The Hangman Cometh A Correction
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Lately, I’ve read a couple of stories about power struggles between spouses where a dare or challenge occurs in the presence of others and the wife is under the gun to have sex with another man. Both the wife and her husband each has can say no to the challenge and end the conflict, but each doggedly insists that they won’t be the one to back down and that the other must. The back-and-forth verbal daring goes on and on until finally, the wife fucks the guy.
Reading them brought me back to something that happened a very long time ago. My wife and I were in our twenties at the time and were invited to her brother’s home for an evening with them and one other couple. Rather than assign fictitious names to the players, because the events were complex, I’ll simplify by calling the six people me, my wife, my brother-in-law (BIL), BIL’s wife, BigDick, and Bigdick’s wife.
Over the course of the evening, a good bit of alcohol was consumed and while no one was actually drunk per se, everyone was chipper and getting flirty. I don’t remember whose idea it was to play strip poker but out came the cards and off came some clothes. It turns out that BigDick had come commando, and so he became exposed fairly quickly. And yes, this man of average build was well beyond average in his endowment. He was semi-erect at the time and his penis looked to be eight to nine inches long and about the girth of a kielbasa.
It didn’t take long for the topic of giddy conversation to focus on BigDick’s, well... big dick. BIL commented that he was jealous of his friend’s package but BIL’s wife, a petite woman, countered with an embarrassed laugh that if he was so-equipped, she would have married a different man. “There’s no way I’d let you or anyone else try to split me open with that thing.”
My wife is a teacher and opted to challenge her sister-in-law by taking a pontificating tone to say that a vagina could stretch to receive virtually any size penis.
“Oh I don’t think so, replied BIL’s wife.”
BigDick’s wife chimed in and said, “From my experience, it was a long time before I was comfortable with my husband, and sometimes, he still leaves me pretty sore.”
“Then you must be doing something wrong,” my wife said, in a snotty tone. At this point, I knew it must be the gin talking. It wasn’t like my wife to be quite so confrontational with others, although she often got up on her high horse with me.
At this point, her brother chimed in and asked my wife, “So you could handle a man that size?”
“Certainly I can, any woman could,” my wife responded with an edge of pique to her voice. This conversation was headed downhill fast. There is a mindset among some schoolteachers, that they might not always be right, but they never were wrong. My wife often subscribed to that school of thought. We had had several disagreements lately where my wife had been bitchy and condescending. This evening seemed to be meandering towards that same dark path.
“Have you ever even touched a cock that size,” my wife’s brother taunted?
“Not in this marriage,” she said jerking a sideways head nod towards me, “and not in my single days, but that changes nothing. Any woman could not only handle that cock but ride it for all she was worth!”
Shit, I thought, this is not going to end well. It felt prudent to call it a night and get my wife home before the sibling rivalry that seemed to be gathering intensity between her and her brother got ugly. On the other hand, her “Not in this marriage,” remark had stung me. Normally, I can handle good-natured pokes and digs, but this one felt like a put-down. Mildly annoyed, I decided to let them duke it out.
“I think we need fresh drinks,” BigDick’s wife said and she and BIL’s wife went to the kitchen to serve up a round of alcohol and a huge bowl of popcorn.
My wife sat there glaring at her brother while BigDick and I chatted about a recent sports event by a local team. When the girls returned, BIL tossed another grenade… “Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is,” he asked my wife?
“What do you mean,” she asked.
“You’re claiming that you can handle (BigDick’s) cock, I think you should prove it!”
“Get lost you jerk, I don’t need to prove anything to anyone!”
“Then there’s no reason for us to buy your insistence that you can,” BIL countered.
“You’re crazy if you think I need to fuck your friend there in order to prove my abilities as a woman!" my wife declared, her fists balled up close to rage. “Besides, my husband would never permit it anyway!” She emphasized the word ‘anyway’ by planting her foot on the floor so hard that glasses on the low table chattered lightly.
“Leave me out of this,” I shot back, “whatever you do or don’t do is up to you!”
With a shocked look about her, my wife said, “What? You’re saying that I should fuck (Bigdick) in order to satisfy my brother’s dare?” My wife’s nostrils flared and her eyes trained on me like laser beams.
“That’s not what I said, what I said was, whatever you do or don’t do is up to you! You and your brother are having a ridiculous discussion about how large a dick the average woman can accommodate. Who gives a rat’s ass?"
“So I’m ridiculous?” She was glaring now.
“That’s not what I sai…”
“Yes it is”, my wife interrupted. “I’ve half a mind to fuck (BigDick) right here and now to teach you and my idiot brother a lesson!”
Okay, my mistake at this point was to reply sharply, “If you have the nerve to do that and choose to, I’m off tomorrow and can be here all night. So, if that’s what it takes to shut you up then have at it!”
