Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching Box Set

by Gustav Jorgenson

  “What a whore,” commented one young woman in a catty voice.

  “I’d let her suck me off, she’s a cougar!” rejoined the young man she was with. Everyone laughed with the girl punched her boyfriend in the shoulder.

  “The real fucked up part is that she’s HIS wife,” crowed Jim, pointing at me mockingly.

  Everyone turned to look at me and I felt like crawling under the table.

  My wife lifted her head up from sucking Ricky’s cock and she jerked his slick dong urgently. “My god you are hard, I want you inside me,” she cooed softly. She lithely straddled his lap, facing me and gripped his phallus between her legs and she lowered herself down onto him gingerly. The hem of her dress hid the action, but her mouth formed a cute “O” and she gasped with passion as he entered her. “His dick is right inside me now, honey,” she informed me as she put her hands on the table and worked herself up and down on Ricky’s dong. “How does that make you feel? Are you getting jealous yet? I’m letting a strange man violate me with his penis in front of a bunch of onlookers. Is this sinking in yet?”

  “Why are you doing this?” I asked, my heart in my throat and my ears hot with shame.

  “Mmm, yes, yes, deeper, deeper,” she told Ricky softly as he gripped her thighs and thrust himself up into her urgently.

  “Answer me, why are you doing this?” I insisted, feeling the sweat beading up on my brow as I tried to ignore all the people gathered around giggling and looking on why my wife got owned by another man.

  “Hold on honey, I think I’m cumming,” she gasped, as she reached down between her legs, presumably to work her own clit while he penetrated her with his fat dong. “Uuunnghh,” she moaned loudly as she climaxed.

  “Yeah, I’m cumming too. RIght inside,” chimed in Ricky proudly as my wife ground herself down onto him. I glowered at the crowd as they broke out in spontaneous applause and then hid my face in my hands out of

  “See, honey, this isn’t about the couch,” explained my wife as she pulled a few sweat drenched locks of hair out of her face, which was glowing brightly from the exertion of sex. “This is about teaching you a lesson to not take me for granted. I might be middle aged, but I want to show you that other guys are still interested in me.” She climbed carefully off of Ricky’s wet, deflated prick, and smoothed her dress down modestly.

  “Fuck, I’ll buy you a goddamn couch,” offered a balding businessman, stepping forward from the crowd, his tie was askew and sweat was beaded on his brow. “Just come do me like you did him.”

  My wife looked over his chubby paunch and then glanced back at me. Then she shrugged and offered him her arm, twinkling her fingers at me as he lead her off to the booth where he and a bunch of other business men were sitting. Everyone was laughing at me and pointing and I knew it was going to be another one of those nights.

  Beach Rental

  My wife Anne and I have been vacationing with a group of friends at rented beach houses in Rehoboth Beach for several years. I generally was in charge of finding the rental, but this year we let this guy Richard, who I never much cared for, take over the responsibility. When we arrived at the place, we found that it had fewer beds than we needed and some people were going to need to sleep on cots, reinforcing my negative perception of Richard. The eight of us on this trip assembled in the great room to hash it out. There were three couples, my wife and I, Jack and Sylvia, Bob and Linda, and then Richard who was single and Ruth who was also single.

  “Well, since we have three queen beds, why not just have the three couples take those and then Richard and Ruth can sleep on the couches,” I said reasonably, and of course all the other couples agreed. I left unsaid that Richard should have to suffer since he was the one that screwed up and booked this house.

  “Now hold on,” objected Ruth. “I’ve got a bad back, I’m not going to be able to enjoy the beach if I’m half paralyzed by sleeping on one of those crappy cots.”

  “She’s right, of course,” said Richard smoothly. “The only fair way to deal with this is to draw lots.”

  There was some grumbling, but it was agreed that this was the fairest way to proceed. Richard put 8 slips of paper into a hat. Two of the slips had “cot” written on them, and he held the hat above his head as we each drew a slip.

  “Goddamnit,” I cried when I found that I had drawn a cot.

