A family tradition--UNO around the dinner table. My brother-in-law and I wanted to up the stakes, so I wagered my wife. Then things snowballed.
Winner got my wife, loser got to take his, my sister-in-law.
I was searching through the cabinets for a deck of UNO cards, when I shouted to my brother-in-law, "Let's up the stakes, and make the game more interesting. The winner gets the other's wife!"
He yelled, laughing, "Yeah, let's wife-swap!"
My wife and sister-in-law overheard, looked over and laughed, "What does that mean?"
Stunned, I fumbled for my words, not really sure how to answer. I had always joked around with my wife, talking about sharing her, and I hadn't hidden this fetish during our bedroom play either--how much it would turn me on to see her get fucked.
So, the joke was on.
It was to bet our wives, raise the stakes. Everybody wins.
I turned to my wife, she could read into my face. I looked shocked and embarrassed, as my face fell red. She stood there with a half-smile, patiently waiting for my explanation.
She broke the silence, "I would actually enjoy that, would get to watch a movie, drink wine..."
My brother-in-law, John, was a big wine connoisseur, my sister-in-law said the same. She has the same entrepreneurial spirit as I do.
"We'd get so much business done, and it wouldn't be so bad. They have an awesome gym in the basement."
Now, Sophia, my wife, has a good sense of humour and doesn't take things like this too seriously. She laughed. "Let me get this straight. So, if a wife swap happens, the other person gets the loser's wife. Seems like a prize still."
I saw a sparkle in her eye, as she waited for my response. I laughed it off and started shuffling the deck UNO cards, cut the deck, and sat down at the dining room table.
Sophia turned, letting her long brown hair whip around as she walked out of the room to check on the kids, showing us that sexy wiggle in her ass, as she walked away.
Our sex life was hot; we had pushed the envelope a few times, to keep the fire going.
The game went on, round after round.
I won some and lost some. My mind drifted. I began to wonder if this was an opportunity for Sophia and me to try some different stuff; more along the lines of upping the spice in our marriage.
She certainly seemed curious when I mentioned it earlier--the thought of it gave her a bigger smile, so it was a good start.
Sophia and Lana joined us at the table. She smiled at me, with a heat in her eyes I had not seen in a long time.
"Shouldn't the winner take both women home?" Lana asked.
"That's just greedy, though; let's just say the other sister is a consolation prize."
Her body looked hot today, she had this glow. I smiled back and looked at Sophia, "You're safe for one more round."
I couldn't tell for sure, but she must've been stewing on the idea about me betting her, and losing to John, or the taboo of wife-swapping with her sister.
Sophia's feet pressed against mine under the table, I could tell she was turned on because she kept rubbing.
I leaned over, and I casually asked, "What would you do if I did bet you, and lost?"
Sophia looked up, half grinning, "Well, I would have to pay off your debt. After all, a deal is a deal, right?"
Laughing, I told her, "Well, you might just have to eat those words someday."
She giggled, "I'm just kidding."
Wanting to push the envelope a little farther towards the edge, I said, "I am serious," and asked her again, "what would you do if I did bet you and lost?"
Sophia sat silent for a few seconds, before saying, "I don't know what I would do," and asked, "you would actually bet me?"
Sophia, a total babe, a sexy housewife, and had blessed me with our two kids; she studied part-time at the local university. Previous to us getting together, she had a great career, but once we started our family, she gave up her career to be a mom.
I think the wildest thing Sophia had ever done prior to meeting me was fuck some big-dicked firemen. Sophia always played along with my other fantasies, usually making them a reality. So this crazy joke of betting my wife wasn't too far off, the taboo part was with my brother-in-law though, and swapping pussies with her sister. By the look on her face and vibe, I think she was half tempted to maybe once again walk on the wild side.
Hours went by, with one card left to flop. I was confident I would win this round.
With two cards left in his hand, he separated the cards to drop one down, but before they could part, I yelled, "UNO...!"
But, I was too early because he didn't quite part with the cards. I was forced to pick up; he placed his last card on the table, and won the game.
I was all-in, and joked way too many times about wagering Sophia to be able to back out. I felt a sense of regret that I raised the stakes.
Everyone at the table yelled and cheered, since this was the first time any of us had played with this intensity, or taboo.
John sat back smiling for a split second. The tension was instant.
Sophia and Lana cheered him on, and called me out for yelling 'UNO' too early.
Lana yelled, looking over at John, "You won, Sophia! If you have the balls to go for it."
Lana looked over at me and smiled. She was hot, and would be more than a consolation prize.
The laughter died down, and Sophia and Lana got busy with the kids. John and I helped tidy up and wash the dishes. The thought of our conversation weighed on my mind. By the looks on everyone's faces, it weighed on them just as much. Lana kept looking over at me, we kept locking eyes.
It was hotter that we all knew each other so closely, and suddenly the idea of wagering my wife during a family game of UNO, swapping sister-wives, had the potential to turn real.
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Sophia and I packed the kids up, and drove home as it was getting late. We walked in the back door, we were both extra quiet. She locked the door behind us, and hurried the kids to bed and came into the kitchen, where we just looked at each other in silence.
She smiled, kissed me on the cheek, pressed her body into mine and asked, "Does swapping me with Lana turn you on? She has a nice pussy, you know."
I looked up at her, "Well, John won you in a bet. It's only fair. Plus, you know I always wanted to fuck Lana." Lana was a yoga instructor, with a tight body shaped from years of practice.
Sophia stepped back for a second, thinking I was still teasing, but instantly realized by my expression, that I was serious.
"How do you know she has a nice pussy?"
"We explored a bit when we were curious teens."
We both smiled.
"John, though?" Sophia's face went a tint of red.
"Our brother-in-law? Our brother?"
"So what, would you actually fuck Lana, then?!"
"Yes, probably, I don't know. I'd like to."
The air left her lungs, as she quickly grabbed a glass of water, took a sip, and sat across the table from me, sitting on the barstool.
"What does this mean?" Sophia looked at me.
Shaking my head. "I'm not sure, since I have never bet you before."
I grabbed my phone and texted John -- "are you coming over to collect your winnings?"
I pressed send.
