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17 August 2013, fifth day of our visit to my family in Montreal. Almost forty years that I did not see my aunt; my cousin had 13 years when we last met, I was 27 then, 33 years ago. A lease! My wife does not know them, I barely and therefore it’s a first. Despite this we rapidly appreciate each other’s, especially Murielle, my wife, and John, my cousin. They quickly form a couple of merry people, to my great pleasure and that of the family. Despite his age, my cousin lodges with his daughter, Sophie, and with his mother. There is no judgement about this, that’s life which led him to this situation. Murielle and John find a common playground: cooking which leads them to spend most of their time inventing recipe on recipe.
This evening of 17 August, it is Murielle that has cooked. The evening is like all the others: laughter, jokes, animated discussions, a wonderful evening. In addition to the family, there is the girlfriend of Sophie who has joined us. Around 22:00, I decide to go to bed; I just need some quiet moments alone. I leave the door of our bedroom openopen; I love to hear domestic noises, voices around me that reassure me.
I got drowsy and from the depths of my sleep, I become aware that something is amiss. A feeling of panic overwhelms me. I wake up and listen to the voices reaching me from the living room. I only hear the voices of Sophie and her girlfriend. But this is not what bothers me. After a while, I eventually realize that I did not hear the voices of Murielle and John for long. I get up, claiming to want to drink a glass of water. I ask the girls if they have seen my cousin and Murielle. Sophie tells me they are in her father’s bedroom. I acknowledge and ask nothing more, but in my stomach and in my head, a violent thunderstorm is raised. I feel hurt; I feel abandoned, alone. I go back to bed and I weep gently. One can imagine anything and not necessarily the worst, but I know Murielle, and I know what they are doing in this room.
In the early morning, my wife joins me in the bed; I attempt to get close to her, feel the warmth of her body. I want to caress her, more to reassure me then to really make love but she rejects me telling me that she is tired. Despair.
At our awakening, before getting up for breakfast, I ask to have a discussion; I tell her that I know that she spent a good part of the night with John and that they were certainly not playing cards. I remind her of her promise of no more cheating on me (http://xhamster.com/user/pablotlse/posts/105753.html ) I recall her how unhappy I’m when she behaves like this. Finally, I tell her that I can’t stand it longer and that if this were to continue like this, I would prefer that we divorce. A long silence follows my speech; Murielle stands up and before leaving the room turns to me and says: ' I will think about it and will come back to you”.
The whole day we will nearly talk together, but late in the afternoon, the mood is better. We again spend some good moments together. And a new evening passes in fun and good humor. This time I decide not to leave them alone, and tired with a huge desire to sleep, I stay with the family. Endless hours later, around midnight, I am relieved when I hear my wife announcing that she goes to bed and seeing her greeting everyone. I accompany her, and we lay down in bed, completely naked as usual.
I fall asleep immediately.
The voice of Murielle wakes me up; I hear her far away as coming from the depths of a cave. "Wake up Pablito honey, wake up, please, Darling, I have a surprise for you. I can hardly open my eyes and I am first dazzled by the light of the lamp which broadcasts a soft, warm and tender light, then I see Murielle’s face nearby. She kisses my eyes, my nose, and my mouth with small shots of her tongue while continuing to murmur me to wake up. I smile at her. A surprise?