  Ruth cursed as well when she drew a cot slip as well, but she just stubbornly refused to switch when my wife offered to trade her spot in a bed.

  “So wait, the two couples are fine sleeping together, but now my wife is going to end up in bed with Richard?” I squawked in annoyance.

  “Sounds good to me,” said Richard, eyeing Anne’s body in her bikini with a lecherous leer. Everyone broke out laughing at the way Anne blushed and crossed her arms trying to cover her jutting breasts.

  “Relax Tim,” said my friend Jack, clapping me on the shoulder amicably. “Wife swapping is all the rage these days.”

  “Yeah, Tim,” said Richard, wagging his eyebrows at me. “Don’t be so old-fashioned. What’s a friendly shag between friends after all?” He slapped Anne’s rump for emphasis and she shrieked in surprise and slapped his shoulder as everyone laughed uproariously.

  As we headed down to the beach together, Richard put his arm around Anne’s shoulder and teased her.

  “I hope we can both agree to sleep in the nude, because that’s how I sleep and I don’t want you to feel overdressed,” he simpered, making the other women cackle with laughter.

  Bob noticed my discomfort and took me aside. “The big bedroom is the only one where both cots will fit, so we will stick you, Anne, Richard, and Ruth in there together. That way you can be sure no funny business happens,” he murmured under his breath.

  “Oh come on, Bob,” I said, trying to force a laugh. “I trust my wife. She would never do anything improper. Besides, Richard is always making jerky comments like that.”

  “Ahh, still, better safe than sorry,” he said with a slight frown. “You know how things get late at night after a few drinks.”

  It’s true that there had been rumors from previous years about adulterous hookups. Last year, Bob’s wife Linda and this guy Pedro disappeared for a couple of hours and claimed they had been off playing miniature golf, but no one believed them. I made sure Pedro wasn’t invited back this year.

  The jokes about Richard sleeping with Anne continued all day. No one but me seemed to tire of them, and eventually, even my modest wife stopped getting embarrassed by them and started playing along.

  “Have another glass of wine, Anne,” said Linda with a twinkle in her eye as she topped off Anne’s glass at dinner. “It’s probably been many years since you’ve slept with a man other than your husband, the wine will help you relax and get into it.”

  “Well, all I have to do is lay there and Richard can do the getting into,” said Anne with a grin, kicking me under the table playfully.

  “Har, har, har,” I commented sourly as our friends all gibbered drunkenly at the crass jokes.

  “But seriously, Anne, what position do you prefer?” asked Richard, his eyes fixed on my wife’s cleavage. She happened to be wearing a much lower cut gown than was her habit and I suspected she did it in response to Richard’s insistent flirting which annoyed me to no end.

  “Oh, I like it doggy style,” she said seriously, crossing her arms under her boobs to boost them up so he could inspect them better. “But we would have to get on top of the covers to do it that way which would be rude with Tim and Ruth in the room. We will probably have to settle for missionary since we can stay covered up that way and it’s more discreet.” She winked at me mischievously as the table erupted in further merriment and Linda nearly choked, she was laughing so hard.

  “Spooning is also fairly discrete,” put in Jack, taking his opportunity to eye my wife’s chest.

  “Jack, stop staring at Anne’s cleavage, you pig,” laughed his wife Sylvia. “The way you are ogling her it makes me wo
nder if you want to switch places with Richard.”

  “We will be here 8 nights,” put in Richard with a broad grin. “I shouldn’t hog Anne the entire time, maybe I should raffle off a few of the nights to give the other guys a chance to sleep with her.”

  “No problem, I guess I will just be the community trollop this trip,” said Anne, pulling the front of her her dress down to reveal even more cleavage and thrusting her chest out shamelessly which got all the men’s attention at the table.

  “Well if Bob wanted to take a roll in the hay with these knockers, I could hardly blame him,” commented Linda, reaching out to grab Anne’s jutting breasts. I laughed along to be a good sport, but I noticed Bob shifting uncomfortably in his seat I realized that he was probably adjusting a boner under the table.

