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The Wager

By: Voyeurrr



We’ve collaborated on this work of fiction, like we collaborate on Life and Love; as partners. We hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it!  Peace, G&B, 2003

I'd have to admit I've never been much of a gambling man. Sure I've been to casinos and dog tracks, but I've never spent, or maybe I should say, donated, more than $100.00 at any given time. So when first Barbie suggested we make a little wager on the outcome of the Packers/49ers game I only went along for the fun of it. I knew my Packers were going to kick ass so I figured I had an easy win.

"Ok Barbie, what do you want me to put up?"

"Well… how's about that romantic weekend up in Tahoe I've been wanting? she asked with a wink of her left eye.

A weekend in Tahoe huh? That's a pretty expensive wager… let's see… what would be an equal wager to that?" I scratched my head pretending I was deep in thought, then a little smile spread across my face.

"Baby… you scare me a little when you get that wicked grin goin'. What kind of bet are you thinking of?"

"Ok Barbie, here's the bet; 49ers win, you get your romantic weekend in Tahoe, Packers win, which by the way, they will… you serve the guys and I for next weeks game. Now, I'm talking, food, drinks, the whole works, and oh, did I mention, I get to pick out what you'll be wearing as you serve us the aforementioned food & drinks."

"Ohhh… I have a feeling that's what the wicked grin was about," she giggled. "Ok high roller, you've got yerself a bet. Oh, and did I mention… GO 49ERS! GO!!!!!" my little spitfire yelled at the top of her lungs. 

Well, I hate saying I told you so, but well… I told you so. By the middle of the fourth quarter it looked unlikely the 49ers would be able to overtake the lead the Pack had. As the last second ticked off the clock the score was: Packers - 28, 49ers - 7. Gee, I just hate being right!

"Ok," Barbie sighed. "Give me all the gory details of what kind of 'services' you're expecting me to provide for the big 'guys football Sunday'?"

"Not all that much, honey," I said sympathetically. "How about making those little hor d’oeuvrey things I love so much, and your Dad's secret recipe hot wings, some pasta salad and of course lots and lots of ice cold beer. Ya know, the usual football fare!"

"Ok, now that doesn't sound too bad. In fact I love having your friends over you know that, but what’s all this shit about you picking out what I'll be wearing for this little get together? I want to know what you're expecting me to wear?"

"I know I definitely want you to wear that cute apron you won when you entered the hot wings in that barbecue contest"

"No problem," she said with a slight sense of relief. "What else then?"

"Else? I don't think you should wear anything… 'Else'! That apron covers everything in front. Of course you'll be more than a little exposed in the behind area, but I've always told the guys that you've got the hottest, firmest, ass around and now I wanna show 'em what I'm talking about!"

"Baby, you do realize that my tits are going to be falling out of both sides of that little apron, right? And that everytime I bend over my pussy will be exposed to anyone behind me?"

"That thought did occur to me Barbie. Does this mean you are going to back out of the bet now?"

"NO WAY. I'm not backing out of anything, Cowboy!!! If you don't mind your friends seeing all my lovelies… I certainly don't. In fact I'm sure I'll get very turned on doing it. Not to mention, I've always said you have some of the hottest looking guys for friends." She then looked me in the eyes and said quietly, "Just make sure you're comfortable with what you maybe getting us into… Ok?"

"Hey Barbie, I'm very excited by the idea and as far as I'm concerned, next Sunday can't come soon enough!"

"Ok, Baby. I'll pay up. On that you can count on. Who knows, maybe even with interest, if you get my drift!" As she said that she burst into that little giggle I love on her so much.

As the week went on and Sunday drew nearer I could tell Barbie was getting a little nervous. By Saturday night she approached me, “Gary, are you very sure you want me to make good on this bet? It’s not too late to call it off.” 

“I’m positive. Here, just look at how hard my cock gets at just the thought of you parading around in that red apron serving our guests.” I hugged her and reassured her that I truly wanted this and kissed her goodnight. I could tell she laid awake for awhile, thinking of the events to come, maybe slightly nervous, but at the same time, very turned on. 

Sunday morning I crawled out of bed and Barbie was nowhere to be found. ‘Oh, she couldn't take the heat,’ I thought to myself as I walked through the house looking for her. ‘Well, the car is gone too, she must be out shopping with her girlfriends’.

Kick-off was approaching as the guys started showing up at the house. With disappointment I explained that Barbie wouldn’t be hosting the game party after all as she must have slipped out to do some shopping with her girlfriends. There were groans of disappointment, as they all loved her Dad’s secret hot wing recipe. 

The game started and about 15 minutes later I thought I heard some banging from the kitchen. I looked over just as the kitchen door pushed open and in strutted my Barbie with a tray loaded down with ice cold beer. I couldn’t believe my eyes, there was my wife, wearing nothing but her red, champion cook off apron, a pair of black thigh high stockings, and the new heels she obviously just bought this morning! I must admit, as many times as I’ve seen her naked, my jaw dropped to the floor at her beauty.

“Heya guys, how's the game going?” she giggled. 

One by one they each looked at her, noticing immediately that she was wearing only an apron! In a state of shock they didn't say anything at first. Barbie confidently paraded around the room passing out cold beers as the men just sat there watching her wide-eyed. 

I finally broke the silence, “Well now… aren't you just the hostess with the mostest!” and everyone just cracked up. 

“Hot wings in 10 minutes guys!” Barbie announced, to which my friend Jim replied, “Those aren't the only things hot in this place!” Tony added how he’d love to get a closer look at what she actually does have hidden under that apron. 

I smiled and winked. 

Looking at my beautiful wife I stood up and gave her a love-pat on the ass. “Barbie, you have fun and entertain our guests. I’ll go finish up the appetizers.” 

Paul said, “Damn Gary, I wish Barbie was the appetizer!” 

As I walked by I whispered in Barbie’s ear, “Baby, have fun and be free to be as naughty as you want to be. Make me proud and show these guys the awesome woman I get to enjoy everyday of the year!” She just smiled and blushed a little.

As I left for the kitchen she walked over to the TV, feeling all six eyes watching her every move. Turning her back and bending over at the waist she turned the volume down a little. Turning back around she found all the men were staring at her 

“Oh, I’m sorry guy’s… was I blocking the your view of the game?” she giggled.

Paul laughed, “Nooo Barbie, the view was just fine, please stay right there and … Oh… would you turn down the volume again?” 

I noticed her looking back to see me watching her from the kitchen door. She smiled and winked at me.

With a giggle she slowly and seductively bent over the TV exposing her ass to the guys, slowly spreading her legs and bending over farther so they could get a look at her pussy from behind. Reaching through her parted thighs she stroked her pussy slowly. Then turning around and facing the men, she saw all eyes fixed upon her.

She said in her best little girl voice, “Ohhh Im sorry, was naughty Barbie blocking your gamie waymie?”

Jim whispered, “What gamie waymie?” 

You could’ve cut the sexual tension in the room with a knife. Looking from one guy to the next Barbie saw hard cocks rising through each of their jeans, which only turned her on more, making her want to take them all to the next level. There was no doubt in her mind, she wanted to be fucked, and she wanted to be fucked by every man in this room!

Almost without thought she started playing with the nipples peeking out from each side of her apron. Her touch made them hard immediately. As she pinched them and teased them the way she loves, she noticed Paul stroking his erection through his jeans. 

She moved to the middle of the room never breaking eye contact with her audience. Standing just a few feet from my three friends she lifted her apron up slowly to expose a freshly shaved pussy! I was in shock! I’d been begging her to shave her pussy for years and she had resisted saying it was too much work to keep up. It made me so hard watching my woman turn on these men and knowing she shaved for this special occasion.

I watched in awe as she ran her fingers slowly over the top of her stockings, then up her thigh towards her now very wet pussy. Little moans escaped her lips as her fingers slowly moved over her erect clit and back down towards her wet pussy. She slid her finger into her wet hole, pushed it in and out a few times, and then slid it back over her clit. Teasing herself, she smiled as she looked to see all three men stroking through their jeans. Then she turned to see me watching the scene from the kitchen door and smiled at me with such sexual passion.

She asked me to hit the “play” button on the CD player and she moved over closer to the couch. As a sexy dance tune started, she stood in front of the men and slowly danced, grinding her hips, still sliding her wet fingers over her pussy. Once her fingers are wet with her juices she brings them to her mouth and sucks them. The guys groan softly as she teases them, wetting her fingers again and placing them under their noses to smell the aroma of her sex. She then touches her fingertips to Tony's lips, and he eagerly sucks them into his mouth. 

Barbie moans when she looks over to see me with my hard cock in my hand, stroking as I watch with pride as my friends adore my sexy wife. 

At this point Barbie is still in complete control of the scene. She pushes Tony back onto the couch and leans forward to kiss him as she slides her finger back into her pussy. She then places her fingers to Paul's lips and he sucks her juices from her fingers. 

Not wanting to be left out, Jim reached over and slid first one; and then two, of his long fingers into Barbie’s wet pussy. The feeling surprised her at first, but soon she let out a little sigh as her pussy was so hot and needed to be filled. She soon started moving her hips in rhythm with the fingers in her pussy. 

Paul was still sucking her fingers as he reached up and pinched her aching nipples hard. Needing more, Barbie pushed Paul onto his back and bent over to unzip his jeans. His cock was so hard it sprang free from its confines slapping his stomach with a smack. She had always secretly wondered about Paul’s cock, so as she took it into her hands, she paused for a moment, admiring its size and shape. From the pocket in her apron lying next to her on the floor she pulled out 3 small foil packets. She tossed one each to Tony & Jim, then opening the one in her hand she removed a condom and placed it in her mouth. She then kneeled down between Paul’s knees, and as she engulfed his very hard cock with her mouth, she unrolled the thin rubber device into place! 

Paul started moaning as she stroked and sucked, “Oh yes Barbie… fuck… that feels good… please suck me. Mmmm you suck my cock so good. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Tony knelt down behind Barbie, and spanked her ass hard with the palm of his hand. “Your hubby is right Barbie, you do have a beautiful ass!” He rubbed out the sting, then leaned down to kiss the spot he just smacked. He slowly ran his finger from her pussy to her asshole, getting it wet. He then went down and tongued her asshole as he fingered her pussy. 

Now, I’d never tongued her asshole before but I could tell by the reaction Tony was getting out of her; I better start

The whole scene was getting very intense! Jim watched as he stroked his own cock, now sticking prominently out of the front of his jeans. 

Barbie looked over to see me stroking my cock faster, and with a look of intense emotion she smiled at me. Not more than a second later she let out a muffled scream as Tony moved from licking her assshole to sucking on her aching clit. 

Paul placed his hands on her cheeks and lifted her mouth away from his cock. “Barbie, I have GOT to feel my cock in your pussy. Please, I’ve dreamed of this moment since I met you!”

Barbie stood up and straddled him. She grabbed his cock and stroked her clit back & forth with it several times before guiding it into her pussy. She told me later that she’d never felt a cock as hard as Paul’s was that day and how she was amazed at how she could actually feel it throb with each beat of his heart! 

Jim, after having just put his own condom on, stood in front of my beautiful wife and placed his cock at her lips, she looked up at him and opened her mouth eagerly sucking him in. 

She felt Tony behind her, his tongue again licking her asshole. Getting it all wet, he then slid his finger into her tight opening. 

“Damn it Tony… I need to feel your hard cock. Please take my ass… Please take it… NOW!” she screamed.

He withdrew his finger and put the head of his cock at her hole. As he slowly guided it into her she started to scream in pleasure as she had never felt so full before. She had Paul's cock buried in her cunt, Tony in her ass and Jim in her mouth!! 

She moaned loudly so I could hear the pleasure she was feeling. I moved into the livingroom and stood close to her, stroking my cock and watching my sexy wife being fucked so good. Barbie looked right into my eyes as she ground both the cocks deeper into her with her hips. 

All at once the floodgates opened; Jim moaned and started to cum as she sucked him deep into her throat. Tony was the next to go as he grabbed her hips, grunting as his cum filled her asshole. All this sent Paul over the edge and he blasted his seed into her cunt yelling, “Fuck me, Barbie… I’m cumming!!” as he came hard. 

As Barbie rolled over onto her back, next to Paul, Jim got down between her legs and drew her clit into his mouth. 

When I looked down at the woman I love so much, she motioned to me and took my hand, pulling me down to my knees and begging me to fuck her to orgasm. Jim moved out of the way and I got between her knees. 

“Saving the best for last I take it,” I joked.

“Always Baby… now come here and get your wife off!”

I lowered my hard cock to her waiting pussy. I was amazed; her wetness was everywhere. My cock easily slid into her and she screamed, “Fuck my cunt baby, make me cum hard!” I fucked her so hard, my cock pounding into her hot pussy. We sensed each others approaching orgasm and Barbie tightened when she felt my throbbing inside her begin. That set her off and she started cumming while screaming that me she loves me. My cock exploded with hot spurts into her pussy, filling her with my cum. 

We all just laid there for a moment in selfconscience silence, wondering how to act after group sex with your friends! 

Barbie got up, “Anyone for hot wings and beer?” 

We all broke out laughing as the tension level in the room fell. 

Barbie looked at the TV and started giggling uncontrollably. “Ahh… Baby? Looks to me like the games over and I hate to be the bearer of bad news but… you’re precious Packers have lost! You do know what that means don’t you? That means… next weekend you’re hosting a bunco party... 12 women… and you’re the entertainment. What will you do?” she said with a wink.

The Wager



I must admit from the beginning that alcohol fuels most of the dumb ideas I get involved in. Why, after a few drinks, do I either come up with ideas that under sober circumstances I'd never do, or if one of my equally inebriated buddies comes up with a harebrained scheme would I ever go along with?

Like most men, after a few beers, placing a bet on the outcome of an athletic competition just seems logical, so far so good, right? Then you add a wife who teases your inability to pick a winner, I would even say it is a logical step to challenge her to remove certain articles of clothing just to see if she will put the money where her mouth is. So if on the rare occasion, she has spent a period of time topless around some of my drinking buddies, or if she was challenged to jump into the pool au natural in front of said buddies, I see no real harm in letting her do so. After all she agreed beforehand to the wager.

Add to the mix the fact that my wife Emily is absolutely drop dead gorgeous, and I love seeing her naked. Lately the idea of seeing her naked in front of my friends has somehow seemed more and more appealing to me. She thinks I'm crazy, and maybe she's right. What man actually wants to strip off his loving wife's clothes and parade her in front of his friends? Well, I guess I am one of those guys. Lately however for some insane reason, she has been putting up fewer objections to the idea when I bring the subject of her nudity up. It still takes a lot of convincing and even more booze, but lately she seems less inhibited to flashing a tit or letting me take off her bikini top when the time comes.

She actually seems to enjoy it even though she feigns embarrassment.

Let me describe her for the record. Emily is 5 feet 7 inches and weighs 128 pounds. Her measurements are 38D-25-37. Her boobs hang with just a little droop because of their size, but are still firm and soft to the touch. By the way, they are natural. Her nipples are so sensitive that when she gets really aroused, just sucking on them can make her cum. Her nips will stick out about ½ an inch when aroused. She has long brunet hair, down past her ass when she wears it down. It shines in the sunlight. Her eyes are so deep blue that most people think she is wearing colored contacts, she doesn't. Her face is what I would call oval shaped, just right to hold between your hands to kiss her full lips. Her legs are long and strong, her thighs and calves are hard and sculptured from hiking trails, one of the things we like to do best. Just to add, I've finally got her to warm up to the idea to try nude hiking. I just can't wait to see her out on the trail with nothing but her smile. She keeps he pubs trimmed; you might call it a bikini trim. She's tried fully shaved smooth, but neither of us like it that way. I like to see a woman's pubic hair; it reminds me of a mature ripe pussy, not some underage child. To each his own, I always say. 

Emily's personality is what I call infectious, everyone likes her although several women have voiced that they are jealous of her beauty. Men absolutely fall in lust with her at first sight. She is a bit of a tease without knowing it. She seems to be promising more when she is around men. I've mentioned that to her on occasion and she doesn't have a clue as to what I mean. Maybe it is the pheromones she gives off, but she attracts men as if she were in heat. 

Getting back to the main reason I'm retelling this incident. It's not one of those little friendly wagers I am about to relate. Why, would you ask, would a man in his right mind wager his wife in total for a designated length of time over the outcome of a minor athletic event? That's what I'm trying to get to.

It came about on a hot summer weekend, the beer flowed freely around the home swimming pool Emily dressed (and I put the word dressed meaning that she was covered) in a small revealing bikini that barely remained in place and exposed considerably more of the parts it was supposed to cover. Three of my male friends, Allen, Bryan and Chris, had come by to watch a baseball game between our local team and its biggest rival. The game wasn't nearly as interesting as watching Emily move amongst us, so silly little bets on the outcome of each batter started being brought up. The bets were for chugging the remainder of our beer or who would get the next round and such. Mostly it was to get Emily to walk around us, leaning over showing all but her nipples in front and ample amounts of butt cheek in the rear. The guys were giving her a pretty good round of razzing and she was dishing it back in equal amounts.

With the score tied in the 8th inning, finally wagers on the outcome of the game became heatedly discussed. My buddies wanted to include Emily in the prize, both she and I being a bit more than under the influence agreed. If we had won, the guys would take us out to dinner at one of the better eating establishments, and for Emily alone; they would take her out shopping for a "suitable (meaning sexy)" new dress. If the three men won, one of them would win Emily for 24 hours. They would choose who would get her, and the debt would be paid the next Saturday night. There seemed to be an understood silence as to what that would involve.

To hasten the story, the game went into extra innings in the 9th inning both teams scored 6 runs in addition to leaving the bases loaded on the last out. The outcome finally came after 13 innings; the guy's team won on two stolen bases and an error Emily was now the property of one of them for 24 hours.

I thought it was funny, Emily was pissed and wanted to back out of the deal. All of us guys told her no way, mostly because of the trash talk she had been dishing out. We teased her about running with the "big dogs" and living up to one's wagers.

Friday night Emily was really getting cold feet, and begged me to let her get out of her wager. I told her that if she wanted to play with the big boys, she had to keep her word. Plus, I secretly wanted her to learn a lesson. I told her that she knew all the guys and I really didn't think that they would do anything that she didn't want them to do. I trusted each one to stop when she said she had had enough. I also told her to take advantage of the situation and have some fun, turn the tables and she controlled what went on. I knew she could handle any one of them. Hell, if she called their bluff, they would back off in a heartbeat.

Saturday came and at noon, one of the guys (Allen) showed up. He was a bit embarrassed when I answered the door, not knowing for sure that I was okay with the outcome of the bet and if I was really going to let them collect. After a little small talk, he reassured both Emily and I that no harm would come to her and he would bring her home anytime she said she had had enough. Emily was feeling better about the whole thing.

Allen told her that she would need to dress casual, skirt, top, comfortable shoes, because she was going shopping with him. She had packed an overnight bag with toiletries, a change of underwear, pj's, and a change of clothes for tomorrow. 

With a kiss and a half frightened smile, Emily was off to pay off her bet. She promised to call that night to reassure me that she was okay.

Allen drove her to the local mall where to Emily's surprise, the other two guys, Bryan and Chris met them. They explained that they had been unable to come up with which one of them would get to spend the 24 hours with her so they decided to all come along. They told her that they were going to take her shopping for a nice dinner outfit and after dinner there would be dancing before she would choose who she would go home with. Emily said that she liked the idea that she wasn't going to be alone the full time with only one of them, and that "going home" with one of them didn't mean a free jump in bed. She only agreed to spend 24 hours with them, not to fuck them. They agreed and said they wanted to take her out, and have a fun evening.

After trying on what seemed to be 50 dresses, each modeled and critiqued by the three guys, they ended up buying her a somewhat simple blue dress. It was snug enough to show off her figure, low cut to show ample but not sleazy cleavage. It was held up with simple spaghetti straps and could be worn with or without a strapless bra. They also insisted on buying her lingerie, which she didn't model, and high heel shoes, ones she could dance in. 

Emily also went with the men as they bought clothing for themselves, using her for the woman's point of view.

By early evening, she was at Allen's place where they all sat around talking, laughing, and drinking wine. Emily relaxing drank a bit more than she really should have and being encouraged began her teasing with the guys. They good naturally went along with it, even encouraging her.

Finally around 6 p.m. she excused herself to clean up and change for dinner. Allen directed her to his guest room and bath, told her to take her time as they were all going to change clothes themselves.

She showered, dried and brushed her waist length hair, and dressed in her new outfit. She admitted that she looked pretty damned good. 

When she walked out into the living room, each of the men was dressed in casual slacks, button shirts, no ties, and jackets. Emily thought they looked really nice; they all would make a striking group together. The men all praised Emily on how hot she looked, complementing her to the point of blushing.

Dinner was in short a riot. Drinks before, bottles of wine with, and drinks after, all mixed with stories and laughter. Each guy telling embarrassing tales how they had made fools of themselves. Emily found herself being comfortably wooed by 3 charming young men who far from ignoring her sexuality didn't make it seem as if they were slobbering over her. Her relaxation made her let her guard down where she let her cleavage show lower, and her hem ride up her thighs higher. She playfully scolded each as she caught them looking at her breasts or thighs.

Next they went to a local club to dance. Emily called me from the ladies room when she arrived reassuring me that things were fine. She was actually surprised how much fun she was having and how gentlemanly they had been. She gave me a quick version on why there was a "they" rather than a "he".

Emily loves to dance so with 3 partners, she was on the dance floor for nearly every song. Doing so much dancing in a warm room makes a person very thirsty the men made sure there was always a full drink at the table whenever she needed one. Because of this, Emily didn't realize just how much she had consumed. When there was a slow dance, the body contact became more and more intimate. At first it was no more than holding her tight against their bodies, which progressed to low back touching which led to gently cupping her ass. Light kisses on her neck and ears progressed to full open mouth deep kissing. With enough to drink, Emily's resistance became nonexistent; in short it felt good so she let it happen. When sitting at the table, it seemed there was always at least one hand on her leg, way, way up her leg. It felt good, it made her tingle, she let it happen, hell, and she wanted it. She was supposed to be having fun wasn't she?

By closing time, Emily found she could barely walk and needed help getting to and in the car. Sitting in the back seat between Bryan and Chris, she found herself being kissed while her dress hem was pushed up and the top pushed down. It wasn't long before there were two hands trying to slide into her panties and into her bra. With the last tiny bit of resolve she still had in her inebriated state, she finally realized what was happening and pushed their hands away, protesting that she didn't want to be forced into this in the back of Allen's car. That isn't what was supposed to be happening. 

Bryan and Chris quickly backed off and apologized for getting out of control. They then slowly started taking turns kissing her, their hands staying on her back, gently stroking her.

When they arrived at Allen's place, she was gently helped inside where she was placed on the couch and given another drink. Music was turned on, slow dances where each man took turns dancing. Emily wasn't sure who or when it happened, but she suddenly realized that her dress had been unbuttoned and unzipped and was just hanging on her shoulders. When she started to protest, they all said that they had seen her in a very small bikini and she was wearing a bra and panties that was as large as the swimwear. It wasn't as if they were going to see any more than they had already. In her drunken logic it made sense, so she allowed her dress to be removed, leaving her in only a strapless bra and tiny bikini panties, and heels. 

The dances continued and each man whispered to her just how lovely they thought she was and how good it felt to hold her. Each also whispered how they wished she would let them see just a little more, how they wanted to see her full breasts and nipples, how they would love to touch her and kiss her nipples. The talk had its desired effect and with only a token protest she allowed Allen to unfasten her bra and sip it off her swollen breasts, her rigid nipples pointing almost straight out in front of her. She first stood still in front of the three and let them look at her near nudity, they kept telling her how beautiful she was and how they couldn't believe she was allowing them to see her like this. They all agreed it was a dream they all had come true. Her body was tingling with excitement; her nipples were swollen and sensitive. 

Chris asked her if there was any chance she would agree to removing her panties. Emily wasn't thinking straight and asked why, did they want to see her naked? They all agreed that every man who had ever met her wanted to see her naked. Emily thought that was funny and irrational. What was the big deal of seeing a woman naked, why did every man want to see women naked? They agreed it didn't make sense, but it was just how men are wired. They wanted to see her, they all agreed that from the first time they saw her, each wanted to see her tits and pussy. Would she let them see her, she was so close and what harm would it be? 

Emily's mind was foggy and they were being open with their request, and after all what was the harm of showing them her naked body? She always liked the feel of being naked, and lately, with Jim's prompting she had begun to like the feeling of being naked in front of other men. Is this what Jim had wanted, for her to show them her naked body? Wouldn't Jim be encouraging her to take off her clothes if he had been there too? Weren't her tiny panties almost sheer anyway? They could see the shadow of her dark pubic hair through the nearly invisible material so what would be the harm of just a little bit more? With a sigh and remarking that they probably wouldn't stop until she did it anyway, she slid out of her heels and slipped her panties over her hips and down to the floor. She now stood totally naked in front of the three men who had won a bet over a stupid baseball game. Try as she might, she couldn't see how things had gone so far in this direction. 

She closed her eyes and started to sway to the music that was still playing in the background. She began to loose herself in the music and before long began feeling that maybe this wasn't so bad after all. She did feel really sexy, her nipples and pussy tingled at the thought of three men seeing her like so few others had before. She liked how they looked at her and how gently they touched her nipples and ran their hand up her inner thighs to just brush her pubic mound and along her slit. God how hot that made her feel and how wet it was making her down there. She decided she liked showing them her big firm breasts and hard nipples and especially showing them her neatly trimmed pussy.

What she really wanted was to see if she was having any effect on their cocks, were they getting hard? She wondered how big they were. Why not ask them to show her? That sounded like a good idea after all why shouldn't she be able to look at naked men? They were always trying to see her naked why not look at their cocks and their balls? She suddenly wanted to see some real live hard man-meat. Guys were always bragging about their balls, she wanted to see just how much these three men had hanging between their legs.

Alcohol takes away inhibitions and Emily had been drinking all evening so to her fuzzy logic there wasn't any harm to ask the men to show her their cocks. After all she liked to see hard cocks especially real ones that she could touch, ones that were hard because she was naked and showing these men her most intimate parts. She felt wicked knowing that she really shouldn't be naked with these men, after all she was married and her husband wasn't even there. She wondered if he knew she was naked and if he would care. After all Jim had taken her clothes off her in front of some other men. Many times during their love making they would talk about her being naked and letting other men see her and touch her. This didn't seem too much different, she was sure Jim wouldn't mind. She did kind of wish Jim were here. She sure would like to have sex now. She would like to have sex with Jim right here in front of all three of these guys. She would just love to let them see her pussy open up and take all of Jim's long cock. The more she thought of making love to Jim, the hotter she got and the more she wanted to feel a cock buried deep in her pussy.

Chris was standing in front of her when her mind suddenly came back to the party. He reached for her and gently pulled her close as his body swayed with hers and the music. They danced, she completely nude, he only having removed his coat and shoes. She let him hold her, his left hand between them open on her right breast his right hand holding her ass cheek and fingers sliding up and down from her ass hole to nearly her pussy. He was reaching far enough that his fingers were picking up some of her natural lubrication and sliding it up and down her crack.

With more effort than she realized, she pushed away from him and whispered that if she was going to be naked, so should he. And with that she unbuttoned his shirt ever so slowly and then slid it off his shoulders and arms. Next she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers and lowered them to the floor. As he stepped out of them, she removed his socks.

Kneeling in front of him she slid her hands from his ankles up the length of his legs and up to the waistband of his shorts. She ever so slowly pulled them down his hips over his erect cock and finally down to the floor where he stepped out of them and was as naked as she was. She then slid her hands back up his legs to stop at his throbbing cock where she put both hands around it holding it and slowly sucking the head into her mouth. She held it in her mouth for what seemed a long time but maybe was only 15 -- 20 seconds before sliding it out of her mouth and licking the spittle and precum off the head.

Emily next went to Bryan and repeated the dance and the stripping and sucking like she had done to Chris.

Last of all she went to Allen and again in a slow dance stripped him and sucked his cock.

Standing naked in front of the three naked men, Emily spoke to them in a voice barely above a whisper. She could barely stand by herself, the room seemed to tilt and spin slowly. She had to concentrate really hard to make sense to herself let alone to the men before her.

"I know I shouldn't be here like this with you three; I should be home with my husband. You shouldn't be seeing me naked like this and I shouldn't have stripped each of you and sucked on your cocks. Jim's not here, you are and I need someone to fuck me right now."




The Wager



"I've seen all your cocks and they all look wonderful. I want all three of you, I haven't ever done three men at the same time and it kinda scares me. I only ask you to please be gentle with me and please take me slow. I promise to try to satisfy each of you if you take your time and satisfy me. I am so hot right now that I can hardly stand it. I know that if I were sober and in my right mind I would never be doing anything like this, so please let's do this gently. Make love to me don't, rape me."

With that said Emily was taken into Allen's bedroom and gently laid on the bed. Bryan started kissing her face, her lips and her neck. He gently pried her mouth open with his tongue and explored her mouth completely. He sucked the saliva she produced into his mouth and then fed it back to her hungry mouth. Back and forth they exchanged their fluids.

Chris sucked one breast and with his hands squeezed the other he bit with his teeth just to the point where Emily felt the need to tell him he was hurting her, and then he would ease off and switch nipples and do the same to that one. Back and forth he went teasing her until she thought she could stand it no more. When he would stop she would push his mouth back to one of her nipples indicating to him that she needed more.

