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Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching Box Set

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by Gustav Jorgenson


  As the outrageously bad movie stumbled from one gratuitous sex scene to another, the threesome mocked the bad acting but were drawn into the sensuality nonetheless. Doug and John both had raging hardons and Megan felt herself getting wet. As they went through the wine she found herself snuggling up against Doug and he slipped one arm around her back surreptitiously. John didn’t seem to notice and in fact seemed to be nodding off slightly as was his habit after a long day at work, a good meal, and a lot of wine.

  “Are you tired dear?” asked Megan lightly as Doug ran his hand hungrily up and down her side while sexy dancers thrust their crotches into the air on the screen before them.

  “No, no, I’m fine,” mumbled John sleepily, nodding off in his comfortable chair.

  Megan reached down and gripped Doug’s thigh and started rubbing his leg in a more than friendly manner. Her heart was pounding with excitement and her body was hot from the wine and from arousal. She couldn’t believe that she and Doug were feeling each other up right in front of her husband while he was distracted by the titillating movie and his own drowsiness. Doug started getting more and more aggressive and he slipped his hand under Megan’s t-shirt and slid it up her side closer and closer to her boob. Her breath came faster and faster until she was practically panting when he finally gripped her bare breast in his hand and sought out her nipple with his fingers.

  John glanced over and saw Doug and his wife rubbing up against each other and he snapped to attention slightly. “Hey, what are you guys doing over there?” he asked good naturedly.

  Megan clamped her arm down trapping Doug’s wrist in her armpit. Then she released it and pushed him away slightly as he hurriedly withdrew his hand from her shirt. Doug’s own heart was racing and his erection was pitching an obvious tent in his trousers.

  “Doug was just tickling me, dear,” lied Megan. “But it’s all in good fun,” she added lamely.

  “That’s my wife you are feeling up over there,” said John with a smile. “Show some respect, fella,” he added with a nervous chuckle. He had enjoyed a bit of harmless flirting between Doug and his wife, but John was starting to get jealous of how Megan and Doug were snuggling together on the daybed there. He was starting to regret his choice of movie. Maybe it was getting everyone a little overheated.

  “You know this movie is considered one of the worst of all time,” said John, trying to sound light-hearted. “Maybe we should put something else on.”

  “I’m enjoying it actually,” said Doug languidly, shifting on the daybed to try to hide his erection. “It has excellent character development.”

  “Liar, you just like the boobs,” laughed Megan, punching Doug’s shoulder playfully.

  “Well I do like boobs, I can’t deny that,” said Doug, giving Megan a smoldering look of passion.

  “Heh, heh, yeah, well, I guess we can leave it on then,” said John, but he felt his stomach twisting with jealousy at how familiar Megan was being with Doug. He drank a bit more wine and started to relax and was soon drawn into the movie as another sex scene commenced.

  “I’m usually just stretch out on this, do you mind if I lay down here?” asked Megan softly.

  “Go right ahead,” said Doug. “Shall I cover you?” he asked, noticing the blanket folded at the back of the daybed.

  “Yes, please,” said Megan stiffly. “Why don’t you lay down behind me?”

  “And spoon you?” whispered Doug.

  “Yes,” replied Megan. “Cover us with the blanket.”

  As the two coworkers rearranged themselves on the daybed with Megan laying in front and Doug laying behind her, John roused himself and took notice.

  “Now what are you doing over there?” he asked, trying to hide the annoyance in his voice.

  “I’m just stretching out like I always do dear,” said Megan innocently.

  “And he’s going to lay there with you?” asked John. His head was fuzzy with wine and sleepiness.

  “I guess so,” said Megan pulling the blanket up to her neck.

  “Uh, huh,” replied John helplessly. He didn’t like this arrangement, but he was too muddled to think of a polite way to object.

  Doug wasted no time and immediately gripped Megan by the hips and started grinding his stiff boner up against her soft round ass. Megan gasped in response and reached back to pinch the bulge in Doug’s pants between her fingers. Doug grunted in response and brazenly slid his hands up the front of Megan’s t-shirt, gripping one large breast in each hand and kneading them greedily as she squeezed his cock through his pants. John sat watching them wriggle and shift under the blanket.

  “What the hell ARE you two doing under that blanket?” snapped John testily, growing deeply suspicious.

  “Nothing dear, my goodness,” panted Megan, feigning nonchalance as Doug gripped her boobs in his hands and pinched her nipples. “We are just getting readjusted over here.”

  “Yeah, what if I came over there and pulled the cover off you two?” demanded John hotly.

  “Well then I would be cold,” pouted Megan sweetly.

  John didn’t know how to respond to that it really appeared to him as though Doug was touching his wife’s breasts under that blanket and his stomach flipped with anxiety at thought, but he was tired and drunk and couldn’t think of the right way to handle this.

  “I just need to get adjusted a little more,” said Doug to John and he gripped Megan’s sweatpants by the waist and slid them down to her knees along with her panties while she clutched the blanket to her neck and her heart pounded in her chest like a drum. Megan’s bare ass was pressed up against Doug’s jeans under the blanket and he took a minute to run his hands over her smooth butt cheeks before unzipping his fly carefully so it didn’t make too loud a sound. Her gaze flicking nervously between the movie and her her husband.

