Fertile Wife Owned Over Drinks With Friends

By Gustav Jorgenson

A big group of us from the Berkeley Tennis Club went up to the Claremont for drinks one Saturday evening.  We were out on that gorgeous veranda, high in the Oakland Hills, watching the sunset over San Francisco Bay.  I was still feeling the sting from having lost yet again to Eric and Tom in doubles and was trying to drown my sorrows in a vodka tonic.

“Yes, you and Pattie really took it in the ass today, didn’t you, Simon?” Eric asked me loudly.  Everyone broke out laughing.

“My god you are crude,” laughed my wife Shannon.  She twirled a lock of her curly blonde hair between her fingers as she smiled at him over her bare shoulder, her ivory skin exposed by her strapless blouse which showed off her nice breasts.  He had budged in right next to her at the table, much to my annoyance, and he seemed to be looking at her cleavage every chance he got.

“What a crass way to put it,” commented Ann, Shannon’s double’s partner.  She was sitting across from us and eyeing Eric with frank lust in her eyes.  He was tall and muscular, jet black hair in his mid-40’s with those shockingly white teeth from which emerged the filthiest language.  Rumor had it that he had bedded several of the wives at the club. Shannon wasn’t the only woman at the table who kept looking at him. I had to admit I was a little jealous of the attention he received.

“Please don’t call me ‘Pattie’, Eric,” complained Patrick, my good friend and long time tennis partner.  Patrick was a chubby fellow with rosy cheeks and a ready smile. He was generally jolly and good natured, but his one pet peeve was being called “Pattie.”  So of course Eric never failed call him that. “And yes, it was painful losing to you guys YET AGAIN. I wish you would just close us out in straight sets, I hate the way you play cat and mouse with us, letting us have a game here and there to give us false hope before breaking our serve and crushing us.”

“Don’t cry Pattie, it’s unmanly,” said Patrick.  He took a drink of his single malt scotch with the big single block of ice in it.  “You two are just natural losers, I can’t help that. You simply don’t have the force of will or the mental toughness to beat us.”

The table broke out in nervous laughter.

“Ouch,” laughed Tom, Eric’s buddy and fellow douchebag.

“Ho, ho, big talk,” said my wife.  “You think just because you can beat my husband at tennis that makes you a winner and him a loser?  There is more to life than tennis you know.” I didn’t like the way she stroked her bare collarbone as she looked at him, gently with just the tips of her fingers, as though she were picturing HIM touching her there.

“Shannon, are you wearing a bra?” asked Eric.  He stared directly at my wife’s big breasts.

More laughter and hooting from the table.

“Eric, you are terrible,” said Shannon, suppressing a smile.  “Of course I am. How could you say such a thing?”

“I can see that your nipples are hard, and your boobs look really bouncy,” said Eric.

My wife looked down at her own chest and pulled her top up self-consciously.  Her cheeks were coloring. “Oh my god, don’t look at my nipples, Eric. How dare you!”

A few of the other guys were sniggering around the table.  We were into our third or fourth round of drinks at this point and propriety was starting to decay.

“I can’t believe you let your wife walk around without a bra like that, Simon,” Eric said.  “It’s like she’s advertising that she’s available for sex.”

Shannon covered her face with her hands as the table laughed raucously.  

“Shannon’s boobs do look particularly abundant tonight.  She must be in the fertile part of the month,” put in Tom

“Can you guys stop talking about my wife’s breasts, please?” I said.  I shook the ice in my glass and peered to see if I had any booze left.  I tilted it way back until the ice tapped my nose, but only got a small dribble of watered down vodka.  I motioned to the waitress to bring another.

“Thank you honey, my goodness,” said Shannon, patting my shoulder.  Her face was red, but her eyes were shining with excitement. I think she actually liked the attention and I would swear that her nipples got even harder, protruding vulgarly through the thin material of her blouse.

“Yes, do try to keep things classy, gents,” said Fred, the president of the tennis club.  He was a thin older fellow with a mustache and wire framed glasses, feathered back 80’s hairstyle that made him look like a psycho killer.  I noticed him staring at Shannon’s boobs as he said this and I shot him a dirty look. But he just ignored me and licked his lips distractedly as he ogled my wife.

“Oh, are you fertile right now, Shannon?” asked Eric with interest.

“Oh my gosh,” Shannon just stared at Ann across the table and jerked a thumb in Eric’s direction.  “Can you believe this guy?”

Ann laughed.  “He’s such a cad, isn’t he?”

Shannon gave Eric a shy glance.  “You are SUCH a cad.”

Eric just pursed his lips arrogantly and took another drink.  “You know I read an article the other day about a study that showed women are more attracted to alpha males during their fertile period.”

“Omigosh, I was just reading that!” gasped Ann excitedly.  She fished her phone out of her purse. “I have it right here.  Quote: The findings fit with the theory that men who are more masculine would have produced fitter offspring in the ancestral period when reproductive hormones first evolved.”

A few of the other men around the table grumbled a bit at that, but the women generally seemed to be nodding along in agreement.

“That’s ridiculous, we aren’t cave people, Eric,” I said.  I spilled a bit of my fresh drink down the front of my shirt as I lifted it drunkely to my mouth.

“Yeah, and what makes you think you are such an alpha male?” my wife asked Eric, turning her torso toward him in a way that made her breast jut out even further.

He started blatantly at her chest for a moment, taking his time to answer.  “I’m sorry, what was the question?”

The table broke out in lecherous laughter.  My wife slapped Eric’s chest playfully.

“You are so bad, stop looking at my boobs like that, you are making me self-conscious,” she said.

“Shannon, when you don’t wear a bra, men are going to look at your tits and they are going to think that you signalling a need to get fucked,” said Eric.  He looked over at me. “Simon, when’s the last time you gave Shannon a proper shagging. Like a real rough one, push her face in the pillow sort of fuck?”

The table was consumed with a bought of nervous giggling.  Ann was wiping tears of mirth from her eyes.

Shannon covered her face again and Eric slipped his arm around the back of her shoulders.

“Um, that’s inappropriate,” I said.  I could feel my own face getting hot now.  I wanted to tell him to take his arm from around my wife, but I didn’t quite know how to say it.

“Simon takes very good care of me in the bedroom,” said Shannon.  She patted my knee. Then she leaned into his arm a bit. “And stop accusing me of not wearing a bra.  I told you over and over that I AM wearing a bra.”

Eric ran his hand up and down my wife’s back.  “You are lying, Shannon, I don’t feel any bra strap.”

“Oh my god,” said Shannon.  Her face went back into her hands.

“Busted!” giggled Anne and the other women at the table gasped and started laughing.

Eric kept rubbing my wife’s back and wagged his eyebrows at me.  “You want me to service your wife for you, Simon? She’s clearly begging for it.”

“I am not!” said Shannon.  She put her hands on the table and leaned forward as Eric started kneading her shoulders. “Ugh, that does feel good though.  Yeah, right there, a little harder, oh I’m so tight.”

A few people at the table exchanged looks.  I felt like crawling under a rock, this was so embarrassing to have this arrogant prick putting his hands on my wife and having her cooing with pleasure.

Eric put his mouth to her ear.  “I’ll give it to you a LOT harder,” he muttered just loud enough for me to hear.  “But it better be tight.”

“Big talk,” said Shannon with a grin.  

“Hey now!” I complained, but I didn’t know how to stop him.

Then Eric dug his fingers up under her shoulder blades and she moaned.  “Oh, that’s so good.”

“Here, put both your hands behind your back,” Eric told my wife.

“Wait, why?” she asked dreamily.  She was lost in the bliss of his back rub.

“It’s like a stretch.  You will feel it in your shoulders,” he said.

“Oh, ok,” Shannon put her hands behind her back.

Eric clamped a big hand over my wife’s wrists, gripping them both behind her back.

“Ouch,” she said.  “Oh, what are you doing?”

“I’m constraining you,” he said.

“Let her go, Eric,” I said.  I could feel my armpits growing damp.

“She needs a real man at this time of the month, Simon, and you just aren’t up to the task,” he said.

The table broke out in nervous titters.

“Um, you are kind of hurting me, Eric,” my wife told him.

“Oh, I’m sorry baby,” he said.  “Here, does this make it better?”  He jerked her wrists backward, causing her chest to jut forward.  Then he reached up and started squeezing her right boob.

Shannon yelped with pain and then broke out giggling.  “You filthy beast! Let me go!”

Our friends started shouting in outrage, “That’s going too far!”

“I think you are hurting her!”

I grabbed Eric’s hand and tried to pry it off my wife’s wrists, but his grip was too strong.

Then he suddenly pulled down the front of her blouse, allowed her big white boobs to come flopping out onto the table.  He pinched first one pink nipple and then the other as my wife shrieked and struggled to get free. The table erupted in chaos, chairs were falling back as everyone jumped to their feet. Patrick helped me yank Eric’s hands off my wife’s wrists finally and Shannon quickly pulled her top back up.

I went to punch him but he knocked my arm aside with disdain.  I recalled that he had studied Krav Maga or something. Shannon stepped between us and pushed me back.

“Don’t, honey!  Don’t do something rash.  He might hurt you,” my wife said.

The manager of the restaurant came running over with a security guard in tow.

“Is everything alright here, folks?  There seems to be some sort of disturbance,”  he was a sweaty Mexican fellow in a tight fitting jacket.  The security guard was a short young black guy with bloodshot eyes who stank of cannabis.

“Oh, no, everything is fine.  Some of us have had a bit too much to drink is all and are getting rambunctious,” said Shannon.  She was pushing me back with one hand, still standing between Eric and I.

“Oh, well, please try not to disturb the other guests,” said the manager, bending over with effort to pick up my wife’s chair. He set it upright with a grunt.  The security guard looked relieved and walked away. The manager turned to watch him go and seemed about to call him back but then he paused. He looked at our party, a group of well dressed white people, looked at Eric’s gleaming smile and shrugged in resignation before walking away.

“That was really out of hand, Eric, you owe Shannon an apology,” said Fred.

“I told you she wasn’t wearing a bra, Fred,” said Eric.

A few of the guys in the group started giggling until the women shushed them.  Shannon stared at Eric with a look of bemusement and shook her head. She crossed her arms over her boobs to hide her nipples.

“That’s not the fucking point, Eric,” I shouted.  “You basically molested my wife in front of the entire club.  Everyone saw it.”

“Big deal, she probably enjoyed giving the boys a thrill.  I think she likes getting handled rough,” he said.

“You bastard, I ought to knock your teeth in,” I screamed.  I felt the veins pulsing in my neck, but my gut was flipping.  I didn’t feel capable of knocking Eric out, in fact, I was pretty sure he would wreck me in a fight.

“Try to relax yourself dear,” said Shannon, patting my shoulder.  She shrugged. “So he got a little carried away. There is no harm done, I’m sure the boys did get a thrill out of it.”  She glanced around meekly at the men standing around.

“I can’t believe you are being so casual about this, he pulled your boobs out and groped them!”

“Um, yeah,” said my wife and I watched her face in horror as she bit her lip.  Was she getting aroused? I couldn’t believe her.

“Well, we are out of here! Come on, let’s go,” I said.

“Wait, wait,” begged Shannon.  “I don’t want the night to end on a sour note like this.  Can’t we just all sit down and have another drink? Next round is on Eric.”  She turned to Eric. “And you try to behave yourself, mister.”

Eric just looked at her with narrowed eyes and a wolfish smile.

“Ahem,” said Shannon.  “Now, you apologize to my husband, Eric, and you two shake and make up.”

“Shannon!” I complained.

She slipped behind me and pushed me toward Eric who extended his hand.

“No hard feelings?” he said.

I was about to slap his hand away but everyone was watching and I felt that they wanted to put this episode behind us and get back to drinking.  So I swallowed my pride and took his hand. To my surprise, he didn’t try to crush it, but just shook it firmly.

“I am really sorry about that,” he said.

“You should be,” I said. I had trouble making eye contact as his stare bored into me.

“We need to walk you through this process more gently,” Eric added.  

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. But I had a sinking sensation inside. I felt light headed.  I think I knew what he meant.

“Shh,” he said, holding a finger to his lips.  “You’ll see.” He turned to hail a server “Waiter, bring another round.  On me.”

I sat back down with trepidation.  I considered asking Eric to move to a different seat, but he and my wife just plopped right down side by side and he put his arm around her back again.

“It’s so fascinating how complex female sexuality is,” said Ann.  “On the one hand we want a good and gentle man, a good provider for our children.  On the other hand, we can’t help but dream of that animal that will tear our clothes right off and have his way with us, totally consumed by his uncontrollable desire.”

“Amen,” said Fred’s wife Susan.  And she was normally such a quiet and unassuming older lady that everyone at the table broke out laughing.

I leaned forward and whispered in Shannon’s ear.  “Honey, can’t we just go now, I’m feeling uncomfortable.”

“Oh, honey, please don’t make a big deal out of it,” she said.  Then she addressed the table. “Why I feel so much closer to all our friends now that everyone has seen my boobs.”

General laughter all around.  Everyone appreciated my wife being such a good sport about it.  Everyone but me of course.

“It’s really just inappropriate,” I muttered.

“I know it’s hard for you honey, but try not to let it get to you.  Eric just got a little carried away, I don’t mind really,” said Shannon.

“The fact that you don’t mind is what’s bothering me,” I said.  And for some reason everyone started laughing at that. It didn’t seem funny to me.

“Well you have to admit, it was sort of exciting,” she said, biting her finger.  “I mean no one has ever pulled my boobs out in public before.”

“That turned you on, didn’t it?” Eric asked her.  “I think you are a little exhibitionist.”

“Mmmm, maybe a little,” purred my wife.  She still had her finger in her mouth.

“Shannon, how could you SAY that?” I said.  My voice was cracking.  I felt betrayed.

“She’s just being HONEST, Simon,” said Susan with annoyance.

I opened my mouth to answer when Eric leaned over and started nibbling on my wife’s neck.

Shannon screeched and pushed him away.  “Oh you naughty boy, you just won’t let up will you?”  It made me disgusted to see how delighted she was by his advances.

“Look, just give me a kiss,” he said.  Then he turned to me and held a hand up.  “Eric, this is just a harmless kiss. Shannon is still your wife and she still loves you, ok?  What happens between her and I has nothing to do with your relationship.”

“But, but,” I said.

Eric ignored me and grabbed my wife by the back of the hair and pulled her face toward his.

She struggled for a moment before relaxing into his arms.  The women at the table all let out a collective sigh as they watched Eric kissing my wife on the mouth, hard.  His tongue went probing into hers.

“Ok, I’ve had enough of this bullshit, come on honey, we are leaving!”  I grabbed my wife’s arm and yanked her away from Eric.

Shannon’s head rolled in a circle on her shoulders as if she was about to swoon.  “Whoa! What? Where am I? That was intense.”

“You can’t just go kissing other men in front of me!” I cried.  My pits were soaked and my heart was pounding.

“I didn’t have much choice, he just grabbed me and whammo!” said Shannon.

“Come on, we are leaving,” I tugged on my wife’s arm, but she didn’t budge.

“Honey, please give me a minute to recover,” said Shannon.  She fanned her face with her hand and reached for her vodka tonic.

“No, no, you’ve had too much to drink already, you are drunk and making a fool of yourself.”  I tried to take Shannon’s drink away but she struggled with me.

“Don’t be silly, Simon, let me have my drink. I need to calm my nerves.  I’m all fluttery inside,” begged my wife.

“Let her have her drink Simon, she’s a grown woman for chrissake,” snapped Ann.  “She doesn’t need you to tell her when she’s had enough.”

The rest of the table offered murmurs of agreement.  Everyone else seemed to think it was perfectly fine for my wife to make out drunkenly with another man in public.

“Simon, look, this is totally natural.  It’s just a biological imperative. Your wife is super horny right now and needs some rough sex from a, well, a more, uh, dominant man,” said Eric.  “Sorry, I don’t really know how to sugar coat this for you. But you know, she’s fertile right now. I can really sense it.”

“I really do feel fertile,” admitted Shannon.  “It felt really good to have my boobs squeezed like that.”  Then she blushed. “Oh my god, I’m sorry honey,” she touched my arm.  “I’m being so terrible. But of course I only love you, sweetie.”

“This is totally ridiculous,” I said standing up.  I was shaking with impotent rage. “I’m leaving.”

“I think you should stay, and um, we should try to work this out,” said Shannon.

Eric took her hand and put it in his lap.

“Oh my god, Eric, stop it!” gasped my wife.  But he held her hand against his groin. “Oh my god, is that your thing?” giggled Shannon.  

“Is it big?” asked Susan with interest.

“Susan!” exclaimed Fred.  “Come on now!”

“I’m curious, Fred,” said Susan.  Everyone broke out laughing.

“It’s really big and hard,” said my wife.  She was squeezing Eric’s bulge and I could see the outline of it in his pants.

“Jesus, Shannon, stop that will you?” I begged.

“Well, I mean, it’s just,” she bit her lip.  “It’s really, I mean, like big.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked defensively.

“Oh, I mean yours is nice too, dear,” she added hurriedly.  ‘Oh, my god, Eric, don’t.”

I watched in shock as Eric unzipped his fly and his pulsing member erupted from his pants.   He put my wife’s hand on it.

“Try to remember to breath, Simon.  Everything is going to be OK,” Eric told me.  Then he grabbed my wife’s hair and yanked her face against his again, kissing her fiercely.  I was frozen in place, totally stunned as I watched this douchebag kissing my wife in front of everyone and she was actually stroking his hardon.  She tugged on it pretty insistently too. Everyone at the table stared at them kissing, transfixed. Susan put her head under the table to see and a couple of the other women followed suit, all of them giggling when the say how big Eric’s cock was.

“Susan, what on earth are you doing?” demanded Fred.

“Watching Shannon give Eric a handjob,” replied Susan reasonably.

Everyone laughed nervously.  A few of the guys looked at me with compassion.  Patrick came over and put his hand on my shoulder.

“Maybe we should just go, buddy,” he said.

“I can’t just leave her here with him,” I said.

Eric was squeezing Shannon’s boobs again and she was whimpering with pleasure.

“Squeeze the nipples,” she urged him.  And he flipped the front of her blouse down again, exposing those milky white tits.  Several of the guys growled with arousal as they watched Eric tweaking and twisting my wife’s big, hard, pink nipples.

“Fred what on earth are you looking at?” teased Susan.

Fred blushed and everyone laughed.

Eric reached down and pulled his pants down to his ankles before taking both my wife’s huge knockers into his hands again.

“Jesus, look at the size of his balls,” gasped Ann.  Her head was under the table and I thought we was going to crawl under there and start sucking his nuts.

“Holy shit,” gasped my wife.  She turned to me. “Honey, I know I’m being a horrible trollop right now, but I’m just feeling SO hormonal, I’m out of control.  And I know this is especially terrible, but you really have to see how big his balls are. I’ve never seen anything like it. Really, come over here and look.”

Shannon cupped Eric’s massive nutsack in her palm and showed me.  They were the size of tennis balls. I truly was amazed at the size of those huge hairy nuts.  No wonder he had the nerve to grab my wife right in front of me like that.

“Those are really amazing,” said Susan.

“Thank you, Susan, that means alot to me coming from you,” said Eric as he forced my wife’s head down into his crotch.  She started lapping at his balls eagerly. “That a girl, suck those balls like a good little slut.” His face was beaming with satifaction, I was practically blinded by the brilliance of his bright white smile.  “Why not sit down and enjoy the show, Simon?” he urged. “Your wife is about to get very happy.”

“You are such a fucking asshole,” I spat.  I felt totally powerless.

“Don’t be like that,” he pouted.  “You should be happy for her. She’s about to get dicked really hard.”  I watched as she sucked Eric’s cock hungrily.

“Oh my god, can we actually screw right here in front of everyone?” she asked him as she jerked his big veiny tool.  “Don’t watch this part honey. It might be too much.” Then she looked around the table. “I’m being such an incredible harlot you guys, I hope this doesn’t freak you out.  But I’m just so horny right now.”

“Go for it,” encouraged Tom.  “I’ll do you next.”

“Easy big guy,” laughed Shannon as she pulled her shorts and panties off.  I looked at her exposed patch of pubic hair with trepidation.

“Shannon, you wouldn’t!” I yelped.

“I’m so, so sorry about this, dear,” she said as she climbed onto Eric’s lap.  “I’m just really really fertile right now.” She had her back to Eric, facing the table as he gripped her soft hips and lowered her down onto his straining dick.  I watched the red swollen head penetrate into Shannon’s eager pussy and it felt like a punch to the gut. Shannon gasped with pleasure as he entered her.

“And you aren’t even using a condom,” I blurted.

“Bareback is the best,” he grunted as he pulled my wife down onto his shaft.

