Girlfriend Nude at the Campground

By Gustav Jorgenson

You and your girl are camping for the first time together.  She strips naked before crawling into the sleep bag at night and you have some hot sex.

In the morning when you wake up, she is up already and you find her making a pot of tea on the fire, stark naked.

“Hey, this is a public campground you know,” you say to her.  “You should put some clothes on.”

“Whatever… There is no one around.  I like being naked. I feel free,” she giggles.

You just laugh nervously and go collect some firewood.  You go 30 or 40 feet into the woods when you hear the sound of male voices approaching the campsite.  You start rushing back to warn your girl, but just before you get back you see her talking to a pair of male hikers, a tall blonde sandy haired and a shorter dark haired fellow, both in flannels and jeans.   She is standing there totally nude and not bothering to cover herself at all. They are looking at her body with interest and she is just brazenly baring herself for them.

You can’t believe she is doing this and you are too embarrassed to come out into the open. What would your girl do if you demanded that she get dressed?  Would she defy you just to be pig headed? Would these guys laugh at you? You don’t know what to do, so you skirt the edge of the clearing so that you can hear what they are saying, still hidden in the brush.

“…I don’t see why I can’t hang out naked if I want to,” your girl says defiantly.

“Hey, I sure don’t mind seeing your naked body,” says the tall hiker, gripping his crotch unconsciously.  “We’re just saying, you won’t get much privacy up here. This is a busy area this time of year.”

Your girl is flippant, she stand before them, hip cocked.  “I don’t care about privacy. You can look all you like. It’s nothing to me. I’m feel like a nature woman being nude out here.”

The short guy unhitches his pack, takes a seat on a log a few feet from the fire.  “Well do you mind if we take a break and hang out here with you?”

“Sure, feel free” She turns and bends over to tend the fire.  “You want some tea?”

Both guys are staring slack jawed at her bare round ass and gorgeous legs as she bends over.  They don’t respond. She turns and looks at them appreciating her body. “Hello? Take a break from checking out my ass for a second and answer the question: tea or no tea?”

The tall guy drops his backpack and joins her by the fire.  “Uh, sorry, yes, tea,” he laughs. He is standing pretty close to her as she is bent over, his crotch close to her butt.  She stands and hands him a cup of tea in a tin cup, looks up at him prettily as she serves him in the nude.

Your face is burning with shame.  You don’t know what to do. You assumed that they would just go on their way.  You just want them to leave, but at the same time, you find it incredibly erotic to watch your girlfriend casually serve tea to these two guys totally naked.  She is being incredibly bold and yet submissive at the same time. It’s so kinky that you unzip your fly and start pulling on your prick as you watch them, hidden from view behind a bush.

Your girlfriend bends over to hand the shorter seated hiker a tin of tea.  He is staring at her dangling knockers, pink nipples hard and pokey. “So yeah, how long have you been into nudism?” he asks.

“I guess I never knew I was into nudism,” she responds.  “This is the first time I ever tried it. I’ve never really been camping overnight this far into the wilderness before.  The feeling of being out in nature is so amazing. It’s so liberating.” She raises her skinny arms into the air and laughs.

The tall guy eyes her boobs bouncing as she laughs, takes a sip of tea. “Oh, yeah, I agree,” he says.

“Hey, you know, it’s actually pretty rude of us to hang out while you are naked.  We should be going,” says the short guy. “We don’t want to cramp your style.”

“Oh I don’t mind, you can stay,” she urges.  She sits down on the blanket by the fire with her tea.

“Well, I feel kind of weird sitting here with you naked and all… I almost feel as though we should strip down and get naked too,” laughs the short one nervously.

“Feel free to do whatever you want,” she says.  “Since you didn’t mind seeing me naked, I won’t mind seeing you naked,” she smiles broadly and spreads her legs open exposing her furry bush.

The guys chuckle nervously and take off their clothes.  Both of them have raging hardons and you see your girl staring at their cocks with interest.

“Well alrighty then,” she laughs.  “Looks like your johnsons are standing at attention this morning.”

The tall hiker stands right in front of her with his cock pointed at her face.  “Stumbling upon a beautiful naked girl on the trail will do that.” She remains seated and stares at his cock fixedly.

Sh takes a sip of her tea.  “Oh are these hard-ons on my account?” she asks innocently.

Short guy plucks up his nerve and sits down close by her side, starts stroking his hard cock lewdly. “Yep,” he says.  “It’s all your fault that I sprung this boner.”

Her eyes are glued to his cock as he pulls on it.”Sorry about that.”  Her voice is soft now.

“Oh, not at all, I am enjoying it,” he says.  “You don’t mind if I touch myself, do you?” he asks.  “I’m just not used to being nude around strange good looking girls.”

You are feeling a little sick at this point with both guys naked and your girl checking out their cocks, but you keep yourself hidden and continue jerking.

“You think I’m good looking?” she asks bashfully.

“Oh yeah,” both guys say.

She stands up and turns to show them her ass again.  “You don’t think my ass is too big?” she asks playfully.

Now both guys are stroking themselves as they look her over.

“Well?” she asks wiggling her ass at them.  “Too big or no?”

They don’t answer, they just stare and stroke.  “You’re just teasing us now,” croaks the tall guy.  “But I will play along. No. It’s not too big, it’s just right.  In fact I wouldn’t mind slapping my cock against it.”

“Oh really?” laughs your girl.  “Well, don’t let me stop you. Slap away.”

The guys exchange a glance, and the taller one just shrugs and approaches her with huge  cock in hand. She stays bent over slightly and shakes her ass at him again to encourage him. So he grabs dick and slaps her across the ass with it.  You gulp in amazement, unable to believe her level of sluttiness.

Suddenly, two female hikers enter the clearing and stop dead in their tracks.  They staring at a tall naked guy spanking your grinning girlfriend’s ass with his boner while a short naked dude strokes his dick and watches.

“Uh, well this is pretty random,” laughs a skinny blonde in a pink half shirt and black skin tight yoga pants with bright green sneakers.

“Sorry folks, we are just passing through.  Didn’t mean to interrupt your little breakfast orgy over here,” says a chunkier girl in khaki shorts and white t-shirt wearing a baseball cap.  She is looking at the guy’s stiff pricks with a smile on her face.

Your girl is blushing as she stands up straight and faces them. “Oh, it’s not an orgy.  We are just horsing around a little,” she says. Yeah right,you think.

“Hey, whatever you say, sister.  I know this mountain air makes me feel frisky,” laughs the fat girl.  “I wouldn’t mind taking on two guys with pricks like those.”

Her friend slaps her shoulder, “Omigod, I can’t believe you just said that!”

Both guys are speechless with embarrassment but their cocks are still standing at attention.

Your girl turns to examine the dick that was just slapping her ass and she reaches out and takes it in her hand.  “You have a point, this is a pretty good cock,” she admits, looking up into the tall guy’s eyes as she strokes his dick.  Everyone watches with interest as your girl goes down on her knees before him and puts his thing in her mouth. You, the female hikers, the other male hiker, all of you are watching as she starts performing fellatio on this strange man she just met twenty minutes ago.

“This is soo, freaky,” says the skinny female hiker.  “I had no idea that this was like, the kinky sex trail.”

“Lay down on your back,” commands the tall guy.  She gets down on the blanket, submissively spreads her legs for him.

“Excuse me ladies,” he says as he gets down and mounts your girlfriend missionary style.

“Hey,don’t mind us,” laughs the fat girl.

The short hiker is jerking his cock as he watches his buddy’s ass pumping up and down.  You hear your girlfriend moaning with pleasure as the tall man violates her on the blanket by the fire and you start jerking yourself wildly.

“Holy shit, there is some other pervert spanking his monkey in the bushes,” shrieks the fat girl as she spies you there.

The tall guy pauses fucking your girl, looking up.  

She wraps her long legs around his back urgently.  “Nevermind, it’s probably just my boyfriend,” she says. “Don’t stop now, I’m about to cum.”

He quickly returns to fucking her and she cries out as the orgasm engulfs her.  He pulls out soon after and spills a load all over her belly. I watch the big pearly globs of cum spew out of his mushroom head onto my girl’s flat belly and I have a weird feeling inside.

“Her boyfriend is jerking off in the bushes?” laughs the skinny girl, scandalized. “I thought one of these guys was her boyfriend.”

“This is the most fucked up hike I’ve ever been on by far,” giggles her friend.

The other male hiker approaches your girl with his cock in hand.  “Can you suck this for me?” he begs.

“Ok, honey,” she says climbing to her knees, cheeks flushed, belly slick with cum. “I’ll help you out.” She looks up at him lustily and take his stiff member into her wet red mouth.

He tilts his head back and cries out almost immediately.  Your girl gags slightly and pulls his dick out of her mouth as he shoots his wad all over her face.

“That is so nasty,” comments the skinny girl, watching with fascination.

The fat girl crawls into the bushes where you are kneeling and kneels down beside you.  “You guys are all real perverts, you know that?” she whispers pulling off her shirt. “But I must be one too, because watching this shit has made me horny as fuck.”  And the next thing you know you are sucking on her big red nipples as she jerks your pud. A few minutes later, you notice your girlfriend watching you as this fat girl bounces up and down on your cock, her plump buttocks slapping your hairy thighs.  Your girl laughs when you cry out firing your load inside the chunky hiker.

“That girl better be on the pill,” calls your girl good naturedly.

Afterward you all share an awkward breakfast around the campfire.  The two guys and your girl never bother getting dressed which makes things weird.  But things get even weirder when a man and woman enter the clearing and approach your group.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt your…breakfast?  We just wanted to get directions,” says the middle-aged woman in an expensive windbreaker as the balding grey haired man looks your girl’s cum stained body over hungrily.

Your girl notices the man’s interest and nonchalantly spreads her pussy for him, showing him her pink inner lips. “What’s the hurry, why not stay and chat a while?”

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Wife Does Burlesque for Buddy’s Bachelor Party

By Gustav Jorgenson

My wife Alison caught me staring at Maddy’s chest while she stretched luxuriously after dinner. Geoff’s young fiancé was slim and stacked and I just couldn’t help staring while she twisted her thin torso and made those big perky tits jut out.  She looked super hot in that tight little red dress of hers, sitting among the glittering candles of the expensive, dimly lit restaurant. Alison kicked me under the table when she caught me staring.

“Ouch, what?” I complained.

“I saw you,” sniffed my wife.

“What happened?” asked Geoff with a grin.

“Nothing,” said Alison, her lips were stiff.

“Oh, was Sam checking out these babies?” asked Geoff.  He grabbed one of Maddy’s boobs and squeezed it, making her titter and slap his hand away.

“Bad boy, stop it, we are in public,” said Maddy with a sly grin.  She looked around the restaurant and reached down into Geoff’s lap.  We heard his fly come down. Alison put her hand to her forehead. “Ooh, you are really hard.  Those oysters are working already.”

“Can you too try to control yourselves?” asked Alison.  My wife looked around at the patrons at the other tables, but no one seemed to be taking note of us here, tucked away in our rich leather corner booth.

“I try to control him, but his sex drive is just uncontrollable, Alison,” said Maddy.  Her arm was moving up and down under the table, and Geoff put his hands behind his head with a blissful expression on his face.

“Are you touching his thing?” hissed my wife.  She kept glancing around the dining room of Chez Panisse, watching the servers go back and forth with trays of drinks and savory plates of gourmet food.

