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Wife Boob Judging Contest

By Gustav Jorgenson

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

Bill and Linda have been living next door to my wife Susie and I for fifteen years and we are all close friends. They are in their mid-forties, just as we are, and when their son, Isaac, left for college, they decided to rent out the in-law unit behind their home which Isaac had been using for his computer lab. It was a quaint little cottage and we live in a nice, safe neighborhood, so they quickly found a tenant. The renter was a single fellow named Eric who was in his 30’s had recently moved into the area to take a job as a carpenter. Susie and Linda made a big deal about how tall and handsome Eric was and Susie liked to tease Bill about it.

“You better watch your wife with that hot stud living in your backyard, Bill,” Susie would say, wagging her eyebrows at Bill. “You might come home from work one day to find him nailing more than just some wood.”

“He can nail me with his wood anytime,” Linda would rejoin and the two wives would cackle with laughter while Bill and I exchanged uncomfortable grimaces.

But Eric was a good natured guy, so Bill didn’t mind when Susie invited our neighbors to bring Eric along for dinner and drinks one hot August evening.

Since Bill and Linda were such old friends, we didn’t bother with formal dinners. Also, it was a sweltering day, but I was a little uncomfortable with Susie’s outfit as it got closer to dinner time. She had been lounging around in a pair of short shorts and skimpy halter top with no bra. Her large breasts were bouncing around and her erect nipples poked out invitingly against the thin material of her top.

I distractedly reached out and gripped one of her luscious boobs in my hand as she passed me in the kitchen and said, “Nice rack there, lady, but don’t you think you should go put on a bra before the guests arrive?”

Susie wrapped her arms around me and put her nose against mine. “What’s the matter, darling, are you embarrassed about my old saggy udders?” she teased. “It’s just Bill and Linda, they’ve seen me like this plenty of times.”

“And Eric,” I added with a smile.

“Oh pish-posh,” she laughed with a twinkle in her eye. “That young guy isn’t going to be looking at an old lady like me.”

“Cut the shit,” I replied with a smile. “You still have your figure.” I ran my hands down past my wife’s narrow waist, over her wide hips and then reached back to grip her plump, round ass cheeks. I could feel my penis growing erect as I fondled her soft buttocks.

“Oh, well, Eric will just have to deal with his insatiable desire for me,” Susie said, kissing me on the cheek lightly. “It’s simply too hot and I am not changing.”

I grumbled with annoyance as I examined her shapely legs from behind as she turned away and finished tossing the salad and then I grabbed the steaks with resignation and headed out to fire up the grill.

When the guests arrived, I was surprised to see Linda in an even more revealing outfit than Susie’s, Linda was just wearing her bikini with a thin sarong tied around her waist. I must have been obvious as I looked her up and down because she and Susie started laughing.

“Are you getting a good eyeful, Ed?” asked my wife archly.

“I think he likes my outfit, Suse,” laughed Linda, cocking her hip jauntily.

“What do you expect? He’s a healthy hetero man and you are practically naked,” said Bill, shaking his head and clapping me on the shoulder. I felt my face grow hot with shame at being caught checking out his wife, but Bill just smiled reassuring. “Have a beer, Ed. It’s hot as hell out there today.”

Eric laughed along easily and hosted a case of Trumer Pilsner. “I hope you have a room in your fridge,” he said.

“Oh, we will have to use the cooler in the garage,” said Susie smiling brightly at Eric. “Come along, I’ll show you.”

I watched Susie lead Eric away and I could swear that she was shaking her ass for him a bit. There seemed to be more action going on back there than usual. I glanced over and saw Bill gazing at Susie’s rear as well. He gave a start when he saw me looking and we were both surprised when Linda tisked at us.

“Eric, is pretty hot stuff, you can’t blame a girl fro putting a little bounce in her step for him,” she said as she helped herself to glass of wine once Eric and Susie were out of earshot.

“Or putting on her bikini to show her body for him,” said Bill pointing his finger at his wife accusingly.

Linda just shrugged and smiled into her wine.

“I tell you, Ed, if Eric wasn’t such a solid fellow, I would be trying to find a way to kick him out. You wouldn’t believe how Linda carries on. Gardening in the flower banks by the cottage everyday in her bikini, trying to get his attention. It’s shameless,” said Bill

“What’s shameless?” asked Susie as she and Eric returned to the kitchen. Eric’s cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and I wonder how much of our conversation he had overheard.

“Oh nothing,” said Linda lightly, waving her glass nonchalantly. “Bill’s just lambasting me for being a harlot. He’s channeling his Puritan ancestors again.”

We all broke out laughing and I took the beer that Eric offered me. “Yeah, well he hasn’t burned you at the stake yet,” said Eric. “So there’s that.”

We had an enjoyable dinner with the wives flirting with Eric, but he handled it with aplomb, gracefully deflecting their attempts to bait him. But as we got drunker and drunker, I noticed him glancing Susie and Linda’s breasts more and more and it made me a little annoyed, but I could hardly blame him. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Linda’s boobs either. When dinner was finished, Eric offered to help clear the dishes and Linda, Bill and I adjourned to the living room. The beer and wine was flowing freely and I was feeling no pain.

“I’m surprised you agreed to let Eric help Susie with the dishes,” said Linda, smiling at me over the rim of her wine glass and twirling her foot playfully as she sat in her tiny bikini across from me on the couch.

I gazed at her gorgeous bare legs for a moment before responding. “Err, why do say that, Linda?”

“She’s probably going to rub herself up against him and get him all hot and bothered,” said Linda with a smirk. She must have noticed me checking out her legs because she ran a palm along her smooth white calf and gave be a little wink.

“Don’t bait him, dear,” said Bill good naturedly. “Just because that’s what you want to do.”

Bill and his wife locked gazes for a moment and she looked annoyed. Then she shrugged her shoulders and walked her fingers along her shapely thigh. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind rubbing up against a viral young man like Eric. Maybe I wouldn’t.”

“Nice,” blurted Bill, his face red from the alcohol, and I laughed weakly along with Linda.

We heard a loud crash and then the sound of Susie’s lilting laughter came filtering out from the kitchen.

“Everything OK in there?” I called.

“Yeah, but I think we are too drunk to do the dishes right now,” said my wife, entering the living room with her arm around Eric’s broad shoulders. Her halter top was completely soaked with soapy water and was practically transparent as it clung enticingly to her large round breasts.

“Whoa, are we having a wet-tshirt party now?” asked Bill licking his lips and
eyeing my wife’s stiff nipples, clearly visible through her soaked top.

“I’m just being a little too sloppy,” said my wife thickly as she lead Eric to the couch and plopped down there with him so that she and Linda sat to either side of our young guest.

“Honey, you have to go change your shirt, we can see right through it,” I complained. My palms grew slick with anxiety as my wife had her tits on display but I felt my own dick responding to the sight in spite of my nervousness.

“Oh, I think it will be OK,” she said, plucking the front of her shirt out only to have it instantly fall back and cling to her luscious mounds.

“I like Susie’s shirt, it looks nice like that,” said Eric boldly, glancing down at my wife’s jiggling tits. The alcohol must have been getting the better of him.

“I am glad you like them,” said my wife, thrusting her chest out for his inspection. “I mean it, my shirt that is,” she chortled.

“Wait, what about my boobs, Eric?” asked Linda. “Who do you think has nicer ones? Susie or me?”

“Well I can’t see through your top the way I can see through Susie’s, so it’s hard to tell,” said Eric, eyeing Linda’s chest judiciously. The little smirk on his face infuriated me and I could feel my pits growing damp

“Ok, take it easy there young fella,” said Bill.

“Come on, Bill,” said Eric, his eyes hard but a smile on his lips. “Your wife has been flirting with me all week, flaunting her body at me and making suggestive comments.” Eric pointed at me accusingly. “And now Sam’s wife is joining in, teasing me all night, asking about my sex life, and now this!” He gestured at my wife’s transparent shirt. “I think I’ve been cool about it so far, but how much teasing do you expect a guy to take?”

“I’m sorry, Eric, don’t you like seeing my boobies?” asked my wife, pouting and cupping her boobs in her hands.

“Oh yeah, I like them all right, can’t you tell?” said Eric, reached down to adjust his junk so that his stiff cock pitched a dramatic tent in his shorts. Then he turned and looked Linda’s body up and down as he fingered his boner through his pants. His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and his eyes were glassy. “And I like what Linda has shown me so far as well. But I won’t be able to tell which of you I like better until you both take your tops off and let me compare side by side.”

The two wives burst out in uproarious laughter at the suggestion, and Linda slapped Eric’s knee playfully.

“Buddy, I understand how you feel, but come on,” I said to Eric, trying to be reasonable. “You can’t joke around with married women like that with their husbands sitting right here.”

“Well, go in the other room if you don’t like it, then, Ed,” said Linda giving me a lewd grin. “Because I don’t think Eric’s kidding.”

“I know we are being naughty dear, but isn’t it sort of fun?” asked my wife with a twinkle in her eyes. “Bill seems to be enjoying getting a glimpse of my boobs, and you sure have ogled Linda’s body all night.”

Bill grimaced at me apologetically and shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

“What are you saying, Susie?” I asked, scratching my head. “You actually want to strip down topless with Linda in front of Bill, Eric, and I?” I couldn’t help looking over at Linda’s body and scanning it up and down, enjoying the generous amounts of skin she was exposing.

“I’m game,” said Linda, she stood up and untied her bikini top behind her neck. She stood where we all could see her, holding the straps lightly as the cups of her top fell away from her tits slightly, barely covering them.

“This will be fun,” agreed my wife, jumping up to stand my Linda’s side and grabbing the hem of her top, as she prepared to remove it.

“Come on, girls, this is going a bit too far,” grumbled Bill. I could see the sweat beading up on his forehead and I noticed that he couldn’t take his eyes of my wife’s body as she stood in her short shorts and soaked, transparent halter top.

“Bill, seriously, loosen up, will you? This is going to be awesome,” blurted Eric as he gripped his dick. His eyes flicked excitedly between Linda’s slim figure and my wife’s more curvy body with her broader hips and larger boobs. “Ladies, start your engines. On the count of three, please remove your tops for all to see. One…”

“Hey, this really is totally inappropriate,” I said loudly. My blood was running cold in my veins, but my gut felt hot and heavy and my cock was stiffening against my will.

“Two…”

The wives just looked at each other and giggled as they prepared to lose their tops.

“Three!” Eric shouted gleefully. Susie stripped off her wet top and dropped it to the floor as Linda’s top fell away from her boobs at the same time.

All three men in the room exhaled unconsciously as we each focused in on the bare tits we were most interested in. I gazed at Linda’s bare chest with admiration. Her skin was milky white and she had a lovely smooth décolletage above her high, pert boobs. I enjoyed the sight of her tiny pink nipples as they hardened into little knots with little areola visible. Eric and Bill on the other hand were entranced by Susie’s more substantial knockers. She also had beautiful porcelain skin, but her boobs were big white orbs, that hung down slightly. They were heavy handfuls. Her boobs glistened with moisture from her damp shirt and her big pink nipples were hard but her areola formed two cute round circles.

Linda shook her chest proudly in my direction, noticing my interest. But I noticed that Susie was a bit more bashful and blushed prettily as she became aware of Bill and Eric’s intense stares.

“Don’t be shy, Susie, shake them a little,” coaxed Linda. “Give the boys a show!”

“Oh my god, Linda, this is so crazy,” laughed my wife, her cheeks bright red with excitement as she brushed a strand of blonde hair from her face. “Are we going to regret this in the morning?”

“I’m not,” exclaimed Eric. “Can you come closer, Susie? I think I like your boobs better to be honest, but I want a closer look.”

“Hey!” complained Linda putting her hands on her waist and cocking her hips jauntily.

“I like your boobs, Linda,” I blurted. “Very pert.”

Linda grinned at me lasciviously and pinched her nipples as I watched in fascination. My wife watched us for a moment and said, “Well, as long as Ed is distracted, I might as well let Eric have a better look.” She approached Eric shyly and stood before him, shifting from foot to foot.

“A little closer please,” said Eric, shamelessly gripping his jock.

My wife glanced back over her shoulder at me, but I was in fact distracted by Linda as she rubbed her hands across her chest and shimmied her shoulders for my entertainment. So Susie shrugged her shoulders and climbed onto the couch next to Eric and dangled her knockers right in his face until one erect nipple practically brushed his cheek.

“Holy shit,” breathed Bill as he pulled nervously at his collar with one hand and grabbed his crotch with the other. His eyes were bulging as he gaped at my wife’s generous danglers.

Eric turned her face until my wife’s nipple was brushing his lips and then he simply opened his mouth and started sucking on it. She gasped at first then sighed with contentment and cradled the back of his head gently as he slurped on her boob.

“There there, dear,” she said lovingly. “Oh my, look what we have here,” she continued, reaching down to grab his straining phallus through his shorts. “You are soo hard.”

“Hey now, this is ridiculous!” I objected, my breath catching in my throat as I watched my wife of twenty years feeding her tit to this young stranger while she gripped his jock. “Susie, get a grip on yourself.”

“Looks like she’s got a grip on something more interesting,” gushed Linda, rushing over to join them on the couch. “Wow, look how big it is. Let’s pull it out and get a better look at it.” She brushed Susie’s hand aside and unzipped Eric’s fly while he grunted with pleasure, face still buried in my wife’s bosom as he snacked on one nipple and then the other and Susie cooed with pleasure. Eric’s stiff cock sprang out of his pants, erect and veiny and Linda contemplated it closely for a moment. “Nice penis, Eric. Large and straight, no weird blemishes.” She gripped it in her hand and started stroking it. “Hmm,” she said, leaning over to chew on Eric’s ear while she jerked him off.

“Bill are we just going to sit here and watch while I wives carry on like this?” I croaked, by blood was pounding in my ears and I could barely breath.

“Nope, I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna jerk off while I watch,” said Bill, hastily undoing his own fly and pulling out his erection. He started fapping away without hesitation, his tongue hanging out ridiculously as he watched his wife jerk off this young stranger.

“Oh wow, this is getting kinky pretty fast,” said my wife as she looked over at Bill’s dick as he jerked it. “You are dirty little voyeur, aren’t you Billy.”

“I guess I am,” he admitted. “This is pretty fucking hot.”

“Don’t you mind that your wife is tugging another man’s johnson?” she asked as she she continued to cradle Eric’s head in her hand and press her bare boobs against his face.

“I, uh, I don’t know,” he admitted, looking her right in the eye as he jerked off in front of her. “I feel jealous, but it’s turning me on at the same time. I’m conflicted.” He turned to me, “How do you feel, Ed?”

“I’m just in shock,” I stammered, but my own cock was standing stiffly at attention, forming a tent in my own shorts.

“Is your penis in shock, too, dear?” asked my wife playfully. “Why don’t you just follow Bill’s lead and whip it out? It must be painful to have such a hardon and not service it.” I watched numbly as Eric reached over and urgently unzipped my wife’s shorts. “Thing are going to get hotter before the night is through.”

“I just, I just,” I stuttered, hesitantly unzipping my fly as my wife giggled and slid her shorts down over her nice round ass.

“Holy fuck, Ed. Look at Susie, she’s getting naked, Ed. Look, look,” panted Bill, jerking himself wildly as my wife flashed her pussy at him with a smile as she kicked her shorts away.

“Oh shit, I see that, Bill,” I groaned, my dick getting harder and harder while my innards roiled with anxiety.

“Why are you getting naked, Susie?” asked Bill stupidly as he drank in the sight of her naked body hungrily.

“I don’t know Bill,” she said playfully. “I think we might have more fun the fewer clothes we have on.”

“I agree, honey,” slurred Linda. “Help me with Eric.” I pulled my own stiffy out in a drunken haze as I watched my naked wife tittering away as she and Linda helped Eric slide his shorts off.

“Oh yeah, nice package,” remarked my wife as Eric spread his legs arrogantly and let Susie and Linda get a good long look at his cock and balls. His nutsack hung down, scrotum loose from the heat and his big dick strained skyward, thick and veiny. The wives cooed with appreciation as they lightly stroked his dong and fondled his nuts while Bill and I looked on helplessly.

“Watch this honey,” said my wife, her eyes flashed devilishly as she kneeled on her hands and knees, nude, on the couch next to Eric. She winked at me and then dipped her head down and stuck her head down between Eric’s thighs.

“Oh, yeah, suck those balls, baby, you know you love them,” grunted Eric, taking my wife by the back of the head as she hummed with passion. He reached between my wife’s legs and started fingering her with his other hand and Susie groaned with pleasure. “Jesus, Ed, your wife’s twat is sopping wet. She’s nice and tight too.”

“That’s not something a husband ever wants another man to say to him,” I said as I watched my beautiful wife licking this young man’s balls.

“Ooh, yeah,” said Linda, jerking Eric’s dick as she closely watched Susie slurping on his nutsack. “Billy, dear, can I suck on Eric’s penis now?” she asked teasingly, fluttering her eyelashes at her husband.

Sweat was pouring down his face and Bill had yanked his shorts down to his ankles as he frantically beat his meat, watching my wife slurping noisily on Eric’s testicles. “Yeah, he deserves it after all. You’ve been taunting him long enough.”

“Really, Ed?” I asked, still conflicted over the sexual depravity going on between our wives and this stranger.

“Fuck it at this point, Ed. Look at your wife. She’s gobbling Eric’s nutsack like there is no tomorrow,” said Bill.

“She sure is,” agreed Eric with an evil grin. “She’s really enthusiastic about my gonads.”

“We might as well enjoy the ride, buddy,” continued Ed. “Linda and I have been married for too long for me to let some drunken indiscretion come between us.”

“Our wives are basically cheating while we watch,” I whined.

“Well, if they are going to cheat, it’s more fun if we get to watch,” reasoned Bill.

“Well said, dear. I commend your good sense. Now watch me suck Eric’s cock,” said Linda. She wasted no time diving down onto Eric’s dick and he groaned loudly as her head bobbed up and down in his lap.

“Your wives are really hospitable, guys,” commented Eric smugly with one hand on the back of each wife’s head as they serviced his cock and balls.

“Do you have to be so cocky about it?” I grumbled.

“Hey, it’s not my fault your wife can’t keep her mouth off my balls,” laughed Eric rudely.

Susie came up for air and put her face close to Eric’s. “Don’t bait my husband, sugar. It’s not nice.” Then she shoved Linda back roughly causing her to squawk loudly in protest.

“Dammit, Susie, I was just getting Eric going. I could taste some pre-ejaculate,” whined Linda petulantly.

“Sorry, honey, but I’ve got something better for him,” panted my wife, her hair a mess as she swung one leg across Eric’s lap and straddled his stick cock, still wet with Linda’s saliva. She gripped the back of the couch on either side of Eric’s head and mashed her big tits right into his face as she positioned her puffy cunt lips above his straining erection.

