[MFM] I Was the Prize (And Clear Winner) of the Gameday Bets.

I’m a 38 year old wife, mother of three, living in middle-America. A real woman. I could be your neighbor. You’d never know, which is kind of the point. We have no clue what happens behind closed doors, up and down our street. I had a fairly popular (NoFans) Reddit account, where my husband and I shared the hot moments and sexy pics, but when you focus on the lifestyle and kink, you don’t get the full picture.

These are my stories.

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**I Was the Prize (And Clear Winner) of the Gameday Bets.**

I wasn’t planning on telling this story next, but in light of this month’s contest I figured I’d type it out. This is well after my first story of my first time being a hotwife. This is more than 2 years later, after we were more experienced in the lifestyle, had a regular bull and an established situation. Some of that should be obvious, but I wanted to be clear we’d generally not invite a bull over to our house to hang, especially with others around. Also – it got a little long, but I can’t cut anything now!. Enjoy. – Jess.

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We had a rare lazy Saturday afternoon with no activities, sports, or other plans and we decided to take advantage of it. It was a little risky but I must say, in retrospect, there is a unique sexual thrill in having sneaky time in your home, with your husband there and your family unaware of what was happening. After several playdates with one of my favorite “bulls,” (I personally hate that term, but the lifestyle has made that the easiest thing to call them) we decided to invite him to our house to watch a football game. Our rival teams just so happened to be playing each other.

It was early afternoon and normal activities were planned. The guys would have a few beers, fire up the grill, and we’d all get to know each other a little better outside of the bedroom. We really liked him as a person, so it really was a friendly low-key meetup with no hard plans. It was clear we’d not be alone for quite some time, if at all.

At first, there was novelty in meeting mommy and daddy’s new friend, but that quickly wore off and the three of us were left to watch the game alone. Each time I heard the door slam to the outside, I knew we were free and clear in the house, and I had to cop a feel. He was one of my largest friends to date, and it being late summer / early fall, he was wearing shorts (no underwear), fortunately with enough room for me to reach in, or up, as I pleased. He cock was just under 8 inches (we measured one time for fun), but the hallmark was its thickness. I sat close to him on the couch, with my husband on watch duty. I couldn’t wait to get my hands, mouth, or lips on. Even just a caress of his leg to feel it swell up was enough to get me fired up and praying bedtime came quickly. It was no surprise to him how worked up he got me, because his fingers were roaming too, sliding through my soaked slit under my pantiless skirt. All my husband could do was grin.

As the football game got underway we started making fun little bets to keep it interesting and sexy. At first, they were simple; I bet my team gets a first down on this play. If they do, he rubs my pussy until the next play. If they don’t, I rub his cock until the next play. This went on for a bit as a fun way to keep touching each other. This was unplanned and an amazing tease, but as things like this go, it escalated quickly.

My husband wanted to be part of the game and while still in the first quarter raised the stakes. He offered a rule, that when your team scored, I’d be the reward through the commercial break. From the time of score until the subsequent kick-off, I’d sit on the winners lap and they could have whatever they could get. To this day, I don’t know if it was a fanatic’s unrelenting support and hope for their team, or my husband’s cuck desires showing through, but this bet, and the subsequent bets were not fair. Our team was an underdog and in just the first half I spent four commercial breaks on my fuckbuddy’s lap, and none on my husband’s.

Still early in the game, the two main bets were established and of course would be the most desired. The first was very simple. Whomever’s team was winning at halftime, got me for halftime, alone in the guest bedroom. The loser of the bet had to sit alone in the living room and wait. I suppose I already spoiled who won the bet, obviously my bull. We’d never actually played alone but as the clock hit zeroes, my friend gave zero time to reconsider, grabbing my hand and leading me to the guest room. My husband put up a light protest, that he should be allowed to watch, but I playfully shook my head no, reminding him we were not completely alone in the house, and that the bet was the bet. There was one stipulation for the half time bet, it was to be a warm up session, whatever the winner wanted as long as halftime lasted , but no fucking. That would be later.

My guest pulled me into the guest room, and locked the door. It was like a little switch was triggered. For one, he was worked up, teased and horny as fuck, but I think he also realized from our interaction that he had the greenlight to be in complete control, not just of me, but also my husband.

I was absolutely soaked and as the door locked, I felt a slight twinge of nervousness, as it was my first time being alone with another man since marrying my husband. I was uncertain what was going to happen next, but I knew I was going to like it. He always kept me on my toes with our endeavors. We rarely had two encounters that were alike.

He told me to close my eyes, as he spun me around and pressed up against the back of me. He gently lowered my chest onto the corner of the bed so that I was bent in half. He slid my skirt up my ass and started to caress up and down my crack, along my lips, and down my inner thighs. Carrying a trail of juices along with his finger. He spread my legs just enough so that he had full access to whatever he would like.

One of the things he was so amazing at was taking his time, and understanding that the escalation was sometimes served better by staying at the same speed, and pressure versus the moans and buildup turning into a harder and faster jackhammer session. He teased me at a tantalizingly slow pace. He showed amazing restraint in follow the rules of the bet. He could’ve done anything he wanted in that moment and it would’ve been our secret.

As he worked each finger into my pussy, he leaned over me so I felt his weight on my back. He whispered into my ear that I needed to stay quiet and still. He is one of the most skilled men I have ever met when it came to using his hands. The right amount of slow, fast, firm, and gentle you could ever want. He worked his way up to 3 fingers and a speed that I really thought would do me in before the 2nd half of the game started. Before I hit my orgasm, he abruptly stopped. He flipped me around and brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting them before leaning in for a slow, sensual kiss. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t lick off this man in these moments and I lustfully pushed my tongue into his mouth, tasting my pussy, while my hands frantically worked at the front of his pants, in need of his cock.

