Wife Just Likes to Be Naked Around Husband’s Friends

by Gustav Jorgenson

Excerpted from: “What’s My Wife Doing with that Guy?

My wife has always been the kind of person who hates wearing clothes if she doesn’t have to.  She’s always walking around the house naked.  I felt that her exhibitionism was sort of a turn on, but sometimes I complained, like when she paraded around nude with the drapes open while the Mexican landscapers were working on the yard.  We had quite an argument about that when I came home from work one day and found the workers neglecting the bushes in the yard as they peered through our livingroom window at my wife’s exposed bush as she sauntered around in plain view inside.  But she just laughed me off when I complained and said “Oh, let them get their jollies if they want.  What do I care?  They work hard, they deserve to take a break now and then.”  I guess she just likes the attention.

So I shouldn’t have been too surprised when I found my wife naked in the living room watching television just moments before my buddies were supposed to arrive to watch the game on TV.

“Jesus, Julia, the guys are going to be here any minute, can’t you go throw something on?” I pleaded.  I looked at my watch with trepidation.

“Why do I always have to bend over backwards for your buddies when they come over?” she complained with a pout, sticking her hands between her knees in that cute way which made her big white boobs just out invitingly.

“No one’s asking you to bend over backwards, you just need to get dressed,” I said, gazing distractedly at my wife’s hard pink nipples.  She was naked all the time, but I never got tired of seeing her gorgeous body.

“I don’t feel like getting dressed,” she whined, sticking out her lower lip.

“Christ, are you drunk, or what?” I asked, noticing her empty glass and bottle of wine on the side table.  “You can’t hang around naked in front of my pals.”

“I’m not that drunk,” she insisted, but her cheeks did seem more rosy than normal.  “And why can’t I hang out naked in my own damn house.  It’s a free country!”

“What, do you want all my friends to see you naked?” I asked, feeling oddly aroused at the thought.

“Oh, well, it wouldn’t be the first time.  Christ practically everyone has seen me naked over the years.  Remember Susie’s pool party?”

“Yeah, I remember, but that was just a quick flash when you streaked from the pool back to the house.  That’s not like this, sitting around for hours while all my pals get sauced up and ogle your body.”

“Look at you!  You’re getting excited by the very thought of it,” laughed my wife pointing a finger at me. “Besides, everyone’s going to be watching the game.  I might have nice tits, but this is the playoffs, after all.”

Just then the doorbell rang and I sighed with exasperation.  “Look, they are here now!  Why are you being like this?”  I demanded.

“Because I’m a kinky little wife, aren’t I?  And you know you love me for it,” she said, casually spreading her legs and giving me a nice view of her neatly trimmed snatch.  “I can’t wait to see the looks on their faces,” she giggled.

“Oh fuck,” I hissed as I strode to the front door.  As kinky and exciting as the idea seemed to me, I didn’t really have the guts to go through with it.   I didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of all my friends.  I pulled open the door and found my pals Thomas, Richard, and Harold on my doorstep.  They smiled at me and practically bowled me over as they tried to push their way inside, but I didn’t budge and blocked the doorway.  “We have a problem, guys.”

“Don’t worry, we brought more beer,” said Thomas, holding up a case of Trumer Pils.

“No, you see, Julia’s being stubborn and won’t put her clothes on,” I explained.  “We can’t watch the game here.”

“But you have the best TV and besides, we don’t have time to go somewhere else, the game’s gonna start in 5 minutes,” said Richard tapping his wrist.

“Didn’t she know we were coming over?” asked Harold with confusion.

“No, she knew, I told her,” I said looking over my shoulder at my wife on the couch.

“Oh, for chrissake, let them in, honey,” called Julia.  “Don’t be such a prude about it.”

“Uh, what do you mean, she wants us to come in and see her naked?” asked Thomas, glancing over at Richard with a nervous laugh.

“Oh man, that Julia,” laughed Richard.  “Remember Susie’s pool party?”

“I know, I know, she’s really fun at parties, but this is going a bit far, fellas,” I said as my pals shifted impatiently on the doorstep.  “I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”

“If she doesn’t want to put clothes on, maybe we can ask her to go in the other room?” suggested Harold lamely.

Suddenly my wife appeared behind me, completely naked with a big grin on her face.  Her boobs were still bouncing from having sprinted to the door. “Will you guys get in here?  The game is starting any minute.  Stop being such goody-goodies about it.”  She stretched her arms above her head  and winked at Harold lewdly.  “I can’t believe that a group of grown men is incapable of dealing with one naked little wife.  Where have the red-blooded Americans gone?”

“I don’t think my wife would be too thrilled if she found out,” gulped Harold eyeing my wife’s pale hourglass figure up and down.

“Well then, we won’t tell her then, will we Harry?” giggled my wife, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him inside.

“Yeah, game’s starting soon, we can argue about this later,” agreed Richard pushing past me.

“Sorry buddy, I think you are overruled,” said Thomas, gazing at my wife’s bare back and plump round buttocks as she lead Harold to the couch.

“This is totally fucked up,” I said, glancing up and down the street to make sure the neighbors didn’t see anything before closing the door.

“I think I like your wife’s sense of hospitality,” chortled Richard, giving me a vulgar wag of his eyebrows.

“This is pretty perverted,” muttered Thomas as he opened the case of beer and started passing bottles around.

“I know, I’m a very bad wife,” said Julia.  “Maybe someone will need to spank me later.”

“Julia! Come on!” I griped looking at my pals with embarrassment.  But the game was starting and they just dropped into seats around the living room with their eyes fixed on the television.

“See,” whispered my wife.  “I told you.  They are more interested in the game than my body.  I’ll just take these extra beers and put them in the fridge.  You want some snacks?”

“Sure, thanks, dear,” I said.  But it was pretty strange to see my naked wife obediently serving my friends and I as we watched the game.

I noticed a few eyes flick away from the action on the screen when my wife came back with a tray of chips and dip, her succulent knockers dangling down as she bent over to put the tray on the coffee table.  But for the most part, my friends focused on the game and didn’t really ogle my wife much.  When the first commercial break came we fell into an intense discussion, arguing about the poor performance of our top stars while my wife sat there smirking on the couch, practically invisible in spite of her nudity.

As the game progressed and more beers were consumed, I could sense my wife’s growing frustration that the guys weren’t paying much attention to her.  I mean, they would glance at her boobs now and then or look at the butt when she bent over in front of them to pick up some fallen chip or bottle cap, but then they would glance over at me guiltily and avert their eyes.  At least that’s how Harold and Thomas acted.  Richard started running his eyes up and down my wife’s body more and more boldly as he got drunker.  And it annoyed me that she seemed pleased when she caught him gawking at her figure.  She even gave her shoulders a shake now and then to get her boobs jiggling for him.

During one commercial break about halfway through the game, my wife decided to turn it up a notch to get a little more attention.  She spread her legs wide and started stroking her pussy, pulling her labia apart and exposing her pink twat as we all talked excitedly about the recent turnaround in the game as our team was coming back from a big deficit.

Richard noticed Julia’s self-administration first and just stared for a moment open mouthed.  She regarded him calmly as she spread her pussy lips open for him.

“What are you looking at Richard?” she asked innocently, thrusting her crotch upward slightly for emphasis.

“You know,” he told her simply, sweat beading on his brow as she ran her fingers through her pubic hair.

“Do you guys think my bush is too shaggy?” she asked with a mischievous grin.  “Should I shave it off?  What do you think Harold?”

“Come on, Julia, cut the shit,” I stammered, watching my buddies nervously as they gaped at my wife’s vagina, spread open for display.

“I mean it’s, no, I like it,” said Harold.

“You like my pussy hairy, Harry?” giggled my wife, fingering herself shamelessly as Harold gulped.

“I don’t like a shaved pussy,” said Richard.  “I like the way you keep yours.  A little hair but not too bushy.”

“Can we talk about something else?” I asked with annoyance.

But my wife was delighted to finally be getting some attention from my pals.  “Sorry honey, but isn’t it sort of hot for me to show off my cunt like this?  I mean, it’s making me pretty wet.”  She inserted a finger into her hole and then slavered the juice up onto her clitoris as she started diddling her nub while we all watched in fascination.

“I agree, this is fucking hot,” said Richard. gripping the crotch of his pants as he leered at my wife masturbating herself.  She was leaning way back on the couch with her boobs pushed skyward by her upper arms as she fondled her crotch with both hands.

The game came back on, but no one was paying attention as my wife masturbated wildly on the couch, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright with excitement.  I felt my own cock grow hard but my stomach was cold with jealousy at how scandalously my wife was exhibiting herself for my friends.

“You can’t just finger your goddamn cunt in front of everyone like that, Julia!” I exclaimed.  I was so drunk at this point that specks of spittle were flying from my mouth as I practically shouted at my wife.  “Show some goddamn modesty.”

“Ha, you knew what kind of woman I was when we first started dating.  Remember the time my girlfriends and I stripped topless for you and your frat buddies?  That was hot.”  That had been fucking hot, and when I had seen Julia naked like that all those years ago, I was determined to make her mine.  She had such a hot body and was so confident, that I found her irresistible.  “Yeah, but now that we are married, you need to cool it with that shit,” I said.

“Is it time for my spanking yet?” she asked me with a smile and then she flipped over onto her stomach, arching her back as she stuck her ass in the air, offering it to me so I could spank it.  “I have been very naughty.  I think I need to be punished.”

“Oh Jesus!” I said, gazing with lust at my wife’s round ass and her swollen labia peeking out between her soft white thighs.

“Come on, spank me,” she coaxed, reaching back and parting her labia again so that we were treated to the sight of her pink snatch in addition to her gorgeous ass.

“I’m not going to spank you in front of my buddies like this,” I said, looking over at Richard nervously as the sweat poured down his forehead.  His mouth hung open slightly as he gripped his dong and ogled my wife’s ass and cunt on display.  

“Well, someone ought to spank me, I’m being pretty bad,” she said.  “Hey Richard, do you want to do it?”  She looked back at Richard and batted her eyelashes at him provocatively, her cheek pressed against the couch cushions as she kept her ass lifted in the air.

“Yeah, you’re a dirty girl alright, you need a spanking,” he said, standing up eagerly and approaching my wife.

“Cut the shit Richard,” I yelped in frustration as he prepared to spank my wife and she wriggled her rear in excited anticipation.

“You’ve wife’s behavior is getting out of hand, someone needs to show her who’s boss,” said Richard.

“Yeah, but that’s her husband’s job, not yours,” said Harrold.  I shot him a look of gratitude for sticking up for me.

“Aww, come on, this isn’t about punishment.  It’s sexual play,” snorted Thomas.  “Julia wants a spanking because it will turn her on and she asked Richard to do it for her.  I say let him spank her, who cares?  It’s all in good fun,”  Thomas kept his eyes fixed on my wife’s pink snatch the entire time and he looked like he would love to stick his face right in there and start slurping on her twat.

“That’s not true, Thomas, I do need to be punished, this is serious,” insisted my wife, with a devilish grin.  She wiggled her butt for Richard some more and he couldn’t help himself, he hauled off a gave her a good smack on the rump with made her shriek in surprise and the guys all started laughing at the look on her face.  Even I had to join in a little, though I was still uncomfortable with this whole thing.  “Oooh, that smarts.  Do it again,” purred my wife, her ass cheeks already reddening from the last smack he gave her.  She spread her pussy even wider for him as she offered her ass for another blow.  But this time Richard just patted her lightly on the back of her thighs right where her cunt was poking through.  “Hmm, yeesss,” she said.  And then he went further and stuck his hand between her thighs, grabbing her cunt in his hand and squeezing it, making her moan with pleasure.

“Bad, wife, bad wife,” he mumbled as he slipped his middle finger right between her pussy lips and started fingering my wife furiously while I watched.

“That’s enough!” I shouted and I jumped to my feet and pulled Richard physically away from my wife.  “You can’t fucking finger my wife like that Richard, that’s bullshit.”

“Oh, shit, sorry man,” he said, wiping  his face and accidentally smearing my wife’s juices all over his face.  “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.  I guess I got carried away.  I mean her cunt was just wide open like that.”

“Don’t get mad at Richard, I liked it!” chirped my wife with her ass still in the air.  ‘“This is hot.  I want someone to fuck me now.”

“Julia, get a grip on yourself, what are you saying?” I gasped, aghast and titillated by the suggestion.

“I’m saying I want one of you guys to whip your cock out and put it in me right now.  Whoever is man enough to do it,” she said.  “I don’t care who it is, I’m horny as fuck and I need to get dicked.”

Even Richard was shocked at this suggestion and we exchanged a look of amazement.  

Thomas sputtered for a moment and said, “Ok, well, this has obviously gone past the point of harmless play.  Maybe we should be going now.”

“I don’t think so,” said Harold, surprising us all as he stood up and unzipped his fly.  “The only gentlemanly thing to do is to honor the lady’s request.”  And I stood and watched, utterly dumbfounded as my geeky pal Harold whipped out his rather mediocre looking erection, walked over behind my wife and sank it right into her waiting snatch.  Harold of all people.  The meekest guy I knew.  And my wife loved it.

“Oh Harold! Yes, I didn’t think you had the stones, but there you go, ugh, ugh, wow, yeah, do it, do it,” she moaned and whimpered as I watch Harold banging away on my wife from behind, fucking the shit out of her while I stared, paralyzed by this utterly unexpected development.

“Wow, uh, Harry is really going to town on your wife,” said Thomas, as amazed as I was.

