Poker Night

by Gustav Jorgenson

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

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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Your Wife Wears a See-Through Dress to Entertain Your Important Business Guests

by Gustav Jorgenson

Excerpted from: “Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching, Vol.1

You are working on a big proposal at work and the client is very close to signing the contract. Their team has traveled from out of town, so you decide to invite them over to your house for drinks after dinner so that they aren’t stuck watching TV by themselves in their hotel rooms.

The party is comprised of all men, you, your boss, one of your co workers, a senior executive from the client, and two of his middle managers. It’s a nice night out, so you all head out to the patio by the pool to have some drinks.

Your wife didn’t meet you at the door, and you are about to go find her and introduce her when she comes out wearing a transparent dress. She isn’t wearing a bra under the dress, just panties and stockings and her nipples and panties are clearly visible through the sheer material.

Everyone stands up to greet your wife and your boss leans in toward you. “Christ, Johnson, didn’t you tell your wife we were coming?” he whispers angrily.

“Yes, I talked it over at breakfast and called her again to remind her when we left the restaurant,” you hiss.

All the men are eyeing your wife’s body as she comes forward and joins the party.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to our guests, dear?” she asks you archly.

“Uh, right. Everyone, this is my wife, Janet. Janet, you know Sam and Joe from the office. This is Victor, Jack, and Todd from ACME corporation,” you say, stumbling through the introductions.

You are further dismayed as your wife goes around hugging each man in greeting, rubbing her practically bare breasts against each of them as she does so. When she comes to Victor, the senior manager from ACME, she lingers in his arms for a moment.

“I hope you don’t mind that I’m dressed so informally,” she says breathily.

“Oh no, you look wonderful,” he responds huskily. “I like your wife’s sense of style, Johnson,” he says, rubbing her back enthusiastically.

“Can I get you boys anything?” asks your wife flirtatiously, stepping away from Victor with reluctance.

“What are you offering?” he says so lasciviously that the entire party breaks out laughing. Your stomach flips, but you laugh along weakly as you boss shoots daggers at you with his eyes.

“Oh, you know, the usual. Drinks, snacks, et cetera,” she responds with a twinkle in her eye.

“I’ll have a scotch for now and some et cetera later,” he says, laughing at his own joke.

Each of your guests voices their preference of drink.

“Let me lend you a hand with those drinks, dear,” you chime in and usher her back into the house quickly. You glance over your shoulder and notice the eyes of the entire party focused on your wife’s round ass as she walks away.

“Jesus Janet, what the hell are you trying to do? Ruin my career?” you whisper angrily once inside.

“Don’t be so provincial, darling,” she sniffs, tossing her head dismissively. “Victor doesn’t seem to mind that I’m showing off my body a bit.”

“A bit? Are you kidding me? You are practically naked!” you yelp, trying to keep your voice down as you and your wife prepare the drinks and put them on serving trays.

She turns to look at you with a slightly exasperated expression. ” Please don’t be such a prude, it doesn’t suit you. We aren’t at the office now dear. This is after hours in the privacy of our own home. I can dress as I please. And it pleases me to dress provocatively on this occasion,” she says with a little haughtiness in her voice.

“And why is that?” you ask quietly as you and your wife hoist the trays and head back out to the patio.

“Oh I don’t know, I thought it might spice things up a little,” she smiles. “Besides, the way sales have been going for you lately, you can use all the help you can get.”

“You call this help?” you say, amazed.

“We’ll see, we’ll see,” she says with a wink.

You say no more and bring the drinks out to your guests.

“Well now, I insist that we banish all talk of work at this little party, I want to hear all about your families,” says your wife gayly as you and she distribute the drinks.

“Hear hear” says Victor loudly raising his glass.

As your wife goes among the men extracting names of wives and children, your co-worker Joe takes you aside.

“Audacious move to have your wife play the slut card, there Johnson,” he says, gazing at the way her breasts jiggle as she laughs. “What a rack.”

“First of all, get a grip on yourself, and try to unglue your eyes from my wife’s body for a second,” you say testily. He gives a start and meets your gaze apologetically “Secondly, if you think I had anything to do with this, you are mistaken. This delusional approach to entertaining important business guests is one that she is developing entirely on her own.”

“Well, it might not be that delusional. She does have the body to pull off a dress like that. Lord knows my wife couldn’t do it. Check out Victor’s trousers. The old boy is sporting wood, probably for the first time in a while,” he says with amusement. “As a matter of fact, she’s starting to give me a stiffy myself.”

“Nice. Thanks for sharing, Joe,” you say. But you notice your own cock getting hard as watch your wife casually chatting with a bunch of men with her body almost completely exposed, just acting as though it were perfectly normal for them to clearly see her breasts.

At one point Victor puts his arm around your wife as he is telling a story. You notice her subtly rubbing her breast against his chest as she looks up at him in rapt attention. He is yammering on about some sports accomplishments of his back in college. You know Janet has a deep disdain for sports but she makes a good show of hanging on his every word.

“Oh, that’s so amusing,” she gasps, patting him on the chest and squeezing herself against him.

“You like that story, huh?” he asks. His face is flushed and you notice him pulling your wife against him and moving his hand down to grip her by the hip.

“Victor, you do tell the most charming stories,” gushes your wife, looking up at him with admiration.

You can’t help yourself and roll your eyes in response.

Victor notices your reaction and says, “Your husband doesn’t seem to think it was very good story,” he chuckles. “Look at him rolling his eyes.”

“Oh, he’s probably just a little jealous, Vic. He never was much of an athlete himself. More of an academic.” she says, giving you a smile and wrinkling her nose at you while she casually guides Victor’s hand back to rest on her buttocks.

Victor gives a start and spills most of his drink down the front of his shirt and the front of his pants.

“Oh my goodness, Victor. Look what you’ve done,” laughs your wife, deftly producing a napkin and rubbing his crotch with it.

“Uh, oh please. I can do that,” he says, taking the napkin from her gently and trying to hide the erection straining against the crotch of his pants.

