Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching Box Set

by Gustav Jorgenson

  “I don’t think he expected you to go along with it,” says your wife with an impish smile. “But he recovered pretty quickly.”

  “What did he say?” you ask, but you aren’t sure you want to know.

  You wife blushes more deeply. “Oh just some typically cocky comments. We agreed that he would send a car for me next weekend.”

  “Ok, Ok,” you say shaking your head. “I hope I don’t end up regretting this.”

  “Oh darling,” says your wife. “Don’t worry.” She come over and plops down into your lap, wrapping her arms around you. “You’re the only man for me. I will put that little fool in his place.”

  ***

  The following week you go to work as usual but Johnson makes no reference to his planned tryst with your wife. When Saturday rolls around, you and she go over the plan one final time as she waits for the car to arrive.

  “Ok Martha,” you tell her. “I put that recording app on your phone. It does both audio and video, but I assume that you will only be able to grab audio.”

  “Right, I played with it and I understand how it works,” says your wife confidently.

  “So you should make sure to tell him how you felt forced to come along since he was my boss and that you were afraid my position at the company would be jeopardized if you refused,” you say, rubbing your hands together in anticipation. “Are you sure you can go through with this?” you ask her.

  “Yes, I’ll be fine,” she assures you breezily. “If he makes any untoward advances, I will simply call a cab and head to a hotel. I’m not worried in the least. In fact, this might be a fun weekend.”

  “Uh, yeah,” you say looking at your lovely wife with trepidation. But before you can reconsider this crazy plan, a horn honks outside and your wife snatches up her overnight bag, pecks you on the cheek, and rushes out of the house.

  ***

  You spend an awkward weekend by yourself. The house feels big and empty without your wife to keep you company. You putter about and wonder if you are doing the right thing. If all goes to plan, you will get Johnson fired and be in a perfect position to take his place, at least temporarily. On the other hand, what if things don’t go according to plan. Your wife seems to genuinely like Johnson. She laughs readily at his jokes and she seemed quite excited and eager to be heading off with him. But then you shake your head at your worries. You know your wife is faithful and that she never went for that really prickish sort of guy. Besides, he’s ten years younger. He’s not a mature man like yourself.

  Late on Sunday night your wife finally returns. She is tanned and glowing with health, but she has a worried look on her face.

  “Welcome home, I missed you,” you say giving her a kiss. “How did it go? Did you get the goods?”

  “Oh boy, did I…” she says returning your kiss. She drops her bag on the floor and flops down into the couch.

  “Let me hear the recording,” you say eagerly, reaching for her phone.

  “Uh, maybe later,” she says not letting you have the phone.

  “What’s the matter?” you ask, looking at her strangely.

  “I want to… edit the recording before you listen to it…” she says not meeting your gaze.

  “But we can’t heavily edit this thing, it will take away from the credibility,” you say squinting your eyes. “Did you say something incriminating?”

  Your wife sighs deeply and pats the couch next to her, “Sit down honey, we need to talk,” she says nervously.

  “I don’t like the sound of this,” you say joining her on the couch.

  “No, you won’t,” she admits. “You know how we just assumed you could go to a nude beach and not get nude? Well, it doesn’t work that way. If you are at this particular beach, you need to be disrobed.”

  “Uh, ok,” you say with a gulp. “So you just went back to the hotel then?”

  “Not exactly,” she says delicately.

  ‘Wait, what?” you say, jumping to your feet. “Don’t tell me you got naked in front of him!”

  “Him and his friends,” she admits in a small voice.

  “What the hell, Martha? I thought we went over this!” you say pulling your hair and pacing around the room. “How could you?” The thought of your wife stripping naked in front of your douchebag boss is wrenching your gut.

  “I just… I don’t know…” she says holding her hands up helplessly. “I guess I shouldn’t have caved in and started drinking. By the time we got to the beach, I was feeling pretty loose. All the boys jumped out and pulled their shorts off without missing a beat. They all just stood there with their stiff willies pointing at me, waiting for me to get naked with them. So I thought, well, I will just take my top off. But when my boobs came out, Jimmy was so complimentary about them that I got a little carried away and pulled my bottom off to show him my bush as well. I mean, you should have seen how stiff he got when he saw me naked for the first time.” You wife scrunches up her face and grimaces at you guiltily.

  “Martha, I can’t believe you are talking to me about how hard you made my boss’ prick,” you say in shock. You feel nauseous with jealousy.

  “Well yes, I know. But I do think we got some good footage for you to take to HR. Like I said, I just need to edit it a little,” she says trying to smile and lighten up the situation.

  “But why do we need to edit it?” you ask in frustration.

  “Well, I am not… I don’t act very appropriate for a married lady. His friends took some video of Jimmy and I on the beach together that I don’t want anyone to see,” she says with chagrin.

  “Oh my god,” you say as the blood drains from your face. “Give me that phone right now, Martha.” You hold out your hand, and you see that it is shaking slightly.

