23 comments/ 112515 views/ 61 favorites A Winning Wager By: swingerjoe Looking back, if I am completely honest with myself, I have always known my wife is a slut. Her sexual appetite is one of the many qualities that attracted me to her in the first place. We had sex on our very first date, and it was clear that she had quite a lot of experience. While we were dating, we shared our sexual resumes with each other, and hers was quite extensive. She claimed she had been with twelve men in total, and I knew that women always under-report this number by at least half. One time, after she had quite a lot to drink, she confessed that she once sneaked into the boys' locker room after hours while in high school and sucked off her boyfriend and three of his friends. They stood around her in a circle with their pants down around their ankles, and she took turns sucking each of them until they each erupted in her mouth. Although I never admitted it to her, that story has always aroused me incredibly, and I fantasized about it often. Rebecca and I have been married for sixteen years. We have three children, all of school age, and she stays at home and takes care of the house. At age 41, she still turns heads with her stunning good looks. She has a petite and athletic figure, with beautiful C-cup breasts and a firm, round, delicious ass. Her soft, pale skin, long, curly red hair and stunning green eyes give away her Irish heritage. And she has an outgoing and fun-loving personality that men tend to find intoxicating. We have always had a strong and loving marriage, and up until a month ago, I had no reason to believe that she had ever been unfaithful to me. But my worldview was shattered that day, and I realized that the woman I married was still a sex-crazed slut after all these years. It was a typical frigid autumn afternoon in New England, and I had unexpectedly left work early. I drove through our suburban neighborhood, and as I approached our house I noticed a van was parked in our driveway. I remembered that we needed to have our roof repaired, and assumed the van belonged to the foreman who was scheduled to give us an estimate. I began parking behind the van, but was suddenly overcome by an inexplicable yet undeniable sense of suspicion. I had no reason to be suspicious, and even today, I don't know what possessed me to feel that way. Yet, for whatever reason, I backed out of the driveway, drove around the corner and parked near an abandoned lot. I then hiked back toward our house, feeling both anxious and ridiculous. I tip-toed toward our front door, peered inside, and saw no one stirring within. As I moved to the side of the house to peer through another window, I glanced toward our neighbor's house and hoped they weren't watching me at that moment. I felt ridiculous spying through my own windows. I saw no one in the side window, nor the back window. They must be upstairs, I thought. Just to satisfy my curiosity before heading back to my car, I knelt down to look through our basement window. And that is when I saw them. He was standing before her, facing me, and she was on her knees in front of him. His eyes were closed, his mouth was open, and he was holding the back of her head with one hand. Her red hair was tied back in a pony tail, and he was grasping it while she slowly bobbed back and forth. My initial reaction was pure, white-hot rage. I was so furious, I wanted to dive through the window and pummel both of them. But at the same time, I was surprised to feel a stirring in my loins. I was fully aroused and oddly mesmerized by what I was seeing. There was something about watching my wife service another man that was strangely thrilling and erotic. My body was frozen in place and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. The pace of her bobbing head quickened, and he shuddered and let out a loud moan that I could hear through the double-paned window. She continued to work on him for a little while longer, slowing her pace, before she rose to her feet. They didn't kiss or hug. She just stood there and wiped her mouth while he zipped his pants. He then reached over to the table next to him, grabbed a clipboard, wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to her. They then exited through the door to our garage. I waited until his van backed out of our driveway before I walked back down the road and returned to my car. My heart was pounding and my body was shaking as I pulled into the garage and walked up our cellar stairs and into our kitchen. She was standing at the counter, waiting for a cup of coffee to brew. She tried to hide a look of panic when she saw me, but her eyes gave her away. "What are you doing home already?" she asked. "Who was that who just left?" I responded, trying my best to contain my anger. "That was the roof guy. He just gave us our estimate." I paused, waiting for her to