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The Scientific Harlot

By Gustav Jorgenson

Excerpted from: “Exhibitionist Wife Tales

“In the 1600s it was fairly commonplace for women to bare their breasts in public. The fashions were initiated by court members and Queens, then replicated by ordinary women, and common prostitutes. 17th century fashion, rather than demeaning women, could be empowering. The extremely low cut dresses were designed to encourage men to look but not to touch. They empowered some women to use their sexuality.”

–Historian Angela McShane Jones from the University of Warwick http://www2.warwick.ac.uk/newsandevents/pressreleases/ne1000000086551/

 

My wife Claire was a nerd.  I mean, so am I.  I am not complaining.  But it was starting to bother HER, as I found out one night when she had a friend of hers over for dinner.

“Maria, I need to get a makeover,” sighed Claire, tugging at her limp brown bob.  “I’m sick of my look.”

“Oh, come on, I think you look cute,” replied Maria.  “You dress really classic and preppy.”

I agreed, Claire had on a nice pink button down shirt, a grey cardigan and tan khakis.  Very prep.  She even had her Sperrys on.

Claire pushed her horn-rimmed glasses back up her nose. “Well, guys don’t really pay much attention to me.”

“Why do you want guys to pay attention to you all of a sudden?” I asked.  I didn’t want to come across as the jealous type, but you know, it was on my mind.

Claire rolled her eyes.  “Please, Jared.  I think it’s perfectly natural for a woman to want to get a LITTLE attention from other men.  Even if she IS married.”

“Oh, I agree, honey,” said Maria, patting Claire’s hand to soothe her.  “Jared, you have to understand.  This society puts a lot of emphasis on a woman’s looks.  So if men don’t look at her, she feels invalidated.”

“It doesn’t sound very feminist when you put it like that,” said Claire with a worried expression.

“Well, you really won’t like my solution then,” laughed Maria.  “You need to show more skin, girl.”

“More skin?” asked Claire skeptically.

“Like a short skirt with a low cut blouse,” suggested Maria.  “You have a nice body.  Show it off a little.  Guys will take notice for sure.”

“See, I’m not totally comfortable with that,” I said, feeling a little jealous now in spite of myself.

“Me neither,” admitted Claire.  “I never felt that short skirts fit my style or my personality.”

“Look, you have a goal, which is to have more men pay attention to you.  I offered a solution with a high probability of success.  You can take my advice or ignore it.  It’s up to you,” said Maria reasonably.  She picked up her plate and started to help clear the table.

“Do you think more guys would look at me if I wore more revealing clothing, Jared?” my wife asked me.  She seemed genuinely skeptical about that.

“Um, yes, probably.  But I’m not sure you would want that sort of attention.” I said.

“Oh, I’m not worried about catcalls or wolf whistles or whatever they are called,” said my wife confidently.  “I think I can handle myself pretty well around misogynists.  I will give them a piece of my mind.  But I want to do this empirically.  I will wear progressively shorter skirts and record the number of smiles I get from men on the street and at social events.  It will be a little Quantified Self project!”  I did mention that Claire was a nerd, didn’t I?

“Uh, ok,” I said.  I was feeling some trepidation about this little project.  But once Claire had an experiment that interested her, there was no stopping her, so I kept my mouth shut.

To establish a baseline, Claire carried a click counter in her pocket and clicked it once each time a strange man smiled at her on the street while she dressed in her normal conservative clothing.  She determined that she only got about one smile per day on average from strangers.  So she decided to wear just a modest knee length skirt with stockings and a button down blouse with two buttons open, revealing some of her collarbone, but no cleavage.  We were both surprised when the number of smiles jumped to three per day immediately

“Just a little tweak like that to my fashion shouldn’t have resulted in such a big jump in average smiles,” said Claire, scratching her head in confusion.  “I was expecting to have to learn about makeup, get contact lenses, maybe redo my hairstyle.  But just revealing my body a little bit more garnered a lot more attention.  Definitely a nonlinear result.”

“I guess Maria was right,” I said.  I was feeling comfortable with this experiment so far.

“Ok, well, I guess it’s time to shorten the skirt even further and display some cleavage,” said my wife.  She was taking a purely clinical approach, designing her wardrobe to maximize male attention.  But I gulped nervously when she showed me her next outfit.

Claire was wearing a short skirt that only went halfway down her thigh, without stockings, and she wore a very tight blouse with four buttons undone, exposing her cleavage.  I was admiring the pale orbs of her boobs in her push up bra and they were giving me an erection.

“Hmm, you seem to be enjoying this outfit.  Do you think other men will notice?”

“Uh, yes, I think so,” I said.  “Maybe I should go with you on this test run to discourage harassment.”

“No, that would spoil the test conditions.  We would need to redo the baseline and long skirt tests since I assume men are less likely to smile at a wife when her husband is around,” scolded Claire.  “Don’t worry, I’m not running around the streets naked or anything.  I’ll be fine.”

That evening when Claire got home from work she was beside herself, simply ecstatic.  “Unbelievable results, Jared. Amazing.  I counted AT LEAST ten smiles today, possibly more that I wasn’t counting since I was so flustered from all the attention.  Several men said hello to me and tried to make small talk, and one fellow even invited me out for coffee!”

“Uh, that great that you are getting such good results, dear,” I said, my stomach fluttering with jealousy.  “I assume you turned down the coffee date of course.”

Claire cocked her head and gave me a strange look.  “No, I didn’t turn down the date.  Why would I?  It’s only coffee after all.”

“But you told him you were married, right?” I asked nervously.

Claire avoided my gaze.  “Well, it didn’t come up actually.  I mean I couldn’t think of a polite way to slip that in.”  She smiled at me with some chagrin.  “But of course I will mention that when we go out tomorrow.”

“Isn’t it a little improper for a married to go on a date with a strange man?” I asked.  I know I sounded whiney, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Am I making you jealous?  Don’t you trust me?” laughed my wife.  “Beside, he seemed like a really nice, normal professional guy.  He works in finance.  It’s just a friendly date.  Nothing to worry about.  Enough about that.  These experimental results are simply amazing to me.  The more skin I show, the more attention I get.  Maria was amazingly prescient.  Tomorrow I am going to increase the exposure and see what happens.”

“Well, I mean, you already wore a pretty short skirt today, how much shorter can you get?” I asked uncomfortably.

“Oh, I stopped at a store that specializes in revealing clothes.  It’s mostly for younger women, but I found some things in my size.  I’ll show you.”  After a few minutes spent changing, my wife came out in a micro mini skirt that barely covered her crotch and a tiny halter top that exposed her midriffs and barely kept her boobs from spilling out.

My eyes practically popped out of my head and I had to readjust my pants to accommodate my sudden erection.

“Claire, come on, that looks like a bad halloween costume,” I gasped.

“It’s considered a nightclub outfit, I understand,” she said pedantically.  “Anyway, that’s beside the point.  I recognize that I risk alienating other women somewhat with this outfit, but all the women at my job know about my experiment and they think it’s wonderful, so they shouldn’t be too offended.  And I want to test the upper bound of the attention scale.  I am assuming that I will start to see some negative effects such as catcalls or harassment of some kind.  And I actually think the smiles and positive attention will level off with such an inappropriate outfit.  Men will probably find it off putting or intimidating, don’t you think?”

“I, I don’t know,” I said, unconsciously adjusting my boner as I looked at my nerdy wife dressed like a club slut.  She did look insanely hot in that little outfit with her long shapely legs, flat belly and big round boobs hanging out.  But then I remembered her date.  “But wait, won’t you be sending this coffee date fellow the wrong signals?”

Claire blushed slightly at the thought.  “Um, yes, well, perhaps.  I will just explain the experiment to him.  That should clarify everything, along with me telling him about being married and all.”

“Uh, huh,” I said.

“Wait, do you have an erection?  What’s that bulge in your pants?” asked my wife with interest.

“What? No, I mean, yes, well, the outfit is pretty arousing,” I admitted.

“Ooh, I like that,” she cooed, coming to kneel before me and unzipping my fly casually.  “I wonder if other men will react to this outfit the same way tomorrow?” she asked.  But I wasn’t paying attention as she took my member into her mouth and started sucking it for me.  I put my hand on her head and pictured her strutting around half-naked while strange men popped boners for her on the street and I nearly came right there and then.  She could tell I was getting close, so she quickly pulled off her panties and lay flat on her back, spreading her legs so that I could mount her.  Her miniscule skirt posed no barrier and I was on her and inside her quite easily, humping away on the kitchen floor while she clasped me and moaned in pleasure.

I thought about her showing this outfit to her coffee date and what easy access to sexual intercourse the outfit provided and I started cumming right away, spurting my load deep inside my wife.  She sighed with slight disappointment that I came so soon, but finished herself off by rubbing her clitoris.  “Well, perhaps I should wear this outfit for YOU more often,” she laughed.  “We never have such spontaneous sex.”

“Yes I would like that,” I admitted.  But I still harbored misgivings about her wearing that outfit in public.

The next day, Claire was wearing her slutty club outfit, letting it all hang out and was ready to head out to work when I stopped her.

“Claire, aren’t you embarrassed at all to wear that provocative nightclub clothing out on the street in broad daylight?” I asked her with concern.  My own pulse was pounding madly at the very thought of it.

“You know, I’m more exhilarated than anything else.  It’s like an adrenaline rush.  I wasn’t expecting such positive results from the previous two outfits, and I am wondering where it will top off.  And frankly, I really enjoy all the attention.  It’s really satisfying to have so many men smile and pay attention to me when I’ve been ignored for so many years.”

She made a good point, so I just kissed her and wished her a good day.  Then I checked out her ass as she walked down the path and I got another erection.

Later that day Claire texted me to give me an update:

Claire:  Astounding results!  Losing track of smiles, easier to count men NOT smiling.

I didn’t know what to say.  I was feeling some shame and some jealousy, but I didn’t want to spoil Claire’s buoyant mood.

Me: Well you certainly do look sexy.

I didn’t hear from Claire for several hours and I was starting to get worried.  I hoped she wasn’t being attacked.

Claire: getting a lot of propositions, mostly good natured, might need to add another category to track these.

Me: What, sexual propositions?

Claire: Yes.

And that was all.  Nothing for a while.  I wanted to text something snarky like “I assume you are turning them down.”  But I refrained and tried to keep my cool.   The idea of all these strange men coming up to my nerdy wife and asking her to have sex with them while they ogled her half-naked body bothered me somewhat.  I had mixed emotions.  

On the one hand, of course I was a little embarrassed that someone we knew might see Claire running around in public dressed so indecently.  Then again, I was jealous of the other guys trying to bed her, but also it was sort of arousing in a strange way.  Finally, I thought it was just funny how my analytical wife would be carefully counting each proposition to later record and chart the results of her wardrobe experiment in a spreadsheet.

Claire really was an innocent in all this.  She really never appreciated how attractive men found her.  She had a just a touch of Asperger’s Syndrome, so she was a little slow on picking up social cues.  But I trusted her implicitly.  She was more of a scientist than a harlot. Or so I thought, I hadn’t accounted for the idea that she might be BOTH: a scientific harlot.

Around dinner time, I got another ominous text from Claire:

Claire: Going to miss dinner tonight.  Having drinks with some fellows I met today.  Better grab your own meal.

That bothered me.  My wife didn’t handle her liquor well and I didn’t like the idea of a drunk and uninhibited Claire, half-naked and surrounded by the sort of aggressive guys that could get a married woman to have drinks with them on such short notice.

Me: Maybe I should join you?

Claire: No need, I’ll be fine. We are having fun!  I’ll tell you everything later.

Me:  I think I really should join you.

But Claire didn’t reply.  Maybe she couldn’t hear the chime of her message notification in the loud bar?  I tried calling her, but her phone just rang and rang before going to voicemail.  The more I thought about my wife getting drunk in a slutty outfit with some strange men, the less I liked the idea.  She might need to start new categories for number of gropes, boobs vs butt.

Luckily I recalled that Claire and I had setup a location sharing app some time ago.  We never ended up using it much since we usually just kept in touch via text, but here was a perfect use case.  I fired up the app and saw that my wife, or her phone at least, was at a fancy boutique hotel in San Francisco.  I sure hoped she was in the hotel bar with these guys and not in a room.  But then I realized how silly that was.  My wife wouldn’t go have group sex in a hotel room with a bunch of strangers after just a couple of drinks… would she?

I hurried to the car to drive down to this hotel just in case.  The traffic was typically terrible and it took me almost 45 minutes to get to the hotel.  I hoped that Claire wouldn’t be mad at me showing up unannounced like this, but then again, I HAD texted her first.

I found my wife right away.  She was at a standing table in the hotel bar area with two well dressed professionals.  One guy was sitting on a bar stool behind my wife with his arms wrapped around her and she was leaning back against him for support.  They were having a very animated conversation and I could see from across the room that my poor wife was sauced up already.

“Omigod!  Jared!” called my wife when she saw me.  She waved wildly for me to come over, but didn’t break free of the strange fellow’s embrace.  “Honey, honey!”, she blubbered excitedly as I approached.  “This is Thomas and Randy,” she said, gesturing to her new friends.

Thomas was the guy hugging my wife and he didn’t bother releasing her when I arrived, he just reached out one hand to shake mine while keeping his other arm wrapped possessively around my woman, his hand on her bare belly.  

“Nice to meet you,” said Thomas. I put on a forced smile and shook his hand, and nearly cried out at his crushing grip.  

Randy just waved and said hello. I tried to make light of the fact that Thomas was embracing my wife.

“So, you two seem to be getting along well,” I said, rubbing my mangled hand ruefully and gesturing to Thomas’s arm around my wife.

“Oh, yeah, I was telling Thomas how I have a slight case of Asperger’s and that research is coming out that shows how we Aspies might be oxytocin deficient, so he agreed to hug me,” she said innocently.  “You know, to boost oxytocin.”

“Anything to help out a new friend,” said Thomas, nuzzling Claire’s neck while rubbing her exposed midriff with the palm of his hand.  It seemed like an especially sensual act and my stomach went cold at the sight.

“Mmm, oxytocin,” she moaned in pleasure.  She was really drunk and didn’t seem to realize how inappropriately she was acting.

“Ah ha,” I said awkwardly, not sure of what to say.  It would have seemed rude to just pull her out of his grasp.

“Claire was just telling us about her experiment results,” put in Randy, trying to draw my attention.  “Seems like a success so far.”

“Oh my gosh!” blurted my wife, pulling her head forward away from Thomas’ nuzzling and slapping both her hands on the table drunkenly.  “Jared!  Things went so AMAZING!  I mean, I need to wear a GoPro and life-log this experiment going forward.  I just couldn’t keep track of all the interactions.”  She pulled out a handful of business cards from her purse.  “Look how many men gave me their cards today.”

“Wow,” I said, impressed and intimidated by the pile of cards.

“And I couldn’t count the smiles I got, twenty maybe thirty.  I lost track,” she said, her eyes bright with excitement and alcohol.  I glanced down to see Thomas squeezing my wife’s soft hips with relish and gave him a frown of displeasure, but he and my wife ignored that.

“Weren’t there any, uh, negative incidents?” I asked with annoyance.

“Not really,” she said.  “Let me check my notes.”  She pulled her phone out of her purse.  “Hmm, yes, well the one black delivery man told me he wanted to lick me all over.”  Thomas and Randy broke out laughing.  “But he said it in a nice way.”

“In a nice way?” I asked confused.

“I mean I didn’t feel afraid or anything.  I just thought it was funny,” explained my wife.  “I think there is a whole socioeconomic angle to be explored here.  The lower class men definitely have a more direct proposition style.  But upper middle class men like Thomas and Randy here just asked me out for drinks but didn’t explicitly ask to have sex with me.”

“I would like to have sex with you of course,” said Thomas, squeezing my wife’s sides for emphasis.  He looked at me inquisitively.  “If that’s an option.”

“Ha, ha, oh Thomas,” giggled my wife, snuggling up against him comfortably.  “You’re silly.  But seriously, I never really thought through the class differences in mating strategies.”

“Mating strategies?” I asked, growing pale.

“Oh, yes, yes,” shouted my wife, slapping the table again.  She was so drunk.  It wasn’t like her to make so much noise.  “See, I worked it out this afternoon during lunch with Simon, by showing more skin I am triggering mating strategies in the men around me which isn’t what I predicted when I was trying to get more attention.  The funny thing is that women didn’t punish me for it. A lot of women smiled at me and the women at work thought my outfit was simply hilarious.”  She was babbling a mile a minute and I could barely keep up. Thomas and Randy chuckled.

“Which mating strategies are you most susceptible to?” asked Randy with a leer.

“You find physical touch arousing, right?” asked Thomas, tracing circle around my wife’s navel delicately.

“Wait, wait, first of all, who is Simon?” I asked, holding up my hands.

“Um, hold on, Thomas is distracting me too much,” said my wife.  She grabbed Thomas’s hand and pushed it flat against her belly and held it there.  “Uh, Simon.  Yes, Simon and I were supposed to have coffee today, but it sort of turned into a lunch.  He got kind of excited when he saw my outfit.”

“You told him you were married, right?” I asked impatiently.  

“Yes, and he didn’t seem to think that would be a problem,” said my wife.  “He was really fascinated by my experiment and wants to go on another date to discuss it.  I might let him come along during the next phase.”

“He doesn’t think it’s a problem to ask another man’s wife out on dates?” I croaked, my voice cracking.  This experiment was getting a little out of hand.

“I certainly don’t see a problem with it,” said Thomas, rubbing my wife’s navel affectionately.  “As long as everyone involved agrees to it.”

“I’m not sure I feel comfortable having my wife going on dates with other men,” I said.  I could feel my chest growing tight with anxiety at the thought.

“Well, I don’t see why not, but we can talk about that later.  Let me tell you about the next phase of the experiment,” said my wife excitedly.  “See, I was explaining to Simon how I wanted to find out what the upper bound of attention I might receive was and that I figured I must have hit the maximum since I couldn’t picture an outfit that was much more revealing than this.”  She gestured down to her half naked body and I noticed Randy eyeing her up and down.  Then I turned around and realized that every guy that passed my wife in the bar was smiling and some were even waving at her.  “But then Simon pointed out that between the 15th and 17th centuries in Europe, it was quite common for women to wear these extreme décolletage dresses that exposed their entire breasts.  Even the aristocracy.  Everyone, from whores to queens.”

“Must have been a wonderful time to be alive,” laughed Randy, ogling my wife’s chest.

I felt my face growing hot as the idea sunk in.  “Surely you aren’t suggesting…”

“I looked it up, and technically, full nudity is banned but toplessness wouldn’t be illegal in San Francisco,” said my wife, pointing a finger at me that wavered side to side since she was so inebriated.

“But I mean, you can’t just walk around topless,” I choked, my heart was pounding in my ears.  I needed to figure out a way to extract my wife from Thomas’ grip and get her home to sober her up.  This was crazy talk.

“You know, it’s funny, but I’m starting to realize that these social conventions are totally arbitrary,” said my wife, waving her arms wildly.  “I mean why do women even have to cover their mammary glands in the first place?  Because of some puritan beliefs that are no longer relevant?”

“I agree, you should pull out your boobs right now.  Set yourself free,” coaxed Randy, giving Thomas a knowing wink.

“See, yes, Randy gets what I’m saying.  He wants to see my boobs.  Why shouldn’t I show him?” asked my wife.  And she pulled her top open impetuously, exposing her hard pink nipples.

“Holy shit!” I gasped.  “Claire, you are drunk, you don’t know what you are doing!”  I reached forward to try to cover her, but she pushed me away impatiently.  “Stop it, Jared, you are over-reacting.  Watch how much attention I get from this.  Take my clicker and count the smiles.  This is for science!”  My wife handed me her click counter and then adjusted her big white breasts so that her top supported them from beneath and made them jut out suggestively.  I nearly shit myself as Randy leered at her bare bosom.

“Nice rack,” he said.

“Look, look, guys are smiling,” my wife told me pointing around in all directions.  “Add a few to the clicker.”  I glanced around and of course nearly everyone in the place was staring at my wife in amazement.  And most of them were smiling and laughing too, both men and women.  I felt humiliated.

“I am NOTdoing this,” I said, turning back to my wife.  Thomas had his hands on my wife’s bare breasts and was pinching her nipples and kissing her ear.

“Hey, stop that!” I shouted, pulling one of his hands away while he continued to fondle my woman with his other hand.  “That’s my wife you are feeling up, buddy!”

