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Betting The Girlfriend

By: Confi



After reading and rereading (and rereading still) some of the 'adventures' told by Shadow_Rising, I thought I'd pay homage. Hopefully mine are half as good as his.

The story does contain cheating, so if that's not your cup of tea, I suggest you divert stories!

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The harsh cold of a miserable winter's night set a perfected cozy mood about the shared household of Michael and Amy. The battering of the heavy, freezing rain on the windows throughout the house only reminding them of the warmth and comfort inside. There was a great cheer about the pair, but that's usually the case on most Friday nights with people. A long week of work and miserable weather only let them appreciate the comfort of their house a little more. The house had been set up much differently to the way it normally was, this was because Michael was hosting a weekly poker game among his friends, he was grateful he was hosting this week and didn't have to weather the storm outside.

After shuffling a bit of furniture, and organising a few stacks of poker chips, Michael had proudly set up the perfect round poker table in his living room. Amy, his girlfriend of 3 years gave a small, sarcastic clap after a good 10 minutes of struggling on Michael's part, who bowed in return, furthering her sarcasm.

"I'll be here all week." Joked Michael, joining his brunette girlfriend on a nearby sofa. "You still going out tonight?" He added, nodding toward a nearby window.

"Probably not." Amy answered. "Wasn't really in the mood for the girls tonight anyway."

"You'll have to join the game at this rate" He replied, looking through the messages on his phone, "David and Tom can't make it."

"A little rain and everyone quivers indoors" Amy laughed, nuzzling up against her boyfriend as he continued to read his text messages. "Is anyone else coming?"

"Ryan." He replied, "Ryan never misses a game."

Twenty minutes of uncertainty passed, the game should have started by now but nobody had shown up yet. Michael hated waiting about, and his pacing between the kitchen and the front door only showed that. Amy at this point had poured herself her second glass of wine and was quite content having the entire sofa to herself. This was quickly disrupted by the piercing beams of light as a car pulled into their driveway, the light shining through the living room window.

"Honey, I think that's your friend." Amy called through to her boyfriend, not shifting from her place.

"About time." He muttered to himself as he went to the front door.

The sound of heavy rain filled the room as Michael opened the front door, welcoming his friend. It was still raining hard outside, and the talk between the two friends quickly turned to it. Amy heard faint hints of idle chatter as the two boys walked through to the kitchen and got themselves a beer, complaining over the lack of commitment of David and Tom.

"Bit of head to head action it is then." Called Michael, considerably happier now that one of his friends had shown up.

The attention of the boys was equally divided as they walked into the living room. Michael walked proudly towards his grand poker table set within the middle of the room, admiring the efforts he had gone to for tonight, though partially being wasted. His friend eyes on the other hand, drifted toward Amy, who had now looked up at this point. Amy looked back, greeting the stranger. He was quite similar to Michael in a few ways, he had short dark hair, and was fairly well taken care of, but he was a little taller and stronger looking than her boyfriend. At this point Michael had notice them staring at each other.

"Oh god, I'm sorry." He laughed, "Ryan, this is my girlfriend Amy."

"Well, you weren't joking, she's hot." Ryan said, causing Amy and her boyfriend to let out a laugh. He certainly broke the ice.

"Told ya.'" Michael answered, sitting himself down at the table. "Now c'mon, I want to play some cards."

"If you don't want to wait to lose your money, then so be it." Ryan laughed, moving to his seat opposite Michael.

"Now, now boys, play nicely." Amy said playfully as the two continued to gloat between each other.

The cards began to fly and the room began to buzz of friendly rivalry, jokes and general comfort. Michael and Ryan had been strategically absorbed by their game for the better part of an hour by this point. Amy looked on now and again, watching curiously at the tension between some of the hands. She didn't understand the game, but she loved the excitement of it. She followed the mood of who was winning between the shouts of victory and cries of irritation with each hand. Amy was having trouble focusing on anything, the excitement of the game beside her drew her away from reading or sorting chores.

The game pressed on, and so did the drinks. Before long Amy was practically a barmaid clearing out the empty beer bottles between the three of them. Upon clearing the second round of drinks, she peaked across the table, trying to make sense of who was winning. Her eyes met with Ryan's, who for the first time that night, to Amy's knowledge at least, had taken his attention away from his cards and towards the girlfriends figure, now practically bent over the table to reach at a faraway bottle. The 20 year old girlfriend blushed, quickly swiping at the bottle and standing up. She looked over to Michael, wondering if he had saw his friend blatantly eyeing up his girlfriend, but his attention was focused solely on his cards. She quickly moved out of the room towards the kitchen, turning back to see if Ryan's eyes were still following her. They were.

Amy reentered the room and sat down on the sofa again. A little tipsy, but a little intrigued by the unwarranted attention her boyfriends friend was giving her. She peeked up toward the table again, looking straight to Ryan, who this time was now throwing a large stack of chips into the middle of the table. An odd sense of disappointment came over Amy, which made her question why she even wanted her boyfriends friend to be paying attention to her in the first place. More importantly, how didn't Michael notice his friend obviously staring his girlfriend of 3 years up? Was the game that intense?

"Oooh, confident are we?" Michael cooed, in response to Ryan moving a large stack of chips into the middle of the table. Ryan didn't respond, not wanting to give away any hints about his hand.

The boisterous tone of the table drowned out due to the rattling thoughts plaguing Amy's mind at that point. She tried to convince herself that it was merely the drink making her this paranoid. Was it paranoia? A moment ago she was hoping her boyfriends friend had been looking her over again. Amy looked back up to the table, staring in a somewhat drunken haze at her boyfriends friend. She began pinpointing his features, which still reminded her a lot of her boyfriend. His jaw was a bit more defined, though, and he was slightly more muscled than her boyfriend, and his eyes were blue instead of green. Amy's heart pounded a little harder at this point, his eyes.

Ryan was now staring back at Amy at this point, smiling at her as she had been looking him over. Amy didn't want him to assume anything taboo of it, she was simply inspecting him in comparison to her boyfriend. She looked over to her boyfriend who was preoccupied sorting out his newly acquired chips from the hand before, a smug look covering his face. Amy turned back toward Ryan at this point, blushing, noticing his eyes piercing her as they followed her curve line and figure.

"Big win?" Amy said nervously to Michael, making conversation merely to break the suspense between herself and Ryan.

"Ryan might as well leave now." Michael laughed, smiling at his girlfriend before noticing her flushed face. "You ok, honey?" he asked.

"Yeah..." Amy nodded shortly, "Just a bit warm in here, I might get another drink."

"Good idea, do you mind getting me one?" Her boyfriend asked, smiling as he checked his freshly dealt cards.

"Yeah, of course." Amy replied sweetly as she left the room, she decided not to turn to see if Ryan was staring again.

As the brunette 20 year old girlfriend entered the kitchen the surge of butterflies that filled her stomach in the living room heightened. What the hell was the matter with her? She was more than experienced at ignoring ogling eyes from random guys while out on the town, why was Ryan setting her body on edge? She thought back to when she was so blatantly exposed over the poker table, collecting beer bottles. The thought of Ryan's eyes peering down her shirt as she did so sent a flutter to her pussy. Amy tried to convince herself it was the effect of her drink. There's nothing wrong with guys looking now and again, she knew she drew that sort of attention. There was hardly any harm in it. She tried to bottle up the sensation flooding her for later tonight. She was getting horny, and thought about how Michael was going to benefit from it later.

A cheer came from the other room, Amy's boyfriend had obviously won another hand. At this rate she wouldn't have to wait long until the couple were alone again. Soon enough she would be able to vent some of this 'frustration'. The thought of Ryan's depleting chips spurred a naughty idea in Amy's head. Ryan had been losing a lot recently after becoming distracted, and if she was the distraction, she might be able to end the game a little sooner.

Amy reentered the game room with a couple of beer bottles. Both the boys looked up at her as she did this. She gave a cheeky smile to the pair of them as she did so, staring a little longer at Ryan as she approached the poker table.

"You feeling better?" Michael asked his girlfriend as he smiled back at her.

"Much." She answered playfully. "This room is just making me feel hot."

Amy positioned herself a little closer to Ryan's side of the table, despite having to give the beer to her boyfriend. She waited a moment until her boyfriend was fixated on his cards. This was part of a well crafted plan as the stunning brunette bent over the table and reached the beer bottle out in her arm, placing it next to Michael. She remained still for a moment, he ass pushing against her jeans and in perfect view of her boyfriends friend mere feet away. Amy felt another bolt of electricity surge towards her pussy, she had never done something this naughty, but it was for Michael's sake.

"You sure you don't want something?" The sexy 20 year old girlfriend turned her head to Ryan, her hands placed firmly on the table and her ass pouting out towards him.

"No..." Ryan gave a delayed response. His eyes could have been burning a hole in Amy's jeans at this point. "I'm fine."

Amy turned her head and let out a smile as she walked back to the sofa, sitting down. No doubt Ryan's eyes followed, as his attention had to be perked by Michael.

