Rival Nails WifebyKathyRobert©
At the company Christmas party, my wife, Louise, and I shared a table with Bernie and his wife, Babs. It had to be the lowest status table in the whole banquet hall. We were in a dark corner, across the room from the executive table. Louise and I sat facing the wall. Bernie and Babs at least were facing the room and could see what was going on. About the only good thing about the table was that we were so far away from the band that we could actually hold a conversation.
"Don't count on the Nova job," Bernie was saying. "Victor has it locked up."
"Victor." Louise literally spat the word out. "I hate that man."
I nudged her with my leg and caught her eye in a silent warning. I was afraid she would make a racial comment. Earlier when we found out our seating assignments, I had warned her that Bernie was solidly in Victor's camp. Anything we said that was out of line would be reported to management. One mistake and any chance I had for the Nova job would be gone.
"Oh, Victor's not so bad," Babs said. "He got Bernie a nice raise last year."
He should have, I thought. Bernie had taken the heat for Victor's screw up on the Acme job -- a job I should have had, and could have done right.
Bernie smiled at Babs remark. "Robert and Victor are old rivals, Honey. Whoever gets the Nova job will be able to push our software technology to a new level. And get a nice promotion."
That was the problem -- technology. Victor was a politician. All he wanted was the promotion. He couldn't design, and his code sucked. If he got the job, there wouldn't be any new technology, just a mess.
The light darkened even more as someone approached the table. It was Victor. "Merry Christmas, Bernie," he said as he shook Bernie's hand. "Babs, how nice to see you again." But instead of shaking her hand, he brought it up to his lips.
I would have felt corny doing something like that, but Victor could get away with it. He was a tall black man that kept in good shape. And he was so immaculately dressed in an expensive suit that he looked like an exec. Probably that was why he was sitting near them.
But I wasn't fooled, when he bent over Babs' hand, I saw him checking out her cleavage.
"Robert," he said as he extended his hand. "Having a good time, I hope."
I smiled as we shook. "Yeah, good party. I don't think you've met my wife. Louise this is Victor."
That was the thing. You had to be polite, even in the lower levels of management. And especially when your rival is kissing your wife's hand and making it obvious that he is looking down her dress.
"A pleasure," he said to Louise then looked over to Babs. "Bernie, you have to let me dance with Babs."
After he led her away, Louise leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Did you see the way he looked at me. I wondered for a moment if I was naked."
"He's just trying to get me mad so I'll do something stupid."
She looked at me with an amused smile then nudged me then and nodded over to Bernie. He was oblivious to us. Instead he stared rather anxiously at the dance floor.
Well, I thought, I'd be worried too if Victor had my wife.
A few minutes later Bernie's smile signaled the return of Victor and Babs.
"Robert," Victor said, "I would love a dance with Louise."
"Sure, just remember where you got her."
My turn to worry. But fortunately, Bernie took Babs for a dance too, leaving me all alone so I was able to turn around and watch without, I hoped, looking like a nervous husband.
However, I should have stayed facing the wall. It was a slow dance and Victor kept Louise at the edge of the floor where I could see them. He did it deliberately too because I saw him glance over at me, and when he saw me watching, he tried to pull her close.
At first Louise resisted but as he turned her, she too saw me watching. That was my big mistake because teasing me is Louise's favorite game. She let him pull her close, and on the next turn Victor smirked at me as his hand drifted down onto Louise's ass. She lifted his hand back up to her waist, but she was still smiling when he turned her enough so that she could again look at me.
After that, the two of them really got into the game, taking turns watching me and getting increasing bold with every turn. On the next turn, Victor watched me as he put his hand back on her ass. Louise left it there which encouraged Victor to get even bolder. He moved her around so they were dancing in a half open position, with one boob against his chest and the other out a little way from him. Since they were dancing almost side by side, they both watched me on the next turn as Victor put his paw on her breast.
When Louise starts a game, she plays hard. For the rest of the dance, she let Victor openly fondle her boob and rub her ass while they both laughed at me.
I didn't know what to think. It was humiliating, yet my cock was hard as a rock. I couldn't remember ever being so excited.