“Maybe we should ask Claire what she wants, pal,” he shot back insolently.  “She’s her own woman, after all.”

“Oh, dear, yes, maybe you should stop,” panted my wife, clearly aroused and enjoying his attention.  “I don’t want my husband to get upset.”

“Well, ok,” he said regretfully as he withdrew his hands and put them back on her stomach.

“I mean, I mean,” I stammered, clenching my fists.  I was struggling not to punch this guy.  “How can you say it like that?  As though you only want him to stop for MY sake.  If I wasn’t around, would you just let him feel you up like that?”

“Honey, just, you are getting all worked up,” said Claire with a frown.  “I mean you aren’t even working the clicker.  There must have been a dozen smiles you missed.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I shouted, pulling at my hair.

“Look around, everyone is smiling,” said Randy.  “Here, give me the clicker if you don’t care about gathering data.  You can’t manage what you can’t measure, we always say in business.”  He took the clicker away from me and started pointing around the room, trying to count the smiles.

“Wazzup!” said a tall black man slapping me on the shoulder as he and his two buddies joined us at the table.  “You folks look like you know how to party.  Who is this pretty lady with the nice ta-tas on display?”

“Hi, I’m Claire,” said my wife brightly, offering her hand to the stranger to shake as though it were perfectly normal for her naked tits to be hanging out.

“Ohh, baby,” laughed the man.  “I’m Jaybird, and this is ShyShy and Baby Mooch.  You just lettin’ it ALL hang out huh, baby?”

“It’s an experiment,” she told him with a grin.  Jaybird and his pals broke out laughing.

I could smell Jaybird’s BO and I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

“Um, we were sort of having a private conversation here,” I told him with annoyance.

Jaybird looked down at me with mild disdain.  “Nobody asked you, white boy, you can run along,” he said, waving his hand at me in dismissal.

“That’s my wife, I’ll have you know,” I said pointing to Claire indignantly.

“If that’s so, then why you let this other white boy finger her in front of everybody?” asked Jaybird with a laugh, pointing at Thomas.

I looked over in shock and sure enough, Thomas had his hand down the front of my wife’s skirt and her head was thrown back in ecstasy as he touched her privates.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I snapped yanking Thomas’ hand away from my wife’s pussy.  “Come on, Claire, we are getting out of here.”  I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her away from Thomas forcefully while the black guys all laughed and hooted.  “Put your goddamn boobs away, this is getting ridiculous.”

“Ok, ok, sorry,” yelped my wife, coming to her senses somewhat.  “I guess we got a little carried away.”  She scooped her boobs back inside her top clumsily.

“Come on, let’s go,” I said.  I tugged on her arm angrily.

“Wait, wait, I need my cards,” she said, pulling away from me so that she could gather up the cards of her suitors.  

“You can have my card too, baby,” said Jaybird offering my wife a scrap of paper with his number which she accepted gratefully.

“And yeah, Thomas, it was so much fun hanging out with you and Randy,” she said, shaking Thomas’s hand vigorously.  “I’ve got your contact info, let’s get together again sometime.”

“Yeah, leave your husband at home next time,” he said, shooting me a dirty look.

“That’s it, come on,” I insisted, dragging my drunken wife away.

“Jeez, you are just, you are never like this,” squawked my wife as I hustled her out of the bar.  A bellhop whistled at her in her slutty top and micro mini skirt and Claire gave him a friendly wave.

“You can’t just let strange men finger your vagina in front of me,” I hissed under my breath as I handed the ticket to the valet.  I had to clear my throat for him to take it because he was too busy checking out my wife’s body.

“Technically he was just rubbing my clitoris,” she slurred.

The valet laughed lecherously.

“Hi,” Claire said, turning to him with a drunken smile.

“Hello, pretty lady,” he said, looking brazenly at my wife’s boobs and exposed navel.

“Ahem!” I said.  

“Oh, yeah, sorry.  Bring 235 up,” he said into his walkie-talkie.  “So, did you have a nice time tonight?”

“I did, but my husband got mad about it,” she said with a pout.

“Oh well, he’ll forgive you, I’m sure,” he said, giving my wife a wink.

“Yes, I think so,” she agreed, clinging to my arm to keep from falling over.

“Ok, let’s go,” I snapped as the car pulled up.  The valet held the door open for my wife and checked out her ass as she tumbled into the vehicle.

“I can’t believe you,” I fumed as I drove us home.  “You are acting like a harlot.  Exposing your breasts, letting some stranger finger your clitoris.”

“Thomas is hardly a stranger,” scoffed my wife.  She stopped chuckling when I glared at her.  “Ok, ok, maybe I got a little tipsy.  But you know, this is a new thing for me.  I’m not used to all these guys showing interest in me.  I need to recalibrate a little bit.”

“We’ll discuss this when you are sober,” I said through gritted teeth.  We drove in silence for a few minutes, my anger and frustration bubbling inside me until I heard Claire start to snore next to me and realized that she had dozed right off.  My heart melted a little bit because she looked so innocent with her glasses falling half off her face as she sat slumped over, snoozing in the passenger seat beside me.

***

The following day poor Claire had a terrible hangover and called in sick to work.  Then she went back to bed and slept in until noon.  I came home from work myself to check on her and found her at the kitchen table in her bathrobe with her head down on the kitchen table and a cup of coffee in her hand.

“You look miserable, you little minx,” I said, pouring myself a cup.

“I really need to remember that I can’t handle my liquor,” she agreed with a groan, lifting her head slowly to take a sip of coffee.

“You really made a spectacle of yourself last night,” I said, shaking my head.  “I guess you realize now that after a certain threshold of exposure, all male attention will be strictly sexual in nature.”

“Well, I do think that showing more of my body starts to trigger mating strategies from men, but I don’t actually see a problem with that,” she said, sitting up very very slowly.  “Women like to look at exposed female bodies too.  I’m amazed at how much I have been underestimating how much attention men direct at potential sex partners.  I’ve been deluded my whole life.  It’s almost as though men won’t even look at a woman that they wouldn’t consider having sex with.  So if you make them think about sex, then you can engage with them socially.  But then we can still have a totally platonic relationship.  I mean, I explained to Simon that I was married, and he was fine with that.”

“Well that guy Thomas wasn’t keeping it platonic last night,” I objected.  Was Claire trying to say that she was going to continue this crazy experiment?

“Why just because he rubbed my button a little bit?” chuckled Claire.  She got a far away look in her eye as she recalled the events of last night and a devious little smile spread on her face.  “That was fun actually.”

“But not platonic!”  I insisted in frustration.

“Well no, I guess not entirely, but it was certainly harmless and playful,” she said.  “I mean, I am enjoying sort of broadening the scope of interactions with other men.  Showing off my body a little bit opens up all sorts of connections with other people that I was totally unaware were available.”

I felt my heart skip a beat.  “Are you saying you want to carry on this experiment?” I asked her coldly.

“Definitely,” she said.  “I want to try walking around topless next, wearing a GoPro so that I don’t have to count the interactions in real time and can just refer back to the video.  I told Simon I would let him come along.  You should come along too.”

“You are going to walk around in public with your boobs literally hanging out in broad daylight?” I gasped.  “Have you lost your mind?  I thought you were just drunk last night.”

“Jared, come on, look at the results I’ve had so far.  My goal is to get more attention.  Each time I have reduced the amount of clothing and increased the amount of skin I display, I have gotten much larger marginal increases in attention than I had been expecting.  I want to find the upper limit.  Will walking around topless get me even MORE attention?  Or will there be negative backlashes that will make it not worth it?”

“And you are willing to flout any sense of common decency to see how much attention you can get?” I asked in dismay.  I spread my hands pleadingly to my wife.

“I feel that I’ve literally been starved for attention, Jared,” she shouted, slapping her hand on the table and startling me.  “Starved!  No one looks at me normally. Ever!  How do you think that makes me feel after a while?  Huh?  I feel like I don’t fucking exist sometimes!  Oh!  My head!  Don’t make me shout like that.  Give me some ibuprofen,” she cried.

I rushed to get my wife the ibuprofen from the cupboard as she put her head back down on the table.  I handed it over contritely.

“So you would really walk around topless to get more attention?” I asked softly.

“I mean, maybe, now and then,” admitted my poor neglected wife, swallowing her pills with a gulp of coffee.  “This IS the Bay Area, Jared.  It’s not completely unheard of around here.  This is probably the most liberal place in the country.”

“And are you really going to go out on dates with all these guys you meet wearing these revealing outfits?” I asked plaintively.

“Sure, why not?” she asked with a shrug of her shoulders.  She pushed her glasses up her nose and looked at me innocently.

“Even that guy Thomas who felt you up last night?” I asked, my face growing hotter again.

“I LIKE Thomas, he’s fun!” exclaimed my wife.  “Sure, we got a little carried away last night, but we were just horsing around.”

“At what point does horsing around become cheating on your husband, Claire?” I asked.  I poked a finger into my palm for emphasis.

“Cheating!” she scoffed.  “Come on, I’m not CHEATING on you.  You know what I’m doing.  I’m not running around behind your back.”

I just rubbed my face in confusion.  “I don’t like it,” I said.

“Well, you will get used to the idea,” she said absently, checking her phone.  “I told Simon I would meet him at the Ferry Building today at 3pm.  Come meet us at the Public Market for my first topless experiment.  You’ll see, it will be fun!”

“Unbelievable,” I said, shaking my head.  But I sure didn’t want my wife strutting around topless alone with a stranger.  Who knows what mischief she might get into?

At 3pm I found my wife talking to a short bald business man in an extremely expensive looking suit, who I assumed was Simon.  She was wearing a half-cup bra that barely covered her nipples but had paired it with her more modest mini skirt that went halfway down her thigh and a pair of dark stockings.  Guy were already staring at her exposed cleavage and smiling.   She just smiled and waved at them, sometimes shaking hands and accepting business cards from interested strangers.   Simon stood by with his arm around my wife’s waist, smiling benevolently at the men who were hitting on her.

I didn’t like how these other men were wrapping their arms around my own wife all the time.  Simon noticed me coming before Claire did and he rushed forward to shake my hand. This time I was prepared for a crushing handshake and tried to return it, but Simon’s grip was stronger and my hand crumpled in his.

“Ahh, you must be Jared, so excellent to meet you,” said Simon, releasing my aching hand from his vice-like grip.

“Hi honey,” said Claire distractedly as she waved to another male passerby who was eyeing her up and down.

“You are just wearing the bra?” I asked, intimidated by how many men were gazing at my wife’s exposed bosom.  “Aren’t you the least bit embarrassed to be out here like that?”

“Why Claire has nothing to be embarrassed about,” clucked Simon, putting his arm around my wife’s waist possessively.  “She looks marvelous.  You know in the 1600’s women would commonly bare their entire breasts…”

“I heard about that already,” I snapped, raising a hand to forestall a lecture on the historically erotic outfits of England.

“Actually, I think the gradual build up over the past few weeks of showing more and more skin and getting more and more positive re-enforcement has really lowered my inhibitions about exposing my body,” said my wife as she casually pulled down the first the left cup and then the right cup of her bra, fully exposing both of her breasts but leaving the bra underneath to provide support and make them jut out provocatively.

“Nice!” commented Simon, his eyes fixed on my wife’s gorgeous white breasts.

“Do you like them, Simon?” she asked, pinching her pink nipples to make them harder.

“Oh, yes,” he said.  “Very much.”

“My god, Claire, you did that so casually,” I gasped looking around in trepidation as people started to point and stare at my bare-chested wife in her nerdy glasses.

Claire shrugged.  “Like I said, lowered inhibition through positive conditioning.  Let’s see what kinds of reactions I get.  I’ve got the GoPro here on my belt recording the whole scene.”  She patted the little camera at her waist which I hadn’t noticed before.

I had been afraid that the cops would come running up and demand my wife cover herself.  Or maybe that a crowd of people would surround us, shouting and jeering.  But this WAS San Francisco, so while quite a few people were staring, no one really made a huge deal out of my wife walking around topless.

“A lot of guys are smiling, but not many are approaching me to make small talk or ask me on dates,” complained Claire after we had walked back and forth once through the market area.  “I think they are scared off by you two chaperones.  Why don’t you two go grab a cup of coffee and let me try to meet some new fellows?”

“Uh, ok,” I agreed and Simon and I headed over to the Blue Bottle stand to grab a cup.

“Your wife is really an amazing lady,” said Simon, watching my wife carefully.

“Uh, yeah, I know,” I said in annoyance as I received my coffee from the barista.

“Oh, look, already the guys are swarming around her,” he laughed, pointing.

Sure enough, a group of frat boy types, preppy guys in their twenties had surrounded my wife and were taking turns getting pictures arm in arm with her.  She laughed and went along with the whole thing.  Collecting numbers from each of the guys before they parted ways, waving and shouting how much they loved her.  Then Claire strolled off and was out of sight for a while.

“So, yes, I look forward to bedding your wife, I hope you don’t mind,” said Simon rather stuffily.

I nearly gagged on my coffee.  “What are you talking about?”  I demanded.

“Come now, we are both men of the world,” he said, slapping my thigh.  “Your wife is walking around topless in a public market, my boy.  She is playing the field.”

“She’s just trying to get a little more attention from other men is all,” I said, feeling stupid while I repeated her storyline.  “This is all an experiment.  She just wants platonic friendships.”

Simon smirked at me with disdain.  “Don’t be a fool, Jared.  She is definitely experimenting, but she isn’t looking for platonic friends.  She wants sex.  She told me what happened with Thomas the other night.”

“They were just horsing around,” I croaked, but my pits were growing damp as I realized what a fool I have been.

“You know they have another date planned for Friday, don’t you?” he asked. “Thomas is going to try to fuck her of course.”

“I didn’t know about that date on Friday,” I admitted.  “But she said her relationship with Thomas wasn’t serious.”

“No, it’s not serious, that’s probably true,” he admitted.  “I mean, I’m married myself.  I’m not looking for a long term relationship.  I just want to fuck her a few times.”

“Look, you aren’t going to fuck my wife, so get that idea out of your head,” I said.  I pointed a shaky finger at Simon, but I felt my nerve slipping and my gut was clenched with jealousy. How could I have let her deceive me like this?

“She already admitted that she would be open to sucking my cock, Jared,” said Simon smugly.

“I don’t believe you,” I said.  But I did.  I believed him.

“Uh, oh, something’s up,” he said, pointing his finger and jumping out of his chair.

I turned to look and saw an older black man dressed in a filthy coverall talking to my wife.  He was either homeless or very very poor and she looked a little distressed.  I didn’t understand why until I noticed that he had one hand inside his coveralls and appeared to be jerking himself off as he ogled Claire’s bare breasts.

Simon ran over ahead of me and I had to hurry to catch up with him.

“Oh yeah, baby, yeah, them’s good titties,” groaned the black bum as he spanked his monkey inside his coveralls.  He must have a huge cock because he was pitching quite a tent.

“Um, thank you,” said Claire, unsure of how to handle the situation.  “I’m glad you like them, I guess.  Oh gosh, look, here is my friend Simon and my husband, Jared.”  Her face radiated relief.  “Fellows, JJ here was just admiring my breasts but I sort of feel weird about whatever it is he is doing there inside his coveralls.”

“Jesus, man, what do you think you are doing?  Get out of here!” shouted Simon, taking charge of the situation before I had a chance.

“You wanna see what I’m doing?  Do ya?  You think I’m being a pervert or something?  It ain’t true.  I’ll show ya,” shouted the black man.  He pulled down his zipper, opening the front of his coveralls, revealing a massive black erection.  It was fringed with white curly pubes and his two big balls hanging down were clearly visible.  

Claire gasped in shock at the sight of it and struggled to get her boobs pushed back into her bra.  “Wow, that’s very flattering but…”

“That’s ok, baby, I’m almost done,” he cackled and he gave his big black cock a final squeeze before shooting a spurt of cum in my wife’s direction.  Simon thought fast and pulled my wife out of the way while the old bum shot his load all over the floor where my wife had been just a moment before.  Security guards appeared immediately and carried the man out, kicking and shouting the whole time.

“Police brutality!” shouted the old pervert.   “Black lives matter!”  A crowd gathered to watch him while Simon ushered my wife over to a nearby wine bar. He sat down next to her at a table near the back and I took the seat across from them.

“Well, the natives are restless,” said my wife, clearly dazed.  “These black men have poor impulse control.”

“Now honey, don’t be racist,” I chided.

“I’m sorry but it’s true, black guys don’t have as many sexual inhibitions.  That’s what’s sort of charming about them, actually.  Also, did you see the size of that old guy’s penis?  It was HUGE!”  My wife gasped.  “I think I need a glass of wine to calm my nerves.”

The server came over and we ordered a bottle of Rose for the table.

Simon took a newspaper off a nearby table and put in his lap, fussing around with it for a few minutes.

Claire glanced down at his lap with strange expression as she continued.  “I don’t think I’m going to go around topless again any time soon,” she said, adjusting her breasts to make sure her half-cup bra was concealing them as well as it could.  “It’s just too extreme.  Men can’t handle it.  Those frat boys were really rude and wouldn’t stop grabbing my boobs.”

I sighed with relief,  “Well, good.  You were trying to find the threshold condition where fewer clothes stopped resulting in better results and it looks like you found it.”

“That’s true,” she admitted.  “Though guys do seem to like me in just the bra.”  She shook her boobs back and forth in her skimpy bra and all the men seated around us took notice.

“Oh, yeah, that’s nice,” agreed Simon.  There was a suspicious rustling in his lap.  “Could you maybe just pull it down a little bit so I can see the nipples?”  he asked her politely.

“Oh, gosh,” said my wife, looking around nervously.  “I don’t know.  I don’t want to cause a scene again.”

“Yeah, Simon, that’s kind of inappropriate,” I complained as the wine arrived.

My wife drank her glass in just a few gulps and I watched her fill another glass nervously.

“Claire, you better take it easy,” I warned.

“I’ll be fine, I just need to calm down a bit,” she said.  “Walking around topless was pretty intense.”

“Come on, Claire, this is a fancy place, no freaks are going to come over and try to cum on you here.  Just pull the bra down a tiny bit and let some of the nips show,” he coaxed.  He was really rustling that newspaper a lot in his lap.

Claire sighed and looked around again as she acquiesced and pulled each cup down just an inch so the tops of her pink nipples were showing.

“Oh, nice, can I touch them?” he asked, sweat beading on his forehead.

“I guess so,” she said downing her second wine.  “Just a little.”

“Claire!” I objected as Simon lecherously reached over with one hand and stroked the top of my wife’s exposed cleavage and then reached down the front of her bra and pinched each of her nipples. A young couple sitting across from us stared in shock as this guy felt up my wife and Claire shrugged awkwardly at them.  

“Some guys just like boobs, I guess,” she told the woman, and they broke out in nervous laughter.

“Will you stop fondling my wife’s breasts, please Simon?” I hissed.  My face was getting hot, but my penis was growing hard at the sight of this stranger pinching my wife’s nipples in public while she joked about it with other patrons.

“No, I will not,” Simon said simply.  At this point the rustling in his lap was getting quite loud.

“My god, Simon, what are you doing under that newspaper?” my wife asked. She pushed her hair behind her ear and peered at Simon’s lap.  I glanced down too and saw that he was pitching a tent under the newspaper.

“Here, I’ll show you,” he grunted.  And he grabbed my wife’s hand and put it under the newspaper.

“Oh my god,” shrieked my wife.  She pulled her hand away hastily.  “Simon, you are terrible!  Jared, he’s unzipped his fly and pulled his penis out under there!”

“Simon, get a hold of yourself,” I hissed, looking around nervously as the couple across from us observed us closely and whispered to each other.

“There is nothing to be afraid of Claire, come on,” said Simon, snatching my wife’s hand again and putting it back under the newspaper in his lap.

“Oh, my god, I can’t believe you,” whispered my wife.  But the little harlot left her hand in Simon’s lap as she looked around the room with gritted teeth.  She avoided looking at the couple across from us who were giggling as they realized what was going on.   I looked under the table and saw my wife’s hand moving up and down under the paper, jerking Simon off right in front of me.

“Claire, are you touching his PENIS?” I gasped, my own cock growing rock hard at the realization.

“Um, a little bit,” she admitted.  He cheeks were growing flushed with arousal.  “He’s really hard.”

“I don’t want to know about that,” I snapped.

“Get down and suck it,” grunted Simon, his face slick with sweat and his breathing coming faster and faster.

