[HUSBAND PENETRATOR]
“Hello Mrs. Ador, I would like to talk to you about your husband,” the general began the conversation.
The young wife of a soldier from the special forces looked worried, “why? Did something happen to him?”
“No. He is fine. He is alive,” the general said firmly.
“Okay, so what is it that you want us to talk about?”
The general sipped the coffee that the wife offered to him. “Are you receiving extra cash from your husband?”
“Yes. He sends more money for a few months now. He said he had a new assignment,” she replied honestly.
The general sighed. “Well, you should know that he did accept a new assignment. We asked for volunteers for a special mission for a special group of terrorists that’s emerging from the East.”
“Is he going to be safe?” she asked.
“Well, he’s a soldier. Any battlefield is not safe. But I just want to show you this.”
The general showed a picture to the woman. It was her husband. The man, who used to be just lean, is now muscular as hell. He is naked except for boots, a hat and a skimpy camo speedo.
“Oh. He has changed,” she said. She suddenly felt a stir of hunger for her husband’s new physique.
“The terrorists we are going against are gay supremacists. They go from one town to another and kill religious leaders who are defactors of the LGBT movement,” the general continued, “we are sure about how our soldiers are trained for the battlefield. But we want your husbands, and the other men in the team, to act as gay escorts to penetrate the terrorists’ group. They will attack from the inside once they gain momentum.”
“I see. So, he has to seduce them? He has to sleep with these terrorists?”
“Yes. Something like that.”
Her eyebrows met, “my husband is straight as an arrow. How can you convince him to even kiss another man.”
The general brought out an iPad. “I want you to see this.”
He played a video. Once again, it was her husband, Pvt. Ador in action. He was standing still and firm while almost naked. His body was glistening. He ran, jogged and trained.
And then in the next scene, her husband was fucking another man, presumably another male soldier.
“Wow. I miss my husband so much,” she cooed, “I didn’t know he would be open to that.”
“There’s more.”
The general scrubbed the video forward. The husband was now on his fours getting fucked by one man with a long penis and sucking.
“Wow. He seems really into it,” she commented. She was so sexually barren for many months that seeing her husband doing gay stuff.
“Yeah. I believe he can be key to pacifying the terrorists,” the general said, “he requested for me to talk to you, because he wants to get your permission before we send him to duty.”
“If this is really needed, I’d allow it,” she replied, with her eyes still stuck on the scene where her husband is whimpering in ecstasy, cumming automatically without touching himself.
“Thank you for your support.”
“One condition.”
“What?”
“Leave that video for me, please."
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