I Bet My Wife – by Q-Tip

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.

I watched them several times over the next two days.  Each time they got together they kissed and hugged.  The kisses seemed to be getting longer and the hugs more intense.  It was the next Saturday that things really heated up.  I was “at work” while really hiding in Eric’s house.  He had a silver film over the windows facing the pool to keep the house from absorbing too much heat from the concrete deck.  I watched as Eric walked out to the pool, Helga was already swimming.  They said “hello” to each other and Helga climbed out of the pool wearing a racy two piece-swimming suit. 

I was amazed, Helga always wore a modest one-piece and here she was in this almost nothing suit.  The top consisted of two small pieces of material that barely covered her nipples and secured by strings that tied in her back and behind her neck.  Helga’s large, perfect breasts were clearly on display.  The bottoms were also just two pieces of material, one that covered her butt and another that only scarcely covered her pussy, these were secured by two pieces of string that tied on each hip.

She smiled as she walked up to Eric and kissed him on the mouth.  Eric was astound, he’d never seen Helga’s improbably perfect body revealed like this before.  Before I knew it they were kissing and hugging madly by the pool.  With a single tug on the string around her neck, Helga’s top came loose and hung, her breasts entirely exposed.  It didn’t take Eric long to start on them.  He first caressed her breasts, causing her nipples to harden, while he continued kissing her mouth.  Finally, bending his head, he took her nipple in his mouth and began to suck and bite while Helga threw her head back and moaned deep in her throat.

After a minute she stopped him.  “Eric, we can’t do this.  I’m sorry but I’m married,” she was smiling as she said it but my heart leapt anyway.

“Helga, we can’t stop.  Look what you’ve done to me,” and as he said this Eric looked down at his own bathing suit.

Helga’s eyes followed his and then widened in surprise as her hand flew to her mouth.  “Eric, I’m so sorry.”

Our clever Eric had turned himself sideways to the window so I could see what all this was about.  Eric’s swimming suit, a “Speedo” type to begin with, was tented showing a raging hard-on.  “Helga, I’m sorry too, but I’m so turned on by you, I just can’t help it.”

“Well, we’ll just have to do something about this, won’t we,” Helga was smiling, her breasts totally exposed to Eric’s stare.  “But you can never tell my husband.  Nor anyone else.  You promise?”

As soon as the “absolutely” was out of Eric’s mouth my wonderful wife.  The person I wanted to spend my entire life with, feel to her knees and freed Eric’s erection from his suit.

I guess I really hadn’t noticed Eric’s body before this.  Now I did.  He was young and hard, in great shape.  I looked down forlornly at my own pudgy accountant’s body.  His cock was beautiful.  I’m not gay or anything, Eric just has a perfect cock.  Almost pure white and curving slightly, it throbbed with every beat of his heart.

My heart broke again as my Helga, my wonderful wife, took that cock in her hand and guided it to her mouth.  I watched as Eric sat in one of the deck chairs and Helga crawled between his legs.  I watched, fascinated, as my wonderful wife made love to that hard cock.  I watched as she licked every inch with her tongue, as her mouth circled the head of his prick and slid, slowly, almost all the way down.  As Eric’s cock reappeared it was wet from Helga’s tongue.  I watched as Helga rubbed that slippery cock all over face and I listened to her moan as Eric played with her breasts.

To my amazement, my own cock was straining hard and erect.  I had to loosen my pants and wrap my hand around my throbbing hard-on as I watched my wife go down on our neighbor.

“I want to make love to you, Helga,” I heard Eric beg as he stroked her straining nipples.

“I’m sorry, Eric.  I just can’t do that, not now.  Just let me do this for you, O.K.?”  With that, Helga went back to work on Eric’s cock, so hard and smooth.  Eric put his head back in surrender and was soon groaning as he shot into Helga’s mouth.  Helga was swallowed as fast as she could, her checks moving with the load being pumped into her mouth.

When Eric was finished his body seemed to collapse as the tension was released.  Helga slid her mouth off his still hard cock, smiling at him as she did.  I watched, my dick aching in my hand, as she carefully licked the top of his cock clean.

