I’m not the best judge when it comes to betting money. I always lost more than I won, and sometimes in humiliating ways. For example, my wife Susan bet I couldn’t finish the “Spicy Burrito Mega Challenge, Finish This Burrito and It’s Absolutely Free” at La Cocina. Try to picture me, a big athletic guy like me, taking one bite of that burrito and immediately grabbing the water-pitcher and drenching myself to extinguish the inferno. Here’s a word of advice: don’t fool around with ghost peppers. Or for another example, back in college, one time I bet my buddies I could get this hot chick’s number. Well, I started chatting her up, everything was going smoothly, but then my buddy ran up behind her and flipped up her skirt.

Soon she was laughing and giggling and playfully punching my buddy in the chest. He told her about the bet and she laughed even harder, she ended up giving HIM her number. The worst part of all is I had to hand over the $20 I’d just lost right in front of this chick. So I gave him my Andrew Jackson, my face beaming red, and you know what he did? He folded it, reached into the girl’s shirt, and tucked it in her bra like she was some stripper! That got her laughing even harder. My other buddies came over to join the fun, all at my expense. Before you knew it, this chick was making out with my buddy and everyone was cheering and whooping, and as for me, I was down twenty bucks and thinking about all the ramen noodles I’d be slurping that week.

The worst bet of all was at our housewarming party. I was feeling nervous meeting all our posh new neighbors. I never lived in an upper-class suburb like Cherry Hills before. I had just landed a big job with a dream salary. I was new money and I felt out of place. My wife Susan, on the other hand, was a natural socialite, she was making friends with everyone. Well, the party was winding down, some of the guests had left, and it was just a few of us chilling in the living room, sipping drinks and chatting. We were talking about how society is so much more tolerant of interracial relationships nowadays. How it seems like wherever you look, you see white guys with asian girls; black guys with white girls; Chinese guys with black girls. “It’s just a fad,” I said. “Girls rebelling against their upbringing. In a few years it’ll go out of fashion.”

There was this well-dressed black guy names James there who lived on our street. “You sayin’ us homies is a fad?” he said, deliberately speaking with a hood accent. We’d been chatting with James for an hour and he was actually highly educated. He was the head of HR at a big insurance company, and he’d been impressing everyone with scandalous HR stories.

“I’m just sayin’, it’s cool now because crusty old white folks hate it,” I said. “Once they’re gone, it won’t be so hip any more.”

“I’ll make you a bet,” James said. He put an arm around my wife Susan’s shoulder (they were sitting on the new couch) and pulled her into him, making her giggle and push him away. “Bet you a thousand bucks in one year your pretty little wife here’ll be pregnant with a black baby.”

Well, I didn’t know where that came from all of a sudden, but it seemed like easy money. “Deal,” I said. “Dumbest bet you ever made. Just so you know, Susan and I are actually planning on a baby of our own. And in case you’re color-blind, neither of us is black. So you just lost yourself a thousand dollars. I’m a generous man, I’ll let you off with five-hundred… If you mow my lawn for a summer, that is.”

“Oh snap,” he said. “White boy’s pretty confident!” Then, to my wife: “We’ll see who mows whose lawn, pretty girl.” She just gave him this innocent smile.

That night in bed Susan was affectionate. We were doing this thing where we cuddle up, with me lying on my back and her on her side so I can massage her shoulders while she rubs my chest or my dick. She loves when I rub her shoulders and her back. I especially love rubbing her lower back, she’s got such a nice shapely body, I love all her beautiful curves. She was idly kissing my neck and absent-mindedly rubbing my semi-hard penis. We were both worn out from hosting the party and it felt so good to lie down.

“Darling,” she said. “Did you know it’s not the first time a partner made a bet about me?”

“What do you mean?” I said.

“Back in college, this hot football player bet my boyfriend he could make out with me.”

“And did he?” I said.