“Yup, I guess you got to watch the quiet ones,” said Richard shaking his head as we all watched Harry humping away on my wife and making her call out loudly in passion.  Then Richard turned to me and slapped my shoulder.  “Hey, idiot, are you just stand there watching Harry do you wife like that?  You yanked me off her and I did was finger her snatch a little.  You ought to punch Harry right in the mouth.”

“Don’t! Don’t not yet, I’m about to cum, wait until he’s done, oh shit,” grunted my wife, and I watched as she gave that little shiver, and I knew that she just climaxed.  “Ok, you can punch him now,” she said.

“Hey!” yelped Harold as he continued dogging her.  “Just for that I’m not pulling out, I’m coming right inside you, you harlot.”

“Do it, I don’t care,” she laughed.

“I’m cuming, I’m cumming,” he shouted proudly as he spurted what was likely an unremarkable load inside my wife.

“I, uh, I know I should be mad and I should probably punch him, but shit, this is Harold we are talking about,” I said scratching my head in confusion. “I mean, he’s the biggest nerd I’ve ever met.  How can I punch this guy?”

“You say I’m a nerd, but I was the only one man enough to fuck your wife when she challenged us!” insisted Harold, pulling his shriveled prick out of my wife and raising his index finger to make his point.

“Whatever, Harold,” I laughed, looking at my pathetically dorky pal.  “Your glasses are so steamed up, I can’t see your eyes to tell if you are kidding or not.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of hard to take Harold seriously even after he totally just fucked your woman,” said Richard.   “But really, you need to reign her in a little, she’s gonna make a cuckold out of you if you don’t watch her.”  Then he turned and slapped her ass again playfully, making her yelp in surprise again.

Just then there was a roar from the crowd on the television and we all realized that our team had pulled ahead in the final moments of the game and somehow that became the most important thing.  The next thing I knew we were all cheering and giving each other high fives.  Julia had disappeared in the interim.

After our celebration of the home team’s victory, I accompanied my pals to the door and shook hands all around.

“Well, we finally did it this year, we are going to the finals, baby,” Richard said throwing his hands in the air gleefully.

“And there was that thing with Julia,” said Thomas rubbing his head.  “Uh, hey Harold, you never apologized for that.”

“Why should I?  I’m not sorry.  That was the best sex I’ve had in years.  Her vagina was extremely pleasurable,” said Harold indignantly.  He turned to me and said, “She told one of us to do it!”

I just shook my head and laughed, “Ok, Harold, ok, I know, I know.  I don’t blame you.”

And then my friends were gone and I was shaking my head ruefully and there was Julia coming out of the bathroom with a towel on her head and nothing else on.  Her naked body was moist and tender, fresh from the shower.

“That was awesome, we should have your friends over more often,” she said with a mischievous grin.

I didn’t slap her like I wanted to, I just smirked at her and started to wonder how many other guys she had let fuck her since we had been married.  She has plenty of opportunities while I was at work.  I thought about all the delivery men and then those damn immigrant landscapers, and truth be told, my dick started getting hard again.  So I threw her on the couch as she yelled and laughed and I fucked the shit out her myself, because it’s exciting to have a dirty whore of a wife, isn’t it?  I wasn’t going to let the other guys have ALL the fun with my wife.

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Party Like a Plutocrat – Ch.11

Chapter 11 – The Wives Fly off with the Billionaire

Excerpted from “Party Like a Plutocrat

Continued from Chapter 10.
You and Max go get seriously drunk at his place but you manage to stumble into bed in the guest room before passing out this time.

You wake up late in the afternoon and shuffle out the kitchen to find Max brewing coffee. The sun is shining and a warm breeze blows through the open window and you feel utterly miserable. The hummingbird appears and hovers before the window and you feel like throwing a shoe at it.

“Let’s poison the bird feeder.” you suggest.

“Yeah, I know how you feel, Ted.” says Max. I wasn’t thrilled about watching my wife get poked by that billionaire last night, but you know, today it doesn’t bother me so much. I mean, who cares really? It’s not as though she is going to leave me for him. It was basically a monetary transaction. I got a PO from Smithers this morning for one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.“

“Whoa!” you say thinking that over. “Nah, I don’t care.” you say finally. “We don’t need the money. And you don’t either, really, you keep crashing and burning with these business ventures, but what does Jenny make now, $300k?”

“Something like that, plus options.” sighs Max jealously, “I know, that’s true. This kind of money isn’t going to change our lifestyles or anything.”

“Fuck.” you say bitterly, taking a sip of coffee. “Hey, it’s almost 2 pm, when are the girls coming back?”

“I don’t know, do you have your phone? Call Erin and see.” he says squinting at the beautiful day.

You fish out your phone to find a text from your wife. Erin: Got dragged along on a trip to NYC, be back next week sometime. Love you.

“Jesus Christ, and so it begins.” you spit, handing Max the phone to show him the text.

“Goddammit, where’s my phone?” he says running out to the living room. “I was afraid this might happen. Fucking billionaire just has the jet fueled up and off they go!”

“I got a voicemail from Jenny!” he says.

“Put it on speaker.” you say.

“Hi hon, it’s me. Please don’t freak out but Erin and I are on the way to the airport with Reggie and Ben right now. There is a conference going on and he wants to introduce us to some people… I uh, you know… of course we tried to get out of it, but after last night… Reggie basically wouldn’t take no for an answer. He’s just mad about us right now and of course, it’s actually sort of exciting to just pick up and jump in a private jet…Erin and I will be back next week sometime. I’ll give you a call later tonight… Look, I love you. This is just a passing fancy, OK? Bye.”

You and Max just sit in silence for a long time. The he plays the message again.

“I feel nauseous at the idea of her going off on a pleasure trip with that guy.” you say. “I mean, I can’t give her that sort of life…”

“Oh, shit, Ted. Erin never wanted that sort of life.” laughs Max ruefully. “She got a life of comfort and a fulfilling job and a loving husband… Jenny’s right, this is a passing fancy. Witherspoon will get tired of them soon and toss them aside.”

“Does that really make you feel any better?” you ask.

“Well, yeah. It does. That guy can’t really come between my wife and I. And he can’t break you and Erin up either. We all have deep bonds.” and he straightens his shoulders at the thought. “We are going to get through this.”

You try to smile gamely, but you have deep misgivings about what the future holds…

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Party Like a Plutocrat – Ch.10

Chapter 10 – The Slippery Slope

Excerpted from “Party Like a Plutocrat

Continued from Chapter 9.

Although Witherspoon didn’t bother decorating the common areas of his mansion particularly well, he did ensure that his cigar room was properly done up. You are impressed by the dark wood paneling. There appears to be a first-class walk-in humidor at the back of the room and antique french cigar posters tastefully adorn the walls. The ceiling is richly coffered and baroque chandeliers and wall sconces provide warm, friendly lighting. Heavy leather club chairs are arranged in a circle in the center of the room , forming an intimate seating area. Lesser chairs line the walls.

Jenny and Erin are standing in the center of the circle formed by the club chairs and a server is waiting to take your drink orders as you enter.

“Jenny, Erin, have your ordered drinks?” calls Witherspoon, motioning to the server.

“Gin and tonic for me,” says Jenny with a smile.

“Charonday here,” adds Erin with a familiar wave to the server. Then she and Jenny resume whispering excitedly.

Witherspoon walks over and sits down in one of the leather club chairs. Smithers takes the chair to his right and Ben takes the chair to his left.

You are about to join them when Witherspoon calls out casually to one of the young analysts. “Johnson, check the drawer there and make sure we have condoms.”

You and Max exchange a shocked expression and the women both stop dead in their conversation and stare at Witherspoon in surprise. The analyst just shrugs his shoulders and checks the drawer as instructed. Neither Smithers nor Ben seem phased in the least.

“Now hold on a second!” you object loudly. “That’s a bit much, isn’t it?”

Witherspoon gazes at you with a furrowed brow as though he just found a bug in his soup. “Please Ted, do lower your voice,” he says testily. He sighs and takes a breathe, regaining his composure. “I think I mentioned that I am terrible about mixing business and pleasure.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” you continue aghast. “What do you need condoms for?”

Witherspoon smiles at Smithers in disbelief. “Ted, look, you are perfectly free to go back to the party while we carry on in here… As I said, we can have a hostess introduce you to some of the guests…” He sees you looking at Erin and then notices that both Erin and Jenny are shocked by the proposal.

“I’m sorry if I have caught you ladies off guard, but given where we left off last time we were here, I would say having condoms ready is a perfectly reasonable precaution. Jenny, Erin, don’t you agree?” he asks earnestly, looking at your wives carefully as though the idea they would object never crossed his mind.

Erin looks helplessy between Witherspoon and you, her mouth moving soundlessly. Jenny just looks at Max, searchingly.

“Yes, Reggie,” says Jenny, with a tremor in her voice, keeping her eyes locked with her husband. “Keeping condoms on hand is a perfectly reasonable precaution.”

Max expels a pent up breath explosively and turns away then back again.

“Erin, what do you think? Do you understand why I want to have condoms on hand?” Witherspoon asks your wife gently.

“Yes Reg,” she says softly, looking at the floor. “Especially if we are going to pick up where we left off… the last time we were here.”

Witherspoon sighs with relief. “My goodness! I would have thought that was quite obvious.” he says to Smithers who just shrugs in response.

“Obvious?” sputters Max suddenly. “Why this is totally unprofessional!” he yelps.

Witherspoon looks around for help as though confronting a madman. “Max, honestly! What has gotten into you people? We are all consenting adults here. You and Ted are both free to go at any time.”

“I want you to stay, Ted,” says Erin, impulsively, pleading to you with her eyes.

“I just…” you are choked up and cannot talk.

“Are we dealing with some kind of puritans here?” Witherspoon asks no one in particular. The door opens and the server returns with the drinks. “Smithers, talk some sense into them.” he says, taking his drink and leaning back in his chair as Johnson discretely hands him some condoms.

“Come on guys. Don’t be so prudish,” says Smithers smoothly. “No one minds if you stay, this will be fun. Max, seriously, come sit down by me and have a drink. Ted. Loosen up. Have a seat. Relax.”

Max stands staring at his wife and she bows her head and gestures for him to take a seat by Smithers. He shakes his head and sits down as invited. You and Erin maintain eye contact as she stands there in her underwear and she is looking at you with a strange expression, begging you stay and apologizing for this turn of events. You walk over and take a seat by Ben in a daze, your body moving of it own accord. You blood has turned to ice in your veins and you feel that you can barely breathe. You take the drink offered by the server and down it all straight away.

Erin and Jenny do the same and the server exclaims with surprise. “Another round then! I’ll be right back.”

Witherspoon takes a few sips of his scotch and then leans forward and looks at Max, “Well I’m glad you decided to stay, Max,” he says.

Max just smiled wanly. He’s as pale as a ghost and can’t voice a response.

Witherspoon shrugs his shoulders and mutters “Puritans” to himself. Then he shakes his head and turns to Ben. “So, Ben, what’s your take on this now? Did the ladies really fail to win you over?”

Ben takes a drink of his sparkling water and sighs. “Come on, Reg,” he says blushing slightly. “Jenny and Erin have all the talent you say,” he says tipping his glass to your wives. “My penis was deeply gratified.” The two analysts snort with amusement at this but quiet down when Witherspoon turns to shoot them a withering glance.

“Did you hear that, Erin? You gratified his penis,” says Jenny sarcastically, starting to regain her composure as the alcohol kicks in a little.

“Such a sweet thing to say,” agrees Erin smiling at Ben and sipping from her second glass of wine. “So charming.”

Ben glances at your wife’s body and shifts uncomfortably under their teasing. “Right, right. But talent or no, I don’t see a business here,” he shoots Jenny and Erin an apologetic look. “Sorry. But I am with Smithers on this one, talent doesn’t scale. It would take some crazy headhunter to dig up more ladies of this calibre who would do this slut routine. And then as a business, I mean, what are the liabilities for this kind of thing? Johnson, how much are we looking at?” Ben turns in his seat to ask his associate.

“Nah, insurance and legal fees, are probably manageable,” says Johnson from the back of the room.

“Still,” Ben presses on. “I just don’t see it. Max, tell me why I’m wrong.”

Max just stares at him stupidly for a moment, lost in thought. “No, you make a good point, I won’t find another woman like Jenny in a million years.” Then he looks over at her lovingly and she sniffs slightly and take a sip of her drink.

Witherspoon huffs. “I just don’t like that answer,” he says shaking his head.

“Jeez, Reg. What do you want from me?” whines Ben. Then he snaps his finger. “Oh, you want these two! How about this?” Ben leans forward excitedly. “Just put Jenny and Erin on payroll! Directors of Event Planning or some such. Pay Max his recruiting fee and call it a day.”

The business talk has brought Max back to life somewhat. “No, no, buy me out, but leave me some equity.”

“Max, there is no business there,” repeats Ben with disdain. “This idea can’t fly as is. Maybe if you were a real event planner or if we rolled this into some casino service for high rollers or something. I mean, yeah, I can imagine scenarios in which it could work. That’s why Reg should bring them on staff and keep them in the stable until we find the right manager or situation to hook them up with so that they can really shine. And in the meantime, you know, we party with them,” he glances over at Erin’s body and she blushes in response.

You just grit your teeth and struggle not to punch the kid.

Jenny pipes up finally. ”We don’t come cheap, you know,” she sniffs dismissively.

“Jenny, please,” says Witherspoon with a hurt expression. “Have I ever given you reason to believe I would undervalue you?”

Jenny looks at him and her hard expression softens somewhat.

Witherspoon turns to Ben and says, “I will take that under advisement, Ben. Thank you. Now I would like to shift gears and ask the ladies to entertain us some more. Is that alright with you, Ben?”

