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Wife’s First Boudoir Photos

By Gustav Jorgenson

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“So I was having coffee with Janet and Abbey today,” said my wife, Claudia. She was gazing down into her teacup as she stirred it and I sensed something was wrong. Her normally pale white cheeks seemed flushed.

“What’s the matter, are you embarrassed about something, dear?”

“Well, they were telling me about these boudoir photos they each had taken.”

“Boudoir, as in bedroom?” I scratched my head in confusion.

“Right, I guess there is a trend now of middle aged housewives doing sexy photo shoots in opulent hotel suites so they have some record of themselves looking good before they go completely downhill.” Claudia snorted with derision as she peered down into her tea cup. “I’m sure you’ve seen things like that online. Pouting ladies in skimpy lingerie stretching out on luxurious chaise lounge chairs.”

“Uh, yeah, I might have seen something like that online before.” I gulped guiltily and made a show of tugging at my collar.

Claudia rewarded me with the briefest of smirks and I could tell something was truly bothering her. “Ha, ha, I’m sure you look at raunchier things than that when you go into your den and get on the internet. I don’t even want to know what I’d find if I had your password and could see your internet history. But getting back to the point, my friends are trying to convince me to go do a boudoir shoot.” She paused and looked up and me hesitantly. “What a laugh, right? I’ve already gone downhill.”

“What are you talking about? You still look great. Look at those gorgeous boobs of yours.” I wagged my eyebrows at my wife lewdly.

She blushed a bit more and covered her breasts with her hands demurely. “Stop it. Men don’t look at me anymore.”

“Jeez, you sound bitter about it. Do you enjoy catcalls?”

“I would at this point.” She sighed and gazed out the window at our expansive backyard was enveloped by the encroaching gloom of dusk. “And we never have sex anymore.”

“Ahh.” I rubbed my face and said nothing for a moment. “Well, it sounds like you could use a boost to your self-esteem. Why not go get made-up and have the pictures taken then. I’m sure they will come out looking marvelous.”

“Do you think so?” She tugged a strand of grey-blonde hair down into her face and peeked at me shyly from behind it. Have I really lost track how beautiful and vulnerable my wife could be? My heart melted when I saw how bashful she seemed.

“Of course, I’m just worried about one thing. I don’t want you getting half naked in front of some handsome male photographer.”

“What are you jealous?” My wife laughed gaily at the idea. “As though some young guy would be interested in an old bag like me.” I gave her a stern look and she regained her composure. “Anyway, I think these boudoir photographers are all women. I called one place today and spoke with a woman.”

“Really, you called a place?”

“Yes, do you want to go with me?” She seemed excited and the idea of watching my wife model lingerie piqued my imagination and I could feel my johnson growing stiffer as I thought about it.

I got up and gave her a kiss and that lead to me casually groping her boob and then she noticed that I was getting harder and started squeezing my bulge and it the next thing I knew, I had her bent over the kitchen table with her panties around her ankles and her skirt above her waist as I dogged her from behind. I gripped her soft white hips as I pictured my lovely wife parading around in provocative lingerie and I was quickly emptying my seed inside her.

“Hmm, this photo shoot idea is spicing up our love life already,” she said, smiling brightly back at me over her shoulder as I tenderly withdrew from her.

“Possibly.” And we both laughed and hugged there in the kitchen.

***

Claudia made the arrangements with a studio to have the shoot in the bridal suite of a posh hotel downtown. We were greeted by a pair of young latinas who explained that they were just the hair and makeup assistants and that the photographer and lighting person were running a bit late. They handed us glasses of champagne so we could loosen up and the young women fussed over my wife while I wandered through the expansive rooms. It was an old hotel and the ceilings were high with ornate crown moulding. The windows provided a gorgeous view of San Francisco’s skyline. Someone had hung sheer fabric sheets from the ceiling to add ambience.

There was a light tap at the door and then two young hispanic men came into the room. I was immediately taken aback by how rough these two looked. The shorter man had a tattoo of a hummingbird on his neck, a thin moustache, and dark black, slicked back hair. His partner was a big, muscular fellow with a scar on his upper lip, a pony tail, and cold black eyes. Both men wore wife beaters and saggy jeans hanging low so that their boxers were showing. The shorter fellow had a camera around his neck and carried a lens case, and the bigger guy was hauling in a bunch of lighting equipment.

“Hey, you must be Claudia’s husband, George,” said the short photographer. “I’m Juan and this is my cousin Enrique. Sorry we are late, our other shoot went over. Where’s the sexy lady?”

“Ah, Claudia is just finishing up with hair and makeup, but uh, I thought the photographer was going to be a female.”

He reached down and grabbed his testicles and thought for a minute and then said, “Nope.” His cousin broke out laughing and I smiled along wryly.

The two latinas ushered my wife into the room, and Juan whistled appreciatively. She was still in her modest dress, but her hair was done up in elaborate curls. I thought the make-up was overdone and garish, basically stage makeup, but I guessed that’s what was needed for photography.

“And you must be Claudia,” said Juan, rushing forward and grabbing her hand so he could kiss it. He looked her up and down dramatically. “I am Juan and I will be photographing your sensuousness today. You are one gorgeous lady. This will really be a pleasure. Enrique, bring in trunk with the lingerie. We got to spice things up a little in here.” He gave a guttural, unsavory laugh that made my stomach roil. Claudia looked down at the photographer with a bemused smile and then looked at me and immediately noticed my discomfort.

“We thought the photographer was going to be a woman,” I repeated lamely and Juan gave me an annoyed glance.

“I know, I know, a lot of studios have women photographers because that makes the customers comfortable. And they joke around and act silly and make funny faces. It’s like a slumber party. And the pictures reflect like, that energy, you know? They aren’t sexy, they are just funny. You need a man taking the pictures to really bring out a woman’s sexuality. Compare my photos to the stuff the other studios produce. No comparison. My pictures scream raw sex appeal. Those others are just, safe, mine are dangerous!” Juan puffed his chest out, proud of his little diatribe and Enrique and the two girls nodded along, clearly impressed.

“I’m not sure dangerous is what we are looking for,” I said hesitantly.

Claudia intervened before Juan could answer. “Excuse us a moment, won’t you? I just need to have a little chat with my husband. I don’t think he is comfortable with me, err, being sensuous around strange men.”

“Certainly pretty lady,” said Juan unctuously. He looked her body up and down in a way that made me angry. As she walked over to me he tilted his head and pursed his lips in appreciation as he checked out her rear.

“Honey, we can’t go through with this. Look at those guys,” I hissed gesturing at the two young men as they went about setting up the equipment.