"Call or fold." Michael said light-heartily, oblivious to his girlfriends ruse to have the two of them alone sooner rather than later.

Ryan practically had to shake his gaze off, and with little consideration to his cards, grabbed a decent portion of his remaining chips and threw them into the pot.

Amy continued to smile to herself at the success of her plan and opened her bottle of beer, before taking a swig of short lived victory.

"No fucking way!" Michael said, half laughing after Ryan had placed his cards on the table. "Trip queens? Where the fuck did you pull those from?"

"You lost?" Amy stood up, watching as Ryan raked in a large pile of chips. The disappointment in her voice only genuine due to the lust that was controlling her. She was horny, she needed Michael.

"A fluke." Michael said a little sterner, before shuffling the deck ready to deal out some more cards.

"I can take your money all night." Ryan smiled back at Michael.

Amy's mind began to move further and further away from the poker game and towards the happenings after it ended. Where would she take Michael first? Their bed? Have him fuck her over the table his friend was eyeing her up on? The thought caused her pussy to flare and before long she found herself shifting against the sofa in an effort to try and relieve some tension. She needed him, she was practically on the verge of sending Ryan home at this point.

While the anticipation for a decent fucking filled Amy's mind the hope of it happening soon shrunk away. Before long Ryan had doubled his chips twice over and the money count was now heavily stacked in his favor. Frustration was starting to show on Michael's face, spurred on greater by the smug look overcoming Ryan. A large amount of chips were piled toward the center of the table, Ryan had bet all his chips. Michael was running on empty before his friend spoke up.

"Running low?" Ryan laughed slightly. "You might have to buy in more."

"I'm planning on winning this now." Michael answered, staring confidently at his cards.

"You're going to have to add something to your bet to back that up" Ryan gave as a retort, nodding toward both their chip stacks. His was greatly larger than Michael's. He didn't seemed phased by Michael's confidence.

"You're not getting my Xbox." Michael gave a short laugh at this, it was apparent he found little funny at this point.

"Then bet it, you're planning on winning this now, aren't you?" Ryan answered, quoting Michael.

"How about my iPod?" Michael added. "The rest of my chips and my iPod to call?"

"Your iPod is a piece of shit." Ryan laughed. "You're about $120 short and it's hardly worth that."

"My spare flatscreen?" Michael added. He was obviously desperate to stay in the hand.

Amy looked over a little shocked. She knew the hand was getting rather big if her boyfriend was so fluently throwing his possessions into the mix. She looked over to him, his confidence seemed faded but he was still eager to call.

"I don't need another." Ryan answered.

"The spare game tickets?"

"Nah..."

"How about a case of this beer, you said you like this beer?

"No thanks"

"I'll just pay you back later?"

"No IOU's"

The pair bickered on. It seemed Ryan didn't even want Michael to call on the hand. This came quickly across as vulnerability to Michael who tried even harder to get back into the game.

"Christ, is there anything of mine you do want?" Michael asked Ryan.

Ryan paused for a moment. The answer was obvious to him but he didn't want to give that away to his friend. Like many times prior that night, he turned his head to Amy who was sitting on the couch, staring at her deeply. This time, her boyfriend did notice.

"Yeah, a blowjob from Amy for $120." Michael laughed, certain his friend was joking. A rush of anger filled his voice at the suggestion from his friend. "That's fair, isn't it?" he finished sarcastically.

The mention of this set Amy on edge. Her mouth uncontrollably opened as her boyfriend rattled her off like another item on his list of possessions. The level of rage that filled Amy was overcome by another jolt of excitement. Here was her boyfriend, openly talking about betting her away to his friend, the one who had been staring her up constantly all night. Betting her away like another item of his, ready to be used at his friends discretion.

"It was a joke." Said Ryan, who gave hints of the first obvious lie he said that night. "Mind you, if you were confident in your hand you wouldn't worry".

Amy watched as Michael responded by looking at his cards. There was no way he could be considering it? There was no way he would bet his girlfriend of 3 years off as part of a bet? No matter how confident Michael had been, there was no way he could do that. Could he?

Michael looked from the table to Amy questionably. Amy responded by lifting her brows, showing the shock on her face to him that he could actually be contemplating it.

"Do you want me to let you think about it?" Ryan questioned, now making it far more obvious he had not been joking.

"No!"

"Alright."

Amy's mouth opened again in shock as her boyfriend was obviously considering the bet enough to want to talk it over with her. She looked over to her boyfriend of 3 years who was trying desperately to reassure her with a confident expression.

"Trust me." Michael mouthed.

The girlfriend stood up and grabbed Michael by the arm, dragging him away from the table for a second. Her grasp was quite firm but at this point she hardly cared if it had hurt him. How could the ass hole think of betting her away like this?

"What the fuck are you doing?" Amy whispered in anger. She heard Ryan laugh at her apparent anger, causing her to shuffle them a little further away.

"Aim, I know how bad this must look." Michael started.

"You have no fucking idea how bad this looks." Amy retorted, slapping him on the shoulder quite sharply. "If you knew how bad this looked you wouldn't be betting your girlfriend away like that!"

"I haven't BET you." Michael answered, still confident in tone. "Betting implies that I'm going to lose."

"It's a game of cards, Mike." Amy continued to flare up, looking like she was about to strike again. "You can't bet a blowjob from me off to your friends, no matter the odds."

"I have the best hand." Michael quickly whispered in answer, taking another slap from Amy square to the chest. "I would never bet you unless I knew I was going to win."

"But what if he has a better hand?" Amy answered. "What then? Your friend will get a blowjob from your girlfriend."

"He doesn't!" Michael whispered back quickly, trying to avoid another slap. "I have the highest possible full house, there's no better possible hand available. No matter what cards he has."

Amy looked over to the table and noticed Ryan was watching on, smiling. She still couldn't believe she was even in a situation like this, being risked away on a hand of cards. She looked back to her boyfriend who was nodding to her, a somewhat confident tone covering in her face, trying with every muscle to persuade her to follow through with this.

"You can't lose?" Amy asked.

"I have the best hand." Michael answered, smiling to her.

"But if you lose..."

"I can't."

A moment of silence filled the room as Amy began to contemplate the bet. She didn't understand the game, but she trusted Michael. She was still absolutely taken aback that he would even agree to bet her off like this, but at the same time trusted that would mean he was confident in his cards. Amy bit her lip and looked up to her boyfriend, giving a nod.

"Is that a yes?" Ryan asked.

Amy nodded again, clearly embarrassed to even agree with the terms of the bet.

"Just to let you know, it really was a joke Amy." Ryan started, organising the chips in the middle of the table. "But Mikey here seemed adamant to play along."

Amy rolled her eyes at the obvious lies spilling from her boyfriends friend mouth. She walked up to the table, still nervous of the outcome of the hand. She trusted in her boyfriend, but being part of the 'bet' made it considerably more nerve-racking.

The two boys eyed their cards up despite having no further control as Michael was already all-in. Ryan nodded to Michael in insinuation to show his cards. Giving out a big smile, Michael laid his cards on the table.

"Four of a kind, tens." Michael said, placing a further two tens onto the table.

Amy didn't particularly understand the game, but the air of confidence from her boyfriend and the alignment of his cards lifted a great weight of doubt from her chest. Ryan raised his brows in a small level of shock, clearly not expecting Michael's hand.

"Well played." Ryan said, finally breaking the silence. He discarded his hand and pushed his chips over to Michael in defeat.

Amy gave a weak smile to Michael who was practically beaming at this point. He gave a 'told-you-so' sort of look back to her at response. Amy wandered back to the sofa behind her as the boys continued the game, with chips heavily stacked in her boyfriends favour. Amy was still unsure about why she even agreed to the bet in the first place. She tried to convince herself that it was nothing to do with the looks Ryan had been giving her, or the lustful mood she was in at the time. The overwhelming sensation of anger and the prior lust continued to pace her mind as the game played on.


Betting The Girlfriend



Another half hour passed and so did the drinks. Amy had given up on any attempts to try and flirt Ryan out of a victory, her mind was still preoccupied with the happenings before. Taking another swig of her beer she thought of what would have happened if Michael did in fact lose. Surely there was no way he could bet a blowjob from his own girlfriend without having the best hand? As Amy began to gulp at her beer the thought of her giving head to her boyfriends friend quickly flashed into her mind, she quickly tried to shake off the image.

Telling herself that the game was almost over, Amy thought ahead to long awaited sex she had in store for her boyfriend. The want for her boyfriend wasn't as strong as it was before, as in fact, she was a little offended that he even offered to bet her in the first place. But she was still as horny as before, if not more. She continued to tense her legs together, squeezing gently against her pussy to offer some relief to the want that was burning within her.

Amy raised her beer bottle to her lips again, parting them around the end as she took another swig of beer, the thought that it was her boyfriends member took to her mind instead. She stared vacantly ahead of her, picturing a figure towering above her as he pulled her lips down his shaft. The daydream cut short as she noticed at this point she was staring at Ryan.

"Bit too much to drink?" Michael laughed, a little more relaxed due to his slightly bigger chip stack.