Ben looks at Erin and says, “Yes, Reg, that sounds fine.”

Witherspoon turns to Erin and Jenny and says, “Are you two feeling refreshed at all? Can we get you something, another drink?” he asks politely.

“Keep them coming,” says Jenny holding up her empty glass. The server emerges from the back of the room with another round.

“Way ahead of you, sister,” she says sassily, swapping Jenny’s empty glass with a full one. Jenny smiles at her appreciatively.

“And Erin, How are you feeling?” asks Witherspoon tenderly. “Are you ready to proceed?”

“Yes, Reggie,” says you wife, looking at you nervously.

“Ahh well, then,” says Witherspoon heaving a sigh and unzipping his fly casually. “What do you think, Jenny? Erin is already mostly undressed…” he trails off suggestively.

Smithers unzips his fly discretely as well but while Ben doesn’t join them, he also doesn’t bat an eye. It occurs to you that Witherspoon must do this all the time with various women and the thought sickens you that he is about to use your wife the same way.

Jenny and Erin exchange glance and Jenny turns back to Witherspoon. “Whatever you like, Reggie.”

“That’s fine. Uh, pardon me, but would you ladies mind if the other fellows unzipped themselves?” asks Reggie noticing that you, Ben, and Max have left your pants zipped.

“Oh, I would be offended if they didn’t,” says Jenny looking at you with a crooked smile. “I mean, what are we doing here, after all?”

“Yes, I think Ben owes us a look at his thing, actually,” says Erin shyly. “We worked so hard to gratify it earlier.”

“Ben generally restricts his deviant sexual activities to Burning Man, I think,” laughs Johnson from the back of the room.

Witherspoon, shoots him a glance of annoyance, but Ben pipes up. “No, he’s right, but I will make an exception for these ladies,” he says as he unzips his fly with smile.

“Ted, Max, please unzip your flies as well,” says Erin. Jenny looks at her with surprise but then plays along immediately.

“She’s right. It’s only fair,” scolds Jenny.

You and Max look at each other with confusion. But Max just shrugs and unzips and you follow his lead hesitantly.

“Hmm, yes. Good. Now Erin, would you mind coming over here for a moment? Maybe you could put your hands on the armrests of Ben’s chair and bend over a bit?” asks Witherspoon with a restrained smile.

Erin approaches readily and bends down before Ben, dangling her cleavage near his face. “Like this?” she asks innocently, looking over at Witherspoon and avoiding your gaze.

“Well, I’m not sure…” says Witherspoon giving Jenny a significant glance.

“Dear, you will know you are doing it right if Ben’s penis pops out,” says Jenny joining Erin at Ben’s chair. Then she reaches around Erin’s back and unsnaps her bra without her seeing. Erin’s boobs suddenly pop out and she jerks upright in surprise, laughing nervously and struggling to get them back into her bra.

“Oopsie,” laughs Jenny gleefully.

Your own cock stiffens at the sight of your wife’s bare breast swinging free for this young jerk to enjoy.

“Oh, don’t bother putting that back on dear,” says Witherspoon as he withdraws his own cock. “I’m going to touch myself a little bit, is that alright?”

Erin glances as his cock and gulps. “Yes, Reggie, please feel free to do as you wish with your own penis,” she says tossing her bra away and then covering her nipples with her hands.

“Ha, yes, thank you, dear,” says Witherspoon stroking his cock slightly.

“Don’t cover your nipples, dear, it’s rude,” says Jenny pulling Erin’s hands away.

Ben gazes in fascination as Erin’s boobs swing free and her nipples grow hard in the cool air of the cigar room.

“Well I think it’s rude for Ben not to show me his,” pouts your wife playfully.

Your own cock springs out at this point and you put your hand over it to cover it up in embarrassment.

Jenny notices your dick and actually blushes. “Err, uh, look dear, don’t be discouraged, Ted’s penis came out.”

“It did?” she asks hopefully, “Can I see, Ted?”

You remove your hand and your cock stands up at attention. But you can’t make eye contact with Jenny or your wife.

“Don’t look, Jenny,” says your wife instinctively, then catches herself. “Uh, that’s clearly my doing since you still have your clothes on…”

“Fair enough,” says Jenny averting her eyes.

“But Ben’s isn’t out yet,” says Erin, and she is smiling more readily now that she sees your hardon. You are afraid this will encourage her to push the boundaries even further, since she seems to think that any perversion that makes you hard is fair game.

“Mine’s out,” says Smithers stroking his cock lewdly.

“No one cares, Smithers keep it to yourself,” says Jenny curtly. Witherspoon laughs at his assistant’s embarrassment.

“Watch your tongue with these ladies, Smithers,” he cautions. “They will cut you down to size if you cross them.”

Jenny looks at Ben’s crotch and strokes her chin. “Well, really, you have just shown him your boobies, not your pussy. Maybe he will show you if you take your panties off?”

Erin’s face brightens and she looks at you with a mischievous grin. “Good idea,” she says. “Watch this, Ben.” She slowly wriggles out of her panties, sliding them down over her generous hips and dropping them to the floor.

“Oh, sorry, you don’t mind if I show Ben my vagina, do you Reggie?” she asks sweetly.

Witherspoon just gasps, “Not at all,” and grips his cock firmly as he gazes at your wife’s naked body fully exposed. Her pale skin is illuminated under the soft lights and you can’t help but grip and stroke your own cock at the sight. You are disturbed to see Max doing the same.

Erin thrusts her pelvis toward Ben and says, “How’s this, Ben?”

“There he goes!” laughs Jenny as Ben’s cock finally emerges from his pants and stands stiffly at attention.

“Happy, now?” he asks laconically, looking up into Erin’s eyes.

“Eh, I’m not sure it was worth the wait,” she says with a shrug and then notices Max jerking himself. “Jeez, et tu, Max?” she asks in surprise.

“When in Rome,” says Max in resignation.

“Well alrighty then,” says Erin, running her hands over her bare belly and then her boobs. “Feeling pretty naked over here.”

“Jenny, Erin is feeling self conscious, maybe she would feel better if you disrobed as well?” asks Witherspoon hopefully.

“Jeez, I thought you would never ask,” laughs Jenny, unbuttoning her blouse slowly.

“Erin, I don’t think Ben feels… comfortably touching himself in front of you, so he’s clearly not enjoying the sight of Jenny’s disrobing as much as he could be…”

“Oh perish the thought,” says Erin dramatically and your stomach flips and you realize what Witherspoon is asking.

Jenny looks on in surprise as Erin kneels right down naked in front of Ben and looks up at him. “Shall I help you out with this, Ben?” she asks as she reaches for his penis.

“I thought you weren’t impressed,” he says arrogantly.

“Oh don’t play hard to get,” laughs Jenny. “It’s not gentlemanly to make a good looking naked woman beg to give you a handjob.” With that she opens her blouse to reveal her boobs pushed up and out by the open cup shelf bra that completely exposes her nipples.

Ben is distracted by the sight of Jenny’s gorgeous boobs and Erin reaches slyly in and starts stroking his thing, looking you in the eye as she does it.

“Oh shit,” he exclaims. “That feels good.”

“Don’t look at me, watch Jenny strip.” admonishes Erin, then she looks back at you as she works this young jerk’s rod.

Your own cock is throbbing madly at the sight and you just give in and stroke yourself as you watch.

“Oh Ben doesn’t deserve all that attention,” comments Witherspoon impatiently. “He’s an ingrate. Erin, be a dear and come over here a moment, will you?” asks Witherspoon. Your blood runs cold as you watch him putting a condom on.

“What can I do for you, Reggie?” asks your wife seductively. She kneels before him, putting her hands on his knees and examining his cock closely as he sheaths it.

“Maybe you could get down on all fours and face Jenny?” he asks hopefully pointing his cock at her face.

“Ok!” she says, cheerfully complying with the request.

“You know why I’m putting a condom on, don’t you?’ he asks her as he gets down on his knees behind her.

“I think so,” says your wife looking back over her shoulder at him.

“What are you doing, Reggie?” asks Jenny, standing hands-on-hips with her tits exposes but still wearing her panties while a bunch of guys sit around jerking their cocks and looking at her.

“Be a dear and spread your labia for me, will you Erin?” asks Witherspoon distractedly. “Ah, Jenny, I think I will try to convince Erin to let me insert myself into her briefly. Really briefly, because I don’t want to repeat last week’s unfortunate incident.”

“Uh huh,” says Jenny smiling at his audacity. “And then?”

“Well let’s take one thing at a time, shall we?” he asks politely. “Would you mind, removing your panties? Do keep the bra, though, it’s quite flattering.”

Jenny shakes her head and slips her panties down and you increase your fapping a the site of her exposed pussy. She notices your increased vigor and gives you a lewd wink, jutting her chest slightly in your direction and you have to slow down to keep from coming right then.

Meanwhile Witherspoon is positioning himself behind your wife and your stomach flips in anticipation.

“So you want to enter me, Reggie?” asks Erin slyly. “I’m not sure…”

“Really?” says Witherspoon with his stiff cock hovering inches from your wife’s waiting pussy, which she has obligingly spread open at his request.

“Well, I mean, what’s in it for me?” she asks sweetly.

“Interesting time to start negotiating,” pants Witherspoon. “Shall we just repeat your last invoice?” he asks.

“But that contract explicitly forbid the insertion of foreign objects. Clearly we would need more to strike that provision,” says Jenny warming up to Erin’s game.

“Double your last invoice?” asks Reggie holding his cock and turning pale as he watches Erin wriggle her ass expectantly.

“Sounds fair,” says Erin, “Did you get that, Smithers? Ohh,” she gasps as Witherspoon plunges his cock into her aggressively.

“I’m a bit busy, but I will note that later,” gasp Smithers as he frantically jerks his cock watching his boss fuck your wife.

“Ahh, That feels nice,” says Witherspoon. “Forgive me if I don’t agitate it much, I must be a bit reserved.”

Erin is rubbing her own clitoris madly now. “Oh, Reggie,” she gasps. “You are so polite. Don’t worry about me.”

Witherspoon runs his hands over your wife’s smooth white ass as he kneels behind her with his cock sunk into her. He squeezes her wide hips appreciatively. She pants and wriggles as she masturbates herself and you are surprised that you aren’t more devastated by this. It just doesn’t seem real somehow. Maybe you expected this to happen all along, but you are more titillated than upset at this point. Erin looks over at you and her cheeks are flushed with excitement, when she notices you jerking off while Witherspoon fucks her, it puts her over the edge and she starts cumming with a shuddering orgasm.

“Oh dear,” says Witherspoon, withdrawing his cock quickly.

“Are you OK?” ask Jenny with concern.

“Yes, I saved it, but I must say that’s poor form to reach climax without warning your partner, Erin. I expect some advanced notice next time,” says Witherspoon patting your wife’s ass affectionately.

“Yes, Reggie,” says your wife obediently. Somehow that final exchange burns you with jealousy more than him sticking his cock into your wife. You look over at Max, but he is already cleaning himself with a towel, he must have cum watching Witherspoon drill your wife which is a bit disturbing.

“Jenny, would you mind laying down on your back and spreading your legs for me?” asks Witherspoon, regaining his composure slightly.

Jenny looks at Max, already spent, but he avoids her eyes. So she says “No, I don’t mind at all. I would be delighted in fact,” and then lays down on her back and spreads her legs waiting for Witherspoon to mount her.

Erin is sprawled out on the floor and rolls over on her stomach then hoists herself up on one elbow to put her chin in her hand and watch Witherspoon and Jenny go at it.

“You know I’ve been looking forward to this for a while,” says Witherspoon as he crawls on top of Jenny.

“Forward to what?” asks Jenny coyly wrapping her arms around him.

“I can’t take this,” says Max and he just gets up and walks out.

Jenny looks up in concern as Max leaves.

“Shall I run check on him?” asks Erin with concern.

“I saw him blow his wad watching Reggie put his thing into you,” says Jenny bitterly. “I say let him stew for a while.”

“What is this all about?” asks Witherspoon. “We are in the middle of something here!” he exclaims.

“Sorry, Reggie, where were we?” asks Jenny sweeting, reaching down and gripping Witherspoons cock which makes his gasps with pleasure. “Oh yes, we were about to discuss your interest in putting this into me. Hold on…” she jerks his cock a bit and he grunts with satisfaction. “I’m inclined to allow you to do it, but I wonder if it’s hard enough.”

“Are you lubricated at all?” he asks her tenderly.

“Why yes, watching you violate my good friend Erin actually made me quite wet,” she says.

“Well I will give a go then,” says Witherspoon.

The door opens and Max returns and plops down in the chair next to you miserably.

“I couldn’t stay away,” he whispers. “How did you handle it with Erin?”

“I don’t know,” you admit.

“Oh hi, Max,” say Erin. “Are you ok?” she pouts.

“No,” he answers.

“Max, do you mind?” says Witherspoon looking over his shoulder irritably. “I’m trying to violate a beautiful woman over here.”

Max stares at him in disbelief and clamps his mouth shut.

“Put it in now, Reggie,” says Jenny and then she moans slightly as Witherspoon lowers himself into her. “Oh yes, you are definitely hard enough,” she purrs looking up at the ceiling.

“I think so, yes,” agrees Witherspoon as he starts thrusting himself into Max’s wife.

Erin watches Max’s expression with curiosity and then notices that you are still jerking off as you watch Witherspoon fuck Jenny.

“Here Ted, let me help you with that,” says your wife crawling over to you and giving you a dirty look.

