Wicked Wednesday- The Bet

Oh, how she loved the games they played, she thought to herself as she watched her husband across the room.

At this very moment, he was seated at the bar, his hand grazing the knee of the college coed they had picked out together earlier over drinks.  They had discreetly watched the young blond from the very table she sat at now, as the girl had allowed herself to be conversed by many, inexperienced young men.

Her husband was anything but inexperienced.  He exuded confidence and was always the Alpha male of the room.  His gaze was strong enough to make most look away, his masculine scent irresistible to the feminine nose.  He could control most women with just a look and this young girl would prove to be an easy mark.

Their bet in place, he had kissed his wife firmly on the mouth, wishing her luck, and had left their table.  He was a hunter tonight, he would devour his prey, and he would win.  He had only been seated at the bar for a moment, when he turned his stare upon the young woman in question.  Her body language changed as she sensed herself being watched, and when she looked up and saw him staring she blushed a lovely shade of pink.  He gestured to her, beckoning her to him with a smile and a wave and she obeyed his call, leaving the young male she was speaking to floundering in her wake.  Now, seated next to him at the bar, feeling his warm hand upon her leg, she lost herself in his strong, masculine presence.

He ordered two shots of whiskey and she obediently drank the fiery liquid along side him, wanting to please.  He informed her that he had a room at the hotel across the street and that more than anything, he wished she would accompany him there.  Unable to meet his gaze, she whispered her acquiescence and he guided her quickly away from the bar.  Now came the trickiest part of the game, however; that critical moment where he had to reveal his hand and take a risk.

He introduced the lovely girl to his wife, watching her young eyes widen in surprise.  He could tell that she was disappointed, that she was considering leaving, so he gently brushed his fingertips down her spine and asked her again to please join them.  She was reluctant, but when he leaned in and lightly kissed her neck, his masculine smell overwhelmed her senses and she allowed herself to be led from the bar, his wife trailing behind them.

To encourage her excitement and compliance, he cupped her small bottom in his hand as they walked toward the hotel.  She leaned into him, neck submissively offered up to his mouth, trying to forget that the footsteps she could hear behind them were those of his wife.  His incredibly gorgeous wife.

Once in the room, his wife sat down in a low backed chair across the room.  She knew what came next and she knew she wanted to win this round.

He began to passionately kiss the young woman, warming her with his lips, until he could smell her arousal.  He unzipped her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor, as he sat upon the bed.  Gently biting her neck, his eyes found his wife’s as the girl moaned, and he slowly lowered the girl’s panties to her knees, revealing the soft mounds of her buttocks.  As he did this, his wife parted her own thighs slowly, revealing her lack of panties under her dress and her throbbing sex to her husband.

The girl was now kneeling in front of him, an understanding of what was expected of her as he freed his rock-hard cock from his slacks.  She looked up at him eagerly from her place on the floor, ready to please, but his gaze remained locked on his wife.  He removed the girl’s blouse without looking at her, revealing firm, taut breasts.  Gently gripping the back of her neck, he guided her warm, little mouth down around his shaft.  He never even blinked.

He pumped into her mouth slowly, matching his wife’s rhythm as she fingered her own clit across the room.  When his wife’s finger sped up, he gripped the girl’s hair tightly and began to fuck her young mouth deeply with his cock.  He never looked away from his wife’s eyes, noticing in his peripheral vision how her pelvis began to move, and how her fingers sunk a little deeper into her wet hole.

When his wife nodded at him, he lifted the girl up and stripped her panties all the way off.  He guided her onto his lap and onto his waiting cock.  She moaned deeply into his neck, her arms around him, as he filled her completely.  Filling his hands with her young, supple ass he moved her up and down on his cock, eliciting noises from her that made his wife start to rub her clit more furiously as she stared into his eyes.

He could see that his wife was close so he picked up the pace, fucking the young woman in his lap mercilessly while she held on.  He could feel himself ready to cum, but he waited, watching his wife, their eyes locked.  When he saw her expression change and knew she was about to cum, he allowed himself to orgasm, bringing the girl with him.  The sounds of flesh slapping filled the room.

As the young woman collapsed in his arms, he smiled wolfishly at his wife.  She sat, across the room from him, drenched between her legs from the orgasm she’d had watching her husband fuck the pretty little girl they had picked out together.  She grinned back, knowing neither had won the bet that evening.  Neither had looked away for even a moment.

As his wife closed her legs, pulling her dress back into place, he gently helped the girl off his lap.  Her legs were a bit shaky as he helped her up, holding her for a moment and whispering in her ear what a lovely time he’d had.  Once dressed, she dared a small glance at his wife as he led her to the door, firmly saying goodbye and sending her on her way.

With the girl gone and the two alone at last, he pulled his wife from the chair and into his waiting arms.

“Double or nothing?” he asked her, eye brow arched.

“You’re on,” she said, kissing him on the lips.  “But this time, you watch and I play.”

“Deal,” he replied, already growing hard at the idea of his wife picking up another woman.

Oh, the games they played, he thought to himself.  He was sure he’d win the next round the minute the girl they picked out began working between his wife’s legs.  His wife always closed her eyes in that moment, when a soft tongue began to caress her most feminine areas.

He would win the bet when she broke eye contact first, and after, he would reap the rewards of his victory.