Part 4: I got fucked

I belong to the boys, and to the boys I shall remain.

By now you’re familiar with the meaning behind these words. My name is Nina. I’m 27 years old, born and raised in Canada and married to my husband for one year. My family’s background is Lebanese and I had a very conservative and modest upbringing. My husband was the only man I had ever been with, that is, before I met his friends, or what they are more commonly referred to as, “The boys”, a group of 6 guys, my husband included, who made a pact several years ago to live out their wild single lifestyle until the end of their days. The first one to break the pact by getting married would have to pay the price and let the boys fuck his blushing bride. This pact put me into a situation where I found myself getting fucked by two of his friends. What was supposed to be a one time event from my husband’s perspective quickly took on a life of its own, as I developed a special relationship with the boys, made up of raw, animalistic instincts and desires. This ‘one-time’ event turned into an uncontrollable addiction for me, as I found myself sneaking behind my husband’s back to turn into his friends’ slut.

It’s fairly easy to cast judgement upon me and question my morals. Why don’t I just leave my husband if I don’t love him anymore? And that’s where you would be wrong. I do love my husband. He was my first and only boyfriend and the first man I had ever had sex with. But he was the one who exposed me to this situation. I was a good girl; studied hard and always good to my family. He changed me once he allowed his friends to fuck me. I was never a partyer in my university days, nor had I had any wild hookups or one night stands. I was always sheltered from this being the only girl in the family with strict parents and overprotective brothers. The opportunity to explore my wild side just happened to present itself to me after I got married, and ironically, it was my own husband who was responsible for this. Perhaps if I had these experiences in my early twenties, then I wouldn’t be doing this as a married woman. So the question is, do I feel bad about not telling my husband? No, I do not. I think I’m still a good wife to him in all other aspects that come with a marriage and my love and emotional connection with him remains strong and stable. But I still have my own needs and desires that need to be met and unfortunately, my husband has not been able to satisfy them ever since I got involved with his friends.

I got fucked by four of my husband’s friends simultaneously the last time we met, where I found all of my holes being plugged and penetrated to my heart’s content. The boys and I had so much fun that we decided to plan an impromptu vacation with the five of us together. I immediately agreed to this, my heart jumping with excitement. The next morning, we started to debate in our Whatsapp group chat about where we should go. We wanted to go someplace cheap, warm and fun. After much deliberation, we booked an all inclusive adults-only resort in Cancún for 5 nights. I had never been to Mexico before, but I had heard that the party scene there was fantastic! I was excited and started to formulate excuses in my mind to tell my husband. I would need to tell him that I was going away with the girls and his friends would need to ensure that they lay low so as not to give any indication that they were also vacationing in Mexico.

Later that afternoon, I spoke to my husband. “Hey babe. You wanna order in tonight?”

“Sure, whatever you like,” he responded. “How was last night?”

“SO MUCH FUN,” I said. “It’s been so long since me and the girls hung out.” I had ***********ed the lie in my head and rehearsed it over and over. “Actually, you remember my friend Anita? She messaged us last night because she found out that we all went out and didn’t invite her. And now she’s upset.”

“Anita…that’s one of your friends from uni right? Why wouldn’t you invite her?” he asked, half interested.

“Honestly babe, it was just an oversight,” I said. “It was all so last minute and we didn’t think of her. Anyways, to make it up to her, we’re actually thinking of taking a girls trip down to Mexico next weekend.”

“Oh wow, all of a sudden?” he asked as his full attention shifted to me.

“Yeah…” I said. “You know, we all get so busy in our lives as we start to get older and end up drifting apart from our friends. I think this would be good for us all! Plus, we were able to get a pretty good deal.” I waited for his response.

“Yeah, that’s cool. I’m glad you girls are trying to reconnect. Hope you have fun!”

Oh, I will, babe. Probably more fun than you’d like me to.

I anxiously texted the boys back to let them know to go ahead and book the resort. The boys split the cost of my ticket amongst themselves and didn’t let me pay. YAY, free vacation! The days went by slowly and I spent my waking hours daydreaming of the night they all fucked me together as a team. I wore Rodney’s shirt around the house as a dress that he had given to me from that night and even wore it in front of my husband. He didn’t seem to notice that it wasn’t his shirt, despite it being larger than the sizes he usually wore. The shirt and the sneaking around made me wet and horny and miss the boys even more. While I was packing my suitcase the night before our flight, Rodney sent a message in the group chat. “Hey Nina, have you packed your panties yet?”

“Not yet”, I replied.

“Good. Don’t pack ’em. You’re not going to be needing them.” The other boys sent messages agreeing with Rodney.

I smiled and bit my lower lip as I replied, “Sure thing.