Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching Box Set

by Gustav Jorgenson

  "I knew you would say that," she smiles and teeters toward you on her unfamiliar heels to give you a kiss.

  Just then her girlfriend rings the bell and your wife lets her in to introduce you. If you thought your wife’s outfit was slutty, you are shocked by this woman’s outfit. She is basically wearing a semi-transparent lingerie slip with garters and stockings. She is a bit thinner than you like but has perfect legs with shapely calves. You unthinkingly stare at her erect nipples, visible through her transparent top as you are introduced.

  "What’s the matter, cat have your tongue?" asks her friend slyly. "My eyes are up here, but go ahead and check out my tits if you like. I’m flattered."

  "Honey, get a grip on yourself," your wife laughs. "You act like you’ve never seen nipples before."

  "I, uh, sorry about that," you stammer, then catch yourself. You aren’t a boy anymore. You draw yourself upright. "Well, if you are trying to get attention from men, and I would say that wearing this outfit is a pretty effective strategy," you say with more confidence than you feel, looking your wife’s friend in the eye.

  "Thank you," she says with a twinkle in her eye. "How does the view from behind look?" She turns and lifts the back of her slip slightly, thrusting her ass toward you. It is smaller than your wife’s but still very round and well formed. She wiggles it a little and you actually have to consciously refrain from reaching out to squeeze it. You wife is watching your reaction with fascination.

  "Girl, you are giving my husband a hard on," she says matter-of-factly. "Why don’t you flirt with him some more while I finish getting ready."

  "So I hear you have a great cock," says her friend as you wife walks down the hall.

  "You go, girl," laughs your wife from the bedroom.

  You look her up and down and she cock her hip to show off her body for you. She’s a little thin but she has some shape to her. “You look very attractive this evening,” you say with a straight face. But your dick is hard now so you put a hand over your crotch and turn toward the living room. ”Won’t you come in and sit down? Would you like a drink?”

  She walks next to you, looking at your crotch. ”When your wife offered your stud services, I turned her down, but the way you just looked me up and down makes me want to reconsider.”

  You laugh at that. ”Jeez, with an attitude like that I don’t know why you are having trouble getting sex.” You look a her ass as she walks ahead of your to sit down. ”You have almost enough tits and ass to warrant some interest.” It’s not like you to talk this way, but you figure, what the hell, she started it.

  "Almost, huh?" she says sadly, cooling off. "It’s easy to talk a good game in a safe situation like this," she sighs. "I know you two aren’t actually swingers. To be honest, I have never dressed like this in public before. I am very nervous about this, I am normally pretty uptight about showing my body. But I am starting to feel really lonely, so I decided to take a chance on this approach." She pull self consciously at the hem of her slip as she sits on the couch. "You can easily see my panties when I sit down, can’t you?" she asks resignedly.

  "Well, yes," you admit. "You might want to only sit at tables or booths so you can be concealed a bit," you say compassionately.

  She nods and give you a tight, nervous smile as you wife enters back into the room.

  "I hope you don’t mind honey," she says with a twinkle in her eye. "But I decided to slip my underwear off before we go out. Some guys in the club might get to see a flash of my ass tonight…if they are lucky.”

  "That’s fine honey, go ahead and tease me," you say with a skeptical expression. "I don’t believe you would ever have the guts."

  “I don’t think so either, dear,” she says suppressing a little smile. “Well, don’t wait up for us, we might be out late tonight. If we get lucky that is.”

  She and her girlfriend laugh and wave goodbye as they head out in search of cock.

  The End – Volume 3

  Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching, Volume 4

  by Gustav Jorgenson

  Table of Contents

  Wife Confronts Thugs on the Corner in her Lingerie

  Your Buddy Talks Your Girlfriend into giving him a hand job

  Your Woman Likes to Talk About Sex with Your Guy Friends

  Wife’s Boss Invites Her to XXX theater

  Impromptu Pool Lesson in Bar

  Wife Meets a Rough guy at the Bar

  Wife Casually Strips for a Stranger in Front of her Husband

  Mousy Wife in Slutty Dress at Biker Bar

  Haughty Wife, Hen-pecked husband

  Girlfriend Flirts with Boyfriend’s Father

  My wife became a stripper

  Wife Confronts Thugs on the Corner in her Lingerie

  Marcel and Chloe were driving home from dinner one evening when they noticed a trio of rough looking young men loitering under the streetlamp on their corner.

  “Ugh, look at those ruffians,” said Chloe, arching her brow in disdain. “What are they doing here?”

  “They don’t look too savory,” agreed Marcel, slowing the BMW down slightly and craning his head down to get a better look at the strangers. The three young men were all in their early twenties, wearing sagging jeans which hung below their waist, exposing their underwear with bright white t-shirts, and baseball caps with the tags still attached. Marcel stared for a moment, surprised to see such urban fashion in this suburban neighborhood, but felt he uncomfortable when the trio of thugs stared back insolently and grabbed their crotches in signs of disrespect.

  “Horrible,” puffed Chloe indignantly. “Since when do we see such trash here in our neighborhood?”

