Hi guys, Nina here back with another tale. This story happened over the past few days and I was initially hesitating to publish about it in care of being judged and shamed to a greater extent than I already am. But oh well, if you do n't like it, you do n't need to read it ! : )

By now, you have a honorable idea of who I am. I 'm 27 years old, born and raised in the great white Second Earl of Guilford, with a Lebanese screen background and inheritance. My husband and I have been married for about a class. Over the course of our marriage, I got extremely close with his ally, five guys who all took turns pounding me behind my hubby 's backbone, sometimes simultaneously. My husband, who was initially incognizant of the situation, finally came around when I confessed everything to him. I thought that this would lead to things settling down somewhat in our aliveness as everything was now out in the undecided. But I was wrong.

Let me back up for a second. This all started a few days ago when my husband and I were out shopping for groceries. We had run into an old supporter of his, a man named Josh who I had never met before. Josh is a grandiloquent, dark-haired white man, muscular and attractive.

'' Hey, how are ya man ? Long fourth dimension, no see, '' he said to my husband.

My husband looked mystify and replied with a Harlan Stone insensate face, `` Hey, Josh. Ya, long clock time indeed. This is my married woman, Nina. ``

'' Nice to meet you, '' I smiled.

'' Nina, I 've heard so a good deal about you from Rod. He ca n't close up about you ! '' Josh said.

'' Oh really ... I hope they 're nice things, '' I said with a smile.

'' OF COURSE ! A bit too gracious, if I may say so myself, '' he said with a grin.

Did he know ? Did Rodney assure him about our extra musical arrangement ? About how I slept with him and four of my husband 's other supporter ? No ... he would n't ingest. He would n't do that to me.

As if he was able to sense my irritation, my husband said, `` Josh, it was great to see you but we got ta run. See you 'round. ``

'' Yeah, for sure man, '' Josh said to my husband with his optic fixed on me. `` I 'll link up with Rodney and we should all hang out again. ``

We said goodbye as we started to go towards the cash register. `` Who was that ? '' I asked.

'' Just this guy we knew from university. Never really liked him, he 's just an ass, '' my married man answered.

'' Yeah, he seemed a bit creepy ... what do you mean he stand for by what he said ... do you think he knows about ... well, you know, '' I said.

'' I do n't have it off. You 'll need to ask Rod about that, '' he said.

I called Rodney later that night. `` Hey Rodney, I met your Quaker Josh today. I had a question. Did you evidence him about ... us ... about me ? ``

'' Yeah, I might have mentioned it, '' he replied.

'' Why would you do that ? I do n't want hoi polloi knowing about this ! What the fuck, Rodney ! This is so abash for me ! '' I said with a raised voice.

'' You got nix to be embarrassed about, girl. If anything, you should be proud ! Josh was A-one impressed when I told him. In fact, he called me a while back to evidence me he met you. He wants to hang out and wants you there too, '' Rodney said.

'' wellspring, I 'll hang up out but I do n't really care to see him. My husband is n't too affectionate of him either. ``

'' Well, of course he 's not, '' Rodney said. `` Those two have never gotten along. Anyways, you got goose egg to care about. Just chill and I 'll set something up with all of us. ``

Rodney messaged the next morning asking for my husband and I to get over. Jamal and Alex were capable to give it and so was Josh, but Ken and nick were unavailable. My married man agreed and I started to get ready. I wore a cute black and flannel polka mini dress that was tight around my chest and abdomen and loose at the bottom, and paired it with a contraband G-string. We got to Rodney 's place where I greeted all the bozo with a hug. Josh had his blazon out for a hug too and I reluctantly gave him one. I really did n't like this guy. Something about him just put me off. He just seemed like a total dick.

The six of us started drinking and talking as the night went on. second after, I got a text from Rodney to conform to him in the bedroom. I agreed, but told him I was bringing my hubby. We all got up at different times and made our way to the bedchamber, leaving Alex, Jamal and Josh by themselves. My husband and I had been having a lot more than sex lately and it was swell. He was working really hard and doing his unspoilt to pleasure me as much as he could. I enjoyed these inner minute with him and wanted to wee-wee an exploit to include him whenever I had my fun with the boys.

I quickly undressed by taking my dress and thong off and got on my knees. I looked at Rodney 's and my married man 's tool, side of meat by side, their confidential information glistening with precum, both of them rock hard for me. I grabbed both their cocks and put them in my sass one at a time, alternating my paw and backtalk between them as I sucked and stroked them, warming them up for my pussy. My husband played with my hair, curling my locks around his finger's breadth while Rodney was grazing my cheek and cervix. When I felt they were both warmed up, I laid down on the bed, kissing my husband 's cock as I got up. He smiled at me as he put his cock in my pussy. Rodney hung his balls over my cheek as I took them in my mouth, stroking his cock while I did it.

