Wife Strips Naked in Bar

By Gustav Jorgenson

I was just about to leave for the bar to have some drinks with my buddies when I wife Mindy interrupted me.

“Mark, hold on, I’m coming along,” she called.  

I turned to see my wife dashing toward me.  She was awkwardly hopping on one foot as she pulled on her second high-heeled sandal.  In that hunched over position, I could see right down the front of her light summer dress, and I admired her swinging breasts.  It had been one of those hot July days and I could tell my wife was feeling a little randy. I think the heat makes people horny.  When we had gone out that day, I noticed that all the women were showing off a lot of skin. They were all wearing short shorts, halter tops, and short low cut summer dresses like the one Mindy had on now.

“Uh, well, you know, this is just going to be me and the boys out for a couple of drinks,” I said.  I felt some trepidation about bringing my heat stimulated wife out to hang out with a bunch of my guy friends.  “You would be the only woman there. You might not feel comfortable.”

“Oh stop it,” laughed my wife.  “I get along just fine with a gang of men.  You forget that I grew up with three brothers.”  My wife paused to scrutinize me for a moment, her hand on her chin.  “What’s the matter, you guys want to ogle the young women in peace without your ball and chain around?”  She laughed and tousled my hair playfully. “Come on, I don’t want to sit here by myself, let’s go out and have some fun.”

My wife strode through the door ahead of me and I admired her legs, exposed up the the mid thigh by her little flowy dress.  She had a great body and the heat had definitely gotten her worked up. I knew there was going to be some sexual tension between her and my buddies tonight.  Especially Hank, who was sort of the alpha male of our group. He and Mindy were always flirting with each other.

“Is Hank going to be there?” Mindy asked casually as we drove to the bar.

I gave my wife a suspicious look.  “Yeah, about that,” I said. My stomach was fluttering a bit as I hesitated to bring up the obvious.  “Um, you seem a little, you know, fired up tonight with all the heat and all.”

Mindy gave me a cute smile and laughed, her eyes flashing gayly.  “You mean I seem horny? Of course I am. The heat makes me want to just get naked.”  She pulled her dress up and showed me her lace panties. “What do you think of these?”

I glanced away from the road to gaze at my wife’s offered crotch and licked my lips.  She was giving me a hard on, but I didn’t like the context here. She was about to be giving my buddies some hardons pretty soon if she kept acting like this.  Hank first and foremost.

“Oh, wait,” she said, dropping the hem of he dress back into her lap.  “Are you afraid I will flirt with Hank too much?” she giggled. “Maybe I should.  That would teach you to take me for granted.”

“Come on, I don’t take you for granted,” I squawked.  My voice was cracking a little bit and my gut felt a little cold at the thought of Mindy and Hank’s flirting getting out of hand.  But my penis grew even stiffer at the thought, even as jealousy gripped me by the throat.

Mindy leaned over and purred into my ear, “Yes, you do, you don’t fuck me enough.”  Mindy grabbed my crotch and gave a little squeak of surprise when she noticed how hard I was already.  “Oooh, someone’s getting excited. Maybe I should show Hank my panties tonight, what do you think? That would be fun, wouldn’t it?”

I felt my airway seizing up at the thought of my wife exposing herself to my big confident pal, Hank.  “Don’t joke about that,” I croaked.

“Ha, ha, your willy likes it.  He’s just getting harder and harder,” chuckled my naughty wife as she gripped my stiff erection through my pants.

“No, I mean, of course not,” I stammered guiltily.  I didn’t want to admit that the idea sickened yet aroused me.  It was too embarrassing.

“Ok, well here we are,” said Mindy brightly as we pulled into the parking lot of the biergarten where my buddies and I had agreed to meet.  She jumped out of the car and ran ahead while I climbed out of the car, struggling to push down my boner which was pitching a conspicuous tent in my trousers.  Once I got my johnson under control, I hurried after my horny wife with a feeling of dread in my belly.

The biergarten had a huge patio ringed with wooden booths with planters of jasmine bushes between them acting as screens to provide a bit of privacy.  The middle space was filled with long communal tables where large boisterous groups clanked their beer mugs together merrily. The whole areas was lit by strings of white christmas lights.  The place was packed with upper middle class professional men and women in their 30’s and 40’s enjoying the warm summer evening air outdoors. The sweet scent of blooming jasmine filled the air, and it was really quite a romantic scene if I do say so myself, and I rarely take note of such things.

Mindy had located my friends who had commandeered a booth in an excellent location, with a good view of the crowd but a bit set back so it wasn’t too noisy.  Hank was there of course along with my best friend Friedrich and my old college pal Sheldon, who wasn’t very social but we dragged him along now and then to get him out of the house.

Hank jumped out of the booth excitedly when he saw my wife and he gave her a big hug which she returned warmly as I approached.

“I hope you boys don’t mind that I tagged along,” said Mindy as Hank crushed her to his chest in a bear hug.

“Oh, not at all, it’s a pleasure,” said Friedrich.

“Oh, yeah, a real pleasure,” said Hank, still holding my wife in his arms.  He caught my eye, gave me a wink, and then reached down to grab my wife’s buttocks in his big palms.

Mindy squealed with delight and wriggled free from his embrace, holding him at arm’s length,  “Stop it, you naughty boy. My husband is coming any moment.”

“I’m right here,” I added with annoyance.

“What’d he do?” asked Friedrich with a curious grin.

“He touched my bum,” said Mindy, addressing Hank.  “The NERVE!” But she had a little smile on her face and I know she loved it.

“Aw, settle down, I’m just playing,” he said.  “Hey, look at you Mindy, you look terrific.” He held my wife’s hand up above her head and she did a little twirl for him so he could check out her body in her flowery little summer dress.

“Um, yes, you look very nice, Mindy,” put in Sheldon.  His face was turning a bit red as he shamelessly looked my wife’s body up and down.  He has a mild case of Asperger’s though, so I didn’t hold it against him.

“Well, you look nice and cool yourself,” commented Mindy to Hank.  Hank was wearing a wifebeater and a pair of cargo shorts which showed off his muscular physique.  “Nice gams,” she joked, slapping one of Hank’s hairy thighs.

“You like that?   Feel those calves,” he said flexing one leg and offering the knotted muscle of his calf for her inspection.  “Like rocks, baby. I never miss leg day.”

“Hmm, yep, pretty hard,” said my wife bending over to feel Hank’s calf.  This position put her face a bit too close to his crotch for my liking. She was bent over facing Friedrich and Sheldon, exposing her dangling cleavage to them, and I looked at them with displeasure as they gazed fixedly at my wife’s knockers.

“Honey, you are giving Sheldon and Friedrich a show there,” I warned.

“What?  Oh!” exclaimed my wife.  She glanced down at her own swinging orbs and stood upright again quickly, putting her hand to her chest modestly.

“Ha, ha,  could they see your boobs?  I want to see,” joked Hank, craning his neck.

“Stop it,” said my wife, slapping his chest.  Then she looked at me and gave me a devilish grin.  “Well, maybe later once I’ve had few drinks.”

Everyone broke out laughing at at that and I grinned along weakly, though I strongly suspected that my wife wasn’t kidding.

We sat down in the booth, Hank grabbed Mindy and pulled her down next to him and I took a seat opposite them, cramming in next to Friedrich and Sheldon.  We poured out beer from the pitcher and started drinking.

The night actually settled down a bit from there as I loosened up and had a few drinks. Mindy and Hank did engage in a lot of innuendo though.  For instance my wife commented about some problem at work “exploding in her face,” Hank mumbled something about wanting to do that. Or when Hank was bragging about how “big and hard” he was getting in the gym, Mindy replied with some comment about how she’d like to get onto that.  But as I got drunker, I didn’t worry about it so much and just laughed along with the rest.

As it got later, the crowd started to change and more younger people showed up.  It also grew more crowded and two couples came and stood by our booth, chatting while they had their drinks.  They looked like two fraternity brothers on a date with two sorority sisters and the young women were really feeling the heat.  They were wearing tiny short shorts, high heels, and bikini tops. All us guys at the table kept looking over at the sexy girls showing off so much skin and Mindy started to get a little jealous.

“Pish, look at these sluts, walking around half naked,” she hissed, taking a big gulp of beer. She punched Hank on the shoulder as he was ogling one of the girl’s’ ass when she bent over to pick something up from the ground.  “Look at you eyeballing that girl, she’s young enough to be your daughter!” Mindy scolded Hank.

“Ha, ha, you’re not my wife, tell your own husband, he’s looking too,” laughed Hank.  He gestured at me, but I made a waving motion with my hands to ward off the attention.

“Omigod, all you dirty old men are drooling over these girls,” gasped Mindy.  She pointed drunkenly at each of us in turn. “Have you no shame?” she asked, screwing up her face cutely.

“Yeah, well, why don’t you show us as much skin and we’ll look at you,” joked Hank.  He looked pointedly at my wife’s breasts.

“Well I was joking with Mark on the drive over that I should show you my panties,” said Mindy slyly.

“Oh, reeeally,” said Friedrich, joining in on the fun.  “That’s kinky.”

“Come on you guys, cut the shit,” I put in nervously.  My pulse was quickening as my wife started escalating the flirtation.

“I’d rather see your tits, actually, if I get the choice,” intoned Hank, giving me a lecherous grin.  He was challenging me to intervene, so I tried to rise to the occasion.

“Now, now,” I chided, but I felt like a clucking old hen and couldn’t muster a really forceful response.

“Oh, relax, honey, like I said, I grew up in a house with three brothers.  I’m used to be naked around a bunch of men,” said my wife. She glanced around to make sure no one was looking as she grabbed the straps of her dress and pulled them off of her shoulders.

“Holy shit, she’s really going to do it,” gasped Friedrich with delight as my wife held the top of dress precariously, ready to drop at any moment.

“She wants the attention because we are looking at the younger women too much and making her feel neglected,” said Sheldon.  He had a knack for belaboring the obvious.

“Naw, she won’t have the guts,” said Hank with a wave of his hand.  “Now if you excuse me, I’m going to checking out the hot chicks over here.”

“Oh, well look at these,” said my wife, and she dropped the top of her dress as threatened and shook her bare white breasts back and forth.  Her pink nipples grew stiff in the night air and I nearly choked on my beer.

“Whoa baby,” shouted Hank excitedly.  He made to grab one of my wife’s tits, but she slapped his hand away.

“You can look, but you can’t touch,” she chided with a mischievous grin.

