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Classic story of first-time wife-sharing.
The Wager
by Alicibade
Things have gotten a little out of hand. I suppose my
mistake was agreeing to the wager in the first place. On the
other hand, if I had won.... Oh, well, my turn will come.
It all started with a playful game of scrabble. My wife
Linda and I (my name's Peter) have been happily married for 8
years, and are in our mid 30's. We live what most would call a
middle class life (I hate the word yuppie; sounds too much like
guppy), although both of us went through a wild time during the
70's.
Linda is a fine looking brunette, 5'3", with a slim build
and pert, conical breasts. She has that innocent, child-like
face that turns men on like crazy. Although she's not prudish,
she is demure and shy around strangers. Our sex life has been
great over the past years, and we've tried the usual things like
fucking in strange places, light b&d, renting porno videos,
etc. Lately, though, things have simmered down to a slow burn,
rather than the raging flames of newlyweds.
On the night in question, I was feeling a bit randy and,
after watching Dan Rather blather on about Haiti or some such
fucking place, I suggested a game of scrabble. As Linda returned
with the game and began to arrange it on the living room floor, I
had a sudden idea.
"Let's play for stakes," I said, sitting down on the floor
across from her.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
I shrugged. "Let's say the winner gets to choose a fantasy
and the loser has to act it out."
Linda looked up at me slyly. "I see. And I don't suppose
you've got anything particular in mind, do you?"
"Actually, I've got quite a few ideas...," I said, looking
up coyly at the ceiling. "Remember, though, it could be anything
at all, and you'd have to go along with it. You know I love you,
babe, and you'd have to trust me. There are some REALLY
outrageous stuff floating around in my perverted brain!"
"Well, first of all, you haven't won YET, Mr. Perverted
Brain. And second of all, you're on. Just remember your words
and our agreement after the game is over. You have a very
convenient memory sometimes, you know."
I grabbed us each a glass of Chardonnay, and we started the
game. An hour later, with the game up in the air, my sexy little
wife slowly spelled out the word "xiphosuran."
"Jesus Christ!" I said, scratching my head. "What the fuck
is that shit?" The best I'd done was "fruitcake."
Linda looked at me with her deep green eyes. Her tongue
darted out and slowly licked the rim of her wine glass. I'll be
damned, but I couldn't read her! If I didn't challenge it, she'd
win.
"Okay, I'm getting the Webster's out on this one."
I grabbed the dictionary and flipped to the x's.
"...any of an order (Xiphosura) of arthropods comprising the
king crabs and extinct related forms..."
"You're a ringer, you know that? How in the hell....?"
Linda crawled behind me and wrapped her legs around my
waist. Her cool hands went around me under my sweatshirt and
gently tweaked my nipples. Her breath was warm as she whispered
in my ear.
"I memorized about 50 of them since the last time we played
and you won."
"Not only beautiful, smart and sexy, but competitive as
hell!" I said. "Okay, you won. So what does this mean in
practical terms? What's it going to be?"
I could feel her shrugging behind me, her nipples gently
brushing my back. I was getting an anticipatory hard-on even as
I felt a brief twinge of apprehension. (Quite prescient, as it
turns out)
Linda stood up and removed my t-shirt she uses as a nightie.
Wearing only her skimpy white cotton panties, she pushed the game
away and knelt down in front of me. Taking my hands, she gently
placed them on her soft breasts. The cool air had already made
her nipples erect and they pressed into the center of my palms.
She cupped both her hands around my face and looked me in the
eyes.
"I know exactly what I want. But I want to make very sure
we are absolutely clear about things. First, YOU are going to
have to trust ME, and know that I love you very much and will
always love you and be your wife. This is going to be an
enactment of a fantasy, nothing more. Without that foundation of
trust and love, I would not attempt anything remotely resembling
what I have in mind. Do you understand this?"
I swallowed slowly and nodded. My erection was gone. There
was a buzzing in my ears and my heart raced.
"Second, there will be no going back once it begins. When
it is finished, you may have a turn, and I fully intend to do
ANYTHING you want. I expect and believe that I will have the
same commitment from you for my fantasy. Do you agree?"
Once again I nodded. "And when will I learn exactly what
this fantasy is?"
Linda smiled wickedly. "In good time. You'll be told when
you have a need to know. Don't worry. You're going to be very
much a part of it. In fact, I think it's going to turn you on
like you've never been turned on before. I know it will me.
Just remember that you wanted the outrageous. Some of the most
outrageously erotic things are psychological, though." She
laughed. "Not to worry. It'll be plenty raunchy."
We fucked like rabbits that night. You know, one of those
sessions when there's no more cum in your balls, but your dick
just keeps getting hard again and again. When 3 a.m. hit,
Linda's cunt was so sore, she gently suggested sleep, and I gave
in. Tired and fucked out as I was, I couldn't sleep. My whole
perspective on life had changed. It's hard to describe the
feeling, but the closest I can come is a mixture of excitement
you can almost taste, tinged with a strange anxiety and
foreboding.
I looked at the clock. Tuesday morning, 4 a.m. I had to
get up at 7 to make it to work. I put my hand on Linda's soft
black hair and gently stroked it. She slept like a babe in arms.
Okay, I thought. I'm ready for whatever comes.