“Oh, yeah, gimme that pussy,” demanded Eric gruffly, grabbed my wife by her round ass cheeks and guiding her down onto his stiff schlong.

“Oh shit, look at him go. His dick is sliding right inside her,” exclaimed Ed excitedly, his masturbation reaching a fever pace.

I watched in shock as the head of Eric’s cock was slowly enveloped by my wife’s swollen labia and she cried out in ecstasy. Inch by inch, his slick shaft slowly disappeared up inside of my woman as she took his dick inside herself. My mouth was bone dry and my pits were cold and damp but my dick was hard as a rock, so I started jerking off as I watched this stranger violate my willing wife in front of me.

“Oh, you filthy slut!” cried Linda with delight as Susie began slowly twerking her ass up and down on Eric’s boner.

“Oh yeah, she’s a dirty wife, ugh,” grunted Bill and he started spurting blobs of cum up into the air.

“Atta boy,” said his wife encouragingly. Then Linda slid her hand down the front of her bikini bottoms and started masturbating herself as she watching my Susie bouncing up and down on Eric’s cock.

“Oh, Eric, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” gasped my wife as she worked it up and down and up and down and up and down.

“Better make it quick,” he growled through gritted teeth. “Ah, there it is, oh yeah.” He dug his fingers into my wife’s soft bottom as he emptied his load inside her.

“Are you cumming inside my wife?” I demanded, jerking off as I watched.

“Uh, yeah, sorry,” he said and suddenly I felt myself blowing my wad all over myself. Linda was shuddering in her own climax while Susie climbed stiffly off of Eric’s lap and flopped down naked on the couch beside him.

We all sat looking at each other blearily as it slowly dawned on us what just happened. Susie was covered in a slick layer of sweat from head to toe and her hair was a bedraggled mess, but her cheeks had a merry post-orgasm glow. Eric’s face was dripping with sweat and wore a broad, satisfied grin on his mug as he sat there naked from the waist down with his limp dong hanging between his legs. Bill and I sat with our flies open and semen all over our laps as we tucked ourselves gingerly back into our pants. Linda was still topless and rubbing her nipples thoughtfully. She was the first to start laughing and pretty soon we were all sharing a cathartic bout of hilarity. I jumped up and pretended to punch Eric and Bill came over and stood next to me, shyly glancing down at my wife’s naked body spread out before him.

“Look at Bill trying to look nonchalant while he eyeballs your pussy,” cackled Linda. “What a slob.”

“I’m not, honey, I’m not,” protested Bill, but I could see that he was.

“Have a look, Bill, I don’t mind,” said Susie spreading her legs for him and then parting her cunt lips with her fingers revealing the pink interior of her twat.

“You hussy!” laughed Linda craning her neck to see what Susie was doing. “Oh you sloppy slut, look! Eric’s spew is dribbling out.”

And indeed, as Susie spread her lips, I could see white sticky jizz dripping out and I slapped my forehead.

“Oops, sorry, that’s gross,” admitted Susie clamping her legs shut.

Eric pulled his shorts on and jumped to his feet. He held out a hand to shake and I took it after a moment of hesitation. I could feel my wife’s eyes on me as I met Eric’s earnest gaze.

“No hard feelings Ed?” he asked, eyebrows raised as he crushed my hand slightly in his strong grip. “About uh, having a bit of fun with your wife there.”

“A bit of fun!?” I squawked. But Susie tisked at me and shook her head disapprovingly and I lowered my voice. “Ah, yeah, well, we all got pretty drunk and the hot weather made everyone a little randy I guess.” I said, extracting my hand from his grip and rubbing the back of my head.

“Great then, I’ll just be heading over to my apartment then,” he said and beat a hasty retreat.

“Wait, uh, Eric,” said Linda holding up her hand. “Do you mind if I tag along with you? You paid so much attention to Susie tonight, I’m feeling a little neglected.”

“Honey! What the heck?” exclaimed Bill, finally pulling his eyes off of my naked wife.

Eric stopped and gave Linda a calculating look. “I don’t want any trouble with your husband.”

“Oh Bill will be fine, he watched me suck your dick and never said a word didn’t he?” said Linda. “Tell Eric I’m allowed to spend the night in the cottage with him, Bill, don’t be a prude.”

“Jesus honey, don’t I get to watch at least?” complained Bill.

“Not tonight, things might get a little wild and I don’t want you to get upset,” said Linda.

“Wild huh?” said Eric. “I like the sound of that.”

“Can I come?” piped up Susie excitedly, spinning around on the couch to face him. “I want more Eric.”

Bill and I were distracted as we checked out Susie’s cute round ass pointing right at us.

“Only if Ed says it’s OK,” said Eric. It annoyed me to see the young man being condescending to my middle-aged wife.

“Dammit Susie, you are acting like a love-struck schoolgirl,” I griped.

“Pish posh,” she said, waving her hand at me dismissively. “It’s not like you ever want to fuck me anymore.”

I just sputtered indignantly but couldn’t think of a good come back.

Linda smirked at me as she and Susie rushed over to Eric’s side. He put one arm around each of our wives and grinned wickedly at Bill and I.

“Honey, aren’t you going to put on any clothes?” I whimpered.

“Oh she won’t need any clothes tonight, Ed, don’t worry,” said Eric smugly as he led our wives away for a further night of debauchery.

“Wow, I know our love life had gotten dull lately, but this is like adding a scotch bonnet pepper all at once,” I told Bill glumly.

“I know, isn’t it great?” asked Bill with a boyish grin. “I can’t wait to see what they do next. Let’s give them a few minutes to get settled in and then go down and peek in the window to watch what happens.”

“Bill, this is crazy,” I sputtered. “I mean we’ve all been married over twenty years and suddenly this young good looking guy comes along and our wives are just throwing themselves at him. I mean it’s breaking up all our routines! It could tear our marriages apart!”

Bill stopped and looked at me guiltily. “Wow, uh, does that mean you don’t want to come and watch.”

I thought about it for a long moment gazing out into the warm night through the patio screen door and listened to the chirping of the crickets. Susie’s laugh came again across the yard from the cottage behind Bill’s house. She sounded younger and happier than I’ve heard her in years. “I’ll bring a box a tissues, your grab a couple more beers,” I told Bill and we scampered out into the night like a pair of delinquent teens to spy on our wives as they screwed a strange man for the first time in decades.

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Wife Does Bikini Car Wash for Urban Youth Fundraiser

By Gustav Jorgenson

Excerpted from “Exhibitionist Wife Tales

My wife Molly had worked with troubled youths as a counsellor for years before taking a job with a non-profit providing career counselling for disadvantaged youth in Oakland, CA.  She did feel a little awkward being the only white woman working there, but she was determined to fit in.  So one night she invited some of her coworkers over to our home for dinner and to plan some upcoming fundraisers.  They asked me to sit in since I have a background in finance, and I might be able to offer some guidance around fiscal matters.

I was sitting around our dining room table with Molly, Trevon, the director, Shanice, the associate director, and Jada, another counsellor.

“Of course our most popular fundraiser is always the bikini car wash,” said Trevon.  He gave Molly a devilish grin and my poor wife blushed immediately.

“Oh gosh,” stammered my wife.  “Yes, I heard about that.”

“Girl, you gonna be banging with those boobs and that booty of yours,” chuckled Jada.  “We gonna teach you how to twerk it!”

“Uh, I’m not really getting the premise of this,” I said.   I wasn’t sure I understood what was being suggested, but it didn’t sound too savory.  I loosened my tie uncomfortably.  I was feeling a slight tightness around my throat.

“Oh, right, Connor” said Trevon, addressing me.  “Let me explain.  See, each year the female staff dress up in bikinis and wash cars in the parking lot of the center for cash.  The youth who attend the center join in and stand by the nearby intersections waving signs to attract customers.  Definitely one of the highlights of the year in terms of fun and we always raise a good amount of funds for the center as well.”  He made a point of eyeing Molly’s cleavage and she pulled her blouse closed in response, blushing even more.

“Girlfriend gonna bring ALL the boys to the yard with HER milkshake,” teased Shanice.

“Most definitely,” growled Trevon.  I didn’t like the way his gaze was fixed on my wife’s breasts.

“But, that sounds a little, um, inappropriate, isn’t it? I don’t mean to suggest that it’s necessarily sexual in nature,” I said nervously.

Molly gave me a strange grimace of discomfort that I couldn’t fully understand while her coworkers broke out laughing.

“Oh, you white people,” giggled Jada.  “Of COURSE it’s sexual, how you think we raise so much money?  We be puttin our tits on the windshield, butts against the window.  That’s how to get the BIG tips, my brutha.”

“You mean the customers sit inside the vehicles and pay extra for, for,” I was stuttering, unable to believe my ears.

I could feel the blood draining from my face and Molly reached across the table to grab my hand.  “Connor is a bit old fashioned, so I think it will take him some time to get used to this idea.”  She laughed self-consciously.  “Honestly, I am pretty nervous about it myself.”

“How come, girl?  You got nothing to be ashamed of,” chimed in Shanice, eyeing my wife’s figure judiciously.  “The mens gonna get in LINE to have you wash their rides.  You gonna make, BANK!”

“And the boys from the center gonna be HOWLING to see Miss Molly working it,” agreed Jada with a smile.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” admitted Molly.  “Most of my clients are young men in their late teens.  They are uh, sexually mature, and it seems that it will be, um, challenging to maintain a professional, err, ethical…” my wife was struggling to find the right word.

“Ah, Molly, this goes back to this question of cultural competence we were discussing the other day,” said Trevon loftily.

“Yeah, during the car wash we have a little time out on the professionalism and stuff,” sniffed Jada.  “I let them boys get up on there and get to grinding on my booty, it’s all good, it’s all good.  Sometime they get a little naughty, but that’s one way to build bonds with your fam, you feel me?”

“Grinding on your booty?” I asked.  I didn’t like the sound of that.

Shanice pointed at me and covered her mouth, tittering mockingly at me.  “Check out Connor, he don’t know WHAT the fuck you talkin’ bout.”

“Check this out,” said Jada, pulling out her phone with excitement.  “This a video from last year.  You wanna see me work it?”

She slid over next to me at the table and showed me the video on her phone.  My eyebrows shot up when I saw the tiny images.  Jada was standing in a parking lot surrounded by black teenagers.  She was soaking wet and had her back to the camera, bent over with her hands on her knees.  She had on a thong that completely revealed her buttocks and was doing some sort of gyration and that was making her butt cheeks bounce up and down madly.  In the background a lowrider was bouncing along on it hydrolics, mimicking her dance.  The teenage boys were clapping and cheering and one bold fellow leapt forward and started grinding his crotch up against Jada’s exposed rear as though he were copulating with her from behind.

“Good GOD!  What is that young man doing?” I gasped.  Sweat was beading on my brow as I watched this primal display.

“He trying to pop it,” said Jada with a shrug.  Then she noticed my sweaty forehead and gave me a sly grin. “You like how he doing that?  You want me to teach you how to do that dance?”

“Oh, girl, you bad, you bad,” laughed Shanice.

It was my turn to blush and Molly laughed along with Trevon at my discomfiture.

Jada jumped up out of her chair and started doing the twerk dance with her big rump pointed at my face.  I stared open mouthed for a moment while everyone laughed at the expression on my face.  I could feel my member swelling at the animalistic display by Molly’s shameless coworker.

“Don’t just sit there, get up and get behind me, fool,” scolded Jada, she pulled me to my feet and Shanice gasped when she saw the bulge in my trousers.

“Easy, Jada, Molly’s man got a stiffy for you,” commented Shanice, pointing at my visible priapism.

“That’s what I’m talking bout,” said Jada eagerly.  She made a face at my wife as she turned her back to me and thrust her round buttocks forcefully against my erection, grinding herself insistently against my manhood.  I had to grip her hips to keep from falling over.

“Connor!  I didn’t know you had it in you,” gasped my wife.  She was laughing along but seemed a bit disturbed by the whole situation.

“I don’t, I mean, I’m not,” I babbled, backing away from the playful Jada and covering my crotch with my hands as I dropped hurriedly back into my seat.

“Why I think you enjoyed that,” said my wife in amazement.

‘Sure he did,” laughed Shanice.  “You better watch Jada, she going after yo man.”

“I’m just playing girlfriend,” said Jada primly as she took her seat again.  “But from what I felt back there, I’m guessin Connor keepin’ YOU happy.”  She and Shanice broke out in cackles of laughter while I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat.  Molly tried to force a smile but I could tell she was a little annoyed.

“Anyway, Jada’ll teach you how to twerk,” put in Trevon.  “Call it cultural literacy training.”

“You got a little bikini, girl?” asked Shanice of my wife skeptically.  “I mean a LITTLE one with a thong?”

“Not really,” admitted my wife.

“Well we can take you shopping, I’ll help you pick one out,” said Trevon.

The black women broke out laughing at the expression on Molly’s face when she said, “Um…”

“Don’t be so uptight, girl,” teased Jada.  “He’s gonna see you in it anyway.  EVERYONE is gonna see you in it.”

“Huh, yeah, I guess so,” agreed my wife miserably.  She was normally a modest woman and usually wore very conservative one-piece bathing suits.

“You are going to take my wife bikini shopping?” I asked incredulously.

“Yes, do you have a problem with that?” replied Trevon.  He seemed defensive.  “If I were WHITE would you have a problem with that?”

“Yes, probably,” I affirmed without much hesitation.  “I mean, I’m not really comfortable with this entire idea.  I don’t want my wife putting her breasts on some stranger’s windshield for tips.  It’s not proper.”

Jada made a sour face and put her hand up.  “Check your puritanical privilege please,” she said, clearly pleased by her spontaneous alliteration.

“I don’t want to seem puritanical,” admitted my wife.

And so it was agreed that my charming little wife would participate in this urban youth car wash fundraiser over my stifled grumbling.

Once her coworkers left, I confronted my wife about it.

“Surely you can’t be serious about this, Molly?” I demanded.  I was feeling agitated and was pacing back and forth and waving my arms.

“I’m certainly not thrilled about it, especially getting half naked around my clients.  They are very, uh, excitable young fellows,” she whined unhappily.  “But you heard Trevon.  He considers this a show of cultural competence.  And sensitivity to the cultural norms of the community we are serving is extremely important in social work.  It’s fundamental.”

“Cultural competence!” I spat with disdain.  “Doing a booty dance for a bunch of drooling teenagers and letting them dry hump you from behind is cultural competence? Balderdash!”

“Oh dear,” said my wife, putting her hand on her cheek as she envisioned the scene.  “Well, I know you won’t like it, but it’s just something I have to do,” she said.  “It’s hard enough for me to fit in, being the only white person at the center.  If I make a fuss over this, it will only reinforce my differentness.”  She patted me on the shoulder.  “You know what they say, darling.  When in Rome and all that.”

“Bah,” I complained and headed off to bed.  But as I lay in bed that night, I couldn’t banish the image of my pretty wife in a tiny bikini exposing herself to a bunch of ghetto hooligans from my mind.  And the more I imagined the various scenarios, the harder my penis became until I had to sneak to the bathroom to masturbate as I pictured my wife covered in soap suds while a virile black teenager mounted her from behind and his compatriots cheered him on.  Then I pictured Jada’s tight bum pressed up  against my penis again and I climaxed strongly spurting cum all over the bathroom wall.

I was ashamed of myself but also strongly intrigued by the idea of Molly becoming a shameless exhbitionist.  She certainly did have a wonderful body.  It bothered me too that I was excited by the idea of other men seeing my wife half-naked or worse yet actually grabbing her and trying to hump her.  And they call it a dance, the grind, but it’s really just a shameless pantomime of coitus.  And she has to do it in the name of cultural competence.  I was growing hard again as these thoughts raced through my mind.

The day of the car wash, Molly packed up her tiny string bikini and I drove her over to the youth center.  My wife was nervous and pensive on the ride over, she didn’t say much.  As we pulled into the parking lot where they were holding the car wash, I was taken aback by the scene before me.  There were dozens of black and brown teenagers milling about.  I was frightened by the sea of dark faces before me, I had to admit.  I had never seen so many people of color in one place before and I started to appreciate how they must feel surrounded by white faces all the time.

There were young men twirling big signs shaped like arrows to draw in customers on the corner.  They stood shirtless in the hot sun, showing off their physiques.  As we pulled into the lot, we got a lot of hard, aggressive stares until people recognized Molly and then everyone’s face lit up, all the young men and young women seemed to recognize my wife.  The lot was already half full of big old cadillacs and other ghetto vehicles, hoopties or lowriders or whatever they call them these days.  Young black women in scandalously tiny bikinis were bending dramatically over the cars, spreading suds onto themselves as much as the car while gangs of young thugs stood around hooting, hands on their crotches as they watched.  The girls were really hamming it up, they seemed to love the attention.

“Well, looks like everyone is already having fun,” said my wife.  A DJ booth was set up nearby pumping insanely loud beats from two towers of speakers that had been erected right in the parking lot.

I found a spot at the back of the lot to park the car and we got out.  The smell of marijuana smoke hung strongly in the air.

“That’s pot smoke, isn’t it?” I asked Molly.

“The center has a relaxed attitude toward marijuana during events like the car wash.”  My wife seemed a bit nervous, holding her handbag with her tiny bikini inside.

Jada, Trevon, and Shanice emerged from the crowd and approached us, waving.  I couldn’t help but stare at the shockingly small bikinis the two black women were wearing.  Both women were actually quite pudgy and each had a little pot belly, but their boobs were so big and so boisterous that I hardly noticed.  It was amazing that their tiny tops were able to constrain those bosoms at all.

“My eyes are up HERE, Connor,” teased Jada.  I blushed and my wife laughed weakly, but she seemed in no mood to joke around.

“Molly girl, you look sick as hell,” said Shanice.  “You feelin’ ok?”

“Well, you two are just very comfortable with your bodies, but I, uh, feel really self-conscious.”

“Oh, I know what goin’ to calm your nerves,” said Jada with a wink.  

Shanice and Trevon looked at each other and said “The chronic!” in unison.

“Oh, I really haven’t smoked since college,” said my wife.  She looked at me with trepidation.

“Surely you aren’t suggesting smoking marijuana!” I gasped.  “That’s illegal.”

“Now, now, Connor, technically, this is a grey area give the local and state statutes,” said Trevon.  He took my wife by the shoulder and lead her toward a large tent.  “Come along Molly, you come have a little puff to relax and then let’s get you changed.  Did you bring your bikini?”  My wife held up her bag with a weak smile.  “That’s fine, you’ll feel better once you’ve got a little buzz on.”

I tagged along as the four of them headed toward the tent, I was distracted by the sight of Jada and Shanice’s exposed buttocks as they strutted along in their thong bikinis and a bunch of young black men noticed as well and they were howling out, shouting crude compliments and offers of intercourse.  All these rowdy black people were making me uncomfortable.  I was literally the only white man in the entire crowd of hundreds.

