly loved Jim, and I am absolutely sure that his feelings
were the same. He was a lovely and devoted father and husband,
and when the time came for me to return to teaching, he was
promoted in his company, and he told me I could take another
year's leave, if I wanted to. And sure, I wanted to stay at home
with Ann-Marie and my Jim.

As our 3rd anniversary was approaching, we had started using
fantasies in our lovemaking. Jim printed out different erotic
(pornographic) stories from the net. Some of them we found
repulsive, but others would ignite fires and desires. Jim's
parents wanted to give us a splendid gift for our 3rd
anniversary. One week in a luxury hotel in Jamaica, while they
would take care of Ann-Marie. "Say yes," my mother in law
whispered to me. "Believe me, I remember how it was, when Jim was
that age. You two really need a little time all by yourselves to
find, what you had when you were alone."

We discussed his parents' proposal. It took us a little less than
five minutes to agree, it was a perfect idea. Ken and Lilly
(Jim's parents) woke us up early on the day, handed us the
tickets, kissed us good-bye, and drove off with a laughing
Ann-Marie in the back seat. By ten o'clock we were in the air, by
four o'clock we had been picked up in the airport and taken to
our hotel, ten miles out of Kingston Town. We were installed in a
wonderful two-room suite overlooking the sea, TV in both rooms,
refrigerated bar, a huge bathroom with showers and a Jacuzzi, and
muted reggae music from the loudspeakers, which the bellboy
showed us how to turn up and down.

The bellboy had barely left us when there was a knock at the
door. "Room service." He rolled in a butler's tray, carrying a
bottle of champagne in a cooler, a bowl of freshly washed
strawberries, and a card saying: "Have a good time. We will.
Lilly, Ken, and Ann-Marie."

It was all very romantic, and posh beyond anything we had tried
before. We turned off the air-con, opened the balcony doors,
quickly stripped and had a cool shower. God how I enjoyed it.
Nothing to disturb us for ages, sitting naked in the warm breeze,
which made the curtains, flow like waves, sipping champagne and
eating cooled strawberries. I felt pampered and pretty, and the
way my husband ogled me, told me I was.

"Sorry, I didn't think about it. I should have brought some of
the naughty stories. Right now would be a perfect moment for me
to read one loud for you." Jim was one big, bright smile when I
turned to look at him. Actually that big smile sent a flash of
lust through my body, just as much as his words about a naughty
story.

I raised my glass to toast him, while I lifted my left leg over
the armrest. "A toast to your imagination," I smiled. "Maybe you
can find something else, or you can make up one."

"Some of these hotels have a pay-channel with pornographic
movies. Would you like to watch one with me?"

"Would you believe it? I don't know if I'd like it, `cause I've
never seen one!"

"Then it's about time, don't you think? I'll check the TV in the
bedroom to see if they've got any."

He came back a few minutes later. "They've got plenty of naughty
channels." He picked up the cooler with the champagne, kissed me
as he passed by my chair and said:"May I invite madam to a
naughty break on our double bed?"

We settled down on our naked backs, each with a refreshed glass
of champagne in hand, holding hands with the free hand. On the
screen a well-sculptured guy was caressing a good-looking
dark-haired woman. He played with her breasts, kissed them, and
soon his hand was on her pussy. She willingly spread her thighs,
and my own pussy started to tingle, when I watched his fingers
separate her lips and start diddling her clit. "Turn up the
sound," I said. I want to hear them, too."

That was when my `problem' started.

The woman was groaning, and a little later she humped her pussy
against his hand. "Oh, please fuck me, Johnny, I'm so horny."
.... "I'm not going to fuck you, but I want you to be really
horny. I want to take you right to the brink, but I'm not going
to let you come.".... "Don't be cruel, Johnny. Why do you tease
me so?".... "Because in a few minutes I'll take you down to the
bar, and I know that when you are this horny, you are going to
let a lot of guys feel you up, and even let some of them fuck
you, when I tell you to do it."... "Please, Johnny, please let me
come." She fucked her pussy violently against his hand, but he
just withdrew it.

His words really set me on fire. Not even remotely had I had
fantasies in that direction, but his words alone set my pussy
gushing. Jim may have felt the shivers, because he let go of my
hand and moved his own down to cover my pussy. While the
dark-haired woman threw a thin dress over her naked body, Jim
pushed a finger between my lips and felt how wet I was. I
groaned, almost like the woman on the film, when he touched my
clit.

