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Compulsive Gambler Wagers Wife
by Hardy (femur52@comcast.net)
***
Compulsive gambler must wager wife to stay in high
stakes poker game. He finally convinces his beautiful
wife that he has a winning hand, and she won't have to
submit her body to one of the players. Angry wife
finally agrees, and the hand is played out. (MMF, wife,
nc, voy, intr, cuck)
***
I was a compulsive gambler, and it was ruining my life.
I loved gambling, and it was becoming my whole life. I
had done well in my business, but all the profits were
being eaten up by my losses. I had won big, and I had
lost big, but the losses were outstripping my winnings.
High stakes poker was my game, and I made frequent
trips to places where I could play at this level, which
was often in back rooms in Las Vegas; but the best
games and the highest stakes games were in a private
establishment in Vegas.
The gambling was creating a major problem in my
marriage. Most of my fights with Jan were centered
around my gambling, and these fights were often bitter,
ending with my promises to stop when I was losing, but
that wasn’t good enough for her. She wanted me to quit
entirely, something I found impossible to do.
It was threatening my marriage, and the last thing I
wanted was a divorce. Not only was she very beautiful,
but she had inherited a good deal of money, which I was
steadily working through. So I would plead, promise to
reform, anything to get the heat off.
Lately, she insisted on accompanying me whenever I flew
off to some city to gamble. She would also insist on
being present at the poker games, thinking she would
pull me out when it was apparent that I was losing
heavily. Sometimes this worked, and sometimes it
didn’t, but often she modified my losses some, and when
I was well ahead, she would also pull me out, and we
would celebrate with champagne, and a great dinner.
Her insistence at being present at the poker games was
somewhat of a problem, because even though she stood
well back, she presented a distraction to the players.
There were a couple of women present at our very
private games, but their job was to serve food and
drinks.
My wife was just standing there, dressed in her usual
expensive clothes that hugged her beautiful figure, and
causing the players to frequently glance at her.
However, I think they balanced off the distraction
factor against the opportunity to view a gorgeous
women, with a figure and legs that were equal to any
seen on the chorus line at the shows. It was clear from
the covetous looks at her, that more than one would
welcome her into their beds.
My wife tolerated their appraising glances, coolly
returning them-not interested at all; and she was not
the least bit upset, confiding to me one time that she
hoped she was a sufficient distraction to interfere
with the quality of their play. But these veteran
gamblers knew what they were doing, and weren’t about
to be thrown off their game by the presence of a
beautiful women.
Another consequence of my gambling was a decrease in
interest in sex, and my wife was becoming bitter about
this, more than once commenting that I was more
interested in gambling than I was in her. But gambling
provided my high, and there wasn’t much room in my life
for anything else, but I did find time now and then to
become the loving husband I was supposed to be, but
these times were infrequent and brief.
But to go on with my story. She was with me once again
at the very private high stakes game in Vegas. The
rules were simple; it was always draw poker, and it was
cash-no cheques, no promissory notes, no promises to
pay later. If you went broke you were out of the game,
so I always made sure that I had plenty of cash when I
went to these games.
On this particular night, there were six of us, and a
lot of money was changing hands. I started the game
with ten thousand cash, and I was bouncing up and down;
at one point I was twenty thousand ahead, but then my
luck was changing, and I was losing more than I was
winning. I ignored my wife’s pleas to leave the game,
motioning her to be quiet.
I was down to my last three thousand when I was dealt
four hearts king high, and a club. The betting was
getting serious, but I stayed. Two dropped out, so four
of us were still in when the last cards were dealt. I
asked for one card, and it was another heart, so I had
a flush, king high. I tried to show no emotion as I
looked at my hand. One more dropped out as the betting
began again. Of the other players, one asked for one
card, and the other asked for two.
The betting was still serious, with each of us raising
hundreds at a time, till finally I wasn’t able to cover
the last raise. I knew the rules, but I was sure that I
had the winning hand. However, all promises to pay the
next day, to write a cheque etc. fell on deaf ears.
Leaving my hand face down on the table, I went to Jan,
pleading for any money, telling her I had a sure winner
that I couldn’t lose. She had only a few dollars.
Back at the table I offered my expensive watch, even my
wedding ring, but was turned down by the players.
Finally Carl, who was still in the game, looked at Jan,
then at me and said, "There is one thing you could put
in the pot. It’s against my better principles, but you
can stay in if you put your wife in the pot, that is if
it’s agreeable with Joe," the other player who was
still in. Joe smiled and nodded his head in agreement.
