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One night, begin of last spring, my wife after having spent the day with her friend Veronica, told me about rumors going around amongst the women of the neighborhoods about one of the doctors of the town. It seemed that this man had the hugest dick they ever saw with balls a bull would be ashamed if compared. It also was told that he did not hesitate to seduce some of the women and that he was a good shot.
I started laughing and asked if Veronica was one of them and of course my wife denied.
Some weeks after, my wife started talking about Veronica’ brother in law; he also seemed to have a huge dick, even huger than the famous doctor. I again started laughing and asked her: “Do not tell me this is one of your fantasies?” My wife, Murielle, started to blush and we did not discuss further.
Mid summer we organized a garden party and of course Veronica was part of the invitees. During the party, everybody having fun, I noticed a man, who was a stranger to me, who regularly stood near Murielle and was having fun with her. I got irritated – Murielle is 20 years younger than I and I’m a very jealous guy. At a moment in time, Murielle introduced him and he appeared to be Gerard, Veronica’s brother in law. We had a short and gentle talk. From that moment onwards I continuously kept him in my sight of eyes having in mind Murielle’s remarks about his “size”.
The party ended and of course I kindly told Gerard that he was welcome whenever he wanted
It was more a form of politeness than an actual invitation.
Fifteen days later, midweek.
I get home from work around 8 PM, as usually and I find a car, unknown to me parked in front of the entrance. While trying to find a name or a face to put on the driver, it came as a surprise to me finding Gérard comfortably installed in the living room, a glass of whisky in his hand. And not just any whisky, my best one, that which is restricted to me (I'm jealous and selfish). I feel some irritation, which disappears quickly when my wife, sitting in the front of Gérard just greet me with a huge smile and eyes full of stars. Irresistible. She is dressed as usual: a short miniskirt, today green color, a green blouse that falls loosely and which I love so much because it is so soft. Most of the time, Murielle wears it without bra, which always troubles me. When she wears it wide and broad and loosely as today, one can easily imagine the movements of her generous breasts. This always makes me horny.
I settle on the couch near my wife with a glass of beer and join the discussions. After a while, I realize that Gérard often looks interested to the legs of Murielle. I start to get nervous and decide to better observe this strange behavior. And indeed, as soon as my wife moves her legs, crosses them or spreads them slightly when she leans forward to take her glass on the table, Gérard does not fail to look right between her legs. With her short skirt stripped up on the top of her legs, it is sure that our visitor must have a sharp vision on the underwear of my wife. (Fortunately I know that Murielle is always wearing panties or a string). Moreover, Gérard is nervously moving on his chair, which really irritates me at the highest point. Is Murielle aware of what is going on? I have not the time to discreetly ask her the question that my phone rings. I leave the room to take the communication. A colleague is asking me if I'm OK for tennis the next day. I accept of course.
And there - even today, five months after that fateful day where it made me Cuckold, seven years after my wedding, I'm still asking myself what passed in my mind - when my wife asks me who was on the phone, I answer that it is the office, a serious problem that requires my presence and that I must leave immediately. Having regard to the duration of the round trip plus one hour of work at least, if all goes well, I will be away for three or four hours, I tell her
My wife expresses her discontent, "For once when we have a visitor!". Leaving home, I hear her saying: "Gérard, I hope that this will not disturb you keeping me company for dinner ». I take the car, which I leave a few hundred meters further and I return to my steps, gently, as silently as possible. I spy them from the terrace (which surrounds the house and which is accessible to all parts, except the kitchen and bathrooms, with large door windows), when they are in the living room, still sitting at the same place, one opposite the other, Gérard looking to the legs of my wife or her cleavage, especially when she bends over. I find that time is passing slowly and thousand times I wonder what I am doing here. I'm about to consider abandoning this stupid game when Murielle stands up from the couch, disappears momentarily and reappears in the dining room. She starts dancing, I hear music, disco of Tamla Motown that she loves. Gerard joins her after a while. My gaze is fixed on my wife, she is beautiful, I love seeing her dancing. She sways, moves her torso with sensuality, and shakes her hips. I’m watching her breasts that one can guess bouncing and swinging under her shirt. I'm starting to have a hard on. Thinking that she also excites another man pleases me also (I'll be served). Regularly she pulls on her short skirt that tends to shift up along her legs. The more she dances the more I’m staring to her. Gerard takes her hands to rock her, he slows the pace; it makes him move the arms, the torso, he guides her to spin on herself and one still can guess her tits swinging under her shirt. Her skirt goes up along her legs, slowly but inexorably. I think I see Murielle attempt to free one of her hands from the