“Dirk, give John the money, it will make him feel better,” she said, wrapping her arm around my waist as she unzipped my fly and started tugging my johnson in earnest.
“Gladly, pretty lady,” said Dirk, tossing me the wad of cash.
I caught the chunk of cash and thumbed through the bills numbly as Sarah jerked my weiner. “Uh, there is more like three thousand here,” I muttered.
“Keep it, you ALL earned it. I got a great fuck AND an incredible story for the boys back home,” laughed Dirk. “Besides, it’s all expense account money, so all it means is a headache for Henry on Monday when he fills out the expense report.”
“Actually my boss already signed off on it. He knew we were coming to the Gold Club and is expecting to see a large miscellaneous cash line item on the report,” said Henry with a wave of the hand as he wiped the cum from his penis with his handkerchief and zipped up his fly.
“There you go, John, you take the money,” said Sarah as she reached down to rub my balls.
“Hey man, that makes you a pimp!” shouted Dirk with delight. He pointed his finger at me and laughed hysterically. “You are the most buttoned down pimp I ever saw,” he chortled.
I felt my face flush with embarrassment at the label and was about to object when Sarah patted me on the shoulder. “Well it’s sort of true, John. I guess this does make you something of a pimp. Now let me service my pimp daddy,” she said and dropped to her knees to start sucking my dick right in front of Dirk and Henry.
“I’m not a goddamn pimp, I’m a CPA!” I objected weakly as Sarah gave me an amazing blowjob.
“Accounting is actually a pretty good skill for a pimp to have,” said Henry, watching Sarah with interest as she went to town on my stiff cock.
“Fuck yeah, got to keep the numbers straight,” said Dirk, holding up his champagne glass.
I looked down at my wife as she hungrily licked my balls and the thought of her being my whore suddenly evoked an orgasm. I started shooting hot spurts of semen all over her face. She giggled in excitement and turned her face back and forth to receive a proper facial and I have to admit I sort of felt like a pimp for a moment with a huge wad of cash in my hand and my cum-covered wife on her knees before me in the VIP room of a fancy strip club.
“Well, since you fellows have blown your wads already, both biologically and economically. I will be off to the showers and then back on stage to find some high rollers with some cash left. Toodles,” laughed Sarah, climbing to her feet. And with a little wave, she ran right out of the room while I stood there in a daze.
“Ok, Ok, I guess I’m a pimp then,” I said pocketing the roll of cash. “But I refuse to wear a red suit.”
“That’s probably for the best, John,” said Henry, clapping me on the shoulder good-naturedly. “No sense in attracting undue attention.”
The End – Volume 4
Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching, Volume 5
by Gustav Jorgenson
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Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching series: Vol.1, Vol.2, Vol.3, and Vol.4
Party Like a Plutocrat
Introduction
Wife’s First Boudoir Photos
Wife Boob Judging Contest
A Bully Bounced my Girlfriend on his Lap
Two Naive Couples Visit a Nude Beach in France
“First Handjob” Video
Wife Helps Husband Get Promotion at Work
Wife Gets Friendly with Loading Dock worker
Poker Night
Wife Entertains Guy Friend in Her Underwear
A Fight Over the Couch
Beach Rental
Porn Koans - The Zen of Erotic Climax
Introduction
I don’t see anything wrong with a wife having sex with another man while her husband watches. If the husband isn’t fully onboard with the idea at first, that’s no problem either. Why be a prude about it? Women in our society are punished too much for being naughty. It’s a turn on when they break the rules. I like it when married women walk around naked in public too. Breaking rules is hot. That’s the stuff I like to write about. Slutty wives, reluctant husbands, a bit of mild humiliation to spice up the cuckoldry. But you won’t find any cum-eating or bi-sexual stuff here since that just isn’t my thing.
Regular readers of my stuff will notice that I have moved away from the very short stories of the first couple of volumes to longer short stories. I don’t want to get too damn long winded all the time so I am bringing back a style of short erotic phrases I like to call Porn Koan™ after the Zen practise of “observing the phrase.” If you pay attention, you will notice that your climax can be triggered by just the right phrase.
Get into it!
Gustav Jorgenson
Petaluma, 2015
Wife’s First Boudoir Photos
“So I was having coffee with Janet and Abbey today,” said my wife, Claudia. She was gazing down into her teacup as she stirred it and I sensed something was wrong. Her normally pale white cheeks seemed flushed.
“What’s the matter, are you embarrassed about something, dear?”
“Well, they were telling me about these boudoir photos they each had taken.”
“Boudoir, as in bedroom?” I scratched my head in confusion.
“Right, I guess there is a trend now of middle aged housewives doing sexy photo shoots in opulent hotel suites so they have some record of themselves looking good before they go completely downhill.” Claudia snorted with derision as she peered down into her tea cup. “I’m sure you’ve seen things like that online. Pouting ladies in skimpy lingerie stretching out on luxurious chaise lounge chairs.”
