Wife’s Rich Friend Needs Oxytocin

By Gustav Jorgenson

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Wife Tries Prostitution

By Gustav Jorgenson

Excerpted from “Slut Wife, Happy Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The girls exchanged a worried glance but said nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ve clearly lost your mind.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Vera you are drunk,” I sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vera blushed and waved at the men bashfully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“One hundred dollars!” shouted Sheila triumphantly.

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

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

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

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

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

“I will?” asked Vera.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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NEW! Slut Wife, Happy Life: Naughty Wife Tales, also availabe as an audiobook.
Exhibitionist Wife Tales: 15 stories of wives cheating in public
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Wife Strips for a Stranger in Front of her Husband

By Gustav Jorgenson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, what?” exclaimed Joshua in shock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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NEW! Slut Wife, Happy Life: Naughty Wife Tales, also availabe as an audiobook.
Exhibitionist Wife Tales: 15 stories of wives cheating in public
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Nerdy Wife Fucked by Jock

by Gustav Jorgenson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah well, it’s good to meet people with different points of view,” said Joey, furrowing his brow.

Eleanor was surprised to hear Joey making such a cogent observation. He seems to genuinely want to spend time with them. The idea that he was lonely crossed her mind and Eleanor felt herself feeling sympathetic toward Joey.

“I’m not such a bad guy once you get to know me,” continued Joey earnestly. “Here, Eleanor, come sit with me on the couch and let’s chat.” He patted the couch next to him suggestively with one hand while the other hand strayed back to rummage around his groin.

Eleanor watches in fascination as Joey’s bulge grew again while he seemed to be rubbing his testicles through his sweatpants. She looked uncertainly at her husband who was gazing at Joey with plain distaste. “I, uh,” she said hesitantly.

“Come on now, I don’t bite,” said Joey with a toothy grin.

“Well, OK,” agreed Eleanor, rising to her feet and looking down at her husband.

Arthur gave her a pained look but didn’t know how to object in a polite way, so he kept his mouth shut. Eleanor pressed her lips together tightly and joined Joey on the couch. Eleanor felt his body giving off heat next to her and could smell a slight tangy scent of body odor emanating from him. She felt slightly repulsed and yet slightly drawn to him and she caught herself staring down at his crotch as the bulge in his sweatpants resumed it’s prodigious proportion.

“So, Herman, who’s doing your girlfriend tonight?” asked Joey amicably, as Lester and Arthur cleaned up the Catan board. He yawned expansively and stretched out his big arms in both directions, then he slid one big limb behind Eleanor and wrapped it around her shoulder, drawing her up against her side. Eleanor gasped and put her hand on Joey’s thigh reflexively and was momentarily distracted by how solidly muscled his leg was.

“Hey, uh,” objected Arthur weakly. He could feel his armpit growing damp with anxiety.

“Yes, Arthur?” asked Joey innocently as he gripped Eleanor tightly.

“That’s, err, my wife,” choked Arthur, finding it hard to breathe as his heart pounded in his chest.

“I know,” responded Joey smugly. “She’s very soft and snuggly.” He grasped Eleanor’s side playfully and she broke out giggling in spite of herself.

“Stop it,” she squealed, struggling to suppress her laughter as she wriggled free from his grasp.

“Oh, sorry,” said Joey, withdrawing his arm from her and resuming his self-fondling.

“That’s better,” said Eleanor, pulling at the hem of her skirt primly. “Now behave yourself,” she said with a little smile. She couldn’t help feeling flattered by his attention. Men rarely paid much attention to her, let alone macho guys like Joey and she wondered if she should wear revealing clothes like this more often. She liked feeling desirable.

Arthur just stared open mouthed at his wife sitting there with Joey, unsure of what to do. She was clearly enjoying his advances and the jealousy was tying his stomach in knots. But Joey quickly kept the conversation moving.

“So you were telling us about poly, uh, poly-mony,” said Joey with a smirk as he struggled with the pronunciation.