I tried to join the group as they entered the tent, but Jada barred my way.  “Oh no, you gotta wait out here, white boy.  You gonna wreck the vibe up in here.  Molly gots to get changed.”

“But, but, Trevon is in there,” I said.  “My wife can’t get changed in front of him.”

“Why not?” Jada asked me with a laugh.  “Is her booty sacred?  Just relax, you makin’ her more nervous than she needs to be.”  Jada closed the flap and zipped it up and I was left standing there in the parking lot, seething with frustration.

All the black and brown faces that passed gave me malicious stares.  I guess I couldn’t blame them.  They didn’t have much reason to love white men I suppose.  I was starting to fear for my personal safety when I smelled the pungent scent of pot smoke coming out of the tent.

“There you go, baby,” said Trevon in a smooth voice.  “Now take that shirt off and put this bikini on.”

“Uh, maybe could you look the other way?” asked my wife. I could tell from her voice that she was already in a daze from the drug.

“No need to be bashful, girl,” Jada told her.  “Let him see what you got.  He gonna see it all later anyway once you start putting your boobs on the glass.”

“I wasn’t really sure if I was going to do that part,” said my wife.

There was a minor uproar in the tent as everyone started shouting at once.  It seemed that my wife’s coworkers were all browbeating her to get naked and stop stalling.

“Ok, Ok, jeez,” complained my wife.

“OH YEAH,” shouted Trevon.  “Them’s GOOD titties.”

I could feel the blood draining from my face as I realized that my wife’s big black boss was ogling her bare chest in this changing tent.  What nerve!

“Stop IT, Trevon, you are making me blush,” giggled my wife.  She sounded much looser now.  The cannabis was having its desired effect.

“Lemme see that pussy,” urged Trevon.

“Trevon, please, that’s too fresh,” scolded Molly.

“Get out the way, you two,” cried Trevon in annoyance.

“Naw, naw, nigga, you might see that pussy later, but let her have a bit of privacy now,” insisted Shanice.

“Ok, there, she’s changed.  You look good girl, how you feelin’?”  Jada asked.

“I feel really stoned,” laughed Molly.

The tent unzipped and a huge cloud of pot smoke hit me, making me cough.  My wife emerged first, blinking with red bloodshot eyes in the bright California sun.  She was practically naked in her tiny bikini and I nearly choked at the sight of it.  A hoot of excitement when up from the crowd gathered round and my wife was whisked away by a gang of rowdy black teenagers.  She was laughing along as they hustled her toward the car wash area, her pale white skin a stark contrast to their black skin.  I was embarrassed at the way her buttocks were so completely exposed and how her nice breasts were practically spilling out of her tiny top.  But it was certainly a sexually arousing sight and I could feel my pecker growing stiff.

One especially lusty young man took my wife in his arms and tried to kiss her.  He had his own shirt off and his muscular torso shone in the hot sun.  But Jada rescued my wife and pushed the excited youth back with a smile.  

The music changed to just a simple beat and the DJ shouted a greeting to my wife over the loudspeaker.  “Miss Molly in da house.  Give it up, people, our newest counsellor is here to represent at the car wash.  You know her as mild mannered Miss Molly in the classroom, but now we get to see her freaky side.”

Everyone cheered, the young black men were nearly hysterical as they jumped up and down pumping their fists and my wife stood flanked by Jada and Shanice, cringing under all the attention.  She waved awkwardly at the crowd.

“And you know what?  Word on the street was that Miss Molly got some booty on her.  Wazzup Miss Molly, what you got going on?” shouted the DJ.

My wife seemed confused for a moment until Jada took her by the shoulders and turned her around so that the crowd could see her bare white ass.  The hooting and jeering grew to a feverish pitch.

“That looking GOOD, but typical of a white girl, she don’t know how to SHAKE it.”  The DJ teased my wife and everyone laughed as she tried to awkwardly shimmy her gorgeous bare ass from side to side.  “Oh well, we ain’t mad at her, she’s not even DRUNK yet!” Personally, I thought my wife’s bum looked simply marvelous even if she couldn’t twerk like the rest of them.  But then Jada and Shanice bent over to expose their bare black asses.  They were trying to teach my wife how to twerk and their butts started bouncing up and down.  Their spines started undulating in a serpentine motion and I could feel my erection growing even harder from their animalistic display.

Of course the crowd exploded with shouts and a bold young black man came running up and got behind Shanice and started grinding on her.  His erection quickly formed a huge bulge in his shorts and Shanice was shamelessly rubbing her buttocks against the young man’s stiff rod while the crowd cheered and pumped their fists in the air.  She pursed her lips and turned her head from side to side, clearly enjoying the feeling of his manhood pressing against her crotch from behind.

My wife and Jada stopped twerking to watch.  Jada was clapping her hands but my wife just stared open mouthed at the brazen display.  Her eyes were glassy and she seemed stoned.  Another shirtless dark skinned young man came over and put his arm around my scantily clad wife and handed her a big bottle of malt liquor which she took and drank mechanically out of as they watched Shanice getting aggressively prodded by the horny disadvantaged youth.  Molly drank a surprising amount of the liquor and her acquaintance laughed when she handed it back to him empty and motioned for his friends to bring her another.  My poor inebriated wife shakily accepted the next bottle and started chugging away on that one as well.  I was a bit nervous about that, but it would have been impossible to intercede at that point.

Shanice broke away from the young man dry humping her and fanned her face while her grinding partner waved his grotesque erection around for the crowd to see.  Molly was staring at it in drunken fascination and the young man quickly got behind her and started prodding her with it.  The crowd loved this and cheered.  My nerdy wife started twerking again, but this time her awkward movements gave way to a smooth rhythm as she ground herself onto this young hooligan’s boner.  I was quite shocked and aroused at the sight, and I watched with amazement as my wife’s cheeks flushed redder and redder as the young man thoroughly explored her crevice with his dong.

Jada and Shanice were watching my expression with knowing smiles when a bright orange Cadillac pulled in slowly behind my wife and her friends.  To me, it looked quite silly, it’s wheels or rims were much too large for the car and gave it an unbalanced appearance with a very high center of gravity.  Also the paint was a glittery and garish hue.  When a tall black man emerged from the car, a fresh cheer when up from the crowd to greet him.  He was wearing what I can only describe as a “pimp suit” as he waved graciously to acknowledge the crowd.  It was a shiny red material, cut like a zoot suit, with an outlandish hat with a huge yellow feather.  He really looked ridiculous if you asked me, but I suppose I lacked the cultural sensitivity to appreciate such things.

“The BIG DAWG has arrived people,” shouted the DJ over the loudspeakers.   “The boss playa, shot caller, mack daddy of them ALL, SMOOVE WILLIE!”

The garishly dressed pimp tipped his hat to the DJ with remarkable poise.  Jada and Shanice pulled my wife away from her young interlocutor and presented her to Smoove Willie.  The young man took hold of his straining erection and slunk back into the crowd, outmatched by the glamorous pimp.

“Oh my yes, this a FINE looking little car washer, isn’t she,” said the tall man in a surprisingly effeminate voice.  He looked my wife up and down with a critical eye.  “You can wash my car baby.”

Molly stared up at the big man with doe eyes and I grew annoyed.

“He looks preposterous in that outfit,” I complained to Trevon who was standing at my side drinking some sort of purple concoction from a red plastic cup.

“You just don’t understand our culture,” said Trevon dismissively.  “Also, keep your voice down.  Smoove Willie will smack the shit out of you if he hears you talkin’ smack on his threads.”

Jada grabbed a hose and handed it reverently to the pimp.  He immediately turned the hose on my wife, making her squeal in surprise.

“Got to get you nice and wet,” he said.

“That other boy already got me wet,” giggled my wife drunkenly.

Everyone hooted and laughed at that, but I just smiled sickly as Trevon smirked at me.

“Well get to washing,” Smoove Willy instructed my wife.

She picked up a sponge from a soapy bucket of water and bend obediently over his preposterous car, pointing her bare buttocks right at him.  The crowd catcalled her as they enjoyed the view of her ass for a while and then Willie directed a spray right at my wife’s vagina, barely covered by her skimpy thong.  She shrieked again and turned to face him.  The big man adjusted his crotch brazenly.

“Ah, yeah, I think it’s time for you to put those titties on the glass, baby,” he told my wife.

“On the glass, on the glass,” chanted the crowd, in a frenzy now.

Jada came up behind my wife and untied her bikini top without further adieu.  Poor Molly gasped in surprise and held her top over her boobs in embarrassment as Smoove Willie climbed back into his car for the show.   Jada pulled my wife’s top away, and motioned for her to swab Willie’s windshield with her bar bosoms while Willie watched from within.  Molly hesitated at first but then she gave me a strange disoriented grin and proceeded to do as instructed.

“Mmm, yeah,” called the pimp as my wife clumsily rubbed her bare boobs on his soaped up front windshield.  Boys and girls of color were shouting with excitement and crowding closer around Willie’s car to get a better look at my topless wife.  I was nearly choking with shame, but my cock was stiff in my trousers.  Luckily, no one was looking at me.

“Come over here and help me with something in here,” called Willie.  He had the driver’s side window rolled down and motioned to my wife to come closer.

“He got his fly open!” giggled a teenaged girl in front who could see into his car.

“Now hold on, that’s going too far,” I cried, but Trevon just put his hand on my shoulder.

“Now now, this is all just part of the fun,” he cautioned me.

I watched in shock as my wife stuck her head in the window and gasped.  “It’s so big!” she cried.  Everyone had a good laugh at that.

The next thing I knew she was bent over, with her entire upper body inside Willie’s car, here head bobbing up and down in his lap.

“She sucking it, she sucking it!” cried the girl in front.

“I’m sure she’s not, it’s a just a game,” Trevon assured me with a shake of his head.

“But uh, she is topless there,” I stammered.

“Well that can’t be helped,” he told me with a shrug.

“Ok, come on, you get in the backseat,” grunted Willie after a moment.  His voice was growing deeper and more guttural, stripped of it’s effeminate lisp.

My wife pulled her head out of the car and blinked at the crowd, blinded by the bright sun while her luscious tits bounced for all to see.

“Quite nice breasts,” commented Trevon, taking a sip of his purple drink while young black men took pictures of my wife’s bare chest with their phones.  Shanice opened the back door of the Caddy while Jada helped my wife climb in.  Willie came out of the driver’s side with his bare cock in his hands and I had to admit, it was an impressive member.  The crowd was in a frenzy as he climbed into the backseat on top of my wife, her pale white legs splayed to either side.

“I think my wife is a little too drunk for this,” I gasped, pushing forward through the crowd.  But Jada stopped me and held me back from interfering.

“Naw, naw, just let her have some fun with Willie,” she told me.  “Best not to watch, you might get an inferiority complex.”

But I did watch, and so did the teeming crowd of disadvantaged youth.  We saw the back of Smoove Willie’s garish suit as he pumped up and down and my wife groaned and begged him to fuck her deeper.  She was really quite shameless.

“See, she likes it,” Jada told me smugly.

“Oh god,” I said, tried to hide my erection.  I couldn’t believe this was happening to me, but there would be plenty of video footage on vine later to review judging by the number of kids recording the event.

Soon Smoove Willie had emptied his load inside my woman and he got out and thrust his arms into the air triumphantly to cheers of adoration from the crowd.  The young fellow who had been grinding on my wife earlier quickly took his spot and soon the entire car was rocking back and forth on it’s suspension as the younger man humped her enthusiastically.  I head Molly’s signature whimper as she climaxed and my gut twisted with jealousy while my face burned with shame.

I suppose a few other fellows had a crack at my wife, it all sort of passed in a daze.  At one point she was paraded totally nude and covered in cum through the barbarous crowd like some sort of pagan offering to the fertility goddess.  Shanice hosed her down and helped her put her bikini back on and somehow she and I were back in our car together and driving slowly out of the lot past the hooting heathens who pounded the hood in merriment as we went by.

Molly was barely conscious and I was numb with shock.  

“Well, so much for cultural sensitivity training,” she told me with a smile before falling asleep in her seat.

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Your Wife Lets Your Rival Squeeze Her Tits

By Gustav Jorgenson

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

 

You and some friends are drinking one at your house one night. You are all feeling pretty loose when you wife comes in with another tray full of beers for you.

“Here you go boys,” she says cheerily as she sets down the tray. “Don’t bother to invite me to join you anything.”

Your buddies all laugh, and you join in weakly, but you don’t like the way they are looking down the front of her dress as she bends down to put the tray on the coffee table.

“Come over here and sit with us,” says Bob, a guy you know from work. He’s more of rival than a friend. You are always trying to outdo each other, but he’s friends with your other pals, so you invite him over sometimes. It annoys you how he looks your wife’s body over as he moves over to make room on the couch for her.

“Why thank you Bob, at least there is one gentleman among you,” says your wife teasingly.

Your friends react by teasing you in turn. “Whoa,” “Oh, boy, you heard, that, Jim?”

You just roll your eyes and lean over to grab a beer for yourself.

“Thank you for bringing us more beer, darling,” you say sarcastically, tipping your beer at your wife.

“You are welcome, dear,” she says primly as she helps herself to one.

You all resume chatting for a while but Bob keeps looking over at your wife’s boobs. They do seem rather jiggly this evening and you are enjoying the view but wish Bob would stop looking at them.

“Jennifer, can I ask you a personal question?” he asks your wife, shooting you a devilish glance.

“Sure, Bob, I don’t see why not,” she says casually, recrossing her legs and tossing her foot playfully.

“Are you wearing a bra right now?” he asks, suppressing a smile.

You wife blushes furiously, and quickly crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously as your buddies break out in nervous laughter. A couple of your friends look over at you apprehensively. It’s no secret that you and Bob are always competing with one another.

You keep your cool and just smirk at Bob, “Ha ha,” you say in a deadpan voice.

Your wife looks over at you helplessly, her cheeks flushed bright red. “Well, actually, no, I’m not, Bob. I didn’t think anyone would notice.”

Bob furrows his brow earnestly and gives you wife a look of consternation. “Oh, I’m sorry, Jennifer. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

Your wife relaxes slightly and gives a half-hearted chuckle. “Oh, it’s alright Bob, I guess you boys have had a few drinks and it loosened your tongue a bit,” She lowers her arms hesitantly and Bob watches with interest as her nipples grow hard and poke through the fabric of her dress.

“You’re right, alcohol lowers your inhibitions,” he says, gazing brazenly at your wife’s tits, not bothering to look her in the eye.

She notices his attention and looks over at you with an uncomfortable grimace, but she keeps her arms by her sides and doesn’t bother covering her boobs again.

You scratch your head in annoyance, but aren’t sure how to react.

“So yeah,” says your wife, “What were we talking about again?”

“Your boobs!” laughs your buddy Pete to more laughter. You shoot him a dirty look but he just shrugs an apology and you can see that he is just a little drunk and didn’t mean anything by it.

“Right,” says Bob apologetically, still not taking his eyes off your wife’s rack, “I am sorry I brought them up, but see when I saw that you weren’t wearing a bra, I was wondering if you, uh, wanted us to notice them,” He turns to you and wags his eyebrows at you like Groucho Marx and you have to restrain the urge to jump up and pop him one.

“Oh lord,” gasps your wife with amazement. Then she slaps Bob’s shoulder and breaks out laughing. “Don’t be silly. I am allowed to be comfortable in my own home, aren’t I?”

“And then you bent over and we all got a nice view of your cleavage…” continues Bob shooting you another cocky glance.

“Purely unintentional, I’m sure,” asserts your wife, trying to laugh it off and giving you a significant look.

“Oh, no, don’t apologize, we all enjoyed it, didn’t we boys?” says Bob looking around for support. Your friends just laugh awkwardly and avoid his eyes. Everyone except Pete that is, who is drunk enough to chime in.

“Honestly, Jennifer, I did enjoy catching a glimpse of those gorgeous orbs of yours,” he says with a slight slur and a crooked smile.

“Pete, you’re drunk,” says your wife kindly. “But that’s, uh, nice of you to say, I guess.”

“Let’s change the subject, now, shall we?” you demand coldly, glaring at Bob with hatred.

“Oh yes, please,” says your wife, relieved that you are taking control of the conversation.

“Does it bother you that we like looking at your wife’s breasts?” asks Bob nonchalantly.

You are surprised that he is pressing forward like this and are at a loss for words for a second. “Uh, wouldn’t you be?” you ask.

“Honestly? No, it wouldn’t bother me at all. My wife would just laugh it off, I’m sure,” he says smugly.

“Well I just laughed it off too,” pipes up your wife, squaring her shoulders indignantly. She is subtly thrusting her chest forward as though daring Bob and Pete to look.

“Well that fact that you didn’t wear a bra and bent over to show us your boobs seems to be making your husband nervous,” says Bob, turning to your wife with a smile.

“Now wait a minute,” she laughs, blushing anew. “I wasn’t trying to show anyone anything.”

“I don’t know what your are insinuating, but I have perfect faith in my wife, Bob,” you chime in defensively.

“Jim and I have a very solid relationship,” agrees you wife with a emphatic nod.

“So he shouldn’t mind if you show us your breasts?” he asks archly. “I mean a little thing like that shouldn’t affect your relationship at all.”

“No of course it wouldn’t, but I didn’t intend to show you anything…” insists your wife, looking at him strangely.

“I’d like to see them again,” offers Pete, clearly drunk at this point.

One of you other pals shushes him up and looks apologetically over at you and your wife.

“But it would be no big deal if you were to show us. You could just flash them for us maybe. It’s not like you and Jim would get divorced over it,” presses Bob.

“Wait, are you asking me to flash my boobs for you?” asks your wife with surprise. “Pete’s drunk, but what’s your excuse?”

“I like boobs,” Bob admits with a smile. “I like your boobs,” he adds lecherously gazing at them obviously. You wife giggles in spite of herself and glances at you guiltily.

“Alright Bob, just can it,” you say angrily. You notice a couple of your other friends shifting nervously.

“Maybe we should be going,” says your pal Sam. “I think we’ve all had a few too many. Better call a cab.”

“That’s a good idea, let’s call it night,” you agree with relief.

“You have an amazing body, I’m sorry if it makes you nervous for me to tell you,” says Pete drunkenly taking your wife’s hand.

Jennifer just laughs and let’s Pete kiss her hand. “Pete, you are normally a perfectly polite and respectful guest. I promise not to tease you about this once you have sobered up,” she says with a twinkle in her eye.

“Perfect, now why not pull them out real quick so we can get a better look,” says Pete gesturing clumsily at her chest.

Sam leaps to his feet and guides Pete back to his seat shaking his head at you in amazement.

“You are going to be really embarrassed in the morning, Pete,” you say with resignation. “I promise not to tell your wife about it, though.”

“Jeez, you guys are making me self-conscious,” says your wife touching her bosom gently. “I can’t just go flashing my chest for other men while my husband is sitting right there…”

“Well I hope you wouldn’t do it even if I was in the other room,” you laugh which makes her lower her eyes and blush an even deeper red.