“Oh god oh god, go slow, it’s so BIG,” she moaned.

“Tell your husband how big it is,” he growled in her ear as he gripped her big boobs in his hands.

“Honey, it’s so, SO, big,” panted Shannon.  She steadied herself on the table as she bounced up and down on his cock.  Eric guided her up and down with his hands around her thin waist now and her giant breasts with flopping up and down in a fascinating way.  I felt myself growing hard in spite of myself.

“You are so fucking wet and tight,” he grunted.

“Yeah, fuck me, fuck me and cum inside me,” begged my wife.  The women at the table gasped in shock.

“Honey!” I complained.

“It would be so fucking hot if he came inside,” she moaned.  She was rubbing her clit with one hand and squeezing Eric’s giant balls with the other while he impaled her up and down.  I could see her pussy lips stretched tight around his erect shaft. Over and over in and out. I was getting dizzy as I watched.  Everyone was quiet now as they stared. I vaguely became aware that other tables were watching too.

The security guard wandered over and I thought hopefully that he would break this up.  But he just pulled out his penis and started shamelessly jerking off while he watched my wife getting owned by Eric’s giant cock.  That kid must have been stoned off his ass. The sweaty Mexican manager came running over.

“Rashid, what the fuck are you doing?” he asked.

“Shit is hot as fuck, Rico,” said the black guy as he jerked his dark meat.

“This shit is crazy,” admitted Rico getting drawn into the action as well.

Shannon was shuddering now and whimpering, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she yanked mercilessly on Eric’s balls. He gave a grunt and I could actually see his balls pulsating, pumping away as he came, injecting his seed up into my wife’a fertile womb.  I felt like puking. Cum started dribbling out of her cunt and down his shaft as he kept ploughing her. His cock popped out for a second and it coughed up a huge wad of cum that struck my wife right in the pussy. She quickly grabbed the slippery dong and pushed it back inside her, plunging the cum backup up inside her as he kept on blowing wad after wad, balls quivering away.

“Stay on top, stay on top, give my little guys a chance to get to the egg,” he urged, holding my wife down onto him.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” she purred.  I watched in disgust as my wife ground her crotch down onto Eric’s deflating rod, making sure to keep the entire length of it fully submerged into her.

She noticed me watching her and she seemed embarrassed.  She pulled up the front of blouse modestly.

“Wow, now you feel modest,” I say.  “You’ve got Eric balls deep inside you as he impregnates you and you pull up your top to hide your boobs.”

“Well, yeah, it feels weird for you to see them now for some reason,” she admitted.  Then she pouted at me. “I’m sorry honey. I know this is so weird. I mean, I do feel odd even talking to you now with another guys penis inside me.  But just know that I will always love you and this doesn’t mean that I love you any less. In fact I think I love you even more now.”

“Why, because you relish the idea of me raising Eric’s baby?” I asked.

“Wait, she’s YOUR wife?” asked the black kid, dick still in hand.  “That’s SUPER fucked up man.”

“Yeah, uh, you guys aren’t supposed to be having sex out here,” said Rico, the manager.  He was staring at my wife’s snatch the whole time.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Rico,” said Eric, arm slung casually across my wife’s shoulders as she stay on his lap straddling his cock.  “Bring us another round.”

Rico seemed about to say something more, but just shook his head, took one last wistful glance at my wife’s cunt and then motioned to our server to bring another round as he turned to go.

“So, uh, what’s going on with YOU guys,” asked my wife, putting her elbows on the table and leaning forward a bit.

“Jesus, don’t you have any shame?” I asked.

Shannon bit her lip and looked up and to the side for a moment.  “Um, no, not really. I mean I thought I would, but it’s just sort of exciting really.  And all our friends seem to be handling it pretty well. Everyone seemed like they enjoyed watching Eric and I, uh, enjoying ourselves.”

There were nods of assent from around the table and I felt like crawling under a rock.

Another round of drinks arrived and Susan raised a glass to propose a toast.  “To Eric and Shannon, may their little tryst here today be fruitful.”

Everyone laughed at the innuendo and Eric raised his glass to me and gave me a wink.

Shannon looked back over her shoulder at him and grinned.  “My god, are you getting hard again?” I watched in shock as my wife started moving up and down on Eric’s re-inflating penis, reached down and grabbed his balls again.  “Can you believe how much stamina he has, dear?” she asked me with delight.

It was going to be a long night.

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Wife Taught Submission

By Gustav Jorgenson

Stacey had dragged us out to another one of those night clubs in Scottsdale frequented by twenty-year-olds.  I don’t understand why she was always doing this. I think the term for the place was “meat market.” All the girls were half-naked and all the guys were weightlifters.  I felt completely out of place, nerdy forty-two year old in my ill-fitting business suit with my paunch sticking out. Stacey of course tried to dress like the young girls, and though she still had a great body at thirty-seven, I felt that she looked a bit ridiculous with her bleach blonde pixie cut, in her tiny cocktail dress that barely covered her crotch, cut so low that her big boobs practically spilled out because of course she refused to wear a bra no matter how much I begged her. She sure got a lot of attention from men that way, but that’s not the sort of attention I wanted my wife to be getting.

I had pushed my way through the thronging crowd to get us another round.  I was dazed by the flashing strobes, thumping bass, and the young girls in thongs rubbing their bare buttcheeks against me as I tried to squirm past them.  I finally managed to get the attention of my bartender, a fashion model in a tiny bikini top with huge fake boobs and a tough expression on her face. I had learned early on that ridiculous over-tipping was required to get any service at all in places like this, where dozens of drunks were pressed three rows deep trying to get a drink.  But my girl noticed me and handed over our vodka tonics with a fleeting smile. I nodded my appreciation and dropped another pair of twenties on the bar.

I was jostled on my way back to our table so I spilled half of our drinks out onto myself and down the front of a girl’s blouse.  She pulled her booze soaked top away from her chest in disgust, giving me a nice view of her pink nipples before slapping my face for looking down her shirt.  I hurried on my way and was utterly annoyed to find my wife missing from our table with a gaggle of drunken frat boys in our place.

I sighed in resignation and went off looking for her.  She often tried to ditch me in bars after she’d had a few drinks.  She would sneak off and go flirt with other guys. I tried to be a good sport about it and give her some space.  I knew that she was feeling insecure about her sexual attractiveness as she got older. She tried to get validation from the interest other men gave her.  But I was starting to get really damn tired of it. I wandered around the darkened bar, half blinded by the occasional flashes of the lights and half deafened by the preposterous sound system.

Finally I located Stacey sitting at table with a tall well built guy with stupidly huge biceps.  I mean this guy must walk around with an iv drip of steroids to get arms like that. I was almost afraid to go over and join them.  This guy looked like he could put me through the wall with a flick of a wrist. Stacey had her chin in her hands, gazing up at the big guy like a lovestruck teenager.  What an obvious flirt she was. It was embarrassing really. I worked up my nerve and forced a smile on my face as I approached my wife and her new friend.

Stacey’s expression soured the minute she saw me.

“Ahh, there you are, honey,” I said.  “I, uh, brought your drink.”

“Yeah, just put it down,” said Stacey.

The big guy looked up at me in surprise.  “Oh, sorry, bro, I didn’t know Stacey was with someone.”

“I’m not, I’m not,” Stacey interjected, grabbing one of his veiny muscular forearms.

“Well HE seems to think you are, bringing you a drink like that,” laughed the guy.

“I’m Manny, Stacey’s husband,” I said, giving Stacey a dirty look.

She stuck her tongue out at me in response and snatched her drink from my hand.

“I’m Duke,” said the big guy, offering me his giant mitt to shake.

I took it with trepidation, trying to give him a firm handshake, afraid he would crush my metacarpals.  But he shook hands like a normal human and I withdrew my hand from his paw unscathed.

“Don’t feel that you need to hang around,” said Stacey.  She waved me along.

“Wow, you are a major bitch, huh?” he asked her with a grin.

“I can be,” she allowed.  She took a sip of her vodka.  “When I get cock blocked by my beta of a husband.”

“Whoa!” broke out Duke, slapping his forehead and breaking out in laughter.  He looked at me incredulously. “And you put up with shit like that, dude? Why don’t you divorce this slut?”

“He wouldn’t dare.  Who else would fuck his pathetic nerdy ass?”  Stacey was in fine form tonight.

“Alright dear,” I sighed.  “That’s enough. Come along, I think it’s time to go.  You’ve had too much to drink again.”

“Fuck you,” she spat.  “I have needs, you know.”  She had already finished the vodka I had brought her and was starting to slur.

“Believe me, I know.  I have the credit card bills to prove it.”

Duke laughed at that and gave me a wink.

“I have bedroom needs, Manny.  And you aren’t satisfying them.  You are a goddamn milquetoast. Why don’t you let me fuck a REAL man for a change?”

“Jesus Stacey, listen to yourself.  You are drunk off your ass.” She often got shitty with me when she drank, but this was going too far.  I reached down and took her by the arm. “I’m taking you home to sober up.”

“Get your hands off me, you faggot.”  She jerked away from me violently and I stood there helplessly for a moment.  I didn’t think I could carry her out of here on my shoulder. Not with my bad back.

“Buddy, buddy, let me help you out here,” said Duke.

“Will you help me get her out to the car?”  I asked.

“My car or yours?” he asked with a grin.

“Nice,” I said, shaking my head.  I had thought he was a cool guy.

“Look, man your wife is out of control.  She needs to be taken in hand and forced to submit.  You can’t let her disrespect you like this. These uppity bitches are all the same.  They need to be put in their place. Treat a lady like a whore, my pops used to say.”

“I’d let YOU treat me like a whore,” growled my wife.  She looked Duke up and down as if she wanted to devour him.

“Well you aren’t going to have any choice in the matter,” he told her.

“See, that’s how a man acts,” she told me.  “He’s taking charge.”

“Wonderful.”

“Let me teach you how to do it,” he offered.  “It’s not hard to learn.”

“You are going to teach me how to take control of my own wife?” I asked.  “Wow, thanks but no thanks.”

“Look pal, the way she is acting, I doubt it would be the first time another guy took control of her since you were married.  You should wise up. Really you ought to just dump this tramp, but if you watch how I tame her, then maybe you will learn a lesson on how to handle your next woman.”

“He’ll never learn to be a man, that flabby out of shape limp dick,” said my loving wife.

“Muscles got nothing to do with it,” he assured me.

“What are you suggesting, that I let you, what?”  my pulse quickened. “Discipline my wife?”

“He wants to fuck me, Manny,” said Stacey with disgust.  She had slipped one hand into the top of her gown and was toying with her boob as she looked at Duke with frank lust.  “And he expects you to watch and learn how to do it right. I’m all for it.”

“You want to fuck, bitch?  Take your panties off and prove it,” Duke told her. He was so nonchalant about it that I nearly choked on my drink.

“Oh you bad boy, I like it when you talk dirty to me,” said my wife.  I watched in horror as she lifted up her rump out of her chair and reached up her dress to wriggle her panties off.  She slid them down her gorgeous thighs and then they dropped to the ground. She scooped them up with one foot and lifted a shapely calf up onto the table, her black lace panties dangling from one stiletto heel.

“See, she’s a total whore, dude,”  Duke bent down to look under the table but Stacy had one hand covering her crotch.

“Honey’s what’s gotten into you?” I asked.  My pulse was pounding in my ears.

‘It’s what hasn’t gotten into me, darling,” she sneered.  “Such as a big hard cock. I haven’t gotten one of those into me in a long time.”

“If you are so horny, bitch, why you covering your pussy?  Take you hand away, let me see it,” Duke urged. He licked his lips in anticipation.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” she asked him.  She leaned forward and pulled her hem down as well she could with one leg still up on the table. “You dirty boy.”

Duke looked at my wife with his head cocked for a moment.  “Manny, grab her panties will you? I think I’ve made my point.”  He said this without looking away from my wife. Then he pushed his chair back and stood up.

I fished my wife’s black lace panties off the heel of her shoe and pulled her ankle off the table and put it back on the ground.

“Are you sober enough to walk?” I asked Stacey.

“Of course, you fool,” said my wife.  She tried to stand but then flopped back in her chair.

“Here help me get her up, will you?” I asked Duke.  I hated to ask this guy for help, but I didn’t know what else to do.  Also, he seemed satisfied to have made his point with my wife’s panties, so I thought maybe he would leave it at that.

“I got her, dude,” said Duke.  He came over and grabbed my wife by the waist and tossed her casually over his shoulder.  Stacey squealed with glee as her face slammed into the small of Duke’s back and her hip lodged on his shoulder.  I stared in shock at my wife’s round butt sitting next to Duke’s head. “Watch this,” he told me and lifted the back of Stacey’s dress up exposing her bare ass.

“Rape! Rape!” giggled Stacey pounding on Duke’s glutes with her tiny fists.

“Come on man, don’t,” I begged.

“Don’t what?” he asked innocently as he pushed two finger between my wife’s luscious white thighs fishing around until he found her vagina.  He parted her labia and showed me the pink inside.  Meanwhile my faithful wife cackled with laughter. “She’s a total slut, dude.”

“Just don’t, ok?” I begged.

“Ok, ok, I’m just making a point,” he said.  He seemed contrite for a moment and even pulled Stacey’s hem back down to cover her butt cheeks.  But I could still see her puffy cunt lips poking out between her thighs.

“That’s right, cover me back up, you naughty, naughty boy,” called Stacey.  She kicked her legs in delight as Duke carried her effortlessly.

“I thought you made your point with the panties,” I said.

“Well I have a few more points to make actually,” Duke admitted.  He held his finger out to me. “Wanna smell my finger?”

“Fuck off!” I said, slapping his hand away in disgust.

“Ah, don’t be so sore about it.  I’m doing you a favor,” he said. Duke deftly hopped the planter separating the patio from the sidewalk but I wasn’t graceful enough to copy the move and I had to run around to a gate, desperate to catch up.

“Hey, hey, hey, where are you going with my wife?” I called, chasing after the big man.

“Somewhere with a bed and some condoms I hope,” Stacey told me craning her neck back as she was carried away.

“Where is your car, dude?” he asked.

“Um, that white BMW,” I said.

“The M6?  Damn!”

“I wouldn’t have married a wimp like him if he wasn’t a good earner,” said Stacey as I unlocked the door and Duke dumped her into the back seat.

“Ok, well, no hard feelings.  Thanks for your help, have a good night,” I told Duke, holding out my hand.

“What?” he asked looking confused.  Then he got into the back of the car next to my wife.  “Get in and drive, what are you waiting for?”

“Duke, come on.  She’s a married woman,” I plead as I jumped into the driver’s seat.

“She’s a whore and she acts like a bitch to you.” Duke leaned forward between the seats.  “You need me to show you how to handle her. How to put her in her place, my man. It’s a life lesson.”

“She’s just drunk, Duke.  She’s not normally like this,” I could feel the tears coming on.  This big guy was going to come and fuck my wife and there was nothing I could do to stop him.  She seemed completely onboard with the whole idea.

“Do you really believe that she loves you?” he asked me.  “She yanked her panties off the second I asked her to, dude.  Think about that. Start the car.”

I started the car and started driving.  I honestly didn’t know what else to do.

“Don’t feel bad about it honey,” my wife said from the back seat.  “It’s not the end of the world.”

I glanced in the rear-view mirror and saw her snuggling up against Duke.  I watched her take his hand and put it down inside the top of her dress and then hold it onto her boob.

“Do you see what’s she’s doing, man?  She’s desperate for me to feel up those udders.”

“Udders!  How dare you?” she tried to pull Duke’s hand off of her breast, but he was too strong for her and he pulled both her tits out of her dress and started squeezing her nipples.  “Ouch!” she cried. “Go easy you brute.”

“Shut up and suck my dick,” he grunted.

‘I will not!”

“Yes you will,” he said and he grabbed my wife by the back of her head and forced it into his lap.

“That’s it, that’s it.  I’m pulling over.” I pulled the car to the side of the road.  “Get out and call an Uber to get home.” I told him.

“I’m not going anywhere dude,” he told me.  “I’m too busy getting my dick sucked by your worthless ass wife.”

“You are forcing her.  I’m gonna call 911!”

“I’m not forcing her.  Go ahead and call the cops.  I’ll show them how she licks my balls.  Show your husband how much you like my balls, baby.  Give them some love.”

Stacey moaned and slurped from the back seat.

“Look!  Watch her.”

My mouth was dry.  “I’m not watching.”  I looked straight ahead and felt me gut clenching and unclenching.  How could she do this to me?

Stacey put her hand on my shoulder.  She had lifted her head from Duke’s lap and her face was slathered with spit.

“Honey, it’s important for you to see this.  I think you need to understand what is happening here.”  She held my gaze seriously as she descended back down. I watched in horror as she gripped his stiff uncut rod pointing erect at the ceiling of my M6.  It was all brown and veiny, slick with her spit. Then she cupped his nutsack in her hands and I gasped. I’d never seen such a pair of nuts. I mean, I guess I haven’t really spent much time looking at testicles, but these were shocking.  “Can you believe how big his balls are?” she giggled. “Look at them, they are monstrous.” She looked me in the eye playfully as she licked and lapped at his big wrinkled hairy balls. I had to look away in disgust.

“I think I made my point.  Do you want to get back on the road or do you still want to call 911 so Stacey can show the cops how much she enjoys humiliating you while she sucks my junk?’

I ground my teeth as I started up the car again and drove us back to my house.

“Ok, ok, that’s good, bitch, I am going to hold my wad,” he told Stacey as we pulled into the garage.  She pulled her head up and looked blearily around.

“Oh, are we home?” she asked.  “I lost track of time down there.”

I got out and went into the living room and poured myself a drink.  My hand was shaking as I dumped vodka into a tumblr. Stacey and Duke followed.

“Wow, what a place,” he said.  He whistled. He plopped his bulk down onto the tufted chesterfield.  “Is this real leather?”

“Do shut up!” I said as I choked back my vodka and poured myself another.

Stacey came up behind me and put her head on my shoulder.  “I’m so sorry, baby. That must have been so hard on you to watch.  But it was really important to me that you understand what was happening.”

I felt something collapse inside me and the tears of frustration started falling.  Stacey grabbed the drink out of my hand and drank it off. “Can I have one with ice?” she asked sweetly.

“Pour it yourself,” I told her in annoyance, stalking away to the other side of the room.

“Attaboy, that’s more like it,” said Duke.

“Look, I don’t need your advice,” I said.

“Said the guy who just watched his wife sucking off another guy while he drove them meekly home,” laughed Duke.  “You totally need my advice.”

“Ok, so what’s your advice?”

“Stop being such a pussy,” said Duke.

“You fucker!” I shouted.  I flung my glass at Duke’s face and leapt at him, arms windmilling in rage.  But somehow I ended up with a mouthful of carpet and a leaden weight on the back of my neck.  Duke was kneeling on me.

“Not like that, dude,” laughed Duke.  “Don’t pick fights you can’t win.  You got to pick your battles.”

“Ok, ok, I get it.  I’m beat,” I said, trying to catch my breath.  Duke released the weight from the back of my neck, and I lashed out with an elbow hoping to catch him in the groin.  But the bastard had the reflexes of a cat and simply grabbed my elbow and put me into an excruciating joint lock.  

“Seriously dude, don’t make me dislocate your shoulder.  I’m a trained fighter. I work security and I outweigh you by about 50 pounds.  You cannot beat me even in an unfair fight. Unless you have a gun somewhere, but I know you aren’t packing because I already patted you down.  Just try to swallow your goddamn pride and pay attention. I promise to teach you an important life lesson before the night is out.”

“Will you two children stop tussling on the ground?  I still need to get fucked over here,” said my wife. She had reached that familiar point of the evening when she was drinking directly out of the bottle.

“Bitch, you will get fucked when I say you get fucked,” said Duke.

“Ha, ha, big talk,” she sneered.

“Go in the bed room and put some black stockings on.  Take off everything else. Just come back out here in black stockings and heels and nothing else,” he told my wife.

“Make me,” my wife said.  She had a devilish look in her eye.

Duke reached into his pocket and took out a dog collar and leash.

“Put this on,” he told her casually.

“You keep a dog collar in your pocket?” I asked.  “Seriously?”

“I told you that I was going to teach you something.”

Stacey looked at the dog collar.  “Wow, kinky stuff, huh?”

“Are you going to put this on, or am I going to put it on you?” he asked.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she said, but her conviction was crumbling.

Duke stood up and flexed.  Stacey ran over and grabbed the collar from his hand.  “Ok, Ok, I’m putting it on, uh, sir.” She wrapped the leather collar around her neck and fastened it.

“Tighter,” said Duke.

“It’s already tight,” whined Stacey.  Her manner was starting to change. She was getting plaintive.  She seemed a little frightened by the big man. She saw how easily he overcame me and she was just a tiny woman, 5’2” and 110 pounds.

