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This all started when my husband said he wanted me to get to know his friends better. They are a group of 6 guys (including my husband) who are awfully close they have known each other for years. My husband is the only one who is married amongst his friends. He insisted that I dress sexy for our gatherings, as he wanted to show me off to his friends. I was happy to do this as I love my body and wear skirts and dresses regularly. I also didn't mind being the only girl present, as I have a lot of male friends and grew up with two brothers. We would all hang out every weekend and I got to know his friends really well.

About 6 months ago when we were going to hang out at his friend's place, my husband asked me to dress 'extra special'. I wore an ultra-short white mini skirt that hugged my body tightly and clearly showed my neon pink thong through the thin fabric (Outfit 1). I paired this with a pink, backless top that showed my nipples pointing through. To be honest, I had tons of trouble functioning in this outfit. My skirt kept on riding up and I constantly found myself pulling it down. When I sat, my skirt would ride up even more, exposing my bright pink thong to anyone who sat across from me, despite my best efforts to conceal it by crossing my legs or gluing them together. It was no use. I just sat there and let the guys enjoy the view.

I was sitting on the couch between two of my husband's friends, Rodney and Ken. Rodney is a well-built, muscular black guy and Ken is a tall, cute white man. Rodney and Ken playfully caressed my naked legs and bare back throughout the night and my husband didn't seem to mind this at all. I let them continue to caress me, as I enjoyed their soft touch on my body.

Shortly after that, my husband said that he was going out with the other 3 guys, and that Rodney and Ken would "take care of me". My husband had left his nearly naked wife in the company of two of his friends. When he left, Rodney and Ken started to move their fingers further up my leg to the hem of my tiny little skirt. And, without much contemplation, I found myself getting fucked by my husband's friends, my beautiful little pussy getting clobbered by their long, thick cocks. I had never felt a rush like this in my life. It was absolutely exhilarating and the amount of pleasure that I received truly put my husband's performance in the bedroom to shame.

One mystery remained when the night was over, however. Did my husband plan all of this? If he did, then what was his motivation? I had my suspicions, as he was always keen on showing me off to his friends and specifically asked me to put on this whorish outfit on this particular night. Not only that, he was completely not phased by his friends touching my naked legs and my bare back.

My husband solved this mystery for me the next day. He revealed to me that he was in on this from the start and meant for me to get fucked by Rodney and Ken based on a pact that the boys made in the past. My husband and his friends were always a wild bunch, partying every weekend and hooking up with new girls regularly. They thought that marriage would be the undoing of their exciting lifestyle and made a pact amongst the 6 of them to not get married. The first person to break this pact would have to let one of the boys fuck their wife. There were no two ways about it and they took the pact very seriously. As my husband was the first, and only one of his friends to get married, the sweepstakes to fuck my innocent pussy were up for grabs. Ken was the lucky winner, but Rodney insisted that he wanted in as well. Rodney had done some favours for my husband in the past, making my husband feel obliged to him and so they agreed that Ken and Rodney would do me together if I was willing. My husband made it clear that this was a one-time deal and would not be repeated. Everything would go back to normal.

But we had drifted far from normal at this point. I could not go back to normal. What I had experienced was the best sex of my life. I felt liberated, free, vulnerable, yet in control, and incredibly confident. It was too good to stop. I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop.

And so the following weekend when it was time for us to hang out again, I put on another slutty outfit - a super tight, slitted royal blue mini skirt and a white bralette (Outfit 2). I paired these with a white thong and peach-colored heels. I purposely wore a skirt that would ride up and show off my tiny thong when I sat or bent. When we got to his friend's house, I was much more confident and incredibly turned on by the fact that my skirt kept riding up to expose my butt cheeks when I bent and that anyone across from me had a perfect view of my white underwear that stood out under my blue skirt. I sat with Rodney the entire night, letting him touch and caress my white, creamy legs and my soft, bare back. My husband wasn't too fond of this, but I let it continue.

Some time after that, Rodney sent me a discreet text on my phone asking me to meet him at his car. It was time. Rodney left by saying he was grabbing a smoke, while I excused myself to the bathroom. I met Rodney in his car. I sucked his monstrous cock, gagging and choking, but my strong Lebanese pride made me stick to the task at hand. Within an instant, I found myself taking my thong off and hopping on Rodney, as his chocolate cock went between my vanilla legs and into my strawberry pussy. Rodney fucked me viciously and I hung on for dear life, as he thrusted and propelled his monster deeper and deeper into me. When it came time for him to finish, he asked me where I would like him to cum. I gave specific instructions to him to cum deep into my pussy. I did not care about the consequences or the risks that this would entail. In the moment, I was only concerned about one thing. I wanted all of him. Nothing held back. All or nothing. And so, Rodney shot his cum inside my drenched pussy like bullets. When he was done, I walked back to the house on my own with Rodney's sizzling white cum oozing out of my pussy and down my thighs.

And that brings us to our story now. The next morning when I woke up, I saw a Whatsapp notification. I had been added to a separate group chat with all my husband's friends...my husband was not in the group chat. It was just me and them.

One of his friends sent a message saying, "Hey Nina. We heard that Rodney gave it to you good last night. Hope you had fun. Your husband doesn't need to know about this group chat. He won't know anything. But the rest of us want our turn with you too. What do you say? P.S. You left your panties in Rodney's car."

My mind could not contain my excitement. Who would have thought that a good girl like me would become such a slut with my conservative upbringing. First, it was Ken and Rodney. And last night I had my brains fucked out by Rodney again without my husband's knowledge. He was totally clueless and oblivious to the fact that his sweet, innocent and pure wife got fucked by his friend. But again, who the fuck cares? This is who I am now. I need to do this. I can't go back to just fucking my husband. I need more. Much more. And his friends will give it to me. I didn't feel guilty about this either. My husband knew what he was doing when he let two of his friends fuck me. There were bound to be consequences. His expectation of this being a one time thing and for everything to go back to normal was unrealistic, and quite frankly, selfish. I was exposed to a world I never knew existed and I wanted to spread my wings and explore it to the fullest.

I sent a message back in the group chat with the words: "Tell Rodney he can keep my panties as a memory. I belong to the boys now. And to the boys I shall remain."

I knew that nothing would be the same now that I had sent this message. And I didn't care. This is what I want...no...this is what I need. The purpose of this group chat was for the boys to interact with me and for me to interact with them without any interference (AKA, my husband). As soon as I sent this message, the group chat was flooded with messages like "Woah Nina!", "Yes Nina!" and "I can't wait!". I felt an incredible rush as I began talking to them. Funny enough, the boys started to argue amongst themselves about who would have me first. Rodney was insisting he wanted me again, and so did Ken. The other two guys, Alex and Jamal, hadn't had their turn yet and were pushing to be next in line. The fifth guy was in a serious committed relationship with his girlfriend and couldn't bring himself to participate (no matter how much he wanted to). He still wanted to be part of the group chat to stay in the loop.

This went on for some time, with the boys continuing to argue amongst themselves. I just kept reading their messages, smiling ear to ear, feeling special and overly flattered with the attention I was receiving. Finally, Rodney sent a message that I did not expect. "How about we all do her...together. In one night." The boys slowly started to message back their agreement. Rodney sent another message, "How about it, Nina? Are you up for it?"

I froze. I didn't know what to do. Taking both Rodney and Ken together was a challenge in itself. But adding Alex and Jamal on top of that? Four guys together? I couldn't handle that. That's ridiculous! How would that even work? Reluctance and fear crept into my mind as I began to deliberate my options. And suddenly, my mind wandered deeper into the rabbit role as curiosity took its grasp. The five of us together...it could really be something special. I could experience pleasure that I never knew existed and getting fucked by all of them, one after another, sounds too good to pass on. I was scared. But I wanted it. I wanted to take the plunge, to take on the challenge of the extreme pounding that I was being offered. I was greedy and I wanted it all. It was as if my fingers had a mind of their own. I found myself typing in three letters - "Yes".

It was done. I was in it. I couldn't back down now. I was excited and nervous at the prospect of being treated like the boys' slut, their whore, their private hoe. It turned me on to no end. I felt empowered and strong and I couldn't wait! Saturday could not come soon enough!

Later that day, my husband told me that the boys couldn't hang out this coming weekend. Hmm, I wonder why. My husband asked me if I wanted to do date night on Saturday. "Actually, I was thinking of hanging with my girlfriends. It's been a while they wanted to see them." I lied confidently. Actually babe, I'm already doing date night. I've got four dates this Saturday but you're not one of them.

Saturday finally came around. I started to get ready by showering and shaving my pussy to make sure it was soft, fresh and velvet smooth for the boys. I did my hair just how I like it, straight all the way through with the ends teased to create subtle curls. I applied my makeup, eye shadow, eyeliner and crimson red lipstick. Then, it was time to get dressed. I went shopping earlier during the week and picked out my outfit.

What did I buy? Well, of course I bought a skirt! I love wearing skirts. Half of my closet is filled with them and the other half with dresses. This skirt was special. It was nude-brown in color, made up of a thick velvety, silky material, fitting super short and super tight (Outfit 3). My favorite feature of the skirt was the laces along the side that required tying and tightening. The laces started at the hem of the skirt and went all the way to the top, resulting in massive, gaping holes along the side of the skirt. It showed my naked thigh all the way to my hip bone and gave a sneak peek of my thong. At first, I thought about wearing a more subtle and less conspicuous colored thong. But who am I kidding? I LOVE showing off my thong to these boys. I opted to wear a leopard print thong instead, which I knew would stand out much more. I paired this with a backless black top with no bra.

I walked downstairs ready to leave where I saw my husband. "WOW!" he said. "You're looking incredible!"

"Thanks, babe" I responded. "I think you've made me hard, Steph, how 'bout a quick one before you head out?"

"Sorry babe, I can't. Got to go. Don't wait up. Me and the girls are going to be out late", I quickly said as I left. There is no way I'm going to let you have a taste before the boys are through with me. I don't want to spoil their meal. I want to stay tight, perky and perfect for them. Not that your dick is going to do much damage to my pussy anyway. I bet my pussy would have stayed nice and tight even if I had let you fuck me; they wouldn't know the difference. I hopped into the Uber, leaving my husband high and dry as I went to go see my boys.

We were meeting at Jamal's condo today. Jamal is a black guy, 6 ft tall, almost as well built as Rodney and was perhaps the cutest amongst them, while Alex is white and just as tall. I took the elevator up and knocked on the door. Jamal opened it for me. He smiled and hugged me as he let me in. Rodney, Alex and Ken were already there. I walked up to all the guys, giving them all a nice, tight squeeze. I gave Rodney his usual peck on the cheek as I took my seat in my regular spot beside him.

"How you doing, girl?" he asked. "I'm good!" I replied giddily. "What did you tell your man? I told him I was going out with the girls." They all laughed in unison. I smiled. "He wanted to do date night with me when he found out that you guys couldn't hang this weekend." They snickered at this. I enjoyed taking subtle jabs at my husband. He was the one that exposed me to this whole situation. If it weren't for him, I would have never become this person. I was always a good girl before all of this! But I guess I should be thanking him. This is the most alive I've ever felt, I would not have it any other way going foward!

We all got comfortable as the boys started passing drinks around. I took my glass, sipping it slowly I was enjoying the soothing warmth as it hit my throat. Rodney rested his glass on my thigh, using it like a coaster. I loved the feeling of his cool glass and hand resting on my leg. He would occasionally swirl his glass, causing the cool condensation from the melting ice drip on to my naked legs. Moments after, Jamal brought out tequila shots. The party was about to get started as I squirmed in my seat excitedly. The boys drank their shots first, straight and in one coordinated motion. Jamal gestured for me get out of my seat and make room for him. I got up off of the couch to give my seat to Jamal I proceeded to sit on the ground and on my knees.

My skirt tightened rose up further in my new position as I sat there on my knees in front of the 4 boys. Jamal handed me a tequila shot, poured salt in Alex's hand and lightly held a lemon slice in between his own teeth. I crawled closer to the guys, pulling Alex's hand close to my face as I licked the salt off of his palm, gently moving my tongue out to the tips of his fingers. I quickly took the shot. My throat was on fire as the hard tequila rapidly slid down my throat. I moved my face close to Jamal's and grabbed the lemon wedge out of his mouth as my lips briefly grazed his. I coughed as the boys cheered me on, smiling and proud of myself.

Good job, Steph! They handed me another shot, this time Jamal was pouring salt in his own hands he handing Alex a lemon wedge to squeeze between his lips. I grabbed Jamal's hand, eagerly licking the sodium off as I grabbed the lemon slice out of Alex's mouth, biting his bottom lip in the process. The boys howled and cheered for me as a feeling of accomplishment overcame me. I put my arms into the air yelling "WOOOOO!!!" and shook my hips from side to side while sitting on my knees. I did the same exercise with Ken.

Then it was Rodney's turn. As expected, Rodney provided the toughest challenge of them all. Jamal started to pour a fourth shot into my glass until Rodney motioned for him to stop. He snatched the tequila bottle out of Jamal's hands he gestured for me to come closer to him. I squirmed on my knees towards Rodney, moving my body closer and closer to his until I sat snugly between his legs. Rodney poured salt on his forearm he held the lemon slice in between his teeth. He beckoned me to lick the salt off of his arm which I did. He held me by the chin and pulled my face close to the bottle. "Open wide" he commanded. I opened my mouth he pulled my head back Rodney poured Tequila into my mouth. He gave me more than just a shot glass worth of the burning hot liquid as it spread down my throat like wildfire, some of it falling out of my mouth and dripping down my chin and chest like candle wax

. I pulled myself towards Rodney's face, but he playfully resisted. My eyes started to well up with tears as the tequila continued to burn my insides. Rodney retreated the lime back into his mouth. I jumped up on the couch I sat on to his lap, my knees resting on his large, muscular thighs, as I grabbed him by the back of his head and locked my lips with his. I started to kiss him passionately, using my tongue to hunt for the lemon slice in his mouth. Found it! I slid the lemon out of his mouth and bit into it, smiling from ear to ear as I enjoyed my victory. Once the burning of the tequila had ceased, I spat the lemon slice out of my mouth and pulled myself back towards Rodney, kissing him deeply and biting his lips in hunger.

He kissed me back, matching my passion blow for blow as he slid his large hands from my back and down to my bouncy ass cheeks. My skirt had slid up all the way, fully exposing my butt and my leopard print thong. Rodney smacked my right ass cheek hard. I let out a muffled moan while his tongue was in my mouth I dug my nails into his neck. SMACK! Rodney slapped my right butt cheek again I let out another moan. SMACK! Another one, harder than the last. My nails dug deeper into his neck as our kisses became wetter and fiercer. SMACK SMACK SMACK! The room filled with the deafening whipping sounds of Rodney's massive hands clapping my meaty ass.

The overwhelming pain and burning was only matched by the undeniable pleasure of being handled by this king-like man. The three other guys sat beside us enjoying the show. Jamal started to play with my hair, stroking his slender black fingers down my cheek, navigating to my shoulder and down to my arm. Rodney, being the generous friend he is, decided to let his friends in on the fun. He stopped kissing me he looked deep into my eyes, our noses touching, my lips quivering my right butt cheek burning and imprinted with the remnants of Rodney's hands. "You ready, baby girl?" he asked me.

"Hmm hmm" I nodded in a high-pitched, mouse-like moan. He lifted me off of his knees and gestured me to get back on to the floor. The boys stood up all together in military-like fashion they surrounded me, their bulges aching to be release from their denim prisons. I had a good idea of what I was expected to do. I unzipped their pants, one at a time, and slid them down with their boxer shorts. There they were large cocks. My kings standing above me, looking down on me, their magnificent cock’s firm and erect, waiting and begging for my attention.

I was intimidated and nervous. Fuck fuck fuck! This is it! Look at them. Just look at them! 4 beautiful dicks and they are all for me. They're so much bigger and thicker than my husband's! Am I going to be able to handle all of this? I've officially become their slut. They are going to destroy my pussy tonight; I just know it! Alex and Ken's dicks were roughly the same size, veiny, thick and appetizing. Jamal's dark cock was longer than the other two and looked like an absolute treat. But they were nothing compared to him. Rodney. He knew it as well. He knew that I wanted him most of all of them. I had seen his magnificent cock twice already, but it still captivated me just like it did the first two times.