outlet of Gérard, but she cannot; they laugh and the skirt goes up and up. I become more and more excited; I'm guessing that Gérard also enjoys. I’m now staring to the legs of my wife that become more and more uncovered while the small green skirt shifts up. I see a small white triangle appearing, both at the front as at the back. The skirt reaches the level of her buttocks, I see their curves and I‘m surely not the only one watching. I see the bulging of her pubis, her sex through the white tissue of her panty. My look is really fixed on this part of my wife’s body while she dances. I also see that Gérard does not hesitate to put his hands on my wife's buttocks during some movements. He does not hesiate to grope her, her buttocks, her belly, her legs, even her breasts, the bastard. The worst is that my wife does accept all this. I'm starting to become jealous, something is going wrong. And at the same time, I'm excited. They stop dancing. I see Murielle from the back, Gérard in front of me. He approaches my wife. "No, he's not going...! No, he did not kiss her and I’m relieved. He is very close to her, he drops her hands and she takes the opportunity to shift down her skirt. I see him speaking to her, and then both look down towards the chest of my wife, Gérard touches her but I can't see what he is doing. He takes her hands back and they start dancing again at a very slow pace, making movements one towards the other, close to each other and then moving away but remaining almost on the spot. Gérard still speaks and laughs. He leads her doing a pirouette and at this point I have a shock. Did I see it right? And yes, her blouse is wide open held only by one button. During the dance when the pace accelerates the sides of the shirt fly in any sense unveiling one or the other breast or both. Often a shoulder and a breast are completely uncovered by the slipping of a sleeve and Murielle tries in vain to put it back to its place. Just settled on one shoulder and it is the other sleeve that will slip completely revealing another part of her chest. I have tingling of excitement in my belly; my cock is hard. Murielle’s tits live their own lives, dancing their way by moving in all directions. I am fascinated, and more and more angry, jealous. Now, it is clear in my mind that Gérard has the situation in hand; that it is he who runs my wife and that she does what he wants. There is a strange feeling inside me, a mixture of anger and extreme excitement. I take out my dick which is hard, stiff and completely wet and I start masturbating while watching the waltz of breasts that sway and the panties of my wife again visible because the skirt is completely up again. I’m masturbating while watching the exhibition of my wife, I’m jerking and watching my wife becoming the toy of this stranger.
Her blouse eventually completely falls down from her shoulders and she stands chest nude in front of this man. She struggles to release her arms and they stop dancing. I see my wife by three-quarters, Gérard slightly from the back. He approaches her still holding her hands and without hesitation begins to lick her tits, to suck her nipples. He licks her chest, passing from one breast to the other, focusing on the nipples. He releases Murielle and his hand slides along her leg from the outside and caresses her buttocks through her panties. From where I am I can see only a part of his hand and his arm moving. He slips his hand in her panties, from the bottom, I guess caressing her buttocks. His mouth continues to deal with the chest of Murielle. My wife has her eyes closed; she surely is gasping. In any case she enjoys. And I stroke hard my dick and at the same time I’m full of jealousy. I do not understand what is happening to me. I’m watching, I ogle and I am masturbating. Gérard moves a bit. His hand leaves the buttocks of my wife and goes back to her chest. He starts tickling her breasts and nipples, caresses them then clamps them. He plays with them, sometimes tenderly, sometimes brutally. I'm starting to hear the groans of Murielle through the door. Gérard begins to caress with his left hand my wife’s pussy through her panty. But this does not last long, and he slips his hand into her panties, from the top. Murielle which now has her head leaning towards Gérard spreads her legs. I feel my belly full of jealousy. But I'm too excited also and I continue to look and jerk. I can clearly see the movements back and forth of his hand under the cloth. Regularly the hand stops moving and only light movements of rotation are visible. Then the movements of back and forth resume, stop, resume. His other hand leaves the nipples of my wife and goes back at the buttocks by sliding gently along her leg. His hand also disappears in the panties from my wife, from the top. He caresses her butt first. Then his arm movements make me guess that his fingers are in the furrow of her buttocks and move back and forth. Does he play with her ass? Or the fingers of his right hand encounter the fingers of his other hand that is active at the front? I will never know. I am mesmerized by what I see. Murielle moans become more audible. I stop caressing me because I feel that I’m about to cum. My cock is hard, nearly painful! Suddenly, while the hands of Gérard at the front and at the back are gently caressing her, Murielle spreads her legs a bit more and flexes the knees. She starts shaking her hips, miming the sexual act. My wife rejects her head back, screaming, her hips are subject of sudden, rapid movements; convulsive, she grabs the arm of Gérard while continuing to scream, and then rests her head on his shoulder. She shakes all over her body.