“Of course, dear. Pardon me. I was only trying to help,” she says. “I have an idea,” she says brightly. “Why not come up to the bedroom, and I will find you a change of clothes.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t put you through the trouble,” he says casting you a nervous look.

“Well it’s no trouble at all,” she says lightly. “You look to be about my husband’s size. I am sure we can find something that you can fit into.” She gives you a wink at that point and your face flushes hotly in response. “Come along, we can’t have you standing about uncomfortably in these soaked clothes” she says taking him by the hand and leading him inside. “We’ll be right back dear, do carry on,” she says giving you a little wave.

There is an awkward pause in which everyone realizes that your wife’s absence has drained much of the life from the party. But conversation gradually resumes.

One of the middle managers approaches you and says. “You know we had pretty much already decided to ink this deal. Your wife didn’t have to… go through all this trouble.”

“Oh it’s no trouble for her at all,” you say stiffly.

“Really?” he laughs. “So she always entertains guests in the nude, then? Don’t get me wrong, she has a smoking hot body. But that’s a pretty slutty dress she’s wearing. And she sure laid it on thick with old Victor.”

“Now I think Victor is probably up there trying to lay something thick on his wife,” laughs the other guy from ACME. He’s clearly had too much to drink and there is a long pause before everyone breaks out laughing.

“Ha ha” you say sarcastically, casting a glance up at the bedroom window. The light is on and the window is open,but the curtains are drawn and you can only see shadows of movement up there and hear the faint murmur of their voices.

Your wife and Victor remain up in the bedroom together for some time and you are starting to get nervous. She was certainly taking a chance with the dress and the flirting, but you don’t really think she would take it any further.

However during a lull in conversation you all hear her gasp “Oh, Victor!”

Several of the fellows giggle quietly and exchange significant glances. You realize that you are all holding your breath, straining to hear what’s going on up there. Presently you hear the distinctive sound of the bed creaking and the headboard tapping against the wall rhythmically. Your blood runs cold in response. You boss looks at you with a strange mix of sympathy and exasperation.

“Don’t just sit there, Johnson,” he says with resignation. “Go up there and see what’s going on.”

“I don’t think I want to,” you say, feeling nauseous.

“I have to say, I didn’t think Victor had it in him,” says one of the ACME guys but he is shushed up by his comrade and you all sit in silence listening to the creaking bed upstairs.

After a few minutes the intensity of the creaking reaches a crescendo and you hear you wife cry out and Victor grunting loudly.

You throw your hands up in despair and pace around the patio, unsure of what to do. You can’t believe this has happened. You are clinging to the shred of hope in your mind that there must be a reasonable explanation for what you just heard. One that doesn’t involve your wife fucking an older man to help you clinch a big sale.

Soon your wife and Victor re-emerge from the house. They are both glowing brightly. Victor has changed into some your casual clothes and your wife is wearing a modest house dress.

“You changed your dress,” you say numbly.

“Why yes I did,” she says. “I felt that it was a little too… casual. I didn’t want to make our guests feel overdressed. In their suits, that is.”

You notice a glob of what looks like semen in her hair. “You have something in your hair.”you say coldly, pointing it out to her.

“Oh thank you dear. I must have sneezed or something,” she says laughing lamely and wiping at her head with a napkin.

“Well, I guess we will be heading out,” says Victor. “We have to get up early and make our final decision on this proposal tomorrow morning. I must say that things look pretty good as they stand now.” He turns to your wife and takes her by both hands. “Thanks so much for a memorable evening,” he says.

She gazes lovingly back into his eyes and says, “Please do come back and visit us again the next time you are in town.”

General goodbyes are made and the party breaks up for the evening.

You are miserably picking up glasses on the patio with your wife when you blurt out “I can’t believe you did that!”

She give you a frown, “Darling, please try to be cosmopolitan about this. Sex is sex, it’s just a physical act. Love is love, it’s what binds you and I together. But business is business. And when it comes to business, I don’t fuck around.”

“Uh, yeah, you kind of do actually,” you quip in spite of yourself and you join her in some cleansing laughter.

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Wife Just Likes to Be Naked Around Husband’s Friends

by Gustav Jorgenson

Excerpted from: “What’s My Wife Doing with that Guy?

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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The Christmas Party

By Gustav Jorgenson

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

Your wife took an admin assistant job after many years out of the work force when you got laid off from your job and you appreciated the income while you were looking for a new position. Now you and your wife are attending her office Christmas party and the everyone is just starting to loosen up as the alcohol starts to kick in. You wife’s boss stops by to say hello.

“Hello Janice, you look nice tonight,” says Bob, your wife’s boss, gazing at your wife’s bosom a little more intently than is proper.

“Ahem, hello Bob,” you say, holding out your hand.

“Oh, Jason, Merry Christmas,” he says as though startled to see you. But he recovers quickly and shakes your hand warmly. “Jason, look, I am terribly sorry, but I need to steal your wife away for just a moment,” he says putting his arm around Janice’s shoulder and leading her away.

“Oh, is there some work to do?” she asks in dismay looking back over her shoulder at yo apologetically as they walk away.

“Yes, it won’t take long, but I’m afraid it really can’t wait,” he tells her with a smile.

You are standing alone for a moment, a bit out of sorts since you don’t really know any of her co-workers yet. Then another woman named Susan who is an admin like your wife, comes over to keep you company.

“I saw that naughty Bob Smith take your wife away, Jason,” she says shaking her head sympathetically. “He’s just a terrible slave driver sometimes.”
“Yeah, it’s 9 pm on a Friday night,” you say, consulting your watch. “I can’t imagine what business is so urgent that he needs to interrupt the party like this.”

“Well I don’t know if I should tell you this, but last year he did the same thing to me…” Susan’s face was flushed with alcohol and she pauses indecisively.

‘And?” you say, gesturing for her to continue, but feeling slightly uneasy.

“Nothing, Jason,” she says looking down guiltily.

“If there is something I should know, I hope you would tell me,” you tell her, worried that Bob might be trying some hanky panky with your wife.

“Jason, can I ask you a personal question?” asks Susan, slurring her words slightly. She puts her hand on your shoulder, and you can’t help but glance down the front of her low cut blouse at her large round boobs.

