The Circle of Sex is an erotic short novel. It's not a thriller, nor is it a classic love story. It is a frivolous short story full of lust, passion and drama.

The focus is on John and Donna. The young couple takes part in an allegedly harmless company celebration. But what follows is a drastic experience, especially for John. From now on, everything in his life changes.

His view of the world, love and his relationship. Especially the feelings about his wife.

The meeting

His wife said the words with a strange sound: "Remember, you're my husband and I love you so much."

Normally he would have liked to hear these words, but the unholy undertone in her voice told him that something extraordinary had to be behind it. The fact that his wife emphasized this in such a way just now again did not let anything good suspect. Both stood in the hallway of their small but cosy apartment and were just putting on their jackets. She'd been pretty nervous all week.

Her boyfriend suspected that it was because he didn't usually come to these monthly meetings. She had had to persuade him for a long time. And finally, for her sake, he had agreed to go with her at the end. When the young couple first met two years ago, he had already gone along with them. But he was just bored.

His name is John, he's 27 and has a small business. John sells PCs and accessories and sets up networks for smaller businesses. It's big and rather wide. His girlfriend is his everything and he is very proud to have such a self-confident and pretty girlfriend.

Privately, she can also drop the cool, shiny facade and be very sensitive and vulnerable. Then John is here to help and support her. He believes that because both can be both strong and vulnerable, they complement each other very well. And it has played a decisive role in the fact that their fleeting acquaintance has given rise to very deep feelings for each other.

Donna is only 23 and a real eye-catcher. She has long blonde hair with coloured strands, a beautiful face that looks both sweet and sexy at the same time. Her blue eyes and full, sensual lips cast a spell on the men as if by magic. Your skin is almost flawless and hairless. At a height of 1.60 m, her bulging C-cup looks like a tremendous piece. Donna attracts a lot of attention.

She is a trained office administrator and works for a medium-sized company. Once a week, Donna and her friend Amanda go to a gym to balance out her office routine. To preserve her figure, as she asserts herself over and over again. John certainly doesn't mind, he can't really complain anyway.

How Donna and John got to know and love each other? John had known Amanda's friend Thomas for a while. They were at the same school, but two years apart. Thomas turned to John when he had to buy a laptop for his job. They met several times and slowly became friends.

John was an ambitious, persevering single and a typical couch potato who had already finished with alcoholic parties.

At a young age he had celebrated some wild parties with his buddies. Once he woke up early in the morning, even next to his vomit in the ditch. Only with the girls, it never really worked for him. In this respect, he was a late developer and apart from some dates, which mostly ended in an absolute disaster, he had nothing to show for it.

Even if his buddies tried hard to set him up. It was never the right one for John. But he had to admit that he was also very selective. A relationship with anyone, just to say that he has a girlfriend at all, always seemed to him to be somehow pointless. Even though he was only very unhappy about giving up sex.

In any case, Thomas invited him to his girlfriend's birthday party, which he had just recently met in a club. So that's how John ran into Donna. She and Amanda had known each other since fifth grade, and have been inseparable ever since. They had even completed their vocational training in the same company.

At first, John naturally addressed Donna's provocative appearance. Apart from that, she didn't seem to be John's type at all. Too hip, too cool, too childish and superficial, that was at least John's first impression of Donna. He also quickly realized that she was hooked on the disco almost every weekend and obviously wasn't a child of sadness.

But the first meetings turned out to be several, because Amanda and Thomas kind of liked John. And on the count of three, there's one too many. He didn't come along every time they went out. At that time, he suspected that Donna had found another replacement, but over time, Donna and John became better friends and eventually even met without the others.

So they got to know each other well and John realized to his surprise that Donna was absolutely not as stupid and superficial as she had initially seemed to work on him. Within weeks, their relationship changed. Donna only went out when John was there - or should we say, John always went with her because she liked it so much?

Anyway, the usual followed. At first they only held hands, then came the first intimate embrace, the first tender, timid kiss. Many hot kisses followed and after a total of six months, an unusually long time in fact, but Donna had put John off because she wanted to make sure that it was something serious with them, they ended up in the feathers.

John will never forget the first time. They were absolutely wild and unrestrained, and that night and the many nights that followed, she taught him many incredible things.

Donna had a lot of experience with the opposite sex, as John knew from the beginning. At first he didn't care, but the more intimate their relationship became, the more they fell in love with each other, the more gnawing became the dull feeling of jealousy within him. She understood it, but also made him realize that everything that had been before was now irrelevant and that they profited from it. Because Donna was more mature and experienced.

