It was last New Year's Eve. Julian and his wife were at a friend's party even though he hadn't wanted to come. His wife had wanted to come though and that was all that mattered. Ever since they had had a foursome with another couple (her idea, of course), when his wife had taken the other guy's cock out of her mouth and offered it to her husband, she had seen him as something less than a man. The other three in the bed, his wife and the other couple, had burst out laughing as Julian had fulfilled a long held fantasy of sucking another man's cock. How his wife had known he would never know but she later told him that she had always suspected there was something of the cuckold in him and he had just proven her right.
As soon as they got to the party his wife started flirting outrageously with anything in trousers, man or woman, so much so that a few of the other guests were beginning to ask him why he didn't have more control over his wife. They would never know and never be able to guess just how little she cared what he thought or felt about what she was doing. No-one could deny that she wasn't attractive and none of the men she was latching on to seemed to mind her attentions. A few of their partners did though and so everyone was delighted when she caught sight of a newcomer, everyone that is except Julian.
The new arrival, Julian had to admit, was a very handsome younger man who he heard someone refer to as "Peter". If he was unwelcome to the men in the room, Peter certainly seemed to have a way with the women as they seemed to surround him as soon as he came into the room. If Julian thought for one moment that this would dissuade his wife then he really didn't know her at all. Pushing herself to the front of the small group, she had soon caught his attention and made sure it never wavered as she pressed herself up against him and asked him to dance with her.
Julian watched them flirting from across the room and relaxed for a moment when he saw Peter lift his wife's left hand and point to her wedding ring. She simply laughed and pointed at her husband, sneering at him as she was obviously informing her new toy how much of a wimp her husband really was and how much she needed a real man. Peter looked across at Julian and laughed too, while he took his wife by the hand and led her over to where a few other couples were dancing.
Some of the other guests stared at Julian as he simply stood against the wall and cringed, his face burning with embarrassment as another man began to fondle his wife under the pretence of dancing. He hated himself for his own inadequacies, and he hated the fact that his small dick was already stiffening, but he could not deny the eroticism of what was happening before his eyes. Of course, it was happening before the eyes of a good few others too and this only added to his humiliation. Peter obviously didn't give a fuck that he was groping another man's wife and she was enjoying herself too much to even consider her husband's feelings. She had stopped doing that a long time ago.
Peter was proving that he could move on the dance floor as his hips moved, pulling Julian's wife closer to him. She wasn't complaining as she ground herself against the man she had just met and didn't seem to mind in the least when a flash went off and someone had obviously taken a photo of the hot couple dancing together.
Julian could tell she was becoming more and more excited, especially when a slow song began and Peter pulled her even closer. He was pushing his crotch against her and Julian was sure she would be able to feel his hard cock as they moved together. It was becoming less of a dance and more of an exhibition of foreplay.
One slow song after another was playing now as they continued to press against each other, practically having sex with their clothes on. Julian knew what she was like; if they weren't careful she was going to cum as they danced.
Peter could obviously read the signs too because, looking over at Julian, he leaned down and kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth and his hands cupping her arse hard, pulling her even harder and tighter against his crotch. No one else was dancing now as the other guests watched the younger man pushing hard against her pussy, practically lifting her off the floor with his thrusts. Julian could swear he heard his wife moaning in pleasure over the music as she thrust back in a way she never had with him.
And then it happened. Julian was almost in tears and his cock was throbbing in his trousers as his wife began to have an orgasm there and then in front of everyone. She was going wild, wrapping her legs around Peter's waist as they both humped together, her head swinging from side to side, her screams of delight all too obvious to anyone in the room. Still Peter thrust against her as she rubbed her pussy and clit with increasing force against his jeans until she finally slowed down and her legs slid from his waist.
As everyone else looked away, embarrassed by this lewd display, Julian could only stare at his wife who was obviously burning with desire and lust. She reached down and realised that Peter hadn't cum, his cock was still rock hard and he was now desperate for relief. They suddenly seemed to realise what they had done in front of everyone and they ran outside into the garden just as the bells tolled at midnight, snogging like teenagers.
Julian wanted to follow them out and have a swing at his wife's new plaything but he knew he wasn't man enough to do anything about what was happening. Peter seemed to know it too as he smiled a very smug smile at his soon-to-be next conquest's wimp of a husband. He pulled her back into the house and practically dragged her into the kitchen where it was much warmer. As they sat down in front of the buffet she leaned in close and asked him if there was anything she could do for him, running her hand up and down his muscular thigh.