The Wager
by Alicibade
Things have gotten a little out of hand. I suppose my
mistake was agreeing to the wager in the first place. On the
other hand, if I had won.... Oh, well, my turn will come.
It all started with a playful game of scrabble. My wife
Linda and I (my name's Peter) have been happily married for 8
years, and are in our mid 30's. We live what most would call a
middle class life (I hate the word yuppie; sounds too much like
guppy), although both of us went through a wild time during the
70's.
Linda is a fine looking brunette, 5'3", with a slim build
and pert, conical breasts. She has that innocent, child-like
face that turns men on like crazy. Although she's not prudish,
she is demure and shy around strangers. Our sex life has been
great over the past years, and we've tried the usual things like
fucking in strange places, light b&d, renting porno videos,
etc. Lately, though, things have simmered down to a slow burn,
rather than the raging flames of newlyweds.
On the night in question, I was feeling a bit randy and,
after watching Dan Rather blather on about Haiti or some such
fucking place, I suggested a game of scrabble. As Linda returned
with the game and began to arrange it on the living room floor, I
had a sudden idea.
"Let's play for stakes," I said, sitting down on the floor
across from her.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
I shrugged. "Let's say the winner gets to choose a fantasy
and the loser has to act it out."
Linda looked up at me slyly. "I see. And I don't suppose
you've got anything particular in mind, do you?"
"Actually, I've got quite a few ideas...," I said, looking
up coyly at the ceiling. "Remember, though, it could be anything
at all, and you'd have to go along with it. You know I love you,
babe, and you'd have to trust me. There are some REALLY
outrageous stuff floating around in my perverted brain!"
"Well, first of all, you haven't won YET, Mr. Perverted
Brain. And second of all, you're on. Just remember your words
and our agreement after the game is over. You have a very
convenient memory sometimes, you know."
I grabbed us each a glass of Chardonnay, and we started the
game. An hour later, with the game up in the air, my sexy little
wife slowly spelled out the word "xiphosuran."
"Jesus Christ!" I said, scratching my head. "What the fuck
is that shit?" The best I'd done was "fruitcake."
Linda looked at me with her deep green eyes. Her tongue
darted out and slowly licked the rim of her wine glass. I'll be
damned, but I couldn't read her! If I didn't challenge it, she'd
win.
"Okay, I'm getting the Webster's out on this one."
I grabbed the dictionary and flipped to the x's.
"...any of an order (Xiphosura) of arthropods comprising the
king crabs and extinct related forms..."
"You're a ringer, you know that? How in the hell....?"
Linda crawled behind me and wrapped her legs around my
waist. Her cool hands went around me under my sweatshirt and
gently tweaked my nipples. Her breath was warm as she whispered
in my ear.
"I memorized about 50 of them since the last time we played
and you won."
"Not only beautiful, smart and sexy, but competitive as
hell!" I said. "Okay, you won. So what does this mean in
practical terms? What's it going to be?"
I could feel her shrugging behind me, her nipples gently
brushing my back. I was getting an anticipatory hard-on even as
I felt a brief twinge of apprehension. (Quite prescient, as it
turns out)
Linda stood up and removed my t-shirt she uses as a nightie.
Wearing only her skimpy white cotton panties, she pushed the game
away and knelt down in front of me. Taking my hands, she gently
placed them on her soft breasts. The cool air had already made
her nipples erect and they pressed into the center of my palms.
She cupped both her hands around my face and looked me in the
eyes.
"I know exactly what I want. But I want to make very sure
we are absolutely clear about things. First, YOU are going to
have to trust ME, and know that I love you very much and will
always love you and be your wife. This is going to be an
enactment of a fantasy, nothing more. Without that foundation of
trust and love, I would not attempt anything remotely resembling
what I have in mind. Do you understand this?"
I swallowed slowly and nodded. My erection was gone. There
was a buzzing in my ears and my heart raced.
"Second, there will be no going back once it begins. When
it is finished, you may have a turn, and I fully intend to do
ANYTHING you want. I expect and believe that I will have the
same commitment from you for my fantasy. Do you agree?"
Once again I nodded. "And when will I learn exactly what
this fantasy is?"
Linda smiled wickedly. "In good time. You'll be told when
you have a need to know. Don't worry. You're going to be very
much a part of it. In fact, I think it's going to turn you on
like you've never been turned on before. I know it will me.
Just remember that you wanted the outrageous. Some of the most
outrageously erotic things are psychological, though." She
laughed. "Not to worry. It'll be plenty raunchy."
We fucked like rabbits that night. You know, one of those
sessions when there's no more cum in your balls, but your dick
just keeps getting hard again and again. When 3 a.m. hit,
Linda's cunt was so sore, she gently suggested sleep, and I gave
in. Tired and fucked out as I was, I couldn't sleep. My whole
perspective on life had changed. It's hard to describe the
feeling, but the closest I can come is a mixture of excitement
you can almost taste, tinged with a strange anxiety and
foreboding.
I looked at the clock. Tuesday morning, 4 a.m. I had to
get up at 7 to make it to work. I put my hand on Linda's soft
black hair and gently stroked it. She slept like a babe in arms.
Okay, I thought. I'm ready for whatever comes.