Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching Box Set

by Gustav Jorgenson

  “I didn’t have time to change into a nicer outfit, I hope you don’t mind that I’m entertaining you in this old thing,” said Tiffany, running her hands down her sides and over her shapely hips as Abrams ogled her figure in the tightly fitting dress.

  “Oh, no, you look very attractive,” he gazing at her jiggling boobs and protruding nipples. “It’s quite flattering.”

  “Doesn’t leave much to the imagination,” I muttered, feeling slightly bitter as I handed Abrams his scotch.

  He pulled his eyes from my wife’s body with an embarrassed frown as he accepted his drink. “Oh, thanks, Jacob.”

  “Jacob thinks this dress is a little too immodest, what do you think, Jimmy? Does it make me look too slutty?” My wife had a twinkle in her eye as she cupped her boobs in her hands and offered them for Abrams inspection.

  The poor guy’s eyes were practically bulging out of his head as he gawked at my wife’s chest. “Err, yes, I mean no, it’s sexy but very tasteful,” stammered Abrams pulling at his collar.

  “How about from behind?” she asked with delight as she turned, presenting her rear to Abrams for scrutiny. Her dress rode up slightly as she bent over and the bottoms of Tiffany’s bare ass cheeks peeked out just below her hem.

  Abrams face colored noticeably and he put his hands in his lap, probably to hide his erection. “Wow, I mean, that dress does compliment your figure.”

  “You don’t think my butt is too big?” she asked, pouting over her shoulder at him as she slapped herself on the rump.

  “Urgh, no certainly not, it’s the perfect size,” grunted Jacobs, shifting uncomfortably as he adjusted himself.

  I cleared my throat in annoyance, my heart thumping with anxiety at the shameless way my wife was carrying on.

  Abrams shot me an apologetic glance. “Jacob, you are a lucky man to have such a gorgeous and, uh, hospitable wife.

  “Oh, yes, I know,” I agreed, shooting daggers at my wife with my eyes.

  She just shrugged and pulled up an ottoman so that she could sit close to Abrams. We all had a few drinks and made small talk. I asked about his family, and we talked about how things were going at work. Tiffany kept laughing uproariously at every humorous comment that Abrams made and touching his knee or his arm affectionately. As we all got drunker and drunker, he stopped making any effort to hide his interest and his eyes fixed on my wife’s body, roving from her jiggling cleavage to her smooth white thighs, fully exposed by her short dress. My wife kept uncrossing and crossing her legs, flashing her snatch at him until his erection formed an embarrassing lump in his trousers. My ears were growing hot with indignation and my gut was clenched with jealousy as he eyeballed her hungrily.

  “I’m actually quite proud of my boobs,” blurted Tiffany at one point, interrupting me as I was outlining my business plan for the coming year. “I really wanted to find and even lower cut dress, but I couldn’t find one.” She tugged down on the front of her dress until the tops of her pink areolae slipped into view.

  “Oh yes, you should be proud,” he agreed, sweat beading up on his forehead as he examined my wife’s nipples. “You are really well endowed.”

  “Of course you are, dear, but I was trying to tell Jim about my vision for our department at work,” I interrupted irritably.

  “Oh, right, sorry, honey,” she said. “Jacob has so many great ideas, he’s very excited by the possibility of executing them across the entire division.”

  I slapped my hand to my forehead at her lack of subtlety. The alcohol was taking it’s toll.

  “What?” asked Abrams, clearly surprised and confused as he glanced over at me. “Oh are we talking about the district manager position? Well that’s clearly down to a decision between Jameson and Wilkins. I assumed you knew that, Jacob.” He made a face of mild disgust at the unpleasant change of subject.

  Before I could answer, my wife lunged forward and gripped Abrams’ knee. “But Jacob has so many excellent ideas and he is such a smart man.”