confess, but she simply crossed her arms and stared at me as if trying to ascertain what I knew. "Anything you want to tell me?" I finally asked, raising my voice just a bit. "What do you mean?" "I saw you!" I yelled. "I know what you were doing with him, Rebecca. How could you?" Her eyes immediately reddened and welled with tears. "I'm sorry!" she cried. "I...don't know what to say." "Why?" was all I could manage to utter through my rapidly closing throat. There was a long silence as she tried to gather her thoughts. Neither one of us moved a muscle. Finally, she broke the silence. "I did it for us," she said softly. The statement was so absurd. "You did it for us?! Are you kidding me?" She suddenly became indignant. "I got $300 off the estimate for the roof repair." "$300? You cheated on me for $300?" "I wasn't cheating!" she shouted. "It was only a blowjob! I don't love the guy or anything! It took me five minutes, and I saved us $300. You know we're hurting for money. Until I can get a job, it's my way of contributing." "Contributing?" I responded with a laugh. Then a thought came to me like a revelation. "Wait a minute. How many other times have you done this?" A guilty look flushed over her face. "Only a few." "A few?? How many is a few?" "Well, why do you think we got such a great deal on that new furnace?" Now she was getting angry. "How do you think we managed to get that expensive sports package from our cable company for free? Do you really think the cable company just fucked up? And when our dishwasher busted, and the repairman fixed it without charging us for his labor, do you think he did it out of the kindness of his heart? I have literally saved us hundreds of dollars – maybe thousands." "Thousands?" My head swirled with visions of my wife servicing all of these strange men in our house, right under my nose, and without my knowledge. "How long have you been doing this?" "I don't know," she said. "For a while, I guess. I really didn't think it was a big deal. It was just a few blowjobs." "If it isn't a big deal, then why didn't you ever tell me you were doing it?" "Because I knew you would overreact like this!" she cried. After a long pause, she finally moved from her spot. She moved toward me and hugged me, and buried her face in my chest. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "I really am. I'm sorry I did it, and I promise I will never do it again. Please don't let this affect our marriage. What I did had nothing to do with our marriage, and it didn't change a thing about how much I love you. I will do whatever it takes to make this right, I promise." For the next several days, I gave her the cold shoulder as I tried to sort my feelings. I had trouble sleeping at night. My thoughts constantly replayed that image of her bobbing head in the basement and the look of ecstasy on that man's face. I could not deny the fact that I was turned on by what she had done. Although I never let her know, my anger was slowly overwhelmed by my arousal. As the weekend approached, it was time to host our weekly football party. We began hosting this party the year we had our basement finished. Of course, I now couldn't help but wonder if we received such a great price from the contractors who did that job because of Rebecca's "negotiation tactics." But this was a question better left unanswered. Once the basement was finished, we added a few comfy couches and chairs, a nice bar in the corner and a large high-def TV. Soon, this became the setting for our weekly gathering. During these events, Rebecca loves to play the role of our sexy hostess. All of the guys shamelessly flirt with her, and she loves all the attention. She usually dresses in a tight-fitting jersey and either tight yoga pants or tiny shorts. I have often seen her deliberately pose in a way to attract attention, and I have caught all of the guys sneaking peeks at her many times through the years. When these weekly gatherings first began, we hosted a large group of people, but the number of "regulars" has since dwindled. On this particular weekend our hometown favorite, the New England Patriots, played a rare Sunday night game against our long-time rivals, the New York Jets. With the work week beginning the following morning, this particular group was smaller than usual, as only three guys showed up: Roger, Matt and Ben. Our neighbor, Roger, is in his mid-50's and divorced. When his wife left him, he was allowed to keep his house, so for over a year he has lived alone in his rather large house. He is loud and boisterous, and usually dominates our conversations. He is also shamelessly flirtatious with Rebecca, and enjoys trading sexual innuendos with her. Matt is a younger guy, in his early 30's, who takes pride in being a bachelor. Rebecca and I met him at a local bar many years ago and struck up an instant friendship. He's a good looking guy, and the