Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching Box Set

by Gustav Jorgenson

  Jack obediently covered his eyes with hand again and Sally quickly slipped out of her panties, exposing her cute little bush. I gazed mesmerized at her cooch for a moment before I realized that Jack was peeking between his fingers.

  “Sally, Jack’s peeking!”

  She stood there completely naked, every inch of her porcelain skin exposed and planted her hands on her hips. “Jack is that true?” she demanded.

  “No, I ain’t looking,” he lied, fingers cracked obviously as he covered his eyes.

  “How many fingers?” she asked, giving him the finger.

  “Dunno,” he said, gripping his dick again and tugging on it.

  “Stop mangling your johnson like that,” she laughed, reaching down to slap the back of his hand. “You’ll go blind jerking yourself so much.”

  “That’s not true,” he said, uncovering his face and ogling her naked body openly.

  “Cover those eyes, mister,” she giggled, coyly covering her boobs with one arm and her pussy with her other hand.

  Jack gave me a wicked grin and covered his eyes again loosely.

  “Sally, this is preposterous,” I said, but my penis was so stiff it felt like it would tear my pants.

  “You’re right darling, of course,” she said dropping her arms to expose her lovely naked body again. “This brute simply can’t help himself. He insists on being disrespectful of my modesty.”

  “Well you aren’t being very modest,” I said, managing a chortle.

  “Nonsense, I am the picture of propriety,” she said with a wicked smile. She pulled on her nightgown and presented herself to me. “Look, I’m completely covered now.”

  She did look a bit frumpy in the big loose nightgown, but it only hung down halfway to her knees, so her pretty bare legs were still exposed.

  “You can look now, you coarse thing,” she told Jack.

  “Yeah, you look pretty fat in that,” he told her, looking her up and down. “But at least I can see your nips poking through.”

  “So ill-mannered,” she sniffed, covering her nipples in a show of chastity.

  “Now look here, you’ve been pretty mean to me all night, why not come and be nice for once and sit on my lap,” growled Jack. His boner was standing stiffly erect in his shorts still as he patted his thigh, urging her to sit.

  “Certainly not, you will spear me with that thing like a pig on a spit,” she said giggling and gesturing at Jack’s boner.

  “Nah, you’ll be fine, I’ll push it down,” he said grabbing her by her wrist and pulling her toward him. I watched them struggle for a moment, both of them laughing giddily and I was about to intervene when he finally wrestled her down onto his lap. I noticed that she lifted up the back of her nightgown surreptitiously as she sat. So her bare bum was pressing against his thighs. It made my pulse quicken to think of it and I felt myself growing queasy.

  “Oh my goodness, this thing,” she laughed breathlessly as she shifted around on Jack’s lap. “It’s like a cudgel.”

  “Feel that?” he asked, grabbing her by the hips and grinding her down onto himself.

  “Oh my,” she said, cheeks bright from the exertion. I saw a bulge in her nightgown between Sally’s thighs and she reached down and pinched it playfully.

  “Jesus christ, Sally, are you fingering his knob?” I gasped in shock.

  “Of course not darling, I’m just trying to get adjusted,” she told me with a wan smile as she tucked the lump back against her crotch and brought her knees together to trap it there. “I think I’ve got him under control now.”

  “That’s not comfortable, you are too fat, come on let me move you up a little,” grunted Jack and the two struggled a bit more.

  “I am not fat,” she cried gaily. “I’m perfectly svelte.” He lifted her up bodily and repositioned her on his lap and she cried out. “Oh wow, oh wow, that’s, uh,” she put her hands out to steady herself as he lowered her slowly back onto his lap.

  “Feeling that?” he asked her smugly. as he gripped his hips.

  Sally’s mouth hung open stupidly and her eyes went glassy. “Uh, no, I don’t feel anything,” she said.

  “Is he poking you in the rear with his prick?” I demanded jealously.

  “No, no, darling, we are fine,” she panted. She avoided my gaze and her chest was heaving more than I would have expected from a bit of playful wrestling.

  “Yeah, Sally and I are doing great here. I feel like we are really connecting for the first time,” he told me with an evil grin as he began bouncing her lightly up and down on his lap.

  “Oh god,” she gasped, biting her lip and tilting her head back. “Oh god.”

  “Dear, are you ok? Did he hurt you?” I asked with concern. “You look ill.”

  “Um, I think I can handle it,” she said, obviously disoriented.

  “Handle what?” I asked suspiciously.

  Jack slide his hands up from Sally’s hips to her waist and her gripped her there firmly as he bounced her up and down on his lap more aggressively. “You know, you’ve been calling me oaf and idiot all night. I don’t think you even remember my name, Sally.”

  “Jack,” she blurted breathlessly, her mouth hanging open. “Don’t be silly, of course I know your name is Jack, Jack.”

  “Yeah, I like that, say my name,” he urged, sweat breaking out on his forehead as he lifted Sally up and down on his lap.

  “Oh, Jack,” she said, putting one hand between her legs and sticking a knuckle in her mouth.

