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Stranger Puts Lotion on Wife

By Gustav Jorgenson

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Bob and Sara were on vacation in Florida with their friends Rich and Diane. The two married couples were staying at a nice resort and spent a lot of time down by the pool. One day Sara tore her modest one-piece bathing suit and had to go purchase a new one at the hotel store. Diane accompanied her and tried to talk her into getting a bikini instead of another one-piece.

“Oh, Diane, I couldn’t wear that bikini,” laughed Sara, blushing deeply. “I would be embarrassed.”

“What have you got to be embarrassed about?” replied Diane frankly. “You have a terrific body.”

“Why thank you, dear,” said Sara modestly. “But what would Bob say?”

“He’ll probably say ‘Hubba, hubba,’ or something like that,” exclaimed Diane with a grin.

“Ok, I will be daring and get the bikini,” consented Sara.

When Sara came out to the pool wearing her new bikini, she noticed a lot of the men turning to look at her. She fought the urge to cover her large jiggling breasts with her hands and she summoned the nerve to straighten her shoulders as she strode over to where the gang was waiting for her.

“Sweet Jesus,” exclaimed Bob in shock when he saw how much skin his wife was showing. “What made you get that bathing suit?”

“Don’t you like it?” asked Sara coyly.

“I sure do,” chimed in Rich, running his eyes up and down Sara’s shapely figure. Then he yelped as his wife Diane punched him playfully.

“Yeah, all the guys at the pool are going to enjoy getting an eyeful of you in that bikini,” agreed Bob, looking his wife’s gorgeous figure over judiciously. He had to admit that he had come to take his wife for granted and sometimes forgot what an amazing body she still had after all these years.

A cocktail waitress came along and took their orders and conversation moved on, but Bob noticed men gawking at his wife as they went by. It made him slightly jealous, but a little proud as well that his wife was garnering so much attention. At one point a young black guy came over and sat next to Sara as she was sunning herself.

“You are very pale,” said the young man boldly. “You should put on some sun block.”

Sara looked over at her husband with a laugh. “Thank you for your concern, but I put some sun block on already,” she said primly.

“Yes, but what about your back?” asked the dark young man with an arched brow. “Here, let me put some on for you.”

“How old are you?” asked Sara with a smile, taken aback by this flirtatious young fellow.

“I’m 23, why?” he asked defensively, straightening up.

“I’m old enough to be your mother and my husband is sitting right here,” said Sara condescendingly. Bob smiled on queue and waved at the young man while Rich and Diane looked on and giggled.

The young man looked at Bob with trepidation and then gulped and got his nerve up. “You are too pale to be MY mother,” he said gruffly. “Besides, you still need sunblock on your back, and I think you should let me help you.” He opened a bottle of lotion and squirted some into his palm, avoiding Bob’s gaze of frank surprise.

“You’re very helpful aren’t you?” purred Diane, admiring the young fellow’s chutzpah.

“I like to think so, miss,” said the interloper pushing his tongue into his cheek and carefully avoiding Bob and Rich’s looks of amazement.

“Alright, young man,” agreed Sara with a chuckle. “Since you seem so concerned about the health of my skin…” She flipped over on her stomach and turned to face her husband, giving him a mischievous smile.

“Here, let me untie this,” said the young fellow shakily as he unfastened Sara’s bikini top and laid the ties aside.

Sara gasped in surprise and Diane and Rich broke out laughing.

“You’ve got some big balls, don’t you?” demanded Bob angrily.

“I couldn’t say, sir,” said the young stranger, keeping his head down as he applied lotion to Sara’s back. “I haven’t done a survey.” Rich and Diane laughed at the sassy comeback and Bob just watched in amazement as the bold ruffian squirted more lotion onto the back of his wife’s thighs. She cooed in surprise as he slipped his hand between her thighs working the lotion in.

“Oh my,” breathed Sara, trying to control her arousal. “You are quite thorough, aren’t you?”

“Am I?” he asked her innocently as he wedged his hand up against her crotch. Sara nearly jumped in surprise and hoped he couldn’t feel how wet she was getting.

“Watch yourself, that’s my wife,” croaked Bob indignantly.

“What’s the problem?” asked the bold interloper as he ground his fingers against Sara’s crotch. He had found the small bump of her clitoris and she gasped with pleasure in spite of herself.

“Take your hands off my wife, please,” said Bob tightly, annoyed to find that his penis was stiffening at the sight of this stranger feeling up his wife.

“I’m just putting lotion on her,” yelped the dusky fellow pulling his hands away hastily.

“Look at her cheeks, she’s as flushed a teenager on her first date!” exclaimed Diane. She and Rich broke out laughing.

“Oh my gosh, am I turning red?” asked Sara. “My face does feel warm. “ She leaned up onto her elbows to put her hands to her cheeks, forgetting that her top was undone and her generous bosom hung down invitingly.

“Honey, your boobs are showing,” admonished Bob. He glanced over and noticed that Rich was checking out his wife’s breasts. “Geez Rich, can’t you look the other way?” he demanded in exasperation.

“Oh don’t be a spoil sport, I’m just looking,” said Rich with a laugh of chagrin.

“You don’t want those getting sunburned,” said the feisty black youth as he deftly slipped both hands beneath Sara and cupped a breast in each hand, kneading lotion onto them.

Sara was too taken aback to react and just laughed hysterically as the aggressive guy felt her up.

Bob jumped from his pool chair in outrage, “Cut the shit!” he shouted. His outburst silenced everyone at the pool. Bob looked around with mortification as people all around ceased their conversations and stared at the black youth juggling Sara’s knockers while Bob stood by impotently.

“Uh, sorry,” said the aspiring romeo, pulling his hands away. Suddenly becoming the center of attention drained his confidence away. Sara clasped her top to herself and frantically tried to tie it up.

The previously bold young man stood up quickly and backed away from Bob holding his hands out. “Hey man, take it easy,” he said as Bob shot daggers at him with his eyes. “I was just fooling around.” Then he turned and walked rapidly back into the hotel.

All eyes turned back to Sara as she fumbled to cover herself and Diane rushed to her rescue, helping her friend get her breasts back inside her top and then tying it up properly.

“Let’s go for a walk, dear,” encouraged Diane and she ushered Sara back into the hotel as well. Sara’s face burned with shame as folks around the pool tittered and exchanged scandalized whispers.

Bob looked around helplessly and then meekly returned to his seat as Rich chuckled humorlessly.

“Well, that happened,” said Rich awkwardly. “Maybe we should head in to the bar and get another drink inside. It’s a bit warm out here.”

“Yeah, OK,” said Bob. He couldn’t get the image of this young stranger feeling up his wife in public like that and it disturbed him how arousing the idea was in hindsight.

He and Rich climbed stiffly to their feet and shuffled inside as everyone stared at them and murmured amongst themselves.

“That’s the husband on the left,” said one woman to her friend, pointing rudely at Bob.

The two friends were relieved to get inside the air conditioned lobby of the resort. They looked around but didn’t see their wives anywhere. They didn’t see the black Casanova around either.

“They probably went back to the room to recover,” said Rich. “Let’s get a drink.” He led his pal into a nearby lounge and ordered them more drinks.

“I should have punched that damn guy right in the mouth,” muttered Bob as they sat at the bar.

“Now, now, Bob, take it easy,” said Rich soothingly. “He was a brash fellow for sure, but you should be flattered that young guys like that are still trying to climb onto your wife. It shows that Sara still has what it takes.”

“Yeah, she’s a real MILF,” said Bob bitterly, taking a drink of gin.

“Well, she is,” laughed Rich. “Just don’t let her wear that bikini to the pool anymore. Get her a proper one piece bathing suit.”

“Yeah, sure,” said Bob staring dejectedly at the bar.

Just then an overweight guy about their age approached Rich and Bob. “That was your wife getting felt up out there, huh?” said the man soberly.

“I’d rather not talk about it,” said Bob looking up and glaring at the newcomer.

“Hey, I don’t blame you,” said the chubby man, holding up his hands defensively. “That young buck was really going to town on her ta-ta’s.”

“Why are you talking to us?” asked Rich coldly.

