My new sex partner: the inflatable doll given to me by my wife

I experienced a very painful, humiliating, and erotic incident many years ago. My wife had gotten into the habit of getting fucked, not by well-endowed men. Her boyfriend at the time and my wife were in the marital bedroom. I always stay away when this happens and usually lock myself in the guest room. That night, my wife called me from the bedroom and said she had something for me that I might like. I couldn't resist the urge and opened the door. On the bed was a blow-up doll. I didn't understand what they wanted from me and looked at my wife for a clue. She said, "Listen, we brought you a present." I said, "ah," "very funny," and wanted to leave. But her lover closed the door and stood in front of it, blocking my exit. From experience, I knew he could get a little violent after ********, so I was worried. I thanked my wife and grabbed the doll. I just wanted to get out. Her lover said, "Naughty girl, naughty girl," no, we want to see you in action with your new girlfriend. I was horrified and thought about jumping out the window. He pushed the doll and me onto the bed and told me to kiss my new girlfriend. I must have been red because I felt myself glowing, but for fear of him hitting me, I complied. I started kissing the doll while they watched. It was horrible. They laughed at my dilemma, but at the same time, they looked serious. I stopped after a few kisses and asked him if I could go. He said, "Go ahead! You're just getting started." So they made me continue kissing the doll. My wife said, "Go ahead, start seducing her." I started talking to the doll, while they began giving me instructions on how to seduce her. I was crying with shame, but then the strangest thing happened: for the first time in years, I had a kind of erection, probably because my *********** was at its peak. They told me to slide into the doll, start fucking her, and continue telling her how much I loved her. For a few minutes, I tried to forget their presence and pretend it was real. I hated myself even more than usual, but I couldn't deny the eroticism of the scene, and they understood. After a few minutes, I managed to reach orgasm, which is already an achievement for me. I collapsed on top of the doll, my weak ejaculation spilling out onto the bed. I vividly remember their expressions of contempt and disgust. Lois told me to change the sheets and then get out of their room. I obeyed, and the atmosphere was icy the next morning. What a double standard! My wife said something like, "Too bad you can't even fuck your own wife, isn't it?" I have to find someone to do it for you. I've never forgotten that moment. I hated it, yet it was one of the most exciting things that ever happened to me.

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