The Game Begins
How could this fucking happen? We have only been married eighteen goddamn months. I first met Jill at a church social in her hometown. Jill was a beautiful young lady with a religious upbringing. Her parents required her to attend church every Sunday. We dated for about a year. A year I refer to as the 'Blue-Balls' year. We were married in the spring of '98 and all was right in the world. Money was our only problem. I was barely making enough money to cover the necessities and the rent on a crappy little apartment downtown. I was working as an accountant with a local firm but I came to realize the firm and I were going nowhere slowly. I began to look around and a recruiter turned me onto an opportunity with the construction firm, so I scheduled the interview. The construction firm had offices throughout the US but this position was out on the West Coast. I talked it over with Jill and she was excited about trying a new adventure. The owner, Roger Booth, was a larger than life personality. Roger is an imposing figure at over six-foot tall and ruggedly handsome. Truth told it is his dynamic personality that sets him apart. Jill and I were both swept up in his charisma. The money was great and the job sounded perfect. Jill and I enjoyed Roger's company during the interview cycle so it was an easy decision. Anyway, upon accepting a position with Roger's company, Jill and I moved out to LA from Reston, Virginia.
Even after repeated warnings from Roger, Jill and I were unprepared for the West Coast pace of life. We found LA a huge megatropolis that was rich in culture, nightlife and every form of activity one heart could desire. We were amazed at the shear number of people, everywhere. Everyone was on the go and seemed driven to get there without regard of their neighbor. Laid-back my ass, this place was fast paced and money driven. Roger promised to ease us into 'it.' He did not specify what 'it' was. Roger took us under his wing since we were the 'new kids on the block'. He was the center of our social universe. It all started at Roger's house on a Saturday as we watched a basketball game between Virginia State, our alma mater, and UCLA, Roger's alma mater. That was three months ago.
Upon our arrival, the game was already in the second period and Virginia State was in the lead by 15 points. Jill teased Roger through the third quarter. Roger looked across the room at Jill and said the now infamous words.
"Put your money where your mouth is."
Roger, loves to gamble. He is constantly on the telephone with one bookie or another while we slave for him at the office. I thought he was crazy wagering the kind of money he does but he always seemed to win though, or at least minimize his loses.
My darling wife retorted with, "I'll bet that State wins this going away."
"You are on," was Roger's reply.
I leaned over to Jill and asked, "What is the wager? Remember honey, Roger is a high roller with lots of bucks to back it up."
Jill brushed it off by saying, "I'll cover any bet he decides on. Look at the score. How can I lose?"
With those famous last words the fourth quarter started. State's lead had dwindled to 10 points. State fought gallantly and I had to admit that it was an exciting finish. Unfortunately for my wife, UCLA won by three.
"Well my dear," Roger said with a smile. "Seems I heard you would cover any bet I decided on. I heard you correctly didn't I?
"Yes you did," my wife answered smugly. "Call your wager."
"Well let's see. Today, I bet a grand on UCLA by two and a half and another grand on the over. Seems fair that you double my money."
"What?" My wife sat down dumbfounded. "Roger, we don't have that kind of money right now. I thought you were thinking ten to twenty dollars."
Like an idiot, I piped in saying; "I told you he was a high roller."
"What are we going to do sweetheart," Jill asked with a twinge of concern.
Roger said, "Look lets take a dip in the pool and I'll think this over. OK?"
"Sounds OK by me. Jill?"
"Sure. Roger, where can I put on my bathing suit? Bobby, I'll meet you out back."
"Bobby, you can change in the bathroom. Hey, 'Big Guy," why don't you wipe us up some Margaritas," Roger told me. "The fixin's are at the pool-side bar."
I stepped into the bathroom and put my suit on while Roger showed Jill to the master bedroom to change. I was out at the pool for about thirty minute before Jill and Roger emerged from the house. Jill had chosen one of her sexiest swimsuits. It was a white one piece cut high on her thighs and cut low to show cleavage. The material was shear and her nipples were hard and visible. Her large breasts swung freely as she approached. I stole a glance at her pussy and noticed that her thick cunt lips were visible through the material as well. In fact, I noticed a goodly amount of moisture had wetted the material. Jill's pussy can become very wet when she is aroused. Roger was wearing Speedo's and the outline of his very large cock was evident, a cock that was just now receding back to its normal size. A large wet spot surrounded the tip of his cock. My mind could not grasp what was my eyes saw. What happened inside the house while I was here in the backyard? I looked at Jill and noticed she was having a difficult time looking at me.
"Have you two decided on your wager?" I inquired.
"Yes, I believe we have," was Roger's response. "Jill are we in agreement or are you going to 'welsh' on the bet?"
"No," Jill stammered. "No, I'll honor the bet." Having said all she was going to say, Jill dove into the cool water of the pool.
Roger laughed and said; "There it's settled." Then he dove into the pool. I sat the drinks down on the table and joined the swimmers. The three of us swam, drank and frolicked in the water. We had a blast. Whatever Jill was embarrassed about appeared to be forgotten.
As we drove home from Roger's at about nine that night, I inquired about the wager. Our lives changed at that moment.
"Well, are you going to tell me about your wager?"
"No," was her response.
"Bull shit, Jill. I have a right to know. What is this silly ass wager?"
"Bobby, I think I fucked up."
I was shocked to hear her use such language. Jill never cursed in my presence before. By the look on her face, I knew something was wrong. I pulled over and parked the car.
"OK, out with it," I demanded in a stern voice.
"Please Bobby, don't be mad. When Roger showed me into his bedroom, he immediately started to strip. I was stunned and asked him to stop. He laughed and dropped his pants. Bobby, except for you I have never seen a man naked before. His thing was so big and the skin covered the head completely. Then like some evil snake it began to grow. As it became hard, the skin receded until the head of his thing was visible. I staring at it frozen in place. Roger asked if I had ever seen a 'cock' as big as his. I just shook my head no. Bobby, he was standing so close to me, as the damn thing grew it closed the distance between us. I stood there mesmerized. He reached out taking hold of my wrist and placed his thing into my hand. My fingers curled around it. His thing was so big that my fingers could barely encircle it. My hand seemed to have a life of its own as I began stoking it. It was so hard and hot. I could feel his pulse throbbing along its entire length as my hand moved slowly back and forth. I was still staring at it when a clear drop of liquid seeped from the hole. Roger wiped the drop off with his finger and smeared it on my lips. Bobby, I do not understand what came over me but as he wiped that drop on my lips I lost control. My tongue slithered out craving the salty fluid. I licked my lips and then his finger. Bobby, I know I was being bad but I could not stop myself. Roger put his hands on my shoulders and I knelt in front of him. His manhood was only inches from my lips. I leaned forward and kissed it. Then I licked the entire head. It was so hot in my mouth. My saliva began dripping from my chin as I took hold of it with both hands. I sucked on it until Roger moaned and his whole body shuddered. He came in my mouth with such force that I gagged. His juices flooded my mouth and throat until I thought I was drowning in the salty mess. As I gagged his juices squirted from my nose and mouth. I pulled that monster from my throat and it pulsed again, coating my face with the white sticky fluid. It was as if I was a crazy woman Bobby. I began to rub his hardness all over my face as it pulsed more liquid onto my skin. I could not get enough of his hot fluid in my mouth or on my face. I used my fingers and his thing to capture every drop. I licked him clean. Then I looked up into his face and I knew I could deny him nothing."
I sat in stunned silence as Jill described the events. I realized that my breath had become labored and my cock was as hard as steel. The story was repulsing, yet I could not recall ever being as turned on as at that moment.
"Is that all that happened," I asked.
"No, do you want to hear more?"
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