"I think my Linda likes to watch porn movies," Jim said.

"Mmmm. I'd like to see if he means what he said," I panted.

"About having the guys at the bar feel her up and fuck her?"

"Yes," I groaned. "What a perfectly wicked idea." I squeezed my
thighs rhythmically around his hand. "Don't bring me off, Jim, I
want to see more."

The next scene was a bar with about 12 men and only two women.
The man led his dark-haired girl to the bar, helped her up on one
of the stools, then turned her to sit sideways to the bar and
pushed her legs wide open. He ordered two drinks and took his own
drink to one of the tables. A man at the bar had observed what
was going on, and a minute later he went up close to the girl,
saluted her with his drink and moved in to stand between her open
legs. While they talked his right hand moved in to feel her
pussy. We could see his hand moving, and then the camera focused
on her face. She looked ecstatic. A horny smile on her mouth, and
her eyes almost closed. He pulled his hand out from under her
skirt and brought it to his mouth. He said something to the girl
and then sucked his fingers clean. Then he put his glass on the
bar, and while his left hand caressed her tits, he waved to one
of the other guys to come over. Soon a big, black guy was
standing behind the girl, unbuttoning the top of her dress, while
the guy in front of her had unzipped his pants and brought out a
hefty cock. The girl leaned back against the black guy and spread
her thighs even more, and a deep groan escaped her, when that fat
cock was pushed into her willing pussy.

God, it made me horny. I spread my legs a little wider and
gasped: "Oh, my God, Jim. Fuck me. Fuck me, please. I don't think
I was ever so horny. Fuck me."

"I'll do it one better, my sweet." Quickly he pulled my legs
together and dragged them in between his own, so he could hold
them tight, leaving me no opportunity to spread out. His right
hand lay flat on my belly, until he moved it down to let one
finger slip into my sopping crack. Slowly and deliberately he
masturbated my clit, which didn't bring me any release, it only
added to the burning fire in there. He kissed and licked my
breasts, and in between he said a lot of horny things to me. "Oh,
my sweet little wife likes to see another sweet little wife
behave like a whore, does she?"

"Yes," I groaned and tried to hump my clit against his finger. On
the screen she had come to number three guy, and she was
screaming and yelling when she had an orgasm. I almost had one of
my own, just looking at her.

"What if I told my sweet little wife that I'd like to see her do
the same? What if I told her it would make me horny to see her
fuck a number of strangers? Would she like that?"

"Oh, my God. Don't say that," I cried. "Please, Jim, fuck me, I
can't stand this any more."

"I asked you a question. Would you like that?"

"Don't get angry, please, Jim. YES, I'd love it. I think I'd go
berserk like that girl on the TV. Fuck me now, Jim."

Finally he let go of my legs, and as soon as I had spread them,
he rolled on top of me and fucked me hard and violently. It took
me one minute to reach a wonderful orgasm. I screamed and moaned
while heavenly currents ran through my body, all of them ending
in my convulsing pussy. When I was coming down from the mountain
Jim stopped for a moment. My breathing was almost back to normal,
when he started moving on me again, but this time with small,
shivering movements. When I opened my eyes again they were met
with the sight of Jim's face almost contorted in passion. His
cock felt like a piece of glowing hot iron in my pussy.

"So my horny little wife would like to be fucked, like that girl
on the screen? By a lot of total strangers?"

"Oh, Jim, I'm sorry, it's the first time I watch a porno movie.
Yes, it made me so crazy to see her do it. Did you like to see
it?"

"Oh, yes, I still like it. Watch how she's carrying on, and feel
how hard I am. She must be fucking number 5 or 6. The only thing
that would make it even better, would be for my horny little wife
to do the same."

I could not really believe my   ears, but his words sent new
tingles of naughty desires through my body, and I felt my pussy
get even softer and a lot more wet. I was almost sobbing when he
finally started fucking me again. I had like a big, hungry hole
inside me, and the hunger could only be stilled by a cock moving
in me. Jim's was absolutely adequate for the moment, and he
brought me off twice more, before he finally collapsed on top of
me, pumping a huge load into my sloppy pussy.