Jamal moved his hands down to my spaghetti straps he pulled them off my shoulders, pulling my top down past my chest to my stomach. My small, innocent breasts were bare and my nipples hard and perky from the excitement. Jamal playfully flicked my nipple with his finger causing me to let out a quiet squeal. I grabbed each of their cocks I then started sucking each of their cock heads I gave them each 5 good sucks, starting with Ken and moving back to Rodney, ensuring they were properly lubricated before I started on the monumental task at hand.

I started by grabbing Jamal's cock with one hand and Ken's with the other as I moved my mouth close to Alex's cock. I started to suck his dick, bobbing my head back and forth, while attempting to stroke the other two. This was more difficult than it sounds. I initially had a tough time getting the motion right but sooner than later, I was able to coordinate the motion of my mouth with that of my hands. The boys each took turns stroking my hair. I moved my face to Jamal's monster dick and grabbed Alex and Rodney with my hands, continuing the exercise. Stroke and suck. Stroke and suck. Stroke and suck. Just keep going, Steph.

Keep making the boys proud. Prove to them that you're worthy of being their slut, worthy of the privilege to have them in your mouth, worth of them being inside you. Show them how special you are. Yes, that is right. I think I got this. I think I'm doing a good job. They seem to be loving it. I kept on sucking, slurping and stroking their dicks, giving each of them more than a turn of the wetness of my warm mouth. My eyes were closed, I fell into a trance-like state as I danced back and forth, dick to dick. I lost track of who I was sucking off and who I was stroking. I went to Rodney's massive monster and started to suck.

He stopped me and held my head in place. I paused and looked up at him down from my knees. He was massive, king-like I was intimidated by the way he looked down at me. He positioned his cock, his hands firmly around my head, as he started to penetrate my mouth. I grabbed two other cocks in my hands, I could not tell which cocks I had, but I started to furiously massage them. Rodney continued to fuck my face, his balls slapping against my chin as my spit gurgled and built up, leaking out of the sides of my mouth. Tears started to well up in my eyes as I looked up at this man penetrating my throat with his devilish cock. The pleasure overwhelmed me as I let out muffled moans of pleasure, taking tiny breaths whenever I could, making sure that I stood my ground and took the punishing he gave my mouth and throat. I loved it. Every second of it.

It was time for my next challenge. Jamal and Alex helped me up, Ken took off my top, skirt and thong. I stood there naked, as the boys looked at me hungrily, greedily, all wanting me and desiring me more than anything else. Rodney picked me up off of the ground he walked to the bedroom. The others followed closely behind. "WOOOOO" I yelled excitedly as the anticipation of what was going to come took hold of me, while the tequila started to marinate itself within my body.

Rodney gently laid me down on my back at the edge of the bed. He stood before me as I slid my ass closer to the edge of the bed, welcoming his cock with my widespread legs. Rodney forced his devilish cock into my drenched pussy, pounding me deep and hard, without mercy or restraint. I screamed and howled in pleasure. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME! GIVE IT TO ME, RODNEY! I NEED IT! GIVE IT TO ME!" Alex and Jamal climbed on to the bed and positioned themselves on either side of my mouth. I grabbed each cock in a hand I started to suck them off, regularly rotating from left to right, to ensure both of them got some. Ken climbed on to the bed he started to bite and kiss my tiny nipples. This set me off even more as the sensation of getting my nipples nibbled on provided me with sweet, sultry pleasure.

The boys rotated positions they each took turns at each station of my body. They were organized, quick and efficient. None of them came while they were fucking me. They were saving it...saving it for the finale. A mouth on my breasts. Two dicks in my mouth, and a cock in my pussy. Does it get any better than this? Yes...yes it does.

We changed positions. Jamal positioned himself under me as he pushed his cock in my pussy. He fucked me hard and deep, his thick black cock tearing and ripping through my pussy lips. Alex and Ken stood in front of my face as they put their cocks in my mouth one at a time, alternating and taking turns. Then Rodney spoke. "You ready, Steph?" He was standing behind me, his hard, intimidating cock demanding my undivided attention.

I turned back to look at him. "Ready for what, Rod?" "To take it in your white ass" he replied.

WHAT THE FUCK? I didn't know this was going to happen! In my ass? How could I survive that? No. I can't do that. Just my pussy. Not my ass. But...what if...what if it's incredible? Before this, I had no idea how good it would feel to become a slut. To no longer be a good girl. But I tried it. And I liked it...no...I loved it. What if I love this too? I took a deep breath and moaned my reply back. "I'm ready...".

Rodney took his finger he applied a generous amount of lubricant on his fingers and put them inside my asshole, putting one finger at a time inside my tiny little hole and pushing the lube deep inside. His fingers felt gigantic in my tight asshole but after a few seconds, I relaxed as I got used to it being inside me. Rodney positioned himself closer, his cock resting at the gates of my asshole, while the other 3 were fucking my mouth and pussy. Rodney gently applied pressure, pushing his cock inwards. I let out a scream despite how gentle he was. He paused but I told him to keep going. He went deeper and deeper, slowly and almost gentleman-like, as far in as he could go. Then he slowly slid out. I moaned in agonizing pleasure as he proceeded to go back in. Then out. In...out...in...out. Faster now. In...out...in...out. He started fucking my creamy white ass faster and faster. I was being fucked in all three of holes simultaneously. The boys rotated again, with someone new fucking my pussy, my ass and my mouth every few minutes.

"I'm yours!" I screamed. "I belong to the boys! I belong to the boys! I belong to the boys!" I chanted over and over. "I'm yours! You all own me! I'm your fucking whore! Your fucking slut! YES, YES YES, I BELONG TO THE BOYS!" The pleasure and pain were intense, fierce and indescribable as I lay there getting each area of my body pounded by them. The pounding made my toes curl, my knees buckle and my body orgasm multiple times.

"You guys almost there?" Rodney asked the others. They all nodded in agreement. They all stood around me stroking their dicks, with Ken and Alex near my pussy, Jamal standing by my breasts and Rodney standing by my face. Jamal came first he squirted his huge load all over my tits. The warm, hot liquid felt soothing and refreshing on my skin as it slid down my perky breasts and all over my chest and stomach.

Ken was next as he unloaded himself all over my pussy, making it wetter than it already was with his cum. Alex followed him up adding to the stickiness with his cum landing on my stomach and trickling down to my pussy and creating a pool inside my belly button. Then it was Rodney's turn. His moans sounded like roars as his massive cock shot out truckloads of cum towards my face. It landed smack-dab in the middle, covering my nose, forehead, mouth and chin. The boys left me to go clean themselves as I laid there, soaked in hot white cum from 4 different cocks, sticking to my pussy, stomach, breasts, neck and face. I scooped some of Rodney's cum off of my face and licked my fingers and proceeded to taste the others as well.

Their cum was salty and delicious and felt like a well-deserved treat for me. I continued to slowly scoop bits and bits of their cum on to my fingers and lick it, savoring each drop. Rodney came back into the room he handed me a towel. I wiped myself clean and he effortlessly picked up my exhausted body in his arms. With my arms and legs firmly wrapped around his body, he walked me over to the bathroom joined me in the shower a few seconds later. Rodney took care of me, gently lathering my body with soap and water. We kissed passionately in the shower, our wet mouths and bodies locked and united in embrace. He fucked me once more in the shower, this time much more gently, almost lovingly. When we were clean, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out the bathroom.

Rodney gave me his shirt to wear while he kept his undershirt on. I put it on, it was large enough to be a dress. I walked out to the living room to find the rest of the boys waiting for me. I smiled naughtily to all of them they smiled back as I took my seat. My skirt, top and thong were still on the floor. I decided to check my phone. It was past 1 AM and I had 2 missed calls and several texts from my husband. "When will you be home", he asked. I texted back, "Hey babe, just about finished, gonna be home in an hour. Love you."

I quickly dried my hair and hugged the guys. I gave Rodney a kiss and proceeded to take off the shirt to return to him. "Keep it" he said. I smiled as I stuffed his shirt into my bag. I walked naked towards my clothes and started to put my thong on before stopping halfway. I took the thong back off and walked up to Rodney. "Here's something in return. Another memory for you." He smiled back and slapped my ass as I skipped giddily back to my clothes.

As I was putting my skirt and top back on, I could hear the boys discussing something amongst themselves. I waved goodbye to them they started walking towards the door when Rodney called out, "Hey Steph. What are your plans 2 weekends from now?" "Nothing yet" I replied. "The boys and I were just talking. How 'bout we take a trip down South. You and the four of us. Leave your man here. It'll be nice to get somewhere warm. What do you say?"

I bit my lower lip and replied back with a smile, "I wouldn't miss it for anything just let me know."

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My husband and I have been married for a year and he is the only guy I have ever been with. Since we've been married, my husband has wanted me to get to know his friends better, which I was happy to do. They are a close knit group of 6 guys (including my husband) and my husband is the only one of them who is married.

The first time we were going to hang out with them was at a BBQ. I put on a t-shirt, jeans and flats. My husband saw me and said, "Oh, you're wearing that?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" I asked.

"I was thinking you could wear something a little more sexy. I want all my boys to see how gorgeous my wife is." he replied with a grin.

"You want to show me off, huh," I said smiling. "I'll wear a dress."

"Perfect!" he replied.

I went back to my closet to see what else I could wear. I love my soft legs and my ass is one of my best features, which is why I wear skirts and dresses all the time and feel very comfortable in them. I searched my closet and picked out a white floral mini dress. When we got to the BBQ, all the guys greeted me with a hug. I was the only girl there, but this didn't bother me as I have a lot of guy friends and grew up with 2 brothers. We were there until 2 in the morning, had plenty to drink and eat, told a lot of jokes and the guys were all really nice to me.

We hung out almost every weekend after that. I became a part of their group. Every time I would go see them, I would always wear something sexy; a short dress or a mini skirt with a crop top. I loved the attention the guys gave me and I could tell that my husband was proud of having me as his wife.

One day my husband came to me and said he wants me to wear something special for the coming weekend. He had bought me a white mini skirt and a pink crop top online. The day came for us to go to his friend's place. I put on the white skirt. It was by far the shortest and tightest skirt I had ever worn and had a slit on the side. The pink top was tight, revealed a good amount of cleavage and had no back. I didn't wear a bra but put on a pink thong and heels and looked at myself in the mirror. The skirt was very short and slightly see through. My neon pink thong was easily visible through the skirt's material.

I went to my husband and said, "Babe, I think this outfit is a bit too much. I don't think I can sit in this skirt without showing too much and it's see through. And can I wear another top?"

"Nonsense!" he responded. "You look fucking amazing! Don't change a thing! Plus we're getting late."

"All right babe, if you say so," I said. "Can I at least wear a lighter colour thong? This one is too bright and can easily be seen through the skirt."

"No, it's fine. Leave it, we're getting late." he said forcefully.

I reluctantly agreed and we drove to his friend's place. I walked inside with my husband and all 5 of his friends instantly had their eyes fixated on me. I slowly walked to each one of them and gave them a hug. To be truthful, I was feeling slightly uncomfortable. I had to constantly pull the skirt down as it kept riding up with every step. I went and sat on the couch in between two of his friends. My husband sat on a nearby chair, while the other 3 guys sat across from me. To my horror, when I sat down, my skirt rode up even more, giving a clear view of my neon pink thong to the guys sitting across from me. I could instantly tell that they noticed as I saw a smile on all their faces and their eyes fixated in the space between my legs. I stood up and re-adjusted my skirt, and sat back down. It was no use; the skirt rode up again and they got another peak. I tried to cross my legs, but that felt uncomfortable, as the skirt rose up from other side almost entirely. So, I finally decided to cut my losses and uncrossed my legs, pulled my skirt down slightly and sat with my legs together. The guys across from me still had a view of my thong, but I decided that it was okay. At least they couldn't see what was under it, right? I glanced at my husband, who could tell what was happening. He offered me a reassuring smile and I felt better.

We started talking and joking around as usual. One of the guys got me a drink and I got more comfortable. His friend, Rodney, was sitting beside me put his arm around me and said, "So Nina, you're looking amazing today. Even more spectacular than usual."

"Thank you", I said as I blushed and smile shyly.

Rodney slid his hand and rested it in the middle part of my lower back. My back was completely naked in my backless crop top. I felt a bit uncomfortable as he was doing this, but one of the other guys poured me another drink. I drank it to calm my nerves. Suddenly, his other friend, Ken, who was sitting on my left, rested his hand on my bare leg. I was shocked and instantly looked at my husband for some sort of reaction. He noticed it but did not flinch.

I decided to excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I got up and my tiny skirt rode up even further, from the front and the back. I quickly pulled it down and took careful, calculated steps towards the bathroom. As I was walking away, I could feel all the guys staring at me. I heard them whispering to each other and laughing.

"Fuck, they can clearly see my thong through this ridiculous skirt!" I said to myself.

I picked up the pace and walked away to the bathroom. When I came out, I noticed the air around me become a lot cooler. The guys had turned up the air conditioning. I was freezing.

"Hey guys, do you mind turning down the A/C, please?" I asked. "It's getting kinda chilly in here."

"Sure thing", said one of the guys as I took my original seat, this time more confidently adjusting my skirt.

But the air just kept on getting cooler. All the guys were fully clothed in pants and shirts while I was sitting there freezing in a micro mini skirt and a backless crop top. Then, something unexpected happened. The cool air caused my nipples to show through my top.

"Fuck Nina!" I said to myself. "Did you need to pick today of all days to not wear a bra?"

I adjusted my arms slightly to cover my chest so as to not make it obvious that my nipples were hard and could be seen through my top.

"Hey Nina" said one of the guys. "You mind pouring us all some drinks?"

"Damn it" I said to myself in my head. "How do I hide my chest now?"

There was a table in between us with a bunch of glasses and bottles. I sat on my knees and slowly started to pour the drinks. There was no way I could hide my nipples. The guys could clearly see them through my top. I quickly poured the last of the drinks and grabbed one for myself too as I took my seat again. The warm alcohol was soothing as it hit my throat.

A few moments later, I pulled my husband aside and said, "Babe, I think I want to leave. I'm honestly feeling a little uneasy with what I'm wearing and I think your friends turned up the A/C so they could see through my shirt."

"Don't be ridiculous," he replied. "The guys love you, we're all like a family. Just try to have a good time."

"Okay babe. If you say so."

I decided to loosen up a bit and sat back down. At this point, I figured it was too late to hide anything. They had already seen my neon pink thong under my skirt and my hard nipples popping through my shirt. So I went back to talking to the guys as normal.

As I had a couple more drinks, I noticed the two guys beside me, Rodney and Ken, started to get touchy with me; caressing my naked legs and stroking my back. My husband did not seem to notice (or care) and so I let them continue.

A while later, my husband said to me, "Honey, the four of us are going to go out for a bit. Why don't you stay back with Ken and Rod?"

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Just out. I'll be back soon, don't worry. They'll look after you."

And with that, my husband had left his nearly naked wife with two of his friends who were feeling up her naked legs and back. The guys gave me a shot which I instantly took. I felt better and more calm. Rodney's hand went higher up my legs to the hem of my skirt. I looked at him, then down at his hand on my leg and then back at him. He was staring back at me, smiling. I then felt a sensation on my other leg. I turned to look at Ken, who also slid his hand up my leg, playing with the hem of my skirt where the slit was.

"What are we doing here guys?" I asked.

"Don't worry" said Rodney. "Just relax. He won't mind."

How could he not mind? I'm his wife for God's sake! I'm a married woman and I committed to my husband. I need to put a stop to this. But...why would he leave me here? Why would he ask me to dress this way? Why didn't he put a stop to them touching my naked legs and back? He must have known this would happen. This was all a set up. It must have been! My husband must have left his wife here so that his friends could fuck her! He must have! Right?