“Are you talking back to me?” he asked her.  He had a mild tone of voice and he smiled with his mouth, but his eyes didn’t smile.

Stacey hurried to tighten the collar.  “How’s this?” she asked. Her voice came out tight.

“Good enough for now.  Get in there and change and then come back out and show your husband how his whore dresses to get fucked.  Just stockings and heels and nothing else.”

Stacey gave me a nervous look and I just shrugged.  I had it admit, it did feel good to see her a bit frightened like this.  Maybe I was going to enjoy Duke’s lesson after all. She went out of the room.

When she was gone, Duke tried to stifle a bout of giggles.  “Did you see the look on her face, dude? This is going to be awesome.  She even put the collar on herself. Just like pops says. Treat a lady like a whore.”

“You are a sick fucker, you know that?”

“Aw, don’t get your panties in a wad.  She’s probably locked the door to the bedroom and is shivering in the corner right now.  I did you a favor by taking her down a notch. But  she is a terrible slut.   You really ought to dump her.”

“So you were just fucking around?  You aren’t really going to fuck her?”  I felt a surge of relief.

“Jesus, what sort of guy you think I am?” he asked.  Then he paused. “I mean, I admit, the thing with the blowjob in the back seat, that was probably a little overboard.  But I’m basically a good guy. I just … oh shit.”

I looked up and Stacey came into the room wearing nothing but her dog collar, leash, black stockings pulled high up her thigh to crotch level and high heels.  Duke and I admired her pale hourglass figure, shapely legs, dark little bush, hard pink nipples. I felt myself getting hard.

“How is this, sir?” asked my wife.  She turned around slowly, showing us her plump round ass.

“Sorry dude, but if she’s going to be like this, then I got to fuck her,” whispered Duke to me.  He jumped up and grabbed my wife’s leash and gave it a jerk that nearly pulled her off her feet. She gagged and gripped the collar.  “Come on bitch, get your ass into that bedroom and spread your pussy for me.”

“Yes sir, but um, do you have a condom?” asked my wife as he lead her out of the room.

“Fuck no, bitch, you’re getting it bareback,” he laughed.  Then he paused. “Manny, get in here, you gotta watch this.  I didn’t think she would be able to handle the leash thing, but you got to see how I use her now.”

I followed with trepidation and watched with sick fascination as Duke threw my wife down on the bed and tied the leash to the headboard.  He produced a pair of handcuffs from a leather case on his belt and hand my wife’s hands handcuffed behind her in a smooth practiced motion.

“You’ve done this before,” said my wife.

“Sure, of course,” he told her as he unzipped his pants. “Spread your legs.”

“If you don’t use a condom, you have to pull out.  I’m not on birth control,” Stacey begged.

He leaned over and slapped her face, a sharp crack that rang out in the room and make her cry out.  “Bitch, you don’t tell me what to do.” Then he gave me a wink. He pulled off his shirt and stood there naked, his big dong pointing straight up, those huge hairy nuts hanging down.  He contemplated my tiny pale wife, handcuffed and bound by the neck to the headboard. She spread her legs for him in supplication, offering her pussy to him and I watched as his bulk covered her entirely.  I could only see her two thin stocking clad legs sticking out to either side of his broad back. He grabbed my wife’s big white boobs and sucked on her nipples as he sank his meat into her. She whimpered with pleasure as he violated her.

I watched his big round hair ass pump up and down, his hips crashing down onto my wife’s tiny frame, his giant balls slapping furiously against her ass, her mews of submission growing more and more urgent.  I stood and watched like a goddamn cuckold.

“Dude, get your phone out, turn the flashlight on,” panted Duke.

“Why?”

“Shine it on my balls, you got to see this!”

“Fuck you.”

“Honey, please, use the video, record this as you watch,” begged my little wife from underneath his massive form.  “It’s important,” she gasped.

Mechanically, I turned on the video on my phone and used the flash.  I stood at the foot of the bed and turned the camera on Duke’s ball sack as it slapped against my wife’s rear over and over. Suddenly he paused.  I saw his scrotum tighten visibly. His huge cock pulsating, stretching my wife’s pink pussy lips wider than they’d been stretched in a long time.  

“He’s coming inside,” I said stupidly.

“Oh, no, you can’t Duke, I told you,” panted my wife.

“I’m not,” he lied.

I watched the scrotum tighten over and over, the shaft pulsing as he pumped load after load into my wife.  The semen started dribbling out around the edges of her cunt. He pushed himself into her deeper, held her down as she struggled underneath him.

“I could seriously get pregnant,” she cried.  She wriggled beneath him but she couldn’t get him off, small and constrained as she was.

He ignored her and resumed pumping his dick in and out of her, soon coming a second time, the cum oozing out generously now.  He was really filling up her twat with sperm. I felt nauseous.

“Did you get that?” he asked finally.

“Yes, I recorded you impregnating my wife,” I said.

“Soon to be ex-wife,” he corrected.

“Probably,” I sighed.

Duke climbed off my wife and I watched a big glug of creamy cum plop out of her cunt.

“I can’t believe you came inside me,” said Stacey.  But she couldn’t really move because her hands were bound behind her back and her neck was tied with a leash to the headboard.

Duke unfastened the leash and then gave it a tug.

“Come over here and clean off my cock,” he said.  “Manny, record this, it’s gonna be awesome.”

Stacey was down on her knees before the big man, her big boobs hanging down, her legs encased in silky stockings.  She obediently licked the cum from his giant dong as he towered above her and gave me the thumbs up. He really was a frightening beast with all those muscles.

“Ok, good.  Come on now, we are taking you for a walk,” he said.

“Wait, what?” I asked.

“This is part of the lesson. We are taking her around the neighborhood and letting some other guys have a crack at her,” laughed Duke.

“Now wait a minute,” I stammered.

“It’s gonna be awesome!” he shouted.

“Duke, please,” begged my wife, but he just yanked her leash and she stumbled after him, grabbing the collar with her hands to keep from choking.

He lead my naked wife right out the front door and down to the sidewalk.  Stacey looking up and down the street in trepidation as she minced along behind him, naked in her heels, her hands still cuffed behind her back.

“If anyone sees me like this I will be so mortified,” Stacey whined.

“You are the one that wanted to get fucked by a real man,” I told her.

“Right or left?” asked Duke motioning to the houses on either side of ours.  

Stacey and I exchanged looks.  We looked to the house to the right and thought of the gang of frat boys that lived there.  Always having parties that were broken up by the cops. To the left was old Mr. and Mrs. Willis.  A nice older couple.

“Left!” Stacey and I said simultaneously.

Duke led Stacey right up to the door and rang the bell.

“Don’t do this.  Let’s go,” she said glancing around nervously.  “You’ve had your fun.”

But then the door opened and Mr. Willis was standing there. He smiled at Stacey for a moment and then noticed her collar and his face changed.  Then he noticed that she was naked and his mouth fell open.

“Stacey what the heck is going on?”

“Just having a bit of a lark, Mr. Willis.  Can we come in?”

“I mean, you aren’t decent, dear,” he stammered.  He looked at Duke holding the leash and then at me. “Manny, what madness is this?”

“Stacey got drunk and had sex with this man and now he’s walking her naked on a leash to see who else wants to fuck her,” I admitted.

Mr. Willis’ brain froze for a few minutes while he tried to process that.  Stacey pushed herself against him backing him inside until we all stood in their foyer.

“Duke, can you unlock these damn cuffs, now?  They are cutting into me,” she said.

“No, I think you should offer Mr. Willis your pussy,” said Duke.

“Ed doesn’t want my pussy,” laughed Stacey.

“Ed who is it?” called Mrs. Willis from the other room.

“Uh, it’s Manny and Stacey,” he called back distracted. He was indeed looked at my wife’s bush.

“Look at him, he’s checking out that pussy alright,” giggled Duke.  He reached down between Stacey’s legs and parted her twat so that Mr. Willis could see some pink.

“Well invite them in for heaven’s sake, Ed, what are you thinking?” called Mrs. Willis.

“I don’t think we can stay, Mrs. Willis,” I called out gamely.   I watched in horror as a tent appeared in Mr. Willis’ trousers.

“Stacey, look at that wood.  Here Ed, feel these titties, nice and plump, huh?”  Duke grabbed Mr. Willis’ hands and put them on Stacey’s boobs while she rolled her eyes.

“They are um, very nice, if you don’t mind my saying,” coughed Mr. Willis.

“Ed, close the door at least, you are letting the air out,” called Mrs. Willis.

I shut the door behind us.

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you, Ed, really,” said Stacey.  She gave me a look of incredulity as Ed felt up her boobs.

“Feel her pussy dude, it’s super tight, I just fucked it,” said Duke.

Mr. Willis hesitated, looked over his shoulder into the other room where his wife was waiting.

“I certainly couldn’t,” he looked at Stacey.  “That would be rude.”

“Don’t ask HER permission, man, she’s my bitch.  Don’t you see this leash? If I say you can finger her, then you can. Doesn’t matter what she says.”

“I see the leash,” said Mr. Willis and he reached right out and stuck his finger into my wife’s cunt.  “Your pussy is nice and wet Stacey,” he told her.

Stacey gasped in amazement, looked at me and then back at Mr. Willis.  “Ed, how COULD you?”

“You come to my door handcuffed and naked, leash around your neck, poor Manny standing by, with a new master, and you ask me that?  I wasn’t born yesterday, I know what a leash means.”

“Get down and suck his dick, bitch,” laughed Duke as Mr. Willis unzipped, looking back nervously toward the living room the whole time.

Stacey and I both gasped at the size of Mr. Willis’s member.  It was grizzled and covered in white hair but it was fat and long and still managed a decent erection.  Duke gave her chain a yank and stacey fell to her knees before Mr. Willis’ dong.

Ed looked me in the eye as he pushed his cock into my wife’s mouth.  “Sorry you had to see this, Manny. But we both know it’s for the best.”

“Are they still here, Ed?” asked Mrs. Willis.

“Yep, just chewing the fat,” called Mr Willis as my wife dutifully sucked his wrinkled dong.

Duke giggled maniacally.

“Fuck her dude, fuck her from behind,”  he yanked Stacey’s chain again and she nearly fell over, she had trouble standing on her own without the use of her hands and I reached down to help her up.

To my surprise, Mr. Willis, grabbed her by the hips, spun her around and bent her over so that he could jab his cock forcefully into her from behind. “I always knew you were a whore! Prancing around in your underwear in the backyard all the time.  Sunbathing topless.” Stacey gasped with each of his angry thrusts.

“Were you really doing that?” I asked.

“I mean, I guess I knew he could see me, I thought I was giving him a thrill, I uh, oh wow, Ed, Ed,” she panted.  “Yes, yes, do it.” My wife leaned against me as Ed stuck her from behind and Duke covered his face, doubled over with laughter.

“What is so gosh darned funny out here?” asked Mrs. Willis cheerfully as she rounded the corner leaning on her cane.  Then she saw my wife, naked, handcuffed, collared, bent over, being fucked by her husband of thirty seven years while Duke and I stood by watching.  Her brain froze while she took it all in.  She just turned around and walked back out of the hallway toward the living room.

Mr. Willis stopped fucking my wife.

“Martha!” he called.

“Don’t stop, Ed, I’m about to cum!” plead my wife.

Ed pulled out anyway.

“Martha!”

“Get out.  Get out you bastard.  Go run off with your hussy,” screamed Mrs. Willis from the other room.

“Martha, it’s not like it seemed!”  Ed ran off the living room and there was a crash of broken plateware.

“Not like it seemed!  Take that!” Another crash.  Ed gave a cry of pain.

“Our work here is done,” laughed Duke, jerking Stacey’s leash and leading her out the front door.

“On the the house on the other side,” he said.

“No, not the Frat boys, let’s just go back inside the house.  Haven’t you done enough damage for the evening? I will do whatever you want,” begged Stacey.  “

“You will do what I want anyway.  I want to see you get gangbanged by frat boys,” said Duke.  He was loving it.

“Manny, can’t you do something?” plead Stacey.

“What are you sorry all of a sudden, after calling me a faggot and a wimp all night?” I asked.

“Honey, you know I was just drunk dear,” said Stacey, as Duke led her naked in stockings up to the front door of the frat boys house.

He rang the bell.

We waited.

He rang again.  We could hear music.

“I think we just have to go in,” I offered.

“Manny,” cried my wife.  She had real tears of fear in her eyes and I was started to feel sorry for her.

Duke tried the door and found it unlocked.  He lead Stacey inside.

We found a gang of frat boys sprawled out and drinking in the living room.  One of them, I think his name is Eddie, noticed us first and stood gaping at my naked wife.  He turned off the stereo and everyone gave a cry of complaint.

“Uh, it’s Mr. and Mrs. Archer and uh, Mrs. Archer is like totally naked and shit,” he said.

All eyes were on Stacey’s naked boobs and exposed twat.

“Whoa this is some kinky shit.”

“Check out the leash.”

“She’s got handcuffs on.”

“No,no, we are not doing this,” shouted Stacey, she tried to run, but Duke yanked her chain.

“Step right up, my boys,” called Duke.

“No, RAPE!  RAPE!” screamed my wife. ”Someone call the police!”

Everyone looked nervous as Duke grabbed her and bent my wife over the back of a couch.  He spread her pussy lips open from behind as she kicked and screamed. The boys looked to me for guidance.

“She like it bareback and when you cum inside her,” Duke assured them.  

“She hasn’t said her safe word yet,” I croaked.

“Fuckers, fuckers, I will kill you,” cried my wife.  Duke jerked hard on the leash, choking her into silence.

“Lookit this ass, this sweet pussy,” he slapped my wife’s round ass and parted her tight pink twat to show the guys.  “Who wants to fuck it? Tell them you want it Stacey.”

My wife was crying there, helpless.

“Ok, ok, that’s enough Duke, this is going too far,” I said.  And then there was a crack of lightning, my nose exploded with blood, I was staring at the ceiling.  Duke had punched me in the nose, hard. I was dizzy.

“Oh, did you knock him out, Duke?” asked my wife.  She seemed calm.

“No, I think he can still watch.”

“Eddie, come over fuck me,” called Stacey.

I sat up groggily as Eddie came over.  “Sorry Mr. Archer, but you didn’t say your safe word yet,” he said.  

“Duke, it’s no fun if Manny isn’t watching,” whined my wife as some point and Duke grabbed me and dragged me over near the couch.  I looked up in time to see Eddie’s balls tighten as he pumped his own cum into my wife. I could see it spurting out around the edges, dripped from her pussy lips, red and inflamed form all the the fucking.

“Did you see that honey?” asked my wife sweetly.  “Did you see how much he came inside me? It’s my fertile time too.  I can’t believe I am doing this but I could really get pregnant.”

One after another, I watched all the frat boys bang my wife as she was bent over the back of the couch, she begged me to watch closely.  It was really important for her to see it all. She was sorry if it was hard to watch.

She did miss her next period. But she was right, I never did divorce her.  I simply couldn’t learn the lesson they all tried to teach me that day. Or maybe I learned a different lesson, one that was much more twisted.  And the funniest part of the story is that out of all the guys that fucked my wife. The baby was actually a spitting image of Ed Willis.

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Teenage Boy Sleepover

By Gustav Jorgenson

Ed was on one of his business trips and having a video chat with his wife Claire as was their custom.  They were both having their drinks and talking about their days.

“Well I’ve got a house full of rowdy teenage boys tonight,” sighed Claire.  She took a sip of her wine and looked off camera into the room beyond. “Oh my gosh, Matthew, please be careful!”  There was a loud crash and Claire grimaced.

Ed laughed.  “Jesus, are they destroying the place or what?”

“I think that was a living room lamp, I asked them not to ride the powerboards indoors, but they are being rebellious.”  She looked off camera again. “Matt, honey, get your friends to help you clean that up. You know where the broom and dustpan are, please, darling. I’m talking to your father and trying to have a glass of wine!”  She shook her head and smiled at her husband’s image on her phone. “These, boys, so full of energy. I don’t know why I agree to these sleepovers. They are getting a bit old for this.”

“I agree,” said Ed.  “Speaking of, what are you wearing there, isn’t that a bit provocative to wear around adolescent boys?

Claire put her hands on her chest and looked down at her generous breasts jutting out.  As if on cue, her big nipples became erect and poked through the thin material of her nightgown.  “Why, I’m just wearing the same gown I always wear to laze around the house at night.” Claire looked up as Matt’s friend Jaime entering the kitchen with a dustpan full of broken ceramic pieces.  He was a big boy for a 16 year old, gawky and tall with mussed hair. Claire could smell his body odor, pungent and hormonal, and she noticed him looking at her erect nipples. It sent a strange electric thrill through her belly which embarrassed her and she could feel her face growing warm.

“Don’t you think you should put a bra on?” came her husband’s voice from the phone propped up before her.

Jaime heard this and smirked at her.  “I think you look really nice Mrs. Garnett.  Hey, where should I put this?”

“Oh shit, who’s that?” asked her husband.

Claire’s face was burning hot now.  “The garbage is there under the sink, Jaime,” she said.  She gave her husband a significant look to shush him.

Jaime found the garbage and dumped the broken lamp pieces in.  Then he went and leaned on the counter so he could check out Mrs. Garnett’s body.  From where he stood he could see her shapely legs exposed by her short nightgown and also her huge tits sitting right on the kitchen table with their big nipples poking out.  He and all the other guys agreed that Matthew’s mom was the most fuckable MILF in the neighborhood and they liked to tease Matt about it and freak him out. Jaime realized that the counter hid his lower body, so he reached down the front of his pajamas and started fondling his penis as he checked out Matt’s mom.

“Who are you talking to?” Jaime asked her as he touched himself.  He felt a thrill run through him at his own audacity to be chatting up his pal’s mother while she sat there half naked and he jerked his johnson.  He felt himself get instantly erect as he ogled her shapely thighs and he pictured her spreading them for him.

Claire looked at Jaime in shock as the boy touched himself.  Did he think she didn’t know what he was doing with his hand down there behind the counter? What a cheeky monkey. Her stomach flipped and she could feel her armpits and her crotch growing warm.  “Jaime, dear, I’m trying to talk to Mr. Garnett and enjoy my glass of wine. Can you give us some privacy, please. Run along and play with the rest of the boys in the other room. And please try not to break anything.”

Jaime got a crazy idea and he reached down and adjusting his painfully stiff hardon so that the head of his cock was sticking up just above the waist of his pajamas.  “Ok, no problem, Mrs. Garnett, I’ll just be on my way.” He sauntered out form behind the counter, the swollen mushroom tip of his cock proudly on display as he walked slowly toward Matt’s mother.

Claire’s mouth dropped open in shock when she saw the teenager’s red glans protruding above the elastic waistband of his pajamas.  “Why you little rascal, put that away!” She gasped. She couldn’t help laughing as she put her hand on her chest.

Jaime feigned ignorance for a moment, then looked down at his cock.  “Ooops, sorr-eee, Mrs. Garnett. How’s this? Is this better?” He pushed his dick back into his pajamas and the boner went sticking straight out, pitching a huge tent.

Claire couldn’t help but stare at the horny boy’s bulge with interest.  “Don’t make me tell your mother how naughty you are being, Jaime. Run along now and behave yourself.”  She became acutely away of how little she was wearing. Her heart was starting to pound as she felt the sexual energy between herself and this hormonal youth.

Jaime watched Mrs. Garnett tug ineffectually at the hem of her gown as he fondled his boner trying to get it under control.  He could tell from the way she bit her lip as she looked at this dick that she wouldn’t tell his mother. So he stole one last glance at Mrs. Garnett’s huge nipples before running laughing back to the living room.

“Guys, you aren’t going to believe, this, but I just showed Mrs. Garnett the head of my cock!”  he whispered breathlessly as the gang all sat around playing Xbox.

“The fuck you did,” said Sanders, not looking up from the screen.

“I swear to god, she was looking so good in that little nightie of hers that I sprang a woody.  So I pulled the head out and left it showing above my waistband.”

“I’m going to punch you in your fucking throat!” said Matthew, face growing red in anger and shame.

“Relax Garnett, it was just the tip,” said Jaime with a wicked grin.  The boys all broke out laughing and Matt jumped up and kicked the back of Jaime’s knee to bring him to the ground before pouncing on him.

The two boys wrestled fiercely for a few moments before Jaime realized Matt was serious. Matt landed a solid punch to Jaime’s ribs which knocked the breath out of him.  Jaime hated to be rough with his smaller friend, especially since he realized that he himself was in the wrong, but he didn’t want to take another punch like that either.  So he pinned Matt down and put his knees on Matt’s shoulders. “Dude, I’m sorry, I was just fucking around.”