ladies all seem to gravitate toward him. He lives with his roommate, Ben, who is around the same age. Ben is a self-described "nerd", and can be shy and quiet at times, although he tends to loosen up after a few beers. A native New Yorker, Roger is a Jets fan, and the only person in our group who doesn't root for the home team whenever we gather together. He attends because he enjoys our company, our food, our beer and my wife. He takes great delight in playing the role of "villain", and this weekend in particular he was even louder and more obnoxious than usual, given that our two teams were facing each other head-to-head. We often place wagers on the games to make them more interesting. Usually, it is no more than a few bucks, though we will occasionally step it up. Thanks to the late starting time of this game, we all had a few beers before the opening kickoff, and the mood in the room was a little rowdier than usual. Although the Jets were considered to be major underdogs, Roger loudly insisted his team would win. I proposed that he put his money where his mouth is, and suggested a $10 wager. "Ten bucks? What is this? A children's birthday party?" he howled. "This game is far too important for such a pussy bet." "Okay," I said, "how about $50?" "Fuck money," he roared between bites of a chicken wing. "Let's get serious. I'm talking personal humiliation or some sort of services rendered." He took a long chug of his beer while he contemplated. "How 'bout this: if the Pats somehow pull off a miracle and win this game, I'll shovel your walkway the next time we get a storm." I smiled wide at the thought of seeing this arrogant jerk shoveling my walkway. "Okay," I replied, "no problem. And what if – and I can hardly say this without laughing – the Jets win?" He took another extended swig of his beer, and the corners of his mouth curled upward with an evil grin. "WHEN the Jets win", he said, and then paused for dramatic effect, "Becky over there will show us her tits." The room erupted in loud laughter, and Rebecca's jaw dropped. "Excuse me? How did I get dragged into this?" "You're on," I said. The words sprung from my mouth before they had a chance to sink in. The men all burst into laughter once again, and I extended my hand to show I was serious. Roger looked at my hand, and then to Rebecca. "Are you seeing this?" he said with a laugh. "Can you believe this guy?" I looked at Rebecca. In the weeks since it happened, we hadn't discussed what she had done with the man in our basement, nor the others she had serviced. This little wager was my way of humiliating her for what she had done, and she seemed to understand this was her penance. Her smile faded and she nodded her head in agreement. "Okay, I'll do it," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "We all know the Pats are going to win anyway." Roger immediately reached out and shook my hand with enthusiasm. "Man, oh, man!" he yelled. "This game just got REAL interesting!" As our three guests settled into their regular seats, I pulled Rebecca aside. "You understand why I'm doing this," I stated, and she nodded her head. "You promised to do whatever it would take to heal our marriage, and this is what I need you to do." A look of uneasiness came over her face. "Don't worry," I consoled her. "Like you said, it doesn't matter. The Pats are going to win." The Patriots jumped out to an early lead by scoring a touchdown on their first possession. There was a very odd reaction in the room when it happened. The usual cheering and celebration was a bit muted, and it seemed as though the guys were all a little disappointed. Even I found myself experiencing mixed feelings. As much as I wanted to see Roger shovel my walkway, I felt an even stronger need to see Rebecca raise her shirt and show her tits to these men. I wanted her to feel as humiliated as I felt when I saw her on her knees in that very same room a few weeks before. But I also felt strangely aroused by the idea. I wanted them to look at her. I wanted to show her off. The Jets managed to tie the score before the end of the first quarter, and the vibe in the room grew rowdier. When a Patriots turnover led to another Jets touchdown in the second quarter, it almost seemed as though we had all become Jets fans. Roger, of course, was happiest of all. He leaned back in his big, comfortable chair with a shit-eating grin on his face and enjoyed every minute of his team's temporary good fortune. The Patriots kicked a field goal, and the Jets answered with one of their own. New York then added another touchdown just before halftime, giving them an unexpected 20-10 lead as the teams headed into the locker room. Roger was cockier and more obnoxious than ever, and told everyone he couldn't wait to see Rebecca's tits. "I've been lusting after those puppies for years," he said with a wide grin. "Hey, Becky, you should take