“Simon, I can’t do that,” said my wife, looking at me guiltily.

“I already told your husband that you agreed to suck my penis,” panted Simon as my wife continued to stroke his dick under the newspaper in his lap and the couple across from us watched in fascination.

“That’s her husband across from her?” gasped the young woman of the couple, but she blushed and averted her eyes when I glared at her.

“Claire, you can’t just jerk off another man right in front of me like this,” I said, tapping the table for emphasis. “I don’t want to make a scene, but I will if you force me to.”

“Don’t make a scene, dear, please,” complained my wife.  She turned toward Simon slightly so she could get a better grip on his dick and was rearranging the paper so no one could see what she was doing.  “I’ve already been through one humiliating incident.”

“But this is humiliating for ME,” I whined.  “Please tell me that you didn’t agree to suck Simon’s dick.”

“Well, I mean, I LIKE Simon,” my wife said, looking at the bald man in the fancy suit and touching his cheek with her hand as she continued to masturbate him.  “I like doing favors for my friends.”

“A blowjob is a favor?” I yelped.  The couple next to us laughed and I glared at them again until they shut up.

“Sure, why not?” asked Claire, biting her lip.  “Men have needs…”

“Can you stop talking about it and just suck it for, chrissake?” demanded Simon.  “I’m gonna cum any second.”

“Ohh, jeez,” sighed my wife looking around one last time.  “Hold on, honey, don’t watch,” she told me and she bent over and put her head down in Simon’s lap.  He carefully held the newspaper up with one hand to hide what she was doing and then reached down into her bra with the other hand so he could feel her boob while my wife sucked him off.

My wife’s head was bobbing up and down in his lap and Simon’s eyes were rolling back in his head when the manager came over to our table.  She was an older Irish woman with bright red hair, wearing a skirt suit.  She watched my wife sucking off Simon at the table in shock and her pale complexion went even whiter.  “Erm, is everything OK here folks?” she asked shakily.

“I think she’s got everything under control,” laughed the woman across from us.

The manager turned to look at the couple across from us but they just shrugged and turned their attention back to their wine.

Just then Simon groaned loudly and my wife made a choking sound and sat up quickly, the  boob that Simon had been groping had popped out of her bra.  Claire looked up at the mortified manager with chagrin, and wiped some of Simon’s cum from her chin with her napkin.

The manager gestured mutely at Claire’s exposed tit and Claire said, “Oops,” and tucked it back into her bra.

“Miss, you really can’t DO that sort of thing in a public restaurant like this,” said the manager.  “I mean, it’s just not decent.”

“I was just, um,” said my wife, trying to come up with an excuse.

“I saw what you were doing,” said the manager, pointing a finger at my wife.  “And I saw you earlier with your tits out, too.”

“Yeah, that was probably a bad idea,” admitted my wife.  She looked up at the manager contritely.

The Irish woman looked down at my apologetic wife and sighed.  “Ach, miss, I’ve been a wild one in my day.  Lord only knows.  Here, wash the taste of his sputum from your mouth and try to keep your mouth off of any more knobs until you get well away from here, will ya?”  And the manager graciously poured my wife another glass of wine and walked away, shaking her head.

“Well she was nice,” said Simon, lifting a glass to my wife.  “To an amazing blowjob!”

My wife toasted with him and giggled as she drank her wine and my blood boiled with jealousy and my erection stiffened as I watched her swallowing down Simon’s semen.

“I’m out of here,” I said in frustration and I struggled to push down my erection so it wouldn’t show as I stood up to leave.

“Jared, please, don’t be like that,” cried my wife.  She chased after me as I limped away trying to hide the tent I was pitching in my pants.  I couldn’t understand why I was so aroused.  “We were only playing.  Nothing serious.”

“Just a blowjob, that’s all!” I shouted so the whole wine bar could hear me as I ran out.

“Right, just a blowjob,” laughed my wife struggling to hold her boobs in place as she dashed after me.

She caught up with me just as I was getting into a cab and she lept in beside me.  “Don’t be mad, darling,” she begged, showering me with kisses.  I tried to push her away, but she was insistent.  “You know I love only you,” she said, wrapping her arms around me.

“You’ve been a terrible slut,” I pouted.

“I know, I know, I’ve been very naughty, please forgive – hey! What’s this hardon doing?” she asked.  “You are hard as a rock, Jared.”

“No sex in my cab, please,” said the Indian driver.

“Shush you,” scolded my wife.  “Jared, you have a blistering erection.  What’s the meaning of this?  Did you actually get aroused by watching me suck Simon’s penis in there?  I think you must have!”

“NO! No, how can you say that?” I said.  I was really embarrassed, but my wife had a hold of my rod and wouldn’t let go.

“I think you liked it!  Amazing,” she said, shaking her head as she kneaded my erection through my slacks.  “No wonder you didn’t interfere and you let me carry on this experiment even when I went way over the top.  You are getting off on this too.”

“Simon told me you have a date with Thomas,” I groaned, my arousal reaching a peak as my wife pinched and rubbed my hard dick.  “He said this whole experiment has been about you trying to find new lovers.”

“Well, it didn’t start OUT that way,” she said, unzipping my fly and pulling out my cock.

“Hey, I said no sex in the cab!” squawked the cabbie.  “I’m not cleaning up your mess!”

“Just keep your eyes on the road, we aren’t doing anything back here,” said my wife as she kicked off her shoes and slipped her stockings and panties off.

“I see you, I see what you are doing, you hussy,” warned the irate cabbie.  

“Shh,” she told him as she straddled me and lowered herself down onto my stiff cock.  We both sighed with satisfaction as my boner speared into her hot wet pussy.  She started bouncing up and down on my dick.  “Yeah, once I realized how many guys would offer to have sex with me if I dressed a little more slutty, well, I sort of got intrigued.”  She was panting as she moved up and down and the cabbie was cursing under his breath.  We were on the Bay Bridge and he couldn’t exactly pull over and kick us out.  “I’m really relieved that you seem to be into it too.  I didn’t want to do anything behind your back.”

“I’m not into anything,” I lied, gripping her round ass cheeks as I prepared to cum inside her.

“Oh, yeah, oh yeah, you are,” she moaned.  “I’m gonna let Thomas fuck the shit out of me.  Preferably somewhere public so you can watch.  Exhibitionism is hot. Ugh, I’m cumming just thinking about it.”  My nerdy wife shuddered in climax as she pictured herself getting violated in public by her lover while I watched.

“You people are SICK!” complained the driver, watching us intently in the rearview mirror.

“Oh shit,” I said.  “Ok, ok, you win.  I wanna watch Thomas fuck you,” I groaned and then I spurted load after load of hot cum up inside my wife where Thomas would soon be shooting his own seed.  “I guess I’m a pervert,” I admitted sadly.

“No, no, my experiment has been a wild success.  I’m going to get all the attention I need from now on,” laughed my wife as she kissed my mouth.  I could see the sweat glistening on the  cabby’s brow as he watched my wife’s bare ass in the rearview mirror and I said nothing more.

 

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Beach Rental

By Gustav Jorgenson

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

My wife Anne and I have been vacationing with a group of friends at rented beach houses in Rehoboth Beach for several years.  I generally was in charge of finding the rental, but this year we let this guy Richard, who I never much cared for, take over the responsibility.  When we arrived at the place, we found that it had fewer beds than we needed and some people were going to need to sleep on cots, reinforcing my negative perception of Richard.  The eight of us on this trip assembled in the great room to hash it out.  There were three couples, my wife and I, Jack and Sylvia, Bob and Linda, and then Richard who was single and Ruth who was also single.

“Well, since we have three queen beds, why not just have the three couples take those and then Richard and Ruth can sleep on the couches,” I said reasonably, and of course all the other couples agreed.  I left unsaid that Richard should have to suffer since he was the one that screwed up and booked this house.

“Now hold on,” objected Ruth.  “I’ve got a bad back, I’m not going to be able to enjoy the beach if I’m half paralyzed by sleeping on one of those crappy cots.”

“She’s right, of course,” said Richard smoothly.  “The only fair way to deal with this is to draw lots.”

There was some grumbling, but it was agreed that this was the fairest way to proceed.  Richard put 8 slips of paper into a hat.  Two of the slips had “cot” written on them, and he held the hat above his head as we each drew a slip.  

“Goddamnit,” I cried when I found that I had drawn a cot.

Ruth cursed as well when she drew a cot slip as well, but she just stubbornly refused to switch when my wife offered to trade her spot in a bed.

“So wait, the two couples are fine sleeping together, but now my wife is going to end up in bed with Richard?”  I squawked in annoyance.

“Sounds good to me,” said Richard, eyeing Anne’s body in her bikini with a lecherous leer.  Everyone broke out laughing at the way Anne blushed and crossed her arms trying to cover her jutting breasts.

“Relax Tim,” said my friend Jack, clapping me on the shoulder amicably. “Wife swapping is all the rage these days.”

“Yeah, Tim,” said Richard, wagging his eyebrows at me. “Don’t be so old-fashioned.  What’s a friendly shag between friends after all?”  He slapped Anne’s rump for emphasis and she shrieked in surprise and slapped his shoulder as everyone laughed uproariously.

As we headed down to the beach together, Richard put his arm around Anne’s shoulder and teased her.

“I hope we can both agree to sleep in the nude, because that’s how I sleep and I don’t want you to feel overdressed,” he simpered, making the other women cackle with laughter.

Bob noticed my discomfort and took me aside.  “The big bedroom is the only one where both cots will fit, so we will stick you, Anne, Richard, and Ruth in there together.  That way you can be sure no funny business happens,” he murmured under his breath.

“Oh come on, Bob,” I said, trying to force a laugh.  “I trust my wife. She would never do anything improper.  Besides, Richard is always making jerky comments like that.”

“Ahh, still, better safe than sorry,” he said with a slight frown.  “You know how things get late at night after a few drinks.”

It’s true that there had been rumors from previous years about adulterous hookups.  Last year, Bob’s wife Linda and this guy Pedro disappeared for a couple of hours and claimed they had been off playing miniature golf, but no one believed them.  I made sure Pedro wasn’t invited back this year.

The jokes about Richard sleeping with Anne continued all day.  No one but me seemed to tire of them, and eventually, even my modest wife stopped getting embarrassed by them and started playing along.

“Have another glass of wine, Anne,” said Linda with a twinkle in her eye as she topped off Anne’s glass at dinner.  “It’s probably been many years since you’ve slept with a man other than your husband, the wine will help you relax and get into it.”

“Well, all I have to do is lay there and Richard can do the getting into,” said Anne with a grin, kicking me under the table playfully.

“Har, har, har,” I commented sourly as our friends all gibbered drunkenly at the crass jokes.

“But seriously, Anne, what position do you prefer?” asked Richard, his eyes fixed on my wife’s cleavage.  She happened to be wearing a much lower cut gown than was her habit and I suspected she did it in response to Richard’s insistent flirting which annoyed me to no end.

“Oh, I like it doggy style,” she said seriously, crossing her arms under her boobs to boost them up so he could inspect them better.  “But we would have to get on top of the covers to do it that way which would be rude with Tim and Ruth in the room.  We will probably have to settle for missionary since we can stay covered up that way and it’s more discreet.”  She winked at me mischievously as the table erupted in further merriment and Linda nearly choked, she was laughing so hard.

“Spooning is also fairly discrete,” put in Jack, taking his opportunity to eye my wife’s chest.

“Jack, stop staring at Anne’s cleavage, you pig,” laughed his wife Sylvia.  “The way you are ogling her it makes me wonder if you want to switch places with Richard.”

“We will be here 8 nights,” put in Richard with a broad grin.  “I shouldn’t hog Anne the entire time, maybe I should raffle off a few of the nights to give the other guys a chance to sleep with her.”

“No problem, I guess I will just be the community trollop this trip,” said Anne, pulling the front of her her dress down to reveal even more cleavage and thrusting her chest out shamelessly which got all the men’s attention at the table.

“Well if Bob wanted to take a roll in the hay with these knockers, I could hardly blame him,” commented Linda, reaching out to grab Anne’s jutting breasts.  I laughed along to be a good sport, but I noticed Bob shifting uncomfortably in his seat I realized that he was probably adjusting a boner under the table.

“Ok, jeez, can we talk about something other that my wife getting fucked by other guys?” I asked irritably.  But there was no denting the hilarity and everyone laughed off my complaint.

“Come now, darling,” pouted Anne, teasing me. “Aren’t I allowed to get a little attention now and then?  I’m a good wife all year long, can’t I be a little bad on vacation?”

“Sure, sure, whatever,” I said tersely, downing my wine.  

The group finally started to notice my sour mood and the conversation turned to other topics.

After dinner, we strolled along the boardwalk enjoying the gentle summer evening air.  I held my wife’s hand and we lagged behind the group as I stared out moodily at the waves crashing in the moonlight.

“Why are you so quiet?” asked Anne meekly as we walked along.

“Uh, sorry, I guess I’m a little worked up over all the comments about you sleeping in the same bed as Richard tonight,” I admitted.

“Oh, darling,” sighed Anne, putting her head on my shoulder.  “How can you take that stuff seriously?  I mean you and Ruth will be right there in the room, what could possibly go wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing, of course,” I sighed, kissing her on the top of the head.  “But you sure enjoy joking around about it.”

“Well, sure I do,” admitted my wife, kicking her legs childishly out in front of her as we walked along.  “I’m starting to get older and men don’t pay attention to me like they used to.  I just like the attention.  It’s flattering to have Richard flirt so persistently with me.  It makes me feel desirable for a change instead of like a middle-aged housewife.”

“Well I still think you are beautiful,” I said lamely.

“I know you do, dear, I know you do,” she agreed distantly, looking out over the waves.

“Anne,” I said after a moment.  “Do you think Linda and Pedro really, you know, got it on last year?”

“It certainly appears that they did,” said Anne, looking up at me with a devilish smile.

“But Bob didn’t make much of a fuss about it,” I recalled. He just asked me not to invite Pedro back this year.

“Well, that’s reasonable of him.  Bob and Linda have been married a long time.  Why make waves over one minor indiscretion?” she asked breezily.  Then she turned to me with wide eyes,  “Hey wait a minute, are you trying to say something here?”

“No, no,” I lied, holding up my hands defensively.

“Look, Tim, Richard is no Pedro, ok?” she laughed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at my wife.

“Pedro is a total stud, of course.  My god, he’s gorgeous, and from the bulge in his swimming trunks, he looked like he was hung like a horse,” giggled my wife.  “Richard is just so-so.  He makes me laugh, but there is something sort of sketchy about him.”

“Ah, ok, if that’s how you felt about Pedro, we are definitely not inviting him back next year either,” I said, feeling my anxiety loosen considerably.

We picked up our pace and rejoined the group as we returned to the house.

We opened a few more bottles of wine and stayed up drinking long into the night, until I was practically reeling upstairs around 2:00 am when the party broke up.  When I got to the master bedroom, I heard Ruth and Anne giggling hysterically in the attached bathroom, but I didn’t see Richard anywhere.  I noticed that Ruth had just laid out her blankets directly on the floor to avoid hurting her back on the creaky cot.

I needed to piss and brush my teeth, so I knocked on the bathroom door.  “Hey, I need to get in there,” I called.

The giggling stopped and then I heard Richard’s voice as he and the two women exchanged hurried whispers within the bathroom.  

“Richard, are you in there?” I called out.  I started feeling suspicious and my heart was pounding in my chest.

“Yeah, Tim, hold on a second,” he said.  “I’m just helping Anne pick out the right negligee to wear to bed.”

“Enough joking around, I’ve got to piss,” I demanded.  

“Honey, can you use the bathroom down the hall, I’m not decent in here,” said my wife sweetly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I demanded angrily.  “How you you be indecent with Richard in there?”

“It’s pretty hot, actually,” called Ruth before dissolving into a fit of snickering laughter.

I decided that they must be fucking with me, but I couldn’t wait, so I ran down the hall to use the other bathroom.

When I came back, Richard was sitting up in bed, bare chested with his hands crossed behind his neck smugly watching Anne help Ruth arrange some couch cushions on the floor for her to sleep on.  I noticed that my wife was in fact wearing a very short, sexy negligee which was practically unheard of.

“What was that all about?” I asked petulantly.  “Keeping me out of the bathroom like that.”

“Well, it would have been pretty awkward if we had let you in at that moment,” said Ruth with a salacious grin.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked defensively, feeling my stomach roil with jealousy.

Anne came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, tugging modestly at the hem of her nightgown which barely covered her crotch and I noticed Richard’s eyes glued to her shapely legs as she crossed the room.

“Don’t worry about it dear,” she said, patting me on the shoulder.  “Let me tuck you in.”

I climbed drunkenly onto the rickety cot and my wife bent over to cover me.  I glanced over to see Richard’s eyes fixated on my wife’s rear as she did.

“Anne, look, Richard is springing a stiffy over there!” cried Ruth with delight.

Anne stood and turned to look, holding her hem down in back with one hand.  There was definitely a large protrusion in the covers around his crotch.

“Richard, look at you,” tittered my wife gaily.  “It looks like your johnson is standing straight up at attention.”

“You got me when you bent over like that,” he admitted with a lecherous smile.

“That’s a pretty big bump you got over there, buddy,” joked Ruth, eyeing Richard’s protrusion with interest.  “Did it pop out of the front of your shorts or something?”

“I told you already, I sleep in the nude,” laughed Richard, pointing at his boxer shorts crumpled by the side of the bed.

“Alright, enough, joking around, put your goddamn shorts back on,” I snapped hotly, the cot lurching dangerously as I leaned up on one elbow.

“Honey, just relax,” said my wife, pushing me back down.  “I don’t care if Richard sleeps in the buff or not.  He’s going to keep his huge nasty boner on his side of the bed, and I am going to stay on my side.”

Ruth simpered behind her hand as she lay down on her cushions and pulled her covers over her.

“I don’t like it, what if you roll over in your sleep or something and end up on his side of the bed?” I asked plaintively.

“Well, that’s just a risk I am going to have to take,” she said, bravely.  “But I’m not afraid, I’ve handled large equipment before, I’ll be ok.”

Ruth and Richard broke out laughing but I just frowned in displeasure.

“Here, come to bed, Anne,” said Richard, fondling his bulge idly as he smiled at her suggestively.

“Good night, dear,” said Anne, kissing me on the cheek and then turning to climb into bed with Richard.  She tried tugging the back of her nightgown down as she bent down to pull the sheets back, but in spite of her efforts, I caught a glimpse of her bare ass cheek and I rose up again on one elbow suddenly, causing the cot to creak and tremble.

“Jesus, Anne, you aren’t wearing any drawers, are you?”  I shouted.

My wife pulled the covers up to her chin and peered at me with trepidation.  After a moment, she answered me in a small voice,  “No.”

“That’s why I popped such a boner when she bent over, Tim,” said Richard, wagging his eyebrows at me lewdly.

“And that’s why it would have been awkward to let you into the bathroom earlier,” chimed in Ruth with amusement.  “Richard was trying to get her to lose the panties.  He wanted her bottomless when she climbed in bed with him.  And he clearly succeeded.”

“You think that’s really funny, don’t you Ruth?” I snapped in anger.  I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears and my innards were wrenching with jealousy.

“Please, Tim, of course it’s funny,” she said, waving her hand dismissively.  “Don’t get your panties in a bunch.  It’s all in good fun.  Everyone’s drunk and doing silly stuff.  Nothing to get bent out of shape over.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, trying to control my temper.  I turned to my wife and forced myself to speak  quietly.  “Anne, would you mind putting some panties on, dear?  It would make me feel more comfortable.”

“Oh come on, Tim,” she said, forcing a laugh.  “I thought we’d been through all this already.  You can’t possibly think that anything is going to happen between Richard and I.”

“The very idea is preposterous,” said Richard with mock indignance, gripping his boner through the covers and jerking it for emphasis.

“Richard, stop teasing my husband,” said Anne, gazing at the lump in Richard’s hand.  “And be careful with that thing, you might hurt somebody.”

“Anne, this really isn’t the time to be making jokes,” I said. I felt the wind draining from my sails, my wife really wasn’t going to put any underwear on and there was nothing I could do about it, short of dragging her forcefully out of bed.

“Don’t worry,” whispered Richard as he switched out the light.  “It’s big, but it doesn’t hurt because I put it in really slowly.”

Ruth and Anne broke out laughing, but I just groaned into the darkness and rolled over discontentedly on my creaking cot.

