Chapter 3

Hi guys! Nina here with part 3! There have been tons of requests for me to share pictures of myself in “the outfits”. While I do prefer to remain private for now, I still wanted to give you a treat by showing you pictures of the outfits themselves, so as to drive your imaginations wild :)

I’m considering posting a picture of myself for part 4, but I’m still on the fence about this. I’ll wait and see how the reaction is to part 3 before deciding whether or not I want to show more.

Outfit 1 from part 1: https://imgur.com/rnUbcuR

Outfit 2 from part 2: https://imgur.com/dtmGRpZ

Outfit 3 from part 3: https://imgur.com/Fjf2KnA

As always, I would encourage you to read the first 2 parts before jumping into this so that you can get all the juicy details. Regardless, I will weave in a short recap below. I hope you enjoy!

“I belong to the boys now ... and to the boys I shall remain.”

These words changed my life as I typed them into the group chat that my husband’s friends created. My husband was not invited to the group chat. Just me, his slutty wife, who just the night before fucked one of his best friends behind his back.

But let’s back up for a second. My name is Nina. I’m 27 years old, 5 foot 1 inch tall, about 115 pounds with dark brown hair, light skin and brown eyes. I was born and raised in Canada but my background is Lebanese. I have small, but perky breasts, soft creamy legs and my butt is the feature I’m most proud of. My husband and I have been married for a year. Prior to this experience, he was the only man I had ever been with. Growing up in an ultra-conservative family meant that I couldn’t have boyfriends or stay out late.

This all started when my husband said he wanted me to get to know his friends better. They are a group of 6 guys (including my husband) who are very close and have known each other for years. My husband is the only one who is married amongst his friends. He insisted that I dress sexy for our gatherings, as he wanted to show me off to his friends. I was happy to do this as I love my body and wear skirts and dresses regularly. I also didn’t mind being the only girl present, as I have a lot of male friends and grew up with two brothers. We would all hang out every weekend and I got to know his friends really well.

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 wore an ultra-short white mini skirt that hugged my body tightly and clearly showed my neon pink thong through the thin fabric (Outfit 1). I paired this with a pink, backless top that showed my nipples pointing through. To be honest, I had tons of trouble functioning in this outfit. My skirt kept on riding up and I constantly found myself pulling it down. When I sat, my skirt would ride up even more, exposing my bright pink thong to anyone who sat across from me, despite my best efforts to conceal it by crossing my legs or gluing them together. It was no use. I just sat there and let the guys enjoy the view.

I was sitting on the couch between two of my husband’s friends, Rodney and Ken. Rodney is a well-built, muscular black guy and Ken is a tall, cute white man. Rodney and Ken playfully caressed my naked legs and bare back throughout the night and my husband didn’t seem to mind this at all. I let them continue to caress me, as I enjoyed their soft touch on my body.

Shortly after that, my husband said that he was going out with the other 3 guys, and that Rodney and Ken would “take care of me”. My husband had left his nearly naked wife in the company of two of his friends. When he left, Rodney and Ken started to move their fingers further up my leg to the hem of my tiny little skirt. And, without much contemplation, I found myself getting fucked by my husband’s friends, my beautiful little pussy getting clobbered by their long, thick cocks. I had never felt a rush like this in my life. It was absolutely exhilarating and the amount of pleasure that I received truly put my husband’s performance in the bedroom to shame.

One mystery remained when the night was over, however. Did my husband plan all of this? If he did, then what was his motivation? I had my suspicions, as he was always keen on showing me off to his friends and specifically asked me to put on this whorish outfit on this particular night. Not only that, he was completely not phased by his friends touching my naked legs and my bare back.

My husband solved this mystery for me the next day. He revealed to me that he was in on this from the start and meant for me to get fucked by Rodney and Ken based on a pact that the boys made in the past. My husband and his friends were always a wild bunch, partying every weekend and hooking up with new girls regularly. They thought that marriage would be the undoing of their exciting lifestyle and made a pact amongst the 6 of them to not get married. The first person to break this pact would have to let one of the boys fuck their wife. There were no two ways about it and they took the pact very seriously. As my husband was the first, and only one of his friends to get married, the sweepstakes to fuck my innocent pussy were up for grabs. Ken was the lucky winner, but Rodney insisted that he wanted in as well. Rodney had done some favours for my husband in the past, making my husband feel obliged to him and so they agreed that Ken and Rodney would do me together if I was willing. My husband made it clear that this was a one-time deal and would not be repeated. Everything would go back to normal.

