“Let me put the tip in,” he begged her.
“Just the tip?” she asked innocently. “Promise?”
“Hey, what do you mean?” I blubbered, my cock straining against my trousers as my wife dry humped Jose’s hard brown phallus.
“Just the tip, dear, nothing to worry about,” she laughed as she slid her panties aside and Jose’s dick plunged up into her wet snatch. Her laugh became a gasp of pleasure as the head of his penis entered her.
He pulled out and thrust back in, over and over, true to his word, just driving the head of his prick into my wife and then withdrawing it quickly until it was shiny with her juices. She unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside carelessly and I stared at her gorgeous bare back as she dangled her boobs in Jose’s face and lowered herself down slowly, impaling herself on his shaft until he was all the way inside her.
“Hey,” I complained, my mouth dry and my blood pounding in my ears.
“Oh, sorry, dear,” she panted. “But he feels so good inside me.”
“Jesus, how can you say that?” I sputtered in shock. “You are my wife!”
“Shit, just let me do my thing, man,” he spat, gripping my wife’s soft swinging breasts in his rough hands. I watched in sick fascination as my wife bucked up and down, fucking another man right in front of me. I don’t know if it was because I was so stoned or if some latent perversion was revealing itself, but my dick was hard as a rock as I watched her wantonly fucking this uneducated laborer. Without thinking, I unzipped my fly and started stroking myself as I watched this low class ape violating my precious wife, pumping his dick in and out of her as hard as he could while she moaned and made little whimpering sounds of passion, whipping her hair back and forth drunkenly as he owned her.
After fucking her for a few minutes, Jose grabbed her by her thin waist and threw her down on her back next to him, making her squawk in surprise. I stared drunkenly as Jose slid Lisa’s panties off effortlessly and lifted one of her pale, shapely legs so he could insert his cock into her. I watched breathlessly as he poked his erect penis into my wife’s vagina while she spread her lips for him with her fingers. He rocked his hips back and forth, working his dick in and out of my woman while rubbing her soft white belly with one hand and pinching a stiff pink nipple with the other. “Oh yeah, you like that, don’t you, you filthy whore,” he muttered when she whimpered with pleasure. “Look at your wife, she loves getting my cock inside her,” he told me rudely.
“I see that,” I responded dully, not pausing in my masturbation. “I will take that under advisement.”
“Do it, do it,” urged my wife feverishly, reaching between her legs to rub her clitoris. “Yes, fuck me, I like it, I like it.”
My wife’s urgent encouragement got to me and I jumped up and pushed my hard dick right between her gaping red lips just as I was about to cum. She took this in stride and readily swallow my cum as I shot it into her mouth, then she sucked my cock clean. Jose grinned up at me as he ploughed my wife and repeatedly rubbed her stomach. His cock sliding in and out of her until she cried out in climax.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it!” he shouted as her shivers subsided, then he pulled out suddenly and spurted load after load of slippery jism all over my wife’s supine form as I kneeled by her side.
“Wonderful, wonderful,” she gushed drunkenly, smearing the cum across her stomach and down between her thighs. “Quite a volume there, honey, look how much he came on me,” she said proudly, gazing up at me with a wicked smile.
I looked down at my wife’s pale luminous form spread before me, covered in this interloper’s sputum and shook my head in confusion.
“I gotta wash up,” said Jose, extracting himself with effort from between my wife’s legs and heading off to the bathroom.
“I’m so horny, I need to be fucked some more,” she panted, rubbing her copper color pubic hair and inserting a few fingers into herself.
“Well, I’m spent already, maybe Jose can call a few of his friends over,” I joked.
“Would you be able to handle that?” she asked seriously. “Because I could. He fucked me like an animal and I liked it.”
“Honey, this isn’t like you,” I said, in shock.
“I know, I’m just stoned and drunk,” she said, sitting up unsteadily.
“Ok, I’m out of here,” said Jose, standing awkwardly by the door.
“Wait, Jose, don’t go,” cried, my wife, standing up wearing nothing but her stockings. “I want to fuck more and smoke more.”
