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This is the start of a new series where unknown desires are tapped into by the husband and wife. It is a bit of a slow build, but the goal was to make this as realistic and organic as possible. I hope you enjoy, and l look forward to your comments. More to cum if it is enjoyed…
Part 1
“No F’ing way! The Wildcats are a full touchdown favorite, there is no way they will lose this game!”
“If you are so sure, why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?”
“They aren’t going to lose. How much are you willing to give me when they crush your team?”
“$1,000. It will help me get the new necklace my wife wants for her birthday.”
“How are you going to get her the gift when you are down another grand rather than up by a grand?”
“Easy, I’m not going to lose, unless you chicken out on me right now.”
A grand was a lot more than I was thinking, expecting him to say $100, but how could I back down? We had been talking shit about this game and our rivalry for the better part of a week. I couldn’t back down now. My wife would kill me if I lost, but the Wildcats have looked dominant all year. His team was underperforming this year, so it felt like a low risk….
“Tim, if you want to hand over a $1,000 to me and piss your wife off with a crappy birthday gift, who am I to stop you? Do you want to just pay me now, or are you going to wait until after the game to pay me?”
“I’ll wait Sam… I like my chances here” and reached out his hand and we shook on the deal.
Two days later was game time, I went over to Tim’s house to watch the game together and hopefully do some gloating. The Wildcats got up by double digits by halftime and I really got cocky; and then the 3rd quarter started and I watched the lead dwindle down. Leading by 5 with 2 minutes left, I was really getting nervous. We had just punted the ball away and it was up to our D. With just 20 seconds to go in the game, our D had kept them at midfield and a 3rd and 15. 2 more stops, and we wrapped up the game. Thankfully, we didn’t pick against the spread.
I watched, as if in slow motion, as their QB rolled out, one of our corner backs fell down, and it left the wide receiver wide open for an easy long completion followed by a scamper into the end zone. I just sat there, stunned. At first, it was a shock that my team lost, but then the realization I would somehow need to explain to my wife I just lost a bet for $1,000 hit me like a sledge hammer.
I looked over at Tim who was pumping his fist in the air and still cheering for his team. Huge win for him, bragging rights, money, all of it. I tried to figure out how I could convince him to call off the bet or at least reduce it. Could I convince him I thought it was only for $100??? I knew I couldn’t, but maybe if I groveled enough…
“Tim, what the hell just happened? You guys were down the entire game until the last few seconds. You didn’t deserve the win at all…”
“Doesn’t matter, a win is a win and you owe me some money!”
“Uh, about that. I really don’t have that kind of money hanging around and my wife will take my balls off if I have to pull that together. I wouldn’t have held you to the bet, can’t I just pay you a $100 and we call it even?”
“No way! A bet is a bet. You shouldn’t have accepted the bet if you couldn’t pay out, so you are just going to have to find a way to convince your wife or hide it from her…”
“Come on man, cut me a break. How about $300? That is all of the cash I can get my hands on. Do you really want my marriage in the pits over this bet?”
“Well, if I am not getting the cash, I need something worth just as much, so what else could you offer me? Back in college, if someone couldn’t pay, we usually went for humiliation. The more they owed, the more humiliating it had to be.”
I gulped a little, seeing both a light at the end of the tunnel and nervousness about what it would take. “So…. like what?”
“Well, when Dave owed someone $500 at the frat house, he had to borrow his girlfriend’s panties and stay just in them while in the frat house for a evening. He couldn’t stay in his room. He was mortified, but after a couple of drinks, he was able to pull it off, though he had a hard time living down the pics afterwards! hah!”
My face started to turn a little red. There was no way I was going to do that or have pics of me for people to see. “Ok, we can probably come up with something then, but no way am I going to parade around naked or in panties in front of a big group of people. I am not going to jail over this bet.”
Tim said, “Ok, well how about this. You keep bragging about all the sexy lingerie your wife has and wears for you. I’ll take $100 off for each day you wear a pair of her sexy panties to work, but you must wear them from when you leave the house till you get home and you will need to strip down and do a runway walk for Dave and I as proof you are wearing them. I promise no pics will be allowed, but I got to make it worth a good laugh if I am going to let you skate on that much Ataşehir Escort money.”