“Just a little,” giggled Maddy.  “It’s the only thing that will satiate him when he gets like this.”

Maddy was only 25, clear skinned, well built, at the peak of fertility.  It was no surprise to me that our middle aged pal Geoff had developed an insatiable carnal appetite for her.  But I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want another kick from my middle aged wife. Though she was still gorgeous in my eyes, she had a few wrinkles here and there, had put on some weight, developed a slight paunch.  I could hardly complain given how fat I had grown myself over the years.

Geoff had stayed in shape pretty well.  He had always been the ladies man, working out at the gym, dating much younger women.  All of our mutual friends were amazed when he announced he and Maddy were getting married.  We had all pegged him as a confirmed bachelor. And of course all the wives were scandalized to hear that Maddy was twenty years younger than Geoff.

“So Alison, Dana told me that you and she are part of some kind of amatuer burlesque troupe?  Is that right? It sounds like such fun!” Maddy kept right on stroking her man under the table as she casually made conversation.  My own penis grew stiff as I watched the young woman servicing my buddy’s member in public so casually. What an incredible freak she was.

My wife blushed at the mention of her burlesque.  She had picked it up last year during a midlife crisis.  She felt that men were overlooking her and paying more attention to younger women and she frankly admitted to me that she needed the attention.  Burlesque had long been popular in the Bay Area, so she joined a little amatuer troupe that her friend Dana was part of. I didn’t think much of it.  Alison was too embarrassed to invite me to the shows. I assumed it was just a bunch of fat older ladies dancing around in fishnets, stuffed into tight corsets like sausages, chubby cleavage pouring out, singing bawdy songs and high-kicking while meager audiences of friends and families stifled yawns and humored them.

“Uh, yes, I’m still doing a cabaret act once a month at the DNA Lounge in the city.”  Alison wriggled in her seat, she seemed nervous for some reason.

Maddy put chin into one hand while the other hand was busy working Geoff’s johnson under the white tablecloth.  Geoff was starting to breath faster, sweat was beading on his brow. “So what sort of act is it? Do you do a striptease?”

Alison gave me a strange look. “Well, we do mostly song and dance, but yes, I also have a sort of striptease act.”

“Oh that’s so wonderful that you are still exploring your sexuality as an older lady,” said Maddy.

“Older lady!” muttered Alison to me, rolling her eyes.

Maddy just ignored her and carried on talking and tugging Geoff simultaneously.  “You know, Geoff’s friends are planning a bachelor party and I was a little concerned that some hanky panky would go on there.  I lay awake at night with the image of some nubile stripper bouncing up and down on Geoff’s stiffy.” She looked at her husband and giggled as she gave him an extra vigorous tug.

“Honey, come on, we won’t do strippers,” said Geoff.  He seemed to be having a hard time formulating sentences.

“Yeah right,” scoffed Maddy.  Then she turned her attention back to my wife.  “But I know men do need some sexy entertainment for a bachelor party, it’s only natural, so I thought ‘Hey, let’s get Alison’s troupe to provide the titillation.”  Maddy turned to her future husband. “You would like that, wouldn’t you you dirty boy? To see Sam’s wife strip down to her underwear and dance for you and your pals?”  Maddy was jerking furiously under the table now, biting her lower lip in concentration. The idea started to make me harder myself. Alison just sat and simmered, arms crossed.  Geoff was staring into space his mouth hanging open stupidly.

Our server, a cheerful coed from Cal, blue eyed with a blonde ponytail, came to our table, oblivious of the handjob Maddy was inflicting on her fiancé. “Desert anyone?”

“Maybe she’ll even give you a lapdance,” growled Maddy.  Geoff shuddered and leaned forward. Maddy kept jerking until he pulled her hand away from his groin.  He gripped her thin wrist in his fist, lifted it above the table. A huge glob of semen was dangling from Maddy’s finger.  She held it up for us all to see and seductively slurped it into her mouth. Then she turned to the server and said. “Nothing for me thanks, I’ve had my after dinner snack.”

The stunned coed watched as Geoff pulled the cloth napkin from his lap and put in on the table, it was soaked in the middle, and it slowly dawned on the server what had just happened.  We watched the blush creep down from her cheeks to her neck. “Um, maybe I should give the other folks a few more minutes to decide?” she croaked and then turned and fled.

Alison ignored the fact that our dinner companions had just brought a handjob to climax a the dinner table together.  “So you want the older ladies to come and do a little harmless burlesque for your husband because we aren’t a threat the way a young sexy stripper would be, is that right?”

Maddy licked a bit more cum from between her fingers.  “Well, you know, Alison, of course I’m not threatened by you and Dana.”

“Because we are old and fat.”

“I think you are both beautiful,” said Maddy.  She reached her left hand, unsullied by semen out to touch my wife’s arm.

Alison pulled her arm away.  “Well, I will have you know, that we strip down to a little less than underwear.”

“Uh, really?” I interjected.  I could feel my pulse quicken even further, and it was already rapid from watching Maddy’s handjob.

“Oh, do you go down to pasties and merkins?  That’s marvelous,” gushed Maddy.

“Wait what are pasties and merkins?” I asked.  I felt funny in my gut.

Alison gritted her teeth.  “Don’t worry about it, dear, just some things to, um, cover ourselves.”  

“Uh, huh,” I had assumed that Alison’s stripteases were totally modest.  It had never occurred to me that she was showing off much skin.

“Sounds hot,” said Geoff, finally recovering from his orgasm a bit and taking a drink of water.

“I don’t like the sound of my wife getting half naked around Geoff and and a bunch of our drunken pals,” I said.  My body felt frozen, I could barely catch my breath, but my penis was still hard for some reason.

“Oh come on pal, don’t be jealous.  Hey, if it helps any, I’ll have Maddy do a striptease for you to even the score,” said Geoff with a chuckle.

“She most certainly will NOT!” said my wife.

Maddy and Geoff laughed at my wife’s indignation.  But my cock got even harder at the thought of seeing Maddy’s supple flesh exhibited for my enjoyment.

“I would be happy to do a little striptease for Geoff and the boys,” said Alison.  “It’s been so long since he’s been with a woman his own age, it might be good for him to become reacquainted with the charms of a mature female form.”  She put her hands under her big bosom and shook her tits at Geoff.

“Yowza!” giggled Maddy.

“Can’t wait to see those bad boy uncovered,” added Geoff with a leer.

“I’m not sure about this,” I said.

“Don’t be silly, Sam, it’s already settled,” said Maddy airily.

As we walked out to our car, after paying and bidding Geoff and Maddy adieu, Alison was fuming.

“That little slut is just so smug, so, so superior,” said my wife.  “I’ll show her a thing or two. Geoff won’t know what hit him.”

“Alison!  What are you saying?” I gasped.

My wife squeezed my hand.  “Oh, don’t worry darling. I’m just feeling that resentment that older woman feel toward younger women sometimes.  Older women are so marginalized by our society, she doesn’t even see me as a sexual agent. It’s of no concern to her whatsoever that I might strip for her husband.  She doesn’t view me as competition at all. She is so secure in her youth and her goddamn unwrinkled face.”

“Well you are a married woman,” I offered.

“That’s beside the point,” she said.

“Is it though?  I mean I don’t like the idea of you doing a striptease for Geoff and a bunch of the other guys we know, it’s not really something a married woman should be doing.  I don’t want to be a stick in the mud, but I don’t think you should do this just to prove to Maddy that you still have sex appeal. I mean what do you intend to do?  Get naked and let Geoff fuck you or something?” My mouth went dry at the very thought of my loyal wife of twenty years stripping for my friend and offering her body to him.

Alison was silent for a moment.  “This isn’t about you or our marriage.  I need to do this for me, honey. For my own self-esteem.  Can you understand that?”

“You want to strip for a bunch of guys to improve your self-esteem?” I snorted.  “That doesn’t sound very feminist of you.”

“A feminist does what she wants,” said Alison with a shrug.

“Nice.”  But that was the end of the conversation.

The next day, our friend Brandon appeared at our home unannounced.  I invited him in, sat him at the kitchen table, gave him a beer.

“What are you doing here, pal?  I wasn’t expecting you.

“Oh, didn’t Alison tell you I was coming over?” he asked.  Brandon is a big beefy fellow, plays rugby on the weekends, but he seemed to sort of shrink down in his seat.  “Uh, you know, I’m in charge of the planning for Geoff’s bachelor party and Maddy is forbidding us to hire a stripper, which is so ridiculous.  I mean since when does the bride to be have any say in the matter, you know?”

“Right,” I said.  I watched the sunlight streaming in through the kitchen window, lighting up our bright and cheerful kitchen.  “But you said Alison knew you were coming over?”

My wife appeared at the door in jeans and a t-shirt.  “Oh, hi Brandon.” She seemed oddly coy around our old friend.

Brandon was equally shy with my wife, avoided looking at her.  “Hey, Alison.”

“What’s this about?” I asked, feeling my stomach tighten.

“Well, you know, uh, Maddy wants Alison to do her burlesque thing, but Geoff really wants a proper sex show for his party.  I mean we all do really…”

“Right.” I said.  My throat felt tight.

Brandon wouldn’t look me in the eye, peeled the label from his beer which was already empty.

“Let me get you another,” offered my wife. She brought Brandon a beer and one for herself.  He gave her a weak smile of thanks.

“Why are you here, Brandon?” I asked.  I felt light headed.

“I mean, no one really wants some weak ass burlesque show.  No offense, Alison,” said Brandon.

“None taken,” said my wife.  She drank several big gulps of beer.

“I mean, Geoff is the original pimp, player extraordinaire.  He’s had so many women over the years, we’ve all lost count.”  Brandon seemed a bit more relaxed as he made his way through the second beer.

I relaxed a bit myself.  “Oh, so you are here to talk her out of it?”  I said.

“No, he’s here so I can convince him that we will do a proper sex show, one worthy of Geoff’s big send off into monogamy,” said my wife.

“What?” I croaked, nearly choking on my own beer.

Brandon looked at his hands.

“I asked Brandon here so I could give him a little private preview,” said Alison.  She was blushing, but met my gaze.

“Private?” I said.

“Private,” replied my wife.

“Brandon?” I asked.

“I know this is weird, bud, believe me.”

“So it’s her job to convince you that she will be as slutty as any stripper we could possibly hire?” I asked.  My face felt hot. I slammed my empty beer on the table.

“Shh, shh,” said my wife.  She came over and started kneading my shoulders.  I felt my tension and anger drain away as she massaged me.  “It’s not like that, baby. It’s just a little preview to show that I am a legitimate performer that knows how to entertain and titillate.”

“Uh, huh,” I said, but I could feeling my resistance fading as she worked my back muscles with her knuckles.

“It’s very classy, don’t worry,” she whispered in my ear and kissed my ear lobe.

“So can I watch too?” I asked.

“Nope,” she whispered.

“Why not?”

“It will cramp my style,” she purred.

I felt myself getting hard.  But I said nothing. That was one hell of a back rub, I felt like jelly.

“Ok, well, that’s settled then,” chirped my wife.  “Come on Brandon, let’s go the bed room.”

“Um, ok,” he said.  “See you in a few, pal.”

Brandon dwarfed my wife, her tiny pale hand disappeared into big brown tanned fist, as she led him by the hand out of the kitchen.  I sat there in a daze for a few moments. Then I came to my senses a bit and ran down the hall to the bedroom only to find the door locked.

