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However, as popular as polyamory is these days, I remain deeply skeptical. These stories are intended as fantasies, not a call to action. The deep bonds formed over many years of marriage are too valuable to risk by acting out these animal urges. Look how much nicer Paris became when folks resisted the animal urge to defecate in the streets. I fear that most relationships will be damaged by the jealousy and incrimination of actual infidelity in real life. I wish those of you actively living scenarios like this the best of luck. For the rest of us, I would quote the Big Lebowski: The brain is the biggest erogenous zone. Hold these fantasies in your head and may they rekindle the fire in your loins.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Wife Excited About Date With Two Guys
Excerpted from “What’s My Wife Doing With That Guy?” Cuckold tales of high ribaldry, available on Amazon.
It was a sunny summer afternoon, and being Saturday, I had the day off and was sitting on the back patio reading A Dance with Dragons, drinking iced tea and listening the birds chirping. The green lawn of my back yard stretched out before me and I sighed with satisfaction as I sat in the shade, shielded from the hot sun by the back awning. I heard the front door open and turned around to see my wife, Anne, come bustling into the living room behind me, carrying a bunch of shopping bags.
“Whoa, what’s this all about? I thought you were just going to pick up a new bathing suit,” I laughed. Anne’s normally pale complexion was bright and rosy and her cheeks were flushed with excitement.
“I met these two younger guys at the mall and they asked me out for drinks tonight,” said my wife, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
“Ahh, what?” I asked, feeling slightly queasy at the thought.
“Well, I bumped into these two fellows, Jerry and Roger in the line at Starbucks and we struck up a conversation and we just sort of hit it off.” Anne gave me a wicked smile that filled me with foreboding. Then she tossed her head and hurried off the bedroom with her bags.
I sat in shock for a moment thinking this over. What on earth was my wife doing agreeing to go out drinking with two perfect strangers that she met at Starbuck? We had been married almost 20 years and she had never done anything like that before. It didn’t seem proper. I put my book down and headed back to the bedroom to find out more. I found my wife spreading out her purchases on the bed. She had bought some new dresses as well as lacy stockings and bras and underwear. She seemed very agitated.
“Oh my gosh, I feel like a nervous schoolgirl. I haven’t been on a date in years. How am I going to pick the right outfit?” she murmured, her brow wrinkled with concentration. “I have to call Janet to come over and help me.”
“But, I mean, it’s not really a date,” I said, picking up a transparent bra that she had just bought.
“Well, it sort of is,” insisted my wife as she casually stripped out of her jeans and blouse. I looked at her soft white body, admiring her hourglass figure and big boobs as she discarded her mismatched bra and panties and took the sexy bra from my hands. I was distracted by the sight of her naked form and my penis started growing stiff as I watched her put on her stockings and underwear. She posed in the mirror, her pink nipples just discernable through the thin material of her bra and her shapely legs encased in dark shiny thigh-high stockings. She was poking at her brunette bob, primping her hair to good effect. “Does this look sexy enough?”
“It’s sexy, of course,” I stammered, reaching down to adjust the hardon in my shorts. “But, uh, why are you so concerned about wearing sexy underwear? It’s not like anyone is going to see you in it.”
Anne flashed me a glance, her baby blue eyes twinkling wickedly. “Let me call Janet to help me. I can’t expect my husband to help me get ready for a date with two gorgeous men.” She bent over to rummage around in her purse, and I gazed with admiration at her round ass cheeks. Once she had her iPhone out, she shooed me from the room with it as she pulled up her best friend Janet’s contact info.. “Ok, out, out, you, I need to find the right outfit and you aren’t helping.”
“I don’t know why you keep call this thing a date,” I whined as my petite little wife pushed me out of the bedroom with a good-natured smile.
“Janet, darling, I had the most outrageous afternoon at the mall today, you won’t believe it. What are you doing right now? I need you to come over right away and help me,” babbled my wife happily into her phone as she closed the bedroom door in my face.
“This really isn’t appropriate,” I said to the door.
I wandered out back and paced around in the backyard as I contemplated this turn of events. The birds were still chirping and the sun was still shining, but my mood was troubled now. The hot sun beat down on my head as I wandered about aimlessly, ruminating.
