By Gustav Jorgenson
My wife Amanda is sort of a dominant woman. I think of her as an alpha female. I’m not complaining. Lord knows I wasn’t much of a ladies man back in our college days when we first met. I always needed the woman to make the first move. And she certainly did. But that’s another story. Sometimes my wife gets frustrated by my generally passive nature and it can get a little… how I put this? Well maybe this story can provide an illustration.
Amanda and I were driving back from brunch at a nice little spot in Berkeley one Sunday afternoon. She was driving the new BMW I had bought her for her birthday and I was in the passenger seat. I might be a bit passive, but at least I make enough money to buy her nice things. But anyway, we both had a few too many mimosas so we didn’t notice when she missed our exit and we ended up having to jump off the freeway down by the Coliseum in Oakland so we could turn around.
That part of Oakland was always really resistant to gentrification and we both commented on the urban blight.
“Tsk, tsk, look at this. All these boarded up homes,” said Amanda with a sigh. She had her sunglasses on her head and she looked quite dashing in her sharp little skirt suit and jacket.
“Yes, it’s terrible,” I agreed sleepily. I was having trouble keeping my eyes open to be honest.
“And look at all these hooligans loitering on the corners outside the convenience stores.”
“No, it’s not too savory,” I said.
Amanda slowed down a bit to look at some young thuggish types and they stared back, giving us dirty looks. “Ugh, look how brash these fellows are, staring like that,” said my wife.
“One wouldn’t want to break down in this neighborhood,” I said.
“Hmph, that’s true. It’s not as though I could rely on YOU to protect me.”
“Now honey,” I sighed. This was a running refrain with her. “You don’t need anyone to protect you. You can protect yourself.”
“True enough,” said Amanda and she pulled a right off the main road and went around the block back to the corner with the thugs.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked. I sat up in my seat and glanced to make sure the door was locked.
“I just want to have a little fun,” said Amanda, pulling over and stopping the car on the side street a few door down from the convenience store. “Let’s see what would happen if we DID break down in this wretched neighborhood. Do you think anyone would come to help us?” She had that look in her eye when she’s ***** sometimes, when she’s itching for a fight.
“Now Amanda, be reasonable. This is a rough place. I know you like to push your limits sometimes, but this might be really dangerous.” I glanced nervously at the hoodlums on the street corner as they started pointing in our direction.
My wife sneered at me. “What a little coward you are, sometimes Stanley. It really is disgusting.” She reached forward and released the hood latch. “I’m half inclined to teach you a lesson in bravery.”
“What are you doing?” I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead and dampening the armpits of my shirt.
“Why, I’m going to see what the matter is with the engine, silly,” she said in a falsetto. Then she really shocked me by reaching up her skirt and pulling her panties down.
“But, you know darn well there is nothing wrong with the car,” I stammered. “It’s a brand new car! And why are you taking your panties off?”
“That’s where the bravery comes in,” my wife told me with a wink. What a she-devil she could be sometimes.
Amanda left her drawers under the gas pedal and climbed out of the car. She is a tall woman with fiery red hair, pale white skin, and a big bosom. She looked quite imposing in her expensive outfit. And sexy too, it was very tight and showed her curves to good advantage. She strutted arrogantly toward the front of the car, flipping her hair to attract the attention of the hooligans, and then she lifted the hood with a loud sigh of exasperation.
The group of young men of color came and stood nearby. They were watching my wife closely as she bent over to peer under the hood of our car, but they made no move to help her. As I looked at the young men, I realized that they weren’t really very dangerous looking. They were just teenaged boys really, and I relaxed a little bit. I even rolled the window down and considered informing them that the car wasn’t really broken down. But then my wife hiked up her skirt a bit and bent over with her rear pointed in their direction and they broke out in hoots of surprise.
I could see part of my wife’s bare bottom showing below the hem of her skirt and I started getting an erection. I wasn’t really feeling afraid of the young men anymore. They were pointing and shouting, but also covering their faces and peeking bashfully between their fingers at my wife’s immodesty. She stood up straight and turned to face the youth and I saw that she had unbuttoned her blouse nearly half-way, exposing an impressive amount of cleavage. She was quite brave, I will give her that.
“Are you boys going to just stand around there, sniggering, or is one of you capable of helping a lady in distress?” My wife put her hands on her hips and spread her legs slightly and she cut quite a luscious and imposing figure as she faced off against the ghetto youths. But really she was old enough to be their mother and they wilted beneath her imperious gaze even though her breasts and buttocks were hanging half out. I was actually starting to enjoy their discomfiture for a moment. Now they knew how I felt facing my wife when her dander was up.
