The Risky Size Game – Part 3

Over the last couple of weeks, Becca and I continued our fun date nights that involved her going in to a bar alone with me following in about 20-30 minutes later. Every single time, she never had any issue gaining the attention of men. Every time I walked in…there was one or two sitting near her, often vying for her attention. I found myself sometimes staying back for a few more minutes upon arriving, just to get a glimpse of the scene unfolding…how she reacts, how they react. I remember her initial concern when we first talked about doing this. “What if something goes wrong?” she asked. A small part of my brain unwilling to part with that concern. “What if”….what if she found herself attracted to one of these men? What if they were more persistent the more we did this? What if something happened and I was unable to swoop in and ‘save’ her? As these questions flooded my mind, I’d see her reach out and touch their arm. They would do the same. Occasionally their hand would come down on her knee for a moment or two before bringing it back. I knew men…they were baiting her, trying to slowly lure her in. Trying not to scare the fish away. I made my way to the bar, the only open seat about 4 away. There was a couple next to me who were in a deep private conversation, a guy next to them talking with Becca and another guy on her other side. She was engaged in convo with both of them, giggling, smiling, biting her lip occasionally. She enjoyed the flirtatious nature of our game. “Bartender” I said, raising my hand. “whiskey and 7 up please”. My wife glances over at me, a smile forming on her face. No matter how many men hit on her, she is mine and she always goes home with me. Eventually, the couple next to me leave and then I notice the gentleman to my wife’s left checks his phone and realizes he has to bail too. I see him give my wife a sensual touch on her arm, thank her for the lovely conversation, and then leaves. I now had several seats open so I took my drink and moved a bit closer to her. As I eavesdrop on her conversation with the guy to her right, I kept an open ear for maybe an opportunity to slide into the conversation. I hear the man mention something about salsa dancing and my wife enthusiastically expressed her interest to pick it up one day. About that time a salsa song started playing on the juke box. He extended a hand to her and asked if she wanted to try, that he would love to teach her. I saw her finger moving around the rim of her wine glass..unsure of how to proceed. She gave a glance in my direction and realized I had moved closer. “Um..I’m not a good dancer…I’m so nervous I think I’d embarrass myself” she said. “Nonsense….I’ll lead and you follow, it will be fun!” Before I could even try to interject to get her attention maybe toward me, he had led her off the dance floor, with her glancing over her shoulder mouthing the words “I’m sorry!”. For the next 10 minutes, I sat there watching this stranger twirl my wife around, hold her close, and use salsa as a sensual and erotic way to get close to my wife. The jealously was building up inside me, but I also had a strange sense of arousal at the same time. She looked so sexy, and she appeared to be having fun. I found myself growing in my jeans. Eventually, she makes her way back to the table, sweat glistening off her next and chest, drawing any red blooded man’s eyes to her exposed cleavage. He excused himself to the men’s room which left her and I alone for a few minutes. “Having fun hun? I asked? “Oh my god…I’m so sorry hun. I wasn’t expecting that and I didn’t really feel like I even had the time to try and stop it and ruin our fun game. I figured a bit of dancing wasn’t going to harm anything. Are you mad?” Becca said with concern. “I admit I’m a bit jealous…but this was some of the risks we knew when we decided to do this. For men to flirt with you, and for me to get the rewards. Did it turn you on? I asked Becca. “Don’t be upset…but yes, I’m a bit wet right now. He was a good dancer, I felt his hands on my hips pulling me close and even on my butt a few times. And Brian…I felt “him” against me” she said, nervous. “Him?” I asked. “his…his cock Brian. He was hard. I felt him against my leg and even my butt at one point. “Was…um, was he big?” I asked, realizing my own nerves were causing me some confidence issues. “I can’t tell…it didn’t feel as big as yours, but he was very hard. I think that is why he went to the bathroom, maybe he felt a bit embarrassed”. I saw him coming back from the bathroom. I told Becca we should probably try to exit the situation because I wanted to take her home and fuck her brains out. As he approached my wife, he noticed me and that I was in a conversation with Becca, his competitive alarm bells going off. “Did you have fun dancing Becca. You are a natural…you did fantastic” he said with a smile. “I did! You are so good…thanks for not letting me embarrassed myself! she exclaimed He smiles, and glances over at me. He reaches his hand out and says “John…and you are?”