NOTE to Readers: This story idea is not mine, but from "Coinflipper21" on MSN Group > Castrix > (I think the group no longer exists) – Chapter 1 was submitted 4 Apr 06 by “Coinflipper21” and rewritten by “Finder”, submitting the story on 26 Sep 06. “Coinflipper21” and “Finder” did an excellent job on the initial chapter and I wanted to continue the story. After talking with "Finder", I received his permission to continue work on the series. After I wrote the chapter I sent it to "Finder" for editing, which he did an excellent job at, even adding a little to the chapter to make it better. With thanks to "Coinflipper21" and "Finder", enjoy the next chapter to “Cock-Gambling in Vegas”

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After our first night of "non-Russian-roulette" cock gambling in Las Vegas, we all made it through in one piece, beating odds of thirty-five to one through thirty to one. We decided not to do a second round the same evening, but all the wives were in agreement that we would chance the odds of twenty-nine to one through twenty-four the next evening, our last night in Vegas.

Throughout the day Sunday, couples came and went, making last-minute runs to the casino for a last-ditch effort at luck. But all six husbands had the true gamble, to come that evening, in the front of their minds.

Evan and Allan both expressed reservations about gambling their cocks again, against decreasing odds. Tonya and Jana used their female persuasion, explaining how much of a turn-on it was to watch their men take such a gamble.

“Besides”, Jana pointed out, “wasn’t that the most intense orgasm you have ever had? I know it was, Allan. I felt all of it hit the back of my throat.” Allan couldn’t argue with that, nor could Evan when Tonya said something similar.

Early in the afternoon, Sandra asked me to go out and make sure we were stocked with enough alcohol - "liquid courage" - to make tonight’s high-stakes game go off without a hitch. Before I left the condo, she put her hand on my cock and whispered in my ear.

“I have a feeling I'll pick the 'good' key tonight. Ever since I asked you to build our little Guillotine, I've been dreaming of watching that blade come down while you were strapped to it, your hard cock waiting to fall into the basket. Knowing the care you put into building it - sanding every board smooth as silk, every shiny brass accent, and of course hand-sharpening the blade to a razor's edge - I have a feeling you've been dreaming about the same thing.

"Just remember baby, we're turning the key now. This isn’t like our dry runs at home. If I pick the 'good' key, you'll be my permanent little pussy licker. Now go get our supplies, while you're trying get that rock-hard boner in your pants to go down!”

God, she wasn’t kidding. My heart felt like it jumped into my throat, and I drove at least five miles before I started to go limp, and even then I was fighting off a semi-erection as I entered the package store.

At six o’clock we all met back at the condo for dinner, and then locked the door: there would be no interruptions! Before sitting down to eat, all the ladies went upstairs and changed into sexy outfits and lingerie.

Jana came out as the naughty school girl with a very short plaid skirt and thin white shirt, the bottom tied above her belly button. The shirt was so thin there was no question that she had decided to go without a bra. Allan insisted on checking out her panties - and was surprised (and pleased) to find she went the same route with panties as she did with her bra!

Tonya decided to go with a pink see-through teddy, which made all the guys’ jaws drop. Susan chose a black lacey bra-and-panties set, accented with garters and thigh-high stockings. Rita was a little more conservative, showing off a flimsy blue evening gown with a low-cut neck, and a slit up the side that went clear above the hip. She carried a few extra pounds and although she may have felt the need to hide her body, if definitely wasn't necessary. She had a sexy and shapely body that could stop traffic, even with a few pounds she wished she didn't have to carry.

Marcia surprised everyone, including husband Steve, with a black patent-leather corset and matching g-string panties, accompanied by knee-high boots. Finally, Sandra came down the stairs in a nurse's outfit that I was sure she had never worn to work. The white patent leather skirt was high enough that her white lace panties were clearly visible and her white patent leather top was unzipped below the bra line showing off her amazing cleavage in a half-cup transparent white bra. Perched atop her head was a classic little nursing cap.