“Because he did the same thing to my wife last week,” answered the stranger matter-of-factly. “Well my wife denies that he groped her boobs like that. I wasn’t around at the time. But she told me that this guy came up to her and put lotion on her. She admitted that he got her hot and bothered and so she told him to lay off. He did, but then he gave her an extra key to his room and told her to come up and hang out with him.” The portly fellow held up a hotel card key.

“How did you get that?” asked Rich with interest.

“She chickened out and came clean to me,” admitted the fat man. “I don’t really blame the young guy, you know these black men have poor impulse control… especially when it comes to sex.”

“Keep your racist theories to yourself,” snapped Bob with annoyance and the stranger just shrugged in response.

“Well thanks for telling us all this, it was very informative,” said Rich, gesturing politely for the man to leave.

“Don’t you want the key?” asked the man with a hurt expression. “I’m trying to do you a favor.”

“Why would I want the key?” asked Bob with trepidation, his blood starting to run cold at the idea.

“Well, fellas, I happened to have seen both your wives meet up with that young stud in the lobby and head off to the elevators with him,” said the plump vacationer sadly. Then he simply placed the card key on the bar, turned, and walked away, shaking his head and muttering to himself as he went.

Bob and Rich stared at each other in disbelief for a moment.

“I will just call up to our suite and check on the girls,” said Rich hastily, pulling out his phone. Bob watching with a sinking stomach as Rich listened to his phone for ring after ring. After a few minutes, he shook his head.

“Let me try our room,” stammered Bob nervously, fishing out his own phone, but there was no answer at his room either.

“Well maybe they went out to one of the other patios,” suggested Rich lamely.

“I think we have to go up to this young prick’s room and see what’s what,” said Bob, gripping the key in his hands and looking at the number printed on the envelope.

“But, what if the women aren’t there?” asks Rich, his voice cracking with anxiety.

“Then I will just warn that punk to stay away from my woman,” said Bob through gritted teeth.

The two head headed off resolutely and said nothing during the elevator ride, each struggling with their own private fears.

When they found the room, there was a distinct smell of marijuana emanating from it and they could hear muffled laughter and the sound of Bob Marley blaring loudly.

“Shouldn’t we knock?” asked Rich shakily.

Bob just pressed his lips firmly together and opened the door with the key. It was a normal room, not a suite, and the smell of pot smoke was overpowering as they stood in the short hallway by the bathroom. The two men heard giggling from the bedroom, but the loud reggae masked their entrance. They strode forward and their worst fears were immediately realized. Sara, Diane, and the young black man were all stark naked in the middle of the bed. Sara was sucking his penis lustily while Diane tried to lick his balls from below and they were all laughing at how difficult it was for her to get at them. In spite of his deep shock at seeing his wife cheating on him with another man, Bob couldn’t help but notice how sexy Diane looked spread naked on the bed with her bare round ass pointed at him.

“Holy shit,” gasped Rich as he watched his wife finally manage to slurp one black testicle into her mouth.

Diane looked over in shock and nearly choked. Then Sara and the black guy saw the two husbands and Sara coughed up the big black cock she was sucking.

“It’s not what it seems, Bob,” shrieked Sara frantically as she held the dark glistening phallus in her hand.

“Not what it seems?! What, are you giving him CPR or something?” scoffed Bob indignantly.

“Oh man, thanks for barging into my room uninvited,” complained the young man. “How did you get that key?”

“None of your business,” snapped Bob angrily.

“Ok, well, you might as well let us finish at this point,” replied the naked fellow. He looked down at the two middle-aged, suburban wives spread lusciously nude before him and thrust his cock back into Sara’s open mouth. “Here, keep sucking, Sara, You don’t want me to end up with blue balls, do you?”

Sara obediently took the penis into her mouth and resumed sucking it. She was torn emotionally, glancing submissively up at her new lover one moment and then shooting her husband a guilty look with another man’s dick seated firmly between her lips.

“What do you say, Rich?” asked Diane sheepishly, idly rubbing the dark nuts in her hand.

“What are you asking, you want me to stand here and watch you fuck this guy?” asked Rich in surprise. “That’s pretty kinky, isn’t it?”

“Maybe you could jerk off or something,” suggested Diane hesitantly as she gently tugged on her young Lothario’s nutsack.

“Wow,” said Rich thinking it over.

“You can’t seriously be consider that, Rich?” demanded Bob in frustration.

“Whip your junk out Rich,” encouraged the cheeky interloper. “The more the merrier. Diane, can you get back to sucking my balls now please?”

“Oh yes, sir!” said Diane with a surprised laugh. Then she wedged herself under Sara and dutifully licked his scrotum.

“Oh shit,” said Rich, sweat breaking out on his forehead. “This is just wrong.” But he unzipped his fly nonetheless and started jerking off as he watched the two wives lick and suck this stranger’s gonads.

“Rich, what the hell?” cried Bob helplessly.

“I don’t know, Bob,” mumbled Rich, never taking his eyes off of the two wives as they services their young lover. “I guess our love life has dwindled down over the years. Seeing Diane go at this kid’s balls is really turning me on. I must have started thinking of her as more of a mom than a lover at some point, and this reminds me that she’s…”

“She’s what? A cheating slut?” commented Bob sarcastically.

“Don’t be like that Bob,” purred Diane in response. She shifted position on the bed and ended up with her ass in the air pointed directly at Bob.

He gazed down at her round white ass with her swollen labia poking between her milky thighs and his cock jumped to attention. He gripped himself unconsciously at the sight.

“Honey, are you checking out Diane’s ass?” giggled Sara, removing the young man’s penis from her mouth, but continuing to stroke it while she turned to face her husband with a wicked grin.

“No, I mean, well, yes, but you are in no position to criticize,” stammered Bob, his face burning hotly with shame and arousal.

“Oh, I know. You caught me naked as a jaybird and sucking a stiff cock,” she laughs, giving the cock in her hand an extra tug for emphasis. “But I didn’t think it would play out like this.”

“Here, look out Diane,” demanded the young man suddenly. “I am going to fuck Sara from behind now.” He pushed Diane away gently and forcibly spun Bob’s wife around so that she was facing her husband on her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder at the horny fellow as he positioned himself behind her.

“Aren’t you going to ask first?” she asked him coyly, but then she gasped dramatically as he thrust his large member into her.

“I don’t got to ask, I can feel how wet you are. You ready,” said the dark intruder. Bob noticed that the young guy’s grammar was decaying as he grew more lustful.

“What am I supposed to do?” pouted Diane. “I’m wet now too.”

“I only got one dick,” laughed the dark fellow as he pumped his cock into Bob’s wife, making her boobs sway back and forth. “One of you two fuck her,” he said, motioning to the two husbands.

“Bob, you do it, I saw you looking at Diane’s twat,” said Rich, stroking himself and sweating profusely. “Put your dick in her.”

“Rich, we’ve known each other for years,” said Bob weakly, his dick straining stiffly at the thought of fucking his old friend’s horny wife. He looked at his own wife, she was biting her lip and panting as she got banged from behind and wasn’t paying attention.

“If you’ve got a hardon for me, I’ll take it,” said Diane, looking back at Bob lustily. She reached between her legs and spread her pussy lips for him suggestively.

“Oh jesus,” gasped Bob uncertainly, his erection pitching a tent in his pants.

“Just fuck her for Christ’s sake,” injected Sara, her cheeks bright red. “How can you be a prude about it at this point?” The black man laughed and gripped her hips more firmly so that he could pound her harder and she cried out slightly in passion.

“Ok, ok,” agreed Bob. He hastily unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis.

“Looks good,” said Diane with a smile. “Let’s have it.” She wiggled her ass at him invitingly and that was all the encouragement that Bob needed.

Bob strode forward and sank his member into his wife’s good friend Diane while her husband jerked off madly. She gasped with pleasure as the swollen head of his cock parted the slippery folds of her vagina. Bob groaned with ecstasy at how hot and wet she was. He looked down with admiration as Rich’s wife’s big round ass and ran his hands over her rump as he pumped her from behind.

“Your wife has a great ass,” said Bob to Rich absently.

“It’s good to see you enjoying it,” gasped Rich. “Hold on,” then he rushed over to the bed and thrust his cock into Sara’s face. “Sara, can you suck this for a second, I’m about to cum,” he asked her desperately.

“Certainly, Richard, I don’t mind helping you out,” said Sara, arching her brow at her husband as she took Rich’s dong into her mouth.

