The bet

I didn't plan it. Not really. But, I didn't help things either.

My husband is an arrogant prick and it is easy to get him talked into things.
Mainly he will do it to show that he's better than you.

Well, I have a step-nephew that I have the biggest crush.
I've wanted to fuck him since the day I met him.

He's a tall, strong built twenty-six-year-old farm boy with broad shoulders and a great smile. I know he gets a lot of pussy. I've heard about some of his exploits around town.
I've also been told about his ten-inch cock and how it will stay hard for hours.
Which only makes me want to fuck him more.

Needless to say, I flirt with him shamelessly. I've let him know on several occasions if ever wants to. I'm available or make myself available.

Like I said. My husband is an arrogant prick.
So I decided to play on that one evening.

Tim was over and he and my husband were playing pool.
Well, my husband was running his mouth like normal and asked Tim if he wanted to put some money on the game.

Tim not being scared agreed.

I watched for a bit noticing that my husband was getting his ass kicked.
But, to his arrogance, my husband didn't realize he was losing.

"How about you put something more on the table." I grinned at my husband using the same smile I use to seduce him.

"What do you say, Tim," Mark smirked at him thinking he was gonna embarrass Tim and get some pussy out of the deal too.

I will say this about my husband. He will never Welch on a bet. If he loses. He will honor it and except the same from you.

"What do you have in mind?" Tim smiled looking at me.

"Alison. You win. You get her for the night." Mark grinned arrogantly.

"Hell, if you're sure enough to put your wife on the line. Make it all weekend." Tim grinned back at him challengingly.

"All weekend?" Mark said with a smirk.

"Till five on Sunday," Tim said with a challenging grin kinda mocking Mark.

"What do I get when you lose?" Mark asked Tim with his same sarcastic smile.

"Five hundred dollars," Tim smirked.

My husband thought about it for a moment never even looking at me for approval.

Worried he might not take the bet. I walked over my husband and hugged him.
"Are you having doubts," I whispered into his ear with a smile. Knowing it would push him over the edge.

I will say I was kinda in salted my husband did think I was worth any more than five hundred dollars.

"Lag for the break." Tim grinned.

As they squared up on there given ball, my pussy started to ache at the thought of laying under Tim with my legs spread wide getting a good pounding.

Tim won the lag and I almost creamed my shorts.
I know I was putting the cart before the horse.
But, I was sure this game was over already.

I watched in a jitter as Tim sunk the balls on the table, dreaming them were his nuts falling into my mouth.

"Well, Fuckkkkk." My husband hissed as the eight balls rolled into the pocket never getting out if his chair.
"Alyson, go get you a bag of clothes," Mark growled at me.

"But," I said in a fake protest.

"Do as your told." Mark hissed looking at me with anger in his eyes.

I just looked at him for a second with a glare before I walked off.
Once out of sight I hurried to my room and packed.
I was in such a frantic I almost forgot to get any regular clothes.

When I came back to the pool room you could feel the tension in the air between Mark and Tim.
You could almost cut it with a knife.

"You ready?" Tim smiled at me then looking at Mark with a smug look.

"Yes," I said softly in a reluctant fake tone. Not really looking at either one of them.

"Five on Sunday. Not, one minute later." My husband hissed at me.

"You should have asked me first," I said in a low voice. Looking him dead in the eye.

"Five." My husband glared at me knowing I would also honor his bet.


"Here take two of these." I smiled at Tim as we pulled out of the driveway handing him two little blue pills.

"I don't need them." Tim grinned at me.

"I'm just making sure. Because I'm gonna suck your cock dry." I smiled not looking at Tim.

"Is that so?" Tim grinned at me with that cute little grin of his, I couldn't help but to look at him.

"I'll just start now." I grinned leaning over in the seat of his truck and started unbuckling his pants.

I guess I could have waited for another five minutes. We could still see my house in the mirror. Hell, we hadn't even gotten off my road yet.

"I guess the stories are true." I grinned up at Tim holding his big prick in my hands.

"Depends on what you've heard." Tim grinned down at me.

"Shut up and drive. I have a cock to suck." I smiled at him.

Right through town, I blew him as he drove. Determined to make him but before we got to his house.
Like a good cock sucker. I did my job.

"Tasty!" I smiled at Tim leaning back against the door of his track licking my fingers clean with a nasty smile.

"Except that again later." He panted at me as he drove.

"Oh, it's a guarantee that is gonna happen a lot before five on Sunday." I smiled.

Tim missed work on that Friday. Mainly because he was buried balls deep in my 40-inch ass when his alarm clock went off to get up, trying like hell to fill my guts with a second load of cum.


If we weren't fucking. We were sleeping Friday.

I got power fuck so many times and so many ways I didn't know which end was up.

I'll never forget the look on Tim's face after he came in my asshole and I got down on my knees and sucked him clean.
He was shocked to say the very least.

I even took a nice screwing with my head shoved inside the refrigerator. Which was exceptionally fun.

At one point Tim was plowing my ass so fucking hard that when his hand slipped free of my dark hair I fell over the couch into a pile.

By Friday evening we were both so worn out from our constant fucking all day.
We ordered pizza and movies and piled up on the couch.

I woke Tim Saturday morning sucking his hard cock till he blasted off in my mouth almost choking me.

After he recouped from my blow job. He gave me a nice good easy fuck for about an hour keeping me in a constant state of orgasm the entire time.

I was gripping his arms, biting my lower lip. Looking deep into his sexy brown eyes when he nutted me.

I will say that was the most intense sexual experience of my life.

There was no doubt he was fucking me for my pleasure. It was all about me. He read me like a book and used it.

After we rested and cleaned up Tim took me to breakfast. Then we went shopping.
Our last stop was a sex shop.