"I'm fine." Amy smiled back, her attention between the two boys.

The night was getting a little later, but the weather was just as relentless. Amy was fixated on the rain battering a nearby window before the sound of a mass amount of chips were moved into the middle of the table of the boys poker game. The girlfriend looked at the boys, Michael had just placed the remainder of his chips in the table. He had had a rough last hour or playing, slowly having his chips bled by his friend. Ryan sat confidently behind his remaining tower of chips.

"All-in." Michael said agitated.

"Alright, let's see 'em!" Ryan said, nodding toward Michael's cards.

"Wait, wait." Michael started, still eyeing up his friends remaining poker chips. "You don't want to raise?"

"You don't have the chips to call!" Ryan said, a little incredulous to Michael's challenge.

"I bet last time without the chips to call." Michael said, trying to approach the subject casually.

"I don't like this Mike." Amy added, her statement ignored by the two boys.

"Yeah." Ryan gave a little laugh. "But you bet a blowjob from your own girlfriend. C'mon Mikey, I was joking last time."

"Bull shit you were, otherwise you wouldn't have gone through with the bet." Michael answered, his frustration showing at this point.

"You sure?" Ryan said, his eyes darting between Michael and his girlfriend for mutual agreement.

"I'm sure." Michael said, before getting up from his seat and moving toward the couch. He quickly leaned in front of her and brought his lips to her ear, consulting her in secrecy.

"Babe..." Michael started before being cut off by a far more furious Amy.

"Once was enough." Amy said close to a shout, grabbing her boyfriend's hip and squeezing. It was hardly effective, but any pain she could inflict on him would do.

"I'm not actually betting you away." Michael began again, before being cut off once again.

"Because you can't lose, I know." Amy said frustrated. "But the fact is you're still offering your girlfriend up for a blowjob like a piece of fucking meat."

"The last time, babe." Michael pleaded, looking at his girlfriend in the eyes. "Trust me." He mouthed.

"Fine." Amy said, her voice insinuating the little say she had in the matter to begin with.

The pair got up from the couch, now considerably more interested in the hand being played now that the stakes had been raised. Ryan stared down Amy as she made her way to the table, their eyes meeting for a second before he gave out a small smile. Amy quickly turned her head toward the cards that were centered on the table.

Amy waited nervously for her boyfriend to be seated and sort out the chip count in the middle. She was just as nervous as before, despite her boyfriends confidence in the hand. She had barely gotten over the realisation that she had been bet away so thoughtlessly no more than an hour ago. Now here she was, about to watch to watch the hand her boyfriend had bet a blowjob from her on. No matter the confidence Michael had right now, nothing would calm her nerves.

"Let's see 'em." Ryan said breaking the silence, nodding toward the cards laid face down in front of Michael.

Michael hesitantly flipped his cards over, a slight tremble in his hands causing them to scatter a little on the table.

"Straight, two to six." Michael said, his eyes quickly meeting Ryan's in anticipation of his response.

Much like before, Ryan raised his brows in surprise, causing a similar sigh of relief to flood over Amy. This was quickly extinguished as instead of discarding his hand face down, he placed his fingers under them, and flipped them over, ready for all to see.

"Full house." Ryan said triumphantly. "Three's over Kings."

Michael's jaw dropped. Amy's stomach turned. She wasn't an expert at the game, but from the reaction of her boyfriend she knew the way the cards had played out.

"Wait." Amy spluttered out as Ryan began to reach for the chips. "You lost?"

Her boyfriend didn't say anything, he was still fixated and utterly gobsmacked by the hand his friend had just shown him.

"Oh, shit Michael." Amy said, covering her mouth in shock. "What the fuck, you said you couldn't lose?"

"I..." Michael started.

"Holy fuck, I can't believe you just did that." Amy said in complete shock. She felt like she was about to have a panic attack at what she had just witnessed.

Amy's breathing began to get deeper and deeper, almost to the point where she was gasping for air. She looked to her boyfriend who was chewing on his knuckles at this point, still staring at the cards in front of him. Amy turned around to face the other side of the room, her hand moving to her hair, pulling it hard in an attempt to try and tell if this was a dream or not. She turned around again and looked at Ryan, who was sitting back comfortably, looking between the two with a smug smile on his face. Amy paused, and raised a hand as if about to say something, though the amount of drink she had prevented her from thinking of anything particularly inventive.

"Fuck this." Amy finally said, looking at her boyfriend before storming out of the room.

The boys sat quietly before a loud slam of Michael and Amy's bedroom door filled the house. It was only a few collective thoughts later before Michael spoke up.

"Look man." Michael begun. "Obviously I wouldn't actually let my girlfriend blow you."

"Hey, I said before this was all a joke." Ryan started matter-of-factly. "But you were adamant you wanted to bet her."

"Yeah, as part of a joke." Michael laughed weakly.

"It wasn't 'part of a joke' when you so willing took $120 from me last time, Mike." Ryan said a little angrier back to him.

The two paused as there was an inaudible shout of anger from the other room by Amy, who had obviously been listening in to the conversation. She walked in rage to the frame of the open door and watched the boys deliberate an answer. Her temper was flaming at this point.

"Fine." Ryan said in disappointment. "I don't want to be rude to you Amy."

"It's not you who should be apologising." Amy quickly spat back, looking between the boys.

"This was just a joke to begin with." Ryan started again. "But you took $120 from me, and if you had won this hand you would have taken even more. I just didn't think you'd do something like that, Mikey."

"No... no, you're right." Michael said apologetically, a strong wave of guilt swamping him over. "I have to pay up. I lost." 

Like many times before that night, Amy's heart skipped a beat. It almost sounded like her boyfriend was about to allow her to give his friend a blowjob! The fact that they were talking about this so casually caused far more than a stir of rage in Amy. Her burning desire to be fucked that night had not gone away, but that was something she wanted from her boyfriend. Mind you, the way he treated her this night it's no more than he deserved. This taboo thought was washed away quickly.

"But you know I'm not going to let my girlfriend give you a blowjob." Michael finished, almost laughing at how silly he sounded even having to say that. "I'll get some money out from an ATM to pay for my difference."

"Uh, thanks man." Ryan answered, still sounding a little betrayed. A quick moment of thought flooded Michael before he spoke again.

"How about a crate of this beer, too?" Michael offered, trying to re-mediate the situation. "You've been hitting these like no tomorrow, I know you love them."

"Alright, man." Ryan said, sounding a little happier at the offer. "Yeah, that sounds fair. Well, I'm seeing you at David's party on Saturday so if you just bring the money and..."

"No, no." Michael cut into Ryan, standing up and grabbing his keys. "A bets a bet, and I don't want to make you have to chase me up on this. I'll get your stuff now."

"Mike, you've been drinking." Amy said, still angry at her boyfriend despite the settling of the game.

"I've kept them quiet for the last few hours, I'm barely tipsy." Amy's boyfriend finished, moving from the table with a sense of purpose.

"No Mikey, Amy's right. It's no big deal, just bring them around on Saturday and it'll be square." Ryan debated. "It's chucking down with rain and the only place that will sell booze will be..."

"The Dell, I know." Michael cut in again, trying to show his honor in the stature of his gesture. They all knew it was a good half hour drive from their house, even longer in these weather conditions. But it was the only place that sold alcohol this late. 

"Mike, c'mon." Amy started, approaching her boyfriend who was now making his way toward the front door of the house.

"Aims, listen." Michael started, turning to meet his girlfriend of 3 years. "I'll barely be gone an hour or so, and we can put all this stupid mess behind us. I have to pay him back, he's a friend."

"Pay him back on Saturday." Amy sided with Ryan on the subject.

"I'll feel bad if I don't do it now." Michael answered, adamant he would be sorting this out tonight. "Have a few more drinks and just chill with Ryan until I get back."

This was exactly what Amy didn't want. While the apparent guilt and generosity of her boyfriend caused part of her anger to fade, the flood of lust that had plagued her mind for the last few hours was not. She still couldn't believe her boyfriend would so daringly bet a blowjob from his own girlfriend like that, but at the same time, she needed him. A little annoyed at herself for her dependence on the man she shared a house with, she tried to convince him to stay.

The couple made their way to the front door. Michael prepared himself for the trip by grabbing an energy drink from the fridge and his coat. Standing by the front door, preparing to run to the car against the heavy weather outside, he turned and gave his stunning brunette girlfriend a peck against the cheek. Amy gave no reaction, still feigning anger for his previous bet.

"See you then." Michael said, smiling. He opened the door and quickly ran outside, slamming it shut to avoid any rain dampening their carpets.

Amy sighed, looking around the entrance hall awkwardly. The whole night had just taken turn after turn for the worse for her. A few hours ago she had planned on wrapping the little game up and fucking her boyfriend absolutely senseless. She was still horny, and her anger lingered, she knew this wasn't the best combination to have. As the sound of her boyfriend driving away, Amy went to the fridge and took a couple of the remaining beers from it, bracing herself before entering the other room.