your bra off now to make it easier for you later." He began to question the ground rules, and wanted to establish how long she was required to display them for us. "You don't need to worry about that," I answered. "The Pats are a second half team." "Not today they aren't," he shot back. "If you're so confident," I finally said after listening to his endless trash-talk, "let's up the ante." "Absolutely!" he crowed. "What do you have in mind?" "If we win, you shovel my walkway for an entire month." I then paused, took a sip of beer, and made eye contact with Rebecca. "And if you win," I continued, "Rebecca will strip down right here in this room for all of you. Fully naked." The men erupted in laughter and cheers. Likely believing that I was bluffing, Roger extended his hand, and I immediately shook it. "Wait," he said, still laughing. "Hold on a sec. Are you fucking serious?" He immediately looked at Rebecca, who was filling her third glass of wine. She normally didn't drink more than two at these gatherings, but she had a sinking feeling she might need a little extra that night. She just smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever," she muttered. "Awesome!" he shouted, and exchanged hearty high-fives with Matt and Ben, who were both grinning and shaking their heads in disbelief. As the second half began, there was a great deal of electricity and tension in the air. Each play now carried such tremendous significance that there was a constant eruption of cheers and agonized groans no matter what the outcome was. Normally, Rebecca was a whirlwind of activity at these parties, constantly refreshing drinks, preparing snacks and ensuring her guests were comfortable. She didn't care much about the game itself. But on this occasion, she merely sat in the corner of the room, transfixed upon the game and slowly sipped her wine. The Patriots only needed six plays to drive the ball all the way down the field and into the end zone in their very first possession of the second half. The room erupted in celebration, and even Rebecca leaped to her feet and pumped her fist in the air. But the celebration didn't last long, as the Jets kicked a field goal on their first possession of the half, making it a 23-17 game. In the fourth quarter, Patriots quarterback Tom Brady connected for another touchdown pass, which gave New England their first lead of the game. The score was now 24-23 in their favor, and yet the Patriots fans in the room all seemed a little disappointed. Even I found myself secretly rooting for the Jets. The thought of all those men leering at my completely naked wife was causing a persistent stirring in my pants. A Jets field goal gave them the lead once again, by a score of 26-24, with only two minutes remaining. The room filled with raucous shouting and trash-talking. Although the Jets held the lead, the Patriots only needed to kick a field goal to win, and they have one of the league's most consistent and reliable kickers. With the two-minute warning came a commercial break, which allowed me and Roger to engage in more trash-talking. "Man, I can't wait for it to start snowing so I can start collecting from you," I said with a grin. "Okay, hotshot," he responded. "You wanna up the ante one more time? I'll shovel your goddamned walkway for the entire winter." "And how am I supposed to up the ante on my end? You want to see me naked, too?" I asked, laughing. "Hell no! I'd rather scoop my eyes out with a rusty spoon." He then looked toward Rebecca, and I could see the hunger in his eyes. I decided to see how far I could push her. "Okay," I said. "I'll tell you what. If you win – and there's no way that's going to happen – Rebecca will not only give you guys a strip show...but she will suck you all off, right here, to completion." "WHAT?!" "WHOA!" "NO WAY!" All three of our guests nearly fell over laughing, and Rebecca burned a hole through me with her eyes. She motioned for me, and I excused myself from the guys. "Honey," she whispered, "don't you think you're taking this a bit too far?" "It's just a few blowjobs," I replied, echoing the words she had used with me. "It's not like you're in love with these guys, right? And think of how much it would cost to pay for someone to shovel our walkway all winter. You'd be saving us hundreds." She clearly wasn't amused with the way I had thrown her words back in her face. She was also a stubborn Irish woman, and she wasn't going to let me win this one and admit that I had proven my point. "Okay," she said, casually. "If that's the way you want to play this, then fine. I'll do it." "Good," I said, calling her bluff, and I returned to my spot in front of the TV just as the game resumed. "I'll bet she gave you an earful!" Roger bellowed at me. "Nope, not at all," I responded. "She's up for it." Roger's jaw dropped, and he looked wide-eyed at Matt and Ben. He then