How a "BET" change a life of Wife

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The next three hours were the happiest moments of Ritika's life. The only time she didn't have two cocks buried in one of her holes was when they were switching positions or during their brief rest periods. By the time the men had finished using her body, they had each cum four times and she was covered in their sperm. She put her head down and cried when they stood up off the bed, knowing that they were leaving her. 

"Ritika," said Rajesh and when she looked up he added, "There's some champagne left over from New Years downstairs. Go get it and three shot glasses." 

Still crying, Ritika raced downstairs to get the champagne. She picked up the bottle seeing that it was almost empty. She and Akhil had drank most of it on New Years just before meeting Rajesh at the bar. Hours after drinking this she had become unfaithful to her husband, taking Rajesh's wonderful cock into her mouth for the first time, after losing to him at pool. Ritika grabbed the shot glasses and ran back upstairs. 

"I'd like to propose a toast to Ritika," he said as she set them on their dresser before Rajesh and he took the champagne from her. This was the nicest thing he had done for her all week and she cried with joy and sadness at the compliment. 

He ran out of champagne after pouring the second shot. "Oh Ritika sorry, looks like you don't get any," he said. 

"Come on bro," said Duane snatching up the empty shot glass, "She's gotta drink something." Duane held the glass under his cock and began squeezing out any remaining sperm. He was rewarded by a couple large wads squirting out and falling into the glass. 

Duane passed the shot glass now half full of semen to Rajesh who proceeded to do the same thinking. Milking his cock until a large glob of semen filled it to the rim, mixing with his friends seed. He handed her the sperm shooter and she hesitantly took it into her hands. 

"Heres to Ritika," toasted Rajesh, holding up his drink. "The best damned cock-slut in the world." "Here, here," added Duane and the two men downed their champagne. Ritika looked at the sperm filled glass before her. Light reflected off the semen causing it to sparkle before her eyes. Nothing made sense any more. How can one hand job turn someone from a conservative feminist into a slut who waited on men and drank sperm from a glass. She should throw this into Rajesh's grinning face. If she could do that she could reject what she had become and go back to being a faithful wife who shared the household duties equally with her husband. 

She wanted it to last, so she let their sperm roll over her tongue, tasting them for the last time before swallowing it slowly down her throat. When she finished running her tongue around the insides of the glass to make sure she had gotten it all, she looked up to see that Rajesh and Duane had gone. She hadn't even realized they had gotten dressed and had quietly left the room. She ran to the window in time to hear their motorcycles start up. She gave a scream of despair at what she had lost. Rajesh hadn't even given her a chance to thank him for everything he had done for her. She looked down at the men revving their engines. Rajesh's bike was crowded with his bags, but she noticed an empty spot behind Duane....