“Alison, the door is locked,” I said.

“I’m getting changed, darling,” she cried.

“With Brandon in there with you?”

“Of course.”

I stood there fuming for a moment.  What sort of bullshit was this? My wife changing in front of another man.  Was I just supposed to put up with this. I rapped on the door.

“Please don’t interrupt, dear.  I’m starting my routine,” shouted my wife.  I could hear an edge of annoyance in her voice, but then I heard music coming from within.  Brash 60’s stripper music with a lot of leering trombone.

I tried to listen at the door, but the music drowned out all other sounds except for an occasional “Yeah baby!” or “Sweet jesus!” from Brandon.  Then there was just the music for a while and my imagination ran wild picturing my wife contorting nude before him while Brandon drank in the sight of her body.  Finally the music stopped and I heard a murmured discussion, but I couldn’t make out the words. A few minutes later the door opened and Brandon filled up the doorframe, he was tucking his shirt back into his jeans for some reason.

“Yeah, so, I think this is going to be a good show, super hot,” he said.  He wouldn’t look me in the eye. Alison was there behind him in her satin robe, her legs exposed, clad in fishnets.  She gave Brandon a nudge. “I mean classy, super classy.” He pushed past me and hurried down the hall. “I’ll see you guys later,” he called over his shoulder.

“Thanks Brandon, I had fun,” called my wife as the door slammed behind him.

I looked at Alison’s sexy calves in her slutty stockings.  “What are you wearing under there?” I asked her. “How far did you go?”

“Never you mind,” she said smugly, drawing the robe around her waist and pushing me away as I tried to pull it open.  She ducked back into the bedroom and locked the door on me again. I went back to the kitchen and opened another beer, paced back and forth in the sunshine, brooding in spite of the beautiful Northern California day outside.

Alison appeared in her t-shirt and jeans again and I was about to lay into her when my phone rang.  It was Geoff.

“Hello?”

“Hey buddy,” he said.  “Look, I just talked to Brandon and he convinced me that we should let Alison do the burlesque thing.”

“Yeah, about that,” I said, feeling my anger rising.

“Hold on, hold on, Maddy has agreed to do the striptease for you in exchange.  It will be fun, like wife-swapping. But you can’t tell Alison, or she will throw a fit.”

That stopped me dead in my tracks.  I looked at my wife guiltily, who was looking back at me guiltily.

She crossed her arms.  “Who is it?” she asked.

“Geoff,” I admitted.

“What’s he saying?” she asked.

I held up and finger and walked into the other room with the phone pressed to my ear.  The thought of sexy young Maddy stripping down for me made me forget all of my jealousy over Alison stripping for Brandon or anyone else for that matter.

“I think I can agree to that,” I told him.

“Ha, I’m sure you can.  I told Maddy not to hold back.  To give you a nice show. You deserve a thrill after fucking the same woman for twenty years.”

“Ok, but I don’t want Alison to do the same for you,” I said.

“Don’t do WHAT for him?” demanded my wife, who was following close on my heels.

I covered the mic of the phone.  “I don’t want you stripping naked,” I told her.  She didn’t answer, just looked at the ground and bit her lip.

“Alison’s gonna do whatever she wants, neither one of us can stop her,” laughed Geoff.

“Yeah, that’s probably true,” I said.

“So you understand that you can’t come to the bachelor party, right?” he said.

I gulped.  “Yes, I understand.

“Don’t worry, it will be a good swap, I assure you.”

“I hope so.”

“Cool.  Seeya, buddy.” And he hung up.

Alison was looking at me.

“Geoff said that I can’t come to the bachelor party.  It would ruin the vibe, I guess,” I said.

“Are you going to be OK with this, dear?” she asked me tenderly.

The thought of Maddy’s body filled my mind.  “Yes, dear, I will do my best.”

Alison bit her finger thoughtfully and turned away.  What a crazy situation.

***

The night of the bachelor party, Alison’s chubby friend Dana was over at the house, ruddy faced and frantic, the two were locked in the bedroom for hours.  When my wife emerged now and then, she was waving her sweaty palms.

“I’m as nervous as a school girl,” she laughed.

I felt the same way.  My cock stiffening whenever I picked the seductive Maddy peeling off her clothes for me.  Would she give me the same manual stimulation that she gave Geoff in the restaurant?

“Honey, remember.  I truly truly love you, and I am SO SO grateful that you are letting me do this,” said Alison when all her bags were packed and the Uber was waiting out front.  I looked at her in her sequined stripper gown, corset accentuated her hourglass figure, narrow waist, big boobs, wide hips, high slit up the side, showing off those amazing legs, a bit of white thigh peeking out above the top of her fishnets, long black stripper gloves covering her pale arms to the bicep.  And I wished that I could be there to watch her.

“You look amazing,” I told her earnestly.  And she gave me a peck on the cheek and was walking away.  I watched her ass swaying back and forth in the tight dress with interest until the door closed behind her.  I texted Maddy that the coast was clear as we had agreed, and I went to pour myself a drink and wait for her.  My own palms felt sweaty with anticipation and my stomach was full of butterflies. I nearly leapt from my chair when the doorbell rang.  I ran to get it and found Maddy there in a long brown trenchcoat, only a bit of stocking clad ankle visible. I ushered her inside.

“Hey, uh, I’m glad you could make it,” I stammered.

“Ha, I’ll bet.”  Her eyes were twinkling with merriment as she held her trenchcoat closed with one hand.  She took the bourbon from my hands with her other hand and drank it down. Then she tossed the empty glass aside, sending it bouncing across the thick shag carpet of our living room and took me by the hand, lead me to the couch and pushed me suddenly back down upon it.

Without another word, she pulled open her trenchcoat and revealed that she had nothing on beneath it but a lacy black bra, and panties, thigh high stockings, and high heels.

“How does this work for you?” she asked sweetly as she discarded the coat.

“Um, works great,” I said.  I felt my penis stiffen instantly at the side of her white young flesh, so fresh and tender.  I could see her hard nipples through her transparent bra, her flat navel and silky thighs called out to me to stroke them.

“Have you got a boner yet?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah,” I laughed nervously.

“Let me see,” she urged, looking at the admittedly modest bulge in my crotch with interest.

“Wow, I don’t know,” I balked.  This all seemed to be going so fast.  I had not shown my cock to any woman beside my wife in over twenty years and I was feeling bashful.

Maddy casually unhooked her bra and cast it aside.  “Come on, don’t play hard to get with me,” she giggled.  “Want to feel my boobies in you face?” She dangled her luscious soft tits right in my face, their gentle weight pressed on my cheeks as she gripped my shoulders to steady herself.  I turned my head and felt one hard nipple brush past my lips, but somehow I lacked the nerve to suck on it and it passed out of reach.

Maddy stood back and held her round milky orbs in her hands, pinched those amazing pink nipples and pouted.  “What’s the matter, don’t you like me?” she asked.

“This is all just so intense,” I said. My mouth was bone dry and my cock was straining in my pants.

“Here, I will show you pussy if you show me your dick,” she offered.  And the shameless girl pulled her panties right off and flashed that gorgeous trimmed, light brown bush for me.  She even reached down between her legs and spread her labia so I could see some pink. She came so close I could smell her and I frantically unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my knees, letting my rather unimpressive erection come popping out.

“Oh,” she said, sounding disappointed when she saw my four inch boner.  Then she laughed. “That’s so cute. You have a little hardon for me.”

“Ha, uh, yeah.”

“Do you want to try to fuck me with that thing?” she asked, her cheeks dimpling sweetly as she stood nude before me, her nubile young womanhood on full display.

“I mean, that’s really not what I was expecting,” I said.  My mind was reeling. Could this really be happening?

“Are you sure?” she asked.  She came and straddled me, lowered herself down until the head of my cock was nudging up against her hairy pussy lips.  I reached up and gripped her waist and was about to pull her down unto me, when she gave a giggle and leapt back up.

“You have to catch me first,” she laughed and ran off.  I stood to try to follow her, but my pants were tangled around my ankles and I fell right down and banged my nose hard on the side table.  I went from full on horny to seeing stars in two seconds. My face was numb for a moment, then my nose turned cold and pain came rushing in.  I climbed to my knees, my poor pecker limp now and exposed, reached up, felt the blood dripping from my nostrils.

Maddy gave a cry and came running over to help me.  “Oh my god, what happened, Sam?”

“I banged my nose somehow,” I groaned.

She helped me up, her bare boob brushing my arm as she put me back onto the couch and pulled my pants back up for me.  Her amazing tits dangling, I refrained from reaching out to grab them, and just watched in disappointment as she chastely buttoned up my trousers for me.

“Oh my gosh, this really was too much for you, honey,” she said.  She bent down to grab her coat and I saw her swollen cunt lips from behind, poking out between those sweet, sweet thighs, and I sighed with longing.  But she wrapped herself back up in that long brown coat, covering her nakedness and went and sat on a chair across the room.

“I thought we might try to have a little fun, but I guess that was a bad idea,” she said.

“I mean, I thought you were just going to do a strip tease, like my wife is doing for Geoff, not go all the way.”

“Well of course, she is going to go all the way with Geoff, silly.  Strippers always do, and besides she has something to prove,” said Maddy.  She had a big smile on her face and was twirling one high heeled foot excitedly.

“You mean you expect my wife to fuck your husband and you aren’t jealous?”

“Oh, no, she is no threat to me, even if she fucks him.  I’m young and fertile, I’m not afraid of her.”

“Well, I mean, she technically is still fertile, she hasn’t reached menopause,” I said in my wife’s defense.

Maddy waved her young fertile hand dismissively, “But she is too old to give Geoff babies.  That’s all that matters.” She noticed the look on my face. “I think our generation is a little less uptight about sex than yours is, and a little more keyed into certain realities.”  She paused and looked at me. “It would have been interesting to fuck that little penis of yours. Geoff has been stretching me out with his huge thing. Your wife is going to be in for a surprise.”

“Nice.  But my wife is not going to fuck Geoff.”  I felt a little less confident the moment the words were out of my mouth.  Maybe she would. I wished I hadn’t tripped over my damn pants. I might be getting some fertile pussy myself right now.  Instead blood was dripping down from my nostrils onto my shirt.

Maddy’s eyes flashed. She showed me all her pearly whites.  “Want to bet?” She jumped up and came over to pull me to my feet.   “Come on, let’s go over there and see.”

I hesitated.  “But won’t that break up the party when the bride to be and the stripper’s husband show up?”

“We can hide in the bushes and peek in through the window,” she giggled.

“Oh my god,” I said.  But I had to know. So twenty minutes later, there Maddy and I were, crouched in the bushes outside the living room window of Geoff’s large home in Berkeley’s exclusive Elmwood neighborhood.

We peeked in the window to see that Geoff was sitting on a chair set in the middle of the room, all the other chairs and couches were arranged in a circle around him and most of our male friends were sitting there.  A bunch of empty bottles gave evidence that everyone was already drunk. Dana and my wife were dancing before Geoff. Dana was already stripped down, practically nude, wearing only tassels on her nipples and a tiny pink heart somehow pasted over her crotch.  I was surprised at how sexy she looked. She was fat but smooth and well built with huge tits and a giant ass which retained some shape to it. Alison still had a bra and some tiny panties on along with her gloves and fishnets. She was moving in sinewy motion, wiggling her hips back and forth.