Before I could get too comfortable though, a middle aged black man in a work shirt and jeans came along.
“What you niggas doin’ over here?” he demanded suspiciously of the young men. He looked at my wife facing them down and then our car with the hood up. “You young bloods messin’ with this white lady?”
“Naw, nigga, naw, we just chillin’!” insisted one young fellow.
“She got no DRAWERS on, OG, her booty sticking out when she bent over!” explained another.
“Hush up with that bullshit,” said the older man with a wave of his hand. “None you little thugs think to try to help out? Look like she broke down.”
“Her bra broke down, cuz. Look at them titties hanging out!”
“Why you little scallywag! Watch your tongue!” scolded my wife. But her breasts really were practically bursting out of her bra.
The older black man stared at my wife’s pale jiggling mammary glands with fascination. My wife watched him gazing at her chest and a little smirk came onto her face.
“Do you know anything about cars, sir?” she asked him.
“Cars?” he asked stupidly, still smitten by her mesmerizing breasts.
“My car isn’t working,” explained my wife. She was suppressing a smile. “My poor husband is useless around cars.” She gestured to me dismissively and I gave him a little wave of chagrin.
“Uh huh?” he asked, looking at me warily.
“He’s sort of useless generally, actually,” said my wife chattily. “Especially in bed.” I felt my face burning a deep red as the kids broke out laughing at my expense but the black man just shook his head sadly.
“That’s a damn shame. You a fine looking woman.” He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from my wife’s lively bosom.
“Yes, well, his key doesn’t quite turn my ignition if you know what I mean,” she told him with a wink. “I need a real man to get my engine going.”
“Honey, come on,” I complained weakly. The young thugs were having hysterics at my expense.
“No, no, brother, I think I can help you folks out,” said the black man. He looked my wife’s body over. “Let’s take a look at that car. I know about engines and whatnot.”
“There is some problem in here,” said my wife, and she turned and bent down under the hood again, but this time she pulled her skirt up around her waist and exposed her entire bare ass. It looked pretty good. Nice and round. The peanut gallery reacted wildly, the young men slapping each other and running in circles. But the older man just hitched up his belt and walked resolutely up behind my wife.
“I know what she needs,” he told me matter of factly as he gripped my wife’s hips and started grinding his crotch against her naked ass.
Amanda gave a gasp of surprise as the stranger started dry humping her from behind. “Oh yes, I think you have the tool to start my engine alright!” she purred.
Now I don’t know what you are thinking as you read this right now. Maybe you think I should have jumped out and confronted this big black man and pulled him off of my wife. Or maybe you think I should have hopped over to the driver’s seat and just driven away, to leave my wife at the mercy of the ghetto. But of course I didn’t do either of these things. When you have a dominant wife, you just need to put up with things like this now and then. I had long ago resigned myself to my fate. So when I saw how things were going, I just sighed and unzipped my fly. At least I could pleasure myself while I watched my wife getting used in broad daylight by a total stranger, with a pack of hooting underprivileged teens looking on.
My wife turned to face the big man and he pushed her back against the car as they started kissing. I pulled on my modest erection, my mouth going dry, as I watched his hands roaming freely over my wife’s voluptuous body. The teenagers of course were on the verge of a collective nervous breakdown over this turn of events and they shouted shrill encouragements. The stranger quickly had my wife’s bra unhooked and was juggling her luscious knockers in his hands as she pinched the huge bulge in his pants.
“Oh my gosh, what a tool you have. Let’s show my husband!” she giggled.
“Oh, that’s kind of fucked up, woman. You cold,” said the black man. He looked at me with embarrassment.
“Not at all! Stanley knows his place. Look! The little worm already has his pathetic excuse for a penis pulled out and he’s spanking happily away.”
I cringed at the insult. “Well, I’m not HAPPY about it, just used to it, I guess.”
“Well, you should be used to the idea that I need to get serviced by a REAL man every now and then,” she told me. “Look at this thing, Stanley. He’s hung like a moose.” And my wife pulled the black man over by the passenger side window where I sat and unzipped his pants. His huge member came out and it was truly a frightening piece of meat. It was stiff and veiny and uncut. I could even smell it’s funk and I wrinkled my nose in disgust. But Amanda was on her knees in an instant and started licking and sucking the man’s junk while the young onlookers cheered her audacity.
I had a front row seat as my wife enthusiastically fellated the big cock and balls while the black man groaned in pleasure, putting his hands on my wife’s head. She looked me boldly in the eye, one massive testicle in her mouth, the other hanging out and I felt my heart racing as I fapped away. Up and down her head bobbed as she gobbled this stranger’s dong for the whole world to see. It was pretty intense and I almost felt myself hyperventilating.