Ok, chalk that one up to annoyance and a prodigious amount of rum.
“So, you don’t care who I fuck,” my wife said with no small measure of insolence.
“You’re still putting words in your mouth,” I shot back. “Do I care who you fuck, yes; I’m your husband. What you’re in is a pissing contest with your brother and I notice that (BigDick) has a full-on hard-on now, so I assume he’s considering his options.”
“Yes, I am,” responded BigDick with a cheesy grin. “My wife and I swing all the time so this is nothing new to us and I’d love to hear you yelling that it’s too big when I stuff it into you.”
“So, dear wife,” I offer, “To my mind, you have nothing to prove per se, but you’ve shot your mouth off and, essentially, made a bet with your brother that I don’t think your body can cover. Why not fess-up and admit that you’re really not sure about what your ‘vag’ can and can’t handle?
Soldiering on, my wife dug in her heels and said, “I stand by my original statement, any vagina - my vagina - can accept any man’s penis.”
“You go girl,” BigDick’s wife chimed in. With that, she shot me a look and I think she was not so much encouraging my wife but challenging her to endure a painful experience in return for my wife’s rude crack that she must be “doing it wrong.”
By that time in the strip poker game, my wife was down to a pretty, matching bra and panty set; and to be fair, she looked good! Her excitement was becoming obvious by an expanding wet spot in the gusset of her panties and her turgid nipples poking through the thin material of her bra. I reasoned that unless this event turned into a fight between us, or she passed out from gin, I was going to enjoy that tight, wet pussy tonight!
Of course, I was wrong…
BIL reengaged his dare, “Okay Sis, you say you can handle anything, (BigDick) is ready and willing, his wife is encouraging it and your husband doesn’t care either way. Put up or shut up!”
I couldn’t stop myself, “Shouldn’t you have said, put out or shut up?” Everyone except my wife chuckled. My wife shot me a look so angry that there could’ve been a cold vapor surrounding it.
To BIL I responded, “Like your sister, you’re putting words in my mouth. I never said I didn’t care either way. What I’m saying is that there is a test of wills going on here that I find pointless. Whether your sister chooses to fight or fuck is her decision and she’s going to have to live with it – and with me. By now, I’m of a mind that I think my wife should back down, but it seems unlikely.”
Turning to my wife I said, “So Honey, the ball is in your court. What’s it gonna be?
“I have nothing to prove,” she replied.
“And so, what’s it gonna be,” I repeated.
Setting her jaw, my wife said, “If there are condoms here, I am going to prove my point!”
This night was getting crazy. My wife and I were not swingers – at least not yet – and as far as I knew the only other man to have sexual intercourse with her was a guy she dated in college. Again, reason fluttered through my foggy brain telling me I should take her home and let any onus for the cop-out decision fall on me. And yet, I was feeling more than a little annoyed at my wife’s behavior, and reason sunk into the foggy mist of the alcohol in my brain and I decided to give ‘wifeypoo’ enough rope to hang herself. That was the first time I ever referred to my wife as wifey-anything and it was a revealing yardstick of my annoyance with her behavior. So, as I considered allowing my wife to ‘be punished’ by an oversized cock, I realized that the very thought of my church-lady wife getting carnal with another man was making my lower abdomen tingle and my arms feel cold. God help me, I was getting seriously excited by the possibility! There were times when we’d be out and I’d notice guys checking her out and that pleased and excited me, but I’d never really thought about her with another guy, not even in fantasy.
This night was shaping up to become a game-changer in our marriage and I seemed to be holding up my end of a bargain with the Devil. What the fuck was going on, I wondered. Then it dawned on me. BIL had set up a swinger party and was pushing his sister off on BigDick. My wife and I never had considered the swinging community although we had fantasized about it a couple of times. I never told my wife this, but I had a long-held interest in BIL’s wife but never acted on it beyond including her in fantasy. Looking over in her direction I saw her with new eyes. She had lost her slacks in the strip poker game and her panties were decorated with an image of an owl with the word ‘whoooo?’ next to it. Wow!
Was that the endgame? BIL is a manipulative weasel and I’m sure he had no designs on his sister – especially since he was pushing her towards BigDick. Chances are that he was hoping to get it on with BigDick’s wife leaving his wife and me to fend for ourselves. Interesting… I also imagine that BigDicks wife might be receptive to a man with a more human-sized dick that didn’t leave her sore for days.
BIL had left the room and returned with a dozen condoms, and he handed one to his sister. “There ya go, Sis show us what ya got!”
Turning to me, my wife said, “What’s it going to be, husband. Are you going to stop this?”
“I didn’t start it,” I replied with a mildly lyrical tone to my voice.
