Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching Box Set

by Gustav Jorgenson

  “Darling, darling please,” cried Anne, handing her bag to Richard and chasing after me.

  “What?” I asked, striding along briskly and not bothering to slow down. “Don’t you have some more fun purchases to make with your boyfriend?”

  “Boyfriend?” laughed Anne nervously. “Darling, you are being ridiculous. Richard and I are just good friends. You know that.”

  “Really, Anne?” I asked incredulously as I hurried. “I want my wife to be happy and I am certainly willing to overlook a minor indiscretion. But you have be more discreet.”

  “I, I don’t know what minor indiscretion you are talking about,” said Anne desperately. “If you are talking about the commotion last night, well we were just horsing around and wrestling a little. That’s no indiscretion.”

  I looked my wife in the eye and she gave me a pleading look that broke my anger and made my heart melt. “I didn’t hear anything last night,” I told her. “I slept like a baby. I’m talking about this lingerie shopping.”

  Anne gave me a look of deep gratitude and sighed with relief. “Ok, darling, ok, I’m sorry. It was naughty of me to parade around in sexy underwear for Richard. I promise not to do that again.”

  I looked at my wife and just shook my head in confusion. She must know that I heard everything, but she needed to maintain this charade for some reason. My hands clenched and unclenched anxiously as I thought about her stripping naked and sucking Richard’s cock in the lingerie store dressing room. But then my wife grabbed my hand excitedly and pulled along to explore the boardwalk stores, chattering happily over every silly t-shirt or shell-encrusted souvenir that she came across. She was as giddy as a teenager in love and I realized that she basically had developed a huge crush on Richard.

  As jealous as I was of Anne’s infatuation with Richard, I was charmed by her new found exuberance and we did have an enjoyable day together. I even enjoyed shopping for the dreaded knick-knacks. By the time we returned to the house to have dinner with the gang, I was in a decent mood.

  During dinner, I was pleased that no one harassed me with jokes about Anne and Richard sleeping together. I don’t know if it was because the joke was getting old or if people sensed that I was sensitive about it. After dinner, we played board games and proceeded to get smashed as usual. Anne and Richard sat next to each other on the floor and were touching each other a lot. Little casual touches, like Anne would rub Richard’s back when he answered a trivia question correctly and Richard would squeeze Anne’s thigh if she guessed a charade. I pretended not to notice and no one else commented on their intimacy until later in the evening when it was getting near bedtime.

  “So Richard,” said Jack, his eyes glassy from drunkenness. “Are you going to hog Anne for yourself tonight or give another guy a chance to sleep with her?”

  “I want her to myself again, tonight,” said Richard slipping his arm around her waist and looking at me boldly.

  I smirked in acknowledgement but just took a sip of my beer and said nothing as the women all tittered in response.

  “I saw that you brought a bag home from the lingerie store this afternoon,” said Linda, suppressing a smile. I noticed Bob kicking his wife under the table, and LInda pouted and rubbed her shin as Anne blushed with embarrassment.

  “Yes, I helped Anne pick out some nice things today,” he admitted, proudly, eyes locked with mine in a challenge.

  The room was silent for a moment while everyone digested that, then everyone broke out in nervous laughter and the occasional catcall.

  “I, uh, that sounds worse that it is, I mean,” stammered my wife, looking around the room beseechingly.

  “Is this the bag, here?” asked Ruth, pulling the lingerie bag from behind the couch. “Can we see what you got?”

  “Um, that’s sort of personal,” said Anne with a worried expression, her hand on her cheek and her eyes darting around the room.

  “We just want to see what Richard picked out for you to wear to bed tonight, dear,” said Linda, grabbing the bag and rooting around inside. “Oh my, this will be flattering.” She extracted a sheer chemise and held it up for everyone to see, eliciting hoots and whistles from the room. She put her hand inside to show how transparent it was. “Won’t leave much to the imagination, will it?”

  “Well, of course I would wear something under that,” put in Anne, drawing herself upright defensively.

  “Oh, like this?” asked Linda with an impish twinkle in her eye. She drew out a cupless bra and a pair of crotchless panties, which made the room erupt with more laughter and bawdy comments.

