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I installed cameras around the house that I have live access to on my phone.
I was traveling, in a seminar, about sixty kilometers from home in Normandy with one night, Thursday, to spend there. We finish the meal (and the aperitif) late and when it's time to go to bed, I look at my phone showing no notifications from Gaëlle. I'm a little surprised, insists first by messages then I call her after about ten minutes without her picking up. I then decide to watch the live cameras from the apartment.
My arms fall from me, a feeling of unease mixed with perverse excitement runs through my entire body in front of the scene which is currently taking place in my own house. Gaëlle is in the company of, I count them, one, two, three (!) black guys in the middle of my living room and they're not watching a movie... I'm as shocked as I am excited. It's like watching a porno but in which I would be an actor or rather a producer somewhere.... I'm angry with her for not having warned me but I'm even more excited because she didn't do it ...
At the beginning, I try to understand if she is being sodomized by one of the protagonists. What is certain is that he is inside her and that the range of movements shows that he is well endowed. She is on all fours on my carpet giving oral sex to another guy I have never seen.
Then I have a surge of jealousy that leads me to call her back. I see Gaëlle getting fucked in the ass while she sucks a big cock. I see her stop at her business when the third person hands her his cell phone. She rests on her elbows and no longer on her wrists to manipulate her phone while she is penetrated. I see that she hesitates to answer and that she ends up leaving her ringing in the void. I guess once the call is over she looks at all the messages I sent her. I called her back a second time and she answered me immediately in a voice that was cluttered (probably from sperm). I concentrate on the suspicious noises but I observe that her tormentor has slowed down considerably and is thrusting into her discreetly.
I ask her if she's okay since she hasn't texted me tonight or answered the phone. She tells me that everything is fine and that they fell asleep in front of the TV. I'm in a dilemma. Either accuse her of ******** with three guys at home without having been informed with the consequence that she would discover the cameras in the house (she believes they are just motion detectors), or let it slide... I obviously can't give up the cameras because it's the link with the little control over her that I have left... So I wish her good night and we say I love you. Barely rested, or rather thrown the phone aside, she resumes her blowjob with a vengeance and I guess that the cock strokes in her body are also more violent.
I would be lying if I said that I didn't masturbate in front of the scene.... But this situation, which I find sufficiently embarrassing, warrants some investigation. I access the recordings of the day to understand who these men are who are fucking my wife in my home. I look at all the rooms and I am once again amazed when I notice the presence of two refrigerated bags stamped Uberats in the entrance. Is she really getting picked up by delivery guys??? My God, what a bitch!!
I scroll back up to 9:48 p.m. where I see that she is approaching the front door in her bathrobe. She opens the door and I see a man in a helmet handing her an order in a kraft bag. She receives him and they talk for a few minutes. I always masturbate while thinking about their exchanges (it's so easy for a woman...). I can see from behind that Gaëlle is opening her bathrobe in front of him.... He doesn't hesitate long before touching her chest. She invites him to come home and makes him sit on the couch. He takes off his helmet. It's okay, I see Gaëlle from the front in the living room and I can say that she is completely naked under her open bathrobe. The delivery man therefore has access to the entire privacy of my wife, who is so prudish on a daily basis...
They are joking. In my head, I tell myself that he knows how this is going to end and I also know what he thinks of my wife.... This kind of nympho to fuck, an opportunity. to satisfy this bourgeoisie in need. They appear to be having a serious conversation in which he appears to be expressing his disagreement. She points to his phone, which he wears on his wrist over his raincoat. He removes it and makes a call while she kneels in front of him and ties up her hair. I know what she's about to do. He looks at his phone as if the communication had stopped and calls back but this time if by video, judging by the way he holds his phone and the light emanating from his screen. My wife takes out his cock and I can imagine his penis disappearing into her throat. She is sucking him. He films or rather he shows it to his interlocutor. The communication stops and it stays like that for about ten minutes.
Until, at precisely 10:04 p.m., she goes to the door to open this time not for one but for two delivery men who have brought their refrigerated bag probably so as not to have it stolen. She also redirects them to the couch. They all take off their pants and underwear, probably at his request. Gaëlle sucks them each in turn. It's terribly exciting.... I regret experiencing this moment through the mediation of a screen, without smelling the odors and hearing my wife's moans under the onslaught of the cock strokes. I fast-forward the porn film being filmed at home. I didn't see any condoms, although I can't believe she didn't ***** them. I return to the live stream and I am once again shocked to see my wife's body disappear under that of three strangers who are now double penetrating her (she loves it) while she sucks a third. She is in a very bad situation even though she told me that she was going to bed... I perceive the delicious sensation of suffering mixed with pleasure on her face, this magnificent dilemma to contemplate on the face of one's wife when she is receiving several members.