I had a long journey back from dreamland. Jim turned off the TV
with the remote, lay down beside me with his head supported on
his left elbow, while his right hand rested quietly on my belly.
For a long while we did not say anything. I guessed that the
experience had been just as earth-shattering for Jim as it had
been for me. Finally Jim whispered:

"Wow. That was something, love."

"I can't believe I got that horny," I whispered.

"I can. I'm happy that you did."

"I never thought of anything like it. Even in my wildest
fantasies."

"I did."

"You thought of the woman in the film?"

"No, I thought of you."

"No-oo. You didn't, did you?"

"Yes I did. In the months after we had Ann-Marie I masturbated a
lot. It became one of my favourite fantasies, because it would
make me come immediately."

"Didn't it make you jealous? I mean, to think of other men doing
it to me?"

"No, not at all. Well, in the beginning I was horny as hell while
I masturbated, but as soon as I had come, I felt tinges of
jealousy. Once I had used that fantasy a number of times I didn't
feel any jealousy, even after I had come."

"I'm as shocked at you as I am at myself. I just don't know what
came into me. You know how much I love you. I always did. I know
we have changed since we had Ann-Marie, but I still love you so
much. I never even contemplated doing it with another man. How on
earth could that movie make me so horny?"

"Do we have to explain everything?"

"No, not at all. I just wondered if it was something in our past
or something in my past."

"I don't know, really. Probably something in our past before we
met."

I turned to look into his eyes. "I have to know if this is
something you have dreamt of doing for real."

I felt his hand creep down towards my pussy. I pushed it away and
whispered: "Have you?"

I could feel his cock hardening against my thigh. "Yes," he said
in a low growl. "Yes, I have dreamed of doing it. I have dreamed
of watching you behave like a horny slut, watch you let men
fondle and lick you all over and let them fuck you into oblivion.
And when you're all fucked out I want to take you home and fuck
you." He pressed his cock harder against my thigh, and I could
feel how excited he was.

"I don't know if I could do it, Jim. You make me terribly horny,
talking like that, but I'm not sure I can go through with it."

"Do you want some time to think it over?"

"I guess I do. Remember, it's the first time ever that I've even
heard of people doing such things."

"I can understand you."

"Listen. Let's stop now. Let's get dressed and go for a walk to
the beach. When we have had dinner in the restaurant, I want you
to take me up here. I want you to kiss and caress me and
masturbate me, while you tell me all the things you have dreamt
about. Maybe, if you convince me that you really want this and
make me terribly horny, I'll go with you to some night-club
tomorrow."

He kissed me tenderly and lovingly. "Linda, you just made me the
happiest and horniest husband this side of Equator. Let's get
dressed."

Jim was very convincing that night! And I was very, very horny
and naughty. I promised to go with him to a night-club the next
evening, if he could find one that will allow such behaviour. The
next day he asked a taxi-driver if there was such a club nearby,
and he was told that the small club at the back of the hotel was
just what he was looking for. We went swimming the next day and
grabbed a bit of sunshine on the beach. After an early light
dinner we went to our room and caught a couple of hours' sleep,
so we were rested when we went to the club at ten in the evening.

There were not many people in the bar when we arrived. I wore a
thin jersey dress with a colourful flower design. Jim had
insisted that I left all underwear at our room, so I was naked
under it. Jim went to the bar and ordered two drinks. When he
came back to our table he said: "I asked the waiter if it was all
right with him that you behaved quite naughty. You know what he
said? You have to go behind the bar and let him touch you all
over. Then it's ok. Go now!"

His words set my pussy flowing, and on shaky legs I went to the
bar. The bartender was a big, black guy. He opened the hatch and
invited me behind the bar. "Your husband said you're horny
tonight. Is that true?" God in Heaven, he was so vulgar and
impersonal it made me tingle all over. Just what ignited me.

"Yes. I'm very horny tonight, and my husband wants me to fuck
some strangers."

The bartender went behind me and reached round my body to grab
the hem of my dress. While he bent down and licked my ear, he
pulled my dress all up under my arms so my whole body could be
seen naked. One hand cupped my breast and the other was on my
pussy in a flash. While he masturbated me he looked at the four
guys sitting at the bar. "This white pussy is very wet. I think
she's ready for a lot of fine Jamaican cock tonight. Aren't you,
pretty?"

