“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.
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