Sandra still had a body that most women would die for. At age thirty-two, the mere sight of her nude body was enough to give me, or any other straight man, a hard-on. At five foot eight and 130 pounds, she wore every ounce in the right place. Her thirty-four C-cup breasts were perky enough to make a teen jealous and her puffy pink nipples could make anyone want to suckle them like a nursing baby. Her wide hips gave her body shape and rounded out an ass that was made for short mini-skirts. Her thick, curly, light-brown hair accented her deep brown eyes and her full lips were made for sucking a cock. Her long legs seemed to go on for miles and even she couldn't deny that a pair of high heels could define her calves enough to make anyone drool. Perhaps that is why her closet was full of them. I know I never complained when she bought a new pair since I was always the first to see them, usually incorporated with some lingerie or nothing else. Her velvet pussy was the softest I ever had the pleasure of feeling. I have never seen her with more that a thin strip of light-brown hair above it.

Sandra smiled at the guys and said “I just might have to do some work as a nurse tonight, so I figured this outfit wasn’t too far off the mark.” The guys and I laughed - nervously. We didn't need to be reminded that one of us might need some prompt medical attention later in the evening.

After dinner, with wine as a starter, we retired to the living room to chat about the day's activities, while knocking back some mixed drinks to get the party going full swing.

Sandra had found a naughty nurse porno film while she was out, and we put it on to get the arousal going. At seven-thirty, Sandra stood up.

“OK, gamblers. It’s time to make preparations for this evening's cock roulette. Ladies, remove your outfits and undress your husbands so we can see those potential sacrificial lambs. Once everyone is in proper attire we'll go upstairs and start the game.”

Surprisingly, the men were eagerly awaiting their wives' disrobing so they could undress them for all to see. I was already hard and the ladies noticed, giggling at the bulge in my jeans. Jana looked at me and announced “It looks like someone can’t wait to get their cock in the machine - that could remove your natural sex life in the blink of an eye.” I think I blushed a little. I could feel my heart thumping like a trip hammer, and my cock growing even harder.

Once the ladies were completely in the buff they looked at each other and began to undress each others' husbands. I'm guessing they decided this earlier in the day. Jana came over to me and pulled my shirt over my head, undid my belt, and dropped my jeans and boxers to the floor in one fell swoop. My erection sprang up as it finally gained its freedom. Jana gave my cock a nice little tug and my balls a gentle squeeze for good measure. I saw my wife Sandra working on Tom in a similar fashion, only she bent down and gave his cock a little kiss on the head, almost as if to say “Get ready to kiss this puppy goodbye.”

Once everyone was upstairs, Sandra grabbed the bowl of keys while the men stared nervously at the beautifully-crafted penis guillotine - the machine that, sooner or later, would separate one cock from its owner, in front of eleven of his closest friends.

Before Sandra asked the wives to pick their keys, she gave each man a full-strength Viagra. She looked at us with an impish grin.

“If one of you loses the ultimate gamble, I want that cock rock hard when the blade drops.”

Susan giggled. “You're becoming a very evil woman, Sandra.” The other men and I each gamely swallowed our little blue pill, with shots of very old single-malt whiskey Evan had brought for the occasion.

Marcia volunteered to pick first, telling her husband Steve that she wanted to give him a fighting chance. Sandra reminded everyone that the odds for the evening were twenty-nine to one through twenty-four to one. She said she would pick last, so I would face the lowest odds.

One by one, the wives picked a key from the bowl, each looking her husband in the eye and holding the key up for him to see. Then Sandra called for quiet, as she had something to say.

“I have a 'request or dare': I will state the requirement for all of you before we continue the betting. First, we all agree the 'winner' gets the $6000 pot we all contributed to, for pain, suffering, and the chance to be the world's best pussy-licker. Second: once we start tonight, I say we continue on with additional rounds until there is a loser.

