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  1. This is my sexy Blonde Wife whom I have been slowly introducing big black dildos into our sex life and incorporating role plays of her cheating with some big black cock stud and me watching which gets her soaking wet and she cums very hard every time when using the big black dildo on herself and having me watch I can tell deep down its a taboo but big erotic turn on for her and believe if I find a fit and big ripped and huge black cocked stud to secretly seduce my wife with my help of course but her not knowing this I could get her to cheat on me and I could hide and watch the whole thing without her knowing and hopefully see if she has me go down on her when she comes back home afterwards please let me know what you think of my sexy wife! Leave all the dirty comments and questions you may have and if youre a bbc message me!
  2. Introducing Betty, My best friend´s Mexican chubby wife who´s cheat him sending me her nude selfies and lot more pics....What do you think about her ?
  3. chattervers

    My greek cheating wife

    She cheated last year on me. After I told her, that it makes me horny, she fucks instantly with the guy and made me a cucki. What do you think about the slut? All comments are welcome. Sie hat mich letztes Jahr betrogen. Nachdem ich ihr gestanden habe, dass es mich geil macht, fickt sie regelmäßig mit ihm. Sie hat mich zum cucki gemacht. Was denkt ihr von der Schlampe. Alle Kommentare sind willkommen.
  4. It all started with my 2nd wife now ex. She saw how hard my lil dick would get when I was allowed to fuck her, when I would lick up my own cum-pie. And she would always tell me about all the other guys that had cocks the size of a beer bottle . Even though it hurt ,my lil dick would get rock hard & pre-cumm droolin, & of course she would take notice. She was a hair dresser & had Mondays off soo Sun nite was her (out with the girls nite). & of course I bought it . She wouldnt cum home until 4:eek:o am. Then go to the bath room & wash & change to cumm to bed . This went on for a while I started getting some friends tellin me how she acting at the clubs. So I started going thru the hamper & found her panties all full of cummmmm & not mine. So I brought this up to her & to my amazement she just told me that she was fuckin other guys & their cocks were huge. & She wasnt shy about tellin me how she would flirt & literally grab their cocks after a few close dances so she knew they were hung. I was in in tears & my lil dick was hard . & she took notice & ran with that . She told me I could leave or stay & deal with it . That she is a Size Queen. So I stayed & dealt with it & boy did things change Fast. Now when she came home she didnt hide anything . She would cumm straight in the bedroom & wake me if I was sleeping & tell & show me how much fuckin, & how many & have me undress her, & then she would jump on my face with cumm soaked panties. & tell me to suck the cumm thru . Then to take them off & she would push all the cummm from her ass & pussy into my mouth & face. Of course her back was to me so she could see my lil dick droolin hard . She started callin me her lil joto from that point on. (Spanish for fag. ) I really got to enjoy all this & even the taste of all that cummmm. This went on like this for a short time . Until one day when I came home from work , she had gone shopping for all for her lil joto . My presents consisted of an enema bag & nozzle & 2 dildos that looked like cocks. one is 8x6.25 the other is 9x7.25 . She told me she is going to train me to handle them balls deep in both my cummm luvin throat & boi-pussy & she wanted me clean. She didnt want a messy joto. It took less then a month & I could & can take the Big one all the way she luved the training & I was starting to enjoy her attention & the (FULL) feeling of being a size queen joto...... So things changed again she started cummin home Much earlier with (Surprise) Her Studs.. & to my amazement They were Huge Black Guys that knew of my new skills . Now I kinda saw this cumming BUT I was in SHOCK & my heart was RACING when she told me to get my toys & show them.. No matter how hard I protested they wanted to see. & unless I wanted to leave .I was to strip & put on a cock suckin & boi-pussy fuckin show for all of them. Also I really did want to see these two Black Bulls COCKS. So I gave them what they wanted & ohh how they laughed at my lil hard pre-cumm droolin dick & tellin me how much of a faggot I am. Then to get on my knees & take out their COCKS . & Ohhhh Fuck that was it ,I was soo blown away by their Awesome Size I just dove open mouth & throat . I luved the smell taste & feel of that Huge Cock in my mouth & throat. I luved gagging on it , He was BIGGER THEN MY TOYS. My ex was laughing & telling me she knew all along she could turn her str8 masculine hubby into a cock-suckin faggot. & I was blowin a load of cummm with out touchin my lil dick. & by now Bill had a hand full of my head & was fuckin my slobbing throat balls deep tellin my ex how good she did training her faggot cocksucker . I over heard her tellin her other Stud John to fuck the faggots pussy since It was already gaping & lubed from my toys. He showed no mercy he just lined up & buried his cock in my gaping boi-pussy . He was a lil smaller then my big toy . .The feeling of REAL COCKS abusing my throat & pussy was mind blowing . The ex had taken her clothes off & Bill was suckin on her dollar sized dark areolas on her d cup tits while coaching them both on. Bill already knew I was a cummmthirsty cummm gobbler so he was tellin me my reward was cummin. He pulled my face sooo hard into his shaved smooth Black pubic bone & sprayed 8 huge loads into my belly . Just when I thought I might get a breath John pulls out of my faggot pussy & spins me around to cummmm all over my face. & the ex used his cock to feed it all to me. Then I was told to get dressed with the remaining cummm on my face & hair & get them some more alcohol. So they could fuck my wife . & not to try & clean up at all. Or they would kick my faggot ass & I wouldnt be allowed to be their cummm pig faggot slave. I couldnt believe how much I luved the humiliation of it all and the girl at the 7 eleven lookin , & what she must have thought ... All that has been over 18 yrs ago & I miss that part of the marriage desperately.