“It’s pronounced poly-am-ory,” replied Herman with a derisive snort. “And I wasn’t actually talking about it, it’s a personal matter.” Herman tried to hold himself upright with dignity, but he felt terrible for Arthur and couldn’t help feeling guilty about what was happening.

“Oh, do tell us,” chirped Eleanor timidly. “I am curious about it.” She glanced at her husband nervously. Arthur had made vague references to polyamory previously but they had never sat down and discussed it properly. She knew that this wasn’t the right time or place to discuss it and she felt a bit naughty encouraging Herman to talk about it with Joey in the room.

Herman gulped and glanced at Arthur inquisitively but Arthur just nodded his head slightly to give his acquiescence. He did want to broach the topic with his wife even though he felt weird doing it in front of this jerk Joey.

“Ok, well, polyamory is a type of relationship that acknowledges that people can have love for more than one other romantic partner,” said Herman.

“Chicks don’t dig it when you cheat on them usually,” brayed Joey crudely.

Herman rolled his eyes in response. “It’s not cheating, Joey. Everyone knows about the other partners and agrees to the relationships,” he said tightly.

“Yeah? That sounds good to me. Where do you meet chicks into that?” asked Joey skeptically.

“You don’t have a girlfriend at all, Joey?” asked Eleanor sympathetically.

“Nah, there’s this girl I met last time I was out here and we hook up sometimes,” said Joey rubbing his head uncomfortably. He seemed vulnerable for a moment and Eleanor’s heart went out to him. Then he slapped the top of his own head decisively as though to snap himself out of it and rolled his shoulders to relieve the tension. He turned to look Eleanor in the eye, “What do you think of this palimony? You want to share those boobies with some other guys besides your husband?” He gestured to Eleanor’s large breasts, protruding provocatively in her tight t-shirt and gripped his crotch suggestively.

“Don’t be a pig, Joey,” demanded Herman shrilly. Then he turned to Arthur, “Sorry about my cousin, Arthur. He isn’t house trained.”

Arthur sat silently with the blood draining from his face. Joey just guffawed and stared at Eleanor’s chest while he fondled himself.

Eleanor blushed cutely and covered her bosom with her hands self-consciously. “What is it with guys and breasts?” she stammered nervously. “They are just mammary glands. They are for feeding babies.”

“Well, large mammary glands were probably a sign of reproductive fitness and it would be adaptive for males to take note of that,” said Lester suddenly. Everyone stared at him in surprise and it was his turn to blush. “And, uh, maybe it’s not super helpful of me to point out right now,” he muttered, lowering his gaze to the floor in shame.

“Right, but this is modern world,” piped up Eleanor, her face burning hotly. “Boobs aren’t a necessity to raise babies, we have baby food now.”

“Yeah, you could feed some babies with those knockers alright,” said Joey, missing her point and rubbing his stiff phallus through his sweatpant as he stared at her chest.

“My god, Joey, don’t you feel weird about rubbing your thing in front of me like that?” exclaimed Eleanor finally. She stared at his large bulge as he handled himself and felt herself growing aroused at his brazen behavior. She wondered what it would feel like if he stuck that big thing into her. She wondered if Arthur would like to see that and the idea sent a thrill through her loins.

“Why, you want to rub it for me?” asked Joey, gripping his rod by the base and pointing it toward her lewdly. Eleanor’s eyes widened at the sight of Joey’s big dick outlined so clearly by his sweatpants and her mouth formed a charming “o” of surprise.

“Now cut that out!” croaked Arthur, his voice cracking with nervousness. His palms were sweaty with fear and excitement at this strange confrontation. “You can’t talk to my wife like that.”

“Hey, don’t piss yourself over there Art,” sneered Joey derisively. “Eleanor isn’t going faint at the sight of a cock, she’s a grown woman.” He looked over at Eleanor gazing at his member and chuckled. “Man, she can’t take her eyes off of it. Look at her.”

Eleanor pulled her eyes away and glanced at her husband guiltily. “Well you are swinging it around like a baseball bat, it’s kind of hard not to notice,” she said, forcing a laugh and trying to make light of the situation. But her pulse was racing and she could feel her vagina burning with arousal. She was sure she was sopping wet right now.

