The Bet

My husband’s friends are around a lot more than he or I would like to admit. I won’t use any names, but when I was first introduced to hubby’s bff, let’s call him Ted, I thought he was obnoxious and crude.

I understand that playful badgering and ridicule are sometimes the toxic traits of a long time friendship, but my husband tends to take the brunt of their jokes and Ted is by far his biggest bully.

Growing up together, I know they’ve seen each other naked at least one time or another, and Ted never fails to bring up the size of my husband’s manhood whenever they start ragging on one another. Often calling him a woman, Ted has always referred to my husband’s penis as a “baby dick”.

Even with the pandemic going on, Ted is consistently around anytime my husband is not at his job. He has had complete control over our “us” time, and he often crashes on one of our couches after too many drinks.

Complaints to hubby about Ted as an ever increasing nuisance have continuously fallen on deaf ears. At wits end, my decision to take a different and although sluttier approach to rectifying my dilemma is what has lead us to now, and thus the beginning of my confession.

A few months ago, in the honest hopes of Ted tormenting my husband to the point he would no longer be welcome in our circle, I started wearing my more revealing outfits. Yoga pants, tighter shirts, and pajamas were all worn much more frequently. Along with the use of excessive cleavage, it was all the things I knew Ted couldn’t go an hour without commenting on.

In addition to my look, I had changed my overall attitude towards Ted. Despite being fake, it was something just shy of flirting and that was all it took. After a couple days of his “best” friend’s lude remarks about his wife, I got exactly the reaction from my husband that I was looking for. Ted had suddenly vanished and our evenings were actually ours for once in our relationship.

For a few shorts weeks things were peaceful and all the time alone together was fantastic. Jumping ahead, one afternoon about a month after Ted had disappeared, I recieved a notification on my phone that I had received a text from him. Purely out of the blue and much to my surprise, the message read:

“Mine’s much bigger and much better.”

Attached was a photo of Ted’s privates jutting out through a ripped pair of pants. In absolute shock and appalled by his actions, I immediately texted my husband.

“Your friend just sent me a picture of his dick!!” I typed, furiously hitting send and awaiting his reaction from work.

“Yeah. Ted just told me too. I was hoping he was joking.” he said finally replying back. Soon after another text came thru from my husband.

“Fuck him.”

As I read the message I heard a knock at our door. Peeking through the curtain of the front window I could see Ted standing there, holding a six pack and scrolling thru his phone. Abruptly questioning his presence I swung open the door.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked with glaring impatience.

“Your husband said he wanted to talk. I guess I got here a little early.” Ted said answering as if nothing had even happened. He shifted his weight and gave me his usual smirk.

“So can I come in?” He asked curiously.

I couldn’t believe my own husband’s lack of concern. Shaking my head and rolling my eyes, I left the door slung open behind me and I walked away in disgust. I could feel his eyes on my body as I headed upstairs to change.

In our bedroom I quickly switched into a sweatshirt and sweatpants, and contemplated my next move. My husband would be home in twenty minutes. Do I just hide out in our room until he gets here? Do I confront Ted myself? Did I bring all this on? I wanted this man out of my life.

I double checked my text messages. His photo was still there, and no, I wasn’t imagining this. Ted wasn’t lying either, his erection is easily two times hubby’s size and then some. The idea of my husband inviting him into our house, his candid reply to the enitre situation, and the image of Ted’s cock ran in circles in my head.

He obviously trusted Ted way more than he should. The guy had just sent me a dick pic, and after all the distasteful things he had said in the past, it was infuriating. It was then that I decided to double down on my original idea of making my husband depise him. Almost instantly, I was ready to do whatever it took.

Unclasping and removing my bra, I made my way back downstairs. In the kitchen Ted was standing at the island, beer in hand and still scrolling thru his phone. I hopped up on the countertop and I sat there. Cracking a beer, I took a drink and stared at him.

“You didn’t respond to my text.” Ted said without looking up.

“So…?! What do you expect me to say?!” I scoffed.

“Yes your cock is bigger? That’s what you want to hear right!?” I asked with obvious frustration in voice.

“I don’t know what it is you want from me so just tell me.” I said pleading with him.

Ted never looked up. He just kept scrolling mindlessly thru his phone and I felt like I was going crazy. I wanted so badly to scream at him. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!? I AM HAPPILY MARRIED!! WHY WON’T YOU LOOK AT ME!?

Regaining my composure and my thoughts I took a deep breath. I had to stay calm. I could do this. Kicking my feet I jumped down off the counter.