“You’re gonna have to pay for the room no matter what,” called Juan. “It’s gonna be expensive.”

Claudia smiled over at him and waved. “Yes, thank you, we understand,” she called out. Then she turned back to me and lowered her voice. “They do seem a bit rough around the edges, but I think he made a good point. Having a male photographer makes it riskier. Besides, I’m actually kind of a sucker for blatant flattery. I think he’s cute.”

I looked at Claudia with frank amazement. “Claudia he looks like a street hooligan.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, that’s just the look kids have these days.” She waved her hand dismissively. She saw me staring back at her and laughed. “My goodness, you aren’t actually jealous are you?”

I shifted uncomfortably under her gaze and rubbed my head.

“George? This is me here, your wife for 15 years.”

“But you will be prancing around practically naked,” I whispered.

“That’s the idea!” She raised her eyebrows at me in exasperation. “Just get a grip on yourself. These young guys aren’t going to get all worked up over a middle-aged lady like me. And besides, we already paid for the room, so let’s go through with it.”

“Yeah, ok, but I need another drink.”

“Isabella, can you pour George and I more champagne. We need to calm our nerves a bit.”

“Ok, ok, great, I’m glad you and George got everything worked out,” said Juan taking my wife by the arm. “We have a big trunk of sexy lingerie back here and we set up a folding screen so that you have some privacy while you change. I think you should start out with just a lacy bra and panties along with some nice black stockings. Pick a pair that are really transparent. I like to see some nipples.” Juan waggled his eyebrows at Claudia salaciously.

“Ha, I’ll bet you do,” Claudia laughed as she went behind the screen.

“Oh, man, your wife is so fucking hot. I can’t wait to see her put those titties on display,” Juan said, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

“Uh, yeah,” I replied with a look of annoyance.

“Oh man, don’t be like that,” he replied, slapping me on the shoulder. “Of course I love my work, can you blame me?” He winked at me lewdly, then turned to watch Claudia’s shadow on the screen as she undressed. “Oh wow, look at this, she is totally backlit.” He ran over to the screen with his camera. “Claudia, baby, once you get all your clothes off, let me know, I want to get some shots of your shadow on the screen. They’re gonna be so hot.”

“Well, I’m undressed now,” said Claudia hesitantly.

“Great, turn sideways and lift your arms above your head and stick your rump out. I wanna see those big knockers jutting out in one direction and that sweet ass poking out in the other. Yeah, like that, so fuckin hot, Yeah!” Juan was clicking madly away with his camera and Enrique stood behind him so he could see the shadow of my wife’s curvaceous form. “Your nipples aren’t hard enough, pinch them for me, make them pop.”

“Uh, wow, ok,” giggled Claudia and Juan snapped photos of her shadow as she tweaked her nipples. “How’s this?” She turned to the side again.

“Ah, not quite, come closer to the screen. Yeah, now cup your boobs in your hands to support them sort of, yeah, you got it, you are a natural, baby, you’re making me hard already. Aw yeah, stick that ass out, wow! What a shelf!”

“Ok, uh, that’s a little explicit, isn’t it?” I said, taking a gulp of champagne as I stood awkwardly to the side. “I mean, that’s my wife you’re talking to.”

Juan didn’t bother to turn as he snapped a stream of photos. “Man, I know that. This is rapport a photographer has with his model. He has to make her feel beautiful and he has to let her know that she is having an impact on him too. Just relax yourself, have some more champagne. Ok, gorgeous, go ahead and put on that bra and panties. I can’t wait to drink in the sight of your exposed flesh.” He let his camera fall back to his chest and turned to face me. “You know, we don’t normally have the husbands along for the ride. If it’s freaking you out too much, you might want to duck out and get a cup of coffee. Especially for the nude shots.”

“Wait, I didn’t think you did nude shots,” I stammered.

“Well, we do the tasteful stuff. Like nude on her belly on the bed, maybe just a hint of bare ass, slightly out of focus, her dangling boobs covered up by her arm. No nips or anything. But of course, she has to get naked for that kind of shot and Enrique and I get to see everything.”
“Yeah, I’m not…”

“Ok, boys,” said Claudia brightly emerging from behind the screen. She was wearing nothing but a black bra, panties, and black stockings. Her erect nipples were clearly visible through the transparent bra and my jaw dropped when I saw her because she never wore such things at home. Her bras never even matches her panties. She had certainly put on weight over the years, but she wore it well and she had a good hourglass figure with a clearly defined waist and ample tits and ass. Her skin was still smooth and fresh looking for a woman in her forties and she was showing plenty of skin.

“Aww, yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” crowed Juan. “Check out those titties, bro.”

“Super hot,” agreed Enrique nodded with agreement as he turned the lightbox to face her.

“Um, ok,” said Claudia, putting her arms out awkwardly. “Now what?”

Juan was snapping away as she flailed her arms. “See, see, that George. That awkward expression, that nervousness of having strange men ogle her ta-ta’s. That’s gold, baby, you are gonna thank me when you get these photos back. So hot, so vulnerable.”

Claudia put her hands on her waist and cocked one hip jauntily. “Vulnerable? Ha, I’m old enough to be your mother.”

“I’d still do you,” smiled Juan. “I don’t care how old you are with that body, baby. I’d tap that ass with a quickness. Let me see some, yeah, turn around and bend over a little. Oooo-wee, thats a booty. Spank it for me. Oh yeah. I’m springing one for you right now, for real.” Juan gripped his crotch with one hand as he click pictures with the other and I was disgusted to see a bulge growing in his baggy jeans.

Claudia laughed when she saw Juan’s bulge and she excitedly went through the series of lewd poses he suggested. She was clearly loving every minute of it and relishing her role as slutty sex object.

I was about to protest all of Juan’s crotch grabbing when Isabella came by and poured me more champagne. She noticed my discomfort and smiled prettily up at me. “You don’t seem super happy about this now, but I know you will just love the pictures later. Juan get’s pretty raunchy and he’s just getting warmed up. I mean, he still has his pants on and you already seem freaked out. Maybe you should come hang out in the other room with Maria and I.”

“What do you mean, he takes his own pants off?” I gasped in shock.

“Yeah, it adds to the sexual tension, you know. But he’s right, it really comes across in the pictures. Maria and I can keep you company though, we know what you’re going through.” She batted her eyelashes at me and I could detect some strong innuendo. Was this some kind of weird sex service posing as a photography studio. But no, the camera and lighting were all top end professional gear and this studio came highly recommended.

