Part 6: I got fucked by my husband's friends

"She’s good, man. Aren’t you, Nina?""Yes, babe, I’m fine, thanks. You go catch up with your friends, I’ll bring dinner out soon." My husband left as I looked back at Rodney. God, he’s so fucking assertive. It turned me on so much. We continued to such each other’s lips a while longer before I realized I had to take the food out of the oven. The boys all sat down at the dining table as I served dinner. There were only six seats at our table and I had nowhere to sit. I went to grab a stool from the kitchen but Rodney looked at me and patted his lap. I walked over to him and sat on his leg instead, with my husband sitting right across from us. The night was going great and there was no sense of awkwardness in the air. It felt like the good old days. When dinner was over, we went to the living room. The boys were having their hard liquor while I drank my glass of wine. I sat in Rodney’s lap the entire time, my legs swung over his lap, partially apart, giving the boys a tiny peek at my pussy from under my skirt. He kept his hands on my legs, occasionally sliding them under my skirt, while stroking my naked back and stomach. I could feel my husband watching us. I couldn’t tell if he was enjoying this or jealous. Maybe both?I reached for the bottle of wine when I was done my first glass, but Rodney had other plans. He picked up a bottle of vodka and asked me to get on my knees. We had done this a few times together, just never with my husband around. My skirt rode up to expose the bottom half of my butt cheeks as I went on my knees in front of Rodney. I didn’t bother pulling it down so that I could give the boys a nice view. Rodney poured the vodka into my mouth and I drank every drop he gave to me, reminding me of the night in the club in Mexico where he poured his cum into my open mouth. Rodney loved serving me alcohol straight from the bottle and always insisted that I be on my knees when I do it. This had become a bit of a tradition for us, a tradition that I was happy to adhere to. I felt the vodka make its way down my throat, its warmth spreading through my body like wildfire. My buzz started to kick in as I found myself starting to get horny. I turned around and faced my ass towards Rodney and sat on his bulge. I started to grind on him as the others looked on. I looked directly at my husband, my eyes wide from the pleasure, biting my lip. He looked back with a slight smile on his face. He seemed to be liking this.Rodney made me stand and bent me over his lap. My ass was pointing upwards and facing the boys. He lifted my skirt and slapped my ass cheek hard. *SMACK* I let out a painful cry. Rodney looked directly at my husband as he said, "You got a good woman here, man. A real good one." *SMACK* He slapped my ass again. I let out another painful cry. "You know, I’m glad you decided to share her with us. If you made too much of a fuss, we’d just have to take her from you." *SMACKSMACKSMACK* Three consecutive claps on my ass cheeks that sounded like gunshots and felt like hot lava. My creamy white ass cheeks turned pink with Rodney’s hand prints. "Remember, she belongs to the boys now. Her words, not mine. Tell him, Nina.""I belong to the boys, babe," I said, as my moist pussy started to drip. We got up, and I led everyone upstairs. My husband followed behind. My skirt was still up from when Rodney lifted it, my ass cheeks sore and pink from the spanking. I didn’t bother to fix it. We went into the spare bedroom where we wouldn’t feel as bad about the mess that was about to be made. I undressed, taking everything off except for my heels. The boys liked fucking me in my heels. I got on my knees as all six of them gathered around me in a circle. It was organized, almost ritualistic in nature. They all unzipped and took their pants off. I was surrounded by six cocks. Rodney’s was easily the biggest and thickest of the bunch, followed by Nick and Jamal, while Ken and Alex were roughly the same. My husband wasn’t too shabby either with his length; he just wasn’t as thick as the others and lacked their stamina. I spat on my hands, grabbed Alex and Jamal and put Rodney in my mouth, bobbing my head back and forth while stroking the others. I had become a pro at this now as I looked up at the guys one by one, my eyes wide with wonderment and amazement. The other three, Nick, Ken and my husband were stroking their cocks, watching me go to work. I could tell my husband was loving seeing me like this. He scrunched his face up while stroking his cock. I had seen that face before whenever we would have sex and