  “He does, and he is, darling,” said Abrams, patting my wife on her thigh condescendingly. “But he lacks the experience of these other fellows. Jacob’s time will come, don’t worry.”

  My wife’s face flashed into a brief mask of rage before she regained her composure. “Well, that’s good to know, Jimmy. I feel so cramped in this little house and the neighborhood is so sketchy. If Jacob got this promotion, we could afford a better place.”

  She was pouting and plaintive now, and I had to intervene quickly. “Of course, that seems relevant to you, dear, but that’s not relevant to the corporation.”

  Abrams nodded approvingly. “Just so, Jacob, well said. But please excuse me a moment, I need to use the washroom. Where is it?”

  “I’ll show you, Jimmy dear,” said my wife, leaping to her feet and making her boobs bounce fetchingly. Jacobs’ mood brightened visibly as my wife took him by the hand and lead him away down the hall. I noticed him checking out her ass the whole way.

  I pulled at my hair and paced in circles as I lamented the foolishness of my wife’s plan. It was clearly unraveling before our eyes. Abrams was enjoying her whorish behavior now when he was sauced up, but once he was sober wouldn’t he reconsider and see through our feeble ploy. This whole thing might backfire on us and actually hurt my prospects if it got around that I was trying to use my wife’s body to get ahead. She was overdoing it, pushing it too hard because she wanted that new house so damned badly and she couldn’t rein herself in. As these despairing thoughts ran through my mind, I noticed that my wife hadn’t returned to the living room. What was she doing, helping Abrams get his cock out to piss?

  I stepped into the hall and I heard the toilet flush around the corner and the bathroom door open. My wife must have been waiting by the door, because I heard Abrams grunt with surprise.

  “Oh, sorry, Tiffany, were you waiting to use this?” I heard him ask.

  “No, I just wanted to talk with you for a moment without Jacob around. Can we slip into the bedroom here for a private chat,” she was lowering her voice but I could just make out what she was saying as I inched down the hallway quietly

  “Well, that wouldn’t really be appropriate,” said Abrams haltingly.

  “Please Jimmy, let’s be straight with each other.” She did something that made Abrams grunt loudly and start panting, but they were around the corner, so I couldn’t see. “I have been acting inappropriately all evening and you have been eating it up. So here’s another inappropriate idea, why not come into the bedroom and watch me get naked?”

  “But what about your husband?” Abrams’ hissed, trying to keep his voice down.

  “I told him I was going to show you around the house,” she lied casually.

  I heard the bedroom door open and then shut again and I clenched my fists in anger. Tiffany was really going too far. I rushed down the hall to our bedroom door and then I hesitated with my hand on the handle. This could get ugly if I barged in there to find my wife naked with Abrams in our bedroom. Would I really be able to return to work after an incident like that? I ground my teeth in annoyance and slipped back into the bathroom. Our bathroom had two doors, one to the hallway and one directly into our bedroom. I sat on the toilet with the lid down in the dark and quietly opened the door between the bedroom and the bathroom just a crack so that I could listen in to what was happening in there. I tried peeking through the crack, but all I saw was our bedroom window.

  “Here first of all, let me get this slutty dress off,” giggled my wife drunkenly. I heard Abrams gasp and I clenched my sweaty palms into fists of frustration. ‘What do you think?” asked my wife coquettishly.

  “You are built like a brick shithouse, woman,” uttered Abrams through gritted teeth.

  “Here give me a hug,” she purred and I pictured her rubbing her naked body up against Abrams. As angry as I was, I actually felt my dick getting hard as I listened which was confusing.

  “Mmmh, yeah, squeeze my butt,” she moaned. “Hey, I fee
l something down here.” I heard the sound of Abrams’ fly coming down. “Ooo, you are you nice and hard,” cooed my wife, I could hear a rhythmic rustling that must of been the sound of her jerking on his dick and I felt like crying out in anguish. “Do you want to suck my boobies?” she asked innocently.