My wife has cum under the caresses of a stranger! I have bad stomach; I want to hit my fist on the wall. But at the same time, I’m about to cum, even without touching me. She calms down, moves away from the man, put back her shirt on her shoulders and without touching further her clothes takes Gérard’s hand and guides him to the sleeping rooms.
I am stunned, KO. In a hurry, I start putting also my stuff in place, which is not a sinecure (try storing a dick in full erection in your jeans, you'll see) and I'm running around the house towards the sleeping room while moaning about not having thought to check if the shutters or curtains were not closed (but could I predict what would happen?). I’m lucky, everything is open.
Murielle is sitting on my side of the bed, away from the window. I see her back. In front of her, dude, trousers at the ankles and underpants at knee height. For the little that I can see from his body movements, Murielle plays with the cock of Gérard. From time to time, he guides her by moving her arm or hands. He resumes caressing her breasts and he really seems to enjoy. On my side, seeing my wife taking the initiative to play with his cock, hence showing that she wants it, a huge sadness overwhelms me and at the same time my excitement takes over and I start again having a hard on. Everything is in the imagination because I see nothing concrete, just the movements.
This game takes a while until my wife, yet not an amateur of blowjob, takes the man’s cock in her mouth. The movement of her head is explicit; the one of her arms also. She seems to appreciate, the bitch. Again, I have bad stomach. Jealousy is there again. Gerard, does appreciate and often guides her head, speeding up or slowing down the movements, even interrupting them from time to time.
Gérard gently pushes the head of my wife away and lays her down on the bed. She lies on her back, with her chest exposed and her skirt wrapped around her hips. From there where I am placed, I see it well. She has her legs spread. She lightly lifts the head and speaks to him. While watching her, he starts to masturbate, a smile on his lips. Something is happening between these two persons there. I am fascinated by the sex of the man. I finally can see that Gérard is confirming the rumors circulating on his account. His cock is huge, monstrous both in length and size. Impressive. And his balls (you may imagine that I took the opportunity to look at it carefully) can hardly fill the hand of an honest woman. They talk; my wife several times knocks negatively with her head. After a while of exhibition, Gerard gets rid of his pants and his underpants and bends over to remove her panties. She is consenting and leans on her feet to lift her basin and to facilitate his work. The last stronghold defending access to the fortress has fallen, carelessly thrown down by the assailant! She remains in this position, legs wide spread while leaning on her feet. The man kneels in front of her. I have a c***dish reaction, I whisper:” No, no question, this is a reserved domain, it belongs to me” and it is with spite that I see the man's head disappearing between my wife's thighs, his two hands slid under her buttocks.
