"Bianca, be a good girl and spread those legs of yours. Tonight, you belong to us."

During the holidays, my husband, Ernest Bowman, has lost a card game against his three childhood friends, so he decides to pay off the debt by offering me to the men.

The village men have never seen a city woman as dainty and delicate as me. That's why they get turned on right away.

I struggle against them violently, but I can't stop them from spreading my legs forcibly.

Thanks to the strong sensations overwhelming me, I can't help but get aroused by their actions, causing my panties to get soaked.

"Settle down! Slutty women like you are meant to pleasure us!"

After that, someone tears my soaked panties into shreds.

I was named Bianca Hartley, and from a young age, I knew I was different from other women.

Not only was I well-endowed, but my desire for the opposite sex was several times stronger than that of the average person. Ever since I was a child, I loved exploring the mysteries of the body. While bathing, I would lie flat on the floor like a frog, rubbing my private parts against the damp tiles.

As I grew older, things spiraled out of control, and I suffered daily from the torment of an insatiable thirst. In the beginning, my husband was able to satisfy me. However, over time, he lost his edge and couldn't get it up anymore.

Day after day, I felt sexually neglected in my own marriage. The pent-up desires in my body grew more intense with each passing day.

My husband, Ernest Bowman, took me back to his hometown in the countryside to celebrate the New Year. Come to think of it, that was my first time staying in a village. I had grown up in the city, and even when I visited the countryside, it was always just for a few hours. I had never spent a night there before.

I had heard that nights in the countryside were exceptionally serene. I also heard that the men there went to bed early, woke up early, and were physically strong.

More importantly, because they frequently worked in the fields, they possessed thick, firm muscles and appeared extremely robust. Ernest's three childhood friends had exactly that kind of physique.

That night, the four of them huddled in a small room at my mother-in-law, Maisie Knox's house to play cards. I sat beside them, snacking on chips and occasionally refilling their cups.

The room was small to begin with, and with the windows closed, there was no ventilation. The air was heavy with musk, and it stirred something deep inside me. The desire I'd been suppressing flared up, prickling beneath my skin.

I desperately wanted to scratch that itch... but in a space this small, I'd be caught instantly. So, I had no choice but to hold it in, squirming restlessly and grinding against the seat to soothe the tingling sensation.

Just then, Ernest noticed that his friends' cups were empty and asked me to take the kettle to refill them. The hot water was in the adjacent inner room. I had barely stepped out when I heard them talking about me.

"Your wife is so damn sexy, Ernest. She's so well-endowed; you must be having the time of your life every night, huh?"

Ernest chuckled and lowered his voice. "You bet! She's a freak in the sheets, and we do it in a different position every night. To be honest, she's wearing me out."

After hearing that, the three of them couldn't help but click their tongues enviously.

"Man, you have it good. You got into college, landed a job in the city, and married a city girl, too."

"Come on, we go way back. We always said that we'd share the good things in life, remember? Your wife's gorgeous, Ernest. Don't be so selfish; let the three of us have a little fun with her, too!"

Ernest laughed it off. "Oh, please. My wife would drain the three of you toothpicks dry!"

Then, the four of them burst into laughter.

Strangely enough, I should've been annoyed when I heard their exchange, but I wasn't. If anything, I even felt a little proud.

All three of my husband's childhood friends were robust, rugged men. The thought of something like that actually happening... made my heart race a little.

After filling up the kettle, I pushed the door open and went back in. The three men fell silent, but the way they looked at me had changed; their eyes were now brimming with greed and desire.

I went around to Ernest and his three friends, filling the cups in front of them with water. As I leaned forward with my hips thrust back, I felt their scorching gazes on me, fixed on my neckline. I was wearing a loose-fitting crewneck sweater, and the moment I bent over, my cleavage was fully exposed.

Silence fell over the room in a heartbeat. Right in front of Ernest, these men were shamelessly ogling me, and under their gazes, heat surged through my body.

When I lowered my gaze, I noticed that all three of them were straining against their pants, and the size of their manhoods was magnificent. Each of them was rock hard and far more impressive than Ernest's.

All of a sudden, I felt bashful. I hadn't expected that I could elicit such a strong reaction from three men at once.

As I stuck my bottom out to fill the last guy's cup, I felt a large hand on the inside of my thigh. And it was slowly hiking upward!

Even though I was wearing sheer tights, this particular pair was so thin that it almost felt like he was touching my skin. His palm was much larger and broader than Ernest's, so it definitely belonged to the man behind me.

He sure had some nerve. What shocked me even more was that he gave my fleshy buttocks a firm squeeze. My legs gave out as a wave of electricity coursed through my body.

I spun around and glared at him. He had a short buzz cut and a sturdy build.

He chuckled before withdrawing his hand. "Don't look so surprised, Bianca. Ernest just lost to me. He doesn't have any money, so you're helping him settle the debt. I have to say, your ass feels really supple."

My expression hardened when I heard that. What did he take me for?

"Ernest! Didn't you bring two thousand dollars in cash? How could you not have money to pay him?" I demanded.

But Ernest simply shrugged and said, "We were playing for high stakes, so I lost everything in one go."

"Still, you can't use me to pay off your debt. I'm your wife! If you don't have the cash, can't you just use Venmo?"

Keith, the man with the buzz cut who had just molested me, chimed in, "We play with cash only. We don't accept mobile payments. If you help him settle his debt, he won't have to spend a dime and can win it back later. Doesn't it sound like a good deal?"

