Lost Bet Girlfriend Screwed

It was a typical summer evening at the pub.

I was sitting at the table with my new girlfriend, Yvette, a twenty-four-year-old who had moved here to the United Kingdom to study, whom I had met a few months earlier at the gym. We had started dating right away and there had been a certain chemistry from the very beginning, I couldn't be more satisfied.

There were many things about Yvette that had won me over. She had a sweet face and an adorable smile. She was nice, witty, and enthusiastically laughed at my jokes. She had a delightful French accent. She was also a bit clumsy, which, I admit, was somewhat of a fetish for me. She had a not-too-big breast, but just the right fullness and firmness. And finally, a round butt that approached perfection. A butt that I would have loved to fuck, but she had confessed to me that she didn't particularly enjoy anal sex and that, maybe, one day she would grant me that.

But I was fine with it that way. Our relationship was solid, even from the sexual point of view. In fact, that evening I expected to end on a high note by taking her home and having sex until exhaustion. In my heart, I hoped she would also be inclined enough to let me have anal sex if I played my cards right.

However, fate wanted to play a cruel trick on me.

"Hey, Nick!"

I couldn't be mistaken, it was Alan's voice. I turned towards the table on my right and saw that it was indeed Alan, who was just sitting down. With him was Luke.

Shit! Although we were friends, those two had a rather exuberant personality that I couldn't stand much. Let's just say they were two complete morons, that's it. The classic big guys who do nothing but joke around and feel the need to get familiar with everyone. Especially with girls. Even if they are already engaged to another man.

"Who are they?" Yvette asked me.

I sighed and was about to respond, but Luke interrupted me, "We are two dear friends of the present Nick. Nice to meet you, Luke!" and he extended his hand to my girlfriend.

Yvette seemed amused by that bravado and shook the jerk's hand while smiling. Then Alan introduced himself as well. And immediately he let slip the first sleazy comment, "Damn, I didn't think Nick could actually get with a girl like you!"

Yvette chuckled coyly.

The damage was already done. Unfortunately, those two morons had sat right at the table next to ours, and it would have been impossible to ignore them for the rest of the evening. I couldn't even leave, because I would have looked like the jealous fool in front of Yvette. I could only hope that they wouldn't go too hard on my girlfriend, out of respect for our friendship.

I was so fooled...

They were broadcasting the UEFA Euro 2024 semifinal between Spain and France on TV, even though most of the patrons seemed to not care. Including me. Nick and Alan, on the other hand, were two die-hard football fans and it didn't take them long to behave as if they were at home, stuffing themselves with chicken, fries, and beer, and burping loudly while cheering for Spain. I felt like dying from embarrassment and noticed that Yvette was also clearly uncomfortable, but that didn't stop her from occasionally speaking to them when they asked her something.

But it wasn't just the game that caught Alan and Luke's attention. Several times I noticed them glancing with interest at my girlfriend's legs--Yvette was wearing a miniskirt that evening. And more than once, they cast looks at the limits of indecency at her neckline, which highlighted her firm breasts.

As if that weren't enough, they had offered one of their beers to Yvette, and she, who gets tipsy even after just a sip of alcohol, had accepted! The consequences are quite obvious: after one drink, she was already half tipsy, and not only had the discomfort from my friends' behavior disappeared, but it seemed she enjoyed being watched.

"Could you put your blouse back on, sweetheart?" I asked Yvette at one point, while she was talking with Alan and Luke about her desire to take a vacation in Australia.

She sighed and said nothing, but looked at me as if to say, 'Don't be jealous,' and I gave up insisting.

I tried another approach. When a waiter passed by, I asked him, "Could we change tables?"

"I'm sorry, sir," he replied mortified. "They're all already occupied."

Alan, who had heard, asked me, "Hey, buddy, did we do something wrong?"

I would have liked to respond, 'Yes, you are fucking my girlfriend with your eyes!' but being a rather submissive type, I didn't want to argue, so I hesitated in search of the right words.

"Are we embarrassing you with Yvette, right?" asked Luke. "Isn't that right, girl?"

My girlfriend, already a bit tipsy, responded with a silly laugh.

"Then let's calm down, promise!" Luke assured again.

I couldn't believe it, but I didn't comment, unaware that the worst was yet to come.

At the end of the first half, the score was 2 to 1 in favor of Spain. Kolo Muani had scored for France, Yamal and Olmo for the Iberians. Luke commented, "Of course, France, despite being the world champion, is not playing well at all."