It doesn't take long for Murielle to start fussing and I hear even her moans. My cock is about to explode. I start jerking again, stopping often to avoid ejaculating. Gerard stops his oral caresses and with both hands lifts my wife's legs. She now has the knees almost on her chest. With his left arm, he keeps the legs of Murielle in this position and his head goes back to the assault of her ass. His right arm joins his head and from the movements that I can see, I infer that he must be fucking her manually. One finger? Two? More? One in her pussy and another one in her ass? I will never know. But one thing is sure, Murielle does appreciate and is now screaming hard. I cannot stand it anymore and I ejaculate long strokes of fuck against the wall and on the ground on the terrace. I've never cum so hard. I have never heard my wife like that either. I lean on the wall to come to my senses and calm my body. The excitement disappears and the feelings take over and I collapse. But what is happening here? What happens to me? How can I do this and cum by watching my wife cheat on me? I am overwhelmed with jealousy and shame. I feel deceived, my trust betrayed, my love scorned. I must confess that I wept, of sadness, pain and shame. In my confusion, I still hear Murielle moans, yelps, cries. I want everything to stop, rushing in the room, take them both and throw them out as bastards. But I refrain from doing anything. Am I not at the origin of this situation? Why did I do this? Although I do not understand what happens to me, although I can't explain how I can be simultaneously jealous and sexually excited, I succeed in calming me down. The yelps and groans of Murielle continuing to filter out, I return to my observation post. She is lying on her back in the middle of the bed. The man is lying on her, the legs of Murielle clutching his hips. He moves with long slow strokes of his pelvis then accelerates sharply causing Murielle to shout loud.
He stops, pauses a moment, then resumes, this time by shots, short and powerful strokes of his hips. He maintains this rate and then breaks again and slowly resumes his long strokes. A real fucker. When he starts again with his shots, Murielle starts screaming. She again has an orgasm. Believe it or not, but I again have tingling in my belly. Gérard stops shortly after, and lies on its side, one hand on my wife's belly.
I am more than ever full of jealousy and I have cravings of murder. But I resigned myself, I have no choice and I do not want that they start again fucking. Also, I rush to the car, come back home and park the car in front of the entrance with as much as noise a possible. I continue to make noise when I enter into the house and I'm at the level of the living room when Murielle joins me. I kiss her, enjoying feeling her buttocks and noticing that she did not put back her panties. She stinks sex ("I should say: ' she smells', but no, really she stinks of this characteristic odor from after fucking). I make no comment. I give her an explanation for my premature return and ask after our visitor. “At the toilet”, she says. He joins us a few minutes later and does not seem confortable but I do not make any allusions.
Gérard leaves us after dinner, a little over an hour later. And I start asking questions or to make stupid comments to my wife. Of the kind «I hope he did take benefit of my absence to seduce you?» or "Hey, you would have not wanted to check the rumors by chance?" or "Why haven't you yet had diner? '' And the more my wife answers me with stupid things the more I get excited, I feel my cock taking life again, getting hard. Again! The ultimate is reached when she responds to one of my silly questions: "but my love, you know that I am not the kind to deceive you with the first man that I would meet. And look at him, he is not even charming. »
I drag her to the sleeping room whispering that I want her. When caressing her, impatiently, I tell her that she is very wet. She replies that it is because she also wants me hard (you betcha!). I dip my cock in the cum of her lover. I enjoy it and cum very quickly. That night, we made love several times, what did not happen to us for years. And for two weeks, or three weeks, we have renewed the feat of this night.
Today, five months later, I am full of questions. I am jealous, more than ever. I regularly search through the whole house looking for clues that might tell me that she maintains one or more extramarital relationships, but I still did not found anything. Maybe finally she is a loyal wife, except in particularly exceptional circumstances!
For what I’m concerned, this whole thing intrigues me. I do not understand and cannot explain my behavior. First, why did I cause this situation? Is it that I wanted to test the faithfulness of my wife? Are these my voyeur tendencies that led me to let my wife alone with this man? I also believe that a normal man does not masturbate or ejaculate when he sees his wife to be dredged up or fuck by a complete stranger. A normal man would intervene and do everything he can to avoid it. I cannot explain these sensations, extreme and opposite; very strong jealousy on one side and the sexual excitement on the other. Would jealousy be generating sexual pleasure? Would it be my voyeur tendency that would be causing this pleasure, jealousy coming into it because one of the participants is the beloved one? I don't know but I am sure that if the woman that I was observing had not been my wife, the pleasure would have been less intense. What is this?