The windows were cranked open a bit to let in the summer air, some modern R&B came pouring out instead of the archaic 60’s sax music she played when stripping for Brandon.  I was mesmerized by the way my wife worked her body, undulating her belly and thrusting her groin provocatively toward Geoff as the men were all converted to monkeys, hooting over the sound of the music.

Dana helped Alison unhook her bra and her big white tits came pouring out, big pink nipples fully exposed, no pasties attached.  All the men went into an uproar and Maddy was giggling beside me.

“Your wife does have amazing tits still,” she laughed.  “Makes up for the pot belly.”

But no one was paying attention to the bit of flab around my wife’s middle as she swung he big tits back and forth.  I watched in sick fascination as all of my close friends got a nice look at my wife’s bare chest. Then she came close to Geoff and he wasted no time and grabbed them and started sucking her nipples while she covered her mouth in mock surprise.

I felt a little like puking as I watched Geoff squeezing my pretty little wife’s big knockers, licking and sucking on them to his heart’s delight while all of my friends watched.  It was so humiliating, but I still felt a boner growing in my pants as I watched.

Then Alison pulled away and began wriggling out of her panties. Again, no little merkin hid her womanhood, and her neatly trimmed bush was on display for all to see.  She turned around and let everyone look at her nice round white ass too, perfectly curved, with well defined cheeks. My pal Simon from work couldn’t help himself and he came up and grabbed my wife’s butt and felt her up until Dana ushered him back to his seat and stuck her boobs in his face to motorboat as a consolation prize.  It was clear that Alison’s dance was meant for Geoff first and foremost. I watched in shock as my wife, naked now but for her stockings and gloves, knelt before Geoff and unzipped his fly to release his massive boner. Maddy wasn’t kidding, it was at least 8 inches long and Alison gasped at the sight of it. She held it in her gloved hand and stroked it, miming her delight and amazement to the onlookers as she worked his big chunk of meat.

“There she goes,” whispered Maddy, nudging me in the ribs as my wife’s head went down and she started sucking his cock.  The music paused, the room was silent for a moment before, the beat dropped and everyone started shouting in amazement. All our friends cheering as my wife sucked off our pal Geoff in front of everyone.  I felt something shriveling inside me, but my cock stayed hard. Up and down on his cock, she sucked.

“She can’t get enough of that dong,” teased Maddy, but I shushed her.

The world seemed to go into slow motion as Alison climbed slowly to her feet and straddled Geoff, her furry bush descending down onto her straining cock.  We all watched as the tip of Geoff’s dick stabbed into my wife and she cried out in pleasure, cradled his head in her arms, buried his face in her naked bosom.

Finally, Maddy’s cook snapped.  “Wait, he doesn’t have a condom on, he promised he would wear a condom.”  She turned to me, her face a mask of anger. “Is she on the pill or IUD?”

“Uh, no…”

“That fucker!” shouted Maddy and she scampered out of the bushes and in through the back door with me hot on her heels.  I didn’t want Geoff to knock up my wife any more than Maddy did.

No one seemed to noticed when Maddy and I burst into the room.  Everyone was busy watching my wife slide up and down on Geoff’s thick pole, slick with her juices as Geoff gripped her big butt and slurped on her nipples.

There was a bit of confusion when Maddy came and physically pulled Alison off of Geoff.  And the guys noticed me too and many of them looked chagrined. But Alison just pushed Maddy away and lay back on the floor, spreading her legs, inviting Geoff to mount her missionary style.

Geoff looked from his own livid fiance standing before him to my wife’s wet pink snatch open, offered so freely while his own cock bobbed, still wet from fucking, yearning to reunite.

“Baby, come on, we had an agreement,” said Geoff as he got down onto the ground and climbed on top of my woman, eager to receive him.

He and Alison both gasped as his big cock slid home.

“But you aren’t wearing a condom!” whined Maddy, stamping her foot in frustration.

No one paid attention to her as Geoff worked up steam, his thrusts into my wife slowly building momentum until he was pounding away on her.  I watched as he pinned my willing wife’s arms above her head, watching from behind as his big hairy balls slapped my woman’s ass.

Alison was moaning in abandon now.  I looked over to see that Simon had gotten Dana’s pasties and merkin off of her, had her down on all fours,  and was fucking the fat housewife from behind as he watched Geoff owning my wife. Good thing Dana’s husband had to work that afternoon and wasn’t here to be humiliated the way I was

Geoff gave a moan and we could all see his balls pulsating as he emptied his load inside my wife.  Maddy gave a shriek and pulled him off of Alison.

“Don’t you dare cum inside her, she could get pregnant!” she screamed.

“Too late,” he grunted, shoving his little future bride aside, his cock spray spurts of hot jizz into my wife’s bush as Alison greedily grabbed at his ejaculating cock and guided it back inside her.  She seemed to climax as he ground his pelvis bone against her clit, filling her with as much of his seed as he could.

Maddy was so frustrated, she kicked him right in the nuts from behind, which finally got his attention.

He rolled over and curled into fetal position as his furious wife harangued him.  She had forgotten to hold her coat closed and we all had a nice view of her naked body.  She was hot when she was angry.

“Sorry baby, I never meant for you to see this,” cooed my wife as she lay there, full of Geoff’s cum.

“Right, you wanted to DO it, just not have me see it,” I said.  But I was too shocked to even be angry. I even watched with equanimity as Tom from my office drunkenly bent down and stuck his erect penis right into my wife’s mouth.  She gagged for a moment, but soon started stroking it an sucking it for him. She was a good sport about it. And pretty soon our neighbor Ed rolled her over and fucked her from behind while she sucked off Tom and before long, half the guys I knew had either fucked my wife and cum inside her or gotten sucked off by her.  She was utterly coated in jizz by the end of the night and everyone patted me on the back and congratulated me on being so open minded and having such a sexy wife. But I was just numb and watched the whole thing as though in a dream.

Oddly, after that fiasco, Maddy still married Geoff.  She seemed determined not to allow Alison to break up their marriage.  And Alison, not to outdone, kept trying. She spent half of her nights with Geoff, fucking him in front of Maddy, or in a threesome with Maddy, and even had his child, which at 45 was ridiculously dangerous.  I was the laughing stock of all our circles, but somehow couldn’t bring myself to divorce her. Even after the video of the bachelor party orgy made its way onto Facebook and everyone in my family saw it. I just sort of accepted my humiliation.  At least Alison had finally proven her fertility and I sort of enjoyed being a father for the first time, even if the entire world knew that Geoff Jr. wasn’t really my son.

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Wife Judges Erection Angles

By Gustav Jorgenson

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

“Wowee, you look swell!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Quite an imperial location,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s that?” asked my wife.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No thank you,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

“So I hear,” I said.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh, oh,” said Tommy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?!” I shouted in disbelief.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Elaine!”  I shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just a little,” she objected.

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

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

“Mostly good?”

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

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

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

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

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

“No…”

“Yes…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?” I asked.

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

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

“Honey, what are we doing?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

Tommy gulped and his tentpole rose to attention.

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

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

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

“Ma’am?”

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

“Looking might fit, ma’am.”

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

“Uh, that’s nice,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

“Elaine,” I said, my hardon raging.

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

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

“I think so, ma’am,” he said.

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

“Elaine,” I moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Honey…”  I looked around with trepidation.

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok, just one kiss,” allowed Elaine.  

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

“Hey, he’s cheating,” I said.

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

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

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

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

“Oh!” she gasped.

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

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

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

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

“Let her go Jessie,” warned Tommy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh…” said Tommy.

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

“Ma’am…”

“Not poke your finger into my pussy, nevermind that nasty juice soldier, just poke it…oh, yes, Tommy, yes, that’s it.  Again, baby, deeper.”

“Ma’am…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh, sloppy thirds?” I laughed.

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

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

 

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Wife Likes to Be Naked Around Husband’s Friends

By Gustav Jorgenson

My wife has always been the kind of person who hates wearing clothes if she doesn’t have to.  She’s always walking around the house naked. I felt that her exhibitionism was sort of a turn on, but sometimes I complained, like when she paraded around nude with the drapes open while the Mexican landscapers were working on the yard.  We had quite an argument about that when I came home from work one day and found the workers neglecting the bushes in the yard as they peered through our livingroom window at my wife’s exposed bush as she sauntered around in plain view inside.  But she just laughed me off when I complained and said “Oh, let them get their jollies if they want. What do I care? They work hard, they deserve to take a break now and then.” I guess she just likes the attention.

So I shouldn’t have been too surprised when I found my wife naked in the living room watching television just moments before my buddies were supposed to arrive to watch the game on TV.

“Jesus, Julia, the guys are going to be here any minute, can’t you go throw something on?” I pleaded.  I looked at my watch with trepidation.

“Why do I always have to bend over backwards for your buddies when they come over?” she complained with a pout, sticking her hands between her knees in that cute way which made her big white boobs just out invitingly.

“No one’s asking you to bend over backwards, you just need to get dressed,” I said, gazing distractedly at my wife’s hard pink nipples.  She was naked all the time, but I never got tired of seeing her gorgeous body.

“I don’t feel like getting dressed,” she whined, sticking out her lower lip.

“Christ, are you drunk, or what?” I asked, noticing her empty glass and bottle of wine on the side table.  “You can’t hang around naked in front of my pals.”

“I’m not that drunk,” she insisted, but her cheeks did seem more rosy than normal.  “And why can’t I hang out naked in my own damn house. It’s a free country!”

“What, do you want all my friends to see you naked?” I asked, feeling oddly aroused at the thought.

“Oh, well, it wouldn’t be the first time.  Christ practically everyone has seen me naked over the years.  Remember Susie’s pool party?”

“Yeah, I remember, but that was just a quick flash when you streaked from the pool back to the house.  That’s not like this, sitting around for hours while all my pals get sauced up and ogle your body.”

“Look at you!  You’re getting excited by the very thought of it,” laughed my wife pointing a finger at me. “Besides, everyone’s going to be watching the game.  I might have nice tits, but this is the playoffs, after all.”

Just then the doorbell rang and I sighed with exasperation.  “Look, they are here now! Why are you being like this?” I demanded.

“Because I’m a kinky little wife, aren’t I?  And you know you love me for it,” she said, casually spreading her legs and giving me a nice view of her neatly trimmed snatch.  “I can’t wait to see the looks on their faces,” she giggled.

 

“Oh fuck,” I hissed as I strode to the front door.  As kinky and exciting as the idea seemed to me, I didn’t really have the guts to go through with it.   I didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of all my friends. I pulled open the door and found my pals Thomas, Richard, and Harold on my doorstep.  They smiled at me and practically bowled me over as they tried to push their way inside, but I didn’t budge and blocked the doorway. “We have a problem, guys.”

“Don’t worry, we brought more beer,” said Thomas, holding up a case of Trumer Pils.

“No, you see, Julia’s being stubborn and won’t put her clothes on,” I explained.  “We can’t watch the game here.”

“But you have the best TV and besides, we don’t have time to go somewhere else, the game’s gonna start in 5 minutes,” said Richard tapping his wrist.

“Didn’t she know we were coming over?” asked Harold with confusion.

“No, she knew, I told her,” I said looking over my shoulder at my wife on the couch.

“Oh, for chrissake, let them in, honey,” called Julia.  “Don’t be such a prude about it.”

“Uh, what do you mean, she wants us to come in and see her naked?” asked Thomas, glancing over at Richard with a nervous laugh.

