Bill’s Wife Pays Him Back – Makes Him Watch

Bill was angry, two customers cancelled their appointments and his boss fired him for it as if it was his fault that many companies cut costs in marketing as part of cost cutting. Bill only had one more appointment that day and he was just getting ready, papers spread around him, laptop in front of him, he sipped his coffee without thinking but it was too hot and he spilled it on himself.

He pushed his chair away from his desk to stand up quickly and rushed to get the shirt off, the coffee was still hot in the places where the wetness stuck to his body. Then he stood there, his hands angrily at his sides, staring at the shirt he just couldn’t wear for such an important meeting. With a sigh, he grabbed the shirt and walked out of the office in resignation, heading for his car. He’d have time to change at home and even have time for a quick lunch.

He couldn’t have guessed that the coffee unpleasantness was just the start of a very miserable day.

He was first struck by the fact that his apartment door wasn’t locked. He was staring at the lock, trying to remember if he’d locked it, when he heard noises coming from the bedroom.

He sighed. His wife was obviously at home, probably not feeling well and had left work early. It had happened once before.

Cautiously, in case she was asleep, he peeked into the bedroom to ask if she needed anything. Only from what he could see, she didn’t need anything.

That bitch.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He yells at his wife, who is currently making out with a naked guy, Bill couldn’t see his eyes.

She jerks, more surprised than scared. After two or three seconds, however, she continues on undisturbed, her naked body sliding over the naked guy’s body beneath her, her large breasts falling into his face.

“You can see what I’m doing,” she says, her sassy voice sounding so sexy. She continues. “Maybe you don’t recognize it because you’re looking at it from a completely different angle than usual.”

Only now does she look at him. Her body keeps sliding up and down, Bill aware that he has a stranger’s cock inside him, enjoying it. At the same time, she’s looking into his eyes, the slut. She smiles at him.

“Bill?” comes a timid male voice. Bill immediately recognizes his neighbour in him.

“Fuck, Leo,” Bill blurts out, “I thought we were friends!”

But his wife replies.

“I wasn’t expecting you, dear, but since you’re here, why don’t you make yourself comfortable?”

While still humping the neighbour. She even takes his hands, places them on her breasts, then bows her head and moans in pleasure.

Bill doesn’t know what to do. Should he push her off so they’ll stop? You’d think that if you catch your wife, she’d be embarrassed, apologize, beg, whatever, you just don’t expect her to brazenly go on and let you know right in front of you how aroused she is.

Bill felt his cock harden.

That surprised him too.

“Shit, have some fucking judgement!” Bill blurts out. “You think I’m just going to stand here and watch you two bastards fuck? In my bed?”

“Then why don’t you sit down,” his wife snaps. She puts her arm behind her and a little underneath her and Bill hears a satisfied male groan. Did his wife just started to play with the other man’s balls?

“Sorry, buddy,” the neighbour chimes in again. His initial shock has clearly worn off, he has now pulled Bill’s wife close and is kissing her.

“If you don’t stop now, it’s over between us!” Bill yells angrily. “Do you hear that? I’m filing for divorce.”

That works on her.

She froze, her body stopped moving, she turned her head toward him. Then she shakes her head gently and slowly rolls onto her side, her neighbour’s penis still towering, slick and shiny.

Bill’s wife stands up and walks over to him. With her heels she is usually almost as tall, now of course she is barefoot and naked, standing in front of him, and in her eyes – Bill can’t believe it – she has no fear, no shame, no shame at all.

She looks closely into Bill’s eyes, and there’s a challenge in them.

Then she nudges Bill, who doesn’t expect it, and falls right into the chair next to the bed where his wife used to read before bed.

Naked, sweaty, her nipples still hard, her pussy smelling of arousal, Bill’s wife stands right in front of him, bends over, places each hand on one arm of the chair Bill is sitting in, and stares at her in shock. Is he the one who has been caught being unfaithful?

“Now listen, you little bastard,” his wife says. She leans in even closer, almost touching his head, if she leaned in a little he could kiss her. Her large breasts sway over his lap and he feels a completely unwanted excitement and lust. She is oblivious to this and speaks to him in a harsh voice that sounds disgust, condemnation and contempt. “Don’t you dare talk to me about divorce. You didn’t even think about our marriage when you were screwing Linda, or whatever the name of the little slut who was your secretary was. Or Ronda, the one you’re fucking now.”

Bill opened his mouth but couldn’t find the words to say. His eyes rolled to the left where his neighbour appeared in his field of vision. He was still naked, his erection had subsided and now he stood there, clearly not knowing what to do.

“Leo?” Bill’s wife looks over, still bent over her husband sitting in the chair, her naked breasts in his face. She puts her legs a little apart and, without turning to look at her neighbour, challenges him. “Come on, we have some unfinished business.”

“Hadn’t I better-” Leo speaks up, but the woman jumps in and cuts him off.

“Stick it in,” she says, still staring into her own husband’s eyes. Bill is both angry and aroused. But most of all he is suffering, watching as the neighbour hesitantly walks over to his wife, prepares his cock with one hand, and when it is hard enough, shoves it into his wife, bumping his big tits into Bill’s face under the motion.

And again.

Bill sits there, unable to speak, unable to walk away, damn near unable to push her away and give her a piece of his mind. His wife is so close, this is how he looks at her and her aroused face when he fucks her himself. When his hard cock, deep in her vagina, pierces her, he feels her around his cock, wet and wanton.

Now she is wet and lustful too. But it’s not his cock sliding back and forth inside her. Bill’s is nice and hard, ready. And completely confused.

She sees it. She can feel his erection, she can see it in his eyes. And she shakes her head.

Bill sighs. He’s a forced spectator to his own wife’s infidelity, and he’s not even allowed to relieve himself with his hand. He’s never felt such inner turmoil in his life, jealousy roiling him, he’d like to punch Leo, but he can’t.

He just sits there and suffers. He feels humiliated.

He watches his neighbour fuck his own wife.

And he has to admit to himself that it turns him on.

He hesitantly raises his hands. Bill puts his hands on her breasts and strokes her nipples. She lets him.

The neighbour, now quite uninhibited, is gyrating wildly, Bill’s wife practically writhing on his lap, only his own penis, hard and abandoned, unwanted, craving to be touched as if it deserves no one’s attention. Not even Bill’s.

Bill’s wife comes first. She screams, digging her nails into the armrests of the chair, and the neighbour has his work cut out for him. And that gets him going, and before long he’s twitching, grunting, and then he stops. He doesn’t move. The wife on Bill’s lap isn’t moving either, and he hopes it’s finally over.

The neighbour straightens up and reappears in Bill’s line of sight next to his sweaty, naked wife, who is still shaking a little. She straightens up, standing completely naked in front of him. She looks at his erection with a smirk, but says nothing.

She turns around. Leo is already biting into his underpants, then picks up the remains of his overalls and is about to disappear when his wife stops him.

“How about Thursday?”

The neighbour pauses, looks at Bill, but he just stares in surprise and doesn’t say a word.

“Next Thursday?” the neighbour says.

“Every Thursday,” says the woman. She looks at Bill, who puts his hands in his lap, gripping his hard cock, feeling it throb through the fabric of his business trousers. Bill nods.

Don’t just sit back and watch—chip in yourself and make a difference!