I don't know how much Tim spent. But, I got ever oil and lube I wanted and several toys. From a small clot tickler to a very, very large purple dildo.

I wanted Tim to try them all out on me.

Once back at his place. It was time to fuck some more and fuck we did.

My pussy got so loose and I was so fucking horny.
Tim fist fucked me.

Now, I have never been first fucked before.
So it was a whole new experience for me.
It took a bit and a lot of lube. But, my God was it worth it. I had never in my entire laugh came so much of so hard being stretched out that much.
I screamed, tossed, withered and begged him not to stop.
I absolutely loved it.

I was so worked up and over the top, I worked around and lined Tims cock up with my asshole and took it up the ass while he destroyed my forty-nine-year-old snatch.

After Tim nutted my guts full. I pushed him off and went right after sucking his flaccid cock.
I knew Tim was enjoying my dick sucking skills and wanted to give him something a little extra.
So I pushed his legs up and tongue fucked his asshole.

I didn't just give him a rim job like I had earlier.
I buried my tongue in asshole straight into his poop chute.

That got him hard again. Not, for long. But, enough I could use his cock again.

After that, we pretty well calmed down. My pussy hurt. And to be honest with the fucking Tim and I had done we were both kinda just fucked.
As we set around I got to know Tim on a different level. A very intimate level. There was a lot to him I had over looked.
He was a very exceptional person.

Tim took me to a nice dinner and out to a movie.

We had a blast at dinner. That poor waitress didn't know what to think of us and the look on her face when I offered her to come back to our house for the rest of the night was comical.
I wasn't really wanting any more sex at the moment. But, if she would have committed would have been more then happy to enjoy it.

After our movie, Tim and I took a drive around town.
When we drove by my house. There in the driveway set Lisa's car. My husband's niece. I thought there was something going on between them. But, there just never was enough there to make a anything of it.
But, at one-thirty in the morning and the low light in the bedroom on, there was no question about what was going on.
I was hurt and angry.
Sure I was screwing my sister's stepson. But, that was different. I wasn't hiding it.
My husband was cheating on me. Hiding a secret.

After I saw that. I was ready to go home.

I told Tim how it hurt me to see Lisa's car parked in the drive telling him bad it hurt me.
I also told him how it bothered me that my husband had made no attempt to get a hold of me even after I tried to call him this morning and again this afternoon.

Tim never said much. Except that Mark should have answered or called back.

I leaned into Tim as he put his arm around me and snuggled close for the rest of the ride home enjoying the feeling of his strong youthful body.

I woke Sunday to the smell of bacon cooking and the sun shining on the morning dew.
It was a very nice morning.

I snuck down the hallway wearing the button-up shirt Tim had on the previous night and nothing else.

"Morning lover." I smiled happily wrapping my arms arm, Tim, from behind as he cooked breakfast in nothing but a pair of blue jeans looking good making me instantly horny.

"Morning." Tim grinned looking over his shoulder at me give me a kiss on the lips.

As we ate our breakfast on the patio. Tim and I talked and I confessed I would stay if he asked me to.
Tim looked me dead in the eye and said he would like that.
But, I needed to work that out with Mark. He was not gonna interfere there.
Making me fall in love with him.

After breakfast, Tim took me to his room where he made deep, passionate love to me till early afternoon. Bringing me to one earth-shaking orgasm after another.
When I say he made love to me. That's what it was. Not, hurried or rushed. Not, rough and violent like the previous two days.
It was soft and gentle. Starring and loving.
He gave me his all and gave him mine.

"We should shower," Tim said as I laid with my head on his chest in the afterglow of our sex.
"I know. It's getting to be that time." I said almost crying.
"Yes, it is," Tim said in a ragged breath.

Tim took me once more in the shower bring me to a screaming orgasm.

It was a solemn ride back to my house. Tim knew I didn't really want to go and knew he really didn't want to take me.

"Well, I guess this it," I said as we turned onto my street.
"I guess so," Tim said in a hard tone.
"How about we do this again some time." I smiled sexily at Tim.
"I'd like that a lot. But, I'm not sure Mark would." Tim scoffed.
"He wouldn't have to know." I smiled lewdly.
"But, I would," Tim said making me love him all the more.
"Well, here we are." Tim scoffed again as he pulled in the drive.
"I wished I'd blow you one last time." I giggled as we set in the driveway, looking at the dark house.
"I would have liked that." Tim grinned.

I gave Tim a deep kiss before I opened the door already missing him.

"I guess you won't be coming over anymore," I said looking at Tim with tears in my eyes.
"No, I guess not. Probably not a good idea." Tim smiled at me.
"No, probably not." I smiled the best I could.


It felt like the scene of a crime when I entered the house. There was nothing. Not a sound.
I walked around looking for Mark. But he was nowhere to be found.
As I set the kitchen table I broke down in tears.
Tears of missing Tim. Tears of knowing my husband was having an affair. Tears of knowing I openly screwed another man with my husband knowing.
They were tears of regret and anger.
I don't know how long I sat there crying before I looked up and seen the note hanging on the board.

It was from Mark.
In it, he confessed his love for Lisa and how he loved me.
But, had decided after this weekend he could no longer be with me.
I was stunned and in shock. Just like that, it was over between Mark and me.
I was sad and released at the same time.

I walked around the house in a daze for a few minutes not knowing what to do.

I was digging through my bag for whatever I was looking for when my phone fell out.
I don't know why. But, I loaded my bag back up with clean clothes and grabbed my car keys.

"How about that blow job?" I smiled at Tim as I stood in his doorway.
"I'll tell you about it later." I smiled. "Now, how about that blow job." I finished stepping through his door and reaching for his pants.

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