. “Oh, I’m Brian, nice to meet you. I was just getting to know Becca here as I saw she was alone”. I said. “Oh she wasn’t alone, I had to step away for a bit but I’m back, so if you wouldn’t mind” he said with a snarky tone. “Um, well we were in a conversation just now and I’d like to finish it, wouldn’t you Becca?” I said looking at her. This was the type of thing Becca wanted to avoid with our game, the uncomfortable moments. “Um yea, we were just talking about the local dog park, as we both have dogs we take there, we just have never had the chance to run into each other” she said, a lie off the top of her head. We didn’t own a dog. “That is fascinating. Well Becca I’d love to maybe move this conversation of ours maybe away from the bar, if you would like to get out of here” John said. “Um, well I know we just met, I was hoping to stay around here a bit more, I’m out of a relationship for 6 months now, just trying to move a bit slow” she responded…knowing she was making stuff up on the fly.”You know, if you want, maybe we can meet at the park this weekend, let our dogs and ourselves get to know each other a bit more” I ended up chiming in. “Oh that sounds kind of fun..I think I’d like that” my wife ended up saying. John appeared to be getting a bit agitated at how quickly I was making progress and he wasn’t. “Becca, I’m planning on attending a salsa class tomorrow night, and I would absolutely love for you to join me. I think it would be a great opportunity to know each other more, and for you to take that natural talent you have and grow upon it” John confidently said, feeling like he had an edge. “Oh wow…two great offers by two handsome men. You both are putting me in a tight spot here. I,um, need to think for a moment…I need to use the ladies room”. Both men stood up, being polite, as I left them for a few moments. Becca hastily typed on her phone to Brian. His phone lighting up as he sat there silently next to John. “omg…babe I don’t know what to do…how should I handle this…I’m so uncomfortable right now” Becca wrote. Brian was in the middle of responding when John chimed in, distracting him. “Look man…I can tell you want her…you know I want her. I was here first and I feel like you disrespected my space by cutting in. So let me have a shot and if she doesn’t want to meet with me, you can have at her. ” he said. I sat there a bit stunned, never having someone so confidently kind of push into my bubble like this, not even knowing he was talking about MY WIFE!. “Look, we are adults..we both have the same interest here, and she is a grown woman capable of making her own adult decisions. I just have a gut feeling she will be meeting me this weekend…maybe even going home with me tonight!” I said, a smile across my face, confident. “Is that so?” John replied. “She felt me earlier…she knows what I’m packing. I’m pretty sure she is dying to know what it would feel like beyond just through clothing. I was a bit shocked, again by his confidence and blunt nature of his words. “Well, maybe she would be in for a big surprise having a shot at me” I said bluntly, using my hand to grip my crotch which was already expanded a bit. “Sounds like we may have wager on our hands. Ok. How about we propose to Becca a little friendly competition. Bigger man gets his shot at her time…be in the dog park, salsa dancing, or a bedroom” John stated confidently. “You….you want to compare dick sizes?” I said confused. “Why…are you worried? Concerned?” John said with a smirk. “No…I just am not sure how you expect Becca to know the winner, what…um, are you proposing?” I nervously asked. “Let me do the talking, I’m pretty good at convincing women” John said matter of factly. Becca exited the bathroom and made her way back to the bar….upset and nervous Brian never responded to her text. She could see a bit of an animated conversation between her husband and John, unsure of what was going on. “Hey guys..sorry that took so long” Becca chimed in. “Oh that is ok beautiful…Brian and I were just discussing a potential friendly wager that we are curious you might want to be a part of, since we both care about your attention and wanting to spend time with you” John responded. “Oh…um, what kind of wager is