I couldn’t reach out to my husband’s friends for that same pleasure either given our issues. I did try reaching out to Rodney a couple of times (one of my husband’s friends who I developed a close bond with) but he ghosted me and didn’t respond. So, I stopped trying to contact him.
I told my friend that I was adamant because I wanted to make new friends and these guys seemed nice. She realized that I had already made up my mind and simply told me to be safe and to text her if any issues came up.
I went back to my bedroom to see my stuff all over the place. Okay Nina. Need to find something to wear. My first instinct was to go all out and wear a sexy skirt with a crop top. But I knew I couldn’t afford to present myself as easy. I decided to keep it casual and threw on an old black dress. The dress had no sleeves, was short (but not in a slutty way), loose and comfortable. I didn’t have to be super careful in it and I could walk around and sit in it without any issues. This seemed like the best choice. I wore a black thong and no bra (I barely ever wear bras to begin with).
I hopped into the shower, did some light make up and went over. I knocked on the door and one of the brothers opened up. Only 3 of the 4 guys were there. I said hello to all of them and ended up taking a seat on a small ottoman. The fourth one arrived a few moments after me.
The guys began talking to me and eventually our conversation started to flow. They were all friendly, definitely not as sophisticated as some of the older men I’ve been with, or even any of my husband’s friends, but still nice. I was enjoying my time and there was no inappropriate touching of any kind either.
We ordered pizza and I asked how much I owe for my share, but they didn’t let me pay which I thought was very nice of them. Then the night started to get more fun as one of them gave me a joint. I hadn’t gotten baked in ages and only did it a few times in the past, but things were different now. Fortunately, it’s legal in Canada!
We went out to the balcony to smoke up and of the boys lent me his hoodie to guard me against the cold. I started to loosen up and become a lot more conversational. We went back inside to warm up and this time I sat on the couch in between the two brothers, with the other two guys taking seats nearby. They asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said no and didn’t bring up my soon to end marriage.
Then the conversation drifted to a more sexual tone. One of the guys asked how a girl like me wasn’t getting any. Perhaps it was the pot talking but I was a lot looser and not as tight lipped, so I disclosed that I was seeing a couple of guys but wasn’t in an official relationship. Obviously, I didn’t mention that these men were my sugar daddies.
The guys laughed and one of them gave me a high five for “getting some”. Then I was asked what my body count was. I counted on my fingers. My husband, Rodney, Ken, Jamal, Nick, Alex, Josh, Robert, and Luis. 9 guys. Hopefully I wasn’t missing anyone. I held up 9 fingers and they laughed hysterically. I added, “All within the past 2 years!” I got another high five for that as my confidence was getting boosted by their approval.
“Were they all white guys and Lebanese guys?” one of them asked. I said no and that I’ve been with black guys before too. “We’re a lot better in bed, aren’t we?” he asked playfully. I laughed and said that everyone is different and I’ve had fun with all my partners, however, I admitted that the best sex I ever had was indeed with a black guy. And that I kept going back for more.
I didn’t know why I was telling them all this but I really wanted to. I was enjoying the rush I was getting from their approval and it was boosting my confidence. Then they asked if I had been with more than one guy at a time. I didn’t say anything and just smiled as I sank back into the couch. At this time, the younger brother put his hand on my bare leg and asked, “2?” I just kept smiling and shook my head no. “3?” I didn’t say anything and just looked around with exaggerated awkwardness, smiling. “4, 5?”
I held up 6 fingers and covered my eyes in embarrassment while laughing. The boys erupted with laughter and amazement and asked me for details. I kept my de***********ion to a minimum.
I felt the brother’s hand on my thigh move up as he kept a firm grasp on it, caressing my leg and playing with the hem of my dress. He moved my dress up higher to expose more of my leg. The weed, the conversation, and his touch were all turning me on.
Then, I snapped back to reality as I got a text from my friend asking me if I was okay. I realized I needed to pull back a bit and so I told them I had to go. I thanked them all for inviting me and gave each one a hug before I left. At the door, they told me that I should come by again to chill and that this was fun. I agreed and said I would.
I got home and my friend asked me how it went. I told her it was a lot of fun, that they are nice and that she should come next time. She said she would think about it.
