No one under eighteen.Just a story. Please be nice in your comments. It's not real. There is some bi-sexuality here. Not your cup of Joe, just move along.
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Watching a football game and my wife comes in and says, "You promised me we would do something I wanted to do this weekend. Here you are, planted in front of your big screen, watching your team lose again. Are you going to break your promise again?" Her long brown tresses framed her angry, but beautiful face. Hazel eyes, so gorgeous were shooting lazers into my own. She was fucking PISSED OFF.
"I'm sorry Sharon, you are right, I'm sorry. What are we doing today?" I had anguish over not watching the game, but she was right, I had made a promise. I keep my promises.
"We're going to the Fine Art Museum. Then we are going with Brenda and Karen to have a nice dinner on South street. They know a place. So you have to dress nice." Sharon was dressed in a very nice silk dress. She looked fantastic. Her nipples actually showed through her bra and the silk. She had those long legs in silk stockings I bought her for Valentine's day. "We could stay home and I could ravish you!"
"Nope, you promised. I feel like I've been cooped up in this house for such a long time."
"Do we always have to go out with the rug munchers? I know they are nice, but you have other friends."
"For the tenth time, please don't call them rug munchers or dykes, or anything mean. I keep telling you, they are bi-sexual. They just haven't found the right guy or guys yet."
"We've been out with them a hundred times, they never seem to like any of the guys. The only guys ass they pretend to like is mine, when they pinch it to annoy me!"
"Well Honey, it's cause you have such a cute ass!" Sharon pinched my ass.
"I know I promised to do what you want this weekend. How do I get a weekend? Not even the whole thing, just the three hours for the football game?"
"Wanna bet on your beloved team?" She taunted me.
"You don't know the first thing about football betting."
"Straight bet. They win today, you watch football next Sunday when they play. I'll go out with my rug munchies. If they lose, I get to do whatever the hell I want all weekend, no questions asked, no complaints! I don't know about the point spread or anything, so I'm kinda at a disadvantage here, but its a straight up bet. What do you say?"
"What the hell? You're on. No questions asked, no complaints. In the interest of fairness, my team is up by two touchdowns. I mean, there are games that have not started yet."
"You are an honest man John. But I have faith. Your team always seems to choke. I'll tell you what, if your team loses by less than seven points, I'll give you a blow job for every point over their score. If the other team wins by seven or more, then I can do whatever I want all weekend long, starting Friday at five pm. And you have to eat me out tonight, after dinner." Sharon was so fuckin confident.
"Shit, I'll be happy to do that now, win or lose."
"No, no, no. At the restaurant! Under the table." Sharon had her wicked smile on.
"Ok, but my teams gonna win" I knew they were gonna win.
"You sure? How about if the lose by fourteen or more, you not only have to eat me out, but the rug munchers too! Hah!"
"Not at the restaurant though. I promise, if my team loses by fourteen or more points, I'll eat all three of you out. But here in our nice comfy bed. Ok?"
"All right, I think it would have been fun at the restaurant." Sharon pretended to sulk.
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We went to the museum, I actually enjoyed it, I do like the arms and armament section. During the meal, Sharon and her friends kept checking on the score.
"John, I can't believe you bet on a game like that. Are you really gonna eat me and Karen out?" Brenda asked me. She was a tall blond with big boobs. Very much into women. Bi-sexual my ass, she was pure lesbo. I did like her though. She said I was cute for a man. She had blue eyes and a fairly big rump.
"A bet is a bet. I just worry about how cold its going to be when she loses." I said.
"The game is all tied up." Karen said. Karen had rich red hair. I don't know if it was from DNA or a bottle. I guess I would see if the carpet matched the drapes. She was quite a bit shorter, and dare I say it, dumpier than her girlfriend. She always wore shapeless sweats and never anything remotely form fitting. Her face however, was just the opposite, like an angel had traded faces and she was so, so beautiful. At least in her face.
"What happened? What! What?" I asked. Karen had a look of incredulousness on her face.
"The other team had a run back, then the play after the kick off, they intercepted for another touchdown. It's all tied up with two minutes to go!" She was looking at her phone.
"Holy shit, they had a fumble!" Karen was yelling.
"Who recovered? Who got the damned ball!" I screamed.
"The other team!" She was almost dancing.
My wife sat there with a shit eating grin. Sharon loves to win. She especially loves to beat me! She was in her glory.
"Touchdown!" Karen was jumping up and down.
"They're kicking off. He's not calling for a fair catch. He's got the ball. He FUMBLED THE DAMN BALL!...The other team recovered on the ten yard line!"
I could not believe what I was hearing. Sharon put two fingers up and wiggled her tongue in between, the universal symbol for cunilingus! Fuck me.
"Are you really gonna do it? I am so rooting for the other team." Brenda whispered in my ear, kissing my red face. She was smiling like a kid at Christmas!
"The quarter back hands off, wait, he is running a naked bootleg. He scores walking in. The other team won by fourteen points!" Karen looked at me with a very dirty look. She said, "Are you gonna do it?" She was openly smiling at me now.
My wife walked around me and put a lobster bib on me. She kissed my face and pinched my cheek.
"You will be needing this!" She was a bad winner.
"Ok, you won. I will eat at the Y tonight. All three of you." I said. All three women were hooting and hollering.
"All three of us!?" Karen asked smiling.
All three turned toward me and flashed me their very wet panties, except Sharon didn't have any. Where did they go? She had panties when we left the house. I could smell all three pussies. They were very excited, to put it mildly!
"Yup. A bet is a bet" I said. This just sucked. "I promised and I am not breaking my promise."
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I was stripped naked. My wife had insisted. She even gave me a Viagra. Where did she get those? I took the pill and downed it with the offered drink of single malt scotch.
I got up and kneeled in front of my wife. I started to undress her. "She is my wife, so she gets firsties." I put my tongue in her cleft. She grabbed my head.
"No. You have to suck them off first. They are guests you know. So get to it." I gave her pussy a kiss good bye, and went to work on the other two.
The two girls stood there looking like a pair of deer in the headlights. I got up. My dick was pointing straight out.
"Where are my manners? Would you girls like a drink? You know I used to be a bartender. I can mix up anything you like. A bit o' liquid courage, perhaps?"
"May I have a tequila sunrise?" Asked Karen.
"May I have a pina colada? 151 if you have it, please." Requested Brenda.
I looked at my wife. Sharon was rubbing her swollen clit.
"You know what I want."
"My jism on your tongue is not a proper mixed drink. You also just told me to take care of them first." I said.
"Ok, ok, how about a Cosmo? No, no. I want a choclatini."
"Light or dark?"
"Oh dark dick meat definitely!"
"Dark chocolate or milk chocolate. Not penis color. Why did you marry me? Just to torment me? If you want to be single, you should be single" I spun on my heal and went to get the drinks. "It can be arranged, no problem."
"Love you Honey!" She called after me. I heard their conversation after I left quite clearly.
"Why on earth do you fuck with him like that? That man is a fuckin saint to stay with you." Said Karen.
"What do lesbians know about straight marriages? I'm just fuckin with him, and he knows it. He loves me. He would never leave me." Sharon said with conviction.
"Sharon, you know I love you, but I gotta say, why are you such a bitch to him? You shouldn't disrespect him like that. It wounds his male pride. Men can only take so much of that shit." Brenda said.