Chapter 5

Hi guys, Nina here!

Up until now I’ve managed to keep my husband in the dark about this entire situation, however, certain events have transpired over the last few days that have made this all come to light. My original draft of part 5 was focused on one of my sexual adventures from the past, however, I have decided to jump ahead to the present to discuss what is happening with us currently.

My life has been pretty crazy ever since I got married, as I started to learn things about myself, my likes and dislikes and how far I would be willing to go. Once my husband allowed two of his friends to fuck me over a pact that they made years ago, I knew my life would never be the same. From his point of view, this was a one-time thing, a deed that would fulfill his obligation and would never be spoken of again. But from my point of view, this was a major turning point. He didn’t account for how much I would actually enjoy the pounding his friends gave me, so much so, that I started to sneak behind his back to get gangbanged, went on a 5 day vacation to Mexico with his friends to have my pussy exploited and punished and continue to give them subsequent opportunities to fuck the living shit out of me in twos, threes and fours. He knew it happened the first time because he arranged it to satisfy the pact, but he was completely oblivious to the monster he created in me and all the other poundings I took from his friends.

So far, you’ve met four of the boys: Ken, Alex, Jamal and of course, Rodney, whose approaches I simply couldn’t resist. There is also a fifth guy, Nick, who I had not had any sexual encounters with due to his long term relationship. A few days ago, Nick messaged in our Whatsapp group chat which consists of the 5 guys (not including my husband) and me. He informed us that his girlfriend of two years broke things off with him. Nick was devastated and distraught and I wanted to do whatever I could to make it okay. While the relationship between the guys and I may seem one dimensional and only sexual in nature, in truth we have developed a strong friendship and I genuinely care about them. I wanted to do whatever I could to help him, to make him feel good about himself again and to help him get his confidence back.

The boys and I held a group video call.

“Nick, I’m so sorry. Tell me what I can do for you.” I said.

Nick was sulking as he said, “Thanks, Nina. Honestly, there’s just nothing that can be done. I feel like I wasted my time, invested so much energy into this relationship, all for it to go up in smoke. I didn’t even have a choice in the matter.”

I couldn’t bear to see him this way. Nick was such a sweet guy, the nicest of all of my husband’s friends, and he didn’t deserve any of this. I pressed him further as I said, “Nick, don’t be like that. I know it’s tough right now, but you need to start moving towards some semblance of normalcy.”

Jamal interjected by suggested, “Nina, why don’t you go see him for a bit, give him a little pick-me-up. Nick, you don’t know what you’ve been missing out on, man!”

We all laughed, and Nick even gave a smile. “How ‘bout I come see you, Nick. Just for a while,” I said. He agreed as we ended the call.

I started to think of excuses in my head that I could use to go see Nick. My regular excuse of ‘seeing the girls’ wouldn’t work amid the lockdown. I hadn’t left my house for a month. My husband and I had decided that only he would leave the house if we needed groceries or other essentials to minimize our exposure to the virus. I had asked him a few times over the past month if I could go out, even if it was to go to the store, just so I could see the outside world again, but he flat out refused. He was taking the entire situation very seriously, as we all should be. I racked my brain but couldn’t think of a valid excuse that he would buy. I decided that the only way forward was to tell him what my real intentions were with Nick. I would need to be tactful and smart and only tease the subject to see how he reacts. Based on his reaction, I would either continue with my suggestion or abandon it right then and there. Surely he would understand. Nick is one of his best friends. He has to agree. Right?

Later that night while we were laying in bed, I broached the topic of Nick’s breakup. My husband said, “Yeah, it’s a sucky situation. I feel terrible for the guy. He’s been through a lot with her.”

“Right?! He really has! I’m so upset. They were so good together. I just wish there was something we could do for him. I really, really wanna make sure that he’s okay.” I said.

“Yeah, but what can we really do? It’s just something he’s going to move on from. I just hate that we can’t even go see him. If it wasn’t for this lockdown, me and the boys would probably take him out for drinks, get him hammered ... maybe a lap dance.” my husband replied laughing.

“Okay, I get that babe. But we can’t do that right now and he’s our friend; we can’t just let him be alone right now.”

“What did you have in mind?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” I said as I chose my next words carefully. “I just think that he needs a boost, something to make him feel good about himself, make him feel like a man again.”

“Okay...” my husband said as he studied me.

“I mean, it’s just a thought...” I felt my insides tightening and my body getting hot with fear and nervousness thinking about how my husband would react to my next words. “I was just thinking that maybe ... I could do something for him. I mean ... only if you ... if you think it’s okay.”

He turned his body towards me. “Wait ... are you saying what I think you’re saying. You want me to let my boy fuck you?”

“Well you already let two of ‘your boys’ fuck me and that wasn’t an issue for you, so how could you be completely against this? Why is it an issue now?” I replied as I found my voice getting louder. “Your so-called pact only called for Ken to do me, but you let Rodney have me too. You could have said no to him but you didn’t, because he’s your friend and you wanted to repay him. Nick is your friend too and he needs your help!” We argued for another 30 minutes, neither of us willing to listen to the other.

“Fuck it, I’m done with this conversation!” he yelled back as he left the bedroom to sleep on the couch. I buried my head in my pillow, face red with anger at my husband’s hypocrisy and inconsistency. I bet if Nick had asked him himself, then he wouldn’t have an issue with it! But it’s a problem because I’m asking? Fuck him!

I drifted off to sleep but was awoken in the middle of the night by my husband. He crawled back into bed and hugged me from behind, reaching his hands over my breasts and softly kissing my neck. “You really wanna do this?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said as I slowly opened my eyes, coming back to my senses. I felt his dick poking my ass as he started to rub my nipples. I turned towards him and started kissing him. “Do I see someone coming around to the idea?” I asked playfully.

“Well, it sounds kinda hot,” he said in between kisses. “As long as you promise to share all the details.”

“I promise,” I said as I pulled his pants down and started to suck his dick. My husband quietly moaned as the wetness from my mouth warmed and excited him. I jumped on top of him and lowered my pussy down to his cock. I rode him hard for a whole minute until he told me he was close. I jumped off his cock and started stroking him as he came all over my hands. I helped him get cleaned up as I said, “Love you, babe ... and thank you. Goodnight.”

I sent a text in the group chat the morning after to tell Nick that I’m coming over in the evening. I started to get ready late afternoon, going through my ritual of getting ready, same as I always have. I showered, shaved my pussy to keep it fresh for Nick’s first time with me and did my hair and make up. I picked out a tight black full sleeve top and paired it with a black mini skater skirt that complemented my thighs. I decided that I didn’t need a thong as my skirt fit loosely enough that it probably wouldn’t ride up.

I did however wear one more thing. Over the past few months, I’ve started to experiment with toys to arouse me and to help stimulate my sex life with my husband. I especially got hooked on anal toys, butt plugs in particular, that I would occasionally wear in public. I applied lubricant in and around my asshole and pushed the plug up slowly and gently, wincing at the subtle jolts of pain and pleasure as I forced the plug further up inside me. Once I was confident that it was all the way in and secure, I made my way downstairs to see my husband. He offered to drive me to Nick’s place because he didn’t want me to get exposed to germs in Uber cars. My husband complemented my outfit as I turned around, bent over and lifted my skirt to show him my butt plug. He pulled me close by the hips and bit my ass cheek playfully, slapping it as we started to walk towards the door.