A Friendly Little Wager

This story depicts a playful married couple engaging in outercourse as they struggle not to fully fuck in the name of a friendly little wager. This is my first time attempting to add italicized text. If I did it wrong and there are a bunch of random characters strewn about, I'm sorry. I am, after all, King of the Himbos.

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As Cassidy entered the living room, the sunlight streaming though the sheer blinds behind her cast her in angelic light. Her blonde hair caught the bright rays in a radiant mane. Jay caught his wife's unparalleled beauty in his glimpse up from his phone as she walked in. He smiled to himself as his attention returned to his phone.

How did he get so lucky? What could have possibly earned him the affection of that goddess of a woman?

And then his wife bent over to pick something up off the floor and his phone fell onto his chest, fully forgotten as his gaze devoured his wife's ample ass.

Jay and Cassidy had been together for a long time. They were in love. They were happy and satisfied. They were the kind of couple that others admired. The kind that inspired others to approach and ask, "what's your secret?" They'd always answer honestly when asked that question; they'd list how they talk through things, give each other grace, respect one another's personage, and find ways to have fun.

That last one was especially important in keeping the flame alive. They were only in their 30s, but they'd been together most of their adult lives and a busy, hectic schedule meant that finding time for intimacy could be a challenge. Fortunately, they had a system.

Jay and Cassidy were both very competitive. They met, in fact, at an arcade bar where Cass had just beat Jay's high score on Pacmania. He couldn't just stand by and let this random person knock his name off the #1 spot, so he manned the controls and worked to regain his supremacy. Hours later, when he finally managed it, he stood and threw his fists into the air in victory, only to sink down again when Cassidy beat his new high score by a single point. He was never able to reclaim the top spot, but he did manage to win a date with the beautiful gamer. He tells everyone that he was the true winner that day.

And he reflected on that again when he watched his wife's loose, baggy shorts hug her ass as she bent down to grab a hand towel that had escaped her grasp. She stood and happened to glance over to him, rolling her eyes and smiling when she saw that her horny husband had directed all his attention to her behind. "Perv." She teased at him.

"It's not my fault! Have you

seen

yourself??" he responded incredulously. Her smile widened as she walked over and bent down to give her husband a kiss. His hand slid up her thigh to rest on her ass, giving some small, affectionate pats. "You really are inhumanly sexy, you know" Jay said when their kiss broke.

"Inhumanly?" Cass asked. "You mean you're attracted to...nonhumans? Is that why you kept touching that tree in the park...?" She teased.

"I told you, the bark felt nice against my palm!" He shouted in fake exasperation. It's an ongoing inside joke that started when she legitimately caught Jay stroking his hand along a tree. There was a patch of soft moss and the sensation was nice, but that didn't stop Cassidy from poking fun at him.

"You keep telling yourself that, tree fucker" Cass replied, turning to walk away. Jay reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back and down so she toppled in a heap on top of him. His fingers shot up, digging into her ribs and armpits, tickling her mercilessly.

"Aahhh!" She shrieked past a surprised laugh. "Jayyy hahaha. You fucker! Hahaha" She tried to fight back, scrambling to grab his wrists and shove them down and away from her ticklish core. It was a struggle, he was stronger, but she shifted her upper body higher and used the new position to gain leverage. She locked her elbows and, pushing down again, she managed to slide Jay's hands back to her hips. In doing so, she lost balance and crashed back down again, landing down with her chest against his, their bodies mirroring each other and their faces inches apart. Laughing, smiling, and panting from the brief explosion of activity, she leaned her head down and kissed her husband on the lips. It was a sweet, pecking thing, but his hands traveled all the same. From her hips, his hands roamed, sliding along her soft curvy form to grab her ass.

Her wide grin split their kiss. "You just can't help yourself, can you, ya horndog?" She asked

As is his nature, Jay felt compelled to make the gentle admonishment a challenge. "I can control my urges better than you" He stated matter of factly. All confidence. A statement of undeniable fact. She lifted her head to look him in the eyes and arched a brow. "Be so serious right now" she stated flatly.

"Oh! You think you can do better than me?" He asked, insulted at the insinuation.

"Jay, honey, your fingers are in my ass" Cass replied, pointing out the evidence.