  “You don’t want to see this, darling, trust me,” she pleads, gripping her phone tightly.

  “Are you going to tell me everything that happened this weekend, or am I going to watch it on the phone?” you ask, surprised at how calm you sound.

  “I was very naughty, dear. Terribly naughty…” says your wife, tears welling up in her eyes. “I never meant to hurt you. I just don’t know what came over me. I should have never agreed to do this.”

  “Just give me the phone, dear,” you say, your voice softened by your wife’s tears. “I can’t forgive you until I know what I am forgiving.”

  Your wife hands over the phone reluctantly with her head bowed and you start skimming through the video. There is a scene with your wife standing nude on a sunny beach surrounded by Johnson and two other guys in their 30’s. You press play on the clip and see Johnson slapping his erection against your wife’s bare bottom while she laughs hysterically. Your blood runs cold and you stop the video.

  “Christ, Martha! I don’t think I can watch this,” you say, hands trembling. “You let that young jerk slap his wang against your bottom!”

  “It gets worse, dear, please let me just delete all the video,” begs your wife with a sniffle.

  You skip the rest of that video and click on the next one. You watch as Johnson gestures at his stiff penis and tells your wife to get down on her knees to suck it. A group of other nude men and women have gathered around and are laughing. Your wife resists at first, but various people from the crowd are shouting encouragement and finally she grabs hold of your young boss’s dick and starts yanking on it. He puts his hand on her shoulders and pushes her down onto her knees in the sand before him, then slaps her playfully across the cheek with his erection. The crowd breaks out in a cheer and then your wife has his thing in her mouth and is sucking lustily on it, looking up at Jimmy with adoration in her eyes. You stab the phone to pause it and glare angrily at your wife. Your pulse is racing and your own cock is unaccountably hard at the sight of your wife going down on another man.

  “I can’t believe you!” you sputter. “If you told me you got drunk and carried away by the peer pressure, I could believe that. But the way you look up at him with his cock in your mouth. You are practically
worshipping that little prick.”

  “Honey, it’s actually a pretty good sized prick…” says your wife, trying to smile. She quickly hold up her hands when she sees the look of horror on your face. “I’m kidding dear, I’m kidding.”

  “How can you joke about this?” you demand.

  “I admit, he just pushes my buttons sexually,” she says soberly. “I have no excuse for it. It’s just been a long time since I’ve been with another man. And lord knows our own sex life hasn’t been stellar for a long time…”

  “Ok, Ok!” you say. “I know, I could forgive you anything. Anything, with another man. But not with this asshole. I mean, he took my promotion away and now he’s taken my wife!” You pace around the room anxiously waving your arms.

  “Darling, he never meant to take anything from you, he just took a job that was offered to him,” argues your wife, jumping to her feet to console you. “And he certainly hasn’t taken your wife. That was a purely physical act. You are the man I love and I will stick by you forever. I just need you to forgive me!”

  “Oh Martha,” you say looking at her sadly. “Have I neglected you so much?” You look down at the phone. “What else will I see here?” you ask.

  “You haven’t seen the worst of it yet,” she admits, bowing her head.

  You rub your face and click on the next video. You wife in laying spread out on the sand, with Johnson on top of her, thrusting himself between her legs. His ass is pistoning up and down as she groans with pleasure and calls his name loudly. A group of nude men stand in a circle around the fornicating couple watching with interest. Some of them are stroking themselves lewdly. You toss the phone aside and walk out the back door into the yard, running your hands through your hair.

  It’s a cool clear night out here and the stars are twinkling above. Martha comes and stands in the doorway.

  “How many of those other guys did you fuck?” you ask numbly.

  “Several,” she admits quietly.

  “And I assume they shot their loads all over you?” you ask in disgust.

  “On me and some inside me,” she admits. Oddly your cock stiffens at the thought but you are disgusted with yourself for feeling aroused.

  “Ok, you need to get the fuck out of here for a couple of days while I mull this over,” you say coldly.

  “Yes, dear,” agrees your wife meekly. “I will go stay with my sister.”

  “Leave the phone, I am taking that to HR tomorrow and I’m at least getting that fucker fired!” you say.

  ***

  The next day at work, you march right into Sarah, the HR director’s office with your wife’s phone. You had located a couple of conversations in which your wife described how threatened you felt by your boss inviting her on this trip and him just laughing about it.

  “Hello, John, come in, I was expecting you,” says Sarah as you enter her office.

  “Really?” you ask, taken aback.

  “Yes, Johnson came to me last week about this trip your wife invited him on,” says Sarah squinting at you suspiciously. “He wanted to know what out policy was regarding sexual relationships between spouses of coworkers.”

  “Wait a minute, he invited my wife, not the other way around,” you say, taken completely by surprise.

  “And what did you hope to accomplish by agreeing to that little arrangement?” demands Sarah in a harsh tone.

