My Husband Lost a Bet and Had to Share Me with Another Man

“Jesus, how small is your husband?” Seth groaned. “You’re as tight as a virgin.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

I watch my husband’s expression carefully, looking for any signs of discomfort. All I see is a kind of resolute determination. Maybe a touch of excitement.

“You won the bet fair and square,” he reminded me. “We negotiated the rules. And we both know, if you had lost, I would have made you go through with it.”

My husband and I were big on betting. We’d started off as friends back in college, and he’d suckered me into going out with him by betting on a football game. If I won, he’d write my History of Western Civilizations paper. If he won, I’d go on a date with him. I guess we both won that time, because we fell in love and have been together ever since.

Over the years, our bets have been increasingly crazy. I guess after fifteen years of marriage you need something to keep the excitement going. That’s why when we bet on the Super Bowl, we decided to go big.

If San Francisco had won, I would have had to allow Chuck to lead me through the mall on a leash while wearing cat ears, a collar, and short shorts with a hole cut in the back to make room for a butt plug with a cat tail on it.

I’d been nervous as hell the entire game, but when Kansas City pulled it out and won, I’d been elated. I’d won the bet and I’d won the one thing I’d been fantasizing about for years: a night with the owner of my company.

Seth was a sexy silver fox, rich as fuck, and he’d had his eye on me since the day we met. Rumor was he’d never dated the same woman twice but that one time always left them satisfied.

We had some friends in common and happened to be at a dinner party when Chuck and I were planning our bet. It was crazy, but when Seth suggested that I get a night with him if I won, I couldn’t agree fast enough. There had always been a strong attraction between us, and I was eager to explore it.

When we talked later that night, my husband had confessed that ever since he saw that movie where a millionaire offered a couple a million dollars to sleep with the wife, he’d wanted that to happen with us. Seth wasn’t giving us any money, but hopefully he’d be giving me at least one orgasm.

I was surprised to learn that my husband had long fantasized about sharing me with someone richer and more powerful than him. Since we both knew Seth, it added a layer of safety that we both appreciated.

When it was time for my date with Seth I dressed in my sexiest dress and a sky high pair of heels, kissed my husband goodbye, then drove over to my boss’s condo.

The doorman sent me up in a special elevator that opened directly into the foyer of Seth’s penthouse. My eyes widened as I walked inside, my heels clicking on the hard marble. This place was enormous! The living room was the size of the entire first floor of my house, with floor to ceiling windows that gave me an incredible view of the lights of the city down below. Everything here was expensive but tasteful. It wasn’t the kind of place I’d choose to live in, but it was definitely a gorgeous place.

“Teresa! I thought I heard the elevator. Welcome.”

I turned to see Seth striding towards me. He was wearing dress pants with a crease you could cut glass with and a white dress shirt, the top button undone. It looked like he’d taken off his jacket and tie after work but didn’t finish changing.

“Would you like a glass of wine? I have a lovely merlot breathing right now.”

“Yes please.”

It felt weird, being here with him alone. I’d been in a million meetings with him, and we often were at the same social occasions. But this, this was different. The air between us felt heavy and charged, like it was right before a thunderstorm.

Seth studied me while we drank our wine.

“Do you still want to do this?” he asked.

I appreciated the out. I also appreciated the way the thin fabric of his shirt clung to what I knew from a few pool parties we’d attended were some very nice pecs.

“I do.”

“And it won’t cause trouble with your husband?”

I shook my head. “He seems…oddly excited about it.”

“His wife is a beautiful woman. It must be an ego boost to know how many men wish they could have her.”

I laughed. “I don’t know about ‘many men’, but I guess I’m aging okay.”

He raised one eyebrow. “Why don’t you show me your tits and I’ll be the judge of that.”

I felt a little thrill at his gruff order. Before I knew what I was doing, I’d set down my wine glass and pushed the shoulders of my dress down to my waist, leaving me in just a strapless bra. Reaching behind my back, I unclasped it, and my heavy breasts fell free.

“Holy shit.”

Seth’s gaze was hot and appreciative.

“Your tits are a work of art.”

I was tempted to say they were too big, to point out that with me rapidly approaching forty they were getting a little saggy, but instead I arched my back a little to display them more and accepted the compliment.

“Come.”

Seth stood up and offered a hand, the strands of silver in his hair catching the light. I accepted his hand and followed him to his bedroom. An enormous platform bed stood in the center of the room, little tables on either side. Through the windows on one wall I could see the distant lights of the harbor.