Could I really do that? I couldn’t pay the debt, but was I willing to put on my wife’s panties and let my 2 best friends see me like that? It would be for the 2 guys I would trust the most to not blab about it… I am certain it would result in years ribbing and continued humiliation, but I guess that was really the point for him.
After thinking about it a little more, I relented and told him I would do it. We agreed that I would pay him the $300 the next day (Monday) and I would also have to start parading for them right away, no waiting or possibly bowing out.
Driving home, I went slow as I had a lot of thinking to do. How was I going to pull this off without my wife knowing? She has lots of intimates, so I think I can pull a few things out and not have them noticed, but we leave at similar times and I am bigger than she is… I think the skimpier ones will probably fit me, but I will need to be careful not to damage any of them. I decided to snag 1 or 2 pairs if I got a chance tonight and hide them on my side of the closet. I could get dressed in there and likely not let her catch on. I would still need to figure out how I was going to wash them, dry them, and put them back. Maybe keep them all and do the laundry on the weekend…
That night, I managed to collect the money and grabbed a pair of black lace panties and a black thong, just in case they wouldn’t fit and had a fitful night’s rest.
Part 2
I woke up to my alarm and groaned. I wasn’t ready to get up and I sure wasn’t ready to pay my debts. I showered and shaved and started to get ready while my wife was still in bed. I put on the first set of panties. They were tighter than I would want for comfort, but at least they covered me pretty well and were black, so if anyone caught site of the top, they likely would just think they were my boxers. Yeah, I could do this. No big deal, right?
After getting ready, I gave my wife a kiss on the cheek and went to work. The satin panties actually felt pretty nice on my ass, though the waist was really tight. On the leather seats, I found myself squirming a bit.
Focusing while at my desk was hard, during the meetings was easier, but I kept looking around, blushing, wondering if others could tell what I was wearing. Tim gave me a wink a few times, just to torment me.
Tim set up a recurring lunch meeting for the 3 of us in one of the larger conference rooms. There are no windows, but I am sure he plans on me presenting for them at that time.
The hour comes, I grab my lunch and head in. Tim and Dave are already there, shooting the shit and in a good mood. Once the door is shut, Tim looks at Dave and says, “you know that bet I had with Sam on the game yesterday? Yeah, he lost and can’t pay it off, so we came to an agreement. Sam here is going to do a runway strut for the 2 of us each day wearing nothing more than some of his wife’s sexy little panties he always boasts about her wearing.”
Dave laughed and said, “you serious? We have to watch him? Why did you pick this?”
“Because of your time at the frat party, remember? It brought the rest of the house lots of fun and humor for months after that day. Now is your turn to return the favor, so to speak.”
Looking at me, Tim said, “Sam, time for you to put on your show before you eat your lunch. You best make it good, or I am not counting it for a day.”
I got up and quickly stripped down, knowing that if I went slow, I might chicken out. I was standing there in socks and my wife’s black satin panties with some lace over the ass. I went to quickly walk down the length of the room and back, but pretty quickly heard Tim say “Woah, woah, that isn’t the way a fashion show participant walks, lets see some hip swinging and sell it!” He was laughing while he said it, but I could tell he also meant it, so I did as I was told. I needed this to count, I wasn’t going to do it any extra times.
I was humiliated, red faced, but there was also a small part of me that said this isn’t too bad. Its far better than confessing the lost bet to my wife. My cock stirred a little bit at the humiliation, but I didn’t think it was noticeable and as soon as I was done my walk, I nearly dove for my cloths and quickly put them on.
Tim looked at Dave, “for all his talk about the sexy things his wife has, those are about as plain as can be. I don’t think she really owns or wears anything suitable for really turning a guy on!”
I blushed, knowing that I had been called out, trying to minimize my exposure.
“Sam, I’ll give you today, but this is the last free one. Tomorrow they better be a lot sexier and a fem color. No blacks or whites. I’m talking reds, pinks, pastels, frills. Is that understood?”
I gulped and nodded and then tried to focus on eating my lunch so that I could try to put this behind me.