“We can show you our underwear if you want,” she whispered, opening her blouse slightly so I could get a peek at her pert cleavage.

Sweat beaded up on my forehead as I gazed from Isabella’s boobs to my wife who was laughing hysterically and had her bra straps down as Juan coaxed her to pull her bra down farther and farther until it was just barely covering her areola. “I don’t think I understand,” I told Isabella in a hoarse whisper. “Are you strippers?”

She grimaced at me and I immediately realized that I had make a drunken miscalculation. “Jesus, cabron, of course not. I was just playing with you. Fuck, I was trying to be friendly and you repay with an insult, thanks alot.” She clamped her shirt closed and stormed off in a huff while I muttered feeble apologies. Meanwhile Juan had my wife down on her back, spreading her legs for him. Her top was gone somehow and she was covering her nipples with one arm and pouting up at him seductively. My own penis came erect at the sight and I noticed Juan gripping an outsized bulge in his jeans that belied his small frame.

“Oh man, yeah, spread those foxy legs, mama. Ooo, I’m real hard now. If your husband weren’t here I would climb right on top and teach you what’s it’s like to be with a real man.” He was muttering quietly to her and he must have thought I couldn’t hear him.

“You’re so dirty, Juan,” giggle my wife drunkenly. She wasn’t used to drinking and she must have had a few because she seemed to be having the time of her life.

“Uh, I can hear you,” I called.

“Don’t interrupt me, George, I’m working.” Juan unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers, and his big dick poked out, pitching a tent in his boxers as he stood over my supine wife snapping pictures madly with one hand and gripping his rod with the other. Enrique looked on with interest, fingering his own bulge. “Get up on the bed. Yeah, that’s right, on your belly. Open your mouth like you’re getting ready to take this dick into it. Yeah, you know you want it, you filthy whore. Now slide those panties off, nice and slow. Fuck yeah. let me get a few shots of that crack. Nice, nice.”

“This language is too strong, Juan,” I cautioned.

He turned and glared at me angrily. “Man, don’t tell me how to do my fucking job. I’ll cool it when your wife tells me to cool, and she ain’t saying that. In fact, she’s loving this shit. So why don’t you go cool off with the girls in the other room while I take care of business in here.”

“Go ahead, darling, I’ll be fine. You are being overprotective,” called Claudia as she kicked her panties away and lay totally naked on the bed while this latin casanova stepped out of his pants and stood above her with his cock just inches from her face while her resumed taking photos of her bare ass. She glanced longingly at Juan’s protruding member as Enrique came and hustled me out of the room.

“Be cool, man, be cool, we are professionals. We do this all the time,” said the big man as he lead me into the other room. “Isabella, you watch this guy, will ya, he’s pissing Juan off.”

“I know, that bendajo pissed me off earlier too,” sniffed Isabella as she sat chatting with Maria on a vintage leather chesterfield.

Somehow they made me feel as though I was at fault and being unreasonable. After all, we were paying for sexy photos. Who was I to complain about the methods? “I’m really sorry, folks, I just, well, it’s weird seeing my wife getting naked in front of a strange man and then have him whipping his dick around and everything.”

“Yeah, that’s ok man, I sure wouldn’t let my woman do it,” laughed Enrique, clapping me on the shoulder. “Now if you excuse me, I want to go check out your naked wife’s hot body, because she is a total MILF.” He strode back into the bedroom but left the door open.

“For reals, your wife is smokin’ hot,” laughed Maria. “Juan’s gonna bust a nut right up in that shit.”

“Ah, what?”

“Don’t tease him, Maria,” said Isabella. “He can’t handle it.”

I heard Claudia suddenly cackle with laughter from the other room.

“Oh my god, are you serious?” laughed my wife.

“Yeah, I’m serious, lay on your back. Ooh yeah, now spread them. Uh huh, hold up Enrique, hold up. Pinch those nipples, yeah. Oh fuck yeah. Ok, ok, now it’s your turn mama, now you get the prize baby. You made this wood, now you get to taste it.”

“What’s he talking about?” I asked in bewilderment.

“Man, he’s gonna stick his thing right into your wife’s mouth,” laughed Maria.

“And she gonna suck it too. She’s into him, I could tell,” agreed Isabella.

“No, I don’t believe it,” I gulped, my pulse racing.

“Turn around, turn around on all fours, get that ass up here. Enrique, man, what the fuck? Oh shit, ok, go ahead if she don’t mind. I’m a tap this now. Gimme that ass, baby, I got something for you.”

“Ooh, shit, he’s doing her doggystyle now!” gasped Maria, putting her hands in front of her mouth as she blushed.

“Enrique probably trying to get her to suck his too now,” chimed in Isabella smugly, shooting me an evil glare. “How’s that feel, hubby? You like that?”

“I mean, it sounds bad, but I just don’t believe that my wife would do something like that.”

“Not with a cholo you mean,” spat Isabella bitterly. “Man, you racist.”

“Why do you say that?” asked Maria.

“He called me a stripper,” replied Isabella indignantly.

“For reals?” mouthed Maria in shock. “That ain’t right.”

“Look, I’m really sorry about that.” Somehow I felt like an utter heel. And she was right, I must be a little racist because I couldn’t imagine my wife agreeing to let some hispanic guy fuck her. But then again, she did seem pretty drunk and she was getting off on the flattery.
Isabella tisked, holding her hand up toward me and turning her face away.

I heard a lot of muffled exchanges from the other room and maybe I heard the sound of bed springs creaking, but I couldn’t be sure if it was my imagination or not. I was afraid to go in and look, though I desperately wanted to see what was happening in there. Could my wife really be fucking these two guys? I couldn’t tell if the idea disgusted me or fascinated me. I had grown so close to Claudia over the years and thought that I knew her so well. The Claudia I knew would never be unfaithful to me. Was there a whole other side of Claudia that I knew nothing about? A wanton woman hiding within my steadfast and loyal wife? I had to know.

I ran back into the other room to find my wife spread languidly on her back, totally nude, while Enrique packed up the lights and Juan reviewed pictures on his camera.

“Ah, honey, aren’t you going to cover yourself?” I asked timidly.

“Oh, darling, you’re so funny. Why bother at this point? Juan has seen and recorded every crevice.”

“Every sexy damn crevice,” corrected Juan not looking up from his camera. “George, you are gonna offer me double the fee for this set, it’s unbelievable.”

Claudia got up and walked back behind the screen to get dressed, Juan and Enrique’s eyes tracking her naked body the whole way. I stood by awkwardly as they packed up.

“Uh, when will we see the pictures?” I asked.