“I guess so…” you says nervously.

“Oh, do you like my boobs?” she asks noticing your eyes on her bosom.

“Um, yes, I do actually,” you admit bashfully. “Is that what you wanted to ask me?”

“What? Oh no, I had another question. But thank you for the compliment,” she says distractedly. “Oh yes, I was going to ask if you and Janice had an… open relationship.”

“Open?” you ask in confusion.

“Yes, open,” she says as though talking to a slow child. “As in having sex with other people.” She glances around to make sure no one was looking opens her blouse to flash a nipple at you briefly.

You gulp in surprise and your cock stiffens at the site of Susan’s hard pink nipple. She’s about your age, in her mid 40’s and has kept her good looks and shapely figure. “Susan, you are a very attractive woman, but no, Janice and I do not have an open relationship. We are old fashioned,” you laugh.

“Oh silly, I wasn’t propositioning you,” laughs Susan slapping your shoulder playfully. “Jeez, give a guy a peek at your nips and he thinks you want to screw these days…”

“Oh, uh, sorry,” you stammer, blushing with shame.

“Oh it’s fine dear, I would fuck you if you were a little drunker. No I was talking about Bob,” then she stops and bites her lip pensively.

“What does Bob have to do with our marriage being open?” you ask, not liking the gist of this conversation.

Susan reaches over surreptitiously and grips the lump in your trousers. “Oh you did like that nip, didn’t you?” she purrs.

You almost cry out in surprise but you regain your composure and turn your back to the crowded room so that no one notices Susan squeezing your cock through your pants. “Susan, you shouldn’t do that,” you say half-heartedly. But you can’t deny that it feels pretty exciting to have this large breasted blonde work your johnson at a crowded Christmas party.

“You got a nice big one,” says Susan approvingly. But then she releases your dick and squares her shoulders purposefully. “But look, I didn’t come over her to flirt with you. I wanted to tell you about Bob.”

“Ok,” you say, trying to re-arrange your hardon so that you aren’t pitching a tent for the world to see.

“Well I was his admin last year, and Bob has a habit of taking certain… liberties with his admins,” she said.

“Go on,” you say. Your mouth is dry and you take a sip of beer to quench your thirst.

“Well he was always demanding little sexual favors… oh hold on…” she says as a man approaches. “Darling, have you met Janice’s husband, Jason? Jason, this is my husband, Ralph.”

“How do you do Ralph?” you say shaking his hand. He’s a bit older and starting to grey.
“Please don’t fuck around with my wife in front of everyone like that,” he says unhappily. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Jesus, Ralph!” you yelp in surprise. “I wasn’t trying to do anything to your wife.”

“Hush up, Ralph,” laughs Susan nonchalantly. “Don’t be a boor. I told you that this is Janice’s husband. You know, Janice is Bob’s new admin.”

“Oh,” says Ralph with surprise. Then he looks chagrined, “Sorry pal, I get it now. Susie was just trying to soften the blow a bit…”

“Well I didn’t make him soft, that’s for sure,” she said racily.

You stare, dumbfounded by these people, and just wait for an explanation.

“I’ll let you tell him then,” says Ralph shaking his head and patting you on the shoulder compassionately before walking away.

“So it’s pretty obvious what you are trying to tell me here,” you say.

“Yeah, so if you don’t have an open relationship, then I suggest you go try to locate your wife and find out what Bob is using her for,” says Susan frankly. “Oh, and in case you didn’t get it, Ralph and I do have an open policy. So if you need a consolation fuck, just call me.” Susan winks at you lewdly and saunters off. As confused and jealous as you are feeling right now, you can’t help but notice how she shakes her nice round bottom as she sashays away.

You shake your head try to focus on the task at hand. The most logical place for Bob to take your wife would be back to his office. So you walk over there. You put your hand on the door handle and then pause for a moment. You ask yourself if you really want to know what’s going on in there. Money would be pretty tight if you forced your wife to quit this job. Maybe you don’t want to know. But you can’t walk away. You need to know if your wife is cheating on you. So you open the door walk into the office without knocking.

As you feared, your wife is on her knees before Bob with her boobs out and his cock in her mouth. She is sucking it hard and looking up at him submissively, carefully checking his reaction to make sure she is doing it right. When she sees you her eyes widen in shock, but she keeps on sucking him. Bob gives a start when you walk in as well.

“Jesus Jason, don’t you knock?” he says irritably. Then he regains he composure. “Sorry old man, just give me another minute, will you? I’m almost… ah there it goes.”

You look on with disgust as Bob shoots a load into your wife’s mouth. She swallows most of it, but some cum dribbles out of her mouth.
“That’s nice,” you say sarcastically.

“Normally I like to pull out and blow my wad all over her face, but with you here, I thought that would be rude.” He pauses to withdraw his spent member from between your wife’s plump lips. “Would you mind closing the door?” he asks politely. “This would be bothersome to explain to the HR director.”

You shut the door behind you angrily and turn back to face them with your arms crossed.

“Honey, I can explain,” says you wife, remaining on her knees in front of Bob. Her top is still down and she is fishing around in her handbag for a tissue.

“Here you go, dear,” says Bob tenderly as he hands your wife the box of tissues from his desk. Then he perches jauntily on the edge of his desk and turns to face you. “So let’s talk this over, shall we?” he says reasonably. Your wife is wiping cum from her mouth delicately and avoiding your eyes.

“I guess you are going to apologize then?” you ask stiffly.

Bob tilts his head back and laughs. “Apologize? Of course not, why would I be sorry? Your wife gives wonderful head.”

“Jesus, you are just going to be a prick about this then, are you?” you snap angrily.

“Honey, this is really nothing,” says your wife, hitching the straps of her dress back up and tucking her boobs inside as she rearranges herself. “All the admins do these little… favors for the executives here. This business can be so stressful. A little womanly care… helps them relieve the tension. I don’t mind offering Bob a bit of… comfort… now and then. It’s no big deal.”

“Comfort?” you ask in dismay. “Comfort is a cup of tea and sympathetic ear, not going down on your knees to suck his cock!”

