Wife’s First Boudoir Photos

By Gustav Jorgenson

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“So I was having coffee with Janet and Abbey today,” said my wife, Claudia. She was gazing down into her teacup as she stirred it and I sensed something was wrong. Her normally pale white cheeks seemed flushed.

“What’s the matter, are you embarrassed about something, dear?”

“Well, they were telling me about these boudoir photos they each had taken.”

“Boudoir, as in bedroom?” I scratched my head in confusion.

“Right, I guess there is a trend now of middle aged housewives doing sexy photo shoots in opulent hotel suites so they have some record of themselves looking good before they go completely downhill.” Claudia snorted with derision as she peered down into her tea cup. “I’m sure you’ve seen things like that online. Pouting ladies in skimpy lingerie stretching out on luxurious chaise lounge chairs.”

“Uh, yeah, I might have seen something like that online before.” I gulped guiltily and made a show of tugging at my collar.

Claudia rewarded me with the briefest of smirks and I could tell something was truly bothering her. “Ha, ha, I’m sure you look at raunchier things than that when you go into your den and get on the internet. I don’t even want to know what I’d find if I had your password and could see your internet history. But getting back to the point, my friends are trying to convince me to go do a boudoir shoot.” She paused and looked up and me hesitantly. “What a laugh, right? I’ve already gone downhill.”

“What are you talking about? You still look great. Look at those gorgeous boobs of yours.” I wagged my eyebrows at my wife lewdly.

She blushed a bit more and covered her breasts with her hands demurely. “Stop it. Men don’t look at me anymore.”

“Jeez, you sound bitter about it. Do you enjoy catcalls?”

“I would at this point.” She sighed and gazed out the window at our expansive backyard was enveloped by the encroaching gloom of dusk. “And we never have sex anymore.”

“Ahh.” I rubbed my face and said nothing for a moment. “Well, it sounds like you could use a boost to your self-esteem. Why not go get made-up and have the pictures taken then. I’m sure they will come out looking marvelous.”

“Do you think so?” She tugged a strand of grey-blonde hair down into her face and peeked at me shyly from behind it. Have I really lost track how beautiful and vulnerable my wife could be? My heart melted when I saw how bashful she seemed.

“Of course, I’m just worried about one thing. I don’t want you getting half naked in front of some handsome male photographer.”

“What are you jealous?” My wife laughed gaily at the idea. “As though some young guy would be interested in an old bag like me.” I gave her a stern look and she regained her composure. “Anyway, I think these boudoir photographers are all women. I called one place today and spoke with a woman.”

“Really, you called a place?”

“Yes, do you want to go with me?” She seemed excited and the idea of watching my wife model lingerie piqued my imagination and I could feel my johnson growing stiffer as I thought about it.

I got up and gave her a kiss and that lead to me casually groping her boob and then she noticed that I was getting harder and started squeezing my bulge and it the next thing I knew, I had her bent over the kitchen table with her panties around her ankles and her skirt above her waist as I dogged her from behind. I gripped her soft white hips as I pictured my lovely wife parading around in provocative lingerie and I was quickly emptying my seed inside her.

“Hmm, this photo shoot idea is spicing up our love life already,” she said, smiling brightly back at me over her shoulder as I tenderly withdrew from her.

“Possibly.” And we both laughed and hugged there in the kitchen.


Claudia made the arrangements with a studio to have the shoot in the bridal suite of a posh hotel downtown. We were greeted by a pair of young latinas who explained that they were just the hair and makeup assistants and that the photographer and lighting person were running a bit late. They handed us glasses of champagne so we could loosen up and the young women fussed over my wife while I wandered through the expansive rooms. It was an old hotel and the ceilings were high with ornate crown moulding. The windows provided a gorgeous view of San Francisco’s skyline. Someone had hung sheer fabric sheets from the ceiling to add ambience.

There was a light tap at the door and then two young hispanic men came into the room. I was immediately taken aback by how rough these two looked. The shorter man had a tattoo of a hummingbird on his neck, a thin moustache, and dark black, slicked back hair. His partner was a big, muscular fellow with a scar on his upper lip, a pony tail, and cold black eyes. Both men wore wife beaters and saggy jeans hanging low so that their boxers were showing. The shorter fellow had a camera around his neck and carried a lens case, and the bigger guy was hauling in a bunch of lighting equipment.

“Hey, you must be Claudia’s husband, George,” said the short photographer. “I’m Juan and this is my cousin Enrique. Sorry we are late, our other shoot went over. Where’s the sexy lady?”

“Ah, Claudia is just finishing up with hair and makeup, but uh, I thought the photographer was going to be a female.”

He reached down and grabbed his testicles and thought for a minute and then said, “Nope.” His cousin broke out laughing and I smiled along wryly.

The two latinas ushered my wife into the room, and Juan whistled appreciatively. She was still in her modest dress, but her hair was done up in elaborate curls. I thought the make-up was overdone and garish, basically stage makeup, but I guessed that’s what was needed for photography.

“And you must be Claudia,” said Juan, rushing forward and grabbing her hand so he could kiss it. He looked her up and down dramatically. “I am Juan and I will be photographing your sensuousness today. You are one gorgeous lady. This will really be a pleasure. Enrique, bring in trunk with the lingerie. We got to spice things up a little in here.” He gave a guttural, unsavory laugh that made my stomach roil. Claudia looked down at the photographer with a bemused smile and then looked at me and immediately noticed my discomfort.

“We thought the photographer was going to be a woman,” I repeated lamely and Juan gave me an annoyed glance.

“I know, I know, a lot of studios have women photographers because that makes the customers comfortable. And they joke around and act silly and make funny faces. It’s like a slumber party. And the pictures reflect like, that energy, you know? They aren’t sexy, they are just funny. You need a man taking the pictures to really bring out a woman’s sexuality. Compare my photos to the stuff the other studios produce. No comparison. My pictures scream raw sex appeal. Those others are just, safe, mine are dangerous!” Juan puffed his chest out, proud of his little diatribe and Enrique and the two girls nodded along, clearly impressed.

“I’m not sure dangerous is what we are looking for,” I said hesitantly.

Claudia intervened before Juan could answer. “Excuse us a moment, won’t you? I just need to have a little chat with my husband. I don’t think he is comfortable with me, err, being sensuous around strange men.”

“Certainly pretty lady,” said Juan unctuously. He looked her body up and down in a way that made me angry. As she walked over to me he tilted his head and pursed his lips in appreciation as he checked out her rear.

“Honey, we can’t go through with this. Look at those guys,” I hissed gesturing at the two young men as they went about setting up the equipment.

“You’re gonna have to pay for the room no matter what,” called Juan. “It’s gonna be expensive.”

Claudia smiled over at him and waved. “Yes, thank you, we understand,” she called out. Then she turned back to me and lowered her voice. “They do seem a bit rough around the edges, but I think he made a good point. Having a male photographer makes it riskier. Besides, I’m actually kind of a sucker for blatant flattery. I think he’s cute.”

I looked at Claudia with frank amazement. “Claudia he looks like a street hooligan.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, that’s just the look kids have these days.” She waved her hand dismissively. She saw me staring back at her and laughed. “My goodness, you aren’t actually jealous are you?”

I shifted uncomfortably under her gaze and rubbed my head.

“George? This is me here, your wife for 15 years.”

“But you will be prancing around practically naked,” I whispered.

“That’s the idea!” She raised her eyebrows at me in exasperation. “Just get a grip on yourself. These young guys aren’t going to get all worked up over a middle-aged lady like me. And besides, we already paid for the room, so let’s go through with it.”

“Yeah, ok, but I need another drink.”

“Isabella, can you pour George and I more champagne. We need to calm our nerves a bit.”

“Ok, ok, great, I’m glad you and George got everything worked out,” said Juan taking my wife by the arm. “We have a big trunk of sexy lingerie back here and we set up a folding screen so that you have some privacy while you change. I think you should start out with just a lacy bra and panties along with some nice black stockings. Pick a pair that are really transparent. I like to see some nipples.” Juan waggled his eyebrows at Claudia salaciously.

“Ha, I’ll bet you do,” Claudia laughed as she went behind the screen.

“Oh, man, your wife is so fucking hot. I can’t wait to see her put those titties on display,” Juan said, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

“Uh, yeah,” I replied with a look of annoyance.

“Oh man, don’t be like that,” he replied, slapping me on the shoulder. “Of course I love my work, can you blame me?” He winked at me lewdly, then turned to watch Claudia’s shadow on the screen as she undressed. “Oh wow, look at this, she is totally backlit.” He ran over to the screen with his camera. “Claudia, baby, once you get all your clothes off, let me know, I want to get some shots of your shadow on the screen. They’re gonna be so hot.”

“Well, I’m undressed now,” said Claudia hesitantly.

“Great, turn sideways and lift your arms above your head and stick your rump out. I wanna see those big knockers jutting out in one direction and that sweet ass poking out in the other. Yeah, like that, so fuckin hot, Yeah!” Juan was clicking madly away with his camera and Enrique stood behind him so he could see the shadow of my wife’s curvaceous form. “Your nipples aren’t hard enough, pinch them for me, make them pop.”

“Uh, wow, ok,” giggled Claudia and Juan snapped photos of her shadow as she tweaked her nipples. “How’s this?” She turned to the side again.

“Ah, not quite, come closer to the screen. Yeah, now cup your boobs in your hands to support them sort of, yeah, you got it, you are a natural, baby, you’re making me hard already. Aw yeah, stick that ass out, wow! What a shelf!”

“Ok, uh, that’s a little explicit, isn’t it?” I said, taking a gulp of champagne as I stood awkwardly to the side. “I mean, that’s my wife you’re talking to.”

Juan didn’t bother to turn as he snapped a stream of photos. “Man, I know that. This is rapport a photographer has with his model. He has to make her feel beautiful and he has to let her know that she is having an impact on him too. Just relax yourself, have some more champagne. Ok, gorgeous, go ahead and put on that bra and panties. I can’t wait to drink in the sight of your exposed flesh.” He let his camera fall back to his chest and turned to face me. “You know, we don’t normally have the husbands along for the ride. If it’s freaking you out too much, you might want to duck out and get a cup of coffee. Especially for the nude shots.”

“Wait, I didn’t think you did nude shots,” I stammered.

“Well, we do the tasteful stuff. Like nude on her belly on the bed, maybe just a hint of bare ass, slightly out of focus, her dangling boobs covered up by her arm. No nips or anything. But of course, she has to get naked for that kind of shot and Enrique and I get to see everything.”
“Yeah, I’m not…”

“Ok, boys,” said Claudia brightly emerging from behind the screen. She was wearing nothing but a black bra, panties, and black stockings. Her erect nipples were clearly visible through the transparent bra and my jaw dropped when I saw her because she never wore such things at home. Her bras never even matches her panties. She had certainly put on weight over the years, but she wore it well and she had a good hourglass figure with a clearly defined waist and ample tits and ass. Her skin was still smooth and fresh looking for a woman in her forties and she was showing plenty of skin.

“Aww, yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” crowed Juan. “Check out those titties, bro.”

“Super hot,” agreed Enrique nodded with agreement as he turned the lightbox to face her.

“Um, ok,” said Claudia, putting her arms out awkwardly. “Now what?”

Juan was snapping away as she flailed her arms. “See, see, that George. That awkward expression, that nervousness of having strange men ogle her ta-ta’s. That’s gold, baby, you are gonna thank me when you get these photos back. So hot, so vulnerable.”

Claudia put her hands on her waist and cocked one hip jauntily. “Vulnerable? Ha, I’m old enough to be your mother.”

“I’d still do you,” smiled Juan. “I don’t care how old you are with that body, baby. I’d tap that ass with a quickness. Let me see some, yeah, turn around and bend over a little. Oooo-wee, thats a booty. Spank it for me. Oh yeah. I’m springing one for you right now, for real.” Juan gripped his crotch with one hand as he click pictures with the other and I was disgusted to see a bulge growing in his baggy jeans.

Claudia laughed when she saw Juan’s bulge and she excitedly went through the series of lewd poses he suggested. She was clearly loving every minute of it and relishing her role as slutty sex object.

I was about to protest all of Juan’s crotch grabbing when Isabella came by and poured me more champagne. She noticed my discomfort and smiled prettily up at me. “You don’t seem super happy about this now, but I know you will just love the pictures later. Juan get’s pretty raunchy and he’s just getting warmed up. I mean, he still has his pants on and you already seem freaked out. Maybe you should come hang out in the other room with Maria and I.”

“What do you mean, he takes his own pants off?” I gasped in shock.

“Yeah, it adds to the sexual tension, you know. But he’s right, it really comes across in the pictures. Maria and I can keep you company though, we know what you’re going through.” She batted her eyelashes at me and I could detect some strong innuendo. Was this some kind of weird sex service posing as a photography studio. But no, the camera and lighting were all top end professional gear and this studio came highly recommended.

“We can show you our underwear if you want,” she whispered, opening her blouse slightly so I could get a peek at her pert cleavage.

Sweat beaded up on my forehead as I gazed from Isabella’s boobs to my wife who was laughing hysterically and had her bra straps down as Juan coaxed her to pull her bra down farther and farther until it was just barely covering her areola. “I don’t think I understand,” I told Isabella in a hoarse whisper. “Are you strippers?”

She grimaced at me and I immediately realized that I had make a drunken miscalculation. “Jesus, cabron, of course not. I was just playing with you. Fuck, I was trying to be friendly and you repay with an insult, thanks alot.” She clamped her shirt closed and stormed off in a huff while I muttered feeble apologies. Meanwhile Juan had my wife down on her back, spreading her legs for him. Her top was gone somehow and she was covering her nipples with one arm and pouting up at him seductively. My own penis came erect at the sight and I noticed Juan gripping an outsized bulge in his jeans that belied his small frame.

“Oh man, yeah, spread those foxy legs, mama. Ooo, I’m real hard now. If your husband weren’t here I would climb right on top and teach you what’s it’s like to be with a real man.” He was muttering quietly to her and he must have thought I couldn’t hear him.

“You’re so dirty, Juan,” giggle my wife drunkenly. She wasn’t used to drinking and she must have had a few because she seemed to be having the time of her life.

“Uh, I can hear you,” I called.

“Don’t interrupt me, George, I’m working.” Juan unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers, and his big dick poked out, pitching a tent in his boxers as he stood over my supine wife snapping pictures madly with one hand and gripping his rod with the other. Enrique looked on with interest, fingering his own bulge. “Get up on the bed. Yeah, that’s right, on your belly. Open your mouth like you’re getting ready to take this dick into it. Yeah, you know you want it, you filthy whore. Now slide those panties off, nice and slow. Fuck yeah. let me get a few shots of that crack. Nice, nice.”

“This language is too strong, Juan,” I cautioned.

He turned and glared at me angrily. “Man, don’t tell me how to do my fucking job. I’ll cool it when your wife tells me to cool, and she ain’t saying that. In fact, she’s loving this shit. So why don’t you go cool off with the girls in the other room while I take care of business in here.”

“Go ahead, darling, I’ll be fine. You are being overprotective,” called Claudia as she kicked her panties away and lay totally naked on the bed while this latin casanova stepped out of his pants and stood above her with his cock just inches from her face while her resumed taking photos of her bare ass. She glanced longingly at Juan’s protruding member as Enrique came and hustled me out of the room.

“Be cool, man, be cool, we are professionals. We do this all the time,” said the big man as he lead me into the other room. “Isabella, you watch this guy, will ya, he’s pissing Juan off.”

“I know, that bendajo pissed me off earlier too,” sniffed Isabella as she sat chatting with Maria on a vintage leather chesterfield.

Somehow they made me feel as though I was at fault and being unreasonable. After all, we were paying for sexy photos. Who was I to complain about the methods? “I’m really sorry, folks, I just, well, it’s weird seeing my wife getting naked in front of a strange man and then have him whipping his dick around and everything.”

“Yeah, that’s ok man, I sure wouldn’t let my woman do it,” laughed Enrique, clapping me on the shoulder. “Now if you excuse me, I want to go check out your naked wife’s hot body, because she is a total MILF.” He strode back into the bedroom but left the door open.

“For reals, your wife is smokin’ hot,” laughed Maria. “Juan’s gonna bust a nut right up in that shit.”

“Ah, what?”

“Don’t tease him, Maria,” said Isabella. “He can’t handle it.”

I heard Claudia suddenly cackle with laughter from the other room.

“Oh my god, are you serious?” laughed my wife.

