Bet

He was your wife's ex and always thought of her as the "one that got away." 

When she asked if he could come over for dinner when he was in town, you agreed, thinking you'd be the one in charge, thinking you'd show him you were the one that won her over.

But there was something in his inner confidence that bothered you, like he knew your game and wouldn't play it. Dinner went well enough, even though it was like he was in charge, like it was he who was rubbing it in your face.

After dinner, you moved to the living room for what you thought was a nightcap before sending him on his way. "Will you grab a bottle of wine," she asked. 

When you came back, she was sitting on the couch talking to him, not too close, but close enough. 

Drinking the wine, he looked at your wife, grinned. "Pantyhose or stockings?" he asked, looking at her legs.

"Todd," she giggled.

"She...she wears pantyhose," you said, annoyed he'd stare at her legs like that, let alone comment on them.

He chuckled. "For you, yea, I asked what she's wearing for me."

"For you?" you stammered, "why...why would she..."

He held up his hand, silenced you. "How about a little wager?" he asked.

"Wager?"

"A little wager," he said. "If she's wearing pantyhose, she's wearing them for you and I'm finishing my wine and calling it a night."

You looked at your wife's legs. "Of course she is."

"Fine then. But the wager. If she's not. If she's wearing stockings, that means she wore them for me and she'll do what she used to do for me."

"Todd!" your wife gasped, "you're terrible."

He ignored her, stared at you. "Bet or not?"

You looked at your wife but he snapped at you. "Don't look at her, look at me. Bet or not."

"What...what did she used to do?" you asked.

"No, no, no," he said, "bet or not. Did she dress for me or you, bet or not? If she dressed for you, who cares what she used to do. If she wore stockings for me, you'll see soon enough."

"Todd, please," your wife said. 

"Bet or not."

"She...she'd never..."

"Bet or not..."

"Bet," you blurted out.  

"Hon," your wife whispered.

"Well?" he said, grinning. 

"I'm wearing..." your wife started to say.

"Oh, no," he stopped her, "you show, you don't tell."

"Todd," she said.

"I'm not having you lie, show," he said. "Take your dress off and show."

"I am not taking my dress off," she said.

"Fine," he agreed, "but you're raising the hem then and showing."

"Todd..."

"Show," he said.

Your wife sighed, stood up, lifted the hem of her skirt. You gasped when you saw the dark welt of stockings, garter straps, something you'd never seen on her before. "Monica," you stammered.

He grinned at you, chuckled. "Told you she'd dressed for me," he said.

"I...we..."

"Go on," he looked at her, "you remember; I assume you've been thinking about it for days."

"Fine," she said, sitting back on the couch, leaning back on the arm. 

You watched as she stretched her leg out, seductively took off one heel then the other, moved one stocking covered foot towards his lap. Your eyes went wide when you saw the huge bulge in his pants, wider still when her foot touched him and she started rubbing it with her nylon covered foot.

"Say it," he said.

"Todd," she groaned.

"Say it," he said, "a bet's a bet."

"Todd," she looked at you.

"Say it," he commanded her.

"I...I want it," she whispered.

"Say it," he said again, enjoying himself.

You wanted to stop her, but couldn't take your eyes off her foot rubbing his cock. You wondered how he controlled himself, how he didn't shoot his load the second she touched him. 

"I...I want your cock," she said, voice soft but pleading.

"Where?" he said.

"In...in my mouth," she said.

"Say it," he said again.

"I...I want your cock in my mouth," she said, eyes begging him.

"Where else?" he asked as your eyes went wide.

"I want your cock in my mouth and my pussy," she said, rubbing him.

Mesmerized, you watched as he reached down, undid his pants, pulled out his monster cock, thick, long, hard. "Assume she never did this to you," he said as he reached over and pulled her head towards him and you watched a cock enter your wife's mouth for the first time.

"N...no," you croaked.

"Enjoy, loser," he said, "because you and I both know she never will."