it meant he liked what he saw.I switched cocks, taking two new ones in my hands and mouth, keeping my consistent stroking and sucking motion, something that I got good at with all the hard work and practice. I kept rotating between cocks until I reached my husband. I started sucking him hard, giving him extra love to make him feel included. I sucked him like a maniac, tightened my lips around his cock, and playfully grazing my teeth over his dick while looking up at him. Perhaps I did too good of a job. Seconds later, my husband ejaculated. I was shocked and wasn’t prepared. None of it got on me, save for a few drops, and most of it came out on his own hand, while some fell to the floor. My husband bowed out early and went to go sit in the arm chair in the corner of the room as we continued. Jamal grabbed me by the face and shoved his cock down my throat. I gagged as he started to fuck my face, my husband watching in amazement the punishment I was not only taking, but also enduring.The boys picked me up and threw me on to the bed. I got fucked first by Nick from behind. He must have still been angry at his ex, as he was absolutely destroying my cunt, fucking it and reaching his hand down to violently squeeze and rub my clit. I started to scream Nick’s name until Ken shut me up by putting his cock down my throat. I gagged, the tears flowing down my face as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I was cumming. My orgasms felt like bolts of electricity surging through my body, as I closed my eyes to let the moment consume me. Nick and Ken switched places, and were eventually replaced by Jamal, Alex and Rodney. Alex went under me and started to fuck me, his hands holding me by the hip bone. Jamal opted to fuck my ass, sliding in his lubricated cock hard and fast as my screams were muffled by Rodney’s cock in my mouth. I continued to get fucked in all three holes without mercy, getting used and abused by the boys.The rough usage of my body went on for some time longer. I locked eyes with my husband, my face scrunched up from the pleasure, my jaw sore from the sucking, my pussy bruised and my asshole torn from the fucking. He was hard again, as he stroked his cock, watching the love of his life getting gang fucked by his friends. He was loving it and was turned on to no end from watching his precious, innocent flower get torn through in all 3 holes. The boys were almost done. Ken and Jamal both came on my tits while Alex and Nick sprayed my stomach. Rodney grabbed me by my hair and put his cock back in my mouth, fucking it again. My jaw was in pain from all the face fucking but I took it like the good little slut I was. "WATCH THIS!" Rodney said to my husband as he unleashed his ocean of cum. I took it all in my mouth, gathering it first, using small opportunities to swallow a bit at a time to make room for more. I gagged a couple of times trying to keep it down, but ultimately held my ground and swallowed every last bit."Babe..." I said to my husband in my exhausted voice. He got up off of the arm chair. "Please bring me a towel." My husband fetched me a towel as I wiped my stomach and breasts clean where the other four had finished on me. The boys all got cleaned up and went downstairs to the living room. I put a thong on and went downstairs to join them topless. They were all there, talking about something I didn’t care about. Rodney and my husband were on the same couch. I squeezed in between them and rested my head on my husband’s lap and my feet on Rodney’s. My husband stroked my hair, patting me like a good girl for a job well done, while Rodney caressed my legs.One by one the boys started to leave until it was only me, my husband and Rodney remaining. I sat up as they continued to talk amongst each other. Rodney started playing with my nipples, tugging on them and twisting them gently. I felt myself getting wet again as my hands crept towards the renewed bulge in his pants. I leaned in towards him, kissing him and biting his ear. He took the hint. Rodney grabbed me by the hand and started to take me upstairs. I grabbed on to my husband and beckoned him to come with us. Rodney headed straight for the master bedroom this time. Our bedroom, the one that belonged to my husband and I, where our marital bed was kept. Rodney picked me up and put me on my back, half my ass dangling off of the edge of the bed. He towered over me, took his pants off and aggressively pulled my thong off of me. My husband joined us in the bed but Rodney had no intention of sharing me right now. He wanted me all to himself.He thrusted his cock deep inside