In any case, after this experience I wonder how pervert I am.
I started laughing and asked if Veronica was one of them and of course my wife denied.
Some weeks after, my wife started talking about Veronica’ brother in law; he also seemed to have a huge dick, even huger than the famous doctor. I again started laughing and asked her: “Do not tell me this is one of your fantasies?” My wife, Murielle, started to blush and we did not discuss further.
Mid summer we organized a garden party and of course Veronica was part of the invitees. During the party, everybody having fun, I noticed a man, who was a stranger to me, who regularly stood near Murielle and was having fun with her. I got irritated – Murielle is 20 years younger than I and I’m a very jealous guy. At a moment in time, Murielle introduced him and he appeared to be Gerard, Veronica’s brother in law. We had a short and gentle talk. From that moment onwards I continuously kept him in my sight of eyes having in mind Murielle’s remarks about his “size”.
The party ended and of course I kindly told Gerard that he was welcome whenever he wanted
It was more a form of politeness than an actual invitation.
Fifteen days later, midweek.
I get home from work around 8 PM, as usually and I find a car, unknown to me parked in front of the entrance. While trying to find a name or a face to put on the driver, it came as a surprise to me finding Gérard comfortably installed in the living room, a glass of whisky in his hand. And not just any whisky, my best one, that which is restricted to me (I'm jealous and selfish). I feel some irritation, which disappears quickly when my wife, sitting in the front of Gérard just greet me with a huge smile and eyes full of stars. Irresistible. She is dressed as usual: a short miniskirt, today green color, a green blouse that falls loosely and which I love so much because it is so soft. Most of the time, Murielle wears it without bra, which always troubles me. When she wears it wide and broad and loosely as today, one can easily imagine the movements of her generous breasts. This always makes me horny.
I settle on the couch near my wife with a glass of beer and join the discussions. After a while, I realize that Gérard often looks interested to the legs of Murielle. I start to get nervous and decide to better observe this strange behavior. And indeed, as soon as my wife moves her legs, crosses them or spreads them slightly when she leans forward to take her glass on the table, Gérard does not fail to look right between her legs. With her short skirt stripped up on the top of her legs, it is sure that our visitor must have a sharp vision on the underwear of my wife. (Fortunately I know that Murielle is always wearing panties or a string). Moreover, Gérard is nervously moving on his chair, which really irritates me at the highest point. Is Murielle aware of what is going on? I have not the time to discreetly ask her the question that my phone rings. I leave the room to take the communication. A colleague is asking me if I'm OK for tennis the next day. I accept of course.
And there - even today, five months after that fateful day where it made me Cuckold, seven years after my wedding, I'm still asking myself what passed in my mind - when my wife asks me who was on the phone, I answer that it is the office, a serious problem that requires my presence and that I must leave immediately. Having regard to the duration of the round trip plus one hour of work at least, if all goes well, I will be away for three or four hours, I tell her
My wife expresses her discontent, "For once when we have a visitor!". Leaving home, I hear her saying: "Gérard, I hope that this will not disturb you keeping me company for dinner ». I take the car, which I leave a few hundred meters further and I return to my steps, gently, as silently as possible. I spy them from the terrace (which surrounds the house and which is accessible to all parts, except the kitchen and bathrooms, with large door windows), when they are in the living room, still sitting at the same place, one opposite the other, Gérard looking to the legs of my wife or her cleavage, especially when she bends over. I find that time is passing slowly and thousand times I wonder what I am doing here. I'm about to consider abandoning this stupid game when Murielle stands up from the couch, disappears momentarily and reappears in the dining room. She starts dancing, I hear music, disco of Tamla Motown that she loves. Gerard joins her after a while. My gaze is fixed on my wife, she is beautiful, I love seeing her dancing. She sways, moves her torso with sensuality, and shakes her hips. I’m watching her breasts that one can guess bouncing and swinging under her shirt. I'm starting to have a hard on. Thinking that she also excites another man pleases me also (I'll be served). Regularly she pulls on her short skirt that tends to shift up along her legs. The more she dances the more I’m staring to her. Gerard takes her hands to rock her, he slows the pace; it makes him move the arms, the torso, he guides her to spin on herself and one still can guess her tits swinging under her shirt. Her skirt goes up along her legs, slowly but inexorably. I think I see Murielle attempt to free one of her hands from the outlet of Gérard, but she cannot; they laugh and the skirt goes up and up. I become more and more excited; I'm guessing that Gérard also enjoys. I’m now staring to the legs of my wife that become more