  “Never before, I’m sure,” muttered Marcel as he turned into their driveway. Marcel drove directly into the garage and closed the garage door behind them for safety, which was a precaution he rarely took. Chloe looked at him significantly as they entered their home.

  “I’m getting changed, dear,” sighed Chloe. “Perhaps you should notify the security service and have them check out those hooligans.”

  “Good idea, dear,” agreed Marcel. He took out his phone and called the number for the neighbor security patrol. “Yes, hello, can we get a patrol to 340 Wren’s Nest Way? There are some suspicious characters standing on the corner.”

  “We have someone two blocks away, I will send them over,” replied the operator.

  “Thank you very much,” said Marcel. He shifted the curtain and peeked out the living room window to see the three young men laughing and punching each other. Within moments the private security SUV pulled up and Marcel saw the security guard roll down his window and ask the thugs some questions. They gave him the finger and shouted insults and the driver quickly rolled up his window and drove off. Marcel stared in confusion.

  In the bedroom, Chloe took off her dress and changed into some seductive lingerie: a see-through chemise and black stockings. She had had a few drinks over dinner and was in the mood for sex. She posed in front of the mirror to review how she looked. Her blond hair hung down to her shoulders, carefully dyed to hide the grey. At 43, she still had a good figure, but it was getting harder and harder to maintain. She cupped her large breasts in her hands and hefted them. They used to be a bit perkier, she sighed to herself. She thought of the young toughs on the corner and wondered what they would think of her body. The devilish thought sent a spasm of arousal through her loins that she quickly squelched. My god, what am I thinking? she chided herself. Then she went out to present herself to her husband.

  “Hubba, hubba,” said Marcel, appreciatively, looking his wife up and and down from head to toe as she returned to the living room, showing off her figure. He gazed up from her shapely legs to her wide hips and narrow waist and then further up to pause at her large jiggling breasts. “That doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it?” he asked excitedly, his penis growing stiff in his pants.

  “Hug me,” said Chloe with a pout, holding her arms open.

  Marcel encirc
led his wife in his arms eagerly and the gripped her nice round buttocks in his hands, grinding his stiff penis against her crotch.

  “Oooh, I like that,” purred Chloe in his ear.

  “Let’s go to the bedroom and discuss this further,” suggested Marcel.

  “Yes, let’s. But, darling, did you get rid of those young men on the corner? They are making me nervous and I won’t be able to relax until they are gone.”

  “Oh, uh, well I called security, but they didn’t seem able to move those fellows along,” admitted Marcel with chagrin.

  “You mean they are still out there?” gasped Chloe, pulling away and gazing at her husband with surprise. “Why that simply won’t do!” Chloe strode over the to the window and peeked out herself. The young men were roughhousing with each other on the corner and she couldn’t help but notice that all three were quite solidly built. “Honey, go out there and tell them to go away.”

  The blood drained from Marcel’s face and his armpits immediately grew damp with anxiety. “Err, darling, is that really necessary? Let’s just lock the doors and windows. We’ll be safe in here.”

  “Marcel, are you afraid to go out there? Where is your backbone?” demanded Chloe, growing a bit exasperated with her husband. “Aren’t you going to protect me?”

  “I’m sure we’ll be safe in here,” said Marcel, making soothing gestures and reaching out toward his wife. “Let’s just go into the bedroom and divert our attention.”

  “I simply won’t be able to get into the mood if I know those, those animals are out there,” said Chloe, the blood rushing to her face. She touched her breasts unconsciously and a crazy thought came to her that both thrilled and mortified her. “Look here, if you won’t go out there and get rid of them, then, then I will do it myself,” she sputtered.

  “You can’t be serious,” chuckled Marcel nervously. “Look at you, you aren’t even dressed.”

  “I’ll put a coat on,” said Chloe bravely, and the next thing she knew Marcel was trailing after her as she strode toward the hall closet.

  “Chloe, be reasonable,” he pleaded as she put on a long black wool coat and slipped into a pair of heels.

  “Oh, Marcel, I will be fine,” she sighed. “I’m not going to be intimidated by these hooligans. I am going to go straight out there and tell them to run right along.”

  “Yes? Just like that?” asked Marcel skeptically.

  “Just like that,” agreed Chloe meeting her husband’s worried gaze and giving him a grim smile in return as she put her hand on the doorknob. “Look, I asked you to handle it, but apparently you don’t have the stones.”

  “Honey, please, think what you are doing, I think the alcohol is clouding your judgment,” stammered Marcel, his gut tied in knots as their tender moment quickly transformed into conflict.

  Chloe pursed her lips at her husband disdainfully and then tossed her head, opening the door and striding out without saying another work. Marcel watched her go with a sinking feeling for a moment before shutting the door and rushing over the living room window to see what happened.

  The stars were twinkling above as Chloe strode down the sidewalk toward the young men. Her heart was racing madly and she fought the urge to turn and run back to the house. She felt quite naked under her heavy wool coat and wondered if the bartender had been making the drinks stronger than usual after all. She had no idea what had gotten into her. She was the first to admit that she could be wilful, but this was a bold move even for herself. The ruffians soon noticed her coming and they all turned to face her with interest. She could see them looking at her stockinged legs as they emerged occasionally through the front of her coat. The lowest button was only a little below her crotch and she tried to clutch the coat closed in modesty as she approached the crew on the corner.