It’s the only true way we'll know it was the ultimate gamble and that the machine was always ready to carry out its function, to remove the penis from one of our men. Please talk it over between yourselves, as couples, and decide if you wish to continue. If you don't agree to these terms, you will leave the room and your participation in the game will end.”

She already knew my answer, so we didn’t have much to discuss. This gave us time to survey the faces and quiet conversations of our friends. Of our guests, Evan and Allan seemed to be the most alarmed. They spent about five minutes talking with their wives in hushed tones, but in the end they agreed to the terms. Now, it was a new game. The stakes were raised. Some evening, maybe tonight, everyone would see one hard cock go down.

“Very well”, my wife said. “By the end of the game, one of you men will have made the ultimate gamble and lost something that can never be replaced. If we wish to play another game when this one is done, we can discuss it then. Marcia, will you please lead our first contestant to the guillotine?”

Marcia walked over to the guillotine and inserted her key. “Steve, are you ready to put your cock on the line? 'What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas', especially your normal sex life, if you're unlucky.” Steve took a deep breath and walked unsteadily across the floor to the device of ultimate orgasm. Marcia guided his now-hard cock through the lunette. Tonya secured the thick leather strap over his buttocks while Rita and Susan secured his arms and legs with Velcro bands.

Marcia gave Steve a big wet kiss.

“Enjoy the blow-job I'm about to give you. I'll make this one unforgettable, in case it's the last time you ever feel my mouth on your dick.” With that, Marcia dropped to her knees in front of the stock. Steve had a raging hard-on by now, thanks to the Viagra and the attention of eleven people focused on his erection. Marcia wasted no time coating his penis with a slick coat of saliva. She started out slow and took her time, sinking deep down on his cock. She almost choked with a gag reflex a few times (thinking to herself that she would have to work on her deep-throat skills, if Steve still had something to deep-throat after tonight). After a while she began to pick up speed, using one hand to pump the half of his cock that wasn't in her mouth, while playing with her clit with the other.

Tonya made sure everyone noticed Marcia masturbating. “Wow, she's really turned on by the possibility of Steve falling victim to the blade!” That coaxed a moan from Steve, and

Marcia began to feel his cock pulsate. She pulled her lips off his cock and continued pumping her fist on his glistening shaft.

“Shoot it all over my face baby!”

Steve groaned as the first spurt of milky-white cum shot from his cock, hitting Marcia right on the forehead. She continued to pump, and as the second shot of sperm left his cock with tremendous force, she stopped rubbing her pussy, reached up, and quickly pulled the lever.

“CLICK!!”

Steve's cum splashed across Marcia's cheeks and his eyes were screwed tight as he was overwhelmed by the intensity of his orgasm and anticipation of the blade dropping. Marcia's fingers had returned to working her clit again, and she cried out once with her own sudden orgasm. The razor-sharp steel above them vibrated, but did not fall. Steve's rigid penis continued to pump semen at her, which Marcia caught in her open mouth, until only a dribble was leaking out. Steve breathed a deep sigh of relief and exhaustion, legs sagging. Marcia began sucking on him again, milking the remaining cum from his cock with her lips and tongue. Then she got up slowly, kissed him, and told him that he would get to fuck her again - and she would make it the best he'd ever had.

The ladies released Steve from his bonds and helped him to the love seat across the room. Marcia hugged him.

"Did you enjoy that, Stevie? Was that a good orgasm, darling? Because it sure was good for me!"

Steve leaned over, giving her a wet sloppy kiss. “I've never come that intensely before ... you gave me one hell of an amazing blow-job!”

“Just wait until I learn how to deep-throat!”

Rita said “Well you better learn soon before it’s too late”, and all the girls laughed.

Next up was Allan and Jana, with an intense oiled hand job, combined with licking and nibbling.

“CLICK!” The blade stayed up.

Then it was Wayne and Rita:

“CLICK!” Wayne's penis survived, still attached.

Tom and Susan's turn:

“CLICK!” Lots of cum on Susan's face, no blood.

