**Wager with an old army buddy** [MFF][CUCKOLDING][Long]

I hope you can forgive bad formulations and mistakes, English is not my native language.

A little information about the situation: In my country army service is mandatory for a time. I have this buddy, Karl, was in the service with. I became a professional soldier/ lifer after our mandatory service ended. He did another voluntary term and then quit the service.

My wife, Clarissa and I, both dabble in partner swapping, same as Karl and his longtime girlfriend, Christine. Seeing as we were old friends we always were hesitant and avoided to actually do anything in regards to swapping together. We didn’t want it to be weird between us or our SOs, or so I thought.

That all changed when Karl and I sparred. We both do martial arts. Usually we make small bets on the outcomes of our sparring matches. I am a competitive son of a bitch. Normally we bet small sums or dinner on our little matches, but I recently had my ass handed to me by someone else in training and my ego was hurt. So when I mopped the floor with him in the ring, I wanted to keep going. After another bout I won I pestered Karl again to continue. So to get me to back off he wanted to up the stakes. I asked him what he was suggesting. And he said a night with our respective SOs. I always have had the hots for Christine, his girlfriend. So I was sure of my victory, my ego was swelling at that point and I saw an opportunity, so I agreed.

For a moment I thought he would back out at that, but in the end Karl agreed too. He said, if I put a night with my wife on the line, he would put his girl on the line too. The exact wager was that the winner would get a night with the other’s SO. While the loser would only be allowed to watch. No swapping. It was supposed to be punishment for the loser after all.

Being to sure of my victory after winning two bouts was my downfall. This time the bout was really not even close. Karl landed a few heavy hits and had an easy victory. He clearly had gone easy on me before. He confirmed as much later. I was not only feeling bad about the loss, but also about losing my wife in the stupid bet I had made, out of pure pride. And now I had to tell my wife, Clarissa, about the whole thing too.

Well after being mocked and scolded by Clarissa, I set up a date. We went out for dinner on a weekend. It was Saturday evening. Karl and Christine arrived. Karl and I both are very tall and very muscular, we both have dark hair, but he is an inch or so taller. Clarissa in comparison is a petite blond with perky breasts and was wearing a red cocktail dress. While Christine has a runners body and brown hair and was wearing a similar dress to Clarissa just in black. I had to admit the girls looked really good. My stomach was heavy at the thought of what was to come.

We had dinner in a good restaurant nearby and after a light evening meal, we retreated to Clarissa’s and my home. We had a few more drinks. That was when the action started. I was not sure if Christine would join Karl and Clarissa, or be just another spectator, but any doubt vanished pretty fast.

We were sitting around our living room table, when Christine began to stroke Karl’s leg, getting closer and closer to his cock. We still were dressed, but it seemed the time had come to pay my dues. Christine unzipped Karl’s pants and jerked him slowly. My wife went around the table to get a better look and I craned my neck to do the same. I knew Karl was pretty well endowed, from out time in the company and gym showers, but not significantly more so than me. But in this semi-hard state his cock looked like a freaking fence post to me. It was just imagination and jealousy of course. But at that moment I really felt inferior.

My wife took a seat on Karl’s other side. Karl had one hand around his girl, fondling her breasts, while she stroked his now erect cock and the other lay on my Clarissa’s leg, slowly moving up and under the hem of her dress. Christine started to blow Karl, while my buddy’s hand had disappeared completely under the dress of Clarissa. I could tell when he reached her pussy because she jumped a little and started moaning as Karl rubbed under her dress and she spread her legs.

Christine stopped stood up and pulled the top half of her dress down revealing her breasts. She shot me a toying glance while massaging her breasts and took my wife’s hand and put it on Karl’s erection. Clarissa started stroking carefully but taking up speed. Christine smiled and bowed over to my wife giving her a long and wet french kiss and slowly pushing Clarissa’s head towards Karl’s lap.

