Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching Box Set

by Gustav Jorgenson

  “Now look here, Jenny, this isn’t proper!” I stammered, feeling my heart pounding in my chest and sweat beading on my brow.

  “There is nothing improper about wine,” she pouted one arm slung over Brendan’s shoulder as he wrapped his thick arms around her and started rubbing the bare skin of her thighs and belly.

  “I’m not talking about the wine, I’m talking about you sitting in Brendan’s lap like that, and, uh, the way he touched your boobs at the door,” I choked, feeling nauseous and anxious.

  “Wine sounds good,” offered Brendan neutrally as he tucked one hand between my wife’s thighs and rubbed her rump with the other hand.

  “Honey, Brendan was just fooling around,” sighed my wife. “Honestly, do you have to make a big deal out of every little thing?”

  “Every little thing?” I asked, exasperated.

  “They aren’t that little,” murmured Brendan as he casually unsnapped the back of my wife’s bra.

  “Stop it you,” laughed my wife, holding the cups of her bra against her chest to keep her bra from falling off. “Arnold. Wine. Now. Please!” demanded my wife, motioning toward the kitchen with her elbow while Brendan rubbed her back lasciviously.

  “I, uh, oh shit,” I rushed from the room with my pulse pounding in my ears, unsure of how to handle this situation. My wife often flirted harmlessly with other men, and I never thought anything of it. But this was different. She was really egging Brendan on. And he was much more aggressive and dickish about it than the other guys my wife and I normally associated with. I hurriedly poured out three glasses of wine and carried them precariously back out to the living room only to find that my wife had lost her bra and was kissing Brendan with an open mouth while her squeezed her bare boobs and pinched her nipples. They were both moaning.

  “Holy fuck, you guys, come on!” I cried, nearly spilling the wine.

  “Oops, sorry honey,” panted my wife pulling her mouth away from Brendan’s. “I guess we got a little carried away. Here, hand me those glasses before you drop them.”

  She slid lithely off of Brendan’s lap to land snugly next to him on the couch and reached out to receive the glasses of wine. I instinctively handed them to her, distracted by the sight of her jiggling naked breasts.

  “Oh, that’s a wonderful cabernet,” she said, taking a big gulp of her wine and handing a glass to Brendan while I stood before them awkwardly.

  “What was that all about?” I demanded.

  “What was what all about?” asked my wife innocently. She sat there topless, legs crossed, drinking her wine with perfectly nonchalance as though showing her boobs to another man was a perfectly normal thing to do.

  “Making out topless on the couch with another man while he felt you up, that’s what,” I exclaimed, spittle flying from my incensed lips.

  “Sit down, dear, you are making nervous,” commanded Jenny. “We were just horsing around a little, darling. A few innocent smooches and bit of friendly petting is all.”

  “Friendly petting,” I repeated, still gazing at her swinging breasts as I took a seat across from my wife and her new boyfriend. “That’s not OK. You are my wife.”

  “Hey man, I know how you feel. I would be freaked out if I was married and some stranger came in and started getting it on with my lady,” said Brendan with a crooked smile.

  “Yeah, uh, right,” I said struggling to understand the situation. “Jenny, can you put a top on, please?”

  “But honey, I like being topless. My boobs need to breathe,” insisted my wife, raising her hands above her head and wiggling her tits at me.

  “Raarr,” snarled Brendan as he bent over to clamp one mouth on my wife’s nipple. She cradled his head in her hand as he slurped loudly, sucking on her boob.

  “Oh you naughty man,” she said. She pulled his head back up gently and kissed him passionately.

  I just sat there watching helplessly as they resumed necking on the couch. They kissed open mouthed, tongues flicking back and forth while Brendan squeezed Jenny’s bare boobs and she clutched his crotch, kneading the growing bulge in his pants insistently.

  “Goddammit,” I grumbled, watching in annoyance as my wife worked her new lover’s hardon. My gut was knotted up in jealousy but a perverse interest came over me and I couldn’t help but watch in fascination as she unzipped his fly and started yanking on his stiff dong.

  “Just let me suck his penis for a second,” she told me as she bent down and inserted the red swollen head of his dick into her soft wet mouth.

  “Oh fuck yeah, you little slut, suck that shit,” grunted Brendan putting his huge paw on the back of my wife’s head as her bobbed up and down in his lap as she gave him a blowjob. Then he looked over at me with a sheepish grin. “Uh, hey buddy, I guess it’s kind of awkward for me to be sitting here with my dick in your wife’s mouth and all, but no hard feelings, huh?”

  At that moment, my wife whimpered with passion and slurped more urgently on Brendan’s dick as she reached back to slip her panties off and I could feel my own penis growing stiff at the sight of my naked wife voraciously sucking off her boyfriend in front of me. She dropped to her hands and knees on the carpet in front of him, arching her back to offer her swollen cunt to him and he casually slid down to kneel behind her so he could introduce his thick rod into her hot tight snatch.

