Bob admired his wife’s gorgeous body for a moment. He gazed with anxious appreciation at her dark bush, lewdly spread wide for Jim. Then looked over at the neighbor’s house nervously. The light was on in the Smith’s kitchen, which had a clear view right down into Bob’s backyard.
“Fuck you guys, what if someone see you?” he asked nervously.
“Well, if that’s all you’ve worried about, I’m just going to go ahead and fuck her then,” laughed Jim, shedding his pants and climbing on top of Bob’s waiting wife.
“This is so weird,” said Bob, shaking his head as he unzipped his own pants and started jerking himself off, casting a tense glance over at the Smith residence.
“Are you going to jerk off while you watch?” cackled Susie in delight. “That is so kinky! I love that you are being such a good sport about this.” She looked over at her husband lovingly. Then Jim pushed the head of his prick into her and she gasped with pleasure, quickly returning her attention back to her friend with benefits.
Bob looked on in fascination, masturbating himself while his friend Jim fucked his wife missionary-style in the grass. They made loud noises of lust but Bob was too engrossed in pleasuring himself to notice when Mr. Smith pushed through the low hedge that separateed the two properties and walked over to join them.
“What the living hell is going on here?” blurted the elderly Mr. Smith in bewilderment, wearing his signature plaid shorts and faded US Army t-shirt.
“Oh, hi, Mr. Smith,” said Susie cheerily, looking over at him from beneath Jim as he shagged her, his balls slapping her ass vigorously.
“Oh fuck! Mr. Smith!” exclaimed Bob in mortification, struggling to put his cock away.
“What is going on over there, Harold?” calls Mrs. Smith from their backyard.
“Stay over there, Martha. I’m handling this,” commanded Mr. Smith gruffly. He looks down in disbelief at the tableau before him struggling to understand what was going on.
Jim noticed the new arrival and stopped fucking Bob’s wife. He pulls out of her and looked up at Mr. Smith in surprise and embarrassment with his stiff cock hovering over Susie’s belly, still slick with her juices. She reached down and yanked on Jim’s scrotum playfully and he gasped in ecstasy. The tug pushed him over the edge and he started spurting load after load of semen all over her stomach and large breasts.
Bob noticed Smith looking at Susie’s naked body as she lay there drenched in cum and he saw Smith’s expression change from perplexity to amusement and maybe even arousal.
“My God, Susie, what are you doing, getting plugged by a man who isn’t your husband in the backyard?” Then he gestured over at Bob with a wicked smile. “While your hubby looks on no less?”
“Sorry, were we making too much noise?” she asked sweetly, propping herself up on her elbows as Jim climbed off of her clumsily. Bob noticed that she made no effort to hide her nakedness and might have even shook her shoulders slightly to get her boobs shaking.
Mr. Smith stood looking down at Bob’s sperm-soaked wife for a moment before answering. He ran his eyes up and down her body from her shapely legs still spread wide, over the dark patch of her pubic hair, and then up to her large generous boobs with her pink nipples pertly erect.
“Mr. Smith?” asked Susie again, with a little smile. “Are you enjoying the view?”
Smith looked over at Bob with a strange smile and wiped his brow with his handkerchief. “What was I saying, son? I got distracted. Oh yes. Your wife has a fine figure, I will give you that,” he said to Bob. “I wouldn’t share her if I was you.” He looked back at Susie who just lounged there unselfconsciously in the nude. “I guess this is a different era than the one I came from,” he said distractedly as he gazes at Susie’s lovely pale orbs and pink nipples.
“What can we do for you, Mr. Smith?” prompted Susie with a suggestive smile.
“Uh, right. Well, it’s a free country and all, but I would be obliged if you folks would, uh, keep it down a little when you are having your fun in yard.” Smith looked at Jim with annoyance as he struggled to back into his jeans. “You know if my wife had come over here, you would have given her a heart attack.”
“Well I won’t tell her how much you seem to be enjoying the sight of my naked body, don’t worry,” teased Susie with a laugh.
Smith broke out laughing at this, but didn’t stop admiring Susie’s body. “You are a bad girl. That’s for sure. I don’t know, get a tent or something if you must make hoo-ha in the yard though. It would be more neighborly.” Then he turned and gave Bob a strange look. “Bob, come and see me tomorrow, boy. You need a talking to, I think.” Then he waved vaguely and turned to trudge back to his house, shaking his head in bemusement.
Susie broke out laughing. “Wow, that was so fucked up. Old man Smith really got an eyeful of my bod. I think he was hot for me.” She jumped excitedly to her feet and rushed over to Bob, boobs bouncing as she grabbed her husband by the hand. “Come on, honey. I will go rinse Jim’s spooge off myself and then I need you to fuck me more. He stopped before I could cum.”
“Can I watch?” asked Jim lecherously.
“Sure, hang out if you want to,” said Susie shooting Bob a sly glance. “Maybe you can slip it to me again later if you can get it up again.”
