Part 5: I got fucked

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?