  5. gustav.jorgenson

    Under The Blanket

    Under the Blanketby Gustav Jorgenson Excerpted from "Wives Cheating, Husbands Watching, Vol.3" Megan and her coworker Doug were chatting in the kitchen at work. “You look very nice today, Megan,” said Doug, looking her body up and down appreciatively. Megan blushed and tugged self-consciously at the hem of her skirt. Doug was always flirting with her and she enjoyed the attention, so she had started wearing shorter skirts and tighter sweaters to work lately. “Thanks Doug, that’s very nice of you to say,” she said, taking a sip of her tea. “Yes, that sweater, is very flattering,” said Doug staring unabashedly at her large jutting breasts. He knew that Megan was married, and he was married himself, but he liked to imagine what it would be like to bed his middle aged coworker. “My eyes are up here, Doug,” joked Megan, turned on by how brashly Doug was acting today. “Yes, your eyes are very beautiful,” agreed Doug, never taking his gaze from Megan’s chest. Megan felt a cool breeze as the air conditioner kicked on and her nipple stiffened visibly in her tight sweater. Doug wagged his eyebrows at Megan suggestively. “Your headlights are on,” he said, giving her a lewd wink. “Oh, Doug, you are terrible,” said Megan, covering her nipples with her hands modestly. Her face was flushed red with excitement. “I know I am,” said Doug casually. “Hey, when are you going to invite me over for dinner?” “You and Frida are always welcome to join John and I for dinner,” said Megan lightly. She hated to bring up their spouses while flirting, but it couldn’t be helped. Doug frowned at the mention of his wife and the erection inspired by Megan’s snugly fitting top began to subside. “Frida doesn’t really care to socialize with my work friends,” said Doug. “Couldn’t just you and I have dinner some night when John was out of town on business?” “Doug, that wouldn’t be appropriate,” said Megan weakly, her heart pounding at the idea of a dinner date with Doug. His face fell at the rejection, so she quickly added, “I’ll tell you what though, why not come over tonight and join John and I for dinner? It’s our night to watch a movie at home.” Doug stopped staring at Megan’s breasts for a moment and looked her in the eye with a calculating expression. He wondered if she was testing him, trying to see how much chutzpah he had. “Alright, Megan, I will take you up on your offer,” he said. Megan briefly wondered if she was doing the right thing to invite her work flirt home to meet her husband, but John paid so little attention to her these days that he probably wouldn’t even notice the sexual tension between her and Doug. So she smiled warmly at Doug and gave him her address. “Sounds good, see you at 7 tonight then,” said Doug. “And I expect you to answer the door naked,” he said with a grin. “We’ll see,” laughed Megan, her pulse quickening. “Don’t get your hopes up.” The rest of the day seemed to crawl past as Megan anxiously awaited dinner with Doug. She wondered if John would go to bed early or just doze off in his chair as was his habit on movie night. She wondered what would happen if she and Doug were together alone on the couch in the dark. When she finally arrived at home, she rushed to prepare a nice steak dinner for Doug. “What’s this?” asked her husband John when he came home from work. He came over and gave Megan a perfunctory peck on the cheek as she stood cooking at the stove. “Steak huh? What’s the occasion?” Megan gulped nervously and tried to sound nonchalant. “Oh, I invited my coworker Doug over for dinner tonight,” she said with a weak smile. “You remember Doug. He was at the office Christmas party.” “But it’s our movie night,” said John peevishly. But in truth, he actually looked forward to having company. He loved his wife, but they had fallen into a deep rut and movie night had become a bore. John recalled that Doug was a funny guy. Maybe he would liven up the evening. “I know honey,” said Megan pursing her lips and furrowing her brow sympathetically. “But it will be a nice change of pace to have company for once.” “Maybe you’re right,” agreed John amiably, grabbing a beer from the refrigerator and heading off to the living room to watch television. Doug arrived right on time at 7 and he brought a nice bottle of wine. They all enjoyed a friendly supper with Doug and John engaging in a lively discussion about the local football team which had made the playoffs. Megan was beginning to feel slightly neglected and oddly jealous of Doug’s attention to her husband. But as soon as her husband left the room Doug resumed his flirtation with a vengeance. “I’m very disappointed that you were fully clothed when you answered the door,” said Doug softly, leaning forward and gazing into Megan’s eyes. “Dinner would have been so much more interesting if you had heeded my request and gotten naked for me.” “Ha, it would have given us something to talk about other than football, I’ll grant you that,” replied Megan merrily. The idea of entertaining Doug and her husband in the nude both aroused and amused her. She was sure that John would have a heart attack if she ever tried something like that. Doug had enjoyed