“That’s my mom, you are talking about,” sputtered Matthew, struggling to get out from under the bigger boy.

“Don’t get your panties in a knock, Garnett,” said Sanders, still not looking away from the screen.  “We all agreed that any one of us would do your mom. It’s not our fault she’s a MILF. Get over it.”

Jaime let Matt wriggle free.  “Yeah, but you can’t go around flashing your dick at her,” panted Matt pointing at Jaime in accusation.

Jaime felt guilty for a minute.  “Yeah, dude, I’m sorry, that was out of line.”  The other boys bit their lips and giggled and Jaime couldn’t keep his composure and he started laughing too.

“You guys are so fucked up,” fumed Matt as he took up the controller and reset the game.

“You fucker!” screamed Sanders.  “I hadn’t reached a save point!”

“That’s what you get,” said Matt.

Back in the kitchen, Claire and Ed, were discussing the incident.

“I think you are right dear, I better go get changed,” said Claire.

“Did he really show you his penis?” laughed Ed.  “What a horny little fucker.”

“Well, just the tip of it really.”  Claire gulped as the image of the big teenage boy’s huge bulge passed into her mind again.  “You know how boys that age are.”

“Well, we had more respect for our elders in my day.  I certainly would have never flashed my dick at Mrs. Chelsey, no matter how big her boobs were.”

“Mrs. Chelsey?  Joe Chelsey’s mother?”  Claire laughed.

“She was a looker in her day,” admitted Ed.

“Ok, well, I’m going to go put on a robe or something,” said Claire.

“Ok, dear, I will talk to you tomorrow.  Good luck keeping those rowdy boys under control.”

“Oh, I can handle these little upstarts, don’t worry,” said Claire.  She and Ed blew kisses at one another and signed off.

Instead of going to get changed, Claire went to the fridge and poured herself another glass of wine. She was feeling tipsy at this point.  She kept thinking about that cocky teenager and how he brashly flaunted his penis at her, practically mad with blazing hormonal arousal. She gulped down her wine and poured herself another glass.  She imagined the excitable teen, mounting her and humping away like a little animal and she realized that she had reached her hand down the front of her panties and was fondling herself. She was lost in drunken daze, rubbing her clitoris, leaning against the refrigerator with her head back, eyes closed and a drink in her hand when she heard a boy clear his throat.

“Uh, Mrs. Garnett?”  

She came to her senses with a start and found the Sander’s boy leering at her.  She hastily pulled her hand out of her panties.

“Um, could I have a soda?” asked the boy innocently.  He pretended not to notice what she had been doing and she was grateful for that.

“Sure, honey,” she said thickly.  She pulled the refrigerator door open and it swung back with a loud thunk.  “Oops,” she said. She was really drunk at this point. She better go to bed soon.  She pulled a bottle of Coke form the shelf and handed it to the boy.

“Thank you, Mrs. Garnett,” he said, taking the bottle. And Claire thought she had gotten off easy until he sniffed at the bottle significantly and gave her a wink before turning and running out of the kitchen with a laugh.

Claire looked down with horror at her fingers which were shiny and slatherered with her vaginal juices.  She heard a roar of laughter from the other room and her son Matt’s voice whining in dismay and her stomach dropped.  She really needed to get to bed right away.

She steeled herself to run the gauntlet.  She would need to pass through the living room full of horny boys in her skimpy nightgown on her way to the bedroom.  She drank off the last of her wine and set it on the counter where it fell over and shattered. Oh, god, I’ll need to clean that up in the morning, she thought.  Then she squared her shoulders and strode out into the living room.

She could feel the hungry eyes of the teenagers on her body and fought the urge to cover her prominent nipples with her hands.  “I’m going to bed, dears. Try not to stay up too late.”

“‘Night, mom,” said her son sullenly.

“Sleep TIGHT, Mrs. Garnett,” said Jaime.  She looked over and saw him sniffing the bottle of coke she had given the Sanders boy.  He caught her eye and licked the bottle lasciviously making her heart flutter. She darted out of the room, holding her gown down in back so they wouldn’t see her rump as she ran.

Once in the hall, she breathed a sigh of relief.  Poor Matthew was arguing again as he pals made catcalls and laughed.  God only knew how she would explain all this to her son. She would need to think about that later.  She couldn’t understand what had gotten into her. She must be in a fertile part of her cycle to be acting out her sexual urges so blatantly.  Also, Ed had been out of town a lot lately so their sex life was suffering.

Claire pulled off her sodden panties as she climbed into bed.  The room was reeling and she sort of half-fell, half-rolled under the covers.  She masturbated herself to sleep imagining Jaime’s big red penis stabbing into her over and over again, spurting his young eager seed into her fertile womb.

She awoke with a splitting headache and a mouth full of copper.  It was still pitch black out, it wasn’t near dawn yet. She needed a drink of water, so she climbed out of bed and staggered a bit.  She held onto the dresser to steady herself as she crept barefoot out of her room. The living room was dimly lit by the red and orange led lights of the game console and home entertainment systems. She could make out the form of Jaime sleeping on the couch and the Sanders boy in a sleeping bag, the soft rhythmic snuffling of their breath told her they were sleeping.  Claire noticed an empty soda bottle on the ground by the couch and mom mode kicked in so she bent over to pick it up.

She heard a grunt and looked back to see that Jaime had pushed the cover off himself and was stroking his stiff penis which emerged from the slit at the front of his pajama bottoms.

“Yeah, Mrs. Garnett, let me see that,” he whispered huskily.  

Claire realized that she didn’t have her panties on and that Jaime must be able to see her bare ass and puffy vaginal lips sticking out between her thighs as she bent over in front of him.  She stood up with a start.

“Hush you go back to sleep,” she urged.  She grabbed his cover and tried to cover him up again, but he grabbed her hand and put it on his erect cock.

“Help me!” he pleaded with her quietly.

Claire pinched the head of the boy’s stiff member in spite of herself, but she quickly came to her senses again and pulled her hand away.

“You have to take care of that yourself, dear,” she told him.  “I’m just getting myself some water and then I’m going back to bed.”  She turned and walked quickly away.

She was breathing heavily as she poured out a big pitcher of water for herself and grabbed a glass from the cupboard.  Jaime certainly was a well developed boy, she thought. She hurried back through the livingroom on her way to the bedroom, averting her eyes from the boy on the couch.  But she could hear the insistent fapping sound as he jerked himself off and she felt her pulse quicken. Once safely back in her room, she poured out a glass of water and gulped it down.  Then poured another and drank off half of it.

“This is so crazy,” she said to herself as she settled back into bed.  She spread her legs and started fingering herself as she recalled the spongy firmness of Jaime’s yearning penis under her fingers.  She was getting really wet and was practically ready to cum when she heard the door of her room open. She jerked upright in bed and reached over to switch on the lamp on the side table.  Jaime was standing there with his pants off and his cock in his hand.

“Jaime, dear, get back out there.  What are you thinking?” gasped Claire.  She noticed Jaime gazing open mouthed at her exposed beaver and she clamped her legs shut and pulled her gown down to cover herself.

“Please, Mrs. Garnett, I’m so fucking horny, I’m gonna explode,” whined the aroused teen as he ran up to the side of the bed and offered his straining penis to Claire.  It was pointing practically straight up toward the ceiling and Claire marvelled at how erect it was. Poor Ed’s penis barely got perpendicular at his age, but this young stud’s dick was pulsing and slapping itself against his belly in anticipation as he stood there.

“Darling, you just have to take care of yourself.  There are some tissues and hand lotion in the bathroom.”

“That’s not good enough, I need YOU. Now..” panted the teen, and he impulsively climbed onto her bed on his knees and stuck his penis right in Claire’s face.  She could smell him again, fecund and raunchy and it made her hot for him.

She found herself reaching out and grabbing the boy’s stiff rod.  Her hand seemed to be stroking it of its own accord and he gave a deep groan of satisfaction.

“Oh, yeah, oh yeah,” he moaned.

“Poor darling,” she cooed.  “It must be so hard to deal with this hormones of yours.  Let me soothe you a little.” This is fine, right? She thought to herself.  I’m just helping a young man through a difficult stage of life, right? Then Jaime grabbed her by the hair and forced his impatient cock right between her plump lips and she grabbed his hips to keep him from choking her with his dong.  Hmm, what a rough boy, she thought as she started sucking his fresh smooth cock with enthusiasm. She was licking his veiny shaft and sucking the head of his cock as he pulled up her nightgown exposing first her bush then her big soft breasts.

The boy grabbed Claire’s boobs in his hands and gave a sigh of contentment as she sucked his his penis feverishly.  She could taste him releasing pre-ejaculate and she made a small whimpering sound in the back of her throat. She was vaguely aware of some giggling from the doorway, but then Jaime discovered her pussy and pushed a clumsy finger inside her and she was too lost in the throes of lust to pay attention to anything else.  The giggles grew loudly as Jamie yanked the cock out of her mouth and climbed between her legs.

“No, no, honey, you have to wear a condom, dear,” she told him, trying to push his hips away.  But the big boy overpowered her and thrust his rigid member forcefully between her swollen labia.  She was more than wet enough to receive him and she gasped with pleasure as the boyish young man urgently fucked her, his balls slapping against her round ass with abandon. She spread her legs as wide apart as she could to receive him and heard more laughter from the doorway.

“Oh, jesus, the boys are watching us,” she gasped, but all she could do was grip Jaime by the shoulders as he pounded her insistently.

“Let them watch,” he grunted.  He felt triumphant. He never imagined that sex would feel this good, and it was super kinky to by drilling his friend’s mother on her own bed.  Her pussy was hot wet and tight as her plunged into her over and over again. He felt himself ready to cum.

“Pull out before you cum,” warned Claire, but she could feel herself ready to climax as the boy’s pelvic bone slammed against her clit relentlessly.

“Ok, I will,” he said.  “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming,”

“Jesus, mom, what’s going on?” cried Matthew running into the room.  “Get off of her you fucker!” Matthew grabbed Jaime by the shoulder and pulled him back.  Jaime’s cock emerged from Matt’s mother’s cunt with a sloppy popping sound and he spurted a stream of jizz so hard it hit her in the face and made her start.

“No, no, Matthew, honey, go in the other room, dear,” plead Claire.  “Don’t stop, you can’t stop now,” she groaned to Jaime. She was on the verge of cumming herself and she grabbed the boy’s spurting penis and tucked it back inside her as she arrived, her vagina clamping down tightly around Jaime’s stiff dick as he emptied burst after burst of hot semen into her.  Her hips ground luxuriously against the boy as he impregnated her. Her head was thrown back in ecstacy.

Matt looked with shock at his mother receiving his pal’s cum so blissfully and he ran from the room in tears, pushing past Sanders who was recording the whole thing on his phone.

After he was done exploding inside her, Jaime climbed off of Claire.  Sanders handed him his phone.

“Film me while I get my sloppy seconds,” he told Jaime with a laugh, pulling his shorts down to reveal his own little boner.

“Uh, honey, this isn’t a free-for-all,” said Claire leaning up on her elbows with effort and contemplating Sanders’ diminutive pecker skeptically.

“Otherwise, I can send the video of Jaime’s cumshot to your face to your husband,” offered Sanders as he climbed between her legs.

“Why you little bastard,” laughed Claire. But she was in a post-orgasm glow and found it hard to get angry as the horny boy climbed on top of her and prodded her wet cunt with his slim dagger.

“Keep trying, you’ll figure it out,” she teased as Sanders struggled to figure out how to get his dick into her.  “Oops, wrong hole.” But then she gulped when he found the right hole and she had to hold on for dear life as his ass started pumping up and down assertively, the boy driving his meager offering into her with authority.

“Go Sanders go,” giggled Jaime as he captured the event on video using Sanders’ phone.

“Ugh,” moaned the boy as he poured his seed into her.

Claire waited patiently for him to dismount.  “See this is why I shouldn’t fuck young boys. No staying power,” she told the camera.  “Also, you do realize that if you post this video, I will cut your balls off, don’t you?”

Jaime put the phone down. “Uh, yes ma’am.  He felt suddenly embarrassed as Claire became the responsible adult again and pulled her gown down to cover her shapely body.  She climbed out of bed and then gasped and reached down between her legs. Her hand came away with a big handful of semen that had seeped out of her vagina.  “Wow, you boys are very voluminous when you, ah, enjoy yourselves. Now you go back out to the livingroom and lay down while I wash up. And remember what happens to your little nuts if that video get posted.  Poor Matthew will need therapy for years from the trauma of this as it is. No sense in making it worse.”

“Yes, ma’am,” they said.

“And next time bring condoms, Jaime.”  Both boys looked at her in shock as she smiled at them fiendishly.  “YOU needn’t bother, Sanders. I don’t want you inside me again until you grow another inch or two and learn how to hold your horses and pleasure a woman properly.”

“Ha, ha!” laughed Jaime, and he punched Sanders on the arm as the two boys raced from the room.  

Claire watched them run off with a warm maternal glow and then realized how perverted that was.  She got into the shower wondering how the hell she was going to explain this all to poor Matthew.  But she suspected that getting him that new car he had been begging for might go a long way to healing his mental distress.  It might also help him agree to keeping this little incident a secret from Ed. Ed might not understand that sometime boys have urges that need to be satisfied and that sometimes a generous older women is the best person to aid their sexual development.

Gustav Jorgenson’s cuckold stories:
NEW! Slut Wife, Happy Life: Naughty Wife Tales, also availabe as an audiobook.
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 “What’s My Wife Doing With That Guy?” Audiobook

 

Wife Boob Judging Contest

By Gustav Jorgenson

Excerpted from “Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching, Vol.5

Bill and Linda have been living next door to my wife Susie and I for fifteen years and we are all close friends. They are in their mid-forties, just as we are, and when their son, Isaac, left for college, they decided to rent out the in-law unit behind their home which Isaac had been using for his computer lab. It was a quaint little cottage and we live in a nice, safe neighborhood, so they quickly found a tenant. The renter was a single fellow named Eric who was in his 30’s had recently moved into the area to take a job as a carpenter. Susie and Linda made a big deal about how tall and handsome Eric was and Susie liked to tease Bill about it.

“You better watch your wife with that hot stud living in your backyard, Bill,” Susie would say, wagging her eyebrows at Bill. “You might come home from work one day to find him nailing more than just some wood.”

“He can nail me with his wood anytime,” Linda would rejoin and the two wives would cackle with laughter while Bill and I exchanged uncomfortable grimaces.

But Eric was a good natured guy, so Bill didn’t mind when Susie invited our neighbors to bring Eric along for dinner and drinks one hot August evening.

Since Bill and Linda were such old friends, we didn’t bother with formal dinners. Also, it was a sweltering day, but I was a little uncomfortable with Susie’s outfit as it got closer to dinner time. She had been lounging around in a pair of short shorts and skimpy halter top with no bra. Her large breasts were bouncing around and her erect nipples poked out invitingly against the thin material of her top.

I distractedly reached out and gripped one of her luscious boobs in my hand as she passed me in the kitchen and said, “Nice rack there, lady, but don’t you think you should go put on a bra before the guests arrive?”

Susie wrapped her arms around me and put her nose against mine. “What’s the matter, darling, are you embarrassed about my old saggy udders?” she teased. “It’s just Bill and Linda, they’ve seen me like this plenty of times.”

“And Eric,” I added with a smile.

“Oh pish-posh,” she laughed with a twinkle in her eye. “That young guy isn’t going to be looking at an old lady like me.”

“Cut the shit,” I replied with a smile. “You still have your figure.” I ran my hands down past my wife’s narrow waist, over her wide hips and then reached back to grip her plump, round ass cheeks. I could feel my penis growing erect as I fondled her soft buttocks.

“Oh, well, Eric will just have to deal with his insatiable desire for me,” Susie said, kissing me on the cheek lightly. “It’s simply too hot and I am not changing.”

I grumbled with annoyance as I examined her shapely legs from behind as she turned away and finished tossing the salad and then I grabbed the steaks with resignation and headed out to fire up the grill.

When the guests arrived, I was surprised to see Linda in an even more revealing outfit than Susie’s, Linda was just wearing her bikini with a thin sarong tied around her waist. I must have been obvious as I looked her up and down because she and Susie started laughing.

“Are you getting a good eyeful, Ed?” asked my wife archly.

“I think he likes my outfit, Suse,” laughed Linda, cocking her hip jauntily.

“What do you expect? He’s a healthy hetero man and you are practically naked,” said Bill, shaking his head and clapping me on the shoulder. I felt my face grow hot with shame at being caught checking out his wife, but Bill just smiled reassuring. “Have a beer, Ed. It’s hot as hell out there today.”

Eric laughed along easily and hosted a case of Trumer Pilsner. “I hope you have a room in your fridge,” he said.

“Oh, we will have to use the cooler in the garage,” said Susie smiling brightly at Eric. “Come along, I’ll show you.”

I watched Susie lead Eric away and I could swear that she was shaking her ass for him a bit. There seemed to be more action going on back there than usual. I glanced over and saw Bill gazing at Susie’s rear as well. He gave a start when he saw me looking and we were both surprised when Linda tisked at us.

“Eric, is pretty hot stuff, you can’t blame a girl fro putting a little bounce in her step for him,” she said as she helped herself to glass of wine once Eric and Susie were out of earshot.

“Or putting on her bikini to show her body for him,” said Bill pointing his finger at his wife accusingly.

Linda just shrugged and smiled into her wine.

“I tell you, Ed, if Eric wasn’t such a solid fellow, I would be trying to find a way to kick him out. You wouldn’t believe how Linda carries on. Gardening in the flower banks by the cottage everyday in her bikini, trying to get his attention. It’s shameless,” said Bill

“What’s shameless?” asked Susie as she and Eric returned to the kitchen. Eric’s cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and I wonder how much of our conversation he had overheard.

“Oh nothing,” said Linda lightly, waving her glass nonchalantly. “Bill’s just lambasting me for being a harlot. He’s channeling his Puritan ancestors again.”

We all broke out laughing and I took the beer that Eric offered me. “Yeah, well he hasn’t burned you at the stake yet,” said Eric. “So there’s that.”

We had an enjoyable dinner with the wives flirting with Eric, but he handled it with aplomb, gracefully deflecting their attempts to bait him. But as we got drunker and drunker, I noticed him glancing Susie and Linda’s breasts more and more and it made me a little annoyed, but I could hardly blame him. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Linda’s boobs either. When dinner was finished, Eric offered to help clear the dishes and Linda, Bill and I adjourned to the living room. The beer and wine was flowing freely and I was feeling no pain.

“I’m surprised you agreed to let Eric help Susie with the dishes,” said Linda, smiling at me over the rim of her wine glass and twirling her foot playfully as she sat in her tiny bikini across from me on the couch.

I gazed at her gorgeous bare legs for a moment before responding. “Err, why do say that, Linda?”

“She’s probably going to rub herself up against him and get him all hot and bothered,” said Linda with a smirk. She must have noticed me checking out her legs because she ran a palm along her smooth white calf and gave be a little wink.

“Don’t bait him, dear,” said Bill good naturedly. “Just because that’s what you want to do.”

Bill and his wife locked gazes for a moment and she looked annoyed. Then she shrugged her shoulders and walked her fingers along her shapely thigh. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind rubbing up against a viral young man like Eric. Maybe I wouldn’t.”

“Nice,” blurted Bill, his face red from the alcohol, and I laughed weakly along with Linda.

We heard a loud crash and then the sound of Susie’s lilting laughter came filtering out from the kitchen.

“Everything OK in there?” I called.

“Yeah, but I think we are too drunk to do the dishes right now,” said my wife, entering the living room with her arm around Eric’s broad shoulders. Her halter top was completely soaked with soapy water and was practically transparent as it clung enticingly to her large round breasts.

“Whoa, are we having a wet-tshirt party now?” asked Bill licking his lips and
eyeing my wife’s stiff nipples, clearly visible through her soaked top.

“I’m just being a little too sloppy,” said my wife thickly as she lead Eric to the couch and plopped down there with him so that she and Linda sat to either side of our young guest.

“Honey, you have to go change your shirt, we can see right through it,” I complained. My palms grew slick with anxiety as my wife had her tits on display but I felt my own dick responding to the sight in spite of my nervousness.

“Oh, I think it will be OK,” she said, plucking the front of her shirt out only to have it instantly fall back and cling to her luscious mounds.

“I like Susie’s shirt, it looks nice like that,” said Eric boldly, glancing down at my wife’s jiggling tits. The alcohol must have been getting the better of him.

“I am glad you like them,” said my wife, thrusting her chest out for his inspection. “I mean it, my shirt that is,” she chortled.

“Wait, what about my boobs, Eric?” asked Linda. “Who do you think has nicer ones? Susie or me?”

