Shameful arousal

In the evening, I lit the grill, my wife Kristina set the table in the gazebo, we sat down, opened a bottle of wine, and started talking. Our house is near a small grove; in the grove, about 50 meters from the house, there's a clearing where local young people often liked to gather. Some group had gathered this time too, but

they didn't bother us much, although they could be heard quite well.

The meat on our grill was already cooked; I took off the skewers and added some logs to the grill to make a fire, when suddenly two big, tipsy men rudely entered our gate.

— Oh, mind if we join? said one of them and, without waiting for an answer, headed towards our gazebo. I said:

— Guys, who are you looking for?

— You, one of them replied. — We smelled something delicious and decided to see what you're cooking. One of these guys approached my wife, kissed her hand, and introduced himself:

— Gleb.

— Kristina, my wife answered reluctantly and noticeably nervous. Honestly, I wasn't very comfortable either with these two big, tipsy, and unclear-why-they-came young men. But kicking out two bulls was kind of scary, especially since they were a bit drunk and could react aggressively, and I wouldn't be able to handle these guys.

— Oleg — the second man introduced himself to me and extended his hand; I extended mine in return and introduced myself. Oleg shook my hand firmly, so much that my bones cracked, and sat down at our table. — So, let's have a drink? Gleb asked loudly and cheerfully, pulling a bottle of vodka from under his jacket. I said: — Actually, guys, my wife and I wanted to spend some time alone… — What, you don't want to drink with paratroopers? Oleg sharply cut me off. — Guys, we really wanted to be alone? my wife intervened. — You have a beautiful wife, Gleb said to me.

My wife is indeed beautiful: she has big gray eyes, hair in pigtails, full lips, medium-sized breasts, a round butt, though she's not very tall at 1.62m, but that adds to her sexiness.

— I see you're not too fond of the paratroopers, said Gleb. — Maybe I should invite the rest of the guys from the clearing? And you can explain to them why you don't respect us.

I didn't really want to see a crowd of drunk people here, so I agreed to have a drink.

— Well, that's good, then go fetch some glasses, said Gleb.

— What do you mean 'go fetch'? I asked indignantly.

— Go fetch means go fetch, are we going to drink from our hands? Gleb answered me sternly.

— Come on, Gleb, why are you picking on him? The man willingly agreed to drink with us, and you're picking on him! Oleg said to Gleb.

Overall, Gleb was a bit rough compared to Oleg, who behaved much calmer, like a bad cop and good cop.

I went to the veranda for shot glasses and watched through the window as Oleg and Gleb sat closer to my wife and spoke sweetly to her, while my wife squeezed herself between them and answered reluctantly. Honestly, I was very afraid they would harass my wife, as I understood I couldn't do anything; I could only hope we'd drink and go our separate ways. I brought the shot glasses, Gleb poured vodka for everyone, and we drank to the paratroopers. Oleg and Gleb kept staring at my wife; when they told various stories, they gestured wildly, constantly touching my wife. It seemed to me they were doing it on purpose to secretly grope her.

— Oh! Is there music? I saw you have a boombox on the veranda? Bring it outside, be a friend. Gleb asked. I brought the tape recorder outside, Gleb came over and tuned it to some radio with slow music, rubbed his hands, and sat back at the table. We drank a bit more, and honestly, I had already calmed down a bit, stopped being nervous and acting tense, and Kristina also started to behave more calmly; after all, the alcohol did its job.

But later, a conversation caught my attention. Gleb kept telling various stories related to chicks, how he hooked up with them, how he fucked them, periodically apologizing to my wife for these stories and the swear words he used. His stories, of course, sometimes aroused me, and maybe my wife too. Maybe these stories were aimed at her, to awaken excitement in her? I don't know.

Slow music continued to play softly, and Gleb asked: — Can I invite your wife to dance? I didn't refuse my new, formidable acquaintances and nodded. My wife, of course, didn't want to dance with Gleb; I understood that from her look, but she also apparently decided not to create conflict and went anyway. It was hard to call it dancing; Gleb kept groping my wife. I was furious but stayed silent, pretending everything was fine. Oleg kept telling me something and periodically poured me a shot, proposing to drink to the paratroopers.

