My wife is super competitive. To top it off, she's a sports fanatic and we graduated from rival universities. I'm not that big a fan but I play along since it gives us the chance for some good-natured ribbing.
This past Saturday was our rivalry weekend and her team is enjoying a very good season whereas mine is going through a "rebuilding" year. She normally doesn't gloat that much but she had been talking trash non-stop since the beginning of the week. As I was preparing supper one evening, she was laying it on especially thick. I finally had enough and told her to "put up or shut up".
She grabbed my hips from behind and propped her chin on my shoulder so that her lips were near my ear.
"Sex slave for the weekend?" was her breathless query.
I'm not a gambling man but this is the sort of wager I can't resist. Either way, I win. She was quiet about her team's chances for the rest of the week so I had already won the bet as far as I was concerned.
On game day, I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee. I thought that was odd since my wife doesn't drink the stuff and she doesn't make it for me. Once my eyes focused, I forgot all about the coffee. She had laid out all of our sex toys on the dresser along with many that I had never seen before. This is why she had been so quiet all week. She had been shopping and making plans for after the game! I was instantly hard at the thought that she was taking the bet seriously and intended to follow through, one way or the other.
Along with the standard vibrators and dildos were a few things that were a little unnerving. There was a cock cuff, flogger, crop, restraints and an assortment of butt-plugs ranging from penis-width to as big around as a beer can. Most disturbing was a two quart enema bag and an inflatable nozzle.
We had played slap-and-tickle games in the past and I figured that the loser of the bet would end up performing oral sex on the other while tied up or some such. Obviously, my wife had plans to take our games to an entirely different level. She and I both knew that I would likely be on the receiving end of all these devices but it was unbelievably exciting to think that she was willing to have them used on her if she lost.
By the time I went downstairs, my cock was leaking pre-come and I was beside myself with excitement. The sight of my awesome wife almost put me over the top. She was wearing a full-on cheerleader uniform from her school and had decorated the TV room in her school colors. We spent the morning doing our own things around the house and teasing each other all the while.
Game time finally came and we sat down and got serious. I'd love to say that the game was close but it wasn't. Her team ran back the opening kickoff and it went downhill from there. At one point, my wife stood directly in front of me, spread her legs wide and bent over. From between her knees, she asked me if I was willing to give up and begin serving her. I could see the soaked crotch of her bloomers and I was eager to taste her wetness but I held firm. At half-time, my team was down 28-0 and she placed my hand on her pussy. It was moist and I could feel her heat through her uniform bottoms. Her playful mood was gone and she took on a serious tone.
"If you will go ahead and admit defeat, I'll take it easy on you and you can begin serving me now. If you don't, I promise that I won't show any mercy."
Given the toys I had seen upstairs, I was more than a little apprehensive about her threat. Still, I couldn't bring myself to give up. Secretly, I was wanting to see how kinky she was willing to get.
The second half of the game was no better than the first. Our defense managed to rally but the offense still couldn't do anything. It ended with a score of 31-0 and I swear I saw her team's water boy take a few snaps toward the end.
As the announcers were declaring the score final, my wife/mistress took the lead.
"Get on your knees and eat my pussy!" was her initial demand.
I hurried to get in position as she shucked off her uniform panties. I dove in and started licking her moisture from her outer lips. She was far too hot for my slow approach and grabbed a fist-full of hair and pulled my face into her sex. I know this signal well so I pursed my lips around her clit and sucked it into my mouth, simultaneously flicking it with my tongue.
She must have been as excited as I was since she only lasted seconds before convulsing with her first orgasm of the day. I froze and she roughly shoved me back onto my haunches. After catching her breath, she stood up imperiously. From behind the couch, she produced the wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs and a blindfold.
"Put these on and be quick about it!"
I whipped off my clothes as fast as I could and fastened the cuffs. She just stood there looking annoyed but sexy as hell with her naked pussy and ass peeking out from under her skirt.
Once the blindfold was on, she announced the rules of the game and bent down to hook the wrist cuffs together.
"I'll be on my hands and knees somewhere in this room. You've got ten seconds to find me and get your tongue up my ass."
My wife had never talked about sex in anything other that romantic terms and had certainly never been vulgar. Hell, I had thought about tonguing her ass during sex but was afraid that she would be repulsed by it. Maybe she had been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time, I know I had.
"Ten..."
I frantically started crawling around the room as best I could but it was very difficult, hobbled and blindfolded as I was. Her voice was guiding me with a steady countdown.
"Nine..."
I didn't dare go too fast for fear of really hurting myself and ruining our night. With all the furniture in the room, is was impossible. To my credit, I did bump into her just as time ran out but she was unimpressed.
She stood up in front of me and I could smell and even feel the heat of her pussy. As she flipped off my blindfold, I saw that her mons was dangerously close to my nose. I couldn't help myself and inhaled deeply as my eyes drifted closed.
