When My Husband Lost a Bet, I Never Dreamed How Much I’d Enjoy My Prize: Screwing My Boss
“I’m going to come so deep inside you that you’ll be marked forever,” he vowed, slamming downward hard and deep, pounding me into the bed.
This is part two of a series. You don’t have to read part one but I’m betting you’ll want to. Check it “My Husband Lost a Bet and Had to Share Me with Another Man” here.
“How much time do we have?”
I opened one eye to look at the silver fox reclining next to me on the bed. The one who was definitely not my husband.
“The bet with my husband said I get to spend one night with you,” I reminded him. “It’s not morning yet.”
My husband and I had placed a high stakes bet on the Super Bowl, and I’d been fortunate enough to win. My prize: a hall pass to have one night of passion with my boss and our mutual friend, Seth. It was something I’d fantasized about for a long time but would never have admitted to anyone if Seth hadn’t overheard us negotiating the bet and suggested my prize.
I wasn’t sorry about that at all, especially after the intense orgasm he’d just given me.
Seth pushed my hair off of my face and rolled me onto my back, strong lips capturing mine. Despite being so much older than my husband, Seth was fit and solid. One hundred percent man.
And his ‘little man’ was growing hard against the side of my thigh while we kissed.
“When you thought about this, what was your fantasy?” he asked softly, his lips so close to mine it was like we were sharing breath.
“I was riding you while you played with my tits,” I told him, a flush rising up my face.
Seth smiled widely. “Our fantasies line up well, my little slut.”
He flipped onto his back. “Hop on.”
“I’d like a little taste first,” I told him, sliding down on the bed until I could lean over his rapidly growing cock.
I licked him from the root to the tip like he was some kind of meaty ice cream cone, and then I did it a few more times until Seth gripped my hair with his fingers.
“Suck me,” he ordered.
I gladly complied. Shifting positions, I brought the head of his cock into my mouth, swirling around it my tongue, then exploring the little slit at the tip with my tongue. He was already leaking precum, and it tasted fucking delicious. With a happy little moan, I started bobbing my head up and down, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could, sucking him hard enough that he began pumping his hips up to meet me.
His cock was longer and thicker than my husband’s, stretching my mouth to its limit.
Meanwhile my pussy was dripping, my entire core throbbing with anticipation of getting that giant cock inside me again. I’d never felt this needy, this desperate to be fucked, but I wasn’t going to analyze it right now, not when I was having so much fun.
I sat up and swung one leg over waist, settling with his erect cock teasing my ass. I leaned down and kissed Seth, enjoying the feeling of being in control, even though I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for long.
Sure enough, he grabbed my hair, pulling it upwards to break the kiss. The sting in my scalp made me catch my breath.
“Ride my cock,” he ordered, his voice like ground glass. “Now. And don’t be gentle.”
I smirked as I slid backwards and hovered over his cock. It had been a long time since my husband had been this eager to fuck me, so Seth’s desire for me was a huge turn-on.
Grabbing his cock with one hand, I lined it up with my opening and slid down slowly. I was still filled with his cum from the last round, but he was so freaking big it was still a bit of a tight fit. We both groaned as he bottomed out in me, our hips meeting. I loved the feeling of him stretching me wide.
Leaning forward, I braced my hands on his chest and began riding Seth’s cock. On each downward stroke I circled my hips and ground down, the motion ratcheting up my excitement, and presumably his. Seth’s breath turned harsh, and he bent his knees, bracing his feet on the bed so he could punch his hips up to meet me.
I sat upright, my fingers coming to my nipples. Seth slapped my hands away.
“That’s my job, remember?”
He caught my nipples between blunt fingers, pulling and pinching while I continued to ride him, my head thrown back as I tried to prolong my pleasure. My nipples were painfully hard when he finally released them.
“I love your tits,” Seth told me, “I want to see them bounce.”
He grabbed my hips, his grip almost bruising as he began slamming me up and down his cock, taking full control. I wrapped my hands around his wrists, needing something to ground me from the rough motions.
When I looked down my heavy breasts were bouncing wildly, and Seth was staring at them as if he were totally transfixed.
“The next time I’m bored in a meeting, I’m going to close my eyes and imagine your tits bouncing like this.”
My face flushed as I remembered we were going to have to go back to working alongside each other in the office, pretending like nothing had happened between us. That was going to be tough. It was like letting a genie out of a bottle, once Seth unleashed that cock, there was no forgetting it. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one with that thought.
“All those times,” Seth grunted as he moved me even faster, “I’d see you in the office in your knee length skirts and your prim little blouses, I wondered. I wondered what you’d look like riding my cock. And now that I know how good it is, now that I know I have to send you back to your husband, it’s going to kill me.”
I shrieked as an orgasm slammed into me like a freight train, making me shudder almost violently.
“Does your husband fuck you like this?” he demanded.
“Nooo,” I wailed.
Seth braced his feet, flipping us over so I was beneath him, trapped between his weight and the mattress. I locked my heels behind his hips as he pounded into me like a man possessed.
“I’m going to come so deep inside you that you’ll be marked forever,” he vowed, slamming downward hard and deep, pounding me into the bed.
“I wish I’d done this years ago,” he grunted, drilling deep. “I would have loved nothing more than to see your belly swell with my child.”
I’d never in my life wanted to have a baby, but in that moment, the idea of Seth breeding me made me so hot and excited that I felt another orgasm roll through me.
“Seth!” I cried. “Oh my God!”
I knew he was close as his movements became more erratic. He pressed deep, deeper than anyone had ever gone before, and released a stream of cum, painting my womb with his seed. He braced his toes against the mattress and pressed even deeper, another burst of cum filling me up.
When he was finished, he sagged on top of me, keeping his dick inside me as if he couldn’t bear to sever the connection. He nestled his head on the pillow next to me, turning his face to press his lips against my cheek. And that’s how we fell asleep.
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