Allen went to her pussy. She was on her back, spread open as wide as her legs would go. He had his hands on either side opening her so her inner lips were spread out like wings. He was alternating between little nips with his teeth to these lips and licking and nipping her swollen clit. She felt that if any more blood flowed to her swollen clit that it would burst from the bites he placed on it. His tongue probed deeper and deeper sucking the juices that she produced. Occasionally he would lift her hips just enough to slide his tongue to her ass-hole and he would shove it in just a tantalizing bit before returning to her aching pussy.

After what seemed ages, while bringing Emily to the brink of orgasm, they each switched positions and the torture began again. Each doing what the other had done, but with slight differences to make her guess what was going to happen to her next. She begged them to let her cum, but the alcohol must have inhibited her system because she would just get to the brink and as if sensing her reaching the point of no return, the men would back off and deny her the satisfaction. Emily thought she would go insane if she didn't get relief.

Again they changed positions, each having tasted her body in a separate place. They were talking softly to each other; they knew what they were doing. Emily on the other hand, due to the alcohol and her near frantic state of arousal couldn't make out what they were saying. All she could do was squirm under their assault and beg them for relief.

Finally Emily felt two of them leave her and a third position himself at the entrance of her vagina. She didn't know who and she didn't care as she felt a hard cock slide into her finally filling the space that neither tongues nor fingers could fill. She also felt a cock by her mouth and she hungrily sucked it in as far as she could without choking. Finally she was being fucked. She thought she would never feel that fullness before she totally lost her mind.

Whoever was fucking her, knew what she needed and though he drove himself deep and fast, he was still gentle enough to not hurt her. She couldn't last long and neither could he so as she reached her climax, so did he, pumping his fluid deep inside her as the walls of her uterus spasm and sucked him deeper.

Spent, he gently slid away from her and she whimpered at the feeling of emptiness, but it was not necessary because as soon as the first was gone, the second man entered her. In one long slow thrust he was completely buried even deeper than the first man. Again a cock appeared at her mouth and she sucked him deeply as she felt the second cock begin to stir that feeling deep inside her. He was equally as talented in anticipating her climax and as she hit her second climax he too deposited his hot fluid deep inside her. She wondered just how much cum was inside her. She didn't care; she knew that however how much, there would be another load coming shortly. 

Emily waited for the third strange cock to enter her and again felt the third cock at her mouth. It tasted different and then she realized that it has just recently had been inside her pussy and she was tasting a mixture of his cum and her juices. She liked the taste, and wondered if she would have to clean all three of them. She didn't have to wait long because another soft tasty cock appeared at her mouth needing to be sucked of its coating. Emily didn't hesitate cleaning it thoroughly. 

For the third time, she was pushed over the edge and climaxed to the feeling of an erupting cock buried inside her, only this time after he was finished she felt him move directly to her mouth where she felt warm wetness being fed to her, she liked the taste of that too and sucked and licked the soft cock clean. Three different loads of cum from three men she had never fucked before all deposited in her willing pussy and then fed to her willing mouth. Was this really happening or was this just a drunken dream? Linda wasn't sure which was really happening at this point.

Feeling thoroughly fucked, Emily was surprised to feel herself being turned over and her hips lifted until she was positioned on her hands and knees. With her ass up high, she felt one of the men, the first she assumed, spread her legs and slide his now erect cock into her pussy from the rear. She was going to be doggy fucked! This position allowed for deeper penetration and it wasn't long before she felt the head of his cock bump the entrance of her womb. It hurt a little, but it was still a good hurt.

In this position, her "D" breasts swung wildly as he increased the tempo of his thrusts. There she was on all fours, face buried in a pillow, ass up, tits swinging almost slapping her in the face, with a man who had never much more than have seem her tits before now balls deep in her pussy! He was timing his thrusts to the swing of her breasts and ramming her as deep as his swollen cock would penetrate. At the bottom of each thrust, Emily's face was smashed into the pillow and she would let out a grunt as she felt his cock ram deeper and deeper She could feel his balls were slapping against the top of her pussy at the bottom of each stroke. Even though she had just had three fairly rapid orgasms she could feel the tingle of another brewing in her belly. As it built inside her she lowered her ass a little so that his thrusting cock rubbed along her insides at a different angle causing more friction inside her. That was enough to set her off and she screamed as her body was wracked with an even more intense orgasm. On the third contraction of her vaginal walls, he let out an animal grunt and bottomed out inside her shooting another load of semen inside her pulsating pussy. They both were locked together in the thrones of orgasmic release, he pumping and she squeezing. 

Finally with one last thrust and spurt, he was finished and lie still draped over her sweaty back. He lie there for three or four deep breathes and then pulled his spent cock out of her and pulled her head around where he shoved his slimy cock into her open gasping mouth.

Emily could do nothing but suck it into her mouth and lick the cum from his now shrunken cock, balls and matted pubic hair. Emily looked up and saw it was Allen who had just fucked her for the second time.

When he was satisfied that she had cleaned him enough, he pulled away and Emily collapsed on her side gasping for air. She could only moan a feeble "No, not yet!" when another man grabbed her legs and rolled her onto her back again. This time though he spread her legs and lifted her feet up and over her head, pushing her feet to where she was bent almost double. In this position, her pussy was spread open as well as her ass-hole was exposed! She could hardly breathe in this position and could barely beg him not to fuck her ass. That was not his target though He asked the other to hold her feet and standing up on his knees, he shoved his hard cock deep into her pussy while holding on to the back of her knees. The man holding her feet back over her head pulled her face so she was looking in an almost straight up position and shoved his cock down her throat.

Both men had a clear view of Emily's pussy, ass, tits and face as they set their rhythm to alternately shove as deep as they could and then pull out until only the head of their cock remained in her pussy and mouth.

Emily was powerless to stop them; she had to concentrate on breathing and not gagging as the swollen cock drove deep down her throat. She could also feel the other cock drive so deep into her that when he bottomed against her womb, it sent shocks of pain throughout her whole body. She had to will herself to relax and hope that this would not last much longer. When she felt the one in her pussy increase his pace, she braced herself for his climax. When it came, she felt as though she was being split apart. Pulse after pulse flowed inside her, she didn't know how she could hold all the cum that had been pumped inside her in the last couple of hours. 

Just as he was finished, the one thrusting in her mouth shoved his cock deep down her throat and held it there as he shot pulse after pulse down her throat. Emily had not been prepared for this long of a thrust and was taken by surprise with nearly empty lungs. As her vision began to fade, her body gave an involuntary shudder and she coughed and sucked a glob of his cum down into her lungs. Her rasping cough/gag caused the guy to yank his now spent cock out of her mouth just as she coughed again bringing up the cum from her wind-pipe and lungs. With no strength to fully expel the gooey mess, she let it slide out of her mouth and down her cheek.

As she lay there catching her breath, Chris and Bryan moved her around so they could both have access to her open pussy. When she was sure she was going to live, she looked at them and said, "Please no more, I'm done, I can't take any more."

Bryan looked at her and said, "Just one more thing and we'll be satisfied, you left a mess on me, clean me up and I'll be gone."

Emily knew from previous times, that she was expected to suck and lick them clean. Knowing she could get done and stop this madness she agreed.

Before she knew it, she was placed in the feet over her head position again, with her pussy gaping open. Bryan took his now limp cock and pushed his whole cock and balls into Emily's opening as he pushed on her belly expressing the loads of cum that had been deposited inside her. Gobs of white stringy liquid were pushed out of her and Bryan thoroughly coated his cock and balls with the messy mixture. He then moved himself to Emily's mouth and lowered himself over her. Her nose was practically shoved in his ass-hole and his balls entered her mouth first. She sucked and licked as he moved forward and back to give her access to all the spunk he had smeared on his privates. He slid back far enough to cause Emily to lick his hairy ass hole and he lowered his ass over her mouth and told her to clean that while she was there. While Bryan was being cleaned, Chris was coating his cock and balls in the same way that Bryan had in preparation to also be cleaned. When Bryan moved away, Chris took his place over Emily's mouth and she repeated the cleaning process on him as well, cock, balls, and ass-hole.

Then to Emily's horror, they both repeated the process again. They were enjoying this final degrading of the woman they had just so recently ravished. 

Their final insult was to stick their fingers deep inside Emily and scoop gobs of cum out of her pussy and feed it into her mouth so she could suck and lick every drop of the nasty mess from them.

Finally they were satisfied and left the room.

Emily could hear them laughing in the next room, she could only wonder what they were saying and what they now thought of her. She was so humiliated, what she thought was going to be a funny evening of innocent teasing had somehow gotten terribly out of control. Worst of all she felt that so much of it was her fault, that somehow she was encouraging them to do more and more. She wished that she had not drunk so much. She wished she had not let them talk her into taking off all her clothes and she certainly wished she had not stripped each of them and asked them to fuck her. How was she going to face any of them again, and how was she going to face Jim and tell him what she had let them do to her?

She heard the front door close and it got suddenly quiet. She remembered she was at Allen's place so she hoped that Chris and Bryan had left. She was sure she couldn't take any more sex; the last two had nearly been too much for her. It seemed that every time the violence increased, the last with Chris and Bryan had been rape. 

Allen had been forceful, but there was still some gentleness to his fucking. Emily still felt Allen had taken advantage of the situation, but he had at least been gentle. She can't hold him totally responsible, after all she had asked to be fucked and she had had two massive climaxes with him. She still hoped that she would not have to do anything else tonight.

Allen entered the room and sat on the bed beside Emily. She looked up at him and suddenly began to cry. "Are you okay? Bryan and Chris were bragging about how hard they fucked you. Did they hurt you? I shouldn't have left you alone in here with the two of them. I didn't think that they were going to gang up on you. Oh God, Emily I am so sorry. It wasn't supposed to go this far."

"We thought that maybe you would stop us when we brought you here. We had planned to just let you sleep it off and wake up in the morning and we were going to kid you about flashing us your tits. We never imagined that you would let us take off all your clothes. None of us dreamed that you would get naked without Jim being here. I know that deep inside I hoped that I'd get to see you naked, or at least look at your tits, but when you took off your bra and panties, and just stood there in front of us, God, I just quit thinking then."

"Emily, please forgive me, I don't want to lose you and Jim as a friend."

Emily couldn't stop crying. She felt so embarrassed and humiliated. She felt so responsible for the whole thing. She wanted to hate all three of these so-called friends, but somehow she couldn't, she was just so tired. 

Allen slid closer to Emily's shivering body. She crawled up into his arms and cried even harder. She knew she reeked of sex from the three men. Her face and hair were caked with their cum. Her mouth and lips were sticky, hell she was sticky from her knees up to the top of her head from the loads of cum that was deposited in her and then head and smeared all over her. She wondered how Allen could stand to hold her she was such a smelly sticky slut.

Emily finally calmed down as Allen held her and stroked her hair. She said between sobs, "I am so embarrassed. (Sob) I am so ashamed of myself. (Sob) What are people going to think of me? (Sob) How can I look at any of our friends? (Sob) Everyone is going to think I am just a slut that fucks around with anybody. (Sob) Oh God Allen what am I going to tell Jim? And she broke down again.

"Shhh, don't blame yourself. We went out with the full intention of getting you falling down drunk. Emily, you don't know how much the three of us talked about how we wanted to see you naked. We all talked about how we would fuck you in a heartbeat if we had the chance. We just never in a million years believed that it would happen. Hell, having you naked here alone with me right now makes my imagination go wild. I can't stop looking at you right now. Holding you naked in my arms is like a dream come true. Hell, I think I must be dreaming right now, and even though it is a nightmare, I don't want to wake up because you are naked in it."

That made Emily laugh, even though she felt so bad. "God Allen, you are such a pig! Look at me I'm a mess! If this is a dream at least dream of me clean and smelling good. I am covered with gobs of drying smelly cum. I'm sweaty and sticky and I've just been fucked and I've sucked cocks and licked ass-holes. And you think I am sexy because I'm naked? God you are terrible! You are just as bad as Jim. What do men think?

With that, Emily rolled away from Allen and burst into uncontrollable laughter.

It must be the stress thought Allen.

"Look Emily, I can't explain this mess. It's done, it's over. It was a big fucking goat-rope mistake! And stop snickering because that was an unintended pun. We'll get this straightened out. I'll make sure that Bryan and Chris never say a word about this to anyone, and I mean anyone under penalty of death. They know I am serious. I'll go with you to explain this to Jim. I'll stay and plead the case until he understands that you are not fully to blame. I know Jim, he is a reasonable man and he loves you more than anything in this world. He will understand and forgiver you, he may kill the three of us, but he will forgive you. He and I have had long talks about you and his relationship and how he loves to see you, you know expose yourself. He is so proud of you and your body. He has told me many times that he wishes that you would just strip and go naked 100% of the time. Do you know how crazy that makes me feel? When he talks about you and your body, all the blood drains from my head to my cock. I have to come home and beat off every time I see you. Fuck! In short you drive me crazy. I know you do that to a lot of other men too."

"God Allen, am I that much of a slut? Do I show off too much and give the wrong impression?"

"No, no, not at all, just the opposite, we can see that you are totally unaware of it. It isn't something you do; it is what you don't do. Plus just look at yourself. You are drop dead beautiful! Your face, your hair, your tits, your ass, your legs, fuck Emily, there isn't any part of you that doesn't drive any man with blood flowing through their veins absolutely crazy with lust."

"I just have to say this again, Allen you are such a pig, a bullshitting pig at that! I gotta love you for it, but you are an incurable pussy hound, and a pig!"

Allen threw up his hands in surrender and looked like a little boy caught beating off in the bathroom. "Guilty as charged. But that still doesn't make what I said about you any less true."

Okay, its 3:30 a.m. and it is agreed that you're a smelly mess. First you go and shower all that cum off your body. Then get dressed in as little as you will allow yourself to be seen in at this late hour and we'll go and get some food at some all night dinner where we'll talk about what to do next. Then you will either let me take you home or you'll come back here and finish paying off your bet. Just to let you know I haven't forgotten about the terms. I still have you until noon."

Emily groaned as she crawled off the bed and Allen guided her to the bathroom. "Do you need help cleaning all that cum off of and out of your body?"

"You wish. I can see right through you, Buddy, you just want to get in the shower with me and run those lecherous hands all over me in the pretence of washing me. Ain't no way! A woman has to have a little privacy cleaning herself up." Emily then turned and gave Allen an approving smile, "Thanks anyway." and kissed him on the cheek. 

Allen wondered just how transparent he really was. He really did want to take Emily into the shower and feel her naked body completely. The idea of her soft skin and the soapy bubbles made his cock start to grow again. He just reached down grabbing himself and said under his breath, "Sorry guy, not this time."




The Wager



Emily Showered and scrubbed the drying cum off her body and shampooed it from her hair. She used the hand sprayer to thoroughly wash her pussy to get all the cum that had been shot up into her out. She was actually beginning to feel half human and not quite so drunk by the time she finished. Only time would totally sober her up so she was still well past the state of intoxication. Her thinking was clearing, but had a ways to go before she was fully rational.

Probably due to her state of mind, she dressed in a thin tee shirt and short (not really mini) skirt and slip-on tennis. What made her decide not to wear underwear would later elude her.

When Allen saw her, he was shocked and secretly pleased at her lack of clothing. Her tits were moving around way too much for him to ignore. 

Emily noticed his looks and scolded him, "Gawd man, put your tongue back in your mouth and take me out to feed me. It was your idea to go out and now I'm starving."

Allen knew of an all-night diner that served breakfast 24 hours a day. Mostly at this hour there would be truckers and an occasional drunk trying to sober up there. The food was good, the atmosphere was so-so. 

When they walked in, Emily saw that she was the only woman there amongst the 15 to 20 customers and half dozen workers. The blasting air conditioner immediately brought her nipples to full attention. Attention was what Emily was getting lots of too.

Still feeling the liquor, Emily put a little extra bounce in her step, which was immediately transferred, to her breasts. When she slid into the booth, she was more than casual about opening her legs letting a group of truckers and the counter manager see that there was nothing hiding what was under her skirt. She even returned their smiles when they finally looked up at her face.

Emily couldn't believe how hungry she was and ate eggs, bacon, hash brown potatoes and a stack of pancakes, without a second thought. Due to all she had to drink that night and the cups of coffee she was guzzling it was no wonder that she had to make three trips to the ladies room. Every male in the establishment closely watched every step and bounce of her trip through the diner. Each time she slid out of or back into the booth one could almost feel the air being sucked into the lungs of the men lucky enough to be sitting where they could see her legs and up her short skirt. For some reason, not a man left while she was there.

"Okay, I'm full, I'm getting sleepy and somewhat sobered up. So before I change my mind, take me back to your place and let me sleep. I mean sleep, not screw my brains out, that was done earlier tonight. I'll make you a deal, just to get this wager thing gone and done with. I'll strip and let you ogle me all you want, you can even be naked yourself if you want. I don't mind looking at a strange cock and balls myself. I'll let you snuggle with me, but no fucking allowed. My pussy is too tender at the moment and now I can somewhat think straight I don't think it would be appropriate to have sex without Jim being aware. If your balls get too tight that you think they will burst, jack off; I'll even watch if you want me to, just no fucking. That's the deal or if that is unacceptable, you can take me home."

I know I'm going to suffer unimaginable pain, but let's get out of here and go to my place."

When they went to pay, the counter manager said that the bill was taken care of and anytime he wanted to bring the young lady back, they could eat free. He winked and said, "If you know what I mean."

Emily actually blushed. She was really sobering up and the realization was sinking in as to what she was purposefully doing. 

The trip back to Allen's place was quiet; Emily leaning against the passenger door trying hard not to fall asleep while Allen drove deep in thought.

He was trying to figure out just exactly had happened tonight with respect to he, Emily and his best friend Jim. He couldn't believe that a silly wager over a baseball game had actually progressed to a full blown drunken gangbang of his buddy's wife. He had actually screwed his buddy's wife! Hell screwed is putting it mildly, fucked the living hell out of her is more like it. He winched when he thought that raped is an even better word. Not only had he taken her, he had let two other men fuck her even more savagely. He could have stopped it. He should have stopped it. Then the vision returned of Emily standing in front of the three men swaying drunkenly to the music. God how he had wanted to just get a look see at her luscious tits. Then her dress was on the floor and she was in nothing but her bra and panties. He knew he wanted to just see her; he couldn't stop there, just a little bit more. And suddenly she was naked and she was kneeling in front of him and taking off his clothes and sucking his cock. He just wanted a little bit more and then he would stop everything, but he didn't stop it, he let it continue. He wasn't sure that it wasn't over yet. There she was sitting across from him in hardly any clothes, going back to his place. She had said she would strip naked for him to see again. Could he trust himself to just look this time? He knew he should just take her home to her husband, but he also knew he couldn't do that either, just like he couldn't stop anything else that had happened that evening. 

When they arrived, Emily sleepily followed Allen inside. He had barely closed the door when she pulled off her top and stepped out of her skirt, leaving her totally naked in front of him.

Look all you want, you've seen it up close and personal before. I'm going to sleep.

With that she staggered into his bedroom and flopped spread-eagle on her back on the bed and was asleep.

Allen followed her in and just stood by the bed looking at the beautiful naked woman spread out in front of him. He couldn't take his eyes off her perfect breasts and neatly trimmed pubic region. He wanted to burn the image in his mind forever. On impulse, knowing he was going to violate his trust with her and Jim once again, he quietly took out his camera and started taking pictures from every angle. Parts of her he took extreme close-ups. Emily was so deeply asleep that she never once was disturbed by the flash of the camera or the gentle repositioning movements Allen made to her body. It wasn't until he had stripped himself and had crawled next to her that she rolled on her side facing away from him that she stirred from her origional sprawled position. Much to Allen's pleasure, Emily wiggled so his erection slid into her butt-cheeks and nestled next to her warm vagina. She pulled one of his hands to her breasts and the other to her pubic mound, sighed and fell deeper into sleep. Allen lay awake for a long time just caressing her with his hands before he finally fell asleep too. 

Shortly after 9:00 Emily's stirring woke Allen from a wonderful dream, one where he was making love to his best friend's wife. He jumped when he realized that there was indeed a naked woman in bed with him. It took him a couple of seconds to realize that the woman was indeed his best friend's wife.

"Hey, let go of me unless you want me to pee all over the bed and you too. I might be a little kinky, but golden showers are not my thing, at least not first thing in the morning. Come-on, move it buddy!"

Allen untangled himself from her and watched captivated as she bounced out of bed and walked quickly to the bathroom. God how he loved the look of her ass! She didn't close the door and he heard her sigh as she emptied her bladder, flush and then turn on the shower.

Emily stuck her head out of the bathroom and said, "I will absolutely love you forever if you make some coffee while I shower. Please oh please," and then flashed him a wicked little smile. 

Allen would have held up a Starbucks for her had she only asked him to do so.

He crawled out of bed, hesitated and then hearing Emily already in the shower, walked in the bathroom to relive his aching bladder. Seeing her behind the clear shower doors made it difficult to start his stream with his growing erection. 

Emily saw Allen come in the room and stuck her head out just as his stream started full.

Woo-Hoo, caught you didn't I? Always let your ladies watch you pee? By the way, nice package ya got there mister.

Allen caught and immediately embarrassed for intruding on her shower could only stammer, " Oh Hell, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to piss right in front of you, It's just I had to go so bad and I thought you wouldn't notice if I was quick. I'm sorry."

"Oh for God's sake, chill out. It's not like I haven't ever seen a guy take a leak before. I think it's a little cute seeing a guy standing there holding his thingy. Don't hide it, I wanna see. I was just going to tell you that I like my coffee black with one teaspoon of sugar, if you don't mind." 

Allen quickly finished, flushed and grabbed his Boxers as he headed to the kitchen to make the coffee. He was standing there with his first cup half gone when Emily walked into the room, hair still damp, but still naked as the day she was born. When Allen couldn't take his eyes off her nakedness, she said, "Guess you like my outfit, huh? 

You gonna lose those boxers or am I going to have to find something to slip into? I hate being the only undressed person in the room."

It took Allen all of two seconds to peel out of his underwear and send them sailing in the general direction of the bedroom. "That better?"

Allen couldn't believe how easily he talked to her as they stood at the breakfast counter and drank cups of coffee. He loved how her breasts hung over the counter as she leaned forward. He wondered if her nipples were always so erect and hard. Did she know she was driving him crazy just standing there naked?

"Okay time to get serious, what are we going to tell Jim about last night? You know I have to tell him. I never keep secrets from him, and I never will. So how do we tell him so he doesn't kill the three of you and kick my ass out in the street?"

"Emily, I am so sorry about what happened last night. I want to take full responsibility for everything and let Jim do what he feels best to me and the others. I'm going to tell him that we got you so drunk that you didn't know what was happening until it was all over. I'll make sure that he won't hold you to blame. Look it was wrong for the three of us to set you up the way we did. I think we all deep inside wanted to seduce you, but I never in a million years thought it would happen. If I had known, I never would have done what I did. You can't know how bad I feel inside right now because of what we did to you. I just don't understand why you are being so nice to me right now. I mean why are you still here in my house and why are you still letting me see you naked?"

"Look Allen, you are not the sole blame, be realistic, we all are responsible for what happened, even Jim is somewhat to blame. Remember it was him who brought up the wager in the first place. He could have stopped it before it started, I even asked, begged him to not make me do this but he wanted me to know what it meant to "Play hard-ball with the big boys" I'm to blame, I was flattered by all the attention. Don't you know I knew you all were all slobbering all over yourselves trying to look down my cleavage and up my dress? I know how I get when I drink too much, and I know when to stop before I get there. I didn't stop; I was having too much fun."

Why am I still here and why am I still naked? Allen, I know how much you have wanted me. You are so transparent. A woman knows. You have always been a gentleman around me and have treated me like someone special. Maybe it's because of that that I wasn't afraid to let go. I trusted you, I still do."

"Fine lot of good it did to trust me, I let you down when I should have done something. Emily I let you down. Yes I have always wanted you; I have wet dreams about you. I've even thought about you while making love to another woman. Now to hear you say that you knew and trusted me, how can you even stand to be around me?"

"Allen, Allen, Allen, You don't understand, I know that a man only thinks with his big head 10% of the time, the rest he lets that little one do his thinking. All the little one wants is pussy, pussy, and more pussy. Women know that, at least the smart ones find out about that early in life. Most of the time we let you do to us only what we want to do. Yes, I admit I can be talked into doing things that I wouldn't normally even consider. Let me give you and example, Jim likes me to show off my body, you know a little T&A. I was appalled at the thought of showing any man other than my husband my private parts. But after repeated mentioning the subject, he talked me into a little exhibition. I thought I would die from embarrassment, but you know what I also got a sexual thrill out of it. It was fun. It is fun. Under the right situation, I love being the center of attention. I get off being looked at by other men. So you see, I wanted to strip in front of you three, deep down inside I wanted you to look at me I wanted to tease and please you. I was thinking of Jim when I took off my clothes. I was thinking that he would have wanted me to do it if he was there. Yes, it went too far, but you weren't the only one to blame so deal with it"

"Why am I still here and why am I still naked? Its because you are still you and Allen, I still trust you and you are still a gentle, gentle man, and I know how much it means to you to see me naked. This is your opportunity, I can't say for sure that you will ever have another opportunity so look and remember. 

"Allen, let's just sit down with Jim and tell him the truth, we went out, had dinner, danced, we all drank way more than we should have, and ended back here at your place. One thing lead to another and I ended up naked and we all ended up having sex. It wasn't right and it wasn't planned. We all regret it and wish it had never happened. No one person is to blame, and no one of us, including Jim, is totally innocent. That's the story and that's the truth, right?"

"I have only one request and that is for you to call Chris and Bryan right now and tell them how distraught I am over this whole thing and that if they even breathe a word of this to anyone, even their priest, I will scream rape and have them in jail so fast that they won't have time to kiss their asses good-bye. Tell them nothing can ever be said about what they did to me. No bragging about their exploits. Tell them you have worked out a deal with me to tell Jim and try to keep things calm and quiet. Tell them if Jim doesn't like our story, and you know there is that slight possibility, them the gig is up and it's every man for himself. Do that and I'll have a surprise for you before you take me home and we confess this mess to my husband. Okay?"

Allen would have done anything Emily asked at that point, short of murder, and maybe even that too. Being that he fully agreed with her plan made his calls all that more sincere. He knew the key was to keep his two friends from spreading the story of what they had done. While he made the calls, Emily packed her clothes and set out what she was going to wear home in a little while. He was just finishing the second call when she returned to him, still naked to his relief. "I convinced them that we had committed a major fuck-up, no pun intended, and needed to keep quiet and have our stories straight to keep out of major trouble. They agreed to let me try to handle the Jim alone, big of them I thought those chicken bastards. They do want to get together just us three soon to talk about what to do next. I told them that we'll know more after I talk to Jim."

"Perfect, I knew you could do it. Now for your reward for a job well done, hurry we don't have too much time."

With that Emily knelt in front of Allen and took his swelling cock in her warm mouth and started to gently draw it in until her nose was buried deep in his pubic hair. On the out-stroke she would increase the suction and run her tongue down the entire length of his straining manhood. She would suck any pre-cum that she could get and try to force the point of her tongue down his pee-hole. She repeated this over and over increasing the tempo until Allen had no control and cried to her that he was cumming. He needn't have wasted his breath, Emily could feel his shaft grow and begin to pulse as he sent his hot sperm into her waiting mouth. Allen was literally blown off his feet, luckily he fell back to sit on his sofa. 

Emily was not quite finished as she pushed him sideways and over on his back and straddled his head. She placed her now wet pussy directly over his mouth and told him, "Now it's your turn to satisfy me. Look close and lick away, it won't take long, I'm nearly there already."

True to form, it only took a few minutes of feasting on her lovely open pussy lips and nibbling on her swollen clit before her body stiffened and she was wracked by a shuttering climax.

"That was the perfect ending, now I have to go in and wash my pussy and get some clothes on. I don't think Jim will be quite up to you bringing me home naked and with a sticky pussy. Not with what else we have to tell him. You go get dressed too. It wouldn't be too cool for you to show up dangling that thing like it is, especially with that silly grin you have on your sticky face. Come on time to move. Gotta go home to my husband!"

The trip to Emily and Jim's only took 20 minutes and very few words were spoken. Emily was trying to decide what her first words would be and Allen just replayed in his mind the pictures of the woman sitting beside him. He would look over at Emily, now dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top, she would smile and he would have a flashback of her standing naked in front of him. He hoped he would never forget those images. He remembered the photos he had taken of her earlier, a little embarrassed for violating her trust, he was never-the-less glad he had secretly taken them.

They parked in to the driveway and Emily took her bag and with Allen in tow, she went to the door, opened it and walked in. Jim had heard the car drive in and was waiting for her just inside the door. Emily dropped her bag and took two fast steps and was in her husband's arms, smothering his face with kisses.

"God, I'm glad to be home, never again am I going to let you talk me into something as ridiculous as that, never!"

Spinning her around to get a look at his sexy wife, Jim said, "Well, you don't seem to have suffered any major injuries, there are no visible tattoos and your hair is still the same length and color. You don't seem any worse for wear, Allen here must have treated you right. Come on let's sit and have a beer and you two can fill me in on all the sordid details. That is if you really want to," Jim teased.

"Sweetheart, we do need to sit down and we are going to tell you everything that happened. You deserve to know, I just hope you are not upset with what you hear. You get the beer; we'll be waiting in the den."

