The third day of the holidays in Tunisia for Kira and her friends was centered by common decision a visit to the city of Tunis itself. Dan showed them the Bardo museum which seemed to interest particularly Kyrhan.
The girls were wearing long kaftans (embroidered djellabas) but Dan and Kyrhan had forbidden them to wear any undies underneath. The weather was very hot and none of them objected to their indecency. The curves of their body could be delineated under the material and their swaying breasts and hips gave dirty ideas to many a passerby.
Dan led them to the flower market, a large avenue lined with decorative trees and bordered by the French style official buildings : the opera, the cathedral and terminating at the majestic entrance of the souks, the Porte de France (France gate). Kyrhan had offered each girl a small bundle of jasmine flowers they were now wearing above their left ears. The group was now surrounded by a delicate cloud of sweet fragrance that dissipated the less sweet odors of transpiration.
They lost themselves soon into the small tortuous streets entering booths with gilded copper plateaus, other with lush carpets or many local craftsman. The sector of spices interested those who loved preparing food for their husbands and friends but the sector of jewel dealers focused the general attention. All the girls were offered some baubles, red coral from the Mediterranean Sea or other glittering jewels. Kyrhan offered all the girls except Kira zirconia ankle bracelets they put on to continue the visit.
After two hours they stopped to take mint tea and some oriental pastries. Kyrhan was smiling broadly. Kira asked him what made him so merry.
- Ladies, I'm pretty sure that you don't know how your ankle bracelets are nicknamed.
- No, we didn't know even that they had a special name for it! Go on!
- They are named cuckold bracelets. Women wearing them are said to look for attention and are easy prey to any true man.
- But all of you, guys, are true men! We're certainly permanently vying for your attention and ready to offer ourselves to any of you as completely as you may want! Does it make any of you a cuckold or any of us a cheat?
- Sincerely, I don't think so but we're a hedonistic group looking for sexual satisfaction. Peter seems to disagree!
- Personally, I confess I get a thrill of being cuckolded and humiliated publicly, not by any of you but by some low status uneducated man. Leena has met a perfect example : an Indian greengrocer who is an arrogant domineering fat belly-pot that now uses both of us regularly to pull a plough in his field and pimps my pretty white wife to some of his dark complexion friends in his seedy shop. He often plays rough with us and I love it even when he orders me to lick dry cum from Leena's belly. He would even like to knock up her!
- It's not impossible if you really want it! Just tell it to me, a few months in advance so that I modify my plans. But if you really like to be cuckolded publicly, I may organize something for you!
- By all means, Kyrhan!
Kyrhan had feared that after he had told the girls the name of the bracelets they were wearing, they would discard them. He was very proud that none of them chose that possibility and that all of them were showing off their ankles to exhibit the bracelets. Kira pestered both her husbands to be given an ankle bracelet, too until they agreed.
They resumed their visit of the souk. Dan asked to a man the direction to a restaurant in the souk itself. The one he looked for was installed on the first floor, above the commercial booths. The entrance was poorly advertised and the staircase was in poor state, the blue enameled tiles on the walls of the restaurant itself dated from one century at least but they were perfectly clean as the kitchen was, too.
The restaurant was so small that with eight people in, it was completely full. They chose briks (a crepe stuffed with tuna, eggs or nearly everything) and squids in harissa sauce (very hot) that deliciously burned their mouths. Kyrhan, Kira and the French men and women ate it without flinching but Leena and Peter requested load of bread to cool the fire in their mouths. Such hot food had a side effect : everyone of them was soon getting horny. Kyrhan and Dan chatted with the shop owner, named Mohamed, who smiled broadly when he was given a wad of banknotes and showed them another door leading to another staircase and the flat roof. It was surrounded by five feet high walls. There was a canopy of braided palm leaves that brought some shadow. The restaurant owner arrived soon with four small carpets and four green plastic armchairs
Kyrhan announced immediately his intentions as he bent down to catch the hem of Kira's dress and pulled it up, peeling it in a single move from his wife's body. The restaurant owner ogled her lush body without showing any surprise. He looked her from head to toe, with a leering grin. Dan followed his example with Virginia. Peter quietly pulled up Brigitte's kaftan and Jean stripped bare the beautiful Leena. Mohamed seemed overwhelmed just watching the superb bodies displayed in front of him. His grin evolved into a big smile and he disappeared down the stairs to the lower level. Kyrhan took a completely dazed Kira in his arms and deposited her on her back on a carpet.
