“Darling, please don’t throw a fit, but I invited Chad over for dinner tonight,” said my wife, coming into the living room where I sat reading.
“Ah, God no! You know I hate that guy.” I looked up from my ipad and glared at my wife.
She recognized my annoyance and hastily rushed over to placate me. “He’s been broken up with Amanda for almost three months now and he’s terribly lonely, darling!” she said, rubbing my back and looking at me beseechingly.
“That guy is such an effeminate whiner, I just can’t stand him,” I said, shifting in my chair so that my wife could reach my lower back better. “I worked my way up from the bottom and he always had everything handed to him on a silver platter. That little prick just exudes privilege.”
My wife noticed that I was enjoyed the back rub and seized the advantage. She dug her knuckles into my lumbar region, making me moan with relief as she worked away the tension from my long day at work. “Honey, please, I know you don’t care for Chad, but can’t you be the bigger man? It’s true that he has had a lot of advantages in life because of his ******’s wealth, but things aren’t going well for him now. He is lonely and hurting and needs to be comforted.”
“Let him get comfort from his piles of money,” I grumbled and my wife broke off rubbing my back with exasperation.
“Money isn’t everything you know,” she said. “Besides, I already invited him and he will be here any minute, so you will just need to suck it up and play nice.”
I groaned as the doorbell rang and my wife sprinted off eagerly to answer it.
Truth be told, I did feel sorry for the poor schmuck once we sat him down and fixed him a drink. He truly seemed down in the dumps and even though I didn’t care for him much, I started feeling some sympathy for him. We had a rather depressing dinner together and consumed several bottles of wine before adjourning to the living room together.
“The worst part is that I miss the oxytocin,” said Chad with a pout and giving my wife a pitiful stare.
“Ah, that’s the hormone that is released with intimate contact?” I asked.
“Yes, well, come here and give me a hug then, silly. I’ll give you some oxytocin,” said my wife standing up and holding out her arms.
“Ok, but we have to embrace for at least 30 seconds to get the full effect,” he said, jumping up eagerly and wrapping his arms around my wife.
I sat watching, gritting my teeth slightly at the sight of my wife putting her head on Chad’s shoulder while they embraced, bodies pressed close together. I checked my watch so that I could interrupt if he tried to hold onto my wife for too long.
My wife sighed after a few moments and squeezed Chad more tightly. “Oh, this does feel good, I feel the oxytocin myself,” she breathed.
“Yes, thank you, Anne, it’s been a long time since I was held,” said Chad, bending down to sniff my wife’s hair.
“Ok, time’s up,” I said, tapping my watch impatiently. I was feeling a little ***** and the sight of my wife and her friend hugging like this was starting to make me jealous
“Shh, honey, don’t be like that,” she scolded. “I’m enjoying this too. You and I should hug like this more often.” She didn’t release him and they continued standing there before me, arms wrapped tightly around one another as I sat seething.
I noticed Chad subtly thrusting his groin against my wife and her cheeks reddened as she cast me a guilty glance.
“I like this, but we need to have more skin touching to get the full effect,” said Chad, pulling away from my wife and starting to unbutton his shirt.
“What?” gasped my wife in surprise, putting her hand on her chest and looking at Chad with a disbelieving smile.
“Yeah, that sounds pretty inappropriate,” I complained, scratching my cheek as he pulled off his oxford, exposing his bare, hairless chest.
“I’m not getting the full effect of the oxytocin because there isn’t enough skin on skin contact,” Chad snapped at me. He acted as though it was his god-given right to have skin on skin contact with my wife. “Anne, please, just take your blouse and skirt off, you can leave your underwear on.”
“Oh, I can, can I?” she laughed. She shot me a look with a devilish glint in her eye. “How generous of you.”
“Don’t tease me, Anne, this is a difficult time for me, you know that,” whined Chad, stamping his foot petulantly as he unfastened his belt and started taking his trousers off. “Here, take your clothes off so we can hug with more skin touching.”
“But what about my husband?” asked my wife, looking back at me with trepidation as she began undoing the front of her blouse.
“What about him?” asked Chad with derision. “He’s sitting right there watching us, what could possibly go awry?” Chad pulled his trousers off and folded them neatly on the couch. When he turned to face my wife again we could see his erect penis sticking straight out, straining against his red briefs.
“My goodness, Chad, you have quire an erection there,” said my wife, gazing at Chad’s preposterous hardon with obvious interest.
