You Bet Your Wife Pt. 01

It had been months since the St Patty's day incident, though it was seared into my brain. I remembered it as vividly as though it was yesterday evening. My wife screaming in ecstasy, how he thrust forward as he pumped his load deep inside her. The sheen of sweat on both their naked bodies, Me standing, stunned, helpless, weak, defeated. My cock, hard. My body tensing in another hands free orgasm.

"You ready?" Claire's voice broke through my daze. I snapped out of it. My heart was still racing, a mixture of dread and pure sexual pleasure.

".. yeah," I answered and took in her outfit, "you looking for another lover or something?"

High heels met thin pantyhose, which joined her tight dress at mid thigh level, accentuating her long legs. The black dress itself was nothing too spectacular, apart from there being very little too it. It wrapped tightly round her body, ending low enough to showcase her hugely sexual bosom. Her nickname was tits-magee, she deserved it. She wasn't a supermodel, curvy was definitely a more apt description but looking like that, she was certainly a knock out. I knew this meant only one thing.

"Why yes," she answered, grinning mischievously. "It's been months since I had decent cock, I'm fucking gagging for it!"

She walked out of the room dismissively, I wasn't meant to have any objections to any of that. I bowed my head and followed her, wearing my coat but grabbing hers. She paused for it the second she stepped out into the cool night, I bought her coat up over her shoulder and wrapped it around her. A satisfied smile was my reward.

"You'll always be the only man I need," she reassured me, "just not always the man I want."

She abruptly walked forward. It was meant as a compliment and that's how I took it buuuuuut I would definitely have liked a different sort of compliment, more favourable toward my physicality. I knew I wouldn't get that and that was just what I'd have to accept. I did.

The trip to the pub - the same neighbourhood, Irish themed pub - was quiet. I could see her anticipation building. When we arrived it was noticeably less Irish than it had been on St Patty's day although it was rowdy and in full Saturday night mode. Flags were draped over the exterior, those of the New Zealand All Blacks and the South African Springboks. Rugby's fiercest rivalry was about to get another chapter, no doubt one as brutal as the last. The atmosphere certainly held that expectation.

We stepped out of our taxi and walked up to the door, the bouncers looked over my wife but ignored me and said nothing to either of us. Inside the air was hot, dark and heavy. A massive screen displaying the teams warming up took centre stage. The voices of the announcers in their build up commentary boomed over every other sound.

We walked up to the bar and I was pretty surprised, nearly shocked to see that almost one half of the room was occupied by a big crowd of Springboks supporters. You almost never saw that many of them in New Zealand. Not only were they present, they were decked out from head to toe in green and gold.

The ladies wore tighter green shirts, an assortment of bottoms from skirts to pants but all had ribbons in their hair, held flags or streamers and many even had painted faces or temporary tattoos declaring support for the team.

It had to be noted that men in the group significantly outnumbered women. While the men were dressed somewhat more conservatively in springboks rugby jerseys and coats, with scarves and appropriately coloured pants, they accounted for the vast, vast majority of noise and excitement.

I looked at Claire, who seemed captivated by the group, almost to the point of seeming to forget her desire.

"Let's stand near to them, so we can laugh when they loose!" she declared as she took off her coat, revealing her tight black dress and All Blacks supporters broach. I took her coat and also took mine off, showing my All Blacks jersey and black pants. I passed our coats to the barman for coat check, he took them then passed me our drinks which I had already paid for.

I followed my wife toward the group and it didn't take long for a group of guys on the periphery to notice her. I saw how the three seemed to drink in her outfit and smile approvingly.

"Stand near to us," one of them said to her, "that way we can laugh when you loose!" the other two joined in on a hearty laugh.

"No way!" Claire said determinedly, "you're going to loose!"

The guy who had spoke looked at me and nodded,

"We'll see about that. This is hubby?" My wife nodded, Guy held out his beer glass toward me, "cheers! To hopefully a great game and the fact that you've got a fuckin sexy wife!" We never actually learned his real name.