“Well I can’t see through your top the way I can see through Susie’s, so it’s hard to tell,” said Eric, eyeing Linda’s chest judiciously. The little smirk on his face infuriated me and I could feel my pits growing damp

“Ok, take it easy there young fella,” said Bill.

“Come on, Bill,” said Eric, his eyes hard but a smile on his lips. “Your wife has been flirting with me all week, flaunting her body at me and making suggestive comments.” Eric pointed at me accusingly. “And now Sam’s wife is joining in, teasing me all night, asking about my sex life, and now this!” He gestured at my wife’s transparent shirt. “I think I’ve been cool about it so far, but how much teasing do you expect a guy to take?”

“I’m sorry, Eric, don’t you like seeing my boobies?” asked my wife, pouting and cupping her boobs in her hands.

“Oh yeah, I like them all right, can’t you tell?” said Eric, reached down to adjust his junk so that his stiff cock pitched a dramatic tent in his shorts. Then he turned and looked Linda’s body up and down as he fingered his boner through his pants. His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and his eyes were glassy. “And I like what Linda has shown me so far as well. But I won’t be able to tell which of you I like better until you both take your tops off and let me compare side by side.”

The two wives burst out in uproarious laughter at the suggestion, and Linda slapped Eric’s knee playfully.

“Buddy, I understand how you feel, but come on,” I said to Eric, trying to be reasonable. “You can’t joke around with married women like that with their husbands sitting right here.”

“Well, go in the other room if you don’t like it, then, Ed,” said Linda giving me a lewd grin. “Because I don’t think Eric’s kidding.”

“I know we are being naughty dear, but isn’t it sort of fun?” asked my wife with a twinkle in her eyes. “Bill seems to be enjoying getting a glimpse of my boobs, and you sure have ogled Linda’s body all night.”

Bill grimaced at me apologetically and shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

“What are you saying, Susie?” I asked, scratching my head. “You actually want to strip down topless with Linda in front of Bill, Eric, and I?” I couldn’t help looking over at Linda’s body and scanning it up and down, enjoying the generous amounts of skin she was exposing.

“I’m game,” said Linda, she stood up and untied her bikini top behind her neck. She stood where we all could see her, holding the straps lightly as the cups of her top fell away from her tits slightly, barely covering them.

“This will be fun,” agreed my wife, jumping up to stand my Linda’s side and grabbing the hem of her top, as she prepared to remove it.

“Come on, girls, this is going a bit too far,” grumbled Bill. I could see the sweat beading up on his forehead and I noticed that he couldn’t take his eyes of my wife’s body as she stood in her short shorts and soaked, transparent halter top.

“Bill, seriously, loosen up, will you? This is going to be awesome,” blurted Eric as he gripped his dick. His eyes flicked excitedly between Linda’s slim figure and my wife’s more curvy body with her broader hips and larger boobs. “Ladies, start your engines. On the count of three, please remove your tops for all to see. One…”

“Hey, this really is totally inappropriate,” I said loudly. My blood was running cold in my veins, but my gut felt hot and heavy and my cock was stiffening against my will.

“Two…”

The wives just looked at each other and giggled as they prepared to lose their tops.

“Three!” Eric shouted gleefully. Susie stripped off her wet top and dropped it to the floor as Linda’s top fell away from her boobs at the same time.

All three men in the room exhaled unconsciously as we each focused in on the bare tits we were most interested in. I gazed at Linda’s bare chest with admiration. Her skin was milky white and she had a lovely smooth décolletage above her high, pert boobs. I enjoyed the sight of her tiny pink nipples as they hardened into little knots with little areola visible. Eric and Bill on the other hand were entranced by Susie’s more substantial knockers. She also had beautiful porcelain skin, but her boobs were big white orbs, that hung down slightly. They were heavy handfuls. Her boobs glistened with moisture from her damp shirt and her big pink nipples were hard but her areola formed two cute round circles.

Linda shook her chest proudly in my direction, noticing my interest. But I noticed that Susie was a bit more bashful and blushed prettily as she became aware of Bill and Eric’s intense stares.

“Don’t be shy, Susie, shake them a little,” coaxed Linda. “Give the boys a show!”

“Oh my god, Linda, this is so crazy,” laughed my wife, her cheeks bright red with excitement as she brushed a strand of blonde hair from her face. “Are we going to regret this in the morning?”

“I’m not,” exclaimed Eric. “Can you come closer, Susie? I think I like your boobs better to be honest, but I want a closer look.”

“Hey!” complained Linda putting her hands on her waist and cocking her hips jauntily.

“I like your boobs, Linda,” I blurted. “Very pert.”

Linda grinned at me lasciviously and pinched her nipples as I watched in fascination. My wife watched us for a moment and said, “Well, as long as Ed is distracted, I might as well let Eric have a better look.” She approached Eric shyly and stood before him, shifting from foot to foot.

“A little closer please,” said Eric, shamelessly gripping his jock.

My wife glanced back over her shoulder at me, but I was in fact distracted by Linda as she rubbed her hands across her chest and shimmied her shoulders for my entertainment. So Susie shrugged her shoulders and climbed onto the couch next to Eric and dangled her knockers right in his face until one erect nipple practically brushed his cheek.

“Holy shit,” breathed Bill as he pulled nervously at his collar with one hand and grabbed his crotch with the other. His eyes were bulging as he gaped at my wife’s generous danglers.

Eric turned her face until my wife’s nipple was brushing his lips and then he simply opened his mouth and started sucking on it. She gasped at first then sighed with contentment and cradled the back of his head gently as he slurped on her boob.

“There there, dear,” she said lovingly. “Oh my, look what we have here,” she continued, reaching down to grab his straining phallus through his shorts. “You are soo hard.”

“Hey now, this is ridiculous!” I objected, my breath catching in my throat as I watched my wife of twenty years feeding her tit to this young stranger while she gripped his jock. “Susie, get a grip on yourself.”

“Looks like she’s got a grip on something more interesting,” gushed Linda, rushing over to join them on the couch. “Wow, look how big it is. Let’s pull it out and get a better look at it.” She brushed Susie’s hand aside and unzipped Eric’s fly while he grunted with pleasure, face still buried in my wife’s bosom as he snacked on one nipple and then the other and Susie cooed with pleasure. Eric’s stiff cock sprang out of his pants, erect and veiny and Linda contemplated it closely for a moment. “Nice penis, Eric. Large and straight, no weird blemishes.” She gripped it in her hand and started stroking it. “Hmm,” she said, leaning over to chew on Eric’s ear while she jerked him off.

“Bill are we just going to sit here and watch while I wives carry on like this?” I croaked, by blood was pounding in my ears and I could barely breath.

“Nope, I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna jerk off while I watch,” said Bill, hastily undoing his own fly and pulling out his erection. He started fapping away without hesitation, his tongue hanging out ridiculously as he watched his wife jerk off this young stranger.

“Oh wow, this is getting kinky pretty fast,” said my wife as she looked over at Bill’s dick as he jerked it. “You are dirty little voyeur, aren’t you Billy.”

“I guess I am,” he admitted. “This is pretty fucking hot.”

“Don’t you mind that your wife is tugging another man’s johnson?” she asked as she she continued to cradle Eric’s head in her hand and press her bare boobs against his face.

“I, uh, I don’t know,” he admitted, looking her right in the eye as he jerked off in front of her. “I feel jealous, but it’s turning me on at the same time. I’m conflicted.” He turned to me, “How do you feel, Ed?”

“I’m just in shock,” I stammered, but my own cock was standing stiffly at attention, forming a tent in my own shorts.

“Is your penis in shock, too, dear?” asked my wife playfully. “Why don’t you just follow Bill’s lead and whip it out? It must be painful to have such a hardon and not service it.” I watched numbly as Eric reached over and urgently unzipped my wife’s shorts. “Thing are going to get hotter before the night is through.”

“I just, I just,” I stuttered, hesitantly unzipping my fly as my wife giggled and slid her shorts down over her nice round ass.

“Holy fuck, Ed. Look at Susie, she’s getting naked, Ed. Look, look,” panted Bill, jerking himself wildly as my wife flashed her pussy at him with a smile as she kicked her shorts away.

“Oh shit, I see that, Bill,” I groaned, my dick getting harder and harder while my innards roiled with anxiety.

“Why are you getting naked, Susie?” asked Bill stupidly as he drank in the sight of her naked body hungrily.

“I don’t know Bill,” she said playfully. “I think we might have more fun the fewer clothes we have on.”

“I agree, honey,” slurred Linda. “Help me with Eric.” I pulled my own stiffy out in a drunken haze as I watched my naked wife tittering away as she and Linda helped Eric slide his shorts off.

“Oh yeah, nice package,” remarked my wife as Eric spread his legs arrogantly and let Susie and Linda get a good long look at his cock and balls. His nutsack hung down, scrotum loose from the heat and his big dick strained skyward, thick and veiny. The wives cooed with appreciation as they lightly stroked his dong and fondled his nuts while Bill and I looked on helplessly.

“Watch this honey,” said my wife, her eyes flashed devilishly as she kneeled on her hands and knees, nude, on the couch next to Eric. She winked at me and then dipped her head down and stuck her head down between Eric’s thighs.

“Oh, yeah, suck those balls, baby, you know you love them,” grunted Eric, taking my wife by the back of the head as she hummed with passion. He reached between my wife’s legs and started fingering her with his other hand and Susie groaned with pleasure. “Jesus, Ed, your wife’s twat is sopping wet. She’s nice and tight too.”

“That’s not something a husband ever wants another man to say to him,” I said as I watched my beautiful wife licking this young man’s balls.

“Ooh, yeah,” said Linda, jerking Eric’s dick as she closely watched Susie slurping on his nutsack. “Billy, dear, can I suck on Eric’s penis now?” she asked teasingly, fluttering her eyelashes at her husband.

Sweat was pouring down his face and Bill had yanked his shorts down to his ankles as he frantically beat his meat, watching my wife slurping noisily on Eric’s testicles. “Yeah, he deserves it after all. You’ve been taunting him long enough.”

“Really, Ed?” I asked, still conflicted over the sexual depravity going on between our wives and this stranger.

“Fuck it at this point, Ed. Look at your wife. She’s gobbling Eric’s nutsack like there is no tomorrow,” said Bill.

“She sure is,” agreed Eric with an evil grin. “She’s really enthusiastic about my gonads.”

“We might as well enjoy the ride, buddy,” continued Ed. “Linda and I have been married for too long for me to let some drunken indiscretion come between us.”

“Our wives are basically cheating while we watch,” I whined.

“Well, if they are going to cheat, it’s more fun if we get to watch,” reasoned Bill.

“Well said, dear. I commend your good sense. Now watch me suck Eric’s cock,” said Linda. She wasted no time diving down onto Eric’s dick and he groaned loudly as her head bobbed up and down in his lap.

“Your wives are really hospitable, guys,” commented Eric smugly with one hand on the back of each wife’s head as they serviced his cock and balls.

“Do you have to be so cocky about it?” I grumbled.

“Hey, it’s not my fault your wife can’t keep her mouth off my balls,” laughed Eric rudely.

Susie came up for air and put her face close to Eric’s. “Don’t bait my husband, sugar. It’s not nice.” Then she shoved Linda back roughly causing her to squawk loudly in protest.

“Dammit, Susie, I was just getting Eric going. I could taste some pre-ejaculate,” whined Linda petulantly.

“Sorry, honey, but I’ve got something better for him,” panted my wife, her hair a mess as she swung one leg across Eric’s lap and straddled his stick cock, still wet with Linda’s saliva. She gripped the back of the couch on either side of Eric’s head and mashed her big tits right into his face as she positioned her puffy cunt lips above his straining erection.

“Oh, yeah, gimme that pussy,” demanded Eric gruffly, grabbed my wife by her round ass cheeks and guiding her down onto his stiff schlong.

“Oh shit, look at him go. His dick is sliding right inside her,” exclaimed Ed excitedly, his masturbation reaching a fever pace.

I watched in shock as the head of Eric’s cock was slowly enveloped by my wife’s swollen labia and she cried out in ecstasy. Inch by inch, his slick shaft slowly disappeared up inside of my woman as she took his dick inside herself. My mouth was bone dry and my pits were cold and damp but my dick was hard as a rock, so I started jerking off as I watched this stranger violate my willing wife in front of me.

“Oh, you filthy slut!” cried Linda with delight as Susie began slowly twerking her ass up and down on Eric’s boner.

“Oh yeah, she’s a dirty wife, ugh,” grunted Bill and he started spurting blobs of cum up into the air.

“Atta boy,” said his wife encouragingly. Then Linda slid her hand down the front of her bikini bottoms and started masturbating herself as she watching my Susie bouncing up and down on Eric’s cock.

“Oh, Eric, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” gasped my wife as she worked it up and down and up and down and up and down.

“Better make it quick,” he growled through gritted teeth. “Ah, there it is, oh yeah.” He dug his fingers into my wife’s soft bottom as he emptied his load inside her.

“Are you cumming inside my wife?” I demanded, jerking off as I watched.

“Uh, yeah, sorry,” he said and suddenly I felt myself blowing my wad all over myself. Linda was shuddering in her own climax while Susie climbed stiffly off of Eric’s lap and flopped down naked on the couch beside him.

We all sat looking at each other blearily as it slowly dawned on us what just happened. Susie was covered in a slick layer of sweat from head to toe and her hair was a bedraggled mess, but her cheeks had a merry post-orgasm glow. Eric’s face was dripping with sweat and wore a broad, satisfied grin on his mug as he sat there naked from the waist down with his limp dong hanging between his legs. Bill and I sat with our flies open and semen all over our laps as we tucked ourselves gingerly back into our pants. Linda was still topless and rubbing her nipples thoughtfully. She was the first to start laughing and pretty soon we were all sharing a cathartic bout of hilarity. I jumped up and pretended to punch Eric and Bill came over and stood next to me, shyly glancing down at my wife’s naked body spread out before him.

“Look at Bill trying to look nonchalant while he eyeballs your pussy,” cackled Linda. “What a slob.”

“I’m not, honey, I’m not,” protested Bill, but I could see that he was.

“Have a look, Bill, I don’t mind,” said Susie spreading her legs for him and then parting her cunt lips with her fingers revealing the pink interior of her twat.

“You hussy!” laughed Linda craning her neck to see what Susie was doing. “Oh you sloppy slut, look! Eric’s spew is dribbling out.”

And indeed, as Susie spread her lips, I could see white sticky jizz dripping out and I slapped my forehead.

“Oops, sorry, that’s gross,” admitted Susie clamping her legs shut.

Eric pulled his shorts on and jumped to his feet. He held out a hand to shake and I took it after a moment of hesitation. I could feel my wife’s eyes on me as I met Eric’s earnest gaze.

“No hard feelings Ed?” he asked, eyebrows raised as he crushed my hand slightly in his strong grip. “About uh, having a bit of fun with your wife there.”

“A bit of fun!?” I squawked. But Susie tisked at me and shook her head disapprovingly and I lowered my voice. “Ah, yeah, well, we all got pretty drunk and the hot weather made everyone a little randy I guess.” I said, extracting my hand from his grip and rubbing the back of my head.

“Great then, I’ll just be heading over to my apartment then,” he said and beat a hasty retreat.

“Wait, uh, Eric,” said Linda holding up her hand. “Do you mind if I tag along with you? You paid so much attention to Susie tonight, I’m feeling a little neglected.”

“Honey! What the heck?” exclaimed Bill, finally pulling his eyes off of my naked wife.

Eric stopped and gave Linda a calculating look. “I don’t want any trouble with your husband.”

“Oh Bill will be fine, he watched me suck your dick and never said a word didn’t he?” said Linda. “Tell Eric I’m allowed to spend the night in the cottage with him, Bill, don’t be a prude.”

“Jesus honey, don’t I get to watch at least?” complained Bill.

“Not tonight, things might get a little wild and I don’t want you to get upset,” said Linda.

“Wild huh?” said Eric. “I like the sound of that.”

“Can I come?” piped up Susie excitedly, spinning around on the couch to face him. “I want more Eric.”

Bill and I were distracted as we checked out Susie’s cute round ass pointing right at us.

“Only if Ed says it’s OK,” said Eric. It annoyed me to see the young man being condescending to my middle-aged wife.

“Dammit Susie, you are acting like a love-struck schoolgirl,” I griped.

“Pish posh,” she said, waving her hand at me dismissively. “It’s not like you ever want to fuck me anymore.”

I just sputtered indignantly but couldn’t think of a good come back.

Linda smirked at me as she and Susie rushed over to Eric’s side. He put one arm around each of our wives and grinned wickedly at Bill and I.

“Honey, aren’t you going to put on any clothes?” I whimpered.

“Oh she won’t need any clothes tonight, Ed, don’t worry,” said Eric smugly as he led our wives away for a further night of debauchery.

“Wow, I know our love life had gotten dull lately, but this is like adding a scotch bonnet pepper all at once,” I told Bill glumly.

“I know, isn’t it great?” asked Bill with a boyish grin. “I can’t wait to see what they do next. Let’s give them a few minutes to get settled in and then go down and peek in the window to watch what happens.”

“Bill, this is crazy,” I sputtered. “I mean we’ve all been married over twenty years and suddenly this young good looking guy comes along and our wives are just throwing themselves at him. I mean it’s breaking up all our routines! It could tear our marriages apart!”

Bill stopped and looked at me guiltily. “Wow, uh, does that mean you don’t want to come and watch.”

I thought about it for a long moment gazing out into the warm night through the patio screen door and listened to the chirping of the crickets. Susie’s laugh came again across the yard from the cottage behind Bill’s house. She sounded younger and happier than I’ve heard her in years. “I’ll bring a box a tissues, your grab a couple more beers,” I told Bill and we scampered out into the night like a pair of delinquent teens to spy on our wives as they screwed a strange man for the first time in decades.

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Wife Does Bikini Car Wash for Urban Youth Fundraiser

By Gustav Jorgenson

Excerpted from “Exhibitionist Wife Tales

My wife Molly had worked with troubled youths as a counsellor for years before taking a job with a non-profit providing career counselling for disadvantaged youth in Oakland, CA.  She did feel a little awkward being the only white woman working there, but she was determined to fit in.  So one night she invited some of her coworkers over to our home for dinner and to plan some upcoming fundraisers.  They asked me to sit in since I have a background in finance, and I might be able to offer some guidance around fiscal matters.

I was sitting around our dining room table with Molly, Trevon, the director, Shanice, the associate director, and Jada, another counsellor.

“Of course our most popular fundraiser is always the bikini car wash,” said Trevon.  He gave Molly a devilish grin and my poor wife blushed immediately.

“Oh gosh,” stammered my wife.  “Yes, I heard about that.”

“Girl, you gonna be banging with those boobs and that booty of yours,” chuckled Jada.  “We gonna teach you how to twerk it!”

“Uh, I’m not really getting the premise of this,” I said.   I wasn’t sure I understood what was being suggested, but it didn’t sound too savory.  I loosened my tie uncomfortably.  I was feeling a slight tightness around my throat.

“Oh, right, Connor” said Trevon, addressing me.  “Let me explain.  See, each year the female staff dress up in bikinis and wash cars in the parking lot of the center for cash.  The youth who attend the center join in and stand by the nearby intersections waving signs to attract customers.  Definitely one of the highlights of the year in terms of fun and we always raise a good amount of funds for the center as well.”  He made a point of eyeing Molly’s cleavage and she pulled her blouse closed in response, blushing even more.

“Girlfriend gonna bring ALL the boys to the yard with HER milkshake,” teased Shanice.

“Most definitely,” growled Trevon.  I didn’t like the way his gaze was fixed on my wife’s breasts.

“But, that sounds a little, um, inappropriate, isn’t it? I don’t mean to suggest that it’s necessarily sexual in nature,” I said nervously.

Molly gave me a strange grimace of discomfort that I couldn’t fully understand while her coworkers broke out laughing.

“Oh, you white people,” giggled Jada.  “Of COURSE it’s sexual, how you think we raise so much money?  We be puttin our tits on the windshield, butts against the window.  That’s how to get the BIG tips, my brutha.”

“You mean the customers sit inside the vehicles and pay extra for, for,” I was stuttering, unable to believe my ears.

I could feel the blood draining from my face and Molly reached across the table to grab my hand.  “Connor is a bit old fashioned, so I think it will take him some time to get used to this idea.”  She laughed self-consciously.  “Honestly, I am pretty nervous about it myself.”

“How come, girl?  You got nothing to be ashamed of,” chimed in Shanice, eyeing my wife’s figure judiciously.  “The mens gonna get in LINE to have you wash their rides.  You gonna make, BANK!”

