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.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/z4m6zq/i_bet_my_wife_by_qtip_mf_part_4
30 guys a bit much, but good writing.