“Yeah, I’m serious, lay on your back. Ooh yeah, now spread them. Uh huh, hold up Enrique, hold up. Pinch those nipples, yeah. Oh fuck yeah. Ok, ok, now it’s your turn mama, now you get the prize baby. You made this wood, now you get to taste it.”

“What’s he talking about?” I asked in bewilderment.

“Man, he’s gonna stick his thing right into your wife’s mouth,” laughed Maria.

“And she gonna suck it too. She’s into him, I could tell,” agreed Isabella.

“No, I don’t believe it,” I gulped, my pulse racing.

“Turn around, turn around on all fours, get that ass up here. Enrique, man, what the fuck? Oh shit, ok, go ahead if she don’t mind. I’m a tap this now. Gimme that ass, baby, I got something for you.”

“Ooh, shit, he’s doing her doggystyle now!” gasped Maria, putting her hands in front of her mouth as she blushed.

“Enrique probably trying to get her to suck his too now,” chimed in Isabella smugly, shooting me an evil glare. “How’s that feel, hubby? You like that?”

“I mean, it sounds bad, but I just don’t believe that my wife would do something like that.”

“Not with a cholo you mean,” spat Isabella bitterly. “Man, you racist.”

“Why do you say that?” asked Maria.

“He called me a stripper,” replied Isabella indignantly.

“For reals?” mouthed Maria in shock. “That ain’t right.”

“Look, I’m really sorry about that.” Somehow I felt like an utter heel. And she was right, I must be a little racist because I couldn’t imagine my wife agreeing to let some hispanic guy fuck her. But then again, she did seem pretty drunk and she was getting off on the flattery.
Isabella tisked, holding her hand up toward me and turning her face away.

I heard a lot of muffled exchanges from the other room and maybe I heard the sound of bed springs creaking, but I couldn’t be sure if it was my imagination or not. I was afraid to go in and look, though I desperately wanted to see what was happening in there. Could my wife really be fucking these two guys? I couldn’t tell if the idea disgusted me or fascinated me. I had grown so close to Claudia over the years and thought that I knew her so well. The Claudia I knew would never be unfaithful to me. Was there a whole other side of Claudia that I knew nothing about? A wanton woman hiding within my steadfast and loyal wife? I had to know.

I ran back into the other room to find my wife spread languidly on her back, totally nude, while Enrique packed up the lights and Juan reviewed pictures on his camera.

“Ah, honey, aren’t you going to cover yourself?” I asked timidly.

“Oh, darling, you’re so funny. Why bother at this point? Juan has seen and recorded every crevice.”

“Every sexy damn crevice,” corrected Juan not looking up from his camera. “George, you are gonna offer me double the fee for this set, it’s unbelievable.”

Claudia got up and walked back behind the screen to get dressed, Juan and Enrique’s eyes tracking her naked body the whole way. I stood by awkwardly as they packed up.

“Uh, when will we see the pictures?” I asked.

“Soon, soon, we need to do some post production of course,” said Juan fussily. “Isabella will send you an email.”

When Claudia emerged, she hugged Juan and Enrique to thank them and we left. In the elevator down I noticed what appeared to be a massive wad of snot in her hair.

“Hey, what’s in your hair?”

“This, oh, nothing.” She seemed mortified, but I couldn’t believe it was what I thought it was.

It was only later that we learned the real story. The studio people called and apologized that they couldn’t make the shoot. All their equipment and computers had been stolen. When we told them that there had been a shoot after all, they demanded that we give the police the descriptions of the perpetrators. The color drained from Claudia’s face when she heard about it. About a week later, a buddy of mine from work sent me a link to a hardcore milf porn website with Claudia’s photo shoot. She definitely did a lot more with Juan and Enrique than I thought she would. I guess she has another side to her that I knew nothing about until now.

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Girlfriend Goes Out Drinking With Bitter Rivals of Boyfriend

By Gustav Jorgenson

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Samantha came out into the living room wearing a short black cocktail dress and stockings. She was teetering in her high heels since she wasn’t very accustomed to wearing them.

“Whoa, where are you going?” asked her boyfriend Frank, looking up from playing his video game.

“I told you that I was going out drinking with Cindy tonight,” said Samantha with exasperation as she put in her earrings hurriedly.

“Why are you dressed like such a slut?” asked Frank suspiciously.

“You like this?” asked Samantha brightly, turning and wiggling her rump at him. Her short dress clung tightly to her rear, revealing it’s round shape.

Frank gazed longingly at Samantha’s butt and gorgeous legs. There was a strip of pale thigh visible above her stockings which always made him hard and this time was no exception. He felt himself stiffening at the sight of her.

“Who’s all going?” he asked her.

“Just some friends of hers from her new job at that bar Scooters,” said Samantha absently.

“Scooters?!” cried Frank in amazement. “That’s the place where I got in a fight with the bouncers!”

“Wait, what?” asked Samantha. “You never told me about that.”

“I uh, yeah,” admitted Frank awkwardly. “Well remember when I came home with that black eye last month?”

“Oh boy,” said Samantha, biting her nails nervously and avoiding Frank’s accusing gaze.

“Don’t tell me you and Cindy are going out drinking with the bouncers from Scooters,” yelped Frank indignantly.

“How was I supposed to know you got in a fight with those guys?” demanded Samantha defensively. “You never told me.”

“Well, you can’t go,” said Frank shakily. “You definitely can’t go drinking with those dickheads that beat my ass in the bar just for mouthing off to them.”

Samantha stood with her hands on her hips and just stared Frank down. She wasn’t used to taking orders from him and she wasn’t about to start now.

“I mean, come on,” he said weakly, wilting beneath her stern expression. “That’s not cool.”

“Frank, I can’t ditch Cindy at the last minute like this,” said Samantha reasonably. “I just have to go.”

“But that’s like betraying me,” whined Frank.

“Look, we are just having drinks,” said Samantha, pulling self-consciously at the hem of her revealing dress. “It’s not like I am going to sleep with all of them.”

“Yeah, well, can’t you at least go change into something less sexy?” begged Frank. “Put some jeans on or something.”

Samantha snorted in response. “You want me to go out looking like a bag lady?” she asked.

“Those assholes are going to be checking out your body like mad,” said Fred bitterly, his stomach roiling in jealousy at the thought of the big rough bouncers getting drunk and ogling his girlfriend.

“No they won’t,” said Samantha unconvincingly.

“Yes, they will,” asserted Frank. “That dress barely covers your crotch. And Jesus, are you even wearing a bra?”

“No,” said Samantha, covering her stiff nipples with her hands modestly. “But I never wear a bra with this dress, the straps would show,” she argued feebly, gesturing to the spaghetti straps of her dress.

“Oh man, what if one of them hits on you?” asked Frank, his brow breaking out in sweat as he looked his attractive girlfriend up and down. “Those big meatheads will get drunk and start pawing at you like crazy.”

Just then there was a honk from the driveway. “Oh shit, here they are,” said Samantha, glancing out the window. “Look, I know this is weird, and I wouldn’t normally go out with some guys that beat you up, but it’s too late to back out now. I can’t leave Cindy hanging.”

“Fuck!” said Frank in frustration, peeking out the window at the big black SUV in the driveway. The head bouncer from Scooters was at the wheel and Frank recognized him as the one that had given Frank his black eye.

“Look, I love you and I would never betray you, ok?” said Samantha, giving Frank a quick peck on the cheek.

Frank didn’t respond and Samantha teetered out the door. He watched through the window as she swayed down the driveway and the big bouncer got out of the SUV and looked her up and down appreciatively. Frank ground his teeth at the sight. The big man opened the back door for Samantha to get in and slapped her playfully on the ass as she climbed into the SUV.

Frank could take no more and went running out the door to confront him.

“That’s my fucking girlfriend, asshole,” shouted Frank, confronting the bigger man in the driveway.

“What the fuck?” said the bouncer, taken aback for a minute. “Oh hey, I remember you. Looks like your eye healed up but you still don’t know how to keep your mouth shut.”

“Samantha, get out of the car!” shouted Frank shrilly.

Samantha rolled down the window and yelled, “Frank, just go back inside, will you?”

“Yeah, just go back inside, Frank,” laughed the bouncer climbing back into the driver’s seat. “Don’t worry, me and my buddies will take good care of your girl tonight.” Then he slammed the door and pulled out of the driveway. Samantha waved consolingly to Frank as the SUV screeched down the street, loud music blasted from it’s obnoxiously loud stereo system.

Frank paced back and forth all night, unable to concentrate on anything but Samantha. He kept picturing her getting fucked by each of those muscle bound steroid freaks, one after another, crying out in ecstasy as each big man used her for sex and spurted his load inside and all over her. He drank beer after beer, getting drunker and more upset until he finally just passed out cold.

He was awoken the following morning by Samantha as she creeped in the front door with her shoes in her hand. Frank had fallen asleep on the couch and he groaned as he looked over at his disheveled girlfriend. Her hair was a mess and her makeup was all smeared. Her stockings were full of runs and her dress was stained with white splotches.

“Where the fuck were you all night?” demanded Frank. Then he paused after noticing how ragged Samantha looked and softened his tone. “Jeez, you look as bad as I feel.”

“Look, honey, I can explain,” said Samantha, holding up her hands for clemency.

“Ok, explain,” said Frank sitting up painfully and reaching for the bottle of water on the table to wash the taste of copper pennies from his mouth.

“We got a little drunk and I ended up crashing at Jimmy’s house,” croaked Samantha awkwardly.

“Who the fuck is Jimmy?” demanded Frank impatiently.

“Look, can I go get washed up first before we get into this?” pleaded Samantha.

“No, Jimmy is one of those bouncers, right?” spat Frank, his face burning with shame.

“Yeah, he was the one who opened the door for me last night,” admitted Samantha, with a grimace.

“And who slapped your ass,” said Frank tightly.

“Yeah, I guess,” said Samantha, coming over and sitting down on the couch next to Frank. She took the water bottle from Frank and took a long drink. “Look, those guys are actually really nice. It’s a shame you got off on the wrong foot.”

“Wait, what?” squawked Frank.

“They don’t have anything against you,” said Samantha defensively. “They said that you were being a real jerk to them the night they roughed you up.”

“Whose side are you on?” demanded Frank angrily.

“I’m on your side, honey,” said Samantha rubbing his shoulder to comfort him.

“Then why did you sleep at Jimmy’s house last night?” he pouted sullenly.

“The boys and I went to Jimmy’s house for more drinks after the bar closed and they uh, were too drunk to drive me back,” said Samantha evasively.

“Jesus, you went and drank all night with a bunch of asshats that beat the shit out of me,” said Frank, shaking his head in amazement and looking at Samatha with a hurt expression. “Why didn’t you take a cab home?”

“We were, um, it was, uh, I don’t know,” stammered Samantha, avoiding Frank’s accusing gaze. “We were having fun, actually,” she admitted in a small voice. “They were really into me.”

“They were into you?” complained Frank. Then he looked more closely at the stains on spattered all over Samatha’s dress. “What the fuck did you get on your dress?” he asked with disgust.

“Yeah, I, uh, don’t know,” said Samatha brushing at herself guiltily.

“Jesus, is that cum?” gasped Frank in shock. “Did you fuck those guys last night?” His heart was racing as the idea crossed his mind.

“No, ha, what the heck?” laughed Samantha weakly, taking his hand. “What kind of slut do you think I am?”

“You’re lying through your damn teeth,” said Frank, snatching his hand away. “Don’t insult my intelligence.” He glared at her angrily, but he didn’t want to believe she had cheated on him with those douchebags. That would be too humiliating.

“Ok, what do you want me to say?” pleaded Samantha desperately. “Maybe we horsed around a little, but it was just for fun, it wasn’t serious or anything.”

“What kind of horsing around?” demanded Frank suspiciously.

“Uh, let’s just forget about it,” said Samantha. “I’m taking a shower.” She got up and retreated to the bathroom, but Frank followed her insistently.

“You just seem guilty if you won’t tell me what happened,” whined Frank, standing in the bathroom door as Samantha twisted the shower knobs, releasing a spray of hot water.

“Look, let’s just talk about it later,” she replied, stripping of her dress casually.

Frank paused to admire her naked body for a moment then stopped short, “Hey, where are you panties?” he asked.

“Uh, I, well,” stammered Samantha, blushing furiously. She was at a complete loss of words. “I don’t know, actually,” she admitted. Then she hopped into the shower to avoid further discussion.

“How can you not know where your goddamn drawers are?” insisted Frank. His stomach dropped at the implication. “Why did you take them off?”

“I can’t hear you,” shouted Samantha as she soaped up her large round boobs and then reached down to scrub her bush while Frank looked on longingly.

“Oh, fuck,” swore Frank as he stalked out of the bathroom. “She fucked those guys, I just know it,” he said to himself miserably, pacing back and forth in the living room. He knew he should dump her over this, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was too in love with her. Besides, he didn’t really have any proof that she cheated.

Samantha got out of the shower and then scurried directly into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Frank had to work that day, so after he showered and dressed quickly then ran off to work without talking to Samantha any further. When Frank got home from work, he found the black SUV in the driveway and Jimmy knocking on the front door while two of the other bouncers sat in the SUV waiting for him.

Samantha answered the door just as Frank approached. She was wearing a short trenchcoat buttoned all the way up, and fishnet stockings, which seemed odd to Frank given the mild weather.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” demanded Frank, approaching Jimmy belligerently.

“Honey, take it easy,” said Samantha nervously, glancing back and forth between Jimmy and Frank.

“Hey, Frank,” said Jimmy, looking down at Frank condescendingly. “Look, I just wanted to apologize for myself and the boys about that misunderstanding at the bar the other night. No hard feelings, huh?” He thrust his hand out to shake but Frank just stared at him angrily.

“Don’t be like that, Frank, go ahead and shake hands,” said Samantha, drawing the collar of her coat closed self-consciously.

Frank gritted his teeth and reluctantly shook hands with the big bouncer. Jimmy crushed his hand in steel grip and Frank nearly cried out in pain. He shook his hand ruefully once Jimmy deigned to release him.

“Ok, well, now that you have apologized, you can go,” said Frank in annoyance.

“Sure, let’s go Samantha,” said Jimmy. “You look really nice, by the way.”

“Thanks, Jimmy,” said Samantha, blushing and looking down as she stepped out of the house and started teetering toward the SUV with Frank in her high heels.

“Wait, where the fuck are you going?” shrieked Frank shrilly, unable to believe this was happening.

“The boys and I are were just going to take Sam out shopping,” said Jimmy with a broad smile. “Don’t worry, your girlfriend will be in good hands.”

“Shopping for what?” squawked Frank.

“You know, just to the mall,” said Samantha uncomfortably.

“Why are you wearing that damn trenchcoat?” asked Frank irritably.

“Oh, uh, it’s just, ah, you know, a gag I guess,” said Samantha blushing furiously. “It was Jimmy’s idea.”

“Show him what you are wearing under there,” coaxed Jimmy, wagging his eyebrows at her.

“Don’t rub it in, Jimmy,” said Samantha, looking at Frank with concern.

“Show me,” demanded Frank, sweat breaking out on his forehead.

“Oh shit,” said Samantha, rolling her eyes and unbuttoning the coat. She looked around nervously to make sure no one was around, then opened her trenchcoat timidly to reveal that she was dressed only in a lacy bra and panties with garters to hold up her stockings. She quickly closed her coat again and buttoned it up while Jimmy laughed deeply.

Frank was at a loss for words, “What, what?” he stuttered in shock, his pits damp with sweat.

“Come on man, don’t be such a stick in the mud,” said Jimmy slapping Frank on the back and nearly knocking him over. “We are going to have Sam flash guys in the mall and take pictures of the reactions she gets. It will be hilarious!”

“Sam, you agreed to this?” asked Frank in amazement, mortified at the idea of these guys humiliating his girl in public like that.

“Oh Frank, don’t make a big deal out of it,” said Samantha, smiling sickly. “It’s just for laughs.”

“Yeah, besides, we are going to buy Sam some real nice lingerie as a present,” said Jimmy rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

“Wait, you are taking my girlfriend lingerie shopping?” croaked Frank in disgrace. “Not going to happen, I won’t allow it,” he said trying to sound forceful.

“Oh Frank, just relax,” said Samantha, forcing a nervous laugh. “It’s all perfectly harmless.”

“Yeah, we just want to show her our appreciation for the good time she gave us last night,” said Jimmy with a lewd smile.

“Hush, Jimmy,” said Samantha, slapping his shoulder playfully. “Don’t tease Frank like that.” Then she opened the door to the SUV and hopped inside.

“Wait, when are you coming home?” cried Frank desperately.

