TITLE    : Jeff Carter & My Wife
STORYID  : jeff-carter-and-my-wife_2008
SUMMARY  : Down on his luck friend wagers the seduction of my wife.
AUTHOR   : tripleg24@lit
DATE     : 2008-01-29
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |cuckold|cuck|wimp|sissy|jock|bully|bet|real man|watches|


I let my friend Jeff move in with my wife and I a few months ago. That proved to be the beginning of the end of all that I took for granted.



The long and short of my life's story: I was a very successful executive at a famous Newspaper advertising company. My wife, Laryssa, owns her own sports bar, and Jeff was down on his luck. I met him at a video store we both worked at in our early 20s, and 5 years later, his financial situation was not getting any better, while mine was. I decided to throw him a bone and give him some work at the mail room at my job, but my wife, after meeting him, offered him a busboy position at her bar, as it would have paid more, post-tips.  Jeff's past bartending experience landed him a promotion as head-bartender just a week later.



Laryssa and I haven't had sex in ages, but I just chalked it up to work. After Jeff moved in, however, she it seemed like she was getting hornier by the day...but she never asked me to fuck her. Believe me, I tried to instigate things between us, but she non-chalantly brushed me off with each of my attempts. There were times I came home late and caught her and Jeff caught up in their own conversations on the couch, sometimes watching a movie cuddled up together on the couch&#x2014;my couch that I paid for &#x2013; and as the days passed, they seemed almost oblivious to my presence, almost like I was in their way.



Jeff was bringing in wads of cash after quite some time working at Laryssa's bar, more than enough to get his own place with, but when I suggested it to her, she seemed almost panicked that he would leave, that she liked having him around. I told her he would probably want his own pad, but before I could ask him, my wife made me realize how silly a question it would be. After all, he was living with us rent-free, and we had all the luxuries most people only dream of.



I finished work early one day and decided to head to my wife's bar, and my heart almost stopped when I saw Laryssa sitting on Jeff's lap in her office, in her executive chair, her face buried in his neck. He had a smile on his face; his head cocked back, a huge bulge in his pants. I cleared my throat and both of them jumped at my presence, Laryssa jumped out of his lap while Jeff got up, winked at me and left the office. It was too awkward of a situation to bring up, so I didn't, and Laryssa and I talked about anything besides the elephant in the room.



The day afterwards I opened Jeff's bedroom door to discuss getting his own place, and he had just exited the shower, naked and dripping wet, reaching a towel on the bed. My eyes went immediately to his package: his balls were enormous, like a giant orange, completely shaved, and his tool was really thick. It was fat, at least 3 times the size of mine. I don't know how long I was standing there, but by the time I looked up at him, he was almost completely dry, his right eyebrow cocked at me. Then he grew an ear to ear smile on his face, which turned to a smirk, shook his head and told me to get out, his demeanor acting like he just figured out something...



Later on Laryssa and I were having dinner while Jeff worked at the bar, and she told me about a bet he made with the boys at the bar. It was at this point that my life had forever jumped the shark. One of the busboys told Laryssa that Jeff had made a bet with the other employees. He told them he could have his cock in her mouth by the end of the month. All of the boys took Jeff up on the bet, putting up $100 each, as they knew she was married, thinking of Jeff as some shlub. Jeff didn't tell them how he would do it, only that it would take him less than a month, and that when he did get his cock in my wife's mouth, that "she'll do whatever the fuck I want", those were his exact words, she claimed. I didn't tell my wife that I came in my pants at the table when she told me that.



My day at work was very unproductive the next day, all I could think about was Jeff's bet. Sure, boys will be boys, and that's just how guys talked, and sure it was a rather expensive bet, but he was making some good coin at the bar...but I kept linking his bet to the reaction he gave me when he caught me staring at his package. I realized that he knew I wouldn't be staring if I had goods just as big as his, if not bigger. He realized what I saw was foreign to him, and that he had something to offer my woman that I couldn't. My heart was racing, because while my wife looked like a knockout at under 30, and every single guy who saw her wanted her, she always had a thing for jocks, for bullies, for tough guys, for studs...like Jeff, who fit the profile. Jeff was built like a linebacker, stocky, husky, big football player hands...while I was built like Jimmy Olsen, only meeker.



I called my wife in panic, asking her why she told me about Jeff's bet. She told me that while she was highly offended at first and almost fired Jeff on the spot upon finding out, the thought turned her on like she had never been turned on before. Here she was, her perfect life, all men kissing her ass, and here comes this kid beneath her, my friend, no less, assuring that he'd have her way with her. She said she came home early that day, lay in Jeff's bed, smelled his pillows and fingered herself while sniffing his dirty laundry. I made another accident in my pants when she said that. 



This was getting out of hand though, and I left the office and rushed right over to the bar. I decided to be a man about it! I would go there, give my friend a piece of my mind, and put my woman in her place! I parked the car in the parking lot, walked right into the door and froze there, as Jeff sat in a barstool, my wife stood in front of him, standing between his open legs, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands caressing her ribs, and she leaned in for a kiss. A soft peck, a smile from them both, then another peck, leading to an open mouth, passionate kiss...which everyone in the bar cheered for ("whoooooo!!!!!").  My wife was whispering in his ear while he smiled and gave his boys the thumbs-up. The bet was almost about to be won, and it was only week-one!



I ran back to my car and my cell went off. It was my wife, calling to tell me she was going to the movies with Jeff, and to not wait up for her. I asked her not to, that know where this was heading, but she just told me not to worry about things, that she "had it all figured out". 



I drank more than I could handle for the next few hours at the local pub, before the bouncer threw me out, as I was telling anyone within ear's reach about what a wimp I was. I didn't get any feedback from fellow drinkers; they just walked away from me. Drunk off my ass, I managed to find my way home, realizing that my wife's car was parked in the driveway. I stuck my key in the keyhole, opened the door slowly, and watched the sight before me in my drunken haze. I could only see the back of the couch, Jeff's head cocked back, and the top of my wife's head going up and down, and her on all fours on the couch.  Jeff's left hand was raised and I could see he was sending a video of whatever was happening on the couch to someone....



I closed the door slowly and sat down on the front steps of my house. I could hear Jeff's moans getting louder and louder, shouting profanity and Laryssa...followed by cheers and laughter from them both.



End of Act 1. 