“Amazing tits,” said Friedrich with a judicious pout.  “Outstanding.”

“I’m feeling aroused,” gasped Sheldon breathlessly, and even I had to laugh at how ridiculous he looked.  Sweat was beading on his forehead and his glasses were getting steamed.

“Honey, put those things away, you are going to give Sheldon a heart attack,” I complained, but my dick was getting hard at the sight of my wife’s naked chest and the kink of her showing my pals her boobs.

The foursome near us noticed too and the frat boys were craning their necks to see my wife’s.

“Dude, that lady got her tits hanging out, check it out,” shouted one of the frat boys excitedly.

“She’s a total milf, dude,” replied his buddy, slapping him on the shoulder.

The two girls turned to look at one got a very haughty expression and put her nose in the air.  “Hmph, she’s drunk off her ass,” said the offended young woman.

“Nice boobs though,” said her girlfriend turning to check out my wife’s rack.

“Hell, yeah, I’d tap that,” shouted her boyfriend, pointing at my wife rudely and making Mindy blush.

“Johnny, shut UP,” giggled his girlfriend kicking him in the shin with her high heeled shoe.

“Yeah, settle down there, Romeo,” said Hank, threateningly.

“Hee, hee, my hero is going to protect me,” cackled my topless wife,letting her breasts swing freely as she rubbed Hank’s shoulder.

“I think I can protect my own wife, Hank,” I stammered.

“Of course you can dear, of course you can,” said my wife condescendingly.  She was rubbing Hank’s shoulder as he gazed down at my wife’s boobs.

In fact, everyone in the vicinity was checking out my wife’s jiggling tittage.  Sheldon’s mouth was hanging open. Friedrich kept glancing down to my wife’s chest and then shooting me guilty looks.  Hank gazed down unabashedly. The frat boys came a little closer to get a better look and the sorority girls were staring too.  The haughty one had a look of disgust on her face but kept glancing over in spite of herself while her girlfriend just openly stared.

“Ugh, what an attention whore,” grumbled the haughty girl.

“Dude, her tits are smokin’ hot, why cover them?” said one of the frat boys.

“Ha, two can play that game,” said the other non-haughty girl.  And she giggled as she unzipped her tiny shorts and slipped them off, standing there in just a thong and bikini top, with her ass cheeks exposed.

All attention turned to the leggy young woman with her pert round butt exposed.   The haughty girl broke out in a fit of nervous giggling and even Sheldon pulled his eyes from my wife’s chest to check out the fresh display of flesh.  Hank whistled in appreciation as he eyed the young woman’s sweet ass.

“Now it’s YOUR turn to settle down, Don Juan,” called one of the frat boys jauntily.

The bare assed girl turned and wiggled her ass for Hank, winking at him over her shoulder and he gripped his crotch to control the wood he was sporting.  Then the girl shot my wife a strangely smoldering look and said, “Your move, sweety.”

“Oh, you are ON, little girl, you are ON,” sputtered my wife indignantly.  She practically pushed Hank off his seat as she rushed to get out of the booth.

Mindy stood there before us with her tits hanging out, her dress peeled down to her waist.  Her eyes locked onto the bare assed girl in a intense gaze that seemed competitive, playful and aroused all at once.

“I’m not going to be upstaged by some skinny little waif that starves herself all day,” my wife said putting a finger in the younger woman’s face.

“Bring it, curvy mama,” said the skinny girl looking down at my wife’s swinging boobs and biting her lip as she held her palms up before her and flicked her finger back toward herself, urging my wife on.

“This is weird you guys,” complained the haughty girl, crossing her arms.

“Shut up, Crissy, this is super hot,” chided her boyfriend.  “Fuckin’ lesbo stripdown time, let’s do this shit.” He clapped his hands loudly, and a crowd started to gather, people laughing and shouting when they saw my half-naked wife facing off with the bare-assed sorority girl.

“For Chrissake, Mindy, what’s gotten into you?” I was mortified at all the attention she was getting.  Part of me wanted to shrink down in my seat and disappear, my face was burning with shame, but my penis was standing stiffly at attention at the same time.

“I’m a little drunk,” admitted my wife as she slipped off her dress, dropping it to her ankles and revealing her lacy panties.  The crowd gasped almost with one voice and then scattered catcalls broke out as more and more people tried to crowd around.

“Looks like I get to see the panties after all,” joked Hank, running his gaze up and down my wife’s body hungrily as she stood there in nothing but her panties and heels.

“Da-aamn,” said the girl, nodding with appreciation at my wife’s smooth skin and hourglass figure.

“Your move, slut,” my wife told the younger woman, putting one hand on her hip breezily.

The younger woman glanced around at the crowd of bystanders and grinned impishly.

“Do it, do it, show us your tits!” chanted her boyfriend excitedly and pretty soon some of the younger guys in the crowd took up the chant.  “Show us your tits, show us your tits.”

The girl shrugged as though it was of no concern to her either way, and she pull off her bikini top revealing her rather small and unremarkable breasts.

Some of the guys shouted half-heartedly, but there was generally a sense of disappointment at her meager offering and the girl seemed a little deflated by the indifference of the crowd.

“That’s ok, dear, they will get bigger once you put on some weight,” said my wife kindly, touching girl’s shoulder.

“Thanks, mama, we can’t all have huge hooters like yours,” said the girl, cupping my wife’s big boobs in her hands and making the haughty girl cackle with embarrassed laughter.

The crowd reacted to this with a fresh burst of excited cat calls from the guys and shrieks of jittery laughter from the women watching.

“Why are you still wearing those panties?” put in Hank.  “Don’t you feel a little over dressed?”

The crowd broke out in a new gale of merriment as my wife turned to face him.  

“Oh, you want to see more, huh?” she asked, toying with the hem of her underwear.

“Hell yeah!” shouted some guys in the crowd behind her.

For his part, Hank just licked his lips as he stared at my wife’s crotch about eye height to him as sat there with her standing before him.

“Oooh, I don’t know,” teased Mindy, pulling her panties down halfway down one generous hip before sliding them back up again.  “That would be really scandalous, wouldn’t it?” she asked me.

“Well you have already exposed your breasts in public before a fairly large crowd, which is actually pretty scandalous already,” reasoned Sheldon as he gripped the erection in his pants.

“Ha, ha, honey, your nerdy pal Sheldon wants to see my cooch,” laughed my wife pointing at him playfully.

“Yes, yes I would.  I would like that very much,” he agreed, his face slick with sweat as he kneaded his boner shamelessly.

“Should I show Sheldon my pussy, honey?” my wife asked me.

“No you should put your damn dress back on and sit the fuck down,” I whispered.  “You are making a goddamn spectacle of yourself.”

“Oh, shush, I’m just having fun,” said my wife.  She turned to scan the crowd behind her as she prepared to pull her panties off.  “I doubt anyone I know is here. This crowd looks pretty young.”

“What difference does THAT make?” I demanded, but it was too late.  My drunken wife just pulled her panties right off, glorying in the attention as the crowd gasped again and the catcalls and laughter reached a fever pitch.

Sheldon gazed with fascination at my wife’s dark bush, fully on display and he reached out unconsciously and stuck his finger right in between my wife’s legs. Mindy slapped his hand away with a laugh.  “Goodness, Sheldon, watch your manners. You should ask a lady before trying to finger her.”

“Seriously, Sheldon, she’s right, get a grip on yourself,” said Hank reaching out to cup one of my wife’s bare ass cheeks in his hand again.

“Ooh, another fresh one,” cooed my wife as Hank felt up her ass, but she didn’t slap HIS hand away.  “It looks like Sheldon already has a grip on himself.”

“My penis is really really hard,” admitted Sheldon stupidly.  “I can’t help touching it.”

“I know, dear, I know, go ahead and unzip if you need to,” said my wife soothingly.  To my shock and dismay, Sheldon complied. He pulled his dick right out and started stroking it.  My wife started laughing but then she gave out a cry of dismay as Hank’s groping fingers prodded deep into her crevice and located the entrance to her vagina from behind.  Now she did pull Hank’s hand away while the crowd, who had witnessed the violation, made lough bawdy comments.

“Jesus, guys, how come all my pals are trying to finger my goddamn wife?” I complained hotly.  My face was burning with shame, my gut was filled with ice cold jealousy, but my cock was stiff as a board.

“I haven’t tried yet,” objected Fredrich.

“You want to join in the fun, Freddy?” teased my wife spreading her legs slightly and thrusting her pelvis toward him, offering her furry cooch playfully.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he laughed reaching out to tickle my wife’s muff.

“Et tu, Friedrich?” I cried, pulling his hand out of my wife’s bush.  “What’s gotten INTO you people?”

“Oh, honey, we are just horsing around,” said my wife.  She was wiping a tear of laughter from her eye. “I told you the heat was making me horny.”

“Horny enough to strip naked in public and let my whole crew feel up your pussy?” I sputtered.

“Hmm, yep, I guess so,” said my wife scratching her own public hair indifferently.

“Hey mama,” said the younger topless girl, sidling up to my wife and wrapping a hand around her waist.  “You wanna sashay over to the bar with me and strut our stuff a little more while we get another drink?”

‘Oh, you naughty girl, let’s do it!” cried my wife gaily.  “I feel like I’m back in college again. My girlfriends and I loved to go streaking through parties and give the boys a thrill!”

“Tell me all about it,” said the girl as she lead my wife through the crowd.

“Oh, this isn’t going to be good,” I said worriedly.

“Yeah, they are gonna get groped,” said Hank.  “Don’t just sit there like a bump on a log, we gotta go protect Mindy.”  And he jumped up to follow my naked wife as she foolishly tried to pass naked through a throng filled with lusty young men.

I tried to jump up to follow him, but it was then that I realized just how profoundly inebriated I was.  The world spun around me and lurched and I fell right back into my seat. No wonder Mindy was streaking naked through a crowded bar, she wasn’t just a horny exhibitionist housewife, her inhibitions must have been utterly decimated by the alcohol.  

“Shit, Mark, are you OK?” asked Friedrich, patting my face as I lay back in the booth in a drunken daze.

I noticed a familiar smell on his hand and I snapped to my senses and pushed him away. “Christ Friedrich, get away from me, your hand smells like my wife’s twat.”

Friedrich sniffed his finger tentatively and suppressed a smile.  “Oops, sorry, you are right, I’ll go wash up, but you looked ready to pass out there for a minute.”

“I’m ok, I’m going to save Mindy!” I said bravely,staggering back to my feet.