“For real?” he asked in surprise. “Well we could go back to my place and I could introduce you to my cousins.” He eyed me suspiciously. “But I don’t think your husband would like it.”
“Bob will be fine with it, we are a modern couple,” said my wife giddily, slipping her panties back on and grabbing her bra.
“Since when?” I asked in amazement.
“Bob, look,” she turned to me seriously, breathing out alcoholic vapors, she was so drunk. “I’m going to go smoke more pot and hang out with Jose and his cousins, OK? If I’m lucky, hopefully, I’ll get lucky. Let’s go, Jose. Are you ok to drive the beamer?”
“Not really, but I’ll try,” he admitted. “Aren’t you going to get dressed?”
“I’ve got my bra and my panties, what else do I need?” she asked sweetly, wrestling her bra back into place. “Snap this, won’t you dear?”
I absently snapped my wife’ bra for her and she staggered off with Jose in tow, in nothing but her underwear and stockings.
Jose’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh man, the guys are really going to go apeshit over this, when I bring a fucking half-naked, super-hot, horny, rich cougar lady into the pad. This is going to be awesome.”
“Will you at least have them use protection?” I asked helplessly, flopping back into my chair as my ability to stand upright decayed.
“Nope,” called my wife cheerfully as they headed out.
“But I will post the video online and send you the link tomorrow,” called Jose.
I sat there with the room spinning around me, unable to properly comprehend what happened, when I heard my wife and her new friend peel out in our new BMW and knock over our mailbox on their way out. The last thought I had before passing out was a fervent hope that they didn’t die in a car crash.
My wife was properly contrite when she returned home, bedraggled and cum stained the following morning. She begged my forgiveness and promised never to be unfaithful again, but I just laughed off the incident. I was surprised at how excited I was by cuckoldry, but I didn’t tell her. The next day at work, I went down to visit Jose in the loading dock and I found the entire crew crowded around a computer monitor watching footage of my wife on all fours on a filthy carpet, getting fucked doggystyle from behind by one brown guy with a backward baseball cap while she sucked off another thuggish character who smoked from a huge bong while she fellated him. It was pretty stimulating, and I could feel my cock getting hard.
The guys were all startled when they saw me and tried to turn off the video but I just chuckled and said, “I thought you were going to send me that URL, Jose.”
“Oh, yeah, sorry, man,” he said scratching his head nervously.
“Are we ready for lunch?” asked my wife, striding in suddenly and stopping dead in her tracks when she saw me.
“I have plans actually,” I said, approaching her with a smile. She was wearing a trenchcoat that was inappropriate for the weather.
“Oh, I was going to go out to lunch with Jose and the boys from the loading dock, darling,” she said, clutching her coat closed at the neck. “Just a platonic lunch date with a bunch of fine fellows. Nothing untoward,” she said, blushing as I looked her up and down.
“Well, that’s fine, honey,” I said as the guys gathered round her. “But it’s far too hot, why don’t you leave that coat with me?”
“Oh, no, I really couldn’t,” she gasped. “I, uh, am feeling a chill.”
But I jus
t laughed and untied her belt and tugged her coat open to reveal that she was completely naked under the coat, exactly as I had expected. The crowd of rough men around me growled with arousal at the sight of my wife’s exposed flesh
“Ok, you caught me,” she sighed, dropping her head.
“No, no, please, carry on,” I said, taking her coat and leaving her standing nude on the loading dock, surrounded by a bunch of horny men. She was quite a vixen and stood with her hands on her hips facing them all down in her naked glory. Her gaze caught mine and I nodded encouragement and before long I had a front row seat at quite an exciting sex show starring my classy wife and numerous tattooed ruffians.
Poker Night
Every month a few old friends of mine come over to my place for poker night. I’ve known Arnold, Ben, and Carl since college and we all ended up in the Bay Area together since that’s where all the tech work is. My wife Zoe usually just spends poker night at her sister Terry’s house to let us have a guy’s night, so I was surprised when she came into the dining room as I was dealing the first hand.
