Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching Box Set

by Gustav Jorgenson

  “Well, we do the tasteful stuff. Like nude on her belly on the bed, maybe just a hint of bare ass, slightly out of focus, her dangling boobs covered up by her arm. No nips or anything. But of course, she has to get naked for that kind of shot and Enrique and I get to see everything.”

  “Yeah, I’m not…”

  “Ok, boys,” said Claudia brightly emerging from behind the screen. She was wearing nothing but a black bra, panties, and black stockings. Her erect nipples were clearly visible through the transparent bra and my jaw dropped when I saw her because she never wore such things at home. Her bras never even matches her panties. She had certainly put on weight over the years, but she wore it well and she had a good hourglass figure with a clearly defined waist and ample tits and ass. Her skin was still smooth and fresh looking for a woman in her forties and she was showing plenty of skin.

  “Aww, yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” crowed Juan. “Check out those titties, bro.”

  “Super hot,” agreed Enrique nodded with agreement as he turned the lightbox to face her.

  “Um, ok,” said Claudia, putting her arms out awkwardly. “Now what?”

  Juan was snapping away as she flailed her arms. “See, see, that George. That awkward expression, that nervousness of having strange men ogle her ta-ta’s. That’s gold, baby, you are gonna thank me when you get these photos back. So hot, so vulnerable.”

  Claudia put her hands on her waist and cocked one hip jauntily. “Vulnerable? Ha, I’m old enough to be your mother.”

  “I’d still do you,” smiled Juan. “I don’t care how old you are with that body, baby. I’d tap that ass with a quickness. Let me see some, yeah, turn around and bend over a little. Oooo-wee, thats a booty. Spank it for me. Oh yeah. I’m springing one for you right now, for real.” Juan gripped his crotch with one hand as he click pictures with the other and I was disgusted to see a bulge growing in his baggy jeans.

  Claudia laughed when she saw Juan’s bulge and she excitedly went through the series of lewd poses he suggested. She was clearly loving every minute of it and relishing her role as slutty sex object.

  I was about to protest all of Juan’s crotch grabbing when Isabella came by and poured me more champagne. She noticed my discomfort and smiled prettily up at me. “You don’t seem super happy about this now, but I know you will just love the pictures later. Juan get’s pretty raunchy and he’s just getting warmed up. I mean, he still has his pants on and you already seem freaked out. Maybe you should come hang out in the other room with Maria and I.”

  “What do you mean, he takes his own pants off?” I gasped in shock.

  “Yeah, it adds to the sexual tension, you know. But he’s right, it really comes across in the pictures. Maria and I can keep you company though, we know what you’re going through.” She batted her eyelashes at me and I could detect some strong innuendo. Was this some kind of weird sex service posing as a photography studio. But no, the camera and lighting were all top end professional gear and this studio came highly recommended.

  “We can show you our underwear if you want,” she whispered, opening her blouse slightly so I could get a peek at her pert cleavage.

  Sweat beaded up on my forehead as I gazed from Isabella’s boobs to my wife who was laughing hysterically and had her bra straps down as Juan coaxed her to pull her bra down farther and farther until it was just barely covering her areola. “I don’t think I understand,” I told Isabella in a hoarse whisper. “Are you strippers?”

  She grimaced at me and I immediately realized that I had make a drunken miscalculation. “Jesus, cabron, of course not. I was just playing with you. Fuck, I was trying to be friendly and you repay with an insult, thanks alot.” She clamped her shirt closed and stormed off in a huff while I muttered feeble apologies. Meanwhile Juan had my wife down on her back, spreading her legs for him. Her top was gone somehow and she was covering her nipples with one arm and pouting up at him seductively. My own penis came erect at the sight and I noticed Juan gripping an outsized bulge in his jeans that belied his small frame.

  “Oh man, yeah, spread those foxy legs, mama. Ooo, I’m real hard now. If your husband weren’t here I would climb right on top and teach you what’s it’s like to be with a real man.” He was muttering quietly to her and he must have thought I couldn’t hear him.

