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The split-level suburban home was isolated in its cul-de-sac, and loud music was beckoning from the large furnished basement as we arrived. Entering the house, we were assaulted by the smell of weed wafting up from the basement. I had barely got my shoes off when Eve swept up and was pulling Karla off to the basement furnace room to share a joint.
"You okay, Honey?" Karla asked me.
Smiling, I waved her on. "Go on, have fun, Babe."
We had already agreed that I would take it easy so I could drive us home. Watching her bound after her sister in her blue sleeveless summer dress, I was looking forward to watching Karla let loose. A bit of weed and a couple drinks were certain to get her good and horny. As I had done before, if I timed our departure right, we would likely be pulled over and fucking like horny teenagers before we got a mile down the road.
Eve's husband, Doug, was about fifteen years older than her. He was a nice kind of everyman, affable, active and easy-going. However, the age difference meant Karla and I didn't really know his crowd, so I was left wandering around the party making small talk with strangers and keeping an eye out for anyone I might know.
Doug was chatting with a couple seated on one of the large sectional couches which furnished his large basement den. They were obviously old friends of his, a cozy middle-aged couple, attractive and very into each other. They were only half paying attention to him, lazily petting each other, the woman nipping playfully at her fella's neck. It was kind of sweet but turned more salacious as her man openly put his hand under her blouse, groping her large breasts.
I hoped for an 'in' to talk with my brother-in-law, but he kept on with his conversation, chuckling as he stared at the show they put on. About then, a younger fella sat down beside the woman and started bantering suggestively with them, asking if they, "could use another hand... or two."
He immediately struck me as familiar, closer to my age, of average height, fit and charming. I knew I had met him before. Racking my brain to figure out where I knew him from, Karla and Eve joined me.
"Hey, how do I know that guy?" I asked Karla.
Her stoned eyes lit up as she recognized him. "That's Mike. You remember? I used to work with him at Acme Media, he was their top salesman. He always helped make the office fun."
Eve chimed in, "oh yeah, that's right. Mike works downtown with me now. He's great! I should go say hi."
I could tell the weed was kicking in strong. The girls broke into giggles as they whispered together, making their way to greet Mike.
Just as Mike stood with a charming smile and hugged Eve and Karla, 'hello,' Doug finally looked up to see me.
Karla and Mike started an animated conversation catching up with each other as Doug greeted me. He wasted no time pulling me into the garage to show me what he was working on in his shop. I couldn't say how long we were in there, but when we returned the girls had knocked the party up a notch.
Karla, Eve and her girlfriends were dancing together suggestively in the center of the large den. Before long they were pulling random men into the mix, bumping and grinding on them until their cocks got hard and then moving on to find another 'victim' to tease.
This teasing game was something that had developed out of Eve's bachelorette party. It tended to happen at her and Doug's parties. To be honest, I looked forward to it. After watching our wives bounce their asses on a few guys, Doug and I were pulled onto the floor for our turn.
Eve and a buxom redhead surrounded me. My sister-in-law rubbing her tits on my chest and her friend doing the same to my back. A thin blonde had sat Doug on his coffee table, straddling his waist and whipping him with her hair. The redhead behind me reached around my waist, rubbing my hardening manhood as Eve pulled my face into her ample cleavage.
The ladies pulled back, clapping and giggling at the large tent in my trousers and then took off to find another fella. I looked around to laugh at Doug stumble trying to stand with the blonde wrapped around his waist, the pair of them toppling to the thickly carpeted floor.
Moving away to make room for the ladies to gyrate on their latest dance partners, I searched through the fray for my wife. At first, I couldn't find her in the chaos of free-spirited frivolity. Then bodies parted just enough to spy her across the den, trying to pull Mike off the couch. Moving to get a better view, I saw Mike shake his head, unwilling to be pulled into to cock-teasing show.
Karla laughed playfully, drunkenly staring at the attractive older couple making out on the couch next to Mike before trying again to pull him to his feet. This time when he denied her, Karla shrugged, turned around and planted her perfect ass in his lap. Mike quickly played along, placing his hand on her hips and clearly enjoying my bride wriggling in his lap.