  John noticed Megan looking at him and gave her a mistrustful frown as Doug freed his cock and started pressing it between Megan’s thighs.

  “What’s the matter?” asked John grumpily as the head of Doug’s long stiff penis found its way between the folds of Megan’s swollen labia.

  “Nothing at all darling,” gasped Megan breathlessly. “I was just thinking how much I love you.”

  John was utterly disarmed by his wife’s sincere sounding proclamation. Doug bit his lip to keep from snorting at the irony of it all and forcefully thrust his cock into Megan’s how wet cunt from behind. She stuck her fist into her mouth to keep from crying out in passion as John looked at her strangely. Doug left his dick sunk deep inside Megan and longed to start poking it in and out of her, but her dared not for fear of drawing John’s attention. So he consoled himself by reach around Megan’s hip cautiously, careful not to disturb the blanket too much. He slid his hand around her hip and down into her crotch and soon found the slippery nub of her clitoris. She nearly choked in her effort to suppress a moan of pleasure.

  John’s attention was drawn back to the movie as a group of erotic dancers froliced in the nude on screen. Doug peeked over Megan’s shoulder at John in his recliner and started working his dick slowly in and out of John’s wife fingering her clit the whole time while she whimpered soundlessly. He felt himself growing closer and closer to climax as her hot wet snatch gripped his stiff rod. Soon the daybed was creaking rhythmically with his efforts and John sat up in his chair.

  “Christ Doug, are you dry humping my wife over there?” he demanded groggily, the wine fogging his mind and his vision.

  “What? No of course not,” protest Doug as he increased his pace, thrusting his cock between Megan’s soft thighs and into her sodden snatch.

  “But what’s all that rocking back and forth?” demanded John, taken aback but Doug’s boldness.

  “I mean,no, I’m not dry humping her,” said Doug, reaching up and grasping Megan’s generous jugs in his palms again. The weight of them in his hands made his cock stiffen even more. For her part, Megan couldn’t believe that Doug would fuck her from behind and feel her up like this under
the covers while talking to her husband. The sheer audacity of Doug and the wrongness of the situation brought her to climax. “I’m just, Oh shit,” exclaimed Doug as he felt Megan’s vagina tighten suddenly around his cock. She cried out in spite of herself as she came over and over.

  “Megan, are you ok?” asked John climbing to his feet with concern.

  “I mean we are just fooling around,” she gasped as Doug resumed humping her urgently and worked her boobs enthusiastically. “But you are making such a big deal out of it,” she whined, trying to sound offended and upset. Her face with bright red from passion and her breathing was fast and shallow.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” said John contritely. “But this is, Jesus, Doug, will you stop dry-humping my damn wife please?” he demanded angrily, turning to Doug.

  “Oh yeah, sorry bud,” panted Doug. He stopped humping her suddenly as he started spurting his load inside John’s wife. John looked on suspiciously as the commotion under the blanket suddenly ceased and Doug ground his crotch against Megans ass releasing the last of his seed inside her. Megan arched her back eagerly to receive his delivery. “I guess I got a little drunk and I got a bit carried away by having this big round ass right here,” admitted Doug, forgetting himself.

  John laughed in spite of himself. “That’s a nice way to repay our hospitality. Grinding your crotch up against my wife’s rear.” He had a sinking suspicion that Doug also grabbed Megan’s boobs in addition to dry humping her, but he didn’t want to say it.

  “I know, I know,” said Doug contritely, tucking his limp sodden cock back into his pants and zipping up quietly. He extracted himself deftly from under the cover, leaving Megan completely covered but with her pants down and he jumped off the daybed. “That was really out of bounds,” he said, running his hands nervously through his hair. “I uh, don’t know how to apologize properly.”

  John sighed drunkenly at Doug’s demonstration while Megan surreptitiously pulled her sweatpants back up. “Ok, Ok, I see how this happened. We had too much to drink and put on a movie with too much sexytime. I am partly to blame for picking the movie and for laughing along with your flirtation. Let’s just call it a night and talk it over another time when we are all sober.”

  “Ok, John. That’s big of you,” said Doug with a deep frown of respect. Then he turn to Megan, stretched out luxuriously on the daybed. “I am sorry for getting carried away, Megan. I hope you can forgive me.”

  “Forgive you? I thoroughly enjoyed it,” she laughed saucily. “We should do it again sometime. Soon.”

  “Megan!” exclaimed John in exasperation. “You aren’t helping matters here.”

  She looked up at her husband and shrugged, “Sorry, I guess I’m drunk,” she admitted.

  Doug just laughed and waved goodbye, “I will let you two sort this out then, thanks for the hospitality.” Then he hurried out of the room.

  “Yeah, yeah,” said John, waving him off dismissively. “Honey, how could you say that?” he whined petulantly.

  “Please don’t cry like a baby,” she sighed in resignation. “It doesn’t suit you. We were only fooling around. It was completely harmless.”