My husband continued to fuck me from the edge of the bed. His proficiency had improved significantly and he was able-bodied to lastly often longer now. I did n't know what he was doing differently, but whatever it was, it worked and I loved it ! He and Rodney switched positions as I continued to sway in ecstasy.

Then, I noticed something from the corner of my eye. A figure, standing by the door. I turned my head. It was Josh and he had his phone out, pointed directly at me. He was recording us. I pushed Rodney away and immediately moved under the covers. Rodney and my husband got startled until they turned and saw Josh there. My husband lunged towards him trying to snap up his phone. Josh quickly retreated his mitt and put the phone in his pocket.

'' WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING ! '' my husband screamed. He was tempestuous, ready to attack.

'' Just wan na get in on the fun, boys ! '' Josh snickered.

Rodney held my husband back as he said, `` Let 's all relax here. Josh, go downstairs. We 'll be right down. ``

My husband and Rodney got dressed while I stayed under the sheets, furious and upset. This guy is a fucking dickhead ! How dare he ! I 'm going to rip him a new have sex asshole !

My married man tossed me my dress and thong as I got dressed and met them downstairs. I sat between Rodney and my husband with my arms and wooden leg crossed.

'' What the fuck did you guess you were doing, '' my married man asked furiously ?

'' feeling man, '' started Josh. `` I had heard about the ... fun that you all have together. And I was rummy. I wanted to see what all the bickering was about. Really, I 'm no-good if I upset you. I was just trying to be included. ``

'' Well, you 're not, '' my husband snapped back. `` You 're not part of this. You 're not part of our group. I do n't like you. My wife does n't like you. And it 's up to me and her who she is involved with. You do n't get to just force your way in ! ``

'' Gotcha, '' Josh said with his immorality, fucked up grin. `` Look, I 'll even delete the picture. '' He held his telephone set up like he was demonstrating something, as I saw him delete the video off of his phone. `` There ... are we square ? ``

I could n't last out there any longer. I got up without uttering a Good Book and walked towards the door. My married man followed behind as we went home, both of us furious and angry at Josh 's bowel. When we got home, my married man and I decided to complete our unfinished business sector. We went to the bedroom and he fucked me hard, spraying his cum all over my knocker. We went to slumber peacefully that night.

The next dawn I got a textual matter from an unknown number. It read, `` Hey Nina, it 's Josh. I wanted to excuse again for my behaviour lastly night. I was hoping I could make it up to you and your husband. You mind if I come over tonight ... just for a bit ? ``

I showed my hubby the text as I asked, `` What should I say ? ``

'' Let him come, '' he said. `` He sounds genuine. ``

'' Really ? That sounds strange coming from you. I thought you hated him, '' I said.

'' Nah, hate is a unassailable Logos. That was all a long time ago. He 's really not that bad. Have him come over. We 'll do dinner. ``

'' If you say so, '' I said as I texted Josh back asking him to come in over for dinner. I cooked an easy alimentary paste dinner party and set the wine and drinking on the mesa as I went to get ready. I put on a sleeveless mini summer dress and a whiteness thong. Josh arrived at 8 with a bottleful of wine. I greeted him with a hug as I let him in. Josh and my husband shook hands as we all sat on the couch. The Nox went on and we all talked and had dinner. Josh was n't a abominable guy. He was tardily to spill to and I was warming up to him. My husband seemed a lot more comfortable as well.

After dinner, we all went down to the basement. My husband brought out our hubbly-bubbly organ pipe which we lit up. I did n't like hookah too much, despite my Middle Eastern background knowledge, but I was in the mood for it today. We passed the pipe around, smoking and taking in the fruity orchard apple tree flavour of the hookah.

A few present moment later, my husband got up and excused himself. When he came back he said to me, `` Honey, I got ta run. My dad called, he 's not find well, I 'm gon na go check up on him. ``

'' Oh no. Is he okay ? What happened ? I 'll come with you, '' I said.