She gets up and her tits get out of her shirt that she wears barely buttoned. It always excites me to see her tits, these milky white globes, heavy and slightly sagging with age, these large aureoles and her thick nipples. Watching these boobs banging when Murielle moves arouses me a lot. I love them. After all these years, they continue to fascinate me and make me having a hard-on. She arranges a bit her shirt and goes around the bed; I keep looking at her and I admire her naked legs, the birth of her buttocks. Why does she wear that shirt while we went naked to bed? And it is when admiring her that I suddenly see John stuck in the middle of the room. Murielle is moving resolutely toward him. I feel like a punch in the stomach, a sudden belly ache. I’m puzzled and anxious. John throws me a glance, quickly, and focuses on Murielle who threw her arms around his neck. She kisses him gently on the mouth, just as she did to me a couple of minutes ago, she tickles him in the ear with her tongue. I'm stunned by what I see there a few meters from me. John remains motionless, stiff and obviously not comfortable. Murielle throws me a look and I can hear she whispering in John’s ear: "Relax, keep cool. '' You know your cousin Pablo loves watching, spying on women, especially his own. He loves watching her getting pet, fiddling, and fucked by other men. He loves it!! Is it not my little Pablito Darling?" looking straight in my eyes. I have the impression to melt into the ground. I am covered with shame, shame because these words confirm that she well noticed me when I spied her when playing poker with my friends sometime ago (http://fr.xhamster.com/user/pablotlse/posts/464106.html ). I’m ashamed that she reveals my sexual deviations to a member of my family. I want to hide, to disappear far, far away and yet I remain paralyzed in this bed to look at what is happening in the middle of the room without saying a word. Murielle resumes her caresses, kissing my cousin’s neck. She returns to his mouth, she kisses him, and I see John is getting relaxed. Murielle strokes his back and his buttocks; John surrounds her shoulders with his arms and also begins to stroke her back. Doing so, the shirt lifts up revealing her white butt. I am only a few meters from them, I am ranked first, and although I am still confused, covered with shame, I feel my cock swell. John let get off his hands on my wife's ass and slowly begin to explore her buttock; he gently caresses them, kneads, and passes a finger in her furrow. I know that Murielle loves this and yet she stops him. She turns to me: “Do not stay so far my Darling, come closer to us. Sit on the edge of the bed, near to us. "I do not dare refusing. I get out of the bed and I join them trying to hide my swollen cock. I sit on the edge of the bed and crossed legs, always with the hope to hide my sex to my cousin. But that’s not Murielle’s plan. She leaves John and comes fast toward me. She uncrosses my legs and spreads my knees with brusqueness. "You’ll stay like this, with your balls and cock prominently. I want to see them, I want to see at any time how much you love watching me. And do not dare touching you, bastard, you keep your hands wisely on the bed. Understood? "This aggression is new to me; Murielle has always been soft, tender. What’s this? I decide to surrender and to do as told; I think that she is testing me (but what for?) and that if I succeed she would stop cheating on me as I requested her the previous morning. And curiously, this attitude of Murielle and my humiliating position arouses me more; I feel my cock reacting. I don't dare to watch it but I feel that it is swollen and stiffened a little more.
John has approached, pushes his body on Murielle’s back who is slightly startled, surprised. He surrounds her in his arms. His hands are on the front of her thighs; Murielle lays back on him and slides her hands behind her buttocks; I cannot see anything but by the movements of her arms, I can easily guess that she caresses my cousin between his legs. John seems to enjoy and his hands start to caress my wife’s belly, lifting the shirt and revealing me her hairless pussy, her large lips that hang down, her pubis, the birth of her breasts. His hands live their own lives independently; one goes to the breasts of Murielle, groping them, caressing them, playing with the nipples, stroking them, pinching them to return playing with these wonderful white globes while the other is settled on her pussy, a finger slipped into the slot where it goes and comes, caresses her lips and pinches softly her clit. Murielle moans without stopping. They are just a few tens of centimeters from me, to the point that I smell the intimate scent of Murielle and I easily see how she gets soaking wet. John’s finger lands on top of her slit and plays with her clit in slow movements of rotation, then resumes its movement in her slit to again tickle her small button. Murielle sighs louder and louder and I have the feeling that my cock is going to explode. My sex tickles me horribly, I need to touch it but I resist. I look to my cock with this huge desire to stroke it and I see it glistening wet. The last time I experienced such thing I must have been fifteen years or so. I had locked myself in the toilets to read 'Emmanuelle' that a class buddy had lent me. It let me discover masturbation and pornography. Isolated from any indiscretion, I was reading the book without touching me and when finally I was not able to resist any longer, I discovered my cock completely wet, sticky and slippery. I thus learned that 'wet' was not reserved for girls.
