0 comments/ 228400 views/ 42 favorites A Lost Bet By: ZENDO_ARGOS Author's Note: I originally posted this story under the name zeke81. Time has passed and I've had several suggestions about improving this story so I am submitting this revised version. I have tried not to change the original plot of the story; I have simply tried to improve the content, structure, and grammar in the story. Please feel free to read the version posted under zeke81 and let me know which version you think is better. ZENDO_ARGOS ----------------------------------------- My sister Nicole and I both went to the same college so we lived together to share expenses. Since Nicole and I were little kids we've been gamblers. We would bet against one another on pretty much everything. You name it we've probably bet on it. When we make a bet it's for something real, not one of those bets where the only thing the winner gets is bragging rights. Sometimes we bet money, sometimes we bet possessions. During my senior year of college, Nicole's sophomore year, we made a bet on a sporting event that would really change things between us forever. The stakes of the bet were for the loser to be the slave of the winner for one month. Now I consider myself a sports buff so I am too embarrassed to tell you what sporting event we bet on, but suffice it to say I lost the bet. I had never seen Nicole more excited. When it was over she was cheering, dancing, and taunting me. She had beaten me at my own game, and she made sure I knew it. For the first few days being her slave wasn't that bad. I did her laundry, made her meals, did her part of the housework, nothing too bad, but on the fourth day she handed me a package. "What's this?" I asked. "That is your uniform; you are to wear this, and only this, while you are at home here for the rest of the month." Nicole said. I opened the package and found that it contained one of those French maid costumes that you can buy for sexual role playing. "There's no way I'm wearing this." I said. "Rules are rules and you lost fair and square. Now go put on your uniform." Nicole said. I'd never failed to pay up on a lost bet so my head sank in shame and I headed to my room to put on my uniform. I was surprised, but she had at least gotten one that would fit me. The uniform had a frilly lace apron on the front of the short skirt, a pair of lace panties, and a pair of fishnet stockings held up by garters on the uniform. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt even more ridiculous than I looked. My face was red with embarrassment as I came back into the living room. My sister had a wicked, yet satisfied, smile on her face as she looked at me. For two days she made me do menial tasks like vacuuming and dusting around the house dressed in my uniform, but on the seventh day of the month that I was to be her slave she took my humiliation further. "Meg and Beth are going to come over for lunch today I want you to have the lasagna ready by noon." Nicole said. "Whoa, your friends are not going to see me like this." I said. "Oh yes they are. You will be serving us lunch at noon, so you'd better get started." Nicole said sternly. "Nicole you've got to be kidding me." I said. "No, I'm not kidding, now you'd better get started, we won't want to wait for lunch." Nicole said. She had an evil smile on her face as she headed down the hall towards her room to get ready. I headed into the kitchen to begin working on the lasagna. My own sister was going to make me be her slave and be dressed like a French maid in front of her friends. Until that point it had all been fun and games as far as I was concerned, a little humiliating, but nothing that couldn't be forgiven. The thought of her friends seeing me dressed like that and laughing at me in my uniform made me begin to hate my sister. As I began making the lasagna I thought about ways to get even with her. At first I thought that perhaps I should take a shit in the lasagna, but I decided that would be too noticeable, but then I adjusted my crotch and found that my cock had become hard from thinking about my revenge. That's when it hit me that I could cum in the lasagna and it was doubtful that they would notice that anything was different. I would have the secret satisfaction of my revenge and they would be none the wiser. I pulled the panties I was being forced to wear as part of the uniform down and began stroking my cock. Being that I had been single for a long time at that point I could jerk off like it was an Olympic sprint. So I soon had a good sized spurt into the pan and I pulled up my panties, finished making the lasagna and started it cooking. When the doorbell rang, Nicole made me answer the door and greet her friends. Just as I had figured they started laughing from the moment that I opened the door. They were still giggling like idiots when I served them the lasagna. I watched with silent satisfaction as they unknowingly wolfed down the lasagna that had my own secret ingredient in it. "Now I want ice cream. Slave, go and fix us sundaes, we'll have them in the living room." Nicole said. I had a rock hard erection from watching them eat my cum. I decided that I could spurt off another one quick enough to give their sundaes a very special topping. Again they ate without showing any sign that they knew what was in the ice cream. "That was absolutely wonderful Nicole. We'll have to come by for lunch tomorrow." Meg said. "Please do, and bring more of the girls by." Nicole