Don't Bet Your Wife

tags: anal, cheating, bet

This is a work of fiction that describes explicit mature content between 18+ adults. Viewer discretion is advised.

*

I can't understand how it happened. Both my wife and I stared at the TV in disbelief. This couldn't be real right? Ivy looked over at me, and me at her. Her hazel eyes stared at me, first in disbelief, then in realization of what this meant.

We had just watched the presidential election, and as the results came in, it was apparent that our candidate wasn't going to be elected President of the United States. We were stunned.

"Holy shit, did that really just happen?" Ivy asked.

I nodded, still in shock. "Looks like it," I said.

"I can't believe this," she said. "All that work you put in. All that time away from us. And this is what happens?"

Yeah, I was a campaign manager, hoping to make it big by this. I still would likely have a career, but this was beyond what we expected.

"I know. I can't believe it either."

"Do you think you're going to get fired?"

"I have no idea. They'll probably wait and see where everything lands," I said. "I don't think they'll make any moves until after the inauguration."

Ivy nodded. "That makes sense. You might as well wait until you know how things are going to fall into place."

We sat in silence for a moment. I looked over at my wife. She was of Middle-Eastern descent, yet remained quite pale. She had it from her mother's side. Though, those green eyes remained and it was her most striking feature. Petite, yet with some curves, especially in her hips and ass. And speaking of which.

"Well, bet's a bet," Frank said.

We looked back at the TV. That was right. In the heat of the moment, when we thought our guy would win, we made a bet. Ivy lost, so she had to let Frank, one of my good friends, fuck her ass. We were both drunk at the time of the bet. Frank was as surprised as us when he heard Ivy boasting how she'd let him have her ass if our guy lost, and even more surprised when he didn't see any objections from me. He was sure I was joking. I thought I was too.

"You're not for real, are you?" I asked, turning to her.

She looked at me, and nodded. "Yes, I'm for real. Bet's a bet."

"But...but that was a joke," I said.

"Well, it was a joke to you. I was completely serious."

"So what? You really want Frank to fuck your ass?"

"Want is a strong word. But yes. I will accept if he fucks my ass."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Ivy was saying this so nonchalantly. As if she was talking about getting groceries. It didn't sound like she was kidding or anything. It was as if she had no problem with what she had agreed to. Didn't she understand that meant cheating on me with my friend?

"So you want to cheat on me with him?" I asked.

"No, I don't want to cheat on you," she said. "But we did make a bet. I lost, so I have to hold up my end of the deal. Besides, it's your fault for agreeing to this. We shouldn't have made the bet!"

"But...you don't even like it in the ass," I said.

"I know," she said. "I'll just have to get over it."

I stared at her in disbelief. "Just like that? You're willing to let someone else fuck you in the ass, just like that?"

She looked at me and nodded. "Just like that. Don't worry. I love you, and will remain faithful to you." She grabbed my face and kissed me. "But tonight Frank is getting my ass. I'm going to do it, and if you're going to be a pussy about it, you might as well not stick around to watch it happen."

"Hey, sorry man, but I gotta do this," Frank said. "You girl's ass is just too–"

"Shut up, dude," I said, and Frank obliged, even zipping his mouth up.

I stood there, trying to process what my wife was saying. Not only did she not want me to stick around, but it sounded like she didn't care if I didn't like it. Was she really this detached from me?

"Fine," I said. "I'm going to get drunk. Let me know when he's done with your ass."

Ivy smiled. "Good." She kissed me. "See you later."

"And just your ass?" I said as if that really made a difference. I mean, at some level, it did. I didn't want some other guy putting his cock in her pussy and potentially knocking her up or anything. And even without that risk, nothing else was part of the bet.

"Yes. Just my ass."

I left the living room and went to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of bourbon from the freezer and poured myself a glass, and drank it in one gulp. Then I poured another and repeated the process. 

I poured a third drink, but this time I sipped at it, savoring the flavor.

It had been years since I was this jealous. The last time was when Ivy and I first met. I was jealous of all the guys who tried to hit on her. Now, I was jealous, but also both hurt and insulted that she was so casual about letting someone else fuck her ass. I mean, what the fuck?