my juicy pussy me as I let out a cry and grasped the bedsheets with one hand and my husband’s arm with the other, digging my nails inside him, enough to scratch him. I moaned in pleasure as my lover fucked me in my husband’s presence, penetrating me like I was his whore, like I was bought and paid for, like I was his property to do what he pleased with. I dug my nails deeper into my husband’s arm, holding him tighter for support. My body started to sweat as I started to cum with Rodney’s massive cock gutting and drilling my cunt, demolishing me with every thrust."YES, DADDY...FUCK ME, DADDY. FUCK ME DEEP AND HARD...MAKE ME YOUR CUMSLUT...MAKE ME YOUR WHORE, YOUR BITCH, DADDY. FUCK YOUR SLUT IN HER SLUTTY PUSSY, DADDY! I’M DADDY’S GOOD GIRL, RIGHT? I’M DADDY’S GOOD GIRL???" It was almost like I was asking for his reassurance or his approval. Rodney was putting me in THAT mood, the mood he gets me in where I would do anything for him, take any risk for him, suffer any consequence for him.He was about to cum. I could tell because he would clench his teeth when it was time. He asked me where I wanted it. My mind wandered back to the conversation I had with my husband about an unwanted pregnancy. I had to convince Rodney to use protection or go on the pill myself. It was too risky otherwise. There would always be a chance that he would knock me up and plant his seed deep into my womb. I had to be smart. Not take any chances. Have fun, but stay disciplined as well.But unfortunately, my logic goes out the window whenever I’m with him. I don’t think a second beyond the moment I’m entangled in, when our bodies are connected, sweaty, dirty and filthy. I tightened my legs around him and pulled him closer into me, his big black cock going deeper into my pussy hole. "You know exactly where to cum," I said as our eyes were locked together, without a care in the world. Rodney let out a monstrous roar and unleashed his hurricane-like cum deep inside me, his black body contrasting perfectly with my creamy vanilla skin, as I felt and resonated with each drop of his white hot magma. Rodney collapsed on top of me, exhausted, his cock still inside my cum filled pussy. I held Rodney tighter, hugging him hard, my pussy drenched with the fruits of our collective orgasms, our bodies sweaty from our intense and passionate lovemaking. The moment was perfect. So perfect that I forgot my husband was still in the room with us. He looked at me, seeing me in my trance like state, as I was possessed by Rodney’s cock. My husband smiled, gave me a kiss on my forehead and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him as he left me alone in the arms of another man in our marital bed.My husband had seen his first glimpse of the monster he was responsible for. He got off to it and loved it, but realized that it came with consequences and risks. He understood that he had been bested and replaced by his friend in his own marital bed. He understood that I needed this, that I could no longer go back to having regular sex with only him. And he understood the very real possibility that he might be put into a situation where he would not be the father of his wife’s baby; that his wife would have someone else’s child. And most importantly, he realized how much he loved me and that if he wanted to stay married to me, he would need to not only acknowledge these risks, but also accept them.As for me, I feel like I’ve entered the goldilocks zone. I no longer have the guilt of sneaking behind my husband’s back and get to experience all the joys and pleasures in the world. It was perfect, the best of both worlds and I couldn’t ask for anything more. I continue to be lucky enough to be married to my wonderful, adoring husband, while having the privilege of being Rodney and the boys’ slut. My journey has been a strange one thus far, adventurous and scary, terrifying and exciting. I don’t know what the future holds for us. I don’t know if my luck had run out and that this encounter with Rodney is the one that would make me pregnant. I don’t know what I would do if I was indeed carrying his child in my belly, whether I would keep it not. I don’t know if the boys would bring in more of their friends to share me with. And I certainly don’t know what other crazy adventures I would have with them. But I did know one thing for sure: I couldn’t wait to find out. I loved every second of it. And I didn’t want it to stop. Not now, not ever.I belong to the boys...and to the boys I shall remain.- Nina

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Part 6: I got fucked by my husband's friends