I barely lifted my head that Murielle grows a long groan: her legs tend and she starts shaking her entire body. At this moment, John pushes two fingers into her pussy and bites her in the neck which has the effect of extending the sigh of enjoyment of my wife. Murielle lies completely against John’s chest and she takes a while to calm down. John pushes her gently to sit near to me on the bed; our knees are touching, Murielle is still breathing fast. John removes his jean’s and his underwear and ends up ahead, dressed only in his shirt. While the family has repeatedly touted physical similarities, it stops when it comes to our cocks. Mine is small and while Murielle has often claimed that he is well proportioned, I find myself rather thin. John is long and thick; I would tend to compare it to Gérard’s cock without however achieving its size (the bastard. All this is because of him, he was the one who debauched my wife. I hate him). (http://xhamster.com/user/pablotlse/posts/455573.html ). His cock is hard and well swollen. John comes to Murielle and removes her shirt. He squeezes her legs between his’ and slides his cock sandwiched between her breasts that he tightens with his hands. With a slow movement of his basin, he masturbates between the breasts of my wife. Murielle seems to be obsessed with this cock and movement when the glans hurts her throat; she strives to take it in her mouth or to lick it with her tongue. I’m watching see so nearby an unbelievable game of a cock sliding between my wife's breasts and entering and exiting wet from her mouth. This game will last pretty long accompanied by vulgar words addressed by John to my wife: ' You love it huh slut? Go, wank my Dick with your breasts, yes like that. Make it wet, yes, teases it with your tongue”. Apparently this little game that I find vulgar puts Murielle in appetite. John stops and spreading wide the legs of my wife, presents his cock to my wife’s mouth. Murielle does not hesitate to swallow it. She starts to suck it and letting it sliding into her mouth; she passes her tongue along the shaft, stroking his balls with one hand. She runs her tongue around the cock’s head during long minutes to take it back into her mouth and suck it again. At the sound of sighs of John, we understand how much he appreciates. It is with surprise that I see Murielle’s hand, which was stroking his balls, disappearing between John’s legs to his buttocks and linger there. My cousin begins to moan harder up until he grunts of a muffled "Yeeeeees!". From the movement of my wife’s arm, I understand that she has pressed a finger into his ass and that she is finger fucking him. "But who has learned these things to her?” With this in mind, a whiff of jealousy hits me in the stomach and attempts to withdraw the sexual excitement that I have but fortunately with no success and both the nearly unbearable feelings of jealousy and arousal will co-exist during the remainder of the lovemaking scene, which I witness.
John suddenly withdraws from the mouth of Murielle. No doubt that he does not want to cum immediately. He sputters as if he had run a hundred meters; he caresses Murielle’s head looking at her with tenderness, which increases my jealousy. He takes Murielle by the hand, forces her to stand up, tosses and turns her to lean against his chest, in front of me and whispers in her ear 'I'll take you by the ass”. I cannot bear it and shout: «No, I do not agree!" but Murielle turns to me, looks right in my eyes and shouts angrily to me "Fuck you! You’ve got nothing to say. Look, this is the only thing that you may do, watch us and shut up.” I'm gobsmacked by the v******e of Murielle’s words. “But what have I done to deserve his wrath?” Murielle’s shout does not seem to disrupt John who pushes Murielle to stoop. She clings to my knees. (I have a sneaking hope that she will take my cock in her mouth but she ignores it completely.) John drags his huge prick between the buttocks of my wife; I see the head of the glans point regularly at the top of her butt, in the lower back. All along his movements, John stops regularly at the height of her ass, which he presses slightly first but harder and harder after a while until Murielle cries out softly. "Gently, you’re hurting me, you're too big, come gently”. My cousin then sinks very softly into her marking long pauses. It will need an eternity before he starts small movements of back and forth of his hips to gradually lengthen them. I'm obsessed. I see his cock coming in and out of her little hole. It seems to me that from where I am he succeeds in burying his cock completely into her. John groans and moans and looks interested to my wife’s anatomy. I again have belly ache; "The bastard!” My jealousy grows; I never did this to my wife! After a long time, Murielle begins to moan and pushes her ass against John’s belly showing how much she appreciates. John does not resist any longer. With a long growl accompanied by a loud 'Yes', John cums deeply settled in my wife’s ass. He clings to her butt and lays down his head at the bottom of her back. He stays still for a moment, calms down and then withdraws.