“One thing I do know is that we match right now.” I said stepping up next to him, pointing out our outfits in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Also in sweats and a sweatshirt, Ted’s clothes hugged his body. Showing no emotion to my light hearted comment, he stood there silent. Well built and quite a few inches taller myself, he looked as if he had lost weight since I had seen him last. Taking another drink from my beer, I slowly inched closer, and I reached for his crotch.

“Ya know..” I said encouragingly, “We could both just agree that you’re better,” I smiled. “And I can now say for a fact that you’re bigger.”

Caressing the front his sweats I told him exactly what he wanted to hear. His shaft quickly grew in my hand as I rubbed and with nothing between myself and his member but a thin layer of cotton, I continued to massage his groin.

“The pictures really don’t do it justice.” Ted spoke now smiling, finishing his beer.

Setting the can and his phone down on the counter, he placed his hands on my sides and rocked me from side to side.

“It’s something that really should be seen up close.” Ted bolstered, pulling me in closer. It was then that he made his move.

His penis, pulsating in my palm, continued to harden as he began to kiss my neck. Running his fingers up my back he grabbed my shoulders and gently pulled me to my knees. Using a quick tug at his waistline, Ted dropped his sweats to his ankles and I was eye to eye with his “one eyed lady killer”.

It was huge. There was no way he was going to able to hide it and my husband would be walking thru the door at any moment. All I had to do was keep him erect for a few more minutes and my problems would be over. Knowing that Ted had wanted a blowjob, I thought there was no turning back.

“Wow.” I giggled, “You really weren’t lying..” I exclaimed enjoying the view.

Taking hold of his package with both hands, Ted’s arms hung at his sides. With his deep pink head protruding through my grip, I softly and slowly jerked him admiring his meaty pole. Teasing his frenulum with my thumb I noticed the precum that begun to form, running from his tip and down along my fingers. Throughly engulfed in my musings, Ted’s moans grew with his erection, and each became stronger with every stroke.

“You’re gonna love it.” He uttered affirmingly, planting his hands on his hips in confidence.

“Mmmmm..” I moaned, nodding to appease him.

As the thought of sex crossed my mind, my own loins had admittedly grown wet from sight of his enormous reaction to my affection.

“That wasn’t part of the deal.” I said teasingly.

“You’re much bigger, and I do agree..” I said smiling looking up at him. “And you might be better but we’ll never know.”

With a quick kiss to the head of his dick, I smeared his dripping precum acrossed my lips. His warm taste was salty yet sweet, and just as I was about to go back for more the sound of garage door had stolen my attention.

“He’s home!” I yelped in a faux panic.

Energetically tugging at Ted’s penis I stuck to my plan. Ambitiously working at his genitals as the moment came to an end, we heard the thud of the car door and my husband had finally arrived. Slapping away my hands Ted reached for his sweats and yanked them up over his engorged exhibit A.

“Quick!” Ted demanded. “Stand up and turn around.”

Jumping to my feet I obeyed. Standing directly in front of him and blocking hubby’s view, I could feel the tip of his rock hard cock pressing against my ass cheek.

“Just play it cool.” He whispered.

Reaching down for one last tease, I swung my arms behind my back and tickled his stiffened hardon thru the fabric. Wiping his fluids on the front of his pants, he was about to be caught pitching a tent with precum all over his sweatpants. It was hearing the door from the garage fly open when my heart genuinely began to race.

I imagined my husband’s reaction as I waited patiently for his appearance. The moment I saw him I was going to run up to greet him. Promptly guiding him into the room, I would show him just what his “friend” had been up to.

Suddenly I felt Ted grab and violently twist my wrists. Holding my arms behind my back, I was instantly bent over and pressed firm against the cold hard countertop. Holding me down I felt him rip at my sweats, and what followed I will never forget.

As my husband walked down the short hallway towards our kitchen, his best friend was quickly enthralling his loving wife with a massive cock. Driving my body to shake uncontrollably, my husband rounded the corner as Ted sharply slapped my ass.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?” My husband shouted, throwing his hands in the air.

Raising my head from the counter Ted was silent. Steadily increasing his pace, I did my best to speak.

“W.. wh.. what…?” I begrudgingly asked rhetorically.

Ted had stopped. Thrusting himself deep within my womb, he held his position and I let out a low loud whine.

“Ohhhhh… God.” I moaned as Ted tentatively ground himself into my pelvis.

