By Gustav Jorgenson
Jimmy and Lucy had been living next door to us just a few weeks before they invited us over for drinks. When Lucy answered the door in a super short, thin white slip I gasped at the sight of her bare legs and her bouncy boobs. Her nipples were poking through the thin material and she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. She was petite with a great body, big boobs, shapely hips, thin legs, narrow waist, her short blonde hair was spiky as though she had just gotten out of bed.
“Oh my gosh, Lucy, are we too early?” asked my wife Erin. “You aren’t even dressed yet.” She was holding the bottle of wine we had brought.
Lucy grinned at her. “Oh, do I need to get dressed?” she asked. She turned to me. “Don’t you think I look Ok like this, Tom?” She stood up on her tiptoes and smoothed the hem of her slip down which barely covered her crotch.
I gulped and looked at my wife. Her mouth was hanging open in shock. First she stared at me then at Lucy’s broad smile. Her brow furrowed. I could see a lot going on in her mind. Lucy just waited, hands on her bare thighs, smiling at us. After a moment Erin seemed to figure something out and she broke out in nervous laughter.
“Oh, Erin, you are terrible. Are you flirting with my husband?”
Lucy put a finger in her mouth and gave Erin a bashful look. “Maybe a little?” Then she noticed the wine. “Ooh, wine, we love wine, let me go open this.” She grabbed the wine and ran off back into her house. I could see a flash of the bottom of her bare round butt cheeks poking out below the hem of her slip.
“She’s not wearing any panties!” I exclaimed.
“Unbelievable,” said Erin. She shook her head but had a bemused smile. “Now don’t you get any ideas, mister. You are MY husband.” She punched me on the arm, but not too hard.
“No, of course not,” I said. “Should we even stay?”
“They are our new next door neighbors, Tom,” said Erin, as though that explained everything.
Jimmy came walking down the hall dressed in an expensive grey business suit with a red power tie. He was VP of Sales at a tech company. Tall, good looking, dark hard parted to the side, he projected a sense of authority offset by his easy smile. He was favoring us with that bright white smile now, brilliant veneers flashing, arms spread wide in welcome
“Tom! Erin! So good of you to come. Come in, come in.” He engulfed my wife in a full body hug, which went on a little too long for my taste, then held her at arm’s length, looking her up and down. Erin was wearing a modest flowery summer dress that came to her knees, her long brown hair back in a ponytail. “You look marvelous.”
“Ha, well Lucy was starting to make me feel overdressed,” said Erin. She looked up at Jimmy with a smile.
“Well, maybe we can correct that after a few drinks, eh, Tom?” He winked at me and grabbed my hand in a crushing handshake.
“Heh, yeah, I’m… not really sure what you mean by that, Jim,” I said. I didn’t like the way Jim was looking at my wife’s body, like he was sizing her up.
“Please, call me Jimmy. Everyone calls me Jimmy,” he said. He put his hands on our backs and ushered my wife and I inside.
“Ok, Jimmy,” said Erin. She was looking up at him again.
We walked down a hallway decorated with native american pottery, pots with geometric patterns in reds and yellows, on rough hewn wooden stands against cream colored walls. We were led to a huge living room with a sunken conversation pit in the center, all done in beige and brown. Big windows looking out onto the tasteful desert landscaping, green barked palo verde, purple flowering ironwood, teddy bear cholla with it’s adorable clusters of lime green spikes that look furry from a distance but will prick you terribly. Scottsdale mountain rose majestically beyond, purple and gold in the sunset.
“Wow, beautiful view,” said my wife. Though we had largely the same view at our place next door,, I had to admit, their landscaping was better. It must have cost a fortune.
Lucy appear with glasses clutched in one hand, the open bottle of wine in the other, still in her tiny slip, boobs bouncing joyfully, bare legs carelessly exposed. I felt my penis stirr in my trousers at the site of her. “Wine time!” she said cheerfully.
Jimmy watched my reaction. “I think Tom likes your outfit, Luce,” he said, pronouncing it “loose” which seemed appropriate.