  Anne just hid her face in her hands, while Richard’s chest puffed out proudly.

  “When you put it all together, it’s a lot more tasteful than you would think,” said Richard pursing his lips judiciously.

  “You don’t mean to say that she tried that on for you, Richard?” gasped Sylvia, putting her hand to her chest, utterly scandalized.

  “Well, of course, we got that for her to wear to bed tonight,” said Richard, raising his eyebrows at her suggestively.

  “Can we see you in that outfit, Anne? Why don’t you change into that now?” begged Jack excitedly, slapping his hand against his thigh.

  “Yes, Anne, please,” chimed in Linda and Ruth, clapping their hands in inebriation.

  “Oh no, I couldn’t,” gasped my wife with a laugh, holding up her hands defensively. “It was sort of a joke, really. I mean, I never intended,” she trailed off helplessly.

  “Oh, come on, don’t be bashful, darling, give the boys a thrill,” coaxed Linda, ignoring her husband’s dirty look.

  “Yes, why should Richard get all the fun?” barked Jack drunkenly, spittle forming on his lips as he eyed my wife’s body.

  “Maybe you should give the people what they want,” laughed Richard, rubbing my wife’s back affectionately.

  Anne looked over at me and asked meekly, “What do you think, dear? Would it be too terribly naughty of me?”

  All eyes were on me as I took a long careful draught of beer. Why not? I thought to myself. If I will put up with her fucking Richard, why not let other guys get a glimpse of her nipples and her bush? Who cares at this point. I sighed and said, “Well, it sure looks like a naughty outfit. But we are all adults here, drunken adults, but adults. And we’ve all known each other for years, so, I mean, why should we be prudes about it?”

  The group cheered in response and Linda jumped up with the bag in hand and helped my wife climb to her feet. “Well it’s settled, then, come along harlot, come along. Let’s see what tasty treat Richard has in store for him tonight.” Linda hustled Anne into the next room to go get changed and Anne glanced back over her shoulder at me with trepidation.

  “You are being such a good sport about all this, Tim,” said Sylvia, gesturing at me from across the room. “Are you terribly jealous?”

  “Oh, no,” I said, looking at Sam. “A little bit of jealousy helps keep a relationship fresh.”

  Bob avoided my gaze and pulled at his collar. “Yes, Sylvia, aren’t you jealous of how excited Jack is to see Anne’s body?” he asked her.

  “Well,” said Sylvia, frowning at her husband. “I know how men are. Always hot to see a beautiful woman’s body. I can’t hold it against him. I just don’t want him switching places with Richard.”

  We all laughed at that and then Linda reappeared, dragging Anne along with her. My wife’s face was flushed from embarrassment and she held one arm over her nipples and kept her other hand over her crotch as she inched into the room wearing the lingerie that Richard had picked for her.

  “Come on, put your arms down,” demanded Jack, practically frothing at the mouth with lust. “Don’t be bashful!”

  “Oh god,” said my wife, rolling her eyes. “Ta-da!” she shouted, throwing her arms in the air, treating the gang to a nice view of her nipples and dark bush, clearly visible through her transparent chemise, before covering herself up again modestly.

  The room erupted with ca
tcalls again and I had to admit, it was pretty exciting.

  “Again, again!” shouted Ruth, clapping her hands.

  But Linda had mercy on my bashful wife and held up a hand. “Now, now, don’t push her. Let’s just get a look at this caboose and then let her go.” She spun my wife around and Anne bent over, flashing her butt cheeks at us and blowing me a kiss over her shoulder before grabbing her terrycloth robe and slipping it on to cover herself.

  “Oh my god, that really is a risqué get up,” gasped Sylvia. “I don’t believe that you showed that to Richard.”

  “Well, just, you know,” mumbled my wife, stifling a yawn.

  “Uh, oh, looks like someone is getting tired,” said Richard, jumping to his feet. “I better get this sleepyhead off to bed. Goodnight all.”

  “Goodnight everyone!” said my wife with a feeble wave, as Richard whisked her upstairs.

  Everyone watched them go with frank surprise and then Ruth jumped up. “Ah, ok, Tim. Come on, we better head up there and make sure there is no funny business.”