and more uncovered while the small green skirt shifts up. I see a small white triangle appearing, both at the front as at the back. The skirt reaches the level of her buttocks, I see their curves and I‘m surely not the only one watching. I see the bulging of her pubis, her sex through the white tissue of her panty. My look is really fixed on this part of my wife’s body while she dances. I also see that Gérard does not hesitate to put his hands on my wife's buttocks during some movements. He does not hesiate to grope her, her buttocks, her belly, her legs, even her breasts, the bastard. The worst is that my wife does accept all this. I'm starting to become jealous, something is going wrong. And at the same time, I'm excited. They stop dancing. I see Murielle from the back, Gérard in front of me. He approaches my wife. "No, he's not going...! No, he did not kiss her and I’m relieved. He is very close to her, he drops her hands and she takes the opportunity to shift down her skirt. I see him speaking to her, and then both look down towards the chest of my wife, Gérard touches her but I can't see what he is doing. He takes her hands back and they start dancing again at a very slow pace, making movements one towards the other, close to each other and then moving away but remaining almost on the spot. Gérard still speaks and laughs. He leads her doing a pirouette and at this point I have a shock. Did I see it right? And yes, her blouse is wide open held only by one button. During the dance when the pace accelerates the sides of the shirt fly in any sense unveiling one or the other breast or both. Often a shoulder and a breast are completely uncovered by the slipping of a sleeve and Murielle tries in vain to put it back to its place. Just settled on one shoulder and it is the other sleeve that will slip completely revealing another part of her chest. I have tingling of excitement in my belly; my cock is hard. Murielle’s tits live their own lives, dancing their way by moving in all directions. I am fascinated, and more and more angry, jealous. Now, it is clear in my mind that Gérard has the situation in hand; that it is he who runs my wife and that she does what he wants. There is a strange feeling inside me, a mixture of anger and extreme excitement. I take out my dick which is hard, stiff and completely wet and I start masturbating while watching the waltz of breasts that sway and the panties of my wife again visible because the skirt is completely up again. I’m masturbating while watching the exhibition of my wife, I’m jerking and watching my wife becoming the toy of this stranger.
Her blouse eventually completely falls down from her shoulders and she stands chest nude in front of this man. She struggles to release her arms and they stop dancing. I see my wife by three-quarters, Gérard slightly from the back. He approaches her still holding her hands and without hesitation begins to lick her tits, to suck her nipples. He licks her chest, passing from one breast to the other, focusing on the nipples. He releases Murielle and his hand slides along her leg from the outside and caresses her buttocks through her panties. From where I am I can see only a part of his hand and his arm moving. He slips his hand in her panties, from the bottom, I guess caressing her buttocks. His mouth continues to deal with the chest of Murielle. My wife has her eyes closed; she surely is gasping. In any case she enjoys. And I stroke hard my dick and at the same time I’m full of jealousy. I do not understand what is happening to me. I’m watching, I ogle and I am masturbating. Gérard moves a bit. His hand leaves the buttocks of my wife and goes back to her chest. He starts tickling her breasts and nipples, caresses them then clamps them. He plays with them, sometimes tenderly, sometimes brutally. I'm starting to hear the groans of Murielle through the door. Gérard begins to caress with his left hand my wife’s pussy through her panty. But this does not last long, and he slips his hand into her panties, from the top. Murielle which now has her head leaning towards Gérard spreads her legs. I feel my belly full of jealousy. But I'm too excited also and I continue to look and jerk. I can clearly see the movements back and forth of his hand under the cloth. Regularly the hand stops moving and only light movements of rotation are visible. Then the movements of back and forth resume, stop, resume. His other hand leaves the nipples of my wife and goes back at the buttocks by sliding gently along her leg. His hand also disappears in the panties from my wife, from the top. He caresses her butt first. Then his arm movements make me guess that his fingers are in the furrow of her buttocks and move back and forth. Does he play with her ass? Or the fingers of his right hand encounter the fingers of his other hand that is active at the front? I will never know. I am mesmerized by what I see. Murielle moans become more audible. I stop caressing me because I feel that I’m about to cum. My cock is hard, nearly painful! Suddenly, while the hands of Gérard at the front and at the back are gently caressing her, Murielle spreads her legs a bit more and flexes the knees. She starts shaking her hips, miming the sexual act. My wife rejects her head back, screaming, her hips are subject of sudden, rapid movements; convulsive, she grabs the arm of Gérard while continuing to scream, and then rests her head on his shoulder. She shakes all over her body.