Jay hadn't even realized that fact. His hands acted fully of their own accord. There was no controlling those damnable things; he swore they exercised their own free will in an attempt to undo him. His hands had crept forward during their short conversation and his fingers nestled themselves into her ass crack, pushing her loose shorts into the crevice and forming a wedgie.

"Uh...nuh uh" he tried, lamely. Notably, he didn't remove his fingers. "Tell you what" he continued, "How about a friendly little wager."

Cassidy saw that coming a mile away. The pair always suggested friendly little wagers. "Guess who's the last to show up to our party! Winner gets head" or "Whoever loses at Jenga has to be on top." Once, Jay challenged Cassidy to a footrace and she suggested the loser takes a dildo in their ass. She had never seen Jay run so fast in her life.

"You were working on laundry, yeah?" Jay asked, gesturing to the hand towel she had dropped earlier. "Loser has to finish the laundry."

Cass perked up at that. She had really just started. There were a couple of loads that needed doing, and if she weren't doing laundry, she could pay more attention to the upcoming hockey game. Her team, the Krakens, were going to face an exciting fight tonight.

"Hmm, that is a tempting proposition. But what exactly is the challenge here? Do we just...not have sex?" Cass asked.

"Basically, yeah. First one to fold and commit to sex, loses."

Ever a stickler for the rules, Cass expanded; "Okay, but what counts as sex? If I start sucking your dick, do I lose?"

"First, love that" Jay said of the image, earning him yet another eye roll. "...and second, yeah that'd make you lose. No outright sex. No penetration of any kind. So, no oral, no vaginal, and no anal sex." His voice fell a bit at that last one. He was borderline obsessed with his wife's plump ass, and anal was always a special treat. His own rules dictated that it was off the menu for him today. Unless, of course, he wanted to lose.

"So, if you get too horned up and shove your dick in me, you lose." Cass summarized.

"Precisely, my dear" Jay replied in a frankly horrible posh English accent. Returning to his normal voice, he continued, "and if you can't stand it anymore and ease yourself onto my hard cock, you lose." He was much more direct there. Cass felt a thrill of excitement run through her with that.

Fuck, Jay knows her buttons.

Initially Cass thought she'd have this in the bag. Her husband has a short fuse when it comes to sex, a slight breeze could give him an erection. But he also spent years studying her. Learning her. He's always prioritized her needs over his own, and he's made it his mission to know how to satisfy her. Damn it all if he hadn't figured it out, too. Cass loves to tease her husband, but truthfully, he can play her like a fiddle.

"...okay." Cass agreed after a moment's hesitation. She hated to lose, but losing to Jay was never as painful. Plus, what's really at stake here? Worst case, she gets laid and then does some laundry. No biggie. Though, after a brief consideration, she was pretty sure she could crack him.

"Okay" Jay echoed. And with that he slid his hands up, breezing past her body to cup either side of her face. He pulled her into a kiss, not sloppy and showy, but tender and loving with a hint of

need

behind it. It's exactly the kind of gentle dominance that Cass usually goes for. And boy did she go for it. He felt a long, hot exhale from her nose splash over his lips as her body melted into his. Her legs parted to fall to either side of his, and she began to grind her hips into his crotch. 'Ha!' Jay thought to himself, 'This is going to be easier than I thought! Cass is already folding! She's so desperate for my cock, she'll be...uh oh.'

With a start, Jay realized how warm he was feeling. The gnawing need that was desperately trying to claw its way out. As well as Jay knew his wife, and he knew her very well, Cass was just as adept at triggering all of Jay's wants and needs and desires. She was grinding her hips down onto his crotch in earnest. Jay had expressed long ago his love for pillow humping. He had always found it obscenely sexy when horny women ground their needy pussies against a pillow in a desperate bid for satisfaction. And now Jay was the pillow. He had already started to grow stiff at the prospect of the competition, but at his wife's insistent grinding he quickly grew to full hardness. His soft, blue basketball shorts did little to conceal his needs.

Cassidy smiled inwardly. 'Think you can make me swoon with a simple face-grabbing kiss? It's gonna take more than that, love.' She changed up her motion, switching from the up and down sawing of her hips to something more complex. Her ass traced a circle around and around, sliding her husbands hard, clothed cock all along her warm crotch. She was turning herself on as well, but she knew how much of an effect this had on Jay. He'd cave in no time. At this rate, she'll have time to make a full dinner before the hockey game even...