a few glasses of wine, and his inhibitions were down, so he put his cards on the table. “Well I have to keep John distracted with football talk so he doesn’t realize that I want to have sex with his wife.” He gave Megan a crooked smile, but in that moment they both knew that he wasn’t joking. “Really?” said Megan, her voice cracking slightly. She could feel her palms growing sweaty with excitement. “I didn’t realize you felt that way,” she said absently, unable to make eye contact with Doug. “Oh, you realized it alright,” laughed Doug. “I think I’ve made it perfectly clear at work.” “Made what perfectly clear?” asked John jovially as he returned to the dining room. Megan was startled so badly that she nearly jumped out of her chair, but neither man noticed. “Oh, I’ve made it clear how tired I am of working at that damn place,” rejoined Doug smoothly. “But the job market is tough, so I stick with it nonetheless.” “I hear you, brother,” agreed John, shaking his head ruefully. “Ok, boys,” said Megan brightly. “Why don’t you two clear the table while I go change out of these work clothes?” “Yeah, you must barely be able to breathe in that sweater,” said Doug cheekily, giving John a sideways glance to judge his reaction. John just laughed heartily at the slightly bawdy joke and Megan chuckled along awkwardly, “Yes, well, I’ll be back in a few and we can open another bottle of wine and start the movie.” She hurried off to the bedroom as Doug and John helpfully cleared the dirty dishes. “You noticed how tight that sweater was, huh,” said John looking over at Doug mischievously once his wife was out of earshot. “I have to admit I did notice, John,” said Doug matter-of-factly. John bit his lip to hold back his laughter. “She’s got quite a rack on her, doesn’t she?” he asked. Doug was surprised at John’s candor and simply responded in kind. “I’ll say, you are a lucky man, my friend,” he said with a lascivious grin and the two men broke out in raucous laughter as Doug pictured what Megan’s breasts would look like if she stood topless before him. Megan heard the laughter from the kitchen as she stripped off her sweater and unsnapped her bra. Her large bosoms came spilling out, and she heaved a sigh of relief as she rubbed them absently. She wriggled out of her skirt, stripped off her stockings, and stood contemplating her body in the mirror. She had gained a bit of weight over the years, but she had retained her hourglass figure. She looked herself over critically and decided that she didn’t look too bad for a woman of 42. Then she went to the closet and pondered what to wear. She briefly considered putting on a sexy negligee and going out to rejoin her husband and Doug as though that were perfectly natural. The very idea made her giggle to herself like a schoolgirl, but she knew she would never have the guts. She settled on a nice pair of sweatpants that were comfortable but well fitted enough for company. For a top, she slipped into a t-shirt. Her breasts were jiggling and her nipples were poking through without a bra on, so she pulled a light cardigan over the t-shirt and headed back out to the kitchen. “Oh, I was hoping you would come out here in a slinky negligee,” commented Doug sarcastically when he saw how modestly Megan was dressed. John slapped Doug on the shoulder and laughed along rowdily. Megan could tell that John was a little drunk, so she opened her cardigan and shimmied her shoulders to make her boobs bounce back and forth. The two men stared in fascination at the motion of her knockers before Megan blushed deeply and pulled her cardigan closed. “Wow,” said Doug, clearly impressed. John just laughed even harder and strode over to his wife to kiss her on the cheek and slap her bottom playfully. “You don’t need to wear lingerie to be sexy with that damn body,” said John lustily. “Thank you honey, that’s sweet,” said Megan, looking at her husband warmly. “I’ll drink to that,” said Doug with a wicked smile and he poured out more glasses of wine and handed them around. The trio adjourned to the living room together to watch a movie. John wasn’t bothered by Doug’s flirting, in fact he found that he enjoyed having another man pay attention to Megan. He realized that he took her for granted a lot lately. She was still a sexy woman, and it was perfectly natural for other men to take notice of that fact. “So what movie should we watch, gentlemen?” asked Megan formally, holding her wine and bending over to examine the rack of DVD’s. Doug stared unabashedly at Megan’s gorgeous round rear as she bent over. John noticed Doug’s interest in his wife’s bottom, but he was surprised that it didn’t make him very jealous. “How about Showgirls?” blurted out John as he sank into his favorite recliner. “Oh honey,” laughed Megan nervously. “That’s a very naughty movie. I don’t think it’s appropriate to watch… with a guest over,” she smiled lamely at Doug as she said it. Her husband must be drunker than she thought. “Nonsense,” objected John merrily. “We are all adults here, aren’t we?” he said. “Put it on.” Megan looked at Doug inquisitively. “I haven’t seen it,” said Doug with a smile. “Is there a lot of nudity?” “You’ll see,” said Megan with