Diane laughed at the sight and Bob just increased his efforts fucking her from behind.

“This is so fucked up,” chuckled the young guy. “I never got down with swingers before.”

“We aren’t normally swingers,” explained Rich distractedly with his cock in Sara’s mouth. “Oh shit,” he exclaimed. Sara choked slightly and Rich pulled his meat out and started shooting hot cum all over her face.

“My goodness, Rich. I haven’t seen you cum that much in years,” panted Diane excitedly, fingering her own clitoris as Bob porked her from behind. “That’s hot,” then she put her head down and shuddered. Bob could feel her cumming, her cunt tightening around his shaft and it triggered his own orgasm. He just let loose and spurted load after load deep into Rich’s woman, looking at his own wife’s face, glistening with Rich’s seed.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” shouted the interloper as he playfully slapped Sara’s rear and humped her forcefully.

Bob knew that his wife had a thing for spanking and he watched her face as she was overtaken by her climax. It was fascinating to him because he had never seen his own wife cum from a distance like this. She was very beautiful in the throes of passion. And it was wickedly wrong to see her getting fucked by a young stranger with his good friend’s jizz on her face. Bob had to admit it was a massive turn on.

“Sorry, Bob,” said the black man contritely. “I just blew my load inside your wife.”

“Uh, huh,” responded Bob numbly, deep in the afterglow of his own ejaculation.

The black fellow pulled his dick out of Sara’s cunt and slapped his long, sodden member against her ass playfully.

“Yeah, beat me with that thing,” she laughed. Bob was stung by jealously suddenly to see how fondly she looked back at her new lover.

“Ok, well, this has been an eye-opening experience,” said Rich, stretching fitfully and zipping up his fly. “Let’s head back down to the bar and grab another drink, shall we Bob? The girls probably want to shower first.”

Everyone nodded agreement at that plan.

“Yeah and I might want to stick my cock into them both again real quick before I send them back to you,” said the cheeky young man, making the women titter with excitement.

Bob grimaced at the idea and his stomach churned with jealousy, but Rich just clapped him on the shoulder and led him out of the pot infused hotel room.

“Things will never be the same between us, will they?” asked Bob uncertainly.

“I certainly hope not,” laughed Rich. “I can’t wait to get a crack at your wife’s pussy.”

Bob laughed weakly along, he couldn’t really be mad at his pal after Bob himself had just emptied his load into Diane like that. Maybe this would all work out somehow after all.

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Work Bully Surprises Couple at Nude Baths

By Gustav Jorgenson

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My wife Allison is always planning weekend trips for.  She loves exploring Northern California and is always having to drag me along because I don’t really like to try new things.  I mean, I usually enjoy them once I try them, but I always resist for some reason. I guess I am just stuck in my habits and more comfortable doing familiar things.  So I was more than a little freaked out when Allison suggested visiting one of these clothing optional hot springs where people go out to the country to soak naked in mineral water.

“Oh god, no, Allison, please,” I laughed when my wife showed me the Wilbur Springs website.  “I need to relax. That jerk Erickson has been riding me all week. I don’t want to have to get naked around a bunch of strangers.  That’ll just stress me out.”

“You don’t have to get naked, look at this customer testimonial,” coaxed Allison.  She grinned at me as she wriggled with excitement next to me on the couch while we browsed the site on her laptop.  “People feel perfectly comfortable wearing swimsuits. Come on, I think this will be fun. Look, it says that they have Lithium in the water and it makes people relaxed.”

“Yeah, no wonder people feel comfortable enough to get nude around people they don’t know,” I muttered.

“Seriously, I think that’s part of it,” agreed my wife.   “Anyway, I booked the trip already, so you don’t have a choice.  I’m just going to make you do a new thing against your will and you will love it like you always do.”  Allison’s eyes were shining and she had a huge smile on her face. I couldn’t say no to my wife when she was in such high spirits.  So I went off back to my easy chair grumbling to myself.

“Other guys are going to look at you,” I said.

“Oh, well, let them look,” said Allison breezily.  “I’m not ashamed of my body. I’m still in good shape.”  She patted her belly to demonstrate. “See. Nice and flat still.  That’s why I work out. No wonder you are embarrassed to strip in public with your pot belly.”  My wife jumped up playfully and came to poke me in the belly.

“Ah, shit, I’m always working.  I don’t have time to work out,” I complained.  I pushed my wife away as she tried to tickle me.  “I can barely keep up with Erickson as it is. Our boss just made him team lead and put him above me.”

“I know, dear, I know.  All you ever talk about it is that terrible Erickson,” said Allison with a compassionate pout.  “But I’ll bet that once you soak in a lithium pool for a couple of hours, you will forget ALL about that bad nasty man.”

I smiled at my wife sadly and shook my head. 

That Friday, I let my boss know that I needed to take off early to head up to Wilbur Springs and he laughed knowingly which made me feel strange.  We did manage to beat the traffic and once we were out in the country, I really did feel all my cares and worries draining away. We passed fields with cows and rolling green hills.  The sky was blue and the weather was fine. I gave a sigh of relief and my wife patted my knee affectionately as we drove along through the idyllic scenery.

The resort itself was incredibly isolated.  There was no cell reception within 30 minutes of the place and the lodge and room were very basic.  No TV, no wifi. Just a simple, clean rustic place.  

“So you get a digital detox too!  That’s great,” enthused my wife. “You need to get off that phone once in awhile.”

“Yeah, great!” I said sarcastically.  I really was an internet addict, so I wondered how well I would handle being forced to go cold turkey from constant info-stimulation.

Allison and I took a hike around the grounds and enjoyed the natural beauty of the place for a while before checking out the springs.  They had one area that was designated a silent area with a roof over some pools they called “flumes”, and Allison wanted to try that one first. She and I both wore our swimsuits but we were the only visitors who did, and I actually felt a little strange about it.  I guess I had been picturing a scene with a lot of sexy younger people with perfect bodies, but I was put at ease by all the other people our age, in their forties and even older. Everyone was just as out of shape as I was, but no one seemed to mind. Guys walked around flaunting tiny penises hanging down without a care in the world.  Women with pot bellies and saggy breasts just smiled politely as we passed. It made me feel less uptight.

But once I got into the lithium water was when I really loosened up.  The effect was subtle at first, but after about a half hour, there was no denying it.  My anxieties had completely disappeared. We took a break in the cold pool outside and Allison was simply radiant.

“Omigosh, this is even better than I expected,” gushed my wife.  “I feel as though I don’t have a care in the world.” She looked around at the other nude bathers and then slipped the bathing suit straps off of her shoulders and wriggled out of it her  modest black one-piece suit. I was feeling so mellow that when her big boobs came popping out, I just laughed. Of course no one paid any attention, though I do think I saw a few men glancing at my wife’s naked form now and then before looking away hastily.  She did look good. Her big white boobs were very pert still at 42, her belly was still flat and he ass was tight. I felt myself getting an erection as I ogled her figure.

Everything was going wonderfully until we headed back toward the silent flumes and low and behold, who was there by my nemesis, Jim Erickson standing on the deck in his boxer shorts.  The tall, good looking bastard smirked at me as we approached. I glanced around trying to find an escape route, but there was none, so I just sighed and accepted my fate. We would have to say hello.  The lithium was in full effect so I didn’t even feel that nervous really.

“Oh god, here is that asshole Erickson I have been telling you about,” I muttered to my wife as we approached.  I gave him a friendly wave, but Erickson’s eyes were drawn immediately to my wife’s naked body and he never took his eyes off of her.  He immediately sprouted a large gnarly erection which was very visible in his flimsy underwear.

“Jim,” I said in greeting.  “Didn’t expect to see YOU here.”

“Ha, yeah, hello there Seymour.  The boys mentioned that you were coming up here and I thought it sounded like a fun thing to try.  I didn’t have time to pack a swimsuit, but I heard that wouldn’t be a problem,” he gestured down at his boxers in that self-deprecating way that I hated so much about him.  “And who is this gorgeous lady? Don’t worry, I won’t tell your wife I caught you with her.”

Allison laughed at his stupid joke and I noticed that her eyes were fixed on Jim’s huge johnson.  “I AM his wife, silly,” she giggled, holding her hand out to shake. “Allison.”