Ben looks over with interest as Erin goes down on you.
“Wow, this is hot,” says Ben putting on a condom himself.

“Erin, do you mind if I pop this into you for a second?’ he asks boldly, dropping down behind your wife as she sucks you off.

Erin looks up at you questioningly but then your cock betrays you with throb at just that moment. So she looks over her shoulder and says. “Ah shucks, you like that?” as she wiggles her ass for him.

“Yeah, it looks good to me right now,” admits Ben getting his cock ready.

“Well go ahead, I think Ted would get off on it actually,” she laughs, winking at you. Then she gasps as Ben pokes his thing into her. She resumes sucking your cock lustily as Ben grasps her soft white hips and starts fucking her enthusiastically.

Erin moans with pleasure and that is all you can take. You shoot spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth. She pulls her mouth away and lets you shoot a load into her face as well. When Ben sees that you came on her, he reaches around and flips your wife over deftly onto her back. “Here, hold on a second.” he says as she laughs with surprise. “I want to do you this way.” and he pounds your wife missionary style for a while as she wraps her legs around him passionately. You look on in shock. That’s a real fuck she’s getting, not that tentative poke that witherspoon gave her and it makes your blood boil. Luckily Ben pulls out, whips off his condom, and shoots his load into your wifes face before you lose control.

“Would you mind sucking that for a second?” asks Ben slapping your wife in the face playfully with his wet cock.

“No, you are too rude,” she replies with an impish grin, “But I will lick it a little…” and she looks over at you seductively as she licks the cum from this young guy’s cock.

Meanwhile Max is chewing his knuckles as Witherspoon patiently works his thing into and out of Jenny while they chat about it amicably.

“I was afraid you would cum too quickly but you seem to be holding your own,” pants Jenny, her face slick with sweat.

“Oh, I think I just fondled myself too much last time,” says Witherspoon. “Or maybe the novelty of watching Erin spread herself for us was too simulating.”

“Would you care to do me from behind now?” asks Jenny. “I wouldn’t mind rubbing my clitoris a little.”

“That sounds fine,” says Witherspoon, gasping for breathe and withdrawing his cock from her.

She flips over lithely and sticks her ass in the air eagerly. “There you go, have at it,” she says encouragingly.

“Oh yes,” says Witherspoon plunging in. When Jenny starts rubbing herself, she looks over at poor Max and then cums quickly. Witherspoon feels this and grunts loudly grinding himself against her, and probably shooting a load into his condom.

Ben has zipped up and returned to his chair. He has his phone out now and is checking messages casually. Erin is still sprawled out on the floor luxuriously stretching her shapely naked body. Max is looking at miserably as Witherspoon withdraws delicately from Max’s wife and thanks her for the coitus.

Witherspoon looks over at Max and give him a thumbs up. “Good stuff, Max. Good stuff. I am so glad I took up your initial invitation. This has been just an outstanding experience.”

“Yes, that’s nice to hear,” says Max, standing up. “But I guess we will be going now. Erin, Jenny, can you two get dressed, please?” he asks stiffly.

But they both just lay on the floor, each basking lazily in their post orgasm glow.

“Oh no,” says Witherspoon decisively. “I agreed to double the rate of the last party and the ladies stayed over night that time so I expect them to stay again tonight. I intend to penetrate each of them at least once more this evening,” he says rubbing his hands together.

“Oh Reggie, you sound so commanding,” says Erin looking up at him lustily. You watch him admire the pale hourglass of your wife’s body as she lays spread naked before him on the floor and he chuckles with satisfaction. Your stomach is twisted with jealousy and your pits are soaked.

Witherspoon notices your sick expression and says, “See Ted, aren’t you glad you stayed? Why not go ask Jenny if she will have a go with you? She’s feeling no pain right now.”

Jenny and Erin sit up in surprise and look over at you.

“Uh, no, that wouldn’t be appropriate,” you stammer.

“Appropriate!” he snorts. He notices the relief on Erin’s face and the disappointment on Jenny’s face and he says “You people! Unbelieveable.” He shakes his head and changes the subject, “ Jenny and Erin, I think I should put you on staff, per Ben’s suggestion. Please come up with a salary that would satisfy you and send it to Smithers, he will work up the paperwork. And also, please report to my bedroom in two hours once you’ve refreshed yourselves. I think you both deserve to be violated further.”

Jenny laughs at him. “You like telling everyone how you’re going to fuck us more, don’t you Reggie.”

He stops to think for a moment and then says. “Why yes, I do, dear. I do enjoy proclaiming how I will be inserting myself into you again later. It makes it seem… preordained,” he says spreading his hands expansively and then walking out of the room. “Cheerio,” he calls over his shoulder with a wave. Smithers and Ben jump up to follow their boss out with the analysts not far behind.

Claudia emerges from the shadows with a gleam in her eye. “Oh you two really have captured his fancy, darlings. I haven’t seen him like this in years,” and she walks out with a laugh.

“Who is that?” asks Max perplexed.

“Uh, Reggie’s wife, I think,” says Erin uncertainly.

“So what is happening here?” you ask numbly.

“Well you and Max are going to go home. And Jenny and I are going to stay and get fucked by Reggie some more,” giggles your wife.

“Jesus,” you complain to her.

“Oh you loved it,” says Erin with a gleam in her eye. “Besides, I have an idea to even the score.”

“Are you going to let Ted fuck me?” asks Jenny eagerly.

“Oh, you know that’s never going to happen, Jezebel,” says Erin making a horizontal cutting motion with her hand. “I’ve got a better idea.”

“Tell me you are kidding about wanting Ted to fuck you,” says Max with annoyance.

“Tell me you didn’t blow your wad picturing yourself fucking Erin just now,” returns his wife meeting his eye.

Max cringes guiltily and responds. “How do you do this to me? I sit here watching you actually fuck a billionaire on the floor and letting him cum inside you and yet, yet you make me feel guilty about…some fantasy that I definitely do not have,” he says looking at you and Erin guiltily.

“He wore a condom,” sniffs Jenny.

“And you’re not really going to consider his job offer are you?” you ask incredulously.

“I might. It depends on what the package looks like.” says Jenny.

“Oh you saw the package already!” says Erin and then she and Jenny break out laughing.

“Fuck!” you complain trying not to laugh along. “Seriously, I have to go home and think about my wife getting fucked again?”

“Sorry dear,” says Erin with pout. “You do have to go home, and Reggie is going to fuck me, but on the bright side, you don’t have to think about it…not unless you want something to masturbate to that is,” says your wife devilishly.

“Oh you are terrible, how can you treat him like that?” laughs Jenny.
“He loves it,” says Erin shrugging her shoulders. “Who knew he would get off on me fucking billionaires?”

“I’m going,” you say. “See you tomorrow,” and you walk out.

“Love you!” calls your wife as you leave.

Continued in Chapter 11.


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Party Like a Plutocrat – Ch.9

Chapter 9 – Unexpected Entertainment at the McMansion

Excerpted from “Party Like a Plutocrat

Continued from Chapter 8.

On the day of Witherspoon’s next party, Max and Jenny come to your place early as you are planning to share a cab over there.

“Hello folks.” you say with a smile, letting Max and Jenny in. “Erin is still getting ready…”

“I will go see how she’s doing.” says Jenny giving you a wave and striding down the hall purposefully.

“So, Max, want a drink?” you ask, heading to the bar.

“Yeah, I need one.” says Max running his fingers through his hair. “This week has been pretty weird. You know I received the payment for the girls’… services already, right?”

“Yeah, I heard.” you say simply, handing him a drink and waiting for him to continue.

“But I haven’t heard anything else from Witherspoon or his people at all. I never even saw anything like a formal invitation to this party.” says Max with a worried expression.

“Well, I am sure the girls wouldn’t… lie about that…” you say furrowing your brow.”

“No, I know, I just feel weird for all the communication to be going through them.” he says looking at you strangely.

“What, you think that Jenny and Erin are communicating with Witherspoon and his people?” you say skeptically.

“Yeah, I am pretty sure.” he says with a look of distress. “Where did all this details of the party come from. You know we are actually having a discussion of the lingerie party business model, and I prepared slides. And then Jenny made some changes which seem to based on input from Witherspoon’s side… I mean of course I trust them, but… Oh hell, you know I caved in and asked Jenny about some of the things that happened during the last party and she was pretty cagey. She told me some scandalous stuff too that really made my stomach churn. So whatever she is holding back must be really bad.”

“I thought you didn’t want to think about that.” you say noncommittally.

“You’re right, I need to stay focused.” he says with a nervous chuckle. “I don’t want to get into jealous husband mode here. How have you been handling it?” he asks with concern.

“It’s tough.” you admit, pressing your lips together firmly. “The sex has been unbelievable, but I am really… mixed up inside. The emotions are just exhausting. I can’t concentrate at work. I go from… you know… arousal to jealousy, to actually, well, despair sometimes. Erin means a lot to me, but things will never be quite the same again between us. She genuinely enjoys showing her privates to other guys. Witherspoon in particular. She just loves it when he politely asks her to show him her pussy.” You face is turning red at the thought. “I mean, I keep harping on it, I can’t let it go. But there it is. She doesn’t deny it, I’m just supposed to… deal with it somehow.”

Max looked at you with sympathy. “I know how you feel.”

“The entire justification boils down to the fact that our sex life is reignited. As though as long as it make my dick hard, I am not allowed to object to her… impropriety? Infidelity?” you grasp for the right word, but cannot find it.

“This too will pass.” says Max with a sigh. “You’ve been together almost twenty years now. You can weather this storm.”

“Yeah,” you says, looking out the window at the setting sun. “I guess so.”

Jenny and Erin come into the living room arm and arm. They are both flushed with excitement and their eyes are shining brightly. Both have conservative business outfits on.

“Ok, boys, we are ready.” says Jenny with a mischievous grin. “You too look glum, what’s the matter? Don’t you want to see the McMansion?”

“Look at you Max!” says Erin approaching him and tickling his sides. “This is your big chance and you look like your dog died.”

Max fends off your wife’s assault and straightens his tie, grinning wanly. “Let me finish this drink. I have the jitters.”

“What about you, Ted?” asks Jenny, approaching you and pursing her lips. “Why the long face?”

You heave a sigh. “You’re right, this will be fun. Maybe Witherspoon and I can trade anecdotes about my wife’s pussy.”

Jenny just tilts her head back and laughs. “I dare you!” she says delightedly. But Erin just blushes and she and Max both look at you with concern.

Jenny puts her arm around your shoulder and whispers in your ear. “Look at it this way, you would have better stories to tell. You have the inside scoop as it were.”

You chuckle in spite of yourself and push Jenny away bashfully. “That’s really consoling.” you say sarcastically, but you do feel a little cheered up.

Then a horn sounds out front, letting you know your cab has arrived.

* * * * * * *

When you arrive at the Witherspoon place, you see that the girls were right. It is large but uninspired. You drive up to the front entrance and a doorman greets you and leads you through a towering great hall decorated like a mid-scale hotel. There are bland paintings and large patterned couches along the walls.

“He didn’t splurge on decorator, that’s for sure.” mutters Max as you are led upstairs to a long room with windows overlooking some well-laid out gardens. There is a staffed bar at one end of the room, and food along the wall opposite the windows. There are a couple dozen guests. Some standing in groups, some sitting in one of the seating clusters arranged at regular intervals throughout the room.

“I feel overdressed in this suit. I guess billionaires don’t have to dress to impress anyone.” you whisper to your wife when you realize that everyone is dressed expensively, but casually.

“Oh these aren’t billionaires, these are mostly Reggie’s people.” says your wife, squeezing your hand. “We’re fine.”

“How do you know?” you ask with surprise.

She looks at you uncertainly, “Well Reggie filled me in the other day.”

“Really?” you ask, but are interrupted as Witherspoon comes towards your group with a broad smile. Erin releases your hand immediately and you feel a deep twinge of jealousy.

“Jenny, Erin, it’s so good to see you.” says Witherspoon completely ignoring you and Max as he hugs and kisses each of your wives on the cheek. You do notice that he and Jenny embrace a little more closely and a little longer than might be proper.

He turns to Max and nods. “Max, thank you for coming.” Then he turns to you and extends a hand. “Ted is it?”

“Yes. Mr. Witherspoon?” you ask shaking his hand.

“The very same.” he says, withdrawing his hand and motioning distractedly to a young woman standing by the bar. “I hope you don’t mind, terribly, Ted, but I often mix business and pleasure. I am going to steal Max and the girls away for a little business meeting. I will have one of the hostesses get you a drink and introduce you to some of the guests.”

“Oh, Ted is an old friend.” interjects Max hurriedly. “I consider him something of an advisor. I expected that he could sit in on our meeting.”

Witherspoon looks at Max with frank distaste, then turns to look you over skeptically. “May I ask what your background is, Ted?” he asks.

You are taken off-guard by this sudden interrogation. “Uh, engineering, actually.” you admit truthfully. Erin gives Witherspoon a pleading look you don’t understand..

Witherspoon glances at your wife’s expression for a moment and softens slightly. “Oh well, in that case, by all means, do join us.” he says with a sarcastic laugh. “I can’t imagine a more germaine field to the topic at hand.” he shakes his head with air of a someone surrounded by imbeciles and leads you over to a group of men standing by the window. Max puts his hand on your shoulder in consolation, but you face is burning from shame.

Witherspoon makes some quick introductions. “This is Smithers my assistant, Jenkins who handles finance for a special fund we have for this sort of venture. And then of course some our business analysts who you all can meet as we go through this. Max here is the founder. Jenny and Erin are his top talent. Ted is in engineering.” everyone looks at you quizzically but Jenny just breaks out laughing and they realize that this is some sort of joke so the group chuckles along in confusion. You just roll your eyes and Max pats your shoulder consolingly.

