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The Welcomed Dinner Guest

Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

or no will suffice." "You bastard. You fucking rat bastard," I mumbled unhappily, chewing on my thumbnail. "Okay, what I really meant is... could you be unfaithful?" With hubby sitting only a few feet away and listening attentively, I needed to choose my words carefully. "Wh... When I agreed to forsake all other men, I meant it and I can honestly say I've never been to bed with another man since." I saw Jerry smirk. He wasn't going to be so easily deflected. “Soooo, if you fancied someone... say someone at work,” he continued, “You wouldn’t try a bit on the side?” I wanted to scream at him to shut the fuck up, but watching him caress his cock and knowing how much I wanted it, was getting me confused. "Nooooooo," I lied finally. "I'm married to Paul and that's that!" "And what about you, Paul, would you ever cheat on Samantha?" Although Jerry was talking to my husband, he quickly turned his attention to me when he heard my bitter laugh. "Did I say something funny?" His eyes flared momentarily until he saw me shaking my head. "Him," I repeated angrily, "He wouldn't cheat on me, he can't!" Paul made a movement in his chair, but a gesture from Jerry stopped him in his tracks. He looked at me steadily and told me to keep talking. Maybe it was the drink, or spite, or both. It didn't matter, I let him have it with both barrels. “He can't cheat on me,” and gulped down my wine. “Because the limp dicked bastard can't get it up unless he watches porn.” "You fucking cow!" Paul shouted ... across the room. "Don't you dare say another word or I'll... I'll..." Again Jerry ordered him to calm down. “You'll what? Fuck me, beat me,” I yelled back. “It takes a real fucking man to do that and believe me, baby,” I was really getting into my stride now, “That's something you're definitely not!” My temper was up and my tone was hard and sarcastic. “Or do I need to get one of your porn Dvd's so you can get a hard on.” Despite my anger, the last words came out as a sob. A sob of pure frustration. The main course "You know Jerry," I said calmly after regaining my composure. "We used to enjoy them together, laugh at them before fucking our brains out, but that was a long time ago." Jerry looked at me, then Paul and then back at me. "You're kidding me, right?" he said, sounding astounded. "You mean..." "I haven't been fucked in months. Mr Wanker here," and I looked directly at Paul, "Likes to stay up late and watch the porno channels, and while he watches he gets his dick out and jerks it until he shoots his load into his handkerchief." Obviously livid at what I was saying, Paul glared at me, his eyes looking murderous. If we were alone, I would have been frightened. "Fucking hell, is this true?" Jerry's voice was full of disbelief as he looked across the living room. Paul shuffled uneasily in his chair, but I wasn't going to let him off the hook that easy. "Don't try and deny it, you bastard," I yelled, "I've watched you from upstairs. Jesus Christ, I've even filmed you doing ...