“Oh man, that Julia,” laughed Richard.  “Remember Susie’s pool party?”

“I know, I know, she’s really fun at parties, but this is going a bit far, fellas,” I said as my pals shifted impatiently on the doorstep.  “I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”

“If she doesn’t want to put clothes on, maybe we can ask her to go in the other room?” suggested Harold lamely.

Suddenly my wife appeared behind me, completely naked with a big grin on her face.  Her boobs were still bouncing from having sprinted to the door. “Will you guys get in here?  The game is starting any minute. Stop being such goody-goodies about it.” She stretched her arms above her head  and winked at Harold lewdly. “I can’t believe that a group of grown men is incapable of dealing with one naked little wife.  Where have the red-blooded Americans gone?”

“I don’t think my wife would be too thrilled if she found out,” gulped Harold eyeing my wife’s pale hourglass figure up and down.

“Well then, we won’t tell her then, will we Harry?” giggled my wife, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him inside.

“Yeah, game’s starting soon, we can argue about this later,” agreed Richard pushing past me.

“Sorry buddy, I think you are overruled,” said Thomas, gazing at my wife’s bare back and plump round buttocks as she lead Harold to the couch.

“This is totally fucked up,” I said, glancing up and down the street to make sure the neighbors didn’t see anything before closing the door.

“I think I like your wife’s sense of hospitality,” chortled Richard, giving me a vulgar wag of his eyebrows.

“This is pretty perverted,” muttered Thomas as he opened the case of beer and started passing bottles around.

“I know, I’m a very bad wife,” said Julia.  “Maybe someone will need to spank me later.”

“Julia! Come on!” I griped looking at my pals with embarrassment.  But the game was starting and they just dropped into seats around the living room with their eyes fixed on the television.

“See,” whispered my wife.  “I told you. They are more interested in the game than my body.  I’ll just take these extra beers and put them in the fridge. You want some snacks?”

“Sure, thanks, dear,” I said.  But it was pretty strange to see my naked wife obediently serving my friends and I as we watched the game.

I noticed a few eyes flick away from the action on the screen when my wife came back with a tray of chips and dip, her succulent knockers dangling down as she bent over to put the tray on the coffee table.  But for the most part, my friends focused on the game and didn’t really ogle my wife much. When the first commercial break came we fell into an intense discussion, arguing about the poor performance of our top stars while my wife sat there smirking on the couch, practically invisible in spite of her nudity.

As the game progressed and more beers were consumed, I could sense my wife’s growing frustration that the guys weren’t paying much attention to her.  I mean, they would glance at her boobs now and then or look at the butt when she bent over in front of them to pick up some fallen chip or bottle cap, but then they would glance over at me guiltily and avert their eyes.  At least that’s how Harold and Thomas acted. Richard started running his eyes up and down my wife’s body more and more boldly as he got drunker. And it annoyed me that she seemed pleased when she caught him gawking at her figure.  She even gave her shoulders a shake now and then to get her boobs jiggling for him.

During one commercial break about halfway through the game, my wife decided to turn it up a notch to get a little more attention.  She spread her legs wide and started stroking her pussy, pulling her labia apart and exposing her pink twat as we all talked excitedly about the recent turnaround in the game as our team was coming back from a big deficit.

Richard noticed Julia’s self-administration first and just stared for a moment open mouthed.  She regarded him calmly as she spread her pussy lips open for him.

“What are you looking at Richard?” she asked innocently, thrusting her crotch upward slightly for emphasis.

“You know,” he told her simply, sweat beading on his brow as she ran her fingers through her pubic hair.

“Do you guys think my bush is too shaggy?” she asked with a mischievous grin.  “Should I shave it off? What do you think Harold?”

“Come on, Julia, cut the shit,” I stammered, watching my buddies nervously as they gaped at my wife’s vagina, spread open for display.

“I mean it’s, no, I like it,” said Harold.

“You like my pussy hairy, Harry?” giggled my wife, fingering herself shamelessly as Harold gulped.

“I don’t like a shaved pussy,” said Richard.  “I like the way you keep yours. A little hair but not too bushy.”

“Can we talk about something else?” I asked with annoyance.

But my wife was delighted to finally be getting some attention from my pals.  “Sorry honey, but isn’t it sort of hot for me to show off my cunt like this? I mean, it’s making me pretty wet.”  She inserted a finger into her hole and then slavered the juice up onto her clitoris as she started diddling her nub while we all watched in fascination.

“I agree, this is fucking hot,” said Richard. gripping the crotch of his pants as he leered at my wife masturbating herself.  She was leaning way back on the couch with her boobs pushed skyward by her upper arms as she fondled her crotch with both hands.

The game came back on, but no one was paying attention as my wife masturbated wildly on the couch, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright with excitement.  I felt my own cock grow hard but my stomach was cold with jealousy at how scandalously my wife was exhibiting herself for my friends.

“You can’t just finger your goddamn cunt in front of everyone like that, Julia!” I exclaimed.  I was so drunk at this point that specks of spittle were flying from my mouth as I practically shouted at my wife.  “Show some goddamn modesty.”

“Ha, you knew what kind of woman I was when we first started dating.  Remember the time my girlfriends and I stripped topless for you and your frat buddies?  That was hot.” That had been fucking hot, and when I had seen Julia naked like that all those years ago, I was determined to make her mine.  She had such a hot body and was so confident, that I found her irresistible. “Yeah, but now that we are married, you need to cool it with that shit,” I said.

“Is it time for my spanking yet?” she asked me with a smile and then she flipped over onto her stomach, arching her back as she stuck her ass in the air, offering it to me so I could spank it.  “I have been very naughty. I think I need to be punished.”

“Oh Jesus!” I said, gazing with lust at my wife’s round ass and her swollen labia peeking out between her soft white thighs.

“Come on, spank me,” she coaxed, reaching back and parting her labia again so that we were treated to the sight of her pink snatch in addition to her gorgeous ass.

“I’m not going to spank you in front of my buddies like this,” I said, looking over at Richard nervously as the sweat poured down his forehead.  His mouth hung open slightly as he gripped his dong and ogled my wife’s ass and cunt on display.

“Well, someone ought to spank me, I’m being pretty bad,” she said.  “Hey Richard, do you want to do it?” She looked back at Richard and batted her eyelashes at him provocatively, her cheek pressed against the couch cushions as she kept her ass lifted in the air.

“Yeah, you’re a dirty girl alright, you need a spanking,” he said, standing up eagerly and approaching my wife.

“Cut the shit Richard,” I yelped in frustration as he prepared to spank my wife and she wriggled her rear in excited anticipation.

“You’ve wife’s behavior is getting out of hand, someone needs to show her who’s boss,” said Richard.

“Yeah, but that’s her husband’s job, not yours,” said Harrold.  I shot him a look of gratitude for sticking up for me.

“Aww, come on, this isn’t about punishment.  It’s sexual play,” snorted Thomas. “Julia wants a spanking because it will turn her on and she asked Richard to do it for her.  I say let him spank her, who cares? It’s all in good fun,” Thomas kept his eyes fixed on my wife’s pink snatch the entire time and he looked like he would love to stick his face right in there and start slurping on her twat.

“That’s not true, Thomas, I do need to be punished, this is serious,” insisted my wife, with a devilish grin.  She wiggled her butt for Richard some more and he couldn’t help himself, he hauled off a gave her a good smack on the rump with made her shriek in surprise and the guys all started laughing at the look on her face.  Even I had to join in a little, though I was still uncomfortable with this whole thing. “Oooh, that smarts. Do it again,” purred my wife, her ass cheeks already reddening from the last smack he gave her. She spread her pussy even wider for him as she offered her ass for another blow.  But this time Richard just patted her lightly on the back of her thighs right where her cunt was poking through. “Hmm, yeesss,” she said. And then he went further and stuck his hand between her thighs, grabbing her cunt in his hand and squeezing it, making her moan with pleasure.

“Bad, wife, bad wife,” he mumbled as he slipped his middle finger right between her pussy lips and started fingering my wife furiously while I watched.

“That’s enough!” I shouted and I jumped to my feet and pulled Richard physically away from my wife.  “You can’t fucking finger my wife like that Richard, that’s bullshit.”

“Oh, shit, sorry man,” he said, wiping  his face and accidentally smearing my wife’s juices all over his face.  “I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I guess I got carried away. I mean her cunt was just wide open like that.”

“Don’t get mad at Richard, I liked it!” chirped my wife with her ass still in the air.  ‘“This is hot. I want someone to fuck me now.”

“Julia, get a grip on yourself, what are you saying?” I gasped, aghast and titillated by the suggestion.

“I’m saying I want one of you guys to whip your cock out and put it in me right now.  Whoever is man enough to do it,” she said. “I don’t care who it is, I’m horny as fuck and I need to get dicked.”

Even Richard was shocked at this suggestion and we exchanged a look of amazement.  

Thomas sputtered for a moment and said, “Ok, well, this has obviously gone past the point of harmless play.  Maybe we should be going now.”

“I don’t think so,” said Harold, surprising us all as he stood up and unzipped his fly.  “The only gentlemanly thing to do is to honor the lady’s request.” And I stood and watched, utterly dumbfounded as my geeky pal Harold whipped out his rather mediocre looking erection, walked over behind my wife and sank it right into her waiting snatch.  Harold of all people. The meekest guy I knew. And my wife loved it.

“Oh Harold! Yes, I didn’t think you had the stones, but there you go, ugh, ugh, wow, yeah, do it, do it,” she moaned and whimpered as I watch Harold banging away on my wife from behind, fucking the shit out of her while I stared, paralyzed by this utterly unexpected development.

“Wow, uh, Harry is really going to town on your wife,” said Thomas, as amazed as I was.

“Yup, I guess you got to watch the quiet ones,” said Richard shaking his head as we all watched Harry humping away on my wife and making her call out loudly in passion.  Then Richard turned to me and slapped my shoulder. “Hey, idiot, are you just stand there watching Harry do you wife like that? You yanked me off her and I did was finger her snatch a little.  You ought to punch Harry right in the mouth.”

“Don’t! Don’t not yet, I’m about to cum, wait until he’s done, oh shit,” grunted my wife, and I watched as she gave that little shiver, and I knew that she just climaxed.  “Ok, you can punch him now,” she said.

“Hey!” yelped Harold as he continued dogging her.  “Just for that I’m not pulling out, I’m coming right inside you, you harlot.”

“Do it, I don’t care,” she laughed.

“I’m cuming, I’m cumming,” he shouted proudly as he spurted what was likely an unremarkable load inside my wife.

“I, uh, I know I should be mad and I should probably punch him, but shit, this is Harold we are talking about,” I said scratching my head in confusion. “I mean, he’s the biggest nerd I’ve ever met.  How can I punch this guy?”

“You say I’m a nerd, but I was the only one man enough to fuck your wife when she challenged us!” insisted Harold, pulling his shriveled prick out of my wife and raising his index finger to make his point.

“Whatever, Harold,” I laughed, looking at my pathetically dorky pal.  “Your glasses are so steamed up, I can’t see your eyes to tell if you are kidding or not.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of hard to take Harold seriously even after he totally just fucked your woman,” said Richard.   “But really, you need to reign her in a little, she’s gonna make a cuckold out of you if you don’t watch her.” Then he turned and slapped her ass again playfully, making her yelp in surprise again.