“Um, later, I guess,” she called, rolling down the window.

“We are going to take her back to my place again and have her give us a little lingerie show,” said Jimmy clapping his big hands together. “But don’t worry, there won’t be any hanky panky. I promise.” Then he winked lasciviously at Frank, jumped into his SUV, and peeled out of the driveway while Frank stood there gaping like a fish.

He stayed up late waiting for her to get home, but he wasn’t too surprised when she finally called around 2 am and said that she would be spending the night at Jimmy’s again. He tried to ignore the giggling in the background as he pictured his girl strutting her stuff in skimpy lingerie for those dumb jocks and it burned his ass, but he just swallowed his anger as he crawled into bed. He tried to convince himself that she was staying faithful to him. She was just having a bit a fun. Maybe it was all perfectly harmless like she said.


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Wife Spanked in Front of Husband

By Gustav Jorgenson

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Jim, Bob, and Susie were all good friends since college. Bob and Susie were a couple and later got married, but Susie and Jim always liked to flirt and tease Bob. He didn’t mind it since he trusted them both and loved his wife. But one day things got a little out of hand…

One afternoon, Bob and Susie had a BBQ at their house and invited some friends. In the evening, after all the other guests left, Jim hung around with the couple in the backyard having a few more drinks as was his habit.

“Ok guys, now that it’s just us, I am going to go change,” said Susie.

“Put on something slutty,” joked Jim.

“Yeah right, you wish,” said Susie with a smile, walking into the house.

“What’s the matter, Jim? You getting desperate now that’s you’ve broken up with Amber and you want to get your jollies ogling my wife?” asked Bob, handing him another beer.

“Your wife!” snorted Jim. “Don’t forget that I knew Susie before you did. I’m the one that introduced you two.”

“True, but now we are bound by the sacred vows of marriage,” intoned Bob seriously. But he couldn’t keep a straight face and he and Jim broke out laughing.

Bob and Jim contemplated the mild evening. They looked out across the lush green lawn, illuminated by the bright full moon, listening to the crickets, and drinking beer. After a few minutes Susie re-emerged from the house. She was wearing a thin halter top with short denim cut offs and she carried another six pack of beer.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” said Jim, looking Susie up and down and admiring her shapely legs, round ass, and generous bouncing breasts.

“Don’t be a perve, I am just trying to get comfortable,” said Susie with a smile. Then she bent over, pointing her ass at Jim provocatively as she put the six pack into the cooler the ground.

“Wait a minute, are you wearing a bra?” asked Bob wryly, noticing Jim checking out his wife’s ass.

“Nope,” said Susie, straightening up and shimmying her shoulders for her husband to make her boobs jiggle. “Like I said, I’m trying to get comfortable.” Then she flopped down on the cushioned wicker outdoor sofa next to Jim.

“That’s nice,” said Bob, slightly annoyed.

“Oh come on, don’t be so uptight,” laughed Susie opening a beer for herself. “It’s not as though Jim’s never seen my body.”

“Yeah, like that time in Rehobeth at the outdoor shower,” said Jim looking at her lasciviously.

“Yeah, that was awkward,” laughed Susie looking at Jim fondly.

“Wait, what?” asked Bob, sitting up to attention.

“You know, that time we all stayed at Gerry’s beach house in Rehoboth Beach and Jim walked in on me in the outdoor shower,” said Susie.

“I never heard about this,” complained Bob, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“Oh I’m sure we told you about that before, you just aren’t remembering,” said Susie furrowing her brows at her husband and leaning back against JIm on the couch.

“It wasn’t my fault!” chimed in Jim. “I mean, who takes off their bathing suit in those things? They are just for rinsing off the salt water.”

“So you were totally naked?” asked Bob queasily.

“Yepper,” said Susie with a devilish smile. “He saw everything I have to offer.”

“You’re a lucky man, my friend,” said Jim eyeing Susie’s boobs lecherously.

“Ok, yeah, let’s change the subject, shall we?” said Bob testily. He was sure that Susie never told him about that shower incident and he started to wonder what else she might have neglected to tell him.

“Moving on, how is Amber doing, Jim?” asked Susie, turning to look at Jim impishly.

When he saw Jim’s reaction, Bob broke out laughing in spite of his annoyance with his wife.

“Don’t start with that. We are through, I told you,” said Jim uncomfortably. He took a drink of beer and looked out across the lawn.

“What’s the matter, weren’t you giving her enough… good luvin’?” teased Susie, poking Jim in the ribs. “Is that why she had to go looking for someone to keep her warm at night?”

“Oh, you bitch,” yelped Jim with an indignant laugh. “You’ll pay for saying that.” Jim grabbed Susie and they struggled playfully on the couch for a moment.

“Bob, help!” Susie shrieked as Jim tickled her.

“You probably deserve it,” said Bob, amused but a little wary. It looked like Jim might have “accidentally” grabbed Susie’s boob once or twice.

Jim finally managed to pull Susie down and put her over his knees with her rump in the air.

“That’s it, you are getting a spanking now, young lady,” said JIm. His face was flushed from the exertion and the alcohol.

“Oh no, Bob, make him stop,” said Susie, gasping with laughter.

“Let her go, Jim,” said Bob with resignation.

“Come on, man. You heard what she said. She was questioning my manhood there,” complained Jim, holding the struggling Susie down on his lap. “I mean Amber and I just broke up and she is already rubbing salt in the wound.”

“Well, that’s true…” said Bob judiciously, taking a sip of beer.

“Noo!” shouted Susie. “Come on, I was just kid-ding.”

“Quiet down, you,” said Jim, giving her a slap on her soft round ass.

“I can’t believe you are letting Jim put me over his knee and spank me like this, Bob,” giggled Susie.

Bob noticed that she seemed to be enjoying herself more than was appropriate. He was also surprised to find that the sight of his old friend spanking his wife was making him slightly aroused.

Jim rested a hand on Susie’s rear and rubbed it slightly before giving her another, slightly sharper spank.

“Hey, that hurt,” purred Susie. She had stopped struggling and was clearly warming up to this little game. “It’s not my fault that you didn’t fuck your ex-girlfriend enough,” she said, wiggling her ass in anticipation.

“Oh, you want to play it like that, huh?” said Jim giving her a few more spanks in rapid succession.

Susie just laughed and rocked side to side slightly, but made no further effort to escape. Bob was embarrassed to notice that his penis was growing stiff at the sight of his buxom wife thrown over the lap of good buddy with her nice round ass in the air.

“You think you’re a big man?” teased Susie. “Spanking a poor helpless wife while her husband just sits there doing nothing?” Susie shot Bob a wicked smile.

Bob’s stomach felt cold and his cock stiffened at his wife’s flirting. He was torn between jealousy and curiosity, but he decided to play along. So he gulped some beer and replied, “I’m not doing nothing, I’m drinking my beer and watching.”

“Pssh, no wonder Jim can’t keep a woman. A real man would have pulled my shorts down and given me a proper bare-bottomed spanking,” said Susie with a twinkle in her eye.

“You think so, do you?” demanded Jim nervously, shooting his friend a guilty look. “Bob, I can’t have your wife questioning my manhood like this. I’m going to need to discipline her.”

“Ahh, Jeez, I don’t know,” muttered Bob half to himself. He was aroused by the situation but the jealousy was starting to twist his gut and he hesitated to let the flirting go any farther.

“See, you ask permission instead of just forging boldly ahead,” said Susie, unsnapping and unzipping her shorts as she lay over Jim’s lap. “You need someone to teach you how to be assertive.”

“Oh, that’s it, I’m sorry, Bob, but she is going to get it,” laughed Jim angrily, his face deep red as he grabbed Susie’s cutoffs and yanked them down to her knees, exposing her panties, barely covering her soft white buttocks. She made a show of struggling, but Bob noticed that she didn’t put up any real resistance. “And you don’t get to keep your panties on either!” exclaimed Jim, casting Bob a quick glance of trepidation before yanking his wife’s panties down.

“Uh, that’s a bit much, now, guys,” said Bob, but his voice caught in his throat. The sight of his wife’s bare ass waiting to get spanked by his friend had him frozen in fascination. His heart was racing and the blood was pounding in his ears.

Jim and Susie just ignored Bob’s comment. She looked over her shoulder and exchanged a smoldering look with Jim as she wiggled her ass again, challenging him to spank her.

Jim looked down and contemplated Susie’s beautiful round rear for a moment before slapping it playfully. Susie gasped in response and Bob noticed that her cheeks were flushed with excitement and her hair was a mess.

“I hardly felt that,” she said softly looking up at Jim pleadingly.

“How about this?” asked Jim giving her a solid whack on the rump that left a red mark on her pale flesh.

Susie yelped in spite of herself, but she gritted her teeth and said, “Nope!”

Jim cast a furtive glance at Bob as he laid a hand on Susie’s ass and rubbed it softly for a moment. Then he looked down again at Susie as he slipped his hand down between her thighs and prodded her vagina gently with his finger.

“You feel that?” he asked her softly.

Susie gasped with pleasure and looked over at her husband guiltily. “Uh, yeah, I felt that. Maybe I was wrong about you. It takes some balls to finger a wife in front of her husband like that.”

“Yeah, Jesus, Jim. Cut the shit, will you?” stammered Bob. He was flustered and didn’t know how to react.

“Yeah, uh, sorry about this Bob,” said Jim with chagrin. “But she was really questioning my manhood there.” He kept rubbing the soft, tender skin of Susie’s inner thighs as he talked. Then he moved his hand up and stroked her outer labia for a moment. He could feel moisture there, so he thrust an exploratory tip of his finger between her vaginal lips. Susie’s vagina was slick and wet inside and Jim’s probing elicited a moan of pleasure from her.

Bob gripped his throbbing, stiff erection unconsciously as he watched. “Hey! Am I supposed to just sit here watching, while you prove to my wife what a real man you are?” he asked helplessly.

“I don’t know what you should do,” admitted Jim as he started working a finger in and out of Susie’s hot, tight, vagina.

Meanwhile, Susie reached up and gripped the bulge in Jim’s pants. “My god, you are hard as a rock,” she moaned breathily.

Jim withdrew his finger from Susie and pulled her shorts the rest of the way off. The sound of crickets chirping filled the soft summer night as Bob watched his wife slide bare legged and bare assed off of his buddy Jim’s lap to knee expectantly before him.

“Unzip my pants,” Jim commanded Susie.

“What about my husband?” she asked, casting a look of concern back over her shoulder at Bob.

“Well, I guess he’s going to watch this time,” sighed Jim with resignation.

“This time?” yelped Bob with indignation. “What are you talking about?”

“Honey, let’s not dwell on the past,” said Susie soothingly as she unzipped Jim’s pants and extracted his stiff member. “What’s done is done, let’s live in the moment,” she continued as she stroked Jim’s hard penis.

“Suck it,” said Jim simply and Susie complied immediately, pushing her hair back from her face and turning slightly so that she could look at her husband as she slid the purple head of Jim’s swollen phallus between her lips.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” said Bob in a daze watching his wife perform felatio on his buddy. He realized that his mouth was bone dry and he took a satisfying gulp of cold beer to quench his thirst. “How long have you two been cheating on me like this?”

Bob grunted with satisfaction as Susie slurped heartily on his manhood. “Ah, it’s not really cheating exactly,” he said lamely. “Maybe we fooled around a little here and there. You know we were sort of friends with benefits before you and she met…”

“What?” said Bob in shock, stunned to be hearing these revelations while he watched his wife go down on his old friend out the in the backyard like this. “What about marriage vows?” But he feels silly trying to invoke those vows seriously after joking about them before.

“Oh come on,” coaxed Susie with a smile after pulling Jim’s cock from her mouth. “This is us we are talking about. We’ve all known each other for years. We are practically family. Can you really make a big deal out of this?”

“Lay down on you back,” demanded Jim urgently.

“Hold on a second, dear,” Susie said to Bob as she casually stripped off her halter top and laid back down in the cool grass spreading her legs in anticipation. Her pale skin glowed slightly in the moonlight as she lay there nude in all her sensual glory.

Bob admired his wife’s gorgeous body for a moment. He gazed with anxious appreciation at her dark bush, lewdly spread wide for Jim. Then looked over at the neighbor’s house nervously. The light was on in the Smith’s kitchen, which had a clear view right down into Bob’s backyard.

“Fuck you guys, what if someone see you?” he asked nervously.

“Well, if that’s all you’ve worried about, I’m just going to go ahead and fuck her then,” laughed Jim, shedding his pants and climbing on top of Bob’s waiting wife.

“This is so weird,” said Bob, shaking his head as he unzipped his own pants and started jerking himself off, casting a tense glance over at the Smith residence.

“Are you going to jerk off while you watch?” cackled Susie in delight. “That is so kinky! I love that you are being such a good sport about this.” She looked over at her husband lovingly. Then Jim pushed the head of his prick into her and she gasped with pleasure, quickly returning her attention back to her friend with benefits.

Bob looked on in fascination, masturbating himself while his friend Jim fucked his wife missionary-style in the grass. They made loud noises of lust but Bob was too engrossed in pleasuring himself to notice when Mr. Smith pushed through the low hedge that separateed the two properties and walked over to join them.

“What the living hell is going on here?” blurted the elderly Mr. Smith in bewilderment, wearing his signature plaid shorts and faded US Army t-shirt.

“Oh, hi, Mr. Smith,” said Susie cheerily, looking over at him from beneath Jim as he shagged her, his balls slapping her ass vigorously.

“Oh fuck! Mr. Smith!” exclaimed Bob in mortification, struggling to put his cock away.

“What is going on over there, Harold?” calls Mrs. Smith from their backyard.

“Stay over there, Martha. I’m handling this,” commanded Mr. Smith gruffly. He looks down in disbelief at the tableau before him struggling to understand what was going on.

Jim noticed the new arrival and stopped fucking Bob’s wife. He pulls out of her and looked up at Mr. Smith in surprise and embarrassment with his stiff cock hovering over Susie’s belly, still slick with her juices. She reached down and yanked on Jim’s scrotum playfully and he gasped in ecstasy. The tug pushed him over the edge and he started spurting load after load of semen all over her stomach and large breasts.

Bob noticed Smith looking at Susie’s naked body as she lay there drenched in cum and he saw Smith’s expression change from perplexity to amusement and maybe even arousal.

“My God, Susie, what are you doing, getting plugged by a man who isn’t your husband in the backyard?” Then he gestured over at Bob with a wicked smile. “While your hubby looks on no less?”

“Sorry, were we making too much noise?” she asked sweetly, propping herself up on her elbows as Jim climbed off of her clumsily. Bob noticed that she made no effort to hide her nakedness and might have even shook her shoulders slightly to get her boobs shaking.

Mr. Smith stood looking down at Bob’s sperm-soaked wife for a moment before answering. He ran his eyes up and down her body from her shapely legs still spread wide, over the dark patch of her pubic hair, and then up to her large generous boobs with her pink nipples pertly erect.

“Mr. Smith?” asked Susie again, with a little smile. “Are you enjoying the view?”

Smith looked over at Bob with a strange smile and wiped his brow with his handkerchief. “What was I saying, son? I got distracted. Oh yes. Your wife has a fine figure, I will give you that,” he said to Bob. “I wouldn’t share her if I was you.” He looked back at Susie who just lounged there unselfconsciously in the nude. “I guess this is a different era than the one I came from,” he said distractedly as he gazes at Susie’s lovely pale orbs and pink nipples.

“What can we do for you, Mr. Smith?” prompted Susie with a suggestive smile.

“Uh, right. Well, it’s a free country and all, but I would be obliged if you folks would, uh, keep it down a little when you are having your fun in yard.” Smith looked at Jim with annoyance as he struggled to back into his jeans. “You know if my wife had come over here, you would have given her a heart attack.”

“Well I won’t tell her how much you seem to be enjoying the sight of my naked body, don’t worry,” teased Susie with a laugh.

Smith broke out laughing at this, but didn’t stop admiring Susie’s body. “You are a bad girl. That’s for sure. I don’t know, get a tent or something if you must make hoo-ha in the yard though. It would be more neighborly.” Then he turned and gave Bob a strange look. “Bob, come and see me tomorrow, boy. You need a talking to, I think.” Then he waved vaguely and turned to trudge back to his house, shaking his head in bemusement.

Susie broke out laughing. “Wow, that was so fucked up. Old man Smith really got an eyeful of my bod. I think he was hot for me.” She jumped excitedly to her feet and rushed over to Bob, boobs bouncing as she grabbed her husband by the hand. “Come on, honey. I will go rinse Jim’s spooge off myself and then I need you to fuck me more. He stopped before I could cum.”