“Hey Sam!” called my next-door neighbor Ed from his back porch. “What’s the matter, did you lose your keys or something?”
“No, no, Ed, just thinking,” I called back with a wry smile.
“Well beer always helps me think, want a beer?”
“Uh, sure,” I agreed. Maybe it would be good to talk this over with Ed. My wife and I had lived next to Ed and his wife Caty for years.
Ed pushed through the shrubs between our two backyards holding a six pack high over his head.
“What’s bothering you, buddy?” he asked, handing me a beer and settling into a chair on my patio.
I took the beer gratefully and twisted it open. I took a deep draught, pausing to enjoy the crisp pilsner and to collect my thoughts.
“You know Anne and I, Ed,” I began, “My wife and I have a happy marriage and I’ve never been the jealous type. But Anne never really gave me much reason to be jealous. She is a good, modest, wife and never flirted with other men.”
“Uh, sure,” said Ed, looking at me strangely. “What are we talking about exactly?”
At that moment we heard a car pull up in front of the house and then I heard Janet and my wife’s cackling laughter from the living room. Janet poked her head out the sliding door to the porch and called out to us. “Hallo, there Sam, Hi Ed!” she shouted cheerfully. “How are you, loves?”
“I’m fine, Janet, fine, just a little confused,” I replied with a crooked smile.
“Oh, I know, I don’t really understand this myself,” laughed Janet. “But Anne certainly seems happy. I haven’t seen her so animated in years.” Then Anne appeared behind Janet, wrapped in a robe, and she dragged her girlfriend back inside, waving merrily at Ed and I.
“Of course she will sometimes go out for drinks with her male coworkers, but I never really think anything of it. She certainly never made much fuss over what she wore when she went out with the guys from her office,” I continued in a daze after drinking more beer.
“Sam, do want to tell me what the hell is going on here?” asked Ed leaning forward, brows furrowed in concern. He looked very worried, clasping his hands together on the patio table that separated us.
“Anne is getting ready to go out drinking with two guys she met at the mall today,” I said, holding up my hands helplessly. I didn’t feel that I was conveying the situation very well.
“Well, that seems perfectly harmless,” said Ed, leaning back and giving a puff of relief. He rubbed his balding pate thoughtfully. “Sure, Caty goes out drinking with guys from her job sometimes. I don’t make a big deal out of it.”
“But she never calls it a date, right? Anne is referring to this as a date,” I complained, feeling petty and jealous.
“Yeah, but if it’s with two guys, how can it be a date?” asked Ed.
“She insisted it was a date,” I continued. “And, uh, she deliberately put on some sexy underwear in preparation. Janet’s here to help pick a sexy outfit.”
Ed pursed his lips judiciously, “Ohh, well, that’s uh, I don’t know what to make of that, I admit. I guess women always want to look nice, but the sexy underwear is going a bit far.” Ed laughed uncomfortably. “I mean it’s not as though she is planning on showing two strange guys her underwear tonight, is she?”
I just looked at him miserably and took a swig of my beer. What if she is? I thought to myself and my gut twisted with jealousy.
“Come on, you can’t be serious,” laughed Ed, but his eyes were worried.
“Why did she refer to these two guys as gorgeous? That didn’t sound right to me. A wife shouldn’t talk about how gorgeous other men are to her husband,” I stammered. I felt indignant, but there was a strange feeling inside me as though my familiar old wife was suddenly transforming into a stranger.
“Ok, boys, what do you think?” called Janet, opening the sliding screen door and pushing my wife out onto the patio.
My mouth dropped open as I gazed at my wife’s tiny black dress. It was cut low to expose her generous cleavage and was so short that there were a few inches of thigh visible above the tops of her stockings. I noticed Ed staring with shock at my wife’s slutty outfit and he adjusted his crotch unconsciously as he ogled her body. Anne tugged bashfully at the hem of her dress and wiggled her hips. She was blushing furiously.
“You look like a goddamn prostitute,” I blurted angrily. “You can’t go out with two strange men like that.”
“Sam, how could you,” gasped my wife. “I’m nervous enough as it is without you giving me a hard time. Can’t you say something nice and flattering? I’m already feeling insecure about this.”
