Drunken Prick at the Party Molests Your Wife - Sex Stories

Drunken Prick at the Party Molests Your Wife

... doing?” you demand of your wife. She is confused by alcohol and lust and it takes her a moment to respond; she just stares at you, disoriented, still tugging on Carl’s stiff penis. “Look, it’s not what it seems,” says Carl, not looking at you, but continuing to pinch your wife’s nipple. “We were just talking.” Then he grunts and starts spurting semen all over the front of your wife’s blouse and skirt. “Oops,” she says, finally releasing his cock from her grip. “That’s going to leave a stain…” You snap out of it and punch Carl abruptly in the mouth. He staggers back, and you are about to pounce on him when you wife and Gabrielle intervene and hold you back. “Jason, please!" shouts Gabrielle. “Get a grip on yourself!" “Honey, I know this looks bad, but I can explain,” shrieks your wife. “Stay away from me, you brute!” shouts Carl, dabbing at his bloody lip as more people gather around. “What the hell?” cries Gabrielle’s husband, Arthur. “Carl, put your johnson away for Christ sake!” “That animal punched me,” shouts Carl in response, wagging his limp dick around as he gestures angrily at you. You are annoyed that several of the women are staring at his exposed member in fascination. “You were… molesting my wife!” you shout in reply, straining to get at him as several more men intervene. “Well…” he says, settling down some and zipping his fly back up. “I think molesting is too strong a word. We were just chatting.” “Chatting with your cock out?” laughs a man from the crowd. ...

... “Yes, well… Ingrid is quite… friendly,” says Carl squaring his shoulders and straightening his tie. Several people laugh in spite of themselves and then look over at you guiltily. Ingrid breaks down in tears and Gabrielle leads her away as she clutches the front of her blouse closed. “Ok folks, I know that this is quite interesting, but please break it up and go back inside. We need to sort out a sensitive situation here,” says Arthur shooing everyone away. He puts his hand on your shoulder and says, “Sorry about this old man, but it’s just the sort of foolishness that happens when people drink too much. Don’t make too much out of it.” “They were really going at it, Arthur,” you say glumly. “Ok, well, go check on your wife. I will get Carl’s side of the story,” he says soothingly. “Side of the story?” you ask, incredulous. Then you shake your head and walk inside. Gabrielle intercepts you in the living room. “Oh, Jason, she is too upset to talk right now,” says Gabrielle breathlessly. “I gave her a valium and the poor dear is lying down. I think she should stay here tonight, and you two can work this out tomorrow morning in the light of day.” “But…” you say, then close your mouth. “Maybe you are right, Gabby. I’m too upset right now to talk this over properly.” “Good man, you are such a sensible fellow. Let me call a car to take you home, I don’t want you driving in this state,” she says rushing off. You stalk over to the bar and get another drink to steady your nerves. After a ...