Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching Box Set

by Gustav Jorgenson

“Oh shit,” said Rich, sweat breaking out on his forehead. “This is just wrong.” But he unzipped his fly nonetheless and started jerking off as he watched the two wives lick and suck this stranger’s gonads.

  “Rich, what the hell?” cried Bob helplessly.

  “I don’t know, Bob,” mumbled Rich, never taking his eyes off of the two wives as they services their young lover. “I guess our love life has dwindled down over the years. Seeing Diane go at this kid’s balls is really turning me on. I must have started thinking of her as more of a mom than a lover at some point, and this reminds me that she’s…”

  “She’s what? A cheating slut?” commented Bob sarcastically.

  “Don’t be like that Bob,” purred Diane in response. She shifted position on the bed and ended up with her ass in the air pointed directly at Bob.

  He gazed down at her round white ass with her swollen labia poking between her milky thighs and his cock jumped to attention. He gripped himself unconsciously at the sight.

  “Honey, are you checking out Diane’s ass?” giggled Sara, removing the young man’s penis from her mouth, but continuing to stroke it while she turned to face her husband with a wicked grin.

  “No, I mean, well, yes, but you are in no position to criticize,” stammered Bob, his face burning hotly with shame and arousal.

  “Oh, I know. You caught me naked as a jaybird and sucking a stiff cock,” she laughs, giving the cock in her hand an extra tug for emphasis. “But I didn’t think it would play out like this.”

  “Here, look out Diane,” demanded the young man suddenly. “I am going to fuck Sara from behind now.” He pushed Diane away gently and forcibly spun Bob’s wife around so that she was facing her husband on her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder at the horny fellow as he positioned himself behind her.

  “Aren’t you going to ask first?” she asked him coyly, but then she gasped dramatically as he thrust his large member into her.

  “I don’t got to ask, I can feel how wet you are. You ready,” said the dark intruder. Bob noticed that the young guy’s grammar was decaying as he grew more lustful.

  “What am I supposed to do?” pouted Diane. “I’m wet now too.”

  “I only got one dick,” laughed the dark fellow as he pumped his cock into Bob’s wife, making her boobs sway back and forth. “One of you two fuck her,” he said, motioning to the two husbands.

  “Bob, you do it, I saw you looking at Diane’s twat,” said Rich, stroking himself and sweating profusely. “Put your dick in her.”

  “Rich, we’ve known each other for years,” said Bob weakly, his dick straining stiffly at the thought of fucking his old friend’s horny wife. He looked at his own wife, she was biting her lip and panting as she got banged from behind and wasn’t paying attention.

  “If you’ve got a hardon for me, I’ll take it,” said Diane, looking back at Bob lustily. She reached between her legs and spread her pussy lips for him suggestively.

  “Oh jesus,” gasped Bob uncertainly, his erection pitching a tent in his pants.

  “Just fuck her for Christ’s sake,” injected Sara, her cheeks bright red. “How can you be a prude about it at this point?” The black man laughed and gripped her hips more firmly so that he could pound her harder and she cried out slightly in passion.

  “Ok, ok,” agreed Bob. He hastily unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis.

  “Looks good,” said Diane with a smile. “Let’s have it.” She wiggled her ass at him invitingly and that was all the encouragement that Bob needed.

  Bob strode forward and sank his member into his wife’s good friend Diane while her husband jerked off madly. She gasped with pleasure as the swollen head of his cock parted the slippery folds of her vagina. Bob groaned with ecstasy at how hot and wet she was. He looked down with admiration as Rich’s wife’s big round ass and ran his hands over her rump as he pumped her from behind.

  “Your wife has a great ass,” said Bob to Rich absently.

  “It’s good to see you enjoying it,” gasped Rich. “Hold on,” then he rushed over to the bed and thrust his cock into Sara’s face. “Sara, can you suck this for a second, I’m about to cum,” he asked her desperately.