Now, I have never been a jealous person, and this game was something that had happened at several other parties in the past. But there was something about watching my sexy wife rub against another man with nothing but the thin fabric of their clothes separating their genitals that set my blood on fire.
Since this game has joined these parties, it had provided Karla and I with no end of roleplay scenarios for our own lovemaking. We would often talk about the men she had aroused or the women who had ground all over me. Taking our role as one of them, we pretended to seduce or be seduced by one another. It never failed to make Karla soaking wet when I told her how naughty we were for 'cheating' on each other. The taboo fantasy made things hot, but considering the reality of fooling around, we'd agreed that such play would stay fantasy.
With a final aggressive wriggle, Karla got off Mike's lap, clapping and giggling at the tent she left in his trousers. Blowing him a kiss to cap off the teasing, she turned to join the ladies still at play.
Stalking across the room, I was determined to pull my minx out to the car for a thorough seeing to. However, Eve caught her first and all I got was a wave as she was pulled into the furnace room for another toke.
Resigning myself to wait for her to return, I watched as the raucous play went on. The buxom redhead, whom I later learned was named Jen, attempted to pull apart the attractive couple on the couch. The woman shook her rather flushed head and pulled her man up. They then raced upstairs, undoubtably seeking a discrete place to fuck.
I had just waved off Doug's attempt to get me to join in on tequila shots when my phone went off. It was the treasurer of the non-profit I chaired.
Racing out to my car to get away from the noise, I found myself having to engage in some crisis management. Apparently one of our trustees was not happy about a board decision and was attempting to throw their weight around an issue with one of the properties to leverage their position. Frustrated, I spent the better part of forty minutes playing phone tag to put things well enough to let the situation be for the night.
Getting back inside, I found the party had settled down somewhat. People were hunkering down in conversation, drinks, and snacks. Around the basement several couples were discretely petting or making out. Scanning the room, I couldn't find Karla. Doug and Eve were no help as they were busy sucking face in one of Doug's lazy-z-boy recliners. Oh well, it is their anniversary after all.
Poking my head to check in the furnace room, I found the skinny blonde sharing a joint with half a dozen party goers.
"Hey, have you seen Karla?"
Glassy-eyed, she seemed a bit confused. "Karla? Oh... Eve's sister, right?
"Yeah," I nodded.
Waving vaguely, she replied, "Last I saw her she was on the landing."
I thanked her and headed upstairs. Doug and Eve's split-level home had the main entrance on the small landing with just a small, open concept office there with the stairs down to the basement and up to the second floor. Not finding Karla there, I assumed she must have gone up to use the second-floor bathroom or maybe out to the backyard through the dining room to look for me.
Doug and Eve kept the lights upstairs turned off during parties, an attempt to keep the mess concentrated to the lower floor. So, I carefully made my way through the dark, carpeted hallway to find the bathroom empty.
Just about to head out to the backyard, I heard a woman's sigh coming from one of the bedrooms.
A sly smile crept across my face, my inner voyeur urging me to sneak a peek. Inching down the hall, more soft sounds of arousal guided me to the correct room where I expected to catch a glimpse of the attractive couple from the couch. I was fortunate. Light from a nearby streetlight streamed through the window of the bedroom illuminating the bed, and the couple seated on it, in pale light but left the rest of the upstairs shrouded in darkness.
It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dim light. While waiting for the scene to resolve I could hear the man murmuring as he nuzzled into the woman's neck. "Come on, you've always been such a flirt. You can't leave me hanging now, feel how hard you got me?"
A barely audible gasp emanated from the woman as he placed her hand on his exposed cock. Her milky thighs flashed into view as his hand ran up under her dress. Throwing her head back, my heart stopped as my wife's face turned into the light.
"Fuck, Karla. You're soaking wet. You know you need it bad."
It was Mike, trying his best to fuck my wife! How the fuck had he gotten this far with her, petting alone in a dark room?
The initial shock wore off quickly, replaced by blood thunderously pounding in my ears. Savage impulses raged through me, muddling my mind. Insane levels of aggression, jealousy and arousal confused me, body and soul. My cock was so hard, I didn't know if I was going to kill something or fuck it.
My wife's sighs of pleasure burned my ears. It was so familiar, yet so alien, as her soft exclamations of joy came not from my ministrations but from this would-be paramour. The scenario played so like one of our roleplaying sessions, right up to the dialogue. I found myself wondering how Karla would respond, tipsy, and stoned as she was.