said. She looked at me and gave a wicked smile. It was all I could do to keep from smiling right back at her, but that would have let her know that I was up to something. With the girls planning on further humiliating me by brining more girls over to see me like that; I made my own plans. I decided to collect as much cum as I could to feed to those women. I have always recovered quickly so I was jerking off every fifteen minutes to get as much cum as possible into the little plastic container I found. The next day there were five women for lunch. They laughed uncontrollably when they saw me. Again the girls were still laughing at me when I served them chicken breast and mashed potatoes. The potatoes had a sizable amount of cum mixed into them. Day after day I was made to cook for more of my sister's friends and I pounded my dick raw collecting the cum to put into the next day's meal. Finally my month of servitude came to an end. After her friends had left on the last night my sister came to my room and sat on my bed. "I hope that over the past month you learned your lesson for embarrassing me so many times over the years." Nicole said. "Oh I learned a very important lesson alright." I said with a smile. Nicole looked at me for a moment; then she stood up and headed for the door. When she reached the door she turned back and looked at me again. "By the way, my friends all asked me to find out how you learned to cook so well and what your secret to such delicious food is." Nicole said. "You can tell all of them that I have a very special secret ingredient that was put into every meal that I served to them this month." I said. Nicole was confused as she looked at me. "You served so many different kinds of food; what secret ingredient goes in all of them?" Nicole asked. It was my turn to smile. "Open my mini fridge and see for yourself." I said. Nicole opened the mini fridge that I keep in my room. Inside she found find three beers, some leftover pizza, and a clear plastic container. She pulled the container out of the fridge to closer examine its contents. She took the lid off and smelled it, and that's when she realized what it was. "Is this cum?" Nicole asked. She stared at me in complete disbelief. "Yes it is. I've got to say, my dick is sore as hell from jerking off enough to get that much for every day." I said. "You put your cum in all of the food you fed to me and my friends?" Nicole asked mortified. "Yep, and unless you want them to find out that they've been eating my cum all month you're going to be my slave for a month." I said. "GO ahead and tell them; they'll never believe you." Nicole said. "I thought about that. Why should they believe me after all? That is why I made a video of some of my recipes; to offer up as proof." I said. I hit play on my VCR. Nicole watched for a minute and saw that I was telling the truth. "Okay, I'll be your slave; just please don't ever let my friends know about the food. Please." Nicole begged. "Deal, now go to bed, tomorrow you start a month of servitude." I said. Nicole had a worried look on her face as she walked out of my room, as the night wore on I couldn't sleep as I thought about how sweet my revenge was going to be. The next morning at six I quietly entered Nicole's room and woke her up with a bucket of ice water dumped all over her as she lay sleeping on her bed. "Wake up. Since you got such a kick out of making me wear a uniform, here is yours." I said. I handed her the uniform I had selected for her. "This isn't a uniform; it's two stickers and a g-string." Nicole said. "If the stickers are the wrong size you can go without. I will be in the kitchen awaiting my breakfast, don't make me wait long." I said. In a few minutes Nicole came into the kitchen wearing the political stickers over her nipples and wearing the tiny g-string that I had handed her. She made me breakfast and tried to hide her breasts with her arms. She didn't say a word. "Run out and see if the paper is here yet." I said. Nicole was about to protest but she just dropped her head and walked out on the front porch to get the paper. She put it in front of me; I pulled out the sports section and started reading. "Oh, some of the guys are gonna come over to watch football in a couple of hours." I said. "You can't..." Nicole said. "Yes I can." I said. Nicole knew that I had some heavy leverage over her so she lowered her head and nodded. A few hours later the doorbell rang. "That will be the guys, go and let them in." I said. Nicole walked to the door I heard the deadbolt turn and then heard the door swing open. I swear I heard 7 jaws drop and hit the sidewalk. "DAMN!" The 7 guys at the front door said together. "Good morning guys, please come in, the game will be on shortly." Nicole said. She led them into living room where the big TV was all set up to watch the game. "Nicole, bring each of them a beer." I said. "Right away." Nicole said. "So what's the deal with your sister?" Dave asked. "Oh, she embarrassed the hell out of me, but then I got my hands on something that she wouldn't want coming out so now I'm getting a little payback." I said. There were eight guys in the living room including me. I made Nicole wait on us hand and foot during the first half. The guys stared at her blatantly; they weren't even trying to hide it. None of them could have told you what the score was, and some of them probably didn't even know who was playing. At half time she brought us all more to drink. That's also when I