I heard her yelp, and I was tempted to go back into the living room and say, "I changed my mind. I don't want you to fuck my wife in the ass." But I stopped myself. Instead, I grabbed my jacket and headed out the kitchen door.

*

Once my dear, poor husband left, Frank wasted no time in getting up from the sofa. I wondered if he was going to rip me open right then, but instead, he grabbed the bottle of white wine we had shared and poured a glass for both me and himself.

"Cheers," he said, raising his glass.

I grabbed my glass and tapped it against his. "Cheers," I said, before taking a sip. Goodness know I could use something to loosen up. I was nervous as hell about what was going to happen.

I wasn't lying when I said I didn't want to cheat on my husband. I was completely loyal to him. Always had been, always would be. That said, Frank was a good-looking guy. He had an average build, with short dark hair, brown eyes, and a very handsome face. I'd be lying if I said I didn't find him attractive.

So there I sat, nervous as hell, as my husband's came closer, moving over so that he stood right in front of me.

"I'm not sucking your dick," I said, knowing very well what Frank wanted.

"Trust me, I know your ass is nice and all, but you don't want me to go in dry," Frank said, his hand cupping my face, his thumb tracing along my cheek and chin. "Besides, I think you'd enjoy it."

"I doubt it," I said, my voice sounding so weak and pitiful.

Frank shrugged. "I'm not forcing you to do anything."

I looked down at his jeans. He was wearing black pants, but even still I could see the bulge in his pants. It seemed like Frank had a big cock.

I looked back up at him, then back down at his crotch. Frank unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers. His cock flopped out, and my eyes widened. He wasn't kidding. It was big. Long and thick.

"Holy shit," I muttered.

"Glad to see you like what you see," Frank said confidently.

I looked back up at him. He was looking down at me, a cocky smile on his face. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of telling him that his cock was bigger than my husband's. That would've been too much. But it certainly was. Frank had a much bigger cock than my husband did.

Frank stepped closer to me. His cock was mere inches away from my face. It's heat was palpable, and I could smell it. It was the faintest hint of musk. But it was strong enough for me to take notice.

"Open wide," he said, stepping closer.

I did as he instructed. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, and soon his cock was pushing into my mouth.

It felt...good. I'll admit that. It had been a while since I last sucked a cock, so this was a nice change of pace. A nice thick cock in my mouth. Something I was more than happy to give a blowjob to. It felt good to have my lips wrapped around something so large.

Frank started slow. I took him a couple of inches at a time, letting him stretch out my mouth. And as my mouth got used to him, I was soon sucking him faster, and he began pushing further and deeper. I never let his cock enter my throat; not yet at least. My gag reflex still wasn't something I felt I had full control over. I hadn't had that much experience doing deepthroating and all.

"Shit, you're a good cocksucker," he moaned.

He was really fucking my mouth now. Even still, his hands moved down and massaged my tits, pushing my bra out of the way, squeezing my boobs in his fingers. He didn't seem to care anymore that I was his friend's wife. He was using me, taking advantage of me, and there was nothing I could do.

"I can't wait to pound your tight ass," he growled and slapped his cock across my cheek, dragging spit around with it.

"I think you've earned a little taste," he said, lifting his cock, and lifting his balls across my lips. I found myself opening up and slurping and kissing at his balls, taking his salty taste in my mouth. His pubic hair tickled my nose, and I sucked hungrily, swirling my tongue over the sac.

"You must have wanted this more than you realized," he teased.

Then his balls left my face. Frank had stepped back, pulling his cock from me.

"I feel properly warmed up, don't you?" he asked.

He was rubbing his cock against my cheeks and lips, jerking it against my skin. He absolutely did not care I was his friend's wife, in fact, demeaning me seemed to turn him on, his cock was leaking pre-cum down the tip, smearing my face.

"Lie down on the couch. Flat on your stomach, but lift up your hips a bit. I'll put a pillow under there so your ass sticks out nice and high."

I followed his instructions. I was a little shaky standing up. I removed my bra and panties and placed them neatly on the coffee table. Then I laid down on my stomach and lifted my hips as instructed. Soon, Frank had placed a pillow underneath my waist, raising my ass.

