Bet

Yeah, I lost a bet and had to play "porn star" for my husband. Garter belt, stocking, and no panties. Then, the classic............I let him cum on my face. At least porn stars got paid.

We bet on a hockey game. It was a silly bet as neither of us had any control of the outcome. If one it to bet, at least have the ability to influence the outcome. For example, being able to run a mile in 6 minutes or less.
 
Once my wife and I had a bet over the World Series.
She would answer the door nude for a delivery or I would masturbate in front of her and her two girlfriends.
I lost.
Describe your wife, and the two girlfriends, please. And then tell us....at which of the two girlfriends were you staring when you spurted? How did she feel every time you looked at her after that? Like she was nude? Like she was on display for your penis? You may have lost the bet, but you won...didn't you.....and the girlfriend....on whom you gazed with your stiffened penis? Did she win? Did you tell her what you were thinking as you fisted your hardened penis in front of her? Did you speak of all the depraved things in your mind that you were mentally having her do or submit to? Were you aroused by casting the other girl aside...mentally of course? Your little story is so hot because of everything you left out.
 
Describe your wife, and the two girlfriends, please. And then tell us....at which of the two girlfriends were you staring when you spurted? How did she feel every time you looked at her after that? Like she was nude? Like she was on display for your penis? You may have lost the bet, but you won...didn't you.....and the girlfriend....on whom you gazed with your stiffened penis? Did she win? Did you tell her what you were thinking as you fisted your hardened penis in front of her? Did you speak of all the depraved things in your mind that you were mentally having her do or submit to? Were you aroused by casting the other girl aside...mentally of course? Your little story is so hot because of everything you left out.


Having lost the bet I had to do what I promised to do—masturbate for my wife and her girlfriends.

She arranged for her two best friends, Vicky and Susan to watch me. Vicky was my wife’s age, 43 at the time, and Susan was a year or so younger. I’m close to ten years older than my wife. Her friends were aware of my shortcomings and that my wife regularly had sex with younger, bigger, fit black guys with terrific stamina. In fact it was Vicky who was responsible for urging my wife to go black. Susan was reserved and shy and never strayed from her husband. Her watching me somewhat surprised me as it would probably be the most daring thing she did since marrying. I was always fond of Sue, I thought she was cute. She’s petite, around 5-1, with short blonde hair, around 100 pounds. Vicky is my wife’s 5-6 height and around 130. While Alycin has shoulder length blond hair, Vicky’s is dark brown. Both always get noticed. Alycin and Vicky are sluts, really opposite from quiet Susan who I suspect lives vicariously through her two blackcock loving friends.

On the day I paid off my debt Alycin had her two friends sit with her on the living room couch sharing a bottle of wine. I waited nude in our upstairs bedroom for the call to appear. After 20 minutes of hearing animated conversation I heard my wife call “Time for the show.” Somewhat nervous, I went downstairs to them, hoping I wouldn’t have ED issues and not be able to perform.

As entered the living room I noticed a chair in place of the coffee table in front of the couch. “Let’s see what you’ve got,” said Vicky. I knew my white penis was much smaller than the big black cocks each liked. I hoped I wouldn’t seem too small to Susan. I was told to stand for inspection and I noticed a red faced Susan eyeing my penis while Alycin and Vicky smirked. Alycin told me to sit and “make it grow.”

The three silently watched as I began pulling on myself. I looked at each of them unable to make eye contact as their eyes were all fixed on my hand and dick. Susan was the first to look me in the eye as I thankfully felt the beginning of an erection. Alycin said “He doesn’t have much to work with,” and Vicky replied, “Yeah, just like Kevin,” her husband. I was told to stop jerking as I got fully erect at a little over five inches. The three looked at my penis and Alycin said her fuckbuddy was a thick nine inches and Vicky said her guy’s was also a real cock. Susan said nothing and I wondered what she thought.

The two continued commenting after I resumed pumping while watching them watch me. As I got closer to cumming I looked more towards Susan hoping to make eye contact. I slowed down, as I wanted for us to have eye contact with each other when I came.

“He’s a quick cummer” Alycin said. Susan made eye contact with me when I started to breathe heavier. I felt my sperm begin to release and Susan’s eyes dropped down to my lap as I felt my cum spurt through my hand and land on me. I glanced to Vicky when she began to clap. Alycin said “that’s all there is.”

As I took my sticky hand off my shrinking penis, my wife handed me a glass of wine. Susan gave me a kindhearted smile and took a sip of wine from her glass.

Then, speaking for the first time, Susan looked at me and said, “So you thought the Dodgers would win the series?”
 
Year 1978, place Barbados. After a morning dive we took a taxi intending to go back to our hotel. The driver a big black man who looked to be 35 to 40. The vehicle a vintage 57 Chevrolet Nomad wagon. The exterior fair with some surface rust, too be expected on an island surrounded by saltwater. The interior looked like it just came off the showroom floor. The guy offered to take us around to the best beaches that were almost private, not the tourists spots. Half day guided for thirty dollars American.

