I am happy to share my stories. But, French of origin, thank you for your understanding for my English which remains very imperfect!
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2 days ago I came home a little earlier than usual from work and caught my husband in our living room fucking my best friend!
"Paul, you're just a pig with a tiny prick! Nelly is a real slut! I hope you both get bored quickly! In the meantime, I'm going back to my parents! Ciao, asshole!" This is the text message I sent him.
At 35, married for 10 years, I'm tired: I gave everything to my job and everything to Paul. I feel like everything is collapsing around me.
Without giving too many explanations, I got my boss to let me work from home for ten days and went to my parents who have a very nice house near Avjgnon (Provence).
While driving, I told myself that I was going to take my revenge and give free rein to my imagination to have fun with the greatest number of guys!
"OK. Cool!" Are the words of Eddie, my 19 year old little brother, when I told him that I was going to stay at home with him for a few days. Our parents are on a cruise in the Mediterranean.
This first day, I worked a lot. Around 6 p.m., I put on my bathing suit and went to the edge of the pool to swim and cool off a bit. I should have gone earlier because, barely out of the lot and lying on my towel, I saw Eddie and 4 of his friends arrive. When they saw me they very politely came to greet me and then rushed to the pool house to take a shower.
And they really needed it because they work hard during the day for picking fruits. It is now the height of nectarine season and spending 8 hours under a blazing sun makes these young convicts sweat. They even really stink!
I hear them heckling in the showers for long minutes. Eddie is the first to come back by the pool.
"They're my college buddies and they're all on the swim team. Me, I am the healer... Finally, I am in charge of the first aid kit and the massages in case of problems..."
"And which one is your boyfriend?!" The question is straightforward, but Eddie came out last Christmas and we all took it very well in the family. He is a very nice boy, full of humor. He is very smart and even a year ahead. Physically, he's in good shape, but he's definitively not an athlete...
"None! You know, I flutter around and don't try to attach myself to anyone..."
Our conversation ends when the 4 swimmer jocks join us, all proudly wearing their team's speedos. Behind my sunglasses, I can observe them freely and what I see delights me!
They all have swimmers' bodies, well developed, a little slender, with bulging muscles, pecs and abs of steel, V-shaped backs, broad and solid shoulders, muscular thighs.
The only downside is that they have no body hair (I know it's one of the obligations of their sport, but it's a bit of a shame). I notice that they have all kept the line of hair that starts from their navel to get wider when it enters into their swimming trunks: it's quite sexy!
The first thing that I of course studied was what they have in the speedo and, at this level, believe me, you can't be disappointed: their buttocks rebounded by their long workouts in the swimming pool stretch the fabrics to its limit and it is a pleasure to see them walking from behind; the front is even more obscene because the tissue that sticks to their anatomy hides nothing!
You can clearly see which direction their penis is pointing and easily imagine the size of their equipment... And nature has obviously provided them well!
My phone rings and I go back to my room to chat with my boss. It lasts, it lasts... I hear the laughter and cries of my brother's pals in the distance. While listening to my boss, I look out the window and see them all stark naked and lying on the poolside tiles.
The conversation finally ends and I rush to join them to start savoring my revenge against Paul: I want to fuck all these beautiful young studs, gorged with testosterone, with young cocks so eager to spit out the liters of cum that their big balls make on demand!
They didn't notice me coming to the edge of the pool, apparently telling each other sex stories... I lie down quietly and then ask them if they want an ice cream or something cold to drink.
Surprised to hear me and to be caught naked, they get up in a flash and start rushing to their towels...
"No, no guys, it's really OK for me. I'm myself by the way going to imitate you..." I tell them while taking off my bikini top, freeing up my still firm and well-pointing breasts.
They are all standing up and facing me and I can really study their cocks.
Matthieu seems to be the oldest of the group (he's actually 22 years old, being 2 years behind), he has the most developed body. He is very blond with blue eyes, has a devastating smile. His cock has already stretched out a bit and it begins to lift with each beat of his heart. He is not intimidated at all by the situation, keeps his legs apart, hands on his hips, visibly proud of what he is showing me.
Franky is a bit of the opposite: very black hair (of course short like the others). It's cute to see him all intimidated, trying to hide with his hands his cock that he couldn't control. It points proudly towards the sky and I sense it is a tool of good size.
Ali and Karim are apparently identical twins: same height, same build, same dark, slightly curly hair. Laughing and very dark eyes. A cheeky smile. Dark, sun-burnt skin. Like many Moroccans, their cocks are circumcised. They have started to swell and are stretching visibly. Their hairy balls came to press against the bottom of their cocks and they look as big as goose eggs!
Eddie, who is surprisingly better equipped than his physique let imagine, cuts the charm of the moment a little by asking who wants to drink what.