Murielle releases me and sinks into the bed. When John is about to pick up his cloths, she invites him to join her in bed, what he does without hesitation. For what I’m concerned, I am still there, at the border of the bed wondering what to do. My cock and balls are painful and I’m full of jealousy. A huge sense of abandonment and discouragement overwhelms me. I'm done, I’m about to cry. Finally I decide to join them being convinced that Murielle will throw me out of the bed. But no, once installed on my back beside her, she lays down her head on my chest and slides a leg on me, trapping my still stretched dick. We spend the night in this position, a long night that I seem to pass sleepless, the lower abdomen sored, pain in my balls, imprisoned by the body and the leg of Murielle, with an enormous urge to relieve me, to jerk me off and my mind full of questions. Yet I must have fallen asleep because I’m woken up by a repetitive movement of Murielle’s leg that still blocks me and the sound of sighs. Barely out of my haze and slowly becoming aware of my environment ("where am I? What am I doing here? «), I realize that John is fucking Murielle doggy style. I wonder how long they are fucking like this out my knowledge and again pain moves in my belly. "Jealousy, when you hold us!” But it seems this time that John does not last long before cumming and I hear him cum while Murielle has not yet been satisfied apparently. After a brief rest John leaves the bed. While releasing me ("At last!") and laying down on her back, Murielle asks me to turn on the bedside light, which I do grudgingly ("Let him just bumping around the bastard, and his balls first!"). Murielle pushes back the bed linen and shaking my arm, asks me loud "Just make me cum with your mouth Darling and after this you may fuck me deep." I do not hesitate one minute and ramp towards the end of the bed. Murielle is lying with her legs wide spread, revealing her intimacy to John who does not hesitate to have a glance at it before picking up his stuff. I settle between her legs. She smells strongly, stronger than usual. I see streaks of thick cum on her big lips and big heaps ooze at the entrance to her vagina. The smell of semen is strong. This put me off a bit, but I want to take my wife to relieve me and I start to move my tongue in her pussy, between the lips and on her clit. I suck her large lips. I mix the semen in my saliva, unintentionally, coating her clitoris. I tickle the tip of her lovely flower button, I suck it, I lick it and then go back to the assault of her lips, swallowing semen. In my mouth the taste of sperm is imperceptible, just maybe a hint salty. But when I swallow, sperm sc**** me the throat; It gives a weird impression. Murielle moans with long "Yes, continue, continue" and suddenly she grabs my head, holds me and screams me 'now, take me, come inside me now '. I straighten nervously, eager, and awkwardly I slide my cock in her pussy (I have to redo it three times, my cock sliding off to her belly, that gooey is her pussy). Just introduced, Murielle screams a mind-blowing 'Yes' and starts crying while continuing to cum. On my side, with just two back and forth movements, I cum on my turn with a long painful ejaculation tempering any sense of fun and enjoyment.
I remain in her and lay down gently on her, my head buried in her neck. She wraps her arms around me and whispers to me: "I love you, oh, how much I love you". That feels good!
During the remainder of the stay in the family, Murielle will be a very loving woman to me. She will never leave me alone and will take care of me with love. But the nights, when John does not join his girlfriend who lives outside Montreal, she spends them with him, either in his room or in ours. And in this case, this night of 18/08, will be repeated: I will have to watch their sex games without being authorized to touch me, my balls and cock exposed to their looks. And the morning, when John leaves the room, I'll have to make her cum with my tongue and my mouth before being granted to ejaculate deep into her, mixing my sperm with what remains of that of John that I would not have swallowed.
Epilogue.
This happened a few months ago now. Since then, Murielle has confessed that she had not kept her promise made in May 2012 and that since then she had had multiple lovers. The episode of June this year was not an isolated case (http://fr.xhamster.com/user/pablotlse/posts/464106.html ). Now she informs me when she has an appointment with one or more lovers, be they strangers or friends or even our neighbor (I also hate that bastard. Whenever we meet, there is a small smirk at the corner of his mouth. Maybe I should try to seduce his wife to give the change?). In her opinion, the fact that she informs me in advance gives her the feeling that she does not cheat on me. Either she calls me the same day when it is unplanned (two weeks ago, she phoned me to tell me that she was going to have a drink after work in the digs of two Nigerians students of the IUT of Toulouse who were on probation in her department. She returned home at eight o'clock in the morning), or she warns me several days in advance. Most often this happens outdoors, at her or her lovers or at the hotel. She never tells me what she has done and the effect is always the same on me: I’m waiting for her with impatience, belly knotted jealousy and the cock hard of excitement.
I do not think about divorce anymore. I finally accepted my Cuckold status and the fact that, my wife being 20 years younger than I, her needs may be different of mine.
She loves me, I love her and that’s what counts the most.