“And the boys from the center gonna be HOWLING to see Miss Molly working it,” agreed Jada with a smile.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” admitted Molly.  “Most of my clients are young men in their late teens.  They are uh, sexually mature, and it seems that it will be, um, challenging to maintain a professional, err, ethical…” my wife was struggling to find the right word.

“Ah, Molly, this goes back to this question of cultural competence we were discussing the other day,” said Trevon loftily.

“Yeah, during the car wash we have a little time out on the professionalism and stuff,” sniffed Jada.  “I let them boys get up on there and get to grinding on my booty, it’s all good, it’s all good.  Sometime they get a little naughty, but that’s one way to build bonds with your fam, you feel me?”

“Grinding on your booty?” I asked.  I didn’t like the sound of that.

Shanice pointed at me and covered her mouth, tittering mockingly at me.  “Check out Connor, he don’t know WHAT the fuck you talkin’ bout.”

“Check this out,” said Jada, pulling out her phone with excitement.  “This a video from last year.  You wanna see me work it?”

She slid over next to me at the table and showed me the video on her phone.  My eyebrows shot up when I saw the tiny images.  Jada was standing in a parking lot surrounded by black teenagers.  She was soaking wet and had her back to the camera, bent over with her hands on her knees.  She had on a thong that completely revealed her buttocks and was doing some sort of gyration and that was making her butt cheeks bounce up and down madly.  In the background a lowrider was bouncing along on it hydrolics, mimicking her dance.  The teenage boys were clapping and cheering and one bold fellow leapt forward and started grinding his crotch up against Jada’s exposed rear as though he were copulating with her from behind.

“Good GOD!  What is that young man doing?” I gasped.  Sweat was beading on my brow as I watched this primal display.

“He trying to pop it,” said Jada with a shrug.  Then she noticed my sweaty forehead and gave me a sly grin. “You like how he doing that?  You want me to teach you how to do that dance?”

“Oh, girl, you bad, you bad,” laughed Shanice.

It was my turn to blush and Molly laughed along with Trevon at my discomfiture.

Jada jumped up out of her chair and started doing the twerk dance with her big rump pointed at my face.  I stared open mouthed for a moment while everyone laughed at the expression on my face.  I could feel my member swelling at the animalistic display by Molly’s shameless coworker.

“Don’t just sit there, get up and get behind me, fool,” scolded Jada, she pulled me to my feet and Shanice gasped when she saw the bulge in my trousers.

“Easy, Jada, Molly’s man got a stiffy for you,” commented Shanice, pointing at my visible priapism.

“That’s what I’m talking bout,” said Jada eagerly.  She made a face at my wife as she turned her back to me and thrust her round buttocks forcefully against my erection, grinding herself insistently against my manhood.  I had to grip her hips to keep from falling over.

“Connor!  I didn’t know you had it in you,” gasped my wife.  She was laughing along but seemed a bit disturbed by the whole situation.

“I don’t, I mean, I’m not,” I babbled, backing away from the playful Jada and covering my crotch with my hands as I dropped hurriedly back into my seat.

“Why I think you enjoyed that,” said my wife in amazement.

‘Sure he did,” laughed Shanice.  “You better watch Jada, she going after yo man.”

“I’m just playing girlfriend,” said Jada primly as she took her seat again.  “But from what I felt back there, I’m guessin Connor keepin’ YOU happy.”  She and Shanice broke out in cackles of laughter while I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat.  Molly tried to force a smile but I could tell she was a little annoyed.

“Anyway, Jada’ll teach you how to twerk,” put in Trevon.  “Call it cultural literacy training.”

“You got a little bikini, girl?” asked Shanice of my wife skeptically.  “I mean a LITTLE one with a thong?”

“Not really,” admitted my wife.

“Well we can take you shopping, I’ll help you pick one out,” said Trevon.

The black women broke out laughing at the expression on Molly’s face when she said, “Um…”

“Don’t be so uptight, girl,” teased Jada.  “He’s gonna see you in it anyway.  EVERYONE is gonna see you in it.”

“Huh, yeah, I guess so,” agreed my wife miserably.  She was normally a modest woman and usually wore very conservative one-piece bathing suits.

“You are going to take my wife bikini shopping?” I asked incredulously.

“Yes, do you have a problem with that?” replied Trevon.  He seemed defensive.  “If I were WHITE would you have a problem with that?”

“Yes, probably,” I affirmed without much hesitation.  “I mean, I’m not really comfortable with this entire idea.  I don’t want my wife putting her breasts on some stranger’s windshield for tips.  It’s not proper.”

Jada made a sour face and put her hand up.  “Check your puritanical privilege please,” she said, clearly pleased by her spontaneous alliteration.

“I don’t want to seem puritanical,” admitted my wife.

And so it was agreed that my charming little wife would participate in this urban youth car wash fundraiser over my stifled grumbling.

Once her coworkers left, I confronted my wife about it.

“Surely you can’t be serious about this, Molly?” I demanded.  I was feeling agitated and was pacing back and forth and waving my arms.

“I’m certainly not thrilled about it, especially getting half naked around my clients.  They are very, uh, excitable young fellows,” she whined unhappily.  “But you heard Trevon.  He considers this a show of cultural competence.  And sensitivity to the cultural norms of the community we are serving is extremely important in social work.  It’s fundamental.”

“Cultural competence!” I spat with disdain.  “Doing a booty dance for a bunch of drooling teenagers and letting them dry hump you from behind is cultural competence? Balderdash!”

“Oh dear,” said my wife, putting her hand on her cheek as she envisioned the scene.  “Well, I know you won’t like it, but it’s just something I have to do,” she said.  “It’s hard enough for me to fit in, being the only white person at the center.  If I make a fuss over this, it will only reinforce my differentness.”  She patted me on the shoulder.  “You know what they say, darling.  When in Rome and all that.”

“Bah,” I complained and headed off to bed.  But as I lay in bed that night, I couldn’t banish the image of my pretty wife in a tiny bikini exposing herself to a bunch of ghetto hooligans from my mind.  And the more I imagined the various scenarios, the harder my penis became until I had to sneak to the bathroom to masturbate as I pictured my wife covered in soap suds while a virile black teenager mounted her from behind and his compatriots cheered him on.  Then I pictured Jada’s tight bum pressed up  against my penis again and I climaxed strongly spurting cum all over the bathroom wall.

I was ashamed of myself but also strongly intrigued by the idea of Molly becoming a shameless exhbitionist.  She certainly did have a wonderful body.  It bothered me too that I was excited by the idea of other men seeing my wife half-naked or worse yet actually grabbing her and trying to hump her.  And they call it a dance, the grind, but it’s really just a shameless pantomime of coitus.  And she has to do it in the name of cultural competence.  I was growing hard again as these thoughts raced through my mind.

The day of the car wash, Molly packed up her tiny string bikini and I drove her over to the youth center.  My wife was nervous and pensive on the ride over, she didn’t say much.  As we pulled into the parking lot where they were holding the car wash, I was taken aback by the scene before me.  There were dozens of black and brown teenagers milling about.  I was frightened by the sea of dark faces before me, I had to admit.  I had never seen so many people of color in one place before and I started to appreciate how they must feel surrounded by white faces all the time.

There were young men twirling big signs shaped like arrows to draw in customers on the corner.  They stood shirtless in the hot sun, showing off their physiques.  As we pulled into the lot, we got a lot of hard, aggressive stares until people recognized Molly and then everyone’s face lit up, all the young men and young women seemed to recognize my wife.  The lot was already half full of big old cadillacs and other ghetto vehicles, hoopties or lowriders or whatever they call them these days.  Young black women in scandalously tiny bikinis were bending dramatically over the cars, spreading suds onto themselves as much as the car while gangs of young thugs stood around hooting, hands on their crotches as they watched.  The girls were really hamming it up, they seemed to love the attention.

“Well, looks like everyone is already having fun,” said my wife.  A DJ booth was set up nearby pumping insanely loud beats from two towers of speakers that had been erected right in the parking lot.

I found a spot at the back of the lot to park the car and we got out.  The smell of marijuana smoke hung strongly in the air.

“That’s pot smoke, isn’t it?” I asked Molly.

“The center has a relaxed attitude toward marijuana during events like the car wash.”  My wife seemed a bit nervous, holding her handbag with her tiny bikini inside.

Jada, Trevon, and Shanice emerged from the crowd and approached us, waving.  I couldn’t help but stare at the shockingly small bikinis the two black women were wearing.  Both women were actually quite pudgy and each had a little pot belly, but their boobs were so big and so boisterous that I hardly noticed.  It was amazing that their tiny tops were able to constrain those bosoms at all.

“My eyes are up HERE, Connor,” teased Jada.  I blushed and my wife laughed weakly, but she seemed in no mood to joke around.

“Molly girl, you look sick as hell,” said Shanice.  “You feelin’ ok?”

“Well, you two are just very comfortable with your bodies, but I, uh, feel really self-conscious.”

“Oh, I know what goin’ to calm your nerves,” said Jada with a wink.  

Shanice and Trevon looked at each other and said “The chronic!” in unison.

“Oh, I really haven’t smoked since college,” said my wife.  She looked at me with trepidation.

“Surely you aren’t suggesting smoking marijuana!” I gasped.  “That’s illegal.”

“Now, now, Connor, technically, this is a grey area give the local and state statutes,” said Trevon.  He took my wife by the shoulder and lead her toward a large tent.  “Come along Molly, you come have a little puff to relax and then let’s get you changed.  Did you bring your bikini?”  My wife held up her bag with a weak smile.  “That’s fine, you’ll feel better once you’ve got a little buzz on.”

I tagged along as the four of them headed toward the tent, I was distracted by the sight of Jada and Shanice’s exposed buttocks as they strutted along in their thong bikinis and a bunch of young black men noticed as well and they were howling out, shouting crude compliments and offers of intercourse.  All these rowdy black people were making me uncomfortable.  I was literally the only white man in the entire crowd of hundreds.

I tried to join the group as they entered the tent, but Jada barred my way.  “Oh no, you gotta wait out here, white boy.  You gonna wreck the vibe up in here.  Molly gots to get changed.”

“But, but, Trevon is in there,” I said.  “My wife can’t get changed in front of him.”

“Why not?” Jada asked me with a laugh.  “Is her booty sacred?  Just relax, you makin’ her more nervous than she needs to be.”  Jada closed the flap and zipped it up and I was left standing there in the parking lot, seething with frustration.

All the black and brown faces that passed gave me malicious stares.  I guess I couldn’t blame them.  They didn’t have much reason to love white men I suppose.  I was starting to fear for my personal safety when I smelled the pungent scent of pot smoke coming out of the tent.

“There you go, baby,” said Trevon in a smooth voice.  “Now take that shirt off and put this bikini on.”

“Uh, maybe could you look the other way?” asked my wife. I could tell from her voice that she was already in a daze from the drug.

“No need to be bashful, girl,” Jada told her.  “Let him see what you got.  He gonna see it all later anyway once you start putting your boobs on the glass.”

“I wasn’t really sure if I was going to do that part,” said my wife.

There was a minor uproar in the tent as everyone started shouting at once.  It seemed that my wife’s coworkers were all browbeating her to get naked and stop stalling.

“Ok, Ok, jeez,” complained my wife.

“OH YEAH,” shouted Trevon.  “Them’s GOOD titties.”

I could feel the blood draining from my face as I realized that my wife’s big black boss was ogling her bare chest in this changing tent.  What nerve!

“Stop IT, Trevon, you are making me blush,” giggled my wife.  She sounded much looser now.  The cannabis was having its desired effect.

“Lemme see that pussy,” urged Trevon.

“Trevon, please, that’s too fresh,” scolded Molly.

“Get out the way, you two,” cried Trevon in annoyance.

“Naw, naw, nigga, you might see that pussy later, but let her have a bit of privacy now,” insisted Shanice.

“Ok, there, she’s changed.  You look good girl, how you feelin’?”  Jada asked.

“I feel really stoned,” laughed Molly.

The tent unzipped and a huge cloud of pot smoke hit me, making me cough.  My wife emerged first, blinking with red bloodshot eyes in the bright California sun.  She was practically naked in her tiny bikini and I nearly choked at the sight of it.  A hoot of excitement when up from the crowd gathered round and my wife was whisked away by a gang of rowdy black teenagers.  She was laughing along as they hustled her toward the car wash area, her pale white skin a stark contrast to their black skin.  I was embarrassed at the way her buttocks were so completely exposed and how her nice breasts were practically spilling out of her tiny top.  But it was certainly a sexually arousing sight and I could feel my pecker growing stiff.

One especially lusty young man took my wife in his arms and tried to kiss her.  He had his own shirt off and his muscular torso shone in the hot sun.  But Jada rescued my wife and pushed the excited youth back with a smile.  

The music changed to just a simple beat and the DJ shouted a greeting to my wife over the loudspeaker.  “Miss Molly in da house.  Give it up, people, our newest counsellor is here to represent at the car wash.  You know her as mild mannered Miss Molly in the classroom, but now we get to see her freaky side.”

Everyone cheered, the young black men were nearly hysterical as they jumped up and down pumping their fists and my wife stood flanked by Jada and Shanice, cringing under all the attention.  She waved awkwardly at the crowd.

“And you know what?  Word on the street was that Miss Molly got some booty on her.  Wazzup Miss Molly, what you got going on?” shouted the DJ.

My wife seemed confused for a moment until Jada took her by the shoulders and turned her around so that the crowd could see her bare white ass.  The hooting and jeering grew to a feverish pitch.

“That looking GOOD, but typical of a white girl, she don’t know how to SHAKE it.”  The DJ teased my wife and everyone laughed as she tried to awkwardly shimmy her gorgeous bare ass from side to side.  “Oh well, we ain’t mad at her, she’s not even DRUNK yet!” Personally, I thought my wife’s bum looked simply marvelous even if she couldn’t twerk like the rest of them.  But then Jada and Shanice bent over to expose their bare black asses.  They were trying to teach my wife how to twerk and their butts started bouncing up and down.  Their spines started undulating in a serpentine motion and I could feel my erection growing even harder from their animalistic display.

Of course the crowd exploded with shouts and a bold young black man came running up and got behind Shanice and started grinding on her.  His erection quickly formed a huge bulge in his shorts and Shanice was shamelessly rubbing her buttocks against the young man’s stiff rod while the crowd cheered and pumped their fists in the air.  She pursed her lips and turned her head from side to side, clearly enjoying the feeling of his manhood pressing against her crotch from behind.

My wife and Jada stopped twerking to watch.  Jada was clapping her hands but my wife just stared open mouthed at the brazen display.  Her eyes were glassy and she seemed stoned.  Another shirtless dark skinned young man came over and put his arm around my scantily clad wife and handed her a big bottle of malt liquor which she took and drank mechanically out of as they watched Shanice getting aggressively prodded by the horny disadvantaged youth.  Molly drank a surprising amount of the liquor and her acquaintance laughed when she handed it back to him empty and motioned for his friends to bring her another.  My poor inebriated wife shakily accepted the next bottle and started chugging away on that one as well.  I was a bit nervous about that, but it would have been impossible to intercede at that point.

Shanice broke away from the young man dry humping her and fanned her face while her grinding partner waved his grotesque erection around for the crowd to see.  Molly was staring at it in drunken fascination and the young man quickly got behind her and started prodding her with it.  The crowd loved this and cheered.  My nerdy wife started twerking again, but this time her awkward movements gave way to a smooth rhythm as she ground herself onto this young hooligan’s boner.  I was quite shocked and aroused at the sight, and I watched with amazement as my wife’s cheeks flushed redder and redder as the young man thoroughly explored her crevice with his dong.

Jada and Shanice were watching my expression with knowing smiles when a bright orange Cadillac pulled in slowly behind my wife and her friends.  To me, it looked quite silly, it’s wheels or rims were much too large for the car and gave it an unbalanced appearance with a very high center of gravity.  Also the paint was a glittery and garish hue.  When a tall black man emerged from the car, a fresh cheer when up from the crowd to greet him.  He was wearing what I can only describe as a “pimp suit” as he waved graciously to acknowledge the crowd.  It was a shiny red material, cut like a zoot suit, with an outlandish hat with a huge yellow feather.  He really looked ridiculous if you asked me, but I suppose I lacked the cultural sensitivity to appreciate such things.

“The BIG DAWG has arrived people,” shouted the DJ over the loudspeakers.   “The boss playa, shot caller, mack daddy of them ALL, SMOOVE WILLIE!”

The garishly dressed pimp tipped his hat to the DJ with remarkable poise.  Jada and Shanice pulled my wife away from her young interlocutor and presented her to Smoove Willie.  The young man took hold of his straining erection and slunk back into the crowd, outmatched by the glamorous pimp.

“Oh my yes, this a FINE looking little car washer, isn’t she,” said the tall man in a surprisingly effeminate voice.  He looked my wife up and down with a critical eye.  “You can wash my car baby.”

Molly stared up at the big man with doe eyes and I grew annoyed.

“He looks preposterous in that outfit,” I complained to Trevon who was standing at my side drinking some sort of purple concoction from a red plastic cup.

“You just don’t understand our culture,” said Trevon dismissively.  “Also, keep your voice down.  Smoove Willie will smack the shit out of you if he hears you talkin’ smack on his threads.”

Jada grabbed a hose and handed it reverently to the pimp.  He immediately turned the hose on my wife, making her squeal in surprise.

“Got to get you nice and wet,” he said.

“That other boy already got me wet,” giggled my wife drunkenly.

Everyone hooted and laughed at that, but I just smiled sickly as Trevon smirked at me.

“Well get to washing,” Smoove Willy instructed my wife.

She picked up a sponge from a soapy bucket of water and bend obediently over his preposterous car, pointing her bare buttocks right at him.  The crowd catcalled her as they enjoyed the view of her ass for a while and then Willie directed a spray right at my wife’s vagina, barely covered by her skimpy thong.  She shrieked again and turned to face him.  The big man adjusted his crotch brazenly.

“Ah, yeah, I think it’s time for you to put those titties on the glass, baby,” he told my wife.

“On the glass, on the glass,” chanted the crowd, in a frenzy now.

Jada came up behind my wife and untied her bikini top without further adieu.  Poor Molly gasped in surprise and held her top over her boobs in embarrassment as Smoove Willie climbed back into his car for the show.   Jada pulled my wife’s top away, and motioned for her to swab Willie’s windshield with her bar bosoms while Willie watched from within.  Molly hesitated at first but then she gave me a strange disoriented grin and proceeded to do as instructed.

“Mmm, yeah,” called the pimp as my wife clumsily rubbed her bare boobs on his soaped up front windshield.  Boys and girls of color were shouting with excitement and crowding closer around Willie’s car to get a better look at my topless wife.  I was nearly choking with shame, but my cock was stiff in my trousers.  Luckily, no one was looking at me.

“Come over here and help me with something in here,” called Willie.  He had the driver’s side window rolled down and motioned to my wife to come closer.

“He got his fly open!” giggled a teenaged girl in front who could see into his car.

“Now hold on, that’s going too far,” I cried, but Trevon just put his hand on my shoulder.

“Now now, this is all just part of the fun,” he cautioned me.

I watched in shock as my wife stuck her head in the window and gasped.  “It’s so big!” she cried.  Everyone had a good laugh at that.

The next thing I knew she was bent over, with her entire upper body inside Willie’s car, here head bobbing up and down in his lap.

“She sucking it, she sucking it!” cried the girl in front.

“I’m sure she’s not, it’s a just a game,” Trevon assured me with a shake of his head.

“But uh, she is topless there,” I stammered.

“Well that can’t be helped,” he told me with a shrug.

“Ok, come on, you get in the backseat,” grunted Willie after a moment.  His voice was growing deeper and more guttural, stripped of it’s effeminate lisp.

My wife pulled her head out of the car and blinked at the crowd, blinded by the bright sun while her luscious tits bounced for all to see.

“Quite nice breasts,” commented Trevon, taking a sip of his purple drink while young black men took pictures of my wife’s bare chest with their phones.  Shanice opened the back door of the Caddy while Jada helped my wife climb in.  Willie came out of the driver’s side with his bare cock in his hands and I had to admit, it was an impressive member.  The crowd was in a frenzy as he climbed into the backseat on top of my wife, her pale white legs splayed to either side.

“I think my wife is a little too drunk for this,” I gasped, pushing forward through the crowd.  But Jada stopped me and held me back from interfering.

“Naw, naw, just let her have some fun with Willie,” she told me.  “Best not to watch, you might get an inferiority complex.”

But I did watch, and so did the teeming crowd of disadvantaged youth.  We saw the back of Smoove Willie’s garish suit as he pumped up and down and my wife groaned and begged him to fuck her deeper.  She was really quite shameless.

“See, she likes it,” Jada told me smugly.

“Oh god,” I said, tried to hide my erection.  I couldn’t believe this was happening to me, but there would be plenty of video footage on vine later to review judging by the number of kids recording the event.

