A Wager With Sadie: 025 The Finale!

The question dumbfounded him. And as he sat frozen on his throne, the sight of his wife’s naked bottom—with her ass cheeks split by Quan’s massive nestling manhood—mesmerized him. The way she swiveled against it, pushing her pussy down into Quan’s pubic patch. The greedy, hungry look in her eyes. The pause only momentary, he was sure of it. If he said nothing, Sadie would do it, would put Quan’s unprotected cock inside her.

So he said nothing.

Sadie fell forward, putting her hands on either side of Quan’s neck. She dropped her mouth to his, and Quan kissed her. His hands smoothed her side.

She put her weight to one arm, and there was that hand of hers, appearing between her legs, her fingers like a claw, clamping on the wicked girth of Quan’s black manhood. She eased forward, putting her chin up and facing the headboard. Quan suckled at her throat.

She nestled that fat bulbous end of him, the foreskin rolled up to half-cover it, put it in the moist nest of her sex. Then her legs flexed, and she eased backwards.

Teddy watched as the pink muscles of her sex stretched, then engulfed Quan’s shaft. His bare cock was going inside his wife.

Sadie slapped a hand up on the headboard to steady herself, the other hand on Quan’s chest. Lifting herself, getting upright again, being careful.

She got on her knees, hands on Quan’s stomach, and moaned as his huge size pushed deep inside her again. Every inch disappeared up inside her as Sadie sat down in Quan’s lap. Quan’s balls bunched up below Sadie’s perfect round butt cheeks. Her toes curled, the scrunched soles of her feet flexed. She swiveled in place, riding on Quan’s lap with that whole thing deep in her body. She craned her neck, Quan caressed her chest and collar and throat. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them. Sadie slapped hands over the back of his hands, held them tight against her tits as she started to bounce in his lap, fucking him.

Teddy was up. Up off the chair, moving to the foot of the bed. He got close, putting a hip down between Quan’s feet, watching as the man’s cock went in and out of Sadie as she bounced on him. It got Sadie singing again, long warbling notes of pleasure as Quan held her waist now, and began to pump his hips to meet her flattening bottom.

Sadie came before Quan did. Gasping, “Yes, yes, yes,” and thrashing forward, her long honey-blonde hair whipping against Quan’s cheek. She folded against him, her elbows on his chest.

Quan’s big hands came down to cup both globes of her bent over rump. He pulled her wide, showed Teddy her winking back hole, showed Sadie’s husband what his wife looked like with her pussy split by a huge cock. Then he worked it in and out of her, his balls pulling high.

He pulled and pushed her rump, and that big cock drove in and out of her, the membranes of her sex stretched thin and tight and gleaming wet, hugging his girth.

Quan was going to come inside her.

Sadie wanted it. Sadie would know if it was okay. And he never said yes. Or no. This was on her. She wanted him to see this. So he watched.

At last, Quan roared, heels dug into the bed. He pushed his hips up off the mattress, lifting Sadie right off the bed. Sadie warbled and cried, feeling this man who wasn’t her husband coming inside her. The thick table that ran the underside of Quan’s cock flexed over and over, and his balls roiled in their sack. He dropped down, roared and lifted again. Giving Sadie a full blast of his huge firehose.

Sadie loved it, roaring in ecstasy, head nodding and hair thrashing. Quan lifted her again, coming more, ejaculating more. Filling Sadie’s belly up with his pearly seed.

At last he exhaled a bellow of victorious air. A thread of laughter laced inside it. Sadie moaned, still emitting a high thin whine of pleasure. Quan collapsed on the bed, Sadie draped on him like she was lifeless.

That was the hardest part, sitting there in the quiet aftermath.

Now it was done. It was over. The spike of pleasure dissipated, and this gaping chasm was left in its wake. Sorrow and shame swirled to fill its place, but he hated that feeling so much, he thumped his fist on his thigh.

He jumped up, whipped off his shirt, unlatched the belt from his waist and thrust down his shorts and underwear. He stepped out of them. Prowled onto the bed, looking for his wife. He spanked her bottom, and she laughed and moaned. He pried a shoulder toward him and she rolled off Quan’s chest. His huge cock made a slurping sound as it pulled free from Sadie’s tight interior and slapped heavy on his stomach muscles. It glistened wet, and semen slid from the slit.