It was too late to deliberate this any further. The boys had already started to reach under my skirt. Ken pushed his fingers against my pussy rotating as Rodney started to kiss my neck. Within seconds, I was soaking wet. I spread my legs wide as I reached for both their crotches. They were both rock hard! Rodney kept biting my neck and shoulder while Ken continued to rub my pussy. I turned to Ken, unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers. What I saw was astonishing. A throbbing, pulsing cock, glistening from the tip. I put both legs on the couch, turned to Ken and faced my ass towards Rodney. I brought my head closer to Ken's cock, gently licking the pre-cum off. Rodney pulled my soaking neon pink thong halfway down my legs, as I felt his wet lips french kiss my sweet, creamy pussy. I moaned in pleasure as I slowly started to take Ken's cock in my mouth. He was much bigger than my husband and while I couldn't take it all the way in, I did my very best. I wouldn't want to disappoint my husband's friends, after all! I started to aggressively suck his dick, bobbing my head up and down as he grabbed my hair and held it up to keep it out of the way. Rodney kept on french kissing my pussy while fingering it too. I moaned in pleasure as I kept on sucking.

"Is it my turn yet?" asked Rodney.

I turned my big creamy ass towards Ken as I unzipped Rodney. His dick was even bigger than Ken's. Huge, pulsating, throbbing and veiny! I was scared to take it in my mouth, but did so anyway. I moaned as I lathered his giant cock with my tongue, sucking aggressively, fiercely and as well as I knew how. Then suddenly, I felt a jolt of pleasure. Ken had inserted his cock into my wet, eager pussy. I moaned in pain, sucking Rodney's cock while getting fucked by Ken.

"FUCK" I said to myself.

"She's such a good girl" said Rodney. "I'm so glad we got this bitch!"

"Her pussy is nice man. So fucking fresh. I don't think her man was giving it to her right. Was he giving it to you right, Nina?" Ken asked.

"No he wasn't" I moaned in between breaths. "He didn't fuck me right. I need you both to give it to me! I need it! I...FUCKING...NEED...IT!!!"

Ken kept on fucking me, picking up the pace. Suddenly he let out a loud cry, releasing his cum all over my pussy. Ken collapsed back on to the couch.

"My turn" said Rodney confidently. He made me stand up and bent me over the couch, with my mouth hanging over Ken's cock. I took Ken's cock in my mouth, gently licking and cleaning the cum off of it. Rodney grabbed me by my hips from behind as I was bent over, kicked one of my legs so as to spread my legs wider, making room for his monster cock. I felt the tip of his monster touch my innocent, cum-covered pussy. I let out a moan of anticipation and suddenly a loud scream as Rodney punched his massive dick into my tiny pussy. It was a jolt of pleasure and pain mixed together. Rodney was swift, skillful and confident in his technique. He was rough, forceful, and so fucking strong. I was getting fucked so aggressively by him that I had a hard time keeping my head straight while sucking Ken off.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!" I yelled as I was getting pounded by my husband's best friends.

"I'm gonna cum inside you bitch, and I'm not pulling out" said Rodney angrily.

"NOOOO" I screamed. "Don't cum inside me! Please.....don't....it's....not....safe...!"

Too late. Rodney unleashed a tsunami of his hot, white cum into my pussy. I screamed in pleasure as the waves of cum crashed against my insides. At this point, I didn't care about the risks of having another man's cum inside me. This was worth it. So fucking worth it. Rodney collapsed on the couch beside Ken. My legs were shaking and my toes curled up as my body weakened and I fell on my knees. I slowly crawled towards their cocks, and went on clean-up duty, sucking and licking off every last drop of cum.

"Go get cleaned up." Rodney said, as he slapped me on my ass.

I walked towards the bathroom, weakly. I started to clean myself, my legs and my pussy which were covered in cum. Rodney's cum was still leaking out of my pussy. I did the best I could and looked at myself in the mirror. My makeup had worn off, my hair was a mess, but my face was glowing. This was the face of a woman who just fucked 2 of her husband's best friends. A woman who let her husband's friend cum inside her. But it didn't matter. None of it mattered. This was the best experience that I had ever had. And I would do it again. I hope to do it again. I have to...

I walked out of the bathroom to see that my husband and his other friends had returned.

"Hey babe", my husband said smiling. "Did Rodney and Ken look after you?"

"Yes they did babe" I said as I looked at Rodney. Rodney winked back at me.

As we drove home, I kept thinking about the unbelievable experience I had. The amount of pleasure I felt. Did my husband know? Did he plan this? I didn't have answers to these questions. What I did know is that this won't be the last time this happens.

PART 2

My name is Nina and I am 27 years old. I am born and raised in Canada but have a Middle-Eastern background (Lebanese to be specific). I am 5 foot 1 inch, about 115 pounds, dark brown hair, light skin. My breasts are on the smaller side, with perky nipples, but my butt more than makes up for it. I am married to my husband, a white man who is 30 and he is the only relationship I have ever had. Growing up in a conservative, Middle-Eastern household, I wasn't allowed to date or have boyfriends like my friends. I met my spouse in University and we have been married for one year.

When we got married, my husband wanted me to get to know his friends. They are a tight-knit group of 6 guys who have known each other for years, of which my husband is the only married one. My husband loved showing me off to his friends and requested that I show off my body in little skirts, tiny dresses and low-cut tops. I had no problem doing this. I am super comfortable with my body and regularly wear skirts and dresses, so I was happy to do this. It also didn't bother me that I was the only girl amongst a group of 6 guys. I have tons of guy friends and I grew up with 2 brothers.

About 6 months ago when we were going to hang out at his friend's place, my husband asked me to dress extra "special". I obliged and walked into a room full of men wearing the shortest and tightest white mini skirt and a backless pink crop top. My perky little nipples were showing through my top and my neon pink thong could be seen through the thin material of my skirt. I constantly had issues concealing my thong when I sat down or moved around and the guys had a good view throughout the night. The two guys I was sitting between, Rodney and Ken, softly caressed my naked legs and exposed back throughout the night in front of my husband. My husband didn't say anything and so I let it continue, enjoying his friends' soft fingers stroke parts of my body.

Sometime into the night, my husband and 3 of his friends decided to go out. He asked me to stay with Rodney and Ken and said that they would "take care of me while he's gone". Rodney is a well built, incredibly attractive black guy, while Ken is a tall, good-looking white man. I sat between the two of them, nearly naked in my slutty outfit, as they both put their hands at the hem of my skirt. Before I knew it, I was on the couch getting my sweet, tight, innocent pussy hammered by these monster cocks. This was the best sexual experience I had ever had. Up until this point, I never knew how good sex could be. I had no frame of reference as my husband was the only guy I had ever been with. This experience opened my eyes to a whole new realm of possibilities.

I cleaned up as best as I could before my husband returned with his other friends. As we were driving home, I had a million questions racing through my mind. How did this happen? Why did I fuck two of my husband's best friends? Did my husband know about this? Was this a set up? It must have been! He loved the idea of showing me off to his friends and always asked me to wear revealing clothes around them. And why didn't he say anything when they were touching me throughout the night? Surely he must have known I was enjoying it. If he really had a problem, he would have intervened. He must be in on it! He must be! Right? But what if this was wishful thinking? What if he had no idea that his wife got smashed by two of his best friends? Will this destroy my marriage? I was confused and didn't know what to do, so I didn't bring it up to him.

The next morning, my husband said to me, "So, did you have fun last night?"

"Yeah babe", I replied. "It's always fun to chill with the guys."

"What did you guys get up to while I was out?" he asked.

"Oh nothing, just sat and talked, watched some TV, you know, the usual", I replied.

FUCK FUCK FUCK! He knows! He knows something is up! My face turned red and my body got hot out of nervousness. There was a long, deafening silence and pause in the air as my husband studied me.

"Relax babe", he said with a smile. "I know what happened. "You got some action last night with Rod and Ken."

I was shocked, confused and puzzled as I asked, "How...How did you know?"

"I'm not mad", he said. "I knew this was going to happen. Me and the boys had planned this out."

A wave of relief swam through my body as I asked, "But why? Why would you want them to fuck me?"

"Well", he said as he paused to gather his thoughts. "The boys and I always had a pact. We were all single guys too busy partying with other girls and living life to the fullest. We always thought that marriage would get in the way of us having fun, and so we decided that we would all stay single and party for the rest of our days." He took another pause. "We also said that whoever would be the first one to break this pact would have to let one of the other boys have his wife for one night. I never thought in a million years that I would be the first one of my friends to get married. But then I met you, fell in love with you, your innocence, your beautiful personality and your purity".

Yeah...if only you knew how innocent and pure I was last night.

He continued, "I couldn't resist marrying you before some other lucky bastard did. Sharing you with a friend once was a small price to pay to be with you."

"But...I did it with both Rod and Ken", I said nervously.

"Yeah I know", he replied. "Initially it was only supposed to be Ken. The boys played a game of cards to decide who won the Nina sweepstakes and Ken won. But Rod...he wanted in on the action too. I owe Rod a couple of favours. He helped me get my job and said he wanted to participate. Ken had no issue with this. And I couldn't say no to Rod. He's been there to help me out as a friend when I needed it most."

"I see" I said, nodding slowly.

"And so", he continued. "The boys and I decided to leave you alone with Rod and Ken and to see if you would take the bait when they came on to you. If you had refused, it would have ended right there. But you went with it. Like I said, it's a one time deal, and a pact is a pact."

"A pact is a pact" I echoed.

"So, with that out of the way. Tell me how it was" he said.

"Oh it was good, honey. I enjoyed it", I said casually.

"But did you love it? Were they as good as me?"

"Of course not, honey. Nothing compares to what we have together." I lied.

A smile crept on his face as he said, "That's good. I wouldn't want you having too much fun now. I'm glad we got it over with. Like I said, it was a one time deal."

Oh, my poor husband. If only you knew how much fun I really had. If only I could tell you the truth. I wish I could tell you how much bigger and better they were than you. I wish I could tell you how much stronger, faster, swifter and assertive they were than you. I wish I could tell you that you opened a door that can no longer be closed. You opened my eyes to a whole new world that I never knew existed. How are you ever going to follow up what Rodney and Ken did to me? How are you ever going to measure up? How are you going to fulfill my needs and desires? You can't. You just can't! This was not a one time deal, babe. This was just an initiation. I belong to the boys now. And to the boys I shall remain.

The following weekend, we all made plans to hang out again. I took extra time to get ready and look perfect for the boys. I showered, dried my hair and sat down to do my hair and make up. I kept my hair straight and slightly teased the ends so as to form subtle curls. I sat down to do my makeup, applying my favourite pink lipstick, foundation, eyeliner and eyeshadow. Once I was satisfied with the result, I walked over to my closet to pick out an outfit. There was so much to choose from, but of course, nothing but the sluttiest outfits would do for these occasions. I picked out a lace white bralette as my top and a tightly-fitting royal blue mini skirt. The skirt had two slits on both sides, each about 3 inches high, and was super short and snug. I sat down after wearing the skirt to see if it rode up. It did. Good. I want it to ride up when I sit. Now, to pick out a thong that can easily be seen when I bend or sit. Let's just do a classic white thong. It'll even match with my top. Perfect! I paired the outfit with a pair of peach coloured heels and went downstairs to find my husband waiting for me.

"Babe you wearing that tonight? Don't you think it shows a bit too much?" he asked.

"It's fine babe. I think it's cute. I like it." I replied.

Oh, how the tables have turned. First you wanted me to be half naked in front of your friends and now you're asking me to cover up? Not gonna happen, babe. This is who I am now. You have unleased a hunger and thirst inside me that needs to be quenched and satisfied. I belong to the boys now. And to the boys I shall remain.

We arrived at his friends house where all the boys were seated in their regular spots. I confidently walked over to them, bent down and gave each of them a tight squeeze. I was fully aware that my skirt rose up each time I bent down to give a hug. But I didn't care. Rodney was last in line. I walked up to him, bent down to give him the longest and tightest hug of the bunch, gave him a friendly peck on the cheek and sat in between him and one of the other guys. My husband sat down at a nearby chair. My skirt rode up again as I sat down, giving a clear view of my white thong to the guys sitting across. I could feel their gazes piercing my pussy and I loved it. I didn't care to adjust the skirt like last time or cross my legs. I simply sat there, with my legs together, letting them enjoy the view. The two slits on the sides of my skirt became wider when I sat down and my creamy white legs pushed against the fabric. Rodney handed me a drink as he placed his hand on my thigh, stroking his long black fingers up and down my leg, getting dangerously close to the hem of my skirt. I instantly bit my bottom lip as I felt a tinge of pleasure. I saw my husband looking uneasy as he watching this muscular black man touch his "sweet, innocent and conservative" Lebanese wife. I loved every second of it as I felt goosebumps emerging on my skin.

We drank and talked as the night got going, while Rodney kept on touching my creamy white legs. Suddenly I felt my phone vibrate. It was a text message from my husband saying, "Babe, what the fuck is Rodney doing touching your legs like that! Tell him to stop or I will!"

I texted back, "Babe why are you getting so worked up? It's all right, Rodney's a friend. He's my friend too. He's just being nice. Don't be a dick, remember how much he has helped you in your time of need?"

He messaged back, "Okay, you're right. I'm overreacting. Ignore what I said."

The night continued as usual as we all had a few more drinks. I felt my phone buzz again. God, what does he want now?

I opened my phone and to my surprise, it wasn't my husband. It was a message from Rodney saying only one word: "NOW."

"Now?" I texted back. "But he's right here. How do I sneak away?"

He texted, "I'm going to say I'm going for a smoke. Say you're going to the bathroom or something and go out the back door. Meet me in my car."

"K..." I texted.

Rodney got up and went outside. A couple minutes later, I excused myself to the bathroom. I walked quickly towards the bathroom, past it, and out the back door. I went around the house and to the driveway to see Rodney waiting in his car. I walked to his car and hopped into the passenger seat. Rodney started his engine and started driving; he parked a block away from the party. He looked at my trembling body, adjusted his seat back and pulled my face close to his, kissing me deep as I bit his lips. I moved my lips down his body, fiercely kissing and biting his neck like a tigress who hadn't eaten anything for days, while blindly unzipping his pants and pulling his boxers down. I felt his monster cock in my hand as I was kissing him. I moved my face close to his cock; his veiny, black, pulsing brutal cock, glistening at the tip with his sweet precum. I desperately licked it up and down like an ice cream cone, trying to lather every inch of his devilish cock. I moved my mouth up to the tip, took a deep breath and opened as wide as I could to take his cock in.

What an incredible looking dick. Why can't my husband have a cock like this? Why couldn't he be blessed with a monster like Rodney's? I felt Rodney's cock tickle the back of my throat as my gag reflex kicked in. I stood my ground and kept sucking. I'm Lebanese, after all! We don't back down from a challenge! The battle between my tiny mouth and his giant dick continued. He had his hands grasped firmly around my head as he penetrated my mouth, fucking my skull like an animal. Finally, he pulled my face up, grabbing me by the chin as I looked into his eyes. He said only one word and I knew what to do: "NOW." I swiftly pulled my soaking wet thong off, threw it in the backseat and hopped on Rodney's beastly Rod. I let out a quiet scream and my mouth shot open as his cock permeated my pussy lips. I started bouncing on his cock, faster and faster, getting fucked by my husband's devilishly handsome black friend. I was not able to differentiate between the pain and pleasure as his dick was ripping through my tiny hole, going deeper and deeper each time. I moaned and moaned and moaned, gasping for air as I was getting smashed, sweating profusely all over, digging my nails into his back and shoulders.

I saw my phone light up and vibrate from the corner of my eye. It was my husband texting me, "Hey, you all right? You've been in there for an awful lot."

I drifted into my thoughts. Oh my God, I am such a whore. I am cheating on my husband with his friend. What would he think? What would my conservative, Middle-Eastern family think of this? But then again...who the fuck cares? This is who I am now. I'm a girl who has needs and desires that her husband simply cannot meet. I'm a girl who needs this, needs this to feel fulfilled, to have some semblance of meaning and passion in her life. There's no going back. Not after this. I'm on a path now, a dark path that I can't turn away from. I belong to the boys now. And to the boys I shall remain.

