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Drunken Prick at the Party Molests Your Wife

... doors leading out to the patio. Carl whispers something in her ear and she giggles, slapping him on the chest and waving to you distractedly as they depart. “Ah, really?” you ask Gabrielle. “I don’t like that guy, Gabby.” “Don’t be like that, Jason,” she says, pouting prettily at you. “He’s always been a perfect gentleman. He’s just playing around. Wives are always flattered by a little attention from a man other than their husband.” “Uh-huh,” you say, looking over suspiciously as Carl gets himself and your wife a couple more drinks and they head out on onto the moonlit patio. “Why, I like a bit of attention myself, you know,” she teases, wrapping her other arm around you and looking up at you seductively. Her eyes are a bit glassy, and you can tell she’s a little drunk. “But you don’t see my husband getting all jealous and trying to pull you off of me, do you?” You feel your penis stiffen in response to Gabrielle’s flirtation. She makes no mention of it, but embraces you more tightly so that the lump in your trousers is pressed firmly against her thigh. “Gabby, I’ve known you and Sam for years, I should think he would trust us together,” you tell her with a little smile, loosening your arms around her, but not wanting to push her away for fear you might embarrass her. “Well, I’ll vouch for Carl, okay? Now give me a little kiss,” she purrs. You bend down and give Gabrielle a quick kiss on the lips and she seems satisfied, though you are sure she rubs her thigh deliberately ...

... against your hardon as she withdraws from your embrace. “There you go, now come along and let’s go mingle.” She take you by the hand and draws you into the dining room as you struggle to rearrange your erection so that no one notices. You get into a conversation with some other friends, but your jealousy of Carl keeps eating at you. “If you’ll excuse me, folks, I am going to go check on my wife,” you tell the group as you head out to the patio. “Yeah, I think you’d better, Jason,” sniffs your neighbor, Jennifer. “I saw her chatting quite intimately with a strange man out on the patio.” “Uh-huh,” you say, your pulse quickening with anger. “Let me join you, Jason. I could use some air,” says Gabrielle urgently, tagging along as you walk briskly out onto the patio. It takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the moonlight, but then you see Carl and your wife embracing against a tree in the yard. They seem to be kissing again and you rush over with Gabrielle trailing behind and making small anxious sounds. As you get closer, you are stunned to see that Carl has your wife’s blouse open to her waist and is kneading her large breasts and pinching her hard, pink nipples while he kisses her lustily. You grab him by the shoulder to pull him off of her, and then realize that his fly in undone and your wife has his cock in her hand and has been stroking it while he felt her up. “Oh boy,” gasps Gabrielle from behind you, with concern. “Holy fuck!” you shout. “What the hell are you ...