Eric vs. My Girlfriend [MF][Hotwife][Cuckold] | 2016

Another custom story I wrote for a redditor over in /r/cuckold!

THE BET

You know how you have those buddies that are friends, but really sometimes you just hate the guy? That's how I was with Eric. We were always buddies but something about him rubbed me the wrong way. It could have been feeling envious of the fact that he alternated cars he drove to school between the two convertibles his rich parents had given him. Maybe it was some subconscious jealousy at how much more athletic he was—we were both on the basketball team except I came off the bench as our back-up point guard at 5'11” and he was our starting power forward at 6'5”... he was definitely more built too, spending hours at the gym everyday after class while I usually went home to hangout with my girlfriend.

Maybe it was how he was always suggestive and making jokes around my girlfriend that bothered me, actually. I had been dating Grace for six months, and Eric never seemed to miss an opportunity to remind me of how much Grace looked like one of his drunken hook-ups. She was a knock-out, petite build, curly brown hair and a nice bubble butt with firm C-cup tits. It always bugged me how Eric would tell her how good she looked, or ask her what she was doing with a loser like me... he said it jokingly enough, and Grace always assured me that she only had eyes for me... but sometimes it bothered me, looking at the way he looked at her. It didn't help that I had seen him in the showers—the man is packing. Blue eyes, blonde hair and a huge fat cock on an adonis body... yeah maybe he was just a buddy I didn't like because I was just plain jealous. Whatever the reason, I wasn't a fan of him teasing me, especially the afternoon before a big game.

“I hope Grace is coming to the game to see me play” He teased “... oh and maybe she'll see a few minutes of you too, if you ever get your ass off the bench!” “Shut up dude, don't you have some other girl to make fun of?” “Haha take it as a compliment bro, your girl is fine as fuck. What do I have to do to get a shot at a girl like that?” I took the chance to tease him back “Probably average 30 points and 10 rebounds, to compensate for your personality” “Heyo! So you're saying if I scored that much, you'd give me a shot with Grace?” “Doesn't matter because it's never gonna happen.” The leading scorer in our division only put up about 20 points per game. “I'd bet I can do it at least once. Especially if your Grace was the motivation.” “No, idiot. You're not getting with my girl and you're definitely not scoring that many points.” “If Grace was on the line, I could be Lebron James himself” “And if you're not?” If he was this eager to make an easy bet for me to win, I figured I'd see what I stood to win on the other side of it. “Hey I'd make it a fair bet... you could drive one of my cars for a month... so if I win, I get to test drive Grace, and if you win, you can test drive one of my rides.” I replied “Shame Grace would never touch you, because I wouldn't mind your Camaro for the month.”

He chuckled as we went our seperate ways to class. I was excited since my next class was with Grace—we were still in that cute stage of going out where we wanted to do everything together.

“Hey you, hows your day been going? Big game tonight!” My girlfriend greeted me with a smile as I walked into class. She looked divine—bright eyes and curly brown hair, wearing a simple tight t-shirt and jeans that revealed her slim figure. I loved these jeans because of how they framed her bubble butt, and the tight t-shirt definitely didn't hide how perky her tits were either. “Hey you” I replied, smiling back “Day's been good, definitely can't wait for the game... gotta shut Eric up about me being on the bench!” “Haha, you can't let that guy bother you... I think he's just the playful type, there's no way he means any of it!” She was being supportive “You don't think he does?” I raised my eyebrow at her “Well that's probably good you think that, because you should've heard what he was saying about you.” “Oh what's that? I'm sure I've heard it all before from him... pretty sure he just compliments me to get to you anyways.” She blushed slightly... even though she was gorgeous she didn't feel like a guy like Eric—star basketball player with a God-like body--would be interested in her. “Well I don't think you'd like what he had to say... though it did open up an avenue for me to benefit potentially.” I tried being cryptic about it so I didn't have to blurt out exactly what Eric and I had been discussing to my girlfriend. “Babe speak English, I'm a big girl and I seriously doubt it was a big deal at all. I'm mostly just curious now, what'd he say about me?” “Basically tried to get me to make a bet with him. Said he could put up a ridiculous... and I mean ridiculous... stat-line up in tonight's game. If he lost, then I get one of his cars for the month.” “...and if he wins?” Grace looked up at me inquisitively. “He's not going to. The statline is literally impossible, nobody has done it in our division in years. Eric is good but he's not that good.” “Still didn't tell me what he gets if he wins, loser!” “He'd get you.” “Like... to date?” “No.t exactly...” Grace laughed as she realized Eric was totally objectifying her, and just wanted her as his prize. “Oh, like some kind of trophy fuck?” She sounded a little indignant. “Told you that you'd get offended! Anyways it doesn't matter—like you said he was probably joking and it's never gonna happen.” Grace looked at me mischeviously “How sure are you that it's never gonna happen? Like 100%?” “100%...” I looked at her hesitantly, already understanding what she was about to suggest. I definitely knew there was next to no chance of Eric making that statline, but the fact that she was clarifying and that it might be real got me a little more nervous than I would've liked to admit. “Well babe, I wouldn't mind being driven around in Eric's Camaro for a month, what do you say? You should take him up on the bet if it's so easy... at least to call his bluff on all the shit-talk he gives you!”

Either Grace was 100% sure about my read on Eric's odds of going off in tonight's game, or she wasn't so opposed to being his fuck-toy for the evening. I was on-edge, but didn't quite know why—there's no way Eric could put up numbers like those...but maybe I was just anxious thinking about him with her... and how he was more massive than me in almost every way. He had forced me to think about it with his bet, even if the odds of him and Grace together were basically zero.

“Haha really? Yeah I guess I am getting tired of walking to school...” “Text him! Do it!” Grace seemed enthused that she was helping me take on a buddy that she knew busted my balls a lot.

I shot Eric a text.