  Doug walked down the driveway and looked up at the stars, breathing in the cool night air. It was a good night to be alive and not to have been beaten up by a jealous husband.

  Wife Likes to Pretend to be Ravished

  "Do you really think I'm a MILF?" asks your wife with a smile, rubbing your guest's leg suggestively.

  "Hell yeah," utters Malik. "I would do you."

  "Uh, that's not really the right way to talk to another man's wife," you complain.

  "Sorry, buddy," he says with a shrug. "But if your wife keeps rubbing my leg like that, I might need to whip out my junk and stick it into her."

  "Oh my gosh, is this it here?" gasps your wife, grasping the bulge in his pants.

  "Ok, that's enough," he says with a laugh, pushing her back on the couch and climbing on top of her forcefully.

  "Oh honey, he's molesting me," giggles your wife unzipping his fly as he reaches up her skirt and pulls her panties down.

  "But, you're helping him!" you exclaim in dismay.

  "No I'm not!" she protests as she strokes his exposed penis lustily. "He's forcing me and you are just sitting there doing nothing."

  "You people are funny," laughs Malik. "I like you two." Then he climbs up and sticks his stiff rod into your wife's mouth. She sucks his wang enthusiastically which removes all doubt in your mind that she is anything aside a willing participant.

  "Honey, my god!" you shout helplessly as she sucks away on your guest’s cock.

  "Is this really freaking you out?" asks Malik with a lewd grin. "I thought this was some kind of game with you two." He yanks his phallus out of your wife's mouth and pulls away. He pushes her legs apart roughly and she moans with expectation as he positions his large rod at the entrance of her vagina.

  "I-I'm not part of this game," you stutter.

  "Make him stop, honey, he's about to...oh" teases your wife, but she is cut off by Malik's aggressive thrust as he plunges his manhood into her willing slit. She grips his buttocks earnestly as she starts working himself in and out of her. "Holy shit he's big," she laughs.

  "Good thing you're so wet," he grunts as he fucks your wife.

  "This is really unacceptable," you comment lamely nursing your own boner as you watch.

  They just ignore you as Malik starts pumping away on your wife madly and she is panting and cooing with pleasure. Before long he pauses, cock embedded deep into your wife and you realize that he is squirting load after load of jism inside her.

  "Oh wow, your wife's pussy is really hot and tight," he says withdrawing his member abruptly and wiping his brow from the exertion. She immediately drops to her knees before him, licking the cum from his softening dong and fingering her clit madly.

  "Jesus honey, do you have to be so enthusiastic about his dong?" you complain bitterly.

  "Sorry dear, I just can't help myself," she pants, but then she stops and your see the telltale signs that she has brought herself to orgasm. She puts her head down and shudders as she cums while Malik looks on with amusement.

  "You like that, huh?" he asks, slapping your wife in the face playfully with his thick limp penis.

  "How dare you slap me in the face with your member!" says your wife coyly. "So rude!" But she is cackling with laughter.

  "Alright, that's enough. You have used my wife thoroughly and made a cuckold of me, time to go!" you demand jumping to your feet and pointing at the door.

  "Hey, take it easy, pal," he says good naturedly as he zips up his jeans. "We were just fooling around. I thought you were into this. Anyway, see you tomorrow." He walks casually out the door and you are infuriated by how lovingly your wife watches him leave.

  "Was that really necessary?" you ask her plaintively.

  "I'm the one who should be complaining," she sniffs, putting her nose in the air and wiping cum from her cheek. "You just sat there doing nothing while this strange man had his way with me."

  "You know that not true..." you say, but then trail off staring at her in amazement. She looks at you with a little smile on her face and suddenly you both break out laughing nervously at what just happened.

  Strange Gentlemen Have Propositioned Your Spouse

  She asks whether you could tolerate that sort of indignity.

  "Of course not! Good lord, my dear! The very idea!" you say, astounded.

  She grimaces with chagrin and makes a hissing sound by sucking air between her bared teeth. ”Yes, I feared you might react this way. You see I actually inquired into the details of this sort of arrangement. I don’t know how to justify my interest, but I was curious about the particulars. They said they wouldn’t discuss it further unless I proved to them that I was seriously interested.”

  "Well of course you walked straight away at that point?" you ask, sipping your tea.

  "Well they said that I seemed a little too me
ek to be able to handle that sort of thing." she says, still grimacing. You indulge in a chuckle in response. Your wife is quite high-spirited. "I must say, they challenged my pride a little. Also, I have been thinking about how infrequently we make love of late. I wondered if something like this might re-ignite your interest in me."

  "You don’t say?" you ask, incredulous, eyebrows raised.

  She tisks, and looks at the wall, only glancing at you furtively from the corner of her eye. ”Well, you know, I thought that perhaps if you saw other men showing interest in me… It would remind you how you used to feel.”

  You reach out and take her hand. ”My dear, come now. You know I love you. We have discussed this. This is a consequence of our long marriage. Also, my hormones level aren’t what they used to be. Of course we aren’t going to have sex as much as we used to.”

 

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