J Watson - Weekend wife

"Oh my God," he said. "I must have gone to sleep."

"Me too," Alice lied.

"But we've got to get you out of here. Gayle will be coming in any minute."

His words were prophetic for at that moment the door opened and Gayle walked in. Sharon, Mark and Alan stood in the doorway behind her.

"Oh my God," Richard said.

"What the hell is going on here?" Gayle asked.

"Uhhhh," Richard said.

Richard was so shook up that he was still caressing Alice's tittie. He didn't know what he was doing. He was trying very hard to think of an excuse but his mind was completely blank.

"What the hell are you doing?" Gayle asked.

Richard then realized that he was playing with Alice's tittie. He drew his hand away as if he had been burned. He looked down at his hand as if it belonged to another person.

"Honey," he said.

"Don't honey me!" Gayle stormed. "I'm out there working my butt off and you're in here banging some cheap little girl. Take your Goddamned hand away!"

Richard realized that once again he was caressing Alice. Quickly he drew his hand away. He was flushed with embarrassment. He didn't know anyone with Gayle except for Alan. They all had crowded into the room after her.

"Gayle," he said. "I can explain. You're just going to have to understand that…"

"Hell," Gayle interrupted. "I understand. I really understand. I understand you've been putting your wick into her hole."

"Now wait a minute," Richard said.

"I won't wait. You've been playing around, haven't you? Well two people can play at that game."

"What do you mean?" Richard asked. Richard was frightened. He kept having mental pictures of Gayle divorcing him. What would his friends say? My God, what would his parents say?

What would he do?

"What do you mean?" he asked again.

"Simply that what's good for the gander is good for the goose. You've had your fun and now I'm going to have mine. I'm going to do a little playing around too."

"You can't mean it," Richard said.

"Why can't I?" Gayle asked.

"Because," Richard stammered. "Because it just isn't right. It isn't nice."

"Oh?" Gayle cocked an eyebrow at him. "And is it nice for you to fuck Alice? Dear, sweet Alice. Is that nice and tight?"

"I can explain," Richard said. "Just send all these people away and I can explain."

"Nobody's leaving," Gayle said. "I'm going to have a good time and they're going to help."

Richard couldn't believe what he was seeing. He watched as his wife walked over to the radio and turned on some soft music. She began to sway to the rhythm.

"Now you're going to really see a show," Gayle said.

"Gayle," Richard said.

"Shut up," she said. "Shut up or leave. And if you leave I'll never see you again."

Richard wanted to leave. He also wanted to stay. He knew Gayle meant what she did. If he walked out he would never see her again. He didn't know what to do.

"Relax, baby," Alice said sweetly, blowing into his ear. "Don't worry."

"But she's my wife," Richard said.

"She'll still be your wife afterwards," Alice pointed out. "And you did have your jollies. Why not let her enjoy herself?"

Gayle allowed herself to be carried away by the soft music. She could feel heat between her thighs as she moved. Knowing that she was shocking Richard and knowing that she was going to shock him even more, was an exciting thought to Gayle.

She closed her eyes tightly and reached for the top button of her blouse. She undid it and moved her fingers slowly down the front of her blouse. She wasn't allowing them to see much flesh, but she knew it looked wicked enough.

"Gayle," Richard said.

She undid the second button and then the rest. She kept her blouse closed for a few moments and then she shrugged it off her shoulders.

"My God, Gayle," Richard said. "You can't be doing this. Please stop. You're showing yourself before everybody."

Gayle had purposefully picked out a bra belonging to Sharon. It was one of those push-up types that made her creamy tits appear as if they were going to break out of such tight confinement.

She reached behind her back and undid the hook. Again she kept the bra on for a few moments before she shrugged it from her shoulders.

"Ahhh Jesus, Gayle," Richard pleaded. "Don't do any more. Don't take off any more. Please stop."

Richard realized that Alice was playing softly with his prick. Her soft, urgent fingers had closed around his cock-head and she was slowing working him into an erection. He couldn't believe it. He wasn't able to keep soft even as his wife displayed herself to other men.

And then he wondered just how far she would go. Surely she couldn't mean that she was going to give herself to the men right in front of him. Surely she couldn't mean that.

Gayle gave her husband a sweet smile as she reached down and unzipped her pants. She kicked them off and stood before them in only a pair of flimsy panties. The music became faster and she shook herself as far as she could, knowing that her heavy tits bounced obscenely.

"Gayle," Richard pleaded. "For my sake, stop. Please stop."

Gayle only shook herself faster and faster. Richard watched with horror as Alan rubbed his crotch. Richard could see the bulge that was forming there. Surely Alan wouldn't have the nerve to fuck his wife with him watching.

Finally Gayle shook off her panties. She rubbed herself lewdly between her legs. Her pussy was already tingling with desire.

"Okay," she said, "who's going to be first?"

"I am," Alan said.

"My God!" Richard said. "You can't be doing this, Gayle. You can't be!"

"Shhh," Alice whispered into his ear. "I'm enjoying this, lover. Don't stop her now."

Richard shook her gentle hand from his hard prick. His cock was hard and aching with lust. He needed Alice but he couldn't tear his eyes away from his wife.

Gayle still danced to the music as she moved across the room toward Alan. Alan had quickly torn off his shirt and was working on his trousers. His nervous fingers fumbled at his zipper.

"Let me help," Gayle said.

Gayle sank down to her knees on the soft carpet. She easily tugged Alan's zipper down. She reached inside his trousers and pulled his hot cock free.

"Poor thing," Gayle said. "Poor little baby. It needs some attention."

Richard was going to protest again and then his throat went dry.

He watched as his wife bent her head and sucked Alan's cock-head into her lovely mouth. That was one thing she had never done for him. He had never really asked her to for fear that she'd think it was dirty.

She didn't look as if she thought sucking Alan was dirty. She was sucking mote of him down her throat. Her fingers pressed against his thighs as she moved her head up and down on his prick.

His red, throbbing prick became wet with her saliva. Richard wanted to close his eyes. He wanted to turn his head away. He wanted to leave the room.

But he could do none of those things. He could only keep watching as his wife blew another man.

Gayle was enjoying herself. She took Alan's cock deep in her throat and her thighs were hot with excitement. She moved one hand up to fondle his balls and she could feel the heat there. Knowing Richard was watching seemed to turn Alan on more than usual.

Gayle laughed deep in her throat as she felt his hands come up to squeeze her titties. He began to squeeze them hard and his hips began to jerk. Gayle knew he wasn't going to be able to keep from coming for very long. Gayle was right.

"Ahhh dear Jesus," Alan moaned. "Ahhh dear fuck. I'm going to come. Ahhh God, I'm going to come!"

She received his cum as it flowed out of the end of his prick. She swallowed quickly, liking the salty, sweet taste of his semen.

"Ohhh no," Richard said. "Oh why, Gayle?"