“Well, let her do what she wants,” says Bob. “She didn’t come out here bra-less for nothing,” he says looking her over lewdly.

“I don’t know what you are suggesting,” says your wife primly.

“You want to show us, you knew we could see down your dress when you bent over like that. Don’t be coy, we are all adults here. Go ahead and show us if you want to. We certainly don’t mind seeing some beautiful breasts,” says Bob matter-of-factly.

“Bob, you are such a prick, do you know that?” you say.

“Can’t you see that this is making my husband angry?” says your wife uncertainly.

“Wait, it’s making me angry? Aren’t you offended by all this?” you ask her, startled at her attitude.

“Well, not really. Boys will be boys and all that,” says your wife with a wry grin. “I just don’t want you to get upset,” she says.

“You mean that you would show them your tits if it didn’t bother me?” you ask incredulously.

“Well of course not, I see that it would bother you,” she says quickly, biting her lip nervously.

Bob just watches your interaction with interest as Sam hurriedly fishes out his phone and starts calling a cab.

“You aren’t answering the question. You seem to be saying that you would gladly flash your boobs for these guys if I agreed to it,” you demand.

“She did bend over and offer a nice view already…” mutters Bob.

Your wife slaps his shoulder in exasperation. “Shush now, you are making it worse.”

“Please answer the question, dear,” you say patiently.

“Ugh. Why are you doing this?” she asks unhappily. “Maybe I would give them a thrill if I thought you wouldn’t mind. Why not? I don’t get much attention from men these days.”

“Oh, I can’t believe that,” says Bob soothingly. “I’m sure men still check you out.”

“Nope,” says your wife, sniffing slightly. “I honestly feel invisible around men most of the time.”

“Can we not get into this personal stuff in front of the guests?” you ask uncomfortably.

“You wanted to know,” she snaps at you, upset now. “Would I flash my boobs? Sure I would.”

“Well do it then!” laughs Pete unaware of the tension between your wife and you.

She grabs the top of her dress and stares at you daring you to object.

You just shrug your shoulders, unable to believe that she would go through with it.

But she does. She pulls the top of her dress right down and her soft white breasts come spilling out. She turns and points her erect pink nipples right at Bob.

“Are you happy now?” she asks him.

“Sure,” he says. “May I?” he asks reaching out his hands.

“Do what you want,” she says softly.

You look on in stunned silence as Bob grasps your wife’s tender boobs in his rough hands and pinches her nipples gently.

“You wife is an outstanding hostess,” Bob says to you as he fondles your wife’s knockers and smiling crudely.

You jump up and rush over to intercede, but he quickly withdraws his hands. Your wife flips her top back up and gives you a frightened stare.

“Get the fuck out!” you shout at Bob, pointing to the door.

He stands abruptly and holds his hands up defensively. “Easy, bud, easy. Just a little drunken tomfoolery. We didn’t mean anything by it.”

Your guests file quickly out of the room muttering awkward goodbyes and your friend Sam puts his hand on your shoulder.

“This won’t seem so bad in the light of day tomorrow,” he says sympathetically.

You nod at him tight-lipped and say nothing.

Once everyone is gone, you turn on your wife angrily.

“What the hell was that all about?” you shriek. “I can’t believe you humiliated me in front of my friends! You know Bob is my rival at work!”

“I know dear,” she says looking at you beseechingly. “Please forgive me. I don’t know what got into me.”

She seems genuinely contrite and upset, so you just let it go and head off to bed, muttering angrily to yourself.

Your wife joins you a few minutes later and you lay in bed together not talking for a while.

She snuggles close to you, but you just lay there coldly, not responding. She reaches over and starts fondling your penis and you grunt reluctantly, but you don’t stop her.

“You know, it was pretty exciting for me to show my boobs tonight,” she purrs in your ear as she fondles your cock.

“That’s nice,” you say grumpily but you can’t hide the fact that your dick stiffens in response.

Your wife notices you getting harder and continues huskily. “Pete and Bob weren’t the only ones looking you know. Sam couldn’t keep his eyes off of them. I didn’t know that I could still have that effect on men.”

“And all you have to do is act a slut,” you say turning to her as she continues working your rod with her hand.

“Well, I’ve been pretty modest my whole life up until now,” she says eyeing you lovingly as she bends over to go down on you.

“Oh shit,” you exclaim with pleasure as she wraps her lips around your shaft and sucks.

She pauses and says. “It really made me wet when Bob fondled my boobs right in front of you. He just grasped them rudely and pinched my nipples while you sat right there.”

“Yeah, I didn’t like that,” you say, but are surprised that your cock gets even harder as she brings it up again.

“Are you sure?” she asks coyly feeling your cock’s reaction.

“Jesus! What are you saying?” you say, avoiding her eyes.

You wife climbs on top of you and slides your throbbing member inside her. It plunges easily into her soaking pussy and you gasp with satisfaction.

“I think you enjoyed that little show tonight,” says your wife as she works herself up and down on your hardon.

You are about to object, but she puts her finger over your lips. “You can’t hide the fact that it aroused you. I think I should invite Bob and Peter over again for another little party. Heck, I should include Sam too from the way he looked at my titties tonight. Maybe I will wear something a little more… intimate.”

“I don’t think…” you start to object.

“Hush,” she says softly. “Maybe I will let them do more than just cop a feel, too,” she says devilishly. And now you are too busy cumming inside her to pretend to complain. She joins you by climaxing herself almost simultaneously, and you wonder how strange it is that this perversion has resurrected your love life.

Your wife gets down on her knees for your rival

continued from “Your wife lets a rival squeeze her tits.”

After that party where you all got drunk and your wife let Bob, your rival from work squeeze her bare boobs, you were surprised at what amazing sex you had with your wife. She realized that her flirting with other guys turned you on. She had joked about inviting them over again but you were surprised when they actually showed up at the door one night.

“Oh, hey guys. I wasn’t expecting you,” you say one night when your friends Pete and Sam show up with a case of beer. Bob is with them and you just glower at him as you let them all in.

“Jennifer said you were having a party tonight,” says Sam with confusion.

“Look Jim, I’m really sorry about what happened last time,” says Bob with an insincere look on his face, holding out his hand to shake.

“Right,” you say tightly, keeping your hands to your sides.

Bob just shrugs and greets your wife. “Hello Jennifer. You look very nice tonight.”

You wife has entered the room wearing a short, low cut dress that shows the tops of thigh high stockings. Her cleavage is hanging out and you notice your guests all looking her up and down from her chest to her shapely legs.

“I’m glad you came, Bob. I hope there are no hard feelings from last time,” says your wife.

“None at all,” he says gazing at her boobs.

“Great, give me a hug then,” she says and then they embrace for a little longer than is appropriate. Bob is running his hands up and down your wife’s back and then gripping her tightly against his body. She looks over his shoulder at you as she hugs him and give you a devilish wink, then she pinches his ass.

“Whoa, easy there.” laughs Bob, slapping your wife on the ass and then releasing her. “Your husband is going to get the wrong impression.”

“Oh, he’s a good sport. He’s doesn’t mind a little harmless flirting.” says your wife giving you a significant look.

Pete and Sam just chuckle nervously and watch your reaction as you press your lips together tightly and glare at Bob with hatred.

You all sit down and start drinking. You have a bad feeling about this. The guys are all checking out your wife’s body and she is giggling flirtatiously and recrossing her legs a lot. It’s turning you on, but you are worried about how far your wife will go.

After everyone has had a few drinks and relaxed a little, Bob gives you a smug smile and says. “You know, Jim, after I felt up your wife’s boobs last time, I was afraid you wouldn’t ever invite me back again.”

“Uh, yeah, let’s put that behind us ok?” says Sam quickly, noting your ire with trepidation.

Pete chimes in. “Come on Sam, don’t make such a big deal about it. Jim’s Ok, right Jim? Just some harmless fun.”

“Well, I think you guys got a little carried away last time, but … yeah. It was harmless I guess,” you say shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

“Oh, don’t lie to your friends, dear. You loved it,” says your wife, slapping you on the knee playfully. “Having other guys pay attention to me reminded him that I might still have a little sex appeal left.”

“Well, well, well. That’s very interesting.” says Bob looking your wife over and rubbing his hands together. “Were you planning on giving him another thrill tonight? That outfit is pretty suggestive.”

You are about to snap a rebuttal when Sam cuts you off. “Now take it easy, Bob,” he says. “I think you’ve got to admit that things did get a little out of hand last time.”

Pete just shakes his head. “Sam, you are acting so holier-than-thou right now. You enjoyed seeing Jennifer’s boobs as much as we did,” he says with a teasing smile.

“Fess up, Sam,” says your wife jiggling her boobs for him slightly.

“Ok, Jenn,” you warn her softly but she just pouts dramatically at you.

‘Shouldn’t I shake my boobs for them?” she asks you innocently.

“Uh, no,” you say, looking at your friends with distrust.

“But didn’t that turn you on a little?” she asks curiously.

“Jenn… can we not talk about this right now?” you say, embarrassment setting in. You can’t believe your wife is putting you on the spot like this.

“Hey Jim, don’t be embarrassed,” Pete tells you good naturedly. “We are all old friends here… well except for you and Bob.” Everyone laughs at that but you just smile ruefully. “But I think it’s probably a common fantasy, wife sharing or whatever. I like it when Susan flirts a little bit.”

“She never let some guy finger her knockers in front of you though, did she?” you blurt out, your heart racing and your member slowly stiffening at the thought in spite of herself.

“No. But that was pretty hot,” he says with a lewd smile.

“Ok, look, I think I see where we stand here,” says Bob standing up. “Jim, you are reluctant about this and probably afraid to come out and admit that your are getting off on it. But it’s clear that your wife wants to play this out a little further, so I am going to help you both out.”

“Oh, yeah, how so?” you ask belligerently.

“Jennifer, would you stand up please?” says Bob.

Your wife gives you a reassuring smile and squeezes your hand before complying. “Ok Bob,” she says standing up and standing in front of him.

“Why don’t you go ahead and take your dress off now?” he says commandingly.

Jennifer starts giggling nervously and looks over her shoulder at you. Your heart is pounding in your ears and your can’t believe that he just came out and said that.

“You can’t just tell my wife what to do!” you yelp.

“I’m just asking,” he says confidently. “Look Jenn, he’s in denial, you are going to need to help him out with this fantasy. Just turn around and I will help you unzip that dress.”

“Oh boy,” says Jennifer. Then she turns to you, “Do you think you could handle this honey?”

“I could handle it,” pipes up Pete excitedly. “Get naked by all means.”

“Jesus, Pete!” complains Sam.

“Well I’m not naked under this, I do have panties on,” says your wife to Pete with a smile.

“But no bra, right?” he says gesturing at her jiggling breasts.

“That’s obvious, isn’t it?” she laughs. “Ok, I know that Jim wants me to do this in his heart but he can’t admit it. Bob had the balls to stand up and ask me to do it. Pete will play along once he’s sauced up enough. But what about you, Sam? I don’t want to freak you out.” She puts her hands on her hips.

“Uh what are you asking?” says Sam licking his lips unconsciously as he ogles your wife’s body, then looking over at you guiltily.

“Do you want me to take my dress off or not?” demands your wife playfully.

“Um, that’s up to you, I guess,” he says, sweat breaking out on his forehead.

“I think I see you getting a stiffy, so I will take that as a yes,” laughs your wife pointing at Sam’s lap.

“Christ, Jenn, are you serious?” you ask, shifting in your seat to hide your own growing boner. This is incredibly erotic, but you just wish Bob wasn’t involved.

“Oh, you’ll be fine,” she says with a dismissive wave. Then she turns her back to Bob unceremoniously and lets him unzip her dress. She looks down at you with her dress unzipped and you can tell she is having second thoughts. You and she share a complex look of guilt, excitement, incrimination, and love. You realize that you will still love her no matter what she does and she seems to sense that.

“Well… take it off,” demands Bob.

“Yes, Bob.” says your wife demurely. Turning to face him and dropping her dress to the floor without further delay. Your wife is standing bare chested in her panties as stockings facing your rival from work while he casually examines her body.

Pete whistles in appreciation and Sam is gasping and gulping at the site of your wife’s bare torso. She does have a wonderful hourglass figure. You are frozen in your chair and don’t know what to do. You cock is throbbing but you also want to jump up and punch Bob in the face. But in some ways this is your wife’s doing, so you just grind your teeth and look on in fascination as your wife exposes her body to your friends.

“Here, turn to the side.” says Bob gently.

Your wife does so and he starts running his rough calloused hands over her soft white belly, then up to her breasts. He pinches her pink nipples slightly, making them stiffen and she looks at him with pursed lips and raised brows, not objecting, just watching his face. He slides his hands back down over her belly, then around to her sides, gripping the tender pale flesh above her hips. She is breathing faster now and the color has come to her cheeks, make her porcelain complexion glow beautifully. Then Bob puts one hand on your wife’s ass and slides the other down the front of her panties. She gasps in arousal and puts her hand over the hand he’s feeling her crotch with.

“You fucker!” you shout and jump to your feet.

“No, no!” says your wife as Bob withdraws his hands from your woman and prepares to defend himself. “Honey, just relax. Sit down,” she says. She is in a state of high arousal and you see both Pete and Sam grabbing their crotches.

“I can’t just sit here and watch this!” you say with animation.

“Yes. You can.” she says, breathing heavily and pushing you back reluctantly back into your seat. “You know you want to see this.” she whispers in your ear. “Let’s do it.”

“Are we cool?” asks Bob, holding his hands up defensively.

“NO!” you say petulantly.

“Yes,” says Jennifer turning back to him with a deep breathe.

“Ok, well, do you want to take your panties off now?” asks Bob looking at your wife’s body hungrily.

“If you say so,” she says submissively. Then she grips her panties by the sides and shimmies them down, bending over to slide them over her hips and down her legs. Pete and Sam are both gaping in amazement at her neatly trimmed bush.

“Turn and show them that ass,” says Bob, gripping his boner through his pants lewdly.

“Ok,” consents your wife. “Do you guys like this?” she asks Pete and Sam, bending over to shake her naked ass at them. They both just stare open mouthed and neither one can say a word.

“My ass left them speechless, dear. Did you see that,” laughs your wife archly.

“Yeah, I see it,” you mumble trying to nurse your own stiffy without attracting attention.

“On your knees, now, please,” says Bob unzipping his fly.

Your wife slowly gets down on her knees and looks up at Bob waiting for his next instruction.

“This is going to far!” you object, but you keep your seat. But Bob and your wife both ignore you.

“I hope no one minds, but I’m going to jerk off now,” says Pete pulling out his cock and stroking it.

Bob pulls his thing out too and puts it right in your wife’s face. She is still looking up at him submissively.

“Do I suck this now?” she asks as the head of his penis brushes her cheek.

“That sounds about right,” says Bob gruffly, his voice thick with lust. Then he takes your wife by the back of the head and pushes his stiff member into her waiting mouth. He grunts with satisfaction as she starts sucking him enthusiastically.

“Oh fuck!” you say in despair, gripping your cock all the while.

“Yeah, she didn’t… need to be asked twice, did she?” stammers Sam looking on in fascination.

“Look how she’s looking up at him.” gasps Pete, fapping away madly. “Like she’s begging him for more.”

“Do you like me, Bob?” asks your wife, pulling his cock from her mouth briefly and looking up at him lovingly.

“Sure, you’ll do,” he says. Then he crams his meat back in her mouth. She resumes sucking with renewed energy and then reaches up and start massaging Bob’s balls. He can’t take much of this and pulls out to shoot a load all over her face. She licks the cum from his head eagerly.

“Look how greedily she licks that cum,” pants Pete, jumping up and approaching your wife. “Sorry, Jenn, do you mind if I blow my wad on you?” he asks desperately.

“Jesus! ok, Pete,” gasps your wife in surprise and within seconds he is shooting his load all over her face. You and Sam just look on mesmerized as Pete further soaks your wife with cum.

“Wow, sorry about that Jim,” he says sheepishly slapping his limp damp phallus against your wife’s cheek playfully.

“Well, I’m not sorry. That was awesome!” says Bob. “I would kiss you Jenny, but I don’t want Pete’s jizz on my mouth. Maybe next time.” Then he zips his trousers up. He comes over to you sitting in your chair and leans over you “I really like the way your wife sucks my cock, so loving, so submissive.” he says with a leer.

And this manages to unfreeze you enough to reflexively smash a fist into his face. He reels back, completely taken by surprise as you stand up as if in a dream. You kick him in the groin smoothly and he goes down on one knee. You reach your arm back to strike another blow, but your wife and Sam restrain you.

Pete has zipped himself up and is helping Bob to his feet. Bob’s lip is fat and bleeding. “Fair enough. Maybe I deserved that. But it was worth it.” he shouts madly with a bloody smile. “Blowing my wad in your fucking wife’s face was worth it.” Pete drags him out the door, shouting apologies over his shoulder.

“Goddamnit, Jim. I was hoping to invite him back to fuck me next time.” shrieks your wife in anger.

Sam turns white at the suggestion and you just slap her numbly right across the face. She grips her stinging cheek in amazement and a tear comes to her eye.

“I can only be pushed so far.” you say shakily. Then you flop back in your chair and put your head in your hands.

Sam mutters his own apologies and lets himself out. Your wife goes to clean up and then returns to the living room and watches you sitting despondently in your chair. After a moment she quietly comes over and lays down on the floor with her legs spread before you, masturbating herself quietly.

“Oh fuck!” you say, looking down at her offering her snatch to you. Then you pull your pants off and climb on top of her. “You win,” you sigh, sliding your stiff member into her hot, waiting pussy.

“Thank you honey, I was so horny from sucking Bob off in front of you, I thought I would burst,” she whispers in your ear as you penetrate her with your throbbing rod.

“You little slut!” you laugh, slapping her thigh playfully. You fuck the shit out of her, pounding her with abandon and she is gasping from an orgasm within minutes. You shoot your own load deep inside her when you feel her cunt tightening around your dick. Then you lay on top of her in exhaustion.

“Do you think Bob would come back to fuck me if we asked him?” she whispers fiendishly in your ear.

“Oh sure, that lip of his will probably only need a stitch or two,” you say and then share a good laugh with your wife.

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Wife’s Rich Friend Needs Oxytocin

By Gustav Jorgenson

Excerpted from “What’s My Wife Doing With That Guy?

 

“Darling, please don’t throw a fit, but I invited Chad over for dinner tonight,” said my wife, coming into the living room where I sat reading.

“Ah, God no!  You know I hate that guy.”  I looked up from my ipad and glared at my wife.

She recognized my annoyance and hastily rushed over to placate me.  “He’s been broken up with Amanda for almost three months now and he’s terribly lonely, darling!” she said, rubbing my back and looking at me beseechingly.