Looking at my loving husband with pain in both our eyes, even I couldn’t believe what next left my lips.

“Your text said fuck him…” I whimpered as Ted started up again.

The overwhelming penetration I was feeling was causing my body to shake for a second time. Holding my breath I knew an orgasm was rapidly approaching. Rolling his hips as I squirmed, Ted reached up and grabbed my hair.

“I DIDN’T MEAN LITERALLY!!” My husband screamed. The confusion on his face was heartbreaking. Hanging his head to his chest he charged off around the corner and headed back out of the room.

I had no idea what to do next. My brain was telling me to chase after him and to fix this, but my body was telling me it had other plans, and Ted did too. Still pinned to the counter, he pounded my bare ass with a faster, stronger rhythm than he had had before. Screwing his best friend’s wife and tugging at my hair, his voice rang out.

“I TOLD YA SHE’D TAKE IT!” Ted shouted at my husband as he began to make his way upstairs.

“I knew you’d take it.” He said proudly as fucked me.

It was unbelievable. The constant plunge of Ted’s thick cock had had me hooked. And he was right, I couldn’t help but take it. Releasing my arms and my hair from his grasp, I continued to lay there embracing the now consensual sexual assault on my insides. Taking my hips in his hands and pulling me deeper onto his rod, I slowly began to cum.

“How’s it feel to be fucked by a real man baby?” He asked mockingly, observing my ecstacy.

The force of Ted’s repetitive thrusts was building a steady path to my climax. Letting out a rolling moan that filled the house, my lips stretched around Ted’s stiff shaft. With a strong, consistent, slapping of my ass he continued to pummel my little hole and my orgasm took hold.

“You love it don’t you..” Groaned Ted.

“Admit it.” He said, slowing down now to long, deep strokes.

I said nothing as waves of euphoria raced through my body and I went numb in a warm rush of wonderful feeling. Openly welcoming every gradually increasing plunge into my trembling pussy, I relaxed and willing accepted the full length of his phenomenal phallus. As my ass touched his abdomen, Ted literally rearranged my guts, and I accidentally broke wind.

“Woah! What was that!?” Ted shouted with amusement, backing out of my newly stretched snatch.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” I said swiftly in sincere embarrassment.

“That’s never happened before..” I said jokingly turning to see his face.

Driving himself into me again, my jaw dropped and I felt my body let go. With each bounce of my ass against Ted’s stomach, deep inside my pussy ached, my sphincter gaped, and I’d fart. Eventually, I had to laugh.

“Mmmm, don’t laugh baby it’s ok..” Ted said consolingly.

“You’re a filthy slut.” He proclaimed and deeply inhaled through his nose.

“I like filthy sluts.”

The smell of my ass permeated the air. Ending my laughter, I moaned in anguish. Continuing to control my flatulence, Ted pumped on and smiled as my own body betrayed me. Clenching my asshole in a desperate attempt to stop his perverse entertainment it came to no avail.

My sore pussy lips tightly constricted as they clutched the skin of Ted’s still rock hard cock. Wrapping his arms around and underneath me, he rested his elbows on counter and leaned over.

“Tell me you’re a filthy slut.” Ted quietly commanded grabbing one of my breasts.

I didn’t want to say it. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I had realized that my devious plan was completely backfiring and I was currently paying the price. I didn’t want any of this.

Degraded and fucked beyond belief, my husband was nowhere to be found. Twisting my nipple with one hand, Ted grabbed my throat with his other.

“Say you’re a filthy slut.” He said this time with authority, repeating himself in my ear.

Vigorously picking up speed, he tightened his stranglehold.

“I’m a filthy slut..” I gasped, taking his manhood to the max.

“Say it so he can hear you..” Ted ordered agressively.

Ferociously pumping in and out of my now raw pussy, I clamped down on his cock and my eyes rolled back in my skull.

“I’m a filthy slut!” I shouted desperately in complete defeat. “I’m a filthy slut! I’m a filthy slut!”

My ceaseless cries echoed throughout the house as my body convulsed in orgasmic rhythm to Ted’s whim. Removing his hand from my neck, a warm rush raced thru my brain followed by an immediate, intense tingling sensation. In a final purposeful push, the head of his cock pressed firmly against my cervix.

Groaning as his body flexed, Ted’s large balls undoubtedly clapped my clit. Whincing and jumping from the jolt, I flung myself backwards into his embrace. Holding me in his arms, I felt the girth of his thick cock repeatedly pulse, pumping his hot load deep inside my empty womb.