  “Yeah,” he groaned breathlessly.

  “Let’s talk about that promotion for Jacob first,” she said, her voice growing hard.

  “Tiffany, please,” he begged. “You don’t understand, my reputation is involved. People will notice if I show that kind of undue favoritism. It could could hurt my position at the company. Wait, what are you doing, oh god, oh god.” I hear the floorboards creak slightly and then a slurping sound which told me my wife was down on her knees, sucking the cock of my VP of sales.

  “What were you saying?” she asked after a minute. I could hear a rapid squelching that sounded like she was jerking away on his saliva-slickened boner.

  “Oh, fuck, ok, ok, I will do it. Get up on the bed and spread your legs,” he gasped.

  “You know, I like it rough. I won’t be able to get into it unless you pick me up and put me on the bed and then hold me down while you ravish me,” she said.

  I scratched my head in confusion because this simply wasn’t true. Tiffany always complained if I got too rough. But sure enough, I heard them scuffling and panting as he must have pulled her to her feet and she pretended to struggle against him.

  “Yeah, you are a dirty whore, aren’t you?” he barked with relish.

  “No, no, we mustn’t,” crooned my wife in falsetto.

  “Yes we must,” he said with a laugh and I heard the bedsprings creak as they fell upon it. “Get those legs apart.”

  “Oh, you beast,” she cried gaily.

  “Yeah, take this, take this,” he crowed with pleasure.

  “Oh no, oh no, you are so big,” she pleaded.

  My cock was straining against my pants as I heard the rhythmic creaking of the bedsprings.

  “Oh Jimmy, oh Jimmy,” called my wife, her voice thick with passion.

  “Yeah, that’s right, you earn that promotion, you filthy slut. You take that dick, urrgh, urrgh,” he moaned.

  “Are you cumming?” asked my wife softly.

  “Yeah, I’m blowing my wad right inside you, you tramp,” he gloated. “Oh yeah, that’s good.” I heard the bedsprings creak again, and it was all I could do to hold myself back from running in there and slapping my wife’s cheating face and punching Abrams in the gut.

  “Well, it was nice doing business with you, young lady,” he said, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction.

  “Likewise, I am sure,” she purred in contentment. “You can go through there to the bathroom and wash up,” she added languidly.

  I leapt to my feet in panic and slipped quickly back into the hall as I heard Abrams enter behind me and close the door to the hallway. I rushed back to the living room, livid with anger, struggling to push my erection back down. I can’t believe that my wife could be so low. To actually fuck another man just to get us a new house. But the more I thought about it, my anger started to melt. I mean, she really did it. Abrams agreed to give me that job. This was going to mean a lot more money, more prestige. Even if I failed, I would have that title on my resume and I could move to a similar position at another company. It was starting to seem like a small price to pay, to let another man use my wife’s body for his pleasure in exchange for a whole new future. I poured myself another drink and paced the room excitedly waiting for them to emerge.

  Presently Abrams appeared, whistling happily as he strolled back into the living room.

  “You seem like you’re in a good mood,” I commented dryly.

  “Oh yes, you wife just gave me a wonderful tour of your beautiful home,” said Abrams taking up his drink again.

  “Well, our house is pretty small, so she must have gone into great depth,” I said, feeling my anger building again in spite of myself.

  “Oh, yes, Jimmy insisted on plumbing the depths quite thoroughly,” laughed Tiffany as she flounced into the room merrily.

  He slapped her on the rear with a familiarity that made my blood boil.

  “Yeah,” I said, trying to swallow my irritation and look on the bright side.

  “Well folks, I’ve had a simply remarkable time here tonight, but I must be going,” said Abrams, putting his drink down and rubbing his stomach contentedly.

  “But, wait, I thought we were going to talk about Jacob’s promotion,” said my wife, her face dropping.

  “Tiffany, I thought we went over this,” said Abrams, shooting her a cold look as he tugged at his shirt cuffs. “This is an important business decision and I can’t be seen playing favorites.”

