Wives Taken by Friends: 5 short stories about cuckolds and hotwives by JL Sanders

Author:JL Sanders [Sanders, JL]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: PMI
Published: 2022-10-29T00:00:00+00:00

He got with my wife on a couch at a party

“You couldn’t take it!” my friend Daryl said, snorting and shaking his head.

My wife, sitting on the other side of me on the overstuffed couch in the huge living room of the big old house dropped her smile wide open and flared her bright eyes up at me. “Is that a challenge?” she said up to me, and her shoulders poking up as she snorted.

We were sitting in the middle of a massive house party. The floor bumped under my feet the music was so deep and pounding.

“He always loses,” I grinned back at her where she nuzzled my shoulder and slumped lower in the couch. I had my arm around her back. We all had to shout, there were so many people. All we could see was a forest of legs.

“Ten seconds!” he said. “Ten dollars!”

I slowly swivelled my head around to him. The money wasn’t important, the principle was. “You’re basically just offering to pay me to kiss my wife,” I sneered at him.

“You won’t make it to ten seconds, guaranteed!” he sneered right back.

Jo snickered and tapped my thigh with her fingers. “Just take it then,” she said to me.

I turned to her. “What, you’re willing to do that with him just for the money?”

She straightened up against me and smiled devilishly up at me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed her fingers into the hair on the back of my head and put her forehead against my forehead. “If it makes my man a winner, I’ll do anything!” she said, emphasizing the last word with exhaled breath and flickering-shut eyes. She moaned when she pressed her lips to mine.

She pulled off me and stared at my mouth. “Easy money, right?” she said. Then she twisted my head and pushed her lips against my ear. “Ask for a hundred,” she whispered.

I turned back to Daryl. “She says a hundred,” I shrugged at him. Daryl made a ton of money. It was just numbers to him, “Just a way to keep score,” he always said. He held out his hand with a lascivious grin up one side of his face.

I looked down and considered it. My wife’s hand scrunched in my upper thigh and her fingernails scratched deeply into the denim of my jeans. I snatched his hand and we shook.

My wife puffed air out her nose and widened her eyes up at mine, before she pulled her gaze past me to Daryl on my other side.

“Come on, then,” she said to him with a wide excited smile, and she got onto her hands and knees, planted her palms into my thigh, and stretched her body out over my lap. She dipped her back down, pointed her ass up, and lifted her face to Daryl with her eyes closed lightly. She circled her lips and parted her mouth, and waited for him.

“Timer please,” he said, not taking his eyes off my wife’s patient and pretty face.

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