Gambling Was to Blame
Copyright© 2026 by Guisamo
Chapter 2: The Husband’s Payment
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Husband’s Payment - Hi, I have to tell you a secret, gambling has me hooked. I've gone bankrupt a couple of times in my life, but we got out of the hole by taking out loans at a bank where the manager is a friend from school. I promised my wife I wouldn't gamble again, but I ran into another friend from school I hadn't seen in ages. He's a Black guy we used to call "Pigeon," not because he was a little bird, but because of the size of his penis.
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The Debt is Divided
On the second day, Pigeon didn’t come to pick up Selena. He came for me.
“You two sit down,” he ordered, settling into our sofa as if it were his own home. “I’ve done the math. Your wife, that whore of a wife, earns well, but slowly. At this rate, it’ll take us months to pay off the ten thousand.”
Selena and I exchanged nervous glances.
“I need the debt paid off faster,” Pigeon continued, his eyes locking onto mine. “And your wife told me something interesting. That you, my friend, you too have a sense of curiosity. That you once, drunk, confessed to her that you wonder what it would be like ... to try it.”
My face flushed. Selena looked at me, surprised but intrigued.
“No ... that was...” I stammered.
“It was a confession,” Pigeon interrupted, standing up and approaching me. And today, my friend, you’re going to pay your share of the debt. With your body. Like your wife, but different.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
The little bird was loud, dark, dangerous.
“I have three friends waiting downstairs. Three Black men, like me. Big. Strong. And very, very well-endowed. You’re going to go down. You’re going to kneel. And you’re going to pay a thousand euros of your debt ... by sucking Black cock until your throat hurts. And then...” His hand found my ass, squeezing hard, “ ... then, one of them is going to open you up here. With his fist. Because hardcore gamblers like you need to feel the pain in their ass to learn their lesson.”
The Basement It was a place in the basement of a neighborhood bar. Dark, damp, with a smell of sweat and sex that made my stomach churn. Three men were waiting. All Black, all muscular, all naked from the waist down, their cocks—black, thick, semi-erect—hanging heavily between their legs.
“This is the debtor,” Pichón introduced, pushing me into the center of the circle. “The cuckolded husband. He’s going to pay a thousand euros today. With his mouth and his ass. Who starts?”
The tallest one stepped forward. His cock, already erect, stuck out like a thick, veiny, shiny black baseball bat.
“On your knees,” he ordered. “And open that little mouth of yours, you broke gambler.”
I looked at Selena. She was there, in the corner, sitting in a chair Pichón had set up for her. With instructions to watch. To enjoy. To see her husband turn into a whore to pay off his debts.
I knelt down. The carpet was rough against my knees. The black cock moved closer to my face, brushing against my lips, leaving a trail of wetness.
“Lick,” he ordered. “Lick the cock you’re about to swallow, you white faggot.”
I stuck out my tongue. The taste was salty, intense, masculine. Unlike anything I’d ever tasted. I groaned, ashamed, feeling my own erection grow against my will, betraying me.
“Now open up,” he said, and pushed.
It was in. Thick, overwhelming, filling my mouth completely. I coughed, tears welled up, but he didn’t stop. He grabbed my head with both hands and began fucking my mouth with a brutality that left me breathless.
“Look at him,” Pichón mocked, turning to Selena. “Your husband sucking black cock. Do you like seeing him like that? Humiliated? Used?”
“Yes,” Selena sighed, her hand sliding down to her crotch, massaging herself as she watched. “Yes, I like it. Harder. Make him gag.”
I choked. The black man pushed it all the way in, his glans touching my throat, cutting off my breath. He kept his cock there, buried deep, while I struggled to breathe, to swallow, to survive.