He pulled Sadie so she was off Quan and on her back, her head in the pillows. And with Quan laying spent on the bed next to them—this huge muscular man on his back, chest heaving for breath—Teddy spread his wife’s legs open.

Though she was foggy, she was smiling, and she opened to him. Raised her knees like she’d raised them for Quan. Sadie’s pretty pussy was reddened, sex flesh full and plucked. A thin pearly dribble ran from her slit to her anus.

He plunged his hard cock inside her all the way, using Quan’s ejaculate as lube. He flattened his chest against hers and took her mouth. She locked her legs behind his back as he pounded into her. She bit his neck, scratched his scalp, sucked on his earlobe.

“Fuck me hard, Teddy,” she said.

And he did. But not for long. Ten thrusts was all he had before his balls pulled tight and he bubbled over inside her.

He ejaculated like a rocket ship, full jetting squirts into her tummy. His seed mixing with another man’s. The orgasm was the most intense and powerful he’d ever felt. Like he’d taken the wonderful sexuality they had before, lay it flat like pastry dough, then sprinkled it with sugar filled it with caramel and folded it over and over again.

He and his wife had entered into a strange odyssey together. And they’d conquered it. He got what he wanted. Sadie definitely got what she never knew she wanted. And right now he was reclaiming her. Reminding her who was in control. If she wanted to get fucked like that, he was the bouncer at the nightclub door.

“I fucking own you,” he said, grabbed her hands, laced his fingers between hers and pulled them up to the headboard. Though he’d come inside her, launched what felt like a gallon into her pussy, he still fucked her. Looked her in the eyes, possessed her completely with his gaze. “Fucking own you. You’re the most beautiful thing in the world and I fucking and love you and I own every bit of you.”

Sadie gasped, her mouth fell open, and she humped her pelvis into him.

“Fuck me,” Teddy she said, and he did. Never lost his erection, fucked her again, did it good. No acrobatics, no screaming and thrashing like with Quan, but he held his wife’s hands at the headboard and pounded into her while she writhed with love under him, her legs locked around his back.

Sometime in the night, the bed jostled him awake. He checked over his shoulder, lured by the sounds hidden sounds of people trying to be quiet. Whispering. Sadie and Quan. Trying to be careful not to wake him. Sadie on her side, Quan with his arm around her, big hand squeezing her tits. He was curled against her back, spooned. He was putting his cock inside her.

Teddy lay there and listened to his wife trying to restrain loud gasping pleasure while Quan slowly fucked her and whispered dirty things in her ear.

* * *

Another beautiful morning on Ninh Van Bay. It was going to be smooth sailing for the rest of the week. It was only the first few days of the vacation that had been disappointing.

Her whole body felt loose and limber. Her stomach was a little tight, and her pussy definitely stung. Stung, but a steady thudding heartbeat throb in her hot sex felt pleasurable.

It had been the absolute fucking of a lifetime. The most incredible experience. Like all you ever had before were rides on the tram on the outskirts of the amusement park, then one day, someone whispers for your attention, waves you in while no one’s looking and lets you ride the ride no one’s supposed to. The special one. The one they talk about when they think no one is listening. And from the tram, next thing you’re going 150 miles an hour in a runaway open-air cart. Loop-the-loops, pinned by centrifugal force, ratcheted up to death-defying heights then dropped off in a thundering free-fall only to be whipped back up again, making your stomach do that squirrelly turn-over thing.

She rode it a couple times last night. Once while Teddy watched. Twice while he slept. The man deserved his rest after what he’d put himself through. No way on earth to figure why he’d ever wanted that, but the experience was incredible. If that’s what floated her Teddy Bear’s boat, she would definitely be the captain.

The three of them lay on the bed. Her naked. Teddy naked. Quan naked. She was in the middle, face down. Teddy on her right, on his side with his back to her. Quan on her left, laying on his back. She watched him breathe. The movement of his ribs, the relaxed and softer now-sleeping muscle. The thatch of pubic hair, that huge dick she couldn’t see but knew hung down to the bed between his legs. His handsome jaw, his profile.

Quan’s arms were over his head, one hooked above her head, the other hand under his own braids, tilting his chin forward. She kissed his tricep and wriggled her fingers in his armpit. Kissed him again on his arm, watching his eyes flutter.

