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Sam’s wife Chelsea was complaining that they didn’t go out enough, so he agreed to take her to dinner and out to a new bar that just opened up. The couple didn’t know anyone there and felt a bit awkward. After a few drinks they decided to try playing pool although neither of them was very good at it. They were missing shots over and over and just laughing about it when Sam noticed this short, muscular guy looking on in disdain. “Look, you gotta get down lower when you take a shot so you can see the angle,” he told Chelsea impatiently as she stood upright by the side of the pool table, clumsily preparing to take a shot. “Oh?” she asked him, somewhat startled at his interjection. “I, uh, well obviously I’m not very good. We are just fooling around.” “Well you would have more fun if you learned a bit of technique,” said the stranger. “I’m Joe by the way,” he said, gazing into Chelsea’s eyes intently and ignoring Sam. Chelsea blushed under his piercing stare and averted her eyes modestly. “Hello, Joe, I am Chelsea, and this is my husband, Sam.” Sam waved gamely, embarrassed by the way this fellow was looking athis wife.
“Very pleased to make your acquaintance, Chelsea,” said Joe, looking her up and down in her short, snug dress and admiring her shapely figure. Sam cleared his throat to remind Joe that he was there and could see him checking out his wife. “Hey Sam, why aren’t you teaching your pretty little wife here how to shoot pool properly?” “Ha, well, actually, I’m not much of a pool player myself,” admitted Sam, feeling somewhat unmanly. “Can I give you some tips?” Joe asked Chelsea, putting his hand onher pool cue.
“Uh, sure, I am open to learning new things,” said Chelsea, looking at her husband with trepidation. “Are you very good atpool?”
“Let me show you,” he said taking the cue from her hands smoothly. “4 ball corner pocket, off the 7,” he muttered casually and he crouched down and forcefully fired the cue ball with a loud crack. The cue bounced off the far bumper, rebounded and clipped the 7 ball perfectly, sending it into the 4 which landed in the corner pocket with a satisfying clunk. “Wow,” said Chelsea, clearly impressed. “Yeah, that was like a combo bank shot,” said Sam with surprise. “That’s right, Sam,” said Joe condescendingly. “Now let me show your wife a thing or two.” “Ok,” agreed Chelsea brightly. “How do I do a shot like that?” Joe laughed. “Chelsea, you have to take it slow. You can’t even make a straight shot. You are standing too stiffly. You need to bend down lower so you can see what you are doing. Here take the cue.” Chelsea took the cue and bent down slightly, sliding the cue back and forth across her finger as she prepared to shoot. Joe was standing close by her side and shook his head. “No, no,” he said pushing her back. “You need to get lower.” “But I feel kind of weird, bending down too far in this short dress,” she said, reddening slightly and pulling self-consciously ather hem.
“Ah, let the guys get their thrills, why don’t you?” said Joe, looking at Chelsea’s round buns unabashedly. “You got panties ondon’t you?”
“Oh my god, Joe, of course I do,” exclaimed Chelsea with a laugh of surprise. She gave her husband a devilish grin, her cheeks bright red. Sam’s gut twisted with jealousy and he just smiled back weakly. “Well yeah, then get down then and stick that rump out,” said Joe, standing back and watching her rear expectantly. Chelsea bent down low over the table, thrusting her rump toward Joe suggestively. She was enjoying the attention of another man and was getting a kick out of making Same a bit jealous. “How’s that, Joe?” she asked over her shoulder. “Yeah, that’s a fine ass,” admitted Joe staring at Chelsea’sbuttocks.
“Ok, yeah, that’s not really a pool tip,” complained Sam, his mouth turning dry. He looked at Joe’s thickly muscled arms with apprehension. Sam had never been a fighter and didn’t relish the idea of fisticuffs with this burly stranger over his wife’s honor. “Sorry, but your wife has some junk in her trunk,” said Joe cheerily, not bothering to look at Sam. “Now Chelsea, line up the ball and take a shot.” Chelsea grinned up at Sam. “I’ve got junk in the trunk, Sam. Didyou hear that?”
“Yes, that’s the word on the street,” said Sam through gritted teeth. He could feel his armpits growing damp. “Take your shot now, honey,” urged Joe, giving Sam a fit at the familiar tone he used. Chelsea’s tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth as she tried to concentrate on the ball and she gave a sudden jerky stroke which sent the cue ball careening off target, missing her objectiveentirely.
“Oh, jeez, you have to do a smooth, slow stroke,” said Joe with exasperation. “Focus on the cue going straight. Here let me show you.” Joe strode up behind Chelsea and wrapped his arms around her. “Wow, hello there, Joe,” gasped Chelsea in surprise. But she was enjoying the feeling of being clasped in this aggressive stranger’sthick, strong arms.
“Yeah, uh, that’s my wife there, buddy,” stammered Sam, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’m just teaching her how to stroke, Sam,” said Joe, looking up at Sam innocently as he cradled his wife in his arms. Joe enjoyed the smell of Sam’s wife and was aroused by the heat coming off her softskin.
“You make it sound so dirty, Joe,” purred Chelsea, looking over her shoulder at Joe, her face just inches from his. She arched her back slightly to press her rear against his crotch. “You’re the one with the dirty mind,” he told her softly. He held her close and pressed his stiffening penis against her generousbottom.
“Hey, I feel something back there,” giggled Chelsea. “Is that a pool cue in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” “Jesus, Chelsea,” whined Sam. “Cut the shit. Joe are you giving my wife a pool lesson or are just feeling her up?” His blood was pounding in his ears and his palms were sweaty as he tried to confrontthis interloper.
“Relax, Sam, relax,” said Joe as he smoothly stroked the pool cue back and forth. His arm brushed Chelsea’s boob as he showed her how to slide the cue. “You see, Chelsea, nice and smooth,” he said, thrusting his protruding bulge against her warm soft buns for emphasis. Holding her arm, he followed through and fired off a shot that sank another ball with a clean thunk into the side pocket. “Oh, wow, yeah, I see,” chirped Chelsea happily. “Look, honey, I made a shot.” She wiggled her rear against Joe’s crotch, enjoying the naughty pleasure of his dong pressing into her ass while her husband looked on helplessly. “Ok, you can let go of my wife now,” stammered Sam indecisively. He was torn with jealousy and anxiety but was surprised to find himself titillated by the whole situation. “Yeah, ok, hold on a second,” said Joe gruffly. He nuzzled Chelsea’s neck and said softly, “You feeling that?” as he continued to prod her with his dick from behind. “I feel it,” affirmed Chelsea, feeling herself growing wetter andwetter.
“Feel what?” asked Sam sickly, not wanting to know the answer. “Joe’s penis is poking me right in the rear,” giggled Chelsea, looking up her husband with an impish grin. “And you know his arm brushed my boob when he was showing me that shot.” “You like that, huh?” asked Joe as he brashly cupped Chelsea’s dangling boobs in his hands and squeezed them, never ceasing to worry her from behind with his cock. “Ok, seriously, cut that out right now. That’s my wife!” squeaked Sam, his voice cracking from the stress. He felt as though his heart was about to explode out of his chest and his palms were slick with sweat. “Chelsea, make him stop, what are you doing?” “Oh, darling, don’t make a scene,” laughed Chelsea, standing upright and surreptitiously reaching back to pinch Joe’s penis through his pants. “Here, let’s all have a drink.” “Yeah, let me buy you two a drink to show there are no hard feelings,” said Joe, surprised at the audacity Chelsea showed bygrabbing his cock.
“No hard feelings, just a nice hard cock,” said Chelsea as she gripped Joe’s boner fiercely behind her back. “Honey, what’s gotten into you?” gasped Sam in shock. “Maybe you haven’t been getting into her enough lately, pal,” laughed Joe wrapping his arm around Chelsea’s waist as she tilted her hip forward and slid her arm behind her back so her husband couldn’t see how she was squeezing Joe’s dong. “Our sex life has cooled off quite a bit these past few years,”said Chelsea sadly.
“Chelsea! That’s not the sort of thing to tell a complete stranger,” said Sam, mortified by his wife’s behavior. “Sometimes it’s easier to tell a stranger,” said Joe smoothly. “Let’s just have a drink and relax. Maybe I can help you two out.” Joe lead Chelsea over to the bar and ordered another round while Sam tagged behind apprehensively. Sam felt that his wife deserved a slap in the face and this jerk Joe deserved a punch in the mouth, but he couldn’t bring himself to do either. So he just stood there stewing in his own juices and reluctantly accepted the drink that Joe handed him. “So how do you think you can help us, Joe?” asked Chelsea, peeking at him meekly over the top of her martini. “Chelsea, you clearly need to get some dick,” said Joe matter of factly, looking her in the eye. “Well you’ve certainly shown that you know how to shoot it into the hole,” laughed Chelsea, smiling back at Joe who chuckled inresponse.
“Ok, Chelsea, that’s enough,” croaked Sam, barging between his wife and her new lover to slam his drink down on the bar startling the bartender who looked at him strangely. “We are going home right now. First this guy prods you from behind with his thing and then he grabbed your boobs. And now this conversation has taken a completely inappropriate turn.” “I was just showing her how to shoot pool,” chimed in Joe holding out his big calloused hands in supplication. “Besides, I liked it,” said Chelsea looking up at her husband with a twinkle in her eye and, running her finger along his chest. “That’s it, I’m taking you home right now to sober up and we can discuss this in the morning, young lady,” shouted Sam, losing his temper and grabbing his wife violently by the arm, making her spillher drink.
“Whoa, leave that woman alone!” shouted the bartender, looking on in shock. He glanced between Sam and Joe in confusion. Suddenly a tall bouncer with the physique of a weight lifter appeared, hovering menacingly above Sam and Chelsea. “Is there a problem here?” he grunted, putting his hands on his hips. “Bu, bu, this is my wife,” stuttered Sam in bewilderment. “She has had too much to drink and I am taking her home.” “Looks like you are the one who has had too much to drink,” replied the bouncer, crossing his massive arms across his broad chest. “Why don’t you release her arm and act civil,” he said, phrasing it as a command rather than a question. Sam let go of Chelsea’s arm and she rubbed her bicep ruefully. “We don’t want any trouble in here,” said the bouncer. “Just act civil,” he pointed his finger right into Sam’s face. Sam’s knees started knocking in dread, fearing that this massive animal would strike him in front of everyone, including his wife. “Oh, Sam will be fine, he’s normally a perfect gentleman,” said Chelsea, grabbing the bouncer by the wrist and pulling his hand away from her husband. “He just got upset because Joe and I were fooling around a little bit.” The bouncer turned as though noticing Joe for the first time. “Oh shit, what’s up Joe?” laughed the bouncer, turning toward Joe with a broad smile and offering his hand. “You stirring up trouble overhere?”
“Didn’t mean to, Ray-ray,” said Joe, grasping the bigger man’s huge hand in an iron grip as they shook hands amiably. Sam looked on in horror at the chummy relationship the two men had. “You can’t just go around stealing wives away from their husbands,” chuckled Ray-ray, patting Joe on the back. “Dudes will get bent out of shape about that.” He looked Sam over disdainfully, noting his skinny build and hunched over posture. “And I wouldn’t want to see Eugene over here knock you out or anything,” he laughed. “Uh, it’s Sam, actually,” objected Sam holding up a nervousfinger.
“Whatever,” said Ray-ray dismissively. “You look like a smart guy. If you got a problem with your wife, just talk it through. Don’t go grabbing her like a damn ape,” said Ray-ray. “And frankly it’s embarrassing that a big dumb guy like me needs to tell you that, professor,” he added with a snort as he walked away. “That Ray-ray,” said Joe shaking his head and waving at the bouncer in farewell as he leaned against the bar. “How do you know, Ray-ray?” asked Chelsea, looking down at her empty glass with regret. “Oh, we go to the same gym,” said Joe with a wave of his hand. “Hey, let me get you a fresh drink.” “Thank you, Joe,” said Chelsea. “I need to calm my nerves after all this excitement.” Sam stood there with his pits soaked in sweat trying to catch his breathe after being threatened and then humiliated by the big bouncer. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Joe clapped him on the shoulderheartily.
“Here Sam, take your drink,” said Joe in a friendly voice. “I didn’t mean any disrespect.” Sam accepted the drink but looked down at Joe with loathing. “Now don’t look at me like that, Sam,” pleaded Joe as he sidled up beside Sam’s wife again and slipped one arm around her waist. “I’m just trying to be friendly.” “Friendly!” blurted out Sam in derision. “You call it friendly to put the moves on another man’s wife?” he asked tightly after taking a swig of his drink. “Really, Sam. I have never seen you so jealous,” put in Chelsea with a little smile on her face. She liked seeing Sam get riled up over her. “I like it. I feel that you take me for grantedsometimes.”
“Really?” asked Sam in genuine dismay. “But how can you say that? Aren’t I always attentive and loving?” “Sure you are, dear,” said Chelsea reaching out to pat her husband’s arm but nearly jumping when Joe reached his hand back and grabbed her ass cheek in the palm of hand and started rubbing it vigorously. Her cheeks reddened again as Joe worked her ass and she had trouble concentrating. “But it’s not the same as before we got married. I used to feel that you were really pursuing me.” “But how can I pursue you when we are married and living together?” asked Sam helplessly, annoyed that this deep personal conversation was being played out while the strange man rubbing upagainst his wife.
“Oh, I don’t know, darling,” said Chelsea, turning to look at Joe while he gripped her bottom. “But I like this feeling of being desired and frankly, it’s pretty exciting to have men fighting over me. It makes me feel sexy again.” “You are sexy and I would definitely fuck the shit out of you,” said Joe, pulling Chelsea against him and gripping both her ass cheeks in his hands, letting Sam see what he was doing. “Can you please get your hands off my wife’s butt?” asked Sam, looking on in horror. “I like feeling your boobs pressed against my chest like this,” Joe told Chelsea his face just inches from hers. “And I like to feel your rod poking me in the crotch,” breathed Chelsea in response. She felt giddy with lust and reached down between Joe’s legs to grab his bulge again. “Wow, you are really hard downthere.”
“Honey, are you touching his thing?” yelped Sam in alarm. “Well he’s so insistent with it. He’s always jamming it against me,” purred Chelsea, looking back over her shoulder at her husband alluringly. “And it’s really big and stiff. I would have thought a short guy like Joe would have a smaller one.” “You got to look at the hands and feet,” said Joe with a smile, holding up his big meaty paw for her inspection. Chelsea took his hand and started sucking on his index finger seductively while she continued to stroke his cock through his pants with his other hand. “Oh my god,” gasped Joe feeling as though his cock was about to explode as Chelsea looked him in the eye suggestively while shetongued his finger.
“How is this supposed to help our marriage?” whined Sam in confusion as he looked on helplessly. “You know, buddy, I frankly have no idea at this point,” Joe told Sam. “But I need to get your wife naked and get my dick into her as soon as possible.” Joe put his arm around Chelsea’s shoulder and she allowed him to hustle her down to the end of the bar where Ray-ray and the bartender were chatting. Sam trailed along behind, his stomach flipping with anxiety. “This chick is really ready to go,” said Joe to Ray-ray urgently. “Do you guys have a break room in back where I can take her and workher out?”
“What about her husband?” asked Ray-ray skeptically, looking over Joe’s shoulder at Sam hovering nervously in the background. “Man, look at her, she’s all over my dick,” said Joe. “He started it,” chirped Chelsea cutely as she brashly fingered the bulge in Joe’s trousers while Ray-ray and the bartender lookedon in interest.
“Wow, she’s a freak alright,” said Ray-ray. “But there is no break room, you have to use the manager’s office. Come on.” The bartender quickly raised up a section of the bar and Ray-ray lead Joe and Chelsea behind the bar. Sam tried to follow along but the bartender stopped him. “Staff only, buddy,” he said, putting his hand on Sam’s chest. ‘But they aren’t staff,” blubbered Sam in distress, motioning toward Joe and his wife. “Let Sam come,” pleaded Chelsea over her shoulder. The bartender hesitated for a moment, looking at Ray-ray, but Ray-ray just nodded and the bartender let Sam pass. “You are probably going to regret this,” said the bartender, shaking his head at Sam. “I’m already regretting ever setting foot in here,” muttered Sam as he hurried after the retreating trio. Sam followed behind Joe who held Chelsea before him while Ray-ray lead the way along a corridor lined with gas canisters, empty crates, 5 gallon buckets and cleaning supplies until they came to a little door. Ray-ray tapped on the door and listened for a moment before fishing out a key and letting them in. They entered a small, cluttered office with a metal desk facing a ratty old leather couch. “This is perfect,” said Joe. “Here baby, let’s get that dress off you so we can get down to business.” He lead Chelsea into the center of the room before the desk and started tugging insistently at the hem of her dress while Ray-ray and Sam stood by the door,watching.
“Uh, can you close the door, please Ray-ray?” asked Chelsea, gently fending off Joe’s advances. “Oh sure, sorry ma’am,” said Ray-ray, closing the door behindhim and locking it.
“Wait, are you going to stay in here?” Sam asked Ray-ray insurprise.
“Hell yeah,” said Ray-ray, rubbing his huge mitts together inanticipation.
“You don’t mind if Ray-ray watches, do you honey?” asked Joeurgently.
“No, that might make it hotter actually,” said Chelsea looking at Ray-ray’s hulking form. “Besides, I can keep your hubby in line in case he tries to freak out over this,” said Ray-ray, looking down at Sam threateningly. “You. Sit.” he said to Sam, pointing to the couch commandingly. Sam gulped and dropped down into the couch obediently. He realized that he still had his drink and took a forlorn sip. “Now lift your arms up so I can get this dress off,” demanded Joe. “Ok, manly man,” giggled Chelsea, lifting her arms inacquiescence.
Joe gripped her dress by the hem and pulled it roughly up and off over Chelsea’s head, exposing her pale soft body as she stood there in her bra, panties, and stockings. “Hot body!” said Ray-ray, fingering his crotch unconsciously. “Why, thank you Ray-ray,” said Chelsea, feeling somewhatself-conscious.
“Here, hold this, Sam, will you?” said Joe, tossing Chelsea’sdress at him.
“Uh, yeah, this isn’t cool you guys,” croaked Sam as he caughtthe dress.
“I don’t wanna throw her nice dress on the floor to get trampled on,” said Joe reasonably as he stood looking Chelsea up and down. “Do you like what you see?” asked Chelsea, cocking her hip for Joesaucily.
“Come here and find out,” said Joe, taking her in his arms forcefully and kissing her on the lips. Sam’s stomach churned in jealousy as Chelsea moaned in pleasure while kissing Joe. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably and began idlyfolding her dress.
Joe pushed Chelsea back until she was sitting on the desk. She wrapped her stockinged legs around his back and reached down to unzip his fly while their tongues eagerly flicked back and forth. She felt a pang of guilt as she extracted Joe’s meaty phallus and started stroking it. “How are you doing over there, dear?” she asked, breaking her mouth from Joe’s breathlessly and peeking over Joe’s shoulder at her husband who sat primly on the couch. “I’m, this is, I mean, this is terrible,” said Sam miserably. “How could you do this?” “I’m sorry, dear,” apologized Chelsea as she tugged on Joe’s dong, unseen by her husband. “We just got carried away I guess. I’m not used to getting attention from other men and I let it go tomy head.”
“Get down and suck that thing,” urged Joe excitedly as Chelseagave him a handjob.
“I better not, what would my husband think?” said Chelsea gazing down at Joe’s penis as she fingering the swollen mushroom head of his cock. “You do have a lovely fat penis though.” “What are you doing, did you pull his penis out?” squeaked Sam inconsternation.
“Jesus, man, what did you think was going to happen?” laughed Ray-ray looking at Sam with contempt. “She was all over Joe’s dick. You must not fuck her enough.” “Oh shut up,” muttered Sam in displeasure. “What did you say to me?” asked Ray-ray, turned to face Sam andflexing.
“Ray-ray, please,” begged Chelsea. “This is hard enough on Sam as it is. Don’t threaten him.” “Ok, ma’am,” agreed Ray-ray, struggling to relax. “But hubby better keep a civil tongue in his head.” “Speaking of head,” said Joe, standing back with his stiff cock pointed at Chelsea. “Here get down on you knees there and I will keep my back turned to Sam to he doesn’t have to watch.” “You want me to kneel right on the hard floor?” asked Chelseaskeptically.
“Man, toss her a cushion off the couch, be a gentleman about it, will ya,” demanded Ray-ray of Sam. “Jesus,” complained Sam. “Will you toss me a cushion, dear?” asked Chelsea sweetly as she stroked Joe’s stiff penis with enthusiasm, eager to suck a strange dick for the first time in years. “Chelsea!” whined Sam pathetically. “I’m just going to suck it for a second, I promise,” saidChelsea reasonably.
“Oh my god,” groaned Sam as he grabbed a cushion from the couch beside him and threw it at his wife. “Thank you darling,” said Chelsea politely as she dropped the cushion before Joe and got down on her knees for him. “Oh, my gosh, you are stiff as a board,” giggled Chelsea as she fingered the shaft of Joe’s erection. “I like the head, it’s like a fat little mushroom,” she said as she took Joe’s glans intoher mouth.