I pushed through the crowd and came across the two frat boys and two sorority girls, one still topless, the haughty one herding her friend out of the crowd, while the two boyfriends vigorously pushing back the other young men who were trying to grope the half naked girl.

One of the frat boys recognized me and jerked a thumb over his shoulder.  “Better go grab your wife, bro. Shit’s getting a little crazy over there.”

I swayed drunkenly on until I came to a thick crowd of rowdy young men clustered around my naked wife reaching out with dozens of groping hands to grab at her tits and ass while she shrieked and slapped them away. Big Hank was by her side, shoving guys away here and there, but he was outnumbered and poor Mindy was getting felt up left and right by random anonymous bros.  I stood there drunkenly, barely able to stand and utterly confused about what to do.

Finally Hank just grabbed my wife up into his burly arms and kicked his way out of the huddle, a few younger guys went down, stuck in the gonads by Hank’s vicious kicks and the rest quickly got the message that Hank meant business and parted to allow him to carry my naked wife out of their midst.  I watched my poor little wife Mindy clinging to her knight in shining armour as Hank saved her from the the libido fueled mob, and my drunken heart ached with jealousy.

I turned and lurched after them and when I got back to the booth Hank had put Mindy down they were hugging.

“Oh my gosh, you saved me,” Mindy was babbling in a loopy voice.  “You are my hero!”

“Yeah, baby, don’t worry, Hank’ll protect you,” he told her rubbing her bare back in a really creepy way.  Literally, his hand was creeping lower and lower toward her bare butt.

“I’ll do anything to repay you,” my wife told him lustily.  “I’m all yours.”

“Hmm, I like that,” grunted Hank as he wrapped a big palm around my wife’s bare ass again.  

“Uh, honey,” I said, flopping back into my seat.

Meanwhile the naked sorority girl and her friends were back and she was putting her top and shorts back on while she watched Hank grope my wife.

“Quiet you,” she chided, rubbing her bare boobs against Hank’s chest while he felt up her ass.  “Some husband YOU are! Too slow to save your poor wife while those filthy animals were trying to grope me!  But then Hank charged right in and saved me. Now to the victor go the spoils.”

“The spoils?  What’s the supposed to mean?” I demanded.  “He gets your ass?”

“For a start, yes,” she told me.  Then she looked up at Hank with passion in her eyes.  “And more too, if he wants it.”

“How bout a smooch, baby?” he asked.

“Anything,” she sighed, and then Hank and my wife started kissing, open mouthed, while another, more subdued crowd gathered around to watch.

“What’s going on?” asked a voice in the crowd.

“Big dude saved the naked milf when she was gettin’ groped so she’s paying him back,” said one of the frat boys.

“The fucked up part is that, her husband is sitting right THERE,” said the haughty girl, pointing at me with disdain and eliciting a spattering of titters from the audience.

Hank started squeezing my wife’s bare boobs, pinching her nipples while they kissed and my gut was tied in knots of jealousy as I watched.

“Come on, Hank, that’s not called for,” I said.

“He’s the man of the hour, after all,” said Sheldon in a perfectly reasonable tone.  I looked over and noticed with disgust that he was jerking off under the table as he watched Hank squeezing my naked wife’s boobs in front of the gathered crowd.

“Get them titties, bro, get ‘em,” encouraged some guy in the peanut gallery as Hank went to town on my wife’s boobs.

Mindy reached down between Hank’s legs and started squeezing the bulge in his shorts.  She was really earnest about it, kneading his knob for him while he grunted with satisfaction.

“Mindy, Jesus Christ,” I shouted.  “Stop that shit.”

My wife pulled her mouth away from Hank’s to address me, meanwhile he nibbled her ear.  “Mark, didn’t you see how Hank SAVED me while you were standing there in a drunken STUPOR?”  She unzipped Hank’s fly and pulled out his surprisingly purplish glans. “Oooh, look at this, his dick is purple.”

“Fuck, Mindy, put that back in his pants!” I gasped.

“Cuck, cuck, cuck,” laughed some guy in the crowd.  It took me a minute to realize he was calling me a cuckold, and I scanned the crowd angrily, but I couldn’t see who said it.

“Oh come on, honey, don’t be such a pris.  Hank risked life and limb to save me. The least I can do is give him a quick hummer,” giggled my wife as she stroked Hank’s blood swollen member.  “Besides, it’s PURPLE. I mean, that’s fascinating, I’ve never seen such a thing. YOUR penis never turns purple for me.” Before I could respond, my wife bent down and put the head of Hank’s penis into her mouth and started sucking on it.  He sighed with satisfaction and put his hand on her head while the crowd broke out in a ragged cheer, egging her on to suck him harder.

“Oh yes, I’m picturing her sucking me and it’s making me ejaculate,” gasped Sheldon suddenly.

Friedrich laughed but edged away from our Aspie friend so that he didn’t get any spooge on him.  I had to admit, I was horribly jealous watching my naked wife orally servicing my alpha pal in gratitude, and my blood was pounding in my ears, but my own penis was painfully erect at the sight.  I wished I could pull it out and wank it myself, but I was too ashamed to do it. There was a big crowd of onlookers who had gathered to watch the drunken naked milf suck off a big guy while her cuck husband sat by helplessly.

Hank grunted and pulled my wife off his dick.  “Turn around, bend over,” he commanded her urgently and the crowd oohed and ahed in anticipation.

“Fuck, Hank, don’t bang my wife, man, I thought we were friends,” I cried.

“We ARE, friends, buddy, we are,” he insisted as Mindy obediently turned and presented her round ass to him, her swollen labia peeking out invitingly between her thighs.  “How bout just the tip. Just to see how it feels?”

“You know it’s never just the tip,” I complained.

“Do it,” urged my horny wife, grabbing hold of the top of the booth while she offered herself to him.

That was all the encouragement he needed.  I watched in horror as Hank pushed the engorged head of his cock into my wife from behind.  She moaned in pleasure and arched her back to receive him while the crowd broke out in applause.

“Dude’s totally sticking it to her,” crowed an idiot in the crowd.

“This is super hot,” said the girl who had gotten naked with Mindy earlier. She stuck her hand down the front of her shorts as she watched my wife getting owned by my pal Hank.

“No it’s not, this is fucking perverted,” I spat in annoyance.

“I know honey, I know, but I have to give Hank what he wants.  I OWE him,” she moaned as he pumped insistently in and out of her.  His ass like a piston as he humped my wife in front of everyone.

“Bullshit, you are getting off on this as much as HE is,” I muttered in dissatisfaction.  But I was too drunk to intervene, and I just watched in sick fascination as my wife got penetrated repeatedly by Hank’s engorged phallus.  His shaft was slick with her juices as the head of his cock plunged in and out of her wet vagina over and over again, mesmerizing me with its unrelenting rhythm.  I gazed at my wife’s smooth white thighs getting brush burned by Hank’s rough hairy thighs, it was pretty intense.

“Oh, yeah, soon, soon,” he grunted, gripping my wife’s soft white hips while the crowd jeered and laughed.

“Cum inside, do it, do it,” coaxed my wife urgently.

“There it is, there it is,” he groaned, thrusting himself into my woman and apparently emptying his load deep inside her womb.

“You didn’t cum inside my wife!” I said.

“Yeah I did, she told me to,” he said defensively.  “Feels good, too. Sorry.”

“Oh, fuck,” I said.  I slapped my hand to my face in misery as the crowd cheered.

Hank pulled his deflated cock out of my wife’s pussy, and he and Mindy gave a little bow to the crowd.  Her face was flushed with lust and her eyes were sparkling as the crowd disbanded.

“He came before I got off,” said Mindy flopping down onto my lap and wrapping her arms around me.  ‘Fuck me right here, help me finish,” she whispered in my ear.

“No you slut, you think I’ll just pretend you didn’t cheat on me just now with my buddy?” I spat in frustration, pushing her off my lap toward Friedrich.

“But look how HARD you are!” she plead, grabbing my straining boner.  “You were obviously getting turned on by that.”

“No I wasn’t,” I lied, but she just smiled knowingly.  “I mean, you didn’t know I was being turned on,” I said weakly.

Mindy smirked at my discomfort.  “Ok, I see how it is, you are too much of a baby to fuck me in public.  No problem. Oh, look, Friedrich’s hard. Wanna fuck, Friedrich?” Mindy grabbed onto Friedrich’s bulge and tugged on it rudely.

“Oh, shit, Mindy, I would love to, I really would, but my wife, and well, you know, I’m good pals with Mark you know,” he stammered, climbing over her and me to get out of the booth quickly.

“Shit that didn’t stop Hank, now did it?” whined my wife in frustration.  

Hank was sitting across from us again and he made room for Friedrich to join him as he poured himself yet another beer.

“I plead the fifth,” Hank said with a grin.

“I’m hard again,” offered Sheldon pushing his steamed up glasses back up his nose.  He reminded me of Rick Moranis in the original Ghostbusters movie becoming the keymaster.

“Wow, ok, nerdball over her has a stiff one for me, and I guess he is too deep in the spectrum to care what Mark thinks about me sitting on his dick,” laughed Mindy as she straddled Sheldon and stuffed her boob in his face.

“Are you serious?” I complained as she lowered herself onto Sheldon’s surprisingly erect cock.

“I gave you your chance,” she moaned as Sheldon nibbled on my wife’s nipples.  “Wow, he’s really, really, hard.” She put one hand between her legs to fondle her clitoris and the other on Sheldon’s shoulder to steady herself as she bounced up and down on his cock.

“Can I get you folks another pitcher?” asked the waitress in her German beer maid outfit.  “Looks like you folks have been working up a thirst over here,” she giggled, motioning to my moaning wife as she impaled herself on Sheldon’s nerd penis and he devoured her breasts.

“Yeah, bring another,” said Friedrich, watching my wife fuck Sheldon with amusement.

“Ok, I’ll be right back before you can reach another orgasm,” joked the good-natured girl with a toss of her blonde pigtails.

But she was wrong, because Sheldon had grabbed Mindy by the ass and was forcing her down onto his dick in a shockingly aggressive fashion and it made Mindy cry out as she climaxed.

“Oh Sheldon, yes, yes, you are so manly,” she moaned as she came. After a moment she collapsed next to him on the bench.  “Wow, Sheldon, I didn’t think you had it in you.” Mindy told him, rubbing his belly with admiration.