He came awake, groaned, and his eyes finally opened. He tilted his face to her, white tropical morning light like liquid on his unshaved cheek and jaw. Fuck, he was handsome. She said, “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” he said, and the arm hooked above her head lowered till his hand touched her shoulder.

She kissed his arm again, not wanting him or her to fall back asleep. As much fun as it had been, it was time for Quan to go. For now.

“It looks like a nice day out there,” she said.

She struggled to waken herself, shifting higher on the pillow, pushing out an arm and stretching, her hand rotating on her wrist. Quan’s hand went to her breast, thumb on her nipple, and it got her biting back a yawn.

She laughed, curled her fingers around his hand and pulled it down to rest on her stomach.

Quan got the picture.

“That was really something last night,” she said, smiling for him, letting him know she liked it.

He said, “It was. But you know what?”

What?

“No offense, Sadie, your hand job wasn’t that great.”

He laughed when he said it, and she laughed too.

“You barely gave me a chance,” she said.

“We needed to fuck.”

“I guess we did.”

“There’s always next time.”

She laughed again, lightly, looked over her shoulder at Graham asleep next to her. She said, “I’m probably going to want to fuck the next time, too.”

Quan made a low sound in his throat, one of lubricious appreciation, his hand stroking her naked side, eyes looking up and down her body. She loved the way his eyes felt on her. There was something dark and swirling about being with a man who wanted you for one thing.

“You’re like a Ferrari, Sadie. Something wild and powerful and so fucking sexy—and something to be admired for the way it races your heart when you put the pedal down.”

She darted her lips to his and kissed him. “I guess that makes you the big rig,” she said and swept a hand down his hard muscular body, eyes on his, finding his sleeping man meat. Shocked at how much weight it was in her hand, and how it filled her grip.

“I can’t wait for next time,” he said and kissed her.

She let his cock and balls go and caressed his body again. Their lips parted.

Quan shifted out of the bed and sat for a moment, looking out the window at the tropical view. She admired his black silhouette, the sheer powerful masculine outline of him, the breadth of his shoulders, the muscle of his large arms and the narrowness of his waist.

He said, “I’ve got a class to teach at eight. I better get a move on.”

She said, “I’m going to sleep in,” rolling onto her stomach again.

Quan stood and showed off more masculine silhouette: his huge dangling penis.

She said, “We’re here for five more days.”

Quan admired her naked back and ass, standing by the bedside and rubbing his chest. He said, “I hope this is going to be more than one time.”

She said, “That’s up to Teddy Bear. You’ll have to ask him.” She looked over, saw him still sleeping, said, “Don’t wake him. You know, let me do the asking. I can get my way with my Teddy.” She winked and scrunched her nose, and Quan stooped to kiss her lusciously, holding her chin.

He stood. “I’m going to see you in class today?”

She shrugged a shoulder. “See how long I sleep in.”

He laughed, leaned and spanked her ass.

She laughed and yelped, then bit her lips, not wanting to wake Teddy.

Then Quan was gone, striding to the doorway across from the foot of the bed. She heard him gather his things in the living room, then pad down the hall and leave through the front door.

She sighed, chuckled, groaned and rolled to face Graham’s back. She slipped an arm around him, hand on his chest, and purred.

Teddy’s hand went over top of hers.

He said, “You didn’t have to chase him away on my account.”

She laughed and kissed between his shoulder blades. “How long have you been awake?”

“Off and on all night.”

“Did we wake you?”

“When you were fucking?”

She scrunched her nose. “Did we wake you?”

“Yeah, but I liked it.”

“Both times?”

“What, twice?”

She nodded yes with her chin planted in his collar.

“I guess I missed one. So, you didn’t want to fuck him this morning?”

“I want to sleep in with my Teddy Bear,” she said, and Teddy hugged her arm. She threw a leg up on his hip and nestled her cheek against the back of his neck. In a minute, they’d both fallen back to sleep.

EPILOGUE

Page twenty-seven was a real doozy. He re-read it, his mind twisted with the most wonderful torment.

A fellow named Carmine, a soccer player who Sadie wrote had the biggest thighs she’d ever seen, ended up with Sadie after a party at Archie’s Room. Was Archie a person she knew and the party was at his room, or was there an establishment called Archie’s Room? He didn’t know. Didn’t care. It wasn’t important. The important stuff happened after the party anyway.