17 August 2013, fifth day of our visit to my family in Montreal. Almost forty years that I did not see my aunt; my cousin had 13 years when we last met, I was 27 then, 33 years ago. A lease! My wife does not know them, I barely and therefore it’s a first. Despite this we rapidly appreciate each other’s, especially Murielle, my wife, and John, my cousin. They quickly form a couple of merry people, to my great pleasure and that of the family. Despite his age, my cousin lodges with his daughter, Sophie, and with his mother. There is no judgement about this, that’s life which led him to this situation. Murielle and John find a common playground: cooking which leads them to spend most of their time inventing recipe on recipe.
This evening of 17 August, it is Murielle that has cooked. The evening is like all the others: laughter, jokes, animated discussions, a wonderful evening. In addition to the family, there is the girlfriend of Sophie who has joined us. Around 22:00, I decide to go to bed; I just need some quiet moments alone. I leave the door of our bedroom openopen; I love to hear domestic noises, voices around me that reassure me.
I got drowsy and from the depths of my sleep, I become aware that something is amiss. A feeling of panic overwhelms me. I wake up and listen to the voices reaching me from the living room. I only hear the voices of Sophie and her girlfriend. But this is not what bothers me. After a while, I eventually realize that I did not hear the voices of Murielle and John for long. I get up, claiming to want to drink a glass of water. I ask the girls if they have seen my cousin and Murielle. Sophie tells me they are in her father’s bedroom. I acknowledge and ask nothing more, but in my stomach and in my head, a violent thunderstorm is raised. I feel hurt; I feel abandoned, alone. I go back to bed and I weep gently. One can imagine anything and not necessarily the worst, but I know Murielle, and I know what they are doing in this room.
In the early morning, my wife joins me in the bed; I attempt to get close to her, feel the warmth of her body. I want to caress her, more to reassure me then to really make love but she rejects me telling me that she is tired. Despair.
At our awakening, before getting up for breakfast, I ask to have a discussion; I tell her that I know that she spent a good part of the night with John and that they were certainly not playing cards. I remind her of her promise of no more cheating on me (http://xhamster.com/user/pablotlse/posts/105753.html ) I recall her how unhappy I’m when she behaves like this. Finally, I tell her that I can’t stand it longer and that if this were to continue like this, I would prefer that we divorce. A long silence follows my speech; Murielle stands up and before leaving the room turns to me and says: ' I will think about it and will come back to you”.
The whole day we will nearly talk together, but late in the afternoon, the mood is better. We again spend some good moments together. And a new evening passes in fun and good humor. This time I decide not to leave them alone, and tired with a huge desire to sleep, I stay with the family. Endless hours later, around midnight, I am relieved when I hear my wife announcing that she goes to bed and seeing her greeting everyone. I accompany her, and we lay down in bed, completely naked as usual.
I fall asleep immediately.
The voice of Murielle wakes me up; I hear her far away as coming from the depths of a cave. "Wake up Pablito honey, wake up, please, Darling, I have a surprise for you. I can hardly open my eyes and I am first dazzled by the light of the lamp which broadcasts a soft, warm and tender light, then I see Murielle’s face nearby. She kisses my eyes, my nose, and my mouth with small shots of her tongue while continuing to murmur me to wake up. I smile at her. A surprise?
