1. The Wager


    Date: 10/19/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: BradCarpenter, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    Bill’s sexy dream was getting really wonderful when the damn alarm blared. He threw his right hand at the snooze button, desperately trying to keep dreaming. It was not fair to be jarred out of his dream just as Catherine Zeta-Jones was fondling his cock. Bill lost the battle to stay asleep and opened his eyes slowly. Through the haze of sleepy eyes, he saw a shadowy figure bending over him and the bed. Gentle fingers still fondled his scrotum and cock. He thought he heard whispering; the mental fog lifted a bit more and he recognized his wife’s voice. "Good morning, Darling. Do you really want another snooze, or would you rather put this wonderful erection to work?" He tried to decide which would feel better, sleep or sex. Sex won hands down. He kissed Sally. "A quickie would be wonderful, Honey. Are you ready?" "Oh, yeah. I am so wet and ready. Come here and put your big, hard cock in me." She was no longer whispering. He was surprised when normally quiet Sally became unusually vocal and repeatedly lifted her hips and forced him into a more rapid rhythm. He tried to make love to his wife with long, slow, tender strokes; but she was having none of it. "Pound your big cock in me. Oh, that feels so good. My God you are so deep." Sally’s frenetic rhythm had the springs squeaking. Bill was afraid that all the noise would wake their sons at the other end of the hall. His worries lasted only a moment, as his little head took command and he soon forgot everything but their morning ...
    romp. "Faster, Stud, faster." Sally spurred him on. "Oh, Bill. Don’t you dare stop. I’m coming. Please. Please. Please. Oh, God!" Her vagina shuddered in orgasm and his cock responded by filling her with cum. Her thrashing gradually slowed and she settled into the bed under him. Sally pushed him off. "You better get your cute, hairy butt in the shower or you’ll be late for work." He glanced at the clock and his big head realized that she was right. He headed for the bathroom as she pulled on a pair of lacy lilac bikini panties. After his shower, Bill returned to the bedroom to dress. "Come over here." Sally patted the bed beside her. "Today is the day for our little wager." Bill was puzzled. He searched his memory for what she could possibly mean. It finally dawned on him. A few weeks ago, Sally had been talking about an article in one of those magazines she reads -- never buys -- in the supermarket checkout line. The article said that men think about sex every seven seconds. Bill told her it was just an urban myth. She responded that it didn’t matter if it was seven seconds, seven minutes, or seventy minutes; men still spent a lot of time thinking about sex. One thing led to another, and eventually he bet that he could go twenty-four hours without thinking about sex. Sally said "You’re on," but then seemingly dropped the topic. Now Sally sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but a loosely tied terry robe and those lacy lilac bikinis. Bill was sure that there was no way that ...
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