  “Ok, jeez, can we talk about something other that my wife getting fucked by other guys?” I asked irritably. But there was no denting the hilarity and everyone laughed off my complaint.

  “Come now, darling,” pouted Anne, teasing me. “Aren’t I allowed to get a little attention now and then? I’m a good wife all year long, can’t I be a little bad on vacation?”

  “Sure, sure, whatever,” I said tersely, downing my wine.

  The group finally started to notice my sour mood and the conversation turned to other topics.

  After dinner, we strolled along the boardwalk enjoying the gentle summer evening air. I held my wife’s hand and we lagged behind the group as I stared out moodily at the waves crashing in the moonlight.

  “Why are you so quiet?” asked Anne meekly as we walked along.

  “Uh, sorry, I guess I’m a little worked up over all the comments about you sleeping in the same bed as Richard tonight,” I admitted.

  “Oh, darling,” sighed Anne, putting her head on my shoulder. “How can you take that stuff seriously? I mean you and Ruth will be right there in the room, what could possibly go wrong?”

  “Nothing, nothing, of course,” I sighed, kissing her on the top of the head. “But you sure enjoy joking around about it.”

  “Well, sure I do,” admitted my wife, kicking her legs childishly out in front of her as we walked along. “I’m starting to get older and men don’t pay attention to me like they used to. I just like the attention. It’s flattering to have Richard flirt so persistently with me. It makes me feel desirable for a change instead of like a middle-aged housewife.”

  “Well I still think you are beautiful,” I said lamely.

  “I know you do, dear, I know you do,” she agreed distantly, looking out over the waves.

  “Anne,” I said after a moment. “Do you think Linda and Pedro really, you know, got it on last year?”

  “It certainly appears that they did,” said Anne, looking up at me with a devilish smile.

  “But Bob didn’t make much of a fuss about it,” I recalled. He just asked me not to invite Pedro back this year.

  “Well, that’s reasonable of him. Bob and Linda have been married a long time. Why make waves over one minor indiscretion?” she asked breezily. Then she turned to me with wide eyes, “Hey wait a minute, are you trying to say something here?”

  “No, no,” I lied, holding up my hands defensively.

  “Look, Tim, Richard is no Pedro, ok?” she laughed.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at my wife.

  “Pedro is a total stud, of course. My god, he’s gorgeous, and from the bulge in his swimming trunks, he looked like he was hung like a horse,” giggled my wife. “Richard is just so-so. He makes me laugh, but there is something sort of sketchy about him.”

  “Ah, ok, if that’s how you felt about Pedro, we are definitely not inviting him back next year either,” I said, feeling my anxiety loosen considerably.

  We picked up our pace and rejoined the group as we returned to the house.

  We opened a few more bottles of wine and stayed up drinking long into the night, until I was practically reeling upstairs around 2:00 am when the party broke up. When I got to the master bedroom, I heard Ruth and Anne giggling hysterically in the attached bathroom, but I didn’t see Richard anywhere. I noticed that Ruth had just laid out her blankets directly on the floor to avoid hurting her back on the creaky cot.

  I needed to piss and brush my teeth, so I knocked on the bathroom door. “Hey, I need to get in there,” I called.

  The giggling stopped and then I heard Richard’s voice as he and the two women exchanged hurried whispers within the bathroom.

  “Richard, are you in there?” I called out. I started feeling suspicious and my heart was pounding in my chest.

  “Yeah, Tim, hold on a second,” he said. “I’m just helping Anne pick out the right negligee to wear to bed.”

  “Enough joking around, I’ve got to piss,” I demanded.

  “Honey, can you use the bathroom down the hall, I’m not decent in here,” said my wife sweetly.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I demanded angrily. “How you you be indecent with Richard in there?”

  “It’s pretty hot, actually,” called Ruth before dissolving into a fit of snickering laughter.

  I decided that they must be fucking with me, but I couldn’t wait, so I ran down the hall to use the other bathroom.

  When I came back, Richard was sitting up in bed, bare chested with his hands crossed behind his neck smugly watching Anne help Ruth arrange some couch cushions on the floor for her to sleep on. I noticed that my wife was in fact wearing a very short, sexy negligee which was practically unheard of.