Sadie—a young and oh-so-innocent Sadie, but also oh-so-pervy—took this Carmine back to her dorm room, knowing her roommate was sleeping at her boyfriend’s place that night...

He was sitting in a shaft of early Saturday morning sunlight coming through the balcony window. Plopped down low in his favorite chair in the house: the thick comfy leather one in their bedroom. Outside the open balcony door, birds flitted from tree to tree, rattling the bird-feeder. Out beyond that, on the pond, someone paddled a kayak. His bare feet were propped up on the upholstered ottoman, the front of his pajama pants tented out with his hardness. This fucking book.

It had been his Christmas gift. An absolute overwhelming wonder…

Back in Carmine’s dorm room, circa 2011, a virgin Sadie—his virgin fucking wife—was curious about Carmine’s penis. She’d actually written that down. It was right there in front of him. He ran his finger under the line repeating it:

I always wondered what he might have. What it would look like.

What was it, Sadie baby? Was it the big thighs that got you wondering? Or something else? She hadn’t divulged in her dick diary. But she found out that night what Carmine had between his legs. And apparently, it was pleasing:

Big balls, super saggy scrotum. Dick was normal length, but really thick.

Fuck, every page was like this. Fucking 31 different guys. How she met them. What she did with them. All with her hand. Musings on how she was too timid to have sex. Wasn’t sure she was ready. But how much fun it was using her hand. 31 epistemic anecdotes, carefully described with personal annotations. It fucking made his prostrate ache.

Sadie swept in the room from the master bath, coming near the bed and tossing her toiletry bag onto the mattress with her folded clothes. She wore a skirt. No top, just her bra.

Over the top of the book, he said, “You going like that?”

“Think I should?” She turned around and jerked in place to get her breasts bouncing in the black frilly thing.

“Nice bra,” he said. “Sexy.”

“Yeah,” she said, “I bought it on Thursday. It was like 200 bucks.”

“Worth it,” he said. Then: “Hey, Sade, what made you curious about this guy Carmine?”

Her back was to him. “Who’s that?”

“The soccer player. One with the big thighs.”

She picked up a shirt, turned, began to fold it against her bare stomach, eyes turned up in thought. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He said, “Says here”—running his finger under the line—“always wondered what he might have. What it would look like. This is about Carmine. What made you wonder?”

“Gosh, Teddy, I don’t remember. Tell me about him.”

“Sadie, the soccer player. He had huge thighs, he had... Do I need to go on?”

“Yeah, okay, I remember. The guy with the big thighs. Played soccer. That was his name, Carmine?”

“I don’t know,” he said, wagging the diary at her, “I’m getting it from your book. You don’t remember?”

She cocked her head, one hip out, with her hand at her waist. Her brow lowered. “Teddy, the pages are all dogeared.”

“It’s mine now anyway. I can do what I want with it.”

“You’ve only had it a few months and look at it. If any of those pages stick together...”

“I scanned them.”

She chuckled, thinking he was joking. “I swear I really thought I’d thrown it out. And I swear, if I’d found it the day before we went to Vietnam, I definitely would have thrown it out for sure this time.”

“Not my precious,” he said, hugging her diary to his chest, not looking her way.

Then he was in the dark, Sadie tossing an unfolded shirt over his head like a hood. He snatched it away. “I’ll be careful with your book. Trust me: it’s the best gift anybody ever gave me.”

“I can see that,” she said, nodding her chin in the direction of his crotch.

He gripped his erection and presented it to her, the knob end poking out the cotton fabric. “This is going to kill me...”

“The book?”

“This weekend,” he said, then wagged the diary at her. “And the book!”

Now she came to him, her face compassionate. She put a knee on this favorite leather chair and got over top of him. She caressed his neck, ran her nails through his shaggy beard. “I love you,” she said.

“I love you too,” he said, and pooched his lips. She kissed him. He set the book down in his lap next to his hard-on and stroked her bare sides.

She thumbed his cheeks and looked in his eyes. “You’re sure about this?”

“Sadie, we talked about it...

“I just want to make sure...”

“Sadie, baby…”

“I know,” she whispered. “We talked about it.”

He smiled. “Tell me how much you want it again.”