“Well, yes, it’s a perfectly natural reaction for me to become erect,” said Chad reasonably as his phallus bobbed up and down, stretching the fabric of his shorts lewdly.
As though encouraged by the sight of Chad’s siff member, my wife pulled her blouse off half-unbuttoned and wriggled excitedly out of her skirt until she was standing before him in her thin bra and panties. Plenty of skin was exposed now as Chad and my wife faced each other in their underwear.
“Jesus Christ, Anne, are you really going through with this?” I croaked, utterly scandalized by the turn of events, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
“He needs comfort, darling,” said my wife her eyes never leaving Chad’s priapic bulge.
“You are supposed to comfort me, I’m your husband!” I complained, my own penis growing stiff at the sight of my half-naked wife’s pale, sexy body.
“Of course I comfort you all the time, darling,” said my wife, biting her lip as she stared at Chad’s penis. “But I can comfort my friends too, can’t I?”
“Look at you, you can’t take your eyes off of his johnson,” I said, feeling an odd sense of arousal at how shamelessly my wife was eyeing her friend’s stiff cock.
“Don’t be selfish, Simon,” snapped Chad irritably. “Now come here Anne, hug me so that our skin is touching.”
“Oh, but Chad, what are we going to do with this penis of yours?” laughed my wife reaching out as though to grasp his dong before stopping herself self-consciously. “You are going to skewer me with this thing.”
“Don’t worry about that, it’s fine,” he said wrapping his arms around my wife and pressing himself assertively up against her.
“Ow, oh my, Chad, you are poking me right in my, oh dear,” giggled my wife and she reached down and readjusted his thing before wrapping her arms around him.
“Anne, did you just touch his penis?” I yelped, my pulse pounding in my ears and my own cock painfully erect as I watched my wife embrace her friend in her bra and panties.
“No, I mean, well, yes, just a little, I had to move it a little,” she admitted. She looked back at me guiltily, her cheeks bright red and her eyes shining with excitement. “It’s really stiff and it was poking me in the belly,” she said.
“Anne, please, stop wriggling, I’m trying to get some oxytocin here,” commanded Chad.
My wife obediently put her head on his shoulder again and Chad gripped her by her hips and thrust his crotch against her.
“Oh, Chad, you are pushing your thing up against my, my, you know,” murmured my wife urgently.
“I know, I know, shush, this feels good,” said Chad softly. “Doesn’t this feel good?”
“Yes, it feels good,” admitted my wife and I watched helplessly as my wife’s privileged friend asserted his self-appointed rights to her body and prodded her insistently in the crotch with his hard penis.
“What is he? Is his penis poking against your, uh, vagina?” I croaked, barely able to breathe as I covered my crotch to hide my own erection. Why was I getting excited by this? I should jump up and punch this fellow right in the jaw, but instead I just watched in fascination as my wife squeezed him to her tighter and tighter and his hips thrust against hers more and more insistently.
“What? Oh, well, just a little bit, dear, just a little,” she breathed, nuzzling her face against his neck. “I tried pushing it to the side, but it seems to have a mind of it’s own.” Chad grabbed my wife in the small of her back as he ground himself against her.
“Take your bra off now, let’s touch chest to chest,” he grunted imperatively.
“Oh no, Chad, that’s going too far,” said my wife breathily. But she clung to him limply as he unsnapped the back of her bra.
“Now Chad, this really is beyond the pale. For a man to take the bra off another man’s wife. I mean, that simply isn’t done,” I chattered, squeezing the erection in my own pants surreptitiously.
Chad just looked at me coldly for a moment before saying simply, “I have needs, Simon.” Then he tilted his head down and spoke to my wife,”Take your bra off now Anne, press your bare chest against mine.”
My wife released him from her embrace, shrugged out of her bra and tossed it aside as he commanded. Her bare back was turned to me as she looked up at Simon while he held her at arm’s length and examined her chest.
“Simon, don’t look,” said my wife, casting a furtive glance back over her shoulder at me as I sat gripping my erection through my pants.
“I’ve never seen your bare breasts before, Anne,” he told her. “I like them.”
“Well, thank you, Chad that’s nice of you to say, but you are making me feel bashful by the way you are staring at my bosom. And my gosh, don’t touch yourself, that’s so naughty,” gasped my wife, covering her breasts with her hand coquettishly.