Ryan was checking his phone by the time she entered, but now slumped on the couch she had been sitting on earlier. Amy walked in and sat adjacent to him, making sure she was as close to her arm as possible.

"You'll have your own crate of this soon." Amy joked, offering a beer to Ryan.

"Thanks." Ryan answered, taking the beer and opening immediately. He took a swig from it before breaking another awkward silence. "I really am sorry about tonight, Amy."

"Okay then." Amy said vacantly.

"I mean it." Ryan responded, picking up on her skepticism to his claim. "It was wrong of me to think of you as just another bet."

"It's not you who should be apologising." Amy stated with a flair of anger that could have burnt the room down. "My ass of a boyfriend told me he had the best hand. So not only did he bet a blowjob from his own girlfriend, he lied to me about it."

"I'm sorry." Ryan offered as apology, still quite guilty for taking part.

"It's not your fault. It's his." Amy stated.

"I took him up on the bet. But you can't blame me for that." Ryan laughed, now looking to Amy. His joke didn't help calm her anger.

"Charming." Amy answered, raising her eyebrows and looking back at Ryan. Despite the confidence boost given by her anger at this point, Amy's eyes diverted out of shyness to finish her sentence. "I would have loved to see his face if you made him pay up." 

"And I would have been more than happy to." Ryan stated, swigging his drink again. His tone had changed from apologetic to cocky.

"I don't think he would have appreciated that." Amy smiled and gave a laugh as the ice broke between the two.

"He made the bet. He has to deal with the consequences." Ryan gave as a straight forward answer.

"I think having his girlfriend blow you would be a bit too harsh." Amy teased a little in response.

The conversation turned far more light-hearted, especially for the nature of the topic. Amy wouldn't have guessed that the pair would be talking so nonchalantly about giving blowjobs, especially giving one to her boyfriends friend who was sitting right next to her. She knew nothing would come of the conversation, but watched Ryan with interest as his intentions became a little more clear by the questions he asked her over the space of the next half hour.

"Would you have done it?" Ryan began to ask Amy. "If Michael said it was ok, would you have done it?"

"Would I have sucked you?" Amy asked in retaliation, answering his question with another question to allow herself some time to gauge a suitable answer.

"Well, to put it like that. Yes." Ryan laughed at the abruptness of Amy's question.

"I love Michael." Amy answered, taking a swig of her drink and smiling back to Ryan.

"That's not an answer." Ryan smiled, pushing toward a definite 'yes' or 'no' response.

"I love Michael." Amy repeated, smiling again before downing the remainder of her drink. "I also love sleep."

Amy was hardly tired, matter of fact she was completely wired by this point. But she thought on the other hand that talking to her boyfriends friend about blowing him while they were alone in the house was pushing it a little too far, no matter the thrills she was getting from it. She decided to play it safe and cut the conversation then and there.

"Oh, well you're no fun." Ryan said, trying to convince her girlfriend to uphold the conversation.

"I am, I've just had far too much fun for one night." Amy laughed, standing up. She was quite drunk by this point, but still able to maintain her balance.

"Stay and talk." Ryan asked as Amy began to leave the room. "It'll be fun."

"I'm going to bed." Amy beamed at Ryan as she began to make her way to her bedroom.

Amy would be lying if she said she didn't like the attention Ryan had been giving her all night. The thrill of looking over and having him eye her up, the shaking sensation she felt when she was being bet away by her boyfriend, the subtle teasing with Ryan moments before. She knew full well that Ryan had meant none of the bets as a joke, and was trying to salvage any attempt of getting her to pay up. But her boyfriend had already sorted that. She made her way to the bedroom she shared with Michael, stumbling a little on the door as she walked into the room.

"I promise you, it'll be fun." Ryan shouted from the other room. Amy could hear the cheekiness in his voice.

"I'm going to bed!" Amy laughed at Ryan's last attempt before closing the door behind her.

Without putting in the effort of getting changed, Amy slumped onto the bed she shared with Michael and closed her eyes. The drink had made her head spin, but it was only a slight distraction for what she had been feeling all night. Her mind quickly crept to the thought of having Michael home, the thought of this made her spread her legs in the heat of the moment. No matter how angry she was at her boyfriend right now she couldn't deny how horny she was. Talking about sucking off Ryan to him set her on edge enough, she needed to have him home.

Amy's mind continued to wander over the positions she'd want Michael to take her with. As perverted as it sounded, Amy loved fucking her boyfriend whilst she was angry with him. Using him solely for a means of pleasure. Her mind raced as she pictured herself naked on top of him, holding down on his chest as she drove herself against his cock, building selfishly toward her own orgasm. The thought made an idle hand of hers begin to wander toward her pussy.

But much like many times that night, before any sense of 'relief' could take hold of Amy, her phone had began to ring. Her attention quickly snapped away from the seductive thought as she reached out and checked the caller ID. It was Michael.

"This could be fun." Amy said to herself quietly before answering the phone.

"Hey babe." Michael answered.

"Hey honey." Amy responded with a sultry vibe. She resumed her position on her back, her hand began to make it's way to the buckle of her jeans as she talked.

"Look, I'm almost at The Dell now." Michael started, sounding a little hesitant to even bring up the reason of his call. "I have something to ask you."

"Ohhh?" Amy responded. Her hand was slowly creeping under her jeans toward her panties, which were practically soaked by this point in the evening. She wasn't sure if her boyfriend had picked up on her drunken lust at this point. "What's that babe?"

There was a short pause before Michael continued.

"Obviously I'm going to pay Ryan back." He started, pausing a little as if trying to word his question perfectly. "But obviously I'm a little down due to our game so, I was wondering if you could pay for the beer now?"

Amy's hand retracted immediately. The longing to have her boyfriend listen to her little show was over. She couldn't quite believe the nerve of him.

"Excuse me!?" She asked, trying to get some sort of sense out of her boyfriend.

"Well naturally I can't pay for the beer. So I took your wallet to pay for it when I got here." Michael responded hesitantly, almost wincing at the reaction of his girlfriend. "I was going to ask you before I left but I forgot."

"Michael, this is beyond a fucking JOKE." Amy came close to yelling the last word in rage, only holding back after remembering Ryan was still in the house.

"Look, I'll pay you back. We just need to cover Ryan for tonight and we're all square." Michael finished, trying to convince his girlfriend to part with her money.

Amy had simply had enough by this point. Having him bet her away to his friend, the lying about his hand, taking her wallet without asking? Amy had been thrown every which way between anger, lust and forgiveness for one night. She let out a sigh and a moment of silence came between them. Amy had come up with a solution.

"Michael." She started sounded more agitated than her boyfriend had ever heard her. "This was just a stupid fucking bet. I'm going to tell Ryan to forget about the whole deal and we'll be done with this."




Betting The Girlfriend



"But I have to pay up." Michael answered.

"I don't care." Amy retorted in frustration. "Deal with it later then, I'm going to talk him out of it for the time being."

"Really?" Michael asked thankfully.

"Yes, really." Amy came close to screaming again. "It's a stupid bet, and I'm going to tell him to forget about it. He won a ton of money from you and he won't care about the beer anyway."

A moments pause. Michael deliberated what to say next.

"Thank you honey." Michael finally spoke.

"I'm still mad at you." Amy finished, hanging up the phone on him.

Amy stared at the disconnected caller ID tag for her boyfriend for a moment. She thought to herself quietly before placing it in her pocket and standing up from the bed. Her head was still spinning as she opened her door and began to walk through to the living room in which Ryan was sat. She entered the room as Ryan was about to open another bottle of beer, he looked up at her and gave a very smug smile.

"News from Michael?" Ryan asked based on what he had heard her yell.

"Yes, actually." Amy said, now standing in front of him in the middle of the room at this point. "It's about the bet you made with him before."

"I remember that one." Ryan smiled, meeting Amy's eyes. The harshness of her stare didn't phase him at all.

"He wanted to pay for the beer with my money." Amy started, interrupted by the shock laughter of Ryan. "And so I told him to forget about the beer, and the money."

Ryan's laugh faded. He was a little unsure if Amy was being serious at this point. But from the stern detail of her face it was hard for her to be anything but at that point.

"He said he'd pay up." Ryan stated.

"I'm going to pay up." Amy said breaking eye contact with Ryan as she said it.

"Excuse me?" Ryan asked, unsure about the arrangement.

"The original bet, I'm going to pay the original bet." Amy said, shuffling a little closer to Ryan at this point.

"Which was a blowjob from you." Ryan laughed, hoping this wasn't part of a cruel joke, but feigned off his innocence for the time being.

"My 'boyfriend'." Amy started, putting a lot of emphasis on the word boyfriend. "Bet me away to a friend of his for a blowjob, he lied to me about the terms of the bet and then took my wallet expecting me to pay up for his fuck ups. I'm not letting him get away with that."

"You're serious?" Ryan asked, sitting up from his seat in anticipation.

"Yes." Amy answered sternly. "But there's one rule."

"Anything." Ryan smiled back at her, still shocked that they were having the conversation to begin with.

