What kind of jerk-off “loses” his wife betting on pro wrestling?

Until three months ago, if someone had suggested I might cheat on my husband, I’d have said no way. That changed when the jerk-­off lost my ass and pussy on a bet—a bet on pro wrestling at that! My Shelly swears it’s all real, and gets mad when anyone says otherwise.

That night he had two ass­hole buddies over, and while they were all drunk he de­­clared he would “bet everything” on one of his heroes.
“You mean everything?” Les­ter said. Shelly nodded. Phil said Shelly could keep the house and that shit, what they wanted was me.

They were always hot for me, trying to feel me up and all, so it was no real surprise. Shelly thought for a moment, then said, “Okay.” Naturally his hero gets his ass beat, and Shelly’s asshole buddies practically have their dicks out in anticipation. He comes up­stairs and tells me I have to service them! I’m furious!

“Fine, you fucking jerk,” I said. “You want me to be a whore, so be it. But you have to watch while I let your stupid friends fuck me. I hope you’re happy!” I went down to the living room and said, “Okay, guys, a deal’s a deal,” and pulled my skirt up to my waist and got a breast out. They sat staring with their mouths hanging open.

After a minute and them not moving, I got on my knees in front of them and took their cocks out. Neither was exceptionally endowed, but Lester was on the thick side. I began to kiss their tips, then licked their cocks like lollipops. I wanted to make a big show of it to make my darling husband feel bad. However, I wound up getting excited and having fun despite myself!

I was sucking and slurping loud enough to fill the room. While I sucked Lester, I rubbed Phil’s cock all over my tits. It felt good to just let go. I glanced over at Shelly and saw the pathetic lust-filled look on his face. Then he pulled his cock out of his pants. Soon I was rub­bing between my legs, feeling my wetness. Out of the blue I shuddered and came!

Before the high could come down, I got up on shaky legs and climbed over Phil and, with a knee on each side of his legs, lowered myself on his shaft until I was impaled. I rode him with him squeezing my round ass and feasting on my tits, licking and sucking and even biting down on my excited nips. I rode him hard and fast, again filling the room with my moaning.

When I sensed his im­pending climax I pulled off him, to his consternation. I lay on my back on the ­coffee table with my head hanging over the edge so I could suck Phil some more, and Lester began to fuck me hard, while they both mauled my tits, which were flopping all over the place. Shelly never fucked me like that! I was having an amazing time. I screamed as my climax hit. Lester pulsed and shot his load inside me.

Phil got me on all fours and slipped his cock in my cunt but almost immediately pulled out and began to pen­etrate my virgin ass! I put my head down and let him! I never let Shelly, but I let Phil. After a lot of pushing from him, a lot of moaning and wincing from me, and long stares from my husband and Lester, Phil finally slid in. I moaned like it was the best I ever had, though in truth it kind of hurt, but I soon got used to it and he gripped and slapped my cheeks as he banged my ass. The sound of our skin slapping was very erotic. Les­ter reached down and rubbed my pussy to yet another climax a few seconds before Phil groaned and shot his load up my shaking ass. Both guys fell back ex­hausted.

Shelly came toward me expecting his turn, but I stopped him cold. Even after Phil and Lester left I didn’t let him touch me. I didn’t allow him any sexual contact for over a month, hoping may­be that will teach him a lesson.

—G.N., Biloxi, Mississippi