Lucy shrugged. “Well, he hasn’t commented on it.” She descended into the conversation pit put the glasses down on the big coffee table in the center, highly lacquered driftwood, swirls of brown and orange. The hem of her slip hiked up as she bent over and I looked at her pale white butt. She glanced back at me and smiled. I felt my face getting hot and my erection growing.
“Lucy, you are so bad,” laughed Erin. “Don’t try to entice my husband with this plump little butt.” She raced down to join Lucy in the pit and spanked her bare ass cheek, making Lucy squeal and stand up quickly.
“Why, I just like to be comfortable, when I lounge around the house,” said Lucy, handing my wife a big glass of Pino Grigio, her eyes half lidded.. “Why don’t you make YOURself more comfortable?” She looked at my wife up and down. “Jimmy would like that.”
My wife took big gulp of wine, looking up at Jimmy over the rim of her glass. “I bet he would.” SHe straightened up, jutting her chest out, ”But I’m not that sort of girl.”
“We’ll see. You might change your tune after a few more drinks,” said Jimmy. He licked his lips as he looked at my wife’s protruding boobs.
I coughed. “Ok, people, this is not quite what I had in mind for the evening. Can we try to be a little more, uh, appropriate.”
Jimmy rolled his eyes, went down and grabbed a glass of wine.. “We are just entertaining our new neighbors with a few drinks. Please, come sit down.” He motioned to me to join them in the pit. I hesitated for a moment, and Jimmy took the opportunity to guide my wife to a seat next to him.
Four greyish beige loveseats surrounded the coffee table in the center, enough room for two per seat. Lucy sat on the next loveseat over from Jimmy and Erin, next to my wife. She patted the space next to her, motioning for me to join her.
I looked at Erin and she looked at me. “Oh no, you little hussy, I don’t want you getting too close to my husband,” said Erin. “You have evil intent.”
“I’m not evil, I’m nice,” said Lucy with a pout. “I’m just trying to be friendly.”
“By showing my husband your bare ass? You call that friendly?” laughed Erin.
“Sure,” purred Lucy. “I’m REALLY friendly.”
Jimmy laughed. “She sure is.”
“I’m uh, ok, over here,” I said, sitting across from Lucy, perpendicular to her husband.
Lucy sulked. “You are no fun,” she said.
I reached forward and grabbed my wine. “Uh, sorry.” I didn’t know what to make of these people. I felt really aroused by Lucy, and I was afraid to sit too close to her for fear of what might happen. Erin and I had been married for 15 years and we had a great relationship. I didn’t want to risk that.
“So, where did you folks move here from?” asked my wife. She leaned forward and poured herself to another glass of wine. She sure finished that first glass quickly. It almost seemed that she was TRYING to get drunk.
“San Francisco,” said Lucy. She leaned forward to pour herself another glass as well and I could see down the front of her shirt, her big milky boobs dangling inside her slip. She looked up and caught me looking and winked at me.
My boner was growing painful in my pants.
My wife noticed the exchange.. “Honey, stop looking at Lucy’s boobs. I can see where your eyes are pointing.” Then she turned to Jimmy. “San Francisco, huh? There is a lot of, uh, what do they call it there? Polyamory? Wife swapping, all sorts of kinky stuff happens there.”
“Yes. Yes, it does, Erin,” said Jimmy. He put his arm around my wife’s shoulders and she stiffened.
“Uh, watch yourself, mister,” she said. She took Jimmy by the hand and unwrapped it from around her. “I’m not a harlot, like YOUR wife seems to be.”
Lucy laughed good-naturedly. “Maybe not a harlot, but you ARE pretty hip, Erin. How did you hear about polyamory?” She seemed delighted.
“Oh, there was an article about it in Vogue last month,” said my wife. She leaned forward unsteadily to pour herself yet another glass. I looked down at my own drink, only half finished and I felt nervous.
I tried to change the subject. “Yeah, that’s a really hot real estate market, isn’t it? You must have made a bundle when you sold your home there.”
Jimmy furrowed his brow in confusion. “Oh, we didn’t sell our condo in SF. We are keeping both places. This is our new winter home.”