"You can't tell Michael I did this. You have to tell him I convinced you to forget about the stupid bet, and that you'll call it evens." Amy stated as part of her demand.

"Well, if I can use that mouth of yours you'll definitely convince me." Ryan suggested to her, biting his lip as Amy began to move a little closer.

Something about how sure Ryan was sent a wave of pleasure through Amy. Her boyfriends friend was casually sitting on her couch, openly talking about how he was going to fuck her mouth, how he was so sure it was going to happen. Amy's mouth opened a little at the thought.

Ryan noticed her reaction and sunk back into the seat, spreading his legs appropriately in front of his friends girlfriend, making enough room. He watched as the girlfriend of his friend eyed up the situation and took a final few steps to be right in front of him, pausing for another moment before dropping to her knees.

Amy looked up to Ryan, a smug smile crossed his face as he watched her position herself in front of his cock. He moved his hand to the back of Amy's head, causing her heart to beat a little faster at his touch. She couldn't quite believe she was going to do this, but so many things had led up to her being here right now.

"You're awfully sure of yourself." Amy joked, smiling up at Ryan.

"I've only been here a few hours and I have you on your knees ready to take my cock." Ryan said.

The abruptness set Amy on edge. She moved her hands to the buckles of Ryan's jeans and with little effort clicked them apart. She made eye contact with the friend of her boyfriend as her fingers pulled down the zip of his jeans. Ryan pushed them down toward his thighs to reveal only the boxers he was wearing, a large prominent bulge protruding from the crotch.

Amy's mouth dropped at the sight. Despite it being within his boxers she could tell it was very long. She measured close to nine inches as her hand instinctively rose up and met it. A shiver of excitement flooded the both of them as Amy's hand tightly grasped the thick member of her boyfriends friend.

"Like what you see?" Ryan said smugly, noticing Amy's reaction to his size.

She didn't respond as she was fixed on how big the bulge looked within her hand. It was a good few inches bigger than Michael's, and noticeably thicker. She really hadn't seen anything like this. With much anticipation, she moved her hands to the top of Ryan's boxers and began to pull them down. Showing inch after inch of bare flesh as his cock came into view, springing upward as it broke free from the grasp of his boxers.

"Shit..." Amy said quietly to herself, though loud enough so Ryan could hear.

Amy's hand met the warmth of her boyfriends friend shaft as she began to stroke it. Her mind racing with so many conflicting thoughts of what was going on. Here she was, on her knees, about to suck on a cock that wasn't her boyfriends. What was worse was the fact that she wanted this more than her boyfriend himself. Amy looked up to Ryan, slowly taking her eyes from his massive dick. Upon meeting his eyes she tightened her grip, stroking a little faster.

Ryan let out a moan as Amy picked up her pace. He laid back for a moment to enjoy the view, staring down as his friends girlfriend jerked him with her hands. He couldn't quite believe this was happening.

"Oh fuck yes... stroke my cock, Amy." Ryan said to her, spurring her on.

"Bad boy." Amy smiled back up at him, her pace quickening. "What would my boyfriend do if he heard you say that?"

"I'm going to have you saying a lot worse by the time I'm done with you." Ryan said back to her.

The thought of her boyfriend was fast escaping Amy's mind. All she could care about now was the cock that was in front of her. The cock of her boyfriends friend that she was now stroking at great speed. The taboo thought only excited Amy further, slowly unleashing the lust she had been bottling all night.

"Oh yeah?" Amy answered, sounding as innocent, yet dirty as she could.

Ryan was about to respond before the brunette girlfriend began to lean in and pressed her lips to the tip of Ryan's cock. Parting the slightly as she jerked his cock against her mouth. Amy kept her eyes fixated on Ryan, reminding her constantly that she was about to suck a cock that wasn't her boyfriends.

"I'll make you scream how bad of a slut you are." Ryan moaned in response, he moved his hand across the back of Amy's hair in appreciation.

"Will you now?" Amy smiled back at Ryan, her lips mere inches from the tip of his cock.

Amy lowered her eyes to her boyfriends friend cock again, looking at it's length for a moment before leaning her head in. She pressed the warm tip to her lips, parting them around the head of his cock before pulling out with longer, drawn out suck. Amy's mouth began to water a little, and before long she wrapped her soft, buttery lips around the head of his cock again.

Ryan let out a sigh of relief as Amy's warm, wet mouth enveloped his dick. He looked down to the stunning 20 year old brunette as her head began to bob slowly, each time taking more and more of his cock into her mouth.

"Fuck... you know how to suck a cock." Ryan moaned, moving his hand from Amy's head. She was doing fine by herself now.

Amy moved her hand and held onto Ryan's hips, her whole attention focused on her sucking. She flicked her tongue against the head of Ryan's thick cock before leaning in, taking enough of his length to hit the back of her throat. Amy gave out a soft moan as she slowly worked her head further and further down his shaft, his cock filling her throat more and more as she fucked her head against her boyfriends friend dick.

Sluuuurp. SLURP. SLURP.

Before long the room was filled with the sound of the illicit sucking. Amy's head began to bob faster and faster up and down Ryan's thick cock, with each turn taking each extra length into her warm, wet mouth.

"Oh God, that's right. Suck that cock, slut." Ryan said loudly to Amy, causing her to moan as she swallowed 7 inches of his length.

Amy's mind that was once so filled with dilemma and moral questioning was vacant. The only thing that mattered to her at this point was the cock that she was slowly working further and further into her mouth. The cock of her boyfriends friend. She thought this taboo scenario through her mind a few times as her pussy began to jolt with excitement.

"Fuck... Michael's got a good girlfriend. One who's willing to make sure his friends stay happy." Ryan moaned to Amy as she continued to relentlessly suck against the length of her boyfriends friend dick.

SLURP. SUCK. SLURP.

Amy brought her head up to the head of Ryan's cock and sucked hard for a moment, letting her tongue swirl around the base of it before closing her eyes and moving her head down the shaft of his dick. Ryan watched as his friends girlfriend mouth swallow toward the base of his 9 inch cock, gagging loudly as she reached the end. Amy's makeup began to smudge as her eyes watered, though determined to take all of his length within her mouth, feeling it press warm and hard against the back of her throat. She pulled out and took a gasp of air, her face incredibly flushed at this point.

Ryan couldn't believe what he was watching. Here was his friends stunning brunette girlfriend, down on her knees in front of him, giving him what happened to be the best blowjob of his life. He was stunned at how well she was taking his cock within her warm, wet mouth. As his cock pushed back into the tightness of her throat he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer at this rate. But he intended on enjoying it.

"You like that cock, Amy?" Ryan said, looking down at her. It was obvious to him that she thought the whole cheating situation as hot. Amy slowly dragged her mouth off Ryan's cock, sucking hard and slurping loudly as they parted.

"I love it..." Amy smiled up at him, biting her lip while catching her breath. "Your cock is so fucking huge, it fills my mouth so much."

"Oh fuck, you're one hot slut." Ryan gasped at her words. He thrusted his hips forward so his cock met Amy's lips again. Without any hesitation the brunette girlfriend parted her lips around the dick and continued to suck, moaning loudly as she did so. "Oh fuck, you're going to make me cum if you keep this up."

Amy let out a moan of affection at hearing this and began to suck a little faster. She was now taking close to all of her boyfriends friend cock in her mouth, sucking hard with every pump of her head.

"Ooooh fuck, I'm close." Ryan moaned looking down as the brunette girlfriend began to suck more vigorously. "That's it slut, work for my cum."

"Mmmhmmmm". Amy let out a muffled moan, her mouth and throat filled with Ryan's cock.

"Are you going to swallow my load?" Ryan groaned, tilting his head slightly.

"I'll swallow it." Amy purred excitedly as she slid the cock from her throat. "Do you want to cum in my mouth? Do you want to fill your friends girlfriends mouth up with you hot cum?"

"Ahhh... fuck..." Ryan gasped in reply. "Suck it, I'm close."

Amy didn't need any persuading, she leant in once more and welcomed the warm, thick cock of her boyfriends friend into her warm, wet mouth. She looked up, watching Ryan gasp and tilt his head back. Knowing he was close Amy closed her eyes again and brought her head all the way down Ryan's cock, swallowing every inch of it into her mouth and sucking heavily.

Michael began to brake as he reached another heavily blocked set of red lights. The rain hitting hard against his windscreen causing him to drive slow in such horrible conditions. As he pulled to a halt behind what looked to be another long wait on his journey home his girlfriend of 3 years was on her knees in front of the couch they shared, sucking the huge cock of his friend like no tomorrow, her head pumping hard against his shaft, taking every inch of his dick in her throat trying desperately to make him cum.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck... Amy... fuck! I'm gonna cum." Ryan groaned, looking down at his friends girlfriend now sucking heavily at the base of his cock.

Amy's eyes rolled to the back of her head upon hearing this. She let out a loud moan which only spurred Ryan on more. She looked up at him and met his eyes as she felt the length of his thick, hard cock begin to throb at the back of her throat. Amy sucked a little harder, bobbing her head so he exited and entered her tight throat. She saw Ryan's balls tighten and without much more warning, felt load after load of his warm, thick, heavy cum spew into the back of her throat.