“Well, part of the bet was my boyfriend couldn’t interfere. So the football player came over to play XBox with my boyfriend, and he was hardcore flirting with me. I kept expecting my boyfriend to do something, but he just kept playing Madden with this frustrated look on his face. I figured as long as my boyfriend could see everything and was making no move to stop it, I had his permission. Things kept escalating and I couldn’t believe my boyfriend was still just playing his game. Darling can you picture me in my sorority outfit, letting this big football player put bursa escort his hands all over me? You know, when a guy like that is touching a girl her inhibitions evaporate if her man doesn’t step in. I felt like such a slut, but I was really excited. I sat on the couch with him, right next to my boyfriend, and we started making out. My boyfriend got up from his game looking all pissed and stomped out of the room. But I just kept on making out with that beautiful football star. I would’ve stopped if my boyfriend just asked me, it actually made me feel resentful that he didn’t say anything. I felt like my boyfriend deserved to be punished for not protecting me, like it was right for me to punish him by making out with that football player. I guess I knew what I was doing was wrong, so my mind made that up to justify it. Later I found out about the bet and I felt totally vindicated. Like, if my boyfriend was gonna make a bet about me, he deserved to get cheated on.”

For some reason my wife’s story got my dick hard and I know she knew it because she was still rubbing it. Fortunately she spared my feelings and didn’t make any comments about it. Still, I know Susan pretty well and I’m pretty sure gears were clicking in her head as she felt my penis swell up.

“I sure hope you don’t do anything like that to me,” I said.

“Actually you know what’s interesting?” my wife said. “James looks a lot like that football player I made out with. That’s why I remembered that incident on the couch. You wanna hear something weird?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“That night after I made out with the football player, my boyfriend was really horny. I was still mad about the bet so I teased him about it. ‘Did you like watching me make out with that big sexy black football player?’ I said, rubbing his dick. I was expecting he would shrivel up but the exact opposite happened. His dick got harder. I was having fun punishing him and I guess he was having fun too, at least his thingy was. ‘Darling,’ I said. ‘Your thingy is getting so hard. Are you excited thinking about little Suzy doing nasty things with her big black stud? Did you like when I kissed him? Did you like how he had his hand up my shirt? Maybe next time I’ll do more than kissing. Does that get you excited darling? Do you like imagining your little Suzy being naughty with your hot friend?'”

I wanted to make fun of Susan’s boyfriend for being a cuck but I’d be a hypocrite since my own dick was hard as diamonds. Susan didn’t say anything about my raging hard-on but she kept idly rubbing it and I knew she was aware of it.

“I’m glad you got that out of your system in college,” I said.

“Mmmm…” Susan said ambiguously. She repositioned herself so she could suck my hard dick into her mouth. She certainly didn’t get her dick-sucking addiction out of her system in college. I ran my hand through her soft hair while she gave my stiff member some much-needed attention. I’m so lucky to have a wife who loves blowjobs. I’m a firm believer in the importance of oral sex for a healthy, loving marriage. While she was loving me with her mouth, I closed my eyes and started picturing her story. I didn’t want to imagine it but somehow I couldn’t stop, as if she was sending the images into my mind through her oral ministrations. In my imagination it was me playing Xbox while Susan made out with that football player. Only I didn’t know what he looked like, so my mind replaced him with James. I could see the contrast of James’ dark skin and Susan’s lighter complexion. I could see Susan nibbling on James’ lips. Then Susan stopped sucking and climbed on top of me to ride me. My dick was harder than ever and Susan’s pussy was super wet. What I said at the party earlier was true, now that we had some financial security we did want a family. Susan was off the pill and we were letting nature take its course. What I didn’t mention to James was that nature had been taking its time, and we were starting to get worried. It was five months now and no sign of pregnancy. In a way I felt good about making that bet, I figured now I had some real impetus to get my wife pregnant. I mean I trusted Susan completely, she would never cheat on me, but just the mere idea that I might have some competition putting a baby in her, gave my penis a sense of urgency. I came inside and Susan purred like a kitten. Then she repositioned herself so we could go to sleep together. “I love you darling,” she said. “No matter what sort of things you’re into.” Wait, what was THAT supposed to mean?

Later that week I was surprised to come home and find James lounging on the couch with Susan. She looked embarrassed to see me, which was odd because I came home the same time I always do. “Welcome home dear,” she said. “You remember James right? He’s such a darling, he helped install the water filter.” James put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into him, just like he’d done at the party. This time she didn’t giggle or push him away, bursa escort bayan she just gave me this innocent smile.

