A Bet is a Bet, Boys…

It took a little work and a whole lot of concentration but I finally managed to slide that extra-long, ribbed-for-her-pleasure condom onto Calvin’s nine-inch dick using only my mouth to get the job done.

It had started as a bet.

“I had a girlfriend back in college who always insisted on putting my French safe over my dick by herself,” Calvin said. “She was always a little awkward, but I got a real kick out of feeling her doing it. It was a kind of like listening to the opening band of a rock concert.”

“It kind of warmed you up, did it?” I said.

My husband Ron had invited Calvin over for supper. At least that’s what he told me, but I could always tell when Ron was looking for a little hot wife action with me. He always tried just a little too hard to make it seem spontaneous when I could tell that he and the other guy had been talking about it all week long.

I didn’t mind.

I always enjoy fucking strange men while my husband watches. I don’t need to be surprised. All I had to do was order some take-out and make sure we had enough beer in the fridge and I let the fellows do the rest.

But tonight I felt like starting things without their help, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to do it.

“I can do that with my mouth,” I said. “Put a condom on your dick.”

“Shit,” Calvin said, looking gob-smacked. “I’ve never seen anyone do that sort of trick.”

“Can you really do it?” Ron blurted. “I mean, you never did that sort of a trick for me.”

Smooth one, Ron.

“You’re my husband, remember?” I reminded Ron. “You don’t have to wear a condom to fuck me.”

“I have got to see that happen,” Calvin said.

“Is that a bet?” I asked.

“It can be if that’s what it will take to make it happen,” Calvin said.

“How about you, hubby?” I asked Ron. “Do you want to be in on this bet as well?”

“I don’t see why I need to be,” Ron replied. “If you show it to Calvin, you know that I am going to watching you do it, the whole time.”

He smiled, triumphantly.

“Not if I ask you to leave the room before I let Calvin get the thing of his into my mouth,” I pointed out.

That was the good thing about being the hot wife in the relationship. No matter who Ron brought home for me to play with, it was always up to me to decide how the action all went down. If I wanted to fuck the other man all by myself, Ron and I had already pre-agreed that it was my call to make.

I mean it was only fair.

It wasn’t like Ron was the one getting fucked, now was it?

“All right,” Ron said. “I’m in.”

I knew I was going to win this game.

“So what are we betting, anyway?” Ron asked.

“I don’t care what we bet, Calvin assured us both. “I’m in, regardless. “No matter what the stakes, I want to see you try. Actually, I don’t think it’s possible.”

“Okay,” I said. “Here’s the deal. If I can get that condom onto Calvin’s cock, using my mouth to do it, then I get to decide just how the three of us are going to fuck.”

“That seems fair to me,” Calvin immediately said.

“It was your decision anyway,” Ron agreed. “I mean you and agreed on that when I first started bringing other men home with me.”

The two of them were making this way too easy for me, but that’s how it goes with fellas, isn’t it?

Once they get to thinking about fucking a woman their brain cells completely cease firing. All they can focus on is getting their cocks into something wet and sticky.

I guess the two of them really wanted to see this happen.

Actually, I did too.

You see, I’ve never tried this stunt before, but it’s always been an idea I’ve had percolating in the back of my brain for a very long time.

I’ve always had a really talented mouth and I’ve had an awful lot of experience using my mouth on an awful lot of body parts.

You can use your imagination if you really feel the urge to know just WHICH body parts I might be talking about.

Anyways, to make a long story short, Calvin skinned out of his clothes, and the next thing I know I was staring at one of the largest, longest cocks that I had ever seen in my whole entire sex life.

I mean that cock was longer than the whole entire history of sex, and I’m talking as far back as the dinosaurs.

Eight inches?

Nine inches?

Holy balls of hell and popcorn, I was going to need a goddamn yardstick.

“So, we’ve still got that box of extra-large maxi-torpedoes?” I asked Ron. “You know, the ones that say “In case of emergency, break ass?”

“Right here, dear,” Ron replied, handing me the carton.

The damned box even felt extra heavy.

“Come here, big boy,” I said to Calvin.

He walked right up to me and leaned forward until the tip of that monstrously huge dick of his was about an inch away from my mouth. I could smell the heavy tang of his musk and if I hadn’t already made that bet I would have jumped onto the cock and rode it to the finish line.

Instead, I held the rubber sheath over his cock and I took that cock into my mouth and I used my teeth to roll the rubber over that Godzilla-dick. Thank god the condom was ribbed for my pleasure. It made it easier for me to work my teeth daintily against the ribbing to patiently roll the latex all the way down along his gigantic cock.

I could feel his dick throbbing in my mouth, through the condom.

Then I leaned back and smiled.

“Did I do or did I not do exactly what I said I was going to do,” I asked them. “Did I not just unroll that pecker-cocoon over your sweet fucking magnificent cock?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ron and Calvin replied, almost in perfect unison.

A woman has got to know how to keep her men in line, now doesn’t she?

“If I recollect correctly, that means that I get to decide to just how this three-way fuck is going to play out.”

“You won the bet, fair and square,” Calvin said. “So do you want my monster cock jammed in your cunt first, or do you want your husband to have the first honors?”

“So you figure you’ve already got it all figured out, now do you?” I asked.

“Well,” Ron said. “How else could this happen?”

You poor innocent boy, I thought to myself as I reached down beneath the bed and pulled out my brand new strap-on dildo, that damn near put a shame on Calvin’s magnificent dick.

“Bend over boys,” I commanded. “It’s time to open your minds.”

Ron looked a little nervous.

“Come on,” Calvin said, leaning over and spreading his cheeks like an absolute boss.

“You get in front of Calvin, Ron,” I ordered. “While I ride Calvin’s comfy caboose.”

“A bet is a bet,” Ron agreed. “But somebody pass me the lube, would you?”

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