It all started with a simple game of dominoes. It was
a typical August day in Utah. It had started out hot, and it was only getting
hotter. We were down in the basement, the only place where the AC seemed to
work. I was sucking down Budweisers; she was knee-deep in the Patron. It was a
Saturday afternoon, and all those things that we had put off all week still
weren't getting done. The car was still dirty, the grass was still long, and
the dog was still smelly. As the mercury edged toward 104 it was apparent that
unless a freak snowstorm hit, all those chores would be waiting for us on
Sunday.
We were sitting at the old wooden table that still had
the felt on it from Tuesday's poker game. I was in a pair of Levi shorts and
some flip-flops. Although it was almost 4:30, she still had on her Jimmie
Johnson pajama bottoms, as well as a wife beater. While 78 degrees was
considerably cooler than it was outside, it had nothing to do with her nipples
practically bursting through her shirt. She had naturally pointy tits, not too
big, not too small, and while I worshipped them, she felt it necessary to keep
them confined inside a bra nearly twenty-four hours a day. The heat had never
deterred her before, and neither had sheer laziness. But whatever the reason
was that she had the girls out of their cages today, I didn't care. I was
enjoying the sight of her high beams shining directly on me.
To be fair, it wasn't just her God-given symmetry that
had her nips straining against the thin cotton shirt more than usual. It was
the conversation. Some girls got flush, some got wet, but whenever my wife got
even the tiniest bit turned on her nipples immediately snapped to attention,
often defying the thick padded bras she wore to hide them. And over the past
ten minutes, they had gone from erotically hypnotizing to dangerously close to
putting an eye out.
We had been playing dominoes for the better part of a
twelve-pack, and as is our custom, we had been wagering on each game. The bets
were always simple, the loser had to do some menial task, i.e. empty the
dishwasher, weed the garden, balance the checkbook, etc. But last week, for
some unknown reason, we upped the ante. It started out innocent enough. She had
had a hard day at work so she suggested that the loser give the winner a back
rub. I agreed, and three games later I was on the bed enjoying my massage.
From there the wagers steadily grew more risqué. On
Monday it was a full body massage, then a hand job. On Wednesday it was oral
sex and the next game I proposed anal sex. I only mentioned it because I was
riding a wave of victories, confident that I would get to drive up that back
road for the first time since her sister's wedding almost two years ago when my
little Maid of Honor got so shitfaced on Long Island Iced Teas that she was
doing some dirty dancing that would have made Patrick Swayze blush. After
getting caught with our pants down in the women's bathroom, we left for home
but only got as far as the Denny's parking lot two blocks away. And it was
there in the back seat of our Nissan Altima that I took her anal virginity, at
her insistence nonetheless.
I don't know if it was my irritating overconfidence or her self-assurance, but she didn't bat an eye. "Ok," she said. "But you better be awake when I get home from the sex shop with a strap-on to fuck you back there."
That caught me by surprise, as I hadn't even
considered what she would get if she happened to win this one, but I knew she wasn't serious. "You're so
funny," I replied. "So, what do you want if you win?"
"I told you," she smiled sweetly.
"Yeah, yeah. But seriously, what do want?"
"Umm... for you to jerk off to gay porn."
"What's with you tonight?" I laughed. She had never spoken about any kind of gay shit before, and I knew she was just messing with me.
"Fine, whatever," I chuckled, knowing I was going to win anyway, so it didn't really matter.
That game started with her gaining a sizeable lead, but
I caught a good hand, stole the rock, and ended up winning by twenty points. And then I claimed my prize, fucking her
in the butt.
We were at it again today (playing dominoes, I mean) and after winning the first game, I was treated to
her doing a strip tease for me right there in the family room. The next game was
my win as well, and I had her pleasuring herself with a banana squash that I
personally hand-picked from our garden.
It was kind of strange, but when we played just for
fun, or when the wager was something that I planned on doing anyway, she
usually won. But when it was a "real" bet I won almost every time. It
wasn't as if I was great at dominoes and she wasn't either. Every game was
close, but I just seemed to finish slightly ahead in the ones that counted. And
while she cursed and bitched with each defeat, she was always the good sport.
Never had she reneged on a bet, and while she was a little hesitant with the
whole squash thing, ultimately, she attacked it with the same enthusiasm that
she attacked life with, one of the traits that had caused me to fall in love
with her in the first place.
I overtly stared at her excited nipples as she "washed"
or mixed up the dominoes. The wager for the last game was a two-page "story",
a handwritten erotic fictional tale, similar to the letters in Penthouse. Both
of us possessed above-average literary skills, as well as overactive
imaginations, ensuring that the winner would get a backstage pass into the
perverted mind of the loser.
Well somehow she managed to win a game, so I whipped
out a raunchy tale of debauchery, incorporating her previous comment about the
strap-on. She had to pee and she took it with her - and when she came out
twenty minutes later she had a wild grin on her face, and the twins were
equally energized.
Her nipples were as hard as they get, and it dawned on
me that she was in the bathroom for twenty minutes! Could my
story have turned her on that much? While I was sitting there patiently waiting
for her to return, was she in there diddling herself to my erotica? I suppose the combination of her stripper routine, her
blind date with the banana squash, and now this trashy story would have gotten
her pretty worked up.
"You ok?" I asked.
The silly grin never left her face. As if she didn't
hear me, she asked, "What are we playing for this time?"
I guess she was just in the habit of asking. "You
won," I reminded her.