“Please don’t be like that, dear. You like to have your chubby rubbed now and then, don’t you?” says you wife, struggling to make like of the situation. She climbs to her feet but stands next to Bob, rubbing his shoulder.

“Why the hell are you rubbing his shoulder?” you sputter. “And why is it suddenly ok for a married womans to be sucking her boss off as long as it comforts him?”

“I don’t always make her suck my dick,” says Bob holding his palms open. “Sometimes, I just have her give me a nice soothing ball massage.” Susan grimaces at him as one might a naughty child, but continues to rub Bob’s shoulder.

“Please don’t rile him up more, Bob,” she begs meekly.

“I didn’t ask him to come barging in here,” he says in annoyance. “I just wanted to enjoy a nice Christmas Party hummer with my lovely secretary.” Then he turns to you, “Honestly, Jason, it was quite gauche of you to interrupt us like that. You must have known what we were doing in here.”

“I suspected, but I needed to see it with my own eyes,” you say sadly.

“Well, you’ve seen it now. I hope you are happy. Janice, please take your husband away and go work out your marital issues somewhere else. Oh, and send Susan in here with a bottle of whiskey, will you?” Bob hops off his perch on the edge of his desk and goes around behind it to plop down in his executive chair.

You stare at him in shock as your wife bustles over to you and guides you out the door.

“Merry Christmas, happy new year and all that,” calls Bob with a wave, not bothering to look over as you and your wife depart.

“Honey, look, I know we can work something out,” says Janice, looking at you beseechingly. “We really need the money from this job.”

“First of all, we don’t need the money that damn bad. We have savings to run on for a while,” you say with annoyance. “You enjoy comforting that jerk’s prick. Secondly, Jesus, Susan, you’ve stil got his cum on your chin.” Your wife blanches and dabs at her chin self-consciously. “Thirdly, I am going to go fuck Susan doggystyle in the copy room so you can send some other slut to bring asshole his whiskey.” Then you turn and stride away.

“Honey, please don’t,” says Janice trailing after you. “Just because I polish up my boss’ johnson and a bit now and then doesn’t give you right to have intercourse with a harlot like Susan!”

You pause and look her in the eye angrily. “Oh, I’m so sorry! Would it be more commensurate if I just asked her restrict herself to pleasuring me orally?”

“Well, I guess…” says your wife with a grimace, waving her hands indecisively.

“I’ll take that under advisement,” you snap. Then you turn on your heels and stride away, looking for Susan. You wife follows a short distance behind making vague, discontented sounds. You find Susan talking quietly with her husband by the windows. You pause for a moment and take in the view of the city lights sprawling out in every direction.

“It’s a hell of view, isn’t it,” says Ralph putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah,” you say looking over at him frankly. “Hey would you mind if I had sex with your wife? I need to even the score with mine.”

Ralph shuts his eyes and nods wisely. “I understand completely my friend, have at her, by all means.”

“I like standing by, having the men make this transaction, as though I were just a tool to be loaned and borrowed with no will of my own, it’s kinky,” chuckles Susan looking at Janice with a twinkle in her eye.

“Don’t be like that, dear,” complains Ralph with a hurt expression. “I saw you going after Jason’s wang earlier. I know you’re willing.”

“Wait, what did you do to my husband?” puffs Janice jealously.

“Oh can it, Janice,” snorts Susan in response. “You’ve got Bob’s dick on your breath.” She takes you by the hand and leads you toward a darkened bank of offices away from the main festivities. “Come along Jason, let’s you and I get to know one another a little better.”

You let Susan lead you into an empty window office with the lights out and another spectacular view of the city. You are surprised to see Ralph and Janice join you and close the door behind them.

“You two are just going to watch then?” you ask nervously as Susan casually unzips her dress and drops it to the floor. You gaze at her gorgeous hourglass figure outlined in the moonlight as she unsnaps and discards her bra as nonchalantly as tossing aside a candy wrapper.

“I like watching,” says Ralph unzipping his fly with relish and pulling his thing out. Janice looks at his small, crooked cock with disgust and edges away.

“It’s not fair to go all the way,” says your wife half-heartedly as Susan approaches you with a sly smile on her face, jutting her chest out toward you. You take her plump breasts into your hands as she embraces you, eagerly seeking out your mouth. Within seconds, you and Susan are making out madly. She wastes no time unzipping your trousers and just pulling them right down.

“That’s a good solid cock,” Susan tells your wife as she grips your stiff, bare rod and starts jerking it.

“Oh dear, yes it is,” mumbles Janice worriedly as she watches Susan yank your prick while you enthusiastically squeeze her tits.

“So anyway,” gasps Susan pulling her mouth away from yours. “What are your interests? Do you enjoy boating?”

You chuckle in response, pinching her nipples.

“No boating? How do you feel about blowjobs then?” Susan drops to her knees before you and puts her face close to your cock, examining it closely, “Can you see well enough, Ralph?” she asks distractedly.

“Oh yeah, honey, looks good. Real slutty,” he groan as he jerks his pickle.

“How about you, Janice? You like the way I’m working your husband’s knob?” asks Susan archly.

“Don’t be catty, Susan,” snaps your wife defensively.

“She’s just comforting me, dear,” you tell your wife. “You know how I like my chubby rubbed.” Then you gasp with pleasure as Susan engulfs the head of your prick in her mouth and sucks on it fitfully. You wife is making little grumbling sounds of displeasure while Susan slurps noisily on your wang, but Ralph is just humming pleasantly to himself as he watches and masturbates.

“Ok, you’ve got to fuck me with the thing, honey,” gasps Susan breathily. “Can I interest you in some doggystyle. She stands up and pulls her panties down and you glance with interest at her dark bush before she turns and presents her round ass to, arching her back slightly to expose her swollen labia.

“Please Susan, that’s going too far. Can’t you just suck him off?” pleads Janice.