She gets up and her tits get out of her shirt that she wears barely buttoned. It always excites me to see her tits, these milky white globes, heavy and slightly sagging with age, these large aureoles and her thick nipples. Watching these boobs banging when Murielle moves arouses me a lot. I love them. After all these years, they continue to fascinate me and make me having a hard-on. She arranges a bit her shirt and goes around the bed; I keep looking at her and I admire her naked legs, the birth of her buttocks. Why does she wear that shirt while we went naked to bed? And it is when admiring her that I suddenly see John stuck in the middle of the room. Murielle is moving resolutely toward him. I feel like a punch in the stomach, a sudden belly ache. I’m puzzled and anxious. John throws me a glance, quickly, and focuses on Murielle who threw her arms around his neck. She kisses him gently on the mouth, just as she did to me a couple of minutes ago, she tickles him in the ear with her tongue. I'm stunned by what I see there a few meters from me. John remains motionless, stiff and obviously not comfortable. Murielle throws me a look and I can hear she whispering in John’s ear: "Relax, keep cool. '' You know your cousin Pablo loves watching, spying on women, especially his own. He loves watching her getting pet, fiddling, and fucked by other men. He loves it!! Is it not my little Pablito Darling?" looking straight in my eyes. I have the impression to melt into the ground. I am covered with shame, shame because these words confirm that she well noticed me when I spied her when playing poker with my friends sometime ago (http://fr.xhamster.com/user/pablotlse/posts/464106.html ). I’m ashamed that she reveals my sexual deviations to a member of my family. I want to hide, to disappear far, far away and yet I remain paralyzed in this bed to look at what is happening in the middle of the room without saying a word. Murielle resumes her caresses, kissing my cousin’s neck. She returns to his mouth, she kisses him, and I see John is getting relaxed. Murielle strokes his back and his buttocks; John surrounds her shoulders with his arms and also begins to stroke her back. Doing so, the shirt lifts up revealing her white butt. I am only a few meters from them, I am ranked first, and although I am still confused, covered with shame, I feel my cock swell. John let get off his hands on my wife's ass and slowly begin to explore her buttock; he gently caresses them, kneads, and passes a finger in her furrow. I know that Murielle loves this and yet she stops him. She turns to me: “Do not stay so far my Darling, come closer to us. Sit on the edge of the bed, near to us. "I do not dare refusing. I get out of the bed and I join them trying to hide my swollen cock. I sit on the edge of the bed and crossed legs, always with the hope to hide my sex to my cousin. But that’s not Murielle’s plan. She leaves John and comes fast toward me. She uncrosses my legs and spreads my knees with brusqueness. "You’ll stay like this, with your balls and cock prominently. I want to see them, I want to see at any time how much you love watching me. And do not dare touching you, bastard, you keep your hands wisely on the bed. Understood? "This aggression is new to me; Murielle has always been soft, tender. What’s this? I decide to surrender and to do as told; I think that she is testing me (but what for?) and that if I succeed she would stop cheating on me as I requested her the previous morning. And curiously, this attitude of Murielle and my humiliating position arouses me more; I feel my cock reacting. I don't dare to watch it but I feel that it is swollen and stiffened a little more.
John has approached, pushes his body on Murielle’s back who is slightly startled, surprised. He surrounds her in his arms. His hands are on the front of her thighs; Murielle lays back on him and slides her hands behind her buttocks; I cannot see anything but by the movements of her arms, I can easily guess that she caresses my cousin between his legs. John seems to enjoy and his hands start to caress my wife’s belly, lifting the shirt and revealing me her hairless pussy, her large lips that hang down, her pubis, the birth of her breasts. His hands live their own lives independently; one goes to the breasts of Murielle, groping them, caressing them, playing with the nipples, stroking them, pinching them to return playing with these wonderful white globes while the other is settled on her pussy, a finger slipped into the slot where it goes and comes, caresses her lips and pinches softly her clit. Murielle moans without stopping. They are just a few tens of centimeters from me, to the point that I smell the intimate scent of Murielle and I easily see how she gets soaking wet. John’s finger lands on top of her slit and plays with her clit in slow movements of rotation, then resumes its movement in her slit to again tickle her small button. Murielle sighs louder and louder and I have the feeling that my cock is going to explode. My sex tickles me horribly, I need to touch it but I resist. I look to my cock with this huge desire to stroke it and I see it glistening wet. The last time I experienced such thing I must have been fifteen years or so. I had locked myself in the toilets to read 'Emmanuelle' that a class buddy had lent me. It let me discover masturbation and pornography. Isolated from any indiscretion, I was reading the book without touching me and when finally I was not able to resist any longer, I discovered my cock completely wet, sticky and slippery. I thus learned that 'wet' was not reserved for girls.