“Well it’s kind of hard not to notice your tits in that tight shirt,” responded Joey smartly. “If your husband doesn’t want guys waving their dicks at you, he shouldn’t let you out of the house dressed like that.”

“Uh, most guys can control their animal urges,” said Eleanor with a genuine chuckle. “You don’t see Lester whipping his penis around do you?”

“Wait, Lester has a penis?” asked Joey in mock amazement.

“Beside, Arthur asked me to dress like this,” added Eleanor quietly, avoiding her husband’s gaze.

“What, whaaa?” said Joey, sitting up straight and fixing Arthur with a penetrating stare. “Is that true, bro?”

“I’m not your, uh, bro,” mumbled Arthur, unable to meet Joey’s aggressive stare.

“But you aren’t denying it, neither,” said Joey gleefully.

“Joey, you are being an ass, stop it,” chided Herman weakly. He was surprised to hear that Arthur had encouraged Eleanor to dress this way too.

“Herman, look at Eleanor’s outfit, will you?” demanded Joey. “Look how short her skirt is, look how tight that t-shirt is. He’s trying to pimp his wife out to you nerds.”

Eleanor pulled at the hem of her skirt and smiled sickly at Herman and Lester as they looked her over and Arthur stared off into space, too mortified to speak.

“Oh man, I see what’s going on here, Eleanor,” laughed Joey. “Your hubby had you slut it up and brought you over to have Herman teach you about pulmonary sex, like a nerd orgy or something.”

“For christ’s sake, it’s called poly-amory, Joey,” screeched Herman in frustration.

“Whatever, dude,” said Joey solemnly holding up a hand toward Herman’s face. “Deny it, Arthur, I dare you.”

“I don’t know what you are even talking about,” muttered Arthur nervously, taken aback that his plan was so easily divined by this numbskull.

Eleanor carefully watched her husband’s reaction and it was painfully obvious that he was lying. She struggled to catch her breath as she considered the ramifications. Arthur had intended to find out if his friends Herman and Lester would find her attractive in this outfit and then have Herman carefully explain the rules of polyamory to her. Later on he probably planned to reintroduce the topic in order to gauge her interest. But with Joey here, things were clearly progressing much too fast for Arthur’s liking and of course, Arthur never planned on sharing her with a big threatening jock like Joey. He wanted to share her with his non-threatening milquetoast pals.

Joey shrewdly watched Eleanor thinking things over and then interrupted her reverie. “I see the wheels turning in that noggin of yours, Eleanor, you little slut.”

“No one has ever called me a slut,” gasped Eleanor in dismay.

“Yeah, probably cause you look like a nerd with those glasses and you don’t normally show off that smoking hot body of yours,” said Joey confidently, looking Eleanor’s body up and down with appreciation.

“Maybe we should just call it a night,” said Lester, standing up suddenly.

“Lester, sit the fuck down,” demanded Joey sharply and Lester complied instantly, falling back down comically. “Don’t you want to see Eleanor naked? Arthur came here offering his wife to you and Herman. Why you want to hurt her feelings and reject her like that?”

“I didn’t, I’m not,” sputtered Arthur in confusion.

Eleanor held up her hand to forestall her husband’s protests. “Ok, Joey, just what makes you so sure that I am going to get naked?” she asked with a devilish smile.

“Shit, I could tell that by the look on your face just now when you realized what Arthur was up to,” said Joey leaning back in his seat confidently. “I could see that little sparkle in your eye. You are a straight up nerd slut. You would get down with these two for sure, but the question is, could you handle a real man like me?” and he gripped the huge bulge in his sweatpants for emphasis.

“Ah, you aren’t any more of a man than we are,” piped up Lester peevishly.

“Wow, Lester, way to stick up for yourself,” said Joey condescendingly. “I take it back, you are a real man too. But the question remains whether Eleanor is going to get down and dirty with me here or not.” Then he returned his attention to Eleanor.