that?” Becca curiously asked. “Oh Becca…I think you felt something while we danced out there, didn’t you?” John shared with her, raising an eyebrow. Becca’s eyes went wide, her face reddening, her fingers gripping her wine glass. “Um…I, um, could tell…um….yes, I um felt something” “Good, that is good. I hope it felt a bit, sizable, if you catch my drift. I’m proud of it. Brian here…seemed to suggest while you were gone…that he isn’t too shabby in that department himself. ” John exclaimed. My palms were rubbing my jeans, a bit nervous where this was all going. Becca looking at me, her eyes widening a bit, searching for something…realizing how sexual the conversation had now turned. Her panties, getting a bit damp in the process. “Oh…um…wow….sounds a bit like, um, a dick size contest” Becca blurted out. John smiled. “Your head is clearly in the right place…that is exactly what it is. My suggestion to Brian here was…a little friendly competition…a judge of one…you, and winner gets to take you out this weekend. ” John officially proposed. “Oh..wow, um….I don’t know….I like you both, I um, don’t know what to say” Becca nervously said, while her fingers twisted a bit at the hem of her skirt, her long legs cris-crossing, her clit throbbing a bit from the movement. “We head out to the parking lot. There is a place in the corner, not visible to anywhere else…we won’t be disturbed. We show you, you determine the winner, and the loser heads home without your number. Can you do that?” John said with confidence and a look of determination. Becca looked at Brian for some kind of pleading look, fearing things can get out of hand, and wanting to go home…she was officially in her most uncomfortable mental space with this game they have had so far. Brian’s cock was filling up…he was aroused at this competition. His memories reliving their first experience…seeing his cock on display for others to see, dwarfing the smaller man. He could see his wife’s breathing, her rosey cheeks…she was aroused and he wanted to waste no time so he could get her home and fuck her brains out. He felt confident he wouldn’t lose to John. Brian’s arousal winning over rational logic he blurted out “Yea, let’s do it. ” leaving Becca’s mouth agape. “Great!” John said, standing up and rubbing his hands together. “Follow me” he said, before even Becca could response or accept the challenge. She and I both stood, her looking back at me, pleading to end this…for us to go home. Me mouthing the words “It’s ok, I got this” while nodding my head up and down. “Ok” she whispered back, her eyes showing doubt and concern. All three of us exited the bar, and headed in the direction John was leading us. As he promised, we ended up around the corner of the bar, in a dimly lit area but clearly away from other people, cars, and concerns. “So…here is what I propose. Since we are exposing ourselves to this beautiful woman…I think it’s only fair she gives us some, uh, visual inspiration to assist us in our little competition” John said. “Oh. What, um did you have in mind” Becca asked. “While I consider myself a gentleman and would never do such a thing such as this prior to a formal date, due to the circumstances with this, um, competition….how about you pull up your top for us” John proposed. My cock was already thickening while simultaneously my body was shaking…knowing this stranger after 45 minutes was already asking to see my wife’s tits. She had beautiful tits, despite breast feeding two children…they were full C’s with nipples that loved to be played with, that always hardened quickly. Becca looked at me for approval or re-assurance. When she saw I didn’t object, she sighed and bowed her head in defeat, however, the heat in her crotch growing steadily as memories of that particular night flooded her brain. The sight of their friends nice cock followed by the sight of her husbands dwarfing the friends caused her clit to throb, clouding her own judgement as her arousal and desires began to overtake logic. “Ok” Becca said, a simple phrase. John was already rubbing the front of his pants as Becca reached for the bottom of her shirt, taking a deep breath, and slowly raising it up. John was biting his lip, Brian’s breathing rapidly increasing…the first time his wife has ever exposed herself to someone. His cock already beginning to throb. Her finger tips catching the side of her bra, as both the bra and shirt escaped her breasts, freeing them into the open air, bouncing. The light chill in the air hardening her nipples. “God damn” I heard John say out loud. “Those are beautiful Becca”, his cock hardening. “Fuck yea” I heard myself say out