resignation and she put in the movie and turned down the lights. Doug sat down on the daybed which was Megan’s customary place to sit in the evening and she hesitated to join him there. “Doug took your seat, huh?” commented John, noticing his wife’s uncertainty. “Ha, we really have our routine, don’t we,” laughed Megan. “Oh, I can sit somewhere else,” said Doug, looking around the room but not actually standing up to move. “No, no, there’s plenty of room here for both of us,” said Megan, sitting down next to Doug on the daybed where she liked to stretch out and relax each evening. As the outrageously bad movie stumbled from one gratuitous sex scene to another, the threesome mocked the bad acting but were drawn into the sensuality nonetheless. Doug and John both had raging hardons and Megan felt herself getting wet. As they went through the wine she found herself snuggling up against Doug and he slipped one arm around her back surreptitiously. John didn’t seem to notice and in fact seemed to be nodding off slightly as was his habit after a long day at work, a good meal, and a lot of wine. “Are you tired dear?” asked Megan lightly as Doug ran his hand hungrily up and down her side while sexy dancers thrust their crotches into the air on the screen before them. “No, no, I’m fine,” mumbled John sleepily, nodding off in his comfortable chair. Megan reached down and gripped Doug’s thigh and started rubbing his leg in a more than friendly manner. Her heart was pounding with excitement and her body was hot from the wine and from arousal. She couldn’t believe that she and Doug were feeling each other up right in front of her husband while he was distracted by the titillating movie and his own drowsiness. Doug started getting more and more aggressive and he slipped his hand under Megan’s t-shirt and slid it up her side closer and closer to her boob. Her breath came faster and faster until she was practically panting when he finally gripped her bare breast in his hand and sought out her nipple with his fingers. John glanced over and saw Doug and his wife rubbing up against each other and he snapped to attention slightly. “Hey, what are you guys doing over there?” he asked good naturedly. Megan clamped her arm down trapping Doug’s wrist in her armpit. Then she released it and pushed him away slightly as he hurriedly withdrew his hand from her shirt. Doug’s own heart was racing and his erection was pitching an obvious tent in his trousers. “Doug was just tickling me, dear,” lied Megan. “But it’s all in good fun,” she added lamely. “That’s my wife you are feeling up over there,” said John with a smile. “Show some respect, fella,” he added with a nervous chuckle. He had enjoyed a bit of harmless flirting between Doug and his wife, but John was starting to get jealous of how Megan and Doug were snuggling together on the daybed there. He was starting to regret his choice of movie. Maybe it was getting everyone a little overheated. “You know this movie is considered one of the worst of all time,” said John, trying to sound light-hearted. “Maybe we should put something else on.” “I’m enjoying it actually,” said Doug languidly, shifting on the daybed to try to hide his erection. “It has excellent character development.” “Liar, you just like the boobs,” laughed Megan, punching Doug’s shoulder playfully. “Well I do like boobs, I can’t deny that,” said Doug, giving Megan a smoldering look of passion. “Heh, heh, yeah, well, I guess we can leave it on then,” said John, but he felt his stomach twisting with jealousy at how familiar Megan was being with Doug. He drank a bit more wine and started to relax and was soon drawn into the movie as another sex scene commenced. “I’m usually just stretch out on this, do you mind if I lay down here?” asked Megan softly. “Go right ahead,” said Doug. “Shall I cover you?” he asked, noticing the blanket folded at the back of the daybed. “Yes, please,” said Megan stiffly. “Why don’t you lay down behind me?” “And spoon you?” whispered Doug. “Yes,” replied Megan. “Cover us with the blanket.” As the two coworkers rearranged themselves on the daybed with Megan laying in front and Doug laying behind her, John roused himself and took notice. “Now what are you doing over there?” he asked, trying to hide the annoyance in his voice. “I’m just stretching out like I always do dear,” said Megan innocently. “And he’s going to lay there with you?” asked John. His head was fuzzy with wine and sleepiness. “I guess so,” said Megan pulling the blanket up to her neck. “Uh, huh,” replied John helplessly. He didn’t like this arrangement, but he was too muddled to think of a polite way to object. Doug wasted no time and immediately gripped Megan by the hips and started grinding his stiff boner up against her soft round ass. Megan gasped in response and reached back to pinch the bulge in Doug’s pants between her fingers. Doug grunted in response and brazenly slid his hands up the front of Megan’s t-shirt, gripping one large breast in each hand and kneading them greedily as she squeezed his cock through his pants. John sat watching them wriggle and shift under the blanket. “What the hell ARE you two doing under that blanket?” snapped John