“I’m not clear on the concept here.” snaps a fierce looking fellow in his twenties with heavy rimmed glasses and hair rakishly styled to stick up in all directions. “Is this an apparell play or some sort of erotic event planning?” you realize suddenly that he is shockingly intelligent.

Witherspoon’s eyes light up in response, and it’s clear that this young man is one of his favorites. “Fair question, Ben.” he says with a controlled smile. “Max, would you care to field that one?”

Max had prepared a slide deck and was expecting a more conventional presentation, so he was caught flat footed by the sudden cut to the chase. But you admire his skill as he quickly adjusts to match the tone and pace of the conversation.

‘It’s an evolving concept.” he says, stepping forward in front of Jenny slightly to present his whole body to the circle. “It started out as an opportunistic gimmick to move an odd lot, but there is clearly more upside on the event side…”

“Then why not just drop the apparel and focus it in?” Ben interrupts disdainfully.

Max smiles wryly at him and you can tell he sees that the kids is sharp but a little brash. “Ahh, that’s the thing.” he says shaking a finger at him. “What does a lingerie party become without the pretense that the guests will purchase lingerie?”

“Pretense!” mutters Ben derisively, but then he pauses a moment then turns and abruptly walks away.

Max furrows his brow in confusion, but Smithers looks at Max shrewdly. “Touche, Max. It’s not easy to find something that sends Ben off to think things over.”

Witherspoon smiles broadly at Smithers and points a finger at Ben who is off gazing out the window and muttering to himself. “Mark my words, Smithers, that boy will go dig up some other ‘pretense’ that no one ever considered and figure out a way to make it pay.” He turns to Max. “That’s talent, Max. Talent matters. Your idea is passe but you found real talent.” He looks fondly at Jenny and Erin and you are annoyed at the look of admiration on Erin’s face. Jenny is more composed and just looks back at Witherspoon with a composed expression..

Ben strides back and rejoins the group, but just glowers sullenly and says nothing.

“Ok,” says Smithers. “I agree, the ladies have talent. But how does this play out? Talent doesn’t scale.”

“What’s the talent?” asks Ben suddenly, looking Jenny and Erin over curiously.

“Oh… that’s right. You weren’t here last week,” says Smithers nodding his head. “Jenny and Erin are… models.”

Ben opens his mouth to complain, but stops when Witherspoon holds up his hand. “Ben, please hold your objections for a moment.” Ben closes his mouth, and the other analysts exchange significant glances. You get the feeling that Witherspoon rarely interrupts his favorite protege.
Witherspoon turns to Erin and Jenny politely. “Please forgive our young associate, he hasn’t had a chance to… ahh.. see you two in action… as it were.” Witherspoon rubs his hands together in anticipation and your stomach turns over as you see where this is headed. “Ben, I suspected that you would… require some clarification about why I value these two so highly, so I asked the ladies to prepare a demonstration just in case. Erin, I assume that you and Jenny are wearing some interesting lingerie under your clothes today?”

Erin gulps and nods her head simply and Jenny gives Max a look of concern.

“Wait, what?” squawks Max, completely taken off guard.

Witherspoon looks at him with annoyance and Jenny puts her hand on Max’s sleeve. Your blood runs cold as Max gives her a tight smile and steps back behind her. Witherspoon smooths his brow deliberately and says, “Now Jenny, would you be so good as to assist Erin in disrobing so that my associates can get a sense of what the offering is?” He has slight smile on his face and is perfectly composed.

Jenny gulps and looks around the room at the various guests. “What, right here?” she asks in surprise.

“Would you mind, terribly Erin?” he asks, arching his brow.

“Oh no, not at all,” she says bashfully glancing around at the men in the group but avoiding your eyes as you stare at her in shock. Most of the other men are also quite surprised at this and they shift uncomfortably. Ben has a look of frank amazement on his face, but Smithers eyes light up with excitement.

“Uh, is this really proper?” you ask quietly, but no one acknowledges your question.

Jenny takes a deep sigh and glances at you apologetically as she turns to Erin and unbuttons her suit jacket.

“We don’t actually have anything prepared for you gentlemen. So please excuse us as we wing it,” she says conversationally to the men as she removes Erin’s jacket. She holds it indecisively for a moment unsure where to put it, then she turns to you. “Would you mind holding this, Ted?” She gives you a look of deep sympathy and distress. You just gulp and numbly receive the jacket. You heart is pounding and you feel frozen in place. Max looks over at you unhappily but keeps his mouth shut.

Jenny proceeds to unbutton Erin’s blouse while chatting with the men. “I don’t know if any of you noticed, but Erin actually has really ample assets here.” She pauses with Erin’s blouse half-unbuttoned, and grips Erin’s boobs playfully. The men all smile nervously at one another, unsure of how to react and Erin yelps and blushes.

“She’s always doing that,” she tells the group nervously.

Jenny finishes unbuttoning Erin’s blouse and then pauses, looking dramatically around the room at the other guests, as she holds the front of your wife’s blouse closed. “I don’t know Erin, this is quite public. Are you sure I should take this off you here?”

Erin laughs nervously and glances around the room, pausing to look at you questioningly. Your heart is pounding, and you realize that you can stop this right now if you give her a frown or a shake of the head. You see the analysts furtively looking at your wife’s open blouse, waiting to see what happens and you see Witherspoon, with his brows raised slightly waiting patiently for your wife to show him her body as she has before and you see Max, watching with sick fascination. You think about the events of the past few weeks with your loving wife, so unassuming all these years, suddenly acting as a harlot eagerly displaying her body for strange men. But then Erin puts hers hands up to her breasts self-consciously and you know that deep down Erin will always be that nerdy modest girl you fell in love with and that no little striptease can ever change that.

“Go ahead Erin, don’t be shy.” you croak, your stomach churning. Jenny looks at you with surprise and then she and Erin heave a collective sigh of relief. Erin smiles at you devilishly.

“Maybe we should just give Ben a peek, since he is so skeptical about us.” says Erin. “Ben, would you come over here, please?” she says, motioning him over.

Ben’s eyes widen in surprise and he looks to Witherspoon questioningly. Witherspoon’s tilts his head back and laughs aloud.

“Ben, you don’t need your boss’ permission for this, Erin is granting you all the permission you need.” says Jenny impatiently. “Now please stand right here.” she points commandingly at a spot on the floor, three feet in front of Erin.

The other analysts break out laughing nervously and one of Ben’s associates nudges him forward slightly. Ben looks back with annoyance, straightens his shoulders, and marches forward to stand before your wife.

Jenny holds up her hand. “Wait, sorry to ask this Ben, but we do need to establish something before we proceed. You are sexually attracted to women, aren’t you?” she asks quizzically.

The men have a further laugh at this and Witherspoon actually wipes a tear from his eye he is laughing so hard.

“Yes.” says Ben with the pained expression of someone used to suffering idiots.

“Oh, well, this should work then.” says Jenny gripping Erin’s blouse and pulling it apart suddenly to reveal a lacey, transparent bra that is baring containing your wife’s generous knockers. Ben looks at them in surprise and then Jenny closes Erin’s blouse again quickly.

“Well then, that should settle the matter once and for all, shall we move on gentlemen?” says Jenny brushing her hands together.

“Now hold on…” says Ben raising a hand.

“Wait, what?” says Jenny in mock surprise. “Still not convinced?” She tisks and turns to Erin. “Ben needs further convincing, dear, are you up for it?”

“Oh, well, whatever it takes…” says your wife, smiling warmly at Ben who just gulps in response.

Witherspoon is looking on with delight, and even you have to admire Jenny’s improvisation.

Jenny slowly opens Erin’s blouse again and helps her remove it, handing it to you casually to hold on to. Erin’s breasts are practically spilling out of her bra and her nipples are clearly visible through the translucent fabric. Ben eyes are drawn down to them and all the men sigh and murmur appreciatively amongst themselves.

“Alright then Ben, now let’s review.” says Jenny. “Ahem, it’s polite to look at the person addressing you Ben.”

Ben pulls his eyes away from you wife’s breasts and looks at Jenny unapologetically. Erin giggles slightly at this reaction.

“May I ask what you were just looking at, young man?” asks Jenny sternly.

“I was looking at Erin’s breasts as you know perfectly well.” returns Ben boldly.

“Ok, good. So you concede that they are worthy of notice.” says Jenny look around at the men around. “I think your associates agree, gentlemen?” she asks.

The men all laugh and some of the bolder ones agree verbally. Witherspoon is whispering in Smither’s ear, and they both laugh raucously.

Ben is blushing slightly now. “No offense, but having nice boobs isn’t a talent.” he says defensively.

Jenny raises her eyebrows at him in admiration. Then she turns to Erin, “Did you hear a back-handed compliment there?”

“He said I had nice boobs.” offers Erin helpfully. Then she shakes them slightly to attract Ben’s attention again and “Thanks? I guess?” with look of mock confusion.

Jenny puts her arm around Ben’s shoulder. “Ben, Ben, Ben. No one is suggesting that having nice boobs is a talent. But you will agree that displaying one’s breasts to a group of strangers with some composure – some composure, but not too much composure. Surely that can’t be easy.”

“My eyes are up here, Ben.” adds Erin gently, putting a hand modestly over each nipple. He looks her in the eye and she winks at him seductively.

“Ben, is that a talent?” pursues Jenny.

“I… I don’t know.” says Ben uncertainly.

Erin pinches her nipples to make them hard. “My nipples are kind of hard now, Ben. Do you see?” she says coyly and there is a growl of murmurs as the men crowd in slightly to get a better look at your wife’s erect nipples.

“Well there must be an objective measure here…” says Jenny putting her hand to her chin.

Just then a woman in an evening gown notices your wife standing there in her bra getting ogled by a bunch of businessmen and barges into the group. “Reggie, what are you naughty boys doing over here.”

Witherspoon looks at her with exasperation. “Claudia…” he says.

But Claudia ignores him and addresses Erin. “Darling, what are you doing standing here with your blouse off, with all these lecherous men gazing at your lovely bosom?”

“We are trying to convince Ben that we have talent.” says Erin with a chipper expression, giving a playful fist pump.

“Oh, wait you two are the Lingerie models who do parties. Darlings I heard all about you. So naughty, but isn’t Ben a bit young for this?” she says looking at him appraisingly.

“I’m 22 years old.” he yelps.

“So he’s legal, that’s good.” says Jenny giving Claudia a friendly smile. “You’re right, dear, we should have checked on that first. But now we have this problem where we need an objective measure of the talent of a lingerie party model…”

“Oh, I see where you are going with that.” says Claudia, wrinkling her nose with delight. “Hmm, what could that possibly be?”

Witherspoon is clearly annoyed that Claudia has joined the group but now other people are noticing your wife’s bosom and a crowd is forming.

“Erin, you have some background in science, how would you go about measuring this empirically?” ask Jenny.

“Of course one must start at first principals,” says Erin scrunching her face and toying absenting with her nipples. “The ultimate purpose of this enterprise is probably the arousal of the guests, or in this case, Ben.” she says pointing her boobs at Ben as he looks on in fascination. “Once enough arousal occurs, it’s easier to sell lingerie or whatever really since arousal impedes rational decision making. You knew that, right Ben?” she asks curiously as she shakes her boobs subtly for him.

“Yeah.” he says keeping his eyes glued to your wife’s tits.

“And well arousal in men is easy to measure.” says Erin. “Is your penis hard, Ben?” she asks innocently. Ben just stares at her in astonishment with his mouth hanging open. Your own penis is hard, and you notice other men furtively adjusting themselves as well.

Claudia claps her hands in delight. “Oh you two are terrible!” But Witherspoon shushes her impatiently.

Jenny bends over and examines Ben’s crotch. “Well there is something there, but I can’t tell definitively.” Ben puts his hand over his crotch self-consciously.

“I know, why don’t you help Erin remove her skirt and let’s see what that does for you.” says Jenny snapping her fingers.

“What?” asks Ben in shock.

Erin turns and presents her ass to him, wiggling it slightly and you gasp for air along with the rest of the men. You look back and see other guys enjoying the sight of your wife’s cleavage hanging down.

“Would you please unzip my skirt for me?” asks Erin sweetly. “The zipper is right there at the top.”

“Um…” says Ben looking around in bewilderment at the crowd watching him expectantly.

“What are you waiting for?” asks a voice in the crowd.

Others murmur encouragement and you notice Claudia looking on in utter fascination.

Jenny takes Ben gently by the arm and leads him over to Erin. “You need to work with us here, Ben. We can’t do this if you won’t cooperate. I assume you know how to remove a woman’s skirt.”

Ben gulps then snaps angrily. “Yes, yes. I can do it.” then he unzips your wife’s skirt and starts pulling it down, revealing her gorgeous round ass encased in lace panties. His face is right near her ass as he pulls the skirt to her knees and your cock is throbbing at the site.

“Great ass.” admits Claudia judiciously.

Suddenly your wife looks at Ben with shock over her shoulder and puts her hand to her mouth. “Oh Ben, how dare you I didn’t think you would actually go through with it.”

He pulls his hands away in shock and looks at her with a startled expression. But she and Jenny just break out laughing and Erin kicks her skirt aside. Everyone breaks out laughing as you bend down to pick it up for her and she shoots you a quick glance of gratitude.

“She got you, Ben.” laughs Jenny as Ben blushes a deep red. “But come now, get a load of that rear, will you?” says Jenny as Erin wiggles her ass playfully and looks over her shoulder at Ben.

