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When he proposed to play me for $10, I’d quickly agreed and beat him five straight. The money was inconsequential; Lisa and I were solidly upper middle class, while Tony had made a fortune on Wall Street. But, Lisa delighted in teasing Tony about his lack of prowess.
They had a love/hate relationship. He was my best male friend and had been since childhood. And she was my wife, and the person who’d replaced him as the most important in my life.
He was constantly embarrassing her, making comments about her having the body of a porn star and the sexuality of a 19th century schoolmarm. He wasn’t far off the mark, and so the barbs stung all the more. And when he wasn’t teasing her about her lack of sexuality, he was coming on to her; assuring her that a night with him would change her whole outlook on sex.
So this opportunity to tease him back was one Lisa couldn’t resist. She even shocked me by throwing in a double entendre, taunting him with, “Gee, Tony, I thought you were supposed to be sooo good with your stick?”
Which is when he proposed we make the next game for $10,000 instead of $10. Which was ridiculous; pocket money for him perhaps, but we had just bought a new home and didn’t have nearly that kind of money liquid. Which is when he proposed a night with Lisa be his prize. When I balked, he quickly made his side $50,000.
I started to balk again when Lisa blurted, “He isn’t hustling us, is he, honey?”
Shocked, I answered quietly, “No, we’ve been playing for years. I win about 70% of the time.”
Without another word from me, she turned to Tony and said, “Best of 7.”
But, while Tony has ice-water running through his veins, I’ve always had trouble performing under pressure. And then there was the additional distraction of the disturbing but arousing images that immediately flooded my mind. Did I try to win? I think so. But I’m not sure, and based on the look on her face when Tony unveiled his massive cock, I don’t think Lisa is upset about the loss.
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When he proposed to play me for $10, I’d quickly agreed and beat him five straight. The money was inconsequential; Lisa and I were solidly upper middle class, while Tony had made a fortune on Wall Street. But, Lisa delighted in teasing Tony about his lack of prowess.

They had a love/hate relationship. He was my best male friend and had been since childhood. And she was my wife, and the person who’d replaced him as the most important in my life.

He was constantly embarrassing her, making comments about her having the body of a porn star and the sexuality of a 19th century schoolmarm. He wasn’t far off the mark, and so the barbs stung all the more. And when he wasn’t teasing her about her lack of sexuality, he was coming on to her; assuring her that a night with him would change her whole outlook on sex.

So this opportunity to tease him back was one Lisa couldn’t resist. She even shocked me by throwing in a double entendre, taunting him with, “Gee, Tony, I thought you were supposed to be sooo good with your stick?”

Which is when he proposed we make the next game for $10,000 instead of $10. Which was ridiculous; pocket money for him perhaps, but we had just bought a new home and didn’t have nearly that kind of money liquid. Which is when he proposed a night with Lisa be his prize. When I balked, he quickly made his side $50,000.

I started to balk again when Lisa blurted, “He isn’t hustling us, is he, honey?”

Shocked, I answered quietly, “No, we’ve been playing for years. I win about 70% of the time.”

Without another word from me, she turned to Tony and said, “Best of 7.”

But, while Tony has ice-water running through his veins, I’ve always had trouble performing under pressure. And then there was the additional distraction of the disturbing but arousing images that immediately flooded my mind. Did I try to win? I think so. But I’m not sure, and based on the look on her face when Tony unveiled his massive cock, I don’t think Lisa is upset about the loss.

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Anonymous asked: The manager of my townhouse complex looks a lot like what you describe your wife. And I know she's married, religious, conservative. Her husband is around whenever there's a complex event and he's pretty muscular and tall. What his penis size is, I do not know. Whatever the case, the coincidence is crazy enough that I'm thinking of making a story out of my fantasy. Could you perhaps help me, give me pointers? Never written erotica before. My email is emptysodabottleproductions@yahoo

Well, I’m sorry to say that I do not manage a townhouse complex, nor am I particularly tall (5’10”). But I’m more than happy to lend a hand with writing. My email is shesnotcheating@gmail.com.

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Anonymous asked: How and when did you discover you had a thing for your wife coupling with a big cock?