She just giggled nervously under Joey’s intense gaze while Arthur shifted uncomfortably on the floor watching helplessly. “What’s the question again?” she asked.

“Here, look,” said Joey, clapping his hands together loudly and making everyone jump. He grinned at their reaction and rubbed his big callous palms together briskly. “Eleanor, stand up please and let us get a better look at you, will you?”

“You don’t have to,” offered Arthur meekly.

“She knows that,” snapped Joey sternly, shutting Arthur up. He gestured for Eleanor to stand up and she complied self-consciously. She stood before them with her hands folded in front of her. She noticed Lester and Herman looking her body over surreptitiously and the idea excited her.

“Now take your shirt off,” said Joey, licking his lips.

“Look here!” squawked Arthur indignantly. He felt that things were really getting out of control.

“Look where?” snarled Joey. “This is what you brought her over here for, isn’t it?”

“Not like this,” mumbled Arthur in confusion. He couldn’t believe this was happening. This wasn’t how he pictured things going at all.

“Don’t be mean to Arty,” pouted Eleanor defiantly. “I won’t do anything he doesn’t want me to do.”

“Ellie, you know he wants you to do it,” said Joey soothingly. “He just can’t admit it.”

Eleanor looked at her husband quizzically and bit her lip in consternation. She could tell what he was thinking. He wouldn’t mind her stripping if Joey wasn’t around. Joey wasn’t supposed to be part of the picture. Yet, here he was, wagging his big dick around and taking control of the whole situation. Eleanor found herself attracted to the sheer wrongness of stripping for Joey. It would be a deep affront to Arthur for his wife to strip for the same sort of dumb jock that used to cause him such grief. And yet, she yearned to do it. She wanted Joey to take control of her and put his dick in her while Arthur sat and watched. As she looked at her husband, she wondered if Arthur would get off on it too. She found it very odd that he hadn’t protested more so far. She decided to test the waters and see how upset Arthur would get.

“How about if I just take my shirt off?” Eleanor asked Arthur meekly.

“It’s too weird with him here,” said Arthur, nodding toward Joey, his heart racing.

“Is it?” asked Eleanor shakily. “Let’s just see.” And she went ahead and stripped her t-shirt off and stood there topless except for her bra. Lester and Herman’s eyes bulged out of there heads as they stared at her breasts, barely constrained by her lacy bra. She fought the urge to cross her arms over her bosom and she turned and jutted her chest out for Joey to see. “What do you think, Joey?” she asked, slightly abashed.

“Aww, yeah,” he laughed raucously. “I knew you were a slut. A nerd with a great rack, you can’t hold her back.” He tugged unconsciously on his cock while he ogled her pale, quivering cleavage.

Eleanor glanced at her husband as he sat there gaping like a fish out of water. The fact that he didn’t jump up and shout told her all she needed to know. “What do you think of my boobs, Lester? Am I signalling reproductive fitness?” she asked coyly. Then she bent down so that Lester could get a better look and shimmied her shoulders seductively.

Herman laughed in spite of himself and then bit his tongue when Arthur glared at him.

“Heh, yeah, wow,” said Lester, his forehead beading up with sweat. “Very fit, yes,” he stammered. “I think my glasses are going to get steamed up.”

“Quit teasing the dork and come here,” said Joey, jumping lithely to his feet and grabbing Eleanor in his arms forcefully.

“Omigod, Joey, what are you doing?” she squealed, giggling madly. She enjoyed the feeling of him crushing her slightly in his arms. He was acting out his primal urges and it stoked her desire for him.

“I’m taking charge now,” grunted Joey, reaching behind her and unsnapping her bra with alacrity.

“Oh no, you mustn’t,” she protested weakly, trying to hold her bra on and looking at her husband earnestly. Arthur had a visible bulge in his pants at this point and she felt confident that he was enjoying this little show in spite of himself.

“You know you want it,” mumbled Joey, tossing her bra aside and grasping her soft white orbs in his rough, calloused hands. He pinched her tender pink nipples and they grew stiff under his fingers, eliciting a gentle gasp from Eleanor. She reached down reflexively and gripped his boner protruding shamelessly through his sweatpants. His penis was thick and amazingly firm and she squeezed it with delightful anticipation.