  “Certainly, Richard, I don’t mind helping you out,” said Sara, arching her brow at her husband as she took Rich’s dong into her mouth.

  Diane laughed at the sight and Bob just increased his efforts fucking her from behind.

  “This is so fucked up,” chuckled the young guy. “I never got down with swingers before.”

  “We aren’t normally swingers,” explained Rich distractedly with his cock in Sara’s mouth. “Oh shit,” he exclaimed. Sara choked slightly and Rich pulled his meat out and started shooting hot cum all over her face.

  “My goodness, Rich. I haven’t seen you cum that much in years,” panted Diane excitedly, fingering her own clitoris as Bob porked her from behind. “That’s hot,” then she put her head down and shuddered. Bob could feel her cumming, her cunt tightening around his shaft and it triggered his own orgasm. He just let loose and spurted load after load deep into Rich’s woman, looking at his own wife’s face, glistening with Rich’s seed.

  “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” shouted the interloper as he playfully slapped Sara’s rear and humped her forcefully.

  Bob knew that his wife had a thing for spanking and he watched her face as she was overtaken by her climax. It was fascinating to him because he had never seen his own wife cum from a distance like this. She was very beautiful in the throes of passion. And it was wickedly wrong to see her getting fucked by a young stranger with his good friend’s jizz on her face. Bob had to admit it was a massive turn on.

  “Sorry, Bob,” said the black man contritely. “I just blew my load inside your wife.”

  “Uh, huh,” responded Bob numbly, deep in the afterglow of his own ejaculation.

  The black fellow pulled his dick out of Sara’s cunt and slapped his long, sodden member against her ass playfully.

  “Yeah, beat me with that thing,” she laughed. Bob was stung by jealously suddenly to see how fondly she looked back at her new lover.

  “Ok, well, this has been an eye-opening experience,” said Rich, stretching fitfully and zipping up his fly. “Let’s head back down to the bar and grab another drink, shall we Bob? The girls probably want to shower first.”

  Everyone nodded agreement at that plan.

  “Yeah and I might want to stick my cock into them both again real quick before I send them back to you,” said the cheeky young man, making the women titter with excitement.

  Bob grimaced at the idea and his stomach churned with jealousy, but Rich just clapped him on the shoulder and led him out of the pot infused hotel room.

  “Things will never be the same between us, will they?” asked Bob uncertainly.

  “I certainly hope not,” laughed Rich. “I can’t wait to get a crack at your wife’s pussy.”

  Bob laughed weakly along, he couldn’t really be mad at his pal after Bob himself had just emptied his load into Diane like that. Maybe this would all work out somehow after all.

  Rough Jock Hits on Nerdy Wife at Board Game Party

  Newly wed couple Arthur and Eleanor joined a couple of friends Herman and Lester one night to enjoy a rousing game of “Settlers of Catan,” a board game cherished by nerds the world over. Unfortunately their friendly game was disrupted by the intervention of Herman’s crass cousin Joey…

  Arthur, Eleanor, Herman, and Lester were all sitting around the coffee table in Herman’s living room playing “Settler of Catan” when Herman’s cousin Joey walked into the room.

  “My god, look at you nerds,” laughed Joey crudely, stretching his large muscular arms far apart and then rubbing his bald head with contentment.

  “Uh, Joey, we are trying to play a game here,” said Herman with annoyance.

  “Who’s that guy?” whispered Eleanor, looking Joey up and down critically. He was a tall, well built young man in his early twenties w
earing sweatpants and a sweatshirt with some sports team insignia on it. He dominated the room with his presence and Eleanor noticed her husband and the other two young men playing with them shrink down slightly in response to him. Joey reminded Eleanor of the mean jocks that used to harass her husband back in high school.

  “That’s my cousin, Joey,” explained Herman with resignation. “He’s staying with me for the summer.”

  “So which of you nerds are the swingers?” asked Joey with a smirk, flopping down on the couch as the friends sat cross-legged on the floor before him.

