Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching Box Set

by Gustav Jorgenson

  “No, I’m not OK,” Sam pouted glumly. But his penis had sprung fully erect as he watched Kurt’s ass pistoning up and down as he fucked his wife with abandon. Sam realized that his hardon was pitching a tent in his pants and was afraid that Dana would notice.

  “Uh, omigod, hold on,” groaned Dana as Kurt pounded his dick into her. She moaned loudly in passion and wrapped her arms more tightly around Kurt’s back. She wanted to comfort her husband but Kurt’s insistent thrusts were bringing her to verge of orgasm. She tried to restrain herself because she knew it would hurt Sam’s feelings to hear her vent her lust, but she simply couldn’t control herself.

  “Yeah, bitch, what’s my name?” grunted Kurt, ploughing Sam’s wife roughly as sweat dripped from his forehead. “Call my name!”

  “Kurt!, Kurt!, oh god yes, do me,” called Dana, vaguely aware that this would hurt Sam, but too caught up in ecstasy to care.

  “Ha, ha, that dirty slut wife of your is begging him for it!” crowd Serge in excitement as he wanked away furiously.

  “I’m cumming!” cried Dana, clinging desperately to Kurt a her body shuddered in pleasure.

  “Yeah, that’s right,” intoned Kurt as he renewed his thrusts. “Now it’s my turn. Oh yeah, that’s it, here it cums. Oh fuck,” he shouted. “I’m spurting my jizz all up in your wife, Sammy, how you like me now?” he gloated triumphantly.

  “I don’t like you at all,” replied Sam miserably, nursing his stiff penis and struggling with his conflicted emotions. Part of him wanted to open his fly and masturbate as he watched his wife getting owned.

  “I’m sorry, honey,” said Dana, reaching out to her husband as Kurt climbed off of her.

  “Yeah, I’m sorry, too, honey,” mocked Kurt in falsetto. “Next time I will cum all over her face so you can watch her lick the goo from my dick like a hungry whore! I’m going to the bathroom to shower now.”

  “Here, bitch, get on your hands and knees,” urged Serge with his dick in his hand. “I’m ready to bust my nut.”

  “But what about poor Sam?” asked Dana, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright from the sex.

  “I dunno, suck him off or something while I do you from behind,” shrugged Serge, kneeling down and roughly flipping Sam’s naked wife over so that she was kneeling with her ass facing him.

  Dana whimpered with surprise as Serge entered her forcefully from behind and stretched her arms out toward her husband.

  “I, can’t, reach, your, penis, Sam,” she stuttered as Serge pounded her rhythmically from behind.

  “This is such a fiasco,” griped Sam, but he hurriedly unzipped his fly and crawled over to present his erect penis to Dana.

  “Why, Sam, you are as hard as a rock,” exclaimed Dana in surprise as she gripped Sam’s dong. “I think you got excited watching Kurt use me like that.” But before Sam could respond, she descended onto his penis and started sucking it enthusiastically.

  Sam looked up at Serge fucking Dana from behind and Serge grinned back at him evilly. Then his expression changed to one of pain and Serge moaned in pleasure. “Oh, fuck here I go,” he muttered, pulling his dick out and shooting sticky wads of cum all over Dana’s ass. She pulled her husband’s dick from her mouth for a moment to turn and watch Serge cumming on her. She wiggled her ass to encourage him and elicited one further spurt that hit her right in the asshole.

  “That’s a good slut,” he panted, wiping his slick cock on her thighs to smear some of the cum off. “I’m gonna wash my junk out in your kitchen sink if you don’t mind,” he laughed. Jumping out and running off to the kitchen.

  “Use the damn guest bathroom,” interjected Sam, but Dana had started tugging on his johnson at this point and this distracted him. She looked into his eyes urgently as she jerked him off, occasionally bowing her head to lick his glans, and he was soon ejaculating his own load into her face. She fitfully sucked the last of his semen from his penis and licked his shaft clean for him.

