Drunken Prick at the Party Molests Your Wife - Sex Stories

Drunken Prick at the Party Molests Your Wife

"You don't mind if I steal a kiss from your wife, do you, old man," he asks you as he rudely gropes her. "She is just too irresistibly gorgeous!" "Oh my!" gasps your wife, blushing with pleasure as he pulls her close to him. "That's very forward... I really couldn't..." she says with a nervous laugh, looking into his eyes with interest. You are annoyed at how flattered she seems. She doesn't even try to withdraw from his embrace. He doesn't wait for your response, and locks his mouth onto your wife's in a fierce kiss. “Alright, that’s enough!” you say, annoyed. You reach over to give him a shove, but your wife is responding and putting her arms around him. “Jesus, honey, what are you doing?” you ask her petulantly. She pulls her mouth away and gasps for breath, but doesn’t release him from her embrace. “Wow!” she says, blushing. “I don’t normally get that reaction from strange men.” She is stroking his shoulders fondly. “Yeah, that’s really rude,” you say, embarrassed at how excited your wife is. Some of the other party goers are glancing over oddly, and then the hostess, Gabrielle, appears. “Oh, Ingrid, you’ve met Carl I see,” she laughs. Then she notices your discomfort and puts her arm around you affectionately. “Don’t get bent out of shape, Jason”, she tells you. “Carl is a terrible flirt, but he’s harmless.” “Uh-huh,” you say, putting your arm around her back hesitantly. Gabrielle is an old friend of you and your wife, so you don’t want to make a scene. “Why didn’t you ...

... introduce me to Ingrid earlier?” asks Carl, gazing at your wife’s face lustfully. “Such a gorgeous woman… look at her porcelain skin.” He is still holding her in his arms and running his hands up and down her back in a more-than-friendly way. “Oh my gosh,” laughs your wife, blushing madly. “Stop it, Carl, you are making me blush.” “Carl, have you met Jason, Ingrid’s husband?” asks Gabrielle significantly, patting you on the shoulder. “Err, no, I don’t think we’ve been introduced,” says Carl, pulling your wife close to him with one hand and reaching out the other to shake. “Carl Ascot; I work with Gabrielle at McKinsey.” You grit your teeth and force a fake smile as you shake his hand. “Carl is a top business strategist,” beams Gabrielle proudly. “How wonderful for him,” you tell her sarcastically. “Oh, Carl, see - you’ve made my husband jealous,” says your wife, making herself comfortable in his tight embrace. “I know, I know,” he tells her, putting his face close to hers, “But I just can’t help myself. Besides, he must be used to other men throwing themselves at you by now, surely?” “Ah, no,” stutters your wife. “Jason, I am going to steal your wife away,” he tells you casually. “Just for a few minutes; I simply must get to know her better. You don’t mind, do you, Ingrid?” “Well, no…” says your wife, eyeing you guiltily. “You go have a little chat,” laughs Gabrielle. “I will keep Jason company.” Carl doesn’t waste another moment, and sweeps your wife away toward the french ...