  Everyone at the table looked at Herman with raised eyebrows and he blushed furiously.

  “I uh, tried to explain polyamory to Joey but he doesn’t really get it,” said Herman sheepishly.

  “Oh shit,” sighed Lester. He knew that Herman was polyamorous and was seeing a girl who had other lovers as well.

  “Yeah, I saw Herman’s girlfriend out with another guy and I when I told him about it, he was cool with it,” laughed Joey in amazement. “I can’t believe you people. I wouldn’t let some other guy fuck my girlfriend like that.”

  “Ok, look, so first of all, you don’t even have a girlfriend,” said Herman impatiently,

  Eleanor couldn’t help giggling in response and looked over shyly at Joey as he sat sprawled on the couch with his legs spread wide. He was fingering his crotch distractedly and she blushed and looked away, pushing her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose.

  “And secondly, and secondly,” stammered Herman. “I am the only one who is polyamorous here. Eleanor and Arthur are married and monogamous.”

  “Oh yeah?” asked Joey, looking Eleanor over with interest. She was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off her breasts and short skirt with knee-high socks. She pulled at the hem of her skirt self-consciously, her face burning as Joey looked her over. “You guys look pretty young to be married!” snorted Joey. He brazenly stared at Eleanor’s big boobs as he touched himself and was surprised when he felt his thing stiffen at the sight of them. He had never fucked a nerdy chick before.

  “We are 24!” blurted Arthur defensively. He was mortified at the way Joey was ogling his wife. Eleanor had always dressed very modestly and was never an overtly sexual woman, but Arthur had been trying to convince her to dress more provocatively lately. Now he felt a cold pang in his gut as he realized the consequences of her revealing outfit. He actually had been interested in getting Eleanor to think about polyamory, but he never imagined some dumb jock like Joey would show an interest in her. He thought it might be fun if she fooled around a little with one of his nerdy friends. That seemed harmless and titillating, but the idea of this jerky guy Joey being interested in her filled him with jealous dread. Joey was exactly the kind of guy that used to beat him up in high school. He was exactly the wrong kind of guy to be with his wife.

  “Ok, that’s cool,” said Joey, rudely stroking the growing bulge in his sweatpants as he looked Eleanor’s body over. “No need to get all huffy about it. I was just asking.”

  “Christ Joey, do you have to touch yourself like that?” asks Herman with exasperation. “It’s pretty impolite.”

  “Oh jeez, you sound like my mother,” laughed Joey not bothering to stop. “I don’t know why I do this, I guess it’s just a bad habit I picked up. All my guy friends touch their junk. It’s no big deal.” He looked Eleanor in the eye with a wicked grin while he pinched the head of his cock through his sweatpants.

  Eleanor gasped in surprise at the tent Joey’s penis was pitching. It seemed like an improbably large bulge to her and her cheeks flushed red at the thought of such a large penis. She caught herself wondering what it would look like and glanced away in embarrassment.

  “Uh, should we continue the game here?” asked Lester awkwardly. He sensed the strange sexual tension between Eleanor and Joey and it made him uncomfortable. He didn’t like Herman’s loud, rough cousin and Lester wished he would go away.

  “Man forget that game, let’s just hang out,” cajoled Joey. “What are you guys drinking? Let me have one.”

  “Uh, we have wine coolers in the fridge,” muttered Herman, giving his friends an apologetic look.

  “Wine cooler?” snorted Joey with derision. “What a fag drink! Oh well, whatcha gonna do?” But he jumped up and strode easily out of the room with his erect penis pointing straight out in front of him as he went. Eleanor couldn’t help but stare at his priapic bulge as he went. Arthur noticed her interest and felt nauseous.

  “I’m so sorry, guys,” whispered Herman, glancing over his shoulder toward the kitchen. “I thought he was going out for the night. Maybe we should pack it in. I can’t expect you guys to put up with my boorish extended family.”