“Oh, fuck, that’s what I’m talking about,” grunted Joe as Chelsea started sucking him in earnest, looking up at him meekly. “Look at her, she’s got love in her eyes, Joe,” laughed Ray-ray, as he looked on in interest, blatantly gripping his own erection as hedid so.
“She does love that cock,” sighed Joe with pleasure. Then he turned to look at Sam over his shoulder. “You wife gives great head,by the way.”
“Thanks a lot, asshole,” snapped Sam irritably. “I happened toknow that.”
“Jeez, don’t be so touchy about it, it’s just a blowjob,” chuckled Joe. “No big deal.” Sam looked on sadly from the couch. He couldn’t see clearly what was happening, but he could hear the slurping sounds and the little moans of pleasure that both Joe and Chelsea emitted as she sucked his penis. “Ok, that’s enough,” cried Sam jumping to his feet. “Sit down,” said Ray-ray. “Or you can leave if you want.” “No, I think you should stay, Sam,” said Chelsea as she unlocked her lips from Joe’s dick. “I would feel weird being here alone with these two strange men.” “What do you mean?” said Sam in exasperation. “You are sucking the strange man’s cock!” “I know, but, I feel more comfortable with you here,” pleaded Chelsea. She knew it sounded ridiculous, but she felt safer with Samthere watching.
“Well, it’s time for me to fuck you now,” said Joe, jerking his pud, slick with Sam’s wife’s saliva. “How do you want it?Doggystyle?”
“Oh, I never really, uh, I guess I haven’t tried that before,” said Chelsea bashfully. “There is a first time for everything. I will , here, stand up and let me help you get naked,” said Joe. “Oh, that’s so chivalrous of you,” said Chelsea with a grin. “Yeah, he’s such a gentleman the way he fucks another man’s wife,” spat Sam derisively. But there was a strange kernel of arousal in his gut as Joe helped Chelsea to her feet and tenderly pulled her panties down, revealing her neatly trimmed bush. Joe nibbled at her exposed cooch as he slipped her underwear past Chelsea’s ankles, making her giggle and push his head awayplayfully.
“Here, take these,” said Joe, tossing Chelsea’s panties to Sam who caught them and put them next to him on the couch along with hiswife’s dress.
“Sweet snatch,” commented Ray-ray with his hand on his protrudingbulge.
“Jeez, Ray-ray, look at you,” said Chelsea in surprise. “What have you got in your pants over there?” “A big ole hardon,” admitted Ray-ray with a smile. “Wow,” said Chelsea gazing at his huge package outlined in hispants.
“Nevermind him, let me get this bra off you,” said Joe, turned Chelsea around and unsnapping her bra. He pulled her bra off and tossed that to Sam as well, releasing her big white knockers. “Holy shit, look at those things,” said Ray-ray, staring at Chelsea’s round boobs and pink nipples in fascination. “I think, Ray-ray is into me, Joe,” said Chelsea, putting her finger in her mouth coyly. “Hold that thought,” replied Joe, gripping her tits in his hands and bending down to suck blissfully on one of her big hard nipples. “Ooh, you are like a big baby,” she cooed, cradling Joe’s head in her arms as he went to town on her tits. “That is so fucking hot. Do you mind if I yank my thing while I watch?” Ray-ray asked Chelsea. “Go ahead, let’s see what you are packing,” said Chelsea as Joe shifted position to suck on her other boob. “Jesus Chelsea, you are turning into a wanton whore,” said Sam, his own cock growing painfully stiff as he watched this strange man sucking his naked wife’s boobs. “I know, isn’t this scandalous?” giggled Chelsea. “What would the other couples in the bridge club think? Oh my GOD, Ray-ray. You are gifted!” Chelsea stared at Ray-ray’s huge veiny dong as he pulled it out and started stroking it. “Here, let me bend you over this desk and do you from behind and then you and Ray-ray can do whatever,” said Joe, grabbing Chelsea by the waist and lifting her bodily up to position her across the cornerof the desk.
“Whoa, you are strong,” gasped Chelsea, as Joe handled her naked body as easily as if she were a feather. She was bent over the corner of the desk with Joe behind her. Joe looked down with pleasure at Chelsea’s round white ass as he gripped her soft hips and nudged his stiff prick between her tender thighs. Her large breasts were dangling down over the edge of the desk as she looked up at Ray-ray fetchingly. Ray-ray and Sam watched her mouth made a cute “o” of surprise as Joe entered her and Ray-ray approached with his massive dong swinging before him. “Give me that thing,” panted Chelsea reaching out for Ray-ray’s swollen member and he slapped her across the face with his dong playfully before she could wrestle it into her mouth. He sighed with satisfaction as she started sucking it fitfully and reached down to cup her generous bare bosoms in his hands. Joe was slapping his hips against Chelsea’s ass as he banged her from behind and all three were grunting and moaning in pleasure as Sam sat watching helplessly. “Oh man, her pussy is tight as fuck,” panted Joe as he nailed Sam’s wife with abandon. “I’m gonna cum any second.” “Are you wearing a hat?” asked Ray-ray, resting a huge hand on Chelsea’s head as she consumed his cock hungrily. “Of course not,” laughed Joe. Sam watched with sick fascination as Chelsea reached down between her legs to work her clit as she got banged from behind noisily. Her moans of desire sent sharp pangs of jealousy through him. “She is one cock hungry slut,” said Ray-ray, looking down at Chelsea with affection as she serviced him orally. “Oh, this is just too much,” complained Sam, nursing his own erection with embarrassment. “Shut the fuck up before I come over there and slap you like the little bitch you are,” snapped Ray-ray in irritation. Chelsea gasped at that moment and shuddered as an orgasm overtook. “Jesus, Chelsea, did that guy threatening me make you cum?” shrieked Sam in despair. “Sorry, I know it’s wrong, but it’s pretty hot what a prick he is,” said Chelsea, looking up at Ray-ray in admiration as she tugged on his prodigious meat. “Ahh, yeah, there it goes,” moaned Joe at that moment as he gripped Chelsea’s hips fiercely and fired his cum inside her. “I am unloading about a gallon of semen into your wife right now, buddy. I hope you don’t mind.” Ray-ray just laughed at that and jerked his dick frantically as Chelsea licked his balls. “I’m a do you one better and show the man how much I like his wife,” grunted Ray-ray as hot streams of jism erupted from the tip of his penis and splashed onto Chelsea’s lips and cheeks. He stood there spurting his nut all over her face for several moments and Sam was shocked by how much sperm this guy produced. When he was finished, Chelsea zealously sucked his softening dick back into her mouth until he had to pull away. “Easy woman, it’s sensitive after I cum,” he laughed. “Sorry, I got carried away,” she said, looking up at him with a love-struck gaze as she licked his spooge from her lips. The look of adoration in her eyes burned Sam up with resentment. “She’s a good old fuck,” said Joe patting Chelsea’s bare asstenderly.
“Yeah, too bad she’s married to this jerk,” said Ray-ray looking over at Sam with disdain. “Why don’t you like Sam?” asked Chelsea, rolling over on her back and stretching, looking up at Ray-ray with her head upside down. “Yeah, Sam’s a good sport,” said Joe, gazing down at Chelsea’s naked torso. “Fuck, get a load of those titties,” he said with admiration. “She’s hot enough to make me want to take anotherturn.”
“I’m ready,” she said, spreading her legs for him playfully as she lay on her back on the desk, and casually pushed a stack of papersonto the floor.
“Oh shit, we came all over the fucking staff schedule,” said Ray-ray with concern as he looked at the cum-stained papers on the floor. “How am I gonna explain this?” “Yeah, that’s a problem,” said Joe, looking down at the mess with disgust. “I’m gonna go now. Chelsea, here’s my card, call me any time you want some loving. I would kiss you, but you got Ray-ray’s man butter all over your face.” He dropped his card on Chelsea’s belly and looked longingly down at her proffered snatch before turning away reluctantly. “Hey, no hard feelings, huh, Sammy?” said Joe bending over and putting his hands on his knees as he addressed Sam who was still sitting on the couch. “Look at you, you are pitching a tent over here, you little pervert,” laughed Joe noticing Sam’s erection. “He is?” asked Chelsea, propping herself up on her elbows and contemplating her husband with interest. “Yeah, he was getting off on watching,” chuckled Joe. “Hey, can I have these as a keepsake?” he asked grabbing Chelsea’s neatly folded panties from the pile of clothing that Sam had assembled. “Uh, sure, I guess,” said Chelsea skeptically. “Let me have her bra then,” chimed in Ray-ray, reaching outeagerly.
“Come on you guys,” laughed Chelsea nervously. “Do I really have to go back out to the bar without any underwear?” “Aren’t we leaving now?!” croaked Sam indignantly. “I’m thirsty, I want another drink,” replied Chelsea with apout.
“Shit, if you are hanging out, then I am too,” said Joe. “Here, go clean yourself up,” he said, tossing her a bar towel. “Yeah, you guys clear out of here and let me try to clean this mess up,” said Ray-ray, shaking his head. “I’ll be out in a minute and join you for a drink.” “Sounds like a plan,” chirped Chelsea, happily. Sam noticed that she had a glow of happiness about her that he hadn’t seen in a long time and it made him reconsider his feelings of frustration and jealousy. Chelsea wiped the cum from her face with the bar towel and hopped agilely off the desk. She gave Sam a quick peck on the cheek as she grabbed her dress. The three men watched in fascination as she wriggled back into her dress, causing her boobs to do marvelous things. “Oh my god, my boobs are going to bounce all over the place without my bra,” she said, shimmying her shoulders and making hit tits jiggle amazingly. “Anyway, I will meet you boys back at the bar, I am running off to ladies room to freshen up.” She gave Joe and Ray-ray each a peck on the cheek on her way out and tugged at the hem of her dress before unlocking the door and slipping out. “Come on Sam, let’s leave Ray-ray to sort out his sticky papers and let me buy you a drink,” said Joe, clapping Sam on the shoulder as he stood up shakily. “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” said Joe as they made their way back out to the bar. “How about I give Chelsea another pool lesson. But this time she won’t have any panties on and I can pop my cock right into her in the middle of the bar without anyone being the wiser.” “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” stammered Sam awkwardly, but his own penis rebelled and grew stiff at the idea. It was going to be a long strange evening Sam thought to himself as Joe chortledcrassly behind him.
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PLUMBER SHOWS HUBBY WHO’S BOSSSeptember 19, 2019
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By Gustav Jorgenson
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My wife Nina came out of the bathroom dripping in a towel as I was getting dressed for work. “I think we should get a water filter for the house. I don’t like what the chlorine does to my hair.” I looked at her shapely legs and growled, then I tugged the towel off of her and pulled her close. I liked the feeling of her wet naked boobs pressing against my chest. Nina giggled and pushed me away, covering her nipples with her arm modestly. We had only been married for two years though we were both in our forties. It was a second marriage for each of us, and Nina was still shy around me sometimes which I found adorable. “Stop it, you, we don’t have time for that now. We have to get ready for work. Let’s talk about this water filter. I have a guy Tim who has been my plumber for years. He always does a great job. We should get him to install a system for us.” I sighed and brushed at the twin damp patches my wife’s wet boobs had left on my shirt. “I wonder how much that will cost.” I watched Nina bend over to pull on her black nylons and my erection got stiffer. I pushed it down ruefully. “Oh, Tim always gives me a great deal,” she said looking back at me. “Ha, what do you do for him in return?” I laughed. I was only teasing but Nina bolted upright and gave me a look of shock. Her face colored cutely. “Simon, that’s not funny,” she said. Her eyebrows furrowed with intensity and I could tell she was really upset, but I couldn’t help but admire the way her round boobs lolled out of herhalf-fastened bra.
“Geez, Nina, I was only joking,” I said. “And stop staring at my boobs,” she pouted, turning her back to me and tucking them away. I snorted with annoyance. “Aren’t I allowed to admire my ownwife’s body?”
“I’m trying to have a serious conversation about the house and you keep deflecting it with sexual stuff. But we can’t do sexy time now, we have to get ready for work. And I want a new water filter for the house.” She pulled on her dress and strode back to the bathroom. I was about to reply but she switched on the hair dryer and it was too loud. “I’m going to call Tim and have him come over and give us an estimate,” she shouted over the noise. I straightened my tie and went out to the kitchen to make the coffee. Only two years in and already I could feel tension with mynew bride.
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The following evening, I was clearing the dishes from dinner when thedoorbell rang.
Nina jumped from her chair with excitement. “Oh, that’ll be Tim!” she cried as she ran to the door. She certainly seemed eager for a visit from the plumber. I wondered about my joke from theprevious morning.
I turned to greet Tim as he entered and I immediately felt intimidated. He was a big, blonde haired man, maybe 6’2” and all muscle. He towered over my little wife. Nina is petite, 5’2” with a nice hourglass figure, short brown hair, blue eyes, cute pug nose and well defined jaw. Tim was broad shouldered, with big arms, a narrow waist and slim muscular legs. He seemed to dominate her the moment he entered the room. She bowed her head meekly and had a shy smile on her face. The sexual energy between them was palpable. I gulped and cautiously offered Tim my hand. He crushed it in an iron grip as I feared and I winced with pain. He big mitt was dry and raspy as sandpaper from all the callouses, whereas my hands were moist with anxiety and soft from working on a computer all day. “Well, I finally get to meet Nina’s new hubby,” he said lookingme over critically.
“Yes, well, um, hello,” I said uncertainly. “Come in, come in, Tim, you want some coffee?” asked my wife. Tim went and leaned against the island. “It’s too late for coffee. How about a beer?” I laughed at his indolence. What sort of plumber asks for a beer when meeting with a client. Nina thought nothing of it, apparently, and rushed to refrigerator to get him one. “Of course, of course,” she said. Almost as an afterthought, she turned to me. “Oh, do you want one dear?” “Uh, no, I have work in the morning,” I said. “Work? It’s only 7pm,” said Tim. He accepted the beer from my wife very casually as though he was used to her serving him. Itmade me nervous.
“Simon has a very demanding job,” said my wife. “Oh, what does he do?” I didn’t like how there were talking about me while I was standing right there. “I’m in Finance,” I blurted. He looked at me in surprise as though I was rudely interrupting his private conversation with my wife. “Finance,huh? Spend all day pushing numbers around on spreadsheets.” “It pays well,” I said smugly. I could tell that this guy and I weren’t going to get along. “Yeah, I can tell, this new house of Nina’s is quite an upgrade over the old place Kevin had bought her,” he said. “Bigger than my own place too.” He gave me a dirty look. Nina rushed to his side and put her hand on his shoulder and rubbed it in a familiar way. “Oh, but working with your hands is good honest work. It’s noble,” she told him. She gave me a look of warning, but I didn’t know what I had done wrong. This guy seemed like an asshole, end of story. No way was I going to do business with a prick like this. I guess he was used to dealing with my wife one on one and wasn’t used to having another man around to challenge his fragile ego. But it’s not my fault I make more money than him. “Yeah, honest.” He took a swig of beer and looked around at the fine wood cabinets. This kitchen remodel had cost me an arm and aleg.
“Are we going to talk about water filters?” I asked impatiently. “I’m getting around to that,” he snapped. “You know for someone with a lot of money, you don’t have much class. You don’t just jump right in and start talking business you know.” I was taken aback by his rudeness and considered asking him to leave. But Nina rubbed his chest to soothe him. “Oh Timmy, don’t be like that. Simon didn’t mean anything by it. Can I get you a snack? Want me to heat you up something?” I hated how obsequious my wife was around this guy. The way she touched him so much. No wonder he gave her such a good deal. She bent over backwards to make him feelwelcome.
“No, no, Nina. Let’s just get down to business shall we?” He pulled a folded up piece of paper from his pocket and Nina pouted and looked on sadly. He turned and spread it out on the island countertop. She pressed her hip against his as she leaned forward to examine it with him. I reluctantly came over to the other side tolook on.
“Ok, for whole house filtering, you need a big unit. So I have a big unit for you,” he gave my wife a significant look and wagged hiseyebrows at her.
She blushed and slapped his chest. “Stop it, you.” He looked over at me. “You wife needs a big unit, Simon.” “Yeah, I get it,” I said, avoiding his aggressive stare. “I’m glad you do,” he said. “So anyway, I have to put in some pipe here,” he rubbed his finger on the paper in a sensual way and my wife bumped her hip against his. “Between the water main and the water heater. We should include a water softener too.” “How much will all this cost?” I asked. He gave me a stare. “Wow, cut to the chase, huh? Ok, we can do that. It will cost $6,500 for parts and labor.” “Whoa,” I said, taken aback. “That’s a lot.” He gestured around the house. “You’re doing well for yourself. You can afford it.” I shook my head angrily. “That’s not the point. One reason I can buy nice houses like this is that I don’t waste my money. We had a filter and softener and reverse osmosis system put into my last homefor $2,000.”
Tim waved his hand. “Probably some piece of junk you bought off of Amazon and then had a Mexican install it.” I felt my face flush with anger. How did he know? “Well, that may be, but it was a good system and lasted a long time.” Tim folded up his paper deliberately. “Look buddy, Are you trying to take food out of my family’s mouth? I have to make a living youknow.”
“I’m sorry, but that’s not my problem,” I said. “Honey, don’t be like that,” said Nina. She was clinging to Tim’s arm for some reason as she admonished me. “Not your problem, huh? You think you are so much better than me, don’t you?” Tim was puffing up his chest now. “Timmy, please, don’t,” begged my wife. She wrapped her arm around his waist which made me queasy. Tim just carried on. “With you big fi-nance job and your big house and your fancy car. Well I’ll tell you something, pal, I’m twicethe man you are.”
I crossed my arms and smiled at Tim with condescension. “I’m sure you are Tim. Have a nice night.” I gestured to the door. “Oh, no, I’m not leaving yet. I’ve got something more to showyou,” said Tim.
“Tim, no,” said Nina. She had her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry, Nina, but it’s got to be done. I need to put this little limp dick in his place.” “What are you two talking about?” I demanded. My stomach was dropping already in fear. “Nina, take your dress off will you honey?” he asked sweetly. He glared over at me. “Show your stuck up husband whose orders youfollow.”
I tried to force a laugh but it came out with a choking sound. The way Nina was acting around this guy, I half expected her to do it. She looked up at him pleadingly. “Tim, no, don’t make me dothis.”
“He’s trying to take food from my family, I need to put him in his place. Now take it off.” He pointed a finger at my little wife and she glanced over at me sheepishly. “He can be difficult sometimes dear, it’s best just to humor him,” she explained. “Humor him?” I gagged. Nina unzipped the back of her little blue dress. “Yes. You bruised his ego you know, so now he has to get you back.” She slipped out of her dress and she stood before us in her bra, panties and stockings. I felt my chest constrict and I could barely breathe as she bent over to pick up her dress, her cleavage practically spilling out of her bra. Then she folded her dress neatly and put it on thecounter.
She held her arms out and faced Tim. “Happy now? You’ve madeyour point.”
“Nina! How could you?” I gasped. She looked at me with impatience. “I’m sorry honey, but you just pushed him a little too far.” Tim licked his lips as he took in all the bare skin my wife was showing him. “Take off your bra now, show your husband how you let me play with those titties.” Nina stamped her foot. “Tim, no. Don’t do this. That’s goingtoo far.”
“Oh, I’m just getting warmed up.” The big goon rubbed his hands together in anticipation. “Do it, take it off.” Nina sighed and unsnapped her bra and was about to pull it off when I shouted out. “Nina, you wouldn’t! You are my wife.” She looked at me sadly. “I know dear, but I wasn’t always your wife. Before I was Kevin’s wife and then he ran off and left me with no settlement, no alimony. It was hard for a single woman to get along. People like Timmy really helped me out when the times weretough.”
I pointed a finger at my wife. “And you help him out by letting him have he way with you.” “He’s actually a really sweet guy. I wish you two handed gotten off on the wrong foot.” She was holding her bra over her boobs, ready to drop it at any minute. “Maybe you should go into the living room while Tim and I sort this out.” “No! He has to watch while we do this!” demanded Tim. “But why?” whined my wife. “So I can humiliate him the way he’s humiliated me,” said Tim. He was really impassioned. God knows how I humiliated HIM. “Oh you men and your power struggles,” sighed my wife as she dropped her bra and let her bare boobs hang out. “Yeah baby,” he reached and grabbed her pale orbs in his rough dark hands, tweaking her tender pale nipples and making my meek little wife gasp. He turned to me with a vicious grin. “You like that rich boy? You like how I feel up your wife. She does what I tell her to do. I’m the boss around here, not you.” “Oh, Timmy, do you have to be so nasty about it?” said my wife. “You like it when I’m nasty,” he growled as he juggled her breasts in front of me. Her cheeks reddened. “Sometimes I do,” she admitted under herbreath.