Claire and the other two joined in and all glasses clinked. I didn't crack a smile. I could see the future. A mix of sexual excitement and deep dread built in my gut. The funny part was, looking at my wife, I wasn't sure she'd realised it yet. Bizarrely for her, she seemed intent on the screen.

Guy stepped toward me,

"So, do you guys come here often?" He asked in his thick South African accent,

"No," I answered, leaving out that we only came here when my wife wanted cock.

"Yeah well, we hadn't intended to be here when this game was on, just an accident you know?"

"Yeah?" I answered.

"Say, would you be interested in a bet? Let's say first to score, there'll be a drink on it."

"Alright," I answered. I knew this was a pretty safe bet for me and besides, it was only a drink.

"Cool!" He replied and shuffled back to his group. First to score was the All Blacks. Just a penalty but a score was a score.

"Damn," Guy said, "You win. Do you want to cash in or raise the stakes?"

I hadn't expected that response and looked at him, confused,

"What do you mean?"

"Let's say, the All Blacks lead at 20 minutes, I buy you three drinks but if the Bokke do, I get a feel of your wife's ass!"

I was shocked,

"Ask her!" he encouraged and, without thinking, not wanting too but feeling compelled, I did.

"Yeah!" was Claire's reply, still captivated by the game and barely paying any attention "don't worry, they won't be winning!"

Guy took that as acceptance of the terms, even though I hadn't signalled any agreement. It didn't seem to matter.

A rumbling forwards try later, the springboks were ahead after 20. That pit of dreading horniness in my stomach grew.

"I would like to collect please!" Guy said enthusiastically, it took Claire a second to realise what this meant so he grabbed her wrist and directed her to a nearby bar table, "put your hands there baby." She complied and placed both hands on the table. Claire was smiling nervously and finally I could see that excitement coming back to her eyes. She smiled at him.

"Watch this guys!" Guy said to his friends and immediately placed both hands on the outside of my wife's dress, cupping her butt cheeks and taking a generous feel. Then, unexpectedly he even pushed his hands under her dress, feeling her naked ass and realising that she only wore a lacy g-string. She inhaled sharply. He smiled down at her. I wanted to object but as usual, I felt myself devoid of any courage. Besides, my cock was rock hard and I was trying to hide it.

"Is that for Hubby?" he asked. She didn't respond, but her non response was a response. He pulled his hands away as his friends continued to jeer. His eyes and my wife's lingered in eye contact a second longer, both sported grins. I knew this was definitely happening now. Fuck.

"Alright, what are the stakes for leading at half time then?" Guy asked, as much to Claire as me. In fact he definitely just asked Claire.

"If you win, you get to kiss and feel me, if I win..." Claire clearly hadn't thought that far ahead.

"You won't win hahaha" Guy laughed for a few minutes, "but if you do then neither of you pay for drinks for the rest of the night!"

Claire seemed pretty happy with this.

"I just got us free drinks for the night!" she said to me excitedly.

But no. The Springboks were leading at half time, I was beginning to see some writing on the wall with regards to the game. Predictably, Guy was overjoyed.

"Right Hubby, why don't you go off and buy us a round while I kiss your wife!"

Claire looked at me, naughtily. I knew she expected me to do it. Why did me being humiliated also turn her on? Urggh!

As I trudged toward the packed bar I took a glance backward my wife. She was almost engulfed by the South African supporters who were watching the scene and cheering. It seemed to be an anagram for the game as this attractive All Blacks supporter submitted to the assertive Springboks man.

He had one arm cradling her back and the other under her knee, lifting her leg up and pulling her body into him, and particularly his crotch, as he passionately kissed her. I could see that his tongue was in my wife's mouth. She was definitely as into it as he was and wrapped her arms around his neck so she could pull her mouth into his. This freed up his hand to sink down her back and take another generous feel of her ass as he pushed her against him even more.

The kiss must have lasted at least two or three minutes, possibly longer. I kept looking away and then looking back, expecting it to be over but it wasn't. Finally, they parted. Claire stood there, looking flushed and a bit flustered, I could see she was getting turned on by all of this. Her lipstick was smudged across her face.

