The Dinner that Changed Us

I watched with hungry eyes as my wife of ten years stripped off her work clothes. She saw me in the mirror as she pulled off her bra, and I stood up to stand behind her. My arms reached around and grabbed her luscious tits, and she sighed.

"We don't have time for that, Brian. We need to get ready for dinner with the Moores."

It was my turn to sigh. We hadn't had sex in a few days and I really wanted an opportunity to relieve some of the pressure. "Come on, just a quickie before we go?"

"No, Brian. Go on, get dressed." She turned out of my grasp and started looking through her clothes. Damn Linda Moore for inviting us over for dinner!

Matt and Linda Moore were acquaintances that Sara and I had met at our weekly brewpub trivia night. Eventually we became a team, and played every Friday night. This week, however, the trivia master was on vacation, so Linda had invited us over for dinner at her house. We'd never seen Matt or Linda outside of the brewery, but Linda had asked us to "dress up". The address was in a nice part of town, so Sara and I took that instruction literally.

I pulled up my slacks as I watched Sara slide into her little black dress. "No underwear?" I asked.

"I can't with this dress, the lines are too visible. At least you'll be horny all dinner knowing I'm not wearing anything under my dress!" She was right about that!

I put on a silk button up shirt while she did her hair and makeup. At 34, she was still sexy as hell, and it took all my willpower not to bend her over the desk and fuck her right there. I wasn't sure how I was going to make it through dinner, but I knew that if she didn't let me fuck her when we got home, I was going to explode.

We rang the doorbell right at 7PM, and Matt let us in. The house was more of a mansion; not even one of those McMansions that are big houses but built cookie-cutter style. This was a large custom-built quality home, clearly worth millions. I was surprised; I knew Matt and Linda were well off, but it appears they were actually quite rich. I wondered if Sara would invite them over to our place after seeing theirs, knowing we were obviously in a different wealth class. I did come in a nice Mercedes GLC, so unless they saw our home they might not realize how much wealthier they were then us.

The dinner was amazing, and I was surprised to see Linda did the cooking herself. With a house this large I expected to see servants around, but I didn't see any. I wasn't sure if they didn't have servants, or they just weren't working at the moment, and it didn't seem appropriate to ask. Our dinner conversation was smooth, just like if we were at the brewery, except we drank wine instead of beer. Matt and Linda kept the wine flowing, refilling glasses any time they were half empty. It was a very pleasant evening, and after dinner Matt invited us into the sitting room for more conversation and some cocktails.

Drinking my cocktail, I couldn't help but admit to myself that Linda and Matt were an exceptionally attractive couple. Linda had that slim athletic build that always turned me on, squeezed into a tight dress with a low neckline. I considered myself straight, but Matt was fit and muscular as well; he worked out and it showed.

As we drank our cocktails, the conversation turned in a more adult direction. This was new to us; we'd never had explicit conversations with the Moores at the brewery.

"I'm telling you, Matt's like a rabbit! He's always after it. Although with a body like yours, I'm sure Brian's always on your tail, too!" Linda giggled at her own words.

"Well, I mean," Sara stammered. "He does enjoy sex. He even tried to, you know, do me right before we came here. But I told him he'd have to wait."

"Oh, you naughty tease!" Linda put her hand on Sara's knee. "You're in control, aren't you? Is Brian your little sub?"

"Hey, wait a minute, I'm not a sub!" I interjected, but Linda shot me a glare immediately.

"Quiet, Brian, the ladies are talking. Let Sara answer the question." I sank further into my seat, defeated. I took a quick glance at Matt and saw him smirking at me.

Sara was beet red. "I don't know, we don't really do BDSM type things."

"But if you did, would Brian be the sub or the dom?"

Sara hesitated, and glanced at me. "I don't know, really."

Linda smiled as if she'd won something, but I couldn't tell what. "Well, maybe it's possible you're both submissive, and that's why you've never seen that side of him. Me, I'm a switch - I like to control someone, but my god do I absolutely love it when Matt bends me over and takes me hard without caring about my feelings in the slightest."