“Uh, yeah, I might have seen something like that online before.” I gulped guiltily and made a show of tugging at my collar.
Claudia rewarded me with the briefest of smirks and I could tell something was truly bothering her. “Ha, ha, I’m sure you look at raunchier things than that when you go into your den and get on the internet. I don’t even want to know what I’d find if I had your password and could see your internet history. But getting back to the point, my friends are trying to convince me to go do a boudoir shoot.” She paused and looked up and me hesitantly. “What a laugh, right? I’ve already gone downhill.”
“What are you talking about? You still look great. Look at those gorgeous boobs of yours.” I wagged my eyebrows at my wife lewdly.
She blushed a bit more and covered her breasts with her hands demurely. “Stop it. Men don’t look at me anymore.”
“Jeez, you sound bitter about it. Do you enjoy catcalls?”
“I would at this point.” She sighed and gazed out the window at our expansive backyard was enveloped by the encroaching gloom of dusk. “And we never have sex anymore.”
“Ahh.” I rubbed my face and said nothing for a moment. “Well, it sounds like you could use a boost to your self-esteem. Why not go get made-up and have the pictures taken then. I’m sure they will come out looking marvelous.”
“Do you think so?” She tugged a strand of grey-blonde hair down into her face and peeked at me shyly from behind it. Have I really lost track how beautiful and vulnerable my wife could be? My heart melted when I saw how bashful she seemed.
“Of course, I’m just worried about one thing. I don’t want you getting half naked in front of some handsome male photographer.”
“What are you jealous?” My wife laughed gaily at the idea. “As though some young guy would be interested in an old bag like me.” I gave her a stern look and she regained her composure. “Anyway, I think these boudoir photographers are all women. I called one place today and spoke with a woman.”
“Really, you called a place?”
“Yes, do
you want to go with me?” She seemed excited and the idea of watching my wife model lingerie piqued my imagination and I could feel my johnson growing stiffer as I thought about it.
I got up and gave her a kiss and that lead to me casually groping her boob and then she noticed that I was getting harder and started squeezing my bulge and it the next thing I knew, I had her bent over the kitchen table with her panties around her ankles and her skirt above her waist as I dogged her from behind. I gripped her soft white hips as I pictured my lovely wife parading around in provocative lingerie and I was quickly emptying my seed inside her.
“Hmm, this photo shoot idea is spicing up our love life already,” she said, smiling brightly back at me over her shoulder as I tenderly withdrew from her.
“Possibly.” And we both laughed and hugged there in the kitchen.
***
Claudia made the arrangements with a studio to have the shoot in the bridal suite of a posh hotel downtown. We were greeted by a pair of young latinas who explained that they were just the hair and makeup assistants and that the photographer and lighting person were running a bit late. They handed us glasses of champagne so we could loosen up and the young women fussed over my wife while I wandered through the expansive rooms. It was an old hotel and the ceilings were high with ornate crown moulding. The windows provided a gorgeous view of San Francisco’s skyline. Someone had hung sheer fabric sheets from the ceiling to add ambience.
There was a light tap at the door and then two young hispanic men came into the room. I was immediately taken aback by how rough these two looked. The shorter man had a tattoo of a hummingbird on his neck, a thin moustache, and dark black, slicked back hair. His partner was a big, muscular fellow with a scar on his upper lip, a pony tail, and cold black eyes. Both men wore wife beaters and saggy jeans hanging low so that their boxers were showing. The shorter fellow had a camera around his neck and carried a lens case, and the bigger guy was hauling in a bunch of lighting equipment.
“Hey, you must be Claudia’s husband, George,” said the short photographer. “I’m Juan and this is my cousin Enrique. Sorry we are late, our other shoot went over. Where’s the sexy lady?”
“Ah, Claudia is just finishing up with hair and makeup, but uh, I thought the photographer was going to be a female.”
He reached down and grabbed his testicles and thought for a minute and then said, “Nope.” His cousin broke out laughing and I smiled along wryly.
The two latinas ushered my wife into the room, and Juan whistled appreciatively. She was still in her modest dress, but her hair was done up in elaborate curls. I thought the make-up was overdone and garish, basically stage makeup, but I guessed that’s what was needed for photography.
“And you must be Claudia,” said Juan, rushing forward and grabbing her hand so he could kiss it. He looked her up and down dramatically. “I am Juan and I will be photographing your sensuousness today. You are one gorgeous lady. This will really be a pleasure. Enrique, bring in trunk with the lingerie. We got to spice things up a little in here.” He gave a guttural, unsavory laugh that made my stomach roil. Claudia looked down at the photographer with a bemused smile and then looked at me and immediately noticed my discomfort.
“We thought the photographer was going to be a woman,” I repeated lamely and Juan gave me an annoyed glance.
