Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching Box Set

by Gustav Jorgenson

  "That’s cool," she says. "But what really makes you cum a lot?" she glances at you out of the corner of her eye and struggles to hold back a smile. "I mean, I like it when a guy shoots a bunch of loads in my face. I like it when spurt after spurt of cum just drenches my face and boobs and then drips down my belly." She unconsciously strokes a breast with one hand and her stomach with another. You can see her nipples getting hard and press through the thin material of her t-shirt.

  "Whoa," says your buddy looking at you with eyebrows raised.

  "What the fuck are you trying to do here?" you ask her, you are practically sputtering with indignation and your face is hot.

  Your girl turns back to face you and slouches back into the couch. ”Oh shit, are you guys really going to be like this? They say guys think about sex 5 times a minute, but I get raunchier than this talking with my girlfriends all the time.” She crosses her arms and pouts at you.

  Your other buddy holds up his hands palm up. ”You have to admit, it’s a little awkward talking to you about sex when your boyfriend is sitting right there,” he says.

  "Duh, do you think?" you say, starting to calm down a little.

  You girlfriend laughs, “Ok, jeez, you guys are conservative. Forget I ever mentioned it.”

  You look at you watch. ”Shit I have to leave for work.” You and your buddies get up to leave.

  "Hey, you guys can hang out if you want to. I don’t bite," says your girlfriend slyly.

  "Uh, I don’t know," says the friend that talked about liking tits. He is looking back and forth from you to her.

  Your other friend turns to you and asks, “Would it be weird if we hung out here?”

  You don’t know what to say. You don’t want to act like you can’t trust your own friends with your own girlfriend, but it does feel weird.

  You girlfriend looks at you coldly. “Oh well, maybe you guys should just all go then.”

  You stand up straight, “No,it’s cool. This is ridiculous. You guys are always welcome to hang out at my place. I will see you guys when I get back.”

  They all immediately smile at each other and sit back down together on the couch. ”Have fun at work,” they call not looking at you.

  Your stomach drops and your blood runs cold as you walk out the door.

  Wife’s Boss Invites Her to XXX theater

  Jane and her husband Sam were finishing up dinner when she got up the nerve to make an announcement.

  “Uh, Sam, I forgot to mention that I agreed to go out with a coworker this evening,” said Jane, looking at her husband with concern.

  “Oh, really? That’s unusual,” said Sam, not bothering to look up from his dessert. “Where are you going?”

  “Well, there’s a new theater down by on Industrial Parkway that we wanted to check out,” said Jane, biting her lip in apprehension.

  “Industrial Parkway?” said Sam, finally raising his head and looking at his wife in surprise. Jane noticed idly that this was the first time Sam looked her in the eye during the entire meal. “That’s a pretty rough part of town, isn’t it? Who would put a theater down there?”

  “I don’t know,” said Jane, avoiding his sudden gaze and toying idly with her food.

  “Wait a minute, wasn’t there some uproar in the city council about a XXX theater opening up down there?” said Sam with a distant look on his face.

  “Yes, that’s right. That’s the place we are going to,” admitted Jane, blushing deeply. “We ah, wanted to see what all the brouhaha was about,” she said, forcing a nervous laugh.

  “Jeez,” snorted Sam with a laugh, returning his attention to his cake. “I don’t mean to be a prude, but I am surprised that you would go for that sort of thing.” He paused and looked up at his wife again curiously. “Hey, do you think you will be safe down there, just you and your girlfriend from work?”

  Jane squirmed uncomfortably as her husband looked at her with concern. “Yes, well, I uh,” she stammered awkwardly, unsure of how to tell Sam. “I should be OK, see, I am going with a guy friend, not a girl friend.”

  Sam nodded automatically and dug into his food before snapping back to attention. “Wait, what?” he squawked indignantly. “You are going to a porn theater with another man?!”

  “Now darling, just relax,” said Jane with a weak smile. “I knew you would get upset, but it’s not what you think. Ed and I are just going on a lark.”

  “Ed? Your boss boss invited you to a XXX movie?” yelped Sam. “That’s not a lark, that’s sexual harassment! You should take this directly to HR.”

  “Now honey, don’t get all worked up,” said Jane, rising quickly to clear the table. “Ed and I have worked together for years. We always joke around with each other. I don’t feel harassed at all.”

  Sam sat dumbfounded for a moment and watched his wife bustle about putting the dishes into the dishwasher and wiping the table. “This is totally inappropriate,” he said finally.

  “Darling, you know I love you,” said Jane, putting her arms around Sam from behind and kissing him on the cheek. “Ed and I are just going to go out and have a bit of fun together. It’s perfectly harmless.”

  “Perfectly harmless?” asked Sam in amazement, squeezing his wife’s hand and craning his neck to look her in the eye.

  Just then the doorbell rang and Jane pulled away, ruffling her husband’s hair affectionately. ‘Oh, that will be Ed now. Be a dear and get him a drink. I need to go get changed.”

