"I’m not sure that we are…" you stammer clumsily. But Janet just nods knowingly.
Conversation continues with introductions all around and you look on nervously while one of the young men puts his arm casually around your wife’s waist while they are chatting. You notice that all the men are paying a lot of attention to your wife and many of them gaze directly at your wife’s bosom while they talk to her. She just ignores this and acts as though it’s perfectly normal for her to be exposing her breasts this way. At one point another young guy approaches your wife from the other side and puts his arm behind her back. She makes a startled gesture and taps his chest playfully.
"How dare you," she says playfully. "Honey, this young fellow is taking liberties. He just pinched my bottom!" she laughs.
Your pits are drenched and your heart is beating quickly.
"Err, yes, that’s rather rude," you say lamely.
Everyone laughs at your discomfort and the young man hold up his hands apologetically. "Sorry sir, I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just teasing. It’s all in good fun."
The night progresses with a series of unnerving events like this. Men gather around your wife all evening and are constantly taking any opportunity to touch her inappropriately. One fellow puts his hand high up her thigh while she sitting on a bar stool and is squeezing her leg enthusiastically when you clear your throat nervously and suggest that he might consider ceasing that activity. Many men ask her to dance and one fellow grabs her by the hips and grinds his crotch against her from behind. You are about to stride over and intervene when Janet constrains you.
"I know it seems shocking, but that is actually a popular dance these days among younger people," she says with a twinkle in her eye.
"You can’t be serious," you say in amazement. "He’s…he’s dry humping her out there," you say pointing helplessly at the dance floor.
"No, no, it’s a dance alright," chimes in Sam. "I’ve seen it. And really Suzanne seems to be thoroughly enjoying it," he says with a smirk that makes your blood boil.
But as infuriating as the evening seemed, it was all worth it when you got her home and pushed her down in the hallway to have your way with her.
“Oh, honey! What are your doing?” laughs your wife drunkenly as you pull her panties down.
“Has is been so long that you really don’t know what I’m doing?” you ask, plunging your face into her crotch. Her pussy is hot and soaking wet already and you lap her clitoris with your tongue for a moment, but she doesn’t need any further stimulation.
“You’ve been a very naughty wife, and now it’s time for your cock,” you tell her gleefully, yanking your dick out of your pants and climbing on top of her.
“Oh, darling, I think you are right.” she gasps as you insert your johnson into her waiting cunt.
You plunge your member in and out of your wife for a few minutes, gripping her soft round ass lustfully and soon she shudders with an orgasm. Once you notice this, you allow yourself to release your seed deep within her, shooting load after load into your wife.
As uncomfortably as the evening was, you must admit this was the best sex you’ve had in years. As you lay together on the cool marble floor basking in the afterglow of your orgasms, your wife says casually. "I gathered a lot of phone numbers this evening. How would you feel about me going on a date or two?"
"I’ll have to think about it," you say skeptically.
But your wife notices your cock growing stiff again at the thought of it and says, “I’ll take that as a yes!"
Your wife is wearing a transparent nightgown when your friends show up one morning
"Oh, I didn’t know you guys were coming over this morning!" she exclaims, not bothering to cover herself as they file into the kitchen.
"Jeez, I told you we were golfing this morning." you say, annoyed at the way your buddies are checking out her body.
"Sorry," says one of your friends, eyes glued to your wife’s nipples. "We can wait outside while you get changed."
"No, no, it’s fine. Come on in and have some coffee." she says, squaring her shoulders and jutting her breasts forward.
They help themselves to coffee and join her at the kitchen table. None of them can take their eyes off of your wife’s nice round tits, clearly visible through her sheer gown.
"Yeah, we should probably get going." you say nervously, not wanting to make a scene.
"Oh sit down and relax." she coaxes, totally unselfconscious about exposing her body to these men. "Have a cup of coffee."
The End – Volume 1
Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching, Vol. 2
by Gustav Jorgenson
Introduction
Section 1 - Pliable Wives
Your Wife Lets a Rival of Yours Squeeze Her Tits
Your wife gets down on her knees for your rival
Wife Spanked by Old Friend While Husband Watches
Boss Takes your Wife on a Weekend Trip to a Nude Beach
A drunken prick at a party grabs your wife around the waist.