“Why shouldn’t I touch myself, Simon is,” sneered Chad, nodding his head in my direction.
My wife turned in shock to see me fingering the bulge in my pants. I stopped immediately but she had already seen me. “Simon, my goodness, don’t do that, what example are you setting?”
“You are standing there topless, rubbing your half naked body up against another man and you try to lecture me?” I croaked.
“I’m just comforting him,” she gasped, wagging a scolding finger at me. “It isn’t sexual.”
“Of course not, now come press your chest against mine,” demanded Chad, gripping his rod brazenly in one hand.
“Alright Chad, but watch where you stick that thing,” said my wife draping her arms around Chad’s shoulders as he reached back and gripped one of my wife’s ass cheeks and thrust his stiff cock against her crotch aggressively. “Oh, Chad, you are poking me right in the hoo-ha again,” moaned my wife.
“I know that, it feels good when I do that,” he said simply as he grasped my wife’s ass and humped himself against her. She clung to him as he prodded her, pressing her bare boobs against his sweaty chest and laying her head on his shoulder in an intimate way that made my blood boil and my cock stiffen at the same time. I was fighting the urge to unzip my fly and stroke myself as this boorish aristocrat had his way with my woman. “Doesn’t it feel good?” he asked her tenderly.
“It feels good,” admitted my wife, rubbing her breasts against Chad’s chest for emphasis. “But you are making me a little, um, you know, aroused,” she whispered.
“I’m sitting right here, Anne, I can hear you clearly,” I told my wife.
“I’m sorry, honey, but he keeps poking the head of his penis against my vulva, and it’s making me wet,” she panted.
“I thought you said this wasn’t sexual,” I demanded.
“Don’t be fatuous, Simon,” snapped Chad, pulling away from my wife and pulling his briefs down impulsively so that his swollen phallus came popping out which made my wife coo with admiration. “Of course it’s sexual. I haven’t had sex in three months. I told you, I have needs, just like any healthy man. I need sex.”
“Three months isn’t that long actually,” I said, trying to sound reasonable.
“Oh, poor Chad, you are sexually frustrated,” said my wife reaching out to grab his bobbing penis. “Ooh, I can feel how hard you are, you poor man. You haven’t been with a woman since Amanda left.”
“Please don’t mention that name to me,” said Chad as he grabbed my wife’s bare shoulders and pushed her gently down until she got the picture and dropped to her knees before him. “Can you fellate me now?” he asked politely.
“Now see here!” I objected weakly, one hand on my crotch.
“I need to use your wife for sex, Simon, I think you understand,” he told me, nodding at the way I was gripping my own dick.
“But that simply isn’t done,” I squeaked.
“He just needs his penis sucked a little bit, dear,” coaxed my pretty little wife, clearly excited by the prospect of sucking Chad off as she fingered his hairy balls with one hand and stroked his stiff shaft with the other. “Why he hasn’t had a blowjob in months.”
“That’s true,” he grunted as he pushed his purplish glans into her soft, willing mouth before sighing in pleasure. My wife immediately began sucking fitfully on his member, tickling his nuts with one hand while gripping one of his ass cheeks with the other.
“Oh, your wife has a sweet, sweet mouth, old man,” he said, putting his hands on my wife’s head as she energetically slurped on his gonads. “Sorry to make a cuckold of you like this, but perhaps you are enjoying this yourself?”
“No, of course not,” I spat, guiltily trying to hide my arousal.
“No, of course not,” he agreed sarcastically. “Anne, take your panties off,” he commanded and my guts flipped at how eagerly my wife yanked his drawers off for him. She was practically jumping out of her clothes for him. “Go bend over and put your hands on your husband’s knees,” he told her casually, stroking his slick member as she leapt up to do his bidding.
“Honey, are you ok?” my wife asked me with concern as she bent down and presented her ass to Chad. “My gosh, look how hard you are!” she gasped, unzipping my fly deftly and extracting my own erection. “Chad!” she yelped suddenly as he entered her from behind. “Don’t surprise me like that!”
“It was no surprise, I can feel how wet you are. You’ve been ready for this for a while now,” he glowered, gripping my wife by the hips forcefully as he dogged her from behind.