“Put you key in my lock!” panted my wife finally. And she stood and bent over, presenting her ass to the man while gripping the sill of the passenger window. The horny fellow eagerly acquiesced and I watched my wife’s face, just inches from my own as the big cock entered her. She made the cutest O of surprise. It was very titillating and I was on the verge of ejacjulating when I saw her expression. “Oh STANLEY! “ she whimpered. “He’s so FORCEFUL! Not like you at all. He’s fucking me like an ANIMAL!”
He certainly was working her out. I could hear his hips slapping violently against my wife’s bare ass and she was being wrenched back and forth by his aggressive thrusts into her. She put her hands on the roof of the car to steady herself and her big white boobs started swaying in and out of the car window, slapping me in the face as the stranger’s shagging put them into pendulous motion. Of course this was too much to take and I spurted my own meager seed as one of my wife’s big pink nipples lodged itself in my ear for a moment. It was very satisfying and I actually felt sleepy for a moment as I nuzzled my face into my wife’s bosom.
I lost track of time for a moment, but soon I heard her crying out as she reached her climax and then the black man was grunting.
“Don’t cum inside, you have to show my husband,” chided my wife. So the stranger pulled out awkwardly and my wife dropped back to her knees so I could watch the shocking black phallus spurt out one voluminous stream of hot semen after another onto my wife’s face and exposed chest. The sperm just seemed to keep on flowing for a ridiculous amount of time and Amanda was chuckling in amazement as she got absolutely soaked with the virile stranger’s jism. “Good GOD what a stud!” she said appreciatively when the flow finally slowed to a dribble.
“Happy to be of service, baby,” said the big man, smiling down benevolently at my utterly violated wife in her cum infused skirt suit. Her bright red cheeks were shiny with his spum and I handed her a tissue out the window though it was woefully inadequate for the job. She needed a towel or two, not a kleenex.
The drive home was relatively uneventful. Though I did think it was bit dangerous of my wife to leave her sperm slathered breasts exposed as she drove us home. Several male drivers nearly got into accidents from the distraction.
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My wife Amanda is sort of a dominant woman. I think of her as an alpha female. I’m not complaining. Lord knows I wasn’t much of a ladies man back in our college days when we first met. I always needed the woman to make the first move. And she certainly did. But that’s another story. Sometimes my wife gets frustrated by my generally passive nature and it can get a little… how I put this? Well maybe this story can provide an illustration.
Amanda and I were driving back from brunch at a nice little spot in Berkeley one Sunday afternoon. She was driving the new BMW I had bought her for her birthday and I was in the passenger seat. I might be a bit passive, but at least I make enough money to buy her nice things. But anyway, we both had a few too many mimosas so we didn’t notice when she missed our exit and we ended up having to jump off the freeway down by the Coliseum in Oakland so we could turn around.
That part of Oakland was always really resistant to gentrification and we both commented on the urban blight.
“Tsk, tsk, look at this. All these boarded up homes,” said Amanda with a sigh. She had her sunglasses on her head and she looked quite dashing in her sharp little skirt suit and jacket.
“Yes, it’s terrible,” I agreed sleepily. I was having trouble keeping my eyes open to be honest.
“And look at all these hooligans loitering on the corners outside the convenience stores.”
“No, it’s not too savory,” I said.
Amanda slowed down a bit to look at some young thuggish types and they stared back, giving us dirty looks. “Ugh, look how brash these fellows are, staring like that,” said my wife.
“One wouldn’t want to break down in this neighborhood,” I said.
“Hmph, that’s true. It’s not as though I could rely on YOU to protect me.”
“Now honey,” I sighed. This was a running refrain with her. “You don’t need anyone to protect you. You can protect yourself.”
“True enough,” said Amanda and she pulled a right off the main road and went around the block back to the corner with the thugs.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked. I sat up in my seat and glanced to make sure the door was locked.
“I just want to have a little fun,” said Amanda, pulling over and stopping the car on the side street a few door down from the convenience store. “Let’s see what would happen if we DID break down in this wretched neighborhood. Do you think anyone would come to help us?” She had that look in her eye when she’s ***** sometimes, when she’s itching for a fight.
“Now Amanda, be reasonable. This is a rough place. I know you like to push your limits sometimes, but this might be really dangerous.” I glanced nervously at the hoodlums on the street corner as they started pointing in our direction.
My wife sneered at me. “What a little coward you are, sometimes Stanley. It really is disgusting.” She reached forward and released the hood latch. “I’m half inclined to teach you a lesson in bravery.”
“What are you doing?” I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead and dampening the armpits of my shirt.