“I would like to ejaculate in your face now, please,” he told her matter-of-factly.  And she broke out laughing as she complied with his request, grabbing his cock and jerking it for him while she put her face down near it so he could defile her properly.

The beer maid returned with the pitcher just in time to see Sheldon start shooting spurt after spurt of hot jizz all over my wife’s face.  She stood with her mouth hanging open as the sweaty geek coated Mindy’s face in semen. It really was a shocking amount of sperm.

“Good timing,” joked the server, dropping off the pitcher and turning reluctantly away.

Hank and Friedrich were laughing so hard that they were wiping tears were in their eyes.

Mindy sat up and pointed helplessly as her utterly besmirched face.  “Can you believe this guy? Look how much he came, honey,” she told me in amazement.  “He’s like a bull! He was a better fuck than Hank even.”

“Gotta watch out for the quiet ones,” laughed Hank.

“I liked discharging my ejaculate in your face,” said Sheldon breathlessly.  “I know it was impolite to defile you like that, but that makes it more titillating somehow.”

Even I had to laugh along with everyone at that.  Sheldon really did have an unbelievable case of Asperger’s Syndrome.

“Someone get a picture, I want to record this moment before I wipe Sheldon’s spum off of my face,” laughed Mindy.  “I mean that was really a prodigious load. Look, he even got some on my boobies,” She posed with her fingers joined under her chin as Hank snapped some photos of my naked wife with his phone.

“That’s just disgusting,” I sighed as my wife finally started wiping the cum from her face.  Occasionally she would turn to Sheldon and show him how she was licking some of his jizz off of her lips or her fingers.

“You are making me hard again,” he warned her.

“Oh my god,” she said, watching Sheldon’s member inflate for a third time this evening.  She turned to me and Friedrich and said, “You guys are sticks in the mud. Next time, I am going on a double date with Sheldon and Hank and you guys can stay at home.”

I did object to that idea of Mindy going on a “date” with Sheldon and Hank.  Then I later caved in and allowed her to go on a date as long as she promised not to have sex with them.  But then I ended up being the one that tagged along and captured it on film while Sheldon and Hank double-teamed my wife in a crowded hotel lounge.  She seems to like to do it in public for some reason. Oh well, at least I finally loosened up and wanked myself while I watched them in the end.

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Poker Night

By Gustav Jorgenson

Every month a few old friends of mine come over to my place for poker night.  I’ve known Arnold, Ben, and Carl since college and we all ended up in the Bay Area together since that’s where all the tech work is.  My wife Zoe usually just spends poker night at her sister Terry’s house to let us have a guy’s night, so I was surprised when she came into the dining room as I was dealing the first hand.

“Hey, honey, aren’t you heading over to Terry’s tonight?” I asked in surprise.

Zoe looked at my friends gathered around the table with me nervously before answering.  “Uh, no, I am going out for drinks with William from work,” she said, touching her neck self-consciously.

“Drinks?” I asked, growing uneasy.

“Almost sounds like a date,” chimed in Arnold giving me a lecherous grin.

“Quiet down, Arny,” put in Ben primly.

“Well, yes, I suppose it is sort of like a date,” admitted Zoe, looking down and nudging the carpet with her toe.  She shot me a sharp glance and motioned toward the kitchen. “Maybe we should talk about this in the other room, dear.”

“Oh, come on, Zoe, why I’ve know these guys for twenty years,” I chuckled.  “We’ve got nothing to hide from them. But I will say that I don’t like Will very much.  I don’t like the way he looks at your boobs all the time.”

“What’s wrong with Zoe’s boobs?  They look good to me,” laughed Arnold, staring pointedly at my wife’s chest.

“Can it, Arny,” said Carl.  “Jeez! You can’t joke around with another man’s wife like that!”

Zoe covered her boobs self-consciously with her hands and laughed uneasily.  “Yes, Will is pretty aggressive. He’s always flirting with me and trying to get me to wear sexier outfits to work.  I usually just turn him down when he asks me out for drinks, but he’s sort of worn down my resistance and since you boys have poker night tonight, I agreed to go out with him.  I’m sure he thinks of this is a date. That’s why I wanted to talk to you in the other room.” My wife gazed significantly toward the kitchen and motioned with her head in that direction.

“Come on, Zoe, don’t be ridiculous,” I said, putting more bravado into my voice than I felt.  “Go ahead and have drinks with this guy if you want. I trust you.”

“Yeah, but, you know, he is going to expect, well, you know,” Zoe trailed off, her face blushing cutely.

“What are you talking about?” asked Carl, in surprise.  “What’s he going to expect? He knows you are married, right?”  I nodded along in agreement, looking up at my wife quizzically.

“Believe me, Carl, Will doesn’t care if I’m married or not.  If I go out drinking with him, he’s going to want to fool around a little,” said my wife with a forced smile.

“Sounds pretty hot, how far are you going to let him go?” asked Arnold, wagging his eyebrows at Zoe.

Instead of laughing and slapping Arnold’s shoulder as she usually does when he teases her, Zoe shrugged her shoulders and answered him, “That’s just it, I don’t know, Arny.”

“Come on, now, what do you mean, you don’t know?” I said hotly.

“Now settle down, Ed, settle down,” said Ben.  Ben is always the reasonable one. “Zoe is a good girl, I’m sure she won’t do anything improper with this Will fellow.”

“I’m not a girl anymore, Ben.  I’m 43,” said Zoe with a smile.   “Of course I won’t do anything improper, but you know, after I’ve had a few drinks and I’m feeling loose, well, it’ll be sort of hard to say no to a really assertive guy like Will.”

I just broke out laughing, but I felt like I was hyperventilating and soon I was gasping for breath.  Carl patted me on the back with a concerned look on his face.

“Zoe, stop teasing your husband like that.   A married woman can’t go fooling around with other men,” said Carl, glaring at my wife angrily.

“I would pop such a boner if my wife fooled around with another guy.  Christ, that would be hot as fuck,” muttered Arnold into his beer.

“My God!  Are you serious, Arnold?” asked Ben in frank surprise.

“Sure I am,” said Arnold.  “Jeez, you guys, I’ve gotten to the point with my wife where the sex has sort of petered out and our marriage has started to turn platonic.  Frankly it’s hard for me to get it up for Sarah any more. I’ll bet Ed and Zoe are the same.”

“Ah, no comment,” I said, ducking my head in embarrassment.  Zoe just folded her arms and shook her head at Arnold, suppressing a smile.

“But look at Zoe, she’s still got a great body, she’s a beautiful woman.  She’s old news to Ed, but to Will, she’s a fresh conquest waiting to happen,” continued Arnold, gesturing excitedly.

“Conquest waiting to happen?  I don’t like the sound of that,” I said uneasily, looking at my wife with trepidation.  She just shrugged sheepishly but said nothing.

“You like to shoot your mouth off, Arny, but you are talking about breaking up a marriage here.  That’s nothing to joke about!” snapped Carl angrily. Carl was clearly still sensitive about his recent divorce that was caused by his wife’s infidelity.

Arnold looked at Carl sadly for a moment, the wind taken from his sails.  Ben patted Carl’s arm in consolation.

“Look, Carl,” said Arnold softly.  “It doesn’t have to be that way. If Ed knows about it and agrees to it, then Zoe and Will can have a little fun and no harm is done.  Maybe Ed will feel a little prick of jealousy, maybe he will stop taking his sexy wife for granted.” Arnold looked me in the eye. “What do you think, Ed, doesn’t it turn you on a little bit to think of Zoe fooling around with another guy?”

I thought it over for a minute and then took a gulp of my beer.  All eyes were on me and I could feel my pits growing damp with anxiety.  I looked at my pretty wife, chewing her lip nervously as she waited to hear what I would say.  “Do I really take you for granted, Zoe?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she said, looking back down at her feet.

“Shit,” I muttered.  “But wait a minute, do you really want to fool around with this guy?  I mean, Will is a real prick in my opinion.”

Zoe ran her hands through her hair and gave a half-hearted chuckle.  “Uh, what can I say? You’re right, Will has a really dickish personality.  But, it’s flattering to be pursued so insistently. It’s kind of exciting to be desired like that.”  Her eyes lit up with excitement as she talked and my stomach roiled with jealousy. But I could also feel my penis stirring slightly at the thought of my wife being with another man.

“Look at the gears turning,” laughed Arnold, gesturing at me.

“I can’t believe you are even considering this!” sputtered Carl indignantly.

“Now Carl, settle down,” said Ben evenly, putting a hand on Carl’s shoulder.  “If you had worked out a consensual deal with Linda, you two might still be together.”

If anyone but Ben had said that, Carl would have punched them.  But Carl just looked at Ben’s earnest, bespectacled face and frowned thoughtfully.  Ben looked at me and continued, “I think you would need to establish some ground rules before going through with this though.  You need to agree on how far Zoe will go with this guy.”

“This is too strange,” I said, smiling queasily, feeling slightly nauseous.  “Negotiating how far my wife will go with another guy?” But my penis kept swelling in spite of my emotional distress.

“Well, first things first,” said Arnold, rubbing his hands together excitedly.  “Location. Does Zoe go back to Will’s place or bring him back here.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t go back to Will’s apartment.  I wouldn’t feel safe there,” said Zoe, holding up her hands.  “We would have to come back here.”

“Yeah, it’s much hotter if Ed can watch while you guys are getting it on,” babbled Arnold, sweat beading up on his forehead.

“That’s sick,” spat Carl dismissively.  “Besides, are we going to break up our poker night so Ed can watch his wife get pawed by some asshole.”

“No, no, we are definitely not breaking up poker night.  If Zoe wants to fool around with another guy, she has to bring him back here and do it in the the living room while we play poker in here,” I said adamantly crossing my arms.  “I want to keep an eye on things to make sure they don’t get out of hand.”

Zoe smiled at me brightly.  “Oh, I agree dear. It will be like the old days, entertaining a boy with my parents in the next room.  I will feel so naughty.”

“Hmmph, this guy will need a pretty big pair of stones to put the moves on another man’s wife with the husband and all his buddies sitting in plain sight in the next room.  He will probably chicken out,” said Carl, warming up to the idea.

“True,” laughed Zoe, scratching her cheek.  “Maybe nothing will happen after all. But somehow, I suspect that Will won’t be bothered in the least and that I will be able to see for myself just how big his balls are.”  She moved her upturned palm up and down as though weighing a pair of testicles in her hand and my stomach flipped as Arnold and Ben chuckled at my wife’s raunchy joke.