Without a word we both collapsed to the countertop. Catching our breath we laid motionless. Lying underneath him, I tucked my arms up under my chest and closed my eyes. My legs involuntarily twitched as Ted kissed my ear and our juices ran down my thighs.

“That’s a good slut.” He said praising me. “Now you’re my good slut.”

Lifting his body off of mine, Ted’s long dick slid out from between my legs and hung towards the floor. Amiring his most recent triumph, he paused gawking at my gaping cunt, dripping into my sweats.

“Well, I’m gonna go..” He said naturally, pulling up his pants and picking up his phone. “I’ll let you two hash this out.”

My pants around my knees, I stood up stunned at what had just transpired. With a last swift slap to my ass Ted grabbed the remaining beers and made his exit.

“Tell him to call me when he’s ready.” He exclaimed, shutting the door behind him.

Gazing into nothingness I glanced at the staircase leading to my husband and reality came flooding back. Yanking my pants to my waist as tears filled my eyes, I had no clue what awaited me upstairs. Bound to my fate, I climbed the steps to our bedroom and I prepared myself for anything.

With a light knock at the door, I timidly entered the room. At the end of our bed with his head in his hands, my husband sat hunched with his elbows resting on his knees. Moving in closer I could hear him sobbing and I immediately broke down in tandem.

“I’m.. soo.. sorry.” I bawled sitting down beside him. “I did not mean for that to happen.”

Weeping into my sleeves for what seemed like an eternity, I covered my face with my hands and our cries slowly simmered. I couldn’t bear what he must have thought of me. Relentlessly replaying the situation in my mind, I found absolutely no reason at all for why I or Ted, should ever be forgiven.

Silently contemplating the future alone, we sat calm and collected together. After quite a long period of time had passed, my husband gently put his arm around me.

“How did this happen..” he asked softly, looking dumbfounded.

I felt horrible. Coming clean and confessing to him, I answered any inquiry he had. Questioning my every desire I disclosed the entire story. I left out no details as I told him all about my slutty plan and how badly I wished that he had depised Ted. I told him about the outfits, the flirting, how Ted had shown up out of nowhere, my embarrassment, and the insemination.

With his best friend’s cum slightly leaking from my still swollen slit, my husband took my hand in his and told me his own thoughts and secrets. He told me that he had never replied back to Ted’s message, and that in reading it, he didn’t know what to do.

He confessed to me that for weeks, Ted had been sending him multiple pictures of his dick. All with similar comments, all geared towards me, and all harassing my husband. Noticing the changes in my behavior, Ted had begun to suspect that I was cheating. When my husband disagreed with his suspicions, the bullying really kicked in.

Targeting his smaller dick, he harrassed him morning, noon, and night. My husband told to me about a long discussion they had had a year ago, and the day Ted had admitted his lust and confirmed his fantasies of fucking me. After finally coming to realize the magnitude of Ted’s infatuation, he told his bff to get lost.

“In the end we made a bet.” He said with a sad sigh.

“It was a such stupid fucking argument, I can’t believe I even agreed to it.” My husband blurted out sounding concerned.

Beginning to elude to their arrangement, I squeezed his hand in comfort and again I started to cry. In figuring out first hand who had won their bet, I had come to question the wager. At first my husband wouldn’t even say, but after a bit of coaxing, he opened up and told me the truth.

In agreement with his best friend’s terms, he stated that the stipulation was as follows :

If Ted had proven me to be unfaithful, my husband would have to “man up”, and file for divorce, leaving me to be considered “fairplay”.

If my husband failed to honour their understanding and “bitch out” by not leaving me after proof of infidelity, it was to be known that I would still be considered “fairplay”, and now, so would he.

My heart fluttered in my chest and my mind began to drift as I attempted to comprehend what he was telling me.

“So what are you going to do?” I inquired, questioning the very survival of our marriage.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” My husband said somberly. “How am I supposed to react to this?” He asked, his locking eyes with mine.

Apologizing profusely and professing my love, I sobbed as I told him how much he means to me. Unable to give him the answer to his question, I tried my best to persuade him.

No matter what deal he and Ted had agreed upon, I assured him it would never happen again. Swearing up and down in the changes I would make, I asked him a final question.

“You know I will always love you, right?”
I quizzed him hopelessly, waiting for the response I wanted to hear.

Hesitating and without an answer, my husband leaned in to kiss me.

To be continued.. Part II

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uk7pw4/the_bet