decided to take things farther. "These half time analysis shows suck; I think we need some real half time entertainment. Take off the stickers and the g-string." I said. The guys all looked at me like I was nuts. I can't say I blame them for thinking that; after all, I was telling my own sister to take off the one tiny garment she had on, but Nicole didn't even try to protest, she just did it. The guys all stared in disbelief at my completely naked sister. "Now slave lie down on the coffee table and play with yourself." I said. Nicole did exactly as she was told and began playing with her pussy as the guys and I watched. "Okay slave now it's time for you to get fucked." I said. Before she could protest I had my pants down and had plunged my cock deep into her. The guys were all shocked that I was fucking my own sister, especially in front of them, but soon they forgot that she was my sister and just watched the free porn they had right in front of them. I pulled out and shot my load on her face. "Who's next?" I asked. My friend Dave jumped up and took my place fucking Nicole. For the rest of the day the eight of us used her body as our own personal fuck toy. Every day after that, when Nicole wasn't in class she was at the house completely naked. Most days she was fucked by between 5-8 guys. That doesn't include me. I fucked her 4 or 5 times every day. I didn't have a hard time finding guys to fuck her. I brought guys home from class, from work, from the bars, and I even brought home a homeless guy to fuck her. In her 31 days of slavery, over 140 different men fucked Nicole, but a lot of those came back several times. At 7:00 on the last night of her slavery I sent everyone else away and I fucked her as much as possible for the remaining 5 hours of her month of servitude. The day after her month of slavery was up I went to her room and sat next to her on the bed. "Well, what did you learn from your month of slavery young lady?" I asked. "I learned that embarrassing and humiliating you is a very bad idea. And I learned to love you in a whole new way. Not as a sister loves her brother, but as a woman loves her man. I love you." Nicole said. She put her arms around me. "I love you too." I said. I kissed her lips, and held her. We have since graduated from college, moved several states away, changed our names, and we are living as a married couple. For the first time in my life I'm glad that my parents were killed in a car accident when I was a freshman in college. They'd never have approved of or understood the relationship that Nicole and I have. A Lost Bet Recently my husband, John, and I had a disagreement about a teenage actress in a movie that we had just rented. I remarked that she'd changed a lot since she was a child and my husband asked where I had seen her before. I named the movie that I remembered her from, and John insisted that I was thinking of someone else, as usual. We missed several minutes of the movie arguing about it and since I was sure that I was right, I decided to make a bet with John. I actually just wanted to get back to watching the movie. "I'll bet you one night." I told him. "One night? What do you mean?" He asked. "One whole night, you have to do anything I say for one night." "Unless I win, then you have to do what I say?" He asked. "Yes...But I'm not gonn'a lose. You wann'a bet?" John considered it for a moment and then said "Yes...I'll bet on it." After the movie ended, both of us waited for the credits to roll across the screen. We wrote down the name of the actress, and then checked the internet to find the name of the girl in the movie I was thinking of. I imagined John cleaning the house, doing laundry, and washing the dishes in the nude. Then I'd have him lick me until I cum and then I'd go to bed, leaving him unsatisfied. I'd probably have him give me a massage too. Well, it didn't work out for me this time. John was right for the first time. Our search revealed that the names of the two actresses really were different. I couldn't believe it, I'm almost never wrong about those things. I was still having trouble believing that I was wrong when I started to wonder what I'd be doing. "So...What are you going to have me do?" I asked. "I don't have to do it tonight do I?" asked John. I thought a moment, then replied "No, I suppose not. When are you thinking?" John paused, then said "Thursday...Next week Thursday." "Thursday? Why Thursday?" I asked. "You'll find out soon enough." John answered with a coy smile. The days passed as usual, except that John would sometimes lock him self in the office to search the internet. I suspected that he was up to something regarding the upcoming Thursday night, but he'd always delete the history so I could never find out what he was looking at. When he emerged from the office he'd often have beads of sweat on his forehead and a sheepish smile on his face. These were all troubling signs. I had some errands to run on the Thursday in question, and I expected to arrive home shortly after John. When I pulled into our driveway I saw that John's mother's car was parked behind his. As I suspected, she was at our home to pick-up the kids. I thanked her for her help and kissed the kids goodbye. When they were all gone, there was an ominous silence in our home. John of course was smiling like the Cheshire cat. "Ok...So what am I doing for you?" I asked. "Hmm...Anything I want?" "Yes of course, as long as it's not illegal or dangerous I'll do it. That's the