Just then there was a roar from the crowd on the television and we all realized that our team had pulled ahead in the final moments of the game and somehow that became the most important thing.  The next thing I knew we were all cheering and giving each other high fives. Julia had disappeared in the interim.

After our celebration of the home team’s victory, I accompanied my pals to the door and shook hands all around.

“Well, we finally did it this year, we are going to the finals, baby,” Richard said throwing his hands in the air gleefully.

“And there was that thing with Julia,” said Thomas rubbing his head.  “Uh, hey Harold, you never apologized for that.”

“Why should I?  I’m not sorry. That was the best sex I’ve had in years.  Her vagina was extremely pleasurable,” said Harold indignantly.  He turned to me and said, “She told one of us to do it!”

I just shook my head and laughed, “Ok, Harold, ok, I know, I know.  I don’t blame you.”

And then my friends were gone and I was shaking my head ruefully and there was Julia coming out of the bathroom with a towel on her head and nothing else on.  Her naked body was moist and tender, fresh from the shower.

“That was awesome, we should have your friends over more often,” she said with a mischievous grin.

I didn’t slap her like I wanted to, I just smirked at her and started to wonder how many other guys she had let fuck her since we had been married.  She has plenty of opportunities while I was at work. I thought about all the delivery men and then those damn immigrant landscapers, and truth be told, my dick started getting hard again.  So I threw her on the couch as she yelled and laughed and I fucked the shit out her myself, because it’s exciting to have a dirty whore of a wife, isn’t it? I wasn’t going to let the other guys have ALL the fun with my wife.

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Swinger Wife Training

By Gustav Jorgenson

Jimmy and Lucy had been living next door to us just a few weeks before they invited us over for drinks. When Lucy answered the door in a super short, thin white slip I gasped at the sight of her bare legs and her bouncy boobs.  Her nipples were poking through the thin material and she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. She was petite with a great body, big boobs, shapely hips, thin legs, narrow waist, her short blonde hair was spiky as though she had just gotten out of bed.

“Oh my gosh, Lucy, are we too early?” asked my wife Erin.  “You aren’t even dressed yet.” She was holding the bottle of wine we had brought.

Lucy grinned at her.  “Oh, do I need to get dressed?” she asked.  She turned to me. “Don’t you think I look Ok like this, Tom?”  She stood up on her tiptoes and smoothed the hem of her slip down which barely covered her crotch.

I gulped and looked at my wife.  Her mouth was hanging open in shock.  First she stared at me then at Lucy’s broad smile.  Her brow furrowed. I could see a lot going on in her mind. Lucy just waited, hands on her bare thighs, smiling at us.  After a moment Erin seemed to figure something out and she broke out in nervous laughter.

“Oh, Erin, you are terrible.  Are you flirting with my husband?”

Lucy put a finger in her mouth and gave Erin a bashful look.  “Maybe a little?” Then she noticed the wine. “Ooh, wine, we love wine, let me go open this.”  She grabbed the wine and ran off back into her house. I could see a flash of the bottom of her bare round butt cheeks poking out below the hem of her slip.

“She’s not wearing any panties!” I exclaimed.

“Unbelievable,” said Erin.  She shook her head but had a bemused smile.  “Now don’t you get any ideas, mister. You are MY husband.”  She punched me on the arm, but not too hard.

“No, of course not,” I said.  “Should we even stay?”

“They are our new next door neighbors, Tom,” said Erin, as though that explained everything.

Jimmy came walking down the hall dressed in an expensive grey business suit with a red power tie.  He was VP of Sales at a tech company. Tall, good looking, dark hard parted to the side, he projected a sense of authority offset by his easy smile.  He was favoring us with that bright white smile now, brilliant veneers flashing, arms spread wide in welcome

“Tom!  Erin! So good of you to come.  Come in, come in.” He engulfed my wife in a full body hug, which went on a little too long for my taste,  then held her at arm’s length, looking her up and down. Erin was wearing a modest flowery summer dress that came to her knees, her long brown hair back in a ponytail.  “You look marvelous.”

“Ha, well Lucy was starting to make me feel overdressed,” said Erin.  She looked up at Jimmy with a smile.

“Well, maybe we can correct that after a few drinks, eh, Tom?”  He winked at me and grabbed my hand in a crushing handshake.

“Heh, yeah, I’m… not really sure what you mean by that, Jim,” I said.  I didn’t like the way Jim was looking at my wife’s body, like he was sizing her up.

“Please, call me Jimmy.  Everyone calls me Jimmy,” he said.  He put his hands on our backs and ushered my wife and I inside.

“Ok, Jimmy,” said Erin.  She was looking up at him again.

We walked down a hallway decorated with native american pottery, pots with geometric patterns in reds and yellows, on rough hewn wooden stands against cream colored walls.   We were led to a huge living room with a sunken conversation pit in the center, all done in beige and brown. Big windows looking out onto the tasteful desert landscaping, green barked palo verde, purple flowering ironwood, teddy bear cholla with it’s adorable clusters of lime green spikes that look furry from a distance but will prick you terribly.  Scottsdale mountain rose majestically beyond, purple and gold in the sunset.

“Wow, beautiful view,” said my wife.  Though we had largely the same view at our place next door,, I had to admit, their landscaping was better.  It must have cost a fortune.

Lucy appear with glasses clutched in one hand, the open bottle of wine in the other, still in her tiny slip, boobs bouncing joyfully, bare legs carelessly exposed.  I felt my penis stirr in my trousers at the site of her. “Wine time!” she said cheerfully.

Jimmy watched my reaction.  “I think Tom likes your outfit, Luce,” he said, pronouncing it “loose” which seemed appropriate.

Lucy shrugged.  “Well, he hasn’t commented on it.”  She descended into the conversation pit put the glasses down on the big coffee table in the center, highly lacquered driftwood, swirls of brown and orange. The hem of her slip hiked up as she bent over and I looked at her pale white butt.  She glanced back at me and smiled. I felt my face getting hot and my erection growing.

“Lucy, you are so bad,” laughed Erin.  “Don’t try to entice my husband with this plump little butt.”  She raced down to join Lucy in the pit and spanked her bare ass cheek, making Lucy squeal and stand up quickly.

“Why, I just like to be comfortable, when I lounge around the house,” said Lucy, handing my wife a big glass of Pino Grigio, her eyes half lidded..  “Why don’t you make YOURself more comfortable?” She looked at my wife up and down. “Jimmy would like that.”

My wife took big gulp of wine, looking up at Jimmy over the rim of her glass.  “I bet he would.” SHe straightened up, jutting her chest out, ”But I’m not that sort of girl.”

“We’ll see.  You might change your tune after a few more drinks,” said Jimmy.  He licked his lips as he looked at my wife’s protruding boobs.

I coughed. “Ok, people, this is not quite what I had in mind for the evening.  Can we try to be a little more, uh, appropriate.”

Jimmy rolled his eyes, went down and grabbed a glass of wine..  “We are just entertaining our new neighbors with a few drinks. Please, come sit down.”  He motioned to me to join them in the pit. I hesitated for a moment, and Jimmy took the opportunity to guide my wife to a seat next to him.

Four greyish beige loveseats surrounded the coffee table in the center, enough room for two per seat.   Lucy sat on the next loveseat over from Jimmy and Erin, next to my wife. She patted the space next to her, motioning for me to join her.

I looked at Erin and she looked at me.  “Oh no, you little hussy, I don’t want you getting too close to my husband,” said Erin. “You have evil intent.”

“I’m not evil, I’m nice,” said Lucy with a pout.  “I’m just trying to be friendly.”

“By showing my husband your bare ass?  You call that friendly?” laughed Erin.

“Sure,” purred Lucy.  “I’m REALLY friendly.”

Jimmy laughed. “She sure is.”

“I’m uh, ok, over here,” I said, sitting across from Lucy, perpendicular to her husband.

Lucy sulked.  “You are no fun,” she said.

I reached forward and grabbed my wine.  “Uh, sorry.” I didn’t know what to make of these people.  I felt really aroused by Lucy, and I was afraid to sit too close to her for fear of what might happen.  Erin and I had been married for 15 years and we had a great relationship. I didn’t want to risk that.

“So, where did you folks move here from?” asked my wife.  She leaned forward and poured herself to another glass of wine.  She sure finished that first glass quickly. It almost seemed that she was TRYING to get drunk.

“San Francisco,” said Lucy.  She leaned forward to pour herself another glass as well and I could see down the front of her shirt, her big milky boobs dangling inside her slip.  She looked up and caught me looking and winked at me.

My boner was growing painful in my pants.

My wife noticed the exchange..  “Honey, stop looking at Lucy’s boobs.  I can see where your eyes are pointing.”  Then she turned to Jimmy. “San Francisco, huh?  There is a lot of, uh, what do they call it there?  Polyamory? Wife swapping, all sorts of kinky stuff happens there.”

“Yes.  Yes, it does, Erin,” said Jimmy.  He put his arm around my wife’s shoulders and she stiffened.

“Uh, watch yourself, mister,” she said.  She took Jimmy by the hand and unwrapped it from around her.  “I’m not a harlot, like YOUR wife seems to be.”

Lucy laughed good-naturedly.  “Maybe not a harlot, but you ARE pretty hip, Erin.  How did you hear about polyamory?” She seemed delighted.

“Oh, there was an article about it in Vogue last month,” said my wife.  She leaned forward unsteadily to pour herself yet another glass. I looked down at my own drink, only half finished and I felt nervous.

I tried to change the subject.  “Yeah, that’s a really hot real estate market, isn’t it?  You must have made a bundle when you sold your home there.”

Jimmy furrowed his brow in confusion.  “Oh, we didn’t sell our condo in SF. We are keeping both places.  This is our new winter home.”

“We are snowbirds!” exclaimed Lucy.  Then she paused. “Don’t you and Erin have a second home?”

“Oh, no, we couldn’t afford that on Tom’s salary,” said my wife.  I didn’t like the way she put it. Like I was too inadequate to make the big bucks the way Jimmy did.

Lucy frowned and looked at me skeptically.  “Why? What do you do for a living, Tom?”

“Now, now, honey,” said Jimmy.  “That’s a gauche thing to ask. Don’t put Tom on the spot like that.”  I felt ashamed to make less money than Jimmy and jealous that he had enough class not to rub it in.

“Hmph,” said Lucy.  She looked at me with a bit of a sneer on her face.

“Don’t be like that, honey,” Jimmy told his wife.  “It’s not the size of a man’s bank account that matters.”  He reached between his legs and adjusted himself. My wife watched him in shock and my stomach felt cold.  Jimmy had an erection that was forming a big bulge in his pants and my wife was staring at it.

“Well, I like men who have both.  Financial assets and other assets, um, down there,” said Lucy. Jimmy broke out laughing and even I chuckled a bit at the joke.

Erin was still looking at Jimmy’s bulge as he fingered it. “Ugh, how RUDE!  Look at you, playing with that huge member of yours. That’s no way to act in front of a lady.”

“It’s not really bigger than average,” said Jimmy.  He squeezed the bulge, testing it.

“It’s just super hard,” added Lucy.  “Jimmy’s testosterone is really high and I think that’s what makes his erections so hard.”  She looked at my wife. “Really, really hard.”

“So I see,” said Erin.  She was still inspecting his thing.

“Can we change the subject?” I asked.  I didn’t like how my wife was watching Jimmy finger his rock hard bulge.  Like she wanted to help him with it. It made my guts feel funny, sort of twisted up.