  “You’re so dirty, Juan,” giggle my wife drunkenly. She wasn’t used to drinking and she must have had a few because she seemed to be having the time of her life.

  “Uh, I can hear you,” I called.

  “Don’t interrupt me, George, I’m working.” Juan unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers, and his big dick poked out, pitching a tent in his boxers as he stood over my supine wife snapping pictures madly with one hand and gripping his rod with the other. Enrique looked on with interest, fingering his own bulge. “Get up on the bed. Yeah, that’s right, on your belly. Open your mouth like you’re getting ready to take this dick into it. Yeah, you know you want it, you filthy whore. Now slide those panties off, nice and slow. Fuck yeah. let me get a few shots of that crack. Nice, nice.”

  “This language is too strong, Juan,” I cautioned.

  He turned and glared at me angrily. “Man, don’t tell me how to do my fucking job. I’ll cool it when your wife tells me to cool, and she ain’t saying that. In fact, she’s loving this shit. So why don’t you go cool off with the girls in the other room while I take care of business in here.”

  “Go ahead, darling, I’ll be fine. You are being overprotective,” called Claudia as she kicked her panties away and lay totally naked on the bed while this latin casanova stepped out of his pants and stood above her with his cock just inches from her face while her resumed taking photos of her bare ass. She glanced longingly at Juan’s protruding member as Enrique came and hustled me out of the room.

  “Be cool, man, be cool, we are professionals. We do this all the time,” said the big man as he lead me into the other room. “Isabella, you watch this guy, will ya, he’s pissing Juan off.”

  “I know, that bendajo pissed me off earlier too,” sniffed Isabella as she sat chatting with Maria on a vintage leather chesterfield.

  Somehow they made me feel as though I was at fault and being unreasonable. After all, we were paying for sexy photos. Who was I to complain about the methods? “I’m really sorry, folks, I just, well, it’s weird seeing my wife getting naked in front of a strange man and then have him whipping his dick around and everything.”

  “Yeah, that’s ok man, I sure wouldn’t let my woman do it,” laughed Enrique, clapping me on the shoulder. “Now if you excuse me, I want to go check out your naked wife’s hot body, because she is a total MILF.” He strode back into the bedroom but left the door open.

  “For reals, your wife is smokin’ hot,” laughed Maria. “Juan’s gonna bust a nut right up in that shit.”

  “Ah, what?”

  “Don’t tease him, Maria,” said Isabella. “He can’t handle it.”

  I heard Claudia suddenly cackle with laughter from the other room.

  “Oh my god, are you serious?” laughed my wife.

  “Yeah, I’m serious, lay on your back. Ooh yeah, now spread them. Uh huh, hold up Enrique, hold up. Pinch those nipples, yeah. Oh fuck yeah. Ok, ok, now it’s your turn mama, now you get the prize baby. You made this wood, now you get to taste it.”

  “What’s he talking about?” I asked in bewilderment.

  “Man, he’s gonna stick his thing right into your wife’s mouth,” laughed Maria.

  “And she gonna suck it too. She’s into him, I could tell,” agreed Isabella.

  “No, I don’t believe it,” I gulped, my pulse racing.

  “Turn around, turn around on all fours, get that ass up here. Enrique, man, what the fuck? Oh shit, ok, go ahead if she don’t mind. I’m a tap this now. Gimme that ass, baby, I got something for you.”

  “Ooh, shit, he’s doing her doggystyle now!” gasped Maria, putting her hands in front of her mouth as she blushed.r />
  “Enrique probably trying to get her to suck his too now,” chimed in Isabella smugly, shooting me an evil glare. “How’s that feel, hubby? You like that?”

  “I mean, it sounds bad, but I just don’t believe that my wife would do something like that.”

  “Not with a cholo you mean,” spat Isabella bitterly. “Man, you racist.”

