0 comments/ 185452 views/ 40 favorites A Friendly Wager By: myiionu This is a work of fiction, intended for adults only. I had just finished my first week, of a three week stay. I was there to get a new business up to speed, on how our company worked. We had purchased the failing company for a good price. We had plans to put money into upgrading, and replacing some people in key positions to pull the company out of the hole it was in. My name is Dan Colter. I'm forty-one years old, six foot three inches, about two hundred twenty pounds, and brown hair with green eyes. They send me to most of these companies, because, well because I do what it takes to get the job done. I have a rep as being pretty unfeeling, and ruthless. If some one is not doing their job, I cut the dead weight away, and bring in some one that CAN do the job. I don’t go looking for heads to cut off, but if some one doesn’t take the hint the first time, I don’t give second chances. The other reason they send me is that I’m divorced and don’t have to worry about pissing anyone off, by staying away for weeks at a time. I didn’t start out as the ruthless bastard, I had become, I had a little help. I was married when I was younger. Right out of collage, I married the girl of my dreams. She was beautiful, smart and funny. We had been going together for over a year, and when it came time to graduate I couldn’t let her go. With my masters in business administration I landed a good job that paid well. After the first year, I had proven myself to the company. They started to assign me to out of town projects. Nothing major, and I was only gone for a couple of days at a time. It was a great opportunity, and it came with a nice raise. That’s when the trouble started. When I was on the road, I called home at bedtime every night. After I had been going out on the job for a few months, she started to ask if I ever wanted to have a fling, while I was out on my own? I said truthfully, that I never had, and that she was the only woman for me. The next time it came up, she asked again if I had ever cheated? I said I won’t lie to you; I have looked and even done some flirting, but that I had never done more then that. She let it go after that, but it got me to wondering why she was asking me the same question all the time. The next time I went out of town, as was usual, I called home Tuesday night. It was at about ten o’clock at night, and there was no answer. I tried back at ten-thirty, and there was still no answer. When I tried at eleven, she answered. I asked where she had been, and she told me that she had gone out with friends for a couple of drinks. She had never given me cause to think she wasn’t telling me the truth, so I believed what she said. After that, it happened more and more, that I would call and not get an answer until late. I thought it was kind of nice that she had found some friends to keep her company while I was out of town. Man, I was a naive asshole. So it happened just like the stories you’ve read, I got done early with a job. I called just before leaving to catch my flight, and got no answer so I just jumped on the plane. When I hit town, I hailed a cab and headed for home. When I got there it was after dark, but there were no lights on. Using my key I let myself in. As I was setting my bag on the floor after entering, I heard a muffled female voice coming from upstairs. Thinking she had the TV on up there, and knowing my house well, I just grabbed my bag and made my way up the stairs, without turning on any lights. Once in the hallway, I could make out faint light coming from our partially open bedroom door. As I was walking toward the door, I heard a male voice say that he had never felt anything so good in his life. I stopped dead in my tracks. Setting my bag on the floor, I walked over to the door. As I approached I heard my wife’s voice say, that it had felt fantastic, and how she couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed it so much more with him, then she did with me. My blood started to boil at those words. I gave the door a shove, and stepped into the room. She let out a shriek, and tried to cover herself. The guy jumped off the bed on the other side, away from me. I looked at her and asked her what the fuck she thought she was doing? All she did was start to cry. I looked at the guy and said, that I hoped he had enjoyed himself, because she was all his now. I looked back at her huddling under a sheet crying, I told her that she had until tomorrow to get her sorry ass out of my house. I told her that as soon as I got to a phone I was calling my lawyer, and that she would have the papers as soon as I could get them drawn up. I turned and started for the door. When I got to the door, I looked over my shoulder at the guy and said, if I ever saw him again he was going to need a body bag, and walked out. The next and only time I saw her again, was in the courtroom. We each said what was required, and signed the papers. On the way out of the building, she got tears in her eyes and tried to apologize. I just told her thanks for the memories and walked away. I went to a bar and got drunk. It was, I was told to by the bartender, one of my finer moments. He said that I was crying, and trying to get any woman that was there to take me out and fuck my brains out. As I sat there hung over and rubbing my jaw, I asked him why my jaw hurt so bad? He said that I hadn’t let a little thing like, getting my face slapped a few times, stop me from asking these women out, in a very gracious manner. He asked me what I wanted, to help with the hang over. I told him nothing I had had my last drink. It had been my last drink. Aside from the occasional glass of wine with a meal, I haven’t been drunk since. Another byproduct of that time so long ago was that I now trusted no one. Well that’s not exactly true, I trusted a few people, but I had made them earn it. And it may be a little one sided, but I made it even harder on the female members of our company. It was rumored that if there was a woman that wanted to get me to trust them, they had to promise me their first-born. I didn’t take to that extreme, but I definitely made it harder on them then their male counterparts. As for women in my personal life, I had pretty much given up on finding the one true love of my life. I found myself turning to hookers. I had enough money to get any woman I wanted, but hookers were easier. They were also more trustworthy. When you pay top dollar for a woman, you know what to expect. There is a sense of trust, because you both know the score. She is there for one reason, and she is very good at it. There is no game playing. When you are done with her she dresses and leaves. She doesn’t want your undying love, she doesn’t want you to hold her and reassure her that she is your one and only. You fuck her, and she leaves. Maybe it was taking the easy way out, but there is a lot to be said for easy. As I sat in my hotel room finishing up the paper work, from the day, my stomach gave a loud rumble. It had been before eleven o’clock in the morning, when I had last eaten. I looked at my watch and saw that it was after seven in the evening. I pulled the tie from around my neck, grabbed my jacket, and headed down to the restaurant. I stood and waited for the hostess to come and seat me. After a minute a very pretty woman about twenty-four or five, came to the podium and picked up a menu. Smiling one of those fake smiles, of people who are required to do it all day, she asked me how many were in my party. “No party, just me, and if possible something quiet,” I told her with one of my best fake smiles. After looking at the seating chart, on the podium, she asked me to follow her. We walked through the restaurant, to the back where there was a selection of booths. She asked, “Will this table be to your liking?” “This will be fine,” I replied. She placed the menu on the table, “Can I get you anything to drink?” “No thank you, I’ll stick with the water for now,” I said. “Yes sir, I’ll send someone over right away,” she said as she withdrew back to the front of the restaurant. I looked through the menu, and found a light chicken dish, that I’d had before. Putting down the menu, I picked up a copy of the local newspaper, that I had bought on my way through the lobby. After a moment the server showed up with my water. “Good evening sir, my name is Pam, and I’ll be serving you this evening. Have you decided on what you would like?” Looking up from the paper I said, “Good evening to you also. Yes, I have decided.” I turned the open menu towards her, and pointed, “I’ll have the chicken for one.” “Yes sir, would you like anything else to drink?” she asked. “No, just keep the water coming,” I replied. “Yes sir, thank you sir,” she said taking the menu and leaving to place the order. I turned back to my paper, and was just starting in on the sports section, when I heard a voice in the next booth. The booths were separated by a curtain that hung from the ceiling, they were there to give you the feeling of intimacy, but you didn’t have to try very hard to hear your neighbor if you wanted to. It sounded like a couple, man and woman that were having an argument, as quietly as possible. “I dressed the way you wanted me to. I made myself up the way you asked. I did everything that you wanted, but I really want to leave with you,” I heard her say. “I know you did all this for me, but you also know why I asked you to do it. Why I brought you here, and why I want you to stay after I leave. We talked about this, I thought we had agreed,” he said. “Yes we did talk about this, but we never agreed to anything. I still can’t believe you want me to go through with this. You say you love me, but then you tell me you want me to sleep with another man. Why, what do you get out of this? Do you know, or have you thought about all the things that can happen?” she said. “Yes I DO know all of the things that can happen. Don’t you think I have been thinking about this? I’ve thought about it a lot. Ever since the second year, after we were married, when I asked you about if you ever had any fantasies. You said you sometimes thought about other guys. When I asked you if you always had an orgasm, you said not all the time. Then I asked you what’s not all the time? And you said that you did sometimes. I started to feel like maybe you deserved more then just sometimes. It doesn’t look like I can get the job done, and I’m hoping that you can get what you need, and still have room for me in your life.” “What in the hell gave you the idea that I’m not getting what I need? Did I ever say or do anything that would give you the idea that I was going to go looking for something else? HAVE I?” she asked. “No, you have never given me any reason to think you were going to go looking for something else. I don’t know why you haven’t, but you haven’t. You are a beautiful and sensuous woman. You are a dream come true for me, and I wish could be enough for you, but I can’t stand not seeing you as happy as I know you could be. You and I both know what you do in the bathroom, after you think I’ve gone to sleep. There is no reason you should have to do that. I also know that you have always wanted me to be more forceful in our bedroom. We both also know that isn’t going to happen. I want you to find out what it’s like to have a man take you, and make you feel all the things that I can’t. You have always had to be the one to make the tough decisions, hell you make all the decisions. I know you tried to get me to be more in charge, but you know I am not the type to take charge. I see it in your eyes when we make love, I know you want more, but I can’t help that I don’t last long enough for you. I’ve tried everything, it’s no use, and I guess I just can’t change, but that’s no reason that you can’t be happier.” “Jon, I’m trying hard to make any sense of this. Do you know what you’re asking for? Do you really know what could happen if I did go out and look for a man that could make me feel the way you’re talking about? What happens if I start to fall for this guy? Are you going to change your mind, when you see me take off to meet with some guy, you don’t even know? You say you want me to find some guy that will take me, and make me a woman, or some bullshit like that. I happen to think I am a woman, a woman that can’t be taken. If it’s there to give then I do, and I do, to you. I only have one other guy besides you to compare with, and I don’t think I could find any better. And I’m afraid of what would happen if I went looking. What happens to us, if I were to go out looking? Do you really think you could handle it?” “I know I want you to be happy. When we’re making love and I start to think of you with another man, I go off like a rocket. It’s gotten to the point that I think about it all the time. Why do you think I buy you all those sexy cloths? It’s not for me, well I guess it is in a way, but I do it to let other guys see you. I see the way they look at you; I see the way you act when you see that you are getting attention. Most of the time you try to ignore it, but then the right guy looks, and you brighten up. Look, if you go out and try it and find it’s not what you wanted, at least you will know. I just want you to be happy, and I think this is the way to do it. I got you dressed up tonight so that we could try this; you knew it was why we were coming here. I’m going up to pay the check, while I’m gone you decide, but you already know how I feel. I want you to go in the bar and see what happens. I’ll be sitting in the back. If it does happen you let me know if he’ll let me come with you, if not you tell me about it later when you get home.” “You mean you would really like to watch? I don’t know if I can take this. I’ve never seen you acting like this. I’m going in there. You are going home. If within an hour nothing happens I’ll be home, witch should just about be enough time to get over being mad at you. If, on the outside chance something does… come up, I’ll make my own way home. Even if I wanted to I don’t think I could do anything with you watching.” There was a pause while one or both of them were trying to think of what to say to the other. After a moment, “Listen Angie, I…” She didn’t let him get any further, “Jon, we either do it my way, or we both leave right now.” “Okay, we do it your way. Just remember, you have to give it a chance. You can’t just walk out after I leave. I’m going to take your word on things, but you have to give it a chance. Also remember that I love you, and always will, no matter what happens.” “No matter what happens, Jesus, I’m thirty-three years old, men are all looking for teenagers these days. I could probably sit in there naked, and they would still just walk over to the young looking hookers. Look I’m doing this for you, one time, so that you have to get off my back about it, when this is over it’s over.” “Okay, I hear what you’re saying, but you have to promise to give it a chance. Please be careful. You’ve got your cell phone call if you need me.” “I’ll be careful. I’ll probably be home soon, so don’t worry.” I heard rustling as they slid out of their booth. I heard them give each other a kiss, and then they started for the front of the restaurant. All I got was a look at the back of them. They appeared to be about the same height. She was maybe a little taller, but it was hard to tell because she was wearing four-inch heels. She walked beautifully. I would guess she was about five-seven, maybe a hundred and twenty pounds. From the back, I could see a lightweight tan sweater that reached the top of a very shapely ass, and a thin, tight black skirt that went down to about mid-thigh. She had dark hair, but it was up so I could tell how long it was. He was in Dockers with a pull over shirt. As they were leaving, my meal arrived. I spent about fifteen or twenty minutes picking through it, and couldn’t take it any more. I went up to the front, getting Pam’s attention on the way. She had seen that I had hardly touched my meal. “Was everything alright?” “It was fine. I just remembered that I have something that I have to take care of,” I said as I was fishing around for my wallet. I paid for the meal, giving her a nice tip, and started for the bar. I went into the bar near the back, so that I could check things out. There, on a stool, at the far end of the bar sat a nervous looking Angie. I made my way to the bar, drawing as little attention as possible. It was about nine o’clock when I sat down, the place wasn’t packed, but there was a nice crowd. I ordered a club soda, and sat back to see what would happen. In the twenty minutes that I was there two guys walked up and tried to start something. She turned them both away, without much thought. I could tell that she was biding her time, until she felt she had given her husband his time. I kept wondering what was going through his mind. Why would he ask her to find another man? Was she really as unfulfilled as he had said? She really was as beautiful as he had said she was. Her dark hair was rapped around her head, and piled on top. Under the sweater was a short, tight top. It scooped down showing a lot of skin, but she was ummm… not overly endowed (IBTC). She had huge eyes that had a very slight upward slant to them. Her mouth was wide and generous, with a slight pout. She started looking as though she’d had enough. I got off the stool I had been on and made my way around behind her. I walked up close. I just stood there for a while. She smelled good, I wondered what that scent was. She looked down at her watch again. I noticed that she had left her ring on. I moved in closer, so that I was right up close. “Are you getting ready to go, or could I buy you another one of those?” I asked. As she turned she was already starting to tell me off, “I’m afraid I was just…” She came to a stop as she turned on her stool and was looking into my stomach. I was probably in her space, but she handled it well. “I’m afraid I just getting ready to leave,” said craning her neck up to look at me. “I have a better idea, why don’t you swivel those pretty legs back around under the bar, and let me buy you one more for the road. What harm could there be in that?” I told her. She thought about it for a minute, then with a smirk, “Okay, but you’ll have to sit down, otherwise I’m going to pour it all over myself.” “I think that can be arranged,” I said as I moved to take the stool next to hers. I got the bar tenders attention, and ordered us another round. Then I turned my body to face her head on. “My name’s Dan, Dan Colter,” I said sticking my hand out. “Hi Dan my name is ah… Judy, Judy Finch pleased to meet you,” she said reaching for my hand. I took her soft fingers in my hand, and watched her thinking, we just met and she’s already lying to me. Then I thought, maybe if I were out here with a stranger looking at me the way I probably am at her, I would give me a bogus name too. She turned and smiled at the bartender as he set our drinks in front us. I noticed her eyes were a very light blue, with long lashes. “So what’s a little lamb like you, doing amongst a pack of wolves like us,” I asked with a smile. “Oh so you all think you are wolves?” she asked with an arched brow and a smile. I looked around the room, “Well, maybe some of us more then others,” I said looking into her eyes. “So, am I to assume you are putting yourself into that group?” she asked without batting an eye. “I’ve done my share of howling, but the chase is getting less and less appealing. I have found it is far easier to use professionals. There are fewer complications, and no expectations that can’t be met,” I said frankly. “None, the women you… rent meet all of your expectations?” she asked. A Friendly Wager “The women I use meet my every expectation, if they fall short on their own, I help them along,” I said taking a sip of my soda. “And how do you help them along? Are you one of those big, bad Dominate Male types that has to tie his women down, and beat them, to get off?” she asked with some fire sparking from those pale blue eyes. “I have never found the need to tie anyone down, it’s all done by hand, I don’t hit well maybe a spank every now and again, and I don’t force anyone to do anything they don’t want to do. If the woman I’m with wants to stop at any time, all she has to do is say the word. But when she says the word that’s it, it’s over, she leaves and there’s no coming back.” She sort of sat back on her stool. She reached for her drink without taking her eyes off me. I don’t know if she was expecting me to attack her or what. We sat there eyeing each other for a couple of minutes. “I think a woman like you should have a chance to see how the other half live,” I said. “A woman like me huh. You don’t know anything about me, how could you know what I need?” as she reared back up in her chair. I reached out and pick up her left hand, and held it up. “I don’t have to be a fucking brain surgeon either. What I think is, you’re a little confused. You know there’s more then what you have been getting, but you don’t want to cheat on your husband to find out if it’s true. If your husband were any kind of man, you would probably not be here now, unless he sent you. Is that what’s going on? Did your hubby send you out to get laid so you can go back and tell him about the whole thing? Is that how he gets his kicks, having you get fucked, so you can tell him about it, then he can sit back and wank his little pee pee?” I saw that I had struck a nerve. She jerked her hand away. How could I have any idea of what she and her husband had said earlier? I don’t know if it was the thought of me seeing through her or what but her nipples were standing out like the were armor plated. “What my husband and I do is of no concern of yours. You are taking a lot for granted. I don’t have to sit here and listen to you putting down my husband, and making vulgar references to my private life. And for your information, we have a great sex life. Unlike you we don’t need to go around putting someone down, and taking advantage of people.” I smiled down at her. In her little huff, she had moved in quite close, so that she could yell at me without drawing too much attention. I lifted a finger, and hooked it under her chin, “And yet here you are getting all worked up, over what is suppose to be nothing.” As I finished I slid the back of my finger down her throat, and saw her shiver. I inhaled deeply; the smell of her was starting to have an affect on me. She straitened, and sat back quickly, her eyes darting around to see if anyone saw what was going on. I could see she was thinking about that. “Tell you what, let’s go get a table where we can yell at each other, a little more privately, and I’ll listen while you try to explain this,” I said reaching out and taking her drink without waiting for an answer. I led the way back to an empty booth, in a dark, quiet corner and gestured for her to get in. She did, and I followed, setting the drinks on the table. “I am not getting worked up. You’re the one that started calling names, and I don’t think I have to explain anything to you. You think you know it all, you tell me what I’m doing,” she said. “Alright, You’re married to a man who can’t give you what you need. He started to feel guilty about you having to take care of your self, so he started to think of ways he could help you get what you need. He starts by buying you cloths that show you off, saying that it’s because he wants to see you in them. Really it’s so that other men will take notice of you. After a while you started to like the attention, and he notices. Now he wants to take it to the next level by having you be with another guy. By the way you do look good enough to eat. You are having a hard time convincing yourself that you deserve to have a little release, especially when you don’t think you can let go. You think that because your husband has to have you take care of him, that you’re too hard to let anyone have any control over you.’ “I on the other hand think I could make you feel things you have never even thought of before. Once you saw the depth of the of the feelings that have been missing for so long, you would cry that it had taken this long to see it. Once you start to release all the pent up need and emotion in you, you will never be able to go back. It may not be me that teaches you, but when it happens, baby look out.” As I said the last I slid my hand down onto her knee, and up her thigh. She gave a gasp, and sat strait up, slamming her knees together clamping down on my hand, as I tried to slide it higher up her leg. Her thighs were warm, smooth, and soft as a baby’s butt. And from the amount of pressure she was putting on my hand, they were fit and trim too. She was looking right at me, with her mouth open. “Well how close did I come? Did I call it right, or am I reading this all wrong?” I asked. Both her hands went under the table, and wrapped around my wrist. She didn’t try to remove my hand, but she wasn’t going to let me make any forward progress either. Her head snapped back up at the last question. “No you’re not right, not about any of it,” she said trying to sound convincing. I was content to keep my hand between her thighs. I gave the one in my hand a gentle squeeze, and continued to stare into her eyes. “So you’re not married, or you don’t have any feelings?” “You bastard, you know what I mean. And would you please get your hand out of my lap?” she said with her teeth clenched. “Tell ya what I’m guna do,” I said, doing my best Cosell impression. “You let go of my arm, and I’ll prove my point. You let go and let me have… say sixty minutes, one hour, free to do as I please with you, and I’ll prove to you that you have missed out on more then you can believe.” “You have got to be out of your mind, if you think I am just going to turn myself over to you. Let you do as you please. Do I look like the kind of woman that would just give her self to a total stranger?” she said. “Scared? Don’t think you could keep your cool, in here with all these people looking on?” I asked glancing around the room. “I’m not scared of you,” she said with her eyes darting around the room. “Why should I be? What could you possibly do to me in here with all these people around?” “So you’ll give me the hour, I mean if you’re so strong you should be able to handle it, right? You do what I tell you for one hour, and if after that you don’t think I’ve proved my point you win,” I said. “And just what do I win, for letting you have your way with me an hour?” she asked. “You name it. If after half an hour you don’t think I have made my point, you can name have what you want. Within reason of course, I can’t afford to buy you a new house or anything like that,” I said. “Not that I’m worried or anything, but just what do you get if you win?” she asked. “Glad you asked. I just want one thing… you,” I said smiling. Her mouth was hanging open again. “I get to have you for the rest of the time that I’ll be here in town. You’ll do what I say, dress like I tell you, and be at my beck and call, for the next two weeks.” “You think I’m going to give myself to you? I don’t know what drugs you’re taking, but if you want to be polite you should share. I can’t do that, I’m married.” “All talk and no guts. I knew you couldn’t handle it. I knew you wouldn’t be able to take it, and what does your being married have to do with anything? As I said before, if you were getting what you needed from your husband in the first place, you wouldn’t be here now,” I said with a smirk. I felt her hands start to loosen, on my wrist. She was looking into my eyes kind of nervously. “And if I don’t agree with you, you’ll give me whatever I ask for?” “That’s what I said isn’t it? But you have to give a fair answer, and believe me I’ll know if your lying,” I said as I used some of the freedom of movement to slip my hand a little higher up her thigh. “So, do we have a deal?” “Okay we have a deal, but you just remember, when I win you have given your word that you’ll give me what I want. I’m not saying what I want until I win, so you just keep that in mind. So you now have one hour to teach me my lesson, get on with it,” she said haughtily. “Wait a minute there lil missy. There are a few things that have to be taken care of, before this little venture gets under way. First, if you do anything to stop me you loose. Second, if you disobey me, you loose. Third, before we get started you need to go and remove a couple articles of clothing. I want your bra and panties in my hand before we get started. As soon as you put them in my hands the time starts.” “Why do you need them? Why do I have to make it so easy for you? Besides I don’t wear a bra,” she whispered. Looking at my watch I showed it to her. “Time starts as soon as you have complied with my wishes. You agreed to do what I said, or have you forgotten?” “I know what I agreed to,” she said looking down at her drink. “All right, but my time doesn’t start until you get back, and I still want you topless, and without those panties, I don’t care if your wearing a bra or not,” I told her. “I know, I’ll be right back,” she said. I watched her as she walked to the far side of the place, and disappeared. Her walk was different then when she was walking with her husband, more sensuous. She knew I was watching. Just before she went around the entrance to the restroom, she looked over her shoulder, to see if I was looking. I sat and thought about what it would be like to have her under me writhing, squirming, and sweating. There was only one way this was going to turn out, she was going to be mine, and I would see to it. She had been acting a little high and mighty. After tonight I was sure that was going to change. Just after she disappeared into the restroom, a waitress stopped by our booth. I told her to bring us another round, and she left. It not being that busy, at the moment, she was back quickly. I told thanks. After she had given me my change back, I held up a twenty. Before she could take it I said, “This is to insure a little privacy. I don’t want you to come back to this booth for any reason, unless I make it clear to you that I need something, got it?” She reached for the bill, “I understand.” And she walked away. It was taking a little longer then I thought it should. I was just beginning to wonder if she had skinned out a back door, when she appeared around the corner. She was looking a little nervous. I saw the reason, as she got closer. She still had her sweater on, but I didn’t see anything under it, except for a pair of very hard nipples. It was buttoned a little further down, but I could see a few inches over her bellybutton. As she got closer I got up out of my side of the booth, so she could get in. She came up and stood in front of me, not looking up. I put my finger under her chin, and raised her face up. She looked like a scared little girl. I trailed my finger down her throat, down to the top of her sweater, and popped open the top button. She backed away with a gasp, and sat in the booth quickly, with me right behind her. I put my hand out, and wiggled my fingers at her, asking for what she knew she was suppose to be giving to me. Blushing from the top button of her sweater to the top of her head, she dug in her purse, and handed me a wad of material. Moving my drink to the side, I opened it up. There were the items I had asked for. I smoothed her top out on the tabletop, and reached to my lap to retrieve the other item. The panties were a G-string, and they were very small, and more then a little moist. I put them on top of her blouse. “By looks of these panties, you were expecting something to happen tonight. Is that right?” I asked. Her head was swiveling around, looking for anyone coming near our table. “Get those off the table where anyone can see them.” “Relax, no one will see anything I don’t want them to. Now answer my question, did you come here tonight expecting something to happen?” I asked again, looking sternly into her eyes. “No, that is not why I came here,” she said looking away from me. “No, I think it is. Why else would you be here, dressed as you are, and wearing these?” I said lifting her panties up by the crotch band. “I dressed this way for my husband. He was suppose to have met me here earlier,” she said defensively. I reached over and took her by the chin, so she could not turn away. “Let’s get something strait, I’m getting pretty tired of your lying. You’re really not very good at it. From now on, you tell the truth. If I even think you are lying to me, you will regret it, am I making myself clear?” She looked at me with her eyes going big as saucers, trying to figure out how I knew. It wasn’t easy for her to do with me holding her chin, but she nodded and said, “I understand.” “Good, now tell me the truth, as to why you are dressed the way you are,” I said releasing her chin. “I dressed this way, because my husband asked me to. He likes me to show off. He says it excites him to see other men looking at me, knowing that they want me,” she said looking up at me to see if I believed her. “And,” I said waiting to see if she would tell me the rest. “And I dress this way because it also excites me,” she said blushing again. “It excites me to think that there are men who are looking at me, men who would take what they want from me,” she whispered. Reaching over, I turned her blushing face towards me. I reached up pulling out the comb she was using to hold her hair up. I fluffed it out over her shoulders. It was dark, long, thick, and soft. It fell down to past mid back, and hung down the front of her. I moved it, and fanned it out so that it covered her chest. I let my hands slide from her hair to the front of her sweater. Looking into her eyes I reached for the top button. As I started to open the button, she took her full, lower lip between her teeth. She made no move to stop me. There were three buttons done up. I opened all of them, so that the sweater hung open from her shoulders, and was stopped from opening completely only by her hard nipples. Putting my hand gently around her throat, I pushed her shoulders back against the wall of the booth. I slowly slid my hand down her front, and stopped between her breasts. I moved it to my left, until I felt the swelling of her right breast. I looked her right in the eyes, and cupped her breast in my hand, with her very hard nipple between my index, and middle fingers. I squeezed my fingers together, and her eyes fluttered and closed. I started to move my hand over to her other breast, tugging on her nipple, drawing a small whimper from her. I moved my hand across her chest to cup, and squeeze her right breast. With her front totally exposed to me, I started to move my hand down her chest to her belly. As I reached the top of her skirt, my thumb went under the waistband, and I traced across the swelling of her round belly. I slipped my thumb from the waistband, and moved down to the hem that was lying across her thighs. I continued my downward journey until I reached her right knee. Hooking my hand inside, I lifted and pulled her knee up and open onto the bench. I started my hand back up the inside of her thigh. As I reached her skirt, I slid under the hem, and continued along the top of her thigh. She raised her hips slightly as I reached the top of her thigh, where it met her body. I continued up, until my fingers appeared above the waistband. With half of my hand under the waistband, I slid it from side to side molding it to the curve of her belly. As my hand moved from side to side, the rest of her skirt was bunched in the crook of my wrist, exposing her open pussy to me, and the air around me was filled with the scent of her. I could see that the dark hair at the top of her mound was trimmed, probably so that it would fit into the tiny panties she wore. I slid my hand from the waistband, down the round belly toward her pussy. As I reached her mound, her hips rose to meet it. “What do you want?” I asked her quietly. “Touch me,” she said breathlessly. “Where?” I asked. “There, where your hand is,” she said. “Where is my hand? Where do you want me to touch you?” I asked again, wanting to hear her say it. “My pussy. Please touch my pussy,” she breathed. Sliding my hand down I said, “This isn’t a pussy, it’s a cunt. Now, where do you want me to touch you?” “My cunt, please touch my cunt,” she whispered. Turning the back of my hand to her, I ran my bent knuckles over her cunt. She was soaked. Pearl colored cream was oozing from her, and coating my knuckles as I slid them from her clit to the bottom of her slit. I started moving up and down her. Every time I raked across her clit, her belly jumped, and a whimper came from her mouth. Her ass was sliding down in the seat bringing her closer to me, and opening her up more. I straitened out two fingers, turned my palm up, and slowly started to enter her. Her hips rose, and opened her further to me. As my fingers entered her, I curved them up, and started to rub her inside. I felt for and I found the nub up inside. Her hips shot up, and a slight squeal escaped her mouth. I added my thumb to her clit, squeezing together with the fingers inside, and felt her cunt spasm around my fingers, as she came for the first time. Her body shook and shivered, her eyes closed, and her head tilted back. My fingers were covered in her spend. I pulled my fingers from her, and she slumped back against the wall. I rubbed my wet hand into her bush, and on her lower belly. Her breathing was starting to return to normal, and I saw her looking at me through her long, dark lashes. “I think I just won our little wager,” I said with a smile. A small nod and a slight smile on her red face showed that she agreed. “Now that that is settled, you know what that means,” I said pausing to see if she was going to give me any more trouble. When she didn’t say anything, and kept her head down, I continued. “Now what is your name, and don’t lie to me?” “My name is Angela,” she said in a small voice, while trying to cover her self. I put my hand against her chest, and pushed her back against the wall again. “Did I tell you to you could cover up?” “I just thought . . .” she said looking down. I cut her off, “You are done thinking. For the next two weeks. I’m going to be doing the thinking for you. You belong to me, not your husband, and not your self, me. What I say you will do. If there are questions, refer back to rule number one.” As I was saying this, I was ideally running my fingers through the hair on her mound. To make my point I punctuated the end of the sentence, by giving a tug on it. She winced a little, but said nothing. “When we are through here tonight, you are going to go home and tell your husband what I did to you. After you have told him that, you are going to tell him that you are mine for the next two weeks, and he is not to even think about getting his little needle dick into you. If you want him to lick this hot little cunt, he can, but only after I’m through with it. Tell him that clean up detail is all that he’s good for. As for tomorrow, before you come here to me, I want you to have him shave this hair from my cunt. I want it nice and smooth, and without a mark on it, so he had better be careful. Tell him that for every hair that I find you will receive a swat on that gorgeous ass of yours. You can wear what you want, but no pants and no undies. Be here early. I have plans for you. You won’t be leaving until Sunday night, but don’t worry about extra cloths, you won’t be needing them. Do you understand? Are there any questions?” A Friendly Wager Angie shook her head no, not looking at me. “Good, I hate stupid questions.” I said as I reached for the two half of her sweater. I pulled it together, and buttoned one button between her breasts. “You are not to button this any more then what I’m doing now. I’ll be expecting you here before ten in the morning. I like your hair down. Don’t be late, or it won’t go well for you. Now go home and tell your husband everything I’ve told you.” I got out of the booth, and held my hand out to her, to help her out. She collected her top and panties, and stuffed them in her purse. She took my hand and slid from the booth showing me that hot little cunt again. As she stood in front of me with her head down, I reached to the back of her head, and took a handful of hair. I pulled her head back until she had no choice but to look at me. I put my lips to hers, and shoved my tongue into her mouth. As I held her to me, I felt her reach up and rap her arms around my neck. I slipped my free hand under her loose sweater, and cupped her tit in my hand, and squeezed her nipple in my fingers, as she moaned into my mouth. Breaking the kiss, and holding her head back, I looked into her eyes. “I’ll see you in the morning. Remember what I’ve told you Angie, tell your husband everything, and don’t leave anything out. You belong to me for the next two weeks, and don’t worry I won’t let you forget. END OF CHAPTER ONE This got a little longer then I had originally intended, but oh well. I guess if you don’t like it don’t read it, but I hope you did. Thanx for reading, and don’t forget to vote. P.S. If you care to leave a comment, I read, and return them all good or bad. A Friendly Wager I stared blankly at the television. It was a chip shot. A gimme. My favorite football team had just missed a 22 yard field goal that would of won the game. Hell my 14 year old neighbor could of made that kick. What rubbed salt into the mental wound was my girlfriend, who was dancing around the living room with glee. We had made a little wager on the game and she had won. Why did she pick the winning team? Not because of any in-depth analysis. She picked the winning team because she liked the color of their uniforms. The bet she won started out as a penny. It built to cooking dinner which led to cleaning the house and after several rounds of one-upping each other it had led to this: I was to be her house slave for a week. As she continued dancing around, her slightly sagging 34D breasts moving in counter with her heart shaped ass, I stared at the wall. "No, you will not have to wear a French maid outfit, you don't have the legs for it." She giggled, seemingly reading my gloomy mind. "Now don't be a sore loser baby." She walked over to my recliner and knelt between my legs. I grumbled out loud. I knew I was in store for a full week of cleaning things with a toothbrush and who knows what else. "Hmm maybe this will help cheer you up." Dani unzipped my jeans, fished out my limp cock and began an impromptu blow job. If this was losing, I was all for it. She quickly sucked me to an erection, her long dark hair brushed against my legs. Just as my mood changed for the better, she stood up, wrapped her hand around my shaft and told me to follow her. Something about her guiding me down the hall by my cock seemed very erotic. We quickly made it to the bedroom where she dropped to her knees in front of me, pulled down my jeans and boxers and returned to the blowjob. As I stood there enjoying her oral skills, I heard her pull open the drawer on the end table next to our bed. I didn't think much of it, but after a few moments I felt something on my bare ass. Her hand made its way around my right butt cheek to my anus. As she deep throated me, I felt a wet, greasy finger probe my asshole. This was a first, and after the initial shock I let forth a massive groan. She slowly moved her finger in and out in a thrusting motion that drove me over the edge. I emptied my cock into her mouth in the biggest, hardest load I'd ever delivered. I grabbed our bed's headboard to keep from collapsing. "Holy shit baby!" My cum was dripping out of the corner of her mouth. "You must really like having your ass played with." She seemed to be extremely happy about this discovery. I could almost hear the gears turning in her head. She was up to something that made me wonder what was in store for me for the next seven days. As I was recovering, she started listing my immediate duties. "Start on the laundry and figure out what you are going to cook for dinner. Oh, and for this week, you are forbidden to wear clothes at home." She wasn't done with the rules. "Since you leave earlier in the morning than I do and get home at mid-afternoon, I'll have a list of instructions for you each day laying on the bed when you get home." I'm part the second part of a mid-market Radio morning show called "Johnny and Jerry". I do the news, sports and offer some set ups for the star of the show, Johnny, to work with. I'm up at 4am but get home by 1:30pm. Dani works a more conventional 8 to 5 job as office manager at an accounting firm. This arrangement works well for us most of the time, allowing me to get some things done before she gets home. For the next week, I'll just have more work and less goofing off to do in the afternoon. As my Sunday continued, I worked on two loads of laundry and cooked a decent dinner of Pork Chops, baked potato, corn and a salad. I'm not much of a cook but Dani seemed to appreciate my effort. When we went to bed, Dani made it clear there would be no sex on this night. She giggled as she turned away from me and mumbled something about wait until tomorrow. The Johnny and Jerry show went well on Monday morning. Johnny got a good laugh on me losing the bet, and we had some good phones especially with the no-clothes rule. I'm no Greek God by any means, but I try to keep my 6'2" 28 year old frame in good shape through weights and cardio. I walked into the house and made my way to the bedroom. Sure enough, there was a note with instructions. There was also a small sack on the bed. Get naked was the first instruction. That was easy enough. The note listed the normal cleaning and cooking duties, but also a few unusual instructions including being at the front door, on my knees, forehead to the floor, ass up high and hands behind my back. It also said to open the bag now. "What the fuck?" I opened the bag to discover an anal plug and a bag of lube. Attached to the bag was a note that said to make sure my anus was clean inside and out and then insert the small plug before she was due home. I finished my cleaning duties and took a long shower to make sure everything was clean as instructed. I went to the bedroom, heart pounding, as I opened the anal plug and the tube of lubricant. I had never tried anything like this, but honestly, how difficult could it be? I applied lube to the plug and my finger before trying to insert a finger into my ass. After thinking I was properly prepared, I put the tip of the plug to my opening, took a deep breath and pushed. Surprisingly, it slid in with relative ease. It was small and I took the plug fully inside up to its wide base. "Well, that's not too bad." I made the proclamation to an empty room. The small plug actually felt kind of nice. I took a couple of steps and was confident I could walk around with only a little difficulty. I had dinner well in hand when I heard Dani's car pull into the driveway. I hurried to the front door and took the position as instructed with ass high in the air, complete with anal plug. "Welcome, my owner." I thought this was a good move on my part and figured it would generate a laugh from her. I heard her circle me, halting when she got behind me. I felt a sharp smack to my butt cheek. "That's for making a joke." The definite tone in her voice told me she wasn't amused. I felt another smack to my bare butt "From now on, you will call me your Queen." She was defiantly enjoying this. "Stupid kicker." For that mumbled comment I received two more swats to my ass. They were starting to sting. "My, this looks nice." There was a more pleasant tone in her voice as she tapped the base of my plug. It caused a small vibration that sent shivers through my spine. It also brought my cock to attention. I was told to stand which brought my cock to her attentive dark brown eyes. "My goodness, you really like having your ass played with." She handed me a bag that was in her hand. "Good thing I bought this on the way home. Go turn down the heat on dinner, we'll eat later." I was then told to follow her to the bedroom and to kneel, presenting my plugged ass to her. She tapped the end of the plug again, then removed it entirely. I frowned due to the vacant feeling in my ass. I wondered why the hell I was disappointed to have that thing removed. I heard Dani, err my Queen, open a package followed by the now familiar feel of her lubed finger probing my ass. "You're going to love this, it's bigger and better." She didn't show me what this new plug was like but I immediately felt the difference. It was bigger, stretching my hole more. I moaned as she inserted it, my cock now fully hard. I was told to finish preparing dinner. We enjoyed the meal with small talk about our day. It was like our normal relationship except I was naked sitting on an anal plug with a massive hard on. Just another typical day in suburbia, right? As the evening progressed and it was time to go to bed, I was told to remove the plug, however there would be no sex tonight. I really needed relief. This whole slave thing was starting to suck! To make matters worse, as I lay in bed still mostly hard, I heard Dani next to me masturbating to a rather vocal orgasm. She kissed me good night, proclaiming it's good to be the Queen. That was the order of events over the next three days. Cleaning, cooking, anal plugs, erections and no sex. Strangely, I was starting to really enjoy the feeling of having my ass filled with the plug. As for work, I kept the kinky plug stuff as my secret but the no clothes rule was a running joke all week. The boss surprisingly loved it and encouraged us to continue with the running gag. A picture was even taken of me naked behind a strategically placed cardboard box, and it was posted on our radio station website. Friday arrived and my work week was done. Upon arriving home I quickly shed my clothes in the bedroom. The note was short and to the point. I was to shave my crotch completely, give myself an enema, shower and then open a package on the bed. Nothing about cleaning or cooking. I did as my Queen instructed. It was the first time I had an enema. It was an interesting procedure that I wasn't sure if I liked or not. I took extreme care in shaving my balls and crotch and managed to do so with out nicking myself. I opened the package and found something new. This time it was not the regular anal plug. This one still had the wide base, but it was in the shape of a cock. I judged it to be around 5 inches, slightly smaller than my own. I read the note. I was to lube yourself generously and insert my new friend, the cock. I wondered to myself it was really necessary to remind me to use lube. This rubber cock may have only been five inches but it seemed like alot to shove into my ass. The note continued. I was to sit in the wooden desk chair and stay there until you hear me pull into the driveway and then assume the normal position. Well this was certainly interesting. After following the obvious lube instruction, I put the tip of the rubber cock to my ass. I had learned by now to push out and things would work easier. The head slid in and I slowly worked the full length into my ass. It was a struggle to walk with it in me but I managed to make it to the desk chair. I sat down which caused the cock to slide a little deeper. I saw a small note taped to the computer screen. It read that I could turn on the computer but only go on line and only click the link in Favorites marked "Queen's Slut." Since I had no idea how long it would be before she got home, I figured what the hell. The link turned out to be a free porno video clip site. An all male gay video porno site. Prior to this week I hadn't had a gay thought in my life, but for some reason I was intrigued. The rubber cock in my ass was probably why. I clicked on a picture that started a five minute clip of a thin white guy fucking another thin white guy from behind as hard as possible. I was once again hard. I hadn't had sex all week and really needed some action, but I instinctively knew not to stroke one out with out my Queen's permission. I hoped I'd get some action tonight because my balls were as blue as the ocean. I clicked on several links and watched clip after clip of guys fucking in every position imaginable. I was half way through one marked "gang bang" when heard the sound of a car door. I closed the internet and quickly moved into my bowing position, complete with an ass full of rubber cock. As the door opened I broke into an abrupt panic. It wasn't the sound of one door opening and one set of footsteps, it was the sound of two doors and two sets of footsteps. My Queen had brought home a guest. "FUCK!" I silently screamed to myself. Here I am naked, ass full of rubber cock, massive hard on, and we have a guest. Bet or no bet, this was bullshit and this game was over. "OOh what do we have here?" It wasn't Dani's voice. It was the voice of a man. A deep voice. This guy, whomever he is, could have a real future in commercial voice-overs. "Oh Dani, your slut is absolutely delicious! May I inspect him?" Her slut? What the hell was this all about? I was just about ready to walk to the bedroom, get dressed and throw the both of them out. "Baby, would you go kneel on the coffee table please?" She used her overly sweet yet seductive voice that no man could say no to. I slowly leaned up when I saw him. He towered over my 6'2" frame by several inches and was a walking muscle. Closely cut brown hair and dark brown eyes completed the look. "Is this a clothing optional house?" He didn't wait for an answer and immediately shed his clothes as I got on my knees on the coffee table. "Hands behind the head, slut." This time it was our guest that shot out the command. I shot Dani a look that was only greeted with a smile. I was still miffed when I looked over at this mysterious stranger. My eyes met his cock, and my attitude changed. His looked slightly longer than mine and thicker. "Baby, this is Brian, a co-worker of mine. He is going to inspect you and if he likes what he sees, he's going to have sex with you." She said it in a very matter-of-fact tone. I wondered at what point did I lose control of my life? Like hell he's going to fuck me. This charade is over. I was about to confront this nonsense when, once again, my eyes found his cock. Damn, now that was a real man's cock. Suddenly my throat was dry and words couldn't be found. I obediently stayed in the position as ordered. Brian walked around me, pinching my nipples and running his hand over my abs. He reached down and cupped my balls. It was the first time another man had touched my private parts, and my cock was betraying me. I was fully hard and trembling. I could tell this Viking warrior of a man liked what he saw out of me. He walked around behind to my ass. "Well what do we have here?" He said it with a certain playful tone. "Looks like someone was being prepped ahead of time for me." I heard Dani start to giggle. "He has taken to anal play like a champion little slut. He can't get enough of it this week. So, if you agree, you will be his end of the week reward." My reward? What the hell was going on? "Pardon me, Queen, just what is going on, and do I have a say in things?" "Of course, my slut. You've had a love affair