But we had drifted far from normal at this point. I could not go back to normal. What I had experienced was the best sex of my life. I felt liberated, free, vulnerable, yet in control, and incredibly confident. It was too good to stop. I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop.

And so the following weekend when it was time for us to hang out again, I put on another slutty outfit - a super tight, slitted royal blue mini skirt and a white bralette (Outfit 2). I paired these with a white thong and peach coloured heels. I purposely wore a skirt that would ride up and show off my tiny thong when I sat or bent. When we got to his friend’s house, I was much more confident and incredibly turned on by the fact that my skirt kept riding up to expose my butt cheeks when I bent and that anyone across from me had a perfect view of my white underwear that stood out under my blue skirt. I sat with Rodney the entire night, letting him touch and caress my white, creamy legs and my soft, bare back. My husband wasn’t too fond of this, but I let it continue.

Some time after that, Rodney sent me a discreet text on my phone asking me to meet him at his car. It was time. Rodney left by saying he was grabbing a smoke, while I excused myself to the bathroom. I met Rodney in his car. I sucked his monstrous cock, gagging and choking, but my strong Lebanese pride made me stick to the task at hand. Within an instant, I found myself taking my thong off and hopping on Rodney, as his chocolate cock went between my vanilla legs and into my strawberry pussy. Rodney fucked me viciously and I hung on for dear life, as he thrusted and propelled his monster deeper and deeper into me. When it came time for him to finish, he asked me where I would like him to cum. I gave specific instructions to him to cum deep into my pussy. I did not care about the consequences or the risks that this would entail. In the moment, I was only concerned about one thing. I wanted all of him. Nothing held back. All or nothing. And so, Rodney shot his cum inside my drenched pussy like bullets. When he was done, I walked back to the house on my own with Rodney’s sizzling white cum oozing out of my pussy and down my thighs.

And that brings us to our story now. The next morning when I woke up, I saw a Whatsapp notification. I had been added to a separate group chat with all my husband’s friends ... my husband was not in the group chat. It was just me and them.

One of his friends sent a message saying, “Hey Nina. We heard that Rodney gave it to you good last night. Hope you had fun. Your husband doesn’t need to know about this group chat. He won’t know anything. But the rest of us want our turn with you too. What do you say? P.S. You left your panties in Rodney’s car.”

My mind could not contain my excitement. Who would have thought that a good girl like me would become such a slut with my conservative upbringing. First, it was Ken and Rodney. And last night I had my brains fucked out by Rodney again without my husband’s knowledge. He was totally clueless and oblivious to the fact that his sweet, innocent and pure wife got fucked by his friend. But again, who the fuck cares? This is who I am now. I need to do this. I can’t go back to just fucking my husband. I need more. Much more. And his friends will give it to me. I didn’t feel guilty about this either. My husband knew what he was doing when he let two of his friends fuck me. There were bound to be consequences. His expectation of this being a one time thing and for everything to go back to normal was unrealistic, and quite frankly, selfish. I was exposed to a world I never knew existed and I wanted to spread my wings and explore it to the fullest.

I sent a message back in the group chat with the words: “Tell Rodney he can keep my panties as a memory. I belong to the boys now. And to the boys I shall remain.”

I knew that nothing would be the same now that I had sent this message. And I didn’t care. This is what I want ... no ... this is what I need. The purpose of this group chat was for the boys to interact with me and for me to interact with them without any interference (AKA, my husband). As soon as I sent this message, the group chat was flooded with messages like “Woah Nina!”, “Yes Nina!” and “I can’t wait!”. I felt an incredible rush as I began talking to them. Funny enough, the boys started to argue amongst themselves about who would have me first. Rodney was insisting he wanted me again, and so did Ken. The other two guys, Alex and Jamal, hadn’t had their turn yet and were pushing to be next in line. The fifth guy was in a serious committed relationship with his girlfriend and couldn’t bring himself to participate (no matter how much he wanted to). He still wanted to be part of the group chat to stay in the loop.

This went on for some time, with the boys continuing to argue amongst themselves. I just kept reading their messages, smiling ear to ear, feeling special and overly flattered with the attention I was receiving. Finally, Rodney sent a message that I did not expect. “How about we all do her ... together. In one night.” The boys slowly started to message back their agreement. Rodney sent another message, “How about it, Nina? Are you up for it?”

