How they made me cuckolded

First part With her we had been married for 5 years. A university corridor love that consolidated faster than we realized. She, a voluptuous brunette with lots of character. I was a shy library rat who hid behind her beard to go unnoticed. We were part of the same group of friends. Both had our jobs before receiving each other and with life settled decided to get married. But reality was that between jobs and classes, we only saw each other to enter or leave the bed depending on the clock's hour. Between us, the chemistry was decreasing, but she seemed to have no need for me (or so I thought). Outside, we had an active social life, her friends, my friends, and ours came over regularly, and she always was the center of attention. But when we were alone, it would fade away, as if she didn't have the slightest desire for me.

Laura, one day proposed to me out of nowhere, inviting The Chubs to dinner. Who are the chubs? My 4 university friends who knew both of us from sharing corridors and knew all about our couple's history. - Should I tell them to come in pairs? I asked, trying to start organizing. - No, don't bother yourself. Besides, I enjoy their company. Tell them to bring whatever they want to drink. Her response threw me off a bit, but I didn't give it much importance. We had gotten together many times like this before and always turned out well. But something in the air was telling me that this time wouldn't be the same. We prepared a snack and cold beers to receive them, and dinner was cooking slowly in the oven. I'm going to change clothes! She said and went into the bedroom. I stayed almost speechless, downplaying the outfit. I saw her come out exuberant. A shirt with a prominent neckline accentuated her large breasts and a skirt that showed off her legs and a bit more. Clothes she had never worn with me before. I didn't say anything, but I was starting to sense what was coming. Strangely (I thought) the Fats arrived together, in one of their trucks. They passed by, left me the wines and each one greeted her individually. We started snacking and chatting, remembering old anecdotes. As the alcohol loosened our tongues, I could notice they weren't taking their eyes off her and she seemed to be feeling more at ease every minute. 'Pour yourself a wine' one of them said. She was getting up to go and another says 'no, let the little monkey go'. I heard those words and a cold sweat ran down my back. They had given me that nickname after a university football tournament, when they saw my small member almost hidden among the hairs I had at the time. 'You've got a little monkey down there' and it stuck. It's been years since I last heard it, but I couldn't help reviving repressed memories. Pretending nothing was wrong, I went to the kitchen to get some wine and something else to snack on. What I found gave me a hint that everything was set up against me. She laughing and with her glass almost empty, flanked by my 4 friends who had their hands on her legs, caressing her without any resistance at all. 'You came quickly little monkey. Look how we're taking care of her' they said to me and she laughed, complicit in that uncomfortable moment (for me). 'Yes, they always treated me well' she said, doubling down the bet. Or not Manu? Manu was the group leader, a show-off, successful, with plenty of money and very well-endowed. I knew he and Laura had something before she was with me, and I always wondered why she chose me over him. 'You always had a good time with me, but I never understood why you married the little monkey' he boasted. 'Is it because you got cozy with Professor Contracts who was my friend?' she said to him. I thought that would make him a bit more subdued, but it seemed to have lit him up even more. Laura's skirt was rising higher and higher, and with Manu's hands on her back, she relaxed and her legs opened wider... little more. Although more than a mouse, we would have to tell you about it finished and everyone started laughing out loud. Clearly the idea of the night was to degrade me, then I understood everything. Did you tell her about the trio in Magna? Laura asked me. I couldn't hold back my small erection, already visible. Never had it been said to me, but I knew the anonymous history. According to urban legend, one night two students got into the largest classroom of the faculty and were having sex on top of the podium when a non-tenured teacher walked in and saw them. This would have been a scandal, but it was said that they had bribed him in some way to keep quiet. No, I never told her, but we can recreate it so she can see At this point, the 4 of us were fondling my wife in front of me. Hot and impotent at the same time, I could only look on as my friends humiliated me. Sit down, get comfortable, and watch Manu told me while unbuckling my belt and palpating my misery without removing his mocking smile. The skirt like a belt and the breasts outside the sweater left Laura at the mercy of four stallions surrounding her with their hard and ready members. She knelt in front of them but looking at me. Without taking her gaze off me, she took Manu's thick and veiny penis to suck it as if her life depended on it. I felt totally useless facing such a demonstration of masculinity, seeing her savoring it in a way that she never did with me. See what she does with one who's real? She loves cock, but not yours After trying one like this you'll think that crap you have heats her up? - You stayed with the most slutty one, but we're taking her I was listening to this and getting hot seeing her really enjoy it. They were giving her what I could never give her. Watching her stay only in her thong and bra was simply spectacular. A voluptuous body hungry for pleasure, about to be satisfied by its males. With a luxury spectator who got hot, enjoyed, and suffered at the same time. (Continue)