Drunken Prick at the Party Molests Your Wife - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Drunken Prick at the Party Molests Your Wife - Part 2

You turn away from Gabrielle, pushing her hand from your shoulder resolutely and you march back into the house with her and Arthur trailing behind you. “Now be reasonable, old man,” chimes in Arthur as he hurries to catch up with you. “Don’t do anything rash.” You are leaping up the stairs two at a time now and Arthur falls behind. Gabrielle kicks off her heels and manages to sprint ahead of you and throws herself in front of the bedroom door desperately. She looks at you with pleading eyes, a frightened expression on her face. “Jason, I will not have any violence in this house,” she tells you shakily. “But, Gabby, you said that there must be a perfectly reasonable explanation,” you say with a cruel smile. “Why would there be any violence?” Poor Gabrielle is at a loss for words as you pick her up bodily and set her aside. “Hey, watch it, mister, you are manhandling my wife,” says Arthur, a little taken aback by your anger-fueled strength. But you just ignore him and throw the guest bedroom door open forcefully. Sure enough, you see Carl on top of your wife on the bed, fucking her missionary style. Her bare legs are spread wide and his naked ass is pumping up and down as he penetrates her over and over again while you stare in shock. They are in such throes of passion that they somehow didn’t notice the door being flung open. Ingrid’s head is tossed back in utter ecstasy and she is moaning and whimpering much more loudly than when you fuck her yourself. Her hair is bedraggled ...

... and clinging to her cheeks in sweaty clumps as Carl hovers over her, pinning her wrists to the pillow above her head as he violates her. “Take that dick, baby, take it,” he is telling her urgently as he thrusts his member into her over and over, his balls slapping against her ass lewdly while she coos with pleasure. “Oh Carl, yes, yes, do it,” my wife pleads submissively. “Um yeah,” says Gabby staring with shock at the scene before us. Arthur steps in front of me to intercede, but he needn’t bother. I feel all the energy drain out of me as I watch my wife begging this drunken prick to fuck her. I can barely move, in fact, I need to reach out and grab the doorjamb to keep from falling over as my knees become watery and my gut is filled with ice. Arthur looks back over his shoulder to watch Carl humping my wife with an expression of disgust tinged with fascination, or is it arousal? “Ahem,” says Gabby, trying to get their attention. “Hello there!” Carl turns and blinks blearily at us as we stand there watching him fuck my woman. He is so drunk that he doesn’t bother to interrupt his rhythm and keeps right on humping Ingrid as it slowly dawns on him what is happening. “Ah, here there, buddy,” he says, nodding at me angrily. “You gave me a fat lip, but now I’m giving your wife a nice fat cock and she can’t seem to get enough.” He pokes his stiff cock into Ingrid’s spread open pussy again for emphasis. “See that? You like that, cuckold boy?” Ingrid finally takes notice of us and ...