**Mistress told me how her ex-husband got her into playing with others. Part 6 #

I learned a lot during the ride home from the team gangbang. At the time, Dalia did not know that the organizer was my husband. She freely talked about all the fucking and sucking as she rubbed my husband’s cock through his pants. She even talked about her payment. She is a whore I thought as she undid my husband’s pants and started pumping his cock. She was paid to be fucked. I did it to please my husband but now I knew his true nature.

I decided to do what pleases me from now on. Although, I do admit to a confusion of emotions and desires.

We dropped her off at a fancy building. She must do well as a whore I thought. She got out and said she would see him Wednesday night as usual for dinner and fun. That, that was his night out with the boys. Now I know better. My husband started to explain but I told him to be quiet. I was not upset that he set up a gangbang without telling me. Although I should be. I was upset that he had been paying hookers. Here I was, ready to prove to him that I can be fun for him and he goes to hookers. I felt stupid and used. There must be payback.

When we got home I made him sleep on the sofa. I had a long bath. I was sore all over. I smiled to myself while I touched my sore nipples as I thought. – Being a fucktoy is hard work. Then I got mad again. I wondered how much money he charged to use me. I went to bed and dreamt about Dalia and I being fucked. I got up the next morning feeling a bit stiff. My husband was asleep with a half empty bottle of whiskey beside him.

The beginning of a plan entered my mind. He wants a slut wife, then I will be a slut. I will only fuck him when I am horny and it’s convenient. I will play with his friends and relatives. I called a friend and went out for brunch with her. Hasnaat confided in me about many affairs. Both she and her husband played around and they seemed happy.

I would pick her brain. Maybe I would go out with her and her friends. She always invites me but as a good wife, I would decline to be home for my husband and kids. I knew. she and her friends went out to drink, gossip and perhaps pick up men. The meal was good. We caught on news. I surprised her by drinking champagne with her. She was even more surprised when I accepted to go out with her friends.

She insisted that Thursday I should go to her place. She said she had clothes to lend me as mine were too matronly. She said I needed to look less like a banker. I agreed and laughed thinking if she only half of how I have changed. She did not know how I dressed when going out with my husband and his friends. Nor that I was an outright slut. I left her in a much better mood.

When I got home, as expected, my husband, Ahmed and Islam were there drinking. Of course, porn was on the TV. I offered to get them more drinks before going to change. I was the perfect hostess, I even put out snacks.

I went into the bedroom to change my clothes. I would become the slutty, fun girl my husband wanted, only not for him. He would start paying for his Wednesday night rendez–vous with Dalia. Funny, I did not bear her any ill will.

I changed into a school girl outfit that I had bought to wear for my husband. I put my hair into two side poney-tails.

It had a short, fake button-up white shirt that exposed my tits if I raised them to serve drinks. It was actually closed with velcro. The outfit was designed to be ripped off. I pulled up a sheer white thong. I slid on the blue plaid short skirt that showed the bottom of my ass cheeks when I walked. It had slits on each side and used Velcro to keep it fastened together at the waist.

Everything was exposed if I sat with my legs apart. I fully intended to do that. I also intended to finger myself in front of his friends. I wanted them to watch me instead of the TV. I went to the kitchen to get them more drinks. When I walked in the TV room, they all watched me. I move slowly to not reveal too much.

My husband wants a slut wife, then I will be the perfect slut for his friends but I won’t touch him. I sat opposite his friends. He looked at me sheepishly. He knew I was not happy about his whore. I smiled and went to the kitchen again. I came back with a cucumber. I sucked it the way the girl on TV sucked a cock. Ahmed and Islam watched me.

I stood up. I asked my husband why he watched the TV and not me. I knelt before Ahmed. Should I suck his cock for you to watch me?, - I demanded. I undid Ahmed’s pants and pulled his cock out. – Or should I suck Islam?, and pulled his cock out.

Ahmed followed my lead. I leaned back and enjoyed his exploration of my body. I eagerly sucked Islam’s cock then Ahmed's. My husband watched silently.

I pulled Islam to me. He held my head by my pony tails and face-fucked me. I gobbled his cock effortlessly. He came quickly. My husband was watching TV.
I said- You stay here and watch the TV. i led Ahmed to the bedroom.

Islam followed, pumping his cock. I knelt on the bed and took his cock into my mouth. I was on all fours. Ahmed entered me from behind. He fucked me as I sucked Islam. We spent the night fucking and sucking. My idiot husband watched TV. I was to learn later, they paid him a bottle of whiskey to be able to fuck me. Ahmed and Islam left around 3 AM. I was filled with their cum and fell asleep.

In the morning, my husband wanted to fuck. I put him off, saying I was too tired from his friends fucking me. He jerked off over my ass. I enjoyed my revenge. I napped shortly after.
Thursday arrived and I went out with Hasnaat and her friends.

Part 7 if you wish