“Why, I’m going to see what the matter is with the engine, silly,” she said in a falsetto. Then she really shocked me by reaching up her skirt and pulling her panties down.
“But, you know darn well there is nothing wrong with the car,” I stammered. “It’s a brand new car! And why are you taking your panties off?”
“That’s where the bravery comes in,” my wife told me with a wink. What a she-devil she could be sometimes.
Amanda left her drawers under the gas pedal and climbed out of the car. She is a tall woman with fiery red hair, pale white skin, and a big bosom. She looked quite imposing in her expensive outfit. And sexy too, it was very tight and showed her curves to good advantage. She strutted arrogantly toward the front of the car, flipping her hair to attract the attention of the hooligans, and then she lifted the hood with a loud sigh of exasperation.
The group of young men of color came and stood nearby. They were watching my wife closely as she bent over to peer under the hood of our car, but they made no move to help her. As I looked at the young men, I realized that they weren’t really very dangerous looking. They were just teenaged boys really, and I relaxed a little bit. I even rolled the window down and considered informing them that the car wasn’t really broken down. But then my wife hiked up her skirt a bit and bent over with her rear pointed in their direction and they broke out in hoots of surprise.
I could see part of my wife’s bare bottom showing below the hem of her skirt and I started getting an erection. I wasn’t really feeling afraid of the young men anymore. They were pointing and shouting, but also covering their faces and peeking bashfully between their fingers at my wife’s immodesty. She stood up straight and turned to face the youth and I saw that she had unbuttoned her blouse nearly half-way, exposing an impressive amount of cleavage. She was quite brave, I will give her that.
“Are you boys going to just stand around there, sniggering, or is one of you capable of helping a lady in distress?” My wife put her hands on her hips and spread her legs slightly and she cut quite a luscious and imposing figure as she faced off against the ghetto youths. But really she was old enough to be their mother and they wilted beneath her imperious gaze even though her breasts and buttocks were hanging half out. I was actually starting to enjoy their discomfiture for a moment. Now they knew how I felt facing my wife when her dander was up.
Before I could get too comfortable though, a middle aged black man in a work shirt and jeans came along.
“What you niggas doin’ over here?” he demanded suspiciously of the young men. He looked at my wife facing them down and then our car with the hood up. “You young bloods messin’ with this white lady?”
“Naw, nigga, naw, we just chillin’!” insisted one young fellow.
“She got no DRAWERS on, OG, her booty sticking out when she bent over!” explained another.
“Hush up with that bullshit,” said the older man with a wave of his hand. “None you little thugs think to try to help out? Look like she broke down.”
“Her bra broke down, cuz. Look at them titties hanging out!”
“Why you little scallywag! Watch your tongue!” scolded my wife. But her breasts really were practically bursting out of her bra.
The older black man stared at my wife’s pale jiggling mammary glands with fascination. My wife watched him gazing at her chest and a little smirk came onto her face.
“Do you know anything about cars, sir?” she asked him.
“Cars?” he asked stupidly, still smitten by her mesmerizing breasts.
“My car isn’t working,” explained my wife. She was suppressing a smile. “My poor husband is useless around cars.” She gestured to me dismissively and I gave him a little wave of chagrin.
“Uh huh?” he asked, looking at me warily.
“He’s sort of useless generally, actually,” said my wife chattily. “Especially in bed.” I felt my face burning a deep red as the kids broke out laughing at my expense but the black man just shook his head sadly.
“That’s a damn shame. You a fine looking woman.” He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from my wife’s lively bosom.
“Yes, well, his key doesn’t quite turn my ignition if you know what I mean,” she told him with a wink. “I need a real man to get my engine going.”
“Honey, come on,” I complained weakly. The young thugs were having hysterics at my expense.
“No, no, brother, I think I can help you folks out,” said the black man. He looked my wife’s body over. “Let’s take a look at that car. I know about engines and whatnot.”
“There is some problem in here,” said my wife, and she turned and bent down under the hood again, but this time she pulled her skirt up around her waist and exposed her entire bare ass. It looked pretty good. Nice and round. The peanut gallery reacted wildly, the young men slapping each other and running in circles. But the older man just hitched up his belt and walked resolutely up behind my wife.
“I know what she needs,” he told me matter of factly as he gripped my wife’s hips and started grinding his crotch against her naked ass.
Amanda gave a gasp of surprise as the stranger started dry humping her from behind. “Oh yes, I think you have the tool to start my engine alright!” she purred.