“Wow, Seymour’s a lucky man,” said Jim smoothly.  He took my wife’s hand in his and held onto it, looking my wife in the eye.  At that moment his cock spasmed and his veiny boner came popping out the flap in the front of his shorts.  My wife’s eyes widened at the sight of his aggressive looking cock. It was bigger than mine and the head was swollen and purple.

“Uh, yeah,” said my wife absently.  She couldn’t take her eyes off of Erickson’s straining dong.  He wagged his eyebrows at me lewdly when he noticed. Normally I would have been mortified, but the lithium gave the effect that this whole thing was happening to someone else, and I just felt a strange tingling in my belly.  “Um, yeah, anyway, Seymour tells me that you are the guy always giving him a hard time,” she said. She pulled her eyes away from Erickson’s penis and gave him a teasing frown.

“Ha, ha, that’s true about me.  I do give people a HARD time,” laughed Erickson.  He still hadn’t released my wife’s hand and his cock started bobbing up and down menacingly.  “I drive it in real hard.”

“Oh I bet you do,” breathed my wife as she watched his bouncing cock with interest.

“Um, phrasing?” I said.  I should have been upset to see my wife flirting with my nemesis, but somehow with the lithium, it was just giving me an erection.

“I know it’s naughty to joke about that in front of you, but he is just so feisty, honey,” laughed my wife, pointing at Erickson’s eager cock.

“Yeah, that’s…nice,” I said.  I rubbed my head in confusion.

“I think it’s making your husband nervous how interested in my dick you seem,” Erickson said.  He gave me a cruel smile and I felt a bit of annoyance pushing it’s way up through the lithium haze.

“I know it’s terrible of me to say it,” giggled Allison.  “But maybe Jimmy acts like such a big dick at work because his dick, is like, literally so big.”

Erickson laughed as he pulled his boxers off and stood nude facing my own naked wife.   I could almost sense the animal magnetism drawing them together as they eyed others naked bodies up and down.

“Come on, let’s go get back in the water,” I said.  I grabbed my wife’s arm and pulled her away from Erickson.  She gazed longingly over her shoulder back at his big cock, standing stiffly at attention.

“Oh, well then, I will join you,” he said and followed after us.

“Uh, well,” I said.  I wasn’t sure what else I could do.

Erickson followed us so closely that he poked my wife right in the butt with his hardon.

Allison yelped and I gave a cry of dismay, but we were shushed by an old japanese woman.

“This is the silent area!”  she scolded. “No yelling!”

“Yeah, quiet down you two,” whispered Erickson.  He had my wife by her hips and was jamming his cock right between her butt cheeks from behind.  She moaned with pleasure and leaned back against him until I yanked her away, eliciting a pout. I want to scold her, but the Japanese woman gave me a dirty look.  I passed the dirty look right back at Erickson, but he just shrugged and fingered the head of his glistening cock.

I lead my wife to the hottest flume and helped her in.

“He poked me in the bum with his thing,” she whispered to me with a sly grin.  “I liked it!”

“I’m sorry, you must really remain silent.  Totally silent here!” shouted the Japanese woman in frustration.  A couple of other people hissed at her in return. 

My wife and I shrank down in the water to hide from their censure as Erickson swaggered over confidently.  His big dick was swinging side to side like a billy club. He joined us in the flume and heaved a big sigh of relaxation.  I was relieved that he kept quiet and behaved himself and we all just sat soaking in the lithium water for a while. My anxiety about Allison’s flirtation with Erickson subsided.  I started to find it sort of funny what my wife said about his big dick. Maybe guys with bigger cocks did act ruder because they didn’t need to be nice to impress the ladies, they just needed to whip out their giant schlongs.  The thought made me chuckle to myself.

Allison patted my thigh under the water, which made my dick hard, which she noticed, so she grabbed onto it and started tugging my cock under the water while smiling at Erickson.

“I see what you are doing,” he hissed quietly.  “You should grab MINE if you want a REAL handful.”

“I would need BOTH hands for yours,” giggled my wife.

A naked elderly man with grey chest hair and pubic hair sauntered over and bent down near us.  “Sorry folks, I know you are having fun and all, but why don’t you go out to the other pool if you want to talk?  These flumes are for more of a meditation experience.” He winked at my wife for some reason and got up creakily and wandered off.

“Ok, come on,” Erickson said and he stood up and poked my wife right in the nose with the head of his dripping dong.   He was STILL hard somehow. He must have been really horny for my wife.

Allison grabbed his dick impulsively.  “Hey mister! Watch it with this thing, you could hurt somebody,” she purred, giving his rod a playful tug.

“Uh, honey, stop that, will you?” I asked.  My own pickle stood at attention as I watched my wife handling my rivals’ cock so carelessly.

“Oops, sorry, honey,” she said, releasing Erickson’s fat cock with a look of regret.  My heart was beating faster but somehow the lithium made it all seem sort of OK. Sure, my wife just grabbed another man’s cock.  A man who happened to be my nemesis at work. Oh well. No big deal really. 

We climbed out of the flume and went outside to the cooler pools.  The cool air felt good and it made Allison’s nipples nice and hard which Erickson noticed as well.  His boner just wouldn’t quit as he eyed my wife’s nubby areola.   

“Here, give me a hug before we get into the pool,” Erickson told my wife.  He grabbed her by the hand but she resisted coyly, drawing back from him.

“I wouldn’t mind giving you a friendly hug, but you would poke me with that big boner of yours,” she teased, pointing at Erickson’s straining cock.  His junk was sopping wet and his nuts hung down grotesquely, dripping water onto the wooden deck.

“Ah, we will find some place to stick it,” he grunted.  He pulled my wife toward him forcefully and she giggled but relented and allowed him to embrace her.  I was watching this all through my lithium haze as he prodded my wife’s cunt with his dong.

“Oh, you are always giving everyone a hard time,” panted my wife as he jammed his stiff rod against her twat.

“Oh, yeah, that’s just how I am,” he moaned.  I watched him gripping my wife’s bare ass cheeks in his hands and I started fingering my boner absently.  I briefly considered pulling my shorts off to jerk off while I watched, but I thought that might be against the rules or something.  It certainly would have been in bad taste.

“If I let you give me a hard time, will you go easier on my husband at work?” she asked Erickson coquettishly.

“Honey!” I complained.  But it was more out of habit, than out of real emotion.  I was suddently fascinated by the idea of Erickson fucking my wife.

“No, sorry, I have to maintain excellence in the workplace.  Seymour is a slacker and I need to stay on top of him,” muttered Erickson.  He was squeezing my wife around her narrow waist and was really trying to push his cock into her but he didn’t have a good angle since he was so much taller than her.

“Hey, I’m a good worker,” I croaked.  Somehow he still managed to ride me even as he was molesting my wife.

“No, you aren’t, and you know it. You need me to teach you how to work your wife properly,” laughed Erickson harshly.  Then he crouched down slightly and thrust his hips upward so that he was penetrating my wife from the front. She gave a cry of passion and clung to his strong arms as he slid the head of his cock right inside her.

“Hey, wait, what are you doing?” I asked.  I gripped my cock firmly as I watched my wife, with her beautiful pale hourglass figure, getting violated by my domineering coworker.  A couple of older men stopped to watch as well, including the old guy who asked us to leave the quiet flumes who I assumed was some sort of manager.

“Oh honey, he’s got the tip inside me,” gasped my wife.  “Naughty man.” But she seemed to be grinding her hips against him urgently as she said that. 

“It’s just the tip,” the big prick assured me with a smirk.

“You folks know how to have fun, alright,” the manager said.  He and some of the other men watching started to get hard as they watched Erickson trying to get his dick deeper into my wife.  “Normally we don’t allow sex out in the public areas, but as long as you are discreet, I guess it’s ok,” said the manager and he started brazenly stroking his cock as he watched my wife getting dicked by my rival.  A couple of the other guys started stroking their penises as well.

“No, that’s not right though,” I said blearily.  Obviously I would have been freaking out a lot more if it weren’t for the soothing effects of the lithium.  I even considered pulling my own shorts down and jerking it since the manager was doing so himself.

“Oh, he’s right, Jimmy.  I’m a married woman, after all,” said my wife as she drew reluctantly away from him.  His boner was practically purple at this point and his glans was shiny with my wife’s juices.

