I had just fucked the wife of my best friend because he was obsessed with pro football. He bet on a game where his wife would go out on a date with me if I won.

I won.

The Broncos had come through for me.

And so had his wife. My debt was paid to an extent I could never have imagined.

His wife, Sally, had been so angry he would use her as a stake for his gambling addiction that she insisted on paying off his debt, even though I had tried to simply to blow it off. He had exacerbated the situation by going on a Super Bowl weekend trip while she had stayed behind at home.

With me.

I had only expected to have the pleasure of her company at dinner. As it had turned out she was dessert.

I was now relaxed in my friend’s marital bed, reclining next to his wife. I looked over at her naked body and marveled at her beauty and my friend’s stupidity.

Though I had just filled her pussy with a load of my sperm, just looking at her sent a spark to my cock. Without prompting, it started to re-inflate.

I rolled over and kissed her and let my mouth wander down to her perfect breasts. Her nipples were erect and stood out from her round areolas as I suckled her. Her breasts were full, fleshy and receptive to my focus on them.

“Mmm, that feels so good. My asshole husband never pays enough attention to me. I might have to keep you around. Would you like that?”

“I absolutely would like that, but we’ll worry about that later. Right now I’m just starting,” I said.

I sucked and gently bit her nipples as Sally released a moan while my left hand played with her moist slit. Cum dribbled out of her slit. I slid farther down her body and she opened her legs farther. Her bald pussy glistened from the lovemaking we had already shared. A trickle of our combined cum dripped from her swollen slit as I licked her and sucked her clit.

She tasted salty.

I had never eaten a pussy after I had just fucked it, but Sally was enjoying it and started to grind her crotch into my face. I decided I liked eating messy pussy if it was with Sally.

“Eat your cream pie,” she said. “Fuck me with your tongue, baby.”

Her dirty talk was sexy and nothing I imagined I would ever hear from her.

I loved it.

I propped her legs on my shoulders and licked her and cleaned her pussy. It was the most erotic thing I had ever done. Suddenly Sally convulsed as an orgasm rolled through her body as I ate her out. I clamped on her clit and sucked.

“Oh my god. I’m fucking cummming!!”

I released her clit and kept kissing her crotch, making out with her labia until she relaxed and released legs that had been clamped around my head.

I wanted to keep tasting all of her. I kissed her lower lips again and then licked her perineum as she started groaning again. I kept her legs open and probed her brown, puckered rosebud. I pushed my tongue into her asshole.

“Oh my god! What are you doing?!?”

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

“No! Fuck! Don’t stop.”

I moved my right thumb to my mouth and spit on it. Then I rimmed her anus before I started pushing my thumb into her back door. As it broke through her tight sphincter Sally groaned again and I could feel her quivering.

“That feels so fucking good,” she gasped.

I saw a bottle of lotion sitting atop her nightstand and reached for it after I removed my thumb from her ass and used it to lubricate her back door after I turned her on her stomach and placed a pillow under her, raising her hips.

Sally knew what was coming and reacted like putty in my hands.

I leaned forward and kissed her right ear and whispered, “If I hurt you and you want me to stop, just tell me.”

“Mmm, go slow.”

I generously lubed my cock and pressed against her anus. The lotion was slippery and I felt her rosebud opening up to my slow but constant onslaught. The helmet of my dick suddenly broke through and was gripped tightly.

“Stop! Stop!”

I held still and hesitated. After a few moments, as I was motionless, I felt Sally backing into me. I was getting enveloped by the tightness of her dark passage at her own pace. Her anal tunnel gripped me and I felt every bit of my cock held in a sensation that was indescribably intense and pleasurable and erotic. After just a minute my cock was firmly planted inside Sally, balls deep.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” she said in a whiskey voice that sounded like a different woman.

After a pleasurable eternity I felt her pull away from me. I stayed motionless until she had moved to the point where only my cock head remained in her. She started to back up and I pushed forward slowly.

Sally had raised her hips and ass up off the pillow I had placed under her stomach. Her face was on her bed’s mattress and her ass was raised up. She looked like she was posing the Adho Mukha Svanasana yoga position (Downward Dog).

“Go slow until I get used to this. I’ve never had my asshole fucked.”

I was astonished that I was fucking Walt’s wife and her virgin back door. Our pace had picked up speed as Sally groaned beneath me. She was rubbing her clit as we fucked and my tightly held cock was rapidly getting ready to explode inside her rectum.

“Oh fuck,” I shouted, “I’m going to cum!”

“Don’t stop!! Don’t you stop!”

I was now, we were now, fucking as fast as we had been while my dick was in her sensual pussy.

Sally cried out unintelligible words and I felt the vibrations of her orgasm rocking her body. I was triggered by her climax and I unlocked a flood of my sperm into her dark passage.

I collapsed onto her back and our sweaty bodies were slippery against each other’s. My cock was still firmly held inside her ass and I felt it pulsing against her anal walls.

“Baby, that was incredible,” Sally said. I kissed the side of her face.

After a few minutes I audibly popped out of Sally. Now cum was dribbling out of her rectum.

I got up first and went to her master bathroom and relieved my bladder and found a washcloth and cleaned my cock. Sally walked in and sat on the toilet and released a hard stream of piss. Neither of us was embarrassed by our nakedness and the bodily functions we had exercised.

I took her hand and we went back to bed.

Sally looked at me and said, “The Super Bowl is two days away. Would you like to spend the weekend here with me? I still don’t think the bet has been paid off.”

“You’re right. I still have a lot to collect.” Just then her cell phone rang and when she looked at the caller ID she saw it was her husband.

“Are you going to answer that?”

Sally said, “No. I’m paying off his debt.”

“I hope you don’t any regrets. I don’t. And I need to figure out how to keep you.”

She smiled and said, “Okay.”