My Wife Is About To Cuckold Me

Every bet has its consequences, but sometimes they’re fun for both of us.

My wife and I were just like any other couple, until the day I joined Reynolds Capital. It was one of the most well-paying jobs I’d ever landed. I just had no idea the price I was going to pay for it.

You see, Reynolds Capital has a very different corporate culture to most.

I’d heard the rumors of course, but you never believe those.

Sex-romps in the office, executives sharing their wife with their billionaire boss in exchange for a promotion.

The part that shocked me, was just how willing these wives seemed to be to participate in the madness. My buddy Frank had just been promoted, and his wife Trina had never been happier. She’s also been giving a Mercedes for her outstanding service to the company.

I’d always thought that was strange. Trina wasn’t on the payroll of Reynolds Cap.

Of course, that’s when my wife started pushing me to move up the corporate ladder. The more I did, the more I realized the price we were going to pay. Or rather, she was going to pay.

You see, Lance, my boss, has a fondness for married women. So, I invited him to our home for dinner, figuring my wife would shut him down and that would be that.

I ended up watching my boss take my wife on our dining room table.

I should have been jealous; the man was hung like a horse. But Alexis certainly enjoyed herself.

Our life changed that night. I got the promotion, and my first taste of what it meant to be a cuckold. There was intense voyeuristic pleasure in watching my wife with another man. Jealousy and lust battled for control of my mind, usually while I guiltily jerked off in the corner.

I can’t help myself. You wouldn’t be able to either.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, my wife has developed a taste for men. Big men. Hung men. Men with the stamina to drive her over the edge again and again.

And my boss has made good use of her new appetite. I caught the pair of them seducing a wealthy CEO into engaging our firm. I got another valuable account to manage. My wife managed to take both of them, vigorously.

Unfortunately, my mouth had got me into trouble, and in the throes of the sexual spectacular they were putting on, I’d agreed to a bet.

I’d never stood a chance.

The terms were simple. If I could outlast Pearse, my new client, and the man that was buried deep inside my wife, he would have to pull out.

If I failed, he could finish wherever he pleased, and steal my wife for a weekend.

I figured I was in control, right? All I had to do was not touch myself. Not drive myself over the edge as my client and boss had their way with my wife in front of me.

I was woefully unprepared for the challenge and the horny little cuckold in me took over. I came, everywhere, and Pearse. Well, he was good to his promise. He filled my wife to the brim.

Now as I pulled into the driveway, I wasn’t sure how Alexis would react. I’d just received a package and a call at the office.

It was Pearse, he was collecting his bet. Tonight.

My wife was expecting me to take her out on the town, it was our date night. I think Pearse took particular pleasure in interrupting what was going to be the first sex I’d had with my wife since she met my boss.

I picked up Pearse’s present and carried it inside.

Alexis met me in the living room, her eyes went straight to the present in my arms.

Mine found the impossibly high hem on the slim fitting black cocktail dress she’d picked out. When she moved, I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks. She was almost certainly wearing a thong.

Mmmm.

It had been two weeks and I wanted nothing more than to rip that dress off her this instant. It was my turn damnit.

“You bought me a present,” Alexis smile grew wider, “someone is looking for an extra special treat tonight.”

I let out a sigh. “I wish. This is from Pearse. He says he’s collecting his bet. Tonight.”

Alexis eyes bulged. Whether she was recalling the day she’d met him in my boss’s office or simply day dreaming about his big chocolate cock, I wasn’t sure.

Either way her smile didn’t vanish. I suppose in her eyes, her evening had just gotten much bigger.

Alexis must have noticed my disappointment.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry,” she cooed. “I know tonight was our night. I even got this especially for you. I figured you might enjoy watching other men check me out before you brought me home to bed.”

“It would have been nice,” I replied, my mind wandering. I don’t know why but all I could picture was my wife on her hands and knees, Pearse’s huge form behind her as he took her.

My wife reached beneath her dress and pulled her black thong off. Bending over our dining room table she wiggled her ass at me. “Perhaps we can sneak in a quickie before we meet up with him. Come on baby, please.”

Right now, there was nothing I wanted more. But Pearse had been very clear.

I shook my head. “He was very clear. You’re his for the weekend. He wants to be first.”

We both knew what that meant, and Alexis could barely hide her excitement.

I tried to hide my swollen erection behind Pearse’s gift. I don’t think I could take any more torture.