  She moaned loudly as he entered her and I had to unzip my fly and jerk myself as I ogled Brendan owning my woman doggystyle on the living room carpet. Her tits were swinging like pendulums back and forth as he gripped my wife’s wide hips and banged her from behind. Then he switched tactics and pushed my wife’s head roughly down to the carpet which made her cry out in surprise and then whimper submissively as he continued roughly violating her from the rear. It didn’t take him long before he pulled out and started pumping hot spurts of cum all over her bare round ass, coating her butt cheeks in glistening jism. She frantically rubbed her clit to bring herself to climax, crying out loudly as she came and her loud remonstration brought me to the edge and I was firing my load up into the air, making a mess of my pants with my own semen.

  “Ok, I’m out of here,” said Brendan, patting my wife’s sticky rump affectionately.

  “No, wait, stay with me,” cried my wife, clinging to him as he tried to rise and depart.

  “Too weird with your hubby here,” he said, looking at me with my limp dick in my hand and my soiled trousers.

  “Well then, let’s go to your place,” she begged as he pulled away and zipped up his fly.

  “Well, ok, but just throw something on, because I’m not hanging around here,” he said gruffly striding out of the living room purposefully.

  And she did. My wife just threw on on a long coat over her naked body and fled right out the door after him without even saying goodbye to me. She called later that night to tell me she was sleeping over at Brendan’s but that she would be home tomorrow and that she would make it up to me for being so naughty. All night long, I sat up, thinking about her sucking Brendan’s dick or laying there naked while he fucked the living shit out of her all night. And I have to admit, I jerked myself raw just thinking about it and I came three of four times until the ejaculate was just dribbling out and my testicles were empty.

  A Fight Over the Couch

  My wife and I went to the bar one night and after a few drinks we unfortunately started fighting about her spending which was a common sore point between us.

  “We just got a new furniture set in the living room last year,” I complained, my face growing red.

  “I’m sick of that couch, I want a new one. I simply can’t stand to look at it any more, responded my wife angrily.

  “Look, we can’t afford to throw out all the furniture every year. That’s not reasonable.”

  “You just bought a new riding lawn mower,” she rejoined, her eyes flashing.

  “We had the old one for five years!” I exclaimed. “Keep this furniture for four more years and I will happily buy a new set fo

r you.”

  “I’m finished talking to you,” she said and stood up abruptly. “You aren’t interesting. I’m going to go mingle a little bit.”

  She stood up in a huff and simply walked away from the table at the nightclub where we were sitting. I could tell by the way that she teetered on her high heels that she was pretty drunk. I watched her approach a couple of guys sitting a few tables over. They were eyeing her body up and down and I had to admit that her short black dress really showed off her excellent tits and ass. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but one of the guys jumped to his feet and pulled up a chair so that my wife could join them.

  I could feel my ears growing hot with jealousy, and I was half inclined to go find another woman to hit on myself. But I couldn’t take my eyes off my wife as she laughed and flirted with these two guys, occasionally shooting me a glance to make sure I was watching her. I tried to play it cool, but I soon lost my temper and rushed over to confront her. I strode over the table and the two guys looked up at me quizzically while my wife studiously ignored me.

  “So,” said my wife airily, pretending I wasn’t there. “Which sexually positions do you guys like? I like it doggystyle best. I really get into it when a guy takes control and bangs me from behind.”

  “Yeah, that’s pretty hot. I bet you like it rough too,” said the one guy. “You look the type.”

  “What the fuck you guys?” I squawked, pointing my index finger at the guy who thought my wife liked rough sex. My face was growing hot with anger and embarrassment.. “That’s my wife, you are talking to.”

  “Treat a lady like a whore and a whore like a lady,” was his only response. He gave me a sardonic grin and leaned back in his chair slightly.

  “Jeremy, can’t you see that I am trying to talk to my two new friends?” scolded my wife. “Please go away and let us have a private conversation. It’s so stifling to have my husband hovering over me all the time. How am I supposed to explain to Ricky here whether I like it rough or not?” She gave me a wicked grin that made my blood boil.

  “You can’t just go around and flirt with strange men right in front of me!” I blurted out loudly. “It’s not of Ricky’s business how you like to get fucked!”

  “Don’t be so sure,” muttered Ricky’s pal under his breath.

  “What did you say?” I demanded.

  “Hey, Sarah, I like this song, you wanna dance?” asked Ricky.

  “I would love to Ricky,” said my wife.

  They both rose smoothly and he lead her away quickly. She look at me over her shoulder and said. “That way we can talk in peace without my husband getting all spitty about it.”

  I stood there gaping as this tall, muscular stranger lead my wife onto the dance floor and started dancing with her.

  “Hey, pal, no hard feelings,” said Ricky’s buddy. “Here, let me buy you a beer. My name’s Jim.”

  “I’ve got a drink,” I said coldly.

  “Well, have a seat and take a load off,” he urged with a good natured smile, pulling up another chair. “We weren’t trying to hit on your wife or anything. She just came right over and started talking to us. She’s being a little raunchy, but I don’t think she means anything by it. She’s probably just trying to get your goat.”