  “See, now that was fun, wasn’t it?” she asked hopefully as she stood up and started tidying the room in the nude.

  “I don’t know, I just don’t know,” whined Sam in confusion.

  Kurt emerged from the hall as Serge returned from the kitchen. Kurt’s hair was damp and he wore a broad smile. “Look at that good little naked housekeeper. Hey, I got an idea, let’s take her out to a bar and put her through her paces in public.”

  “I don’t know, I’m kind of tired,” said Dana, looking up with a smile as she picked up her bra.

  “Dana, you just do what you are told. Understand?” said Kurt.

  “Yes, Kurt,” replied Dana, bowing her head with a little smile.

  “Now drop your bra and go out and wait in the truck,” he said with a wicked smile.

  “But Kurt, I’m not even dressed,” she said, laughing half-heartedly and motioning to her body, naked but for her stockings.

  “That just makes it hotter,” said Serge, rubbing his hands together.

  “I will not stand for this!” cried Sam, jumping to his feet and raising a fist in protest.

  “Oh, please, dear, don’t try to be valiant,” sighed Dana, pushing Sam down into his easy chair. “I guess I just have to do as Kurt says. This is going to really be a learning experience for me.”

  “Yup,” agreed Kurt, pointing to the door.

  Dana slipped back into her heels and strutted out of the living room, followed by Serge who slapped her bare ass playfully. Sam’s gut twisted with jealousy as Dana giggled in response and Serge chased her down the hall.

  “Look Sam, this is just what you marriage needs, believe. I’m doing this for your own good,” said Kurt in a patronizing tone. “Now if you excuse me, I am going to go pimp out your whore of a wife to random strangers in the seediest bar I can find. See ya!”

  Sam sat glumly as the door slammed behind Kurt and he contemplated the two meatheads taking his poor naked wife into some dive bar in a bad part of town. As his belly roiled in anxiety he was mortified to find his member swelling visibly at the thought. As he pictured various scenarios playing out, he soon had a raging hardon again and found himself wishing he could be there to watch the action. He decide to be a little nicer to Kurt next time so that he could come along for the ride.

  Wife Casually Strips for a Stranger in Front of her Husband

  Joshua was sitting in his living room reading on his iPad when his wife Eleanor walked in with a tall, broad shouldered man with chiseled features whom he didn’t recognize.

  “Oh, hello dear, let me introduce my friend, Roger,” said Eleanor. She pushed Roger forward toward and he hesitantly approached Joshua and extended his hand.

  Joshua stood up hastily and shook the stranger’s rough, callused hand. “Oh, hello, I am Joshua, Eleanor’s husband.” He gave his wife a questioning glance, but she just shrugged noncommittally in response.

  “Right, yeah, I see,” said Roger, scratching his head in confusion.

  “Come sit on the couch with me, Roger,” suggested Eleanor, sitting down and patting the place beside her. Roger gave Joshua a strange worried look before joining Eleanor on the couch.

  “So, uh, I thought you were just going to coffee with your girlfriends,” said Joshua to his wife.

  “Yes, I did and then Roger came up and started flirting with me,” said Eleanor, looking at Roger intensely.

  “You know, I didn’t know she was married,” stammered Roger, holding up his hands defensively.

  “You didn’t see my rings?” asked Eleanor, holding up her hands to show both her large diamond engagement ring and her more modest gold wedding band.

  “Well, you know,” said Roger, shifting in his seat uncomfortably and not offering anything further.

  “Ok, well, as long as it’s understood now that Eleanor’s spoken for, then I guess all is forgiven,” said Joshua. He gave his wife a strange look. Why would she bring a man who flirted with her home like this?

  “Right, so I am just going to take my clothes off now, then,” sa
id Eleanor, standing up and unbuttoning her blouse casually.

  “Wait, what?” exclaimed Joshua in shock.

  “Roger said that he couldn’t wait to get me home and see me naked,” sniffed Eleanor, laying her blouse neatly on the arm of the couch.