“Ugh, ok, ok,” he groaned.  He gripped his cock and pushed down hard on it,trying to get it under control.   He noticed a massage table nearby on the deck. “Uh, how about I give you a nice massage.”

“Oooh, I would like that,” chirped my wife. And she flung her naked body facedown onto the table expectantly.  

The group of older male onlookers moved to form a circle around the table as Erickson eagerly gripped my wife’s bare butt cheeks and started kneading them.  I glanced at the group of old hippies jerking off as the big dicked Erickson started manhandling my eager wife on the massage table. What a bunch of perverts we were.  I pulled my shorts down in resignation and started pulling on my own pud while I watched.

“This is weird you guys,” I complained weakly as I fondled myself.

“Look Seymour, your wife is very tense and needs a nice hard massage to loosen her up.  It’s so typical that I have to pick up the slack for you, but I don’t mind.” Erickson gripped my wife’s gorgeous bare thighs in his meaty paws and she cooed with pleasure.  Then he slid his rough hands up her silky inner thigh and prodded one brutish finger right into her vagina. She spread her legs to give him easier access and moaned. “See, you obviously don’t finger her enough.”

The guys jerking off around me hummed in satisfaction when they saw this.  “That’s my wife though, you aren’t supposed to,” I stammered helplessly. But I was jerking away the whole time I said it.

“But she likes it, just ask her,” Erickson told me. He was boldly sliding his index finger in and out of her while Allison clung desperately to the cushioned table, wriggling with pleasure.  His finger was slick with her juice.

“No, no,” she panted.  “Seymour is right. This isn’t proper.”

“Ok,” he said.  “How about a back rub then?” He withdrew his digit from my wife’s cunt and showed me how wet it was.

“Yes, that sounds harmless,” agreed my wife.  She was trying to catch her breath from the vigorous fingering he had given her.

Erickson walked around the table, swinging his big erection proudly back and forth.  He wagged his eyebrows at me lewdly.

“You are always swinging your dick around,” I said.  I felt a slight pang of annoyance with the big brute.

“Yep,” he agreed.  We went and stood at the head of the table with his cock inches from the top of my wife’s head.  When he bent over my wife to grip her shoulders, he swung his hips in such a way that his stiff cock came up onto the table and slapped her right in the face.

Allison giggled and turned her head slightly so his veiny shaft lay along her soft white cheek.  “Oh my gosh, look at this thing honey!” she said. “Oh, are you jerking off? So naughty. Here, watch me lick it then.”  And my cute little wife stuck out her small pink tongue and started lapping delicately at Erickson’s meaty shaft.

“Ooooh boy,” I gulped.  It was pretty hot though.

Erickson groaned with pleasure and shifted around so he could get the head of his penis into Allison’s mouth.  She greedily accepted it and started sucking it lustfully, looking me in the eye the whole time. What a slut she was turning out to be.

“Yeah, look at your wife sucking my dick,” grunted Erickson as Allison slurped his dong.  

She wriggled around on her back, and presented her big tits for him to fondle while she cupped his nuts in her hand.   She kept his dick in her mouth the whole time. She is pretty agile. The old men oohed and ahhed as she spread her legs and started fingering her clit.  One old guy got right up and peered between my wife’s legs and I noticed a dribble of cum dripping from his old pud as he tugged it. The sight of my wife’s spread open beaver was too much for him I guess.

“Ok, that’s enough.  Time for me to fuck your wife properly since you obviously have been slacking in that department, Seymour,” said Erickson.  He pulled his cock out of Allison’s mouth with a loud “pop” and she spread her legs wide apart in anticipation as he climbed right up on top of her and dropped his huge dick into my wife’s hot pink snatch.  The table creaked menacingly, but didn’t collapse under his added weight.

“Oh god, Jimmy is so much BIGGER than you, Seymour,” whined my wife.  “I can really feel it!”

The old men chuckled sheepishly at me as I blushed deeply.  It was certainly embarrassing to watch my wife submit to the huge cock of my competitor.  But I was on the verge of cumming, jerking off as I watched, and plus I was still in the midst of a lithium haze, so I shrugged it off.

Allison clung desperately to Erickson’s broad shoulders as he ploughed his dick into her.  His glutes started pumping up and down like a piston and I was afraid the table would collapse under his powerful thrusts.  Allison grunted as each jab of his cock landed home deep inside her womb.

“Work me, Jimmy!” she shouted.  “Work me hard!”

The old Japanese woman from the quiet flumes came out and hissed at my wife.  “Quiet down! We can hear you inside the silent area! Take her inside somewhere and poke her.  She’s too noisy!” But everyone ignored her and she actually stayed and watched with interest as the powerful Erickson had his way with my woman.

I heard that strangled whimper that my wife gives when she is climaxing and saw her shudder as the orgasm hit her, but Erickson just kept pumping away.  The manager and a few other guys shot their loads out on the deck and grinned at me sheepishly as the wandered off. I was on the verge myself.

Erickson turned to give me a cruel sneer as he drove himself deep into my wife.  “I am busting my nut up inside your wife, Seymour. After doing your work for you, once again!”  The boastful prick was lording his conquest over me. And I spurted my own meager load, stimulated by the humiliation.  It was painful, but it made me cum for some reason.

Erickson climbed smoothly off my wife and was gone.  Just like that. Allison leaned up on her elbows and smiled at me guiltily.  “Wow he really does work you hard, doesn’t he?” she asked. “My pussy is going to be sore for a week.”

“Uh, yeah,” I agreed.

We stayed the whole weekend and Erickson pretty much fucked my wife at will the whole time.  In our bed, down by the pools, in the water in the silent flume, wherever. Luckily I was soothed by the constant lithium soaks.  But when we got back to San Francisco and Erickson started inviting himself over to dinner every night and fucking my wife right on the dining room table, well that was a little harder to deal with. I might actually need to get a lithium prescription.

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Wife Grudge Fucked in Courtyard

By Gustav Jorgenson

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I woke up to a dull thudding sound from somewhere outside.  Oh shit. That damn neighbor was at it again. I looked at my clock and saw that it was 9am.  My wife Laura groaned next to me. We both work for ourselves and we like to sleep late. But this one guy in our apartment building insists on loudly banging his garbage bin against the dumpster when he empties it each morning.

Laura jumped out of bed in frustration and ran to the window in the skimpy wifebeater that she wears for pajamas when the weather is warm.  She yanked open the window and and leaned out to shout down to the courtyard where the dumpster sat.

“Can you please not bang your garbage can like that?” she screamed.  “We’ve asked you before about that. We are trying to sleep up here!”

“Shit, put some damn clothes on, you whore,” called back our obnoxious next door neighbor, John.  “Your fucking udders are hanging out!”

My wife looked down to realize that her cleavage was fully exposed by her low cut top as she hung out the window and she reddened as she clutched her hand to her chest.  “That’s so rude! How dare you!”

“Rude and inaccurate,” I told her, leaning up on one elbow as I watched from the bed.  “How any straight man could call those luscious orbs udders is beyond me.”

“You aren’t helping,” my wife hissed at me.  She was trying to hold her boisterous boobs in place with both hands.  It was fascinating to watch. I got up to join my wife at the window.

“You are one to talk,” she shouted back at our neighbor down in the courtyard.  “Look at you in your boxer shorts! You are half naked yourself.”

“I got my privates covered.” The jerk gripped his crotch lewdly.  John was a small guy but pretty muscular in a wiry way and he seemed to like showing off his physique.

“Can you people shut the fuck up?” shouted the punk rocker from up in #303.  “I’m trying to fucking sleep up here.”

“Get a job, loser!” replied John with a sneer.  “Maybe if you got up earlier you could get an interview.”

“I work the nightshift, asshat,” snapped the punk with his head out the window.  He ran his hand through his green mohawk, now in flaccid disarray and not standing proudly at attention as it usually did.  “So go fuck yourself and shut the fuck up down there with all the shouting.” The punk slammed his window shut.

“Uh, yeah, what HE said,” called Laura before carefully shutting our own window.  “The nerve of that guy,” she fumed. “Calling me a whore on top of everything.”

“He’s an asshole, that’s for sure,” I agreed, climbing back into bed.

“I’ve complained to Sharon many times, but she just says that the noise rule only applies from 11pm to 7am,” sighed my wife.  She crawled back into bed to snuggle against me. Then she snorted suddenly, “Udders! The nerve!”

