CUCKOLD: Shy wife enjoys a holiday in France

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Shock or surprise would be an understatement. I lay in bed my heart pounding. I kept trying to calm myself, my heart was racing. It took some effort but I managed to stabilize my thoughts. She was probably visiting with her friends, I told myself. But, hadn’t she been the one in the middle, making out? I walked to the balcony doors and looked out. Obviously still a beautiful view but I didn’t see it now. What had changed so much in the last half hour? I donned the robe again and opened the door to breath fresh air. My mind still racing I walked onto the balcony. The balcony to my right had light coming through the doors. Gail had said that Charlene was in the next room so I assumed it was their lights shining through.

Now I tried to listen but I couldn’t hear any sounds. I went to the far right of our balcony and leaned over the rail. Still no sound. I could partially see into the room but just against the wall. I looked at the balcony distance and wondered how crazy it would be to crawl over to the next balcony. I felt driven now so it did not take long for me to quietly move the chair close to the railing. I then stepped on the chair, my hands leaning on the wall, and literally stepped onto the next balcony. I lowered my bare feet quietly.

I edged cautiously towards the doors so as not to get caught in the light. The curtains were only covering the sides of the windows, as in our room, I could clearly see inside. Their bed was on the left side of the room and Charlene was sitting on the far side and at the bottom of the bed. She was wearing what looked like a large tee shirt and had a Champagne glass in her hand. She was looking across the room and talking. I lowered myself almost crawling and moved toward the center of the doors. A wooden armless chair with a solid wood back and a green cushion was placed in front of the doors and I was looking under the chair and through the legs. There was Gail in the famous blue robe facing me from across the room. I could see up to her chest. She held a glass of Champagne and her body was angled toward Charlene and she was speaking, though I could not make out the words.

I felt really strange. Here I was almost on my belly spying on my wife. Her robe was properly covering her legs, and she was innocently chatting away. We are educated, trusting intelligent people. What was I doing? What about the car? I asked myself. They were making out. Could it have been Charlene? Again I answered my own thoughts, then why with Gail in the car? No, it had been Gail.

Lost in my reverie I was surprised to see Andrew enter the room, coming from the bathroom I assumed. He was wearing the same robe in white and had a Champagne bottle and glass. He topped up Charlene then walked to Gail and filled her glass. While standing in front of her they were speaking about something then all three laughed together. Andrew turned and walked straight toward the balcony doors and me. I was shocked, and froze in place. When he reached the chair he spun around and sat down.

I was now lying on my stomach resting on my arms looking through the chair legs into the room. They were chatting. The first movement was from Charlene. She stood and walked to the top of the bed and placed two pillows atop one another then lay upon the bed, propped on the pillows, legs outstretched. I had to move to the side of the chair to watch her. I could see most of her body. To see her face I had to almost put my face against the glass door.

Looking toward Gail through the chair legs was a good view, as Andrew must have had his legs crossed and only one leg was on the floor. He eventually moved and now both legs were on the floor and well spread apart. Then I looked over at Charlene. To my surprise she had her right hand between her legs and her left hand on her breast. She was touching herself in front of Gail. The conversation between Andrew and Gail continued. I wanted to look at Charlene but I also wanted to see Gail’s face so I inched ever so slightly forward. Now I could see the side of Gail’s face, especially when she turned to look at Charlene. While continuing to talk with Andrew she would look over toward Charlene. She seemed to find it exciting.

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