She receives slaps, I jump out of my bed. It's too much, it can't continue like this...I'm hesitant to go home but what would I look like if I physically surprised my wife with 3 men? But above all, why didn't she tell me anything? Is she hiding things from me??? Is this a breach of trust or is this provided for in our "contract"? She has already warned me afterwards without me being able to really blame her with the exchange of photos and videos generally cutting any argument short. It's not that, it's the fact that she's blatantly lying to me, why is she doing that? She didn't even put the camera on a tripod, it's not a surprise or a gift, I don't understand. She seems to like it, and she asks for more smacks.
Whoever is on her takes his phone and films the scene, I tell myself that everything is degenerating and that is exactly what we should be afraid of with these kinds of "unselected" profiles. For the camera, he spanks her a few times which I guess were loud, he says to her hair. I am condemned to inaction, to helplessly endure this scene. I end up having a contrite orgasm, guilt-ridden but beneficial because it allows me to regain my lucidity. So I call Gaëlle who sees my call very clearly on the telephone which is at the height of her head, on the sofa. She decides not to answer it deliberately. So I choose to go and join her. In less than 5 minutes I am already in my car and the GPS shows an arrival time in 35 minutes. I clumsily manipulate the phone to sometimes have the GPS displayed, sometimes the direct video. I have to plug in my phone whose battery is visibly dwindling. I'm in front of the house, I haven't even sent a text message because the longer the time that separates me from my last orgasm, the more the dominant feeling is excitement, it takes precedence over guilt.
I'm parked on my street, engine running for the heater. I reopen the application. My God, there are now 4 of them!!! I had to prioritize the GPS for about fifteen minutes, is that possible?? I go back through the history and notice that another man has entered my home. It was opened by one of them. They know each other well based on their warm greetings. He must want to benefit his friend. How can we blame him when we see Gaëlle, and not only her body, her way of being, her blue eyes which reflect her desire to always have more and to always push the limits. She doesn't even seem surprised by the arrival of a fourth stranger who comes to place his cock directly in my wife's mouth (I often wonder if she really ends up knowing the difference between all these cocks...). I hesitate to go home to also enjoy my wife, to contemplate her, to film her face marked by the sensations of her own body. At least I'm nearby in case something goes wrong.
It's 11:30 p.m. and she continues to be fucked, what endurance... She is now lying on the floor and they take turns taking her between two trips to the fridge. I wonder, with a certain excitement, if this is the first time they have come... She has the power to make them feel comfortable, too comfortable perhaps since they help themselves in complete impunity in the fridge and joke while one of them fucks my wife missionary in front of the others. It is an object of pleasure to use without care. They don't respect her. The spectators comfortably seated on the sofa while ******** my ****** get excited and give instructions to their companion with very evocative gestures. They laugh at this situation, gargling at the easy pleasure they give my wife. Slaps are given, fingers are plunged into her mouth, her hair is pulled, her nipples are pinched. One of them even kneels on her face so she can lick more than just his genitals. She accepts everything, in a daze, I guess she is exhausted and barely lucid. They play with her. This is what she wanted, too bad for her, it will teach her a lesson. They change position, Gaëlle is now on all fours, on her elbows, her ass in offering.
I revel in this situation that she now seems to be experiencing physically and especially psychologically. She has become an object of curiosity, they are testing her limits. A few fingers in his ass which they bring to his mouth. Some photos too. She does everything, I know no limits to Gaëlle. His only limit is me. So I muster up my courage to send him a message "I'll be there in 15 minutes". She doesn't even react anymore and she probably would never have checked her cell phone if it hadn't been carried by one of the delivery guys. She gets rid of the foreign bodies and, panicked, invites them to leave. They don't seem decided and I think she quickly understands, to get to know men, that she has to finish them off. They stand up and stand around her, on their knees, holding the thighs of each of them, their mouths open and their tongues stuck out. They end up on her face and breasts.
I see them leave laughing, hugging each other as if celebrating a victory. They put on their helmets and get on, 3 of them, on the poorly maintained and very noisy scooter. They all take the same direction and disappear into the calm and anonymity of Paris. For the fourth, he leaves on foot and comes in my direction using the same sidewalk. I don't wait for him to reach me before going to meet him on foot. I imagine myself interrupting him succinctly: "Are you okay? Did you fuck my wife and empty your balls on her with your friends?" None of these words come out of my mouth with the exception of an awkward "good evening" to which this tall, 1.90m black guy doesn't even deign to respond.
I go home and Gaëlle secretly hoping that she hasn't had time to take a shower. In any case I will own it tonight.
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