“Get down there and suck it,” he told. Nina hesitated, gave me an apologetic look. “Look, I will explain all this in the morning dear,” she told me as she unzipped Tim’s jeans. I was shocked at the size of the straining member that emerged. His erect cock was at least eight inches long. And he was uncut which made it look like an animal penis, with the red slimey glans just peeking out of the foreskin. She got on her knees before him and yanked his jeans down hard until his whole package emerged. Nina cradled Tim’s huge nuts in her hands and grinned at me innocently. “Can you believe how big they are?” she asked in amazement. “I always forget.” “Jesus Nina, how many times have you seen them?” I demanded. “Oh a few times,” she said distractedly before dipping her head down and sucking one of the giant brown hairy testicles into her sweet little red mouth. I felt like I was getting punched in the gut each time my tiny wife lapped at his scrotum. The plumber leered at me triumphantly. “Yeah, rich boy, your wife loves sucking my balls, I don’t even need to ask her.” Nina ran her tongue up his shaft. “And his penis is so big and hard and strong,” she cooed. She looked me in the eye and pulled back the foreskin so she could lap gently on the slick crimson head of his dong. I felt like I was suffocating as I watched her suck that dick. She was so tender and loving with it. She cherished that cock, cradled it against her soft cheek. Kissed it chastely. Slurped it into her mouth and tried to swallow it, but it was too big for her andshe nearly choked.
Tim was groaning with pleasure and I was relieved that he was too distracted to rub my nose in the fact that my wife was clearly in love with his penis. “Pull those panties down,” he commanded. He helped her to her feet and my pretty little wife obediently removed her panties for him. She stood there in nothing but her stockings. Trimmed bush, broad pelvis, flat tummy and big white boobs all fully exposed. “Yeah, bend over,” he urged. My wife put her elbows on the kitchen island top and presented her round white ass to the big horny plumber. “You really shouldn’t watch this part dear,” she told me with a pout. ‘“It might bruise your ego a little.” “You’ve already crushed me,” I whispered. But I couldn’t look away. I watched Tim crouch down behind my wife and then her mouth made a cute O as he pushed that big straining meat into her pussy. “Oh yeah, she’s wet as fuck,” he growled. “Tell him,Nina.”
Nina was smiling at me like a kid on Christmas morning. “I like it when he beats up my pussy, Simon. I’m sorry, but it’s just so, OH. MY. GOD!” My wife bowed her head and the brute pounded her from behind while I stood by watching helplessly. He grabbed her up in his massive arms, keeping her skewered on that massive cock of his and then spun her around making her giggle and pant. He bent her over the sink so I could see him banging her from behind. I heard his hips slapping against my wife’s plump ass and watched his huge nutsack swinging back and forth like a pendulum as he violated my wife in my own kitchen. She reached back to cup his sack in her hand and he grunted. I could see his balls pulsing, contracting as he emptied a load of semen inside my wife’s fertile womb. When he pulled out a huge glob of cum plopped out from between her red inflamed pussy lips and landed on the floor with a SPLAT. “Ok, and we will definitely be buying the water filter too, right honey,” said my wife. Her complexion was glowing from the rough fuck he had given her. I couldn’t answer, I just stood there stunned as the plumber wiped the fluids off of his long deflating rod with one of our hand towels. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he told me with a laugh. “Now that you know who is in control around here.” “Thank you so much, Timmy, it was great to have you,” my wife gushed, giving him a kiss on the cheek and hugging him wearing nothingbut her stockings.
“I’ll see myself out,” he told me with a grin. Nina came over and took my hand. “Are you OK, dear? I’m really sorry that you had to see that. It must be very difficult on yoursense of pride.”
“He just used you like a dirty whore,” I said. I was still in adaze.
“Yeah, but just you wait and see how much he takes off the bill,” she giggled over her shoulder as she headed off to the shower. And she was right. He only charged us $1500 for the installation. And I was at work when he put it in, so I didn’t need to watch him fuck my wife again, but there was still a wet spot on the bed spread when I came home that night. But considering the money we saved, I guess wegot a good deal.
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STRANGER PUTS LOTION ON WIFEAugust 30, 2019
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Bob and Sara were on vacation in Florida with their friends Rich and Diane. The two married couples were staying at a nice resort and spent a lot of time down by the pool. One day Sara tore her modest one-piece bathing suit and had to go purchase a new one at the hotel store. Diane accompanied her and tried to talk her into getting a bikini instead of another one-piece. “Oh, Diane, I couldn’t wear that bikini,” laughed Sara, blushing deeply. “I would be embarrassed.” “What have you got to be embarrassed about?” replied Diane frankly. “You have a terrific body.” “Why thank you, dear,” said Sara modestly. “But what would Bobsay?”
“He’ll probably say ‘Hubba, hubba,’ or something like that,” exclaimed Diane with a grin. “Ok, I will be daring and get the bikini,” consented Sara. When Sara came out to the pool wearing her new bikini, she noticed a lot of the men turning to look at her. She fought the urge to cover her large jiggling breasts with her hands and she summoned the nerve to straighten her shoulders as she strode over to where the gang waswaiting for her.
“Sweet Jesus,” exclaimed Bob in shock when he saw how much skin his wife was showing. “What made you get that bathing suit?” “Don’t you like it?” asked Sara coyly. “I sure do,” chimed in Rich, running his eyes up and down Sara’s shapely figure. Then he yelped as his wife Diane punched himplayfully.
“Yeah, all the guys at the pool are going to enjoy getting an eyeful of you in that bikini,” agreed Bob, looking his wife’s gorgeous figure over judiciously. He had to admit that he had come to take his wife for granted and sometimes forgot what an amazing body she still had after all these years. A cocktail waitress came along and took their orders and conversation moved on, but Bob noticed men gawking at his wife as they went by. It made him slightly jealous, but a little proud as well that his wife was garnering so much attention. At one point a young black guy came over and sat next to Sara as she was sunning herself. “You are very pale,” said the young man boldly. “You should put on some sun block.” Sara looked over at her husband with a laugh. “Thank you for your concern, but I put some sun block on already,” she said primly. “Yes, but what about your back?” asked the dark young man with an arched brow. “Here, let me put some on for you.” “How old are you?” asked Sara with a smile, taken aback by this flirtatious young fellow. “I’m 23, why?” he asked defensively, straightening up. “I’m old enough to be your mother and my husband is sitting right here,” said Sara condescendingly. Bob smiled on queue and waved at the young man while Rich and Diane looked on and giggled. The young man looked at Bob with trepidation and then gulped and got his nerve up. “You are too pale to be MY mother,” he said gruffly. “Besides, you still need sunblock on your back, and I think you should let me help you.” He opened a bottle of lotion and squirted some into his palm, avoiding Bob’s gaze of frank surprise. “You’re very helpful aren’t you?” purred Diane, admiring the young fellow’s chutzpah. “I like to think so, miss,” said the interloper pushing his tongue into his cheek and carefully avoiding Bob and Rich’s looks ofamazement.
“Alright, young man,” agreed Sara with a chuckle. “Since you seem so concerned about the health of my skin…” She flipped over on her stomach and turned to face her husband, giving him amischievous smile.
“Here, let me untie this,” said the young fellow shakily as he unfastened Sara’s bikini top and laid the ties aside. Sara gasped in surprise and Diane and Rich broke out laughing. “You’ve got some big balls, don’t you?” demanded Bob angrily. “I couldn’t say, sir,” said the young stranger, keeping his head down as he applied lotion to Sara’s back. “I haven’t done a survey.” Rich and Diane laughed at the sassy comeback and Bob just watched in amazement as the bold ruffian squirted more lotion onto the back of his wife’s thighs. She cooed in surprise as he slipped his hand between her thighs working the lotion in. “Oh my,” breathed Sara, trying to control her arousal. “You are quite thorough, aren’t you?” “Am I?” he asked her innocently as he wedged his hand up against her crotch. Sara nearly jumped in surprise and hoped he couldn’t feel how wet she was getting. “Watch yourself, that’s my wife,” croaked Bob indignantly. “What’s the problem?” asked the bold interloper as he ground his fingers against Sara’s crotch. He had found the small bump of her clitoris and she gasped with pleasure in spite of herself. “Take your hands off my wife, please,” said Bob tightly, annoyed to find that his penis was stiffening at the sight of this stranger feeling up his wife. “I’m just putting lotion on her,” yelped the dusky fellow pulling his hands away hastily. “Look at her cheeks, she’s as flushed a teenager on her first date!” exclaimed Diane. She and Rich broke out laughing. “Oh my gosh, am I turning red?” asked Sara. “My face does feel warm. “ She leaned up onto her elbows to put her hands to her cheeks, forgetting that her top was undone and her generous bosom hungdown invitingly.
“Honey, your boobs are showing,” admonished Bob. He glanced over and noticed that Rich was checking out his wife’s breasts. “Geez Rich, can’t you look the other way?” he demanded in exasperation. “Oh don’t be a spoil sport, I’m just looking,” said Rich witha laugh of chagrin.
“You don’t want those getting sunburned,” said the feisty black youth as he deftly slipped both hands beneath Sara and cupped a breast in each hand, kneading lotion onto them. Sara was too taken aback to react and just laughed hysterically as the aggressive guy felt her up. Bob jumped from his pool chair in outrage, “Cut the shit!” he shouted. His outburst silenced everyone at the pool. Bob looked around with mortification as people all around ceased their conversations and stared at the black youth juggling Sara’s knockers while Bob stoodby impotently.
“Uh, sorry,” said the aspiring romeo, pulling his hands away. Suddenly becoming the center of attention drained his confidence away. Sara clasped her top to herself and frantically tried to tie it up. The previously bold young man stood up quickly and backed away from Bob holding his hands out. “Hey man, take it easy,” he said as Bob shot daggers at him with his eyes. “I was just fooling around.” Then he turned and walked rapidly back into the hotel. All eyes turned back to Sara as she fumbled to cover herself and Diane rushed to her rescue, helping her friend get her breasts back inside her top and then tying it up properly. “Let’s go for a walk, dear,” encouraged Diane and she ushered Sara back into the hotel as well. Sara’s face burned with shame as folks around the pool tittered and exchanged scandalized whispers. Bob looked around helplessly and then meekly returned to his seat as Rich chuckled humorlessly. “Well, that happened,” said Rich awkwardly. “Maybe we should head in to the bar and get another drink inside. It’s a bit warm outhere.”
“Yeah, OK,” said Bob. He couldn’t get the image of this young stranger feeling up his wife in public like that and it disturbed him how arousing the idea was in hindsight. He and Rich climbed stiffly to their feet and shuffled inside as everyone stared at them and murmured amongst themselves. “That’s the husband on the left,” said one woman to her friend, pointing rudely at Bob. The two friends were relieved to get inside the air conditioned lobby of the resort. They looked around but didn’t see their wives anywhere. They didn’t see the black Casanova around either. “They probably went back to the room to recover,” said Rich. “Let’s get a drink.” He led his pal into a nearby lounge and ordered them more drinks. “I should have punched that damn guy right in the mouth,” muttered Bob as they sat at the bar. “Now, now, Bob, take it easy,” said Rich soothingly. “He was a brash fellow for sure, but you should be flattered that young guys like that are still trying to climb onto your wife. It shows that Sara still has what it takes.” “Yeah, she’s a real MILF,” said Bob bitterly, taking a drink ofgin.
“Well, she is,” laughed Rich. “Just don’t let her wear that bikini to the pool anymore. Get her a proper one piece bathingsuit.”
“Yeah, sure,” said Bob staring dejectedly at the bar. Just then an overweight guy about their age approached Rich and Bob. “That was your wife getting felt up out there, huh?” said the mansoberly.
“I’d rather not talk about it,” said Bob looking up and glaringat the newcomer.
“Hey, I don’t blame you,” said the chubby man, holding up his hands defensively. “That young buck was really going to town on herta-ta’s.”
“Why are you talking to us?” asked Rich coldly. “Because he did the same thing to my wife last week,” answered the stranger matter-of-factly. “Well my wife denies that he groped her boobs like that. I wasn’t around at the time. But she told me that this guy came up to her and put lotion on her. She admitted that he got her hot and bothered and so she told him to lay off. He did, but then he gave her an extra key to his room and told her to come up and hang out with him.” The portly fellow held up a hotel card key. “How did you get that?” asked Rich with interest. “She chickened out and came clean to me,” admitted the fat man. “I don’t really blame the young guy, you know these black men have poor impulse control… especially when it comes to sex.” “Keep your racist theories to yourself,” snapped Bob with annoyance and the stranger just shrugged in response. “Well thanks for telling us all this, it was very informative,” said Rich, gesturing politely for the man to leave. “Don’t you want the key?” asked the man with a hurt expression. “I’m trying to do you a favor.” “Why would I want the key?” asked Bob with trepidation, his blood starting to run cold at the idea. “Well, fellas, I happened to have seen both your wives meet up with that young stud in the lobby and head off to the elevators with him,” said the plump vacationer sadly. Then he simply placed the card key on the bar, turned, and walked away, shaking his head and muttering to himself as he went. Bob and Rich stared at each other in disbelief for a moment. “I will just call up to our suite and check on the girls,” said Rich hastily, pulling out his phone. Bob watching with a sinking stomach as Rich listened to his phone for ring after ring. After a few minutes, he shook his head. “Let me try our room,” stammered Bob nervously, fishing out his own phone, but there was no answer at his room either. “Well maybe they went out to one of the other patios,” suggestedRich lamely.
“I think we have to go up to this young prick’s room and see what’s what,” said Bob, gripping the key in his hands and looking at the number printed on the envelope. “But, what if the women aren’t there?” asks Rich, his voice cracking with anxiety. “Then I will just warn that punk to stay away from my woman,” said Bob through gritted teeth. The two head headed off resolutely and said nothing during the elevator ride, each struggling with their own private fears. When they found the room, there was a distinct smell of marijuana emanating from it and they could hear muffled laughter and the sound of Bob Marley blaring loudly. “Shouldn’t we knock?” asked Rich shakily. Bob just pressed his lips firmly together and opened the door with the key. It was a normal room, not a suite, and the smell of pot smoke was overpowering as they stood in the short hallway by the bathroom. The two men heard giggling from the bedroom, but the loud reggae masked their entrance. They strode forward and their worst fears were immediately realized. Sara, Diane, and the young black man were all stark naked in the middle of the bed. Sara was sucking his penis lustily while Diane tried to lick his balls from below and they were all laughing at how difficult it was for her to get at them. In spite of his deep shock at seeing his wife cheating on him with another man, Bob couldn’t help but notice how sexy Diane looked spread naked on the bed with her bare round ass pointed at him. “Holy shit,” gasped Rich as he watched his wife finally manage to slurp one black testicle into her mouth. Diane looked over in shock and nearly choked. Then Sara and the black guy saw the two husbands and Sara coughed up the big black cock shewas sucking.
“It’s not what it seems, Bob,” shrieked Sara frantically as she held the dark glistening phallus in her hand. “Not what it seems?! What, are you giving him CPR or something?” scoffed Bob indignantly. “Oh man, thanks for barging into my room uninvited,” complained the young man. “How did you get that key?” “None of your business,” snapped Bob angrily. “Ok, well, you might as well let us finish at this point,” replied the naked fellow. He looked down at the two middle-aged, suburban wives spread lusciously nude before him and thrust his cock back into Sara’s open mouth. “Here, keep sucking, Sara, You don’t want me to end up with blue balls, do you?” Sara obediently took the penis into her mouth and resumed sucking it. She was torn emotionally, glancing submissively up at her new lover one moment and then shooting her husband a guilty look with another man’s dick seated firmly between her lips. “What do you say, Rich?” asked Diane sheepishly, idly rubbing the dark nuts in her hand. “What are you asking, you want me to stand here and watch you fuck this guy?” asked Rich in surprise. “That’s pretty kinky, isn’tit?”
“Maybe you could jerk off or something,” suggested Diane hesitantly as she gently tugged on her young Lothario’s nutsack. “Wow,” said Rich thinking it over. “You can’t seriously be consider that, Rich?” demanded Bob infrustration.
“Whip your junk out Rich,” encouraged the cheeky interloper. “The more the merrier. Diane, can you get back to sucking my ballsnow please?”
“Oh yes, sir!” said Diane with a surprised laugh. Then she wedged herself under Sara and dutifully licked his scrotum. “Oh shit,” said Rich, sweat breaking out on his forehead. “This is just wrong.” But he unzipped his fly nonetheless and started jerking off as he watched the two wives lick and suck this stranger’s gonads. “Rich, what the hell?” cried Bob helplessly. “I don’t know, Bob,” mumbled Rich, never taking his eyes off of the two wives as they services their young lover. “I guess our love life has dwindled down over the years. Seeing Diane go at this kid’s balls is really turning me on. I must have started thinking of her as more of a mom than a lover at some point, and this reminds me thatshe’s…”
“She’s what? A cheating slut?” commented Bob sarcastically. “Don’t be like that Bob,” purred Diane in response. She shifted position on the bed and ended up with her ass in the air pointeddirectly at Bob.
He gazed down at her round white ass with her swollen labia poking between her milky thighs and his cock jumped to attention. He gripped himself unconsciously at the sight. “Honey, are you checking out Diane’s ass?” giggled Sara, removing the young man’s penis from her mouth, but continuing to stroke it while she turned to face her husband with a wicked grin. “No, I mean, well, yes, but you are in no position to criticize,” stammered Bob, his face burning hotly with shame and arousal. “Oh, I know. You caught me naked as a jaybird and sucking a stiff cock,” she laughs, giving the cock in her hand an extra tug for emphasis. “But I didn’t think it would play out like this.” “Here, look out Diane,” demanded the young man suddenly. “I am going to fuck Sara from behind now.” He pushed Diane away gently and forcibly spun Bob’s wife around so that she was facing her husband on her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder at the horny fellow as he positioned himself behind her. “Aren’t you going to ask first?” she asked him coyly, but then she gasped dramatically as he thrust his large member into her. “I don’t got to ask, I can feel how wet you are. You ready,” said the dark intruder. Bob noticed that the young guy’s grammar was decaying as he grew more lustful. “What am I supposed to do?” pouted Diane. “I’m wet now too.” “I only got one dick,” laughed the dark fellow as he pumped his cock into Bob’s wife, making her boobs sway back and forth. “One of you two fuck her,” he said, motioning to the two husbands. “Bob, you do it, I saw you looking at Diane’s twat,” said Rich, stroking himself and sweating profusely. “Put your dick in her.” “Rich, we’ve known each other for years,” said Bob weakly, his dick straining stiffly at the thought of fucking his old friend’s horny wife. He looked at his own wife, she was biting her lip and panting as she got banged from behind and wasn’t paying attention. “If you’ve got a hardon for me, I’ll take it,” said Diane, looking back at Bob lustily. She reached between her legs and spread her pussy lips for him suggestively. “Oh jesus,” gasped Bob uncertainly, his erection pitching a tentin his pants.
“Just fuck her for Christ’s sake,” injected Sara, her cheeks bright red. “How can you be a prude about it at this point?” The black man laughed and gripped her hips more firmly so that he could pound her harder and she cried out slightly in passion. “Ok, ok,” agreed Bob. He hastily unzipped his fly and pulled outhis penis.
“Looks good,” said Diane with a smile. “Let’s have it.” She wiggled her ass at him invitingly and that was all the encouragementthat Bob needed.
Bob strode forward and sank his member into his wife’s good friend Diane while her husband jerked off madly. She gasped with pleasure as the swollen head of his cock parted the slippery folds of her vagina. Bob groaned with ecstasy at how hot and wet she was. He looked down with admiration as Rich’s wife’s big round ass and ran his hands over her rump as he pumped her from behind. “Your wife has a great ass,” said Bob to Rich absently. “It’s good to see you enjoying it,” gasped Rich. “Hold on,” then he rushed over to the bed and thrust his cock into Sara’s face. “Sara, can you suck this for a second, I’m about to cum,” he asked her desperately. “Certainly, Richard, I don’t mind helping you out,” said Sara, arching her brow at her husband as she took Rich’s dong into hermouth.
Diane laughed at the sight and Bob just increased his efforts fuckingher from behind.
“This is so fucked up,” chuckled the young guy. “I never got down with swingers before.” “We aren’t normally swingers,” explained Rich distractedly with his cock in Sara’s mouth. “Oh shit,” he exclaimed. Sara choked slightly and Rich pulled his meat out and started shooting hot cum allover her face.
“My goodness, Rich. I haven’t seen you cum that much in years,” panted Diane excitedly, fingering her own clitoris as Bob porked her from behind. “That’s hot,” then she put her head down and shuddered. Bob could feel her cumming, her cunt tightening around his shaft and it triggered his own orgasm. He just let loose and spurted load after load deep into Rich’s woman, looking at his own wife’s face, glistening with Rich’s seed. “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” shouted the interloper as he playfully slapped Sara’s rear and humped her forcefully. Bob knew that his wife had a thing for spanking and he watched her face as she was overtaken by her climax. It was fascinating to him because he had never seen his own wife cum from a distance like this. She was very beautiful in the throes of passion. And it was wickedly wrong to see her getting fucked by a young stranger with his good friend’s jizz on her face. Bob had to admit it was a massive turnon.