extended his hand, and I shook it without averting my eyes from the television. He shook his head and laughed. "You are a crazy motherfucker," he said. "That's why I like you." "You're really willing to shovel my walkway for an entire winter?" I asked. A Winning Wager "For a shot at her?" he said, motioning to Rebecca. "Are you kidding me?" The Patriots methodically carved up the field, three-to-five yards at a time, with short passes and runs. With less than a minute left on the clock, they managed to push the ball into Jets territory. They needed only one more short run to get within field goal range. The room was eerily quiet as the ball was snapped. Brady handed the ball to the running back, who drove through the line, picked up more than enough yardage...and then fumbled the ball. As players from both sides formed a massive pile on top of the ball, all five of us in the room leaped to our feet and shouted at the TV. We continued standing, transfixed, until the referee gave his signal: the Jets had recovered the ball. Roger, Ben and Matt immediately shouted loud enough to wake our sleeping kids two floors above. They began dancing, high-fiving and hugging as if they had just won the Super Bowl. My insides were churning with adrenaline, but I tried to act disappointed that I had lost the bet. Rebecca plopped back into the couch with a thud, snatched her wine glass off the table, and took a large swig. The celebration died down a bit, and all three guys looked at Rebecca, who was still staring at the television in disbelief and holding her wine glass. "You don't have to do this, honey," Roger said. "I was just busting your chops." He then added, "But you do need to show us your tits." The guys all burst into raucous laughter once again. Rebecca placed her wine glass back on the table and slowly rose to her feet. "Nope...a bet's a bet," she said, solemnly. She then looked right in my eyes and added, "I do this, and all my debts are paid in full." I nodded my head and smiled, and she smiled for the first time since the game began. Matt turned to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Dude," he said, "are you really gonna let her go through with this?" "Like she said, Matty, a bet's a bet," I responded, and then spoke to the group. "There are only two rules, guys. What happens here tonight, stays here. And we never speak of this again. To anyone. Ever." I looked around the room and received three nods. I then turned the television off, locked the door to the stairway to ensure we wouldn't be interrupted, turned the lights down, and turned on some soft music. As I did so, all three guys were huddled around Rebecca, trying to convince her not to go through with it – or at least putting on a good show of it. When I turned on the music, Rebecca began swaying to the beat, swiveling her hips seductively while her hands pushed her jersey around her midsection to give brief, tantalizing glances of her milky skin. She told all three guys to take a seat, and they obeyed her order. I took a seat in the corner of the room where I could see the expressions on all three of the men's faces. There was some nervous laughter from the guys, but for the most part, they just sat still and silently as Rebecca continued to sway to the music. I had forgotten how good of a dancer she is, and realized that it had been years since I had taken her dancing. She had excellent rhythm, and showed some sexy, sultry moves that I hadn't seen from her before. It was obvious that she enjoyed being the center of attention. She placed her thumbs inside the waistband of her black yoga pants and began to slowly shimmy them down over her hips, revealing her black lace panties underneath. When she turned her back toward me, I noticed that they were thong panties. Her firm, round ass looked absolutely incredible, and the expressions on the guys' faces told me they were in agreement with my opinion. None of the three men moved a muscle as she pulled her yoga pants down below her knees. She then sat on the floor, still swaying to the music, and pulled them all the way off, and then tugged her socks off as well. She rose to her feet with her pants in her hand and playfully tossed them at Roger, eliciting a laugh from Matt and Ben. Roger looked completely awestruck, as if he had never seen a woman in her panties before. I surmised that he probably hadn't seen one since his divorce. He had the look of a hungry wolf as she turned her back toward him and then bent down to give him a nice, long look at her ass. She continued to turn toward each man in the room, giving a full 360-degree view of her luscious body. She crossed her arms at her waist, grabbed her jersey, and pulled it over her head, revealing a silky green bra fringed with black lace. Her ample breasts strained against the fabric. There was an audible "whoa" from one of the guys in the room, but I