“Come on, Ben, spank it, she likes it.” says Jenny reaching out and spanking Erin’s butt playfully.

“Come on Ben, don’t be shy.” encourages Erin looking over her shoulder at him, batting her eyelashes, and wiggling her rear seductively.

Ben impulsively steps forward and gives your wife a little tap on the butt.

“There it is!” says Jenny, pointing at the tent in Ben’s trousers. “He’s clearly got an erection now, Erin.” she says with delight.

Erin turns around quickly, “Where?” she asks peering at Ben’s crotch, but he adjusts himself to hide his erection with embarrassment. “Oh, Ben, won’t you show me?” asks Erin plaintively. “Look how much I showed you.” she complains gesturing to her pale, scantily clad figure as she stands before the crowd in just a bra and panties.

“I… just…” Ben says helplessly looking around at the crowd of men hungrily gazing at Erin’s curvy, exposed body.

“Well ok, bashful, just tell us, do you have an erection or not?” asks Jenny with a steeley glint in her eye.

“Yes!” Ben practically shouts, “But you can’t base business decisions on things that make your dick hard.” he says angrily.

Erin puts her finger in her mouth and pouts with disappointment. “Really, Ben?” she asks plaintively. But Ben avoids your wife’s gaze and looks at Witherspoon challengingly. Witherspoon’s eyes are bright with arousal and he just laughs at his prodigy’s outburst.

“Alright, alright. We have a hard case on our hands here Erin. This might call for a little visit to the Cigar Room.” says Jenny, eyeing Ben appraisingly. “What do you think, Reggie?”

Witherspoon gazes at Jenny with delight. “Oh, I think you are right. The crowd here is making Ben nervous. He should consider things in a more relaxed setting.”

Smithers steps forward and claps his hands. “Please people, the show is over, please thank our entertainers and let them adjourn to the dressing room.”

Everyone joins in a round of applause with an occasional catcall from Claudia. Erin is blushing again as she and Jenny take a quick bow, then Jenny puts her arm around Erin’s shoulder and they head off toward the cigar room. Witherspoon has taken Ben and Smithers under each arm and they follow slowly, engaged in an animated exchange of whispers. The crowd is dispersing and you and Max hurry to catch up to the girls.

“I don’t like this.” says Max looking at you with concern.

“Me neither.” you admit.

Claudia joins you two and says, “Oh that was just scandalous. I think I almost fainted several times. Where did you find those two?”

Max looks at her in dismay.

“Oh, sorry, I am Claudia, You are Max, right? This is your concept, correct?” says Claudia quicky. Witherspoon, sees Claudia pestering Max and strides forward to intercede.

“Claudia, must you?” he asks gently, with Ben and Smithers trailing behind him.

“Oh Reggie, don’t be like that.” she says. “Why can’t I have a little chat with Max?”

“We are still in negotiations here.” he says with a smile.

“Oh, some negotiations.” she says with a snort. “Let me come to the cigar room, will you?” she asks sweetly.

“You are always welcome, dear.” he says patiently, “But please try to contain yourself.”

“Yes sir.” she laughs, then stops a server and grabs another drink.

There is a security guard at the door of the cigar room and he stares at Erin’s boobs while he listens to his radio and then opens the door for them.

Witherspoon approaches him and says. “These people are with me.” gesturing to you, Max, Smithers, and Ben. “Call Smithers for clearance if anyone else wants to enter.”

A couple of analysts run up breathlessly at that point, and Witherspoon looks at them with a squint. “You want to to further clarify the business proposition, gentlemen?” he asks them.

“If we may, sir.” says one of the young men with a show of innocence.

He gazes sternly at them for a moment, but they just return his stare with composure. “Stay to the back of the room then.” commands Witherspoon and your all file into the cigar room.

Continued in Chapter 10.


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Party Like a Plutocrat – Ch.8

Chapter 8 – The Naughty Wife Tells Another Tale

Excerpted from “Party Like a Plutocrat

Continued from Chapter 7.
When you get home you take a nap for a few hours and then Erin has Chinese food delivered for dinner. After dinner, you sit in the living room drinking herbal tea, neither one of you able to stomach the idea of alcohol.

“You know, Max might not want to talk about last night, but I just have to know what happened,” you say, looking Erin in the eye seriously.

Erin looks away and blushes. “Honey, I confess, I was… very naughty last night. I teased these rich men with my body a little. And I, uh… obeyed a lot of orders…” She glances over at you nervously.

Your penis expands as she looks at you. “What kind of orders?” you ask her.

She looks away pensively for a moment, then she says. “Let’s do this.” She gets up and pulls down her sweatpants, exposing her dark bush to you, then she strides over and throws herself over your lap with her nice round ass facing you. “I will tell you a thing I did. And then you can spank me right away.”

“Ok,” you say, your cock immediately stiffening. You place a hand on one of her ass cheeks and rub the smooth white skin for a moment. “I want to hear about the cigar room.”

“Oh boy,” she says, facing the floor. “Well as I said, no one would go in there at first, but once Jenny and I got a little drunk, she dared me to go in with her. I said I would, but I wanted to find Reggie first and tell him what we decided.”

You instinctively slap her ass at that, playfully, but still a little sharply. “Why did you do that?”

“I wanted him to see,” she admits to the floor and then moans as you spank her ass again.

“You wanted to him to see you naked!” you shout amazed, pushing her off your lap in anger. “Why?” you shout. She kneels before you, stripping off her top and you are distracted by the sight of her large gorgeous boobs spilling out. Then she reaches over and unzips your fly and your prick comes springing out of your pants.

“You sound angry, but your dick is telling a different story,” she says with a smile tugging your trousers off.

“Um, I’m hot for you, but this is too much,” you complain.

“But, we are just getting started,” she says with a pout. She drops her boobs onto your bare thighs and reaches over to grasp your dong. “Don’t you want to hear what happened?”

“Oh god,” you say as she strokes your cock. “Ok.”

“I wanted Reggie to see us get naked because the idea turned me on, ok? I am a bad, and naughty wife,” says Erin gleefully stroking away.

“We found him ordering some girls to bend over so he and some friends could see how the looked in that position. But when we told him that we wanted to go change in the cigar room, his face lit up and he just left the poor girls bent over touching their toes. He preferred us to them,” she says tossing her head and jerking your cock.

“Yeah,” you say, “I see.”

“Anyway, Jenny told him no smoking and that he better make sure the air filters were running full blast for a few minutes before she would set foot in there. Reggie eagerly complied and then he gathered up a couple of his closest friends for the special show.”

Erin takes a break to suck your cock for a minute. “Oh, I taste some pre-ejaculate. You are enjoying this. I’m wet too, just thinking about last night.”

“Shit,” is all you can think to say.

“So we all go into the cigar room and Reggie and his pals plop their asses into these nice deep leather club chairs and they… unzip their flies casually, like it’s no big deal,” Erin is grinning evilly at you as she pulls your pud. “Can you believe it? I mean they didn’t pull their cocks out but they were getting ready.”

“Go on,” you gulp.

“Well Jenny and I were both wearing nightgowns over our bras and panties. So Reggie asks Jenny to undress me first. Jenny loved the idea and pulled my nightgown off real slow. Then she turns me with my back facing the men and she slowly tugs my panties down. Then she, you know, she has to spank my bare ass for good measure. Then Reggie asks if I would mind bending over so that they could get a better view.” Erin pulls your thing. “You know, he doesn’t say he wants to get a better view of my pussy, just a better view.”

“And I assume you bent over?” you say, you stomach filled with ice.

“Just like a slut,” she laughs. “I bent right over and then I asked him sweetly if he could see well enough.” Erin gives your rod another tug for emphasis. “So he says, that he enjoys what he sees very much, but he asks Jenny if she would terribly mind spreading my thighs apart slightly.”

“Are you kidding me?” you yelp, and the next thing you know, you are spurting cum into your wife’s face and she eagerly takes your cock in her mouth to suck the remaining semen out.

“Jesus,” you say, pulling your hair and pacing around the room as she kneels on the floor looking up at you with a startled expression. “How could you?”

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I was dripping wet I was so into it. I am dripping wet now just recalling it.”

“Oh shit, get over here,” you say, sitting back down and helping her up to lay across your lap again. You spank her a few times playfully as she fingers her clitoris and the you sink a few fingers into her vagina while she masturbates herself and moans with pleasure.

“So Jenny spread me wide for them to see and I looked back between my legs and I could see them pulling on their cocks while they watched. One guy had his wife sitting on the edge of his chair pulling it for him.” Erin is panting rapidly now and you pull your fingers out of her and give her a sharp slap on the ass which pushes her into a climax. After she is finished cumming, she crawls off your lap and sits cross legged on the couch next to you.

“Do you hate me now?” she asks meekly.

You take her in your arms and rock her back and forth for a few minutes. “Yes,” you say. “I do.”

Erin breaks out in laughter and then starts crying at the same time. “I can’t… you are too good to me…no actually, you are a fucker…” she slaps you on the shoulder. “You can’t really be mad,” she says bravely.

“That’s pretty twisted, isn’t it, having your friend strip you down and spread your twat so a bunch of rich bastards can jerk themselves off,” you shake your head in disbelief and your cock actually starts getting hard again.

“I know, and the one guy couldn’t even be bothered to do it himself, but made his wife do it,” laughs Erin gleefully, wiping tears from her eyes.

“But what, what happened next?” you ask, looking her in the eyes.

“Well Jenny got my bra off and then spun me around so that they could see my boobs… and I could see their cocks… Witherspoon has a nice one and the way he looked at me while he stroked it… as though inviting me to come and try it out myself…” she is breathing heavily at the thought.

“Jesus, Erin, are you really hot for that guy?” you ask incredulously, as your cock slowly stands back up.

“I don’t know…” she says, examining your cock with interest. “He just has this way of looking at me and telling me what to do, and asking me things. He just casually asked if I minded that he was touching himself like that. I mean the guy is jerking his wang while Jenny squeezes my nipples at his request and it’s like he asked to borrow a pencil or something. I don’t know… he’s a dirty man, but refined. I guess he makes me hot. But of course, I don’t love him. I love you,” and she squeezes your cock gently to see if it’s ready yet.

“Too tender still,” you say. Then you take a deep breath. “Ok, I can deal with this. We’ve been together a long time. We will get through this. Is that the worst thing that happened?”

“Well, I… maybe…” she says looking at you uncertainly. “That I did anyway. Jenny was a little more naughty.”

“Jesus, what did she do?” you ask with interest.

“I can’t tell you,” she says wistfully looking away. “You may be my husband, but she’s my best friend and she hasn’t told Max about it yet.”

“Max doesn’t want to know about it,” you say. “I sure won’t tell him.”

“Oh, what do you care anyway?’ asks Erin lightly.

“I’m just curious, like anyone would be,” you say. But Erin notices that your cock is pulsing with anticipation.

“Hmm, I don’t know how I should feel about your interest in Jenny’s activities,” she says pointing to your cock. “But after Jenny got my bra off, I got down and spread my legs for the plutocrats and a couple of them shot their wads into turkish towels that were handy.”

“You spread your legs?” you ask.

“Sure, why not?” she says with a shrug. “I mean I had gone that far. I even asked Reggie if I was spreading wide enough and if he could see everything that he was interested in.” She sees your cock throbbing and grasps it tentatively.

“yeah, that’s good,” you say and she starts stroking it gently. “But Reggie didn’t cum even then, huh?” you ask.

“Nope,” she says with a sigh of disappointment. Once his friends got cleaned up they left and some other guys came in. Reggie asked me to put on a shelf bra but leave my panties off and then he had me undress Jenny.” She feels your cock react and then looks at you with surprise. “Jesus, that really turns you on. Are you hot for Jenny or something?” she asks accusingly.

“No! It’s just a kinky situation,” you say defensively.

“You better not be!” she says fussily. “Anyway I strip Jenny down for him and you can tell that she’s the one he’s really into. His face is covered in sweat and he is really jerking it.” Erin sees that you are hard enough and climbs gracefully onto your lap and lowers herself onto your straining prick. “Ahhh. that’s nice,” she says as she engulfs you with her hot wet pussy.

“Where was I? Oh yeah, so Jenny is naked and spreading for him and she props herself up on her elbows and asks him casually why he doesn’t just come over and stick it into her. Was he embarrassed to fuck the help in front of his big shot buddies?” Erin is bouncing frantically on your cock rubbing herself and panting. You can barely hold it. “This put Reggie over the edge. He jumps up and stands over her but he can’t hold it and starts shooting his load right onto her belly. And she just laughs at him and calls him a pre-ejaculator.” At that you have an orgasm yourself, shooting a meager load up into your wife. When she feels you cumming, she cums again too. But she doesn’t climb off, she just continues her story for you.

“When Jenny calls Reggie a pre-ejacultor, he just agrees good naturedly and promises to try to do better next time if she will give him another opportunity,” Erin tells you her face slick with sweat from so much sex. “His friends had all cum themselves at that point and everyone cleaned up and filed out to get another drink laughing at Jenny’s audacity. I helped clean Jenny up and… you know, we put on another sexy outfit and went back out to work the party. And it’s really disturbing the way you came right at the point in the story where Jenny got a load shot on her, as though you were picturing yourself cumming on my girlfriend,” she says looking you in the eyes.

“No, I was picturing myself managing to hold it until I could crawl on top and put it in a few times so I could finish inside her,” you say pinching your wife’s nipples.

“Omigod, don’t even joke about that,” she says climbing off you, obviously upset.