“So, what did he get me?” My wife asked, eager to unwrap her lover’s present.

I shook my head. “I don’t know, but I assume it’s clothes. He told me to get you dressed and deliver you to his corporate box at the arena.”

“Oh,” Alexis replied. “He was serious about taking me to the game?”

“I think he was serious about a lot of things,” I replied, Pearse had as much as told me he was bringing his friends to the game. After he’d double teamed my wife with my boss, it was safe to assume he was planning to enjoy an encore.

The thought made my dick twitch.

Had I always been a cuckold? Or had that happened naturally when I was in the presence of alpha males and their much bigger weapons.

Alexis snatched the package out of my hands and set it on the counter. Pulling the bow, she lifted the lid off the box.

For such a large box, the contents were rather small.

They were also themed.

It contained the skimpiest cheerleader’s outfit I had ever seen. Clearly Pearse had picked it himself, and the result was sure to be scandalous.

I was terribly conflicted, part of me wanted to ignore Pearse’s direction and take my wife right here and now. The other part wanted to see her in her new outfit.

Looking down at my watch, I made up my mind. “You best get changed or we’re going to be late.”

“Oh,” Alexis replied, “He’s already waiting?”

I nodded. “He told me you were the half-time show, though I expect if you wear that you’re not going to make it past kickoff.”

“You think so sweetie?” Alexis beamed.

From the smile on her lips, I knew she was picturing Pearse buried deep inside her.

That made two of us.

Without another word, Alexis reached for the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head.

Oh my word, she hadn’t bothered with a bra.

As the dress came free her breasts swung wildly, and my cock begged for relief.

She reached into the box and pulled out a tiny black and red skirt. It was the same colors as our local team but a good deal shorter.

Alexis smoothed it down, but it barely covered her ass. She bent over to grab the top and I could see her freshly shaved pussy.

I couldn’t help myself, I undid my pants and started stroking my cock.

My wife took out the skimpy top. It took her some effort to cram her breasts into the flimsy thing, before she tied it off. It showed a mountain of cleavage, but it was the inscription on the back that caught my eye.

It read, Team Slut.

Subtle.

It also made me wonder, just how many people there would be in the corporate box.

An image of Pearse and a dozen of his friends surrounding my wife filled my mind’s eye as I stroked myself.

Alexis turned, clearly look for my opinion, but instead found me in full swing.

“Well I guess I don’t have to ask how I look,” she teased.

“You, look, stunning,” I groaned.

My wife, made her way over to me. Placed a finger on my chest and started tracing her way down to my hard cock.

“What I really want to know, is what you are thinking though?” Alexis asked as she dropped to her knees in front of me.

“Just about you in that outfit,” I lied.

She traced her nail along the underside of my throbbing cock. “If you tell me the truth, I’ll finish you.”

The sight of my wife on her knees in that slutty outfit was too enticing. I didn’t want her to know just how far I’d fallen but her very full lips were only inches from the head of my cock.

“I was thinking about Pearse fucking you,” I whispered.

“That’s my good little cuckold,” Alexis breathed as she slid my cock beneath the cheerleaders top. I disappeared between her full breasts as she slid up and down, fucking my already throbbing manhood.

“I thought you’d be disappointed, but you can’t wait to see me impaled on that big black cock, can you?”

“No,” I confessed closing my eyes, I could feel the explosion coming, but the second I closed my eyes all I could picture was Alexis surrounded by a dozen black men.

“They’re going to fuck me senseless babe,” she whispered.

Suddenly I was free, then my cock was enveloped in her hot warm mouth.

I exploded, my dick pulsing as it shot stream after stream across her tongue.

Opening my eyes I watched my wife swallow, before licking my head clean.

“That’s it baby, can’t have you making a mess of this outfit. Pearse would be furious.”

I stood there panting my trousers around my ankles as my wife got to her feet.

“I dare say that won’t be the last of those, this evening,” Alexis said as she straightened her outfit and grabbed her bag. “Come on baby, we better get moving we don’t want to be late.”

I slowly pulled my pants up over my rapidly deflating cock. “Aren’t you going to get a jacket?”

Alexis just shrugged. “There wasn’t one in the box, so I imagine this is what he wants. You know how it is baby.”

“I do,” I muttered as I grabbed my keys. “What Pearse wants, Pearse gets.”

My wife smiled wickedly from ear to ear,” And so do I.”

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