testily, growing deeply suspicious. “Nothing dear, my goodness,” panted Megan, feigning nonchalance as Doug gripped her boobs in his hands and pinched her nipples. “We are just getting readjusted over here.” “Yeah, what if I came over there and pulled the cover off you two?” demanded John hotly. “Well then I would be cold,” pouted Megan sweetly. John didn’t know how to respond to that it really appeared to him as though Doug was touching his wife’s breasts under that blanket and his stomach flipped with anxiety at thought, but he was tired and drunk and couldn’t think of the right way to handle this. “I just need to get adjusted a little more,” said Doug to John and he gripped Megan’s sweatpants by the waist and slid them down to her knees along with her panties while she clutched the blanket to her neck and her heart pounded in her chest like a drum. Megan’s bare ass was pressed up against Doug’s jeans under the blanket and he took a minute to run his hands over her smooth butt cheeks before unzipping his fly carefully so it didn’t make too loud a sound. Her gaze flicking nervously between the movie and her her husband. John noticed Megan looking at him and gave her a mistrustful frown as Doug freed his cock and started pressing it between Megan’s thighs. “What’s the matter?” asked John grumpily as the head of Doug’s long stiff penis found its way between the folds of Megan’s swollen labia. “Nothing at all darling,” gasped Megan breathlessly. “I was just thinking how much I love you.” John was utterly disarmed by his wife’s sincere sounding proclamation. Doug bit his lip to keep from snorting at the irony of it all and forcefully thrust his cock into Megan’s how wet cunt from behind. She stuck her fist into her mouth to keep from crying out in passion as John looked at her strangely. Doug left his dick sunk deep inside Megan and longed to start poking it in and out of her, but her dared not for fear of drawing John’s attention. So he consoled himself by reach around Megan’s hip cautiously, careful not to disturb the blanket too much. He slid his hand around her hip and down into her crotch and soon found the slippery nub of her clitoris. She nearly choked in her effort to suppress a moan of pleasure. John’s attention was drawn back to the movie as a group of erotic dancers froliced in the nude on screen. Doug peeked over Megan’s shoulder at John in his recliner and started working his dick slowly in and out of John’s wife fingering her clit the whole time while she whimpered soundlessly. He felt himself growing closer and closer to climax as her hot wet snatch gripped his stiff rod. Soon the daybed was creaking rhythmically with his efforts and John sat up in his chair. “Christ Doug, are you dry humping my wife over there?” he demanded groggily, the wine fogging his mind and his vision. “What? No of course not,” protest Doug as he increased his pace, thrusting his cock between Megan’s soft thighs and into her sodden snatch. “But what’s all that rocking back and forth?” demanded John, taken aback but Doug’s boldness. “I mean,no, I’m not dry humping her,” said Doug, reaching up and grasping Megan’s generous jugs in his palms again. The weight of them in his hands made his cock stiffen even more. For her part, Megan couldn’t believe that Doug would fuck her from behind and feel her up like this under the covers while talking to her husband. The sheer audacity of Doug and the wrongness of the situation brought her to climax. “I’m just, Oh shit,” exclaimed Doug as he felt Megan’s vagina tighten suddenly around his cock. She cried out in spite of herself as she came over and over. “Megan, are you ok?” asked John climbing to his feet with concern. “I mean we are just fooling around,” she gasped as Doug resumed humping her urgently and worked her boobs enthusiastically. “But you are making such a big deal out of it,” she whined, trying to sound offended and upset. Her face with bright red from passion and her breathing was fast and shallow. “I’m sorry, baby,” said John contritely. “But this is, Jesus, Doug, will you stop dry-humping my damn wife please?” he demanded angrily, turning to Doug. “Oh yeah, sorry bud,” panted Doug. He stopped humping her suddenly as he started spurting his load inside John’s wife. John looked on suspiciously as the commotion under the blanket suddenly ceased and Doug ground his crotch against Megans ass releasing the last of his seed inside her. Megan arched her back eagerly to receive his delivery. “I guess I got a little drunk and I got a bit carried away by having this big round ass right here,” admitted Doug, forgetting himself. John laughed in spite of himself. “That’s a nice way to repay our hospitality. Grinding your crotch up against my wife’s rear.” He had a sinking suspicion that Doug also grabbed Megan’s boobs in addition to dry humping her, but he didn’t want to say it. “I know, I know,” said Doug contritely, tucking his limp sodden cock back into his pants and zipping up quietly. He extracted himself deftly from under the cover, leaving Megan completely covered but with her pants down and he jumped off the daybed. “That was really out of bounds,” he said, running his hands nervously through his