"What do you mean?" But I knew what he meant; he meant
that if I lost my wife would have to have sex with the
winner.
Carl spelled it out so there was no misunderstanding.
"The winner gets to service your wife-that’s exactly
what I mean."
"Oh no! No way that is going to happen! I am not going
to make my body part of this game!" She was flushed and
angry at the suggestion.
Everyone, even the two women who were serving drinks
and food, were caught up in this turn of events-all
were interested.
Carl said, "We're giving you a break, you can take it
or get out of the game."
I said, "I have to talk to Jan," and again I placed my
cards face down on the table and went to her, turned so
I could watch that the other two players didn‘t try
anything.
In a hushed tone I said to her, "I don’t want to put
you in this position, but I’ve got a sure winner.
You’re not going to be taken by these men, not with the
hand I’ve got. I would never ask you to do this if
there was any other way."
"But you would be willing to bet your own wife; what if
you’re wrong; what if one of them has a better hand.
Are you willing to risk it? Are you willing to wager
your own wife, and if you lose I will be forced to have
sex with one of them?"
"I wouldn’t ask you if I wasn’t sure that I had the
best hand." She was tearful, and certainly a bit angry.
Then Joe said, "What’s it to be?"
Carl added, "We are not going to wait all night for
your decision!"
I pleaded with her. "There’s almost ten thousand
dollars in the pot, and I know I have a sure winner."
After some deliberation she said, "OK, but you better
be right! I can’t believe you would bet your own wife,
and take a chance that I might have to have sex with
one of those men."
I went back to the table and said that she agreed. Carl
said, "OK, but I want her panties in the pot; then I’ll
know that she has done this voluntarily."
My wife refused, saying "I’m not going to take my
panties off in front of all of you, and put them on the
table. You’re not going to humiliate me."
Carl said, "Alright, but something has to go in the pot
as a gesture of good faith."
Joe said, "Let her put her wedding ring in the pot-we
can go with that. That will mean that she agrees, and
she will get the ring back after the hand is played."
Reluctantly my wife agreed, and placed her ring on the
table with all the money.
Carl said it’s show time, and I placed my cards on the
table. Joe disgustedly threw his hand in, and then with
a smile Carl laid his hand down-a full house. I
couldn’t believe it. I was shocked; but not as much as
my wife.
Her mouth fell open, her eyes widening as she looked at
the cards. "Oh no. I’m not going to do it!" She made a
move towards the door, but Carl said, "Girls, hold
her!" And they each grabbed an arm, preventing her
escape. I moved to help, but I was prevented by a
large, muscular black man who was always at our games;
his job was to maintain order.
"No one is going to welch on a bet at our games." Carl
was getting angry.
Now Jan was crying, pleading with them. "I will get the
money for you when we get home." But her pleading fell
on deaf ears. The two women holding her were thrilled,
knowing that this haughty bitch was going to be
thoroughly fucked by Carl, and maybe by some of the
others. They were eagerly looking forward to her
humiliation at the hands of these men, and they were
eager to play a part.
Carl warned both of us not to resist, or some others
would be involved. We both ignored his threat, each of
us struggling to free ourselves, to get out of this
place. Carl said, "It looks like neither of you are
going to cooperate, and that’s too bad, we don’t want
to force her, but we will if necessary. And also you
are going to watch the scene since you are making a
problem. And it will serve you right since you were
willing to bet your own wife." Looking at the women
holding my wife, he said "take her to the large
bedroom."
Looking at Greg, the black man holding me, he said,
"And take him also, and rope him in the armchair."
My wife was no match for these women, who pulled my
struggling wife into the bedroom. I was also taken
unceremoniously into the bedroom where Greg proceeded
to rope me in the armchair, effectively immobilizing
me. The men crowded in, with Carl leading the way.
Looking at the two women holding my wife, Carl said,
"Show us a little leg." The women were only too happy
to comply, but as one started to lift her skirt Jan
struggled harder. The woman gripped her neck muscle and
twisted, causing my wife to scream in pain. She started
to raise my wife’s skirt again, and once more she
struggled, and once more the women twisted her muscle,
another scream from my wife.
Carl said, "We can make this easy for you, or we can
give you a lot of pain, the decision is yours, but be
assured, the results will be the same."