“Can I watch?” asked Jim lecherously.

“Sure, hang out if you want to,” said Susie shooting Bob a sly glance. “Maybe you can slip it to me again later if you can get it up again.”
“That’s nice,” said Bob sarcastically, but he let his wife lead him back into the house by the hand. Jim slapped him on the shoulder good naturedly and Bob looked at him sheepishly.

“I don’t know how I’m going to deal with this wife-sharing business on an emotional level,” admitted Bob aloud as he and Jim waited in the bedroom for Susie to return from the bathroom.

“Maybe Mr. Smith will have some good advice for you,” joked Jim gently.

Just then Susie returned, naked as could be, pink and clean from a quick shower. She strode over pushed Bob back on the bed aggressively. “Maybe Smith isn’t going to offer advice at all,” she said pulling Bob’s pants off. “Maybe he wants to ask if he can get a crack at me himself… maybe you should let him!” she exclaimed with a laugh as she put her husband’s cock in her mouth.

Bob couldn’t tell if she was kidding or not, but lust quickly pushed all thoughts from his mind as his wife gave him the most intense blowjob of his life.


Gustav Jorgenson’s cuckold stories:
Wicked Wife Mischief: NEW! Tales of Erotic Liberation
Slut Wife, Happy Life: Naughty Wife Tales
Exhibitionist Wife Tales: 15 stories of wives cheating in public
Most Popular collection: Gustav’s Selected Shorts
Giant chunks of cuck erotica: Wives Cheating Vol 1-5 Box, Collected Longs
Hate reading?  Try an audiobook:
Slut Wife, Happy Life Audiobook
Hard Times, Hot Wife Audiobook
“What’s My Wife Doing With That Guy?” Audiobook

Wife Judges Erection Height

By Gustav Jorgenson

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My wife Elaine came swooshing into the room in her short red dress with black stockings and my eyes bulged out of my head.

“Wowee, you look swell!”

She came over and pressed her generous bosom against my shoulder as I sat reading in my easy chair, rubbed my head affectionately, and planted a nice wet kiss on my cheek.  “I just love our Friday night dancing,” she cooed.

“Oh, yeah, me too,” I sighed, putting down the paper.

“Oh, come on, you,” she laughed.  “Can’t you at least pretend to be excited?  For my sake?” Her eyes were twinking with excitement as she smoothed her dress down over her shapely hips, and added a final primp to her short blonde hair.  

“You look great, no one can believe that you are over 40.”  I patted my own fat paunch ruefully. “I wished I was aging so gracefully.”

“You just need more exercise,” she said, grabbing my hand.  “And dancing is wonderful exercise!”

I smiled at her girlish enthusiasm and let my bubbly little wife lead me out to the car.  We drove over to the Imperial Ballroom on the other side of town. It was in a strip mall near the freeway set between a dollar store and a guns and ammo dealer.

“Quite an imperial location,” I said.

“Oh definitely,” agreed my wife.  “Regal in fact.”

The large parking lot was empty at this time of night, and we found a space near the entrance easily.  We went inside to the fluorescent lit foyer with white walls and stained gray carpet and I gave the receptionist my card to pay the ten dollar entrance fee for my wife and I, then we moved into the low ceilinged “ballroom.”  Tables were arranged around the edges of the dancefloor, which was a floating hardwood floor to make it easier on the back when dancing for extended periods. The right wall was covered in mirrors and had a ballet bar mounted along the length of it.  Along the back wall was a water cooler and a folding table with some tired looking snacks, cheez whiz and crackers, supermarket vegetable platter with crusty looking ranch. Not too appetizing.

The crowd here was definitely lower class.  Men and women alike donned t-shirts with writing on them and faded jeans.  

“I always feel overdressed at this place,” I said, looking down at my standard work outfit of a button down cotton dress shirt, wool slacks, and leather wingtips.

“Nonsense, you look terrific,” said my wife, giving me a hug and kiss.  I liked feeling her boobs press up against me. They comforted me. “You might even inspire some of these other fellows to spiff up their act a bit.”

“None of the woman can hold a light to you, darling,” I said, kissing her cheek in response, and she blushed with pleasure at the compliment, though she cast her eyes down modestly.  But it was true, my wife was the classiest and best looking lady in the place, and I felt proud to have her by my side.

Per usual the night began with a short lesson before adjourning to a social dance.  Tonight was a swing dance lesson. The instructor demonstrated a few steps, had the couples try them out, and then the ladies all rotated clockwise so that everyone got to dance with everyone else.  I always found this bit a bit kinky. It felt like wife-swapping. I was always a bit jealous to see my wife whisked away by other men. Watching them hold my pretty wife in their arms, watching them press her sexy body up against their own bodies.  Not to mention the fact that I was a terrible dancer and all the other guys danced circles around me.  But I didn’t want Elaine to be stuck with my two left feet all night, so I didn’t complain.

“You’re doin’ it wrong,” complained my current partner.  Her straw-like bottle blonde hair, was pulled, unwashed, into a ponytail at the top of her head, and she was missing a tooth.  Her t-shirt read, “I’m with stupid,” with an arrow pointing to the right.

“I’m sorry?”

“You only hold the one hand in this dance,” said the trailer park denizen with disgust.  “Ain’t you been listenin’?”

“I am sorry,” I said sincerely, trying not to gag on the stench of her perfume.

“You can’t dance for shit, you know that?” she asked me tactfully.

“You are right, I better sit this one out,” I said.  And I bowed to her and retreated to the tables to watch, while my partner make a flicking motion with the back of her hand, dismissing me.

Elaine looked at me with concern, but was soon swept away by a tall redneck in camouflage with a cre3w cut.

I crossed my arms and watched as one man after another danced with my wife.  She just floated along, head thrown back, having the time of her life. I felt myself relax from the sting of humiliation to see Elaine enjoying herself so.  I started to realize that the other fellows really didn’t know the steps any better than I did, they just carried them off with more bravado, dipping when they should have been twirling and pulling when they should have been pushing, but they just carried on with total aplomb.  I could never be like that, I would always freeze the minute I lost track of the step count. One, two, three-and-four, five-and-oh drat.

After the lesson was over, Elaine hugged her partner and came running over to sit with me.  She was glistening and glowing from the exertion and she threw her arms around me with a laugh.

“Oh, Bernie, I am just having the time of my life!  Why are you moping over here?”

“I just don’t know how to dance, sweetie,” I said.

“Oh pooh, no one knows how to dance, you just sort of throw yourself around the floor and try to have a good time.  You take things too seriously, dear. Come on, the social dance is starting.” She tried to pull me up but I resisted.  A tango had come on and I felt embarrassed at the idea of trying to fake a tango.

Just then the crew cut guy in camouflage came up with a cup of cold water and offered it to my wife. I realized he was just a kid, maybe 19 years old, but thickly built and with perfect posture. I pegged him as military.

“You must be thirsty after all that fine dancing, ma’am,” said the soldier.

“Oh Tommy, how sweet of you, darling.  Thank you so much,” my wife took the cup and drank it down while the soldier watched her.  “Oh where are my manners? Tommy, this is my husband Bernie.”

“Hello, son,” I said, getting up with a creak in my hip to shake his offered hand.

“Sir,” he said.  “With your permission, sir, I would like to ask your lovely wife to dance.  If it’s not too forward, sir.” The young man had a very earnest look on his face.

“Isn’t he charming?  Such a polite boy. Of course I would love to dance with you.”  She turned to me. “He’s just a marvelous dancer, Bernie. You should watch how he does it.”  She paused, then nudged me. “Uh, he’s waiting for your consent, dear.”

“What, oh, yes, please, go ahead, you two dance,” I said with a forced smile.  I know it’s silly, but I didn’t like how my wife was lauding this guy in front of me like that.  It made me feel like second fiddle.

A man barged up to our table in Harley Davidson t-shirt that was a bit short and rode up to reveal some of his fat, hairy belly.  “Not so fast, not so fast, there! I want to dance with Miss Elaine.”

Tommy smiled at the newcomer.  “With all due respect, uncle Jessie, I was here first.”

“Well I would have beat you to her, but I had to stop and take a whizz!” said Jessie with a grin.  He winked at Elaine and she covered her face.

“Oh, Jessie, you are so bad,” she said.

“That’s right, I’m the bad one.  My nephew Tommy boy is the brave one, and my brother Cletus is the dumb one,”  he threw his arm around a weak chinned fellow wearing a t-shirt with an American flag in the talons of an airbrushed bald eagle.

“What trash you talkin’ now, brother?” asked Cletus.

“Oh, my goodness, Cletus, are you Tommy’s father?” asked Elaine.  She put her elbows on the table and leaned forward inquisitively.

“Naw, he’s my sis Lizbeth’s young’un.”  Cletus stared down at Elaine’s pale cleavage and rubbed his jaw.

She glanced at me with amusement and pulled the folds of her dress together to cover her chest a bit better.

“Now, now, no need to hide your light under a bushel,” said Jessie.  He leaned down and pulled the top of my wife dress out so he could look down the front.  “You need to set those bad boys free, let em get some air.”

Elaine cackled with laughter and slapped Jessie’s hand away.  “Stop that, you bad boy. You are terrible.”

Jessie just lifted his chin proudly.  “Your wife got some fine titties.”

“Well, yes, quite,” I said, taken aback.

“Sorry about my uncle, ma’am.  He’s not house trained,” said Tommy.  “Would you care to dance?”

“Of course, dear. I thought you would never ask,” said my wife.

“Wait, wait, let’s all have a snort of this first,” said Jessie.  He pulled a silver flask out of his back pocket.

“What’s that?” asked my wife.

“Good stuff,” said Jessie.  He grabbed my wife’s cup and poured a clear liquid into it.  I could smell the ethanol from where I was sitting.

Elaine wrinkled her nose.   “Ewww, too strong for me.”

“Now, now, Tommy is deploying overseas on Monday.  This weekend we are going to celebrate. Tommy deserves to have a lovely lady to celebrate with.  You drink that down.”

Elaine hesitated.  “Are you really deploying on Monday, dear?” She asked.

Tommy grabbed the flask from his uncle and drank a swig. He squinted his eyes as he swallowed.  “Yes, ma’am,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“That a boy, drink it like a man,” said Jessie.  He held up his flask to Elaine. “To Tommy.”

My wife sighed, tapped her cup against the flask. “To Tommy,” she agreed and drank down her booze.  “Wow!” she coughed. “That’s potent.”

‘Now can we dance, uncle?” asked Tommy.

“Run along, but I call dibs on her next,” said Jessie, flopping down beside me and offering me the flask.

“Call dibs on me?” laughed Elaine.  “How nice.” Her eyes were glistening from the booze already.

“You gonna take a swig or no?” asked Jessie when I didn’t take the flask.

“No thank you,” I said.

“Don’t give me the stink eye just cause I took a peek at your wife’s hooters, now.  That’s just the start of it. We got a bet as to which one of us gonna bed her first.”  Jessie gouged me in the ribs with his elbow. “She’s a fine piece of ass, my friend. I can’t wait to grab those sweet thighs and insert my johnson right into her…”

“Aw, lay off with all that guff,” said Cletus.  He snatched the flask from Jessie and took a draught.  

Jessie looked at his brother indignantly, took the flask back and drank.  “You sure you don’t want none?” he asked me.

“No, I don’t want none,” I said with annoyance.

“Now don’t get all prickly, honey,” he told me.  “I’m just running my mouth.”

“So I hear,” I said.  

He snorted and drank some more.  They turned on the disco ball and the room was filled with spots of light rotating around illuminating couples as they danced.  We watched Elaine and Tommy dance swing to a contemporary pop tune. They really were good together, I had to admit. I didn’t like Jessie one bit, but I had no idea how to get rid of him.  I hoped that his brother and nephew would keep him reined in.

When the dance was over, Tommy lead Elaine back to the table.  She hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Tommy blushed furiously as she sat down.

“Lookit him turn red,” laughed Jessie, pointing at his nephew.

“He do got a bit of color,” allowed Cletus.

“Oh, that was so much fun!” said my wife.  “Come on, Jessie, your turn.” She took his hand and pulled him to his feet, then pulled the flask from his hand and took a swig.  

“At a girl,” he said.  He slapped my wife’s ass soundly, making her squeal and run ahead.

A sexy R&B song came on and everyone starting grinding.  The women were squatting down and shaking their asses and the men coming up behind, grabbing them by the hips and grinding up against them from behind.

“Uh, oh,” said Tommy.

“Yup,” agreed Cletus, who produced another flask.  “You sure you don’t want none, mister? Things might get a little hairy about now.”

I took the flask and downed a slug of it.  The fire of the rotgut burning my mouth and making my eyes water, leaving me gasping for air.  I watched in despair as my drunken wife hiked the hem of her dress way up, exposing her gorgeous thighs to the tops of her stockings as she twerked right along with the best of them, bouncing her round rump eagerly against Jessie’s crotch. He looked ove rand wagged his tongue at me as he dry-humped my wife on the dance floor.  Then he reached up and grabbed her boobs in his hands while I watched, and she allowed him to get a nice grope in, even pinching her nipples before pulling his hands down and putting them back on her hips.

“Did you see that?  Did you see?” I sputtered in shock.

“Yessir, looks like he copped quite a feel there,” admitted Cletus.  “He is a bad one, and that’s the truth. And truth for truth, she didn’t put up too much of a fight there neither.”  Cletus looked at me with one bleary eye.

“Yeah, it took her awhile before she pulled his hands away,” I said with acrimony in my voice.

“And she still working that nice round ass up on him, lordy,” said Cletus.  He wiped his brow with a filthy blue bandana.

“I’m real sorry, sir, I will break it up,” said Tommy.  He jumped to his feet and gallantly rushed over, tapped his uncle on the shoulder to cut in.

Jessie tried to resist him, but Tommy grabbed his uncle in a deft wrist lock and gave him a shove that sent him stumbling back toward our table.  Elaine looked back to find Tommy behind her and she grabbed him in a hug and started kissing his neck. I stared with my mouth hanging open as Tommy’s face went beet red.  He gently disengaged from my wife and they started dancing.

Jessie joined us at the table with rueful laugh.  “Well I oughta let the youngster have a crack at her.  He’s deploying on Monday.”

“He deploying some wood right now, is what,” added Cletus.

My jaw dropped even further. We could see the huge bulge in Tommy’s pants from here, even in the dark.  He held my wife’s hips and tried to hold her away from him, but she kept twerking her butt up against the tentpole in his trousers.

“She’s trying to get at that wood,” said Cletus.

“Can you drop the play-by-play?” I snapped.

“Have another drink, friend,” he said, offering me his flask.  

I took it and drank off another good gulp.  It went down smoother the second time. “I can’t believe this is happening.  She’s always been such a good faithful wife.” My gut was flipping with anxiety.  I watched Tommy give in to Elaine’s coaxing and start pushing his tool into her rear.  Her head was thrown back in primal abandon as she worked herself onto his rod.

“Ain’t you two swingers?” asked Cletus with surprise.

“She told us you was swingers,” said Jessie.

“What?!” I shouted in disbelief.

There was a pause, then Cletus and Jessie broke out laughing.

“He’s a dumb as you are, Cletus,” said Jessie.

“She never said that, brother,” said Cletus, slapping me on the shoulder.  “I was just pulling yer leg.”

“But you might become swingers before the night is through,” said Jessie.  “Like it or not.”

The song was ended and Elaine was pulling Tommy back to the table. “Hey guys, I’m worn out.  How about we all go back to our place and have a nightcap?” she asked.

Jessie gave me a significant look.  “You gonna change into something sexy for us to see?” he asked her.

“I think I might be able to dig up a little something that you boys might find interesting,” she said.

“Elaine!” I cried.  “Come on now. You are drunk.  I need to take you home and put you to bed and let these gentlemen go on their way.”

“But Bernie, Tommy is deploying on Monday.  I want to show him a good time!”

“Ma’am, you already show me a darn good time,” said Tommy.  “I’m real pleased I got the chance to dance with you tonight.”

“You pleased me with what you showed me just now too, Tommy,” growled my wife.

“Elaine!”  I shouted.

“I’m just teasing, Bernie,” she pouted.  They she smiled and ran over and put her arms around me from behind, rested her chin on my shoulder, kissed my ear.    “Jeez, you always take everything so seriously. Why don’t you relax a little, loosen up, try to have some fun.”  She licked my ear. “Let’s have the boys over for a few drinks. What’s the harm?”

“Oh my god, I know I’m gonna regret this,” I said.

