The Bet Was "Role Reversal

I’ve been living with my wife Zoi for three years now, and as time goes by, we keep trying new things in bed—usually initiated by her. Over the past year, we’ve done various things I might tell you about another time. Right now, I want to recount the most recent story, which happened after our national team’s match against Portugal. I should mention that we’re both football fans and often watch games together, either on TV or live. She’s the first partner I’ve ever had who shows such genuine interest in football.

Before the match, we had the usual kind of discussion everyone has about the game. I, accustomed as I am to our national team’s failures, was extremely pessimistic. She, on the other hand, was wildly optimistic. “We’ll tear them apart, we’ll eat them alive,” and all sorts of similar things. The absolute way she expressed herself annoyed me, as I considered it the fanaticism of someone clueless. In the heat of the argument, after logical reasoning had long been exhausted and we’d descended into verbal sparring, I told her: “At the end of the day, your opinion doesn’t matter. Football is a man’s thing. Only men’s opinions count.” To which she instantly replied, deaf to my point: “I totally agree with you. So if we win, like I said we would, then I’m the man. Deal?” The implication was clear. I immediately understood what was going on in her mischievous mind. Still, I figured the chances of our national team winning were extremely slim. The risk of agreeing to her terms was minimal, so I answered: “Deal.”

During the game, things unfolded as we all know—the incredible victory of our national team. Every few minutes after the first goal and until the final whistle, she teased me, asking: “Who’s the man?” while pointing at herself. After the match ended, I wasn’t sure Zoi would actually follow through with her crazy game. But she was unstoppable. After the celebrations, she reminded me of our agreement and went inside to get ready. To be honest, I was extremely uneasy. Still, I didn’t want to back out. A while ago, I’d seen her do this with a female friend who had joined us for a few threesomes. Back then, I’d wondered what it would be like if the things she did to her friend were done to me. Either way, I didn’t have much time to decide. A short while later, she appeared in the living room wearing a sheer baby doll, stiletto heels, and, of course, a strapon harness strapped around her waist. “Baby,” she said, “I’ll be good to you. I won’t hurt you at all. I’ll fuck you gently so you’ll come back to me often.” I was completely lost. I didn’t know what to do.

On one hand, the sight of Zoi with her firm breasts under the sheer fabric and the strapon hanging between her legs turned me on and urged me to continue. On the other hand, I was afraid this might have negative consequences for our relationship—maybe it would upset the balance between us. But her manner won me over. She approached me, pulled my pants down, took my cock in her mouth, and gave me an incredible blowjob. As soon as she’d fully aroused me, she told me I had to do to her exactly what she was doing to me. At the very least, we should be equals—or better yet, her slightly above me. Then she presented me with her strapon and made me go down on it. The game seemed stupid to me. After all, she couldn’t feel anything herself.

So I quickly abandoned it. She didn’t insist. She moved on to other games. She turned me around and made me kneel on the couch, my ass facing her. She spread my ass cheeks and gave me an amazing rim job. Her tongue moved at high speed, sometimes caressing my asshole, sometimes trying to penetrate it. We’d done this before, several times in the past, and I’d always enjoyed it. Then, once my ass was sufficiently wet, she started inserting a finger. She did it very carefully. I didn’t feel any pain at all. Slowly, she pushed it all the way in and began stroking my prostate. It was an incredible sensation. I felt like I was cumming constantly, even though I wasn’t actually ejaculating. After she’d pampered me with one finger for a while, she continued by inserting a second one.

That’s when things started getting intense. It hurt. She stopped, went inside, and came back with a lube we usually used when I fucked her from behind. She gave me another rim job, then started applying the lube. Slowly, she pushed it inside my ass with her finger. Very quickly, she inserted her second finger as well. And before I knew it, she started pushing in a dildo we had lying around in the living room. My ass was fully open by then. The dildo slid in without causing me any pain. When she realized this, with me still upside down on the couch, she slightly lowered my hips so they aligned with her waist, grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands, and started fucking me with the strapon. We had truly switched roles. I felt like I was in her position. She was fucking me properly. It was unbelievable.

After a few gentle strokes, adding lube continuously, she managed to insert the entire strapon. My insides were on fire. The whole area was literally burning. Throughout, Zoi kept telling me this was exactly how I fucked her, and now it was my turn to see what it felt like. Her words turned me on even more. She called me a cocksucker, a slut, and other similar names—ones I usually call her. Then she gradually increased the pace until she was really fucking me hard. At some point, after a couple of times when she hurt me badly and I let out some cries, she stopped. I collapsed beside her, exhausted. Even though I was drained, my cock was still fully erect. Although she asked me to do to her what she’d done to me, I refused and asked for a break to rest and process what had just happened. But she was relentless. As I lay on the couch, she spread her legs, placed my heels on her shoulders, and started fucking me again. “I can’t get enough of fucking you,” she said, mimicking the line I almost always say to her after my first orgasm. And she truly meant it. She continued fucking me for quite a while. I actually liked this position better because I could see her face and her breasts moving up and down.

The rest of the night wasn’t particularly heroic. I didn’t get my revenge, but I enjoyed it. As soon as she stopped fucking me, she sucked my cock and started playing with it. She wiped the lube off my ass with a towel and started rimming me again, pushing her head between my ass and the couch cushions. I didn’t take long to cum, filling the couch with my sperm. “This is the only thing I can’t do with my own cock,” Zoi said. “Thankfully,” I replied, “because I had zero desire to get pregnant.” And we both burst out laughing.