The Bet - the Complete Book

Giovanni informed the others I had come up with a new way to play this afternoon. They were eager to find out what it was, but I put them off until the meal was over. Impatient, they rushed through my delicious meal to get to the events of the afternoon. Their impatience did allow them to help clear the table and clean the kitchen so we could get to it faster. When all was clean, I told them to have a seat and I would return shortly.

I went to the bedroom and found my husband's sex bell. Returning to the four men, I showed it to them.

"What's a sex bell?" Luca asked, reading the words on the bell.

"Pietro devised this after our honeymoon, early in our marriage. When he rang the bell, I was supposed to have sex with him, but never ordinary sex. It always had to be something special. I would have to wear a costume for him, or try out a new position, or we'd have sex in a new location, or use a new sex toy we'd purchased. It always had to be something new or out of the ordinary."

"And how are we supposed to use this bell?" Luca asked.

"I would propose a contest, judged by me. When a person rings the bell, they will have me for the next 75 minutes to do the most unusual or special sex they can devise. When you've come up with an idea, you'll ring the bell and leave a slip with your name under it so I'll know who will have me next. When all four of you have had your opportunity, I will judge who was most creative in their sex. The winner will get to propose a new use for me which we'll do tomorrow, though not an item I've already prohibited," I said, remembering Giovanni's stated intention. "When all of you have finished, we'll meet in the kitchen where I will announce the winner. After we eat a light supper this evening, I will attempt to satisfy Luca's fantasy. I will do my very best, Luca, though I don't claim I will be able to do it. Then, it is my understanding Luca has me for the night.

"I will satisfy Giovanni's fantasy tomorrow morning, then whatever the winner of the today's contest picks out will come next. We'll see how much of Sunday remains after, but I may ask you for something of my own. It is my understanding Giovanni has me tomorrow night before Pietro returns home Monday morning. Do you have any questions?"

"Can I see the bell?" Luca asked.

I handed it to him and he rang it. "I'm first."

"You already have something unusual picked out?"

"Unusual for me," he said. "I don't know about you."

"First we need to take some pictures for Pietro. He will recognize the bell," I said.

Matteo took several pictures of me holding the bell. Some were of the bell in between my parted legs. In others I held the bell with a provocative smile and saucy attitude. One had me only from waist to knee with the bell on the table beside me.

When we picked out the photos to share with my husband, I added the message, "I'm sure you recognize the Sex Bell, Pietro. Each of the men is going to ring it and I must do as they say. The most creative lover will choose something else to do tomorrow which I will have to perform for them. Your friends are very highly sexed. I've had very little sleep."

"You're very angry with Pietro still, aren't you?" Marco asked.

"Of course, I'm angry. He bet me into naked servitude to you four, plus he showed pictures of me which were to be kept private to however many different people. I might as well walk around the town naked for all the people who might have seen me already. If you want to see angry, though, let your pregnant wife, Paloma, find out about your activities this weekend. Then you'll see angry. My husband deserved my fucking you. Paloma didn't."

"You're not going to tell her, are you?"

"No. She'll probably blame me instead of you. I'm merely the wager. You were the wagerer."

I took Luca's hand. "So, Luca, where are we going?"

"To your bedroom."

Knowing there was no video cameras in my bedroom, I said, "If it's all the same to you, Luca, do you mind if we use my husband's office bed. The sheets are already soiled and since they need to be washed, I would appreciate if we didn't dirty more sheets. That way they'll be clean for us tonight." Except for what Marco and I left last night, but I'd swallowed most of his cum. What I really wanted, was for Pietro to see what Luca planned for me with his massive cock. Hopefully, he'd see me split wide open.

"We can use his office if there's something there to blindfold you with?"

"I don't know. I can get a scarf if you wish."

"My 75 minutes doesn't start until you get there," Luca warned.

"Of course not. I won't be long."

Why did Luca want a blindfold? This was more creative than I gave him credit for. I expected him to bludgeon me with his prick for as long as he could. It was what he was known for. Nevertheless, I found a scarf and a digital timer, and found him waiting in the office, his clothes off and his cock hard.

Luca tossed the pillows against the headboard and sat in the bed, his back against the pillows.

"Get into bed and lean back against me," Luca ordered.

I set the timer for seventy-five minutes, then I obeyed. He took the scarf and wrapped it around my head, blinding me.

