Just a silly little idea I had. I wondered under what circumstances a man could keep up with a woman in a contest for number of sexual conquests in a single day considering that a woman would have an obvious advantage. I know it has a ridiculous premise but really, doesn't most porn? I mean really, how many pizza delivery guys get laid by sticking their dick up through a hole in the pizza they deliver to some bored housewife? How many guys actually bet their wife's three holes to their poker buddies to pay off a bet? Not many I'd imagine. So I hope you have fun with my silly story and, as always, I hope it gets you hot, or at least makes you laugh.
My wife Jenny and I walked into the hotel bar to start our contest. Jenny, being a 5'8" vision of beauty with long dark hair, a firm and lovely set of 34D breasts, and a bubble but that was the object of many a fantasy, naturally assumed that she would win this little contest hands down. From the look of things she certainly was off to a good start. Despite her wedding rings and walking in with her husband she was generating an awful lot of attention from the men in the bar.
We separated slightly and ordered drinks. As soon as she left my side she was surrounded by her many admirers. With many a glance in my direction, her potential suitors tried to get her undivided attention but she was being a social butterfly. A glance or smile at one man, a gentle touch on the arm of another, she drew them in with consummate skill. I was sitting back enjoying the entertainment when our friends Lisa and John joined us. Lisa came to me, John joined Jenny. Jenny shook her head at the antics of my wife.
"I can't believe you guys are going through with this idiotic contest," Lisa said to me. "Are you sure this won't affect your marriage?"
"We've been through this," I replied. "Hell, you were there for most of the discussions. You were judging the original contest that we tied."
"But James," she said, "that was just talk, telling stories of your sexual history. To actually try to see how many sexual partners each of you can get in one night? It's just too much. John and I love you guys. We don't want to see you divorce."
"We won't." I stated flatly. "I know she has told you and I will tell you again so that maybe you will believe us. With our sexual history it is a statistical anomaly that neither of us has cheated. It still surprises me that it took us ten years to even discuss our sexual antics before we met or suggest that it might be fun to open our marriage to include others in our bed.
"Jenny and I love each other unconditionally. We both can easily differentiate between making love and fucking. Neither of us is even slightly jealous of the attention we get from others. It tends to be a real turn-on for us. A kind of...everyone wants her but it'll be my dick she's sucking later, not yours kind of thing. I have never considered a person who is having sex with multiple partners a bad thing. If she fucks a hundred men tonight I won't think she's a slut and leave her. I'll be proud of her and want to be number 101."
"And you're sure she feels the same way," she said doubtfully.
"Absolutely positive," I replied with a smile. "When she hears my number from tonight it will turn her on."
I noticed my wife going to the elevator, heading upstairs to her side of the adjoining rooms we had hired for the night. She was trailed by John and eight guys who looked as if they couldn't believe their luck. The sway of her ass as she walked and the knowledge of what she was going to do with those eight men in that room had me adjusting my semi-hard cock in my jeans.
Noticing this Lisa said, "You weren't kidding." There was stark disbelief in her voice. "This is turning you on."
"You bet!" I said to her and then turned to the crowd that had been watching my wife pick up guys for an orgy. With a booming voice I said, "That was my wife, ladies and gentlemen. We have a contest going on that maybe you can help me win."
The music had stopped and I was now the center of attention for every nearby person. People seemed to realize that there was something quite interesting going on. As they waited for what I might say next I remembered how this all started.
I had just bought a new Harley when I met Jenny twelve years ago. She had just bought a new car. Money was tight with two payments on top of rent and other bills and it inhibited our fun at times. We dated for a couple weeks and fell in love pretty quickly. Moving in together was the logical step for us. Our sex life was phenomenal. Anything, sex related, that two consenting adults could try with each other was tried and perfected. We had similar interests and a shared outlook on life.
The one thing about our relationship that caused issues between us was that we were both a little too competitive and unwilling to back down when challenged. This character flaw that we shared surfaced at interesting and unusual times and often was the only reason we ever argued or fought.
When her car and my Harley were paid off we decided to alternate new vehicles to give us both more money to play. She bought a new Corvette and I kept my old Harley and even older truck. Now, ten years married she wanted to change the rules and trade in her 'vette on a Mercedes, but it was my turn for a new vehicle. Her contention was that I loved both my old truck, and my Harley, which was true. But she also assumed that since I was happy with my vehicles and that I had two, she should be able to trade in the car she wasn't happy with and get one she could love. I disagreed.
John and Lisa were over the night it all blew up. Many drinks had been consumed and none of us were feeling any pain. We decided to have a contest, and the winner would get the new vehicle. John and Lisa would judge. None of us remember how the conversation turned to our sexual past but that's where it ended up. We decided that the person with the wildest past would win. I would tell a story and she would top it with one of her own. We traded stories back and forth to an astonished John and Lisa, each one getting wilder and wilder culminating in the astonishing fact that we had both attended the same orgy. There had been over twenty-five people there and we had no idea if we had even slept together, the whole evening of debauchery was a little fuzzy for both of us, but after comparing notes we realized we were telling the same tale. We had met and started dating a couple months later never realizing that we had briefly met the night of the orgy. John and Lisa had given up at that point and declared a tie, much to our chagrin.
Jenny and I had amazing sex that night rehashing our old exploits in bed together, sharing more details and having an all-night fuck fest. The next day after John and Lisa had gone home, and before we fully recovered from our hangovers, we talked and eventually fought about the vehicles again. I admit that it got a little out of hand. Neither of us would back down and our sex history got dragged into it with both of us insisting that we had won despite the judging.
Jenny finally said, "At least I know I was better at picking up a quick score."
"Bullshit!" was my reply. "I could, and still can, pick up a one night stand just as fast as you. Probably faster," I sneered.
"O.K." she said almost snarling, "New contest. We go to a hotel, rent rooms, and head down to the bar. Whichever of us scores the most in one night is the winner."
We locked eyes and moved towards each other, crashing together in a tangle of ripping clothes and slamming bodies. We didn't make love that night; we fucked like animals on the kitchen floor. My shirt was hanging from my neck and one arm. I had ripped her sweatpants open at the crotch, too impatient to pull them down. I jammed my cock into her with a violence we had never experienced and she thrust against me just as hard. Her cunt was a warm, wet, slippery mess as her passion crashed over us both. Thrusting, groaning, scratching and biting we attacked each other until with a deafening scream she came as I flooded her with the largest orgasm of my life.
When our passion was spent we both had scratches and bruises from head to toe and were physically spent. Then we started to laugh. I don't think either of us had realized just how hot it was to think of the other fucking someone else but it was obvious that the idea appealed to us both. When we recovered we talked it over and decided that the contest was a great idea, it was a great way to open up our marriage to a whole new world of fun, and that the winner got the new vehicle and ultimate bragging rights. We asked a disbelieving John and Lisa to be judges again.