Despite how I thought I might react, every soft sigh she made found me silently urging her to let him get her off. I so loved witnessing my bride in the throes of passion, whether it be from my actions, hers, or that of one of her many toys. So, I watched her melt at Mike's touch, telling myself she would stop him from going too far.
Mike's hand pumped slowly under Karla's dress, sliding his fingers with increasing ease into the territory that had, until now, been mine alone. Her hand pumped at his rigid cock in time with his steady probing of her sacred depths.
"Come on, Karla. Just a little taste," Mike urged, gently pushing her head down. "A tease like you must love sucking cock."
To her credit, while she didn't stop him from fingering her, Karla resisted his plea. "I... I can't... we... uugh... mmm... oh!" Mike dropped to the floor, diving between her legs. His tongue joined his fingers working her slick hole, sucking at her sensitive nub. In seconds, my wife fell back onto the bed, gasping as joy bloomed in her womanhood.
I recognized the signs of my wife steadily building to climax. She squirmed, her chest heaving as the tension within swelled. With a sudden intake of air, Karla clamped her hands over her mouth, muffling her euphoric squeals as her thighs shook around Mike's head.
"Oh... fuuuck me," she whimpered quietly as her orgasm subsided.
I knew it was just an exclamation, not an invitation, but Mike took it for one. In half a heartbeat he was up, lubing the head of his cock along my wife's moist pussy lips.
"Ugh... no," she whispered breathlessly, raising her hand to hold him back. "We can't."
Mike pleaded, "doesn't it feel good? Just let me feel you for a bit. You can't tease me like that and not give me anything." He rubbed her clit with his thumb, slowly running his hard meat along the folds of her labia.
Hesitating only a short time, Karla groaned at his touch and finally nodded, allowing him to continue. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of his manhood teasing along the cusp of her cunt.
Mike groaned softly, "you were always the hottest woman in the office. I've dreamt of this for years."
"Mmm? Yeah?" She sighed, her voice betraying that she was getting more worked up by the second.
Alarm bells started going off in my brain. 'She's going to let him fuck her!' My heart was in my throat as I wrestled with a cacophony of primitive impulses. Indecision held me still as my wife succumbed to this stranger's touch. Should I stop them? It's so hot, I want to see them fuck. Should I join them? Can I just stand here and let this happen?
Mike knew he had her on the verge of giving in. "Yeah Karla, you're so beautiful, and you feel so good." Does my cock feel good?"
"Uh huh, so... so fucking good..." she whimpered, her hips gently rocking against his persistent manhood.
"So good," he agreed, "just a bit more." With no word of protest from her, Mike slowly let his fat mushroom head slip inside my bride's ready cunt.
Karla's soft moans rushed out, a triumphant smile painting Mike's face. Pumping lightly at her, he pulled out to run his cock along her labia and slip the head back in. Karla's moans grew more desperate as he repeated the maneuver again and again, gradually picking up speed.
"You're so fucking wet and warm. You really need it bad," he growled.
She just panted, "mmm hmm, mmm hmm," rolling her hips with his incessant rhythm.
"Come on, Honey. You're a nympho just like your sister. You're mad for it. I know how bad you want to cum on my hard cock. It feels so fucking good." Mike moved with rare carnal instinct against her, incrementally pushing my wife closer to abandon.
Karla wheezed, "oh God, oh God," nearly driven to a frenzy as Mike kept teasing her with just the tip of his cock.
'Wait,' I thought suddenly snapping out my voyeuristic trance. 'What was that?' Mike had just heavily implied that he had fucked my sister-in-law, Eve. And it seemed as though Karla knew about it. Questions swirled in my mind as Mike drove my flirtatious bride past all discretion and into infidelity.
"You know you want to say it. You want me to give you the fucking you need so bad. Tell me you want it, Honey!"
Her rolling hips started bouncing off the mattress, desperate for fulfillment. "God, yes! I need it! Please!" Her sobs of surrender coming in hasty gasps.
Mike slammed his cock home in one brutal lunge, falling upon her. Karla's limbs encompassed him tightly as she buried her head in his neck overcome by the waves of ecstasy exploding from the core of her being.
