Fucked by My Hubby's Friends Ch. 06

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