She confessed to John the stereotypical three relationships. The last of these had taken a proud ten months, the previous six months and the first real one had lasted around three months. She also confessed, at his insistence, right before her engagement after only nine months, that she had been raptured a couple of times and had enjoyed one or two one-night stands.

Donna stated that there should not have been more than four or five. But John had his doubts and already at that time he thought it was a pure protection statement. But he did realize that she didn't want him to think she was a slut. John even had always imagined that he would rather have a woman with many fugitive lovers than a woman who had had a few but very serious and loving relationships.

The woman with the many lovers also spoke for the fact that one really had to be something special for her. When she then had a real relationship with a man, she had to be very convinced of him. Either way, he had to be content with the knowledge that Donna had been intimate with at least eight other guys before him. Regardless of the crowd, he was still jealous of their past life. But John couldn't back down either, he loved her too much apart from sex.

And no, it was not only their incredible sexual attraction but also and especially the other. Her true essence is what she hid inside. That lay behind its dazzling façade and nobody else could see. Anyway, no one else except for the three serious relationships before, which made her boyfriend crazy about her.

Immediately after her engagement, Donna told her boyfriend about the "meetings". To strengthen the cohesion of the employees in the company, their boss held a small party once a month at his home. Partners were of course cordially invited. So John went with him, reluctantly, because he already had a hunch.

In fact, he didn't know anyone there except Amanda and Thomas, but the two of them talked a lot with people who were completely unfamiliar to John. His fiancée also spent most of the time chatting with this colleague, mostly about professional matters. John knew why he was never a big partygoer. It made him uncomfortable to talk about irrelevant everyday things with people he didn't care about.

John liked it in the small circle and then talked to some friends about the things he was really interested in. His beautiful Donna asked him to come along some of the following times. But John put her off again and again. If she liked these company celebrations, she would like to go there, that would be an opportunity for him to meet with his friends. In any case, he had hardly spent any time with his old friends since the beginning of the relationship.

Donna understood this very well and seemed almost relieved. She thought it was a good arrangement and not bad if they would do something alone without the others. John could be pretty naive, at least sometimes.

Donna had always lived in the fast lane. With her everything went quickly and uncompromisingly. When she had put something in her head, she pulled it through. However, she did not do it without a plan, the consequences were carefully thought through and carefully weighed up by her. So it was no surprise to John that he found himself in front of the altar less than a year after meeting her.

Only four months earlier Donna had moved in with him. He should have known better at that time, a hot sweeper like her wouldn't get so bored with an obvious nerd like him, there was always a hook. Since then, at least another year has passed and John is all that John can say is that this 16 months he's been with Donna so far, the most exciting and beautiful time he's ever had.

They rarely had a fight with each other. On the contrary, they seemed to be made for each other.

Donna's boss's house is located in a distinguished suburb of Houston. He owns a really big villa with swimming pool and everything that belongs to it. When Donna and John arrived, there were a lot of cars outside the door, they were a little late. Without wanting to sound disparaging, it takes us women a while to make us really pretty. And Donna had once again made herself stunningly beautiful.

They rang and entered. They hung their jackets on the dressing room and greeted the other guests. Donnas boss Andrew was a 50-year-old eloquent man who lived in a second marriage with an attractive blonde who was 15 years younger.

Then there were four other couples and some single colleagues, most of them male. They were all between 30 and 50, the oldest man perhaps a bit older. Out of the crowd, a young girl stood out, she might have been around 19 or 20 and was introduced to me as a current apprentice. Amanda and Thomas were also there to my relief, so I had at least someone to chat with.

The spacious living room offered enough space for everyone and the long dining table was huge anyway. So John and Donna sat down, Thomas poured a beer for John. Her lovely friends preferred a glass of wine, and the "fun" could finally begin.

As John had suspected, the guests were initially all about business. After all, Thomas distracted him a little bit and the two of them talked about sport in an animated way. Thomas eagerly went to basketball training once a week, even though his "old men's team" was no longer represented in any league. He was very eager to tell John about the exact course of his last game, even though he knew that John didn't really care.

Then something strange happened. John got a little dizzy. He thought about how a single beer could go to his head like that, and Thomas seemed to notice it. He asked with concern whether everything was all right. John answered in the negative and explained that he had to get some fresh air, even to his better half.

When he wanted to get up, his knees became soft as jelly and he fell back into his chair. Thomas and Donna tried to support him, but John was already black in the eyes of John.

When he woke up again, he noticed at first that his back and arms were hurting terribly. Still drunk to the max, he tried to find his way around. He was sitting alone on a chair in a bare room, obviously in the basement.