The room was spinning slightly as I tried to get comfortable and my mind churned with anxiety.  This joking around was really going too close to the edge for me.  I thought about Linda and Pedro and how sympathetic Anne was toward Linda’s infidelity.  A minor indiscretion she called it.  I heard rustling and hushed whispers from the bed as my wife and Richard rearranged themselves, but it was really pitch black in the room and I couldn’t see anything at all.

“What are you guys doing?” I asked meekly, feeling a wash of shame in my chest.

“Trying to negotiate where the middle line of the bed is,” said my wife, but her voice sounded thick and huskier than normal.

“Ssh, I’m trying to sleep,” complained Ruth from across the room.

“Ok, sorry,” I said softly.

My eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness, but I still couldn’t make out anything but vague outlines.

I listened carefully, but all I could hear from the bed was indistinct rustling of the covers and very soft whispering between Richard and Anne.

I held my breath and heard Richard say, “Here, here.”

“Ok,” breathed my wife in response.  “Oh wow.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he said, sighing with satisfaction.  

My wife asked, “Like this?”

I couldn’t make out Richard’s response, but his breathing became louder and more erratic and the rustling increased as they shifted around on the bed.  For some reason my own penis started getting stiff as I imagined Richard taking my wife’s hand and putting it on his stiff cock under the covers and then her tugging on it for him.

“You guys, seriously,” I whispered, my heart beating wildly.  “I can hear you.”

“I’m just giving Richard a massage to help him relax,” hissed my wife, oddly breathless. “Now go to sleep.”

“Quiet!” mumbled Ruth.

I reached down between my legs and gripped my own stiffening boner as I listened to the rustling and the whispers from the bed.  Anne and Richard had lowered their voices to the point I couldn’t hear them even if I held my breath, but both of them were definitely breathing heavily now and occasionally my wife gave out a little stifled whimper.  I heard some wet smooching sounds that sounded suspiciously like kissing but I was afraid of speaking up for fear of Ruth throwing a fit.  I pictured Anne and Richard kissing and feeling each other up under the covers and I started pulling on my cock as I listened carefully, ears straining for each hint of impropriety.

At some point it sounded as though Anne had pulled the covers over her head since her whispers became much more muffled, but I could still hear Richard as he gave a guttural grunt and then Anne tittering quietly from beneath the covers.  I just imagined her going down on him and sucking on his cock.  She was making that characteristic humming sound ever so softly and Richard started panting and wriggling on the bed.  I was torn between the urge to jump up and switch on the light and urge to cum right then and there.  My gut was with icy anxiety, but I had to pause in my masturbation because I was afraid of cumming too soon.

I knew what was going on. They were trying to be subtle, but I was almost positive that my wife was sucking Richard’s goddamn penis just 15 feet from where I lay listening.  Part of me was torn with jealousy, and part of me was sickly aroused.  Richards pants got closer and closer together.

 

“Ah, ah, ah, stop now, stop,” he hissed quietly.

I couldn’t make out my wife’s muffled response but then I heard them struggling together on the bed, giggling, and rustling the covers violently.  I imagined them wrestling as Richard pulled my wife up from her blowjob and tried to pin her down so he could fuck her properly.

The conflict slowly subsided and they were both panting hoarsely.

“You think you’re a big man, huh?” asked my wife quietly.

“Hold that thought,” he breathed.

My wife gasped deeply, “Oh god, oh god.”

“Yeah, now you tell me,” he murmured.

“Oh yeah, I feel it, I like it,” whimpered my wife.

He was obviously sinking his meat between her parted legs!  What kind of husband was I to lay here and listen to this stuff.  What was Ruth thinking at this point?  She was playing along earlier.  Did she agree to shush me if I complained.  Why wasn’t I jumping up and throwing on the light to expose this whole charade right now?

“Oh yeah, take it,” he grunted quietly.

“Yeah, yeah, I like it, I like it,” moaned my wife, trying to keep her voice down.

That was why.  My wife wanted his dick inside it.  She liked it.  I had to admit it now.  I could hear the passion in her voice.  She couldn’t keep her voice down enough, and at some point she stopped caring if I could hear her or not.  That was why I was just going to lay here, jerking off as I listened to my wife, allowing her to have this minor indiscretion.  Because she needed it.  And to my surprise, my jealousy melted away.

I listened to the creaking of the bedsprings and the muffled slapping of skin on skin with equanimity.  My wife’s moans and whimpers grew louder and louder until I was afraid that Ruth would say something, but Ruth remained silent.  I wondered if she was masturbating as she listened too. By the time the headboard was rhythmically tapping against the wall, I was jerking myself madly and couldn’t hold back any more.  I spurted cum all over myself, soaking my blanket in hot jism.

“Oh Richard, Richard,” gasped my wife.  “I’m coming,” she said, not bothering to keep her voice down.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” agreed Richard.  “Give me one more minute.”  The sound of their hips slapping together was unmistakable at this point as they seemed to give up any pretense of stealth, too aroused to care what Ruth and I heard at this point.  Then he groaned loudly and the rhythmic tapping suddenly ceased.

“Oh Richard,” panted my wife, the adoration plain in her voice.  “That was amazing.”  Then she lowered her voice self-consciously and resumed her whisper “Wait, don’t pull out.  Stay inside me for a moment.”

I held my breath as the room became quiet once more, afraid to move or shift on the noisy couch, afraid to break the silence and implicitly admit that I had heard everything.  Afraid to acknowledge that I had laid here on the cot and listened to my wife get fucked noisily without interfering.  I lay and listened to Anne and Richard’s quiet breathing as they began to doze off.

“Can we all get some sleep now?” whispered Ruth cheekily from the floor and Anne and Richard chuckled quietly.

“Yes, sorry dear, we were just getting situated,” replied Anne contentedly.

I lay with the crossbar of the cot wedged into my side in severe discomfort for almost an hour, afraid to move until I finally heard my wife’s gentle snore.  And then I shifted noisily until I was comfortable and quickly drifted off to sleep.

I was awoken in the morning by a painful explosion of sunshine as Ruth drew the curtains back loudly.

“Time to get up, Anne is downstairs cooking breakfast and she told me to wake you now,” said Ruth cheerily.

“Urrgh,” I groaned, my head pounding from a terrible hangover.  “What time is it?”

“After 10 am,” she said looking down at me with an impish smirk.  “Sleep well?”

“I slept,”  I allowed, climbing painfully from the cot.

“Well, Anne sure slept well.  You should see how cheerful she is this morning,” said Ruth, giving me a sly look.  “I was afraid we would never get to sleep with all the fuss they made last night getting situated.”

“Oh, I didn’t hear anything,” I said, my face growing hot as I ducked my head and escaped to the bathroom to piss.

“Really, I’m surprised you didn’t hear them,” shouted Ruth through the bathroom door.  “They were pretty loud last night.”

I relieved myself and  then splashed cold water on my face.  I contemplated my visage in the mirror, water dripping from my unshaven face and eyes bloodshot and puffy.  What did Ruth want from me?  Did she want me to laugh with her about how funny it was that Richard really did stick it to my wife last night while I lay and listened?  I sure wasn’t going to do that.  I brushed my teeth and then opened the bathroom door to find Ruth standing right there.

“You, ok?” she asked sympathetically.

“I’m hungover,” I said.

“That’s all?” she asked, pouting.

“And hungry I guess,” I admitted.  “Let’s go downstairs.”

Everyone was gathered around the big dining table drinking coffee and chattering boisterously as my wife and Linda buzzed about serving scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast to everyone.  My wife’s cheeks were rosy and her eyes were bright.  She looked ten years younger this morning.

“There’s my Rumplestiltskin,” called Anne cheerily.  She dashed to pull out a chair for me, pecking my cheek and putting down a cup of coffee and plate of eggs and sausage for me.  “Sleep well, dear?”

“Well, I guess so,” I mumbled.  “This food looks good.  Check back with me after I’ve eaten and had some coffee.”

“Will do,” she beamed, tousling my hair as she ran off to refill Richard’s coffee.

Once everyone was served, Linda and Anne sat down to join us and I was peeved to see that Anne sat next to Richard and let Linda sit next to me.  But I felt a little better after wolfing down some eggs and toast and as the coffee kicked in, I tuned into the conversation at the table.

“Well, Richard, how was your first night sleeping with Tim’s wife?” asked Jack with a ribald laugh.

“Well, we had a minor territorial dispute over where her side of the bed ended and mine began,” he said, turning to exchange a smile with my wife. “But I emerged triumphant.”

“He sure did,” gushed Anne, gazing with adoration into Richard’s eyes.  “He was very forceful, I had to surrender to his advances.”

Everyone laughed at the innuendo, and I smiled along, but I felt that prick of jealousy and I noticed Bob looking at me with concern. Bob and Linda were in the bedroom adjoining ours and they must have heard the headboard tapping on the wall last night.  I could see that Linda was on the verge of mentioning it, but Bob shot her a warning glance and she held her tongue.

After lunch I helped clean up the dishes and found myself alone with my wife in the kitchen.

“So, I was planning to go shopping this morning and maybe catch back up with you after lunch,” she said carefully.

“Yeah, ok, what are you shopping for?” I asked, marveling at her bright complexion.  She really was just beaming with happiness this morning after getting fucked so hard by Richard’s big cock.

“Ah, well, I thought I might get some new, um, pajamas,” she said, blushing furiously for some reason.

“Pajamas,” I repeated.

“Well, you know,” she laughed awkwardly.  “Sleepwear.”

“You mean lingerie?” I asked stiffly.  “You want to have something fresh and sexy to wear to bed with Richard tonight?”

“Honey, please,” begged my wife, bowing her head as she scraped a plate and loaded it into the dishwasher.

Richard came into the kitchen and leaned against the counter.  “Hey Tim, I hope we didn’t keep you up last night,” he said staring me down insolently.

“Uh, no, I didn’t hear anything,” I lied, trying to swallow my ire.

“That’s good, because I was afraid that your wife and I were being pretty loud,” he said, suppressing a smile.

“Being pretty loud doing what?” I asked angrily.

“Darling,” cautioned my wife, putting her hand on my chest.

“Ready to head out, beautiful?” asked Richard, ignoring me and addressing my wife.

“Well, I have to finish up the dishes,” she said, looking at me with concern.

“I’ll finish them,” I said stiffly.

“Thanks, pal,” said Richard, slapping me on the shoulder and putting his arm around my wife and leading her out of the kitchen.

“Bye dear,” she called meekly, waving at me as they headed out.  “See you later.”

Bob came in as they were leaving.

“How are you holding up?” he asked me soberly.

“I’m not inviting Richard back next year,” I told him morosely.

“I understand,” he said simply, putting his hand on my shoulder.

“I think he’s going to take her to go buy lingerie so he can dress her in something sexy tonight,” I spat angrily.

“You mean, she is going to model all sorts of revealing outfits for him and let him choose the ones he likes best?” gulped Bob, his face growing red.  “Do you suppose, he’s going to, uh, watch her getting changed too?”

“Christ Bob!  What, what a thing to say,” I stammered, my penis growing hard at the thought.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, trying to hide his own erection.

“Hey, can you finish these dishes up?” I asked.  “I need to go check something out.”

“Sure go ahead,” Bob said with a knowing look.

I ran out of the house and looked up the nearest lingerie store on my phone.  I ran for a couple of blocks and soon caught up with my wife and Richard walking arm in arm down the street.  I followed them surreptitiously as my wife dragged Richard into one little gift shop after another.  I felt a bit of satisfaction that Richard was being subjected to this torment that every husband had to put up with, namely shopping for knick-knacks.  Presently they arrived at a lingerie shop and they entered together.  I waited outside for a few minutes, peeking in the window as Richard and Anne selected some pretty daring outfits.  When they headed into the dressing room together, my heart dropped and I resolved to follow them in.

When I entered the store, the saleswoman greeted me brightly, but I just brushed her off and headed right to the back of the store by the dressing room.  I paused when I heard Richard’s voice.

“Yeah, that’s hot, that’s really hot.  I can see your nipples right through that bra,” he said, his voice thick with lust.

“How does it look from behind?” asked my wife suggestively.

“Can I help you sir?” asked another saleswoman, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Shh,” I said, waving her away impatiently.

“Oh, yeah, that’s nice, you got some junk back there,” croaked Richard from the within the changing room.  “But take that off and try this one.”

“Ok, but close your eyes while I get undressed,” said my wife primly.

“Of course, of course,” he said.

I turned to look at the saleswoman and saw that she was listening along with me.

“That’s my wife in there,” I hissed.  For some reason, I wanted to share my outrage.

The young woman’s her eyes widened in surprise.

“Hey, your eyes are supposed to be closed,” said my wife, giggling girlishly.

“I like you best with nothing on at all,” he grunted.

“Oh really?” she asked.  “Hmm, I see that your johnson likes me too.”

“Oh yeah,” he groaned.

I heard the sound of a zipper coming down.

“Oh boy, look how big he is,” purred my wife.  “I’m going to need to do something about this, mister.”

I watched the saleswoman’s face grow beet red as we listened to the slurping sounds of my wife sucking another man’s penis in the dressing room and then him groaning loudly with pleasure.  She saw the horror on my face and strode deliberately over to the dressing room and rapped loudly on the door.

“Are you folks OK in there?” she demanded loudly.

“Yeah, we’re ok,” choked Richard, gasping for breath.  “Holy fuck,” he exclaimed in surprise.  “Oh yeah, that was awesome.”

“What was awesome, sir?” demanded the saleswoman, putting her hands on her hips.

“Omigod, you nearly choked me with that one, I almost couldn’t swallow it all,” chirped my wife cheerfully.

“Please don’t make a mess in there,” pleaded the saleswoman.  “I’m not supposed to let couples go in together.  I could get in trouble.”

“We’ll be right out, dear,” said my wife condescendingly.

The saleswoman came back over to me and said,  “I’m sorry, sir, but you better leave now.  I don’t want any trouble in here.”

“There won’t be any trouble,” I sighed, putting my hand in my pocket to wrestle my raging hardon back into submission.  “I’ll go now.”

I wandered back into the street and considered walking away, but something made me hang around outside the shop until my wife and Richard emerged, arm in arm, my wife holding a bag full of purchases.

“Oh, my gosh, fancy meeting you here,” gasped my wife in shock as I approached them.

“Hello darling, what did you buy?  Can I see?” I asked, ignoring Richard.

My wife blushed deeply.  “Um, I’ll show you later, I don’t want to pull this stuff out on the street like this,” she said, glancing around nervously.

“Oh, but you didn’t mind showing Richard, huh?” I asked angrily.

“Well, I did help her pick out some nice things.  Tasteful things, you know,” he said smoothly, not bothering to remove his arm from around my wife’s shoulders.

“Oh, so did you enjoy modeling lingerie for Richard all morning?” I asked my wife.

“It’s not, I mean, you make it sound,” stammered my wife, at a loss for words.

“Anne, you have something in your hair,” I pointed with disgust to a big glob of semen lodged in my wife’s hair.

“Oops, I don’t know what that is,” she said, her face going pale as she produced a tissue and hastily wiped Richard’s sputum from her locks while he chuckled easily.

“Ok, well, I’ll see you two later,” I snapped and stormed away.

“Darling, darling please,” cried Anne, handing her bag to Richard and chasing after me.

“What?” I asked, striding along briskly and not bothering to slow down.  “Don’t you have some more fun purchases to make with your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” laughed Anne nervously.  “Darling, you are being ridiculous.  Richard and I are just good friends.  You know that.”

“Really, Anne?” I asked incredulously as I hurried.  “I want my wife to be happy and I am certainly willing to overlook a minor indiscretion.  But you have be more discreet.”

“I, I don’t know what minor indiscretion you are talking about,” said Anne desperately.  “If you are talking about the commotion last night, well we were just horsing around and wrestling a little.  That’s no indiscretion.”

I looked my wife in the eye and she gave me a pleading look that broke my anger and made my heart melt. “I didn’t hear anything last night,” I told her.  “I slept like a baby.  I’m talking about this lingerie shopping.”

Anne gave me a look of deep gratitude and sighed with relief.  “Ok, darling, ok, I’m sorry.  It was naughty of me to parade around in sexy underwear for Richard.  I promise not to do that again.”

I looked at my wife and just shook my head in confusion.  She must know that I heard everything, but she needed to maintain this charade for some reason.  My hands clenched and unclenched anxiously as I thought about her stripping naked and sucking Richard’s cock in the lingerie store dressing room.   But then my wife grabbed my hand excitedly and pulled along to explore the boardwalk stores, chattering happily over every silly t-shirt or shell-encrusted souvenir that she came across.  She was as giddy as a teenager in love and I realized that she basically had developed a huge crush on Richard.

As jealous as I was of Anne’s infatuation with Richard, I was charmed by her new found exuberance and we did have an enjoyable day together.  I even enjoyed shopping for the dreaded knick-knacks.  By the time we returned to the house to have dinner with the gang, I was in a decent mood.  

During dinner, I was pleased that no one harassed me with jokes about Anne and Richard sleeping together.  I don’t know if it was because the joke was getting old or if people sensed that I was sensitive about it.  After dinner, we played board games and proceeded to get smashed as usual.   Anne and Richard sat next to each other on the floor and were touching each other a lot.  Little casual touches, like Anne would rub Richard’s back when he answered a trivia question correctly and Richard would squeeze Anne’s thigh if she guessed a charade.   I pretended not to notice and no one else commented on their intimacy until later in the evening when it was getting near bedtime.

“So Richard,” said Jack, his eyes glassy from drunkenness.  “Are you going to hog Anne for yourself tonight or give another guy a chance to sleep with her?”

“I want her to myself again, tonight,” said Richard slipping his arm around her waist and looking at me boldly.

I smirked in acknowledgement but just took a sip of my beer and said nothing as the women all tittered in response.

“I saw that you brought a bag home from the lingerie store this afternoon,” said Linda, suppressing a smile.  I noticed Bob kicking his wife under the table, and LInda pouted and rubbed her shin as Anne blushed with embarrassment.

“Yes, I helped Anne pick out some nice things today,” he admitted, proudly, eyes locked with mine in a challenge.

The room was silent for a moment while everyone digested that, then everyone broke out in nervous laughter and the occasional catcall.

“I, uh, that sounds worse that it is, I mean,” stammered my wife, looking around the room beseechingly.

“Is this the bag, here?” asked Ruth, pulling the lingerie bag from behind the couch.  “Can we see what you got?”

“Um, that’s sort of personal,” said Anne with a worried expression, her hand on her cheek and her eyes darting around the room.

“We just want to see what Richard picked out for you to wear to bed tonight, dear,” said Linda, grabbing the bag and rooting around inside.  “Oh my, this will be flattering.”  She extracted a sheer chemise and held it up for everyone to see, eliciting hoots and whistles from the room.  She put her hand inside to show how transparent it was.  “Won’t leave much to the imagination, will it?”

“Well, of course I would wear something under that,” put in Anne, drawing herself upright defensively.

“Oh, like this?” asked Linda with an impish twinkle in her eye.  She drew out a cupless bra and a pair of crotchless panties, which made the room erupt with more laughter and bawdy comments.

Anne just hid her face in her hands, while Richard’s chest puffed out proudly.

“When you put it all together, it’s a lot more tasteful than you would think,” said Richard pursing his lips judiciously.

“You don’t mean to say that she tried that on for you, Richard?” gasped Sylvia, putting her hand to her chest, utterly scandalized.

“Well, of course, we got that for her to wear to bed tonight,” said Richard, raising his eyebrows at her suggestively.

“Can we see you in that outfit, Anne?  Why don’t you change into that now?” begged Jack excitedly, slapping his hand against his thigh.

“Yes, Anne, please,” chimed in Linda and Ruth, clapping their hands in inebriation.

“Oh no, I couldn’t,” gasped my wife with a laugh, holding up her hands defensively. “It was sort of a joke, really.  I mean, I never intended,” she trailed off helplessly.

“Oh, come on, don’t be bashful, darling, give the boys a thrill,” coaxed Linda, ignoring her husband’s dirty look.

“Yes, why should Richard get all the fun?” barked Jack drunkenly, spittle forming on his lips as he eyed my wife’s body.

“Maybe you should give the people what they want,” laughed Richard, rubbing my wife’s back affectionately.

Anne looked over at me and asked meekly, “What do you think, dear?  Would it be too terribly naughty of me?”

