Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching Box Set

by Gustav Jorgenson

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  “What’s it feel like?” asked Julia, playing along.

  “Um, the skin is soft,” I say, catching my breathe.

  “Go ahead and grip it, choke up on it,” said Joe, giving Lewis a broad smile.

  “Ok, guys, this isn’t funny,” complained Lewis. I could tell he was resisting the urge to duck down and look under the table.

  “Now honey, it’s just a little game,” I said as I gripped Joe’s stiff cock in my hand. “We are just pretending. Like in the video.” My pits were damp with anxiety as I started stroking Joe’s fat penis. “Wow, you are big,” I told him, looking into his eyes. This was just so kinky that I was really getting turned on. It felt really weird to be jerking this strange guy off right in front of my boyfriend and my girlfriends.

  “Yeah,” he choked, struggling to maintain composure. “You are making it bigger.” I suddenly felt in control of him and I liked it. His suave demeanor was starting to crumble a little bit and it made me bolder.

  “Yeah, he likes it,” I said, mimicking a girl from the video as I tugged his johnson.

  “Don’t ignore his balls now,” said Serene, egging us on. I could tell from the tone in her voice that she suspected we might not be acting, but she didn’t peer under the table to blow our cover.

  “Good idea, Serene,” I said, reaching down into Joe’s jeans with my other hand. “Oh yeah, his balls are nice and tight. Here, I’ll pull on the scrotum.”

  “He must have big balls, the way he strode right over and inserted himself into our little party,” said Julia with a smile.

  “Pretty big,” I admitted as I fingered his balls.

  “Ok, you guys,” said Lewis helplessly. “I mean, is that really how you act when you get a handjob, Joe? You look like someone just struck you in the head with a ball peen hammer.” I was proud of Lewis for piping up and taking a shot at Joe.

  Joe did have a pretty stunned expression on his face and he was too distracted by my handjob to come up with much of a response. “Uh, it feels good,” he gasps as I tugged away on his quivering cock.

  “Is he circumcised?” asked Julia, watching in fascination as Joe’s eyes rolled back in his head.

  “Let me feel and try to guess,” I said primly. I ran my fingers around the edge of the mushroom shaped head of Joe’s penis. “Yes, I think he’s circumcised. The helmet is definitely not sheathed.”

  “Are you going to cum soon, Joe?” asked Serene seductively.

  “Ugh,” replied Joe stupidly.

  “I’ve had enough of this,” complained Lewis weakly.

  “Ok, honey, here, I will finish him off using two hands. One on the head and one on the shaft,” I said. And I did just that, tugging on Joe’s phallus with one hand and fingering his head with the other. He gave a loud grunt and grasped my forearms tightly as he started spurting shot after shot of cum into the palm of my hand.

  “There he goes,” I said, feeling my own crotch growing hot and wet. “He really shot quite a load there.” I really wanted to get that hard cock inside me and I had to restrain the urge to bend down and pop the head of his dick into my mouth and suck out the last of his cum. Then I noticed Lewis looking at me with disgust and I felt sort of guilty as I drew my hands away.

  “This is so disgusting,” snapped Lewis crossing his arms across his chest angrily.

  “Oh, come on, honey, don’t get all bent about it, it’s just a joke,” I said, looking around for a napkin to wipe my hands with discretely as I kept them under the table as Joe quietly zipped up his fly.

  Joe handed me his handkerchief gallantly. “Here you go, use this.”

  “Wow, thanks,” I said, gazing up at him with frank lust.

  “Look, I don’t want to overstay my welcome. I mean Lewis must feel pretty awkward having his girlfriend give me a simulated hand job,” said Joe grinning toothily at Lewis. Lewis just sniffed and turned his head away. “Also, I am neglecting my friends over there. They aren’t going to believe what just happened. So ciao folks, have a good night.” As he stood her grabbed my hand and kissed it gently, slipping his card into my palm discretely. “Annetta, truly a pleasure meeting you.” And then he was gone. He turned turned and strode away as though nothing had happened.

  My heart was fluttering in my chest and I clutched his card in my hand as though my life depended on it.

  “What a hunk!” gushed Serene. “I would have jerked him for reals.”

  “He seemed arrogant,” complained Lewis petulantly.

  “Oh, you are just jealous because he was smoother than you,” said Serene with a smirk.

  I said nothing and just pocketed Joe’s card, wondering if I would be able to slip away and talk him into dogging me out back by the dumpster. I was feeling pretty hot and I didn’t think Lewis’ tepid lovemaking would cool me off. So say what you want about me, but I’m not sorry, I enjoyed every minute of it and it’s not my fault Lewis is a cold fish. I’ll just have to get some hotter love making on the side now and then. No big deal. At least I know who to call.