“Are you serious?” you say amazed. ‘You go and literally spread your cunt for a bunch of rich fuckers to gaze at while they jerk themselves and even ask them politely if you are being a filthy enough slut to please them, but, but.. if I… even joke about fucking your girlfriend…” you are sputtering with anger now.

“That’s different,” she snaps. “You got off on the idea of me being a slut and following orders. I can’t get off on the idea of you fucking Jenny. It makes me insecure,” she whines.

“Insecure?” you ask. “But you slutting around with actual billionaires doesn’t make me insecure?”

“Apparently it doesn’t” she sniffs wiping a tear away. “I know that’s weird, but that’s how it seems to be.”

“Jesus, ok, I won’t… you know… fuck Jenny…” you say lamely.

“Dammit, I know that,” she says forcing a smile. “She wouldn’t let you. You’re supposed to promise not to talk about or even make me aware of your fantasy to fuck my best friend. Ok?”

“Oh, sure, well, that’s easy,” you say. “I don’t actually fantasize about fucking her…”

“Good man,” she says approvingly, now let’s go to the bedroom and let me see if I can think of some other slutty thing I did last night for me to tell you about. I want to see how many hardons I can get out of you in one night.”

Continued in Chapter 9.


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Party Like a Plutocrat – Ch.7

Chapter 7 – A Less Auspicious Morning After

Excerpted from “Party Like a Plutocrat

Continued from Chapter 6.

You and Max are awoken in the morning by Erin and Jenny as they come into the living room to find you sprawled out on couches.

“Whoa, look at you two.” laughs Jenny. “I told you not to wait up.”

“Where do you want this, ma’am?” asks the driver carrying the suitcase into the living room.

“Oh, just put it down anywhere Edward.” says Jenny casually.

“Very good, ma’am. Have a nice day. It was a pleasure serving you.” he says touching his cap as he heads out the door.

“Bye, Edward.” says Erin with a little wave.

“Good bye, ma’am.” he says, closing the door behind him.

“I guess we better make breakfast for these two.” Jenny says to Erin.

“Yep, go wash up a bit dear, you look awful.” says Erin, tousling your hair tenderly and going off to join Jenny in the kitchen.

You do feel a bit rough, as you climb to your feet and head to the bathroom in the guest bedroom. After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you feel a little better, so you head to the kitchen for some coffee.

“Hello, sunshine.” says your wife happily as you enter the kitchen. “What would you like to eat?”

“I don’t know, what are you having?” you ask blearily.

Erin and Jenny exchange looks. “Uh, we had breakfast with Reggie this morning.” she says.

“Reggie?” asks Max, entering the kitchen.

“She means Witherspoon.” says Jenny. “You two don’t look like you couldn’t handle bacon and eggs today. How about some nice dry toast.”

“That’s a dear.” says Max. “And can you toss me an aspirin?”

“Reggie.” you mutter as Erin puts a cup of coffee before you and joins you at the kitchen table.

The sun is shining, and a warm breeze is blowing through the open window again, but your mood is less buoyant than it was the last time you had breakfast here.

“Well we couldn’t call him Witherspoon all night, could we?” says Jenny. “That might have gotten a bit awkward.”

“Of course, you definitely need to be on a first name basis when you are stripping naked in front of a fellow while he puffs a cigar and looks you over appraisingly.” you snap irritably. “ ‘How’s this, Reggie? Did I trim my bush to your liking?’ ”

“Whoa, there Ted. Someone needs a cup of coffee.” says Jenny trying to calm you down but unable to refrain from laughing at your comment.

“It wasn’t like that, dear.” says Erin softly, taking your hand in hers and looking at your searchingly.

“No?” you ask miserably, not making eye contact.

“Oh no…” she says seriously. “Jenny made them stop smoking before I went in there to show them my bush.”

Jenny and Max break out in raucous laughter and you can’t help but join in though you have a cold feeling deep in the pit of your stomach.

“We’re laughing about it, but you did that, you went and undressed in that cigar room.” you say with a sick smile.

“Yes dear.” she says squaring her shoulders and looking you in the eye. “We did.”

“You know, there will be plenty of time to talk about this.” says Jenny bringing toast to the table. “Let’s have some toast and coffee and try to relax a little first, ok?”

“Ok, Ok, I’m sorry.” you say. Erin squeezes your hand and smiles at you lovingly.

“So what did you two last night while we were… out?” ask Jenny.

“Oh you know, we have some whores over and did some coke.” says Max taking a bite of toast.

Everyone has a good chuckle at that.

“We went to the club for dinner and drinks and they ended up calling us a car.” you admit finishing your coffee. Erin swipes you empty cup and jumps up to pour you another. “Thanks, dear.” you say as she returns the steaming mug to you.

“No wonder you both look so hungover.” says Erin sympathetically.

“Oh, and we bumped into Linda and she saw your text about some game where models undress one another for the gentlemen.” you say, arching an eyebrow and looking at Erin to see her response.

She widens her eyes dramatically and says “Uh-oh.” Then she turns to Jenny and whines. “You know her, she will blab to everyone!”

Max pats her hand soothingly. “No, no, dear. She thought you and Ted were doing some kind of roleplay via text.”

“What was Linda wearing, by the way?” Jenny asks Max appraisingly.

“What?” he says nervously. “Oh, I don’t notice these things. A skirt maybe?”

“Uh, huh.” says Jenny giving him a knowing look. “A short skirt?”

“Maybe, I don’t recall” he says. Then he recovers his composure. “Hey, now, you can’t really call me on this. You paraded around half naked in front of a bunch of billionaires all night last night. I think I deserve a free pass to look at Linda’s ass now and then.”

Jenny nods her head and laughs, tweaking Max’s nipple playfully. “I’ve seen you looking at her.” she says.

“Also, just to clarify, Jenny did get more than half-naked last night.” says Erin primly, sipping her coffee.

“Quiet, you. We will get to that.” says Jenny with a smile.

“Ok, I’ve had some coffee and toast now.” you say weakly. “Can we talk about this lingerie party last night?”

“Are you ready, Max?” asks Jenny, looking at Max with concern.

“Sure, why are you looking at me?” he says.

“Take your aspirin.” she says getting him a glass of water.

“Ok, ok.” he says, “You are making me nervous now. I’m a big boy, I can take it. Ted is the one that is freaking out.”

“No, I’ll be ok.” you say.

At that point the hummingbird reappears. It hovers again before the window and you all stare at it in fascination. It’s wings are a blur and it’s iridescent belly shines in the sunlight. It seems to contemplate you all for a moment before disappearing suddenly from view.

“There’s that bird again.” says Erin wistfully.

“Should we begin at the beginning?” asks Jenny nervously.

“I’d first like to know why you didn’t come back last night.” you say, trying to maintain a reasonable tone but feeling a little upset.

“Oh well, see… that was actually Reg- err- Witherspoon’s plan all along. There were rooms set aside for all the models to stay over.” says Erin innocently. “It was fun, actually, we made a slumber party out of it.”

“A slumber party?” says Max.

“You know, there were four other models, and they were younger and Erin and I sort of took them under our wings last night.” says Jenny with a little smile.

“Oh they were such darlings, so innocent.” says Erin with an animated expression. “You would really like them, Ted. So gorgeous.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” you say. “I love hanging out with gorgeous 20 year old models. Maybe we can all go get our nails done together.”

Erin laughs and slaps your shoulder.

“I heard you were teaching them to play peekaboo, Erin.” says Max with a lewd grin.

Erin squints at him playfully. “I can tell you wish you were there to see it, too.” she says.

“Well of course.” he says tilting his head.

“Stop thinking about Erin’s bush for a second, Max. It’s unseemly.” says Jenny with mock severity. “Let’s start at the beginning.”

Max gives her a hurt expression and motions for her to proceed.

Jenny sighs. “Well, I think we mentioned that the house itself wasn’t actually very impressive.”

“It was decorated like a hotel.” says Erin distastefully. “I was really expecting something more lavish.”

“We entered via the staff entrance which was a bit weird.” says Jenny. “Then they took us upstairs to a suite of rooms being used for the party.”

“The spread was nice, but not fantastic.” says Erin. “You know, shrimp cocktail and such but no caviar or truffles or anything.”

“The booze was all top shelf though.” says Jenny.

“I don’t care about that stuff.” you say. “What about the cigar room?”

“Yeah, the cigar room.” says Jenny uncomfortably. “We are getting to that. Witherspoon took the models aside and explained that the there would be two dressing rooms for us to use. The regular dressing room was private and no men would be allowed inside. The door was actually watched by female security person. But the uninhibited among us were invited to use the cigar room to change in, if we wanted to. He made it clear that this room was not private but that only himself and his closest associates would be allowed in. He assured us that we could rely on their discretion.”

“Discretion or not, you would have to be pretty uninhibited to do that.” you laugh nervously.

“Well Reggie said that he would be greatly gratified if we would consider using that room.” says Erin blushing slightly. “Though you can be sure that we all opted for the private dressing room right away.” she finishes with a laugh.

“But not once you got sauced up.” you prompt, your penis swelling slightly at the thought.

“We will get to that.” says Jenny. “Everyone was nervous at first, but the younger models were much more nervous than we were. None of them had done a private party like this. They were used to runway stuff.”

“It actually made us feel much better to console them.” says Erin. “It relieved our own jitters.”

“As we picked out outfits, Erin and I told them about the party we had here.” says Jenny, smiling distantly at the recollection.

“They were utterly scandalized.” laughs Erin. “None of them were expecting that sort of thing.”

‘So we told them to come and get Erin or I if anyone requested some kinky stuff and we would take care of it.” says Jenny confidently.

“Wait, what?” says Max. “Kinky stuff?”

Jenny misses a beat at Max’s reaction. “Well, you know, like asking to show how something unfastens or something.” she says.

“Or how an elastic band feels?” he asks arching a brow.

“Well, yes, actually.” says Jenny with a wan smile. “I mean these girls were so nervous, I felt bad for them.”

“Uh huh.” says Max with a sly smile.

“They sort of stood around stiffly in their lingerie, too embarrassed to mingle with the guests.” says Erin.

“Well not every woman casually flashes her nipples for strangers at a party.” you say trying to smile to soften the phrase.

“This was the beginning of the night, dear.” says Erin lightly. “We were all sober and picked out the most modest stuff. No one was showing off nipples at that point in the evening I assure you.”

“Right,” continues Jenny. “But even fairly covered up, the younger girls were just too nervous to get into it.”

“Get into what, exactly?” you ask, genuinely interested now.

“Get into the party and enjoy themselves.” says Erin. “Reggie wanted us to just mingle and talk and have fun. Go at our own pace.”

“But you and Jenny enjoyed yourselves?” you ask skeptically.

“I have to admit, seeing some wives there threw me for a loop.” says Erin. “But Jenny just marched us right over to the first couple we saw and jumped right into conversation with the wife.”

“Geez, that took guts. What did you say?” asks Max looking at his wife with admiration.

“I asked her if she liked the outfit.” laughs Jenny. “What I discovered right away was that all the women there were real players. These were some high power ladies. Also, you don’t snag a billionaire by being squeamish. Even though some didn’t like the idea of tagging along to a lingerie party, they put up with it and were determined to use it their advantage somehow. I took them aside and asked how they wanted to proceed. Some asked me to flirt with their husbands so that they could use that against them later, others just preferred that we buzz off. But they all appreciated my frank approach.”

“Jenny really handled herself well with the power wives.” says Erin smiling at Jenny. “I think they would have eaten me for breakfast otherwise.”

“Erin’s big boobs and ass got her a lot of attention.” admits Jenny. “Some of the wives might have taken exception to that if we didn’t watch our step. But I warned her who to steer clear of.”

“Of course, plenty of men were looking at Jenny too, especially later in the evening…” said Erin but she stops when Jenny shoots her a look.

Max notices that exchange and says, “I guess you will get around to that.” he says uncertainly.

You get up and get more coffee, finally starting to feel alive.

“Ok, so there was just this cocktail party and the models were wearing lingerie and just going around talking to the guests?” you ask scratching your head.

“Pretty much.” says Erin with a shrug. “But then Reggie takes us aside and points out how stiff and uncomfortable the younger girls were acting.”

“Hmm, I sense this is where the talent thing comes in.” mutters Max.

“Right.” says Jenny with a smile. “Reggie takes us over to a group of guys talking to a couple of the other models. The guys were just trying to make small talk but the girls were just acting petulant and sullen, crossing their arms to cover their boobs and sort of turning sideways self-consciously.”

“So Reggie asks Jenny and I if there was anything we could do about it.” says Erin with a glint in her eye. “Luckily Jenny had an idea.”

“So I came out and asked the girls who they thought had the nicest boobs among us.” says Jenny with delight. “The girls all blushed like crazy and giggled like school girls, even Erin.”

“She was so brash.” gushes Erin looking at her fondly.

“Then I said, well, really we can’t be the judge since women can be so catty with each other, we should just let the men decide. And I got them all to line up with Erin in the middle.” says Jenny with a glint in her eye.

“Reggie was delighted. You should have seen him.” says Erin, touching Max’s hand.

“Oh, I’ll bet.” says Max with a smile, warming up to the story.

“So Jenny has us all in a line, and then she goes down the line and makes each girl put her arms down by her sides and pushes her shoulders back. ‘Don’t be bashful,’ she says. ‘Let the fellows get a good look at this rack. Who knows yours might be judged the best.’ Some of the girls had really lacey tops and Jenny pinched their nipples a little to make them poke. ‘The Gentlemen prefer hard nipples, don’t you boys?’ she asked and they were just eating it up. Pretty soon a big crowd had gathered and all the girls were laughing and blushing, but sticking their chests out and looking beautiful.”