  “Why do you say that?” asked Maria.

  “He called me a stripper,” replied Isabella indignantly.

  “For reals?” mouthed Maria in shock. “That ain’t right.”

  “Look, I’m really sorry about that.” Somehow I felt like an utter heel. And she was right, I must be a little racist because I couldn’t imagine my wife agreeing to let some hispanic guy fuck her. But then again, she did seem pretty drunk and she was getting off on the flattery.

  Isabella tisked, holding her hand up toward me and turning her face away.

  I heard a lot of muffled exchanges from the other room and maybe I heard the sound of bed springs creaking, but I couldn’t be sure if it was my imagination or not. I was afraid to go in and look, though I desperately wanted to see what was happening in there. Could my wife really be fucking these two guys? I couldn’t tell if the idea disgusted me or fascinated me. I had grown so close to Claudia over the years and thought that I knew her so well. The Claudia I knew would never be unfaithful to me. Was there a whole other side of Claudia that I knew nothing about? A wanton woman hiding within my steadfast and loyal wife? I had to know.

  I ran back into the other room to find my wife spread languidly on her back, totally nude, while Enrique packed up the lights and Juan reviewed pictures on his camera.

  “Ah, honey, aren’t you going to cover yourself?” I asked timidly.

  “Oh, darling, you’re so funny. Why bother at this point? Juan has seen and recorded every crevice.”

  “Every sexy damn crevice,” corrected Juan not looking up from his camera. “George, you are gonna offer me double the fee for this set, it’s unbelievable.”

  Claudia got up and walked back behind the screen to get dressed, Juan and Enrique’s eyes tracking her naked body the whole way. I stood by awkwardly as they packed up.

  “Uh, when will we see the pictures?” I asked.

  “Soon, soon, we need to do some post production of course,” said Juan fussily. “Isabella will send you an email.”

  When Claudia emerged, she hugged Juan and Enrique to thank them and we left. In the elevator down I noticed what appeared to be a massive wad of snot in her hair.

  “Hey, what’s in your hair?”

  “This, oh, nothing.” She seemed mortified, but I couldn’t believe it was what I thought it was.

  It was only later that we learned the real story. The studio people called and apologized that they couldn’t make the shoot. All their equipment and computers had been stolen. When we told them that there had been a shoot after all, they demanded that we give the police the descriptions of the perpetrators. The color drained from Claudia’s face when she heard about it. About a week later, a buddy of mine from work sent me a link to a hardcore milf porn website with Claudia’s photo shoot. She definitely did a lot more with Juan and Enrique than I thought she would. I guess she has another side to her that I knew nothing about until now.

  Wife Boob Judging Contest

  Bill and Linda have been living next door to my wife Susie and I for fifteen years and we are all close friends. They are in their mid-forties, just as we are, and when their son, Isaac, left for college, they decided to rent out the in-law unit behind their home which Isaac had been using for his computer lab. It was a quaint little cottage and we live in a nice, safe neighborhood, so they quickly found a tenant. The renter was a single fellow named Eric who was in his 30’s had recently moved into the area to take a job as a carpenter. Susie and Linda made a big deal about how tall and handsome Eric was and Susie liked to tease Bill about it.

  “You better watch your wife with that hot stud living in your backyard, Bill,” Susie would say, wagging her eyebrows at Bill. “You might come home from work one day to find him nailing more than just some wood.”

  “He can nail me with his wood anytime,” Linda would rejoin and the two wives would cackle with laughter while Bill and I exchanged uncomfortable grimaces.

  But Eric was a good natured guy, so Bill didn’t mind when Susie invited our neighbors to bring Eric along for dinner and drinks one hot August evening.

  Since Bill and Linda were such old friends, we didn’t bother with formal dinners. Also, it was a sweltering day, but I was a little uncomfortable with Susie’s outfit as it got closer to dinner time. She had been lounging around in a pair of short shorts and skimpy halter top with no bra. Her large breasts were bouncing around and her erect nipples poked out invitingly against the thin material of her top.