“Tsk, tsk, Sam, shame on you, playing the jealous husband,” scolded Janet.
“Well, it is a very, ah, revealing, dress,” put in Ed, keeping one hand over his crotch.
Janet squinted at him angrily and he held up his other hand as though to ward off a blow. “I mean, you do look marvelous, I mean, you are a knockout in that dress, Anne,” he said.
“But it sure doesn’t leave much to the imagination,” I said. I felt my heart thumping in my chest as I looked at my wife. The impression that she was a stranger to me got much stronger. She never dressed this way.
“A woman always likes to dress nicely when she goes out on a date,” said Janet, looking down her nose at me.
“These two guys are much younger,” explained my wife. “I’m afraid that they won’t pay attention to an older lady like me unless I show them a little skin to pique their interest.”
“Well, that dress is sure to pique something,” laughed Ed, but he subsided guiltily when I shot him a look of betrayal.
“A wife shouldn’t be going on a date in first place, let alone with the intent of sexually stimulating two younger men!” I said, patting the tabletop for emphasis.
“Look at you acting like a jealous husband after all these years,” said my wife coming over and squeezing my cheeks affectionately. “That is so cute, honey,” she said, planting a quick kiss on my lips. Then her phone buzzed and she pulled it out excitedly. “Oh my gosh,” she gasped her eyes widening as she gazed at her phone. Janet peeked over her shoulder and burst out laughing as my wife tucked her phone away, giving me an awkward glance.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Oh, uh, Jerry just texted me, I have to go,” said my wife.
“Anne sent him some pictures while we were getting her dressed,” said Janet with a smirk. “And he sent one back of his own.”
“Wait, what kind of pictures did you send him?” I asked, feeling my face grow hotter.
“Janet, be a dear and stay and fix Sam some dinner while I’m gone, will you dear?” interrupted my wife hurriedly.
“Absolutely, I want to be here when you get back to hear all the juicy details in person,” said Janet.
“Actually, if things go well, I might try to bring the boys back here later to, you know, get to know each other a little better,” said my wife, poking her tongue out between her teeth playfully.
“I don’t like the sound of that,” I said.
“Darling, don’t be such a grump, can’t you wish me luck?” asked my wife with exasperation.
“I’m not sure I want you to get lucky tonight,” I scoffed.
“Bah, such a poor sport,” replied my little wife, bending down to give me a peck on the cheek. “Bye, bye, everyone, see you later!” Then she teetered away in her heels.
“Good luck, darling, knock em dead,” called Janet. Then she sat down at the table with Ed and I and helped herself to one of his beers. “Shame on you, Sam, acting like a big baby about this,” she said.
“Come on, Janet, what do you want from me? Wives aren’t supposed to go on dates! And when my wife says she’s going on a date with two guys dressed like a whore it makes it seem like a threesome is in the works,” I said, surprising myself at how bluntly I put it.
“You don’t really think that,” said Ed aghast. “I mean, you and Anne have been married for twenty years!”
“Look, Sam, Anne just needs some attention from other men for a change,” explained Janet patiently. “A woman gets into her forties and finds that society doesn’t value her as much as younger women. Men pay less attention to her, and her self-esteem starts to suffer. Now out of the blue, two younger guys show some interest in her and suddenly she feels like a woman again instead of just an aging wife, now she feels like a MILF, now she’s a cougar! Of course she’s excited. Didn’t you see how she was glowing? How can you deny her this bit of fun? Don’t be so selfish. For shame, Sam, for shame.”
“Oh, shit, Janet,” I said, looking down at my beer. “You are making me feel guilty.”
“Don’t feel bad, honey, I know this all must be very confusing for you. Now you fire up the grill and I will pull out some steaks and make a nice salad to go with them. Are you joining us, Ed?”
“I would like that. Caty is off with her sister and the nieces today,” said Ed, looking at me questioningly.
“Of course you should stay, Ed, I need to talk this over and I want another husband’s perspective,” I said.
Janet grilled up some steaks for us and we all enjoyed them with the green salad she prepared as we polished off another six pack between us. We made small talk throughout the meal but as Ed helped me clear the plates away and the sun was setting, I returned to the topic that had been dominating my thoughts all afternoon.