was so entranced by her that I didn't notice who had said it. She continued to dance and sway to the music, and every so often she would place a finger playfully inside her mouth, which seemed to have a noticeable effect on the guys. They were all shifting in their chairs and rearranging their pants to accommodate their growing members, and this did not seem to go unnoticed by Rebecca. Now dancing only in her panties and bra, I couldn't help but wonder if she would chicken out and end it here. But that doubt was answered when she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She then held her bra in place with both hands on her breasts, and approached Roger, who was unusually silent sitting in his usual chair. She climbed on top of him and sat on his lap, facing him. His expression finally changed into a wide smile. He began to reach up to touch her, but she slapped his hands back down. Then, ever so slowly, she lowered her hands and gave him an up-close look at the tits that he had wanted to see for so long. Her large nipples were rigid. The expression on his face was priceless. He leaned forward with his head to kiss her breasts, and this time, she didn't stop him. He kissed one breast, and then took her stiff nipple in his mouth. She leaned her head back, and her mouth opened. He continued sucking while she held his head in her hands and ran her fingers through his hair. He then moved to the other breast, and she moaned softly and rocked back and forth on his lap. I couldn't take my eyes off of the two of them. My hand instinctively moved to my cock, which was rock hard, and I pressed and stroked myself through my jeans. Watching my wife with another man was an inexplicably euphoric experience. Rachel rose from Roger's chair and sauntered over to Matt. She placed her knee between his legs and leaned forward, putting her tits right in his face. He began to reach for her, but he, too, was slapped down. She then lowered herself to her knees in front of him and put her face in his lap. She breathed hot air and rubbed her mouth over his cock through his jeans. As she did so, her ass swayed in rhythm with the music, giving me and Roger a terrific view. Next, she moved to Ben. She sat on his lap, pressed her tits to his face, and reached down between her legs to rub his cock through his pants. Finally, she arose and strolled to the center of the room. She placed both thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and, in agonizing slow motion, lowered them to the floor, revealing her freshly-shaved pussy. She was now completely naked in front of a roomful of men. And she seemed to like it. She tossed her panties aside, and then lowered herself to her knees. She pointed at Roger and curled her finger in toward herself in a "come-hither" motion. She then did the same for the other two, and all three stood before her in a circle. After so many years of fantasizing about that moment she had in high school, I was now about to witness it first-hand. She reached up and unzipped Roger's pants and reached inside. Judging by the expression on her face, she was surprised by what she found. When she finally managed to pull his cock out of his open zipper, the reason for her shock became obvious. Roger, the old dog, was very well hung. His cock appeared to be roughly the same length as mine, but it was twice as thick. I couldn't help but wonder if it would even fit in Rebecca's mouth, but she answered that question when she opened wide and stretched her lips right over his head and down his shaft. Roger gave a tremendous groan, and it occurred to me that this may have been the first blowjob he had received in a very long time. It also may have been the best he had ever received, given Rebecca's talent for cocksucking. She continued to slowly work her expert mouth up and down his shaft, and as she did so, she began rubbing Matt's and Ben's cocks from outside their pants. Matt took the initiative to unzip his fly and pull out his cock. It was already fully erect, and I couldn't help but notice it was at least two inches longer than mine. No wonder he was such a hit with the ladies, I thought. Ben appeared to be a little shy, but eventually he joined the others by exposing his cock. He wasn't hung nearly as well as the other two, but it was a decent size. Watching all the action from my corner chair, I couldn't help but take my cock out as well. I was so close to cumming already that I had to force myself to slow down. Rebecca continued to suck Roger's dick for a moment, and then swiveled around and wrapped her lips around Matt's long rod. Incredibly, his entire cock disappeared in her mouth as she took him deep into her throat. She had always been able to deepthroat me, but I figured she might have a problem doing the same with one of that size. As she massaged his shaft with her mouth and tongue, she reached to either side