After hearing my husband's response in the kitchen, I carried half a bag of garbage out the door.
Normally, taking out the garbage once and a round trip doesn't even take five minutes, but it took me almost half an hour to come back this time.
The reason I dragged it out for so long was to give my husband some personal space to respond to that person's message.
Just when I got home, I saw that my husband's cell phone was missing from the couch, which meant that my husband and those strong men had already talked to each other, but I just don't know how my husband replied.
I prayed in my heart, "Hubby you must agree ah, as a man, you have to take the initiative, be bold, while I'm asleep, bring all those strong men back, and then fuck me hard, that man is right, which woman does not like a big cock, hubby you must fight for me oh."
At this time, the husband with a plate of hot dishes from the kitchen came out. He saw me and gave me a warm greeting: "Wife, the meal is served, now let's eat."
I came to the front and sniffed hard, "Wow, it smells so good, my husband is really great. I love to eat my husband's cooking the most, I'm starving."
I pretended to be as cheerful as possible.
When I came to the dinner table, my husband enthusiastically scooped up some food for me, "Come, this is delicious, it's also your favorite, try how it tastes today."
Usually, my husband usually will not take the initiative to put some side dishes on my plate, but today he seems unusually attentive, with his abnormal behavior, he must have something in mind.
Receiving some side dishes, I put it in my mouth and tasted it, it was indeed delicious: "Wow, hubby's handiwork has gotten better again, it's delicious."
I continued to praise my husband, giving him enough encouragement.
Halfway through dinner, hubby's cell phone rang again.
Hubby first looked at me out of the corner of his eye to make sure I wasn't paying attention before he picked up his phone and then typed on the screen.
After typing a paragraph of message to reply, my husband's face unconsciously welled up a lewd smile, while also using the corner of his eye to look at me again.
I pretended to continue eating, pretending not to see and waited for him to put down his phone before I asked, "Who is it?"
"Oh~ it's a message from a coworker, something from work, I just casually replied to him. These people are really something, it's the weekend and they still send me a message, it's really bad of them."
Hubby answered me with forced calm composure.
"Oh~" I responded and then continued to bury my head to eat.
As I was eating, my mind unconsciously began to guess the result of the chat between my husband and those people. I expected my husband to be bold enough to successfully ask that group of strong men over to fuck me.
After lunch was over, I was looking forward to it and praying the time would pass sooner.
After a long torturous wait, it was finally 9 o'clock in the evening.
Normally, I don't go to bed until 10 o'clock, or even 11 o'clock, but today things were different.
I washed up early and then said to my husband who was playing with his cell phone in the living room, "Hubby, I'm a bit tired today, I'll rest first, okay?"
Hearing that I'm going to rest so early, my husband's face instantly surges with a touch of surprise, he forces himself to hold back the excitement in his heart and nods his head, "Oh~okay you rest first, in a while I'm going to sleep as well."
Closing the door to my room, I laid on the bed and took off my pajamas, replacing my regular panties with a sexy black thong as well.
Lying on the bed, I tossed and turned, unconsciously fantasizing in my mind about a bunch of big cocks hovering around me, fantasizing about a bunch of big cocks one after another madly thrusting into my cunt.
Unconsciously, I got wet, a wave of heat surging to my heart, but I resisted the urge to use my fingers to release the tension.
I held back, I absolutely can't do that now. Otherwise, if I am already so excited right now, my finger will make more juices flow out if I touch it a little bit more.
This is not good. If I masturbate to the point of squirting, it'll make the bed sheets all wet and that is not good at all.
"Ooh~" I bit my lip hard with my teeth as a way to relieve my arousal.
It worked, but my lips were bitten raw.
After some anxious waiting, the eagerness and agitation in my heart finally eases down.
I adjusted my mindset and tried to put myself fast asleep, wanting to experience the feeling of being pounded in my sleep by a man other than my husband.
But as I tossed and turned, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't settle down. I was not able to sleep, my mind always kept fantasizing about their shapes and girths, even the lengths of those cocks, imagining a bunch of big cocks hanging around in front of me.
More than an hour passed when I looked at the door to confirm that there was no sign of my husband coming over, then I secretly opened my phone to check the time.
23:05.
It's already this late, I feel it's almost time.
Just then, I heard a series of footsteps coming from the living room. Although their movements were very light, some subtle sounds were still heard by me. Judging from the sound of these steps, there were at least eight or nine people.
A group of people were whispering and discussing in the living room, and every now and then there was a burst of lewd laughter interspersed.
Here they are, they're finally here, the group of strong dudes my husband found for me are finally here.
I can't help as my heartbeat accelerated, even my breathing began to become rapid, my heart was tight with anticipation.
I put down the cell phone, laid on my back on the bed and pretended to be asleep.
Just pretend. I then turned over, lying on the bed, to show my rounded ass.
Well, this seems about right, with my white and fat thighs, and round and firm buttocks, it will certainly be able to instantly stimulate those men who look at it and their libido to make their cocks erect quickly.
After posing satisfactorily, I quietly lie on the bed pretending to sleep. In order to pretend to be a little more realistic, I intentionally let out some light snoring.
Everything was ready, just waiting for the group of men to fuck me.
As more time passed, I spent every second in nervous agony.
I don't know how long it was. About five, maybe ten minutes, when I heard the sound of a knob turning to the door of my room.
Here they come, they're finally coming in, they're coming to fuck me, I'm so excited, I can't help it my pussy is starting to get wet.
Ooh~ I'm so uncontested, but this is all I can do in the current situation.
I once again bite my lips with my teeth to prevent myself from getting too excited and leaking too much lust.
As the door to the room opens, I hear a series of footsteps enter the room.
After ten seconds or so, it seemed that everyone had arrived and the footsteps stopped, followed by a subtle discussion.
"Is your wife really asleep?"
An unfamiliar man's voice came into my ears, the voice was nice, gentle, and had a magnetic quality to it.
Usually, people with good voices must be handsome.
"Let's see."
It was then my husband's voice.
A few seconds later, I felt a hand tugging at my covers, and I knew that it was my husband checking to see if I was asleep.
I steadied myself and adjusted my breathing, trying not to let my husband see the signs.
"Sleeping indeed, and it looks like she's sleeping quite well. You can do it next, just stick your cock in, even if my wife wakes up and resists it's already too late, let's begin."