“Of course I had to single Erin out and harass her the most.” laughs Jenny. “I made her take off the thin nightgown she had on over her bra and panties so that the men could get a better look at those knockers.” she pauses to give you a wink and Erin reaches over and pushes up on your jaw because you had your mouth hanging open and didn’t realize it.

“And then I turned her sideways so that the men could how far out her boobs jutted. And of course I squeezed them and pinched her nipples and remarked on how full they were.”

“Then she made me jump up and down so they would bounce.” puts in Erin, her eyes bright with excitement.

“Oh, yeah, all the guys liked that. Everyone’s eyes were glued to Erins boobies. You should have seen the guys adjusting themselves trying to hide their boners.”

“Ok…we get the picture.” you say irritably and then try to rearrange your own hardon under the table without anyone noticing.
“Anyway, they voted my boobs the best.” says Erin quickly. “So I was feeling a little cocky and I took over the MC position and made Jenny get in line so that the men could judge legs. And you know, the girls were less self-conscious about their legs and also being in a group made them more confident, so they hammed it up a little, and I made them do a chorus line kind of thing. And then… yeah, it was fun.” she says stopping to take a drink of coffee and smiling down into her cup.

“It sound like you are skipping something.” says Max with trepidation.

“Well a lot happened last night, dear.” says Jenny, rubbing his arm.

You heave a huge sigh and realize that you had been holding your breath. “So it sounds like you and Jenny breathed some life into the party.” you say.

“Oh yeah, Reggie, really thanked us a lot after the little contest.” says Erin. “Of course as the night went on, the girls all had a few more drinks and loosened up and everyone got a bit more… playful.”

“Playful?” you ask unhappily.

“Look, maybe we should just talk about this later…at home… alone…” says Erin looking at you significantly.

“Witherspoon wants to have us to yet another party next week and this time you and Max are welcome to come along.” says Erin.

“Uh, is this another paid gig for you two?” asks Max incredulously.

“I don’t think so.” says Jenny. “He just asked us to attend as guests.”

“That’s even better.” says Max, rubbing his hands together. “I think things are really going to come together. In fact, I don’t even want to hear any more about the party from last night. I say let’s just put that behind us.”

Jenny heaves a visible sigh of relief and says. “Ok, but if you really want to know, I will tell you.”

Max just shakes his head. “I want to focus on the future. If Witherspoon is going to offer me a business deal, I don’t want my judgement clouded by any petty jealousies.”

Erin looks at him incredulously and then over at Jenny, but Jenny just shrugs her shoulders.

“Ok, see you folks next week then.” says Erin. “Come along, Ted, let me take you home and help you nurse that hangover.”

You just stammer, “But, but…” as she hustles you out the door.

Continued in Chapter 8.

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Party Like a Plutocrat – Ch.6

Chapter 6 – The Models Give Updates via Text

Excerpted from “Party Like a Plutocrat

Continued from Chapter 5.

You and Max are having a few drinks at the country club when you he receives a text message from Jenny.

“Oh, hey. Jenny sent a text,” says Max excitedly. “Witherspoon place big but plain,” he reads.

“Yeah, I guess money and style don’t necessarily go hand in hand,” you say leaning back in the deep leather club chair and admiring the view of the golf course through the large picture windows here in the country club lounge. Ironically, it was Max who had the social connections to secure a membership for himself and his wife and they sponsored you and Erin a couple of years ago. The lounge is done up like a 19th century gentleman’s club. There is wood paneling and bookshelves along each wall. The lighting is warm and dim and furniture is all heavy and substantial. You hear the faint sounds of a snooker game from the other room.

You phone buzzes and you pull it it out to read a text from Erin. “Here’s one from Erin. ‘McMansion.’ she says.”

Another text comes from Jenny and you and Max put your phones side by side so you can see the messages as the girls send them.

Jenny: Security said we can keep our phones, but no pics. They put tape over the lens and it’s impossible to get off. Hope it doesn’t damage my phone.

Max chuckles and texts back: 25k should buy an adequate replacement.

Erin: We aren’t the only models! But the others are ALL in their 20s – and GORGEOUS. Ugh – feeling inadequate.

Max just shrugs, “That’s not too surprising.”

“Sure the more the merrier,” you say with a smile, trying to picture a party with a bunch of lingerie models wandering around showing off their goods. Your member swells slightly at the thought.

Jenny: There are some WIVES here!

“Now that is something I didn’t expect,” says Max taking a drink.

“I am picturing trophy wives powerless to object to the whims of their super-rich husbands,” you mutter, lowering your voice and smiling to wave to another couple you know as they pass by.

Erin: Wow! Two dressing rooms. One private, one not.

You and Max exchange concerned looks. “Ask her what that means,” urges Max nervously.

You just text back a single character: ?

Erin: the ‘uninhibited’ are ‘invited’ to change in the ‘cigar room’ – in front of fat rich guys smoking apparently. Don’t worry – Jenny and I opted for the private

“That’s twisted.” says Max with admiration. “The things you can do if you have enough money.”

“It’s decadent,” you admit. “But it almost sounds like the kind of thing you do when you can’t get it up any other way.”

“Ha, sounds like sour grapes,” says Matt. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind sitting back and watching a bunch of beautiful young women changing while you sit back and enjoy a casual cognac.”

“Maybe, but you would be too busy choking on the cigar smoke to enjoy yourself,” you laugh.

“You just ruined my fantasy,” says Max with a smile.

Jenny: Changing time. The other girls are so nervous, Erin and I have to comfort them. Poor things.

“Yeah, younger women are usually more uptight,” you say taking a drink thoughtfully. “Hey Max, how are you dealing with this? Erin really seems to relish the idea of showing off her body to strange men and it’s a side of her I’ve never seen before.”

“Yeah, that peekaboo game was pretty raunchy,” admits Max and then gives you an apologetic smile when you glare at him. “Sorry. It’s weird that I’ve seen Erin practically naked now, but you also got an eyeful of Jenny’s body too. So I guess we are even, right?”

You shift uncomfortably at the thought of Jenny’s jutting exposed breasts starts to give you an erection. “Yeah. But we are old friends, I don’t really mind that so much. It’s how Erin is acting. She seems to be enjoying this more than Jenny is. But she has always been so… modest… up until now.”

“I am surprised at both of them really. I almost had a heart attack when Jenny showed up with her tits sticking out,” he says rubbing his sweaty palms on the thighs of his trousers.

“True, Jenny was competing for attention,” you say, smiling at the thought.

“Look at that smile on your face,” says Max, shaking his head. “Then Jenny handed over her leg for Witherspoon to fondle as though it were nothing.”

“Erin said he asks to see her pussy as casually as asking to pass the salt,” you say ruefully, but your cock grows harder at the thought.

“Uh, yeah,” says Max, and you suspect he is getting turned on too.

Just then a woman you know named Linda notices you and comes over.

“Hello Ted, Hello Max,” she says as you stand to greet her. “Where are your beautiful wives this evening.”

“Girls night out,” says Max without missing a beat, giving Linda a friendly hug. “And where’s your little tribe?”

“Oh Sam took the day off and brought the kids to the pool for a day of swimming. I am just meeting them here for dinner now.”

Just then your phone buzzes with another text from Erin.

Erin: The gentlemen like the game where one model undresses another. 😉

Linda glances down at the text and furrows her brow. You grab your phone and stick it in your pocket as Linda blushes furiously. She gives you a strange look then breaks out laughing. “My goodness, I’m so sorry, Ted. I was snooping on your texts without thinking.”

“Oh, that’s… not your fault,” you say awkwardly, your own face reddening.

“What did it say?” asks Max, maintaining a straight face.

“None of your business,” says Linda with a sly smile. “But it looks like Ted and Erin are doing some sort of sexting roleplay.”

You just roll your eyes. “Linda, please.”

“No, no, don’t be embarrassed. In fact, I might just try that with Sam sometime,” she says with a mischievous grin.

“That’s nice,” you say sarcastically.

“Good night, boys,” she says twinkling her fingers at you and Max and giving you a special wink.

You and Max watch her rear as Linda sashays away in her short skirt.

“Is she shaking it more than usual?” asks Max.

“I don’t know, but let’s get dinner,” you say, showing Max the last text.

“Oh, that is kinky,” he says as you head off to the dining room. “I wish we could be there.”

You and Max get a table out on the patio overlooking the 18th green. It’s a mild summer evening and the sun has just set behind the wooded hills. Torches are lit all around casting their flickering light over the happy families enjoying their dinners alfresco. Linda and Sam wave from the other side of the patio as the hostess leads you to your table and you see Linda lean over and whisper something in Sam’s ear. He pauses for a minute, makes a strange face, then gives you a thumbs up with a smile. You wave him off dismissively and shake your head.

“It is unfortunate that Linda saw that text,” chuckles Max. “She is going to tease you and Erin about that mercilessly.”

“She will spread it around too, I don’t doubt,” you mutter with annoyance.

The waiter comes over and you order a ribeye with a loaded baked potato and a beer. Max orders the lobster after receiving assurance that it’s live from Maine.

Soon there is a nice cold beer before you and you try to lean back and enjoy the evening.

“Ugh, the girls are undressing each other while a bunch of fat cats look on and pop boners for them right now,” you sigh, unsure whether this annoys your or arouses you more.

“Oh, you’ll feel better once we eat,” says Max, waving at another couple he knows as they take a seat a few tables over.

Presently the food comes and you tuck in with relish. You are just enjoying a nice fatty bit of steak when Max gets another text.

Jenny: The younger models are pretty uptight, so Witherspoon is having Erin teach them to play peekaboo. The men are all getting a big kick out of that.

“That’s hot,” says Max simply dipping a chunk of lobster claw into his drawn butter and then popping into his mouth in satisfaction.

“It is,” you admit, surreptitiously adjusting the erection in your trousers.

“I assume that she’s teaching them by demonstration,” he says giving you a sly glance.

“Yes, she probably is, ok? My wife is probably flashing her bush for every guy to enjoy right now,” you say slightly annoyed.

The couple at the next table looks over at you in surprise and Max kicks you under the table, he face turning deep red as he tries to suppress his laughter.

“Get a grip on yourself,” he hisses at you, leaning forward with a gleeful smile.

You turn your attention to your steak and the other couple resumes their meal after a moment. You peek over to see them shaking their heads and smiling at one another.

“That was ill advised, sorry,” you admit quietly.

“Just eat your steak, and let’s get out of here,” says Max quietly with a smile as he glances around the patio. “We know too many people here.”

You finish your meal and let Max pick up the tab for dinner. He is happy to do it since he is so rarely flush with cash. On your way out the door you get a text from Erin.

Erin: maybe we will regret breaking our two drink limit, but Jenny wants to try changing in the cigar room.

You show Max as you head out to the lobby. He turns a little green when he sees that.

“Would it do any good to tell her not to?” he asks you.

Just then the club Concierge, James, approaches you with a smile.

“Hello Ted, Hello Max,” he says warmly.

“James,” you say simply, “Excuse me, I need to text my wife.”

James puts a friendly hand on your shoulder. “This will only take a moment. I’m sure you two recall our policy about drinking and driving. Your drink bill got flagged by the system so we have a car waiting for you. The valets are just waiting for me to tell them where to take your car.”

You and Max exchange a look of resignation.

“Sorry about the bother,” says James with a contrived squint.

“No, no, it’s a good policy,” you say with a sigh. “Just have my car taken over to Max’s place.”

James looks at you with concern.

“He’ll be staying over tonight,” Max explains.

“Ok, that’s fine. Please don’t drive tonight, Ted,” says James. “Think of how we would feel if you got into an accident.” Then he touches his ear and mutters something into his radio.

“Have a nice night, gentlemen, and send Jenny and Erin my regards,” he says with a friendly wave.

You text back to Erin as you head out the door toward the waiting car: Maybe you shouldn’t

The doorman holds the door open for you and Max almost stumbles getting in.

“Oh jeez, you are drunk,” you laugh uneasily, distracted by the thought of Erin getting changed in front of those billionaires.

“You’re the one who blurted out that bit about your wife’s bush at the dinner table!” shouts Max with a laugh.

The driver just shakes his head and raises the glass partition as he pulls away.

You drive in silence for while struggling with your emotions.

“If they change in the cigar room, there is no chance of keeping their bikini areas covered,” you say distractedly as you look out the window.

“That’s fairly obvious,” says Max uncomfortably. “But maybe they chickened out.”

“They broke their drink limit,” you add looking at him with a frown.

“True, that’s not a good sign,” he admits.

You arrive at Max’s house and the driver lets you out. The valet pulls your car into Max’s driveway and hands you the keys. You tip him a bit more than usual and thank him as the valet hops into the car you came in for a ride back to the club.

Finally you get another text from Erin.

Erin: Oops, too late. I have been a little naughty tonight, I might need some extra punishment tomorrow. 😉

“What did she say?”, asks Max anxiously as he unlocks the door and let’s you in.

“Uh, they did the cigar room thing,” you say shakily. You heart is racing at the thought of your wife stripping completely nude while a bunch of men sit and around, watching and smoking cigars.

“And making comments…” you says distractedly.

“What?” says Max.

“Those guys are watching our wives get naked, and they are probably making comments…” you say.

Max gulps. “I don’t want to think about that right now,” he says queasily.

You and Max, stay up listening to jazz and drinking as you wait for the girls to return.

At two am you text Erin: When are you coming home?

But you never receive a response.

Continued in Chapter 7.

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