  “Yeah, ok, but you know, I thought we would uh, do that in private,” Roger trailed off, looking at Joshua guiltily.

  “I don’t see why my husband shouldn’t watch,” laughed Eleanor lightly. “I mean he has seen be naked plenty of times,” said Eleanor, unsnapping her bra and releasing her round white orbs.

  “My god, darling, what are you doing?” cried Joshua, his heart pounding as he and Roger gazed at Eleanor’s generous breasts dangling down while she bent over to pull her jeans and panties down to her ankles together.

  “Look, buddy this wasn’t what I had in mind,” said Roger apologetically.

  “Why, are you unhappy with the results?” asked Eleanor evenly as she stood nude before the stranger and gestured at her shapely figure.

  Roger ran his eyes up her body from her pale, well formed legs, to her dark, neatly trimmed bush past her wide hips and narrow waist to her pendulously swinging boobs and said nothing. He just fingered the stiffening bulge in his pants and then cast a wary glance over at Eleanor’s husband who sat gaping like a fish out of water.

  “Eleanor, you can’t just strip naked in front of a stranger like this,” said Joshua reasonably, struggling to remain calm as he contemplated his wife’s perfectly formed buttocks.

  “Shh, shh, don’t be so old fashioned,” she said, plopping down next to Roger and nonchalantly unzipping his fly.

  “Wow, are we really going to do this in front of your husband?” asked Roger in surprise as Eleanor extracted his long, stiff penis from his pants and started stroking it.

  “Why, does that bother you?” she asked, looking up at Roger as she jerked up and down on his cock. “I can stop if this freaks you out.”

  “No, no, keep going,” he said. He reached over and cupped Eleanor’s soft luscious breasts in his hands and raised a querulous eyebrow in Joshua’s direction as he weighed her lovely melons in his hands.

  “Who cares if it freaks him out? It’s freaking me out, Elly!” gasped Joshua as he watched his naked wife giving a handjob to a strange man on the couch while he groped her tits. Joshua winced as Roger started fingering and pinching Eleanor’s perky pink nipples making her coo with pleasure. His gut was roiling with confusion but his penis stiffened at the sight.

  “Hold that thought, darling,” said Eleanor, looking over her shoulder at her husband and then lowering her head to engulf Roger’s blood engorged glans between her moist red lips.

  “Oh shit, Elly,” exclaimed Joshua as he watched his wife’s cheeks cave in as she sucked Roger’s cock on the couch.

  Eleanor made eye contact with her bewildered husband as she started bobbing her head up and down on Roger’s dick. She felt that it made it hotter to look Joshua in the eye with another man’s penis lodged in her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the tip of Roger’s phallus and tasted salty pre-ejaculate leaking out and she hummed appreciatively as she swallowed these meager drips of juice.

  “I know this is sort of a weird thing to say, Joshua. But your wife sucks a mean dick.”

  “Ok, yeah, that’s not something any husband wants to hear, ok,” replied Joshua uncomfortably.

  “Oh my gosh, his penis is just so stiff, and uh, meaty,” gushed Eleanor to her husband, her eyes bright with lust as she withdrew her mouth and vigorously stroked Roger’s throbbing member.

  “Elly, this is so wrong,” said Joshua helplessly, his penis painfully straining against his pants, forming a huge bulge that he tried to hide from his wife.

  “Well, I don’t see what’s so wrong about it,” tutted Eleanor as she stood up and bent over, putting her hands on the coffee table and presenting her round rump to Roger. “Sex is a natural zesty experience.”

  Roger examined Eleanor’s labia, puffed with arousal and peeking out at him between her milky white thighs and quickly took the hint. He climbed to his feet and prodded her from behind with his stiff, thick cock. “That’s from the Big Lebowski, right?” he said as he slid the shaft of his cock back and forth along the slit of Eleanor’s vagina.

  “That’s right, honey,” said Eleanor brightly, looking back over her shoulder at him. “And rawr, that feels good. Put that hard cock of yours in me now, will you?”

