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And he completed it by September months ago (majority of it happened without my help).

So quick backstory is that I let him fuck other girls ever since we were dating.

As for details of this “challenge”: he couldn’t have been sexual with them ever in the past and the main thing that would disqualify a number was if he got into their pants through transactional means, outside of that it was fair game — yes I could and did help him, but majority of it was all him. But I’ll just tell of my direct involvement, and before I do, the truth is, nothing I did was special, we’ve been doing this since we opened up the relationship!

Tinder helped me out the most; I was very upfront when it came to whoever I matched with. Oh right, before getting into the matching part, I obscured our identity by having photos of angles that didn’t completely show our faces, just in case someone we know that doesn’t know of our kinky side saw our account. Because my account explicitly said we’re a couple looking to spice things up with a third. The girls that matched weren’t just interested, they were really down to fuck, like once they realised we were real ~(and attractive)~ people, they were bloody keen to get going. Although most of them took a few days of messaging before meeting up, which would be us taking them out to restaurants or bars, some of them were eager to come meet over on the same day.

Second best method was the good old-fashioned in-person way: bars, clubs, etc! And this was easily the quickest, but most importantly, funnest, method. Most of the time we went clubbing together, we’d be bringing two different girls back with us. A lot of times our home-fun was preceded by outside-fun — drunk foursomes outside is one hell of an experience! My other favourite type of experience from the clubbing scene was picking girls up from one place to another: eg. we’d befriend one girl at one club, then us three would go somewhere else, meet someone else who wants to join in, then — if we weren’t too drunk to not get in — we’d kick-on again and discover a fifth-wheeler keen for an orgy.

It was such an exciting but time-consuming affair, and I say time-consuming because all the partying I did only happened in the first few months of the year since I got pregnant haha. Eventually when my belly started growing most of the girls hubby would bring over just weren’t comfortable with a pregnant wife involved, which was fair enough because it’s a pretty niche fetish. So that’s about the time when hubs just went alone with his pursuits of achieving success and as I already spoiled in the beginning, he passed with flying colours!

Finally, what was the reward? What was he going to win or lose? Nothing, really. I knew he would be able to do it, I just wanted to see how quickly, but in the spirit of a bet I had to give it some stakes, so I said if he can’t reach it, then he’d have to get a tattoo of my name across his neck. Which would’ve been a negative due to to his job.

NSFW: yes

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