“Ed, how would you feel if Caty was getting all excited and dressing up in a sexy outfit to go out on a date with two strange guys?” I asked.
Ed pursed his lips and thought it over for a moment before answering, then he broke out into a broad grin and loaded his plates into the dishwasher before answering. “Honestly, Sam, I would just break out laughing. It’s too bizarre to imagine Caty with another man after all these years.”
“How do you feel right now, Ed?” asked Janet, she was a bit drunk and she rubbed my arm in a more friendly way than she normally would. “Are you jealous?”
“When I think about it, I guess I’m not that jealous,” I said, surprised to find that out about myself. “I have this weird sensation that my wife has suddenly become a stranger to me. When I think about her dating other guys, I am forced to think of her as a free agent or something. Like a separate person instead of, uh, my wife.”
“I know what you mean,” agreed Ed eagerly. “Caty is like a part of me. I can’t imagine what she must seem like in another man’s eyes.”
“Well I guess a couple does lose independence after so many years,” said Janet thoughtfully. “But it seems a bit unhealthy if you are startled to think of your wife as her own person.”
“It hurts me,” I admitted. “I feel that she is breaking the rules by going out with these guys, well not so much by just going out, but more by being so excited about them. Don’t I give her enough attention? Don’t I compliment her enough.”
“It’s not like that, Sam,” said Janet, patting my thigh in consolation. “You can’t ever give her that kind of excitement any more. You are a known quantity. They are strange and new and exciting. But at the same time, they can never give her what she shares with you. Twenty years of history, sticking together through thick and thin, knowing each other’s every quirk and foible. There is no competition there.”
“Ok, ok, I see what you mean. Maybe I should calm down and let her have a bit of fun,” I said, not really feeling comfortable with the idea.
“Sure, a little bit of casual sex is just what she needs to feel like a woman again,” said Janet avoiding my gaze as she quickly took a slug of beer.
“Casual sex?” I croaked, nearly choking on my beer.
“Well, I mean, it’s not guaranteed or anything, but that’s certainly her goal for the evening,” said Janet defensively. “She’s not bringing those boys back here to have cookies and milk. I mean, did you really not see where this evening was headed?”
“Come on Janet,” said Ed with a surprised look. “You can’t just expect Sam to swallow that. This is his wife after all.”
“This wasn’t my damn idea,” said Janet. “How would you feel if your wife had sex with one or possibly both of these young men tonight, Sam?” She looked at me, waiting for a response.
I just stared at Janet dumbfounded for a moment. But of course I suspected Anne was up to something when I saw the lacy underwear. “I feel a cold sensation in my gut,” I said. “It’s like my world is getting torn apart in some way.” I put my hand on my chest. “My heart is pounding, Annie is my little wife you know. I can’t imagine some strange men having their way with her. Using her for sex. Oh my god.”
Janet arched her brow at me. “It’s sort of hot isn’t it?”
“Hot?” I squeaked in shock.
“It is sort of hot,” admitted Ed.
“That’s easy for you to say, it’s not Caty about to get fucked by two strangers,” I said.
“She needs to get fucked SOMETIME, she’s still a woman, you know,” said Janet. “When’s the last time YOU fucked her?”
“Janet, come on,” I said, blushing, and glancing over at Ed who averted his eye in embarrassment.
“Anne tells me everything, you don’t need to answer,” sniffed Janet.
“Well of course the spark dies down when you’ve been together for 20 years,” chuckled Ed. “What do you expect?”
“Well, these two young fellows are sparking pretty hotly for Anne,” laughed Janet. “You should have seen the dick pics they texted your wife. Thick and firm. These young guys have healthy hormone levels.”
“Dick pics?” I croaked.
“Like Anthony Weiner sent?” asked Ed.
“It was really the only appropriate response after Anne texted them pics of herself in her new lingerie,” offered Janet. I recognized that she was pretty drunk by how shiny her eyes were and how loose her tongue. “Or snapchatted or whatever. Anyway, you saw her lingerie, Sam, you can imagine how those boys reacted when they saw those pictures.”