“So, you’re going to let him fuck me?”
Jerking my head towards BigDick I said, “No, Hon, if he fucks you, you are the one letting him do it.”
Holding up the still wrapped condom my wife said, “And he will use this condom in me is that what you want?”
I didn’t take the bait. “What I want seems like a very secondary consideration tonight but, yes, if you’re going to do this, safer sex practices would be appropriate.”
Glaringly frustrated my wife said, “So you are daring me to have intercourse with this man!”
“No, your brother has dared you and you seem to want to take the dare. If you want to back out, that’s fine with me.”
“You bastard,” she hissed, “I’m saying that I can handle any sized man and will not back down from my position! Make a decision, damn you. Either support me or get me the hell out of here.”
“I am supporting you, wifey. (yes I said it for the first time) Any decision to be made here is yours. It’s your body and your ego that seems to be driving it.”
“Fuck you,” my wife barked at me.
"Fuck me or fuck someone?” was my snarky reply.
My stomach was churning as my wife got to her feet and padded over to the couch where BigDick and his wife sat. “Do you mind if I sit here?” she said to BigDick’s wife.
“Sure,” she replied getting to her feet. “Be my guest!”
I noticed that BigDick wore a grin that was almost as big as his turgid cock. I also noticed that BIL’s wife was watching me and biting her lower lip.
“Put this on!” my wife commanded BigDick and holding up the condom.
“No,” he challenged with a grin, “you put it on me!”
My wife turned to me and said, “Are you going to sit there and let him treat me this way?”
Again, being snarky I told her, “His request seems reasonable, all things considered.”
“Damn you,” she hissed and tore open the foil wrapper. I noticed that her hands were shaking.
With a Cheshire-Cat grin, BigDick began to stroke himself somewhat obscenely but restoring his full length and girth. My wife stared mesmerized by the sight and looking more than a little anxious. The only time I had ever seen my wife look so intimidated, we were still single and on a walk in the woods, when she saw a four-foot blacksnake sunning itself on the trail ahead. The irony wasn’t lost on me.
As my shaky wife rolled the condom onto the massive thing before her, she couldn’t look at BigDick. Instead, she looked at me with a mean sneer and asked, “Are you jealous of this huge dick? Are you afraid that I may be less satisfied by yours in the future? Is this what you still want?”
Okay, she had me there. Yes, my belly was ready to explode with sexual tension watching my hitherto prudish wife handling BigDick’s huge member. And yes, I’d often wished that mine was a little bigger – maybe halfway between what I have and the pound of kielbasa jutting from this guy’s groin. At this point, there’s no way I was going to acquiesce to my wife’s mean taunts. And so I took a harsh stare into her eyes, took a deep, shaky breath, and asked, “Are you still sure that your pussy can swallow that thing?”
“Fuck you!” she told me and then turning to BigDick she said, “Fuck me!”
When my wife said that to him a thrilling chill went through me and if my cock got any harder, I think the skin would split down the underside! I looked away from the sofa and saw BIL’s wife looking at me with what I inferred was admiration. I think she was proud of me for standing up to the bullshit from my wife and her husband. I also noticed that the owl applique on her panties looked like he was about to drown in her juices!
Rustling noises from the couch vied for my attention and I turned in time to see that my wife had laid back on the couch and the condom-clad man towering over her was pulling soaking wet panties down over her long shapely legs. I was stunned to see that her pussy was shaved as she’d never done that before! I half wondered if she knew what this party was about or if it was intended as a surprise for me tonight.
“Guide me to you,” BigDick commanded my wife and as she took his awesome tool in what now seemed like a tiny hand, she led the head to her sex. I watched mesmerized as he slid himself back and forth along the crease of her labia. Then, he took himself in hand and slapped his cock against her, literally spanking her clit with his dick. I half expected my wife to take one final shot at me to call a halt, but she looked glassy-eyed as if in a trance. My smartass wife was now in complete submission mode. She was his for the taking and I was a nervous wreck!
BigDick was experienced enough that he knew to go slow and a deep, guttural moan escaped my wife as he entered her with the first few inches of his body and pumped very slowly. My mind shifted to an image that was the polar opposite of what was going on. I remembered watching a documentary about anacondas and I remembered seeing one slowly draw a deer’s body slowly into its stretched mouth and down its gullet. Another moan from my wife brought me back to reality and my view was partly obscured by BigDick’s thigh. But when he’d withdraw some, it seemed like she was taking about half of his prodigious length and her opening appeared stretched to a diameter I’d seen only when she was dilating for the birth of our son.
