I could never tell my wife this. I harbored a twisted desire—to witness my beloved wife, Kanna, being impaled by the grotesque cocks of complete strangers. Unable to continue our normal married life, I confessed this to her. My confession weighed heavily, like an act of penance. Kanna was bewildered, yet she accepted it—for me. Surrounded by men, she allowed herself to be violated deep in her throat and deep in her vagina, skewered like a sacrificial offering. The sight was the most bizarre and exhilarating experience of my life. And gradually, she began to feel pleasure too—her expression shifting from mere humiliation to one of awakening desire, drawn into a new, primal impulse.