"That's right. I did win," she said. She
pushed the pile of bones toward me. "Let's play for the story," she
said.
I picked my seven tiles and looked at her… well, at
her nipples. "You want to play for another two-page story?" I asked.
She shook her head. "No. I want to play for what
you wrote."
I was confused. "What I wrote? What did I write?
And how can we play for it?" Technically, I knew what I had written but I
didn't know how we could play for it.
She pulled the binder paper on
which I had penned my masterpiece out from the waistband of
her pajamas and tossed it on the table in front of me. "If I win, I want
this," she said, tapping a long blue fingernail on the paper.
I knew what she was referring to, but I wasn't worried
at all, because, as I mentioned, I always won the games that counted, and I
would do so again.
She pulled seven dominoes from the pile. "If you
win, what do you want?"
I didn't need to think long. "When I win,
I want a replay of Wednesday night," referring to that trip I took up the
back highway.
"Deal," she replied. "Big Six to the
board."
Fast forward twenty-four hours.
It was now Sunday, and I was wondering how I'd gotten into
the position that I was now in. Not the literal position of me on my hands and
knees, my wife behind me preparing to push the six-inch strap-on dildo she wore
into my ass, and another guy in front of me waving his seven-inch REAL
cock in my face. (One of her co-workers, I'd later find out).
Ok, so you figured out that I lost that game. Well, 'lost'
is an understatement. I got creamed, 150 – 35, my worst defeat ever! Expecting
to have to pay up immediately, as is customary in our league, I said, "Ok,
what exactly do you want me to do?"
She smiled. "You don't worry about it. I'll take
care of everything and I'll let you know." And she did.
And now here I was, naked on the bed on my hands and knees. My wife was also naked, except for the faux cock dangling between her
legs, and kneeling behind me. Another man, also naked, was kneeling in front of me, his cock dangling dangerously close to my
face. I only wrote that crazy story because I knew it would appeal to my wife's
kinky side. She knew I didn't have any bisexual desires. It was fictional,
remember?
It was all too apparent that fiction was rapidly becoming reality. As if a silent "ACTION" cue was announced, my wife pushed her tool against my virgin hole. At the same time, the guy pushed his cock into my face. I turned my head, but he grabbed my head with one hand and plugged my nose with the other. When my mouth opened to breathe, he pushed his cock in.
My ass was in agony as my wife pushed the dildo strapped between her legs inside me. It felt like it was at least twenty feet long as she slowly fed it deeper and deeper into my asshole. I expected it to bump into the cock in my mouth and push it right on out.
After what seemed like an hour, I finally felt my wife's hips against my ass. Slowly she pulled her faux prick out and pushed it back in again, repeating the motion, and the pain started to go away, and as much as I hate to admit it, it was starting to feel pretty damn good!
I wasn't even thinking about the cock in my mouth, but the owner sure was. He was moaning as I sucked on him, and it took me a moment to realize that I was moaning too. I didn't really know what I was doing, but I did my best to keep him happy as I concentrated on the pleasurable sensations my wife was providing my ass with her rubber cock.
In and out. In and out. Two cocks sliding in and out of two places they were never intended to be. Yet here they were, and not a goddamn thing I could do but take them, while finding it more and more difficult to deny that I was enjoying how they felt inside me.
I felt my wife's faux cock start to
piston faster and faster. A hand slapped my ass. The cock in my mouth also
began to move with more urgency, and then, without warning, I felt a blast of
hot, sticky saltiness in my mouth. The guy was firmly holding my head on his spasming shaft. My mouth was full
of his thick semen, and I concentrated on keeping it away from my throat. My
wife moaned and began to shake, her tool still in my ass as she
succumbed to her orgasm. I knew that between her legs was a sea of wetness, and
I longed to trade the sea of sperm in my mouth for just a taste of her
delicious snatch.
As if she read my mind, she pulled her faux rod out of
my formerly virgin ass and moved next to the guy. "As soon as you swallow that
you can have some of this," she said, flashing her sopping box at me.
I couldn't resist. With one gulp I swallowed another
man's seed and immediately buried my head in my wife's snatch. When I finally
came up for air the guy was gone, and my wife and I fucked like we never had
before.
I couldn't even begin to imagine what the next bet might be, but after what I just experienced, I was no longer worried, and truth be told, a little excited about what she might come up with!
Well, she didn't disappoint! The next time we played, if she won, she wanted the same thing - to enter my backdoor. And that's all she ever wanted from that point forward.
I never thought I'd enjoy getting fucked up the ass, but I do, so much that I purposely lose every game so my wife can always collect on her bet.
Now, here we are, six months later, and my wife's strap-on has moved beyond our dominos games and become a part of our bedroom games, with my wife fucking me more now than I fuck her. Once that started happening, things progressed, and, at her suggestion, we introduced a chastity cage to my cock... or I should say, my former cock, because, as far as my wife is concerned, once locked in a cage a cock is no longer a cock and just a penis.
Recently, she proposed having her co-worker join us again, only this time, he'd fuck me up the ass, too. It's one thing to have your wife peg you, and quite another to have a man put his very real cock up your ass, but I surprised even myself when I was not at all opposed to that idea!
She also suggested that he should fuck her, too, since my penis is locked up and he has a perfectly good cock that could satisfy her. If she had suggested another man fucking her six months ago, it would never have happened, and I would have been pissed that she even wanted another man to fuck her, but, now, again, quite surprisingly, I was immediately aroused by the...
...gotta go, my wife's co-worker is knocking at the door!
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