bet." I assured him. I would not have guessed it possible for his smile to get any bigger, but it did. He looked so cute and happy, that I was honestly thinking I'd like to fulfill whatever fantasy he had in mind. He remained happy but very serious as he considered many possibilities, and then he apparently chose one of them. "Take off all your clothes please." He said. I did as instructed and removed all of my clothes. I stood naked in the kitchen with my arms crossed, looking to my husband for further instructions. "Lie back on the kitchen table with your legs open please. I'm going to fuck you a little." He instructed. So again, I did as instructed and lied down on the table. I held my legs with my arms. John positioned himself between my legs and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his already erect cock and guided himself into me. He gently started sliding in and out until my wetness started to flow. I started to feel good and my deep breathing was accompanied by the occasional moan. Then he slammed into me with three hard and fast thrusts. Just when I started to scream he pulled out his cock. "That's it for now." He said as he tucked himself back in and zipped up his pants. "I want you to take a shower, and put on enough make-up to look like a hooker. I'll have your clothes laid out for you in the bedroom." He said. I lingered on the table and massaged my clitoris in the hopes that my display would arouse him enough to continue fucking me. He watched me, just enjoying the show, and then told me again to take a shower. I thought to myself that he must have something elaborate planned if he doesn't want to have sex right now. What ever it was, it had to be more exciting than instant gratification. I slid myself off the table and went to the bathroom. After the shower I put on much more make-up than usual. I don't know exactly how hookers apply make-up, but I put my imagination to use and did my best. I brushed my waist length black hair, and then opened the door to our bedroom. Laid out on the bed were three articles of clothing. The one that attracted my attention first was a very short red silk dress. It had a neckline that would show an uncomfortable amount of cleavage and the back looked like it plunged nearly to my ass. It looked like it was designed to fall off easily. Beside the dress laid a pair of red thong panties that were composed of a very tiny triangle of transparent fabric and some string. And next to the panties were a pair of red, very high heeled shoes. I put the clothes on that John picked out for me, which didn't take long, and I checked myself over in the mirror. John had chosen well, I looked hot! I was still admiring the way the clothes looked on me when John walked in. His jaw dropped, and he had a passion in his eyes that I haven't seen since we first started dating. I did my sexiest poses for him, and he took several deep breaths. "You gonn'a fuck me yet?" I asked in my sweetest voice. John thought it over a moment, then said "Unfortunately...no, not yet." This was when I really started to wonder what I'd be doing. I can understand him getting me dressed up in a sexy little fall off dress with lots of make-up, but why was he refusing sex? Clearly he was affected by my appearance; the bulge in his pants told me everything. But he wasn't ripping off his clothes, or mine. "So...What are we doing tonight if we're not going to have sex?" I asked. "Glad you asked" he replied, "We are going to fuck, by the way, just not yet. No, we're going to a place called Louie's. It's a strip club, and Thursday is amateur night." "It's a strip club?" I asked, and John nodded. "And I'm going to dance aren't I?" John nodded again. "On stage?" I asked. "Yes, are you ready to go?" asked John, as if we were going to the post office or the mall. "I...maybe." I answered, unsure if I could ever be ready for my unexpected debut as a stripper. I hadn't realized that I'd even be leaving our home, and then I discovered that I'd be dancing nude in front of a room full of men. Clearly this was a fantasy that John had in his mind for some time, and I had unknowingly made it possible for him to act it out. "Well let's go then, it's almost time." Said John, as he held the door open for me. I took a final look at myself in the mirror. My face flushed, and my stomach did somersaults, and to my surprise I liked it. I felt a strange combination of embarrassment at the thought of exposing myself to possibly hundreds of men, and a sexual arousal that flowed through my body like warm butter. I wanted to run to the bedroom and lock myself inside, and I also wanted to follow John and do everything he told me to do. I thought about it a moment, and then I decided to follow John's instructions without question. Too often I have allowed my inhibitions to prevent me from enjoying sex. Too often I have thought about, considered, and weighed all possible outcomes before acting. Tonight I decided that I would not stand in the way of my own pleasure, and I made a conscious decision to surrender myself to John's judgment. I walked confidently toward the door that John held open for me, and I smiled at him as I walked by. "You're in more trouble than you realize Mister." I said. John just watched me pass by, puzzled but happy. I paused at the side of the car and waited for John to open the door for me. He opened the door and then I stepped in, and when the car door closed I felt as though I were leaving my inhibitions