“Shush you,” said Lucy.  She pointed a finger at me and then spread her legs so that I could look right up her slip and see the light brown fur of her vagina.  My mouth dropped open and I felt my pulse quicken, my penis was getting hard again. Lucy smile with satisfaction at my reaction.

Erin was aghast.  “Thomas Patton, stop that at once!  Don’t stare at that little hussy’s snatch.”

“But, but, she’s showing me,” I stammered.  I pulled my eyes away from Lucy’s cunt on display with effort and looked my wife in the eye.  I couldn’t get a read on her expression, she seemed a bit annoyed, but also a little aroused.  Her cheeks were flushed from the wine and her eyes were glistening.

“I can tell there is no use trying to get that little minx Lucy to change her ways,” said my wife.  She leaned forward to pour herself another glass.

“That’s the truth,” laughed Jimmy.

Erin held up a finger as she drank from her glass.  Then she wiped her mouth sloppily with the back of her hand, totally uncharacteristic of her, usually so prim and proper.  “As I said, Lucy is slut, that’s just her nature.” Lucy giggled and spread her legs wider, I couldn’t help but look at her twat again.  “But you!” Erin flung her cardboard drink coaster at me in exasperation. “But you are my husband, you aren’t supposed to look at other women.”

“It IS sort of hard to ignore Lucy’s pussy when she puts it out there like that,” said Jimmy judiciously.  “I know from experience. A lot of guys have taken the offer.” He put his hand on my wife’s thigh and squeezed it.

Erin lifted his hand and put it back in his lap.  “Jeez you are like an octopus, mister,” she said. But she was looking at him with a big smile on her face. She didn’t seem too upset.  “Are you going to just let this fellow make advances on me, Tom?” She kept her eyes on Jimmy as she addressed me. “Or are you too busy staring at Lucy’s hoo-ha?”

Lucy laughed.  “Hoo-ha! That’s a good one.”  She parted her labia and I could see the glistening pink interior of her vaginal flower.  “Don’t listen to your wife, Tommy, come over her and feel how wet my hoo-ha is.”

“Come on Lucy, quit fooling around,” I said.  My mouth was dry and I drank the rest of my wine.

“Why?  What’s wrong with a little fooling around?” asked Jimmy.  He looked at me as he leaned down and started nibbling on my wife’s soft white neck.

Erin tilted her head away and moaned as Jimmy worked his way up her neck to the base of her chin, then sucked her ear lobe.  He put his arm around her waist.

“Hey!” I croaked, my pits were growing damp, and my cock was still hard from sight of Lucy’s juicy puss.

“Oh my gosh,” said Erin, she pushed Jimmy away.  He face was flushed. “He’s getting so fresh with me, Tommy!”

“Don’t you like it?” he asked.  He took my wife’s hand and looked her in the eye.  She didn’t resist, she let him hold her small pale hand in his big tanned mitt and gazed back at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“I think she likes it,” said Lucy.

“Hmm, maybe a little,” admitted Erin.

“You’re going to like this too,” said Jimmy.  He put my wife’s hand in his lap, resting it on the bulge in his pants.

“Jimmy, how dare you!” gasped my wife.  But she went ahead and gripped his dong in spite of her protest.

“For chrissake Erin!” I shouted.  “You bitch at me for just looking at Lucy, and there you are giving Jimmy a goddamn handjob.”

Erin withdrew her hand guiltily.  “He just took me by surprise. And it wasn’t a handjob, Tommy, I just squeezed it a little.”

“Just squeezed it a little!” I scoffed.  “What if I went over there and squeezed Lucy a little?”

Erin looked uncomfortable.

“Please do,” chirped Lucy.  “I’ve been trying to get you to for a while now.”

“Quiet, you hussy,” laughed my wife.  “Is there any more wine?”

“I’ll get some!” said Lucy and she jumped up and grabbed a bottle of red wine from the dry bar in the corner.

“You want more wine now,” I said raising my hand in exasperation.  “Don’t you think we should be leaving?”

“Oh stop being so dramatic,” said Lucy.  “Here, help me open this bottle, I need a strong man to pop my cork.”  Lucy pouted at me and handed me the bottle along with the opener. I couldn’t help staring at her bare legs.  They looked really nice and smooth, well formed. I felt my erection stiffen.

I took the bottle and started opening it.

“My hero,” cooed Lucy.  She reached out and grabbed my crotch.

“Hey now,” I yelped, the cork popping as I pulled away from the groping sex pot.

“Hey is right,” she said in surprise.  “Is this a penis or a pencil? Is this all you’ve got for me?”  Lucy seemed annoyed.

“Play nice, Lucy,” said Jimmy.  “Pour us some wine.”

“He’s hardy got any cock at all,” whined his wife as she handed out the glasses.

“Wow, thanks a lot,” I said.  I could feel myself deflating.  But I accepted the glass of wine she offered anyway.

“Don’t be a little brat, Lucy.  Remember how I fucked that Hendricks woman?  You think I relished sticking my dick in that fat thing?  But I did it for you. So you could get your hands on her husband’s big black cock.  Now I feel like fucking Erin and you will just have to settle for Tommy’s offering. However modest it may be,” said Jimmy.  He raised his glass to me as if in apology.

“Um, you won’t be fucking Erin.  She is my wife, you know.” I felt lame as I said this, and decided to drink more wine.

“Pssh, you OWE it to your wife to let Jimmy fuck her.  I’m sure she could USE a proper reaming. You can’t be doing much for her with that  little ding-a-ling you are sporting down there,” said Lucy. But she said it in a playful way and lifted her nightie again to show me her pussy again.  I guess to take the sting off.

“Um, Tommy’s penis is, uh, nice,” said my wife, clearly flustered.

“I’ll show you something nice,” said Jimmy.  He stood before my wife and unzipped his fly.  I heard Erin gasp.

“You like that?” asked Jimmy.

“My god, it’s huge!” exclaimed my wife.  I watched as Jimmy thrust his big veiny boner in my wife’s face.

“What the fuck, man?” I shouted.

“Oh calm down and drink your wine,” muttered Lucy.  “I’ll come over there and service your little sausage in a minute.”

“Suck it,” said Jimmy.  He pushed his cock against my wife’s lips.

“I will not,” said Erin indignantly.  “Get that giant thing away from me. It’s like sticking a night stick in my face.”  He pushed Jimmy’s cock away.

“This is really going too far, man!” I said, standing up.

“Oh do, shut up, Tommy.  I’m trying to make your wife,” snapped Jimmy irritably.  He grabbed Erin’s head and pushed his dick into her mouth forcibly.  She waved her arms dramatically as it went in between her red lips.

“Jesus, what the fuck are you doing?  You are forcing her!” I cried.

“Look, Tommy, look at her sucking it.  Does it look like I’m forcing her?” he said.

Sure enough, Erin had one hand wrapped around his shaft as she ran her tongue around his swollen red glans.  She fished his huge sloppy nutsack out of his pants with her other hand and fondled it with enthusiasm. It was like a big hairy change purse in her hands.

“Erin, what the hell do you think you are doing?” I screamed.

“What? Oh shit, sorry honey,” said my wife.  She pulled her mouth off of Jimmy’s huge wang and looked at me blearily.   “I uh, am so drunk right now. And his penis is like, really big and stuff.  Look at it, it’s like, enormous and really really stiff.” I noticed that she kept his balls in her hands as she said this.

“I don’t want to look at Jimmy’s penis,” I told my wife patiently.  Especially since it was so much bigger than mine, I thought to myself.

“You people are impossible,” Jimmy said with frustration. He wrestled his massive dong back into his pants and my wife seemed disappointed.  He pulled out his phone. “Here, I’m calling an Uber to take us to Iris and Ivy for dinner.”

“Food!” shouted Lucy.  She thrust a fist into the air in triumph.  “Yes!”

Jimmy gestured to my wife.  “Put her into something presentable, will you dear?” he asked his wife.  He picked up his glass of wine and took a long satisfied drink.

“What’s wrong with how I’m dressed?” asked Erin.

“No fun!” shouted Lucy.  “Here come on, I will put you in something that will keep Jimmy’s dick hard.”  She took my wife’s hand and pulled her up off of the love seat.

“Uh,” I said loudly.

“Well, ok, I guess,” said Erin.  She was looking at Jimmy’s bulge, not at me.

“Honey!” I shouted.

“Don’t you want dinner, dear?” she asked sweetly as Lucy led her away.

“Well, yes, I guess so,” I admitted.

“How are you holding up, boss?” asked Jimmy amicably after the girls were gone.  

“This is very confusing,” I admitted.

“Lucy will let you fuck her, don’t worry,” he said.  “But you have to be rough with her. You know, grab her hair and stick her face in the pillow.  She likes that borderline rape stuff. You can’t mince around with her.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not sure if I can do that,” I said.

Jimmy looked at me for a moment.

“You are going to fuck my wife, aren’t you?” I asked him.

“Definitely,” he said.  “But look, sex isn’t such a big deal.  I’ve watched plenty of guys fuck Lucy and she’s still here using my credit cards.”  He laughed but then stopped. “Seriously, you and Erin will be fine after this. I promise.”

Just then Erin and Lucy returned to the room.

“She wouldn’t let me wear any underwear, Tommy!” laughed my wife.  She was wearing a long white shirt as a dress and it barely covered her crotch and her big boobs were swinging shamelessly..  Lucy hadn’t bothered changing out of her nightgown but had merely added heels and pearls to her outfit.

“Let me see,” urged Jimmy.

Erin blushed and turned to lift the back of her shirt, flashing her round white ass to Jimmy and I before modestly smoothing the hem back down.

“This is going to be a wonderful evening,” Jimmy told me.

“I don’t know about this,” I said.

“Sorry, honey, am I being bad?” asked my wife.

“Hold that thought, the uber is here,” said Jimmy.  He had his phone out again. “Everyone out. Time to go.”

“But, but, but,” I said.

“No buts,” said Jimmy.  He took me by the shoulder and guided me up the stairs out of the conversation pit.

“Except these butts!” giggled Lucy, flashing us her ass as she and Erin ran ahead, giggling hand in hand.

“See?” said Jimmy.  “There is something in it for you.  If you are man enough to grab it.”

He looked me in the eye, but I quavered and had to look away.

“I call shotgun!” cried Lucy as a black towncar pulled up.

A dark skinned south asian man in a white shirt and black pants jumped out of the car and ran around to open the door for Lucy.  He was staring at her skimpy nightgown in amazement.

“Want to see something?” she giggled.

“Certainly, ma’am,” he said.

Lucy lifted the front of her gown and showed him her pussy.

The driver’s mouth fell open in amazement as he examined Jimmy’s wife’s bush.

“Don’t you like it?” she pouted.

“Oh, it’s very nice, ma’am.  It looks delicious,” said the driver.  He looked at Jimmy and I in confusion, but Jimmy just laughed.

“Delicious!  That’s a good one!  It is delicious, I assure you,” said Jimmy.  He opened the door for Erin and then ran around to the other side.

Erin sat in the middle and I jumped in next to her and pull the door closed behind.

“You want a blowjob while we drive over?” Lucy asked the driver playfully.

My wife cackled with laughter.  “Lucy you are just terrible!”

“I don’t know if I would be able to concentrate on my driving, ma’am,” said the driver as we pulled away.  “But thank you for the offer.”