All eyes were on me as I took a long careful draught of beer.  Why not?  I thought to myself.  If I will put up with her fucking Richard, why not let other guys get a glimpse of her nipples and her bush?  Who cares at this point.  I sighed and said, “Well, it sure looks like a naughty outfit.  But we are all adults here, drunken adults, but adults.  And we’ve all known each other for years, so, I mean, why should we be prudes about it?”

The group cheered in response and Linda jumped up with the bag in hand and helped my wife climb to her feet.  “Well it’s settled, then, come along harlot, come along.  Let’s see what tasty treat Richard has in store for him tonight.”  Linda hustled Anne into the next room to go get changed and Anne glanced back over her shoulder at me with trepidation.

“You are being such a good sport about all this, Tim,” said Sylvia, gesturing at me from across the room.  “Are you terribly jealous?”

“Oh, no,” I said, looking at Sam.  “A little bit of jealousy helps keep a relationship fresh.”

Bob avoided my gaze and pulled at his collar.  “Yes, Sylvia, aren’t you jealous of how excited Jack is to see Anne’s body?”  he asked her.

“Well,” said Sylvia, frowning at her husband.  “I know how men are.  Always hot to see a beautiful woman’s body.  I can’t hold it against him.  I just don’t want him switching places with Richard.”

We all laughed at that and then Linda reappeared, dragging Anne along with her.  My wife’s face was flushed from embarrassment and she held one arm over her nipples and kept her other hand over her crotch as she inched into the room wearing the lingerie that Richard had picked for her.

“Come on, put your arms down,” demanded Jack, practically frothing at the mouth with lust.  “Don’t be bashful!”

“Oh god,” said my wife, rolling her eyes.  “Ta-da!” she shouted, throwing her arms in the air, treating the gang to a nice view of her nipples and dark bush, clearly visible through her transparent chemise, before covering herself up again modestly.

The room erupted with catcalls again and I had to admit, it was pretty exciting.

“Again, again!” shouted Ruth, clapping her hands.

But Linda had mercy on my bashful wife and held up a hand.  “Now, now, don’t push her.  Let’s just get a look at this caboose and then let her go.”  She spun my wife around and Anne bent over, flashing her butt cheeks at us and blowing me a kiss over her shoulder before grabbing her terrycloth robe and slipping it on to cover herself.

“Oh my god,  that really is a risqué get up,” gasped Sylvia.  “I don’t believe that you showed that to Richard.”

“Well, just, you know,” mumbled my wife, stifling a yawn.

“Uh, oh, looks like someone is getting tired,” said Richard, jumping to his feet.  “I better get this sleepyhead off to bed.  Goodnight all.”

“Goodnight everyone!” said my wife with a feeble wave, as Richard whisked her upstairs.

Everyone watched them go with frank surprise and then Ruth jumped up.  “Ah, ok, Tim.  Come on, we better head up there and make sure there is no funny business.”

“Well, I mean, ok, but, I trust my wife of course,” I said, standing up with difficulty and taking Ruth’s arm so that we could steady each other as we hurried upstairs after my wife and her lover.

“We can trust that there will be funny business tonight, but at least we should be there to make sure it’s supervised,” giggled Ruth quietly as we ascended the stairs together, but I just shook my head and said nothing.

When we entered the bedroom, Richard was sitting up in bed chest bare with his boxers on the floor, just as last night.  The bathroom door was closed and the sink was running, but my wife’s robe was hanging on the hook.

“I’m going to check on the sexpot,” said Ruth, tapping on the door and then slipping into the bathroom with my wife.  I heard them giggling and chatting in there and I shrugged and headed over to the cot on the other side of the room, ignoring Richard.  I lay down with a thump, eliciting squeals of protest from the cot and realized that I was tired enough to fall right asleep, but I struggled not to fall right to sleep.

“Pretty tired, huh, Tim?” asked Richard in a soft voice.

“Yeah,” I admitted with a slur in my voice.

“I just wanted to thank you for keeping your sense of humor about all this,” he said with an unctuous tone.

“Yeah,” I agreed sleepily.

Just then the bathroom door opened and Ruth slipped out.  “Goodnight all,” she chirped, slipping under the covers on her nest of cushions.

My wife turned the bathroom light out and the room was cloaked in darkness.  I heard my wife’s footsteps as she creeped across the floor.

“Hey does anyone object if we leave the bathroom light on with the door ajar?” asked Richard casually.  “I don’t want to trip and kill myself if I have to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.”

“Fine by me,” agreed Ruth.  “Also, Tim will be able to keep an eye on you guys in case he gets jealous.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” said Anne, with worry in her voice.

“Come on, you don’t want me to get injured in the night, do you?” coaxed Richard.

“Ugh, ok,” said my wife and she snapped the bathroom light back on and left the door ajar.  A sliver of light shot out and dimly illuminated the room as she crept across the floor toward the bed.

“Wait, uh, aren’t you going to change into something more modest?” I said, sitting up on an elbow when I realized that my wife was still wearing her lingerie.

“Um, honey, I thought, you know, that you understood I would be wearing this to bed tonight,” she said.  Her body was illuminated by the beam of light from the bathroom, her nipples and bush clearly visible through her chemise.

“You said you was a joke,” I croaked, watching Richard’s face as he ogled my wife’s body.  He was starting to pitch a tent in the covers again.

“She had to say that because she was afraid to admit what was really going on to the rest of the gang,” put in Ruth, sitting up in her nest.  Then she noticed Richard’s tent, “Oops, look, Anne, Richard is springing a stiffy again.”

“Yes I am,” he agreed proudly, then he reached under the covers with one hand and the tent started popping up and down as he fondled himself.

“Jesus, are you jerking off while you stare at my wife’s body, Richard?” I complained.

“Can you blame me?” he asked good-naturedly.  “Look at her, she’s a knockout in that outfit.”

Anne smiled at him and curtsied,  “Why thank you Richard, that’s sweet.”

“It’s sweet that’s he’s jerking himself while he gawks at your exposed privates?” I cried, reaching down to adjust my own boner.

“Well, a girl does like to be appreciated,” put in Ruth primly.

“Please darling,”said my wife coming over to the cot.  “Like you said, let’s not be prudes about this.”  She bent over to tuck me in and she gave me a kiss.

“Oh yeah, hold that pose,” grunted Richard, fapping away madly under the covers while Ruth watched and giggled.  

My wife kept her rump pointed at him and glanced back over her shoulder, giving her ass a little shake for his entertainment.

“That’s hot,” said Ruth excitedly.

“Jesus, Anne,” I complained.

“Sorry, dear,” she said, patting me on the head.  Then she turned and gave me a brief view of her round ass cheeks as she lifted the covers and slipped into bed next to Richard.

“Goodnight all,” said my wife as she and Richard clung together under the covers in the middle of the bed.  

“What are you two doing?” I asked suspiciously, raising up one elbow to watch what they were doing in the dim light from the bathroom.

“I’m just giving your wife a chaste peck on the cheek, is that ok?” asked Richard.

“Um, not really,” I said, feeling my gut wrench.

“Oh, please, darling,” said Anne loftily. “We are just being friendly.”  

I could make out Richard’s form as he leaned up on one elbow while my wife lay on her back to receive his kiss.  He didn’t bother kissing her cheek at all and just kissed her directly on the mouth.  I saw the covers raise up as Richard slid his hand up and down my wife’s body while they made out.  Then he started thrusting his hips back and forth and my wife broke off the kiss suddenly.

“Richard, be careful with that thing, my gosh,” she gasped.

“Is he poking you with that boner?  That’s pretty friendly,” giggled Ruth, as she sat up, watching the action with interest.

“I swear I didn’t,” said Richard, rolling over on his back and putting his hands behind his neck.  The bump of his hardon was clearly visible in the light from the bathroom, and it occurred to me suddenly that Richard had deliberately insisted that the light be left on so that I could see him getting it on with my wife.  I didn’t know whether I should be angry or grateful for that.

My wife snuggled up against Richard’s side and I could see the covers move as she ran her hands up and down his chest and then down to his groin.  She looked over to see if I was watching as the bump around Richard’s groin started moving up and down slowly.  She could see that I was still leaning up and facing them but she just returned her attention to Richard and whispered something in his ear.

“Yeah, that’s good,” he groaned as groin bump continued  to move up and down and up and down.

“Uh, what are you guys doing?” I asked, peevishly, pulling out my cock under my own covers and pulling on it while I watched my wife apparently giving Richard a handjob under the blankets.

“Just, you know, giving Richard a massage.  He likes to be comforted before sleep,” said my wife hesitantly as the pace of her handjob increased slightly.

“You’re massaging his boner for him?” cackled Ruth, loving every minute of this.

“No, silly, I’m just rubbing his belly,” said my wife as the jerking ceased and the covers above Richard’s belly were disturbed as she rubbed Richard’s stomach.

“Wait, I thought you were each going to stay on your side of the bed,” I said,

“Well, I thought I told you dear, I tried to keep him on his side last night, but then he wrestled me into submissive,” said Anne coquettishly.  

“You don’t want me to have to pin your wife down again, do you, Tim?” asked Richard.

“Of course not,” I stammered.

“Here face your husband and let me spoon you from behind,” said Richard, flipping my wife over onto her side so that she faced me.

“You gonna spoon her with that boner of yours?” asked Ruth with interest.

“Can you lay down and go to sleep, please?” asked Anne with exasperation.

“For your information, my boner has subsided.  I just want to go sleep now,” said Richard as he eased himself behind my wife.

“Oh god,” she gasped, in spite of herself, biting her knuckle.

“You ok, Anne,” he asked her as he rocked her back and forth in the spoon position.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, I’m good,” she panted.

“You know, that doesn’t look too good, you guys,” I said, squeezing my stiff cock as I watched.  “I mean it looks like he’s humping you from behind.”

Richard laughed and his thrusts increased making my wfie gasp again.

“Don’t be, oh god, don’t be, um, silly, dear,” she said, struggling to maintain composure.  “I mean, that’s just, ooooh, preposterous. Oh god, stop it, stop it, Richard.  You are making my husband nervous.”

“Oh, I’m just teasing him a little bit,” said Richard looking over at me, but I couldn’t make out his expression since he was backlit.

“Let’s just all go to sleep now,” said my wife primly, pushing Richard away.

I lay back down reluctantly, not wanting to miss any of the action.

“Just wait, just wait,” whispered my wife quietly as she and Richard rearranged themselves.

I was drunk and exhausted and quickly dozed off even though I tried to stay awake.

Some time later I opened my eyes.  It was still night time and the bed was creaking again.  I shifted myself around so that I could see the bed and saw that Richard was on his back and my wife was straddling him and bouncing up and down which was making the bed creak.  My cot squeaked loudly under me making me want to curse and my wife stopped and looked over toward where I lay.  I doubted she could see me well in this dim light, but I closed my eyes just in case and tried to keep my breathing slow and regular.

“He’s just shifting in his sleep,” whispered Richard.  “Come on,” he hissed urgently.

“Ok, ok,” agreed my wife and I flicked my eyes back open and watched as she started moving up and down on carefully on top of him.  She was still partly covered by the blankets, so I couldn’t actually see him penetrating her, but it was obvious what was going on.  He had his hands up the front of her chemise and and squeezing her boobs and pinching her nipples while she worked herself up and down on his cock.  Anne had her head thrown back and her mouth hung  in passion.

It was incredibly erotic for me to watch my wife in a state of ecstasy with another man.  In fact that she suddenly became much more desirable to me and I couldn’t help jerking off while I watched sliding up and down on Richard’s rod and loving every minute of it.

“Oh you are a dirty girl,” whispered Richard with relish as he enthuastically fondled and dicked my wife.  “You like taking that dick with you husband sleeping right there, don’t you baby.”

“I like your penis,” said my wife thickly, her hands were planted on his chest as she rocked back and forth on top of him.

“But you also like that Tim might see us.  You like the thrill of possibly getting caught,” he insisted.

“I don’t want him to see, he might try to make us stop,” she giggled softly.

“I want him to see, I want him to watch me dicking his wife,” whispered Richard, he reached back to throw the covers down so I could see his dick sliding up into my wife.  “I want him to see how I own you.”

I have to admit, I came when he said that and soiled my blankets again.

“Don’t be bad,” whimpered my wife.  “Don’t, don’t,  oh god, yeah, yeah, do it,”  She was rocking back and forth madly now and the bed started creaking again.  She soon shuddered as she reached climax.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he hissed, gripping her butt cheeks  and thrusting himself up into her insistently as he came inside her.

My wife collapsed down on top of him and hurriedly pulled the blanket up over her, she looked in my direction, but I closed my eyes quickly.

“That was hot, you guys,” whispered Ruth from her little nest.

“Shut up Ruth, go back to sleep,” hissed my wife.

“I was diddling myself while I watched and it got me off,” giggled Ruth.

‘You’re welcome Ruth, now quiet down,” whispered Richard.

“I thought you didn’t care if Tim woke up,” insisted Ruth quietly.

“You say things you don’t mean in the heat of the moment,” whispered Richard.  “I don’t relish getting my face punched in by an angry husband.”

No one would blame me if I did punch Richard’s face in, but the embarrassment would be too great.  I don’t want everyone to know that he dicked my wife for real.  Though, I guess if Ruth knew then everyone would soon enough.  I would deal with that if it came up, but until then I would just take it one day at a time.  This vacation would be over in a week and Richard wasn’t getting invited back next year.  A little fling can be exciting, but I didn’t want Anne making a habit of it. With these thoughts, I fell asleep.

The following morning, I wasn’t woken by sunshine but by my wife’s cries of passion.  I sat up blearily and looked over toward the bathroom.  The door was ajar and I could see that Richard had my wife bent over the sink and was dogging her from behind while she mewled and cried out.  Jesus, these two were like rabbits.  I saw that Ruth had already evacuated her nest and I could smell coffee brewing downstairs.

‘Take that, take that dick,” grunted Richard forcefully, and my whimpered submissively in response.

“Anne?” I called.  “Are you ok?”

Richard cursed and slammed the bathroom door.   I climbed stiffly off the horrible cot and limped over to the bathroom.  

“Who’s in there?” I asked, tapping. “I need to pee.”

“Uh, we’re almost done, hold on,” growled Richard.  I could hear the muffled sound of his hips slapping wildly against my wife’s ass and I shook my head in disbelief.  Were they really going to be this obvious.

“Oh, oh, oh,” called my wife urgently.

“Is that it, is that it?” asked Richard.

“Is what it, Richard?” I called.

“Nothing, Tim, nothing,  just give us another minute, we’re done,” replied Richard as I heard them rummaging around in the bathroom.

The door opened and my wife slipped out with a towel wrapped around her head bowed in shame, and Richard followed behind her in his boxers, grinning sheepishly.

“Oh, you two were in there together?” I asked.

“We were just, you know,” said my wife gesturing helplessly.  “Brushing our teeth.”

“Yeah,” I said, ducking into the bathroom and slamming the door.   She looked at me and smiled hopefully as she stood there naked, preparing to put her bra on.  I guess I was getting off on my wife’s infidelity with Richard.  And I liked the little charade she played, showing me what she was doing, but insisting that nothing improper was happening.  But it was more fun if the pretext was believable.  That doggystyle tooth brushing incident this morning was going too far.   I relieved myself and washed my hands and when I came out Richard was gone and my wife was getting dressed.

“Brushing your teeth together, huh?” I asked.

“It was a very, um, vigorous brushing,” she said, coming over and wrapping her arms around  my neck.

“It sounded that way,” I said, toying with her breasts as my cock grew stiff.

“We got into all the crevices,” she said, looking me in the eye daringly, as she unzipped my fly.

“Uh, huh,” I said.  She dropped to her knees and gave me head and I thought about how Richard had just finished blatantly fucking her just moments before and I came almost immediately.

“Ok, wow, that was a new record,” giggled my wife, climbing to her feet and wiping my cum from her forehead.  “So this whole thing is, uh, working for you, I guess.”

“This thing?” I asked weakly.

“The vigorous tooth brushing, the uh, friendly belly rubs under the covers, a bit of, um, harmless wrestling now and then,” she smiled knowingly and I felt my breath catching in my throat.  “It’s making you hot, for Richard and I to, you know, horse around a little.”

“I guess so, as long as it’s just a joke and doesn’t get real,” I said rubbing my head uncomfortably.

“My thoughts exactly,” she said touching my lips.  She tossed her bra aside and pulled on a short dress.

“You aren’t going to wear your bra or panties?” I asked in surprise.  

“Oh, no, I won’t need those.  I think Richard and I going to take a little nature hike.  You know, just he and I,” smile smiled at me devilishly and my spent cock started to inflate again.  She pointed at my rejuvenated hardon and laughed.  “Yep, this is working for us.”   With that, she gave me a kiss on the lips and skipped off to go find Richard.

It was a very interesting vacation.

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Your Buddies Convince Your Wife to Strip

By Gustav Jorgenson

Excerpted from: “Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching, Vol.1

You and two of your buddies, Jim and Bob, are watching the game in your living room.  Your wife comes in to bring some drinks and snacks wearing jeans and a blouse.  When she bends over you notice both of your friends looking down the front of her shirt at her breasts as they hang down.

“Nice rack,” says Bob judiciously, pursing his lips and nodding with approval.

Your wife looks up in surprise, then down at her cleavage.  “Oh shit!” she gasps, hastily standing up again and holding the top of her blouse closed.   Everyone breaks out laughing.  You know you should be offended by this, but you can’t help yourself and laugh right along with everyone else.  You and your friends have been drinking for a while so you are feeling loose, but your wife has been doing her own things all afternoon and is totally sober.

“That’s pretty fresh mister,” says your wife, lunging over to slap Bob’s arm.

He flinches mockingly, covering his head with his arms, but Jim cranes his neck dramatically to look down her shirt again as she is bent over.

“Yep, they are nice,”  agrees Jim to more laughter.

You laugh a little less heartily this time and are feeling like the joke is getting old.

“Jeez,” says your wife, straightening up with her hands on her hips.  “You would think you guys don’t have wives of your own at home.”  She thrusts her bosom out provocatively and looks at you devilishly.

Bob boldly looks her body up and down.  You watch him do it and wriggle in your seat uncomfortably, but keep you mouth shut.

“Yeah, you know how it is,” he says gazing at her jutting breasts. “After you are with someone for years and years, you stop looking at them sexually.  Your husband would probably rather check out my wife’s tits than yours at this point.”  Bob shoots you a knowing look and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Ha, that’s for sure,” agrees your wife looking at you accusingly.  “When’s the last time you ‘checked out my rack?’ ” she asks, emphasizing the scare quotes.

“Uhh, are we really going to get into this now?” you ask lamely.

“Unbutton your blouse,” blurts out Jim,  “Let’s get a better look at those bad boys.”  He’s sweating and staring at your wife’s bust-emphasizing posture, mouth hanging open unconsciously.  

“Jesus Jim, take it easy, will you?  That’s my fucking wife you’re talking to,” you laugh nervously.

Jim’s blushes and looks over at you guiltily.  “Sorry man, I guess I’m a little sauced up.”

“Don’t apologize, dear. It’s flattering actually,” says your wife soothingly.  

“Well in that case, open your blouse for sure,” demands Bob crudely, eyes locked on your wife’s tits.  He knocks his beer on the table loudly for emphasis.

“God Dammit, what’s with you guys?” you ask incredulously.

“Oh relax honey, they are just being honest.  I bet you wouldn’t mind asking Bob’s wife to take HER shirt off,” says your wife with a knowing nod.

“Maybe or maybe not, but I wouldn’t come out and ask her to,” you sputter.

“Well that’s just because you haven’t gotten up the nerve,” laughs your wife and you blush furiously and press your lips together.  You have a cold sensation in your gut and you feel confused.

“Ok boys,  I will oblige you,” says you wife seriously, turning to face your guests.  “If it gives you such a thrill, I think I can undo a few buttons for you.”  She slowly and dramatically unbuttons her blouse about half-way and leans forward with her hands on her knees.  “How’s that look?”  she asks.  

You watch your buddies staring transfixed at your wife’s knockers.  Her bra is clearly visible and her cleavage is exposed.  She is shaking them slightly to make her boobs jiggle.  Jim is unconsciously fingering his crotch while he checks out your wife.  Bob stares for a few minutes and then leans back with a violent sigh, gripping his own crotch as he does.

“Yeah those are decent titties alright.  Let’s see what else you got there,” says Bob shakily.