I barely lifted my head that Murielle grows a long groan: her legs tend and she starts shaking her entire body. At this moment, John pushes two fingers into her pussy and bites her in the neck which has the effect of extending the sigh of enjoyment of my wife. Murielle lies completely against John’s chest and she takes a while to calm down. John pushes her gently to sit near to me on the bed; our knees are touching, Murielle is still breathing fast. John removes his jean’s and his underwear and ends up ahead, dressed only in his shirt. While the family has repeatedly touted physical similarities, it stops when it comes to our cocks. Mine is small and while Murielle has often claimed that he is well proportioned, I find myself rather thin. John is long and thick; I would tend to compare it to Gérard’s cock without however achieving its size (the bastard. All this is because of him, he was the one who debauched my wife. I hate him). (http://xhamster.com/user/pablotlse/posts/455573.html ). His cock is hard and well swollen. John comes to Murielle and removes her shirt. He squeezes her legs between his’ and slides his cock sandwiched between her breasts that he tightens with his hands. With a slow movement of his basin, he masturbates between the breasts of my wife. Murielle seems to be obsessed with this cock and movement when the glans hurts her throat; she strives to take it in her mouth or to lick it with her tongue. I’m watching see so nearby an unbelievable game of a cock sliding between my wife's breasts and entering and exiting wet from her mouth. This game will last pretty long accompanied by vulgar words addressed by John to my wife: ' You love it huh slut? Go, wank my Dick with your breasts, yes like that. Make it wet, yes, teases it with your tongue”. Apparently this little game that I find vulgar puts Murielle in appetite. John stops and spreading wide the legs of my wife, presents his cock to my wife’s mouth. Murielle does not hesitate to swallow it. She starts to suck it and letting it sliding into her mouth; she passes her tongue along the shaft, stroking his balls with one hand. She runs her tongue around the cock’s head during long minutes to take it back into her mouth and suck it again. At the sound of sighs of John, we understand how much he appreciates. It is with surprise that I see Murielle’s hand, which was stroking his balls, disappearing between John’s legs to his buttocks and linger there. My cousin begins to moan harder up until he grunts of a muffled "Yeeeeees!". From the movement of my wife’s arm, I understand that she has pressed a finger into his ass and that she is finger fucking him. "But who has learned these things to her?” With this in mind, a whiff of jealousy hits me in the stomach and attempts to withdraw the sexual excitement that I have but fortunately with no success and both the nearly unbearable feelings of jealousy and arousal will co-exist during the remainder of the lovemaking scene, which I witness.
John suddenly withdraws from the mouth of Murielle. No doubt that he does not want to cum immediately. He sputters as if he had run a hundred meters; he caresses Murielle’s head looking at her with tenderness, which increases my jealousy. He takes Murielle by the hand, forces her to stand up, tosses and turns her to lean against his chest, in front of me and whispers in her ear 'I'll take you by the ass”. I cannot bear it and shout: «No, I do not agree!" but Murielle turns to me, looks right in my eyes and shouts angrily to me "Fuck you! You’ve got nothing to say. Look, this is the only thing that you may do, watch us and shut up.” I'm gobsmacked by the v******e of Murielle’s words. “But what have I done to deserve his wrath?” Murielle’s shout does not seem to disrupt John who pushes Murielle to stoop. She clings to my knees. (I have a sneaking hope that she will take my cock in her mouth but she ignores it completely.) John drags his huge prick between the buttocks of my wife; I see the head of the glans point regularly at the top of her butt, in the lower back. All along his movements, John stops regularly at the height of her ass, which he presses slightly first but harder and harder after a while until Murielle cries out softly. "Gently, you’re hurting me, you're too big, come gently”. My cousin then sinks very softly into her marking long pauses. It will need an eternity before he starts small movements of back and forth of his hips to gradually lengthen them. I'm obsessed. I see his cock coming in and out of her little hole. It seems to me that from where I am he succeeds in burying his cock completely into her. John groans and moans and looks interested to my wife’s anatomy. I again have belly ache; "The bastard!” My jealousy grows; I never did this to my wife! After a long time, Murielle begins to moan and pushes her ass against John’s belly showing how much she appreciates. John does not resist any longer. With a long growl accompanied by a loud 'Yes', John cums deeply settled in my wife’s ass. He clings to her butt and lays down his head at the bottom of her back. He stays still for a moment, calms down and then withdraws.
