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

Drunken Prick at the Party Molests Your Wife - Part 2

... turns pale at the sight. “Oh shit,” she gasps. “Honey, it’s not what it seems.” Then she looks up at Carl and chastises him, “Carl, don’t be like that! Don’t provoke my husband like that!” “Why not?” he asks her as he continues sliding his dick in and out in and out of my wife’s pussy. “He did punch me right in the face.” “Oh, god,” gasps my wife, reacting to his dick, and writhing with pleasure under him as he keeps her wrists pinned down. “What’s the matter?” he asks her softly. “I think I’m going to cum,” she gasps. “But your husband is standing right there watching,” he says with fiendish grin as he sinks his shaft deep inside my wife and grinds his pubic bone against her clitoris insistently. “It’s too late now,” she moans, gyrating her hips upward against his. “Ugh, ugh, oh god,” she cries, and I can see my wife’s body shaking as she reached climax with this interloper’s cock inside her. My head felt like it might float away but my gut was like lead. “People, please, this is totally inappropriate,” says Gabby, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the sight of my wife wriggling and squirming in the throes of her orgasm. “Yes, totally perverted,” mutters Arthur, adjusting the bulge in his pants as he watches Ingrid’s reaction. Gabby’s eyes widen in shock at the sight of her husband’s boner. “Arty! Get a grip on yourself.” “That’s what I’m doing,” he says with a churlish grin as he grips his hardon through his trousers. “Jesus Arthur! Some friend you are!” I ...

... complain, finally finding my voice. I am feeling weak and slump against the doorjamb. My chest feels constricted and my palms are sweaty. “Ingrid, how could you do this to me? After all these years of happy marriage!” “Darling, please, don’t be upset,” pleads my wife. Then she looks up at Carl who is still emphatically working his cock in and out of her. “Carl, please, that’s enough!” “What!? It’s ok for me to keep going until YOU cum, but once you have, then I need to stop? I haven’t cum yet, don’t be selfish,” he pouted, pulling his cock out of my wife. His shaft was slick with her juices and his swollen glans was bright red. It was a pretty good sized member and Gabby’s eyes widened with interest as she contemplated it. “Gabby, quick staring at Carl’s cock like that, you are making me nervous,” laughed Arthur, his own eyes fixed on my wife’s naked body as Carl climbed reluctantly off of her. “But that’s um, quite a healthy piece of equipment,” she says, blushing even more furiously as she gazed at Carl’s swinging dick. Then she notices Arthur’s eyes fixed on my wife’s jiggling bare tits as Ingrid leaned up on one elbow. “Pish, you can’t talk. I see you getting an eyeful of Ingrid’s bosom.” “Oops,” said my wife, lamely covering her hard pink nippes with the palms of her hands. “I still need to cum!” whined Carl as he stood next to the bed, by my wife, stroking his rod and tugging on his balls. “Here can’t you suck it for me?” he begged her. “Carl, I need to try to sort things out ...