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.
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