Please be aware. This is a cuckolding/hot-wife themed story.
This story features:
1. Domineering and promiscuous hot-wives
2. Submissive beta-male husbands, who miss out on the action
3. Stud males, who get all the action and love it.
I'm sure that, as per normal, this story will get a low score. I would have a whine if I gave a shit.
As per normal, all rude comments will be deleted on a regular ongoing basis and all rude emails will be routinely discarded.
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There were some awkward looks and there was some nervous laughter from around the table. Michael was silent. Michael was smiling. Michael was sipping from his glass too much. Michael turned to his left and saw the red faces and the grins of his friends. Michael's sister, Rebecca poked him in the side with the point of her elbow. Michael turned to his sister.
"Mike, are you going to say something to them," Rebecca whispered in her brother's ear.
Michael quickly glanced across the table again. Michael's wife, Lisa and Michael's best friend, Jon were still flirting with each other in plain sight of everyone. Michael's gaze rested on Lisa and Jon for a long moment.
"Mike," Rebecca quietly prompted him.
Michael dragged his eyes away. He turned to his sister.
"Sorry Bec," he asked, momentarily confused by her question.
"Mike, it's your 30th birthday," Rebecca hissed in her brother's ear with a grin. "Do something."
Michael looked at his wife and his best friend again. Lisa and Jon were sitting directly across the table from Michael and Rebecca. Lisa and Jon were nearly in each other's lap. Both of them were face to face. Both of them were speaking softly into each other's ear and both of them were grinning as they spoke.
Michael turned back to Rebecca.
"They're just talking Bec," Michael advised his sister.
Rebecca looked at him like he was a fool. She rolled her eyes.
"You sure of that Mike: I bet she's got her hand in his pants right now."
Michael grinned and his face flushed. Michael scratched his head. Rebecca burst into laughter. She shook her head.
"You're hopeless Michael. I think you love this sort of thing more than she does."
Rebecca carefully assessed him. Michael shrugged. He turned back to Lisa and Jon. He picked up his drink and sipped again.
"Masochist," Rebecca hissed in his ear and then went looking for someone else to talk to.
Michael bit his lip. He gazed at his wife with his love written plainly across his features.
Lisa looked so beautiful tonight - her long fine auburn hair was down, she was squeezed into a dark provocative dress and she decided on no underwear. She was wearing her sheer lace top stockings and her high heels. Everyone had seen the tops of Lisa's breasts. Everyone had seen Lisa's slim brown back and her long brown legs. The candlelight from their table shone on her tanned shoulders. It flashed in her blue feline eyes and highlighted her full painted lips.
Jon was Michael's best friend. They had known each other since high school. Jon was generally a good and loyal friend to Michael, except when it came to Michael's beautiful wife Lisa. It was no secret. Everyone knew - Jon wanted Lisa and he meant to have her. Jon was wealthier and far more successful than Michael was. Jon was stronger and better looking than Michael was. Jon was a better conversationalist and had a better sense of humor as well. Jon hadn't married, despite a string of romances: he was holding out for Lisa.
Lisa liked stirring both men up. She wanted Michael and Jon eating out of her hand and that was what she got essentially.
She knew Jon was attracted to her and wanted her for himself. She enjoyed flirting with Jon and stringing her husband's best friend along. She liked to pull him in and then she liked to push him away. Lisa loved playing mind games with Jon. She liked watching Jon get all red faced, angry and frustrated with her - she loved laughing at Jon as he turned around and stormed off, his advances thwarted yet again. She always offered Jon the carrot. She always held it out in front of him. She encouraged him to just keep on running as fast as he could. Maybe he would end up with the carrot one day.
And Lisa just loved making Michael jealous. Deep down Lisa really was attracted to her husband's best friend and really wanted to sleep with him.
She liked to drop hints in Michael's direction and make passing comments in Michael's ear about her desire for Jon. She made sure her husband knew. She always made sure Michael was watching her when she flirted with Jon in front of him. Lisa got peevish and nasty if her husband wasn't paying attention to her games. She wanted her husband to realize that he was constantly skating on thin ice as far as she was concerned - she might follow through on her threat and replace him with Jon.
Lisa liked stirring both men up - she was so good at it. The three of them were implicated in a dark love triangle with Lisa at the top and the two men beneath her high heels.
Tonight was no exception.
It was Michael's birthday and the group of friends were out at dinner to celebrate, but that didn't matter - in fact, in Lisa's mind, it was the perfect occasion for some play. Lisa was sitting next to Jon and she was seducing him in front of her distracted and envious husband - the birthday boy.
"Michael never seems to mind when you flirt with me," Jon whispered in Lisa's ear.
"Oh, he gets jealous," Lisa returned, grinning in Jon's ear. "I love stirring him up as you well know."
"Well, maybe you should touch my cock Lisa and see how hard it is. We'll see what sort of reaction we get from him."
Lisa burst into laughter. She looked across at Michael for an instant. Her face was glowing from too much wine and too much crude conversation. Lisa's husband stared at her. Lisa blew him a kiss. She turned back to Jon. She leant in and spoke softly into his ear, filling him with warm air.
"How hard is it exactly Jon?"
"Why don't you unzip me, put your hand in there and find out for yourself Lisa."
Lisa quickly ran her eyes around the table. People were talking to each other and weren't taking much notice of her and Jon.
"Nobody's watching," Lisa whispered in Jon's ear. "You know I like an audience."
"Yes I know," Jon said. "You are the biggest performer of all time Lise."
"But nobody is watching," Lisa whined.
Michael is watching and Bec is checking you out again. I swear she has the hots for you. C'mon, put your hand on it."
Lisa looked around the table one more time. She rested her eyes on Rebecca and her husband for a moment. She grinned at both of them. She turned back to Jon. She softly bit her bottom lip. Her hands discreetly dropped below the top of the table.
Rebecca instantly turned to Michael as soon as Lisa lowered her hands.
"Look, watch her Mike," Rebecca whispered in her brother's ear. "She's going to stick her hand in his pants."
"No, really," Michael stammered at his sister.
"Your wife is a hot-wife. She's a slut, Mike."
Michael gasped. He watched Lisa, mesmerized.
Lisa quickly and carefully undid the buckle on Jon's belt and trousers. She took the tip of the zipper in her fingers and pulled down.
"Almost there Lisa," Jon whispered in her ear
Lisa laughed at Jon. She dropped her eyes and looked down at his lap for an instant. She wore a sly grin. She batted her long eye lashes. She looked across at her husband and at Rebecca. She grinned. Then she dropped her eyes again.
"Okay, got it," Lisa whispered, after getting the zipper fully open.
"Put your hand in baby."
Lisa giggled.
