[WalterBlog]

On another weekend, where she was once again cheating on her pathetic hubby she turns up wearing a pair of black ski leggings and a blue fluffy jumper. She probably thinks this to be a good selection, but when my pet feminist decides to tidy up my kitchen and sweep the floor she bends over. This action stretches the fabric of her pants and low and behold I get a great view of her underwear. I can read the label and can quiet clearly can see she has on a pink pair of knickers. A pretty sensible pair to cover her wide arse but definitely pink.

We settle in, listening to some erotic tunes. Dancing in the middle of the room, I slowly embrace and kiss her whilst I start to remove items of clothing from us both. I’m soon naked but have deliberately left her topless but with her black leggings still on. This didn’t really take me too long as today she didn’t have any bra on.
At this point I state that I would like to guess the colour of her panties. She thinks that this would be a good punt for her as she would normally wear a matching set in her prim and proper manner and believes she has the upper-hand.

She doesn’t know that I’ve already had a good look at her rear earlier on in the day, I know exactly what panties she has on and that I will ultimately win the bet. I don’t let on of my inside information but say that I’m intrigued to discover what she might have on?????

The trap is now laid and we discuss the settlement for the winner of the wager.
I open by saying that I’d like to stay over at her house one day whilst her husband is away on business and that we make love in his bed. She feels a little uneasy about such high stakes and surprisingly still has a little bit of respect for her husband. After a little deliberation she refuses my first offer.

I’m not going to let her off the hook that easily. I’m dead hard and rubbing my cocked weapon up against her body as the music sways. I brush my hand over the front of her leggings but I’m not going to take her leggings off yet. I want her to get really excited and beg me to take them off her to reveal the colour.

I then offer her a much softer bet where the winner can choose the next sexual act .

I move over to the arm chair and sit down facing her. my legs wide apart, and the flag pole fully flying some 8 inches above my ball sack. I place a cushion on the floor between my feet and say “Pink?”.

She is still apprehensive about this wager, so to help her out I say that she can go to the bathroom to derob in private to hide her final item of clothing and “cheat if she wishes”. This also allows her the chance to remove any sanitary products she may be wearing given that it was real messy down there 2 days previous.
She quiet quickly reappears, totally naked and without saying a word. I point to the cushion and gesture her to kneel down in front of me. She unsurprisingly complies with a smile, happily skips across the room and proceeds to give me a great sucking. I can see the clock as she dips fully down on me for 5,10,15 minutes. Relentlessly she continues between my knees and makes me quiver and cry out for joy on several occasions.

She finally stops sucking me off, we draw breath and I to continue my charade, I ask if I’ve won the bet? She is saying nothing but smurks and leans forward to give me a deep french kisses. I'm less eager than her given what has recently been deposited in her mouth but she appears to be demonstrating that she has swallowed me. She wants to share and make me taste the remnants my own cum from her mouth.

The bolshie femisist then emerges from the kiss with some BS about how she had really won the bet and that her panties were really a salmon orange colour and that coming to the chair was her choice and not my prize.

However the fact was that I had got what I wanted. I had out cheated the cheater by getting my load swallowed during a marathon BJ.