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Wife Confronts Thugs in her Lingerie

By Gustav Jorgenson

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Marcel and Chloe were driving home from dinner one evening when they noticed a trio of rough looking young men loitering under the streetlamp on their corner.

“Ugh, look at those ruffians,” said Chloe, arching her brow in disdain. “What are they doing here?”

“They don’t look too savory,” agreed Marcel, slowing the BMW down slightly and craning his head down to get a better look at the strangers. The three young men were all in their early twenties, wearing sagging jeans which hung below their waist, exposing their underwear with bright white t-shirts, and baseball caps with the tags still attached. Marcel stared for a moment, surprised to see such urban fashion in this suburban neighborhood, but felt he uncomfortable when the trio of thugs stared back insolently and grabbed their crotches in signs of disrespect.

“Horrible,” puffed Chloe indignantly. “Since when do we see such trash here in our neighborhood?”

“Never before, I’m sure,” muttered Marcel as he turned into their driveway. Marcel drove directly into the garage and closed the garage door behind them for safety, which was a precaution he rarely took. Chloe looked at him significantly as they entered their home.

“I’m getting changed, dear,” sighed Chloe. “Perhaps you should notify the security service and have them check out those hooligans.”

“Good idea, dear,” agreed Marcel. He took out his phone and called the number for the neighbor security patrol. “Yes, hello, can we get a patrol to 340 Wren’s Nest Way? There are some suspicious characters standing on the corner.”

“We have someone two blocks away, I will send them over,” replied the operator.

“Thank you very much,” said Marcel. He shifted the curtain and peeked out the living room window to see the three young men laughing and punching each other. Within moments the private security SUV pulled up and Marcel saw the security guard roll down his window and ask the thugs some questions. They gave him the finger and shouted insults and the driver quickly rolled up his window and drove off. Marcel stared in confusion.

In the bedroom, Chloe took off her dress and changed into some seductive lingerie: a see-through chemise and black stockings. She had had a few drinks over dinner and was in the mood for sex. She posed in front of the mirror to review how she looked. Her blond hair hung down to her shoulders, carefully dyed to hide the grey. At 43, she still had a good figure, but it was getting harder and harder to maintain. She cupped her large breasts in her hands and hefted them. They used to be a bit perkier, she sighed to herself. She thought of the young toughs on the corner and wondered what they would think of her body. The devilish thought sent a spasm of arousal through her loins that she quickly squelched. My god, what am I thinking? she chided herself. Then she went out to present herself to her husband.

“Hubba, hubba,” said Marcel, appreciatively, looking his wife up and and down from head to toe as she returned to the living room, showing off her figure. He gazed up from her shapely legs to her wide hips and narrow waist and then further up to pause at her large jiggling breasts. “That doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it?” he asked excitedly, his penis growing stiff in his pants.

“Hug me,” said Chloe with a pout, holding her arms open.

Marcel encircled his wife in his arms eagerly and the gripped her nice round buttocks in his hands, grinding his stiff penis against her crotch.

“Oooh, I like that,” purred Chloe in his ear.

“Let’s go to the bedroom and discuss this further,” suggested Marcel.

“Yes, let’s. But, darling, did you get rid of those young men on the corner? They are making me nervous and I won’t be able to relax until they are gone.”

“Oh, uh, well I called security, but they didn’t seem able to move those fellows along,” admitted Marcel with chagrin.

“You mean they are still out there?” gasped Chloe, pulling away and gazing at her husband with surprise. “Why that simply won’t do!” Chloe strode over the to the window and peeked out herself. The young men were roughhousing with each other on the corner and she couldn’t help but notice that all three were quite solidly built. “Honey, go out there and tell them to go away.”

The blood drained from Marcel’s face and his armpits immediately grew damp with anxiety. “Err, darling, is that really necessary? Let’s just lock the doors and windows. We’ll be safe in here.”

“Marcel, are you afraid to go out there? Where is your backbone?” demanded Chloe, growing a bit exasperated with her husband. “Aren’t you going to protect me?”

“I’m sure we’ll be safe in here,” said Marcel, making soothing gestures and reaching out toward his wife. “Let’s just go into the bedroom and divert our attention.”

“I simply won’t be able to get into the mood if I know those, those animals are out there,” said Chloe, the blood rushing to her face. She touched her breasts unconsciously and a crazy thought came to her that both thrilled and mortified her. “Look here, if you won’t go out there and get rid of them, then, then I will do it myself,” she sputtered.

“You can’t be serious,” chuckled Marcel nervously. “Look at you, you aren’t even dressed.”

“I’ll put a coat on,” said Chloe bravely, and the next thing she knew Marcel was trailing after her as she strode toward the hall closet.

“Chloe, be reasonable,” he pleaded as she put on a long black wool coat and slipped into a pair of heels.

“Oh, Marcel, I will be fine,” she sighed. “I’m not going to be intimidated by these hooligans. I am going to go straight out there and tell them to run right along.”

“Yes? Just like that?” asked Marcel skeptically.

“Just like that,” agreed Chloe meeting her husband’s worried gaze and giving him a grim smile in return as she put her hand on the doorknob. “Look, I asked you to handle it, but apparently you don’t have the stones.”
“Honey, please, think what you are doing, I think the alcohol is clouding your judgment,” stammered Marcel, his gut tied in knots as their tender moment quickly transformed into conflict.

Chloe pursed her lips at her husband disdainfully and then tossed her head, opening the door and striding out without saying another work. Marcel watched her go with a sinking feeling for a moment before shutting the door and rushing over the living room window to see what happened.

The stars were twinkling above as Chloe strode down the sidewalk toward the young men. Her heart was racing madly and she fought the urge to turn and run back to the house. She felt quite naked under her heavy wool coat and wondered if the bartender had been making the drinks stronger than usual after all. She had no idea what had gotten into her. She was the first to admit that she could be wilful, but this was a bold move even for herself. The ruffians soon noticed her coming and they all turned to face her with interest. She could see them looking at her stockinged legs as they emerged occasionally through the front of her coat. The lowest button was only a little below her crotch and she tried to clutch the coat closed in modesty as she approached the crew on the corner.

“What’s up, pretty lady?” said the obvious leader of the gang, looking Chloe up and down boldly. “You come out to keep us company?”

Chloe stopped and stood there for a moment, inspecting the the three young men before her as they stared back at her insolently. None of them had showered recently and they stunk of body odor. Much to her dismay, she found the scent of these sweaty young men to be unaccountably arousing. They were all of the lowest class, and didn’t seem very intelligent. But they were certainly all well muscled. She watched them unwittingly gripping themselves, continually re-adjusting their jocks and it both thrilled and disgusted her.

She planted her legs wide apart and put her hands on her hips, exposing her stockinged legs as she addressed these thugs. “Now see here, what are you no-accounts doing here on my corner?” she demanded, tossing her hair imperiously and holding her chin high while her heart pounded in her chest.

The leader whistled lewdly, bending down to inspect her shapely legs more closely and the trio of young men broke out laughing, redoubling their efforts as their fingered their own crotches.

“She looks like a flasher in that coat,” mumbled one of the young toughs.

“She’s a MILF for sure,” agreed the leader loudly, smacking his lips crudely. “I’d tap that ass all night!”

His friends broke out in raucous laughter, punching each other excitedly at the comment, and Chloe felt her face grow hot with embarrassment. “Pish posh, such bold talk from a boy. How old are you young man?” she demanded, pointing a finger at the leader.

He was a bit taken aback by Chloe’s firm show of confidence in spite of her reddening face. “I’m 20 years old,” he said a bit defensively. “Old enough to handle you,” he said regaining his composure and grinning at her lecherously while he gripped his crotch.

“I didn’t come out here to play games with you boys,” insisted Chloe. She was enjoying this back and forth more than she cared to admit. “I want to know what you are doing out here.”

“We are just hanging out, waiting for hot cougars to come out and fuck with us,” said the leader, “Looks like you fit the bill.” He looked Chloe’s body up and down dramatically while his cohorts chortled and snorted with crude mirth, fingering themselves shamelessly.

“Why you impertinent rascal, I am old enough to be your mother, show some respect,” said Chloe, wagging her finger at the leader as she suppressed a smile. She had to admit, the leader had an infectious playfulness about him that she found appealing. Also, his teeth were very straight and white. “And will you three stop worrying your johnsons like that? Don’t you know that it’s inappropriate to touch yourselves in front of a lady?”

“What the fuck is a johnson?” laughed the leader with a broad smile as he gripped that very thing.

“Johnson is a euphemism for penis, if you must know,” responded Chloe, feeling her pulse quicken.

The three young men broke out giggling convulsively. “She’s talking about our penises,” mumbled one the the crew, hiding his face in his hands.

“What’s the matter, aren’t you used to women talking about your penises?” asked Chloe archly, seizing the advantage.

“Oh, tell me she didn’t say that,” gasped the leader as he and his friends hid their faces in their hands and laughed in embarrassment.

“Look at you boys, getting all worked up over the work ‘penis,’” she said, relishing the effect it had on them. “And you think you could handle a grown woman like me?”

“Hey, now,” said the leader straightening up. “Once you saw my dick, you would be down on your knees begging for it.” His pants were hanging low in that urban style and he pulled the waist down below his crotch, exposing his boxer shorts. Then he pinched his swollen penis with both hands showing her the outline of his generous bulge. His friends hooted with delight at this display of bravado in front of the older woman. Marcel saw it as well as he watched his wife confronting the thugs from the safety of the living room window and he felt his gut knot up with anxiety and shame. But he just kept watching, transfixed with a sick fascination.

Chloe’s eyes widened at the sight of the young thug’s huge package and she had to consciously refrain from touching her own crotch in response. She could feel herself getting wet. She looked up and down the deserted suburban street, with lush green lawns and large leafy trees lit by the cold streetlamp light. There was not another person in sight aside from herself and these three delinquents standing together on the sidewalk. All of her neighbors were tucked away, safe inside their homes, sleeping or sleepily watching a final TV show before bed. Her pulse raced as she decided to test these boys further. Chloe looked back over her shoulder at her husband standing nervously in the living room window as she carefully unbuttoned her coat and held it closed loosely.

“Well, once you saw what I have to offer in return, you might find yourself begging my pardon, young man,” she said fixing the leader with a devilish grin and opening her coat dramatically. She flashed the three young men a brief peek at herself, practically naked beneath her coat in her lingerie. They erupted in shouts of excitement when they caught a glimpse of Chloe’s hard nipples, visible through translucent material of her chemise before she quickly closed her coat again. Her heart was racing and she was amazed and aroused at her own audacity. It felt thrilling to expose herself to these brash hooligans out on the concrete sidewalk on a quiet suburban evening. Her pulse pounded in her ears as her heart thumped in her chest. She turned again to look back at her husband and even from the street, she could tell that he had gone as white as a sheet. She smiled to herself at the sight. That will show him what happens when he acts a coward.