This a repost, but I figured it was easier than having you search for it:

Genesis

I’ve mentioned some of the reasons I fantasize about my wife being a BCS (Big Cock Slut), but there was also a real-life event that had a lot to do with it. It was the first summer I had a serious girlfriend. We’d gotten to the point where if we had a decent amount of time alone together - not easy, as we both came from big families - we’d get naked. She was the first girl I’d ever been naked with, and vice-versa. We hadn’t done it yet, but, for reasons I still don’t fully understand, I had told her that I was smaller than most guys “down there ”. I don’t think she really believed me. After all, while not the tallest guy, I was by far the strongest guy in our HS, already massively muscled.

In any event, she had a summer job as a lifeguard. In fact, she such was a beach lover that she liked to drag me there when she was off duty and I had a rare day off. I wasn’t much for tanning (I couldn’t), but I’d take a book and lots of sunscreen, and go with her.

One day, we’re there and a good friend takes the chair at the lifeguard stand. She wants to say hello, but I’m at a really good part of the novel I’m reading, so I tell her to go ahead and I’ll catch up.

Well, I lost track of time, and suddenly half an hour has gone by, and gf hasn’t returned. I go to find her, and am shocked to find her still talking to our friend. Now, I’m not shocked about them talking, I’m shocked about the tableux in front of me. Her normally unreactive nipples, I’d literally never seen them on display in this modest swimsuit, even after a makeout session, were all but tearing through her top. And, as she looked up at him in the chair, it’s clear why. From the locker room, I already knew he was horse hung. But now my gf did, too, as she was staring straight up the leg of his jams, where he was very much on display, though I don’t think he knew it, as he was completely limp.

She almost jumped out of her skin when I wrapped my arms around her from behind. She said a very quick goodbye to our friend, before pulling me away. I think she hoped I wouldn’t notice where she’d been staring. When we got back to our blanket, I wasn’t angry, but I was very emotionally confused. Nothing was said until later that night, when I kind of laughed at her for dragging me away from the chair, and told her that I knew what she was looking at.

She first denied seeing anything, but then admitted it, and made the excuse that she had told the friend I was coming, and felt it rude to leave before I did so. I basically called bullshit on that, and teased her about how her nipples told the story of a very aroused girl, rather than an embarrassed one. She denied it, though I assured her I wasn’t angry. She did, however, admit that she now understood what I’d meant about my being smaller, and admitted that she hadn’t really believed me, and still couldn’t quite believe the difference in size.

A few weeks later, I read my first wife watching story in Penthouse Letters. It aroused me incredibly, and, of course, reminded me of that day on the beach. That evening, summoning all my courage, I discussed the story with her and asked again if my buddy’s big dick had aroused her. But, while she never refused to talk about it, she denied her arousal to the very end of our relationship. Nevertheless, I dreamt time and again of that day, but with various scenarios wherein I didn’t find her at the chair, but rather in the lifeguard shack, on her hands, or on her back, taking that huge cock.

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Anonymous asked: Is there any way to know who the couple is in this video - I'd love to find and watch the whole event = referring to your February 15th post = 'my wife doesn't let me touch her like this...'

I have no idea, Just something that came across my desktop which I captioned and reblogged. Sorry I couldn’t be more helpful.

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Anonymous asked: Does your wife hold a job? Do you ever fantasize about her with her boss, or maybe even with the wiry young intern with a huge secret? Wha situations do you see her in?

Yes, she works. Though naive, she’s of above average intellect and rather successful. But, she’s her own boss, so there’s no one in a position of authority to fantasize about her being with in real life.

However, I’ve posted several captions revolving around my fantasies about her having sex in the workplace. In a couple, she’s some variation of a “Suckretary”. I don’t think I’ve posted, but I also fantasize about her being a teacher and being coerced/seduced by one or more adult students and/or colleagues. And I also have fantasies of her entering the health care profession and being “cockstruck” by a patient.