Sara gasped. "You mean he rapes you?"

"Rape, schmap. Is it really rape when I cum so hard? Matt's got permission to fuck me any time, any way he wants. I get off on not having any control over it. Isn't that right Matt?"

Matt took a sip of his cocktail. "Yes, honey. Do you think our guests want a demonstration?"

Sara quickly interrupted. "No no no, no demonstration necessary!" I certainly was interested in the demonstration, and wondered where this conversation would lead to.

"Alright, we'll save that for later," Linda laughed. "But a little surprise sex never fails to get us both off. How about you, Sara? Have you got a signature move to bring Brian to an instant orgasm?"

"I... I mean, we have sex and all, and he enjoys it. He always finishes."

"Yes, but what's your best trick in bed? Tonguing his balls? Finger in the butt? You gotta have some special skills. Don't tell me you're a chaste prude in the sack!"

Sara stammered. "We're quite good at sex, thank you very much!"

"Ha!" exclaimed Linda. "I don't believe it for a second."

"We are! We never fail to cum!" I was surprised at Sara's exclamation, partly because I've never seen her talk openly about sex, and partially because it wasn't exactly true. Sure, we both often orgasmed during sex, but not always. And most of our sex was missionary style, lights out, after we'd gone to bed.

"You think you're better at sex than I am, do you?" Linda mischievously taunted Sara.

"One hundred percent! If you knew how good I was, you'd be ashamed of yourself!"

"Okay, then, prove it."

"I'm not going to have sex with Brian in front of you!"

"Oh, no, honey, that wouldn't prove anything. I'm suggesting a wager of sorts, a way to know which couple can have better sex."

"How would that work?" I asked. "Aren't we all going to claim our sex is better, no matter what?"

"It's simple. Great sex requires two things - a woman needs to be able to provide intense pleasure, the kind that drives a man absolutely wild and makes him cum. But at the same time, great sex requires a man that can resist cumming, and continue to perform for a long time despite the amount of pleasure he's feeling, so that he can make the woman feel good."

"So? How can we measure those things?" I wasn't following Linda's proposal.

"Simple. A simple wager - we see if Sara can make Matt cum before I make you cum. Whichever man cums first proves that either his wife isn't good at giving pleasure, or he hasn't got the stamina to have great sex, or both. Either way, that couple is worse at sex than the other couple."

"Wait, are you suggesting I fuck your husband? That's not going to happen." Sara rejoined the conversation, putting her foot down on the idea.

"Nobody said anything about fucking, although I suppose that's an option. But yes, I'm suggesting that you try to get Matt off, and if you make him cum before I make Brian cum, you win."

"And what exactly do I win?" Sara suddenly had a smug confident air about her.

"The winners will win... the losers."

"What does that mean?" Sara asked.

"Whatever the winners want it to mean. For the rest of the night, the winners can do whatever they want to the losers. Anything."

"I'm in. I'll show you a thing or two." I'd never have thought Sara would act like this, given her fairly puritanical attitudes towards sex. But she was always a competitive one, which is part of why she loved the trivia nights so much. She never wanted to lose anything, and she rarely backed down from a challenge.

"Now hold on Sara, let's talk about this for a second..." I was nervous. What exactly would they do to us if we lost?

Sara put down her drink and came over to my seat. She gently grabbed my drink and set it on the table beside me, then sat in my lap. I could smell her perfume, and I'm certain she felt my hardon against her ass. "Honey, just think about it. After we win, you'll get to fuck Linda. I'll even give you permission. Look at her."

Stupidly, I looked at Linda. In my mind, I saw her naked. My cock got harder.

"If you win, you can do whatever you want to her. Anything." Sara leaned in close, and whispered so that only I could hear. "You've always wanted to try anal sex. I'm never going to let you do it to me, but I'll watch you fuck her in the ass. Bitch deserves it for being so cocky."

I nearly came in my pants. My wife was practically begging me to fuck Linda in the ass in front of her! My brain short circuited, and I quickly stammered out a rushed "Okay, okay."