Jim got the beers and when he returned to the den Allen was sitting in a chair and Emily was sitting on the sofa. Jim sat beside Emily. 

"Jim, Honey, please hear us out, before you make a decision. Things didn't go exactly as I had planned and they didn't go exactly as Allen here planned either. Things kind of got carried away. Some things happened that wasn't planned and I hope you will forgive me for what I did. Allen here wasn't fully to blame either, you see Bryan and Chris somehow got into the act and things just got out of hand."

"We couldn't decide who was going to take Emily out, we all wanted to so decided to all pitch in and go together. We thought it would be more fun." Allen quickly interjected.

Jim's emotions started to shift from humor and funny to concern to anger and fear for his wife as the two tried to get the story started. "Okay, I'm trying to understand, something went wrong, what was it? Emily are you alright? Did these guys hurt you? Are you all in trouble? Come on, tell me what happened, you are really beginning to worry me."




The Wager



"Please, Honey, I'm fine, and nobody's in trouble. It is just that some things got a bit out of hand for a little while. Everything is okay now. Just try to stay calm while we tell you what we all did. You know I'll never hide anything from you. Just trust me and listen. Okay?"

"As long as you are alright, I do trust you and I love you."

"Okay, here it goes. Allen picked me up and we went to the mall so I could pick out a new outfit. There we met up with Bryan and Chris. Like they said they couldn't decide who would take me out so they decided to all go together. They were real gentlemen and sat through hours of me trying on clothes before we decided on a dress. I think you will like it too."

Taking a sip of beer to moisten her mouth Emily continued, "We went to Allen's house and sat around having wine and talking until it was time to go to dinner. I dressed, alone with no extra help I will add, and they took me to a very nice dinner where we had a fantastic time eating, laughing and drinking. Next they took me to a club where there was a band and you know how I get when I've been drinking, I must have been dancing every number. There were three of them to dance with after all. Well, you know how I am when I dance; I sometimes get carried away and drink a little too much. I was dancing a lot and I didn't realize how much I had drunk. I honestly believe the others didn't realize how much they been consuming either."

"Well by closing, I was well past my limit. We went back to Allen's. I just wanted to crash, but when we got there I had another drink and there was music and I just let the music go to my head."

"Honey, this is the part I don't really want to admit, but I swore never to hide anything from you. You know how you always want me to show off a little in front of your friends? Well I just kept thinking about how you always seem to want me to loosen up and show a little more along. Someone, I don't know who, none of us can remember, loosened my dress and it was just hanging on me."

Jim was torn by the story being told to him, on one hand he was getting angrier by the moment both at his friends for taking advantage of his wife while he was not there, and at Emily for letting herself get out of control. On the other hand, he knew he was partially to blame because he had started the stupid wager and had encouraged Emily to go along with it. Hell, encourage, he practically forced her to go along. What did he expect? What he didn't expect was to be excited by the prospect of his wife being put in a position where she might have done some things that he had fantasies about doing to her. 

Jim interjected, "So you're telling me what? That you took off your dress? What else happened?"

"They asked me to take it off. They said they had seen me in smaller swimsuits before and I just agreed that they had. It didn't seem to be such a big deal after all. I was still covered. You always wanted me to do things like that and I just wanted to please you. I thought you would have wanted me to do it.'

Jim just shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Emily's logic was that she was doing what he wanted her to do. He couldn't believe that he actually did want to hear that is what she did.

"I took off my dress' Honey I stood in front of them in my bra and panties and I was enjoying being looked at. I kept thinking what you would tell me to do and I just wanted to make you happy."

"The alcohol was doing the talking and the guys were asking to see just a little more so I thought it wouldn't hurt so I took off my bra and showed them my tits. Jim you are always talking about me showing off my tits and I did, I just wish you had been there to tell me if I was doing right or wrong. I had had too much to drink to know myself."

"Did, did anything else happen? Tell me you stopped there, you did, didn't you?"

"Oh, Jim, I took off everything, I stripped naked and showed them all of me. I just stood there and let them look at me and touch me and I was so confused. It began to feel really good; I didn't want them to stop."

Jim was flabbergasted. He never thought that Emily would let things go so far. He just heard that his wife had stripped totally naked in front of three of his male friends and that she didn't try to hide any part of her body from them. Now she had admitted that they felt her up as well. His heart was beating in his throat and his erection was about to burst in his shorts."

"I'm afraid to ask, did anything else happen?"

"Jim, Oh Honey, I don't know how it happened but, Oh God how do I say this, I had sex with them, Oh God, Honey, Jim, I'm so sorry!" Emily had finally broken down and was crying uncontrollably. 

"You fucked them! You fucked all three of them? How could you let that happen?

Emily, why? Allen, why, how could you let that happen? Maybe if it was just you, I know how you are always drooling over Emily, but to let the other two to fuck her as well. It was a fucking gang-bang! Was this planned? Did you three plan to get my wife so shit faced drunk that you could take turns fucking her? Allen, Is that what you did?"

Allen now ashen faced at his friends anger, he knew how livid he would be if Emily were his wife. "No, I don't know, nothing like that was planned. Yes, I admit we talked about how much we all wanted to see some of Emily. You know how we all look at her. Fuck man, we all undress her with our minds. I just thought it was all bullshit, that nothing would happen. I would never have let anything happen to her, I admit, God Damn it, I love her too. Jim I can't tell you how it happened, or why I didn't stop it. All I know is all of a sudden she was taking off her dress and then she was taking off her bra and panties and she was naked and the next thing I remember, God Damn-it man We had all had her. 

"Jim, Allen made them quit, He made them leave. They wanted to stay and play all night but he made them leave. I know it's bad, but it could have been worse."

"How could it be worse? They took turns fucking you!"

"They could have kept on doing it. They could have called their friends, they wanted to. There's lots more they could have done, but Allen wouldn't let them, he made them leave."

Jim tried to get control. He was pissed at his friends and equally pissed at himself for putting his wife in this position. What did he expect? Would he have done the same in a similar situation/? He didn't know anymore. He looked at his friend sitting there. He could tell by Allen's posture that he was dying inside. He knew if they had come in and admitted that just the two of them had screwed he probably wouldn't have been upset. He had even thought of sharing Emily with Allen. But was this the same? How much blame did each one of these people deserve? Somehow he couldn't bring himself to hold Allen completely responsible. Nor could he blame Emily, she was just trying to please him by doing what she thought he wanted her to do. Maybe she was right. The picture in his mind of her being gang-banged wasn't all that bad. He only wished he could have been there to see her being taken. Maybe that was the problem, he secretly wanted to see Emily striped and on display and doing taboo things with other men. He couldn't put the blame on her; He loved her too much to lose her.

"Allen," Jim started, "I've got a lot of thinking and talking to do. I don't hold you totally to blame, you aren't Mr. Clean, but I think you just got caught up in something that should have been stopped, but wasn't. You did help Emily, you took advantage, but you did more good than harm. I'm going to leave it at that for now. As far as the other two, I'm still trying to work that out. Emily's my wife; I love her more than anything in the world, always have, and always will. Nothing will ever change that. We have a lot to talk about. Come by in a couple of days, we will have worked it out by then and I can sit down and talk more rationally then." 

Allen stood, a shaken man, he had just come close to losing the two people that meant the most to him. He couldn't talk; he was still wracked with shame for what he didn't do, and for what he did. When Jim extended his hand, he nearly choked a sob but took his friends hand and they wordlessly squeezed hands. With a nod, he turned and was gone.

Emily still crying softly looked up and softly asked, "Oh Jim, can you ever forgive me?"

Jim looked at his lovely wife and his heart melted. "There is nothing to forgive; you were caught up in a mess that got out of hand. You were more right than you can imagine. You did just what I most likely would have asked you to do. I know I have pushed you into doing things you aren't comfortable doing. You do them because I ask you to do. I love you for that. When I wasn't there, you did what you thought I would want. How can I be angry at you for that? I'm as much to blame as any of you, maybe more so. Maybe I'm just upset because I wasn't there. Maybe I would have liked to have seen most of what happened. I know I could have stopped it anytime. I can't say for sure I would have, I just don't know."

"Honey, I love you, you know that. I want you to know that I'll do anything you ask me to do. I only want to please you. You've asked me to do things outside my comfort zone and I have tried. Sometimes I'm so embarrassed I could die, but you know what, when I think back I usually get so turned on that all I want to do is ravish you. I don't tell you that sometimes I want you to tell me to do more and more. We aren't so different. I'm just more timid to admit my fantasies; I need someone like you to tell me what to do sometimes. Listen to me, I will promise to do anything you ask, anything." 

"It doesn't look like either of us has learned our lesson. It sounds like we might be getting in trouble again. I can't promise that I won't embarrass you at times." Jim held her against him tightly.

"Umm good" she purred. "We need to get a safe word just between ourselves just to keep each other under control. Something to have us stop and consider what we are doing and then if we agree we will either stop or go the next step."

"So we're both okay with being a little off the wall? I'll stop if you want me to," Jim questioned.

"If it makes you happy, then I never want to stop. I admit I like it too, let's just take it a step at a time. I'll try my best to do whatever you want. I only ask that you never stop loving me."

"Not a chance."

***************

Two days later when Allen dropped by after Jim called him to come over, he was surprised and shocked to have Emily answer the door completely naked, wearing only a smile. 

"Come in, Boy do we have some new things to tell you about. Jim, Honey, Allen's here.

I thought you were the pizza we ordered. I should be here any minute. Go on back to the pool; I'll bring it along when it gets here."

Allen just muttered okay as he met his friend by the pool. He had just fished a cold beer from the cooler when Emily came out holding two large pizza boxes in her arms. Still naked as the day she was born, Allen wondered what the pizza boy must have thought.

Jim smiled at his friend and said, "Well Allen, what do you think?" tilting his head towards his smiling wife. 

At a loss for words Allen could only shake his head and say, "Wow! I don't know what to say. I mean I never expected to ever see Emily like this again, but Wow!"

After you left and we talked things over, Emily finished the story of you two going to the diner. She told me how she was dressed then and what she was doing. She also told me about you two going back to your place where she decided to strip and walk around naked for you. She said how you two slept together naked but that she wouldn't let you fuck her, and that you didn't even try. Man you have more will power than I would have had. I would have at least tried something."

"I wanted to, fuck ya, I wanted to, but I made an agreement and come hell or high water, I meant to try to keep it." Allen admitted. 

"Bet your balls were about to explode?"

"You can't even imagine. You get to see her every day. That was my first and I thought last time I'd ever see her that way. Can I ask a silly question?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Why now? I mean I would have guessed that you two would not want me or anyone seeing Emily this way."

"Allen, let me try to explain," Emily said, "it's kind of confusing and won't totally make sense to most people. It's like this, Jim likes to expose me, and you probably figured that out by now anyway. I'll let him explain his reasons. I've come to realize that even though it embarrasses me to do it; I get a tremendous thrill having him do it. I guess you could call it being an exhibitionist. I kinda like showing off my body to other men. Like for instance, the pizza boy just now, he must have been all of 16-17 years old. I'd never even think of being naked in front of someone like that, but Jim suggested that I should just do it. I was about to pee myself before he came. I didn't know if I really could or not. When I saw it was you here first, I was relieved; you had seen me like this at least. When he finally did come, my nipples were so hard they actually hurt! My knees were shaking and I didn't know what to say or do. When he looked at me I thought I would run and hide, but by then it was too late, so I just stood there and let him look and then took the pizza, paid him and said thanks and closed the door. I think he was more scared than I was. I can't tell you how exciting it was to do that!"

Jim now took over the explanation, "Allen, it's kinda like this, I love seeing her naked. If it were up to me she would never wear clothes again. That's not possible, and it might after a while become too common to have her nude all the time. We've agreed to try for a while to play a little game so to speak. Whenever the opportunity comes along, Emily will flash some part of her body for other men to see. She wants me to suggest it to her whenever I see an opportunity.

So you are telling me that you two are playing a little game between the two of you and whenever you," indicating Jim, "tell her to expose herself," looking at Emily, "you will?"

"Yup," Said Emily smiling.

That is about the size of it," Jim replied.

"Cool, I don't know why, but cool. But back to my original question, why right now, what's going on?"

"Emily told me how much you wanted to see her naked the other day and that she said she felt comfortable being this was around you so I figured you deserved to see her around the house just being casual. You've seen her completely before, so it shouldn't be such a big deal."

"Oh, believe me it is a big deal, I'm sorry but seeing you like that is always going to be a big deal. Looking at you will never be boring to me. I'm sorry but looking at you like this, you'll always be naked. Forgive me for staring," Allen said to Emily. 

"Well, that's a problem you'll just have to live with because for now, I'm not going to go out of my way to cover up when you are around. You'll just have to take me as I am. To tell you the truth, when you look at me that way, I mean when you look at naked me, it makes me tingle and my nipples get all hard and pointy. Like they are right now, see."

Emily took her finger and flipped her hardened nipple to show how erect it was. That wasn't really necessary. It was evidently very erect and standing out tight from her breast.

Allen just shook his head and smiled, never taking his eyes off his friends beautiful wife. This would just have to be a cross he would have to bear. How did he get so lucky he wondered?



The Wager



Bill's sexy dream was getting really wonderful when the damn alarm blared. He threw his right hand at the snooze button, desperately trying to keep dreaming. It was not fair to be jarred out of his dream just as Catherine Zeta-Jones was fondling his cock. Bill lost the battle to stay asleep and opened his eyes slowly. Through the haze of sleepy eyes, he saw a shadowy figure bending over him and the bed. Gentle fingers still fondled his scrotum and cock. He thought he heard whispering; the mental fog lifted a bit more and he recognized his wife's voice.

"Good morning, Darling. Do you really want another snooze, or would you rather put this wonderful erection to work?" 

He tried to decide which would feel better, sleep or sex. Sex won hands down. He kissed Sally. "A quickie would be wonderful, Honey. Are you ready?"

"Oh, yeah. I am so wet and ready. Come here and put your big, hard cock in me." She was no longer whispering.

He was surprised when normally quiet Sally became unusually vocal and repeatedly lifted her hips and forced him into a more rapid rhythm. He tried to make love to his wife with long, slow, tender strokes; but she was having none of it. 

"Pound your big cock in me. Oh, that feels so good. My God you are so deep."

Sally's frenetic rhythm had the springs squeaking. Bill was afraid that all the noise would wake their sons at the other end of the hall. His worries lasted only a moment, as his little head took command and he soon forgot everything but their morning romp.

"Faster, Stud, faster." Sally spurred him on. "Oh, Bill. Don't you dare stop. I'm coming. Please. Please. Please. Oh, God!" Her vagina shuddered in orgasm and his cock responded by filling her with cum. Her thrashing gradually slowed and she settled into the bed under him.

Sally pushed him off. "You better get your cute, hairy butt in the shower or you'll be late for work."

He glanced at the clock and his big head realized that she was right. He headed for the bathroom as she pulled on a pair of lacy lilac bikini panties.

After his shower, Bill returned to the bedroom to dress. 

"Come over here." Sally patted the bed beside her. "Today is the day for our little wager."

Bill was puzzled. He searched his memory for what she could possibly mean. It finally dawned on him. A few weeks ago, Sally had been talking about an article in one of those magazines she reads -- never buys -- in the supermarket checkout line. The article said that men think about sex every seven seconds. Bill told her it was just an urban myth. She responded that it didn't matter if it was seven seconds, seven minutes, or seventy minutes; men still spent a lot of time thinking about sex. One thing led to another, and eventually he bet that he could go twenty-four hours without thinking about sex. Sally said "You're on," but then seemingly dropped the topic.

Now Sally sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but a loosely tied terry robe and those lacy lilac bikinis. Bill was sure that there was no way that she could ever know what he thought about all day. Slam dunk. His only worry was that Sally had always been competitive. She had the best won-lost record of all the associates at the law firm where she worked. In fact, her record was better than most of the partners, including the old fart whose name was on the door. 

"Let me explain how this wager is going to work," Sally said and tightened her robe. "You bet you could go twenty-four hours without thinking of sex and I bet you couldn't. I'm going to give you a break. Instead of twenty-four hours without thinking of sex, all you have to do is go twelve hours without an erection. You can think all you want, as long as you stay soft. The loser does whatever the winner wants for one evening. Today is the day because the boys are going to Grandma's house tonight."

"No erection for twelve hours. Piece of cake."

"Not so fast. You don't think I would just take your word for it, do you? Another one of my supermarket magazines provided the definitive test. It is something used to test for physically caused impotence." She licked the last stamp on a partial roll of first class stamps, wrapped the strip around the base of his penis, and glued the loop tight. A quick kiss left a fresh lipstick print on them. "There we go. If Willie gets excited, the perforations will tear and I will have proof. And, I don't want any lame excuses like you were too horny or your jockeys tore them. So I made sure you got your rocks off this morning and I got these for you to wear." She pulled a pair of white silk boxer shorts out of her robe pocket and tossed them on the bed. "Better get a move on. You're already five minutes behind schedule." 

Bill's confidence was sky high. This was still going to be easy. He never got a hard-on at work. Well, almost never. He dressed quickly, gave Sally a quick peck on the cheek, and headed for the garage. The gentle bite of the edge of the stamps combined with the sensation of Willie swinging and rubbing against the silk made him unusually aware of his penis. Glad to be in the refuge of the car and away from the stimulation of walking, he barely noticed the unusual smell.

As he turned from the driveway onto the street, he flipped on the vent fan. Obsession! He should have recognized the scent sooner. Sally's competitiveness must have overwhelmed fair play. She knew full well that Bill thought Obsession was the sexiest perfume on the planet. Their inside joke was that Tommy, the youngest, was conceived in an Obsession fog. Nice try Sally, but not nearly enough. He ran all the windows down and pulled over to the curb. It only took a couple minutes to find the perfume soaked cotton ball in one of the passenger-side vents. He tossed it out the window and continued to work – with all the windows down.

Once ensconced at his desk, Bill's thoughts wandered to the payoff for the wager. It was a big opportunity to win something that Sally normally would not do, especially since the bet was her idea. He wanted a cum-swallowing blow job. It wasn't that Sally wouldn't go down on him; she frequently did. Her technique was magnificent; he got so excited, so carried away that it nearly produced an out of body experience. She did magical things with her tongue while sliding her mouth up and down Willie. But she always stopped too soon; she never let him come in her mouth. Sally refused to explain her reasons any further, but insisted that fellatio was only foreplay. Yes, the prize was obvious: a cum swallowing blowjob.

The stamps did him a favor. They were uncomfortable to the point that Bill did not doze off in the typically boring weekly staff meeting. The boss commented after the meeting that he appreciated Bill's interest in his new initiatives. Yeah, right. His new initiatives were just the old ones recycled with new names. 

Bill checked his personal email on his iPhone when he got back to his desk. He liked having access to his own email account without going through the company server. There was only one message, a note from Sally that said "Hope you're having a quiet day. Thought you might enjoy this. Love, S." It had an attachment named dilbert.gif. When Bill opened it he almost dropped the iPhone. Instead of a cute cartoon about office politics, it was a full color shot of Sally's ass and pussy. She was on her hands and knees on their bed with her face hidden and just a bit of the edge of the dresser showing at the bottom of the shot. Face hidden or not, there was no way he could be mistaken about her identity after all the times he had seen her in that exact position. She apparently had put the digital camera on the dresser and used the camera's timer to take a self portrait. She knew exactly what would make Willie twitch. It almost worked. Willie tired to stretch his bonds, but Bill switched off the iPhone and grabbed the tech manual on the company's latest software offering. One paragraph and Willie was back in Noodlesville.

Other than one tense moment when the new intern's skirt rode up as she squatted to change the toner in the copy machine, the rest of the morning passed without incident. Bill decided to get away for some quiet time at lunch. He headed his Camry toward a favorite barbecue place. With no desire to hear the noon news, he hit the CD button for some favorite music. 

Instead of a soothing Mozart sonata, the speakers blared. "Oh, yeah. I am so wet and ready. 

"Come here and put your big, hard cock in me.

"Pound your big cock in me. Oh, that feels so good. My God you are so deep. 

"Faster, Stud, faster. Oh, Bill. Don't you dare stop. 

"I'm coming. Please. Please. Please. Oh, God!" 

Damn you, Sally. Willie went on point like a dog flushing a covey of quail. Bill ejected the disc as quickly as he could, but not before he had popped a couple perforations on the stamps. Looking at the disk hanging out of the CD player he saw that it had a heart and "How's your day going? Love, S. XOXOXOX," written in red Sharpie. 

Pissed, he grabbed his iPhone and speed dialed Sally. Just as it started ringing, he remembered that she would be in client meetings all day and hung up. Damn you again, Sally. You're not playing fair. But this is going to make the blowjob so much sweeter. When did Sally learn how to use the CD burning software? How did she plant the CD? She has keys to both cars, but she's in client meetings all day. Nothing was beyond her when she wanted to win.

A pulled-pork barbecue sandwich and a Guinness followed by listening to real Mozart did a lot to soothe his ragged nerves. A blinking message light on his desk phone welcomed him back to the office.

A lengthy journey through passwords and menus finally yielded Sally's voice. "Hi, Sweetheart. I saw you on my missed call list, and now it looks like we're playing phone tag. I do hope you're day is not too hard. Are you thinking about the prize? Careful what you wish for. You might get so excited that you lose. What will it be? Maybe cum swallowing oral sex? Has your male been canceled yet? By the way, don't think about buying new stamps. I signed yours on the back. Love you."

What a day. Bill made his way back to the car extremely thankful that the rest of the afternoon had been uneventful, both personally and professionally. The car had a little muskiness left over from the Obsession. Funny, he hadn't noticed it at lunch. He ejected the CD before starting the engine – still Mozart. Better safe than sorry. The rush hour traffic was frustratingly slow, as usual, but tonight Bill wanted to get home before Sally to have a drink and chill and check on those damn stamps. The traffic chopper reported a sun delay around mile marker 127; no big deal, it happened every sunny day. Sure enough, the traffic slowed and the sun angled right in Bill's eyes just at 127. Lost in his normal routine, he pulled the visor down and a pair of lacy lilac bikini panties bounced off his face and into his lap. Bill realized that the muskiness in the car wasn't leftover Obsession after all. It was panties soaked with cum and pussy juices and left to bake all afternoon in the hot car. He fought to quell the expansion of his dick, but another perforation bit the dust. He shoved the panties in his briefcase and finished the drive home wondering if he would get there without tripping any more of Sally's landmines.

"Hello, Darling." Sally's voice came from upstairs as Bill closed the front door.

Damn, there went the drink and recharge time. "Hi, Honey. I thought you had to work late." 

"I took a vacation day so I could give you my full attention. Come on upstairs," she said.

Like a man headed to the gallows, Bill climbed the stairs to the bedroom. Sally was leaning casually against the four-poster footboard dressed in a pale yellow silk nightgown. Although the opaque gown hid Sally's body from direct view, it clung nicely and revealed all of her delightful textures. The smoothness of her breasts, the almost imperceptible color change and the slight bumpiness of areolae, the stiff erections of her nipples. Even the ridges of her kneecaps broke the smoothness of the silk. Bill's eyes, however, quickly zeroed-in a bit higher. Every one of Sally's pubic hairs created a raised squiggle in the silk. Her body was totally obscured but every part demanded attention. He found the gown so much sexier than nudity. It did him in. After the valiant struggle all day, Willie went to full attention and Bill felt the final perforations on the stamps burst.

"I can tell you're really glad to see me. Drop those trousers and let's see how the bet is going."

He loosened his belt and slid his pants and the silk boxers to his knees. The stamps fluttered to the floor like an autumn leaf. "I guess I lose, but you cheated."

"I didn't cheat. I just gave you a few sexy thoughts. But the bet never was about your thoughts, just about your pecker. Time to claim my prize. At first I thought it would be fun to make you clean the bathroom. Then I realized that it wouldn't be in the spirit of the bet. After all, it should be about making me feel good more than about making you feel bad. So, we are going to begin my feel good evening with you taking me to dinner at the Melting Pot. You never took me there because you said it was too girlie. Now put your pants back on and let's start my special evening."

Dinner at the Melting Pot was not at all what Bill expected. Sure, the appetizer was bread dipped in melted cheese, but the main course.... Raw meat and raw seafood skewered on a fork and plunged into boiling liquid. This was as manly as grilling and almost as much fun as cooking live lobsters. The place had a respectable wine list too. Dessert was really nice. Bill loved chocolate, and dessert was fruit and cake dipped into melted chocolate. He had such a good time he almost forgot that he was doing it for Sally.

As they left the restaurant, Sally said. "Take me home and show me how much you love me."

Exactly what Bill had in mind as he piloted the Camry home.





The Wager



"I didn't say I was going down on you. You've already come twice today. This is my special night and I haven't come yet. It's time for you to finish me."

"You want me to go down on you when you're full of cum?"

"Why not? You are always after me to let you come in my mouth. What's the difference? Besides, it is my evening and you agreed to do anything I asked. Are you going to welch on the bet, or are you going to give me some cum swallowing oral sex?"

He had to admit the logic of her argument, damn it. But the lethargy of afterglow had set in and he was just plain drained. "You're right, you do deserve it, but I don't think I could do that either. Let's snuggle."

"You don't get off that easy, big boy. Now roll over. On your back."

He did as she asked and she straddled his head and lowered her wet, dripping crotch to his mouth. Resigning himself to it, he resumed kissing her pussy. He had never thought about licking his own cum before, but once he started he was amazed that he actually liked it. The aroma of Sally's pussy had an extra muskiness to it and she glistened from their combined fluids. Her taste carried an extra edge, a little salty, a little bitter. He could not get enough; he licked every square millimeter of Sally's pussy. In just a few minutes her clit started twitching again. The twitches grew and deepened and turned into spasms in her pussy. Her clit was larger than he had ever seen it, and pulsed with the blood engorging it. Her vagina pumped his cum back out of her pussy and onto his waiting tongue. He was amazed by the strength of her orgasm as her thighs squeezed his head; he just kept licking and kissing until she could not take any more. She rolled off and sighed as she returned to her own side of the bed. 

"Thank you, Darling. You really have made my evening special. Maybe someday you will win a wager. Maybe someday I'll swallow too," she said as she snuggled up against him and dozed off.



The Wager



All characters are at least eighteen years old. 

*

It was the first day after high school graduation, and Michael Kellogg was going to enjoy the next five days of leisure. The following Monday afternoon he would have to start his new job at the local cheese processing plant. His parents, who are day shift supervisors, arranged for him to be hired once he graduated.

Michael had wanted to go to college, but he couldn't keep his grades high enough. It wasn't that he was unintelligent. The young man just hated studying. So, he was stuck doing manual labor until something better came along.

At 6'2", and a hundred ninety five pounds, Michael is a good looking young man. He has wavy brown hair, and a strong jaw line that has always attracted girls. 

Gloria, his girlfriend is so smitten by Michael, that after they turned eighteen, she started letting him have semi-protected sex with her on a regular basis. She would rather that he use condoms, but his extra large cock sometimes caused the condoms to tear during sex. So, she would take her chances, and hopes that the birth control cream keeps her safe from pregnancy. She also makes Michael pull out before he can fill her pussy with his cum.

His over sized cock also caused problems when they first started having sex.

When Gloria first saw the monster, she wanted to back out. 

However, Michael got his girlfriend to agree to try by allowing her to be on top so that she could control the pace of their love making.

It was a slow process at first.

Gloria had to rub her boyfriend's cock head across the entrance of her cunt for nearly ten minutes before she finally got the courage to lower her pussy onto the monster.

When the thick head finally did penetrate her tight hole, the girl felt like a sausage was being stuffed inside her. The twinge of pain from her hymen tearing caused her to whimper.

Gloria was determined though. She loved Michael, and wasn't going to let something like his size stop her from giving him what he wanted.

It took quite some time, but once Michael's cock had completely filled Gloria's stretched pussy, she gazed at her lover with a look of pride.

"We did it," she beamed. "I got all of you inside me."

They went slow the first few times they made love. 

The third time they had sex, Michael exploded into his girlfriend's body. 

Gloria wasn't sure, but something didn't feel right. She eased Michael's dick out of her cunt, only to discover that the pre-lubricated condom had broken.

She freaked out, believing that he'd just impregnated her. Fortunately, her fears were alleviated when she started her period the following week. After that she started using birth control cream as well as making Michael wear pre-lubricated condoms.

When another condom broke a few weeks later, Gloria decided she didn't want to end up with small pieces of latex inside her, so she started letting Michael fuck her bareback, with only the birth control cream for protection. She would make him pull out before ejaculating.

Libby, at nineteen, is a year older than her Brother. She is a well endowed young woman, who gets lots of attention from the local men. Her face is a little wide, yet for some reason that odd feature makes her even more attractive. Libby has shoulder length brown hair, and an infectious smile. She is a bit of a daredevil. One of her favorite hobbies is gambling. Libby will make a bet on just about anything.

Libby also works at the cheese processing plant. She works the second shift; the shift Michael would soon be working, while her parents work the first shift.

As Michael began to wake up, he kicked off the covers, and stretched. Michael had slept in the nude for as long as he could remember. His usual morning erection was standing almost straight up. As the cobwebs began to clear out of his head, the young man reached down and absently stroked his massive cock, like he usually did. 

Libby, who had gotten home sometime after midnight the night before, was also waking up. She was wearing a wife beater T shirt, and a pair of cotton panties. As she sat up, and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, she remembered that the second shift supervisor had told her to have Michael come in to fill out his safety forms.