The rest of the day past uneventfully except for the occasional smirks when I saw my friends. I went home and immediately Anadolu Yakası Escort went into the bathroom and changed into normal underwear, hid the panties and I was free to be normal hubby with my wife that night. The next couple of days went much the same, though I did realize my wife had lots of sexy lingerie, but it was baby dolls, teddies, bustiers, etc. Not much when it came to just panties, so I had a limited selection to pick from.
On Tuesday I wore a green lace thong. On Wednesday it was a pair of light pink peek-a-boo style panties. There was a small part of me that found the humiliation a little exciting, but thankfully, I didn’t get hard while showing off for my friends, though I started to find myself rubbing a little while driving home at the end of the day.
For Thursday, I didn’t get a chance to check out the options, so I grabbed some red panties without looking at them, but when I went to put them on, I realized they were boy shorts. Satin like, but nothing sexy and I knew I was going to catch hell and I did. Tim told me no go; I had failed. He wanted the last $400 in cash since I couldn’t do my part. I dropped to my knees and said “please, come on, I am doing everything I can to meet your requirements and not let my wife find out!”
Tim thought it over and decided it would be double or nothing for me on Friday. I had to wear not just sexy panties, but garters and stockings as well under my clothes. I just looked at him, did some quick math of sorts in my mind and realized it was a deal I had to take so I agreed.
That night I managed some time in the master bedroom and rummaged around my wife’s stuff until I found the stuff I would need. I hoped I put everything back just right and realized her panties drawer was starting to look a little bare as I had failed to clean or put anything I had borrowed back. Most of the sexy stuff was missing and all that was left were a few thongs and her “normal” cotton panties. Oh well, come Saturday night, I should have everything back and it will be good as new.
Friday morning I got up and got dressed in the bathroom after my shower. I couldn’t risk putting all of that on where my wife might walk in. I gave her a quick peck on the forehead while she laid in bed and I asked her if she was up for a little fucking around that night. I was wanting at this point, but certainly couldn’t go for anything then.
Friday went fairly like my new normal. I really noticed the stockings though and they were starting to do something for my libido. At lunch, Tim and Dave laughed a lot harder and even gave a few cat calls which made my face go really red. I got semi hard this time, but didn’t make a tent. I wasn’t sure if they noticed and I tried to keep my back to them while I finished my walk and got dressed to hide it.
Tim said “well, that was certainly better than yesterday. I’ll give you credit for both days. You have 2 days left. I expect something new on Monday and Tuesday.”
I agreed, went back to my lunch and was glad this week was almost over. I am not sure which was worse at this point. Watching my team loose, or having to go through this humiliation and the risk of my wife finding out.
I got held up a little at the end of the day when one of my female assistants had several questions and hadn’t been able to talk to me until I was ready to walk out the door. 45 minutes later, I finally said bye and left to get home, knowing there was no way I was getting home before my wife.
On the drive home, I started thinking about sleeping with my wife and was getting horny, feeling my legs and ass able to slide on the leather seats and found myself rubbing my hard cock through my pants a few times before I realized what I was doing. Man, I needed to fuck her good at this point.
I got home and sure enough, my wife was home. I was going to have to figure out how to get enough time to change. I got inside and my wife called from upstairs and told me to come up, she needed my help with something. I told her I would be right up and started up, wondering what she was doing to the bedroom this time.
When I got in the room, she was sitting on the bed, staring at me. I said “hi hun, what do you need help with?”
Lisa said, “you know, you said you wanted to have sex tonight, so I was going to put on something sexy for you, only it seems like a lot of my stuff is missing. Do you know why that is?”
“No” I replied, my face redding a little.
“Well, funny you should say that” Lisa retorted. “Because I looked around and found quite a few of them among yoru things in the closet and they appeared to have been worn and my favorite thong has been stretched out like it was worn by someone bigger than me…. Do you want to change your answer?”
I gulped, having gotten redder and redder as she laid out the facts, not sure where this was going to go in the end. “No, I really don’t know what you are talking about.” I didn’t know what else to do. How could I explain it?
“You are really going with that Kadıköy Escort answer? You’re going to claim next that I was sleep walking and did it myself? Come on Sam!”
“Well, there is an easy way to solve this. Strip, right now. Take your pants and shirt off.”