“That guy is such an effeminate whiner, I just can’t stand him,” I said, shifting in my chair so that my wife could reach my lower back better.  “I worked my way up from the bottom and he always had everything handed to him on a silver platter.  That little prick just exudes privilege.”

My wife noticed that I was enjoyed the back rub and seized the advantage.  She dug her knuckles into my lumbar region, making me moan with relief as she worked away the tension from my long day at work.  “Honey, please, I know you don’t care for Chad, but can’t you be the bigger man?  It’s true that he has had a lot of advantages in life because of his family’s wealth, but things aren’t going well for him now.  He is lonely and hurting and needs to be comforted.”

“Let him get comfort from his piles of money,” I grumbled and my wife broke off rubbing my back with exasperation.

“Money isn’t everything you know,” she said.  “Besides, I already invited him and he will be here any minute, so you will just need to suck it up and play nice.”

I groaned as the doorbell rang and my wife sprinted off eagerly to answer it.

Truth be told, I did feel sorry for the poor schmuck once we sat him down and fixed him a drink.  He truly seemed down in the dumps and even though I didn’t care for him much, I started feeling some sympathy for him.  We had a rather depressing dinner together and consumed several bottles of wine before adjourning to the living room together.

“The worst part is that I miss the oxytocin,” said Chad with a pout and giving my wife a pitiful stare.

“Ah, that’s the hormone that is released with intimate contact?” I asked.

“Yes, well, come here and give me a hug then, silly.  I’ll give you some oxytocin,” said my wife standing up and holding out her arms.

“Ok, but we have to embrace for at least 30 seconds to get the full effect,” he said, jumping up eagerly and wrapping his arms around my wife.

I sat watching, gritting my teeth slightly at the sight of my wife putting her head on Chad’s shoulder while they embraced, bodies pressed close together.  I checked my watch so that I could interrupt if he tried to hold onto my wife for too long.

My wife sighed after a few moments and squeezed Chad more tightly.  “Oh, this does feel good, I feel the oxytocin myself,” she breathed.

“Yes, thank you, Anne, it’s been a long time since I was held,” said Chad, bending down to sniff my wife’s hair.

“Ok, time’s up,” I said, tapping my watch impatiently.  I was feeling a little drunk and the sight of my wife and her friend hugging like this was starting to make me jealous

“Shh, honey, don’t be like that,” she scolded.  “I’m enjoying this too.  You and I should hug like this more often.”  She didn’t release him and they continued standing there before me, arms wrapped tightly around one another as I sat seething.

I noticed Chad subtly thrusting his groin against my wife and her cheeks reddened as she cast me a guilty glance.

“I like this, but we need to have more skin touching to get the full effect,” said Chad, pulling away from my wife and starting to unbutton his shirt.

“What?” gasped my wife in surprise, putting her hand on her chest and looking at Chad with a disbelieving smile.

“Yeah, that sounds pretty inappropriate,” I complained, scratching my cheek as he pulled off his oxford, exposing his bare, hairless chest.

“I’m not getting the full effect of the oxytocin because there isn’t enough skin on skin contact,” Chad snapped at me.  He acted as though it was his god-given right to have skin on skin contact with my wife.  “Anne, please, just take your blouse and skirt off, you can leave your underwear on.”

“Oh, I can, can I?” she laughed.  She shot me a look with a devilish glint in her eye.  “How generous of you.”

“Don’t tease me, Anne, this is a difficult time for me, you know that,” whined Chad, stamping his foot petulantly as he unfastened his belt and started taking his trousers off.  “Here, take your clothes off so we can hug with more skin touching.”

“But what about my husband?” asked my wife, looking back at me with trepidation as she began undoing the front of her blouse.

“What about him?” asked Chad with derision.  “He’s sitting right there watching us, what could possibly go awry?”  Chad pulled his trousers off and folded them neatly on the couch.  When he turned to face my wife again we could see his erect penis sticking straight out, straining against his red briefs.

“My goodness, Chad, you have quire an erection there,” said my wife, gazing at Chad’s preposterous hardon with obvious interest.  

“Well, yes, it’s a perfectly natural reaction for me to become erect,” said Chad reasonably as his phallus bobbed up and down, stretching the fabric of his shorts lewdly.

As though encouraged by the sight of Chad’s siff member, my wife pulled her blouse off half-unbuttoned and wriggled excitedly out of her skirt until she was standing before him in her thin bra and panties.  Plenty of skin was exposed now as Chad and my wife faced each other in their underwear.

“Jesus Christ, Anne, are you really going through with this?” I croaked, utterly scandalized by the turn of events, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

“He needs comfort, darling,” said my wife her eyes never leaving Chad’s priapic bulge.

“You are supposed to comfort me, I’m your husband!” I complained, my own penis growing stiff at the sight of my half-naked wife’s pale, sexy body.

“Of course I comfort you all the time, darling,” said my wife, biting her lip as she stared at Chad’s penis.  “But I can comfort my friends too, can’t I?”

“Look at you, you can’t take your eyes off of his johnson,” I said, feeling an odd sense of arousal at how shamelessly my wife was eyeing her friend’s stiff cock.

“Don’t be selfish, Simon,” snapped Chad irritably.  “Now come here Anne, hug me so that our skin is touching.”

“Oh, but Chad, what are we going to do with this penis of yours?” laughed my wife reaching out as though to grasp his dong before stopping herself self-consciously.  “You are going to skewer me with this thing.”

“Don’t worry about that, it’s fine,” he said wrapping his arms around my wife and pressing himself assertively up against her.

“Ow, oh my, Chad, you are poking me right in my, oh dear,” giggled my wife and she reached down and readjusted his thing before wrapping her arms around him.

“Anne, did you just touch his penis?” I yelped, my pulse pounding in my ears and my own cock painfully erect as I watched my wife embrace her friend in her bra and panties.

“No, I mean, well, yes, just a little, I had to move it a little,” she admitted.  She looked back at me guiltily, her cheeks bright red and her eyes shining with excitement.  “It’s really stiff and it was poking me in the belly,” she said.

“Anne, please, stop wriggling, I’m trying to get some oxytocin here,” commanded Chad.

My wife obediently put her head on his shoulder again and Chad gripped her by her hips and thrust his crotch against her.

“Oh, Chad, you are pushing your thing up against my, my, you know,” murmured my wife urgently.

“I know, I know, shush, this feels good,” said Chad softly.  “Doesn’t this feel good?”

“Yes, it feels good,” admitted my wife and I watched helplessly as my wife’s privileged friend asserted his self-appointed rights to her body and prodded her insistently in the crotch with his hard penis.

“What is he?  Is his penis poking against your, uh, vagina?” I croaked, barely able to breathe as I covered my crotch to hide my own erection.  Why was I getting excited by this?  I should jump up and punch this fellow right in the jaw, but instead I just watched in fascination as my wife squeezed him to her tighter and tighter and his hips thrust against hers more and more insistently.

“What? Oh, well, just a little bit, dear, just a little,” she breathed, nuzzling her face against his neck.  “I tried pushing it to the side, but it seems to have a mind of it’s own.”  Chad grabbed my wife in the small of her back as he ground himself against her.

“Take your bra off now, let’s touch chest to chest,” he grunted imperatively.

“Oh no, Chad, that’s going too far,” said my wife breathily.  But she clung to him limply as he unsnapped the back of her bra.

“Now Chad, this really is beyond the pale.  For a man to take the bra off another man’s wife.  I mean, that simply isn’t done,” I chattered, squeezing the erection in my own pants surreptitiously.

Chad just looked at me coldly for a moment before saying simply, “I have needs, Simon.”  Then he tilted his head down and spoke to my wife,”Take your bra off now Anne, press your bare chest against mine.”

My wife released him from her embrace, shrugged out of her bra and tossed it aside as he commanded.  Her bare back was turned to me as she looked up at Simon while he held her at arm’s length and examined her chest.

“Simon, don’t look,” said my wife, casting a furtive glance back over her shoulder at me as I sat gripping my erection through my pants.

“I’ve never seen your bare breasts before, Anne,” he told her.  “I like them.”

“Well, thank you, Chad that’s nice of you to say, but you are making me feel bashful by the way you are staring at my bosom.  And my gosh, don’t touch yourself, that’s so naughty,” gasped my wife, covering her breasts with her hand coquettishly.

“Why shouldn’t I touch myself, Simon is,” sneered Chad, nodding his head in my direction.

My wife turned in shock to see me fingering the bulge in my pants.  I stopped immediately but she had already seen me.  “Simon, my goodness, don’t do that, what example are you setting?”

“You are standing there topless, rubbing your half naked body up against another man and you try to lecture me?” I croaked.

“I’m just comforting him,” she gasped, wagging a scolding finger at me.  “It isn’t sexual.”

“Of course not, now come press your chest against mine,” demanded Chad, gripping his rod brazenly in one hand.

“Alright Chad, but watch where you stick that thing,” said my wife draping her arms around Chad’s shoulders as he reached back and gripped one of my wife’s ass cheeks and thrust his stiff cock against her crotch aggressively.  “Oh, Chad, you are poking me right in the hoo-ha again,” moaned my wife.

“I know that, it feels good when I do that,” he said simply as he grasped my wife’s ass and humped himself against her.  She clung to him as he prodded her, pressing her bare boobs against his sweaty chest and laying her head on his shoulder in an intimate way that made my blood boil and my cock stiffen at the same time.  I was fighting the urge to unzip my fly and stroke myself as this boorish aristocrat had his way with my woman.  “Doesn’t it feel good?” he asked her tenderly.

“It feels good,” admitted my wife, rubbing her breasts against Chad’s chest for emphasis.  “But you are making me a little, um, you know, aroused,” she whispered.

“I’m sitting right here, Anne, I can hear you clearly,” I told my wife.

“I’m sorry, honey, but he keeps poking the head of his penis against my vulva, and it’s making me wet,” she panted.

“I thought you said this wasn’t sexual,” I demanded.

“Don’t be fatuous, Simon,” snapped Chad, pulling away from my wife and pulling his briefs down impulsively so that his swollen phallus came popping out which made my wife coo with admiration.  “Of course it’s sexual.  I haven’t had sex in three months.  I told you, I have needs, just like any healthy man.  I need sex.”

“Three months isn’t that long actually,” I said, trying to sound reasonable.

“Oh, poor Chad, you are sexually frustrated,” said my wife reaching out to grab his bobbing penis.  “Ooh, I can feel how hard you are, you poor man.  You haven’t been with a woman since Amanda left.”

“Please don’t mention that name to me,” said Chad as he grabbed my wife’s bare shoulders and pushed her gently down until she got the picture and dropped to her knees before him.  “Can you fellate me now?” he asked politely.

“Now see here!” I objected weakly, one hand on my crotch.

“I need to use your wife for sex, Simon, I think you understand,” he told me, nodding at the way I was gripping my own dick.

“But that simply isn’t done,” I squeaked.

“He just needs his penis sucked a little bit, dear,” coaxed my pretty little wife, clearly excited by the prospect of sucking Chad off as she fingered his hairy balls with one hand and stroked his stiff shaft with the other.  “Why he hasn’t had a blowjob in months.”

“That’s true,” he grunted as he pushed his purplish glans into her soft, willing mouth before sighing in pleasure.  My wife immediately began sucking fitfully on his member, tickling his nuts with one hand while gripping one of his ass cheeks with the other.

“Oh, your wife has a sweet, sweet mouth, old man,” he said, putting his hands on my wife’s head as she energetically slurped on his gonads.  “Sorry to make a cuckold of you like this, but perhaps you are enjoying this yourself?”

“No, of course not,” I spat, guiltily trying to hide my arousal.

“No, of course not,” he agreed sarcastically.  “Anne, take your panties off,” he commanded and my guts flipped at how eagerly my wife yanked his drawers off for him.  She was practically jumping out of her clothes for him.  “Go bend over and put your hands on your husband’s knees,” he told her casually, stroking his slick member as she leapt up to do his bidding.

“Honey, are you ok?” my wife asked me with concern as she bent down and presented her ass to Chad.  “My gosh, look how hard you are!” she gasped, unzipping my fly deftly and extracting my own erection.  “Chad!” she yelped suddenly as he entered her from behind.  “Don’t surprise me like that!”

“It was no surprise, I can feel how wet you are.  You’ve been ready for this for a while now,” he glowered, gripping my wife by the hips forcefully as he dogged her from behind.

“Sorry, about this, honey,” my wife apologized, turning to look me in the eyes her her hands on my knees as Chad humped away.  I was distracted by the sight of her luscious breasts swinging back and forth from the impact of Chad’s hips against her rear.  “Here, let me…” she grabbed my dick and started jerking it clumsily as Chad fucked her, but she was clearly distracted and wasn’t paying attention to me.  She reached back with her other hand to fiddle with her clitoris and she bowed her head, concentrating on Chad’s dick as he pounded her with it.  I put my hand over hers so that I could jerk myself more effectively and I nearly came when I realized she was shuddering with a climax brought on by Chad’s prong stabbing in and out of her cunt.

“That a girl, that a girl,” said Chad, patting her on the rump proudly.  “Now take this,” he said gently and I realized he was cumming inside my wife.

“Chad, are you shooting your load inside my woman?” I demanded indignantly.

“Shh, shh,” said Anne, turned her attention back to me and engulfing my penis in her mouth greedily.

“Of course, Simon.  It’s no fun unless I plant my seed into your wife’s fertile womb,” he said lightly, withdrawing his sticky schlong from my wife’s pussy as she sucked my cock, her head bobbing up and down frantically.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned as I emptied my load in her mouth.  She slurped up my own seed hungrily and squeezed my penis until I was fully spent.

“Ok, well, I think I see what kind of arrangement we have here,” he said as he dressed himself.  “Until I find a  woman of my own, I will be using Anne for sex and making a cuckold of you, old boy,” he laughed.  “I suspected you were the type and it looks like my gamble paid off.”

“We have no such arrangement, you cad!” I said half-heartedly.

“Oh, listen to yourself, Simon,” said my wife, patting my cheek affectionately.  “No one believes you, darling.  You haven’t even convinced yourself.”  Then she jumped up and threw her naked body into Chad’s arms as he was preparing to leave.

“Ugh, your face is covered in jizm,” he said with disgust, pushing her away.

“But Chad, when will I see you again?” pled my wife, clearly enamored by her new lover.  She wiped her chin hurriedly as he headed for the door.

“Ah, bring some overnight things to the penthouse tomorrow afternoon,” he said loftily.  “Simon, do you want to come and watch in person or should I just video record it for you to watch later?” he asked languidly.

“Fuck you, Chad,” I spat, watching as my wife gazed into his eyes lovingly.

“Video then, no problem, cheerio all,” he said happily and was gone.

“I wish you wouldn’t swear at him like that dear, it’s rather common of you,” said my wife as she began tidying up the living room in the nude.

 

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Wife Tries Prostitution

By Gustav Jorgenson

Excerpted from “Slut Wife, Happy Life

My wife Vera and I were driving home from the bar one weekend night and as we approached the on ramp she noticed a pair of young women loitering there under the overpass.  

“Harold, look at those women!  I think they are prostitutes,” gasped Vera craning her neck and slowing the car.  She always insists on driving. That’s just how she is.

I scratched my cheek nervously as I looked the women over.  They weren’t really dressed the way I imagined prostitutes to dress.  They  weren’t wearing garters or stockings or anything, just simple sweatpants and halter tops.  But it was strange to see two unaccompanied young women hanging out in this dark deserted place.  “I don’t think so honey,” I said skeptically.

Vera got that devilish look in her eye that she always gets when she wants to tease me.  “I’m telling you, Harry, these are real prostitutes.  Do you want me to hire one for you?  What would you prefer, a handjob or a blowjob?”  My wife cackled with drunken laughter as she pulled the car over near the women and rolled her window down.

I just shook my head and tisked dismissively but my stomach dropped when both girls eagerly came forward and leaned in the window.

“Hey mama, wazzup?  You like to party?” asked one of the girls.  She was a white girl with an inch of dark roots showing beneath her poorly bleached and frizzy hairdo.  Her makeup was simply atrocious.  Her blue eyeliner made her look like a clown.

Vera giggled with excitement.  “How much for a blowjob for my husband?”

“Vera!” I gasped in shock.  I couldn’t believe she was doing this.

“Ten dollars,” put in the other girl with a shrug.  She was hispanic or maybe part black with huge lips and a mass of black curly hair.

“For 15$ we could both suck it,” offered the white girl.  She looked at her companion and rubbed her nose.

“Sure,” agreed the darker girl giving me a coldly calculating stare.  “That guy don’t look like he would take too long.”

Vera broke out laughing as my face burned with shame.  “You’ve got that right, girl.  You’ve got that right for sure.  He’ll probably cum before you get his peter out of his pants.”

“Vera stop it!” I choked.  I didn’t appreciate being humiliated in front of street whores like this.

“She’s got your number, Harry, you can’t deny it.  She has the eye of a professional,” said my wife.  She rummaged in her purse and pulled out a twenty.  “Here, all I have is a twenty,” said my wife, handing over the bill to the brown girl.

“We can make change,” said the white girl.  She hurriedly reached down the front of her shit and pulled out a wad of cash.

“No no, you can keep the change,” said my wife.  She eyed the woman’s wad as the whores traded a ten for the twenty so they could split the loot.  “That’s quite a take, did you make that all tonight?”

The white girl flashed her roll of bills proudly.  “Wouldn’t you like to know?”  Then she tucked the cash back between her breasts.

“I would like to know, I think this is all very fascinating.  Do you have a pimp?”  My wife’s eyes were shining with excitement.

The girls exchanged a worried glance but said nothing.

“What’s the matter?  Are you afraid we are police?  I assure we aren’t,” said my wife with concern.  “I’m just curious.”

“Ah no, mama, we know all the police, that’s cool,” said the hispanic girl.  “We just don’t like to talk too much, you know.  We just do our thing and you can split.”

“Whatever, Yo-yo, she’s cool, I can tell,” said the white girl.  She turned chattily to my wife.  “Down here, we don’t need no pimp.  This is po-po’s corner, so we just pay our tax and we cool.”

I was confused for a moment as parsed out her meaning. “You don’t mean that you pay the police?!” I gasped when I finally understood her.

“He’s pretty stupid, huh?” the hispanic girl asked my wife.

“Well, yes, about some things,” admitted my wife.  She turned to face me.  “You must have seen the news about police corruption in Oakland, haven’t you dear?”

“Let’s just suck this dude off and get on with it,” sighed the hispanic girl.  And the two young women came around to my side of the car while my wife rolled down my window.

“You can’t be serious about this!” I objected to my wife.

“Oh, stop being such a prude,” admonished my wife.  “Why I think this will be incredibly exciting.  Most husbands would jump at the chance to get their penis sucked by a strange woman after 20 years of marriage to the same old bag.”

“You’re no old bag and you know it,” I said.