  I distractedly reached out and gripped one of her luscious boobs in my hand as she passed me in the kitchen and said, “Nice rack there, lady, but don’t you think you should go put on a bra before the guests arrive?”

  Susie wrapped her arms around me and put her nose against mine. “What’s the matter, darling, are you embarrassed about my old saggy udders?” she teased. “It’s just Bill and Linda, they’ve seen me like this plenty of times.”

  “And Eric,” I added with a smile.

  “Oh pish-posh,” she laughed with a twinkle in her eye. “That young guy isn’t going to be looking at an old lady like me.”

  “Cut the shit,” I replied with a smile. “You still have your figure.” I ran my hands down past my wife’s narrow waist, over her wide hips and then reached back to grip her plump, round ass cheeks. I could feel my penis growing erect as I fondled her soft buttocks.

  “Oh, well, Eric will just have to deal with his insatiable desire for me,” Susie said, kissing me on the cheek lightly. “It’s simply too hot and I am not changing.”

  I grumbled with annoyance as I examined her shapely legs from behind as she turned away and finished tossing the salad and then I grabbed the steaks with resignation and headed out to fire up the grill.

  When the guests arrived, I was surprised to see Linda in an even more revealing outfit than Susie’s, Linda was just wearing her bikini with a thin sarong tied around her waist. I must have been obvious as I looked her up and down because she and Susie started laughing.

  “Are you getting a good eyeful, Ed?” asked my wife archly.

  “I think he likes my outfit, Suse,” laughed Linda, cocking her hip jauntily.

  “What do you expect? He’s a healthy hetero man and you are practically naked,” said Bill, shaking his head and clapping me on the shoulder. I felt my face grow hot with shame at being caught checking out his wife, but Bill just smiled reassuring. “Have a beer, Ed. It’s hot as hell out there today.”

  Eric laughed along easily and hosted a case of Trumer Pilsner. “I hope you have a room in your fridge,” he said.

  “Oh, we will have to use the cooler in the garage,” said Susie smiling brightly at Eric. “Come along, I’ll show you.”

  I watched Susie lead Eric away and I could swear that she was shaking her ass for him a bit. There seemed to be more action going on back there than usual. I glanced over and saw Bill gazing at Susie’s rear as well. He gave a start when he saw me looking and we were both surprised when Linda tisked at us.

  “Eric, is pretty hot stuff, you can’t blame a girl fro putting a little bounce in her step for him,” she said as she helped herself to glass of wine once Eric and Susie were out of earshot.

  “Or putting on her bikini to show her body for him,” said Bill pointing his finger at his wife accusingly.

  Linda just shrugged and smiled into her wine.

  “I tell you, Ed, if Eric wasn’t such a solid fellow, I would be trying to find a way to kick him out. You wouldn’t believe how Linda carries on. Gardening in the flower banks by the cottage everyday in her bikini, trying to get his attention. It’s shameless,” said Bill

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�What’s shameless?” asked Susie as she and Eric returned to the kitchen. Eric’s cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and I wonder how much of our conversation he had overheard.

  “Oh nothing,” said Linda lightly, waving her glass nonchalantly. “Bill’s just lambasting me for being a harlot. He’s channeling his Puritan ancestors again.”

  We all broke out laughing and I took the beer that Eric offered me. “Yeah, well he hasn’t burned you at the stake yet,” said Eric. “So there’s that.”

  We had an enjoyable dinner with the wives flirting with Eric, but he handled it with aplomb, gracefully deflecting their attempts to bait him. But as we got drunker and drunker, I noticed him glancing Susie and Linda’s breasts more and more and it made me a little annoyed, but I could hardly blame him. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Linda’s boobs either. When dinner was finished, Eric offered to help clear the dishes and Linda, Bill and I adjourned to the living room. The beer and wine was flowing freely and I was feeling no pain.