“Sorry, Bob,” said the black man contritely. “I just blew my load inside your wife.” “Uh, huh,” responded Bob numbly, deep in the afterglow of his ownejaculation.
The black fellow pulled his dick out of Sara’s cunt and slapped his long, sodden member against her ass playfully. “Yeah, beat me with that thing,” she laughed. Bob was stung by jealously suddenly to see how fondly she looked back at her new lover. “Ok, well, this has been an eye-opening experience,” said Rich, stretching fitfully and zipping up his fly. “Let’s head back down to the bar and grab another drink, shall we Bob? The girls probably want to shower first.” Everyone nodded agreement at that plan. “Yeah and I might want to stick my cock into them both again real quick before I send them back to you,” said the cheeky young man, making the women titter with excitement. Bob grimaced at the idea and his stomach churned with jealousy, but Rich just clapped him on the shoulder and led him out of the potinfused hotel room.
“Things will never be the same between us, will they?” asked Bobuncertainly.
“I certainly hope not,” laughed Rich. “I can’t wait to get a crack at your wife’s pussy.” Bob laughed weakly along, he couldn’t really be mad at his pal after Bob himself had just emptied his load into Diane like that. Maybe this would all work out somehow after all.—
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WORK BULLY SURPRISES COUPLE AT NUDE BATHSAugust 24, 2019
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My wife Allison is always planning weekend trips for. She loves exploring Northern California and is always having to drag me along because I don’t really like to try new things. I mean, I usually enjoy them once I try them, but I always resist for some reason. I guess I am just stuck in my habits and more comfortable doing familiar things. So I was more than a little freaked out when Allison suggested visiting one of these clothing optional hot springs where people go out to the country to soak naked in mineral water. “Oh god, no, Allison, please,” I laughed when my wife showed me the Wilbur Springs website. “I need to relax. That jerk Erickson has been riding me all week. I don’t want to have to get naked around a bunch of strangers. That’ll just stress me out.” “You don’t have to get naked, look at this customer testimonial,” coaxed Allison. She grinned at me as she wriggled with excitement next to me on the couch while we browsed the site on her laptop. “People feel perfectly comfortable wearing swimsuits. Come on, I think this will be fun. Look, it says that they have Lithium in the water and it makes people relaxed.” “Yeah, no wonder people feel comfortable enough to get nude around people they don’t know,” I muttered. “Seriously, I think that’s part of it,” agreed my wife. “Anyway, I booked the trip already, so you don’t have a choice. I’m just going to make you do a new thing against your will and you will love it like you always do.” Allison’s eyes were shining and she had a huge smile on her face. I couldn’t say no to my wife when she was in such high spirits. So I went off back to my easy chair grumbling to myself. “Other guys are going to look at you,” I said. “Oh, well, let them look,” said Allison breezily. “I’m not ashamed of my body. I’m still in good shape.” She patted her belly to demonstrate. “See. Nice and flat still. That’s why I work out. No wonder you are embarrassed to strip in public with your pot belly.” My wife jumped up playfully and came to poke me in thebelly.
“Ah, shit, I’m always working. I don’t have time to work out,” I complained. I pushed my wife away as she tried to tickle me. “I can barely keep up with Erickson as it is. Our boss just made him team lead and put him above me.” “I know, dear, I know. All you ever talk about it is that terrible Erickson,” said Allison with a compassionate pout. “But I’ll bet that once you soak in a lithium pool for a couple of hours, you will forget ALL about that bad nasty man.” I smiled at my wife sadly and shook my head. That Friday, I let my boss know that I needed to take off early to head up to Wilbur Springs and he laughed knowingly which made me feel strange. We did manage to beat the traffic and once we were out in the country, I really did feel all my cares and worries draining away. We passed fields with cows and rolling green hills. The sky was blue and the weather was fine. I gave a sigh of relief and my wife patted my knee affectionately as we drove along through the idyllic scenery. The resort itself was incredibly isolated. There was no cell reception within 30 minutes of the place and the lodge and room were very basic. No TV, no wifi. Just a simple, clean rustic place. “So you get a digital detox too! That’s great,” enthused my wife. “You need to get off that phone once in awhile.” “Yeah, great!” I said sarcastically. I really was an internet addict, so I wondered how well I would handle being forced to go cold turkey from constant info-stimulation. Allison and I took a hike around the grounds and enjoyed the natural beauty of the place for a while before checking out the springs. They had one area that was designated a silent area with a roof over some pools they called “flumes”, and Allison wanted to try that one first. She and I both wore our swimsuits but we were the only visitors who did, and I actually felt a little strange about it. I guess I had been picturing a scene with a lot of sexy younger people with perfect bodies, but I was put at ease by all the other people our age, in their forties and even older. Everyone was just as out of shape as I was, but no one seemed to mind. Guys walked around flaunting tiny penises hanging down without a care in the world. Women with pot bellies and saggy breasts just smiled politely as we passed. It made me feel less uptight. But once I got into the lithium water was when I really loosened up. The effect was subtle at first, but after about a half hour, there was no denying it. My anxieties had completely disappeared. We took a break in the cold pool outside and Allison was simply radiant. “Omigosh, this is even better than I expected,” gushed my wife. “I feel as though I don’t have a care in the world.” She looked around at the other nude bathers and then slipped the bathing suit straps off of her shoulders and wriggled out of it her modest black one-piece suit. I was feeling so mellow that when her big boobs came popping out, I just laughed. Of course no one paid any attention, though I do think I saw a few men glancing at my wife’s naked form now and then before looking away hastily. She did look good. Her big white boobs were very pert still at 42, her belly was still flat and he ass was tight. I felt myself getting an erection as I ogled herfigure.
Everything was going wonderfully until we headed back toward the silent flumes and low and behold, who was there by my nemesis, Jim Erickson standing on the deck in his boxer shorts. The tall, good looking bastard smirked at me as we approached. I glanced around trying to find an escape route, but there was none, so I just sighed and accepted my fate. We would have to say hello. The lithium was in full effect so I didn’t even feel that nervous really. “Oh god, here is that asshole Erickson I have been telling you about,” I muttered to my wife as we approached. I gave him a friendly wave, but Erickson’s eyes were drawn immediately to my wife’s naked body and he never took his eyes off of her. He immediately sprouted a large gnarly erection which was very visible in his flimsy underwear. “Jim,” I said in greeting. “Didn’t expect to see YOUhere.”
“Ha, yeah, hello there Seymour. The boys mentioned that you were coming up here and I thought it sounded like a fun thing to try. I didn’t have time to pack a swimsuit, but I heard that wouldn’t be a problem,” he gestured down at his boxers in that self-deprecating way that I hated so much about him. “And who is this gorgeous lady? Don’t worry, I won’t tell your wife I caught you withher.”
Allison laughed at his stupid joke and I noticed that her eyes were fixed on Jim’s huge johnson. “I AM his wife, silly,” she giggled, holding her hand out to shake. “Allison.” “Wow, Seymour’s a lucky man,” said Jim smoothly. He took my wife’s hand in his and held onto it, looking my wife in the eye. At that moment his cock spasmed and his veiny boner came popping out the flap in the front of his shorts. My wife’s eyes widened at the sight of his aggressive looking cock. It was bigger than mine and the head was swollen and purple. “Uh, yeah,” said my wife absently. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Erickson’s straining dong. He wagged his eyebrows at me lewdly when he noticed. Normally I would have been mortified, but the lithium gave the effect that this whole thing was happening to someone else, and I just felt a strange tingling in my belly. “Um, yeah, anyway, Seymour tells me that you are the guy always giving him a hard time,” she said. She pulled her eyes away from Erickson’s penis and gave him a teasing frown. “Ha, ha, that’s true about me. I do give people a HARD time,” laughed Erickson. He still hadn’t released my wife’s hand and his cock started bobbing up and down menacingly. “I drive it inreal hard.”
“Oh I bet you do,” breathed my wife as she watched his bouncingcock with interest.
“Um, phrasing?” I said. I should have been upset to see my wife flirting with my nemesis, but somehow with the lithium, it was just giving me an erection. “I know it’s naughty to joke about that in front of you, but he is just so _feisty_, honey,” laughed my wife, pointing at Erickson’seager cock.
“Yeah, that’s…nice,” I said. I rubbed my head in confusion. “I think it’s making your husband nervous how interested in my dick you seem,” Erickson said. He gave me a cruel smile and I felt a bit of annoyance pushing it’s way up through the lithium haze. “I know it’s terrible of me to say it,” giggled Allison. “But maybe Jimmy acts like such a big dick at work because his dick, is like, literally so big.” Erickson laughed as he pulled his boxers off and stood nude facing my own naked wife. I could almost sense the animal magnetism drawing them together as they eyed others naked bodies up and down. “Come on, let’s go get back in the water,” I said. I grabbed my wife’s arm and pulled her away from Erickson. She gazed longingly over her shoulder back at his big cock, standing stiffly atattention.
“Oh, well then, I will join you,” he said and followed after us. “Uh, well,” I said. I wasn’t sure what else I could do. Erickson followed us so closely that he poked my wife right in the butt with his hardon. Allison yelped and I gave a cry of dismay, but we were shushed by anold japanese woman.
“This is the silent area!” she scolded. “No yelling!” “Yeah, quiet down you two,” whispered Erickson. He had my wife by her hips and was jamming his cock right between her butt cheeks from behind. She moaned with pleasure and leaned back against him until I yanked her away, eliciting a pout. I want to scold her, but the Japanese woman gave me a dirty look. I passed the dirty look right back at Erickson, but he just shrugged and fingered the head of his glistening cock. I lead my wife to the hottest flume and helped her in. “He poked me in the bum with his thing,” she whispered to me with a sly grin. “I liked it!” “I’m sorry, you must really remain silent. Totally silent here!” shouted the Japanese woman in frustration. A couple of other people hissed at _her _in return. My wife and I shrank down in the water to hide from their censure as Erickson swaggered over confidently. His big dick was swinging side to side like a billy club. He joined us in the flume and heaved a big sigh of relaxation. I was relieved that he kept quiet and behaved himself and we all just sat soaking in the lithium water for a while. My anxiety about Allison’s flirtation with Erickson subsided. I started to find it sort of funny what my wife said about his big dick. Maybe guys with bigger cocks did act ruder because they didn’t need to be nice to impress the ladies, they just needed to whip out their giant schlongs. The thought made me chuckle to myself. Allison patted my thigh under the water, which made my dick hard, which she noticed, so she grabbed onto it and started tugging my cock under the water while smiling at Erickson. “I see what you are doing,” he hissed quietly. “You should grab MINE if you want a REAL handful.” “I would need BOTH hands for yours,” giggled my wife. A naked elderly man with grey chest hair and pubic hair sauntered over and bent down near us. “Sorry folks, I know you are having fun and all, but why don’t you go out to the other pool if you want to talk? These flumes are for more of a meditation experience.” He winked at my wife for some reason and got up creakily and wanderedoff.
“Ok, come on,” Erickson said and he stood up and poked my wife right in the nose with the head of his dripping dong. He was STILL hard somehow. He must have been really horny for my wife. Allison grabbed his dick impulsively. “Hey mister! Watch it with this thing, you could hurt somebody,” she purred, giving his rod aplayful tug.
“Uh, honey, stop that, will you?” I asked. My own pickle stood at attention as I watched my wife handling my rivals’ cock socarelessly.
“Oops, sorry, honey,” she said, releasing Erickson’s fat cock with a look of regret. My heart was beating faster but somehow the lithium made it all seem sort of OK. Sure, my wife just grabbed another man’s cock. A man who happened to be my nemesis at work. Oh well. No big deal really. We climbed out of the flume and went outside to the cooler pools. The cool air felt good and it made Allison’s nipples nice and hard which Erickson noticed as well. His boner just wouldn’t quit as he eyed my wife’s nubby areola. “Here, give me a hug before we get into the pool,” Erickson told my wife. He grabbed her by the hand but she resisted coyly, drawingback from him.
“I wouldn’t mind giving you a friendly hug, but you would poke me with that big boner of yours,” she teased, pointing at Erickson’s straining cock. His junk was sopping wet and his nuts hung down grotesquely, dripping water onto the wooden deck. “Ah, we will find some place to stick it,” he grunted. He pulled my wife toward him forcefully and she giggled but relented and allowed him to embrace her. I was watching this all through my lithium haze as he prodded my wife’s cunt with his dong. “Oh, you are always giving everyone a hard time,” panted my wife as he jammed his stiff rod against her twat. “Oh, yeah, that’s just how I am,” he moaned. I watched him gripping my wife’s bare ass cheeks in his hands and I started fingering my boner absently. I briefly considered pulling my shorts off to jerk off while I watched, but I thought that might be against the rules or something. It certainly would have been in bad taste. “If I let you give me a hard time, will you go easier on my husband at work?” she asked Erickson coquettishly. “Honey!” I complained. But it was more out of habit, than out of real emotion. I was suddently fascinated by the idea of Ericksonfucking my wife.
“No, sorry, I have to maintain excellence in the workplace. Seymour is a slacker and I need to stay on top of him,” muttered Erickson. He was squeezing my wife around her narrow waist and was really trying to push his cock into her but he didn’t have a good angle since he was so much taller than her. “Hey, I’m a good worker,” I croaked. Somehow he still managed to ride me even as he was molesting my wife. “No, you aren’t, and you know it. You need me to teach you how to work your wife properly,” laughed Erickson harshly. Then he crouched down slightly and thrust his hips upward so that he was penetrating my wife from the front. She gave a cry of passion and clung to his strong arms as he slid the head of his cock right insideher.
“Hey, wait, what are you doing?” I asked. I gripped my cock firmly as I watched my wife, with her beautiful pale hourglass figure, getting violated by my domineering coworker. A couple of older men stopped to watch as well, including the old guy who asked us to leave the quiet flumes who I assumed was some sort of manager. “Oh honey, he’s got the tip inside me,” gasped my wife. “Naughty man.” But she seemed to be grinding her hips against him urgently as she said that. “It’s just the tip,” the big prick assured me with a smirk. “You folks know how to have fun, alright,” the manager said. He and some of the other men watching started to get hard as they watched Erickson trying to get his dick deeper into my wife. “Normally we don’t allow sex out in the public areas, but as long as you are discreet, I guess it’s ok,” said the manager and he started brazenly stroking his cock as he watched my wife getting dicked by my rival. A couple of the other guys started stroking their penises aswell.
“No, that’s not right though,” I said blearily. Obviously I would have been freaking out a lot more if it weren’t for the soothing effects of the lithium. I even considered pulling my own shorts down and jerking it since the manager was doing so himself. “Oh, he’s right, Jimmy. I’m a married woman, after all,” said my wife as she drew reluctantly away from him. His boner was practically purple at this point and his glans was shiny with mywife’s juices.
“Ugh, ok, ok,” he groaned. He gripped his cock and pushed down hard on it,trying to get it under control. He noticed a massage table nearby on the deck. “Uh, how about I give you a nicemassage.”
“Oooh, I would like that,” chirped my wife. And she flung her naked body facedown onto the table expectantly. The group of older male onlookers moved to form a circle around the table as Erickson eagerly gripped my wife’s bare butt cheeks and started kneading them. I glanced at the group of old hippies jerking off as the big dicked Erickson started manhandling my eager wife on the massage table. What a bunch of perverts we were. I pulled my shorts down in resignation and started pulling on my own pud while Iwatched.
“This is weird you guys,” I complained weakly as I fondled myself. “Look Seymour, your wife is very tense and needs a nice hard massage to loosen her up. It’s so typical that I have to pick up the slack for you, but I don’t mind.” Erickson gripped my wife’s gorgeous bare thighs in his meaty paws and she cooed with pleasure. Then he slid his rough hands up her silky inner thigh and prodded one brutish finger right into her vagina. She spread her legs to give him easier access and moaned. “See, you obviously don’t finger her enough.” The guys jerking off around me hummed in satisfaction when they saw this. “That’s my wife though, you aren’t supposed to,” I stammered helplessly. But I was jerking away the whole time I said it. “But she likes it, just ask her,” Erickson told me. He was boldly sliding his index finger in and out of her while Allison clung desperately to the cushioned table, wriggling with pleasure. His finger was slick with her juice. “No, no,” she panted. “Seymour is right. This isn’tproper.”
“Ok,” he said. “How about a back rub then?” He withdrew his digit from my wife’s cunt and showed me how wet it was. “Yes, that sounds harmless,” agreed my wife. She was trying to catch her breath from the vigorous fingering he had given her. Erickson walked around the table, swinging his big erection proudly back and forth. He wagged his eyebrows at me lewdly. “You are always swinging your dick around,” I said. I felt a slight pang of annoyance with the big brute. “Yep,” he agreed. We went and stood at the head of the table with his cock inches from the top of my wife’s head. When he bent over my wife to grip her shoulders, he swung his hips in such a way that his stiff cock came up onto the table and slapped her right inthe face.
Allison giggled and turned her head slightly so his veiny shaft lay along her soft white cheek. “Oh my gosh, look at this thing honey!” she said. “Oh, are you jerking off? So naughty. Here, watch me lick it then.” And my cute little wife stuck out her small pink tongue and started lapping delicately at Erickson’s meatyshaft.
“Ooooh boy,” I gulped. It was pretty hot though. Erickson groaned with pleasure and shifted around so he could get the head of his penis into Allison’s mouth. She greedily accepted it and started sucking it lustfully, looking me in the eye the whole time. What a slut she was turning out to be. “Yeah, look at your wife sucking my dick,” grunted Erickson as Allison slurped his dong. She wriggled around on her back, and presented her big tits for him to fondle while she cupped his nuts in her hand. She kept his dick in her mouth the whole time. She is pretty agile. The old men oohed and ahhed as she spread her legs and started fingering her clit. One old guy got right up and peered between my wife’s legs and I noticed a dribble of cum dripping from his old pud as he tugged it. The sight of my wife’s spread open beaver was too much for him I guess. “Ok, that’s enough. Time for me to fuck your wife properly since you obviously have been slacking in that department, Seymour,” said Erickson. He pulled his cock out of Allison’s mouth with a loud “pop” and she spread her legs wide apart in anticipation as he climbed right up on top of her and dropped his huge dick into my wife’s hot pink snatch. The table creaked menacingly, but didn’t collapse under his added weight. “Oh god, Jimmy is so much BIGGER than you, Seymour,” whined my wife. “I can really feel it!” The old men chuckled sheepishly at me as I blushed deeply. It was certainly embarrassing to watch my wife submit to the huge cock of my competitor. But I was on the verge of cumming, jerking off as I watched, and plus I was still in the midst of a lithium haze, so Ishrugged it off.
Allison clung desperately to Erickson’s broad shoulders as he ploughed his dick into her. His glutes started pumping up and down like a piston and I was afraid the table would collapse under his powerful thrusts. Allison grunted as each jab of his cock landed home deep inside her womb. “Work me, Jimmy!” she shouted. “Work me hard!” The old Japanese woman from the quiet flumes came out and hissed at my wife. “Quiet down! We can hear you inside the silent area! Take her inside somewhere and poke her. She’s too noisy!” But everyone ignored her and she actually stayed and watched with interest as the powerful Erickson had his way with my woman. I heard that strangled whimper that my wife gives when she is climaxing and saw her shudder as the orgasm hit her, but Erickson just kept pumping away. The manager and a few other guys shot their loads out on the deck and grinned at me sheepishly as the wandered off. I was on the verge myself. Erickson turned to give me a cruel sneer as he drove himself deep into my wife. “I am busting my nut up inside your wife, Seymour. After doing your work for you, once again!” The boastful prick was lording his conquest over me. And I spurted my own meager load, stimulated by the humiliation. It was painful, but it made me cumfor some reason.
Erickson climbed smoothly off my wife and was gone. Just like that. Allison leaned up on her elbows and smiled at me guiltily. “Wow he really does work you hard, doesn’t he?” she asked. “My pussy is going to be sore for a week.” “Uh, yeah,” I agreed. We stayed the whole weekend and Erickson pretty much fucked my wife at will the whole time. In our bed, down by the pools, in the water in the silent flume, wherever. Luckily I was soothed by the constant lithium soaks. But when we got back to San Francisco and Erickson started inviting himself over to dinner every night and fucking my wife right on the dining room table, well that was a little harder to deal with. I might actually need to get a lithium prescription.—
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WIFE GRUDGE FUCKED IN COURTYARDAugust 17, 2019
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I woke up to a dull thudding sound from somewhere outside. Oh shit. That damn neighbor was at it again. I looked at my clock and saw that it was 9am. My wife Laura groaned next to me. We both work for ourselves and we like to sleep late. But this one guy in our apartment building insists on loudly banging his garbage bin against the dumpster when he empties it each morning. Laura jumped out of bed in frustration and ran to the window in the skimpy wifebeater that she wears for pajamas when the weather is warm. She yanked open the window and and leaned out to shout down to the courtyard where the dumpster sat. “Can you please not bang your garbage can like that?” she screamed. “We’ve asked you before about that. We are trying tosleep up here!”