“What’s the matter, poppi?  Don’t you like boobies?” asked the hispanic girl.  And then she lifted up her shirt and stuck her brown nipples right in my face.

It was pretty shocking.  I had these big round, soft, brown breasts smushed into my face while the girl giggled.  She grabbed the back of my head to keep my face pressed against her chest while the white girl leaned her whole torso into the car and and started unzipping my fly.

“He’s hard already,” said the white girl with satisfaction as she extracted my penis.  “Not much more than a mouthful though,” she joked and my wife laughed along.

“Mmmph,” I complained, but I couldn’t see anything with the big brown titties in my face.

I felt the white girl’s hot wet mouth on the tip of my cock and I nearly came right then.  It was pretty kinky.

“Here, hold her boobs honey, that will help you,” coaxed my wife and she took my hands and put the white girls exposed breasts into the palm of my hands while the whore sucked me harder and harder.  I have to admit, it was more than I could take and I immediately climaxed, spurting my modest load into the girl’s greedy mouth.

“Wow, that’s it?” giggled the girl.  The brown boobs were removed from my face and the white girl opened her mouth to show my wife the cum on her tongue before turning and spitting it out on the road.  She and her pal had their tits tucked away in a jiffy and started walking away, laughing as they went.

“Wow, that was hot,” panted my wife.  I noticed that she had her skirt bunched up around her waist and was touching herself.  “I’m going to get a lot of mileage out of this during my nightly rub session.”

“I feel… odd,” I said as I wiped my limp penis off with my handkerchief.

“I want to try that,” said my wife hoarsely.  Her cheeks were flushed.

“What, suck my penis?” I asked nervously.  It was still tender.  “I need time to recover, dear.”

“No, you fool, the hooking, the prostitution,” she said watching the girls as they resumed their positions on the corner.  “To just pleasure a complete stranger for cash and then walk away.  That was a fantasy of mine when I was a young girl.”

“Come on,” I chortled.  “Now you are really going too far.”

“Oh, please, you are such a milquetoast sometimes.  Where is your sense of adventure?  Wouldn’t you find it kinky to watch me sucking off some random guy in his car for a ten dollar bill?  It would be simply WILD!”

“You’ve clearly lost your mind.”

“Oh my god, our sex life has gotten so BOOORING!  I’m sick of it.  We need to spice things up a little.  Here, give me your wallet, I want to buy some information from these girls.”

I reluctantly offered up my billfold and Vera snatched it from my hand.  She jumped out of the car and walked purposefully toward the two prostitutes.  I got out myself and followed, hoping in vain to talk some sense into my lustful wife.

“No refunds!” said the hispanic girl as my wife approached.

“No, no, everything was fine, I just want to ask you two some questions,” said Vera.  She held up my wallet invitingly.

“Bitch, I’m here to work, not to gab,” sneered the brown girl.  I could tell she didn’t like my wife.

A beat up pickup truck pulled over and a brown faced mexican fellow leaned out his window and whistled at the girls.  The hispanic girl went running to greet him, but the white girl hesitated.  She bit her lip and looked back and forth between my wife and the John.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” assured my wife.  She pulled out a couple of twenties and the white girl’s eyes went wide.

“Holy shit, mama, I’d eat your snatch for that much, and I don’t even go that way,” gasped the girl taking the money and tucking it away quickly.

“Uh, no,” said my wife.  “I’m not interested in that.  I just want to know how this all works.  How do I turn tricks?”

The white whore laughed in her face.  “The fuck you talking about, lady?”

“What’s the matter, do you think I’m too old?” asked my wife.  She pulled at her temples self-consciously like she does at home when she contemplated getting a facelift.

The white girl looked confused.  “No, I mean, you look better than half the bitches out here who half your age, you got that tits and ass too,  but it’s just….” The girl wrinkled her brow.  “You a classy lady.  You got a husband…”

“You saw my husband’s dick,” laughed my wife.

“Hey now!” I complained.  But it was hard to be angry since I was still experiencing that post-orgasm glow from all the boobs and sucking I had been given.

“Well you got a nice car,” objected the girl.

“It’s not for the money,” explained my wife.  “I need excitement in my life.”

“Bitch, you crazy,” laughed the white girl.  “You think this shit is EXCITING?  Sucking some smelly old nutsacks for a ten?”

“Ahh, ahh,” cried the mexican in the truck and I turned to see the brown girl bouncing up and down on his lap in the cab of his truck.

“Just watching her is making me wet,” said my wife.

We all turned and watched as the brown girl brought her trick to climax and then she deftly slipped out of the truck and pulled her sweatpants back up.  He John was smiling groggily as he put the truck in gear and pulled away.

“Jose make me work it tonight,” said the hispanic girl, rubbing her rump ruefully.  “Why this crazy white bitch still here?”

“She so crazy, she wants to turn some tricks for fun,” said the white girl pointing to my wife.

The hispanic girl looked my wife over critically.  “Turn around,” she commanded.

My wife turned and showed her rear to the saucy young whore.

“Damn she got some ass,” admitted the harlot.  “But you can’t whore in that office outfit.  You need easy access, hoe!”  She pulled her waistband with a snap.

“Oh, so that’s why you wear the sweatpants,” said my wife thoughtfully.  “It’s not very flattering, though.”

“These niggas that come down here for pussy don’t give two fucks for flattering,” laughed the hispanic girl.

“Ok, but I don’t want to go home and change, I might lose my nerve,” said my wife, biting her lip.

“Come on, this is preposterous,” I said.  I took my wife by the elbow and tried to lead her back to the car but she dug in her heels and slapped my hand away.

“Get your hands off me, Harold.  I am DOING this,” hissed my wife.  She was angry enough to make me recoil in shock.  “You haven’t satisfied me in the bedroom in YEARS!”

“Vera you are drunk,” I sighed.

“Yes, I am,” she admitted.  “But I wouldn’t have the guts to try this sober.  Now will you just calm down and let me do this?  It’s an experiment.  It might save our sex life.  You owe it to me.”  She was on the verge of tears at this point and I honestly felt guilty for my lack of sexual prowess.

So I sighed and rolled my eyes.  “Ok, ok, you will probably chicken out if you actually get propositioned anyway.”

Vera hugged me and turned to the white girl.  “Ok, now what do I do?  Do we just wait for the next customer?  What do I say?  This is so exciting!”

“Look, let me do the talking.  We’ll tell the tricks that hubby is your pimp if anyone asks,” said the pale girl with her clownish makeup.  She held her finger up and then went and rummaged in a crumpled paper bag sitting by one of the freeway support pylons.  When she came back, she was holding a handgun.  I nearly jumped at the sight of it, but she came right over to me and stuck it in the waistband of my pants.

“Is this really necessary?” I gasped.  Things were getting a little more serious than I hoped.

“Try not to piss yourself, but things can get a little sketchy down here,” said the young whore.  She pulled my jacket closed and patted me on the cheek condescendingly.

“Oh look, it’s El Hefe and and a couple of his boys!” shouted the brown whore excitedly.  “El Hefe might like a shot at a rich lady for once.”  A king cab pickup full of Mexicans pulled up to curb and a jolly looking fellow with fat face and sparkling eyes leaned out the driver’s side window.

“Que pasa, bitches?  You busy?” shouted El Hefe.

“Let me handle this, Yo-Yo,” hissed the white girl to her friend.  Then she motioned for El Hefe to get out and join us on the sidewalk.

The fat man obliged, climbing out and hitching up his jeans clumsily as he ambled over.  A couple of his pals jumped out as well.  They looked like a landscaping crew from the way they were covered in dirt.

“Wazzup Hefe, we gots a new girl for you tonight.  She a classy callgirl fallen on hard times, needs to make a quick buck,” said the white girl motioning to my wife.

Vera blushed and waved at the men bashfully.

“For reals?” asked El Hefe skeptically.  “She sure don’t look like no whore.”

“A callgirl don’t have to dress like a whore, dumbass,” the brown girl told him.  His pals broke out laughing at the insult, but Hefe just smiled good naturedly.

“And who that, then?” he asked, pointing to me.

“That’s her pimp,” said the white girl confidently.  All the men broke out laughing again.

“I slap down that little bald white man with a quickness,” chuckled El Hefe.

“He’s packing,” sniffed the brown girl.

“Yes, I’m afraid I am,” I told the crew leader.  I opened my jacket and smiled at the Mexicans with embarrassment as I showed them the firearm in my waistband.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” said El Hefe in amazement.  “What you all trying to pull, Yo-Yo?”

“Ask Sheila!” said Yo-Yo, pointing to the white girl.

“Come on now Hefe,” said Sheila.  She took my wife by the hand and lead her closer to the landscapers.  “When’s the last time you had a crack at some fine ass pussy like this?  Show them your titties, mama.”

My wife blanched at the suggestion, but then she smiled nervously and started fumbling with the buttons of her silk blouse.  The Mexicans looked on hungrily as my wife got her blouse undone and pulled it open to show them her bosoms encased in her lacy white bra.

“She real fancy,” admitted El Hefe, fingering his crotch.  “Take the bra off, let’s see them bad boys.”

Vera gave me a look of trepidation, but I just shrugged nonchalantly.  The gun was making me feel powerful and I was relishing my wife’s chagrin.

Sheila wasn’t allowing any hesitation though and she effortlessly unhooked the front of my wife’s bra and let her pale white orbs spill out.  The crew was delighted and started giving catcalls and shouts of arousal.

“Look at these nice pink nipples, Hefe,” said Sheila, talking up my wife’s goods.  “They look tasty, right?”

“Yeah,” said Hefe. His mouth was hanging open as he and his pals ogled my wife’s bare chest and I could feel my member swelling in my pants at the sight.  I never thought I would be aroused to see my wife put on display for manual laborers under an overpass, but it really was kinky.

“Now show them that ass, mama,” coaxed Sheila, turning my wife around brusquely and lifting her skirt.

“Oh boy,” said my wife.  She was facing me with her rear pointed at the landscapers when her eyes widened in shock as Sheila pulled her panties right down to her ankles.  The Mexicans gave a fresh shout of appreciation and Yo-Yo was tittering into her hand.

“Yeah, I’ll tap that,  how much?” said Hefe, stepping forward and unzipping his fly.

“One hundred dollars!” shouted Sheila triumphantly.

“Get the fuck outa here!” cried Hefe.  He was frozen in his tracks with his stiff prick in his hand.

“Don’t you think I’m worth it?” asked my wife with a pout as she wiggled her bare round rump at the chubby Mexican man.  She was starting to get into the swing of things now.

“Baby, you clean, but a hundred dollars buys a LOT of skanky pussy,” said Hefe.  He was absently stroking his rod as he admired my wife’s naked ass.

“I ain’t that skanky, Hefe,” complained Yo-Yo stamping her foot.  She was clearly jealous of the impression my wife was making.

“Lookit this pink,” said Sheila.  My wife gasped again as the brazen white whore reached down and actually spread Vera’s labia so that the Mexicans could see the pink of her vagina.  Sheila hesitated.  “She’ll do two for that much.”

“I will?” asked Vera.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine, don’t worry,” whispered Sheila.  

The mexicans were conferring amongst themselves now, pooling their cash.  A moment later Hefe and a tall skinny fellow with bad acne stepped forward with a fistful of bills.  Sheila snatched the dough and then stepped aside.  “Have at her,” she said with a flourish.

Hefe practically pounced on my wife from behind.  He prodded her right in the ass with his stiff dong and gripped her bare boobs in his hands while he gnawed hungrily on Vera’s long white neck.  She cried out in surprise and then started whimpering and moaning in passion as the burly Mexican pinched her stiff nipples with his rough calloused fingers.  The tall fellow came around in front of my wife and bashfully unzipped his pants.  Vera gaped in amazement at the size of the erection that came popping out.  It was truly a massive piece of meat, but the poor fellow really seemed embarrassed as he asked my wife to suck it for him.

My own erection was stiff again as I watched Hefe bend my wife over so he could insert his cock into her from behind while the tall guy put his huge swinging dong in front of her face.  Vera grabbing that big tool and wasted no time getting it into her mouth.  She started sucking and slurping on it hungrily, making little moans and humming back in her throat with pleasure.  Meanwhile Hefe with sweat pouring down his face, was gripping my wife’s hips so hard his knuckles were turning white as he pumped away, dogging her from behind.  I pulled out my own meager pecker.  I didn’t care about anything at that point.  I started stroking it shamelessly as I watched my wife being violated by these peasants.  It was very arousing.

The tall mexican bent down to cup my wife’s swinging udders in his hands and it helped him cum.  He pulled his thing out of my wife’s mouth and blew his wad all over her face, spurt after hot spurt, coating her cheeks with cum as she licked his head hungrily, coaxing him on.  A moment later Hefe gave a loud grunt and ground himself desperately as he clung to my wife’s ample rear.  He looked like a little chihuahua humping a fine poodle as he emptied his load into my tall graceful wife from behind.   

The sight of the little brown man pumping his sperm into my wife made me cum again, but I didn’t have much left since I had just ejaculated minutes before, so there was only a tiny dribble.  Still it was satisfying.  I actually felt really elated to see my haughty wife brought so low, fucked like a common street whore.   The Mexicans, for their part, edged awkwardly away and climbed back into their truck and were gone without further adieu.

“Oh my gosh, that was fucking intense,” panted my wife as he dabbed at the jizm on her face.  “I came like three times, Harry!  Did you see the size of that boy’s cock?  It was amazing! I couldn’t get enough.”  My wife was struggling to get her panties pulled back up.  So I went and helped her arrange herself, pulling her skirt back down as she wrangled her big boobs together and got them back inside her bra.

“I think I should get a cut,” said Sheila, handing my wife back a portion of the bills. “Twenty percent!”

“That’s fine, dear,” said my wife.  “You can keep it.”

“No bitch, you EARNED that shit,” insisted Sheila, thrusting the bills toward my wife.

“Well, then, give that to my pimp,” laughed my wife.  Vera was taken aback by the girl’s intensity.  

Sheila gave me the damp bills and I gave her back her gun which she quickly re-deposited in the shopping bag a few yards away.

“My first ill-gotten gains,” chuckled my wife as we headed back to the car.

“Pleasure doing business with you, mama!” Sheila called, waving gayly.  “Come back anytime you want to earn some cash.”

And my wife did too.  Every couple of weeks she would get drunk and we would go sell her ass under the overpass with Sheila and her compatriots.  We started to think of it as a public service as well when we convinced Yo-Yo to re-enroll in community college and got Sheila into a meth rehab program.  Our sex life improved dramatically as well.  I found it incredibly arousing to re-imagine my wife’s whorish exploits as we had sex in our own bed.

Of course there were some disturbing moments as well.  That time when Vera had to service six corrupt policemen at gunpoint was pretty terrifying for me.  Though she claimed that she had more orgasms that night than ever before.  Also, I did find it pretty humiliating the week when my rival from work showed up and took my wife away to fuck at his apartment with several of his goonish pals.   And really, posting those pictures on Facebook was really gauche on his part, I must say.  Still, overall, my wife’s prostitution experiment has proven to be a stunning success.

Gustav Jorgenson’s cuckold stories:
NEW! Slut Wife, Happy Life: Naughty Wife Tales, also availabe as an audiobook.
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 “What’s My Wife Doing With That Guy?” Audiobook

Wife Strips for a Stranger in Front of her Husband

By Gustav Jorgenson

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

Joshua was sitting in his living room reading on his iPad when his wife Eleanor walked in with a tall, broad shouldered man with chiseled features whom he didn’t recognize.

“Oh, hello dear, let me introduce my friend, Roger,” said Eleanor. She pushed Roger forward toward and he hesitantly approached Joshua and extended his hand.

Joshua stood up hastily and shook the stranger’s rough, callused hand. “Oh, hello, I am Joshua, Eleanor’s husband.” He gave his wife a questioning glance, but she just shrugged noncommittally in response.

“Right, yeah, I see,” said Roger, scratching his head in confusion.

“Come sit on the couch with me, Roger,” suggested Eleanor, sitting down and patting the place beside her. Roger gave Joshua a strange worried look before joining Eleanor on the couch.

“So, uh, I thought you were just going to coffee with your girlfriends,” said Joshua to his wife.

“Yes, I did and then Roger came up and started flirting with me,” said Eleanor, looking at Roger intensely.

“You know, I didn’t know she was married,” stammered Roger, holding up his hands defensively.

“You didn’t see my rings?” asked Eleanor, holding up her hands to show both her large diamond engagement ring and her more modest gold wedding band.

“Well, you know,” said Roger, shifting in his seat uncomfortably and not offering anything further.

“Ok, well, as long as it’s understood now that Eleanor’s spoken for, then I guess all is forgiven,” said Joshua. He gave his wife a strange look. Why would she bring a man who flirted with her home like this?

“Right, so I am just going to take my clothes off now, then,” said Eleanor, standing up and unbuttoning her blouse casually.

“Wait, what?” exclaimed Joshua in shock.

“Roger said that he couldn’t wait to get me home and see me naked,” sniffed Eleanor, laying her blouse neatly on the arm of the couch.

“Yeah, ok, but you know, I thought we would uh, do that in private,” Roger trailed off, looking at Joshua guiltily.

“I don’t see why my husband shouldn’t watch,” laughed Eleanor lightly. “I mean he has seen be naked plenty of times,” said Eleanor, unsnapping her bra and releasing her round white orbs.

“My god, darling, what are you doing?” cried Joshua, his heart pounding as he and Roger gazed at Eleanor’s generous breasts dangling down while she bent over to pull her jeans and panties down to her ankles together.

“Look, buddy this wasn’t what I had in mind,” said Roger apologetically.

“Why, are you unhappy with the results?” asked Eleanor evenly as she stood nude before the stranger and gestured at her shapely figure.

Roger ran his eyes up her body from her pale, well formed legs, to her dark, neatly trimmed bush past her wide hips and narrow waist to her pendulously swinging boobs and said nothing. He just fingered the stiffening bulge in his pants and then cast a wary glance over at Eleanor’s husband who sat gaping like a fish out of water.

“Eleanor, you can’t just strip naked in front of a stranger like this,” said Joshua reasonably, struggling to remain calm as he contemplated his wife’s perfectly formed buttocks.

“Shh, shh, don’t be so old fashioned,” she said, plopping down next to Roger and nonchalantly unzipping his fly.

“Wow, are we really going to do this in front of your husband?” asked Roger in surprise as Eleanor extracted his long, stiff penis from his pants and started stroking it.

“Why, does that bother you?” she asked, looking up at Roger as she jerked up and down on his cock. “I can stop if this freaks you out.”

“No, no, keep going,” he said. He reached over and cupped Eleanor’s soft luscious breasts in his hands and raised a querulous eyebrow in Joshua’s direction as he weighed her lovely melons in his hands.