It was then that Eric did what I never could have done.  He took Helga’s face in his hands, one on each side, and saying, “god I love you Helga,” he kissed her sperm coated lips.  Helga’s eyes flew open in surprise and then, realizing what he had said and what he was doing, she kissed him back.

That night I tried to make love to my wife but she wasn’t interested.  Helga seemed distracted all evening and when I tried to start something she turned me down, for the first time ever, saying she wasn’t feeling “quite right.”  That night Helga didn’t sleep well, she was restless all night, tossing and turning.  At one point, while she was sleeping, she starting talking, not making any sense, just making noise like she might have been talking.  I took a chance and slid my hand between her thighs, being very careful not to wake her.  Her pussy was dripping wet, she was wet half way to her thighs and her labia were spread completely open.  When I touched her she moaned loudly and spread her legs wide apart.  I sunk a finger into her cunt as she hunched her hips, fucking herself on my hand.  A moment later she groaned, “OOOOOOOOH ERIC…” and came, her body conceding her need.

As she rolled onto her side, I knew that the bet was lost.  It was only a matter of when and what would happen during the month that Helga belonged to him.  I was awake all night feeling an incredible emotional pain at the thought, while my hard-on continued to throb even into the next day.

That day Eric called me at work.  He said that he and Helga had arranged to be together all the next day at his house and by the pool.  He said that I might want to arrange to miss work and hide inside his house.  With great sadness, I agreed.  My sadness was not really made any better by the fact that my pants where tented by my erection.

The next morning I left for work as I normally did.  I parked a few blocks away and hiked back through the woods that border Eric’s house.  I crept in the backdoor, through the small pool house and the laundry room to the closet that I would hide in and watch.  I had prepared to hide the entire day bringing a sandwich, a bottle to piss in, and a bottle of water.

It was an hour or two later; I had dozed off, when I heard Helga’s voice in the room just outside my hiding place.

“Oh Eric, you know I want you.  I just don’t know if I can do it.  I love my husband,” her sentences where broken by the sound of kisses.

I cracked the closet door to see Helga and Eric standing only a few feet away.  Helga was again wearing her reveling bathing suit while Eric had only a towel wrapped around his waist. Eric had his arms wrapped around her and she was running her hands up and down his chest, obviously enjoying the feel of his well-developed body.

“Helga, you mean so much to me.  I can’t help myself.  You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever known.”  While he was saying this Eric was kissing her throat, his hands running under the top of swimming suit to caress her breasts.  “I need you, Helga.  I need you in order to feel complete myself.”

My wife was under his spell.  His hands on her nipples combined with the words he was saying was too much for her.  Eric knew what Helga wanted to hear.  She wanted to be needed, and perfect.  She wanted to be told she was beautiful, particularly by a man who had known plenty of beautiful women.

Eric had loosened Helga’s top and was now sucking on her nipple while continuing to talk to her.  Her head was thrown back, her throat completely exposed.  Her breathing was labored and she was making low moaning noises.  For the first time, I noticed that Eric’s hand had slid under the leg-hole in Helga’s swimming suit.  His hand was making a bulge as he worked his fingers in and out of her cunt.  My wife had spread her legs, slightly, to give him better access.

“Oh Eric, what you’re doing, it’s so good.  Please, we can’t, oh please Eric.”  Her words contradicted her actions as her hips were now pumping back and forth, ever so slightly, as she fucked his fingers.  She made no move to stop him.

“Helga, I can’t help myself.  Look at this,” and with his free hand Eric pulled the towel loose from around his waist.  As it fell to the floor, his erection was fully reveled to both Helga’s gaze, and mine.

“Your cock is so beautiful, Eric,” Helga said as she lightly ran her fingers over the smooth wide surface.  “Let me take care of you like I did before.  Let’s just do that, O.K.?”

Eric had pulled the knots on the bottom of Helga’s bathing suit while she was busy concentrating on his throbbing erection.  I don’t think she even noticed that it was gone but I could now see his fingers busy on her pussy.  Two fingers were pumping in and out of her while his thumb caressed her clit in small circles.  Helga was very clearly excited.  Her cunt was red looking, her clit clearly visible and wet as he continued to stroke her.

Eric eased her to the floor, her hand never once letting go of his cock.  “Let me look at you Helga.  Let me look at how beautiful your body is,” she was on the floor now, on her back.  Eric was knelling between her legs while Helga continued to stroke his hard-on, now throbbing just over her pubic mound.