"We're warming up," replied Yvette. "You saw that we scored the first goal, right In the second half, there will be a bunch!"

I noticed that the two jerks exchanged a knowing glance, and then Luke suggested, "Let's make a bet--"

"No!" I interrupted him immediately. "No bets!"

"But at least let me speak first!" replied Luke. "What do you say, Yvette?"

I prayed that she would refuse, but that drunken floozy replied, "Okay!" without even thinking for a second.

Luke let the cat out of the bag. "Earlier you said you wanted to go to Australia. Let's say that if France wins the match, we'll pay for your vacation in Australia."

"Actually, if we want to ruin ourselves, we'll pay for both!" Alan intervened.

Yvette seemed intrigued. "And what if Spain wins? Will I pay you?"

Alan and Luke exchanged another knowing glance and snickered, and the latter Luke replied, "If Spain wins, you'll be ours for a night."

I must have misunderstood. And Yvette thought the same, judging by her expression.

"Sorry, I didn't understand."

"If Spain wins, your girlfriend is ours for a night," Luke repeated. "We'll have sex with her in tandem."

"Bastards!" I shouted, not caring that I was in a pub. "But how dare you? Apologize to Yvette right now, come on!"

The two jerks didn't budge or apologize.

"Not a chance, assholes!" I kept shouting. "Yvette, you tell him too that--"

With horror, I saw that Yvette was biting her lower lip. I knew her well. It meant that she was really considering that idea. The vacation in Australia paid for by those two bastards tempted her, but... what if she lost? They would have fucked her! And I'm sure they wouldn't have held back!

"We should think about it, darling," she said to me.

"Think about it, my ass!" I shout again. "What the hell are you talking about? There's nothing to think about! Come on, get up, let's go!"

Alan and Luke were snickering at my loss of control--and they should thank God I wasn't punching them in front of the entire pub, even though I would definitely have come off worse.

At one point, Luke called me out, "Pussy!" but I ignored him and grabbed Yvette by the arm.

"Let's go!" I repeated, annoyed. I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

Yvette let herself be grabbed, but she didn't get up. On the contrary, I saw a spark of defiance shining in her eyes.

I heard her say "We accept," and the whole world came crashing down on me.

The two idiots whom I would never again call 'friends' for the rest of my days high-fived each other triumphantly, but Yvette clarified, "If it goes badly and I lose, no anal sex. Understood?"

She extended her hand to Luke, who shook it vigorously. He did the same with Alan.

"Understood, chick!"

I felt sick. A sense of nausea rose up my throat, and I stared at Yvette with a mix of astonishment, anger, fear, and resignation.

She told me, "Don't worry, France will win."

I shrugged and prayed it was true.

45 minutes later, the final whistle from the referee marked the end of the semifinal and, more importantly, the victory of Alan and Luke. The latter celebrated the event with a loud burp, then the two morons started to cheer.

I felt the nausea rising again. I didn't look Yvette in the face and with my gaze down, I dashed to the counter. I ordered the strongest alcoholic drink they had and downed it in one gulp, indifferent to the fire that coursed down my throat.

When I returned to the table, Yvette spoke to me with a regretful voice, "Sorry, love--"

"Sorry, my ass!" I shouted, but before I could say anything else, Luke pointed out to me, "A bet is a bet, buddy. With Yvette, we decided to go to a hotel nearby and collect our winnings."

He talked about it as if it were nothing, and Yvette didn't bat an eye.

I tried to reason with everyone, "Come on, you can't really expect Yvette to honor the bet. It doesn't make sense!"

"Yes, he does," replied Alan. "We made a pact, didn't we? Or do you want to tell us that you're not a man of honor?"

I searched for my girlfriend's gaze. If she had said that she didn't want to either, I would have found the strength to tell those two jerks to go fuck themselves and we would have gone home. But Yvette said nothing. She kept her gaze down, mortally embarrassed and perhaps frightened at the thought of what my former friends--yes, like hell I would ever consider them friends again!--would do to her, but she didn't dare oppose.

At that moment, I felt the entire world collapse around me. And I didn't have the slightest strength to oppose when Yvette, Alan, and Luke stood up, nor when the latter said to me, "Are you paying the bill? Thanks, buddy!"

I saw Yvette looking at me with regret, but once again she remained silent and I, like a good cuckold, went to pay for dinner for all four of us.