  I sat down begrudgingly and took a sip of my gin and tonic. “We just got into an argument,” I admitted sullenly.

  “See, there you go,” he said with a laugh. “She’s just trying to get you back is all. Flirt with another guy to get you jealous.”

  “Well, it’s working,” I said, gesturing to my wife and Ricky on the dance floor. We both watched as my wife wrapped her arms around Ricky and rubbed her body up against his suggestively. His hands crept down the small of her back until they rested comfortably on her ass.

  “Oh, yeah, wow, looks like Ricky is groping your wife’s butt there a little,” he chuckled contritely. “But that’s pretty harmless after all.”

  “Look at her, she’s crawling all over him,” I spat with disgust.

  A much heavier beat kicked in and Sarah spun around and thrust her rear seductively into Ricky’s crotch. She locked eyes with me and glowered while he gripped her hips and ground himself up against her rear.

  “Shit, I guess it’s no joke about her liking it doggystyle, huh?” said Jim.

  I gave him an angry look and he held his hands up defensively. “Sorry, pal. But this isn’t my fault. We were just minding our own business.”

  “Ricky’s not minding his own business now,” I spat, gesturing to my wife and her new friend as they simulated sex acts on the dance floor. “Now his dry humping my damn wife.”

  “Maybe she is making it his business,” said Jim softly, avoiding my eyes.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I demanded hotly.

  “Nothing, man, nothing. Look they are coming back now,” he said.

  I looked over to see Sarah leading Ricky back to the table by the hand. He was following behind her, walking stiffly with one hand covering his groin as he tried to hide his blazing erection.

  “Omigosh, I think I got poor Ricky a little too excited,” said my wife with a bubbly laugh as she and Ricky rejoined at the table. “I could feel his hard penis pushing right between my but cheeks. Then I bent over and he ground his big bulge right against my pussy.” Her face was flushed with arousal. “If we kept that up much longer, I was afraid his prick would burst right through his pants and poke into me right through my wet panties.”

  “For Chrissake Sarah!” I stammered, the blood draining from my face. “That’s pretty explicit, isn’t it?”

  “I’m just telling the truth, dear,” she said tossing her hair haughtily. “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to stay.

  “Your panties are wet, huh?” asked Ricky, putting his face close to my wife’s.

  “Yeah, want to see?” she asked, giving me a devilish look. She reached down and wriggled in her seat for a moment and then bent down under the table to retrieve something. When she sat back up, she casually handed Ricky her panties.

  “Holy fuck,” laughed Jim in amazement.

  “This is going too far, Sarah, let’s go,” I said weakly, shocked that my wife would take this flirtation so far.

  “Hold on, let me see if her panties are really wet,” said Ricky, putting them to his face. “Hmm, yeah, they are wet alright.”

  “Yeah, and your dick is still pretty hard,” breathed my wife, her face just an inch from his. “Want me to take care of that for you?”

  “How do you mean?” he asked, looking across the table and sizing me up.

  “Well we could start with a handjob and see where it goes from there,” purred my wife, looking me straight in the eyes as she reached over and unzipped Ricky’s fly. His boner popped out of his pants and he glanced around the room nervously to make sure no one was watching. “Mmm, Ricky’s penis is nice and hard, dear,” she told me as she stroked it slowing and fixed me with a wicked grin.

  “I’m not going to sit here for this bullshit,” I said jumping to my feet. and reaching for my wife to intervene.

  Jim was on his feet in a flash and inserted his bulk between himself and my wife. I suddenly realized that he was as big as a linebacker and I was seriously outmatched. “Two consenting adults, man,” he told me threateningly. “Two consenting adults.”

  I sat back down in a daze, and Jim slowly returned to his seat. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

  “Jesus, one fight over the couch and you run around and start jerking off strange guys in the bar?” I asked incredulously.

  “I’m not going to just jerk him off,” she said with an impish grin. “I didn’t take my panties off for nothing.”

  “Over the goddamn couch?” I asked, slapping my hand to my forehead as I watched her jerk her hand up and down the length of his stiff cock.

  “Ooh, his dick is really hard, can you see what I’m doing to it?” she asked, looking me in the eye with a smile and wrinkling her nose cutely as she stroked Ricky’s penis up and down, making the head turn redder and redder. “I’m being a really naughty wife.”

  “You’re ignoring my question,” I said, exasperated. “How can you humiliate me like this over a stupid couch?!” I yelped.

  “Hold that thought,” she told me and dropped her head down so she could suck noisily on the red, swollen head of Ricky’s cock. His mouth hung open stupidly and he gazed off into the distance as my wife slurped on his junk in front of everyone in the bar.

  “Man, your wife is a dirty slut,” laughed Jim in delight.

  Several bystanders noticed my wife giving a guy a blowjob in the middle of the bar and soon a small crowd of men and women gathered around to watch and make rude comments.

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