hair. “I uh, don’t know how to apologize properly.” John sighed drunkenly at Doug’s demonstration while Megan surreptitiously pulled her sweatpants back up. “Ok, Ok, I see how this happened. We had too much to drink and put on a movie with too much sexytime. I am partly to blame for picking the movie and for laughing along with your flirtation. Let’s just call it a night and talk it over another time when we are all sober.” “Ok, John. That’s big of you,” said Doug with a deep frown of respect. Then he turn to Megan, stretched out luxuriously on the daybed. “I am sorry for getting carried away, Megan. I hope you can forgive me.” “Forgive you? I thoroughly enjoyed it,” she laughed saucily. “We should do it again sometime. Soon.” “Megan!” exclaimed John in exasperation. “You aren’t helping matters here.” She looked up at her husband and shrugged, “Sorry, I guess I’m drunk,” she admitted. Doug just laughed and waved goodbye, “I will let you two sort this out then, thanks for the hospitality.” Then he hurried out of the room. “Yeah, yeah,” said John, waving him off dismissively. “Honey, how could you say that?” he whined petulantly. “Please don’t cry like a baby,” she sighed in resignation. “It doesn’t suit you. We were only fooling around. It was completely harmless.” Doug walked down the driveway and looked up at the stars, breathing in the cool night air. It was a good night to be alive and not to have been beaten up by a jealous husband. *** If you like this, check out my eBooks on Amazon: View my favorite porn images and more free stories on my Tumblr blog: Gustav Jorgenson's Fairly Clean Blog
  6. Your Wife Lets Your Rival Squeeze Her Tits by Gustav Jorgenson You and some friends are drinking one at your house one night. You are all feeling pretty loose when you wife comes in with another tray full of beers for you. "Here you go boys," she says cheerily as she sets down the tray. "Don’t bother to invite me to join you anything." Your buddies all laugh, and you join in weakly, but you don’t like the way they are looking down the front of her dress as she bends down to put the tray on the coffee table. "Come over here and sit with us," says Bob, a guy you know from work. He’s more of rival than a friend. You are always trying to outdo each other, but he’s friends with your other pals, so you invite him over sometimes. It annoys you how he looks your wife’s body over as he moves over to make room on the couch for her. "Why thank you Bob, at least there is one gentleman among you," says your wife teasingly. Your friends react by teasing you in turn. "Whoa," "Oh, boy, you heard, that, Jim?" You just roll your eyes and lean over to grab a beer for yourself. "Thank you for bringing us more beer, darling," you say sarcastically, tipping your beer at your wife. "You are welcome, dear," she says primly as she helps herself to one. You all resume chatting for a while but Bob keeps looking over at your wife’s boobs. They do seem rather jiggly this evening and you are enjoying the view but wish Bob would stop looking at them. "Jennifer, can I ask you a personal question?" he asks your wife, shooting you a devilish glance. "Sure, Bob, I don’t see why not," she says casually, recrossing her legs and tossing her foot playfully. "Are you wearing a bra right now?" he asks, suppressing a smile. You wife blushes furiously, and quickly crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously as your buddies break out in nervous laughter. A couple of your friends look over at you apprehensively. It’s no secret that you and Bob are always competing with one another. You keep your cool and just smirk at Bob, "Ha ha," you say in a deadpan voice. Your wife looks over at you helplessly, her cheeks flushed bright red. "Well, actually, no, I’m not, Bob. I didn’t think anyone would notice." Bob furrows his brow earnestly and gives you wife a look of consternation. "Oh, I’m sorry, Jennifer. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I shouldn’t have mentioned it." Your wife relaxes slightly and gives a half-hearted chuckle. "Oh, it’s alright Bob, I guess you boys have had a few drinks and it loosened your tongue a bit," She lowers her arms hesitantly and Bob watches with interest as her nipples grow hard and poke through the fabric of her dress. "You’re right, alcohol lowers your inhibitions," he says, gazing brazenly at your wife’s tits, not bothering to look her in the eye. She notices his attention and looks over at you with an uncomfortable grimace, but she keeps her arms by her sides and doesn’t bother covering her boobs again. You scratch your head in annoyance, but aren’t sure how to react. "So yeah," says your wife, “What were we talking about again?" "Your boobs!" laughs your buddy Pete to more laughter. You shoot him a dirty look but he just shrugs an apology and you can see that he is just a little drunk and didn’t mean anything by it. "Right," says Bob apologetically, still not taking his eyes off your wife’s rack, “I am sorry I brought them up, but see when I saw that you weren’t wearing a bra, I was wondering if you, uh, wanted us to notice them," He turns to you and wags his eyebrows at you like Groucho Marx and you have to restrain