“Let me get this straight,” I said carefully, holding up one unsteady hand.
Just then Janet’s phone chimed. “Hold that thought, dear, you wife and her two young lovers are pulling up now,” said Janet, as she read the text from her phone. “Oh jeez, I’m just beside myself with excitement.”
We heard a car pull into the driveway with a loud screech and then the sound of uproarious laughter as my wife and her two suitors came piling in through my front door and into the living room. Anne snapped the living room light on and we could clearly see the drunken threesome from the patio where we sat. It was dark now and they probably couldn’t see us in return. My wife’s hair was uncharacteristically disheveled and her dress was hanging off one shoulder seductively. Her shoes were gone and her stockings were running. She was accompanied by two smartly dressed college men in their mid twenties. There were very preppie with short carefully trimmed hair, parted to the side, khakis, oxfords, and sperries.
The cocky expressions on their faces reminded a bit of stereotypical 80’s movie douchebags. I could tell they felt quite at ease as they plopped down on my living room sofa as though they owned the place. Anne opened the sliding door and slipped out onto the patio, closing it quickly behind her.
“Oh my gosh, this is so exciting!” she gushed, her eyes bright from the alcohol, and her cheeks flushed red.
“Rawr, those boys are HOT!” exclaimed Janet, clutching my wife excitedly.
“I know, and we’ve gotten each other pretty hot and bothered all evening,” chirped my wife.
“Wait, what’s been going on?” I asked, feeling a sinking feeling in my gut. Who was this woman who looked like my wife but acted like a drunken whore?
“Oh, you know a bit of flirting, a little ass squeezing here, a well timed flash of boob and maybe a crotch grab,” bubbled my wife happily. Then she waved dismissively. “Nevermind all that, I will describe it in detail for you later. For now, you need to come in there and show them that you don’t object to all this. They know I’m married and they are feeling a bit bashful about you know, the whole sex thing.”
“Gah, what are you talking about?” I shrieked, pulling on my hair. “I don’t feel right about this whole sex thing.”
“They sure don’t seem bashful, they are helping themselves to the scotch,” commented Ed with a grin.
“Honey, stop being a big baby,” said my wife wrapping her arms around me and blasting me in the face with breath of pure ethanol. “Come in and meet the boys and then help me get undressed for them so they see what a good sport you are.”
“Buh, buh, but, that’s preposterous,” I stammered, my heart racing.
“Don’t ruin this for me,” demanded my little wife, stamping her foot petulantly. “You know I always put out on the first date.”
“You always put out on the first date? You little slut!” said Janet, her eyes bright with excitement.
“I wouldn’t have guessed that about you,” commented Ed, eyeing my wife’s body with renewed interest.
“I did know that, which is why I didn’t like it when you called this a date,” I complained, unable to hold her intense gaze.
“We can argue about this all you want later, now come and help get bag these two studs,” giggled my wife, pulling me by the hand and dragging me back inside with her.
“God, you are drunk as hell,” I muttered. But I went along with it, didn’t I? I was curious to see if she would really go through with it, my little wife. She used to be quite a slut in her younger days. Any guy lucky enough to get a date with her was sure to get laid. But after all these years of married life, I assumed I had domesticated her. Maybe not. We had to see.
“This is going to be so fucking hot,” said Janet wringing her hands.
“Pass the popcorn,” agreed Ed with a lewd grin.
“Jeffrey, Roger, this is my husband, Sam,” said Anne introducing me.
“Wazzup, bro, you wife is like a total cougar, dude,” laughed Roger.
“And your scotch is superb,” chimed in Jeffrey, holding up his glass in a cheer, with his snotty ivy league nose in the air.
“Sam is going to help me get undressed so that you don’t feel, uh, any compunction about, um anything,” said my wife nervously. The boys laughed lecherously at my wife’s discomfiture. She was blushing madly as she turned to me and hissed, “Unzip my dress, Sam, come on!”
I stood there with my palms sweating profusely avoiding the arrogant gazes of these two privileged pricks but I didn’t want my wife to get upset, so I just unzipped the back of her dress as she asked. It felt both upsetting and exciting to be offering my woman up like a piece of meat to these two asshats.