“I like your udders,” I whispered in Laura’s soft little ear as I gripped one of them from behind.

“Stop calling them that,” she giggled.  Then we fooled around a little and fell back to sleep.


“Ugh, look at those skanky whores he’s always dating,” said Laura the next evening.  She was peering out the window as John and his latest girlfriend walked up the to building together.  As usual, John had a good looking blonde on his arm. As usual, she was dressed like a stripper in a too short dress that was too tight to be classy and teetering on too high heels.  “And those skanks are always stinking up the hallway with their cheap perfume, it’s disgusting!” said Laura.  

“Try to think of something more pleasant, dear,” I said blandly as I checked out the body on John’s latest conquest.  She had tits and ass and a skinny waist and I was starting to get a boner so I cautiously backed away from the window before my wife noticed my arousal.  She would get so mad if she saw me getting hot for one of John’s sluts.

“Ugh, that guy just makes me so mad!” said my cute little wife.  She stamped her foot in frustration and was clenching her fists. Then she noticed me trying to cover my crotch to hide my erection.  “Hey, wait a minute!” She reached out and pulled my hand aside to see the bulge in my pants. “Dammit, you’ve got a hardon! Do guys really like sluts who walk around with their legs and boobies hanging out like that?  It’s so TRASHY!”

“Oh, no, no,” I said, waving my hands back and forth.  “Guy like nice classy ladies.”

“Very funny, smart guy.” Laura walked over to look at herself in the mirror.  She was wearing a button down blouse with khakis like she normally did. “Would you like me better if I showed off more skin?” she asked in a small voice.  I could tell she was feeling insecure.

“Aw, come on baby, you look beautiful no matter how you dress,” I said.  I rushed over and hugged my wife to console her, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. 

Laura received the kiss with equanimity, but she still seemed distressed.  “Anyway, I just hate that guy John and I wish he would move out.”

“You sure seem fixated on this guy John,” I said, giving her a sly grin.

Laura glanced at me in confusion and then blushed when she realized what I was hinting at.  “Gah, gross! I am NOT fixated on him, he annoys the hell out of me. He’s always banging his garbage bin in the morning, bringing around stinky whores, and generally bringing down the class level of the entire apartment building.”

“Ok, whatever,” I relented, turning back to my kindle book.  But I harbored a sneaky suspicion about my wife’s feud with our rude neighbor.

About a half-hour later, Laura stormed into the living room, lividly angry.  “Jimmy, Jimmy, come into the bedroom. It’s SO disgusting, I can hear John fucking that tart he just brought in through our bedroom wall.”

I just laughed good naturedly.  “Ha, ha, yeah, I think I’ve heard that before.  His bed must be right up against the other side of that wall.”

“It’s not funny, Jimmy, it’s repulsive.  Can’t people be more considerate when they are having sex?  Why advertise it for the whole building to hear?”

“Come on, Laura,” I chuckled.  “Be reasonable. People need to live their lives, after all.”

“Still, you have to think about your neighbors,” insisted my wife. She stamped her foot again.  “I’m going to go pound on the wall,” she blurted.

“Now hold on, that’s not fair,” I complained.  But my wife had dashed off to the bedroom, so I jumped up to follow her.

When I got to the bedroom, my wife was standing close to the wall, listening intently.  Sure enough, I could hear a rhythmic tap-tapping of a bed frame against the wall. I could also just make out a woman’s moans of pleasure and occasionally a guttural grunt from John.

“It’s not actually THAT loud,” I said.  “I mean we can tell they are having fun, but you don’t have to listen to it if you come out to the living room.”

“Having fun!” spat my wife.  “She’s probably faking it. Anyway, I don’t want to hear my neighbor’s coitus.  It’s GROSS.” Laura pounded suddenly on the wall, making me jump. “Quiet down over there!  We can hear you!” she shouted.

The tapping against the wall did cease for a moment and I nearly broke out in a cold sweat of embarrassment.  But then I heard some muffled laughter and the tapping suddenly resumed with renewed vigor, louder and more insistent than ever and the woman’s cries became even MORE plaintive.  Laura kicked the wall in resentment and stormed out of the room. I stayed and listened to John fucking his girlfriend for a few minutes. It was kind of hot, actually. In fact, I was about to unzip and start fapping as I listened, but my wife called me back to the living room.

“You really need to calm down about John.   You are acting like a jealous lover.” I wagged my eyebrows lewdly at my wife.

“Oh my god, I will KILL you for suggesting that!” Laura’s face reddening as she launched a couch pillow at my head.

I deflected the inbound missile and then there was a knock at the door, which was pretty unusual.

“Must be one of the neighbors,” said Laura, getting up to check the door.  She peeked through the peephole. “Oh shit, it’s John,” she said. She put her back to the door and stared at me with fear.

“Well, you better answer i,” I said grimly.  “If you act out and throw a hissy fit against the wall, you are going to have to face the music.”

“Ugh,” sighed my wife and then she opened the door.  “Can I help you?” she asked stiffly.

John was standing there in nothing but a towel, his hair plastered to his head as though he had just jumped from the shower. “What’s with you, woman?  Why are you pounding on the wall while I’m spending time with my lady friend?”

“You were being pretty loud.  Don’t you have any consideration for your neighbors?” asked my wife.  I peeked around the corner to watch the interaction and I noticed Laura looking down at the bulge jutting from the front of the towel John had wrapped around his waist.

He noticed her looking too, and reached his hand into his towel to grip his dong rudely.  “What’s the matter, you wish it was you helping me work the bed springs?” he asked with a wicked grin.  “Ain’t gonna happen, sister. At least not if you keep acting like such a bitch all the time.”

“You insufferable PRICK!” shouted my wife in fury.  “I can’t believe you think you can talk to me that way!”  Laura slammed the door in John’s face and turned to face me, livid with anger.  “Did you see that filthy pig touching himself like that? The very idea!”

“You were checking out his package,” I laughed.  “I saw you.”

“His vulgar thing was poking out, of course I glanced down,” stammered my wife.  “He, he should have put some goddamn pants on before leaving his house, like any normal human being would do.”  Laura paced around the room, fanning her face with her hands, trying to calm herself down. She really seemed worked up over the whole thing.  I was starting to suspect that she might really have some suppressed desire to grudge fuck John and the idea kind of turned me on. Not that I ever thought she would follow through with it.

But I started to give the idea more credence when my wife suddenly decided to bleach her hair blonde the following day.  She had been a brunette for as long as I knew her and had never experimented with coloring her hair before.

“What do you think?” she asked me when she got back from the salon.

“Looks nice,” I said.  Then a thought occurred to me.  “Your boyfriend John will like it, he’s into blondes I noticed.”

Laura punched my arm with surprising ferocity, making me jump and rub my poor shoulder ruefully.  “You pig!” she shouted. “Don’t even JOKE about that. I was, I was, just trying to cover a little gray hair that was starting to show.  I, I wouldn’t EVER let that creepy jerk lay a finger on me!”

“Ha, ha, whatever you say, baby, whatever you say,” I said, shaking my head.  “Go on and get ready, let’s head out to dinner.”

“Ok, well, I got a new dress inspired by our conversation the other night where you said that men liked women in slutty outfits,” said Laura a bit anxiously.

“Oh, REEE-ALY?” I asked with interest.  “Let’s see it.”

My wife giggled nervously and ran off to change.  When she came back out, my eyes nearly popped out of my head.  She was wearing a tiny halter top dress that exposed her navel.  It was really short, only going halfway down her thigh and it barely contained her generous bosom.  I popped an immediate boner when I saw her in it. “Oh, you are definitely trying to get on John’s good side with that get up.  You look like a stripper!”

“Please don’t mention that disgusting dick again tonight, dear,” said my wife with a wave of her hand.  “I’m wearing this for YOU. You really seemed to be attracted to those sluts that uh, he brings around.”

I walked around my wife, checking out her exposed legs and nice round rump, snugly encased in the tight dress.  “Hmm, yes, very slutty. I would tap that.”

“Ok, good,” let’s go she said.  She seemed sort of excited to be wearing such a scandalous dress out in public.  “We better go somewhere with low lighting. I feel a little uncovered in this.”

“That you are,” I laughed.  Laura was exhibiting a wild streak I hadn’t seen before and I liked it.