For those who’ve never heard the term, cockstruck is the experience of being exposed to a huge cock, and simply having to have it, regardless of prior sexual inhibition. It is the most common catalyst of my wife’s transformation in my fantasies. Outside of fantasies in the workplace, I fantasize about wagers (I’ve just finished a caption series on this), bold men who simply expose themselves, female friends/relatives/rivals who feel the need to get her to experience a “real cock”, men who subtly seduce her, alcohol, hypnotism, sf/fantasy scenarios. 

I’ll never live long enough to write out all my fantasies, but I’m doing my best.

Thanks for the questions, they’re always welcome. I love getting them and “talking” about it. Anyone who isn’t comfortable with doing it “publicly” can request a private reply, or email me at shesnotcheating@gmail.com

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Friday both takes forever and is immediately upon us. If that doesn’t seem to make any sense, well, my whole life feels unreal since Lisa lost the last card game. I want to discuss it with her, but I simply can’t find the words, or the courage, or the desire. Confusion reigns over my thoughts and emotions.
Finally, just minutes before she’s to leave, I tell her, “You don’t have to go, you know.”
She immediately answers, “Of course I do. I can’t welsh on a bet. Besides,” she blushes a bit, “everyone’s already seen me nude. Waitressing in the buff really won’t be any different.”
"It’s not waitressing, Lisa. Kim said you were to service the men, not serve."
She looks perplexed and asks, “What’s the difference? She just used the wrong word.” But before I can answer she glances at the clock and blurts, “Oh, I’ve gotta go or I’ll be late.”
She leans in to give me a peck on the cheek, but I pull her close and kiss her passionately, then tell her, “No matter what happens, Lisa, I’ll always love you with all my heart.”
Again she’s confused and answers, “I love you, too, honey. But you’re acting so weird. It’s like you think you’ll never see me again. I’ll see you in two hours, you silly.” With that, she turns and goes out the door.
Though she’s gone, still I reply, “I don’t think I will ever see you again, Lisa. At least not the naive woman you were before these bets started.” And for the millionth time I wonder if that’s good or bad.
A little more than two hours later, I arrive at Kim’s. Kim herself meets me at the door. She hugs me and cups my crotch, smiles wide and says, “Oh, good, you’re little cock is rock hard. You’re going to love this, though maybe not quite as much as Lisa.”
She leads me into the living room, and there the sight that greets me exceeds my dirtiest imaginings. Lisa spots me, and pauses sucking cock just long enough give me a blissful smile and to exclaim, “Oh, Jake, baby, thank you. Thank you for letting Kim transform me into a slut. Oh, I love it.”
And then she goes back to servicing cock, as i realize this is exactly what I wanted.
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Friday both takes forever and is immediately upon us. If that doesn’t seem to make any sense, well, my whole life feels unreal since Lisa lost the last card game. I want to discuss it with her, but I simply can’t find the words, or the courage, or the desire. Confusion reigns over my thoughts and emotions.

Finally, just minutes before she’s to leave, I tell her, “You don’t have to go, you know.”

She immediately answers, “Of course I do. I can’t welsh on a bet. Besides,” she blushes a bit, “everyone’s already seen me nude. Waitressing in the buff really won’t be any different.”

"It’s not waitressing, Lisa. Kim said you were to service the men, not serve."

She looks perplexed and asks, “What’s the difference? She just used the wrong word.” But before I can answer she glances at the clock and blurts, “Oh, I’ve gotta go or I’ll be late.”

She leans in to give me a peck on the cheek, but I pull her close and kiss her passionately, then tell her, “No matter what happens, Lisa, I’ll always love you with all my heart.”

Again she’s confused and answers, “I love you, too, honey. But you’re acting so weird. It’s like you think you’ll never see me again. I’ll see you in two hours, you silly.” With that, she turns and goes out the door.

Though she’s gone, still I reply, “I don’t think I will ever see you again, Lisa. At least not the naive woman you were before these bets started.” And for the millionth time I wonder if that’s good or bad.

A little more than two hours later, I arrive at Kim’s. Kim herself meets me at the door. She hugs me and cups my crotch, smiles wide and says, “Oh, good, you’re little cock is rock hard. You’re going to love this, though maybe not quite as much as Lisa.”