“Zoe, come on.  I’m not fully comfortable with this yet,” I stammered, rubbing my head in confusion.

“Right,” said Ben, pointing at me decisively.  “So the question is, what can you handle, Ed?”

“You don’t want Zoe rubbing Will’s balls?” asked Arnold, grinning madly.  

“It’s a little disturbing how much you are enjoying this, Arny,” I said, shaking my head. “But at this point, I could handle, I don’t know, maybe some hugging and kissing, nothing more.  No ball touching.”

“What, not even though his pants?” blurted Zoe.  We all looked at her in surprise and she reddened in shame.  “I mean, it’s been a long time since I made out on the couch with anyone, but a proper snog definitely involves some crotch squeezing.”

“You want to grab this guy’s crotch?” I demanded, feeling jealous and a little angry.  

“Well, you know, I assume he’s got a pretty good sized package down there and I wouldn’t mind checking it out a little,” said my wife, trying to hide her excitement.  My rebellious cock stiffened in reaction and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

“Uh, ok, that’s too much information,” I said.

“What about second base?” asked Arnold, pointing to Zoe’s boobs.  “Does the lucky guy get to squeeze Zoe’s luscious knockers?”

“Well of course,” exclaimed Zoe impulsively.  She saw the look of shock on my face and covered her mouth in embarrassment.  “I mean, if you approve dear. But really, it’s kind of hard to imagine fooling around without some boob action.”

“Yes, that’s true,” I admitted stiffly, fingering my boner through my pants under the table as I pictured that jerk fondling my wife on the couch while I watched.

“This is going to be so hot,” gushed Arnold.  His nose was getting red from the alcohol.

“You are a goddamn pervert, Arny,” said Carl.

“Oh my gosh, I am feeling so nervous all of a sudden,” said my wife, fanning her face with her hand.  “I mean, I haven’t been on a date in years. What am I going to wear?” She looked down at us and spread her arms imploringly.  “Normally, I would have my girlfriends help me, but since there is no time, I need you guys to help me pick out a properly slutty outfit.  I’ll be right back.”

“Slutty?” I asked grumpily.  “Why not wear something modest?”

“Honey,” said Zoe, putting her hands on her hips the way she does when I forget to take out the garbage.  “You and I have agreed that there is going to be some hanky panky between Will and I tonight. But he doesn’t know that yet.  I can’t just come out and invite him home to make out with me.  I have to send him the message with my outfit.”

“Oh my god,” I said, putting my face into my palm.  “What have I gotten myself into?”

“Oh don’t worry dear, this is going to be fun, you’ll see,” chattered Zoe.  Then she sprinted off to our bedroom like a teenage girl to get changed.

“Boy, she’s pretty enthusiastic all of sudden,” grumbled Carl.

“Well, to be fair, Ed has agreed to this,” said Ben, taking up the cards and shuffling them.

“Sure, she’s just excited to be going on a date.  It probably makes her feel young again,” said Arnold reasonably as Ben dealt out a hand.  “Ante up.”

We played out a hand and I drained one beer quickly and then pulled another round from the fridge before Zoe returned to the dining room to show off her outfit.  She was wearing a short, tight black dress that clung to her ample tits and ass and her pale white upper thighs peeked out above her thigh high stockings. Even Carl had to whistle appreciatively as she presented herself to us for inspection.

“What a body!” said Arnold with admiration.

“You look very attractive, Zoe,” said Ben primly, but his glasses were literally steaming up at the sight of my wife’s curvaceous body.

“Does this dress make my ass look big?” asked Zoe with concern as she turned and bent over slightly so we could examine her rear end.

“Yes, but in a good way,” I said, as I eyed my wife’s round buttocks, perfectly outlined by the absurdly tight dress.

“I’d tap that,” muttered Arnold under his breath.

“Shut up Arny,” said Carl.

Zoe turned to face us again, smoothing her dress over her hips uneasily.  “I don’t know, I feel fat. I have to suck my gut in. Do I really look sexy enough?”

“Maybe too sexy,” admitted Carl.

“Thing is, that dress is so tight, I can see the outline of your bra,” commented Arnold neutrally.

“I know, I noticed that,” said Zoe, putting her hands on her boobs.  “But if I take off my bra, my boobs will be bouncing out of control.”

I think Ben surprised us all when he chimed in.  “Well you are trying to send the message that you are, ah, available,” said Ben, pushing his glasses back up his nose awkwardly.

We all broke out laughing at the idea of nerdy Ben encouraging my wife to lose her bra.

“Jeez, Ben, I didn’t think you had it in you,” murmured Zoe as she deftly unsnapped her bra and slipped it off, extracting it from the front of her dress with a shrug of her shoulders.  “Oh my god, they are going to sag to my waist.”

“No, they are still fairly perky,” observed Arnold, gazing with relish at my wife’s jiggling boobs.

We all watched in fascination as her nipples became flamboyantly  erect.

“Everyone will be able to see when my headlights are on,” said my wife, covering her nipples bashfully with her hands.

“Well, there won’t be much doubt in Will’s mind when he sees you in that outfit,” I said. “I can’t believe I am helping my wife sex it up to attract another man.  This is surreal.”

“I know honey, this is definitely the kinkiest thing we have ever done,” said Zoe, coming over to give me a peck on the cheek.  As she bent over I gazed with interest down the front of her dress at her dangling cleavage and then I glanced over to see Carl’s eyes fixed on my wife’s knockers.

“Getting an eyeful there, Carl?” I asked sardonically, and he blushed with embarrassment and averted his eyes while everyone else laughed.

“Ok, I’m going off to meet my date at the bar.  If all goes well, he and I will be coming back here in a couple of hours, sauced up and feeling randy,” said Zoe with a twinkle in her eye, striking a sexy pose by cocking one hip.  “Wish me luck, fellas.”

“Oh boy,” I groaned.

Zoe bent over again to take my face in her hands and I knew that everyone was looking down the front of her dress again.  “Ed, you and I are going to have some extremely steamy sex once this is over. Can’t you feel it?”

“Yes, I think you are right,” I said, looking up at her lovingly.  “I feel those butterflies in my belly that I haven’t felt since we first started dating.”

“Me too!” she said brightly.  “Bye bye, see you later,”

And with that she was gone, striding out of the room to go seduce another man.

“Wow,  I hope you can handle this my friend,” said Carl, clapping me on the shoulder.

The hours went by and we carried on our card game, but I just couldn’t take my mind off my wife.  I kept picturing her flirting with Will, bending over to show him her cleavage or rubbing up against him as they got drunk at the bar together and my gut wrenched with jealousy at the thought of it.

“You’ve been losing all night,” commented Ben, showing me his two aces and scraping the chips toward himself.

“He’s been distracted thinking about his wife with that other guy,” said Carl, looking pointedly at Arnold.

Arnold pulled at his collar defensively.  “Well, come on, it’s not my fault this is happening, Carl.”  But Carl just gazed at Arnold coldly and said nothing. “Hey, Ed, look, lighten up man.  If you change your mind about this this, you can always call it off and we will throw this Will guy out on his ass.”

“Shit, that’s just it, Arny,” I said, throwing down my cards and taking up my beer.  “It wasn’t your damn idea, it was this guy Will’s damn idea, and my wife suddenly felt someone paying attention to her in a way that I just can’t anymore.  I mean, I love my wife, but after twenty years, the mystery is gone. We are both known quantities to each other. Should I deny her a little fun with another guy because of my petty insecurities and jealousy?”

“Fuck, Ed,” said Carl, looking at me sadly.  “You are making me feel like a heel for breaking it off with Linda.”

“Do you ever talk to her?” asked Ben gently.  

“Sure, we make arrangements on who the kids will come to visit on holidays,” said Carl.  “Dammit, I’m calling her tomorrow. I’m seeing this whole thing in a new light. I cried like a baby when she cheated on me.  It crushed my precious ego. But it didn’t have to end like that. I want to give it another chance.”

“Hey, good for you man, you do that,” said Arnold, acting serious for once.

Just then the door opened and my wife and Will came stumbling into the dining room arm-in-arm, giggling drunkenly.  They positively stunk of booze and pot. My wife’s hair and makeup was a mess and her stockings were full of runs. Will is a big guy, over six feet tall and maybe 250 lbs.  I gritted my teeth at the way he draped his muscular arm possessively around my wife and how she clung submissively to his side.

“Holy fuck, you weren’t kidding,” gasped Will, taken aback at the sight of our poker game.  “Your goddamn husband is playing poker with his buddies right here.” He gaped stupidly at us for a second with his mouth hanging open.

“Of course, that’s what I told you, silly,” said my wife, slurring slightly and rubbing Will’s belly in a disturbingly sexual gesture as she snuggled against his chest.  I noticed that Will had a raging hardon that was pitching a tent in his tacky pleated dockers.

“Ah, hello you two,” I said, feeling my ire rise and pulse quicken at the sight of my wife being so intimate with this other guy.  “Will, these are my old friends, Arnold, Ben, and Carl,” I said carefully, gesturing at my pals in turn. “Guys, this is Will, my wife’s friend from work.”

“Smells like you two have been smoking some strong weed,” said Arnold with pursed lips.

“Omigod,  I am so stoned right now,” babbled my wife gaily.  “We smoked a bowl in Will’s truck and, uh,” she glanced at me shyly, “we fooled around a little.”

I knew that she would, and I was resolved to let her have a bit a fun with Will, but my stomach dropped when she admitted it.  My eyes went dark and I gasped for breath.

Will looked down at me in frank surprise.  “Zoe said that you were cool with this and I didn’t believe her.  She said that we could come in her and fool around a little more in front of you, but that we had to follow some rules, and I thought she was just pulling my leg.  Fuck this is some kinky shit you people are into. All your buddies wanna watch too?”

“What’s the matter, will that give you performance anxiety?” asked Ben, tilting his head to the side quizzically.

“Fuck no, I think I’m gonna get off on this shit,” said Will.  “So Ed, Zoe said that I could squeeze her boobies in front of you.  Is that right? I mean, are you giving me permission to feel up your wife?”  He looked me right in the eyes with a broad grin on his face.

I wanted to get up and punch him right in his gloating face, but I swallowed my bile and just sneered at him.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” cooed Zoe, rubbing Will’s chest.  “Let’s go into the living room and let these guys play poker.”

“Zoe, you gotta admit, it’s pretty weird to fool around with a wife while the husband is sitting right there.  I just want to make sure Ed’s cool with me touching your ta-tas.”

