I Bet My Wife

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Heterosexual, Cheating, Slut Wife, Cuckold, Gang Bang, .

Desc: Sex Story: A man bets his neighbor that his wife can't be seduced. He loses.

Helga, my wife, has an incredible body. I mean her body is absolutely perfect. Beautiful long legs, an incredible bubble-butt, soft and smooth. Her tits, oh sweet Jesus, her tits are a work of art. Perfectly formed, sitting high up on her chest with perfectly round areolas and pencil-eraser sized nipples. She's 5'6" and her measurements are 34D-24-34. Perfect.

Helga's face is a little different. Oh, I don't mean that she's ugly or anything. I've heard Helga described as "plain," and I guess that fits. She's not pretty but she doesn't scare small children either. Her personality is just as perfect as her body. She's kind, gentle, and completely devoted to me. That's why what I did was so stupid.

Eric is our next door neighbor. Eric is about 10 years younger than I am, only in his mid-20's. Actually, he's Helga's age. Eric also has money from his family. His house is bigger than ours, with a pool, and he drives a new BMW. Eric also seems to have no shortage of beautiful young women hanging around. It's normal for me to spot these incredible creatures hanging around Eric's pool or showing up with Eric at neighborhood parties.

It's not too surprising that I don't like Eric much. I think he oblivious to this as he always acts as if I'm his "new best friend" whenever our paths cross. I guess that I'm envious of him, his money, good looks, beautiful dates, youth. I try not to be too obvious, of course, but Helga knows. She knows me very well and can see right through my forced good nature around Eric.

It was almost a year ago that Eric and I let things get out of hand. Eric had a pool party at his house and, of course, Helga and I were invited. There was barbecue and all of the guests were in bathing suits standing around the pool talking, drinking, and occasionally jumping in the water to cool off. Later in the afternoon, I found myself listening to Eric brag about his success with women. It was his contention that he could fuck any woman he wanted, it was just a matter of wanting to and putting in the time. I was really pissed-off by this bragging. I don't like the guy anyway and his boasting was just too much.

It was at this point that I fucked up. Fucked up good. I told him that he couldn't fuck just any woman he wanted that I didn't believe it. Eric just looked down his nose at me and asked if I was willing to make a bet about that. A bet that I could name any woman and he's fuck her within two months. I just laughed at him and said that he couldn't fuck Helga so that was that. Eric continued to study me, searching my face with a thoughtful look. "Want to bet?" he asked.

To make a long story short, we did bet. I bet that he couldn't get Helga into bed with him within the next two months and he bet that he could. If I won, if Eric failed to fuck my wife, he would hire me as his accountant for $50, 000 a year. If he won, if he fucked her, she would be his for one month to do with as he pleased. I couldn't interfere with that either.

We set the ground rules quickly. Neither of us could tell Helga what was going on. I could not interfere in any way. He couldn't force or drug her. I had to be present to prove that he had succeeded. I felt pretty good about things. We agreed that only full penetration, cock/pussy, counted. Eric suggested that a "Monica" could count if she swallowed. Classy guy, Eric. I disagreed, full penetration.

The bet started officially the next day. I admit to feelings of misgiving but, after a long leisurely morning fuck with Helga, I was feeling much better. I quickly figured that my strategy should be to keep her satisfied. If she were getting all she needed at home, she would be even less likely to be interested in Eric. On the plus side, I figured that Eric would just rush in and try to get Helga into bed. That he'd be a little bit crude. He's used to getting his own way in life and I didn't think Eric had the patience and tact that would be required to get Helga interested in him. In addition, Helga was very aware of Eric's reputation with women and I don't think she was favorably impressed by it.

