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THE STRINGPOINT GROUP

Orgy in cafe

This is a true story. Let me first introduce ourselves: my wife Myriam and I Bruno. We are both 50+. A normal life, including our sex life I suspect, because it is difficult to gauge how things are going with another couple, isn't it? We are satisfied so let me put it this way. Of course everyone has a fantasy in his/her head, but does it have to be carried out for that?

I'm telling:
We had been to a performance by a local group. Not exactly our preference, but one has to support one's own population, right?
Had a drink on arrival. Because we didn't like the performance, we also had a drink during the break, drank something again after the performance... so it happened that we were both a bit lightheaded. Nothing wrong with that because we had left the car at home.

Because it hadn't been such a nice evening, my wife suggested we go for a drink. Drinking again but I had no objection to it. We know that a little further on there is always a lot of fun in a café. We often noticed that when we passed by. Sometimes they stood in the street having fun. But we had never been inside. Now we would go and see what it is like there. We needed some fun.
It was a bit of a walk but we would have loved to do it.
Once there it looked pleasant again, men and a few women who were singing, a lot of noise but not vulgar.
We took a seat at a table to look at the whole thing. Even before we could order anything, we were treated. A man giving a round, we didn't even know him. But it didn't take long before people spoke to us, invited us to join the group. We did, but it was more out of courtesy. Another round was given and people were not even asked what they wanted, the previous one was pushed forward. My first order was a beer and my wife's wine, so the next one too. We just drank and unconsciously we got a little confused by the drink and the fun. My wife a little more than me.

But it became more fun, there was singing, we participated. There was even dancing, when a man from the group took my wife to dance without asking, she just followed him and danced. Fun was had. I happened to look at the clock and it was already late, but it didn't feel like it. We had fun, my wife too, who danced with one then with the other…
At one point I saw the manageress lock the door and draw the curtains. I asked her: oh, do we have to go outside? No, she said. Now no new customers should come in and they shouldn't see how fun is being made here. Strange explanation but hat, I didn't go into it.

At one point I saw a woman standing on a table. She danced, but gradually the dance turned into a sultry dance. Much to the delight of the men present. My wife also looked at it and came to stand with me. The woman on the table danced more and more sultry, and even started to strip, very slowly, one by one. Until even then the last of her panties came off. There was now a naked woman dancing on the table, quite a beautiful woman I thought. Not a man who touched her but watched and encouraged her. The dance was over, she stepped off the table and stood naked among the men. She even got smacked on her butt here and there. She let that go with a slight contradiction. Everything resumed as if it were the most normal thing in the world. My wife was also not bothered by the fact that a naked woman walked between us men. I used to take a good look at her. My wife again followed a man who had come to get her for a dance. I noticed that she was already quite drunk, but the beers and wine kept coming. My wife drank them too.

During their dance I noticed that the man firmly grabbed her buttocks with his hand. Oops, she normally doesn't allow that, I was already afraid for the worst, but no, she just let this happen. After the dance she came to stand with me again, disappeared briefly between the other men, I saw that she also occasionally got a slap on her buttocks and also reacted with: hey, but did nothing else. I even saw her talking to the naked woman. An incendiary record was played. Another woman also stood on top of the table and also danced seductively. My wife was shouted, allée you too, the woman on the table invited her to join with outstretched hand. I saw them hesitate and look at me, I also encouraged her. How she suddenly dared I don't know, perhaps under pressure from the crowd and drink, I saw them step towards the table. My wife stamped off her shoes and was helped onto the table. She danced with that woman, each on their own table.

The other woman was already in her bra. Another hesitation from my wife, but she first took off her pantyhose in a sensual way. The first part of undressing seemed to her the most difficult. It was as if she had crossed a line. Without hesitation this time she took off her blouse. She held them to her breasts for a moment but then she tossed them into the cheering audience.

There she was now standing on a table showing off her bra in front of a group of unknown men. It didn't seem to bother her, on the contrary. The other woman was always one step ahead of her. It was like she was waiting and helping my wife to go a little further. Wonder how far my wife would dare to go but backtrack…. Then she would go off nicely, wouldn't she? She was quite a daredevil when challenged appropriately. The next bit to dance off was her bra. She threw it between the men without any problems. A man placed it on his head. Strange situation, your wife standing there almost naked in front of strange men, her bra on another man's head. Still, it didn't make me jealous, on the contrary. It excited me and applauded just as well with the men. She noticed that too. Perhaps that's why she was less hesitant to take off her skirt now. The other woman looked at her, then took off her panties. It was a bit of a wait before my wife followed her example, but she did it anyway. She threw it at me, it seemed with the words: see that I dare.

She also stepped off the table naked. Now there were three naked women among as many as 10 men. Then it just occurred to me. The manageress was also standing naked behind the bar. Now all 4 women were naked. My wife also just walked around like it was nothing. Here and there also a chat on her buttocks with the necessary comments. Then a man took her by the hand and started dancing with her. As if dressed, she danced along. I saw his hand on her buttocks again and this time squeezing it firmly. I felt an erection come on me.