I managed to moan a weak `yes', because his fingers sent me off
into my first orgasm. "I'll lock the door for a couple of hours
if I get the first fuck, pretty." I nodded in reply while I
squeezed my thighs around his big hand. I had never felt anything
like it. He had just brought me off in a wonderful orgasm, but it
only made me want for more. He pulled down my dress and guided me
round to the other side of the bar. He `parked' me in front of a
tall, sinewy guy with rasta-hair. "Keep her warm, Joe, while I
lock up the place."

When Joe stuck his hand under my dress and fondled my pussy, all
I could do was to open my thighs like a little nitwit and let him
do it. Tingling currents ran through me and multicoloured dots
were circling on the inside of my eyelids. This was crazy. Up
till now only Jim had ever touched me, and now, within ten
minutes, two guys had masturbated me! When the bartender
returned, he told Joe to support me when he lifted me up on the
stool. I managed to groan:"Only if you wear a rubber." I leaned
back against Joe. He pulled up my dress while the bartender
reached over and took a stash of rubbers from behind the bar. I
was all jittery and hungry while I watched the bartender pull
down his pants and roll a rubber onto the most massive cock I
could imagine. He grabbed my shaky thighs and pulled me to the
edge of the stool while Joe held me under my arms from behind.
When I felt his cockhead against my vagina I almost fainted from
lust.

Inch by inch he pressed that fat cock into me. I had never had
any complaints about Jim, but this guy split me open. At the same
time he satisfied my nervous hunger and put fuel on my fire. This
was heaven. My pussy was filled and stretched like never before,
and Joe's rasta-curls were hanging down on my breasts from
behind. The bartender grabbed my hips with his big hands and
fucked me something wonderful. When Joe managed to grab one of my
breasts while the bartender fucked me, I was catapulted into my
second violent orgasm. I whined and cried while he fucked me, all
through my cramps and convulsions, and when the orgasm died down
I was just as hungry as before! Suddenly I felt the bartender
tense up, and with no warning at all he pumped and groaned. I
loved that fat cock pulsing in my pussy, and for the first time I
knew it didn't matter that I hadn't come. There was plenty of
cock to bring me off. When he pulled out, my pussy felt so open I
could feel the air replacing his big, wonderful cock.

I jumped down from the stool and turned to the other guys. I
rubbed my belly with one hand and cried:"Who is going to fuck me
next? Not on a stool this time."

Joe stepped forward, lifted me up in his arms and carried me to
one of the big tables. "I think it's my turn." He looked over his
shoulders to the other guys. "Come on, guys, a couple of you can
play with her while I fuck her." While Joe got out of his clothes
and rolled a rubber down his cock, three of the guys sat down on
chairs round the table and fondled me. Even before Joe had
climbed the table to fuck me, two of them had played with my
pussy!

"She's wet and ready for you, Joe."

I think half of the crazy feelings were going on inside my head.
Not only in my pussy. When Joe slipped that long cock into me I
almost cried in lust. Three set of hands and mouths to play with
my breasts and my belly, and a thin, bony, black rasta-guy
fucking me hard and fast. I yelled and I screamed, I moaned and I
groaned. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, ooooohhh it's wonderful." When Joe's
fucking made me come I pressed my head backwards in passion. I
had not given Jim a single thought up till now, but when I
pressed my head backwards I caught sight of him, sitting rather
close to me with a horny grin on his face. I locked my eyes into
his all the time Joe's wonderful cock had me coming. My orgasm
had barely finished when I felt Joe spurt into me. "You're such a
good fuck, pretty white girl, such a good fuck. I'm coming in
you...Aaaahhh."

When Joe jumped down from the table, I sat up and looked around.
The three guys around the table were still trying to grope me. I
smiled to them. "Take it easy guys, your turn will come." I
jumped down from the table and said to the bartender: "This was
very good. I could do with a gin and tonic and a little rest
before we go on." While I sipped my drink at the bar I heard a
mumbled choir: "Dress off, dress off, dress off..."

I turned to face Jim at his table. "How about it, dear husband.
Would you like to take it off before I fuck the next?" God, was
that really me speaking? Worst of it was that I spoke like I
felt! I was vulgar, I was horny, and I really wanted to fuck not
only the next couple of Jamaicans, I wanted to fuck all men in
the world.