While his two friends turned in circles with the hands on their cheeks, chattering in disbelief, the leader drew himself upright and pulled his jeans back up toward his waist, trying to regain his composure. “Yeah, you are a hot slut alright.” He noticed Chloe looking back up toward her husband in the window. “Hey, wait a minute. Is that your old man up there? Did that limpdick let you come down here in nothing but your drawers to try to shag us out of here all by yourself?”

“Yes, he did, shameful, isn’t it?” said Chloe patting her hair. She held her coat closed only loosely, allowing a glimpse of pale thigh or sensuous navel to peek out intermittently.

The three thugs obliged her by fixing their gazes at the front of her coat, drinking in every chance revelation with their eager eyes.

“Well we better go up there and teach that mother fucker to grow a pair. That’s no way to treat a lady!”

“It certainly isn’t,” she agreed, giving the leader a coquettishly glance as stroked the top of her stockings, just inches from her crotch. She flushed with satisfaction as he lost his train of thought, all three staring slack jawed as she traced her fingers up, showing them her tender inner thigh.

“Oh man, yeah,” said the leader, slapping himself and rubbing his hand over his face to bring himself back into the moment. “Let’s go.” He strode off purposefully toward Chloe’s front door, cutting carelessly across her lawn with his pals in tow.

Chloe had to stick to the sidewalk as she teetered quickly along, her palms were damp with excitement and she felt butterflies in her stomach. Marcel is going to simply poop himself. She thought with an internal laugh. Serves him right.

Marcel‘s blood ran cold as the three trespassers clomped heedlessly across his pristine lawn. Don’t these fools realize that they could damage the turf walking that way? he caught himself worrying about the grass before snapping back to attention and realizing he had bigger problems at hand. He had no idea what could possibly be happening but he didn’t like it. It was especially dismaying that Chloe would open her coat for these young hoods. He nearly jumped in surprise when they pounded loudly on his front door. He froze in place, fearful of answering for a moment before realizing that his wife was still out there with these thugs and that he must let her in. So he gathered up his nerve and went and opened the door.

“What’s the meaning of this?” demanded Marcel shakily when he was confronted with the visage of three big rough young men, snarling angrily at him on his doorstep.

“Bitch, step aside, we have to have a word with you,” said the leader pushing Marcel roughly back into his foyer as the three hooligans muscled their way inside.

Chloe arrived close behind them, mincing along quickly in her heels. “Now boys, play nice,” she chided with a wicked grin as she ushered them along and closed the door behind them.

“Chloe, who are these people?” cried Marcel in consternation.

“You can call me, Jimmy,” grunted the leader, poking his thumb into his chest aggressively. “That’s Ken and Ty.” The other two nodded absently as they gazed around at the well appointed foyer with it’s marble floor and high vaulted ceiling.

“This is my husband, Marcel,” said Chloe. “Marcel, I went down to shoo these fellows along, but when they realized that you let me do this on my own, they demanded to speak to you about this.”

“Errgh?” choked Marcel in shock, grasping at his throat as Jimmy was distracted by an antique Chinese pot on the table. “Put that down, it’s expensive!” he snapped when Jimmy hefted the heavy ceramic pot with ease.

“Don’t piss yourself, I’m just looking,” snapped Jimmy in response as he examined the classical scene painted on the side of a waterfall emerging from a mountain to form a broad brook bordered by delicate trees. “This is cool. Look at this.” His friends gathered around looking at the painting and making sounds of admiration. Chloe smiled at her husband over the naive reaction and he just gaped back at her in alarm.

“I know you boys aren’t really old enough yet, but would you like a drink?” asked Chloe, glancing at Marcel to judge his reaction.

“I want gin and juice,” said Jimmy looking up from the vase.

“Marcel, would you?” asked Chloe with a smile.

“What? Certainly not! I want these scoundrels to leave this instant, not to serve them drinks!” sputtered Marcel indignantly, drawing himself upright and tugging at the lapels of his sportcoat for emphasis.

“Bitch, get us some drinks before I smash you in the face with this vase,” said Jimmy wielding the heavy pot as though it were as light as a feather.

Marcel felt his throat constrict with fear and scampered back to the wet bar in the livingroom. This is like a goddamned home invasion. Should I call the police? he wondered to himself.

“There, there, Jimmy, put the vase down, dear,” said Chloe touching Jimmy’s muscular bicep with appreciation. “Come into the living room and have a drink.” She herded the hoodlums into the great room that adjoined the foyer which was panelled in dark wood with rich leather furniture.

“My god, what the fuck do you do for a living?” asked Jimmy looking around in astonishment. His friends were also awed by the luxurious decor and they all grouped together in the middle of the room self-consciously.

“Marcel does mergers and acquisitions,” said Chloe casually as she discarded her coat and tossed it onto a chair, revealing her nearly naked body for the young men to see.

“Good lord, Chloe, cover yourself, what are you thinking?” exclaimed Marcel, his face turning red as Jimmy and his friends took the drinks from his hands.

“What’s the matter, dear, are you ashamed of my body?” asked Chloe, cocking one hip to show off her body. “Are my breasts too saggy?” she asked coyly, cupping her large boobs in each hand.

“Oh shit,” muttered Jimmy as he and his friends covered their faces and peeked between their fingers at Chloe as she showed off for them. Their bravado ebbed noticeably, and Chloe smiled to herself to see their youth showing. They were clearly intimidated by the wealth on display around them and Chloe’s brash behavior. They had never experienced such a thing and they giggled nervously as they stole peeks at Chloe’s breasts as she offered them for inspection.

“Now look what you’ve done, even the gangsters are cowed by your haughty posing,” chuckled Marcel, shaking his head in confused bemusement.

“Man, shut the fuck up,” snapped Jimmy, pressing his lips together tightly and struggling to muster his courage in this strange mansion with it’s overbearing luxury.

Marcel contemplated the rough youth briefly with pursed lips before turning to his wife. “Ok, Chloe, you have had your fun. Can we please ask our, uh, guests to leave now?”

“Actually, no,” said Chloe crossing the room self-consciously in her negligee to go fix herself a drink. “Jimmy promised to show me his penis. He insinuated that it would make me simply swoon with passion at the very sight of it.”

Marcel’s face drained of color and he felt his blood run cold as he stood there gaping unable to formulate a sentence.

“Ha, ha, that’s right, motherfucker,” said Jimmy, downing the rest of his screwdriver quickly and putting the glass down with a thump. “What did you expect? You can’t send your helpless wife down to the corner in her drawers to go fuck with a gang of thugs on the corner, you fool. You ought to know that they are gonna jump on that shit and end up fucking the shit out of her.”

“Now look here!” objected Marcel, raising his fist impotently and striding forward.

But Ty just stuck out his large meaty arm and pushed Marcel backward with a minimum of effort.

“Shit, if you are in acquisitions, you should acquire some balls,” laughed Jimmy causing his pals to break out laughing.

Even Chloe had to smile at that. “Ok, my young braggadocio, enough talk,” she said, gulping down a shot to fortify her nerve. “Let’s see this wondrous phallus of yours, shall we?” she looked at her husband with a twinkle in her eye.

Jimmy deflated again slightly as he eyed his buddies and then Marcel. “Nah, I don’t whip out my junk in front of dudes. Let’s go in the bedroom so I can let you have it in private.”

“Alright, then, my modest little gangster,” said Chloe condescendingly. “Come along.” She came and took Jimmy by the hand and lead him off toward the nearby guest bedroom. He turned back to his buddies with his tongue out and making snapping gestures with his other hand while they looked on in shock and laughed in astonishment. Then he turned and gave Marcel the finger before disappearing into the short hallway that lead to the guest bedroom. She gave Marcel a little ironic wave before leading the thug into the bedroom, but they didn’t bother closing the door behind them.

“Man, that’s fucked up,” chuckled Ty nervously. “Jimmy’s going to dick your wife in there.”

Marcel was trying to think of an appropriate response when a spotlight blazed briefly through the front window. He rushed over and saw a police car cruising slowly in front of the house sweeping it’s searchlight back and forth. The security service must have notified the police! he thought with excitement as he waved his arms vigorously to gain the officer’s attention. They must have seen him because the car stopped and two bulky policemen emerged and walked cautiously up the front walk to Marcel’s house as he urged them on with his motions.

“Now you interlopers will get your comeuppance. The police are here,” crowed Marcel in delight as he rushed to the front door to let them in.

The two hooligans scanned frantically about looking for an escape route but the officers were inside the room quickly and pinned the two suspects with stern glares.

“Ok, what’s going on here?” asked the senior officer, never taking his eyes off the two young men who fired back defiant glares.

“These, these hooligans barged right into my house, officer, and I want them out,” said Marcel waving his hands hysterically.

“Nah, nah, tell the truth, Marcel. Your wife invited us in here and you handed us these drinks yourself,” objected Ty, holding up his gin and juice for the officers to see.

“Is that true, sir?” asked the officer, furrowing his brow and turning to Marcel.

“Uh, well,” said Marcel, rubbing his head in confusion.

“Oh Jimmy,” called Chloe from the other room. “Oh it’s big, go slow, go slow!”

Everyone looked down the hall in response to Chloe’s scream and the officers put their hands on their weapons in surprise. Suddenly there was a telltale rhythmic tapping of the headboard against the living room wall.

“Who else is in this house?” the senior officer demanded sharply, glaring down at Marcel.

“Uh, my wife is in there with the leader of this bunch,” admitted Marcel with chagrin.

“Sounds like Jimmy is getting into your wife,” snickered Ty under his breath.

“What did you say there, tough guy?” asked the senior cop aggressively.

“You can hear that he’s fucking her in there,” said Ty, spreading his hands in supplication. “That’s not my fault, is it?”

“I’m going to check this out,” the senior cop told the younger officer who smirked sarcastically in response.

Marcel tagged along behind the policeman as he walked cautiously down the hall. He didn’t want to believe that his wife was really having sex with this gangster and still held out hope that this was some sort of ruse and that she was just teasing him by playacting loudly. But as he and the officer approached the open door to the guest room, his hopes were dashed. Chloe lay naked on the bed with her legs spread and Jimmy was on top of her, fucking her missionary style. Marcel watched with sick fascination as the young man’s muscular ass pumped in and out, framed by his wife’s lovely knees, spread wide to provide him easier access to her cunt.

“Uh, ma’am, excuse me, but I have to ask. Is this sex consensual?” asked the officer loudly, adjusting the lump in his own trousers.

Jimmy paused mid stride with his cock sunk deep into Marcel’s wife and looked over his shoulder in surprise and fear at the ominous form of the policeman in the doorway.

