About ten years ago while attending a football party at my sister Debbie's home, I lost a bet with my brother-in-law Chuck. Chuck had the hots for me and was always trying to get me drunk and into my pants. He knew about my nude photo in Gallery Magazine and naturally assumed Scott and I fucked around since it was a swinger's magazine. It was a stupid bet over who would win the game. The alcohol was flowing and when Debbie wasn't in the room, he would tease me and tell Scott that I needed to put my money where my mouth was. He kept raising the bet until the payoff became a sexual favor. I had not yet slept with Chuck, because he was my sister's husband and kind of an asshole. Chuck considered himself a ladies' man and I know he slept around on my sister. If Chuck won, he would get to use me as his sex slave for a week and on his poker night with his friends. If I won the bet, I would get to humiliate him in front of his poker friends by having him play nude.
We were watching an ASU/USC game and Chuck was betting on the Trojans. He kept pestering me while the other ladies were in the kitchen. Finally I said, "Fuck You Chuck!" He then replied that I couldn't handle it. I told him if Debbie could handle him, anyone could! This kept going further and further with more sexual overtones and finally to where he was daring me to bet a blow-job or fuck if I lost. Chuck has always been a pervert and would find ways to get a look at the girl's tits or pussy. One time during a pool party volleyball game, he managed to pull the strings to my bikini bottoms as I jumped out of the water to spike the ball over the net. By the time I hit the water, my bottoms were off and floating away. I'm not normally shy about nudity, but this was a large get-together with children and parents and grandparents. There I was in the pool, nude from the waist down, in front of my parents and even a few strangers. I was so angry at Chuck I could have killed him.
When Chuck teased Scott that he probably wouldn't allow me to pay the bet if I lost, my husband told him that I was a big girl and could take care of my debts. As you can guess, Chuck won the bet! The poker game had to be planned at someone else's home, since Debbie was unaware of our bet. The next night, Chuck told Debbie he had to work late, but really spent the evening at our house collecting on the first installment of my debt. Chuck made me dance bare-assed naked for him and I asked Scott to stay around and watch. At some point Scott left the room. I remember seeing him there while Chuck made love to me. That's not really accurate! Chuck didn't make love to me; he fucked me. What we did was just pure raw sex. Anyway, at some point Scott got up and went to bed. Chuck didn't leave until three thirty in the morning. He had me flying within an hour of our meeting, and frankly I didn't come down until the next day. Chuck has a very large cock (10-11 inches), probably to match his 6'4" frame. He had great staying power; however, the sex was all about him. Now I know why Debbie never had experienced a great orgasm up to that time!
I woke up long after Scott had gone to work. I lay there in the bed thinking about the things Chuck had done to me the night before. I honestly don't think there was a position that we didn't do, and some of them I had never dreamed of. Most of the time I was with Chuck that week, he had his big thing in some opening of my body. He made me do things I didn't think I would ever do. Being honest with myself is something I'm proud of, so honestly there wasn't anything he did to me or made me do to him that I didn't like. He didn't screw me anally, but he used his fingers there and his tongue. I was ready for him to shove that big cock in my ass, but he laughed and said he was saving it for a special occasion. I don't know what he meant by that at the time. Lying there, I began to get hot. My pussy was begging for attention, so I did something I had not done since grade school; I played with myself. After I had done that I got up and took a shower. There was dried come all over me, in every nook and cranny. I hadn't showered after Chuck left. Frankly I was just too worn out to bother.
While I had some coffee, I tried to get my mind off the previous night's sex-capades. My main concern was Scott and how he was going to handle this situation. Scott and Chuck were both highly competitive and Chuck was the first to fuck the other's wife. I felt a little ashamed that I had insisted that he stay and watch, but I wanted his protection in case Chuck got rough. I had decided to see if I could make it up to him someway. I stayed busy the rest of the day cleaning the house and doing the wash, but my mind did wander back to Chuck and his huge long cock. He insisted that I call it his light saber (Chuck was a Star Wars fanatic) and it seems to fit better then "thing" or even prick. As I ran the carpet sweeper, I put the handle down near my crotch and let my evil mind wander. I had always thought that Chuck was a lousy lover (because of Debbie's descriptions), but now that I had some comparison, I would have to say that he was perfectly adequate. Chuck just didn't quit even after he ejaculated, he didn't get completely soft. I honestly don't remember how many times I came, but it was many, many times. At least two dozen big ones!