behind. Neither of us spoke during the car ride. John was probably imagining tonight's coming performance. And I had already begun practicing my routine in my mind. I also imagined a cute, non-threatening young man in the audience that was destined to receive the lap dance of a lifetime. We found the club easily enough, almost as if John had been here before. But we had to drive around a bit to find a place to park. When John opened my door he extended his elbow for me to hold, and I took it as we walked down the sidewalk. My dress was flapping in the soft summer breeze, and I'm sure that the growing darkness of sunset wasn't enough to disguise my breasts from the people we walked by as my dress flowed in the wind. The dress required constant attention or I'd soon find it around my ankles. But I held my husband's arm and walked confidently through the door of the club while using my free hand to hold the dress in place. There was a desk at the main entrance for paying the admission fee. John explained to them that I was here for amateur night, and they waved us through without charging us. A young woman approached and explained that she was here to coordinate the dancers. She wanted to know my name, and she apparently checked it off a list she had attached to a clipboard. She handed me a sheet of paper, on which were the rules of being a stripper in this club. She talked us through the rules and asked if I had any questions. The rules were self explanatory, so I had none. She went on to explain that I'd have two songs to dance. She recommended that I not remove my panties until the second song, if I intended to go that far. She also said that there were two other girls here for amateur night, and that I would be competing for a hundred dollar first prize. If I was hoping to win full nudity would be necessary, and very much appreciated by the audience. I asked when I'd be on stage, and she replied "After this girl if you want." "That's a little sooner than I expected." I laughed. She started to speak, but my husband cut her off. "That'll be fine, hon you're up next." He said. "Holy shit!" is all I could think of to say. The girl looked to me for confirmation, and I nodded. She left to tell the DJ my name so he'd be able to introduce me, and I waited for the girl on stage to finish. Before I knew it, her routine had ended and my name was being called out by the DJ. I totally ignored John. Instead I tried to practice my routine in my mind one last time. But time was something that I didn't have, and I found myself strutting up the steps and onto the stage as the audience applauded. I took a look around and estimated that there were over a hundred men in the club. There were also some women, most of whom were obviously professional dancers. But some of the women were with men, and maybe two of those women looked like they were the amateurs I was competing against, not that I was here to win a contest. When the music started I closed my eyes and swayed to the rhythm of the first of my two songs. I decided to take the advice that the woman with the clipboard had given me, and save removing my panties for the second song. I did a lot of swaying, arching my back, and grabbing my ankles. About half way through the first song I slipped my thumbs underneath the dress straps and slid them off my shoulders. I intended to slowly and seductively allow the dress to slide down my body, but the dress performed as designed and the little thing just dropped to the floor. I kept dancing, and acted as if I intended for that to happen. After that first moment of public exposure, I realized that nothing bad was going to happen. I started to relax enough to listen to the crowd, and I was getting a lot of positive comments from the men that lined the stage. Before long I realized that I was expected to go around to each man and take a dollar. So I danced one time around the stage and picked out the most comfortable looking group of guys to start with. I'm a sucker for the inexperienced young guys, so when I found a group of three men that looked to be just barely out of high school, I kneeled in front of the middle one. I smiled at them and then cupped and massaged my breasts. I ran my hands up my body and through my hair, and then let my long black hair fall wildly. I asked the three men "Do your moms know where you are?" The cocky looking guy in the middle answered "Hell yeah, I think mom's up next!" "Oh my God, you're a naughty one aren't you?" I laughed. "Yes Miss." He answered with a smile. "What are you doing later tonight?" He asked. "Oh...You guys are trouble!" I answered. I had each of the three put the dollar bill in their mouths and slide closer to the stage. One at a time I took the dollar from their mouths by pressing my breasts on opposite sides of their face until the bill was squeezed between my boobs. This was a technique I had seen other dancers use on previous trips to strip clubs with John. I thanked them for their contribution, and continued collecting around the stage. Some preferred to slide the dollar under the string of my panties. And one man expected me to work entirely too hard for the dollar. I wasn't there for the money, that's for sure, so I didn't mind skipping that guy. My second song started and the time for removing my panties had come, not that the transparent thong really hid anything. I lay down on my back in the middle of the stage and caressed my body for a while, and then I slipped my thumbs under the string