“Oh my god, don’t stop, Jimmy, please, keep going, I’m right on the verge,” gasped Chloe reach down and gripping the thug’s ass cheeks greedily. “And yes, officer, this is the most consensual sex I have had in years,” she said, arching her brow at her husband.

“Ha, ha, yeah!” laughed Jimmy, sticking his tongue out at Marcel as he resumed dicking his wife. “You heard that, Marcel? She’s begging for that dick now,” crowd Jimmy triumphantly as he pumped away.

The officer shook his head in disbelief. “Now I’ve seen everything,” he said.

“Can’t you, can’t you do something?” whined Marcel as Jimmy’s thrusts increased in intensity and the headboard resumed it’s staccato tapping.

The officer looked down at Marcel sympathetically, but the cuckold husband couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of his wife getting ploughed in his guest bedroom by a random thug off the street. “Sorry, sir, but I can’t see what law these hoodlums are actually breaking. Technically adultery isn’t illegal here in California.”

“Would you two mind taking this conversation into the other room? I am about to climax over here,” gasped Chloe as she clung to Jimmy’s back and he pumped his dick in and out of her sodden pussy.

“Wait, don’t you want Marcel to watch? He might learn something,” chuckled Jimmy glancing over his shoulder lewdly.

“Ohgodohgodohgod,” cried Chloe as the orgasm overcame her.

“Uh, yeah,” said the officer, turning to go and covering his crotch to hide his erection.

“Goddamn it, Chloe,” snapped Marcel in frustration. His gut wrenched with jealousy and shame and yet he found that he also needed to cover the tent pitched in his own pants by his own tumescence.

He followed the officer back to the living room while Jimmy called after him. “Marcel, wait, come back! I am coming inside her now and filling your wife up with my man jam.”

Marcel and the policemen returned to the living room and found the two thugs giggling and punching each other. The junior officer was struggling not to laugh himself and Marcel’s face burned with humiliation.

“Look, sir, I am really sorry about all this,” said the officer. “I sympathize with your plight, but this really isn’t a police matter. I can’t think of any law that was actually broken here.”

“But can’t you at least get rid of these two thugs?” complained Marcel motioning to Ty and Ken.

“Well if you ask them to leave and they refuse then I guess we can escort them out,” said the officer scratching his head.

“Oh, hello officers,” said Chloe walking into the room, completely naked, eyes shining and cheeks flushed from the sexual exertion. All eyes turned to admire her pale, shapely hourglass figure. She shameless displayed her blonde bush and her large bouncing breasts with their stiff pink nipples. She secretly hoped that no one noticed the streaks of grey in her pubic hair, but otherwise was riding an endorphin high from her glorious orgasm and felt perfectly comfortable to be nude before all these strangers. In fact, she relished the way the two officers looked her over lasciviously. “Can I offer you anything? Coffee, tea… me?” Jimmy followed her into the room, zipping up his pants and snorting with amusement at this last comment.

“Heh, heh, uh, no ma’am, we will just be going now and taking these ruffians with us,” said the senior officer. He had a hard time pulling his eyes away from Chloe’s perfect nipples as they pointed in random directions from the jiggling of her boobs.

“Oh no, I wouldn’t’ hear of it,” she asserted, putting her hands on her hips in an authoritative stance that looked very odd since she was nude. “These are my guests, and I want them to stay.”

“Err, alright,” said the senior officer glancing over at his partner who just shrugged in confusion. “I guess we will just leave you folks to your, uh, evening entertainment then. We will let ourselves out.”

Chloe went to the bar and poured herself a big glass of ice water. “Ty and Ken, have you boys ever had sex with a middle-aged woman?” she asked as the officers departed and Marcel looked on incredulously.

“Nope,” admitted Ty shyly.

“Well then, come along to the guest bedroom. You two have a lot to learn,” said Chloe imperiously, snapping her fingers for them to join her as she headed back down the hall.

“Chloe, this is simply beyond the pale,” cried Marcel in complaint.

“I’m sorry, darling but apparently this is what happens when you gutlessly allow me to handle a gang of hooligans on my own. Not that I am angry about it. I feel that a whole new world of possibilities is opening up. I had no idea that young hooligans would be so, uh, enthusiastic in the bedroom. Young Jimmy gave me quite a workout and I am eager to see what Ty and Ken can do now.”

The two hoods avoided Marcel’s glares of frustration and followed Chloe down the hall and into the guest bedroom.

“Don’t feel bad, Marcel. She just needs some fresh dick is all,” said Jimmy. “Here, let me grab you a drink to show there are no hard feelings.” Jimmy went to the bar and poured himself another gin and juice.

“No thank you,” said Marcel coldly and Jimmy just shrugged. He hopped over the back of the couch and took up the remote control for the entertainment center. After a few minutes of fiddling with it, Jimmy brought up some hip-hop music videos and was quickly engrossed.

Marcel stood for a moment pondering his options when the headboard resumed it’s insistent tapping.

“Don’t pout out there, dear,” called Chloe, grunting from the impact of some hood’s fat cock. “Come and watch them use me. It will be fun.”

Marcel considered walking out for a moment but noticed his member swelling with excitement at the thought of watching his wife get owned by two thugs at once. Ah well, might as well try to salvage what I can of the evening, he thought to himself as he heading toward the bedroom unzipping his fly while heavy beats thumped from his high-end speaker system, practically shaking the entire house.

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Wife Blows Flasher in the Park

By Gustav Jorgenson

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My wife Karen has been trying to quit smoking for years.  By the time she turned 42, I had mostly convinced her to stop, but she still slipped up sometimes.  This upset me since I do love my wife and want her to, you know, not die of lung cancer and whatnot.  So I would often yell at her when I caught her smoking. And when my wife supposedly went to the bathroom one night while we were out drinking at a local pub with another couple, I started to grow suspicious.

First of all, Karen always had a harder time avoiding cigarettes when she was drunk, as do most people.  And secondly, she was in fine form that evening, flirting with all the men and flashing them some leg in her short dress.  She was clearly feeling horny that night and when she was gone for too long to the restroom, I almost worried that she had snuck off to fool around with some other guy.  When Karen had been gone for about five minutes, I sent our friend Susan to the bathroom to check on her.

Susan came back empty handed.  “Sorry Roger, but Karen isn’t in the bathroom.”

Her husband Ed laughed.  “Better run and find her, old boy.  She’s been pretty popular with the boys this evening. You might find her pressed up against a wall somewhere getting familiar with one of these fine fellows.”

“Stop it, Ed, you are terrible!” laughed his wife.  I could tell by the sparkle in her eye that the idea excited her.  

I had a sick feeling in my gut as I stepped away from our table. “She’s probably just sneaking a cigarette.  I will give her what for.” I searched around the front of the bar but the street was deserted. Then I went around the corner to a little pocket park, and sure enough, there was Karen.  She was perched on a park bench taking furtive puffs, mostly shielded by the shrubbery.

“Karen, for Chrissake, put that out!” I shouted and I started running from the corner.

My wife gave a start and guiltily dropped the butt to ground it beneath her high heeled pump.

I was marching angrily toward her, ready to chew her out, when a tall skinny white guy in his early twenties stopped in front of my wife and opened his trench coat dramatically.  Karen gave a gasp of surprise and then burst out laughing. From where I stood, behind him, it really looked like the young man had just flashed my wife. But I couldn’t believe it.  That sort of thing doesn’t happen in real life, does it?

Yet sure enough, when I came closer I saw to my amazement that this dorky fellow was totally naked under his coat and he was pointing his stiff erection directly at my wife and waving it around excitedly.  I had to laugh. I mean, Karen was old enough to be this kid’s mother and he just looked so silly wagging his dick around like that.

“Look at my penis, look at it!” he demanded of my wife.

“Yes, I see it dear, it’s a very nice penis,” said Karen.  And she did oblige him by gazing at it with amusement. Then she made an impressed pout.  “It’s a very big penis, isn’t it?”

“Get out of here with that thing,” I told the young man with a dismissive wave.  “What the hell are you thinking?”

“I’m a pervert, ok?” he replied defensively.  “I get off on this.”

“Oh, hello dear,” said Karen, greeting me brightly.  “Have you met, uh, I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name,” my wife turned toward the gangly flasher with his waving tentpole.

“Uh, I’m Aaron,” said the bashful exhibitionist.

“Have you seen Aaron’s cock?  He’s quote proud of it,” Karen told me with a grin.

“Don’t try to change the subject, you,” I told her angrily.  “I saw you smoking!”

Karen grimaced in contrition.  “It was just a puff…”

“Show me your tits!” blurted Aaron. He planted his feet far apart and thrust his hips forward, jutting his massive dong toward my wife and then the cheeky bastard started stroking it.

“Oh for chrissake, she’s old enough to be your mother!  Run along will you? My wife and I are trying to have a conversation here,” I told the young man in exasperation.  I would have normally punched another man in the face for doing something like this in front of my wife. But this young guy just seemed like a desperate nerd and I sort of felt sorry for him.  He was resorting to such crude depravity to fulfill his fantasies.

“She gives me a hardon and I want to see her tits!” insisted Aaron. He never took his eyes off my wife as he frantically tugged his meat.  He wagged it at my wife insistently. “Look how hard I am!” he whined.

“What balls this little fucker has,” I gasped in astonishment. Seriously, who does such a thing?

“His testicles are big, look at them hanging down,” giggled my wife, pointing to the young pervert’s huge sagging nutsack.

“You are enjoying this, you little slut,” I said, shaking my head.

“Well it is sort of flattering I have to say,” admitted Karen.  She looked at the big penis being wagged in her face and she licked her lips.  “And of course it is keeping me from being scolded over the smoke.  Maybe I should humor the boy?”

“What, you mean flash him your tits?  You can’t be serious?” I said. I was taken aback by my wife’s brashness.  She really was feeling randy tonight.

“Oh he seems perfectly harmless.  He’s just desperate and a little unclear on proper social etiquette,” said Karen. She looked around cautiously to make sure no one was around, then slid the straps of ther dress down over her shoulders and pulled her bare breasts out so the young man could see them.  My wife leaned forward seductively and cradled her large white boobs under her arms so that they protruded nicely. I got a hardon myself as I ogled my wife’s jiggling knockers.

“This is madness!” I exclaimed.  But it really was arousing, I had to admit.

Aaron groaned desperately when he saw my wife’s big pale orbs on display with her nubby pink areola growing firm and erect in the cool night air.  He resumed jerking his meat as he stared open mouthed at my wife’s amazing chest. “Yes, yes,” he panted. “Now touch it! Touch it!” The excitable young man thrust his pulsing boner toward my wife with a pleading look on his face.

