Chapter 1:
Victoria Gets What She Wants
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'Baby, baby, baby, why so tense?' She asked me from the other side of our table.
'What time is it?' I asked.
'Don't worry.' She smiled at me, 'He'll be here soon.'
'Then what?'
'You lost the bet. You know what's going to happen when he gets here and what happens after that.'
'What if you change your mind?' I tempted her, hopefully.
'Oh baby, you're sweet to think I would. I haven't. You know full well what he's getting tonight.'
'But-' I started before she cut me off.
'He's getting me, and that thing you really, really want.' She teased.
God damn that stupid bet about the super bowl. Victoria, my wife. Bet on the Philadelphia Eagles and I bet on the Kansas City Chiefs, spoiler alert: the Kansas City Chiefs lost. Badly. So here we are...again. This isn't the first time I've lost a bet to my wife, Victoria.
Basically the story goes like this, my wife is what you would call a hot wife, other than being unbelievably hot in general like she is. A hot wife is a wife that loans herself out to other men. Some couples do it all the time with no specific reason other than they enjoy the hot wife experience whilst others do it for a specific reason. My wife and I? Well, she likes to play games and tease me.
Victoria knows how much I want to fuck her ass, this is where her game starts because she also knows how much it turns me on and drives me crazy to watch her holding the hand of another man as she leaves the bar for the night after telling me I can go home. So she makes me pick, I can either have her ass but the games stop. Or we can keep playing our games. In our relationship she has never let me fuck her ass. She says: "Only my masters get my ass baby."
Every single time I want to pick her ass.
Every single time she makes me change my mind.
So here we are. Sat in a bar waiting for one of her "friends".
I can feel her eyes on me as I look around the bar trying to spot him. 'You looking for him?' She asked me.
'No.' I replied, too quickly.
'He's just parked outside. Are you ready to see me leave with him baby?' She teased.
I knew what I'd like to say, I knew what I should say. 'Yes.' I answered her, it's what I wanted to say but shouldn't have. Though she already knows I always love watching her leave with another man.
When she comes back to me, usually the next morning. She always tells me about her night. And she always wants to sleep with me. And it is always the best sex we have. Like I'm reclaiming her after I lost our bet. It's always my fault that she leaves me to enjoy another man. Yet I keep betting. And losing. Not with every guy but with a few specific ones she even lets them have her without a condom. So She's full when I get to reclaim her, that is always a fun time.
I zoned back into reality as Victoria stood up and walked over to hug her friend. He's her usual type, and one of her favourites. He's tall, taller than me by almost a full head. And his dark skin showed off his big muscular arms as he hugged my wife's small frame. She bragged as we were watching the Super Bowl together that she knew who she'd be spending her winnings on. His name was Steven and she always loved giving herself to him. Whenever she comes back to me she makes sure I know how well he knows her body. Even in ways I don't...fuck. He will have fucked her ass more than I ever will. She knows that and teases me to the fullest about it.
I stood up and shook his hand, strong grip. Almost like he was trying to show me who's the strongest. Trying to show his dominance, I would have thought getting to fuck her ass was dominance enough.
'Jason.'
'Steven, pleasure as always.' I greeted him.
'Jason, the pleasure is all mine.' He smiled at me knowingly but was friendly still.
'Oh no, the pleasure is all mine.' Victoria giggled as she looked from me to Steven, blushed slightly. Before we sat back down at the table and made small talk for a bit.
Eventually Victoria turned to me and asked: 'Sweetie, aren't you going to buy Steven a drink? He's going to need his energy for our night tonight.' She flashed him a cheeky wink which he definitely enjoyed.
I turned to him and said; 'What can I get for you Steven?' He pondered for a few moments and as he did he slipped a hand around Victoria's waist. When we sat down together he sat down next to her, whilst I sat opposite them both, he was claiming his prize even as we're in the bar.
'I've really got everything I need here but since you're offering I'll just have my usual.' He smiled at me smugly. He was enjoying rubbing this in as much as Victoria was enjoying his arm around her waist. Which was to say, a lot.
'Right.' I said as I got up and headed to the bar to order our drinks. He was acting like this was a regular thing for us, like I should know what his "regular" drink was. I mean I do know what it is, but still. I tried not to think about it as I waited for the drinks. I turned away from the bar after ordering and paying for them and looked out at all the other people here. Each in their own worlds, all of them oblivious to how my wife had entered the bar with me and would be leaving with another man. My gaze slipped back to our table. Victoria and Steven were close, he still had his big muscular black arm around her waist but he had definitely pulled her closer to him, or maybe he'd slid closer to her, I couldn't quite tell. He had also moved his other hand to her thigh, whatever they were talking about Victoria was liking it. She laughed and giggled to him as his hand crept slowly higher and higher up her thigh until it disappeared up her skirt. It was at that moment she looked at me and blew me a kiss, winking before softly pulling Steven's hand out from her skirt.
My wife liked to cuck me, though she nor I would never say it like that. She always called it her "shopping"... Shopping for a bigger and better cock I took it as but she wasn't an exhibitionist, she had standards and that meant that she wouldn't be seen being sexual in a public place like this.
She looked away from me, laughed at something he'd said and tried to look back at me as I stood watching from the bar but he pulled her face towards his own and kissed her. In my wife's book, kissing was allowed, that wasn't showing off too much, just enough. Especially if I could see. They kissed for a long time, he was definitely claiming her from me, and that was even before any clothes had been shed. As I watched from a distance I felt someone tap me on my shoulder, I turned and the barman gave me our drinks. By the time I got back to our table Victoria was blushing and they had stopped kissing. Steven still had his grip on her waist but his other hand was no longer on her thigh.