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

Drunken Prick at the Party Molests Your Wife - Part 2

... with my husband,” said Ingrid with exasperation. But she couldn’t take her eyes off of Carl’s meat and she licked her lips in spite of herself. “Talk things over?” I yelped coming into the room and waving my arms shakily. “What’s there to discuss? You cheated on me! You broke our vows of marriage.” My wife pulls her eyes away from Carl’s boner for a moment. “Darling, please, don’t be so upset. You have to understand, I am a middle aged woman. Men simply don’t pay attention to me any more. It was an incredible surprise when Carl expressed, uh, interest in me. I felt a part of me awaken that had been asleep for years” “Can you at least jerk it while you guys talk it over?” begs Carl presenting his big stiff dong to my wife urgently. “Oh, jeez, Carl, ok, ok,” agrees my wife, distractedly grabbing a hold of Carl’s cock and tugging on it mechanically while Carl sighs with relief. “How can you say that you’ve been, um, sexually asleep all these years?” I grumble. But I knew the answer with a sinking heart. Sex between Ingrid and I had gotten less and less frequent over the years. “And Jesus,” I said. “Are you really going to jerk this guy off while we discuss this?” “I didn’t cum yet!” objects Carl while my wife vigorously yanks his dong for him. “You came on her once already in the back yard!” laughs Arthur, trying to be discreet as he readjusts his own hardon “Yeah, that’s pretty inappropriate,” says Gabby, crossing her arms and watching in fascination as my wife administers a ...

... handjob to my rival. “But I can’t just leave him with blue balls, Gabby, can I?” protests my wife, looking up at Carl fondly as she pulled playfully on his pud. “I’m not going to stand by and watch this,” I say and I stride forward to intervene, but Arthur holds me back. “No more punching, Jason, please,” he says, grabbing my arms. “Yeah, Jason, you stay away from me,” says Carl, then he grimaces strangely. “Besides, look, I’m done. See, I’m cumming in your wife’s face now.” And he his. He is spurting glob after glob of semen all over my wife’s face and down onto her milky white breasts. “Look at that, hot jizz all over your wife.” “Carl, stop that,” scolds my wife, slowing her stroking as his ejaculations subside. “Sorry, honey, here just suck it for a second, will you?” he begs. “Oh, all right,” she sighs and she looked me guiltily in the eye as she slurped the last of the sperm out of Carl’s penis. “I just can’t believe this is happening! How can you do this to me?” I ask pulling away from Arthur and pacing around the room. “I know our sex life has slowed down lately, but still.” “Slowed down? You know that’s an understatement,” scoffs my wife, pulling Carl limp dick from her mouth. “I have needs you know. I didn’t even realize how badly I needed sex until Carl started hitting on me.” “Yeah, you need to fuck your wife more often,” says Carl, pulling on his pants. “But I’m glad you didn’t because it gave me a chance.” “Don’t be like that Carl, I doubt that you would have been ...