Suddenly Cassidy's head was being pulled aside. Jay had wrapped his fingers in her long, blonde hair and pulled her face away from his. He leaned his head forward and attacked the nape of her neck. Kissing, licking, sucking, biting. Cass let out a small, simple, moaning "oh" of surprise at the tactic.

Another of Cassidy's buttons. She loved having her neck kissed. She had gone to many gatherings with her hair down or sporting a scarf to try to hide the hickies Jay had marked her with. Hickies she had begged him for. Jay also began to grind into Cassidy, their hips moving in tandem. A practiced dance that was little more than enthusiastic dry humping. Jay's hands roamed his wife's curvy body. His large hands rode the peaks and valleys of her curves, squeezing her ass, scratching along her back, grabbing her arms. The movements and friction intensified, causing their clothing to ride up. Jay worked with the change, sliding his hands under his wife's oversized black and blue Kraken shirt to find her soft, supple skin. The softness of her always sent a thrill through him, his fingers grabbed at her, squeezing appreciatively as his hands marched up and up her body, eventually settling on her bare breasts.

He squeezed gently, noting the feel of her hefty breasts spilling over between his fingers as his digits flexed inward. He felt her quickly hardening nipples stabbing at his palm. He felt the vibrations reverberating through her chest as she moaned at the attention to her sensitive areas. And then he felt a sudden coldness when she stood up from the couch.

Cass had to fight to pull herself away from his onslaught. She didn't want to get up, but she needed to. It felt like she had been surviving his attack for ages, and she wouldn't have lasted must longer like that. She needed to shift the paradigm, and drastically, or Jay would have her crawling around on all 4s and barking for him. So, she stood, her bare feet planting onto the cold tile floor as she reached down and looped her fingers into the waistband of her husband's shorts and boxers. She shimmied them down, allowing his trapped cock to spring free. Her mouth watered a bit to see his engorged head, slick with precum, staring up at her, but she resisted the urge to taste it just then.

She looked down at her husband, laying back with a smug, satisfied smile. Convinced that he'd won. That she was going to plop herself down on his shaft and ride him into the sunset. 'Not quite.' She thought. Smiling sweetly down at him, she reached her hand into the front of her loose, pale shorts. Into the front of her panties. Her leaking wetness had plastered them to her lips, but she pushed her fingers down to slide them along her labia and scoop up some of her slick nectar. Then, she gave Jay a wink and sat back down onto his cock.

His face, in a word, was priceless. It was a mix of confusion, longing, and bitter contempt as he realized he hadn't just won. Cass had just stepped up the game. She was careful in lowering herself down, making sure to pin his cock upwards so it rested between his belly and her still-clothed crotch.

"Ah, that's better, isn't it love?" Cass intoned sweetly.

Jay began to respond, "oh you absolute f-" but he was cut off when Cass shoved her grool-slick fingers into his mouth. His eyes widened in further surprise, and then widened still more in fear. Fear of losing this goddamn bet. His cheeks flushed. His breathing through his nose quickened. And as Cass stared him down expectantly, Jay's cheeks caved in as he began to suck his wife's fingers clean.

"There's a good boy" Cass praised, earning a muffled moan from her husband. Her hips continued to rock, grinding against his pinned cock. She felt her leaking wetness making a mess of her panties and shorts. No matter, her husband can clean them for her once he's lost.

"You know, love, I was worried for a minute there" Cass spoke down to him, as she slid her wet, clothed pussy up and down his naked shaft. "You know exactly how to turn me on. Exactly how to make me preen. Can you feel how wet I am? How my pussy drools for you? You were doing such a good job turning me on. But I know what you like." Jay let out a whimpering, pleading moan around his wife's invading fingers, his tongue still swirling around to lap up every last drop of her wetness from her digits.

"I know what you need" Cassidy continued. "And right now, you need release, don't you? Shhh it's okay." She lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned her face closer to his. "It's okay, love. You need to fuck me, don't you? You need to feel your big, hard cock slide into my pretty hole."