“Soon, soon, we need to do some post production of course,” said Juan fussily. “Isabella will send you an email.”

When Claudia emerged, she hugged Juan and Enrique to thank them and we left. In the elevator down I noticed what appeared to be a massive wad of snot in her hair.

“Hey, what’s in your hair?”

“This, oh, nothing.” She seemed mortified, but I couldn’t believe it was what I thought it was.

It was only later that we learned the real story. The studio people called and apologized that they couldn’t make the shoot. All their equipment and computers had been stolen. When we told them that there had been a shoot after all, they demanded that we give the police the descriptions of the perpetrators. The color drained from Claudia’s face when she heard about it. About a week later, a buddy of mine from work sent me a link to a hardcore milf porn website with Claudia’s photo shoot. She definitely did a lot more with Juan and Enrique than I thought she would. I guess she has another side to her that I knew nothing about until now.

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Girlfriend Goes Out Drinking With Bitter Rivals of Boyfriend

By Gustav Jorgenson

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Samantha came out into the living room wearing a short black cocktail dress and stockings. She was teetering in her high heels since she wasn’t very accustomed to wearing them.

“Whoa, where are you going?” asked her boyfriend Frank, looking up from playing his video game.

“I told you that I was going out drinking with Cindy tonight,” said Samantha with exasperation as she put in her earrings hurriedly.

“Why are you dressed like such a slut?” asked Frank suspiciously.

“You like this?” asked Samantha brightly, turning and wiggling her rump at him. Her short dress clung tightly to her rear, revealing it’s round shape.

Frank gazed longingly at Samantha’s butt and gorgeous legs. There was a strip of pale thigh visible above her stockings which always made him hard and this time was no exception. He felt himself stiffening at the sight of her.

“Who’s all going?” he asked her.

“Just some friends of hers from her new job at that bar Scooters,” said Samantha absently.

“Scooters?!” cried Frank in amazement. “That’s the place where I got in a fight with the bouncers!”

“Wait, what?” asked Samantha. “You never told me about that.”

“I uh, yeah,” admitted Frank awkwardly. “Well remember when I came home with that black eye last month?”

“Oh boy,” said Samantha, biting her nails nervously and avoiding Frank’s accusing gaze.

“Don’t tell me you and Cindy are going out drinking with the bouncers from Scooters,” yelped Frank indignantly.

“How was I supposed to know you got in a fight with those guys?” demanded Samantha defensively. “You never told me.”

“Well, you can’t go,” said Frank shakily. “You definitely can’t go drinking with those dickheads that beat my ass in the bar just for mouthing off to them.”

Samantha stood with her hands on her hips and just stared Frank down. She wasn’t used to taking orders from him and she wasn’t about to start now.

“I mean, come on,” he said weakly, wilting beneath her stern expression. “That’s not cool.”

“Frank, I can’t ditch Cindy at the last minute like this,” said Samantha reasonably. “I just have to go.”

“But that’s like betraying me,” whined Frank.

“Look, we are just having drinks,” said Samantha, pulling self-consciously at the hem of her revealing dress. “It’s not like I am going to sleep with all of them.”

“Yeah, well, can’t you at least go change into something less sexy?” begged Frank. “Put some jeans on or something.”

Samantha snorted in response. “You want me to go out looking like a bag lady?” she asked.

“Those assholes are going to be checking out your body like mad,” said Fred bitterly, his stomach roiling in jealousy at the thought of the big rough bouncers getting drunk and ogling his girlfriend.

“No they won’t,” said Samantha unconvincingly.

“Yes, they will,” asserted Frank. “That dress barely covers your crotch. And Jesus, are you even wearing a bra?”

“No,” said Samantha, covering her stiff nipples with her hands modestly. “But I never wear a bra with this dress, the straps would show,” she argued feebly, gesturing to the spaghetti straps of her dress.

“Oh man, what if one of them hits on you?” asked Frank, his brow breaking out in sweat as he looked his attractive girlfriend up and down. “Those big meatheads will get drunk and start pawing at you like crazy.”

Just then there was a honk from the driveway. “Oh shit, here they are,” said Samantha, glancing out the window. “Look, I know this is weird, and I wouldn’t normally go out with some guys that beat you up, but it’s too late to back out now. I can’t leave Cindy hanging.”

“Fuck!” said Frank in frustration, peeking out the window at the big black SUV in the driveway. The head bouncer from Scooters was at the wheel and Frank recognized him as the one that had given Frank his black eye.

“Look, I love you and I would never betray you, ok?” said Samantha, giving Frank a quick peck on the cheek.

Frank didn’t respond and Samantha teetered out the door. He watched through the window as she swayed down the driveway and the big bouncer got out of the SUV and looked her up and down appreciatively. Frank ground his teeth at the sight. The big man opened the back door for Samantha to get in and slapped her playfully on the ass as she climbed into the SUV.

Frank could take no more and went running out the door to confront him.

“That’s my fucking girlfriend, asshole,” shouted Frank, confronting the bigger man in the driveway.

“What the fuck?” said the bouncer, taken aback for a minute. “Oh hey, I remember you. Looks like your eye healed up but you still don’t know how to keep your mouth shut.”

“Samantha, get out of the car!” shouted Frank shrilly.

Samantha rolled down the window and yelled, “Frank, just go back inside, will you?”

“Yeah, just go back inside, Frank,” laughed the bouncer climbing back into the driver’s seat. “Don’t worry, me and my buddies will take good care of your girl tonight.” Then he slammed the door and pulled out of the driveway. Samantha waved consolingly to Frank as the SUV screeched down the street, loud music blasted from it’s obnoxiously loud stereo system.

Frank paced back and forth all night, unable to concentrate on anything but Samantha. He kept picturing her getting fucked by each of those muscle bound steroid freaks, one after another, crying out in ecstasy as each big man used her for sex and spurted his load inside and all over her. He drank beer after beer, getting drunker and more upset until he finally just passed out cold.

He was awoken the following morning by Samantha as she creeped in the front door with her shoes in her hand. Frank had fallen asleep on the couch and he groaned as he looked over at his disheveled girlfriend. Her hair was a mess and her makeup was all smeared. Her stockings were full of runs and her dress was stained with white splotches.

“Where the fuck were you all night?” demanded Frank. Then he paused after noticing how ragged Samantha looked and softened his tone. “Jeez, you look as bad as I feel.”

“Look, honey, I can explain,” said Samantha, holding up her hands for clemency.

“Ok, explain,” said Frank sitting up painfully and reaching for the bottle of water on the table to wash the taste of copper pennies from his mouth.