"Get comfortable," he said, holding me against his chest. Each of his hands grasped a breast. "I want you to masturbate yourself, but you must tell me when you are close to climax. If you orgasm before I let you, I shall spank you quite hard tonight. Harder than Marco this morning. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I whispered.

"Then begin," Luca said.

I'd masturbated for Pietro once, and it made me uncomfortable when I did it. Masturbation seems like such a personal thing, and knowing Luca would be observing me made me nervous. I wondered how easily I'd cum while he watched me. I did as he requested though, and as his hands stroked my breasts and tweaked my nipples, lowered a hand to my folds, already liquid in anticipation of the afternoon's activities. My fingers slipped into my slit and started stroking slowly up and down, from my pussy to my clit, very lightly.

The blindfold helped, putting me into darkness. I couldn't see anything and his hands holding my breasts could almost be mine, or even inanimate, like a brassiere, holding my breasts up. I was conscious of his cock, thick and hard behind my back, twitching on occasion, but it receded into the background as well. Soon it was only my fingers, sliding through the slick liquid of my cunt. I moaned throatily.

After awhile, it wasn't enough to glide through the folds. I slid two fingers from my other hand into my sheath, sluicing into the wetness. I moaned again. My other hand continued gliding between my folds, concentrating more at the top, closer to my clit. It felt good. There was nothing but my fingers and my pussy.

"I'm going to cum," I whispered, already thrusting my hips, hesitant to break the silence.

"You can't yet," Luca whispered back, and he gripped my arms, pulling them away from my figa. I groaned in despair, so close to my orgasm. He held my arms, restraining me until my hips stopped twitching. My arousal faded, leaving an aching where pleasure had been waiting.

"Begin again," he said, "but tell me when you're going to cum."

I started, beginning where I'd left off, both hands busy. It took a shorter amount of time and I could sense the precipice I wanted to fall into.

"Please, sir, let me cum," I moaned.

Luca denied me, holding my arms again, keeping them away from my leaking cunt, so close. We waited. It took longer before my hips stopped shivering.

"You may start again, but don't cum," he warned. I groaned in frustration.

Since he wasn't going to allow me to cum, I tried staying away from my clit this time, and only used one finger inside of me, hoping to put off the inevitable. It made no difference. I was panting again in no time, aching to orgasm. I considered not telling Luca, taking the fucking spanking, and cumming. He was beginning to read my body language, and stopped me before I went over the edge, pulling my hands away from myself, not allowing me to cum a third time. I was practically sobbing when he stopped me, so needy.

"Uh, uh, uh," Luca whispered in my ear. "Bad girl. Do as I say."

It took almost ten minutes before my breathing calmed and my legs and hips stopped quivering this time. Was this all he was going to do with his time? Edge me over and over until time ran out. His cock was still hard behind my back. Didn't he want to plunge it into my cunt and fuck me? I wanted him to. I wanted to feel him invade my sacred places, filling me up as no one else could.

Luca finally released my arms and told me to touch myself again. Please, let me cum this time, I thought. Maybe I should just push hard, have my orgasm and face the consequences. I started playing with myself, stroking, fingering, trying to mask my arousal until it was too close for me or Luca to do anything about it.

I was not as successful hiding my intentions as I thought I was. Whether it was my breathing, the hardness of my nipples, or some other factor I was unaware of, Luca pulled my hands away before I could ride the wave to completion.

"Please, sir, let me climax," I whimpered, frustrated again.

"We have plenty of time left," Luca said, "still over a half hour. Don't be in a rush, and by the way; I shall have to spank you for trying to get around my prohibition."

Fuck. I still hadn't orgasmed and I was going to be punished anyway.

The minutes started ticking away. I sat in the darkness while he idly caressed my breasts, my arousal slowly dropping, kept alive only by his fingers touching my nipples once in awhile. We heard the sex bell ringing and I knew someone else had decided upon something I would do for them. I almost climaxed hearing it ring, then subsiding as the echoes ended.

Waiting for his command to begin touching myself again, I was surprised when he told me to mount him; to put his cock in my cunt. Finally, I thought. Moving slowly in my darkness, I moved around until I was facing him. His cock was easy to find, it was all my hand wanted to find and it was there, big as life itself. I had to kneel up high to get it positioned below my cunt. The head felt so huge as I placed it at my entrance, which was dripping from all the times I'd been close to climax.