Now I don’t know what you are thinking as you read this right now. Maybe you think I should have jumped out and confronted this big black man and pulled him off of my wife. Or maybe you think I should have hopped over to the driver’s seat and just driven away, to leave my wife at the mercy of the ghetto. But of course I didn’t do either of these things. When you have a dominant wife, you just need to put up with things like this now and then. I had long ago resigned myself to my fate. So when I saw how things were going, I just sighed and unzipped my fly. At least I could pleasure myself while I watched my wife getting used in broad daylight by a total stranger, with a pack of hooting underprivileged teens looking on.
My wife turned to face the big man and he pushed her back against the car as they started kissing. I pulled on my modest erection, my mouth going dry, as I watched his hands roaming freely over my wife’s voluptuous body. The teenagers of course were on the verge of a collective nervous breakdown over this turn of events and they shouted shrill encouragements. The stranger quickly had my wife’s bra unhooked and was juggling her luscious knockers in his hands as she pinched the huge bulge in his pants.
“Oh my gosh, what a tool you have. Let’s show my husband!” she giggled.
“Oh, that’s kind of fucked up, woman. You cold,” said the black man. He looked at me with embarrassment.
“Not at all! Stanley knows his place. Look! The little worm already has his pathetic excuse for a penis pulled out and he’s spanking happily away.”
I cringed at the insult. “Well, I’m not HAPPY about it, just used to it, I guess.”
“Well, you should be used to the idea that I need to get serviced by a REAL man every now and then,” she told me. “Look at this thing, Stanley. He’s hung like a moose.” And my wife pulled the black man over by the passenger side window where I sat and unzipped his pants. His huge member came out and it was truly a frightening piece of meat. It was stiff and veiny and uncut. I could even smell it’s funk and I wrinkled my nose in disgust. But Amanda was on her knees in an instant and started licking and sucking the man’s junk while the young onlookers cheered her audacity.
I had a front row seat as my wife enthusiastically fellated the big cock and balls while the black man groaned in pleasure, putting his hands on my wife’s head. She looked me boldly in the eye, one massive testicle in her mouth, the other hanging out and I felt my heart racing as I fapped away. Up and down her head bobbed as she gobbled this stranger’s dong for the whole world to see. It was pretty intense and I almost felt myself hyperventilating.
“Put you key in my lock!” panted my wife finally. And she stood and bent over, presenting her ass to the man while gripping the sill of the passenger window. The horny fellow eagerly acquiesced and I watched my wife’s face, just inches from my own as the big cock entered her. She made the cutest O of surprise. It was very titillating and I was on the verge of ejacjulating when I saw her expression. “Oh STANLEY! “ she whimpered. “He’s so FORCEFUL! Not like you at all. He’s fucking me like an ANIMAL!”
He certainly was working her out. I could hear his hips slapping violently against my wife’s bare ass and she was being wrenched back and forth by his aggressive thrusts into her. She put her hands on the roof of the car to steady herself and her big white boobs started swaying in and out of the car window, slapping me in the face as the stranger’s shagging put them into pendulous motion. Of course this was too much to take and I spurted my own meager seed as one of my wife’s big pink nipples lodged itself in my ear for a moment. It was very satisfying and I actually felt sleepy for a moment as I nuzzled my face into my wife’s bosom.
I lost track of time for a moment, but soon I heard her crying out as she reached her climax and then the black man was grunting.
“Don’t cum inside, you have to show my husband,” chided my wife. So the stranger pulled out awkwardly and my wife dropped back to her knees so I could watch the shocking black phallus spurt out one voluminous stream of hot semen after another onto my wife’s face and exposed chest. The sperm just seemed to keep on flowing for a ridiculous amount of time and Amanda was chuckling in amazement as she got absolutely soaked with the virile stranger’s jism. “Good GOD what a stud!” she said appreciatively when the flow finally slowed to a dribble.
“Happy to be of service, baby,” said the big man, smiling down benevolently at my utterly violated wife in her cum infused skirt suit. Her bright red cheeks were shiny with his spum and I handed her a tissue out the window though it was woefully inadequate for the job. She needed a towel or two, not a kleenex.
The drive home was relatively uneventful. Though I did think it was bit dangerous of my wife to leave her sperm slathered breasts exposed as she drove us home. Several male drivers nearly got into accidents from the distraction.
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Gustav Jorgenson’s cuckold stories:
NEW! Slut Wife, Happy Life: Naughty Wife Tales
Most Popular collection: Gustav’s Selected Shorts
Giant chunk of cuck erotica: Wives Cheating, Husband Watching Vol 1-5 Box
Hate reading? Try an audiobook “What’s My Wife Doing With That Guy?” Audiobook
Free hotwife fiction here: https://gustavjorgensonauthor.wordpress.com