“We got a little drunk and I ended up crashing at Jimmy’s house,” croaked Samantha awkwardly.

“Who the fuck is Jimmy?” demanded Frank impatiently.

“Look, can I go get washed up first before we get into this?” pleaded Samantha.

“No, Jimmy is one of those bouncers, right?” spat Frank, his face burning with shame.

“Yeah, he was the one who opened the door for me last night,” admitted Samantha, with a grimace.

“And who slapped your ass,” said Frank tightly.

“Yeah, I guess,” said Samantha, coming over and sitting down on the couch next to Frank. She took the water bottle from Frank and took a long drink. “Look, those guys are actually really nice. It’s a shame you got off on the wrong foot.”

“Wait, what?” squawked Frank.

“They don’t have anything against you,” said Samantha defensively. “They said that you were being a real jerk to them the night they roughed you up.”

“Whose side are you on?” demanded Frank angrily.

“I’m on your side, honey,” said Samantha rubbing his shoulder to comfort him.

“Then why did you sleep at Jimmy’s house last night?” he pouted sullenly.

“The boys and I went to Jimmy’s house for more drinks after the bar closed and they uh, were too drunk to drive me back,” said Samantha evasively.

“Jesus, you went and drank all night with a bunch of asshats that beat the shit out of me,” said Frank, shaking his head in amazement and looking at Samatha with a hurt expression. “Why didn’t you take a cab home?”

“We were, um, it was, uh, I don’t know,” stammered Samantha, avoiding Frank’s accusing gaze. “We were having fun, actually,” she admitted in a small voice. “They were really into me.”

“They were into you?” complained Frank. Then he looked more closely at the stains on spattered all over Samatha’s dress. “What the fuck did you get on your dress?” he asked with disgust.

“Yeah, I, uh, don’t know,” said Samatha brushing at herself guiltily.

“Jesus, is that cum?” gasped Frank in shock. “Did you fuck those guys last night?” His heart was racing as the idea crossed his mind.

“No, ha, what the heck?” laughed Samantha weakly, taking his hand. “What kind of slut do you think I am?”

“You’re lying through your damn teeth,” said Frank, snatching his hand away. “Don’t insult my intelligence.” He glared at her angrily, but he didn’t want to believe she had cheated on him with those douchebags. That would be too humiliating.

“Ok, what do you want me to say?” pleaded Samantha desperately. “Maybe we horsed around a little, but it was just for fun, it wasn’t serious or anything.”

“What kind of horsing around?” demanded Frank suspiciously.

“Uh, let’s just forget about it,” said Samantha. “I’m taking a shower.” She got up and retreated to the bathroom, but Frank followed her insistently.

“You just seem guilty if you won’t tell me what happened,” whined Frank, standing in the bathroom door as Samantha twisted the shower knobs, releasing a spray of hot water.

“Look, let’s just talk about it later,” she replied, stripping of her dress casually.

Frank paused to admire her naked body for a moment then stopped short, “Hey, where are you panties?” he asked.

“Uh, I, well,” stammered Samantha, blushing furiously. She was at a complete loss of words. “I don’t know, actually,” she admitted. Then she hopped into the shower to avoid further discussion.

“How can you not know where your goddamn drawers are?” insisted Frank. His stomach dropped at the implication. “Why did you take them off?”

“I can’t hear you,” shouted Samantha as she soaped up her large round boobs and then reached down to scrub her bush while Frank looked on longingly.

“Oh, fuck,” swore Frank as he stalked out of the bathroom. “She fucked those guys, I just know it,” he said to himself miserably, pacing back and forth in the living room. He knew he should dump her over this, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was too in love with her. Besides, he didn’t really have any proof that she cheated.

Samantha got out of the shower and then scurried directly into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Frank had to work that day, so after he showered and dressed quickly then ran off to work without talking to Samantha any further. When Frank got home from work, he found the black SUV in the driveway and Jimmy knocking on the front door while two of the other bouncers sat in the SUV waiting for him.

Samantha answered the door just as Frank approached. She was wearing a short trenchcoat buttoned all the way up, and fishnet stockings, which seemed odd to Frank given the mild weather.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” demanded Frank, approaching Jimmy belligerently.

“Honey, take it easy,” said Samantha nervously, glancing back and forth between Jimmy and Frank.

“Hey, Frank,” said Jimmy, looking down at Frank condescendingly. “Look, I just wanted to apologize for myself and the boys about that misunderstanding at the bar the other night. No hard feelings, huh?” He thrust his hand out to shake but Frank just stared at him angrily.

“Don’t be like that, Frank, go ahead and shake hands,” said Samantha, drawing the collar of her coat closed self-consciously.

Frank gritted his teeth and reluctantly shook hands with the big bouncer. Jimmy crushed his hand in steel grip and Frank nearly cried out in pain. He shook his hand ruefully once Jimmy deigned to release him.

“Ok, well, now that you have apologized, you can go,” said Frank in annoyance.

“Sure, let’s go Samantha,” said Jimmy. “You look really nice, by the way.”

“Thanks, Jimmy,” said Samantha, blushing and looking down as she stepped out of the house and started teetering toward the SUV with Frank in her high heels.

“Wait, where the fuck are you going?” shrieked Frank shrilly, unable to believe this was happening.

“The boys and I are were just going to take Sam out shopping,” said Jimmy with a broad smile. “Don’t worry, your girlfriend will be in good hands.”

“Shopping for what?” squawked Frank.

“You know, just to the mall,” said Samantha uncomfortably.

“Why are you wearing that damn trenchcoat?” asked Frank irritably.

“Oh, uh, it’s just, ah, you know, a gag I guess,” said Samantha blushing furiously. “It was Jimmy’s idea.”

“Show him what you are wearing under there,” coaxed Jimmy, wagging his eyebrows at her.

“Don’t rub it in, Jimmy,” said Samantha, looking at Frank with concern.

“Show me,” demanded Frank, sweat breaking out on his forehead.

“Oh shit,” said Samantha, rolling her eyes and unbuttoning the coat. She looked around nervously to make sure no one was around, then opened her trenchcoat timidly to reveal that she was dressed only in a lacy bra and panties with garters to hold up her stockings. She quickly closed her coat again and buttoned it up while Jimmy laughed deeply.

Frank was at a loss for words, “What, what?” he stuttered in shock, his pits damp with sweat.

“Come on man, don’t be such a stick in the mud,” said Jimmy slapping Frank on the back and nearly knocking him over. “We are going to have Sam flash guys in the mall and take pictures of the reactions she gets. It will be hilarious!”