In front of him on the floor lay a loosely covered mattress. The flickering light of the bright neon tube didn't do his head any good and he pinched his eyes together. Slowly he was able to regain his senses. What had happened? His mouth felt kind of strange, something seemed to press on his tongue and palate.

John wanted to get up but he didn't succeed, he could hardly move. Irritated, he looked down at himself. Only then did he realize that he was tied up! His wrists were tied to the armrests with a coarse rope and his ankles were tied to the chair legs.

What the hell was going on here? What was that about? John tried to call for help, but he failed. So that's what felt so funny in his mouth. He had been gagged! A few minutes passed without anything happening.

Finally, the door opened and Donnas boss came in accompanied by two of his guests. One was about 35 years old and a little bigger than John, the other was in his early 50s and quite overweight. Other guests followed them.

It was very strange, the two companions posed like bodyguards to the left and right of John's chair. Andrew himself built up directly between John and the mattress. The other colleagues had in the meantime appeared completely and had been distributed on the walls in the large semicircle, only Thomas, Amanda and Donna were still missing.

When rest had returned after a while, the master of the house said to John:"John, I know you're wondering what's going on and why we drugged you, then tied you up and gagged you. But believe me, this happened for your own good. We don't want you to do anything stupid. Because we've prepared a big surprise for you.

By the way, I would like to add, at your wife's express request. She would have liked to tell you everything sooner, but she just didn't dare. I advised against it by the way and mine still, it would have been better to leave everything as it was. But, as bound, in love women are, she insisted. So we figured it's best to show you the way. What? You'll see soon enough!"

One of the guests opened the door, Thomas and Amanda entered and interfered with the audience. Then Donna appeared. His lovely bride was stark naked and walked through the crowd like a model with her head raised high up. Until she finally came to a halt in front of the mattress. Her gaze seemed to be in a trance, staring at her expressionlessly and tense at the same time, she avoided direct eye contact with her husband.

Donna's performance had just robbed John of his voice! His brain was swept empty. Blood shot up and his head got hot. His mind refused to understand what was going on here, what was able to happen.

The mattress and his completely exposed young wife were enough evidence. John tugged on his bonds, in vain! He was trying to scream something. That they should stop immediately, but only some incomprehensible grunt sounds penetrated through the massive gag from his mouth.

I didn't want this to be true! But it was much worse than he thought at first. Three of the colleagues stepped forward and started to take off their clothes completely. Donna's boss had stood aside a little bit and now, like everyone else, observed what was going to happen.

John's 23-year-old wife let herself slowly sink to her knees in front of the middle of the men. She tenderly began to caress the man's step. She stroked and kissed his limb. Until she finally started to blow him extensively and full of pleasure.

She spoiled the other two cocks with her tender hands. Gently she massaged the bulging testicles wafting over her soft fingers. Then she took the puffy phalluses into her hands and jerked them off with enthusiasm. It was just a short prelude to get these guys ready for action.

The middle man lay back on the soft pad. Without hesitation, John's beloved wife stepped on this strange man. She took his hard cock and led him to her shimmering cleft. Before she sat down on it and the tight penis sank into her to the stop.

It was boiling inside John's heart, his stomach painfully cramped, anger and disappointment rose up in him. They mingled with irrepressible jealousy. John hated Donna for doing this to him. He was angry at being forced to witness her infidelity. The second guy sat behind them.

He wouldn't...? In fact, slowly and cautiously he drilled his stiff spanking, which seemed far too big for the chosen target, into Donnas tight asshole. John knew she didn't like anal so much. And yet she offered it to him every now and then for love. For the sake of variety, and because she wanted John to have it all.

When they met, none of their holes were virgin anyway. He had initially wished for anal intercourse because he had hoped that at least there she had been untouched. But at least she hadn't lied to him. What a mockery! Who or better what was John for her?

The stupid fool who satisfied her when no one else was available? The unsatisfactory foreman who put her in the mood to get others to get it right? John was tortured by his own thoughts.

The third colleague, or rather the third secret engraver, probably hit it better, knelt in front of Donnas face. John's wife immediately opened her full, sensual pout and literally sucked the foreign penis into her mouth. His sexy wife impressively testified to his unfaithfulness by driving him away with three strange guys in front of his eyes.

And her husband was absolutely powerless. Incapable of intervening, unable to even turn the gaze away while the obscene performance drove tears into his eyes.

John felt shame and humiliation. As many people watched as he was humiliated by the man whom he loved above all else, whom he trusted without reservation and of whom he had firmly believed she would feel the same way for him.