  “Here you go,” replied Roger good naturedly as he guided his red, swollen prick in between her pussy lips.

  “Oh shit,” gasped Eleanor as Roger entered her. She reached back between her legs and started frantically masturbating her clitoris with her head bowed in concentration.

  “Wow, you are really just going to strip naked, suck this guy off and then let him fuck you doggystyle right in front of me? Really?” complained Joshua, fingering his boner while Roger started humping Eleanor from behind.

  “If you are lodging a complaint, give me a minute, because I can’t think straight right now,” gasped Eleanor, looking up at her husband with a glassy expression and her mouth hanging open.

  Joshua looked at her cheeks flushed with lust and then down at her dangling boobs as they swung back and forth in response to Roger’s exertions as he worked his dick in and out of his wife. “Oh, shit,” cursed Joshua, finally giving in and unzipping his own fly so that he could jerk off while he watched this interloper boning his wife.

  As Roger increases the intensity of his thrusts, Eleanor arched her back to give him easier access to her pussy, tilted her head back, and started crying out lustily with a passionate moan of mixed yearning and pain. “Uuuhnng, uuuhnng, Roger, yes, fuck me, fuck me!”

  It cut into Joshua and he felt it like a stab of jealousy right in the gut as he stroked his penis. “Jesus, Eleanor, you never call out like that when we have sex,” complained Joshua.

  The couple ignored him and Joshua watching his wife’s tits swaying back and forth as Roger’s hips rhythmically slapped up against Eleanor’s ass.

  “I’m coming, I’m coming,” cried out Eleanor with an animalistic howl, her whole body shuddering from the orgasm.

  Roger gripped her hips and redoubled his efforts, pounding his dick into her madly. “Ah fuck, I can feel your cunt getting tight. I’m gonna blow!”

  “Shoot your load inside me,” begged Eleanor, her hair limp and her face slick with sweat.

  “Ahh yeah, I’m putting it in there,” replied Roger, sinking his cock up to the hilt into Eleanor’s vagina and releasing his seed within her.

  “Oh, he’s pumping load after load of his hot cum deep inside me,” Eleanor told Joshua lasciviously. “How does that make you feel, darling?”

  “Oh fuck, Eleanor,” whined Joshua as he fapped away.

  “Are you coming?” asked Eleanor, hopping agilely over the cover table and rushing nakedly over to service her husband while Roger dropping back onto the couch with a grunt of satisfaction.

  “I think so,” said Joshua as Eleanor popped his cock into her mouth and sucked greedily on his dick. He climaxed almost immediately and Eleanor swallowed the first load and then pulled his dick from her mouth so that he could cum all over her face as was his habit.

  “Jesus Christ,” gasped Joshua as she wrung the last of his semen out of his cock onto her chin which was already stick with jizz.

  “Alrighty then, well that was fun. If you gentleman will excuse me I will go wash up now,” said Eleanor simply. She stood up and walked out of the room.

  “What’s for dinner, honey?” asked Roger cheekily, leaning forward to check out Eleanor’s bare ass as she walked out the door.

  “Don’t push your luck, buddy,” said Joshua. “Just because you got to fuck my wife doesn’t mean you can stay for dinner!”

  “Of course, Roger is staying for dinner, don’t be silly dear,” called Eleanor from the other room.

  And once they were all dressed again, the three of them did have a mos
t awkward dinner together.

  Mousy Wife in Slutty Dress at Biker Bar

  “Honey, you know how I have been trying to convince you to dress more, uh, provocatively when we go out?” asked Milton, gulping with nervousness as he addressed his wife, Sophie.

  “Um, yes. But you know I’m not that kind of woman, dear,” said Sophie softly, looking down at her tea as she stirred it.

  “But you have such a sexy body,” urged Milton. “You should show it off more. Look, I stopped by the mall and bought you a tube dress to try on.” He held up a shopping bag toward his wife.