All this time, I watched Kristina and Gleb's dance. Gleb lowered his hand onto my Kristina's butt and squeezed it slightly, glancing at me and smiling. Kristina kept removing his hand from her butt and objecting to him. I tensed up; I didn't expect such audacity. Some creep gropes my wife in front of me and smiles rudely at me. I wanted to get up to approach Gleb and tell him to behave more decently, but Oleg pulled me back.

— Why are you nervous? Let them dance, said Oleg. Meanwhile, Gleb kept feeling up my wife and periodically shoved his hand under her skirt,

Kristina resisted a bit, but then, to quickly end the dance with the clingy Gleb, she said she wouldn't dance anymore and that she needed to wash the dishes. Kristina headed to the gazebo with a face red from shame; she looked at me with resentment, and I felt ashamed that I allowed Gleb to grope her. I understood that Gleb had taken a liking to my wife and that he wanted to have her. Kristina took the dirty dishes from the table and carried them to the kitchen.

Satisfied, Gleb sat at the table, poured a shot, and then I couldn't take it anymore; I gathered courage and said: — Gleb, what the fuck, why were you groping my wife? What do you think you're doing? Get out of here before I call the police! Oleg immediately started holding me back.

— Quiet, quiet. Gleb demonstratively pulled out a knife from somewhere, with a thick handle and a wide, sharp, but short blade. That's when I got scared.

— What, you fucking faggot, lost your mind? How are you talking to me? Gleb said, waving the knife.

— I'll fucking not only grope but also fuck you and your wife now! And if you yap, I'll cut you up and bury you in the forest!

Gleb stood up and came towards me with the knife in his hand. I was afraid he would cut me and screamed in fear that I understood everything. At that moment, Kristina looked out from the veranda and asked anxiously:

— Shit yourself, faggot? Gleb asked me. — Behave well, and everything will be fine.

At that moment, tearful Kristina looked out from the veranda again.

— Guys, please don't touch him! Gleb turned to her and said:

— Shut your mouth, or I'll shut it with my dick! And anyway, you need to wash the dishes, which I'll help you with right now!

Gleb turned to me and asked loudly, so Kristina could hear:

— You don't mind if I help your wife wash the dishes, do you?! I stayed silent. Gleb pressed the knife harder against my throat and threateningly repeated:

— You don't mind?

— No, I said.

— What 'no'? Gleb asked loudly.

— I don't mind, I answered.

— Don't mind what? Gleb repeated, pressing the knife even harder.

— Don't mind you helping my wife wash the dishes, I answered, writhing in pain.

— Did you hear? Gleb shouted towards Kristina.

— He doesn't mind, and you? Gleb sharply pressed the knife against my throat, making me squeal a little. Kristina reacted instantly.

— I don't mind! answered my tearful wife.

— Well, that's great, Gleb said contentedly and smiling, hiding the knife under his jacket. Kristina disappeared into the kitchen.

Gleb took the dirty dishes from the table, looked at me with a smile, and went to the kitchen to "help my wife wash the dishes." It hit me like a bolt of lightning; I sat there understanding that he was going to fuck my wife, my beloved, and I was sitting calmly watching it. Oleg sympathetically patted me on the shoulder and poured me some vodka.

— Yeah, you shouldn't have talked to him like that; he doesn't like it when people talk to him in that tone. Your tongue is your enemy. Here, drink.

I downed the shot of vodka. I was filled with feelings of anger, shame, and arousal—yes, arousal. My dick got hard from the thought that this boar was going to fuck my wife. I looked towards the house and wondered what was happening there. To go and sort it out? I was afraid because they would turn me and Kristina into mincemeat and because Gleb had a knife.

— Alright, calm down… Gleb is helping your wife wash the dishes, Oleg smirked. I sat and waited, waited for who knows what; my mind was in chaos. What's happening in the house? What is my wife doing now? I looked towards the house, trying to hear anything.

— Oleg! Oleg! suddenly Gleb's shout came from the house: Bring some beer! Oleg gave me two cans of beer and told me to take them to Gleb.

I took the beer and headed to the house with a sense of anxiety. I peeked into the kitchen, but no one was there. Then I headed to our room; the door was slightly ajar, but I opened it and saw Gleb sitting on the couch facing me with his pants down below his knees and legs spread, and next to him on the couch, on all fours with her panties down, was my wife sucking his dick.