“We are snowbirds!” exclaimed Lucy. Then she paused. “Don’t you and Erin have a second home?”
“Oh, no, we couldn’t afford that on Tom’s salary,” said my wife. I didn’t like the way she put it. Like I was too inadequate to make the big bucks the way Jimmy did.
Lucy frowned and looked at me skeptically. “Why? What do you do for a living, Tom?”
“Now, now, honey,” said Jimmy. “That’s a gauche thing to ask. Don’t put Tom on the spot like that.” I felt ashamed to make less money than Jimmy and jealous that he had enough class not to rub it in.
“Hmph,” said Lucy. She looked at me with a bit of a sneer on her face.
“Don’t be like that, honey,” Jimmy told his wife. “It’s not the size of a man’s bank account that matters.” He reached between his legs and adjusted himself. My wife watched him in shock and my stomach felt cold. Jimmy had an erection that was forming a big bulge in his pants and my wife was staring at it.
“Well, I like men who have both. Financial assets and other assets, um, down there,” said Lucy. Jimmy broke out laughing and even I chuckled a bit at the joke.
Erin was still looking at Jimmy’s bulge as he fingered it. “Ugh, how RUDE! Look at you, playing with that huge member of yours. That’s no way to act in front of a lady.”
“It’s not really bigger than average,” said Jimmy. He squeezed the bulge, testing it.
“It’s just super hard,” added Lucy. “Jimmy’s testosterone is really high and I think that’s what makes his erections so hard.” She looked at my wife. “Really, really hard.”
“So I see,” said Erin. She was still inspecting his thing.
“Can we change the subject?” I asked. I didn’t like how my wife was watching Jimmy finger his rock hard bulge. Like she wanted to help him with it. It made my guts feel funny, sort of twisted up.
“Shush you,” said Lucy. She pointed a finger at me and then spread her legs so that I could look right up her slip and see the light brown fur of her vagina. My mouth dropped open and I felt my pulse quicken, my penis was getting hard again. Lucy smile with satisfaction at my reaction.
Erin was aghast. “Thomas Patton, stop that at once! Don’t stare at that little hussy’s snatch.”
“But, but, she’s showing me,” I stammered. I pulled my eyes away from Lucy’s cunt on display with effort and looked my wife in the eye. I couldn’t get a read on her expression, she seemed a bit annoyed, but also a little aroused. Her cheeks were flushed from the wine and her eyes were glistening.
“I can tell there is no use trying to get that little minx Lucy to change her ways,” said my wife. She leaned forward to pour herself another glass.
“That’s the truth,” laughed Jimmy.
Erin held up a finger as she drank from her glass. Then she wiped her mouth sloppily with the back of her hand, totally uncharacteristic of her, usually so prim and proper. “As I said, Lucy is slut, that’s just her nature.” Lucy giggled and spread her legs wider, I couldn’t help but look at her twat again. “But you!” Erin flung her cardboard drink coaster at me in exasperation. “But you are my husband, you aren’t supposed to look at other women.”
“It IS sort of hard to ignore Lucy’s pussy when she puts it out there like that,” said Jimmy judiciously. “I know from experience. A lot of guys have taken the offer.” He put his hand on my wife’s thigh and squeezed it.
Erin lifted his hand and put it back in his lap. “Jeez you are like an octopus, mister,” she said. But she was looking at him with a big smile on her face. She didn’t seem too upset. “Are you going to just let this fellow make advances on me, Tom?” She kept her eyes on Jimmy as she addressed me. “Or are you too busy staring at Lucy’s hoo-ha?”
Lucy laughed. “Hoo-ha! That’s a good one.” She parted her labia and I could see the glistening pink interior of her vaginal flower. “Don’t listen to your wife, Tommy, come over her and feel how wet my hoo-ha is.”
“Come on Lucy, quit fooling around,” I said. My mouth was dry and I drank the rest of my wine.
“Why? What’s wrong with a little fooling around?” asked Jimmy. He looked at me as he leaned down and started nibbling on my wife’s soft white neck.
Erin tilted her head away and moaned as Jimmy worked his way up her neck to the base of her chin, then sucked her ear lobe. He put his arm around her waist.