"Just have your Brother follow you to work," Libby's supervisor had told her. "You can show him to my office before starting your shift."

Libby stretched, and stood up. "I guess I'd better let Michael know what's going on, before he takes off for the day." She didn't bother to dress, since Michael had seen her in her sleeping clothes numerous times. She left her room, and crossed the hall to her younger Brother's door. Still half asleep, she opened the door without thinking to knock.

Michael was still lying on his bed, stroking his morning erection when his older Sister walked in.

"Mike, the second shift supervisor wants..." Libby stopped dead in her tracks. All remnants of sleep instantly disappeared. "What the fuck?"

"Don't you know how to knock?" Michael exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to tell you that Nick wants you to come in this afternoon to fill out some forms and go over safety protocols with him." Libby couldn't take her eyes off her younger Brother's cock.

Michael couldn't help but notice that his Sister was staring. "Haven't you ever seen an erect cock before?" 

She shook her head. "Not a cock that big I haven't. That thing is huge."

Michael shrugged, as he continued stroking his dick. "Yeah, I know, my dick is kind of big."

"Kind of big, are you kidding me? You put a horse to shame." Libby tried to tear her eyes away but she couldn't stop staring at her Brother's massive cock. How the hell do you get that thing inside Gloria?" She asked.

Michael squeezed his monster. "I just take my time. The first few times, I had to go slow with her. But after a while, her pussy stretched enough so that it slides in a little easier each time we fuck. Now, she can take it easily."

Libby stared at the monster. "That thing fits inside her pussy?"

"Yeah, we fuck once or twice a week. We started fucking a few months ago, after we both turned eighteen."

Libby shook her head in disbelief. "Gloria has got to be walking bowlegged by now."

"Nah, a lot of girls can take something this size."

Libby snorted. "You're dreaming little Brother. That thing would split most women's pussies wide open. The head is bigger than my fist. Your dick as got to be at least a foot long."

"A newborn baby is bigger around than my cock, and yet women deliver babies all the time."

"Yes, but they endure hours of agony delivering those babies. I can't see you waiting that long. You probably want to shove it in as quickly as you can."

Michael chuckled. "I've had to learn to be patient. I let Gloria get on top when we first started having sex. She would slowly lower herself onto my cock, taking it in as her pussy adjusted to its size. Once she got adjusted to having my cock in her, I'd roll her over on her back and fuck her missionary style. She has the best orgasms when we fuck." As Michael explained how he fucked his girlfriend, he noticed that his older Sister never took her eyes off his dick. The desire to fuck his older Sister once again roared to life. Michael had wanted to fuck Libby for as long as he could remember. As he looked his scantily clad Sister over a devious thought ran through his mind. "I'll bet if you went slowly at first, you could take a cock this big inside your pussy."

"Oh hell no," Libby shot back. "If I tried to ride a dick that big it would rip me open. Something that thick would never go inside me in the first place."

Knowing Libby's love of gambling, plus her desire to rent a place of her own, Michael made his move. "I'll bet you a hundred bucks that you could take one that big."

"You want to bet me a hundred bucks?" Her gambling bug instantly kicked in. Libby saw a great opportunity to win an easy bet. "Wait a minute, where are we going to find a dick that big to make the bet with?" Libby asked.

Michael smiled at his Sister. "In order to know that you actually tried, I'd have to witness the attempt. So, I guess we'd have to use my dick for the wager."

Libby's gaze left her Brother's dick for the first time. She stared at Michael in disbelief. "There is no way in hell I'm letting you fuck me. That would be a little too weird."

"I didn't say I was going to fuck you Sis. I just said I'd let you try to get my cock in you for the bet. Once you tried, and succeeded, or failed, we'd stop, and one of us would pay up."

Libby was torn between the strangeness of doing this and her desire to win a bet. "I don't know. I wouldn't want something that big inside me. Besides, you don't have a hundred dollars. How do you intend to pay up when you lose?"

"Simple, I'll double the bet if I lose. If you can't get my cock inside you after fifteen minutes, I will pay you two hundred dollars after I get my first paycheck."

"I don't think it would be a good idea for us to be trying this. The idea of having my Brother's dick head at the entrance to my pussy is disgusting."

"You've done more disgusting things than this to win a bet. Remember the time you swallowed six night crawlers to win three hundred dollars?" 

Libby knew Michael was right. She had done some pretty bizarre things in the name of gambling. Once she streaked around the outside of her house in the middle of the afternoon to win fifty bucks from her younger Brother. 

Fortunately her Parents were at work, and no one saw her but Michael.

Her gaze returned to her Brother's erection. She knew that all she'd have to do is make a half hearted attempt for fifteen minutes, and she'd win the bet. With the extra two hundred dollars, she could finally afford the deposit on an apartment, and then she could move out. "Ok, it's a bet. I try for fifteen minutes to get that thing inside. When I win, you pay me two hundred dollars after you get your first paycheck." Deciding to make the bet more difficult for Michael to win, she added, "However, your cock has to go all the way in until it reaches my cervix."

"In that case, you have to try for twenty minutes."

Libby let out a small laugh. "Sure, why not?" Libby knew that if that thing wasn't going to penetrate her in fifteen minuets, an extra five minutes wouldn't make a bit of difference. "It's a bet. However, you can't tell anyone about this."

"I won't say a word, I promise." Michael knew his Sister would only try hard enough to make it look good, but the young man had a plan. He opened the drawer to his nightstand, and pulled out a tube of KY jelly.

"What's that for?" Libby asked suspiciously.

"If you're going to be rubbing your pussy lips on my cock head for twenty minutes, I want some lubrication. I don't want you rubbing me raw."

"Just use a condom."

Michael shook his head. "That would add extra thickness to my cock. It would give you an unfair advantage. Besides, I haven't found any condoms that fit properly. They occasionally break when Gloria and I are having sex. Gloria is afraid of having pieces of condom left in her, so I always pull out before cumming when I fuck her. Plus she uses birth control cream to diminish the chances of pregnancy."

"I can't use birth control cream. It makes me itch. And there is no way you're putting your bare dick against the entrance to my pussy. If you came with your cock head shoved against the entrance, your sperm would shoot inside me, and I could end up pregnant. There's no way in hell I'm letting anyone, especially my little Brother knock me up."

Michael stared at his Sister in surprise. "Aren't you on the pill?"

"I keep meaning to get a prescription, but doctors cost money. Besides, I usually make guys wear condoms."

"Hell, you have nothing to worry about anyway. I'm not going to cum in you. I have very good self control. With a dick is as big as mine, I had to learn self control. Otherwise I'd have ejaculated long before I got my cock inside Gloria. Besides, we're not going to have sex. We're just having a friendly wager." 

Libby thought about the statement for a few moments. "Yeah, I guess you would have to learn to wait before cumming. And like you said, we're not going to fuck. So, how do we do this?"

"I'll lie on my back, and you straddle me. I'll hold onto your hips, to help you keep your balance, and you ease the head of my dick against the entrance to your pussy. You then let a little weight down so that the head presses against the entrance to your cunt. You then rock back and forth a little to keep your pussy moist. As your pussy walls open up, you ease down a little farter until my cock completely fills you. Once the tip of my cock touches your cervix, you take my cock out, and I win the bet."

"Or, the thing never goes in, and I win the bet," Libby replied. Feeling excited about the two hundred dollars she was about to win, Libby stripped off her panties.

Michael opened the KY jelly and rubbed a liberal amount on his dick head, and along his shaft.

Libby approached the bed, and waited for her Brother to finish lubing up. She smiled inwardly, knowing that soon she would win two hundred dollars and have a place of her own.

Michael replaced the cap, placed the lube back on his nightstand, and then laid back. "Ok, climb on."

Libby climbed onto the bed, and then straddled her Brother. She grasped his shaft and lined it up with the entrance to her cunt. She felt strange holding her Brother's cock head against the entrance to her cunt, but a bet is a bet; and Libby intended to win. 

His dick was so long that she didn't have to lower her hips very far for it to touch the entrance to her pussy. 

"Get ready to lose two hundred dollars, little Brother. There is no way this thing will ever get past the entrance, much less go completely inside me."

Michael didn't say a word. He knew from experience with Gloria that Libby's pussy would stretch to accommodate the thickness of his cock. The head of his cock would be in his Sister before she even realized what had happened. Once he got past the entrance, there would be no stopping him. He'd fuck his Sister until she screamed.

Grasping Libby's hips, he gave her a small nod. "Check the clock to see when we begin."

Libby checked the clock on the nightstand. "It's nine thirty five. At nine fifty five we stop." She began rubbing her Brother's cock head back and forth across the entrance to her cunt. As she rubbed his manhood through her vaginal lips, and across her fuck hole, Michael applied gentle pressure to her hips.

"Don't try forcing me down," Libby warned. "If you force that thing in me, it'll be cheating. Plus you'll hurt me."

"I'm not going to force my dick into you. I just want to make sure you don't cheat. If my cock starts going in, you have to let it. You can't hold back, or you forfeit the bet, and pay up."

Libby kept rubbing the head of her Brother's dick across her entrance. With each pass she'd rub the tip against her clit.

Michael held firmly to his Sister's hips, making sure she kept enough pressure to cause penetration once her vagina opened up enough to accept his cock head.

After several minutes of rubbing Michael's cock head across her clit, Libby's body began to respond to the stimulation. Her clit became inflamed, and her vaginal opening began to expand. Her pussy was getting ready to be fucked.

Libby glanced at the clock. A smile appeared on her face. 

Seven minutes had passed, and he hadn't penetrated her yet.

"I am so looking forward to winning this bet." She continued to rub his tip along her slit.

Michael felt the tip of his cock penetrating the entrance to his Sister's pussy as she rubbed it through the fold of her labia. He smiled inwardly knowing her cunt was ready for penetration. "Ok sis, you need to stop rubbing, and rest some of your weight onto my cock to see if it will go inside."

Libby swallowed hard. She didn't believe the thing would go inside, but she was still a little nervous. Taking a breath, she allowed some of her weight to rest on her Brother's cock head.

Part of Michael's cock head slid inside his Sister's pussy.

Libby gasped involuntarily. Her body shuddered, as the monster spread the entrance to her cunt open. She tried to rise back up, but her Brother held her in place.

"Hold still," Michael instructed his Sister. "Let your pussy get used to being penetrated."

For the first time, the pretty nineteen year old began to suspect that she might lose the bet. "Fuck," she seethed under her breath. Libby was sure that because it was her Brother trying to penetrate her pussy, she would stay dry enough to prevent him from entering her cunt.

However, between the KY jelly, and the stimulation of her clit; her pussy did what came naturally, and opened up. Her body didn't care who was trying to fuck her. Her cunt was doing what it was designed to do.

Libby felt the monstrous head spreading her open. She shuddered again as pussy walls spread further.

"Let your body lower a little more," Michael said.

Libby closed her eyes, and gritted her teeth. She didn't want to follow her Brother's instructions, but she had agreed to the bet. Libby let her knees bend a little more so that she would sink lower.

The rest of Michael's cock head slid into his Sister's cunt. 

Libby felt her vaginal walls stretch as her Brother's cock head sank deeper into her body. She wasn't in pain, but she could definitely feel her vaginal walls stretching. "Maybe we should call this bet off," Libby said weakly. She knew her Brother would never agree to it, but she had to try.

Michael shook his head. "A bet is a bet. You're not trying to welsh on a bet are you?"

Libby gave her Brother a glare of disdain. "Your cock hasn't reached my cervix yet, little Brother. This bet is far from over."

Michael gripped his Sister's hips tightly. He slowly began lifting her up off his cock until only the tip was inside her.

Libby thought that perhaps Michael was letting her off the hook.

He then lowered her hips back down, causing her pussy to open up more.

Libby whimpered as another inch of his thick monster sank into her body. She shuddered as her Brother's cock stretched her inner walls. Libby knew she was going to lose the bet. 

Now that Michael's cock head was inside her, it wouldn't take him long to sink all the way into her cunt.

"Fuck, it's too big," she pleaded, hoping he'd have mercy on her and quit. "Michael, you'll rip me apart."

"Don't worry Sis, I'll go slowly. Your pussy will stretch. And I won't force it in. We'll go only as fast as your body can handle." He gave his older Sister a devilish smile. "Look at it this way. At least you'll get the satisfaction of knowing you can take a big cock inside you."

"Yeah, but it's your big cock that's in me. This is incest."

"Nope, it's a bet. I told you I wouldn't fuck you, and I meant it. Once my cock touches your cervix, we can stop."

Libby desperately hoped that her Brother's cock wouldn't go all the way to her cervix, but deep down she knew better. She was about to lose one hundred bucks to her younger Brother. She was also about to have her younger Brother's huge cock buried in her stretched out pussy. "You promise we'll stop as soon as your dick is all the way inside me." 

"I told you this is just a bet. I'm not going to fuck you." Michael was lying, but he knew that once his cock was all the way inside her pussy, Libby wouldn't want to take it out. Having her pussy stuffed to the limit would drive her into a heightened state of sexual arousal.

Her Brother's words encouraged Libby to get it over with. "I still have a chance of winning. Getting that thing in the entrance is one thing. But taking it all the way inside me is entirely different." Libby knew her only hope was to cheat. She'd pretend to try, but not let it go any deeper.




The Wager



Michael knew what she'd try. He had no intention of letting her succeed.

Libby lifted her hips. She then gently eased her pussy onto her Brother's throbbing cock again, taking another two inches into her body. She had tried to hold back, but Michael's powerful hands applied just enough pressure to her hips to make his cock sink deeper into his Sister's cunt. Libby's pussy was going to have that cock no matter how much she protested. Libby mewed as her Brother's cock sank deeper into her body. The sensation of having her vaginal walls stretched caused the young woman to tremble involuntarily. Her entire body shook as Michael's cock stretched her open even more. Libby couldn't believe that Michael's huge dick might actually go all the way to her cervix. 

Michael watched his Sister's expression as she eased herself onto his cock. He'd seen that look on Gloria's face. 

Libby lifted her hips again, and then lowered her body onto the monstrous dick.

Once again, Michael applied gentle pressure to Libby's shapely hips. His cock sank even deeper into Libby's stretched out pussy.

"Michael, you're forcing me down on your cock," Libby half heartedly protested. She knew he was just making sure she didn't cheat, but she had to try something.

"I'm being gentle. I'm just making sure you don't try to cheat."

Libby let out a sigh. She wasn't going to be able to cheat. 

Michael was making sure she stayed honest.

Checking the clock again, Libby felt her heart sink. 

Only ten minutes had passed, and her Brother's cock was already deeper than she'd ever thought possible.

Libby began to accept the fact that she was losing the bet. To make matters worse, whether she wanted to or not, the woman was starting to get turned on. Without meaning to she sank even deeper onto the shaft. Her subconscious mind was starting to override her conscious decisions. 

"Oh shit, I've never felt this full before," the pretty brunette moaned as her pussy accepted more of her Brother's huge cock. "Your dick is huge."

"You're going to feel even fuller before we're done." Michael reached around and squeezed his Sister's ass cheeks.

Libby wanted to tell her Brother not to play with her ass, but the sensation of having her pussy stretched felt too damned good. She lifted her hips again, and sank back down on his cock. She tried hard not to take the monster deeper into her, but her body betrayed her. No matter how hard she tried to resist, she couldn't help but sink that monster deeper inside her cunt with each downward thrust.

More of Michael's cock invaded her pussy.

Libby involuntarily moaned as intense pleasure shot through her nether region. She couldn't believe that having her Brother's cock inside her could feel so damn good. Her body began to spasm as a mini-orgasm abruptly shot through her loins. She sank deeper onto her Brother's cock. Nearly three quarters of her pussy was stuffed with her Brother's man meat. "Shit, I can't hold myself up any longer. Roll me onto my back before I collapse."

Michael drew his Sister down onto his chest, and then rolled his body onto hers. His dick sank deeper into her body. He was very close to touching her cervix. He rose up so that he rested his weight on his elbows.

Libby looked down between their bodies. Her expression of shock was written all over her face. She could see a visible bulge in her tummy where Michael's cock was pushing against her belly. She began to ask herself just how much more of his dick would fit inside her before it reached the back of her birth canal.

Michael was glad Libby had given him control. Now he could control how long it would take for him to completely fill her hungry cunt. "Are you ready to continue?" He asked.

Libby looked up at her Brother, and quickly nodded yes. She then looked back down at her stomach.

Michael withdrew his cock and then sank back into his Sister's body.

Libby watched her tummy return to normal, and then expand again as her Brother sank back inside her. She could feel his cock rubbing against that special spot just inside the entrance to her vagina. She whimpered yet again as he sank back inside to where it was before.

However, he didn't go any deeper. He simply withdrew his cock and plunged back into her again.

She shook as a second small orgasm hit her. She was amazed that her Brother had already made her cum twice, and he wasn't completely inside her yet.

Michael continued fucking his Sister, allowing his cock to sink in almost all the way before withdrawing.

It didn't take Libby long to figure out that Michael wasn't trying to go deeper. 

He wasn't trying to win a bet. He was fucking her.

"Michael," she gasped lustfully. "You're not trying to win the bet. You're fucking me."

He gave his older Sister a devilish grin, and continued to rock in and out of her. "Yes I am."

Libby felt torn with what was happening to her. She knew she shouldn't let her Brother fuck her, but his huge cock was driving her wild with lust.

Michael knew he'd won. Not only was he going to win the bet, but his Sister was surrendering to her need to be fucked.

She took her eyes off her expanding and contracting stomach to gaze up at her Brother. Giving him a pleading look, she whispered. "Please, I want to feel your cock go all the way inside me. I know this is no longer about the bet, and we are fucking, but I don't care. Sink that monster completely inside my pussy."

Giving his older Sister a sly smile, Michael withdrew almost all the shaft of his cock, and then plunged deep into her body.

Libby squealed as the last two inches of her pussy opened up to receive her Brother's monstrous cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck; and at the same time slung her long legs around his hips, as his cock tip pressed against her cervix. She bit her Brother's shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks. 

Michael groaned with pleasure as his Sister bit him.

"So deep," she moaned. "Your cock is so fucking deep in me. Damn, I feel completely stuffed." She gazed up at her sibling. Tears of joy were running down her cheeks. "You didn't split me open after all."

Michael leaned over and kissed Libby. He pressed his lips against her mouth and slid his tongue against her lips.

Not caring that he was her Brother, Libby opened her mouth.

Michael's tongue entered her open mouth. He began caressing her inner mouth with his tongue as he rammed his cock into her over and over.

Libby's tongue danced with her Brother's as they fucked. All thought of bets, and having a place of her own flew from her mind. She was being fucked like never before. Libby didn't want to stop. She didn't want Michael to pull out. She wanted to be fucked by her Brother.

Michael broke the kiss. He then licked away her tears. Michael grabbed the hem of his Sister's shirt and tugged.

Libby lifted her upper body off the mattress so her Brother could finish undressing her.

Michael pulled the shirt off, and threw it onto the floor. He immediately lowered his lips to her left nipple and gently bit down.

Libby whimpered as her Brother began to nibble and suck on her nipple. She thrust her hips against him to encourage him to continue fucking her.

Michael released the tender nipple, and began thrusting into his Sister again.

Libby held her Brother's head in her hands. "Fuck, little Brother, your cock feels incredible. Fuck your big Sister hard. Make your Sister cum."

Michael felt his balls begin to churn. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. He began to furiously pound his Sister's stretched out cunt.

Libby felt her body coiling like a spring. She was about to cum. Her wonderful Brother was going to make her cum like never before.

Michael pounded away at Libby's pussy. He thrust into her repeatedly. His cock grew even thicker, stretching her pussy wide. Then just before he released his life giving sperm, he felt his balls touch his Sister's ass cheeks. 

Libby's pussy had lengthened another inch to receive his entire cock inside her. She screamed, as her body gave into the need to cum. She tightly gripped his neck, and screamed. The walls of her pussy clamped down on her Brother's cock, and began milking him for the sperm her body craved. Libby's long legs held tightly onto her Brother as she came. 

Michael bit his Sister's throat as he erupted deep inside his Sister's body. He began firing load after load of baby making sperm into her cunt.

Libby pulled her Brother's face to hers, and began chewing on her Brother's lower lip. Her body shook with lust as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life.

Michael went rigid as his balls continued to empty his baby making seed into his Sister's fertile womb.

Libby held onto her Brother's face as tightly as she could as her body shook from her intense orgasm. Her long legs tightened around his hips, holding him in place. The pretty brunette shook, and writhed beneath her Brother.

As the siblings began to come down from their sexual high, the realization that they'd fucked bareback began to creep into their minds.

They broke the kiss and stared at one another in shock.

"Fuck, I just came in you." Michael stared at his Sister.

"What if you got me pregnant?" Libby screeched. "I can't have my own Brother knocking me up. What would Mom and Dad say? Hell, what would my friends and co-workers say?"

Michael took a deep breath, and struggled to keep his cool. "Let's not panic yet. Just because I came in you doesn't mean you're going to get pregnant."

"Yes, but what if you did get me pregnant? I could end up having your baby. Shit, why did I agree to this stupid bet? Michael, you may have just knocked me up."

"Look, there's nothing we can do about it now. We'll just have to wait and see. People fuck all the time without conceiving children. The odds are really good that you won't get pregnant."

"I hope you're right. I love you baby Brother, but I don't want to have your kid." She ran her hand along her Brother's cheek. "However, I've got to be honest with you. I did enjoy having sex with you. I've never had multiple orgasms before. You made me cum three times. I don't think I'd be happy if this turned out to be a one time fuck."

"Does this mean you want to have sex with me again?"

"Hell yes. I want to fuck you all day every day while our parents are at work. But from now on you pull out before you cum. And I'm making a doctor's appointment. If you're going to keep fucking me like this, I need to go on the pill."

Michael leaned over his Sister and kissed her. He then gave her a warm smile. "You can forget about paying up on our bet. I got something much better out of it anyway."

Libby squeezed Michael's softening cock with her vaginal walls. She felt her Brother's cock begin to stiffen. "I think you're about to get another payment on our bet. Just make sure you pull out before you cum this time."

Michael and Libby fucked all day long, until it was time for Libby to get ready for work.

Michael pulled out each time before spilling his seed where it didn't belong.

However, the siblings didn't think about the fact that pre-cum could also impregnate a woman.

Each time Michael fucked his Sister bareback, they increased their chances of making a baby together. 

Later in the day, Libby made an appointment with her gynecologist. 

The soonest appointment available was three weeks away.

Libby didn't want to wait that long, but she had no choice.

Michael would just have to pull out before he came for the next two weeks.

Libby knew it was a dangerous plan, but she didn't want to wait two weeks before they resumed having sex. 

Birth control cream was out of the question, because Libby had suffered an allergic reaction to the cream when she tried to use it in the past. 

She considered having Michael use a condom anyway, but the fact that the size of his cock would cause them to tear worried her. Trusting in a piece of latex that might or might not protect her was worse than having Michael pull out. 

Michael's horror story about having left over pieces of latex stuck in her pussy worried Libby. 

Besides, Libby loved the feel of her Brother's bare cock in her stretched out pussy. 

Libby got dressed for work, and then headed out the door, with her Brother in tow. 

Michael followed his Sister to the plant in his pickup. 

Libby took Michael to meet their supervisor. She then headed to her station.

Michael filled out his paperwork, listened to the safety speech, and then headed home.

His parents asked him how the paperwork went.

The young man struggled to keep his voice from wavering as he spoke to his parents.

The memory of fucking his sexy Sister wouldn't go away. He was looking forward to the next day when his parents returned to work. 

Libby put in her shift, and then headed to the house. Not trusting herself in front of her parents, the young woman skipped eating and headed straight to bed. 

Michael was in his room, thinking about the day's events. He was tempted to sneak into Libby's room, and fuck her before he went to sleep. But the young man knew that would be too big of a risk.

Libby struggled with the same thoughts. She wanted her Brother's cock in her one more time before she went to sleep, but knew it would be too risky to try. Her Parents would lose it if they caught their kids fucking. Libby eventually drifted off to sleep. As she lay in bed sleeping, millions of her Brother's sperm swam deeper into her birth canal towards the waiting egg.

One tiny sperm cell made it to the outer wall of the waiting egg, and then bored its way inside.

Libby didn't know it yet, but her trip to the doctor would not get her a prescription for birth control pills. She would be getting some life changing news instead.



The Wager



I was working on a construction site about 90 minutes outside of the city. I had been suffering from a toothache all week, but couldn't schedule a dental appointment until Friday afternoon, just before the offices closed. I had taken some topical anesthetic with me to ease the pain during the day. Finally, 3 PM Friday came and I was allowed to leave for my appointment. I applied a little more anesthetic, hopped in my car and took off, hoping to make it to my appointment on time.

One of the guys on the site had earlier said he knew the dentist and assured me that he knew a route that would get me to that end of the city faster than trying to drive through. He drew me a map with the exits marked. Clutching that crude map, I drove away. Soon I saw the first of the side highways I had to take. Somewhat leery of leaving the main route because I was new to the area, I nevertheless decided to follow my buddy's instructions. 

I was still just over an hour from the city, cruising past the outlying farms with no traffic, and thinking, "Wow, I'm going to get there in no time, there's no one else on this road." I was pushing 100 miles an hour when I saw steam coming out from the hood, and my car sputtered and died. I steered it off the road as it lost momentum, and when it rolled to a stop, I got out and popped the hood, only to find the engine not just steaming, but billowing smoke. I waved my arms under the hood, trying to clear the fumes and have a look. Unfortunately, while I know about dry walling, I don't have that much knowledge about cars.

While I was standing there, gaping at my engine, largely clueless about what to do, or even where I was in relation to the city, I heard the approaching noise of a tractor. Just what I needed: a farmer coming out to laugh at the stranded city boy. Now, I'm not your average guy. At six feet, two inches and two hundred and twenty pounds, I was in very good shape from working hard six days a week. But I was still stranded, for all intents and purposes, in front of this farmer's property on a seldom-used road, looking like an idiot because I can't take care of my K-car, the "reliant" automobile.

I was expecting the mockery to start as soon as this farmer gets close enough to see me, so I turned my back to the field to hide my embarrassment. I heard the tractor right behind me, so I leaned over and start checking hoses, pretending at least that I'm not completely clueless. I heard the engine stop, and the tractor cab door open and close. I looked over my shoulder, and stopped dead, my jaw dropping. I was looking at the most drop-dead beautiful young woman I had ever seen. She had beautiful wavy, red-gold hair that came past her shoulders, almond-shaped eyes that were a brilliant shade of green, and a smile that could outshine the sun.

She hopped the fence easily, the one strap of her coveralls that was undone swinging loosely, and walked over to where I stood. I tried to regain my composure and not ogle as she approached.

"So," she began casually, "you look like you could use some help."

I swallowed, fighting to look the least foolish in her eyes. "Yeah. Can’t figure out what's wrong. I mean, uh, it seems to be overheating, but the fluids are all topped up."

She walked right up beside me, leaned over the car and began inspecting the engine. I didn't understand all of what she was checking, but apparently, she was just as stumped as I was. So she offered to tow the car behind the tractor back to the farmhouse where her father might be able to examine it, since he was quite the handyman, as I was told.

I closed the hood of my car as this beautiful girl jumped back over the fence and started the tractor and drove off to get around the fence. I sat there, waiting for long enough to wonder if I had been abandoned before I once more heard what I now recognize as the sound of the diesel tractor engine.

The farm girl reappeared, and when we had hooked my car up to the tractor, we both hopped in the machine's cab and towed it back towards the farm. Along the way, we chatted. I learned she was the eldest of five daughters. Her name was Keri, and she was 21 years, Joanna (Jo for short) was 20. Sarah and Marissa were 19-year-old twins, but were not identical, and youngest was named Alana. She was just 18 years old. After that, their mom had her tubes tied, never bearing the son their father was trying for.

I told her about myself, how I had moved recently to the area after my high-school girlfriend dumped me, and had taken the first job that came my way. She talked about how she and her sisters had been home schooled and rarely left the farm, except with their mother, Katheryn, and father, Ben. Apparently, he was a controlling, jealous man, and didn't want them to leave the farm in case they met guys and wanted to move away from the farm.

Keri then confided that she had been able to get permission to go when she got her father to drink a little. Then he was willing to make agreements; for example, if she could clean the pigsty in less than an hour, she could leave the farm for an hour. But he always tricked her somehow, like only giving her a bicycle to go on. So she really had only left the farm on very short excursions, and not very far.

I began to wonder what would happen when Keri brought me back home, since it seemed her father was paranoid of male outsiders. I was preparing to meet the wrong end of a shotgun when we drove up to the farmhouse. As it turns out, Ben didn't mind her bringing me back, since he enjoyed the challenge of fixing things. He took me out to the barn, popped the hood, and began asking questions as he poked and prodded. I, unfortunately, had to admit that I didn't know much about my own car. So he hemmed and hawed about the engine and the car for a good long time. Soon, we heard his wife calling for dinner.

"Well," he admitted, "I had hoped I'd be able to get you on your way before dinner, but this little rust bucket of yours has me stumped. Now that I've had a look it'd be awfully unkind of me not to finish up. So I guess you'll be able to enjoy the courtesy of my table."

While Ben washed the engine oil off of his hands, I applied more of the anesthetic to my aching tooth, but felt that mentioning I had missed my appointment while out here would be rude, considering the fact that the guy was willing to fix my car for free. So I applied the stuff careful not to let anyone see, just in case they asked questions.