“Thanks for helping with the water filter,” I said. I took my seat on the other side of the couch, with Susan in between us. I grabbed her and pulled her onto my lap. She giggled and slapped my chest.

“Not in front of guests dear!” she said.

She slid off my lap so she was sitting between us. To my annoyance, James started rubbing her leg, just above the knee. I reached down and started rubbing her other leg, giving James a defiant look. Susan just laughed.

“You boys are so silly,” she said. Then she jumped up, “Gotta put dinner on the stove.” She wiggled her hips seductively as she went into the kitchen.

That night in bed we were cuddling again, with me rubbing her shoulders and Susan rubbing my semi-hard dick. I asked her about James and what else he did besides installing the water filter.

“Is someone jealous?” my wife said, giving my dick a playful squeeze. “We made passionate love! Just kidding.” Then she looked in my eyes seriously. “You might be right to be jealous. James is a dangerous neighbor. He’s smart, sexy, interested, and thanks to you, he also has a thousand dollars on the line. Honey, I hope you like competition because James is seducing me. Actually the water filter only took a minute. Most the time he was chatting me up. He’s really smart, more than you’d think.”

“What did he say?” I said, rubbing Susan’s shoulders.

“He said most guys in his position would try to persuade me with logic and reason. But he said that’s useless because a woman’s mind is more subtle. Yes, he really used the word ‘subtle’, can you believe that? He said he’s going to seduce me by appealing to my primal emotions since that’s how girls work. I told him he could try all he likes, I’m happily married, not one of his HR sluts. He laughed and put his hand on my knee. ‘Are you jealous?’ he said. ‘Having to stay at home cooking and cleaning when you could be one of my HR sluts? You could be working under me, writing memos and waiting for me to call you to my office. Picture the other sluts faces when I call you instead of them. Watching enviously as you wiggle your sexy hips into my office. Then the door shuts and the other sluts get so jealous they hate you.’ I pushed his hand away. ‘Don’t put your hand on me,’ I said. ‘My husband’s not home.’ He put his hand right back and started rubbing my leg. Baby there’s something hypnotic about James, I was letting him rub me and I was just staring like a deer in the headlights. My pussy was wet and I think he could smell it. I think he could smell how horny I was because I could smell how horny he was. It’s never like that with you darling, no offense, I feel so much safer and more relaxed around you. But with James I feel tense, like I’m flirting with danger. Baby please don’t be mad but I let him move his hand up my leg. He started rubbing me through my panties. I was so embarrassed because he could feel how soaking wet I was. It’s weird baby, when he felt how wet I was, I felt totally naked. Then I involuntarily spread my legs just a little. It made me feel so guilty and ashamed, I thought I’d just die.”

I wanted to scold Susan for letting James in. I wanted to tell her she’s not to see him any more. But my dick was so hard, how could I possibly say something like that? I knew exactly how Susan felt because I felt the same way, I was so embarrassed because my pretty wife could feel just how horny I was. She was still idly rubbing my dick, obviously aware of my aroused state but too diplomatic to verbally connect it with what she was telling me. I felt naked too, just like she told me she felt when James was rubbing her. I mean, I *was* naked, Susan and I were lying naked in bed, but somehow I felt even more naked because I couldn’t hide my bulging erection after hearing my wife’s story. So I knew exactly how Susan felt, I knew she felt trapped, like she was watching something out of her control. I knew she felt scared watching something inevitable and impossible to stop. My heart swelled with love and I knew she needed my husbandly comforting. So I hugged her close.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I understand what you’re going through. I’m here for you and I love you no matter what.”

“Thank you darling, I needed to hear that,” Susan said. She repositioned herself so she could give my aching penis some comfort too. As she kissed and nibbled on my dick it felt more intimate than usual, somehow knowing we were going through this trial together made me feel closer to her. Susan paid extra special attention to my dick that night, giving it those little butterfly kisses I love so much, even kissing the balls. Then she put in some extra effort to get me as deep in her mouth as she could. Susan has never been able to deep-throat me, but she put in the effort to do the best she could. Finally after an extra long oral session she got up and turned escort bursa herself around facing me so she could lower her pussy over my lips. I loved eating Susan’s pussy but she was always self-conscious about it so this was a special treat. After letting me eat her for awhile she backed up and planted my dick inside her. Then while slowly wiggling her hips to massage my dick, she leaned forward so I could take her pretty pink nipple in my mouth. I love sucking Susan’s nipples while she rides me. That, along with the naughty talk we’d just had, combined to bring me to a quick climax. At the last moment, Susan suddenly pulled off and wrapped her hands around my dick to catch my sperm.