She faced her two lovers and wriggled seductively out of her dress until it dropped to her ankles.
“Now unhook, my bra, will you darling?” she asked me sweetly, facing the two horny young guys who were drinking in the sight of my wife’s sexy body hungrily and totally ignoring me at this point.
“Oh jesus, the things I do for you,” I muttered as I unsnapped my wife’s bra with shaking hands.
“Holy Fuck, look at those titties!” yelled Roger with excitement as my wife’s luscious orbs came spilling out and I helped her out of her bra.
“This is going to be really good for our sex life, wait and see,” whispered my wife. “Now help me get these panties off.”
I sighed in resignation and gripped my wife’s panties and yanked them down over her wide hips, down past her smooth white thighs over her shapely calves and down to her lovely little feet. I glanced up to see my wife rubbing her bush suggestively for Jeffrey and Roger as she stepped out of her panties.
“Would you mind going back out on the patio, now darling?” asked my wife lightly. “I think Jeffrey and Roger and I would like some alone time.”
“Oh sure, no problem,” I grumbled, slapping her bare ass as I shuffled back out onto the patio.
“You’ve got big balls to go along with that,” said Ed. “I wouldn’t have the guts to go through with this. Oh, and Anne sure has a hot body.”
“Yeah Ed, thanks a lot,” I said, my pits were soaked and my heart was pounding as I flopped back into my seat and watched my wife showing off her naked body to her two boyfriends. She juggled her big boobs in her hands and then turned and presented her cute round rump for inspection.
“I think the gentlemen approve,” purred Janet excitedly as we watched the two young men unzip their flies and jerk their meats as they ogled my wife’s naked body. “This is so hot it’s going to spice up MY love life. I’m gonna go home and fuck the shit out of Frank tonight. I am wet as hell right now.”
“Janet!” I exclaimed in shock.
“Well, I am,” she laughed.
“I’m just going to jerk off over here if no one minds,” offered Ed modestly as he unzipped his own fly.
“This is just wrong,” I complained, my pulse racing as my wife went and sat on the couch between the two preps, totally naked except for her black stockings. She leaned over and started whispering in Roger’s ear and then planted her mouth on his. Soon their tongues were flicking back and forth as he reached up and grabbed one of her heavy breasts in his hand.
“Wow, she didn’t waste any time did she?” laughed Janet.
“Lookit the other guy, he’s feeling up her thighs!” commented Ed as he stroked himself discreetly under the table.
“I see that Ed, I see that,” I snapped, and I felt my stomach flip as I watched my wife of 20 years fooling around with two strange young men on the couch.
“Oh, jeez, look, she’s jerking his pud!” gasped Janet, fanning herself as she watched my wife’s hand sneak down and grip Roger’s stiff wang, protruding from his open fly. “Are you OK, with this, Sam? How are you feeling?”
“This is so crazy, she’s really grabbing that guy’s dick, I almost can’t believe it, but there she is naked as a jaybird and just tugging away on that young guy’s prick while he feels her boobs up,” I said.
“This is incredibly kinky,” panted Ed as he fapped away, sweat beading on his forehead.
“I can’t believe you are jerking off over there,” commented Janet, peering under the table to get a peek at Ed’s penis.
“Oh, shit, now the other guy is fingering her!” shouted Ed.
We all turned to watch the show as we sat on the dark patio in the cool evening air, with crickets chirping peacefully all around us, watching a veritable sex show in my warmly lit living room. We were gazing through the sliding glass door, invisible to the occupants within. Sure enough, the other fellow, Jeffrey, was pushing his fingers in and out of my wife’s pussy and we could tell it was exciting her because we saw her increase her pace as she jerked on Roger’s prick.
“Isn’t this making you jealous, Sam?” asked Ed.
