My husband and his Italian friend had a bet on the England vs Italy football match: the winner gets free use of the loser’s wife for a whole night… [FM]

My husband has known his Italian friend for years ever since they went to the gym together, and since then our families have been friendly. They have been living the open relationship / hotwife lifestyle for years, much longer than we have, and they spoke about it a few times to us in the past before we finally took the plunge earlier this year.

We had discussed sharing partners with our friends for weeks, but the timing wasn’t right until recently, and it just so happened that both our countries had made the Euros final, and so we made the bet: the winner gets to use the loser’s wife however he wants for one night, and the loser has to pay for the hotel room (which was not by any means cheap!) that their wife will get used in. I loved this: the feeling of being a trophy to be won and conquered was so enticing, and I’m sure his wife felt the same. The four of us watched the game in a pub, and the bet made it even more exciting as there were real-life consequences riding on the result. Unfortunately for us, as is tradition, England lost on penalties. Which meant that the England players weren’t the only ones who got royally stiffed…

The hotel was booked for last Saturday night. I got a text from him beforehand telling me to wear a coat, and either lingerie underneath it or nothing at all. I chose the former option. The whole journey taking the train into the city, I felt so slutty and nervous yet thrilled at the prospect that my coat might accidentally open and reveal my matching black bra and panties underneath, but luckily that never happened. He was already there waiting for me in the hotel room. After reaffirming one last time that I was ok with what was going to happen tonight, he told me to prepare myself in the bathroom, and I did so thoroughly, because I knew no hole would be off-limits tonight. It’s a good thing I was mentally and physically prepared, because there’s a difference between rough sex, as hubby and I enjoy regularly, and being fucked like a pornstar, like I’m nothing more than a piece of meat, which is precisely what happened.

It was one of the most draining and sore nights of my life, but also one of the most exhilarating and memorable. He used my mouth, pussy and anus, varying between slow, deliberate, deep thrusts that left me sighing, and rapid pounding that left me breathlessly moaning at the top of my lungs. He had me in all kinds of positions, doing the whole shebang: deepthroating, titfucking, choking, hair pulling, spitting. He had brought his collection of toys over, which meant at various points in the night, I was rope-tied in different positions, and subjected to a whole range of sensations with vibrators, dildos, whips, floggers. At one point, I swear I almost fainted when he stuffed a dildo inside my pussy while he took great pleasure in using my asshole. I have never felt so full in all my life! As someone who never experienced anal sex before the start of this year, I’m quite proud of myself for taking him inside me for as long as I did: I only needed to use my safe-word when the slow easing turned into pounding, which was too painful for me. Clearly, more anal practice is needed with hubby!

One aspect that I really loved about the night was the verbal degradation. I won’t be too explicit with the details, but there was a lot of shaming and dirty name-calling, as well as commands and orders for me to do and say things to gratify him. Hubby and I do this too, but we don’t typically take it to the level of depravity that our Italian friend did that night, and it really resonated with my submissive personality. Also, part of the deal, as agreed beforehand by all of us, was that the winner gets to take pictures. He took a lot of photos throughout the night on his phone, but I never got to see them, and I’m glad because it’s hotter that way: I’ll always be imagining how I look like in them, knowing that he can expose me at my sluttiest moment at any time if he wishes to do so. (Not that he will: we know him well enough to know that he can be trusted with them.)

Despite how exhausted I felt afterwards, being a loser – or more accurately, the loser’s wife – has never been so fun! I orgasmed multiple times, as did he, giving me a load on my body, one in my anus and one on my face throughout the night. Despite not being part of the deal, he proposed another session in the morning, but because my lower regions were still sore, he had to settle for just getting his cock sucked. On the train journey back home the next morning, a guy sat opposite to me kept glancing at me weirdly. Paranoid, I thought maybe there was still cum on my face, but there wasn’t, or maybe I knew him, but I didn’t. As I left the train at my stop, I realised I had absent-mindedly unzipped my coat when I got onto the train because I was hot, and he could clearly see my bra and panties underneath my coat! I wonder what had been going through his mind.

Sex with hubby the next night was incredible: I told him everything about how I was used, answering all of his questions in explicit detail while he fucked me. It definitely turned him on to hear about how I was manhandled and used by his good friend, because he came even more than usual. His load shot all across my back, and some even got into my hair. It was truly the perfect way to round off the weekend, a welcome consolation prize for England not winning the Euros.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ooybsa/my_husband_and_his_italian_friend_had_a_bet_on