“Sorry, about this, honey,” my wife apologized, turning to look me in the eyes her her hands on my knees as Chad humped away. I was distracted by the sight of her luscious breasts swinging back and forth from the impact of Chad’s hips against her rear. “Here, let me…” she grabbed my dick and started jerking it clumsily as Chad fucked her, but she was clearly distracted and wasn’t paying attention to me. She reached back with her other hand to fiddle with her clitoris and she bowed her head, concentrating on Chad’s dick as he pounded her with it. I put my hand over hers so that I could jerk myself more effectively and I nearly came when I realized she was shuddering with a climax brought on by Chad’s prong stabbing in and out of her cunt.
“That a girl, that a girl,” said Chad, patting her on the rump proudly. “Now take this,” he said gently and I realized he was cumming inside my wife.
“Chad, are you shooting your load inside my woman?” I demanded indignantly.
“Shh, shh,” said Anne, turned her attention back to me and engulfing my penis in her mouth greedily.
“Of course, Simon. It’s no fun unless I plant my seed into your wife’s fertile womb,” he said lightly, withdrawing his sticky schlong from my wife’s pussy as she sucked my cock, her head bobbing up and down frantically.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned as I emptied my load in her mouth. She slurped up my own seed hungrily and squeezed my penis until I was fully spent.
“Ok, well, I think I see what kind of arrangement we have here,” he said as he dressed himself. “Until I find a woman of my own, I will be using Anne for sex and making a cuckold of you, old boy,” he laughed. “I suspected you were the type and it looks like my gamble paid off.”
“We have no such arrangement, you cad!” I said half-heartedly.
“Oh, listen to yourself, Simon,” said my wife, patting my cheek affectionately. “No one believes you, darling. You haven’t even convinced yourself.” Then she jumped up and threw her naked body into Chad’s arms as he was preparing to leave.
“Ugh, your face is covered in jizm,” he said with disgust, pushing her away.
“But Chad, when will I see you again?” pled my wife, clearly enamored by her new lover. She wiped her chin hurriedly as he headed for the door.
“Ah, bring some overnight things to the penthouse tomorrow afternoon,” he said loftily. “Simon, do you want to come and watch in person or should I just video record it for you to watch later?” he asked languidly.
“Fuck you, Chad,” I spat, watching as my wife gazed into his eyes lovingly.
“Video then, no problem, cheerio all,” he said happily and was gone.
“I wish you wouldn’t swear at him like that dear, it’s rather common of you,” said my wife as she began tidying up the living room in the nude.
“Ah, God no! You know I hate that guy.” I looked up from my ipad and glared at my wife.
She recognized my annoyance and hastily rushed over to placate me. “He’s been broken up with Amanda for almost three months now and he’s terribly lonely, darling!” she said, rubbing my back and looking at me beseechingly.
“That guy is such an effeminate whiner, I just can’t stand him,” I said, shifting in my chair so that my wife could reach my lower back better. “I worked my way up from the bottom and he always had everything handed to him on a silver platter. That little prick just exudes privilege.”
My wife noticed that I was enjoyed the back rub and seized the advantage. She dug her knuckles into my lumbar region, making me moan with relief as she worked away the tension from my long day at work. “Honey, please, I know you don’t care for Chad, but can’t you be the bigger man? It’s true that he has had a lot of advantages in life because of his ******’s wealth, but things aren’t going well for him now. He is lonely and hurting and needs to be comforted.”
“Let him get comfort from his piles of money,” I grumbled and my wife broke off rubbing my back with exasperation.
“Money isn’t everything you know,” she said. “Besides, I already invited him and he will be here any minute, so you will just need to suck it up and play nice.”
I groaned as the doorbell rang and my wife sprinted off eagerly to answer it.
Truth be told, I did feel sorry for the poor schmuck once we sat him down and fixed him a drink. He truly seemed down in the dumps and even though I didn’t care for him much, I started feeling some sympathy for him. We had a rather depressing dinner together and consumed several bottles of wine before adjourning to the living room together.
“The worst part is that I miss the oxytocin,” said Chad with a pout and giving my wife a pitiful stare.
“Ah, that’s the hormone that is released with intimate contact?” I asked.
“Yes, well, come here and give me a hug then, silly. I’ll give you some oxytocin,” said my wife standing up and holding out her arms.
“Ok, but we have to embrace for at least 30 seconds to get the full effect,” he said, jumping up eagerly and wrapping his arms around my wife.
I sat watching, gritting my teeth slightly at the sight of my wife putting her head on Chad’s shoulder while they embraced, bodies pressed close together. I checked my watch so that I could interrupt if he tried to hold onto my wife for too long.