“Joey, this is so fucked up,” gasped Herman, watching in fascination as his cousin molested his best friend’s wife and she gripped his dong eagerly in response.

“I know, I never fucked a guy’s wife in front of him before,” cackled Joey. “You see that Arthur, she didn’t waste any time getting ahold of my dick, did she?”

“Ellie, what are you doing?” whined Arthur as his wife tugged on Joey’s rod.

“It’s just so big and hard,” explained Eleanor, vaguely conscious that her eloquence was decaying as her mind became clouded with lust. She started gently tugging on Joey’s penis through his sweatpants while he ran his hands over her soft smooth flesh greedily. He bent over and started sucking lustily on her nipples. Eleanor’s cheeks were flushed deep red as she stood there being violated by this ruffian in front of her husband and his friends. Her pussy was sopping wet with yearning.

“Big and hard,” repeated Arthur stupidly, his penis unaccountably stiffening further at the sight of his wife tugging on this animal’s gonads.

Joey took a break from sucking Eleanor’s nipples and grasped her breasts in his hands. He pointed her nipples at Lester playfully. “Lester, can you believe the tits on this chick? Look at these bad boys.”

“Yes, I already said, she’s very fit,” responded Lester feeling his own penis stiffen at the sight of Eleanor’s luscious boobs.

“Let me see this ass,” demanded Joey, yanking Eleanor’s skirt and panties down to her knees forcefully. She gasped in surprise as her bush and bare ass were suddenly exposed for all to see. “That’s like a white girl version of a bubble butt,” exclaimed Joey gleefully. He bent down to peer at her round white buttocks and spanked one sharply in appreciation.

“Ow,” exclaimed Eleanor cutely. She liked how he took liberties with her and pulled on his penis more insistently.

“You are being quite rough with her,” complained Lester, shocked and aroused at the site of Eleanor’s naked body.

“Treat a lady like a whore and a whore like a lady, my friend,” said Joey with a smile. He turned her to the side forcibly and uncouthly slid his hand over her soft pale belly and then down between her legs. “Oh god,” she gasped as his finger probed her crotch and clumsily simulated her clitoris.

“But, but,” stammered Arthur, his cock throbbing in his pants while he looked on with a turbid mix of humiliation and arousal. He was sickened at the sight of this beast cavorting with his woman, but it was somehow much hotter than he imagined it would be. Joey really was more macho acting than Herman or Lester and it was exciting to watch this brutish monkey take control of his wife.

“Honey, just, I don’t know, maybe you should masterbate while you watch,” said Eleanor distantly as she kicked her panties and skirt aside and spread her legs slightly so that Joey could finger her more easily. She grabbed the waist of Joey’s sweatpants and yanked them down to his knees and his massive phallus came popping out and poked her in the stomach. She reached down and cupped his huge hairy balls in one hand while she slide her hand up and down the smooth skin of his shaft. “My god, look how big his testicles are!” she exclaimed turning to her husband in amazement. “They are enormous!”

“Yeah, that’s right,” said Joey smugly, spanking her ass again playfully for emphasis while she tugged his junk and he fingered her in mutual genital manipulation.

“I mean, yeah, really?” stammered Arthur helplessly. “Sure his gonads are bigger than mine, but then again so are a horse’s, but I don’t feel jealous of a horse.”

“Oh no, I don’t want to make you jealous,” apologized Eleanor as she held Joey’s prodigious organs in her hands. She adjusted her glasses to scrutinize his scrotum more closely. “I just haven’t seen anything like these. He is like an animal isn’t he?” she giggled.

“I take that as a compliment,” said Joey happily. “Now get down on your knees and suck that shit.” He pushed Eleanor’s shoulders down and she willingly complied, dropping to her knees before her new lover.

“Wow, this is really getting intense,” said Lester staring at Eleanor’s perfectly formed buttocks. “Can I masterbate too?” he asked her politely.

