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!