  “Jesus, it looks like you are humping her over there, stop it,” I chided, feeling suspicious of this whole thing.

  “Oh, darling,” said Sally with a forced laugh as she struggled to regain composure. “How absurd! The very idea. He’s just bouncing me on his knee.”

  “That’s just strange,” I muttered skeptically, as Jack slowed the bouncing to a steady, rhythmic up and down motion.

  “She likes it, it’s soothing,” he said. “Look she’s doing it all on her own now.” He withdrew his hands from her waist and indeed Sally continued moving up and down slowly on his lap. Her boobs were jiggling up and down with the motion and I was transfixed at the sight of them for a moment. Cat Stevens’ “Moon Shadow” chimed softly from her speakers and her paisley curtains fluttered softly in the warm breeze.

  “Are you staring at my boobies, Sidney?” she asked sweetly when she noticed my attention.

  “Uh, they are motile,” I said, embarrassed.

  “Lemme see these,” grunted Jack reaching up from behind and grasping Sally’s pert melons in his big hands. Sally moaned and clasped her hands over his as she jounced down onto his lap and ground her rear back and forth.

  “Hey stop that!” I exclaimed.

  “Feel that?” she asked Jack seductively, holding his hands onto her boobs as he cupped the thin material of her gown around them.

  “Oh fuck, that did it, ahh,” groaned Jack, jiggling Sally spastically on his lap while she pinned his hands in place on her bosom.

  “Jesus, look at you two, this is disgusting,” I cried jumping to my feet.

  “Oh, darling, I’m so sorry. I’m being naughty,” cried Sally, tearing Jack’s hands away from her chest and leaping to her feet to embrace me. “I gave in and allowed that filthy beast a little taste of what he wants. But I promise I won’t do it again.” She hugged and kissed me passionately as Jack jumped up covering his crotch, and sprinted to the bathroom, giggling as he ran.

  “But you let him touch your breasts,” I pouted pulling away from my suddenly affectionate girl friend.

  “I know darling, that was terribly unchaste. I think you should spank me,” she said, turning and lifting the back of her gown to present her cute round rump to me.

  I couldn’t resist and gave her a playful slap on the rear and she responded by making a “o” of her mouth and putting her palm before her face. I was enjoying this game, but Jack returned to the room fully clothed, with bright red cheeks and a broad grin on his face. Sally dropped t

he back of her gown quickly.

  “I’m outta here,” he said, heading for the door.

  “Wait, when will I see you again,” blurted Sally rushing to his side and grasping his arm. “I, uh, enjoyed our bounce on your lap and look forward to doing it again.”

  “Come on Sally,” I spat sourly. “Let him go. I’ve been waiting for this asshole to leave all night.”

  “Darling, don’t be like that,” she said with a sullen expression, as she entwined her arm with Jack’s. “I thought we were all getting along famously.”

  “Which part, when you stripped naked for him or when he grabbed your boob?” I asked bitterly.

  “I was just a bit of good-natured mischief, dear,” she purred, putting her head on Jack’s shoulder as she looked at me with half-lidded eyes. “I want you and Jack to become better friends.”

  “I want nothing to do with him,” I sniffed, crossing my arms and turning away slightly with my nose in the air.

  “That’s ok, baby, let Sidney sulk like a little bitch if he wants. You and I can always be friends. I’ll come over and help you get undressed tomorrow night if you want,” he said gripping Sally’s round bottom through her flimsy gown.

  “I’d like that, I’ll give you another lesson in ladies lingerie,” she said, looking up at him with adoration.

  “I’ll be giving you some lessons, girl,” he said brusquely and pushed her away. “Smell you later!” And with that, Jack departed.

  “Are you really going to hang out with that guy?” I yelped in annoyance.

  “Don’t be jealous, dear,” she chided whipping off her nightgown urgently. “He’s merely a buffoon, a minor diversion. You are the only man for me. Now come and ravish me.” She threw herself down on the futon and spread her legs invitingly for me, thrusting her pelvis upward in little impatient jerks. All other thoughts fell from my mind as I struggled out of my trousers and mounted her eagerly. But I was surprised as just how wet she was as I penetrated her with my manhood. I had never felt her so wet before, it was simply uncanny.

  Two Naive Couples Visit a Nude Beach in France

  When my old friend Bill suggested that my wife Angie and I join him and Nancy for a month long tour of the French Riviera, we readily agreed. Though I’ve made a good living as an investment banker in New York City, Angie and I still retained a lot of our midwest sensibilities and we had rarely travelled to Europe. So the idea seemed quite glamorous to us. Nancy on the other hand had family in the region, so she had visited many times and was an expert. We visited Nice and Monaco and admired the super-yachts on the sparkling blue waters, but this was all passe to Nancy and she recommended a tour down the coast to explore the southwestern coast of France which was less affluent.

  “I don’t mind, Nancy,” said Angie as we discussed the idea on a veranda overlooking a brilliantly sunny marina crammed with multi-million dollar vessels. “I actually think poor Sam is getting an inferiority complex being around all these billionaires.”