My wife has cum under the caresses of a stranger! I have bad stomach; I want to hit my fist on the wall. But at the same time, I’m about to cum, even without touching me. She calms down, moves away from the man, put back her shirt on her shoulders and without touching further her clothes takes Gérard’s hand and guides him to the sleeping rooms.
I am stunned, KO. In a hurry, I start putting also my stuff in place, which is not a sinecure (try storing a dick in full erection in your jeans, you'll see) and I'm running around the house towards the sleeping room while moaning about not having thought to check if the shutters or curtains were not closed (but could I predict what would happen?). I’m lucky, everything is open.
Murielle is sitting on my side of the bed, away from the window. I see her back. In front of her, dude, trousers at the ankles and underpants at knee height. For the little that I can see from his body movements, Murielle plays with the cock of Gérard. From time to time, he guides her by moving her arm or hands. He resumes caressing her breasts and he really seems to enjoy. On my side, seeing my wife taking the initiative to play with his cock, hence showing that she wants it, a huge sadness overwhelms me and at the same time my excitement takes over and I start again having a hard on. Everything is in the imagination because I see nothing concrete, just the movements.
This game takes a while until my wife, yet not an amateur of blowjob, takes the man’s cock in her mouth. The movement of her head is explicit; the one of her arms also. She seems to appreciate, the bitch. Again, I have bad stomach. Jealousy is there again. Gerard, does appreciate and often guides her head, speeding up or slowing down the movements, even interrupting them from time to time.
Gérard gently pushes the head of my wife away and lays her down on the bed. She lies on her back, with her chest exposed and her skirt wrapped around her hips. From there where I am placed, I see it well. She has her legs spread. She lightly lifts the head and speaks to him. While watching her, he starts to masturbate, a smile on his lips. Something is happening between these two persons there. I am fascinated by the sex of the man. I finally can see that Gérard is confirming the rumors circulating on his account. His cock is huge, monstrous both in length and size. Impressive. And his balls (you may imagine that I took the opportunity to look at it carefully) can hardly fill the hand of an honest woman. They talk; my wife several times knocks negatively with her head. After a while of exhibition, Gerard gets rid of his pants and his underpants and bends over to remove her panties. She is consenting and leans on her feet to lift her basin and to facilitate his work. The last stronghold defending access to the fortress has fallen, carelessly thrown down by the assailant! She remains in this position, legs wide spread while leaning on her feet. The man kneels in front of her. I have a c***dish reaction, I whisper:” No, no question, this is a reserved domain, it belongs to me” and it is with spite that I see the man's head disappearing between my wife's thighs, his two hands slid under her buttocks.