My wife started sucking and jerking in earnest and slowly knelt down on the ground. Christine joined her. Both women were kneeling in front of Karl sucking him off. Christine was working the head and Clarissa his balls. I felt jealous and defeated at that moment. I had to think of an old cliche from the Conan the Barbarian artworks. The conquering warrior sitting on his throne having his women service him. Karl had beaten me in the ring and now was sitting in my living room being blown by my wife and his girlfriend. I was jealous and crazily horny. I had a hard-on seeing the scene play out before me. I never had been into cuckold stuff, but it seemed I had a hidden streak.

While Clarissa continued sucking Karl, Christine stopped and lowered the top half of my wife’s dress too and hiked up the hem of it so only Clarissa’s midsection was covered by the dress. Christine kissed and sucked Clarissa’s breasts and massaged her clit and pussy through her soaked panties. Clarissa was moaning wildly. Christine stopped stood up and pulled Clarissa off Karl’s cock and made her stand up and sit on the table.

Christine hiked up the hem of her own dress, so just like Clarissa only her midsection was covered. Her panties were just as wet as my wife’s. Karl moved the chair anticipating what his girl was planing. Christine dropped her panties and impaled herself on Karl’s cock. They were positioned in a way so Christine could suck and lick Clarissa, who was sitting on the table playing with herself and moaning. While Christine held onto the table and was fucked and fondled by Karl.

The girls were moaning loudly. Clearly nearing climax. First my wife started screaming and then Christine started breathing heavy and shuddering, both having an orgasm. Clarissa fell back on the table, rolled over and stood leaning on the table, inviting Karl to take his price.

Clarissa was looking straight at me when Karl pulled out of his girl, stood up, lost his pants and boxers and started fucking my wife from behind. His hands wandering over her body. She started moaning immediately. Later she told me the thought of another man fucking her, while I watched had her on the edge all night.

Christine came over and took a seat beside me. She called me a “poor baby”, as she patted my leg and felt my raging hard-on. For a moment I hoped Christine would help me out despite the terms of the bet. But she only started playing with herself, to poor oil on the fire of my horniness. Between breaths and moaning my wife said it was my own fault I was only allowed to watch. Christine added that they were not in the torture business however and said nothing was hindering me from jerking off.

That was it. My wife was cumming again, being fucked hard on the table. Professing her love for Karl’s cock. I whipped out my cock and started working off my frustration. During that my wife was cooling off on the table. Christine went over to her. She took her hand and took her over to the couch. They took of the rest of their clothes and only were left in their heels and stockings. Christine and Clarissa started to 69 on the couch and Karl altered between fucking Christine and Clarissa. Whenever he seemed near the edge, he stepped back cooled off a little and switched the side of the couch fucking the other girl.

Between me jerking off and Karl fucking them like a machine, I lost track of how often the girls climaxed. After I had relieved myself I was hard again in no time. So I kept watching and jerking, with a pit in my stomach and a fire in my balls and cock. The girls were nearing their limits too. So Karl pulled out his girlfriend and put his cock in my wife’s mouth. In her post orgasmic haze, she would have done whatever Karl wanted I think. After a few movements he started cumming in her mouth and down her throat. Clarissa swallowed everything.

Karl fell back on one of the couch chairs. Clarissa just gasped and said she had never been fucked like that. Christine smiled and said, there was a reason she kept Karl around and suggested I deserved a kiss for being the reason this all happened. I was perplexed and wanted to object, after all Karl had just cum in my wife’s mouth. But Clarissa had wobbled over on shaky legs before the thought left my mouth and gave me a deep kiss with tongue. I still could taste the bitter and acidic taste of another man in my wife’s mouth. I don’t know if I just imagined the taste or it was real. But that paired with how thoroughly disheveled and fucked my wife was, was the evenings greatest humiliation.

On occasion me and my wife still do swaps and on rarer occasions. I have a cuckold experience with Karl as the bull. If there is interest I can tell of other such occasions, like our couples holiday with Karl and Christine, or one of our swaps with other people.

