Chapter 8 – The Naughty Wife Tells Another Tale
Excerpted from “Party Like a Plutocrat”
Continued from Chapter 7.
When you get home you take a nap for a few hours and then Erin has Chinese food delivered for dinner. After dinner, you sit in the living room drinking herbal tea, neither one of you able to stomach the idea of alcohol.
“You know, Max might not want to talk about last night, but I just have to know what happened,” you say, looking Erin in the eye seriously.
Erin looks away and blushes. “Honey, I confess, I was… very naughty last night. I teased these rich men with my body a little. And I, uh… obeyed a lot of orders…” She glances over at you nervously.
Your penis expands as she looks at you. “What kind of orders?” you ask her.
She looks away pensively for a moment, then she says. “Let’s do this.” She gets up and pulls down her sweatpants, exposing her dark bush to you, then she strides over and throws herself over your lap with her nice round ass facing you. “I will tell you a thing I did. And then you can spank me right away.”
“Ok,” you say, your cock immediately stiffening. You place a hand on one of her ass cheeks and rub the smooth white skin for a moment. “I want to hear about the cigar room.”
“Oh boy,” she says, facing the floor. “Well as I said, no one would go in there at first, but once Jenny and I got a little drunk, she dared me to go in with her. I said I would, but I wanted to find Reggie first and tell him what we decided.”
You instinctively slap her ass at that, playfully, but still a little sharply. “Why did you do that?”
“I wanted him to see,” she admits to the floor and then moans as you spank her ass again.
“You wanted to him to see you naked!” you shout amazed, pushing her off your lap in anger. “Why?” you shout. She kneels before you, stripping off her top and you are distracted by the sight of her large gorgeous boobs spilling out. Then she reaches over and unzips your fly and your prick comes springing out of your pants.
“You sound angry, but your dick is telling a different story,” she says with a smile tugging your trousers off.
“Um, I’m hot for you, but this is too much,” you complain.
“But, we are just getting started,” she says with a pout. She drops her boobs onto your bare thighs and reaches over to grasp your dong. “Don’t you want to hear what happened?”
“Oh god,” you say as she strokes your cock. “Ok.”
“I wanted Reggie to see us get naked because the idea turned me on, ok? I am a bad, and naughty wife,” says Erin gleefully stroking away.
“We found him ordering some girls to bend over so he and some friends could see how the looked in that position. But when we told him that we wanted to go change in the cigar room, his face lit up and he just left the poor girls bent over touching their toes. He preferred us to them,” she says tossing her head and jerking your cock.
“Yeah,” you say, “I see.”
“Anyway, Jenny told him no smoking and that he better make sure the air filters were running full blast for a few minutes before she would set foot in there. Reggie eagerly complied and then he gathered up a couple of his closest friends for the special show.”
Erin takes a break to suck your cock for a minute. “Oh, I taste some pre-ejaculate. You are enjoying this. I’m wet too, just thinking about last night.”
“Shit,” is all you can think to say.
“So we all go into the cigar room and Reggie and his pals plop their asses into these nice deep leather club chairs and they… unzip their flies casually, like it’s no big deal,” Erin is grinning evilly at you as she pulls your pud. “Can you believe it? I mean they didn’t pull their cocks out but they were getting ready.”
“Go on,” you gulp.
“Well Jenny and I were both wearing nightgowns over our bras and panties. So Reggie asks Jenny to undress me first. Jenny loved the idea and pulled my nightgown off real slow. Then she turns me with my back facing the men and she slowly tugs my panties down. Then she, you know, she has to spank my bare ass for good measure. Then Reggie asks if I would mind bending over so that they could get a better view.” Erin pulls your thing. “You know, he doesn’t say he wants to get a better view of my pussy, just a better view.”
“And I assume you bent over?” you say, you stomach filled with ice.
“Just like a slut,” she laughs. “I bent right over and then I asked him sweetly if he could see well enough.” Erin gives your rod another tug for emphasis. “So he says, that he enjoys what he sees very much, but he asks Jenny if she would terribly mind spreading my thighs apart slightly.”
“Are you kidding me?” you yelp, and the next thing you know, you are spurting cum into your wife’s face and she eagerly takes your cock in her mouth to suck the remaining semen out.
“Jesus,” you say, pulling your hair and pacing around the room as she kneels on the floor looking up at you with a startled expression. “How could you?”
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I was dripping wet I was so into it. I am dripping wet now just recalling it.”
“Oh shit, get over here,” you say, sitting back down and helping her up to lay across your lap again. You spank her a few times playfully as she fingers her clitoris and the you sink a few fingers into her vagina while she masturbates herself and moans with pleasure.
“So Jenny spread me wide for them to see and I looked back between my legs and I could see them pulling on their cocks while they watched. One guy had his wife sitting on the edge of his chair pulling it for him.” Erin is panting rapidly now and you pull your fingers out of her and give her a sharp slap on the ass which pushes her into a climax. After she is finished cumming, she crawls off your lap and sits cross legged on the couch next to you.
“Do you hate me now?” she asks meekly.
You take her in your arms and rock her back and forth for a few minutes. “Yes,” you say. “I do.”
Erin breaks out in laughter and then starts crying at the same time. “I can’t… you are too good to me…no actually, you are a fucker…” she slaps you on the shoulder. “You can’t really be mad,” she says bravely.
“That’s pretty twisted, isn’t it, having your friend strip you down and spread your twat so a bunch of rich bastards can jerk themselves off,” you shake your head in disbelief and your cock actually starts getting hard again.