“Put it in, Helga.  Please put my aching cock inside of you.  Please let me love you”

Helga raised her eyes to his as he said this, still stroking his cock.  Slowly she lowered his cock, never taking her eyes off his face, her mouth open and her eyes luminous, almost too bright.  Her chest rose and fell with the force of her breathing.

She directed his cock first over her clitoris, letting out a small sigh at the touch.  She ran the head of Eric cock in small circles, masturbating herself with it.

I could see her entire pussy now; her legs spread wide open.  Her cunt was dripping wet, her labia red and shinning.  Her clit was fully visible; I could see it being moved by the head of Eric’s prick.

My cock was hard, hard as it had ever been or will ever be.  I had long since taken off my pants as I stood watching I was afraid to touch myself, afraid that I could cum and my moans would tell her I was there.

It happened so slowly.  Never taking her eyes from Eric’s face, she lowered his cock to her hole.  Just once, she ran the head back up her slit to her clit, exciting herself even further, before directing it downward again.  When she had it lined up, when only the very tip was inside of her, she gave it a tug, pulling Eric inside of her cunt.  As he slowly sank inside of her, she moaned loudly.  A long sustained OOOOOOOOOOOOH of pleasure.

“Please fuck me Eric.  Oh god help me, please fuck my cunt.  I need you so badly.”  My bet was loss and my own cum was pumping out of me, my hands still hanging at my side.

Eric gave my wonderful wife the fucking of her life that day.  They fucked on the floor in front of the closet, Helga moaning and screaming her need as he pumped his beautiful cock inside of her.  Later they sat on the couch and cuddled, laughing and talking quietly to one another until Eric, knelling on the floor ate her well-used pussy to another orgasm.

Later, upstairs in the bedroom, it was Helga’s turn to be on top.  I watched as she rode is prick telling him over and over again how good he made her feel.  How much she loved his prick and loved fucking him.

I crept out of the house after that.  There was no reason to see any more.  They fucked for hours; I was in bed when Helga finally came home.

I Bet My Wife – Part 2 (The next 30 days) by Q-Tip

It took a few days to set up the pay off.  Eric was actually a gracious winner; he even hired me as his accountant.  The rules where that I had to give my wife to Eric for 30 days.  In order to do that we agreed that I’d have to be gone most of the time.  This was now easier to do since Eric had become a client of the firm and I could legitimately visit his family’s various interests.

Emotionally I was a wreck.  I was afraid I was losing my wife.  I was afraid of what Eric would do with her for the next 30 days.  I was terrified of what she would agree to do.  The rule was that I couldn’t interfere, anything they did was up to them.  None of the original rules applied except that we couldn’t tell Helga about the bet.  Eric did say that I might be able to watch some time, but that he didn’t have to let me watch.  It was his decision.

The next day I told Helga that I had to go out of town for the next month.  I told her that I’d be traveling to several different cities and I wasn’t sure if I’d be home at all during the month.  I wasn’t even sure if I’d be able to call every day.  I did tell her that I’d call or leave a message when I’d be back so she could pick me up at the airport.

I felt sick when she dropped me off.  I dragged my luggage to the counter, not caring what happened to me.  My wonderful wife, on the other hand, had been trying to contain her excitement all day.  Her eyes with bright and shiny when she kissed me good bye and drove off.

The next two weeks were hell.  Helga and I talked a few times by telephone, she sounded happy and in great spirits.  Several times I called, late at night, and there would be no answer.

It was a Tuesday that I got back into town, three weeks into the 30 days.  Eric picked me up at the airport and drove me to his house.  I hid in the backseat until we were inside his garage.  Eric had fixed up a cot for me in the pool house; he made sure I remembered not to use any lights.  The next morning he would take me back to the airport.

“Things have changed,” he told me.  “Helga’s not the same girl you knew a three weeks ago.  She likes fucking and she’s lost her inhibitions.”  I didn’t like the sound of any of this.

“You might not like everything you see, but remember, you can’t interfere.  If you do, I’ll tell her about the bet.  She might never talk to me again if I do, but she’ll divorce your ass for sure.”  No truer words were ever spoken.