The disgusting act right in front of his nose reached its climax. The three colleagues fucked his unrestrained wife fast and hard. After the line and thread they took his willing and lusty wife. And after her initially rather mechanical movements, she suddenly came into her own momentum.

From minute to minute she seemed to lose the inhibitions more and more. Donna seemed to forget everything around her. She acted like the cheapest porn actress. She pushed her cross through, moaned loudly and passionately and threw herself towards the firm knocks of her lovers. Her tails, erect to the point of bursting, drilled themselves in full length smacking deep into her lusty body.

Even the man in front of her disappeared completely in her mouth. At the beginning, she had choked a little bit, but now it seemed to be no longer a problem to be thrown deep into her throat. Even though she liked playing with John's cock, she liked to lick it and often leaked what she showed her husband here, she had perhaps tried it one or two times with him.

But she always emphasized that she didn't like it at all. The whole show had been meticulously planned in advance. The two men behind and below her slowed down the tempo, but they continued to fuck slowly so that the tail in her mouth was the first to come.

Her naked bodies looked like a well-rehearsed choreography of lust. And after the first man had injected his semen into her mouth, the sperm donor stood up slowly and stepped back. The colleague who was using her butt and still stuck in her ass, pulled out his mighty limb.

Luckily, John couldn't see her indecently widened chocolate star from the side. But he knew that it would be a horny sight, which the people on the front side of the room were offered when they smiled and grinned. Anyway, the guy crawled quickly to Donnas front side and also discharged himself into her shabby voluptuous mouth.

Then he also stepped aside and started to dress in peace and quiet. John's renegade wife leaned back a little bit and started to ride the remaining tail ruthlessly. He was much thinner than John's phallus and just so slipped back and forth in her wet pussy.

After a few moments of screaming out loud with lust, she immediately slid down from him and bent forward. A few seconds later, he pumped his white nectar deep into her throat as well.

What followed was one of the worst experiences John had to endure that day. His slightly out of breath and a slightly sweating, freshly fucked wife stood in front of John with slightly spread legs. Normally, this absolutely horny sight would have made him hard in fractions of a second.

But he saw her wet, shiny pussy, the quivering labia, which were widely split. Her tight, trembling tits lifted quickly and lowered as she took a deep breath. But all that didn't interest him now. Her husband didn't even notice. He stared at her face with burning eyes, but she still avoided him, looking at her boss instead.

He came over to the two of them. He then nodded to her and ordered John to put his head down. He shrugged as best he could. Why would he do that? He wouldn't listen to Andrew. A hand rode roughly over his head, fingers drowned painfully in his hair. The man standing to the left of John pulled his head back with a violent jerk and held him in place. Ignoring the pain John tried to protest, of course for nothing, the gag prevented this excellently.

His degenerate partner bent over John, her breasts easily touched his chin. But that was not the sense and purpose, as he should have become embarrassingly aware. What John had escaped from it so far, the mouthpiece of the gag was hollow so that he could breathe through his mouth if necessary.

Donna pressed her lips against it, he saw that she kept her eyes closed tightly, she wanted to prevent anyhow that her looks met accidentally. Then John tasted the slightly bitter and salty, tough liquid that ran into his mouth.

Donna hadn't swallowed the three guys' sperm! She gave it to her bound husband to drink! Had she gone completely mad? John fought with all his might against his shackles. His scalp was tightly stretched, the left guard held him in position with all his might. John didn't care about the pain when Andrew said something, he just got angrier:

"Just let it happen. You can't stop snowballing anyway. It's best if you just swallow."

The dripping sarcasm in his words made John explode inside. The second guard approached and tried to hold the chair. When that didn't work out, he hit John hard in the ribs with his fist. He moaned and Donna sat up in a frightened position:"What the hell is this?"

She huffed at the man with indignation. Then finally she looked at John for the first time. Her face reflected enormous concern, but also a touch of despair:"Honey, please swallow it." John would have loved to spit at her, but two things stopped him. At first, his head was still being pulled firmly backwards. And apart from that, there was the sound of her voice. He wasn't begging or pleading.

He was certainly not dominant and demanding. On the contrary, the sound of her voice was in contrast to her facial expression and was just calm and seemed very, very tender. As if John were a puppet with the strings held by her, he swallowed.

"Well, wasn't that sweet?" The boss of his whoring wife had a real talent to drive John to the heat of the moment. At the same time, he was not even aware of the ambiguity of his words. But before John could grasp yet another one, in the moment so or so unclear thoughts, the show for him also already went into the next round.