Supper at the farm was a delicious home-cooked meal, and after the junk I had become accustomed to, cooking for myself, it was heavenly. I made sure to compliment my hostess many times over for the meal. I also got to meet Keri's four sisters. All of them were equally gorgeous, with their subtle differences. And they got their looks from their mother. I didn't know how she had wound up out on a farm, when she should have been modeling, but I could see why the farmer wouldn't want his girls to leave, in case they got stolen away from him. 

After the meal, I helped the twins, Sarah and Marissa, with cleaning up, and then went back out to the barn to see what was happening with my car. Keri and her father were both looking under the hood, up to their elbows in grease. Joanna sat nearby, listening to the radio and occasionally asking questions. I sat next to Jo on a hay bale and we chatted about her life as we watched father and daughter discussing my piece of shit car. Although they all seemed to know their stuff, this car's issue was definitely a mystery. Before we knew it, it was dark, and Katheryn was calling them in for the night. She apologized that they didn't have a spare bed at the moment, but gave me a ton of blankets when I said I could sleep in my car. So, about half an hour later, I was in my car, tooth medicated, and wrapped in half a dozen blankets, drifting off to sleep.

I was awoken from my dreams by the sound of my car door opening. Curious, I lifted my head to see what was going on, only to feel someone drop on top of me, and begin unwrapping the blankets. Whoever it was, when they had me unwrapped they didn't stop, but quickly began unbuttoning my pants. Somewhat surprised at this turn of events, and still somewhat out of it from just waking up, I was unable to react before I felt soft female hands searching under my boxers. When my mystery groper reached my cock, I groaned, and her hand clenched around the hardening shaft. Whoever it was gently stroked my dick until it was hard - a matter of moments in this situation.

"You like that, don't you?" came the voice of my midnight encounter. If I wasn't mistaken, by the sound of her voice it was Keri's sweet hands wrapped around my shaft. She kept fondling my hardness as she leaned forward in the semi-dark to kiss me. As our lips met, my member twitched, and she groaned softly. 

Breaking our kiss, Keri whispered, "You don't know how much I want this. Daddy never lets me near enough to any boys to get any action. Oh god, I need a cock so bad."

Keri quickly maneuvered herself so her pussy was in the right spot, and then lowered herself on my eight inches. My god! I had never felt anything so tight. But damn, was it ever good! She was hot and wet and more than happy to do the work. So I just laid there enjoying the sensation of her riding me for her pleasure. 

We were moving to each other’s rhythm; she was starting to breathe heavily and moan with my thrusts. Just then, a bright light flooded the barn. Keri just managed to say, "Oh shit," when the door by my head was opened violently, and I was staring at a shotgun barrel, and farmer Ben's livid expression.

"Boy," he said, "I invite you into my home, I spend my evening trying to fix your car, I feed you from my table, and give you what you need for sleep. Surely the least I can expect is that you will respect my family and not molest my little girl. You've got about ten seconds to come up with a damn good explanation before I pull the trigger."

"Daddy, wait!" Keri cried out, "It's not his fault. I started it."

All the wind went out of his sails. Keri continued, "You never let me go out, you never let me see anyone. Is it any surprise you found me out here?"

"Maybe we should all go sit down inside while we talk this out?" I recommended feebly. Ben motioned with the gun, and Keri moved off of my suddenly deflated cock and back out the car door. I hurriedly slipped my penis back in my boxers, and slid my pants up. Something in the pocket jammed into my leg, and I reached in to feel the anesthetic for my tooth still in my jeans.

I finished doing up my pants and scrambled out of the car, squinting in the floodlights that illuminated the barn. Ben motioned with the gun for me to head into the house. Keri was already ahead of me.

Ben was walking right behind me, the gun pressed into my back. I was running through excuses in my head, but I kept coming back to the thought that I wanted Keri, and had done nothing to discourage her midnight promiscuity. I was a dead man.

We went into the kitchen, where Keri was already standing there, her back towards the door. Ben closed the door behind himself, and nudged me towards a chair. I figured let him deal with this in his way; after all, he was the one holding the gun. If I was lucky, I would come out of this with my life. Otherwise, it'd be awhile before anyone noticed I was missing, and even longer before anyone would know where to look. By then, Ben would have long since been able to hide the evidence and bury my body. I reminded myself not to think about that option.

Keri turned around to face her father, and I saw she had been pouring him a drink. Scotch, I gathered from the label on the bottle. Ben took the glass and knocked it back swiftly, then motioned for Keri to just hand him the bottle. After another swig, right from the bottle, Ben looked at his daughter once more.

The farmer said, "So, you don't like the farm, then, is that it?"

"No, Daddy, I love it out here. But I get lonely. There aren't any boys here."

"I see. So the first boy that comes along...I see." I noticed the barrel of the shotgun dropping. Then his gaze swung back to me, "I can see how it would be for you. Beautiful young lady falls into your arms at night. Who are you to resist?"

I nodded, and Ben continued, "Nevertheless, this is still my daughter we are talking about, and I can't have just any man violating her." The gun swung back up from the floor, level with my chest.

"Daddy! Please don't. It wasn't his fault. It's all my fault. If I wasn't so horny. If I hadn't been so bold as to go out to the car."

Farmer Ben took another long drink from the bottle, and the gun started pointing lower and lower. I was thinking that if Keri kept talking, I just might have a chance to survive. As I saw another long swig disappear down Ben's throat, I saw what Keri was doing.

"So," I ventured, "what you're saying is that it's the isolation that's the problem? That's what's getting to you?"

"Coupled with normal adult desires." She replied.

"I see," Ben said to me, drinking again, "so you're not really to blame, since it would have been any guy this would have happened to. You just happen to be the lucky stud."

"I guess...yeah." I said.

Another drink. "And your sisters feel the same way?" His words were starting to slur.

"I don't know," Keri replied, "I guess probably."

"Well then, stud." he said, slurring the last word, "I have a wager for you." I knew this was the moment Keri was banking on when she handed him the first drink, "since all my girls are horny young adults, and there's never a guy to satisfy them, I guess you're the lucky guy - if you can last."

I just looked at him: "You mean, you want me to have sex with your girls, now?"

"Yeah. I want you to fuck 'em good and hard so they'll be satisfied for a good long time. Of course, you'll have to make it good for them, or this will all be useless. And if you can't…” He patted he gun.

Then Ben turned to Keri, "Go wake your mother and tell her to bring the girls down here to the kitchen. No, let's all go to the living room. Have them meet us there."

Soon, Joanna, Sarah, Marissa and Alana were all in the living room, looking sleepy or grumpy at being woken up. As Katheryn appeared in the doorway to the living room, she asked, "Ben, what is going on here?" Then she saw the bottle in his hand, which was by now half-emptied.

"Are you drunk?" Katheryn demanded

"Well . . . probably," Ben conceded, "and you might want to think about getting a little drunk yourself."

"Give me that." She said and took the bottle from his hand. As she turned his back on him and began to return the bottle to the liquor cabinet, Ben said, "Keri slipped out to meet with our visitor tonight."

Katheryn turned around slowly to face Keri, sitting on an armchair and trying to hide. "Is that so. What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?"

"I...I..." she began, "I'm sorry I got caught, but I'm not sorry for doing it at all. "

"Well, if Keri didn't do it, I would have." Jo said. Sarah and Marissa giggled, and Alana blushed.

"Well, we certainly can't ignore this problem. Ben, we need to do something about these girls."

"I'm already on top of that. You go pour yourself a drink, and then we'll discuss this."

"Forget pouring," Katheryn said, drinking straight from the bottle, "tell me what you planned."

"Well, I figured that our girls haven't had that much experience with boys. In fact, the only man they see is me. Now, I wanted to protect them from the kinds of men who aren't good for them, but apparently, sexual depravity comes naturally."

"Oh Ben," Katheryn said, drinking again, "it's only natural for girls their age to be curious about boys. And now they have one in their midst."

"Exactly what I was thinking, my dear. No time like the present for our girls to learn about sex firsthand." Ben said, grinning slyly.

"Firsthand?" Sarah asked.

"What do you mean?" said Alana, looking at her father.

"Well, I mean we have a guest here who can show you girls just what it's like to be with a man. Right here and right now, in fact."

"I don't think that's a good--" I began before Ben interrupted me.

"Now listen here, boy. You don't get to do any thinking around here. I'm going to make you a deal plain and simple. If you can satisfy all my girls without cumming, you'll live to see the morning, and I'll see you on your way. If not . . . " he let the implications hang in the air. It wasn't something I wanted to think about, but I didn't know how I'd last through five young women.

"Now, go on. Get undressed." Ben told his daughters.

"Here?" said Marissa, turning red.

"Of course here. How else are we going to know if your stud is doing his job?" Replied Ben.

When none of the girls made any move, Katheryn said, "Very well, I'll start off so you girls won't feel uncomfortable." With that, she opened her housecoat and tossed it on the floor. Her nightie soon followed, exposing her naked breasts to all. They were still firm and round, with her nipples stiffening in excitement. Her daughters stared in open-mouthed amazement, and I felt my cock twitch as she slipped down her panties, revealing the small patch of pubic hair and the lips of her pussy. She stood before us in all her god-given glory.

Keri soon followed suit, abandoning her clothes in a pile on the floor. I took in her features now, hidden before in the dark of the barn. Her magnificent breasts, her taut, flat stomach, her curving hips, and her vee of red hair above the line of her sex. Even Ben gasped when he saw her revealed, and at that moment, I understood his lechery.

He wanted them for himself, all of his young beauties, but couldn't have them. Now, through me, he could fuck his daughters vicariously. And I knew then also how to win his little wager. The little tube of anesthetic still dug into my leg from within my pocket.

Joanna looked at her father's leering face, then turned to face me and stripped off her pajamas, never taking her eyes off of me. She wiggled her hips eagerly as she stepped out of her bottoms, and licked her lips subtly as she saw my hard-on twitch inside the confines of my pants. Katheryn walked over to me, swaying sexily. 

She put her hand on my chest when she said, "I think it's your turn mister, to show us what you're hiding." With that, she untucked my T-shirt, pulling it over my head before kneeling down to unzip my pants. Surreptitiously, while Katheryn worked on freeing my cock from my boxers, I slipped my hand into my pocket and palmed the tube of anesthetic.

As Katheryn slipped my dick out the fly of my boxers, she tugged my pants down around my ankles. My hardness pointed out at her face, and she popped it into her mouth. Five females gasped as they watched their mother suck my meat, and Ben groaned to himself, imagining what the blowjob must feel like. While everyone was busy watching Katheryn suck my manhood, I took the liberty of squeezing some of the gel into my palm.

"Well," Ben interrupted, "before we get this all started, I think we should go get us some condoms, since we don't want any accidents, now do we? Katheryn, will you please run upstairs and get that box? And while she's gone, the three of you can step out of your clothes."

Slowly, the twins and Alana undressed, trying to cover themselves as much as possible. Their nubile forms were very much pleasing to the eye, and Ben stared lustily at his daughters' breasts and buttocks. I dropped my boxers, and all the girls stared at my manhood and my hard body, all eight inches of stiff cock fully revealed and pointing at the ceiling.

As Alana stared, unable to take her eyes off of me, I took the opportunity to rub the freezing gel over my dick under the pretense of stroking myself, enjoying the lusty looks all five women gave me. When Katheryn returned with the condoms, all the girls had fewer misgivings about their parents' plan.




The Wager



"It's a simple wager, the first one of us who screws him wins!" Kathy said.

Kathy is my next-door neighbor and very best friend. She was talking about the new guy working at the Sunoco gas station down at the corner. He was in his early twenties and a hunk.

"Roy would kill me if he found out." I argued.

"He's not going to find out!" Kathy smiled. 

Kathy was always coming up with some crazy scheme to get me to cheat on my husband. Because she couldn't keep her pants on she wanted me to join in on her escapades.

There had been the afternoon when we did a threesome with her boss at the local No Tell Motel. The poor guy almost had a heart attack with the two of us bouncing on his cock.

Birth control pills were the greatest invention since sliced bread allowing a woman to fuck whoever she wanted whenever she wanted and feel his delicious cum flow into her.

"How do we prove who's first?" I asked her.

"Simple, we get a picture of his cock!" Kathy smiled.

Oh yea, fuck the guy and then ask him for a picture of his dick!

"Just one time, right?' I agreed.

There were no other customers when I drove onto the station lot. The new guy came wandering out from the garage to serve me.

The name badge of his pocket said his name was "Brad".

"May I help you Ma'am?" he asked.

"Yes, fill it up please and check my oil." I asked in my most demure feminine voice.

The short red dress I was wearing was high on my legs. I knew from his vantage point he could see the white silk of my panties. Shamelessly I opened my legs ever so slightly.

He had taken the bait, I just had to yank and set the hook.

He started the gas flowing into the tank and asked if I would release the hood.

"It is too hard for me to pull, can you do it?" I asked opening my door.

Brad reached in for the hood release handle. His face was now only inches from my open crotch. He must have been able to smell my scent and see the outline of my bush through the thin silk.

Trying to keep his composure he went about his task. 

"Twenty-three sixty-nine, Mam." He said after he topped off the tank.

I handed his my Visa card and gave him my phone number.

It was a couple of days later when he called.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's Brad from the gas station. I was just thinking about you." He said.

So my wedding ring hadn't scared him off, he wanted to play.

I did not know what progress Kathy had made if any on our little challenge.

"What are you doing tonight Brad?" I asked.

"Nothing much, just hanging around." He answered.

"Why don't you meet me at Winners for a drink?" I suggested.

"That would be great!" he eagerly agreed.

"About eight." I said hanging up before I changed my mind.

I was dressed in my "I wanna get fucked" outfit. A very, very short black sheath dress with spaghetti straps, nylons held up by a garter belt and a pair of black vinyl boots. Head turned when I walked into the dim smoky room.

Brad was sitting in a corner booth; I walked over to join him.

"I didn't know if you would come?" Brad said rising to greet me.

I slipped into the booth opposite him.

"Order me a gin and Wink." I asked.

We made small talk while the D.J. went through his repertoire. I made it obvious to Brad I was available for a roll in the hay.

Brad told me he had a more or less steady girlfriend that he had been dating for almost a year but had not been intimate with yet. He confessed to me he was still a virgin! Bonus!

We left Brad's Honda parked on the mall and took my Impala to the Esquire Motel. The Esquire was a popular sin bin on the weekends and usually they rented the same rooms out two or three times the same night.

When we arrived there were already several cars nosed up to some of the units. I gave Brad my credit card and asked his to go book us in.

While Brad was in the motel office I checked to make sure the digital camera was in my handbag.

The small unit was intended for one purpose, fucking. Aside from the bed and porn TV the rest was superfluous. I set the bottle of whiskey I brought on the counter and told Brad to go and get some ice and mix while I got ready. As he went out the door with the ice bucket I went into the washroom.

I heard him come back in and waited for him to pour our drinks before I entered he room naked.

Brad's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw me in all my glory. My tits were full and firm and I had trimmed my pussy just for his benefit.

I walked over and casually picked up my drink.

"Let's see what I am getting?" I challenged him.

Brad was like a cute little boy and went into the washroom to disrobe.

In minutes Brad emerged from the bathroom naked wielding the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. He must have been nine inches, cut and a good inch more than my hubby. My pussy begins to get wet just looking at it.

"Come here!" I ordered.

Like an obedient puppy dog Brad brought his delicious erection over to where I sat. Without further delay I took his irresistible cockmeat into my mouth.

God it was good! A full mouth of virgin cock and it was all mine. Brad stood there enjoying my tongue caressing the length of his shaft and me gently taking his balls into my mouth. I hungered for a taste of his sperm.

His helmet was as smooth as silk and I detected the taste of precum as my tongue passed over it. I knew I was to be the first woman to taste this young buck's cum. My lips sealed around his shaft and I inhaled deeply. My cheeks sunk in and contacted the swollen member filling my mouth. Brad was about to benefit from an experienced cocksucker.

He moaned softly as my mouth fucked his virgin cock. I knew it would be only moments before he exploded in my mouth. My hand encircled his cock yanking him as my tongue danced over the length of his cock. I felt his body stiffen as he reached his limit.

His rich crème flooded my mouth in a series of massive spurts and my teeth were awash in a sea of his salty brine. Frantically I begin swallowing his ejaculation in an effort not to loose any of his precious cum. 

The thick globs slid down my throat like raw oysters leaving a trail of pungent taste to my belly. I looked into his eyes and smiled as I licked the residue from the tip of his cock.

I was ready to take Brad's cock in me but he had different ideas. Sitting me on the side of the bed he kneeled between my legs and lowered his face to my cunt. With my fingers I spread my labia for him.

His tongue entered me like a veterans. A shiver went though me when he found my sensitive clitoris. I whimpered like a puppy as he licked my wakening pussy.

"Oh fuck me!" I pleaded falling back on the bed.

Gently he mounted me as if he were afraid of breaking me. I helped his cockhead find the entrance to my womanhood. His beautiful cock slid into my ready passage as if it belonged inside on me. My legs wrapped around him and drew him securely into my intimate depths. Slowly we begin to fuck.

It had been too long since I had had such a young cock in me. So hard and eager to satisfy my needs. I clamped myself onto him and rode his cock like it was the giant coaster at Wally World.

"Oh yes Baby, fuck me hard!" I cried.

I was now under the control of nine inches of young cockmeat. I could not get it in me deep enough to scratch that maddening itch. I felt my pussy juices flowing like a breached levee. 

Brad's thrust were hard and rapid, I knew my cunt was hurtling him to his first orgasm in a woman. My hips rose up to meet his slamming thrusts until his cockhead touched my cervix. 

"Shoot in me!" I cried.

I was primed and ready for his load when I felt the warm surge of sperm flooding my pussy. The sticky cum triggered my climax.

"Aaaaaaaaaarrrrgh!" I cried as my orgasm ripped through me.

My cunt spasm on Brad's spurting cock as I accepted his sperm.

Brad collapsed exhausted on top of me his cock still draining into me. 

We lay there motionless as I savored Brad's cock soaking in my saturated pussy. The slightest movement sent tingles though my loins.

Slowly Brad started pumping me again. He was going for another orgasm. 

I was really wet now, our bodies made a slapping noise as they came together. The suction created by Brad's cock made a soft squishing sound as the juices lubricated our union.

My second orgasm came quickly and was as exquisite as the first. More of Brad's cream flowed into me as I writhed on his spurting cock.

All to soon it was time we had to leave. I didn't ever want that afternoon to end. I begrudged Brad taking his cock out of me so I could photograph it for Kathy's satisfaction. 



The Wager



Chapter One

We are in a pub You and i, playing darts and drinking. It is crowded, dark, and smokey. It is the first time W/we have met r/l and just as in the cyber world W/we have been talking non stop and laughing til W/we were in tears. Then You make a proposition.i,because i am curious and because You have enticed me for the longest time, agree.There is a lot riding on this game. If i lose, You get me for the rest of the night to do with as You please. If You lose, i get taken out for an expensive evening out including the theatre and a five star meal. i am a decent dart player and feel like O/our odds are pretty even.

i dressed for You wearing a short pleated grey plaid skirt, white thigh high stockings and my black leather boots with the platform heels, a black lace push up bra under a white button down shirt that i have tied at my midriff instead of buttoning. i have my hair pulled back in a high pony tail tied with a black satin ribbon. My makeup is carefully applied and to complete the look i have on shiny strawberry lip gloss and i am chewing gum. i have had rather more to drink than i would normally out of nervousness, so my form is not at its best. While initially i thought it would be to my advantage, this whole dressing to distract thing did not work at all as i am equally distracted by the intensity of Your appreciation.

You are very quiet and Your eyes burn into mine every time i look at You. It makes me tremble. i start missing my shots with alarming regularity, while You coolly nail all of Yours. You whisper in my ear that You have come prepared for victory and your eyes twinkle as mine get bigger and i bite my lip. Your distractions work and i miss my last shot before You finish the game.

You pull the darts from the board and put them in their case, slipping them into Your jacket pocket before You turn to me and take me by the shoulders maneuvering me so that my back is to the wall and sliding your hands down my arms to imprison my wrists, raising my arms and pinning them over my head and leaning into me hard... the expession on Your face a combination of ferocity and joy that is truly frightening to me... my heart is pounding erratically in my chest as You move in and kiss me.

You slide Your tongue into my mouth and take possession and all thought flees from my head.i am just feeling and reacting - nipples hardening painfully, legs tightening on the knee that is rubbing between them, a soft noise coming from the back of my throat as i pull against Your hold on my wrists. i am close to panicking this is happening so quickly and it's so intense. You sense this and let go, pulling back and wrapping Your arms around me stroking down my back. i rest my forehead on Your chest inhaling the leather smell of Your jacket as i catch my breath.

This is a short reprieve as Your hand continues down over my ass and then slides up under my skirt and You discover i am naked under it. You make a noise that is half laugh, half groan and shake Your head slowly as Your smile widens to a wolfish grin. You reach into Your pocket and pull out a jumble of black leather, setting it on the table next to us.

i start shaking in earnest, my heart pounding so i am light headed, but i stay still and watch. You pull a collar out of the pile and straighten it in Your hands holding my gaze as You move in and wrap it around my neck buckling it in the back. Tracing the edges with Your fingertips, you watch the goose bumps appear on my flesh and hook Your finger into the ring on the front tugging gently. i reach up and touch the collar and something shifts inside me. My eyes drop and i calm down, watching as You take a cuff and wrap my left wrist in it buckling it tightly, then the right.

You again take my shoulders and turn me to face the wall, taking my wrists and bringing them back, then slowly upward, bending my arms at the elbows and snapping the cuffs together so my hands are up near my shoulderblades. i take a deeeep breath and let it out relaxing into the odd position and then i gasp when i feel your teeth on the back of my neck. i am painfully aware that we are in a crowded pub and it feels as though eyes are burning into me, but i keep my eyes down and i am not sure if anyone is watching or not. And now.. i am bound and collared and You are leading my out of there with Your finger hooked in my collar.

My head is spinning with the onslaught of new sensations. i am off balance in my high heels and no hands to steady me. i have never in my life walked with my chest sticking out like it is now and i feel terribly exposed even though no more is showing than was earlier. i can feel a hot blush staining my cheeks from the embarrassment of parading through the pub like this but i can also feel the wetness slipping out of me as W/we walk. i have no idea if anyone is even noticing as i have my eyes glued to my feet even though my head is upright because of the collar and the tension your are keeping on it with your finger. i am wondering what You are thinking as i follow You meekly on trembling legs

chapter Two

We leave the pub, You walking fast with Your finger hooked in the ring of the collar You have placed around my neck and me stumbling along on my platform heels behind You awkwardly,hands bound behind me, chest thrust forward, the cool damp air feeling wonderful against my hot flushed skin. You never even turn to look back at me and when we reach your car You sort of spin me around so i am pressed against the cold metal shockingly fast and i open my mouth to cry out but just as fast You are pressed hard into me and my mouth is filled with Your tongue thrusting and the sound turns into a garbled moan.

My heart is pounding again as Your finger releases the collar to slide down my exposed chest to the bra and along the lacy edge of first the left cup,then the right. You hook your finger under the edge as You pull back to watch, dragging the lace down until my hard nipple springs free. The look on Your face makes me bite my lip as You drag your fingernail back across to expose the other nipple to the cold night air and Your hot gaze. i watch Your head descend and as Your lips close around my nipple i let my head fall back with a thump and moan starting soft then getting deep and loud as your teeth scrape against the exquisitely sensitive skin, my hands pulling reflexively against the leather holding them, my hips lurching against You, oblivious to everything but Your touch and what it is doing to me.

You slide my legs apart with Your feet and knees and reach with both hands raising my skirt and bunching it at my waist so my bare ass pressed into the cold door as Your hand presses hard onto my wet throbbing pussy and Your teeth bite down on my nipple. My knees buckle and You hold me up, my whole weight resting on Your hand. i gasp and whimper as You slide Your middle finger along my dripping slit and deep inside me all at once and then pull back and add two more fingers impaling me - the other hand twisting in my hair pulling my head further back and bringing my eyes open to be snared by Yours as You slowly smile in a predatory way and whisper, "all for me". Then you pull your fingers out and up to your mouth licking them before You offer them to me and i lick them clean starting into Your eyes the whole time. 

You straighten up reaching back into Your pocket and i realize i am completely exposed and unable to cover myself and flush hotly again. You straighten the skirt letting it cover me again but leave my breasts thrust out of the bra.. offered. Then You take a wide piece of black silk and cover my eyes tying it securely behind my head under the ponytail. My breathing accelerates and i start trembling again feeling sooo very vulnerable. You kiss me and suck my lower lip into your mouth and tug hard on it as You unlock the door and open it.

You maneuver me til i am in the right spot then You pinch my nipples and tug me into the right position down and back and i am sitting in the seat. You slide your hands up the back of my legs lifting behind my knees and get my legs in and swivelled around , and You seatbelt me in, then push my legs as far apart as they will go in the seat, tugging so my hips slide forward and the skirt bunches under me again. Then the door shuts. i can't see. my arms are behind me. i am pinned in the seat. Although i am still fully dressed i am on display for whoever may happen past. i feel my nakedness keenly, my nipples hard and throbbing with each pulse beat. My clit is also hard, pulsating in the cool air and i feel the wetness trickling out of me. My hips are moving and i realize i am quite unable to stay still.

i jump when i hear the door open and then shut. i hear clothing rustle and then the unmistakable sound of a zipper coming down and i jump again when Your finger hooks the collar and pulls me awkwardly over and down. Then Your hard hot cock nudges my cheek and i turn my head licking at it blindly, finding the slit and slipping the tip of my tongue in, circling around the head sucking it into my mouth licking hard at the underside where the head meets the shaft, loving the feel and taste. Then Your hand is fisted in my ponytail and You jerk my head down and Your cock slides in deep and hard - my nose is in Your hair and i gag as the head pushes into my throat, my mouth stretched around the shaft and You groan and arch a little harder cutting off my air for a long moment before You pull back on my hair until You are almost all the way out. You fuck my mouth for a minute pushing and pulling on my head to get the sensation You want and as i feel Your shaft twitch You pull me off abruptly muttering, "not yet".

Your whole body is tense and Your hand is tight in my hair, Your breathing hard and deep for a minute. Then You blow out a deep breath and untie the ribbon in my hair letting if fall to my shoulders, sliding Your fingers through it slowly. You push me forward in my seat til You can reach the cuffs and separate them bringing them around in front of me and i roll my shoulders and wiggle my fingers. You clip them back together in front of me around the seatbelt and settle me back putting the shoulder belt in place across me then pinching my nipples hard and licking my ear at the same time causing me to arch and moan, shivering.

Then the car is starting and you say, " Now let's get you somewhere more comfortable shall we?" and i can hear the anticipation in Your voice as the car starts to move. i am finding it hard to breathe - so full of emotion i can't process all i am feeling at once. i have placed myself in a position where i have no control willingly - with forethought even. i am being treated like a ...thing. And i have never been so aroused in my life. The intensity of my response scares me and shames me. i also am wondering what i have gotten myself into - will i be able to handle the rest of what comes? The truth is, i trust You and i take my first real breath at that thought, willing my tense body to relax in the car seat.

Chapter Three

The air inside is very still and overly warm, full of the smell of warm leather and Your cologne, and me.. i can smell myself which brings a new flush to my cheeks. It is very disorienting to be in a moving car without being able to see, not to mention bound and exposed.Without thinking i bring my knees together and shift my legs to a more comfortable position and the movement draws Your attention.

"Ohhh no my dear," You say as Your hand clamps onto my left knee and squeezes long enough to make me squirm then slips underneath it and lifts and pulls my leg across the gear box to Your leg and i feel a strap across it as You seatbelt it in with You effectively spreading me wide. i noisily suck in a breath as Your fingers trail up the inside of my thigh and i open my mouth to speak but You put Your fingers, warm from my skin, across my lips and say, "shhhhhhh.... no words from you now unless I ask you to speak." i shudder and lick at Your fingers and You chuckle and pull them back. "I will have to think of a suitable punishment for those infractions!" You say in a teasing voice, and i gasp again and shiver at the thought.

The car comes to a stop and i am trying to figure out why when without warning You thrust a finger again between my wet pussy lips and deep inside me. i lurch and a soft noise escapes me and then another - louder - when Your palm presses into my hard throbbing clit. My head again drops back grinding into the seat as my hips rise to thrust against Your hand, but You pull it away to put the car back in gear and start driving again and i groooan and squirm, pulling at my wrists unconsciously but of course unable to reach. You take Your wet fingers and rub them across my nipples stopping to pinch and twist and pull the now wet flesh and i softly cry out. My hips wriggling, back arched almost painfully, each sensation magnified dramatically and working together to arouse me to a fever pitch. 

i feel the now warm leather on my naked ass,around my neck, holding my wrists together. i feel the cool air on my dripping wet hot throbbing sex and my nipples, the pain you are causing reaching my clit and drawing me closer to the brink of coming. You must sense this and move Your fingers up to my mouth sliding them in fast and deep. i hear You chuckling as i suck rhythmically, licking them clean, tasting myself on your skin. You pull Your hand away to downshift and W/we come to a stop again and i realize i am wriggling and panting shamelessly even though You aren't touching me. i jump when You say in my ear, "mmmmm soo impatient dawn. W/we are almost there and I've decided your punishment will be just this. No coming for a looong time. I am going to play with you as I please. You will have to control yourself. If you don't *laughing* then the punishment will be much worse and either way, I am enjoying this more than I could have imagined!" 

i mmmoooaaan and lurch as You lick my ear, sucking the earlobe into Your mouth to bite hard. i open my mouth ready to protest and hear you laughing again as Your hand covers my mouth and You say, "shhhhhhhh don't make Me have to gag you." You move down sucking at the sensitive skin on my neck, Your hand wrapping in my hair to tug my head back and over exposing where You want to reach as i seal my lips and whimper, hips writhing on the seat that has become slippery with my wetness. i am thinking i may lose my mind before W/we get wherever W/we are going knowing if You touch me too much more i am going to come - punishment or no.

