A note from me:

Hi guys! It’s been a while since we’ve caught up. The past few months have been super busy but I wanted to take some time today to talk about one of my latest adventures. If you’ve read my previous posts, you know my history. My name is Nina, I’m 28 (recently celebrated my bday!), 5 feet 1 inch, with dark hair and I’m Canadian-Lebanese and over the past year and bit, I’ve gotten sexually involved with my husband’s friends. Going from a good girl raised with a conservative upbringing to the free spirit I am today has been an adventure like none other and I am happy to have taken you guys along for the ride. I hope you enjoy the latest chapter of my life!

My husband and his group of friends (the boys) decided to enjoy the nice weather and go golfing. Ken, Nick, Jamal, and my husband and I were the only ones that could make it. I’d never golfed before and didn’t have any intention of playing, but wanted to hang out with the boys. One of the guys, Ken, had recently started seeing someone and brought her along as well. It was nice to have another girl to hang out with. I put on a pink mini skirt and a black short sleeve shirt and wore casual running shoes. When we got to the golf course, I met with everyone and instantly hit it off with Ken’s new girlfriend. The boys did their thing and started to play, while I hung out in the background.

Some time had gone by and we ended up running into Nick’s uncle (Nick is one of the boys) who was enjoying a game with his friends. Nick’s uncle’s name was Robert, a man who was probably in his mid to late 50s, but still looked handsome (like his nephew). He had a classic gentleman look, was dressed well from head to toe and had a strong personality. Nick introduced us to Uncle Robert. When I met him, he shook my hand and may have held it a bit longer than normal. I didn’t think much of it. He invited all of us to have lunch with him after our game.

When the boys were done playing, we made our way to the clubhouse and met with Uncle Robert. His eyes were fixated on me as we approached; his stare was intimidating, yet mesmerizing. We made our way to a table and started on lunch; Robert pulled a chair beside him and beckoned me to sit. I graciously accepted and we started to make conversation. As I sat, my little skirt rode up as it always did. When this happened in front of the boys, I never really cared (given our history). But it was different with new people. I pulled my skirt down to make sure I covered enough and didn’t accidentally flash Robert. He started to ask me questions about myself, my past and took a keen interest in my Lebanese background. I found it difficult to maintain eye contact with him throughout the conversation. Don’t get me wrong; he was a perfect gentleman, but he also had a dominating personality and he made me shy and timid.

I had a great time at lunch and Robert’s attention was fixated on me the entire time. I learned that he has owned his own business for the last 30 years, is divorced and he has 2 kids, a son and a daughter, both about my age. At the end of lunch, he invited us all to his place the next day for a small barbecue he was hosting. It was a weekend and we had nothing else planned, so we accepted.

The next day, I started to get ready for the barbecue. I wore a white tube bralette top and a blue denim mini skirt. I wore a pink thong underneath and didn’t need a bra. My skirt was extremely short and just covered enough when I stood. I wasn’t able to bend while wearing it and I certainly had to be careful whenever I sat, but I loved the cute look and decided to go with it. When we arrived at Uncle Robert’s house, I was shocked. He lived in a huge house with a huge lawn and driveway, on which there stood 2 luxury cars. I had no idea that he was so wealthy. My husband and I are not poor by any means, but we certainly can’t be characterized as rich either. I don’t go on shopping sprees or buy expensive handbags or anything of that nature, but we are comfortable in our current position. We met up with Nick, Ken, his girlfriend and Jamal and proceeded inside the house.

Robert’s house was beautiful. It had high ceilings and beautiful furniture and fixtures. He didn’t bother with a tour, and led us straight to the backyard where they were grilling steaks, patties and chicken. He had a massive pool in the backyard and tall trees surrounding the edges for privacy. Robert beckoned us to have a seat on the patio furniture and we did. I sat down slowly, pulling my skirt down as I did and crossed my legs once my butt touched the seat.

We ate and chatted and had a wonderful time. Robert sat beside me the entire time and told me more about himself. The conversation eventually went to wine and he mentioned that he had an extensive wine collection in the cellar and offered to show it to me. I don’t know much about wine, but accepted his invitation. We stood up and he started to lead me out of the backyard. I thought that he would extend the invitation to the others but he did no such thing. It was just me and him. I found this weird, but I decided to go along with him.

Robert led me down to the wine cellar and locked the door behind me as he showed me his collection. I’m no wine expert and probably could not tell the difference between a $20 wine and $1000 wine bottle, but even I could tell that this was a beautiful wine collection. He also had a small cigar collection and a collection of spirits down here as well.

“So what do you think?” he asked.

“It’s amazing, Robert.” I replied.

“It is, isn’t it? What would you like to drink?”

“Oh ... umm ... anything. Anything you recommend, Robert.” I said nervously.

He smiled, sensing my lack of knowledge on the subject matter. He poured a glass for me and rested his hands on my back as he led me to the nearby sofa. He poured himself a glass of whisky and lit a cigar as he sat beside me. I saw his eyes look down towards my legs and he smiled. I realized that I didn’t sit properly and my short skirt was showing too much. I got up and pulled my skirt down and sat back down again. Robert kept smiling and took a puff of his cigar. I took a sip of my wine.

“How is it?” he asked.

“Mmm, great. Thank you.”

We sat there for a bit, not saying much. I asked him some questions about the house and his responses were short and brief. He was lacking his usual conversational tone. Then, something happened. He moved closer to me and rested his hand on my bare thigh. I looked down at his hand and back up into his intense eyes, his shiny grey hair and kind smile.

What was happening? What is he doing?

I got scared and didn’t say anything and let him keep his hands on my leg. Then he started to stroke his fingers gently across my thigh. I started to look around, feeling my body getting hot, my ears burning, and my breathing speed up.

Okay, this is getting creepy now. He’s probably twice my age! Why is he touching me like this! I’m literally his daughter’s age! I should say something. Or I should leave. Yes, let me get up. But I didn’t get up. It was like some invisible force was restraining me to this seat and I had zero control.

Maybe this is just who he is. He’s a lot older. Surely this isn’t what I think it is, right? Then Robert broke the silence and said, “So ... do you always wear so little when you go out?” “I’m ... I’m sorry? Pardon me, Robert. I think I misheard you.” I said.

“No you didn’t”, he replied. “I said, do you always wear so little when you go out?”

My body started to get hotter and my ears red from the nervousness. “I ... umm ... I don’t know what you’re asking. I don’t know how to ... how to ... answer that...” I stammered. “This is just how I dress. I’ve always dressed this way.”

“I see.” he said, his eyes not moving from mine. I kept looking away and found it difficult to maintain eye contact. “Well, I like it. You’re absolutely beautiful.”