***Hi guys, Nina here back with another story. This story happened over the past few days and I was initially hesitant to write about it in fear of being judged and shamed more than I already am. But oh well, if you don’t like it, you don’t need to read it! :)***
By now, you have a good idea of who I am. I’m 27 years old, born and raised in the great white North, with a Lebanese background and heritage. My husband and I have been married for about a year. Over the course of our marriage, I got extremely close with his friends, five guys who all took turns pounding me behind my husband’s back, sometimes simultaneously. My husband, who was initially unaware 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 lives as everything was now out in the open. But I was wrong.
Let me back up for a moment. This all started a few days ago when my husband and I were out shopping for groceries. We had run into an old friend of his, a man named Josh who I had never met before. Josh is a tall, dark-haired white man, muscular and attractive.