Abruptly You let me go and the car is in motion again. i take a deep breath and let it out slowly trying to relax, then give up and cry out and arch up off the seat as Your finger slips over my clit. i bite my lip hard, my head rolling back and forth on the seat saying," noooooo" inarticulately, trying to escape Your touch to avoid the orgasm that is hovering. You abruptly swerve the car to the left and stop short and i hear the parking brake. Starting to panic a little i am scrabbling with my bound hands blindly trying to reach the seatbelt mechanism. You notice and tsk at me, taking Your finger away at the same time as You pull the lever dropping my seat back and unclick both seat belts.

Taking my wrists and pinning them over my head You lean in and kiss me hard, thrusting Your tongue into my mouth , rubbing Your leather jacket against my nipples and plunging three fingers deep and hard as You can into my dripping wide spread pussy and i scrrreeeeaaammm into Your mouth as my muscles convulse on Your fingers... writhing helplessly... loooong loud moans coming out of me as i come as hard as i can ever remember coming, the spasms going on and on. You are fucking me with Your hand, thumb mashing my clit, kissing me voraciously, sucking hard on my tongue.

Then You pull Your hand away and Your head back abruptly and say in a deep strained voice, "oohhhh bad bad girl - so wanton, so easily aroused, no self control at all - now you are really going to be punished." You click my restraints to something behind the seat so i am stretched out and i hear wet sounds -You licking Your fingers? i am panting, hips still writhing in pleasure as Your words sink in. A shudder rips through me as i start to worry about what You have in mind. i hear You groan quietly - at the sight of me? Then the car is in gear and we are moving fast once again.



The Wager



PROLOGUE

 One of the partners in my firm had gotten in early on a condominium development in SW Florida. By the time the building was complete, Mark and a few of his wealthier clients had parlayed their initial investment to the point that they now owned the entire six condos on the top floor of the prime beachfront unit. He had offered me the use of his place on numerous occasions, expounding upon the private, white sand beach, beautifully landscaped grounds, local upscale shopping (for my wife), and abundant golfing opportunities (for me). After my daughter's junior year, my wife and I decided that it might be nice to take an extended vacation before she went of to college in the fall, so I blocked off two full weeks for the first time in my career and took my partner up on his offer.

 If anything, he undersold the place. His unit had four spacious bedrooms, my 12 and 15 year old boys were estatic that they wouldn't be sharing a room, and was expensively decorated. His large kitchen had granite tops and teak wood cabinets, the living area was plushly furnished and it had a huge balcony overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. I played at least 18 holes a day while my family lounged on the beach. We ate great seafood almost every night at some fantastic local haunts and soaked up tons of sunshine.

 Midway through the second week of paradise, one of my partner's clients and co-investors came down to his place. Nicholas Pavlos, or Nico as he liked to be known, was the only son of a Greek immigrant who founded a chain of home electronics stores across the midwest. When his father passed away, Nico found himself a millionare several times over even though he had just (barely) graduated from college.

  My partner had told me that Nico was burning through his inheritance at an alarming rate. Raised primarily in Europe, he had an unquenchable thirst for good wine, fine art, hard-bodied females and illicit drugs. Mark had pulled his nuts out of the fire on more than one occasion but he didn't seem to be slowing down and at age 26, still felt the invincibility of youth.

 I had met him at the office a few times, so when I ran into him at the condo he insisted that my wife and I join him for cocktails at a party he was throwing. Knowing his reputation, I expected there would likely be some interesting characters in attendance and an unparalled spread of food and drink. After talking it over with my wife, Andrea, we decided "what the hell" and I called to accept his invitation.

 When I climbed out of the shower, Andrea was finishing her make-up. Although she had just turned forty-five, she had the body of a woman half her age. A petite woman with a trim waist, tight ass and slender legs, she had asked to get her boobs done when she turned forty. After three kids they had fallen a bit, so I gladly paid a top plastic surgeon in LA to restore them to pre-marriage form. She and I were thrilled with the results; perfect D cups, they looked completely natural and my daughter constantly complained about my wife borrowing her clothes.

 She was wearing a black lace camisole with a shelf bra over a pair of white capri pants. The pants were wonderfully snug over her great ass and a thin strip of her taut, tan tummy showed above her pants. Her light brown her was cut just below her neck, then swept at a downward angle over her shoulders. She was wearing it straight down in a manner I always found incredibly sexy. Her brown eye-shadow had the smallest hint of glitter which added to the sparkle in her green eyes. As I toweled off, she was applying a thick layer of shiny lip gloss to her pouty lips in a soft, red shade.

 "Jesus . . . You look fantastic!" I told her, drawn to the lovely swell of her breasts which were bursting atop the camisole. "Maybe we should stay home." I added with a wink.

  "Thank you sweetie!" she smiled "But I really think we need to go. He is one of Mark's biggest clients."

 "Your'e probably right. If it gets too crazy, we can always leave early." 

 As I was giving last minute instructions to our kids, Andrea walked into the living room, now wearing a pair of thong sandals with 3 1/2 inch heels. As we walked down the hallway to Nico's corner unit, I was thinking that I didn't know how my wife could have been any more attractive.

 THE PARTY

 Nico greeted us at the door and it was clear that he had started the party early. Just over six feet tall, with the lean V-shaped physique of a swimmer, his long wavy, black hair was pushed back from his face. The sun had deepened his already dark complexion and his long-sleeved white silk shirt had a few extra buttons undone revealing a smooth, muscled chest.

 "Scottie!" he exclaimed in greeting "Glad you could make it." Then turning to Andrea, his eyes passing admiringly up and down her sexy form "And this must be the lovely Mrs.Laine!" he asked taking her hand in both of his, his eyes alight with interest.

 After introductions, Nico procurred a superb Shirah for me while finding a Chardonnay for Andrea which she said was incredible. There were about a dozen others present, most of them much younger than my wife and I, but, I have to admit that Nico knew how to throw a party. I was having a great time and Andrea and I were drinking much more than usual. Nico collected art and he showed us several pieces that were quite impressive. He said he had just gotten a new painting for his bedroom, but before we could see it, he was called away by one of the other guests.

 We watched a gorgeous sunset from his spacious balcony as I lit a Cuban which Nico had given me earlier. Nico joined us at our table and removed a long, dark cigarette from a silver case, before offering one to Andrea. She giggled and looked at me, her eyebrows arched in a questioning manner. Although I had never known her to smoke anything in our time together, I told her "Go ahead. I don't mind."

 She smiled and reached for a cigarette, bringing it to her wetly shining lips to accept a light from Nico. Sensing that he was working with a rookie, he advised her "Draw real slowly, until you get the hang of it."

 Andrea took a slow drag, coughing slightly, before exhaling up into the ocean breeze. After a few more drags, she seemed to be getting quite comfortable, mimicing Nico's thin exhales and tapping her ashes into an empty cup she shared with him.

 Nico was quite drunk, but still very charming, telling humorous stories and always making sure our glasses were full. Later, as he was lighting another cigarette for my wife, I excused myself to find the bathroom. After answering the call of nature, I was feeling a liitle light-headed, so I slumped down on a huge leather couch and tried to find Sportscenter on his flat screen. Everyone else was out on the balcony, their voices and laughter muted by the thick glass of the hurricane doors.

 Several minutes later, Nico came in and collapsed in the chair next to me, his long legs extended in front of him, his eyes glassy from alcohol.

 He looked at me for a few moments, then smiled saying "I'm going to fuck your wife."

 I sputtered and laughed in response, not sure if I heard him correctly "What did you say?'

 "I said 'I'm going to fuck your wife'."

 At this I laughed harder, playing along with him, recognizing that he might be even drunker than I realized.

 "No . . . I'm serious, man!" Nico responded much more seriously "She is the hottest woman here."

 "Well . . . I appreciate that." I told him, thinking that maybe this was just his way of giving me a compliment since in fact, there were several very attractive women in attendance, all of them much younger than Andrea and who clearly had designs on Nico.

 "You think I'm kidding, don't you?" 

 I started feeling a little uncomfortable about where this was going, and not wanting to piss off my partner's drunk client, tried to play along.

 "No . . . Not at all. I'm sure you're serious. But she might have a say in this, you know."

 "Damn right I'm serious." he added as if he didn't hear me. "I'll tell you what . . . I will bet you $1,000 that I fuck your wife. Are you in or out?"

 Now I was pissed, drunk or not, this was getting ridiculous. Getting to my feet I told him" Allright . . . You made your point. I'm in! Now I think we'd better get going, it's getting late. Thanks for the invite."

 I went out on the balcony to find my wife talking with a group of young men, a wine glass and cigarette in one hand, the other holding the blacony railing. She seemed disappointed that we were leaving, but after saying goodbye to her new friends, accompanied me inside.

 Nico walked us to the door, I thanked him again, his mood seemed to have improved. Maybe he had already forgotten how he had acted, he was awfully drunk. We shook hands and he kissed Andrea lightly on the cheek before we left.

 As we got ready for bed, I thought about what Nico had said as I watched my wife slip into a white, silk nightie. He was right, she did look fantastic. When she slid into bed next to me, I kissed her reaching between her legs. 

 She laughed and softly returned my kiss "Sweetie, it's late. We're both tired. How a bout I give you a quick hand-job. Would that be okay?"

 I groaned in disappointment, but her hand quickly found my cock and with a firm, practiced grip she started in on me. Rolling over on my back, she raised up on her elbow, smiling beautifully at me as she brought me quickly towards my happy ending. She had never given me a single reason to doubt her faithfullness in our over twenty years together. It was silly to let a drunken trust-fund idiot to get under my skin.

 As I came, I knew my bet was safe.

 THE NEXT DAY

 I had a late tee-time and Andrea was fixing my lunch. The kids were already on the beach, my wife intending to meet them later after I was gone. She was wearing a black, string bikini with side ties that I had never seen before. Her full breasts were barely contained by the thin material, her tight tummy on glorious display.

 "Is that swimsuit new? You look great." I asked taking a bite of my sandwich.

 "I got it yesterday at Sak's when Katie and I went shopping. Do you like?" she asked sweetly, turning and looking over her shoulder at me.

 "I like very much." then added "Maybe I could be a few minutes late for my tee-time."

 Andrea laughed "Your'e so bad! No . . . You get out of here. This is our last day, and I want to get some more sun before we go back to boring Middleton. Maybe we'll do something tonite" she offered with a twinkle in her eye.

 Later that evening after the kids were asleep and we had turned in, Andrea suprised me by pulling back the sheets and taking my cock into her mouth. I usually had to ask for oral sex and although she never turned me down, the blowjobs she gave me were usually brief and only as a prelude to intercourse. But, I never complained.

 After I was hard I expected her to roll over on her back, but she suprised me again by sucking one of my nuts into her mouth. This was completly new to me, the pleasure was exquisite and I inhaled sharply. She worked on my other nut, licking and sucking my ball sack as she stroked me with a hand that felt like warm silk.

 Licking up the length of my shaft, she took my engorged head back into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked me, moaning softly. She pulled her lips away with a pop, smiling at me with look of self-satisfaction.

 "You like that,Darling?" she asked in an innocent voice.

 "OH Yea!" I groaned "Keep doing that!!"

 With a sultry laugh, she lowered her head, kissing my cock all over before sucking my balls again. With my shaft back in her mouth, her head began bobbing a rapid rhythm, one hand working my wetly shining cock.

 With a shout, I came in her mouth, again a first, and she swallowed each pulse, never removing her mouth until I was completely spent. Looking up at me she smiled, and kissed my stomach, then up my chest, before kissing me hard on the lips.

 "Thank you for a wonderful vacation." she sighed before laying on my still heaving chest and drifting off to sleep.

 After we got back home, she suprised me again by buying me an expensive set of irons that I had been looking at. Clearly, I had scored big points on our trip.

ONE WEEK LATER

 Several days after our return, my secretary brought me a manila folder marked "Confidential." In my line of work, this wasn't unusual but as I inspected the package I noted that it had no return address. 

  Inside I found a mini-cd and a piece of folded paper. Opening the paper, I discovered a handwritten note stating simply "You owe me $1,000."

 I put the disc in my lap-top and clicked the mouse on "Play". The video began by showing a large bedroom that I didn't recognize until Nico walked into the room . . . leading my wife by her hand. I stopped the video and picked up the phone calling my secretary "Tina . . . No calls, please." Hanging up, I clicked "Play" again.

 After watching for a few moments, it was became obvious that Nico had at least five different cameras hooked up in his bedroom. The pictures and sound were crystal clear, the audio/video equipment must have been the top of the line from his chain of stores.

 Andrea was wearing the black two-piece I had seen her in our last morning in Florida, but she had slipped into her high-heeled thong slides that she had worn the previous evening to the party. She had also applied the light brown eye shadow with glitter and her lips glistened in a soft, red shade. Nico was shirtless, wearing only a pair of long, baggy swim trunks.

 He led her over towards the large painting next to his bed, and then stood directly behind her, both holding tall champagne glasses.

 "Oh . . . Nico!" my wife exclaimed "It is beautiful . . . I love the colors he used . . . They are so vibrant . . . vivid really."

 As she spoke, Nico placed his hand softly on my wife's bare midsection, just above the gentle swell of her hip. I saw Andrea's eyes dart down to his hand when she felt his touch, but she did not move away or voice any objection. Instead, you could see a thin smile start to form on her lips.

 Still standing behind her, Nico slowly slid his hand across the front of her tight, tan tummy and down between her legs. Andrea spread her legs slightly as he began to gently rub her pussy on the outside of her suit. Her eyes closed, now leaning back into his broad shoulders.

 With a groan, Andrea turned into his arms, her face inches from his. Looking up into his eyes, she said softly:

 "I really shouldn't be here."

 Nico took her glass from her hand and placed it on the bedside table with his own. He put both his hands on her hips, my wife responding by resting her hands lightly on his tanned and corded forearms.

 "You are free to leave if you want." Nico told her.

 Andrea quickly responded with a sexy smile "Oh no . . . You misunderstood me. I said I shouldn't be here. I didn't say anything about wanting to leave!"

 With that she lifted her arms up over his shoulders and pulled his face down to her hungry lips. They kissed softly at first, Andrea's tongue darting into his open mouth, before Nico pulled her into his hot embrace. His lips pressed hard against hers, her hands slding down to cradle the sides of his face as their tongues dueled. Nico cupped one of my wife's firm breasts in his hand, his thumb lightly gliding across and already stiff nipple.

 Andrea moaned softly into his mouth as they kissed passionately, his hands now on her tight ass cheeks, pulling her hard against his bulging crotch.

 They continued to kiss for several minutes, my wife's hand slid into the the waistband of his swimsuit, fondling his cock. Nico pulled away from her luscious lips leaving her panting. He took a step, a smug look on his face, and put his hands on Andrea's shoulders applying slight downward pressure. My wife, clearly recognizing what he wanted, eagerly got to her knees pulling his suit to his ankles with a firm tug.

 Nico's cock sprung free and Andrea quickly grabbed it, her eyes wide in a mixture of suprise and delight. He appeared to be at least 9 inches long, with a thick shaft that my wife's hand could not completely encircle, and large heavy balls in a nut sack that looked to be shaven.

 My wife brought his cock to her lips and lovingly kissed its bulbous head, her tongue snaking out to lick its tip. She dropped her jaw and took him into her mouth, slowly bobbing her head as she stroked him with both of her tiny hands.

 Nico started talking to her "Oh . . . That's it! That feels good . . . But you gotta suck it harder . . . I like my girls to suck it real hard!!"

 I saw my wife's cheeks hollow as she did as she was told, and you could hear her slurping and slobbering over his thick member. Nico groaned loudly, clearly approving of her response. Andrea pulled her lips away with an audible pop and looked up at Nico panting.

 "Is that better?" she asked eagerly "Does that feel good, Baby!?"

 "Ahh . . . Shit! Fuck yeah! That's much better!" Nico laughed in response. "Now I want you to work on my balls! Lick my ball sack!!"

 Andrea lowered her head, as she lifted his long cock upward, her tongue darting out to lightly lick his smooth sack.

 "AAAhhhh . . . Fuck Andrea! That's it! Now . . . Suck my balls! Put them in your mouth and suck . . .!"

 Nico's eyes closed, his head arched backward as my wife slurped first one, then his other heavy nut past her wetly shining lips, sucking har. She continued to stroke his hard shaft as she sucked him, the diamonds in her wedding bands sparkling in the bright Florida sunlight that illuminated his bedroom.

 Nico spread his legs and continued to guide her "Now . . . I want you to lick right behind my balls!" My wife bent further, her head now between his legs. "Oh Fuck! . . . That's it . . . That's . . . OH Fuck!!"

 After returning to sucking his balls, Andrea licked slowly up his hard shaft and took him back into her mouth, her head bobbing a steady rhythm.

 Nico pushed her hair back from her face and whispered "Look at me, Baby! I want to look at you with my cock in your mouth!"

 Andrea stopped and did as she was told, looking up at Nico from her knees, a pleased smile on his face.

 "Aaaah Fuck! . . . You are so beautiful!! I wanted you like this from the first minute I saw you! Do you like sucking my dick? Does it taste good?!"

 My wife started to pull her head back to answer but Nico quickly stopped her.

 "No . . . Don't move! Do you like sucking my cock?" he asked again in a firm tone.

 Andrea's muffled response sounded like an enthusiastic "MMMMmmmmm HHhhhmmmmm!!!!!"

 Nico smiled "That's better. I want to hear you while you suck me! I want you to show me how much you love my dick!"

 Andrea began moaning loudly as she sucked him, her head now rapidly bobbing over his length. I couldn't believe he hadn't cum yet.

 Nico pulled his wetly shining shaft from my wife's lips and held his cock away from her. When she reached for it with her open mouth, he pulled it further away. "Wait!" he instructed "Sit back. Now . . . Open your mouth. That's it! Stick your tongue a little bit!" Andrea did as she was told.

 Nico smacked his thick cock against her lips and tongue several times, occasionally also smacking her nose and cheeks.

 "You want this? You want this big cock?!! You gotta beg for it!! Lemme hear you beg!!!"

  "I want your big cock!!" my wife quickly panted in a husky voice "Please . . . Let me suck your big dick!! I'll make you feel real good!! I promise!!"

 With a harsh laugh, Nico slammed his cock back in my wife's mouth, his hands now holding her head as he started to fuck her face. Andrea put her hands on his thick thigh muscles and tried to hang on as he continued to drive his long shaft into her mouth, groaning like a crazy man.




The Wager



He stopped as abruptly as he started and told Andrea to take off her top. Learning from her earlier mistake, she kept him in her mouth as she reached behind her back to untie the string, pulling the suit off her shoulders and casting it on the bedroom floor. She continued to blow him as Nico peered down at her. 

 "Fuck,those are some nice tits! Push 'em together for me!!"

 Andrea pushed her full, firm tits together as her mouth continued to hungrily work his cock, moaning as she did so. Nico pulled his cock away with a pop and my wife looked up at him, still cupping her breasts, her face flushed, her eyes filled with lust.

 Nico ran his cock over her upraised boobs, her nipples swollen, my wife still kneeling in front of him clothed only in her tiny bikini bottom and high heels.

 "I want to fuck you now." He said matter-of-factly. "I need some pussy! Get on the bed!!"

 My wife got quickly to her feet and walked towards the king-sized bed. She started to kick off her heels but Nico told her "Leave those on." They make you look even more slutty! I like that!!"

 Andrea undid the side-ties allowing the suit to fall to the floor, revealing a closely trimmed triangle above her moist slit. 

 "Lie down and spread your legs. That's it! Now . . . I want you to finger your pussy!! Show me how you finger yourself when you get horny!!"

 My wife reached between her legs and started to rub her pussy in a circular fashion, her hips grinding against her hand, Naively, I never even suspected my wife of masturbating. To my knowledge, she didn't use a vibrator and I was under the impression that our monthly sessions were enough. Clearly, given the manner in which she was working her clit, I was, once again, terribly mistaken.

 Andrea began to moanas she fingered her clit, Nico grinning at the sight of my lovely wife working herself towards and orgasm.

 "Are you wet? Lick your fingers . . . I want you to taste yourself! Am I gonna like your pussy?" he prodded.

 Andrea daintily licked at her finger before plunging it into her mouth sucking it clean.

 "Oh God!! . . . I'm so wet! . . . So fucking hot!! God, I want you so bad!!"

 Nico strode towards the bed, his erection bobbing proudly in front of him. He kneeled between my wife's outstretched legs and stroked his cock as she continued to finger her pussy.

 "What do you want me to do, Andrea? Or should I say, Mrs. Laine?!!"

  "Give me your big cock, Baby! You have no idea how badly I need this!!" she pleaded with him.

 "What about your husband?" he mocked as he leaned forward rubbing the head of his cock over her swollen pussy lips causing her to shudder.

 "Don't . . . Don't talk about him." Andrea moaned, clearly unsettled that he had mentioned me. "Just do me! Now!! . . . Don't tease me like this!!!!"

 "But your married, and your kids are out on the beach below us. Are you sure you want to do this?!!"

 Nico pushed the bulbous head of his cock into her pussy but quickly withdrew it.

 "OOOhhh . . . Jesus!! Please fuck me!! I want you to fuck me, Baby!! Please . . . Just give me your big cock!" Andrea was squirming beneath his bulk. "Just fuck me, Baby! . . . I want . . . . OOOOOHHHHH SSSHHIITTTTT!!!!!!"

 Nico caught my wife off guard as she was begging to be fucked, sliding is long, hard shaft deep into her married pussy. She inhaled sharply as he began to slowly saw in and out of her, his ass cheeks flexing. My wife's head rolled on the bed, her hip driving off the mattress to meet her young lover's thrusts, a smug smirk on his lips.

 "You like my cock in your pussy?!!" he asked as he drove into her "How's that feel?!"

 "AAaaaahhh . . . Fuck! . . . So Good! . . . So . . . so good!! Fuck me,Baby!! Just keep fucking me!!!!!"

 Nico lowered his lips towards hers and my wife reached up to grab the sides of his face, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth, as she ground her hips against him. The wet slap of their bodies mixing erotically with her moans and the creak of the bedsprings.

 Nico buried his cock to the hilt in my wife, his head arched back, his mouth open.

 "AAAaaahhh Shit, Baby! . . . I love your tight pussy! You are so fucking wet!!" He started fucking her more slowly, rolling at the bottom of his strong thrusts, my wife wriggling eagerly beneath him.

 After grinding slowly against her for several minutes, Nico raised himself up on his arms and picked up the pace of his fucking, his hips driving furiously between my wife's outstretched legs. Andrea's hands grabbed his tight ass cheeks as he slammed into her, pulling him hard against her as she lifted her hips off the bed to meet his thrusts.

 "OOHHH BABY!! Don't stop fucking me!! Fuck me, Baby!!!! Your'e gonna make me cum!!!"

 Nico continued his assault, slamming his long, thick rod deep into my wife's pussy, her heavy breasts bouncing with each hard thrust.

 When her orgasm hit, Andrea inhaled sharply before shouting "OOOOOHHHHHH MMMMYYY GGAAWWDDD!!"

 Her body shuddering beneath her young lover, her thighs noticably twitching, her breathing shallow and ragged. She tossed her head back and forth on the bed and arched her back, her french-manicured nails biting into Nico's ass cheeks as he continued to saw his cock into her unfaithful pussy.

 "AAaahh . . . FUCK! . . . Oh god! . . . Oh my God!! . . . Jesus! . . . Oh . . . OH . . .OH!" she moaned as her orgasm coursed through her lithe body, her eyes screwed shut.

 When she finally opened her eyes, she was panting like she had just run a marathon, a look of wonder on her face. Nico looked down and smiled, his body continuing to slap against hers.

 After she caught her breath, my wife reached up towards Nico's face pulling him down, her mouth open and her tongue extending to meet his. They kissed softly and Nico settled between her legs, his cock bottomed out in her pussy.

 When he finally pulled away from her hungry lips, Nico started to pound his thick shaft in a deep, steady rhythm, building up his speed. Andrea sensed that he working up to his own orgasm and ground her hips against him, urging him on in a slutty tone.

 "That's it, Baby!! Give it to me!!! Fuck me,Baby!!! I wanna feel your cum!!! Your cock is so fucking big and it feels so good in my hot pussy!! Fuck me, Baby!! Fuck Me!!"

 Nico picked up his pace, a pleased smile on his face. "OHHH . . . Shit!! . . . I'm gonna give it to you!!! I'm gonna cum!! . . . I wanna cum in your mouth!! Let me cum in your mouth!!"

 "Give it to me, Baby!!" my wife pleaded "I want to taste your cum!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!"

 Nico groaned and continued to fuck Andrea a few moments longer before pulling his wetly shining cock from between her legs amd moving up quickly to straddle her face. Andrea raised her head and brought one arm under his legs to reach for his cock bringing it to her lips. Taking him quickly into her mouth as she frantically stroked his shaft, Nico threw his head back tensing before he groaned and exhaled, his body jerking as he shot load after load of his hot cum into my wife's eager mouth. Andrea was moaning with lust as she struggled to swallow his seed as she worked his hard shaft with her hand.

 With a final moan and involuntary shudder, Nico's climax was over, his chest rising and falling. Andrea nevertheless continued to suck only reluctantly relinquishing his now flaccid manhood when it slid from her lips. She planted a sloppy kiss on the mushroom head of his dick before Nico rolled away.    With this, my wife's transformation was complete. No longer a loving and faithful wife and mother, she had become a wanton slut.

 Andrea looked at the young man lying naked next to her with a questioning smile on her face. Nico laughed when he caught her looking at him with big puppy dog eyes.

 "What!" he sputtered, raising an arm so she could cozy up next to him, her head on his shoulder, her hand on his chest.

 "Nothing!" she responded, a pleased and contented smile on her lips. She squeezed him tightly in her arms, kissing him on the chest.

 When Nico sat up against the headboard, Andrea did the same fluffing a pillow behind her back. He reached inside the bedside table and pulled out his silver cigarette case. he lit one of his long, dark cigarettes and offered it to my wife. She took it between her outstretched fingers and brought it to her lips, taking a slow drag. She exhaled and watched as Nico lit a cigarette for himself before settling back against the headboard. Nico reached for his champagne glass and drained its contents before handing both their glasses to Andrea.

 "How about your freshing these up? You made me thirsty!" he added with a sly grin.

 Andrea grinned back and took the glasses from him. Moments later, she returned with their drinks and sat on Nico's side of the bed, one slender leg bent and raised, lying against his muscular thigh.

 As Nico sipped from his glass, my wife took another drag on her cigarette and exhaled a thin stream away from the bed. Nico looked at her with raw lust in her eyes.

 "Damn . . . You are so gorgeous . . . So damn sexy! I wanted you so fucking bad I could barely take my eyes off you at party!"

 Andrea laughed in response "I noticed!" I wasn't suprised at all when you called this morning."

 "I gotta admit . . . I was a little suprised that you agreed to see me. Have you done this before?"

 "Of course I've done this before . . . I've got three kids!" Andrea replied with a sly grin.

 Initially confused, Nico's eyes narrowed before he grinned and said "No . . . I don't mean this . . . " he lifted his thick cock and pointed it my wife "I mean this!" picking up her hand and directing her attention to her wedding bands.

 "I knew what you meant the first time!" Andrea teased "And the answer is 'no' I've never slept with anyone but my husband."

 Nico studied my wife closely to determine if she was joking with him again. "Really? . . . Nothing at all? I can't believe that I'm your first lover."

 My wife shrugged her shoulders and looked away briefly as she took a long draw off her cigarette.

 "Well . . . I said I've never slept with anyone else . . ."

 Quickly interested, Nico pressed her. "I thought so . . . C'mon . . . Don't leave me hanging!" he squeezed her my wife's slender thigh.

 Andrea sipped from her glass and smiled at her young lover. "Okay . . . Last summer . . . We threw a big party for the summer interns and all my husbands partners and their spouses were there. It got a little crazy and lets just say I was having a really . . . really good time." She took another drag of her cigarette.

 "Anyway . . . I was in the kitchen mixing another pitcher of margaritas when one of the interns came in. I'd caught him staring at me earlier, but not in a creepy way . . . I was flattered really . . . God was he gorgeous! He'd played football before law school and he was big and muscular . . . quite different from my husband. I could tell when he came into the kitchen that he had something on his mind."

 Nico was listening intently as my wife took a final drag and stabbed her cigarette out, putting her glass on the bedside table, next to the ashtray. Before continuing her story, she picked up his thick hose that was stirring on his thigh and began to slowly stroke him with both her hands.

 "We didn't even talk about it, We both knew what he wanted so I took him by the hand and led him upstairs to our bedroom. I closed the door and he started to kiss me . . . and before I knew it . . . we were lying on the bed and and he had my panties off. I had his cock in my hand but before we could take it any further, I heard my husband downstairs calling for me."