loud. “Um…whip them out boys, lets see. I want to see you get hard” Becca said, before fully comprehending what she said, biting her lip. John was first, his hands going to his buckle and he undid his belt, following by unbuttoning his fly. His bulge clearly visible thru his jeans already…and impressive bulge. His jeans slowly slid down revealing boxer briefs and a veiny outline thru the fabric. My own hands were already unbuttoning my jeans in the process, with John ahead of schedule. His underwear lowering, as a beautiful upward curved thick veiny cock appeared. The head shiny, swollen. I looked at my wife, who was staring at it, her mouth open, eyes wide, realizing it was the 2nd cock she had ever seen that wasn’t mine. He had a very aesthetic cock, one I could tell caused a lot of gspot pleasure. “Wow…oh my god” I heard my wife say out loud. “How….big are you?”. John said with a smirk. “Almost 8 inches baby, about 5.2″ around” My wife bit her lip, her panties soaked, her clit throbbing. She knew he wasn’t as big as me, but the sight of another gorgeous cock was playing with her mind. She was dying to touch herself, but she couldn’t get herself to do it in front of a stranger. Just then, my cock was flopping out, hard and throbbing. Despite my wife seeing my cock a thousand times, I knew she was addicted to it as she bit her lip and said “Fuckkkk” out loud. She realized how turned on she got with these fun little cock competitions. She liked showing me off, feeling proud she was married to such a big cock stud…a man who had so many amazing qualities as a husband, but a nice big thick cock that always took her breath away…sometimes literally. “Damn…” I heard John say, his confidence and ego taking a bit of bruising. “Nice man…nice”. “You too man…wow” I said back to him, realizing I was complimenting another mans cock. “Um…wow guys…just wow. Two hot fucking studs. Jesus christ” Becca said, doing double takes at both of us. A secret though flashing thru her mind….of John in her mouth as I fucked her doggy from behind. Her pussy dripping. She shook her head of the thought…never ever wanting to cheat on Brian. She knew she needed to get fucked, really bad at that moment and needed to get Brian home immediately. She wanted his cock in her mouth the moment they got in the car. “Well..um guys…I um, think Brian here narrowly wins..but fuck…what a close contest. John, um, I really enjoyed tonight, and um, maybe we will talk again soon” Becca expressed. “Becca…it was a pleasure, and I would absolutely love that if that (as he pointed at Brian) doesn’t work out”. With that, John pulled his pants up, buckled them, and walked off back toward the bar. My wife walked over to me and looked me right in the eye “I can’t believe we did that. I can’t believe you agreed to that. I can’t believe I agreed to that”. Her hand gripping my shaft and stroking it, as she expressed to me how horny she was and needed me so bad. We realized nobody was around, so we snuck back a bit into the darkness of the corner we were in, out of sight even more, as I bent my wife over and slid into her soaking wet cunt. We fucked standing doggy style hard for 5 minutes as she came 3 times…her hands gripping the side of the building. My free hand wrapped around covering her mouth…her moans fading into the night sky. I told her I was going to cum and she turned around, kneeling onto the gravel, sucking her juices and my cock as the moonlight shined upon us. Soon I was blasting jets of my hot cum into her mouth, which she steadily swallowed, something she rarely has ever done in our marriage. She usually spits, but this time she was so aroused she didn’t care. She drained every drop of cum from me, my entire body full of tingles as my knees buckled. I looked down at her as she took her finger collecting any loose cum from around her lips and jaw and sliding it into her mouth. I stood her up, giving her a kiss, even taking a bit of myself in the process. We began walking to the car, both our legs feeling like we did a 45 minute leg workout at the gym. On the drive home, my wife masturbating on the passenger seat, her legs spread, her glistening pussy on display, to two more massive orgasms. By the time we pulled into the driveway, she was asleep in the seat, her legs and pussy still on display, her finger laying on her clit. My cock was hardening again, as I gently woke her up and got her into the house. That night, we fucked for another 45 minutes as I unloaded into her perfect cunt, both of us falling asleep, completely drained. It was a risky contest with someone who almost won. We should have stopped after this. We should have…