"Ohhhh fuuuuuck." Ryan moaned as his friends girlfriend began to noisily swallow each heavy load of cum he emptied into her mouth. "That's it... fuck... swallow your boyfriends friends cum."

Amy sucked harder on hearing this. The feel of each creamy, warm squirt of cum lacing the back of her throat as she sucked harder. No matter how much of it she swallowed he continued to pump out more and more with such force. 

GULP. GULP. SLURP.

Amy pulled her head back, her eyes still fixed on Ryan and placed her head of his throbbing cock on her tongue, letting his warm cum spew out onto it, coating her tongue and filling her mouth with his seed. Her whole body shook as he emptied every drop from his balls into her mouth.

To Amy's amazement Ryan continued to cum filling her mouth to the point where she needed to swallow even more. Savouring his salty load, she promptly pulled his cock from her mouth and began to stroke it, holding the huge amount of cum she had in her mouth. Amy closed her eyes and smiled as she pressed the tip of her boyfriends friend dick to her cheeks, pumping the rest of his cum all over her face. The last of the warm, heavy squirts spewing all across her cheeks, landing in her hair, covering her soft lips, and splashing against her chin and neck.

Ryan almost collapsed as the last of his hot cum shot hard against Amy's neck. He looked down at his friends girlfriend, now absolutely covered in his seed. Amy looked back up at him smiling, the pearly white load of her boyfriends friend shining against her face. Ryan quickly fumbled in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, quickly focusing the camera on her cum covered face.

"I've got to keep this one." Ryan laughed, focusing the camera on Amy.

Surprising even Ryan, Amy didn't object. She stayed perched on her knees, smiling at the camera for Ryan, ready to have a photo of her taken absolutely covered in her boyfriends friends thick cum. Just as Ryan was about to click the 'capture' button, Amy gave out a naughty smile and opened her mouth, showing her entire cum covered tongue and seed filled mouth to the camera. There was so much that some of the still hot load overflowed down Amy's chin, coating her face in his seed.

"Fuck... that was amazing." Ryan groaned as the camera on his phone clicked.

Amy looked back up to her boyfriends friend, showing the entirety of his load that filled her mouth one last time before shutting her lips and swallowing loudly.

GULP. GULP.

"Mmmmmm." Amy moaned as the last warm mouthful slid down her throat, feeling it slowly fill her stomach. "That was good."

"Holy fuck, you are one hot girl." Ryan laughed, still laid back on the sofa.

Amy promptly licked around her lips, savouring the rest of his cum that covered her face. Smiling up at him now and again as she swallowed more of his seed.

"You might have to get me a towel." Amy laughed, realising how much cum was actually on her face at that point.

Ryan got up from the couch and walked toward the other side of the room where a nearby stack of laundry was placed. He grabbed a towel from the top and passed it to Amy, who in turned pressed it against her face.

"If you show that picture to anyone..." Amy started, her voice a little muffled under the towel.

"It's staying with me." Ryan said reassuringly, now towering over Amy as she continued to wipe the rest of his cum from her face.

Letting out a soft purr, Amy made sure to clean the rest of her boyfriends friend seed from her face and neck. She was still on her knees at this point, aware that Ryan had been watching her. She took the towel from her face and looked up to him, smiling in appreciation. But her attention was quickly grabbed the sheer length of his cock that was still in front of her. Despite having just cum for what seemed like a minute into her mouth, Ryan was smiling down at her, hard as ever.

"Holy shit." Amy said in response, fixated on the hardness of Ryan's cock.

Ryan just let out a smug smile, looking down at his friends girlfriend as she took in the sheer stamina of the boy, edging her mouth closer and closer to the tip of his cock again. Amy quickly looked between both Ryan and the cock in front of her, thinking heavily about what she was going to do next.

Amy reached up and placed her hand around the shaft of Ryan's dick. Still as hard, still as warm as before, It was like he never came to begin with. How could he have such stamina about him? Her boyfriend was never able to get hard like this so quickly. Amy instinctively began to stroke the cock before looking up at Ryan.

"Fuck... I need this in me." She said in a soft, sultry voice.

"The bet was only a blowjob, wasn't it?" Ryan laughed, pointing out how she was doing this on her own accord from here.

"My boyfriend is going to be home in a little under an hour." Amy answered defensively, standing up to meet Ryan. Her hand didn't move from softly stroking his cock as she did so. "He bet me away to you on a hand of poker and lost. Now I'm going to let you fuck me. Unless you don't want to of course."

Amy walked away, reluctantly letting go of Ryan's thick cock and sat on the nearby sofa. She looked up to Ryan and bit her lips, parting her knees as she sunk into the couch, cooing him to come and join her.

"Not here. I want to fuck you on your bed." Ryan said after a moments thought.

"You mean the bed I share with my boyfriend?" Amy asked savouring the lust of the taboo scenario. "Bad boy. What would my boyfriend do if he heard you say that?"

"As I said before. I'm going to have you saying a lot worse by the time I'm done with you." Ryan quoted from before.

Amy began to breathe deeply, spurred on the by Ryan's words. She stood up from the couch and grabbed Ryan by the wrist, dragging him through to the bedroom she shared with her boyfriend, who was making his way home right now.

Not caring about the open door, Amy turned to Ryan and pressed her lips to his immediately. The pair moaned passionately as they kissed in the doorway of the room Amy shared with her boyfriend, shuffling closer and closer to the bed. Amy felt Ryan's hands take hold of her shirt, she raised her arms in response and let him pull it clean from her, leaving her only wearing a black, laced bra on top.

Ryan's eyes shifted to Amy's tits, perking perfectly from her chest. He moved a hand and held onto one of them, grabbing it hard through her bra. Amy let out a moan and fell back onto the bed, before quickly unbuttoning her jeans. Ryan could tell she wanted this as much as he did, which was saying a lot. Ryan grabbed the bottom of her jeans and pulled them, showing length after length of her perfectly tanned, long legs to him. They were soon wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to her.




Betting The Girlfriend



Ryan was in boxers at this point, but quickly removed the rest of his clothes. Before long the couple were grinding against each other heavily. Amy reduced to nothing but her bra and panties as the naked body of her boyfriends friend rested against her. She felt the hard, warm length of his dick resting against her stomach, past her belly button. She couldn't resist this for much longer.

"Lay on your back." She begged Ryan who only happily obliged.

Amy knelt in front of her boyfriends friend cock, eyeing the physique of his naked body laid on the bed she shared with her boyfriend. She removed her panties, showing her freshly shaved pussy, practically dripping by this point. She straddled the waist of her boyfriends friend, her pussy touching the tip, sending a wave of anticipation through both of them. Amy's body could have been thrown into an orgasm right then and there, she had been needing this all night, and she was coming to grips with how much fucking her boyfriends friend was turning her on. She had never felt anything like this.

Ryan moved his hands to Amy's hips, holding them tight as he pulled her down his thick cock. He let out a smug smile as he watched his friends knock-out brunette girlfriend slowly lower her pussy onto his raging hard dick.

Amy shifted in pleasure, inch after inch of her boyfriends friends cock fill her like she had never been before. The walls of her pussy were stretching around as his warm dick pushed further and deeper than her boyfriend had ever been before. Savouring every inch that filled her, Amy let out a loud moan as Ryan thrusted the rest of his 9 inch cock inside her.

"Oooohh... FUCK." Amy shouted, her eyes wide open by now.

She looked down to see the smug smile of her friends boyfriend. His cocky attitude only spurred her on more. Amy was sent through a daze of dizziness as wave after wave of pleasure filled her pussy. Amy began to rock her hips back and forth in reaction, her warm, soaking pussy squeezing tightly against Ryan's thick cock.

"Fuck you're tight." Ryan managed to moan as he began to thrust up into Amy in reaction, moving faster and faster.

There was no sensation of pain, despite Amy never having felt a cock this big in her before. She was solely fixated on how good her boyfriends friend dick felt filling every inch of her pussy. Amy pulled herself down hard on Ryan's lap, filling herself so willingly with his dick.

"Fuck you're big." Amy moaned, arching her back as she placed her hands flat on Ryan's chest, using it as leverage as she continued to bounce on his dick.

Michael impatiently tapped the steering wheel of his car as he was stuck in yet another traffic jam on his long journey home. It would take him a while still to get back in this sort of weather. On the other hand a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders knowing that the silly bet he had made with his friend before was settled, thanks to his girlfriend. But little did he know his girlfriend was doing far more than paying back the bet. He would have been far more agitated to know that at that very moment his girlfriend was so willing riding the thick, long cock of his friend, moaning for all she was worth as he thrusted hard into her on the bed they shared. Agitated even more if he knew just how much his girlfriend was enjoying it.

The cheating girlfriend let out a loud moan, bucking her hips hard against her boyfriends friends cock, meeting each thrust he made just as hard. Amy had never been fucked like this before. She had never been taken so roughly, with such vigour and primal lust. Ryan wasn't playing sweet with her like her boyfriend usually did. She arched her back and closed her eyes, taking in the pure sensation of the taboo fuck.

