Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching Box Set

by Gustav Jorgenson

  “I am not going to sit here and watch this shit,” exclaimed Simon in frustration. “Come on, guys, give me a hand with these little pricks.”

  The other men got up hesitantly and followed Simon as he strode back over to the bar.

  “What’s up, Simon?” asked Johnny insolently, dry humping Beatrice from behind while she giggled uncontrollably.

  Simon noticed with jealousy that Beatrice’s cheeks were flushed with arousal and her hair was mussed up fetchingly and his blood was boiling with anger. He lunged forward drunkenly and tried to punch Johnny in the face, but the younger man dodged deftly to the side and his fraternity brothers quickly intervened, pushing Simon and the other husbands back aggressively. Ted fell back and landed on his ass as the bartender started shouting for the bouncer. But Harriet and Beatrice forced themselves between the young men jostling against the older men and separated the two sides.

  “That’s enough,” shouted Harriet brassily as the bouncer arrived and stood by clenching his fists in anticipation. “The party is over. Don’t make a damn scene. Let’s just get out of here.”

  “I’m gonna punch that prick in the nose,” slurred Simon, trying to get at Johnny while the younger man waggled his eyebrows at Simon teasingly. But Ted climbed to his feet and help the other husbands drag Simon out the door into the parking lot.

  The other wives and husbands stood milling around chatting excitedly as the bouncer came out to make an announcement. “I know you folks come in here all the time and that those young pricks are probably the ones to start this mess,” said the big grizzled biker. “But to be honest with you, those young fellas would be a handful for me if I had to go back in there and toss them out, so if you folks agree to call it a night and head home now, then the drinks will be on me next weekend. What do you say?”

  “I’ll go now, I don’t care, but where the hell is my wife?” shouted Simon drunkenly as he stood under the streetlight in the parking lot.

  “Uh, Beatrice stayed behind to try to smooth things over with Johnny and the boys,” said Harriet nervously.

  “Smooth things over?” squawked Simon. “What’s that supposed to mean? I am going back in there to get my wife!”

  “Now hold on, buddy,” said the bouncer, blocking his way. “Let me handle this. I will go back in there and escort your wife back out here so that you all can go. And I sure hope she’s more sober than you, or else I will need to call you a cab.”

  Simon glowered at the bouncer, but held his tongue and Ted came over and patted him on the shoulder.

  “She’ll be out in a minute, I’m sure,” said Ted. “Hey, you know that was a lot of excitement, huh?” He felt bad for Simon and was trying to distract him.

  “Too much damn excitement,” growled Simon in agreement as he paced back and forth in the chilly parking lot as the cars whipped by on the nearby freeway.

  “Tell me about it,” laughed Ted. “I got pushed over and landed right on my ass.” He rubbed his rear ruefully. “I’m too old for this nonsense. I’ll have a bruise on my butt for a month.”

  “What the hell is taking them so long?” demanded Simon, growing impatient as the other couples bid their farewells and headed home. He kept thinking of that cocky college kid taking liberties with his woman and it burned him up inside.

  “Don’t fret, dear, I’m sure everything is fine,” said Harriet with trepidation. But Simon could tell that she was hiding something by the way she kep glancing at the entrance to the bar.

  “Fuck this, I’m going in there to get my damn wife,” said Simon finally, rushing back into the bar. Harriet and Ted trailed after him in trepidation.

  When he got inside, he saw the bouncer standing with a bunch of the fraternity boys in a circle but he couldn’t see his wife. He strode right over to ask the bouncer where Beatrice was. As he approached he could hear the bouncer remonstrating with someone.

  “Come on now ma’am, your husband’s right outside waiting for you,” said the bouncer awkwardly. But Simon couldn’t see Beatrice in the group. He pushed into the circle to confront the bouncer and was shocked to see Beatrice on her knees greedily sucking Johnny’s cock while all his friends stood around and made rude comments. The bouncer was standing by helplessly trying to convince her to stop and when he saw Simon, his face turned white.

  “Oh shit, here’s the husband,” choked the bouncer lunging forward to grab Simon.

  Beatrice turned and looked at her husband with the young mans cock sticking into her mouth. She had a wild look of surprise in her eyes, but she just kept sucking it anyway.

  “Oh yeah, keep sucking it mama,” said Johnny with satisfaction, leering lecherously at Simon as he patted Beatrice on the head.

  “You little fucking douchebag,” screamed Simon, struggling to get past the bouncer. All the frat boys were looking at him and laughing while Simon’s stomach was twisted in cold knots of jealousy and frustration.

  “Wait, Simon, wait,” shouted Johnny in response. “It’s not what it seems. Beatrice is just comforting me after our upsetting run in.”

  Simon stared in sick fascination as Beatrice’s head bobbed up and down on Johnny’s meat.

  “She sure knows how to comfort a guy,” laughed one of the bystanders gripping his jock as he watched.

  “Let me at him,” cried Simon, struggling weakly against the much larger bouncer.

  “Just let it go,” said the bouncer sadly, trying to push Simon away. “Let it go.”