“Hey!” I croaked, my pits were growing damp, and my cock was still hard from sight of Lucy’s juicy puss.
“Oh my gosh,” said Erin, she pushed Jimmy away. He face was flushed. “He’s getting so fresh with me, Tommy!”
“Don’t you like it?” he asked. He took my wife’s hand and looked her in the eye. She didn’t resist, she let him hold her small pale hand in his big tanned mitt and gazed back at him like a deer caught in headlights.
“I think she likes it,” said Lucy.
“Hmm, maybe a little,” admitted Erin.
“You’re going to like this too,” said Jimmy. He put my wife’s hand in his lap, resting it on the bulge in his pants.
“Jimmy, how dare you!” gasped my wife. But she went ahead and gripped his dong in spite of her protest.
“For chrissake Erin!” I shouted. “You bitch at me for just looking at Lucy, and there you are giving Jimmy a goddamn handjob.”
Erin withdrew her hand guiltily. “He just took me by surprise. And it wasn’t a handjob, Tommy, I just squeezed it a little.”
“Just squeezed it a little!” I scoffed. “What if I went over there and squeezed Lucy a little?”
Erin looked uncomfortable.
“Please do,” chirped Lucy. “I’ve been trying to get you to for a while now.”
“Quiet, you hussy,” laughed my wife. “Is there any more wine?”
“I’ll get some!” said Lucy and she jumped up and grabbed a bottle of red wine from the dry bar in the corner.
“You want more wine now,” I said raising my hand in exasperation. “Don’t you think we should be leaving?”
“Oh stop being so dramatic,” said Lucy. “Here, help me open this bottle, I need a strong man to pop my cork.” Lucy pouted at me and handed me the bottle along with the opener. I couldn’t help staring at her bare legs. They looked really nice and smooth, well formed. I felt my erection stiffen.
I took the bottle and started opening it.
“My hero,” cooed Lucy. She reached out and grabbed my crotch.
“Hey now,” I yelped, the cork popping as I pulled away from the groping sex pot.
“Hey is right,” she said in surprise. “Is this a penis or a pencil? Is this all you’ve got for me?” Lucy seemed annoyed.
“Play nice, Lucy,” said Jimmy. “Pour us some wine.”
“He’s hardy got any cock at all,” whined his wife as she handed out the glasses.
“Wow, thanks a lot,” I said. I could feel myself deflating. But I accepted the glass of wine she offered anyway.
“Don’t be a little brat, Lucy. Remember how I fucked that Hendricks woman? You think I relished sticking my dick in that fat thing? But I did it for you. So you could get your hands on her husband’s big black cock. Now I feel like fucking Erin and you will just have to settle for Tommy’s offering. However modest it may be,” said Jimmy. He raised his glass to me as if in apology.
“Um, you won’t be fucking Erin. She is my wife, you know.” I felt lame as I said this, and decided to drink more wine.
“Pssh, you OWE it to your wife to let Jimmy fuck her. I’m sure she could USE a proper reaming. You can’t be doing much for her with that little ding-a-ling you are sporting down there,” said Lucy. But she said it in a playful way and lifted her nightie again to show me her pussy again. I guess to take the sting off.
“Um, Tommy’s penis is, uh, nice,” said my wife, clearly flustered.
“I’ll show you something nice,” said Jimmy. He stood before my wife and unzipped his fly. I heard Erin gasp.
“You like that?” asked Jimmy.
“My god, it’s huge!” exclaimed my wife. I watched as Jimmy thrust his big veiny boner in my wife’s face.
“What the fuck, man?” I shouted.
“Oh calm down and drink your wine,” muttered Lucy. “I’ll come over there and service your little sausage in a minute.”
“Suck it,” said Jimmy. He pushed his cock against my wife’s lips.
“I will not,” said Erin indignantly. “Get that giant thing away from me. It’s like sticking a night stick in my face.” He pushed Jimmy’s cock away.
“This is really going too far, man!” I said, standing up.