We went by the hotel, dropped off our diving gear and hit the road. He pointed out every spot of interest we passed. A little local bar with the best home-made rum on the island he said. We all went in for a *******. Wow that rum was triple the alcohol level of store bought. Great taste and it burned all the way down. Good thing it was in punch, a straight shot would have been like drinking turpentine. We hit the road again to a great beach with only three other people. Then on to a more secluded beach on roads like a jeep track, but that wagon went right down them.

We had to walk through some vegetation and there was only one other vehicle out there. There on the beach I noticed three black guys at the far end. A beautiful beach about ¼ mile long. We walked in the warm water towards where those other guys were sitting on the sand. The driver had been giving me the eye from the moment he picked us up from the dive boat. We exchanged looks and flirted at the hotel when my guy took the dive gear to our room. We were much closer to the guys and I realized they had been in that little bar where we got those drinks. All in their 20’s this I knew was planned. The object unknown, but I thought robbery or sex. The driver knew we did not have much cash and no credit cards. I remembered the looks they gave me at the bar. It was like a light went on, they hoped to get lucky with the young white wife.

We bet often about crazy things often sexual. I got my guy by the hand and walked deeper into the water. The driver watched from the beach. I made the bet, I bet I could get all four of those black guys to fuck me before the sun went down. I would get the earrings I’d looked at the day before if I won. It was a long afternoon under the trees at the edge of that beach. A very memorable day, I love those earrings.
 
Year 1978, place Barbados. After a morning dive we took a taxi intending to go back to our hotel. The driver a big black man who looked to be 35 to 40. The vehicle a vintage 57 Chevrolet Nomad wagon. The exterior fair with some surface rust, too be expected on an island surrounded by saltwater. The interior looked like it just came off the showroom floor. The guy offered to take us around to the best beaches that were almost private, not the tourists spots. Half day guided for thirty dollars American.

We went by the hotel, dropped off our diving gear and hit the road. He pointed out every spot of interest we passed. A little local bar with the best home-made rum on the island he said. We all went in for a *******. Wow that rum was triple the alcohol level of store bought. Great taste and it burned all the way down. Good thing it was in punch, a straight shot would have been like drinking turpentine. We hit the road again to a great beach with only three other people. Then on to a more secluded beach on roads like a jeep track, but that wagon went right down them.

We had to walk through some vegetation and there was only one other vehicle out there. There on the beach I noticed three black guys at the far end. A beautiful beach about ¼ mile long. We walked in the warm water towards where those other guys were sitting on the sand. The driver had been giving me the eye from the moment he picked us up from the dive boat. We exchanged looks and flirted at the hotel when my guy took the dive gear to our room. We were much closer to the guys and I realized they had been in that little bar where we got those drinks. All in their 20’s this I knew was planned. The object unknown, but I thought robbery or sex. The driver knew we did not have much cash and no credit cards. I remembered the looks they gave me at the bar. It was like a light went on, they hoped to get lucky with the young white wife.

We bet often about crazy things often sexual. I got my guy by the hand and walked deeper into the water. The driver watched from the beach. I made the bet, I bet I could get all four of those black guys to fuck me before the sun went down. I would get the earrings I’d looked at the day before if I won. It was a long afternoon under the trees at the edge of that beach. A very memorable day, I love those earrings.
That’s an incredible story. You’re so clever, and decisive. Those black men were very lucky, but your husband is even luckier for getting to spend the rest of the day with you
 
Once my wife and I had a bet over the World Series.
She would answer the door nude for a delivery or I would masturbate in front of her and her two girlfriends.
I lost.
You know what is weird....................
If a gf hubby lost the same bet, I actually would not want to see him take care of himself. Even if he was a yummy blk man, I still would not. If he's big and good, I want him in me. It's a waste to have him take care of himself. The bummer? I could not have sex with a gf hubby unless she told me it was cool.

So, I'm bi. That being said, I can think of two gf that I would LOVE to see masturbating in front of me. Both of them are smokin hot, but are not bi. I actually kissed one when we were *******, but she said it just did not feel right for her. I was bummed.:cry:
 
The wife, Derick, and I were in Charleston West Virginia betting on the horses. I managed to pick two winners in a row. Feeling sure of myself I started bragging. This seemed to irritate my wife and she bet that at the end of the day her winnings would be more than mine.

If I won it was a blowjob on the ride back to the hotel. With cum in mouth and swallow. If she won I had to sleep on the floor of the hotel and her and Derick got the beds. Derick kept cheering me on acting like he wanted me to win. Well in the end I beat her by $2.

When we got back to the car my wife handed me the keys and got in the back seat with Derick. Confused I reminded her of the bet. Well it seems that Derick had been working against me. He recorded the bet and played me the video.

My words on the video was she had to give A blowjob. Which to her meant that she had a choice on who's dick she would suck.

It was a 45 minute ride back to the hotel. She started out sucking him but it quickly moved to PIV. She did finish by letting him cum in her mouth. She showed me her cum filled mouth in the rearview mirror before swallowing.
 
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