“I like that dick, but it won’t make me cum if I keep it in my mouth,” says Susan brashly. She reaches back and parts her labia for you. “Stick it on in there, big boy,” she encourages y ou urgently.
You prod the head of your straining member into the crease of her snatch and lubricate it up with her juices before angling your pelvis and plunging it into Ralph’s wife. She cries out in pleasure and starts rapidly rubbing her clitoris as you fuck her. Soon you build up momentum and are pistoning yourself in and out of her. You feel her vagina tighten around the shaft of your cock and she shudders with an intense orgasm, but she only whimpers softly and you suspect she doesn’t want to cry out too loudly and make her husband jealous. Once she came, you feel that your gentlemanly duty of restraint is fullfilled so you let yourself relax and you immediately start shooting load after load of cum inside Ralph’s wife.

“He’s cumming inside me, Ralph,” gasps Susan lustily. “You like that, right.”

“That’s the best way to do it,” agrees Ralph. Then he says, “Hey, Jason, watch, you’ll like this.” With that he turns and starts madly fapping in your wife’s direction. She holds her hands up in horror as he spurts cum all over the front of her dress. You and Susan can’t help but break out laughing at Janice’s disgust and annoyance.

“Oh Ralph, how could you be such a filthy beast?” demands Janice angrily. “Now I have to go back out to the party covered in semen!”

Suddenly the door opens and Bob strides into the room and flips the light switch on. You are all blinded by the ugly flourescent for a moment.

“Oh shit!” swears Bob, seeing you with your limp cock still inside Susan. “Dammit Jason, you knew I wanted to do Susan next. I told your wife to send her in to me.”

“Seriously Bob, go fuck yourself,” you say indignantly. “I can’t believe you blow a load into my wife’s mouth and then have the gall to complain if I try to have some fun with Susan.”

“Yeah Bob, do go and fuck yourself,” laughs Susan. “I work for Henderson now, and he isn’t half the pervert that you are. He cums his pants when I show him my bush. I’ve got him wrapped around my finger and I could make things tough for you if I wanted, so you better play nice.”

“If you think Henderson still matters around here, then you haven’t had your ear to the ground, woman. Go clean yourself up and report to my office. You face looks like it needs a good slap from my cock.” Then Bob saunters out chuckling to himself.

“Actually he did make me wet the way he said that,” says Susan to Janice. “I forgot what a forceful prick he could be.”

“Oh yes, his prick is very forceful,” agrees your wife getting flustered at the thought of it.

“Jesus Janice, really?” you say, annoyed. “Why do I feel like he just stole my thunder, Ralph?”

“Bob is a damn bastard,” agrees Ralphy amicably as he cleans of his dick with a handkerchief.

“Sorry, boys,” says Susan, pulling away to disengage from your spent pipe. “But I’ve got an appointment that I don’t want to miss.” She giggles as she slips back into her dress, leaving her bra and panties on the floor. She gives you a quick kiss and says, “You’re a good fuck, let’s do it again sometime.” Then she runs off to get her face slapped by Bob’s cock.
Your wife looks at you with anger, frustration, and guilt. But you can’t tell if she is more mad at you for fucking Susan or jealous of Susan’s appointment with Bob. Ralph is philosophical and just says, “Well I’ll leave you two to work things out. I’m going to head out to go find a drink and try not to think about Susan’s meeting with Bob.”

“It annoys me how you fucked that slut, Susan,” says your wife stiffly. “But I understand why you did it. Can we go home now?”

You look at you wife tenderly and sigh as you put on your trousers. “Yes, my little bread winner. Let’s go home.” You put your arm around her and she puts her head on your shoulder sadly as you head out to the elevators.

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Girlfriend Flirts with Boyfriend’s Father

By Gustav Jorgenson

Excerpted from “Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching, Vol.4

I was living at home right after I graduated from college and I was dating this girl Brittany at the time. She was a little wild though and I had a hard time dealing with her.

This one time my mom was out of town visiting her sister and Brittany came over to visit and have some beers. It was a hot summer day and we were drinking by the pool and my dad was in his lawn chair, reading the paper under a shady tree nearby.

“It’s so nice out, I want to go swimming,” said Brittany stretching luxuriously and looking cute in her sunglasses.

“Did you bring your swimsuit?” I asked.


“Well I guess you aren’t swimming then,” I laughed.

“Can’t I just swim in my underwear?” she asked, pulling her sunglasses down and peeking over at my dad as he read the paper.

“Fuck, what, in front of my dad?” I asked. The idea made me nervous.

“What, are you afraid, he’ll get a stiffy if he sees me in my underwear?” she asked with a devilish grin.

“That’s real fucked up,” I said, smiling crookedly while my gut churned with anxiety.

“What are you kids talking about over there?” asked my pop, looking up from his paper and shifting in his seat to get more comfortable.

“Mr. Jones, would you mind if I went swimming in my underwear?” asked Brittany, then she burped loudly and I realized that she was probably a little drunk.

“Why, there’s no need for that,” stammered my dad, his face growing red with embarrassment. “I’m sure Josh’s mom has a suit that would fit you.”

“Uh, that’s a little weird to wear someone else’s bathing suit,” complained Brittany. “What’s the big deal if I just strip down to my underwear and swim in that. Would it make you nervous?” She jumped up walked toward the pool, unzipping her shorts as she went.

“No, of course not, dear,” stammered my father, his face growing even more flushed as looked at my girlfriend with her fly undone and her shorts sliding down her hips. “It’s just, not really, uh, proper. But I can go inside if you want.” He made a move to climb out of his chair, but Brittany lithely dashed over and pushed him back playfully. He fell back with a harumph and gave me a desperate look.

“Oh I wouldn’t dream of making you go inside on such a beautiful day, Mr. Jones,” pouted my girlfriend, putting her finger to her mouth. “I don’t mind if you see me in my underwear. Why you are practically my father-in-law.”

“Ha, yeah right,” I called. The sunshine beating down on me made me feel suddenly hotter and I gulped a drink of cold beer to cool myself. “I wonder what my mom would think about this.”

“Oh jeez,” exclaimed my father, wiping the sweat from his brow as his eyes travelled up and down my girlfriend’s sexy body as she stood before him with her shorts practically falling off.