Gleb had wrapped her pigtails around his fist with one hand and was moving her head up and down, helping her suck, while with the other hand, he reached under her skirt and kneaded her bare ass. Kristina saw me and immediately wanted to lift her head, but Gleb tightened his grip on her hair and ordered her not to move.

— Don't move, keep the dick in your mouth, bitch.

Fuck, I was stunned by this sight. I stood there like an idiot in the doorway with beer in my hands for this freak, and he was ordering my wife not to take his dick out of her mouth.

— Brought the beer? Put it here. Gleb pointed to the nightstand near the couch. I couldn't even say anything; I was just in shock. Next to Gleb lay the knife; apparently, he had threatened her, which is why my wife obeyed him so meekly.

— Your wife wanted to wash my dick instead of the dishes, Gleb smirked. Kristina held his dick in her mouth, gripping it with her lips but not sucking, just holding it. Gleb's dick was so big that you could see how hard it was for Kristina to keep it in her mouth.

— If you don't obey me, I'll cut both of you, understand? Gleb asked threateningly.

— Understood, I answered. Gleb bent his head towards Kristina.

— And you, bitch, understand? Kristina, with the dick in her mouth, mumbled something, and some saliva dripped from her mouth, running down Gleb's member.

— Then start sucking my dick, he said to her.

Kristina began monotonously moving her head up and down, holding his already wet shaft with her right hand.

— Don't tell me your dick isn't hard right now, Gleb addressed me. — Take off your pants and sit opposite us; I love fucking sluts in front of their husbands.

— She's not a slut, I objected.

— Really? Gleb feigned surprise. — Well, we'll find out from your wife. He sharply pulled Kristina's head up by the hair. Saliva gushed from Kristina's mouth, and my wife's drool also dripped down Gleb's member. Gleb demonstratively picked up the knife and asked Kristina:

— Are you a slut? Kristina silently looked at me with a tormented expression. Gleb jerked her head by the hair and repeated:

— Are you a slut? Kristina obediently answered:

— I'm a slut.

— See, and you said she wasn't a slut. Gleb gave her a light slap on the back of the head.

— Keep sucking. Kristina slowly lowered her head and took his dick back into her mouth.

— I told you to take off your pants and sit opposite! I want you to see how I fuck your slut! I obediently took off my pants and underwear, and Gleb saw my erect dick.

— Ha, look, your beloved husband's dick is hard, he said to Kristina.

— Do you like watching your wife suck someone else?

I shamefully stayed silent; I was ashamed that Kristina saw I was aroused by her taking this freak's dick in her mouth. I don't know why, but my wife started moaning and began sucking Gleb a bit faster.

Meanwhile, Gleb watched intently as his dick entered my wife's mouth, and a smirk appeared on his face. At the same time, under her skirt, he was kneading Kristina's ass, or maybe not just kneading—I couldn't quite see what he was doing there. Kristina was on all fours, and her skirt half-covered her ass, while Gleb's hand was under that skirt doing something.

Gleb periodically let out growls or sounds like O-o-o! U-u-u! staring more intently into Kristina's face.

— Look me in the eyes when you suck, bitch! Gleb ordered her. Kristina turned her head slightly towards him and started looking into his eyes; honestly, her face looked a bit silly, especially considering she was sucking him at the time.

— I must tell you, your bitch is aroused, Gleb said to me.

— Your slut's pussy is already quite wet, he added.

Gleb inserted two fingers into Kristina's pussy, moved them around a bit, then pulled them out and showed me two wet fingers. This aroused me even more; my hands reached for my dick, and I started stroking myself a bit. By this time, Kristina had apparently also gotten into it and started enjoying the whole situation. Without embarrassment towards me, she was sucking Gleb's dick, smacking her lips, moaning, and groaning with pleasure. Gleb put his middle finger in Kristina's mouth for her to wet it and then inserted that finger into her ass; my wife arched her back even more and started rotating her ass around his finger. At that moment, Oleg walked in.

— O-o-o, Gleb, I see you decided to punish the husband to the fullest! Oleg said with a smirk.

— Look! This faggot is jerking his dick while I'm making his wife suck me off. And his wife has gotten into it too; look how she's