After the dance he enthroned my wife among the men, he let his arm hang over her shoulders. His hand just missed her chest. Again no response from her. The other woman came up to me to have a chat. She gently asked if I had any problem with it. No, not really, I answered her and also squeezed her buttocks. In response, she came closer, kissed my cheek, took my hand and placed it on her chest. Then she went back into the group. I also moved closer. I saw that a man had put his arm around my wife's waist. He touched her soft flesh now.
That woman who had come to stand with me now suddenly seemed to be standing in the middle of a circle. As if agreed, they made room for her. She walked off one by one, looking at the men. Suddenly she stopped in front of a man. I was curious what would happen, but I could already guess. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, taking off his panties as well. A woman took my wife by the hand and pulled her into the circle without much resistance. I joined the circle. My wife saw me standing in front of me, invited me to a simple dance step, unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down as well.
Oh there I was now with my pants on the ankles and a stiff penis. My wife moved to another man and did the same thing there. How is this going to end, I wondered. Meanwhile, the rest of the women had given all the men the same treatment. All men were also partly naked there. Some had already stripped themselves of their clothing and were already standing there naked. I gathered my wives' clothes, took them off and folded them, and put them on a free table. When I turned around, my wife was already being pounded by two men. One unashamedly touched her breasts, the other made it even more colorful. He stood behind her and stroked her belly with his hands in front and yes, her pussy. My wife stood there with her head tilted back. She literally enjoyed. Would I go to her to slow her down? I didn't know her like that and with the booze… How would she react tomorrow when the booze wore off?

I had no doubt that the men would soon fuck her. They couldn't be stopped anymore, there was no reason to stop either, my wife just let it go and enjoyed the caresses. I could clearly see from the movements of the man behind her that he was fingering her. The man in front of her was already licking her breasts. From my seat I could see that her nipples were stiff. She still stood there with her head thrown back. The man in front of her, rose up, kissed her on the neck, up to her mouth. I saw my wife tongue with him. How far would I let it go? I must say I was nothing jealous, very excited by the sight and the idea. I saw that the man behind her was already ready for battle. He came back to her and drove his penis between her buttocks. This won't be long before she's being fucked with her approval.

She was gently led to a table. Now it's going to happen, I thought. She willingly sat down on the table and lay on her back on it. Her pelvis protruded a little over the table. Here it comes. The man who had been standing behind her was now standing between her legs. Not hard to guess what he was going to do. He opened her legs, saw that he guided his penis to her pussy with his hand and presto, without much effort he was inside her. She must have been wet too. I saw him making pumping movements, she held the edge of the table and let herself be fucked. The other man stood next to her. As if agreed, she took his penis in her mouth. She literally sucked him off. I turned around and the spectacle was repeated just about everywhere. The other women were also fucking and sucking. The manageress was also no longer standing behind her counter, but bent over on a table while a man penetrated her. What had we gotten ourselves into? Was this the nice cafe we had walked past so often…
The moaning of the man who was fucking my wife caught my attention.

He was about to cum. For a moment I hesitated to let him cum inside her, but it turned out to be too late. I almost literally saw him squirt himself empty inside her. With his penis still dripping and throbbing, he withdrew from her. The man who sucked them saw his chance and took over from that man. Without any hesitation from both him and my wife, they were now fucking. A second man fucking my wife. This time I watched her struggle to avoid orgasm.

I literally saw her come. Normally she would stop making love now, but another unexpected reaction, she straightened up and grabbed the man's buttocks to indicate more rhythm. After a violent orgasm that I hadn't seen from her yet, she laid herself back on her back and let everything take its course, she calmed down as if she had counted out. The man continued to fuck her and she apparently didn't care. Not even when he also came inside her. Not even when a third spectator took his place. She remained in a trance on the table.

I felt that a woman had come and sat in front of me and started to suck me off. Because of what happened to my wife, I wanted to fuck too. I took her, led her to a table, she lay down on it and I in turn took that woman. She was already stretched wide open, but it still felt exciting and warm. While looking at my wife, I came inside this woman whose name I didn't even know.
Apparently all the gentlemen had had their fun because I noticed that here and there the trousers were put on again. Still long my wife there motionless on the table. It looked like she was asleep, but she certainly wasn't. She was half dazed by the booze and the fucking, still enjoying it.
The party was over, I saw some men say goodbye and go out the door.

Time to help my wife straight, help her get dressed because she was apparently no longer able to do that. Shortly afterwards we also left for home. Leaning on me, we made it home anyway.
It wasn't until we got home that she spoke her first words. What have we done? That shouldn't have happened. I soothed her and laid her on the bed. I could still see traces of semen on her thighs. It was only now that I noticed how much semen had spilled out of her on the walk home. Her panties were soaking wet.
She soon fell asleep but feared her reactions the next day.

© The Stringpoint Group

 

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