'' No no, it 's all honorable. I 'll care it. I 'll let you lie with how he 's doing when I get there. Keep Josh company, I 'll hopefully be back in a match hours. ``

I hesitated but agreed. Josh was a nice guy, but I barely knew him. Being alone with him was an awkward situation. My husband left and apologized to Josh for bailing. It was just me and him left. Josh and I continued to spend a penny minor talk while passing the hookah pipe back and Forth. It was getting cumbersome to stay fresh passing it back, so I moved and sat beside him on the Saame lounge. We continued our conversation as I replaced the ember on the shisha pipe.

I had a duad more drinks and felt my buzz getting stronger. Then something happened. Josh put his hand on my leg. I was taken aback, but against my better sound judgment, I let him continue. His paw was on my genu and so I did n't think much of it as I continued the conversation. I knocked back another deglutition, enjoying the hookah smoking surrounding us. Josh moved his hand up my leg, this prison term resting on my second joint as he began to lightly stroke my leg with his fingers. It felt nice. No scathe in this, right ? I was a lot more prosperous around him and did n't bear in mind what he was doing.

Then he moved his hired hand gamey to the hem of my dress, moving it up slightly. I looked at him as I bit my lip and felt goosebumps emerge on my leg. It was happening. I was getting into that humour of mine. That modality where I lose all self control, all mother wit of right or untimely, where my judgement gets cloudier than a rainy day. My wide eyes looked at Josh, as he ogled at my soundbox, my naked arms and legs, as if he was able to feel my sudden desire. He moved his face closer, his lips an inch away from mine. We stayed that way for a few seconds, our backtalk slightly apart. Then I made up for the gap as I put my lips on his. He kissed me back, softly at first, then firming up. He grabbed the vertebral column of my caput, his helping hand still on my leg as he pulled me unaired to his human face. I felt myself lose control as I lifted myself up from the sofa and sat on top of him, lightly grinding my weaken kitty-cat on the excrescence in his pants as we continued to snog passionately and intensely.

I started to unbutton his shirt as he loosened the straps on my garb and pulled it down, exposing my defenseless white meat. I started kissing his chiseled chest, biting it playfully as I ran my fingers and lips all of his trunk. He navigated his fingers to my chest, tugging and pulling them as I whimpered in hurting. The waterworks had started as my pussy started to leak on to his pant, leaving a dark wet billet of my slit juice. He sensed my readiness as he got me up and helped me film my dress off. I stood there bare and bare in front man of this guy who my hubby and I both hated 24 hours ago.

'' Bend over, '' he commanded. I did as he said. He moved his face towards my ass cheeks and started to kiss them softly all over as he ran his digit up and down the middle, from my whoreson to my pussycat and back. Then he used his hands to circularize my ass cheeks blanket as he pushed his brass in between my cheeks, licking my crack up and down. I was shocked and taken aback but was enjoying it too much. His midst, wet knife lathered every inch of the space between my butt cheeks, moistening it as it glistened with his spittle. Then, he spread me wider as I felt his tongue go inside my asshole.

'' OHHHH YEAHHHHH, '' I screamed as I took in this brand new delight. He continued to tongue shtup my son of a bitch, sliding his tongue as thick as potential in my tiny little hole. His fingers navigated to my snatch as he slid 2 finger inside, going in and out hard and faster. I continued to groan and scream in delight as Josh continued to play with my body. I got up and decided to return the favour, unzipping his knickers to accept his putz in my back talk. He was monolithic, as big as Rodney. His cock was scary and intimidating and looked hungry for my mingy slit. I took Josh 's massive cock and put it in my mouthpiece, licking it up and down and taking it down my throat, gagging as I did it.

I felt amazing and excited as this was the first new cock I had since the boys. But it got even better. Even kinkier. Josh bent me over the sofa arm rest and pulled my blazon back. He picked up his shirt and used the sleeves to tie my hands together. Then we walked over to where my G-string was and brought it near my back talk. I willingly opened my mouth as he put the wet thong inside, gagging me. Josh walked behind me and undressed, standing completely naked behind me as I was tied up and gagged. He then picked up his belt off of the ground. I moaned in anticipation. He slid the thick leather belt all over my body, my back, my ramification, my ass and my pussy.

Then he did it ... *SMACK* I let out a pleasurable moan as he whipped the belt on the back of my leg. *SMACK* He whipped me high, just below my ass buttock. I screamed as the pleasure outpaced the pain. *SMACK* He whipped my right ass nerve. *SMACK* My unexpended ass cheek. I felt teardrop well up in my eyes but I did n't need it to check. He was whipping me hard enough, but not so hard that it was n't enjoyable. I looked back at him, my optic wide.

'' Oh, you want to a greater extent ? '' he asked.