“Oh do, shut up, Tommy. I’m trying to make your wife,” snapped Jimmy irritably. He grabbed Erin’s head and pushed his dick into her mouth forcibly. She waved her arms dramatically as it went in between her red lips.
“Jesus, what the fuck are you doing? You are forcing her!” I cried.
“Look, Tommy, look at her sucking it. Does it look like I’m forcing her?” he said.
Sure enough, Erin had one hand wrapped around his shaft as she ran her tongue around his swollen red glans. She fished his huge sloppy nutsack out of his pants with her other hand and fondled it with enthusiasm. It was like a big hairy change purse in her hands.
“Erin, what the hell do you think you are doing?” I screamed.
“What? Oh shit, sorry honey,” said my wife. She pulled her mouth off of Jimmy’s huge wang and looked at me blearily. “I uh, am so drunk right now. And his penis is like, really big and stuff. Look at it, it’s like, enormous and really really stiff.” I noticed that she kept his balls in her hands as she said this.
“I don’t want to look at Jimmy’s penis,” I told my wife patiently. Especially since it was so much bigger than mine, I thought to myself.
“You people are impossible,” Jimmy said with frustration. He wrestled his massive dong back into his pants and my wife seemed disappointed. He pulled out his phone. “Here, I’m calling an Uber to take us to Iris and Ivy for dinner.”
“Food!” shouted Lucy. She thrust a fist into the air in triumph. “Yes!”
Jimmy gestured to my wife. “Put her into something presentable, will you dear?” he asked his wife. He picked up his glass of wine and took a long satisfied drink.
“What’s wrong with how I’m dressed?” asked Erin.
“No fun!” shouted Lucy. “Here come on, I will put you in something that will keep Jimmy’s dick hard.” She took my wife’s hand and pulled her up off of the love seat.
“Uh,” I said loudly.
“Well, ok, I guess,” said Erin. She was looking at Jimmy’s bulge, not at me.
“Honey!” I shouted.
“Don’t you want dinner, dear?” she asked sweetly as Lucy led her away.
“Well, yes, I guess so,” I admitted.
“How are you holding up, boss?” asked Jimmy amicably after the girls were gone.
“This is very confusing,” I admitted.
“Lucy will let you fuck her, don’t worry,” he said. “But you have to be rough with her. You know, grab her hair and stick her face in the pillow. She likes that borderline rape stuff. You can’t mince around with her.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not sure if I can do that,” I said.
Jimmy looked at me for a moment.
“You are going to fuck my wife, aren’t you?” I asked him.
“Definitely,” he said. “But look, sex isn’t such a big deal. I’ve watched plenty of guys fuck Lucy and she’s still here using my credit cards.” He laughed but then stopped. “Seriously, you and Erin will be fine after this. I promise.”
Just then Erin and Lucy returned to the room.
“She wouldn’t let me wear any underwear, Tommy!” laughed my wife. She was wearing a long white shirt as a dress and it barely covered her crotch and her big boobs were swinging shamelessly.. Lucy hadn’t bothered changing out of her nightgown but had merely added heels and pearls to her outfit.
“Let me see,” urged Jimmy.
Erin blushed and turned to lift the back of her shirt, flashing her round white ass to Jimmy and I before modestly smoothing the hem back down.
“This is going to be a wonderful evening,” Jimmy told me.
“I don’t know about this,” I said.
“Sorry, honey, am I being bad?” asked my wife.
“Hold that thought, the uber is here,” said Jimmy. He had his phone out again. “Everyone out. Time to go.”
“But, but, but,” I said.
“No buts,” said Jimmy. He took me by the shoulder and guided me up the stairs out of the conversation pit.
“Except these butts!” giggled Lucy, flashing us her ass as she and Erin ran ahead, giggling hand in hand.
“See?” said Jimmy. “There is something in it for you. If you are man enough to grab it.”
He looked me in the eye, but I quavered and had to look away.
“I call shotgun!” cried Lucy as a black towncar pulled up.
A dark skinned south asian man in a white shirt and black pants jumped out of the car and ran around to open the door for Lucy. He was staring at her skimpy nightgown in amazement.
“Want to see something?” she giggled.
“Certainly, ma’am,” he said.