Followed by Evan and Tonya:

“CLICK!” I think Evan almost passed out, two spurts into his ejaculation, when Tonya pulled the lever, so certain was he that his time was up. Sandra and Marcia held him up so he didn't collapse backwards. His rock-hard erection remained firmly attached.

In a lifetime of observing sex in all its forms - a zillion porn films, with real sex and varying degrees of bad acting; my own experiences with many women, before Sandra; and finally two years with this close group of voyeuristic and exhibitionist friends - I have never seen a woman so utterly and lovingly devoted to her man's ultimate pleasure as these six demonstrated that night. In the space of a few minutes, each woman compressed a lifetime of devotion into one (perhaps final) act of sexual giving, focused entirely on her man's straining erection under the blade of our penis guillotine. Each husband experienced an intense orgasm at the hands and mouths of their wives, waves of pleasure making them scream uncontrollably in ecstasy.

My cock was so hard by this point that it had begun to ache. If Sandra had asked me to chop down a tree with it, I might have tried. In the back of my mind I actually was thinking that the blade might offer me relief from the growing ache of my swollen erection.

Sandra stood by the guillotine, gazed lovingly into my eyes, and held up the key she had selected.

“Bob, I really have a good feeling about this key. I'm not psychic but something tells me that this is the key that'll give you your freedom.” She giggled. I stood up slowly, almost paralyzed with a combination of arousal and apprehension.

“Are you ready to submit your hard throbbing cock to the blade?”

I stood there almost in shock, unable to speak.

“Let me help you get into position, baby.” Sandra grabbed my balls and pulled me towards the machine. She didn’t need to force me; I just couldn’t seem to take the steps on my own. She guided my cock through the lunette. It barely fit; I felt the hot skin scraping the sides of the hole on the way in, thanks to the extra swelling provided by that little blue pill.

Sandra went to the front side and gave my cock a couple of strong tugs, until my pubic hair was pressed flat between my pubis and the smooth wooden stock. Jana approached from behind, attaching the leather strap across my ass to ensure I couldn't back out, if I had second thoughts. With surprising strength, she pulled the strap very tight.

“If your wife is right and she picked the 'good' key, let's make sure you're nice and tight so you'll only have a very small stub left” she said, with an impish grin.

Susan was laughing. “Oh, poor Bob! It seems two women really want to see your big cock lying in the basket.”

Rita spoke up. “Make that three women.” All the wives laughed.

Sandra looked at me, straight in the eyes. “Let’s see if we can give these vixens exactly what they came to see. Do you want to cum in my mouth, on my face, or on my tits?”

"In your mouth, sweetheart" I said, almost in a whisper. If the blade fell, the last sensations I wanted to feel with my penis were her lips, her teeth, her tongue. I wanted her to be on her knees in front of me with my severed penis still in her warm, wet mouth.

“OK baby, here we go! I hope you enjoy it ... just in case.”

She got down on her knees and started running her fingers along the length of my cock. Pre-cum had already begun to glisten the head of my penis, due to my state of constant arousal over the past 3 hours. Sandra playfully licked the head, pulling back, and leaving a string of my excitement between her tongue and my penis. Without warning, she lunged her open mouth towards my cock and took its entire length down her throat, until her lips rested on the smooth wooden stock. If the stock hadn’t been in the way, she could have reached her tongue out and licked each of my swollen balls.

She looked up at me, my cock completely buried in her mouth and throat. A gentle smile played on her lips and then I felt her teeth come down slowly on the hard shaft, pressing deeper and deeper into the base of my penis. The little she-devil knew how much I liked cock-biting. She growled suddenly, shook her head back and forth, teeth digging in deeper, pulling hard and away, as if she was going to tear my penis out by its roots. At the same time, her tongue slurped back and forth on the sensitive underside of my shaft. In the back of my mind, I wondered if she might actually ignore the lever, just bite it off ... In my fever of arousal, I dimly heard Marcia and Rita laughing tensely, watching and waiting for my ejaculation.