“Shit, put some damn clothes on, you whore,” called back our obnoxious next door neighbor, John. “Your fucking udders arehanging out!”
My wife looked down to realize that her cleavage was fully exposed by her low cut top as she hung out the window and she reddened as she clutched her hand to her chest. “That’s so rude! How dareyou!”
“Rude and inaccurate,” I told her, leaning up on one elbow as I watched from the bed. “How any straight man could call those luscious orbs _udders_ is beyond me.” “You aren’t helping,” my wife hissed at me. She was trying to hold her boisterous boobs in place with both hands. It was fascinating to watch. I got up to join my wife at the window. “You are one to talk,” she shouted back at our neighbor down in the courtyard. “Look at you in your boxer shorts! You are halfnaked yourself.”
“I got my privates covered.” The jerk gripped his crotch lewdly. John was a small guy but pretty muscular in a wiry way and he seemed to like showing off his physique. “Can you people shut the fuck up?” shouted the punk rocker from up in #303. “I’m trying to fucking sleep up here.” “Get a job, loser!” replied John with a sneer. “Maybe if you got up earlier you could get an interview.” “I work the nightshift, asshat,” snapped the punk with his head out the window. He ran his hand through his green mohawk, now in flaccid disarray and not standing proudly at attention as it usually did. “So go fuck yourself and shut the fuck up down there with all the shouting.” The punk slammed his window shut. “Uh, yeah, what HE said,” called Laura before carefully shutting our own window. “The nerve of that guy,” she fumed. “Calling me a whore on top of everything.” “He’s an asshole, that’s for sure,” I agreed, climbing backinto bed.
“I’ve complained to Sharon many times, but she just says that the noise rule only applies from 11pm to 7am,” sighed my wife. She crawled back into bed to snuggle against me. Then she snorted suddenly, “Udders! The nerve!” “I like your udders,” I whispered in Laura’s soft little ear as I gripped one of them from behind. “Stop calling them that,” she giggled. Then we fooled around a little and fell back to sleep.***
“Ugh, look at those skanky whores he’s always dating,” said Laura the next evening. She was peering out the window as John and his latest girlfriend walked up the to building together. As usual, John had a good looking blonde on his arm. As usual, she was dressed like a stripper in a too short dress that was too tight to be classy and teetering on too high heels. “And those skanks are always stinking up the hallway with their cheap perfume, it’s disgusting!” said Laura. “Try to think of something more pleasant, dear,” I said blandly as I checked out the body on John’s latest conquest. She had tits and ass and a skinny waist and I was starting to get a boner so I cautiously backed away from the window before my wife noticed my arousal. She would get so mad if she saw me getting hot for one ofJohn’s sluts.
“Ugh, that guy just makes me so mad!” said my cute little wife. She stamped her foot in frustration and was clenching her fists. Then she noticed me trying to cover my crotch to hide my erection. “Hey, wait a minute!” She reached out and pulled my hand aside to see the bulge in my pants. “Dammit, you’ve got a hardon! Do guys really like sluts who walk around with their legs and boobies hanging out like that? It’s so TRASHY!” “Oh, no, no,” I said, waving my hands back and forth. “Guy like nice classy ladies.” “Very funny, smart guy.” Laura walked over to look at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a button down blouse with khakis like she normally did. “Would you like me better if I showed off more skin?” she asked in a small voice. I could tell she was feelinginsecure.
“Aw, come on baby, you look beautiful no matter how you dress,” I said. I rushed over and hugged my wife to console her, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Laura received the kiss with equanimity, but she still seemed distressed. “Anyway, I just hate that guy John and I wish he wouldmove out.”
“You sure seem fixated on this guy John,” I said, giving her a slygrin.
Laura glanced at me in confusion and then blushed when she realized what I was hinting at. “Gah, gross! I am NOT fixated on him, he annoys the hell out of me. He’s always banging his garbage bin in the morning, bringing around stinky whores, and generally bringing down the class level of the entire apartment building.” “Ok, whatever,” I relented, turning back to my kindle book. But I harbored a sneaky suspicion about my wife’s feud with our rudeneighbor.
About a half-hour later, Laura stormed into the living room, lividly angry. “Jimmy, Jimmy, come into the bedroom. It’s SO disgusting, I can hear John fucking that tart he just brought in through ourbedroom wall.”
I just laughed good naturedly. “Ha, ha, yeah, I think I’ve heard that before. His bed must be right up against the other side of thatwall.”
“It’s not funny, Jimmy, it’s repulsive. Can’t people be more considerate when they are having sex? Why advertise it for the whole building to hear?” “Come on, Laura,” I chuckled. “Be reasonable. People need to live their lives, after all.” “Still, you have to think about your neighbors,” insisted my wife. She stamped her foot again. “I’m going to go pound on the wall,” she blurted. “Now hold on, that’s not fair,” I complained. But my wife had dashed off to the bedroom, so I jumped up to follow her. When I got to the bedroom, my wife was standing close to the wall, listening intently. Sure enough, I could hear a rhythmic tap-tapping of a bed frame against the wall. I could also just make out a woman’s moans of pleasure and occasionally a guttural grunt fromJohn.
“It’s not actually THAT loud,” I said. “I mean we can tell they are having fun, but you don’t have to listen to it if you come out to the living room.” “Having fun!” spat my wife. “She’s probably faking it. Anyway, I don’t want to hear my neighbor’s coitus. It’s GROSS.” Laura pounded suddenly on the wall, making me jump. “Quiet down over there! We can hear you!” she shouted. The tapping against the wall did cease for a moment and I nearly broke out in a cold sweat of embarrassment. But then I heard some muffled laughter and the tapping suddenly resumed with renewed vigor, louder and more insistent than ever and the woman’s cries became even MORE plaintive. Laura kicked the wall in resentment and stormed out of the room. I stayed and listened to John fucking his girlfriend for a few minutes. It was kind of hot, actually. In fact, I was about to unzip and start fapping as I listened, but my wife called me back tothe living room.
“You really need to calm down about John. You are acting like a jealous lover.” I wagged my eyebrows lewdly at my wife. “Oh my god, I will KILL you for suggesting that!” Laura’s face reddening as she launched a couch pillow at my head. I deflected the inbound missile and then there was a knock at the door, which was pretty unusual. “Must be one of the neighbors,” said Laura, getting up to check the door. She peeked through the peephole. “Oh shit, it’s John,” she said. She put her back to the door and stared at me withfear.
“Well, you better answer i,” I said grimly. “If you act out and throw a hissy fit against the wall, you are going to have to facethe music.”
“Ugh,” sighed my wife and then she opened the door. “Can I help you?” she asked stiffly. John was standing there in nothing but a towel, his hair plastered to his head as though he had just jumped from the shower. “What’s with you, woman? Why are you pounding on the wall while I’m spending time with my lady friend?” “You were being pretty loud. Don’t you have any consideration for your neighbors?” asked my wife. I peeked around the corner to watch the interaction and I noticed Laura looking down at the bulge jutting from the front of the towel John had wrapped around his waist. He noticed her looking too, and reached his hand into his towel to grip his dong rudely. “What’s the matter, you wish it was you helping me work the bed springs?” he asked with a wicked grin. “Ain’t gonna happen, sister. At least not if you keep acting like such a bitch all the time.” “You insufferable PRICK!” shouted my wife in fury. “I can’t believe you think you can talk to me that way!” Laura slammed the door in John’s face and turned to face me, livid with anger. “Did you see that filthy pig touching himself like that? The veryidea!”
“You were checking out his package,” I laughed. “I saw you.” “His vulgar thing was poking out, of course I glanced down,” stammered my wife. “He, he should have put some goddamn pants on before leaving his house, like any normal human being would do.” Laura paced around the room, fanning her face with her hands, trying to calm herself down. She really seemed worked up over the whole thing. I was starting to suspect that she might really have some suppressed desire to grudge fuck John and the idea kind of turned me on. Not that I ever thought she would follow through with it. But I started to give the idea more credence when my wife suddenly decided to bleach her hair blonde the following day. She had been a brunette for as long as I knew her and had never experimented with coloring her hair before. “What do you think?” she asked me when she got back from thesalon.
“Looks nice,” I said. Then a thought occurred to me. “Your boyfriend John will like it, he’s into blondes I noticed.” Laura punched my arm with surprising ferocity, making me jump and rub my poor shoulder ruefully. “You pig!” she shouted. “Don’t even JOKE about that. I was, I was, just trying to cover a little gray hair that was starting to show. I, I wouldn’t EVER let that creepy jerk lay a finger on me!” “Ha, ha, whatever you say, baby, whatever you say,” I said, shaking my head. “Go on and get ready, let’s head out todinner.”
“Ok, well, I got a new dress inspired by our conversation the other night where you said that men liked women in slutty outfits,” said Laura a bit anxiously. “Oh, REEE-ALY?” I asked with interest. “Let’s see it.” My wife giggled nervously and ran off to change. When she came back out, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. She was wearing a tiny halter top dress that exposed her navel. It was really short, only going halfway down her thigh and it barely contained her generous bosom. I popped an immediate boner when I saw her in it. “Oh, you are definitely trying to get on John’s good side with that get up. You look like a stripper!” “Please don’t mention that disgusting dick again tonight, dear,” said my wife with a wave of her hand. “I’m wearing this for YOU. You really seemed to be attracted to those sluts that uh, he bringsaround.”
I walked around my wife, checking out her exposed legs and nice round rump, snugly encased in the tight dress. “Hmm, yes, very slutty. Iwould tap that.”
“Ok, good,” let’s go she said. She seemed sort of excited to be wearing such a scandalous dress out in public. “We better go somewhere with low lighting. I feel a little uncovered in this.” “That you are,” I laughed. Laura was exhibiting a wild streak I hadn’t seen before and I liked it. When we were in the lobby, we bumped into John who was just coming in. He stopped short and stared at my wife, doing an obvious double-take. Laura’s head tilted back in smug satisfaction but she dropped it bashfully when she saw that I noticed. “Don’t even say a word to me,” she told John holding up a hand and looking away from him. “You are a rude jerk and I want nothingto do with you.”
“Ok, bitch, no problem,” he sneered. He was running his eyes up and down my wife’s body hungrily. He saw me watching him check out Laura’s body and he winked at me. “Hey buddy, you shouldn’t let your woman go out dressed like that. Guys are gonna get the idea that your little wifey is down for whatever.” “I think she might BE,” I joked, returning his wink and making himlaugh.
Laura frowned angrily and poked me roughly in the ribs for sayingthat.
“Hey wait, turn around, let me see something,” he told my wife. “I’m not showing you anything.” She put her nose in the airhaughtily.
“Nah, nah, I think you have something stuck to your back,” he saidsincerely.
“Where?” asked my wife, turning her back to him naively and looking over her shoulder. “Right here,” he said, slapping his hand onto my wife’s ass cheek and giving it a good squeeze. He wasn’t prepared for her reaction though, when Laura hauled off and punched him right in the nose. “Dammit!” he yelped. He fell back onto the ground, grabbing his face as blood poured from his nostrils. “What the fuck?” “That’s what you get for trying to touch me, you FUCKER,” she said. She poked a finger in his face as he cringed away from her. “Ouch, she’s a little feisty, huh?” I asked. I bent down to slap John on the shoulder. I was a little taken aback by her outburst, but I guess John had it coming. “Feisty, she’s a fucking psycho, dude!” he cried as blood dripped onto his shirt. “No, I’m not psycho.” Laura bent over to shake a finger in John’s face and unconsciously treated him to a nice closeup view of her cleavage. “I’m just down for whatever – including punching assholes who try to lay their filthy paws on my booty.” John was distracted by the sight of my wife’s jiggling cleavage and he couldn’t come up with a clever comeback. She noticed him looking at her boobs and realized how revealed they were which made her jerk upright indignantly. I just lead her away then before she could throw another fit. “Well, I guess I showed that jerk!” she said in the car on the wayto the restaurant.
“You know, it sure seems that you took particular care to attract his interest with that outfit and the blonde hair,” I saidscratching my chin.
My wife went stiff. “I don’t know what you are suggesting. I find that guy completely nauseating.” “You sure you didn’t try to get him worked up just so you could put him down again?” I asked with a smirk. “Such a thing would never cross my mind,” sniffed Laura, looking out the window away from me. “Uh, huh,” I said knowingly. It turned out that John was right. Guys did take my wife’s sexy outfit as a signal that she was playing the field. Every time I left her alone for a minute, I would come back to find some lothario trying to hit on her. They were clustered around poor Laura in her skimpy dress like bees on honey. I had to chase away businessmen at the restaurant bar. I even had to cockblock the damn valet. Every time I had to get up to take a call or use the bathroom, I would find some new suitor ogling my wife’s knockers and trying to get her number. I thought it was pretty funny, but Laura was a bit overwhelmed. “My god, I never knew guys would get so excited by seeing a little skin,” she gasped as we drove home. “Well to be fair, you are dressed like a high class prostitute,” I teased, earning myself another slap. When we got home, I decided to troll my wife a little more. I found a movie on Netflix about a man and woman who hated each other and fought all through the movie but ended up grudge fucking toward the end. As soon as the sex scene started in earnest, Laura turned off the movie and turned on me wrathfully. “I see what you are trying to pull,” she said, crossing her arms. “And I don’t think that’s funny.” “Grudge fuck sex IS pretty hot though,” I told her with a twinkle in my eye. But my wife wasn’t amused and she went off to bed in a huff. Ah well. So much for trolling. The next morning, John was at it again with the garbage bin, banging away at nine am sharp. Laura leapt from bed, threw open the window and started shouting at him. I was only half awake, but I heard John call back up something about Laura being a slut and daring her to come down and try to punchhim again.
“Oh, yeah, I will show you, you little fucker,” she screamed. More people were opening their windows and calling for them to quiet down, including the punk rocker in #303, and the nice old widow, Mrs.Jones down in #101.
“I’m going down there to punch that jerk right in the chops,” panted my wife. Her dander was up and her cheeks were flushed. She was wearing just her wifebeater again and nothing else. It barely covered her crotch and her erect nipples poked provocatively throughthe thin material.
“First of all, that’s ridiculous. It would be assault and there are witnesses,” I objected sleepily. “Secondly, you are half-naked. You need to go put some clothes on.” “No time, no time,” she steamed. And before I knew it, she dashed away. I heard the front door open and close and she was gone. “Ooh, boy, this is going to be quite a show,” I said to myself as I climbed wearily out of bed to go watch the ensuing fireworks fromour bedroom window.
John was standing there tapping his garbage bin against the side of the dumpster. He was wearing just his boxers as usual and he seemed to actually be waiting for Laura to come and confront him. He didn’t have to wait long. Laura came running out into the courtyard in her skimpy t-shirt, tugging self-consciously at the hem with one hand while she shook a finger in his face with the other. “I’m sick of your bullshit, mister,” she shouted. “You wake everyone up with that pounding every morning.” “Yeah, tell him, Laura,” shouted the punk rocker. “You’re anasshole, John!”
“Look at you, you fucking slut!” John gestured to my wife’s exposed skin, as one strap of her wifebeater fell off her shoulder. “Go put some clothes on and show some modesty.” “Ha! You are one to talk,” shouted my wife. “The sluts YOU bring around stink up the hallways with their cheap perfume and parade around like half-naked hookers.” “That’s right,” chimed in the lovable Mrs. Jones. The old grandmotherly woman leaned out her window as she offered her two cents worth to the conversation. “They prance around like whores!” “And then they scream like animals while they are having sex,” said my wife. She sneered at John with disgust. “The bed knocks against my bedroom wall.” “Oh, you are quite right, dear,” agreed Mrs. Jones. “I can hear them making whoopie right across the courtyard here. It’sreally shameful.”
“Hmm, is that what this is all really about?” John asked my wife. He was looking her body over with interest. “First you dye your hair since you know I like blondes, now you come down here in that sexy little shirt to show me your body? Gotta admit, it’s pretty slutty.” He started fingering his junk through his shorts absently as he checked out my wife’s figure. My heart started beating faster as I watched from the window. My own cock was getting hard. John was showing some real brass balls to hit on my wife while half the apartment building was watching from their windows. “Pfft, don’t flatter yourself there buddy,” said my wife, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Yeah, well, your headlights are showing, and I bet you aren’t even wearing any panties.” John pointed at her prominent nipples poking through her shirt. His cock was fully erect now, pitching atent in his boxers.
“That’s none of your business,” stammered by wife. But I could see her looking with fascination at the big protrusion in John’s shorts. “But, but of course I am.” “You like that dick, huh, check it out,” said John and he opened the flap in the front of his shorts so that his stiff cock came poking out. He really did have brass balls. I reached down the front of my pajamas and pulled on my cock guiltily as I watched John facing down my wife with his boner. “Good lord, he’s pulled his johnson right out,” gasped Mrs. Jones. “Naughty boy, put your pee pee back into your shorts!” “Yeah, that’s disgusting,” gulped my wife. But she couldn’t look away from John’s exposed erection. “Go ahead, grab it, you slut, you know you want to,” leered John, thrusting his hips forward and practically poking his dick into my wife’s belly. Things were getting so hot at this point that I reached down and started stroking myself. I had joked a lot with my wife about her fucking John. Now that they were getting close, I found it insanely arousing and I fapped away urgently while I watched my wife slap John’s cock away with her hand. “Ew! Gross,” she said. “Yeah, I like it when you slap it. Do it again,” he coaxed. “My husband is watching you know, he will come down here and kick your ass,” said my wife bravely. But when she looked up at the window and saw me with my hands down the front of my pajamas her face fell slightly. John looked too and justlaughed.
“Whoa, kinky shit going down out here,” laughed the punk rocker upstairs as he hung out his window watching. “Ha ha, looks like hubby is getting off on this,” said John, suddenly emboldened. “Now, I’ve shown you mine, you show me yours. I know you ain’t got no panties on under there.” He lunged forward and yanked up the front of my wife’s t-shirt, exposing her dark brown bush for a moment before she yelped and pushedhis hand away.
Laura went to punch John, but he grabbed her by the wrists and they struggled there in the courtyard for a moment, wrestling. But John was much stronger and he quickly pinned my wife, with her hands above her head, up against the wall. Their blood was up and both of them were panting, eyes shining. Her t-shirt was so short that it rose up when her arms were above her head to expose her pussy. I had to slow down my masturbation to keep from coming too quickly. I did feel a bit guilty. A better husband would have run down to rescue his wife. But I suspected that this is what she wanted deep down. After all, why didn’t she at least throw a robe on before heading down there. She was deliberately taunting John with her body. “Oh, dear, things are getting out of hand,” bemoaned Mrs. Jones. But she showed no sign of withdrawing from her window. She was thereto watch the show.
“Let go of me you fucker,” spat my wife, livid with anger. “Aw no, missy, you punched me in the face once already, not gonna let that happen again,” growled John. Then his pushed his stiff cock between my wife’s legs. “I’m gonna give you what you came down here for. While your husband watches, too.” Laura tried to struggle free, but John had her pinned tight as he slid his cock in and out between her thighs. After a few thrusts, her hips started responding and she tilted her pelvis forward to receive him. He couldn’t be entering her from that angle. His shaft was probably sliding along her labia. I paused again and tried to catch my breathe as I watched this guy violating my wife. “Yeah, you like that,” grunted John. “NO I don’t, get that disgusting prick away from me,” moaned my wife, but I could hear the lack of conviction in her voice. “You’re wet as hell, I can feel it,” he laughed triumphantly. “You want that dick inside you.” “No I don’t, you are a filthy pig.” But she was grinding her pelvis back and forth onto John’s dick while she said that. “This is fucking hot, dude!” called the punk rocker. “I canfap to this.”
“Oh my, this is really terribly improper you two,” called poor Mrs. Jones, but even the old woman’s glasses were getting steamedup.
“Turn to face the wall, let me put it in from behind,” John coaxedmy wife.
“Never!” she cried and she tried to suddenly squirm free again. She put up a pretty good fight this time, but after a decent struggle, John managed to pin her hands to the wall with her ass facing him and he crouched behind her struggling to get his cock inside her frombehind.
“Arch your back a little,” he groaned. Laura moaned and did as he suggested and then she gasped loudly as John finally managed to get his thing inside her. “Oh god, oh god, help me, help Jimmy,” she cried out. “He’s inside me, oh god.” “James, get down here and protect your wife for Lord’s sake,” gasped Mrs. Jones indignantly, putting her hand to her chest. “But, but,” I cried, nearly on the verge of climax. “Don’t worry, Mrs.Jones, she wants this,” said John, quickly releasing my wife’s hands and grabbing her by the hips as he sank his meat into repeatedly. Laura stood there, receiving his cock, her hands against the wall, panting with passion. “No I don’t want this,” said my wife, but she kept her back arched so that he could enter her easily. “Jimmy, come down hereand stop him!”
“Oh, shit,” I grumbled, and I left off jerking myself so that I could pretend to be the knight in shining armor when we all knew that this is what we all wanted. Fuck, what a strange situation. When I got down to the courtyard, John was still working my wife from behind and she was moaning with pleasure, but cursing him the wholetime.