When we were in the lobby, we bumped into John who was just coming in.  He stopped short and stared at my wife, doing an obvious double-take. Laura’s head tilted back in smug satisfaction but she dropped it bashfully when she saw that I noticed.

“Don’t even say a word to me,” she told John holding up a hand and looking away from him.  “You are a rude jerk and I want nothing to do with you.”

“Ok, bitch, no problem,” he sneered.  He was running his eyes up and down my wife’s body hungrily.  He saw me watching him check out Laura’s body and he winked at me.  “Hey buddy, you shouldn’t let your woman go out dressed like that. Guys are gonna get the idea that your little wifey is down for whatever.”

“I think she might BE,” I joked, returning his wink and making him laugh.

Laura frowned angrily and poked me roughly in the ribs for saying that.

“Hey wait, turn around, let me see something,” he told my wife.

“I’m not showing you anything.”  She put her nose in the air haughtily.

“Nah, nah, I think you have something stuck to your back,” he said sincerely.  

“Where?” asked my wife, turning her back to him naively and looking over her shoulder.

“Right here,” he said, slapping his hand onto my wife’s ass cheek and giving it a good squeeze.

He wasn’t prepared for her reaction though, when Laura hauled off and punched him right in the nose.

“Dammit!” he yelped.  He fell back onto the ground, grabbing his face as blood poured from his nostrils.  “What the fuck?”

“That’s what you get for trying to touch me, you FUCKER,” she said.  She poked a finger in his face as he cringed away from her.

“Ouch, she’s a little feisty, huh?” I asked.  I bent down to slap John on the shoulder. I was a little taken aback by her outburst, but I guess John had it coming.

“Feisty, she’s a fucking psycho, dude!” he cried as blood dripped onto his shirt.

“No, I’m not psycho.”  Laura bent over to shake a finger in John’s face and unconsciously treated him to a nice closeup view of her cleavage.  “I’m just down for whatever – including punching assholes who try to lay their filthy paws on my booty.”

John was distracted by the sight of my wife’s jiggling cleavage and he couldn’t come up with a clever comeback.

She noticed him looking at her boobs and realized how revealed they were which made her jerk upright indignantly.  I just lead her away then before she could throw another fit.

“Well, I guess I showed that jerk!” she said in the car on the way to the restaurant.

“You know, it sure seems that you took particular care to attract his interest with that outfit and the blonde hair,” I said scratching my chin.

My wife went stiff.  “I don’t know what you are suggesting.  I find that guy completely nauseating.”

“You sure you didn’t try to get him worked up just so you could put him down again?” I asked with a smirk.

“Such a thing would never cross my mind,” sniffed Laura, looking out the window away from me.

“Uh, huh,” I said knowingly.

It turned out that John was right.  Guys did take my wife’s sexy outfit as a signal that she was playing the field.  Every time I left her alone for a minute, I would come back to find some lothario trying to hit on her.  They were clustered around poor Laura in her skimpy dress like bees on honey. I had to chase away businessmen at the restaurant bar.   I even had to cockblock the damn valet. Every time I had to get up to take a call or use the bathroom, I would find some new suitor ogling my wife’s knockers and trying to get her number.  I thought it was pretty funny, but Laura was a bit overwhelmed.

“My god, I never knew guys would get so excited by seeing a little skin,” she gasped as we drove home.

“Well to be fair, you are dressed like a high class prostitute,” I teased, earning myself another slap.

When we got home, I decided to troll my wife a little more.  I found a movie on Netflix about a man and woman who hated each other and fought all through the movie but ended up grudge fucking toward the end.  As soon as the sex scene started in earnest, Laura turned off the movie and turned on me wrathfully.

“I see what you are trying to pull,” she said, crossing her arms.  “And I don’t think that’s funny.”

“Grudge fuck sex IS pretty hot though,” I told her with a twinkle in my eye.  But my wife wasn’t amused and she went off to bed in a huff. Ah well. So much for trolling.

The next morning, John was at it again with the garbage bin, banging away at nine am sharp.

Laura leapt from bed, threw open the window and started shouting at him.  I was only half awake, but I heard John call back up something about Laura being a slut and daring her to come down and try to punch him again.

“Oh, yeah, I will show you, you little fucker,” she screamed.  More people were opening their windows and calling for them to quiet down, including the punk rocker in #303, and the nice old widow, Mrs. Jones down in #101.

“I’m going down there to punch that jerk right in the chops,” panted my wife.   Her dander was up and her cheeks were flushed. She was wearing just her wifebeater again and nothing else.  It barely covered her crotch and her erect nipples poked provocatively through the thin material.

“First of all, that’s ridiculous.  It would be assault and there are witnesses,” I objected sleepily.  “Secondly, you are half-naked. You need to go put some clothes on.”

“No time, no time,” she steamed.  And before I knew it, she dashed away.  I heard the front door open and close and she was gone.

“Ooh, boy, this is going to be quite a show,” I said to myself as I climbed wearily out of bed to go watch the ensuing fireworks from our bedroom window.

John was standing there tapping his garbage bin against the side of the dumpster.  He was wearing just his boxers as usual and he seemed to actually be waiting for Laura to come and confront him.  He didn’t have to wait long. Laura came running out into the courtyard in her skimpy t-shirt, tugging self-consciously at the hem with one hand while she shook a finger in his face with the other.

“I’m sick of your bullshit, mister,” she shouted.  “You wake everyone up with that pounding every morning.”

“Yeah, tell him, Laura,” shouted the punk rocker.  “You’re an asshole, John!”

“Look at you, you fucking slut!” John gestured to my wife’s exposed skin, as one strap of her wifebeater fell off her shoulder.  “Go put some clothes on and show some modesty.”

“Ha!  You are one to talk,” shouted my wife.  “The sluts YOU bring around stink up the hallways with their cheap perfume and parade around like half-naked hookers.”

“That’s right,” chimed in the lovable Mrs. Jones.   The old grandmotherly woman leaned out her window as she offered her two cents worth to the conversation.  “They prance around like whores!”

“And then they scream like animals while they are having sex,” said my wife.   She sneered at John with disgust. “The bed knocks against my bedroom wall.”

“Oh, you are quite right, dear,” agreed Mrs. Jones.  “I can hear them making whoopie right across the courtyard here.  It’s really shameful.”

“Hmm, is that what this is all really about?” John asked my wife.  He was looking her body over with interest. “First you dye your hair since you know I like blondes, now you come down here in that sexy little shirt to show me your body?  Gotta admit, it’s pretty slutty.” He started fingering his junk through his shorts absently as he checked out my wife’s figure. My heart started beating faster as I watched from the window.  My own cock was getting hard. John was showing some real brass balls to hit on my wife while half the apartment building was watching from their windows.

“Pfft, don’t flatter yourself there buddy,” said my wife, rolling her eyes dramatically.

“Yeah, well, your headlights are showing, and I bet you aren’t even wearing any panties.” John pointed at her prominent nipples poking through her shirt.  His cock was fully erect now, pitching a tent in his boxers.

“That’s none of your business,” stammered by wife.  But I could see her looking with fascination at the big protrusion in John’s shorts.  “But, but of course I am.”

“You like that dick, huh, check it out,” said John and he opened the flap in the front of his shorts so that his stiff cock came poking out.  He really did have brass balls. I reached down the front of my pajamas and pulled on my cock guiltily as I watched John facing down my wife with his boner.

“Good lord, he’s pulled his johnson right out,” gasped Mrs. Jones. “Naughty boy, put your pee pee back into your shorts!”

“Yeah, that’s disgusting,” gulped my wife.  But she couldn’t look away from John’s exposed erection.

“Go ahead, grab it, you slut, you know you want to,” leered John, thrusting his hips forward and practically poking his dick into my wife’s belly.  Things were getting so hot at this point that I reached down and started stroking myself. I had joked a lot with my wife about her fucking John. Now that they were getting close, I found it insanely arousing and I fapped away urgently while I watched my wife slap John’s cock away with her hand.

“Ew! Gross,” she said.

“Yeah, I like it when you slap it.  Do it again,” he coaxed.

“My husband is watching you know, he will come down here and kick your ass,” said my wife bravely. 

But when she looked up at the window and saw me with my hands down the front of my pajamas her face fell slightly.  John looked too and just laughed.

“Whoa, kinky shit going down out here,” laughed the punk rocker upstairs as he hung out his window watching.