the urge to jump up and pop him one. "Oh lord," gasps your wife with amazement. Then she slaps Bob’s shoulder and breaks out laughing. "Don’t be silly. I am allowed to be comfortable in my own home, aren’t I?" "And then you bent over and we all got a nice view of your cleavage…" continues Bob shooting you another cocky glance. "Purely unintentional, I’m sure," asserts your wife, trying to laugh it off and giving you a significant look. "Oh, no, don’t apologize, we all enjoyed it, didn’t we boys?" says Bob looking around for support. Your friends just laugh awkwardly and avoid his eyes. Everyone except Pete that is, who is drunk enough to chime in. "Honestly, Jennifer, I did enjoy catching a glimpse of those gorgeous orbs of yours," he says with a slight slur and a crooked smile. "Pete, you’re drunk," says your wife kindly. "But that’s, uh, nice of you to say, I guess." "Let’s change the subject, now, shall we?" you demand coldly, glaring at Bob with hatred. "Oh yes, please," says your wife, relieved that you are taking control of the conversation. "Does it bother you that we like looking at your wife’s breasts?" asks Bob nonchalantly. You are surprised that he is pressing forward like this and are at a loss for words for a second. "Uh, wouldn’t you be?" you ask. "Honestly? No, it wouldn’t bother me at all. My wife would just laugh it off, I’m sure," he says smugly. "Well I just laughed it off too," pipes up your wife, squaring her shoulders indignantly. She is subtly thrusting her chest forward as though daring Bob and Pete to look. "Well that fact that you didn’t wear a bra and bent over to show us your boobs seems to be making your husband nervous," says Bob, turning to your wife with a smile. "Now wait a minute," she laughs, blushing anew. "I wasn’t trying to show anyone anything." "I don’t know what your are insinuating, but I have perfect faith in my wife, Bob," you chime in defensively. "Jim and I have a very solid relationship," agrees you wife with a emphatic nod. "So he shouldn’t mind if you show us your breasts?" he asks archly. "I mean a little thing like that shouldn’t affect your relationship at all." "No of course it wouldn’t, but I didn’t intend to show you anything…" insists your wife, looking at him strangely. "I’d like to see them again," offers Pete, clearly drunk at this point. One of you other pals shushes him up and looks apologetically over at you and your wife. "But it would be no big deal if you were to show us. You could just flash them for us maybe. It’s not like you and Jim would get divorced over it," presses Bob. "Wait, are you asking me to flash my boobs for you?" asks your wife with surprise. "Pete’s drunk, but what’s your excuse?" "I like boobs," Bob admits with a smile. "I like your boobs," he adds lecherously gazing at them obviously. You wife giggles in spite of herself and glances at you guiltily. "Alright Bob, just can it," you say angrily. You notice a couple of your other friends shifting nervously. "Maybe we should be going," says your pal Sam. "I think we’ve all had a few too many. Better call a cab." "That’s a good idea, let’s call it night," you agree with relief. "You have an amazing body, I’m sorry if it makes you nervous for me to tell you," says Pete drunkenly taking your wife’s hand. Jennifer just laughs and let’s Pete kiss her hand. "Pete, you are normally a perfectly polite and respectful guest. I promise not to tease you about this once you have sobered up," she says with a twinkle in her eye. "Perfect, now why not pull them out real quick so we can get a better look," says Pete gesturing clumsily at her chest. Sam leaps to his feet and guides Pete back to his seat shaking his head at you in amazement. "You are going to be really embarrassed in the morning, Pete," you say with resignation. "I promise not to tell your wife about it, though." "Jeez, you guys are making me self-conscious," says your wife touching her bosom gently. "I can’t just go flashing my chest for other men while my husband is sitting right there…" "Well I hope you wouldn’t do it even if I was in the other room," you laugh which makes her lower her eyes and blush an even deeper red. "Well, let her do what she wants," says Bob. "She didn’t come out here bra-less for nothing," he says looking her over lewdly. "I don’t know what you are suggesting," says your wife primly. "You want to show us, you knew we could see down your dress when you bent over like that. Don’t be coy, we are all adults here. Go ahead and show us if you want to. We certainly don’t mind seeing some beautiful breasts," says Bob matter-of-factly. "Bob, you are such a prick, do you know that?" you say. "Can’t you see that this is making my husband angry?" says your wife uncertainly. "Wait, it’s making me angry? Aren’t you offended by all this?" you ask her, startled at her attitude. "Well, not really. Boys will be boys and all that," says your wife with a wry grin. "I just don’t want you to get upset," she says. "You mean that you would show them your tits if it didn’t bother me?" you ask incredulously. "Well of course not, I see that it would bother you," she says quickly, biting her lip nervously. Bob just watches your interaction with