  Wife Helps Husband Get Promotion at Work

  About 7 years after Tiffany and I got married, we were still living in the small home my parents had helped us buy. I was having a hell of a time moving up the corporate ladder, even after I got my MBA and she was starting to get dissatisfied with our home. Our neighborhood was a little rough, and she wanted a bigger place in a safer neighborhood. The problem was that I wouldn’t be able to afford that unless I got a promotion at work, and competition was stiff.

  “Well who are your rivals for the district manager position?” asked Tiffany one night over dinner.

  “Ah, Eric Jameson and Bill Wilkins. And they both have more experience than I do. Also, their departments are doing better than mine. I don’t like my odds.”

  “Don’t be so down on yourself. You’ll never get this promotion with that attitude,” complained Tiffany in exasperation. “You need that killer instinct. I’ve been reading this book called ‘Wisdom of the Psychopaths’ and it talks about how useful a bit of ruthlessness can be.” Her piercing glare was intense and I cringed.

  “Come on honey, this isn’t the movies, what do you want me to do, strangle Jameson in the restroom? You know me, I’m a nice guy. If anything, you are the ruthless one.” I laughed nervously, but it was probably true. My wife could be quite calculating, especially when she wanted a new house.

  “You’re right, behind every great man is a woman,” she said, tapping her red painted talons on the table impatiently. “You need my help.”

  “If you have any ideas, I’m all ears.”

  “Who is making the final call on this promotion?”

  “Jimmy Abrams, VP of Sales, you remember him. I introduced you at the Christmas party last year. He’s my boss’s boss basically, and it’s totally his call.”

  “Abrams? I don’t recall, wait, was he the bald guy with the pink tie?” She snapped her fingers decisively.

  “Yeah, that’s him.”

  “That guy was staring down into my cleavage every chance he got,” she said with a smirk.

  “Honey, every guy at the party was staring at your cleavage that night. The other women were scandalized at how low cut your dress was.” I gazed at my wife’s jutting tits with appreciation and my penis started swelling at the memory of her showing them off to all my coworkers.

  Tiffany just laughed lightly. “If you’ve got it, flaunt it, honey, you know that’s my motto. Sure, a lot of guys were checking out the merchandise that night, but Abrams was a special case. He simply couldn’t keep his eyes off of my chest. His face got all red and his willie was practically standing at attention. He kept putting his hand in his pocket to wrestle it into submission. He got in line behind me at the buffet and I swear he prodded me right in the rump with his erection several times when I bent over to serve myself. ”

  “Nice. You never mentioned that.”

  She tossed her hair and put her nose in the air. “Oh, I didn’t want t
o upset you and it didn’t bother me at all. I was flattered actually. But now I’m thinking we should use Abrams’ fascination with my knockers to our advantage somehow.”

  “What do you want to do, invite him to dinner and greet him at the door topless?” I tried to laugh about it, but I felt a strange lump in my throat.

  “Do you think that would work?” she asked with an evil smile

  “Stop it, Tiffany, I can see the gears turning and I don’t like where this is going.” I drew myself upright and tugged at the bottom of my shirt.

  “Come on, Jacob, don’t be such a priss,” she twirled a lock of hair in her finger and gazed out the window at our tiny backyard. “I’m sick of living in this tiny shack, we need to figure out how to get that promotion. Maybe we can invite Abrams to dinner and I’ll just wear a shirt that shows off my boobs.”

  “How’s that going to help me? He can check out your tits to his heart’s content, thank us very much, and then give the position to Jameson or Wilkins.”

  “But maybe if he likes looking at my boobs enough, he will want to come back a few times. You can develop a rapport with him, a personal relationship. That might help your chances,” my wife rapped the table for emphasis, and I could tell she was really excited by the idea.

  “Ok, I have to admit, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. But Abrams is notoriously aloof. He doesn’t socialize with the underlings. I don’t think he would accept a sudden dinner invitation from me out of the blue. I don’t know him very well. ”

  Tiffany put her hand on her chin to think it over. “Well, maybe I could arrange to bump into him at the supermarket wearing a revealing outfit and just casually invite him over for drinks or something.”

  “Jesus, you seem really determined to whore yourself for this promotion,” I exclaimed, slightly taken aback by her persistence.

  “Look, I want a new house, and I will do whatever it takes to get it,” she spat, pounding her fist on the table.

  “Jeez, ok, ok, but how are you going to figure out where Abrams shops?” I asked in bewilderment. I was starting to feel really inadequate, as though I had let my wife down by not being able to afford a bigger home.

  “I’ll just follow him home from work a few times and figure out his routine,” said Tiffany with a sunny smile. “Easy.”

  As weird as it sounded to me at the time, Tiffany did just that. She tailed Abrams for a few days and quickly discovered that he often stopped at Whole Foods on the way home. She bought a tight little, low cut sweater dress that made her look like a prostitute with the front scooped so low that it barely covered her nipples. Then she arranged to bump into Abrams at the store so that she could invite him over for dinner. She came home that night breathlessly excited.

