A Winning Wager

"For a shot at her?" he said, motioning to Rebecca. "Are you kidding me?"

The Patriots methodically carved up the field, three-to-five yards at a time, with short passes and runs. With less than a minute left on the clock, they managed to push the ball into Jets territory. They needed only one more short run to get within field goal range. The room was eerily quiet as the ball was snapped. Brady handed the ball to the running back, who drove through the line, picked up more than enough yardage...and then fumbled the ball.

As players from both sides formed a massive pile on top of the ball, all five of us in the room leaped to our feet and shouted at the TV. We continued standing, transfixed, until the referee gave his signal: the Jets had recovered the ball.

Roger, Ben and Matt immediately shouted loud enough to wake our sleeping kids two floors above. They began dancing, high-fiving and hugging as if they had just won the Super Bowl. My insides were churning with adrenaline, but I tried to act disappointed that I had lost the bet. Rebecca plopped back into the couch with a thud, snatched her wine glass off the table, and took a large swig.

The celebration died down a bit, and all three guys looked at Rebecca, who was still staring at the television in disbelief and holding her wine glass.

"You don't have to do this, honey," Roger said. "I was just busting your chops." He then added, "But you do need to show us your tits." The guys all burst into raucous laughter once again.

Rebecca placed her wine glass back on the table and slowly rose to her feet.

"Nope...a bet's a bet," she said, solemnly. She then looked right in my eyes and added, "I do this, and all my debts are paid in full."

I nodded my head and smiled, and she smiled for the first time since the game began.

Matt turned to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Dude," he said, "are you really gonna let her go through with this?"

"Like she said, Matty, a bet's a bet," I responded, and then spoke to the group. "There are only two rules, guys. What happens here tonight, stays here. And we never speak of this again. To anyone. Ever."

I looked around the room and received three nods. I then turned the television off, locked the door to the stairway to ensure we wouldn't be interrupted, turned the lights down, and turned on some soft music. As I did so, all three guys were huddled around Rebecca, trying to convince her not to go through with it – or at least putting on a good show of it.

When I turned on the music, Rebecca began swaying to the beat, swiveling her hips seductively while her hands pushed her jersey around her midsection to give brief, tantalizing glances of her milky skin. She told all three guys to take a seat, and they obeyed her order. I took a seat in the corner of the room where I could see the expressions on all three of the men's faces.

There was some nervous laughter from the guys, but for the most part, they just sat still and silently as Rebecca continued to sway to the music. I had forgotten how good of a dancer she is, and realized that it had been years since I had taken her dancing. She had excellent rhythm, and showed some sexy, sultry moves that I hadn't seen from her before. It was obvious that she enjoyed being the center of attention.

She placed her thumbs inside the waistband of her black yoga pants and began to slowly shimmy them down over her hips, revealing her black lace panties underneath. When she turned her back toward me, I noticed that they were thong panties. Her firm, round ass looked absolutely incredible, and the expressions on the guys' faces told me they were in agreement with my opinion.

None of the three men moved a muscle as she pulled her yoga pants down below her knees. She then sat on the floor, still swaying to the music, and pulled them all the way off, and then tugged her socks off as well. She rose to her feet with her pants in her hand and playfully tossed them at Roger, eliciting a laugh from Matt and Ben.

Roger looked completely awestruck, as if he had never seen a woman in her panties before. I surmised that he probably hadn't seen one since his divorce. He had the look of a hungry wolf as she turned her back toward him and then bent down to give him a nice, long look at her ass.

She continued to turn toward each man in the room, giving a full 360-degree view of her luscious body. She crossed her arms at her waist, grabbed her jersey, and pulled it over her head, revealing a silky green bra fringed with black lace. Her ample breasts strained against the fabric. There was an audible "whoa" from one of the guys in the room, but I was so entranced by her that I didn't notice who had said it.

She continued to dance and sway to the music, and every so often she would place a finger playfully inside her mouth, which seemed to have a noticeable effect on the guys. They were all shifting in their chairs and rearranging their pants to accommodate their growing members, and this did not seem to go unnoticed by Rebecca.