of my panties. "Hurry up bitch." said the arrogant guy that I had skipped over. I was about to stand-up and kick him in the face when my cocky friend rose to his feet, visibly angry, and shouted in a very commanding voice, "Shut the fuck up dip shit or I'm gonn'a kick your ass all the way to Texas!" I noticed my husband too had risen to his feet. I motioned to both of them to sit back down, though it was a real turn-on to have so many protectors around me. To diffuse the tension I asked the arrogant guy if he was sorry, and he apologized. He picked up his drink and returned to the bar. Wordlessly I mouthed a 'thank you' to each of my defenders, and resumed removing my panties. I was running out of time, so I ripped them off and flung them at my cocky friend as a gift. I turned to face him, and squatted with my legs open. I sucked on my finger and then massaged my clitoris. That was against the rules, but I did it subtly. I started to feel very good, and I wanted to keep going, but I had continued for as long as I thought I could get away with it. Eventually I stopped masturbating in front of him and his friends. I smiled and rose to my feet. I strutted around on stage one last time, and occasionally I grabbed my ankles to give the guys a good view. When the song ended I picked up my dress and collected the money that had been thrown on stage. I thanked everybody for the applause and stepped off the stage into my husband's arms, completely nude except for the high heels. John was unable to speak, and I couldn't help laughing at him a little. So we went to his table and made out for a while. It was kind of sexy to think that the only thing covering me was my husband's hands. Eventually he let me put my dress back on, minus the missing panties of course. After he had time to regain his composure, he said that it was the sexiest things he had ever seen, and then we kissed a lot more. "So who's your new boy friend?" John asked with a smile, "And does he still have your panties?" I blushed, and then answered "Yes he does!" There wasn't much to tell. I went over the conversation that we'd shared, and John thought it was pretty funny. I admitted that I liked the guy, but said I really didn't have much interest in him beyond what had already happened. That was a bit of a lie. I finished the drink that John had ordered for me, and I excused myself to use the restroom. I had some trouble sliding off the bar stool without the benefit of fabric between myself and the vinyl. It also didn't help that the drink John had ordered for me was very strong. When I'd finally managed to get off the stool with some dignity, John caught my arm and pulled me closer to whisper in my ear. "I think your new friend deserves some kind of reward, don't you?" "Like...What did you have in mind?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "There are private rooms in back for lap dances." He said. I didn't have to answer John. The smile on my face was all John needed. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom, saying "Just in case." Wordlessly I accepted the condom and tucked it into my hand, hiding it as best I could without a place to put it. I blushed, and then asked him how it was possible with all these people around. I reminded him that I'd do nothing illegal. "Oh, this isn't my instruction." He corrected me. "Just use it if you want to." For the second time that night I felt as though warm butter were flowing through my body. I didn't look at John, but concentrated on finding my cocky friend. He wasn't at the stage anymore, but instead I found him at the bar with his two friends. Without casting a glance at John I made my way through the crowd and pushed myself between my cocky friend and some other guy, both of whom were surprised by my sudden appearance. "Hi there, I think I missed your mom's performance." I said. He laughed, and then said "Me too, but I've seen it before." I laughed, and then asked "runn'in out'a money?" "You got that right." He answered. "Well then, I'll just have to give you a lap dance for free, won't I?" Gently I grabbed his hand. I was still hiding the condom behind my back with the other and I took a step back. I give him a moment to think about what I'd asked him to do. He looked at the wedding ring on my hand and asked "What about your husband? Doesn't he mind?" "Oh...You saw us kissing?" I asked. My cocky friend searched the club for the table he'd apparently seen me at while I kissed my husband. He found it and locked his eyes on John, who silently nodded his permission to get a lap dance from his wife. "He thinks you've earned it, anyway I wouldn't be here if he were the jealous type." And I introduced myself. "Mark" he answered. We were already holding hands, so there were no introductory handshakes to get out of the way. Mark rose to his feet and allowed me to lead him to the back of the club. I chose the booth that was furthest back and tucked into the corner. I pushed him into the chair, and closed the curtain behind us. I was still hiding the condom in my hand and was trying to think of a place to hide it. My only option was an ashtray that rested on the table next to Mark's chair. I slipped off my shoes, and opened Mark's legs just enough for me to kneel on the chair between his knees. I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled his face into my breasts. As discreetly as I could, I slipped the condom under the ashtray. I started swaying and grinding my boobs in his face