of her and stroked the other two cocks surrounding her. Not only were the guys moaning, but I noticed that she was moaning, too. She swiveled once again, and it was Ben's turn to feed his cock into her hungry mouth. After taking Matt deep into her throat, she had no problem whatsoever with Ben. She was fucking him with her mouth so forcefully that his whole body was pushed backward with each thrust of her head. Her muffled moans filled the room as she moved back to Roger's cock. Instead of the slow and sensual blowjob he received from her the first time, this time she was more forceful. She slid his cock in and out of her mouth with a quickened pace, and within seconds, Roger gave a loud moan. He grabbed the back of her head and thrust into her mouth as deep as he could. She stopped stroking Matt and Ben and grabbed Roger's ass with both hands, pushing him deep into her throat. He came so hard, and in such great volume, she couldn't swallow it all. She gagged a little, and a large amount of milky white fluid escaped from the corners of her mouth. He seemed to cum in wave after wave. The poor bastard had probably been working on that load for months. She never removed her mouth from his cock, but kept sucking deep and hard until he finally relaxed. At last, she removed her mouth from his thick organ, and he practically collapsed into his chair. "Holy fuck!" he yelled, and everyone in the room – even Rebecca – couldn't help but laugh. "Who's next?" she asked, wiping her mouth, and Ben quickly stepped in front of her. She swallowed Ben's cock a little slower than her previous pace, and it seemed as though she wanted to savor this moment. As she continued to bob her head up and down his shaft, she stroked Matt's cock with her right hand. Every once in a while, she would switch, just to ensure that she was keeping them both on the edge. When she felt they had been teased and tortured enough, she began working her mouth a little harder on Ben. As I watched them with my rock-hard cock in hand, I couldn't help but wonder how many blowjobs Ben has received in his lifetime. Given his quiet and reserved personality, I guessed not many. And it would be a safe bet that he had never experienced one of this quality before. Only a minute later, Ben gave a muffled groan, and his body tensed and shook while Rebecca continued to suck. When his spasms subsided and she was certain she had drained him of every drop, she moved back to Matt. He proved to be more of a challenge for her. While Roger and Ben slumped in their chairs, fully exhausted, Rebecca continued to work on Matt for several minutes. Finally, she took his cock out of her mouth and smiled up at him. "What's the matter, Matt? Can't you cum for me?" "Sorry," he said, clearly embarrassed. "It feels amazing. I just have a hard time cumming sometimes." "Well," she answered, "the terms of the bet stated that you need to be completely drained. Maybe you're just not using the right hole." And with that, she turned around and dropped down to her hands and knees, with her gorgeous ass facing him. He looked stunned and quickly looked around the room before his eyes landed on me. This hadn't been part of our deal. I was equally stunned by this turn of events, and didn't know how to feel about it. But that inner voice – the one I couldn't explain—told me I wanted to see my wife fucked by his big cock. I gave him a nod, and he removed his pants. I knew the moment he entered her by the look of exquisite pleasure on her face. Her eyes closed, and she gave a loud gasp. The sound of Matt thrusting inside her was the only thing I could hear. I had been squeezing my cock, trying to contain the swelling surge, and I was leaking pre-cum all over my shirt. The sound of slapping flesh combined with Rebecca's increasingly loud moaning was driving me over the edge. I couldn't contain it anymore. I wanted to join the fun. I rose from my chair, moved across the room to where they were, and knelt directly in front of Rebecca. She had her head buried in the carpet, and I grabbed the back of her hair and guided her mouth to my cock. She inhaled it eagerly, and her moans sent vibrations straight down my shaft to my balls. I could feel a tremendous and unstoppable surge building, and I couldn't fight it any longer. Matt had been relatively quiet, but suddenly he withdrew his cock from Rebecca's cunt and with a great groan, he pumped out an impressive stream of cum that landed high on her back. As he frantically stroked his massive cock, he pumped out several more loads of cum, covering her back from her head to her ass. As one hot load after another landed on her back, Rebecca continued to suck me deep into her throat. I felt an intense wave of pleasure erupt through my shaft, and I filled her mouth with wave after wave of hot cum. Impressively, she managed to swallow every drop. Just like a good little slut.