Now dancing only in her panties and bra, I couldn't help but wonder if she would chicken out and end it here. But that doubt was answered when she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She then held her bra in place with both hands on her breasts, and approached Roger, who was unusually silent sitting in his usual chair.

She climbed on top of him and sat on his lap, facing him. His expression finally changed into a wide smile. He began to reach up to touch her, but she slapped his hands back down. Then, ever so slowly, she lowered her hands and gave him an up-close look at the tits that he had wanted to see for so long. Her large nipples were rigid.

The expression on his face was priceless. He leaned forward with his head to kiss her breasts, and this time, she didn't stop him. He kissed one breast, and then took her stiff nipple in his mouth. She leaned her head back, and her mouth opened. He continued sucking while she held his head in her hands and ran her fingers through his hair. He then moved to the other breast, and she moaned softly and rocked back and forth on his lap.

I couldn't take my eyes off of the two of them. My hand instinctively moved to my cock, which was rock hard, and I pressed and stroked myself through my jeans. Watching my wife with another man was an inexplicably euphoric experience.

Rachel rose from Roger's chair and sauntered over to Matt. She placed her knee between his legs and leaned forward, putting her tits right in his face. He began to reach for her, but he, too, was slapped down. She then lowered herself to her knees in front of him and put her face in his lap. She breathed hot air and rubbed her mouth over his cock through his jeans. As she did so, her ass swayed in rhythm with the music, giving me and Roger a terrific view.

Next, she moved to Ben. She sat on his lap, pressed her tits to his face, and reached down between her legs to rub his cock through his pants. Finally, she arose and strolled to the center of the room. She placed both thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and, in agonizing slow motion, lowered them to the floor, revealing her freshly-shaved pussy. She was now completely naked in front of a roomful of men. And she seemed to like it.

She tossed her panties aside, and then lowered herself to her knees. She pointed at Roger and curled her finger in toward herself in a "come-hither" motion. She then did the same for the other two, and all three stood before her in a circle. After so many years of fantasizing about that moment she had in high school, I was now about to witness it first-hand.

She reached up and unzipped Roger's pants and reached inside. Judging by the expression on her face, she was surprised by what she found. When she finally managed to pull his cock out of his open zipper, the reason for her shock became obvious. Roger, the old dog, was very well hung. His cock appeared to be roughly the same length as mine, but it was twice as thick. I couldn't help but wonder if it would even fit in Rebecca's mouth, but she answered that question when she opened wide and stretched her lips right over his head and down his shaft.

Roger gave a tremendous groan, and it occurred to me that this may have been the first blowjob he had received in a very long time. It also may have been the best he had ever received, given Rebecca's talent for cocksucking. She continued to slowly work her expert mouth up and down his shaft, and as she did so, she began rubbing Matt's and Ben's cocks from outside their pants.

Matt took the initiative to unzip his fly and pull out his cock. It was already fully erect, and I couldn't help but notice it was at least two inches longer than mine. No wonder he was such a hit with the ladies, I thought.

Ben appeared to be a little shy, but eventually he joined the others by exposing his cock. He wasn't hung nearly as well as the other two, but it was a decent size. Watching all the action from my corner chair, I couldn't help but take my cock out as well. I was so close to cumming already that I had to force myself to slow down.

Rebecca continued to suck Roger's dick for a moment, and then swiveled around and wrapped her lips around Matt's long rod. Incredibly, his entire cock disappeared in her mouth as she took him deep into her throat. She had always been able to deepthroat me, but I figured she might have a problem doing the same with one of that size. As she massaged his shaft with her mouth and tongue, she reached to either side of her and stroked the other two cocks surrounding her.

Not only were the guys moaning, but I noticed that she was moaning, too. She swiveled once again, and it was Ben's turn to feed his cock into her hungry mouth. After taking Matt deep into her throat, she had no problem whatsoever with Ben. She was fucking him with her mouth so forcefully that his whole body was pushed backward with each thrust of her head.

