Final blow (Cuckold 3)Arles, Saturday, June 2, 2012As every year since six years, we pass Murielle and I a weekend in Arles (South of France). We have our habits and have selected two hotels and a bed and breakfast where we go according to our moods, once the one, once the other. That day we spend it in the “Sainte Marie de la Mer”, walking around in the vicinity, on the beach and in the plains of the Camargue where we got a bit lost. It’s late when we return to the hotel, at the entrance of the town, and we decide to diner on the spot.Murielle wears a long skirt with a slot in the front, right in the middle of her legs. The slot rises very high and I like it. This excites me much, makes me fantasize; I like to think that her pussy is not far, easily accessible but hidden by her panties. She wears a white blouse, shoes with small heels, without stockings. I’m dressed casual”, with a jean’s. We arrive almost when the restaurant is closing and the staff is nice enough to accommodate us despite the late hour. We have diner as lovers, we are happy. I notice from time to time that Murielle escapes, staring far behind my shoulder with a smile on her lips while I’m talking, but I convince myself that we all have from time to time such kinds of absence.At the end of the meal, Murielle offers a last drink at the bar. I am surprised. It happened several times that I made such kind of proposal but she always declined them, preferring to return directly to the room. In this case of course I’m satisfied with this initiative, which I accept without hesitations.Murielle asks for an herbal tea, I will take a whisky. I kiss her before taking my first sip, that happy I’m.A man joins us at the bar coming from the restaurant. I had not seen him before since he was sitting back to me in the dining room.He settles on a stool next to Murielle. He orders an old Armagnac. We present ourselves and start discussing about everything and anything. Suddenly, Murielle leaves her stool and slips into my arms, which hugs me. I’m so happy. She whispers sweet words in my ear. I am too glad, proud to show my wife’s love to those who surround us and especially to this man who keeps watching us. Suddenly she whispers: “This guy has been staring to me the whole evening. I want to arouse him”. I remain banned, I have the impression of a cold shower, I think that I did misunderstand what she was saying. She repeats: “I want to excite him, to make him hot, to let him get a hard on.” “You want to make love with him?” I ask, worried with a node in the stomach. (In my head everything is jostling, is she having again “her uncontrolled impulses”?) (http://xhamster.com/user/pablotlse/posts/105753.html) “But no, of course not, only arouse him; it is not about having Sex”.”Are you sure?” I ask, still worried and nervous also. “Yes, don’t worry”. «But how will you proceed?» I ask again. “You’ll see”, she answers and she disappears to the toilets with her bag. She must have taken my last question for an agreement.I remain alone with the stranger, a bit embarrassed. The conversation resume and we quickly come to talk about cars and motorcycles. He seems to know a lot on motorcycles although he is not a biker himself. Suddenly the man pleases me, despite his cut beard and his arrogant attitude. He is younger than me; I would give him the age of my wife.Murielle returns a few minutes later, smiling, all joyous. She gets back on her stool. Something in her clothing has changed, but I can’t identify what. Conversations resume. At the beginning I participate, at least, they let me participate; from time to time the man speaks to me, but quickly I’m put apart. Murielle progressively positions herself to face ödemiş escort the stranger and soon I only can see her from aside, almost from the back. However, I notice that I can see her in the mirror of the bar. This reassures me, but after a while the feeling of being alone becomes hardly bearable. I often want to leave and go back to our bedroom rather than staying here watching them talking to each other, but I cannot leave my wife alone. I am jealous, suspicious. Her legs are crossed and well visible due to the deep slot of her skirt. The slot also allows her skirt to lift high enough for me to have a beautiful view on them; no doubt the view on her legs will be even more beautiful for the man sitting next to her. Suddenly a hand lands on one of her knees. I’m surprised, looking to Murielle, I fixe her neck hoping to inject the idea of a reaction in her mind; I try to meet her eyes in the mirror, but she ignores me completely. I see that she smiles at him, they continue to talk, his gaze goes from her face to her chest, probably because she does not stop quibbling with the top buttons of her blouse. Is she nervous? I panic a bit but I remember her promise: “no Sex”. I keep looking to her legs and what I was afraid of arrives of course. The hand moves, caresses her knee, go back and