Linda smiled. "Alright, Sara, come over here and let's get started. Brian, stand up."

Sara got off of me and walked over to Matt, and I stood up. Linda came over to me, and roughly pushed me forward about two feet. She then walked right behind me.

"Ready?" Linda asked.

Sara stood in front of Matt, facing him. "Oh, yeah, I'm ready. You're going to hate this, Linda. Matt... you might enjoy it." She smirked.

"Alright, start!" Linda barked from behind me. I couldn't figure out why she was behind me, but it meant I was staring directly at my wife.

Sara slowly reached up and grabbed the top of her dress. She confidently and sexily wiggled it down, exposing her tits to Matt. "You like these?" she asked.

"I sure do!" Matt exclaimed.

"Good. Because in a second you're going to cum all over them. I hope you enjoy this!" Sara sank to her knees in front of Matt, and started unbuckling his belt. I was rock hard in my pants; it wasn't that Sara had never gone down on me, but it was absolutely a rare occurrence. Sara pulled down Matt's pants and underwear, and I saw his cock spring out. It was large, not humorously large, but definitely bigger than mine. Sara's eyes got large, and she let out a quiet "Wow."

Linda still hadn't touched me, but was standing behind me watching the show. "You like watching her?" she whispered into my ear.

"Y... Yeah," I stuttered.

"I bet you wish I were on my knees in front of you, with my tits out. Acting like a slut, the way your wife is."

"Mmmm, yes..."

"That's too bad. I'm going to make you cum, but I'm not your slut to use." With that, she touched me for the first time, unbuckling my belt. She unsnapped and unzipped my pants, and pushed them down to my feet leaving me in my shirt and underwear. "Cute, tighty whities. I haven't seen these since I graduated high school."

It was my turn to turn red. "Look at your wife," Linda whispered. "She's really going at it."

She was. Sara had taken Matt's cock fully into her mouth, and she was sucking it with vigor. Her tits were bouncing with every stroke, looking very lewd. "Does she suck you like that? I bet she doesn't."

Linda was right. Even on the rare event that she gave me a blow job, it never looked anything like this. It would always be in bed, and she'd just shift down a little, then stroke me with one hand while holding the head inside her mouth. Now she was on her knees, taking Matt's cock to the root, and drooling slobber over her tits.

Linda brought her hand to my crotch and began tracing my cock through my underwear. "You know what I really am looking forward to?" she asked. Without waiting for a reply, she said "After I win, I'm going to make that bitch eat me out. I'm going to sit on her face and make her eat me as I cum and squirt all over her."

My cock was throbbing at the mental image of Sara and Linda together. Sara was straight as an arrow, but the agreement was "anything". Would Linda really have sex with Sara, or was she just saying that to turn me on?

Linda felt me cock throbbing harder. "Oh, you'd really like that, wouldn't you? I'm bi, you know. I don't get enough pussy, though -- in fact, it's been about a month since I've had a woman, and I really want her. Something tells me that you want that, too." She grabbed my cock through my underwear and gave it a few strokes for emphasis.

I was getting too close to cumming for comfort, and I hadn't even gotten my cock out yet. I could feel the precum leaking out, and I was afraid if I looked down I'd see a humiliating wet spot forming.

"Of course, if I win, that's not all that's going to happen. There's no way Matt will let Sara out of here without cumming deep inside her ass. I bet you've never assfucked her before, am I right?" Linda resumed her rapid stroking of my cock through my underwear. "Imagine watching Matt cum deep in her forbidden hole that you've never felt..."

I gasped, and my orgasm rushed out from my core to my cock. Just as I started to cum, Linda let go, and my orgasm ruined into my underwear. The white cotton darkened as spurt after spurt soaked the material. I feel to my knees, still hard and horny, but also utterly spent.

"Alright slut, you lose!" Linda laughed.

"What?" Sara looked over at me. "What the fuck? You came ALREADY?"

"I... I'm sorry."