Lucy lifted the front of her gown and showed him her pussy.
The driver’s mouth fell open in amazement as he examined Jimmy’s wife’s bush.
“Don’t you like it?” she pouted.
“Oh, it’s very nice, ma’am. It looks delicious,” said the driver. He looked at Jimmy and I in confusion, but Jimmy just laughed.
“Delicious! That’s a good one! It is delicious, I assure you,” said Jimmy. He opened the door for Erin and then ran around to the other side.
Erin sat in the middle and I jumped in next to her and pull the door closed behind.
“You want a blowjob while we drive over?” Lucy asked the driver playfully.
My wife cackled with laughter. “Lucy you are just terrible!”
“I don’t know if I would be able to concentrate on my driving, ma’am,” said the driver as we pulled away. “But thank you for the offer.”
“Don’t worry about that, that’s what airbags are for,” said Lucy. She reached over and unzipped the driver’s fly.
“Oh my!” gasped the driver as Lucy pulled his thick brown uncut cock from his pants.
“Erin, look at this thing!” cooed Lucy as she started stroking the driver’s dong.
My wife leaned forward and peered between the front seats. “Wow!”
“Erin, stop it!” I said.
“But I want to watch,” she whined at me over her shoulder. She leaned forward to get a better view as Lucy lowered her head into the driver’s lap. The back of my wife’s shirt rose up as she did so, exposing her soft white buttocks again.
Jimmy growled with pleasure and reached out to squeeze my wife’s tender cheeks. She reached back to slap at his hand, but she was too focused on Lucy working the driver’s cock to pay much attention to Jimmy. I heard loud slurping sounds and he driver groaned with pleasure.
“Jimmy, will you get your hand off of my wife’s butt, please?” I asked.
“Oh stop being such a prude all the time,” he laughed. “Here watch this.” He reached down underneath my wife and she squealed as he inserted a finger into her cunt. She reached back and grabbed his wrist, trying to pull it away.
“Jimmy, oh Jimmy, stop that,” she gasped.
He pushed his finger in and out of her more aggressively, she wasn’t strong enough to stop him. “Your mouth says no, but your pussy says yes,” he grunted. “You are wet as fuck.”
“Oooh, oooh,” moaned my wife as Jimmy fingered her.
I felt my guts in a knot and I finally grabbed Jimmy’s elbow and yanked it back. His finger came out of my wife with a wet popping sound and she sighed in disappointment. She looked over her shoulder at Jimmy and wiggled her butt back and forth suggestively.
“Erin!” I cried.
“Oops, sorry, dear,” she said. “But that felt sort of good.”
“Aahh,” screamed the driver. “Ahh, sweet Rati!”
Erin fell back into her seat between Jimmy and I and Lucy’s face appeared between the seats. She wore a devilish grin. Her face was cover in globs of translucent semen and a big stringy glob was dripping from her chin. “Look how much he came, Jimmy!”
“Great job, sweetie,” laughed Jimmy. “You really got him to blow a big load!”
“You people are sick,” I said. I was feeling sick and aroused and jealous all at the same time.
“You just aren’t any fun at all,” said Lucy and she blew a raspberry at me.
A big chunk of cum came off of her lips and struck my tie. “Ugh!” I cried. I looked down at the sticky pearl drop staining my red silk tie in disgust. “Look what you did! I have a biohazard on me now!”
“I am very healthy, sir,” objected the driver. “And we have arrived.”
The car came to a stop and Lucy kissed the driver on the cheek. “I like your penis!” she told him.
“Thank you so much for the wonderful tip, ma’am,” he said.
We all got out of the car, and the girls ran ahead, heads close together as they whispered and giggled.
“I can’t believe you let your wife do that,” I told Jimmy in amazement.
“She’s a nymphomaniac,” he said with a shrug. “She does that sort of thing all the time. Never a dull moment with her. She always sucking off random men. You should have been there the time she convinced a bunch of businessmen to gang bang her in the elevator at my office building.” He shook his head. “Good times, good times.”
When we got to the host stand, a young man was standing with a menu in his hand and staring at our wife’s bare legs in their revealing outfits.