  Sam and went to the door muttering angrily to himself. When he opened the door, he found Jane’s boss Ed, standing there in an expensive grey suit. Ed was balding and slightly overweight, in his late 40’s or about 5 years older than Sam and Jane. Sam tried to refrain from frowning as he greeted him.

  “Hello Ed, won’t you come in?” he said politely, forcing a smile.

  “Ah, Sam, good to see you!” exclaimed Ed heartily, barging past Sam and clapping him on the shoulder roughly as he went past. “Where is your little lady?”

  “Um, Jane is getting ready and asked me to offer you a drink,” said Sam, gritting his teeth in annoyance.

  “Oh, that’s fine. I’ll have scotch if you have a good one,” said Ed looking around the living room with pursed lips before dropping down in Sam’s favorite leather recliner.

  Sam went over to the dry bar and poured Ed a single malt scotch that was normally reserved for very special occasions. He was annoyed at how Ed took the seat he himself was accustomed to sitting in each night. It felt like an additional violation on top of Ed’s aggressive move with his wife.

  “Thank you, Sam,” said Ed, taking the drink from Sam as he continued to size up their living room. Sam was annoyed by the look of disdain on Ed’s face as he examined their furniture. He and Jane had spent a lot of money at Restoration Hardware and Pottery Barn to furnish their home and here Ed was looking down his nose at their stuff. “So, how is the job hunt going there, Sam?” asked Ed, tilting his head to the side sympathetically.

  Sam’s face flushed red at the mention of his extended unemployment. Judy had been supporting the both of them since Sam was laid off the year before and he was sensitive about the topic. “Err, yeah, the job market is pretty tough right now,” said Sam with embarrassment.

  “Tsk, tsk,” tutted Ed condescendingly. “Have you considered going back to school for your MBA?”

  “Yes, Jane and I had discussed that,” admitted Sam, annoyed that Ed had managed to put him immediately on the defensive.

  “Well, I have to admit, you are being a wonderful sport to let me steal Jane away this evening,” chuckled Ed smiling at Sam lewdly.

  “I was going to ask you about that, Ed,” said Sam, his stomach roiling as he mustered the nerve to confront Jane’s boss.

  “Yes, Sam?” asked Ed looking at Sam with an expectant twinkle in his eye.

  “Um, well, do you really think, I mean, it’s not really proper is it?” stammered Sam nervously. His pits were soaked and his palms were sweating profusely. He and Judy
really relied on her salary and he didn’t want to put her job in jeopardy, but he had to draw the line somewhere.

  Ed just laughed deeply. “Oh Sam, come now. We are both men of the world, aren’t we?” asked Ed, rattling the ice in his scotch with delight.

  “Men of the world?” asked Sam at a loss.

  “Well what do you two men of the world think of this outfit?” asked Judy, edging timidly into the room wearing a shockingly short and skimpy dress with thigh-high stockings and high heels.

  “Hubba hubba,” said Ed excitedly, running his eyes hungrily up and down Sam’s wife’s curvaceous body.

  Sam nearly choked on his drink when he saw his wife. “My God, Judy,” he exclaimed.

  “Don’t you like it?” she asked, twisting her fingers before her self consciously.

  Sam gazed at his wife’s large breasts jiggling in the halter top and noticed that she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. Then he looked at her shapely legs sheathed in sexy black nylon stocking with her milky white thighs exposed and he felt his member stiffen with arousal.

  “You look like a prostitute,” blurted Sam without thinking. As soon as he said it, he wished he hadn’t.

  “Oh dear,” said Judy worriedly, blushing deeply. She tugged at the hem of her dress apprehensively. “Ed had asked me to dress, uh, provocatively tonight.”

  “Now, don’t be such a prude, Sam. I think Judy’s outfit is very appropriate considering the venue,” said Ed, staring at Judy’s long gorgeous legs as she stood before him shifting anxiously from foot to foot. “Here, turn around Judy, let me get a look at you,” commanded Ed casually.

  “I’m not a prude,” said Sam tightly, suddenly realizing that he had a death grip on his glass and struggling to relax himself. His stomach was churning with jealousy as Judy turned slowly in place so that Ed could look her over thoroughly. Sam could see that Ed was paying particular attention to Judy’s gorgeous round ass, clearly outlined by the thin, tight material of her dress as she turned for him.

  “I think you should dress this way for work everyday,” said Ed with a wry smile.

  “Oh, I really couldn’t,” gasped Judy, putting her hand to her mouth. “People would talk.”

  “No, of course you couldn’t,” sputtered Sam. He noticed the sexual energy flowing between Ed and Judy and he felt sidelined as they ignored his comment.

  “Judy, are you wearing panties?” asked Ed arching his eyebrow.

  “Of course I am, Ed, my goodness,” said Judy, blushing a deep shade of red. Sam was distracted by how beautiful she looked with such color in her face and realized that he really didn’t take time to appreciate how sexy his own wife was often enough. It was a shame it took another man’s interest to make him see it.

  “Here, slide them off for me,” coaxed Ed, leaning forward to address Sam’s wife. “That will make it hotter.”

  “For Chrissake, Ed. What are you playing at?” yelped Sam indignantly. He was struggling to reign in the situation as it spiralled out of control.