“Ha ha, looks like hubby is getting off on this,” said John, suddenly emboldened.  “Now, I’ve shown you mine, you show me yours. I know you ain’t got no panties on under there.”  He lunged forward and yanked up the front of my wife’s t-shirt, exposing her dark brown bush for a moment before she yelped and pushed his hand away.

Laura went to punch John, but he grabbed her by the wrists and they struggled there in the courtyard for a moment, wrestling.  But John was much stronger and he quickly pinned my wife, with her hands above her head, up against the wall. Their blood was up and both of them were panting, eyes shining.   Her t-shirt was so short that it rose up when her arms were above her head to expose her pussy. I had to slow down my masturbation to keep from coming too quickly. I did feel a bit guilty.  A better husband would have run down to rescue his wife. But I suspected that this is what she wanted deep down. After all, why didn’t she at least throw a robe on before heading down there.  She was deliberately taunting John with her body.

“Oh, dear, things are getting out of hand,” bemoaned Mrs. Jones.  But she showed no sign of withdrawing from her window. She was there to watch the show.

“Let go of me you fucker,” spat my wife, livid with anger.

“Aw no, missy, you punched me in the face once already, not gonna let that happen again,” growled John.  Then his pushed his stiff cock between my wife’s legs. “I’m gonna give you what you came down here for. While your husband watches, too.”

Laura tried to struggle free, but John had her pinned tight as he slid his cock in and out between her thighs.  After a few thrusts, her hips started responding and she tilted her pelvis forward to receive him. He couldn’t be entering her from that angle.  His shaft was probably sliding along her labia. I paused again and tried to catch my breathe as I watched this guy violating my wife.

“Yeah, you like that,” grunted John.

“NO I don’t, get that disgusting prick away from me,” moaned my wife, but I could hear the lack of conviction in her voice.

“You’re wet as hell, I can feel it,” he laughed triumphantly.  “You want that dick inside you.”

“No I don’t, you are a filthy pig.” But she was grinding her pelvis back and forth onto John’s dick while she said that.

“This is fucking hot, dude!” called the punk rocker.  “I can fap to this.”

“Oh my, this is really terribly improper you two,” called poor Mrs. Jones, but even the old woman’s glasses were getting steamed up.

“Turn to face the wall, let me put it in from behind,” John coaxed my wife.

“Never!” she cried and she tried to suddenly squirm free again.  She put up a pretty good fight this time, but after a decent struggle, John managed to pin her hands to the wall with her ass facing him and he crouched behind her struggling to get his cock inside her from behind.

“Arch your back a little,” he groaned.  Laura moaned and did as he suggested and then she gasped loudly as John finally managed to get his thing inside her.

“Oh god, oh god, help me, help Jimmy,” she cried out.  “He’s inside me, oh god.”

“James, get down here and protect your wife for Lord’s sake,” gasped Mrs. Jones indignantly, putting her hand to her chest.

“But, but,” I cried, nearly on the verge of climax.

“Don’t worry, Mrs.Jones, she wants this,” said John, quickly releasing my wife’s hands and grabbing her by the hips as he sank his meat into repeatedly.  Laura stood there, receiving his cock, her hands against the wall, panting with passion.

“No I don’t want this,” said my wife, but she kept her back arched so that he could enter her easily.  “Jimmy, come down here and stop him!”

“Oh, shit,” I grumbled, and I left off jerking myself so that I could pretend to be the knight in shining armor when we all knew that this is what we all wanted.  Fuck, what a strange situation.

When I got down to the courtyard, John was still working my wife from behind and she was moaning with pleasure, but cursing him the whole time.

“Oh, you think you are tough, huh, well now my husband is here,” said Laura as John gripped her by the hips and pumped away on her.

“Yeah, I saw him fapping while he watched,” crowed John.  “He’s not gonna do shit!”

“Don’t take that, man, hit him!” called the punker.

“Yes, he certainly deserves a good smack, James,” insisted Mrs. Jones.

Laura looked at me expectantly, her eyes bright with passion as John carried on fucking her.

“I mean, obviously you could have wriggled free by now,” I said throwing my hands up in exasperation.

“No I could NOT, he’s forcing ME,” lied my wife loudly, her pelvis moving perfectly in time with John’s thrusts ash eh fucked her from behind.  “He’s a filthy scum who is ruining my reputation with the entire building.”

It suddenly dawned on me just how scandalous this whole twisted scene was.  We really were going to be the laughing stock of the entire building soon. “Oh shit,” I sighed and I stepped in to shove John back off of my wife roughly.  “Sorry there, Romeo, that’s MY wife you’re trying to impregnate there.”

“Fuck man, you know she wants it!” complained John.

“No I don’t you pig!  You took advantage of me,” insisted my wife. She spun around and slapped John’s face as hard as she could.  It really made a loud slap and I winced when I saw the white handprint on his cheek.

“Oh, you bitch!” he called and he lunged forward to grab my wife.  But she was giggling now and she darted inside with John hot on her trail.

“Go help your wife, don’t make her fend for herself,” scolded Mrs. Jones.

“Dammit,” I cursed under my breath, as I followed my wife and her grudge fuck lover inside.  I found them up on the second floor. John had captured my wife in his arms and he was trying to get her inside his apartment, but Laura was kicking and screaming, but also laughing a little bit too.  She even giggled when he managed to get a stray finger into her cunt.

“Man, help me get her inside, and I will take care of her,” John begged me as he struggled with my wife in his arms.

“Jimmy, don’t you dare,” my wife gasped indignantly.

“Laura, uh, what do you WANT me to do?” I asked in confusion.  I suspected that my wife was enjoying her combative love affair, I certainly was.

“Um, I think I have to fight my own battles here, actually,” said my wife as she paused her struggles for a moment.  “Maybe go wait in our apartment and I will be there in a few minutes once I kick this bastard in the balls and teach him what he gets for besmirching my honor.”

John of course took advantage of the temporary lull in combat to drag my wife over the threshold into his apartment.  I could hear her laughing in spite of herself as she cursed him and he got the door slammed behind them. My cock was standing stiffly at attention and I rushed inside to our bedroom to see if I could hear what happened.  

Sure enough, a few minutes later, John’s bed started tapping it’s familiar staccato against our wall and I pulled my pajamas off so I could jerk off freely while I listened.  Soon my wife was groaning and crying out. Half of her cries were insults and he grunted in pain a few times but once I heard her characteristic whimper as she came, I blew my wad right against the wall.  It was very satisfying.

My wife appeared in our bedroom completely naked after a few minutes, she went into the closet and put on her bathrobe as though nothing had happened.  

“Well I showed HIM who’s boss,” she said with a dreamy, post orgasm smile.

“Jeez, did you walk down the hall naked like that?” I asked with a laugh.

“Um, yeah, I guess I lost my shirt in the struggle somehow,” she said with a shrug.  My wife noticed my cum on the wall and she made a face. “Christ honey, did you spooge on the wall in here?”

“Yeah, I was listening while John fucked the shit out of you.  When I heard you cum, it pushed me over the edge,” I admitted.

My wife made a strange face, as though she were struggling with something internally.  “I uh, don’t know what you are talking about. I didn’t let him fuck me. I, uh, kicked him right in the nads,” lied Laura.

“Laura, look it’s fine.   I heard everything, and I got off on it, too,” I said taking my wife in my arms.  “It was pretty kinky to hear my wife grudge fuck another guy.”

“I don’t know what you THINK you heard, but I assure you I would never allow that dog’s prick inside me,” said my wife frostily.

“Wow, this is how you want to play it, huh?” I asked, scratching my head.  “Ok, then.”

“And um, he said, that I had to come over tomorrow and suck his penis in front of you,” blurted Laura quickly.  “But I’m definitely not doing that. I will show him, I will bite his little prick right off if he tries to make me.”

“Oh, of course,” I said, patting her on the shoulder.  “You are a she-devil. He should know better than to mess around with you.”  Then I paused for a moment. “So, uh, what time tomorrow then?”

“Oh, around 8pm,” said my wife, trying to sound casual.  Then she dashed off the bathroom to clean up, singing a pop song about milkshakes in the yard.  She hadn’t seemed so girlish in a long time and I tried not to worry about the rumour mill that was certainly churning in all the apartments around us.

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