"Ohh... fuck Ryan... your dick feels so fucking good." Amy moaned, dropping her head to meet Ryan, her mouth hanging open as each wave of ecstasy took over her with every thrust.

"Bad girl." Ryan answered, quoting Amy's tone from before and giving a smug laugh. "What would your boyfriend do if he heard you say that?"

"Ohhh shit." Amy growled loudly at the mention of her boyfriend.

"What... fuck... would your boyfriend do if he saw me fucking you now?" Ryan asked in a constricted voice, thrusting hard upward into Amy's pussy. He knew how much the cheating aspect was turning her on.

"You mean... ooohh shit..." Amy began, barely able to keep a tone about a breathless, throaty moan. Amy's grinding was only getting faster, pushing Ryan's thick, heavy cock further and further into her pussy, her clitoris rubbing hard against his shaft with every grind. Amy tried to catch her breath before continuing in an innocent, yet sexy tone. "What would he do if... ahhh... fuck... YES... if he... saw me... riding your big... thick... ohhh fuck... your huge dick?"

Ryan let out a groan of pleasure, there was no denying the both of them appreciated how hot the illicit fuck was. He watched the 20 year old, stunning brunette girlfriend continue to grind against his dick. He could hardly believe his eyes. Here was Amy, his friends girlfriend in nothing but her bra, working his dick for all she was worth. Best of all, he was fucking her on his friends bed.

"That's it slut. Ride that dick." Ryan growled at the girlfriend. "Show me how you ride your boyfriends dick."

Amy tossed her hair back and pushed her chest out. Her tits began to bounce within her bra as she drove her boyfriends friends dick in and out of her warm, wet pussy. Her knees began to buckle as she bounced higher and higher, taking more of his cock with every thrust. She looked down at Ryan who now had his hands behind his head, smiling smugly up at her as she fucked him on the bed she shared with her boyfriend.

"Ohhhh Ryan." Amy moaned loudly, her eyes opening as wide as they could. "Fuck... you like it when I... shit... ohhh fuck... ride myself on your big dick?"

"Fuck yeah... God, you're one hot fuck Amy." Ryan groaned at her.

The stunning 20 year old girlfriend was sending Ryan wild at this point. He felt his balls tingle and knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer with her riding his cock like this. This gave him an idea on a stunning way to finish. Ryan moved his hands from the back of his head and placed them on Amy's hips. He leaned up in reaction to this, his body pressing to Amy's as he flipped her over onto her back, the bed creaking loudly as he lay on top of her, his entire length sliding into her as he did so.

"OHHH SHIT." Amy moaned, pinned down by her boyfriends friend.

She looked up to Ryan with a face of absolute lust and pure pleasure as he began to pump his entire length into her pussy relentlessly. Amy spread her legs even further, now bouncing up and down around her boyfriends friends body as he pummeled into her. She never wanted this to stop.

"UMMM, FUCK... OHH YES!" Amy shouted as the bed rocked back and forth, slamming against the wall.

Amy shut her eyes at the unbelievable feeling of Ryan's thick cock, now pounding her for all he was worth. She grabbed the bed sheets she shared with her boyfriend and squeezed tightly, her knuckles white as her whole body began to bounce with each of Ryan's thrusts.

"Oh fuck! Ohhh... ummmm... ohhh fuck, Ryan. Jesus you're so fucking big... ohhh fuck... yes... fuck me... fuck me... fuck your friends girlfriend... ohhhh shit..." Amy squealed as Ryan's thick dick continued to pump into her, filling and stretching her pussy in ways she had never felt. "You're fucking me so good... ohhh fuck... ummmm yes... fuck me.... FUCK ME."

At this point Amy didn't care that she was yelling. She didn't care that her boyfriend was going to be home soon. He could of been standing in the room now for all she cared. The only thing she was focused on right now was how good her boyfriends friend dick felt he buried it time and time again into her pussy. Amy wrapped her legs around Ryan's back, lifting them high as he continued to ravage her.

"Uuuugh... shit... you like my dick in you?" Ryan growled, his arms either side of Amy for leverage as he buried his entire length inside her pussy.

"Yes! UHHH... YES!... I love it! I love your dick so much!" Amy squealed, looking Ryan in the eyes with such lust as he continued pound her.

Amy's mind spun off to how hot the whole situation was making her. Her boyfriend was due home soon enough and here she was being royally fucked by his friend on the bed they shared. Not only that, she was screaming loudly how much she loved his dick.

"Do you like it when I fuck you?" Ryan growled again giving a smug smile. He knew how much Amy was enjoying this.

"So much! Ohhh yes! So... fucking... much." Amy groaned breathlessly, her legs flailing against Ryan's chest as the entire bed rocked to the rhythm of their hot fucking. She looked deep into Ryan's eyes before speaking clearly to him breathlessly. "You fuck me so good... ohhhh yes! YES! You're fuck me so well with you... uhhhh yes... huge... dick... OH FUCK... FILL ME BABY... FUCK ME WITH YOUR HUGE DICK."

Ryan let out a groan. He was clearly spurred by her words as he began fucking her even harder still. The room slowly being drowned out by the loud sounds of the bed rocking heavily with each thrust Ryan gave, driving Amy's ass deeper into the mattress.

"Urrrghh fuck..." Ryan groaned heavily. "Wait 'til the guys hear I got my dick in you. They'll wish they had shown up."

Amy's stomach began to flutter as he spoke these sexy words. She felt Ryan's dick quicken, pounding deep into her body even faster now. She began to quiver, feeling her orgasm come nearer and nearer. Her whole body was being thrown about at this point, her legs high around Ryan's body as her ass sunk deeper into the mattress with every hard thrust he made, piling his entire thick cock into her.

The brunette girlfriend looked up at her boyfriends friend, flustered from the hot fuck. He had a smug, arrogant smile on his face, only emphasising his confidence. She knew he was doing this to get back at her boyfriend, but she didn't care. Fuck, all she wanted was this hot sex to go on forever. Amy gave a sweet smile back at Ryan and decided to fuel his arrogance, setting herself on edge for sounding so dirty.

"You're going to have to look Michael in the eyes now knowing you fucked his girlfriend." Amy smiled in an innocent, but sultry tone.

As expected, Amy's words worked. Ryan let out a loud growl and began to fuck her relentlessly at this point, not to mention how hot it was to say that to her boyfriends friend while he fucked her. Amy was sure the bed was going to break from the sheer force of Ryan's pounding. She let out a loud squeal as he buried all of his dick back inside her, spurring her on to talk more.

CREAK... SLAM... SLAM...

"OH SHIT... you're fucking me so good Ryan!" Amy said breathlessly, opened mouthed as her whole body rocked with every thrust. "Fuck your friends girlfriend... ohhhh yes... fuck her like her boyfriend should... uhhh yes... OH FUCK... fuck me like I need it."

"Ahhh fuck, I can't wait to fuck you again." Ryan moaned, leaning into Amy slightly for better leverage as he continued to thump his entire length into her.

"Ohhhhh yessss.... yes! Fuck me Ryan... fuck me whenever you want! I'm yours! I'm your... uhhh yes... I'm your little slut." Amy began to cry, fixated solely on the pleasure from every hard thrust of Ryan's dick. She was so... so... close now. "I'M YOUR LITTLE SLUT GIRLFRIEND. JUST DON'T... STOP... FUCKING ME!"

"You like my dick?" Ryan asked immediately, growling at her as his balls began to tingle, closing in on his orgasm.

"SO MUCH... OH SHIT." Amy screamed, closing her eyes and focusing solely on the intense pleasure coming from the hard fuck.

"More than your boyfriends?" Ryan growled to her, leaning up a bit to watch the sexy brunette's face before she spoke.

"Yes! Ohhhh fuck, yes! Your dick is so much bigger than Michael's... your dick is so much bigger than my boyfriends, baby." Amy yelled, her face utterly warped between heavy lust and pleasure. "Uhhhh shiiiiit! Fuck! Your dick is massive."

"Do I fuck you better than him?" Ryan groaned, he wanted to hear her say it. But more importantly he knew how badly this was turning her on.

"YES. OH FUCK. You're fucking me so much better than him... you're so much bigger than my boyfriend... so much better at fucking me than him! OH GOD!" Amy squealed, opening her eyes to meet Ryan's. She could tell he was close, and so was she... any moment now. She spoke again to spur them on. "I want you to fuck me again... fuck me whenever you want. I'm your little whore, Ryan... I'm dating Michael but I'm your little slut. Uhhh fuck... yes. Ummmm, yes... like that baby, fuck me... Oh fuck I'm close... so close... baby, I'm almost there... ohhh fuck... I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME AGAIN AND AGAIN. YOU'RE SO MUCH FUCKING BETTER THAN MY BOYFRIEND."

"Ohhh fuck, Amy. I'm close... you're going to make me cum." Ryan yelled loudly, his voiced slightly drowned out by the loud banging of the bed.