“What? Why? What are you expecting to find hun?” I was desperate to stall and find a way out, but I didn’t see one.
“No Sam, I want you to fucking drop your pants, right now! I’m not kidding. I am not sure if I want to see what I expect to or not, but I want to fucking know who the hell I am married to!”
I had no choice, and I knew it. I slowly took off my shirt, delaying the inevitable a little longer. Next, I undid my belt and pants and let them fall to the ground. Lisa just sat there and stared at me. I looked down, saw the black lace garter, attached to the black stockings, and underneath was a red see through and lacy thong and to my horror, I could see my cock start to grow, then grow more. I didn’t get it, I was mortified, humiliated, and yet my cock was creating a tent in the tiny panties I borrowed from my wife…
Part 3
I didn’t know what to do and didn’t understand what was going on. I tried to cover my cock with my hands and start to plead with my wife “hun, it’s not what it looks like. Please, just let me explain. Please Lisa. I’ll get dressed and explain.”
Lisa just looked at me and said “No. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you or why you are wearing my intimates, but I doubt very much I will get the truth from you if I let you change. You can stand right there, put your hands at your side and try, just try to explain this to me.”
Well, that was better than her saying get out of the house and never come back, but how the hell could I get her to understand that this wasn’t me? This wasn’t something I wanted to do. I was basically blackmailed into it and didn’t have a choice. But how can I do this and have her take me seriously dressed like this?
I moved my hands as she demanded, realizing I was still rock hard with no signs it was going anywhere and started my best to explain.
“Lisa, you know how the Wildcats played last Sunday?”
She nodded.
“Well, they were heavy favorites, Tim’s team was having a down year and I got carried away about the game with Tim still talking smack like his team would win easy. So…. one thing led to another and we decided to bet on the game. Tim threw out that he wanted it to be for $1,000. I had been thinking like $100. I shouldn’t have agreed, but I didn’t want to back down with that smug look on his face…”
Lisa was shooting me daggers from her eyes, but was just sitting there. “Go on.”
“We were ahead the entire game, but somehow lost on a fluke play at the end of the game. I couldn’t believe it, but I knew I couldn’t come to you and tell you I cost us that much money. We were saving for a vacation and I knew you were going to kill me. I tried to convince Tim to call off the bet or at least reduce it, but he wouldn’t hear of it.”
“Well eventually, I guess he took some pity on me, but I think it was more about not pissing you off. He brought up that the only way he would reduce the price was if I was willing to do something humiliating. Dave had to walk around the frat house once in panties to pay off a bet, so that was the first thing he thought of and put me in a lose-lose situation.”
Lisa’s daggers were less, but she still looked pretty frustrated and mad, so I just tried to blurt it all out as quick as I could.
“I told him there was no way I would go in public like that. Loss of job, arrest, no way. He said he had a better idea and went on to explain the rest of the deal, the $100 per day etc.”
When I was done, Lisa sat and thought for about 10 seconds and I started to panic, but she was just digesting what she had heard and started to respond.
“I really only have 2 things to ask at this point. First, did you really think I would be so pissed off at you that it was worth going through with this (as she waved her hand over my body); and second, if this story is true and you are in my intimates against your will, why are you harder now than I think I have ever seen you?”
“I’m sorry hun, we have been in a great spot of late. Really connecting and I didn’t want to risk it. I know life or death, I could have let you know, but it just felt wrong, I know how much you are looking forward to the vacation like I am and I didn’t want to ruin it…”
“And your raging hard on while dressed like that?” Lisa shot back.
“I don’t know. I was never hard when I put them on or had to strut for Tim and Dave. I swear to god this is the first time I have been hard and I have never been excited while dressed before now. I can’t explain it. You have no idea how humiliated and embarrassed I am right now, or how scared I am about you not believing me.”
“Are you telling me you get turned on by humiliation? That you want to be put in humiliating situations like this or worse?”
I was dumbstruck. “What? No, not at all. I don’t want to be humiliated. I would give about anything to go back a week and never make that bet. Never be forced to wear panties. Never disappoint you. I am SO, SO sorry Lisa. Please just let me change and we can just forget this ever happened? Please?”
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