Rodney started to fuck me faster, each thrust fiercer than the last. I could tell he was about to finish.

"Where do you want my cum?" he asked.

My mind started to race again. I shouldn't take another risk. Last time he came inside me and that was risky. Sure it was fun, but is it worth the risk? Who am I kidding? Of course it's worth it! This is Rodney we're talking about. I want every fucking drop of his cum squirted deep into my vagina. It's all or nothing.

"Inside me" I whispered softly.

And with that, Rodney pulled me close towards his cock, our lips locked together as he unleashed a storm of cum that marinated every inch of my insides. One shot, two shots, three and four. I counted four shots of cum shooting into my insides as I let out a moan, collapsing into his arms, my lips pressed against his broad shoulders. We sat there for a few moments, my tiny body and legs wrapped around him, his big hands supporting my butt. My phone started vibrating again. It was my husband calling. FUCK! How long have we been out here?

To avoid suspicion, I decided to walk back to the house. I texted my husband that I went for a walk to get some air. As I walked back, I could feel Rodney's hot cum slowly oozing out of my pussy and down my legs, as the hot cum met the cool fall breeze. I went back into the house through the back door and into the bathroom, spooling toilet paper to wipe away any obvious signs of my recent pounding. I looked at myself in the mirror. I forgot my purse back at the couch and couldn't fix my makeup. My eyeliner and eyeshadow were smudged and my hair was a mess after the beating I took. I did the best I could, wiping the black eyeliner and eye shadow away with my fingers and running through my hair to make it presentable. It was no use. I looked like I just got fucked. Anyone could tell. There was nothing to do but go back.

I walked back to the sitting area where all the boys were. My husband turned to look at me. "You okay babe?"

"Yeah, just wanted to get some fresh air." I lied. More like fresh cock.

I could feel a little bit of Rodney's cum oozing out as I sat down. There was so much of it that I couldn't possibly clean it all. I tightly closed my legs and clenched my pussy, hoping to contain the leakage. I was exhausted, tired and weak from Rodney hammering my pussy. It was the best sex I had ever had by a long shot, but it truly took a lot out of me. The boys were all looking at me, each of them with a grin on their face. They know. They all know. Everyone in the room knows what just happened, except my husband.

The next morning when I woke up, I saw a Whatsapp notification. I had been added to a separate group chat with all my husband's friends...my husband was not in the group chat. It was just me and his 5 friends.

One of his friends sent a message saying, "Hey Nina. We heard that Rodney gave it to you good last night. Hope you had fun. Your husband doesn't need to know about this group chat. He won't know anything. But the rest of us want our turn with you too. What do you say? P.S. You left your panties in Rodney's car."

My mind could not contain my excitement. Who would have thought that I would become such a slut with my conservative upbringing. First, it was Ken and Rodney. And last night I had my brains fucked out by Rodney again without my husband's knowledge. He was totally clueless and oblivious to the fact that his sweet, innocent and pure wife got fucked by his friend. But again, who the fuck cares? This is who I am now. I need to do this. I can't go back to just fucking my husband. I need more. Much more. And his friends will give it to me.

I sent a message back in the group chat with the words: "You can keep my panties as a memory. I belong to the boys. And to the boys I shall remain."

These words changed my life as I typed them into the group chat that my husband's friends created. My husband was not invited to the group chat. Just me, his slutty wife, who just the night before fucked one of his best friends behind his back.

But let's back up for a second. My name is Nina. I'm 27 years old, 5 foot 1 inch tall, about 115 pounds with dark brown hair, light skin and brown eyes. I was born and raised in Canada but my background is Lebanese. I have small, but perky breasts, soft creamy legs and my butt is the feature I'm most proud of. My husband and I have been married for a year. Prior to this experience, he was the only man I had ever been with. Growing up in an ultra-conservative family meant that I couldn't have boyfriends or stay out late.

This all started when my husband said he wanted me to get to know his friends better. They are a group of 6 guys (including my husband) who are very close and have known each other for years. My husband is the only one who is married amongst his friends. He insisted that I dress sexy for our gatherings, as he wanted to show me off to his friends. I was happy to do this as I love my body and wear skirts and dresses regularly. I also didn't mind being the only girl present, as I have a lot of male friends and grew up with two brothers. We would all hang out every weekend and I got to know his friends really well.

About 6 months ago when we were going to hang out at his friend's place, my husband asked me to dress 'extra special'. I wore an ultra-short white mini skirt that hugged my body tightly and clearly showed my neon pink thong through the thin fabric (Outfit 1). I paired this with a pink, backless top that showed my nipples pointing through. To be honest, I had tons of trouble functioning in this outfit. My skirt kept on riding up and I constantly found myself pulling it down. When I sat, my skirt would ride up even more, exposing my bright pink thong to anyone who sat across from me, despite my best efforts to conceal it by crossing my legs or gluing them together. It was no use. I just sat there and let the guys enjoy the view.

I was sitting on the couch between two of my husband's friends, Rodney and Ken. Rodney is a well-built, muscular black guy and Ken is a tall, cute white man. Rodney and Ken playfully caressed my naked legs and bare back throughout the night and my husband didn't seem to mind this at all. I let them continue to caress me, as I enjoyed their soft touch on my body.

Shortly after that, my husband said that he was going out with the other 3 guys, and that Rodney and Ken would "take care of me". My husband had left his nearly naked wife in the company of two of his friends. When he left, Rodney and Ken started to move their fingers further up my leg to the hem of my tiny little skirt. And, without much contemplation, I found myself getting fucked by my husband's friends, my beautiful little pussy getting clobbered by their long, thick cocks. I had never felt a rush like this in my life. It was absolutely exhilarating and the amount of pleasure that I received truly put my husband's performance in the bedroom to shame.

One mystery remained when the night was over, however. Did my husband plan all of this? If he did, then what was his motivation? I had my suspicions, as he was always keen on showing me off to his friends and specifically asked me to put on this whorish outfit on this particular night. Not only that, he was completely not phased by his friends touching my naked legs and my bare back.

My husband solved this mystery for me the next day. He revealed to me that he was in on this from the start and meant for me to get fucked by Rodney and Ken based on a pact that the boys made in the past. My husband and his friends were always a wild bunch, partying every weekend and hooking up with new girls regularly. They thought that marriage would be the undoing of their exciting lifestyle and made a pact amongst the 6 of them to not get married. The first person to break this pact would have to let one of the boys fuck their wife. There were no two ways about it and they took the pact very seriously. As my husband was the first, and only one of his friends to get married, the sweepstakes to fuck my innocent pussy were up for grabs. Ken was the lucky winner, but Rodney insisted that he wanted in as well. Rodney had done some favours for my husband in the past, making my husband feel obliged to him and so they agreed that Ken and Rodney would do me together if I was willing. My husband made it clear that this was a one-time deal and would not be repeated. Everything would go back to normal.

But we had drifted far from normal at this point. I could not go back to normal. What I had experienced was the best sex of my life. I felt liberated, free, vulnerable, yet in control, and incredibly confident. It was too good to stop. I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop.

And so the following weekend when it was time for us to hang out again, I put on another slutty outfit - a super tight, slitted royal blue mini skirt and a white bralette (Outfit 2). I paired these with a white thong and peach coloured heels. I purposely wore a skirt that would ride up and show off my tiny thong when I sat or bent. When we got to his friend's house, I was much more confident and incredibly turned on by the fact that my skirt kept riding up to expose my butt cheeks when I bent and that anyone across from me had a perfect view of my white underwear that stood out under my blue skirt. I sat with Rodney the entire night, letting him touch and caress my white, creamy legs and my soft, bare back. My husband wasn't too fond of this, but I let it continue.

Some time after that, Rodney sent me a discreet text on my phone asking me to meet him at his car. It was time. Rodney left by saying he was grabbing a smoke, while I excused myself to the bathroom. I met Rodney in his car. I sucked his monstrous cock, gagging and choking, but my strong Lebanese pride made me stick to the task at hand. Within an instant, I found myself taking my thong off and hopping on Rodney, as his chocolate cock went between my vanilla legs and into my strawberry pussy. Rodney fucked me viciously and I hung on for dear life, as he thrusted and propelled his monster deeper and deeper into me. When it came time for him to finish, he asked me where I would like him to cum. I gave specific instructions to him to cum deep into my pussy. I did not care about the consequences or the risks that this would entail. In the moment, I was only concerned about one thing. I wanted all of him. Nothing held back. All or nothing. And so, Rodney shot his cum inside my drenched pussy like bullets. When he was done, I walked back to the house on my own with Rodney's sizzling white cum oozing out of my pussy and down my thighs.

And that brings us to our story now. The next morning when I woke up, I saw a Whatsapp notification. I had been added to a separate group chat with all my husband's friends...my husband was not in the group chat. It was just me and them.

One of his friends sent a message saying, "Hey Nina. We heard that Rodney gave it to you good last night. Hope you had fun. Your husband doesn't need to know about this group chat. He won't know anything. But the rest of us want our turn with you too. What do you say? P.S. You left your panties in Rodney's car."

My mind could not contain my excitement. Who would have thought that a good girl like me would become such a slut with my conservative upbringing. First, it was Ken and Rodney. And last night I had my brains fucked out by Rodney again without my husband's knowledge. He was totally clueless and oblivious to the fact that his sweet, innocent and pure wife got fucked by his friend. But again, who the fuck cares? This is who I am now. I need to do this. I can't go back to just fucking my husband. I need more. Much more. And his friends will give it to me. I didn't feel guilty about this either. My husband knew what he was doing when he let two of his friends fuck me. There were bound to be consequences. His expectation of this being a one time thing and for everything to go back to normal was unrealistic, and quite frankly, selfish. I was exposed to a world I never knew existed and I wanted to spread my wings and explore it to the fullest.

I sent a message back in the group chat with the words: "Tell Rodney he can keep my panties as a memory. I belong to the boys now. And to the boys I shall remain."

I knew that nothing would be the same now that I had sent this message. And I didn't care. This is what I want...no...this is what I need. The purpose of this group chat was for the boys to interact with me and for me to interact with them without any interference (AKA, my husband). As soon as I sent this message, the group chat was flooded with messages like "Woah Nina!", "Yes Nina!" and "I can't wait!". I felt an incredible rush as I began talking to them. Funny enough, the boys started to argue amongst themselves about who would have me first. Rodney was insisting he wanted me again, and so did Ken. The other two guys, Alex and Jamal, hadn't had their turn yet and were pushing to be next in line. The fifth guy was in a serious committed relationship with his girlfriend and couldn't bring himself to participate (no matter how much he wanted to). He still wanted to be part of the group chat to stay in the loop.

This went on for some time, with the boys continuing to argue amongst themselves. I just kept reading their messages, smiling ear to ear, feeling special and overly flattered with the attention I was receiving. Finally, Rodney sent a message that I did not expect. "How about we all do her...together. In one night." The boys slowly started to message back their agreement. Rodney sent another message, "How about it, Nina? Are you up for it?"

I froze. I didn't know what to do. Taking both Rodney and Ken together was a challenge in itself. But adding Alex and Jamal on top of that? Four guys together? I couldn't handle that. That's ridiculous! How would that even work? Reluctance and fear crept into my mind as I began to deliberate my options. And suddenly, my mind wandered deeper into the rabbit role as curiosity took its grasp. The five of us together...it could really be something special. I could experience pleasure that I never knew existed and getting fucked by all of them, one after another, sounds too good to pass on. I was scared. But I wanted it. I wanted to take the plunge, to take on the challenge of the extreme pounding that I was being offered. I was greedy and I wanted it all. It was as if my fingers had a mind of their own. I found myself typing in three letters - "Yes".

It was done. I was in it. I couldn't back down now. I was excited and nervous at the prospect of being treated like the boys' slut, their whore, their private hoe. It turned me on to no end. I felt empowered and strong and I couldn't wait! Saturday could not come soon enough!

Later that day, my husband told me that the boys couldn't hang out this coming weekend. Hmm, I wonder why. My husband asked me if I wanted to do date night on Saturday.

"Actually, I was thinking of hanging with my girls. It's been a while and I wanted to see them." I lied confidently . Actually babe, I'm already doing date night. I've got four dates this Saturday and you're not one of them.

Saturday finally came around. I started to get ready by showering and shaving my pussy to make sure it was soft, fresh and velvet smooth for the boys. I did my hair just how I like it, straight all the way through with the ends teased to create subtle curls. I applied my makeup, eye shadow, eyeliner and crimson red lipstick. Then, it was time to get dressed. I went shopping earlier during the week and picked out my outfit. What did I buy? Well, of course I bought a skirt! I love wearing skirts. Half of my closet is filled with them and the other half with dresses. This skirt was special. It was nudish-brown in colour, made up of a thick velvety, silky material, fitting super short and super tight (Outfit 3). My favourite feature of the skirt was the laces along the side that required tying and tightening. The laces started at the hem of the skirt and went all the way to the top, resulting in massive, gaping holes along the side of the skirt. It showed my naked thigh all the way to my hip bone and gave a sneak peek of my thong. At first, I thought about wearing a more subtle and less conspicuous coloured thong. But who am I kidding? I LOVE showing off my thong to these boys. I opted to wear a leopard print thong instead, which I knew would stand out much more. I paired this with a backless black top and no bra.

I walked downstairs ready to leave where I saw my husband. "WOW!" he said. "You're looking incredible!"

"Thanks, babe" I responded.

"I think you've made me hard, Nina. How 'bout a quick one before you head out?"

"Sorry babe, I can't. Gotta go. Don't wait up. Me and the girls are going to be out late", I quickly said as I left. There is no way I'm going to let you have a taste before the boys are through with me. I don't want to spoil their meal. I want to stay tight, perky and perfect for them. Not that your dick is going to do much damage to my pussy anyway. I bet my pussy would have stayed nice and tight even if I had let you fuck me; they wouldn't know the difference. I hopped into the Uber, leaving my husband high and dry as I went to go see my boys.

We were meeting at Jamal's condo today. Jamal is a black guy, 6 ft tall, almost as well built as Rodney and was perhaps the cutest amongst them, while Alex is white and just as tall. I took the elevator up and knocked on the door. Jamal opened it for me. He smiled and hugged me as he let me in. Rodney, Alex and Ken were already there. I walked up to all the guys, giving them all a nice, tight squeeze. I gave Rodney his usual peck on the cheek as I took my seat in my regular spot beside him.

"How you doing, girl?" he asked.

"I'm good!" I replied giddily.

"What did you tell your man?"

"I told him I was going out with the girls."

They all laughed in unison. I smiled. "He wanted to do date night with me when he found out that you guys couldn't hang this weekend." They snickered at this. I enjoyed taking subtle jabs at my husband. He was the one that exposed me to this whole situation. If it weren't for him, I would have never become this person. I was always a good girl before all of this! But I guess I should be thanking him. This is the most alive I've ever felt and I wouldn't have it any other way! We all got comfortable as the boys started passing drinks around. I took my glass, sipping it slowly and enjoying the soothing warmth as it hit my throat. Rodney rested his glass on my thigh, using it like a coaster. I loved the feeling of his cool glass and hand resting on my leg. He would occasionally swirl his glass, causing the cool condensation from the melting ice drip on to my naked legs.