"Cum for me... ohhh God... I know you want to cum in me... fill your friends girlfriend up... fill me with your hot cum like you filled my stomach... I want to fuck you... uhhh yes... again and again... Fuck you while Michael's here... ohhhh yes... teach him how he should fuck his girl properly." Amy purred, speaking breathlessly as her orgasm was about to start.

The pair were close, and Ryan knew this. He moved his hands from either side of Amy and placed them to her arms that were above her head, holding them down for leverage as he began to fuck her harder than he ever had before. Amy's eyes shot open, her face mere inches away from Ryan's as their bodies rocked together in the loud fuck.

"OH YES RYAN... THAT'S IT... FUCK... I'M SO CLOSE... FUCK... UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS... YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM, BABY. YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE YOUR FRIENDS SLUT GIRLFRIEND CUM ON YOUR DICK." She moaned loudly before arching her back and tilting her head back. She couldn't take anymore of this, and with the feel of Ryan's dick buried deeper in her pussy than her boyfriend had ever been, she began to cum. "OHHH GOD... I'M CUMMING BABY. OH FUCK... I'M CUUUUUUMMMIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGG."

"Ahhh SHIT... me too..." Ryan growled, looking down at the cheating girlfriend who was shaking in ecstasy at this point. "I'm going to fill you up you cheating slut."

Amy's body began to surge. Her whole frame shook rapidly as her orgasm took over her entire body. Her eyes were wide open, staring deep at her boyfriends friend, who was still relentless pounding her with his huge, thick, 9 inch cock. Amy's body exploded as she tightened her grip with her legs around Ryan, her arms being pinned down by his dominating frame.

"OOOOOOOOH FUUUUUUUUCK." The cheating girlfriend managed to scream, her whole body overcome with ecstasy with the greatest orgasm she had ever felt. The room began to spin as her climax peaked, her pussy blazing as the entire world around her exploded into a warp of pleasure and lust. She hadn't stopped screaming at this point, only regaining consciousness in time to look up at her boyfriends friend, moments away from cumming.

"That's it slut... uhh fuckkk Amy... I'm gonna cum." Ryan groaned before giving one last deep thrust.

Amy felt his entire length fill her again, sending her body into shakes as her explosive orgasm subsided. She felt his entire dick begin to pulse, expanding heavily before one unbelievably huge load of cum began to spurt from his dick. Amy was sent into another powerful, mini orgasm at the feel of Ryan's hot, thick cum spewing inside her warm, welcoming unprotected pussy, coating her with each squirt.

"Ohhhh yes... baby... cum... cum in me..." Amy moaned, her body quivering at the feel of each squirt. "Ohhhh fuck, I can feel you fill me!"

Ryan began to thrust again, each time sending another powerful shot of cum deep inside her. Squirt after squirt of sticky, potent cum filled the 20 year old's, cheating pussy as he continued to fuck her heavily. Six... seven... eight powerful squirts began to stuff to cheating girlfriend to the point that it was practically dripping out of her.

Amy moaned, relishing the feel of the hot cum as her boyfriends friend continued to release it into her. She felt it pour from her now filled pussy, sliding down and covering her ass in his hot cum. After what seemed like a whole minute of straight cumming, Ryan let out a final sexy growl, squirting every last drop of his potent seed inside the girlfriends unprotected pussy.

The pair let out a loud sigh of relief and pleasure. Ryan slumped over Amy, the pair shaking at the sheer intensity of their orgasms. Amy bit her lip, feeling the hot, flooding sensation of cum begin to leak from her. She had no idea he could cum this hard, she was absolutely filled.

What seemed like half an hour passed. The sexy, 20 year old girlfriend relishing the feel of the hot length of her boyfriends friend dick inside her. To her displeasure, he removed himself from her. Amy laid on her back, her legs still spread as a large amount of cum began to spill out of her pussy, senseless after the sheer power of the fucking she had just received. After a while, she opened her eyes to find the her boyfriends friend putting on his clothes, smiling back down at her.

"Told you I'd could have you say much worse things." He gave a smug laugh as he looked at the utterly fucked, 20 year old girlfriend.

"I can't believe we just did that." Amy said incredulously, yet there was no sound of regret in her voice.

"Get used to it." Ryan said arrogantly. Something about this set Amy off.

Ryan stared at the leg-spread, well fuck girlfriend of his friend for a moment before reaching back into his pocket and pulling out his phone again. Amy gave a little smile as Ryan set up the camera on it and focused on her.

"But until then, I want this." Ryan said in a demanding tone.

"For your eyes only." Amy warned him before spreading her legs even further.

A click went off and Ryan captured a true mantelpiece for his collection. He looked at the image of his friends, sexy brunette girlfriend, reduced to nothing but her bra. Her legs were spread and a sexy smile was visible from her face, hiding alongside her ruffled sex hair. Her pussy was dripping and a large patch of cum covered the sheets below her... his cum... his cum that covered the pussy and ass of his friends girlfriend.

Before he could admire the photo much longer there was the sound of a car pulling up to the house. Amy's heart skipped a beat as she jumped out of the bed she had just been fucked on, quickly stuffing on her clothes before her boyfriend came through the door. Fortunately, Ryan was already dressed.

"I'll stall him." He said confidently as he left the room, leaving Amy to quickly hide any evidence of their illicit sex.

Michael got out of his car and quickly jogged to the front door of the house he shared with his girlfriend. It wasn't raining as hard now. He quickly fumbled with his keys before unlocking the door and climbing inside, removing his jacket immediately to get out of his wet clothes. The house was very warm at this point and quite quiet. He made his way into the kitchen to greet his girlfriend, but she wasn't anywhere to be seen. He assumed she had gone to bed.

"Ryan?" Michael called from the kitchen, checking if he was still there.

"Heya buddy." A reply came from the lounge as Ryan walked through, greeting his friend.

"I gather Amy talked to you about our bet." Michael said, apologetically.

"Yeah." Ryan laughed playfully. "We had a little 'talk' about it. It was a stupid bet to begin with, we'll call it quits, and in the future no stupid bets."

"Agreed." Michael answered, relieved. "Do you know where Amy is?"

Before Ryan could respond there was the sound of a door open. Amy appeared looking very flustered and rather shell-shocked. She walked into the living room to greet her boyfriend, her smile beaming at him as she approached him for a kiss.




Betting The Girlfriend



"Hey honey." Michael said, kissing his girlfriend. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah." Amy answered quickly and rather suspiciously. "I'm fine, why?"

"You're all flustered and really hot." Michael said, smiling at her.

"Yeah." Amy laughed nervously. "It's really warm in here. I was just about to take a shower."

"You smell great, though." Her boyfriend responded.

Ryan almost let out a laugh at this before Amy stared him down. It amazed her that her boyfriend hadn't picked up on everything. Her hair was a mess, she was flustered and definitely smelt like she had just been fucked raw. But to her benefit, Michael said nothing.

"What did you two get up to?" Michael asked, holding his girlfriend by the hips.

"Oh, we just got to know each other a bit." Amy smiled back at Michael, she could see Ryan smile in her periphery.

"She wasn't too hard on you, Ryan?" Michael laughed, looking over to him. "She didn't give you a tongue lashing, did she?"

"Well, there definitely was some tongue." Ryan smiled, looking at Amy, causing her to blush.

"We got along great." Amy spoke playfully, cutting out Ryan's remark to change topic. "We'll have to have him over a lot more."

"I'm glad." Michael smiled at his girlfriend of 3 years. "I was worried you two wouldn't get off so well tonight."

"No, of course not!" Amy answered. She turned to look at Ryan and smiled, before very deliberately talking to her boyfriend. "We 'got off' just fine."

Ryan gave a cheeky smile back before placing his hands on the edge of the sofa, propping himself up to his feet.

"I think I'll take my leave here." Ryan said. "Thanks for being such a wonderful host tonight, Michael."

"No problem man, no hard feelings about before." Michael added, patting him on the shoulder as he was ready to leave.

"I'd love to have you again" Amy said, smiling at Ryan before finishing, teasing slightly. "Be sure to 'cum' over whenever you want."

Ryan just smiled and collected his keys from a nearby table. Amy watched as Michael walked his friend out of the room toward the front door, the pair talking about when the next poker night would take place and where. She could hear Ryan suggest that they have another head to head game here soon, sparking a sensation of anticipation through Amy.

Just a few hours before, Amy would have had a hard time believing any of the happenings that had happened that night. What started as a dull, dreary night in had turned into the hottest, most pleasure filled fuck she had ever had, and it wasn't with her boyfriend. If only Michael knew the seriousness of such a silly bet he made with his friend early, how it would turn against him, and how his friend would end up fucking his girlfriend's mouth and pussy because of it, then he wouldn't have hosted the game to begin with. Regardless, Amy was thankful for her boyfriends arrogance and stupidity, for it opened her to a world far beyond what she knew before. Michael was now dating a cheating girlfriend, and Amy was looking forward to everything that came of it.