Sobbing, my wife stopped struggling, and now the women
were enjoying themselves, as they slowly started
raising her skirt and lacy slip, exposing her thighs,
then the tops of her stockings which were held by
garter straps, lifting her clothes higher, her naked
thighs exposed, finally her sheer white panties coming
into view. Her face was red with embarrassment as the
men were enjoying her humiliation, being slowly
exposed, looking incredibly erotic as the women raised
her skirt and slip fully, her body exposed now as far
as her waist.
Carl said, "Turn her around, slowly." And they turned
my now compliant wife half way around, her buttocks
visible through the sheer panties. Taking their time,
they unbuttoned her skirt, pulling the zipper down and
sliding her skirt to her ankles. Her blouse was next,
as they unbuttoned and removed it. She was standing
there in her lacy bra and her sheer slip through which
you could see the outline of her lovely legs and
thighs. Tears were on her face, her body trembling as
the men gazed at her, enjoying her plight.
The women looked at Carl for permission to go ahead,
and he nodded. They undid her bra and removed it,
exposing her beautiful breasts. Jan gasped as her
breasts were exposed, instinctively covering them with
her hands, but the girls pulled her hands away, pushing
them to her sides. Carl nodded again, and the women
pulled her lacy slip down and off. They slowly lowered
her panties, her garter belt coming into view, my wife
whimpering as they pushed her panties to her thighs,
her vagina exposed, framed by bushy brown hair.
She looked incredibly erotic, standing there, her
beautiful body on view to these men, as her lacy
panties were pushed to her ankles, and removed. The
women were thoroughly enjoying themselves, slowly
stripping my lovely wife, enjoying her humiliation,
displaying her lovely body to their gaze. They released
her hair, letting it fall about her face, presenting
her to Carl.
Standing there in her sheer stockings and garter belt,
she looked more erotic than if she was totally naked.
Voluptuous was an understatement; she was gorgeous.
Carl began stripping, and he was soon naked, and
sporting a very hard and very thick erection, which
stood straight out from his body, the head huge and
purple. My wife gasped when she saw it, and said, "Oh
God! No! I can’t take that! Please, I’m begging you!
Don’t do it to me!"
Carl just smiled, gazing at her beautiful body, her
firm breasts, her lovely rounded hips and ass, and her
long shapely legs: there was no mercy there. Pleading
with him was useless; she was going to pay in full for
her husbands losses.
"Put her on the bed." My wife began to struggle again,
as the women, each holding an arm, pulled her on the
bed, holding her down. She was no match for the women
as they easily held her down, her legs kicking out as
she was held on her back. She sobbed, realizing she was
helpless; she stopped struggling but held her legs and
thighs tight together.
Carl moved towards her, and said, "Get her legs open."
Each woman grabbed a leg and began pulling her legs
apart, keeping up a steady pressure till her muscles
gave way, and with another sob her legs and thighs were
pulled fully open, exposing the lips of her vagina,
framed by her lush pubic hair.
The audience was delighted at the scene, my naked wife
on her back with her beautiful legs wide open, as the
women pulled her knees up, presenting her to Carl. He
who took his time, enjoying the view of my helpless
wife, so erotically exposed, her nylon clad thighs
lifted and open for him, her cunt tilted up.
She was whimpering now, tears on her face as Carl moved
over her, covering her, mounting her. One of the women
took his cock in her hand and moved it against the red
lips of her cunt; he began pushing into her. She was
groaning now as she felt the intense pressure of his
invading cock, beginning to stretch the entrance,
increasing the pressure, her lips opening more, now
pushing even more firmly till her muscles gave way, and
he entered her, my wife crying out.
Moving back and forth, he gradually began filling her,
his cock slowly disappearing into her vagina. Finally,
with a strong push he fully impaled her on his cock, my
wife again crying out, her body jerking as she was
filled. He waited, holding his cock fully into her,
then began a long slow thrusting.
She was moaning continuously now, as he fucked her
slowly and powerfully, her body moving to his thrusts.
The audience was thrilled. One of the women said, "He
is really giving it to her. How does it feel honey? I
bet you have never been this filled before. And your
husband is getting an eye-full. I hope he appreciates
your sacrifice."
One of the men said, "He is really servicing her; she’s
not going to forget this night." I could clearly see
his cock moving back and forth is her, her vagina
stretched tightly around his thrusting cock. Her moans
became louder, and she was beginning to respond to him,
her body flushed.