“I’ve wanted you for so long I don’t know what to do with you,” Seth confessed. “I haven’t even touched you and already I am wishing we had more time together.”

“I thought you were strictly a one and done kind of guy,” I teased.

He cocked his head. “In general, yes. But I make exceptions.”

While he spoke he unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it on a nearby chair before reaching behind his head to pull his undershirt off. I caught my breath. His chest was nicely sculpted, and his stomach was flat, his fit body belying his age.

My husband had gotten a little soft in the midsection over the years, a thought I shoved away immediately as disloyal. I loved my husband and sex between us had always been good, but the truth was, things had started to get stale.

That’s why we both agreed to this interlude with Seth. It hit kinks neither one of us had shared before. And if it worked out, maybe we’d try this again some time.

“Take everything off,” Seth instructed.

I removed my dress and kicked off my shoes before shimmying out of my panties. When I looked back over at Seth, he was completely naked. His cock was long and thick, fully erect, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I stepped a little closer.

His large hands gripped my naked shoulders, pulling me closer, then his mouth descended onto mine. His kiss was hard and possessive, almost claiming. I titled my head to give him better access to my mouth, tangling my tongue with his until we finally broke apart, breathless.

“On the bed.”

I sat on the edge of the mattress, waiting for further instructions. I never thought I was the kind of woman who enjoyed being bossed around in the bedroom, but maybe I was because this was making me hot.

Well, hotter.

Seth stepped between my knees, his hands coming down to play with my nipples. He rolled them between his fingers a few times, then gave one nipple a hard tug. I gasped, then he tugged the other. My nipples tingled.

“On your back.”

I scooted backwards and turned around until I was laying on the bed. Seth wasted no time in crawling up my body. He did a reverse push-up to lower himself on top of me, holding his weight on his forearms just outside my shoulders. I widened my legs, allowing him to slip between them, the head of cock pressing against the outside of my pussy.

Seth lowered his hand and kissed me fast and hard. I moaned against his lips.

He shifted, moving to one side enough to slide his hand down to my pussy. His fingers slipped between my folds, humming in satisfaction when he found me already wet for him. He slid his fingers up and down my channel a few times before finding my clit.

This man wasn’t my husband, but when he kissed me again while strumming my clit with one thumb, I couldn’t find it in me to care. I’d been given a hall pass for tonight, and I damn well was going to enjoy it.

“Seth,” I gasped when he pulled his head back. “I want you.”

He didn’t answer. Instead he shifted again, spreading my legs wide then bending my knees towards my chest. I grabbed my legs, one in each hand, holding myself wide open for his hungry perusal. I’d groomed myself carefully for this night, and I was glad he appreciated it.

He whispered something that sounded like “fuck” then without another word, lined up his cock with my opening and slid right in. Even as aroused as I was, it was a tight fit, and I gasped at the intrusion.

“Jesus, how small is your husband?” Seth groaned. “You’re as tight as a virgin.”

He started pumping in and out of my body, slowly at first, and as my muscles relaxed, he picked up speed. With my knees up, I couldn’t see too much of what was happening, but it sure felt good. I was already close to orgasm.

Seth pulled my legs down, wrapping them around his waist, then lowered his body over mine, hand underneath my shoulders as he pounded into me.

When I made love with my husband there was generally a lot of talking, words of endearment, instructions, even prayers. But Seth was silent, pounding into me like I was some nameless faceless woman he’d picked up for the night. With his face pressed into the crook of my neck, he wasn’t even looking at me.

I didn’t really mind. It had been a long time since I’d had sex that was just sex, no love or affection or apparent care for my satisfaction. I forgot how much I loved to be used. How powerful it felt to release control and just relax into being some dude’s sex toy for the night.

I could be any woman, I thought. Any woman at all.

That thought was all it took to send me right over the edge. Everything in my body seemed to tighten and light up at the same time. I heard a high pitched shriek and realized it was me.

Trapped under the weight of Seth’s body, all I could do was shudder and shake as he continued pistoning his hips with an almost mechanical precision.

I was still riding the waves of my orgasm when he stiffened for just an instant, his rhythm faltering before he shoved deep inside me and emptied himself with a groan. As he jetted warm spurts of cum into my womb, I remembered that we probably should have used a condom. Then again, maybe I was happy he didn’t.

Seth collapsed down, nearly crushing me with his weight until I tapped his shoulders.

“Can’t breathe,” I mumbled.

He rolled to his side, pulling me close, his touch suddenly tender. I rested my head on his biceps and wondered if he’d be up for another round before I went home to my husband.

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