“I know, I know, a lot of studios have women photographers because that makes the customers comfortable. And they joke around and act silly and make funny faces. It’s like a slumber party. And the pictures reflect like, that energy, you know? They aren’t sexy, they are just funny. You need a man taking the pictures to really bring out a woman’s sexuality. Compare my photos to the stuff the other studios produce. No comparison. My pictures scream raw sex appeal. Those others are just, safe, mine are dangerous!” Juan puffed his chest out, proud of his little diatribe and Enrique and the two girls nodded along, clearly impressed.
“I’m not sure dangerous is what we are looking for,” I said hesitantly.
Claudia intervened before Juan could answer. “Excuse us a moment, won’t you? I just need to have a little chat with my husband. I don’t think he is comfortable with me, err, being sensuous around strange men.”
“Certainly pretty lady,” said Juan unctuously. He looked her body up and down in a way that made me angry. As she walked over to me he tilted his head and pursed his lips in appreciation as he checked out her rear.
“Honey, we can’t go through with this. Look at those guys,” I hissed gesturing at the two young men as they went about setting up the equipment.
“You’re gonna have to pay for the room no matter what,” called Juan. “It’s gonna be expensive.”
Claudia smiled over at him and waved. “Yes, thank you, we understand,” she called out. Then she turned back to me and lowered her voice. “They do seem a bit rough around the edges, but I think he made a good point. Having a male photographer makes it riskier. Besides, I’m actually kind of a sucker for blatant flattery. I think he’s cute.”
I looked at Claudia with frank amazement. “Claudia he looks like a street hooligan.”
“Oh, don’t be silly, that’s just the look kids have these days.” She waved her hand dismissively. She saw me staring back at her and laughed. “My goodness, you aren’t actually jealous are you?”
I shifted uncomfortably under her gaze and rubbed my head.
“George? This is me here, your wife for 15 years.”
“But you will be prancing around practically naked,” I whispered.
“That’s the idea!” She raised her eyebrows at me in exasperation. “Just get a grip on yourself. These young guys aren’t going to get all worked up over a middle-aged lady like me. And besides, we already paid for the room, so let’s go through with it.”
“Yeah, ok, but I need another drink.”
“Isabella, can you pour George and I more champagne. We need to calm our nerves a bit.”
“Ok, ok, great, I’m glad you and George got everything worked out,” said Juan taking my wife by the arm. “We have a big trunk of sexy lingerie back here and we set up a folding screen so that you have some privacy while you change. I think you should start out with just a lacy bra and panties along with some nice black stockings. Pick a pair that are really transparent. I like to see some nipples.” Juan waggled his eyebrows at Claudia salaciously.
“Ha, I’ll bet you do,” Claudia laughed as she went behind the screen.
“Oh, man, your wife is so fucking hot. I can’t wait to see her put those titties on display,” Juan said, rubbing his hands together excitedly.
“Uh, yeah,” I replied with a look of annoyance.
“Oh man, don’t be like that,” he replied, slapping me on the shoulder. “Of course I love my work, can you blame me?” He winked at me lewdly, then turned to watch Claudia’s shadow on the screen as she undressed. “Oh wow, look at this, she is totally backlit.” He ran over to the screen with his camera. “Claudia, baby, once you get all your clothes off, let me know, I want to get some shots of your shadow on the screen. They’re gonna be so hot.”
“Well, I’m undressed now,” said Claudia hesitantly.
“Great, turn sideways and lift your arms above your head and stick your rump out. I wanna see those big knockers jutting out in one direction and that sweet ass poking out in the other. Yeah, like that, so fuckin hot, Yeah!” Juan was clicking madly away with his camera and Enrique stood behind him so he could see the shadow of my wife’s curvaceous form. “Your nipples aren’t hard enough, pinch them for me, make them pop.”
“Uh, wow, ok,” giggled Claudia and Juan snapped photos of her shadow as she tweaked her nipples. “How’s this?” She turned to the side again.
“Ah, not quite, come closer to the screen. Yeah, now cup your boobs in your hands to support them sort of, yeah, you got it, you are a natural, baby, you’re making me hard already. Aw yeah, stick that ass out, wow! What a shelf!”
“Ok, uh, that’s a little
explicit, isn’t it?” I said, taking a gulp of champagne as I stood awkwardly to the side. “I mean, that’s my wife you’re talking to.”
Juan didn’t bother to turn as he snapped a stream of photos. “Man, I know that. This is rapport a photographer has with his model. He has to make her feel beautiful and he has to let her know that she is having an impact on him too. Just relax yourself, have some more champagne. Ok, gorgeous, go ahead and put on that bra and panties. I can’t wait to drink in the sight of your exposed flesh.” He let his camera fall back to his chest and turned to face me. “You know, we don’t normally have the husbands along for the ride. If it’s freaking you out too much, you might want to duck out and get a cup of coffee. Especially for the nude shots.”
“Wait, I didn’t think you did nude shots,” I stammered.
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