The bet

It's the last day of the festival in the neighboring town.  My wife and I enjoy a leisurely stroll down the main boulevard, looking at the various odds and ends the vendors are selling while the smell of fried foods fills the air.

"Excuse me, sir, could you help us settle a bet?" she asks a stranger.  It takes me by surprise as we had been walking together in silence.  What is she doing?

"Sure, I'll try," he replies.  He's of average height, dark hair, seems physically fit, and has an air of playfulness about him.  I'm guessing that's why she chose him.

"Well, my friends gave my husband here a make-over.  When they finished, they all thought he could pass as a woman.  I admit, my friends did a great job.  However, they're so proud of their work, they suggested men might prefer him over me.  So, this may be a bit embarrassing, but which one of us would you rather be with...if you know what I mean?"

The man is taken aback when my wife says I'm a man.  But he takes a step back to check us both out, looking us over from head to toe.

"I have to agree, your friends are very talented," he says to her.  "But, at the end of the day I'd still choose you, ma'am.  Your husband's a lucky guy."

"Wow, thanks!  You just made my day," she says sincerely.  Somehow her hand is on his upper arm.  "You hear that, Sweetie?" she says.  "I win the bet."

"Now," she continues.  "Since you were so honest, I'd like to share my prize with you.  Because you picked me over my husband, I'll let you get a taste of what you chose.  And since my sissy husband lost the bet, he has to watch.   What do you say?  You interested?"

"Seriously?" he asks.  He glances around before answering.  "Yeah, sure, I'm in."

My wife takes takes his hand in hers and leads us both down a nearby alley.  Once we round the corner, she pulls her panties down her thighs while keeping eye contact with him.

"Go ahead," she says to the man.  "Understand, I'm giving you carte blanche.  You can do whatever you want with me.  Only rule is you have to use protection.  My husband can hook you up with that."  

She slowly lifts her skirt, revealing her milky white thighs followed by her naked sex.  She turns around slowly, giving him a good view of her body.

The man is quick to get his hands on her.  He gently grabs at her thigh and gives a playful spank on her ass.  He glances cautiously over at me.

"Don't mind him," my wife says.  "He's on board with this.  Aren't you, sissy?  Make sure you watch what a real man does with a woman."

And that's how a stranger had his way with my wife in an alley, while I stood by and watched.