“Sam, you agreed to this?” asked Frank in amazement, mortified at the idea of these guys humiliating his girl in public like that.

“Oh Frank, don’t make a big deal out of it,” said Samantha, smiling sickly. “It’s just for laughs.”

“Yeah, besides, we are going to buy Sam some real nice lingerie as a present,” said Jimmy rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

“Wait, you are taking my girlfriend lingerie shopping?” croaked Frank in disgrace. “Not going to happen, I won’t allow it,” he said trying to sound forceful.

“Oh Frank, just relax,” said Samantha, forcing a nervous laugh. “It’s all perfectly harmless.”

“Yeah, we just want to show her our appreciation for the good time she gave us last night,” said Jimmy with a lewd smile.

“Hush, Jimmy,” said Samantha, slapping his shoulder playfully. “Don’t tease Frank like that.” Then she opened the door to the SUV and hopped inside.

“Wait, when are you coming home?” cried Frank desperately.

“Um, later, I guess,” she called, rolling down the window.

“We are going to take her back to my place again and have her give us a little lingerie show,” said Jimmy clapping his big hands together. “But don’t worry, there won’t be any hanky panky. I promise.” Then he winked lasciviously at Frank, jumped into his SUV, and peeled out of the driveway while Frank stood there gaping like a fish.

He stayed up late waiting for her to get home, but he wasn’t too surprised when she finally called around 2 am and said that she would be spending the night at Jimmy’s again. He tried to ignore the giggling in the background as he pictured his girl strutting her stuff in skimpy lingerie for those dumb jocks and it burned his ass, but he just swallowed his anger as he crawled into bed. He tried to convince himself that she was staying faithful to him. She was just having a bit a fun. Maybe it was all perfectly harmless like she said.

 

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

Wife Spanked in Front of Husband

By Gustav Jorgenson

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Jim, Bob, and Susie were all good friends since college. Bob and Susie were a couple and later got married, but Susie and Jim always liked to flirt and tease Bob. He didn’t mind it since he trusted them both and loved his wife. But one day things got a little out of hand…

One afternoon, Bob and Susie had a BBQ at their house and invited some friends. In the evening, after all the other guests left, Jim hung around with the couple in the backyard having a few more drinks as was his habit.

“Ok guys, now that it’s just us, I am going to go change,” said Susie.

“Put on something slutty,” joked Jim.

“Yeah right, you wish,” said Susie with a smile, walking into the house.

“What’s the matter, Jim? You getting desperate now that’s you’ve broken up with Amber and you want to get your jollies ogling my wife?” asked Bob, handing him another beer.

“Your wife!” snorted Jim. “Don’t forget that I knew Susie before you did. I’m the one that introduced you two.”

“True, but now we are bound by the sacred vows of marriage,” intoned Bob seriously. But he couldn’t keep a straight face and he and Jim broke out laughing.

Bob and Jim contemplated the mild evening. They looked out across the lush green lawn, illuminated by the bright full moon, listening to the crickets, and drinking beer. After a few minutes Susie re-emerged from the house. She was wearing a thin halter top with short denim cut offs and she carried another six pack of beer.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” said Jim, looking Susie up and down and admiring her shapely legs, round ass, and generous bouncing breasts.

“Don’t be a perve, I am just trying to get comfortable,” said Susie with a smile. Then she bent over, pointing her ass at Jim provocatively as she put the six pack into the cooler the ground.

“Wait a minute, are you wearing a bra?” asked Bob wryly, noticing Jim checking out his wife’s ass.

“Nope,” said Susie, straightening up and shimmying her shoulders for her husband to make her boobs jiggle. “Like I said, I’m trying to get comfortable.” Then she flopped down on the cushioned wicker outdoor sofa next to Jim.

“That’s nice,” said Bob, slightly annoyed.

“Oh come on, don’t be so uptight,” laughed Susie opening a beer for herself. “It’s not as though Jim’s never seen my body.”

“Yeah, like that time in Rehobeth at the outdoor shower,” said Jim looking at her lasciviously.

“Yeah, that was awkward,” laughed Susie looking at Jim fondly.

“Wait, what?” asked Bob, sitting up to attention.

“You know, that time we all stayed at Gerry’s beach house in Rehoboth Beach and Jim walked in on me in the outdoor shower,” said Susie.

“I never heard about this,” complained Bob, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“Oh I’m sure we told you about that before, you just aren’t remembering,” said Susie furrowing her brows at her husband and leaning back against JIm on the couch.

“It wasn’t my fault!” chimed in Jim. “I mean, who takes off their bathing suit in those things? They are just for rinsing off the salt water.”

“So you were totally naked?” asked Bob queasily.

“Yepper,” said Susie with a devilish smile. “He saw everything I have to offer.”

“You’re a lucky man, my friend,” said Jim eyeing Susie’s boobs lecherously.

“Ok, yeah, let’s change the subject, shall we?” said Bob testily. He was sure that Susie never told him about that shower incident and he started to wonder what else she might have neglected to tell him.

“Moving on, how is Amber doing, Jim?” asked Susie, turning to look at Jim impishly.

When he saw Jim’s reaction, Bob broke out laughing in spite of his annoyance with his wife.

“Don’t start with that. We are through, I told you,” said Jim uncomfortably. He took a drink of beer and looked out across the lawn.

“What’s the matter, weren’t you giving her enough… good luvin’?” teased Susie, poking Jim in the ribs. “Is that why she had to go looking for someone to keep her warm at night?”

“Oh, you bitch,” yelped Jim with an indignant laugh. “You’ll pay for saying that.” Jim grabbed Susie and they struggled playfully on the couch for a moment.

“Bob, help!” Susie shrieked as Jim tickled her.

“You probably deserve it,” said Bob, amused but a little wary. It looked like Jim might have “accidentally” grabbed Susie’s boob once or twice.

Jim finally managed to pull Susie down and put her over his knees with her rump in the air.

“That’s it, you are getting a spanking now, young lady,” said JIm. His face was flushed from the exertion and the alcohol.

“Oh no, Bob, make him stop,” said Susie, gasping with laughter.

“Let her go, Jim,” said Bob with resignation.

“Come on, man. You heard what she said. She was questioning my manhood there,” complained Jim, holding the struggling Susie down on his lap. “I mean Amber and I just broke up and she is already rubbing salt in the wound.”

“Well, that’s true…” said Bob judiciously, taking a sip of beer.

“Noo!” shouted Susie. “Come on, I was just kid-ding.”

“Quiet down, you,” said Jim, giving her a slap on her soft round ass.