“Um, where is the restroom, honey?” Lucy asked him with a twinkle in her eye. “I have to go clean all this gism off my face.”
The young guy pointed mutely toward the back of the restaurant and Lucy ran off, butt cheeks flashing. Several men standing around waiting for tables craned their necks to watch, wives slapping their arms in irritation.
“Lucy is FUN, isn’t she?” commented Erin.
“She sure is,” agreed Jimmy. “You are fun too.” He put his arm around my wife as the host lead us to our table.
“Not as fun as she is,” said Erin.
“But you could be,” he said. He reached his hand up the back of my wife’s shirt dress, and she let him fondle her rear.
“I’ll try,” she breathed
“Erin!” I complained
“Oh, sorry honey,” she said, but she didn’t make Jimmy stop. I just watched helplessly as he felt her up.
We were seated and the server took our drink orders and I just sat there in a daze as Jimmy whispered things into my wife’s ear and she laughed. Lucy returned and when a burly Mexican busboy came to bring us water she reached out and grabbed his crotch.
“Ai, permiso, permiso,” cried the meaty fellow, taken aback.
“Te gusta?” asked Lucy? She slipped one strap off of her shoulder and one of her pert round tits came falling out.
“Ai, puta!” laughed the busboy. He looked around the dining room furtively and pinched Lucy’s nipple which she kneaded the bulge in his polyester slacks.
“I like how he doesn’t bother looking at you or I,” laughed Jimmy. “He just doesn’t want his BOSS to see him feeling up the clientele.”
Once the busboy was finished pouring water, he winked at Lucy and went away, motioning for her to follow him.
“I’m off on another adventure!” she said. She took up her wine, hitched her strap back up and ran off to follow the busboy.
“Looks like you moved too slow with her,” said Jimmy. “Sorry old man.” He unzipped his fly and took his cock out, it was straining upward, veiny and stiff. “I say, Erin, can you help me with this?”
My wife looked around the dining room in trepidation. “Jimmy, we can’t do this HERE in front of everyone.”
“You can’t do it ANYWHERE, you are my WIFE for fuck’s say,” I told her drunkenly.
Jimmy just put Erin’s hand on his cock and she leaned in close to his side and started stroking it for him. She drank with her left hand and tugged his dick with her right.
“I’ll just pull on it a little bit for him, ok?” she asked me.
“Erin, what’s gotten into you?” I asked in amazement. My mouth was dry again and I drank off my wine.
“Oh, I don’t know, I just want to have fun, I guess,” she sighed. “Look how much fun Lucy and Jimmy have.” Then she bent over and put the head of Jimmy’s cock in her mouth.
He moaned in pleasure, put his hand on the back of my wife’s head as she bobbed her head up and down, sucking him off in the middle of the busy upscale restaurant. He reached down and unbuttoned my wife’s shirt and her big boobs fell out. I watched him fondle those soft white orbs and hard pink nipples and I felt my breath stop. My heart was pounding, but I didn’t know what to do.
A chubby middle aged man in a suit came over to the table. He looked like a manager.
“I’m sorry folks, you can’t do that in here, you will have to leave,” he said. He watched Jimmy squeezing my wife’s tits with a mix of disgust and yearning, which is sort of how I felt myself.
Erin lifted her head, her chin glistening with spit as Jimmy’s dong throbbed below her. “What? Omigosh! Are we being kicked out?”
“Very sorry, ma’am. Please come back when you are a little more sober and can act more, uh, in accord with the behavior we expect at a fine eating establishment.”
“No problem, I need to find a quiet place to fuck her anyway,” Jimmy told the manager as he stood up. His dick was sticking out stiffy from his open fly, but he didn’t seem to mind. A couple of wives at the other tables were staring in fascination as his huge boner and the husbands had a chance to slap THEIR shoulders.
“Put that thing away,” giggled my wife, grabbing his thing playfully. She was holding the front of her unbuttoned shirt closed with one hand.
“I’ll put it away inside your pussy,” he growled.
“Oooh, I like that idea,” she said.
“ERIN!” I complained.
