I was hoping Jen wouldn't look over and notice my blush, but there was still plenty of daylight left and I didn't get so lucky."What?" she said. "What...s making you blush like that?" Well..." I said. "When I drove from Atlanta to San Francisco, I sort of had a detour to make. I needed to visit an old ... friend in Dallas, so I took the southern route, on I-20." An old 'friend, ' huh?" Jen asked, giggling. "I'm guessing this was a female friend?" Oh yes," I agreed. We were quiet for a few. Brett gently pinched my nipplesand my pleasure hit new levels. The foreplay was exhilarating, and thenBrett slid his throbbing penis into me, thrust himself deeper into me,and finally exploded deep within me. He rested upon me, his penis deepinside me, before finally rolling over and holding me in a tightembrace. It was my first time being fucked, and I had never felt sowonderful.Over the course of the next year, we played the game 50 times, with avariety of partners. Only one person chose. We reached there for lunch. As soon as we entered the home, it is then. I was reminded of why I love seeing my MIL. She was dressed sexily in a transparent black saree, with a deep-cut blouse both on front and back.For the first time, I caught a glimpse of my MIL’s cleavage. That made my day. It appeared like her boobs were begging me to pounce on them, tearing away the blouse. I controlled myself. As she turned after receiving us, I was bowled over.Her blouse was just a narrow strap barely. . and to the boys I shall remain.”These words changed my life as I typed them into the group chat that my husband’s friends created. My husband was not invited to the group chat. Just me, his slutty wife, who just the night before fucked one of his best friends behind his back.But let’s back up for a second. My name is Nina. I’m 27 years old, 5 foot 1 inch tall, about 115 pounds with dark brown hair, light skin and brown eyes. I was born and raised in Canada but my background is Lebanese. I.