“I can’t believe you are letting Jim put me over his knee and spank me like this, Bob,” giggled Susie.

Bob noticed that she seemed to be enjoying herself more than was appropriate. He was also surprised to find that the sight of his old friend spanking his wife was making him slightly aroused.

Jim rested a hand on Susie’s rear and rubbed it slightly before giving her another, slightly sharper spank.

“Hey, that hurt,” purred Susie. She had stopped struggling and was clearly warming up to this little game. “It’s not my fault that you didn’t fuck your ex-girlfriend enough,” she said, wiggling her ass in anticipation.

“Oh, you want to play it like that, huh?” said Jim giving her a few more spanks in rapid succession.

Susie just laughed and rocked side to side slightly, but made no further effort to escape. Bob was embarrassed to notice that his penis was growing stiff at the sight of his buxom wife thrown over the lap of good buddy with her nice round ass in the air.

“You think you’re a big man?” teased Susie. “Spanking a poor helpless wife while her husband just sits there doing nothing?” Susie shot Bob a wicked smile.

Bob’s stomach felt cold and his cock stiffened at his wife’s flirting. He was torn between jealousy and curiosity, but he decided to play along. So he gulped some beer and replied, “I’m not doing nothing, I’m drinking my beer and watching.”

“Pssh, no wonder Jim can’t keep a woman. A real man would have pulled my shorts down and given me a proper bare-bottomed spanking,” said Susie with a twinkle in her eye.

“You think so, do you?” demanded Jim nervously, shooting his friend a guilty look. “Bob, I can’t have your wife questioning my manhood like this. I’m going to need to discipline her.”

“Ahh, Jeez, I don’t know,” muttered Bob half to himself. He was aroused by the situation but the jealousy was starting to twist his gut and he hesitated to let the flirting go any farther.

“See, you ask permission instead of just forging boldly ahead,” said Susie, unsnapping and unzipping her shorts as she lay over Jim’s lap. “You need someone to teach you how to be assertive.”

“Oh, that’s it, I’m sorry, Bob, but she is going to get it,” laughed Jim angrily, his face deep red as he grabbed Susie’s cutoffs and yanked them down to her knees, exposing her panties, barely covering her soft white buttocks. She made a show of struggling, but Bob noticed that she didn’t put up any real resistance. “And you don’t get to keep your panties on either!” exclaimed Jim, casting Bob a quick glance of trepidation before yanking his wife’s panties down.

“Uh, that’s a bit much, now, guys,” said Bob, but his voice caught in his throat. The sight of his wife’s bare ass waiting to get spanked by his friend had him frozen in fascination. His heart was racing and the blood was pounding in his ears.

Jim and Susie just ignored Bob’s comment. She looked over her shoulder and exchanged a smoldering look with Jim as she wiggled her ass again, challenging him to spank her.

Jim looked down and contemplated Susie’s beautiful round rear for a moment before slapping it playfully. Susie gasped in response and Bob noticed that her cheeks were flushed with excitement and her hair was a mess.

“I hardly felt that,” she said softly looking up at Jim pleadingly.

“How about this?” asked Jim giving her a solid whack on the rump that left a red mark on her pale flesh.

Susie yelped in spite of herself, but she gritted her teeth and said, “Nope!”

Jim cast a furtive glance at Bob as he laid a hand on Susie’s ass and rubbed it softly for a moment. Then he looked down again at Susie as he slipped his hand down between her thighs and prodded her vagina gently with his finger.

“You feel that?” he asked her softly.

Susie gasped with pleasure and looked over at her husband guiltily. “Uh, yeah, I felt that. Maybe I was wrong about you. It takes some balls to finger a wife in front of her husband like that.”

“Yeah, Jesus, Jim. Cut the shit, will you?” stammered Bob. He was flustered and didn’t know how to react.

“Yeah, uh, sorry about this Bob,” said Jim with chagrin. “But she was really questioning my manhood there.” He kept rubbing the soft, tender skin of Susie’s inner thighs as he talked. Then he moved his hand up and stroked her outer labia for a moment. He could feel moisture there, so he thrust an exploratory tip of his finger between her vaginal lips. Susie’s vagina was slick and wet inside and Jim’s probing elicited a moan of pleasure from her.

Bob gripped his throbbing, stiff erection unconsciously as he watched. “Hey! Am I supposed to just sit here watching, while you prove to my wife what a real man you are?” he asked helplessly.

“I don’t know what you should do,” admitted Jim as he started working a finger in and out of Susie’s hot, tight, vagina.

Meanwhile, Susie reached up and gripped the bulge in Jim’s pants. “My god, you are hard as a rock,” she moaned breathily.

Jim withdrew his finger from Susie and pulled her shorts the rest of the way off. The sound of crickets chirping filled the soft summer night as Bob watched his wife slide bare legged and bare assed off of his buddy Jim’s lap to knee expectantly before him.

“Unzip my pants,” Jim commanded Susie.

“What about my husband?” she asked, casting a look of concern back over her shoulder at Bob.

“Well, I guess he’s going to watch this time,” sighed Jim with resignation.

“This time?” yelped Bob with indignation. “What are you talking about?”

“Honey, let’s not dwell on the past,” said Susie soothingly as she unzipped Jim’s pants and extracted his stiff member. “What’s done is done, let’s live in the moment,” she continued as she stroked Jim’s hard penis.

“Suck it,” said Jim simply and Susie complied immediately, pushing her hair back from her face and turning slightly so that she could look at her husband as she slid the purple head of Jim’s swollen phallus between her lips.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” said Bob in a daze watching his wife perform felatio on his buddy. He realized that his mouth was bone dry and he took a satisfying gulp of cold beer to quench his thirst. “How long have you two been cheating on me like this?”

Bob grunted with satisfaction as Susie slurped heartily on his manhood. “Ah, it’s not really cheating exactly,” he said lamely. “Maybe we fooled around a little here and there. You know we were sort of friends with benefits before you and she met…”

“What?” said Bob in shock, stunned to be hearing these revelations while he watched his wife go down on his old friend out the in the backyard like this. “What about marriage vows?” But he feels silly trying to invoke those vows seriously after joking about them before.

“Oh come on,” coaxed Susie with a smile after pulling Jim’s cock from her mouth. “This is us we are talking about. We’ve all known each other for years. We are practically family. Can you really make a big deal out of this?”

“Lay down on you back,” demanded Jim urgently.

“Hold on a second, dear,” Susie said to Bob as she casually stripped off her halter top and laid back down in the cool grass spreading her legs in anticipation. Her pale skin glowed slightly in the moonlight as she lay there nude in all her sensual glory.