  “Is he really related to you?” asked Eleanor with amazement. “He doesn’t seem very smart.”

  “Well, he was adopted,” explained Herman with a grimace. “He really doesn’t fit in with the rest of the family.”

  “Ahh,” said Eleanor knowingly. “That explains it. Well we certainly can’t continue the game if he is going to hang out. But I don’t want to let him ruin our evening together. I was looking forward to seeing you two.” Eleanor batted her eyelashes at Herman teasingly and Arthur got excited. It was OK with him if Eleanor flirted with Herman. Herman wasn’t a big threatening meathead.

  “Well, I guess we can go up to my room to hang out,” said Herman, trying not to stare at Eleanor’s milky white thighs. She had shifted around and Herman could see right up her skirt now.

  “Nah, don’t go up there,” said Joey, walking back into the room carrying a wine cooler and a bag of chips. “Stay down here and hang out with me.”

  Arthur was relieved to note that Joey’s bulge had subsided quite a bit.

  “Joey, you don’t really have anything in common with my friends,” squeaked Herman in complaint.

  “Yeah well, it’s good to meet people with different points of view,” said Joey, furrowing his brow.

  Eleanor was surprised to hear Joey making such a cogent observation. He seems to genuinely want to spend time with them. The idea that he was lonely crossed her mind and Eleanor felt herself feeling sympathetic toward Joey.

  “I’m not such a bad guy once you get to know me,” continued Joey earnestly. “Here, Eleanor, come sit with me on the couch and let’s chat.” He patted the couch next to him suggestively with one hand while the other hand strayed back to rummage around his groin.

  Eleanor watches in fascination as Joey’s bulge grew again while he seemed to be rubbing his testicles through his sweatpants. She looked uncertainly at her husband who was gazing at Joey with plain distaste. “I, uh,” she said hesitantly.

  “Come on now, I don’t bite,” said Joey with a toothy grin.

  “Well, OK,” agreed Eleanor, rising to her feet and looking down at her husband.

  Arthur gave her a pained look but didn’t know how to object in a polite way, so he kept his mouth shut. Eleanor pressed her lips together tightly and joined Joey on the couch. Eleanor felt his body giving off heat next to her and could smell a slight tangy scent of body odor emanating from him. She felt slightly repulsed and yet slightly drawn to him and she caught herself staring down at his crotch as the bulge in his sweatpants resumed it’s prodigious proportion.

  “So, Herman, who’s doing your girlfriend tonight?” asked Joey amicably, as Lester and Arthur cleaned up the Catan board. He yawned expansively and stretched out his big arms in both directions, then he slid one big limb behind Eleanor and wrapped it around her shoulder, drawing her up against her side. Eleanor gasped and put her hand on Joey’s thigh reflexively and was momentarily distracted by how solidly muscled his leg was.

  “Hey, uh,” objected Arthur weakly. He could feel his armpit growing damp with anxiety.

  “Yes, Arthur?” asked Joey innocently as he gripped Eleanor tightly.

  “That’s, err, my wife,” choked Arthur, finding it hard to breathe as his heart pounded in his chest.

  “I kno
w,” responded Joey smugly. “She’s very soft and snuggly.” He grasped Eleanor’s side playfully and she broke out giggling in spite of herself.

  “Stop it,” she squealed, struggling to suppress her laughter as she wriggled free from his grasp.

  “Oh, sorry,” said Joey, withdrawing his arm from her and resuming his self-fondling.

  “That’s better,” said Eleanor, pulling at the hem of her skirt primly. “Now behave yourself,” she said with a little smile. She couldn’t help feeling flattered by his attention. Men rarely paid much attention to her, let alone macho guys like Joey and she wondered if she should wear revealing clothes like this more often. She liked feeling desirable.

  Arthur just stared open mouthed at his wife sitting there with Joey, unsure of what to do. She was clearly enjoying his advances and the jealousy was tying his stomach in knots. But Joey quickly kept the conversation moving.