Slutty Girlfriend Agrees to Blow Boyfriend’s Perverted Uncle for Cash
Section 2 - Assertive Wives
Wife Wants Husband’s Friends to See her New Lingerie
In skimpy bra and panties, Wife Asks Husband’s friend to give her a hug
Wife Enjoys Nude Sunbathing in Public
Neighbor Doesn’t Bother to Stop Fucking your Wife when You Walk in on Them
Section 3 - The Gnarl that Lays Beyond Cuckoldry, Polyamory and More
Wife Reveals the Little Favors She Does for Her Boss
Curious Wife invites busty waitress to threesome with Husband
The Perverted Bridge Club
The Slutty Salewoman
Section 4 - Porn Koan, The Zen of Erotic Climax
Introduction
This aptly named collection of stories is about men watching their wives with other men. These aren’t malicious wives. They still love their husbands, they are just trying to reignite their sex lives. The husbands are shocked and reluctant and amazed at their own arousal as they watch strange men have their way with their women. This is something between a cuckold and a hotwife fantasy. There is no intended humiliation, but the husbands aren’t really consenting either. If you don’t get it, then it’s hard to explain, but you might refer to Sperm Wars by Robin Baker. He asserts that it’s evolutionarily adaptive for a man to be stimulated to copulate with his mate when he sees another man violate her, so that his sperm might compete with the interloper’s.
These are much longer stories than I included in Volume 1 of the series. I wanted to stretch out and dig into the character development more. I am exploring some polyamorous themes in “The Perverted Bridge Club” and “Curious Wife…” which touch on the swinger lifestyle. I also continue a work-related theme in “The Slutty Saleswoman”, “Boss Takes Wife…”, and “Wife Reveals the Little Favors.” To some extent, we are all whores, selling our effort and skills. It’s just particularly stimulating to imagine business women taking this to it’s logical conclusion and leveraging their unique assets.
I was afraid that these longer stories would overly strain the modern attention span. Also, it may be presumptuous to expect readers to devote so much time to erotic smut. Therefore, to counteract this effect, I have included a vast assortment of very short two line phrases that I call Porn Koan™ after the Zen practise of “observing the phrase.” I noticed that climax can be triggered by just the correct phrase, and I have taken up the pursuit of these correct phrases. I hope that you enjoy.
Tally Ho!
Gustav Jorgenson
Burma, 2013
Section 1 - Pliable Wives
Your Wife Lets a Rival of Yours Squeeze Her Tits
You and some friends are drinking one at your house one night. You are all feeling pretty loose when you wife comes in with another tray full of beers for you.
"Here you go boys," she says cheerily as she sets down the tray. "Don’t both
er to invite me to join you anything."
Your buddies all laugh, and you join in weakly, but you don’t like the way they are looking down the front of her dress as she bends down to put the tray on the coffee table.
"Come over here and sit with us," says Bob, a guy you know from work. He’s more of rival than a friend. You are always trying to outdo each other, but he’s friends with your other pals, so you invite him over sometimes. It annoys you how he looks your wife’s body over as he moves over to make room on the couch for her.
"Why thank you Bob, at least there is one gentleman among you," says your wife teasingly.
Your friends react by teasing you in turn. "Whoa," "Oh, boy, you heard, that, Jim?"
You just roll your eyes and lean over to grab a beer for yourself.
"Thank you for bringing us more beer, darling," you say sarcastically, tipping your beer at your wife.
"You are welcome, dear," she says primly as she helps herself to one.
You all resume chatting for a while but Bob keeps looking over at your wife’s boobs. They do seem rather jiggly this evening and you are enjoying the view but wish Bob would stop looking at them.
"Jennifer, can I ask you a personal question?" he asks your wife, shooting you a devilish glance.
"Sure, Bob, I don’t see why not," she says casually, recrossing her legs and tossing her foot playfully.
"Are you wearing a bra right now?" he asks, suppressing a smile.
You wife blushes furiously, and quickly crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously as your buddies break out in nervous laughter. A couple of your friends look over at you apprehensively. It’s no secret that you and Bob are always competing with one another.
You keep your cool and just smirk at Bob, "Ha ha," you say in a deadpan voice.
Your wife looks over at you helplessly, her cheeks flushed bright red. "Well, actually, no, I’m not, Bob. I didn’t think anyone would notice."
Bob furrows his brow earnestly and gives you wife a look of consternation. "Oh, I’m sorry, Jennifer. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I shouldn’t have mentioned it."
Your wife relaxes slightly and gives a half-hearted chuckle. "Oh, it’s alright Bob, I guess you boys have had a few drinks and it loosened your tongue a bit," She lowers her arms hesitantly and Bob watches with interest as her nipples grow hard and poke through the fabric of her dress.
"You’re right, alcohol lowers your inhibitions," he says, gazing brazenly at your wife’s tits, not bothering to look her in the eye.
She notices his attention and looks over at you with an uncomfortable grimace, but she keeps her arms by her sides and doesn’t bother covering her boobs again.
You scratch your head in annoyance, but aren’t sure how to react.
"So yeah," says your wife, “What were we talking about again?"
"Your boobs!" laughs your buddy Pete to more laughter. You shoot him a dirty look but he just shrugs an apology and you can see that he is just a little drunk and didn’t mean anything by it.
"Right," says Bob apologetically, still not taking his eyes off your wife’s rack, “I am sorry I brought them up, but see when I saw that you weren’t wearing a bra, I was wondering if you, uh, wanted us to notice them," He turns to you and wags his eyebrows at you like Groucho Marx and you have to restrain the urge to jump up and pop him one.