"You look good," Frank said. "I wish you could see your ass right now, sticking out like this. Your husband's a lucky man."

I blushed. "Thanks," I muttered.

"So you're going to let me fuck your ass?" Frank asked, his hands grabbing my cheeks. "Just like that? You're not going to fight back or anything? Just going to let me take what I want?"

"Yes," I whispered. "Please take advantage of me." It wasn’t on purpose, but the slightly submissive side of me slipped up. Frank seemed to approve though.

Frank spread my cheeks and leaned over. I could feel him breathing in my ass, as he brought his face close to it. Then I felt the heat of his tongue as it slid into my asshole, probing, wetting my hole. It felt like such a dirty thing to do, to eat my ass like this. I gasped, my mouth falling open as he swirled his tongue around, licking my backdoor.

"Oh my God," I moaned.

I'd never had my ass eaten before. I mean, I've had guys try to do it in the past, but they'd always stop, usually after a few seconds. But now here I was, with a guy licking my ass, eating it hungrily. My husband's friend after a stupid fucking bet. And why did it have to feel so good? I don't know if it was just the novelty of it, or what, but I found myself moaning, feeling my juices dripping from my pussy.

Frank was moaning, too. He was enjoying eating my ass. He was enjoying my taste. As he licked and probed my ass, his fingers moved along my thighs and down my slit. I could hear him sucking on his fingers, getting them wet. Then, he pushed them against my slit, and soon those fingers were inside of me, fucking me, while he ate my ass.

"Fuck," I moaned. "Oh fuck!"

I couldn't help myself. My hips began moving on their own, rocking back and forth, pushing my ass back against his face and fingers. He was moaning, his fingers sliding in and out of me, his tongue circling around my asshole.

Then suddenly, it all stopped. He pulled his fingers from my pussy and removed his mouth from my ass.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my hips still moving.

"Getting ready to fuck you," he said. "Your ass is so tasty, but I think I'm ready to feel it around my cock."

I turned around to look at him. He had a bottle of lube in his hand. He took the cap off, and squeezed some of the contents onto my ass. It was cold, causing me to shiver. But then, I felt his fingers rubbing the lube into my skin. He pushed his finger against my asshole, and it slid inside of me.

"Oooh," I moaned, closing my eyes and resting my head against the couch.

"Damn, your ass is nice," he said, his finger moving around in my ass, slicking up the insides, loosening me up. "I can't wait to pound this fucking thing. I can't believe Jay hasn't done it yet."

"He has. I’m simply not a huge fan. You don't feel bad about fucking your friend's wife up the ass?" I asked though I wasn't sure why I was asking. I didn't want him to feel bad, since I had no intention of stopping. In fact, I was enjoying this so much I was tempted to ask him to go even further than we agreed.

"Fuck no," he said. "He should've known better than to make a bet like that."

He pushed a second finger into my ass and I felt my walls stretch out. He began fucking my ass with his fingers, pushing them in and out. I moaned, feeling my juices dripping from my slit. I was so close to cumming. I wanted to cum, but I knew there was no way Frank would allow it. Not yet.

Frank's fingers pulled out of my ass, and I heard him moving behind me. I looked back at him and saw him stroking his cock, his hand gliding along the shaft, moving the skin back and forth. Then he stopped stroking and used his hand to point his cock at my asscheeks.

"Ready?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes."

Frank smiled and moved closer. I felt his cock pressing against my asshole. I took a deep breath, knowing full well what was about to happen. He pushed forward, and I felt my tight ring start to give in. It stretched out as his cock slowly began to push inside of me.

"Oh fuck," I groaned.

It was such an intense feeling. His cock felt so big inside of me. I didn't know how he expected me to take all of that. I felt like I was being split open, and it had only been the tip so far. He started moving his hips, rocking back and forth, and more of his cock entered my ass.

"Holy shit, you're fucking tight," he growled, his fingers digging into my skin, grabbing my asscheeks and spreading them apart. "It's so fucking good."

I just laid there, my cheek pressed against the sofa cushion and moaned. My eyes were closed, and I breathed slowly, trying to relax as best as possible.

"I can't believe you're letting me fuck your ass," he said.