I sat down over him, felt him spreading me, and just like that, I was on the edge again, ready to climax; shivering, my legs shaking.

"Don't cum yet," Luca warned. I howled, so frustrated.

"Not yet!" He warned again. "I mean it."

I had to stop moving, sliding down his pole, or I'd cum. I hung poised, his cock penetrating six or seven centimeters. The head of his cock was throbbing. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing with every throb.

"Please, Luca, sir, please let me cum."

"Not yet."

His hands were under my ass, holding me so I couldn't drop down. I whimpered again, so fucking close. There I was, poised, his mast inside of me, not nearly filling me, ready to careen over the cliff, suspended at the edge, unable to cross over or back up. A minute passed. Two. Dangling. I was ready to scream. Suddenly, he dropped me down, almost slamming me into his crotch.

His cock pierced me to my heart and I spun, out of control, my body cartwheeling, a million points of light dancing in my brain, almost like I could see again. An explosion is too mild a word for it. A nova, a new star, born in the cataclysmic fusion of colliding atoms, nuclear fire. If anyone was sleeping, I would have woken the house. I screamed and kept on screaming as he bounced me up and down on cock, my whole body spasming, shaking and shuddering as my orgasm kept going. Kept at bay for too long, it was roaring at its sudden freedom, nor was it willing to reenter its cage. I orgasmed over and over again, convulsing through each one.

Finally, Luca joined me, his sack pulsed, sending a massive surge of his cum into me, flooding me, leaking out between our joined bodies, coating his cock and balls.

"Clean me," he whispered when our spasms ended. "Lick my cock clean."

Finally at a size where I felt I might do so, I licked and sucked his prick of our accumulated pleasure. It barely stirred under my tongue, so emptied was he from the fantastic fucking we'd enjoyed. The timer went off. I don't know what the others might have planned for me, but it was going to be difficult to beat what I'd just enjoyed. I was nearly ready to declare Luca the winner now. I'm sure the others heard me cum. The whole town might have heard me cum. I stood up, Luca's and my cum trickling down my leg and I looked to where one of the camera's was.

Did you see, Pietro? Did you see Luca fuck your wife with his horse cock and make her squeal like a pig? Your marriage will never be the same, will it Pietro? My eyes have been opened, even as my legs have been spread.

I found the bell with Matteo's name beside it and a message to go to the pool. I stepped outside and Matteo had set several of the lounge cushions in a big square on the patio around the water.

"It sounded as if you had a good time," he commented. "I could hear you out here."

I smiled at him. "I had a wonderful time," I admitted. "Luca will be tough to beat."

"Women love that big cock of his," he said. "I should have rung the bell first."

I touched his prick, swollen, but not yet hard. "You have nothing to be ashamed of in the cock department, Matteo. "Considering your relative sizes, yours is the more impressive of the two."

"But only relative," he said.

"Sometimes, it's not the size; it's what you do with it," I said, slowly stroking his, getting him hard for me. "Luca didn't even stick his cock into me for most of an hour."

"What did he do?" Matteo asked.

"I don't want to influence you. The contest shall be based upon what you bring to the table and not what others have done."

"I plan on sticking to what I do best," he said. "Lie down on the cushions and spread your legs."

"I've still got Luca's cum in me. I didn't have time to clean myself off before coming out here."

"I should give a rat's ass if you're dripping in his cum right now. I want to win this contest. Lie down."

I set the time for 75 minutes and lay down on the cushions, and as we basked in the warmth of the sun, Matteo did all he could to win the contest. I gave him points for being willing to suck another man's cum from my figa, the setting out by the pool, the skill he employed in licking my cunt and the sheer number of orgasms he gave me, but none of them quite reached the level of that first massive one of Luca's as he pushed me down on his cock.

Toward the end, he got over me in a sixty-nine and fed me his cock as he continued working my pussy. I was pleased to say I could get all of Matteo's prick in my mouth using my new techniques as he pumped in and out of my throat. He was the second largest of all the men, so I was becoming more confident I would eventually be able to take Luca when I tried later. I heard the sex bell ringing again and I spasmed, hearing it. Matteo orgasmed as I did for the last time, and I tasted him alone for the first time, strong and potent, thick and tangy. I was sucking the last of his seed down my throat when the timer went off.

"I didn't win, did I?" He asked as I got up from the cushions.