My wife sighed after a few moments and squeezed Chad more tightly. “Oh, this does feel good, I feel the oxytocin myself,” she breathed.
“Yes, thank you, Anne, it’s been a long time since I was held,” said Chad, bending down to sniff my wife’s hair.
“Ok, time’s up,” I said, tapping my watch impatiently. I was feeling a little ***** and the sight of my wife and her friend hugging like this was starting to make me jealous
“Shh, honey, don’t be like that,” she scolded. “I’m enjoying this too. You and I should hug like this more often.” She didn’t release him and they continued standing there before me, arms wrapped tightly around one another as I sat seething.
I noticed Chad subtly thrusting his groin against my wife and her cheeks reddened as she cast me a guilty glance.
“I like this, but we need to have more skin touching to get the full effect,” said Chad, pulling away from my wife and starting to unbutton his shirt.
“What?” gasped my wife in surprise, putting her hand on her chest and looking at Chad with a disbelieving smile.
“Yeah, that sounds pretty inappropriate,” I complained, scratching my cheek as he pulled off his oxford, exposing his bare, hairless chest.
“I’m not getting the full effect of the oxytocin because there isn’t enough skin on skin contact,” Chad snapped at me. He acted as though it was his god-given right to have skin on skin contact with my wife. “Anne, please, just take your blouse and skirt off, you can leave your underwear on.”
“Oh, I can, can I?” she laughed. She shot me a look with a devilish glint in her eye. “How generous of you.”
“Don’t tease me, Anne, this is a difficult time for me, you know that,” whined Chad, stamping his foot petulantly as he unfastened his belt and started taking his trousers off. “Here, take your clothes off so we can hug with more skin touching.”
“But what about my husband?” asked my wife, looking back at me with trepidation as she began undoing the front of her blouse.
“What about him?” asked Chad with derision. “He’s sitting right there watching us, what could possibly go awry?” Chad pulled his trousers off and folded them neatly on the couch. When he turned to face my wife again we could see his erect penis sticking straight out, straining against his red briefs.
“My goodness, Chad, you have quire an erection there,” said my wife, gazing at Chad’s preposterous hardon with obvious interest.
“Well, yes, it’s a perfectly natural reaction for me to become erect,” said Chad reasonably as his phallus bobbed up and down, stretching the fabric of his shorts lewdly.
As though encouraged by the sight of Chad’s siff member, my wife pulled her blouse off half-unbuttoned and wriggled excitedly out of her skirt until she was standing before him in her thin bra and panties. Plenty of skin was exposed now as Chad and my wife faced each other in their underwear.
“Jesus Christ, Anne, are you really going through with this?” I croaked, utterly scandalized by the turn of events, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
“He needs comfort, darling,” said my wife her eyes never leaving Chad’s priapic bulge.
“You are supposed to comfort me, I’m your husband!” I complained, my own penis growing stiff at the sight of my half-naked wife’s pale, sexy body.
“Of course I comfort you all the time, darling,” said my wife, biting her lip as she stared at Chad’s penis. “But I can comfort my friends too, can’t I?”
“Look at you, you can’t take your eyes off of his johnson,” I said, feeling an odd sense of arousal at how shamelessly my wife was eyeing her friend’s stiff cock.
“Don’t be selfish, Simon,” snapped Chad irritably. “Now come here Anne, hug me so that our skin is touching.”
“Oh, but Chad, what are we going to do with this penis of yours?” laughed my wife reaching out as though to grasp his dong before stopping herself self-consciously. “You are going to skewer me with this thing.”
“Don’t worry about that, it’s fine,” he said wrapping his arms around my wife and pressing himself assertively up against her.
“Ow, oh my, Chad, you are poking me right in my, oh dear,” giggled my wife and she reached down and readjusted his thing before wrapping her arms around him.
“Anne, did you just touch his penis?” I yelped, my pulse pounding in my ears and my own cock painfully erect as I watched my wife embrace her friend in her bra and panties.
“No, I mean, well, yes, just a little, I had to move it a little,” she admitted. She looked back at me guiltily, her cheeks bright red and her eyes shining with excitement. “It’s really stiff and it was poking me in the belly,” she said.
“Anne, please, stop wriggling, I’m trying to get some oxytocin here,” commanded Chad.
My wife obediently put her head on his shoulder again and Chad gripped her by her hips and thrust his crotch against her.