While he had been distracted, three other men of this in-house swinger club had already taken off their clothes. Now it was up to Donna to lie down on the mattress with her back. The first new man came forward and John almost had his eyes out of his head. Didn't this madness come to an end?

Of all people Thomas, his own buddy, was sitting in front of John's nymphomaniac wife. He took her legs into his hands and spread them apart with pleasure. Then he pushed himself forward and penetrated with his hard cock effortlessly into her glittering, fucked pussy.

Thomas Glied was about two centimeters shorter than John's best piece. But it was a little thicker. The ideal instrument to give a woman pleasure. And as she enjoyed it, John immediately became a reluctant witness. He had to enviously admit to him that he had perseverance.

He was fucking with long rhythmic movements. The lascivious clapping of her pelvis mocked his friend's ears. And Donna's moaning grew louder and longer. John knew from his own experience that she would soon have an orgasm.

When the time came, Thomas also knew about it and started to push them quickly and briefly. Because once she came, she was too sensitive for a moment to be able to continue immediately. Just in time he sprayed off with an animal grunt, then the bright scream of the little nymphomaniac shrillly ringed in all ear canals.

As John had already suspected, it didn't go on immediately. Donna asked for a little rest, which Andrew also granted her. If John had ever seen such a live sex show under different circumstances, then she would have excited him very much. Here and now he was far too agitated, so his body had no chance to react and his penis shrunk more than ever before.

If it had been otherwise, he would have been very angry with himself. On the other hand, it comforted him that he didn't get hot, which made him bear the shame for at least a moment. If they let him go, they'd all be in for a surprise. They couldn't do that to him, none of them. He wouldn't let something like that happen to him!

The fifth sexual partner of the evening came to his wife and took Thomas' place. He was a little older and approached the matter quite calmly. His limb wasn't that big either, but that's not what it was all about at the time, as John had to learn later on to his sorrow.

On the contrary. Now Donna's irritated pussy has been spared. He came after less than three minutes and rose slightly gasping again and was immediately replaced by the last boy. He was about John's age and absolutely haggard, at least at a height of about two meters he seemed to be very lanky.

His tail was long and thin, he sunk like an arrow into the most private area of the beautiful woman. And this had already been well lubricated and dilated. He, too, may no longer be able to give her the highest joys, as John had suspected with secret satisfaction.

Even though the unbridled whoring before his feet disgusted him, John had gotten used to it and slowly became a little bit calmer. To claim that he might even be calm in this situation, however, would have been a smooth exaggeration.

His body was still under tension, his heart was pounding wildly, his skull was mumbling. He felt anything but comfortable in his skin, he just wanted it to be over! For he could no longer bear it, tears rose into his eyes again and his cheeks ran down unrestrained. Did they break it? No!

Even before the foreign colleague of his work colleague polluted his nymphomaniac wife with his semen, John fixed himself up rigidly. He was determined to do what? He didn't know. What could he possibly do if they tied him down in front of all these people?

But then the disgusting cheating was over with once. John hated the guy from the bottom of his heart and sent him a thousand deadly flashes of lightning in his mind as he straightened up and put on his clothes again.

John believed that the unbearable torture was slowly behind him, and once his chair was moved. His two bodyguards and the generous host tackled him to put him on his back slowly and carefully. Before, to his surprise, the gag was taken from him.

John was unable to make a sound at that moment.

Only what the hell were they up to with him now? Well, what can you say, John had never wanted to be part of a huge "creampie". And certainly not when he came from other men. But now the time had come. His dear Donna stepped up to him, she put her slender legs to the left and right of his shoulders and squatted down. John became quite different from her open gaping pussy, from which the sperm of the three guys slowly began to seep out, floated right in front of his eyes.

Like a close-up, the details of her drowning pussy were burned into his brain with the widely protruding labia, which he had always liked so much and the gaping hole filled with a viscous semitransparent liquid. Andrew's scornful voice ruthlessly penetrated his ear:"Now you've almost made it. All you have to do is lick it clean and it'll all be over. But do it properly!" Donna lowered her sex to his mouth.

Completely shocked, he didn't know what else to do. He hesitantly began to stretch out his tongue. He thought that maybe he didn't lick her for the first time after she had been screwing another guy. He had never noticed sperm, except if they had fucked each other before.

Nevertheless, he automatically withdrew his tongue with these thoughts. Donna began to twist her abdomen rhythmically and squeeze her harder against John's mouth. This showed the others that he was unwilling to obey them. The thanks were this time a kick of the right guard against his waist. Immediately my sympathetic partner,"Stop it right now!" "Does he lick?"

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