Moments after, Jamal brought out tequila shots. The party was about to get started as I squirmed in my seat excitedly. The boys drank their shots first, straight and in one coordinated motion. Jamal gestured for me get out of my seat and make room for him. I got up off of the couch to give my seat to Jamal and proceeded to sit on the ground and on my knees. My skirt tightened up and rose up further in my new position as I sat there on my knees in front of the 4 boys. Jamal handed me a tequila shot, poured salt in Alex's hand and lightly held a lemon slice in between his own teeth. I crawled closer to the guys, pulling Alex's hand close to my face as I licked the salt off of his palm, gently moving my tongue out to the tips of his fingers. I quickly took the shot. My throat was on fire as the hard tequila rapidly slid down my throat. I moved my face close to Jamal's and grabbed the lemon wedge out of his mouth as my lips briefly grazed his. I coughed as the boys cheered me on, smiling and proud of myself. Good job, Nina! Jamal handed me another shot, this time pouring salt in his own hands and handing Alex a lemon wedge to squeeze between his lips. I grabbed Jamal's hand, eagerly licking the sodium off as I grabbed the lemon slice out of Alex's mouth, biting his bottom lip in the process. The boys howled and cheered for me as a feeling of accomplishment overcame me. I put my arms into the air yelling "WOOOOO!!!" and shook my hips from side to side while sitting on my knees. I did the same exercise with Ken.

Then it was Rodney's turn. As expected, Rodney provided the toughest challenge of them all. Jamal started to pour a fourth shot into my glass until Rodney motioned for him to stop. He snatched the tequila bottle out of Jamal's hands and gestured for me to come closer to him. I squirmed on my knees towards Rodney, moving my body closer and closer to his until I sat snugly between his legs. Rodney poured salt on his forearm and held the lemon slice in between his teeth. He beckoned me to lick the salt off of his arm which I did. He held me by the chin and pulled my face close to the bottle. "Open wide" he commanded. I opened my mouth and pulled my head back as Rodney poured Tequila into my mouth. He gave me more than just a shot glass worth of the burning hot liquid as it spread down my throat like wild fire, some of it falling out of my mouth and dripping down my chin and chest like candle wax. I pulled myself towards Rodney's face but he playfully resisted. My eyes started to well up with tears as the tequila continued to burn my insides. Rodney retreated the lime back into his mouth. I jumped up on the couch and on to his lap, my knees resting on his large, muscular thighs as I grabbed him by the back of his head and locked my lips with his. I started to kiss him passionately, using my tongue to hunt for the lemon slice in his mouth. Found it! I slid the lemon out of his mouth and bit into it, smiling from ear to ear as I enjoyed my victory. Once the burning of the tequila had ceased, I spat the lemon slice out of my mouth and pulled myself back towards Rodney, kissing him deeply and biting his lips in hunger. He kissed me back, matching my passion blow for blow as he slid his large hands from my back and down to my bouncy ass cheeks. My skirt had slid up all the way, fully exposing my butt and my leopard print thong. Rodney smacked my right ass cheek hard. I let out a muffled moan while his tongue was in my mouth and dug my nails into his neck. SMACK! Rodney slapped my right butt cheek again and I let out another moan. SMACK! Another one, harder than the last. My nails dug deeper into his neck as our kisses became wetter and fiercer. SMACK SMACK SMACK! The room filled with the deafening whipping sounds of Rodney's massive hands clapping my meaty ass. The overwhelming pain and burning was only matched by the undeniable pleasure of being handled by this king-like man. The three other guys sat beside us enjoying the show. Jamal started to play with my hair, stroking his slender black fingers down my cheek, navigating to my shoulder and down to my arm. Rodney, being the generous friend he is, decided to let his friends in on the fun. He stopped kissing me and looked deep into my eyes, our noses touching, my lips quivering and my right butt cheek burning and imprinted with the remnants of Rodney's hands. "You ready, baby girl?" he asked me.

"Mmm hmm" I nodded in a high-pitched, mouse-like moan. He lifted me off of his knees and gestured me to get back on to the floor. The boys stood up all together in military-like fashion and surrounded me, their bulges aching to be release from their denim prisons. I had a good idea of what I was expected to do. I unzipped their pants, one at a time, and slid them down with their boxer shorts. And there they were. My kings standing above me, looking down on me, their magnificent cocks firm and erect, waiting and begging for my attention. I was intimidated and nervous. Fuck fuck fuck! This is it! Look at them. Just look at them! 4 beautiful dicks and they're all for me. They're so much bigger and thicker than my husband's! Am I going to be able to handle all of this? I've officially become their slut. They're going to destroy me tonight, I just know it! Alex and Ken's dicks were roughly the same size, veiny, thick and appetizing. Jamal's dark cock was longer than the other two and looked like an absolute treat. But they were nothing compared to him. Rodney. He knew it as well. He knew that I wanted him most of all of them. I had seen his magnificent cock twice already but it still captivated me just like it did the first two times.

Jamal moved his hands down to my spaghetti straps and pulled them off my shoulders, pulling my top down past my chest and to my stomach. My small, innocent breasts were bare and my nipples hard and perky from the excitement. Jamal playfully flicked my nipple with his finger causing me to let out a quiet squeal. I grabbed each of their cocks with two steady heads and gave them each 5 good sucks, starting with Ken and moving back to Rodney, ensuring they were properly lubricated before I started on the monumental task at hand. I started by grabbing Jamal's cock with one hand and Ken's with the other as I moved my mouth close to Alex's cock. I started to suck his dick, bobbing my head back and forth, while attempting to stroke the other two. This was more difficult than it sounds. I initially had a tough time getting the motion right but sooner than later, I was able to coordinate the motion of my mouth with that of my hands. The boys each took turns stroking my hair. I moved my face to Jamal's monster dick and grabbed Alex and Rodney with my hands, continuing the exercise. Stroke and suck. Stroke and suck. Stroke and suck. Just keep going, Nina. Keep making the boys proud. Prove to them that you're worthy of being their slut, worthy of the privilege to have them in your mouth, worth of them being inside you. Show them how special you are. Yes, that's right. I think I got this. I think I'm doing a good job. They seem to be loving it. I kept on sucking, slurping and stroking their dicks, giving each of them more than a turn of the wetness of my warm mouth. My eyes were closed and I fell into a trance-like state as I danced back and forth, dick to dick. I lost track of who I was sucking off and who I was stroking. I went to Rodney's massive monster and started to suck. He stopped me and held my head in place. I paused and looked up at him down from my knees. He was massive, king-like and I was intimidated by the way he looked down at me. He positioned his cock, his hands firmly around my head, as he started to penetrate my mouth. I grabbed two other cocks in my hands, I couldn't tell which, and started to furiously massage them. Rodney continued to fuck my face, his balls slapping against my chin as my spit gurgled and built up, leaking out of the sides of my mouth. Tears started to well up in my eyes as I looked up at this man penetrating my skull with his devilish cock. The pleasure overwhelmed me as I let out muffled moans of pleasure, taking tiny breaths whenever I could, making sure that I stood my ground and took the punishing he gave me. I loved it. Every second of it.

It was time for my next challenge. Jamal and Alex helped me up and Ken took off my top, skirt and thong. I stood there naked, as the boys looked at me hungrily, greedily, all wanting me and desiring me more than anything else. Rodney picked me up off of the ground and walked to the bedroom. The others followed closely behind. "WOOOOO" I yelled excitedly as the anticipation of what was to come took hold of me, while the tequila started to marinate itself within my body. Rodney gently laid me down on my back at the edge of the bed. He stood before me as I slid my ass closer to the edge of the bed, welcoming his cock with my widespread legs. Rodney forced his devil into my drenched pussy, pounding me deep and hard, without mercy or restraint. I screamed and howled in pleasure. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME! GIVE IT TO ME, RODNEY! I NEED IT! GIVE IT TO ME!" Alex and Jamal climbed on to the bed and positioned themselves on either side of my mouth. I grabbed each cock in a hand and continued to suck them off, regularly rotating from left to right, to ensure both of them got some. Ken climbed on to the bed and started to bite and kiss my tiny nipples. This set me off even more as the sensation of getting my nipples nibbled on provided me with sweet, sultry pleasure. The boys rotated positions and took turns at each station of my body. They were organized, quick and efficient. None of them came while they were fucking me. They were saving it...saving it for the finale. A mouth on my breasts. Two dicks in my mouth. And a cock in my pussy. Does it get any better than this? Yes...yes it does.

We changed positions. Jamal positioned himself under me as he pushed his cock in my pussy. He fucked me hard and deep, his thick black cock tearing and ripping through my pussy lips. Alex and Ken stood in front of my face as they put their cocks in my mouth one at a time, alternating and taking turns. Then Rodney spoke. "You ready, Nina?" He was standing behind me, his hard, intimidating cock demanding my undivided attention.

I turned back to look at him. "Ready for what, Rod?"

"To take it in your white ass" he replied.

WHAT THE FUCK? I didn't know this was going to happen! In my ass? How could I survive that? No. I can't do that. Just my pussy. Not my ass. But...what if...what if it's incredible? Before this, I had no idea how good it would feel to become a slut. To no longer be a good girl. But I tried it. And I liked it...no...I loved it. What if I love this too? I took a deep breath and moaned my reply back. "I'm ready...". Rodney took his finger and applied a generous amount of lubricant on and inside my asshole, putting one finger inside my tiny little hole and pushing the lube deep inside. His fingers felt gigantic in my tight asshole but after a few seconds, I relaxed as I got used to it being inside me. Rodney positioned himself closer, his cock resting at the gates of my asshole, while the other 3 were fucking my mouth and pussy. Rodney gently applied pressure, pushing his cock inwards. I let out a scream despite how gentle he was. He paused but I told him to keep going. He went deeper and deeper, slowly and almost gentleman-like, as far in as he could go. Then he slowly slid out. I moaned in agonizing pleasure as he proceeded to go back in. Then out. In...out...in...out. Faster now. In...out...in...out. He started fucking my creamy white ass faster and faster. I was being fucked in all three of holes simultaneously. The boys rotated again, with someone new fucking my pussy, my ass and my mouth every few minutes.

"I'm yours!" I screamed. "I belong to the boys! I belong to the boys! I belong to the boys!" I chanted over and over. "I'm yours! You all own me! I'm your fucking whore! Your fucking slut! YES, YES YES, I BELONG TO THE BOYS!" The pleasure and pain were intense, fierce and indescribable as I lay there getting each area of my body pounded by them. The pounding made my toes curl, my knees buckle and my body orgasm multiple times.

"You guys almost there?" Rodney asked the others. They all nodded in agreement. They all stood around me stroking their dicks, with Ken and Alex near my pussy, Jamal standing by my breasts and Rodney standing by my face. Jamal came first and squirted his huge load all over my tits. The warm, hot liquid felt soothing and refreshing on my skin as it slid down my perky breasts and all over my chest and stomach. Ken was next as he unloaded himself all over my pussy, making it wetter than it already was with his cum. Alex followed him up and added to the stickiness with his cum landing on my stomach and trickling down to my pussy and creating a pool inside my belly button. Then it was Rodney's turn. His moans sounded like roars as his massive cock shot out truckloads of cum towards my face. It landed smack-dab in the middle, covering my nose, forehead, mouth and chin. The boys left me to go clean themselves as I laid there, soaked in hot white cum from 4 different cocks, sticking to my pussy, stomach, breasts, neck and face. I scooped some of Rodney's cum off of my face and licked my fingers and proceeded to taste the others as well. Their cum was salty and delicious and felt like a well deserved treat for me. I continued to slowly scoop bits and bits of their cum on to my fingers and lick it, savouring each drop. Rodney came back into the room and handed me a towel. I wiped myself clean and he effortlessly picked up my exhausted body in his arms. With my arms and legs firmly wrapped around his body, he walked me over to the bathroom and joined me in the shower. Rodney took care of me, gently lathering my body with soap and water. We kissed passionately in the shower, our wet mouths and bodies locked and united in embrace. He fucked me once more in the shower, this time much more gently, almost lovingly. When we were clean, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out the bathroom.

Rodney gave me his shirt to wear while he kept his undershirt on. I put it on and it was large enough to be a dress. I walked out to the living room to find the rest of the boys waiting for me. I smiled naughtily to all of them and they smiled back as I took my seat. My skirt, top and thong were still on the floor. I decided to check my phone. It was past 1 AM and I had 2 missed calls and several texts from my husband. "When will you be home", he asked.

I texted back, "Hey babe, just about finished, gonna be home in an hour. Love you."

I quickly dried my hair and hugged the guys. I gave Rodney a kiss and proceeded to take off the shirt to return to him. "Keep it" he said.

I smiled as I stuffed his shirt into my bag. I walked naked towards my clothes and started to put my thong on before stopping halfway. I took the thong back off and walked up to Rodney. "Here's something in return. Another memory for you." He smiled back and slapped my ass as I skipped giddily back to my clothes.

As I was putting my skirt and top back on, I could hear the boys discussing something amongst themselves. I waved goodbye to them and started walking towards the door when Rodney called out, "Hey Nina. What are your plans 2 weekends from now?"

"Nothing yet" I replied.

"The boys and I were just talking. How 'bout we take a trip down South. You and the four of us. Leave your man here. It'll be nice to get somewhere warm. What do you say?"

I bit my lower lip and replied back with a smile, "I wouldn't miss it for anything."

It's fairly easy to cast judgement upon me and question my morals. Why don't I just leave my husband if I don't love him anymore? And that's where you would be wrong. I do love my husband. He was my first and only boyfriend and the first man I had ever had sex with. But he was the one who exposed me to this situation. I was a good girl; studied hard and always good to my family. He changed me once he allowed his friends to fuck me. I was never a partyer in my university days, nor had I had any wild hookups or one night stands. I was always sheltered from this being the only girl in the family with strict parents and overprotective brothers. The opportunity to explore my wild side just happened to present itself to me after I got married, and ironically, it was my own husband who was responsible for this. Perhaps if I had these experiences in my early twenties, then I wouldn't be doing this as a married woman. So the question is, do I feel bad about not telling my husband? No, I do not. I think I'm still a good wife to him in all other aspects that come with a marriage and my love and emotional connection with him remains strong and stable. But I still have my own needs and desires that need to be met and unfortunately, my husband has not been able to satisfy them ever since I got involved with his friends.

I got fucked by four of my husband's friends simultaneously the last time we met, where I found all of my holes being plugged and penetrated to my heart's content. The boys and I had so much fun that we decided to plan an impromptu vacation with the five of us together. I immediately agreed to this, my heart jumping with excitement. The next morning, we started to debate in our Whatsapp group chat about where we should go. We wanted to go someplace cheap, warm and fun. After much deliberation, we booked an all inclusive adults-only resort in Cancún for 5 nights. I had never been to Mexico before, but I had heard that the party scene there was fantastic! I was excited and started to formulate excuses in my mind to tell my husband. I would need to tell him that I was going away with the girls and his friends would need to ensure that they lay low so as not to give any indication that they were also vacationing in Mexico.

Later that afternoon, I spoke to my husband. "Hey babe. You wanna order in tonight?"

"Sure, whatever you like," he responded. "How was last night?"

"SO MUCH FUN," I said. "It's been so long since me and the girls hung out." I had ***********ed the lie in my head and rehearsed it over and over. "Actually, you remember my friend Anita? She messaged us last night because she found out that we all went out and didn't invite her. And now she's upset."

"Anita...that's one of your friends from uni right? Why wouldn't you invite her?" he asked, half interested.

"Honestly babe, it was just an oversight," I said. "It was all so last minute and we didn't think of her. Anyways, to make it up to her, we're actually thinking of taking a girls trip down to Mexico next weekend."

"Oh wow, all of a sudden?" he asked as his full attention shifted to me.

"Yeah..." I said. "You know, we all get so busy in our lives as we start to get older and end up drifting apart from our friends. I think this would be good for us all! Plus, we were able to get a pretty good deal." I waited for his response.

"Yeah, that's cool. I'm glad you girls are trying to reconnect. Hope you have fun!"

Oh, I will, babe. Probably more fun than you'd like me to.

I anxiously texted the boys back to let them know to go ahead and book the resort. The boys split the cost of my ticket amongst themselves and didn't let me pay. YAY, free vacation! The days went by slowly and I spent my waking hours daydreaming of the night they all fucked me together as a team. I wore Rodney's shirt around the house as a dress that he had given to me from that night and even wore it in front of my husband. He didn't seem to notice that it wasn't his shirt, despite it being larger than the sizes he usually wore. The shirt and the sneaking around made me wet and horny and miss the boys even more. While I was packing my suitcase the night before our flight, Rodney sent a message in the group chat. "Hey Nina, have you packed your panties yet?"