“Oh, Chad, you are pushing your thing up against my, my, you know,” murmured my wife urgently.
“I know, I know, shush, this feels good,” said Chad softly. “Doesn’t this feel good?”
“Yes, it feels good,” admitted my wife and I watched helplessly as my wife’s privileged friend asserted his self-appointed rights to her body and prodded her insistently in the crotch with his hard penis.
“What is he? Is his penis poking against your, uh, vagina?” I croaked, barely able to breathe as I covered my crotch to hide my own erection. Why was I getting excited by this? I should jump up and punch this fellow right in the jaw, but instead I just watched in fascination as my wife squeezed him to her tighter and tighter and his hips thrust against hers more and more insistently.
“What? Oh, well, just a little bit, dear, just a little,” she breathed, nuzzling her face against his neck. “I tried pushing it to the side, but it seems to have a mind of it’s own.” Chad grabbed my wife in the small of her back as he ground himself against her.
“Take your bra off now, let’s touch chest to chest,” he grunted imperatively.
“Oh no, Chad, that’s going too far,” said my wife breathily. But she clung to him limply as he unsnapped the back of her bra.
“Now Chad, this really is beyond the pale. For a man to take the bra off another man’s wife. I mean, that simply isn’t done,” I chattered, squeezing the erection in my own pants surreptitiously.
Chad just looked at me coldly for a moment before saying simply, “I have needs, Simon.” Then he tilted his head down and spoke to my wife,”Take your bra off now Anne, press your bare chest against mine.”
My wife released him from her embrace, shrugged out of her bra and tossed it aside as he commanded. Her bare back was turned to me as she looked up at Simon while he held her at arm’s length and examined her chest.
“Simon, don’t look,” said my wife, casting a furtive glance back over her shoulder at me as I sat gripping my erection through my pants.
“I’ve never seen your bare breasts before, Anne,” he told her. “I like them.”
“Well, thank you, Chad that’s nice of you to say, but you are making me feel bashful by the way you are staring at my bosom. And my gosh, don’t touch yourself, that’s so naughty,” gasped my wife, covering her breasts with her hand coquettishly.
“Why shouldn’t I touch myself, Simon is,” sneered Chad, nodding his head in my direction.
My wife turned in shock to see me fingering the bulge in my pants. I stopped immediately but she had already seen me. “Simon, my goodness, don’t do that, what example are you setting?”
“You are standing there topless, rubbing your half naked body up against another man and you try to lecture me?” I croaked.
“I’m just comforting him,” she gasped, wagging a scolding finger at me. “It isn’t sexual.”
“Of course not, now come press your chest against mine,” demanded Chad, gripping his rod brazenly in one hand.
“Alright Chad, but watch where you stick that thing,” said my wife draping her arms around Chad’s shoulders as he reached back and gripped one of my wife’s ass cheeks and thrust his stiff cock against her crotch aggressively. “Oh, Chad, you are poking me right in the hoo-ha again,” moaned my wife.
“I know that, it feels good when I do that,” he said simply as he grasped my wife’s ass and humped himself against her. She clung to him as he prodded her, pressing her bare boobs against his sweaty chest and laying her head on his shoulder in an intimate way that made my blood boil and my cock stiffen at the same time. I was fighting the urge to unzip my fly and stroke myself as this boorish aristocrat had his way with my woman. “Doesn’t it feel good?” he asked her tenderly.
“It feels good,” admitted my wife, rubbing her breasts against Chad’s chest for emphasis. “But you are making me a little, um, you know, aroused,” she whispered.
“I’m sitting right here, Anne, I can hear you clearly,” I told my wife.
“I’m sorry, honey, but he keeps poking the head of his penis against my vulva, and it’s making me wet,” she panted.
“I thought you said this wasn’t sexual,” I demanded.
“Don’t be fatuous, Simon,” snapped Chad, pulling away from my wife and pulling his briefs down impulsively so that his swollen phallus came popping out which made my wife coo with admiration. “Of course it’s sexual. I haven’t had sex in three months. I told you, I have needs, just like any healthy man. I need sex.”
“Three months isn’t that long actually,” I said, trying to sound reasonable.
“Oh, poor Chad, you are sexually frustrated,” said my wife reaching out to grab his bobbing penis. “Ooh, I can feel how hard you are, you poor man. You haven’t been with a woman since Amanda left.”