"Oh lord," gasps your wife with amazement. Then she slaps Bob’s shoulder and breaks out laughing. "Don’t be silly. I am allowed to be comfortable in my own home, aren’t I?"
"And then you bent over and we all got a nice view of your cleavage…" continues Bob shooting you another cocky glance.
"Purely unintentional, I’m sure," asserts your wife, trying to laugh it off and giving you a significant look.
"Oh, no, don’t apologize, we all enjoyed it, didn’t we boys?" says Bob looking around for support. Your friends just laugh awkwardly and avoid his eyes. Everyone except Pete that is, who is drunk enough to chime in.
"Honestly, Jennifer, I did enjoy catching a glimpse of those gorgeous orbs of yours," he says with a slight slur and a crooked smile.
"Pete, you’re drunk," says your wife kindly. "But that’s, uh, nice of you to say, I guess."
"Let’s change the subject, now, shall we?" you demand coldly, glaring at Bob with hatred.
"Oh yes, please," says your wife, relieved that you are taking control of the conversation.
"Does it bother you that we like looking at your wife’s breasts?" asks Bob nonchalantly.
You are surprised that he is pressing forward like this and are at a loss for words for a second. "Uh, wouldn’t you be?" you ask.
"Honestly? No, it wouldn’t bother me at all. My wife would just laugh it off, I’m sure," he says smugly.
"Well I just laughed it off too," pipes up your wife, squaring her shoulders indignantly. She is subtly thrusting her chest forward as though daring Bob and Pete to look.
"Well that fact that you didn’t wear a bra and bent over to show us your boobs seems to be making your husband nervous," says Bob, turning to your wife with a smile.
"Now wait a minute," she laughs, blushing anew. "I wasn’t trying to show anyone anything."
"I don’t know what your are insinuating, but I have perfect faith in my wife, Bob," you chime in defensively.
"Jim and I have a very solid relationship," agrees you wife with a emphatic nod.
"So he shouldn’t mind if you show us your breasts?" he asks archly. "I mean a little thing like that shouldn’t affect your relationship at all."
"No of course it wouldn’t, but I didn’t intend to show you anything…" insists your wife, looking at him strangely.
"I’d like to see them again," offers Pete, clearly drunk at this point.
One of you other pals shushes him up and looks apologetically over at you and your wife.
"But it would be no big deal if you were to show us. You could just flash them for us maybe. It’s not like you and Jim would get divorced over it," presses Bob.
"Wait, are you asking me to flash my boobs for you?" asks your wife with surprise. "Pete’s drunk, but what’s your excuse?"
"I like boobs," Bob admits with a smile. "I like your boobs," he adds lecherously gazing at them obviously. You wife giggles in spite of herself and glances at you guiltily.
"Alright Bob, just can it," you say angrily. You notice a couple of your other friends shifting nervously.
"Maybe we should be going," says your pal Sam. "I think we’ve all had a few too many. Better call a cab."
"That’s a good idea, let’s call it night," you agree with relief.
"You have an amazing body, I’m sorry if it makes you nervous for me to tell you," says Pete drunkenly taking your wife’s hand.
Jennifer just laughs and let’s Pete kiss her hand. "Pete, you are normally a perfectly polite and respectful guest. I promise not to tease you about this once you have sobered up," she says with a twinkle in her eye.
"Perfect, now why not pull them out real quick so we can get a better look," says Pete gesturing clumsily at her chest.
Sam leaps to his feet and guides Pete back to his seat shaking his head at you in amazement.
"You are going to be really embarrassed in the morning, Pete," you say with resignation. "I promise not to tell your wife about it, though."
"Jeez, you guys are making me self-conscious," says your wife touching her bosom gently. "I can’t just go flashing my chest for other men while my husband is sitting right there…"
"Well I hope you wouldn’t do it even if I was in the other room," you laugh which makes her lower her eyes and blush an even deeper red.
"Well, let her do what she wants," says Bob. "She didn’t come out here bra-less for nothing," he says looking her over lewdly.
"I don’t know what you are suggesting," says your wife primly.
"You want to show us, you knew we could see down your dress when you bent over like that. Don’t be coy, we are all adults here. Go ahead
and show us if you want to. We certainly don’t mind seeing some beautiful breasts," says Bob matter-of-factly.
"Bob, you are such a prick, do you know that?" you say.
"Can’t you see that this is making my husband angry?" says your wife uncertainly.
"Wait, it’s making me angry? Aren’t you offended by all this?" you ask her, startled at her attitude.
"Well, not really. Boys will be boys and all that," says your wife with a wry grin. "I just don’t want you to get upset," she says.
"You mean that you would show them your tits if it didn’t bother me?" you ask incredulously.
"Well of course not, I see that it would bother you," she says quickly, biting her lip nervously.
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