“That’s nice,” said Bob sarcastically, but he let his wife lead him back into the house by the hand. Jim slapped him on the shoulder good naturedly and Bob looked at him sheepishly.
“I don’t know how I’m going to deal with this wife-sharing business on an emotional level,” admitted Bob aloud as he and Jim waited in the bedroom for Susie to return from the bathroom.
“Maybe Mr. Smith will have some good advice for you,” joked Jim gently.
Just then Susie returned, naked as could be, pink and clean from a quick shower. She strode over pushed Bob back on the bed aggressively. “Maybe Smith isn’t going to offer advice at all,” she said pulling Bob’s pants off. “Maybe he wants to ask if he can get a crack at me himself… maybe you should let him!” she exclaimed with a laugh as she put her husband’s cock in her mouth.
Bob couldn’t tell if she was kidding or not, but lust quickly pushed all thoughts from his mind as his wife gave him the most intense blowjob of his life.
Boss Takes your Wife on a Weekend Trip to a Nude Beach
You have been working at the same firm for 5 years which is a long time these days. You were hoping to be promoted to manager when your boss moved on to another company, but they brought in a guy named Jimmy Johnson who is in his thirties, has an MBA, and who had lead a highly successful product launch at another company. You are in your 40’s now and are despairing of ever breaking into management. They threw a special happy hour party the first Friday after Johnson arrived and they encouraged everyone to bring their spouses. Your wife was excited by the opportunity to dress up since you don’t take her out much any more.
“How do I look?” asks your wife spinning in place. She is wearing a little black cocktail dress with a short hem half-way up her thigh, black stockings, and high heels. The dress has a low-cut neckline which shows off her large breasts and she is wearing her grandmother’s pearls which are classy.
“You look great,” you say unhappily adjusting your tie in the mirror.
“Look honey, I know this is tough for you, but we can get through this,” says your wife with concern coming over to rub your shoulder. “Why you make a good living now, we don’t really need the extra money from that promotion.”
“It’s not the money, dear,” you sigh. “It’s really a question of my self-esteem. I know I have the potential to be more than just a worker bee.”
“Well, you’ll always be tops in my book,” says your wife cheerfully. “Come on, let’s just go and enjoy ourselves, ok?”
You look at you wife’s happy expression and can’t help but smile in response. She is so happy just to be going out to a party that you make a mental note to take her out more often.
***
You arrive at the party and your wife goes off with some of the other women that she knows. You grab a drink and join some coworkers from your department.
“He’s such a smug douchebag!” complains your friend Wilson.
“Who, Johnson?” you ask, joining the conversation mid-stream.
“Yeah,” says Wilson nodding to you in greeting. “He interviewed me yesterday and he basically asked what value I was adding to the company.”
“Oh he did that with everyone,” you say shaking your head. “He’s just trying to establish dominance and put us on our heels. Don’t let it get to you.”
“Well it sucks that they brought in an outside person for that position,” blusters Wilson taking another drink.
A couple of the other fellows nod agreement and cast your furtive glances. Many of them consider you the team leader and would have been happy to see you get that promotion.
Just then you hear a cackle of laughter and you look across the room. Johnson has joined the group of women that your wife was talking with and has casually draped his arm across your wife’s shoulder. The women in the group are all laughing at some witty comment that he made. You grit your teeth at the sight of this young prick taking such liberties with your wife, but you are determined not to show any jealousy. The other guys look at you with concern but you just smile wanly.
“Yeah, trying to establish dominance…” mutters your friend Wilson with annoyance. His own wife is in that group laughing along with the other women and talking to Johnson excitedly.
“I guess our boy Johnson is a real hit with the ladies,” says Sanders ruefully. He has a stain on his tie and his shirt needs ironing. He hasn’t been the same since his own wife left him last year.
You just shake your head and change the subject to sports. The night progresses and you move from group to group chatting with various folks from different departments. You notice that Johnson is spending an inordinate amount of time talking with and touching your wife.
You manage to avoid talking to Johnson for most of the night. But just as you were ready to leave and are about to go find your wife, Johnson approaches you with a good looking blonde on his arm.
“Smith, there you are!” he says loudly. “Have you met my wife, Marrissa?”
Johnson’s wife nods at you coldly.
“Hello, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that Jimmy was married,” you say.
“You wouldn’t think so from the way he’s been acting all night, would you?” she says stiffly, giving her husband a dirty look.
“I have no idea what you are talking about, darling,” says Johnson with a roguish smile. “Here, be a dear and have the car brought around, I want to have a quick word with Smith, here.”
Marissa sniffs angrily and strides away as requested. You take a moment to admire her slim figure as she departs.
“Hot body, huh?” asks Johnson noticing your interest.
“Uh, what?” you ask, taken by surprise.