The hotel wasn't far and we got there after a couple of minutes. To me, it felt like two years, every step heavy as if I were wearing lead shoes. Yvette was walking in front of me, under the arms of Luke and Alan.

At the hotel, the humiliating scene repeated itself, and I paid for the room. The boy at the reception couldn't know that the chick was my girlfriend, but he looked at me with a pitying expression, as if he suspected something.

I didn't want to witness what would happen to Yvette, yet I couldn't leave her alone at the mercy of those two. In particular, I felt like dying at the thought that they could screw her, pick that flower that had always been denied to me until that moment. I knew those two bastards well and had heard them boast several times about the girls they had slept with. So I had to be present for the fuck, to make sure they didn't exceed the agreed limit.

Ten minutes later, I was sitting in front of the bed of the room that I had paid for, enjoying the worst show in the universe. Yvette was completely naked, on all fours, with her mouth glued to Alan's cock, who was sitting in front of her, his back against the headboard. She was licking his shaft and balls in total reverence. Luke was behind her, working her pussy with his tongue.

I had assumed that my girlfriend would undergo that penance against her will, but it didn't seem so. Her slender fingers spasmodically caressed Alan's sculpted chest, his muscles worthy of a Greek statue, his taut skin. Indeed, the two jerks worked out, and their physiques supposedly made many girls wet, according to them. I would have preferred not to know that among them there would be my girlfriend.

What was worse, the two of them were addressing her with very humiliating terms, like 'whore', 'slut', 'bitch', 'cocksucker'. I felt like dying hearing certain words, while Yvette moaned with pleasure and was in a frenzy from head to toe. She was enjoying that treatment!

"Hey, how's it going back there?" Alan asked his buddy.

"Um, everything's fine here!" replied Luke, interrupting the licking. "I can't tell if it's more my saliva or her juices!" Doesn't it seem like she's not paying a penance, don't you think?

At that point, Yvette stopped licking Alan's cock, turned towards Luke, and said nothing, but shook her buttocks.

"Go back to licking, buddy!" exclaimed Alan. "Don't you see she likes it?"

Luke started licking again, and Yvette began sucking Alan's cock like a vacuum cleaner. But it didn't last long, because Alan said to her, "That's enough, I don't want to come right away. I'll fuck you from behind, okay?

"Oh yes, please!"

Those words were a blow to the heart. It was as if Yvette had ripped my heart from my chest and squeezed it between her fingers in front of me, reducing it to a pulp.

The two jerks switched places. Yvette shoved Luke's throbbing cock down her throat, while Alan licked her pussy a bit, before kneeling behind her and penetrating her with a decisive thrust. He entered like a knife through butter.

"The condom!" I pointed it out, but I was ignored.

Horrified, I watched my girlfriend possessed in both orifices. It seemed like Alan and Luke wanted to meet halfway with their cocks, they were pushing so hard. And through all this, the most atrocious thing was hearing Yvette's moans of pleasure.

"Shout louder, slut!" Alan urged her. "Make your boyfriend hear how much pleasure you're feeling!"

Shortly after, Luke added, "No offense, Nick, but this whore is spectacular!"

Those words were like an electric shock. I found a shred of pride and stood up, ready to punch Luke, but just at that moment the bastard reached orgasm. He pulled his throbbing cock out of Yvette's mouth and came on her face. Fortunately, my girlfriend had the presence of mind to close her eyes.

A few moments later, Alan also reached orgasm. I could imagine the abundant streams of seed flooding my love's pussy all the way to her uterus. And I could sense that Yvette was also coming, judging by the tremors that shook her.

Immediately, Alan pulled out from my girlfriend's pussy. His member was still erect, glistening with vaginal juices and the cum he had erupted. I hoped he was satisfied, but I watched in horror as he placed his hands on Yvette's buttocks, spread them apart, and leaned forward to lick her asshole. That moron wanted to fuck her butt! And strangely, Yvette wasn't stopping him!

At that point, finally, I reacted. "No, no anal sex, we said!"

"But--" Alan started to protest.

"Enough is enough, morons! The terms were clear, no anal! You had enough fun!

My heart was racing a thousand beats per minute in my chest. For a moment, I feared that Alan and Luke might beat me up; after all, it was two against one, and they were quite pumped. Instead, with unexpected compliance, they got off the bed, but not before giving a few pats to my panting girlfriend's buttocks, got dressed, and left.