to the rhythm of the music, and I slipped the straps off my shoulders, exposing my breasts. For the second time tonight I pressed his face between my naked breasts, and this time I rubbed my nipple on his lips. I put one of his hands on my breast. He tried to withdraw it, probably thinking that direct contact was against the rules. But I assured him that if he didn't pay me for the lap dance touching was alright. Maybe I was wrong, but I didn't much care. A Lost Bet I put his other hand to work too, and I encouraged him to massage my breasts. He shifted uncomfortably, and one look at his crotch revealed the reason. His erection was pressing against his pants in what must have been a very uncomfortable direction. "Let me help you with that" I said, as I unbuttoned his pants. I reached in and freed his cock from its position of discomfort and it sprang to full size immediately. I could see that neither of us was going to be able to tuck that thing back in. I slipped the shoulder straps of my dress back into place on my shoulders, and rested one of my feet on the arm of his chair. I lifted my dress above my waist. My invitation was understood, and he first massaged my clitoris, and then penetrated me with his finger. I couldn't believe how wet I was. I was embarrassed to see that my natural lubricant was soon flowing down his hand and arm. Moving quickly, I threw the ashtray to the floor and snapped up the condom. I ripped open the package and began applying the condom to his cock with far more enthusiasm than was appropriate. He was surprised by the sudden appearance of the condom but he didn't have time to ask questions. I had applied it and was already positioning myself over him. I turned my back to him and reached behind myself. I held his cock erect while I lowered myself onto him. My body shuddered as gravity pulled me down. Mark shifted himself in the chair, and he drove deeper inside me. A soft moan escaped my lips as his full length penetrated me. I let go of my dress, and it fell back into place. Suddenly the curtain was pulled back, and there stood the woman we met at the beginning of the evening, still clutching her clip board. I remained surprisingly calm, and looked down at myself sitting on Mark's lap. Since I was still wearing my dress, and only Mark's fly was open, it appeared as though I were just sitting on his lap. But the condom wrapper was on the floor between my bare feet, and I stepped on it as casually as I could. "Yes, is there something I can do for you?" I asked, as I sat impaled on Mark's cock. "The same rules apply to lap dances, Ok?" she said. "Oh...yes of course." I answered. She paused and considered me for a moment. I think she was wondering if she could trust me. Behind her in the darkness, I noticed the outline of a man sitting on a bar stool. It looked a lot like John, but I couldn't tell for sure. My vaginal muscles spasmed when I realized that it was very likely my husband watching me sit on Mark's cock. And I was moments away from being caught in the act of having sex by a complete stranger, and with a complete stranger. Finally she pulled the curtain closed again, and left us in peace. I pulled up my dress to get it out of the way, and then I started raising and lowering myself in his lap. Each time the shaft of his cock slid most of the way out, and then I allowed gravity to take over and pull my body back down on him. My breathing became deep, and I started rocking my pelvis back and fourth. My rhythm became faster with each passing minute. My hair flew wildly, and I clenched my jaw shut to keep the screams inside me. "I'm gonn'a cum." My new lover gasped. "Do it. Cum in me." I begged quietly. His cock spasmed and a groan escaped his lips. I kept working his cock, and he kept cumming. Half a dozen times he filled the condom. I paused a moment, just enjoying the afterglow of sex. I straightened my dress as I rose to my feet, pulling myself free of his softening shaft. Mark removed the condom and tied it off. He dropped it on the table and tucked himself back into his pants. "So...how was your lap dance?" I asked. "That was the best damn lap dance anybody's ever had." He replied, with a big smile on his face. "I'm glad you had fun." I thanked him for the compliment. I gave him a hug and then I pulled back the curtain and stepped into the darkness. I was expecting to find my husband still sitting in the shadows on the bar stool. But the figure had vanished, and instead I found my husband seated at the table where I had left him. "So...Did you get to see it?" I asked. "I'm not telling." He replied with his Cheshire cat smile. "You saw it." I said with a smile that mimicked his. I took my place on the vinyl bar stool and found it to be very slippery. I mentioned that I was worried I might slide off. John asked why that would happen, and I was embarrassed to say it was because I was too wet. John was visibly affected by that comment and he kissed me passionately. He slid his hand up my legs, and since I was still missing my panties he had no trouble finding my very swollen clitoris. He started massaging me as we kissed, and he penetrated me with his finger. "You're all stretched out, like you've been fucked recently." He said with a smile. "Slippery aren't I." I whispered. John nodded and looked into my eyes as he finger fucked me on the bar stool. Then the DJ announced that it was time to declare a winner. John withdrew his finger despite my protests, and told me I had to get up