  “What was that all about?” I asked petulantly. “Keeping me out of the bathroom like that.”

  “Well, it would have been pretty awkward if we had let you in at that moment,” said Ruth with a salacious grin.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked defensively, feeling my stomach roil with jealousy.

  Anne came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, tugging modestly at the hem of her nightgown which barely covered her crotch and I noticed Richard’s eyes glued to her shapely legs as she crossed the room.

  “Don’t worry about it dear,” she said, patting me on the shoulder. “Let me tuck you in.”

  I climbed drunkenly onto the rickety cot and my wife bent over to cover me. I glanced over to see Richard’s eyes fixated on my wife’s rear as she did.

  “Anne, look, Richard is springing a stiffy over there!” cried Ruth with delight.

  Anne stood and turned to look, holding her hem down in back with one hand. There was definitely a large protrusion in the covers around his crotch.

  “Richard, look at you,” tittered my wife gaily. “It looks like your johnson is standing straight up at attention.”

  “You got me when you bent over like that,” he admitted with a lecherous smile.

  “That’s a pretty big bump you got over there, buddy,” joked Ruth, eyeing Richard’s protrusion with interest. “Did it pop out of the front of your shorts or something?”

  “I told you already, I sleep in the nude,” laughed Richard, pointing at his boxer shorts crumpled by the side of the bed.

  “Alright, enough, joking around, put your goddamn shorts back on,” I snapped hotly, the cot lurching dangerously as I leaned up on one elbow.

  “Honey, just relax,” said my wife, pushing me back down. “I don’t care if Richard sleeps in the buff or not. He’s going to keep his huge nasty boner on his side of the bed, and I am going to stay on my side.”

  Ruth simpered behind her hand as she lay down on her cushions and pulled her covers over her.

  “I don’t like it, what if you roll over in your sleep or something and end up on his side of the bed?” I asked plaintively.

  “Well, that’s just a risk I am going to have to take,” she said, bravely. “But I’m not afraid, I’ve handled large equipment before, I’ll be ok.”

  Ruth and Richard broke out laughing but I just frowned in displeasure.

  “Here, come to bed, Anne,” said Richard, fondling his bulge
idly as he smiled at her suggestively.

  “Good night, dear,” said Anne, kissing me on the cheek and then turning to climb into bed with Richard. She tried tugging the back of her nightgown down as she bent down to pull the sheets back, but in spite of her efforts, I caught a glimpse of her bare ass cheek and I rose up again on one elbow suddenly, causing the cot to creak and tremble.

  “Jesus, Anne, you aren’t wearing any drawers, are you?” I shouted.

  My wife pulled the covers up to her chin and peered at me with trepidation. After a moment, she answered me in a small voice, “No.”

  “That’s why I popped such a boner when she bent over, Tim,” said Richard, wagging his eyebrows at me lewdly.

  “And that’s why it would have been awkward to let you into the bathroom earlier,” chimed in Ruth with amusement. “Richard was trying to get her to lose the panties. He wanted her bottomless when she climbed in bed with him. And he clearly succeeded.”

  “You think that’s really funny, don’t you Ruth?” I snapped in anger. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears and my innards were wrenching with jealousy.

  “Please, Tim, of course it’s funny,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch. It’s all in good fun. Everyone’s drunk and doing silly stuff. Nothing to get bent out of shape over.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I said, trying to control my temper. I turned to my wife and forced myself to speak quietly. “Anne, would you mind putting some panties on, dear? It would make me feel more comfortable.”

  “Oh come on, Tim,” she said, forcing a laugh. “I thought we’d been through all this already. You can’t possibly think that anything is going to happen between Richard and I.”

  “The very idea is preposterous,” said Richard with mock indignance, gripping his boner through the covers and jerking it for emphasis.

  “Richard, stop teasing my husband,” said Anne, gazing at the lump in Richard’s hand. “And be careful with that thing, you might hurt somebody.”