“Never mind. Look, I want to ask you a favor,” says Johnson, putting his arm around your shoulder and speaking quietly. “I met your wife tonight and found her to be simply charming.”
“Yeah, she’s a great lady,” you say, restraining the urge to draw away from him.
“She’s really fun. Anyway, I know this is really irregular, but how would you feel if I invited your wife on a weekend trip?” Johnson smiles at you with a devilish glint in his eye.
You are completely shocked by this and it takes you a moment to gather your wits about you. “What, just you and her?” you stammer.
“Basically, yes. I might also invite a couple of my old college buddies along,” he says softly, looking around to make sure no one overhears.
“Yeah, that is… irregular…” you say trying to think of an appropriate response. “I guess that would be up to her.”
“She said she was game if you were ok with it,” says Johnson wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively.
“Where were you thinking of going?” you ask, struggling to suppress your anger.
"There is a great little nude beach up the coast a little ways," he says nonchalantly. "My own wife is too uptight to go…"
“You’ve got to be kidding!” you cry out, pulling away from him. A couple of people look over curious about your outburst. Your heart is pounding and your palms are slick with sweat.
“Easy, easy. You don’t have to answer now. Just think it over,” says Johnson making a calming gesture with his palms down. “Ciao!” And with that he walks off with smirk on his face.
At first you are angry, but it quickly crosses your mind that this might be a way to unseat Johnson before he can even get situated. You wonder if this qualifies as sexual harassment. You go find your wife and make your final goodbyes before heading out. Once you are both out in the car, you sit pensively thinking over the angles of the situation and waiting for your wife to spill the beans.
“So I guess Jimmy talked to you about his request?” she asks finally. She seems embarrassed and chagrined.
“He said you agreed to go off to a nude beach with him if I approved,” you say calmly looking out at the road illuminated by your headlights in the dark.
“Well I was just kidding around, dear,” says your wife hurriedly. “I guess I had a bit too much to drink… and… I don’t know… I know you won’t want to hear this but he really is a funny young fellow in his own way.” You glance over to see her looking over at you with concern, biting her lip apprehensively.
“He’s a prick, Martha. A douchebag,” you say firmly. “Christ, were you really charmed by that little scoundrel?” You arch your brow at her.
“A bit, dear, a bit,” she admits with a rueful smile. “He has a way about him. Men don’t really pay as much attention to me as they used to, but he has a way of looking at a woman… That makes her feel…” she laughs nervously. “Desirable?”
“Oh shit, Martha,” you say looking at her sadly. “Don’t I tell you how beautiful you are often enough?”
“You do, dear, you do,” says your wife quickly. “But other men don’t do that much anymore. And that erodes my self-esteem. So I hope you don’t mind if I enjoy the attention of a prickish young douchebag a bit. Of course I wouldn’t dream of actually going along with him.” She tries to smile bravely, but you can tell she actually feels insecure and ashamed of herself.
“It’s alright, dear,” you say, patting her on the knee. “But actually, I think you should go with him.”
“What?!” she squawks in amazement. “What are you talking about?”
“This might be a great opportunity for me to get Johnson fired,” you say smugly. “The request alone probably qualifies as harassment, but if you actually go on a trip with him, that will definitely seal the deal.”
“Darling, think what you are saying!” gasps your wife. “A nude beach?”
“Just because you go to a nude beach doesn’t mean you have to take your clothes off,” you say reasonably. “What’s the matter, don’t you think you can handle yourself around this young upstart? Are you afraid he will succeed in seducing you?” You shoot her a quick teasing smile and she laughs nervously.
“You know I would never cheat on you, honey,” she says. “And yes, I think I should be able to handle a man ten years younger than myself… I just better swear off the liquor during this trip.”
“That’s the spirit!” you laugh. “I’ll put an audio recording app on your smartphone and we will get all the goods we need to get this brash interloper fired and open that position up for me to take.” And though you are laughing, it bothers you that your wife wouldn’t trust herself to drink around young Johnson.
***
The following day, you wife phones Johnson and makes the plans to head off to the beach. You and she are sitting together in the living room as she places the call.
“Hello Jimmy, it’s Martha Smith,” says your wife. “... yes, that’s what I’m calling about. My husband has agreed to let
me come along with you…” She shoots you a nervous glance. “Oh, well… you see he’s very confident in our relationship…” You realize that Johnson probably never expected your wife to go through with this and are worried that he will back down. Martha listens with furrowed brow for a moment and then breaks out laughing. “Oh Jimmy!” she exclaims gayly. “Don’t be naughty. My husband is open-minded, but not that open-minded…” You look are her in surprise and she blushes slightly as she listens to Johnson. “Yes well next week works fine… No I certainly will not! I expect you to be on your best behavior, young man… Ok, I will tell him… Yes, I am too… Bye now…” Your wife hangs up and you are annoyed at how flushed with excitement she seems.
“What was that all about?” you ask jealously.
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