“My gosh, he’s so insistent, honey,” laughed my wife.  She contemplated Aaron’s long veiny shaft for a moment before taking it gingerly in her hand.  “What raging hormones these young guys have,” she commented to me. My drunken wife looked me right in the eye with a smoldering look as she slowly started stroking the stranger’s tool.  Right in front of me. With her tits hanging out for the world to see. My mouth was going dry and I didn’t know what to say. I could barely catch my breath as I watched and then I heard Aaron moan in deep satisfaction.

“Yeah, yeah,” he groaned.  His head was thrown back and his entire body arched backward as he presented his cock to my wife for handling.

“Do you like that dear?  Do you want me to pull on it a little harder?” my wife asked sweetly.  But she was looking at me while she said it, not at Aaron.

“What do you mean, are you asking me?” I croaked.  I could feel my heart thumping heavily in my chest.

“Yes, I am asking you, darling,” my wife told me. She squinted at me sensuously.  “Are you enjoying the sight of your wife jerking off a horny stranger in the park?  Am I being naughty enough for you?”

“Since when did I ask you to be more naughty?” I asked.  My own cock was pitching a tent in my trousers and I knew she could see it.

“A husband can’t ask for such things,” she sniffed dismissively.  “But a wife knows.”

Aaron looked at me curiously, his eyes glazed over with lust as my wife generously tugged his meat for him.  “Can she suck it?” he asked me. “I want her to suck it now.”

“What?  No, of course not,” I stammered. But Karen could see how weakly I protested.  

My wife smiled knowingly at me as she pulled the young man closer.  The red swollen glans was just an inch from her pink pouty lips. “How about if I just lick it a little?” she asked me in voice generally reserved for babies.  And she stretched her wet little tongue out and lapped delicately at the pulsing head of the flasher’s cock. My cock jumped at the sight and I pushed it down hard, gripping it through my trousers. Karen noted my reaction with sly smile and then started sucking the pervert’s cock in earnest.  He put his hand on the back of my woman’s head and whimpered in pleasure as it bobbed up and down. She had engulfed the top part of his long cock in her hot little mouth and was giving him a thorough blowjob.

I don’t know what possessed me, but I just sort of gave in to my bestial desires at that point and I unzipped my fly so that I could masturbate while I watched my filthy wife sucking off a complete stranger in this tiny pocket park.  Karen was really getting into it now and she moaned in the back of her throat as she enthusiastically slurped and sucked. She gripped the young man by his bony hips and tried to get as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, but she quickly choked once it was halfway down.  So my wife contented herself with sucking just the top third of the thing. She pulled it out of her mouth and ran her tongue up and down it, looking me in the eye ferociously as I stood there jerking myself to the kinky spectacle. She even lifted his testicles up and started sucking those in front of me.  Her fierce gaze cutting into me as she serviced the pervert.

“This is so fucked up,” I moaned.  I was on the verge of climaxing though.

“Your wife is a total whore,” Aaron said in a congratulatory manner.

“Hmm, mmm,” agreed my wife as she resumed sucking his dick with abandon.  She even reached up and pulled her panties down.

“Oh, now wait a minute,” I gasped, but I nearly came when I saw her do that.

“Oh, here you two are!” called Susan.  “Ed and I thought you had left…” Our two friends sauntered into the park to join us.   “What the holy hell?!” yelped Susan when she saw Karen sucking the stranger’s huge cock while I fapped away.

“Who?  What? Who the hell is this guy and what the fuck are you people doing?” laughed Ed.  He thought it was funny, of course. That’s the kind of guy he was.

Susan gagged on the big dick for a moment before pulling it out of her mouth.  “This is Aaron,” she told Ed breathlessly as though that explained anything. “And he’s fucking me now.”

“Yes! YES!” shouted Aaron in ecstasy. The gangly fellow dropped unceremoniously to his knees into the mud before my wife.  She spread her legs for him urgently and within moments he was thrusting that big prick of his right into my wife’s cunt.

Susan looked on with shock. Ed looked on with a big lecherous grin.  

But for me it was just time to cum.  “Fuck her! Fuck her hard!” I groaned in encouragement to the hormone fueled younger man as his ass pumped away trying to impregnate my wife.  Then my climax came and Susan gasped in surprise as she watched the hot jism spurting out of my cock. Burst after burst spewed forth into the air as Ed’s wife watched in fascination.  Karen saw me ejaculating and the sight of my orgasm triggered her own. I saw her shudder and grimace as her body was wracked with a powerful climax.

“Ugh, ugh, I’m cumming!  I’m cumming inside,” shouted Aaron after pumping his huge dong in and out of my wife’s tight snatch for a few more moments.

“That’s a good boy,” she told him.  And my wife grinned at me blearily as she patted the young stranger on the back while he emptied his seed up inside her.

Aaron jerked himself free and awkwardly jumped to his feet.  He ran his hands through his hair as he looked at Susan and Ed with embarrassment.  Susan’s eyes widened at the sight of the youth’s huge dangling schlong. Softer now, but still impressive.  “Uh, I think I should go now,” he said.  

“I think that’s for the best, dear,” my wife told him as she searched around under the park bench for her panties.

Aaron was watching Susan stare at his dick and he held his coat open so she could see it clearly.  Unbelievably his healthy young member started to swell again from her attention, even though he had just blown his wad.  “I, uh, usually go do this in Dimond park on Tuesday nights,” he told Susan. “Down by the dog run. It’s pretty secluded and I sometimes find horny MILFs there.”

“I’ll bet you do,” Ed said with a lewd leer.  He noticed his wife’s interest in the younger man’s wang.

“Good to know, dear,” said my wife.  She gave me a wicked grin to let me know she might be visiting that park soon.  The young man wagged his inflating cock at Susan one last time before wrapping himself back up in his trench coat and dashing away.  Karen watched him go with a tender expression.

“Now that is something you don’t see every day,” Ed said with a twinkle in his eye. 

His wife Susan was fanning herself and said nothing.

“Well, at least I got out of a scolding,” my wife told me with a grin.

“No wait, about that, you really need to think about your lungs, Karen,” I chided as I tucked my spent cock back into my pants.  Really, we need to get our priorities straight here. I wasn’t about to let my wife off the hook for that cigarette.

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Wife Gets Pool Lesson From Stranger

By Gustav Jorgenson

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Sam’s wife Chelsea was complaining that they didn’t go out enough, so he agreed to take her to dinner and out to a new bar that just opened up. The couple didn’t know anyone there and felt a bit awkward. After a few drinks they decided to try playing pool although neither of them was very good at it. They were missing shots over and over and just laughing about it when Sam noticed this short, muscular guy looking on in disdain.

“Look, you gotta get down lower when you take a shot so you can see the angle,” he told Chelsea impatiently as she stood upright by the side of the pool table, clumsily preparing to take a shot.

“Oh?” she asked him, somewhat startled at his interjection. “I, uh, well obviously I’m not very good. We are just fooling around.”

“Well you would have more fun if you learned a bit of technique,” said the stranger. “I’m Joe by the way,” he said, gazing into Chelsea’s eyes intently and ignoring Sam.

Chelsea blushed under his piercing stare and averted her eyes modestly. “Hello, Joe, I am Chelsea, and this is my husband, Sam.”

Sam waved gamely, embarrassed by the way this fellow was looking at his wife.

“Very pleased to make your acquaintance, Chelsea,” said Joe, looking her up and down in her short, snug dress and admiring her shapely figure. Sam cleared his throat to remind Joe that he was there and could see him checking out his wife. “Hey Sam, why aren’t you teaching your pretty little wife here how to shoot pool properly?”

“Ha, well, actually, I’m not much of a pool player myself,” admitted Sam, feeling somewhat unmanly.

“Can I give you some tips?” Joe asked Chelsea, putting his hand on her pool cue.

“Uh, sure, I am open to learning new things,” said Chelsea, looking at her husband with trepidation. “Are you very good at pool?”

“Let me show you,” he said taking the cue from her hands smoothly. “4 ball corner pocket, off the 7,” he muttered casually and he crouched down and forcefully fired the cue ball with a loud crack. The cue bounced off the far bumper, rebounded and clipped the 7 ball perfectly, sending it into the 4 which landed in the corner pocket with a satisfying clunk.

“Wow,” said Chelsea, clearly impressed.

“Yeah, that was like a combo bank shot,” said Sam with surprise.

“That’s right, Sam,” said Joe condescendingly. “Now let me show your wife a thing or two.”

“Ok,” agreed Chelsea brightly. “How do I do a shot like that?”

Joe laughed. “Chelsea, you have to take it slow. You can’t even make a straight shot. You are standing too stiffly. You need to bend down lower so you can see what you are doing. Here take the cue.”

Chelsea took the cue and bent down slightly, sliding the cue back and forth across her finger as she prepared to shoot.

Joe was standing close by her side and shook his head. “No, no,” he said pushing her back. “You need to get lower.”

“But I feel kind of weird, bending down too far in this short dress,” she said, reddening slightly and pulling self-consciously at her hem.

“Ah, let the guys get their thrills, why don’t you?” said Joe, looking at Chelsea’s round buns unabashedly. “You got panties on don’t you?”

“Oh my god, Joe, of course I do,” exclaimed Chelsea with a laugh of surprise. She gave her husband a devilish grin, her cheeks bright red. Sam’s gut twisted with jealousy and he just smiled back weakly.

“Well yeah, then get down then and stick that rump out,” said Joe, standing back and watching her rear expectantly.

Chelsea bent down low over the table, thrusting her rump toward Joe suggestively. She was enjoying the attention of another man and was getting a kick out of making Same a bit jealous. “How’s that, Joe?” she asked over her shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s a fine ass,” admitted Joe staring at Chelsea’s buttocks.

“Ok, yeah, that’s not really a pool tip,” complained Sam, his mouth turning dry. He looked at Joe’s thickly muscled arms with apprehension. Sam had never been a fighter and didn’t relish the idea of fisticuffs with this burly stranger over his wife’s honor.

“Sorry, but your wife has some junk in her trunk,” said Joe cheerily, not bothering to look at Sam. “Now Chelsea, line up the ball and take a shot.”

Chelsea grinned up at Sam. “I’ve got junk in the trunk, Sam. Did you hear that?”

“Yes, that’s the word on the street,” said Sam through gritted teeth. He could feel his armpits growing damp.

“Take your shot now, honey,” urged Joe, giving Sam a fit at the familiar tone he used.

Chelsea’s tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth as she tried to concentrate on the ball and she gave a sudden jerky stroke which sent the cue ball careening off target, missing her objective entirely.

“Oh, jeez, you have to do a smooth, slow stroke,” said Joe with exasperation. “Focus on the cue going straight. Here let me show you.” Joe strode up behind Chelsea and wrapped his arms around her.

“Wow, hello there, Joe,” gasped Chelsea in surprise. But she was enjoying the feeling of being clasped in this aggressive stranger’s thick, strong arms.

“Yeah, uh, that’s my wife there, buddy,” stammered Sam, his heart pounding in his chest.