“Oh I’m sure Mrs. Jones would agree that this is perfectly harmless,” laughed Brittany as she stripped off her t-shirt and handed it to my dad. He stared at her bouncing boobs, barely constrained by her lacy bra with his mouth hanging open stupidly and accepted her shirt. “But we don’t have to tell her if you don’t want to. This can be our little secret.”

“Maybe it would be best if we didn’t say anything to your mother, son,” said my father absently as he watched Brittany wriggle out of her shorts and stand before him in her skimpy bra and panties.

“Do you think I have a sexy body, Mr. Jones?” asked Brittany, running a finger inside the elastic waistband of her panties seductively.

“Fuck, Brittany, cut the shit!” I shouted, growing alarmed. My blood was pounding in my ears and I felt nauseous watching my girl flirting with my pop like that. The worst part was that the old man seemed to be completely captivated by the sight of her hot body.

“Um, you look, uh, like a very healthy young woman,” gulped my dad, unable to pull his eyes away from her jiggling breasts. “But don’t forget, I’m old enough to be your father.”

“Oh you two are such fuddy-duddies,” laughed Brittany, skipping away and jumping into the pool.

I shook my head in resignation and went inside to change into my trunks. Then I went back outside and jumped into the pool with her. We splashed each other and horsed around for a while and I was starting to relax a little bit about this whole thing.

“You shouldn’t tease my dad like that, it’s pretty weird,” I told her as we floating face to face clinging to pool noodles, breathless from all the exertion, with our hair plastered to the sides of our faces.

“Oh, come on,” she smiled. “What’s wrong with getting the old guy’s blood pumping a little bit? Besides, I think he’s sexy. He’s like a filled out and more commanding version of you, and I love you don’t I?”

“Uh, ok, that’s creepy,” I said, climbing out of the pool. I looked over to see if my dad overheard us, but he was carefully holding his paper up in front of his face.

Brittany just giggled and climbed out of the pool herself. I looked over at her and her underwear was basically transparent at this point. I could clearly see her hard nipples and her dark bush right through the thin wet fabric.

“Oh my god, Mr. Jones, look!” shouted Brittany excitedly, giving me a evil grin as she ran and stood before him.

“What’s the matter, dear?” he asked dropping his paper. “Oh shit!”

“You can see right through my underwear!” she giggled. “Aren’t I naughty? I am practically naked.”

“Um,” said my poor dad, gulping nervously as he gazed at her nubile young body, clearly unable to pull his eyes away.

“Fuck, Brittany, don’t taunt my dad like that,” I said, standing by awkwardly while she plucked at her clinging top and smiled down at my dad.

“Well, if I am being bad, maybe your dad just needs to spank me then?” cackled Brittany, and she threw herself impetuously across my father’s lap and wriggled her butt, offering up her round cheeks to be spanked.

“Sweet jesus,” gasped my dad, looking down at my girl’s inviting ass with shock and longing. “This isn’t appropriate, Brittany. Uh, you are too big for spanking.” He looked up at me with desperation in his eyes. “Josh, can you do something here?”

“Sorry, dad,” I said, jumping to attention. I ran over and grabbed Brittany’s hand and tried to pull her off my father’s lap, but she slapped my hand away and twisted around so that she was sitting upright in his lap with her arm around his shoulder. I stepped back in confusion as she sat there, soaking his clothes with her dripping body. “Come on, Brittany, cut the shit.”

“Oh, jeez, can we all just not have a cow about this right now? I just want to get to know my future father-in-law a little better,” laughed Brittany, pressing one large breast against my father’s chest and running her fingers through his hair flirtatiously.

“We aren’t even engaged,” I complained, feeling embarrassed and jealous of the way she was throwing herself at my father.

“Can’t you put your arms around me, Mr. Jones?” asked Brittany sweetly, looking into his eyes with a little pout. “I’m chilly.”

“Maybe you should jump up and get yourself a towel,” he said holding his arms out stiffly, clearly afraid to touch her bare flesh.

“I like it here on you lap,” she said, snuggling up against his chest. “Please hug me, I feel like you are rejecting me, and that’s not nice.”

“Oh brother,” sighed my father in resignation, as he gingerly enfolded my half-naked girlfriend in his arms. “I’ll hug for just a second and then you have to get up and go dry off.”

“Ok,” chirped Brittany happily. Then she wriggled her rear up against my father’s lap. “Oh my god, Mr. Jones!” she gasped suddenly. “What’s going down there? I think I feel something under my bum! Are you getting hardon? How dare you?” Brittany giggled with delight as she rubbed her rump back and forth across my father’s crotch.

“Brittany!” I shouted, aghast. “That is so fucking gross! That’s my father you are fucking with!”

“It’s not me, it’s him!” she laughed, reaching down between her legs to grab at his bulge. “Wow, he’s packing heat, too.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” said my father, his face beet red. He climbed to his feet forcefully and dumped Brittany down into the grass unceremoniously, causing her to squawk in indignation. “I’ve had about enough of your tomfoolery, young lady.” He shook his finger at her sternly as she sat looking up at him innocently.

“You are pitching a tent, Mr. Jones,” she said, pointing a finger at the huge bulge in my dad’s pants as she kneeled before him and looked up at him wide eyed.

“Uh, that’s none of your concern,” he said, deflating somewhat as he put a hand over his crotch in shame.

“I think I can help you with that,” said Brittany, slipping out of bra effortlessly and letting her sweet tits spring free.

“Holy fuck, you little slut!” I yelped in shock, amazed that she would take it this far. “My mother would slap you fucking face for this.”

“Well, good thing she’s not here, then,” laughed Brittany over her shoulders as she shook her boobs for my dad.

I watched the blood drain from his face as he gaped stupidly at my girlfriend’s perfect tits, swinging back and forth.

“Believe, me, Mr. Jones. I know how to deal with a pesky hardon, just ask Joshua,” purred Brittany as she pulled my dad’s hand away from his crotch and deftly unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped his fly.

“Darling, don’t,” croaked my father unconvincingly as Brittany yanked his shorts and boxers down to his knees releasing his stiff boner which pointed right at her face. He tried to grip Brittany’s wrists to stop her, but she wriggled nimbly from his grasp.