Eric suggested that I wait a few minutes and then look out the window toward the pool.  When I looked, I could see Helga with her back turned toward me.  My heart broke as I realized that she was completely naked, drying her hair with a towel.  I watched, missing her more now that I could see her and not talk to her than I had before, as Helga turned toward me to drop her towel on a pool chair.  My eyes immediately traveled down her body as I inventoried the changes.  The most obvious was that her pubic hair had been shaved off leaving Helga’s slit complete visible.  Her labia were visible, hanging from her puffy looking pussy.

Eric walked out from the house naked and, seeing him, Helga ran into his arms.  They pressed tightly together, their naked bodies glistening in the sun.

“Did you miss me, Helga,” he asked.

“Oh Eric.  I’m always so horny now,” Helga was rotating her pelvis against his cock as she answered.  “Of course I missed you.”

“Are you ready for the party tonight?” Eric continued.  This was interesting, a party tonight?

“Yes, do you think your friends will like me?”

“Of course they’ll like you.  Are you ready to do what I want?” Eric asked seriously.

Helga pulled away and looking him in the eye answered just as seriously, “I’ll do anything you want me to, Eric.  You know that.  I belong to you; you can do anything you want with me.  Or just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

Oh god, I actually stopped breathing when I heard this.  My stomach flipped and I felt slightly sick.  I also had an instant erection tenting the front of my pants.  At the moment, I hated myself and I hated Eric.  I couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.

“I’ve told the guys that you’re a hooker I’ve hired for the party.  That they can do anything they want except fuck you.  They have to ask my permission to fuck you.  Do you understand that?”  Eric continued when she nodded her head ‘yes.’  “Everybody will be in their swimming suits and some of them are bringing dates.  I want you to greet everybody at the door topless.  O.K?”

Again, Helga nodded her head ‘yes,’ her eyes bright with excitement.

I watched as Helga put on the bottoms to her swimming suit.  She smiled at Eric as the doorbell rang and left to answer it.  A few minutes later she was back on the deck escorting three guys, two of whom had their arms around her.  She was smiling brightly as they walked.  Helga’s body looked incredible, better than ever.  Her boobs were moving so beautifully as she walked, bobbing up and down and side to side.  Her nipples looked very hard.

As the doorbell rang and she turned to go one of the guys said, “wait a minute.  There’s something I’ve got to do first,” as he bent down to suck on her right breast.  Helga stopped and watching him, still smiling, as he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

“You’re good.  I’ll have to remember you,” she said as he raised his head and she turned to walk away.

I watched for the next two hours as Helga greeted everybody and walked around the bar getting drinks and making herself available.  There were, perhaps, as many as 30 guys at the party, and another three women.  Each of the guys took every opportunity to touch my wife, squeezing her boobs, sucking her nipples, running their hands all over her.

The party really got going when one guy, while feeling her tits, pulled down his bathing suit and asked Helga to give him a blowjob.  I moaned in despair as she quickly got to her knees and ran her tongue over his hard cock.  A crowd gathered to watch, shutting off my view.

I knew that Helga was in the middle of the group of men, somewhere, but I caught only fleeting glimpses of her as she moved from cock to cock.  When the crowd parted Helga was still on her knees, her face and hair covered in cum, licking the cum off her fingers.  When Helga stood, I noticed, for the first time, that she was now completely nude and a little wobbly on her feet.

“Hey Eric,” one of the girls yelled from a deck chair.  “It’s not fair, the guys got blow jobs.  What about me?”  As she said this, she was pulling off the bottoms to her swimming suit.

“Helga,” Eric said.  “Go eat Marsha for me.”

I turned away, my heart aching, as Helga quickly buried her face in Marsha’s aroused cunt.  When I turned back again Marsha was cumming as my wife licked and sucked between her thighs.

The guys were ready to go again and this time Eric didn’t stop them.  By the time we left for the airport in the morning all 30 guys had had my wife.  I’d heard her scream her need and beg for another hard cock to fuck her.  I’d watched her eat each of the women, one while being fucked in the ass.

Now Helga was sleeping in Eric’s bed, only a few minutes after the last guest had departed.

“She’ll never be the same,” he said as we drove.  “She’s a slut now, my slut.”

“I know,” was all I could answer.