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

Drunken Prick at the Party Molests Your Wife - Part 2

... so hot for me after fucking me for 20 years the way Jason has,” says my wife, sitting up and wiping some cum from her chin. “Yeah, it’s hard to recapture that spark,” you say, looking sadly at your cum covered wife. “I see now that I’ve been taking you for granted.” “But now you see how desirable your wife is to other men, maybe that will help you pay more attention to her in the bedroom,” says Gabby hopefully. “If you don’t, I’ll be happy to,” says Carl, clapping me on the shoulder as he heads for the door. That was going too far, so you haul off and punch him right in the eye. He crumples to the ground with a yowl of pain but your moment of satisfaction evaporates as your naked wife shrieks with dismay and rushes to his side to comfort her new lover. “Jason, you beast, how could you do that?” she shouts as she strokes Carl’s hair. “You are acting like a common ruffian.” “Ingrid, he pushed me too far,” you grouse as your wife helps Carl to his feet. “Jason, I really think you need to leave,” says Arthur, escorting you out. But you notice his gaze lingering on your wife’s round white ass as he shoves you out the door. “I’m sure everything will sort itself out somehow, but you need to stop throwing punches around or you might really have some charges filed against you,” warns Arthur. “I saw you checking out my wife’s ass,” you complain. “I, uh, yeah, sorry,” he stammers. You are out in the driveway again ...

... and the car they called is still waiting. The driver holds the door open and you are about to get in when Ingrid throws open the window and leans out. Her chest bare for the world to see. “Jason, wait,” calls your wife frantically, her naked knockers swinging wildly as she hangs halfway out the window. The driver’s eyes bulge out of his head as he gapes at your wife’s tits. You notice Arthur looking with interest as well. “Christ, Ingrid, cover yourself,” you yell, looking around with embarrassment as the other party guests take note of your wife’s dangling breasts. “Oh, sorry,” she gasps, cupping her cum-slick boobs in her hands ineffectually. “I just wanted to tell you that things will all seem better once we’ve slept on it.” She laughs half-heartedly. “I mean, sex is just a physical act, it’s no big deal really. Just a biological function, like eating or pooping.” You remember that your wife was given a Valium earlier and you slowly see it dawn on her that she is shouting half-naked out the window in full view of about 20 people about her recent debauchery and her face colors as she ducks back inside. “I still love you darling,” she yells as she shuts the window. Arthur looks at you with chagrin as you duck into the car and realize that you still love her too. Maybe now more than ever. And the car speeds off, suburban nightscape whipping by outside the window as you slowly mull over what that means.