He placed quietly her legs over his shoulders and without any foreplay he started to enter her back passage as usual. The three other men had also pushed their cocks into the cunts of the girls they had chosen to strip. Kyrhan turned back to his wife and humped her furiously drawing from her throat feverish shrieks. He pounded her ass with all his strength, adding the impact of his not negligible weight.
The four friends were feverishly fucking their partners. Kyrhan groaned that he was about to cum. The other ones tried to match his pace and they filled their pussies roughly at the same moment as Kyrhan filled her ass hole with his seed. The surprise had made all the girls oversensitive and their pussies looked unusually red and puffy. The men disengaged and sat in the armchairs the restaurant owner had brought them. The girls were surprised being suddenly abandoned by them. They were accustomed to be serviced several times and not rejected that way.
At that moment, Mohammad came back followed by a swarm of burly men, twelve of them. Three of them converged on a single girl. Kyrhan told Kira and her fellow girls :
- Hey, wenches, don't forget we promised you'd entertain a whole village before our departure. There must be around one hundred men including the eldest ones, all of them sturdy peasants. They will drain you completely if you don't have sufficient training! I've asked for reinforcements. They will take appropriate care of you. Peter, give them all condoms. I don't want our girls fall sick!
The men acted as a team on any girl, as if they had rehearsed several times. One of them had entered her cunt and was fucking her mercilessly. Another one was fucking her mouth and she was ordered to wank the third one. She was forced to take an active part in it. When the first one discharged into her cunt, they just rotated by a notch. The one who had used her mouth went between her legs while the one who had just spent himself in his condom would just put on a new one and tell her to give him renewed hardness. When the three of them had sputtered their jizzm in the condoms, Mohamad spoke up :
- There is one of you who is named Peter. Who is he?
Peter lifted his right hand.
- I've been told you loved to be cuckolded in public, to be humiliated. Is it so?
- Yes, I'm afraid of it.
- Good. So I've been appointed to shame you, cuckold, publicly. We have kept all the twelve condoms that have been used just now. You are going to drain them into a glass and drink it up. Is that understood, cuckold?
- Yes sir!
- I'm not sir but Master! To prove you that, my friends will switch girls and fuck them again. Afterward, the girls should have been fucked in the ass by their usual partners. That will be the case, except for you. You'll watch me fucking your wife closeby but you'll not even touch her. You'll be even forbidden to wank yourself. What for, a sissy is not man enough to fuck a woman! She needs and deserves real men. . .
Peter was disgusted. he had his heart on his lips but nonetheless he emptied the warm condoms into a glass and drank its content. As soon as he had finished, Mohammad clapped in his hands and the groups of three men changed their positions and the same routine continued. The girls were openly relishing that new adventure coming probably straight from some very kinky mind : Dan or Kyrhan as it was unlikely that Peter himself would have engineered such an humiliation for himself and Jean didn't know him that intimately not topush him too far.
Mohammad was collecting the spent condoms and he was keeping them in a metal can. Peter again had to drain all the condoms and swallow the messy mixture.
- Good, I hope that you love cum taste. There are still two rounds to fight. But now, I'm going to fuck hard your dear blonde wife with her, oh so fair, skin and you'll just be allowed to watch me! The fat seedy restaurant owner fucking the upper class wife of a respected English CEO : if your board ever heard of it, imagine the ensuing scandal!