“Oh, you,” she said and released Jimmy’s cock with a sigh.
Everyone was staring at us as Jimmy hustled my wife out a side exit. The men were watching my wife’s bouncing bosom and naked legs, the women watched Jimmy’s cock swinging proudly before him, and everyone pointed me out, the nervous cuckold hurrying to keep up. I heard whispers and laughter all around and my face flushed red. We came to an alley behind the restaurant where we found Lucy bent over, hands against a dumpster while the brown skinned busboy violated her doggystyle while a gang of dishwashers from the kitchen stood around and hooted encouragement in spanish.
“Hmm, a little too crowded here,” said Jimmy.
“And too stinky!” added Erin, holding her nose.
“How about down on the grass there?” he asked motioning to a lush green lawn next to the Arizona canal.
“Jimmy, no, there are people everywhere!” complained Erin.
“Oh, no one will mind,” he said, guiding my reluctant wife down to the waterfront.
“Jimmy, this is ridiculous, what do you intend to do, fuck my wife right here in front of everyone?” I asked, my voice cracking with anxiety. I gestured to the families walking back and forth, emerging into the cooler air of dusk.
“Let’s just sit down and enjoy the view of the water, can’t we?” he asked, exasperated.
I noticed a bunch of people at the patio of Olive and Ivy watching us closely.
“Ok, yes, that’s fine, let’s just enjoy the water,” said my wife. She and Jimmy sat on the grass together. “Ooh, the grass is tickling my hoo-haw,” she giggled.
“I’ve got something to tickle your hoo-haw with,” growled Jimmy and he grabbed my wife and started kissing her mouth hard. She resisted him at first, trying to push him away, but soon they were making out madly. She reached down and was stroking his hard cock, still sticking out from his open fly. He reached inside her open shirt and was fondling her boobs. Nex thing I knew he was on top of my wife and she spread her legs wide for him. I watched in sick fascination as she guided the red swollen head of his cock into herself, parting the labia. He thrust his ass downward, plunging himself deep into my woman and I heard her gasp loudly with pleasure. I heard a titter of laughter from up on the patio, and my face burned with shame as I stood and watched Jimmy penetrating my wife over and over again right there on the lawn of the Scottsdale Riverwalk. A group of bystanders gathered to watch.
I cringed as I heard my wife moaning and whimpering with pleasure, Jimmy’s thrust increasing with vigor, coming faster and harder now.
Erin looked up at me blearily as she lay beneath Jimmy who covering her bare chest, pumping away. “Sorry about this dear,” she cried. Then her whole body shuddered, and I could tell she was coming, she arched her head back and grabbed Jimmy’s back in desperation. He could tell she had come and decided to release then too. I watched him grind himself down onto my wife as he emptied his seed inside her.
“Oh, no, you can’t come inside,” she moaned. “I’m not on birth control and this is my fertile time.”
“Too late,” he told her proudly. Then he climbed off and his big wet cock hung down.
My wife’s legs were parted and I could see her vagina, swollen and parted. She reached a finger inside herself and I watched in shock as a dribble of white creamy semen emerged from her parted pussy lips.
“Hey there you all are,” said Lucy appearing suddenly. She saw the jizz streaming out of my wife’s cunt and laughed. “Oh is sperm leaking out of you too?” she cried gaily. “I’ve got the seed of like five different mexicans running down my thighs right now. I need a hot towel or something. Come on let’s go get a drink over there and see if there are any more guys to fuck.”
She helped Erin to her feet and the two women went running off together.
I looked at Jimmy with disgust as he wiped his cock with his handkerchief and put it back in his pants.
“Don’t look at me like that old man,” he said. “This is just the beginning.”
“The beginning of what?” I asked woodenly.
“Who knows? Let me buy you a drink to celebrate new beginnings.” He clapped me on the shoulder and lead me over the bridge to the place across the canal that our wives had ducked into. I saw Erin making eyes at a handsome waiter. She hadn’t even bothered to button her shirt back up again. I had a bad feeling about the direction the night was heading, but Jimmy just laughed and laughed and dragged me to the bar to order another round.
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