 "God . . . I was so scared . . . I mean . . . Do you realize how easily we could've been caught? Anyway . . . we straightened up and I went downstairs to get my husband back ouside so Aaron could come down. I felt so guilty afterwards I bought my husband a driver that he had wanted for the longest time!"

 "Did you see him again . . . the intern?"

  Andrea shook her head "He called me several times . . . but I asked him to stop. Like I said, I felt terrible afterwards . . . I mean this kid worked for my husband and we were in our bedroom . . . " he voice drifted off.

 She shook herself "But anyway . . . It did get me thinking."

 "About what?"

 Andrea's mouth curled into a sexy smile. 

 "About this!" she whispered.

 She lowered her mouth to his cock, kissing and licking its bulbous head, before leaning over further, her mouth dancing slowly across his tight abs, before nibbling at the front of his cock.

 My wife continued "About what it woulod be like to be with another man . . . especially a younger man." She took him back into her mouth.

 " About how another man would look like . . . and taste like! . . . and how he would be in bed!" sucking him again, you could hear the slurping.

 "How his young . . . hard . . . body would feel against my skin . . . and how big his cock would be! MMMMmmmm . . . I never dreamed it would be as big and hard as yours, Baby!!!"

 With a low moan, my wife began to lustily suck her young lover's cock, one hand working in unision with her loving mouth, the other cupping his heavy ball sack.

 It was clear my wife was a quick study when it came to oral treats. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked his thick shaft, moaning and slurping with the enthusiasum of a well paid whore. She took each of his balls into her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue lightly up and down the front of his shaft, finally taking his cock back into her mouth. Nico clenched his ass clearly enjoying my wife's efforts.

 She pulled her lips off with a loud pop and studied his wetly shining manhood. Smiling sexily at Nico, my wife rolled over onto her back and spread her legs, one hand sliding across her flat tummy to her pussy where she began to rub her swollen clit. 

 Nico quickly knelt between her legs and eased the thick head of his straining cock past my wife's pussy lips. He drove the length of his cock deep into her married pussy and began to lustily fuck her.

 My wife put her hand on his muscular chest. "Whoa . . . Slow down, Baby! . . .Not so fast!" she told him. "My husband won't be done playing golf for hours. We don't need to be in any hurry!"

 Andrea raised her head off the bed to kiss her young lover, her tongue sliding between his lips. She settled back onto the bed and shifted to a more comfortable position.

 "This time . . . I want to tell YOU exactly how I want to be fucked!!"

 Nico smiled down at my wife and began to roll his hips against her, an amused smile on his lips. My wife and Nico made love softly and slowly for the next hour or so, her young lover pulling long, strong orgasms out of lithe body, Andrea panting and screaming profanities, writhing beneath his bulk, gleaming with sweat.

 After he came in her for the third time, Andrea asked if she could use his shower "So I don't smell like I've been fucking!" she grinned.

 Nico had cameras in his bathroom and I watched as he fucked my wife from behind as she braced herself against the tiled walls, her heavy breasts swinging lewdly beneath her.

 I felt empty as I turned off the computer, slumping down in my leather chair. I barely recognized the woman who had fucked and sucked Nico with such abandon as my wife and the mother of my three kids. Her story aboout the intern caused my blood to boil anew as I remembered recently writing a letter of recommendation for that bastard Aaron. I went out to my car and sat motionless in the seat.

 My practice had grown from a two man partnership to a 20 person firm over the length of my marriage. The financial consquences of a divorce would be devastating, not to mention the emotional impact it would have on my kids.

 With my options limited, I resolved to somehow move past this, and focus on the future. I was probably playing way too much golf and my billable hours had gotten crazy. I could work on improving both these areas. Plus, I had detected nothing in Andrea's demeanor that would cause me to think this was nothing more than a one time fling, something she had to get out of her system. Things were great at home, and in bed, and although I realized now where she had picked up her impressive oral skills, how could I complain about getting great head from my gorgeous, sexy wife? The decision made, I drove home.

 FOUR WEEKS LATER

 "Who are you going to dinner with?" I asked Andrea as she slipped into her sexy ankle strap sandals with the 4 inch heels. She looked incredible in a navy, scooped neck dress that fit her slim body like a second skin, her cleavage proudly on display. Andrea walked to the mirror and started to apply a thick layer of shiny gloss to her pouty lips.

 "Just Randi and some of the girls." she responded, studying herself closely in the mirror.

 Randi Boehmon lived a few streets over and was my wife's most attractive friends. I'd caught myself lusting after her at numerous parties, even wondering if I was going to hell for the thoughts that ran through my mind when I would see her at mass. But she had a spotless reputation, a soccer mom-of-the-year type, and was married to a great guy with two beautiful kids. I was glad my wife seemed to be spending more and more time with her.

 I walked up behind Andrea and slid my hands across her firm tummy. I nuzzled her neck and took and earlobe gently between my lips.

 "You know . . . We could send the kids out for pizza and you could tell the girls you've got a headache."

 "You're so bad!" my wife grinned at me "Can I take a raincheck? I've been dying to try this new tapas place."

 I kissed her on the back of the neck "Can't blame a guy for trying. Hey . . . Will you be needing your checkbook? I need to update our accounts."

 "No . . . I'll use my plastic. My checkbooks in my purse." she told me as I walked downstairs.

 I opened my wife's purse and found her checkbook when I noticed a long, rectangular bulge in a side zip pocket. Andrea was still upstairs, so I quickly unzipped the pocket and was suprised to discover a hard pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120s and an expensive looking lighter. The thought of my wife smoking took me quickly back to Florida and I got a awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. I heard my wife coming downstairs and I quickly returned the items to her purse.

 Her high heels clicked on the hard wood floor as she walked across the kitchen, throwing a small cosmetic bag in her purse.

 "Bye Sweetie!" she called brightly as she went out the door. 

 I walked to the front room and watched as her black Lexus convertible came down the driveway. She had her top down and our windows were open on a gorgeous late summer day. Andrea was already on her cell phone and I heard a throaty laugh and then she said "I can't wait either, Baby! I'll be there soon!" as she acclerated rapidly down the cul-de-sac.

 ONE WEEK LATER

 When my secretary brought me the manila folder, I wasn't the least bit suprised. I ran a letter opener across the top and dumped its contents on my desk. Several mini-discs clattered on my desktop followed by a single, small piece of paper. The handwritten note said simply "You owe me $12,0000".

 The discs were dated and found the one from my wife's recent dinner with the girls. No set up this time, the video began with the image of my wife on her hands and knees, still wearing the dress and high heels I had watched her put on. I recognized Nico, who had flipped her dress up over her tight little ass and was thrusting his thick shaft deep into her pussy as he kneeled behind her on a big leather couch.

 I also recognized Randi Boehmon as she sat off to one side, her legs crossed seductively, a short skirt riding high up a slender thigh. A glass of wine in one hand, a long, white cigarette between outstretched fingers in the other, she had a lewd smile on her face and you could hear her urging Nico on.




The Wager



I didn't recognize the other young man who had his cock in my wife's mouth, her wetly shining lips stretched by his girth.



The Wager



A few weeks ago, an old friend Chris invited me to a poker night. The game was hosted at the home of a friend of his named Mike. I knew Mike, but only as an acquaintance. He is mid thirties, successful, single, fit, and always with a different hotty. He is also arrogant, condescending, and generally a dick.

My car was in the shop so my wife Stef dropped me off. We arranged for her to pick me up later that evening. 

After five hours the game was winding down. There were only four of us left. Stef had arrived about ten minutes before and was patiently sitting on the sofa waiting for us to finish. Mike was trying to flirt with Stef as we played. It was annoying but I was determined not to let it distract me. Anyway, she was not responding to him. Five quick hands later and only Mike and I were left. We had roughly even stacks. 

Two hands later I went all in and he followed me. I had slow played him on a full house and was really looking forward to cleaning out the arrogant bastard. I was about to lie them down when Mike held up his hand to stop me. "I'll tell you what. You like that car out front? I'll throw it in the pot." He drove a very nice car.

"I'm already all in," I said.

"I'm sure you're good for it," he said. 

"Nope, I don't have that kind of cash lying around," I said, disappointed.

"Hmmm," he leaned back and scratched under his chin. "In that case," he said slowly, "put up an hour with your wife." 

I waited to see if he was joking. When I realized he was not, my blood boiled. Should I go around the table or over it to get my hands on him? Then I thought about my full house and I thought of the pleasure of driving away in his car. As the urge to punch him faded and I considered the wager, I was surprised to feel my dick stiffening. The act of risking my wife in a wager like this was apparently somehow erotic. I put the cards face down on the table and stood up. "Excuse me a second," I said. 

I took Stef into the next room. "You have got to be fucking kidding me. Absolutely not. I should leave you just for suggesting it."

"Baby. I have a full house. A full house! He can't beat it. There's no chance. Did you see that car?" It took a few more minutes but she finally caved. 

We went back in. I sat down at my seat, took one last glance at my cards, and said, "I'm in."

"Now hold on, since you're in this together, I need to hear it from both of you."

"She's in," I said impatiently.

"Then let's hear it from her," he said.

"I'm in," she said in a whisper, barely audible. 

"Just so we're clear, if I win, you leave, she stays. I'll drop her off when I am done. And nothing is off limits - you understand - nothing. We good?" I nodded. He looked at her over my shoulder and waited.

"Yes," she whispered again, even softer this time.

I dropped my full house on the table. He looked at it, then casually flipped four threes on to the table one after another. "Sorry pal." 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I shouted and slammed the table. I looked back at Stef. She looked like she had been hit on the head with a rock.

"Mike, you can't go through with this. It's nuts," said Chris. 

Mike thought about it for a second, "Ok, the pot is mine, but I'll give you a chance to win back your wife. 5 cards straight. You win, you take your lovely wife home, unmolested."

"And if you win?" I asked. 

He thought for another few seconds, "If I win, you have to sit there and watch me take her." An image of that scene flashed through my mind, and my cock went rock hard. 

I looked over at her. She gave me a pleading look as if to say, "Get us out of this." I nodded again to Mike.

He dealt the cards face down on the table. My heart was in my throat. We both checked our cards. "Well," he said, "Your lucky night." He threw his cards down, nothing, jack high. I dropped my cards face down on the table, put my head in my hands and let out a low moan.

"What!? You can't even beat that? Man, that is some luck," he laughed. "Well, sorry bro, but I gave you every chance."

"You're going to go through with this?" Chris asked, looking from Stef to me.

"A bet's a bet." I said miserably. 

Chris and Ed left. The three of us were alone in the house. 

Mike walked over to Stef and kissed her hard on the mouth. "Sweety, why don't you go into the bathroom and freshen up?" Stef walked out to toward the bathroom, stiff like a zombie. Mike moved over to the sofa. I could see his cock stiffening down the leg of his pants. Pre-cum was running down my own hard shaft.

Five minutes later Stef was back, looking more miserable than ever. I sat there, still at the table. She walked slowly, reluctantly over to Mike, and stood before him. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. As usual, she was not wearing a bra. 

"Strip." It was a command, not a request. 

Slowly, reluctantly, she reached for the buttons on her jeans. She undid them and pushed the jeans down over her hips. The jeans fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them. She was wearing a black lace thong that hid nothing. She reached up and pulled her shirt over her head. Her tits were perfect and they looked best with her arms up like that. A wicked smile crawled across Mike's face. Finally she hooked her fingers in the straps of her panties and slid them down her legs in one smooth motion. 

Mike let out a long low whistle. "Damn what a body. And shaved smooth. If I knew it was like this, I would have bet my house. Sweetheart, why don't you turn around, bend over?" Resigned to it, she did as he said, resting her hands on the back of the chair beside me. She stared into my eyes, obviously very unhappy. I noticed she was quivering slightly. 

He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh. She flinched as he touched her and her body went tense as his hand went higher and higher. She jumped when his fingers touched her clit. And then he was laughing. I looked at her confused. She was staring down at the chair, refusing to meet my eyes, her face going a deep deep red. "Looks at this," he said to me, holding up his hand. "She is absolutely soaked." I looked up. Her juice glistened on his fingers. "It's actually running down her leg. My god man, don't you fuck this girl?" 

With that, he dropped his pants. I didn't want to look, but I did. I had heard rumors that he was big, but I was not prepared for what I saw. He was porn star material, long, thick, and obviously rock throbbing hard. "Normally I'd go down on them to loosen them up a bit, but I would say she's ready now, aren't you?" She was silent. 

With one hand he grabbed her hip. With the other he gripped his shaft and lined it up on her dripping pussy. First he teased her a bit, slipping his bulging head in and out. She gave a gasp when he finally started to slide it in. Slowly he slid his full length into her. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized just how big he was. I looked down at her face, only a few feet from mine. Her jaws were clamped, and she had a death grip on the top of the chair. Her nude body was glistening in a fine layer of perspiration. 

He took a firm grip on each of her hips and started to pump her. Slowly at first, then harder; soon he was slamming into her. She let out small grunts with each thrust and turned her face from me. "No, no sweety, you need to be looking at him while we are doing this." He reached down and grabbed her by the chin, roughly turning her face towards me. Our eyes locked.

He fucked her from behind for a while and then moved her onto the sofa. Over the course of about twenty minutes, he fucked her in five different positions. He was energetic and not gentle. When he wanted to reposition her, he grabbed her and pulled her the way he wanted her. Occasionally he would pull out of her pussy and jam his penis into her mouth, fucking her mouth until she gagged. He slapped her ass hard. He bit her nipples until she screamed. He pinned her down while he fucked her. But he was always careful to line her up so I could see her face and watch her reaction to what he was doing. 

He ended up on top of her missionary style, pounding deep into her with long steady strokes. For the past fifteen minutes, I had been aware that she was fighting not to cum. Now as he slammed into her, the tone of her gasps changed. I realized she had lost the fight and was nearing orgasm. He sensed it too and quickened his pace, thrusting faster and deeper into her. He fucked her so hard that they went right off the sofa and onto the floor. He didn't miss a stroke. Finally she came hard and long. And he came too, releasing it deep inside her. When they finished, they were both still for a minute, panting. He stayed buried in her. She was flushed all over and covered in sweat. 

While they were distracted, I adjusted my erection and stood up. "Alright," I said, "let's get the fuck out of here."

"Whoa there brother," he said. "You wagered an hour. I'm not done yet."

Angry but with nothing to say, I dropped back into the chair. 

He let his softening dick slip out of her. She gasped as it went. He sat back on the sofa and motioned her to get up. "Go ahead sweety, clean me up, and let's just see if that pretty little mouth of yours can bring me up again."

She knelt before him and leaned her head into his lap. I had a full view of her ass; I could see that her pussy was stretched and swollen. Cum and juice dripped in long strings down the insides of her thighs. Before long her head was bobbing up and down on his cock. I was not pleased to see the enthusiasm with which she was sucking him. 

"That's it girl. Now the balls." She sucked his huge balls one after the other into her mouth, while gripping his shaft in both hands. As she played her tongue across his sack, I could see him hardening again. She moved back to his penis, alternately running her tongue over his head, or sliding half his member down her throat. I recognized the technique. Before long, he was rock hard again. 

He pushed her back onto the floor -- not gently, stood up and left the room. She lay there still and prone, her legs trembling, arms splayed at her sides, staring at the ceiling. "Honey," I said. She wouldn't even look at me. 

He came back with a bottle of lube. "On your knees, girl. Don't look at me like that, you knew this was coming."

She got on her hands and knees, face towards me. He knelt down behind her, slathered his cock in the lube and threw the bottle aside. Again he grabbed her hip with one hand and lined up his cock with the other. He tried to enter her. "Hey sweety relax a little." He tried again but still could not get in. He looked up at me, "Don't tell me this is new for her?" I just looked away, livid. "Oh girl, your first time. This is going to be a treat." 

He reached forward with one hand and grabbed her by the hair. He pulled her head up so she was facing me again. "Look at him while I am fucking you." Even though he could not see her eyes, she obediently opened them and stared defiantly at me. He lined up on her again, and this time got his head in. Working slowly and patiently, he eventually got her to relax and started sliding in and out of her. She moaned with his every thrust.

"Here baby, give me your hand, this will make it easier for you." He grabbed her right wrist and pushed her hand up between her legs. "You work on that part while I work on this part. The sooner you cum, the sooner I'll cum." She obeyed him and started rubbing herself. Now she was moaning not in pain but in pleasure. Her hand was working hard on her clit. Occasionally she would reach further back and cup his swinging balls. When she did it, he would look over at me and smile. 

I heard her orgasm start to build again. She wasn't fighting it anymore; she wanted to cum. Just like last time, when he noticed her about to cum he fucked her harder. They came hard together. Through the whole thing, she held my gaze. When he was finished, Mike leaned back, slowly pulling out of her. A deep moan escaped her and his cock slid out of her ass. 

As he released her hips, she melted limp to the floor. He rolled her over onto her back. She lay there at his knees, completely surrendered. He lay down on top of her and kissed her deeply. She kissed him back, placing her hands on his neck and head to press his mouth hard to hers. She brought her knees up and tilted her hips to invite him into her; she wrapped her legs around his thighs and pushed her pelvis up against his. Now it was not the wager but passion that was driving her. After a few minutes, he pulled back from her lips and checked his watch. I saw disappointment play across her face. "Hour's up. Let yourselves out. Oh, and sweetheart, you call me anytime." He stood up and walked out of the room. 

Stef slowly got to her feet. She cringed in discomfort when she lifted her leg to put on her jeans. 

I surreptitiously adjusted my cock, then walked to the door and waited for her. As she passed the table she flipped over my cards and slowly, with the tip of her index finger, fanned them out. A pair of tens.



The Wager



As soon as Mindy arrived home she made a Bee line for her husband. Before he had a chance to even say hello she was on her knees, fishing his cock out of his shorts and sucking on it greedily.

"Um... how was your day?" Asked Jeff, puzzled by but not objecting to his wife's unexpected affection.

"Mmm mm Mmm M MM m" slurped Mindy, not easing up on Jeff's cock for a second. 

Jeff was bewilderment increased at an exponential rate to the rate of how much he objected decreased. "Okay dear, well when you are finished down there, we can talk about your day, okay hun?"

"Mmm mm." Mumbled Mindy in a way that Jeff assumed to be agreement. 

********

Ten minutes later, Jeff was zipped back up and sat in his chair whilst his wife, her belly full of cum remained knelt on the floor looking up at him.

"So dear," began Jeff, "How was your day?"

"Oh the usual." Replied Mindy, "Except that I met this one guy and well, he was like so weird." 

"How do you mean?"

"Well he told me that he could like, control peoples' minds and stuff. It was really stupid. He told me that he could make anyone he wanted become slightly horny within thirty seconds and a total slut in like five minutes."

"But that's ridiculous!" snorted Jeff.

"I know," giggled Mindy, "I told him that too. So he told me that if I was so sure why not make a bet with him. I told him no of course, but then he got out a wad of cash. He told me that he bet me five grand that with just the power of his mind, he could make me feel horny before I was able to pick the five grand off the floor."

"I hope you slapped him round the face." Scoffed Jeff,

"I was going to." Replied Mindy, "But I saw that the money was held together by one of those paper thingies, so I knew that I could pick it up like super quickly. Even if he had all those super-duper magic powers that he claimed, I could win the bet in seconds." 

Jeff noticed that Mindy's hand was now up her skirt and she had begun to play with herself. A small sense of worry began to come over him: "So what did you do?"

"I agreed of course silly." Giggled Mindy playfully, "I mean, how could I lose?"

"So what happened?" There was an awful lot more seriousness in Jeff's voice this time.

"Well I won the bet didn't I!" squealed Mindy happily. "He even tried to cheat when I agreed to the bet by putting the wad of cash away, opening a suitcase and empty five thousand pound coins onto the floor. 

"He had over twenty minutes to try and work his silly mind control magic on me but it didn't work! I feel the same as I always have. When I won the bet, I even decided to suck his cock, just to show him how silly he had been."

"What!" screamed Jeff, "How does that make him look silly?"

"It just does silly." Replied Mindy "I always like to suck a guy's cock when he is being silly and that guy was one of the silliest Billys I have ever met. He was trying to bet me he could make me horny, when I am always horny anyway. He couldn't win. He said all sorts of silly things like I would be addicted to cock sucking but I'm not addicted, I could stop if I wanted to but I don't.

"He told me I'd become all giggly and ditzy but I've been that way as long as you've known me, haven't I sweetie-kins? That's why you don't mind me working in the strip club, cos I'm too airheaded for the office."

"Mindy, baby." Began Jeff "I have never said that to you. You don't work in a strip club, you're a chartered accountant."

Mindy just smiled at him, "I love it when you tell jokes. After all the fucking, that's the one thing I love most about you. It's why you're gonna laugh so much at the last thing Mr Stupid Head tried to do."

Jeff was in full blown panic mode now. "What did he try to do?"

"He tried to tell me that when I arrive home today, I would immediately give you a blowjob and that when I did, ten minutes later my tits would grow to three times their size and sensitivity. He said my lips would puff up and shine bright red and a tattoo would appear just above my ass saying 'guest entrance'. He then told me that both my pussy and ass would beg to be fucked by at least four different cocks a day and..."

"How is any of this funny?" gasped Jeff.

"Oh you haven't heard the punch line." Giggled Mindy, her breasts seeming to jiggle a little more than usual, "He finally tried to tell me that once this all happened, my husband would immediately go to our lawyer and sign over our house, car and everything we own, including me, to him. He then said you would keep for yourself enough money to buy, a plane ticket to Japan and get a job as a Western gigolo in Tokyo. Isn't that hilarious?" 

By now Mindy's breasts seemed to be the size of Denmark and her seductive, full lips glistened bright red. Jeff jumped to his feet and hiked up her skirt in panic; to his horror he saw the words: 'guest entrance' tattooed on the small of his wife's back.  

"Somebody's feeling naughty I see." Suggested Mindy.

"No Mindy," replied Jeff, "Can't you see this isn't right? Something has happened to you. We need to do something?"

"What are you talking about?" Asked Mindy. "What do we need to do?"

"We have t..." Jeff paused for a second before continuing. "I need to go see our lawyer now, I've got a plane to catch in the morning. Goodbye."

"Bye Sweetie." Waved Mindy as Jeff headed straight out of the front door. She couldn't remember who he was or why he was in her owner's house, but the cock sucking was fun and gave her something to do before her seven o clock gang bang. 

Mindy's life was fun.

The End.



The Wager



Ever since my wife, Kay and I, moved to Las Vegas, we seem to be betting on everything. Luckily, the bets are just between us, not the casinos. We've been happily, and faithfully, married for six years. Kay is a branch manager at a local bank, and I'm a finance manager at a local car dealership. We're an attractive couple; I'm 6 ft 1 weighing 210 with brown hair and eyes, while Kay is 5 ft 6 in, and weighs 120. She has shoulder length curly black hair, and the most amazing green eyes I have ever seen. At 38 years old, Kay's figure is fantastic, 38D-25-36, with Areola's bigger than silver dollars, and nipples that when aroused stick out around ½ inch. Kay is a bit of a sun worshiper, so she always has a good tan, being quite shy she always wears a fairly modest bikini, so her tanning leaves some definite tan lines.

Kay was raised in a very devout Baptist family, so she wasn't overly experienced sexually when we met. Even after 6 years of marriage, our sex live is still once or twice a week, missionary with the occasional doggie style action. Oral sex has never been her thing, so her feeble blow-jobs are saved for special occasions. 

In 2010 when the Saints won the Superbowl, Kate won that one, and I ended up doing all of the house work for the week. So for this years Superbowl bet, I decided to up the Ante. The winner this year gets to have the looser do their bidding for an entire month. Kay took the Steelers, while I had the Packers, so we all know who won this one. After the game I gave Kay a big kiss and told her that I would collect my winnings next month.

I knew right away what I would have Kay do for the month; she was going to be my slut the entire month of March. 

When the 1st came around, I had the day off, so when Kay left to work in her usual business attire (slacks, blouse, jacket and modest pumps), I went through her dresser and closet. I boxed up all of her clothes and took them to a storage unit I had rented. Then I went shopping for her first week's clothes. I know all of her sizes so shopping was easy, I came home with 3 short skirts, 2 tight sheer blouses, 2 tight fitting short dresses, 3 pairs of nylons, two pairs of fishnets, an assortment of garter belts, and three pairs of 6 inch stilettos (black, red, and brown). Next I went to a local adult store and bought a 12 inch dildo for Kay's pleasure.

When Kay arrived home I gave her a big kiss, stuffing my tongue as far down her throat as I could. 

When we broke our kiss she exclaimed "I guess you're happy to see me, what do you have in mind for your reward from our little bet?"

I told her "You have no idea how happy I am that you're home, and as for my reward, you'll find out soon enough. Go ahead, take a shower and do your make-up, we're going out tonight. Just drop your clothes at the bathroom door; I'll toss them in the laundry room. I picked out an outfit for you to wear; it's laid out on the bed. "

The outfit I had picked out for tonight was a skin tight, red mini-dress, with a plunging neckline, almost to the waist (this should really show off Kay's great tits), red garter belt, black fishnets and the red 6 inch stilettos. 

While Kay was showering, I gathered up her clothes from today and dumped them in the trash, it would be the last time I ever saw that boring outfit again, trash day was tomorrow, and the clothes would be gone before she knew it.

When Kay emerged from the bathroom after her shower and make-up, I heard an audible gasp, and she called out "You can't be serious, I can't wear THAT out in public!"

I entered the bedroom and told her "You can, and you will. A bet is a bet. You are going to be my SLUT for the month, you'll do as I say, dress as I say and behave as I say until April!"

Kay pleaded "Jim, please, you have got to be kidding. Anything but this, let's be reasonable." 

I told her "You should have thought of the possibilities before you accepted the bet, now get dressed, if you value our relationship you'll do as I say." 

Kay finally accepted that she had to pay up, so she started to get dressed, when she saw that her outfit had no bra or panties she went to her dresser to get some, finding the dresser empty she called out "Hey, you forgot my underwear, and where did all of my old things go?"

I replied "I didn't forget anything, you won't need any underwear this month, and to remove temptation, I hid all of your old things."

Now I stood in the doorway and watched Kay dress, she put on the garter belt and started rolling the fishnets up her gorgeous legs. Next came the stilettos, they were the kind that had the cute little strap that goes around the ankle. When she had those on, Kay looked marvelous! I couldn't wait any more, my hard on was about to explode. I told her "Hold on a second, right there. You look fantastic, but something is still missing, I know what it is. Close your eyes." Once she had her eyes closed, I opened my fly and pulled my 8 inch cock out, walked over and put it right in front of her face. I then told her "Open your eyes, and your mouth." The look on Kay's face when she was starring at my engorged cock head was precious, a mix of shock, excitement and actually I could see some desire there as well. This bet might just work out to our favor!

I rubbed my cock on her face and finally said "OK SLUT open up, it's time for a first class blow-job", she slowly opened her mouth and started to reach for my cock, but I stopped her telling her "No hands, lips and tongue only, SLUT." As I said before, Kay wasn't into oral sex, either giving or receiving. She had done it a few times but not with much enthusiasm. Tonight would be different. She tentatively reached out with her tongue and started licking around my cock head, and up and down the shaft. Next she surprised me by sticking the tip of her tongue into the slit of my cock, her eyes were tightly closed while she was doing this, so I told her "Open your eyes, and look at me while you eat me you SLUT", and she immediately did, her eyes were wide open and starring deeply into mine. She actually seemed to be getting into this.

Now she started to form a pretty little "O" out of her lips, and slowly started taking my cock into her mouth. Kay, gradually had a couple of inches in, when I grabbed the back of her head, and started feeding more and more of my cock down her throat. I could see a look of panic on her face so I stopped with about 4 inches in, and told her "Relax, just relax. If you're tense it will just be harder for you." She started to calm down, so I resumed feeding my cock to her. Although she did gag a few times, Kay was eventually successful in taking all 8 inches of meat down her throat. I slowly pulled out until just the head was in her mouth, she gasped for air, and I slid all the way back in again. I did this a couple more times, and then pulled all the way out.

I decided that I had Kay dressed like a slut, and starting to act like a slut, now was time for her to talk like a slut. For our entire married life we never "Fucked" or had "Sex", we always "Made Love". Kay was totally unable to even talk dirty, this was about to change.

I told her to "Sit tight and relax, I'll be right back." I went into the den, and brought the video camera I had set up on a tripod into the bedroom. I set up the camera, focused it on her face in profile and hit record. I then walked back to Kay, and started waving my hard cock in front of her and asked "What is this?"

She shyly replied "It's your penis". 

I slapped both her cheeks with my cock and told her "WRONG, this is my COCK, now say it, what is this?" 

Again, very shyly and quietly Kay said "It's your cock"

I slapped her again and yelled "LOUDER!!"

Kay looked at me with fire in her eyes and shouted "IT'S YOUR COCK!" 

"Very good, you slut" I said, I continued "Now, your cock sucking skills are improving, but we do have places to be tonight, and I still need to cum before we go, what do you suggest, SLUT?"

Kay said "You could make love to me."

To which I replied "I could, but I won't. I think that I should FUCK YOU! What do you think?"

She looked down and said "OK."

I replied "OK what?"

Kay seemed to be learning, because now she starred into my face and said "OK, I think you should FUCK ME."

I told her "Great idea, but I don't want cum and pussy juices running down your leg in the car or at the restaurant, so, open wide and I'll FUCK YOUR PRETTY FACE!, how about that?"