'Fuck! I have to stop this!' As hot as it was, there was no way in hell I was going to let this asshole fuck my wife on his terms. Suddenly, I realized that while I am willing to let others fuck my wife, I wasn't going to allow anyone to take what is mine behind my back.
I thought fast, not wanting to cause a messy dramatic scene. Rushing to the bathroom, I shut the door loudly, immediately rewarded by my wife's frantic whispers floating down the hall. "Fuck! Mike! Stop it! Get off!"
I ducked into the shadows of Doug's office, listening to Mike groan disappointedly. Another flurry of whispers, too quiet for me to make out, went on for a short bit, ending with my wife hissing, "no!" From my vantage, I could see the pair hastily pulled themselves together as they made their way past me and down to the basement.
'Good girl,' I thought to myself. At least, mostly. When it came down to it, she stopped it. Even if it was much farther along than it should have been.
First counting to fifteen, I casually made my way downstairs.
Karla was cloistered with her sister, downing shots of flavored vodka and whispering. My suspicion that they were comparing notes about Mike was confirmed by their many furtive glances in his direction. Karla's cheeks were flushed, shaking her head as if to come to grips with what she had just done. Eve looked conflicted; I saw hints of indignation, anger even flashing across her face. Was she jealous that Mike attempted to seduce her sister? The idea of that amused me, 'that's rich,' I mused. 'Of course, the guy who fucks you behind your husband's back tried to fuck your hotter sister. What did you expect?'
For his part, Mike pointedly didn't look their way as he threw back two... no three, Jello shots and then grabbed himself a beer. No doubt attempting to take the sting out of his frustration.
In the middle of the room lay a sight which will forever be etched in my memory. My brother-in-law Doug was curled up on his lazy-z-boy cradling a mostly empty bottle of whiskey. With his knees tucked up to his chest, he looked like a middle-aged-man sized infant asleep, drooling with a string of spittle going from his snoring lips to the neck of the bottle.
It was so absurd. I laughed freely, grateful for the comical scene to dispel the tension of what I had just witnessed. My laughter roused the attention of most in the room, and many joined in.
Pulling out my phone, I snapped some photos of Doug's ridiculous pose just as Karla took her place at my side.
"Hey, you disappeared for a bit." Karla tried to act casual, but her posture was tense, and she kept looking away uneasily.
Smiling, I looked directly into her eyes, noting how she blushed brightly. I could tell she was conflicted as I was as she attempted to quell her nerves. This close, she smelled of booze and sex. The scent made the image of her writhing on Mike's cock in my mind's eye all the more vivid. For the life of me, I wasn't angry with her. She was stoned and, though she had gone too far, she had eventually stopped Mike. Plus, it was fucking hot, and I realized I really did want to see her in action again.
Leaning in, I gave her a tender kiss, brushing her lips lightly with mine. "Sorry Babe, I got a call and had to put out a fire. It took a bit to find you when I got back."
I don't think she really heard me. Whatever nervousness and guilt Karla had been carrying appeared dispelled by my kiss. She relaxed at my touch, comforted by my affection.
"Huh?" She leaned in, seeking more contact.
With a chuckle, I said, "okay Babe, say goodbye. The party is winding down; it's time to go so I can put you to bed."
She shook herself slightly, giving me a horny look and a nod.
Looking to Eve to say goodbye, I found her in a rather animated private conversation with Mike. He must have hoped to get the satisfaction he sought from my bride from Doug's instead. Not for the first time, if my read on the situation was correct. One glance at Doug snoring in his chair told me that I couldn't leave Eve alone with Mike.
Crossing the room, I thrust my hand into Mike's pulling him into a close handshake, making certain he had to look up to speak to me. "Mike, right? I met you at the Acme Media company picnic a few years back. You used to work with my wife, Karla."
The man paled visibly, swallowing hard before he replied. "Uh? Yeah... yeah. I saw Karla was here. It was nice to see her again."
'I'll bet,' I thought to myself.
"You still live near the golf course?" I probed.
"Uh yeah? Yeah!"
Slapping him affably on the back, I gestured around the room. "This party is wrapping up. You've had a few and don't live far from us. Let us give you a ride home."
