08-03-2020, 03:19 AM
There is some conversation between the old men, which I guess is something to the effect of "give us a turn too" because the configuration changes. Jack takes his dick out of my wife's slutty cunt. The other two men push her off the stool. Jacks sit on the stool. Her bra is taken off and thrown to the side. Her dress is pushed down and discarded too. And then my buck naked wife, right out there in the open poolside, is bent over.
"Filthy filthy puta!!" I heard Rolf say in a delirious voice as he starts spanking my wife's big round upturned ass.
She starts wriggling her ass in response to the blows. She seems to want to move away but Jack has her firmly in place with his dick in her mouth. Yan is holding an arm too. As I watch my slutty wife yelp and dance around, her ass being spanked roughly by the short fat hispanic old man, I can't hold it in anymore. I cum. I cum at the sight of my wife being spanked like a bitch by a stranger while she sucks another stranger's dick.
I later wonder why that moment is when I came. Maybe it was a combination of the undeniable perverted eroticism of what was happening, and her being punished and called names. Although it was not really truly punishment as such, just sexual sadism, but seeing my wife being spanked and berated gave me a release.
After spanking her ass until she is howling and crying, Rolf stops and then enters her. His fucking is hard and rough, even more so than Jack's. And Jack seems to enjoy the sight of my comely milf wife bent over sucking his dick and being banged like this by his ugly friend, because he suddenly sighs loudly and leans back.
He must have cum a lot and somehow hit the back of her throat because Archana starts gagging and retching. Rolf's dick slips out of her cunt as she stumbles around, bent over and and stark naked, as she coughts and vomits out a combination of alcohol and semen.
That triggers my gag reflex too because I start hurling violently standing there behind the compound wall.
"HEY! WHO'S THERE?!!" I see Steve jump up at the sound of my puking.
He runs in my direction. I consider my options. He knows who I am. I could just finish vomiting, then confront him, confront my wife, confront everyone. Make a scene. Kick her out.
But at that moment, my male ego feels an odd shame and fear. Even if I do that, I will be revealing that I, her husband and soulmate and lifelong friend have been watching all this depravity unfold without doing anything more than jacking off. I did not even think to join in! That just seems too embarrassing a prospect to face up to.
So I run. I run away from the house and up a small wooded hill. Steve has now reached the part of the wall where I was spying from. There is a lull in the action surrounding Archana too, because the three old men are standing naked with their dicks hard looking at Steve. And she is just slumped naked over the bar stool, drooling.
Steve scans the surroundings but can not see me. He walks up to the men and there is some active discussion with worried expressions. Finally I see them making a decision. Rolf and Yan prop up my naked wife around each of their shoulders, and walk back inside with Jack and Steve.
I sneak out of my place and sneak around the house, looking through windows. But I can't see them. Clearly they have taken her inside to some room hidden away from outside intruders. I finally give up.
Angry tears streaming down my face, I sit in the car for a while thinking maybe there will be something more I can see. But there isn't. I guess that is it for the night in terms of my self-loathing voyeurism.
What are the four men doing with her in there, I wonder. Is she being spit roasted like before? Sandwiched? Is there double penetration? Has she let other men into her ass after denying my kink for decades? There is no way for me to know. Finally, the tumult gets too much to take. I drive home.
Thank heavens our daughter isn't home and all the neighbors are asleep, because I am a blubbering mess when I get home. Yes, I have seen her be unfaithful before, but this was just something above and beyond what I could stomach. In a haze, I walk to our kitchen, pick up a bottle of whiskey and just chug it like water. It burns my throat, but my chaotic mind needs calming.
"Filthy filthy puta!!" I heard Rolf say in a delirious voice as he starts spanking my wife's big round upturned ass.
She starts wriggling her ass in response to the blows. She seems to want to move away but Jack has her firmly in place with his dick in her mouth. Yan is holding an arm too. As I watch my slutty wife yelp and dance around, her ass being spanked roughly by the short fat hispanic old man, I can't hold it in anymore. I cum. I cum at the sight of my wife being spanked like a bitch by a stranger while she sucks another stranger's dick.
I later wonder why that moment is when I came. Maybe it was a combination of the undeniable perverted eroticism of what was happening, and her being punished and called names. Although it was not really truly punishment as such, just sexual sadism, but seeing my wife being spanked and berated gave me a release.
After spanking her ass until she is howling and crying, Rolf stops and then enters her. His fucking is hard and rough, even more so than Jack's. And Jack seems to enjoy the sight of my comely milf wife bent over sucking his dick and being banged like this by his ugly friend, because he suddenly sighs loudly and leans back.
He must have cum a lot and somehow hit the back of her throat because Archana starts gagging and retching. Rolf's dick slips out of her cunt as she stumbles around, bent over and and stark naked, as she coughts and vomits out a combination of alcohol and semen.
That triggers my gag reflex too because I start hurling violently standing there behind the compound wall.
"HEY! WHO'S THERE?!!" I see Steve jump up at the sound of my puking.
He runs in my direction. I consider my options. He knows who I am. I could just finish vomiting, then confront him, confront my wife, confront everyone. Make a scene. Kick her out.
But at that moment, my male ego feels an odd shame and fear. Even if I do that, I will be revealing that I, her husband and soulmate and lifelong friend have been watching all this depravity unfold without doing anything more than jacking off. I did not even think to join in! That just seems too embarrassing a prospect to face up to.
So I run. I run away from the house and up a small wooded hill. Steve has now reached the part of the wall where I was spying from. There is a lull in the action surrounding Archana too, because the three old men are standing naked with their dicks hard looking at Steve. And she is just slumped naked over the bar stool, drooling.
Steve scans the surroundings but can not see me. He walks up to the men and there is some active discussion with worried expressions. Finally I see them making a decision. Rolf and Yan prop up my naked wife around each of their shoulders, and walk back inside with Jack and Steve.
I sneak out of my place and sneak around the house, looking through windows. But I can't see them. Clearly they have taken her inside to some room hidden away from outside intruders. I finally give up.
Angry tears streaming down my face, I sit in the car for a while thinking maybe there will be something more I can see. But there isn't. I guess that is it for the night in terms of my self-loathing voyeurism.
What are the four men doing with her in there, I wonder. Is she being spit roasted like before? Sandwiched? Is there double penetration? Has she let other men into her ass after denying my kink for decades? There is no way for me to know. Finally, the tumult gets too much to take. I drive home.
Thank heavens our daughter isn't home and all the neighbors are asleep, because I am a blubbering mess when I get home. Yes, I have seen her be unfaithful before, but this was just something above and beyond what I could stomach. In a haze, I walk to our kitchen, pick up a bottle of whiskey and just chug it like water. It burns my throat, but my chaotic mind needs calming.
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