Her muffled moans filled the room as she moved back to Roger's cock. Instead of the slow and sensual blowjob he received from her the first time, this time she was more forceful. She slid his cock in and out of her mouth with a quickened pace, and within seconds, Roger gave a loud moan. He grabbed the back of her head and thrust into her mouth as deep as he could. She stopped stroking Matt and Ben and grabbed Roger's ass with both hands, pushing him deep into her throat. He came so hard, and in such great volume, she couldn't swallow it all. She gagged a little, and a large amount of milky white fluid escaped from the corners of her mouth.

He seemed to cum in wave after wave. The poor bastard had probably been working on that load for months. She never removed her mouth from his cock, but kept sucking deep and hard until he finally relaxed. At last, she removed her mouth from his thick organ, and he practically collapsed into his chair.

"Holy fuck!" he yelled, and everyone in the room – even Rebecca – couldn't help but laugh.

"Who's next?" she asked, wiping her mouth, and Ben quickly stepped in front of her.

She swallowed Ben's cock a little slower than her previous pace, and it seemed as though she wanted to savor this moment. As she continued to bob her head up and down his shaft, she stroked Matt's cock with her right hand. Every once in a while, she would switch, just to ensure that she was keeping them both on the edge.

When she felt they had been teased and tortured enough, she began working her mouth a little harder on Ben. As I watched them with my rock-hard cock in hand, I couldn't help but wonder how many blowjobs Ben has received in his lifetime. Given his quiet and reserved personality, I guessed not many. And it would be a safe bet that he had never experienced one of this quality before.

Only a minute later, Ben gave a muffled groan, and his body tensed and shook while Rebecca continued to suck. When his spasms subsided and she was certain she had drained him of every drop, she moved back to Matt. He proved to be more of a challenge for her. While Roger and Ben slumped in their chairs, fully exhausted, Rebecca continued to work on Matt for several minutes. Finally, she took his cock out of her mouth and smiled up at him.

"What's the matter, Matt? Can't you cum for me?"

"Sorry," he said, clearly embarrassed. "It feels amazing. I just have a hard time cumming sometimes."

"Well," she answered, "the terms of the bet stated that you need to be completely drained. Maybe you're just not using the right hole."

And with that, she turned around and dropped down to her hands and knees, with her gorgeous ass facing him. He looked stunned and quickly looked around the room before his eyes landed on me.

This hadn't been part of our deal. I was equally stunned by this turn of events, and didn't know how to feel about it. But that inner voice – the one I couldn't explain—told me I wanted to see my wife fucked by his big cock. I gave him a nod, and he removed his pants.

I knew the moment he entered her by the look of exquisite pleasure on her face. Her eyes closed, and she gave a loud gasp. The sound of Matt thrusting inside her was the only thing I could hear. I had been squeezing my cock, trying to contain the swelling surge, and I was leaking pre-cum all over my shirt. The sound of slapping flesh combined with Rebecca's increasingly loud moaning was driving me over the edge. I couldn't contain it anymore. I wanted to join the fun.

I rose from my chair, moved across the room to where they were, and knelt directly in front of Rebecca. She had her head buried in the carpet, and I grabbed the back of her hair and guided her mouth to my cock. She inhaled it eagerly, and her moans sent vibrations straight down my shaft to my balls. I could feel a tremendous and unstoppable surge building, and I couldn't fight it any longer.

Matt had been relatively quiet, but suddenly he withdrew his cock from Rebecca's cunt and with a great groan, he pumped out an impressive stream of cum that landed high on her back. As he frantically stroked his massive cock, he pumped out several more loads of cum, covering her back from her head to her ass.

As one hot load after another landed on her back, Rebecca continued to suck me deep into her throat. I felt an intense wave of pleasure erupt through my shaft, and I filled her mouth with wave after wave of hot cum. Impressively, she managed to swallow every drop. Just like a good little slut.