By:
Haywood Jablomi
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 Levis 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, 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 had upped the
ante. It started out innocent enough. She had had a hard day at work and 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 own 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. “Hmm, let’s think this over,” I backpedaled. “What
would you like the wager to be?” I asked her as sweetly as I could.
“That’s fine with me,” she replied just as sweetly, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
“That’s fine with me,” she replied just as sweetly, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
That
game started with her gaining a sizeable lead, and I literally began to get a
little sick to my stomach. Fortunately, I caught a good hand, stole the rock,
and ended up winning by twenty points. Thank the good Lord!
Today
the wagering was no different. We picked up where we left off, and after the
first game I was treated to her doing a strip-tease for me right there in the
family room. The next game 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. 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 and every 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 that could have been plagiarized from any hardcore smut magazine.
She didn’t mind though. 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. But hey!
What about me? I was there for all those things, and when my cock stiffened
watching her “go vegetarian” I didn’t race to the bathroom to make a batch.
“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. 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 in 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 a
muscled young 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 a bed at the Best Western downtown. My wife was also
naked, except for the faux cock dangling between her legs. Another man was also
naked, 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. I wanted to bite it off, but I knew better.
Besides, compared to the searing pain I was receiving from the other end, a
dick in my mouth wasn’t all that bad.
My
ass was in agony as my wife pushed her vibrating tool 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, and the
pain started all over again. I wasn’t even thinking about the cock in my mouth,
but the owner sure was. He was thrusting his hips back and forth, and I
realized that his limp rod was now hard as a rock. I did my best to keep him
happy as I concentrated on the tree stump that my wife was passing off as a sex
toy. Weren’t toys supposed to be fun?
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. 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 pinching his nipples with one hand, the other 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 buzzing
tool still in my ass as she succumbed to her own 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 trampled 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!
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