  “Well, I mean, ok, but, I trust my wife of course,” I said, standing up with difficulty and taking Ruth’s arm so that we could steady each other as we hurried upstairs after my wife and her lover.

  “We can trust that there will be funny business tonight, but at least we should be there to make sure it’s supervised,” giggled Ruth quietly as we ascended the stairs together, but I just shook my head and said nothing.

  When we entered the bedroom, Richard was sitting up in bed chest bare with his boxers on the floor, just as last night. The bathroom door was closed and the sink was running, but my wife’s robe was hanging on the hook.

  “I’m going to check on the sexpot,” said Ruth, tapping on the door and then slipping into the bathroom with my wife. I heard them giggling and chatting in there and I shrugged and headed over to the cot on the other side of the room, ignoring Richard. I lay down with a thump, eliciting squeals of protest from the cot and realized that I was tired enough to fall right asleep, but I struggled not to fall right to sleep.

  “Pretty tired, huh, Tim?” asked Richard in a soft voice.

  “Yeah,” I admitted with a slur in my voice.

  “I just wanted to thank you for keeping your sense of humor about all this,” he said with an unctuous tone.

  “Yeah,” I agreed sleepily.

  Just then the bathroom door opened and Ruth slipped out. “Goodnight all,” she chirped, slipping under the covers on her nest of cushions.

  My wife turned the bathroom light out and the room was cloaked in darkness. I heard my wife’s footsteps as she creeped across the floor.

  “Hey does anyone object if we leave the bathroom light on with the door ajar?” asked Richard casually. “I don’t want to trip and kill myself if I have to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.”

  “Fine by me,” agreed Ruth. “Also, Tim will be able to keep an eye on you guys in case he gets jealous.”

  “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” said Anne, with worry in her voice.

  “Come on, you don’t want me to get injured in the night, do you?” coaxed Richard.

  “Ugh, ok,” said my wife and she snapped the bathroom light back on and left the door ajar. A sliver of light shot out and dimly illuminated the room as she crept across the floor toward the bed.

  “Wait, uh, aren’t you going to change into something more modest?” I said, sitting up on an elbow when I realized that my wife was still wearing her lingerie.

  “Um, honey, I thought, you know, that you understood I would be wearing this to bed tonight,” she said. Her body was illuminated by the beam of light from the bathroom, her nipples and bush clearly visible through her chemise.

  “You said you was a joke,” I croaked, watching Richard’s face as he ogled my wife’s body. He was starting to pitch a tent in the covers again.

  “She had to say that because she was afraid to admit what was really going on to the rest of the gang,” put in Ruth, sitting up in her nest. Then she noticed Richard’s tent, “Oops, look, Anne, Richard is springing a stiffy again.”

  “Yes I am,” he agreed proudly, then he reached under the covers with one hand and the tent started popping up and down as he fondled himself.

  “Jesus, are you jerking off while you stare at my wife’s body, Richard?” I complained.

  “Can you blame me?” he asked good-naturedly. “Look at her, she’s a knockout in that outfit.”

  Anne smiled at him and curtsied, “Why thank you Richard, that’s sweet.”

  “It’s sweet that’s he’s jerking himself while he gawks at your exposed privates?” I cried, reaching down to adjust my own boner.

  “Well, a girl does like to be appreciated,” put in Ruth primly.

  “Please darling,”said my wife coming over to the cot. “Like you said, let’s not be prudes about this.” She bent over to tuck me in and she gave me a kiss.

  “Oh yeah, hold that pose,” grunted Richard, fapping away madly under the covers while Ruth watched and giggled.

  My wife kept her rump pointed at him and glanced back over her shoulder, giving her ass a little shake for his entertainment.

  “That’s hot,” said Ruth excitedly.

  “Jesus, Anne,” I complained.

  “Sorry, dear,” she said, patting me on the head. Then she turned and gave me a brief view of her round ass cheeks as she lifted the covers and slipped into bed next to Richard.

  “Goodnight all,” said my wife as she and Richard clung together under the covers in the middle of the bed.

  “What are you two doing?” I asked suspiciously, raising up one elbow to watch what they were doing in the dim light from the bathroom.