"I can't believe I'm letting you fuck my ass," I muttered. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

Frank chuckled, and pushed forward again. I could feel more of him entering me, stretching my hole out. He was going deeper and deeper, and soon, I felt his hips pressing against my ass, his balls pressing against my pussy. I gasped. His entire cock was now inside of me. I felt so full. So stretched out. It hurt, but at the same time it felt good.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut. "Oh fuck!"

Frank grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back. I yelped. "Yeah, you fucking like that, don't you? You like my cock in your ass?"

I moaned, my fingers digging into the couch. "Yes. I love it. Your cock feels so fucking big in my ass."

"Well, you're about to get a lot more," he said. "Because I'm going to start fucking your ass, and I'm not going to stop until I cum."

Then he pulled his hips back and slammed them back into me. I cried out. His cock was so thick, and I was still adjusting to the feeling. He did it again, and again, and soon, he was fucking my ass hard and fast. I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut, and my mouth opened.

"God damn it!" I yelled. "Oh fuck! Your dick feels so big inside of me!"

Frank chuckled, his thrusts never relenting, pounding my ass like an animal. He was panting, and the sound of his skin slapping against mine filled the room, along with his grunts and my loud moans and squeals.

"Jesus, girl. I should've fucked your ass earlier."

Frank pushed forward and pinned me underneath him, his chest pressed up against my back and shoulders as he continued thrusting his cock into me. He kept one hand gripping my hip and moved the other underneath me, so that he could massage my tits and twist and tease my nipples between his fingers.

"How's this?" he asked, panting. "Do you like your ass being fucked by your husband's friend? Huh?"

"Oh, fuck! Yes!" I yelled, trying to arch my back and push my chest out for him.

I couldn't believe what I was experiencing. Having his hot, thick cock splitting my ass open. This felt amazing, unlike anything I had felt before. The fact that I was doing something that was so incredibly wrong, and not stopping it, it was thrilling. The taboo aspect of being fucked in the ass by another man, being treated as nothing more than a slut. Being forced to moan and submit. It made me so wet, so excited, so horny.

Frank moved his hand off my tit and slapped my ass. I yelped as his hand hit my sensitive skin. Then he was spanking my ass, his hips thrusting at the same time, so that his cock was pumping in and out of me. My eyes widened and my mouth opened and closed. I couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't believe I was letting him fuck my ass like this.

"Shit, your ass is fucking good," Frank panted. "Flip over on your back, baby. I want to look at those titties."

Frank pulled his dick from my ass, and helped me roll over. I lay on my back, and propped my heels on his chest, raising my legs.

Frank pushed his cock back inside my ass and I cried out. His cock was slamming right at a perfect spot.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, oh fuck!" I screamed. My ass was bouncing and jiggling every time he thrust into me. "Please. Keep fucking me. I'm -guh- gonna cuh- cum! Oh! Oh, fuck! Fuck, keep fucking me!"

My hand slid up my belly and I twisted and tugged at my nipple.

"That's right," Frank grunted. He was breathing heavily, the muscles in his chest and arms flexing as he pounded me. "Keep talking. Keep moaning, baby girl. Fucking keep going. You are so beautiful."

My entire body quivered with each stroke of his cock and every thrust into me made me gasp and shudder. My juices gushed from my pussy as I writhed in ecstasy underneath him. I felt like I was drowning in pure sexual satisfaction as Frank grunted and pulled me down, slamming himself harder into my ass.

"You like me punishing that ass? Don't you?" Frank hissed, driving harder and harder inside of me. "Tell me you like it!"

"I fucking love it!" I panted and struggled to speak. "Oh! You're fucking my ass so good. Shit! You're fucking it so, oh, so -FUUUCK- good!"

"Then you're gonna let me keep fucking it, aren't you?"

"Fuck -ah!- y- yes, you -fuck- fuh- fucking bet you're going to."

Frank started to pull himself out and I felt the loss of his cock in me until he suddenly buried himself inside my pussy instead.

"God! I -UGH- am going to fuck your tight, little, ass everyday."

"Oh fuck! You weren't supposed to take my pussy!"

He laughed. He grabbed the back of my knee, pushing my leg back until it was nearly touching my head.

"I didn't make that rule."

