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It started as just another poker night with my best friend, Carl. We’d been doing this for years. Just the two of us, a few beers, some cards, and a little friendly trash talk. I was feeling lucky that night, maybe too lucky. I kept betting higher, convinced I had him beat. But after a couple of rounds, I realized I was in deep. I had already lost more than I could cover.
Carl leaned back in his chair with that smug grin he always had when he won. “You’re tapped out,” he said, shuffling the chips like he owned me. I tried to laugh it off, but my stomach was twisting.
That’s when he dropped it. “Tell you what. Forget the money. Let me have a night with your wife.”
At first, I thought he was joking. My laugh came out shaky, but Carl didn’t smile. He just stared at me, waiting. My face went hot, and I didn’t know what to say. Pride kept me from backing down. I didn’t want him to think I was weak.
When my wife walked into the room to ask if we wanted more drinks, Carl looked right at her, then back at me. “So? Deal or not?”
I swallowed hard and nodded. My wife froze when Carl explained, her eyes wide, but I didn’t stop him. I could’ve said no, could’ve told him to get the hell out, but I didn’t. Some part of me wanted to see what would happen.
Carl stood up and walked over to her, taller, stronger, and grinning like he had already won more than the game. She looked at me, searching for some kind of sign, but I just sat there, my dick already getting hard in my jeans even though my chest felt tight.
He kissed her, and she pushed him back at first. But then he grabbed her ass, pulling her against him, and she gasped. I saw her body soften. My wife, my fucking wife kissed him back.
They stumbled to the couch, Carl’s hands all over her, lifting her shirt, sucking her tits while she moaned. I couldn’t move. I just sat there, watching my best friend undress the woman I loved. She looked more alive than I had seen in years, biting her lip, her eyes half-closed as his fingers slid into her pussy.
When he pulled his dick out, she stared for a moment before wrapping her lips around it. The sound of her gagging and moaning filled the room, and my dick throbbed in my pants. I wanted to hate it, but instead, I stroked myself, watching her take him deeper than she ever took me.
Carl bent her over the couch and shoved his dick inside her. She screamed, not from pain, but from how good it felt. I saw her dripping down her thighs, heard her begging him not to stop. Every thrust shook her body, every moan drove me crazy.
I thought it would hurt, seeing it. But instead, I came in my pants watching her get fucked by my best friend, harder and better than I ever managed. She didn’t even look at me. She was lost in him, in that moment, like I wasn’t even there.
By the time he finished inside her, my wife was shaking, sweaty, and smiling in a way she never smiled with me. Carl leaned back, satisfied, and smirked at me again. “Hell of a deal, huh?”
And all I could do was nod, knowing he had won more than just the game.
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