“Oh, you think you are tough, huh, well now my husband is here,” said Laura as John gripped her by the hips and pumped away on her. “Yeah, I saw him fapping while he watched,” crowed John. “He’s not gonna do shit!” “Don’t take that, man, hit him!” called the punker. “Yes, he certainly deserves a good smack, James,” insisted Mrs.Jones.
Laura looked at me expectantly, her eyes bright with passion as John carried on fucking her. “I mean, obviously you could have wriggled free by now,” I said throwing my hands up in exasperation. “No I could NOT, he’s forcing ME,” lied my wife loudly, her pelvis moving perfectly in time with John’s thrusts ash eh fucked her from behind. “He’s a filthy scum who is ruining my reputation with the entire building.” It suddenly dawned on me just how scandalous this whole twisted scene was. We really were going to be the laughing stock of the entire building soon. “Oh shit,” I sighed and I stepped in to shove John back off of my wife roughly. “Sorry there, Romeo, that’s MY wife you’re trying to impregnate there.” “Fuck man, you know she wants it!” complained John. “No I don’t you pig! You took advantage of me,” insisted my wife. She spun around and slapped John’s face as hard as she could. It really made a loud slap and I winced when I saw the white handprint on his cheek. “Oh, you bitch!” he called and he lunged forward to grab my wife. But she was giggling now and she darted inside with John hoton her trail.
“Go help your wife, don’t make her fend for herself,” scoldedMrs. Jones.
“Dammit,” I cursed under my breath, as I followed my wife and her grudge fuck lover inside. I found them up on the second floor. John had captured my wife in his arms and he was trying to get her inside his apartment, but Laura was kicking and screaming, but also laughing a little bit too. She even giggled when he managed to get a stray finger into her cunt. “Man, help me get her inside, and I will take care of her,” John begged me as he struggled with my wife in his arms. “Jimmy, don’t you dare,” my wife gasped indignantly. “Laura, uh, what do you WANT me to do?” I asked in confusion. I suspected that my wife was enjoying her combative love affair, Icertainly was.
“Um, I think I have to fight my own battles here, actually,” said my wife as she paused her struggles for a moment. “Maybe go wait in our apartment and I will be there in a few minutes once I kick this bastard in the balls and teach him what he gets for besmirching myhonor.”
John of course took advantage of the temporary lull in combat to drag my wife over the threshold into his apartment. I could hear her laughing in spite of herself as she cursed him and he got the door slammed behind them. My cock was standing stiffly at attention and I rushed inside to our bedroom to see if I could hear what happened. Sure enough, a few minutes later, John’s bed started tapping it’s familiar staccato against our wall and I pulled my pajamas off so I could jerk off freely while I listened. Soon my wife was groaning and crying out. Half of her cries were insults and he grunted in pain a few times but once I heard her characteristic whimper as she came, I blew my wad right against the wall. It was very satisfying. My wife appeared in our bedroom completely naked after a few minutes, she went into the closet and put on her bathrobe as though nothing hadhappened.
“Well I showed HIM who’s boss,” she said with a dreamy, postorgasm smile.
“Jeez, did you walk down the hall naked like that?” I asked with alaugh.
“Um, yeah, I guess I lost my shirt in the struggle somehow,” she said with a shrug. My wife noticed my cum on the wall and she made a face. “Christ honey, did you spooge on the wall in here?” “Yeah, I was listening while John fucked the shit out of you. When I heard you cum, it pushed me over the edge,” I admitted. My wife made a strange face, as though she were struggling with something internally. “I uh, don’t know what you are talking about. I didn’t let him fuck me. I, uh, kicked him right in the nads,” lied Laura. “Laura, look it’s fine. I heard everything, and I got off on it, too,” I said taking my wife in my arms. “It was pretty kinky to hear my wife grudge fuck another guy.” “I don’t know what you THINK you heard, but I assure you I would never allow that dog’s prick inside me,” said my wife frostily. “Wow, this is how you want to play it, huh?” I asked, scratching my head. “Ok, then.” “And um, he said, that I had to come over tomorrow and suck his penis in front of you,” blurted Laura quickly. “But I’m definitely not doing that. I will show him, I will bite his little prick right off if he tries to make me.” “Oh, of course,” I said, patting her on the shoulder. “You are a she-devil. He should know better than to mess around with you.” Then I paused for a moment. “So, uh, what time tomorrow then?” “Oh, around 8pm,” said my wife, trying to sound casual. Then she dashed off the bathroom to clean up, singing a pop song about milkshakes in the yard. She hadn’t seemed so girlish in a long time and I tried not to worry about the rumour mill that was certainly churning in all the apartments around us.—
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MOUSY WIFE IN BIKER BARJuly 19, 2019
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By Gustav Jorgenson
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“Honey, you know how I have been trying to convince you to dress more, uh, provocatively when we go out?” asked Milton, gulping with nervousness as he addressed his wife, Sophie. “Um, yes. But you know I’m not that kind of woman, dear,” said Sophie softly, looking down at her tea as she stirred it. “But you have such a sexy body,” urged Milton. “You should show it off more. Look, I stopped by the mall and bought you a tube dress to try on.” He held up a shopping bag toward his wife. “Oh, god, are you serious?” giggled Sophie, bowing her head to avoid her husband’s inquiring gaze and pushing the hair behind her ear. “You know I’m too shy to wear some sexy dress in public.” “Look, can’t you just do it for me, darling?” pleaded Milton, his cock stiffening at the idea of his meek wife strutting around in this revealing outfit. Sophie peeked at her husband and laughed nervously, “I’ll try it on, but I won’t promise to wear it out to the bar tonight,” she said, taking the bag from her husband and scurrying off to thebedroom.
Milton followed her down the hall but wasn’t surprised when his wife shut and locked the bedroom door behind her. She was a remarkably modest women and didn’t like for Milton to watch her change. He paced back and forth in the hall while she dressed, his palms sweating and his penis quivering at the thought of Sophie’s curves barely contained by the tight dress. “Oh this will never do, Milton,” called Sophie through the locked door. “It’s too tight.” “Let me see,” said Milton, practically jumping up and down withanticipation.
“I don’t even have a strapless bra to wear with it,” complainedSophie.
“Let me see,” repeating Milton. “I feel slutty,” whimpered Sophie in a small voice. “Just open the door, honey, please,” pleaded Milton. He waited for a moment, with his ear to the door, but he heard nothing. Finally there was a click as Sophie unlocked the door and he rushed into the room. “My God, you look amazing,” he gushed as he admired Sophie’s hourglass figure. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her large breasts seemed on the verge of spilling out of the top of the snug black dress at any moment. The dress clung to her curves, perfectly outlining her narrow waist and wide hips and was so short that it just barely covered her crotch, leaving her shapely legs entirely exposed. Sophie was blushing furiously and alternated between tugging the top of the dress up to keep her boobs in check and then tugging at the hem to keep her crotch from peeking out. “Oh this is just impossible,” gasped Sophie in exasperation. “I don’t have a bra to go with this and my boobs are going to pop out any second,” she complained, pushing her heavy framed glassesback up her nose.
“Please honey, you look simply delectable,” begged Milton, getting down on his knees dramatically. “This has been a real fantasy of mine for a long time. To show the world how gorgeous my meek and nerdywife really is.”
“Hey, who are you calling a nerd? I thought you were trying to butter me up,” said Sophie, taking her husband’s face in her hands, and looking down at him tenderly. Milton said nothing and just gazed up at his wife with hope in hiseyes.
“Oh jeez, not the puppy dog eyes,” said Sophie, covering her face. “Ok, ok, I will do it for you. But we need to go someplace quiet and dark,” she said giggling in confusion. “I know just the place,” exclaimed Milton, jumping to his feet. “That little Roadhouse bar down by the freeway. No one will know usthere.”
“Ew, I don’t know,” said Sophie with hesitation. “That place seems a little run down.” “I stopped in there once with some fellows from work. It was very, uh, rustic. There were hardly any people in there. And the beer wascheap.”
“Ok, I know this is important for you, but if I feel too uncomfortable, I want to leave right away, ok?” asked Sophie. She gulped with anxiety at the thought of going out in public in this skimpy dress. She felt practically naked and it filled her stomachwith butterflies.
“Absolutely, whatever you say,” said Milton eagerly as they headedout to the car.
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When they arrived at the Roadhouse bar, the gravel parking lot was overflowing with Harley Davidsons. “Whoa, look at all these motorcycles,” said Sophie with trepidation. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “Um, yeah, I don’t know,” said Milton as he parked the car. “It looks like a biker convention.” They sat for a moment watching the unsavory crowd milling in and out of the bar. They were mostly grizzled men in beaten up leather jackets, all with a skeleton logos on the back. But there was an occasional women amongst them, looking haggard and smoking cigarettes. One of the women noticed Milton and Sophie sitting in their car and approached them with a ragged smile. Sophie rolled down her window as the woman approached. “Whatsa matter, you two? Afraid to come in?” asked the woman with a grin that revealed some missing teeth. She had bags under her eyes and her breath stunk of beer and tobacco. “Don’t be nervous. We might look rough, but we are just as harmless as kittens.” Then the women noticed Sophie’s dress and she whistled with surprising lewdness. “Ooo, girl, look at those ta-tas. Ha, ha. Come on in, the boys will get a big kick out of you in that little black dress, I’ll tell you what.” “That’s what I’m afraid of,” admitted Sophie, tugging self-consciously at the top of her dress. “Oh, don’t worry, I will take care of you, pudding. Just stick with me,” said the woman, opening the car door for Sophie and helping her out with a bawdy wink. “I know all these old boys and they won’t lay a finger on you without your say so.” “Um, thank you,” said Sophie, looking back over her shoulder as her husband quickly climbed out of the car and scampered after them. “They call me Buttercup, what’s your name, sweetie?” asked the woman as she locked arms with Sophie and headed toward the entrance ofthe bar.
The dilapidated woman sported a leather jacket with the ubiquitous skeleton, a short denim skirt, and cowboy boots. She crunched across the uneven gravel of the parking lot casually, providing support to Sophie who teetered along beside her in unfamiliar heels. “I’m Sophie, and this is my husband, Milton,” said Sophie, as Milton caught up with them breathlessly. Buttercup pursed her thin, dry lips and tutted at Milton, taking in his pink polo shirt, dockers, and hair plastered to one side. “Hrmph, the boys won’t like him much,” she muttered to Sophie. Sophie gave Buttercup a look of concern and didn’t notice that all the bikers by the entrance had stopped to stared at her. “What’s up, hot stuff?” asked one huge bearded, bear of a man, leering at Sophie and ignoring Milton entirely. Milton felt his arms pits growing damp with fear at the sight of this huge rough man accosting his wife and was relieved when Buttercup intervened. “Put it back in your pants, there, Tiny,” snapped Buttercup sharply. “Sophie here is my pal and I am takin’ her straight toRogan.”
Tiny’s pals guffawed loudly and slapped him on the back as he cringed under Buttercup’s tongue lashing. Milton felt his relief draining away as he considered her words. “Err, wait, who isRogan?” he asked.
“Rogan is the boss of these mutts,” said Buttercup, putting her nose in the air as she led the nervous couple through the crowded bar, pushing through clumps of big, sweaty bikers. “He is just going to eat. Sophie. Up,” she cackled. Milton realized that as worn-down as the woman looked, she probably was no older than he or Sophie. All the men stopped and ogled Sophie as she passed by with her jiggling, unconstrained boobs and she kept tugging awkwardly at the top of her dress, her head bowed meekly, afraid to make eye contact. Milton was starting to have second thoughts about this whole experiment. When he fantasized about showing his wife off to other men, he always pictured nice, upper class professional men like himself, not these rough, poorly dressed motorcycle hooligans. In fact, Milton didn’t even feel safe here amongst these animals and stuck close to Buttercup’s side for protection since she seemed to have some power over them. “Go get us some beers and make your yourself useful, Myron,” said Buttercup to Milton dismissively. “It’s, uh, Milton, actually,” said Milton raising a finger in objection. But Buttercup just ignored him and hustled his wife away through the crowd. He and a couple of other men stopped to stare at Sophie’s round buttocks, snugly encased in her tight dress. “Look at that sweet, sweet, ass,” said one wiry biker to Milton, clapping him on the shoulder roughly. “Yes, that’s my wife,” said Milton. “So you might want to be a bit more respectful.” “Har, har, respectful, huh,” laughed the thin man in Milton’s face. “Well if you are tapping that ass, then I guess you deserve a bit of respect, cheers,” said the man, holding up his beer in a salute before taking a long sloppy draught. Milton cast a brief glance at the beer dribbling out the corners of this fellow’s mouth and took that opportunity to scurry off to the bar and fetch some beers for himself, his wife and Buttercup. Meanwhile, Buttercup lead Sophie to a table at the back of the bar where a group of men stood talking by a battered pool table. One man in his forties stood out among the rest and was clearly the leader. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a square jaw. He wore a neatly trimmed beard and long hair that went past his shoulders. His skeleton jacket has specials emblems on the front and the other men seemed to defer to him. “Rogan, look what I brought for you,” said Buttercup, pushing her way into the group with Sophie by her side. “Her name isSophie!”
Conversation stopped short and the coarse group fell silent as all eyes were fixed on Sophie’s body. Her cheeks flushed prettily and she bowed her head as the men brazenly looked her body up and down. “Holy fuck, Buttercup,” grunted Rogen in appreciation. “Where did you find this slutty little nerd? She is built like a goddamn brick shithouse.” The men all broke out in raucous laughter as Sophie giggled nervously and hid her face in her hands. “Come now, fellows,” tittered Sophie into her hand. “You are making me self conscious.” “Oh, darlin’, they are just playing with you,” said Buttercup, putting her arm around Sophie consolingly. “I thought you would be used to that sort of thing with a body like that.” “Oh, I never dress this way,” admitted Sophie, peeking over at Buttercup who gave her an encouraging smile. “It was my husband’s idea.” “Your husband?” cried Rogan. “Where the fuck is he at?” “Right here, right here,” said Milton, edging his way into the circle of ruffians with three beers clasped in his hands. The group took one look at him in his pink shirt and khakis and broke out laughing in unison. He glanced around the group fearfully as he handed Buttercup and Sophie their beers. “Thank you, honey,” said Sophie quietly, taking the drink. She turned away slightly to take a big gulp, hoping it would calm her nerves. Her heart was pounding madly in her chest. “Let me get this straight,” said Rogan, stepping closer to Sophie while looking Milton in the eye. “You dressed up your timid little wife like a whore and decided to take her down to hang out with a gang of bikers? What the fuck were you thinking, man?” Rogan shot Milton a winning smile and shook his head in disbelief. “Ah, well, I wouldn’t say that she looks like a whore exactly,” objected Milton, holding up one finger. His pulse was racing but he felt that he had to stick up for his wife in this group of churlishmen.
“Maybe not a whore, but she sure does have the goods on full display,” interjected Buttercup. She slipped behind Sophie and shook her by the shoulders, making Sophie’s generous bosom shimmy and jiggle. Sophie squealed with surprise as the shaking caused her rebellious top to slip down, exposing her gorgeous white cleavage. She caught it just before it slipped down past her nipples. While the men hooted and made ribald comments. “Stop it, Buttercup, my boobs are popping out,” gasped Sophie, her face burning with embarrassment. “Yup, your wife sure has a sweet set of knockers on her,” said Rogan, nodding with approval. “Um, you all keep talking about about me in the third person,” offered Sophie softly. She kept her chin tucked down as she wriggled her top back up into place. “Oh, I’m sorry, little lady,” said Rogan, stepping closer. He took Sophie’s chin gently in his big rough hand and tilted her head up so that her could fix with a piercing gaze. Sophie gasped in response as she found herself drawn into Rogan’s cold blue eyes. “You have a lovely pair of tits. White, big, and jiggly. Just as Ilike ‘em.”
Sophie gulped in amazement and felt a tickle of arousal in her belly as this big strong man took her face in his hand and spoke so suggestively. The group snickered and muttered amongst themselves inresponse.
“Now, err, that’s quite improper,” objected Milton impotently as he watched this big oaf manhandling his poor wife. Rogan ignored Milton and continued on, holding Sophie’s head up to maintain her gaze. “Yup, your tits are making my dick real hard right about now,” he told her. “What do you think of that?” Rogan reached down with his other hand and shamelessly adjusted the growing lump in his jeans. “Um, I guess that’s flattering in a way,” admitted Sophie, feeling locked into Rogan’s stare. She put her hands over her breasts unconsciously to hide her stiffening nipples. “Come now, that’s really beyond the pale,” protested Milton. He summoned his courage and tapped Rogan on the shoulder. “Please unhand my wife, sir,” he said, fighting the nauseous fear in hisgut.
There was a collective inhalation as a hush fell over the group. Rogan released Sophie’s face from his grip and turned to face Milton, drawing himself up to full height and glowering down at the indignanthusband.
“Do you have any idea who I am, little man?” asked Rogan quietly. “I’m the leader around here. I’m the fucking alpha male. I snap my fingers and this bunch here would grab you and breakyou in two!”
Milton’s chin quivered in fear, but he glanced over at his shocked wife, looking on anxiously and he gathered his wits about him. “Be that as it may,” he stammered. “Sophie is my wife and you shouldn’t talk to her that way. It’s impolite,” insisted Milton, meeting Rogan’s stern gaze though his face shook like jelly and his gut was writhing with eels. Rogan’s face dropped in bald amazement and he turned in a full circle with his arms spread, silently imploring everyone to take notice. A larger group formed around the little circle as bikers all crowded in, craning their heads to see and whispering feverishly to inquire what was happening. “You know what?” Rogan asked the crowd. “This little man has a big pair of stones on him, I’ll tell you what,” he said pointing at Milton. “I wouldn’t have thunk it, but there it is. A big old pair of stones.” There was a pregnant pause as the group seemed to hold it’s breath. Rogan relished the moment while Milton stood there, knees shaking, and then he broke out into a broad grin and gave a deep belly laugh. The crowd exhaled as one as Rogan slapped his knee in delight. “Which one of you tough guys would stand up to me like that? I ask you,” laughed Rogan, wiping a tear from his eye. He came over and put his arm around Milton, crushing him to his side in a an iron grip. “What’s your name, there?” he asked.“Milton.”
“You are alright in my book, Milton,” said Rogan as the crowd started to thin out, realizing that no violence was at hand. “Now what’s the problem between us? Am I being too rude for you?” “Well, Sophie is my wife, after all,” said Milton reasonably. “It’s only appropriate for me to ask other men to treat her withdignity.”
“Dignity,” said Rogan, pursing his lips and furrowing his brow in thought. He released Milton from his grip and rubbed his chin inthought.
“He just wants you to be more polite,” explained Sophie primly. “Oh Rogan don’t mean no harm,” put in Buttercup, suppressing a smile. “He just follows the old adage, treat a lady like a whore and a whore like a lady.” “Har, har, I sure do, Miss Buttercup. By your leave ma’am, I surely do,” responded Rogan with a twinkle in his eye as he kissed Buttercup’s hand to the delight of the group. Bikers pounded each other on the shoulder as Rogan teased Buttercup. “Oh you rascal, you go on, I know what I am,” laughed Buttercup, withdrawing her hand. “Ok, Sophie, I beg your pardon, ma’am,” said Rogan, gripping his crotch as he looked Sophie up and down. “Let me start over, can I? My name is Rogan, and it is a real pleasure to meet you,” he held out his hand to Sophie. Sophie glanced at her husband nervously and hesitantly took Rogan’s hand. “Hello, Rogan. I am pleased to make your acquaintance,” she said, feeling excitement building inside her. Rogan put her hand to his lips and kissed it delicately while he fixed her with an intense gaze, making Sophie’s heart flutter madly. “May I say that your dress is very flattering to your figure?” he asked. “I hope that’s not too forward.” The group snickered inresponse.
“Um, no, uh, thank you very much,” replied Sophie, tugging at her top to keep her breasts in check. She could feel the group staring at her erect nipples that were poking plainly through the thin fabric. “You know, Rogan, since you like Sophie’s figure so much, you should invite her back to the clubhouse so that she can give you a better look at it,” suggested Buttercup taking a drag of acigarette.
“That’s a fine idea, Buttercup,” replied Rogan, rubbing his hands together. “But you know she would need to go through her initiation first.” “Of course, of course,” said Buttercup, frowning judiciously and shaking her head. “No women in the clubhouse until they go through initiation. I know the rules.” “What does the initiation entail?” asked Sophie. “Let me try to say this politely, so I don’t offend your husband,” said Rogan while his fellow chortled knowingly all around. “We don’t normally allow women in the clubhouse unless they show their loyalty and that they got nothing to hide.” “I’m not sure I like the sound of this,” said Milton, the sweat beading on his forehead. “Well men can’t come in at all unless they are full members,” said Buttercup blowing smoke in Milton’s face dismissively. “Now, now, Buttercup, this is true. But our friend Milton has shown his worth. He is a solid man who stood right up to me to defend his wife’s honor, so he’s earned his entrance,” said Rogan drawing himself upright. “Well, uh, thank you,” said Milton, feeling an unaccountable senseof relief.