forth along her leg, slips even under the tissue and still no reaction of Murielle. No that’s not true, she reacts by uncrossing her legs. Seeing this, I start suffering the same pangs of sadness as the two other similar cases experienced in the past (http://xhamster.com/user/pablotlse/posts/455573.html); (http://xhamster.com/user/pablotlse/posts/457175.html): belly ache, a strong feeling of jealousy deep inside me and a hard erection that troubles me. I realize that I’m not only the third wheel but also that I’m playing the voyeur. The hand disappears completely under the skirt with explicit movements pushing Murielle to spread her legs further. It hurts me to see this, but thinking of Murielle’s panties being an obstacle to this exploration reassures me a bit. I see in the mirror that Murielle closes her eyes from time to time and pinches her lips; I note with despite that she enjoys. The look of the man goes from Murielle’s chest to her legs and back. He bends to kiss her in the neck but Murielle does not allow him to do so. She dismisses him, pushes back his hand and leaves her stool. She snuggles in my arms. I am relieved, oh, what relieved I am: the end of the ordeal! I look to the man with a smile of victory: “What did you think bastard? ” After a while, Murielle turns and leans all along on me. I have to keep me at the bar to avoid tumbling. She leans back on me, almost lying down. She takes my hand, puts it on her belly, let me understand that I have to caress her. I look at her and I discover what had intrigued me when she returned from the toilets: she did not wear her bra anymore. Her breasts are free, and worse, her blouse is partly unbuttoned, which was not the case when she came back. The man is watching us, his glass to his lips. Murielle says that he should come closer if he wants to enjoy the sight. He leaves his stool and takes Murielle’s one. Murielle balances her foot between his legs and caresses him between the legs. I’m surprised if not shocked. “What does she have in mind. ? Should she not be satisfied yet with what just happened, he must already be pretty aroused no?” While caressing the man with her foot, she whispers” Oh, very promising!” The man does nothing but continues to look at her from all sides. The bartender approaches. He pretends to clean a glass but it’s the same one since at least a quarter of an hour. I suspect him ödemiş escort bayan to ask us to go, but no he stays there, looks at us, or rather, looks to my wife. Murielle raises her head, grabs my neck with her arm and asks me to kiss her, which I do. She also makes me understand with her hand that I must continue to caress her belly. I’m very uncomfortably installed, with pain in the back as she strongly leans on me, and in addition, I have a hard on, my cock is tight in my jeans. I play the game, I’m even happy, because I fear nothing now. Murielle is with me, nothing can happen. We kiss intensively, she sucks my tongue and when I want to quit to ease my discomfort she holds me back by the neck. Hence I continue kissing and caressing her. She begins to sigh, which pleases me, convinced that my caresses and kisses arouse her; more particularly I’m also pleased thinking about that man who has to look at us, surely very disappointed. Murielle sighs more and more and eventually stops kissing me to scream of pleasure. It’s the first time ever that my wife does cum with only kisses and caresses but I’m quickly disillusioned. When I open my eyes, I see the stranger kneeled in front of my wife with his head and one hand between her wide spread legs. He is sucking her pussy. I discover also the bartender on my right. His cock is out of his pants and he is masturbating and rubbing his cock on Murielle’s right leg. I am shocked, stunned, KO. Murielle gently pushes back the man’s head who slowly gets up looking to her. What’s happening between them? He looks at me too, but stealthily. Murielle turns her head towards the bartender who now started groping her breasts. She does not care and does not react at all. A contrary, she likes it. On my side, since a few minutes I do not move, I’m paralyzed; I feel that nothing is going in the right direction. I no longer control anything, unlike what I thought. I even more realize that we are at the bar of the hotel, we are at a place where there may be people passing by, the bar being between the hotel’s entrance and the staircase to the rooms. The bartender unbuttons completely Murielle’s blouse and fully releases her breasts. He starts groping her. Murielle then speaks to the stranger:” Jerk”. The man in a first instance does not move, then, softly, while continuously staring to Murielle unbuttons his pants and releases his cock. It is huge, very thick, with a large head. He starts to jerk off but this seems not enough for Murielle. “I want to see your balls, show me your balls” she says. I do not recognize my wife. This cannot be my wife; I have never