Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching Box Set

by Gustav Jorgenson

  “Oh you like that?” she purred sexily as she started pulling on his swollen member.

  “Dorothy!” exclaimed Bob in shock. “What’s gotten into you?”

  “I don’t know, honey,” she said apologetically, tugging away on this other guy’s cock the entire time. “I just … Jesus, he’s as hard as a fucking rock. And it’s purple for Christ’s sake! I mean, who has a fucking purple penis?” She laughed weakly, averting her eyes from the stunned expression on her husband’s face, as she continued to work the frat boy’s tool.

  The frat boys laughed raucously and crowded in closer. “This is awesome!” muttered the guy who was jerking himself as he watched.

  The leader looked over at Bob and said, “Pardon me, Bob.” and he swung a leg over Dorothy so that he was straddling her with is cock in her face. She just broke out laughing hysterically.

  “Oh my God, you are really going for it!” she exclaimed happily.

  “Care to suck a purple penis?” he asked casually as he reached behind him and started exploring her twat with is fingers. Bob looked on in dismay as his wife hungrily thrust her hips upward in response to the frat boy’s fingering and simultaneously took his cock into her mouth and started sucking it urgently.

  “Man, look at your wife going to town on Joey’s rod, Bob,” said one of the frat boys with a laugh. “It’s like she hasn’t had a dick in ages.”

  “Shut the fuck up,” said Bob numbly as he looked on in shock.

  “Ok, that’s enough honey,” said Joey pulling his thing away.

  Dorothy gripped it and didn’t want to let go. “I want more,” she pleaded. Her eyes shining with lust.

  “Don’t worry, I’m going to put it in you now,” he said tenderly. The frat boy turned and gave Bob a cocky smirk as Bob sat staring open mouthed at the site of his wife refusing to let go of this douchebag’s penis. Then the frat boy deftly squat-thrusted into a missionary position and dropped down between Bob’s wife’s legs. He grabbed his dick and nudged the head gently between Dorothy’s labia, moving it up and down her slit to get it lubricated. “She’s real wet,” he told Bob confidentially.

  “Don’t tease,” whined Dorothy, her cheeks flushed and eyes burning with lust. “Put it in me,” she begged, avoiding her husband’s glare guiltily.

  The cocky frat boy thrust his hips down, smoothing plunging his stiff prick into Dorothy’s hot sodden snatch. She gasped with pleasure and wrapped her arms around his back eagerly.

  “See, you like that, don’t you?” he asked her.

  “Yeah, it’s real hard,” she admitted, her wits dulled by lust.

  “Take that!” he grunted as he started pumping his thing in and out of Bob’s wife. She clung to him making little whimpering sounds of passion. He turned to Bob and panted, “Oh man, your wife’s pussy is so fucking tight, it’s awesome!” Bob couldn’t take any more and jumped up. Bob was about to give the frat boy a kick, but one of his buddies intervened.

  “Hey, I know how you must feel,” said the frat boy sidekick interposing himself between Bob and the fornicating couple. He continued in a surprisingly compassionate tone. “But you should just let him do her at this point. Look how into it she is.”

  Bob paced back and forth in frustration as the leader drilled his wife on the blanket they laid out just an hour before. A group of teenagers was gathered on the path watching in fascination. Suddenly Bob’s wife cried out in ecstasy as she entered the throes of climax. Bob looked over to see the frat boy pull out and spill load after load of hot sperm all over her soft white belly. She jerked his cock to help him finish and looked over at Bob with an apologetic expression. ”Sorry honey,” she said to Bob with chagrin.

  Just then the guy jerking off while he watched knelt down by her side and shot a load right into her face.

  “Jesus christ!” she said, punching him in the gut angrily. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

  The guy fell back on his ass laughing. “What? Are you going to get all picky now? You just fucked my buddy without even knowing his name.”

  “I didn’t know his name, but he had the balls to whip his junk out and take control of the situation. You’re just a fucking peanut in the gallery, jerking your pud,” she replied angrily wiping his cum from her face. “I don’t want your fucking jizz on me.”

  All the frat boys laughed uproariously at this and the leader got up and gave his buddy a swift kick in the ribs. “She told you off, Patterson. That was epic. I love this lady.” He went and found his shorts and pulled them on. “Ok, we are out of here,” said, bending down to give Dorothy a kiss on the cheek. “See you later gorgeous, thanks for the shag. You were amazing.”

  “You too, purple penis man,” said Dorothy with a laugh.

  Joey turned to Bob and held out his hand, “Hey, no hard feelings, huh, bro?”

  Bob just slapped his hand away in anger and turned his back on him. Joey shrugged his shoulders and helped Patterson to his feet.

  “That kick really hurt, bro,” complained Patterson.

  Joey just punched him in the arm as hard as he could in response.

  “Ow, what was that for?” yelped Patterson.

  “That’s for taking liberties with my woman,” said Joey with a laugh as the group walked away. Bob gritted his teeth in anger that this douchebag was calling Dorothy “his woman.”

  Just at that moment a policeman pushed through the crowd of teenagers and strode casually over to where Dorothy was laying, naked and covered in cum.