Bob admired his wife’s gorgeous body for a moment. He gazed with anxious appreciation at her dark bush, lewdly spread wide for Jim. Then looked over at the neighbor’s house nervously. The light was on in the Smith’s kitchen, which had a clear view right down into Bob’s backyard.

“Fuck you guys, what if someone see you?” he asked nervously.

“Well, if that’s all you’ve worried about, I’m just going to go ahead and fuck her then,” laughed Jim, shedding his pants and climbing on top of Bob’s waiting wife.

“This is so weird,” said Bob, shaking his head as he unzipped his own pants and started jerking himself off, casting a tense glance over at the Smith residence.

“Are you going to jerk off while you watch?” cackled Susie in delight. “That is so kinky! I love that you are being such a good sport about this.” She looked over at her husband lovingly. Then Jim pushed the head of his prick into her and she gasped with pleasure, quickly returning her attention back to her friend with benefits.

Bob looked on in fascination, masturbating himself while his friend Jim fucked his wife missionary-style in the grass. They made loud noises of lust but Bob was too engrossed in pleasuring himself to notice when Mr. Smith pushed through the low hedge that separateed the two properties and walked over to join them.

“What the living hell is going on here?” blurted the elderly Mr. Smith in bewilderment, wearing his signature plaid shorts and faded US Army t-shirt.

“Oh, hi, Mr. Smith,” said Susie cheerily, looking over at him from beneath Jim as he shagged her, his balls slapping her ass vigorously.

“Oh fuck! Mr. Smith!” exclaimed Bob in mortification, struggling to put his cock away.

“What is going on over there, Harold?” calls Mrs. Smith from their backyard.

“Stay over there, Martha. I’m handling this,” commanded Mr. Smith gruffly. He looks down in disbelief at the tableau before him struggling to understand what was going on.

Jim noticed the new arrival and stopped fucking Bob’s wife. He pulls out of her and looked up at Mr. Smith in surprise and embarrassment with his stiff cock hovering over Susie’s belly, still slick with her juices. She reached down and yanked on Jim’s scrotum playfully and he gasped in ecstasy. The tug pushed him over the edge and he started spurting load after load of semen all over her stomach and large breasts.

Bob noticed Smith looking at Susie’s naked body as she lay there drenched in cum and he saw Smith’s expression change from perplexity to amusement and maybe even arousal.

“My God, Susie, what are you doing, getting plugged by a man who isn’t your husband in the backyard?” Then he gestured over at Bob with a wicked smile. “While your hubby looks on no less?”

“Sorry, were we making too much noise?” she asked sweetly, propping herself up on her elbows as Jim climbed off of her clumsily. Bob noticed that she made no effort to hide her nakedness and might have even shook her shoulders slightly to get her boobs shaking.

Mr. Smith stood looking down at Bob’s sperm-soaked wife for a moment before answering. He ran his eyes up and down her body from her shapely legs still spread wide, over the dark patch of her pubic hair, and then up to her large generous boobs with her pink nipples pertly erect.

“Mr. Smith?” asked Susie again, with a little smile. “Are you enjoying the view?”

Smith looked over at Bob with a strange smile and wiped his brow with his handkerchief. “What was I saying, son? I got distracted. Oh yes. Your wife has a fine figure, I will give you that,” he said to Bob. “I wouldn’t share her if I was you.” He looked back at Susie who just lounged there unselfconsciously in the nude. “I guess this is a different era than the one I came from,” he said distractedly as he gazes at Susie’s lovely pale orbs and pink nipples.

“What can we do for you, Mr. Smith?” prompted Susie with a suggestive smile.

“Uh, right. Well, it’s a free country and all, but I would be obliged if you folks would, uh, keep it down a little when you are having your fun in yard.” Smith looked at Jim with annoyance as he struggled to back into his jeans. “You know if my wife had come over here, you would have given her a heart attack.”

“Well I won’t tell her how much you seem to be enjoying the sight of my naked body, don’t worry,” teased Susie with a laugh.

Smith broke out laughing at this, but didn’t stop admiring Susie’s body. “You are a bad girl. That’s for sure. I don’t know, get a tent or something if you must make hoo-ha in the yard though. It would be more neighborly.” Then he turned and gave Bob a strange look. “Bob, come and see me tomorrow, boy. You need a talking to, I think.” Then he waved vaguely and turned to trudge back to his house, shaking his head in bemusement.

Susie broke out laughing. “Wow, that was so fucked up. Old man Smith really got an eyeful of my bod. I think he was hot for me.” She jumped excitedly to her feet and rushed over to Bob, boobs bouncing as she grabbed her husband by the hand. “Come on, honey. I will go rinse Jim’s spooge off myself and then I need you to fuck me more. He stopped before I could cum.”

“Can I watch?” asked Jim lecherously.

“Sure, hang out if you want to,” said Susie shooting Bob a sly glance. “Maybe you can slip it to me again later if you can get it up again.”
“That’s nice,” said Bob sarcastically, but he let his wife lead him back into the house by the hand. Jim slapped him on the shoulder good naturedly and Bob looked at him sheepishly.

“I don’t know how I’m going to deal with this wife-sharing business on an emotional level,” admitted Bob aloud as he and Jim waited in the bedroom for Susie to return from the bathroom.

“Maybe Mr. Smith will have some good advice for you,” joked Jim gently.

Just then Susie returned, naked as could be, pink and clean from a quick shower. She strode over pushed Bob back on the bed aggressively. “Maybe Smith isn’t going to offer advice at all,” she said pulling Bob’s pants off. “Maybe he wants to ask if he can get a crack at me himself… maybe you should let him!” she exclaimed with a laugh as she put her husband’s cock in her mouth.

Bob couldn’t tell if she was kidding or not, but lust quickly pushed all thoughts from his mind as his wife gave him the most intense blowjob of his life.

 

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

New Cuckold Erotica Collection: Wicked Wife Mischief

I have a new collection of hot cuckold erotica out now:

Wicked Wife Mischief
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Monogamy feels constraining to some couples. The wives in this anthology are eager for other men to plant their seed deep inside them. The husbands dragged along on these wild rides struggle with the swirling confusion of jealousy, betrayal, and arousal. After a wild ride, these rambunctious couples emerge exhausted, liberated, and thoroughly satiated. Gustav Jorgenson returns with his signature style of classy suburban cuckoldry, with tales ranging from kinky home improvement arrangements to scenic tours of Northern California’s clothing optional hot springs. A fun romp of debauchery, transgression, and unshackled sexuality.