It doesn't take long for Murielle to start fussing and I hear even her moans. My cock is about to explode. I start jerking again, stopping often to avoid ejaculating. Gerard stops his oral caresses and with both hands lifts my wife's legs. She now has the knees almost on her chest. With his left arm, he keeps the legs of Murielle in this position and his head goes back to the assault of her ass. His right arm joins his head and from the movements that I can see, I infer that he must be fucking her manually. One finger? Two? More? One in her pussy and another one in her ass? I will never know. But one thing is sure, Murielle does appreciate and is now screaming hard. I cannot stand it anymore and I ejaculate long strokes of fuck against the wall and on the ground on the terrace. I've never cum so hard. I have never heard my wife like that either. I lean on the wall to come to my senses and calm my body. The excitement disappears and the feelings take over and I collapse. But what is happening here? What happens to me? How can I do this and cum by watching my wife cheat on me? I am overwhelmed with jealousy and shame. I feel deceived, my trust betrayed, my love scorned. I must confess that I wept, of sadness, pain and shame. In my confusion, I still hear Murielle moans, yelps, cries. I want everything to stop, rushing in the room, take them both and throw them out as bastards. But I refrain from doing anything. Am I not at the origin of this situation? Why did I do this? Although I do not understand what happens to me, although I can't explain how I can be simultaneously jealous and sexually excited, I succeed in calming me down. The yelps and groans of Murielle continuing to filter out, I return to my observation post. She is lying on her back in the middle of the bed. The man is lying on her, the legs of Murielle clutching his hips. He moves with long slow strokes of his pelvis then accelerates sharply causing Murielle to shout loud.
He stops, pauses a moment, then resumes, this time by shots, short and powerful strokes of his hips. He maintains this rate and then breaks again and slowly resumes his long strokes. A real fucker. When he starts again with his shots, Murielle starts screaming. She again has an orgasm. Believe it or not, but I again have tingling in my belly. Gérard stops shortly after, and lies on its side, one hand on my wife's belly.
I am more than ever full of jealousy and I have cravings of murder. But I resigned myself, I have no choice and I do not want that they start again fucking. Also, I rush to the car, come back home and park the car in front of the entrance with as much as noise a possible. I continue to make noise when I enter into the house and I'm at the level of the living room when Murielle joins me. I kiss her, enjoying feeling her buttocks and noticing that she did not put back her panties. She stinks sex ("I should say: ' she smells', but no, really she stinks of this characteristic odor from after fucking). I make no comment. I give her an explanation for my premature return and ask after our visitor. “At the toilet”, she says. He joins us a few minutes later and does not seem confortable but I do not make any allusions.
Gérard leaves us after dinner, a little over an hour later. And I start asking questions or to make stupid comments to my wife. Of the kind «I hope he did take benefit of my absence to seduce you?» or "Hey, you would have not wanted to check the rumors by chance?" or "Why haven't you yet had diner? '' And the more my wife answers me with stupid things the more I get excited, I feel my cock taking life again, getting hard. Again! The ultimate is reached when she responds to one of my silly questions: "but my love, you know that I am not the kind to deceive you with the first man that I would meet. And look at him, he is not even charming. »
I drag her to the sleeping room whispering that I want her. When caressing her, impatiently, I tell her that she is very wet. She replies that it is because she also wants me hard (you betcha!). I dip my cock in the cum of her lover. I enjoy it and cum very quickly. That night, we made love several times, what did not happen to us for years. And for two weeks, or three weeks, we have renewed the feat of this night.
Today, five months later, I am full of questions. I am jealous, more than ever. I regularly search through the whole house looking for clues that might tell me that she maintains one or more extramarital relationships, but I still did not found anything. Maybe finally she is a loyal wife, except in particularly exceptional circumstances!
For what I’m concerned, this whole thing intrigues me. I do not understand and cannot explain my behavior. First, why did I cause this situation? Is it that I wanted to test the faithfulness of my wife? Are these my voyeur tendencies that led me to let my wife alone with this man? I also believe that a normal man does not masturbate or ejaculate when he sees his wife to be dredged up or fuck by a complete stranger. A normal man would intervene and do everything he can to avoid it. I cannot explain these sensations, extreme and opposite; very strong jealousy on one side and the sexual excitement on the other. Would jealousy be generating sexual pleasure? Would it be my voyeur tendency that would be causing this pleasure, jealousy coming into it because one of the participants is the beloved one? I don't know but I am sure that if the woman that I was observing had not been my wife, the pleasure would have been less intense. What is this?
In any case, after this experience I wonder how pervert I am.
Mikhaela
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