Her body betrayed her; she was becoming more and more
aroused, unable to prevent the involuntary movements of
her body. She was groaning now as he thrust faster and
more powerfully into her, finally a shrill cry as her
body began jerking, her legs folding over his thighs,
gripping him as she was caught up in a shuddering
climax. Carl gripped her ass with both hands; groaning,
he erupted into her, holding her as he spurted,
emptying his cock in her.
It was sometime before he pulled his softened cock from
my ravished wife, leaving her spread-eagled, his semen
leaking from her wet and reddened cunt, the lips
gaping. As my wife was thoroughly fucked, there was no
need for the women to hold her legs open anymore, as
she surrendered to this stud, her body responding to
him. Now she lay there, flushed and trembling, sobbing
anew, tears on her cheeks, humiliated at the way she
had responded to him.
Seeing her finally surrendering to this stud, serviced
by him, responding against her will as he had his way
with her; was unbelievably erotic. The audience was
mesmerized.
One of the other men who had been in the game said,
"What about us?"
Carl said "OK, you can share in my winnings, especially
since they tried to welch on our bet. Go ahead."
My wife said, "Ooh no! No more!" Her eyes were wide and
she was weeping, struggling again, to no avail, as the
women moved in and held her firmly, delighted that this
classy bitch was going to be thoroughly fucked again.
They were grinning as they held her open for the next
man, who moved into position between her legs.
Again my wife cried out as she was entered once more,
this man thrusting into her till he too ejaculated into
her. Her pleas fell on deaf ears as the next one
entered her. The women didn’t have to hold her legs any
longer; she was weak, and they just stayed open, till
he finally finished, adding his semen to the others.
She was resigned, and just lay there as the next one
mounted her, easily pushing into her stretched and open
vagina, moving in her, and grunting, he soon added his
sperm. Two more took their turn with my wife.
She lay open, spread-eagled, sobbing as the last one
finished. My wife had surrendered, and been ravished by
these men, and I had been forced to witness the whole
thing. The women took special pleasure, holding her for
these men, their eyes shining with excitement at the
scene.
When they didn’t have to hold my wife any more, they
began tormenting me. They came over to me and began
undoing my belt, pulling my zipper down, and between
the two of them tugging away, they pulled down my pants
and shorts till I was naked from the waist down. They
were grinning as they began caressing my genitals.
One said, "How do you like seeing your wife thoroughly
fucked by these studs. Looks like she got into it a
little bit; that was quite a climax she had. Maybe this
will cure you of gambling; this will teach you not to
wager your wife." They continued there expert caresses
trying to get me to respond as we watched my wife being
serviced, and to my embarrassment, I was beginning to
respond. The women were thrilled at this, and they
redoubled their efforts, soon bringing me to a full
erection.
One said, "It looks like you are enjoying your wife’s
seduction." They ignored my pleas and continued to work
on me.
At this point, the last one had finished, and when he
got up my wife got her panties and started to pull them
on, thinking they were done with her. But then Greg
said, "What about me? How about me getting a turn?" No
one had thought about him, and now Carl said "why not."
Jan said, "Ooh no! No more! And not with any black man.
Please, don’t do any more. I can’t take any more!
Please let me go-I’m begging you!"
Suddenly everyone was interested at this turn of
events, especially the women, who clearly would like to
see her serviced by this black stud- to see her humbled
further.
Carl smiled, saying, "Yes, I think Greg deserves a turn
also. Get her ready!"
The girls went to my wife, who had pulled her panties
on, and once again held my struggling, pleading wife.
Greg said, "I’d like her on her hands and knees." The
girls did just that, rolling her on her stomach, and
pulling her up on her hands and knees. They pulled her
panties down to her knees, and pulling her thighs
apart, they presented her open cunt to Greg. He had
stripped and now the audience was looking at a very
large, very thick, and very hard cock.
My wife looked over her shoulder, glimpsing his erect
cock which was now pointed at her, and she cried out
again, saying "please, please don’t. I can’t take
that!" But we all knew she was going to take it; Greg
would certainly see to that. She was sobbing as he
approached her, touching the large swollen and purplish
head at the entrance of her vagina, my wife flinching
as she felt his touch. He just held it at the entrance
of her cunt, relishing her helplessness, letting her
feel him as he pushed just a little, beginning to
stretch her some.