I froze. I didn’t know what to do. Taking both Rodney and Ken together was a challenge in itself. But adding Alex and Jamal on top of that? Four guys together? I couldn’t handle that. That’s ridiculous! How would that even work? Reluctance and fear crept into my mind as I began to deliberate my options. And suddenly, my mind wandered deeper into the rabbit role as curiosity took its grasp. The five of us together ... it could really be something special. I could experience pleasure that I never knew existed and getting fucked by all of them, one after another, sounds too good to pass on. I was scared. But I wanted it. I wanted to take the plunge, to take on the challenge of the extreme pounding that I was being offered. I was greedy and I wanted it all. It was as if my fingers had a mind of their own. I found myself typing in three letters - “Yes”.

It was done. I was in it. I couldn’t back down now. I was excited and nervous at the prospect of being treated like the boys’ slut, their whore, their private hoe. It turned me on to no end. I felt empowered and strong and I couldn’t wait! Saturday could not come soon enough!

Later that day, my husband told me that the boys couldn’t hang out this coming weekend. Hmm, I wonder why. My husband asked me if I wanted to do date night on Saturday.

“Actually, I was thinking of hanging with my girls. It’s been a while and I wanted to see them.” I lied confidently. Actually babe, I’m already doing date night. I’ve got four dates this Saturday and you’re not one of them.

Saturday finally came around. I started to get ready by showering and shaving my pussy to make sure it was soft, fresh and velvet smooth for the boys. I did my hair just how I like it, straight all the way through with the ends teased to create subtle curls. I applied my makeup, eye shadow, eyeliner and crimson red lipstick. Then, it was time to get dressed. I went shopping earlier during the week and picked out my outfit. What did I buy? Well, of course I bought a skirt! I love wearing skirts. Half of my closet is filled with them and the other half with dresses. This skirt was special. It was nudish-brown in colour, made up of a thick velvety, silky material, fitting super short and super tight (Outfit 3). My favourite feature of the skirt was the laces along the side that required tying and tightening. The laces started at the hem of the skirt and went all the way to the top, resulting in massive, gaping holes along the side of the skirt. It showed my naked thigh all the way to my hip bone and gave a sneak peek of my thong. At first, I thought about wearing a more subtle and less conspicuous coloured thong. But who am I kidding? I LOVE showing off my thong to these boys. I opted to wear a leopard print thong instead, which I knew would stand out much more. I paired this with a backless black top and no bra.

I walked downstairs ready to leave where I saw my husband. “WOW!” he said. “You’re looking incredible!”

“Thanks, babe” I responded.

“I think you’ve made me hard, Nina. How ‘bout a quick one before you head out?”

“Sorry babe, I can’t. Gotta go. Don’t wait up. Me and the girls are going to be out late”, I quickly said as I left. There is no way I’m going to let you have a taste before the boys are through with me. I don’t want to spoil their meal. I want to stay tight, perky and perfect for them. Not that your dick is going to do much damage to my pussy anyway. I bet my pussy would have stayed nice and tight even if I had let you fuck me; they wouldn’t know the difference. I hopped into the Uber, leaving my husband high and dry as I went to go see my boys.

We were meeting at Jamal’s condo today. Jamal is a black guy, 6 ft tall, almost as well built as Rodney and was perhaps the cutest amongst them, while Alex is white and just as tall. I took the elevator up and knocked on the door. Jamal opened it for me. He smiled and hugged me as he let me in. Rodney, Alex and Ken were already there. I walked up to all the guys, giving them all a nice, tight squeeze. I gave Rodney his usual peck on the cheek as I took my seat in my regular spot beside him.

“How you doing, girl?” he asked.

“I’m good!” I replied giddily.

“What did you tell your man?”

“I told him I was going out with the girls.”

They all laughed in unison. I smiled. “He wanted to do date night with me when he found out that you guys couldn’t hang this weekend.” They snickered at this. I enjoyed taking subtle jabs at my husband. He was the one that exposed me to this whole situation. If it weren’t for him, I would have never become this person. I was always a good girl before all of this! But I guess I should be thanking him. This is the most alive I’ve ever felt and I wouldn’t have it any other way! We all got comfortable as the boys started passing drinks around. I took my glass, sipping it slowly and enjoying the soothing warmth as it hit my throat. Rodney rested his glass on my thigh, using it like a coaster. I loved the feeling of his cool glass and hand resting on my leg. He would occasionally swirl his glass, causing the cool condensation from the melting ice drip on to my naked legs.