“Well I won’t be offended if you do,” she giggled as Joey slapped her mischievously in the face with his big boner. “I’ll just be sucking on this big damn thing I guess,” she laughed. Arthur’s stomach filled with ice as his wife greedily wrapped her mouth around Joey’s massive phallus. Lester wasted no time and quickly started fapping away madly as he watched Eleanor suck off the big jock.

“Man, look at your wife sucking my cock like there’s no tomorrow!” shouted Joey gleefully. He put his hands behind his head and thrust his hips forward rhythmically, cramming his huge dong deeper into Eleanor’s mouth as she fellated him with enthusiasm.

“Jeez, you don’t have to be such prick about it,” complained Herman looking at Arthur with concern.

“Oh fuck it,” sighed Arthur, unzipping his fly and pulling his stiff erection out of his pants. “This isn’t how I wanted it to go down, but oh well.” Arthur stroked his penis intensely as he watched his wife’s head bob up and down on Joey’s penis.

Herman shrugged and joined his two friends in jerking off while they watched the show of Arthur’s wife getting used for sex.

“What an amazing ass, she has,” breathed Lester, gazing at Eleanor’s round white ass as she rocked forward and back, sucking Joey’s dick with abandon.

“Slip it in there, man,” encouraged Joey. “She’ll never notice that little thing. She’ll barely feel it.”

“Very funny,” snapped Lester grumpily as he fingered his stiff but modest manhood.

“Look me in the eye, while you suck it,” demanded Joey. “I like that.”

Eleanor complied submissively, gazing up through her spectacles into Joey’s eyes with adoration with his penis stuffed in her mouth.

Arthur looked at with his lips wrapped around another man’s penis, her cheeks sucked in, and gazing up at him lovingly as he as his nerdy friends sat around watching and masturbating themselves.

“Do you have to look at him so beseechingly?” complained Arthur feeling more jealous of the look she gave Joey than the fact of the blowjob.

“Well, don’t forget that polyamory means you can love more than one person,” opined Herman sagely as he tugged his surprisingly fat penis. “Of course she can only love a lump like Joey in a primeval physical way, as opposed to the deeper, cerebral connection that you and she share.”

“Thank you, Herman, that was very eloquent,” said Eleanor, withdrawing Joey’s stump from her mouth.

“Yeah, I’m cool with that too,” grunted Joey with satisfaction. “As long as I get the pussy, I can’t complain. Lay down on your back and spread your legs,” he commanded Eleanor brusquely.

“Yes sir,” she responded with a mock salute. She obediently lay down on the floor and spread her legs invitingly for him. All the men gazed at her charming bush with fascination. Then she reached down and spread her labia for Joey, exposing the pink lining of her vagina.

“Oh jeez,” croaked Lester in consternation as semen started spouting from the tip of his penis onto the living room carpet.

“Ha, ha,” laughed Joey crudely. “Couldn’t hold it any more huh? You gotta clean that mess up, yourself, bro.” He stood stroking his colossal member as he looked down at Eleanor, graciously offering her snatch to him on the floor.

“Sorry,” apologized Lester with chagrin. “I just never saw a woman do that before. Well I never actually saw the inside of a vagina before,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Lester, poor dear, I didn’t realize,” said Eleanor sympathetically, fingering her clitoris idly as she waited for Joey to bestow his manhood upon her. “Arthur, we should let Lester fuck me next time.”

“Ok, I mean, whatever you want,” panted Arthur as he stroked himself sweatily.

“Wow, that would be great,” said Lester looking at Eleanor with gratitude.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me, Joey?” asked Eleanor sweetly, looking up at Joey with a come hither gaze.

“I’m savoring the moment,” said Joey proudly as he gripped his meat in his hands.

“Oh, your thing, it’s turning red,” said Eleanor, growing wetter and wetter in anticipation. “It’s red like a dog’s penis,” she added with a giggle.

“Woof woof,” barked Joey, climbing onto her and pushing his dong inside her tight, waiting snatch.

“Oh god, go slow,” she panted. “You are so big.”