Amazing restraint, I tell you! He stopped me, and then pulled my skirt down back over my ass. He smirked, wiped the sweat from my brow, and led me back into the living room.

Up to this point, it had been a few hours of constant playfulness and build up. My poor husband had only been a spectator and I knew he was chomping at the bit, both for the details of halftime, and to get his hands on me himself. I actually spend the first few moments of the second half on my husband’s lap, but not before making the bold move of asking my bull’s permission to do so. He smirked, nodding, and simply said, “Of course.”

The wager for the 2nd half was already locked and going to far exceed the half time bet. Whichever guy’s team won the football game, got to choose how and where they wanted to unload in or on me. I already knew what my friend wanted. Anal was always his wish list, but given his large size, I was always nervous too. My husband really wanted dvp. We only ever tried it once with a different friend, and it was the pinnacle of our experiences for him up to this point. I didn’t know who I wanted to win, though based on the current score it was going to take a miracle to not be a foregone conclusion. One thing was certain, I couldn’t wait to get my bull’s cock in my mouth and feel it stretch my pussy. That feeling of it sliding in that very first time, is a blissful feeling that can barely be described.

I’ll cut to the chase- my friend won the bet in the 2nd half too, so anal it was. The house was now quiet, the family fast asleep and blood had been flowing for all 3 of us for hours. It was time. Apologies for skipping through the first moments, as if they are standard fare, but we’d been there before. My bull and I quickly stripped, while hubs stayed clothed, learning against the door. We were ravenous for each other and we rushed through the normal sequence of- you fuck my face, I ride yours, I squirt on your cock while riding you – to get to the main event.

At this point, I am drenched from the waist down. I had already cum twice and was slick from excitement. No lube required. He lowers his head between my legs and gently sucks on my clit to take my mind off of him fingering my ass. He knows it is going to be an effort to get himself in. He licks and caresses, while he works his one finger in and out. Eventually working up to two fingers in and out. When he feels like it is good and lubed up he lays on his back and I straddle him. I sit on his cock to soak it once more for good measure.

My husband was caught between pure bliss and torture. I knew from our solo fucks and dirty talk fantasies that his kinks were leaning more and more towards being a cuck versus a stag, but it was still very new to us. It was honestly more about me being able to handle it, than him, but in this moment I was so horny, and leaned into it. I looked at my husband and asked him to give us a hand; an absolute first for us. He walked over and without hesitation gripped the base of my friend’s cock, holding it firm while I lowered my ass on it.

I leaned all the way forward, while my friend bear hugged me tight. He is whispering in my ears what a good girl I am and how good I feel. Those affirmative statements always make me want to do more to please him. With my husband’s hand as a firm base, I slowly sit on his cock and ease up and down on it. I was definitely worried it was more than I bargained for but we went slow. It took several minutes to ease up and down on it, but eventually, I took it all. All 8in long 6in thick of it. To this day, hubs bushes when I ask how his hand felt around it. The most he gives me is, “I can’t believe how thick it felt compared to mine.” He refuses to answer if he gave it an extra squeeze or stroke.

Since I am no anal queen, we had to take it very slow. He never let go of his firm grip on me and he slowly rocked his hips so that his cock slid in and out of me. As he did this, I felt every muscle in my pussy tighten. Given that I had already cum twice and was soaked- my clit was very swollen. That gentle rocking was sliding my clit along his smooth pubic area. As the speed picked up, so did the intensity. The rocking became faster and so did my breathing. It was a hurt so good kind of feeling but I wasn’t expecting to cum, I never had from anal before. I was expecting to hear him grunting in my ear while unloading in my, followed by that loud satisfied sigh that I grew to love from him.

But 8 inches hits spots that you never knew you had, and I did cum, hard. My body started quivering uncontrollably, and I exploded. I almost couldn’t catch my breath. I collapsed in his arms completely. It was that moment of weakness and control that sent him over the edge and within seconds I had the grunt and moan I so desired, along with a very large warm load in my ass. We laid there sweaty and exhausted for a few minutes. My husband gave us both praise for the show he got. He had somehow not cum as he sat on the edge of the bed watching, jerking his cock through his open fly. As I slowly lifted off my bull I could feel every inch of the thick monster that I just had in my ass along with every messy ounce of what he left behind.

As per usual, he cleaned himself up, gave me a hug and told me he couldn’t wait until next time. Before he left, there was one last moment of fun which drove my husband crazy, and fueled dirty talk in our alone time for week’s to come. My husband made a comment about how amazing it was going to feel and that he couldn’t wait to have sloppy seconds in my ass. My bull, in a moment of boldness, and reading the situation correctly, scoffed at him, “You can your wife’s pussy, but that’s my ass now.” I think hub’s face went red, but he nodded. He fucking loved it. For weeks after, my friend would playfully tease my husband on our 3 way chat, giving him permission to kiss my ass, or play with it while he goes down on me, but absolutely no penetration, because it was his.

We were exhausted from our long day, but once our friend left, it was my husband’s turn to reclaim me, and get his built up orgasm. Albeit far less adventurous and sexy on my end, my husband got to know what a pussy fucked by a real man tasted like. He felt and tasted how swollen, red, and exhausted it made me. We talked through the hot moments of the night while I rode him and he left a creampie in the only place he was allowed to for that night.

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