“You already did that plenty in the car,” she giggled, looking up at him with big doe eyes.  I groaned at the look of admiration on her face.

“I want to hear it from his own mouth,” said Will, looking over at me and arching his eyebrows.

“Don’t be a dick,” muttered Carl, irritably.

Zoe looked over at me with chagrin but said nothing.  “No, Carl, he’s right,” I forcing a sigh. “Will, I told Zoe that you two could fool around a little,” I said tightly.

“Yeah?  So I can touch her boobs like this then?” he asked, reaching over and bolding grabbing one of my wife’s nice round breasts in the palm of his hand.  “Like this?” I watched with a dry mouth as he kneaded my wife’s boob in his hand while Zoe watching my reaction guiltily.

“Uh, yeah,” I said, struggling to breath while my blood pounded in my ear. “If she’s ok with it.”

“I like it,” breathed Zoe, tilting her head back to nuzzle  and kiss Will’s neck.

“How about if I pinch her nipple?” he asked haughtily, locating my wife’s areola and tweaking it with his thumb and forefinger until it grew stiff and erect.  My wife moaned softly and started licking Will’s neck while he wagged his eyebrows at me and fingered her nipple.

My blood was boiling at this point, but my dick started to swell at the sight of this guy pinching my wife’s tit in front of me.  I looked around the table and all my friends were watching Will work my wife’s boob with fascination.

“Let’s go in the living room, baby,” urged my wife, pulling his hand away from her boob and holding it in her own.  “You are making me too hot.”

“Yeah, I am getting hot too, feel this,” he said, taking her hand and putting it forcefully onto the big bulge in his pleated dockers.

“Oh, boy,” she gasped gripping his shaft through his pants.  “Are you happy to see me or what?” she tittered.

“Ahh, ok, now,” I said, holding up my hands.

“Honey, you said I could,” pleaded Zoe.  “His thing is really, really hard,” she exclaimed with a strange innocence as she gripped the head of his dong in one hand and pinched down along the shaft with the other, making him grunt with satisfaction.   “And it’s big too.”

“Ok, but,” I complained weakly.  “It’s hard to watch.”

“I like watching,” blurted Ben, surprising everyone.  He had to pull his glasses off and wipe the fog from them so he could see.

“Oh yeah, nerdy guy?” he asked smugly.  “Watch this dance I taught Zoe tonight. It’s a black dance called the grind.”  

“Oh, I don’t think Ed would like that,” she said, looking at me with trepidation.

“Come on,” demanded Will, spinning my wife around easily and pushing her forward so that she was bent over at the waist.  My pals and I got a nice view of her swinging cleavage as Will positioned himself behind my wife and started grinding his crotch against her rear.

“Omigod, I can really feel it,” she gasped.  “I like that, it’s pushing against my hoo-ha.”

“Ok, ok, no dry humping,” I said, my palms slick and my cock stiff from watching this rude prick dry hump my wife in front of me and my friends.

“I think she likes it though,” complained Will, giving my wife a few more thrusts before stopping.

“I do like it, Will,” she said.  “I like it a lot. It’s making me wet.”

“Ok, honey, ok,” I said, holding up my hands.  “Too much information.”

“Sorry, baby,” she said, standing upright.  “But I’m super drunk and stoned and super horny right now.”

“Hey before we go make out in the living room, why don’t you, you  know, go take your dress off?” asked Will, gripping his jock with both hands.  “Can she do that, Ed? Is that allowed?”

“I mean, we hadn’t discussed that,” I stammered.

“It should be allowed,” chimed in Ben.  “You never specified that she couldn’t.”

“Listen to Ben,” laughed my wife, clapping her hands together drunkenly.  “He’s dying to see me naked.”

“Well, not naked, you still have your panties on I assume,” corrected Ben awkwardly.

“I want to see you naked,” said Arnold frankly.  “That would be super hot.”

“I have to agree,” muttered Carl.

“You guys are supposed to be on my side here,” I complained.

“I think you are overruled, honey,” said Zoe.  She came over and gave me a sloppy smooch on the cheek, then clumsily pulled her dress up and off over her head.  She tossed it aside and stood there topless, in just her panties and stockings while we all gazed at her amazing tits, swinging freely.  Her ears were bright red with lust but she covered her stiff pink nipples modestly with her hands, while Will grabbed her around the waist and dragged her off to the living room without another word.  He picked up my wife and tossed her onto the couch, making her cackle with laughter. I watched in sick horror as he climbed on top of her and buried his face in her chest.

“Uh, you guys,” I called lamely.

“Play nice, play nice,” laughed my wife, pushing Will away.  “Now let’s just kiss nicely, ok?”

Will obliged, sliding off Zoe and sitting next to her.  They wrapped their arms around each other and were kissing each other on the mouth passionately within moments.

“Oh, man, watching Zoe make out topless with that big prick is given me a massive hardon,” breathed Arnold.

“I hate to admit it, but me too,” said Carl.

“Would it be bad form if I unzipped and started jerking off while I watched?” asked Ben politely.

We all laughed, looking at Ben in amazement.

“Ben, I can’t believe you,” I said, shaking my head.  “You want to spank your monkey watching my wife fool around on the couch?”

“Look at him, he’s got his hands all over her bare chest,” hissed Arnold, gripping his crotch under the table.

I turned to watch as Will and Zoe kissed passionately, tongues flicking between open mouths.  Just as Arnold said, Will’s hands roved freely over my wife’s bare chest, weighing her hefty boobs in his hand one moment and pinching her pink nipples the next.  For her part, Zoe tugged insistently on the bulge in Will’s pants. I could hear her whimpering in passion as they made out and my innards were tied in knots of jealousy.  But I felt like jerking off too, and my penis stood stiffly at attention.

“Honey, I’m just going to, uh,” Zoe said, pulling her mouth away from Will’s for a second so she could unzip his fly.  I watched in shock as she extracted his huge phallus from his trousers. “Oh my god, what a beautiful penis,” she gasped, staring at Will’s cock as she fingered it’s red bulbous head and thick, veiny shaft.

“Didn’t I have a rule against this?” I asked, turning to Ben in desperation.

“I don’t know, Ed, I don’t remember,” muttered Ben, his arm flailing up and down as he jerked himself off under the table.

“Fuck it, if Ben’s jerking off, so am I,” said Arnold, as he unzipped and commenced to masturbating.

“Omigod, are you guys actually jerking off in there?” called Zoe with delight as she stroked Will’s exposed penis.  “That’s so freaky! Is Ed jerking it too?”

“Not yet,” I admitted.

“Well, I’ll give you something to jerk it over.  Stand up, Will, let me get these pants off you,” coaxed my wife, and Will eagerly obliged, standing up so that my wife could yank his pleated dockers down around his ankles.  “Here turn so Ed can see,” she said, sitting on the couch with Will’s huge swollen prick just an inch from her face.

“Honey, look how big Will’s balls are,” she giggled lustily, grabbing Will’s nuts and weighing them in her hand.  “He’s got a real pair of stones, just like I thought.”

“Ok, yeah, that’s nice,” I said impatiently.

“Here, watch while Will dangles them in my eyes,” she said.  Then Will and Zoe laughed uproariously while she bent down, her bare boobs brushing his thighs as he plopped his nutsack into her eye sockets.

“So rude, I love it,” muttered Arnold, licking his lips as he choked his chicken.

“Oh, yeah, now suck those bad boys,” urged  Will.

“Do you mind, Ed?” called my wife.  But before I could answer, she opened her mouth and slurped one of his sizable cojones halfway into her mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, sweating profusely as I finally unzipped my fly and started tugging my compelling hardon.

“Yeah, you like how your wife sucks my balls, there Ed?” called Will triumphantly.  He produced his phone from his shirt pocket and snapped a few pictures of my wife as she posed for him, gazing up at him in adulation with one of his nuts hanging half out of her mouth.  “The guys at work are gonna love these,” he boasted.

“Oh my god, it’s so big, I can’t fit it all in my mouth,” gushed my horny wife, as he snapped some pictures of her vigorously jerking on his cock.  “But if you show these pictures to the guys at work, I will kill you,” she said cheerfully.

“It’s ok, if I blow him, isn’t honey?” she asked me sweetly as she yanked Will’s meat.  “I mean, we are all having fun, now, right?”

“Yeah, I mean, do what you want at this point,” I agreed, feeling a chill wash through my chest as I jerked my dick under the table.  I looked around the table and realized that all four of us were pulling our puds watching my wife get it on with this big dick and I felt like a dirty pervert for a second.  But then I heard my wife humming with pleasure and I forgot all about judging our perversion as I watched my wife hungrily sucking on Will’s fat cock. Her head bobbed up and down as she blew him.

“You like that, Ed?” he crowed in exultation.  “You like how Zoe sucks my cock and balls? She can’t get enough of that big old dick in her mouth, man!”  He gave a hearty guffaw at my expense, but I just frowned and kept beating my meat while I watched my wife drop submissively to her knees before him, topless and boobs swaying, as she ran her tongue up and down his engorged shaft.

“I think I’m in love with your penis,” she groaned as he held his phone above her.

“This is gonna be an awesome video,” he said excitedly.  “But hold off, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

“Don’t cum, I need you to fuck me,” pleaded Zoe, gripping his thighs and looking up at him beseechingly.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he said smugly. “You heard that, Ed?”

“I heard it, but, Zoe, come on,” I said, trying to push my boner back into my pants. “You guys were just going to fool around, right?” I said.  “I mean, already, the blowjob and getting topless was going a little too far. I am trying to be cool about this, but penetration is over the line.”

Zoe jumped to her feet and ran over to me, her boobs bouncing in all directions as she approached.

“The bouncing,” croaked Ben and he crumpled up and shivered and I assumed he was ejaculating into the bottom of my dining room table.

“You better clean that up,” commented Carl.

“Honey, please,”  said Zoe, throwing herself onto my lap so that my stiff cock poked up between her stocking clad thighs.  “Oooh, look at how hard you are,” she cooed, pinching the head of my cock. “See, you are into this. Don’t make me stop now.  Feel how wet my pussy is,” she said, taking my hand and putting it down the front of her panties. “I know this is rough for you, but I need Will’s dick inside me.  He’s so big and manly, he’s making me crazy. I need for him to fuck the shit out of me right now.”