Reading the room momentarily, I saw that BIL had moved and was now sitting with BigDick’s wife and they were alternately kissing, groping, and watching the assignation on the couch. I thought about moving to where BIL’s wife was but the better couch view was where I was and so I invited her over with a wave. My heart leaped when she got up and came my way. Silently, she sat close beside me, our bodies touching, and she took my hand. Between the light scent of her perfume and the smell of sex from her drowning owl, I was nearly lost in her. More moans from the couch caught my attention and we held hands even tighter.
At this point, BigDick was picking up the pace and pushing deeper into my wife. Her moans now became guttural, much like I’d heard when she was in childbirth. In a quick flash of spite, I hoped that she was in agony but even if she was, I don’t think anything short of a hemorrhage would’ve interrupted this coupling. The more my wife moaned the more BigDick pummeled her and with the timing and intensity of her grunts and moans I got the impression that she was driving this bus! I looked at my wife’s eyes and while they still had a ‘deer in the headlights' look, they were locked on BigDick’s eyes and his on hers. I think somehow their eyes were fucking too! A pang of genuine jealousy gnawed my gut.
Shocked, I turned to BIL’s wife, and she seemed to sense my pain. “It’ll be okay,” she said softly and I held her close to me. Over the next several minutes, I was only dimly aware of the cacophony of grunts and moans some four feet in front of me and allowed myself to become lost in my sister-in-law’s mixed scents and the warmth of her body touching mine as we sat there. Finally, she whispered to me and the gentle brush of her breath on my face sent a shiver through me. “I want to give myself to you,” she said simply, “but not here and not like this. I want it just to be you and me making love in a nice cozy hotel bed.” I was thunderstruck!
“Oh Baby I want that too – and soon.”
She jerked her head in the general direction of the other room where BIL and BigDick’s wife were. All we could see were their legs, but it was obvious that they were fucking mightily. "My wedding anniversary is in two weeks. My darling husband already is claiming that he has an overnight business trip, and I don’t believe him for a second. I don’t want to be alone that night. Interested?”
“Oh, I am more than interested! I think I have a biz trip that night as well!” We sealed our bargain with a hug.
A scream drew my attention back to the rutting couple ahead of me. Hers was a scream I knew well. My wife was having a massive orgasm – unlike any we’d had in at least a year. As her screams muted down to whimpers, BigDick was slowing down and there literally was a froth of white bubbles flowing out the back of his condom and down his meaty balls. Thank God the condom held, for my wife to act so horny she must surely be in a fertile part of her cycle. That was a possibility I hadn’t given a thought to earlier. BigDick withdrew his now limp cock from my wife’s overstretched vagina, and he just sat there staring off into space. My wife slowly gathered herself and finally sat up. Her eyes looked glazed now, and she appeared to look in my general direction without really seeing me.
No one spoke for at least two minutes – one of those pregnant pauses. Still holding my sister-in-law, I asked my wife, “Are you okay?”
“Am I what?” she asked still a little dazed.
BigDick got up and went to the bathroom
“Are you okay?” I repeated.
“I’m okay, are you?” she responded.
“A little surprised but yes, I’m okay,” I said.
BigDick returned from the bathroom without the condom and wordlessly he wandered into the other room where his wife had just finished with BIL.
My sister-in-law whispered softly, “I’d better go and put my husband to bed but remember, you and I have a date in two week’s time.” With that, she kissed me softly and chastely on the cheek and got up to go and retrieve her husband.
“Are you about ready to go home?” I asked my wife.
“Yes,” she said looking around. “But I don’t know where my panties got to,” she said.
“I’m sure they’ll turn up,” I replied. “Why not put on the rest of your things and we can head out of here.”
“Okay,” she said, still looking a little dazed.
I had to admit my wife looked hot standing there wearing only a bra as she picked up her clothing and dressed and I wanted to fuck her the moment we got home but knew that it was unlikely. We made our goodbyes and left.
While driving home, I asked my wife if she was okay and again she haltingly said that she was.
“Did you know that this was a swing party?” I asked.
“No, I really didn’t, and I didn’t know that my brother was into that. You and I have played strip poker with other people and so this time it didn’t surprise me.”
“And your shaved pussy?” I asked.
“That was a surprise for you later tonight. Once strip poker came up I was nervous about maybe losing my panties and everyone seeing.”
“Well,” I said dryly, “You did in fact lose your panties and yes, everyone saw more than they bargained for.”
“Are you angry with me?” she asked. “Have I destroyed our marriage?”
“I’m not angry, in fact as the events progressed, I found myself becoming increasingly excited. Our marriage is not destroyed but it certainly changed tonight.”
“Are you and I okay,” she asked, her voice a little shakey.
“Yes, we’re okay, but there is much that we need to talk about over the next few weeks.”
With that, a soft silence filled the car for the remainder of our short drive home.
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