“Why did you pull off?” I said, after recovering from my orgasm.

“I don’t know,” Susan said. “It’s hard to explain. It’s like everything’s moving so fast all of a sudden. Your new job, the new house, James and everything… I don’t know what was going through my mind, it’s like I forgot we’re trying for a baby and my mind said, ‘What if you get pregnant!’ and I suddenly had to pull away. Honey I’m so confused.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “I understand what you’re going through. I’m here for you and I love you no matter what.”

A few days later I got another surprise. Susan was all dressed up like we were going out clubbing. “Wow, you look amazing,” I said. “Is that a new dress? Are we going somewhere? On a Tuesday?”

“James is coming over,” Susan said. She searched my face, studying my reaction. “We’ve been texting and he keeps demanding to meet me. I told him after last time I’m not comfortable without a chaperone.”

“What’s his excuse to come over this time?” I said. “Did the water filter break?”

“No excuse,” Susan said. “It’s officially a date. Honey don’t worry, that’s his words, not mine. I think the whole thing’s silly but he kept insisting on a date. Finally I said he could come over but only if you’re home. Honey this could be an opportunity for you to get things under control. Tell him to forget the whole bet. Hell, just give him the thousand dollars, if that’s what it takes.”

“If the whole thing’s silly then why are you dressed like that?” I said.

“Honey, in case you didn’t notice, we’re in Cherry Hills now,” Susan said. “These people are high class. We’re not starving college kids any more. James may be a horndog but he’s also head of human resources for the biggest insurance company in the state. Come on,” she grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the bathroom. “Help me get ready.”

“I don’t know about this,” I said, obediently helping her fasten the straps on the back of her dress. “James is gonna try to worm his way in your panties again.”

“That’s why you’re here darling,” she said, turning around and giving me a peck on the cheek. “How do I look?” She struck some poses. It was the kind of dress made for a hotwife, the kind a girl can show as much or as little skin as she likes, just by adjusting her position in her seat.

“You look like a million dollars,” I said. “If you were another man’s wife I’d try to steal you too.”

“Is my makeup okay?”

“Perfect,” I said. “You could have any man you wanted.”

“Darling you know I only want you,” she said. She grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the bedroom. “Which panties do you think James will like?”

Evidently she’d put some thought into this. There were three options laid out on the bed, all of them brand new, I’d never seen them before. On the left, there was a frilly pink pair of panties with little bows and ribbons. On the right, there was a delicate lace thong, it looked like you might tear it if you breathed too hard on it. “What’s this?” I said, grabbing the panties in the middle. They were plain white cheeksters, but they had a Queen of Spades on the front. I couldn’t believe my wife would buy panties with a Queen of Spades! Of course I knew what the symbol meant. But I played innocent. I didn’t want Susan to know that, yes, just like every husband out there, I’ve watched enough porn to know a Queen of Spades.

“You naughty boy, I didn’t think you’d choose those!” Susan said, like she didn’t hear my question. She grabbed the panties and sat on the bedside to pull them on.

“No,” I said, “I was just asking what the symbol is.”

“The Queen of Spades?” she said. “It’s very bold. Wives wear it to tell the world they’re sluts for black men.” She’d finished putting the panties on and she went to the mirror to admire herself, pulling her dress up to make sure they looked good on her. “James texted me about it. He says they’re in fashion here in Cherry Hills. He says it’s always the husband’s idea. I thought he was making that up, until you picked them just now. You totally proved him right!”

Just then the doorbell rang. I went to answer it while Susan did some last-minute fussing to make sure she looked perfect. James was well-dressed and he greeted me with a handshake. We made smalltalk in the living room until Susan floated out. Damn she looked amazing. I wished it was me having a date with her. Susan greeted James with a kiss on the cheek. James kissed her on the lips and grabbed her ass cheek. “Stop it!” Susan said, but instead of doing anything to stop him she wiggled her butt encouragingly.