  The blood drained from Tiffany’s face and her mouth gaped open. “You fucker!” she spat vehemently, stamping her foot. “We had a deal.”

  “I, uh, don’t know what you are talking about,” said Abrams, taken aback by the explosiveness of my wife’s response and shooting me a guilty look.

  “Ahh, I see how you want to play it,” said my wife snatching up her laptop and turning on the TV so she could share her screen via AirPlay. “I was afraid you might try to pull something like this. Luckily I made sure to have an insurance policy.” Suddenly a high def image of our bedroom appeared on the screen and Tiffany and Abrams entered the frame

  “What’s this?” I asked in surprise as I watched her pull off her dress and embrace Abrams in the nude on the screen. “Oh boy.”

  “Oh, didn’t I tell you, darling? I took the liberty of having a webcam installed in our bedroom so that we could record various festivities. It’s a high-end model capable of 4k resolution, whatever that means,” said Tiffany tossing her hair nonchalantly.

  “You sneaky bitch,” gasped Abrams in shock. It was his turn to go pale.

  “Aren’t I just?” laughed Tiffany viciously. “And look what I have here! Your wife’s personal email address. With the streaming cloud storage service included with the camera, why I can just send her a link via email.” Apple mail came up with an aol email address and Tiffany pasted a URL into the body of the message with a subject line of “Your husband is a pig.”

  Just then the video showed Tiffany dropping to her knees and sucking Abrams’ dick, her head bobbing back and forth as she worked his cock.

  “Fuck, Tiffany, do I have to watch this?” I complained.

  “Sorry, dear,” she said, seeming truly contrite as she paused the playback. “The next part is a big rough. I think I will send Jimmy’s wife the clip starting at this timestamp.”

  “You wouldn’t dare,” said Abrams drawing himself up indignantly. “I will sue.”

  “Yes, I would dare, you son of a bitch,” cried my wife, jumping to her feet. “Do you want to play fucking hardball with me? I will have Jacob drive me right to hospital and have them run a rape kit on me.”

  Abrams stopped in his tracks and gaped in astonishment. “Rape? That’s preposterous.”

  My wife hit play on the video feed and the screen showed her wrestling with Abrams and then him throwing her onto the bed and climbing on top of her, forcing her legs apart roughly.

  “Honey, stop,” I said covering my face, but my cock stiffened at the sight in spite of myself.

  “I think this video along with the DNA evidence would be very difficult to beat in a court of law,” said Tiffany coldly. “Maybe you would be convicted, maybe not. But one thing I know is that I am not going to just sit in this fucking shack and do nothing while opportunities pass Jacob by.”

  “Tiffany, this is completely out of bounds. You could ruin my entire life,” sobbed Abrams, on the verge of tears.

  “Why I would never do that to you, sweety,” said Tiffany with a snarl. “Just fire off an email right now to the HR director or whoever and let them know that Jacob is the new district manager and I will play nice. Neither your wife nor the authorities ever need to see any of this footage. It can be our little secret.�
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  I shook my head in amazement but said nothing. I had no idea that my wife was such a psychopath about getting this new house. It was sort of a turn on really.

  “Ok, ok,” said Abrams pulling out his phone hastily. “I can’t believe this is happening to me. This is going to ruin my career.”

  “Jesus, come on Jim,” I complained. “I’m qualified for the job. I can turn that district around. I know I can.”

  “I hope to god you are right, Jacob,” sighed Abrams. “For both of our sakes, I hope you are right.” He tapped on his phone for a moment, chewing his lip angrily. “Ok, hellcat, I have sent off the damned email and CC’d Jacob. Now destroy that video.”

  Tiffany just tittered to herself. “You aren’t in control of these negotiations, Jimmy. I am,” she said with bored expression. “Honey, can you check your mail to confirm that Jimmy is playing along?”