"But... oh shit..." His thick, pulsing cock pushed through my folds and I moaned, lifting my ass up from the sofa, grinding against his crotch as he buried himself. "I can't... please... you shouldn't..."

"Don't worry," he growled. Frank started stroking his cock slowly in and out of me as his lips came down to my breasts and started licking and nibbling at my nipples.

I trembled. "Please... ugh... remember to pull out."

Frank grinned at me, thrusting harder and deeper with every push. He didn't need to say a word. His dark eyes gleamed mischievously at me, telling me everything I needed to know. I was completely at his mercy. I didn't have a say in any of it. If he was going to fill my womb with his thick load, then he'd do so whenever he wanted to. That's the only thing that mattered, regardless of the consequences. I was his slut.

"You better not fucking cum in me!" I snapped. "Just my ass!"

Frank looked up at me, and gave a toothy, lecherous grin, letting me see the depravity of what he was about to do. He wasn't going to pull out of my pussy to save me the trouble, because this was the ultimate punishment to me. He was going to humiliate me the worst way possible.

"No, no, no," Frank mumbled through a sadistic smile.

Well, I did my part. It wasn't my fault, was it? I warned him. If he wanted to risk knocking me up, then there was nothing I could do about it. I didn't know how I was going to explain it to my husband. Instead, I felt intense shockwaves of ecstasy run through my body as I came all over his cock. I moaned, my face flushed with shame and humiliation of letting this out of control. Did Frank really lose his mind fucking me so much that he wanted to risk his friendship with my husband?

"Fuck, I'm getting close," Frank groaned. "Your tight pussy feels too good to pass up. I have to have it!"

Frank slammed his hips harder against me, his dick stretching my pussy out, slamming against the deepest depths of my womb. My walls tightened around his thick shaft, making it all the more difficult to pull out. But he wasn't pulling out. I was screaming as wave after wave of pleasure radiated through my body. Each time Frank buried himself inside of me, my voice grew higher and louder. I knew that this was wrong, that this should not be happening, but I couldn't help but moan and enjoy this.

"Oh, shit," Frank groaned. "I'm going to -FUCK!- cum in you! Are you ready?"

I didn't have time to answer him before I felt his cock swell before I felt the hot, sticky ropes of his cum splashing against my inner walls. Frank's entire body shook as he pumped his thick seed inside of me. And with every pump, more of his cum entered my pussy.

"Shit, shit, shit," I whispered to myself. "You were supposed to pull out!"

"Oops," he chuckled. He stroked his cock a few more times, giving me those last few drops of his cum. Then he pulled his cock out of my pussy, and the head popped out. I could feel the thick mixture of our cum starting to spill out of me.

"Did you seriously just cum inside of me?" I asked.

It was pretty obvious he did. Hell, his cum was already leaking out of me, staining the inside of my thighs, and likely my husband's sofa. Not a single drop of Frank's seed was wasted, though. He quickly pulled his cock and wiped the remnants on my lips.

"Damn," Frank said, his hands fondling my ass, squeezing my cheeks. "This was way better than I imagined."

"Yes," I smiled. "I had a wonderful time. Especially when you shoved your thick cock in me when it was supposed to just be an assfucking."

"What a naughty slut," he chuckled before he smacked my ass.

"Easy with my butt! It was my first time having anal sex in a while."

Frank left shortly after that, as our interactions outside of sex were rather awkward. Jay returned after a while. Through pain and gritted teeth, he asked how it had been. I said it had been okay, as that wasn't a complete lie.

Jay looked relieved and kissed me. He said he loved me, and I told him I loved him too. But as he went to take a shower, I found myself feeling guilty, thinking about the load of cum in my pussy, which would very likely make its way into my womb and get me pregnant. I sure hoped he wouldn't notice.

My husband was oblivious to that. I swore it was just dirty talk all of it, but Frank and I have been friends with benefits since then.

So Frank on occasion would come over, and fuck me. Sometimes, I'd let him have my pussy, but never again did he cum inside of me. That was a one-time thing. We even talked Jay into a threesome, but while he was game, it became pretty obvious it wasn't his thing. Luckily, the pregnancy never happened. At least not this time around.