Dear readers! This is cuckold fetish porn. If you don't have the fetish, then reading this will be a horrid waste of your time. The husband watches his wife dance with guys at a party: will she cheat, will she stay faithful? He doesn't interfere. If that sounds infuriating rather than sexy, you'll gain nothing from reading this text.
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There were lots of guys and girls at the party, but we were the only two couples - I with my Megan, and Glen with his Pearl. There may have been a couple of guys in their early thirties, but of all the girls my twenty five year old wife was probably the oldest. But, even though many girls were twenty at best, Megan was on par with them easily. Naturally pretty, with long dark hair, that day she wore a slutty short dress that I half-disapproved for how little it covered, and heels so high they made her taller than some of the guys. She was rather popular with the guys, and, as everybody got even more drunk, her popularity only grew. We haven't been to a single party since our marriage, so we were wondering if we would even fit with the rest, but, particularly thanks to Megs, we did, and by midnight we were having as much fun as anyone.
Later on some of the weaker people dozed off or just left - some holding hands with the girls they have met at the party, some driving off drunk with their friends. Some of the girls got intimate with he guys upstairs, but after a while they left too, and soon enough my Megan was left to fend for herself, with most of attention focused right on her. Thankfully, Pearl stayed too, although I wasn't even sure where Glenn was at that point. The two of them sat with about half a dozen of guys, drunk and popular, both of them centers of attention. I liked the way Megan looked, she was beautiful. But, truth be told, Pearl didn't look bad either: with a luxurious hairdo, she also had a real-slutty pink semi-sheer dress on - you could easily tell that she wore a black bra and lace panties. I sat with some guy outside, right near the window to the room with the guys and the girls, and I could check Pearly out without making my Megan jealous, so, when the guys I was talking to fell asleep, I made myself comfortable.
People were constantly walking in and out of the room, but some guys and our wives sat there, chatting and laughing and drinking. My Meg set between two big guys with a glass, laughing her ass off at some dirty joke. Pearl was on some guy's lap. The guy wasn't Glen, but that's what happens when you're too drunk to watch out for your wife who's also too drunk. It's okay, we're not prudes. I wasn't particularly jealous of my Meg either, although the guys flanking her told her obviously dirty jokes and she laughed at them all as she crossed, uncrossed and recrossed her legs and took sips from her glass. If I could glimpse my wife's little panties from the outside, then anyone in the could could see more when she did that, and, drunk as I was, I hoped that it made everyone even more jealous of me than it made me of them.
The topic there was, unsurprisingly, fucking.
"Yeah, I get enough sex," I could hear my wife say, and when the guys questioned Pearl, she said, "Well, there can never be enough of that, can it."
Everyone laughed. At this point I saw that one of the guys had his arm around Megan's waist. Someone drunkenly asked if the ladies present like it up the butt.
Megan said, "I prefer not to answer."
"Hope you do," said one of the guys flanking her.
"Yes she does," said Pearl drunkenly, "and so do I."
Pearl was awfully drunk. I couldn't see her too well, but I could see her hold on to the guy she was sitting on and throw her legs up, certainly putting her panties on display. The guys cheered, Megan cheered, I cheered them on from outside. Some drunk guy ran towards her and, roaring like a maniac, pretended to mangle her pussy. Pearl laughed and shrieked, pushed him away with her arms and put her legs on the floor. I glanced at Megan. They guy on her right was massaging her thigh, rolling her tiny dress even higher, revealing the edge of her pretty panties. She likely didn't even notice.
Soon somebody turned up the music, and most of the guys in the room started dancing, inviting the girls. Pearly was up immediately and was instantly in a circle of affection. Megan stayed on the couch and so did the guys.
The dance was increasingly dirty, which was to be expected, of course. Pearly was undulating, then rubbing, then grinding. She was getting groped and was rather enjoying herself. One of the guys near my wife whispered something in her ear and then slipped his hand from her thigh and right onto her crotch. Meg turned to him, said something obviously quite discouraging, and he removed his hand, smiling nonchalantly.
"Yeah, that's Buddy and Paul," said someone near me. Some guy I didn't know was helping himself to one of the beers that I hoarded at my table. "They're so into her, man. Is that Megan slut married?"
"I wonder," I said.
"Well, regardless, she's getting fucked tonight if our buddies Buddy and Paul are on the case. They're playas, man. They're like pit-bulls, they just won't let go."
"Are they that good?"
"You'll see her dropping her panties, I tell you," he said, picked two of my beers and stumbled off.
Meanwhile, some random guy - neither Buddy nor Paul - grabbed Meg's hand and pulled her into the dance. Laughing, obviously dizzy, my wife finally put her hands up and started moving her hips. A couple of feet from her People, surrounded by even more guys than before, was grinding her butt on some really short guy. Her dress has rolled up to her waist, and some guy had his hand in her panties. As he slid her ass across some lucky guy's raging bulge, she was making out with someone. I wasn't sure, but I think that the thing in her hand, barely visible from when I was, was a naked damn cock. Ah, Pearl, you drunk pig. She was having so much fun. But she was surrounded by too many now-shirtless guys flexing and dancing and reaching to touch her to see what was actually happening there.
I looked back towards Meg. They guy that pulled her up left somewhere. She was dancing between those two - Buddy and Paul. She was clearly watching Pearl, reaching a couple of times to protect her drunk friend from the hands that were going to town on her body. Then there was a cheer, and I could hear Megan say, "Oh my god!" as she laughed while continuing to dance.
The guys around Pearl danced aside, and I saw that she had taken off her bra. Her beautiful pair of tits - even cuter than Meg's, I admit - were swinging as their drunk owner continued do dance. She kept moving her hips while turning around, blissfully showing herself to her husband's friends, Meg and strangers. In a couple of seconds the guys swarmed back on her. But the dance has transformed. Now they weren't really dancing. "Let her go!" laughed Megan as Pearl tried to fight off hands that have become completely shameless. There was a sharp sound, and some guy held up torn lace panties as Glen's wifey shrieked and everyone cheered.
"What are you doing!" screamed Pearl, still laughing.
I could see her cover herself in the crowd. Guys stopped groping her. She turned half-away, showing them her naked ass.
"Come on, Pearly, I'm sorry, I was too drunk," screamed the guy. "Come on, take my shorts!"
He dropped his shorts on the floor and gave them to Pearl. Everyone laughed madly, including the women.
