In a night of domination and passion, three wives surrender their pleasure to an audacious butler, while Du Rou watches, trapped between jealousy and excitement, confronting his own loss of control.
The butler, with a lewd smile on his face, moved confidently among the three wives, his erect member leaving a trail of desire in its wake. The red tip of his penis, swollen and shiny, grazed the soft backsides of the women, exploring every curve as if they were unknown territories to conquer. The wives, lying on the bed with their naked bodies exposed, held their breath as they felt the warmth of his skin against theirs.
With a fluid movement, the butler sat down hard on the attractive butt of the first wife, his member pressing against her entrance. She let out a soft moan, her voice tender and submissive. "I like it, sir," she whispered, her words laden with a mix of fear and pleasure. "I like how it feels against me."
The butler smiled, pleased by her response. "You're a good girl," he murmured, his breath hot in her ear. "But I want to hear it from the other two as well."
The second wife, with her eyes closed and her face flushed, nodded her head. "Yes, sir," she said in a trembling voice. "I love how it rubs against me. It's... it's so big and thick."
The third wife, the shyest of the three, bit her lower lip, struggling to find the right words. "I... I enjoy it too, sir," she finally confessed, her voice barely audible. "It's... it's very exciting."
Du Rou, from his place in the corner, watched the scene with a mix of melting emotions. His eyes followed the butler's every move, every caress, every penetration. He felt a pang of jealousy seeing how the man dominated his wives, how he treated them like mere objects of pleasure. But, at the same time, he could not deny the excitement growing within him.
The butler, oblivious to Du Rou's presence, continued his game of domination. He rose from the first wife and moved toward the second, his erect member leaving a red mark on her skin. He penetrated her forcefully, his naked body pounding against hers in a wild, primitive rhythm.
"Ah!" cried the second wife, her nails digging into the sheets. "It's... it's too big. It hurts, but I like it."
The butler smiled, pleased by her reaction. "That's what I want to hear," he growled, increasing the speed of his thrusts. "I want you to tell me how much you like it, how much you need my cock inside you."
The wife, with her eyes closed and her face contorted with pleasure, nodded her head. "I like it, sir," she gasped. "I need your cock. Please don't stop."
Du Rou, meanwhile, had brought his hand to his own crotch, his erect member throbbing to the rhythm of the scene unfolding before his eyes. He masturbated slowly, imagining how it would feel to be in the butler's place, dominating his wives, feeling their bodies tremble under his touch.
The butler, after having satisfied the second wife, moved toward the third, his member still erect and glistening with sweat. He penetrated her forcefully, his naked body pounding against hers in a frantic rhythm.
"Oh, yes!" cried the third wife, her eyes wide with surprise and pleasure. "It's... it's incredible. I've never felt anything like it."
The butler smiled, his ego inflated by her words. "That's because I'm the best," he growled, increasing the speed of his thrusts. "No one can give you what I give you."
Du Rou, as he watched the scene, felt a mix of contradictory emotions. On one hand, he felt betrayed by the butler, for stealing what was his. But, on the other hand, he could not deny the excitement he felt seeing his wives being dominated by another man.
The butler, after having satisfied all three wives, finally stopped, his member still erect and throbbing. He sat on the edge of the bed, his chest rising and falling quickly as he caught his breath.
The wives, exhausted and satisfied, snuggled up beside him, their bodies still trembling from pleasure. "Thank you, sir," whispered the first wife, her voice tender and grateful. "It has been... it has been incredible."
The butler smiled, pleased by their words. "You're welcome, my dears," he murmured, his hand stroking their hair. "I'm always here to satisfy your needs."
Du Rou, from his corner, watched the scene with a mixture of fascination and disgust. He felt like a spectator in his own life, as if he were watching a movie instead of living it. The mix of pain and pleasure he felt was overwhelming, leaving him trapped in a cycle of contradictory emotions.
The butler, after having caught his breath, rose from the bed and headed towards the door. "Goodnight, my dears," he said with a lewd smile. "See you tomorrow."
The wives, still nestled in bed, waved him off, their voices tender and grateful. "Goodnight, sir," they whispered in unison.
Du Rou, as he watched the butler leave the room, felt empty inside. The decision he had made, to hand his wives over to the butler, had left him with a hollow in his chest that he couldn't fill. The system's rewards, although tempting, could not compensate for the loss of his authority and his identity.
The sound of the door closing behind the butler resonated in the room, leaving Du Rou alone with his thoughts. He sat in the corner, his member still erect in his hand, and looked at the three wives nestled in bed. He felt a pang of jealousy seeing them so satisfied, so happy after having been dominated by another man.
But, at the same time, he could not deny the excitement he felt seeing them like this. The mix of pain and pleasure that consumed him was overwhelming, leaving him trapped in a cycle of contradictory emotions. He wondered if he would ever be able to recover what he had lost, or if he was destined to live in this state of limbo, caught between envy and desire.
The night advanced, and Du Rou remained sitting in the corner, watching the three sleeping wives in bed. His mind was blank, free of thoughts, while his body trembled from the intensity of the emotions he had experienced. The decision he had made had changed him forever, and now he had to live with the consequences.
In the stillness of the night, the only sound was the wives' breathing, soft and rhythmic. Du Rou, with his eyes fixed on them, wondered what the future held for them. Could he ever regain his authority, his identity, or was he destined to live in the butler's shadow, watching from afar as he dominated his wives?
The answer, it seemed, was in the wind, carrying away the secrets and desires of the night. Du Rou, with a feeling of emptiness in his chest, rose from the corner and approached the bed. He looked at the three sleeping wives, their bodies naked and satisfied, and felt a pang of jealousy seeing them so happy.
But, at the same time, he could not deny the excitement he felt seeing them like this. The mix of pain and pleasure that consumed him was overwhelming, leaving him trapped in a cycle of contradictory emotions. With a sigh, he sat on the edge of the bed and extended his hand toward the first wife. His touch was soft, almost reverent, as he stroked her hair and looked at her peaceful face.
In that moment, Du Rou realized that, although he had lost something important, he had also gained something new. The experience of seeing his wives being dominated by another man had changed him, had made him question his identity and his authority. And, although the path ahead was uncertain, he knew he was not alone.
The three wives, though asleep, were there with him, their bodies and their desires intertwined with his. And, in that moment, that was enough. Du Rou closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of their bodies against his, and let himself be carried away by the night, allowing sleep to claim him.
The room fell silent, with the four people sleeping peacefully, their bodies and their desires intertwined in an embrace of passion and longing. The night advanced, and the outside world was left behind, as the four lost themselves in a sea of dreams and fantasies, their bodies and souls connected in a dance of emotions and sensations.