“I know, and the one guy couldn’t even be bothered to do it himself, but made his wife do it,” laughs Erin gleefully, wiping tears from her eyes.
“But what, what happened next?” you ask, looking her in the eyes.
“Well Jenny got my bra off and then spun me around so that they could see my boobs… and I could see their cocks… Witherspoon has a nice one and the way he looked at me while he stroked it… as though inviting me to come and try it out myself…” she is breathing heavily at the thought.
“Jesus, Erin, are you really hot for that guy?” you ask incredulously, as your cock slowly stands back up.
“I don’t know…” she says, examining your cock with interest. “He just has this way of looking at me and telling me what to do, and asking me things. He just casually asked if I minded that he was touching himself like that. I mean the guy is jerking his wang while Jenny squeezes my nipples at his request and it’s like he asked to borrow a pencil or something. I don’t know… he’s a dirty man, but refined. I guess he makes me hot. But of course, I don’t love him. I love you,” and she squeezes your cock gently to see if it’s ready yet.
“Too tender still,” you say. Then you take a deep breath. “Ok, I can deal with this. We’ve been together a long time. We will get through this. Is that the worst thing that happened?”
“Well, I… maybe…” she says looking at you uncertainly. “That I did anyway. Jenny was a little more naughty.”
“Jesus, what did she do?” you ask with interest.
“I can’t tell you,” she says wistfully looking away. “You may be my husband, but she’s my best friend and she hasn’t told Max about it yet.”
“Max doesn’t want to know about it,” you say. “I sure won’t tell him.”
“Oh, what do you care anyway?’ asks Erin lightly.
“I’m just curious, like anyone would be,” you say. But Erin notices that your cock is pulsing with anticipation.
“Hmm, I don’t know how I should feel about your interest in Jenny’s activities,” she says pointing to your cock. “But after Jenny got my bra off, I got down and spread my legs for the plutocrats and a couple of them shot their wads into turkish towels that were handy.”
“You spread your legs?” you ask.
“Sure, why not?” she says with a shrug. “I mean I had gone that far. I even asked Reggie if I was spreading wide enough and if he could see everything that he was interested in.” She sees your cock throbbing and grasps it tentatively.
“yeah, that’s good,” you say and she starts stroking it gently. “But Reggie didn’t cum even then, huh?” you ask.
“Nope,” she says with a sigh of disappointment. Once his friends got cleaned up they left and some other guys came in. Reggie asked me to put on a shelf bra but leave my panties off and then he had me undress Jenny.” She feels your cock react and then looks at you with surprise. “Jesus, that really turns you on. Are you hot for Jenny or something?” she asks accusingly.
“No! It’s just a kinky situation,” you say defensively.
“You better not be!” she says fussily. “Anyway I strip Jenny down for him and you can tell that she’s the one he’s really into. His face is covered in sweat and he is really jerking it.” Erin sees that you are hard enough and climbs gracefully onto your lap and lowers herself onto your straining prick. “Ahhh. that’s nice,” she says as she engulfs you with her hot wet pussy.
“Where was I? Oh yeah, so Jenny is naked and spreading for him and she props herself up on her elbows and asks him casually why he doesn’t just come over and stick it into her. Was he embarrassed to fuck the help in front of his big shot buddies?” Erin is bouncing frantically on your cock rubbing herself and panting. You can barely hold it. “This put Reggie over the edge. He jumps up and stands over her but he can’t hold it and starts shooting his load right onto her belly. And she just laughs at him and calls him a pre-ejaculator.” At that you have an orgasm yourself, shooting a meager load up into your wife. When she feels you cumming, she cums again too. But she doesn’t climb off, she just continues her story for you.
“When Jenny calls Reggie a pre-ejacultor, he just agrees good naturedly and promises to try to do better next time if she will give him another opportunity,” Erin tells you her face slick with sweat from so much sex. “His friends had all cum themselves at that point and everyone cleaned up and filed out to get another drink laughing at Jenny’s audacity. I helped clean Jenny up and… you know, we put on another sexy outfit and went back out to work the party. And it’s really disturbing the way you came right at the point in the story where Jenny got a load shot on her, as though you were picturing yourself cumming on my girlfriend,” she says looking you in the eyes.
“No, I was picturing myself managing to hold it until I could crawl on top and put it in a few times so I could finish inside her,” you say pinching your wife’s nipples.
“Omigod, don’t even joke about that,” she says climbing off you, obviously upset.
“Are you serious?” you say amazed. ‘You go and literally spread your cunt for a bunch of rich fuckers to gaze at while they jerk themselves and even ask them politely if you are being a filthy enough slut to please them, but, but.. if I… even joke about fucking your girlfriend…” you are sputtering with anger now.
“That’s different,” she snaps. “You got off on the idea of me being a slut and following orders. I can’t get off on the idea of you fucking Jenny. It makes me insecure,” she whines.
“Insecure?” you ask. “But you slutting around with actual billionaires doesn’t make me insecure?”
“Apparently it doesn’t” she sniffs wiping a tear away. “I know that’s weird, but that’s how it seems to be.”
“Jesus, ok, I won’t… you know… fuck Jenny…” you say lamely.
“Dammit, I know that,” she says forcing a smile. “She wouldn’t let you. You’re supposed to promise not to talk about or even make me aware of your fantasy to fuck my best friend. Ok?”
“Oh, sure, well, that’s easy,” you say. “I don’t actually fantasize about fucking her…”
“Good man,” she says approvingly, now let’s go to the bedroom and let me see if I can think of some other slutty thing I did last night for me to tell you about. I want to see how many hardons I can get out of you in one night.”
Continued in Chapter 9.
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