Eric fooled me, he didn't charge right in, instead he set out to make Helga his friend. He became solicitous of her, very friendly, and very helpful. He invited her over to use the pool almost every day. Helga loves to swim, she loves to get into her bathing suit, nothing too showy, and drive into the water. I started to notice a couple of things. The first was that the models had disappeared, not just when Helga was there, but all the time. The second was that Helga and Eric spent a lot of time talking, sometimes very serious, sometimes laughing and enjoying each other's conversation. The third was that Helga was enjoying herself. She seemed really happy to not only have found a friend in Eric but that I was making love to her every chance I got.

As she and Eric became noticeably closer I wanted to warn her off, but I couldn't, it was against the rules. I had to give Eric and clear shot at her and it was killing me. I don't like to swim so I didn't hang around the pool with them after the first few times. It would have looked funny and Helga would have noticed.

A few weeks after the bet started I got really busy. A major client had run into some significant tax problems and I found myself spending a great deal of time at the office and then on the road. While this was going on Helga and Eric were spending a lot of time together, too much time it turned out.

I called her from Cincinnati one night, it was almost midnight at home and I'd just gotten to my hotel. The answering machine finally picked up on the fourth ring and I hung up. I kept calling, off and on, all night but there was never an answer.

When I returned home, I confronted Eric. "Where was she? Where you screwing her?" I was almost out of my mind with jealousy.

"No, I didn't," was his answer. "We talked almost all night but nothing happened. Don't worry when something happens I'll make sure you see it."

We settled on a new set of conditions. Conditions about how I would see them and monitor my own wife's seduction. My heart was aching as we set things up; just going through these motions meant that it could happen and Eric was clearly a long way toward his goal now. I first tried to call things off but Eric would have none of that. Finally, we settled on the conditions.

The seduction could happen at either Eric's house or ours but nowhere else. If Eric thought there was a chance, he would warn me in advance so that I could hide myself at the appropriate house. Eric gave me a key and showed me two closets that I could use, one with a view of the living room and the other a view of the bedroom. The closet in the bedroom connected through to the guestroom so it was easy to use.

The choices were more limited at our home. The rec. room was in the basement and I could see it by peeking down the stairs. Our bedroom was down a long hallway so I could ease myself to the door and look in. Neither of these were perfect so Eric graciously allowed that he'd try to fuck my wife at his house. Big of him.

That night I hid in the closet at Eric's looking out at the living room. I watched for several hours as Eric and Helga talked, all the time Helga thinking I was at work. It was clear that they had become quite close and enjoyed each other's company. They laughed a lot and touched, from time to time, as if to make a point. When Helga was leaving Eric stopped her right in front of my closet, where I could help to see and overhear everything.

"I really like you Helga. I wish that we'd met a few year's ago, I would never had let you get away," Eric said.

"Eric, I really like you too," Helga looked so serious as she searched his face. "But you've always had all those beautiful girls hanging around, don't try to tell me that you'd ever have been willing to settle for me," she looked sadly hopeful as she said it.

"Oh, Helga, I would have," and he kissed her. This was the first time, he told me later. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the mouth. He didn't try to force anything, just a sweet kiss, lingering on my wife's lips. At first Helga didn't do anything, I could see her eyes widen in surprise and then, oh god, they closed and with a slight moan she kissed him back. It was maybe only a few minutes that they stood in front of the closet kissing, but it seemed like hours to me. They stopped, at one point and pulled apart looking at each other panting a little and then, they kissed again with more hunger.

Finally, Eric pulled back. He was full of surprises that boy. "Helga, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you like that. It's just these feelings I have... " his voice trailed off as Helga once again searched his face.

She must have been satisfied with what she saw there. She raised her hand and stoked his cheek, only inches from my hiding place.

"Eric, I have some of those feelings too. I'd better go home now. I'll see you tomorrow?"

I didn't like my odds at that moment. Later that night I made love to my wife like a man possessed. I didn't want her looking for love with someone else. My heart fell through my feet when I discovered that her pussy was already dripping from her evening with Eric. She was already so turned on that it didn't take her long to orgasm. I don't think she was thinking of me when she did.

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