  “What’s up, pretty lady?” said the obvious leader of the gang, looking Chloe up and down boldly. “You come out to keep us company?”

  Chloe stopped and stood there for a moment, inspecting the the three young men before her as they stared back at her insolently. None of them had showered recently and they stunk of body odor. Much to her dismay, she found the scent of these sweaty young men to be unaccountably arousing. They were all of the lowest class, and didn’t seem very intelligent. But they were certainly all well muscled. She watched them unwittingly gripping themselves, continually re-adjusting their jocks and it both thrilled and disgusted her.

  She planted her legs wide apart and put her hands on her hips, exposing her stockinged legs as she addressed these thugs. “Now see here, what are you no-accounts doing here on my corner?” she demanded, tossing her hair imperiously and holding her chin high while her heart pounded in her chest.

  The leader whistled lewdly, bending down to inspect her shapely legs more closely and the trio of young men broke out laughing, redoubling their efforts as their fingered their own crotches.

  “She looks like a flasher in that coat,” mumbled one of the young toughs.

  “She’s a MILF for sure,” agreed the leader loudly, smacking his lips crudely. “I’d tap that ass all night!”

  His friends broke out in raucous laughter, punching each other excitedly at the comment, and Chloe felt her face grow hot with embarrassment. “Pish posh, such bold talk from a boy. How old are you young man?” she demanded, pointing a finger at the leader.

  He was a bit taken aback by Chloe’s firm show of confidence in spite of her reddening face. “I’m 20 years old,” he said a bit defensively. “Old enough to handle you,” he said regaining his composure and grinning at her lecherously while he gripped his crotch.

  “I didn’t come out here to play games with you boys,” insisted Chloe. She was enjoying this back and forth more than she cared to admit. “I want to know what you are doing out here.”

  “We are just hanging out, waiting for hot cougars to come out and fuck with us,” said the leader, “Looks like you fit the bill.” He looked Chloe’s body up and down dramatically while his cohorts chortled and snorted with crude mirth, fingering themselves shamelessly.

  “Why you impertinent rascal, I am old enough to be your mother, show some respect,” said Chloe, wagging her finger at the leader as she suppressed a smile. She had to admit, the leader had an infectious playfulness about him that she found appealing. Also, his teeth were very straight and white. “And will you three stop worrying your johnsons like that? Don’t you know that it’s inappropriate to touch yourselves in front of a lady?”

  “What the fuck is a johnson?” laughed the leader with a broad smile as he gripped that very thing.

  “Johnson is a euphemism for penis, if you must know,” responded Chloe, feeling her pulse quicken.

  The three young men broke out giggling convulsively. “She’s talking about our penises,” mumbled one the the crew, hiding his face in his hands.

  “What’s the matter, aren’t you used to women talking about your penises?” asked Chloe archly, seizing the advantage.

  “Oh, tell me she didn’t say that,” gasped the leader as he and his friends hid their faces in their hands and laughed in embarrassment.

  “Look at you boys, getting all worked up over the work ‘penis,’” she said, relishing the effect it had on them. “And you think you could handle a grown woman like me?”

  “Hey, now,” said the leader straightening up. “Once you saw my dick, you would be down on your knees begging for it.” His pants were hanging low in that urban style and he pulled the waist down below his crotch, exposing his boxer shorts. Then he pinched his swollen penis with both hands showing her the outline of his generous bulge. His friends hooted with delight at this display of bravado in front of the older woman. Marcel saw it as well as he watched his wife confronting the thugs from the safety of the living room window and he felt his gut knot up with anxiety and shame. But he just kept watching, transfixed with a sick fascination.

  Chloe’s eyes widened at the sight of the young thug’s huge package and she had to consciously r
efrain from touching her own crotch in response. She could feel herself getting wet. She looked up and down the deserted suburban street, with lush green lawns and large leafy trees lit by the cold streetlamp light. There was not another person in sight aside from herself and these three delinquents standing together on the sidewalk. All of her neighbors were tucked away, safe inside their homes, sleeping or sleepily watching a final TV show before bed. Her pulse raced as she decided to test these boys further. Chloe looked back over her shoulder at her husband standing nervously in the living room window as she carefully unbuttoned her coat and held it closed loosely.

  “Well, once you saw what I have to offer in return, you might find yourself begging my pardon, young man,” she said fixing the leader with a devilish grin and opening her coat dramatically. She flashed the three young men a brief peek at herself, practically naked beneath her coat in her lingerie. They erupted in shouts of excitement when they caught a glimpse of Chloe’s hard nipples, visible through translucent material of her chemise before she quickly closed her coat again. Her heart was racing and she was amazed and aroused at her own audacity. It felt thrilling to expose herself to these brash hooligans out on the concrete sidewalk on a quiet suburban evening. Her pulse pounded in her ears as her heart thumped in her chest. She turned again to look back at her husband and even from the street, she could tell that he had gone as white as a sheet. She smiled to herself at the sight. That will show him what happens when he acts a coward.