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4 comments on “**Wager with an old army buddy** [MFF][CUCKOLDING][Long]

  1. A little information about the situation: In my country army service is mandatory for a time. I have this buddy, Karl, was in the service with. I became a professional soldier/ lifer after our mandatory service ended. He did another voluntary term and then quit the service.

    My wife, Clarissa and I, both dabble in partner swapping, same as Karl and his longtime girlfriend, Christine. Seeing as we were old friends we always were hesitant and avoided to actually do anything in regards to swapping together. We didn’t want it to be weird between us or our SOs, or so I thought.

    That all changed when Karl and I sparred. We both do martial arts. Usually we make small bets on the outcomes of our sparring matches. I am a competitive son of a bitch. Normally we bet small sums or dinner on our little matches, but I recently had my ass handed to me by someone else in training and my ego was hurt. So when I mopped the floor with him in the ring, I wanted to keep going. After another bout I won I pestered Karl again to continue. So to get me to back off he wanted to up the stakes. I asked him what he was suggesting. And he said a night with our respective SOs. I always have had the hots for Christine, his girlfriend. So I was sure of my victory, my ego was swelling at that point and I saw an opportunity, so I agreed.

    For a moment I thought he would back out at that, but in the end Karl agreed too. He said, if I put a night with my wife on the line, he would put his girl on the line too. The exact wager was that the winner would get a night with the other’s SO. While the loser would only be allowed to watch. No swapping. It was supposed to be punishment for the loser after all.

    Being to sure of my victory after winning two bouts was my downfall. This time the bout was really not even close. Karl landed a few heavy hits and had an easy victory. He clearly had gone easy on me before. He confirmed as much later. I was not only feeling bad about the loss, but also about losing my wife in the stupid bet I had made, out of pure pride. And now I had to tell my wife, Clarissa, about the whole thing too.

    Well after being mocked and scolded by Clarissa, I set up a date. We went out for dinner on a weekend. It was Saturday evening. Karl and Christine arrived. Karl and I both are very tall and very muscular, we both have dark hair, but he is an inch or so taller. Clarissa in comparison is a petite blond with perky breasts and was wearing a red cocktail dress. While Christine has a runners body and brown hair and was wearing a similar dress to Clarissa just in black. I had to admit the girls looked really good. My stomach was heavy at the thought of what was to come.

    We had dinner in a good restaurant nearby and after a light evening meal, we retreated to Clarissa’s and my home. We had a few more drinks. That was when the action started. I was not sure if Christine would join Karl and Clarissa, or be just another spectator, but any doubt vanished pretty fast.

    We were sitting around our living room table, when Christine began to stroke Karl’s leg, getting closer and closer to his cock. We still were dressed, but it seemed the time had come to pay my dues. Christine unzipped Karl’s pants and jerked him slowly. My wife went around the table to get a better look and I craned my neck to do the same. I knew Karl was pretty well endowed, from out time in the company and gym showers, but not significantly more so than me. But in this semi-hard state his cock looked like a freaking fence post to me. It was just imagination and jealousy of course. But at that moment I really felt inferior.

    My wife took a seat on Karl’s other side. Karl had one hand around his girl, fondling her breasts, while she stroked his now erect cock and the other lay on my Clarissa’s leg, slowly moving up and under the hem of her dress. Christine started to blow Karl, while my buddy’s hand had disappeared completely under the dress of Clarissa. I could tell when he reached her pussy because she jumped a little and started moaning as Karl rubbed under her dress and she spread her legs.

    Christine stopped stood up and pulled the top half of her dress down revealing her breasts. She shot me a toying glance while massaging her breasts and took my wife’s hand and put it on Karl’s erection. Clarissa started stroking carefully but taking up speed. Christine smiled and bowed over to my wife giving her a long and wet french kiss and slowly pushing Clarissa’s head towards Karl’s lap.

