Here's part II
Part II
When I arrived home from work, Julie was there at the front door, in a thin blouse and short shorts, to give me a big kiss. As our lips interlocked her pert little breasts pressed into my chest. When we came up for air, I asked, “what was that for?” Looking me directly in the eye, Julie smiled and said, “for putting sex as the stake for Friday with Wayne and Susan.” I started to turn beet red as Julie explained that Susan had called her a few hours earlier to discuss my ‘suggestion’.
“I guess you want to fuck her, don’t you, for shaving your balls and making you lick her out.” I could not believe Julie was being so direct.
“Well,” I stammered, “I guess you could say that. I’d like to get even with them.”
Julie put her right index finger under my chin and laughed. “No, I think you want to fuck Susan. That’s alright, she is a beautiful woman. She gets a lot of attention from other men and has a great sex life with Wayne.” She then paused, then went on, “but, if we lose, that means I, your wife, has to have sex with Wayne. That Black Stud. Think you can handle that.”
There it was, if we lost, I would be offering up my beautiful Julie to a Black Man. To let my Black friend cuckold me with my wife. It was a risk I would have to take if I wanted to fuck Susan. It seemed that Julie was not only accepting of this, she was telling me she would not mind a fuck romp with Wayne. She was having her own dirty thoughts about the couple we played with. But, I still had to check that she was game with all of this.
I drew in a breath and said, “yeah, I kind of got carried away with this competition. You don’t have to agree to this if you don’t want to. I was going to tell you about it myself, but I see that Susan has already filled you in and you two have discussed it. I’m sure she has told you about the condom requirement. There won’t be any risk.”
Julie laughed again, “it’s okay stud. I know you men like to compete. Nothing better than pussy to compete for, I guess. And yes, Susan did tell me about your requirement for condom use. I know you know Wayne is clean and I’m on the pill. I guess you just don’t want the possibility of him fucking me directly, shooting his load into me. I get that too; some things should be reserved only for the husband.” Now Julie was playing me, unbelieveable; clearly the influence of Susan.
All I could manage was, “yes, there should be some boundries. What better than a laytex boundry?”
We both laughed. “But,” Julie went on, “Susan thinks there should be some reward for the winning wife. After all, the winner’s husband will be getting a good fuck out of this deal. Susan proposes that the losing husband be the winner’s wife’s House Slave for the rest of the evening. Also, she thinks the losing husband should be forced to wear a chastity device as a penalty, until the next competition.”
That sent a shock down my spine. “House Slave? What’s that? Chastity? Isn’t that a bit barbaric?”
Julie responded, “Oh, she just thinks the wife should make the losing husband her maid. The loser prances around with an apron, do a few house chores and things like that, while the loser’s wife gets fucked by the winner. As for the chastity, she told me it’s always been her fantasy to lock a man in a device that will curtail all of his sex life. No fucking, no masturbation. I guess she is using this opertunity to play out her fantasy. If we win, I get to put Wayne into some sort of device and order him around; I like that. You’ll be busy getting your fun with Susan.”
There it was, all the stakes. The winner gets to fuck while the wife gets to be the boss of the loser. Susan. I could not get the thought of spreading her long legs out and driving my cock into her and giving her a pounding as good as she got from Wayne. Susan, so she wanted a chance to put in a chastity device. I was game with those stakes, I could play a better game of poker than Wayne.
”Okay, I am cool with those stakes. Let’s set this up”. With that, Julie put her arms around my neck and gave me a deep, long kiss. After we kissed, she practically ran to the phone to tell Susan I would accept all the terms.
Later that night, Julie and I made love, like teenagers, several times. I licked her to orgasm several times, each time I came I made sure I was balls deep into her when I shot my load. I wanted her to feel each spurt of my seed into her, but, of course, at least once I thought of nothing but Susan as I came inside my wife. However, never once did Julie go down on me. I guess that was my penalty for losing concentration in that poker game and ending up the loser for the night.
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