  “No, don’t go, Simon, watch, I’m almost done,” said Johnny gayly. Then he pulled his cock out of Beatrices mouth and started spurting cum all over her face as she looked up at him lovingly. All the frat boys laughed and cheered as their friend hosed cum all over Beatrice’s face and into her open mouth. Simon just looked on in shock as she licked his cock clean when he was done. Johnny helped her politely to her feet and handed her a handkerchief.

  “That was awesome, Beatrice, thanks,” said Johnny brightly. “Let’s do again sometime.”

  “You are so naughty,” said Beatrice, patted Johnny on the cheek. Then she pulled modestly at the hem of her skirt and took a deep breath to face her husband.

  “How could you?” said Simon despondently, all the anger and energy drained from his body.

  “Oh Simon, please don’t be such a cry baby,” said Beatrice lightly. “It’s only a little blowjob, not the end of the world. Come on, let’s get you home to sober up.”

  And the bouncer and frat boys looked on in amazement as Beatrice bustled past them and guided her unhappy husband out the door.

  Husband Finds Wife Drinking with His Friends in Her Lingerie

  Bob was getting ready to leave work for the evening when his boss, Stewart popped his head in the door.

  “Oh, Bob, I’m glad I caught you. I just got off the phone with the general counsel and we need to revise that press release tonight before it goes out,” said Stewart. His expression was sour and it made Bob’s stomach drop.

  “Stew, I’ve got poker night tonight!” complained Bob. “I was just about to head out.”

  Stewart sighed with resignation and his expression softened somewhat. “I’m sorry Bob, but the CEO insisted that we make these changes right away. If we don’t word this correctly, then we are setting ourselves up for trouble. It should only take a couple of hours. I told the CEO and general counsel that we would join them on a conference call presently.”

  “Oh brother, there’s no getting out of that,” admitted Bob. “Let me call my wife quickly and I will come join you in your office.”

  Stewart nodded assent and walked out. Bob felt utterly deflated. He really relished his monthly poker night with his old college buddies. His wife was always very accommodating and helped prepare food and drinks, but kept out of their way and left them alone to drink and joke raucously, the way men tend to do. He pulled up her contact info on his phone in annoyance.

  “Hey,” he said when she answered. “I need to work late tonight, can you call my friends and
tell them.”

  “Oh honey, I’m so sorry,” replied Bob’s wife Cindy with compassion. “I know how much this night means to you.”

  “Yeah, it’s hard to find a night when everyone is free these days,” said Bob. “But there is a problem with that big press release, so I need to stay and fix it.”

  “Well how long is it going to take?” asked Cindy thoughtfully. “They aren’t due for another hour yet, maybe I can just entertain them until you arrive.”

  Bob looked at the time. “Oh wow, would you do that?” he asked hopefully. “It should only take us about two hours so you would only need to mollify them for an hour or so.”

  “Well that’s no big deal. We’ll watch TV or something until you get home,” said Cindy brightly

  “Honey, you are the absolute best!” exclaimed Bob, his spirits lifting. “How did I find such an amazing wife?”

  “You are a lucky man,” responded Cindy with a laugh. “Just remember this next time I ask you to take out the garbage.”

  “I will be on extra chore duty for a month! I definitely owe you for this. You are saving my poker night,” said Bob with a smile.

  “It’s a deal,” said Cindy. “But I don’t really mind. Your friends are all nice, we get along pretty well. Anyway, I love you and will see you soon. I will keep the beer cold for you.”

  “Thanks honey, love you too,” said Bob. “Bye!” He hung up and rubbed his hands together happily. He did feel like a lucky man to have such a good wife. All of his friends’ wives were grumpy about having poker night at their houses. They didn’t like the continuation of this remnant from their husband’s bachelor lives. With his mind at ease, Bob grabbed his laptop and rushed down to Stewart’s office to fix that press release.

  Unfortunately, the problems were more difficult than he anticipated. The CEO insisted on stating things that the counsel absolutely forbid and it was a long and difficult negotiation to arrive at a compromise. Bob looked at the time and realized with dread that it had taken them three hours instead of two. As he rushed back to his office he tried calling his wife to see how things were going, but the call went directly to voicemail. He tried calling a couple of his other poker buddies too, but got the same result. He felt dejected and confused and held little hope that his friends would still be there when he got home. They probably got annoyed and left after having to wait for so long.

  Bob drove home, feeling depressed. He enjoyed married life, of course, but he missed the social life that he used to enjoy before he got married. He rarely got a chance to spend time with his old friends anymore. His mind was so consumed with these moody thoughts that he didn’t notice all the cars parked in front of his home until he was pulling into his own driveway. It seemed that all of his friends had decided to stay after all. Bob felt a warm flush of gratitude that his buddies would hang out for so long waiting on him, and rushed happily into the house.