“Hey, honey, aren’t you heading over to Terry’s tonight?” I asked in surprise.
Zoe looked at my friends gathered around the table with me nervously before answering. “Uh, no, I am going out for drinks with William from work,” she said, touching her neck self-consciously.
“Drinks?” I asked, growing uneasy.
“Almost sounds like a date,” chimed in Arnold giving me a lecherous grin.
“Quiet down, Arny,” put in Ben primly.
“Well, yes, I suppose it is sort of like a date,” admitted Zoe, looking down and nudging the carpet with her toe. She shot me a sharp glance and motioned toward the kitchen. “Maybe we should talk about this in the other room, dear.”
“Oh, come on, Zoe, why I’ve know these guys for twenty years,” I chuckled. “We’ve got nothing to hide from them. But I will say that I don’t like Will very much. I don’t like the way he looks at your boobs all the time.”
“What’s wrong with Zoe’s boobs? They look good to me,” laughed Arnold, staring pointedly at my wife’s chest.
“Can it, Arny,” said Carl. “Jeez! You can’t joke around with another man’s wife like that!”
Zoe covered her boobs self-consciously with her hands and laughed uneasily. “Yes, Will is pretty aggressive. He’s always flirting with me and trying to get me to wear sexier outfits to work. I usually just turn him down when he asks me out for drinks, but he’s sort of worn down my resistance and since you boys have poker night tonight, I agreed to go out with him. I’m sure he thinks of this is a date. That’s why I wanted to talk to you in the other room.” My wife gazed significantly toward the kitchen and motioned with her head in that direction.
“Come on, Zoe, don’t be ridiculous,” I said, putting more bravado into my voice than I felt. “Go ahead and have drinks with this guy if you want. I trust you.”
“Yeah, but, you know, he is going to expect, well, you know,” Zoe trailed off, her face blushing cutely.
“What are you talking about?” asked Carl, in surprise. “What’s he going to expect? He knows you are married, right?” I nodded along in agreement, looking up at my wife quizzically.
“Believe me, Carl, Will doesn’t care if I’m married or not. If I go out drinking with him, he’s going to want to fool around a little,” said my wife with a forced smile.
“Sounds pretty hot, how far are you going to let him go?” asked Arnold, wagging his eyebrows at Zoe.
Instead of laughing and slapping Arnold’s shoulder as she usually does when he teases her, Zoe shrugged her shoulders and answered him, “That’s just it, I don’t know, Arny.”
“Come on, now, what do you mean, you don’t know?” I said hotly.
“Now settle down, Ed, settle down,” said Ben. Ben is always the reasonable one. “Zoe is a good girl, I’m sure she won’t do anything improper with this Will fellow.”
“I’m not a girl anymore, Ben. I’m 43,” said Zoe with a smile. “Of course I won’t do anything improper, but you know, after I’ve had a few drinks and I’m feeling loose, well, it’ll be sort of hard to say no to a really assertive guy like Will.”
I just broke out laughing, but I felt like I was hyperventilating and soon I was gasping for breath. Carl patted me on the back with a concerned look on his face.
“Zoe, stop teasing your husband like that. A married woman can’t go fooling around with other men,” said Carl, glaring at my wife angrily.
“I would pop such a boner if my wife fooled around with another guy. Christ, that would be hot as fuck,” muttered Arnold into his beer.
“My God! Are you serious, Arnold?” asked Ben in frank surprise.
“Sure I am,” said Arnold. “Jeez, you guys, I’ve gotten to the point with my wife where the sex has sort of petered out and our marriage has started to turn platonic. Frankly it’s hard for me to get it up for Sarah any more. I’ll bet Ed and Zoe are the same.”
“Ah, no comment,” I said, ducking my head in embarrassment. Zoe just folded her arms and shook her head at Arnold, suppressing a smile.
