She always called him her work husband, and tonight I’ll find out just how close they really are.
When we went to go meet with Roger and Isabelle I don’t think either of us really expected things to go the way they did. I mean how were we supposed to know they were swingers? How were we supposed to know what they would want to do?
Most of all I can’t believe how interested my wife seems by all of this. I can’t believe she didn’t just reject this all out of hand. I can’t believe she’s pushing me to say yes.
I don’t want to be a swinger, but I don’t want to say no.
So I’ll watch while they all get together. I’ll watch while Roger satisfies both of them. I’ll sit in the corner all by myself.
Aching for relief and unable to look away.
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Isabelle gripped my cock firm and started to stroke it. Her hand was slow and even, a deliberate movement as I stared across the way at my wife and her lover.
“Watch them,” Isabelle whispered in my ear, “I don’t mind.”
Her hand stroked up and down me, and I noticed that it was in line with a rhythm of a pattern I should have noticed immediately. Because Isabelle was stroking me in time to the bobbing of my wife on his cock. My wife took him into her mouth, her head bouncing up and down as she moaned and he moaned, and as her movements grew faster and faster so did the movements of Isabelle.
“You like to watch them don’t you,” she whispered in my ear once more, the feel of her hot breath on the nape of my neck tingling and exciting, “You don’t really want this to happen but you can’t help it. You want to see it and you hate to see it. You want to watch your wife stray and yet you can’t help but be pained by it.”
It was true and I understood it to be that. I felt my cock throbbing in her hands. Felt my heart pounding and my whole body vibrating as my hips bucked up against the rhythm of her hand.
“You want to cum, don’t you?” she said to me mockingly, “You can’t last like my Roger can. Maybe that’s why your wife is doing this? Maybe you just can’t satisfy her. Maybe she has needed this for so long. Maybe this wasn’t a mistake. Maybe Julie came over her on purpose knowing what would happen.”
I grunted and felt something building hot and inevitable inside of me. It was threatening to bubble over. Threatening to consume me.
“Cum for me,” she said, “Cum for me and let me finish this silly little handjob so that I can go over there and be satisfied by a real man.”
I groaned and obeyed, my cock erupting all over her hand and my pants, staining me and leaving me hot and wet with the stickiness of my semen. Isabelle stood after I was done, looking at me with blatant disdain as she stripped out of her dress and crossed the room to my wife and her husband.