  But as Bob entered the living room he was greeted by a strange and disturbing sight. All of his friends were there, alright, but they all looked startled and guilty as he barged expectantly into the room. Everyone had clearly been drinking, their faces were flushed and their eyes were sparkling with excitement. Bob’s wife Cindy was there with them. Bob was shocked to see her sitting on his friend Fred’s lap, wearing nothing but her sexy lingerie. She had on a lacy black bra and panties that were effectively transparent and her thigh high stockings with her high heels. She had her arm around Fred’s neck and he had his hands on her hips, squeezing and rubbing her soft white flesh.

  She was laughing happily as Bob came in and it took her a moment to realize that her husband was present. Bob could tell that she had been drinking too.

  “Jesus, what the hell are you wearing, Cindy?” gasped Bob in amazement. His wife had a great body, with large breasts, slim waist and nice round hips. But she was always very modest and never showed off her body like that. She certainly never flirted with Bob’s friends before. She always acted very demure and retiring when they were around.

  “I uh, I don’t know,” said Cindy, at a loss for words. “I was just trying to keep the boys entertained while you were at work.”

  Bob friends all laughed nervously at that, and Bob noticed them shifting uncomfortably in their seats.

  “I know this looks bad, buddy. But it was perfectly innocent,” said Fred with a wan smile. “It was all in good fun.”

  “Christ Fred, your fly is down!” exclaimed Bob. His stomach was twisted in jealousy and he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He looked around the room and realized that most of the guys were either covering their crotches or trying to zip up their pants surreptitiously. “What the heck was going on here?”

  “Nothing!” chimed in a couple of your friends, but they avoided Bob’s angry gaze guiltily.

  “I was just being playful,” said Bob’s wife with a crooked smile. Bob could tell that she was a little drunk and trying to make light of the situation. “I mean you were gone for so long, I had to do something to provide amusement for our guests.” She shifted her weight on Fred’s lap but kept her arm draped around him and made no move to get up. Bob noticed with sick fascination that Cindy was pressing one boob up against Fred’s chest. All his friends casting sly glances at Cindy’s gorgeous exposed body. Her erect nipples were clearly visible through the lacy material of her bra and her legs looked quite striking in her sheer black stockings. Bob’s own penis responded by swelling with blood at the sight of his wife’s sexy body. The fact that she had been exposing herself in front of all his friends added a sickening twist to his arousal. His gut was in knots and his hands were sweating in response.

  “I thought you were going to watch TV,” said Bob helplessly, holding out his hands plaintively, palms up. “But I find you here in your underwear and all my buddies have their flies down. Were they jerking themselves off while you stripped for them or something?”

  “Now Bob, come on,” blustered Fred, but his eyes were guilty. Bob’s other friends avoided his eyes, but Cindy gazed at him with her inner brows raised compassionately.

  “It wasn’t like that… exactly,” said Cindy awkwardly.

  “What do you mean, ‘exactly’,” demanded Bob in frustration. It annoyed him how Cindy wasn’t bothering to cover herself or even get off of Fred’s lap now that he was here.

  “She didn’t really strip for us,” offered Bob’s friend Wilson meekly. Bob looked at Wilson with his mouth hanging open. Wilson was a shy fellow, never much one for the ladies. Bob couldn’t believe that he also seemed to be taking great care to cover his crotch.

  “So she just greeted you at the door in her knickers?” asked Bob incredulously.

  “Well at some point we all decided it would be fun if I got changed into this outfit,” said Cindy with a cute grimace. “I guess we had already had a few drinks by that point.”

  “Uh, huh,” said Bob, struggling to maintain composure. “And when did they start whipping their dicks out?” he asked.

  “Now honey, don’t put it like it like that,” said Cindy with a hurt expression. Bob saw that she was blushing madly. “You make it sound so crass.”

  Bob’s stomach flipped at this response. “Wait, so you aren’t denying it? You are just complaining at how I have characterized your slutty behavior?” stammered Bob incredulously.

  Cindy hung her head in shame and said nothing. Bob glared at each of his old friends in turn but they all avoided his gaze.

  “Wilson! You, of all people, took part in this?” asked Bob desperately. “You sat there stroking yourself while my wife paraded in front of everyone, practically naked, brazenly showing off her body?” As he said it, Bob felt his own penis swell even further and he realized that this idea was turning him on.

  “She’s uh, a very, attractive woman,” stammered Wilson helplessly. “We were all laughing and having a good time, it seemed so harmless…”

  Bob’s blood ran cold as his fears were implicitly confirmed. “Harmless?” he squawked petulantl
y. “How would you like it if I jerked off while your wife strutted her stuff for me?” But Bob immediately realized his mistake as everyone burst out laughing at that idea. Wilson’s wife was quite overweight.

  “I’m not sure how I would feel about that,” admitted Wilson seriously, ignoring the laughter around him. “But I am pretty sure Martha wouldn’t offer to model her lingerie for you guys in the first place.”

  “Are you blaming me for this, Wilson?” laughed Cindy, putting her hand to her chest. “Don’t let him fool you Bob. Wilson was coaxing me on as much as anyone. He wasn’t shy about begging me to service him either,” she said giving Wilson a lascivious look that made him redden in embarrassment.