on the stage. "I don't care about that. Give me your finger!" I insisted. "You take instructions from me, remember?" John asked. I nodded and slid myself off the bar stool. I was embarrassed to see a wet streak on the bar stool where I sat. I straightened out my dress and walked on to the stage with the other two amateurs. The DJ announced the first woman's name and waited for the applause. Apparently the volume of applause would determine the winner. He went through each of our names once to get the crowd fired up. The second announcement of our names would be to decide the winner, so I decided to give the crowd a little extra incentive at the mention of my name. He said my name and the applause started. I let one of the straps of my dress slip off my shoulder and expose my breast. That really excited the crowd, so I slipped off the other strap and let the dress fall to the floor. The crowd went wild, and then I did something that I soon regretted. I kicked my dress into the crowd, never to see it again. I stood on stage, completely nude except for my high heels, and enjoyed the applause. Of course I won the contest, but I was naked for the remainder of the evening and our car was a short walk from the club. They gave me my hundred dollar prize, all in single dollar bills of course, and I joked that I should tape the money to my body to cover myself. But John confiscated my prize money, and told me I'd be making no such attempt. We stayed in the club a little longer and finished our drinks. Occasionally men would interrupt our kissing to tell me they enjoyed my performance. I thanked them for their compliment, and I found it funny how their eyes never met mine. It seemed like more men were watching me than the dancer on stage. "It's time to go home." Announced John. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be." I answered. I really wanted to go home so John could finally fuck me. But walking around the city naked wasn't something I was looking forward to, even in darkness. John took my hand and led me through the crowd. The men at the tables clapped as I walked by. We passed the front desk and went through the door. I was grateful for the darkness, but streetlights revealed my nudity a little too obviously, and I clutched John's hand a little tighter as he led me down the sidewalk toward the car. Fortunately it was getting late, and there was no foot traffic. The music of the club faded behind us, and the cool night air on my body really emphasized the fact that I was completely exposed. After a few steps I began to feel slightly more comfortable with my nudity, and I reached for John's cock with my free hand as we walked. He was very hard, and I massaged his erection through his pants. Suddenly he picked me up and threw me onto the hood of somebody's car. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and slid himself into me in one long thrust. "Oh...fuck me!" I screamed. John hooked each of my knees above his elbows and slammed into me with all his power. I bounced on the cold hard hood of the car, and my feet flapped wildly, causing my shoes to go flying into the darkness. I put all my effort into stifling my screams, but I couldn't hold them. I felt like I was outside myself, listening to someone else trying to scream, but I knew it was me. I couldn't hold them. And then I set my screams free. They bounced off the surrounding buildings and echoed through the dark streets. John's body tensed and his cock exploded with semen, filling my already wet pussy. He slid me off the car, leaving another wet streak behind, and took my hand once more as he resumed leading me down the street. I looked behind us for some sign of my shoes but couldn't find them. John didn't seem to miss them, so I continued on having lost the last bit of clothing I had. A set of headlights a few blocks away turned toward us, and I urged John to hurry to our car which was now only a few steps away. Quickly he unlocked the car and I jumped into the passenger seat just as their lights illuminated our car. As the car passed, I was shocked to see that it was a police car. John took his position in the driver's seat and handed me my vibrator, but I was concentrating on the police car as it disappeared down the street. I was nearly caught nude in public by the police, and it excited me. I took the vibrator, and put it to work right there in the car. I put each of my feet on the dash board and cranked the vibrator up to full power as we drove through the darkness toward home. My public exposure and the flashing street lights combined to strengthen my orgasm, and my body rocked uncontrollably. I begged John to fuck me. He pulled over and lowered his seat back. I rode him while cars drove by, with me hoping that none of them were the police car I'd just seen. When we finally arrived home we pulled into our garage. We went inside, each of us stripping off John's clothes as we walked, and headed for the bedroom. We had sex one more time. John complained that his balls were starting to ache, but he fucked me anyway. We collapsed in bed, both of us too exhausted to clean-up or get dressed. As I lay next to John, with his cum oozing from my pussy, I could still smell the club. It was an odd mixture of perfume, cigarette smoke, and unfamiliar cologne. I wondered if Mark told his friends about his lap dance. Then I remembered my prize money. I turned to ask John if it was mine, but he was already asleep. And I drifted off to sleep with him.