  “You’re not kidding,” I agreed with a laugh, taking a sip of my wine. “I thought I was doing well will my millions.

  So we packed up Nancy’s aunt’s little car and headed off down the coast. There were some quaint towns, but nothing too impressive and I was starting to wish we had stayed in Nice when we arrived at a town called Cap d’Agde where we stopped for lunch.

  The waiter in the place keep leering at us as he served the dishes and as he gave us the check he asked with a knowing smile, “So are you off to the naturist quarter now, my friends?”

  “Naturist quarter?” I asked in confusion, feeling a bit muddled from the wine. We had been drinking quite a bit on this vacation and everyone’s cheeks were a merry red.

  “Naturist means nudist, Sam,” said Nancy with a twinkle in her eye.

  “Well all the beaches down here are nudist aren’t they?” I asked.

  “You’ve certainly got an eyeful of the naked young women back in Nice,” teased my wife, kicking me playfully under the table.

  “I’m not used to it, honey,” I said, blushing slightly.

  “We are pretty conservative, garcon,” said Angie, mangling the French word. “I always keep my top on at the beach. Nobody wants to see my old forty-something ta-ta’s.”

  “Nonsense, Angie, you have a marvelous figure,” laughed Nancy, smiling warmly at Angie and putting her hand on her bare arm.

  “I sure wouldn’t mind getting a gander,” joked Bill, eying my wife’s generous cleavage lewdly.

  We all broke out laughing at this. Angie and I had known Bill and Nancy for over 15 years, so he could make jokes like that. But Angie still blushed beet red and averted her eyes bashfully.

  We were sitting beneath the awning of the sidewalk cafe, facing a charming cobblestone square with a fountain in the middle and a warm breeze was blowing, carrying the salty tang of the sea. It was a beautiful summer day and we were a long way from home.

  Nancy’s eyes flashed with interest. “You would like to see Angie naked, wouldn’t you, Bill, you old dog. How about you, Sam, aren’t you curious to see me in the buff?” She fixed me with a smoldering look that surprised me and made my penis stiffen in my bermuda shorts.

  I gave my wife a guilty look, “Ah, that’s a damned if you do, damned if you don’t kind of question, isn’t it, Angie?” I said, laughing awkwardly.

  “Don’t be silly, Sam. Nancy is a very attractive woman, it’s perfectly natural for you to want to see her naked,” said my wife, patting me on the knee, and ignoring the growing bulge in my lap.

  The waiter stood by smiling, enjoying our patter back and forth. “Oh, I see, you folks are not part of the lifestyle. I don’t think you understand. The nudist quarter of Cap d’Agde is a special place. The beaches there are not like the other beaches of France. Swingers come from far and wide to this place, though the traditional nudists resent it.”

  “Swingers?” blurted Bill in surprise. “Well that’s definitely something I want to see!”

  Nancy punched her husband’s arm with a chuckle.

  “Well, it might be a little, intense,” warned the waiter with a concerned look. “Nudity is mandatory.”

  “Well, that’s just foolish,” I chimed in. “No one can MAKE you take your clothes off.”

  The waiter just smiled indulgently and shrugged his shoulders.

  “What do you think, Angie, should we go check it out?” asked Nancy with a twinkle in her eye.

  “Oh I don’t know, dear,” said my wife with a nervous smile. “They might make us leave if we aren’t naked.”

  “Well so what if we take our tops off? It won’t kill us,” laughed Nancy. “We are thousands of miles from home after all. Aren’t you curious to see the scene?”

  “You can’t be serious, Nancy,” I laughed, my penis growing harder and harder as I imagined a beach full of naked couples having sex with strangers.

  “Why not, Sam?” asked Bill, his eyes shining brightly from all the wine. “Doesn’t it sound kind of exciting?”

  “It does sound exciting,” admitted Nancy, and I nearly jumped out of my seat when she reached over stealthily and gripped my boner under the table. She must have noticed the tent I was pitching. “I think Bill secretly fancies the idea, but he’s just too bashful to admit it.” My wife gave me a devilish smile as she released my knob and it was agreed. We purchased a couple more bottles of wine and then drove off to the nudist colony together.

  It was a brilliant afternoon as we arrived in the naturalist quarter of Cap d'Agde parked the car and made our way down to the beach. Security guards were everywhere and naked men and women strolled about casually, without a care in the world. In spite of all my years in the big city, I felt like a midwest hayseed and felt like my eyes were bulging out of my head at all the gorgeous naked women walking around. Nancy and Angie were rubbernecking when a well hung guy walked by and the burst out giggling when one would smile warmly as he noticed their attention to his member. It gave me a pang of jealousy to see how shamelessly Angie was staring at all the men’s penises, but I couldn’t say anything since I was obviously checking out the naked women just as much.

  The beach was broad expanse of fine white sand that lead down to the sparkling waters of mediterranean sea. We changed into our bathing suits at the public restrooms and carried our blankets and basket of wine down to the adult section of the beach. Nude couples were everywhere.

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