“I promise to keep my uncle on his best behavior,” said Tommy.

“Whose gonna keep Elaine on her good behavior?” muttered Jessie.

“Maybe I feel like being a little bad tonight,” she laughed.  “Come over and see.”

We stood up to leave, Elaine swaying a bit as we threaded our way amongst the dancers in the dark, lit by the spinning disco balls.

The three rednecks jumped into a pickup truck and followed us as I drove Elaine home in our BMW.

“Darling, this doesn’t seem like a good idea.  You’ve had too much to drink. You let that one guy feel your boobs…”

“Just a little,” she objected.

“And then you kissed Tommy on the neck,” I said.  For some reason I was getting an erection as I recalled my wife, draped around his shoulders, nibbling on his adam’s apple.

“Ooops, did you see that part?  Sorry, honey, I got a little carried away.  But I promise to be mostly good when we get home.”

“Mostly good?”

“Well maybe a little bad, but fun bad, you know, not too serious.”

My mouth was getting dry.  ‘What, uh, what do you mean? Not too serious.”

Elaine was leaning against me, her boobs up against my shoulder.  She grabbed my erection and cooed. Then she whispered in my ear. “Maybe I will put on some really naughty lingerie, you know the see through stuff, and let them dance with me some more, you know, like the really dirty dance where they poke their pickles up against my bum?”

“Elaine…” I moaned as she tugged on my penis.

“It’s making you harder and harder,” she moaned back.  ‘You want this.”



And then we were pulling into the driveway and the rednecks jumped out of their truck and came up the walk.  Elaine ushered us all inside, me walking in a daze, bringing up the rear.

“Open a bottle of champagne, Bernie.  Let’s have a going away toast for brave Tommy,” shouted Elaine.

I opened the bottle in a daze, flutes poured all around.  “To Tommy,” we shouted, downed our drinks. These guys are going to fuck my wife tonight,  was all that I could think.  And it made me hard. And I was ashamed to be hard.

“Weren’t you gonna slip into something slutty?” coaxed Jessie, flopping down with a grunt into my favorite chair, the rich chocolatey leather creaking under his bulk.

“Yes, I am, but I want Tommy to come help me get changed,” said Elaine.  She batted her eyelashes at the tall erect soldier and I felt the blood drain from my face.  I thought I might faint.

Tommy looked at me with guilt, his rosy cheek flushed bright red.  “Uh, ma’am?”

Elaine put her hands on her hips.  “Are you going to ignore a damsel in distress who is requesting your assistance?”

Jessie and Cletus chortled.  “Her pussy is in distress,” muttered Jessie.

Tommy gulped, looking between me and my wife, his face a mask of indecision.  

“Bernie, tell him it’s ok for him to come help me,” said Elaine.  “Tell him it’s just playful.” Her face brightened. “In fact, why don’t you come along?”

“Huh?” I asked.

“That’s it, nothing to fear, Tommy.  Bernie will come along and make sure nothing naughty happens,” said Elaine.  She crooked one elbow through each of our arms and lead Tommy and I toward the bedroom.   Jessie and Cletus made to follow, but Elaine chirped out, “No no, you two stay here in the living room.  Have some whiskey until we get back.”

Jessie snapped his fingers but then consoled himself by grabbing a bottle of expensive whiskey from the bar.

“Honey, what are we doing?” I asked.

“Something fun!” said Elaine.  She pushed me down on the bed. “You just lay there and keep an eye on things.”  She turned her back to Tommy. “Now Tommy, can you unfasten my dress?”

“Ma’am?” he looked at me with distress and longing.

“That’s an order soldier,” said my wife with a cute little voice, wiggling her rear in anticipation of being undressed by the big virile man.

“Yes ma’am,” he said and he fumbled with my wife’s dress until he got it unhooked.  She stepped out of it lightly and turned to face him in her bra, panties and stockings.

“What do you think?” she asked.  She ran her hands down her slightly rounded pale belly, down her perfect thighs, up around her broad hips to cup her big boobs.

Tommy gulped and his tentpole rose to attention.

“Hmm, I can see that you approve,” she said, eyeing his bulge.

“Honey,” I croaked.  I could feel my own tent pitching.

“Shush, you,” she said sweetly.  Then she turned her back to Tommy again, arched her back slightly, knees together, wiggled her round butt at him.  “Now undo my bra.”


She turned to look over her shoulder at him.  “You have unhooked a woman’s bra before, I take it?” she asked seriously.  “If not, you will certainly need to learn this skill to be a proper soldier.”  She giggled as Tommy struggled with the tiny clasps. My cock was rock hard as I watched, said nothing, could barely breathe.  Finally the bra popped open. My wife sighed with relief, discarded her bra, turned back to face Tommy with her big boobs swinging, pink nipples as erect as he was.  Then she bent over and pulled her panties down, showed Tommy her neatly trimmed snatch, as blonde as her head of hair, stood there in just her stockings. “Well soldier?”

“Looking mighty fit, ma’am.”

“Good answer,” she laughed.  She pinched the bulge in his pants playfully and Tommy groaned.  Then she turned and started rummaging through her lingerie drawer.  “How about this?” she asked, holding a white lacy bra up to her boobs, leaving her cunt exposed.

“Uh, that’s nice,” he said.

“No, no, we want something to give dirty Jessie a thrill,” said Elaine.  “Don’t we Bernie?”

“I’d rather not actually,” I admitted.

‘Oh you’re no fun,” she pouted.  Then she pulled out a cupless bra that left her boobs fully exposed but propped them up from beneath to make them jut out more.  She put it on and showed Tommy. “She how this makes them stick out?” she asked innocently.

“But they aren’t covered at all, ma’am,” stammered Tommy.

“Well why should you and my husband get all the fun?” she asked with a laugh.  She stripped off her stocking and put on some black pantyhose with a hole in the crotch.  “There is a hole right here, give me your hand, you feel it?”

“Elaine,” I said, my hardon raging.

“Yes, ma’am,” groaned Tommy as my wife held his hand in her crotch.

“Do you know what that hole is for, Tommy?” she asked.

“I think so, ma’am,” he said.

“Good, maybe you will show me later,” she purred.

“Elaine,” I moaned.

“Oh, come on then, let’s go back out and see what Jessie has to say about my outfit,” giggled Elaine.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, ma’am.  He’s not disciplined like I am,” said Tommy.

“Oh, how cute.  You want me all to yourself,” said my wife, patting his cheek.  “Don’t worry, honey, you are my favorite, but I want to play with the other boys too.”

Tommy gave me a worried look as we followed my bare chested wife out to the living room.

“Hot DAMN!  That’s what I’M talking about.  Come on over here baby and let me snack on those titties,” shouted Jessie.

Elaine ran to him with a laugh and put her jutting white knockers near his face and he snatched them into his hands and squeezed them, put one in his mouth and sucked noisily on her nipple while she cradled his monstrous head in her hands and cooed.  Then she noticed me watching with disgust, and sighed. “Don’t sulk so, darling. Pour us another round of champagne.”

When I returned with the champagne, he had her other nipple  in his mouth and was sucking contentedly on it while she stroked his hair.  I cleared my throat and she pulled reluctantly away from him and took her champagne.  Jessie took his and we all downed ours.

“Sweet sweet titties,” sighed Jessie.  We were all staring at my wife’s amazing tits.

“Uh, ok, I like being the center of attention and all, but I’m starting to feel objectified,” said Elaine.

“What do yo expect when you come out here with your tits and pussy on display?”  I snapped.

“How’s her pussy on display?” asked Jessie.

“Oh didn’t you notice these pantyhose had a hole in the crotch?” giggled Elaine.  She turned her back and bent over so that her swollen vaginal lips poked out between her thighs.

“Daaamn!” shouted Jessie and he ran forward and tried to get his finger into my wife’s cunt, but she wriggled away from him with a laugh.

“Ok, I’ve had enough of this game,” she said.  “I have a new game to play. It’s a penis judging contest.”

“Har, har, the biggest man wins, huh?” laughed Jessie.

“No there is a twist,” said my wife.  “The hardest man wins.”

“Uh, oh,” I said.  I was having more and more trouble with erections as the years went by.  Maybe this was why my wife was being so forward tonight. Maybe her sexual frustration had reached a breaking point.

“Each of you pull your penis out.  I’ll give you each one kiss and let you feel my boobs and my butt and my hoo-ha one time to get you started and then that’s it.  If you can get it up 90 degrees – straight out, that’s half a hardon, you get a handjob, good effort. If you get it up around 120 degrees, say three-quarters hard, that’s hot, you get a handjob and a blowjob.  If you get it straight up like 180 degrees, that’s a real man, I will jerk it, suck it, fuck it, worship it. If you can’t get it up to 90 degrees I don’t have any use for it.” Elaine leered at us. “Ready to play?”

“Jessie already got a head start by sucking them titties,” complained Cletus.

Elaine put a finger on her chin.  She looked really slutty thinking it over with her tits sticking out like that.  “Good point. Do you want to suck them, Cletus?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.  She came close and he started grabbing and sucking my wife’s boobs like a wild man. She gasped  in shock. Cletus ran his hands all over my wife, gripping her butt cheeks in his hands, fingering her pussy, all while he slurped first one nipple then the other.  Elaine’s cheeks were red and she was panting with arousal when he suddenly unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. It was thin and pale with blue veins, not quite six inches, but it stood at three quarters mass and my wife dropped to her knees to suck it.

“Pretty hot at least 120, but not the full 180, worth a blowjob,” she said.  I watched in despair as my horny wife ran her tongue up and down his shaft, licked his glans as she made eye contact with me and giggled.  Then she sucked his balls while she jerked him. He didn’t last long and started spurting cum in her hair while she had one ball in her mouth.

“Thankee kindly ma’am,” he said. “Been a long time since I busted my nut on such a fine, fine woman.”

“Thank you for playing, Cletus.  That’s a fine hard cock you have there,” said my wife.  “Bernie, your turn.”

“Honey…”  I looked around with trepidation.

“Don’t you want to play?” she asked.  Was there just a hint of disdain in her expression?  

How many nights had she sighed in frustration, me not able to get it hard enough to get inside her? I slumped my shoulders in defeat.  “No I don’t want to play.”

“I’ll play, baby,” said Jessie.  He pulled his dick right out, but it only stuck out at 90 degrees.

“Hmm, not much going on there,” said Elaine skeptically.

“Well, uh, let me get my kiss,” he said.

“Ok, just one kiss,” allowed Elaine.  

She embraced him and he kissed her hard on the mouth, reached back and grabbed her ass forcefully, jammed his half erect cock right between her legs.

“Hey, he’s cheating,” I said.

“Shush, you aren’t even playing,” panted my wife.

I watched helplessly as Jessie squeezed my wife’s left boob with one hand while he pulled her pussy open with the other and tried to wriggle his cock into my woman.

“Why that half hard little cock can’t do anything,” she chuckled, struggling to break from from his grasp.

But he was too strong and he lifted her up by the pussy and managed to slip it into her.

“Oh!” she gasped.

“Yeah, Oh,” he agreed.  “That pussy wet,” he added eloquently.

“You aren’t allowed to fuck me, it’s not at 180,” she panted.

“Too late,” he countered.  And sure enough, he was swiveling his hips back and forth as he fucked my wife face to face, standing up.

“Oh, no, no,” panted my wife, still trying to break free.  “Make him stop, Tommy.”

“Let her go Jessie,” warned Tommy.

“Just…one…more… ugh, ugh, yeah, right inside,” he said.

“You didn’t!  You can’t cum inside me!  I might get pregnant!” cried my wife.  She slapped Jessie’s face.

He just chuckled in response.  “Should have thought of that before you put those crotchless pantyhose on,”

Elaine stamped her foot in anger.  “It wasn’t even very hard,” she fumed.

“Nevermind, honey, give Tommy a chance,” said Cletus soothingly.

“Oh, well, you are right, it’s Tommy’s turn.  Give us a kiss Tommy,” my wife got up on tiptoes to kiss Tommy. “Not put your hand on my boob.  Good boy.”

“Uh…” said Tommy.

“Now put your hands on my bum, come on you can do it.”


“Now poke your finger into my pussy, nevermind that nasty juice soldier, just poke it…oh, yes, Tommy, yes, that’s it.  Again, baby, deeper.”


“Now let’s see that cock, Tommy, boy,” urged my wife.  She unzipped his fly with excitement and his member flipped straight out and up, pointing directly at the ceiling.

“Them young’uns full of piss and vinegar,” said Cletus with admiration.  “I used ta get that hard when I was a boy.”

“Oh my god, I’m in love,” moaned my wife, yanking Tommy’s crank with abandon.  “Take me in the bedroom and have your way with me.” Tommy picked up my wife and carried her back to the bedroom.  “Come on Bernie, you can watch! It will be fun.”

And I did.  And it was. I went and watched as my wife sucked Tommy’s cock and then jerked him and then spread her legs wide and he climbed on top of her and she gripped his big hairy nutsack while he was fucking her, pumping that hard cock in and out and she asked me if it didn’t look just like a tennis ball, and it did.  And I jerked my own poor cock and low and behold, I was pointing at the ceiling myself for the first time in many a moon. I watched Tommy’s nuts tighten over and over, heard him grunt, watched his yellow-white pearly semen dripping out of my wife’s cunt and he pulled out and shot some cum onto her belly and she pulled him back and pushed his erupting cock back inside her greedy for every spurt to go inside, and yet I rejoiced at the return of my true boner.

As Tommy climbed off my wife and she lay in an orgasmic glow, I ran over and proudly displayed my phallus, pointing boldly skyward.

“Bernie, I’m so proud of you.  Come and take your reward.”

“Uh, sloppy thirds?” I laughed.

“I’m afraid so,” she sighed.  She got up on all fours so I could do her doggystyle and a shocking glob of man pudding came drooling out of her cunt.  “Sorry, that’s sort of gross.”

“Actually, it’s working for me,” I admitted, and I stuck my hard as rock cock right into my wife, making her gasp in shock for the first time in years.  And I fucked the living shit out her, rubbing her clit until she came two times, before emptying my own load inside her. And if she got pregnant, we would need 23andme to see who the father was.  But none of that mattered. We found the way to get my mojo back. I just had to watch my wife getting owned by other men. And suddenly I grew very excited about Friday dance night. And word got around, and we became one of the most popular couples around. At least among the single men.

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Monogamy feels constraining to some couples. The wives in this anthology are eager for other men to plant their seed deep inside them. The husbands dragged along on these wild rides struggle with the swirling confusion of jealousy, betrayal, and arousal. After a wild ride, these rambunctious couples emerge exhausted, liberated, and thoroughly satiated. Gustav Jorgenson returns with his signature style of classy suburban cuckoldry, with tales ranging from kinky home improvement arrangements to scenic tours of Northern California’s clothing optional hot springs. A fun romp of debauchery, transgression, and unshackled sexuality.

Wife Opens Blouse for Bully

By Gustav Jorgenson

We were standing in a crowded bar that we probably never should have stepped into in the first place.  Myself, my wife, and my friend Jimmy, had gone out for drinks in San Francisco when we stumbled into a strangely working class Irish bar in North Beach.  The three of us must have looked like real nerds, pale and white with our thick rimmed glasses and carefully parted hair. Of course ours was a common look for tech workers throughout the city.   But this place was full of big jock types in 49ers gear with their “basic” women in tiny dresses, teetering around on heels and shouting in voices raspy from alcohol and cigarettes.  It was like a throwback to another time. I couldn’t figure out how people like this could even to afford to live in the Bay Area anymore.

“Nice crowd,” grumbled Jimmy as he was shoved aside by huge indifferent guy trying to get a drink at the bar where we were standing.  The interloper had his baseball cap on backwards and was wearing his sunglasses on the back of his neck.

“Yeah, maybe we should go,” I muttered, looking around nervously.  I didn’t have a good feeling about this place.

“Oh shit, come on you guys,” coaxed my wife, Cindy.  “I think this is fun. We never meet people like this.”  She stared in fascination at two young women in micro skirts shouting right into each other’s faces like braying donkeys.  They were so drunk they were swaying back and forth and a couple of beefy guys in sports gear were rubbing their mouths and eyeing them like prey.

“The mating habits of the lower classes,” said Jimmy.  He had finally managed to get the tough looking woman behind the bar to serve us and he handed out our cocktails.  Cindy tittered at his joke and I granted him a wry smile to acknowledge his humor.