with anal plugs all week. Your cock has betrayed you, proving you've loved this new found fun. So, tonight the rubber cock is going to be replaced with Brian's cock." She continued to explain. "If Brian wants to, he will fuck your ass tonight. Now, don't pull the 'But I'm Not Gay' comment with me. I know you love me and love fucking me. This is just going to open up new things for you is all." Time stopped for me. She was right, I loved having my ass filled and Brian was so fucking hot. I raised my head and looked Brian right in his beautiful brown eyes. "Brian, would you please fuck this lowly slut's ass" I asked. "Repeatedly?" I added. I wondered where the hell that thought came from? Brian grinned. "You have a delicious little ass. You are about to enjoy the best fuck of your life. So, are you really a slut?" Without blinking, I gave him the answer everyone expected to hear. "Tonight, I am your slut." With that, I climbed down from the coffee table, stayed on my knees and took Brian's cock in my hand. I brought it to my lips and kissed the tip. Dani knelt down beside me. "Ok baby, go slow, this is what you need to do." "My Queen, I may have never sucked a cock but I certainly know how one should be sucked." She grinned as I took the head of his cock into my mouth. I ran my tongue over and around the tip. "Breath through your nose and relax" Dani urged. I slowly took more of Brian's cock into my mouth. I felt him grow hard which made me feel proud. He started to slowly fuck my mouth with part of his cock. I wanted all of him in my mouth, but knew that just wasn't going to happen on this first time. While this was going on, I felt a familiar hand on my ass. Dani slowly took the rubber cock out of me. "Mmmm, you're stretched out nicely, slut. Brian, I think he's ready to be fucked." I didn't complain, I didn't fight, I accepted what was about to happen. I even looked forward to it. I got on my hands and knees, presenting my ass to him. I looked up to see Dani shedding her clothes. She sat on the floor in front of me, legs spread, fingering her trimmed pussy. "Oh my God, this is going to happen. Brian's cock is going to be fucking the hell out of you. Oh my god baby!" She was fingering herself quickly and sounded like she was already nearing climax. I felt the tip of Brian's cock at my hole. I concentrated on relaxing myself, remembering to push out to make it slide in easier. I could feel that his cock was well lubed. He very slowly pushed forward, pressing the head of his cock into my hole millimeter by millimeter. Damn I wanted that cock inside me. The week of plugs, the two hours of gay porn, I wanted my prize. I pushed back into him, forcing the head of his cock into my ass. I grimaced at the pain but pushed out with my anal muscles. Since my ass had been stretched by the rubber cock all afternoon, the pain lastly only a moment. Pleasure took over as he started to slide the shaft into me. "Oh God, fuck me Brian!" I couldn't take it anymore and shoved my ass back towards him. "FUCK ME OH GOD FUCK ME PLEASE." The red hot pain of having his thick cock inside of me quickly subsided due to my pure lust. I was panting. "Fuck this eager little slut. Please, fuck me hard. Use me." Brian pressed the rest of his cock into me until I felt his balls swing against mine. He pulled out to just the head and slid inside of me again. "Yes, fuck that little slut!" It was Dani's voice. "Fuck that little ass. Make him your little bitch. You want to be his little bitch, don't you baby?" She growled, moments before she moaned to what seemed to be a climax that almost made her black out. "Harder, fuck this little bitch harder. I can take it. I want to please you. Use me, fuck me, oh GOD YES just like that!" I was growling at him, my ass full of cock and the rest of me filled with lust. All I wanted in life right now was his cock fucking my ass. I knew I was close to cumming, with out anyone touching my cock. I soon unloaded stream after stream of cum into the carpet below me. "Oh My God! You just fucked the cum out of him!" Dani was obviously enjoying the fucking going on in front of her. "That makes him a true anal slut. He'll still want to fuck you, Dani, but he'll always want cock from now on." Brian's voice was heavy with lust. By the sound of his voice, I knew Brian was close to cumming. His fingers dug into my hips as he shoved his cock deep into my ass and unloaded. I felt stream after stream of his cum fill my ass and start leaking down my legs. As good as it felt, I wondered what it would be like shooting down my throat. I didn't want this experience to end. Brian was right, I wanted cock. I knew I would be fucking Dani this weekend, but I desperately wanted Brian's cock inside me over and over again. As the three of us collapsed into the pool of cum on the living room carpeting, we were all silent for a period of time. I decided to speak first. "Baby, remind me to send a thank you note to the kicker for missing that field goal." That brought a laugh from Dani. "Brian, ummm could you, I mean, would you like to stay for a while, like maybe the weekend?" Dani let out a laugh. "Just the weekend?" "Well, for starters." I leaned down to Brian's cock and started licking, trying to bring it back to life. It was going to be a memorable weekend. A Friendly Wager Ch. 02 This is a work of fiction, intended for adults only. * * * * * The next morning I was up early despite having been up late, with the very pleasant diversion I had found in Angie. While in the shower, I had been thinking of all the things I wanted to try with her. It brought a smile to my face, to think of the look on old Jon's face when Angie walked into their house and told him of her experiences since he had last seen her. My smile got even wider, when I thought of what I had told her to tell him about the weeks to come. The old saying came to mind be careful what you wish for, you just may get it. I wrapped a towel around my waist, and grabbing another to dry with as I headed over to the phone to call down for some breakfast. I hadn't had a lot to eat last night, what with the way things had turned out. Having made the call, I went back in to shave. After shaving, I threw on a pair of oversized boxers and a T-shirt, and kicked back to watch the morning news. A while later, after eating, I straitened up the room, and sat back to wait for Angie to get there. At about nine forty- five there was a soft knock on the door. I opened it to find a very nervous Angie standing there, looking anywhere but at me. I stepped aside, to let her come in from the hall. She looked up and down the hallway, and then slipped in staying as far away from me as the entrance allowed. She went into the room and stood facing me, as I came back from locking the door. She had on a white, one-piece dress, with what looked like a man's white jacket. The jacket was open down the front, to show the full front of the dress. It molded around her body, and clung to the roundness of her belly. Her hair was dark brown, thick, and slightly curly parted in the middle to hang back over her shoulders. She stood there, kind of wringing her hands, and trying not to look too nervous. I continued toward her, and saw her stiffen. I brushed past her, hearing her sigh in relief. "Good morning," I said as I passed. "Sleep well?" "No, I didn't sleep well, and no, it's not a good morning. Look I don't think I can do this. I don't think I can do what you want me to do," she in a rush. "I don't know what happened to me last night, but I don't think I can handle this. I'm not that kind of woman, at all. The way you saw me, all dressed up like that, all made up, I don't usually look like that. I don't usually act like that," she said blushing. "I'm not some glamorous call girl, or anything like that. I'm just a plain house wife, that was trying to do something for her husband." As I sat on the bed I said, "Well first of all, you are far from plain. Secondly, you don't know what I want you to do. You saw a side of your self, last night, you've never seen before and it scared the shit out of you. For the next two weeks just open your self up to all the things you've always wanted to try, but you couldn't, because you were either married or just didn't think you should.' "You know I was there last night. You may not think of yourself as being sexy, but you are far more then just a plain housewife. That woman you showed me last night is standing in front of me right now. You may think that isn't you, but you know what, it is. All you have to do is let it happen, and you could open yourself to a world pleasure that you've never felt before. You think that I don't know what you felt, last night? I watched you totally open up to me, and that is just the beginning. The orgasm that you had on my hand last night was nothing compared to what's to come.' "You said that you were there just to do something for your husband, but I don't believe that. You could have left at any time, but you didn't. You know, it's not like you didn't know what I was after. And those other guys that tried before me were after the same thing. You knew from the beginning that we were all after you for the same reason, and you kept that pretty ass planted on that stool." "I stayed there as a promise to Jon. I told him that I would stay there for an hour, and he made me promise. And yes I did know what you guys wanted from me, but I also thought that I could just get up and leave when I wanted. After you stated in on me while I was drunk, I kind of lost control." "Look, I didn't do anything to stop you from leaving. And I didn't take advantage of any drunk. I didn't force my self on you, or try to rape you. Once you got going, there was no stopping you. You are a very passionate woman; I don't think you wanted to get away as bad as you want to believe. What did you tell Jon when you got home? Did you tell him everything that I did to you?" "What is said between my husband, and I is none of your business," she said looking at me coldly. "Okay, let's talk about what is my business. Why are you here now? You know if you were coming here trying to deny what happened, and want to go back like nothing has happened, go head. There's the door. But I look at you there in that little dress, with your hair down, it doesn't look like you came here to brush me off." She lowered her eyes blushing. As she did, her dark hair fell from behind her shoulders, and hid her face. I got up and went over to her. Parting her hair with my fingers, I slipped my hand around the back of her neck. With my thumb at her jaw, I lifted her face and saw the tears that had started to fall. I lifted my other hand, and put it around her neck under the hair on the other side, uncovering her face completely, and looked into those pale eyes. Using my thumbs to wipe away the tears I said, "Look, you don't have to feel guilty about enjoying what you felt. Pleasure is supposed to feel good. You know, you aren't going to forget it either. Life's too short to waste on regret." Slipping her head between my hands she lowered her face. "No I haven't forgotten, but what am I supposed to do? I cheated on my husband," she said. "Did you tell Jon what happened?" I asked With her head down, she nodded that she had. "Was he as upset over it as you are?" She didn't acknowledge the question. "Did you tell him what to expect in the near future?" She nodded yes, again. "Was he upset over THAT?" I asked. Again there was no acknowledgement. "So your only reason for not wanting this, is because you enjoyed yourself too much." Moving my hands down from her neck, I pushed the jacket off her smooth, round shoulders. I let its weight drop it to her wrists, and then pulled it and her into me. With her hips against my thighs, and her forehead against my chest, I held her to me. I could feel her trembling. "Did you tell Jon everything," I whispered, "including what he was supposed to do to you, for me?" I felt the smallest movement of her head against my chest. I lowered the jacket from her hands, and removed it. I moved away from her, and put it over the back of the chair, that was at the desk. Turning back, I saw her standing there, her shining dark hair still hiding her face. I moved back over to her, and stood there for a second. Kneeling I slid my left hand up from her ankle to behind her left knee, and lifted slightly. When her foot left the floor, I removed the slipper like white leather shoe. Her legs were very smooth. I moved to her right leg and removed that shoe also. Standing, I moved around behind her. There was a hank of hair that had stayed on her back that I brushed around over her right shoulder. I took hold of the tiny zipper tab, and started to lower it between her shoulder blades. I held the tab between my right thumb, and middle finger, which allowed me to trail my index finger down her spine. As the zipper went down, her back arched beautifully. There are few things, in this world, more beautiful then the long, smooth arch of a woman's naked back. The zipper stopped just before her ass. I slid my hand up that smooth back, between her shoulder blades, to her neck. Moving my hands on her, I slid them out towards her arms. The dress fell suddenly and Angie gasped and caught it to her before it could fall past her breasts. I trailed my hands down her arms, hooking the dress as I went. With a little downward pressure she released it, and let it fall to pool around her feet. I moved from behind her, sliding my left hand across her ass. As I stepped in front of her, Angie tried to cover herself, blushing. Looking at her with a smile I asked, "What could you possibly have to be embarrassed about? You know I saw all the fun stuff last night, any way. Well I guess there are a few differences now, aren't there. Come on, hands at your side, let's have a look at you." As if it was possible, I think she turned an even darker shade of red, but she lowered her hands to her sides. I would say she was probably a thirty- two B cup. Smooth, firm, and wide set with thick dark nipples. Then down past the round, smooth belly was her now very smooth cleft. Rounded and slightly pudgy, you could see a trace of her labia, from between the outer lips. "Why are you embarrassed? You have nothing to be embarrassed about," I said. "My breasts are too small, and I look like a little girl without any hair down there," she said in a small voice. "There is no such thing, as too small. Maybe some men prefer larger ones, but there is no such thing as too small. I happen to prefer women that have smaller tits, but that doesn't mean that I don't like larger ones too. You know it's not the way a woman looks; it's the way a woman looks at herself. Any woman no matter ninety pounds, or three hundred, can be as beautiful as they want. It's the way you move, sensuous. Even sitting can be made to look sexy. It's all attitude. If you feel beautiful, you will be. Hell, look at you. Standing there, nipples so hard they look as though they would break if I tried to bend them. And you look absolutely nothing like a little girl. You are one of the most feminine women I've ever seen." I went over, and walked behind her. I slipped my hands around her waist, with them meeting at her bellybutton. I started to slide them up her body, while pulling her back into me. My hands continued up her chest, between her breasts, over to the front of her shoulders. Leaving her shoulders I moved them to her firm, round tits. Her body pressed against me and shuttered. A small whimper escaped her throat, and her hands came up to press against mine. I pulled softly on those thick, hard nipples and she moaned, and arched her back. I released her nipples, and slipped my hands out from under hers. I cupped her hands in mine and, pressed them in tight, and squeezed gently. I left her hands on her breasts, and slid mine slowly down her front. I stopped at her belly, and caressed the rounded smooth surface. Leaving my left hand there, I slid the right down over the now smooth mound. With two fingers on either side of her clit, I slipped my hand down between her thighs. I cupped and squeezed her, feeling the moist heat radiating from inside her. Her body came alive in my hands. With a growl, she lifted her arms, and wrapped them around the back of my neck. I slid my left hand up from her belly, to cup her right tit, and pressed my forearm down on the other. Her legs were spread, with her knees bent, putting most of her weight on the hand between her legs. Her hips started to slowly move back and forth, moving her cunt against my fingers. I could already hear the slick crackling sound coming from her very wet slit, and my fingers were getting coated. I released the hold I had on her, and had to press deep into her belly to take the weight that had just landed on her bent, and week knees. I slid my left hand from her tits, down to join the other at her belly. Angie whimpered, and dropped her arms to wrap her fingers around my wrists. Moving my hands to her hips, I turned her until she faced me, placing my hands at the small of her back, and pressing her belly into my cock. She looked up at me with pleading eyes, "Please don't stop touching me," she whispered. I laughed out loud, "Oh, you don't have to worry about that, I'm just getting started," I said sliding my hands down to cup her round ass. "We need to get a little more comfortable is all," I said as I started to lift her feet from the floor. As I lifted her, her legs parted and started to reach up for my hips. As her now smooth mound passed over my now very hard cock, I stopped raising her, and held her to me. After a slight pause, I rubbed her up and down against me. Feeling my hard cock against her, Angie tilted her hips back to bring her bare mound harder against me. She took her left hand from behind my neck, and reached for the hem of my T-shirt. She struggled with it for a second, and then she just let go with her right hand, forcing me to act fast to keep her from falling. After I had regained my hold of her, she lifted her head and smiled at me as she got my shirt up to my armpits. "Now what are you going to do? Or should I just drop you so you can strip me?" I asked looking into her eyes with a smile. "NO, don't put me down. I have a plan," she said giggling. Ducking her head, she pulled the shirt out over her, and pressed those small firm tits against my chest. I felt kisses being pressed against me as her head started to come up through the neck opening. Turning her head from side to side, rubbing that soft hair against my chest, she worked her head through. Giggling she looked up at me, "See?" The neckband kept us too close together for her to do anything. I felt her hands move up to my shoulders. Feeling her thighs tense, and her hands grip me, I improved my hold on her. With a quick push, and a loud tearing sound, she looked up at me with bright eyes. "That's better," she said leaning in and kissing me under my chin. Smiling I said, "You little shit, that was my shirt." "It's a small price to pay," she said. She leaned into me again, pressing herself against me. "My God, is that all you?" she said, as her hand reached down and tried to wrap around the bulge in my shorts. I walked us over to the bad. I turned, and sat down with her in my lap. Angie wrapped her hands around my head, and pressed her mouth to mine. She nibbled at my lower lip, and then forced her tongue into my mouth with a moan. That one kiss lasted forever. I was running my hands all over her smooth bare back, as she combed her fingers through my hair. I moved my right hand around to her left tit, and took the nipple between my fingers pulling and twisting gently. She moaned into my mouth. With Angie inside my shirt with me, the scent of her cunt was starting to take us both over the edge. She had her knees on either side of my thighs, and spread wide, so that she was pressed against me. I dropped my other hand back down to her ass, and started to move her back and forth against me. Her knees spread wider, bringing her down harder against me. My boxers were quickly becoming wet. I reached behind her and pulled her down with me as a laid back across the bed. Her body radiated heat, as she lay full out on top of me. The weight of her on top of me felt so good. I could feel the quick beat of her heart against my chest. With her hands around my neck, she pulled herself higher up on me. Looking very pleased with herself, she started to squirm her whole torso against me, smiling down at me. I had had enough. I slipped my hands under her thighs, and reached into my boxers pulling my hard cock out. I let it drop, and it landed in between the cheeks of her ass. I reached up around the back of her thighs, and mover her up a little higher. As my cock slid down the crack of her ass, I was watching her eyes. This was the first time she had felt me, skin to skin. Letting go of one of her thighs, I grabbed my cock and started to rub the head up and down her slit. It was covered in her juices quickly, and she started to push down against me. I felt the head of my cock center in her opening, and moved my hand down out of the way. With her mouth open, Angie started to add pressure, and the head started to enter her. Her mouth, and eyes closed, as her cunt started to open around me. A moan came from her throat, and she added more pressure. The head popped into her, and her breathing stopped for a moment. Groaning she started to push again. With her hands on my chest, she slowly started to work her way down my cock. She would push down and stop, after a pause she raised herself slightly, and then pushed back down again. She looked so deep in thought, that I couldn't stand it. I reached up tweaked her nipples. Her eyes snapped open, and she almost looked surprised to see that I was there. When she looked at me, her eyes drooped and a slow smile appeared on her open mouth. "Sorry, but I got kind of caught up in the moment. You are only the second man I've had, and there are so many differences, I can't believe it. You feel so different from Jon, bigger, wider." She gave a little twitch, with her hips, "You don't mind if I go slow do you?" "No I don't mind you going slow," I gave a little thrust up at her, and her eyes snapped fully open again. "But not too slow," I said smiling. Angie started to lean back, but found herself limited because of what was left of my T-shirt. Lying back down against me, she reached behind herself, forcing her firm little tits into me. She grabbed the two sides, and started tearing it the rest of the way down. When she got to the bottom she got stuck. Reaching up, I followed her arms down to where her hands had a hold of the material. I took a wrap around the first two fingers of each hand, and gave a quick jerk. I dropped what was left of my shirt to either side, and took a hold of her hips. With her palms on my chest, she pushed her self up onto her knees. With the added height, she was able to get a little more leverage, and she started to work the rest of my cock into herself. She got down to where there were only a couple of inches left to go, and stopped. Her eyes were closed again, and she was breathing hard. I let her rest there a moment, then tugged on her hips forcing the rest of the way in. She sucked in a gulp of air and stopped moving all together. But her eyes were open. She looked me in the eye, and gave a quick jab into my chest with the nails of both hands. "I would have gotten there, you know." "Ya, well I've been waiting since last night to have you wrapped around me like this." I gave a twitch inside her, "You look very good on top of me, .... you feel pretty good too." Angie pushed her knees out wide, and then brought them back in. She made a small rocking motion that rubbed her down on me. "You feel very good inside me too. I had no idea it could feel so different." I slid my hands down from her hips, and cupped her ass. Slowly, I started to raise her up. After a few inches, I lowered her back down. I repeated that a few times, and Angie got her own rhythm going. It felt like being inside a very hot, wet, deep glove. She started moving slower, but was taking longer strokes. Other then her and I breathing, the only sound I could hear, was the wet slurp of me sliding in and out of her. Now that she was getting more comfortable with me in her, on her next downward stoke I pulled her body down onto my chest again. She dropped her head down next to mine, and that soft, wild, dark hair swallowed my face, and she purred into my ear. I pushed on her right knee, and straitened her leg out. With that done, I rolled us until I was on top of her, and I could pull my knees up under her ass. She lay there on her back looking up at me, her knees bent, and back arched. I slid my hands from her knees up her thighs, to her hips. From there I moved up her body to her tits. Those dark nipples were hard, and fat. When I started to pull, and twist them, her hips started to move. I moved my hands to the side, and dropped down onto my elbows, pressing down on her round belly. I looked into her smiling face, feeling her wrap her thighs around me. I dropped my head and took a long lick on her chest, ending in a kiss at the beginning of her throat. I moved my head over to her left tit. Opening my mouth wide, I took as much of the hot, salty flesh in my mouth as I could. Lightly raking my teeth over her, I wound up with the long, hard tip between my teeth. I nibbled at it gently watching goose bump form over her whole body. A Friendly Wager Ch. 02 Straitening out my arms, I took her ass in my hands and raised her slightly. I started to push into her, and then stopped and slowly pulled all the way out. I dropped down on her body again, and started to push myself down off her. When my head was at her belly, I started to pepper it with small sucking kisses. I ran my tongue into her bellybutton, and nipped at her lightly with my teeth. I continued my downward journey, moving down to her smooth, rounded mound. I gave a lingering kiss at the top of her cleft, and swiped my tongue at the hood of her clit. Her breath caught, and her hips lurched at me. Moving to one side, I reached down and ran my tongue to crease between her outer lip and upper thigh. I moved slowly up one side, and down the other. With my hands on the backs of her thighs holding her open, I had complete access to her very wet and open cunt. I sucked one of her soft labia into my mouth and pulled on it with my lips. When it slipped from my lips, I lowered my tongue to the bottom of her slit. Pushing it inside, I slowly dragged it up the bright crimson interior, to the top. Once at her clit again, I took the whole area into my mouth and sucked hard on it. I raked at her lightly with my teeth, and moved back in with the flat of my tongue. Once under the hood, I started to move my head from side to side, stopping once in a while to suck on her. Her thighs were trying to close, but I held them open. Angie reached down, with both hands, and caressed my face moaning. "My God, I've never felt anything like this in my life," she said breathlessly. Pulling away, I looked up at her. "Please tell me that's not true. Haven't you ever had anyone go down on you before?" "Yes," she whispered. "Jon did it once when we were dating. He said he'd heard about it from some of his buddies. But he only tried it the one time, and it was nothing like this." MY GOD, this guy had to be crazy. The tart, salty tang of her made me want to just take a bite out of her. Putting the flat of my tongue to work on her again, I rose up a little, and moved my hand to her slit. I started to slide a finger inside, and stopped just inside her opening. I started moving my finger in circles around, just inside. You could easily hear the wet sound of her juicy cunt. I plunged the finger all the way in, and pulled it back out. I did the same with my middle finger. Once they were both covered in her juices, I turned them over, palm up, and slid them both into her. As I continued to suck on her, I slid my fingers slowly into her while rotating them. I did that several times. I loved the hot wet slurp my fingers made while going in and out. I curved my fingers up, and searched for the same spot I had the night before. Today, I had more room. Her hips shot up, shoving her whole mound hard into my mouth. I think I had found what my fingers had been looking for. Her hips were moving up and down without stopping. I finally gave in, and moving my head, I let her thighs close. When they were closed with my fingers still in her, I reached for her knees, and rolled her to her side. "Up, come on, up on your knees," I said. With a groan, she squared her shoulders to the bed, and pushed herself up. Once her arms were extended, she started to pull her knees under her. When she got her knees under her, she spread them. With my free hand, I spread her open even further. I started to move my fingers in her again, and her arms gave out. She dropped her head and shoulders to the bed, bowing her back deeply. Looking from between her legs, I saw that bare, hot and open cunt with my fingers in it. Her belly sagged down roundly, leading to her upper body, as she rested against the mattress. As I started to pump into her, her knees spread even further. Seeing her all spread out like that, was killing me. Her cunt was making contractions around my fingers, as it did her cute little rose bud winked at me. I slid my creamy finger from inside her, and ran it up between her splayed cheeks. Moving back to her open cunt, I added a finger, and thrust all three deep into her, up to the third knuckle. She gave a yip, and then groaned as they spread her open. I turned them down, and started to rub her G-spot firmly. Her back sank down even further, until her belly was almost on the bed. I could hear the squishing, as my fingers moved quickly inside her. She started to whimper, and moan. I started rubbing harder, and faster. It was starting to sound like I was playing in a glass of water. That's how it felt too. All of a sudden her cup runeth over, and her juices started to gush out of her. They followed her lips up to her belly, where they started to drip, and pool and the sheet. Her cunt was contracting so hard it popped one of my knuckles. Angie's whole body was shuttering. Her out going breaths were shaky moans, as she continued to cum and cum. After what seemed like forever, but was probably only a couple of minutes, She reached back between her legs, and got a hold on my arm. "Stop, please stop, I can't take it any more. Give a girl a break," she said still shaking. I pulled my soaked hand from her open cunt, and rubbed the juices over her ass, and upper thighs. From her thighs I moved my hand to her belly, and spread those all over the front of her. The room smelled like her cunt. Moving quickly, not being able to wait another minute, I got on my knees behind her, and started to push my cock right to the bottom of her. As wet and open as she was, it was still tight and hot. Her hips started to rock into the thrusts I was giving her. I started to pump for my climax, and was groaning, right along with her. Her cunt started contracting around my cock, and I couldn't hold out any more. I started to blast shot after shot of cum to the very bottom of her cunt. When I finished, I fell down onto her back, sucking in air. Wrapping my arms around her middle, I brought her with me; I lay down on my side still buried deep inside her. As I lay there with her back against my chest, I was rubbing my hands all over the front of her, from her throat to the bottom of her belly. "You seem to have gotten over some of your shyness," I said with my face buried in her hair. "It's pretty hard to be shy when a guy has you cumming all over yourself," she said with a smile in her voice. "Jesus where did that come from?" I squeezed her belly, pulling her tight against me, "Right here. I told you that you had it in you." She reached down between her legs and said, "Well I've got it in me now. Let me up, I need to go to the bathroom." Pinching her nipple, I opened my arms releasing her. "Fine, go, see if I care." She pulled herself up off of me, and got off the bed. Groaning as she straitened up, "God, I'm too old for this." "You think you're too old, I think you were trying to kill me," I said watching her beautiful round ass, as she walked away. By the time she reached the bathroom door, my cum had started to run down the inside of her thighs. I moved out of the big wet spot we had created, and pulled the top sheet up to my waist. I heard the toilet flush, and then sink turned on. After what seemed like a long time, the door opened and Angie reappeared. She had some how rolled her long hair into a bun at the nape of her neck. She moved with such grace, it was a pleasure to watch. I held up the sheet for her to climb under. She climbed on the bed, and turning her back to me, snuggled into my body. After I dropped the sheet, my arm lay across her body. Angie took my hand in hers, and pulling it into the bottom of her belly, slid it down to her hot swollen pussy. "I can' believe how good that was, can we do it again?" she said. Cupping my hand possessively against that hot little cunt, "We will be doing it again, a lot. Right now, I don't know bout you, but this old man could use a nap." Wiggling her ass back against me, "You sure didn't feel too old a few minutes ago. How old are you anyway, I don't even know?" "I thought it wasn't polite to ask some ones age. I know women get all ticked off, when I ask them." "That's just it, it's not polite to ask a woman, but it's okay to ask a guy. It's a girl thing," she said like that was supposed to explain it. Vainly, it being a "guy thing", "How old do you think I am?" She thought for a moment, "I don't know, maybe thirty-seven, or thirty-eight." With my head against her shoulder, I indicated that she needed to go higher. "Thirty-nine?" I moved my head again. "Forty?" I moved my head again. "Forty-one?" I nodded against her shoulder. "Wow you're not bad for an old guy," she said, trying to keep from laughing. I jerked my hand from between her thighs, grabbed her hip in one hand, and her shoulder with the other, and flipped her around to face me. When I had her facing me, I rolled on top of, settling between her open thighs. Looking down into her eyes and taking her left ass cheek into my right hand, "If you don't watch out this old man is going to spank this wise ass of yours." "Promises, promises," she giggled. * * * * * Thanks for all the great comments on the first part. I think these two will be have a lot of fun in the coming chapters. A Friendly Wager Ch. 03 This is a work of fiction, intended for adults only. I woke up to the feel of hands, on my rapidly hardening cock. Looking down I saw that the sheet had been thrown off of me, and there was a very engrossed Angie, with her hands wrapped around my cock. The wild mass of dark hair kept her face hidden. With my cock fully hard, she snuck a glance up at me. Blushing, she looked away. I tangled my hand in her thick dark hair, and turned her face up to me. With her hands still moving on my cock, she looked up at me blushing. "You don't have to feel embarrassed Angie, if you want something you need to tell me or show me." Smiling, I said, "This just shows me that you are every bit as passionate as I knew you would be." She looked relieved, and tried to look down again. With my hand in her hair, I moved her up my body, steering her so that she ended up lying on top of me. As I pulled her up, she let go of my now hard cock, and put her hands on the mattress by my head, raising her up away from my face. Looking up into her eyes, I released her hair. The hair fell down around my head, like drawing a dark curtain. I felt her panting breath against my face. Slowly my vision started to adjust to the lack of light, in my very private hideaway, and her features started to come into view. I could feel her lying on top of me, soft and hot. With her arms strait, her belly and cunt were pressed against me hard, and her thighs were squeezing me. "I'll let you in on a little secret, I know more about you then you think." A puzzled look came over her face. "Last night, before we met in the bar, I knew I had to have you, one way or another. See, I was seated at the table next to yours and Jon's. I heard the end of the conversation, as to why you were there." An angry look came over Angie's face, and her body stiffened on top of me. "You mean you were listening to us? That was a private conversation. How could listen to a private conversation?" She started to pull away, and I reached up and grabbed her, rolling on top of her, between her legs. I dropped my face down, until my nose was about to touch hers. Looking deeply into her pail, scared eyes, "If that was supposed to be such a private conversation, it should have been held in private, not a restaurant. I didn't ask to be seated there. I was there to eat, nothing more. What are you so angry about, the fact that I overheard the two of you, or that I heard what you said?" I pushed myself away from her, and got to my feet. "I'm hungry, I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm going down to get something to eat. You're welcome to join me, or not, it's up to you," I said and walked away without looking back. I went into the bathroom, and started the shower. Getting the water good and hot, I climbed in. Steam started to fill the room. I lathered up my hair, and had my head under the spray rinsing it clean, when I felt a small blast of cool air. Instead of turning around, I just grabbed the soap, and started to lather myself up, not even acknowledging that I knew she was there. After a moment or two, I felt a washcloth start rubbing my back. "So you're staying then?" I asked. There was no reply. The washcloth continued to rub at my back. I put the soap down, and rinsed myself. I spun around quickly, and took her by the upper arms, and lifted her slightly toward me. Angie gasped, and her hands came up to protect herself. I waited for her to turn her head back towards me. "I'm not sure I like these little games you play. If you are planning on staying, there are going to be a few changes. First, I may have gone after you, but I haven't and won't force you to do anything. If you stay here you are doing it because you want to. Second, you really need to relax a little, I heard Jon, he wants this as much or more then you do. You don't have to be embarrassed because you are enjoying what is happening to you. Third, you need to realize I'm not Jon. I don't play games, and I'm not much on orders. I know you make the decisions at home, but that's with Jon, not me. Now, if you want to stay, fine. If not, go home to your husband, it seems he will let you play all the games you want." I let go of her arms, and she took a small step back. "I know you are not Jon," she said looking at me and rubbing where my hands had been on her arms. "I know he wants this, but it's going to take some time for me to get around the fact that I'm enjoying this so much, and not feel guilty." Pausing she said, "I am enjoying this, but it's all so new, and I'm really not very good at giving up control," she said as a shiver went through her. I reached out and took her by the shoulders, and pulled her close. I turned us into the hot spray. The water soaked her hair flat to her head, and she turned her face up to it. I let go of her shoulders and she turned her front into the hot spray. I reached down to the bottom of the tub, and picked up the washcloth she had dropped there. I reached around Angie, to the shelf in front of her, and picked up the soap. I lathered up the washcloth, and started to use both the cloth, and my hand with the soap in it, to pull her shoulders back into my chest. "Look," I said starting to cover her shoulders and upper chest in lather, "I know you're scared, but if you just relax a little, I promise you will enjoy it a whole lot more." As I said the last, I ran first my smooth hand with the soap in it over both of her small, firm tits. I followed it with the ruff washcloth, pulling on her nipples as I went. A whimpered moan came from the back of her throat, and she arched her back thrusting her tits into my hands. I kept moving from one nipple to the other, pulling tugging, and twisting. I switched the cloth to my left hand, and slid my soapy right hand down her round belly. I ran my hand between her thighs and cupped her, pulling up. Angie groaned, and lifted one leg, putting it on the edge of the tub. I slipped the tips of my fingers in between the lips of her cunt, and ran them from the top to the bottom slowly. When I went back up to the top, I pinched her clit in my soapy fingers, and let it slip through. I did that for a long time, with Angie writhing against my chest the whole time. Suddenly she froze, then her entire body started to shake. All her weight was on the hand I had between her legs. The shivering started to slow, and I felt her body relaxing against me. Not giving her the chance to come down completely, I turned her back to the wall. I slid my hands from her shoulders down to her waist, and from there, down to her outer thighs. I moved my hands to the backs of her thighs, and started to lift her. Angie raised her arms, and put her hands around the back of my neck. I stood back from the wall as far as the tub would allow. Angie leaned her shoulders back into the wall, wrapping her legs tight around me. With her shoulders against the wall, it left the front of her open to me. I started using the washcloth over her, from her throat to her belly. I slid the cloth down lower, to the top of her cunt, and used my thumb to rub her clit. When I touched her there her hips jerked up and she lost hold with her legs. While I had her legs loose around me, I pulled my hips back and aimed my hard cock at her hot open cunt. With one hand down under her ass, I used the other to rub the head up and down against her open slit. I pulled it up and smacked it down against her clit a few times, making her groan, and reach for me. Angie grabbed my cock, pushed it down, hooked her legs again, and thrust herself down on me. Her first thrust got her only about a third of the way down. Her mouth snapped open and she growled, as she leaned her head back against the wall. "God, I didn't think I would feel so stretched after the first time," she said as she started to rotate her hips a little. Angie put pressure down on me again, and started to slide herself slowly down the rest of my cock. She was looking down, with her mouth open, and a constant ahh . . ., coming from her throat. I felt the pressure of her heels on my back, as she pulled herself towards me. She pulled, and then would stop and move her hips around, and then she started to pull again. With only a couple of inches left, she stopped. She lifted her head, and stared at me with those pail blue eyes, then pulled until she was tight against the base of my cock. When she reached the bottom, her eyes started to roll back, and close. "Mmm...mmm.... that feels so good, but please don't move," she said smiling. "Hey, I'm more then happy just to stand here with you wrapped around me like this. You kind of look natural like this, maybe you should consider a career change. Long hours, low pay, but there are great benefits." "If I stay like this I'm going to get bowlegged," she said laughing, as she rotated her hips. "That would just make it easier for me to get between them." I said. I flexed my cock inside her, and her eyes popped open. She smiled, and I felt her give a quick contraction inside. I put both my hands around the backs of her thighs, and started to lift. I pulled her up about half way up my cock, and let her slide back down. The hot, slick sound of her cunt almost echoed in the shower stall. I started to get into a rhythm, and moving her higher up, and dropping her down harder. Soon, I was sliding that tight, hot cunt the entire length of my cock. Angie was giving a loud grunt at the bottom of each stroke. With her hands around my neck she pulled herself more upright, to increase to downward force of her body. The loud smack of flesh against flesh, and the jarring bounce were getting to her. I watched her small tits bounce with her movement. Her nipples stood out long and hard. All at once Angie's legs tightened, and her nails dug into my neck and shoulders. Her head snapped back, and her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her hot cunt contracted around my cock, trying to milk the cum from my balls. She was holding me tight with her legs, and it felt like she was vibrating. As she started to come down, Angie's legs started to loose their grip. It was my turn now. With Angie leaning against the wall, and my hands on her ass, I started to pump hard into that hot, slick cunt. The snap and crackle sound coming from her wet cunt while I was driving in and out of her seemed even to drown out the sound of my breathing. The pearl white cream from her made a ring around the base of my cock. All of a sudden Angie's thighs started to squeeze me again, and her cunt started to contract. This time when she started to vibrate, I was doing the same. It felt like this one was coming all the way from my toes. My knees started to shake, and I was having a hard time trying to hold Angie up. After the first two spurts, I could feel my cum running out of her, and down my balls to drip into the tub. I continued to pump into her, until I started to soften inside her. Slowly, I pulled my cock out of her, until it dropped to sag against my thigh. The only thing between Angie and hitting the floor of the tub, were my hands still clutching her ass. She had her back against the wall, head down, eyes closed. Slowly I started to drop us down, until my ass came into contact with a very cold tub rim. As I sat down, Angie's upper body came away from the wall, to splay across my thighs fully reclined, her long dark hair touching to floor of the tub. I looked down at her lying there. I noticed the spattering of freckles across her heaving chest for the first time. There was a mole just under her right tit, and a couple more scattered across her belly. I smiled when I looked at the top of her pussy. There were two moles at the top of her cleft that made it look as though a distorted face was looking back at me, below that my cum was still running out of her hot open cunt. I rubbed my hands slowly up from her thighs to her belly, and from there, up to her stiff nipples. She took a deep trembling breath, and put her hands on mine. Angie pulled my right hand up to her mouth and kissed the fingers, while looking up at me. "If you ever hear me refer to you as an old man again, you have my permission to have me committed," she said sighing. I patted her belly, "Well, now that that's settled, I still need food. Move that pretty ass of yours, so we can go,' I said as I started to help her sit up. Angie groaned as her feet touched the floor, "God, I think I'm already bowlegged." I pinched her nipple, "It's just been a long first day, and you'll feel better after you've had something to eat." I bent down and gave her a quick kiss. "Now, I'm going to get dressed, and get something to eat, are you coming?" "Jeez, don't get your panties in a knot. The restaurant isn't going anywhere, what's your hurry?" "I don't know about you, but I've only eaten once since I met you, and contrary to popular belief, a man can't live on pussy alone," I said giving her bare pussy a rub. "I'll be out in a few minutes, I have to start washing all over again," she said turning back to the spray. I got out of the shower, and dried off. After brushing my teeth, I went to find something to wear. I dug a pair of jeans out, and found a pull over shirt to throw on. I sat on the bed to get my socks and shoes on. As I was sitting there Angie came padding out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her, held high about her throat, her dark hair hanging wet behind her back. The towel only reached to just below her ass, and as she moved, the cheeks of her ass peeked out with every step. She walked over to the chair, where her cloths were, and reached for her dress. As she did, the towel rose up over her ass. I couldn't believe it, but I was getting hard seeing her like that. She was going through the pockets of her jacket as I got up. I don't think she gave any thought to how she looked, standing there bent over her cloths. When I got to her, I reached down, and slid my hand down over that soft, smooth cunt. Angie gave a loud squeak, jumped, and twirled around, grabbing my wrist. "I thought you wanted to get something to eat. We will never get out of here if you don't quit that," she said laughing and throwing my hand away. "Well, you can't blame that on me, you're the one who walked out here looking like that," I said totally serious. "Looking like what? I just got out of the shower. I don't have any make up on; my hair looks like I washed it in a mud puddle, and I had to use your tooth brush," she said looking up at me. "You know I really hadn't planned on staying, I don't have anything, not even any make-up. Where are we going? You know, this is all I have to wear," she said pointing to her dress. I took hold of her towel like it was the lapels of a coat opening it, pulling her close looking into her eyes. "You don't need make-up. What you have to wear is fine. And considering where our mouths have already been, I don't think using my toothbrush is going to make any difference to either of us, and if you don't want to get thrown down and fucked ever time I see you, you need to quit bending over in front of me like that." I bent down, pulling her up by the towel, I pressed my mouth to hers and thrust my tongue into her mouth. Angie's arms came up around my neck and pulled me harder into her mouth. The kiss lasted a long time. I think I could tell you where every filling was by the time I came up for air. I stood there breathing hard, and looking down into her glazed eyes. Quickly, before I could change my mind, I jerked the towel away, spun her around, and pushed her towards the chair. "You need to get that on before I change mind," I said going back over to the bed. She laughed and started to get dressed. "You know we don't have to go down there, we could just order it from room service." "Maybe we'll do that later. I want to show you off," I told her. "Show me off, huh, you just want to see if there are any more innocent women you can take advantage of down there," she said pulling the dress down over her head. I looked at her, with her arms over her head, back arched, nipples hard. My resolve was weakening. "Well, it can't hurt to take a look. You never know, there might be some unsuspecting woman, down there, that I can get my hands on." Angie pulled her dress down, and reached back to zip it as she came towards me. She had an evil look in her eyes. She walked right up to me, between my knees. She gave my shoulders a shove, and as I went back on the bed she jumped on top of me, straddling my waist. Angie dropped her face down right in front of mine, her long, cold, wet hair surrounding my face. "Look buddy, if you even so much as look at another woman, I'll... OH" she shrieked as I rolled us, with me ending on top of her. Her dark wet hair covered half her beautiful face. I reached up, and pulled away the hair. I dropped my right hand down to the bare thigh at my side, and slid it up to her ass. "Don't worry, I may look, but it's only you that I'll be touching. Now, let's go." Angie went over and got her jacket on, and slipped into her shoes. After a quick check in the mirror, she started for the door, with me right behind her. We road the elevator down to the lobby, and walked across the concourse to the restaurant. There was a different hostess, but this one was just as cute. I asked for one of the back booths, and she took us strait back. This booth was a little different from the one I'd had yesterday, in that it was U-shaped. I let Angie slide in, and followed behind her. The one thing that was the same was that it had a very white tablecloth that was almost floor length. The hostess put a menu in front of each of us, and asked about drinks. Angie said, "I'd like a glass of the house white wine." The girl nodded and looked at me for an order. "I'll just stick with the water, please." With another nod she was off to put in our order. After a few minutes our server came with the water, and wine. It was the same girl as yesterday, Pam. She gave me a quick smile as she placed the drinks on the table, and stood back note pad in hand. "Are you ready to order, or do you need a little more time?" Angie looked at me, "Do you know what you want?" I looked her in the eye, with a grin on my face, and gave a couple of wiggles with my eyebrows. She turned so red I almost broke out laughing. Turning back to Pam smiling I said, "I would like to try that same chicken dish please," I said folding the menu and handing it to her. She took it with a nod, and wrote it down on her pad. I looked over at Angie, who was hiding behind her menu, still red. She said, "I'll have a small Ceaser salad, please." She folded her menu, and handed it to Pam, keeping her eyes from meeting hers. Pam's eyes twinkled as she smiled at me, taking the menus and our order up to the front. When she was out of hearing Angie turned to me. "I wish you wouldn't do that," she said in a huff. "Do what?" I said trying to look innocent. Angie gave me an exasperated look. "Embarrass me like that." "Look, I wasn't trying to embarrass you. It's not my fault if you can't take a little joke. You need to lighten up. If you're going to take things so seriously, we should probably leave now, and you can go home." Angie gave me a hurt look. "I'm not kidding, life is too short to be so serious. You are probably the first woman, other then a business associate that I've been out with in years. If we can't have a little fun, why are we here?" "I'm sorry, it's just a little unsettling, to be out with someone that I hardly know. I don't know what to say or do," she said. "Okay, so let's get to know each other. What do you want to know?" I asked. "Well," she said looking down at the table, "are you married?" "No. I was once, but I guess I was the only one that thought so," I said. "How long have you and Jon been together?" A Friendly Wager Ch. 03 We've been married for almost eight years, and we dated for a little over a year before that," she replied. "Children?" I asked. Her brow creased, and she looked very uneasy, "No, no children. We tried and tried, finally I went in to see if it was me or him, and found out that I can't have children," she said with her eyes shining with unshed tears. It looked like a very tender subject, so I thought I had better drop it. Maybe she would tell me more some other time. "What do you do? Do you work?" It took her a second to snap out of the trance, but her eyes cleared a little and she turned to answer, "Yes I work, I'm an office manager for a small accounting firm downtown. I started as a receptionist four years ago, and just was promoted about two months ago. It's not a high intensity job, but the pay is good, the people are great, and the benefits are really good. What do you do? I assume you do a lot of traveling." "The company I work for buys smaller ones that have been hit with hard times. There has to be some potential in order for us to consider it. We go in and put money into upgrading, find out where they were having trouble, maybe make some personnel changes, and get them moving forward again. We usually like to keep as many of the previous employees as possible. They know the job, and in most cases, care about the company. Yea it involves some traveling, but I'm one of the only single guys at the office, so it's a little easier for me. No wife and kids to piss off, or neglect." "It must get lonely, being in a different place all the time. What about family, any brothers, sisters, moms, dads, uncles, aunts, cousins?" she asked. "My father died before I turned one, some kind of heart failure. Mom's in her eighties, still living in our old hometown, two brothers, two sisters and assorted nieces and nephews, we don't stay in close contact. Once a year we find some way to all meet up at moms, then look out the party is on. Believe me when I tell you, I'm the only one in my family that doesn't drink. Hell, I'm surprised the cops don't end up there more often. But then, that doesn't really matter because the sheriff is one of my cousins, and the cop usually ends up staying for a drink," I laughed. Angie laughed, "It must be nice to have a big family, both Jon and I are only children. His mother and father are still alive, but my parents both died years ago. They had me when mom was in her forties. They had been trying for years and had given up hope, and then one day mom just got pregnant. Dad was in his fifties. He died of cancer when he was seventy-two, mom died two years later. They said it was heart failure, but I think she just missed him too much." As she was finishing what she was saying, Pam showed up with our meal. She sat the dishes down in front of us, and stood back, "Is there anything else I can get you?" Dropping my napkin into my lap, "No I think we've got every thing we need, for now. Thanks, we'll let you know if we need anything." The talking kind of fell off, as we were both really hungry. It had been a long time since I had had a meal with someone that wasn't work or family related. I forgot how much I missed having someone to talk to. We talked about our lives and pasts. High school, college, work, it was like we were old friends catching up. It seemed almost natural when she reached over and started eating off my plate. "Why do women always do that?" I asked shaking my head. "What?" she asked around a mouthful of my chicken. "You order a salad or something, and then eat off the guys plate." "You should be thankful that we do. See, this way you are only paying for salad. Whereas if I wanted both you would have to pay for a salad, and a meal. It's much more economical. Besides what if I didn't like what I ordered. This way I get to try different things. Plus it keeps me from looking like a pig, eating entire meal, rather then just a salad," she said smiling. "Well I suppose there is some logic there somewhere, but I'm not going to try and figure out where." We finished our meal, and talked for a while. I asked if she felt like walking a little and she agreed. I paid the bill, and we set out to walk around the general area of the hotel. I had a really good expense account, so I stayed in nice places. They usually have all the amenities, pool, spa, weight room, hot tub. And these places are almost always downtown. So there are plenty of windows to look in, as we walked. As we were passing a small clothing store, I took Angie by the arm and pulled her in after me. I had spotted some women's swimsuits, and thought it would be nice to have some company in the hot tub for a change. "What do we need in here?" she asked as I led her back to the swimwear section. "My hotel has a hot tub, it would be nice to have some company, and you're elected," I said. "But I have a suit at home," she said. "But you're not at home, are you? Besides you probably don't have what I'm looking for." "And what are you looking for?" she asked nervously. "You'll see, come on lets have a look," I said as we reached the racks. With Angie's coloring, I was thinking of something in yellow or white. And of course I was also thinking, SMALL. Angie started going through a rack, while I went over to another one. At least she was looking at two piecers. Around the back I found the stuff I was looking for. I started going through hanger after hanger. I came across three that I wanted her to try on. I took them back to a changing room, and hung them on a hook. I went back and found Angie with a few in her hand also. "Okay, that's enough for now, let's see how they look on you," I said herding her toward the stall I had set up. When she got there she saw what was already hanging there. She looked back and forth between the suits and me, with her mouth open. I gently pushed her in as I took the suits that she had in her hands, and put them on a rack outside the stall. "My God, I can't wear that," she said pointing at the ones I had put there. "I'm not some teenager you know, I can't go out in that." "You are not going OUT, anywhere. You are going IN a hot tub, with me. You know you're forgetting what I heard. I know you're a thirty-three year old woman. I don't know why your age has anything to do with it, but if your trying to tell me you don't have the body for it, you are going to loose that argument. Now just try them on, who knows, maybe you'll like one of them. I know I will." "Huh, ya, I bet you will," she said looking at me shaking her head. "Okay, get out, if I'm going to do this, I need to have some privacy. Go on, you'll have to wait until I get into it to see," she said with her hand on my chest, pushing me back out of the stall. She closed the curtain. I heard her rustling around, and then it got quiet. I stood just outside the curtain waiting, when I started to hear her talking to herself. "My God, I can't wear this. A nineteen year old couldn't wear this. Jesus, it's a good thing I'm shaved, if I had a single hair, it would be sticking out." There was a pause, and then she started in again. "Well, this is the first time I'm glad I don't have any boobs, they would be falling out of this thing. God, there isn't enough material here, to make a good eye patch." I was fighting hard not to bust out laughing, at her monolog. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I cleared my throat rather loudly, and said, "If you're quite through, I believe I was supposed to get to see it." The curtains snapped open a couple of inches, and her head popped out, she had a sour look on her face. "Eavesdropping again... . You know there's not much of IT to see." "Why do you think I picked it? Now open up let's have a look," I said "No, I'm not coming out there, you come in here," She said pulling her head back in. I decided to give in a little, and slipped in. "Wow, do I have good taste in cloths or what?" I said seeing her. The suit, or as she said what there was of it, was yellow. It was a thong type, maybe a little smaller. What I had been looking for was the top. I wanted something small. In just this short time I could tell that Angie was very self-conscious, about the size of her tits. I wanted to try and get her over that. Well, it was small all right, it covered her nipples, but that was about all. The bottom looked fantastic. She had it pulled high on her hips, but it dove down her round belly, where a triangle about four inches wide ran down between her thighs. Twirling my finger, I indicated I wanted her to give me the full view. She was red, all the way down her chest. She turned around, and I knew whatever else happened, we were leaving with that suit. That yellow material framed her ass so beautifully. She kept turning until she faced me again. I didn't think it was possible but she was turning even a darker red, and she wouldn't look up at me. "What's wrong?" I asked her Whispering, she looked at me through her lashes, "We are going to have to take it now." "Why?" "I can't put it back the way it is now," she said "Why not, what's wrong with it," I said looking at her nipples trying to tear their way trough that material. She continued to look down, not answering. "What are you talking about?" I asked, even though I was pretty sure, I knew what she was talking about. But I wanted to hear her say it. Without saying anything, Angie stepped closer, and reached for my hand. She turned the palm towards her, and pulled it to her, pressing it against the front of that tiny suit. Sliding my fingertips over the front and down between her hot thighs, I found the reason she was blushing. She was soaked. My fingers came away from her coated in her hot oils. She watched me as I raised one to my mouth, and sucked it. When I had the taste in my mouth, I took the other and slid it in her mouth. "I guess you're right, we'll have to take it," I said watching as she started to suck on my finger. "Keep it on, and put your dress on over it," I said pulling my finger from her mouth, and taking the matching white suit. "I'm going up front to settle the bill." I was standing just in front of the shop, as Angie came out. We didn't say anything, just started back toward the hotel. As we came up to a drug store, Angie said, "You wait here, I'll be right back." "What are you doing?" I said watching her walk toward the doors. "I need a few things, it'll just take a minute, and I'll be right out," she said turning and going in. I stood out there waiting, after about fifteen minutes she came out with a large bag. "Damn, if this is your idea of a few things, I don't want to see how you pack for a trip. How much stuff do you need?" I asked. "It's just a few things. Don't worry I'm not moving in, but you don't mind if I have a toothbrush, and some make-up do you?" she said as she started for the hotel, leaving me in her wake. I caught up with her in a few steps, and took her arm stopping her. "You know, I was just kidding, what's bothering you?" I asked. "Nothing is bothering me. Can we just get back to the room?" she said pulling her arm away, and starting for the hotel again. I caught up with her again, and took the bag she was carrying. I put the bag with the other swimsuit, in the larger bag, and walked with her through the front entrance. As she was leading the way to the elevator, I caught her arm, and pulled her after me to the back of the lobby. Once there, I headed to the door with the spa sign on it, pushed it open, and pulled her in after me. "What are you doing? Can't we just go back to the room? Do we really have to come here now?" she asked looking confused and a little angry. I led her over to the hot tub room, and pulled her through the door behind me. Seeing that the room was empty, I dropped the bag on the floor, and locked the door. There were a few signs in a hanging box behind the door. I went through them and pulled the "Closed for Repairs" sign in the window. That done I turned back to face her. "I don't know what happened back there, but this is the reason that I wanted you to get that suit in the first place, remember?" I said leaning back against the closed door. Her eyes turned to ice, "Fine," she said turning and stopping off toward the tub, "let's get this over with, so we can get back to the room." She started taking off her jacket, and reach for the back of her dress. "Wait a second," I said reaching down, and picking up the bag. "Do you have your car keys?" With a confused look, she stopped what she was doing, and picked up her jacket. She checked the pockets and her hand came out holding her keys. "Yes there right here, why?" Turning to the door, I said, "Use them, and go home, I don't need this attitude." Not wanting to stop and give her the chance to try to stop me, not knowing that she wanted to anyway, I grabbed the door to the stairwell, and started taking them two at a time. I opened the door, grabbed the do not disturb sign, and put it on the outside of the door. I walked in, dropped the bag, and stocked over to the bed. I dropped down on it, and grabbed the remote. Turning it on to the news channel, I sat and stewed about what had just happened. About ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. "It's me, let me in," she said through the door. "No. Go home to your husband. If you want to come back tomorrow, without the attitude, you know where to find me," I said from the bed. "I don't want to go home," she said. "You should have thought about that before you started the little performance down there. Just leave. Go home. Think things over. Like I said, if you want to come back tomorrow with out the attitude, I'll be here. I really don't want to see you right now. Go home Angie." I heard her give an angry sound and stomp off down the hall. The next move was up to her. But if she came back this time, it was going to be her decision, and not because I told her to. If she came back, she wouldn't be able to say to herself that she was there because someone else had made her do it. This time it was all on her shoulders. THE END OF CHAPTER THREE Thank you for all the great comments and votes. I hope you continue to enjoy this story. A Friendly Wager Ch. 04 This is a work of fiction, intended for adults only. Having gotten a little more sleep, I woke up Sunday morning at my usual six-thirty. I lay there for a minute, thinking about the last two days. Angie was quite the puzzle. She is as sexually alive as anyone I’ve ever been with, and then almost in the next minute, she turns into little Miss Priss again. I didn’t know if she would come back today, but if she did, I decide we would have to get a few things straight. That settled I got up. A few years ago my cholesterol had gotten pretty high, so I was forced to start working out to get it down. It kind of turned into a habit, but I guess there are worse ones. I don’t work hard enough to get rid of everything forty years has done to me, but there’s no shed over my tool, maybe just a lean-to. All in all, other then bad knees, I’m in pretty good shape. I climbed into some sweats, and taking my gym bag, went to the stairwell, and headed down for the weight room. Once there, I put on my headphones, and started the treadmill up, getting a good pace going listening to the Eagles “The Long Run”. What the hell was I going to do about Angie? Why did I feel the need to do anything about her? I suppose the easiest thing to do would be just to send her back to her husband, and get it over with. I really think it was the control thing that was the issue. When we were together, she seemed to naturally follow wherever I wanted to take her. Give her a few minutes alone, and she started doubting herself, as to what she wanted. Fuck it; you know this is why I haven’t been involved with anyone in so long. I’ve only known her for two days, and it’s already getting to me. Why am I trying to figure this woman out? Jesus, SHE doesn’t even know what she wants, and I think I’m going to figure it out for her in two weeks. To her this was all a little game, for her and Jon to play in the bedroom with the lights off. Then I come along at the right time, or maybe it was the wrong time, when they or he, wanted to see how far things could be pushed. Well, I’m glad it was me that had gotten to have her anyway. It had been one hot two days that’s for sure, I thought as I climbed off the treadmill. I went over to my bag, dropping off the CD player, and grabbed my practice gloves, and went over to the heavy bag in the corner. As I started to put some jabs into the bag, my thoughts turned to the way she looked and moved. The little things you notice when you meet someone new. The way that dark hair moved when she walked. The expressions on her face, when she was cumming, the way her body looked covered in sweat. I suppose there weren’t a lot of memories, but the ones there were, were pretty nice. My eye stinging brought me out of the trance I had been in. I was covered in sweat, and blowing pretty hard. It’s amazing what a little sexual excitement does for the adrenaline flow. I felt like I’d just gone ten rounds. Deciding I’d had enough fun for one day I grabbed my gear and headed for my room, taking the elevator this time. I went in and rinsed off quick, slipped into my trunks and sweats, grabbed a towel and headed back down for a long soak in the hot tub. Going into the tub room, I shed my sweats, adjusted the temp as high as I could, and cranked up the jets. It wasn’t a huge tub but it would fit four people nicely. I lay back in one of the recliner like spots that have jets in all the right places, and closed my eyes. I must have dozed off. My eyes popped open, and I listened. I didn’t hear anything, and I didn’t bother to get up; I just closed my eyes again thinking I should probably get up soon. All of a sudden I felt a pair of hands on my throat. I guess it was just reflexes, but I grabbed the hands by the wrists and pulled hard. With all the water slashing around, my eyes were blurred, and I couldn’t see a thing. When they cleared I saw Angie come up sputtering and gasping for breath, her dark, wet hair plastered to her face. “Jesus Christ woman, what the hell were you trying to do, give my a heart, or get yourself killed? Shit Angie.” She was scrubbing the hair from her face, and pushing it behind her shoulders. “I was trying to surprise you,” she said coughing. “Well you sure as hell did that. What do you think would have happened if you’d landed up against that wall you’re leaning against? You can’t just sneak up on someone like that,” I said, more then a little angry. She could have been hurt badly. The tears started falling. “I just wanted to surprise you,” she blubbered. It was almost comical, seeing her there. She was up to her neck in water, with her hair either plastered to her face, or floating around her shoulders, her nose running and tears falling. “Well, I think we’ve established that that might not be such a great idea in the future,” I said leaning back against the wall furthest from her. Angie splashed water on her face, moved forward and dunked her head under. She came up face first, effectively putting all that long, dark hair behind her shoulders, and sat back against the wall. Just then the timer ran out, and the jets shut down. The room filled with silence, as we sat and looked at one another. I was the first one to give in, and started talking. “I really didn’t expect you to come back. Why did you?” Angie was looking anywhere but at me. “When I left, last night, I had no intentions of ever seeing you again. I was so mad. I went home, and Jon wasn’t there. I sat there in the dark fuming for over an hour before he came home. I was mad as hell at you, and I took it out on him. I grilled him like a cop; about where he’d been, whom he’d been with, what he thought he was doing going out until after one in the morning. I laid into him for over half an hour. When I was done I stormed up to our room, and locked the door, making him sleep down on the couch.’ “After I calmed down, I realized what I’d done. I changed for bed, and lay there in the dark thinking. Then it hit me, I had just treated my grown husband like a child, and he had let me do it. Here I am, gone out to be with a man I’d only known for a day, leaving him for an entire weekend, and then I yell at him for staying out late. He stood there looking like a kid that had been caught out after curfew. Jesus, I had treated him like a kid that I had caught out after curfew, and he just stood there and looked like he was going to cry.’ “Then, I thought about you and I. You haven’t really given me any choices since we met. My God, I let you take me in a public bar the first night I met you. You told me what you wanted me to do, when you wanted to see me again, what to wear, how to do my hair, and I did it. I went home that night, and told Jon what had happened. I had him bath me, and shave me for you, and the whole time I’m telling him what you did to me, and what he can expect for the next two weeks. I told him how I had never felt the things I had with you. He was so encouraging and caring, it was like I was talking to a best friend, after a hot date.’ “I lay there in bed thinking for a long time. Somewhere around five in the morning, I got out of bed, showered dressed, threw a few things in a bag, and left. When I went downstairs, there was Jon sleeping peacefully on the couch. I looked at him, and thought about waking him to tell him that I was leaving, but just ended up leaving.’ “On the way over, I kept trying to figure out what I was going to say to you. When I got here, and went up to your room, there was no one there. I kind of panicked; I had no idea what to do. I went down to the lobby, and asked if you had checked out. They said you hadn’t. One of the valets said he had seen someone in the weight room earlier. I went there, and you weren’t there. Then I thought about the hot tub. When I looked through the window and saw you there asleep… well, you know the rest. I hadn’t really planned on being half drowned, I was just trying to surprise you.” I sat there looking at her. I watched drops of water running from her hair, down her face. She was starting to look a little nervous, probably waiting to see what I had to say. Well, for right now I didn’t have anything to say. I was waiting to see how far she would go. I had a good idea of why she was here, but I really wanted to hear her say it. I wanted her, to hear herself say it. I sat there thinking to myself that this was going to get complicated. Do you really want to get into this? I asked myself. Do you want a relationship with this woman? The way this was going, that is what was going to happen. Even with the little time I’d spent with Angie, I could tell she was starting to take this more seriously then she had the day before. She sounded more serious. It sounded as though she had done a lot of thinking last night. I was wondering what she was thinking now. “The other night in the bar when we met, like I said, I already knew why you were there. I knew that this was just a game for you and your husband to play, to spice things up. I thought it would be nice to have someone here to be with, for my extended stay. When I heard you two talking, I thought that I had found what I was looking for. I’m not sure when, and I’m not sure why, but this is starting to get complicated. That coupled with your guilt, every time we’re apart for five minutes, I just don’t think we need to subject ourselves to all the pain this is obviously starting to cause you. Maybe it would be in all our best interests, to just end things here and now. You can go home to your husband, and get on with your lives. You can look back on this as a learning experience.” I paused, and was just looking at her. Her brow was wrinkled, like she was worried, and those pail eyes were staring back at me. Then, when she didn’t say anything, I continued. “I was married once a long time ago, and I was hurt pretty bad by the way things turned out. I haven’t really trusted anyone since. Well not many women anyway. Since then almost all the female contact that I’ve had, that wasn’t work related, has been with pros. I have gone out of my way to not get involved with anyone. I know what a bastard I can be, and that’s what I’ve been to you. You were just out for a little fun, and excitement, and I’ve been treating you like one of the hookers that I use and walk away from.’ “I didn’t get into this to break up any marriages. I don’t want to hurt you or anyone else. I thought we could have a good time for the time that I’ll be here, but for some reason it is starting to get away from me. You and Jon have a life together, and I don’t want to be the cause for any pain between you two. I’ve been trying to make you into something that you obviously are not. Regardless of the things you said, I don’t think you are ready, or really want to give up control of your life to someone that will only be in your life for a short time.” She wasn’t openly crying, but I could see tears running down her cheeks. “So you’ve had a couple of days of fun, and now you want to just send me packing, is that what you’re saying?” “I think it might be for the best,” I said. “Who’s best, yours? So you were hurt by someone a long time ago, and now you’re going to take it out on the rest of the women on the planet? You say you don’t want to get involved, and it’s getting complicated, well welcome to the real world. Life is complicated. Maybe not when you bury yourself in your work, and cut yourself off from any kind of emotional commitment, but for the rest of us it’s there.’ “I told you I did a lot of thinking last night. I hadn’t realized what my life had become. I may not have given birth to any children, but I found out that I do live with one. I don’t know who’s to blame for that, maybe no one, but I want to change things, even if it is for a short time. I don’t know what will happen to my marriage in the future, but what ever it is, it is not something for you to worry about. This is something that Jon has been begging me for, for a long time. He set this up to happen. He even encouraged it. You said it yourself, he wanted this more then I did.’ “I’m not looking for any long term commitment. I want to be with you while you’re here, and then you can go on your merry way. But if you think this is just too much for you to handle, I guess maybe I should just go home to Jon.” I was starting to get a little pissed. I suppose I didn’t like hearing how well she had read me. “Maybe I don’t know what I want, but do think you know what you want? When I told you I wasn’t Jon, I meant it. You may just be getting in over your head. If you plan on sticking around, there will be a few changes.’ “This guilt thing you do, is starting to get on my last nerve. I have very few patients to begin with, and the ones I had for you are just about gone. The next time you give me that attitude, one of us is going to regret it. There are things I want to do with, and to you that may make you wish you had never met me, but if you want to stay, you are going to have to realize it was your decision to do it. If that attitude pops up, I’m just going to shove your beautiful ass out the door. I hope I am making it clear to you.” “Now before we get too carried away, do you have any questions?” I asked. She didn’t say anything for a minute. She just sat there staring at me with those pail blue eyes. Then the corners of her mouth gave a small twitch, and she slowly started to close the gap between us. She pushed my knees apart, and reached for my neck. She pulled herself in close, her pail eyes darting back and forth between mine. I didn’t do anything. I just sat there with my arms at my sides. She smiled and said, “I only have one question,” she said rubbing her little tits into my chest, “do you really think I have a nice ass? I always thought it was too big.” I grabbed that beautiful ass with both hands, “Ya, well you also think your tits are too small.” Angie brought her mouth to mine, and we started a long slow kiss. Her mouth tasted like mouthwash, and her tongue was like a live thing wriggling in my mouth. We finally came up for air, and we were both breathing heavily. “I’ve been in this tub for half an hour, I need to get out before I melt. Come on, let’s go up to the room,” I said pushing her back. “Okay, but you were the one who said you wanted company in the tub,” she said standing up on the seat to get out. When she stood, I saw that she had worn the suit we had bought for her the day before. It looked even better when it was wet. I stood and went over to where she was still standing knee deep in the tub. I looked at the top, and saw that her nipples were so hard, that they were pushing the material out enough to show the sides of her areola. I took the bands of the leg openings, and pulled them higher on her hips. That pulled the triangle of material between her legs up tight against her pussy. I reached to that front covering and pulled it up even more, until it started to wedge in her cleft. I looked up at her while I was reaching around her. With a smile on my face, I took hold of the band of material, at the small of her back. I tugged it higher, pulling it further up between her cheeks. Taking a hold of her hips I turned her away from me, so that she had to look at me over her shoulder. Her ass looked fantastic, outlined by that yellow material. She was going to have to do some tanning, before it looked like she wore the suit all the time, but she looked pretty fucking good as it was. “You really do like my ass, don’t you?” she said kind of breathlessly. “So what’s not to like? You have one of the finest asses I’ve ever seen. Full, round, and firm,” I said as I took a hold of both cheeks. I leaned forward and planted a kiss on the inside of each cheek, right next to the band of material separating them. Goose bumps appeared on her thighs, and back. With my cock trying to fight it’s way out of my trunks I said, “We need to get up to the room, now.” Giggling, she stepped out of the tub, and went over by the door, where she had left her things when she entered. I watched as she bent over to retrieve the coat she had worn here. That was the last straw. While she was still bent over, I walked up behind her, and grabbed her hips. She gasped and straitened up. “I warned you about bending over in front of me with that ass uncovered. Now you’re going to find out how serious I was.” “Oh God. Please wait until we get up to the room,” she gasped. “Okay, I’ll wait, but you’re still going to have to pay for doing that to me,” I told her. “What do you mean?” she asked. I took her coat and her bag, I went over and slipped into my sweats, and started for the door. Angie stood there watching every move I made. She got a very worried look on her face, when she saw I wasn’t stopping to give her things back. “You can’t be serious. You’re not taking my things with you are you? I can’t go out there like this it was starting to get busy when I first came in here. The whole place is full by now. Please don’t take my things,” she pleaded. I just pushed the door open and held it for her. “Are you coming? If you come along now you can at least hide behind me, but if you wait, I’ll let you make your way up by yourself.” “Please, you can’t want me to go out there lie this? What if some one I know is out there? How would I explain this? What will people think? PLEASE!” “Look, I really don’t care what these people think. I don’t think there will be too many people asking for explanations, not after they see your ass anyway. I mean who would question me having a gorgeous woman walking in front of me half naked? Now are you coming?” I asked opening the door again. “I am more then half naked. This,” she was indicating her suit, “barely covers anything.” She looked down at herself, “Jesus, it doesn’t even cover my nipples.” “Well it would cover your nipples, if they weren’t so hard. Look at them, you know, you could put an eye out if you’re not careful. Now are you coming? This is your last chance, cause if not, you’re walking out by yourself,” I said starting out the door. “WAIT,” she shouted in an effort to get in front of me. Her voice dropped to a whisper, “I can’t believe you’re making me do this. My knees are shaking so hard, I’m going to fall on my face.” We started through the lobby towards the elevators. Angie was holding so close to me, she had to step when I did. The lobby was actually pretty empty, a couple of guys on the phones, A couple in their fifties at the front desk, a couple of staff doing the odd job, and the two people behind the front desk. The lady behind the counter was helping the couple that was getting checked in. The guy, behind the counter, was the first to take notice of Angie. His eyes got as big as saucers, and his mouth fell open. He didn’t look away though. As we neared the counter, the lady stopped in mid-sentence as she was talking to the couple. The couple turned to see what she was gawking at. The lady gasped, and covered her mouth, her husband, though looking a little shocked, had a smile on his face. I looked down at Angie, she was so red, that I’m surprised, there was any blood left for the rest of her body. She quickened her step, not caring weather I was keeping up or not. She made a beeline for the elevators, and stood repeatedly pushing the up button. The bell announced that the car had arrived, and as soon as the doors were six inches apart, she was inside hitting the floor button. I stepped in and waited for the doors to close. When they had I pulled Angie over to me by her shoulders, away from the wall she was pressed against. “Well, it looks like you survived it,” I said holding her against me. Pushing at me with her hands, “I can’t believe you did that to me,” she said trying to get away from me. “Why did you make me walk through there like that?” A Friendly Wager Ch. 04 “I did it because you said that I couldn’t fuck you in the hot tub. I didn’t want to loose my inspiration on the way up to the room.” Ya right, that was going to happen. She was still squirming, trying to get away from me, when by surprise, I spun her around, trapping her to me, against my chest. Holding her with one arm, I dropped my hand down to her belly, and slid it into her bikini bottoms. She was soaked. I rubbed her very hard clit with my fingertips. “You little slut. Here you are trying to make like you’re all angry, and the whole time there you are creaming in your panties,” I said with a smile. She stopped her squirming, and started blushing again. “I am not a slut,” she whined. “Yes you are, you’re my slut, and you love it.” With my left hand I popped her nipples out of her top, and started to pull and twist them. The bell sounded, and the car came to a halt, a second later the doors started to open. When the door opened, my hands were still busy with different parts of Angie’s body. She didn’t even flinch. I couldn’t see, but I think she probably had her eyes closed. Pulling my soaked hand out of her bottoms, I took her by the waist, and steered her towards my door. She had to kind of trot to keep up with my hands pushing her. I looked down, and saw that she hadn’t even bothered t cover her nipples again. We reached the door, and Angie reached out, trying to turn the knob. I turned to my bag. I opened up a side pocket, and fished out the keycard. Slipping it in the slot, we both heard the lock open. Angie turned the knob again, opening the door, and I pushed her through it. I heard the door shut behind us as I was steering her to the bed. When we got there, I gave her a shove, and she went to her hands and knees on the mattress. I took a second to jump out of my sweats, and started after her. I grabbed the material of her bottoms, bunching it in one hand, getting ready to tear it from her. “No,” she yelped. “Please don’t rip them, I’ll take them off.” She scrambled to her knees, grabbing the waistband, and starting to work them over her hips. Once she got them past her hips, she dropped her side and pushed them down, turning to her back as she slipped them off her feet. Once they were gone she looked up at me. I was standing there; fists clenched, glaring down at her, breathing deeply. With a whimper she parted her knees, opening them while pulling up towards her chest. I knelt on the bed, taking her legs in my hands by the shins, forcing them open wider. Looking her in the eye I told her, “Take my cock, and put it in your cunt,” I whispered. Groaning, in the back of her throat, she levered herself up onto her left elbow, and reached for my cock with her right hand. She took it in her small hand, and started to push it down to her hot, open cunt. I didn’t wait for it to get there, and started pushing. Angie gasped as my hard cock road over her exposed clit. I kept sliding my cock back and forth over her hard clit, hearing the slick sound it made moving over her wet flesh. Finally, I couldn’t take it any more, and I pulled back far enough for her to center me in front of her opening. I started forcing the head into her open cunt. Once the head was in I stopped, and Angie’s head snapped up looking to see why. As soon as we made eye contact, I started pushing again. Angie’s eyes closed, and she dropped her upper body back down to the bed putting her hands on her belly, and groaning as I continued pushing into her. This time there was no stopping; I kept a slow pressure, pushing until I bottomed out in her. I felt her have her first small orgasm, when I hit bottom. “Oh my God, I’ll never get used to having you so deep inside me,” she said moving her hips slightly. I looked down on her not moving, waiting for her to recover a little. “Well you’re going to get all the practice you want, maybe even more then you want, if you keep walking around in that little bikini.” She reached behind her neck and tugged the string holding her top in place. “I have to admit, when you bought it for me I wasn’t too thrilled about it, but I can see it’s going to have it’s uses,” she said arching her back, to undo the other tie. While her back was arched, I slid my hand from the bottom of her belly, up to her tits. I slid my fingertips over her right nipple, feeling it bend over. As I started to pull on it, I started to slide my cock out slowly. I pulled back until the head popped out, and reversed my direction, going in all the way to the bottom again. After that, I started to just pump myself in and out of her slowly. She lay back, and met my strokes as well as she could, with me still holding one knee out wide. The squishing sound of her hot cunt, and the little whimpers she made, when I bottomed were almost the only sounds I could hear. Looking down at her with that dark hair spread out around her head, her mouth open, and those pail eyes glazed and half shut, my strokes didn’t stay slow for long. I let go of the shin I had in my hand, and grabbed the backs of both her thighs, bending Angie in half. I started to take long hard strokes, building up speed. I felt her cunt start to spasm around my cock. Angie’s head arched back, and she took a hold of both of my forearms. With her eyes closed, and her mouth open her upper body started to shake, and broke out in goose bumps. I started grunting and firing my load in her, taking short strokes, tingles running up and down my spine. As I started to come down, I felt Angie pulling at my forearms. Looking down, I put my hands down on the bed, by her shoulders. Angie tried to wrap her legs around me, but instead I pushed her right leg down to the bed, and rolled to my left. I ended up on my back, with Angie lying on top of me, and me getting soft, but still inside her. With her lips against my chest Angie said, “You know you can do that to me as often as you want.” “I knew I had you pegged, when I called you my slut,” I said sliding my hands up and down her slick back. “Your slut huh, I guess I can live with that,” she said kissing my chest, and nipping at my nipples. “Well,” she said with a chuckle, as my soft cock slipped out of her, “your slut needs a shower.” She swung her leg over, and jumped off the bed. I watched that beautiful ass swing as she walked away. Angie looked over her shoulder as she reached the door, “You really do like my ass don’t you?” “Yes, what, you think I’d lie about a thing like that?” I asked with a smile. Along with the smell of sex, I could smell the chlorine from the tub. A shower sounded like a good idea. Of course the beautiful naked woman, already in there, never crossed my mind. I went in, and climbed in the shower with her. After a little cleaning, and a lot of groping, we got out and dried each other off. “What did you bring for cloths?” I asked as we walked into the main room. “I wore the coat over my bikini,” she said. I reached down and picked up the two pieces of the suit, from the floor by the bed. I walked over near the bathroom, and tossed the damp suit in on the floor. “Hey, don’t do that,” Angie said pushing her way past me. “You need to rinse it out, and hang it up so it will dry.” “You know, earlier you begged me not to rip it off you, and now you’re worried that what, it’ll get wrinkled. Don’t get me wrong, but weren’t you the one that pleaded with me not to make you wear it?” Looking down as she tried to walk past me. I grabbed her naked body, and pulled her to me. I took a handful of that dark, wet hair and pulled her head back. “You’re getting pretty protective of a little scrap of cloth that barely covers you.” She turned red all the way down to her little tits. “I know, but it kind of means something to me now.” I let go of her hair, and reached down to her ass. I grabbed her ass in both hands and slid her up my body, until we were face to face. She still wouldn’t look at me, but she had to work at it harder. I gave a little tug on her ass, to get her to look at me. Keeping her head down, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. “When I first put it on, was the first time I felt like . . . what you call me,” she said muffled against my neck. “What are you saying?” I asked. “What do you mean, you feel like what I call you?” She clung to me tighter, and pressed her lips to my ear, “It made me feel like your slut,” she whispered. I turned around and dropped to my knees on the bed, and lowered us down, with me on top of her. Once on top of her, I ground my hips into her open crotch. With her lips still against my ear, Angie growled back deep in her throat, and she squeezed me hard with her thighs. “You are my hot little slut,” I said against her neck. I bit gently and sucked hard, marking her neck just below the ear. “I know what I am now, but it’s the first time I’ve ever felt like this. I never knew I could be such a slut. I am hot. I never was before, but now I’m wet all the time,” she said in a whisper. “Jesus, don’t make it sound like a bad thing,” I said rolling to one side. I didn’t roll all the way, just enough so that I had a hand free to feel her with. With that one hand, I reached down to her inner thigh. I slid my hand further down, and right onto her hot open cunt. Her one leg was trapped under me, and she opened the other, as my hand moved between her thighs. Without wasting any time I slid a single finger into her. I pulled that finger out, covered in her hot oils, and slid a different one in. When it was well covered, I joined it with the one that was already wet, and started pumping my two fingers in and out of her. I scooted myself down, and took one of those long, hard nipples into my mouth. Sucking hard, and opening my mouth wide, I took her whole tit into my mouth, and raked it with my teeth gently back out to the nipple. Angie’s back arched trying to keep my mouth on her, and her hips rolled pushing against my fingers. I added a finger, and started to twist them slowly inside her. There was a constant groaning sound coming from her throat. I moved over to her other tit, and started to treat it the same way. I kept my fingers twisting in her tight cunt, and she just spread herself out wider to give me room. I took advantage of the added space, and moved down to her heaving belly. I pulled my fingers out of her, and Angie lurched up with a growl, and tried to grab my arm back. I reached up with my wet hand, and pushed her back down. I pulled my hand back down between her legs, and started to squeeze her inner thighs, and running my hand down the inside of her leg all the way to her ankle. I slid it back up over her knee, and up to her now hot and open cunt, and slid my fingers back in slowly. I added my pinky, and started twisting all four back in. They made a slick squishing sound as they forced her open. I put my other arm over the thigh that was under me, and levered myself down so that my face was over her cunt, and watched as my hand moved in and out of her. I dropped my mouth down to the inside of her thigh, right next to her swollen outer lip, and bit her lightly, sucking hard and leaving a hickey there. I moved my mouth over to the other side and did the same, then to the top of her cleft, and put my mouth over the top of her swollen clit and sucked hard. Angie’s body went rigid, her back arched, and she came all over me. I couldn’t believe it, it just gushed out of her. Her whole body was shaking, and I kept sucking on her clit, and twisting my hand inside her. All of a sudden it stopped. Angie’s leg just went limp, her back dropped down on the bed and she quit moving. It scared me for a minute, but I saw that she was still breathing. I pulled my hand from inside her, where I had had it in up to the third knuckle. It squelched as it came free, and was covered to the wrist in the juices that had poured out of her. I took the time to rub it all over her belly and inner thighs, covering her in her own juices. I got up, and went into the bathroom. After washing up a little, I wet a washcloth with cold water, and took it out to the bed. Angie was still out. She was lying on the bed, her legs splayed out wide, and her arms up over her head. I lay down between her splayed legs, and put the cool cloth on her forehead. Her head started to move side to side slowly, her mouth closed, and she moaned. “Jesus, what did you do to me?” she asked, as she reached up for the wet cloth. I laughed and said, “I didn’t do anything, but you did. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone cum so hard before. You soaked my whole arm.” “All I remember is, you had what felt like your whole arm inside me, then you put your mouth on me and it got so intense that I must have passed out.” “Well the passing out part is true enough, you scared me there for a minute. I guess you kind of liked what I was doing to you.” “Ya think?” She asked chuckling. “I thought the top of my head was going to blow off.” I looked into her eyes, and smiled, “We’ll try that later. How do you feel?” Her face broke into a huge grin, “Mmmmm,” she said putting her arms around my neck, “I feel great, but I’m going to really get bowlegged with you around,” she said as he planted her feet and rolled her hips pushing her against me. “Mmmm, it feels like someone is glad to see me.” “Before I take care of that, I need to go down to the lobby. There’s something I need to pick up,” I told her. “What? Can I come?” she asked. “I think we just saw that if anyone can cum, it’s you, but no it’ll only take a minute, and I’ll be right back,” I said pushing myself to my feet, uncovering her. Groaning, Angie closed her legs. “Fine, you go. I’m going to run a very hot bath. God, I feel like you did have you whole arm in me.” I reached down to help her to her feet. “I thought about it for a minute, but we have to leave something new to do next time,” I said pushing her toward the bathroom. Angie went into the bathroom, and I heard the water start. I went over and dressed in a pair of jeans an old sweatshirt. I grabbed my wallet and the keycard, and took the elevator down. It wasn’t until I was alone in the car that I found that I should have washed up better. Pulling out my sweatshirt, and inhaling inside all I could smell was Angie’s cunt. My cock got hard all over again. Shrugging, I thought, “Oh well, I guess they’ll know what I’ve been doing.” When I got to the lobby, I looked around for the shop I wanted, and made for it. There was a small women’s clothing store, and I had seen something that I wanted for Angie. I went in, and walked over to the area where the underwear was displayed. I found a pair of small, black thong panties that would look really good on Angie. Next I went over to the Miss’s display area. I found a dress made of stretchy material, with spaghetti straps. With the heels that she had worn here, she was going to look hot as hell in this outfit. After finishing at the counter, I took my bag, and walked out into the lobby again. I spied a sign, advertising the place as a full service spa. I went over to the place and looked inside. I read the sign on the wall, as to their services. Seeing that they did everything I was looking for, I went in, and made an appointment for the next afternoon. As I reached down for the bag I had set there, and got another whiff of Angie. Well, enough shopping for me. Holding the bag in front of me, I made my way threw the now crowded lobby, toward the elevator. As I got there the doors were opening, with the people spilling out. There was a small group waiting, that I followed onto the car. Back to the wall, I stood next to the button panel. I pushed the number for my floor, and a couple others that were requested. We stopped at the next floor, and a man and his wife got on. She reached past me to push the button. As she did, I saw her nostrils flare. Leaning back toward her husband, I watched as her put her smiling lips to her husband’s ear, and whispered something to him. A big smile crossed the guys face, and he glanced around her head to get a look at me. The car came to a stop at my floor, and as the doors opened, I gave him a smile and a wink, and started for the room. As I walked into the room, I saw Angie on the bed. She was sitting back on her heels, her knees spread, but with her towel lying about her hips. She was running a comb threw her wet hair. With her hands at her hair, her back was arched, making those hard nipples push out even further. Without saying a word, I dropped the bag, and started stripping off my shirt. Kicking my shoes off, as I pulled my pants open, I sat on the bed and got out of them, and my socks. Angie was sitting there, hands in her lap, and a smile on her face. I reached over and grabbed the towel, and pulled it away. “Miss me?” she said tossing her comb to the side. I put my hand to her chest, between her tits, and gave a shove. She grunted as she landed on her back, but her legs stayed spread wide. Shucking off my boxers, I climbed between her legs, pushing my thighs under her ass. I rose up a little, and centered my cock in her slit. I started working it in, not taking time for any sort of warm up. I saw her wince, as I crammed the head into her. After that, I started to push my way in deeper. Out of self-defense, Angie’s cunt started to get wet. I just kept working my way into her. After she started to get wet, I started to lengthen my strokes. I put my hands behind her knees, and spread her thighs wide open. Rising up onto my knees, I pushed my cock right down to the bottom of her cunt. I took a few full strokes, and pulled completely out of her, with Angie grunting at the sudden withdrawal. I pushed her onto her side, by her knees, and reached for her hips. I pulled her up onto her knees, and then dropped my hands down to the insides of her knees. I pushed outward slowly but firmly until she was spread wide open, her pussy gaping at me. I moved my left hand to the small of her back, and pushed down on her, until her belly was almost touching the bed. That opened her up even more. I grabbed my wet, hard cock, and in one shove, sank it to the bottom. Angie grunted, dropped to her elbows, and put her head on the pillow there, shaking in her first orgasm. I started taking long hard stokes, watching the wake from the impact of my hips ripple up the cheeks of her ass. With her cunt contracting around my cock, I was getting pretty close to loosing it. I took a good hold of her hips and started to pound my cock in, and out of her, the slapping of our bodies getting louder. There was a continuous groan coming from Angie, getting louder upon impact. Grunting, I started taking short, quick strokes, and then crammed myself all the way in, and started shooting off inside her. I’d pull out slow, and sink back in, and grind myself against her. Dropping my chin down to my chest, and closing my eyes, my body started to shake from the pleasure I was feeling, being squeezed by that hot, wet, tight cunt. I just sat there on my knees, holding Angie against me, trying to recover. Raising my head, and prying my eyes open I looked behind me. The bag with the things I’d bought for Angie was on the floor a ways from the bed. With a sucking sound, I pulled myself out of her, and got off the bed. I went to the bag and pulled the thong out. Angie had dropped belly down onto the bed, with her legs still open, and her pussy refusing to close. I walked around to the other side of the bed, and sat down. I reached over, and moved the wet hair that was completely covering her face. “Put these on,” I said dropping the thong by her face. “Oh my God, did you get the license of the truck that just ran over me? God, I feel like I just got beat, from the inside out,” she said reaching up and grabbing the panties. A Friendly Wager Ch. 04 She looked at them kind of funny, “What are these for?” “They’re called underwear, you put them on under your cloths. I know I’ve kept you next to naked for a while, but you can’t have forgotten already,” I said lightly smacking her round ass. “Ha ha, very funny. I thought you didn’t want me to wear them,” she said rolling to her back. “Well, I want you to now. Come on, put them on,” I said coaxing her into action. “When you get home, I want you to have Jon take them off. When he does get them off, I want you to make him clean you out with his tongue.” Angie had stopped in the middle of putting on the thong. “You what? You can’t be serious. He won’t do it.” “Make him. He’ll do it, you’ll see. When he’s done, have him bath you and put you to bed. Don’t shave. I’ve made an appointment for you, at the salon in the lobby, for tomorrow afternoon, five o’clock, don’t be late. You’ll be staying the night, so bring something to wear to work Tuesday. Any questions?” I asked. “What are they going to do to me at the salon?” she said holding her hair defensively. “Don’t worry, if they touch that hair, I’ll fucking kill them all. Just make the appointment, and when you’re done come up here,” I said getting up. I went around to the bag, and pulled out the dress, I’d bought for her. “You can wear this home. I’ve been thinking of seeing you in something like this, since I first saw you. With this hugging your ass, and showing off your nipples, every guy that sees you will want to fuck you.” She got a worried look on her face, “You don’t want me to let them, do you?” “I don’t like to share my toys, never have. No, I do not want you to let anyone fuck you, that includes Jon.” She looked relieved, as she got up and took the dress from me. Angie walked over to the full-length mirror on the wall, and slipped the dress over her head. God, her ass looked fine in that thong. She pulled the dress down over her tits, to her hips, and settled it around her thighs. It was about tow sizes too small, and fit her like a second skin. Man do I know how to pick out cloths. She did that thing that women do with their hair, a kind of fluff and flip, pulling it out from under the dress. She stood looking at herself making small adjustments, tugging here lifting there. She was starting to see herself differently. She never said one word about it maybe being too small, or she couldn’t go out in something like this. She turned and looked over her shoulder, to see how her ass looked. “You vain little slut. You know your ass looks great,” I said with a chuckle. She turned and looked at me blushing. She walked over and stepped into my arms. “That doesn’t mean I don’t like to hear it,” she said smiling up at me. “You’ll hear it plenty. Now get that beautiful ass out of here, so I can get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow evening,” I said bending down to kiss her. Angie