“Don’t worry about that, that’s what airbags are for,” said Lucy.  She reached over and unzipped the driver’s fly.

“Oh my!” gasped the driver as Lucy pulled his thick brown uncut cock from his pants.

“Erin, look at this thing!” cooed Lucy as she started stroking the driver’s dong.  

My wife leaned forward and peered between the front seats.  “Wow!”

“Erin, stop it!” I said.

“But I want to watch,” she whined at me over her shoulder.  She leaned forward to get a better view as Lucy lowered her head into the driver’s lap.  The back of my wife’s shirt rose up as she did so, exposing her soft white buttocks again.

Jimmy growled with pleasure and reached out to squeeze my wife’s tender cheeks.  She reached back to slap at his hand, but she was too focused on Lucy working the driver’s cock to pay much attention to Jimmy.  I heard loud slurping sounds and he driver groaned with pleasure.

“Jimmy, will you get your hand off of my wife’s butt, please?” I asked.

“Oh stop being such a prude all the time,” he laughed.  “Here watch this.” He reached down underneath my wife and she squealed as he inserted a finger into her cunt.  She reached back and grabbed his wrist, trying to pull it away.

“Jimmy, oh Jimmy, stop that,” she gasped.

He pushed his finger in and out of her more aggressively, she wasn’t strong enough to stop him.  “Your mouth says no, but your pussy says yes,” he grunted. “You are wet as fuck.”

“Oooh, oooh,” moaned my wife as Jimmy fingered her.

I felt my guts in a knot and I finally grabbed Jimmy’s elbow and yanked it back.  His finger came out of my wife with a wet popping sound and she sighed in disappointment.  She looked over her shoulder at Jimmy and wiggled her butt back and forth suggestively.

“Erin!” I cried.

“Oops, sorry, dear,” she said.  “But that felt sort of good.”

“Aahh,” screamed the driver.  “Ahh, sweet Rati!”

Erin fell back into her seat between Jimmy and I and Lucy’s face appeared between the seats.  She wore a devilish grin. Her face was cover in globs of translucent semen and a big stringy glob was dripping from her chin.  “Look how much he came, Jimmy!”

“Great job, sweetie,” laughed Jimmy.  “You really got him to blow a big load!”

“You people are sick,” I said.  I was feeling sick and aroused and jealous all at the same time.

“You just aren’t any fun at all,” said Lucy and she blew a raspberry at me.

A big chunk of cum came off of her lips and struck my tie.  “Ugh!” I cried. I looked down at the sticky pearl drop staining my red silk tie in disgust.  “Look what you did! I have a biohazard on me now!”

“I am very healthy, sir,” objected the driver.  “And we have arrived.”

The car came to a stop and Lucy kissed the driver on the cheek.  “I like your penis!” she told him.

“Thank you so much for the wonderful tip, ma’am,” he said.

We all got out of the car, and the girls ran ahead, heads close together as they whispered and giggled.

“I can’t believe you let your wife do that,” I told Jimmy in amazement.

“She’s a nymphomaniac,” he said with a shrug.  “She does that sort of thing all the time. Never a dull moment with her.  She always sucking off random men. You should have been there the time she convinced a bunch of businessmen to gang bang her in the elevator at my office building.”  He shook his head. “Good times, good times.”

When we got to the host stand, a young man was standing with a menu in his hand and staring at our wife’s bare legs in their revealing outfits.

“Um, where is the restroom, honey?” Lucy asked him with a twinkle in her eye.  “I have to go clean all this gism off my face.”

The young guy pointed mutely toward the back of the restaurant and Lucy ran off, butt cheeks flashing.  Several men standing around waiting for tables craned their necks to watch, wives slapping their arms in irritation.

“Lucy is FUN, isn’t she?” commented Erin.

“She sure is,” agreed Jimmy.  “You are fun too.” He put his arm around my wife as the host lead us to our table.

“Not as fun as she is,” said Erin.

“But you could be,” he said.  He reached his hand up the back of my wife’s shirt dress, and she let him fondle her rear.

“I’ll try,” she breathed

“Erin!” I complained

“Oh, sorry honey,” she said, but she didn’t make Jimmy stop.  I just watched helplessly as he felt her up.

We were seated and the server took our drink orders and I just sat there in a daze as Jimmy whispered things into my wife’s ear and she laughed.  Lucy returned and when a burly Mexican busboy came to bring us water she reached out and grabbed his crotch.

“Ai, permiso, permiso,” cried the meaty fellow, taken aback.

“Te gusta?” asked Lucy?  She slipped one strap off of her shoulder and one of her pert round tits came falling out.

“Ai, puta!” laughed the busboy.  He looked around the dining room furtively and pinched Lucy’s nipple which she kneaded the bulge in his polyester slacks.

“I like how he doesn’t bother looking at you or I,” laughed Jimmy.  “He just doesn’t want his BOSS to see him feeling up the clientele.”

Once the busboy was finished pouring water, he winked at Lucy and went away, motioning for her to follow him.

“I’m off on another adventure!” she said.  She took up her wine, hitched her strap back up and ran off to follow the busboy.

“Looks like you moved too slow with her,” said Jimmy.  “Sorry old man.” He unzipped his fly and took his cock out, it was straining upward, veiny and stiff.  “I say, Erin, can you help me with this?”

My wife looked around the dining room in trepidation. “Jimmy, we can’t do this HERE in front of everyone.”

“You can’t do it ANYWHERE, you are my WIFE for fuck’s say,” I told her drunkenly.

Jimmy just put Erin’s hand on his cock and she leaned in close to his side and started stroking it for him.  She drank with her left hand and tugged his dick with her right.

“I’ll just pull on it a little bit for him, ok?” she asked me.

“Erin, what’s gotten into you?” I asked in amazement.  My mouth was dry again and I drank off my wine.

“Oh, I don’t know, I just want to have fun, I guess,” she sighed.  “Look how much fun Lucy and Jimmy have.” Then she bent over and put the head of Jimmy’s cock in her mouth.

He moaned in pleasure, put his hand on the back of my wife’s head as she bobbed her head up and down, sucking him off in the middle of the busy upscale restaurant.  He reached down and unbuttoned my wife’s shirt and her big boobs fell out. I watched him fondle those soft white orbs and hard pink nipples and I felt my breath stop.  My heart was pounding, but I didn’t know what to do.

A chubby middle aged man in a suit came over to the table.  He looked like a manager.

“I’m sorry folks, you can’t do that in here, you will have to leave,” he said.  He watched Jimmy squeezing my wife’s tits with a mix of disgust and yearning, which is sort of how I felt myself.

Erin lifted her head, her chin glistening with spit as Jimmy’s dong throbbed below her.  “What? Omigosh! Are we being kicked out?”

“Very sorry, ma’am.  Please come back when you are a little more sober and can act more, uh, in accord with the behavior we expect at a fine eating establishment.”

“No problem, I need to find a quiet place to fuck her anyway,” Jimmy told the manager as he stood up.  His dick was sticking out stiffy from his open fly, but he didn’t seem to mind. A couple of wives at the other tables were staring in fascination as his huge boner and the husbands had a chance to slap THEIR shoulders.

“Put that thing away,” giggled my wife, grabbing his thing playfully.  She was holding the front of her unbuttoned shirt closed with one hand.

“I’ll put it away inside your pussy,” he growled.

“Oooh, I like that idea,” she said.

“ERIN!” I complained.

“Oh, you,” she said and released Jimmy’s cock with a sigh.

Everyone was staring at us as Jimmy hustled my wife out a side exit. The men were watching my wife’s bouncing bosom and naked legs, the women watched Jimmy’s cock swinging proudly before him, and everyone pointed me out, the nervous cuckold hurrying to keep up.  I heard whispers and laughter all around and my face flushed red. We came to an alley behind the restaurant where we found Lucy bent over, hands against a dumpster while the brown skinned busboy violated her doggystyle while a gang of dishwashers from the kitchen stood around and hooted encouragement in spanish.

“Hmm, a little too crowded here,” said Jimmy.

“And too stinky!” added Erin, holding her nose.

“How about down on the grass there?” he asked motioning to a lush green lawn next to the Arizona canal.

“Jimmy, no, there are people everywhere!” complained Erin.

“Oh, no one will mind,” he said, guiding my reluctant wife down to the waterfront.

“Jimmy, this is ridiculous, what do you intend to do, fuck my wife right here in front of everyone?” I asked, my voice cracking with anxiety.  I gestured to the families walking back and forth, emerging into the cooler air of dusk.

“Let’s just sit down and enjoy the view of the water, can’t we?” he asked, exasperated.

I noticed a bunch of people at the patio of Olive and Ivy watching us closely.

“Ok, yes, that’s fine, let’s just enjoy the water,” said my wife.  She and Jimmy sat on the grass together. “Ooh, the grass is tickling my hoo-haw,” she giggled.

“I’ve got something to tickle your hoo-haw with,” growled Jimmy and he grabbed my wife and started kissing her mouth hard.  She resisted him at first, trying to push him away, but soon they were making out madly. She reached down and was stroking his hard cock, still sticking out from his open fly.  He reached inside her open shirt and was fondling her boobs. Nex thing I knew he was on top of my wife and she spread her legs wide for him. I watched in sick fascination as she guided the red swollen head of his cock into herself, parting the labia.  He thrust his ass downward, plunging himself deep into my woman and I heard her gasp loudly with pleasure. I heard a titter of laughter from up on the patio, and my face burned with shame as I stood and watched Jimmy penetrating my wife over and over again right there on the lawn of the Scottsdale Riverwalk.   A group of bystanders gathered to watch.

I cringed as I heard my wife moaning and whimpering with pleasure, Jimmy’s thrust increasing with vigor, coming faster and harder now.

Erin looked up at me blearily as she lay beneath Jimmy who covering her bare chest, pumping away.  “Sorry about this dear,” she cried. Then her whole body shuddered, and I could tell she was coming, she arched her head back and grabbed Jimmy’s back in desperation.  He could tell she had come and decided to release then too. I watched him grind himself down onto my wife as he emptied his seed inside her.

“Oh, no, you can’t come inside,” she moaned.  “I’m not on birth control and this is my fertile time.”

“Too late,” he told her proudly.  Then he climbed off and his big wet cock hung down.

My wife’s legs were parted and I could see her vagina, swollen and parted.  She reached a finger inside herself and I watched in shock as a dribble of white creamy semen emerged from her parted pussy lips.

“Hey there you all are,” said Lucy appearing suddenly.  She saw the jizz streaming out of my wife’s cunt and laughed.  “Oh is sperm leaking out of you too?” she cried gaily. “I’ve got the seed of like five different mexicans running down my thighs right now.  I need a hot towel or something. Come on let’s go get a drink over there and see if there are any more guys to fuck.”

She helped Erin to her feet and the two women went running off together.

I looked at Jimmy with disgust as he wiped his cock with his handkerchief and put it back in his pants.

“Don’t look at me like that old man,” he said.  “This is just the beginning.”

“The beginning of what?” I asked woodenly.

“Who knows?  Let me buy you a drink to celebrate new beginnings.”  He clapped me on the shoulder and lead me over the bridge to the place across the canal that our wives had ducked into. I saw Erin making eyes at a handsome waiter.  She hadn’t even bothered to button her shirt back up again. I had a bad feeling about the direction the night was heading, but Jimmy just laughed and laughed and dragged me to the bar to order another round.

 

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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 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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