“What are we talkin’ about, mating habits?” asked the backward baseball cap guy who had just shoved Jimmy aside.  He elbowed his way between my wife and I and looked down brazenly at her chest. She was wearing one of those white milk maid style tops with a drawstring bodice and it made her boobs look huge.  Well her boobs are pretty big, but this made them look bigger.  She was doing a sort of hippie peasant style lately and I normally found it flattering but at this moment, I wished she had dressed more modestly.

“Um, we are having a private conversation here,” I said.

The big douchebag looked down at me with disdain.  “Take it easy there, little man. Don’t get your panties in a twist, I’m just talking.”  Then he looked back at my wife’s tits. “I like this top,” he told her. “It’s nice.”

Cindy blushed madly under the big jerk’s intense scrutiny.  She coughed and then giggled nervously. “Uh, thanks? I guess?”

“So it kinda unties here, huh?” he asked, toying with the string tied in a bow at the center of her bodice.

“No the top here is just stretchy elastic, the string is just for show,” my wife said.  She was just chatting away while this brute examined her milky white cleavage with interest.

“Oh, like this?” he asked.  He tugged on the decorative bow and pulled my wife’s top open so he could look down the front.

“Hey!” gasped my wife.  She slapped his hand away, and started snorting with laughter.  She pushed her glasses back up and glanced up at him with a little smile that one might use with a rambunctious child while he guffawed like a big oaf.

“You can’t just, just mess around with my wife’s top like that!” I stammered.  I stepped around the bigger man and wedged myself between him and Cindy. “She’s my wife!” I added and then realized that I was being redundant since I had just said that.

“Get the fuck out of my face,” he cursed.  Then the ruffian literally shoved me aside so hard that I fell down against the bar.  I felt tossed back like a ragdoll. Other people were pushed aside by the force of his shove and they squawked in indignation as drinks were spilled all around.

“Sydney!” shouted my wife in concern and she and Jimmy rushed to my side.

“Are you OK, buddy?” asked Jimmy as he and my wife bent down to help me.

“She got a good ass too,” commented my assailant.   He was watching my wife’s rear in her snug skirt as she was bent over.

“Nobody asked you!” hissed my wife angrily over her shoulder.  “Look, you hurt my husband, you brute!”

“Ah he’s fine, I could have knocked him out if I wanted.  I went easy on him.” The big man shook his head and looked down at me with a suppressed grin.

“Ok, ok, what’s going on over here?” asked the bouncer.  He pushed his way through the crowd. Then he recognized my attacker.  “Oh hey Tommy.” My blood ran cold as I watched them exchange fist bumps.  “You causing trouble?”

“Nah, dude’s clumsy, he just fell.  He’s not too coordinated I guess, look at him,” said Tommy.  He pursed his lips at me.

“That’s, that’s not true,” squeaked my wife in shock.  She and Jimmy were hauling me clumsily back to my feet.  “He pushed my husband down!” She pointed at Tommy in accusation but the bouncer was just looking at her boobs.

“She got a nice rack,” he told Tommy, ignoring my wife.  

Tommy broke out laughing and started punching the bouncer’s shoulder.  “That’s what I’M talkin’ ‘bout.”

“What did you say?!” cried my wife incredulously.  “I’m telling you this guy assaulted my husband.”

“Yeah, I saw it,” seconded Jimmy.  He wagged a finger at Tommy.

The bouncer gave us three a gravely stare and said nothing for a moment.  A crowd had formed around us. “Tommy said he fell. He’s in here all the time, so…  when it comes down to ‘he said, she said’ I gotta go with my gut.”

I could feel his animosity.

“Who’s in charge around here?” demanded Jimmy.  He was really indignant about this.

“I’m the manager,” shouted the tough looking woman from behind the bar.  She had a low cut crop top that showed off her fake tits. “I saw the whole thing and it looked like the dork fell over.”

“That’s just not…” exclaimed my wife.

“This isn’t a tech bar sweetie,” the woman told her with malice.

And that was all.  Tommy and bouncer went off to talk in the corner and crowd returned to their drinking.  The show was over.

“We better get out of here,” I said.

“Are you ok?” asked Jimmy.

I patted myself down and my neck felt a little stiff from the fall but overall, I wasn’t really hurt.  “Yeah, I’m fine. But this place is scary.”

“We are staying,” said Cindy.  Her lips were tight with anger.  I had an ominous feeling when I saw her expression.  My wife was a sweet woman, very smart and kind, but she could really be stubborn.  “I’m not going to let them have the last laugh and run out of here with our tails between our legs.  I’m getting us more drinks.” She slipped between two big meatheads and called out the the tough manager with the boobjob.

The manager was surprised as my wife ordered, but handed over the drinks with a look of grudging respect.

“I don’t like this, Cindy,” complained Jimmy as she handed him a fresh cocktail.  “We won’t get fair treatment in a place like this.”

“Let’s just go out on the back patio and see if it’s more quiet out there,” said Cindy and we followed her out.  We stepped into a small courtyard with potted trees and blazing heaters. Only a couple of people were out here, smoking illegally.  But we mostly had the area to ourselves. It was a surprisingly pretty scene with the all the greenery around.

“Wow, it’s actually pretty nice out here,” I admitted.

“But that guy Tommy is still here and he knows the bouncer,” whined Jimmy.  He was clearly afraid and was glancing around apprehensively.

Cindy looked at Jimmy with pity.  I felt a little embarrassed by my pal’s spinelessness, so I tried to show some backbone myself.  “No, look, it’s comfortable out here, nice and warm. Not too many douchebags mashing into you. Cindy is right.  We should stay for a bit and not let them intimidate us.”

My wife smiled at me brightly and rubbed my arm in affection.  “That’s the spirit, honey. Just one drink. To show them we aren’t afraid of them.”

“Some kind of territorial pissing?” mumbled Jimmy into his drink.

“Come on Jimmy,” coaxed my wife, trying to tickle him and lighten his mood.

He cracked a smile and pushed her away.  “Social signalling it is, then.” He sighed in resignation and we all stood enjoying the fresh night air.  The breeze was carrying the cigarette smoke away and we could barely smell it.

I admit that I was very uptight at first and shared Jimmy’s fears, but I wanted to put on a good face for my wife to show her I was brave.  After a while, the patio’s pleasant atmosphere and the effect of the alcohol lightened my mood.

“Wow, that guy Tommy was really going after my boobs,” commented Cindy.  We were into our third round at that point somehow. She gripped her large bosoms in her hand and squeezed them while Jimmy looked on with interest.

“And the bouncer liked them too,” agreed Jimmy.  “They are big.”

Cindy seemed to be enjoying Jimmy’s attention and she played with her titties for him a little more, bouncing them in the palms of her hands.  I felt myself getting an erection and wondered if my wife was interested in a threesome with my pal and I. That would be pretty hot. “What’s the big deal?  They are only mammary glands.”

“Signals of reproductive fitness,” I said with a slur.  I was pretty sauced up at that point.

“Oh fuck!” said Jimmy and his face went white.  “I was afraid of this.” We turned to look and saw Tommy and bouncer come out onto the patio.

“Holy shit!” shouted Tommy.  “You guys are still here? I thought you left and took the nerdy slut with you.”  He and the bouncer walked over quickly. They were swinging their limbs around loosely and looked drunk and ready for a conflict.

“I’m not a slut,” objected my wife.  She straightened her shoulders and stood taller to confront him, but the effect was that her breasts jutted forward more.

“Oh, yeah I like when you stand like that, it’s makes them stick out more,” said Tommy.  He never took his eyes off my wife’s chest while the bouncer cracked up laughing.

Cindy deflated for a moment, but then resumed her posture and even waggled her shoulders a bit, shaking her boobs defiantly.  “Yeah, well, you will never get your hands on these,” she told him.

“Sure I will,” he told he smoothly.   “Who’s gonna stop me?” So confident.

“I think we should go, you guys,” whimpered Jimmy.  He was so afraid, that I felt ashamed of him in that moment.

“You are a big dick, you know that?” my wife blurted hotly. Her eyes were flashing now, and her dander was up.

“I have a big dick, if that’s what you mean,” he rejoined.  Then he grabbed his crotch lewdly and my wife rolled her eyes with disgust.

“Why don’t you two just move along?”  I said. I was so drunk that I swaggered right up to the two huge muscle men without a care in the world.  I guess I was showing off for my wife.

My bravado didn’t last long.  Tommy’s hand shot out with a blur and felt myself jerked practically off of my feet as he grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked me toward him.

“I could like literally smash your goddamn face in, dorkwad,” he told me.  He said it in almost a friendly way and I could feel my pits growing damp with apprehension.

“Hey, hey, wait, look, don’t do that,” chattered my wife with concern.  “You want to see my boobs? No big deal. Just put my husband down.” She grabbed the elastic band at the top of her bodice and pulled it down slightly to reveal more cleavage.

“Ooh, I like where this is going,” said the bouncer rubbing his palms together.  He had tattoos all over the backs of his hands.

“Me too,” grunted Tommy as he tossed me aside.

I stumbled but managed not to fall this time since there was more room out here and I was able to regain my footing.

“I don’t know why men get so excited.  They are just mammary glands,” repeated my wife.  She gave Tommy a playful look as she pulled down her top briefly and flashed him a view of her bra.

“No, no, wait, here, let’s do this,” he strode forward and stood close to my wife.  She had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye with her big doe eyes.  “You let me feel up your tits and I promise not to crush your husband.”

“You know we could just call the cops you guys,” said Jimmy. He had his phone out and everything, ready to dial 911.  I felt scared and intimidated, but even I thought that was overboard.

“Or we could just leave,” I offered weakly.

Cindy looked up at Tommy submissively as she answered me.  “No, dear, there might not be time. We might not be able to get away.  I better do what he says. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Yeah, but um,” I objected.  It was too late. I felt my mouth go dry as I watched my wife pull the top of her bodice down and tuck it under her large boobs, exposing her lacy bra.   She licked her lips as she looked up at Tommy expectantly and I felt a sharp pang of jealousy and frustration mixed with fear and somehow a bit of arousal.

“This is super hot,” commented the bouncer.

“This is sick, it’s assault,” complained Jimmy.

“Technically, it’s not assault against me, he’s just threatening Sydney,” said my wife.   She was still making doe eyes at the big jock.

“Unhook your bra,” commanded Tommy.  The big man was hovering over my little wife menacingly. She unhooked her bra and her big white boobs came spilling out, pick nipples going cock eyed in either direction.

“Cindy!” I gasped.  “Seriously?”

“I don’t want you to get hurt, baby,” she purred.  Then she cooed as Tommy grabbed her tender knockers in his big rough hands.  Her cheeks were flushed bright red and her eyes with shining with excitement.

“Aww yeah, these are good titties,” giggled Tommy as he toyed with my wife’s boobs.  He looked over at me brazenly as he fondled my wife’s bare chest. “How do you like this, little man?” he asked me.  “You like how your wife lets me feel her up?”

“No sir, I don’t like it,” I said in the voice of that horse from Ren and Stimpy and it made my wife titter.  But I could feel my dick getting hard as I watched the big alpha male take liberties with my nerdy little woman.

“Nice and soft,” he told me as he cradled them in his hands.  “Look, I’m pinching her nipples now.”

“Oh,” exclaimed my wife.  She was breathing faster now as the big man worked her knockers.

“Look at her, she is into it,” he chuckled.  “It’s making her hot.”

“No it’s not,” objected Cindy weakly.  But she didn’t sound sincere at all. It was making me hot just watching.

“This is like a damn nature documentary,” commented Jimmy.  “The dominant bull has faced down the smaller males of the pack and now asserts it’s sexual prerogative with the fertile female.”  He intoned this in a deep narrator voice and I had to laugh along with Cindy and the bouncer. I couldn’t help it. It was so true.  It was also giving me such a boner.

“That’s right, bitch,” Tommy told me.  “Your wife’s ass is mine now. Lookit, I’m fucking juggling her melons and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Don’t be rude, Tommy,” panted my wife.  She laid her hands gently on his as he persisted in rubbing her bare breasts.

He just ignored her.  “Lift your skirt up, let me see that ass,” he told her impatiently.

Cindy looked around bashfully.  “People are looking,” she whined. It was true, two mouthbreathers and their trashy ladies were glancing over from the other side of the patio.

“Don’t worry about them, I’ll block you,” said the bouncer and he moved over slightly to block their view with his immense bulk.

“Do you want me to punch your husband or not?” asked Tommy.  But he didn’t sound threatening any more, he was too aroused.  He sounded urgent and horny.

“I don’t even believe you will punch Sydney,” Cindy told him.

“Yeah, well, I might,” he said distractedly.  “Now lemme see that ass.”

Cindy laughed. “You really are assertive,” she said. She was impressed by this brash retard.  It sort of annoyed me and I could feel my stomach roiling with jealousy as she turned, bent over, and lifted her skirt for him.

“Nice! Lookit that ass, K-Dog,” said Tommy excitedly as he slapped my wife’s rear.

“Looking good,” agreed the bouncer known as K-Dog.

“Now pull your panties down!” Tommy demanded of my wife.

“Tommy, please, that’s going too far!” she cried.

“Do it!” he bellowed in a deep voice and my wife squeaked in submission and slid her underwear off, exposing her bare ass to us.

Tommy bent down to put his face close to my wife’s butt as he looked back at me triumphantly and started squeezing her cheeks.  “Lookit this!” he told me. “You like how I rub your wife’s ass little man?”

“It’s uh, pretty rude I guess,” I admitted.  I had to adjust my pants as my penis grew stiffer and stiffer at the sight of this jerk molesting my wife.

“I’m sorry about this, honey, are you ok?” asked Cindy sweetly as Tommy ran his hands gratuitously over her white ass and lovely pale thighs.  “Is this freaking you out?”

“Pretty much,” I admitted.

“Look watch this,” Tommy urged me and he put his hands between my wife’s legs and fingered her labia which was poking out puffily now.

“Oh god you are fresh,” panted my wife. She was clearly aroused now.

“I’m funky fresh medina, baby,” he crowed.  

“That’s just, such a stupid reference,” said Jimmy critically.   But he was gazing in fascination as Tommy impudently poked his finger into my wife’s twat.  It emerged slick with her juice. She sure was wet.

“Turn around and show us that pussy,” Tommy told my wife.

“Oh my god,” sighed my wife.  She glanced around nervously as she turned and stood upright before us.  Her big beautiful tits were still hanging out for all to see as she lifted the front of her skirt and showed us her crotch.

“Yeah,” exclaimed Tommy with a guttural growl.  “Lookit this pussy,” he told me as he grabbed my wife’s cooch roughly.  “I’m gonna FUCK this pussy,” he bragged to me.

“No, no you’re not,” whimpered my wife.  Her eyes were glazed over with passion as the big man forcefully squeezed her vagina.

“Your husband can’t stop me, he’s a wimp,” laughed Tommy.  “Isn’t that right, little man?”

“I uh, don’t know if I could stop you actually,” I admitted.  But at that point I didn’t want to. This was too exciting, to see my wife getting used in public by a douchebag.  It was exhilarating really and it made me horny as hell.

“It’s best if we just do what he says,” said my wife.

“That’s right, feel this, this is what I’m gonna fuck you with,” said Tommy proudly and he took my wife’s hand and put it on the massive bulge in his jeans.

“Oh wow,” said my wife in surprise.  “You are really hard.”

“That’s right, you hear, that, little man?” he looked at me imperiously as my wife fondled his junk through his pants.

“Oh God, Cindy,” I said, gripping my own boner.

“I know, this is terrible,” she said in a consoling tone as she knelt in the grass before the bully.  “But look at this.” She unzipped his pants and I felt my chest constrict as the huge erection practically erupted from his pants.  My wife nuzzled his stiff dong with her face, resting is along her cheek as she looked back at me sweetly. “He’s really big, honey,” she told me excitedly.  “Big and hard. Wow. And he’s not circumcised. That’s so weird.” I watched breathlessly as my nerdy wife gripped the bully’s cock and gently pulled back his foreskin, revealing his red sticky glans.  “It’s like a dog penis or something,” she said gazing at it in fascination. Jimmy and the bouncer laughed, but Tommy just groaned with pleasure as my wife starting licking the glistening head of his penis.  “Ooh it tastes funky,” she said, wrinkling her nose at me.

“Um, ok,” I said weakly.

“Honey, remember to breath,” she told me with concern.  “I’m going to suck it now, ok?”

I realized that I had been holding my breath and I expelled suddenly as I watched my wife on her knees, sucking my rival’s cock. We stood there, the bouncer, Jimmy, and I while my wife’s head bobbed up and down as she administered to Tommy’s cock right there on the patio of this proletariat bar.