“Ok, baby,” he said as he eased his thick shaft carefully down into her narrow hole. “Wow you are tight as hell. Tight and hot and wet. Holy fuck.”

“Urgh,” groaned Herman, as he ejaculated onto his own shirt.

“Yeah, that’s dirty,” agreed Lester, watching avidly as Joey fucked Eleanor on the floor. “Fuck her with your dog penis, you brute,” he encouraged.

“Wow, Lester, well said,” laughed Herman, reaching for a napkin to clean himself up.

“Yeah, he is like a rough, filthy beast, fucking my beauty,” mused Arthur as he approached climax himself. He stared with sick fascination as Joey’s muscular ass pistoned up and down as he drove himself insistently into Arthur’s wife.

“Oh, Joey, slow down, I just, oh no,” cried out Eleanor as she shuddered with a convulsive orgasm. Joey felt her twat tighten around his cock and struggled to hold back.

“Which is hotter?” he asked Arthur suddenly. “Cum inside her or cum on her belly so you can see it?”

“You fucker!” spat Arthur in response, but the rude comment pushed him over the edge as well and he started shooting sperm up into the air as he watched his wife get owned.

“Yeah, a little of each, then,” said Joey and he pumped a few loads of cum inside Eleanor and then pulled out and discharged his remaining jism onto her breasts and her belly. “Yeah, look at that, Arthur. I really used your wife good!” crowed Joey triumphantly thrusting his arms into the air after soaking Eleanor in semen.

“Now play nice, Joey,” said Eleanor condescendingly as she idly smeared his sticky ejaculate around the areola of her nipples. She was glowing in the aftermath of her climax and she looked quite beautiful laying there.

“Whatever,” said Joey, straddling her agilely and pushing his softening cock rudely into her mouth. “Clean this up for me,” he laughed. Eleanor complied willingly, and Arthur gut wrenched again at the look of pure devotion in her eyes as she looked up at Joey while she sucked his limp dick.

“That’s enough,” said Joey with satiety. “I’m done with you.” He jumped to his feet and stretched his big muscled body. “Wow, that was awesome,” he said flexing his biceps. “Your nerd wife can really put out like a champ,” he told Arthur, mussing his hair playfully.

“Get off me,” squeaked Arthur, slapping Joey’s hands away.

“Get off me,” mocked Joey good naturedly as he pulled his sweatpants back on. “Look I really enjoyed putting on this little show for you dorks, but now I’m going to go get some grub and find some real booze. Smell ya later!” Joey waved broadly and strode casually out of the room.

Only Eleanor waved in reply and she watched him leave with a slight pang of disappointment. She didn’t really want to hang out with Joey but she had hoped he would slap her with his penis a little more before he left. She turned to her husband and his two friends, all sitting with sticky, limp penises protruding from their pants as she lay there naked before them, covered in some jock’s cum. “Well, he was nice,” she offered awkwardly.

“He’s sort of prick, actually,” said Lester, his penis starting to swell again slightly at the sight of Elanor’s naked body spread out before him.


“Wow, are you getting hard again, Lester?” she asked, looking at his penis with interest. “You just came.”

“Yeah, but you are still naked,” explained Lester as his johnson rose slowly to attention.

“Oh yeah, you are a virgin,” she said thoughtfully. “Here, I will go shower that nasty man’s seed off myself and then you can have a go at me,” she said with a wicked smile. She stood up awkwardly and stretched herself, the three young men admiring her amazing body as she did so. “Do you want to watch again, dear, or would that be too much to handle for one day?” she asked Arthur lightly.

“I guess I will watch again,” said Arthur numbly.

“Fantastic, I will meet you boys in Herman’s bedroom,” she said, clapping her hands together happily and dancing off in a spritely mood.

“Do you have a book on polyamory?” Arthur asked Herman apprehensively. “I’ve got to read up on this stuff.”

“Certainly, my good man. I understand exactly how you feel,” said Herman, patting his comrade on the shoulder as the three friends headed up to the bedroom for further debauchery.

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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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