The vig

My ex-husband Terry was a degenerate gambler. He really was. He had a good job, but he gambled away our house payment three times, our planned vacation in Spain, and more cars than I can remember. It's a good thing we didn't have any kids, because he would have gambled them away, too. Which leads me to my confession.

Terry was very quiet during dinner, and we were washing the dishes when the doorbell rang. It was a strong-looking guy in his 40's, who introduced himself as Bennie and asked if he could come in. I had seen him a few times at the bar we go to, but I had never met him. I didn't say anything right away, but Terry invited him in and asked him to have a seat in the living room.

"You're very attractive, Barbara, Terry's a lucky man," he said politely. "Let me tell you why I'm here.

"I'm sure you're aware your husband is fond of the ponies. He loves basketball and never passes up a good football game- I think he would probably bet on anything. His problem is he isn't very good at it, and he has lost a lot of money." My husband gave me a sick smile and cringed.

I rolled my eyes, and through gritted teeth said, "Tell me about it!" I was getting very nervous about where this chat was going.

"This month your husband has had a streak of bad luck, even for him. At this point he owes me a lot of money- so much that I am getting concerned he won't even be able to pay the vig."

I knew what vig was. "How much?" I asked.

"A little over a thousand a week. Every Friday."

"Sweet Jesus, Terry! What were you thinking?" I shouted, jumping to my feet. "You miserable bastard, you're going to bankrupt us again!" Terry hung his head and said nothing, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"So your husband and I had a talk. I told him how attractive I think you are, and told him that if I could sleep with you twice a week I would consider the vig paid until the next Friday." He sat there boldly looking at my face, my breasts, and my ass.

I looked at Terry. "You're joking! Terry, tell me he's joking!"

Terry kept his head down and said, "I'm afraid not, Barbara. I didn't see any other way to deal with this. I'm sorry, really sorry."

I saw I didn't have any choice except making a scene and getting an immediate divorce from a husband who would then quickly get his face beaten in and a lot of bones broken. I looked at Bennie in a different way and noticed, as I hadn't before, that he had a good body.

"Okay, God damn it, I'll do it. Come on in the bedroom, Bennie. You too, Terry, for treating me like dirt you get to be the cuckold in the corner watching your wife ball the other guy. I hope you enjoy it."

I thought Terry was going to cry when I stood up, took Bennie's hand, and headed for the bedroom. By the time Terry got there I was on my knees sucking Bennie's cock- which was a good two inches longer than Terry's and thicker. I was really getting into it when Bennie pulled me to my feet, saying, "Take off your clothes, Barbara, I'm going to ball you and I don't have all day." Even though I knew that was coming, it made me tremble a little. He pushed me over on my back, climbed on, and began pounding my pussy with that oversize cock. He was really rough, and he was hurting me, but then it got worse. He turned me over, pulled my hips up to make a good target, and jammed it into my ass. I screamed in real pain- I thought he was going to rip me apart. He pounded my ass for just a minute or two then pulled out, turned me over again, came all over my breasts, face and hair, and then put it back in my mouth, said, "Lick it, slut!". A minute or so he was through.

He laughed as he pulled his pants back up. "How was that, Terry?" he smirked. "Did you enjoy seeing your wife getting split up the middle?" Terry didn't and began to cry openly. But I did like it- I loved it! I had never been fucked that way and since I got married to Terry, who was below average in size and timid in bed, I thought I would never experience that kind of fucking.

Bennie said he would see me at 5:30 two days later, and I said, "Okay, if I have to." I didn't want either of them to know how much I had enjoyed getting balled like that. Bennie left and I told Terry he was sleeping in the guest room until he had paid off his debt and the vig went away. He didn't argue much. I didn't see much point in fucking him anymore, either emotionally or physically, so I didn't. Desperate to get back on my good side, for once in his life he didn't gamble and worked hard to pay off his debt entirely, and in ten months he managed it. I gave him one good pity fuck then the next day I filed for divorce.

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