“Man she sucks a mean cock,” said the bouncer in admiration.  Cindy looked him in the eye as she ran her tongue up and down Tommy’s stiff shaft.  That struck me as being an extremely slutty thing to do. Not just suck off a bully in front of me,but in front of other guys too and even look them in the eye while she did it.  My cock was painfully hard.

My wife paused sucking Tommy’s dick for a moment and knelt there jerking it and staring at it with adoration.  “I just love this cock,” she blurted to Tommy’s delight. Then she gave me a guilty glance. “Oh jeez, honey, I’m being bad, I know.  How are you feeling about this?”

“I mean, I don’t know,” I admitted, kneading the lump in my pants desperately.  “It’s a little shitty of you to give blowjobs to guys who threaten to beat me up I guess.”

“But did you see the size of his balls?” she giggled.  She cradled Tommy’s huge hairy testes in her palms of her hand.  “They are ginormous!” she gushed. I felt a little inadequate when wife raved about another man’s testicles.

“No surprise, it takes a big pair of stones to fuck another mans wife right in front of him,” put in the bouncer.

Just then the tough manager woman with the boobjob came out on the patio and joined our group.  “What the holy fuck is going on here? Is that the nerdy bitch from before? What’s she doing with Tommy’s nuts in her hands.”

“I’m going to suck them,” Cindy told her happily.  “They are really big and hairy!” Then my wife started sucking the big jerk’s scrotum while the manager laughed in amazement.  Cindy was really enthusiastic about it, making loud slurping sounds as licked and sucked.

I groaned in despair and arousal as I wrestled with the boner in my pants.

“That’s right, bitch, suck those balls,” gloated Tommy.  He grabbed my wife’s hairs and roughly jammed her face between his legs while she practically gagged on his nutsack.

“And this pussy of a husband is just going to stand there watching?” the titjob manager spat with disgust, jerking a thumb in my direction.  “That’s San Francisco for you. Freaks everywhere.”

“He knows I’ll just smash him if he tries to interfere,” said Tommy.  “How does it feel to watch your wife gobbling the nads of a real man?”

“I mean it feels like, kind of weird,” I said.  I didn’t want to admit how arousing this was in spite of the humiliation.

“Honey, don’t take this the wrong way,” gasped my wife, coming up for air.  “I mean, he’s obviously more macho than you are and I didn’t realize how stimulating that would be for me, sexually. But of course I still only love you.  I couldn’t love a beast like him. But I did sort of get wet when he started pushing you around.”

“Jeez, how can you say that?,” I complained.  Wow, my wife really had a soft spot for tough guys I guess.

“Bitch, get up and bend over, it’s time for me to fuck you silly,” demanded my wife’s new lover.

“Hold that thought, dear,” my wife told me sweetly as she eagerly jumped to her feet and presented her ass to the bully so he could do her from behind.

“What a little fucking slut,” laughed the tough manager in admiration.

“Yeah, she’s a good little whore,” agreed Tommy.  He grabbed my wife by the hips as she lifted the back of her skirt for him and then thrust himself into my wife from behind, making her cry out in surprise.

“Oh my god you are big,” she moaned.

“You are fucking tight,” he cursed through gritted teeth.  “I’m going to blow my wad right inside your fucking whore wife,” he told me with relish as he bent my woman over and started pumping his cock in and out of her.  I just watched her big naked boobs swinging back and forth as the bully dogged her. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was hanging open in ecstasy.

“And so the alpha male mounts the fertile female while the betas look on jealously from the sidelines,” intoned Jimmy in his documentary narrator voice.

“He’s really fucking me hard,” my wife whined to me.  “He’s really manly.”

“Uh, ok.  Thanks for sharing?” I said awkwardly.  I desperately wanted to just unzip and start jerking off while I watched my wife getting mounted by this dominant bull, but I was too ashamed to do it.

“How you like it when I bang the shit out of your wife, bro?” barked Tommy at me aggressively as he stabbed his cock more and more forcefully into my wife.

“I’m a sort of upset obviously,” I said.  Though I was mostly upset that I didn’t have the guys to just masturbate while I watched.

“It doesn’t really mean anything,” whimpered my wife.

“Letting this guy fuck you you mean?” I asked.

“Wait, sorry, I’m cumming,” groaned Cindy and she put her head down and shuttered.

“Yeah, you fucking bitch, yeah,” shouted Tommy and he paused for a moment, grinding himself deep into my wife’s womb.  “Fuck yeah, there it goes. I’m emptying my load up in your wife, little man,” he crowed triumphantly. I just ground my teeth in frustration, but said nothing. I guessed I would be jerking off imagining this moment for weeks if not months to come.

Tommy pulled out of my wife and slapped her on the ass.  “Give me your number,” he said and my wife quickly blurted it out as he tapped it into his phone.

“Honey, jesus!”  I complained.

“Look at it this way,” Cindy told me as she rehooked her bra and pulled her bodice back up.  “I took a pounding so you didn’t have to.”

It wasn’t really that funny, but Jimmy and I laughed along anyway.  The bouncer even bought us another round of drinks to show there were no hard feelings.

Gustav Jorgenson’s cuckold stories:
Slut Wife, Happy Life: Naughty Wife Tales
Exhibitionist Wife Tales: 15 stories of wives cheating in public
Most Popular collection: Gustav’s Selected Shorts
Giant chunks of cuck erotica: Wives Cheating Vol 1-5 Box, Collected Longs
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Slut Wife, Happy Life Audiobook
Hard Times, Hot Wife Audiobook
“What’s My Wife Doing With That Guy?” Audiobook


Wife Dates Two Guys

By Gustav Jorgenson

It was a sunny summer afternoon, and being Saturday, I had the day off and was sitting on the back patio reading A Dance with Dragons, drinking iced tea and listening the birds chirping. The green lawn of my back yard stretched out before me and I sighed with satisfaction as I sat in the shade, shielded from the hot sun by the back awning. I heard the front door open and turned around to see my wife, Anne, come bustling into the living room behind me, carrying a bunch of shopping bags.