Before Scott got home, I took a quick shower and put on fresh makeup and clean clothes. I didn't know what to expect but, I wanted to look nice for him.
"I'm home," Scott said coming in the back door.
"Hi honey," I said. "Did you have a nice day?"
"I guess," he said.
"That's good, isn't it?" I said.
"Yeah," Scott said, getting a beer out of the refrigerator. "You want one?"
I told him I did and he handed me a cold beer and sat down at the table. "How was your day?
"Good," I told him. "I got the house cleaned up and the wash done."
He took a sip of beer and nodded. "I guess that about takes care of the small talk, don't it?"
I nodded.
"Well are we going to talk about what happened last night or are we going to waltz around it?" Scott asked.
"I guess we had better talk about it," I said. "Scott I..."
"Donna I'm so sorry," Scott said interrupting my apology. "I'd give my left nut if you didn't have to do this thing with Chuck."
Well I didn't know what to say to that. After a moment I took his hand in mine and said, "Shit happens, Scott. That's what you always say isn't it? We will get through this thing together, honey. We will." I felt miserable, especially after thinking about Chuck and his magic cock all day. "You are the greatest husband a woman could have," I said, my eyes filling up with tears. "I'm a stupid person and you are an angel. You went through hell and never opened your mouth to complain."
"You are not stupid," he told me. "You made a mistake, that's all. Besides, you don't know what I did."
"What do you mean? What did you do?" I asked. Now I was worried.
"I jacked-off," Scott said. "While Chuck was fucking you I masturbated."
Now I was at a complete loss. What the hell did this mean? I got up and wiped off the rings the beer cans had left on the table. I sat back down and looked at him. "Tell me about it."
"When you were dancing for Chuck," Scott stammered. "I got a boner. I felt sick to my stomach, but I was excited too. I almost came in my pants when he started finger fucking you. Then when he was fucking you, you know when you were on his lap and he was slamming into you, I took my cock out and whacked off." He rolled the cold can across his forehead. "I don't know, Donna," he said sounding miserable," Hell, I've had a hard-on all day just thinking about it."
"You're hard right now aren't you?" I asked softly, taking his hand in mine. He nodded, not looking at me. I got up and went around the table and stood in front of him. I raised my skirt up, "Do you want to see where Chuck stuck his big cock, Honey?"
In a flash Scott jerked my thong down and had his tongue in my pussy. After a while he picked me up and sat me on the edge of the kitchen table where he could get to me better. Scott loves oral sex and is very good at it. I came within a few minutes, but then again, I had been ready to come all day. Scott fucked me on the table, on the couch and on the stairway. Later we made love in our bed. I felt better about things now. We were going to be all right after all.
It wasn't long before Chuck sent word by phone that he wanted to see me. He said for me to be home at six o'clock. Husband optional, he said.
"Do you want to be there?" I asked Scott.
Scott got a funny look on his face then laughed, "Yeah I guess," he admitted, his face red. "For a while anyway! I'll probably go to bed before that big dick bastard gets through with you."
Chuck arrived at our house a little before six in the evening. We went straight to the den, or playroom, as Chuck called it.
"So, Donna," Chuck said, "Ready for another night of bliss?" Actually I was, but I didn't want that arrogant bastard to know it.
"Whatever," I said.
"Good," Chuck said, as if I had agreed whole heartily with him. I knelt and gave his large cock a tongue lashing and then climbed on him and got fucked. It was raw and inhibited sex and I was in heat.