“Yeah, Ed, I’m gonna need you to let me fuck your wife now,” said Will, imitating the boss from Office Space.  He walked into the dining room with his stiff dong swinging back and forth. He came right up to us and slapped my wife in the cheek with his dick while she sat on my lap, fingering the head of my own dick between her thighs.  She turned her head casually and he pushed the head of his dick right into her mouth and I had a close up view of my wife giving her lover an enthusiastic blowjob while she tugged my knob.

“Jesus, alright, alright,” I said, sliding her off my lap hastily.

“Who wants to shoot the video?” asked Will  dropping his phone on the table as he scooped up my pliant wife in his arms.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and kicked her legs prettily, as he carried her off to the bedroom to fuck her.

“I’ll do it,” offered Arnold excitedly, snatching up the phone and chasing after Will and my wildly snickering wife.

“Are you really OK with this, Ed?” asked Carl, holding one hand over his dick to hide it as he stood.

“Yeah, as sick as it seems, I guess I am going to go in there and jerk off watching this guy fuck the shit out of my wife on our own bed,” I admitted sheepishly.

“This is soo fucking hot,” raved Arnold, over his shoulder.

By the time I made to our bedroom, Will had already tossed Zoe onto our bed and pulled her panties off.  He plunged his face between her legs, locking her twat in his mouth to eat her out for a few minutes, but she couldn’t take much of that and squirmed away.

“Enough, enough,” she pleaded.  “I’m already too wet, I just need that dick now.”  She looked over at me apologetically as she spread her legs for him and my heart skipped a beat.  

Arnold leaned in to get a nice shot of my wife’s pale inner thighs and dripping snatch.  She reached down and spread her labia for Will, her arms corralling her big boobs together and making them jut skyward.  Will pushed Arnold aside and climbed up on top of my wife, stroking his big hard cock as he hovered above her, looking down at her body as she offered herself to him.

“I’m taking ownership of your wife, now, Ed,” he said gleefully.  “That ok?”

“Own me,” she begged, holding her pink twat open for him.

“Ed?” he asked.  “I am waiting for your approval.”

“Yes, take her,” I grunted, dick in hand, jerking off as I watched Will sink down onto my wife and plunge his fat cock into her eager pussy.

“Yeah, yeah,” she moaned, affirming her pleasure as Will sank his shaft into her.

“Nice,” muttered Carl, who had taken up a position in a chair along the way and sat masturbating with his pants down as he watched.

Arnold was holding the phone with one hand and jerking himself with the other and he actually started dribbling cum onto the edge of our bed just as Will started pumping himself in and out of my wife.  Arnold let his sticky penis drop from his hand, but continued capturing the coitus on video, walking around the bed to get the best shot.

Will’s big dark body covered my wife’s small, pale form and his ass was pumping up and down insistently as he drilled her.  My wife gripped Will’s ass cheeks, pulling him into her, her head thrown back in ecstasy. She was moaning and urging him on with inarticulate affirmations while he rhythmically violated her on the bed where she and I had slept together for all these years.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,  I like it, I like it, fuck me,” she murmured, legs spread as wide as she could to grant him full access to herself.

“That’s it, that’s it, I’m cumming,” she cried out as his forceful fucking increased to a fever pitch, making the bedsprings creak manically.

“Ok, I’m going to empty my load inside,” croaked Will and after a few more vicious thrusts, he arched his back, driving himself as deep inside her as he could while he filled my wife’s womb with what I assumed would be a voluminous emission.  His climax complete, he climbed gruffly off of my wife, and headed off to the bathroom to wash up.

“Wait, where are you going?” cried my wife plaintively, reaching a thin arm out to him.  “Willy, I think I love you!” she called.

“Jesus, honey,” I complained, near climax myself.

“Well, you know, I love his penis anyway,” she said with embarrassment.  “Hey didn’t you cum yet? Come here, then,” She lay limp, sweaty and naked from being fucked once already, her hair plastered to her forehead, but she rolled to the edge of the bed and and grabbed my dick in a friendly and familiar way.   “Did you like hearing me moan with pleasure while Will sank his big ole meat into me?” she asked, looking up at me impishly as she dispassionately worked my dick like a washerwoman, her sweaty tits swinging back and forth.

“Bitch,” I gasped, her filthy talk bringing me to orgasm.  I spurted blast after blast of hot cum all over her tits while she laughed with pleasure.

“Attaboy,” she said encouragingly as I coated her chest in glistening semen.

“Oh fuck, this is so weird,” I said, pulling away and pacing back and forth.

“Um, yeah, can I add to the weirdness?” asked Carl, tentatively, coming over to offer his exposed penis to my wife.

“For real, Carl?” exclaimed my exhausted wife.  “What do you want me to do with this? My arms are getting tired.” But she reached out and tickled Carl’s nuts anyway and apparently that’s all he needed because I watched in horror as my old buddy jerked his dick until he shot a nice sloppy glob of jism right into my wife’s eyes.

“Wow, that’s awesome,” commented Arnold, leaning in close to capture the cumshot on video.

“Jesus, Carl,” she complained, wiping the cum from her eyes.  “What the hell? I’ve got like three men’s semen on me now.”

“Four, actually,” corrected Arnold.  “I think you are sitting in the spot where I came earlier.”

Zoe stood up unsteadily and turned her rump toward us, touching the wet smear of cum on her ass cheeks gingerly.  Arnold studiously captured the scene for posterity.

“Oh my God, you are right,” she said with mild disgust.

“You are a cum slut,” I offered gamely, noticing that I somehow didn’t feel that upset by the fact that two of my pals were looking my naked, cum slathered wife up and down with interest.

Zoe noticed too.  “Wow, you boys are getting an eyeful,” she complained good naturedly. Pulling a cover off the bed to wrap herself in.

Will came back into the room, fully dressed with his hair freshly slicked back.

“Ok, folks, well it’s time to go,” he said, chest thrust out proudly.  “Ed, thanks for letting me use your wife for sex. Zoe, thank you for revealing what a filthy whore you are, I look forward to besmirching your honor many more times in the future.  Arny, thanks for capturing the video, I will post that online tomorrow,” Will snatched his phone away from Arnold deftly. “Bye, now!”

“No, Will, you can’t post that online, I will be mortified,” cried Zoe, jumping up to try to chase after Will, but hampered by the cover wrapped around her.

“Ahh, you will get used to it.  Lots of women have sex tapes out there,” he laughed as he scuttled toward the door.  “In fact, once the guys at work see it, the worst that will happen is that you will get asked out on a lot more dates.”

With that he was gone, slamming the door behind him.

Zoe looked at me with a crooked smile, Carl’s cum still dripping from her eyebrow.  “Well, that went better than expected,” she squeaked awkwardly.

I thought I would be more upset when Will posted the video of Zoe getting fucked online and texted me the photos of her with his nuts in her mouth, but actually, I enjoyed jerking off to them.  As predicted, there was a minor scandal at the office, but she braved it out and she accepted dates from several other guys at work, including her boss. Sometimes she would bring them home for me to watch alone, but I had to admit it was more fun when she brought dates home on poker night.  Sometimes she would even let one of my pals slip it in her from behind or suck them off if she was drunk and stoned enough. Carl got back together with his ex-wife Linda, and when Linda came over to join in, poker nights got a lot more interesting. Overall, I don’t regret the turn our life has taken, though I still get a pang of jealousy when my wife begs one of her other lovers not to leave after sex and tells them she loves them.  But I just blow it off, it’s nothing to get divorced over.

 

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Dom Wife with Big Tits Used by Bully

By Gustav Jorgenson

If this were a movie, I would cast Mz Berlin

“Honey, You need to do something about that neighbor’s lemon tree,” said my wife Donna one day.  She was peering out the front window as was her habit, keeping an eye on the neighborhood. “It’s growing way out over our side of the property line and it’s always dropping those nasty lemons on our lawn.”

I sighed.  “Here we go again.”

“You need to just go out there and saw those branches off,” huffed Donna.  She was a big woman, busty and broad shouldered. She came and towered over me and thrust her intimidating bosom out and stuck her hands on her hips.  She was wearing a lace-up corset top for some reason and her tits were practically exploding out of it.

I was distracted for a moment as I gazed at my wife’s amazingly pale jigging cleavage.

“Harold, are you listening to me?” scolded my wife.  

“We’ve been over this before,” I said tiredly.  “That brute Max next door threatened to punch me in the face if I dared touch his precious lemon tree.”

“It’s within our rights!” insisted my wife.  She stamped one booted heel impatiently. I noticed her skin tight jeans and started to get a hardon as I ogled her big muscular legs.  She noticed the meager lump growing in my shorts and snorted with derision. “Is that a boner, Harold? Seriously? You are thinking about sex at a time like this?  Pay attention to me. I need you to pretend to be a man for once. Go out there and show some backbone. Stand up to that bully Max and cut those damn branches!”

I cringed under my domineering wife’s tongue lashing.  “For chrissake, honey, why make a big deal out of it? I mean, I like the lemons actually. I use them for cooking sometimes.”

“You are such a wimp, sometimes, Harold. It’s really disappointing,” said my wife with disgust.  She took out her compact and applied a fresh coat of blood red lipstick to her pouting lips. “Do I need to go out there and do it myself?  Why I barely know how to work the saw.” She turned and stalked toward the garage where I kept my tools neatly hung on pegboard hooks.

“Ah, hold one now,” I stammered, following meekly after my wife.  She was really on a rampage today for some reason.

“Which one do I use?” she asked impatiently.  She reached for a circular power saw, like an idiot.

“No, no, not that one, you’ll chop your damn arm off,” I said.  I shook my head. “Step aside, I’ll do it, I’ll do it.” I knew I was risking a punch in the nose, but maybe she would feel remorse if Max did hit me over this.  I grabbed the large pruning saw and headed out toward the front yard.

“That one?” asked my wife in amazement.  “But it’s so skinny!”

“It’s skinny, but it gets the job done,” I said.

“That’s what you said about your penis, but I’m still seldom satisfied,” said Donna, following close on my heels as I headed purposefully toward our neighbor’s lemon tree.

“Har dee har har,” I said sarcastically.  But I stopped short when I saw Max watering the flower beds in front of his house.  He was a big man, tall and heavy, with huge arms, tanned to a leathery brown, wearing a filthy wife beater.  I have no idea how he ever afforded a house in our neighborhood. He must have a rich uncle or something. His pay as a plumber couldn’t have paid the mortgage on that place.  But my musings were interrupted when Max saw Donna and I approaching his tree, saw in hand.

“What are you doing with that pruning saw?” called Max.  He had a suspicious look on his simian face.