  “Hello, officer,” she said laconically. “Can we help you?”

  “You can help everyone by putting some clothes on. I’m going to have to take you two in for public indecency,” said the policeman shaking his head sternly.

  “Oh, I don’t know her officer, I was just passing by,” said Bob thinking quickly. As he walked away he heard Dorothy screeched in complaint behind him. He only felt a little guilty about it. Maybe she deserved a night in jail for cheating on him like that.

  ***

  “Well if she can be naked, so can I,” he said, pulling out his stiff wang and waving in Bob’s wife’s face.

  Neighbor Doesn’t Bother to Stop Fucking your Wife when You Walk in on Them

  You closed an important business deal today so your boss gave you the rest of the day off to celebrate. You are elated and rush home to tell your your wife the good news. She mentioned that she would be staying home this afternoon so you don’t bother to call ahead. When you walk into the livingroom, you are confused to see your wife’s dress and a man’s jeans on the floor in front of the couch.

  “Honey, I’m home! Where are you?” you call out. You don’t recognize the jeans as being your own and your wife is way too neat to leave clothes lying around like this so you are starting to get suspicious. She doesn’t answer, so you walk through the house looking for her. She is nowhere in sight, so you finally head to the bedroom. The door is ajar and as you approach you hear the tell-tale sound of the bed creaking and the headboard tapping out a steady rhythm against the wall. Your blood turns to ice as you hear that sound and you burst into the room to find your neighbor Jim fucking your wife doggystyle on your bed. She is totally naked and her tits are swinging back and forth as he grips her by the hips and slams his cock into her over and over again.

  “Oh my god, what are you doing here?” gasps your wife, her cheeks flushed from the exertion and her eyes bright with lust.

  “I...I came home early to celebrate closing the UniTech deal…” you stammer, shocked at the sight before you.

  “Honey, I can explain,” gasps your wife lamely.

  “Yeah, it’s not what it seems,” pants Jim. He doesn’t bother stopping and just keeps right on sinking his meat into your wife over and over again. “Oh, and congratulations on that deal by the way, I know that was important to you.”

  “Congratulation?!” you shout. “How can you congratulate my while you kneel there drilling my wife on my own bed?” You find yourself pulling at yo
ur hair in frustration, stunned at Jim’s audacity.

  “Please don’t get upset,” pleads your wife, her hair a sweaty tangle. Then she puts her head down for a moment and whispers, “Oh God, Jim, I’m close…” Her tits are still swaying and sight of her hard pink nipples swinging back and forth makes your penis stiffen in spite of yourself.

  “Yeah, just because Linda and I fool around a little sometimes doesn’t mean that I don’t like you,” says Jim indignantly, looking at you with a hurt expression as his pelvis thrusts forward over and over again driving his penis into your willing wife. “I’m legitimately happy that you closed that deal. Oh shit, hold on, your wife’s pussy is tightening up, it’s making me cum.”

  “Don’t stop Jim,” gasps your wife urgently and she bucks wildly beneath him, one hand between her legs as she touches herself and brings herself to a climax.

  “I can’t fucking believe this,” you shout, frozen in place and watching in fascination as Jim grips your wife roughly by the hips and grinds himself against her, obviously pumping load after load of semen inside her as you watch.

  “She’s just such a hot fuck,” he gasps apologetically. “I can’t resist her. When I came over, she just pulled her dress right off and climbed onto my lap in her underwear.”

  “Don’t act like it’s all my fault,” laughs your wife, tugging playfully at his nutsack as she lays, spent, beneath him. “You were sporting wood the minute you walked in the door.”

  That’s more than you can take and you rush over and drag your wife off the bed by her hair. She cries out in surprise as you slap her sharply across the face with your other hand. You are about to strike her again, but you are distracted by the site of her gorgeous body, sprawled on the ground before you.

  Jim jumps off the bed to defend her but she calls out quickly, “Stop it, Jim. I deserved that. Of course he’s going to be upset.”

  Jim looks down at her hesitantly and you take the opportunity to punch him smartly in the jaw. He reels backward from the blow, and you kick him viciously between the legs where his cock hangs limp, still soaked with your wife’s juices. He groans in pain and crumples to the floor. You are about to kick him again, when you wife jumps up and pulls you away.

  “Honey, please, take your anger out on me,” she pleads, hanging from your shoulders and weeping. “He didn’t break any vow to you, I did.”

  You pull her off your back and spin around to confront her, but the anger drains away as you watch her standing bravely before you with tears in her eyes but holding her chin up, ready to take your blow. You slap her again half-heartedly but then turn away and flop down on the edge of the bed with you head in your hands.

  “Oh my fucking ‘nads,” says Jim, writhing in pain on the ground. “Jesus that hurts.”

  “That’s what you get for fucking another man’s wife, asshole,” you snap irritably. “How could you do this to me?” you ask turning to your wife.

  “I...don’t know, one thing leads to another, I guess...” she is groping for words as she pulls on a nightgown. “You know, it’s no big deal really, it’s only sex,” she says trying to force a smile and choke back her tears. “Of course I still love you.” She tosses Jim his shorts and he struggles to straighten his legs to get them on. You seen the look of concern flash across her face as she sees the pain he is in and your anger flames up again.