Soon Smoove Willie had emptied his load inside my woman and he got out and thrust his arms into the air triumphantly to cheers of adoration from the crowd.  The young fellow who had been grinding on my wife earlier quickly took his spot and soon the entire car was rocking back and forth on it’s suspension as the younger man humped her enthusiastically.  I head Molly’s signature whimper as she climaxed and my gut twisted with jealousy while my face burned with shame.

I suppose a few other fellows had a crack at my wife, it all sort of passed in a daze.  At one point she was paraded totally nude and covered in cum through the barbarous crowd like some sort of pagan offering to the fertility goddess.  Shanice hosed her down and helped her put her bikini back on and somehow she and I were back in our car together and driving slowly out of the lot past the hooting heathens who pounded the hood in merriment as we went by.

Molly was barely conscious and I was numb with shock.  

“Well, so much for cultural sensitivity training,” she told me with a smile before falling asleep in her seat.

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Your Wife Lets Your Rival Squeeze Her Tits

By Gustav Jorgenson

Excerpted from “Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching, Vol.2

 

You and some friends are drinking one at your house one night. You are all feeling pretty loose when you wife comes in with another tray full of beers for you.

“Here you go boys,” she says cheerily as she sets down the tray. “Don’t bother to invite me to join you anything.”

Your buddies all laugh, and you join in weakly, but you don’t like the way they are looking down the front of her dress as she bends down to put the tray on the coffee table.

“Come over here and sit with us,” says Bob, a guy you know from work. He’s more of rival than a friend. You are always trying to outdo each other, but he’s friends with your other pals, so you invite him over sometimes. It annoys you how he looks your wife’s body over as he moves over to make room on the couch for her.

“Why thank you Bob, at least there is one gentleman among you,” says your wife teasingly.

Your friends react by teasing you in turn. “Whoa,” “Oh, boy, you heard, that, Jim?”

You just roll your eyes and lean over to grab a beer for yourself.

“Thank you for bringing us more beer, darling,” you say sarcastically, tipping your beer at your wife.

“You are welcome, dear,” she says primly as she helps herself to one.

You all resume chatting for a while but Bob keeps looking over at your wife’s boobs. They do seem rather jiggly this evening and you are enjoying the view but wish Bob would stop looking at them.

“Jennifer, can I ask you a personal question?” he asks your wife, shooting you a devilish glance.

“Sure, Bob, I don’t see why not,” she says casually, recrossing her legs and tossing her foot playfully.

“Are you wearing a bra right now?” he asks, suppressing a smile.

You wife blushes furiously, and quickly crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously as your buddies break out in nervous laughter. A couple of your friends look over at you apprehensively. It’s no secret that you and Bob are always competing with one another.

You keep your cool and just smirk at Bob, “Ha ha,” you say in a deadpan voice.

Your wife looks over at you helplessly, her cheeks flushed bright red. “Well, actually, no, I’m not, Bob. I didn’t think anyone would notice.”

Bob furrows his brow earnestly and gives you wife a look of consternation. “Oh, I’m sorry, Jennifer. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

Your wife relaxes slightly and gives a half-hearted chuckle. “Oh, it’s alright Bob, I guess you boys have had a few drinks and it loosened your tongue a bit,” She lowers her arms hesitantly and Bob watches with interest as her nipples grow hard and poke through the fabric of her dress.

“You’re right, alcohol lowers your inhibitions,” he says, gazing brazenly at your wife’s tits, not bothering to look her in the eye.

She notices his attention and looks over at you with an uncomfortable grimace, but she keeps her arms by her sides and doesn’t bother covering her boobs again.

You scratch your head in annoyance, but aren’t sure how to react.

“So yeah,” says your wife, “What were we talking about again?”

“Your boobs!” laughs your buddy Pete to more laughter. You shoot him a dirty look but he just shrugs an apology and you can see that he is just a little drunk and didn’t mean anything by it.

“Right,” says Bob apologetically, still not taking his eyes off your wife’s rack, “I am sorry I brought them up, but see when I saw that you weren’t wearing a bra, I was wondering if you, uh, wanted us to notice them,” He turns to you and wags his eyebrows at you like Groucho Marx and you have to restrain the urge to jump up and pop him one.

“Oh lord,” gasps your wife with amazement. Then she slaps Bob’s shoulder and breaks out laughing. “Don’t be silly. I am allowed to be comfortable in my own home, aren’t I?”

“And then you bent over and we all got a nice view of your cleavage…” continues Bob shooting you another cocky glance.

“Purely unintentional, I’m sure,” asserts your wife, trying to laugh it off and giving you a significant look.

“Oh, no, don’t apologize, we all enjoyed it, didn’t we boys?” says Bob looking around for support. Your friends just laugh awkwardly and avoid his eyes. Everyone except Pete that is, who is drunk enough to chime in.

“Honestly, Jennifer, I did enjoy catching a glimpse of those gorgeous orbs of yours,” he says with a slight slur and a crooked smile.

“Pete, you’re drunk,” says your wife kindly. “But that’s, uh, nice of you to say, I guess.”

“Let’s change the subject, now, shall we?” you demand coldly, glaring at Bob with hatred.

“Oh yes, please,” says your wife, relieved that you are taking control of the conversation.

“Does it bother you that we like looking at your wife’s breasts?” asks Bob nonchalantly.

You are surprised that he is pressing forward like this and are at a loss for words for a second. “Uh, wouldn’t you be?” you ask.

“Honestly? No, it wouldn’t bother me at all. My wife would just laugh it off, I’m sure,” he says smugly.

“Well I just laughed it off too,” pipes up your wife, squaring her shoulders indignantly. She is subtly thrusting her chest forward as though daring Bob and Pete to look.

“Well that fact that you didn’t wear a bra and bent over to show us your boobs seems to be making your husband nervous,” says Bob, turning to your wife with a smile.

“Now wait a minute,” she laughs, blushing anew. “I wasn’t trying to show anyone anything.”

“I don’t know what your are insinuating, but I have perfect faith in my wife, Bob,” you chime in defensively.

“Jim and I have a very solid relationship,” agrees you wife with a emphatic nod.

“So he shouldn’t mind if you show us your breasts?” he asks archly. “I mean a little thing like that shouldn’t affect your relationship at all.”

“No of course it wouldn’t, but I didn’t intend to show you anything…” insists your wife, looking at him strangely.

“I’d like to see them again,” offers Pete, clearly drunk at this point.

One of you other pals shushes him up and looks apologetically over at you and your wife.

“But it would be no big deal if you were to show us. You could just flash them for us maybe. It’s not like you and Jim would get divorced over it,” presses Bob.

“Wait, are you asking me to flash my boobs for you?” asks your wife with surprise. “Pete’s drunk, but what’s your excuse?”

“I like boobs,” Bob admits with a smile. “I like your boobs,” he adds lecherously gazing at them obviously. You wife giggles in spite of herself and glances at you guiltily.

“Alright Bob, just can it,” you say angrily. You notice a couple of your other friends shifting nervously.

“Maybe we should be going,” says your pal Sam. “I think we’ve all had a few too many. Better call a cab.”

“That’s a good idea, let’s call it night,” you agree with relief.

“You have an amazing body, I’m sorry if it makes you nervous for me to tell you,” says Pete drunkenly taking your wife’s hand.

Jennifer just laughs and let’s Pete kiss her hand. “Pete, you are normally a perfectly polite and respectful guest. I promise not to tease you about this once you have sobered up,” she says with a twinkle in her eye.

“Perfect, now why not pull them out real quick so we can get a better look,” says Pete gesturing clumsily at her chest.

Sam leaps to his feet and guides Pete back to his seat shaking his head at you in amazement.

“You are going to be really embarrassed in the morning, Pete,” you say with resignation. “I promise not to tell your wife about it, though.”

“Jeez, you guys are making me self-conscious,” says your wife touching her bosom gently. “I can’t just go flashing my chest for other men while my husband is sitting right there…”

“Well I hope you wouldn’t do it even if I was in the other room,” you laugh which makes her lower her eyes and blush an even deeper red.

“Well, let her do what she wants,” says Bob. “She didn’t come out here bra-less for nothing,” he says looking her over lewdly.

“I don’t know what you are suggesting,” says your wife primly.

“You want to show us, you knew we could see down your dress when you bent over like that. Don’t be coy, we are all adults here. Go ahead and show us if you want to. We certainly don’t mind seeing some beautiful breasts,” says Bob matter-of-factly.

“Bob, you are such a prick, do you know that?” you say.

“Can’t you see that this is making my husband angry?” says your wife uncertainly.

“Wait, it’s making me angry? Aren’t you offended by all this?” you ask her, startled at her attitude.

“Well, not really. Boys will be boys and all that,” says your wife with a wry grin. “I just don’t want you to get upset,” she says.

“You mean that you would show them your tits if it didn’t bother me?” you ask incredulously.

“Well of course not, I see that it would bother you,” she says quickly, biting her lip nervously.

Bob just watches your interaction with interest as Sam hurriedly fishes out his phone and starts calling a cab.

“You aren’t answering the question. You seem to be saying that you would gladly flash your boobs for these guys if I agreed to it,” you demand.

“She did bend over and offer a nice view already…” mutters Bob.

Your wife slaps his shoulder in exasperation. “Shush now, you are making it worse.”

“Please answer the question, dear,” you say patiently.

“Ugh. Why are you doing this?” she asks unhappily. “Maybe I would give them a thrill if I thought you wouldn’t mind. Why not? I don’t get much attention from men these days.”

“Oh, I can’t believe that,” says Bob soothingly. “I’m sure men still check you out.”

“Nope,” says your wife, sniffing slightly. “I honestly feel invisible around men most of the time.”

“Can we not get into this personal stuff in front of the guests?” you ask uncomfortably.

“You wanted to know,” she snaps at you, upset now. “Would I flash my boobs? Sure I would.”

“Well do it then!” laughs Pete unaware of the tension between your wife and you.

She grabs the top of her dress and stares at you daring you to object.

You just shrug your shoulders, unable to believe that she would go through with it.

But she does. She pulls the top of her dress right down and her soft white breasts come spilling out. She turns and points her erect pink nipples right at Bob.

“Are you happy now?” she asks him.

“Sure,” he says. “May I?” he asks reaching out his hands.

“Do what you want,” she says softly.

You look on in stunned silence as Bob grasps your wife’s tender boobs in his rough hands and pinches her nipples gently.

“You wife is an outstanding hostess,” Bob says to you as he fondles your wife’s knockers and smiling crudely.

You jump up and rush over to intercede, but he quickly withdraws his hands. Your wife flips her top back up and gives you a frightened stare.

“Get the fuck out!” you shout at Bob, pointing to the door.

He stands abruptly and holds his hands up defensively. “Easy, bud, easy. Just a little drunken tomfoolery. We didn’t mean anything by it.”

Your guests file quickly out of the room muttering awkward goodbyes and your friend Sam puts his hand on your shoulder.

“This won’t seem so bad in the light of day tomorrow,” he says sympathetically.

You nod at him tight-lipped and say nothing.

Once everyone is gone, you turn on your wife angrily.

“What the hell was that all about?” you shriek. “I can’t believe you humiliated me in front of my friends! You know Bob is my rival at work!”

“I know dear,” she says looking at you beseechingly. “Please forgive me. I don’t know what got into me.”

She seems genuinely contrite and upset, so you just let it go and head off to bed, muttering angrily to yourself.

Your wife joins you a few minutes later and you lay in bed together not talking for a while.

She snuggles close to you, but you just lay there coldly, not responding. She reaches over and starts fondling your penis and you grunt reluctantly, but you don’t stop her.

“You know, it was pretty exciting for me to show my boobs tonight,” she purrs in your ear as she fondles your cock.

“That’s nice,” you say grumpily but you can’t hide the fact that your dick stiffens in response.

Your wife notices you getting harder and continues huskily. “Pete and Bob weren’t the only ones looking you know. Sam couldn’t keep his eyes off of them. I didn’t know that I could still have that effect on men.”

“And all you have to do is act a slut,” you say turning to her as she continues working your rod with her hand.

“Well, I’ve been pretty modest my whole life up until now,” she says eyeing you lovingly as she bends over to go down on you.

“Oh shit,” you exclaim with pleasure as she wraps her lips around your shaft and sucks.

She pauses and says. “It really made me wet when Bob fondled my boobs right in front of you. He just grasped them rudely and pinched my nipples while you sat right there.”

“Yeah, I didn’t like that,” you say, but are surprised that your cock gets even harder as she brings it up again.

“Are you sure?” she asks coyly feeling your cock’s reaction.

“Jesus! What are you saying?” you say, avoiding her eyes.

You wife climbs on top of you and slides your throbbing member inside her. It plunges easily into her soaking pussy and you gasp with satisfaction.

“I think you enjoyed that little show tonight,” says your wife as she works herself up and down on your hardon.

You are about to object, but she puts her finger over your lips. “You can’t hide the fact that it aroused you. I think I should invite Bob and Peter over again for another little party. Heck, I should include Sam too from the way he looked at my titties tonight. Maybe I will wear something a little more… intimate.”

“I don’t think…” you start to object.

“Hush,” she says softly. “Maybe I will let them do more than just cop a feel, too,” she says devilishly. And now you are too busy cumming inside her to pretend to complain. She joins you by climaxing herself almost simultaneously, and you wonder how strange it is that this perversion has resurrected your love life.

Your wife gets down on her knees for your rival

continued from “Your wife lets a rival squeeze her tits.”

After that party where you all got drunk and your wife let Bob, your rival from work squeeze her bare boobs, you were surprised at what amazing sex you had with your wife. She realized that her flirting with other guys turned you on. She had joked about inviting them over again but you were surprised when they actually showed up at the door one night.

“Oh, hey guys. I wasn’t expecting you,” you say one night when your friends Pete and Sam show up with a case of beer. Bob is with them and you just glower at him as you let them all in.

“Jennifer said you were having a party tonight,” says Sam with confusion.

“Look Jim, I’m really sorry about what happened last time,” says Bob with an insincere look on his face, holding out his hand to shake.

“Right,” you say tightly, keeping your hands to your sides.

Bob just shrugs and greets your wife. “Hello Jennifer. You look very nice tonight.”

You wife has entered the room wearing a short, low cut dress that shows the tops of thigh high stockings. Her cleavage is hanging out and you notice your guests all looking her up and down from her chest to her shapely legs.

“I’m glad you came, Bob. I hope there are no hard feelings from last time,” says your wife.

“None at all,” he says gazing at her boobs.

“Great, give me a hug then,” she says and then they embrace for a little longer than is appropriate. Bob is running his hands up and down your wife’s back and then gripping her tightly against his body. She looks over his shoulder at you as she hugs him and give you a devilish wink, then she pinches his ass.

“Whoa, easy there.” laughs Bob, slapping your wife on the ass and then releasing her. “Your husband is going to get the wrong impression.”

“Oh, he’s a good sport. He’s doesn’t mind a little harmless flirting.” says your wife giving you a significant look.

Pete and Sam just chuckle nervously and watch your reaction as you press your lips together tightly and glare at Bob with hatred.

You all sit down and start drinking. You have a bad feeling about this. The guys are all checking out your wife’s body and she is giggling flirtatiously and recrossing her legs a lot. It’s turning you on, but you are worried about how far your wife will go.

After everyone has had a few drinks and relaxed a little, Bob gives you a smug smile and says. “You know, Jim, after I felt up your wife’s boobs last time, I was afraid you wouldn’t ever invite me back again.”

“Uh, yeah, let’s put that behind us ok?” says Sam quickly, noting your ire with trepidation.

Pete chimes in. “Come on Sam, don’t make such a big deal about it. Jim’s Ok, right Jim? Just some harmless fun.”

“Well, I think you guys got a little carried away last time, but … yeah. It was harmless I guess,” you say shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

“Oh, don’t lie to your friends, dear. You loved it,” says your wife, slapping you on the knee playfully. “Having other guys pay attention to me reminded him that I might still have a little sex appeal left.”

“Well, well, well. That’s very interesting.” says Bob looking your wife over and rubbing his hands together. “Were you planning on giving him another thrill tonight? That outfit is pretty suggestive.”

You are about to snap a rebuttal when Sam cuts you off. “Now take it easy, Bob,” he says. “I think you’ve got to admit that things did get a little out of hand last time.”

Pete just shakes his head. “Sam, you are acting so holier-than-thou right now. You enjoyed seeing Jennifer’s boobs as much as we did,” he says with a teasing smile.

“Fess up, Sam,” says your wife jiggling her boobs for him slightly.

“Ok, Jenn,” you warn her softly but she just pouts dramatically at you.

‘Shouldn’t I shake my boobs for them?” she asks you innocently.

“Uh, no,” you say, looking at your friends with distrust.

“But didn’t that turn you on a little?” she asks curiously.

“Jenn… can we not talk about this right now?” you say, embarrassment setting in. You can’t believe your wife is putting you on the spot like this.

“Hey Jim, don’t be embarrassed,” Pete tells you good naturedly. “We are all old friends here… well except for you and Bob.” Everyone laughs at that but you just smile ruefully. “But I think it’s probably a common fantasy, wife sharing or whatever. I like it when Susan flirts a little bit.”

“She never let some guy finger her knockers in front of you though, did she?” you blurt out, your heart racing and your member slowly stiffening at the thought in spite of herself.

“No. But that was pretty hot,” he says with a lewd smile.

“Ok, look, I think I see where we stand here,” says Bob standing up. “Jim, you are reluctant about this and probably afraid to come out and admit that your are getting off on it. But it’s clear that your wife wants to play this out a little further, so I am going to help you both out.”

“Oh, yeah, how so?” you ask belligerently.

“Jennifer, would you stand up please?” says Bob.

Your wife gives you a reassuring smile and squeezes your hand before complying. “Ok Bob,” she says standing up and standing in front of him.

“Why don’t you go ahead and take your dress off now?” he says commandingly.

Jennifer starts giggling nervously and looks over her shoulder at you. Your heart is pounding in your ears and your can’t believe that he just came out and said that.

“You can’t just tell my wife what to do!” you yelp.

“I’m just asking,” he says confidently. “Look Jenn, he’s in denial, you are going to need to help him out with this fantasy. Just turn around and I will help you unzip that dress.”

“Oh boy,” says Jennifer. Then she turns to you, “Do you think you could handle this honey?”

“I could handle it,” pipes up Pete excitedly. “Get naked by all means.”

“Jesus, Pete!” complains Sam.

“Well I’m not naked under this, I do have panties on,” says your wife to Pete with a smile.

“But no bra, right?” he says gesturing at her jiggling breasts.

“That’s obvious, isn’t it?” she laughs. “Ok, I know that Jim wants me to do this in his heart but he can’t admit it. Bob had the balls to stand up and ask me to do it. Pete will play along once he’s sauced up enough. But what about you, Sam? I don’t want to freak you out.” She puts her hands on her hips.

“Uh what are you asking?” says Sam licking his lips unconsciously as he ogles your wife’s body, then looking over at you guiltily.

“Do you want me to take my dress off or not?” demands your wife playfully.

“Um, that’s up to you, I guess,” he says, sweat breaking out on his forehead.

“I think I see you getting a stiffy, so I will take that as a yes,” laughs your wife pointing at Sam’s lap.

“Christ, Jenn, are you serious?” you ask, shifting in your seat to hide your own growing boner. This is incredibly erotic, but you just wish Bob wasn’t involved.

“Oh, you’ll be fine,” she says with a dismissive wave. Then she turns her back to Bob unceremoniously and lets him unzip her dress. She looks down at you with her dress unzipped and you can tell she is having second thoughts. You and she share a complex look of guilt, excitement, incrimination, and love. You realize that you will still love her no matter what she does and she seems to sense that.

“Well… take it off,” demands Bob.

“Yes, Bob.” says your wife demurely. Turning to face him and dropping her dress to the floor without further delay. Your wife is standing bare chested in her panties as stockings facing your rival from work while he casually examines her body.

Pete whistles in appreciation and Sam is gasping and gulping at the site of your wife’s bare torso. She does have a wonderful hourglass figure. You are frozen in your chair and don’t know what to do. You cock is throbbing but you also want to jump up and punch Bob in the face. But in some ways this is your wife’s doing, so you just grind your teeth and look on in fascination as your wife exposes her body to your friends.

“Here, turn to the side.” says Bob gently.

Your wife does so and he starts running his rough calloused hands over her soft white belly, then up to her breasts. He pinches her pink nipples slightly, making them stiffen and she looks at him with pursed lips and raised brows, not objecting, just watching his face. He slides his hands back down over her belly, then around to her sides, gripping the tender pale flesh above her hips. She is breathing faster now and the color has come to her cheeks, make her porcelain complexion glow beautifully. Then Bob puts one hand on your wife’s ass and slides the other down the front of her panties. She gasps in arousal and puts her hand over the hand he’s feeling her crotch with.

