My name is Rob and I want to tell you about what happened to my wife Maricel about two months ago. We are both in our 30's. I'm 33 and my wife is three years younger then me. We live in Sunny California and love the beach. My wife Maricel is hispanic, she has very long black hair, brown eyes, and is about 5'3 and 130 pounds. She is very attractive and has very nice 36c tits that are so soft yet very bouncy. One of her best assets is her nice round ass that really looks great in tight skirts and jeans. As you can see, I'm really hooked on Maricel and every year were married, I just love her even more. She tries hard to please me and we are pretty open about sex.
I'm 5'11, 180 pounds. I stay ver athletic and like to play most sports. I have brown hair and Maricel says one of my best assets is my 7 inch cock. She loves sex as much as I do and we have had a very hot sex life since I first met her. The only thing I had regretted for the last year is that I can't get my wife interested in trying things outside the home. In our home, she's a little sex tiger and everything is great. But when I take her out or talk about maybe adding other people to our games, she freezes up really quick.
I was playing basketball with a bunch of my friends in a local league. We played two nights a week, and tonight my wife was in the stands cheering us on. Our team consisted of Dan, Chris, Joe, Scott and myself. We were pretty good and beat most the teams that played us. But tonight we were loosing and to the team we hated the most. The guys on the other team were really loud and thought they were the best players to ever dribble a basketball. All five of us wanted to beat them very badly. The game went right to the wire but because of a foul, they got one last free throw and beat us.
I didn't know it but the wives of most the other players were sitting just one row behind from my wife. They got into a few heated arguements themselfs. We went to our favorite sports bar after the game was over and drowned our sorrows in a lot of beer. It did seem to work, everybody was having a great time and we all forgot about the close loss to our most hated rivals. Then about two hours after we got there, our rivals and their wives came into the same bar. We couldn't beleive our luck. By now we had been drinking for over two hours and were pretty plastered.
My wife was dressed in a very cute short skirt and to please me she always wears low cut tops, thong panties, and very sexy lacy bra's. And Maricel always keeps her pussy completely shaved for me. I think that is the sexiest look a woman can have. Well, not only was all of us guys drunk, my wife had drank just about as much as we had. It only took about fifteen minutes and we were mixing it up with the other team. All their wives were joining in but I was the only married guy on my team. The verbal war continued for a good 1/2 hour. We were fighting from a very disadvantaged point. We were really drunk. They had only been there about a half hour so they had all their facilities about them.
I don't know who started it but it was probably one of the wives who had been fighting with Maricel. She finally proposed a bet for the next time we played each other. We would each put whatever we wanted the other team to do into an envelope. We would seal each envelope, and give it to the owners of the bar. We knew them very good. And after the next game, whichever team lost, had to open their envelope and do whatever it was that was written inside. It couldn't be anything illegal, but everything else was open to write down. Being drunk, our entire team including Maricel knew we would beat them next time. And we couldn't chicken out. So we took the beat.
Their team huddled in one corner of the bar and all we heard was loud laughing and all the guys and girls high-fiving each other. It took us longer to figure out what we would have them do. I think we were going to make both the guys and their wives streak down the main street out front to get to their cars. We all thought that would be so funny. We wrote up our challange as we knew we were going to win, sealed it in an envelope and gave it to the bartender. He waited till he got the other teams and then told both teams to come here after we play each other again. We knew that was about three weeks away. The only condition the owner had was that he got to participate in whatever happened to the loosing team. After all, he was holding the challanges in his safe for us. Everybody agreed and we all ended up going home.
The next day both me and Maricel woke up with pretty good hangovers. We had actually forgotten about the bet and went about our normal day. First one week, then two weeks passed. Finally it was the week where we would again play our most hated rivals. I got a phone call that day from Scott reminding me of the bet that we had made with the team. We were going to have to play our best if we were going to win and collect on our challange. I just barely remembered the bet. When I hung up the phone, I told Maricel about the bet and she too had completely forgotten about it. That night as she was getting ready to go, she told me for luck she was going to put on my favorite outfit. I heard her in the bathroom for about 30 minutes and when she came out she had her face all made up, she smelled just delicous, and she had reshaved her pussy so it was nice and smooth.
She had me sit on the bed so I could watch what she was wearing for me. She slowly pulled out her red and white lacy teddy that snaps at the crotch and has a little thong back. It also has built in supports that push her soft young tits up and into the perfect position. With my favorite sexy undergarment on, she then grabbed one of her very short skirts and sexy small tops and finished getting dressed. She came over and gave me a good kiss and told me there was no way we could loose with her wearing my LUCKY OUTFIT. I always liked to call it the LUCKY OUTFIT because everytime she wore it, I always got lucky that night. It was a little joke between Maricel and myself.
She turned a lot of heads that night at the game. This time, the wives sitting behind Maricel didn't bother her. Maricel heard a lot of them giggling often and whispering between themselves but she never could catch on what they were talking about. Right before the game started while all the guys and Maricel were standing together, the entire team from the other side along with their wives walked over to where we were. They reminded us of the bet and wanted to make sure we weren't going to chicken out. They made it sound like we weren't going to go thru with it. We all shook hands and everyone promised that whichever team lost, they would take their punishment like good loosers and do whatever the other team had requested.
When the game started, we noticed one new guy on the other team. We didn't know it but he was a real ringer. He only played as good as his team needed him to play. He was playing for a college team and did this favor only after he found out what he would get paid. It seemed everytime their team needed a basket or a really special play, this guy would be there for them. We never caught on and with 20 seconds to go in the game, they were up by four. We tried hard and actually hit another basket but when the game ended, we had lost by two points. Their entire team went crazy and again was high-fiving each others. Their wives ran out and grabbed them all. You would have thought they had just won the super bowl.
Finally they all came over to us and reminded us to be at the bar in about an hour. Our heads were down just a little but we promised them we would be there. It was bad enough to loose, but if we didn't go thru with our promise, everybody would know about it. All our friends knew about the sports bar that we had been going to for over four years now. And the owner was a very good friend of both myself and Maricel. It took us about an hour or so to get to the bar. I had to shower and change clothes. My wife still had her LUCKY OUTFIT on. She kept telling me how sorry she was that our team didn't win. I put on my best loosers face and drove us down to the bar.
When we got there, everybody else was already there. The owner opened up the safe and pulled out the envelope that we would have to open. But he said first, everybody would drink together for two hours. All drinks were "ON THE HOUSE" and after two hours he would close the bar down and the "ENVELOPE" would be opened. We didn't know it but he was also in on everything. The other team had really set things up good because they knew what was in the envelope and they knew with their "RINGER" they were sure to win the game. We all drank for two hours. They made sure to keep our glasses very full. Anything we wanted, just ask for it. And what really amazed me, was the other teams players and wives seemed to start to loosen up and have a good time with us.
It was now 11:00pm and it was time to open the envelope. The owner waited until the last customer left the bar, then he locked the door and turned on some music. He then had everybody walk over to the stage where the band usually played. With everybody sitting in chairs watching his every movement, he opened the envelope and in it was two pieces of paper. The first was for the four single guys on the team, Joe, Chris, Scott and Dan. They had to read their note, then without telling us, do exactly as it said. They read the note and laughed out loud. Is that it? They were laughing and saying how it wasnt so bad. We watched as they were all let out the front door of the bar and they said they would see us tomorrow. We yelled goodnight and noticed how good an attitude they had about whatever it was they had to do.
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