"Not yet", I replied.

"Good. Don't pack 'em. You're not going to be needing them." The other boys sent messages agreeing with Rodney.

I smiled and bit my lower lip as I replied, "Sure thing. If that's what you boys want, then no panties." I guess they want complete and unrestricted access to my pussy. They'll probably fuck me everywhere we go. I started to pack the rest of my suitcase. We were going for 5 nights, so that meant that I would need 5 outfits for the day and 5 for when we would go out at night. I packed 6 skirts, all of them as short as they could get, ranging from loose fitting pleated skirts that would sway in the wind, to super tight and super snug skirts that would hug my body and ride up as I walked or whenever I would sit. I packed 6 different tops and bralettes to go with the skirts and also added 2 summer dresses and 2 tight bodycon dresses. Then, it was time to pack my swimsuits. I had gone to a Bikini Village store at a local mall during the week and bought myself 5 sets. I purchased 4 thong bikinis that exposed my entire hipbone, most of my butt and covered just the bare minimum from the front. My favourite swimsuit was the fifth one however. It was a neon pink, v-shaped monokini, with thin straps barely 2 inches wide that would go over each shoulder, extend down to my pussy and around to the back of my butt to connect at the other side. The fabric was thin and exposed my entire back and front and barely covered my perky breasts. I packed the rest of my stuff and laid out my outfit for the morning flight, a loose and comfy grey, pleated skirt that rested a few inches above the knees, an old sweater and a tank top to wear under.

The next morning, my husband insisted on driving me to the airport himself instead of having me take an Uber. This wasn't really an issue. My husband dropped me off to the terminal gate but I told him not to come inside. "No need to waste money on parking, babe. I don't have much luggage, I can handle it." He agreed and we shared a kiss goodbye. I had told the boys to not interact with me until we were safely inside, just in case I ran into anyone I knew. Once we were on the plane, Rodney helped me with my carry-on and we proceeded to find our seats. We were flying in economy class, and so the seats were in rows of three. Rodney let me have the window seat as he sat beside me, with Alex taking the aisle. Jamal and Ken sat in the row behind us.

I took off my sweater, adjusted my skirt neatly and rested my head on Rodney's shoulders as I closed my eyes. Now that I was on the plane, I finally had some time to think and bask in the moment. I was overly giddy and excited for the five days ahead of us and the opportunity to spend not just our evenings, but our mornings and afternoons together. I thought about getting my pussy clobbered and my tiny little asshole expanding as the guys put their dicks inside. It was dirty...it was filthy...and I loved it. I felt Rodney rest his hand on my bare leg as he pushed the hem of my skirt higher. I looked around to see if anyone was watching and put my sweater over my legs. Rodney put his hands under my skirt and navigated to my bare pussy lips, unconstrained and unburdened by panties. He started to rub my clit, circling his fingers round and round. He was driving me crazy. I struggled to contain my moans as he applied more pressure on to my clit. I buried my face in his arms, biting his shirt to contain my pleasure. He pulled my face close to his and kissed me softly as he pierced two fingers inside my pussy. I let out a small mouse like moan that only Alex heard. He understood what was going on, smiled and went back to his movie. I buried my face back into Rodney's arms and continued to bite the fabric on his shirt, trying to keep a lid on my moaning. Rodney kept going, fucking my pussy with his fingers and rotating them round and round. I could feel myself cumming as the agonizing pleasure became too much to bear. I covered my mouth to muffle my moans but I couldn't remain quiet. I let out a long, slow moan. Alex looked back startled and started laughing. Thankfully, none of the nearby passengers seemed to notice as they were probably napping or had their earphones in. I collapsed down into my seat, my pussy dripping on to the underside of my skirt as I sat there shaking. What a great start to our trip.

We finally landed and went into a shuttle that took us to our resort. It was nice to get away from the cooler Canadian weather. The hot air and blazing sun felt great against my skin along with the fresh breeze that would make its way up my skirt to cool my naked pussy. We arrived at the resort and checked in. We were initially debating how many rooms we should book. It would be too expensive for all of us to get our own rooms. I proposed that I could get my own room and the boys could pair up in twos but they didn't like this idea. I guess they didn't want me to spend my nights away from them. This was very flattering to me. We finally decided that two rooms would be enough and that I would alternate from room to room. I was more than okay with this arrangement, especially because I was getting everything for free. The rooms were equipped with two queen sized beds and a single bathroom. I messaged by husband to let him know that I had arrived as we settled in and got ready to go down to the beach. I put on my white thong bikini and paired it with a short, see through royal blue cover-up. Eventually, I felt comfortable enough to ditch the cover-up and walk around exposed in my bikini around the pool and beach areas. We went in the water and swam for a while. The guys picked me up and felt me up in the water, touching me all over my body. At one point, Ken palmed my tiny pussy with his hands and squeezed and rubbed it hard through my thong. I grabbed on to him, kissing his chest as he sent waves of pleasure soaring through my body. We got out of the water and I laid down my blanket in the sand. I started to apply lotion over my body and got halfway through until Alex offered to help with the rest. I smiled and laid down on the blanket and let him gently apply the cool liquid over my front and back. He applied a generous amount on my butt and legs and slapped my ass cheek to signify that he was done. I rested my head on the blanket and closed my eyes. Jamal took a seat next to me on the blanket and started to gently caress my back and my legs.

The day flew by. I took some time to call my husband when I was back in the room. Ken and Alex were in the room with me but kept quiet the entire time. We had dinner at a restaurant, where I wore one of my loose-fitting, breezy summer dresses that just covered my ass. I'm sure the dress rode up and flew around as I walked around the resort and anyone behind me probably got a few good looks at my butt. I didn't care though. I was in my comfort zone. The boys started a game of Poker back in the room, while I chose to sit on Rodney's lap, sipping on a drink. I was drinking since late afternoon and had a strong buzz going.

Alex lost and folded his hand first. He got up, frustrated, and took me by the hand. I got up off of Rodney's lap and followed him to one of the beds. We kissed for a bit, after which I told him to lay back and relax. He closed his eyes and I went on top of him, unzipped his pants and put his cock in my mouth, sucking him off nice and slow. My ass was up in the air and the boys had a clear view as my dress moved up my body. A few minutes later, one of the other guys folded his hand and put his cock in my pussy from behind while the other two kept playing cards. It was only moments later that I turned to see Jamal was the one fucking me from the back. I moaned loud as his big black cock penetrated and shook me to my core. Jamal and Alex switched places and I started to lick my pussy juice off of Jamal's cock. I stroked and sucked Jamal and moments later, he finished on my face. Alex kept on pounding my pussy from the back after Jamal warmed it up. When we was ready, he sprayed his sticky load between my ass cheeks.

I collapsed on to my stomach as Jamal handed me a towel to wipe myself clean. When I was done cleaning the cum off, Rodney and Ken were finished with their poker game. They walked up to me and helped me take my dress off. I sucked both their hard dicks together, stroking one and sucking the other and moving back and forth. They laid me down on the bed, Rodney under me as he put his cock in my tired pussy hole, while Ken went in my ass after generously lubricating my teensy little hole. They punished both my holes, making me scream in pleasurable anguish. Rodney came all over my pussy, making it wetter and stickier than it already was. He climbed out from under me and let Ken finish me off. I was screaming with the way Ken was fucking me. My entire body was covered in sweat as he bullied my tiny hole. When he was about to finish, he slowed down and pushed his cock further up my ass. I moaned and screamed as Ken unleashed his cum into my ass. I collapsed on to the bed, naked, with my pussy dripping with cum and my ass full of it. I carefully got up and hobbled to the shower, satisfied with the events that transpired.

I came out of the shower with my towel wrapped around me, my pussy and ass still sore and my jaw numb from the fucking and sucking. We decided that my first night would be with Ken and Alex. Ken and I lay in one bed and Alex in the other. I put on one of Ken's t-shirts and rested my head on his arm as I closed my eyes, thinking to myself: I belong to the boys...and to the boys I shall remain.

We spent the next day and afternoon hanging out at the beach and pool area. I had worn my monokini, which was tighter and smaller than I had expected. When I went into the pool for a swim, it would clearly show my nipples popping out and the outline of my puffy pussy that was pounded the night before. Funny enough, when I came out of the water I failed to realize that one of the straps had shifted off of one of my nipples, exposing it fully. No one called me out on it and I'm sure I turned some heads.

The evening came around and we decided to go check out the local clubbing scene. I wore my favourite black mini skirt (with no panties, of course) and a black leather bralette top that I bought before the trip (this is the outfit in the picture of me above). The skirt was the shortest one that I owned. It had laces on the front that I used to tighten it up more. The stretchy black fabric required me to constantly pull the skirt down as it would ride up with every step I took. As for the leather bralette, I purposely got one size smaller to make sure it hugged my body as tight as possible.

Minutes into walking in the club, I had a drink in my hand. The buzz from my drink started to hit me and the music started to get me into the mood. I love dancing and felt sexy doing it. We all got a standing table in the club as the boys talked amongst themselves, while I swayed my hips drunkenly side to side with the music. I had a couple more drinks and asked Rodney to come dance with me. We went to the dance floor where I rubbed the front and back of my body all over his. I was getting hyper and overexcited as I felt my skirt gradually rise halfway up my ass, exposing my naked cheeks. I didn't care. I just kept dancing, turning my fat creamy ass around and pressing it against his cock. He pulled me closer by the hips, kissing my neck as I continued to dance and grind on him. I felt his cock getting harder and poking in between my ass. He moved his hands down to my ass and cupped both cheeks, squeezing them hard. I decided that I had enough.

"Rodney, I need you to fuck me." I said in his ear.

"Sure baby girl, we'll head out in a bit..."

I cut him off. "No. Right now. I need it now, Rodney. Please." I begged. He studied me and grabbed my hand as he lead me off of the dance floor. I pulled my skirt down as much as I could with my free hand but was sure that a small part of my ass cheek was still showing. Rodney looked for the men's bathroom. It was busy, with a few guys hanging outside of it. Rodney took me inside in front of them, not caring that they would know what was about to happen. I didn't care either. I was too drunk and horny to care. All I wanted was a cock in me. And there was no better cock than his. There were 6 stalls. The other guys in the bathroom saw Rodney take me in one of the stalls. No one said anything but I heard a few discreet laughs. Rodney shut the door and bent me over the toilet. I arched my back to lift my ass higher. He didn't need to pull my skirt up. The skirt had a mind of its own, and was already up, preparing for the punishment its wearer was about to take. I heard the sound of his zipper undoing, the sounds of guys chatting at the sinks and stall doors opening and slamming shut, as I closed my eyes, waiting eagerly. He put a finger in my asshole and proceeded to slam his cock into my pussy. I let out a moan for everyone present in the bathroom to hear. Rodney fucked my pussy hard as he stretched the insides of my asshole out with his finger.

"Fuck me baby! Fuck me. Please don't stop. Give it to me!" I moaned.

"Tell me who's your man." he beckoned.

"You're my man, Rodney. You're my man. You own me, Rodney. I'm your property."

"Keep talking, bitch."

"I'm your slut, daddy. I'm your whore. I'm your tiny little hoe. Ouuu, I fucking love the way you fuck me, daddy. You're so fucking good, daddy! Keep fucking your fucking slut's tight fucking pussy, daddy!!!"

Rodney had become my daddy. He was special and different from everyone else. I felt safe and protected around him and there was no better feeling than when he is inside me. It's intimate and close and downright incredible. I did not know why I called him daddy in that moment. I had never called anyone else that during sex, but for some reason, it felt appropriate for him. He continued pounding my sloppy pussy as my moans got louder, not caring about who would hear us.

"Where do you want it?" he asked.

"In my mouth, daddy." I replied. He slowly slid out of me and I put the toilet seat down. I sat down and opened wide for daddy, my tongue out, patiently looking up at him with my wide innocent eyes like his bitch. He started stroking harder and brought his dick to the tip of my lips. I took it deep into my mouth as he groaned. Then the floodgates opened. He released his cum into my mouth. I gagged but stood my ground as more of his cum continued to ooze into my mouth. My mouth was full with his burning hot cum. I closed my teary eyes and took a brave swallow, taking it all down my throat. The cum was thick and hot and I loved every drop. I licked my lips clean and proceeded to clean any excess cum left on his cock. There were four guys at the sink who watched us come out of the stall and a few more at the urinals. A few of them even gave Rodney approving nods. That's right, everyone. My daddy fucked me in there and I am not ashamed or embarrassed about it. We stayed in the club a little while longer. I took the other three boys to the dance floor one at a time and made sure I grinded on each of them. They kept telling me how sexy I looked shaking my prime meat ass for them. The drinks kept coming and I kept dancing the buzz away.

When we got back to the hotel, I spent the night in Jamal and Rodney's room. Both guys took turns fucking me. Jamal fucked me first. When he was done, Rodney took his turn. Then Jamal went again. I slept on Rodney's chest that night, fully naked. I woke up before him and went down to his cock to suck him awake. He woke up smiling and I jumped on his hard cock and rode him like an animal.

The remaining days of our trip played out similarly. We spent our days at the beach, our nights at a club or in the room, with the guys taking turns to fuck me. I got fucked many times in a day, even got gangbanged a couple of times, having all my holes pleasured.

The days flew by and finally it was time for our trip to come to an end. My pussy was exhausted and sore from all the pounding it took and I was glad to be headed home. My husband came to pick me up at the airport. I had asked the guys to wait inside the airport until I had left so that he didn't see them. I greeted my husband with a kiss and he put my luggage away as I sat in the car and closed my eyes. I started to reflect on my journey so far and found myself getting excited and aroused by the prospect of what was next and the new and creative ways the boys would fuck their slut.

I felt my pussy get wet as I closed my eyes and said to myself: I belong to the boys, and to the boys I shall remain.

So far, you've met four of the boys: Ken, Alex, Jamal and of course, Rodney, whose approaches I simply couldn't resist. There is also a fifth guy, Nick, who I had not had any sexual encounters with due to his long term relationship. A few days ago, Nick messaged in our Whatsapp group chat which consists of the 5 guys (not including my husband) and me. He informed us that his girlfriend of two years broke things off with him. Nick was devastated and distraught and I wanted to do whatever I could to make it okay. While the relationship between the guys and I may seem one dimensional and only sexual in nature, in truth we have developed a strong friendship and I genuinely care about them. I wanted to do whatever I could to help him, to make him feel good about himself again and to help him get his confidence back.

The boys and I held a group video call.

"Nick, I'm so sorry. Tell me what I can do for you." I said.

Nick was sulking as he said, "Thanks, Nina. Honestly, there's just nothing that can be done. I feel like I wasted my time, invested so much energy into this relationship, all for it to go up in smoke. I didn't even have a choice in the matter."

I couldn't bear to see him this way. Nick was such a sweet guy, the nicest of all of my husband's friends, and he didn't deserve any of this. I pressed him further as I said, "Nick, don't be like that. I know it's tough right now, but you need to start moving towards some semblance of normalcy."

Jamal interjected by suggested, "Nina, why don't you go see him for a bit, give him a little pick-me-up. Nick, you don't know what you've been missing out on, man!"

We all laughed, and Nick even gave a smile. "How 'bout I come see you, Nick. Just for a while," I said. He agreed as we ended the call.

I started to think of excuses in my head that I could use to go see Nick. My regular excuse of 'seeing the girls' wouldn't work amid the lockdown. I hadn't left my house for a month. My husband and I had decided that only he would leave the house if we needed groceries or other essentials to minimize our exposure to the virus. I had asked him a few times over the past month if I could go out, even if it was to go to the store, just so I could see the outside world again, but he flat out refused. He was taking the entire situation very seriously, as we all should be. I racked my brain but couldn't think of a valid excuse that he would buy. I decided that the only way forward was to tell him what my real intentions were with Nick. I would need to be tactful and smart and only tease the subject to see how he reacts. Based on his reaction, I would either continue with my suggestion or abandon it right then and there. Surely he would understand. Nick is one of his best friends. He has to agree. Right?