“But how do I show that I am loyal and have nothing to hide?”asked Sophie.
“You got to strip down naked in front of the whole gang and then go down on Rogan while everyone watches,” said Buttercup simply, taking a puff of her cigarette. “Piece of cake. I did it years agomyself.”
“You sure did,” said Rogan eyeing Buttercup lewdly. “That’s a hummer I won’t ever forget.” “Surely you’re joking,” stammered Milton, his stomach droppingat the thought.
“I can barely stand everyone looking at me in this dress. I couldn’t get naked in front of a bunch of strangers,” gaspedSophie in distress.
“You are afraid to get naked for the gang, but you wouldn’t mind the part where you get to suck on my, uh, penis, though, huh?” said Rogan, wagging his eyebrows at Sophie suggestively. She bowed her head, her cheeks bright with shame, and said nothing. She cast a furtive glance at Rogan’s bulge and had to admit she was fascinated by the idea of sucking on his member while her husband watched. Rogan’s raw animalistic machismo exerted a great attraction over her. She found herself yearning to service the charismatic gang leader. “Look, honey, you can wear this Mardi-Gra mask that covers your eyes and leaves your mouth free for business,” said Buttercup. “You would be surprised how bold you can be hiding behind a mask.” “This is just preposterous. There is no way that I can agree to this,” sputtered Milton indignantly, shaking a scolding finger atRogan.
“Milton, Milton, Milton,” coaxed Rogan, his inner eyebrows raised in show of sincerity. “This is the ritual of our tribe. I mean, tribes have had rituals since time immemorial.” The bikers chortled with mirth at Rogan’s grandiose language. “Rituals,” spat Milton dismissively. “Sure, when the woman disrobes before us, she reveals that she has nothing to hide from the group and that we can trust her. Then she shows her fealty to her lord by going down on her knees before him. Once she performs her, uh, duties, then she gets anointed with my seed and she is truly one of us,” said Rogan to general guffaws ofdelight.
Milton looked with disdain at the fat bearded bikers wiping tears of laughter from their eyes all around him and sniffed at the stink of stale beer, sweat, and cigarettes. “We didn’t come here so Sophie could join a biker gang,” complained Milton. “This is ridiculous.” “Well why did you come here, sugar?” asked Buttercup, squinting at Milton with raw malice. “Why did you doll up your wife in that getup that would make a hooker blush?” Milton was taken aback by the question and he was at a loss for words. “I know why,” said Buttercup with a cold laugh. “You wanted to show off her gorgeous body to other men. Admit it.” “That’s true, dear,” piped up Sophie cautiously after Milton stood there gaping for a moment. “But, but, it’s one thing to wear a slinky dress, and it’s quite another to strip completely naked,” objected Milton weakly. But his penis was already stiffening again at the thought of it. “I see your little weiner stirring in your trousers there,” cackled Buttercup. “You want to show off your woman, then show her off properly. Don’t be half-assed about it. Just admit that you’re a fucking pervert and go whole hog.” Milton just stared at the harridan in shock, the blood draining from his face as he realized that she was right. He did want to show his woman off, and he would love for her to parade around naked in front of a bunch of men but he was too ashamed to admit it. And he didn’t like the idea of the men being this rough crew of bikers. He would prefer clean cut college educated men. “Har, har, she’s a hellcat, ain’t she?” laughed Rogan, slapping his thigh in amusement. “You can’t fuck with Buttercup, I’ll tell you what.” “Even if I could agree to the stripping,” began Milton, his palms slick with sweat. “I couldn’t agree to let her give you a, ablowjob.”
“Oh, listen to you, you little prude,” scoffed Buttercup waving her cigarette around. “You think Sophie never had another man’s dick in her mouth?” “Let’s not go down that path,” mumbled Sophie, tapping Buttercup’s arm in warning. Buttercup cast her a sidelong glance and changed her tack. “Ok, look, Milton. A blowjob is nothing at all. Why it’s just a friendly gesture that a woman does for a man. There’s nothing to get bent out of shape over.” “Pish, posh,” said Milton nervously. “Look Milton, I respect your opinion in this matter, but at the end of the day, shouldn’t we really be asking your wife what she thinks of all this?” asked Rogan with a broad grin. “Um, well, I do like the mask idea. I remember in anthropology class they talked about the transformational power of masks. I can explore a wilder identity, channel the trickster spirits,” she said with awan smile.
“Oh my god,” replied Milton, his face pale and his gut full of ice. “What have I gotten us into?” “Quit your belly achin’, we can all see the stiffy in your pants you little pervert,” laughed Buttercup. “Come on, Sophie, you’re gonna have a ball turning this trick.” “No, no, you take Milton, I’ll take Sophie on my bike,” said Rogan, smoothly taking Sophie by the arm and whisking her away. “Back to the clubhouse!” bellowed a huge biker beside Milton. And soon the whole crowd was chanting, “Back to the clubhouse,” as they parted to allow Rogan to pass with Milton’s wife teetering along beside him, clutching at the top of her dress to keep her tits from spilling out. Then the whole gang filed out behind their leader and Milton watched in sick fascination. He really had underestimated how serious this situation was. “Come on then, numbnuts. Let’s go. Just follow the boys, and don’t get lost,” said Buttercup with contempt, pawing her straw like hair out of her face as she lead Milton out of the bar. Milton walking into a wall of insane cacophony as forty or fifty Harley Davidsons all revved up at once. He clapped his hands to his ears in pain and ran to his car to follow the gang back to their secret lair. He watched with nauseous jealousy as Rogan drove away with Sophie on the back of his bike, clinging to him for dear life as theyroared away.
Milton, followed the motorcyclists for just a short drive until they came to a innocuous dirt road that led back into the woods for a few hundred yards. There they came to a large asphalt lot and a modest wooden lodge building. Milton parked his car and squirmed through the crowd of milling bikers to get inside. They looked at him strangely but stepped aside to let him pass until he got to the front door where his path was blocked by Tiny, the huge fellow that Buttercup had chided on the way into the bar earlier. “You can’t come in here, little man,” said Tiny, towering over Milton threateningly. “Rogan said I could,” insisted Milton defiantly, and everyone within earshot hushed when he said it. “Oh, yeah, is that right?” said Tiny. “How about if I call him up here and ask him myself?” “Please do,” said Milton and several big men whistled with surprise at his brashness. Tiny deflated slightly and seemed a bit querulous as he poked his head back into the lodge and called for Rogan. Rogan appeared instantly and beamed when he saw Milton. “Milton, come in, come in. I am glad you found the place. I want you to stand up front next to me so you have a good view when I put my cock in your wife’s mouth,” he laughed, pounding Milton on the shoulder heavily and leading him inside. The front of the lodge was one big hall with folding tables and chairs all around. There were deer heads mounted on the walls and huge cases stocked with automatic weapons of all kinds. When Milton saw the arsenal, he recalled suddenly that motorcycle gangs were often involved in serious crime like drug smuggling and his heart started pounding with anxiety. At the back of the hall Milton noticed a full bar as Rogan lead Milton to the center of the room. “Bring out the slut!” bellowed Rogan as the gang formed a ragged circle all around them. “No offense intended of course,” said Rogan conversationally to Milton as an aside. Sophie suddenly appeared at the edge of the crowd, wearing a slightly tattered Mardi Gras mask with peacock feathers that covered her eyes. Buttercup lead her hesitantly to the center to stand beforeRogan and Milton.
“Take off that dress, little lady and show the boys what you got,”said Rogan.
“I don’t think I can do this, Rogan,” stammered Sophie, glancing over at her husband nervously. “Oh, come on, now,” said Rogan reaching over and pulling her under his arm affectionately. “Looky here, the boys are all eager to see some poontang,” he said gesturing around the room at the collected ruffians surrounding them. Milton looked at the feral gang licking their chops expectantly and gulped in apprehension. “Besides, no one will recognize you in that mask. Heck, no one here would recognize you even without the mask.” “That’s true, but I still feel weird doing this in front of so many strange men. Can’t we go in a back room and do it with just you and I?” she asked glancing around the room at the dirty beardedmen all around.
“Hey, hey, there will be time for that later, little darling,” laughed Rogan, sharing a knowing glance with Buttercup. “You heard, that, Milton? Your little wife can’t wait to go one on onewith me.”
“Yeah, uh, I’m not sure I’m ok with that,” stammeredMilton.
“Why don’t you introduce her to some of the boys, so they won’t seem so strange to her,” suggested Buttercup with a sly grin. “Good idea, come on Sophie,” said Rogan, leading her over to one of the big bikers while Milton and Buttercup tagged along behind. “Sophie, this is Tiny. Tiny, meet Sophie.” “Howdy, ma’am,” said Tiny, bowing his head politely. “Sophie her is just dying to show you her snatch, you know,” said Rogan conversationally. “Rogan!” exclaimed Sophie in surprise, blushing madly behind hermask.
“I’d be much obliged to see it, ma’am,” said Tiny. “Go on, show him,” urged Rogan, hiking up the hem of Sophie’s dress to expose her pink panties. “Oh my god,” gasped Sophie, glancing around the room nervously. “You don’t have to do this, honey,” said Milton, trying to hide the fear in his quavering voice. “No, no, I will channel the trickster spirit,” mumbled Sophie as she pulled her panties down, exposing her dark curly bush to the hugebiker.
The fellows on either side crowded around eagerly to see, hooting and whistling in excitement while Milton’s stomach dropped in dread. “Lookit that snatch, willya, boys,” chattered Rogan, bending down to inspect Sophie’s pussy closely while she gingerly held up the hem of her dress so all the bikers could get a good look. He reached out boldly and ran his fingers through her pubic hair, fluffing it out slightly and sending a thrill of arousal through Sophie’s body likean electric shock.
“Now, don’t touch,” mumbled MIlton ineffectually while his own phallus stiffened at the sight of this stranger fingering his wife’sgenitals.
“Hush up, Milton, don’t be a party pooper,” hissed Buttercup. “Get that dress off, Sophie, don’t hold back now. Look how much the boys are enjoying themselves,” said Rogan expansively. Sophie eyed the slavering bikers crowding all around her with trepidation. But it dawned on her that she had a strange sort of control over them as they gazed, mesmerized, at her crotch. It excited her to hold such sway over this rowdy bunch and she willed herself to pull her dress up higher. But she struggled and couldn’t get it off over her head. She turned instinctively to her husband and asked, “I can’t get this off, can you unzip me, dear?” “Um, yes, I guess so,” said Milton as he fumbled to pull his wife’s zipper down and the bikers sniggered at him. “That’s better,” said Sophie and she wriggled out of her dress and stood naked before the group of bikers while they all looked on in awe, silenced for a moment as they drank in the sight of her nudeform.
“Ho-ly shit!” cried Buttercup finally. “Girl, if you ain’t a stripper, you missed your calling!” “No, I’m not a stripper, I’m a CPA,” giggled Sophie, giddy with all the attention as her nipples hardened in the cool breeze. It felt so odd to be standing naked before all these men. She felt her vagina grow moist in response to the lustful stares of the bikers allaround.
Rogan shook his head in admiration and strode forward toward Sophie. “Look at this figure, boys. Perfect hourglass!” he said, standing behind Sophie and running his hands down her sides, past her narrow waist and over her broad hips. Sophie gasped with pleasure as the gang leader ran his calloused hands over her tender body. “Nice narrow waist,” he said, gripping her by the waist firmly and making her squeal with pleasure. “Good, baby-birthing hips,” he continued, sliding his hands down over her soft hips. Milton looked on in sick fascination as his wife was man-handled and put on display for all this hoodlums, his penis throbbing stiffly in his pants. “And check out these titties!” Rogan cupped Sophie’s huge white breasts in his hands and pinched her pink nipples between her fingers while the men all cooed with appreciation. He ground his stiffening bulge up against her delicate bottom and Sophie felt his penis prodding betweenher butt cheeks.
“Let’s see the ass!” begged Tiny, gripping his jock shamelessly as he looked Sophie up and down. “Show em, honey, show em that ass,” said Rogan, taking Sophie by the shoulder and spinning her around forcefully. She gulped and bent over slightly so that the men could get a good look and Rogan reached around to slap on round cheek playfully. “Nice bounce on that ass,” he commented, patting each cheek in turn. “Nice and round. You are a lucky man, Milton,” he said looking over at Milton with animpish grin.
“Err, yes, I know,” said Milton, struggling to hide his erection from his wife to no avail. “Ooh, honey, you look like you’re really hard,” said Sophie. “No, I’m, uh, not really,” lied Milton. But Sophie reached right over and pinched the bulge in Milton’s pants to determine his arousal for herself. “Yes you are,” she purred. “You like this!” “Bend over a little more, Sophie,” commanded Rogan, and Sophie obediently complied, putting her hands on her knees and jutting her bare ass out toward the circle of admiring bikers. “Shit, look at those pussy lips puffing out like that,” said Rogan, pointed to Sophie’s swollen labia, peeking out between her milky white thighs. He poked a finger into her cunt from behind and Sophie gasped with pleasure. “Oh, Rogan!” she moaned, arching her back to offer herself to him. “You musn’t!” “You’re mouth says no, but your twat is soaking wet,” he chuckled as he sunk a finger deep into her sodden snatch. “You really shouldn’t finger my wife like that,” admonished Milton, nursing his own hardon. “Ok, Milton, ok,” said Rogan. “You are right. Do me a favor though, will you smell my finger?” The men all around broke out in raucous laughter and Milton blushed with embarassment as Rogan held out his index finger toward Milton, still slick with his wife’s juices. “Too squeamish? Oh well, I would have thought you’d have smelled this plenty. Anyway, it’s time for Sophie to suck on my dick and prove her loyalty. Tiny, throw down your jacket so Sophie don’t skin her knees on the concrete.” Tiny eagerly complied, whipping off his jacket and laying it delicately at his leader’s feet. “Now come kneel before me, little lady,” said Rogan offering her hishand.
Sophie, took Rogan’s hand and gazed deep into her husband’s eyes as the gang leader chivalrously helped her to her knees beforehim.
“That’s right, look your husband in the eyes and unzip my fly,” commanded Rogan, grinning evilly over at Milton who could only gulp helplessly in return as he watched his wife obediently unfastenRogan’s belt.
“I’m just going to suck it a little bit, dear,” explained Sophie to Milton as she yanked down on Rogan’s fly and his stiff penis came popping out, hitting her in the face unexpectedly. “Oh my goodness, it’s so veiny!” she exclaimed naively while the bikers all chortled and poked each other in the ribs. “I hope it’s not too scary,” said Rogan gently, putting his hand on Sophie’s head and guiding his dick toward her mouth. “No, I like it, it’s rough and tough looking,” she tittered to the delight of the crowd before eagerly taking Rogan’s glans into her mouth and sucking fitfully on it. “Ahh, yeah, that a girl,” he sighed in pleasure, looking over at Milton with satisfaction while Sophie vigorously fellated him. Milton looked on in enthrallment while Sophie licked Rogan’s veiny shaft, slurped on his swollen head and lapped obediently at his hairy balls with the bikers shouting encouragement all the while. “Look at her go!” exclaimed Rogan, turning to Milton and gesturing down at his wife’s passionately blowjob. “She sure is eager to prove her loyalty to me!” “Yes, err, she is being quite thorough, isn’t she?” admitted Milton sadly while Sophie tugged urgently on Rogan’s shaft while sucking hard on the head of his cock. “Yep, that’s enough, now lay on your back, and spread ‘em for me,” said Rogan suddenly. “Wait, the deal was for a blowjob only!” squawked Milton shrilly. But Sophie eagerly lay on her back while another biker gallant tucked his jacket beneath her head as a pillow. She looked up at Rogan with a smoldering gaze of desire and spread her legs for him ardently. “Oh, yeah, you are right,” said Rogan, snapping his fingers and swinging his stiff cock around. “I forgot. Sorry, Sophie. We had a deal after all. Only a blowjob. No fucking.” “Uh, no, please, I want it,” grunted Sophie, spreading her labia for him desperately, exposing her pink inner snatch while the bikers crowded around and hooted like deranged primates. “You want what, Sophie?” asked Rogan, pretending ignorance, while he stroked his rod and gazed down at her moist hole, spread open insupplication.
“I want you inside me!” she gasped, squirming in anticipation and arching her back to make her pussy more available to him. “Sophie, how could you?” cried Milton in despair. “Please, Milton, can’t we do it just this once? I’m so horny!” begged Sophie, thrusting her pelvis back and forth inyearning.
“Well, it’s up to you my friend,” said Rogan, slapping Milton on the shoulder heavily with one hand while he held his stiff quivering phallus in the other. “Want me to plow your old lady for you?” “Oh, jesus,” groaned Milton, covering his face with his hand. “Is that a yes?” coaxed Rogan, bending down to peer up at Milton. “Ugh, yes, do it and get it over with,” mumbled Milton, pushingRogan away.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought you’d say,” said Rogan, dropping his trousers and climbing onto Milton’s waiting wife. “Oh, God, yes! That’s so good,” cried Sophie lustily as Rogan slid his thick cock inside her. The bikers all clapped and cheered at Sophie’s exclamations of passion while Rogan started pumpingaway.
Milton looked down at Rogan’s back as the big biker thrust his manhood in and out of Sophie’s tight hole. His muscular buttocks were framed by Sophie’s pale thighs and calves, spread wide to receive him. Her thin white arms encircled the his broad, tan back as she clung to him and her head was tossed to the side in abandon while she grunted and moaned loudly under each pounding jab of the biker’s dick inside her. Milton was spellbound watching his meek little wife gibbering madly as an orgasm overtook her. “I’m coming inside you baby!” shouted Rogan as he ground his pelvis down upon her, pushing himself in even deeper than before toloose his seed.
Milton watched in a daze as Rogan climbed off of Sophie and raised his arms triumphantly to the cheers of his gang, his dick slick with cum and slowly deflated as he turned proudly in a circle. Then he came over and shook Milton’s hand, grabbing it and pumping it cordially. “You and your wife are always welcome here, my friend. That’s the tightest snatch I’ve had in months, I’ll tell you what. And she really appreciates a good fuck, if you know what I mean. She really shows her gratitude,” gushed Rogan. Milton just stared at him dumbfounded and said nothing. Tiny and another fellow bent down and helped Sophie sit up. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal and her mask was nowhere to be seen. The big biker whispered in her ear and she nodded happily. The next thing Milton knew, she was on all fours, sucking Tiny’s cock while a small wiry biker was dicking her from behind, gripping her hips and humping away like a little dog. “Jesus Christ,” exclaimed Milton at the sight. “Oh, don’t get bent out of shape,” chuckled Rogan, bending down to retrieve his pants. “Of course the boys are going to take turns with her. It’s to be expected. She’s loving it, look at her.” Milton look on in a daze as Sophie grunted and moaned with pleasure while she sucked and fucked bikers two at a time. In return, they spurted jism in her mouth on her ass, inside her womb, in her hair, on her back, on her boobs, in her face, and basically all over her until she was practically coated in cum. Milton found himself kneeling before her at one point while she sucked his own penis mindlessly, barely aware that she was servicing her own husband, in her stupor of lust. He looked down as her lips, slick with the semen of other men, wrapped around his shaft and he shot his own load right down her throat which she gulped down greedily. She looked up then in gratitude and recognized Milton. “Oh, it’s you! You sure gave me a healthy mouthful there! You must be enjoying the show. I’m glad you finally took your turn. I didn’t want you to be left out,” she said sweetly. “Uh, yes, thank you,” said Milton at a loss for words, shocked at the chunky globs of ejaculate dripping from Sophie’s hair. After some indeterminate amount of time, all the bikers had taken one or two turns fucking and jizzing on Sophie and they all milled around drinking beers and chatting good naturedly, basking in post-orgasm good spirits. Buttercup came over and helped Sophie to her feet and she was soon drinking beer and conversing with the bikers still completely unselfconscious about being naked and covered in semen. Milton approached the group where Sophie was laughing with Tiny, Rogan, Buttercup and some other thugs. “Err, shouldn’t you cover up or something, dear?” asked Miltonnervously.
“Ha, really, darling, it’s hardly a time to feign modesty after I’ve had messy sex with practically every man in the room,” laughed Sophie, tucking a cum-soaked lock of hair behind her ear. “Ha, ha, yes, quite,” stammered Milton as the group broke outlaughing.
“Here, we got something for you to wear though,” said Rogan, gesturing to Buttercup with his beer. “Oh, yeah,” grinned Buttercup, producing a leather vest. She held it up for display the back which had the skeleton logo of the gang along with the words “Property of…” at the top and then “Official Fuck Slut” at the bottom. “Wow, that’s classy,” teased Sophie. “Is that for me?” “Yup,” said Buttercup, helping Sophie into the vest. “You are property of the club now.” “That’s wonderful,” muttered Milton sardonically. “Your friends will be impressed.” “Oh my god, imagine if I showed this vest to my friends?” gasped Sophie with a laugh. “They would be simple scandalized.” “And they wouldn’t even believe that it was true,” agreed Miltonglumly.