"Fuck you, Brian. This is your fucking fault!"

"Shut up, bitch." Matt took on a new demanding tone I'd never seen from him before. "Your blowjob skills are okay, but Linda is a fucking champ. And Brian is obviously a prejac loser. Now it's time to pay up."

"Fine, whatever. What do you want?"

"First, tie him up. Can't have Brian getting in the way of our fun here, can we?" Linda extracted some rope from a drawer, and directed me back into the chair. She handed the ropes to Sara, who obediently secured me in place.

"Second, get naked slut." Sara reluctantly shimmied out of her dress.

Linda looked at me. "Now, let's get you looking more presentable." I thought she was going to clean up the mess in my underwear, but she just pulled my shirt over my head and behind my back, so I was sitting in nothing but my white wet Hanes.

Matt grabbed Sara by the hair on the back of her neck, and manhandled her down to the floor. He put her on all fours, facing me, then he stripped naked himself. Linda was the only one still wearing her clothes. Matt started to kneel behind my wife, and I found the courage to speak up. "At least use a condom!" I cried.

Linda's slap caught me off guard, and stung badly. "Shut up, bitch, or else we'll gag you. Just watch and enjoy the show."

I could tell when Matt entered her. Sara's face opened in an expression of shock. "Oh my god," she exclaimed. "It's so big!"

"This is just the warm up, bitch. Linda, go get the lube for the main event." Linda walked out of the room, while Matt began slowly increasing the pace of his thrusts. Soon he was pounding her with a vigor I hadn't managed in years.

Sara's head dropped to the floor, but Matt grabbed her hair again and pulled it up so that she was facing me again. "Oh my god, it's so good, don't stop..." she panted.

"Look him in the fucking eyes and tell him I'm a better fuck than he is." Sara hesitated. "Do it, bitch! Tell him!"

Sara stared directly into my eyes. "Brian, he's so much better than you! His cock is bigger and he knows how to use it! Oh my god, I'm going to cum... I'm CUMMING!" Sara was shouting at this point.

Only after Sara finished her orgasm did I notice that Linda was in the corner of the room, filming that confession on her phone. She had a bottle of lube in her other hand, and after Sara calmed down, she brought it over to Matt. Matt squirted some lube into his hand, and began rubbing it into Sara's asshole.

"Oh my god, no please, not that! I've never done that!" Sara exclaimed.

"Shut up bitch," interjected Linda. "My husband is going to take your ass, and I'm going to film it. I love to see a stuck-up whore lose her anal virginity."

"Oh fuck," panted Sara. "Be gentle, please."

"I'll be whatever the fuck I want, slut," growled Matt.

Linda sat down in front of Sara, just enough to the side as to not block my view. She pointed her phone camera at Sara's face and began recording. "Go on, take her anal cherry. Show her what it feels like to be fucked in the ass by your monster cock!"

Matt pulled out of Sara's cunt, and lined up with her ass. He began pushing in. "Ohmygod, ohmygod" stammered Sara. He kept going slowly in. "It's so big... I'm so full... Ohmygod..." Linda kept recording my wife's defilement.

Eventually, Matt bottomed out. He stopped for a few seconds to let her get used to the filling. "Ready, slut?"

"Yes," Sara responded, surprising me.

Matt started thrusting in and out, slowly at first. Sara's face was a mixture of pain and pleasure, but it was obvious that she wasn't hating the feeling. Linda kept recording.

After a minute or so, it was obvious that Sara was getting close to an orgasm again. She started panting heavily, and I could see her tits swinging as she pushed back onto Matt's cock.

"Go on, tell him you love it! Beg for his cock in your ass!" Linda egged Sara on.

"Fuck me... fuck my ass harder!" I had never imagined Sara acting like this, much less on video.

"Who owns your ass?" Matt barked at her.

"You do! You own my ass! It's your ass!" I sank further into my chair, occasionally pulling at the ropes around my wrist but unable to move.

"Damn right. It's my ass to fuck anytime I want."