seen or heard her behaving like this. Completely lost and destabilized, I cannot help but watch with fascination at what is happening. I’m looking to that cock, which I even would have like to touch. The man releases his balls of his pants which falls down to the ankles. Nearby, the bartender is still groping Murielle and jerking off, rubbing his cock on her thigh or on her belly. Murielle takes me back by the neck and forces me to kiss her. I resist, I do not want to, I think that’s again a trick, but finally Murielle has the last word. I let her kissing me, sucking my tongue, sometimes painfully, and I rapidly feel Murielle moving, pushing and releasing her body against mine. Her body is shaking at such a point that I have to grab the bar and press her stomach to prevent falling backwards. I guess what is happening, but at this point, I do not care anymore. Fuck them! I no longer have any pleasure, focused to prevent falling. My back, my neck, my abdominal muscles are painful. When Murielle relieves me to start sighing and moaning, her head resting on my escort ödemiş chest, I see the bartender who plays with her nipples, kneading her boobs alternatively. I’m amazed to see the breasts of my wife also swollen, nipples erected and hard. I would have never thought that one day I would be watching so closely a man groping my wife. I look to the bartender, but he completely ignores me. He looks at his other hand that is placed on the pubis of Murielle and plays with her clit with his fingers. Unless he is also looking as fascinated as I’m to the cock of the bearded man going in and out of Murielle’s pussy in long strokes? The man is standing between the thighs of Murielle, holding her left leg upwards while fucking her in a steady pace. The smell of sex assails me. His cock is glistening wet. Murielle groans harder while my cock is painfully hard again. Murielle sighs more rapidly and loudly making me think that she’s not far of cumming. The bartender turns his head and looks to her. His gaze is fixed. He leaves the breasts of Murielle and starts to masturbate, stronger, faster and faster while continuing to stroke Murielle’s clitoris with the other hand. When with a deep grunt, he let go of his spunk, it provokes a cataclysm that I would have never imagined. From that moment onward, everything goes very fast. Murielle shudders when she feels the first drops of semen on her belly and thigh, she whimpers very loudly and sharp a “Ooooohhhhh!” She cums hard, very hard and longly. In a short time, my wife has sperm everywhere, on her chest, on her leg, on her belly, I have some on my arm and hand. Disgusting! At the moment when the bartender sprays us with his semen, the stranger stops moving, which leads Murielle pushing shouts of supplication. “No, continue, continue! The bearded then has one or two movements and digs ferociously deep in Murielle’s vagina and stays there. He also grows a whimper “slut, slut!” He cums deep inside of Murielle who takes off again, her body tightens, her right leg as well, she screams, shouts, yells to no end. It’s crazy! My balls are painful, my cock well hard but imprisoned in my jeans, immobilized by the weight of Murielle’s body. The bartender is the first to leave the scene to finish dressing behind his bar. Murielle is still lying on me, cooling down. I look at her, I am amazed by what just happened. Anger would take me later when I will start thinking. In the meantime, the bearded, after having dressed also, looks at me and with a wink says: ‘ she is damn good your wife. Give me a sign would you ever intend doing this again”. When Murielle has recovered, I guide her to our room holding her by the shoulders. I throw a last glance around us with the intention to retrieve her panties, which must be thrown somewhere. Without success. I suspect the bearded of having taken it as a trophy.In the bedroom, after having quickly undressed, Murielle collapses on the bed and falls asleep. I turn around in circles in the room. “Shall I jerk off to relieve me or wait for tomorrow to make love with Murielle? ” I take the second option and I spend a very bad and very restless night, often waking with an erected cock in hand. The morning after, Murielle wakes me up with hugs, which arouses me immediately and after riding my cock she makes me rapidly cum with a few movements of her hips. I could not retain myself, too much tension, my balls were too full. I am frustrated, unhappy, jealous. Murielle kisses me tenderly whispering me a “I love you, you are so great”.We fall asleep again until late in the afternoon. We will have to pay an extra to have kept the room too long.When closing our travel bags, I discover the underwear of Murielle, bra and panties. I am surprised, perplexed. Then, it is not the bearded who took it? Would she have removed it herself when she went to the toilets? But in this case, was she sincere when she told me that there would be no sex?