“Who cares if it freaks him out? It’s freaking me out, Elly!” gasped Joshua as he watched his naked wife giving a handjob to a strange man on the couch while he groped her tits. Joshua winced as Roger started fingering and pinching Eleanor’s perky pink nipples making her coo with pleasure. His gut was roiling with confusion but his penis stiffened at the sight.

“Hold that thought, darling,” said Eleanor, looking over her shoulder at her husband and then lowering her head to engulf Roger’s blood engorged glans between her moist red lips.

“Oh shit, Elly,” exclaimed Joshua as he watched his wife’s cheeks cave in as she sucked Roger’s cock on the couch.

Eleanor made eye contact with her bewildered husband as she started bobbing her head up and down on Roger’s dick. She felt that it made it hotter to look Joshua in the eye with another man’s penis lodged in her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the tip of Roger’s phallus and tasted salty pre-ejaculate leaking out and she hummed appreciatively as she swallowed these meager drips of juice.

“I know this is sort of a weird thing to say, Joshua. But your wife sucks a mean dick.”

“Ok, yeah, that’s not something any husband wants to hear, ok,” replied Joshua uncomfortably.

“Oh my gosh, his penis is just so stiff, and uh, meaty,” gushed Eleanor to her husband, her eyes bright with lust as she withdrew her mouth and vigorously stroked Roger’s throbbing member.

“Elly, this is so wrong,” said Joshua helplessly, his penis painfully straining against his pants, forming a huge bulge that he tried to hide from his wife.

“Well, I don’t see what’s so wrong about it,” tutted Eleanor as she stood up and bent over, putting her hands on the coffee table and presenting her round rump to Roger. “Sex is a natural zesty experience.”

Roger examined Eleanor’s labia, puffed with arousal and peeking out at him between her milky white thighs and quickly took the hint. He climbed to his feet and prodded her from behind with his stiff, thick cock. “That’s from the Big Lebowski, right?” he said as he slid the shaft of his cock back and forth along the slit of Eleanor’s vagina.

“That’s right, honey,” said Eleanor brightly, looking back over her shoulder at him. “And rawr, that feels good. Put that hard cock of yours in me now, will you?”

“Here you go,” replied Roger good naturedly as he guided his red, swollen prick in between her pussy lips.

“Oh shit,” gasped Eleanor as Roger entered her. She reached back between her legs and started frantically masturbating her clitoris with her head bowed in concentration.

“Wow, you are really just going to strip naked, suck this guy off and then let him fuck you doggystyle right in front of me? Really?” complained Joshua, fingering his boner while Roger started humping Eleanor from behind.

“If you are lodging a complaint, give me a minute, because I can’t think straight right now,” gasped Eleanor, looking up at her husband with a glassy expression and her mouth hanging open.

Joshua looked at her cheeks flushed with lust and then down at her dangling boobs as they swung back and forth in response to Roger’s exertions as he worked his dick in and out of his wife. “Oh, shit,” cursed Joshua, finally giving in and unzipping his own fly so that he could jerk off while he watched this interloper boning his wife.

As Roger increases the intensity of his thrusts, Eleanor arched her back to give him easier access to her pussy, tilted her head back, and started crying out lustily with a passionate moan of mixed yearning and pain. “Uuuhnng, uuuhnng, Roger, yes, fuck me, fuck me!”

It cut into Joshua and he felt it like a stab of jealousy right in the gut as he stroked his penis. “Jesus, Eleanor, you never call out like that when we have sex,” complained Joshua.

The couple ignored him and Joshua watching his wife’s tits swaying back and forth as Roger’s hips rhythmically slapped up against Eleanor’s ass.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” cried out Eleanor with an animalistic howl, her whole body shuddering from the orgasm.

Roger gripped her hips and redoubled his efforts, pounding his dick into her madly. “Ah fuck, I can feel your cunt getting tight. I’m gonna blow!”

 

“Shoot your load inside me,” begged Eleanor, her hair limp and her face slick with sweat.

“Ahh yeah, I’m putting it in there,” replied Roger, sinking his cock up to the hilt into Eleanor’s vagina and releasing his seed within her.

“Oh, he’s pumping load after load of his hot cum deep inside me,” Eleanor told Joshua lasciviously. “How does that make you feel, darling?”

“Oh fuck, Eleanor,” whined Joshua as he fapped away.

“Are you coming?” asked Eleanor, hopping agilely over the cover table and rushing nakedly over to service her husband while Roger dropping back onto the couch with a grunt of satisfaction.

“I think so,” said Joshua as Eleanor popped his cock into her mouth and sucked greedily on his dick. He climaxed almost immediately and Eleanor swallowed the first load and then pulled his dick from her mouth so that he could cum all over her face as was his habit.

“Jesus Christ,” gasped Joshua as she wrung the last of his semen out of his cock onto her chin which was already stick with jizz.

“Alrighty then, well that was fun. If you gentleman will excuse me I will go wash up now,” said Eleanor simply. She stood up and walked out of the room.

“What’s for dinner, honey?” asked Roger cheekily, leaning forward to check out Eleanor’s bare ass as she walked out the door.

“Don’t push your luck, buddy,” said Joshua. “Just because you got to fuck my wife doesn’t mean you can stay for dinner!”

“Of course, Roger is staying for dinner, don’t be silly dear,” called Eleanor from the other room.

And once they were all dressed again, the three of them did have a most awkward dinner together.

Gustav Jorgenson’s cuckold stories:
NEW! Slut Wife, Happy Life: Naughty Wife Tales, also availabe as an audiobook.
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 “What’s My Wife Doing With That Guy?” Audiobook

Nerdy Wife Fucked by Jock

by Gustav Jorgenson

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

Newly wed couple Arthur and Eleanor joined a couple of friends Herman and Lester one night to enjoy a rousing game of “Settlers of Catan,” a board game cherished by nerds the world over. Unfortunately their friendly game was disrupted by the intervention of Herman’s crass cousin Joey…

Arthur, Eleanor, Herman, and Lester were all sitting around the coffee table in Herman’s living room playing “Settler of Catan” when Herman’s cousin Joey walked into the room.

“My god, look at you nerds,” laughed Joey crudely, stretching his large muscular arms far apart and then rubbing his bald head with contentment.

“Uh, Joey, we are trying to play a game here,” said Herman with annoyance.

“Who’s that guy?” whispered Eleanor, looking Joey up and down critically. He was a tall, well built young man in his early twenties wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt with some sports team insignia on it. He dominated the room with his presence and Eleanor noticed her husband and the other two young men playing with them shrink down slightly in response to him. Joey reminded Eleanor of the mean jocks that used to harass her husband back in high school.

“That’s my cousin, Joey,” explained Herman with resignation. “He’s staying with me for the summer.”

“So which of you nerds are the swingers?” asked Joey with a smirk, flopping down on the couch as the friends sat cross-legged on the floor before him.

Everyone at the table looked at Herman with raised eyebrows and he blushed furiously.

“I uh, tried to explain polyamory to Joey but he doesn’t really get it,” said Herman sheepishly.

“Oh shit,” sighed Lester. He knew that Herman was polyamorous and was seeing a girl who had other lovers as well.

“Yeah, I saw Herman’s girlfriend out with another guy and I when I told him about it, he was cool with it,” laughed Joey in amazement. “I can’t believe you people. I wouldn’t let some other guy fuck my girlfriend like that.”

“Ok, look, so first of all, you don’t even have a girlfriend,” said Herman impatiently,

Eleanor couldn’t help giggling in response and looked over shyly at Joey as he sat sprawled on the couch with his legs spread wide. He was fingering his crotch distractedly and she blushed and looked away, pushing her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose.

“And secondly, and secondly,” stammered Herman. “I am the only one who is polyamorous here. Eleanor and Arthur are married and monogamous.”

“Oh yeah?” asked Joey, looking Eleanor over with interest. She was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off her breasts and short skirt with knee-high socks. She pulled at the hem of her skirt self-consciously, her face burning as Joey looked her over. “You guys look pretty young to be married!” snorted Joey. He brazenly stared at Eleanor’s big boobs as he touched himself and was surprised when he felt his thing stiffen at the sight of them. He had never fucked a nerdy chick before.

“We are 24!” blurted Arthur defensively. He was mortified at the way Joey was ogling his wife. Eleanor had always dressed very modestly and was never an overtly sexual woman, but Arthur had been trying to convince her to dress more provocatively lately. Now he felt a cold pang in his gut as he realized the consequences of her revealing outfit. He actually had been interested in getting Eleanor to think about polyamory, but he never imagined some dumb jock like Joey would show an interest in her. He thought it might be fun if she fooled around a little with one of his nerdy friends. That seemed harmless and titillating, but the idea of this jerky guy Joey being interested in her filled him with jealous dread. Joey was exactly the kind of guy that used to beat him up in high school. He was exactly the wrong kind of guy to be with his wife.

“Ok, that’s cool,” said Joey, rudely stroking the growing bulge in his sweatpants as he looked Eleanor’s body over. “No need to get all huffy about it. I was just asking.”

“Christ Joey, do you have to touch yourself like that?” asks Herman with exasperation. “It’s pretty impolite.”

“Oh jeez, you sound like my mother,” laughed Joey not bothering to stop. “I don’t know why I do this, I guess it’s just a bad habit I picked up. All my guy friends touch their junk. It’s no big deal.” He looked Eleanor in the eye with a wicked grin while he pinched the head of his cock through his sweatpants.

Eleanor gasped in surprise at the tent Joey’s penis was pitching. It seemed like an improbably large bulge to her and her cheeks flushed red at the thought of such a large penis. She caught herself wondering what it would look like and glanced away in embarrassment.

“Uh, should we continue the game here?” asked Lester awkwardly. He sensed the strange sexual tension between Eleanor and Joey and it made him uncomfortable. He didn’t like Herman’s loud, rough cousin and Lester wished he would go away.

“Man forget that game, let’s just hang out,” cajoled Joey. “What are you guys drinking? Let me have one.”

“Uh, we have wine coolers in the fridge,” muttered Herman, giving his friends an apologetic look.

“Wine cooler?” snorted Joey with derision. “What a fag drink! Oh well, whatcha gonna do?” But he jumped up and strode easily out of the room with his erect penis pointing straight out in front of him as he went. Eleanor couldn’t help but stare at his priapic bulge as he went. Arthur noticed her interest and felt nauseous.

“I’m so sorry, guys,” whispered Herman, glancing over his shoulder toward the kitchen. “I thought he was going out for the night. Maybe we should pack it in. I can’t expect you guys to put up with my boorish extended family.”

“Is he really related to you?” asked Eleanor with amazement. “He doesn’t seem very smart.”

“Well, he was adopted,” explained Herman with a grimace. “He really doesn’t fit in with the rest of the family.”

“Ahh,” said Eleanor knowingly. “That explains it. Well we certainly can’t continue the game if he is going to hang out. But I don’t want to let him ruin our evening together. I was looking forward to seeing you two.” Eleanor batted her eyelashes at Herman teasingly and Arthur got excited. It was OK with him if Eleanor flirted with Herman. Herman wasn’t a big threatening meathead.

“Well, I guess we can go up to my room to hang out,” said Herman, trying not to stare at Eleanor’s milky white thighs. She had shifted around and Herman could see right up her skirt now.

“Nah, don’t go up there,” said Joey, walking back into the room carrying a wine cooler and a bag of chips. “Stay down here and hang out with me.”

Arthur was relieved to note that Joey’s bulge had subsided quite a bit.

“Joey, you don’t really have anything in common with my friends,” squeaked Herman in complaint.

“Yeah well, it’s good to meet people with different points of view,” said Joey, furrowing his brow.

Eleanor was surprised to hear Joey making such a cogent observation. He seems to genuinely want to spend time with them. The idea that he was lonely crossed her mind and Eleanor felt herself feeling sympathetic toward Joey.

“I’m not such a bad guy once you get to know me,” continued Joey earnestly. “Here, Eleanor, come sit with me on the couch and let’s chat.” He patted the couch next to him suggestively with one hand while the other hand strayed back to rummage around his groin.

Eleanor watches in fascination as Joey’s bulge grew again while he seemed to be rubbing his testicles through his sweatpants. She looked uncertainly at her husband who was gazing at Joey with plain distaste. “I, uh,” she said hesitantly.

“Come on now, I don’t bite,” said Joey with a toothy grin.

“Well, OK,” agreed Eleanor, rising to her feet and looking down at her husband.

Arthur gave her a pained look but didn’t know how to object in a polite way, so he kept his mouth shut. Eleanor pressed her lips together tightly and joined Joey on the couch. Eleanor felt his body giving off heat next to her and could smell a slight tangy scent of body odor emanating from him. She felt slightly repulsed and yet slightly drawn to him and she caught herself staring down at his crotch as the bulge in his sweatpants resumed it’s prodigious proportion.

“So, Herman, who’s doing your girlfriend tonight?” asked Joey amicably, as Lester and Arthur cleaned up the Catan board. He yawned expansively and stretched out his big arms in both directions, then he slid one big limb behind Eleanor and wrapped it around her shoulder, drawing her up against her side. Eleanor gasped and put her hand on Joey’s thigh reflexively and was momentarily distracted by how solidly muscled his leg was.

“Hey, uh,” objected Arthur weakly. He could feel his armpit growing damp with anxiety.

“Yes, Arthur?” asked Joey innocently as he gripped Eleanor tightly.

“That’s, err, my wife,” choked Arthur, finding it hard to breathe as his heart pounded in his chest.

“I know,” responded Joey smugly. “She’s very soft and snuggly.” He grasped Eleanor’s side playfully and she broke out giggling in spite of herself.

“Stop it,” she squealed, struggling to suppress her laughter as she wriggled free from his grasp.

“Oh, sorry,” said Joey, withdrawing his arm from her and resuming his self-fondling.

“That’s better,” said Eleanor, pulling at the hem of her skirt primly. “Now behave yourself,” she said with a little smile. She couldn’t help feeling flattered by his attention. Men rarely paid much attention to her, let alone macho guys like Joey and she wondered if she should wear revealing clothes like this more often. She liked feeling desirable.

Arthur just stared open mouthed at his wife sitting there with Joey, unsure of what to do. She was clearly enjoying his advances and the jealousy was tying his stomach in knots. But Joey quickly kept the conversation moving.

“So you were telling us about poly, uh, poly-mony,” said Joey with a smirk as he struggled with the pronunciation.

“It’s pronounced poly-am-ory,” replied Herman with a derisive snort. “And I wasn’t actually talking about it, it’s a personal matter.” Herman tried to hold himself upright with dignity, but he felt terrible for Arthur and couldn’t help feeling guilty about what was happening.

“Oh, do tell us,” chirped Eleanor timidly. “I am curious about it.” She glanced at her husband nervously. Arthur had made vague references to polyamory previously but they had never sat down and discussed it properly. She knew that this wasn’t the right time or place to discuss it and she felt a bit naughty encouraging Herman to talk about it with Joey in the room.

Herman gulped and glanced at Arthur inquisitively but Arthur just nodded his head slightly to give his acquiescence. He did want to broach the topic with his wife even though he felt weird doing it in front of this jerk Joey.

“Ok, well, polyamory is a type of relationship that acknowledges that people can have love for more than one other romantic partner,” said Herman.

“Chicks don’t dig it when you cheat on them usually,” brayed Joey crudely.

Herman rolled his eyes in response. “It’s not cheating, Joey. Everyone knows about the other partners and agrees to the relationships,” he said tightly.

“Yeah? That sounds good to me. Where do you meet chicks into that?” asked Joey skeptically.

“You don’t have a girlfriend at all, Joey?” asked Eleanor sympathetically.

“Nah, there’s this girl I met last time I was out here and we hook up sometimes,” said Joey rubbing his head uncomfortably. He seemed vulnerable for a moment and Eleanor’s heart went out to him. Then he slapped the top of his own head decisively as though to snap himself out of it and rolled his shoulders to relieve the tension. He turned to look Eleanor in the eye, “What do you think of this palimony? You want to share those boobies with some other guys besides your husband?” He gestured to Eleanor’s large breasts, protruding provocatively in her tight t-shirt and gripped his crotch suggestively.

“Don’t be a pig, Joey,” demanded Herman shrilly. Then he turned to Arthur, “Sorry about my cousin, Arthur. He isn’t house trained.”

Arthur sat silently with the blood draining from his face. Joey just guffawed and stared at Eleanor’s chest while he fondled himself.

Eleanor blushed cutely and covered her bosom with her hands self-consciously. “What is it with guys and breasts?” she stammered nervously. “They are just mammary glands. They are for feeding babies.”

“Well, large mammary glands were probably a sign of reproductive fitness and it would be adaptive for males to take note of that,” said Lester suddenly. Everyone stared at him in surprise and it was his turn to blush. “And, uh, maybe it’s not super helpful of me to point out right now,” he muttered, lowering his gaze to the floor in shame.

“Right, but this is modern world,” piped up Eleanor, her face burning hotly. “Boobs aren’t a necessity to raise babies, we have baby food now.”

“Yeah, you could feed some babies with those knockers alright,” said Joey, missing her point and rubbing his stiff phallus through his sweatpant as he stared at her chest.

“My god, Joey, don’t you feel weird about rubbing your thing in front of me like that?” exclaimed Eleanor finally. She stared at his large bulge as he handled himself and felt herself growing aroused at his brazen behavior. She wondered what it would feel like if he stuck that big thing into her. She wondered if Arthur would like to see that and the idea sent a thrill through her loins.

“Why, you want to rub it for me?” asked Joey, gripping his rod by the base and pointing it toward her lewdly. Eleanor’s eyes widened at the sight of Joey’s big dick outlined so clearly by his sweatpants and her mouth formed a charming “o” of surprise.

“Now cut that out!” croaked Arthur, his voice cracking with nervousness. His palms were sweaty with fear and excitement at this strange confrontation. “You can’t talk to my wife like that.”

“Hey, don’t piss yourself over there Art,” sneered Joey derisively. “Eleanor isn’t going faint at the sight of a cock, she’s a grown woman.” He looked over at Eleanor gazing at his member and chuckled. “Man, she can’t take her eyes off of it. Look at her.”

Eleanor pulled her eyes away and glanced at her husband guiltily. “Well you are swinging it around like a baseball bat, it’s kind of hard not to notice,” she said, forcing a laugh and trying to make light of the situation. But her pulse was racing and she could feel her vagina burning with arousal. She was sure she was sopping wet right now.

“Well it’s kind of hard not to notice your tits in that tight shirt,” responded Joey smartly. “If your husband doesn’t want guys waving their dicks at you, he shouldn’t let you out of the house dressed like that.”

“Uh, most guys can control their animal urges,” said Eleanor with a genuine chuckle. “You don’t see Lester whipping his penis around do you?”

“Wait, Lester has a penis?” asked Joey in mock amazement.

“Beside, Arthur asked me to dress like this,” added Eleanor quietly, avoiding her husband’s gaze.

“What, whaaa?” said Joey, sitting up straight and fixing Arthur with a penetrating stare. “Is that true, bro?”