Time seemed to speed and slow all at once. The couple wouldn't have been able to say how long they stayed like that, with her soft shorts and soaking wet underwear the only barrier between her and his throbbing cock. She rode, and rode, and rode. Jay felt flushed with need. He was seeing stars. His hands roamed Cass's body before settling on her ass and pushing and pulling her along to aid her grinding. The sensation was incredible, but she was right. He wanted more. He needed more. He needed to feel his wife's beautiful pussy stretching open to accept his girth. He needed to shove his cock into her and fuck. He needed to paint her cervix in his cum. He needed...

...to win.

In a snap, that competitive edge came flooding back. 'No.' He told himself. He conjured images of war movie heroes holding the line. He mentally put himself among their ranks as he did the unthinkable and

refused to cave.

As she ground down into him, he slid a leg off the edge of the couch. As she whispered into his ear, he moved his hands from her ass to her hips. As that wicked temptress did her work, he tensed his body for attack. And then, attack he did.

He shifted in a sudden wave of movement. He shoved his wife towards the backrest of the couch as he slid himself fully off the edge, moving to stand next to her. He grabbed her hips again and rolled her so she was face down on the couch.

Cass loves being handled roughly, and the desperate urgency to his movements assured her that she was on the brink of victory, so she put up no fight. She simply giggled, happy to be tossed around, happy to be so close to her own needs being relieved, and happiest of all to feel victory's hot, probing joy on the horizon.

Jay grabbed her shorts and panties and yanked them down, instantly exposing his wife's large, pale ass. He almost lost himself just then, almost gave up and slammed his cock into her holes. Her ass was perfect. Ample, plump, shapely. No matter how many times Jay saw or spanked or groped her ass, he always wanted more. But he forged on, fighting down his primal urges in the name of battle. In the name of victory.

He climbed back onto the couch, positioned behind his wife's behind. He straddled her legs with his own as he spoke, "Fuck! You're so hot." He spanked her ass once, twice, three times. "So beautiful and sexy and perfect." He grabbed his cock and slapped it down onto her ass cheeks, causing small splashes of his copious precum to mark her pale skin. "You need to be fucked. You deserve to be stuffed full until you're panting and squealing and pleading for release." He fell into the dominant role readily. He and Cass were adept at switching up who was in charge. They knew each other's preferences and what buttons to push.

Cass arched her back, greedy hole hungry for satisfaction. Hungry to finally be filled. She felt warmth as Jay's thighs pressed against her ass. Felt his hot cock at her entrance.

"I want to fill you, darling. I want to feel your needy cunt hugging my shaft. I want to feel you cum around my cock." Jay grabbed the base of his cock and slid his head up and down her lips, gathering her wetness and making himself a slick mess.

"Yes, Jay" Cass responded in a breathy, husky tone. "Yes, please fuck me." The contest was only in the background now. Cassidy wanted to win, but she was aching for his touch. To feel him fill her up. All the teasing was growing to be too much. She was starting to feel desperate. A desperation that can only be resolved by the satisfying fullness of fucking.

Then Jay pitched forward, sliding his cock down and between Cass's thighs. Her knees were stuck together beneath her, lightly restrained by the bundled mass of her own shorts and panties. She tried to lift herself up and convince him to penetrate her, but he put his hands on her ass and pushed her down, not allowing her to raise her knees up from the soft cushion beneath. Her ass was pinned. And instead of finally getting a cock in her cunt, she felt the warm, hard object of her desire sliding between her thighs, pinned against her soaking wet pussy lips.

"Noooo" she whined.

"Poor darling. You're feeling so needy, aren't you? All wet and desperate?" Jay teased from above. He slid his cock back and forth, the length of his shaft riding the valley of her lips but never raising up to penetrate. "Poor pretty girl. You just want to be filled, don't you? You just want to let your mind go blank as your hole is used. But I don't think I'll give you the satisfaction."

He grabbed her hips and thrust in earnest, his cock mercilessly punching into the triangle of space between her lips and her left and right thighs. Her ass jiggled with the force of impact as he slammed his hips against her. She felt his head sliding along her crevice, kissing at her clit with every forward swing, but never enough for true satisfaction.

"Nooo, no please. Please Jay, just fuck me. Pleeeaassse!" Cass begged. There was earnestness in her tone. Actual desperation. She enjoyed edging, but this was too much.