“Wow, you have quite a piece of meat here, Mr. Jones,” she laughed, grabbing his dong by the shaft and cupping his big balls in her hand. “I like how you have grey pubes, that’s kinky.”
“Oh, god,” groaned my dad as she clamped her mouth around his sausage and started sucking hungrily on his dong. “Don’t tell your mother about this, she will kill me,” he begged, catching my eye as my girlfriend’s head bobbed up and down on his member.

“Seriously, dad? This is fucked up,” I whined, shifting from foot to foot and feeling a strange sense of arousal as I watched my girl sucking my father’s dick.

“I know it, son,” he grunted while Brittany eagerly tongued his shaft and flicked her tongue over his glans. “I think Brittany has had a little too much to drink.”

“I’m not that drunk,” complained Brittany, tugged on my dad’s shaft for emphasis. “I’m just a healthy, horny 24-year old who finds her boyfriend’s distinguished looking father to be seriously sexy.”

“Ok, that’s enough, dear,” said my father, getting up the resolve to push Brittany back gently.

“What’s the matter, Mr. Jones? Have I been a bad girl?” asked Brittany with a coy smile. She spun around on all fours and pulled her sodden panties down to offer her ass to him. I could see her swollen labia poking out between her milky thighs and my dick jumped to attention. “Maybe I need that spanking after all.” She looked back over her shoulder at my stand standing there with a raging hardon and wiggled her ass invitingly.

“Goddamit, Brittany, you little minx!” scolded my father, gripping his pulsing member in one hand while he looked down at my girl’s enticing twat. He bent over and slapped her bare ass awkwardly, but she just cooed and reached back to spread her labia for him, coaxing him to fuck her. “Why you shameless hussy, I will show you!” he panted, dropping to his knees in the grass behind her and prodding the head of his cock into her waiting slit.

“Oh Mr. Jones!” she gasped, tittering with delight.

“Dad, come on!” I cried, my own boner pitching a tent in my swim trunks while I watched my dad get ready to bone my girl.

“I’m sorry, son, but I just have to teach your little woman here that her actions have consequences. She can’t go around teasing grown men like that, or she is going to get herself fucked,” he grunted as he pushed the head of his dick inside Brittany eliciting a passionate moan from my slutty girlfriend.

“Jesus, Dad!” I complained, gripping my rod while my pops grabbed my girlfriend by the hips and started pounding her from behind.

“Omigod, Josh, your Dad is totally going for it,” gasped Brittany, looking up at me playfully and biting her lip in a show of arousal. “This is kinky as fuck!”

“Watch your language, young lady,” panted my dad as he pumped his cock in and out of my girlfriend.

“Oh, wow you are really playing up the daddy thing, that’s so hot,” gasped Brittany. “Fuck me daddy, fuck me.”

“Oh shit,” cried my father as he plunged his dick deep into Brittany and panted.

“Fuck, Dad, are you cumming inside her right now?” I demanded indignantly.

“Uh, yeah,” admitted my father with a guilty look on his face. “Well she had it coming!” he said defensively when he saw the look of betrayal on my face.

“Don’t pull out yet, I’m almost there,” said Brittany urgently as she worked her own clit.

“Bad girl!” said my father, slapping her ass sharply to play along.

“Ugh, yeah, there it is,” groaned Brittany as she shuddered from her climax.

My father pulled out of her gingerly and stood up shakily, I had to run over and help him up so he didn’t fall over because of his bad knee.

“Wow pops, thanks a lot for fucking my goddamn girlfriend,” I said angrily as he struggled to his feet.

“I’m sorry, son, you are right, that was totally uncalled for,” admitted my dad, with a look of deep chagrin. “A man my age should have more self-control. I let you and your mother down just now.”

“Oh god, cry me a river,” laughed Brittany, struggling to pull her wet panties back up. “You loved it and you know it.”

“Brittany, you are an unbelievable slut,” I said, in amazement as she crawled around, looking for her bra.

“Oh, lighten up, it’s just a friendly shag, it’s not the end of the world,” she sniffed, giving up on her bra and pulling her t-shirt and shorts on.

My dad sat down and pulled his own shorts back on and then stared glumly down between his feet.

Brittany saw his dejection and I could tell that a brief flash of remorse crossed her face. “Oh jeez, Mr. Jones. Don’t get all down about it. I mean, Mrs. Jones never needs to know.”

“Fuck,” I said, shaking my head at her. “But she’s right, dad. I sure as hell don’t wanna tell mom about this. She would flip out. We better keep this our little secret.”

My father looked up at me with a dismal expression and I would swear he was on the verge of tears which freaked me out since I had never seen him like that. “Perhaps, perhaps it’s best if you mother never finds out about this. It would only hurt her,” he agreed tiredly.

“Great, well since we aren’t telling Mrs. Jones about any of this, I might as well come back tomorrow in my Catholic school girl uniform and get a proper spanking,” said Brittany with a twinkle in her eye.

“Now see here, young lady,” intoned my father, jumping to his feet and shaking a fist at her. “Don’t push your luck.”

“Ha, ha, yeah, well I’ll see you tomorrow then Mr. Jones,” laughed Brittany as she blew him a kiss and skipped away.

My dad and I exchanged a look and I could tell from the guilty expression on his face that he would be letting her in the house when she knocked on the door tomorrow.

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Wife Demands to be Undressed by Husband’s Friend

By Gustav Jorgenson

Excerpted from “Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching, Vol.3

Ed and his buddy Joe were sitting in Ed’s living room drinking beer one evening when Ed’s wife Samantha walked in wearing nothing but a fancy bra and panties.  Ed and Joe were both utterly flabbergasted by her audacity.

“Guurgh, What’s the big idea?” said Ed nearly choking on his beer.

“I’m just getting ready for bed, but I need a hand with the clasp on this bra,” said Samantha with a shrug.

“Sam, we have a guest over and you come out here practically naked,” said Ed hotly, his member swelling at the sight of his wife’s sexy body.

“Oh, Joe is practically family,” laughed Samantha, waving her hand dismissively.  “I don’t need to dress for him.”

Joe and Ed exchanged a confused look.

“Come here Joe, help me unhook this bra,” said Samantha with a twinkle in her eye.

