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Midsummer Night (Cuckold 4)Sperm is leaking at the corners of her lips.Silence wakes me up. It is total, abnormal. I feel the bed next to me: empty. Murielle is not there. Where is she?I do not move.I focus listening, but nothing, I hear nothing. Silence surrounds me from all sides.The house is empty, that is why this silence. The old demons beset me. Strange sensations of abandonment, of immense solitude. Panic.Where is Murielle? I get up and head with felted steps towards the door, being careful not to bump anything. It’s strange that I’m careful not disturbing the silence.The door. The door is closed. However when I went to bed, I had left it open. (I love asleep surrounded by household noises, sounds of voices).I’m recollecting the day before, the tennis party, my enthusiasm of having played well, not having won but having played well. All happy with my game, I had invited my partners for a drink at home. There was Robert, the husband of Anne, a c***dhood friend of Murielle, her best friend actually, Andre, the youngest in the band, single and Peter, a neighbor, the same age as Murielle. Peter had phoned his wife to join us, but she had to take care of the c***dren.The evening is spent in discussions around the tennis party of course and of course with lots of beer.Murielle proposes to have dinner together. She’s wearing a red Bermuda, which descends to the level of her knees and one of my shirts, with long sleeves, falling down to the level of her buttocks and which she had rolled up the sleeves to the elbow. I found her very attractive. When I had kissed her at our arrival, I had felt with the tip of my fingers that she was wearing a bra. It had relieved me. Although I am quite jealous, I love men looking to my wife. But in this case, it concerned my homies, if I exclude the neighbor with whom I have no real relationships.Wine, delicious meal, discussions, laughter. When the cheese was served, I felt too tired and I went to bed after greeting everyone. I’m sure that I had left the door slightly open.Arrived at the door I think of hearing something. I stick my ear to the door, and indeed, I hear muffled voices. Immense relief, I’m not alone. All my demons fly away and I nearly burst out laughing of my idiocy. Murielle is not alone, and I silently thank those in the group who stayed with her.I open the door as quietly as possible to surprise them: they are all still there, sitting around the table. A round table, comfortable for four, a fair bit for six. Murielle is in front of me or almost; Andrew on the left, I see him almost from the back, he has taken of his shirt; in front of Murielle is sitting Peter; I see him aside, he is only wearing his underwear and to the right of Murielle, sits Robert, apparently still completely dressed (in any case, he still has his shirt). I am surprised and change my mind: I will remain at the door and watch. “I snigger:” If you believe to be able to get Murielle undressed by playing poker with her guys, I’m afraid that you’re a bit wrong. Statistics and probabilities is Murielle’s daily subject of work, part of her risk management expertise. Forget it, no chance guys. »And yet, Murielle lays down her cards with a movement of bad humor. I hear muffled laughter. Sure, they take care not making noise. A discussion starts between tuzla ukraynalı escort Murielle and Robert, animated, but finally Murielle moves from her chair and climbs on the table. She no longer wears her bermuda, which makes me think that she is not in good shape this evening. Robert says something and she starts to unbutton her shirt. “The bastards”. I start having a hard-on. I start getting angry also. But Murielle does not unbutton her shirt completely and stops at the last three buttons. The low neckline is such that we see without problems her cute white breast and a part of her belly. Andrew takes the opportunity to pointedly look under her shirt and eye her ass; Peter is well positioned to have a view of first choice. In the movements made by Murielle to get down of the table, the shirt opens and her chest appears; a tit jumps out of the shirt while Murielle cannot prevent it immediately. Except Robert who is behind Murielle while she’s moving, the other two homies fully appreciate the show. Incidentally, I see Peter grapping his cock and stroking it. The game resumes. I am obsessed with my woman’s throat. According to her movements, the low neckline regularly reveals her tits, her aureoles and even her nipples. But… and what about her bra? When did she removed it? Has she lost it also? And under which circumstances? I realize that I missed a great part of the game already and this thought causes a twinge in my belly. My cock becomes even harder.Andrew loses his pants, Peter, ends up naked. The game must arouse him because his cock is well hard.And then Murielle loses again. I do not recognize her really, she’s usually a champion of poker. Again it is Robert that talks to her. She leaves her place, climbs on her chair and when she passes her hands under her shirt, probably to remove her panties that she’s lost in this game, Robert asks her to hold on. He turns to Peter. My dear neighbor gets up and walks naked as a new born to Murielle. He does not even make any effort to hide his erected cock. Murielle looks at him and smiles. She turns to Robert and exchanges a few words, then she looks towards the door of the room. I jump back, I feel my heart pounding in my chest. “Have she noticed me? ” I look around me; everything is dark, she cannot have seen me. “Will she find it strange to see the door open?”I go back to my observation position. Peter slips his hands under Murielle’s shirt and strokes softly her legs, slowly from top to down and back passing ostensibly on her buttocks. Murielle does not react and seems to enjoy when watching him. She whispers something that I do not understand. He takes off her panties, slowly and looking well under her shirt. Andrew is placed behind her and eyes as much as he can. Robert is at her side; no one is sitting at the table anymore. Murielle slightly raises her legs one after the other to allow Peter to remove her panties. To avoid falling from the chair, Murielle takes hold of Robert’s shoulder. When I assume that everyone is going back to their place at the table to resume the game, Peter plunges his head under Murielle’s shirt. She smiles and spreads her legs. Peter starts licking her pussy while caressing her legs. Andrew, from behind her, raises her shirt starts licking her ass. tuzla rus escort His tongue glides in her furrows. Robert on his side unbuttons the shirt completely. Murielle