Later that night while we were laying in bed, I broached the topic of Nick's breakup. My husband said, "Yeah, it's a sucky situation. I feel terrible for the guy. He's been through a lot with her."

"Right?! He really has! I'm so upset. They were so good together. I just wish there was something we could do for him. I really, really wanna make sure that he's okay." I said.

"Yeah, but what can we really do? It's just something he's going to move on from. I just hate that we can't even go see him. If it wasn't for this lockdown, me and the boys would probably take him out for drinks, get him hammered...maybe a lap dance." my husband replied laughing.

"Okay, I get that babe. But we can't do that right now and he's our friend; we can't just let him be alone right now."

"What did you have in mind?" he asked.

"I don't know." I said as I chose my next words carefully. "I just think that he needs a boost, something to make him feel good about himself, make him feel like a man again."

"Okay..." my husband said as he studied me.

"I mean, it's just a thought..." I felt my insides tightening and my body getting hot with fear and nervousness thinking about how my husband would react to my next words. "I was just thinking that maybe...I could do something for him. I mean...only if you...if you think it's okay."

He turned his body towards me. "Wait...are you saying what I think you're saying. You want me to let my boy fuck you?"

"Well you already let two of 'your boys' fuck me and that wasn't an issue for you, so how could you be completely against this? Why is it an issue now?" I replied as I found my voice getting louder. "Your so-called pact only called for Ken to do me, but you let Rodney have me too. You could have said no to him but you didn't, because he's your friend and you wanted to repay him. Nick is your friend too and he needs your help!" We argued for another 30 minutes, neither of us willing to listen to the other.

"Fuck it, I'm done with this conversation!" he yelled back as he left the bedroom to sleep on the couch. I buried my head in my pillow, face red with anger at my husband's hypocrisy and inconsistency. I bet if Nick had asked him himself, then he wouldn't have an issue with it! But it's a problem because I'm asking? Fuck him!

I drifted off to sleep but was awoken in the middle of the night by my husband. He crawled back into bed and hugged me from behind, reaching his hands over my breasts and softly kissing my neck. "You really wanna do this?" he asked.

"Yes," I said as I slowly opened my eyes, coming back to my senses. I felt his dick poking my ass as he started to rub my nipples. I turned towards him and started kissing him. "Do I see someone coming around to the idea?" I asked playfully.

"Well, it sounds kinda hot," he said in between kisses. "As long as you promise to share all the details."

"I promise," I said as I pulled his pants down and started to suck his dick. My husband quietly moaned as the wetness from my mouth warmed and excited him. I jumped on top of him and lowered my pussy down to his cock. I rode him hard for a whole minute until he told me he was close. I jumped off his cock and started stroking him as he came all over my hands. I helped him get cleaned up as I said, "Love you, babe...and thank you. Goodnight."

I sent a text in the group chat the morning after to tell Nick that I'm coming over in the evening. I started to get ready late afternoon, going through my ritual of getting ready, same as I always have. I showered, shaved my pussy to keep it fresh for Nick's first time with me and did my hair and make up. I picked out a tight black full sleeve top and paired it with a black mini skater skirt that complemented my thighs. I decided that I didn't need a thong as my skirt fit loosely enough that it probably wouldn't ride up.

I did however wear one more thing. Over the past few months, I've started to experiment with toys to arouse me and to help stimulate my sex life with my husband. I especially got hooked on anal toys, butt plugs in particular, that I would occasionally wear in public. I applied lubricant in and around my asshole and pushed the plug up slowly and gently, wincing at the subtle jolts of pain and pleasure as I forced the plug further up inside me. Once I was confident that it was all the way in and secure, I made my way downstairs to see my husband. He offered to drive me to Nick's place because he didn't want me to get exposed to germs in Uber cars. My husband complemented my outfit as I turned around, bent over and lifted my skirt to show him my butt plug. He pulled me close by the hips and bit my ass cheek playfully, slapping it as we started to walk towards the door.

We got to Nick's place quickly with the lack of traffic in the city. I kissed my husband goodbye as he saw his wife walk towards another man's house. My husband waited for me to go inside. Nick opened the door and my husband waved at him from the car as he said laughing "You owe me one!" Nick gave him a thumbs up as he proceeded to hug me and let me in.

I went inside and was pleasantly surprised to see that Nick had dinner on the table. "Oh Nick, you didn't need to go through the trouble," I said.

"That's all right," he replied. "I just ordered in. Hope you're hungry!" We sat next to each as we talked and laughed at how crazy this entire situation was and how awkward he felt with my husband dropping me off to his place. His ex didn't come up in conversation at all and I could tell that he was already feeling better. I had a couple glasses of wine with my dinner and took a third glass to the sofa where Nick joined me. I adjusting my skirt, setting it so that it looked neat and proper. This felt like an actual date; he actually made the effort to clean his place, and have dinner and wine ready. He even looked and smelled good as we sat close together on the couch, my legs crossed and my body turned towards him. His ex clearly fucked up by leaving him. This guy is amazing.

We finished our wine as I squeezed closer towards him, the alcohol getting me nice and tipsy. He put his hands on my legs as I uncrossed them. I went closer towards him, moving my lips an inch from his as he proceeded to give me a few soft kisses. The kisses started to get longer and harder as our tongues wrestled. I got up off the couch and sat on top of him, my pussy resting on the bulge in his pants and my breasts aligned with his chest. His hands reached up my skirt as he cupped my meaty ass cheeks, squeezing them hard. He continued to touch my ass, until he slid his hand between my cheeks to feel the butt plug. "Is that a..." he asked.

I cut him off as I said, "Yeah...". We both smiled as he felt the plug and pushed it deeper into my hole. I moaned hysterically while continuing to bury my lips into his and grinding my pussy on his bulge. My wet pussy started to leak on to his pants. He took my top off to expose my hard, pointy nipples, lifted me, and put me on the couch. Nick got on his knees and pulled me closer to the edge of the couch as he spread my legs and put his mouth on my pussy. He was gnawing at my pussy lips and biting my clit, driving me wild. I held him by his head and pulled his face into my pussy, burying it deep and suffocating him with the aroma of my tight fuck hole. He continued to lick me, moving his tongue up and down and sliding it inside. I was going mental, screaming in anguish as he rocked my world with his tongue.

We both took our clothes off as Nick laid down on his back on the couch. I went face down on his body, my face at his cock and my pussy directly positioned over his mouth. He continued to eat my pussy as I took his cock in my mouth. It was long, hard and thick and much bigger than my husband's. I guess I married the shortest straw of the bunch. Oh well, at least his friends make up for it. I sucked and slurped his cock, licking every area with my tongue, giving it the love and attention it needed. I could feel his cock pulsing like a heart every time I took it deep in my throat. I got up off of Nick and asked him to stand up as I got on my knees. I cupped his overflowing balls in my hand and put them in my mouth, sucking and rinsing each testicle, one at a time, slowly, carefully and methodically. This drove him crazy as he held my head and pulled me closer towards his balls.

"Get up," he commanded. "I wanna see this legendary pussy that I've heard so much about." I obeyed him like a good girl as he picked me up and put me on the sofa arm rest. He stood in front of me and I wrapped my legs around him, aligning my pussy with his cock. He licked his hand and slapped my pussy hard. I squealed. He kept doing it, slapping and flicking my clit with his hand, punishing it for taking so long to present itself to him. Nick breached my pussy gates with his long pole as I screamed in pleasure. He wasn't playing around. He was angry at his situation and his ex and wanted to let off steam. And I was his willing and obedient outlet. He continued to fuck me, each subsequent stroke deeper and harder than the one before as I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He would occasionally reach into my ass, and push the plug in, moving it around, giving me double the pleasure. My body was shaking as I continued to take Nick's brutal punishment. I screamed his name over and over again, telling him how good he was, how good he made me feel. He kept going, his stamina unwavering, his intensity consistent, and his passion unmatched in that moment.

He told me he was about to cum. I got down on to my knees like the good girl I am and opened my mouth wide for him, waiting for him to dump his load into me. His cum shot into my mouth and I took it all, gagging, but maintaining control as I swallowed it all. I licked his cock again as it started to limp after the action, cleaning it nicely like a good slut. I took my butt plug out and put it away in my bag to get more comfortable and lay down on Nick's chest, kissing it occasionally. He fucked me two more times that night, once in my ass and again in my pussy. When we were done, he asked me if I wanted to stay the night. I texted my husband to let him know that I won't be coming home tonight. Nick took me into his bedroom and we slept naked.

He fucked me in his bed the morning after when we woke up. When we were done, I asked my husband to come pick me up as I put my skirt and top back on. While we waited for my husband to arrive, I asked, "So, how are you holding up?"

"Much better now. But I'm gonna need you to come over again," he said smiling. I agreed and proceeded to sit in his lap, kissing and talking, as I waited for my husband. He opened the door to let me out and waved to my husband who was in his car. Nick pulled me close to him and purposely gave me a kiss in front of my husband, telling me that he wants me back soon. I kissed him back and told him I'll come whenever he needs me. He nodded and slapped my ass to dismiss me.

I sat in my husband's car when he asked me, "So...I take it yesterday went well."

"Yeah, it was great babe. A lot of fun! I think I'm gonna see him again later this week."

"You're the boss," he said as we drove away. On the ride home, I gave my husband all the juicy details. I saw a bulge appearing in his pants as I started to stroke him while he drove, telling him how his friend fucked his wife's pussy and ass. When we got home, my husband didn't give me the chance to get changed out of yesterday's outfit and proceeded to fuck me. He let out his load all over me, covering my pussy with his hot, sticky juice.

After I cleaned up, I started to reflect to myself. My husband was extremely turned on by this. First, it was Rodney and Ken and now Nick. To his knowledge, I have fucked 3 of his 5 friends. Moreover, we just had great sex together. Could he possibly be okay with the existing nature of my arrangement with the boys? Is it possible that I can convince him and have him come around to the idea of me being their personal, dedicated slut? Sooner or later, he's going to find out about this whole thing. I'll slip up somehow, it's bound to happen. There were too many variables to keep track of and the chances of getting caught red handed were getting higher. I knew that I didn't want to stop with my new lifestyle, but also that I didn't want to run the risk of losing my husband. If I don't tell him and get caught, he will leave me for sure. But if I was somehow able to convince him, like I did for Nick, then maybe, just maybe, I could bring him around to the idea of accepting my choices.

I thought about my words, what I would say to him, how I would broach the subject and the different paths the conversation could take. He would either get so pissed that he would leave me. Or, it may be something that I can work with him on, to get him to accept, and maybe even enjoy.

I mustered all the courage I could as I walked over to my husband and said, "Babe, I have to tell you something."

“What happened,” he asked.

“Well, you know I enjoyed the special interactions you have let me have with them. I really and truly did...and I could tell that you had fun hearing and thinking about it as well,” I said, starting off slow, easing my way into my premise.

“I love that you loved it so much. It’s so hot,” he replied grinning.

“Yeah,” I continued. “And I have you to thank me for that. You opened my mind to a whole new world of possibilities; never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that I would be doing something so extreme and out there. You remember how I was when you first met me, right? Who would have thought THAT girl would be doing THIS.” I paused to gather my thoughts, trying to get back on track while my husband kept grinning hearing me talk about this. I continued, “Well, I was thinking...now that I’ve done it with 3 of your friends, how would you feel about giving the other two their chance? And maybe...this doesn’t need to be a one time deal...you know?”

My husband said, “Fuck, I love you so much. I’m so down for this, babe! I love this crazy side of you. I say we let it happen! No restrictions or rules.”

So far, so good. Now for the hard part. “Babe...what if I told you that it already happened...and has been happening...for months.”

The grin evaporated from his face, “What do you mean?”

“I’ve been...doing it...with them...for months. I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry,” I said, my voice quivering.

He got up from his chair as he screamed, “WHAT THE FUCK? YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME?” He grabbed me by the shoulders, squeezing them, while towering above me. “Tell me, damn it! Fuckin’ tell me!!”

Tears started to well up in my eyes as I told him about the many times I got fucked by his friends. I told him about the times when I said I would be with the girls when I was actually with them. I told him about the many times I would excuse myself to the bathroom during our parties, only to sneak away from him to have a quick fuck with his friends. I told him about the gangbangs (yes, plural). He listened, his face red hot, his pursed lips hiding his clenched teeth. I was shaking throughout the entire conversation. Over the past several months, I had never thought about or could have prepared for this moment. I was too busy having fun and not thinking about his reaction and the consequences they would bring. He was upset, not at what happened, but the lies that kept him in the dark.

When I was done telling him, my husband walked over to the window, looking outside blankly, letting it all sink in, the lies and the deceit. He was shell shocked with the new information. Then he said something: “Mexico...was Mexico a part of this?” I put my head down, more tears coming out of my eyes. “Oh no,” he said. “FUCK NO! YOU DID NOT GO AWAY WITH THEM TO MEXICO AND LIE TO ME ABOUT IT!” My husband grabbed his wallet and keys and stormed out of the house. I kept my head down, the tears continuing to fall. My marriage is over. I just lost the love of my life. I shouldn’t have told him.

Regret overcame me as I tried calling my husband. Four bells, then voicemail. His sweet voice told me to leave a message. I did. I called him six more times. Over and over again. I facetimed him. No answer. I texted him. 30, 40, 50 texts. Maybe more. Who knows? No answer. Nothing. Zero. Fuck, I hope he’s not gone to confront his friends. He’s too angry right now. What have I done? I remembered that I had my husband’s location enabled on my phone. I checked and to my relief, he was at his parents’ house. Then, another jolt of fear hit me. Is he telling my in laws about this? Fuck, will they tell my parents? My mind started to race as I got more and more scared of the thought of not only being abandoned by my husband, but also my family. I decided to call my dad to strike a casual conversation with him, looking for any hints in his voice that would indicate him receiving the shocking news about me. Nothing...he seemed normal. I continued to text and call my husband but my efforts were wasted.

He did not return home until the next morning. I slept on the couch the entire night and was awoken by the sound of the door opening. I ran up to him and stopped a few feet away, waiting for him to yell some more.

He looked me up and down, studying me, my tears dried up on my face, my eyes red and swollen with dark circles under them. “Dozens of missed calls and hundreds of texts? You really are crazy, you know,” he said, as a gentle smile crept along his face.

I ran up to him and put my arms around him. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry, baby. It was all my fault. Please, punish me, don’t ruin your relationship with your friends. I should have known better. I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.”

He walked me over to the couch and sat beside me. “You know I love you, Nina. Always have and always will. And I would give anything to be with you. Tell me...is this something you really want? Do you want to continue?”

“Babe it doesn’t matter. I won’t do it anymore, I promise. Just don’t ever leave me again,” I pleaded.

“No one is leaving anyone. I just want to hear the truth...your truth. Do you want this to continue? Will this make you happy?” he asked.

I nodded. “But only if you were okay with it. I will never go behind your back again.”

“Good,” he said. “If this is what you want, then this is what you’ll get.” I hugged him tightly, thanking him for his generosity. “But, there is something we need to talk about. And remember, honest answers only.” I nodded, waiting for his question. “What if you were to get knocked up. How would you know who the father is? Are you taking birth control or have the guys been using protection?”

I was not on birth control. The guys always pulled out and none of them had finished inside me. Except for Rodney. Rodney, on several occasions, had cum inside me.

“You let Rod finish inside you? But that’s so risky. You’ve never even let me finish inside you because we wanted to hold off on having a kid...what if he gets you pregnant?”

I considered my husband’s words carefully. Would I carry Rodney’s child to term? Would I have his baby? In truth, I had thought about this a lot. The idea sounds absolutely mental, but when I’m with him I feel special, safe and protected. I’m not in love with him in any traditional sense of the word; it’s an entirely different type of affection. This is why when I’m with him, I have often asked for him to cum inside me. It’s not because I didn’t think of the risks or consequences, but because in that moment, all I want is him. All of him. And I would take it with all the risks and consequences. If Rodney impregnated me, I honestly don’t know what I would do, whether I would keep the child or not. It’s not clear-cut, not even to me.