“He’s going to trim back some of the overgrowth onto our side of the property line as is his right by law,” my wife called back haughtily.

“The hell you are!” cried Max in anger.  He threw down his hose and came thudding over to us.  “Put that damn saw down, Harold.” He held a fist up theateningly.

I quailed before the big ape and held my arms out defensively.  “Now Max, settle down, will you? Can’t we talk this over?”

“Put it down, I said,” he screamed.  His face was turning red and spittle was flying from his open maw.

“Get off our property at once!” put in Donna bravely. She shook a finger at Max.

But this just infuriated the brute and he lashed out one monstrous limb and struck me across the face with the back of his paw.  There was sharp crack and the world went dark for a moment. I came to a moment later and I was laying in the grass with my ears ringing and my face was numb.

“Oh you MONSTER!  How DARE you strike my husband.  I ought to call the police!” gasped Donna.  She bent down to help me up and even in my dazed state, I couldn’t help but notice how her huge tits practically spilled out the top of her corset.

Max noticed too and was rubbing his cheek, ogling my wife’s chest as she helped me back to my feet.

Donna planted herself before the big man defiantly. “That was totally uncalled for, striking my poor defenseless husband like that!”

“He’s not defenseless,” said Max absently.  He kept his eyes brazenly fixed on my wife’s cleavage as he spoke.

“What? What?  What are you looking at, you crass beast?” gasped my wife with indignation when she noticed Max’s attention.

“Your tits are ready come popping out of that shirt,” he told her simply.  “I don’t want to miss it when they do.”

Donna’s face turned beet red in either anger or embarrassment, I couldn’t tell.  Any other woman would be embarrassed. But Donna wasn’t exactly the modest sort. “What a shocking ape you are, talking to a lady like that.”  She hitched up her top a bit and she seemed a bit self-conscious, which was rare for her. “My top is perfectly fine.”

“Look, it’s ready to come undone any second,” insisted Max.  And the cocky bastard reached right out and plucked at the knot that tied my wife’s corset front together.  It came untied with just that gentle tug and sure enough, Donna’s huge boobs came pouring lusciously out, pink hard nipples and all.

“Hey now, buddy,” I said weakly.  But my cock was busy popping a boner.

“She’s not even wearing a bra!” he replied defensively.

“Why, why, I never! How DARE you!”  Donna ineffectually covered her chest with one arm and slapped Max right across the face.

He grabbed her thin white arm in his huge brown mitt before she could draw back and strike him again.  He grinned at her with a glint in his eye. “You came out braless like that on purpose, didn’t ya?” he leered.

Donna blushed.  My haughty, overbearing wife blushed. Beet red.  “Why, that’s, that’s ridiculous!” she stammered.  But she was so obviously lying that I had to laugh.

“Donna!  Is that right?” I chuckled.   For some reason I found the idea of my wife trying to dress slutty for our brutish neighbor to be hilarious.

Max watched Donna with interest as she struggled feebly to rein in her bare bouncing tits.  “Look how much lipstick she got on.” My embarrassed wife turned her back to him so at least her chest wasn’t facing him as she worked to get her tits back into her corset.  Max smacked his lips at the sight of her ass in those tight jeans. “And look how tight her jeans are! She’s trying to turn me on!”

“Don’t flatter yourself, you animal!” spat Donna over her shoulder.

“Animal, huh?” he asked.  Max pounced on my wife from behind and reached around to cup her big swinging melons in his rough calloused hands.  “Maybe I AM an animal!”

“Jesus, Max, get your hands off my wife’s tits, will you?” I laughed.  I couldn’t believe this was happening. But my erection was at full staff.  I mean she really was dressed to provoke him. That was obvious now.

“Ah man, don’t be selfish.  Look at this big titties. Let a guy cop a feel will ya?”  He pinched my wife’s nipples as she struggled in his arms. “They are giving me a boner.”  He jammed his crotch against my wife’s ass aggressively. “You feel that, honey? That’s the boner your tits are giving me.”

“Oh, I feel it, you filthy beast,” spat Donna.  But my wife rotated her ass a bit, grinding it back against his rod.  “You get that huge cock away from me, you, you, fucker!”

“You know you want it, you bitch,” he growled in my wife’s ear as he reached down and unzipped her fly.

Donna gasped as Max reached right down the front of her open jeans and grabbed her pussy.

“Harold, are you just going to stand there and watch like an imbecile while this, this ape molests me?” whimpered my wife.  But she wasn’t struggling against him any more and her eyes were shining with lust.

“Uh, no, no,” I said.  I cleared my throat. “Unhand my wife, you cad!”  I giggled a little at the absurdity of it all. “Who do you think you are, Donald Trump?”

Max had my wife’s jeans halfway down at this point as he insistently prodded her in the rear with his boner and fingered her at the same time. “Dude, she’s wet as fuck.  She’s totally ready for it.”

“Donna, is that true?”  I gasped in mock surprise.  I understood what her game was now and I had to admit, it was turning me on.

“Um, no?” lied my wife.

He yanked my wife’s jeans down to her knees, effectively hobbling her while he got his dick ready.  “See that, Harry!” he crowed triumphantly. “No panties. I told ya! She was planning this!”  And the crude bastard jammed his cock right up into my wife’s wet sloppy cunt from behind, making her cry out in passion.

‘How DARE you!” she moaned.  “HOW dare you!”

Max was pumping away in earnest now, fucking my wife hard from behind right there in broad daylight in our front yard while he juggled her big white boobs in his hand.  Without thinking, I pulled my own pants down and started spanking my monkey while I watched. You don’t see something THIS hot everyday.

“Oh, how COULD you, Harold?” cried my wife, and she bit her knuckle as she climaxed from Max’s animalistic humping.  He really was going at her just like a dog.

“What do you people think you are doing?” screamed Mrs. Crawford from across the street.  She was a nosy old woman. We should have known she was would see this.

I turned to face her, with my dick in my hand and the perversity of the whole situation made me start cumming.  I shot a big glob of semen right onto the hem of Mrs. Crawford’s dress and the poor old girl nearly had a conniption fit.  It had probably been twenty years since she had laid eyes on a cumshot.

“Harold Meadly, why I never!” she gasped.  But she was looking at my deflating hardon with fascination so I just grinned at her and wagged my eyebrows.  She stormed back to her house looking over her shoulder and muttering.

Meanwhile Max had Donna by the hair and was jerking her head back viciously while he emptied his load deep inside my wife’s womb.  She was whimpering again and I realized that his rough treatment made her come a SECOND time. Amazing. He pulled his cock out of her and gave me a smug look, proud of himself.

“That’s what you get!” he told us.

“Yeah, well, we’re going to come back tomorrow and try to cut that branch again, you know,” I said with a smile.

“Yeah, well, me and my dick will be waiting for you,” he said and the big dick swaggered back to his yard with his chest puffed out proudly.

“Sorry about that, honey.  I know he’s a crass brute, darling, but I’m afraid that gets me off,” Donna said in a small voice.

I just slapped her bare ass playfully and then let her lean on my shoulder so she could pull her jeans back up before leading her back inside.  It was worth taking a bitch slap from our oaf of a neighbor to see my imperious wife brought low and get used like a whore in the front yard.

Gustav Jorgenson’s cuckold stories:
Slut Wife, Happy Life: Naughty Wife Tales
Exhibitionist Wife Tales: 15 stories of wives cheating in public
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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?”

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

Wife 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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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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Party Like a Plutocrat – Ch.11

Chapter 11 – The Wives Fly off with the Billionaire

Excerpted from “Party Like a Plutocrat

Continued from Chapter 10.
You and Max go get seriously drunk at his place but you manage to stumble into bed in the guest room before passing out this time.

You wake up late in the afternoon and shuffle out the kitchen to find Max brewing coffee. The sun is shining and a warm breeze blows through the open window and you feel utterly miserable. The hummingbird appears and hovers before the window and you feel like throwing a shoe at it.

“Let’s poison the bird feeder.” you suggest.

“Yeah, I know how you feel, Ted.” says Max. I wasn’t thrilled about watching my wife get poked by that billionaire last night, but you know, today it doesn’t bother me so much. I mean, who cares really? It’s not as though she is going to leave me for him. It was basically a monetary transaction. I got a PO from Smithers this morning for one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.“

“Whoa!” you say thinking that over. “Nah, I don’t care.” you say finally. “We don’t need the money. And you don’t either, really, you keep crashing and burning with these business ventures, but what does Jenny make now, $300k?”

“Something like that, plus options.” sighs Max jealously, “I know, that’s true. This kind of money isn’t going to change our lifestyles or anything.”

“Fuck.” you say bitterly, taking a sip of coffee. “Hey, it’s almost 2 pm, when are the girls coming back?”

“I don’t know, do you have your phone? Call Erin and see.” he says squinting at the beautiful day.

You fish out your phone to find a text from your wife. Erin: Got dragged along on a trip to NYC, be back next week sometime. Love you.

“Jesus Christ, and so it begins.” you spit, handing Max the phone to show him the text.

“Goddammit, where’s my phone?” he says running out to the living room. “I was afraid this might happen. Fucking billionaire just has the jet fueled up and off they go!”

“I got a voicemail from Jenny!” he says.

“Put it on speaker.” you say.

“Hi hon, it’s me. Please don’t freak out but Erin and I are on the way to the airport with Reggie and Ben right now. There is a conference going on and he wants to introduce us to some people… I uh, you know… of course we tried to get out of it, but after last night… Reggie basically wouldn’t take no for an answer. He’s just mad about us right now and of course, it’s actually sort of exciting to just pick up and jump in a private jet…Erin and I will be back next week sometime. I’ll give you a call later tonight… Look, I love you. This is just a passing fancy, OK? Bye.”

You and Max just sit in silence for a long time. The he plays the message again.

“I feel nauseous at the idea of her going off on a pleasure trip with that guy.” you say. “I mean, I can’t give her that sort of life…”

“Oh, shit, Ted. Erin never wanted that sort of life.” laughs Max ruefully. “She got a life of comfort and a fulfilling job and a loving husband… Jenny’s right, this is a passing fancy. Witherspoon will get tired of them soon and toss them aside.”

“Does that really make you feel any better?” you ask.

“Well, yeah. It does. That guy can’t really come between my wife and I. And he can’t break you and Erin up either. We all have deep bonds.” and he straightens his shoulders at the thought. “We are going to get through this.”

You try to smile gamely, but you have deep misgivings about what the future holds…

End of Party Like a Plutocrat – Book 1

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