interest as Sam hurriedly fishes out his phone and starts calling a cab. "You aren’t answering the question. You seem to be saying that you would gladly flash your boobs for these guys if I agreed to it," you demand. "She did bend over and offer a nice view already…" mutters Bob. Your wife slaps his shoulder in exasperation. "Shush now, you are making it worse." "Please answer the question, dear," you say patiently. "Ugh. Why are you doing this?" she asks unhappily. "Maybe I would give them a thrill if I thought you wouldn’t mind. Why not? I don’t get much attention from men these days." "Oh, I can’t believe that," says Bob soothingly. "I’m sure men still check you out." "Nope," says your wife, sniffing slightly. "I honestly feel invisible around men most of the time." "Can we not get into this personal stuff in front of the guests?" you ask uncomfortably. "You wanted to know," she snaps at you, upset now. "Would I flash my boobs? Sure I would." "Well do it then!" laughs Pete of the tension between your wife and you. She grabs the top of her dress and stares at you daring you to object. You just shrug your shoulders, unable to believe that she would go through with it. But she does. She pulls the top of her dress right down and her soft white breasts come spilling out. She turns and points her erect pink nipples right at Bob. "Are you happy now?" she asks him. "Sure," he says. "May I?" he asks reaching out his hands. "Do what you want," she says softly. You look on in stunned silence as Bob grasps your wife’s tender boobs in his rough hands and pinches her nipples gently. "You wife is an outstanding hostess," Bob says to you as he fondles your wife’s knockers and smiling crudely. You jump up and rush over to intercede, but he quickly withdraws his hands. Your wife flips her top back up and gives you a frightened stare. "Get the fuck out!" you shout at Bob, pointing to the door. He stands abruptly and holds his hands up defensively. "Easy, bud, easy. Just a little drunken tomfoolery. We didn’t mean anything by it." Your guests file quickly out of the room muttering awkward goodbyes and your friend Sam puts his hand on your shoulder. "This won’t seem so bad in the light of day tomorrow," he says sympathetically. You nod at him tight-lipped and say nothing. Once everyone is gone, you turn on your wife angrily. "What the hell was that all about?" you shriek. "I can’t believe you humiliated me in front of my friends! You know Bob is my rival at work!" "I know dear," she says looking at you beseechingly. "Please forgive me. I don’t know what got into me." She seems genuinely contrite and upset, so you just let it go and head off to bed, muttering angrily to yourself. Your wife joins you a few minutes later and you lay in bed together not talking for a while. She snuggles close to you, but you just lay there coldly, not responding. She reaches over and starts fondling your penis and you grunt reluctantly, but you don’t stop her. "You know, it was pretty exciting for me to show my boobs tonight," she purrs in your ear as she fondles your cock. "That’s nice," you say grumpily but you can’t hide the fact that your dick stiffens in response. Your wife notices you getting harder and continues huskily. "Pete and Bob weren’t the only ones looking you know. Sam couldn’t keep his eyes off of them. I didn’t know that I could still have that effect on men." "And all you have to do is act a slut," you say turning to her as she continues working your rod with her hand. "Well, I’ve been pretty modest my whole life up until now," she says eyeing you lovingly as she bends over to go down on you. "Oh shit," you exclaim with pleasure as she wraps her lips around your shaft and sucks. She pauses and says. "It really made me wet when Bob fondled my boobs right in front of you. He just grasped them rudely and pinched my nipples while you sat right there." "Yeah, I didn’t like that," you say, but are surprised that your cock gets even harder as she brings it up again. "Are you sure?" she asks coyly feeling your cock’s reaction. "Jesus! What are you saying?" you say, avoiding her eyes. You wife climbs on top of you and slides your throbbing member inside her. It plunges easily into her soaking pussy and you gasp with satisfaction. "I think you enjoyed that little show tonight," says your wife as she works herself up and down on your hardon. You are about to object, but she puts her finger over your lips. "You can’t hide the fact that it aroused you. I think I should invite Bob and Peter over again for another little party. Heck, I should include Sam too from the way he looked at my titties tonight. Maybe I will wear something a little more… intimate." "I don’t think…" you start to object. "Hush," she says softly. "Maybe I will let them do more than just cop a feel, too," she says devilishly. And now you are too busy cumming inside her to pretend to complain. She joins you by climaxing herself almost simultaneously, and you wonder how strange it is that this perversion has resurrected your love life. *** If you like this, check out my eBooks on Amazon: View my favorite porn images and more free stories on my Tumblr blog: http://gustav-jorgenson.tumblr.com/