Part 4: I got fucked by my husband's friends by nred92

I belong to the boys, and to the boys I shall remain.By now you’re familiar with the meaning behind these words. My name is Nina. I’m 27 years old, born and raised in Canada and married to my husband for one year. My family’s background is Lebanese and I had a very conservative and modest upbringing. My husband was the only man I had ever been with, that is, before I met his friends, or what they are more commonly referred to as, “The boys”, a group of 6 guys, my husband included, who made a pact several years ago to live out their wild single lifestyle until the end of their days. The first one to break the pact by getting married would have to pay the price and let the boys fuck his blushing bride. This pact put me into a situation where I found myself getting fucked by two of his friends. What was supposed to be a one time event from my husband’s perspective quickly took on a life of its own, as I developed a special relationship with the boys, made up of raw, animalistic instincts and desires. This ‘one-time’ event turned into an uncontrollable addiction for me, as I found myself sneaking behind my husband’s back to turn into his friends’ slut.

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.