When Jim got up from his chair I could see his hard cock poking
his slacks. He grabbed the hem and pulled the dress over my head.
While he was still pulling it up my stretched arms with one hand,
he reached down to fondle my pussy. "Yummy," he groaned. "You
feel well and truly fucked. I think we can start calling this a
cunt, don't you think?"

"It sure is, honey, and it's still hungry."

I turned towards the other guys and stretched my arms upwards.
"How many hands do you think you can put onto this body while one
of you suck my cunt?" It was like a fever, burning me out. A big,
fat guy knelt in front of me, grabbed my thighs and pulled my
cunt to his mouth, while four other guys surrounded me and
fondled everything there is to fondle. God, I was so horny I
could have pissed into his mouth when he made me come. The next
hour was a blur of faces and bodies as they fucked me on the
floor, on the big table and on top of the bar.

I knew there were still two to go, but I had had it! I was burned
out, I was fucked out, and my pussy started to dry out. "Sorry,
guys. I know there's still two of you, but I can't do any more.
If you're lucky I'll come back the night after tomorrow. All
right?"

The bartender laughed. "All right, pretty white girl, if I get to
fuck you first."

I slipped into my dress and offered my arm to Jim. Together we
walked out into the warm, sweet-smelling Jamaican night. When we
came to the hotel terrace I sat down on a bench overlooking the
moonlit ocean. I patted the seat beside me, and when Jim had
settled down I looked at him and asked: "Was this what you
wanted?"

When he leaned in and kissed me I was very much aware, how sore
my lips were from all that kissing. "You were wonderful, honey.
It was better and wilder than I had dreamed of." When his hand
touched my breast I was just as much aware, how sore it was from
all those hands fondling it.

"Honey, I'm sore all over. Please take me to our room and make
love to me, while I can still feel all those hands and mouths and
cocks. Please, Jim."

He did. I was intoxicated with lust as he did it. When he touched
my cunt I had to tell him to be gentle, and yet I could feel it
turn soft and wet again. He totally blew my brain, when he asked
me to describe all the different cocks I had fucked, while he
gently licked me to an exhausted, soft and very lecherous orgasm.
Finally he moved up my body and slid his cock into my fucked out
cunt. It was wonderful. I told him he had to be gentle, because I
was so sore. And he was gentle!

He shivered all over as he slowly slipped around in my cunt.
"Your cunt is huge and soft. I have to fuck you slowly or I will
come immediately. All those cocks have made it burn and flutter."
He whispered into my ear, and I could hear how horny he was. He
was shivering, and his shivers got to my thighs, to my belly, to
my pussy, and contrary to my expectations I started to shiver
myself. Suddenly he tensed up and whispered:"What a pity they had
to use a rubber. If your cunt was filled with their sperm it
would have been even better."

With a groan he came in me. He was trembling and groaning, and he
made me come for the last time that night.

I fell asleep before he even rolled off me. The next morning he
woke up and fucked me while I was still asleep. I woke up with my
horny husband fucking away on top of me. That was the story of
the rest of our Jamaican holiday. We visited the bar twice more,
and in between we fucked like rabbits.

When we came home Jim promised me, he would try to gather a group
of `safe' married men to fuck me, and I asked him to hurry up.

See, now we come to my `problem', which I'd like to tell Dr.Phil.
Since we let this cat out of the bag, I cannot think of anything
else. It has become like a compulsory behaviour you read about.
Like crazy people with a one-track mind. Nothing can make me
horny now. Nothing but the memories of my three gang-bangs, or
fantasies about new gang-bangs. Fantasies of myself as the hungry
whore of Babylon. On the other hand, this works wonderfully every
time. When Jim wants to fuck me, his advances leave me untouched,
but as soon as I close my eyes and imagine the bartender's fat
cock, my pussy runs like Niagara. If I get to think of it in the
middle of the day, I have to leave Ann-Marie in the play-pen and
go to the bathroom to masturbate a couple of times.

I loved what I did. I love it, when Jim talks about other men
fucking me, but I should like for other things to make me horny,
too. What I'd like to ask Dr.Phil is this: "Why have I turned
into this? Is there any way back, so I can enjoy other activities
and other fantasies, or am I stuck in this world?"

The End.

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