So, the first week of getting pregnant with someone else is over. I stopped using contraception just a week ago, so it will take at least another week for ovulation to occur. But that's irrelevant. The cheating scenario was set to last at least four months. Even if I get pregnant immediately, I'll still be fucked by several strangers every day for the next four months. 

A lot has happened this week. It's been a bit stressful because I also have to fulfill my duties as a good wife.My husband, Minh, and I have talked about it, quite often. I'm more into SM, but my husband could never hurt me. And I don't want to pressure him into anything. Oh, he's such a nice guy...who knows what will come of it? But he's been wanting a little more variety and excitement in his sex life for some time now—we've been married for 11 years. It's getting bizarre. 

Of course, the fuck festival won't take place at home. Who knows what kind of trouble that might cause? No, it's run by someone who has a lot of experience in this field and is appropriately organized and equipped.My first visit there on Friday was very scary for me, especially since I had to go alone without my husband. It's still a bit strange...well, bizarre, in fact. 

My husband and I live a fairly conventional lifestyle anyway. It's a little bit like BDSM, in a way. So, I get up at 4:30 a.m. and prepare breakfast. No, I don't wash beforehand—the wife only uses the bathroom after the husband has finished breakfast. I serve my husband breakfast—naked—and then go to the bathroom. When I'm finished, I continue serving him. We don't speak in the morning unless it's urgent. Once he's out the door, I go to breakfast. Afterward, I do my housework. 

 Now a lot has changed – from one day to the next. I don't wash in the morning and I don't eat anything either. I prepare breakfast and immediately start the housework – naked. Clean the bathroom and kitchen. The second man (No. 2) takes care of the rest and also the errands. Yes, we call him that.Then at 6 a.m., unwashed and hungry, I go to the "Exalted One." Yes, he wishes to be called that. 

The heat outside here in Vietnam... I still haven't gotten used to it. The weather here in general; we're currently in monsoon season. It can pour with rain from one second to the next, but it still remains swelteringly hot – and this weather scenario is still very mild. I'm mostly housebound, so I can't get used to it either.So I set off in traditional clothing, unwashed and hungry – the walk takes about 90 minutes. No matter how I do it, no matter the weather – I arrive soaking wet. 

 The "Exalted One" has a very large house, almost a palace—he is very wealthy. I don't know how he earns his money, only that it's very complex.I have to wait outside, in front of the stairs. No matter the weather—as long as there's no hurricane—I have to wait patiently until I'm invited inside. 

When I'm called, everything is ready because everything has to be perfect—both for me and for the client. Yes, you read that right. Client! More on that later, perhaps.Petra brings me to breakfast. Traditional Vietnamese, meaning sitting on thick rugs. Only light fare, but very varied, definitely a small feast. Petra acts like a slave there. She serves me and guides me through the preparations. After dinner, she leads me to the hygiene room.Petra washes me gently and meticulously, takes care of my nails and hair removal, perfumes me, etc.Petra is usually silent, but I've already managed to engage her in conversation twice. Petra is from Germany, spent a long time in Austria, and finally in Switzerland. I was very pleased that she knows my homeland and indirectly comes from there. I think she is a very lively, funny person. 

 She then also takes care of the colonic, even though anal sex isn't on the agenda. Afterward, she equips me – leather mask closed (I'm blind and mute), leather restraints, corset, and collar.She always starts with the mask first, and from then on, I'm blind and completely limited to my senses. 

 I don't know what the corset or collar looks like, or where I'm being led. I don't know anything about the men either. My wrists are simply tied behind my back, and then Petra leads me to my destination. A different route every day.All I know – I've already found out this much – is that I'm inspected shortly after leaving the dressing room. Petra had forgotten to trim a few hairs, and I heard a resounding slap – if it was a slap, it really hurt. 

 Petra let me know that we'll arrive at our destination at 11 a.m. sharp. Sometimes I'm tied up, sometimes not. I don't know how many men there are—is it just a few who get to come in several times, or are there individuals who come in one by one? Is it a group? I have no idea.All I know is that there are different men, with different preferences. Some have big ones, some have small but thick ones, some fuck very long and leisurely, others very fast... all kinds of things. Some like to grab firmly, others keep their hands to themselves. One of them licked my feet while he fucked me?!

 My pussy is always squirted cleanly. That's very unusual. I'm used to having my body squirted. Usually on my face, directly in my mouth, or in my asshole.The excess cum dripping from my pussy is apparently being collected. After I've changed, I'm given a small bottle to take to my husband.

At 5 p.m. sharp, the whole thing is over. I'm taken back to where I change. Then I'm driven home so I can serve my husband dinner at 6 a.m. sharp. Afterward, there's no cozy get-together followed by sex as usual. The sex happens immediately after dinner. But during the fuck festival, different rules apply at home. We had already started playing dirty games a long time ago. My husband wants to intensify it now, and I find it very exciting. My dinner looks a little different now...

 As usual, I'm the urinal before dinner. No. 2 just pisses on me. My husband pisses in my mouth, as usual. What's new is that my husband wants me to drink it.

What's new is that it's not me who cleans up the mess, but No. 2.

After dinner, I rim my husband's asshole while No. 2 gives him a good blowjob. Then my husband fucks No. 2 in the ass while No. 2 rims my asshole. No. 2 doesn't clean his bowels; that's intentional. Finally, I have to bring my husband to climax with my mouth – he cums right down my throat! After that, I continue the work I started of licking his shitty cock clean until it's completely clean.

After that, I get my dinner served. No. 2 sits with his asshole on my mouth and pushes his sausage right into my mouth. This new practice came as a big surprise on Friday; my husband held me down while I did it. The facesitting left me breathless, and all I could do was swallow his sausage.Finally, I had to lick No. 2's anus completely clean, and then sex and dinner were over.

For the next few months of the fuck festival, I won't be sleeping in bed next to my husband, but on the kitchen floor. No. 2 will be sleeping in my husband's bed. He, in turn, will be kept chaste throughout the entire fuck festival, meaning he won't be allowed to fuck me several times a week as usual. 

 Yes, and it continues, it gets even better!

The first week was just the training period. From now on, I'll be staying overnight with the "Exalted One." I'll be taken home in the morning for breakfast and then walk back. Then I can get some sleep, walk home for "dinner," and be picked up again at 7:30 p.m. sharp. My work hours for the fuck festival start at 9 p.m. until 3:30 a.m.