“Please don’t mention that name to me,” said Chad as he grabbed my wife’s bare shoulders and pushed her gently down until she got the picture and dropped to her knees before him. “Can you fellate me now?” he asked politely.
“Now see here!” I objected weakly, one hand on my crotch.
“I need to use your wife for sex, Simon, I think you understand,” he told me, nodding at the way I was gripping my own dick.
“But that simply isn’t done,” I squeaked.
“He just needs his penis sucked a little bit, dear,” coaxed my pretty little wife, clearly excited by the prospect of sucking Chad off as she fingered his hairy balls with one hand and stroked his stiff shaft with the other. “Why he hasn’t had a blowjob in months.”
“That’s true,” he grunted as he pushed his purplish glans into her soft, willing mouth before sighing in pleasure. My wife immediately began sucking fitfully on his member, tickling his nuts with one hand while gripping one of his ass cheeks with the other.
“Oh, your wife has a sweet, sweet mouth, old man,” he said, putting his hands on my wife’s head as she energetically slurped on his gonads. “Sorry to make a cuckold of you like this, but perhaps you are enjoying this yourself?”
“No, of course not,” I spat, guiltily trying to hide my arousal.
“No, of course not,” he agreed sarcastically. “Anne, take your panties off,” he commanded and my guts flipped at how eagerly my wife yanked his drawers off for him. She was practically jumping out of her clothes for him. “Go bend over and put your hands on your husband’s knees,” he told her casually, stroking his slick member as she leapt up to do his bidding.
“Honey, are you ok?” my wife asked me with concern as she bent down and presented her ass to Chad. “My gosh, look how hard you are!” she gasped, unzipping my fly deftly and extracting my own erection. “Chad!” she yelped suddenly as he entered her from behind. “Don’t surprise me like that!”
“It was no surprise, I can feel how wet you are. You’ve been ready for this for a while now,” he glowered, gripping my wife by the hips forcefully as he dogged her from behind.
“Sorry, about this, honey,” my wife apologized, turning to look me in the eyes her her hands on my knees as Chad humped away. I was distracted by the sight of her luscious breasts swinging back and forth from the impact of Chad’s hips against her rear. “Here, let me…” she grabbed my dick and started jerking it clumsily as Chad fucked her, but she was clearly distracted and wasn’t paying attention to me. She reached back with her other hand to fiddle with her clitoris and she bowed her head, concentrating on Chad’s dick as he pounded her with it. I put my hand over hers so that I could jerk myself more effectively and I nearly came when I realized she was shuddering with a climax brought on by Chad’s prong stabbing in and out of her cunt.
“That a girl, that a girl,” said Chad, patting her on the rump proudly. “Now take this,” he said gently and I realized he was cumming inside my wife.
“Chad, are you shooting your load inside my woman?” I demanded indignantly.
“Shh, shh,” said Anne, turned her attention back to me and engulfing my penis in her mouth greedily.
“Of course, Simon. It’s no fun unless I plant my seed into your wife’s fertile womb,” he said lightly, withdrawing his sticky schlong from my wife’s pussy as she sucked my cock, her head bobbing up and down frantically.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned as I emptied my load in her mouth. She slurped up my own seed hungrily and squeezed my penis until I was fully spent.
“Ok, well, I think I see what kind of arrangement we have here,” he said as he dressed himself. “Until I find a woman of my own, I will be using Anne for sex and making a cuckold of you, old boy,” he laughed. “I suspected you were the type and it looks like my gamble paid off.”
“We have no such arrangement, you cad!” I said half-heartedly.
“Oh, listen to yourself, Simon,” said my wife, patting my cheek affectionately. “No one believes you, darling. You haven’t even convinced yourself.” Then she jumped up and threw her naked body into Chad’s arms as he was preparing to leave.
“Ugh, your face is covered in jizm,” he said with disgust, pushing her away.
“But Chad, when will I see you again?” pled my wife, clearly enamored by her new lover. She wiped her chin hurriedly as he headed for the door.
“Ah, bring some overnight things to the penthouse tomorrow afternoon,” he said loftily. “Simon, do you want to come and watch in person or should I just video record it for you to watch later?” he asked languidly.
“Fuck you, Chad,” I spat, watching as my wife gazed into his eyes lovingly.
“Video then, no problem, cheerio all,” he said happily and was gone.
“I wish you wouldn’t swear at him like that dear, it’s rather common of you,” said my wife as she began tidying up the living room in the nude.