I fell for Yvette.

She looked up at me and assumed a regretful expression. "Darling, forgive me."

What was he asking for forgiveness for? Accepting the bet? Letting herself be fucked? Having enjoyed so shamelessly? It didn't matter anymore. I held her close and whispered softly in her ear, "It's all right, it's all over." I'm sorry it went like this. I'm sorry for not being strong enough. But I swear it won't happen again."

It comforted me that they hadn't fucked her. If they had enjoyed her ass, which had even been denied to me until that moment, I would have gone mad.

I don't know how much time I spent on that bed, holding my girlfriend who had just been violated, panting from the orgasm and sweaty. Yvette released herself from my embrace and sought my gaze. I saw that she had cried. Shaken as I was, I hadn't noticed.

"Darling... I feel so guilty," she said again.

"It's not your fault, darling," I reassured her. With my thumbs, I wiped away her tears. "Alan and Luke are two assholes." In truth, I could have pointed out to her that she hadn't backed out of the bet when she could have, but I was too in shock to make her feel that guilt.

But Yvette hadn't finished speaking. "Darling, actually I accepted because I wanted... at least a part of me wanted... to lose that bet and experience what it means to be at the mercy of two stallions like them."

"What?"

"Forgive me, Nick." The sex with you is amazing, but... you treat me like a princess. While I would like to be treated from time to time like a... slut, you know. An object to enjoy and that's it."

At that point, there was a vigorous knock at the door.

"Go open it, come on!" Yvette ordered me, with a firmness that left me perplexed--just to change things up, that was the mood of the evening. Like an automaton, I moved without even thinking and went to open the door. It was those two idiots again.

"We've changed our minds, cuck!" said Alan. "Now let's fuck her in the ass too!"

"Don't you dare--" I started to say, but Luke thundered, "Get the hell out of the way!"

"No!" I stood my ground this time.

In response, Luke punched me in the nose. I tried to react, but in a second Alan was on me too. I received kicks and punches to the stomach, to the face, and even in the nuts. In the end, I collapsed exhausted against the wall, with a bleeding nose and every fiber of my body aching.

After the brief beating, Alan and Luke could return to the most important thing, which was to fuck my girlfriend.

"Now I'm going to kick your ass, bitch," said Alan.

Once again, no protest from Yvette.

It took me a while to lift my gaze, as I was in pain, and what I saw left me speechless.

The two horny studs hadn't even taken off their clothes; they had just unzipped their pants and pulled out their already hard cocks. Yvette was straddling Luke, with his pole aimed at her dribbling pussy. Alan was behind her, with his cock pressed against her asshole.

"Go!" I heard Luke shout.

With a forceful thrust, that could have torn through a steel wall, the two morons smashed into my girlfriend back and forth and began drilling into her relentlessly.

For Yvette, double penetration was a new experience; she had never tried it--at least, I think so. But even if it hadn't been the first time, she had never experienced the roughness with which they had penetrated and were fucking her.

The synchronization of Luke and Alan was practically perfect. I suspected it wasn't the first time they had engaged in such encounters.

"Hey, bitch!" Luke exclaimed at one point between shoves. "Would you still bet, knowing what's in store for you?"

Yvette responded with a groan of pleasure, but fortunately, the fucker did not insist and preferred to violently grope her breasts.

The double assault went on for interminable minutes. The room was filled with the sounds of that horrible intercourse: the lapping of Luke's cock in Yvette's pussy, the noise of both stallions' balls slamming against each other, the rhythmic slap! slap! of Alan's groin smacking my slutty girl's ass.

I welcomed the moment as a release when the two, first Alan, then Luke, emptied their load of jizz inside Yvette. They had pounded her so fiercely that when they pulled out of her orifices, she collapsed fleebly onto the bed, a dead weight.

I feared they wanted to have a third round, but instead, they got off the bed. Ignoring my girlfriend, they came to place themselves in front of me, who was still sitting on the floor, aching from the beatings.

"Sorry, buddy, but I need to pee," said Luke.

I didn't understand what he meant until I saw him point his cock at me and release a warm, nauseating stream of piss, straight onto my face.

"What the hell!" I groaned, before being hit on the neck by Alan's piss as well.

The two bastards laughed heartily while using me as a latrine. And I, like a good incapable cuckold, let them do it. Exhausted, I collapsed on the floor when they finished urinating, closing my eyes.