“Oh, I’ve got plenty going on back here,” laughs your wife and turns to present her large round ass for them them to inspect.  “Check it out,” she says encouragingly as she shakes her ass for them.

You don’t really know what the hell to say at this point, you just watch your buddies checking out your wife’s ass and then take a slug of your beer nervously.

“That looks good, but we could see it better if you took your pants off,” says Jim, licking his lips.

Your wife put her hand to her mouth in mock surprise.  “Now come on, gentleman.  A bit of teasing is all in good fun, but I am a married woman, not a stripper.”

“Yeah, you are getting off on this.  Pull those pants off and show us what you got,”  laughs Bob.  “Look at your husband.  He’s beet red, but he’s not saying a word.  I think he’s getting off on this too.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you croak, but say nothing more.  Your palms are sweating and you take another swig of beer.

“Wow you guys are pretty insistent.  I guess it won’t kill me to take my pants off.  I’ve worn less that this at the beach after all,” sighs your wife.  She turns her back and unzips her jeans and starts wriggling them off.  Her panties come half-way off as she is maneuvering her pants down past her generous hips and her ass crack is showing.  She pulls them down further and bends over fully as they bunch up at her knees.  

You hear Jim gulp and he is staring at her milky white thighs and squeezing his cock absently through his pants.  Bob is gripping himself as well and nodding while she pulls her pants all the way off, her round, half-covered ass weaving back and forth as she does so.  She stands and turns back to face them wearing just her panties and with her blouse mostly open, exposing her bra.   Her bravado has drained away somewhat and she is covering her crotch self consciously.

Jim and Bob are both running their eyes hungrily up and down her body, and unabashedly touching themselves while they do.

You wife’s eyes widen as she notices this.  “My god, you guys are practically jerking yourselves there,” she says, amazed.  “I just show a little skin and you guys are popping stiffies left and right.  I wish I still had that effect on my own husband.”  You can tell she feels bolder now and she bends one knee to better show off her shapely legs.

You notice that you do actually have a raging hardon of your own at this point and don’t know what to do. You are amazed at how exciting it is for your wife to be so slutty, but you really don’t think you could handle it if things went any further.  You decide to keep your mouth shut for now.

You wife watches with interest as your buddies look her body over and handle themselves.  She unbuttons the last buttons of her blouse and discards it casually.  “It’s odd, I’m not really wearing any less than I would if I was at the beach in a bikini.  But the act of stripping in front your friends feels so…dirty.  And the way they just brazenly ask to see my body and then grapple their cocks while they do… it’s sort of kinky,”  says your wife to you as she pinches her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra.

“Can you guys see my nipples?” she asks with concern.  “They are really hard now.”

Your mouth goes dry, but your beer is gone.  You are frozen in place and can’t say a word.

“Take off your bra,” says Bob gruffly as he kneads his cock through his jeans.

“Oh no,” laughs your wife holding up her hands.  “I’ve gone far enough, stripping for you guys while you just sit and ogle my body.  I don’t mind putting on a little show for you, but if you want me to go further, you have to put some skin in the game too.”  She looks at you with a twinkle in her eye.

“What do you suggest?”  croaks Jim, eyes locked on her stiff nipples.

“Well, pull out your cocks and let me see what you have,”  she says chuckling.  “You might as well, given how you two are working your rods over there.  Let me see something and I will show you a little more.”

“Now hold on!” you finally manage to say, but there is no conviction in your voice.

Jim and Bob both ignore you and readily unzip their flies and pull out their stiff cocks for your wife to inspect.  You can’t believe this is happening.  Two of your friends are sitting on the couch, pointing hard-ons at your wife as she stands half naked in her underwear before them, promising to show them her tits.

“Come on you guys, that’s going too far,” you complain.

“That’s true dear, this is going too far, but look at how hard they are.  They pulled their dicks right out when I dared them.  I can’t just leave them hanging now,” she says as she unsnaps the front of her bra and holds it shut.  “Are you guys ready?” she teases as Jim and Bob furiously jerk their cocks.  

She shrugs out of her bra and your friends both let out an appreciative sound as her round breasts swing free and her hard pink nipples are revealed in their provocative stiffness.  She shimmies her shoulders to make her tits dance and jiggle and you just stare in disgusted fascination as your buddies jerk off to your wife’s bouncing breasts.  

“Get those fucking panties off,” whispers Bob through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, do it,” says Jim as he flails away at his member.

“What do I get if I do?” she asks, pulling teasingly at the sides of her panties.

“You see what I’ve got,” grunts Bob, pointing his cock at her.

“What can I do with that?” she asks innocently, inching her panties down slowly.

“You’ll see,” assures Bob.

“Ok, but it better be good,” says your wife mock sternly.  Next, she pulls down her panties and reveals the dark patch of her bush to them. You, Jim, and Bob all stand simultaneously.  You are about to intervene but Jim elbows you aside and you slip and fall as he and Bob grab your wife.  She shrieks with laughter as she struggles with them.

“Honey, help, they are ravishing me,” she shouts.    But Jim just grabs her by the hair, pulls her head down toward his crotch, and sticks his cock right into her mouth.  He grunts with satisfaction as she starts sucking fitfully on his dick.  You are sitting on the floor with a sickening weakness washing over you.  You watch as Bob positions himself behind your wife and starts dogging her from behind.  Pretty soon Bob’s hips are slapping against your wife’s ass and she is making small sounds of pleasure as her head bobs up and down on Jim’s hardon.  

Bob grips your wife’s hips more firmly in his hands and thrusts deeply as Jim grunts loudly and grabs your wife’s hair again.   She makes a choking sound and pulls her head back slightly as he starts shooting spurts of cum into her face.  “Oh Jim, Oh yeah,” she says lustily.  “Give me that,” she moans and laps the jizz from his sticky cock.  You notice that Bob has reached around and is furiously working your wife’s clitoris while he fucks her with short sharp thrusts from behind.  She can’t take much of that before she throws her head back and goes into a shuddering orgasm.  As the final waves pass visibly over her, Bob pokes his dick into your wife one final time and grinds himself up against her rear with a groan.  

“I’m cumming inside you,” he gasps.  

“Yeah, do it,” responds your wife, reaching back to pull gently on his scrotum.  

“Oh fuck, I’m shooting more now,”  he says.  

“Bring it,” she coaxes, cheeks flushed and eyes shining from her orgasm.

Jim looks at you as he playfully slaps his now flaccid cock against your wife’s  face.  “I like your wife,” he says.  “She knows how to entertain her guests.”

You get up and pull yourself together enough to give him a violent shove.  He falls over the coffee table with a laugh.  “Ok, Ok, I deserve that.  I am out of here.”  He jumps up and steals a quick kiss from your wife before bolting out the door, struggling with his fly as he goes.

Bob pulls out of your wife and she turns and kneels before him to suck his softening member.

“I like you,” she says.  “You are forceful.  You made me cum.”

“Just suck it,” he says tenderly looking her in the eyes.

“yes sir, I am sir,” she teases.

You push her aside and she gives an indignant squawk.  You shove Bob and he stumbles awkwardly backward. “Fun time is over, get the fuck out.”

“Ok, buddy.  Don’t get all bent out of shape.  These things happen.  It’s not the end of the world,” he says grumpily as he tucks himself back into his pants and stalks out the door.

You look down at your wife and she looks back up at you, smiling, as she lays in a satisfied heap on the floor.

“You have to admit, that was pretty wild,” she says.  “We should invite them back sometime.”

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Wife Makes Out on Couch

By Gustav Jorgenson

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

My wife Sarah invited her friend Tom over for dinner one night and we all had a few drinks together in the living room afterward.  Sarah and Tom sat together on the couch while I sat in my easy chair across from them and I noticed them inching closer and closer together the drunker we all got.  Pretty soon they were nudged right up against one another and finding excuses to touch each other’s arm or leg over and over again.  I was a little embarrassed because I could sense the sexual tension between them and I felt an odd pang when Sarah made an exaggerated point at laughing at all of Tom’s jokes.

“Boy, you guys are getting quite, uh, comfy there on the couch,” I commented, taking a sip of my Merlot.

“Aren’t we though?” laughed my wife, throwing an arm around Tom’s back and putting her head on his shoulder.  She batted her eyelashes at me to tease me and I just gulped with jealousy but couldn’t think of a witty reply.

“Of course, it’s perfectly harmless, John,” said Tom, as he casually draped his arm across my wife’s shoulder so that they sat arm in arm across from me.

“Sure, but, you know,” I said lamely, which made my wife giggle and lift her head off of Tom’s chest.

“John, look at you, you are getting jealous,” she chuckled, pointing a tipsy finger of accusation at me.

“No, I’m not, I’m not,” I insisted , putting my glass down with a clunk and waving my hands at them defensively.  “You know me, I’m not like that.”

“I think you’re jealous that I’ve been paying so much attention to Tom all night,” said Sarah, turning to gaze at Tom with frank admiration.  “I know I’ve been a terribly open about my crush on him.”

“I’m not, uh, what?  A crush?”  I stammered.  I looked helplessly at Tom who started blushing deeply as he avoided my gaze.

“But you’re not jealous,” said my wife tugging the hem of her dress down and putting her hands on her knees primly.

“No, no,” I agreed, feeling slightly sick to my stomach.

“Of course, Sarah and I are just good friends, nothing to be jealous of,” said Tom looking at my wife searchingly.

“Right, obviously,” I said, forcing a wry smile.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I gave Tom a friendly kiss?” asked my wife.  She kept her tone neutral and gazed at me placidly while I squirmed in my seat.”

“I mean, well, a kiss?” I asked.  I rubbed my mouth as I worried about her level of drunkenness.  Was she serious?

“Sure, just a friendly smooch.   Since you aren’t jealous,” she said, struggling not to smile.

“I mean, you almost sound like you WANT me to be jealous,” I said.  I tried to manufacture a convincing laugh.

“Not at all dear, why would I?” asked Sarah, putting her hand to chest dramatically.  “I just find it odd that you wouldn’t feel a bit of jealousy when I show some interest in another man.  Do you think my days as a sexual being are over?”

“Oh jeez, not this argument again.  Of course you are still a sexual being, you are only forty after all,” I said.  I hated when she got like this.  She was so insecure about growing older.

“I think you are very sexy,” offered Tom.  He looked pointedly at my wife’s boobs and it was her turn to color slightly.

“Well then, give me a little kiss Tom,” she said puckering her lips and closing her eyes.

“But that’s, you know, kind of pushing it,” I said weakly.

“I’ll just give her a quick peck,” said Tom, taking my wife into his arms easily.  Their lips touched tentatively for a moment, then Sarach wrapped her arms around him and pressed her mouth fiercely again Tom’s.

“Um, really Sarah?” I asked, feeling annoyed.  She was deliberately trying to make jealous for some reason.  Of course I was fucking jealous to see her kissing this guy right on the lips after fawning over him all night.  But something rebelled within me and I refused to openly admit it.  I just sat watching in fascination as Tom and my wife kissed more and more passionately on the couch in front of me.  They twisted their faces back and forth as their tongues flicked between their mouths and I could feel my penis starting to swell even as the anger and jealousy rose within me.  Tom’s hand slid down to rest on one of Sarah’s protruding breasts and she moaned in pleasure in response.

“Uh, easy there buddy,” I said, but they just ignored me.

Sarah reached down and started rubbing the lump in the crotch of Tom’s pants and I yelped indignantly.  “Sarah, for Chrissake!  What are you doing?  Are you touching his goddamn penis?”

Sarah and Tom broke away from each other and my wife gave me a bleary look, guilty and muddled by drink.  “Oh shit, sorry.  Yes, I was rubbing Tom’s penis a little,” she admitted, gritting her teeth in contrition.

“And he was feeling up your boob!” I exclaimed, feeling strangely excited at the thought.  “Of course I’m going to feel jealous when you do stuff like that.”

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry honey,” she said, edging away from Tom on the couch ever so slightly as she leaned forward toward me.  “We got a bit carried away there for a moment.”

“I’ll say,” I agreed, nodding my head vigorously.  “I mean, penis touching.”

“And boob squeezing,” said Sarah, glancing over at Tom and touching her breasts.  “Not very appropriate for a married woman, I admit.”

“But, you know, just harmless fun really,” said Tom, reaching down to wrestle with protrusion between his legs while Sarah looked on with interest.

“Harmless, ha, yeah, well I don’t really feel comfortable when my wife grabs another fellow’s johnson while he’s pinching her breasts,” I said.  My own penis growing more and more engorged with blood as I thought about the incident.

“Are you still hard?” blurted Sarah as she watched Tom handling his boner through his slacks.

“Sarah!” I said, aghast at how excited my wife was getting over Tom’s penis.

“What?  His penis was really really stiff when I touched it just now,” said Sarah, putting on an innocent face.

“I’m sure it was, you two were really going at it,” I said, worried that my wife might see the erection growing in my own pants.  “You definitely succeeded in making me jealous.”

“But Tom said it was just harmless fun,” said Sarah.  She paused and looked at me seriously.  “I mean what harm can come if I touch Tom’s penis a little bit?”

“Uh, what do you mean?” I asked, growing flustered.  She must be have been drunk as hell at that point.

“It sure didn’t harm me,” said Tom with a toothy grin.

“Of course, as a husband, I don’t like to see that,” I said lamely.  “I mean, Sarah’s my wife.”

“Aren’t I still your wife?” asked Sarah.  “Even after touching Tom’s penis?”

“Well of course,” I sputtered, not liking where this was going.

“It’s not as though you would divorce me just for grabbing another man’s equipment,” coaxed Sarah, examining me shrewdly.

“Divorce? Of course not.  Don’t be ridiculous,” I chuckled awkwardly.  “It’s just, you know, it’s upsetting.”

“It upsets you to watch us making each other happy?” asked my wife pointedly.  “I mean, how does it hurt you if Tom and I give each other a little pleasure?”  She reached out boldly and grabbed Tom’s bulge again.  “I like how hard Tom’s penis is.  It’s making me excited.”

“Sarah, you are drunk, darling,” I said.  “Maybe we should ask Tom to go.”

“I don’t want to cause any problems, but I don’t want to go either,” said Tom simply.  He looked at Sarah and not at me.  “Maybe we should take this into the bedroom.”

“I agree,” agreed Sarah.  She climbed unsteadily to her feet and hauled Tom up using both hands.

“Erm, the bedroom?” I asked incredulously.  Sarah took Tom by the hand and lead him down the hall toward our bedroom.

I sat there in a daze for a moment, unable to believe what was happening.  My wife and her guy friend were getting ready to go get it on in our bedroom as though it were a perfectly harmless.  Just two people pleasuring each other.  Why would her husband object to that?

“Honey, come on!” called Sarah from the other room.  “Aren’t you joining us?”

I snapped to my senses and climbed out of my chair stiffly.  “This is fucking ludicrous, Sarah,” I called, my knees creaking from sitting still for so long as I hurried down the hall.  When I got to the bedroom, I found Sarah and Tom already half-undressed.  The bedroom was dark except for a slim beam of light that escaped from the closet, the door slightly ajar.  As my eyes adjusted I could see my wife in the dim light standing in her bra and panties.  Tom already had his shirt and pants off and was standing in his boxers.  His stiff penis formed a lewd bulge in his shorts.  “Jesus fuck, Sarah.  What are you doing?” I gasped.

“You don’t need to get so upset, dear,” she said soothingly as she took off her bra and unfettered her lovely breasts.

“Wow,” said Tom, gazing at my wife’s bare breasts.

“Do you like them?” asked Sarah bashfully, pinching her nipples to make them hard for Tom.

“Sarah, you can’t just take your top off in front of another man like this,” I said, struggling to find the right words.

“I know this must be making you jealous, dear,” she said sympathetically.  “But look how excited Tom is.”  She bent over and yanked Tom’s underwear down, freeing his stiff boner which popped out and stood proudly at attention.

“Yeah, I don’t think he’s going to be really sympathetic to that,” mumbled Tom, eying my wife’s body.  “Take your panties off and get on the bed.”

“Ok,” agreed Sarah.  She slid her panties off, exposed her bush for him and climbing onto the bed.

“Sarah, what the hell?” I asked, standing by impotently while Tom climbed up onto the bed next to my wife and started sucking on one of her nipples.

Sarah gasped with pleasure and reached down to yank Tom’s dick.

“What did you say, dear?” she asked me.

“Look at you,” I said, gesturing helplessly as my wife gave Tom a handjob and he sucked on her tits.  “You guys are practically fucking over there.”

“Just let us try something,” she said.  A thrill ran through me as I watched my wife throw back her head back while Tom slipped his hand between her legs and started fingering her clitoris.  

“Tom, are you really going to finger my wife like this right in front of me?” I demanded.  I felt as though I should intervene somehow, but I didn’t know what to do. Should I grab Tom and pull him off my wife?  That seemed sort of extreme somehow.

“Hold on, dear, hold that thought,” grunted my wife as she bent down and started sucking Tom’s dick lustily.  

He looked me in the eye and sighed with satisfaction while my wife’ head bobbed up and down on his cock.  “Let us do our thing, John.  Just go with it.”

“Go with it, Tom?   Go with it?  What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I asked, waving my arms feebly.

Sarah unfastened her mouth from Tom’s erect penis and rolled over onto her stomach.  She looked up at me innocently as she lifted her ass and offered her pussy to Tom.  “Is it OK if Tom fucks me a little?” she asked, her voice raspy with arousal.

“A little? A little?” I demanded pacing back and forth.  My own prick stiff as a board in my pants as Tom got on his knees behind my woman and lined his dick up with his cunt.  “How do you fuck ‘just a little?’”

“Here, I’ll show you,” said Tom and he grabbed my wife’s hips and slowly eased his cock into her.  Sarah whimpered with pleasure.

“Oh yes, oh yes, that’s good,” she moaned.  “Don’t make us stop, now, John.  What’s done is done.  Try to understand.”

“I understand that I’m standing here watching my wife get fucked by another guy,” I said, feeling my dick swell painfully.  “I’m pretty sure that’s not something you are supposed to do.”

“I guess that’s true,” admitted Tom as he started humping my wife harder and harder and eliciting louder and louder grunts of pleasure from her.  “But sometime it’s good to be bad.”

“It’s definitely good to be bad, oh god,” gasped my wife.

“What’s the matter?” I asked my wife with concern.

“I’m just dicking her really good,” grunted Tom as he slammed his cock into my wife over and over again.

“I’m coming, I”m coming, hold my hand,” cried my wife, reaching out to me pleadingly.

“What?” I asked, taken aback,

“Hold my hand,” she begged, looking up at me plaintively, sweat flowing down her rosy cheeks.

“Oh shit,” I said, bending down and grabbing my wife’s outstretched hand as she ducked her head with Tom stabbing his cock in and out of her repeatedly.  “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”  Then I felt my wife shudder as she reach climax.

“Ah yeah, I felt that,” said Tom with satisfaction.  “My turn, my turn, look out John, stand back,” Tom pulled out of my wife, jumped from the bed and pushed me aside roughly.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I cried, nearly falling over in my drunken state.

“Blowing my wad, you fool,” he cursed, jerking in dick in my wife’s face while she opened her mouth obediently to receive his ejaculation.  I watched in sick fascination as Tom’s penis erupted with semen and spat forth glob after glob of sticky jizz into my wife’s waiting mouth and onto her rosy cheeks.

She giggled and latched her mouth onto his dong so she could finish him off.

“Nice, nice. That’s just wonderful,” I said when Tom pulled his dick out of my wife’s mouth gingerly.

“Oh, come on, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?” he asked, slapping me on the shoulder good naturedly as he looked around for his pants.

“I admit we got carried away,” said my wife, licking some of Tom’s spew from her chin.  “But it felt really good to get fucked by a different man after all these years.  You aren’t terribly hurt, are you darling?”

“I’m just numb right now, I don’t know how to feel,” I said.

“Hey, now, you should be happy for us,” said Tom as he finished dressing.  “At least we let you watch this time.”

“What do you mean, this time?” I asked, stunned.

“Oops, never mind.  See you later, Sarah,” and Tom rushed from the room.

“Sarah, what did he mean by ‘this time?’” I asked my wife.

“Oh, honey, that’s just, uh, a figure of speech,” said my wife, avoiding my gaze guiltily.

And I just looked at her in shock as the realization sank in slowly.