The only thing that saved us from a major scandal was that Victor seemed to have enough sense to only make his moves on the part of the turns where I was the only one who could see. Nonetheless, I was relieved when the dance ended and they returned to the table. Eventually someone had to notice.
"I'll get the next round," Victor announced as he seated Louise. "What's everyone drinking?"
However, Bernie and Babs excused themselves, saying that it was late and that they had to get the baby-sitter home. So after Victor left to fetch the drinks, Louise and I were left sitting alone.
Louise slipped her hand under the table and felt my crotch. She laughed at finding me hard. "Oh, what's this? Did hubby get a little excited?"
"Damn, Louise," I said. "How do you expect me to compete with a man that's had his hands all over my wife?"
She gave me a quick kiss. "Relax. We've done more than this with your friends. Just think about how much fun you'll have later when you fuck me."
She had me there.
It had all started one night when we had my friend Andy over for dinner. After steaks we sat in the den and worked on our second bottle of wine. Louise sat next to Andy on the couch while I relaxed in the recliner. As we were laughing at some of his jokes, I became aware that Louise was sitting unusually close to Andy. She had her legs folded up on the couch and was leaning an arm on his shoulder.
I think she was waiting for me to notice because when I did, she eyed me for a moment then turned and gave Andy a brief kiss on the lips. Andy returned the kiss, but the way his eyes widened, I knew he was as surprised as me.
Louise laughed at our expressions and asked, "Robert, would it be all right if I necked a bit with Andy? Just a bit?"
"Well... yeah... I guess so..." I knew that it wasn't manly to let her neck with Andy, but she always made it a point to greet my friends with a hug and a kiss. I would have felt foolish making a fuss over a few extra kisses.
Actually nothing much happened. Just some open mouth kissing with an occasional flicker of tongue. The most interesting part was the way she kept glancing over at me between kisses. I suppose she enjoyed the kissing, but the excitement seemed to come from doing it front of me.
As for me, I discovered that watching them made my cock hard. And that was significant. I had problem with getting fully erect. Fortunately, Louise was understanding about it and we had worked out a system for love making. Out typical session consisted of using lots of oil so I could slip my half-hard cock into her. It wasn't enough to get either of us off, but we had discovered that she could cum if I went down on her afterwards. And once she was satisfied, she would keep me company while I jacked myself off to a climax.
After Andy left that night, we were both really hot and had great sex. The best part was that I stayed fully erect. We must have fucked for an hour. It did turn out that neither of us could cum from the fucking, but it felt great and we both got off in our usual way afterwards. All-in-all a great night.
So thereafter, necking with my friends became a regular part of our social life -- and a necessary prelude to our sex life. She did it with Leo at his apartment, Mike at a movie, and with all three of them while I drove us to and from Vegas one weekend. We always had great sex afterwards.
At first it was just kissing, but before long she began letting the guys fondle her breasts. And of course, they soon progressed to stripping her to the waist. One night she invited all three of them over to dinner and served it while wearing nothing but thong panties. And just the weekend before the Christmas party, she had let Andy take off her panties and finger fuck her.
"Here we go." Victor's return interrupted our conversation. He sat the drinks down and pulled Bernie's chair around so he could sit next to Louise. Immediately one arm went around her, and as he leaned forward to speak to me, he used his free hand to start fondling her breast again. "So Robert, nice wife you have. Like these boobs."
The cheeky bastard. And Louise didn't make it any easier -- under the table, she tightened her hand around my cock. It sent a thrill through me as I stared at his hand. It was cupped around her boob while he rubbed at her nipple with his thumb.
I glanced up to see them both grinning at me, waiting to see what I would do. I had to speak up. "That's my wife you've got your hands on."
"Yes, but we all know you're not going to make a scene. Are you?"
"Well no... But take it easy. Neither of us can afford a scandal."
"You worry too much. Let's have some fun." He leaned Louise forward to unzip her dress and unhooked her bra. Then he sat her back and slipped the dress and bra straps over her shoulder and made her slip her arms from the sleeves. As the material fell to her lap, he pulled her face to his. They kissed while his hand roamed over the bare flesh of her boobs .