  “What are you suggesting, Sarah, that I would pimp my wife to garner favors with Johnson?” you respond hotly.

  “You said that, not me,” sniffs Sarah. “Policy is very murky in this area. If Johnson propositioned a female employee working under him, then that would be very clearly harassment. If a woman propositions a manager for career advancement… well there’s no rule against it, but there ought to be.”

  “I can’t believe this, Johnson takes my wife on a weekend trip and you are accusing US of foul play,” you sputter angrily.

  “Please control your tone,” says Sarah. “I don’t want to have to call security.”

  “Sarah, can’t you see what is happening here?” you say, struggling to keep your voice down.

  “It’s clearly some of sort of torrid menage a trois,” says Sarah with disgust. “I think you probably agreed to it just because you thought you could use it against Johnson. While I personally find the entire situation on both sides reprehensible, neither you nor he appears to have actually violated any company policy. But I will talk to him about how appropriate it is to start immediately sleeping with the spouses of his direct reports if you want me to.” Sarah is looking at you coldly and you just deflate beneath her piercing gaze. You had no idea that this plan was so transparent. You shake you head sadly and leave without saying a word.

  Out in the hallway you run into Johnson. He sees whose office you are leaving and puts a conspiratory arm around your shoulder. “I swear your wife could suck a golfball through a garden hose, my man,” he says lecherously. “I assume you saw the phone video? That’s low res stuff, you should see the HD footage we got using my buddy’s camera. The way she sucked my pal’s nuts while I banged her doggystyle back at the beach house was epic.”

  “Get the fuck off me,” you snap pushing his arm away.

  “Ok, Ok, take it easy, bro,” he laughs easily. “We posted it all online. I will send you the URL.” Then he strides away whistling, but then pauses as he thinks of something else. “Oh but we are still editing the stuff we shot last night with her and her sister, so give us some time to edit that.”

  You just stare slack jawed at him as he backs away down the hall laughing.

  A drunken prick at a party grabs your wife around the waist.

  "You don't mind if I steal a kiss from your wife, do you, old man," he asks you as he rudely gropes her. "She is just too irresistibly gorgeous!"

  "Oh my!" gasps your wife, blushing with pleasure as he pulls her close to him. "That's very forward... I really couldn't..." she says with a nervous laugh, looking into his eyes with interest.

  You are annoyed at how flattered she seems. She doesn't even try to withdraw from his embrace.

  He doesn't wait for your response and just locks his mouth onto your wife's in a fierce kiss.

  “Alright, that’s enough!” you say, annoyed. You reach over to give him a shove, but your wife is responding and putting her arms around him. “Jesus, honey, what are you doing?” you ask her petulantly.

  She pulls her mouth away and gasps for breath, but doesn’t release him from her embrace. “Wow!” she says, blushing. “I don’t normally get that reaction from strange men.” She is stroking his shoulders fondly.

  “Yeah, that’s really rude,” you say, embarrassed at how excited your wife is. Some of the other party goers are glancing over oddly and then the hostess, Gabrielle appears.

  “Oh, Ingrid, you’ve met Carl I see,” she laughs. Then she notices your discomfort and puts her arm around you affectionately. “Don’t get bent out of shape, Jason”, she tells you. “Carl is a terrible flirt, but he’s harmless.”

  “Uh-huh,” you say, putting your arm around her back hesitantly. Gabrielle is an old friend of you and your wife, so you don’t want to make a scene.

  “Why didn’t you introduce me to Ingrid earlier?” asks Carl, gazing at your wife’s face lustfully. “Such a gorgeous woman… look at her porcelain skin,” he is still holding her in his arms and running his hands up and down her back in a more-than-friendly way.

  “Oh my gosh,” laughs your wife, blushing madly. “Stop it, Carl, you are making me blush.”

  “Carl, have you met, Jason, Ingrid’s husband?” asks Gabrielle significantly, patting you on the shoulder.

  “Err, no, I don’t think we’ve been introduced,” says Carl, pulling your wife close to him with one hand and reaching out the other to shake. “Carl Ascot, I work wtih Gabrielle at McKinsey.”

  You grit your teeth and smile fakely as you shake his hand.

  “Carl is a top business strategist,” beams Gabrielle proudly.


  “How wonderful for him,” you tell her sarcastically.

  “Oh Carl, see, you’ve made my husband jealous,” says your wife, making herself comfortable in his tight embrace.

  “I know, I know,” he tells her, putting his face close to hers, “But I just can’t help myself. Besides, he must be used to other men throwing themselves at you by now, surely?”

  “Ah, no,” stutters your wife.

  “Jason, I am going to steal your wife away,” he tells you casually. “Just for a few minutes, I simply must get to know her better. You don’t mind, do you, Ingrid?”

  “Well, no…” says your wife, eyeing you guiltily.

  “You go have a little chat,” laughs Gabrielle. “I will keep Jason company.”