“I’m just teaching her how to stroke, Sam,” said Joe, looking up at Sam innocently as he cradled his wife in his arms. Joe enjoyed the smell of Sam’s wife and was aroused by the heat coming off her soft skin.

“You make it sound so dirty, Joe,” purred Chelsea, looking over her shoulder at Joe, her face just inches from his. She arched her back slightly to press her rear against his crotch.

“You’re the one with the dirty mind,” he told her softly. He held her close and pressed his stiffening penis against her generous bottom.

“Hey, I feel something back there,” giggled Chelsea. “Is that a pool cue in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Jesus, Chelsea,” whined Sam. “Cut the shit. Joe are you giving my wife a pool lesson or are just feeling her up?” His blood was pounding in his ears and his palms were sweaty as he tried to confront this interloper.

“Relax, Sam, relax,” said Joe as he smoothly stroked the pool cue back and forth. His arm brushed Chelsea’s boob as he showed her how to slide the cue. “You see, Chelsea, nice and smooth,” he said, thrusting his protruding bulge against her warm soft buns for emphasis. Holding her arm, he followed through and fired off a shot that sank another ball with a clean thunk into the side pocket.

“Oh, wow, yeah, I see,” chirped Chelsea happily. “Look, honey, I made a shot.” She wiggled her rear against Joe’s crotch, enjoying the naughty pleasure of his dong pressing into her ass while her husband looked on helplessly.

“Ok, you can let go of my wife now,” stammered Sam indecisively. He was torn with jealousy and anxiety but was surprised to find himself titillated by the whole situation.

“Yeah, ok, hold on a second,” said Joe gruffly. He nuzzled Chelsea’s neck and said softly, “You feeling that?” as he continued to prod her with his dick from behind.

“I feel it,” affirmed Chelsea, feeling herself growing wetter and wetter.

“Feel what?” asked Sam sickly, not wanting to know the answer.

“Joe’s penis is poking me right in the rear,” giggled Chelsea, looking up her husband with an impish grin. “And you know his arm brushed my boob when he was showing me that shot.”

“You like that, huh?” asked Joe as he brashly cupped Chelsea’s dangling boobs in his hands and squeezed them, never ceasing to worry her from behind with his cock.

“Ok, seriously, cut that out right now. That’s my wife!” squeaked Sam, his voice cracking from the stress. He felt as though his heart was about to explode out of his chest and his palms were slick with sweat. “Chelsea, make him stop, what are you doing?”

“Oh, darling, don’t make a scene,” laughed Chelsea, standing upright and surreptitiously reaching back to pinch Joe’s penis through his pants. “Here, let’s all have a drink.”

“Yeah, let me buy you two a drink to show there are no hard feelings,” said Joe, surprised at the audacity Chelsea showed by grabbing his cock.

“No hard feelings, just a nice hard cock,” said Chelsea as she gripped Joe’s boner fiercely behind her back.

“Honey, what’s gotten into you?” gasped Sam in shock.

“Maybe you haven’t been getting into her enough lately, pal,” laughed Joe wrapping his arm around Chelsea’s waist as she tilted her hip forward and slid her arm behind her back so her husband couldn’t see how she was squeezing Joe’s dong.

“Our sex life has cooled off quite a bit these past few years,” said Chelsea sadly.

“Chelsea! That’s not the sort of thing to tell a complete stranger,” said Sam, mortified by his wife’s behavior.

“Sometimes it’s easier to tell a stranger,” said Joe smoothly. “Let’s just have a drink and relax. Maybe I can help you two out.” Joe lead Chelsea over to the bar and ordered another round while Sam tagged behind apprehensively.

Sam felt that his wife deserved a slap in the face and this jerk Joe deserved a punch in the mouth, but he couldn’t bring himself to do either. So he just stood there stewing in his own juices and reluctantly accepted the drink that Joe handed him.

“So how do you think you can help us, Joe?” asked Chelsea, peeking at him meekly over the top of her martini.

“Chelsea, you clearly need to get some dick,” said Joe matter of factly, looking her in the eye.

“Well you’ve certainly shown that you know how to shoot it into the hole,” laughed Chelsea, smiling back at Joe who chuckled in response.

“Ok, Chelsea, that’s enough,” croaked Sam, barging between his wife and her new lover to slam his drink down on the bar startling the bartender who looked at him strangely. “We are going home right now. First this guy prods you from behind with his thing and then he grabbed your boobs. And now this conversation has taken a completely inappropriate turn.”

“I was just showing her how to shoot pool,” chimed in Joe holding out his big calloused hands in supplication.

“Besides, I liked it,” said Chelsea looking up at her husband with a twinkle in her eye and, running her finger along his chest.

“That’s it, I’m taking you home right now to sober up and we can discuss this in the morning, young lady,” shouted Sam, losing his temper and grabbing his wife violently by the arm, making her spill her drink.

“Whoa, leave that woman alone!” shouted the bartender, looking on in shock. He glanced between Sam and Joe in confusion.

Suddenly a tall bouncer with the physique of a weight lifter appeared, hovering menacingly above Sam and Chelsea. “Is there a problem here?” he grunted, putting his hands on his hips.

“Bu, bu, this is my wife,” stuttered Sam in bewilderment. “She has had too much to drink and I am taking her home.”

“Looks like you are the one who has had too much to drink,” replied the bouncer, crossing his massive arms across his broad chest. “Why don’t you release her arm and act civil,” he said, phrasing it as a command rather than a question.

Sam let go of Chelsea’s arm and she rubbed her bicep ruefully.

“We don’t want any trouble in here,” said the bouncer. “Just act civil,” he pointed his finger right into Sam’s face. Sam’s knees started knocking in dread, fearing that this massive animal would strike him in front of everyone, including his wife.

“Oh, Sam will be fine, he’s normally a perfect gentleman,” said Chelsea, grabbing the bouncer by the wrist and pulling his hand away from her husband. “He just got upset because Joe and I were fooling around a little bit.”

The bouncer turned as though noticing Joe for the first time. “Oh shit, what’s up Joe?” laughed the bouncer, turning toward Joe with a broad smile and offering his hand. “You stirring up trouble over here?”

“Didn’t mean to, Ray-ray,” said Joe, grasping the bigger man’s huge hand in an iron grip as they shook hands amiably. Sam looked on in horror at the chummy relationship the two men had.

“You can’t just go around stealing wives away from their husbands,” chuckled Ray-ray, patting Joe on the back. “Dudes will get bent out of shape about that.” He looked Sam over disdainfully, noting his skinny build and hunched over posture. “And I wouldn’t want to see Eugene over here knock you out or anything,” he laughed.

“Uh, it’s Sam, actually,” objected Sam holding up a nervous finger.

“Whatever,” said Ray-ray dismissively. “You look like a smart guy. If you got a problem with your wife, just talk it through. Don’t go grabbing her like a damn ape,” said Ray-ray. “And frankly it’s embarrassing that a big dumb guy like me needs to tell you that, professor,” he added with a snort as he walked away.

“That Ray-ray,” said Joe shaking his head and waving at the bouncer in farewell as he leaned against the bar.

“How do you know, Ray-ray?” asked Chelsea, looking down at her empty glass with regret.

“Oh, we go to the same gym,” said Joe with a wave of his hand. “Hey, let me get you a fresh drink.”

“Thank you, Joe,” said Chelsea. “I need to calm my nerves after all this excitement.”

Sam stood there with his pits soaked in sweat trying to catch his breathe after being threatened and then humiliated by the big bouncer. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Joe clapped him on the shoulder heartily.

“Here Sam, take your drink,” said Joe in a friendly voice. “I didn’t mean any disrespect.”

Sam accepted the drink but looked down at Joe with loathing.

“Now don’t look at me like that, Sam,” pleaded Joe as he sidled up beside Sam’s wife again and slipped one arm around her waist. “I’m just trying to be friendly.”

“Friendly!” blurted out Sam in derision. “You call it friendly to put the moves on another man’s wife?” he asked tightly after taking a swig of his drink.

“Really, Sam. I have never seen you so jealous,” put in Chelsea with a little smile on her face. She liked seeing Sam get riled up over her. “I like it. I feel that you take me for granted sometimes.”

“Really?” asked Sam in genuine dismay. “But how can you say that? Aren’t I always attentive and loving?”

“Sure you are, dear,” said Chelsea reaching out to pat her husband’s arm but nearly jumping when Joe reached his hand back and grabbed her ass cheek in the palm of hand and started rubbing it vigorously. Her cheeks reddened again as Joe worked her ass and she had trouble concentrating. “But it’s not the same as before we got married. I used to feel that you were really pursuing me.”

“But how can I pursue you when we are married and living together?” asked Sam helplessly, annoyed that this deep personal conversation was being played out while the strange man rubbing up against his wife.

“Oh, I don’t know, darling,” said Chelsea, turning to look at Joe while he gripped her bottom. “But I like this feeling of being desired and frankly, it’s pretty exciting to have men fighting over me. It makes me feel sexy again.”

“You are sexy and I would definitely fuck the shit out of you,” said Joe, pulling Chelsea against him and gripping both her ass cheeks in his hands, letting Sam see what he was doing.

“Can you please get your hands off my wife’s butt?” asked Sam, looking on in horror.

“I like feeling your boobs pressed against my chest like this,” Joe told Chelsea his face just inches from hers.

“And I like to feel your rod poking me in the crotch,” breathed Chelsea in response. She felt giddy with lust and reached down between Joe’s legs to grab his bulge again. “Wow, you are really hard down there.”

“Honey, are you touching his thing?” yelped Sam in alarm.

“Well he’s so insistent with it. He’s always jamming it against me,” purred Chelsea, looking back over her shoulder at her husband alluringly. “And it’s really big and stiff. I would have thought a short guy like Joe would have a smaller one.”

“You got to look at the hands and feet,” said Joe with a smile, holding up his big meaty paw for her inspection.

Chelsea took his hand and started sucking on his index finger seductively while she continued to stroke his cock through his pants with his other hand.

“Oh my god,” gasped Joe feeling as though his cock was about to explode as Chelsea looked him in the eye suggestively while she tongued his finger.

“How is this supposed to help our marriage?” whined Sam in confusion as he looked on helplessly.

“You know, buddy, I frankly have no idea at this point,” Joe told Sam. “But I need to get your wife naked and get my dick into her as soon as possible.” Joe put his arm around Chelsea’s shoulder and she allowed him to hustle her down to the end of the bar where Ray-ray and the bartender were chatting. Sam trailed along behind, his stomach flipping with anxiety.

“This chick is really ready to go,” said Joe to Ray-ray urgently. “Do you guys have a break room in back where I can take her and work her out?”

“What about her husband?” asked Ray-ray skeptically, looking over Joe’s shoulder at Sam hovering nervously in the background.