now stands with her body, breast, pussy, belly exposed to all of them. Robert hastens to petting her, playing with her nipples and groping her breasts.Alone in my corner, I am so excited that I start to masturbate. I am overwhelmed by this strange mixture of jealousy and huge arousal. Pain and pleasure; I have belly ache. But I can’t remove my eyes from what happens here a few meters from me.Murielle closes her eyes and quickly cums in a long moan. She has to grip Peter’s head and the backrest of the chair to avoid losing balance. Her body is shaking. The group helps her getting off the chair. Robert takes Murielle’s hand, draws her towards him and kisses her, passionately, his hands running all over her body. It hurts me to see them kissing. While Andrew behind Murielle gets rid of his clothes, Peter slips a hand on Murielle’s sex and starts masturbating her, his other hand fondling her chest, her back, her buttocks. Released from his clothes, Andrew sticks to Murielle’s back. He takes off her shirt and begins to rub his stiff cock between her buttocks in long strokes. She seems to love it because I see her pushing her ass towards Andrew’s cock. Robert leaves Murielle and steps back to watch. He releases his cock of his pants and starts to jerk. He is the only one who is still fully dressed. Murielle is attended to by Peter and Andrew. She remains passive, her legs spread wide. Andrew steps back a bit, takes his cock in one hand and with the other pushes lightly on Murielle’s shoulders forcing her to lean forward. After a few attempts, Andrew is sinking into my wife from behind. Murielle let out a squeak of pain or pleasure. Leaning forward, her breasts dangle and swing at the rhythm of the slow movements of Andrew who seems to be an expert. Peter crouches and while stroking her sex with one hand, he plays with her beautiful nipples that come and go along with Murielle banging breasts. From time to time he takes them in the mouth, sucks or pulls them with two fingers. He keeps an eye on Murielle’s pussy, when masturbating her. His arm movements clearly let me guess that he has put several fingers in my wife’s pussy. “Are these two guys both in her vagina, the one with his fingers, the other with his cock or are they sharing her two holes?” This thought causes pain in the belly and a pain in the heart. Would she accept to be taken by the ass while I never dared to do so?Murielle moans and sighs expressing the pleasure to be taken in hand by his two buddies. Robert takes advantage of Murielle’s bended position to slide his cock in her mouth. She welcomes him and clings with both hands to the buttocks of our friend. Robert gets quickly excited and begins to make suggestive movements with his basin: he uses Murielle’s mouth as a vagina. It is a phantasmagoric vision to see my wife taken like this by three men. Robert suddenly puts a hand on Murielle’s head and holds Murielle. He stops moving, his cock deep inside her mouth. He closes his eyes and I think hearing a light sigh. I’m guessing that he cums. On my side, I am myself about to ejaculate.Once Robert withdraws from escort bayan Murielle’s mouth, Peter rises and stays in front of my wife. Andrew withdrew also and holds Murielle by a shoulder, his cock in the other hand ready to take my wife again. Peter raises the right leg of Murielle and puts it against his hip. She lies down her head on his shoulder. When I see that Peter is about to penetrate Murielle from the front while Andrew is pushing his cock between Murielle’s buttocks, I explode in a growl that I could not control. My excitement and my climax are such that I’ve lost all notion of reality. I spunk all over the door but unfortunately, my grunt has not gone unnoticed. Lost in my orgasm, I see Murielle turning her head and staring at the door behind which I hide; sperm is leaking at the corners of her lips. I see her gently pushing back Peter and Andrew, take Peter by the hand and lead them both to the living room. Robert follows them after throwing also a glance toward the door.The living room, although nearby, is out of sight of the room. I feel completely stupid and ashamed of being betrayed. No doubt that I will from now on have a reputation of established perverted voyeur. I go round in circles treating myself of being an idiot. What a fool I am!I conclude that there are only three things to do: either I go to bed and I try to sleep, either I leave the room and I push everybody outside, or I sit there and listen to their sex game. I choose the last option.In silence, I dig around and find one of my shirts, which I will use to wipe the liquid that drips from the door and that bit of sperm that has fallen on the floor. Silence again has filled the house, but not for long. Posted near the door, I begin to hear the sighs and gasps recognizable among all. Murielle sighs loudly and even cries loudly her pleasure as if she wanted to pass the message: “So you’ve wanted to be a witness, you’ll be served!”And indeed, during a long while I will hear groans, sighs, cries, crude words, letting me imagine my wife taken one after the other by each of my buddies or even by all at the same time. I will hear repeatedly grumbling men without being able to distinguish between them; I will hear my wife cum a dozen times. I will myself, cum again.When silence settles again and I see Andrew and Peter retrieving their cloths near the table, I understand that the game is over. I have no notion of time, but the night should already be well advanced.I plunge into the bed where I am supposed to be waiting for Murielle’s return. I think of Murielle who I understand less and less as time goes by. That she is looking after erotic games, why not, but having sex like that, and even more with my homies, I hardly can understand or even accept. I think of my own behavior, of this ambivalence jealousy-arousal, pleasure-pain, which I still have not found a satisfactory explanation for.I fall asleep while my wife has not yet joined the bed.This has happened this year, during the Midsummer night.Since then, I did not accept any invitation to a tennis party. I sulk my friends, I cannot help it. I’m full of shame, shame of being Cuckold, shame also of not having reacted once more as I should have done. I also imagine my neighbor Peter taking advantage of my absence to visit my wife; I imagine that Robert would do the same. I have some doubts for Andrew who is single, he has quite a lot of success with women, but I can’t help but imagine him running around like a dog, the nose in the air looking for the aroused female.I imagine full of things and this is killing me.
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