The guys kept texting me throughout the night, asking me details about my sexual encounters. I told them about the night I got ploughed in Rodney’s car. About the time I had my first gangbang with 4 guys and how drunk I was. About how 4 guys took me to Cancun on a boys trip and fucked my brains out for an entire week. About how I was taken to the men’s bathroom of a Cancun nightclub, as onlookers in the bathroom watched me follow a man into a stall, knowing I was about to get railed. About how I took 6 guys at once, one after the other, and at the same time in all my holes.
I didn’t hold back. I told them everything. And I even sent them a couple of pictures – no nudes but pictures of me in my favourite outfits moments away from getting ploughed.
I knew why I was being so candid. It’s because deep down, I wanted to play with fire. I wanted to be taken by them and have my fun, and accept all the risks and danger that comes with it. I knew I was experienced enough and could probably take the pounding. And I was excited at the prospect of being used by them and having my guts rearranged.
The 2 brothers asked me to hang out again the next night and I agreed. It would just be the 3 of us. While I dressed a bit modestly the first time I went to their place with a black mini dress that didn’t reveal too much, I decided to take things to the next level this time. I wanted to turn them on and make them want me.
I got ready and put on a tight denim mini skirt with a white thong, and a white tube top that wrapped across my breasts, leaving my shoulders and stomach bare. I put on my shoes and on my way out asked my friend once again if she wanted to come. She declined, but did comment on my choice of outfit. “Babe, you really wearing that?” I asked her what was wrong with it and she replied, “Just seems a bit much, you know. Maybe put something over it.” I told her I liked it this way and that I was only going down the hall. I said bye to her and was on my way.
Both guys complimented me on how I looked when I got there as I gave them each a tight squeeze before sitting across from them on the ottoman, pulling my skirt down and crossing my legs as I did so. They seemed to be playing video games but turned it off when I got there. We chatted for a few moments and decided to order Mexican food. We ate and talked while a movie played in the background with no sound. They brought out drinks and I knocked back a few, feeling the warmth resonate through my body and my buzz coming alive.
I wanted to take this to the next level but wasn’t sure how. It seemed for a moment that things had plateaued so I decided to initiate things myself. I excused myself to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I studied my reflection for a moment, brainstorming what I could do to entice them to take me right there and then. I just couldn’t wait any longer! I pulled my skirt higher so it fell just below my ass cheeks, and pulled my tube top down to show more of my breasts. I went back outside and sat across from them again.
This time, I didn’t bother crossing my legs and let my skirt ride up. I knew they had a good view of my white thong between my legs. They both noticed. I pretended to not be aware that I was flashing them and continued making conversation, noticing that both were struggling to make eye contact, as their eyes darted from my shoulders, to my chest, to the space between my legs, and then back to my chest.
I could feel the atmosphere change in the room as one of the brothers asked, “I have a question. You just moved in and you’re already real friendly with guys you just met” I smiled and told him I just wanted to make new friends. “Really,” he asked.
I smiled and replied, “Are you complaining?”
“Not at all,” he said. “Just wanna know what’s going through that head of yours.”
“Same thing that’s going through yours,” I said, my smile practically glued to my face. The brothers looked at each other and laughed.
The other brother said, “Nina, I loved the pictures you sent the other day.” I thanked him. “You look good right now too, let me take a couple more of you.”
This was it. It was going to happen. I happily accepted and adjusted myself on the ottoman. I kept my legs uncrossed as he whipped out his phone to take a picture, knowing full well that my white thong would clearly be visible under my skirt. He took a couple more. Then he asked me to stand up. I obeyed and posed while he took more pictures. He asked me to turn around. I did and bent a bit, my skirt riding up ever so slightly to reveal the cusp of my butt cheeks. He asked me to bend more and I did, as this time my skirt rode up to show off half of my ass cheeks for the picture.
Then he asked me to face him and pull my top down a bit. I did as he asked, pulling it down slightly to show the outer cusp of my tit. He walked up to me and pulled my top down completely, exposing my bare breasts. I looked up at him, my teeth biting my lower lip and let him do what he wanted with me as he took a couple more pictures.
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