Ernest nodded repeatedly. "Exactly. These are my childhood friends. It won't cost you anything to let them cop a feel. I can win the money back anyway. Don't make such a big deal out of this."

As soon as his words fell, the other two guys extended their hands as well. "That's right, Bianca. Ernest owes us some money, too. Let us have a feel, and we'll call it even."

Before I could respond, both of their hands were already on my thighs. In all my life, I had never been touched by more than one person at the same time. The sensation was incredibly strange, and it instantly stoked the flames of desire inside me.

Fortunately, they didn't venture beyond my thighs. That was all Ernest's loss had bought them.

Their large hands roamed over my smooth legs, and all I could do was shoot daggers at them. Ernest stood beside us and allowed them to do whatever they wanted.

When the two of them withdrew their hands, Ernest turned to them and said, "Come on, let's keep going. I'm going all in this time."

Meanwhile, I was left there like a resentful woman, at the mercy of others' whims and at a loss. Yet deep down, I felt a thrill.

The very next second, Ernest slammed his hand on the table. "Damn it! Why am I so unlucky? I just lost another 500 dollars."

Keith grinned and said, "Ernest, you lost quite a bit this round. Bianca's legs won't cut it anymore."

I trembled when I heard that. He couldn't possibly be thinking of touching me elsewhere, could he?

As expected, a split second later, he reached for my chest. I instinctively raised my hand to block him.

But Ernest rolled his eyes at me. "Bianca, if he wants to touch you, you should just let him. Otherwise, are you going to pay back all that money I lost?"

"How does it make any sense for a wife to bear the consequences of her husband's losses? This is nothing but harassment!" I yelled as I thrashed about.

Backed into a corner, my tears were about to spill out. Noticing that, Keith withdrew his hand and said, "Fine. Ernest lost about three or four thousand dollars to us over these last few rounds. Pay up, and we'll drop it."

I was frantic. What kind of childhood friends were these? They were nothing but gambling addicts.

Forget a few thousand dollars, I couldn't even come up with a few hundred dollars in cash. I never carried cash on me, so there was nothing I could do.

Ernest was already getting impatient. "Enough, Bianca. Why don't you just stand still and let them have a feel? It's not like you'll lose anything!"

As soon as his words fell, Keith reached into my collar. My curves shifted under the control of his hand, molded at his whim.

It was the first time such a private part of me had ever been touched by a stranger, and I felt my very bones go weak and tingly. My rosy tips couldn't help but bud out slightly.

"Oh, someone's enjoying this. Does it feel good, slut?" His grip tightened, kneading my soft mounds without restraint.

I flushed crimson, yet every pore in my body seemed to open up, greedily basking in his caress. A warm current flowed through my body, and a soft, breathy moan escaped my lips. "...Don't be so rough."

The three of them burst into laughter when they heard that. "Who would have thought you were so sensitive, Bianca? You can barely hold it together after just a little fondling."

Their words made me feel hot all over, and without much thought, I slipped off my coat.

My curves were on full display, and my rumpled collar exposed a generous stretch of fair skin, making me look incredibly alluring. The three of them drank in the sight before them. They looked as though they wanted to pounce on me that very instant.

Ernest called them back to the table. "Come on, let's keep going. We're playing till dawn!"

Lying on the bed, I could still feel his touch lingering on my skin, and I began to fantasize about being taken by force by the group of them. I had already been on edge, and after being felt up from bottom to top, my desires only burned stronger.

If I didn't find some release soon, I felt like I would go up in flames. I pulled the quilt over my lower body and slipped my hand underneath.

Not long after, I exhaled. My body felt much better, but it was still far from enough; I desperately wanted to do it with a rugged, powerful man.

Before long, Ernest shot to his feet and fumed, "What the fuck? How the hell did I lose again? I lost ten grand just like that!"

My heart lurched. Ernest and his friends had taken it way too far; they were already up to swings of ten thousand dollars.

Ernest's three childhood friends rose from their seats. "Don't forget what you promised us, Ernest. If Bianca serves us well tonight, we'll write off the ten grand you owe us."

Ernest lowered his head and waved his hand. So, the three of them stalked toward me.

I panicked. Just a moment ago, I had taken off my pants to relieve myself. If they saw me now, I would truly die of shame. Fortunately, my underwear was still at my knees, so I swiftly pulled it back on.

The three of them had already reached the edge of my bed. "Ernest just lost over ten grand, Bianca. Tonight, we'll use you to settle the debt."

I looked at them in alarm, though my heart was racing for more than one reason. The very next second, Keith yanked the covers away. My legs were left completely exposed, and there was an obvious damp patch on my underwear.

"G-Get away from me! You can't do this!" I desperately squeezed my legs together, attempting to hide the marks on my underwear.

Then, two of them closed in on me from both sides before forcing my legs apart. Keith knelt between my thighs and stared at my heat. "You're soaking wet, Bianca. You must really want this, don't you?"

I thrashed wildly, but my body was pinned firmly in place by the men, and I couldn't move an inch. Keith grabbed my underwear and yanked it down. In an instant, I felt a chilly draft down below, as I was completely exposed before their eyes.

Keith took off his pants and pulled out his rod, which looked as thick as my arm, before aiming it right at me. The sheer size of it made my breath catch, and my body couldn't help but weep with hunger.

"Look at how wet you are. Give in already." He cupped my rear with both hands and lifted my waist into the air, aligning me directly with his manhood. Then, without warning, he arched his back and thrust his hips…