“You fucker!” you shout and jump to your feet.

“No, no!” says your wife as Bob withdraws his hands from your woman and prepares to defend himself. “Honey, just relax. Sit down,” she says. She is in a state of high arousal and you see both Pete and Sam grabbing their crotches.

“I can’t just sit here and watch this!” you say with animation.

“Yes. You can.” she says, breathing heavily and pushing you back reluctantly back into your seat. “You know you want to see this.” she whispers in your ear. “Let’s do it.”

“Are we cool?” asks Bob, holding his hands up defensively.

“NO!” you say petulantly.

“Yes,” says Jennifer turning back to him with a deep breathe.

“Ok, well, do you want to take your panties off now?” asks Bob looking at your wife’s body hungrily.

“If you say so,” she says submissively. Then she grips her panties by the sides and shimmies them down, bending over to slide them over her hips and down her legs. Pete and Sam are both gaping in amazement at her neatly trimmed bush.

“Turn and show them that ass,” says Bob, gripping his boner through his pants lewdly.

“Ok,” consents your wife. “Do you guys like this?” she asks Pete and Sam, bending over to shake her naked ass at them. They both just stare open mouthed and neither one can say a word.

“My ass left them speechless, dear. Did you see that,” laughs your wife archly.

“Yeah, I see it,” you mumble trying to nurse your own stiffy without attracting attention.

“On your knees, now, please,” says Bob unzipping his fly.

Your wife slowly gets down on her knees and looks up at Bob waiting for his next instruction.

“This is going to far!” you object, but you keep your seat. But Bob and your wife both ignore you.

“I hope no one minds, but I’m going to jerk off now,” says Pete pulling out his cock and stroking it.

Bob pulls his thing out too and puts it right in your wife’s face. She is still looking up at him submissively.

“Do I suck this now?” she asks as the head of his penis brushes her cheek.

“That sounds about right,” says Bob gruffly, his voice thick with lust. Then he takes your wife by the back of the head and pushes his stiff member into her waiting mouth. He grunts with satisfaction as she starts sucking him enthusiastically.

“Oh fuck!” you say in despair, gripping your cock all the while.

“Yeah, she didn’t… need to be asked twice, did she?” stammers Sam looking on in fascination.

“Look how she’s looking up at him.” gasps Pete, fapping away madly. “Like she’s begging him for more.”

“Do you like me, Bob?” asks your wife, pulling his cock from her mouth briefly and looking up at him lovingly.

“Sure, you’ll do,” he says. Then he crams his meat back in her mouth. She resumes sucking with renewed energy and then reaches up and start massaging Bob’s balls. He can’t take much of this and pulls out to shoot a load all over her face. She licks the cum from his head eagerly.

“Look how greedily she licks that cum,” pants Pete, jumping up and approaching your wife. “Sorry, Jenn, do you mind if I blow my wad on you?” he asks desperately.

“Jesus! ok, Pete,” gasps your wife in surprise and within seconds he is shooting his load all over her face. You and Sam just look on mesmerized as Pete further soaks your wife with cum.

“Wow, sorry about that Jim,” he says sheepishly slapping his limp damp phallus against your wife’s cheek playfully.

“Well, I’m not sorry. That was awesome!” says Bob. “I would kiss you Jenny, but I don’t want Pete’s jizz on my mouth. Maybe next time.” Then he zips his trousers up. He comes over to you sitting in your chair and leans over you “I really like the way your wife sucks my cock, so loving, so submissive.” he says with a leer.

And this manages to unfreeze you enough to reflexively smash a fist into his face. He reels back, completely taken by surprise as you stand up as if in a dream. You kick him in the groin smoothly and he goes down on one knee. You reach your arm back to strike another blow, but your wife and Sam restrain you.

Pete has zipped himself up and is helping Bob to his feet. Bob’s lip is fat and bleeding. “Fair enough. Maybe I deserved that. But it was worth it.” he shouts madly with a bloody smile. “Blowing my wad in your fucking wife’s face was worth it.” Pete drags him out the door, shouting apologies over his shoulder.

“Goddamnit, Jim. I was hoping to invite him back to fuck me next time.” shrieks your wife in anger.

Sam turns white at the suggestion and you just slap her numbly right across the face. She grips her stinging cheek in amazement and a tear comes to her eye.

“I can only be pushed so far.” you say shakily. Then you flop back in your chair and put your head in your hands.

Sam mutters his own apologies and lets himself out. Your wife goes to clean up and then returns to the living room and watches you sitting despondently in your chair. After a moment she quietly comes over and lays down on the floor with her legs spread before you, masturbating herself quietly.

“Oh fuck!” you say, looking down at her offering her snatch to you. Then you pull your pants off and climb on top of her. “You win,” you sigh, sliding your stiff member into her hot, waiting pussy.

“Thank you honey, I was so horny from sucking Bob off in front of you, I thought I would burst,” she whispers in your ear as you penetrate her with your throbbing rod.

“You little slut!” you laugh, slapping her thigh playfully. You fuck the shit out of her, pounding her with abandon and she is gasping from an orgasm within minutes. You shoot your own load deep inside her when you feel her cunt tightening around your dick. Then you lay on top of her in exhaustion.

“Do you think Bob would come back to fuck me if we asked him?” she whispers fiendishly in your ear.

“Oh sure, that lip of his will probably only need a stitch or two,” you say and then share a good laugh with your wife.

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Wife’s Rich Friend Needs Oxytocin

By Gustav Jorgenson

Excerpted from “What’s My Wife Doing With That Guy?

 

“Darling, please don’t throw a fit, but I invited Chad over for dinner tonight,” said my wife, coming into the living room where I sat reading.

“Ah, God no!  You know I hate that guy.”  I looked up from my ipad and glared at my wife.

She recognized my annoyance and hastily rushed over to placate me.  “He’s been broken up with Amanda for almost three months now and he’s terribly lonely, darling!” she said, rubbing my back and looking at me beseechingly.

“That guy is such an effeminate whiner, I just can’t stand him,” I said, shifting in my chair so that my wife could reach my lower back better.  “I worked my way up from the bottom and he always had everything handed to him on a silver platter.  That little prick just exudes privilege.”

My wife noticed that I was enjoyed the back rub and seized the advantage.  She dug her knuckles into my lumbar region, making me moan with relief as she worked away the tension from my long day at work.  “Honey, please, I know you don’t care for Chad, but can’t you be the bigger man?  It’s true that he has had a lot of advantages in life because of his family’s wealth, but things aren’t going well for him now.  He is lonely and hurting and needs to be comforted.”

“Let him get comfort from his piles of money,” I grumbled and my wife broke off rubbing my back with exasperation.

“Money isn’t everything you know,” she said.  “Besides, I already invited him and he will be here any minute, so you will just need to suck it up and play nice.”

I groaned as the doorbell rang and my wife sprinted off eagerly to answer it.

Truth be told, I did feel sorry for the poor schmuck once we sat him down and fixed him a drink.  He truly seemed down in the dumps and even though I didn’t care for him much, I started feeling some sympathy for him.  We had a rather depressing dinner together and consumed several bottles of wine before adjourning to the living room together.

“The worst part is that I miss the oxytocin,” said Chad with a pout and giving my wife a pitiful stare.

“Ah, that’s the hormone that is released with intimate contact?” I asked.

“Yes, well, come here and give me a hug then, silly.  I’ll give you some oxytocin,” said my wife standing up and holding out her arms.

“Ok, but we have to embrace for at least 30 seconds to get the full effect,” he said, jumping up eagerly and wrapping his arms around my wife.

I sat watching, gritting my teeth slightly at the sight of my wife putting her head on Chad’s shoulder while they embraced, bodies pressed close together.  I checked my watch so that I could interrupt if he tried to hold onto my wife for too long.

My wife sighed after a few moments and squeezed Chad more tightly.  “Oh, this does feel good, I feel the oxytocin myself,” she breathed.

“Yes, thank you, Anne, it’s been a long time since I was held,” said Chad, bending down to sniff my wife’s hair.

“Ok, time’s up,” I said, tapping my watch impatiently.  I was feeling a little drunk and the sight of my wife and her friend hugging like this was starting to make me jealous

“Shh, honey, don’t be like that,” she scolded.  “I’m enjoying this too.  You and I should hug like this more often.”  She didn’t release him and they continued standing there before me, arms wrapped tightly around one another as I sat seething.

I noticed Chad subtly thrusting his groin against my wife and her cheeks reddened as she cast me a guilty glance.

“I like this, but we need to have more skin touching to get the full effect,” said Chad, pulling away from my wife and starting to unbutton his shirt.

“What?” gasped my wife in surprise, putting her hand on her chest and looking at Chad with a disbelieving smile.

“Yeah, that sounds pretty inappropriate,” I complained, scratching my cheek as he pulled off his oxford, exposing his bare, hairless chest.

“I’m not getting the full effect of the oxytocin because there isn’t enough skin on skin contact,” Chad snapped at me.  He acted as though it was his god-given right to have skin on skin contact with my wife.  “Anne, please, just take your blouse and skirt off, you can leave your underwear on.”

“Oh, I can, can I?” she laughed.  She shot me a look with a devilish glint in her eye.  “How generous of you.”

“Don’t tease me, Anne, this is a difficult time for me, you know that,” whined Chad, stamping his foot petulantly as he unfastened his belt and started taking his trousers off.  “Here, take your clothes off so we can hug with more skin touching.”

“But what about my husband?” asked my wife, looking back at me with trepidation as she began undoing the front of her blouse.

“What about him?” asked Chad with derision.  “He’s sitting right there watching us, what could possibly go awry?”  Chad pulled his trousers off and folded them neatly on the couch.  When he turned to face my wife again we could see his erect penis sticking straight out, straining against his red briefs.

“My goodness, Chad, you have quire an erection there,” said my wife, gazing at Chad’s preposterous hardon with obvious interest.  

“Well, yes, it’s a perfectly natural reaction for me to become erect,” said Chad reasonably as his phallus bobbed up and down, stretching the fabric of his shorts lewdly.

As though encouraged by the sight of Chad’s siff member, my wife pulled her blouse off half-unbuttoned and wriggled excitedly out of her skirt until she was standing before him in her thin bra and panties.  Plenty of skin was exposed now as Chad and my wife faced each other in their underwear.

“Jesus Christ, Anne, are you really going through with this?” I croaked, utterly scandalized by the turn of events, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

“He needs comfort, darling,” said my wife her eyes never leaving Chad’s priapic bulge.

“You are supposed to comfort me, I’m your husband!” I complained, my own penis growing stiff at the sight of my half-naked wife’s pale, sexy body.

“Of course I comfort you all the time, darling,” said my wife, biting her lip as she stared at Chad’s penis.  “But I can comfort my friends too, can’t I?”

“Look at you, you can’t take your eyes off of his johnson,” I said, feeling an odd sense of arousal at how shamelessly my wife was eyeing her friend’s stiff cock.

“Don’t be selfish, Simon,” snapped Chad irritably.  “Now come here Anne, hug me so that our skin is touching.”

“Oh, but Chad, what are we going to do with this penis of yours?” laughed my wife reaching out as though to grasp his dong before stopping herself self-consciously.  “You are going to skewer me with this thing.”

“Don’t worry about that, it’s fine,” he said wrapping his arms around my wife and pressing himself assertively up against her.

“Ow, oh my, Chad, you are poking me right in my, oh dear,” giggled my wife and she reached down and readjusted his thing before wrapping her arms around him.

“Anne, did you just touch his penis?” I yelped, my pulse pounding in my ears and my own cock painfully erect as I watched my wife embrace her friend in her bra and panties.

“No, I mean, well, yes, just a little, I had to move it a little,” she admitted.  She looked back at me guiltily, her cheeks bright red and her eyes shining with excitement.  “It’s really stiff and it was poking me in the belly,” she said.

“Anne, please, stop wriggling, I’m trying to get some oxytocin here,” commanded Chad.

My wife obediently put her head on his shoulder again and Chad gripped her by her hips and thrust his crotch against her.

“Oh, Chad, you are pushing your thing up against my, my, you know,” murmured my wife urgently.

“I know, I know, shush, this feels good,” said Chad softly.  “Doesn’t this feel good?”

“Yes, it feels good,” admitted my wife and I watched helplessly as my wife’s privileged friend asserted his self-appointed rights to her body and prodded her insistently in the crotch with his hard penis.

“What is he?  Is his penis poking against your, uh, vagina?” I croaked, barely able to breathe as I covered my crotch to hide my own erection.  Why was I getting excited by this?  I should jump up and punch this fellow right in the jaw, but instead I just watched in fascination as my wife squeezed him to her tighter and tighter and his hips thrust against hers more and more insistently.

“What? Oh, well, just a little bit, dear, just a little,” she breathed, nuzzling her face against his neck.  “I tried pushing it to the side, but it seems to have a mind of it’s own.”  Chad grabbed my wife in the small of her back as he ground himself against her.

“Take your bra off now, let’s touch chest to chest,” he grunted imperatively.

“Oh no, Chad, that’s going too far,” said my wife breathily.  But she clung to him limply as he unsnapped the back of her bra.

“Now Chad, this really is beyond the pale.  For a man to take the bra off another man’s wife.  I mean, that simply isn’t done,” I chattered, squeezing the erection in my own pants surreptitiously.

Chad just looked at me coldly for a moment before saying simply, “I have needs, Simon.”  Then he tilted his head down and spoke to my wife,”Take your bra off now Anne, press your bare chest against mine.”

My wife released him from her embrace, shrugged out of her bra and tossed it aside as he commanded.  Her bare back was turned to me as she looked up at Simon while he held her at arm’s length and examined her chest.

“Simon, don’t look,” said my wife, casting a furtive glance back over her shoulder at me as I sat gripping my erection through my pants.

“I’ve never seen your bare breasts before, Anne,” he told her.  “I like them.”

“Well, thank you, Chad that’s nice of you to say, but you are making me feel bashful by the way you are staring at my bosom.  And my gosh, don’t touch yourself, that’s so naughty,” gasped my wife, covering her breasts with her hand coquettishly.

“Why shouldn’t I touch myself, Simon is,” sneered Chad, nodding his head in my direction.

My wife turned in shock to see me fingering the bulge in my pants.  I stopped immediately but she had already seen me.  “Simon, my goodness, don’t do that, what example are you setting?”

“You are standing there topless, rubbing your half naked body up against another man and you try to lecture me?” I croaked.

“I’m just comforting him,” she gasped, wagging a scolding finger at me.  “It isn’t sexual.”

“Of course not, now come press your chest against mine,” demanded Chad, gripping his rod brazenly in one hand.

“Alright Chad, but watch where you stick that thing,” said my wife draping her arms around Chad’s shoulders as he reached back and gripped one of my wife’s ass cheeks and thrust his stiff cock against her crotch aggressively.  “Oh, Chad, you are poking me right in the hoo-ha again,” moaned my wife.

“I know that, it feels good when I do that,” he said simply as he grasped my wife’s ass and humped himself against her.  She clung to him as he prodded her, pressing her bare boobs against his sweaty chest and laying her head on his shoulder in an intimate way that made my blood boil and my cock stiffen at the same time.  I was fighting the urge to unzip my fly and stroke myself as this boorish aristocrat had his way with my woman.  “Doesn’t it feel good?” he asked her tenderly.

“It feels good,” admitted my wife, rubbing her breasts against Chad’s chest for emphasis.  “But you are making me a little, um, you know, aroused,” she whispered.

“I’m sitting right here, Anne, I can hear you clearly,” I told my wife.

“I’m sorry, honey, but he keeps poking the head of his penis against my vulva, and it’s making me wet,” she panted.

“I thought you said this wasn’t sexual,” I demanded.

“Don’t be fatuous, Simon,” snapped Chad, pulling away from my wife and pulling his briefs down impulsively so that his swollen phallus came popping out which made my wife coo with admiration.  “Of course it’s sexual.  I haven’t had sex in three months.  I told you, I have needs, just like any healthy man.  I need sex.”

“Three months isn’t that long actually,” I said, trying to sound reasonable.

“Oh, poor Chad, you are sexually frustrated,” said my wife reaching out to grab his bobbing penis.  “Ooh, I can feel how hard you are, you poor man.  You haven’t been with a woman since Amanda left.”

“Please don’t mention that name to me,” said Chad as he grabbed my wife’s bare shoulders and pushed her gently down until she got the picture and dropped to her knees before him.  “Can you fellate me now?” he asked politely.

“Now see here!” I objected weakly, one hand on my crotch.

“I need to use your wife for sex, Simon, I think you understand,” he told me, nodding at the way I was gripping my own dick.

“But that simply isn’t done,” I squeaked.

“He just needs his penis sucked a little bit, dear,” coaxed my pretty little wife, clearly excited by the prospect of sucking Chad off as she fingered his hairy balls with one hand and stroked his stiff shaft with the other.  “Why he hasn’t had a blowjob in months.”

“That’s true,” he grunted as he pushed his purplish glans into her soft, willing mouth before sighing in pleasure.  My wife immediately began sucking fitfully on his member, tickling his nuts with one hand while gripping one of his ass cheeks with the other.

“Oh, your wife has a sweet, sweet mouth, old man,” he said, putting his hands on my wife’s head as she energetically slurped on his gonads.  “Sorry to make a cuckold of you like this, but perhaps you are enjoying this yourself?”

“No, of course not,” I spat, guiltily trying to hide my arousal.

“No, of course not,” he agreed sarcastically.  “Anne, take your panties off,” he commanded and my guts flipped at how eagerly my wife yanked his drawers off for him.  She was practically jumping out of her clothes for him.  “Go bend over and put your hands on your husband’s knees,” he told her casually, stroking his slick member as she leapt up to do his bidding.

“Honey, are you ok?” my wife asked me with concern as she bent down and presented her ass to Chad.  “My gosh, look how hard you are!” she gasped, unzipping my fly deftly and extracting my own erection.  “Chad!” she yelped suddenly as he entered her from behind.  “Don’t surprise me like that!”

“It was no surprise, I can feel how wet you are.  You’ve been ready for this for a while now,” he glowered, gripping my wife by the hips forcefully as he dogged her from behind.

“Sorry, about this, honey,” my wife apologized, turning to look me in the eyes her her hands on my knees as Chad humped away.  I was distracted by the sight of her luscious breasts swinging back and forth from the impact of Chad’s hips against her rear.  “Here, let me…” she grabbed my dick and started jerking it clumsily as Chad fucked her, but she was clearly distracted and wasn’t paying attention to me.  She reached back with her other hand to fiddle with her clitoris and she bowed her head, concentrating on Chad’s dick as he pounded her with it.  I put my hand over hers so that I could jerk myself more effectively and I nearly came when I realized she was shuddering with a climax brought on by Chad’s prong stabbing in and out of her cunt.

“That a girl, that a girl,” said Chad, patting her on the rump proudly.  “Now take this,” he said gently and I realized he was cumming inside my wife.

“Chad, are you shooting your load inside my woman?” I demanded indignantly.

“Shh, shh,” said Anne, turned her attention back to me and engulfing my penis in her mouth greedily.

“Of course, Simon.  It’s no fun unless I plant my seed into your wife’s fertile womb,” he said lightly, withdrawing his sticky schlong from my wife’s pussy as she sucked my cock, her head bobbing up and down frantically.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned as I emptied my load in her mouth.  She slurped up my own seed hungrily and squeezed my penis until I was fully spent.

“Ok, well, I think I see what kind of arrangement we have here,” he said as he dressed himself.  “Until I find a  woman of my own, I will be using Anne for sex and making a cuckold of you, old boy,” he laughed.  “I suspected you were the type and it looks like my gamble paid off.”

“We have no such arrangement, you cad!” I said half-heartedly.

“Oh, listen to yourself, Simon,” said my wife, patting my cheek affectionately.  “No one believes you, darling.  You haven’t even convinced yourself.”  Then she jumped up and threw her naked body into Chad’s arms as he was preparing to leave.

“Ugh, your face is covered in jizm,” he said with disgust, pushing her away.

“But Chad, when will I see you again?” pled my wife, clearly enamored by her new lover.  She wiped her chin hurriedly as he headed for the door.

“Ah, bring some overnight things to the penthouse tomorrow afternoon,” he said loftily.  “Simon, do you want to come and watch in person or should I just video record it for you to watch later?” he asked languidly.

“Fuck you, Chad,” I spat, watching as my wife gazed into his eyes lovingly.

“Video then, no problem, cheerio all,” he said happily and was gone.

“I wish you wouldn’t swear at him like that dear, it’s rather common of you,” said my wife as she began tidying up the living room in the nude.

 

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