  “I just think it will make the evening a bit more exhilarating for everyone involved if Judy went commando tonight. But she’s a grown woman, Sam,” replied Ed mildly. “You should let her make her own decisions.”

  “Now Ed,” laughed Judy weakly. “That really is going quite far, isn’t it.”

  “Take off your panties right now, Judy,” said Ed simply. Sam gulped at the implied threat but he didn’t know what to say.

  Judy smiled with chagrin at her husband as she hiked up her dress slightly and pulled her panties down as instructed. She smoothed her dress back modestly as they dropped to her ankles.

  “There now, that’s better,” sighed Ed with satisfaction. “Don’t you feel naughty now?”

  “Yes, I feel very naughty, Ed,” admitted Judy with a wan smile at her boss as she bent down and picked up her underwear. She scooted over to the couch and sat down carefully, pulling at the hem of her dress which barely covered her crotch.

  “Judy, how could you do this?” asked Sam in amazement.

  “Oh Sam,” tittered Judy, giggling nervously. “Ed’s just a terrible flirt sometimes, but he doesn’t mean anything by it.” She crossed her legs without thinking Sam caught a glimpse of her public hair. He looked over at Ed and he wagged his eyebrows lewdly in response, showing that he had seen it to.

  “I do mean something by it,” said Ed firmly. “I am trying to get you to push your sexual boundaries. I want to see how far you will go.”

  “That’s just, I mean, this isn’t how a manager is supposed to act with his employees,” stammered Sam, the blood draining from his face.

  “Now Sam,” replied Ed with a pained expression. “This has nothing to do with our work relationship.” Ed looked at Sam as though he smelled a bad scent. Judy gave Sam a pleading look and shook her head imperceptibly to forestall this line of conversation.

  Sam looked at his wife imploringly and gulped. Ed knew damn well that Sam was out of work Sam thought to himself. Ed knew that the couple was in a precarious situation financially and he was taking advantage of it. “But, Judy is a married woman,” said Sam.

  “Sam, you really are old-fashioned aren’t you?” laughed Ed. “What sort of signal do you think your wife was sending me when she agreed to go see a pornographic movie with me tonight?”

  “Signal?” asked Sam in surprise.

  Judy interrupted before Sam could say more. “Now Ed, don’t tease Sam like that. Tell, me what sort of movie are we going to see tonight?”

  “I don’t know the name, but it’s a hardcore gangbang flick,” said Ed, turning to face Judy. “There’s going to be a lot of sucking and fucking.” He wagged his eyebrows at Judy significantly and she just giggled in response.

  “Ok, Ed, that’s enough,” said Sam uncomfortably.

  “And a lot of cumshots I hear,” added Ed for good measure.

  “Jesus Ed!” complained Sam. “That’s my wife you are talking to.”

  “Well I do know what a cumshot is, Sam,” protested Judy meekly.

  “Oh, does he like to give you facials?” asked Ed with interest.

  Judy glanced at Ed sheepishly and nodded her head.

  “That’s good to know,” grunted Ed with a crude laugh.

  “That’s our private business, Judy,” squeaked Sam in protest.

  “Sam, just relax, will you?” demanded Ed. “We are all adults here.”

  “Come now darling, don’t sulk,” coaxed Judy with a forced smile. “You like porn. You watch porn movies all the time.”

  “Judy, please,” whined Sam, glancing at Ed uneasily.

  “Ok, look, I’ve had enough of this,” said Ed decisively. “Sam, I’m taking your wife out down to the XXX theater and we are going to watch some explicit sexual material together. We are both going to get extremely aroused and she won’t be wearing any panties. Do you understand?” He stood up abruptly and strode over to offer Judy his hand.

  “I’m, uh, this is just, um, unbelievable,” sputtered Sam.

  Judy took Ed’s hand and let him help her to her feet. “Oh Ed, must you taunt poor Sam this way?” She turned to her husband and smiled warmly. “Now don’t let him get to you dear. Let’s not make a mountain out of a molehill. This is nothing but a slightly bawdy night out between a couple of coworkers.” She teetered over to Sam in her unfamiliar heels and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “We’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

  Sam stared numbly as Ed lead Judy out of the room. She gave her husband a compassionate look over her shoulder as she left and Sam’s heart melted slightly. His wife was bravely facing this sexual harassment and trying to make light of it. He felt deeply inadequate for being out of work for so long and putting her into this position so he resolved to renew his job hunt the very next day. Of course he had been saying that to himself for months now, and something always seemed to come up to delay his search. Whether it be some renovation around the house or relatives visiting, he never seemed to find the time to really focu
s on his job hunt. He had gotten somewhat complacent with Judy earning a good salary. Her income had taken the pressure off of him. But now he felt the pressure back on.

  In fact Sam felt so much pressure and anxiety that he decided to have a few more drinks to calm his nerves. He must have passed out on the couch at some point because Judy woke him gently when she got home and lead him unsteadily back to bed.

  “What time is it?” he asked her blearily.

  “It’s late, dear,” she said gently as she helped him undress for bed.