“Whoa, what’s this all about? I thought you were just going to pick up a new bathing suit,” I laughed. Anne’s normally pale complexion was bright and rosy and her cheeks were flushed with excitement.
“I met these two younger guys at the mall and they asked me out for drinks tonight,” said my wife, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
“Ahh, what?” I asked, feeling slightly queasy at the thought.
“Well, I bumped into these two fellows, Jerry and Roger in the line at Starbucks and we struck up a conversation and we just sort of hit it off.” Anne gave me a wicked smile that filled me with foreboding. Then she tossed her head and hurried off the bedroom with her bags.
I sat in shock for a moment thinking this over. What on earth was my wife doing agreeing to go out drinking with two perfect strangers that she met at Starbuck? We had been married almost 20 years and she had never done anything like that before. It didn’t seem proper. I put my book down and headed back to the bedroom to find out more. I found my wife spreading out her purchases on the bed. She had bought some new dresses as well as lacy stockings and bras and underwear. She seemed very agitated.
“Oh my gosh, I feel like a nervous schoolgirl. I haven’t been on a date in years. How am I going to pick the right outfit?” she murmured, her brow wrinkled with concentration. “I have to call Janet to come over and help me.”
“But, I mean, it’s not really a date,” I said, picking up a transparent bra that she had just bought.
“Well, it sort of is,” insisted my wife as she casually stripped out of her jeans and blouse. I looked at her soft white body, admiring her hourglass figure and big boobs as she discarded her mismatched bra and panties and took the sexy bra from my hands. I was distracted by the sight of her naked form and my penis started growing stiff as I watched her put on her stockings and underwear. She posed in the mirror, her pink nipples just discernable through the thin material of her bra and her shapely legs encased in dark shiny thigh-high stockings. She was poking at her brunette bob, primping her hair to good effect. “Does this look sexy enough?”
“It’s sexy, of course,” I stammered, reaching down to adjust the hardon in my shorts. “But, uh, why are you so concerned about wearing sexy underwear? It’s not like anyone is going to see you in it.”
Anne flashed me a glance, her baby blue eyes twinkling wickedly. “Let me call Janet to help me. I can’t expect my husband to help me get ready for a date with two gorgeous men.” She bent over to rummage around in her purse, and I gazed with admiration at her round ass cheeks. Once she had her iPhone out, she shooed me from the room with it as she pulled up her best friend Janet’s contact info.. “Ok, out, out, you, I need to find the right outfit and you aren’t helping.”
“I don’t know why you keep call this thing a date,” I whined as my petite little wife pushed me out of the bedroom with a good-natured smile.
“Janet, darling, I had the most outrageous afternoon at the mall today, you won’t believe it. What are you doing right now? I need you to come over right away and help me,” babbled my wife happily into her phone as she closed the bedroom door in my face.
“This really isn’t appropriate,” I said to the door.
I wandered out back and paced around in the backyard as I contemplated this turn of events. The birds were still chirping and the sun was still shining, but my mood was troubled now. The hot sun beat down on my head as I wandered about aimlessly, ruminating.
“Hey Sam!” called my next-door neighbor Ed from his back porch. “What’s the matter, did you lose your keys or something?”
“No, no, Ed, just thinking,” I called back with a wry smile.
“Well beer always helps me think, want a beer?”
“Uh, sure,” I agreed. Maybe it would be good to talk this over with Ed. My wife and I had lived next to Ed and his wife Caty for years.
Ed pushed through the shrubs between our two backyards holding a six pack high over his head.
“What’s bothering you, buddy?” he asked, handing me a beer and settling into a chair on my patio.
I took the beer gratefully and twisted it open. I took a deep draught, pausing to enjoy the crisp pilsner and to collect my thoughts.
“You know Anne and I, Ed,” I began, “My wife and I have a happy marriage and I’ve never been the jealous type. But Anne never really gave me much reason to be jealous. She is a good, modest, wife and never flirted with other men.”
“Uh, sure,” said Ed, looking at me strangely. “What are we talking about exactly?”
At that moment we heard a car pull up in front of the house and then I heard Janet and my wife’s cackling laughter from the living room. Janet poked her head out the sliding door to the porch and called out to us. “Hallo, there Sam, hi Ed,!” she shouted cheerfully. “How are you, loves?”
“I’m fine, Janet, fine, just a little confused,” I replied with a crooked smile.
“Oh, I know, I don’t really understand this myself,” laughed Janet. “But Anne certainly seems happy. I haven’t seen her so animated in years.” Then Anne appeared behind Janet, wrapped in a robe, and she dragged her girlfriend back inside, waving merrily at Ed and I.
“Of course she will sometimes go out for drinks with her male coworkers, but I never really think anything of it. She certainly never made much fuss over what she wore when she went out with the guys from her office,” I continued in a daze after drinking more beer.
“Sam, do want to tell me what the hell is going on here?” asked Ed leaning forward, brows furrowed in concern. He looked very worried, clasping his hands together on the patio table that separated us.
“Anne is getting ready to go out drinking with two guys she met at the mall today,” I said, holding up my hands helplessly. I didn’t feel that I was conveying the situation very well.
“Well, that seems perfectly harmless,” said Ed, leaning back and giving a puff of relief. He rubbed his balding pate thoughtfully. “Sure, Caty goes out drinking with guys from her job sometimes. I don’t make a big deal out of it.”
“But she never calls it a date, right? Anne is referring to this as a date,” I complained, feeling petty and jealous.
“Yeah, but if it’s with two guys, how can it be a date?” asked Ed.
“She insisted it was a date,” I continued. “And, uh, she deliberately put on some sexy underwear in preparation. Janet’s here to help pick a sexy outfit.”
Ed pursed his lips judiciously, “Ohh, well, that’s uh, I don’t know what to make of that, I admit. I guess women always want to look nice, but the sexy underwear is going a bit far.” Ed laughed uncomfortably. “I mean it’s not as though she is planning on showing two strange guys her underwear tonight, is she?”
I just looked at him miserably and took a swig of my beer. What if she is? I thought to myself and my gut twisted with jealousy.
“Come on, you can’t be serious,” laughed Ed, but his eyes were worried.
“Why did she refer to these two guys as gorgeous? That didn’t sound right to me. A wife shouldn’t talk about how gorgeous other men are to her husband,” I stammered. I felt indignant, but there was a strange feeling inside me as though my familiar old wife was suddenly transforming into a stranger.
“Ok, boys, what do you think?” called Janet, opening the sliding screen door and pushing my wife out onto the patio.
My mouth dropped open as I gazed at my wife’s tiny black dress. It was cut low to expose her generous cleavage and was so short that there were a few inches of thigh visible above the tops of her stockings. I noticed Ed staring with shock at my wife’s slutty outfit and he adjusted his crotch unconsciously as he ogled her body. Anne tugged bashfully at the hem of her dress and wiggled her hips. She was blushing furiously.
“You look like a goddamn prostitute,” I blurted angrily. “You can’t go out with two strange men like that.”
“Sam, how could you,” gasped my wife. “I’m nervous enough as it is without you giving me a hard time. Can’t you say something nice and flattering? I’m already feeling insecure about this.”
“Tsk, tsk, Sam, shame on you, playing the jealous husband,” scolded Janet.
“Well, it is a very, ah, revealing, dress,” put in Ed, keeping one hand over his crotch.
Janet squinted at him angrily and he held up his other hand as though to ward off a blow. “I mean, you do look marvelous, I mean, you are a knockout in that dress, Anne,” he said.
“But it sure doesn’t leave much to the imagination,” I said. I felt my heart thumping in my chest as I looked at my wife. The impression that she was a stranger to me got much stronger. She never dressed this way.
“A woman always likes to dress nicely when she goes out on a date,” said Janet, looking down her nose at me.
“These two guys are much younger,” explained my wife. “I’m afraid that they won’t pay attention to an older lady like me unless I show them a little skin to pique their interest.”
“Well, that dress is sure to pique something,” laughed Ed, but he subsided guiltily when I shot him a look of betrayal.
“A wife shouldn’t be going on a date in first place, let alone with the intent of sexually stimulating two younger men!” I said, patting the tabletop for emphasis.
“Look at you acting like a jealous husband after all these years,” said my wife coming over and squeezing my cheeks affectionately. “That is so cute, honey,” she said, planting a quick kiss on my lips. Then her phone buzzed and she pulled it out excitedly. “Oh my gosh,” she gasped her eyes widening as she gazed at her phone. Janet peeked over her shoulder and burst out laughing as my wife tucked her phone away, giving me an awkward glance.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Oh, uh, Jerry just texted me, I have to go,” said my wife.
“Anne sent him some pictures while we were getting her dressed,” said Janet with a smirk. “And he sent one back of his own.”
“Wait, what kind of pictures did you send him?” I asked, feeling my face grow hotter.
“Janet, be a dear and stay and fix Sam some dinner while I’m gone, will you dear?” interrupted my wife hurriedly.
“Absolutely, I want to be here when you get back to hear all the juicy details in person,” said Janet.
“Actually, if things go well, I might try to bring the boys back here later to, you know, get to know each other a little better,” said my wife, poking her tongue out between her teeth playfully.
“I don’t like the sound of that,” I said.
“Darling, don’t be such a grump, can’t you wish me luck?” asked my wife with exasperation.
“I’m not sure I want you to get lucky tonight,” I scoffed.
“Bah, such a poor sport,” replied my little wife, bending down to give me a peck on the cheek. “Bye, bye, everyone, see you later!” Then she teetered away in her heels.
“Good luck, darling, knock em dead,” called Janet. Then she sat down at the table with Ed and I and helped herself to one of his beers. “Shame on you, Sam, acting like a big baby about this,” she said.
“Come on, Janet, what do you want from me? Wives aren’t supposed to go on dates! And when my wife says she’s going on a date with two guys dressed like a whore it makes it seem like a threesome is in the works,” I said, surprising myself at how bluntly I put it.
“You don’t really think that,” said Ed aghast. “I mean, you and Anne have been married for twenty years!”
“Look, Sam, Anne just needs some attention from other men for a change,” explained Janet patiently. “A woman gets into her forties and finds that society doesn’t value her as much as younger women. Men pay less attention to her, and her self-esteem starts to suffer. Now out of the blue, two younger guys show some interest in her and suddenly she feels like a woman again instead of just an aging wife, now she feels like a MILF, now she’s a cougar! Of course she’s excited. Didn’t you see how she was glowing? How can you deny her this bit of fun? Don’t be so selfish. For shame, Sam, for shame.”
“Oh, shit, Janet,” I said, looking down at my beer. “You are making me feel guilty.”
“Don’t feel bad, honey, I know this all must be very confusing for you. Now you fire up the grill and I will pull out some steaks and make a nice salad to go with them. Are you joining us, Ed?”
“I would like that. Caty is off with her sister and the nieces today,” said Ed, looking at me questioningly.
“Of course you should stay, Ed, I need to talk this over and I want another husband’s perspective,” I said.
Janet grilled up some steaks for us and we all enjoyed them with the green salad she prepared as we polished off another six pack between us. We made small talk throughout the meal but as Ed helped me clear the plates away and the sun was setting, I returned to the topic that had been dominating my thoughts all afternoon.
“Ed, how would you feel if Caty was getting all excited and dressing up in a sexy outfit to go out on a date with two strange guys?” I asked.
Ed pursed his lips and thought it over for a moment before answering, then he broke out into a broad grin and loaded his plates into the dishwasher before answering. “Honestly, Sam, I would just break out laughing. It’s too bizarre to imagine Caty with another man after all these years.”
“How do you feel right now, Ed?” asked Janet, she was a bit drunk and she rubbed my arm in a more friendly way than she normally would. “Are you jealous?”
“When I think about it, I guess I’m not that jealous,” I said, surprised to find that out about myself. “I have this weird sensation that my wife has suddenly become a stranger to me. When I think about her dating other guys, I am forced to think of her as a free agent or something. Like a separate person instead of, uh, my wife.”
“I know what you mean,” agreed Ed eagerly. “Caty is like a part of me. I can’t imagine what she must seem like in another man’s eyes.”
“Well I guess a couple does lose independence after so many years,” said Janet thoughtfully. “But it seems a bit unhealthy if you are startled to think of your wife as her own person.”
“It hurts me,” I admitted. “I feel that she is breaking the rules by going out with these guys, well not so much by just going out, but more by being so excited about them. Don’t I give her enough attention? Don’t I compliment her enough.”
“It’s not like that, Sam,” said Janet, patting my thigh in consolation. “You can’t ever give her that kind of excitement any more. You are a known quantity. They are strange and new and exciting. But at the same time, they can never give her what she shares with you. Twenty years of history, sticking together through thick and thin, knowing each other’s every quirk and foible. There is no competition there.”
“Ok, ok, I see what you mean. Maybe I should calm down and let her have a bit of fun,” I said, not really feeling comfortable with the idea.
“Sure, a little bit of casual sex is just what she needs to feel like a woman again,” said Janet avoiding my gaze as she quickly took a slug of beer.
“Casual sex?” I croaked, nearly choking on my beer.
“Well, I mean, it’s not guaranteed or anything, but that’s certainly her goal for the evening,” said Janet defensively. “She’s not bringing those boys back here to have cookies and milk. I mean, did you really not see where this evening was headed?”
“Come on Janet,” said Ed with a surprised look. “You can’t just expect Sam to swallow that. This is his wife after all.”
“This wasn’t my damn idea,” said Janet. “How would you feel if your wife had sex with one or possibly both of these young men tonight, Sam?” She looked at me, waiting for a response.
I just stared at Janet dumbfounded for a moment. But of course I suspected Anne was up to something when I saw the lacy underwear. “I feel a cold sensation in my gut,” I said. “It’s like my world is getting torn apart in some way.” I put my hand on my chest. “My heart is pounding, Annie is my little wife you know. I can’t imagine some strange men having their way with her. Using her for sex. Oh my god.”
Janet arched her brow at me. “It’s sort of hot isn’t it?”
“Hot?” I squeaked in shock.
“It is sort of hot,” admitted Ed.
“That’s easy for you to say, it’s not Caty about to get fucked by two strangers,” I said.
“She needs to get fucked SOMETIME, she’s still a woman, you know,” said Janet. “When’s the last time YOU fucked her?”
“Janet, come on,” I said, blushing, and glancing over at Ed who averted his eye in embarrassment.
“Anne tells me everything, you don’t need to answer,” sniffed Janet.
“Well of course the spark dies down when you’ve been together for 20 years,” chuckled Ed. “What do you expect?”
“Well, these two young fellows are sparking pretty hotly for Anne,” laughed Janet. “You should have seen the dick pics they texted your wife. Thick and firm. These young guys have healthy hormone levels.”
“Dick pics?” I croaked.
“Like Anthony Weiner sent?” asked Ed.
“It was really the only appropriate response after Anne texted them pics of herself in her new lingerie,” offered Janet. I recognized that she was pretty drunk by how shiny her eyes were and how loose her tongue. “Or snapchatted or whatever. Anyway, you saw her lingerie, Sam, you can imagine how those boys reacted when they saw those pictures.”
“Let me get this straight,” I said carefully, holding up one unsteady hand.
Just then Janet’s phone chimed. “Hold that thought, dear, you wife and her two young lovers are pulling up now,” said Janet, as she read the text from her phone. “Oh jeez, I’m just beside myself with excitement.”
We heard a car pull into the driveway with a loud screech and then the sound of uproarious laughter as my wife and her two suitors came piling in through my front door and into the living room. Anne snapped the living room light on and we could clearly see the drunken threesome from the patio where we sat. It was dark now and they probably couldn’t see us in return. My wife’s hair was uncharacteristically disheveled and her dress was hanging off one shoulder seductively. Her shoes were gone and her stockings were running. She was accompanied by two smartly dressed college men in their mid twenties. There were very preppie with short carefully trimmed hair, parted to the side, khakis, oxfords, and sperries.
The cocky expressions on their faces reminded a bit of stereotypical 80’s movie douchebags. I could tell they felt quite at ease as they plopped down on my living room sofa as though they owned the place. Anne opened the sliding door and slipped out onto the patio, closing it quickly behind her.
“Oh my gosh, this is so exciting!” she gushed, her eyes bright from the alcohol, and her cheeks flushed red.
“Rawr, those boys are HOT!” exclaimed Janet, clutching my wife excitedly.
“I know, and we’ve gotten each other pretty hot and bothered all evening,” chirped my wife.
“Wait, what’s been going on?” I asked, feeling a sinking feeling in my gut. Who was this woman who looked like my wife but acted like a drunken whore?
“Oh, you know a bit of flirting, a little ass squeezing here, a well timed flash of boob and maybe a crotch grab,” bubbled my wife happily. Then she waved dismissively. “Nevermind all that, I will describe it in detail for you later. For now, you need to come in there and show them that you don’t object to all this. They know I’m married and they are feeling a bit bashful about you know, the whole sex thing.”
“Gah, what are you talking about?” I shrieked, pulling on my hair. “I don’t feel right about this whole sex thing.”
“They sure don’t seem bashful, they are helping themselves to the scotch,” commented Ed with a grin.
“Honey, stop being a big baby,” said my wife wrapping her arms around me and blasting me in the face with breath of pure ethanol. “Come in and meet the boys and then help me get undressed for them so they see what a good sport you are.”
“Buh, buh, but, that’s preposterous,” I stammered, my heart racing.
“Don’t ruin this for me,” demanded my little wife, stamping her foot petulantly. “You know I always put out on the first date.”
“You always put out on the first date? You little slut!” said Janet, her eyes bright with excitement.
“I wouldn’t have guessed that about you,” commented Ed, eyeing my wife’s body with renewed interest.
“I did know that, which is why I didn’t like it when you called this a date,” I complained, unable to hold her intense gaze.
“We can argue about this all you want later, now come and help get bag these two studs,” giggled my wife, pulling me by the hand and dragging me back inside with her.
“God, you are drunk as hell,” I muttered. But I went along with it, didn’t I? I was curious to see if she would really go through with it, my little wife. She used to be quite a slut in her younger days. Any guy lucky enough to get a date with her was sure to get laid. But after all these years of married life, I assumed I had domesticated her. Maybe not. We had to see.
“This is going to be so fucking hot,” said Janet wringing her hands.
“Pass the popcorn,” agreed Ed with a lewd grin.
“Jeffrey, Roger, this is my husband, Sam,” said Anne introducing me.
“Wazzup, bro, you wife is like a total cougar, dude,” laughed Roger.
“And your scotch is superb,” chimed in Jeffrey, holding up his glass in a cheer, with his snotty ivy league nose in the air.
“Sam is going to help me get undressed so that you don’t feel, uh, any compunction about, um anything,” said my wife nervously. The boys laughed lecherously at my wife’s discomfiture. She was blushing madly as she turned to me and hissed, “Unzip my dress, Sam, come on!”
I stood there with my palms sweating profusely avoiding the arrogant gazes of these two privileged pricks but I didn’t want my wife to get upset, so I just unzipped the back of her dress as she asked. It felt both upsetting and exciting to be offering my woman up like a piece of meat to these two asshats.
She faced her two lovers and wriggled seductively out of her dress until it dropped to her ankles.
“Now unhook, my bra, will you darling?” she asked me sweetly, facing the two horny young guys who were drinking in the sight of my wife’s sexy body hungrily and totally ignoring me at this point.
“Oh jesus, the things I do for you,” I muttered as I unsnapped my wife’s bra with shaking hands.
“Holy Fuck, look at those titties!” yelled Roger with excitement as my wife’s luscious orbs came spilling out and I helped her out of her bra.
“This is going to be really good for our sex life, wait and see,” whispered my wife. “Now help me get these panties off.”
I sighed in resignation and gripped my wife’s panties and yanked them down over her wide hips, down past her smooth white thighs over her shapely calves and down to her lovely little feet. I glanced up to see my wife rubbing her bush suggestively for Jeffrey and Roger as she stepped out of her panties.
“Would you mind going back out on the patio, now darling?” asked my wife lightly. “I think Jeffrey and Roger and I would like some alone time.”
“Oh sure, no problem,” I grumbled, slapping her bare ass as I shuffled back out onto the patio.
“You’ve got big balls to go along with that,” said Ed. “I wouldn’t have the guts to go through with this. Oh, and Anne sure has a hot body.”
“Yeah Ed, thanks a lot,” I said, my pits were soaked and my heart was pounding as I flopped back into my seat and watched my wife showing off her naked body to her two boyfriends. She juggled her big boobs in her hands and then turned and presented her cute round rump for inspection.
“I think the gentlemen approve,” purred Janet excitedly as we watched the two young men unzip their flies and jerk their meats as they ogled my wife’s naked body. “This is so hot it’s going to spice up MY love life. I’m gonna go home and fuck the shit out of Frank tonight. I am wet as hell right now.”
“Janet!” I exclaimed in shock.
“Well, I am,” she laughed.
“I’m just going to jerk off over here if no one minds,” offered Ed modestly as he unzipped his own fly.
“This is just wrong,” I complained, my pulse racing as my wife went and sat on the couch between the two preps, totally naked except for her black stockings. She leaned over and started whispering in Roger’s ear and then planted her mouth on his. Soon their tongues were flicking back and forth as he reached up and grabbed one of her heavy breasts in his hand.
“Wow, she didn’t waste any time did she?” laughed Janet.
“Lookit the other guy, he’s feeling up her thighs!” commented Ed as he stroked himself discreetly under the table.
“I see that Ed, I see that,” I snapped, and I felt my stomach flip as I watched my wife of 20 years fooling around with two strange young men on the couch.
“Oh, jeez, look, she’s jerking his pud!” gasped Janet, fanning herself as she watched my wife’s hand sneak down and grip Roger’s stiff wang, protruding from his open fly. “Are you OK, with this, Sam? How are you feeling?”
“This is so crazy, she’s really grabbing that guy’s dick, I almost can’t believe it, but there she is naked as a jaybird and just tugging away on that young guy’s prick while he feels her boobs up,” I said.
“This is incredibly kinky,” panted Ed as he fapped away, sweat beading on his forehead.
“I can’t believe you are jerking off over there,” commented Janet, peering under the table to get a peek at Ed’s penis.
“Oh, shit, now the other guy is fingering her!” shouted Ed.
We all turned to watch the show as we sat on the dark patio in the cool evening air, with crickets chirping peacefully all around us, watching a veritable sex show in my warmly lit living room. We were gazing through the sliding glass door, invisible to the occupants within. Sure enough, the other fellow, Jeffrey, was pushing his fingers in and out of my wife’s pussy and we could tell it was exciting her because we saw her increase her pace as she jerked on Roger’s prick.
“Isn’t this making you jealous, Sam?” asked Ed.
“I don’t know, Ed,” I admitted as my cock grew stiff at the sight of my wife making out with one guy, jerking him off while getting fingering by another. “I mean yes, and no. On the one hand, we’ve been together too long for me to even consider breaking it off. And I’m sure Anne would never leave me for some arrogant young prick she just met. But on the other hand, it feels weird watching her do these intimate things with other men. She had reserved her intimacy for me alone all these years and it feels crazy to watch her getting naked and having her genitals violated. But somehow, you know the earth doesn’t explode or anything. She’s breaking the rules and really it doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, look, here she goes, she’s sucking him off now,” panted Janet, fondling her own boobs unconsciously as my wife knelt on the couch next to Roger and lowered her head down to suck his cock. Her hair hung down so I couldn’t see the cock actually enter her mouth, but there was no doubt what she was doing. Jeffrey found himself confronted with my wife’s round white ass and he wasted no time in kneeling on the couch behind her and positioning himself so that he could sink his dong into her from behind.
I watched in fascination as Jeffrey’s stiff boner penetrated my wife’s puffy labia and she lifted her head and looked back at him with surprised amusement and shook a scolding finger at him. But he just gripped her hips and started humping away on my wife and she arched her spine and threw her head back in pleasure as the eager young fellow dogged her enthusiastically. Roger impatiently grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her head and forced her back down onto his cock and so she submissively resumed sucking him.
“Oh wow, they are getting rough with her,” grunted Ed and then he snarled. “Oops, sorry, I just uh, came on the underside of your table.”
“You are cleaning that up,” I said distractedly as I fingered my hardon through my pants while I watched my wife getting roughly used by two privileged frat boys.
“I’m glad he’s got her by the hair, now I can see his cock better with her hair out of the way,” said Janet as she rubbed her crotch shamelessly and watched. She glanced over at me seductively. “Why don’t you whip out your johnson and start stroking it, Sam?” she purred.
“I would feel I little weird about that,” I gulped looking at Janet’s big boobs.
“Look, look, he’s getting ready to cum!” shouted Ed, and we looked over to see my wife flicking her tongue rapidly across the head of Roger’s cock while he wriggled dramatically and then suddenly streams of jizm erupted from the tip of his penis and shot into my wife’s waiting mouth and across her cheeks and forehead.
“That boy must have been eating oysters,” commented Janet, as Roger sent spurt after spurt of hot cum into in my wife’s face. She turned to smile out at us, and though I knew she couldn’t see us through the light reflected from the glass, my stomach flipped and my gonads swelled with arousal at the site of her face slick with another man’s seed. Presently Jeffrey gave a telltale spasm as he humped Anne and we knew that he had cum inside her. He pulled out gingerly and she licked his penis clean for him and help him zip up in a disturbingly motherly gesture. Then she helped Roger tuck his own limp dick away again and she shooed the two boys out of the room like naughty schoolboys late for class.
She headed back out to patio when they were gone with a swagger in her step, totally naked and soaked in cum, inside and out.
“Well, was it good for you?” asked Anne with a devilish gleam in her eye.
“Oh my god, you filthy whore,” said Janet. “I nearly came just watching you getting ravished by those two young stallions.”
“They did get a bit rough with me for a minute there,” said Anne, casually wiping the cum from her face and plopping down in my lap, totally unconcerned about being nude in from of Ed. “Did you enjoy the show, Ed?” she asked, shimmying her shoulders a bit to make her bare boobs jiggle for him.
“Yeah, I jerked off while I watched until I came under your table,” he admitted, gazing at my wife’s hard pink nipples.
“Ew, you pig, go grab some paper towels and clean that up this instant,” scolded my wife and Ed scurried off, thoroughly chastised. Anne wrapped her arm around my neck and looked me in the eye. A glob of stray semen was dripping from her brow. “How are you doing, honey, I can feel your hardon down there.”
“Yeah, well, I guess that was pretty, um stimulating,” I admitted.
“Problem is, that those two jokers blew their wads before I had a chance to cum,” sighed Anne as Ed re-appeared with the paper towels and hastily cleaned up the mess he made under our table. “Can you come inside and ahh, finish the job those two lightweights started?”
“Ok,” I said eagerly, pushing her from my lap and jumping to my feet.
“You can join us if you want, Ed,” said my wife, giving me a daring look. “That is if you’ve got any shots left in the old bandelier. I promise not to tell Caty if you don’t.”
“I want to come too,” whined Janet. “I’m horny as fuck right now.”
“Sure, the more the merrier,” laughed my wife, and we all went inside and had some really fucking strange sex until we were all exhausted.

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