At this point the other guests left the kitchen, well aware that she was married to Julian, that she was acting like a slut and that they had no intention of being anywhere near when she did "anything he wanted". Julian ran upstairs to the bathroom. He knew even he couldn't just stand there and watch whatever happened next; it was just too humiliating, but he was desperate to see exactly what this new couple were going to do.
Knowing the house well, he locked himself in the bathroom, standing in the bath, and opened the window which allowed him a perfect view of what was going on in the kitchen. Peter and his wife were still sitting at the table and, now that he was out of sight of everyone else, Julian unzipped his trousers and took out his cock.
This was total humiliation for him. He knew everyone at the party was talking about the couple in the kitchen and wondering why he didn't do something about it. How could he ever explain that he was powerless at that moment? How could he explain that all he could do was play with his own small cock while he watched his wife play with another man's much bigger one? How could he explain that this was the most exciting thing that had happened to him since she last took an unknown lover in front of him?
His wife seemed to be unaware that Julian was watching them but she couldn't have cared less even if he had been standing beside them. She had a real man to play with now and play with him was exactly what she had in mind. She had already felt how big and hard he was when he ground against her during their dance, as he made her cum even as they were both still dressed. Now she could feel the length of him in her hand as she groped his cock through his jeans. It was time to release her new toy, time to play.
Julian watched as his wife, without an ounce of shame, pulled down the zip on Peter's jeans and reached inside. He watched as she smiled at her new lover, only too aware that his rival's cock would be growing in her hand, if it wasn't already rock hard. He watched as his wife kissed the man sitting next to her, a man everyone knew wasn't her husband, and could do nothing but reach into his own trousers and release his own stiffening cock.
Peter just sat there smiling, unable to believe his luck and unwilling to do anything that could possibly spoil the moment. He couldn't have cared less that the woman squeezing his hard cock was another man's wife; that was her problem – and her husband's.
Although the kitchen table was laden with food, there was no cover hanging down to obscure Julian's view of his wife freeing Peter's cock from the confines of his jeans. He squeezed his own once more, all too aware that it paled in comparison to the other man's. He watched as her painted nails ran up and down the large penis that now belonged to her. She was looking a little flushed by now and Julian knew it was in equal measure due to her alcohol intake and her unrestricted lust. It was a long time since she had given him a handjob, a very long time, but he knew that she was an expert at it, just as Peter was now discovering.
There was no hesitation in her as she wrapped her fingers around her latest toy and began to stroke it up and down. Julian could only copy her movements with his own penis and wished he was feeling the pleasure that was so obvious on his rival's face.
His wife asked Peter something at that point and he simply shook his head. Julian had no way of hearing the conversation but, knowing his wife as he did he remembered that she liked to use some sort of lubrication when she was playing with a man's cock. Sure enough, she reached across the table and picked up some sort of oil for dressing the salad and poured a little on the cock in her hand.
Peter looked surprised but delighted too as she twisted her fingers through the slick oil, rubbing it all over the cock she was holding, even down to Peter's large balls which she now fished out of his jeans with her slimy hand.
Wrapping her finger back round his length, her fingers began to move faster now, sliding more easily up and down, swirling her whole hand across the head of his cock, making him desperate for release. His hips were starting to push forward now just as Julian's were while he stood watching.
His own cock was as hard as it had ever been as he watched his slut of a wife massaging a stranger's much bigger cock and he speeded up his own hand. He thought Peter might be about to cum soon; he knew for certain that he was. He was going to cum while he stood in the bath at his friend's home watching his wife make another man cum in the kitchen. What a worm he felt but even this feeling spurred him on to pump his cock faster. He knew what was going to happen next.
Sure enough, he watched as his wife ducked under the table until her mouth was only inches from Peter's cock but if he thought she was about to suck him off he had another think coming. Her lips parted just slightly as a small amount of saliva dripped from her mouth on to the tip of her new cock and she began to rub it in. Julian knew how good that felt and he could almost hear Peter moan in pleasure as he sat back and enjoyed what was probably the messiest handjob he had ever had.
Her breasts were shaking below her tight blouse as her efforts increased, determined to give her new man the same pleasure he had given her on the dance floor. Julian could only watch and wank as his whore of a wife jerked Peter's throbbing cock from top to bottom, swirling her hand across the top each time she got there. Julian tried to do the same but it just wasn't the same.