    My wife started sucking and jerking in earnest and slowly knelt down on the ground. Christine joined her. Both women were kneeling in front of Karl sucking him off. Christine was working the head and Clarissa his balls. I felt jealous and defeated at that moment. I had to think of an old cliche from the Conan the Barbarian artworks. The conquering warrior sitting on his throne having his women service him. Karl had beaten me in the ring and now was sitting in my living room being blown by my wife and his girlfriend. I was jealous and crazily horny. I had a hard-on seeing the scene play out before me. I never had been into cuckold stuff, but it seemed I had a hidden streak.

    While Clarissa continued sucking Karl, Christine stopped and lowered the top half of my wife’s dress too and hiked up the hem of it so only Clarissa’s midsection was covered by the dress. Christine kissed and sucked Clarissa’s breasts and massaged her clit and pussy through her soaked panties. Clarissa was moaning wildly. Christine stopped stood up and pulled Clarissa off Karl’s cock and made her stand up and sit on the table.

    Christine hiked up the hem of her own dress, so just like Clarissa only her midsection was covered. Her panties were just as wet as my wife’s Karl moved the chair anticipating what his girl was planing. Christine dropped her panties and impaled herself on Karl’s cock. They were positioned in a way so Christine could suck and lick Clarissa, who was sitting on the table playing with herself and moaning. While Christine held onto the table and was fucked and fondled by Karl.

    The girls were moaning loudly. Clearly nearing climax. First my wife started screaming and the Christine started breathing heavy and shuddering, both having an orgasm. Clarissa fell back on the table, rolled over and stood leaning on the table, inviting Karl to take his price.

    Clarissa was looking straight at me when Karl pulled out of his wife, stood up, lost his pants and boxers and started fucking my wife from behind. His hands wandering over her body. She started moaning immediately. Later she told me the thought of another man fucking her, while I watched had her on the edge all night.

    Christine came over and took a seat beside me. She called me a “poor baby”, as she patted my leg and felt my raging hard-on. For a moment I hoped Christine would help me out despite the terms of the bet. But she only started playing with herself, to poor oil on the fire of my horniness. Between breaths and moaning my wife said it was my own fault I was only allowed to watch. Christine added that they were not in the torture business however and said nothing was hindering me from jerking off.

    That was it. My wife was cumming again, being fucked hard on the table. Professing her love for Karl’s cock. I whipped out my cock and started working off my frustration. During that my wife was cooling off on the table. Christine went over to her. She took her hand and took her over to the couch. They rook of the rest of their clothes and only were left in their heels and stockings. Christine and Clarissa started to 69 on the couch and Karl altered between fucking Christine and Clarissa. Whenever he seemed near the edge, he stepped back cooled off a little and switched the side of the couch fucking the other girl.

    Between me jerking off and Karl fucking them like a machine, I lost track of how often the girls climaxed. After I had relieved myself I was hard again in no time. So I kept watching and jerking, with a pit in my stomach and a fire in my balls and cock. The girls were nearing their limits too. So Karl pulled out his girlfriend and put his cock in my wife’s mouth. In her post orgasmic haze, she would have done whatever Karl wanted I think. After a few movements he started cumming in her mouth and down her throat. Clarissa swallowed everything.

    Karl fell back on one of the couch chairs. Clarissa just gasped and said she had never been fucked like that. Christine smiled and said, there was a reason she kept Karl around and suggested I deserved a kiss for being the reason this all happened. I was perplexed and wanted to object, after all Karl had just cum in my wife’s mouth. But Clarissa had wobbled over on shaky legs before the thought left my mouth and gave me a deep kiss with tongue. I still could taste the bitter and acidic taste of another man in my wife’s mouth. I don’t know if I just imagined the taste or it was real. But that paired with how thoroughly disheveled and fucked my wife was, was the evenings greatest humiliation.

    On occasion me and my wife still do swaps and on rarer occasions. I have a cuckold experience with Karl as the bull. If there is interest I can tell of other such occasions, like our couples holiday with Karl and Christine, or one of our swaps with other people.

  2. It sounds like you wanted Christine, have you ever had the chance to be the bull to Christine? Or do you only play the cuck to them?

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