Everyone was mesmerized at the scene: watching this
black stud with this huge cock beginning to push into
my helpless and whimpering wife. Her efforts to move
away from him were ineffectual, as he gripped her hips,
holding her against his cock, taking this beautiful
white women on her hands and knees. He continued a
steady pressure, stretching her entrance more,
delighting at this slow insertion, gradually stretching
her, enjoying her whimpering and sobbing. Pushing more
powerfully he opened her fully, entering her, a shrill
cry from my wife.
The girls didn’t need to hold her now, as Greg
controlled her, her beautiful rounded ass in the air,
beginning to slowly fill her. They turned their
attention to me again, once more expertly stroking me,
arousing me till I was fully erect, delighting in
forcing me to respond. "It seems that you are enjoying
watching this stud have his way with your wife. How do
you like being a cuckold? Serves you right, and he is
servicing her pretty good."
It couldn’t be a more erotic scene. I couldn’t believe
that I was aroused watching my own wife getting
serviced by this stud. He was taking plenty of time
with her, prolonging his pleasure, stroking into her
with long slow thrusts, his cock wet and shiny with her
juices. Each time he pulled almost fully out before
pushing into her again, impaling her each time. Her
moans changed to groans as he began increasing his
thrusting, her breasts swaying, her body moving to his
punishing cock, her cunt stretched fully.
Her groans and cries continued, increasing in volume as
she began to respond to him, her body flushed. I
couldn’t believe she was responding to this stud, but
she was. Everyone was thrilled as they watched my wife,
hearing her shriek as her body stiffened, shuddering in
the throes of her climax, Greg holding his cock fully
into her. At that moment, they increased their stroking
of my cock, and I came, spurting into the air, to the
amusement of everyone. I couldn’t have been more
embarrassed, coming, as I watched my wife being
ravished be this stud.
Finally her spasms subsided, and Greg began slowly
moving his cock again. He was excited, making my wife
come; he had perfect control. My wife said, "P-please,
no more; I can’t take any more!" He was heedless,
enjoying himself, holding her hips firmly as he stroked
powerfully into her, again taking a lot of time with
her. His thrusts increased, to the cries and groans
from my wife.
It was clear that Greg was nearing his orgasm, as his
cock appeared to swell even more, fucking her so
thoroughly and so deeply. He pulled her fully onto his
cock as he shuddered, groaning as he came, spurting
deep into her. Feeling his cock swelling in her,
shooting into her, pulsating, she cried out and
climaxed again. It was unbelievably erotic. Finally, he
released her ravished body, my wife collapsing on the
bed. It was over.
My wife lay there weeping, sobbing at how she had been
taken, her body betraying her, being raped repeatedly,
and responding, climaxing again and again as she was
used, serviced be these men, her body responding
against her will.
I was released and went to help my tearful wife dress,
but she pushed me away, and slowly dressed herself.
There was semen all over her pubic hair, matting it,
semen running down her thighs and over her stocking
tops. When she was finished dressing we were allowed to
leave, but not before a lot of lewd remarks.
On the way to our hotel the recriminations began. She
was still tearful, and between sobs she said, "Y-you
bastard. Because of you I was fucked by these men. You
had the winning hand, didn’t you? And it wasn‘t the
winning hand, and I let you talk me into it. Wagering
my body. Well, I hope you’re satisfied, watching your
own wife getting fucked; getting used by those men,
taken on my hands and knees by that black stud. Did you
enjoy seeing those cocks going in and out of me,
filling me with their semen. And they really stretched
me out-I’ve never been this sore.
"Well, from what I saw, you enjoyed it. I heard a lot
of moaning and groaning, and saw you bouncing around a
lot, and you certainly came a few times."
"I couldn‘t help myself! I couldn’t believe that I was
taken like that, and responding to those men. Yes, I
did come, but I noticed that you came also with those
women working on you. So you must have enjoyed watching
your wife getting serviced like that; watching those
studs have their way with me. Yes, they really fucked
me good, and you enjoyed it. How do you like being a
cuckold? They really planted some horns on your head.
If you had been taking care of me as you should have,
instead of gambling, maybe I wouldn’t have responded
like that. And another thing, since it’s a long time
since you made love to me, I don’t take birth control
pills, so maybe those men got me pregnant."
"I couldn’t control myself; it was so erotic watching
them taking you. It was exciting, it was like watching
another women, and then with those women working on me,
I couldn’t help myself either."
She was still tearful, and said, "We learned something
about ourselves tonight. It will be a long time before
either of us forget this night."
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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