She leads me into the living room, and there the sight that greets me exceeds my dirtiest imaginings. Lisa spots me, and pauses sucking cock just long enough give me a blissful smile and to exclaim, “Oh, Jake, baby, thank you. Thank you for letting Kim transform me into a slut. Oh, I love it.”

And then she goes back to servicing cock, as i realize this is exactly what I wanted.

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The final card game is a nightmare. The cards are new, straight from the package. The girls are playing at our house. And I’ve recruited a friend, who has dealt professionally, to deal, so that Kim can’t manipulate the deal. Lisa plays very well. But, though she’s not Lisa’s equal, Kim knows what she’s doing, too. And the cards all go Kim’s way. In the end, Kim wins, and Lisa can only shrug her shoulders and blush. She doesn’t look too upset, and I remember that she thinks she simply needs to be a nude waitress next week. She seems to have gotten used to the nude part, and she thinks Kim meant serve when she said service.
I know differently. The week of the very first bet, Kim told me “I’m going to turn your lily-white wife into a complete slut.” I can’t believe I’ve let things come to this, and I leave the house to clear my head. I know Lisa would never welsh on a bet, so finally, I decide to negotiate with Kim.
Even as I decide, Kim comes around the corner of the house. Before I can say anything, she takes me by the hand and says, “You need to see this.”
She leads me back inside, and I’m shocked to find Lisa sprawled on the couch, naked, smiling, clearly displaying her pussy and big tits, and obviously loving it. “Lisa,” I say, “You didn’t need to get naked until next week.”
"Oops," she giggles, "I guess I’ve just gotten used to this." Then she slowly gets up and adds, "I guess I’ll go get dressed," with what sounds to me like disappointment.
As Lisa leaves the room, Kim turns to me and smiles, saying, “Tell her to be at the house at eight next Friday. You should show up about ten.”
All thoughts of protest have fled, and I simply nod my head in agreement.
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The final card game is a nightmare. The cards are new, straight from the package. The girls are playing at our house. And I’ve recruited a friend, who has dealt professionally, to deal, so that Kim can’t manipulate the deal. Lisa plays very well. But, though she’s not Lisa’s equal, Kim knows what she’s doing, too. And the cards all go Kim’s way. In the end, Kim wins, and Lisa can only shrug her shoulders and blush. She doesn’t look too upset, and I remember that she thinks she simply needs to be a nude waitress next week. She seems to have gotten used to the nude part, and she thinks Kim meant serve when she said service.

I know differently. The week of the very first bet, Kim told me “I’m going to turn your lily-white wife into a complete slut.” I can’t believe I’ve let things come to this, and I leave the house to clear my head. I know Lisa would never welsh on a bet, so finally, I decide to negotiate with Kim.

Even as I decide, Kim comes around the corner of the house. Before I can say anything, she takes me by the hand and says, “You need to see this.”

She leads me back inside, and I’m shocked to find Lisa sprawled on the couch, naked, smiling, clearly displaying her pussy and big tits, and obviously loving it. “Lisa,” I say, “You didn’t need to get naked until next week.”

"Oops," she giggles, "I guess I’ve just gotten used to this." Then she slowly gets up and adds, "I guess I’ll go get dressed," with what sounds to me like disappointment.

As Lisa leaves the room, Kim turns to me and smiles, saying, “Tell her to be at the house at eight next Friday. You should show up about ten.”

All thoughts of protest have fled, and I simply nod my head in agreement.