“Thank you so much, I will always cherish this,” said Sophie, kissing Buttercup on the cheek with a twinkle in her eye. “You got to be careful, wearing that in public, though,” warned Rogan. “That vest grants any member the right to stop you and demand sex wherever you may be and you are required to comply. That’s the deal. In return, you receive our protection.” “Uh, ok, got it,” laughed Sophie. “I feel so safe now,” she told her husband, suppressing a smile. “Yes, so do I,” said Milton, eyeing the gun racks in trepidation. “Look, I think we should be going now.” “Ok, dear, I agree, I am simply exhausted from all that sucking and fucking,” chirped Sophie with a sly grin. “Uh, yeah,” replied Milton, rubbing his head in confusion. “How does it feel to be such a massive cuckold?” leered Buttercup, giving Milton a sneer. “Lay off him, Buttercup. He was a good sport. But you come here, Sophie,” said Rogan, grabbing Sophie and giving her a deep passionate kiss. “You are a damn good fuck, little lady. Don’t be a stranger now. I want to see you back here soon so that I can useyou for sex.”
“Yessir,” replied Sophie, saluting smartly. “Darling, it warmed my heart to see you down there fucking all those boys like a champ. I feel like you became a woman today,” said Buttercup, holding Sophie at arm’s length and looking her naked body up and down. She shook Sophie’s shoulders and make her cum-slicked boobs jiggle and bounce, the sight of which made Milton’s penis stiffen again slightly and he noticed all the other men of the group paying particular attention as well. “Gosh, uh, thank you, Buttercup,” said Sophie awkwardly, crossing her hands over her sodden bush. “Um, did you see my dress anywhere? It’s time to go.” “Oh, honey, that old thing is all trampled and torn, you should just scoot out of here in your birthday suit,” said Buttercup, shakingher head.
“Really, wow, ok,” said Sophie, looking at her husband with araised eyebrow.
“I guess it doesn’t matter much at this point, just duck down in the seat and I will pull right into the garage when we get home,” said Milton, throwing up his hands. Several more men stopped Sophie to kiss and grope her as she and Milton made their way through the crowd toward the door. Milton stood by watching uncomfortably as random men took their liberties with her, pinching her nipples, grasping her bare buttocks, and fingering her twat as she giggled and pushed them away affectionately. Finally they made it out into the cool night air and Milton breathed a sigh ofrelief.
“Ooh, the semen feels cold out here, I can feel it all over,” commented Sophie matter-of-factly as she reached back and delicately extracted a sticky mass from between her butt cheeks. “Thanks for sharing,” replied Milton snarkily. “Don’t be like that, darling,” pouted Sophie as they approached the car. “It’s not my fault things got a little out of hand thisevening.”
“A little out of hand?” croaked Milton, opening the door for her. “That’s the understatement of the year. Ugh, do we have anything to put on the seat. You are going to get, uh, jism all overeverything.”
“Oh, well, just take the car in for detailing tomorrow,” she replied breezily as she flopped down on the seat. Milton was pensive on the ride home and Sophie was elated, riding an intense endorphin high of the sort she had never known. “That was the most incredible experience of my life,” chirped Sophie as the streetlamp light intermittently illuminated her nakedbody.
“I’m still trying to come to terms with it,” admitted Milton, struggling with a combination of jealousy, shame, and arousal. “I actually feel pretty nauseous right now.” “Poor baby, I will make you a nice mint tea when we get home,” said Sophie, patting Milton on the hand to comfort him. He smiled crookedly at his caring wife and it struck him how odd it was to contrast their quiet domestic little life with Sophie’s nude, cum-slick body and her greasy motorcycle vest. When they pulled into their driveway, Milton realized that the garage door opening wasn’t working, so they had to park there in front of the garage. “Do you want me to run in and get you a robe?” asked Milton, “Maybe not, I don’t see anyone around,” replied Sophie, looking up and down their silent suburban street, deserted at this late hour. She climbed out of the car and was about the scurry into the house when she practically bumped into their neighbor, Harold, smoking a cigarette in the bushes that separated their two yards. “Oh, shit, sorry,” gasped Harold, trying to hide his cigarette nervously. Then he realized that Sophie was naked except for her vest and his eyes bulged out of his head. “Harold! Does Diane know you are smoking out here?” cried Sophie in shock. “I thought you quit last year.” “Please don’t tell her,” begged Harold, unable to pull his eyes away from Sophie’s tits bouncing with her indignation. “Um, why aren’t you dressed?” “Don’t change the subject, Harold, this is a serious matter,” said Sophie, trying unsuccessfully to pull the vest closed to cover her boobs. She resorted to crossing her arms over her chest to hide her stiff nipples. “You promised your family that you would quitsmoking.”
“It’s a terrible addiction, Sophie, you don’t understand,” protested Harold as he stared at Sophie’s exposed bush, visible inthe moonlight.
“Harold, stop staring at my vagina and look me in the eye,” demanded Sophie. “You owe it your loved ones to care for youhealth.”
“You’re right, dear, but let’s harangue Harold about this tomorrow,” said Milton diplomatically, slipping around the car and leading his wife back toward the house. “And stop staring at my bottom! You should be ashamed of yourself,” scolded Sophie over her shoulder as Harold gaped in amazement at the message on the back of her vest and then down at herround, ripe, rump.
“I’m, I’m sorry, Sophie,” called Harold. “I mean, I begyour pardon!”
“The nerve of that man!” cried Sophie as Milton let her into the house. “Leering at my body like that with a filthy cigarette in his hand as he slowly makes a widow of his poor wife. “Well, darling, be reasonable, I mean, you are practically naked,” said Milton, taking a paper towel and dabbing at the cum on Sophie’s chest. “Darling, you are mess, you need to go jump in the shower and wash this grotesque biker seed off yourself.” “It’s not grotesque, I like it,” said Sophie, capturing a glob that dangled from her nipple and putting it her mouth seductively. “Tastes like ox roast,” she said devilishly. “Oh my god, you terrible,” laughed Milton in shock. “Do you think Harold wants to fuck me?” asked Sophie over her shoulder as she headed off to the bathroom. “Well I could hardly blame him if he did,” said Milton, trailing after her down the hall. “Hhmm, go tell him that I will keep quiet about his cigarette if he comes over and scrubs my back in the shower,” said Sophie as she turned on the shower faucet. “Uh, wait a minute, are you serious?” asked Milton, his penis awakening again at the transgressive idea. “I sure am, unless you are too afraid?” asked Sophie with an arched brow as she tossed her vest aside and stepped under the steamy stream of fresh water. Milton stood indecisively for a moment and then headed back out into the night to make Harold an offer that he was sure he wouldn’trefuse.
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THE CLUELESS HUSBANDJuly 4, 2019
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Sarah knew she was lucky to have a husband who made so much money that she could stay at home and didn’t need to work, but sometimes she got bored. There were only so many lunches with the ladies of the rotary club one can attend in a week. Also, her husband Stephen worked so hard that he frequently was too tired to have sex. So there she was, a bored and horny housewife, a combustible combination. It was a warm day in late September when northern California got it’s yearly heatwave. Sarah used to call this time of year an “Indian Summer” but she knew that didn’t sound right in the politically correct Bay Area, so she tried not to use that phrase. But it was hot so she put on her bikini and was going to head out into the backyard to read a romance novel in the shade when she realized that the landscapers were there working. She looked down at her tiny swimsuit which didn’t leave much to the imagination and then out at the short, stocky latino men, brown skinned and sweating in the sun while they pulled weeds in her flower beds and mowed the lawn. It didn’t really seem proper to go parading half-naked in front of the workmen like this, thought Sarah as she hesitated. Samuel would definitely throw a fit if he caught her doing that. He could be so jealous sometimes. But then again, he wasn’t due home for hours yet, and Sarah rather liked the idea of giving these little mexican landscapers a bit of a thrill. After all, someone ought to appreciate her sexy figure if her husband was going to be too exhausted to pay attention to her. So Sarah put on a wicked grin and nonchalantly strolled right out the sliding glass doors and into the back yard past the workman in her skimpy bikini. Her boobs were bouncing and her ass cheeks were half hanging out, so she tried to hitch up her top and pull her bikini bottom down to cover her rear better as she walked barefoot and self-conscious across the cool green grass. She felt her cheeks blushing as all work ceased and all the dark brown eyes of the lawn gang were fixed on her swaying figure. “Caramba! Mamacita!” exclaimed one fellow in amazement, dropping his hoe as he weeded the flower bed. “Calmate, pinche cabron,” hissed another fellow working by hisside.
Sarah giggled in response. Her Spanish was rusty, but she knew that the second fellow had said a bad word. “¡Hola! Ser educado en torno a una dama,” she said to the one that swore. She was telling him to be polite around a lady and he took his hat off in apology and looked up at her, interested that she could speak his language. “Lo siento, señorita. Lo siento,” he said, apologizingprofusely.
“Señora, Estoy casado,” she replied with a smile, letting him know she was married. “Eso está muy mal,” he teased, suggesting that he wished she weresingle.
Sarah was a few inches taller than little landscaper and as they contemplated each other, she was struck by the differences between them. She was tall, thin, and pale, and he was short, dark, and thickly muscled. He reminded her of a mexican meatball, and he had that twinkle in his eye that some latino men had when they fancied themselves a lady’s man. She didn’t normally go for ethnic types. She had only every dated white guys, but she found this little fellow to be charming. He had an infectious smile. They conversed for a few minutes in Spanish while the other guys went reluctantly back to work, gazing over enviously now and then as their pal chatted up the sexy mistress of the house. Sarah found out that the man’s name was Oscar and that he was from El Salvador, not Mexico. She told him that he must be tired from all this hard work, but he just waved dismissively and told her that his family had a farm back home and that was real work, this was nothing. He told her about their goats and pigs, and plowing the fields with a donkey, and bragged that farm work had made him big and strong. He pulled up his shirt sleeve and made a muscle, inviting Sarah to feel it. She laughed and obliged him, and she had to admit he did have quite a rock hardbicep.
She noticed that Oscar kept looking at her body as they talked and after she squeezed his muscled arm, he put his hand in his pocket hastily. She could swear he was trying to keep a hardon under control so that it wouldn’t show and she decided to tease him abit.
“Don’t you like my bikini, Oscar?” she asked him in Spanish, cocking a hip at him flirtatiously. “Oh, yes, you look beautiful,” he gushed, sweat beading on his brow as his hand rustled vigorously in his pocket. “What have you got in your pocket, Oscar?” she asked innocently, still in Spanish. “Is it something for me?” He blanched when she said it, and she thought that she had gone a bit too far, but then she realized that Oscar was gazing over her shoulderat the house.
Sarah turned in time to see her husband Stephen storming out through the back sliding glass door. His face dark with rage. “For Chrissake, Sarah, what the hell do you think you are doing?”he shouted.
“I uh, was just talking to Oscar here, did you know his family has a farm in El Salvador?” stammered Sarah in shock. Oscar ducked his head and hastily dropped down to his knees and started frantically pulling weeds. “That’s fucking marvelous, I am so goddamned fascinated to hear that,” bellowed Stephen. He was still wearing his suit from work and was standing over the little workman in his dirty t-shirt and jeans. Stephen towered about the landscaper both physically and interms of status.
“Don’t shout, Stephen, you are scaring him,” scolded Sarah. “Don’t shout?” he sputtered in indignation. “Look at yourself Sarah, half naked, fraternizing with the help. What are youthinking?”
“It’s a nice day out, I just wanted to get some sun,” she said defensively. She covered her crotch with her romance novelself-consciously.
Stephen looked at his shrinking wife before him and his anger cooled somewhat and hardened into a steely resolve. “Alright dear, alright,” but these little Mexicans are being paid to work, not to ogle my wife,” snapped Stephen. “You, Jose, get up, come with me, we are going to go have a little chat with your boss.” “Now Stephen, don’t be rash,” said Sarah, looking at her husbandin fear.
“Sarah, you are soft. You are a woman. But these workers need a firm hand. I’m not paying them to slack off and hit on my beautiful wife,” said Stephen, and he gave Sarah a hard peck on the cheek which she wiped off as he turned away from her. “Come on, get up, Don Juan,” demanded Stephen, gesturing to Oscarimpatiently.
“Qué quieres?” asked Oscar, looking from Stephen to Sarah with aworried expression.
“He doesn’t speak English, Stephen,” sighed Sarah. “Él quiere ir con él,” she explained to Oscar sadly. Stephen gave his wife a strange look when she spoke Spanish to Oscar but noticed that the landscaper was complying. Oscar stood up and brushed the dirt from his jeans and dutifully followed Stephen into the house. Sarah trailed behind, wringing her hands anxiously. She felt terrible about getting Oscar in trouble with her frivolous flirtation and she hoped she could intercede on his behalf. Stephen ran through the living room and yanked open the front door to shout for the supervisor, Manuel. Manuel was a big fat man in his fifties with graying hair and the face of a gorilla. He took his time coming into the house. “What’s the matter, boss, what’s the matter?” he asked impatiently. “We have three more jobs to do today, I’m trying to get done here so we can move on.” Manuel saw Oscar standing on the plush carpet and gave a start, then he saw Sarah standing there in her bikini and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. “¿Que pasó?, Oscar, ¿que pasó?” “Nada , lo juro,” insisted Oscar, holding up his handsdefensively.
“Can we speak English here, please?” demanded Stephen, straightening his tie and running his hand through his thick dark hair. “I caught your man here slacking off and chatting with my wife. I pay you men to work, not to flirt with my woman.” Manuel looked Sarah up and down lecherously and it made her skin crawl. She wished she had a robe to throw on. “You can hardly blame him, she’s looking pretty good to me, too,” he laughed, wagging his bushy eyebrows at Sarah and making akissy face at her.
Sarah turned her face away in disgust and Oscar caught her eye so that he could shrug in apology. “What? What?” sputtered Stephen, shocked at the man’s insolence. “Oscar said he didn’t do nothing, and I believe him. Oscar’s a good man. He was in the army you know,” said Manuel. “It’s not his fault if your hussy wife goes around with no clothes on. What’s a man supposed to do? Tie his dick in a knot? Those are men out there, boss, not sissies. They like to see a nice body just like any man would. If you want them to work, then keep your wife inside until they are done.” “Animals! You are all a bunch of filthy animals!” gasped Stephen in indignation. “I should find a different landscaper.” “You’ll have to find a crew of queers if you want them to work while she’s traipsing around,” laughed Manuel, not intimidated by Stephen in the least. Sarah was mortified and wanted to get away from this scene right away, but she also wanted to apologize to Oscar about this whole episode. Suddenly she got an idea. “Oh, Oscar, didn’t you say that you needed to use the bathroom?”said Sarah loudly.
“¿Que?” said Oscar, not understanding her. “Come along, I will show you where to go,” she said, taking him by the hand and leading him to the stairs that lead to the second floor. “What are you doing?” demanded Stephen when he saw his wife leading the confused Oscar upstairs by the hand. “I’m showing poor Oscar where the bathroom is,” said his wife. “Let him use the one downstairs,” said Stephen with exasperation. “There’s too much shouting down here,” sniffed Sarah as she hustled Oscar upstairs. Stephen was too distracted to complain further as Manuel dug in hisheels.
“Look boss, we have a contract, you can’t just go firing us for a little thing like this…” The sounds of the argument faded somewhat as Oscar and Sarah ascended the stairs and stood on the landing. Sarah looked over the banister and could see the tops of Stephen and Manuel’s heads so she lead Oscar down the hallway a bit. “Why did you bring me here?” asked Oscar in Spanish, his face a mask of confusion. “Your husband is going to be suspicious.” “I know,” admitted Sarah. “But I felt so terrible about the way my husband was acting, that I wanted to apologize.” She held her arms open to receive a hug. “No hard feelings?” Oscar looked her body up and down for a moment then glanced over at the banister that overlooked the living room below. The sound of Stephen and Manuel’s voices was still discernible as they argued. He embraced Sarah eagerly and they stood for a moment in a friendly embrace. Sarah felt a tingling in her belly as Oscar’s scent hit her. He smelled like earth and sweat and it was making her aroused. His grip was strong but gentle and she could feel his erection pressing against her thigh as he grew harder and harder. “Oh, Oscar, I feel that,” she told him. “You like that?” he asked her, looking up at her with a crooked grin, his chin resting on her bosom. She reached down and gripped his rod through his jeans making him yelp in surprise. But once he realized what was going on, he quickly gripped Sarah’s boobs in his hands and started pinching her nipples through her bikini top. “Naughty boy,” she scolded him as she continued squeezing the hard bulge in Oscar’s jeans. “My husband would be very angry with you if he saw you do that.” “Oh, no, he would understand, I’m sure,” laughed Oscar. “I think he likes me.” Sarah laughed at that and then unzipped Oscar’s fly and pulled out his stiff penis. Stephen was being such an awful prick about this whole thing that she didn’t feel very guilty about it. Besides, it was incredibly kinky to be giving the landscaper a handjob while her husband argued just downstairs. Oscar’s prick was dark and veiny and he grunted with pleasure as she stroked her hand up and down his shaft. He stopped fondling her knockers and started rubbing her pussy, trying to locate her clitoris through the thin fabric of her bikini bottom. Sarah caught her breath and felt her pulse quicken and her crotch growing moist as she and Oscar brazenly fingered each other’s genitals just 50 feet away from her angry husband. “Sarah, what the hell are you doing up there?” called Stephen from downstairs and Sarah’s heart leapt into her throat. She put her fingers to her lips and reluctantly released Oscar’s dick as she turned and ran back to the solid banister that overlooked the living room from the landing where she stood. Sarah leaned over the railing and called down to her husband. “I am keeping an eye on this fellow. I don’t want him stealing anything,” she said in a false whisper. Just then a fiendish idea came into her mind and she slipped her bikini bottoms off and dropped them to her heels. Stephen and Manuel could look up and see her from the waist up but her lower half was concealed by the banister. “Oh come on, Oscar is a good man, he wouldn’t steal anything,” insisted Manuel, clearly shocked at the very suggestion. Sarah giggled and wiggled her bare rear at him and Oscar quickly got the hint and he crept up behind Sarah and poked his penis between her round butt cheeks, nudging around with the head of his penis, trying to find the entrance to her labia. She gasped with surprise as his glans found her slippery twat and he sank himself into her, crouching behind her to stay out of site of the men below. Luckily Stephen was distracted and didn’t notice her gasp. “Hmm, I’m not so sure. I don’t trust these Mexican immigrants, they have nothing to lose,” said Stephen rubbing his chin. “Better for her to keep an eye on him.” “Jesus man, he’s not even Mexican, he’s from El Salvador,”complained Manuel.
“No difference,” sniffed Stephen dismissively. Meanwhile Oscar was pumping away furiously, sliding his fat cock in and out of Sarah while her knuckles whitened as she gripped the banister with all her might. She gasped again as she tried to hideher arousal.
“What’s the matter dear, you seem pale,” asked Stephen finally taking notice of his wife. “And you are shaking.” He forehead creased with concern. Sarah bit her knuckle struggling to control herself as Oscar thrust into her from behind with more and more urgency, making her sway forward and back. She gasped and moaned in spite of herself. “I, I just can’t believe how racist you are being, Stephen,” she panted. Then she cried out with a show of emotion. “Ungh, it’s just, oh god, I can hardly take it.” Manuel and Stephen exchanged a confused look at Sarah’s sudden outburst of emotion. She seemed to be on the verge of tears. “I’m, I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean for you to get so upset,” stammered Stephen contritely. “I mean, I am just a jerk sometimes I guess.” Oscar reached around and fiddled with Sarah’s clit until she was on the verge of orgasm. She gripped the banister even tighter than she had thought possible and bowed her head, shaking as the climax overtook. From where he stood, it seemed to Stephen as though his wife was literally weeping and he gave Manuel another awkward look. “Women! Go figure,” said Manuel with a shrug. “But you areracist though.”
“That’s it baby, that’s it,” whispered Oscar. “Now it’s my turn.” And the little landscaper from El Salvador pumped load after load of his hot seed up inside of Stephen’s tall gorgeous wife while the pompous cuckold looked up at his pale and shaken wifewith trepidation.
“Oh yeah,” agreed Sarah, to both Stephen and Oscar. She stood up straight and wiped her face dramatically. “Ok, uh, I need a minute to myself right now. I just can’t believe what just happened here. I want you to think about what kind of man you want to be, Stephen,” she told her husband. Then she ducked away from the banister and scurried down the hall arm in arm with Oscar as the couple cracked up with frantic nervous giggles. “Oh my god, did you really cum inside me?” asked Sarah in shock, feeling Oscar’s generous load already start to ooze out of her. “Just a little,” he admitted with a modest shrug. “Oh shit, you have to get back down there,” said Sarah. “I need some time to collect myself.” “I’ll just tell them I was dropping a big load,” he said with anevil grin.
“Just don’t tell Stephen you dropped it inside his wife,” giggled Sarah, touching Oscar’s thick chest affectionately as he zipped up his jeans.—
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