  “I’m just giving your wife a chaste peck on the cheek, is that ok?” asked Richard.

  “Um, not really,” I said, feeling my gut wrench.

  “Oh, please, darling,” said Anne loftily. “We are just being friendly.”

  I could make out Richard’s form as he leaned up on one elbow while my wife lay on her back to receive his kiss. He didn’t bother kissing her cheek at all and just kissed her directly on the mouth. I saw the covers raise up as Richard slid his hand up and down my wife’s body while they made out. Then he started thrusting his hips back and forth and my wife broke off the kiss suddenly.

  “Richard, be careful with that thing, my gosh,” she gasped.

  “Is he poking you with that boner? That’s pretty friendly,” giggled Ruth, as she sat up, watching the action with interest.

  “I swear I didn’t,” said Richard, rolling over on his back and putting his hands behind his neck. The bump of his hardon was clearly visible in the light from the bathroom, and it occurred to me suddenly that Richard had deliberately insisted that the light be left on so that I could see him getting it on with my wife. I didn’t know whether I should be angry or grateful for that.

  My wife snuggled up against Richard’s side and I could see the covers move as she ran her hands up and down his chest and then down to his groin. She looked over to see if I was watching as the bump around Richard’s groin started moving up and down slowly. She could see that I was still leaning up and facing them but she just returned her attention to Richard and whispered something in his ear.

  “Yeah, that’s good,” he groaned as groin bump continued to move up and down and up and down.

  “Uh, what are you guys doing?” I asked, peevishly, pulling out my cock under my own covers and pulling on it while I watched my wife apparently giving Richard a handjob under the blankets.

  “Just, you know, giving Richard a massage. He likes to be comforted before sleep,” said my wife hesitantly as the pace of her handjob increased slightly.

  “You’re massaging his boner for him?” cackled Ruth, loving every minute of this.

  “No, silly, I’m just rubbing his belly,” said my wife as the jerking ceased and the covers above Richard’s belly were disturbed as she rubbed Richard’s stomach.

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nbsp; “Wait, I thought you were each going to stay on your side of the bed,” I said,

  “Well, I thought I told you dear, I tried to keep him on his side last night, but then he wrestled me into submissive,” said Anne coquettishly.

  “You don’t want me to have to pin your wife down again, do you, Tim?” asked Richard.

  “Of course not,” I stammered.

  “Here face your husband and let me spoon you from behind,” said Richard, flipping my wife over onto her side so that she faced me.

  “You gonna spoon her with that boner of yours?” asked Ruth with interest.

  “Can you lay down and go to sleep, please?” asked Anne with exasperation.

  “For your information, my boner has subsided. I just want to go sleep now,” said Richard as he eased himself behind my wife.

  “Oh god,” she gasped, in spite of herself, biting her knuckle.

  “You ok, Anne,” he asked her as he rocked her back and forth in the spoon position.

  “Oh yeah, oh yeah, I’m good,” she panted.

  “You know, that doesn’t look too good, you guys,” I said, squeezing my stiff cock as I watched. “I mean it looks like he’s humping you from behind.”

  Richard laughed and his thrusts increased making my wfie gasp again.

  “Don’t be, oh god, don’t be, um, silly, dear,” she said, struggling to maintain composure. “I mean, that’s just, ooooh, preposterous. Oh god, stop it, stop it, Richard. You are making my husband nervous.”

  “Oh, I’m just teasing him a little bit,” said Richard looking over at me, but I couldn’t make out his expression since he was backlit.

  “Let’s just all go to sleep now,” said my wife primly, pushing Richard away.

  I lay back down reluctantly, not wanting to miss any of the action.

  “Just wait, just wait,” whispered my wife quietly as she and Richard rearranged themselves.

  I was drunk and exhausted and quickly dozed off even though I tried to stay awake.

  Some time later I opened my eyes. It was still night time and the bed was creaking again. I shifted myself around so that I could see the bed and saw that Richard was on his back and my wife was straddling him and bouncing up and down which was making the bed creak. My cot squeaked loudly under me making me want to curse and my wife stopped and looked over toward where I lay. I doubted she could see me well in this dim light, but I closed my eyes just in case and tried to keep my breathing slow and regular.