“I’m not your, uh, bro,” mumbled Arthur, unable to meet Joey’s aggressive stare.

“But you aren’t denying it, neither,” said Joey gleefully.

“Joey, you are being an ass, stop it,” chided Herman weakly. He was surprised to hear that Arthur had encouraged Eleanor to dress this way too.

“Herman, look at Eleanor’s outfit, will you?” demanded Joey. “Look how short her skirt is, look how tight that t-shirt is. He’s trying to pimp his wife out to you nerds.”

Eleanor pulled at the hem of her skirt and smiled sickly at Herman and Lester as they looked her over and Arthur stared off into space, too mortified to speak.

“Oh man, I see what’s going on here, Eleanor,” laughed Joey. “Your hubby had you slut it up and brought you over to have Herman teach you about pulmonary sex, like a nerd orgy or something.”

“For christ’s sake, it’s called poly-amory, Joey,” screeched Herman in frustration.

“Whatever, dude,” said Joey solemnly holding up a hand toward Herman’s face. “Deny it, Arthur, I dare you.”

“I don’t know what you are even talking about,” muttered Arthur nervously, taken aback that his plan was so easily divined by this numbskull.

Eleanor carefully watched her husband’s reaction and it was painfully obvious that he was lying. She struggled to catch her breath as she considered the ramifications. Arthur had intended to find out if his friends Herman and Lester would find her attractive in this outfit and then have Herman carefully explain the rules of polyamory to her. Later on he probably planned to reintroduce the topic in order to gauge her interest. But with Joey here, things were clearly progressing much too fast for Arthur’s liking and of course, Arthur never planned on sharing her with a big threatening jock like Joey. He wanted to share her with his non-threatening milquetoast pals.

Joey shrewdly watched Eleanor thinking things over and then interrupted her reverie. “I see the wheels turning in that noggin of yours, Eleanor, you little slut.”

“No one has ever called me a slut,” gasped Eleanor in dismay.

“Yeah, probably cause you look like a nerd with those glasses and you don’t normally show off that smoking hot body of yours,” said Joey confidently, looking Eleanor’s body up and down with appreciation.

“Maybe we should just call it a night,” said Lester, standing up suddenly.

“Lester, sit the fuck down,” demanded Joey sharply and Lester complied instantly, falling back down comically. “Don’t you want to see Eleanor naked? Arthur came here offering his wife to you and Herman. Why you want to hurt her feelings and reject her like that?”

“I didn’t, I’m not,” sputtered Arthur in confusion.

Eleanor held up her hand to forestall her husband’s protests. “Ok, Joey, just what makes you so sure that I am going to get naked?” she asked with a devilish smile.

“Shit, I could tell that by the look on your face just now when you realized what Arthur was up to,” said Joey leaning back in his seat confidently. “I could see that little sparkle in your eye. You are a straight up nerd slut. You would get down with these two for sure, but the question is, could you handle a real man like me?” and he gripped the huge bulge in his sweatpants for emphasis.

“Ah, you aren’t any more of a man than we are,” piped up Lester peevishly.

“Wow, Lester, way to stick up for yourself,” said Joey condescendingly. “I take it back, you are a real man too. But the question remains whether Eleanor is going to get down and dirty with me here or not.” Then he returned his attention to Eleanor.

She just giggled nervously under Joey’s intense gaze while Arthur shifted uncomfortably on the floor watching helplessly. “What’s the question again?” she asked.

“Here, look,” said Joey, clapping his hands together loudly and making everyone jump. He grinned at their reaction and rubbed his big callous palms together briskly. “Eleanor, stand up please and let us get a better look at you, will you?”

“You don’t have to,” offered Arthur meekly.

“She knows that,” snapped Joey sternly, shutting Arthur up. He gestured for Eleanor to stand up and she complied self-consciously. She stood before them with her hands folded in front of her. She noticed Lester and Herman looking her body over surreptitiously and the idea excited her.

“Now take your shirt off,” said Joey, licking his lips.

“Look here!” squawked Arthur indignantly. He felt that things were really getting out of control.

“Look where?” snarled Joey. “This is what you brought her over here for, isn’t it?”

“Not like this,” mumbled Arthur in confusion. He couldn’t believe this was happening. This wasn’t how he pictured things going at all.

“Don’t be mean to Arty,” pouted Eleanor defiantly. “I won’t do anything he doesn’t want me to do.”

“Ellie, you know he wants you to do it,” said Joey soothingly. “He just can’t admit it.”

Eleanor looked at her husband quizzically and bit her lip in consternation. She could tell what he was thinking. He wouldn’t mind her stripping if Joey wasn’t around. Joey wasn’t supposed to be part of the picture. Yet, here he was, wagging his big dick around and taking control of the whole situation. Eleanor found herself attracted to the sheer wrongness of stripping for Joey. It would be a deep affront to Arthur for his wife to strip for the same sort of dumb jock that used to cause him such grief. And yet, she yearned to do it. She wanted Joey to take control of her and put his dick in her while Arthur sat and watched. As she looked at her husband, she wondered if Arthur would get off on it too. She found it very odd that he hadn’t protested more so far. She decided to test the waters and see how upset Arthur would get.

“How about if I just take my shirt off?” Eleanor asked Arthur meekly.

“It’s too weird with him here,” said Arthur, nodding toward Joey, his heart racing.

“Is it?” asked Eleanor shakily. “Let’s just see.” And she went ahead and stripped her t-shirt off and stood there topless except for her bra. Lester and Herman’s eyes bulged out of there heads as they stared at her breasts, barely constrained by her lacy bra. She fought the urge to cross her arms over her bosom and she turned and jutted her chest out for Joey to see. “What do you think, Joey?” she asked, slightly abashed.

“Aww, yeah,” he laughed raucously. “I knew you were a slut. A nerd with a great rack, you can’t hold her back.” He tugged unconsciously on his cock while he ogled her pale, quivering cleavage.

Eleanor glanced at her husband as he sat there gaping like a fish out of water. The fact that he didn’t jump up and shout told her all she needed to know. “What do you think of my boobs, Lester? Am I signalling reproductive fitness?” she asked coyly. Then she bent down so that Lester could get a better look and shimmied her shoulders seductively.

Herman laughed in spite of himself and then bit his tongue when Arthur glared at him.

“Heh, yeah, wow,” said Lester, his forehead beading up with sweat. “Very fit, yes,” he stammered. “I think my glasses are going to get steamed up.”

“Quit teasing the dork and come here,” said Joey, jumping lithely to his feet and grabbing Eleanor in his arms forcefully.

“Omigod, Joey, what are you doing?” she squealed, giggling madly. She enjoyed the feeling of him crushing her slightly in his arms. He was acting out his primal urges and it stoked her desire for him.

“I’m taking charge now,” grunted Joey, reaching behind her and unsnapping her bra with alacrity.

“Oh no, you mustn’t,” she protested weakly, trying to hold her bra on and looking at her husband earnestly. Arthur had a visible bulge in his pants at this point and she felt confident that he was enjoying this little show in spite of himself.

“You know you want it,” mumbled Joey, tossing her bra aside and grasping her soft white orbs in his rough, calloused hands. He pinched her tender pink nipples and they grew stiff under his fingers, eliciting a gentle gasp from Eleanor. She reached down reflexively and gripped his boner protruding shamelessly through his sweatpants. His penis was thick and amazingly firm and she squeezed it with delightful anticipation.

“Joey, this is so fucked up,” gasped Herman, watching in fascination as his cousin molested his best friend’s wife and she gripped his dong eagerly in response.

“I know, I never fucked a guy’s wife in front of him before,” cackled Joey. “You see that Arthur, she didn’t waste any time getting ahold of my dick, did she?”

“Ellie, what are you doing?” whined Arthur as his wife tugged on Joey’s rod.

“It’s just so big and hard,” explained Eleanor, vaguely conscious that her eloquence was decaying as her mind became clouded with lust. She started gently tugging on Joey’s penis through his sweatpants while he ran his hands over her soft smooth flesh greedily. He bent over and started sucking lustily on her nipples. Eleanor’s cheeks were flushed deep red as she stood there being violated by this ruffian in front of her husband and his friends. Her pussy was sopping wet with yearning.

“Big and hard,” repeated Arthur stupidly, his penis unaccountably stiffening further at the sight of his wife tugging on this animal’s gonads.

Joey took a break from sucking Eleanor’s nipples and grasped her breasts in his hands. He pointed her nipples at Lester playfully. “Lester, can you believe the tits on this chick? Look at these bad boys.”

“Yes, I already said, she’s very fit,” responded Lester feeling his own penis stiffen at the sight of Eleanor’s luscious boobs.

“Let me see this ass,” demanded Joey, yanking Eleanor’s skirt and panties down to her knees forcefully. She gasped in surprise as her bush and bare ass were suddenly exposed for all to see. “That’s like a white girl version of a bubble butt,” exclaimed Joey gleefully. He bent down to peer at her round white buttocks and spanked one sharply in appreciation.

“Ow,” exclaimed Eleanor cutely. She liked how he took liberties with her and pulled on his penis more insistently.

“You are being quite rough with her,” complained Lester, shocked and aroused at the site of Eleanor’s naked body.

“Treat a lady like a whore and a whore like a lady, my friend,” said Joey with a smile. He turned her to the side forcibly and uncouthly slid his hand over her soft pale belly and then down between her legs. “Oh god,” she gasped as his finger probed her crotch and clumsily simulated her clitoris.

“But, but,” stammered Arthur, his cock throbbing in his pants while he looked on with a turbid mix of humiliation and arousal. He was sickened at the sight of this beast cavorting with his woman, but it was somehow much hotter than he imagined it would be. Joey really was more macho acting than Herman or Lester and it was exciting to watch this brutish monkey take control of his wife.

“Honey, just, I don’t know, maybe you should masterbate while you watch,” said Eleanor distantly as she kicked her panties and skirt aside and spread her legs slightly so that Joey could finger her more easily. She grabbed the waist of Joey’s sweatpants and yanked them down to his knees and his massive phallus came popping out and poked her in the stomach. She reached down and cupped his huge hairy balls in one hand while she slide her hand up and down the smooth skin of his shaft. “My god, look how big his testicles are!” she exclaimed turning to her husband in amazement. “They are enormous!”

“Yeah, that’s right,” said Joey smugly, spanking her ass again playfully for emphasis while she tugged his junk and he fingered her in mutual genital manipulation.

“I mean, yeah, really?” stammered Arthur helplessly. “Sure his gonads are bigger than mine, but then again so are a horse’s, but I don’t feel jealous of a horse.”

“Oh no, I don’t want to make you jealous,” apologized Eleanor as she held Joey’s prodigious organs in her hands. She adjusted her glasses to scrutinize his scrotum more closely. “I just haven’t seen anything like these. He is like an animal isn’t he?” she giggled.

“I take that as a compliment,” said Joey happily. “Now get down on your knees and suck that shit.” He pushed Eleanor’s shoulders down and she willingly complied, dropping to her knees before her new lover.

“Wow, this is really getting intense,” said Lester staring at Eleanor’s perfectly formed buttocks. “Can I masterbate too?” he asked her politely.

“Well I won’t be offended if you do,” she giggled as Joey slapped her mischievously in the face with his big boner. “I’ll just be sucking on this big damn thing I guess,” she laughed. Arthur’s stomach filled with ice as his wife greedily wrapped her mouth around Joey’s massive phallus. Lester wasted no time and quickly started fapping away madly as he watched Eleanor suck off the big jock.

“Man, look at your wife sucking my cock like there’s no tomorrow!” shouted Joey gleefully. He put his hands behind his head and thrust his hips forward rhythmically, cramming his huge dong deeper into Eleanor’s mouth as she fellated him with enthusiasm.

“Jeez, you don’t have to be such prick about it,” complained Herman looking at Arthur with concern.

“Oh fuck it,” sighed Arthur, unzipping his fly and pulling his stiff erection out of his pants. “This isn’t how I wanted it to go down, but oh well.” Arthur stroked his penis intensely as he watched his wife’s head bob up and down on Joey’s penis.

Herman shrugged and joined his two friends in jerking off while they watched the show of Arthur’s wife getting used for sex.

“What an amazing ass, she has,” breathed Lester, gazing at Eleanor’s round white ass as she rocked forward and back, sucking Joey’s dick with abandon.

“Slip it in there, man,” encouraged Joey. “She’ll never notice that little thing. She’ll barely feel it.”

“Very funny,” snapped Lester grumpily as he fingered his stiff but modest manhood.

“Look me in the eye, while you suck it,” demanded Joey. “I like that.”

Eleanor complied submissively, gazing up through her spectacles into Joey’s eyes with adoration with his penis stuffed in her mouth.

Arthur looked at with his lips wrapped around another man’s penis, her cheeks sucked in, and gazing up at him lovingly as he as his nerdy friends sat around watching and masturbating themselves.

“Do you have to look at him so beseechingly?” complained Arthur feeling more jealous of the look she gave Joey than the fact of the blowjob.

“Well, don’t forget that polyamory means you can love more than one person,” opined Herman sagely as he tugged his surprisingly fat penis. “Of course she can only love a lump like Joey in a primeval physical way, as opposed to the deeper, cerebral connection that you and she share.”

“Thank you, Herman, that was very eloquent,” said Eleanor, withdrawing Joey’s stump from her mouth.

“Yeah, I’m cool with that too,” grunted Joey with satisfaction. “As long as I get the pussy, I can’t complain. Lay down on your back and spread your legs,” he commanded Eleanor brusquely.

“Yes sir,” she responded with a mock salute. She obediently lay down on the floor and spread her legs invitingly for him. All the men gazed at her charming bush with fascination. Then she reached down and spread her labia for Joey, exposing the pink lining of her vagina.

“Oh jeez,” croaked Lester in consternation as semen started spouting from the tip of his penis onto the living room carpet.

“Ha, ha,” laughed Joey crudely. “Couldn’t hold it any more huh? You gotta clean that mess up, yourself, bro.” He stood stroking his colossal member as he looked down at Eleanor, graciously offering her snatch to him on the floor.

“Sorry,” apologized Lester with chagrin. “I just never saw a woman do that before. Well I never actually saw the inside of a vagina before,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Lester, poor dear, I didn’t realize,” said Eleanor sympathetically, fingering her clitoris idly as she waited for Joey to bestow his manhood upon her. “Arthur, we should let Lester fuck me next time.”

“Ok, I mean, whatever you want,” panted Arthur as he stroked himself sweatily.

“Wow, that would be great,” said Lester looking at Eleanor with gratitude.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me, Joey?” asked Eleanor sweetly, looking up at Joey with a come hither gaze.

“I’m savoring the moment,” said Joey proudly as he gripped his meat in his hands.

“Oh, your thing, it’s turning red,” said Eleanor, growing wetter and wetter in anticipation. “It’s red like a dog’s penis,” she added with a giggle.

“Woof woof,” barked Joey, climbing onto her and pushing his dong inside her tight, waiting snatch.

“Oh god, go slow,” she panted. “You are so big.”

“Ok, baby,” he said as he eased his thick shaft carefully down into her narrow hole. “Wow you are tight as hell. Tight and hot and wet. Holy fuck.”

“Urgh,” groaned Herman, as he ejaculated onto his own shirt.

“Yeah, that’s dirty,” agreed Lester, watching avidly as Joey fucked Eleanor on the floor. “Fuck her with your dog penis, you brute,” he encouraged.

“Wow, Lester, well said,” laughed Herman, reaching for a napkin to clean himself up.

“Yeah, he is like a rough, filthy beast, fucking my beauty,” mused Arthur as he approached climax himself. He stared with sick fascination as Joey’s muscular ass pistoned up and down as he drove himself insistently into Arthur’s wife.

“Oh, Joey, slow down, I just, oh no,” cried out Eleanor as she shuddered with a convulsive orgasm. Joey felt her twat tighten around his cock and struggled to hold back.

“Which is hotter?” he asked Arthur suddenly. “Cum inside her or cum on her belly so you can see it?”

“You fucker!” spat Arthur in response, but the rude comment pushed him over the edge as well and he started shooting sperm up into the air as he watched his wife get owned.

“Yeah, a little of each, then,” said Joey and he pumped a few loads of cum inside Eleanor and then pulled out and discharged his remaining jism onto her breasts and her belly. “Yeah, look at that, Arthur. I really used your wife good!” crowed Joey triumphantly thrusting his arms into the air after soaking Eleanor in semen.

“Now play nice, Joey,” said Eleanor condescendingly as she idly smeared his sticky ejaculate around the areola of her nipples. She was glowing in the aftermath of her climax and she looked quite beautiful laying there.

“Whatever,” said Joey, straddling her agilely and pushing his softening cock rudely into her mouth. “Clean this up for me,” he laughed. Eleanor complied willingly, and Arthur gut wrenched again at the look of pure devotion in her eyes as she looked up at Joey while she sucked his limp dick.

“That’s enough,” said Joey with satiety. “I’m done with you.” He jumped to his feet and stretched his big muscled body. “Wow, that was awesome,” he said flexing his biceps. “Your nerd wife can really put out like a champ,” he told Arthur, mussing his hair playfully.

“Get off me,” squeaked Arthur, slapping Joey’s hands away.

“Get off me,” mocked Joey good naturedly as he pulled his sweatpants back on. “Look I really enjoyed putting on this little show for you dorks, but now I’m going to go get some grub and find some real booze. Smell ya later!” Joey waved broadly and strode casually out of the room.

Only Eleanor waved in reply and she watched him leave with a slight pang of disappointment. She didn’t really want to hang out with Joey but she had hoped he would slap her with his penis a little more before he left. She turned to her husband and his two friends, all sitting with sticky, limp penises protruding from their pants as she lay there naked before them, covered in some jock’s cum. “Well, he was nice,” she offered awkwardly.

“He’s sort of prick, actually,” said Lester, his penis starting to swell again slightly at the sight of Elanor’s naked body spread out before him.

 

“Wow, are you getting hard again, Lester?” she asked, looking at his penis with interest. “You just came.”

“Yeah, but you are still naked,” explained Lester as his johnson rose slowly to attention.

“Oh yeah, you are a virgin,” she said thoughtfully. “Here, I will go shower that nasty man’s seed off myself and then you can have a go at me,” she said with a wicked smile. She stood up awkwardly and stretched herself, the three young men admiring her amazing body as she did so. “Do you want to watch again, dear, or would that be too much to handle for one day?” she asked Arthur lightly.

“I guess I will watch again,” said Arthur numbly.

“Fantastic, I will meet you boys in Herman’s bedroom,” she said, clapping her hands together happily and dancing off in a spritely mood.

“Do you have a book on polyamory?” Arthur asked Herman apprehensively. “I’ve got to read up on this stuff.”

“Certainly, my good man. I understand exactly how you feel,” said Herman, patting his comrade on the shoulder as the three friends headed up to the bedroom for further debauchery.

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