"Yes Sir! You own me! I'm your slut! Fill me with your cum... Ohmygod... I'm cumming again!" Sara shook and collapsed to the floor. Matt quickened his pace even further, pumping hard into her limp body, until he grunted and stiffened, his cum filling her ass. He backed up, and sat down on the couch to rest.

"My turn, cunt." Linda kicked Sara over, so that she was on her back. Facing me, Linda stood over her. She wiggled her dress up over her hips, letting me get a good look at her cunt. Like Sara, she had no panties on. "Hey loser, if you'd won, you'd be fucking this right now. Instead, Sara's going to find out what my pussy tastes like."

Sara was half awake, exhausted from her ass fucking. "No, wait, I'm not bi..."

"I don't give a fuck, bitch. This isn't for you, it's for me." Linda lowered her cunt onto Sara's face. "Get licking, slut."

"No, I mmmhmmm!" Sara's words were muffled by Linda's cunt. I couldn't see exactly what Sara was doing, but Linda was clearly enjoying it. She began moaning as she rocked her hips on Sara's face.

"I bet you never thought you'd see this, did you?" Matt had moved next to me, taunting me.

"No! This has gone too far! We never said anything about gay stuff!" That wasn't exactly true; Linda's taunts about doing exactly this were a huge part of what made me cum earlier, but if there was any way I might be able to de-escalate this situation, I was going to take it.

"I don't give a fuck if you're gay or not, but you're going to take my cock in your ass before the night is over." I froze in fear. He couldn't be serious, could he?

"Oh, yes," moaned Linda. "I can't wait to watch you ream his ass and make him your little bitch!" Linda's hips started moving quicker, and I could tell she was nearly orgasm. "You're gonna be our little faggot! Ohhh...."

Linda came explosively on Sara's face, then rolled off. Sara continued to lay, naked, unmoving, exhausted from the sex. After watching his wife cum, Matt left the room, returning after a few minutes of silence.

"Bitch, get up!" Matt prodded Sara. "Untie your husband."

'Oh god, what is coming?' I thought to myself. 'This can't be good.' Sara staggered over to me, and untied my arms. I instinctively flexed and extended them, stretching out the pain from being held in one position too long.

"Get up, faggot." I stood up, grateful for a little more bloodflow in my legs. "And take off that shirt and those filthy panties."

I reached down and dropped my now-dry crusty underwear to the floor. My dick had almost withdrawn completely into my body from the humiliation of the night.

"Okay, bitch, put this on your loser husband." Matt handed her a metal chastity cage.

I stepped back. "Now hold on, nobody said anything about chastity cages!"

Linda stepped up to me. "Yes, we did. We said ANYTHING. Chastity cages are part of anything. Hold still while the bitch cages you!"

Sara struggled with the cage, obviously unfamiliar with the concept. She skimmed over the directions, and pinched my skin several times trying to get it on. "Sorry," she quietly whispered, but I wasn't sure if that was for hurting me or caging me. Eventually she got it completely on, and stood up next to me.

"Keys, bitch." Sara handed the keys to Linda. "Now, both of you, get on your knees. Sara, I want you to watch this."

Matt stepped in front of me, his large cock falling flaccid in my face. "You see, we've got one more bet to make, but you're going to have to get me hard before we can play."

I hesitated, but quickly realized I had no choice. Between the chastity cage between my legs, and all the video footage they'd already recorded, I could hardly say no. I reached up with my hand to take hold of his cock.

"Uh-uh, no way faggot. Not your hands. Your mouth."

I gulped, then nodded. Slowly, I opened my mouth. Matt took a half step forward and his large cockhead entered my mouth. I ran my tongue under the head, and slowly began sucking. The taste of lube and Sara's ass was overwhelming. I could feel it getting larger in my mouth, already larger than I was. Not that my dick was anything but small at the moment, trapped inside the steel bars.

"Oh, yeah, he's a natural," Linda taunted. "Look bitch, watch your husband slobbering down Matt's knob."

