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Bets a bet 2 on 12-07-2018 12:15:22

I sat in the dark staring at the blank computer screen, thinking about the photos on my phone and so many other ideas.

She had mentioned Beth in her video. Beth was always an instigator and Alison just followed along. I didn’t like Beth she was always trouble. It could still be a bad joke. There was a time in college when they told a fellow sorority sister that they should get jobs at a local strip club. Alison and Beth then texted her as if they were already in the club to get the girl to go when it was amateur night.

Central to all my thoughts was that Alison did look hot taking a black cock. I tired to figure a way they could be faked without her involvement but then there was the video.

To be honest I was disappointed that I didn’t get to see her being fucked on the video. I wanted… had to see… if she really was moaning like I heard over the phone. She was not a good actress so that had to have been real.

Beth could have set her up in the dance club to embarrass her in-front of their coworkers. But then why let it go further?

Alison said she had been dancing with a black guy. Had they been rubbing up each other on the dance floor? She didn’t seem drunk in the video. Did he finger her under her skirt in the crowd? She always wore the smallest T back possible. It would offer no protection from his invading black fingers if they migrated up her gray skirt, across her shaved blonde pubes and subtly parted her pussy lips.

Where was her blouse? Had she gone to a club with only her suit jacket and bra?

Did his hands travel north and traverse her show white peaks and tweek her tan nipples? Her nipples were always super sensitive and always hardened at slightest sensual thought. If her mystery man saw her points straining against the fabric of her jacket. That would have been all the invitation he needed to get behind her on the dance floor. One hand between her legs, one through the front of her suit jacket and his massive member between her ass checks.

That would have made her cock hungry or curious enough to accept the bet.

She did say, ‘get him off’. It could have been a hand job, a titty fuck, a lap dance… not just a blow job.

I could see Alison sitting in a booth, fanatically stroking his black cock and fondling his balls in a frantic and futile effort to get him off. All the while a circle of her friends counting down the time and shouting words of encouragement for her open public display of future adultery.

Perhaps she had her white silk blouse on and opened in up, taking his massive shaft under her bra and between her breasts. Drooling salvia down her chin to lubricate his blackish purple plum shaped head as it snaked along her lily white chest. The assembled crowd with the conflicted desire to see her fail and see if she made good on the bet or to have her succeed and receive an explosive facial of nigro seed.

I could see her attempting a lap dance and shedding her jacket, tossing her blouse to the masses. Her soon to be bull master delighting in the spectacle of a supposedly proper business woman as she slavishly gyrates on the expanding mass in his pants. As she reached back to free the black monster in the final moments hoping that its proximity to her ass and friction from her butt checks would be enough to prompt his milky white flow.

I also saw her kneeing before his massive form in a dark secluded corner of the club. Without an audience, Beth keeping the minions at bay, to see if Alison would willingly debase herself. Alison licking, sucking stroking his chocolate shaft while fondling his massive balls. Her eyes filled with desire and passion as she looked up at him. Pausing to slowly lift their impressive mass to delicately kiss the back of his ball sack and almost lick his anus.

Did she want to succeed and experience how good he tasted? Knowing that she won the bet or did she want to fail?
Was the feel, smell, sight and taste enough for her to want him between her legs?

What was her reward if she had won? The was no scenario that didn’t end with them fucking. Not only were the pictures burned into my mind but there was no way she couldn’t resist fucking this guy.

Then Skype came up on my computer. With some hesitation, I opened it and watched the screen crackle to life. The image that greeted me was of a very impressive nude black man. He stood up showing his semi hard, fat long cock! Its owner reached and started sharking it.

‘I guess you’ve seen the video we sent?’

I nodded. I could not speak. I was in shock witnessing the tool that had allegedly subjugated my wife.

‘Do you like the pictures?’

I nodded again. I assumed he could see my face even thought I couldn’t see his.

‘Do you want to see your wife?’

I meekly nodded and he slowly started to pan the camera across the room.

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Anon2165 on 12-07-2018 20:44:17

Stupid bitch. No cock, black or white, is worth a marriage. She got a black cock fuck, he got some white pussy that he will toss aside in an hour to two and the husband will get rid of a slut wife.

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