X-Change: The Bet

Eva:

Nick and I were nearing our 6 month anniversary. Up until this point, we had little to argue about, still in the honeymoon period. Our friends lauded us with various versions of "You're such a great couple!" and we had just moved in a month prior. I didn't expect much for the anniversary; we had been together less than a year, and were only just now getting serious. My only real expectation was a long fuck session.

On the topic of fucking- the sex was great, if a bit selfish on his part. See, Nick didn't feel the need to service me orally, unless begged, even though it was expected of me. However, his big dick did the job most days (thank the Lord I can orgasm from penetration), so it wasn't much of an issue. I had never, in my 23 years of life, seen a cock as beautiful as his. At least eight inches and thick, he treated it as his pride and joy. A pride that would soon be broken.

We were both competitive, Nick had played football in college, and I had played volleyball. It was that drive which had sparked our relationship in the first place. At a party thrown by our mutual friend Dylan, we had gotten into a heated game of Cornhole. Prior to starting, we made a bet, whoever lost would have to do any non-sexual (I added that criteria) act that the winner wanted. Though the game was heated, he came out on top, and, sap that he is, asked me out on a date.

That became our love language of sorts, bets. They were mostly inconsequential, whoever's team lost a baseball game would have to take out the trash, or whoever ran the furthest that week would get the other to go down on them. However, Nick's bet this week would be the wildest departure from our usual dynamic yet, even if we didn't know it.