Kay just nodded, and opened her mouth. I slowly worked my cock into her throat, then grabbed the back of her head and started treating her head like it was her pussy! I was slamming it all the way in, ignoring her gags. When I was about to cum I pulled out of her mouth, and rested my cock against her lips. She started to close her mouth, so I insisted "Open up, and stick out your tongue." Kay did as she was told, just as I started shooting cum into her mouth. After four or five big shots, I stuffed my cock half way into her mouth so Kay could still breathe and told her "Start SWALLOWING SLUT!" She hesitantly looked up at me, so I stuck my cock in farther until she nodded her agreement. I pulled back to half way again, and Kay started sucking and swallowing like a vacuum cleaner.

Once I was finished cumming, I pulled my limp cock out of Kay's mouth, I tucked it back into my pants and told her to finish getting ready, "And don't forget the lipstick to match your red dress." Once Kay was dressed she looked like a high priced call girl, her 38D's were popping out and the dress was so short that her fine ass was almost sticking out.

On our way to dinner I asked her "What have you learned so far tonight?"

Kay answered "I learned that I love being FACE FUCKED by your big COCK, and swallowing your cum!"

So ends lesson one, lesson two would happen later tonight, we weren't on our way to a restaurant, but to one of the local strip clubs that has a steakhouse and amateur night was tonight. 

Most strip clubs aren't in the best parts of town, and this was no exception. Kay asked "Where are we going down here?" So I told her not to worry about it, it would be obvious soon enough.

When we arrived at the club, Kay asked "What are we going to do here?"

I told her "We are going to have dinner, and you are going to DANCE!" Her face turned bright red, but before she could say anything the valet had opened her door and was reaching for her hand. As Kay scooted out of the car, her dress had ridden up high enough for the valet to get a good look at her furry snatch (Kay, as of yet had refused to shave her cunt, that too would change this month). She straightened out her dress and we entered the club, heading to the steakhouse.

After a fine meal, we went to the stage area, got a good table and watched a couple of the professional dancers perform, I told Kay to take notes for her upcoming performance. A couple of the girls kept coming by our table, asking if Kay was here for "Amateur Night" , Kay shock her head but I said "Maybe."

About 10 minutes later, Kay had downed her third drink and was getting a bit tipsy, when a beautiful redhead with huge tits came by and asked if I wanted a dance, I told her "No thanks, but she would love one," pointing to Kay. Again, Kay turned bright red, and before she could say anything I told the dancer, Bridgette, that we would like to use the VIP room for the dance. Bridgette told me the fee was $100 for the room, so I said "It's worth $250 for a great performance." She grinned, and led us to the VIP room. Once there Kay and I sat on the couch, Bridgette removed the outfit she was wearing, and positioned Kay a little lower on the couch, and spread her legs wide.

The music started and Bridgette started to dance. She stared into Kay's eyes the entire time, slowly gyrating to the beat. Waving her huge tits and shapely ass in Kay's face. I could see that the alcohol had taken effect, and Kay was becoming aroused, she was breathing heavily, and her nipples were about to tear through her dress. Suddenly Bridgette had her hands behind Kay's head, and was leaning in closer; her huge tits were only an inch or two from Kay. To my surprise, Kay's tongue darted out and was flicking against Bridgette's erect nipples. Kay was like she was in a trance, she was caressing Bridgette's ass while her tongue was all over the woman's tits. Now I noticed that Bridgette had somehow managed to free Kay's breasts from her dress and now she was sucking on Kay's eraser like nipples. 

All too soon the song was over, Bridgette stood, and gave Kay a big French kiss, then turned to me and said "How was that?" I thanked her, and gave her $350 instead of the $250 promised. Bridgette looked at Kay, and said "She might need a couple minutes to gather herself. But you two need to get out there soon if she's going to be in the contest." 

I looked at Kay, see looked like she was in shock, her eyes were wide open, her mouth was a gape, her tits were fully exposed and her dress was up around her hips. I wanted to fuck her right there, but that wasn't part of tonight's plan. I kissed her on the cheek, and said "Kay, it's time to get ready for your dancing début", so she stood, straightened her dress and started for the door. I stopped her and said "You might want to put those away, for now", and tapped her still exposed breasts. Kay smiled, laughed and tucked them back into her dress.

When we got to our table, they were just starting to take sign-ups for the Amateur contest; Kay jumped up with no prodding from me and rushed to the bar to get entered.

Twenty minutes later, they called for all the entrants in the contest to go to the dressing room door, Kay stood, bent over (giving everyone sitting at the bar a look at her bare ass), stuffed her tongue down my throat, and said "Wait here stud, I'll be right back", and off she went.

When the contest started, some of the girls were really good. I imagine that they had done this before. Kay was the fifth of six girls competing. When it was Kay's turn, she nervously stepped to the stage wearing a long red wig, and the clothes she had worn to the club. The song started and Kay started swaying to the beat of the music, she had lost some of her wildness that had started showing, and I could tell she was a bit scared. Some rowdy guys at the bar started yelling for her to "take it off", so she rolled the top of her dress down, exposing those great tits. This got some yelling and wolf whistles started in the crowed. Kay was starting to loosen up a bit again, and started rubbing and squeezing her tits, next she raised one of her tits to her mouth, and started sucking on her own nipple. This drove the crowed crazy, the men along the stage started throwing dollar bills at her. This got Kay going; she was just starting to take her dress the rest of the way off, when her song ended. She put her tits back in the dress, scooped up all the money that had been thrown at her and hurried off the stage.

The last girl on stage had obviously done this before, as soon as her song had started, she was totally nude, showing off her slick, shaved pussy. By the time the song was over, she was on her back, feet behind her ears, and two fingers deep in her pussy. 

Needless to say, girl number 6 was the winner, but to me Kay had done great. She was disappointed that she hadn't won, and said she wanted to go home now. It was after 1AM, and she did need to work tomorrow. On the drive home I asked her how much money she made while dancing, she smiled at me and said $75. I told her "Since you didn't win, give it here, sluts don't need money, and we'll need that for the rest of your training." 

She willingly handed me the money and said "I promise to do better next time."

Kay's last statement made me happy; she was obviously starting to get into this, so it gave me another idea. By the time we had gotten back to our neighborhood it was almost 2AM. I stopped the car at the end of our block, and told Kay; "By the way, since you didn't win, you basically lost. I don't think losers should get off un-punished. Take your dress off and give it to me."  Kay peeled her dress off and gave it to me. I got out of the car, walked to her side, opened the door and reached in for her hand. Kay gave me a confused look and took my hand. I pulled her out of the car, she was wearing only the garter belt, fishnets and stilettos, and told her "Stand in the middle of the street and wait there until I am at the foot of our drive way. Then strut your naked ass home!" I hopped in the car and drove off; in the rear view mirror I could see Kay standing in the street like she had been told.

I pulled a digital camera out of the glove box, and walked to the end of the driveway. Kay started strutting down the street like a runway model, she was swinging her hips, and those tits were really swaying. I was clicking off pictures as fast as I could. Kay walked up to me, wrapped her arms around me and asked "Can we go inside and FUCK now?"

We entered the house, and I asked Kay if she meant what she had said about doing better next time, she replied "I hate losing at anything. I want to practice and go back and kick that bitch's ass!"

"I'll give you some practice" I said. So I threw a pillow on the floor, and asked Kay "Do you remember the move Girl number 6 did at the end of her act, I think all good sluts should be able to pull that one off. So get down on that pillow and see what you can do."

I went back to the bedroom and got the video camera out again, and set it up for the end of our evening festivities. Kay slowly sat down on the pillow, raised her legs up so that her feet were behind her head, and said "Yeah I can do this.' I reminded her that the other girl had done more than that, so Kay slowly started to rub her pussy, her eyes were closed and her fingers were playing over her cunt.

I knelt down, took her hand and said "It was more like this!", I took Kay's index and middle fingers and started working them in and out of her cunt her eyes opened wide but she took over the finger fucking from me. She was really working up a lather, her juices were flowing all over the pillow. Kay was starting to cum, her chest was heaving, she was breathing heavily, nipples sticking out like arrows and she was shaking all over. I pulled her fingers out of her pussy, and held them to her face; she sucked them hungrily into her mouth and licked her own cum off her fingers.

I had video taped this whole scene, so I zoomed in on her satisfied face and asked her "What would you like to do now?"

I got the response I was hoping for, Kay yelled "I WANT TO FUCK MY HUSBAND RIGHT NOW, FUCK ME NOW!!" I stripped off my clothes, got between her legs and started to pound her dripping cunt. Her feet were still behind her head, and I was driving her down into the pillow. She was shouting "FUCK, FUCK ME, FUCK" loud enough to wake the neighbors but I didn't care. I was fucking my SLUT wife. After about five minutes of hard fucking, I exploded in her hot pussy. I pulled my cock out and stuffed it into her mouth for her to willingly to clean off. 

This was just the first day of the month with a SLUT wife; I can't wait for the rest of the month.

To be continued. 



The Wager



I would like to extend my thanks to BaddKittin for her work on this tale. Thank you M'lady.



I must admit, I'm at a loss for words to explain how I ended up here. My life isn't exactly thrilling. It's filled with normal things, the mundane if you will. At least it was until a few days ago.

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm, well for the sake of this story, why don't we call me Madame V. I tend not to use my real name when I play on the site, the game site I favor. I play backgammon and other board games with people I've met on line. Some I talk to, some I don't. Some I laugh with and some I...well, you'll see.

I remember looking in the waiting room, where people post games and seeing his name. Something about it seemed dark, almost mysterious. I sat at the computer wondering what the "Master Of Illusions" might mean? I was no stranger to the traditional master/submissive scenario. I had at one time...well, that's another story. 

Clicking on accept to start the game, I waited for his first move and he didn't disappoint. His words were as cryptic as his name saying, "Good evening Lady V, shall we play a game?" 

In for a penny, in for a pound I replied, "Why of course good sir, would you care to wager on the outcome?

His silence lead me to believe I might have overstepped my boundaries so early in our repartee. But anon I read his reply, "An interesting thought my dear but are you willing to pay the price, should you lose?"

I must admit, I was a bit taken aback by his words but foolishly I quickly replied. "I pay my debts Sir, might I ask if you do the same?" 

My words must have spoken volumes as he replied, "A thousand pardons M'lady, I did not mean to insinuate such. Perhaps it best we simply play and I will curb my tongue. A thousand apologies."

I couldn't help it, I had to let my own special personality spring forth. "Well, that would depend on where you're going to put that tongue, boy. But if you're afraid of losing, I understand."

A momentary pause and then, "I fear no man nor no woman Miss, I accept your wager, whatever it may be. May the best player...win", and with that, the game was on.

The game was backgammon and as move followed move, the lead swung back and forth like a pendulum. Neither side enjoying too much of a lead, the outcome certainly in doubt until the final roll. I sat there, staring at the screen, a single player remaining on the board. One single die away from victory which had been snatched from my hands, his final roll staring back at me, the double threes. 

I saw the indicator flash; the message which had came through and I opened it. "A well-played game M'lady, both ways. It seems victory, is mine. You owe me...a wager."

I sat there, once again my eyes affixed to the screen. My fingers shaking a bit as I typed back, "Yes, it would seem that way."

Sitting there, waiting, watching I felt my heart race and he must have sensed the same. Not allowing me the easy way out, he said, "Very well then, you will find the price of your loss tonight, here, in a message to be read at nine. Until then, farewell."

The rest of the day was a blur. Watching the clock, which seemed to take hours to move minutes, the pace a crawl. Walking back and forth, wondering, waiting, watching to see if he would reappear on the site. My watch was to no avail until finally I simply gave up. Laying down for a brief minute to rest only, to fall into a dream filled slumber.

The next thing I knew, I awoke to find the room filled with darkness. My heart jumped from my chest as I turned to see the clock on the nightstand showing thirteen minutes past the designated time. I literally ran to the computer to find he had been as good as his word.

Once again, I could feel my heart pounding as I read, "11 o'clock tonight, 1105 Oak Lane. The door will be open, your instructions will await you. You shall pay your wager, this night. M.O.I."

The message had been precisely at nine, he had logged off immediately after. To send a reply would be useless. My body collapsed into the chair, reading his words over and over again, trying to find a way out. 

Of course, the easy way out would be to simply not go, to block him from contacting me again. For some reason, I couldn't, I wouldn't. My life had been staid, boring for far too long, and I sensed this might be a moment in time. One I would regret if I didn't accept it and pay the price of my wager.

With a sigh, I stood, moving slowly toward the door, picking up my keys and heading out into the night. It seemed so silent, no sound at all as I started the car and began to drive. I knew the address, the part of town an affluent one. As, I drove slowly towards the destination, my mind was awash with thoughts, though none of them prepared me for what I would find.

I arrived only two minutes early, shaking my head as if awakening from a dream, seeing the house in the darkness ahead. I walked up the steps, looking all around, for a sign, for something to tell me if this was wrong or right. The night and its silence was the only answer I found.

Walking to the front door, I saw it stood slightly ajar as he had said it would be. A single candle flickered from within, the only illumination I would find. There lay a red rose, atop a single piece of parchment, written in ink as if from olden days. I couldn't help it, my hands trembled as I picked it up to read.

"Your wager is to play your part in the act which is about to transpire. I'm sure you are familiar with the age-old tale of The Man In The Iron Mask, fair lady. Well tonight, you have the opportunity to relive the tale, playing your own role. One of the tormentor, the beautiful woman who would use him for her own decadent pleasure with no regard for another's desire but her own. Go up the stairs, he awaits you. Do not leave this place, not until you find your desire...sated. Go...now."

I looked up, the stairs awaiting, another candle flickering from an open door. I saw shadows play against the darkened hallway. Shuddering, feeling as if a ghost had walked across my path, I began to take the steps, one at a time. Walking slowly towards my destination and who might await. 

With each passing step, my heart felt as if it were to leap from my chest, my hands gripping the railing with such force that my hands were snow white. Afraid to let go until suddenly I stood on the landing, where the open door beckoned me. I took a deep breath, straightened my shoulders, and walked into the room. My eyes growing wide at the vision which lay before me.

As I had said, I was no stranger to the seamy realm if you will. The man who lay before me oozed sex from every pore, though in reality there were none available but one. You see he was encased from head to toe in black leather. His entire body was as dark as the night with the exception of his manhood. 

The almost straightjacket-like device kept him motionless. The hood he wore provided him with no sight, no ability to speak, a form of a gag going along with the restraints that kept him as still as if he were not of this earth. The only visible sign of his being alive, the way his chest would slowly move up and down. That, and his obvious arousal.

Walking closer, I wondered if he knew there was another there I took in the sight of him. His body was obviously muscular, the leather fitting him like a second skin. My eyes did not stray for long. Looking down, I saw the rings which captured his lone visible flesh, simultaneously assuring his arousal and I licked my lips, my pleasure.

I undressed slowly, letting my garments slip to the floor until I stood there in garter belt, stockings and heels. The color of black was now as predominant as the night outside the abode. There would be no need for foreplay; my body now screamed its desire. The ache purely physical, the need great. With a single motion I took him in hand and guided him home.

On my knees, my eyes closing in pure delight my audio senses heard the muffled moan which escaped his leather clad lips. I smiled, knowing full well this was what not just one, but what both of us, had wished for. His need to serve was now united with my search for the perfect man. One who existed merely as an instrument of my own decadence. A vessel to be...used.

Slowly I began to move, letting him slip free inch by inch only to once again slide downward, my sex capturing his, the feeling of fullness, the intensity of the moment almost beyond words. I know not why but words did come, they slipped from my lips as easily as he did between my legs. I heard a voice, my voice say, "You must have displeased the king greatly my good sir to find yourself here in such a manner, did you not?"

Once again words failed him, a soft groan following as I continued. "A lifetime of servitude in this manner might bring a man to madness, don't you think?" With that I let my hands slip to my breasts, the fingers capturing nipples, the hardness quick, the flame burning even brighter. I had read of such somewhere and as I pulled, tugged and twisted harshly at the pointed flesh. The point...was well taken.

I felt it rising, the tide which signaled my orgasm as my body began to move a bit faster. I concentrated while my partner played his silent role, lost in his own world as I was in the fantasy. Suddenly, without warning, it hit, my back arching, my cry almost like a wild animal, my eyes rolling back in my head. I flooded him, the leather quickly coated with my desire. The proof of my pleasure gleamed against the material even in the dim candlelight.

Finally I allowed my breathing to slow, my body to relax as I leaned down. My body now resting on his, my face next to the mask he wore. My voice, almost purring, certainly seductive in sound saying, "That's the first of many my pet, 'tis a shame you can't join me, isn't it?" 

I felt his body tremble underneath mine as I smiled once again. I let my hand trace his face, the leather both cool yet the skin underneath so warm. I wondered where his thoughts might lie. If his mind had simply surrendered to his physical need, allowing it to rule him as I did his body.

So, the night continued. I lost track of the number, one moment of pleasure melting into the next until finally I had fulfilled my part of the wager, I was indeed to the point where I could continue no more. For the last time I slowly withdrew, my eyes watching as he came into view. His hardness coated almost completely white, the remnants of my own desire a testament to his efforts.

I sat down beside him on the bed, dawn still a few hours away as I looked down upon the helpless prey before me. My hand reaching out, my nails almost gently tracing him, the metal apparatus which encircled him. He trembled yet again, a muted sound, almost pleading with me, and I knew I could not resist the call.

It was not an easy thing, freeing him from the rings which had kept him from joining me this night. Somehow, though, I thought that this could not end, not without a fitting climax, if you will pardon the pun. With that, I allowed him to slip within the folds of my sex. This time though I knew that in a matter of moments he would join me so I simply said, "What the king does not know, I shall not tell him good sir. Now, fill me, my pet." I felt him shudder, his seed exploding deep within, joining my wetness, marking us as one.

I freed myself, this time his desire and mine easily seen as I dressed in silence. My eyes unable to look away from the figure who lay there silent except for his labored breathing. Finally I walked to the headboard, leaning down, kissing him softly where his lips would have lain, the leather forming the pattern. With a sigh, I took his leave.

I was only a mile or so from the home when my cell rang. I picked it up. There wasn't even time to say hello, only to hear, "Very well done M'lady. I watched it all. A magnificent performance." 

With that I gasped, quickly turning the car around, within minutes returning to the scene of the crime. I found the door open, the leather suit laying on the doorstep, the rose, its red in sharp contrast to the black garment resting on top.

THE END

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The Wager and the Punishment



If I wasn't such a hotshot when it comes to shooting pool, or if I didn't have such a big mouth, or such a tendency to make bets without thinking things through, this would've never happened to me.

See, me and Julie were shooting a quick game of eight ball at Louie's, our usual watering hole, and she was--as frequently happened, since we were evenly matched as players--kicking my ass. that was bad enough, but she had an appreciative audience--five or six girls were having their Girl's Night and were thrilled to see a guy getting humiliated by one of their own.

She had shot everything except the eight ball, and I still had four of the big ones on the table. Fortunately, it was my shot. Unfortunately, the placement was terrible. To make the shot, I'd have to bank the cue off the side, clip the fourteen ball, and kiss the fifteen gently enough that it wouldn't angle into the side pocket, but firmly enough that it would bank back and sink into the pocket on the opposite side. Everything else was behind the eight ball.

Julie was grinning from ear to ear she was so sure she had me, and several of the girls were high-fiving each other and laughing. It was all in fun, and I didn't really mind it, but I had to stick up for myself, didn't I?

"I can make this shot," I said confidently. "I'll bet you anything."

"Bullshit!"

"I can make it. No question!" I sounded confident, even cocky, but I knew that there was no way. I was good, but not that good.

"Oh, you can not, you little pussy-hound! Not even you can manipulate balls so expertly!" The girls roared, and even I grinned.

"Whadda wanna bet?"

"If you can make that shot you said, I'll suck you off right here and now!" If possible, the girls roared even louder at that one, and parts of me were applauding as well. Julie has a taut, curvaceous body, and a face that makes grown men throb, even when she hasn't just promised to lick the wax off your candle.

"Done." I said.

"And if you miss?" That was it. I had fallen into her trap, but there was no backing down.

"Name it."

"You have to come to my Ladies-Only Nude Day Party." I wasn't even sure what that meant, but it sounded like I'd get to see some nude babes. I agreed. Probably far too quickly. But the truth is that I'd have agreed to anything for that one in a thousand shot at Julie's mouth.

Suddenly, Louie's was completely silent. Eight or ten hotties were watching me shoot for a blowjob, though I suddenly knew I'd been set up, and they were all hoping for another outcome.

I looked nervously at Julie, and realized she was blushing herself crimson. She didn't say anything, but I knew that she for one didn't care whether I made the shot or not. A sparkling heat in her eyes told me louder than words ever could that if I missed, I'd be her Manjewelry, and if I didn't she'd fall on my cock with a thousand passions.

I eyeballed the shot and hefted the cue, lining it up. Suddenly, I was aware of the solid manly feel of the shaft in my hands, and I felt completely naked. I was surrounded by hungry women and I had a six foot cock in my hands. Flustered, I stepped back from the table, and slowly chalked the tip. Julie caught her breath, and one of the women actually licked her lips. I blushed and was suddenly very, very hard.

I stooped to aim and shoot, which hurt I was so wooden, and tried to concentrate on the shot. I couldn't. Fuck it, I thought, it's not like I can exactly lose.

I missed. I didn't just miss, I scratched. "Penalty!" someone called out, and for some reason I couldn't stop smiling.

Julie looked both relieved and disappointed, but the grin on her face told me that the penalty suggestion had taken root. I was in for it, all right. I couldn't wait!

Julie explained that the Nude Day Party was supposed to start at eight, but that since there was already a crowd, she didn't see why it couldn't start early. I've never seen three carloads of women pack up their stuff, finish their drinks, and careen into their vehicles that fast, before or since.

Julie rode shotgun in my car, giving me directions to the venue she had rented for the occasion, the entire top floor of a huge warehouse-like structure with a massive open area near the elevator, and dozens of cubicle-sized rooms along the walls receding maze-like into the dimness at the edges of the light. There was a bar a ways off to the right of the elevator, and a bank of kegs somewhat closer. Sofas, conversation-pits, and even a dance floor completed the accommodations, which were industrial-rustic but clean and interestingly decorated.

A huge banner read "Welcome Nude Ladies! Nude Day Lives!"

Clearly the party hadn't started--no music yet for example--but there were at least twenty women hanging out near the bar, laughing and drinking, and every single one of them was sporting a birthday suit to die for.

"Time to lose those duds," said Julie. She was looking at me, watching would be more accurate, but she was stripping off herself. I stared in awe as she pulled her shirt off over her head in one fluid motion. She hadn't been wearing a bra and her tight young boobs shimmied as her nipples clenched noticeably. I closed my mouth. And then I got nude myself.

I'm not as tall as some guys, and not short. Not chubby, not scrawny, not muscle-bound. I would've said average with nice legs, although I was also sporting a boner the size of a Buick. And suddenly there was a gathering at which I was the center.

More than a few of the girls looked totally pissed off, which sent an unexpected thrill of adrenaline through me, and some of them looked bemused. A few even looked glassy-eyed and inspired. 

Even though I could see literally dozens of boobs of every description, and half as many pussies--some shaven, some top-hatted, several with landing-strips and several more all-natural--I couldn't take my eyes off of Julie. As I said, her boobs were incredible, but it was her smooth hips and neatly trimmed bush that had me spellbound. She had trimmed her ink-black bush to about a quarter-inch all over so that her beautiful peach was exposed and her clit glinted naughty in the open room. Yet her mound was clad in warm fur, and I broke into a sweat as I contemplated her wordlessly.

"I think he wants to fuck Julie," someone said. Hard as I was and my eyes so locked, I could hardly deny it. And to my surprise, Julie agreed.

"He sure does," she said. Her eyes agreed, too. Paradoxically, I lost my erection, but I didn't care because I knew that I was going to get laid. Made love to. And probably fucked hard and put away wet as well. "But he's gotta get punished first."

"What for? What'd he do?" someone asked.

"He scratched."

"He can scratch me if he wants." Everyone laughed.

"So what's my punishment," I asked gamely.

"Patience, patience," said Julie. And someone else--one of the girls from the bar I think--called out "First, we've gotta auction off his ass."

I couldn't help it. My boner was back. "Auctioned items have to be examined by the prospective buyers." And I was led over to the kegs.

A pair of handcuffs appeared (I have no idea where they'd been hidden) and in a flash one cuff clicked tight around my manhood between my cock and balls and my belly. The other cuff clicked around the handle on the side of a keg. I was irrevocably bound (ass toward the audience) while several female hands blindfolded me, looped something leather around my neck, and wrists. When they pulled tight, my hands were tight against my throat. I couldn't move more than a few inches in any direction, I couldn't see, and there was no way in hell I could prevent any indignity a soon-to-be-drunken mob of female Nude Day revelers could dream up.

"Your safe word is Rumplestiltskin," Julie whispered into my ear, and I very nearly came. She stepped away laughing gently, and I heard her call over her shoulder as she walked away: "I'll be back in about an hour."

I was not left alone.

Far from it. As the party grew, both in numbers and volume, a constant flow of naked women pursuing cold beer, cheap thrills, and even conversation with the nude prisoner moved around and past me.

Fingers were run through my hair. Breasts were put to my lips. Every inch of me was pinched, slapped, and fondled. Icy beers were poured over my aching balls. Spankings were delivered. And my cock was occasionally swallowed and released before I could react.

More than one girl asked how I'd come to be in such a pickle. 

I told the story more than once; each time I did the crowd grew, and each time the ladies grew friskier and more appreciative. But no one would let me come.

One girl's friends lifted her and pressed her pussy against my face. My neck stretched backward as I struggled not to fall. I couldn't breathe. As she struggled to get away, my mouth raped her, my tongue invaded her, all to make her come before I passed out from lack of air. As suddenly as she had been shoved to my lips, she was pulled away. Cursing, and begging to be allowed to come, her friends dropped her and walked away laughing.

I could hear her crying from humiliation, anger, and frustration. And I could hear some woman calm her tears, and then eat her to release. Especially given the rambunctiousness of the crowd, it was surprisingly tender, and it made me wish I could see the delicate lovemaking as gentle as kittens nursing.

After what seemed like hours, but which Julie later swore was more like forty five minutes, she was back. My blindfold was gone; the handcuffs were released, and my package was free of the heavy keg that had held me in place. Someone helped me sip a beer, for my hands were still bound.

"May I have your attention, Ladies! (and gentleman) The ass auction is about to begin!" Julie led me onto an elevated platform, and explained to the crowd that my ass was being peddled for charity--breast cancer research, she said--and that the lucky winner could have my ass for fifteen minutes or till I came, whichever came first.

Julie winked at me, which led me to believe, for just a moment, that she was kidding. Then someone yelled out "He'll probably come in about thirty seconds, so what's the point of bidding?"

In answer, Julie scooped up my cock and started stroking me fast and furious. The crowd went wild, shouting and hooting encouragement--some to Julie and others to me. There must've been four hundred women watching me getting jacked, and I blew up in Julie's hand. My come flew everywhere! All over my belly and chest. All over Julie. All over the nearest nudists in the crowd.

One woman sucked a blob off another woman's boob, and Julie stuffed her come-filled hand into my face. A roomful of cheering women watched me eat a fistful of my own juice.

And the bidding began.

Everyone was shouting at once, and the numbers went higher than I would've guessed, but Julie knew how to work up the sexual tension in a room! "Sold!" she yelled.

And a moment later, there was a ripple of nervous laughter and the crowd parted to reveal the winner, walking up to claim her newly-purchased man's ass. She was wearing a frighteningly thick strap-on cock, and loosening the lid on a jar of lube.

I freaked out, and tried to run, but the crowd fell on me and wrestled me to the ground, enthusiastically feeling me up as they jockeyed me into the position they wanted and I dreaded. My cheek was pressed to the floor, and my legs were spread with my knees solidly presenting my vulnerable ass to its charity-supporting rapist. 

Someone I couldn't see was on her back between my legs, sucking my cock for all she was worth. She was worth quite a lot to me, because her labors were a very welcome distraction, because her ministrations were exquisitely delivered, and because any woman who will suck the cock of a man who's about to be reamed up the ass in front of umpteen raving women is worth her weight in diamonds and gold.

Fingers lubed me up, and my ass was ravaged while I was getting blown by a genius. Every savage thrust of the strap-on rocketed my cock deep into her throat. Her hands were everywhere! The tip of a finger entered her mouth and caressed my cockhead between thrusts. Her pinkies tickled my balls unmercifully. She caressed my mouth-slick shaft with her palms somehow. She even reached around and held my butt-cheeks open so the artificial boner could explore new depths of my virgin ass as the gasping mob caught its breath.

With an inhuman roar of simultaneous pleasure and pain, I came into that stranger's mouth. She choked and struggled, but she swallowed it all, excepting the ropes of come which tangled in her hair, eyelashes, and eyebrows, and spilled down her neck dampening her heaving chest. I know, because she pushed me up from underneath allowing me to peer down at her fully naked form.

It was Julie.

I rolled off her upheld arms (the strap-on popping out of my ass, its owner exhausted) and landed on my back.

My cock lay on my belly like a shipwrecked sailor on a storm blown beach. Julie untied my hands which were still bound to my neck, and I reached out to hug her.

We held each other, oblivious to the Nude Day throng encircling us.

"Turn up the music!" someone shouted. "This party's about to start!" Julie kissed me, and the music increased its throb.