wrapped her arms around my neck, and held on for dear life. After a time I stood up, and turned her to the door, “Get out of here, before I change my mind.” “I’m going. I’ll see you tomorrow evening,” she said closing the door behind her. I dropped back on the bed. This woman was going to kill me, but what a way to go. The End I’d like to take the opportunity to thank you for all the great comments. It means a lot to me to know that you enjoy reading my stories. Thanks to Trudy, for sharing a bit about herself with me. The swimsuit in the lobby thing was inspired by you darlin’. Thanks Again A Friendly Wager Ch. 05 This is a work of fiction, meant for adults only. It turned out to be your typical Monday. It seemed like everything that I'd done last week, had to be gone over again. I was spending time in every department, and trying to keep up with the flow of problems that arose. Trying to keep all of that straight and trying to fix what I could as it occurred was taking its toll. By one in the afternoon, I was dead. I was sitting in my office, one that had been made available to me for the duration, and was trying to get everything straight. I spent the next three hours on the computer, making notes and e-mailing reports back to the head office. I spent another hour in a meeting with the department heads, giving them a list of further things that had to be dealt with, and half an hour, answering the questions that came out of that. After another half hour to get things together for the following morning, and I was ready to get the hell out of there. I didn't take anything from work home with me. I figure I dealt with enough of that at the office, and there were other things to deal with at the hotel, things that were far more enjoyable then reports and spreadsheets. As I got in the cab, for the ten-minute ride, my stomach was rumbling. I looked at my watch, and thought about Angie for the first time in a while. I didn't suppose she would be in any shape to go out anywhere tonight, not after what was happening, probably right now. After paying the cabby, I got out in front of the hotel. As I was entering, I thought about going and checking up on how things were going for Angie. Thinking I was probably not high on her list of people to see at the moment, I went over to the small bed and bath store instead. Searching around, I came up with a bottle of oil, for soothing and moisturizing skin. With that, and a few things that I need, I headed on up to my room. I had just gotten out of the shower, and slid into a T-shirt and boxers, when there was a knock on my door. As I opened the door, Angie pushed her way past me, a garment bag over one arm, and death in her eyes. "You could have told me that I was going to be tortured." "I didn't know you were being tortured, I thought I lined you up with a relaxing couple of hours, being pampered," I said lying through my teeth, and trying to look innocent. "Ya, right. I almost didn't let them start, and then when I did, they said you had told them to finish and to not miss a thing," she said slamming her purse down. Whirling to face me, her arm shot straight out the garment bag clutched in a death grip, waiting for me to take it and hang it up. I took it from her as she spun on her heel, and stocked away from me. I noticed that the salon had done a great job, her dark hair shined and flashed in the light, and her nails looked great. The flush in her cheeks made it difficult, but you could tell that her skin looked like it glowed. "Oh for the first hour, all I could think of was, how could I repay you for the fabulous experience that I was having," she said turning to look at me. "They pampered, and fussed over me, they wrapped me, massaged me, and tweezed me. I had a manicure, a pedicure; they did my hair, and soaked my entire body. THEN, they started the torture. Tell me, have you ever had every hair on your body pulled out by the roots?" she said approaching me slowly, eyes glaring. "Why no, I don't believe I have," I said. "Go ahead, make fun, you have to sleep sometime," she said as got right up to me. I almost smiled because of the way things looked. Angie was standing so close that her head was all the way back so that she could glare at me. "Look, they told me it wouldn't be that bad, and they also said it was good for up to a month," I said trying to defend myself. "Not that bad huh, let's see you try it and we'll see what you think when they're pulling the hair off your balls," she said staring me in the eye. I took her by the shoulders, and turned her towards the bed. Pushing her ahead of me, I walked us over by the bed. Releasing her shoulders, I turned her back facing me, and started working the buttons of her blouse open. I pulled it out of her skirt, slipped it off her shoulders, and threw it over the chair back. Angie was still scowling at me, as I slipped my arms around her, and found the zipper to her skirt. Lowering it, I took hold at the sides, at worked it past her hips until it dropped to the floor. "I don't know what you have planned, but if you were thinking of trying anything, you had better think again," she said standing there naked, hands on her bare hips. "Oh calm down," I said as I gave her a shove, landing her on her ass on the bed. "I have something else in mind, and you will like it, I guarantee." Looking down at her I saw what she was talking about. Her groin, and the inside of her thighs were an angry red, with her pussy looking swollen. I pushed her the rest of the way down onto her back, and got her to move to the middle, so her ass was close to the edge. Kneeling on the floor, I grabbed her ankles, and opened her legs wide, putting her feet on the mattress. Looking closely now, I could see that she was now smooth as a baby. I reached over to the bedside table, and grabbed the bottle of oil, that I had bought earlier. As Angie lay back against the pillows pouting, I move up between her legs a little closer to her, and opened the cap of the bottle. Holding my hand over her belly, I poured until it overflowed. Angie's eyes popped open, as the cold oil landed on her over heated skin. Capping the bottle, I dropped it off to the side. I put my hands together, and stated to warm what oil didn't squish out, between them. It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it. PICK ME. I started on the insides of her knees, and slid my hands toward the tops of her thighs, stopping short of her pussy, and then reversed my direction, going down all the way to her ankles. After a very short time, and with very little encouragement from me, Angie's legs opened wider until she the souls of her feet were touching each other, and her legs were almost flat on the bed. I worked the oil into her inner thighs for a while. Then bypassing her pussy, I moved up to her belly. Collecting some of the oil that had pooled in her bellybutton, I drug it down, and started working it in. I reached down, and picked up the bottle again, and filled my hand. Holding it over her lower belly, I rubbed my hands together to warm it. With a heavy coat on my hands, I started on her swollen mound. I rubbed it in gently on the front, using my thumbs to spread it down to her outer lips. Angie gave a heavy sigh, closed her eyes, and her legs did flatten out on the bed. I just kept rubbing the soothing oil on, and around her swollen pussy, stopping every once in a while to add more oil. I started to widen my strokes, working it in to her thighs, belly, and up to her chest. Soon, I had reached her tits, and continued up to as high as her throat. I kept adding oil, and soon her entire front, from her ankles to her throat glistened with sheen of oil. Her nipples stood out hard as nails, and she made soft whimpering sounds, as I swept my oily hands over them repeatedly. I started using long strokes from the fronts of her shoulders, down to her wide-open thighs. When I ran them over her mound, and down to her inner thighs, her hips rose slightly, and her whimper turned to a soft moan. I was trying hard to keep away from her spread open pussy. When her hips started to move, I'd occasionally scrape the pad of my thumb over her extended clit, causing her to grunt and her hips to pop up a little higher. I was using long slow strokes, covering her whole body. Adding a little oil, I'd start at her knees, drop down to her feet, and then slide my hands slowly all the way up to her throat. On the way past her mound, I'd slip my thumbs over the outer lips, and on past her pussy, over her mound, and up over her round belly, to her tits. After tugging on them, I continued up to her throat, all the way to the bottoms of her ears. As I brought my hands back down, I leaned back to look at her. What a picture. Angie's body gleamed from the light shining off the oil that covered her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and her legs were flat out on the bed to either side. Her hips refused to stop moving, they kept a slow rocking motion going, and every time my hands came near her pussy, they stayed up to try and get more contact. And there was a slow oozing of pearly white cream coming from that splayed pussy that had made its way all the way to the bed. With one hand still rubbing her, I used the other to work my boxers off. My very hard cock stuck straight out, as I ran both hands up and down her body again. Pulling my hand back, covered in oil again, I slid it up and down the length of my cock, covering it in oil. With as little experience as she had, I figured this was going to be another first, and I wanted it to be as painless as possible. I picked her legs up by the ankles, and put her feet out to the sides. Reaching under, I grabbed her by the fronts of her thighs, and pulled her ass even closer to the edge of the bed. Angie's knees were now up, but still spread wide. I reached up to Angie's shoulders, and then slowly ran them down over her hard nipples, and the length of her body. I started rubbing directly onto her mound, using my thumbs to push and rub her clit. She started to thrust her hips up at me, and I put more pressure on her clit with my thumbs. Leaving one thumb on her clit, I stroked the other down toward her ass. Gathering her own cream, to make things easier, I started to rub circles slowly around the hole. Once she was getting into that, I started inserting my thumb, and rubbing that hot cream into that rosebud. Changing to my fingers on her clit, I brought my other thumb down to help open her. I worked my other thumb in beside the first one, and rubbed slowly in and out, with my fingers still working her clit. Angie was really getting into it. Her hips were moving all over, she had her feet planted, and was working her self up at my hands. The squishing sound coming from my hand moving over her open slit was driving me mad. I pulled my hand away from her, leaving her clit and asshole empty. I ran my cream covered hand up and down my cock, and rose up on my knees. I put my right hand on top of her clit, and with the left aimed my cock at her now open asshole. I lodged the head in, and putting pressure against her, started to slide in slow. I had the head in, before her head snapped around, and her eyes popped open. "NO," she shouted, as her hands moved down between her legs to push at me. I reached around the out sides of her thighs, and got a hold of her wrists. I pulled her wrists to the outside of her hips, and slid my hands down to her hands, getting her to lace her fingers with mine. Then I started to push into her again. I had to let go of one of her hands, so that I could keep her mind on something besides my entrance into her ass. I brought my free hand back to rub her clit. As soon as I started to rub, she took hold of my wrist, and she relaxed a little. "OH, Jesus Christ you're going to tear me in half, please stop," she pleaded looking up at me. "Try to relax. It won't tear you in half. I'm going as slow as I can, but I'm not going to stop, so just relax and let it happen," I said as I rubbed her clit a little harder. I started to put pressure on her again. I was just about half way in, when I stopped and pulled out a little and started working back and forth slowly. When her hands relaxed enough to allow some circulation to return to my fingers, and hand, I started to work my way in deeper. Moving in and out slowly, I pulled the hand I had on her clit out of her clasp, and taking her hand, moved to her clit again. With my hand on top of hers, I started to rub Angie's clit. She dropped her head back down, and started to add pressure on her own. There was a constant groan coming from her that got louder when she felt me pushing deeper. I moved my free hand down to her open slit, and spread some of that hot cream up to her moving fingers. The rest I pushed down around my cock, to help ease the way. My strokes started to get a little longer, and I started to push in a little further. I was still not rushing it, but I felt Angie starting to relax more. I slowed to a stop, and then just started to push my way in slowly. When her nails dug into my hand, I'd stop and pump in and out, until she was ready again. I t was slow going, but soon I was all the way in. I stopped and sat there buried in her, and let us both adjust. It was like a velvet vice was locked around my whole cock. Angie's hand had stopped moving, so I sipped my fingers under hers to rub slowly against her clit. "My God, is it all in me?" she asked. "It's all the way in." I said. "You okay?" "Just don't move for a minute please," she said. I flicked her clit with a fingertip, "What about if I just move there?" "As long as it's external, it's okay," she said smiling. "Okay," I said giving a twitch inside her, "but don't forget I'm here." "Somehow, I don't think that going to be a problem," she said. I leaned my thighs against the bed. I had my right hand under Angie's left, and was rubbing slowly against her clit. I pried the fingers of my left hand out of her right hand, and put it on her oil soaked belly, and started rubbing in slow circles. "So, how did things go at home last night? Did Jon give you any trouble?" I asked. It took her a minute to change gears, "He wasn't home when I got there. I cleaned the place up a bit, and went up to bed. After getting into the T-shirt I stole from you I lay there and watched the news. I must have dozed off; I woke up as the TV was turned off. I looked at the clock and saw that it was near one in the morning.' "I asked Jon where he'd been, until almost one in the morning? He tried to tell me he was out with a couple of friends, but he's terrible at lying. I guess I didn't really press it because of what I was planning to have him do. After listening to him babble for a couple of minutes, I told him to shut up. I said, "Daniel has a little chore he would like for you to take care of." While she was getting into what she had done to Jon, I started to move slowly out, and then back in. The more she got into her story, the longer my strokes got. Where did that Daniel shit come from? Only my mother called me that. I shook my head to clear it of any thoughts of my mother at this time, and concentrated on the woman in front of me. "He stood there in the middle of the room, trying to figure out what I was talking about. I flipped the covers off of me, and spread my legs. I said, "Dan doesn't want me to go to bed in my condition, and he wants you to take care of it for me." It was like he had no idea of what I was talking about so I just told him, "Get over here and do as you're told." When he got to the bed, I told him, "Take off my panties." He bent down and started to work them off, and I rose up to help. When he pulled them off my feet, I open my legs, and said, "Clean up that mess." Your stuff had run out a lot, and it was everywhere. He looked at me with his mouth open and I just told him, "Get busy." He asked me what I wanted him to do? I said, "Get on your knees and put that tongue to work cleaning up this mess." She stopped talking, and I slowed my strokes. "Did he?" I asked. Angie nodded yes. "So?" I said as I slid my thumb into her very wet cunt. "I don't know, I guess part of me was hoping he wouldn't do it. But he did. After he got started, he couldn't get enough. After I had a small orgasm, I had him stop, and put my panties back on. When he finished I told him to go clean up and get in bed. As he turned away I kind of pushed him with my foot in the middle of his back. He really flinched. I rolled over and the next thing I knew my alarm was going off. After I got out of the shower, I went into the closet. When I came out, Jon was in the shower. I did my make- up, and hair. Grabbed my bag, and left." The strain on my cock was starting to get out of hand, and I didn't know how much more I could take. I was trying to keep my strokes as slow as possible. Angie had both her hands on the wrist of the hand at her cunt, pulling it harder against herself. "At work, things were pretty normal. Well, until I'd think of something that you'd done to me, and then I'd turn beet red. I had lunch with my best friend, Kathy. I've known her since we started there the same week. Anyway, at lunch she asked me what was wrong? I said I didn't know what she was talking about, trying to brush it off. She knows me pretty well though. She said that she had been watching me, and she wanted to know what was going on." Angie's hips started to rock into me a little harder. With that as my encouragement, I started to lengthen my strokes. Her freshly manicured nails started to dig into my wrist, and forearm. I increased the pressure I was putting on her clit, and started rubbing inside harder with my thumb. "I couldn't help myself, I really had to tell some one. I spilled my guts. I told her of all the crazy things that you've made me do, and all the other things that you do to me, we were both about to melt by the time it was time to go back to work. Kathy asked me how it happened? When I told her, she called me a liar. I told her what you did to me last night. How you just walked in from being down in the lobby, took your cloths off, and used me." Angie gave a small twitch inside, around my cock. "Kind of like you did tonight. Kathy still doesn't believe it, but she said, by the way I was blushing she knew I was telling her the truth, OH …" I couldn't take it any more. I started to stroke long, and deep, my hips slapping into her ass. Grunting I let loose, while I was buried all the in her. Angie was rocking her hips against me, as she shuttered in orgasm, creaming all over my hand. Angie's hands fell off to her sides. I started to rub her cream into her already oil soaked skin, as I slowly pulled my shrinking cock out of her. She slid her feet off the bed, and her thighs held me close. "I can't believe the things you do to me. I never, in my life, would have thought I could enjoy something like that," she said. "I'm really glad you enjoyed it, and I hate to ruin this moment, but I have to get on the bed, and off my knees. I think both of my legs have gone to sleep, below the knee," I said. Scooting back, she said, "There you go again, it's always you, you, you, what about me? You know some guy just jammed a pole up my ass." I pulled myself up off the floor, and dropped down on the bed. I grabbed Angie on the way down, and pulled her over on top of me, as I rolled to my back. "If you don't watch out, that same guy is going to jam something else up your ass." "You know that I can't say no to you, but I'm a little sore right now. Maybe later," she said, as she started to rub her oil coated body against me. "Next time it'll be you on your knees for an hour, and we'll see how you handle it," I said. "Ha. I don't think so," she said pushing her self up. She backed off the bed, reaching for my hand. "Come on, let's go get rid of some of this oil." I took her hand, and climbed to my feet, "I'd follow you anywhere," I said, giving her ass a pat. "Watch it fella, that's a sore subject, at the moment," she said jumping away from my hand. After another groping session, I mean shower, I told Angie we needed to do something about food. She said that she really didn't want to go anywhere. I climbed out of the shower, leaving her in there, and went out to order some dinner. I was sitting in the chair, in a T-shirt and boxers with my feet up, surfing thru the channels, when she finally got out. She came out, a towel wrapped around her head, and one around her body. She came over by the chair, tucking in the towel that was around her, and reaching for the one on her head. Facing me, she bent over and started to scrub the water from her hair. After she had as much as she could get of it, she straightened, and was ideally rubbing at it while looking at the TV. A Friendly Wager Ch. 05 While she watched the TV, I was looking at her. The towel had split at the bottom, showing the rounded mound, and bare swollen lips. Seeing that, I got up and went over to the dresser. Opening the top drawer, I pulled out the white version, of her little slut suit, and handed it to her. "Room service will be here in a minute. I tip them enough already, without giving them a free show," I told her. "Ya, this is way better then letting them see me naked. They might have to look twice, to see if there is any hair showing," she said. "Okay, give it back. I just thought you might want something to wear," I said reaching for the scrap of material. "No, no, that's fine I'll wear it," she said stepping back so that I couldn't get the suit. I watched her pull the bottoms on. Angie turned to face the mirror, as she tugged the straps over her hips. At the top of the waistband, the material was maybe three inches wide. As swollen as her lips were, the little band of material did a very poor job of covering her. All it really did was point to her lips sticking out at the bottom. Angie pulled the towel from around her, and tied the top around her chest. She pulled the cups into position, and tied it behind her neck. Looking in the mirror again, she adjusted the top to cover as much of her as it could. "How about if I just pull on one of your T-shirts, this doesn't cover anything?" she said. I walked over to her and slipped my fingers under the cup, plucking at one of her nipples, "That's what I like about it." I reached down and rubbed at her bare, swollen lips. "If I am going to let you wear something, it should at least be something I can enjoy. And believe me I enjoy you wearing this. Truth be told, I think you enjoy wearing it too." "It's even smaller then the other one," she said trying to pull the band from between her lower lips. "It won't even cover me." "It's not any smaller then the other one, they are the same suit. The only difference is your pussy has been well used, and it's a little swollen. I think I like the look," I said giving a tug to the front of the suit, pulling it even further between those lips. Angie gave me one of those looks, and walked away pulling the suit back down. "Ya, well it's your fault it's swollen. If you hadn't arranged to have me tortured I wouldn't look like this." "If I had any part in making you look like you do right now, I will take as much of the credit as you want to give me," I said as I watched that round ass jiggle it's way across the room. "But I'm telling you right now, baby that's all you." Angie went back into the bathroom to work on her hair. I went back over to the chair, and kicked back. Watching her busy with her hair, gave me the opportunity to see her when she had her mind on something else. She wasn't any teenager, but she was very trim. I thought about all the cloths that would look so good on her. I smiled as she stopped fussing with her hair, and started to fiddle with her top. Angie adjusted the string around her neck, and then tugged the top down. She was trying to find a way to make it cover more of her nipples. Even when she wasn't turned on, her nipples stuck out. But as I had told her earlier, I think she enjoys wearing the suit more then she lets on. When Angie has that suit on, her nipples refuse to go down, and her pussy swells up even more. After doing what she could with the top, she did one of those fluff, and flip things to her hair, and took a step back. The mirror over the sink area went from the counter top to the ceiling. Angie reached to her hips, and tugged the strings up higher on her hips. She turned away from me, to look at herself, from over her shoulder. Taking hold of the string that ran between her cheeks, she pushed it down a little, and I could tell she was doing the same in front. Turning back to face the mirror, I could see that she was not satisfied with it, but had done all she could. I watched as she slipped her thumb behind the front, and slid it down pulling the suit out as much as possible. I also saw her blush as her thumb got to the bottom. Her head darted to see if I was looking, and she got even redder when she saw that I was. I crooked my finger at her, showing that I wanted her to come over to me. I saw the worried look in her eyes. She took a deep breathe and came out of the bathroom and over to me. I put my feet on the floor knees spread, and guided her in close. "What's all the blushing for? I thought you'd be over that by now," I said, as I ideally brushed at the sides of her thighs with my fingertips. "I am over it, well mostly anyway," she said still red. "It's just that … it's just that I have never felt this way, and it still surprises me when I find myself aroused for no other reason then because of what I'm wearing. Over the last few days I've started to look at myself differently. I feel so… feminine. I'm used to being the head of the office, or the head of the household. Here, I just worry about weather or not I look sexy enough for you. Even Kathy noticed that there was a change. She said she couldn't put her finger on it, but she said I looked different." I slipped my right index finger in behind the front of her suit, and ran the back of it up and down over her very smooth cleft. I let it drift down further between her lips, feeling the growing wetness. "That's because I have never thought of you as the head of anything. I have, almost from the beginning, thought of you as my little slut," I said using my knuckle, and stroking up over her hard little clit. Her body shook at the contact, and her hands dropped to my shoulders. But, her nails dug into me a second later, when I slipped my finger out of her suit. "We don't have time for this, room service will be here any minute." I took hold of her hips, and turned her back toward the bathroom. Giving her ass a swat, "Go finish in there and we can pick this up where we left off later." "Fine, but … fine," she said walking away, rubbing her butt where I had smacked it. She went in and closed the door, and I sat back with a smile. A few minutes later room service arrived. I had the guy wheel the cart in, tipped him and sent him on his way. I went over to the bathroom door and knocked. "Dinner is here, hurry up." "I'm coming," I heard through the door. I pushed the cart over to the table and started to unload the meal onto the table. A minute later Angie came out, and we had an enjoyable meal with a little small talk. After the meal we loaded all the dirty dishes back onto the cart, and wheeled it out into the hallway. "That's the way dishes should always be done," Angie said. I walked up behind her, and slid my arms around her belly, pulling her close. "I don't know, there's something to be said for a woman bent over a sink," I dropped my hand down between her legs, "especially if they're dressed like you." "Is that all you ever think about?" she asked leaning back into me. "Just when I see your ass," I said. "Then that's all you think about," she said laughing. I went over to the bed, and after shucking off my T-shirt, pulled back the covers and got in. Coming out of the bathroom, Angie walked over and tuned off the light, then came over to the bed. She untied the top of the suit and dropped it in the chair, and reached for the bottoms. After she dropped them with her top, on the chair, she climbed under the covers as I held them up for her. "This will be the first time we actually slept together," she said. "Well don't get too used to it, I don't plan on letting you get much sleep," I told her as I slipped my hand down her belly and cupped her pussy. "Mmm… that might not be such a bad thing," she said. End of chapter five. Thank you all for the great comments and votes. Sorry this took a little longer then normal, but I have a few people in harms way. God bless our troops A Friendly Wager Ch. 06 This is a work of fiction, meant for adults only. It must have been having a beautiful woman in my bed that caused it. I had forgotten to turn on the alarm clock. With my eyes still closed, I tightened the grip of my arms, around the naked body, spooned against me. My face was buried in her dark hair. I opened my eyes, and lifted my head, to get a look at the clock. When I saw it my eyes snapped open. I gave Angie a squeeze, "Hey, come on, wake up. Come on, we over slept." Angie's head popped up at that, "Oh God," she said scrambling out of the bed, heading to the bathroom. "How late?" "It's after seven," I answered following her. We showered quickly, dressed and rushed out to the elevator. When the door opened, it was empty. We jumped on, and I stabbed the lobby button, and started holding down the door close button. As we started down, Angie leaned in close to the stainless steel door, and fished a lipstick out of her bag. As she started to put it on, I stepped behind her. When we were getting ready, I was in the bathroom, but saw through the mirror, she slipped on a pair of undies. As she was standing there, I dropped my hands down to her thighs, just above her knees, and slid my hands and her skirt up to her hips. Angie squealed, jumped, and tried to twist away. "What are you doing, we're late?" "This will only take a second," I said, gripping the waistband of her panties. I dropped to the floor and took them with me, letting her skirt fall back into place. "Step out." "I have to go to work. I can't be at work with no underwear," she said, looking at me as I stood up with them in my hand. I don't think she even realized that she had stepped out of them. "Yes you can. Who will know? If you don't say anything, I promise I won't either," I said with a smile. "Ha ha. Please, I can't be there all day without them. Someone will notice," she pleaded. Just then the elevator came to a stop, and the doors started to open. Angie didn't move, so I stepped around her looking at my watch, "You know we're really late, I have to get going." "WAIT," she shouted. Turning red, she rushed after me, and grabbed my arm as I was striding for the front door. She was at a trot trying to match my pace. "Please can I have them back?" We were just getting to the doors, and I slowed my step, "What these?" I said, dangling them down in front of her. Angie gasped and snatched at them. I jerked them out of reach, and stuffed them in my jacket pocket, as we walked past a smiling doorman. As we walked through the door, I gave her a little push, as she had to go in the opposite direction. "I'll call you later," I said waving, and walking away. "You just wait buddy," she snarled at me. Well, if my being late had been the worst thing that happened that day, it would have made my life so much easier. Unfortunately, it wasn't. It seemed like all the problems were stemming from one source, outside venders. I had no way of knowing if it was how we handled them, or they us. With only one side of the story, I needed to find out for myself. By two o'clock in the afternoon, I had set up meetings with most of the key suppliers. It was going to take me a couple of days, but it was something that had to be done. That done I called Angie, she had been on my mind all day. Every time I felt the small bulge in my jacket pocket, I thought about her at her desk at work. I went over and closed my office door, then settled back in my chair. After going through the automated system, I finally got to dial Angie's extension. "Hello, This is Angie," she said picking up. "Ah, there's my little slut," I half whispered into the phone. I heard a slight gasp, and the rustling sound of the phone being moved. "Please don't say things like that when I'm at work," she whispered. I laughed out loud into the receiver, "Do you think you're any less of a slut because you're at work? It's not like they can hear what I'm saying, unless I'm on speaker. You don't have me on the speaker phone do you?" "No I don't have the speaker phone on. It's just embarrassing to hear you say that to me while I'm here," she said. "So are you trying to tell me you're not my slut while you're at work?" I asked. There was a long pause, when she saw that I wasn't going to let it pass she said, "N.. no that's not what I'm saying. It's just. it's just that I don't think like that when I'm here," she said in a rush. "You mean to tell me you're sitting at your desk, with no panties on, and you don't think about it?" I asked chuckling. "I bet that little bald pussy of yours has been creaming all day." "Please, Kathy is sitting just a few yards away, and she knows something is going on," she whispered. "That must mean you are blushing again, and you're only blushing because you know it's true. Now listen, as much as I would like to sit here and embarrass you for the rest of the day, I can't. I have to go out of town for a couple of days. I won't be back until Friday." "But you didn't say anything about that this morning," she said. "I didn't know it this morning. Something came up, and I have to go out and see some key suppliers. It will only take a couple of days," I told her. "Okay, but I left all my things in your room," she said in a subdued voice. "I have to go pack a bag," I said. "I'll tell the desk to give you a key when you come in. Just tell them you're my slut," I said laughing. "You wouldn't dare," she gasped. "Please don't." "I should, I'm sure they all know by now anyway. Just give them your name. It's really unfortunate. I was looking forward to seeing you after a day without your undies." "I was looking forward to it too," she said quietly. "So you'll be back by Friday?" "Yes, my last meeting is set for Friday morning, and I'm booked on a flight due in here at four-thirty in the afternoon. If there are any problems with anything call my cell," I said, and gave her my cell number. "I wish you didn't have to go, but I know you're here on business. I'll call you on Friday," she said. "Okay, be a good girl, I'll see you Friday," I said, and hung up. I colleted everything I was going to need, packed up my laptop, and headed back to the hotel to pack. My flight was three hours away, but I know from experience, with the increased security, it takes longer. I fly a lot, so as far as I'm concerned, they can strip search us. It beats getting scraped off of some farmer's field, with a stick and a spoon. I went down to the front desk. I recognized the lady behind the counter from the other night, when I had marched Angie through the lobby in her little slut suit. Giving her my room number I said, "I'll be out of town for a couple of days. I'm sure you remember that beautiful young lady I was with the other night?" she turned a little red that I'd brought it up, but nodded. "She will be stopping in, please give her a key to my room. Just her, no one else." "I understand sir, I'm on duty all evening, and I'll make sure she gets it, have a safe trip, I'll see you when you return," she said with a smile. I went up to my room, and packed my things. They had been in to straighten the place up already. I went around and gathered up anything that I might need for the meetings. I picked up my jacket, and was looking for my key, when I pulled out Angie's panties. Smiling, I gripped them and gave a quick tug on the waistband as I walked over to the bed. Tossing the torn scrap of material on the center of the bed, I hoped Angie would take the hint. The room phone rang. The pretty lady at the front desk was calling to tell me that my shuttle to the airport was here. Grabbing all my things, I headed out the door. Wednesday went fine. All the meeting I had set up went smooth, and I was even close to being on schedule. That night all I had energy for was getting things ready for the next day. Thursday started off great, but at about eleven that morning, I got a call from the person I was set up to meet Friday. It seems he was having some supply problems of his own, so he couldn't make our meeting. I spent my lunchtime making arrangements to get me on a plane that night. I finally got it done, and decided to let Angie know. I called her at work, again going through the automated system to get to her desk. After three rings, "Hello, this Kathy, can I help you?" "Ah . ., hello, I was trying to reach Angie," I said. "Did I punch in the wrong extension?" "No, this is Angie's desk. Is this Jon?" she asked. "No, this is not Jon. Do you know how I can reach Angie?" I asked. "Mmm, well if this isn't Jon, then it must be Daniel," she said. I could almost hear the smile on her face. "Can you tell me how to get in touch with Angie, or not?" I said. "Touchy, aren't we?" she said. "Look, if I don't know who this is, why would I tell you anything about a friend of mine?" "YES, my name is Dan, and I'm a friend of Angie's. Now would you please tell me how to get in touch with her," I said getting a little mad. "From what I hear, you're more then a friend," I could hear that smile again. I laughed. "Okay, I'm more then a friend, and I know who you are. I was just trying to get hold of Angie to tell her I was going to be back a day early. Do you know how I can get a hold of her?" "Well she'll be glad to hear that. I don't know what you did to her, but she has changed in the last week," she said. "All I did, was treat her like a woman," I said. "Well whatever you did, it shows. She has been as happy as I have ever seen her. It seems like her whole attitude has changed. She acts different, dresses different; she even walks, and stands different. I sit close by, and I catch her staring off into space, and blushing. What did you do to her anyway?" "I told you, all I did was treat her like a woman. The only difference is, I treat her like MY woman. Most of you, treat her like a boss, or a friend, you don't see her like I do. When I look at her, it's more like what can I do with her now, not should I ask her what she wants." "Well, she's been walking around all starry eyed all week. She said she had some things to take care of, and took today and tomorrow off. It's not like she couldn't use the time. I don't think she has even taken a sick day from here in years. You might be able to get a hold of her at home. Do you have her number?" she asked. "Yes I have the number, but I'll be in meetings for the rest of the day, so I'll wait, and try and get in touch with her when I get back," I said. "Okay, but she'll be disappointed that you didn't get a hold of her," Kathy said. "Don't worry I'll get a hold of her one way or another," I said, doing some smiling of my own. "I bet you will. She told me some of the things you've done to her. I wish you could have seen her on the phone with you the other day. I don't know what you said but she was blushing so bad, I thought she was going to climb under her desk," she said laughing. "What did you do to her anyway, I don't think she left her desk more then once that whole day." "I sent her to work without any underwear," I said matter of factly. "My God, no wonder she wouldn't get up. She has always been the conservative one. Other then not wearing a bra, she is one of the most prim and proper women I know," she said. "I've been working on that," I said. "That's an understatement, I have never even seen her with a hair out of place, now she has a kind, of softer look. She seems a little more comfortable with the way she looks. Hell, she has finally noticed how she looks. " Kathy said. "Look, I've got to run. Try to get in touch with her; she'll be disappointed if you don't. Gotta go, bye," she said hanging up the phone. I hung up the phone, and looked at my watch, there was no way I had time to try and call Angie at home. If I didn't get in touch with her, I would call her from in town tomorrow. I went back to the meeting, and made it to the two others that I had set up. Because I changed my flight, I was stuck on will call. I didn't get a flight out until seven o'clock that evening. I spent my time in the lounge, taking up a whole table. I was putting all my notes, and things on the computer. I hooked it to my cell phone, and e-mailed some information to some people at the main office. On the plane I finished typing up the all of the things I had to discuss with the guys back at the office. I hadn't planned on being back on Friday, and I hadn't told anyone at the office that I was getting back early. I figured I might sneak an extra day off. I mean, if Angie already had the time off, we could probably find something to do with our time. The plane ride was uneventful, and with only one lay over. We hit town at about ten- thirty Thursday night. Half an hour later I was getting out in front of the hotel. A valet with a luggage cart tried to help me with my things, but I waved him off, grabbed my things and started for the elevator. Once in my room, I threw my dirty close in the hamper, and hung up what I hadn't had a chance to use. I unpacked my shaving kit, and finally spread out the last of the stuff I had to get taken care of while it was all still fresh in my mind. At a quarter past mid-night I had had enough. I closed up my laptop, stripped down to my boxers and crawled into bed. When my eyes snapped open, I was looking at the clock. It was two-thirty. Something had woken me up. I lay there and listened, then the door opened, and the light from the hall lit up Angie as she stepped in. I lay there watching her, and not making a sound. She walked over to the chair by the bed, and turned away as she took off her jacket. She was wearing a pair of jeans that showed her ass off beautifully, and a tight pull over shirt. As she reached for the light, I grabbed her wrist and yanked her to me in the bed. Angie screamed, and tried to hit me with her other hand. "What the hell are you doing here," I said, pinning both of her arms to her sides. "Jesus, you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?" she said. "I live here. What are you doing here?" I asked. Angie quit struggling, and tried to avoid looking at me. "I was going to spend the night here. I wasn't expecting you to be here." "Well if you weren't expecting me to be here, why are you here?" I asked. It took her a minute to respond to the question. "I told Jon I was staying here through the weekend. Something is going on with him, and I was trying to figure out what it was. I took today and tomorrow off from work. I was down the street from the house when he got home. At eight o'clock he left, and I followed him. He drove into the city, to the business district. He parked in a garage, and when I followed him in, I lost him. He had parked and left, before I found his car. I spent some time looking, but I couldn't tell where he had gone. I went back to the house and waited. He got home about half an hour ago." "What are you expecting to find out?" I asked, pulling her face up by the chin. "Do you think he's cheating on you? I mean if that's all it is, what's the problem? It's not like you're being exactly faithful to him. If he is going out to find something on the side, what harm can it do?" "What do you mean, what harm can it do?" she said, trying to look at me through the darkness. I pushed her up so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, and reached for the light switch. I turned on the light, and we both flinched from the sudden brightness. Angie had her hair pulled back into a French braid that went down to the small of her back. The navy blue top she was wearing, ended at the waistband of her jeans, and the jeans, as I said earlier, fit her like a glove. She had not worn a belt and they kind of gaped open at the back, while she was sitting there. I smiled, because I saw that I was going to get to destroy another pair of her panties. "What I mean is, do you think it should be alright that you have found some one on the side, but get all jealous if Jon has? It's not like he's getting much at home. And I know that because his wife has been spending her nights in my bed." She blushed at my saying that. "Now, if you're not there what difference does it make if he goes out, and finds some on the side?" "But . but he sent me out to find you. I wouldn't have done it on my own. Jon was the one that started this," she said, her eyes tearing up. "Listen to yourself. What difference does it make how it started? Look if you want your husband, I'm sure all you have to do is call him. Tell him to be at home tonight, and he will be there. It's your choice," I said, getting out of bed and putting on a T-shirt. "But, what happens then?" she said, looking up at me. "That is up to the two of you. If you think you can make each other happy, I think you should go and work at it for the rest of your lives. When I say work, I mean work. It takes work in any relationship. If you want to make it work, it will," I said. "Look, as you can tell from our time together, I'm not much of a role model, for the ideal sharing relationship. If that is what you want, you should know by now that I don't much go for that kind of thing.' "You also know, at least to some extent, what the future holds. My time here is limited. Unless something changes, I am expected back at the main office. Now, it's up to you," I said looking at her. "That said, I have enjoyed our time together very much. I would look forward to another week together, but I don't know anything beyond that." Angie dropped her head, "So, now what am I supposed to do?" she said sobbing. "Are you asking me?" I said. Angie nodded. Her face was streaked, and her nose was running. I snatched a couple of tissues from a box on the table. "Wipe your face, and blow your nose." "That's not exactly what I had in mind. What I meant was, what am I supposed to do now, about my marriage?" she said sniffing. "Are you worried that Jon is out having an affair, while you're here? What do you want me to tell you? He might be. I didn't really figure him that way, but what the hell do I know, I've never even met him. What I am trying to figure out is why does it matter? If you want him for your self, go get him. Jesus you're his wife, you have the inside track already. We both already know, all you have to do is tell him what to do, and he'll do it. So if he is what you want, and you're worried that you'll lose him, you should do what you have to." "You make it sound so easy," she said looking at her hands. "That's because for me it is easy. When I saw you, I wanted you. I went after you, and here you are. I wanted it, so I made it happen. You have the power to do the same thing. You are here with me now, if you want to stay, stay. If you go, go. But whatever you chose, you are going to be the one making the choice.' "Don't get me wrong, if you choose to stay, nothing between us will change. You will do what I say, when I tell you, but I'm not going to force you to stay," I said grabbing my jeans off the floor. "I know this isn't a lot of time, but. I am going down the hall to get us a couple of sodas, when I come back, I want an answer," I said starting for the door. I walked down the hall to the small room that contained a variety of vending machines. Using a couple of dollar bills, I bought a couple of diet sodas, and slowly made my way back to my room. I opened the door with my key, and went into the room. My heart sank a little, when I saw it was empty. I walked over, and set the sodas down, and leaned on the dresser. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, that she had chosen to try and save her marriage. I hoped that if that were what she wanted, it would work out for the two of them. As I turned away from the dresser, the bathroom door opened. Angie walked into the room, and stood about five feet from me. She was beat red, and wouldn't look up from the floor. She just stood there, her whole body trembling, her hands behind her back, hips pushed forward, wearing her little yellow slut suit. A Friendly Wager Ch. 06 Just when I thought I had seen all of her, she comes out looking like this. She had pulled the waistband up high over her hips, and the front of the suit was well below her belly. She had pulled it up so far, that it was wedged between her lower lips. "Before you say anything, I have something to say to you first, then you can choose what you want to say to me a little more carefully." I walked past her, and into the center of the room, with Angie turning to follow my move. "I have been thinking since I first went out, that I had done the wrong thing. We had an agreement you and I. It might sound selfish, but I intend to hold you to it. I won you. You are mine for one more week. Now, it looks as though you had made a decision, before I came in. I'm glad you came to it on your own, but in the end it was my decision to make.' "All you really did by showing me how you felt was to tell me that I made the right decision. You belong to me. I won you. You're mine to do with as I want, for another week." Angie just stood there. She had unbraided her hair. She had her head down, and her shiny hair was hiding her face. It was all kinked from being braided. She had brought her hands around to the front, and had her arms crossed, like she was holding herself. "Now, it's really late. I know you have tomorrow off. Nobody in my office is expecting me back, so I'm taking the day off too. Go get in bed, and I'll let you tell me what you had to say. And this," I said plucking at the strap to her suit on my way by, "will just be in the way." Angie turned to the bed, as she started to remove the tiny scrap of material. I went over to the bathroom and turned off the light. When I got to the bed, Angie was in there already, on her side facing away from me and had the covers pulled up to her neck. I turned off the light, got out of my T-shirt, and jeans, and climbed in and lay on my back. We lay there in the dark, not saying anything. After a while I felt Angie moving. She rolled over and climbed on top of me. She laid her small body full out on me, and put her face in the crook of my neck. I reached down, grabbed the covers, and pulled them back up so that she was covered up. Again neither of us spoke. I think we both had a lot on our minds. Right up front in mine was that this could get to be a habit, real easy. I was beginning to care less and less, that she was married. What I'd said about not wanting to break up a marriage was true. It had been a long time since I'd even thought of having these kinds of feelings again. I don't know how long I lay there. I woke up and we were just as we had been, with Angie on top of me. The only difference was that now I was inside her. I don't know how she managed that without waking me up, but who am I to complain. Sure beat the hell out of a wet dream. Angie pushed herself up a little off me, so that she could look at me. "I know it's still a little early, but I didn't think you'd mind," she said smiling. "Besides, it's not my fault, I woke up here, and this," she said giving me a squeeze inside, "was trying to push me off of you. So I thought of a way to compromise." "Well, it wasn't your mind that first attracted me to you, but it is fast becoming my favorite part," I said wrapping my arms around the small of her back. Angie put her hands on my chest, and pushed herself up. She looked at me through that wild mane of shiny dark hair. "So now you only want my mind?" "I wouldn't go quite that far, but it's nice to know you're not just another pretty face with a nice ass," I said laughing. "Ya, well it's not like you'd want to find out if I had brain if I didn't have a nice ass," she said. "I'm hurt. You think I wouldn't want to get to know you if you didn't have a nice ass?" I asked. "Let's put it this way, I don't think you would have been trying to pick me up in the bar, if you didn't like what you saw," she said. "How very diplomatic of you. It may have been your ass that got you picked up, but it's your mind that keeps me interested. That and this hot little pussy of yours," I said as I pushed up into her. Angie's back arched, and she started to roll her hips back and forth grinding her self into me. I lay there on my back watching her. She had her eyes closed, and was kind of murmuring something that I couldn't understand. I gave a quick upward shove with my hips. Angie's eyes popped open, her nails dug into my chest and she let out a squeak as she had a small orgasm. "Try not to forget that I'm here," I said laughing up at her. "That would be pretty hard to do, I was just getting used to having you in me again. I have to start over every time. You make me feel so full. I don't think I'll ever get tired of this feeling," she said. I took hold of her hips, and pulled her up while I pushed my ass down into the bed, then thrust up into her. Her eyes were wide, and looking into mine, as we heard our selves smack together. "Don't worry I'll let you get as much practice as you want." I dropped my ass back down on the bed, while she stayed raised up on her knees. Angie kept her eyes on mine as she lowered her self down against me again. When she hit bottom, she started to move back up. She was leaning forward, and pumping her hips, moving her self up and down on my cock. She dropped down onto her forearms, her hair covering them, and my chest, and I could feel her breath panting against me. Angie closed her eyes and started to move her self faster on my cock. She was pumping hard, and we could hear the slap of her belly against me as she kept picking up speed. Finally her head arched back, her eyes closed, mouth open, and her body started to shutter. Her pussy started to spasm around my cock, and I couldn't hold out any longer. I started spurting deep into her belly, as she ground her self against me riding out the wave of her orgasm. When her body quit shaking, Angie flattened her self on top of me again. We drifted off to sleep again with her still wrapped around my shrinking cock. The End of Chapter Six Hope you're not getting too board. Next chapter should answer some questions. See you next time. Same bat time. Same bat channel. A Friendly Wager Ch. 07 This is a work of fiction meant for adults only. I woke up, as Angie rolled off me, taking her body heat and the covers with her. The sweat that had collected between our bodies cooled quickly, covering me in goose bumps. “Oh my God,” Angie groaned. “Don’t ever let me do that again. My legs, and hips are so stiff, I’ll never be able to walk again.” “That’s okay, you can just lay there with your legs spread, it will make things that much easier for me. But you need to give me back some of those covers first,” I said reaching over her for the covers. When I tried to sit up, it felt like my chest had to put itself back into its shape. I dropped back down onto the bed with a groan. “Damn, you won’t have to worry about me letting you try that again.” We lay there getting our circulation going, and working some feeling back into our arms and legs. By the time we hauled ourselves out of the bed it was eight-thirty. “I don’t know about you, but I think that hot tub down there is calling me. I ache in places I didn’t even know I had,” I said. “I don’t think I can walk that far, but a hot bath sounds really nice. We could stay up here,” she said. “That’s great for someone your size, but I want to get under some hot water too. If you don’t want to come down fine, but I’m going,” I said groaning, and getting out of bed. I went over to the dresser and got my trunks on, and found a pair of sweats to wear over them, then went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and run a comb through my hair. When I went back out, Angie was just finishing tying her hair back. She had on a pair of sweats, and I could see the strings of her yellow suit tied in a bow at the back of her neck, over the collar. Angie made eye contact with me in the mirror. “I decided to join you. I wouldn’t want you in deep water unsupervised, and after what happened last time I wanted to surprise you, I think I’ll just come down with you.” “Good choice, but I honestly don’t think I could throw you across the tub,” I said stretching my shoulders. “Ooooo, sounds like a good time to take advantage of you. You can’t get away,” she said, turning away from the mirror. “Ya, I would be trying really hard to get away,” I said, taking her in my arms. I reached up, and plucked at the string around her neck. “Especially when I know what you have on under these sweats.” “Ya, well the key words are, under the sweats. I don’t want to be paraded across a hotel lobby in this suit again,” she said, turning red. “If you don’t give me cause, I won’t. But if you try and push things, well, we could always try it without the suit,” I said, giving a tug on her ponytail. She turned even darker red. “You wouldn’t, would you? Not in front of all those people.” “Who knows, it could happen,” I said turning her away from me. With an arm around her belly, I shoved my other hand down the front of her sweatpants. I cupped my hand over her pussy, only to find out that she had already soaked the suit she was wearing. “It’s not like you would mind much, Jesus, just the thought of it has you creaming down both legs.” “It’s not the thought of all the people, it’s that you’d make me do it,” she said cupping the hand I had between her legs with both of hers. “Okay,” I said pulling my hand out of her pants, “the only thing that could make this better, would be being surrounded by bubbling hot water. Come on let’s go.” We went to the far end of the hall, and took that stairway down. It let us out just a few doors away from the spa area. With towels in hand we went in and found the room empty. Angie went over, and started fiddling with the controls, and I picked through the signs by the door. I found the closed for repairs sign, and put it out on the door, and put a prop under the door handle, blocking it. I pushed my trunks, and sweats off, and sank down into the steaming water with a sigh. Just as I got sat down, the jets started, and Angie turned away from the controls. She walked over to the tub, and started to get out of her sweats. She pulled off her top, dropped it on the floor, and reached back up to adjust her suit top, trying in vain to cover her hard nipples. Angie looked at me through her lashes, and turned away from me with a little smile. Her hands disappeared in front of her, only to reappear with the thumbs under the waistband of her pants. When her hands reached the sides of her hips, she started to push them down her thighs. With a twitch of her ass, the elastic waistband snapped down to the backs of her thighs, and she bent at the waist pushing the pants all the way to the floor, giving me a hard on in the process. She looked at me, past her knee, and smiled. “See something you like?” “I dare you to come down here and say that,” I said. She worked her feet out of the pants, and straightened up. Angie walked around the tub, until she was standing over my head. She stood there looking down at me, as she reached to her hips, and pulled the string around them higher. She continued around, until she got back to where she had started, in front of me. Angie bent at the waist and reached for my hand. I sat up and helped her down into the bubbling water. I kept my hold on her as I sat back against the tub, pulling her down on top of me. I turned her around, and she stretched her legs across to the other side of tub, and sat in my lap. As soon as she was settled I reached behind her neck and tugged the knot to her suit loose. It showed me a lot when, instead of trying to stop me, Angie leaned forward and pulled the other one open her self, and tossed the top out of the water. Angie leaned back against the wall, the water up to her throat, and laid her head back. I reached out with my hand, and found her legs under the water. I put my hand on her shin, and started sliding it up. As I went past her knee and on up her thigh, I could feel her pushing out to meet my hand. I slipped past her hip, and slid it over her belly. I dropped my hand down until I felt her suit, and just rubbed slow circles around on her lower belly. After listening to her purr like a contented kitten for a while, I slowly slid my hand up. I slid past her bellybutton, and kept going up to her little tits. When I felt how hard those fat nipples were, I couldn’t help but start to pull and twist one after the other. That caused Angie to arch her back up, and groan out loud. She got her feet under her, and arched her whole torso out of the water. I pulled my other hand up, and started sliding them all over her front. Then I started pulling on a nipple with my left hand, and slid the right down to her belly again. When I got to her bellybutton, I started to caress the area around it, and in it. “You know what, I’m going to put a ring right here,” I said. “You would look fantastic with a diamond sparking off this little, round belly of yours.” “Mmmm, I thought about that once mmmm, but I thought maybe I was too old to be doing something like that. Oooo,” she moaned as I pulled a little harder on a nipple. “You make it sound like you’re some old lady,” I said, as I slipped my right hand down under her suit to her hot cunt. “You are far from too old to do anything. Especially when it would make you look just like the little slut you are,” emphasizing that by squeezing with my cupped hand. “Oooo…mmm…, yes it would,” she groaned. “It would what?” I asked, as I started pinching her clit. “Mmmm..Oooo, it, it, it would make me look ahh, like ahh little slut,” she groaned, as her hips started to pump hard. I slipped two fingers inside her, and kept my thumb rubbing circles around her swollen, rubbery clit. I added a third finger, and started rubbing insider her. While I was rubbing, I was squeezing my fingers up toward my thumb, rubbing both her little hot spots at the same time. With a squeal Angie’s hips shot up clear of the water, and her pussy started to spasm around my fingers. I felt her oils gush out around my fingers, as her body started to shake, and she started to pant for breath. I flicked her clit with my thumb, and she jerked her hips down into the water, sending a wave over the side, and ripping my fingers out of her. The return wave washed back over her face, while her mouth was open, sending her into a fit of coughing. I grabbed a hand full of wet ponytail, and yanked her head up out of the water. As her coughing slowed, she looked up at me, eyes watering and gasping for breath. “And you were worried about me in the water unsupervised,” I said. “It seems like every time you come here with me, you end up half drowned.” “And… every… time…it’s…your…fault,” she said still fighting to get her breath back. “Hey, this time I don’t think you can blame it on me. You came here with every intention of getting fucked. And after the way you got out of those sweats, I knew you were asking for it.” I said as I started to turn her to face me. I grabbed that little string around her hips, and started to pull it over her ass. Her hips rose to help make it easier. When they were clear of her feet I threw it out, and grabbed her by the backs of her thighs and pushed her up on the edge of the tub. Angie didn’t even try to hold her self up. She lay back on the tiles taking deep breaths, while I stepped up onto the tub bench, holding her thighs wide open. Her hot cunt was swollen and open, with her cream still oozing out. I grabbed my cock, and after smacking a couple of times on her clit, I centered it in her open hole and pushed right up into her belly, with both of groaning. With both hands on the backs of her thighs, I started to pump into her. I was pretty far along after getting her worked up, playing with her. I started taking long hard strokes in and out of her. Angie’s hot little cunt started gripping me from the first stroke. She was pushing up hard against my hands, trying to meet my thrusts. My grip increased as I started to pump harder and faster. Angie’s head came up off the tiles. Her hands wrapped around my wrists. Her mouth was open, and she gave a grunt at the end of the continuous groan she was sounding, as my hips smacked into her. I just pushed her thighs wider, and higher holding her there while I pounded down into her. The sound stopped coming from Angie’s throat, and her pussy clamped down on my cock. Her head went back to the floor. She arched her back up between her out-stretched arms, and pushed up harder against my hands with her thighs. When Angie’s pussy clamped around my cock, my strokes got shorter, and harder. The tingle in my cock started to move up my back. When it got to my skull, my back arched, and I started cum in her. I started to shake, and moved slowly in and out, just enough to keep the friction rubbing against my cock, and the tingles in my spine. As the last tingles died away, I started to get soft, and slipped out of Angie. I let go of her thighs, climbed down off the tub bench, and dropped into the water. I lay back in the bubbling water, and looked at her perched on the edge of the tub. She slowly dropped one foot off the rim, and back into the tub. I looked at her still open cunt, to see our combined juices oozing out of her. Angie stayed like that, one foot in the water the other bent at the knee, and lying off to the side, for a long time. Finally her breathing got a little more even, and she struggled up onto her elbows. She looked down at me with her eyes hooded. Slowly, never taking her eyes off mine, she pulled herself back into the tub. She lay down on me, and put her head on my chest. “I can’t even begin to tell you how good it feels when you just use me like that. I feel so…, I don’t know, I guess wanton,” she said chuckling. After a long pause she said, “Were you serious about putting a ring in my bellybutton?” “Yes. I think it would look fantastic on you,” I replied. “Good, because I want to get one,” she said. As she said that, the jets shut down, and silence filled the small room. We lay there like that for a time. I thought she had more to say, but she let the breath out, in a sigh and didn’t. I waited for a couple of minutes, to see if she would finish what she had started to say. When she didn’t, “So, why do you want one now? You said you had thought about it before, and just now you said you want one. Why do you want to do it now?” Angie pushed away from me, and turned onto her back. She scooted her ass back against me, reached up and tossed her ponytail over my shoulder, and dropped her head back. “Truth?” she said with a contented little sigh. “Always,” I said matter-of-factly. “Mostly because you want it, but there are other reasons too,” she said, and paused a second. “When I’m out shopping, or doing whatever, I always see those little girls running around in their tight shirts, and jeans. You know, the ones that look like they are painted on over their butts. Anyway, a lot of them have rings in their bellybuttons and I always thought it made them look even hotter.” I reached around her, only to find her hands already on her belly. I slipped my hand under hers, and rubbed small circles around her bellybutton, and reached to her nipples with the other. “I agree it would make you look even hotter. The way your belly swells up when you get hot, and then when you start arching your back while I’m fucking you, it would look great.” “God, you haven’t been giving this much thought have you?” she said chuckling. “Yes I have actually. Kathy said she liked the change in you, and I happen to agree with her,” I said. “Kathy, when did you talk to Kathy?” she asked. I could feel her get a little stiff on top of me. “I called you at work yesterday, to let you know I was coming back early. You weren’t there. Kathy answered the phone, and we had a nice chat about you,” I said. “And what did you two have to say about me?” she asked a little coolly. “Kathy asked what I had done to you, to make such a change in you. She said that you were starting to see yourself for the first time, and that maybe you liked what you saw. She said she was happy for you.” I felt Angie start to relax a little. “So, do you like what you see happening to you?” “If I didn’t I wouldn’t be here with you,” she said. “Yes, I like what see when I look in the mirror. In so many ways, I don’t even think like I used to. If you had seen me just two weeks ago, you would never believe that I could be here naked, in a hotel hot tub, after just having my brains fucked out by a man I’ve only known for a week. Even my fantasies didn’t get this crazy. I catch myself going out of my way to make you see me. To touch me.” All of a sudden in the quiet room, there came a growl. I cracked up laughing, as I felt the vibration of her belly growling for food. Angie turned beet red. “Don’t laugh at me. It’s not my fault. You were the one who had to come down here right out of bed,” she said pouting. “Okay, quit pouting, and get your sweet ass out off of me. I’ll see what I can do about that noisy belly of yours,” I said. I helped Angie stand up on the bench, and got my feet on the floor. Angie took hold of the handrail, and I took her by the hips to steady her. I pushed her up, and followed her out of the tub. I went over to my sweats, while Angie stood, and wrung some of the water from her hair. I got the top on, and as I was pulling my pants on, Angie put her top on. As she stood there in just the top, she reached up to mess with an earring. That caused the hem of her top to go up to just above her pussy. The way she looked, standing there with that swollen little mound all bare, and puffy looking. This woman was getting to me bad. The top to her suit was on the floor by me, so I picked it up, and took it to her. As I got there, she dropped her hands to her sides, and the shirt fell back into place. It went past her ass, but just barely. I bent down and tossed her flip-flops in front of her, and picked up her sweat pants, and suit bottom. “Lead the way up the stairs,” I said looking down at her. She looked up at me, “You can’t be serious, what did I do this time?” she asked in a huff. “Not a thing. I just really like the view,” I answered. She turned red and smiled. “The whole place is up and moving out there,” she said looking at me through her lashes. “Then you had better hurry to the door,” I said. She bent down, grabbed her flip-flops, and squealed as she stood up with my hand between her legs. “That’s so unfair,” she gasped, hurrying to the door. Angie opened the door a crack, and peeked out. She leaned out to see in the other direction, and gave a quick chirp before she could stop herself, as my hand found it’s way to that round ass. “Stop doing that,” she said whirling around in front of me. “If you start with me, I already told you how far I’m willing to go. How far are you willing to push me?” I asked, looking her square in the eye. For a split second I saw anger flash across her face. In the next second a kind of pleading look, then she turned to the door, and went out. The entrance to the stairwell was about thirty feet away, and we were never really out in the lobby, but it didn’t slow Angie down any. With her flip-flops in her hand she rushed to the door, got it open, and went in without drawing any attention. As I got through the door, Angie was a few steps up waiting for me. “You could move a little faster, somebody could come down here any time.” I walked over, and stood at the foot of the stairs. “I suppose they could, what difference does it make?” “Let’s just get up to our floor. I don’t want to be caught out here, just because you were too slow,” she said turning to go up the stairs. Taking the steps two at a time, I was behind her before she could go any further. I stopped her flight with my hands on her hips. Which was convenient, since I was reaching for her shirttail anyway. “I think I mentioned what would happen if you pushed things,” I said, as in one motion I pulled the shirt past her astonished face. Angie stood un-moving, her mouth moving and nothing coming out. “You know we really should get moving some one may come down this way any minute,” I said as I stepped past her. I was past the first landing before Angie could force herself to move. I looked back at her standing there naked, and staring after me. All at once she turned and bolted up the stairs. “Please,” she gasped, “some one could come down the stairs, you have to let me have something to wear. Please.” “I don’t have to do anything of the kind. I told you that if you gave me any trouble, what would happen. You know full well that I don’t joke around. You pushed, now you deal with the consequences.” I told her, not slowing my pace. Then she did something I didn’t expect; she tried to grab her shirt. If I hadn’t been pissed off before, man I was now. I dropped everything I had in my hands, grabbed her by her shoulders, and pushed her up against the wall. “Did I not just say no to you? What the hell do you think you’re doing? I can’t believe you just did that. Are you trying to get me mad at you? Because if you are, you’re doing one hell of a job.” Looking frighten, Angie opened her mouth to answer me. Before she could say anything, “Those were all rhetorical questions. I don’t want you trying to justify doing something you knew I didn’t want you to do. Now, when I let you down,” I was holding her up on her tip toes, “you will walk, not run up these stairs. When you get to our floor you will wait by the door,” I said, dropping her to her feet. “Now get moving, and the less said the better.” Angie stood there naked, her arms crossed, rubbing the marks where I had been holding her. I hadn’t moved, and she was leaning against the wall to get even the two or three inches that I was giving her. She looked up at me, with her bottom lip between her teeth, and slid across the wall to start up the stairs. A Friendly Wager Ch. 07 Angie glanced down as her foot kicked the wad of clothing I had dropped there. To her credit, she stepped over them, and stated walking up the stairs. I bent down, picked up the clothes, and started after her. She hadn’t released her arms, and was just walking up the stairs as I had told her to. As I watcher her, a smile came to my face. Our combined juices were still oozing from her, and her upper thighs were coated with them. I also saw some bruises that had started to color fast because of the hot water. There was no mistaking what had caused them either. Five finger prints on each thigh. One on the insides, a few inches above her knees, and four on the outsides, but more to the back, anyone looking would know how they got there. When she finally reached the landing for our floor, she stood off to the side as I approached her. As I was coming up the last few steps Angie’s scared eye never left mine. Me, I was taking in the sight of her standing there. Her hair still pulled back in the ponytail, the blush that went all the way down her chest, her nipples standing out looking painfully hard, the juices running out of her shining in the light almost to her knees now. She could not have looked more like a little slut if she tried, and what was weird, was that it was almost like she WAS trying. I walked up to her, and stood very close. I stood there waiting to see what she would do. Her eyes were shining with tears as she looked up at me, with her having to crane her neck, because of my nearness. Angie lowered her eyes, and with a whimper reached for my hand, and pushed the bundle of clothes I had been carrying on the floor. Her breathing had turned to a panting, as she took my hand in hers. She turned the palm to her, and rising up on her tiptoes, she pushed my hand between her legs. I curved two fingers up, and pushed into her as far as they would go, and pulled up, taking her weight on the fingers. Angie gasped, grabbed my forearm with both her hands, and started to shake. As her cunt contracted around my fingers, I gave little tugs with my fingers. Angie stood there gushing her cream all over my hand, and down her thighs. As the shaking slowed, she slumped back against the wall, but wouldn’t let go of my forearm. I kept up a slow squeeze and release with my fingers, to keep the feeling going as long as possible. Her body kept having little fits of shutters, as I kept up the gentle squeezing. I reached out and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Well, did I pass your little test,” I said, in a horse whisper. Angie was just catching her breath, and still holding me against her. “Wh… what… do y…you mean t…test.” “Well, you wanted to know if I do what I said I would, did I answer your question?” I said, and gave a sharp tug with my fingers. “Oooo… y…yes, y…you answered the qu…question,” she said with a gasp. With a soft, wet squelch, I pulled my fingers out of her. I cupped my hand between her legs, and raked my curled fingers softly up through her slit, gathering her cream in my hand. My hand continued up from between her legs to her belly, where with slow circles I worked it into her skin. “Good, if there’s a next time we’ll see what the crowd in the main lobby thinks of a naked little slut walking across, with her hands tied behind her back,” I said, wiping the backs of my fingers off on her, and pulling my arm out of her grasp. I opened the door and glanced in both directions. Not seeing anyone, I turned back to Angie. “Pick that up,” I said, indicating the pile on the floor, “and walk down to the room. I’ll be right behind you.” Angie gave me a pleading look, but didn’t even ask. She bent down, picked up the bundle of her clothes, and started down the hall, at the fastest pace I would allow. When we got to the door, I made as though I had to find the keycard. Down the hall we heard a door open, and someone talking, as they entered the hallway. “Pleassssse,” she hissed at me, as her arms clutched the clothes to her. I swiped the card the card through the lock, and we heard the bolt open. Angie dropped the clothes in her haste to get the door open, and scrambled through. I opened the door all the way, kicked the clothes into the room, and closed the door behind me as the other couple was passing. Angie stood off to one side looking back, I guess to make sure the door was closed. I had never seen someone’s entire body blush before, but I swear even the tops of her feet were red. I laughed at her, and got the look of death as I herded her toward the bathroom for a shower. After I was done in the shower, I left Angie to finish with hers. I had scrubbed all the fun spots, anyway. I went out shaved, and brushed my teeth. While Angie finished in the bathroom, I logged on-line, and looked thru the yellow pages for some sites that had web pages that were more detailed about their owners. I wanted to find out all I could, so that there wouldn’t be any problems. I wrote down the address that met with the requirements I wanted, and got dressed as Angie fired up her blow dryer. I kicked back in my chair, turned on the radio, and watched her. Its kind of fun watching someone while they have their mind on something else, but it’s even more fun when the one you’re watching is a beautiful naked woman. Angie was brushing and blowing up a storm. She’d stop every once in a while, to look at something a little closer. She finally finished her hair, and started in on her face. She didn’t use much, so that didn’t take too long. With a final check in the mirror, she shut off the light, and started for the closet. She had finally lost her shame, at least in front of me, and walked unthinking to the closet humming to the tune on the radio. After opening the door, she reached for a garment bag I hadn’t seen before. Leaving it hanging, she pulled the zipper down giving me another nice view of her ass as she bent at the waste to get it all the way down. When she got it open, she started to go through the contents. After going through them a second time, she selected something. I’ve always gotten a kick out of watching a woman dress. It’s like, if anything touches her head, it will disintegrate. Angie slid her arms into the top, then held the neck open wide, as she slowly and carefully put it over her head. She settled it over her shoulders, and reached back to flip her hair out of it. It was a solid print black top, with a wide round neck that showed a lot of her smooth chest and shoulders, and it had short arms. It reached a little past her rib cage, and clung well to her. She reached back into the closet, and after a little rustling, she bent at the waist and stepped into a white skirt. As she slid it up over her ass, it was tight enough for me to see the muscles in her ass move. She zipped up the back, and it snuggled up to her back, and belly, ending at about mid thigh. She reached up, and held on to the doorframe as she fumbled around on the floor with her foot. Leaning against the frame, I watched as she worked her foot into a black high-heeled shoe. After she got the other one on, she closed the door, and went over to the dresser. She stood in front of the dresser, and picked up the small necklace she had left there at some time. She slid her hands under that shining dark hair, and after a moment she was done. High-heels, even shorter ones like these, do fantastic things to a woman’s body. They gave her legs that beautiful taught look, made her ass stand out more prominently, and arched her back beautifully. She looked at me in the mirror as she finished, and smiled at me, that little smile of hers. “What are you looking at?” she said as she finished, and turned from the mirror. “I’m ready if you are.” When I didn’t move, or say anything she came over to the side of the chair. She brought her hand up to the back of my head, and scratched her nails through the hair on the back of my neck. “What are you thinking about?” she said. “Maybe one of these days I’ll tell you,” I said, reaching over and rubbing the backs of my fingers over her bare belly. “Let’s go get something besides me, into this belly.” Her face lit up with a huge grin. “That would be a change, wouldn’t it?” When we hit the street it was just after twelve noon. We walked down to a little dinner, and had great time talking, eating, and laughing. After we finished, we just walked around looking in shops. We walked until Angie said her feet started getting sore, and we went and sat in a little coffee shop. “So what do you have planned for the rest of the day?” she asked. “I found the address of a place that does piercing. They advertise that they very safe, and clean. I think we should flag down a cab and go take a look, and if it doesn’t look a dive we’ll see what the place looks like on the inside,” I said. We were sitting at a small, kind of off to the side table, and she was facing me. As we sat there she kicked off her shoes and put her feet on the lower rung of my chair. I reached down and brought one up into my lap, and started rubbing it. Angie sighed and settled back in her chair. “That’s why you went and got me a fired up in the shower, and then left me there. Well, I guess you’ve made up your mind haven’t you? Oh God that feels good,” she said, as I ran my thumbs up and down the arch of her foot. “I’m still a little nervous about having it done though.” “Don’t worry, I told you we’re going to check it out first. You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. If it doesn’t look good, we leave it’s that simple,” I said, as I reached for her other foot. “Ohhh… you could do that for the rest of the day instead,” she said giggling. “Good try, but we can pick this up later,” I said. “Oh I suppose,” She said pouting. “Quit pouting. It’s not like it’s going to kill you. One quick pop, and it’s over. So have you thought about what you want to wear in your belly?” I asked, trying to distract her. “Yes,” she said blushing deeply. “But for now, just something that will sparkle for you.” Not wanting to get into anything here, I let that pass, for now. “Okay, get your shoes on, I need to find the restroom, then we’ll go.” “That’s where I’m headed too,” she said. After settling the tab, we went out and flagged down a cab. I gave him the address, and off we went. We were headed for the downtown area. As we were approaching an intersection, the light turned red. Across the street was the sign for the place we were looking for. I looked at the meter, and handed the driver his due plus tip, and pulled Angie out of the car. We crossed the street, and went over to stand near the front of the place. There was a large window that opened on what I assumed was the waiting room. It looked very clean, and the girl in the reception area looked professional. “It looks good from here, lets see what they are like in person,” I said. Angie’s grip tightened around my fingers, and her pale eyes looked up at me, worried. “Come on, I told you, if it doesn’t look good we’ll leave,” I said, pulling her towards the door. We went in, and went over to talk with the receptionist. She greeted us warmly, and handed Angie a clipboard, with the necessary forms that needed to be filled out. When she finished with the forms, the girl took Angie through a door way into back. Angie looked at me over her shoulder, and I could tell that this had her worried. I was standing in front of the window, watching all the people milling around the busy district. There were pubs, stores, restaurants, and shops of every kind, and just as many different kinds of people. Being Friday, and it being quitting time, the streets and sidewalks were full of people. I was so engrossed; I didn’t hear the two women come back into the room. I jumped as Angie came up behind me and took my hand. I turned to find her smiling up at me, a lot more relaxed then the last time I had seen her. I bent down and gave her a small kiss on the lips. “All done?” “Uh huh,” she said standing back from me so that I could see. I sat in a nearby chair, and pulled her in front of me. The area around her bellybutton was red, and slightly swollen, but the little gold ring and its crystal looked beautiful. I put my hands on the backs of her thighs and pulled her close. Leaning forward I kissed her belly, a little ways up from the ring, and looked up at her. “So did it hurt a lot?” “No, Gina did a great job. She used some kind of spray that made it numb, then she pierced me, and put in the ring,” she said scratching her nails into the back of my neck again. I gave her another kiss, and got to my feet giving her a kiss on the lips on my way up. “I’m glad she took such good care of you.” Leaving Angie admiring her new ornament in the light of the window, I went over to the desk to settle the bill. I paid Gina, thanked her for taking such good care of Angie, and gave her a nice tip. When I got back to the window, Angie was pressed up against it looking across the street, and trying to find a way to see better. “What, did you see a ghost?” I asked. She turned to me looking shocked. “No, I just saw Jon. He came from that parking garage over there, and went down to that place over there.” “Are you sure it was him? Does he work around here?” I asked. Angie turned back to the window shaking her head. “No, he works on the other side of town. Why would he be here? What is that place?” “How would I know, you’re the one that lives here remember.” I said. I could see she wasn’t going to let it drop. I took her arm, “Come on, and let’s go see what we can find out.” Smiling, and nodding to Gina, we walked out of the shop. We made our way across the street, and started toward the place she had seen him enter. As we got close Angie stopped. “You go… please. I don’t want to go, but I need to know.” “Are you sure about this? I asked. She didn’t say anything, only nodding. I left her standing there next to a shop front, and made my way to the entrance. As I turned to enter, a rather large gentleman stepped out in front of me. “Yes?” “I was wondering, what kind of place is this?” I asked. “Private,” was all he said. I fished into my pocket, and pulled out the money clip I carry. I flipped off a fifty, “Will this buy me a few answers?” He reached out and plucked it out from between my fingers. “What kind of place is this, and do you know that guy that just went in?” I said. “You mean Jon, yea I know him. He used to come in off and on. It’s been a lot more on, lately,” he said giving me a chuck in the arm, and grin. “And this place… well let’s just say, the old saying “no pain, no gain” is the club motto.” “So what, you mean like S&M?” I asked. “More like B&D. Jon there, met up with one of our more… how shall I say, aggressive lady members? He’s been coming by a lot the last couple of weeks. I’ve seen him leave here half dead, after she got through with him.” “Hey, thanks man. I appreciate it,” I said, as I turned to head back to Angie. When I got to her, just pulled her after me down to the corner to get a cab. “So, what kind of place is it? Was that Jon?” she asked. “We’ll talk when we get back to the hotel,” I said, not slowing. “Why, what’s wrong? Tell me what’s going on,” she said. “I said we’ll talk about it back at the hotel, now drop it,” I said, giving her arm a squeeze. I got us a cab, and we sat in silence, as we headed back. The End Chapter Seven Thanks for all the great comments. A Friendly Wager Ch. 08 This is a work of fiction intended for adults only. The cab pulled up in front of the hotel, and Angie and I got out. Taking her elbow, I walked us into the hotel, and over to the elevators, where we joined the group of people that were already waiting. As I glanced around I noticed the man and wife I had run into once before. His wife flicked her eyes at Angie, and then back at me, with a smile on her face. I gave her a small nod, and her grin turned to a huge smile as she gave me a thumbs-up. I almost laughed, but that would have probably resulted in my death, seeing as how Angie had no idea of our little exchange, or the reason for it. After waiting for the car to unload, our little group piled on. Angie and I got off at our floor, and went to the room. She was very quiet, as she pulled out her keycard, opened the door, and went in. When I got in, after locking the door, she was standing there waiting with her arms crossed, and looking very impatient. “Okay, we’re here now. Will you please tell me what’s going on?” “The guy I talked to was the security for a private club. It’s not the first time Jon was there, the guy new him by name. The guard told me Jon had been going there off and on for a while, but that in the last couple of weeks, he had been there quite a bit. It’s a B&D club, and the guard said that Jon had met up with a dominant woman there, and that it got pretty ruff at times. That’s all he was willing to tell me,” I said. Angie was standing there with a stunned look on her face. “He’s been going to this… place, to see a woman that beats him? My God, I can’t believe this. How long has it been going on? What’s her name?” “You’re getting me confused with Jon again. You see I’m the one fucking you. You will have to ask Jon, who is fucking him,” I said a little sarcastically. “What are you getting so pissed about, he’s not doing this to you, he’s doing it to me,” she said with tears starting to fall down her cheeks. “And just what is it he’s done to you? Did you want to be the one beating him? I’m sure if you tell him that’s what you want, he’ll be on his knees in front of you in a heartbeat. Is that what you want,” I asked, looking into her pale blue eyes. “You know it’s not,” she cried. “Then what?” I said. “There is no way I could do that. I mean sure I was always the one making the decisions, but I never dominated him like that. It’s just not in me, especially now. Jesus, I haven’t even been making decisions for ME,” she said, rubbing a hand over her new belly ring. “I don’t know what to do now.” “Well, you’ve got the weekend to think about it,” I said, kicking off my shoes, and going over to the bed. “God, that’s probably why he hasn’t even taken his shirt off in front of me for the last couple of weeks. I thought it was because of you and I. Jesus, that’s why he jumped so hard when I pushed him away with my foot. How could he do that to himself? How could he go there, and have some woman beat him?” she said looking at me. “So what is it you want me to say? I have no idea what makes some people tick, least of all someone like Jon. It’s obviously something he wants, because he keeps going back for more. But if you really want to know, you have to ask him. I can’t really say I’m surprised though,” I said. “What’s that supposed to mean,” she said angrily. “It means, I was more surprised when you told me you thought he was having an affair. I mean, first he sends you out to find someone else, and then he goes out looking for what, something younger? Then I thought maybe he was going out to find…, hell I don’t know, I guess maybe I thought he was out looking for a guy. It’s not like we haven’t heard that one before. I don’t know, I guess as long as it’s what he wants that’s all that matters,” I said, and rubbed my back. “I can’t say I could go in for that though. The last time someone hit me with a belt I was eight, and I knew for a fact that, that was one thing I could gladly do without.” “How can you sound so casual about this? What do you mean, as long as it’s what he wants? We are married you know?” she said angrily. “Look at your left hand and tell me what you see,” I said, getting a little angry now my self. Stretching her hand out, back up looking at the plain band and the large diamond, she said, “I don’t see anything but my wedding rings.” “Now, who’s bed were you in last night?” I said. “You know damn well that I was in your bed last night,” she said, those pale eyes flashing with fire. “Well those rings didn’t come from me. That means you’re not married to me, but you were in my bed. You don’t think maybe you’re being a bit one-sided here, do you? I mean I assumed you were here because you enjoyed what we do together. You don’t think Jon has a right to go find something that you weren’t able to give him, while you do?” I held up my hand when she made to interrupt me. “You’re going to try and tell me he was the one that started it. Look, if you had not wanted me to practically fuck you in that bar, that first night, do you think you would be here now? You were looking for something, you may not have known at the time, but you were. Well, Jon knew what he wanted and he found a way to get it. If you’re feeling cheated I guess I read a little more into things then I should have.” “I don’t feel cheated. I just can’t understand how he could do something like that? I thought I knew him. I guess I’m just having a hard time believing I didn’t know him as well as I thought I did. I never, in my wildest dreams would have thought he was doing those things,” she said, turning her eyes to the floor. “What’s the old saying ‘There’s no accounting for some peoples tastes,’ well if it’s what he’s looking for then that’s what matters. I can’t say I’m sorry. You’re kind of a pain in the ass, and you don’t have any tits, but I’ve kind of gotten used to having you around.” I was just barely quick enough to block the high-heel that came shooting at my chest from her right foot. The one from her left foot went high and left, but she followed it with a vicious body blow, as she ran up and jumped on chest. “Watch it buddy, my boyfriend says he likes my little tits,” she said, pinning my arms down, and getting her knees on them. She was trying, but I could see it in her eyes, she was not really as sure as she had been of things. I looked up into those pale eyes again. “That’s not all your boyfriend likes.” Angie’s eyes got soft and she shuffled back and lay down on my chest, and nuzzled her face into my neck. “It wasn’t that I felt cheated, as much as I felt guilty,” she whispered. “Why are you feeling guilty now?” I asked. “Well, right from the start this just felt so right, and I guess that’s why I have been fighting it. I had always thought I was getting everything I needed out of my life. Then you come along, and everything changes. In one week, you show me a side of myself even I didn’t know was there. I felt like I shouldn’t be letting you do this to me after all, I’m married. Don’t I have to show some kind of loyalty, or sorrow, or remorse, something, over what’s happening?’ “Then you get your hands on me, and all that goes right out the window. The things that you do to me, and the way you make me feel seem to overshadow everything. How do you do that? I mean I really had never looked outside my marriage before. Sure I looked at the occasional nice butt, or checked out guys with Kathy, but I have never once even let anyone get past the intro. Then here you come with some corny bet, and I just let you use me however you want. Hell, I start giving you things you don’t even ask for. How am I supposed to explain it?” she said, sounding a little distraught. I took a hold of her hair, and gently lifted her head, until she put her forearms on my chest to hold her self up. “Why do you feel like you have to explain anything? While we’re at it, just who is it you think you have to explain it to? What we do together is for us to share with each other. When I want some one to know what a little slut you are, I’ll show them. If some one asks, just tell them it’s none of their business, I don’t care who it is. If you don’t want to tell anyone, and that includes Jon, then don’t.” “I can’t just not say anything, the people that ask already know there is something going on,” she said. “I can’t just pretend it’s not, and I don’t think I want to.” “Then don’t. I told you already, I don’t care, but I don’t live here either. I’ll be leaving, and won’t have to face any of these people again.” Angie face showed a quick look of fear, but she covered it quickly by dropping her head down, and hiding behind a curtain of shiny dark hair. “You live, and work here. I’ll be honest, I would like to go out and do things, but I’ve held back because I didn’t want you to have to face people who might know you. I don’t think I can spend a whole lot of time with you, and keep my hands off you. Especially when you look like you do now,” I slid my hand down under the hem of her skirt, “and me knowing there is nothing to stop me from getting what I want.” Angie lifted her head, and gave it a little shake to part her hair. “I want to go out too, but I don’t know if I’m ready,” she said, and dropped her head blushing. “It’s not that I might run into someone. Sometimes when you look at me, I feel like I’m going to melt. I can almost feel how much you want me, just from the way you look at me. It kind of scares me sometimes, but most of the time, I just want you to take me. I love being your little slut, but I would rather it not be announced to the entire world.” “I can’t believe you,” I said with a chuckle. “You don’t think you announce it every time you go out? Have you looked at yourself lately? And now you get to show off that new little ring in your belly. I can’t wait to take you out.” Angie jerked her head up, and looked at me with bright eyes. “I know, we could call Kathy, she said she was going out tonight,” she said and chuckled. “She told me that she hated me. She says that she’s out looking for someone week after week, and I go out and find someone without even trying. She said she’s going to double her efforts.” “Well from the little that I’ve talked to her, she seems alright to me. If you think you can handle being out in public, because I’m telling you now there will be no funny business. If you throw one of your little tantrums, I won’t hesitate to correct the problem. And I won’t be stopped from enjoying you, either. If you think you can handle it, go ahead and call her,” I said looking her in the eye. “What do you mean by enjoying me? You wouldn’t get too crazy would you? I mean in the last week I have done things that for me were unthinkable in the past, but now they seem almost natural. What is it you have in mind?” she asked. “I don’t have anything in mind. All I’m say is, if I want to take you in my arms, and kiss you, or do whatever, I don’t want you getting all crazy on me. And don’t look at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” I said as I saw her start to say something. “All I’m saying is, you will be available to me at all times, so don’t be surprised if at some point I can’t help myself,” I said as I took a good handful of her ass and squeezed. Angie gave a small gasp, “I think I can handle it. Please promise me you won’t let me go too far.” I promise,” I said, because I had yet to find out what too far was for her. “I won’t let you go any further then arms length.” “You know what I mean,” she said giving me a shake. “Please don’t take me so far that I can’t stop. I don’t want to make a total fool of myself in front of Kathy.” “Okay, but you’ll pay later,” I said as I continued to caress her bare, smooth ass. “You know I love paying you,” she said dropping down, and giving me a quick kiss. Angie pushed herself up, and went over to the phone, pulling her skirt back down as she went. She picked up the phone and dialed the number from memory. After what must have been two rings she got an answer. “Hey Kat. What are you up to? …You didn’t get an answer because I wasn’t there. … You know damn well where I was,” Angie said blushing and turning away from me. “And you know the answer to that question too … Okay, okay, enough already listen, the reason I called was that you said you were going out tonight … Where is he taking you … Do you think he could handle it if we tagged along … Yes Daniel and I … Okay, we’ll meet you there at nine … Okay see you then … Ha ha very funny, you know I can find plenty of places to hide your body where nobody will ever find it … Okay see you then.” “They are going to a club downtown. Kathy said that they could meet us there by nine, because they are going out to eat,” Angie said. “I take it Kathy was trying to get all the gory details,” I said, and she nodded. “Just what did she say to piss you off?” “She said maybe she should go out without any panties, since it had done so much for me,” she said. “Maybe she should. So, we should probably go and get us something to eat too. Do you want to eat here or closer to where we’re going?” I asked. “Let’s go there. They have some great restaurants. The building that the club is in is kind of like a mall. There are three or four restaurants, a theater, and all kinds of shops,” she said. “It’s huge, five or six stories.” “Okay, let’s go,” I said going over to the closet. I stripped out of my jeans, shirt. I got out a pair of slacks and a shirt. After grabbing some clean socks, I was done and looking to see what was taking Angie so long. “Oh get away from me. You guys have it so easy. All you have to do is change and go,” she said, as she stood in front of the big, lighted mirror topless, putting on her make up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, what you’re wearing looks great to me, let’s go” I said stepping behind her, and wrapping my arms around her, and started playing with her new ring. “Nice try, but we’d be arrested if I went out like this,” she said, having to stop what she had been doing. I reached up and pinched her already hard nipple. “Where are you getting this WE shit from, no cop in his, or hers for that matter, right mind would even look at me with you standing there like this.” “Ya, well if you want to go, you are going to have to let me finish,” Angie said, looking at me in the mirror. I slid my hand past her new belly ring and right under the waistband of her skirt. I reached down, and cupped her bare pussy in my hand. “We could stay here instead,” I said, as I started rubbing her clit. “Mmmm, you were t…uhh, the one who said y… you w…wanted to take me out uhh,” she said closing her eyes, and leaning back. I pulled my hand out of her skirt quickly, and found the zipper in the back. I slid it down, and roughly pushed her skirt past her hips. Angie put what she had in her hands down on the counter, kicked her skirt from around her ankles and spread her legs for me. With one hand having a firm hold around her belly, I reached back down to her hot little pussy. Angie groaned, as I slipped my finger over that now hard little bud. I slipped my finger down, to wet it in her cream, and slid it back up to that hard clit, and started to rub back and forth over the tip of that hard bud. With a gasp Angie’s arms came up, and wrapped around my neck, arching her back, and spreading her legs. I dipped my fingers back into her juices, and smeared them up over her hard clit. I slipped my left hand down to the front of her swollen mound, and pulled up exposing her hard clit. With my wet fingers, I started to twist and pull on that swollen bud while Angie’s body started to shake. Angie had, had her mouth open but nothing was coming out. All of a sudden she gave a huge groan, her legs clamped on my hand, and the shaking got worse. It must have lasted a full minute. She stood there shaking, her mouth closed tight, with a continuous mmmm, sound coming from her, as her thighs flexed around my hand. I gave her clit a light pinch, and Angie almost doubled over. She grabbed my hands, and pulled them up to her belly. “Please don’t do that, it feels so good, it’s almost painful.” “You were saying how you didn’t want me to let you go too far. Do you consider that too far?” I asked, rubbing my wet fingers over her swollen belly. Still bent over, and looking at me in the mirror through her hair, “That depends on where we are. Here that was fantastic, in the middle of a crowded club, I would have to say that’s a little too far. Don’t let it stop you from experimenting though,” she said chuckling and leaning back against me again. “Oh, I don’t think you have to worry about that,” I said stroking her belly. “Are you sure you want to go out? We could order something up here, and talk about … world peace, ya that’s it, world peace.” “We already told Kathy we would be there,” she said laughing. “Besides, since I’ve been hanging around with you, I haven’t really being keeping up with current events. I think maybe you’re a bad influence on me.” “God, I hope so,” I said kissing her on the side of the neck. “Okay, finish up, and we’ll go get something to keep your strength up, I have a feeling you’re going to need it,” I said, and smacked her ass as I walked over to get my shoes on. I watched as she finished her make-up. With a quick glance at me, she wet a washcloth, and tried to wipe away any trace of what I had done to her in front of the mirror. All you had to do was look at her; she had that FFL(fresh fucked look) going full blast. She went over to the closet, and pulled out that white dress that I hadn’t seen since the first day we spent together. She stepped into it, and shimmied it past her bare, round ass. I had to admit it sometimes it’s almost as fun watching a woman get dressed, as it is undressing them. ALMOST. She pulled the top up, fitted the wide shoulder straps in place, and reached back to pull the zipper up. With a pointed toe, she pulled her white shoes out, and slipped them on. Reaching back into the closet, she pulled the matching jacket out, and went over to the vanity area. She put her lipstick, a small compact, and some Kleenex in the pockets. She went over to her purse, and opening her wallet pulled out her ID and a cash card. Putting those into the inside pocket, she slipped it on, and pulled her hair out, fluffing it. Turning she caught me watching her, and smiled. “What are you starring at? I’m ready if you are.” I walked over to her while she was fussing with her collar. Slipping my hands under her hair, I flattened the collar running my fingers from back to front. When I got to the front I took hold of her lapels, pulled her in close, and leaned down to give her a hot opened mouth kiss that almost got us going again. “What brought that on?” she said catching her breath. “Not that I’m complaining or anything,” she said smiling. “It just seemed like the thing to do at the time,” I said, as I turned her by the shoulders to the door. “Come on we better get going before I change my mind.” We made our way out of the hotel, and caught a taxi. Angie told the driver where we were going, and off we went. We had been out around the hotel, but never with anyone. I sat there trying to think when the last time I had been out casually with a woman. God, it has been years. Angie was chatting away, and I hadn’t heard a word. A pop in my shoulder woke me out of it. “Hey, you’re not listening.” “You’re right I wasn’t, sorry, but I am now. What is Kathy like?” I asked. “Oh she’s great. If there is anybody out there that can even come close to embarrassing me the way you do, it’s her. She will say anything, in front of any body. She’s the opposite of me. She has blond hair, and I don’t let her forget it, and green eyes. She’s about my size, only she has boobs.” The cabby cracked up, and Angie turned red as usual. A Friendly Wager Ch. 08 “So have you met the guy she bringing?” I asked, letting her off the hook. “No, she met him last weekend, and they have been talking on the phone since,” she said. As she was saying that, the cab pulled up in front of a six-story building. It was Friday night, and the place was teaming with people. I guess I hadn’t noticed how busy it was, on the drive over. I paid the guy, and we got out on the sidewalk, and made our way to the entrance. We went over to the directory, and Angie picked out a place she said was a little more on the quiet side. It was up on the forth floor, so we started making our way up via the escalators. Once we made it to the right floor, we walked to the other side to the restaurant. After talking with the hostess, they gave us a beeper, and told us all we had to do was stay on this floor. We started wandering around looking in all the shop windows. We came across a small boutique, and Angie wanted to go in for a look around. She started leafing through the racks, and I went to have a look for myself. In the center of the shop, I found a mannequin dressed in a fantastic outfit. Right away I knew Angie would look great in. It had three parts. The top was kind of like a halter; only it was a front loader with a solid back strap and collar. The skirt went to about mid thigh. It had a small split on the left, but otherwise fit snug. The third part was like a jacket that went down to