A literotic sexstories: Part 6: I got fucked by my husband's friends by nred92 ,
Hi guys, Nina here back with part 6, the final part of my story. The reason I say ‘final’ is because these events just took place recently. Until there is more, or something changes in our lives, there really won’t be much more to tell than what you already know.
So this is what it all came down to. Months of sneaking behind my husband’s back had led me to this moment. I felt unprepared and reluctant to handle the situation at hand. I could have just let things be as they were and kept my husband in the dark. But I knew that this task would prove to be more and more challenging as time went on. I was bound to get caught, to slip up. I would have eventually ran out of excuses, left my phone unlocked or he would have run into one of my friends who would not have known anything about a trip to Mexico or the many late nights that we have hung out over the past several months. I had to strike now while the iron was hot. He had already given indications of his openness to the idea of his friends fucking me. To his knowledge, Rodney, Ken and Nick had all had their turn with me and he enjoyed hearing about these encounters, down to the most minute detail. I knew I had a good chance of convincing him now, letting him know what had been going on and perhaps, even getting his blessing to let things continue as they have been.
I went over to my husband, my insides feeling tight and mangled thinking about the different ways he could potentially react, my ears crimson red and hot from the fear of how this conversation would go. “Babe, I have to tell you something.” My husband looked up at me as I continued, “So, I wanted to talk to you about your friends.”
“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.
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