“But look at Zoe, she’s still got a great body, she’s a beautiful woman. She’s old news to Ed, but to Will, she’s a fresh conquest waiting to happen,” continued Arnold, gesturing excitedly.
“Conquest waiting to happen? I don’t like the sound of that,” I said uneasily, looking at my wife with trepidation. She just shrugged sheepishly but said nothing.
“You like to shoot your mouth off, Arny, but you are talking about breaking up a marriage here. That’s nothing to joke about!” snapped Carl angrily. Carl was clearly still sensitive about his recent divorce that was caused by his wife’s infidelity.
Arnold looked at Carl sadly for a moment, the wind taken from his sails. Ben patted Carl’s arm in consolation.
“Look, Carl,” said Arnold softly. “It doesn’t have to be that way. If Ed knows about it and agrees to it, then Zoe and Will can have a little fun and no harm is done. Maybe Ed will feel a little prick of jealousy, maybe he will stop taking his sexy wife for granted.” Arnold looked me in the eye. “What do you think, Ed, doesn’t it turn you on a little bit to think of Zoe fooling around with another guy?”
I thought it over for a minute and then took a gulp of my beer. All eyes were on me and I could feel my pits growing damp with anxiety. I looked at my pretty wife, chewing her lip nervously as she waited to hear what I would say. “Do I really take you for granted, Zoe?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said, looking back down at her feet.
“Shit,” I muttered. “But wait a minute, do you really want to fool around with this guy? I mean, Will is a real prick in my opinion.”
Zoe ran her hands through her hair and gave a half-hearted chuckle. “Uh, what can I say? You’re right, Will has a really dickish personality. But, it’s flattering to be pursued so insistently. It’s kind of exciting to be desired like that.” Her eyes lit up with excitement as she talked and my stomach roiled with jealousy. But I could also feel my penis stirring slightly at the thought of my wife being with another man.
“Look at the gears turning,” laughed Arnold, gesturing at me.
“I can’t believe you are even considering this!” sputtered Carl indignantly.
“Now Carl, settle down,” said Ben evenly, putting a hand on Carl’s shoulder. “If you had worked out a consensual deal with Linda, you two might still be together.”
If anyone but Ben had said that, Carl would have punched them. But Carl just looked at Ben’s earnest, bespectacled face and frowned thoughtfully. Ben looked at me and continued, “I think you would need to establish some ground rules before going through with this though. You need to agree on how far Zoe will go with this guy.”
“This is too strange,” I said, smiling queasily, feeling slightly nauseous. “Negotiating how far my wife will go with another guy?” But my penis kept swelling in spite of my emotional distress.
“W
ell, first things first,” said Arnold, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “Location. Does Zoe go back to Will’s place or bring him back here.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t go back to Will’s apartment. I wouldn’t feel safe there,” said Zoe, holding up her hands. “We would have to come back here.”
“Yeah, it’s much hotter if Ed can watch while you guys are getting it on,” babbled Arnold, sweat beading up on his forehead.
“That’s sick,” spat Carl dismissively. “Besides, are we going to break up our poker night so Ed can watch his wife get pawed by some asshole.”
“No, no, we are definitely not breaking up poker night. If Zoe wants to fool around with another guy, she has to bring him back here and do it in the the living room while we play poker in here,” I said adamantly crossing my arms. “I want to keep an eye on things to make sure they don’t get out of hand.”
Zoe smiled at me brightly. “Oh, I agree dear. It will be like the old days, entertaining a boy with my parents in the next room. I will feel so naughty.”
“Hmmph, this guy will need a pretty big pair of stones to put the moves on another man’s wife with the husband and all his buddies sitting in plain sight in the next room. He will probably chicken out,” said Carl, warming up to the idea.
“True,” laughed Zoe, scratching her cheek. “Maybe nothing will happen after all. But somehow, I suspect that Will won’t be bothered in the least and that I will be able to see for myself just how big his balls are.” She moved her upturned palm up and down as though weighing a pair of testicles in her hand and my stomach flipped as Arnold and Ben chuckled at my wife’s raunchy joke.
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