“Err, what?” said Joe, looking at his old friend helplessly.  Ed just stared at his wife with incomprehension.

“Will you two stop gaping at each other?” said Samantha.  “Joe, get over here and help me unsnap my bra this minute,” she demanded sharply.

“Jeez, ok,” said Joe, climbing to his feet and rushing over to Ed’s wife.

“Honey, that’s really uncalled for,” stammered Ed, amazed at his wife’s brazen behavior.  She had always been wilful, but she had never done anything like this before.

“Shush, you,” said Samantha with a wink.  “I need this bra off and Joe is going to help me.  Just relax and drink your beer.  Come on, Joe, unsnap that for me.”

“Ok,” said Joe grasping Samantha’s bra from behind.  As he struggled with the snap, Samantha bent over slightly and pushed her rear into Joe’s crotch.  His johnson was standing at attention and she started grinding her butt cheeks against it.

“What are you doing that for?” yelped Ed in dismay.  “Why you gotta push your rump up against him like that?”

“Oh settle down,” said Samantha as Joe finally got her bra unhooked.  She casually discarded her bra and turned to face Joe with her breasts swinging freely exposed.

“Holy shit!” exclaimed Joe staring at Samantha’s delectable udders and her hard pink nipples.

“Oh thank you, it feels so good to set these bad boys free,” said Samantha rubbing her boobs suggestively.

“Christ woman, go put some clothes on!” shouted Ed, shifting in his seat uncomfortably as his own willie pitched a tent in his trousers.

“Why are you being such a prude about this?” asked Samantha jovially.  “It’s not as though Joe hasn’t seen a woman’s breasts before.  I mean they are just mammary glands after all.  What’s the big deal?”

“Well they are pretty big, actually,” said Joe with an awkward laugh as he stared mesmerized by Samantha’s ta-tas.

“Jesus Joe, look at you checking out my wife’s tits,” complained Ed.  “Get a grip on yourself.”

“Come on Ed, it’s not my fault,” replied Joe with a hurt expression.

“Here Joe, I’ll get a grip on you,” said Samantha, reaching out to playfully pinch the bulge in Joe’s pants.

“Arrgh, what the hell are you doing, Sam?” shouted Ed jumping to his feet.  “Stop that!”


“Why?  I think he likes it,” replied Samantha as she stood there topless before Joe and grasped at his erection through his pants.

Ed grabbed his wife by the arm roughly and pulled her away from Joe.  “Get back into the bedroom and put some clothes on, you damn hussy,” he panted.

“But I’m getting ready for bed,” she complained, extracting herself from his grip quickly.  

“Well then go put your pajamas on,” he stammered furiously, pointing down the hall.

“Ok, Ok,” she said retreating down the hall. “Why can’t you loosen up a little?  I was just playing.”

Ed and Joe faced each other in the living room staring at each other in silence.  Joe felt the urge to apologize, but he didn’t know what for.

“Joe, can you come in here and help me get these panties off?” called Samantha from bedroom.

Joe avoided Ed’s glare and headed down the hall.

“You can’t be serious!” gasped Ed in shock as Joe hurried to heed Samantha’s call.

“Well, she needs some help I guess,” chirped Joe over his shoulder as he hastily entered the bedroom and closed the door behind him.  

Ed slapped his hand to his forehead in exasperation and rushed down the hall to intervene, but the bedroom door was already locked.

“Open this door!” he shouted, jiggling the handle furiously.

“Hold on a minute, honey, I’m not decent,” called Samantha with a laugh.

“Not decent?” growled Ed angrily.  “Why I ought to put you over my knee for this!”  He briefly considered knocking the door down but thought better of it when he pictured how much work it would take to replace the door.  He bent over to look more closely at the handle as he heard Joe and Samantha’s muffled giggling through the door.

“Come on you two, don’t play with me like this,” he shouted plaintively.

“Give us a minute, dear,” called Samantha through the door.

“What are you doing in there?” asked Ed with annoyance.  There was no answer for a moment.  “Samantha, answer me!”

“She can’t talk right now, Ed.  Her mouth is full,” laughed  Joe.

“That’s real funny, asshole,” said Ed, pounding on the door in frustration.  Then he remembered that there was a key to this door in the junk drawer and he scurried off the to kitchen to find it.  Ed pawed through the tools, old coins, rubber bands, and various flotsam of the junk drawer until he came upon a ring of random keys.  He had no idea which one fit the bedroom door, but he grabbed them and hurried back to the bedroom to try them.  

Before trying the keys, Ed put his ear to the door, but all he could hear was the rhythmic tapping of the headboard against the bedroom wall.  Ed ground his teeth in jealousy.   Part of him still suspected that they were pulling his leg.  He couldn’t believe that his wife would just fuck his best friend like that.  But then again it was pretty outrageous how she flashed her tits for Joe and grabbed his weiner.  Ed started frantically trying key after key.  After a few minutes, he finally found the right one.  Ed got the door unlocked with his weight still against it.   It flew right open and he went tumbling into the bedroom and onto the floor..

His worst fears were realized when he found Joe buck naked pumping away between Samantha’s legs, fucking her missionary style.  When Joe saw Ed burst into the room, he hastily pulled out of Ed’s wife but he was too close and Ed watched helplessly as Joe spurted his seed all over Samantha.  She tugged Joe’s scrotum encouragingly and made cooing sounds as he emptied his glans onto her belly and boobs.

“That’s just lovely,” remarked Ed jumping to his feet and taking a swing at Joe.  Joe dodged away clumsily and Ed chased his naked friend out of the house and into the yard.  Joe decided it would be better to go streaking through the neighborhood than take a beating from his best friend, so he just ran down the street bare assed, trying to think of a way to explain this to his wife when he got home.  Ed gave up the chase after a block or so and he leaned over on his knees trying to catch his breath.  His gut was twisted with jealousy and frustration.  He turned and trundled back home but found all the doors locked and him without his keys.  Samantha was standing stark naked in the window with her arms crossed haughtily and suddenly Ed was trying to think of a way to sweet talk her into letting him back into his own house.

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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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