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NEW! Slut Wife, Happy Life: Naughty Wife Tales, also avaailabe as an audiobook.
Exhibitionist Wife Tales: 15 stories of wives cheating in public
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Wife Fucks Husband’s Rival at Company Party

By Gustav Jorgenson

Excerpted from “Slut Wife, Happy Life

I never liked these monthly birthday dinners that my company throws.  First of all, it seems like a waste of money to have these catered events every month.  And secondly, I spend ENOUGH time around my coworkers, I don’t want to have to see them after business hours.  Not to mention the fact that everyone always drinks too much and people are constantly making fools of themselves.  But the absolute worst thing about last month’s dinner was when my rival, Jake Steuben was seated at the same table with my wife Cathy and I.

Steuben or Stew as he insists on being called is one of those big, burly types who succeeds in the business world due to charisma and sheer aggression as opposed to those who have talent such as myself.  It absolutely infuriated me that such a numbskull got promoted to manager while I sat languishing with the measly title of “Team Lead.”

Of course Cathy was totally unsympathetic once she met Stew because he was such a charmer around women.

At one point, I was refusing to laugh at a joke that Stew had cracked about some recently deceased celebrity and my wife started teasing me about it.  She turned to the young Vietnamese woman Trinh from accounting who was also at the table.  “Trinh, I think Norman is jealous of Stew.  What do you think?”

“Of definitely.  Very jealous,” giggled Trinh, giving me a smile to take the edge off of her teasing.  “Stew is so much BIGGER than Norman.”

“He really is, isn’t it?” said my wife.  She turned to admire Stew’s physique as he expanded his broad chest proudly.

“It’s all hard work ladies,” said Stew with a smirk on his big strong jawed mug.  “Feel that.”  He offered my wife a bicep to examine.

My wife eagerly gripped Stew’s huge bulging muscle.  She wasn’t even able to get her two small white hands around it as she squeezed it in admiration.  “Oh my gosh, Norman.  He’s huge and hard,” my wife told me.  She was drunk at that point and had that shiny, devilish look she gets sometimes.

“Yeah, that’s wonderful,” I sighed.  I took another drink and slinked down in my seat.  The fact was, I always was thin and scrawny.  I always relied on my brains to get by in life and never paid much attention to physical fitness.  Weightlifting was for jocks and idiots in my mind.  Not to mention that I too lazy to go to the gym much.

“Dude, your wife likes how BIG and HARD I am,” Stew told me.  He was wagging his eyebrows at me as my wife clung resolutely to his massive bicep.

“What ELSE you got is big and hard, stew?” asked Trinh.  She and my wife broke out tittering nervously.  Trinh was normally such a quiet and reserved girl, I was shocked at her behavior.  But her red cheeks offered a clue.  She just couldn’t handle her liquor very well.

“I can’t show YOU, Trinh, I might get in trouble with HR,” said Stew.  “But I could show Cathy later.”  He gave me a lewd wink as my wife cackled with laughter.

“I’m game!” put in Cathy.  She just wouldn’t let go of Stew’s arm.  She leaned back and was practically swinging from it, but he just held it out perfectly straight, showing off his strength as my pretty wife dangled from his ape-like limb.

“Take pictures!” shouted Trinh to my wife gayly.

“Ok, yeah, that’s… that’s not cool,” I said weakly.  Stew and the two women just laughed at my embarrassment.  So I tried to stick up for myself a little bit.  “Muscles aren’t everything you know.  I mean, that’s why we have civilization and tools and whatnot.  We don’t need huge muscles like neanderthal’s anymore.”

“Dude, do you even lift?” joked Stew.

“Actually, darling, didn’t Stew get promoted to manager while you didn’t?” asked my wife.  She was growing more serious and she disengaged from Stew’s big arm so he could put his elbows on the table to hear my response.

“I don’t see what muscles have to do with it,” I said.

“Well, you know, I read this study that showed that the person most trusted during business meetings is the one that can lift the most weight,” my wife told me. One of my wife’s favorite conversational habits was to cite counterintuitive study results.

“IS that true?” asked Trinh in fascination.  She put her chin in her palm and gazed at Stew as though contemplating him in a new light.

“I believe it,” he said with a confident smirk as he took another drink of his whiskey.  “Weak guys just don’t make an impact.”

“Ugh!” I groaned.  I drank my wine and wished I was anywhere else in the world but there.

“So it looks like the laws of the wild still apply,” my wife told me.  “The dominant male rises to the top, even in the business world.”

“I like dominant men,” cooed Trinh.  She was staring at Stew with frank lust in her eyes at that point.

“Yeah, well I like woman, with, you know, more meat and potatoes,” said Stew.  He shot a look at my wife’s knockers.

“You like Cathy’s big boobs and big butt!” shouted Trinh with a laugh.  I shrank down further in mortification at people at the surrounding tables overheard her and looked over at us with knowing grins on their faces.

“Shush, Trinh,” I hissed.

‘It’s true though,” insisted Trinh drunkenly.  “Cathy has big boobs!  I’m jealous.”

“Ok, but try to keep it down a little,” I said, glancing furtively around.

“Everyone can see that your wife is stacked, Normie.  It’s no secret,” laughed Stew.

“I’m glad you noticed,” purred Cathy.  She was sauced up too and she jutted her chest out.  She had a low cut dress on and her white cleavage bulged out enticingly.  Stews eyes ran over my wife’s chest hungrily.

“Can we change the subject now?” I pleaded.

“What’s the matter?  Don’t you like talking about how dominant men get their choice of women?” asked my wife.  She was suppressing a smile, but it cut me when she said that.

“Is that what we are talking about?” I asked nervously.

“Of course,” said Trinh.  “Women get excited by big dominant guys.”

“Honey, you know, I don’t think you should be so jealous.  You are a real man too, you know,” my wife said consolingly.

“Wow, that’s so nice of you to say that,” I replied.  My wife shook her head, impatient with my sarcasm.

“I have an idea,” said Cathy with a sly grin.  “Why don’t you and Stew arm wrestle and whoever wins gets to have their way with me tonight?”

“What kind of stupid idea is that?” I squawked loudly.  Then I cringed as people all around looked over curiously.

“Man, he’s got no sense of humor, does he?” asked Stew shaking his head at me.  “Sad.”

“He knows you would win!” said Trinh excitedly.

“She’s just playing around,” said Stew dismissively.

“Sure, yes, it’s just for fun,” said Cathy.  She licked her lips and glanced indecisively between me as I slumped in shame and Stew with his head held high.

“Don’t be such a pussy, Normie, let’s do this,” offered Stew, and he leaned aggressively across the table,sweeping the plates out of the way and slamming his elbow down, offering his huge palm for me to grip.

“I mean, we know what the outcome will be,” I said.  Other people were watching with interest and whispering amongst themselves at the other tables.

“Well if you forfeit, that would make Stew the winner by default,” said my wife reasonably.  “And he will be able to sample my goods unopposed.  She traced her finger along the crease of her cleavage seductively and Trinh started giggling.

“Cathy!” I complained.  I wanted to get up and drag her out of there, but I also wanted to avoid even MORE of a scene.

“I’m just having a little fun,” grimaced my wife.  “Can’t you play along?”  

“Ahh,” I said.  I looked at Stew and he wagged both eyebrows at me as he sat there in position, waiting for me to arm wrestle him.

“Fate favors the brave,” coaxed my wife.  She patted me on the knee to encourage me.

I was really annoyed with my wife for trying to humiliate me like this, but there was no way out at this point, so I sighed with resignation and leaned forward to take Stew’s hand.  His grip crushed mine and I nearly called out in pain.  But then he pursed his lips and make a face of concern at me as he loosened his grasp.

“Ok, now GO!” shouted Trinh.

I wasn’t even going to try, but Stew just waited.  “Come on, Normie, you never know what you can do unless you try,” he said.  “Give it your best shot.”

I shook my head in frustration but gripped his hand more tightly and put all my strength into it, trying to force his arm down.  Stew gave a grunt of surprise and his arm folded down just inches from the table.  I gave a puff of amazement.  Had I caught him off guard?  How ironic would it be for me to beat the strong man by accident like this?

The girls gasped in shock as well.  “My god man!  You may be skinny, but you are wiry. What a grip!” panted Stew dramatically.

But I soon realized he was teasing me as I proved unable to budge his arm any further.  I even used both hands and tried to stand up and force his arm down.  But he just grinned at me while I struggled for a moment before violently wrenching his wrist over and pinning both my hands down to the table.  My entire body was jerked over and I nearly fell out of my chair.  The women applauded the brute’s victory over me and I heard titters of amusement from the other tables.  Stew shook his clenched palms above his head in celebration.

“And to the victor, goes the spoils,” said Stew.  He snaked an arm over to wrap around my wife’s waist and pulled her bodily over next to him, her chair scraping loudly on the floor as she gasped in surprise.

“Oh, yeah, I like this part,” purred Cathy as the big man crushed her to his side in his strong embrace.

“Ok, yeah, very funny,” I said.  I busied myself with straightening the table as my face burned with shame.

“What you going to do with her?” asked Trinh.  She was gazing at my wife trapped giggling in Stew’s embrace and obviously wished she was in my wife’s place.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe I will have a little of this,” said Stew.  He looked me right in the eye as she reached over and pinched one of my wife’s breasts.

My mouth went dry and I gulped in amazement as I watched the big bully fondling my wife’s boob right there at the company party.

“Omigosh, he’s grabbing your boobie!” laughed Trinh.  She was pointing at my wife and covering her own mouth.

“Hmm, I know, he’s very dominant,” said my wife with satisfaction.  She looked at me with a strange smile.  “Do you see what he’s doing, honey?”

“Yes, I mean, of course.  Stop that, you brute,” I stammered.

“Aww, what’s the matter, buddy?” he asked me.  His eyebrows were raised in the center as he feigned concern for my feelings, but he held my wife’s left tit in his palm as he said it.

“It’s natural for him to want to show his dominance by bedding me,” said my wife.  “It’s fun.  Sex should be fun and playful.  We are just acting out the laws of the wild.”

I was about to answer when I noticed our boss Adam waving to me and coming toward our table.  He had a big drunken grin on his face but it faded as he noticed what Stew was doing to my wife.  He paused in his tracks and stared for a moment before shaking his head abruptly and turning toward a different table.  He forced a smile back onto his face and shifted gears to greet a different group of folks.  My heart was beating a mile a minute at at that point.  This was going to be the talk of the office on Monday for sure.

“Oh wow, this is so kinky, it’s making me hot,” said Trinh.  She was fanning her face with her hand as she watched Stew squeezing my wife’s boobs.

Cathy tilted hier head back and watched Stew’s face as he groped her bososm.  “You like me, don’t you?” my wife asked Stew.

“I won you fair and square, I intend to use you to the fullest,” Stew told my wife with a grin. He gave me a lecherous grin as he pulled one of my wife’s breast out of her bra and started pinching the exposed nipple.

“Naughty, naughty,” laughed Trinh excitedly. I noticed with shock that the young accountant was touching herself under the table, and then I noticed my own stiff erection for the first time.  I must have been hard for the past ten minutes without realizing  it.  Somehow the sight of my wife being handled by my muscular rival was making me aroused.  How embarrassing.

“You can use my lips, too,” moaned Cathy, and my wife parted her soft pouty lips, offering them to Stew.  She gripped the back of his head passionately as his mouth locked with hers.  My hardon grew uncomfortably hard as I watched my wife kiss my nemesis while he tugged gently on the hard pink nipple poking out of the top of her dress.

But I gasped in shock when my wife went so far as to reach down between Stew’s legs and start squeezing his cock.

“Oh, she’s going for the dong,” said Trinh knowingly.

“Cathy!  Come on now, for chissake,” I blurted.  I pushed my own erection down under the table.

My wife broke off from kissing Stew and she looked at me blearily. “Oh come on, Norman.  Why does sex have to be so serious all the time?  Why can’t it be playful for once?”

“This is playful, Cathy?” I asked gesturing at Stew. “Him tweaking your bare nipple in front of everyone?”  I glanced around hesitantly, and sure enough, Cathy and Stew were getting plenty of stares from around the room.  People were whispering behind their hands to one another.

“Yes, Norman,” said Cathy as though explaining something to a child.  “This is PLAYFUL.  Stew proved he his more masculine than you.  So now I am playing the primate female, offering herself to the alpha male of the troop.”  Cathy unzipped Stew’s fly and pulled his stiff cock out of his pants.  He grunted in surprise and Trinh gasped, her mouth making  a cute O shape as she beheld the red swollen glans of Stew’s cock poking up just above the table top.

“Seriously, Cathy?” I said in exasperation.

My wife ignored me as she eagerly examined Stew’s unsheathed sword.  “Trinh look how big it is,” gushed my wife smitten wife.  She was tugging insistently on Stew’s cock and he pulled the entire front of her dress down, exposing both of her breasts fully so that he could fondle them better.

“Wow, you guys are really going at it,” commented Trinh.  Then she turned to me.  “This is so kinky, right?  Did you see how big and veiny Stew’s penis is?”

“I’m not really…ugh,” I stammered.  I was secretly wrestling with my boner under the table the whole time.  It was kinky, but I couldn’t admit it.

At this point, Stew’s pal Gartner came moseying over to the table.  “Uh, hi there gang.  Who’s your lovely companion there, Stew.  She’s really letting it all hang out I see.”  The tall blonde californian flashed his bright veneers for our inspection.

“Gartner, this is Cathy…. Norman’s wife,” grunted Stew.  He was distracted by my wife’s vigorous handjob as she jerked his wang without pause, even while Gartner joined us.

“Hello Gartner,” said my wife, offering her free hand to the newcomer to shake.

He looked at my wife’s bared breasts with interest as he shook her hand gently.

“Dude,is your wife jerking Stew’s meat?” Gartner asked me with a broad grin.  ‘That’s so gnarly.”

“Stew and I are just getting to know one another a little better,” insisted my wife.  She gave Stew’s cock and extra hard yank while his hands roved freely over her naked breasts.

“Ok, you bitch,” Stew panted.  “Enough of that, you’ve got to suck this thing.”  Stew’s face was beet red as he thrust his hips upward, impatient to feel my wife’s mouth wrapped around his cock.

“Oh, I’m jealous,” pouted Trinh.  “I want to suck it too.”

“You’re such a slut, Trinh.  I always knew you were a freak,” Gartner commented over the rim of his glass.

“Get down there and suck my balls then,” commanded Stew.  “Let Cathy suck the head, you suck the balls.”

I wasn’t too surprised when Trinh disappeared, sliding lithely under the table to start servicing Stew’s testicles.  And I watched in a mix of despair, shame, and arousal as my wife looked me in the eye while she lowered her head into Stew’s lap and took the head of his penis into her soft red mouth.  She made eyes at me as she sucked Stew’s cock and I rubbed myself hard under the table as I watched.

“You people are going to be the talk of the water cooler for weeks to come,” laughed Gartner good naturedly.

“Ahh, ahh, your wife sure likes my cock there, Norman,” Stew said.  “Did you notice that?”

“Don’t rub it in, asshole,” I spat back bitterly.

“Yeah?  Hey Cathy, hand me your panties, will you?” asked Stew.  He was wriggling uncontrollably as my wife and Trinh went to town on his junk.  People at other tables were starting to point now and some were laughing outloud.  I shrank down in my seat in mortification as my wife slipped her panties off and gave them to Stew.  She never took her mouth off his cock or broke eye contact with me the entire time.

Stew handed me my wife’s panties over the table.  “Is this rubbing it in too much, old man?” he asked with an arched brow.

“Too cold, my man, too cold,” laughed Gartner.

“Oh my, ok, I’m sorry, dear,” my wife told me.  Her cheeks and nose were flushed a bright red and her mouth pouted open sensuously.  “I need to take the dominant male’s superior prick inside me now.”  She hiked the hem of her dress up until it was bunched up around her waist, then she swung her leg over Stews lap so that she was straddling him.  Trinh’s head appeared above the table again.

“”Oh my god, he’s entering me, Trinh,” my wife told her. She rolled her eyes back in her head.  “Oh god, he’s big.”

“Big and hard, right?” asked Trinh, her eyes bright with lust.

“This is so freaky, dude,” Gartner told me excitedly.  He was wrestling with a visible boner in his pocket.

I had my fly down at this point and was jerking myself under the table as I watched my wife pull the hem of her dress down modestly so it hid the fact that she was being violated by Stew’s dagger.

“Oh, honey, he’s going really deep into me, much deeper than you ever did,” my wife moaned at me.  Her eyebrows arched maddeningly as she made faces of passion at me.

“This is playful?” I gasped.  My pits were soaked and I was masturbating fiercely as I watched my wife bouncing up and down on Stew’s prong.

“Oh you fucking, slut, I’ll show you who’s boss,” shouted Stew.  He grasped my wife’s waist in both his big hands and he started jamming her forcefully up and down on his cock.  Basically he was masturbating himself with my wife’s entire body.  Or really her pussy I guess.

“Oh, oh, you are so ROUGH!” called my wife. I watched in fascination as her face changed and then her body shuddered.  She threw her head back and was shaking for a minute or so in the throes of climax while Stew jacked her up and down on his member nonstop.

“That’s it, that’s it, slut.  I’m cumming up inside your fucking slut wife, Norman,” he crowed in triumph.  “How you like me now, bitch?”

“You’re a dick, Stew,” I said simply, but it made me cum under the table to hear him bragging about emptying his seed inside my woman.  I know, I’m sick.  But that’s how it worked.

Cathy was slumped  down onto the table when  Stew lifter her gingerly off of his spent cock and set her down beside him again.

“Oh wow, that was literally the best sex I’ve ever had in my life,” my wife told me, her eyes shiny with lust.  “I think I’m in love.”

“Sorry, babe, but I’m more the love ‘em and leave ‘em type,” said Stew.  He zipped up hurriedly and jumped up to join Gartner who gave him and enthusiastic high five.

“Drinks on me, my man.  That was fucking EPIC,” shouted Gartner.  He and Stew headed off to the bar.

I looked around sheepishly and discovered that half the company had witnessed my wife getting owned by Stew’s big dick and I quickly wiped my limp dick clean with my napkin and tucked it back inside my pants.

“Uh, I think we should go now,” I told my wife.  I jumped up and helped to her her feet.

“Cathy,” shouted Trinh loudly, holding up my wife’s knickers for all to see.  “Don’t forget these!”

I dodged back quickly and snatched the underwear from Trinh’s hand as the crowd broke out in laughter.

I never really lived that evening down.  Especially once Cathy got into the habit of visiting Stew for lunch and fucking him in the cafeteria in front of all my coworkers.

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Wife Enjoys Nude Sunbathing in Public

By Gustav Jorgenson

Excerpted from “Wives Cheating, Husband Watching Vol.2

Bob and his wife Dorothy head down to the park one weekend to sit and read and get some sun. It was a beautiful summer day and the park was crowded with families and couples walking about and playing on the lawn.

“Honey, let’s go find a secluded spot. I might want to take my top off and really soak up the sun,” said Dorothy with an impish smile.

“Come on now, you can’t do that here, it’s too crowded. Look around,” laughed Bob. He was very familiar with his wife’s penchant for outdoor nudity, but she normally restricted this behavior to remote or private places with no people around.

“But look how beautiful it is out here, I can’t be all covered up on a day like this,” she whined playfully.

“Look, you’ve got your bikini on under your clothes,” said Bob reasonably. “We can strip down to our bathing suits like just like we planned.”

“You know I’ll get tan lines and everything,” muttered Dorothy searching for a spot to sit. “Just humor me, I am sure we can find an out-of-the-way place.”

“This park isn’t very big…” said Bob nervously.

The couple walked to the edge of the park where it bordered some woods on private land and they found a little clearing that is set back from the footpath that encircles the park.

“This is fine,” said Dorothy happily. She throws down her bag and starts spreading the blanket about 20 feet from the path partially screened by some low bushes.

“It is nice and sunny here,” agreed Bob. “But there is no way you could strip here. You’ll be clearly visible from the path.”

“Well, there are these bushes,” said Dorothy with a half-hearted smile, gestures at some low shrubs.

“Come on, those don’t offer any privacy,” countered Bob. “Just skip the naked sunbathing idea for today, OK?”

“Alright dear, whatever you say,” agreed Dorothy reluctantly. She casually pulled off her t-shirt and shorts while Bob stood admiring her gorgeous hourglass figure as she stood in her bikini.

“I don’t blame you for wanting to show off that body,” he growled flirtatiously, grabbing her by her soft white hips.

“Stop it,” she laughed, giving him a quick kiss and then pushing him away. “No PDA please.”