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After Lisa ran off looking for Kim I berated myself. What was I thinking? Yes, Kim had almost certainly cheated. Lisa was simply too good a card player to have lost that many times in a row. But, that doesn’t mean Lisa will definitely win next week if they play. Even with a new environment and a fair deck, there’s always an element of chance. And, well, even though Lisa’s already attending a party naked, I don’t think that that’s sufficient to meet Kim’s definition of a slut.
I go looking for Lisa and find her standing strangely. I ask what she’s doing and she gestures to a couple of guys snapping photos. I ask, “Was that part of the bet?”
She blushes and admits, “No. They asked…and I…well…it’s kinda flattering Jake. I kinda like….modeling.”
I look closer and notice her pussy is leaking ever so slightly. My naive wife is aroused by her nudity! Before I can comment on her posing, or her arousal, she tells me, “It’s all set up with Kim. If I win, she’ll be going naked at our house next week. I can’t wait.”
Cautiously I ask, “And if she wins?”
Lisa quickly vows, “She won’t. I’m definitely going to win this time, I just know it.”
I’m heartened by her confidence, but repeat, “Yes, but what if you don’t.”
She frowns at me and says, “I’m going to win, Jake. But, if I don’t I have to come back here the following week and get naked again.”
"That’s it", I ask, "The same as this week?"
"Well, and I have to waitress" she adds. 
"Waitress?" I ask.
And then my arousal and shame almost overwhelm me. Arousal at the words Lisa speaks and shame at my arousal, and at the knowledge that I’m not going to correct Lisa’s misinterpretation. I’m not going to protect my naive wife and warn her that waitressing isn’t what Kim means, as Lisa explains, “Well, yeah, though she used the wrong word. She meant to say serve, but what she said was ‘If you lose Lisa your journey will be over. You’ll have to get naked and service all my male guests.’ I just don’t understand why I’m only waitressing for the male guests, Jake.”

After Lisa ran off looking for Kim I berated myself. What was I thinking? Yes, Kim had almost certainly cheated. Lisa was simply too good a card player to have lost that many times in a row. But, that doesn’t mean Lisa will definitely win next week if they play. Even with a new environment and a fair deck, there’s always an element of chance. And, well, even though Lisa’s already attending a party naked, I don’t think that that’s sufficient to meet Kim’s definition of a slut.

I go looking for Lisa and find her standing strangely. I ask what she’s doing and she gestures to a couple of guys snapping photos. I ask, “Was that part of the bet?”

She blushes and admits, “No. They asked…and I…well…it’s kinda flattering Jake. I kinda like….modeling.”

I look closer and notice her pussy is leaking ever so slightly. My naive wife is aroused by her nudity! Before I can comment on her posing, or her arousal, she tells me, “It’s all set up with Kim. If I win, she’ll be going naked at our house next week. I can’t wait.”

Cautiously I ask, “And if she wins?”

Lisa quickly vows, “She won’t. I’m definitely going to win this time, I just know it.”

I’m heartened by her confidence, but repeat, “Yes, but what if you don’t.”

She frowns at me and says, “I’m going to win, Jake. But, if I don’t I have to come back here the following week and get naked again.”

"That’s it", I ask, "The same as this week?"

"Well, and I have to waitress" she adds. 

"Waitress?" I ask.

And then my arousal and shame almost overwhelm me. Arousal at the words Lisa speaks and shame at my arousal, and at the knowledge that I’m not going to correct Lisa’s misinterpretation. I’m not going to protect my naive wife and warn her that waitressing isn’t what Kim means, as Lisa explains, “Well, yeah, though she used the wrong word. She meant to say serve, but what she said was ‘If you lose Lisa your journey will be over. You’ll have to get naked and service all my male guests.’ I just don’t understand why I’m only waitressing for the male guests, Jake.”

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I’m sure any wife that truly enjoys roleplaying the slut wife eventually says something like this, whether it’s true or not. Just to get mine to rp at all seems an impossibility. But, if we ever did, and these words left her lips, I’d be completely unable to answer, caught up in the grunts and moans of my immediate orgasm.
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I’m sure any wife that truly enjoys roleplaying the slut wife eventually says something like this, whether it’s true or not. Just to get mine to rp at all seems an impossibility. But, if we ever did, and these words left her lips, I’d be completely unable to answer, caught up in the grunts and moans of my immediate orgasm.

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Adorable, but with that trace of haughty which could easily be transformed into naughty. I could easily imagine the words, “Oh, honey, I know I’ve been almost sexless. But that’s before I found out about really big cocks. I mean, can you blame me for being unaffected by your tiny one?”
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Adorable, but with that trace of haughty which could easily be transformed into naughty. I could easily imagine the words, “Oh, honey, I know I’ve been almost sexless. But that’s before I found out about really big cocks. I mean, can you blame me for being unaffected by your tiny one?”

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