"It was a valiant effort, Matteo, but I would still give the win to Luca at this point. You're very skilled. It's too bad your wife refuses to accept your oral pleasure."

"Maybe you could encourage her," Matteo said.

"What would I say, Matteo? I know your husband is a wonderful cunt licker, Lucia. You should really partake of his skills."

"No," he admitted, "you can't say that. Surely you could mention something which might push her in that direction without confessing to your own experience. If she let me, she'd be perfect for me."

"What? You'd no longer feel compelled to spread your seed far and wide?"

"Less compelled anyway. I do care for her, and I love my children."

"I'll think about it, but if I continue to let you lick my cunt, I should say nothing to her. I shouldn't even be a shadow in her mind."

"I thought you only said that in the heat of the moment," Matteo said. "I didn't think you'd let this continue."

"Pietro opened the door and allowed all of you through it. I'm not sure I can ever return to the chaste, dutiful, faithful wife I was before. How does one forget what happened here this weekend? I doubt Pietro will and I certainly can't."

"If I can't get my wife to allow me to eat her oyster, it's nice to know I have another choice."

"Remember, Matteo, the more you play outside your marriage, the greater the risk of Lucia finding out. If you want to totally fuck up your marriage, keep playing."

I left Matteo and looked for the bell, wondering who rang it this time. It was still on the table, Marco's name beside it with the message to come to his room. There wasn't a camera there, but Pietro had probably witnessed the worst of it already. I went to Marco's room and he had a four poster bed in his room. Attached to each of the four posts was one of Pietro's expensive ties, with the ends lying in the middle of the bed. My cunt became more wet, knowing Marco intended to tie me down. I'd already discovered I enjoyed being bound, the plastic wrap experiment being wildly successful. Was he planning on spanking me some more, fucking me, or something else I couldn't comprehend at the moment?

I set the timer. "Do you want me face up, or face down?" I asked, nodding toward the ties.

"Face up," he replied. A spanking seemed less likely now.

I got on the bed, face up and he carefully tied each of my legs and arms to a post. I was spread out and completely helpless from whatever he intended doing to me. I started to shake, already close to climax. He took another tie and covered my eyes with it. Did he not want me to see what he was going to do to me? What was it about blinding me today? I waited. I could hear him moving around the room.

Feeling something brush against my nipple, I flinched. It disappeared momentarily, then brushed against the other one. Something very soft, very light, a feather perhaps, or some light silk. I couldn't see, so I could only guess. Marco played with my breasts awhile, until my nipples were hard and aching. Then the gentle touches to my breasts ceased, only to continue again as light brushes against my inner thighs, or even along my pubic lips. My hips thrust upward at the touch, unable to do much against the ties holding me down. I felt my clit spike and peek out. The slightest touch over it and I shivered again. Exquisite, I thought.

His hand went over my breast, caressing me, pinching a nipple moderately. Only preparing it for what came next. He'd found some clothes pins and fastened one to my nipple and the intensity doubled from his finger to the wood. I gasped, trying to shrink into the bed, but there was nowhere to go and no way to hide, to cover or protect my breasts. He did the other one the same, clamping a pin on it, so overpowering. I groaned and squirmed.

"Please, sir," I said, "it hurts."

"I'll remove them shortly," he said. "Remember, the spanking hurt too."

I moaned. While my nipples were thus cruelly pinched, he ran the feather or silk over the tortured flesh, soothing, but not eliminating the pain, but making it somewhat tolerable. I squirmed, unsure if I should moan or groan, finally doing both. He removed the pins, one at a time, the blood flowing back into my hard nubbins, and they ached from it, so sensitive. He covered each with his mouth, gently suckling and soothing the painful buds. I almost climaxed, it provided such welcome relief.

The next thing to feel the pinch of the clothes pins were my pubic lips. He licked me first to make sure I was as aroused as could be before he attached them, another wave of pain following, not quite as bad as my nipples. When they were fastened, he rubbed between them, bringing me to orgasm despite the pain, and as soon as I started quivering in pleasure, he pulled them off, intensifying my climax. Marco was being very creative. I'd never done anything similar to this with my husband nor any of my previous boyfriends before marriage. I wondered about Marco. Did he ever do things like this to Paloma, and did she enjoy them. He couldn't spank her, but maybe these were things she did allow. Or maybe I was a guinea pig and he'd never done these things before to anyone.