“Man, look at her, she’s all over my dick,” said Joe.

“He started it,” chirped Chelsea cutely as she brashly fingered the bulge in Joe’s trousers while Ray-ray and the bartender looked on in interest.

“Wow, she’s a freak alright,” said Ray-ray. “But there is no break room, you have to use the manager’s office. Come on.”

The bartender quickly raised up a section of the bar and Ray-ray lead Joe and Chelsea behind the bar. Sam tried to follow along but the bartender stopped him.

“Staff only, buddy,” he said, putting his hand on Sam’s chest.

‘But they aren’t staff,” blubbered Sam in distress, motioning toward Joe and his wife.

“Let Sam come,” pleaded Chelsea over her shoulder.

The bartender hesitated for a moment, looking at Ray-ray, but Ray-ray just nodded and the bartender let Sam pass.

“You are probably going to regret this,” said the bartender, shaking his head at Sam.

“I’m already regretting ever setting foot in here,” muttered Sam as he hurried after the retreating trio.

Sam followed behind Joe who held Chelsea before him while Ray-ray lead the way along a corridor lined with gas canisters, empty crates, 5 gallon buckets and cleaning supplies until they came to a little door. Ray-ray tapped on the door and listened for a moment before fishing out a key and letting them in. They entered a small, cluttered office with a metal desk facing a ratty old leather couch.

“This is perfect,” said Joe. “Here baby, let’s get that dress off you so we can get down to business.” He lead Chelsea into the center of the room before the desk and started tugging insistently at the hem of her dress while Ray-ray and Sam stood by the door, watching.

“Uh, can you close the door, please Ray-ray?” asked Chelsea, gently fending off Joe’s advances.
“Oh sure, sorry ma’am,” said Ray-ray, closing the door behind him and locking it.

“Wait, are you going to stay in here?” Sam asked Ray-ray in surprise.

“Hell yeah,” said Ray-ray, rubbing his huge mitts together in anticipation.

“You don’t mind if Ray-ray watches, do you honey?” asked Joe urgently.

“No, that might make it hotter actually,” said Chelsea looking at Ray-ray’s hulking form.

“Besides, I can keep your hubby in line in case he tries to freak out over this,” said Ray-ray, looking down at Sam threateningly. “You. Sit.” he said to Sam, pointing to the couch commandingly.

Sam gulped and dropped down into the couch obediently. He realized that he still had his drink and took a forlorn sip.

“Now lift your arms up so I can get this dress off,” demanded Joe.

“Ok, manly man,” giggled Chelsea, lifting her arms in acquiescence.

Joe gripped her dress by the hem and pulled it roughly up and off over Chelsea’s head, exposing her pale soft body as she stood there in her bra, panties, and stockings.

“Hot body!” said Ray-ray, fingering his crotch unconsciously.

“Why, thank you Ray-ray,” said Chelsea, feeling somewhat self-conscious.

“Here, hold this, Sam, will you?” said Joe, tossing Chelsea’s dress at him.

“Uh, yeah, this isn’t cool you guys,” croaked Sam as he caught the dress.

“I don’t wanna throw her nice dress on the floor to get trampled on,” said Joe reasonably as he stood looking Chelsea up and down.

“Do you like what you see?” asked Chelsea, cocking her hip for Joe saucily.

“Come here and find out,” said Joe, taking her in his arms forcefully and kissing her on the lips.

Sam’s stomach churned in jealousy as Chelsea moaned in pleasure while kissing Joe. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably and began idly folding her dress.

Joe pushed Chelsea back until she was sitting on the desk. She wrapped her stockinged legs around his back and reached down to unzip his fly while their tongues eagerly flicked back and forth. She felt a pang of guilt as she extracted Joe’s meaty phallus and started stroking it.

“How are you doing over there, dear?” she asked, breaking her mouth from Joe’s breathlessly and peeking over Joe’s shoulder at her husband who sat primly on the couch.

“I’m, this is, I mean, this is terrible,” said Sam miserably. “How could you do this?”

“I’m sorry, dear,” apologized Chelsea as she tugged on Joe’s dong, unseen by her husband. “We just got carried away I guess. I’m not used to getting attention from other men and I let it go to my head.”

“Get down and suck that thing,” urged Joe excitedly as Chelsea gave him a handjob.

“I better not, what would my husband think?” said Chelsea gazing down at Joe’s penis as she fingering the swollen mushroom head of his cock. “You do have a lovely fat penis though.”

“What are you doing, did you pull his penis out?” squeaked Sam in consternation.

“Jesus, man, what did you think was going to happen?” laughed Ray-ray looking at Sam with contempt. “She was all over Joe’s dick. You must not fuck her enough.”

“Oh shut up,” muttered Sam in displeasure.

“What did you say to me?” asked Ray-ray, turned to face Sam and flexing.

“Ray-ray, please,” begged Chelsea. “This is hard enough on Sam as it is. Don’t threaten him.”

“Ok, ma’am,” agreed Ray-ray, struggling to relax. “But hubby better keep a civil tongue in his head.”

“Speaking of head,” said Joe, standing back with his stiff cock pointed at Chelsea. “Here get down on you knees there and I will keep my back turned to Sam to he doesn’t have to watch.”

“You want me to kneel right on the hard floor?” asked Chelsea skeptically.

“Man, toss her a cushion off the couch, be a gentleman about it, will ya,” demanded Ray-ray of Sam.

“Jesus,” complained Sam.

“Will you toss me a cushion, dear?” asked Chelsea sweetly as she stroked Joe’s stiff penis with enthusiasm, eager to suck a strange dick for the first time in years.

“Chelsea!” whined Sam pathetically.

“I’m just going to suck it for a second, I promise,” said Chelsea reasonably.

“Oh my god,” groaned Sam as he grabbed a cushion from the couch beside him and threw it at his wife.

“Thank you darling,” said Chelsea politely as she dropped the cushion before Joe and got down on her knees for him.

“Oh, my gosh, you are stiff as a board,” giggled Chelsea as she fingered the shaft of Joe’s erection. “I like the head, it’s like a fat little mushroom,” she said as she took Joe’s glans into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck, that’s what I’m talking about,” grunted Joe as Chelsea started sucking him in earnest, looking up at him meekly.

“Look at her, she’s got love in her eyes, Joe,” laughed Ray-ray, as he looked on in interest, blatantly gripping his own erection as he did so.

“She does love that cock,” sighed Joe with pleasure. Then he turned to look at Sam over his shoulder. “You wife gives great head, by the way.”

“Thanks a lot, asshole,” snapped Sam irritably. “I happened to know that.”

“Jeez, don’t be so touchy about it, it’s just a blowjob,” chuckled Joe. “No big deal.”

Sam looked on sadly from the couch. He couldn’t see clearly what was happening, but he could hear the slurping sounds and the little moans of pleasure that both Joe and Chelsea emitted as she sucked his penis.
“Ok, that’s enough,” cried Sam jumping to his feet.

“Sit down,” said Ray-ray. “Or you can leave if you want.”

“No, I think you should stay, Sam,” said Chelsea as she unlocked her lips from Joe’s dick. “I would feel weird being here alone with these two strange men.”

“What do you mean?” said Sam in exasperation. “You are sucking the strange man’s cock!”

“I know, but, I feel more comfortable with you here,” pleaded Chelsea. She knew it sounded ridiculous, but she felt safer with Sam there watching.

“Well, it’s time for me to fuck you now,” said Joe, jerking his pud, slick with Sam’s wife’s saliva. “How do you want it? Doggystyle?”

“Oh, I never really, uh, I guess I haven’t tried that before,” said Chelsea bashfully.

“There is a first time for everything. I will , here, stand up and let me help you get naked,” said Joe.

“Oh, that’s so chivalrous of you,” said Chelsea with a grin.

“Yeah, he’s such a gentleman the way he fucks another man’s wife,” spat Sam derisively. But there was a strange kernel of arousal in his gut as Joe helped Chelsea to her feet and tenderly pulled her panties down, revealing her neatly trimmed bush. Joe nibbled at her exposed cooch as he slipped her underwear past Chelsea’s ankles, making her giggle and push his head away playfully.

“Here, take these,” said Joe, tossing Chelsea’s panties to Sam who caught them and put them next to him on the couch along with his wife’s dress.

“Sweet snatch,” commented Ray-ray with his hand on his protruding bulge.

“Jeez, Ray-ray, look at you,” said Chelsea in surprise. “What have you got in your pants over there?”

“A big ole hardon,” admitted Ray-ray with a smile.

“Wow,” said Chelsea gazing at his huge package outlined in his pants.

“Nevermind him, let me get this bra off you,” said Joe, turned Chelsea around and unsnapping her bra. He pulled her bra off and tossed that to Sam as well, releasing her big white knockers.

“Holy shit, look at those things,” said Ray-ray, staring at Chelsea’s round boobs and pink nipples in fascination.

“I think, Ray-ray is into me, Joe,” said Chelsea, putting her finger in her mouth coyly.

“Hold that thought,” replied Joe, gripping her tits in his hands and bending down to suck blissfully on one of her big hard nipples.

“Ooh, you are like a big baby,” she cooed, cradling Joe’s head in her arms as he went to town on her tits.

“That is so fucking hot. Do you mind if I yank my thing while I watch?” Ray-ray asked Chelsea.

“Go ahead, let’s see what you are packing,” said Chelsea as Joe shifted position to suck on her other boob.

“Jesus Chelsea, you are turning into a wanton whore,” said Sam, his own cock growing painfully stiff as he watched this strange man sucking his naked wife’s boobs.

“I know, isn’t this scandalous?” giggled Chelsea. “What would the other couples in the bridge club think? Oh my GOD, Ray-ray. You are gifted!” Chelsea stared at Ray-ray’s huge veiny dong as he pulled it out and started stroking it.

“Here, let me bend you over this desk and do you from behind and then you and Ray-ray can do whatever,” said Joe, grabbing Chelsea by the waist and lifting her bodily up to position her across the corner of the desk.

“Whoa, you are strong,” gasped Chelsea, as Joe handled her naked body as easily as if she were a feather.

She was bent over the corner of the desk with Joe behind her. Joe looked down with pleasure at Chelsea’s round white ass as he gripped her soft hips and nudged his stiff prick between her tender thighs. Her large breasts were dangling down over the edge of the desk as she looked up at Ray-ray fetchingly. Ray-ray and Sam watched her mouth made a cute “o” of surprise as Joe entered her and Ray-ray approached with his massive dong swinging before him.

“Give me that thing,” panted Chelsea reaching out for Ray-ray’s swollen member and he slapped her across the face with his dong playfully before she could wrestle it into her mouth. He sighed with satisfaction as she started sucking it fitfully and reached down to cup her generous bare bosoms in his hands. Joe was slapping his hips against Chelsea’s ass as he banged her from behind and all three were grunting and moaning in pleasure as Sam sat watching helplessly.