Damn. He had my wife half naked in public. But we were okay. I glanced quickly around the room and saw that no one was staring at us. And Louise's body was shielded from view by her coat draped over the back of her chair. But this was dangerous as hell. If anyone bothered to look they would see them kissing. And if anyone came over, we were dead.
"Damn, Victor, you're going to get us fired."
He broke of the kiss to look at me as he thought it over. "Okay," he said. "Let's take her up to my room."
"No way." Playing around was one thing, but if he got her up to his room, he would try to fuck her.
"Up to you," he said. He pushed her dress, panties, and panty hose down off her hips and past her knees, then helped her extract her feet. The clothing went into my lap to deal with as he leaned her back into the seat. Except for her shoes and jewelry, Louise was completely naked.
This time as they kissed, he spread her out, putting one leg across mine and the other across his. I could see his hand snake down to her pussy and felt her stiffen as he slipped a finger into her.
I was torn between fear of getting caught and fear of what would happen in his room. Fear of getting caught won out. "Okay," I said. "You win. Let's take her to your room."
"All right," he said. "Be a good boy and I'll let you watch me fuck her."
"No way you're going to do that," I said. But when I looked at Louise, her head was slightly back, her mouth half open with passion. Damn, I thought, she might actually let him do it. But I would have to deal with that later. For now, I had to get her out of here.
"Come on," I said. "You can have plenty of fun without fucking her. Let's get her clothes on."
Victor overruled me. "I want her naked. We'll just put her coat on."
At least he had agreed to move. So while he helped Louise get her arms into the coat sleeves, I folded up her clothes. Then they stood up and walked out with their arms around each other while I tailed along behind them.
The coat was too short. It barely covered her ass. And it didn't help that Victor pulled it up a little with the arm he had around her waist. I could see several of the guys, some that I knew, staring at her exposed ass cheek as we left. Damn, we were toast.
In the elevator, Victor stood behind Louise, opened her coat, and cupped her boobs with both hands. Then he pulled the coat down over her shoulders and let it drop down her arms. She let it fall to the floor and stood there naked before me with Victor behind her, one hand playing with her tits, the other rubbing her pussy. But they didn't kiss -- they were too busy grinning at me as I watched them.
When the elevator door opened, Victor and Louise just stepped out, leaving the coat on the floor. I quickly bent over to pick it up and hurried after them. On the way out, I bumped into a fat guy backing into the elevator door. I don't think he even noticed me. He was too focused on watching Victor's hand caress Louise's naked behind as they walked down the hall.
When we stepped into Victor's room,Louise began laughing. "Did you see that guy's eyes. I always thought that bit about them popping out of someone's head was just and expression."
I laughed too. "You should have seen me trying to get out of the elevator. I think he was glued to the floor."
"There is some bourbon and ice on the table, Robert," Victor said. "Fix us a drink."
"Yes sir. Coming right up."
That caught Louise's attention. She laughed again -- at me this time -- and turned to Victor. "What about me, boss man? What do you want me to do?"
"You can entertain me," Victor said as he hung up his coat. He turned to face her and began undoing his tie. "Jump up and down and let me see your tits bounce."
Louise did as she was told. She kicked off her shoes and stood naked in the middle of the floor bouncing up and down for Victor. Her boobs were too firm to flop around much but they did have a nice jiggle to them. And I especially liked the way she watched me the whole time. This was turning out to be the best tease she had ever done.
Victor was having fun too. When I offered him his drink he took it from me and said, "Get your clothes off Robert." Then he sat down naked in a chair and told Louise, "Come here. Bend over and shake your tits from side to side for me."
As Louise leaned over, her boobs hung down so that she could shake them for Victor. She started off slow, letting them swing from side to side, then built up speed until they were really shaking. This time, though, she wasn't watching me. She was too busy checking out Victor's big old dong as it stretched half hard across his leg.
"You like what you see?" Victor asked her.
"It's enormous." And it was. Even half hard it was much longer and thicker than my cock ever got.
"You can kiss it," he told her.
"No way," I objected.
"So you're going to renege?" Victor asked. "You did say I could have fun as long as I didn't fuck her. Didn't you?"