“I don’t know, Ed,” I admitted as my cock grew stiff at the sight of my wife making out with one guy, jerking him off while getting fingering by another. “I mean yes, and no. On the one hand, we’ve been together too long for me to even consider breaking it off. And I’m sure Anne would never leave me for some arrogant young prick she just met. But on the other hand, it feels weird watching her do these intimate things with other men. She had reserved her intimacy for me alone all these years and it feels crazy to watch her getting naked and having her genitals violated. But somehow, you know the earth doesn’t explode or anything. She’s breaking the rules and really it doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, look, here she goes, she’s sucking him off now,” panted Janet, fondling her own boobs unconsciously as my wife knelt on the couch next to Roger and lowered her head down to suck his cock. Her hair hung down so I couldn’t see the cock actually enter her mouth, but there was no doubt what she was doing. Jeffrey found himself confronted with my wife’s round white ass and he wasted no time in kneeling on the couch behind her and positioning himself so that he could sink his dong into her from behind.
I watched in fascination as Jeffrey’s stiff boner penetrated my wife’s puffy labia and she lifted her head and looked back at him with surprised amusement and shook a scolding finger at him. But he just gripped her hips and started humping away on my wife and she arched her spine and threw her head back in pleasure as the eager young fellow dogged her enthusiastically. Roger impatiently grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her head and forced her back down onto his cock and so she submissively resumed sucking him.
“Oh wow, they are getting rough with her,” grunted Ed and then he snarled. “Oops, sorry, I just uh, came on the underside of your table.”
“You are cleaning that up,” I said distractedly as I fingered my hardon through my pants while I watched my wife getting roughly used by two privileged frat boys.
“I’m glad he’s got her by the hair, now I can see his cock better with her hair out of the way,” said Janet as she rubbed her crotch shamelessly and watched. She glanced over at me seductively. “Why don’t you whip out your johnson and start stroking it, Sam?” she purred.
“I would feel I little weird about that,” I gulped looking at Janet’s big boobs.
“Look, look, he’s getting ready to cum!” shouted Ed, and we looked over to see my wife flicking her tongue rapidly across the head of Roger’s cock while he wriggled dramatically and then suddenly streams of jizm erupted from the tip of his penis and shot into my wife’s waiting mouth and across her cheeks and forehead.
“That boy must have been eating oysters,” commented Janet, as Roger sent spurt after spurt of hot cum into in my wife’s face. She turned to smile out at us, and though I knew she couldn’t see us through the light reflected from the glass, my stomach flipped and my gonads swelled with arousal at the site of her face slick with another man’s seed. Presently Jeffrey gave a telltale spasm as he humped Anne and we knew that he had cum inside her. He pulled out gingerly and she licked his penis clean for him and help him zip up in a disturbingly motherly gesture. Then she helped Roger tuck his own limp dick away again and she shooed the two boys out of the room like naughty schoolboys late for class.
She headed back out to patio when they were gone with a swagger in her step, totally naked and soaked in cum, inside and out.
“Well, was it good for you?” asked Anne with a devilish gleam in her eye.
“Oh my god, you filthy whore,” said Janet. “I nearly came just watching you getting ravished by those two young stallions.”
“They did get a bit rough with me for a minute there,” said Anne, casually wiping the cum from her face and plopping down in my lap, totally unconcerned about being nude in from of Ed. “Did you enjoy the show, Ed?” she asked, shimmying her shoulders a bit to make her bare boobs jiggle for him.
“Yeah, I jerked off while I watched until I came under your table,” he admitted, gazing at my wife’s hard pink nipples.
“Ew, you pig, go grab some paper towels and clean that up this instant,” scolded my wife and Ed scurried off, thoroughly chastised. Anne wrapped her arm around my neck and looked me in the eye. A glob of stray semen was dripping from her brow. “How are you doing, honey, I can feel your hardon down there.”
“Yeah, well, I guess that was pretty, um stimulating,” I admitted.
“Problem is, that those two jokers blew their wads before I had a chance to cum,” sighed Anne as Ed re-appeared with the paper towels and hastily cleaned up the mess he made under our table. “Can you come inside and ahh, finish the job those two lightweights started?”
“Ok,” I said eagerly, pushing her from my lap and jumping to my feet.
“You can join us if you want, Ed,” said my wife, giving me a daring look. “That is if you’ve got any shots left in the old bandelier. I promise not to tell Caty if you don’t.”
“I want to come too,” whined Janet. “I’m horny as fuck right now.”
“Sure, the more the merrier,” laughed my wife, and we all went inside and had some really fucking strange sex until we were all exhausted.