She looked deeply into my eyes across the room. I could see every thought that ran across her mind and they were all about getting Guy into bed. I shivered. Fuck it was hot though.

I arrived back at the table with everyone's drinks just as the second half started.

"What are first score stakes?" Guy asked excitedly.

"Hmmm," Claire said, uncertainly.

"How about this then - double or nothing - Springboks win and I get to take you home and you have to do whatever I want. You win and you get five grand, how about it?" he was grinning confidently. Clearly, he thought he was going to win. I was shocked and Claire was surprised.

"Anything you want?" to my disappointment, she was considering his bet.

"Baby, please!" I whispered in her ear. Having my wife fucked by a supporter of a team I hated to see winning was just about the most humiliating thing I could think of! I still held out hope that the All Blacks may lift and steal the win but I couldn't risk it!

Claire however, grabbed my cock and finding it embarrassingly rock hard, grinned like a cheshire cat and whispered, seductively, into my ear,

"What's the matter honey? Don't want a Springboks supporter fucking me, his fat cock pounding your wife's pussy before he cums deep, deep inside me..." I could feel the heat on her wet breath, she was almost quivering with desire. My cock, hard in her hand, gave lie to my objections and licence for her to continue. I shifted nervously.

"Please honey! Please don't do this, I'm begging!"

At that point Guy, apparently very keen to fuck my wife and also wanting, above all else to be at the forefront of our thoughts at all times, grabbed her free hand and pushed it onto his own crotch. Claire and I were both shocked by this but she didn't pull away.

"Who's bigger baby?" He taunted, I felt my cock pulsating with humiliating arousal as I knew the inevitable answer. Claire was stunned. He prompted again as she started moving her hand slowly down his shaft. "Who's bigger??"

"Oh my god... you're not even hard but... so much bigger!"

Guy chuckled, I blushed and looked down. Claire was still gripping my rock hard cock and squeezed as I tried to step back. I acquiesced and stood there.

"Little pencil dick hubby isn't packing what you need," he said to her. "Lucky you found yourself a real man with a proper cock!" He took her chin and guided her lips to his and she dreamily didn't resist. I stood there, her hand still holding my rock hard dick but feeling helpless, watching as this arrogant springbok supporter kissed my wife. On the screen behind them, his team scored again. The screen then showed the All Blacks players, downtrodden and dejected. I knew they wouldn't win but Guy would.

My wife let her hand fall off my cock although she kept massaging his. Their kiss became passionate as his hands went under her dress. I was almost ready to cry but also fighting hard against the urge to start stroking myself. I knew I would cum so fast and make my undies unpleasantly soggy. I couldn't resist just grabbing myself and having a gentle rub.

Suddenly he whipped her dress up and she was standing there in just her panties and bra!! Just as quickly, before Claire could even react, a large Springboks jersey appeared and he slipped it onto her! One of his mates stood behind them, chuckling.

"That's better baby!" Guy chuckled. Claire giggled nervously, looking around to see if that had been noticed but the pub was dark and the vast majority were looking at the screen.

"How do you like her now?" Guy taunted as he passed her dress to me. Her springboks jersey, seemingly designed for a tall man, was mid thigh length on her. Shortly, some streamers were found to wrap around her waist and make it into a short dress. Her ample cleavage was very visible through the vee neckline. I was too stunned to answer!

Shortly, the shrill cry of the referees whistle signalled the completion of the game and the springboks supporters bounced and cheered in celebration, my wife among them, as the rest of us All Blacks supporters stood there dejectedly.

"See you later!" Guy said to me as, with my wife's hand in his, he led her purposefully out of the bar. I watched on, scarcely believing he'd just stolen my wife away from right in front of me!

I looked up at the screen as the dejected All Blacks players were interviewed. Fuck I was horny! My only option now though was stroking my dick at home by myself whilst somewhere else, an arrogant Springbok fan was about to bang my wife! I sighed. Wanking could wait, I needed another drink.