Damn. I couldn't remember exactly what I had said, so I had to concede the point. "Okay. A deal's a deal."
"So the rules are," Louise asked, "he gets to do anything he wants with your wife, except fuck her. Is that right?"
I nodded. "Right."
"Okay." She laughed again and reached for Victor's cock.
But he stopped her. "No hands. Just your lips and tongue."
That's another thing about Louise -- she likes a good challenge. She put her hands on her hips and leaned forward until her lips met Victor's cock. She kissed it a few times then ran her tongue down its length. Then she moved back to its head and tried to get it into her mouth. That was a challenge. The big bulb at the end of his cock seemed too big for her mouth. But she kept at it, using her tongue to position it against his leg and stretching her lips over it.
Finally she sucked it in and searched for me with a look of triumph. When she found me naked on my knees next to them, she let her eyes scan down my body to my crotch where my hand was busy stroking my cock. It must be hard to giggle with a cock in your mouth, but she did.
I guess the sight of me getting off on watching her suck a big black cock spurred her on because she kept watching me out of the corner of her eyes as she slowly started working Victor's cock deeper into her mouth. It didn't help her that his cock was growing as it hardened. But the way she was bent over at the waist with her head up served to straighten out her throat. Several times she gagged, but she would just pull out a little then go at it again. Eventually she worked her lips all the way down to his pubic hair.
Once she had gotten it all the way in, she slowly pulled away until it was almost out of her mouth, then began sliding it back into her. She did this several times and I could actually see her throat expanding and contracting with the bulk of his cock as she slid it in and out.
"On your knees," Victor ordered her as he stood up.
Louise sank to her knees and started using her hands to stroke his cock as she sucked on its head. My position on my knees next to her gave me a great view of the action.
"Okay, now kiss your husband," Victor ordered.
She kept one hand on his cock as she turned to kiss me. Our first little kiss was tentative, just a little peck. But it wasn't gross like I expected, so I didn't pull away. We both opened our mouths and explored each others lips. It was an exciting experience -- her lips were warm from the heat of Victor's cock. I wondered if that was what they meant when they said a girl had 'hot lips.'
Victor pulled Louise to her feet and pushed her onto her back on the bed. Then he knelt on the floor, pulled her towards him until her ass was on the edge of the bed, and began rubbing his cock on her pussy.
"Hey," I complained. "No fucking, remember."
"I remember," he said. "But it's not really fucking if I just slip my dick into her."
"Yes," Louise said. She was getting too hot to smile, but I could tell that she was still teasing me. "Let him do it. I want to feel what's like to have a really big, hard cock in me."
"Okay, but you can't fuck her."
He pushed the head of his cock into her and began pumping away, trying to force his cock deeper into her.
"Damn," I protested. "You're not supposed to fuck her."
"Relax. It'll hurt her if I just push in with one stroke."
He was pushing his cock a little ways into her then pulling almost all the way out before pushing in again. With each stroke his cock did go a little deeper, but I could tell that he was holding back, moving real slow and not pushing as hard as he could so that he could prolong the action.
It was hard to take my eyes off the sight of a big black cock working its way into my wife's pussy, but did glance up once to see Louise watching me. "God, it's big," she said. "It feels so fucking good."
I looked back down to see that Victor had bottomed out. He was still using long strokes to pull nearly out then sliding in until their pelvic bones met.
"Hey. Stop," I said. "We had a deal that you wouldn't fuck my wife. It's enough that I let you put your cock in her."
"Take it easy," Victor said. "It isn't a real fuck unless I cum in her."
I looked at Louise, but she was out of it. Her head was back, mouth open, and eyes glazed over as she reveled in the feel of a really big cock fucking her.
I gave in. "Okay. You can do anything you want to my wife. Just don't cum in her. We don't use protection and this is her fertile time."
"Shit," Victor said.
I wasn't sure what he meant, but I let it go so that I could concentrate on watching him fuck my wife. Gradually his strokes got shorter and faster, and his breathing became more labored. Louise began bucking back at him, trying to help him fuck her. And her eyes were now focused on me, but she was too gone with passion to grin at me. This was no longer a tease -- it was a fuck.