“Don’t make me do that.”

“It’s my favorite part.”

She moaned, thumped her forehead against his brow, hugging his head. “I want it so bad,” she whispered.

He hissed air in past clenched teeth. “This drives me so crazy.”

“I know it does.”

“It drives you crazy too, you know it.”

She sighed, closing her eyes. “I really am…”

“Excited?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

She kissed him again, and her hand went down his stomach, began fumbling with his pajama pants. She thumbed open the single button of the fly and brought out his cock. She got on her knees—right down on her knees—at the side of the couch, and began to suck his cock. He palmed her beautiful hair, watching her head bob up and down, feeling the hot liquid pleasure of her silky mouth.

Later tonight, she’d be doing this to another man. She would be sucking another man off. And then later, that man would toss her on his bed, somewhere in Providence. Lay her out and fuck her all night long. Make her come over and over again. She’d be back on Sunday night. Relaxed, dispossessed of this anxiousness. Satisfied.

And was he mad, was he worried?

A little worried, yeah, but would there be any fun at all if he wasn’t?

He would enjoy his own anxiety all weekend, wondering what his wife was doing. Knowing what it was like. Having seen it all before. And when she got home on Sunday . . .? Well, his heart was already bursting, what would Sunday night be like?

He chuckled, let his head fall back onto the leather chair. Listened to the soft sticky slurping of Sadie’s mouth tonguing, licking, and sucking. The room quiet, just that lubricious sound and gently singing songbirds.

“Stop, stop,” he whispered.

She slowed. He stroked the top of her head, guided her neck to get her mouth off him. “I want to save it.”

She wiped her bottom lip, looking up at him from the floor. Those gray-green eyes sparkling in Minnesota springtime sun. She was incredible. She said, “You don’t want to come?”

“I want to wait. I like it when it hurts.”

She tongued the corner of her mouth, considering what he said. She said, “Suit yourself. I was going to swallow and everything.”

“Save it till Sunday.”

“What if my mouth and jaw are sore?”

He picked up her diary again, but set it down. “Are you going to let him come in your mouth?” He wanted to say the words out loud so bad, but once he began speaking his chest tightened and he sounded out of breath.

She smiled as she stood, turned and went back to the bathroom. She paused at the doorway, said, “I’m not sure yet. Probably. I’ll let you know what I do.”

His stomach tightened hard and fast and he grunted.

“I have to put on my makeup,” she said and returned to the bathroom.

He went back to her college diary, reading about big-thighs Carmine and his fat cock, tracing his finger down to find where she’d written about how far the guy shot his load and how it ruined her cotton sweater.

* * *

The airport limo arrived at 5 to 1. She had all her things packed in a carry-on bag. Flight to Providence today at 2:15. She’d be having dinner with him tonight, and afterwards…?

“Take care,” Teddy said.

She went to her toes and kissed him, patted his chest. Then she slung her bag over her shoulder, but Teddy took it from her. “I’ll walk you out.”

They walked together down the driveway and the limo driver stepped out, moved rearward and opened the back door for her. She slid herself inside, feeling light and airy, and tantalized for what would come next.

Tonight would be exciting. If she could just get rid of these tight twisting strings in her tummy. She laid a hand on her stomach, nerves consuming her. But then Graham was there, filling up the space of the opened back door. He leaned in, kissed her again. He tried to pull back, but she gripped the neck of his T-shirt to hold him in place. They kissed longer, then she said, “I’ll call you when I land.”

“Text me.”

“I’m going to text everything,” she said.

“Don’t be afraid of videos.”

“That’s up to him.”

Teddy nodded, said again: “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she said, those tight strings in her stomach working her way up into her chest now, making her voice thin and quiet.

Teddy smiled, recognizing her anxiety. “Have fun,” he said, checked to make sure she was secure in the cabin, then closed the limo door.

She watched Teddy the whole time the limo driver got himself set and then pulled away from the curb. She waved to Teddy, turning around in her seat and even waving through the back window. Then they turned onto Willow Crest, and her husband was gone.

She took a deep breath, withdrew her phone from her purse. Thumbed it awake, scrolled to find the number she was looking for. Quan.

She texted.

Sadie: on my way. See you at five

She smiled. Then:

Sadie: Can’t wait to see you!