I glanced over at Sara, her eyes wide as I performed oral sex on the cock that had so recently been in her ass. Her facial expression was a strange combination of arousal, curiosity, and contempt. I wondered how our marriage would look after this night, and it was hard to imagine a future where she loved and respected me. Still, it was better than thinking about the cock continuing to grow inside my mouth.

Matt's cock had enlarged to the point where he was now face fucking me, thrusting his hips forward and back. I gagged and started to cough, but he roughly shoved his cock back between my lips, and grabbed the back of my head to keep me from getting away again. His pace sped up until all I could do was to close my eyes, relax as much as I could, and wait for the inevitable end. But before he came, he pulled out.

"On your hands and knees, faggot." My blood ran cold. Not this. Anything but this. "Now." I slowly moved down into position. There was no resistance left in me. "Alright bitch, lube up his ass."

I saw Sara move behind me, then felt the ice cold lube dripped onto my back and into my ass. Sara's fingers slipped between my ass checks, working the lube into my asshole. I had never had so much as a finger there before, but now my wife's finger was clearly only the preparation for what was coming.

"Okay, losers, we've got one last bet to make with you." Linda sneered at us. "Matt's going to fuck Brian in the ass until he cums, and I'm going to film it. Then, depending on what happens, this night will end one of two ways."

"Option One - Brian's prejac little caged cock cums while he's being fucked in the ass. If that happens, then we keep the chastity cage keys, and you two become our little sluts, permanently. You come over anytime we want you, or maybe we'll just drop by whenever we want either of your asses."

"Option Two - Brian holds out, and Matt cums in his ass before Brian cums in his cage. If that happens, we'll delete all the videos we've taken today, and give Sara the keys to the cage. Life goes back to normal, with just the memories of a wild night to fuel your sex life for a while."

I objected. "Nobody said anything about this lasting more than just tonight! The deal was tonight!"

"If you can keep from leaking, you don't need to worry about it. But if you cum..."

"If I cum, it still ends after tonight!" I couldn't imagine a lift where this happened regularly.

"If you cum, you're our slaves. We'll hold your keys, and we've got all this video of you. You won't want to upset us, trust me."

Sara's fingers continued to work my ass. If anything, they had sped up, and penetrated deeper. She bent forward over me, her lips close to my ear, and whispered "I'm hoping you lose, faggot." My cage immediately filled up as my dick engorged.

"Move over, slut. It's time." I felt Sara stand up, and Matt kneel behind me. Linda pointed her phone at my face, ready to record my ultimate submission to her husband.

At first, I just felt the pressure of his cockhead against my ass, but it quickly increased in pressure. I found myself clenching, resisting it. "Relax, baby, it'll be easier if you just relax." Sara was coaxing me into giving up my own ass! Ashamed as I was, I realized she was right, and did my best to relax.

The pressure gave way to a stretching, and a painful almost burning sensation. He was inside me! I was getting fucked in the ass by another man! He kept pushing in further, and further, slowly getting more of his cock inside me. It felt like he had already gotten over a foot inside, but he kept pushing more and more. It felt like hours before I finally felt his body press up against mine, fully inside me.

"Ready, faggot?" I nodded silently. He began thrusting in and out.

The pain increased initially with his movements, but then I started to feel... pleasure. It was unlike any sexual experience I had felt before, but it definitely felt good. I tried to think of baseball, or taxes, or anything that might help ensure I didn't lose this bet.

Matt's pacing continued to increase, and after a few minutes I could tell he was getting closer. His panting behind me served to further my humiliation, but I began to grow my confidence that it would just be a few more minutes and I would be free of this nightmare. And then I felt it - a gentle rubbing on my nipple. My eyes opened in shock, and I saw Sara kneeling beside me. One hand rubbing her cunt, the other rubbing my nipple.

"Cum, you little faggot. Cum so I can have his cock all the time."

It hit suddenly, like a white light blinding me from the back of my skull. My orgasm was so intense, I passed out.

I woke up, laying on the floor, with cum dripping out of my ass, utterly defeated.