I told my husband my thoughts on this to which he replied, “What about our families? How would they react, especially your folks, at us raising a child that quite clearly wouldn’t be mine and won’t look a thing like me.”

“I don’t care what people say,” I snapped. “If it happens, it happens and we deal with it then. I just wanna know if you would support me no matter what I decide!”

“You know I would always support you,” he said calmly. “But I feel like there’s an easy solution to this. Just use protection or go on the pill. Then he can finish inside you as much as he wants.”

He was right. I did not need to take unnecessary risks with an unwanted pregnancy and I did think about birth control many times. I was on the pill back when my husband and I were dating and having sex regularly. It made me feel like shit all the time and I was not looking forward to taking it again, but I told him I would look into it.

We talked for another couple of hours, setting ground rules and boundaries. We decided that I could go see his friends anywhere and anytime I liked, as long as I didn’t lie. Vacations with them were okay, the group chat was okay and sleeping over was fine too. As long as I continued to have regular sex with my husband and be truthful, then this arrangement could work. We shook on it and agreed with a kiss.

I asked him, “So, you wanna do something tonight? Maybe we can have them all come over.”

“What, are you crazy? They can’t leave their homes,” he snapped back.

“Oh come on, it’s fine. I went to Nick’s place the other night and it was okay. All of you guys are working from home anyway so it’s not like you’ve been out and about and exposed to it. Let me just ask them and see if they’re up for it. I think you and I made some progress today and I just think we should all celebrate, you know.” I said.

I went to the other room and called all the guys. I explained the whole situation, my discussions with my husband and him being on board. They were all really happy for me (and themselves). I asked them if they wanted to come over to our place tonight and that it would be a nice reunion and a cause for celebration. They all said yes and I told my husband who reluctantly agreed. I was excited and overjoyed by the way this all played out. Not only was I able to convince my husband, but I would be seeing the boys tonight. I’ve been lucky to get fucked by all of them now, but never had all five (six, counting my husband) at the same time.

There was so much to do. I had to cook and clean. I asked my husband to quickly vacuum and clean as much as he could on the main floor while I jumped into the kitchen to make something quick and easy. Once most of the work was done, I ran upstairs to start to get ready.

I hopped into the shower first. My pussy was freshly shaved from the night I was with Nick, so that saved me some time. I cleaned myself, lathering every inch of my body with soap, going through my routine of applying cleanser and facewash to freshen up. I dried my hair and took out a curling iron. I was in the mood for curling my hair for tonight; not too much; but just enough to give it some extra volume and pizazz. Then it came down to choosing my outfit. This part always took me long. My closet was flooded with outfits but I always felt like I had nothing to wear. I decided to wear a tight backless crop top with my favourite white mini skirt, the slightly see-through one that I wore the first time the boys fucked me. I’ve worn this skirt many times when I went to go see them and there were tons of sexy, wet, nostalgic memories associated with it. The boys loved it when I wore this skirt for them, which made it my favourite too. Being in my house also meant that I didn’t need to wear shoes, but the boys always liked me in heels. I picked out a pair of simple black heels to finish the outfit. In keeping with my minimalistic theme, I decided to ditch the thong and let my pussy enjoy the fresh air.

Once I was satisfied with the way I looked, I went downstairs to put the finishing touches on dinner. It was around 9 when the door bell rang. I answered the door and it was Nick. God, we had so much fun the other night. I gave him a hug and let him in. The rest of the guys, Ken, Jamal, Alex and Rodney arrived soon after that. I greeted them all with a tight squeeze and had them sit on the couch with my husband while I went to the kitchen to check on dinner. I had to grab something high up from the kitchen cabinet that I could not reach. I grabbed my stepping stool that I kept in the kitchen for just such an occasion. As I climbed up on the stepping stool, I felt a pair of warm, familiar hands touch the back of my thighs. I looked down to see that it was Rodney. He grabbed me by the legs and lifted me off of the stool and sat me down on the kitchen counter. He brought his face close to mine, kissing me and running his fingers through my hair. I briefly opened my eyes to notice that my husband had entered the kitchen and had seen us kissing. I stopped kissing Rodney for a second. He looked at me then turned around to see my husband standing there, watching us. “Sup man,” Rodney said to my husband. “You need anything?”

“I just came to check if Nina needed my help,” my husband said.

“She’s good, man. Aren’t you, Nina?”

“Yes, babe, I’m fine, thanks. You go catch up with your friends, I’ll bring dinner out soon.” My husband left as I looked back at Rodney. God, he’s so fucking assertive. It turned me on so much. We continued to such each other’s lips a while longer before I realized I had to take the food out of the oven. The boys all sat down at the dining table as I served dinner. There were only six seats at our table and I had nowhere to sit. I went to grab a stool from the kitchen but Rodney looked at me and patted his lap. I walked over to him and sat on his leg instead, with my husband sitting right across from us. The night was going great and there was no sense of awkwardness in the air. It felt like the good old days. When dinner was over, we went to the living room. The boys were having their hard liquor while I drank my glass of wine. I sat in Rodney’s lap the entire time, my legs swung over his lap, partially apart, giving the boys a tiny peek at my pussy from under my skirt. He kept his hands on my legs, occasionally sliding them under my skirt, while stroking my naked back and stomach. I could feel my husband watching us. I couldn’t tell if he was enjoying this or jealous. Maybe both?

I reached for the bottle of wine when I was done my first glass, but Rodney had other plans. He picked up a bottle of vodka and asked me to get on my knees. We had done this a few times together, just never with my husband around. My skirt rode up to expose the bottom half of my butt cheeks as I went on my knees in front of Rodney. I didn’t bother pulling it down so that I could give the boys a nice view. Rodney poured the vodka into my mouth and I drank every drop he gave to me, reminding me of the night in the club in Mexico where he poured his cum into my open mouth. Rodney loved serving me alcohol straight from the bottle and always insisted that I be on my knees when I do it. This had become a bit of a tradition for us, a tradition that I was happy to adhere to. I felt the vodka make its way down my throat, its warmth spreading through my body like wildfire. My buzz started to kick in as I found myself starting to get horny. I turned around and faced my ass towards Rodney and sat on his bulge. I started to grind on him as the others looked on. I looked directly at my husband, my eyes wide from the pleasure, biting my lip. He looked back with a slight smile on his face. He seemed to be liking this.

Rodney made me stand and bent me over his lap. My ass was pointing upwards and facing the boys. He lifted my skirt and slapped my ass cheek hard. *SMACK* I let out a painful cry. Rodney looked directly at my husband as he said, “You got a good woman here, man. A real good one.” *SMACK* He slapped my ass again. I let out another painful cry. “You know, I’m glad you decided to share her with us. If you made too much of a fuss, we’d just have to take her from you.” *SMACKSMACKSMACK* Three consecutive claps on my ass cheeks that sounded like gunshots and felt like hot lava. My creamy white ass cheeks turned pink with Rodney’s hand prints. “Remember, she belongs to the boys now. Her words, not mine. Tell him, Nina.”

“I belong to the boys, babe,” I said, as my moist pussy started to drip. We got up, and I led everyone upstairs. My husband followed behind. My skirt was still up from when Rodney lifted it, my ass cheeks sore and pink from the spanking. I didn’t bother to fix it. We went into the spare bedroom where we wouldn’t feel as bad about the mess that was about to be made. I undressed, taking everything off except for my heels. The boys liked fucking me in my heels. I got on my knees as all six of them gathered around me in a circle. It was organized, almost ritualistic in nature. They all unzipped and took their pants off. I was surrounded by six cocks. Rodney’s was easily the biggest and thickest of the bunch, followed by Nick and Jamal, while Ken and Alex were roughly the same. My husband wasn’t too shabby either with his length; he just wasn’t as thick as the others and lacked their stamina. I spat on my hands, grabbed Alex and Jamal and put Rodney in my mouth, bobbing my head back and forth while stroking the others. I had become a pro at this now as I looked up at the guys one by one, my eyes wide with wonderment and amazement. The other three, Nick, Ken and my husband were stroking their cocks, watching me go to work. I could tell my husband was loving seeing me like this. He scrunched his face up while stroking his cock. I had seen that face before whenever we would have sex and it meant he liked what he saw.

I switched cocks, taking two new ones in my hands and mouth, keeping my consistent stroking and sucking motion, something that I got good at with all the hard work and practice. I kept rotating between cocks until I reached my husband. I started sucking him hard, giving him extra love to make him feel included. I sucked him like a maniac, tightened my lips around his cock, and playfully grazing my teeth over his dick while looking up at him. Perhaps I did too good of a job. Seconds later, my husband ejaculated. I was shocked and wasn’t prepared. None of it got on me, save for a few drops, and most of it came out on his own hand, while some fell to the floor. My husband bowed out early and went to go sit in the arm chair in the corner of the room as we continued. Jamal grabbed me by the face and shoved his cock down my throat. I gagged as he started to fuck my face, my husband watching in amazement the punishment I was not only taking, but also enduring.

The boys picked me up and threw me on to the bed. I got fucked first by Nick from behind. He must have still been angry at his ex, as he was absolutely destroying my cunt, fucking it and reaching his hand down to violently squeeze and rub my clit. I started to scream Nick’s name until Ken shut me up by putting his cock down my throat. I gagged, the tears flowing down my face as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I was cumming. My orgasms felt like bolts of electricity surging through my body, as I closed my eyes to let the moment consume me. Nick and Ken switched places, and were eventually replaced by Jamal, Alex and Rodney. Alex went under me and started to fuck me, his hands holding me by the hip bone. Jamal opted to fuck my ass, sliding in his lubricated cock hard and fast as my screams were muffled by Rodney’s cock in my mouth. I continued to get fucked in all three holes without mercy, getting used and abused by the boys.

The rough usage of my body went on for some time longer. I locked eyes with my husband, my face scrunched up from the pleasure, my jaw sore from the sucking, my pussy bruised and my asshole torn from the fucking. He was hard again, as he stroked his cock, watching the love of his life getting gang fucked by his friends. He was loving it and was turned on to no end from watching his precious, innocent flower get torn through in all 3 holes. The boys were almost done. Ken and Jamal both came on my tits while Alex and Nick sprayed my stomach. Rodney grabbed me by my hair and put his cock back in my mouth, fucking it again. My jaw was in pain from all the face fucking but I took it like the good little slut I was. “WATCH THIS!” Rodney said to my husband as he unleashed his ocean of cum. I took it all in my mouth, gathering it first, using small opportunities to swallow a bit at a time to make room for more. I gagged a couple of times trying to keep it down, but ultimately held my ground and swallowed every last bit.

“Babe...” I said to my husband in my exhausted voice. He got up off of the arm chair. “Please bring me a towel.” My husband fetched me a towel as I wiped my stomach and breasts clean where the other four had finished on me. The boys all got cleaned up and went downstairs to the living room. I put a thong on and went downstairs to join them topless. They were all there, talking about something I didn’t care about. Rodney and my husband were on the same couch. I squeezed in between them and rested my head on my husband’s lap and my feet on Rodney’s. My husband stroked my hair, patting me like a good girl for a job well done, while Rodney caressed my legs.

One by one the boys started to leave until it was only me, my husband and Rodney remaining. I sat up as they continued to talk amongst each other. Rodney started playing with my nipples, tugging on them and twisting them gently. I felt myself getting wet again as my hands crept towards the renewed bulge in his pants. I leaned in towards him, kissing him and biting his ear. He took the hint. Rodney grabbed me by the hand and started to take me upstairs. I grabbed on to my husband and beckoned him to come with us. Rodney headed straight for the master bedroom this time. Our bedroom, the one that belonged to my husband and I, where our marital bed was kept. Rodney picked me up and put me on my back, half my ass dangling off of the edge of the bed. He towered over me, took his pants off and aggressively pulled my thong off of me. My husband joined us in the bed but Rodney had no intention of sharing me right now. He wanted me all to himself.

He thrusted his cock deep inside my juicy pussy me as I let out a cry and grasped the bedsheets with one hand and my husband’s arm with the other, digging my nails inside him, enough to scratch him. I moaned in pleasure as my lover fucked me in my husband’s presence, penetrating me like I was his whore, like I was bought and paid for, like I was his property to do what he pleased with. I dug my nails deeper into my husband’s arm, holding him tighter for support. My body started to sweat as I started to cum with Rodney’s massive cock gutting and drilling my cunt, demolishing me with every thrust.

“YES, DADDY...FUCK ME, DADDY. FUCK ME DEEP AND HARD...MAKE ME YOUR CUMSLUT...MAKE ME YOUR WHORE, YOUR BITCH, DADDY. FUCK YOUR SLUT IN HER SLUTTY PUSSY, DADDY! I’M DADDY’S GOOD GIRL, RIGHT? I’M DADDY’S GOOD GIRL???” It was almost like I was asking for his reassurance or his approval. Rodney was putting me in THAT mood, the mood he gets me in where I would do anything for him, take any risk for him, suffer any consequence for him.

He was about to cum. I could tell because he would clench his teeth when it was time. He asked me where I wanted it. My mind wandered back to the conversation I had with my husband about an unwanted pregnancy. I had to convince Rodney to use protection or go on the pill myself. It was too risky otherwise. There would always be a chance that he would knock me up and plant his seed deep into my womb. I had to be smart. Not take any chances. Have fun, but stay disciplined as well.

But unfortunately, my logic goes out the window whenever I’m with him. I don’t think a second beyond the moment I’m entangled in, when our bodies are connected, sweaty, dirty and filthy. I tightened my legs around him and pulled him closer into me, his big black cock going deeper into my pussy hole. “You know exactly where to cum,” I said as our eyes were locked together, without a care in the world. Rodney let out a monstrous roar and unleashed his hurricane-like cum deep inside me, his black body contrasting perfectly with my creamy vanilla skin, as I felt and resonated with each drop of his white hot magma. Rodney collapsed on top of me, exhausted, his cock still inside my cum filled pussy. I held Rodney tighter, hugging him hard, my pussy drenched with the fruits of our collective orgasms, our bodies sweaty from our intense and passionate lovemaking. The moment was perfect. So perfect that I forgot my husband was still in the room with us. He looked at me, seeing me in my trance like state, as I was possessed by Rodney’s cock. My husband smiled, gave me a kiss on my forehead and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him as he left me alone in the arms of another man in our marital bed.

My husband had seen his first glimpse of the monster he was responsible for. He got off to it and loved it, but realized that it came with consequences and risks. He understood that he had been bested and replaced by his friend in his own marital bed. He understood that I needed this, that I could no longer go back to having regular sex with only him. And he understood the very real possibility that he might be put into a situation where he would not be the father of his wife’s baby; that his wife would have someone else’s child. And most importantly, he realized how much he loved me and that if he wanted to stay married to me, he would need to not only acknowledge these risks, but also accept them.

As for me, I feel like I’ve entered the goldilocks zone. I no longer have the guilt of sneaking behind my husband’s back and get to experience all the joys and pleasures in the world. It was perfect, the best of both worlds and I couldn’t ask for anything more. I continue to be lucky enough to be married to my wonderful, adoring husband, while having the privilege of being Rodney and the boys’ slut. My journey has been a strange one thus far, adventurous and scary, terrifying and exciting. I don’t know what the future holds for us. I don’t know if my luck had run out and that this encounter with Rodney is the one that would make me pregnant. I don’t know what I would do if I was indeed carrying his child in my belly, whether I would keep it not. I don’t know if the boys would bring in more of their friends to share me with. And I certainly don’t know what other crazy adventures I would have with them. But I did know one thing for sure: I couldn’t wait to find out. I loved every second of it. And I didn’t want it to stop. Not now, not ever.

I belong to the boys...and to the boys I shall remain.

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Therese looked at the scene before her. Her father and brother naked, her grandfather’s cock sticking out of his trousers and her grandmother eating her mother’s cunt, both of us naked. Beth with the camera, filming. “God, the slut is only in the door and she’s gone sex mad.” she said referring to me. She went and sat on the arm of her father’s chair putting her arm around him and kissing him on the cheek. My father was now hard again. He pushed my mother out of the way and started to fuck me...

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