Murielle releases me and sinks into the bed. When John is about to pick up his cloths, she invites him to join her in bed, what he does without hesitation. For what I’m concerned, I am still there, at the border of the bed wondering what to do. My cock and balls are painful and I’m full of jealousy. A huge sense of abandonment and discouragement overwhelms me. I'm done, I’m about to cry. Finally I decide to join them being convinced that Murielle will throw me out of the bed. But no, once installed on my back beside her, she lays down her head on my chest and slides a leg on me, trapping my still stretched dick. We spend the night in this position, a long night that I seem to pass sleepless, the lower abdomen sored, pain in my balls, imprisoned by the body and the leg of Murielle, with an enormous urge to relieve me, to jerk me off and my mind full of questions. Yet I must have fallen asleep because I’m woken up by a repetitive movement of Murielle’s leg that still blocks me and the sound of sighs. Barely out of my haze and slowly becoming aware of my environment ("where am I? What am I doing here? «), I realize that John is fucking Murielle doggy style. I wonder how long they are fucking like this out my knowledge and again pain moves in my belly. "Jealousy, when you hold us!” But it seems this time that John does not last long before cumming and I hear him cum while Murielle has not yet been satisfied apparently. After a brief rest John leaves the bed. While releasing me ("At last!") and laying down on her back, Murielle asks me to turn on the bedside light, which I do grudgingly ("Let him just bumping around the bastard, and his balls first!"). Murielle pushes back the bed linen and shaking my arm, asks me loud "Just make me cum with your mouth Darling and after this you may fuck me deep." I do not hesitate one minute and ramp towards the end of the bed. Murielle is lying with her legs wide spread, revealing her intimacy to John who does not hesitate to have a glance at it before picking up his stuff. I settle between her legs. She smells strongly, stronger than usual. I see streaks of thick cum on her big lips and big heaps ooze at the entrance to her vagina. The smell of semen is strong. This put me off a bit, but I want to take my wife to relieve me and I start to move my tongue in her pussy, between the lips and on her clit. I suck her large lips. I mix the semen in my saliva, unintentionally, coating her clitoris. I tickle the tip of her lovely flower button, I suck it, I lick it and then go back to the assault of her lips, swallowing semen. In my mouth the taste of sperm is imperceptible, just maybe a hint salty. But when I swallow, sperm sc**** me the throat; It gives a weird impression. Murielle moans with long "Yes, continue, continue" and suddenly she grabs my head, holds me and screams me 'now, take me, come inside me now '. I straighten nervously, eager, and awkwardly I slide my cock in her pussy (I have to redo it three times, my cock sliding off to her belly, that gooey is her pussy). Just introduced, Murielle screams a mind-blowing 'Yes' and starts crying while continuing to cum. On my side, with just two back and forth movements, I cum on my turn with a long painful ejaculation tempering any sense of fun and enjoyment.
I remain in her and lay down gently on her, my head buried in her neck. She wraps her arms around me and whispers to me: "I love you, oh, how much I love you". That feels good!
During the remainder of the stay in the family, Murielle will be a very loving woman to me. She will never leave me alone and will take care of me with love. But the nights, when John does not join his girlfriend who lives outside Montreal, she spends them with him, either in his room or in ours. And in this case, this night of 18/08, will be repeated: I will have to watch their sex games without being authorized to touch me, my balls and cock exposed to their looks. And the morning, when John leaves the room, I'll have to make her cum with my tongue and my mouth before being granted to ejaculate deep into her, mixing my sperm with what remains of that of John that I would not have swallowed.
Epilogue.
This happened a few months ago now. Since then, Murielle has confessed that she had not kept her promise made in May 2012 and that since then she had had multiple lovers. The episode of June this year was not an isolated case (http://fr.xhamster.com/user/pablotlse/posts/464106.html ). Now she informs me when she has an appointment with one or more lovers, be they strangers or friends or even our neighbor (I also hate that bastard. Whenever we meet, there is a small smirk at the corner of his mouth. Maybe I should try to seduce his wife to give the change?). In her opinion, the fact that she informs me in advance gives her the feeling that she does not cheat on me. Either she calls me the same day when it is unplanned (two weeks ago, she phoned me to tell me that she was going to have a drink after work in the digs of two Nigerians students of the IUT of Toulouse who were on probation in her department. She returned home at eight o'clock in the morning), or she warns me several days in advance. Most often this happens outdoors, at her or her lovers or at the hotel. She never tells me what she has done and the effect is always the same on me: I’m waiting for her with impatience, belly knotted jealousy and the cock hard of excitement.
I do not think about divorce anymore. I finally accepted my Cuckold status and the fact that, my wife being 20 years younger than I, her needs may be different of mine.
She loves me, I love her and that’s what counts the most.
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