  “It worked, it worked!” she exclaimed, running into the living room where I was having my after-work scotch. I couldn’t believe how slutty she looked in that tight dress.

  “Jesus, you aren’t even wearing a bra?” I gasped as she bounced up and down with excitement and her knockers went carooming up and down dangerously. “How did you keep them from popping out of your dress?”

  “That’s the effect that I am going for, silly. Men are fascinated by the sight of boobs that could pop loose at any moment and give them a glimpse of nip. But listen to my story, I was good. I saw Abrams going into the produce section and I bent over an apple bin right in front of him so that he could get a nice view of my danglers. And when I looked up, sure enough, he was hooked, staring open mouthed at my cleavage on display. I shimmied my shoulders a bit, you know, to add to the effect and he gulped and turned beet red.”

  “I’ll bet,” I said, my dick getting hard at the sight of her in that trashy dress. “Didn’t he recognize you?”

  “Not at first, I let him get a good long look and then I stood up and told him that he looked familiar. My nips were nice and hard and poking out pretty well and he just stared down at them trying to remember where we met. Then I pretended to remember meeting him at the Christmas party and I gave him a nice long hug, rubbing my boobs up against his chest and squeezing him real tight.” Her eyes were bright with excitement and she came and plopped down in my lap and I wrapped my arms around her slim waist and started absently fondling her gorgeous orbs.

  “Jesus,” I said. “Laid it on thick, huh?” My cock springing fully erect as I grasped her melons in my hands.

  “Oh yeah,” she giggled, crossing her legs and twisting one foot in circles the way she did whenever she had juicy gossip to relate. “I pressed my body against his until I could feel his peter waking up down there and then I released him. He had to put his hand back in his pocket to keep from pitching a tent and I buttered him up, telling him how fascinating our conversations had been and how you were always talking about what a clever strategist he was.”

  “Oh brother,” I laughed, pinching her nipples playfully.

  “He just ate it right up,” she laughed. “Then I dropped my purse and quickly bent down to retrieve it right in front of him and managed to grind my rear right into his crotch. He couldn’t help himself and actually grabbed my by the hips and poked me in the butt with his stiff willy.”

  “You hussy,” I laughed, but my stomach began to roil with jealousy at the thought of my wife flirting so shamelessly with another man.

  “I know, the other housewives shopping could see what I was doing and they shot me dirty looks, but poor Abrams was completely clueless. Anyway, once I had him fired up, I simply insisted that he come join us for drinks and he agreed to come over tonight.”

  “Wow, good job,” I said, impressed, impressed in spite of my reservations. “But, you know, you should try to cool it with the flirting a little. You don’t want to overdo it.”

  “Why not?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.

  I was taken aback by her guileless expression. “Well, I mean, you are my wife after all, it’s sort of embarrassing when a wife flirts openly with another man in front of her husband.”

  “Well maybe you should step out at some point and let me work on Abrams in private,” said my wife with a devious little smile.

  “No way,” I laughed. “I’m not sure I trust you.”

  “You can trust me to get you that promotion, that’s all you need to worry about. Now you run out and get some expensive scotch, he’s going to be here in an hour. I have to set up my insurance policy.”

  “Insurance policy? What are you talking about?” I asked.

  “Nevermind, I’ll tell you later, now go, scoot.” Tiffany jumped off my lap and hustled me out the door and I and I hurried off to the local liquor store to get a single malt scotch for Abrams.

  When I got home, Tiffany had dimmed the lights in the living room and had some mellow jazz playing. She had lit candles and the ambience was very relaxed and romantic. She had a tray of hor d’oeuvres prepared as well.

  “Holy cow, pulling out all the stops, huh?”

  “Definitely,” she said with a smile, lifting the hem of her dress to reveal her exposed bush.

  “Wait, you took your panties off?” I yelped. “That’s going too far, honey.”

  But just then the doorbell rang and Tiffany sprinted off to answer it. I followed close on her heels as she pulled the door open.

  “Omigosh, Jimmy, I’m so glad you could make it,” gushed Tiffany throwing herself into Abrams’ arms enthusiastically and kicking one heel up.

  He encircled her with his arms in surprise, pulling her close as she kissed him on the cheek. Then he cast me a guilty look as my wife rubbed herself up against him, extending the friendly hug just a little too long.

  “Oh Tiffany, you are such a, uh, friendly lady,” exclaimed Abrams as my wife finally disentangled himself from him.

  “Jacob, good to see you,” he said, offering his hand.

  “Same here, Jim, this is an unexpected pleasure,” I said. “Please come in. I ran out and got a good scotch when I heard you were coming.”

  “Marvelous,” said Abrams
as we lead him into the living room. Tiffany lead him to my favorite chair, the big leather recliner and he sank into with a sigh of pleasure as I poured him a scotch.