  “How can you say that?” you demand, jumping to your feet again. “If you love, how can you fuck another man?”

  “He’s got a nice stiff cock,” shrugs your wife apologetically. “You just aren’t very excited by me any more. We’ve been together for too long. I’m the old ball and chain to you.”

  “That’s not true,” you say, but you know it is true. You and your wife haven’t made love very frequently for the past year or so.

  Jim climbs unsteadily to his feet and bends over with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. “Bob, I think you kicked by balls up into my abdomen,” he says shakily.

  You give a laugh in spite of yourself, then wipe the smile from your face quickly. “Good. You deserved it.”

  You wife, Lisa comes over, wraps her arm around you, and puts her head on you shoulder. “Honey, you know that our love life has been in the dumps. I started feeling like an old bag and it was starting to hurt my sense of self-esteem. But when Jim sees my naked body, his thing practically jumps right out of his pants, and I feel young and sexy again.”

  “Jesus, spare me the gory details,” you say, holding her at arm’s length.

  “Well, you got the gory details already when you saw him with his rod inside me,” says Lisa with a frown.

  “Don’t I make you feel sexy anymore?” you ask, looking her in the eye sadly.

  Lisa sighs and looks to side, biting her lip, “That’s not what I meant… I mean, you could make me feel sexy if you wanted to...I guess I felt pretty special when I say how you went after Jim, punching and kicking him like an animal. I guess you still care...”

  “Jesus, no more punching and kicking, please,” snaps Jim desperately, holding up his hands to ward you off. You look at him standing there in his shorts, all pale with a pot belly and his knees knocking together and you laugh in spite of yourself.

  “Don’t worry, Jim, I’m cooling down,” you say with a grim smile.

  “That’s good. I mean, what’s a friendly shag between friends now and then after all,” says Jim with a cheeky smile. “Lisa’s got a hell of twat.”

  “Why you fucker,” you say, lunging forward again. Lisa tries to pull you back, but she is laughing too hard as Jim cringes and covers his head. You punch Jim on the arm as hard as you can and he yelps with pain, clutching his arm in agony.

  “I said no more punching,” he whines shying away from you toward the door and nursing his bruised shoulder.

  “You can’t provoke him like that, Jim,” laughs Lisa, wiping a tear from her eye.

  “A friendly shag,” you sniff dismissively straightening your shoulders.

  “Well that’s all it was,” says Jim defensively. “I’ll stop by now and then, slip it to her, then have a cup of tea and be on my way.”

  “Charming,” you say, amazed at Jim’s insolence. “Do you think Judy would see it that way?” you ask, referring to Jim’s wife.

  Jim and Lisa exchange a nervous look and say nothing.

  “What was that look about?” you demand, your stomach flipping anxiously.

  “Well, Judy, uh…” says Jim hesitantly.

  “Judy knows about it,” says Lisa boldly turning to face you with a trembling lip.

  “Wait, what?” you say scratching your head in confusion.

  “She joins in sometimes,” admits Jim with chagrin. “She has been trying to get us to bring you into it so we could start swinging properly.”

  “I just didn’t have the guts to broach the topic,” admitted Lisa. “But I guess you broached the topic by closing the UniTech deal and coming home early during one of Jim’s little visits. I am so proud of you for closing that deal, by the way. I know you will get a promotion from this.” LIsa throws her arms around you and gives you a passionate kiss.

  “Yeah, I promotion, but uh, about swinging with Jim and Judy,” you say numbly, putting your arm around her from old habit.

  “Judy’s been begging me to let her suck your penis,” says Lisa softly in your ear, reaching down to grip your cock familiarly. It stiffens immediately at the thought of beautiful, buxom Judy going down on you. “Ooh, you like that idea, I see. Bad boy. Bad, bad boy,” giggles your wife as she tightens her grip on your rod.

  “Alrighty then,” says Jim rubbing his hands together enthusiastically. “I will dash to the butcher and pick up a prime rib and have Judy whip us all up a proper a celebration dinner. Can I expect you folks at 7:00?”

  “Huh?” you stammer, looking at Jim’s excited expression stupidly.

  “Of course, I’ll let you use my wife any way you see fit,” says Jim magnanimously. “She’s been looking forwa
rd to it. She has some special lingerie picked out for you and everything. In fact it might be kinky if she served dinner wearing that and nothing else.”

  You penis throbs at the thought of Judy serving you prime rib in naughty underwear.

  Lisa feels your reaction and chuckles, “His penis has spoken, Jim. We will see you at 7:00.”

  “Sounds great, toodle-oo,” Jim says as he ducks from the room.

  “Wait, I’m not done being angry at you yet,” you tell your wife, furrowing your brow in confusion.

  “I know, dear,” says your wife, getting on her knees before you and pulling out your stiff penis. “Let me work on that.” As she wraps her mouth around your pulsing penis and starts sucking you lustily, you stare off into space thinking about Judy’s big, juicy boobs. Of course, Judy’s prime rib is pretty damn good, too. It’s going to be difficult to stay angry about this for long.