Sandra held her lips against the stock, teeth embedded deep into my shaft, and looked up at me with such lust that I could already feel the surge in my loins. She felt it too, pulled back and smiled up at me, sweetly.

“Honey, if you don’t control yourself, I won’t be able to make this last for you.” With her mouth off me, I could see dark teeth-mark indentations on the base of my penis, an arousing visual we both love to observe - but never before had she bitten me so far down the shaft.

Of course, what she said and what she was thinking were two different things, because she immediately deep-throated me again, her tongue roughly sliding up and down the shaft underside, teeth nibbling and biting down as they advanced relentlessly toward the base of my rigid cock. I couldn’t help it. I was past the point of no return and I clamped my eyes shut, sweat beading up and running down my entire body. If she was right, this was the last moment of my last blow-job ... ever. My cock seemed to explode, sending the first shot of cum straight into her belly. She pulled back slightly, using two fingers and a thumb to keep milking me forcefully into her mouth. At the same time I saw her other hand reach for the lever.

“CLICK!”

I screamed, and I heard Jana gasp behind me. I thought I heard a new sound, the blade releasing and starting its sudden downward journey, its sole purpose to end my sex life for all time ... I felt my penis still pumping spurt after spurt into Sandra's mouth, still felt her tongue, teeth, and lips on every millimeter of its overheated flesh - no slashing impact of surgical steel sweeping away all sensation from my still-rigid shaft. I opened my eyes after several seconds; the razor-sharp blade still hung in its precarious position.

The roots of my erection still pulsed, waves of orgasm sweeping through my exhausted body, while Sandra continued coaxing every drop of semen out of my dick, even making sure to clean out my slit with her tongue.

Marcia’s mouth was hanging open in rapt appreciation.

“You made him cum in about a minute! I think he really thought that tonight was the night.”

Sandra looked up at me from her position near my still-rigid cock, protruding through our machine.

“Well baby? Did you think you were going to lose that piece of meat between your legs to our wonderful contraption tonight?”

“Yes” I acknowledged, with a deep sigh of relief. “It’s all I've been thinking about since this morning.”

“Well, maybe next time." She gave my still-throbbing penis a playful downward karate-chop at the base, simulating the motion of the machine's blade. When they finally released me from the cock guillotine I had no strength in my legs, and I collapsed to the floor. I think I even blacked out for a moment.

Once everybody recovered from their various states of arousal and relief, we found ourselves partly dressed, sitting in the living room enjoying a few more straight shots of Evan's single-malt. Tom broke the comfortable silence in which we all quietly basked.

“Ya know, I think us men deserve a little more incentive to play cock-roulette.”

Susan cocked her head, as if to ask what he meant.

“Well, we guys are the ones taking all the risk here, although it seems everyone enjoys it - ladies, you don't hide your excitement well. If your pussies put off any more heat you'd burn the condo down.”

Everybody laughed.

“For starters, the husbands should be allowed to have sex with their wives anytime they want, in any way or position they want, while the game is in progress. No exceptions.”

The women looked at each other and they shared an expression of understanding. Marcia and Sandra nodded.

“I think we can live with those terms”, Tonya said, looking at the other wives for signs of objection. Sandra spoke up next.

“Perhaps we should add a few activities or rules to the game to make it more interesting. Tomorrow when we drive home, the men will ride in two cars and the women in the other two. When we get home we can have dinner at our place and conduct negotiations.”

Everyone seemed to nod in agreement, as I wondered what my little wife had in store. With exhaustion on our faces we all retired to our rooms, where I am sure the other guys used their new-found rights to bed their women in any way they desired.

For me, Sandra got on the bed on all fours and pointed her ass up in the air, while pressing her face and tits into the mattress. I pumped my lust-crazed dick into her for all I was worth. When we were spent, we both dropped, exhausted, to the sheets, and fell asleep almost instantly.

The game would continue.