While Bob stripped down to his swimming trunks, Dorothy unpacked their snacks and pulled out their novels. They settle down and are soon engrossed in their reading. It’s a wonderful spot. A cool breeze blows out of the woods and they are far enough from the center of the park to not be disturbed by the raucous laughter of the children playing there. Few people passed by their little clearing and pretty soon Dorothy get emboldened.

“Honey, will you run back to the car and get the other thermos? I want some iced tea,” she asked sweetly.

“No problem, dear,” said Bob and he gallantly jumped up to go fetch his wife some tea.

As soon as he is out of sight, Dorothy looked around cautiously. No one was on the path so she slipped off her top and wriggled out of her bikini bottom. She breathed a sigh of relief as her large breasts swung free and the cool breeze stiffens her pink nipples. She scratched at her bush distractedly, enjoying the unique feeling of freedom she experienced being nude outdoors.

“Now this is the way to enjoy a beautiful day,” she sighed to herself. She knew her husband would be miffed when he got back, but she liked being naughty sometimes.

By the time Bob returned, Dorothy was already engrossed in her book again.

“Christ Dorothy,” he exclaimed as he approached on the path. “Anyone passing by could see you perfectly well from the path here.” He stood there, themos in hand, shaking his head. The sight of his wife boldly displaying her lovely body made his penis stiffen with lust. He eyed her large round breasts with their erect pink nipples hungrily as he approached.

“I don’t think anyone will say anything,” she said with a wicked smile.

“Well, any guys that pass by certainly won’t complain,” admitted Bob, adjusting his erection.

“Jeez, look at you,” laughed Dorothy, grabbing the bulge in Bob’s shorts. “You like it when I act a little slutty.”

“Ha, maybe I do,” he agreed amicably, flopping down next to her. “But I will be embarrassed as hell when the next passersby come along.” He paused, contemplating his wife’s shapely bare thighs and slightly unruly snatch. “Won’t you be mortified if someone sees you?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted, scrunching up her nose cutely. “I think I will just sit here reading as though it’s the most natural thing in the world. Folks might take a peek, but I’ll bet they will just keep on walking.”

“Ok, that’ what I’m going to do then,” says Bob. “But if the police come, I don’t know you.”

“Thanks alot Sir Galahad,” laughed his wife.

The first people to pass by were an elderly couple. A man and woman were walking slowly together and enjoying the day. Bob glanced up furtively then back down to his book again. His heart start pounding with anxiety and he wriggled with embarrassment. He glanced up again to see the old man staring open mouthed at Bob’s nubile wife. Then the old woman took notice. Bob quickly averted his eyes and felt a horrible urge to jump up and run away when he was surprised to hear the old couple break out laughing. They just shook their heads and chuckled as they walked slowly on their way.

Bob looked over at his wife who kept her eyes glued to her book the whole time but was blushing madly. “See,” she croaked nervously. “No big deal.”

Bob relaxed after that incident and found himself enjoying the weather and his tea as he sat reading and chatting with his wife. A couple of lone joggers passed without taking any notice of Dorothy at all. But then a group of fraternity boys in hurley t-shirts with backward baseball caps came sauntering along the path, and they stopped in their tracks when they saw Dorothy. They starting pointing at her naked body and hooting with excitement.

“Oh shit,” muttered Bob. “Just put a blanket over yourself, will you?”

“Fuck, I hate to cave in to a bunch of assholes like that,” said Dorothy through gritted teeth. “I’m not going to let them push me around.”

“Push you around?” sputtered Bob. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ll show those fuckers,” whispered Dorothy. Then she lifted her head up from her book and waved to the frat boys. “Hello boys, enjoying the view?” she shouted boldly.

Bob had to admit that was a gutsy move and the frat boys did shut up for a moment, completely taken aback by Dorothy’s audacity. But then, one especially cocky looking jerk wearing his sunglasses backward on his head squared his shoulders, fixed a grin on his face, and strode right over to Bob and Dorothy’s blanket. His friends exchanged nervous glances and followed hesitantly.

“Wassup,” said the frat boy nodding to Bob and Dorothy and then gazing down unabashedly at Dorothy’s bare boobs. “Nice rack.” His friends broke out giggling behind him.

“Uh, yeah, thanks… I guess,” said Dorothy with distaste. All the guys were staring at her body, but she just sat up straight and let them look. She kept her arms to her sides and refrained from the urge to cover her nipples and her crotch. “Hey you know what would be cool? It would be cool if you guys could chill out and leave me alone,” she said boldly.

Bob tried to square his shoulders and seem authoritative, but it was hard when he was sitting next to his naked wife while she told off a group of meatheads.

“Oh yeah, like, we’re so sorry,” said the leader furrowing his brow in mock contrition. “You have every right to hang out totally naked with that smokin’ body without being harassed.” The way he emphasized “smokin” made Bob grit his teeth in anger. “But you know what? I think everyone should be allowed to hang out naked. In fact, to show there is no hard feelings, I will join you.” With that the guy pulled his shorts right down and his erect penis came popping up, pointing directly at Dorothy’s face. His friends all broke out laughing in amazement at this.

“Jesus Christ,” shouted Bob, jumping to his feet. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

“Easy, bro, easy,” said the jock stepping a bit closer to Dorothy so that his swollen cock was just a foot from her face. “If she can hang out naked, I can too.” He started stroking his dick as he said that. Bob noticed with discomfort that Dorothy was gazing with fascination at the purple head of the penis bobbing just in front of her mouth. She started touching her nipples distractedly as she contemplated this young guy stroking his cock right in front of her.

“Oh man, look at her, she’s playing with her titties,” snickered one of the frat boys.

“Now who’s enjoying the view, baby?” asked the leader, noticing the interest the Dorothy was taking in his cock.

Dorothy blushed deeply and pulled her hands away from her nipples. “Eh, it’s a dick, no big deal,” she teased shrugging her shoulders. The frat boys laughed at the way Dorothy emphasized “big.” Even the leader had a chuckle at that, but he kept his cock directed at Bob’s wife’s face and he kept stroking his rod.

“Come on honey, let’s get out of here,” said Bob nervously.

“I’m not going to go anywhere,” said Dorothy decisively but she never took her eyes off the cock in front of her face. “I’m not going to be driven out of this spot by these asshats.” The frat boys laughed with delight at being called “asshats.”

“I like her, she’s feisty,” said the leader to Bob while he jerked his thing in front of his wife’s face. He stood another step forward and practically stuck it in her eye with his rod, but she reached up instinctively and pushed it away.

He gasped with shock, “How dare you touch my penis!”

“Keep that thing away from me,” said Dorothy. She was breathing heavily now and Bob would swear that she was actually aroused by this situation.

“I’m sorry,” he responded softly. “You seemed so interested in it…”

Bob strode forward and pushed the leader backward interceding between the leader and his wife. “Get the fuck out of here,” he demanded hotly, holding his fists up.

“Honey, just relax,” said Dorothy sharply. Then in a softer tone, “It’s a free country, they can do what they want. I am just going to lay here and ignore them.” Then she leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs slightly, exposing her bush to the group suggestively.

“Uh, what?” said Bob, distracted by the sight of his wife’s gorgeous body spread out for the whole group to enjoy.

“Yeah, sit down, honey,” said the leader. “She’s right. Nothing to get worked up about.”

Bob was torn. He knew how stubborn Dorothy could be. He was afraid to argue with her in front of these guys. He felt that would be a sign of weakness. So he had no choice but to play along with Dorothy’s lead.

“Ok, no problem,” snapped Bob. He backed away from the confrontation and sat down next to his wife. His mouth was dry, so he poured himself a cup of tea.

“Can I have more tea, too, dear?” asks his wife casually, ignoring the group of frat boys standing several feet away.

“Aren’t you going to offer us any?” asked the leader with a hurt expression, cautiously drawing a bit closer to Dorothy.

“Oh are you still here?” drawled Dorothy with a bored expression. She looked down at his cock, hanging limp between his legs from the clash with her husband. “Ha, what happened to your big purple cock? Doesn’t look like much now.”

But his cock responded to her attention almost immediately and began noticeably swelling as it filled with blood.

“It knows your talking about it,” said the leader smugly coming over to stand before Dorothy. Bob didn’t like how close he was standing or the way the big frat boy gazed down hungrily at his wife’s exposed beaver. Dorothy’s eyes widened in surprise at the leader’s cock rose up into a stiff erection before as she looked on. “Yeah, you like that?” he asked confidently. “Your body made that happen.” He started stroking his meat again as he stood over her naked body.

“You like to play with yourself in public, huh?” responded Dorothy laconically, gazing at the frat boy’s cock which had quickly regained it’s purplish hue.

“Hey, if a sexy lady spreads her legs for me, I will jerk it wherever… in the park… in church… wherever.” He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as his buddies broke out laughing. Dorothy couldn’t help herself and laughed along with them while Bob sat gritting his teeth in anger and jealousy.

“You would do me in church huh?” asked Dorothy with a smile, nudging her pelvis upward for emphasis.

The frat boys broke out in further raucous laughter at her little pelvic thrust and Bob’s face was burning with humiliation. She seemed to actually be flirting with this asshole now and he had no idea how to stop her. If he chastised her, she would probably resist him and the frat boys would mock him. So he just sat and drank his tea in frustration.

“Dude, did you see that little groin move she made?” said one of the leader’s sidekicks. “She’s into you.”

“I would definitely fuck you wherever you let me,” said the leader looking Bob’s wife up and down. “You have got a hot motherfucking body… and I like the way you dress.”

Everyone laughed at that, including Dorothy. Even Bob had to struggle to keep a straight face.

“Yeah, the way I dress,” said Dorothy softly. “That was clever, actually.” Bob’s guts twisted with angst as she looked up at the frat boy with amusement in her eyes. “But I can’t let you do me, I’m a married woman,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

“But what if your husband went along with it?” asked the frat boy, waggling his eyebrows at Bob lewdly.

“Of course I would never go along with it!” squeaked Bob in indignation and the frat boys all laughed at the way his voice cracked from the stress. Bob’s face burned bright red from the humiliation.

The leader just pursed his lips judiciously. “Now don’t rush into a decision, my man,” he said, wrinkling his brow. “I mean you let your wife take her clothes off in a public park, now didn’t you?”

Bob said nothing and just glared up at the frat boy who desisted from jerking himself and just waved his phallus back and forth as he started pacing back and forth above Bob’s wife as she lay spread out before him. Bob was mortified to see Dorothy’s eyes fixed on that stiff prick the entire time. She had a little smile on her face and her tongue was poking out slightly between her teeth, which Bob knew was a sign of intense interest in his wife.

“What were you thinking when she pulled her top off and those amazing orbs came popping out? Of course any red blooded guy who laid eyes on those bad boys would need to come over here and investigate.” He gestured reasonably to his buddies and they acknowledged his point. “Next, I would like you consider the intense interest your wife has shown in my humble johnson. You might have noticed that she can’t seem to pull her eyes away from my cock. I think it would be terribly selfish of you to deprive your woman of the pleasure my penis will bring to her.”

Dorothy laughed out loud with delight at this, “You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she said looking up at him with a lascivious smile and spreading her legs a bit more. She cupped her breasts in her hands and started unconsciously toying with her nipples again.

“Dude, I think she just spread her twat a little more for you,” laughed one of the frat boys in surprise.

“She playing with her titties again too,” chimed in another.

Dorothy just shot them a dismissive smirk before returning her attention to the leader who stood waving his cock above her.

“It’s true, buddy, your wife clearly wants me to sink my meat into her. Be a sport and give us a few minutes alone, will you?” said the frat boy earnestly.

“Honey, let’s get out of here,” said Bob jumping to his feet decisively.

“Oh Bob, why are you letting these guys get your goat?” pouted Dorothy cutely. “Can’t you see that they are just excitable young guys who haven’t seen too many naked women before?”

“Come on, Dorothy. This has gone far enough, we are getting out here right now,” demanded Bob, going out on a limb.

But Dorothy just looked up at him with her inner eyebrows arched skeptically. “If you want to go, feel free. But I am going to lay right here and enjoy the sun. frat boys or no frat boys,” said Dorothy firmly. “Of course, I want you to stay,” she added quickly when she saw Bob’s face turn white.

Bob couldn’t believe that she was doing this to him. He had no idea what had gotten into her. Dorothy didn’t know herself. She hated to admit it, but she was incredibly turned on by this brash douchebag of a frat boy. She wondered what that stiff purple penis would feel like plunging into her cunt while his buddies looked on. She was sure that she was soaking wet by now.

Bob was very afraid that if he left now, the frat boy would just climb onto his wife and start fucking her right there in the park. So he swallowed his pride and sat back down by her side. Meanwhile, the frat boy kneeled down on the other side of Dorothy with his knees practically touching her side and his cock hovering above her belly button.

“Do you mind if I kneel over here?” he asked politely, looking down into Dorothy’s eyes.

“It’s a free country,” she responded breathily, gazing back into his eyes with frank lust.

Bob wriggled uncomfortably at this exchange but could think of nothing to say.

“You know, your skin in incredibly nice,” said the frat boy, putting his hand casually on Dorothy’s belly. She gasped in response but didn’t object. Bob said frozen with indecision. “It’s so soft,” said the jerk running his rough calloused hand lightly over Dorothy’s stomach.

“Thank you,” she gasped, barely able to breathe from excitement. Her pelvis thrust upward against reflexively and she had the intense desire for him to put his fingers inside her. The frat boys gathered more closely around to get a better view and Bob noticed one of them unzip his own fly to start jerking himself as he watched. The situation had clearly escalated out of control and he had no idea how to stop it short of dragging his wife physically away, and even that probably wouldn’t work at this point.

“I don’t want you to touch my wife,” said Bob suddenly. Dorothy looked over at him with concern, but the frat boy just kept rubbing her belly.

“Don’t be selfish, Bob,” he said in an infuriatingly familiar tone. “Besides, I notice that your wife isn’t objecting. You don’t want me to stop, do you darling?” He looked down into Dorothy’s eyes with a imploring tenderness that Bob found surprising.

“I… I guess it’s OK…” said Dorothy in small voice, looking at her husband with concern.

“Yeah, sure it is. Perfectly harmless,” said the leader soothingly as he started making wider and wider circles with his hand until he was alternately brushing the top of Dorothy’s public hair and the bottom of her breasts. Bob noticed Dorothy’s belly quivering with excitement and her eyes were locked with the douchebag’s. The frat boy’s penis started giving little spasms of excitement as as he felt up her naked body.

Dorothy looked down at it and made a little “O” of surprise with her mouth. “Your thing is hopping…” she said thickly.

“It’s cause your tits are so fucking big,” he said as he brazenly gripped a boob in each hand.

“Cut the shit,” squawked Bob helplessly as the frat boy started kneading Dorothy’s boobs in his hands and pinching her nipples.

“Take it easy, Bob, everything is going to be ok,” said the frat boy in a friendly tone. “You can’t blame me for going after these titties now, can you? Look at these things.” He squeezed Dorothy’s tits and pointed the nipples at Bob playfully. She giggled in spite of herself and reached down to grab hold of the frat boy’s purple cock.

“Ah fuck, atta girl,” he gasped with pleasure. “I thought you would never cave in and grab that thing.”

“Oh you like that?” she purred sexily as she started pulling on his swollen member.

“Dorothy!” exclaimed Bob in shock. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I don’t know, honey,” she said apologetically, tugging away on this other guy’s cock the entire time. “I just … Jesus, he’s as hard as a fucking rock. And it’s purple for Christ’s sake! I mean, who has a fucking purple penis?” She laughed weakly, averting her eyes from the stunned expression on her husband’s face, as she continued to work the frat boy’s tool.

The frat boys laughed raucously and crowded in closer. “This is awesome!” muttered the guy who was jerking himself as he watched.

The leader looked over at Bob and said, “Pardon me, Bob.” and he swung a leg over Dorothy so that he was straddling her with is cock in her face. She just broke out laughing hysterically.

“Oh my God, you are really going for it!” she exclaimed happily.

“Care to suck a purple penis?” he asked casually as he reached behind him and started exploring her twat with is fingers. Bob looked on in dismay as his wife hungrily thrust her hips upward in response to the frat boy’s fingering and simultaneously took his cock into her mouth and started sucking it urgently.

“Man, look at your wife going to town on Joey’s rod, Bob,” said one of the frat boys with a laugh. “It’s like she hasn’t had a dick in ages.”

“Shut the fuck up,” said Bob numbly as he looked on in shock.

“Ok, that’s enough honey,” said Joey pulling his thing away.

Dorothy gripped it and didn’t want to let go. “I want more,” she pleaded. Her eyes shining with lust.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to put it in you now,” he said tenderly. The frat boy turned and gave Bob a cocky smirk as Bob sat staring open mouthed at the site of his wife refusing to let go of this douchebag’s penis. Then the frat boy deftly squat-thrusted into a missionary position and dropped down between Bob’s wife’s legs. He grabbed his dick and nudged the head gently between Dorothy’s labia, moving it up and down her slit to get it lubricated. “She’s real wet,” he told Bob confidentially.

“Don’t tease,” whined Dorothy, her cheeks flushed and eyes burning with lust. “Put it in me,” she begged, avoiding her husband’s glare guiltily.
The cocky frat boy thrust his hips down, smoothing plunging his stiff prick into Dorothy’s hot sodden snatch. She gasped with pleasure and wrapped her arms around his back eagerly.

“See, you like that, don’t you?” he asked her.

“Yeah, it’s real hard,” she admitted, her wits dulled by lust.

“Take that!” he grunted as he started pumping his thing in and out of Bob’s wife. She clung to him making little whimpering sounds of passion. He turned to Bob and panted, “Oh man, your wife’s pussy is so fucking tight, it’s awesome!” Bob couldn’t take any more and jumped up. Bob was about to give the frat boy a kick, but one of his buddies intervened.

“Hey, I know how you must feel,” said the frat boy sidekick interposing himself between Bob and the fornicating couple. He continued in a surprisingly compassionate tone. “But you should just let him do her at this point. Look how into it she is.”

Bob paced back and forth in frustration as the leader drilled his wife on the blanket they laid out just an hour before. A group of teenagers was gathered on the path watching in fascination. Suddenly Bob’s wife cried out in ecstasy as she entered the throes of climax. Bob looked over to see the frat boy pull out and spill load after load of hot sperm all over her soft white belly. She jerked his cock to help him finish and looked over at Bob with an apologetic expression. ”Sorry honey,” she said to Bob with chagrin.

Just then the guy jerking off while he watched knelt down by her side and shot a load right into her face.

“Jesus christ!” she said, punching him in the gut angrily. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The guy fell back on his ass laughing. “What? Are you going to get all picky now? You just fucked my buddy without even knowing his name.”

“I didn’t know his name, but he had the balls to whip his junk out and take control of the situation. You’re just a fucking peanut in the gallery, jerking your pud,” she replied angrily wiping his cum from her face. “I don’t want your fucking jizz on me.”

All the frat boys laughed uproariously at this and the leader got up and gave his buddy a swift kick in the ribs. “She told you off, Patterson. That was epic. I love this lady.” He went and found his shorts and pulled them on. “Ok, we are out of here,” said, bending down to give Dorothy a kiss on the cheek. “See you later gorgeous, thanks for the shag. You were amazing.”

“You too, purple penis man,” said Dorothy with a laugh.

Joey turned to Bob and held out his hand, “Hey, no hard feelings, huh, bro?”

Bob just slapped his hand away in anger and turned his back on him. Joey shrugged his shoulders and helped Patterson to his feet.

“That kick really hurt, bro,” complained Patterson.

Joey just punched him in the arm as hard as he could in response.

“Ow, what was that for?” yelped Patterson.

“That’s for taking liberties with my woman,” said Joey with a laugh as the group walked away. Bob gritted his teeth in anger that this douchebag was calling Dorothy “his woman.”

Just at that moment a policeman pushed through the crowd of teenagers and strode casually over to where Dorothy was laying, naked and covered in cum.

“Hello, officer,” she said sardonically. “Can we help you?”

“You can help everyone by putting some clothes on. I’m going to have to take you two in for public indecency,” said the policeman shaking his head sternly.

“Oh, I don’t know her officer, I was just passing by,” said Bob thinking quickly. As he walked away he heard Dorothy screeched in complaint behind him. He only felt a little guilty about it. Maybe she deserved a night in jail for cheating on him like that.

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Wife Confronts Thugs on the Corner in her Lingerie

By Gustav Jorgenson

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

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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