'' Mmm hmm, '' I mumbled as I nodded, gagged and tied up. He kept whipping dissimilar areas of my consistency, my back, my blazon and my legs. But nearly of his efforts were focused on my ass, as it became blood-red red from the punishment. When I had enough, he took the belt and tied it around my neck, as he took my lash out of my mouth and untied my hands.

'' You 're my gripe now, you understand, '' he said menacingly. I nodded in agreement. `` Bark for me. ``

'' Woof, '' I said quietly.

'' Louder ! '' he said.

'' filling WOOF, '' I barked back in my soft representative. `` weft ... woof ... mmmhmm ... wooof ... weft pa ... woof pick. ``

He started pulling on the rap and walking. I crawled behind him on all quartet as he walked from one end of the basement to the other, pulling on my leash. He was walking me like I was his kick. My pussy was hot and wet from the excitement, the mortification, the intimidation. That 's what he was doing. He was bullying me. He probably bullied my hubby back in school which is why my married man hated him so much. But I had the opposite reaction. I was enjoying every sec of his bullying.

After a few moments of walking me around, he took me back to the sofa where he bent me over. He kept my leash tight around my neck and stood behind me. Then he did it. He pushed his cock deep into my kitty without warning.I screamed hard, `` OH YES, dada ! ``

'' No discussion. You 're a bitch, commend ? ``

'' woof WOOF weft, '' I barked back playfully. He pulled on the belt, choking me slightly as he continued to hammering my pussy firmly and without mercifulness, as if he was punishing me for his hatred towards my married man, bullying me like he bullied him. His monster cock was ripping and grinding through my vagina, expanding it with each stroking, as I took every inch of him in my itty teeny pussy jam. `` Woof woof. '' I kept on barking for him, to pull in my owner happy, to hit him proud. And I could separate he was proud. He kept on fucking me difficult and harder, deeper and cryptical. My soundbox was sweating, my kitty-cat was leaking and my asshole still damp from when he licked inside. I came twice as I kept getting bullied by Josh.

Then he took his stopcock out and turned me around. My rear was resting on the arm rest period, my pinko mamilla perked up for him as he tugged on his shaft. His cum shot out of him, as if in dense gesture, straight towards my expression, coating my sassing, nose, ears and impertinence. I closed my eyes to keep the cum out as I wiped it away with my arm. Josh undid the knock off of my cervix and walked over to my frock. He kept his eye fixated on me as I looked back at him, naked, trembling and covered in his sweet Caucasian cum. We did n't say a word to each other. He picked up the attire, wiped his cock with it, and threw it back on the ground. He quickly got dressed, turned and started to walk away.

'' Where are you going, '' I called. He did n't serve. He went back upstairs and I heard the front door open and end. He left. leave me here alone, naked, covered in cum, humiliated, bullied, but thoroughly fulfil. This was the most unique intimate experience I had ever had.

My husband texted me and said that my founder in law was okay and just had a shaver scare. He was on his way home. I quickly cleaned up before he arrived. I was n't really sure how to secern him about what had happened. I decided to keep it to myself for now and talk to him tomorrow morning when he would be less exhausted from looking after his dad.

The next morning, I gave my father in law a claim to see up on him. I had a decent human relationship with my in laws. We did n't talk often, but we would always be pleasant and cordial with one another whenever we would meet.

'' Hi dad, how are you ? '' I asked him.

'' I 'm right, honey. I miss you, it 's been a while, '' he said.

'' Yeah, I 'm just calling to check up on you, see how you 're doing. I heard you were n't doin'so well conclusion night, '' I said with a short letter of concern in my voice.

He was surprised. `` Me ? What do you mean ? I 'm absolutely fine. ``

I explained to my male parent in law about final night, how my husband told me he was n't doing well and went to go see him.

'' dearest, I do n't know what you 're talking about. I 'm absolutely fine. I did n't see my son yesterday, '' he said. I went silent. My begetter in law sensed my discomfort as he said, `` love, you okay ? Is everything all right between you two. ``

I did n't require to worry him so I said, `` Oh yeah, for for certain. Sorry, I got confused, probably misheard him or something. '' I continued to puddle small talk with my father in law for a couple more minutes before hanging up. My husband came downstairs sometime later for breakfast. I stayed silent as I studied him, watching his every motility. My married man lied to me. He lied to me about his male parent being ill and going to see him. But why ? Why would he do this ? He never lies ... he is always true. What was he hiding ? I quietly ate my breakfast and sipped on my coffee berry as I continued to guess of all the possibilities.

- Nina