“Oh man, her pussy is tight as fuck,” panted Joe as he nailed Sam’s wife with abandon. “I’m gonna cum any second.”

“Are you wearing a hat?” asked Ray-ray, resting a huge hand on Chelsea’s head as she consumed his cock hungrily.

“Of course not,” laughed Joe.

Sam watched with sick fascination as Chelsea reached down between her legs to work her clit as she got banged from behind noisily. Her moans of desire sent sharp pangs of jealousy through him.

“She is one cock hungry slut,” said Ray-ray, looking down at Chelsea with affection as she serviced him orally.

“Oh, this is just too much,” complained Sam, nursing his own erection with embarrassment.

“Shut the fuck up before I come over there and slap you like the little bitch you are,” snapped Ray-ray in irritation.

Chelsea gasped at that moment and shuddered as an orgasm overtook.

“Jesus, Chelsea, did that guy threatening me make you cum?” shrieked Sam in despair.

“Sorry, I know it’s wrong, but it’s pretty hot what a prick he is,” said Chelsea, looking up at Ray-ray in admiration as she tugged on his prodigious meat.

“Ahh, yeah, there it goes,” moaned Joe at that moment as he gripped Chelsea’s hips fiercely and fired his cum inside her. “I am unloading about a gallon of semen into your wife right now, buddy. I hope you don’t mind.”

Ray-ray just laughed at that and jerked his dick frantically as Chelsea licked his balls. “I’m a do you one better and show the man how much I like his wife,” grunted Ray-ray as hot streams of jism erupted from the tip of his penis and splashed onto Chelsea’s lips and cheeks. He stood there spurting his nut all over her face for several moments and Sam was shocked by how much sperm this guy produced. When he was finished, Chelsea zealously sucked his softening dick back into her mouth until he had to pull away.

“Easy woman, it’s sensitive after I cum,” he laughed.

“Sorry, I got carried away,” she said, looking up at him with a love-struck gaze as she licked his spooge from her lips. The look of adoration in her eyes burned Sam up with resentment.

“She’s a good old fuck,” said Joe patting Chelsea’s bare ass tenderly.

“Yeah, too bad she’s married to this jerk,” said Ray-ray looking over at Sam with disdain.

“Why don’t you like Sam?” asked Chelsea, rolling over on her back and stretching, looking up at Ray-ray with her head upside down.

“Yeah, Sam’s a good sport,” said Joe, gazing down at Chelsea’s naked torso. “Fuck, get a load of those titties,” he said with admiration. “She’s hot enough to make me want to take another turn.”

“I’m ready,” she said, spreading her legs for him playfully as she lay on her back on the desk, and casually pushed a stack of papers onto the floor.

“Oh shit, we came all over the fucking staff schedule,” said Ray-ray with concern as he looked at the cum-stained papers on the floor. “How am I gonna explain this?”

“Yeah, that’s a problem,” said Joe, looking down at the mess with disgust. “I’m gonna go now. Chelsea, here’s my card, call me any time you want some loving. I would kiss you, but you got Ray-ray’s man butter all over your face.” He dropped his card on Chelsea’s belly and looked longingly down at her proffered snatch before turning away reluctantly. “Hey, no hard feelings, huh, Sammy?” said Joe bending over and putting his hands on his knees as he addressed Sam who was still sitting on the couch. “Look at you, you are pitching a tent over here, you little pervert,” laughed Joe noticing Sam’s erection.

“He is?” asked Chelsea, propping herself up on her elbows and contemplating her husband with interest.

“Yeah, he was getting off on watching,” chuckled Joe. “Hey, can I have these as a keepsake?” he asked grabbing Chelsea’s neatly folded panties from the pile of clothing that Sam had assembled.

“Uh, sure, I guess,” said Chelsea skeptically.

“Let me have her bra then,” chimed in Ray-ray, reaching out eagerly.

“Come on you guys,” laughed Chelsea nervously. “Do I really have to go back out to the bar without any underwear?”

“Aren’t we leaving now?!” croaked Sam indignantly.

“I’m thirsty, I want another drink,” replied Chelsea with a pout.

“Shit, if you are hanging out, then I am too,” said Joe. “Here, go clean yourself up,” he said, tossing her a bar towel.

“Yeah, you guys clear out of here and let me try to clean this mess up,” said Ray-ray, shaking his head. “I’ll be out in a minute and join you for a drink.”

“Sounds like a plan,” chirped Chelsea, happily. Sam noticed that she had a glow of happiness about her that he hadn’t seen in a long time and it made him reconsider his feelings of frustration and jealousy. Chelsea wiped the cum from her face with the bar towel and hopped agilely off the desk. She gave Sam a quick peck on the cheek as she grabbed her dress. The three men watched in fascination as she wriggled back into her dress, causing her boobs to do marvelous things. “Oh my god, my boobs are going to bounce all over the place without my bra,” she said, shimmying her shoulders and making hit tits jiggle amazingly. “Anyway, I will meet you boys back at the bar, I am running off to ladies room to freshen up.” She gave Joe and Ray-ray each a peck on the cheek on her way out and tugged at the hem of her dress before unlocking the door and slipping out.

“Come on Sam, let’s leave Ray-ray to sort out his sticky papers and let me buy you a drink,” said Joe, clapping Sam on the shoulder as he stood up shakily. “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” said Joe as they made their way back out to the bar. “How about I give Chelsea another pool lesson. But this time she won’t have any panties on and I can pop my cock right into her in the middle of the bar without anyone being the wiser.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” stammered Sam awkwardly, but his own penis rebelled and grew stiff at the idea. It was going to be a long strange evening Sam thought to himself as Joe chortled crassly behind him.

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Plumber Shows Hubby Who’s Boss

By Gustav Jorgenson

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My wife Nina came out of the bathroom dripping in a towel as I was getting dressed for work. “I think we should get a water filter for the house.  I don’t like what the chlorine does to my hair.”

I looked at her shapely legs and growled, then I tugged the towel off of her and pulled her close.  I liked the feeling of her wet naked boobs pressing against my chest.

Nina giggled and pushed me away, covering her nipples with her arm modestly.  We had only been married for two years though we were both in our forties. It was a second marriage for each of us, and Nina was still shy around me sometimes which I found adorable.  “Stop it, you, we don’t have time for that now. We have to get ready for work. Let’s talk about this water filter. I have a guy Tim who has been my plumber for years. He always does a great job.  We should get him to install a system for us.”

I sighed and brushed at the twin damp patches my wife’s wet boobs had left on my shirt.  “I wonder how much that will cost.”

I watched Nina bend over to pull on her black nylons and my erection got stiffer.  I pushed it down ruefully. “Oh, Tim always gives me a great deal,” she said looking back at me.

“Ha, what do you do for him in return?” I laughed.  I was only teasing but Nina bolted upright and gave me a look of shock.  Her face colored cutely.

“Simon, that’s not funny,” she said.   Her eyebrows furrowed with intensity and I could tell she was really upset, but I couldn’t help but admire the way her round boobs lolled out of her half-fastened bra.

“Geez, Nina, I was only joking,” I said.

“And stop staring at my boobs,” she pouted, turning her back to me and tucking them away.

I snorted with annoyance.  “Aren’t I allowed to admire my own wife’s body?” 

“I’m trying to have a serious conversation about the house and you keep deflecting it with sexual stuff.  But we can’t do sexy time now, we have to get ready for work. And I want a new water filter for the house.”  She pulled on her dress and strode back to the bathroom. I was about to reply but she switched on the hair dryer and it was too loud.  “I’m going to call Tim and have him come over and give us an estimate,” she shouted over the noise.

I straightened my tie and went out to the kitchen to make the coffee.  Only two years in and already I could feel tension with my new bride.  



The following evening, I was clearing the dishes from dinner when the doorbell rang.

Nina jumped from her chair with excitement.  “Oh, that’ll be Tim!” she cried as she ran to the door.  She certainly seemed eager for a visit from the plumber. I wondered about my joke from the previous morning.

I turned to greet Tim as he entered and I immediately felt intimidated.  He was a big, blonde haired man, maybe 6’2” and all muscle. He towered over my little wife.  Nina is petite, 5’2” with a nice hourglass figure, short brown hair, blue eyes, cute pug nose and well defined jaw.  Tim was broad shouldered, with big arms, a narrow waist and slim muscular legs. He seemed to dominate her the moment he entered the room.  She bowed her head meekly and had a shy smile on her face. The sexual energy between them was palpable.

I gulped and cautiously offered Tim my hand.  He crushed it in an iron grip as I feared and I winced with pain.  He big mitt was dry and raspy as sandpaper from all the callouses, whereas my hands were moist with anxiety and soft from working on a computer all day.

“Well, I finally get to meet Nina’s new hubby,” he said looking me over critically.

“Yes, well, um, hello,” I said uncertainly.

“Come in, come in, Tim, you want some coffee?” asked my wife.

Tim went and leaned against the island.  “It’s too late for coffee. How about a beer?”

I laughed at his indolence.  What sort of plumber asks for a beer when meeting with a client.

Nina thought nothing of it, apparently, and rushed to refrigerator to get him one.  “Of course, of course,” she said. Almost as an afterthought, she turned to me. “Oh, do you want one dear?”

“Uh, no, I have work in the morning,” I said.

“Work?  It’s only 7pm,” said Tim.  He accepted the beer from my wife very casually as though he was used to her serving him.  It made me nervous.

“Simon has a very demanding job,” said my wife.

“Oh, what does he do?”  I didn’t like how there were talking about me while I was standing right there.

“I’m in Finance,” I blurted.

He looked at me in surprise as though I was rudely interrupting his private conversation with my wife.  “Finance,huh? Spend all day pushing numbers around on spreadsheets.” 

“It pays well,” I said smugly.  I could tell that this guy and I weren’t going to get along.

“Yeah, I can tell, this new house of Nina’s is quite an upgrade over the old place Kevin had bought her,” he said.  “Bigger than my own place too.” He gave me a dirty look.

Nina rushed to his side and put her hand on his shoulder and rubbed it in a familiar way.  “Oh, but working with your hands is good honest work. It’s noble,” she told him. She gave me a look of warning, but I didn’t know what I had done wrong.  This guy seemed like an asshole, end of story. No way was I going to do business with a prick like this. I guess he was used to dealing with my wife one on one and wasn’t used to having another man around to challenge his fragile ego.  But it’s not my fault I make more money than him.

“Yeah, honest.”  He took a swig of beer and looked around at the fine wood cabinets.  This kitchen remodel had cost me an arm and a leg.

“Are we going to talk about water filters?” I asked impatiently.

“I’m getting around to that,” he snapped.  “You know for someone with a lot of money, you don’t have much class.  You don’t just jump right in and start talking business you know.”

I was taken aback by his rudeness and considered asking him to leave.  But Nina rubbed his chest to soothe him. “Oh Timmy, don’t be like that.  Simon didn’t mean anything by it. Can I get you a snack? Want me to heat you up something?” I hated how obsequious my wife was around this guy.  The way she touched him so much. No wonder he gave her such a good deal. She bent over backwards to make him feel welcome.

“No, no, Nina.  Let’s just get down to business shall we?”  He pulled a folded up piece of paper from his pocket and Nina pouted and looked on sadly.  He turned and spread it out on the island countertop. She pressed her hip against his as she leaned forward to examine it with him.  I reluctantly came over to the other side to look on.

“Ok, for whole house filtering, you need a big unit.  So I have a big unit for you,” he gave my wife a significant look and wagged his eyebrows at her.

She blushed and slapped his chest.  “Stop it, you.”

He looked over at me.  “You wife needs a big unit, Simon.”

“Yeah, I get it,” I said, avoiding his aggressive stare.

“I’m glad you do,” he said.  “So anyway, I have to put in some pipe here,”  he rubbed his finger on the paper in a sensual way and my wife bumped her hip against his.  “Between the water main and the water heater. We should include a water softener too.”

“How much will all this cost?” I asked.

He gave me a stare.  “Wow, cut to the chase, huh?  Ok, we can do that. It will cost $6,500 for parts and labor.”

“Whoa,” I said, taken aback.  “That’s a lot.”

He gestured around the house.  “You’re doing well for yourself.  You can afford it.”

I shook my head angrily.  “That’s not the point. One reason I can buy nice houses like this is that I don’t waste my money.  We had a filter and softener and reverse osmosis system put into my last home for $2,000.”

Tim waved his hand.  “Probably some piece of junk you bought off of Amazon and then had a Mexican install it.” 

I felt my face flush with anger.  How did he know? “Well, that may be, but it was a good system and lasted a long time.”

Tim folded up his paper deliberately.  “Look buddy, Are you trying to take food out of my family’s mouth? I have to make a living you know.”

“I’m sorry, but that’s not my problem,” I said.

“Honey, don’t be like that,” said Nina.  She was clinging to Tim’s arm for some reason as she admonished me.

“Not your problem, huh?  You think you are so much better than me, don’t you?” Tim was puffing up his chest now.

“Timmy, please, don’t,” begged my wife.  She wrapped her arm around his waist which made me queasy.

Tim just carried on.  “With you big fi-nance job and your big house and your fancy car.  Well I’ll tell you something, pal, I’m twice the man you are.”

I crossed my arms and smiled at Tim with condescension.  “I’m sure you are Tim. Have a nice night.” I gestured to the door.

“Oh, no, I’m not leaving yet.  I’ve got something more to show you,” said Tim.

“Tim, no,” said Nina.  She had her hand over her mouth.

“I’m sorry, Nina, but it’s got to be done.  I need to put this little limp dick in his place.”

“What are you two talking about?” I demanded.  My stomach was dropping already in fear.

“Nina, take your dress off will you honey?” he asked sweetly.  He glared over at me. “Show your stuck up husband whose orders you follow.”

I tried to force a laugh but it came out with a choking sound.  The way Nina was acting around this guy, I half expected her to do it.

She looked up at him pleadingly.  “Tim, no, don’t make me do this.”

“He’s trying to take food from my family, I need to put him in his place.  Now take it off.” He pointed a finger at my little wife and she glanced over at me sheepishly.

“He can be difficult sometimes dear, it’s best just to humor him,” she explained.

“Humor him?” I gagged.

Nina unzipped the back of her little blue dress.  “Yes. You bruised his ego you know, so now he has to get you back.”   She slipped out of her dress and she stood before us in her bra, panties and stockings.  I felt my chest constrict and I could barely breathe as she bent over to pick up her dress, her cleavage practically spilling out of her bra.  Then she folded her dress neatly and put it on the counter.

She held her arms out and faced Tim.  “Happy now? You’ve made your point.”

“Nina!  How could you?” I gasped.

She looked at me with impatience.  “I’m sorry honey, but you just pushed him a little too far.”

Tim licked his lips as he took in all the bare skin my wife was showing him.  “Take off your bra now, show your husband how you let me play with those titties.”

Nina stamped her foot.  “Tim, no. Don’t do this.  That’s going too far.”

“Oh, I’m just getting warmed up.”  The big goon rubbed his hands together in anticipation. “Do it, take it off.”

Nina sighed and unsnapped her bra and was about to pull it off when I shouted out.  “Nina, you wouldn’t! You are my wife.”

She looked at me sadly.  “I know dear, but I wasn’t always your wife.  Before I was Kevin’s wife and then he ran off and left me with no settlement, no alimony.  It was hard for a single woman to get along. People like Timmy really helped me out when the times were tough.”

I pointed a finger at my wife.  “And you help him out by letting him have he way with you.”

“He’s actually a really sweet guy. I wish you two handed gotten off on the wrong foot.”  She was holding her bra over her boobs, ready to drop it at any minute. “Maybe you should go into the living room while Tim and I sort this out.”

“No!  He has to watch while we do this!” demanded Tim.

“But why?” whined my wife.

“So I can humiliate him the way he’s humiliated me,” said Tim.  He was really impassioned. God knows how I humiliated HIM.

“Oh you men and your power struggles,” sighed my wife as she dropped her bra and let her bare boobs hang out.

“Yeah baby,”  he reached and grabbed her pale orbs in his rough dark hands, tweaking her tender pale nipples and making my meek little wife gasp.  He turned to me with a vicious grin. “You like that rich boy? You like how I feel up your wife. She does what I tell her to do. I’m the boss around here, not you.”

“Oh, Timmy, do you have to be so nasty about it?” said my wife.

“You like it when I’m nasty,” he growled as he juggled her breasts in front of me.

Her cheeks reddened. “Sometimes I do,” she admitted under her breath.

“Get  down there and suck it,” he told.

Nina hesitated, gave me an apologetic look.  “Look, I will explain all this in the morning dear,” she told me as she unzipped Tim’s jeans.  I was shocked at the size of the straining member that emerged. His erect cock was at least eight inches long.  And he was uncut which made it look like an animal penis, with the red slimey glans just peeking out of the foreskin.  She got on her knees before him and yanked his jeans down hard until his whole package emerged. 

Nina cradled Tim’s huge nuts in her hands and grinned at me innocently.  “Can you believe how big they are?” she asked in amazement. “I always forget.”

“Jesus Nina, how many times have you seen them?” I demanded. 

“Oh a few times,” she said distractedly before dipping her head down and sucking one of the giant brown hairy testicles into her sweet little red mouth.  I felt like I was getting punched in the gut each time my tiny wife lapped at his scrotum.  

The plumber leered at me triumphantly.  “Yeah, rich boy, your wife loves sucking my balls, I don’t even need to ask her.”

Nina ran her tongue up his shaft.  “And his penis is so big and hard and strong,” she cooed.  She looked me in the eye and pulled back the foreskin so she could lap gently on the slick crimson head of his dong.  I felt like I was suffocating as I watched her suck that dick. She was so tender and loving with it. She cherished that cock, cradled it against her soft cheek.  Kissed it chastely. Slurped it into her mouth and tried to swallow it, but it was too big for her and she nearly choked.

Tim was groaning with pleasure and I was relieved that he was too distracted to rub my nose in the fact that my wife was clearly in love with his penis.  “Pull those panties down,” he commanded.

He helped her to her feet and my pretty little wife obediently removed her panties for him.  She stood there in nothing but her stockings. Trimmed bush, broad pelvis, flat tummy and big white boobs all fully exposed. “Yeah, bend over,” he urged.

My wife put her elbows on the kitchen island top and presented her round white ass to the big horny plumber.  “You really shouldn’t watch this part dear,” she told me with a pout. ‘“It might bruise your ego a little.”

“You’ve already crushed me,” I whispered.  But I couldn’t look away. I watched Tim crouch down behind my wife and then her mouth made a cute O as he pushed that big straining meat into her pussy.

“Oh yeah, she’s wet as fuck,” he growled.  “Tell him, Nina.”

Nina was smiling at me like a kid on Christmas morning.  “I like it when he beats up my pussy, Simon. I’m sorry, but it’s just so, OH. MY. GOD!”  My wife bowed her head and the brute pounded her from behind while I stood by watching helplessly.  He grabbed her up in his massive arms, keeping her skewered on that massive cock of his and then spun her around making her giggle and pant.  He bent her over the sink so I could see him banging her from behind. I heard his hips slapping against my wife’s plump ass and watched his huge nutsack swinging back and forth like a pendulum as he violated my wife in my own kitchen.  She reached back to cup his sack in her hand and he grunted. I could see his balls pulsing, contracting as he emptied a load of semen inside my wife’s fertile womb. When he pulled out a huge glob of cum plopped out from between her red inflamed pussy lips and landed on the floor with a SPLAT.

“Ok, and we will definitely be buying the water filter too, right honey,” said my wife.  Her complexion was glowing from the rough fuck he had given her.

I couldn’t answer, I just stood there stunned as the plumber wiped the fluids off of his long deflating rod with one of our hand towels.  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he told me with a laugh. “Now that you know who is in control around here.”

“Thank you so much, Timmy, it was great to have you,” my wife gushed, giving him a kiss on the cheek and hugging him wearing nothing but her stockings.

“I’ll see myself out,” he told me with a grin.

Nina came over and took my hand.  “Are you OK, dear? I’m really sorry that you had to see that.  It must be very difficult on your sense of pride.”

“He just used you like a dirty whore,” I said.  I was still in a daze.

“Yeah, but just you wait and see how much he takes off the bill,” she giggled over her shoulder as she headed off to the shower.  And she was right. He only charged us $1500 for the installation. And I was at work when he put it in, so I didn’t need to watch him fuck my wife again, but there was still a wet spot on the bed spread when I came home that night.  But considering the money we saved, I guess we got a good deal.


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Stranger Puts Lotion on Wife

By Gustav Jorgenson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“None of your business,” snapped Bob angrily.

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow,” said Rich thinking it over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone nodded agreement at that plan.

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

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

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

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

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

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Wicked Wife Mischief: NEW! Tales of Erotic Liberation
Slut Wife, Happy Life: Naughty Wife Tales
Exhibitionist Wife Tales: 15 stories of wives cheating in public
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Giant chunks of cuck erotica: Wives Cheating Vol 1-5 Box, Collected Longs
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Work Bully Surprises Couple at Nude Baths

By Gustav Jorgenson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled at my wife sadly and shook my head. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh, yeah,” I agreed.

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

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Wife Grudge Fucked in Courtyard

By Gustav Jorgenson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh, huh,” I said knowingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ew! Gross,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, you like that,” grunted John.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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