the hem of the skirt. It was made of a soft poly material that almost shined. I got the sales girl’s attention, and asked if she could get copy of it in Angie’s size. She told me she would have it waiting on a rack by the dressing rooms. I went over to Angie, and asked for her shoe size. With a questioning look she told me, and I went off to find what I was looking for. I went over to the shoe display, and sorted through it. I finally found what I had been looking for, a black patent leather pump with a three inch heel. Nothing dramatic, but it would definitely make her legs look good. Finding the correct size, I went over and collected Angie, and took her back to the changing area. I picked the dress off the rack, and handed it and the shoes to her. “Try this on, and lets see how it looks on you,” I said. “What have you got in mind this time? The only cloths you usually want me in, are bed sheets. Are you getting tired of me?” she said smiling. “Not hardly, this looks and feels so soft, that I think you would look good in it. Plus, with the separate top I’m hoping to show off your new jewelry,” I said, sliding the backs of my fingers over the small bump pushing against her dress. “I might have known you would have ulterior motives. Oooo, it does feel soft. God, I hope it looks longer on me then it does on this hanger,” she said holding it up at arms length. I grabbed her shoulders and turned her to the changing room. “We won’t know until you try it on, now will we. Come on, before they call us back to eat.” “Okay, okay. Are you coming in to help?” she asked laughing. I shoved her through the curtain, and pulled it closed behind her. “If I came there to help, we’d probably get arrested.” “What, you’re not willing to go to jail for me? I think I’m insulted,” She said giggling. “Ya, well you’ll be going right along with me. You don’t think I’d let them take me alone do you? I’d tell them you held the curtain open to entice me in, and then you raped me,” I said laughing. “You creep, you probably would too,” she said. “You damn well better believe I would. What, you think I’m going to let you run around loose, while I’m rotting in jail? Guess again sweetheart,” I said. “And they say chivalry is dead. I guess they just haven’t heard about you yet. Okay ready or not here I come,” she said as she threw the curtain open, and stood there smiling, hands on hips. I stood there starring at her thinking we should be on our way to the hotel right now. There was just no way I was going to be able to keep my hands off of her in that. The top fit like a glove, showing her hard nipples trying to poke their way out, and you could see skin between the line of buttons that ran down the middle of her chest. The skirt sat on her hips low enough that about two or three inches of her belly showed between top and bottom, beautifully showcasing the crystal that sparkled at her bellybutton. “You’re starting to scare me. Remember, you said you’d wait until we got back to the hotel,” she said as she held her hands up, and backed back into the room with me following closely. “I lied,” I said, advancing slowly. “Do you really think I’m going to let you stand there looking like that?” With just the barest hint of a smile, Angie put her hands on my chest, and in a harsh whisper, “You can’t, not here.” The damn beeper went off. “See, we have to get back to the restaurant. Come on, you promised me a night out. I was looking forward to showing you off to Kathy.” “Okay, okay. Lay it on a little thicker why don’t you?” I took a hanger off the wall rack, and started putting her white dress and jacket on it. “Go ask the sales person if we can leave this here over night, and pick it up in the morning? That way we won’t have to pack it around all night.” “So I guess I’m wearing this then?” she asked. “Was there ever a doubt? I told you before we left that I wasn’t going to be able to keep my hands off you for the whole night. That,” I said pointing to her outfit, “just doubled the difficulty.” “That’s not fair, it wasn’t my idea to put this on,” she said pouting, and handing me her white shoes. “Oh well. Who said life was fair? The way I see it, I promised you I’d take you out. I also told you I wasn’t going to let anything stop me from enjoying you either. Don’t worry, I’ll wait until they have a couple of drinks in them before I get too carried away.” “Please don’t get too carried away. You know I love what you do to me, but you have to leave me some dignity. Kathy has never seen me like this, I want to show myself off, as much as I do, you,” she said looking at me with pleading eyes. “I can’t believe how sexy this dress makes me feel. I’d just like to have a good time with you and Kathy for a while, then we can go back to the hotel where I’ll gladly pay off the debt I owe.” “The interest on that debt is getting pretty high, you might not get out that easy,” I said. “Pile it on,” she said with a huge grin. “Don’t think I won’t. Now hurry up before they give away our table,” I said gathering everything together. When I got to the counter, Angie was waiting. She had a small clutch purse in her hand, which she was going to put the few things from her jacket in. The salesperson was kind enough to put all her things in a garment bag, and store it in their layaway space. The girl told Angie that the dress looked great on her, and after the usual blush Angie thanked her. We went to the restaurant, where the hostess also told Angie that she looked great. Heads all over the room turned and watched Angie and I walk to our table. Shaking her hair from her face, she looked over her shoulder at me, and her face just glowed. Her enjoyment seemed to radiate from her. After we were seated, drinks ordered, and received, we sat waiting for our order, and talked. “I’ve never felt so, I don’t know, I guess noticed. It felt like everybody was looking at us as we came in,” she said. “Not us honey, you. I told you when I picked out that yellow swimsuit; I have great taste in clothes. I can’t wait to see you without the jacket,” I said smiling, and wiggling my eyebrows at her. “No way. I know what you’re like when you get a look at my butt. You are just going to have to wait,” she said flushing. “This dress makes me feel terrific.” “That’s because you are getting used to looking sexy, and are starting to enjoy it,” I said. “I enjoy it because I know what is going to happen after a night of you trying to keep your hands to your self.” Angie leaned forward, and dropped her head a little. Looking at me through her lashes she whispered, “You’ve turned me into a wanton little slut, and I can’t wait to get you in bed.” “Well, what are we waiting for? When they come with the food, I’ll ask for the check,” I said. “No, you promised,” she said pouting again. “If you don’t stop pouting, I’m going to spank you like a little girl,” I said. “Yes daddy,” she said smiling. Just as she said that, our server arrived with our meal. We spent the next hour eating, with me trying to convince Angie to let me take her back to the hotel, without much success. We finished our meal, and made our way to the club, that was down a level. As we entered, Angie started to search for Kathy. She didn’t see her, so we went in search of a table. As we entered, a group got up and made their way to the exit. As they passed, I took Angie’s shoulders and steered her towards the small round table they had just vacated. As we were getting situated, I caught the waitress’s attention. She came over and cleared the table, and took our order. Angie and I sat talking, and listening to the easy jazz music being played by a lone young woman on a piano. It couldn’t have been five minutes before Angie sat up straight, and stated waving her arm trying to get someone’s attention. I looked over my shoulder to see an attractive blond woman dragging a man behind her in our direction. The blond woman, and her companion snaked their way through the tables, and made it to us without too much trouble. I saw that Angie had been pretty accurate in her description. Kathy appeared to be about the same size as Angie. Angie had also been right that the one noticeable difference was that Kathy not been neglected in the breast department. As they neared, Angie stood up and almost ran to hug Kathy. As they finished Kathy pushed at Angie’s shoulders, holding her at arms length. “Jesus, you look fantastic. Who are you, and what did you do with my shy friend Angie?” Kathy said, as she looked Angie up and down. “Oh my God, when did you do this?” she asked, as she reached down to pluck at the ring in Angie’s bellybutton. “I’ll tell you about it later, come on,” Angie said taking Kathy’s hand and leading them over to the table. I stood up as they got to me. Angie dropped Kathy’s hand, and took my arm pulling me in front of the two newcomers. “Kathy this is Daniel. Daniel this is my best friend Kathy, and…” she said with a questioning look at Kathy. “Tim,” Kathy blurted out. “Dan, pleased to meet you Tim” I said reaching for his hand. “Tim, how ya doing Dan?” he said returning the handshake. Grabbing my hand from Tim’s, “Daniel, I’ve heard so much about you,” Kathy said vigorously shaking my hand. “I take it you’re to blame for me having to compete for attention these days,” she said indicating Angie. “You know before you came along I didn’t have anything to worry about, now no one will even notice me,” she said smiling at a very red Angie. “Well, if you want to lay the blame somewhere, I’ll be more then happy to take the credit,” I said pulling Angie in front of me, “but I think it’s the woman that makes the clothes.” “Well, I would have to admit I’ve never seen her look happier. But I had no idea she could look this good,” Kathy said. I could almost feel Angie blushing. “Okay, you two can consider the ‘let’s see who can embarrass Angie the most contest’ a draw. Tim, it’s very nice meeting you, why are you punishing yourself by being out with this woman?” Angie said trying to distract us. “She said yes when I asked her,” he said with a smile reaching to shake Angie’s hand. Turning a mock glare at Kathy, “How unfortunate for you.” “Be nice,” I said giving her a little squeeze. “Ya, what he said,” Kathy said laughing. Kathy grabbed Tim, and I steered Angie to the two chairs on the other side of the table. As I sat down I pulled her chair closer to mine, and she moved it even closer. We had been talking for about half an hour, when Kathy asked Angie to go with her to the restroom. Something else about women I will never understand. Tim and I talked easily, about our work, and what we did outside of work. I saw Tim look up, as I felt Angie’s hand slip around the back of my neck. She stepped close, and leaned against my shoulder. Without even thinking, I slid my hand across the back of her bare thigh, and wrapped my right hand possessively around the inside of her left thigh, just above her knee. I smiled when I felt Angie clamp her legs on my hand. Kathy had a smile on her face when I looked at her. She had been watching Angie. “You know Daniel, I think I have to agree with you. I always thought one of her best features was her butt.” “Oh my God, I can’t believe you just said that. You bitch,” Angie said, as Kathy burst out laughing. I took a better hold of her thigh, “Hey, hey, no name calling, play nice,” I said, using my thumb to lightly rub the inside of her thigh. “And I was thinking that I agreed with what Angie said earlier, about you having nice boobs,” I said trying to turn some of the attention back to Kathy. It didn’t faze her in the slightest. “Ooo, good, someone finally noticed. See, Angie may be dressed nicer, and sure she has a nice butt, but,” she said throwing her chest forward, “you will notice who has the bigger boobs.” “Oh sure, throw that in my face,” Angie said pressing herself even harder against me. “Hey, a girl has to use what she’s got,” she said giving her shoulders a little shake. “So Tim is that how she got you? Did she walk up and start shaking her boobs in your face?” I asked, trying to bring him in on the fun. “No actually, she was bent over the first time I saw her. So I would have to say it was her butt that first got my attention. That is until she stood up, then I thought what a pretty pair uh, I mean face she had,” he said, as we all burst out laughing. I felt Angie’s nails give me a slight dig, as I moved my hand a little higher. Next time I talk to those ladies at that salon, I’m going to have to mention how much I appreciate what they did for her. But I now had a good hold of her thigh, at about the hem of her skirt, and I gave it a firm squeeze. Angie tried to act casually, but those nails were beginning to get a little painful. I pulled my hand from between her thighs, feeling her relax almost at once. It was a little premature on her part, because as I pulled it out, I slid it up. I slid my hand under her skirt, to her bare ass. Boy, you don’t think those nails are that long, until they are buried in the back of your neck. “You know, if you were sitting down, he wouldn’t have been able to do that,” Kathy said laughing, and pointing out that we were not alone. Angie decided to take her advice, and dropped into her chair, blushing like crazy, and glaring at me. “Hey I warned you,” I said try to escape the look. “And just what are you warning her about? He isn’t trying to take advantage of you is he dear?” Kathy asked smiling. “Not hardly,” I said laughing, “I warned her that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her all night, with her in that outfit.” “Well dear, if he warned you in advance, I don’t see how you can hold it against him,” Kathy said laughing at Angie’s blush. Holding up her balled right fist, “Oh I’m going to hold it against him alright. Right against his chin.” “Okay you need to cool down, Tim dear, take Angie and bring us back some finger food. That aught to keep you out of trouble for now,” Kathy said. “While you’re gone, we’ll discuss what to do with you.” “Yes mother. Jesus, who died and made you queen?” Angie said. “Okay, well I guess you’ve had enough wine. Be a good girl, and do as Kathy says. Go get us something to eat. While you’re gone, Kathy and I will see if we can’t find some place else to go,” I said. “Fine,” Angie said glaring at me, and muttering under her breath about me calling her a girl. She got to her feet and took off, with Tim trying to catch up. Kathy moved and took a chair nearer me, so that we could talk without having to yell at each other. “I have been trying for years to bring her out of her shell,” Kathy asked. “I don’t know how you did it, but I don’t even recognize her. Even her attitude has changed. She used to act like my mother I guess she figured that since she was my lead at work that meant she could boss me around all the time. Jesus, just now she actually acted like a spoiled child. And how did you get her to wear that dress? I’ve never seen her look like that in the whole time I’ve known her, I didn’t know she had clothes like that.” “As far as the dress goes, I bought it for her just before we went to eat tonight. And as for the attitude, I really can’t say. She has these little fits every once in a while, where she does act like a child that needs to have her butt spanked. Did she tell you about Jon?” “Yes, and I can’t believe it. I always thought he was whipped, but to go out and look for someone to literally whip him, my God I never would have guessed. I mean he would do anything Angie told him to, but I never saw that side of him,” Kathy said. “How is Angie taking it? Did she know he was looking for that in a relationship? She didn’t really want to get too deep into it.” “I don’t know if she told you how we met,” I said looking questionably at her. With a shake of her head, I knew that Angie hadn’t told her about how I had treated her that first night. “Well, I over heard Jon trying to convince Angie that he wanted her to find someone that could satisfy her. He said he knew he had not been doing it. He had dressed her up sexily, and had taken her out with the specific purpose of helping her find someone that could satisfy her needs. They were sitting in the booth next to me in a restaurant arguing about it, and I overheard the whole thing. That’s when she finally promised him she would spend one hour in the hotel bar, and then she never wanted to hear about it again, but only if he left and let her do it on her own.” Kathy looked so shocked, that it was almost comical. “To make a long story short, that night I went into that bar and did everything but actually have sex with her in that bar booth. Since then she goes on these little guilt trips, and her entire attitude changes in a moment. I have taken a few different steps to see if I can snap her out of it, but it always comes to me having to punisher her in some way.” “What do you mean by punishing her? You’re not into that stuff too are you? I don’t think I could handle the thought of Angie in pain just to satisfy someone’s idea fun,” Kathy said. “I have never, and will never hit her,” I said looking her square in the eyes. “I have made that perfectly clear to her, and she believes me. Ask her for yourself. No, quite frankly I use sex. She responds like no other woman I’ve ever known. She is constantly shocked, and embarrassed at how she acts towards me. She lets herself go completely. I have truly never met anyone like her before.” Kathy’s face broke into a huge grin. “I’m so glad to hear that. You’re all she talks about. It’s been Daniel this, and Daniel that since the day she met you. I was so jealous of her, here I am going out to clubs and bars to meet people, and she finds you. How much longer are you staying in town, and have you thought about what is going to happen when it’s time for you to leave? I can tell you right now, she is not going to handle your leaving very well.” “I know,” I said getting serious. “Yes I have been thinking about it, but I don’t really know how I’m going to handle it yet. I’m basically waiting to see how things work out between Jon and her, but please don’t tell her that. I don’t want her making a decision based on me.” “You don’t have to worry about me. What about the way she is acting tonight? I don’t think I like this new spoiled attitude she’s got going. How long does it take her to snap out of it?” A Friendly Wager Ch. 08 “I don’t think you have to worry too much about that. I’ll tell you what, you and Tim leave after a little bit, and when you come back you will see the difference I promise,” I said. “Okay, but what are you going to do? Why can’t we stay? You aren’t going to hurt her are you?” She asked looking concerned. “Far from it. If you keep your mouth shut I’ll tell you,” I said looking at her, and she nodded yes. “She has been getting easier and easier to arouse, witch in turn means that she is aroused more often. I am willing to bet that when she comes back she will have been thinking about how she acted before she left, and will try to make it up to me. I just may let her, but she is so shy I don’t think she would do it in front of you. She doesn’t want you thinking badly of her. She actually made me promise not to get her too worked up, and embarrass her in front of you. She is very passionate, and once she gets going if you think you don’t recognize her now, you would not believe how out of control she can get.” “I have never seen the person you are describing. She is always so conservative. I always pictured her in one of those antique bathing suits, the ones that had pants that went down to your knees,” she said chuckling. “If you saw the suit she wears when we use the hot tub at my hotel, it would probably make even you blush. The person you see at the office is the one I have never seen. She tries so hard to conform to what everyone expects of her, I think that’s why it is so easy for me to make her do the things I do. I expect only one thing from her, and she is more then willing to give it to me. She goes out of her way to make sure she gets all the attention she can from me. The fact that she is acting like a spoiled child is really only natural. She is trying to learn how to deal with this new side of her self. Sometimes I think she scares herself with how sexual she has become.” I looked up and saw them returning. “Here they come. Is there someplace we can go to dance? Nothing wild I have a hard enough time try to keep these big feet off of my date’s feet, let alone the people around me.” “I know a quiet place with a dark dance floor. It’s just the thing for the girl you’re describing to me,” She said with a smile. Angie and Tim each came up and put a plate on the table. One was piled high with nachos, and the other was full of chips and salsa. Angie had come up to the table on my right. After setting the plate down she stood up, and leaned against my shoulder again. As her hand wrapped around the back of my neck again, mine went back to her thighs. To hell with this slow and gradual shit, I thought to my self. I slid my hand to the top of her thighs, and took a good hold. Angie didn’t flinch. She didn’t try to stop my hand, or move away. The only sign that my hand was there were her thighs spreading just a little. The two across the table knew I had my arm around her, but because of the jacket, they had no idea where my hand was. As Kathy started to talk to Angie, I started to slide my fingertips back and forth along her bare, little slit. “Daniel and I thought maybe someplace with a dance floor might be nice. What do say Angie, are you up for a little dirty dancing?” Kathy asked smiling at her. “Uuhhmm, yes that sssounds like a good idea,” Angie said fighting to keep her voice as steady as possible, and digging her nails into me again As my finger made it’s way to the front of her slit, her hips gave a small twitch forward. I don’t think Kathy noticed, but to tell the truth I really didn’t care. Angie’s juices started coating my fingertips right from the start, now they were starting to coat her thighs as well. “You look a little warm, are you alright?” Kathy said looking at Angie, but with a quick wink at me. “I’m fffine,” she said in a bit of a hiss, as my finger made a slow slide up into her. The fingernails changed to a firm grip, as she now needed a little help standing, and she leaned a little heavier against me. I looked over to see a huge grin on Kathy’s face, and her looking at me. I gave her a small knowing smile, and turned my attention back to Angie. “Angie dear, are you sure you’re alright? You are starting to look flushed. “Nno. I’mmm ffine,” she stammered. I slipped my finger out of her, and slid my hand a bit down her thigh to take hold of it again. “Don’t you and Tim, have to take care of your check?” I asked, trying to get Kathy to go away. “No, I paid while I was up there getting the food,” Tim said. I guess I couldn’t blame him, after all he didn’t know what Kathy and I had talked about. “Thanks,” I said with as much enthusiasm as possible, “that will save us time when we’re ready to leave.” I gave Angie’s thigh a final squeeze, and used her leg to guide her into her chair. Once in her chair she moved so that her entire thigh, from her hip to her knee was pressing against me. She was breathing a little deeply, and she was a little flushed, but otherwise she looked okay. That didn’t last too long though. As she made to reach for one of the four plates they had brought, my hand found her bare thigh. The plate that she had just picked up clattered as her hand twitched, but she regained control well, and started to add some of the nachos to the plate. Her hand faltered again as I slid mine up to the top of her thighs again, taking her skirt with it. As the skirt was moved out of the way, my nostrils flared as her scent reached them. With her hands full, and in plain view, there wasn’t a lot she could do to slow me down. Turning my palm to her, I slid my hand down between her thighs. With my middle finger sliding down the center of her pussy, I scraped it down over her clit. I didn’t see it, but I heard her plate land heavily on the table in front of her. “Would you fix one for me honey?” I asked sweetly. Under her breath, “I’ll fix you alright,” she said, but she leaned forward to load a plate for me. I decided to give her a break, and pulled my hand from between her thighs, and tugged her skirt down a little. We sat talking and eating for about another half hour, and then left to find the place Kathy had mentioned. Once we got there, it was just as Kathy had described it. A small out of the way lounge, that had a mid-sized dance floor. The place had a very intimate feel to it. We found a table that was also dimly lit, and ordered a round of drinks. Kathy, Tim, and Angie were all starting to get a buzz going, so things were getting a little more interesting around our table. I looked out at the dance floor, and noticed that there were a lot of people dancing. The song that was playing was coming to an end. I slipped my hand between Angie’s thighs, and pushed my face into the sweet smelling hair by her ear. “Come dance with me, I need to feel you against me,” I whispered. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m taking my man to the dance floor,” Angie said. “That sounds nice. Sir could I interest you in a dance?” Kathy said to Tim. “Oh ya, like I’m going to turn down a dance with a beautiful blond,” Tim said getting to his feet. I reluctantly pulled my hand from between Angie’s thighs, and took her hand to help her to her feet. Pulling her in front of me I prodded her through the crowd to the far side of the dance floor. As the music started up, I slipped my hands under her jacket to the small of her back, and pulled her against me. Her arms went up around my neck, and she molded herself against me. Angie turned her face up, and pressed a kiss to the underside of my jaw. “Thank you for taking me out tonight. I know you would have rather stayed in the room, but I’m having a great time.” “It has been my pleasure. If we hadn’t gone out, I wouldn’t have found this dress, and that would have been criminal. You look fantastic. I have been having a hell of a time keeping my hands off of you,” I said. Angie leaned her head back to look at me smiling. “Well you haven’t kept them all to yourself, but I do appreciate your efforts. I know it hasn’t been easy on you,” she said grinding against me, “but I promise to make it up to you.” “Oh, I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about that,” I said, as I reached down with both hands and took hold of her skirt. With a slight gasp from Angie, I pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist. “There now, that’s much better,” I said as I filled my hands with the smooth bare cheeks of her ass. “Did I mention what great taste I have in clothing?” “I can’t believe you just did that. Someone is going to see,” she said. “Well if they are going to see something, let’s give them a good show,” I said. We had just about quit moving around, and were just swaying against each other to the beat of the music. To avoid the traffic of the dance floor, I moved us out to the outer edge of the floor, closer to the wall. I was just about to move in for the kill when someone ran into my back. “Excuse us,” Kathy said with a huge smile. Angie made some kind of a squeaking noise, and molded herself to me. I just turned and gave Kathy a scowl, “You my friend are starting to get on my nerves.” “Oooo, interrupting something, or is he always so testy?” Kathy asked leaning toward Angie. “Sometimes you can be such a pain in the ass,” Angie said. “Of course you’re interrupting, it’s what you do best. What there wasn’t enough room out there?” “You know anyone listening, would think you two weren’t glad to see us,” Kathy said. I made to turn towards them, and Angie just about tore the sleeves from the shoulders of my shirt. “We were just going to go back to the table, I’m sure we will see you there,” Angie said. “That’s not what it looked like you were doing,” Kathy said with a smile. “Tim I really can’t understand what you see in this woman,” Angie said pushing me towards the table. “Why do I have to sit down? It was Kathy’s fault not mine,” I said. “Because I know both of you. You won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself, and Kathy will not leave us alone. She will let you get me started, and then she will be pushing her way in. Now you just stand there for a second, and I’ll be able to sit down again,” she said, getting a hold of her skirt, and pushing it back down. “This sucks. I think it’s time we headed back to the hotel. The next time I take you out, we are going by ourselves,” I said as I sat down. Angie turned sideways, and sat in my lap with her arms around my neck. “So there will be a next time?” I wrapped one arm around her hips, and dropped the other to her thighs. “Of course there will be a next time. What, you don’t think I like showing you off? Now that you are enjoying yourself a little more openly, I would love to get out more. It’s just your choice of company that is getting in the way.” “I know, and I’m sorry, but I’m really glad you want to take me out again,” she said giving me a quick kiss. I slipped my hand up under the hem of her skirt, and held the inside of her thigh in the palm of my hand. “Why do you think I wouldn’t want to take you out? I mean, of course I enjoy having you all to myself, but I don’t intend to keep you locked away like a sex slave. Although that does sound appealing.” “It sounds more then appealing, but I would love to get out a little more. This is the first time I’ve been out dancing in years. J… nobody ever wanted to take me dancing,” she said blushing a little. “You can speak his name. It’s not like we need to avoid it you know. Honest, I know you’re married,” I said smiling. “I know you know, it’s just kind of hard to talk about him just now. I’m having a hard time getting my head around this change of life styles,” she said downing the rest of her glass of wine. “I’ve lived with him for years, and I still can’t believe it. Do you think he really enjoys having her beat him?” “Angie you’re going to have to ask him, I don’t know. All I know is I want to be buried inside you right now, so we need to get out of here,” I said slipping a finger into her. Her eyes got big as saucers, and her thighs opened just a bit. She was just as ready as I was, she just didn’t want to show it in front of Kathy. Angie bit her lower lip, and her eyes drooped a little as I slid my finger in and out of her. And then, as was getting to be her habit, guess who decides to put in an appearance. “Hey, you two break it up, we brought treats,” she said, as they put four shot glasses on the table. Angie’s thighs clamped down on my hand, and I had to stop moving. But I’ll be damned if I was going to take it out of her, it had taken me this long to get it in her. After she saw that I wasn’t going to push it, her legs relaxed a little. You know we may not have been together long, but you’d think she would have caught on by now. When her legs relaxed, I used the room to add a second finger. Which caused another quick clampdown on my hand, and a dig with the nails. I figure if she can up the punishment, then I can up the pleasure. While my fingers were being cooked inside her, I squeezed with the pad of my thumb, and her whole body shuttered. Her hand grabbed my neck, and she turned her face to me eyes wide. I felt her hot pussy clamping down on my fingers, and her juices coating my fingers again. I nuzzled my face in the hair by her ear, “You little slut, I can’t believe you just came on my fingers with them right there,” I whispered. “Oh God, please you have to stop. I’m going to get out of control, if you don’t stop now,” she whispered back at me. “Hey what’s going on, you do remember we’re here, right?” Kathy said. I shook Angie’s hair from my face. “You make it kind of hard to forget Kathy,” I said as I pulled my fingers out of her, and wiped them on her thigh. “I try. Look, we brought shooters. We are toasting our first time out together. Angie what are you doing, turn around,” Kathy said. Angie took a deep breath, and turned to the table keeping her head down. “You have been out with us all night, I would have thought you might have noticed that Daniel doesn’t drink,” she said trying to keep ant attention from herself. “Oh, well, I guess you will have to drink it for him,” Kathy said. “Jesus, you really don’t drink? What have you been doing all night?” “Drinking soda, and trying to spend time with my woman. Been having some problems with that second part. Seems every time I want some attention, someone keeps butting in.” “Well if you had wanted to be alone, you should have stayed home,” she said pouting. “I didn’t say I wanted to be alone, maybe just not so together,” I said smiling sweetly. “Jesus, if that isn’t a polite way to ask someone to back the hell off,” Kathy said. “I can be a pain sometimes, sorry. I keep forgetting that this your first time out together too.” She got a kind of devilish look to her. “And from what I’ve heard, you are behaving yourself very well. Maybe not as well as I thought,” she said looking at Angie’s face. Angie used that as a cue for her to get in her own chair. And as usual she was red as a beet. Kathy spread the shots out in front of each of them, putting two in front of Angie. “To our first time out together, may there be many more,” Kathy said. We all clinked glasses, and they all gulped down their shots. “Oh that’s disgusting, what was it? Angie said with a sour look on her face. “It’s Tequila, and it is not disgusting. The second one will taste better, come on bottoms up,” she said smiling at me. “I’m trying to make it easier on Daniel. I don’t want him to have to work too hard to catch you.” “Ya, he really needs your help,” Angie said downing her second shot. “You don’t need help to catch her? Is she that easy?” Kathy said laughing. “No she’s not that easy, but I have a small room. I can usually wear her out in a couple of laps,” I said laughing with her. “You two do know I’m sitting here, right?” Angie said glaring at us. I slipped my hand under her skirt again. “I know right where you’re at.” “Well Kathy, Tim, it’s been a great evening, but we’re going to go somewhere to be alone. That way I only have to deal with one of you at a time,” Angie said. “Oh come on, we were just having a little fun. What’s the matter, you can’t take a joke?” Kathy said. “That’s not why we’re leaving, and yes I can take a joke. We just want to go, okay?” Angie said. “Okay, okay I get the message. You’re okay right, not too pissed at me?” Kathy said. Angie got to her feet a little unsteadily, and went around the table. Kathy got, up and they hugged. “No I’m not pissed. You don’t think I know what you’re like after all these years? Its just time for us to go, I’m starting to feel the booze. I don’t want Daniel to have to carry me in.” Kathy looked at me over Angie’s shoulder. “I don’t know, I bet he would probably enjoy it.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her, “As long as there weren’t too many people around. I’d hate to get us arrested.” I stood up, and reached across the table, “Tim, it’s been a pleasure meeting you, maybe we can get together again sometime.” “Dan, pleasure meeting you too. We might just do that,” Tim said shaking my hand. Angie let go of Kathy, and went over to give Tim a hug. Kathy stepped up to me with her arms out. I bent down and put my arms around her waist, while hers went around my neck. “You be good to her, she deserves the best,” she whispered. “I know she does. I plan on seeing that she gets it,” I said pulling back, and smiling down at her. “I bet you do. Oh I probably shouldn’t mention bets around you,” she said loud enough for Angie to hear, “I know you take them seriously.” Angie pushed her way between us, and pushed her ass into me. She grabbed my hand and pressed it to her bare belly. “Yes he does take them seriously, that’s what bets are for.” “Well I’m not going to argue with that. I hope you two didn’t get too bored being out with us. We’ll do it again some time,” Kathy said. “We had a great time. You two take care, and we’ll see you later,” I said pushing Angie in front of me towards the exit. We made our way out of the bar, but it was becoming harder to keep Angie walking in the right direction. By the time we got off the third escalator she was leaning pretty heavily on me. We went out to the curb to flag down a cab, and I had to hold her against me to keep her from falling off her heels. “You should probably not have had those two shoots, I think they might have done you in,” I said. “You could be right, unless you can see the rotation of the earth too,” Angie said. A cab pulled up in front of us, “Nope, I think only you and those in your condition are lucky enough to get that view,” I said opening the door and pouring her in. I thought maybe I would have to try this again, because as I helped her sit, her skirt wound up almost up to her hips. She did pull it down as she scooted over to make room for me. I slid in, and told the driver where to take us. The cab pulled away from the curb. Angie, moving pretty quick for someone in her state, climbed up, and straddled me. This time her skirt did end up at her hips, but with the jacket I was the only one that could tell. “Sank you, for taking me out,” she slurred. “I had so much fun.” “I had fun too,” I said as I slid my hands up the tops of her thighs, and around to cup her ass. “Mmmm, I know you did. I can’t believe you did that to me right in front of them,” she said leaning forward to nuzzle her face against me. “You should consider yourself lucky that’s as far as it went, this dress was driving me crazy,” I said bringing my hands around to her front. After I played for a second with her belly ring, I popped the bottom button open. When she either didn’t notice, or just didn’t say anything I started my way to the top. As I hit the halfway point, “What are you doing? We can’t do this in a cab, you’ll get us arrested,” she said, but made no move to stop me. A Friendly Wager Ch. 09 This is a work of fiction meant for adults only. I finally did drift off to sleep somewhere around three or four in the morning, but I was awake by six, and decided I’d had enough of just laying there. Angie was still out cold. I moved her arm that was across my chest, and slid out from under the covers. I looked back to see Angie curl up, and burrow deeper into the pillows. I went over and found some workout clothes, and went into the bathroom to get changed. When I came out, the only thing that had changed was that Angie’s face was hidden behind a cloud of dark hair. I grabbed my bag and keycard, and headed for the elevator. When I walked in there was a guy peddling away on the cycle. I nodded to him as I went over to the treadmill. I pulled out my CD player and started to get into a good pace. While I was walking the guy on the cycle went over and used the weight machine. I punched the speed up a little more, and then finished with a short cool down. I dropped the CD player back into the bag, and pulled out the gloves. After I had been on the heavy bag for a while the other guy finished up his workout and left. With him gone I soon lost myself in my own little world. Jesus, what was I going to do now? I meant what I had said to Kathy, I had wanted to wait and see what happened between Angie and Jon. But Angie’s little bomb had kind of caught me by surprise. Then with what we had learned about Jon didn’t help things any. I keep wondering what goes on in this guy’s head? Did he intend all along for something like this to happen? I mean, you read or hear about a person with a husband or wife and children changing their lifestyles. Maybe that’s what he was doing. Maybe he just needed to be what he was, and couldn’t take it anymore. All I know is he was making damn little effort to keep this woman. I had kind of been defending him, but the thought that he was actually trying to get rid of Angie was hard for me to believe. How could she mean that little to him? They had been together a long time, and I didn’t know how Angie would take it if she found out that he had planned for things to turn out like this. This wasn’t helping me at all. I didn’t know if after all this time, I could open myself up to that again. Angie had gotten to me like no one had in a long time, but a short affair is a lot different then, ‘from here to eternity’. But I felt that if I could fall for anyone, it would be this woman. Who was I kidding? I had fallen already. She was all that I could ever want beautiful, passionate, sensual, and giving. I just don’t know if I can truly trust another woman. That young kid was gone forever. I had been around too many manipulative women. Women who think they know all the right buttons to push to get whatever it is they want. From hookers to hardnosed career women, if there was something they wanted, there was damn little they wouldn’t do to get it. It was no different with men. I know guys that do the same things; it’s just that with a guy I know where I stand. I guess it’s just that I was never hurt by a guy the way I was by a woman. Not very logical I know, but since when did logic count where love was concerned anyway? Then I started looking at it differently. The relationship I have with Angie is so far removed from the first one it’s unbelievable. With Angie, I take what I want, and we both get fantastic pleasure from it. I have seen her come to life. She enjoys being a woman, and it shows. She almost prances around in front of me, inviting me to take her. She knows the right buttons to push too, but the difference is I like those buttons pushed. She knows that all she has to do is to wiggle her ass at me, and I would be all over her. This was getting me nowhere. I knew my feelings for Angie were a lot deeper then lust, but I decided to wait and see if she felt the same way when she was sober. There is just no way I am going to open myself up for anything like that again. If it came down to it, and nothing more of the ‘L’ word was mentioned, I’d just pack my things and go. I’d probably regret it, but it beats the hell out of getting my guts kick out again. Okay, call me chicken shit, but if anyone was going to do that to me again, I figure I can do it to myself just as easy. This Jon had to be out of his mind. I know the old saying different strokes for different folks, but this guy had me baffled. When I heard him tell Angie what he wanted her to do in the bar, I had thought that this sounded like a great opportunity for me. I had given no thought at all as to why he was doing it. All I knew was that there was a woman in there that had given a promise to stay there and let guys hit on her. I thought it would be fun to have someone to play with while I was here. I thought that there was no harm in trying my luck with her. I thought I had nothing to loose. Jesus Christ, I need to quit thinking. My shoulders aching brought me out of my thoughts. I was drenched in sweat. I had been going at it for close to thirty minutes. I was no closer to having a solution to my problem, other then to wait and see how things went from here. I hate wait and see, but I didn’t see where I had a choice. If I were to just take Angie away with me, I know she would get into the biggest guilt trip of all time. There was no way I was going to let that happen. Not if what I suspected was true. I pealed off my gloves and shoved them in my bag, grabbed a towel, and wiped myself down. Picking up my gear, I made my way to the elevators, and up to the room. I let myself in as quietly as possible, incase Angie was still asleep. I don’t think she had even moved a hair, and it had been over an hour and a half. Dropping my gear, I went over by the bed, and stood listening to the light snoring coming from her. I smiled as I started to get out of my sweaty clothes. Dropping the last of them on the floor, I went to the bathroom, and started the shower. How was I supposed to handle this? Even if it was subconscious, I knew that she already had said she loved me. I knew I was starting to feel the same way, and that made it even harder. I had a hard time doing anything without thinking about how it would affect the both of us. I couldn’t even see her bare ass without want to jump on it. The way she was starting to open up to me was fantastic. Prancing around with nothing on just to entice me, had me thinking that if she could change so much in such a short time what would she be like if I could have her to myself full time. Just thinking about those little tits, and that beautiful round ass, was giving me a hard on. Angie had lost so much of her shyness that I was beginning to think she would eventually let me do anything, anywhere. I must have been pretty deep into what I was thinking about, because I didn’t feel or hear her climb into the shower. All of a sudden her arms were wrapping around my waist, and I felt a kiss on my left shoulder blade. Angie molded herself to my back, pressing those hard nipples into me. “Well good morning sleeping beauty. How are we feeling this morning?” I asked. “I feel fine. I’m lucky, I don’t usually get a hangover,” she said as her hands moved slowly down to my hard cock. “Oh my, just what have you been doing in here?” she said as her hands pulled my cock against my stomach, and stroked the underside of it from top to bottom. I know she felt my body shutter, as her hands moved up and down me. “I’ve been thinking about a hot little slut I saw in a bar last night. She was so hot I could hardly keep my hands off of her. And when I finally got them on her, the little slut came all over them,” I said. “Mmmm… I think I know the one you’re talking about. Next time she won’t be stupid enough to invite her friends along,” she said as one hand dropped down to caress my balls. Turning off the water, I reached around, and pulled her in front of me, and bent down for a kiss that turned into an open mouth groan from both of us. I sat down hard on the edge of the tub, grabbed the backs of her thighs, and pulled her over my thighs. Angie put her hands around the back of head, and pressed her belly to my face. I started kissing, and sucking at her round belly. Taking her ring between my lips and pulling gently while sliding my hands from the backs of her knees to the small of her back. The smell of her in that steamy shower was driving me crazy I thought, as I sucked a little harder, leaving a small hickey just to the left of her mound. I looked up at her, and she started to slide her body down my chest while keeping herself pressed to my face. When those fat, hard nipples got close, I moved my head to one after the other sucking and nibbling. Angie whimpered, and pressed my mouth harder to her tits. I loosened my hold a little, to let her continue the sensual slow slide down. Angie reached down with her hand, and guided me into herself. I was watching her face as my cock started to open her up. With her eyes half lidded, and a big open mouth grin, she looked into my eyes, and let her weight drop onto my hands. I let her drop, until she gasped about half filled. I stopped her there and reached to her nipples again. Angie was groaning, and squeezing me with her cunt. I pulled and sucked at those fat nipples, until they were swollen and sensitive. Then without warning, I let her drop a couple of inches. Her hands on my shoulders, she dug those nails in as she groaned, and dropped her head back. “Oh God I love the way you feel inside me,” she groaned. “I have to admit that I kind of enjoy it myself,” I said as I nipped at one of those fat nipples. I let her weight move her slowly to the bottom, and just sat there cooking inside her. I reached to my neck, and pulled her arms loose. I pushed her back, holding on to her forearms, until she lay back across my thighs. Letting go of her forearms, I took her hips, and pulled her even tighter to me. With her lying there, I started running my hands all over the front of her. From her knees to her throat, stopping here and there to squeeze, pinch, pull, or rub. I love it when her belly clenches me inside, when I find a particularly sensitive spot. I haven’t figured out if it’s my imagination, or if her clit was really starting to stick out further. It stands out so hard just begging to get stroked, and it feels so good inside her when I do. It was starting to get pretty sensitive, because she was starting to try and cover herself, not very hard, but I got the point. Pulling her up, I wrapped my arms around the small of her back, and ground her belly hard against me. Angie’s head was lagging a little behind the rest of her body, and when it caught up she attacked my mouth with hers. She was raining kisses all over my face, nipping at my lips, and jaw. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and she tried to suck it down her own throat. Putting her arms around my neck, she started pulling herself up a little, and letting herself drop back down. There wasn’t a lot of movement, but with her clenching me inside herself it was more then enough to drive us both crazy. Angie’s breathing had been getting pretty quick, and then all at once she held herself tight to me, whining into my ear as I felt her shutter against me. “Oh my God, oh oh ppplease don’t move,” she whispered into my ear. Well I didn’t move exactly, I just kind of started flexing inside her. Angie gasped and her shaking got a little worse. I started moving her hips slowly back and forth grinding her clit into the base of my cock. After feeling her shake against me for a while, I stopped moving. Taking a handful of hair, I pulled her face in front of mine. “Go get on the bed,” I told her in a gruff, and husky voice. I cupped her ass, as she planted her feet, and lifted herself off of my cock. The length of my cock was coated in a thin layer of white cream from inside her. She climbed out on shaking knees and made her way as fast as she could to the bed. As I quickly scrubbed a towel over my head and body, Angie was looking excitedly over her shoulder at me from her kneeling position on the edge of the bed. Her knees were spread wide, and her cunt gaped open at me oozing cream from inside her. I walked up behind her, and took a hold of her hips. In one motion I was buried all the way to the bottom of that hot cunt, and Angie gasped arching her back. I bent over, and reached under her body to find those long, fat nipples. Holding myself fully inside her, I pulled Angie up off of her hands. I pulled her shoulders back into my chest, and started caressing her front, from her bare mound up to those fat nipples. I’d stop at those nipples and pull them away from her body, stretching them. After a while they were standing out about an inch, and were so swollen that the slightest touch made her shutter. Without warning, I dropped a hand down and took a hold of her very swollen clit. With my dry fingers I had a pretty good hold, and I pulled it firmly out away from her. After the second time she was pushing my hand away, and fighting for breathe. I reached back to those swollen nipples, and while pulling them out I slowly slid my cock out. As I let her nipples go I shoved my cock deep into her belly. Angie fell forward onto her hands, and then went down until her shoulders were on the bed. I took a hold of her hips, and started slowly sliding my cock in and out of her. I used long strokes, pulling back until just the head was lift in her, and then pushing to the bottom of her without stopping. This didn’t last long though. Angie started pushing back at me harder, and harder. The dull smack of her round ass against my hips was getting louder, as she pushed herself back up onto her hands. Angie’s back arched drastically. She was bent so far her belly was rubbing on the bed. She had both her hands full of sheet to use as leverage to shove her self back at me. Her head was hanging down, and her body shown with a layer of sweat. I let go of her hips, and bent over her back. I reached under that swollen belly, and slid my hand to her cunt. The juices that were pouring out of her made getting a hold a little harder, but I was able to get her clit between my pinching fingers. As soon as I did, Angie’s body froze, her head shot up, and she gasped so hard it was more of a scream. Her arms gave out under her, and she found herself face first on the mattress. With her pussy clenching and releasing me, I started stroking into her again. This time it was my hips making the slapping sound, as I started to pump into her hard. As I started pounding down into her, Angie couldn’t stop shaking. Her face was still in the sheets, but I could hear her in an almost non-stop high pitch wale. Finally I couldn’t take the pleasure of her clenching me inside her anymore. I dropped my head back, buried myself in her, and roared as the tingles in my spine got me to shaking as I filled her up with my hot load. After I was sure my legs would hold me up, I pulled myself up off of Angie’s back. I could feel the slick, sticky feeling of two sweaty bodies pulling apart. With an almost loud slurp, I pulled my waning hard on out of her open cunt, and collapsed down onto the bed. I felt the bed shift, and assumed Angie was getting up. All at once I felt a very hot, and soft tongue sliding up and down my shrinking cock. It was a sign I had been waiting for. I had done a lot of things to Angie, but I had not forced, or asked her to suck my cock. I had wanted her to do it on her own. And there she was cleaning the both of our juices off of my cock. After a while she finished her task, straddled me, and lay herself down on top of me. I pulled her face to mine and said, “Thank you, that felt fantastic.” We kissed for what seemed like hours. Angie’s little moans as we kissed told me how much she enjoyed it. “Well that was a lot more fun then the workout I had earlier. I may give the gym up for good,” I said, smiling at her perched atop my chest looking down at me. “You were already down at the gym? Jesus, what time is it anyway? I must have really been out of it,” she said. “You were. When I got back you were still snoring,” I told her. “I don’t snore,” she said blushing. “You most certainly do. It wasn’t enough to rattle the windows, but I bet one more drink, and we would have had all the seismology labs in this region at our door,” I said laughing at her embarrassment. “You are such a lair. If I’m so loud, why hasn’t J… uh anybody ever said anything before?” she asked blushing a little. My eyes softened when I saw the conflict she had every time she thought about Jon. “Listen sweetheart, I told you before, you don’t have to stop yourself from mentioning him. It’s not going to hurt my feelings. Why should it, when it’s my bed you’re in? Do you want to talk about it?” “I don’t want to make you angry. There is really nothing we can do about anything,” she said as a dark look crept into her eyes. Angie’s head dropped, breaking eye contact, “You’ll be gone in a week, and then I’ll try and sort this out. It’ll be easier without you around to distract me,” she said, and I heard a small sniffle. I slipped my hands under her hair, took her face between my hands, and turned it up to mine. “Are you alright?” “No, but I’ll figure it out somehow,” she said as a tear made its way past her upturned nose. When the tear reached that beautiful wide mouth, it started to follow her upper lip to the corner of her mouth. When it got there, I leaned forward, and flicked it up with the tip of my tongue. “You don’t have to do it alone, I’ll help if I can,” I said. “You just did. I feel very wanted, when you get so out of control with me. It’s like you can’t help yourself, and using me is the only thing that will calm you down. Sometimes, it’s a little overwhelming the way you just throw me down and use me, but most of the time I feel like I’m going to melt inside. It makes me feel so hot knowing it was me that makes you act that way. I guess I really am a slut, aren’t I?’ “It seems like such a dream,” she said with a little half smile. “If you had been around me a month ago, you would never believe the difference. Ask any of our friends. They all thought I had the perfect marriage. I have a great job as a department head; my husband jumped at my least word, and followed my orders to a tee. All my married friends thought that would be their one true wish, and I had it. Jesus, if they only knew. What would they think of their prim little Angie if they had seen her cumming all over your hand after being made to run naked through a stairwell? Or marched through the lobby of a hotel in nothing but that tiny suit. Nobody would even recognize me now.” “Oh, I think you might be surprised how many of your married friends are probably looking for the same things you were. You don’t think you are the only woman to have fantasies do you?” I said smiling. “No, I know I’m not the first, or the last, but I’m the one that got to live hers out, and you have no idea how much I love it. I had no idea how much I would love it,” she said smiling down at me. “Well, we try to provide top notch service to all our valued customers,” I said smiling back at her. “Well, you have one very satisfied customer here,” she said with a kiss. I swatted her on her butt, “Come on, get off me, and let’s go get back in the shower. This time maybe I’ll even turn the water on.” “God, I guess I should be grateful that you’re at least going to clean me up when you’re done with me. What’s the rush? Is there some place else you need to be?” she said rolling off to the side, and letting me up. “As a matter of fact there is some place I need to be. While I’m doing that, you can go back and get your stuff from that boutique,” I said walking toward the bathroom. A Friendly Wager Ch. 09 “Where are you going? Why can’t I come with you?” she asked as she followed me in. “Look Angie, I need to take care of some things. Also, I’m going to see about making some plans for tonight, and I want it to be a surprise. You go get your stuff, and I’ll meet you back here at around three. Maybe you can get an appointment at the place downstairs. Just tell them to charge it to the room, and enjoy. When I get back, we’ll go see if we can find a nice place to eat, and head out early,” I said as I turned on the water, and climbed in. We spent a long time cleaning each other. I made sure to pay close attention to get her as clean as possible both inside, and out. As I was making sure Angie was squeaky clean, she had a great orgasm on my fingers. I drug her out, and dried her off, paying special to those fat, hard nipples. I left her to dry her hair, and get her self ready. I went out, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and was almost done dressing before she got out of the bathroom. I finished tying my shoes and went over to her, at the mirrored vanity area. I stepped up close behind Angie, “I’m going to take off. Try not to get into too much trouble,” I said, slipping my hands around the warm moist skin at her belly. Looking at me in the mirror smiling, “How much trouble can I get in without you there? It’s not usually me I worry about, it’s what you will come up with, to do to me out of the blue,” she said smiling. Angie turned in my arms to face me, and reached up for my neck. I bent down to give her a quick kiss, but with a small whimpering sound from her throat, Angie wrapped her arms around my neck, pushed her tongue deep into my mouth, and started trying to climb up my body. I dropped my hands to that beautiful ass, and lifted her up, as she wrapped both her arms and legs tight around me. Moaning in her throat, I felt her quick little tongue caress the roof of my mouth, and the rest of the inside. It lasted a long time, and both of us were taking deep breathes by the time we finally broke apart. “Jesus, what was that all about?” I asked, while holding her in front of me, and looking in her eyes. “Just saying good-bye. I wouldn’t want you to forget me,” she said in a whisper. I nipped at her pouting lower lip, “You don’t have to worry about that. You make it pretty hard to keep my mind on anything else.” “That was the plan,” she said giving me a quick kiss, a satisfied smile, and releasing me with her legs. “I’ll see you later this afternoon,” I said letting her go and moving for the door. “You try and stay out of trouble too,” Angie said turning back to the mirror. I went down to the lobby, and then out to hail a cab. Once under way, I gave him the address to the piercing shop we had been to yesterday. After paying the driver, I made my way to the private club that we had seen Jon enter that day. The same guy was watching the door. “Hey, how ya doing? Do you remember me from the other day?” I asked. “Ya, you were the one asking about Little Johnny. What can I do for ya?” he said. “I would like to speak with the owner, or manager if it’s possible,” I said. The guy reached into his inside jacket pocket, and pulled out a cell phone. After punching a couple of buttons, he raised the phone, and waited for an answer. “Ya boss it’s me. There’s a guy out here that would like to speak with you. Do you want me to send him in? … No I don’t know what it’s about, he was asking about Madam’s Little Johnny the other day. … Okay, I’ll send him in. You can go on in. After you get through the door, turn right, and go up the stairs. It will be the second door on your left.” “Thanks for all the help,” I said slipping a twenty in his hand. “No problem,” he said. As I got to the door, I heard the sound of the lock opening. There was a camera looking down on me from the top of the door casing. I went through the door, up the stairs, and knocked on the door. “Come in,” a deep voice boomed from inside. I opened the door, and entered a very ordinary looking office. I guess I don’t know what I expected, maybe whips and chains on the wall or something. A big man rose from the chair behind a large oak desk. Taller then me, he must weigh in at somewhere near three hundred pounds. The man stuck out a huge hand, “Eric Jarvace, pleased to meet you Mr.? “Colter, Dan Colter, nice meeting you Mr. Jarvace,” I said, reaching for the outstretched hand. “Well Mr. Colter, what can I do for you?” he said offering me a chair. “I know you don’t know me from Adam, but I’ve come to ask a favor. I would like to bring a woman here for one night, and cost is not a problem,” I said. “There are plenty of places, open to the pubic, that would be more then happy for your business, why here?” he asked settling back in what had to be a custom made office chair. It was huge like him. “Fair enough question. Your man out front told you that I had been inquiring about a guest of yours. The woman in question is his wife,” I stated bluntly. “Well that is interesting. What is your purpose in bringing her here? Does she know that he is one of my guests?” he asked. “Yes, she knows that has been coming here for a while, and that he has recently … shall we say, made some new friends. To avoid any questions let me tell you how we all became acquainted,” I said. I told Mr. Jarvace the story of how I had come to meet Angie. It didn’t seem to shock him at all. He sat and listened to the whole story, asking questions, and nodding. “So as to the reason for the visit to your club. I would like to sit in the background and let her see just what kind of a lifestyle he is getting involved in. I am trying to show her she shouldn’t feel guilty for any of this. I was also thinking of confronting him, to see if what I suspect about how this whole thing started is true,” I said ending the long story. “So you think he was looking for someone like you to either distract, or remove his wife from the picture so that he could pursue his dreams. I have to admit this is quite intriguing, and not at all unheard of. You say she is as submissive as he is. I can’t believe it’s taken him this long to break out,” he said with a small smile. “She never really showed her submissiveness until recently. She had taken almost complete charge of their relationship. I guess that just wasn’t enough for him,” I said. “It never is. When it’s in a person’s blood, they just can’t fight it. Pretty lucky on your part though, it sounds like you have made quite a find. Is she any good?” he asked. “When you said I was lucky, you were right,” I said leaning back in my chair. “I have never been with anyone as responsive as she is. I am looking forward to finding out how much more there is, when she sees that she could not have stopped this from happening. She has little bouts with guilt that drive me crazy. At first, one second she was cumming all over my fingers, in the next she is trying to treat me like she did her husband.” “Do you punish her when she behaves that way?” he asked. “Of course. I don’t hit her or anything, but a little humiliation goes a long way. It also has rewards. She gets pretty hot when I make her do something that she would never have considered doing on her own,” I told him. “It’s too bad you don’t use more force, but it’s not always required. Your story has touched a nerve. I would like very much for the two of you to be my guests this evening. I will contact Jon’s … how did you call it? I will contact Jon’s new friend, and fill her in on what’s happening. She will make sure he is here tonight.’ “I don’t know what you know about what goes on here, but in a very short time Jon has come a very long way. His mistress is in her fifties, and has been into this for thirty years, she swears she has never come across anyone so ready to be enslaved. I have to admit he has taken to it very quickly. He seems to be especially fond of the many punishments that are put upon him. How do you think his wife will react to seeing him treated that way?” he asked. “Angie is having a hard time just thinking about it. I’m still not sure if she really believes it or not. That’s why I want to bring her here, she has to see it with her own eyes,” I said. “So just what does go on here? Are there any rules we will have to observe while we’re here? Is there any kind of dress code? Sorry for all these questions, but I’m new at this,” I said. “There are no rules that you have to follow, it’s pretty informal. There is no dress code, but also there are no rules as to how little is worn. As for what goes on here, this is just a place where like-minded people can get together without anyone passing judgment on how other people live,” he said. “I can appreciate that. I’m not sure if you have any kind of policy on how open we are required to be, but I’m not much on sharing what’s mine. She and I have been exclusive in this so far, and I want it to stay that way. Is that going to present a problem?” I asked. “No. Our guests respect the limits other people put on their relationships. If there is a problem, talk to one of the staff, and it will be taken care of. You know she might benefit from some outside influence. It could be good for both of you,” he said I thought a little hopefully. “I’m sorry, but a long time ago I had a bit of a problem with that, and it will not happen again,” I stated flatly. “She is beginning to open up to me in ways I hadn’t thought anyone could with me again. I’m really not sure where we are headed, but I know it would not be a good time to add any more to the mix.” “It seems you have thought about this a lot,” he said. “Mr. Jarvace I have been thinking of little else since I met her,” I said thoughtfully. “They have been together a long time, and I’m not sure what is going to come of this, but I want her to see that she is not the one who made this happen. I also want her to see that there is little chance of ever going back to the way things were. I know she knows how she feels, but she needs to see what Jon now needs in his life.” “She might not like what you are doing to them. She might resent what you are showing her. I have seen how some people react, and it’s not always pretty. Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. “I have to. I have gone a very long time without letting anyone get close to me. Now that I have found some one, I don’t want her regretting anything that happens between us. I don’t know if any of this makes sense to you, but it’s how I have to handle this,” I told him. “Of course it is your decision. I will leave instructions for you to be escorted in when you arrive. I look forward to seeing the both of you tonight,” he said getting to his feet, and extending his hand. I got up, and reached for his hand, “Mr. Jarvace, it’s been a pleasure meeting you, and yes you will see both of us tonight.” I turned and left the office making my way back the way I had come. As I was going out the front door, the man at the front entrance was hailing me a cab. I thanked him for his help, and the cab telling him I’d see him later. I got back to the hotel at about two forty-five. I took the elevator up, and went strait to the room. Once inside, a quick glance around told me that housekeeping had been there, and that Angie wasn’t. Not wanting to sit in front of the TV, but needing something to do, I grabbed my laptop, and sat down to do few things to clean up after my short trip. I soon lost myself in some reports that needed to be sent off. It was four-thirty when I finally looked up at the clock. I finished up, and was just sending the last e-mail back to the office, when the door opened and Angie came prancing in with her arms full of bags, and packages. Her face glowed. She must have spent some time in a tanning bed. She had a huge smile on her face, and she had been made up beautifully. The shine on that long dark hair almost made it sparkle, and her wide full-lipped mouth shown with a frosted kind of lip-gloss. “Well, well, I see the ladies in the salon did their usual fantastic job. You look beautiful. It looks like you may have come back with a little more then your other clothes though,” I said smiling at her. “Why thank you kind sir, I’m glad you approve they really worked me over. And yes I did do a little shopping, but the girl there was so nice, and after the way you acted yesterday she had some really great ideas to show me. I think you are going to like what we put together. My God I haven’t felt like this since I was in school. This was one of Jackie’s choices, do you like it?” she said dropping her armload on the bed, and standing back for me to see. Angie twirled showing off the dress. It was a one piece, with wide straps over her shoulders. It hugged her torso, and flared at the bottom. It was short, simple, and very sexy. On her feet was a pair of new white three-inch heels. As she finished her show, she came to a quick stop throwing her soft, dark hair over in front of her left shoulder. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled up at me waiting for a response. “Baby you look beautiful. That dress is pretty nice too,” I said smiling down at her as I moved in. “No, it’s really a great dress, and it fits you like a glove,” I said taking her in my arms. “Now, you can’t start that or we won’t get out of here at all,” she said, but still wrapping her arms around me. “What about the rest? Do I get a fashion show?” I asked hopefully. “Not right now. I know you too well. If you see me in some of those, we won’t be leaving at all,” she said. I inhaled a deep breath through my nose, taking in the scent. “Those ladies at that salon do good work. Did you enjoy it more this time without the torture?” I said laughing at her blush. “I have you to thank for embarrassing me in front of them again,” she said putting her hands on my chest, and trying to push away. “Helen asked me if I wanted a touch up, and I thought since I lived through it before, what the hell. She got me in the chair, got my legs spread, and flipped the gown out of the way. Then with this big grin on her face says, maybe I don’t need a touch up, and that someone must think it’s smooth enough. I asked her what she was talking about, and she hands me a hand mirror. You big jerk, did you have to put a hickey right there?” “Right where?” I asked. “Down there,” she said dropping her head blushing like crazy. I didn’t say anything, but I picked up her chin so that I was looking into her pale eyes waiting for an answer. “Did you have to put a hickey right next my pussy?” she asked in a whisper. “No I didn’t have to, but it was defiantly a pleasure to do so. I don’t recall hearing you complaining at the time,” I said. “Well I’m not really complaining now, it was just a little embarrassing at the time,” she said smiling up at me. “Anyway I’m as ready as I’m going to get if you want to go and find something to eat. Did you finish making plans for tonight? Do you want me to change?” she asked. “Yes, I did get things rolling for tonight, and no you do not have to change. Let’s go get some dinner, and then we can go out from there,” I said. I went into the bathroom to take care of a little business, and while I was in there I saw her little yellow suit. I grabbed it, and stuffed it in my front pocket. It made a small lump that you could barely see. Considering where we were going later, you never know when a tiny bathing suit might come in handy. As I entered the room, Angie was hanging the last of her things in the closet. I leaned up against the wall, and waited for her as she went to the mirror and check things out. After a few minor adjustments, and a last look over her shoulder she turned to me. “What are you starring at? You’d think you had never seen a woman get her self ready to go out or something,” she said. “You know damn good, and well what I’m looking at, and you love every minute. You are starting to like me looking at you more and more, aren’t you?” I said. Angie blushed deeply as she came over in front of me. “I already admitted to you that I’m a slut, so I figure I may as well start acting like it, at least in front of you. I know how much you enjoy seeing me, and it gives me pleasure to let you see me. As long as you don’t get too carried away out there, I kind of enjoy it when you can’t keep your hands off me. My God I can’t believe I’m telling you all this. It’s just that … I don’t know. It’s just that you told me to tell you what I wanted, and sometimes all I want is for you to pay attention to me. I never thought anyone could be interested in me like that.’ “I’m not saying that I didn’t know I was an attractive woman, it’s just no one ever treated me the way you do. I feel more wanted from just one of those looks you give me, then I have in years, hell maybe ever. I never went out of my way to make anyone take notice of me before. Now it seems like it’s all I think about. You’re not getting tired of having to play with the same woman all the time are you? I know you said you used a lot of professionals, you aren’t getting bored are you?” she asked looking at me nervously. “What would possibly give you that idea?” I asked looking at her incredibly. “I’m standing here getting a hard on just watching you get ready to go out, and you think I’m getting bored with you? Jesus Christ woman, if you knew half the things I wanted to do to you, you’d probably be running away right now.” Angie stepped between my spread legs, pressed her self up against me, wrapped her arms around my middle, and looked up at me with those pale blue eyes. “I’m not running anywhere.” “Well it’s not like I’d let you anyway,” I said. “Good,” she said looking very pleased with her self. “Now that that is settled, how about feeding me? I need to keep my strength up if I’m going to keep up with you,” she said smiling up at me. I pushed away from the wall, moving both of us. “ We are going uptown, do you have any ideas on where you would like to eat?” “There are plenty of places to stop. We could take my car, that way we can pull in anywhere,” she said. “That might work okay. I’m starting to learn my way around, so if you have anything to drink, I think I can still get us back here,” I said. I bent in a mock bow, and swept my arm towards the door. “After you my lady,” I said smiling. “You are starting to scare me. If you act like this in public, someone is going to call for the men with the tight fitting jackets, and rubber truck,” she said moving for the door. As she passed I swatted her on the ass, and she gave a squeak, “You shouldn’t make fun of people. Here I am just trying to be gallant, and you make fun of me.” “You liar, you just want to watch me walk in front of you, you perv,” Angie said laughing at me over her shoulder, and rubbing her butt as she went to the door. “Well I have to admit I do enjoy the view a great deal. You aren’t going to hold that against me are you?” I asked closing the door behind us. Angie brandished her clenched fist in front of me, “I’ll hold these against your chin if you don’t watch yourself.” “I was hoping for something a little softer, and a lot wetter,” I said turning her to face me after she had pushed the elevator button. She blushed, and darted her eyes back and forth to make sure we were alone. “You know you can have that any time you want,” she said pale eyes shining up at me. The door opened with me holding one hand on her ass, and my favorite couple looking on, and smiling at me. “Nice to see the two of you again. How are you enjoying your stay?” “Not nearly as much as you,” said the woman. “It seems like every time we see you, you are taking advantage of this young lady.” “Oh he’s not taking anything I wouldn’t give him anyway,” said a very red Angie as we entered the car. A Friendly Wager Ch. 09 “Well, I have to admit we haven’t seen you put up much of a fight,” the lady said smiling, and glancing at Angie’s hand. “Are you two newlyweds? Or is this a second honeymoon?” I watched Angie cover her rings with her other hand, and a bit of a dark look went to her eyes. “I guess you could call it a second honeymoon,” I said. The lady looked a little sideways at Angie, “That’s so nice. That’s why we’re here too. Twenty years, and still going strong, how long has it been for you two? It can’t have been that long, or you would have had to take her out of grade school,” she said smiling, as the doors opened to the lobby. “We are going on our second week. I just can’t seem to work up the energy to leave this place,” I said smiling, and steering Angie to the front entrance. “I’m not surprised, you two seem to be having way more fun then we are,” she said elbowing her husband. “I hope you enjoy your second twenty as much as the first, ‘bye,” I said walking away. “Thanks for getting me out of that. I didn’t know what to say. It would be kind of hard explaining that you are not my husband, and I’m still wearing these,” she said glancing down at her wedding rings. “I told you before, you don’t have to explain anything to anyone. I was watching you when she asked you about us. Are you still embarrassed about being with me?” I asked. “No,” she said immediately. “That’s not it at all. Sometimes the guilt gets to me a little. I just wasn’t prepared for the questions she asked is all,” she said as she led me to her car. Angie unlocked the driver’s side, and pushed the button to open the rest of them. She drove a newer model Toyota Camry. It was a nice car, but a little smaller then what I’m used to. I have owned a full sized Ford Bronco since I was able to afford my first one. I still had the first one I bought. I restored it, and kept covered in my garage. The one I drive now is the last model year that they made. It’s just easier for a guy my size to climb in, rather then have to climb out after you’ve been sitting on your ass for a few hours. The small car made it a lot easier to return Angie to her former self though. The car had a four-speed. She slipped off her heels to drive, and the constant gear changing had her skirt up around the tops of her thighs in no time. A fact that I was quick capitalized on. I slipped my left hand between her thighs, and was distracting her as soon as we hit any open road at all. By the time she found a place where she wanted to stop, she was having a hard time keeping the car in our lane, and she was either speeding, or causing a back up driving too slow. Just as she pulled into a parking spot, I slipped a single finger into her. “You seem to be feeling a little better. At least on the inside,” I said wiggling my finger in her. “I can’t hardly help that, with you trying to make me wreck all the way here,” she said taking some deep breaths, and spreading her thighs. “I didn’t see you trying to stop me,” I said, still sliding in and out slowly with my finger. “W… would it have d…done me any good to try and stop you?” she asked. “No, but you could put up some resistance once in a while,” I said laughing at her as her she shuttered to a small orgasm. “W… w…why w…would I do s…something like t…that,” she stuttered gasping for breath. “Okay, you don’t have to. I was just trying to make you feel better anyway. I like it just fine when you just cum all over my fingers,” I said pulling my finger out of her, and putting it in my mouth to clean it. “I really don’t think you would let me stop you anyway, would you?” Angie said lying her head back against the headrest, and looking at me. “To tell you the truth, there is no way I could stop you anyway. Once you touch me, I’ll pretty much do whatever you want me to. Jesus, that sure makes me sound like your slut, doesn’t it?” “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I said looking into her pale eyes. “I know,” she whispered, “that’s …” she didn’t finish what she was going to say. After a short pause, I pushed my lips over hers, and we kissed for a long time. I was breathing heavily through my nose, and the car was fill with the scent of her. I cupped my right hand between her now spread thighs, squeezing her hot, bare slit in my hand. Angie moaned into my mouth, and her tongue tried to slide down my throat. When I squeezed and lifted with my hand a second time, she came all over it again. “Let’s go back to the hotel,” she panted as she pulled back from the kiss. “We can go out some other time.” I was so tempted to say yes. “I have made plans for us. But we can get started now. Take us back to that place where we got your belly pierced.” Angie got a worried look on her face. “Why? What kind of plans have you made? Am I getting something else done?” “Not this time. Maybe we’ll go there some other time for that. I want you to park in that parking garage across the street, and I’ll take it from there,” I said maybe a little too mysteriously. Angie looked relieved as she pulled out of the restaurant parking lot, and headed for the garage. It was still fairly early, but there were not a lot of open spaces left. I had noticed earlier that there were quite a few clubs near by; the place was probably pretty busy on the weekends. “Well, we are going to have a hike if the elevator breaks down, but at least we found a spot. This part of town is quite a hot spot, any later and we would be walking for miles. Do we have reservations somewhere?” she asked as we got out of the car. “Kind of. I got us a private table in a club near here. I don’t know the place that well, so I don’t know if they serve food or not. Food isn’t exactly what I had in mind anyway,” I said slipping my arm around her, and cupping one of her firm, round cheeks. Angie turned, and smiled up at me. “From the way you were acting earlier, I never would have guessed. So where is this place? You won’t get too crazy will you?” “You know, I have yet to figure out what you think too crazy is. You seem to love what ever I do to you, so why worry about it? You know I would never do anything to hurt you, don’t you?” I asked, and she nodded looking a little worried. “We are going to the club we saw Jon go into.” All the color drained from her face, and she tried to pull out of my grasp. “Why? Why would you want to take me there, when you know he might be there?” “That’s why. You need to see with your own eyes the things Jon has come to crave in his life,” I said taking a deep breath. “I see you still don’t get it. The reason it pisses me off when you get guilty is that you were right when you told me once, that it was Jon that started all this. I think maybe he had it planned, or at least hoped that you would find someone. That way, in his mind, he was free to actively seek out what he couldn’t get from you.’ “I think you may have had some thoughts about this once, when you told me you were talking to him like he was a friend that you could tell anything to. You had to be having doubts, it you that was out following him. I think he just couldn’t take it anymore, and had to see if he could turn his dreams into reality. He knew he could never get what he was looking for from you, and he couldn’t just leave you.” The tears finally made it over her lids, and made slow trails down her cheeks. “I don’t want to see it,” she whispered. “You are going to anyway. I won’t force you to confront him, but I am going to make you see him,” I said letting up my hold on her slightly. Angie’s whole body jumped in my arms, as some tires squealed on the concrete. “Why are you making me do this?” she said dropping her face to my chest. “Because you aren’t the only one that hasn’t seen the other side of this.” I reached into my front pocket, and pulled out the tiny wad of yellow cloth. “Put this on, or when we get in there you won’t have anything at all,” I said flatly. Angie jerked her head up, to look into my eyes. “You can’t be serious,” she said shocked. “If that’s the way you want it,” I said moving to put it back in my pocket. “NO,” she yelped, and looked to see if she had been heard. “I…I’ll take it. Can I keep my dress?” she asked, her body trembling against me. “Until we get to our table. After that, we’ll see. Put it on,” I said. Angie stepped out of her heels, and slid the tiny bottoms up to her hips. After adjusting the strings into all the right places, her head started darting right, and left looking for anyone. She quickly reached back and pulled the zipper down, and shrugged her shoulders out of the dress. I reached out, and tugged a nipple, and got my hand smacked. She quickly tied the top on, and tried, almost successfully I might add, to get it to cover her armor plated nipples. Once she had covered all she was going to, she straightened up, and got the top of her dress back up. After zipping up, and getting her heels back on, I was surprised to see a small smile on her face. “What’s so funny?” I asked. “This is more then I’ve had on under my clothes in a week,” she said looking up at me. I dropped down and gave her a quick kiss, and moved back a little to look into her eyes. “Don’t get too comfortable,” I said, and saw the worried look return. I took her hand and started for the elevator at the center of the place. We made our way out to the street, and turned towards the club. “Please don’t do this. Let’s just go back to the hotel, and I let you do anything you want,” she said in a hushed voice. I spun her to face me, and took her by her upper arms. “I’ll do what I want with you anyway,” I said quietly, looking into those scared pale eyes. “Don’t try to use your body to get me to do ANYTHING. What I want from you, I’ll take, and you know I will. This is going to happen. How it happens is up to you. I’ll walk in there with you over my fucking shoulder. I already told you that I wouldn’t make you confront him, but you are going to see what he’s beginning to need in his life. Now let’s go,” I said turning her, and starting back down the street. As we approached the front gate, the by now familiar sentry came up to greet us. “Nice to see you again. I see you brought us some company.” “Yes, Mr. Jarvace is expecting us,” I told him. “That he is. You go on in, and I’ll let him know you’re here,” he said pulling out his phone as we passed. I heard the lock click as we neared the door. Opening the door, I ushered a very pale Angie in. I let the door close, and stood holding her by the waist at the bottom of the stairs. The sound of those stairs creaking had us turning to see Eric Jarvace’s huge form coming down to greet us. “How nice to see you. I’m so glad you could make it,” he said pointing into the club with one hand. “Please come this way, and I’ll show you to your table.” He led us into a very large common room. It was dimly lit, but once my eyes adjusted I didn’t have any trouble seeing the whole place. He led us to the far side of the room, where up a couple of steps, and kind of back away from the main floor there were a row of booths. They all had high backed, U-shaped, soft leather benches. I looked out from where I stood in front of the table, and could see the entire room. I turned to see Angie standing in front of the table looking very small in front of him. “Mr. Jarvace this is Angie. She’s the woman I told you about earlier.” He took her outstretched hand, and kissed the back of it. “It is definitely my pleasure to meet you Angie, and it’s Eric.” “Eeee,” and Angie stopped to clear her throat. “It nice to meet you too, Eric.” “Why don’t the two of you take a seat, and I’ll send someone right over to get you whatever you’d like. We have a full restaurant, and bar. Just ask for whatever you’d like.” I stepped back, and let Angie slide behind the large table. It was covered with a dark linen cloth that hung like a curtain in front of the booth. Sinking down onto the seat it surprised me that the table came up almost to my chest. If we ordered anything to eat, Angie would need a booster chair. Her head and shoulders were all that were visible. After we got settled, I looked around the room. There was the start of a good crowd. I looked at a very wide-eyed Angie. She was looking out at the different people, and there were plenty of those. Looking back, I saw all different types. It seemed to me though it leaned more towards the BDSM scene. It seemed like every couple had a Dominate and a submissive. Some were much more blatant then others in how they displayed the difference between the two. Right in front of us, about twenty feet away, a woman in a shiny rubber suit had a woman tied across the table in front of her. She was totally engrossed in tweezing any stray hair she came across; on from what I could see was a very bare pussy. She was holding that pussy up for inspection with a hand that I couldn’t see, and I couldn’t see it because it was inside the woman tied to the table. I looked at Angie, who was watching the woman perform the task. “How do you feel about your waxing now?” I said chuckling. “Grateful,” she said starring. “Jesus, have I led a sheltered life, or what? Can you believe this? If you had this in mind for me, you were right, I would have been running.” “Well, having you tied naked across my desk at work could become a fantasy real easy, right about now. But I’m with you, what you and I do is pretty tame in comparison to this.” I said. A gorgeous girl clad in a short leather corset, and G-string came up to the table. “I’ll be serving you this evening, is there anything I can get you?” “Are you on the menu?” I asked leering at her. “As a matter of fact I am. If any of the staff appeals to you, all you have to do is ask. If they want to join you, the management totally encourages it. Whatever the guest wants, that’s our motto,” she said. I pulled Angie close to me. “I think I’ll stick with what I already have, thank you though. Seriously though, I’d like a large glass of club soda.” “I’d like a glass of chilled white wine, please,” Angie said. “I’ll be right back with your order,” she said turning away. “Wow, she has a seriously nice ass,” I said watching those bare cheeks shaking their way across the room. “I don’t think it’s that impressive myself,” said Angie sounding snide, and looking after her. I reached over and pulled her into my lap facing me. She was straddling me and the crotch of her yellow suit came into view. “It’s not as nice as yours baby.” “Oh ya right. She’s a young beautiful woman. Jesus, I’m over thirty years old, you don’t think I know I can’t compete with some little hard body,” she said avoiding making eye contact. “You are thirty-three to be exact, and if you think that has anything to do with how sexy you are, or how much fire burns in your belly you have been missing a large part of what we have been doing together,” reaching behind her. She gave a pretty good jump, and jerked her body forward trying to pull the zipper that I was sliding down her back, from between my fingers. “What are you doing?” she gasped. “After all this time dressing yourself, I would have thought you would recognize this gesture. It will make it easier for me to get this off you if I unzip it first,” I said sarcastically. The zipper hit bottom, and I dropped my hands to the hem of her dress. I gathered it up, and pulled it over her head tossing it on the seat a couple of feet away from us. She was on her knees straddling me, and it was easy for me to reach her feet, and remove her heels tossing them with her dress. Angie was throwing her hair that had covered her face, back over her shoulders as I was adjusting her top. I pulled it down a little so that you could see the sides of her dark areola come into view. She flinched, when she saw what I was doing, trying to keep herself covered as much as possible. “That’s enough. My God, I can’t believe you,” she said in a huff. “We could always see how you would look with out it. It looked to me like you made a visit to a tanning bed, maybe I want see how it looks,” I said reaching for the tie. With her hands on my chest Angie pushed herself away, taking the tie out of my reach. “I get the point. I’ll shut up,” she said looking at me nervously. Looking over her head, I saw our waitress returning. I reached to her hips, and pulled the string up higher. I gripped her by those bare hips, and turned her so that her back was against my chest. I could feel her shaking, but I’m not sure if it was nerves, excitement, or both. When she saw the girl returning, Angie tried to cover herself. I had been ready for that, and before she could, I got her wrists in my hands, and pulled them behind her back. “My that is an improvement. You have a very pretty slave there sir,” she said approvingly. “Thank you, I happen to agree with you, and she’s a hot little slut too,” I said hearing Angie gasp at the way I talking about her. It was the first time anyone had called her a slave. “I don’t doubt it one bit, look at those fat nipples. Are they pierced?” she asked. I let go of Angie’s wrists, and I’m not sure if she was too shocked, or had resigned herself to what was happening, but she didn’t try to cover up. I reached to her top, and pulled the two triangles aside exposing her very hard nipples. After I pulled them enough to really stretch them, “Do you think they would look good pierced?” I asked feeling Angie’s body go stiff against me. “Oh ya, that would really make her look like a slut,” she said, as Angie went off just from us talking about her. “Wow, she really is a hot one isn’t she, I haven’t seen someone cum without even being touched in a while. She gets excited easily doesn’t she?” “She is starting to. We were kind of hoping to see someone here,” I said changing the subject, to let Angie clam down a little. I didn’t need her going into over load before we even got started. “I’m not sure of the woman’s name, I’ve only heard her referred to as Madam. She would be in the company of someone named Jon.” “Madam, and little Johnny are here,” she said, and I felt Angie stiffen again. “They haven’t come down yet. Madam likes to get little Johnny heated up real good before she brings him out on the floor.” “Heated up?” I asked. “Ya, she says he isn’t any good to anyone until he’s had a good beating. I suppose she’s right, I’ve seen him be a nasty little prick, but he’s all smiles, and his little pee pee gets all excited after she takes a cat to his back,” she said, and put her tray down to talk. “You should have seen him the night he met her, he was begging her to keep beating him until he passed out. When he came to, he started up where he’d left off.’ “And that was nothing compared to when she pierced him in front of everyone. She actually had him bagging for her to push that needle thru his little pee pee. When it popped thru he came all over her hands. He’s supposedly married I can’t imagine what the little lady thought when her hubby showed up with a barbell thru the head of his little dick. Whoops, I have to get going there are some regulars that I like to take care of. I’ll be back to check on you,” she said as she walked away giving me another nice view. Angie turned herself to face me. She was pale as a ghost. “My God, do you think she was telling the truth? Do you really think he let her pierce him there?” “What possible reason would she have to lie about it? You heard her she doesn’t even know you are his wife. Eric said that this Madam had told him that she had never met anyone as ready to be a slave as Jon. He didn’t happen to mention the rest. I think he was looking forward to seeing your face when you first see Jon,” I said. “There is no going back is there? There is no way he could ever go back to just me is there? Not if I can’t do those things to him, and I can’t,” she said looking a little lost. A Friendly Wager Ch. 10 This is a work of fiction, intended for adults only. I felt a sob come from Angie as I held her to me. She was having a very hard time dealing with what she was learning about someone she had thought she had known for so long. I think learning a few things about her self along the way were helping, but she was still in shock over what she had learned, not to mention the situation she found herself in now. Wanting both to distract her, and get her attention on her own situation again, I slipped my hand up and untied the knot at her back. I went on to untie the one at the back of her neck too. I had pulled the fronts off her nipples earlier anyway, and she had never covered herself back up. She made a sorry attempt at getting a hold of it before I could, but when she jerked her body up, I snatched it from my chest where it had fallen, and tossed it with the rest. Angie pushed her chest back up against me, trying to gain what cover she could, and sobbed. I took her by her upper arms, and pushed her away looking into her frightened eyes. Then turned her back to me, and held her squirming shoulders against my chest. “Why are you doing this to me?” she said craning her neck up and around. “Isn’t it enough that you sit there and talk about me like I was an animal on display, do you have to humiliate me in front of the whole room?” she said sobbing, and still fighting me. “Don’t worry, it’s not like they haven’t seen a naked slut here before. Why should you get any special treatment when none of the others do?” I said. Angie’s body went into a small fit of shaking, and I heard her trying to stifle the whimper that made it out of her throat anyway. I turned her back around to face me, and she looked up at me with tear filled eyes, “I…I’m not a s…slave,” she whispered. “I didn’t call you a slave, I told her you were a hot slut. Maybe she’s seeing something I’m not, but we can get into that later,” I said. Angie quit squirming and fighting me, and I in turn released her arms. The only thing she did, was to reach up and push some of the hair that she had been whipping around, out of her face, and adjust the way she was sitting in my lap. She moved herself up higher, so that her soft hair was pushed against the side of my face. Then she snuggled herself against me, putting her arms around my neck. “What are we really doing here?” she asked. “What do you mean?” I asked. “This. Bringing me here. Treating me like this. What are you trying to do?” she asked sounding a little peeved. “I am not treating you any different then I have been. It’s just that here, there are people around to see it. Don’t worry they have all seen women like you before. And don’t sit there on that beautiful ass and try and tell me it doesn’t excite you. Your nipples could cut glass, and you already came all over me, with me not even touching you,” I said. “What do you mean women like me?” she asked quietly looking down. “Look around. There are slaves, and sluts everywhere. Here you are no different then anyone else. Relax a little. Jesus, you are already wearing more then most of the sluts in the room,” I said. And as if to prove my point our server came back from meeting up with the regulars she had seen. She was dressed a little different then when she had left us. Angie gasped when she saw her. She was now totally naked. Well unless you count the jewelry. She had rings thru both of her long nipples, I had seen the ring in her bellybutton earlier, and she had a ring in her clit. A single length of chain joined all the rings; it went from one nipple down to her belly, down to her clit, back up to her belly, and up to the other nipple. “Well, that’s what I call an outfit,” I said leering at her. “You like?” she said, raising her tray over her head, and giving a little spin. “That woman really knows me too well. I don’t know why I bother putting anything on at all when I come to work. All of my regulars know how turned on I get being naked. As soon as one of them sees me in anything, I don’t care if it’s my dental floss bikini they want it off. Hey, who am I to complain.” I crooked my finger at her. “Come here, I want a closer look.” Putting her tray on the table, she got her knees on the bench and walked her way over to us. “Was it very painful when you had these done?” I asked taking her hard, right nipple and its ring in my fingers. “They were swollen up for a couple of days, but after that it was even better then before I had them done,” she said as she reached forward, and took a gasping Angie’s, right nipple between her fingers. “Yours would look fantastic with rings in them. Jesus, if they could get the needle thru them, as hard as they are,” she said giggling. Angie stiffened, and had taken a death grip on my shoulders, as the girl took a hold of her nipple. I had no idea someone’s entire body could blush, and I don’t think she had taken a breath since the girl had got in the booth. She let out a huge sigh as the girl let go of her nipple. But she sucked it back in, in a huge gasp. “So is it just your belly or is this done too,” she said reaching for the tiny triangle that was loosing the battle trying to stay out from between a pair of very swollen lips while she straddled me. She was only doing it because she could tell what it was doing to Angie, and I didn’t stop her. You would have been able to see a speck of dust, with what little that suit covered. She slipped the tips of her fingers under the waistband, and lifted it away with the backs of her fingers. “Nope, no ring. That’s too bad. Wow, it’s sure smooth though,” she said, and rubbed her fingertips over Angie’s bare mound. Angie whimpered, and came. Her hot little pussy gushed a load of girl cream onto the girl’s fingers, and the front of my pants. For all I know it was only the third set of fingers to touch there, and even more probably the first woman’s. “Jesus, is she always like this? Are you always this hot honey?” she asked turning to Angie, and wiping her wet fingers off on her belly. All Angie could do, was moan and continue shaking as she came down. The girl toyed with the front of her suit. First she pulled it a ways away, and let it snap back against Angie’s clit. Then reaching between Angie’s thighs from the back, she pulled the front down until the top of her cleft showed while pulling the string up behind her. Once she had things the way she wanted, she slid her hand up, and tugged at the belly ring. “You would really enjoy having the rest done, honey,” she said dropping back on her heels and watching Angie recover. “I could never…” Angie started to say in a raspy voice. “Oh yes you could. What, you don’t think one slut can recognize another?” the girl said smiling at her. I gave a little tug on the ass cheeks filling my hands. “I think she’s got you there baby, I mean really all anyone has to do is look at you now, and they’ll know.” “So are you two going to become some of my regulars, I hope? She could get to be a lot of fun,” the girl said. I felt Angie’s body stiffen against me. “No I’m just passing thru. I’ll probably be gone by the end of the week, but a return visit my next time here is definitely going to be on my schedule.” “That is too bad,” she said dragging a red fingernail down the middle of Angie’s shuttering back. “I would have liked to have gotten to know this one better.” “Hey, the night’s still young, who knows anything can happen,” I said smiling at her over Angie’s shoulder. “Well, I had better get back to work, but my name is Glenda. If you need anything,” she said smiling, and snapping the string around Angie’s hips, “just let me know. I’ll make sure you get all she can handle,” she said sliding back out of the booth smiling. “Oh, don’t worry we will,” I said as she shook her ass out of sight. “I can’t believe you let her touch me like that,” she said against my neck. “Ya, I could tell it really upset you,” I said as I moved her to sitting in my lap with her feet across the bench. “You were almost in tears, just as you were cumming all over her fingers. God, I can’t take you anywhere. And look what you did to my pants. Now I’m going to smell like a slut too,” I said laughing at her blushing. She looked down at the stain over the hard bulge in the front of my pants. “Uh huh, I can see you were totally unaffected by it all. Or was it the sight of Glenda, and her a… outfit.” “Well, you have to admit it was a pretty nice one,” I said looking off in the direction she had gone. Angie had been snuggled against me, when she sat bolt upright, and gasped with her hand to her mouth. I followed her stare to a table off to one side but in clear view of ours. It gave me the impression that it had been planned that way. The center of her attention was a man in his thirties. He had was on the slender side, and wearing nothing but a collar and leash, and some kind of harness around his hips that had his hard little dick and balls on display. There was no pubic hair in sight, but you could make out a glint of silver at the head of his little dick. He was on his spread knees looking adoringly up at an attractive woman in her fifties. She had on a pair of shiny thigh high boots, and a shiny body suit that had a zipper that went all the way between her legs. The zipper was down a ways showing that she had a large pair of tits hidden in there. Besides the leash that she had in her hand, there was a slender black rod, about eighteen inches long that dangled from a strap around her wrist. As we looked on, the woman tugged at the leash, and the slave on the floor moved in front of her. When his back turned to us Angie stifled another gasp. His back was criss-crossed with wicked red stripes. From his shoulders, to what I could see of his ass nothing but stripe after stripe. I looked at the woman, and saw her looking at me. I knew then that Eric had told her about us, and this was planned. She gave me a small nod. I’m sure Angie never noticed all her attention was on the slave at the woman’s feet. I saw her say something to him, and give a tug on the leash. The man fell to his belly and started kissing the woman’s booted feet. “My God, she treats him like a dog,” Angie whispered into her hand, still starring. “I don’t see him complaining, do you? By the look of that little dick, I would have to say he is very happy to be there,” I said. “Oh my God, Glenda wasn’t lying. Look, you can see there is something silver in the head of it. Glenda said that the woman did it to him, herself. I can’t believe he could let her do that to him. Look at his back. How could anyone find that enjoyable?” She turned to me with tears running down her cheeks. “How could I have known him for so long, and not known he wanted this?” “The person you need to ask about that is over there on his knees. I would like the answers to some questions too, should we go over and see if the nice lady would let us talk to him?” Angie clutched at me desperately. “Oh God, please no. Don’t take me over there,” she said her eyes wild, and scared. “Oh, that’s right. He has probably never seen what a hot, little slut you are, has he? Do you really think it would make any difference to him to know that you are almost as much of a slave as he is?” I took her thigh and pulled it across mine, and then took a good hold of that lovely ass, and looked into those scared, pale blue eyes. “You are you know,” I whispered to her, as she shook her head denying it. “You sit there shaking your head, but look at yourself. Here you are out in a public place, naked as the day you were born, and you are so hot the whole room can probably smell you.” “I’m not,” she whispered. “You’re not what? Hot? Tell that to someone whose pants aren’t being soaked by your hot little cunt. Someone that can’t feel the heat radiating from your whole body,” I said. “No, I’m not a slave. Why are you doing this?” she asked with a shocked look on her face. “Just what am I doing to you.” I asked looking into her frightened eyes. “From the night I met you, I’ve been asking you to do things. I never used force, well not much anyway, and you did them all, and then some. How can you sit there, with your hot little cunt leaking all over me, and tell me you don’t like what you’ve become?’ “I know you think that because you are not some young little hard body, that you aren’t supposed to be behaving this way. Since when did youth become a prerequisite for sexual fulfillment? You are the most passionately responsive woman I have ever had. How often do you suppose women cum from just being talked about? I barely have to touch you anymore, and you cum on my fingers. You heard Glenda. She saw at a glance what you were. The only one you are fooling is yourself, and I don’t really think you are doing a great job there.” Seeing movement in the distance, I glanced over Angie’s shoulder, and saw the woman at the table get to her feet. As she stood, she pulled Jon up by his collar. After giving him a little inspection, she said something to him. His eyes immediately went to the floor, and with a smile of satisfaction on her face turned to look at me. I think Angie had just run out of time. I was holding Angie right on my hard bulge, her head down giving a little sob every now and again, and wringing her hands. “That’s a pretty little slut you have there,” the woman said in a pleasant, conversational tone. Angie stiffened and leaned into me, putting her hands on my shoulders trying to cover herself. “Thank you, I think so too. Your ahh, friend seems very well trained,” I said. “Oh this. This isn’t a friend. This is my Little Johnny. Thank you about the training though, he is new but he’s coming alone nicely,” she said stroking her fingers on the back of his neck. In her heels she was, I suppose, six feet tall. She was taller then the bare footed Jon, and with her big tits she looked bigger then him too. “She looks like a pleasant arm full. I like bigger boobs though,” she said flatly. “To each their own,” I said. “What she lacks in size, she more then makes up for in sensitivity. I can make her cum just from playing with her nipples,” I said. Angie started shaking against me. She turned her face to my neck, and I heard what was almost a silent chant. “Please no, please no, please no….” “That sounds like fun. Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before, and I know everyone that comes here,” she said taking a seat at the end of the bench. Jon went to his knees immediately, keeping his head down the whole time. “Yes. I’m only in town for a few more days, and unfortunately I only just heard of the place,” I said “Oh, that is too bad. It’s nice that you bring your slut with you to help unwind though,” she said glancing at a still shaking Angie’s back. “She doesn’t have much for boobs, but she has a lovely backside,” she said as she ran the backs of her fingers over the arch of Angie’s ass. There was a loud ‘YIP’ in my ear, and Angie shuttered against me clutching my shoulders. “Oh my, I see what you mean by sensitive. My name is Madam Vivian by the way,” she said almost blandly while watching Angie shaking against me. “Madam, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Daniel, and this shameless little slut cumming all over me is Angie. I didn’t bring her with me, though. Can you believe I picked her up in a bar? She’s married, but I overheard her and her husband talking in a restaurant. He wanted her to let some guy pick her up. Well, I had her cumming all over my fingers right in the bar that first night, and since then she has spent most of the last week keeping me very happy.” “Wow, it was very nice of him to give his wife to you like that. It sounds like she was almost as ready to be taken as this one,” she said shaking the leash of a very agitated Jon. The only time his head even twitched, was when I said Angie’s name. She had trained him pretty well. “I saw him come in here a few times over the last few months. Then, about a week ago he came in two days in a row. Well, I had been looking for a new toy for a while, and he looked so in need, I took pity on him.’ “As responsive as she is, this one is just as bad. The first night I got my hands on him, he was begging to be beaten. I beat him until he passed out, and when he came to, he crawled to me on his knees, and bagged me to do it again. Three days ago, kneel up,” she said jerking the leash, “I thought he might look nice with some jewelry. I laid him across a table in front of the whole room, and pushed a big piercing needle thru the head of this hard little pee pee. The little prick came all over him self, and me. After I shoved this barbell thru there, I had to beat him for cumming without permission. I’m not sure witch he enjoyed more,” she said chuckling. “Wow, I don’t think I’d like to try that, if you don’t mind. I see by his hand that he’s married. What do you suppose his wife thought about that when he got home that first night?” I asked, really wanting to see if Jon reacted at all. He just dropped his head further. “I don’t suppose that she HAS seen it. He has been sleeping at the foot of my bed since the night I did it,” she said, petting the back of his neck. “You see, I’ve been looking for someone like Little Johnny here for a long time. That first night, when he came to after passing out, and crawled to me I knew this was the one. If the little bitch, he’s married to comes looking for him, she’ll just have to wait her turn. If, and when I get done with him, she can have him back. Maybe.” Angie’s body was covered by sheen of sweat, she still had her face in the crook of my neck, and she was still shaking. She gave a small whimper at the woman’s words. “Is she always so shy?” she asked nodding towards Angie. “She has a beautiful, bare back, is she as pretty from the front?” she asked. “Oh, the view only improves I assure you,” I said sliding my hands up from her ass. Angie’s nails dug into my shoulders, and her body went rigid. I got my hands on her upper arms, and could feel the muscles corded, trying to stop this from happening. I started to push her away from me, and heard the smallest of whimpers leave her throat. When her face was in front of mine, she looked at me shaking her head and ready to cry. As I continued to push her away, her arms went to cover her little tits. As I held her in an upright position, I smiled at her. “This woman just watched you cum all over me, again, and you’re worried that she’s going to see your little tits. I can’t believe you sometimes,” I said as I roughly turned her until she was facing the older woman. When she didn’t move her arms, I reached to her wrists, and slowly pulled them to the small of her back. That bowed her back a little, which showed her off beautifully. “Oh my, she is lovely isn’t she? Johnny what do you think?” the woman asked, and Angie whimpered dropping her head back so that she didn’t have to see his face, which only deepened the bow in her back. I watched Jon slowly raise his head, and look at his wife, sitting in my lap, while he was kneeling on the floor by his mistress’s feet. He looked very shocked to see her as she looked now. Angie was facing the woman. She was sitting on her left foot, and my lap, while her right foot dangled off the bench. Her back was bowed beautifully, showing off her little round belly, with it’s own new adornment. Glenda had adjusted the bottom of that little yellow suit so that Angie’s hard clit stuck out over the top, and the rest of the suit was between her swollen lips. “Johnny, shut your mouth dear, what do you think? Doesn’t this man have a pretty little slut?” She asked him, giving a slight tug on his leash. “Can you believe some man would give a slut like that away? Do you think a boy like you could ever satisfy a slut like that?” A Friendly Wager Ch. 10 “Well?” she said when he didn’t answer. “No mistress. I don’t think a boy like me could keep a woman like that satisfied,” he said dropping his head. Angie’s head shot up. “Jesus Jon, what are you saying, I’m your wife?” she said trying to sit up a little “What are you doing? Are you just going to throw away all the years, and everything we’ve had together? You’re just going to let this man take me?” she gasped. “Look at you. Who let who take whom?” Jon said incredibly. “Yes, when I started this it was because I had to find out if this is what had been missing from my life. I thought the best way for me to do that would be to see if I couldn’t distract you long enough for me to see what was on the other side. When you came home that first night, and told me what this man,” he said look at me for the first time, “had done to you, I knew two things; one, that there was no way you could give me what I was going to go looking for, and two that you had enjoyed giving him what he wanted from you.’ “The way you talked about him, I knew there was nothing you wouldn’t give him. By the looks of things, I was right about that. You are a slut,” he said acidly. There was a splat sound, as the wide loop end of the leather leash smacked into his face, causing both, him to fall back on his heels, and Angie to gasp and shy away from the woman. “That will be quite enough out of you my boy. Who are you to judge anyone? Not when you’re on your knees licking my boots, and loving every second of it. Don’t think I don’t know what you had in mind for this poor girl when you started this. It’s not her fault, that when you sent her out to get her out of your way, a real man got his hands on her. Do you think because you couldn’t satisfy the little slut, that some man might come along and just take what you couldn’t? Hah.’ “Look at him. Do you think for one minute you can take his slut from him? Look at the front of his pants. You see that big, hard bulge there? Look how the whole area around that big bulge is soaked. Do you really think you could make that sluts cunt leak it’s juices like that? That takes a man, not a boy like you. A boy like you needs a woman like me that will take what she wants from him, isn’t that right?” she said flicking his ear with the tip of that thin little rod. Jon dropped his head. “Yes mistress. I’m sorry mistress.” Ignoring him, the woman looked at me. “Why don’t we get together later this week? I’ll leave word that you are my guest. Just come in as often as you want. Bring your little slut, or the management has a nice variety to choose from.” I felt Angie’s body flinch at that. “That way we can get to know one another better.” “I’d be delighted. I’ll leave my number with that pretty little waitress, and you can get a hold of me to let me know when. You had better plan on earlier in the week. With me leaving at the end of it, things will be getting pretty crazy,” I said. “It’s a date. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go have a talk with this one,” she said standing and jerking Jon’s leash. Jon gave a last long look at Angie. While his eyes were on her I reached in front of her, and tweaked her clit. Her body jumped at my touch, and her eyes darted to Jon to see if had seen it. When she saw that he had, and the contempt that showed in his face, she sobbed and dropped her head. “Are you done humiliating me now? If you are, can we go?” in a small voice. I turned her back into me. When she wouldn’t look at me, I pulled her close, and reached up, and took a good handful of hair turning her face to me. “We will leave when I’m ready. We have a few things to talk about. Namely, what was all that shit about him just letting me take you? He didn’t LET me do anything. I saw you walking away from me in that restaurant,” I gave her ass a squeeze, “and I knew I wanted this ass. I went in that bar, and took what I wanted.’ “When you went home that night, he had every opportunity to stop this then. He made absolutely no effort to keep this from happening… to keep you. You told me yourself, he encouraged you at every turn. He said the same thing, and you’re still trying to take the blame for it.’ “Look, I’m the first to admit I did everything I could to turn you into the hot little slut you are now. But do you really think I could have gotten so far, so fast if you hadn’t wanted it to happen too? You’re sitting here in my lap, naked, and leaking juice out of that hot little gash, and you still think you are going to stop this?” I said angrily. “I not naked,” she whispered. Her gasp was almost a shriek, as I pulled her body away from mine, by her hair. I reached down to the small triangle in between her swollen lips, and yanked it from her hips. I held the little scrap in front of her tear filled eyes. “Now you are fucking naked,” I said tossing it away. “Why do you insist on playing these games? He told you himself, that he wanted to get you out of the way, and you are still trying to feel guilty. I know you’re not stupid, if you were, I wouldn’t have bothered with you in the first place. So what is it?” When she didn’t answer, I gave her head a slight shake “What is it?” Her eyes dropped, but again there was no answer. “Fuck this,” I said tossing her off of me, and on her side on the bench. “I’m going to the hotel. Don’t bother following me. Just go the fuck home, or where ever I don’t care. I just don’t want to see you. Maybe some day you will come across a guy that enjoys the types of games you play. I wouldn’t count on it though. I also wouldn’t count on seeing much of your hubby either. He’s having the guilt; if he had any to begin with, beat out of him right now.’ “I’ll have your things sent to your house. I told you last time I’m done playing games with you Angie. Maybe you and Kathy can keep each other entertained. I’ve had my fill,” I said turning on my heel, and striding for the door. As I passed her, Glenda tried to stop me. I just kept walking, and not looking back. The only thing I stopped for was a business card with the club’s address, and phone number on it. I went out, and noticed it was pretty dark. I guess I had lost track of time, in the dark club. The man at the gate saw the way I looked, and was gratefully silent, as the cab pulled up to the curb. Not speaking I got in, and told the driver where to take me. Well, that pretty much settles that. I guess I wouldn’t have to worry about what to do about the little slut when I left. Jesus, I was shaking I was so pissed off. Why did she always have to do that? I thought after hearing what Jon had said, she would accept the things for what they were. There was no going back for Jon. His new mistress had his number, and I don’t think she will be done with him for a long time to come. I laughed at myself. I envied the little prick. Here he was on his knees, being beaten, and God knows what else, and I envied him. His mistress had him where she wanted him, and he loved every second of it, with no thought of where it would lead, or how she would take him there. He had given himself to the stern woman with that little black rod of hers. I had no doubt that she would keep exactly where he wanted to be, on his knees, at her feet. The cab pulled up in front of the hotel, I paid the fare, and went to the desk. I made arrangements to change my room, and to have one of the bellhops bring up a couple of boxes. I would fill, and address the boxes, and then they would ship them. With the use of one of those luggage trolleys, I was able to get all my stuff in one trip. I packed the boxes myself. I didn’t want anything to happen to the nice things she had bought. Hopefully the money wasn’t wasted, and she would find someone to wear them for. When I finished them, I called the desk to have them send someone up for them. I also made sure that they noted that I didn’t want my new room number given to anyone. I waited to see that the boxes were taken, and then went up five floors to my new room. After entering, I tossed the card on the table, and started pacing. Why? Why did she insist on these games? She had heard the same things I had. She had seen him with her own eyes, and still she doesn’t talk to me. I looked at the clock, and saw it was late as hell. Sunday was going to be one long day. I calmed down a little, and started to wind down. I’m sure was going to have plenty of time to think about this in the days to come. I started stripping out of my clothes. I needed to get some sleep. As I was cleaning out my pockets, I came out of one pocket with the card from the club. I stood there and looked at it thinking back to what Eric had said. I had thought finding out the truth would make Angie and I closer. I told you I needed to quit thinking. He had been right when he said some people were better off not knowing. I tossed the card on the table and collapsed on the bed. After taking a couple of very deep slow breathes through my nose, I sat up again. I bent down to the clothes I had been wearing, and picked them up. Walking over to the closet I threw them as hard as I could onto the floor of the closet, and slammed the door. I went back over to the bed, and sat wondering how long it would take for the smell of her to die down? I rolled over, and buried my face in a pillow. That’s the last thing I remember, before passing out. “What’s is it now?” I said angrily into the phone. Sunday had been almost more then I could take. I spent the whole day out just walking around, finding anything I could to distract me. Sunday night was even worse. It’s amazing how quickly you can get used to some things. And it was even easier when that something was Angie. Monday was easier on me, maybe not on anyone around me, but it was nice to have some distraction. Like I said though, it was pretty one sided. While I had been there, I had gotten to know and like the support staff of people that had helped me get the change of policy, and ideas across to the rest of the remaining employees. Unfortunately those same people were on the front line when I got to work that first mourning. I was in a seriously foul mood. It started with my first cup of coffee, and didn’t quit until I … well it didn’t really quit at all. I even got cross with the cute girl, Pam that had been serving me meals since I got there. It was the first time I had stopped to eat all day, and I was in no mood for pleasantries. She tried to start a conversation while she was taking, and delivering my order. After I snapped at her, she didn’t stop at my table again other then to drop off the check, and she didn’t say a word when she did that. Seeing her eyes let me know she had not appreciated being treated as she had. I left nice tip, and made a mental note to myself to apologize to her. Tuesday mourning was no easier, on them or me. After the day before, everyone walked on eggshells around me. Everyone avoided me that could, and that just pissed me off more. So at around two-thirty when the phone rang, I’m sure whoever it was knew that I didn’t want to be talking to them. “My, my, you do sound upset dear. Daniel, this is Madam Vivian,” she said in that sophisticated sounding voice of hers. I had forgotten to call the club, to give her my number at the hotel. It was a complete shock hearing her on the phone at work. “Ah, … Madam it’s nice to hear from you. How did you get this number?” I asked out of curiosity. “That’s not really important,” she said dismissively. “I’m calling about our little get together. You do still want to get together don’t you? I would very much like to talk with you some more about things. You mentioned that you were going to be leaving soon, and I would enjoy us talking before you do.” “Madam, I would love to get together with you, but yes I am getting ready to finish up my business, and just don’t think I can make the time. Maybe, if your invitation still stands, I’ll stop in at the club next time I’m in town.” “Of course the invitation stands, dear boy, but I wish you would come by before you leave. Please. I can promise you it would be well worth your time,” she said sweetly. “Madam I’d love to, but I just don’t think I can. Maybe next time,” I said. “I will not take no for an answer. I know, from my little pet, that you and his wife had a bit of a falling out, but you can still come by and talk with me without her. Now I’ll be expecting you tomorrow night. Eight o’clock. Don’t be late. Punctuality is always rewarded, and the lack of it never forgotten.” “Madam I c…” that old bat hung up on me. I slammed the phone down. That was just one more thing that had gone so well today. Since my door was open, the fifty something lady, that they had provided as my assistant, looked disapprovingly at my little display. Okay so I was stuck. I know the woman didn’t know me, and what could she do to me anyway, but I already knew I’d be there at eight sharp. Christ, like I wasn’t having a hard enough time keeping my mind off that little slut, now I was going to end up surrounded by even more of them. My disposition only improved for the rest of the day. Ya, right. Wednesday, it was like being on my own planet. When I got near, conversations stopped, people turned away, some even ran away. I sat in my office and stewed. Seeing what an asshole I had been, I figured I could let everybody have a day without my, oh so friendly personality, getting in the way of their work. It’s not like I could tell anyone there what the problem was, anyway. I had plenty to keep me busy, but I had the attention span of a flea, and did more starring at the screen then typing. Every once in a while my elderly assistant would feel sorry for me, and bring in a cup of coffee, other then that it was a pretty useless day. I managed to get my daily stuff done, but it took the whole day. I left feeling pretty drained, thinking only of getting up to my neck in some scolding hot water. Back at the hotel, it didn’t get any better. The walls closed in, and there wasn’t even anyone to take it out on. I’ll tell ya what didn’t help, I had gotten the clothes that I had worn to the club out of the room the next mourning, but in the short time they were in the closet, her scent had entered every pore of every thing I owned. I thought fuck it; I refuse to send everything out to get cleaned. There I go thinking again. I’m ninety-nine percent sure; that the suit I had worn on Tuesday must have been right over my pants. Coincidentally, that was also the day I was the biggest asshole at work. I got into my room, changed into some trunks and sweats, and took off for the hot tub. I got to the room, dropped my towel and sweats, and powered up the jets. I climbed down into the bubbling hot water, and went all the way under. Coming up out of the water I found a reclining seat, made sure all the jets were pointed in the right direction, and lay back with a sigh. I figure if I showed up at work, and actually got something done, I could be out of here by Friday. Once out of this town, I can get back to normal. Whatever that is. At least maybe I could get back out, and bury myself in another project to help pass some time. Then I got to thinking about tonight. What could this woman, and I possibly have in common now? What did she want from me? Then I thought about that little slut Glenda. It might be nice to see all of her again. Okay, ya I’m a pig. But you really have to see things from my side. Other then the short out of town trip, I had been fucking Angie non-stop since we’d met. It’s pretty hard (pun intended) to go cold turkey after her. Thankfully I don’t usually remember too many of my dreams, but waking up with a hard on that doesn’t go away, for the last three days, was getting old. I hope this woman didn’t have something in mind to include me into her little games with Jon. She is an attractive woman, but definitely not my type. What the hell did she want? I suppose she could have gotten Jon to find out from Angie, where I worked. Why go to the trouble though? The jets kicked off, and I sat there in that quiet little room, and tried to figure it out. When I got tired of sitting there getting just as frustrated as I’d been at work, I went over, rinsed off, and went back to the room. I went in, and took a shower. I got into a pair of slacks, and a button up shirt. I decided against the hotel café, and instead went down the street to a smaller deli, and got a sandwich. I was done eating by six-thirty, and just walked around looking at nothing, trying to put together some reason for this little get together. I went back up to the room, did a little business, washed up, and went down to get a taxi to the club. I decided it was doing no good getting too worked up over something, that I couldn’t control. I’d just go with things until I didn’t like them, and then take what action was necessary. We pulled up in front of the club. I paid the driver, and greeted the sentry on the front gate. “Good evening sir. All alone this evening?” he asked opening the gate. “How are you tonight? Yes, it’s just me tonight,” I said in reply. “I’m doing fine, thank you. We are glad to have you here, just go on in,” As I climbed the front steps, I heard the now familiar sound of the lock opening, on the heavy door. I walked in through the entry, to stand by the curtained opening into the main room. I stood there looking around the room, trying to take it all in. The things people do to amuse themselves is amazing. As I was watching a man pump a woman’s mouth up and down on his cock, I felt a tug at one of my belt loops. Looking to my left. I saw the beaming face of Glenda looking up at me. “I’m really glad you stopped in. Where’s your little slut?” she asked pouting. “I was looking forward to seeing her again too.” “I bet you were. It’s just me tonight. I’m meeting Madam Vivian. Is she here yet?” I asked, looking her over hungrily. She smiled at my open appraisal of her. “Yes, she’s here. They are over in one of the booths. Come on, I’ll show you,” she said, walking away in front of me. This had to be the infamous dental floss bikini. Somehow it was almost better seeing her in it, then naked. She definitely new how to draw a man’s attention where she wanted it, as she rolled those beautiful ass cheeks in front me like a dancer. I was a little distracted, and only noticed we’d reached our destination because I ran into her ass. “Your table sir,” she said giggling at me. “Thanks Glenda, sorry about that. I guess I was distracted,” I said with a smile. “I would hope so, other wise I wasted a perfectly good strut for nothing,” she said smiling at me. “Okay you, go get this boy something to drink, I’m sure his tongue must be dry from hanging out. Daniel, it’s lovely to see you dear. Thank you for coming. Please sit,” she said nodding to bench. “Madam. You’re looking beautiful as usual,” I said as my foot hit something under the table. I looked down and saw Jon curled up at her feet. “Thank you dear, flattery will get you anywhere with me,” she said smiling. “I’m so glad you could come tonight.” “Well, you made it pretty clear that you wanted to see me, mind telling me why?” I asked. “All in good time dear. How are things at work? Are you on schedule to finish up this week?” she asked. “Madam, you seem to know a great deal about me. How?” I said, though I was pretty sure I already knew. “Well, I’m sure you’ve already guessed, but I had a bit of a chat with your little friend, my pet’s wife. She told me all about you. I can’t say I blame you. I hate games. This one,” she said rubbing a booted foot on Jon’s bare shoulder, “thought he was a game player too. I beat that out of him very quickly, didn’t I pet?” “Yes mistress,” Jon said, and lay back down. A Friendly Wager Ch. 10 “You are leaving town anyway, it’s as good a way as any to end it I suppose. I understand you haven’t had any contact with her at all. That’s probably for the best. I don’t suppose you would tell me what happened?” she asked. “Well, I don’t really see where it’s any of your business, but if you think you have to know, she wouldn’t tell me why, when she had already heard what he said,” I nodded towards where Jon was lying, “she was the one feeling guilty. She had gone through that the first couple of days I got my hands on her, but in the last few days, I thought she had turned over a new leaf. All I had to do was look at her, and she would start to heat up. I don’t let her wear anything when we’re in my hotel room, and every chance she got, she would shake her bare ass in my face, looking to get her little ass thrown down and used. Then, that asshole calls her a slut, and the walls cave in.’ “He practically throws her away, and she feels guilty. What the hell was I supposed to do? She has seen and heard what other people think of her, and still she refuses to come to grips with what she is. She was getting more shameless by the day. There was almost nothing I could think of that she wouldn’t do for me. All it took was a word from him,” I said looking disgustedly at him under the table, “and everything went right out the window.” “Yes, well we had quite a talk after he said that, and he has seen the error in his ways. He didn’t see it so much, as I pointed it out to him. He was still under the impression that he had something to say about how other people should live their lives. He’s not under that impression any more, are you pet?” “No mistress,” he said without raising his head. “Well it’s nice that you got him straightened out on that. Too bad it didn’t happen earlier. Maybe she will find the right guy and live happily ever after, and she can go right on playing her little games with him. I had fun while it lasted. I’ll be gone in a couple of days, and things can get back to normal. I should have stuck to professionals in the first place. Less enjoyment, but much less complicated,” I said, as Glenda appeared at the table. She had changed out-fits again. She was back into her rings, and chain. Tonight her hair was piled on top of her head, with a few wisps hanging loose at her temples. As she reached forward and placed my drink in front of me, I caught hold of the chain dangling from her left nipple. She gave a gasp, but made no move to remove my hand or to move away. “Like this one,” I said, as I used her nipple to guide her into the booth. “She knows what she is, she knows what she likes, and knows how to get it. She knows she’s a slut, and doesn’t try to hide it.” I let go of the chain at her nipple, and took a hold of it where it fell away from her lower belly. “She doesn’t feel guilty about it, and she doesn’t question it. Why should she, it’s who she is?” she gasped as I tugged on her clit ring. “Angie may think she can return to the way things were, but it will never be the same,” I said as I slipped my fingers down to caress the length of Glenda’s wet slit. “Too bad, I won’t be around when she figures it out.” Glenda’s knees spread a little, and she closed her eyes as my finger went into her. But they popped open very quickly. “Don’t you have customers girl?” asked a stern sounding Madam. Glenda made to lift herself off my finger, but stopped gasping. Moving quickly, I added a second finger, and tangled my thumb in the chain. “She’s doing just fine where she is,” I said pulling her to me by her pussy. Her eyes closed, and she came willingly. “I would like to have your attention while we talk, but it doesn’t look like you are going to give her up so…. Did you mean what you said about wanting to be around when your little friend figures out what she wants?” Madam asked. “I gave her more chances then I’ve ever given anyone. She found a way to screw things up every time. This is more of what I had in mind,” I said. Glenda had a death grip on both the back of the booth and the table. She was shaking a little, but that got worse real fast. I pulled one finger out of her wet cunt, and sunk it into her ass on the next in stroke, rubbing inside both her holes. I wrapped the chain around the pad of my thumb, and used it to rub at her exposed clit. She shuttered and came on my fingers pumping her hips at me. “Does it look like Glenda here, is going to feel guilty because she just came on my hand. I think the only thing going through this little slut’s mind is, will I keep doing it? The answer is yes,” I said, as I continued to saw my fingers in an out of her two holes. “Why would anyone feel guilty because she let herself feel? I am done trying to find out. There is no need to when there others out there just like this one,” I said hearing my fingers slurp in and out of her. “I do see your point, but I wouldn’t think you would give up that easily. I thought it would be more enjoyable to conquer her,” she said. “I did. For the last week the slut did whatever I asked her to do. I used and abused her all I wanted, and she bagged for more. I fucked her so hard she could hardly walk, and you know what she did? When I was done with her she got down and licked me clean. She is as much a slut as this one,” I tweaked Glenda’s clit making her gasp, “ever thought of being. The only difference is, this one knows, and loves it. What interest could you possibly have in my relationship with his wife? Why would you care?” “She came here, your little friend. She came here Monday night to see if you were here, I assume. When I saw her she was crying her eyes out. She told me what had happened, and that you had left the room you had at the hotel. We had a very long talk, her and I. She told me thing that even shocked my little pet. He always thought he was the only one wishing for someone to make their dreams come true, and he was a little upset when he heard some of the things she told me.” She tapped her little black rod on the table edge. “He now understands, completely, how little weight his opinion carries on anyone but himself.’ “The young lady, I’m afraid, is a different matter,” she said. “The young lady is a matter that doesn’t concern me anymore,” I said, still moving my fingers inside the girl trembling in front of me. “She will get over it. I don’t need that kind of shit in my life, not when there are little ones like this around,” I said making her gasp again. “I still don’t see why you should give a damn about this woman.” “I’m not sure myself, really. Maybe it’s because she won’t be getting this one back,” she said, rubbing her soul on Jon’s shoulder again. “I don’t think I would call it guilt exactly, more a kind of appreciation.’ “When you left her here, and then she couldn’t find you at the hotel, she fell apart. She came back here to see if she could find you here, and that’s when I saw her. We talked. She said that she hadn’t seen you since the night we all met. She told me a little about what had happened between you, but then she just kind of broke down, and told me of the things you had done to her. She told me how she felt about what you had done to her. She told me of fantasies she’s had since she was a girl. She told me things this one had never even heard before, and they have known each other since their teens. I’m not sure why she felt she had to tell me all this, but she did.” I pulled the panting little slut, on my fingers, closer until she had to let go of the table, and took a new hold on me instead. Her knees were spread wide now, and her juices were dripping off the backs of my knuckles. “Would you please send the slut away for a while? I really would like to speak with you,” Madam said to me angrily. Glenda whimpered, and her hips tried to follow, as I slipped my fingers out of her. With her hands on my shoulders, she looked pleadingly into my eyes. “Run along now,” I said. “But don’t go too far. I have plans for that hot little hole of yours,” I said tugging on the chain attached to her clit. The girl smiled at me as she scrambled back off the bench. “I won’t be far away. Just give me a sign, and I’ll be right back.” “Now what is it?” I said angrily. “I have been thinking about getting my hands on her since you called.” “Have you really given up on your little slut? If you have, I will call her back over,” she said nodding to a near by Glenda. “If you think there might still be interested in the other one, we have some things to talk about.” “Do you really think the little slut can change? If you do, you are the only one. I had my fun it’s time to cut my losses, and let some other poor sap fall for those pale blue eyes,” I said. “If you really try hard my boy, you might get someone to believe you meant that,” she said with a smile. “Look, I haven’t been a boy for a long time,” I said, getting a little angry. “I don’t know why you think you should be involved in this, but stay the fuck out of my head. It gets crowded in here, if there are more then one of us.” “The night we met, I could tell then. You couldn’t hide the pride of ownership you showed, when you were showing her to us. You were proud to show her husband what he could never dream of possessing again. Why? Because she belongs to you, that’s why. You know if you are going to try to make people think you don’t care about her, you shouldn’t get so angry, when people talk about her,” she said with that little smile again. “What is your point woman?” I said letting my temper flair a little. “My point is, I don’t think you are as ready to give her up as you are trying to make out. My other point is that I think this woman belongs to you,” she said seriously. “I thought the same thing at one time, but I’m just too tired of the games she likes to play,” I said leaning back. “Here’s another question, what if it wasn’t a game? What if she just didn’t know how to tell you what she really wanted? What if she COULDN’T tell you what she wanted? Do you think you could let her try to explain why she did, what she did?” she asked. “Do you really think that if she wouldn’t before, she will now? Look, you’re right. I would like nothing more then to have her in my bed, but I will not play these games. If she comes to me again it’s going to be by my rules. I was leading her down this little path we’ve been going down, but I always told her that if she said no that was it. She never told me no, but I won’t give her the chance anymore either. If she comes to me again, I won’t ask any more, I’ll just take, and I’ll keep on taking until there is nothing left,” I said. “That is understandable. I don’t think there would be much of a problem she seems very willing to be whatever it is you want her to be. What might that be exactly? What do you want from her?” she asked. “Everything. I’m not saying it has to be all at once, but eventually I am going to claim every last spark of fire I can start in that little belly of hers,” I said making my meaning as clear as I possibly could. “Since you have decided to make yourself the matchmaker here, this is what I propose. I’ll give you the number to my room at the hotel. If, after you tell her my conditions, she wants to stop by I’ll give her one more chance. If I don’t feel she is being totally open with me, that will be that,” I said. “Agreed. Are you going to your hotel now?” she asked. “Yes, but this isn’t happening tonight. I will be done with my work by Friday. You make sure she is at my room Friday night, seven o’clock. That way I have the weekend to see how things go, if I don’t like what I see, I’ll just jump on my plane, and leave. That’s it, no more chances. What happens after that will be between her and I, but I’ll bet I can tell you how it will turn out,” I said. “You seem to have a fondness for making bets. Fine, I’ll take your wager. Friday night seven o’clock, we can discuss stakes later. I take your word, that you’ll pay up,” she said. “As long as you don’t want me to buy you a country estate, I’ll cover the bet, but we’ll worry about that if it happens,” I said. The End Chapter Ten A Friendly Wager Ch. 11 This is a work of fiction, meant for adults only Thursday morning I was at my desk at six. With a new purpose, I got all the mundane daily stuff out of the way. When my assistant got to her desk there was a cup of coffee, and a rose, with thanks written on the card. I went around and talked to the key people that would help me get this done by Friday. I apologized for the last couple of days, but I told them I was going to be pushing them hard to make up for the slow down I had caused. We got things going, and it just kind of snowballed. By the time I left, at five o'clock, there was just a few minor things that had to be taken care of tomorrow. After the cab dropped me off in front of the hotel, I went down to a small Chinese take out joint. I bought a few boxes, and went up to my room. After the last few days of not getting a lot of sleep, and then the marathon day today, I passed out in front of the TV with a box of sweet and sour pork still in my hand. I came to Friday morning, after sleeping for eight hours straight. I haven't slept over five hours at one time in years. After cleaning all the food off the bed, I jumped in the shower, and went down to find something to kick-start my mourning. A triple espresso, in a short cup, and a muffin, and I was good to go. I was at the office by seven, by nine my desk was cleared off, and packed up. I spent the rest of the morning going around and thanking everyone for all the great work they had done. I told them they were one of the best crews I had trained in a long time, and I meant it. I took all of the management team that had help in the transition, out to lunch. It lasted a couple of hours, and then I went back, said my good byes, and left. I went back to the hotel, and started packing. I left out enough to get me through a few days, but other then that everything was ready to be picked up for the airport by five o'clock. I had a couple of hours to kill, so I went down to wander around the area one last time. I wandered from shop front to shop front. After a time I took a seat at an outdoor café, got a cup of coffee, and sat to watch the people milling about. As I was sitting there, I saw a couple of young guys walking my way with big grins on their faces. They were talking and laughing. "She doesn't have much up top, but damn she looks good in that red dress," one of them said. "Did you see those nipples sticking out? You know she was alone, maybe we should go back and offer to keep her company," the other one said as they passed me laughing. "With a body like that, she will only be alone as long as she wants to be, I'll guarantee you," the first one said as they continued up the sidewalk. I took a look in the direction they had come from, but I didn't see anyone in a red dress. She must have been going the other way. I finished my coffee, and looking at the clock I saw that I had a little over a half an hour before Angie was due to show up. I still didn't think she would, but I'd be in my room at seven to see. I got up, deciding to make a last circuit around the small area before going back. I walked up the street, not really looking at anything, just doing a little thinking. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of red going into a shop. Thinking this might be the lady in red the two guys were talking about, I wanted a closer look. I made my way over to the front of the store, and saw it was the little boutique where we had bought Angie's tiny suits. I didn't see the red dress anywhere. I saw some movement at the back of the store, and a minute later the red dress went flashing past the end of an isle. All I had time to see were the dress, and a head of dark hair, as she went to the side where the fitting rooms were located. Standing in front of a woman's wear store is fine if you happen to either be a woman, or are with a woman. People tend to look at you funny when you're a single guy. After noticing a couple of the looks I was getting, I decided it was time to get out of there anyway, and gave a mental shrug thinking I'd not get a look at her. I made my way back to the hotel, and up to the room. Kicking off my shoes, I lay back on the bed with the remote, to see if I could find the news. Over the ticker, at the bottom of the screen, I was keeping an eye on the time, at five to seven I knew she wasn't coming. I promise to stop that nasty thinking habit, because as soon as I thought it, there was a knock at the door. I got off the bed, and went to the door. What I saw on the other side had my mouth hanging open again. Angie's dark hair hung straight down her back. She had definitely been tanning, and it only made those pale eyes more striking as they sparkled up at me. She was wearing a tight, little tank top that had spaghetti straps, and a skirt. The skirt had a wide elastic waste band, and hung loosely to down past her knees. The way it sat on her hips and gripped her lower belly, left a small strip of bare belly showing between the two halves. I think I had found the woman that those two guys had been talking about. From the tank top, down to her heels, everything was red, and those nipples were sticking out a mile. She looked down smiling. "May I come in?" she asked in a quiet voice. I snapped my mouth shut, and stepped aside to let her in. When I turned away from the door, she was standing in the center of the room facing me. With her heels on, and her arms at her sides, she was breathtaking. When she saw me looking at her she blushed, and dropped her head. "You look beautiful," I said as evenly as I could. "Thank you. I've made a couple of visits to the girls in the lobby. They do great work," she said. I started for the counter where the mini bar, and refrigerator were. "They didn't have to do much. Would you like something to drink?" "I'd take a bottle of water if you have one," she said going over, and putting her handbag on the dresser. I took out two bottles of water turned, and handed her one. I walked over, and flopped down on the bed, with my back propped against the headboard. "I hope your week went a little better then mine," I said looking for something safe to talk about. "I haven't been to work since nine-thirty Monday morning," she said, taking a long drink, and putting her water on the table. "After I told her what happened, Kathy made me leave, and I am taking some vacation time. I'm not sure you could possibly have had a worse week then I have had.' "When I got home, after you left me in that club, I tried to call you. The person at the desk said you had checked out of that room, and they wouldn't tell me where you had gone. I spent all day Sunday pacing around an empty house waiting to see if you would call. Sunday night, I went to the club, to see if you were there. While I was looking for you, Madam Vivian saw me.' "Can you believe I actually sat down and talked to her? I still don't believe I told her everything I did. The whole time I'm talking to her, Jon was kneeling on the floor next to her it was so weird. She asked some pretty hard questions, but in the end I told her everything. I even shocked Jon a few times." "I had a little talk with her too. You made quite an impression on her. What exactly did you tell her? She knew a great deal about our relationship," I said. "I told you, I told her everything. I couldn't help it. She kept asking me things, and I just kept blabbing away," she said, and smiled. "I thought Jon was going to swallow his tongue, when I told her some of the things you had done to me." Angie raised her head, and looked me in the eyes. "Jon did turn green, when Madam asked me if I was in love with you, and I answered yes, without even thinking. She asked me what I would do to get you back, and I told her anything.' "She gave me her number, and I called her when Kathy sent me home from work Monday. She said we would start immediately, and had me meet her," she said dropping her head smiling. "I hope you appreciate all the work she did. I hope you like the ah… changes she suggested." "Well the tan looks fantastic, other then that, I don't see anything different. I have to say, you look pretty good in that red dress though," I said. "Thank you, but there are a lot of things different," she said, but I cut her off. "I'm sure there are," I said, and set my water on the nightstand, "but it's not like this is our first date. Come here." "I have a very hard time keeping my thoughts in order when you get your hands on me, and there are some things I need to say. The way you look at me is bad enough," she said not moving. "I will hear you better if you come closer," I said. "You can hear me fine, from here, I really want to talk to you," she said. I reached out with my left hand, took a hold of her left hand, and pulled her to the bed. With some small urging tugs, she kicked off her heels, and let me pull her up onto the bed. With the long skirt, it was a little hard, but she knee walked as I pulled her across my thighs, and up to my lap. She spent a couple of seconds pulling her dress from under her knees, and then settled down on me. "Happy now?" she asked. "Yes, thank you. What, you don't think I could have maybe missed you a little too?" I asked. "You were the one that left me sitting there naked in that booth," she said quietly putting her head down. "Look Angie, I tried to get you to talk to me that night. You didn't have much to say. When that little prick called you a slut, you started feeling guilty again. After he had just told you he was trying to get you out of his way, you sit there feeling guilty. On top of that you won't tell me why.' "I'm not playing this game any more Angie. I am sure Madam told you the conditions of this meeting, and what your showing up means. I know you don't remember, but when we went out with Kathy, and you were getting ready to pass out you told me you loved me. I have been trying to sort out my own feeling on that since. I'm pretty sure I love you too, but that doesn't mean I want to change the way things are between us.' "The things we did at the club were fantastic, but I want YOU. I won't settle for less. I don't want you groveling on your knees like a dog. When I put you on your knees, it's because I'm going to get behind you and fuck you. I don't want some mindless bimbo, I want a passionate, sensual woman, with an imagination, and the guts to ask for what she wants." "All the things you just said you were looking for in a woman, I can be all those," she said quietly not looking up. I pushed her chin up with my fingers. "Angie, you are those things. You are the only one that won't see that. I don't know where you came up with this idea that, just because you enjoy what we do together, it means you're evil or whatever it is you think you are. You do know that having an orgasm is thought by most people to be a good thing?" I said chuckling. Angie blushed, and leaned forward smiling, with her forearms against my chest. "I enjoy having orgasms. God knows I had better the way you treat me. It's just … it's just that it scares me, how much you want of me. It's like there is no end to it." "There isn't. I told you, I want all of you. I want to know everything there is to know. Every feeling, every thought, every emotion, every last spark of fire in that little belly of yours, I want it all," I said looking into her eyes. "You know if you are trying to scare me, it's working. What if I can't g…," she started. "You can," I said cutting her off. I slipped my hands up under her skirt to her bare ass. "You already have, now you just have to stop feeling guilty about it. Jon has found what he was looking for; I don't think Vivian is going to let him get very far out of her sight. You do know he can never settle for the way things were between you, don't you?" "Yes. I couldn't go back to living like that now anyway. Not after the things you've done to me," she said, and giggled. "A slut beating a slave, hey that sounds like one hell of a name for a porno." "Are you okay with that? It didn't seem like you took it too well that night at the club," I said. "Madam Vivian has made it very clear. She has made sure there will be no more questions about that," she said blushing heavily. "I don't care about Madam Vivian, what about you? Are you going to accept the way things are?" I asked. "I have never wanted anything more. When you see what I have for you, there will not be any more question about my feelings for you," she said looking me in the eye. "I think I know what you have for me," I said smiling. Angie actually got tears in her eyes. "Who told you? She said she wouldn't say anything to you," she said and sobbed. "It was supposed to be my gift to you. Who told you?" "No one told me. Earlier, while I was having a cup of coffee, I heard some boys talking as they walked by, about a beautiful woman wearing a red dress. I went to see if she was still there, and I caught a glimpse of the dress going into a store. When I got to the store, I saw that it was the little boutique where we bought your tiny suits," seeing the look on her face I stopped there. Angie almost jumped she was so happy. Her smile just about melted me. "What did I say?" I asked. "You think what I have for you is a new suit?" she asked. "I saw you in there, I just thought after I destroyed the yellow one, you were looking for one to replace it," I said, with her smile only getting bigger. "It was. I mean I did. I went there to find another yellow one. It's in my bag," she said jerking her thumb toward the dresser. "Well I know whatever it is it's not under here," I said, caressing that bare ass. "There is nothing under here but you, so what is it?" "That's not all that's under there. I'll show you, but you have to promise not to look until I'm ready," she said, pushing away from my chest. "What's going on? I've seen what you have under there before you know," I said not letting her go. "I just got this butt in my hands, maybe I'm not ready to let it go." She dropped back against my chest, and pushed her face up very close to mine. "No one likes having your hands where they are more then me, and believe me I'm not going far. Madam and I put our heads together, and came up with a gift for you. When you see it, there won't be any doubts as to what I want." "You are being very mysterious, but I'll go along with it," I said giving her butt a final squeeze before I let it go, and closed my eyes. Angie pushed away again, and got off the bed. I heard clothes rustling, I heard her go over to the dresser, and I heard what sounded like a long zipper. When I heard her by the dresser my cock twitched, I knew that whatever else, she was going to be wearing that little yellow suit. Then I heard her go quickly over to the table. I stifled a chuckle when I heard her trying to turn her water bottle inside out. She moved away a little, and I didn't hear anything for a minute. "O… okay you can open your eyes," she said quietly. I opened my eyes to see her standing about three feet away, naked with her back to me. "Well, if you are trying to make a good impression that's a pretty good way to do it. You know I love this view, but other then the beautiful tan, I don't see anyth …" That's as far as I got. Angie gave her hair a last flip, straightened her shoulders, and turned to face me. I'm not real sure how long it was before I took another breath. When I did, it came pretty hard. I was boring holes into her with my eyes. I finally took a deep shuddering breath, but there was no way I could say anything. Angie stood facing me, and I could see her shaking, waiting to see what my reaction would be. Her thick, dark nipples stood out so hard they looked painful, and with her shaking the chain moved, sparkling in the light. What chain? "I can't believe you did that. You are a thirty-three year old woman. Do you have any idea what that looks like?" I said as I reached out and took a gentle grip on the chain that rested against her round belly. As I pulled her closer, I kept most of the tension on the top part, but it still pulled on the ring through the hood of her clit. That same chain was also pulling on those fat nipples. That's because it was strung from one nipple the other, by way of the rings in her belly, and clit. It was the same as Glenda's, the waitress at the club. I let go of the chain, and traced it with a fingertip, up to her right nipple. I fingered the chain, the ring it was attached to, and the nipple they were both attached to. I had never had a woman whose nipples got this hard. I pulled and twisted her nipple, while I moved the ring and chain around with my thumb. "Oh my God, I never thought that this would make it feel even better when you do that," she said breathlessly. "My God Angie, I can't believe you did this. You look like the hottest slut on the face of the planet. How? Where? When? Why?" I was so enthralled, couldn't even make a sentence. "The why is easy," she said breathlessly, reaching forward and running her nails through the hair at my temple. "I did it for you. I saw how much you liked the way Glenda looked. I heard you ask about her nipple piercing, and that started me thinking. But Madam Vivian was the one that actually got me into the shop. She took me there on Monday. I was going to meet with you on Wednesday, but Madam called, and told me things had changed.' "That was probably for the best, because I was still pretty sore," she said with a little chuckle. "If you think my nipples stick out now, you should have seen them right after they were done. I had to drive home with my hand under my shirt, to keep the material from rubbing. And thank god I had worn a skirt. You know, as much as you have been pulling, and twisting me down there, I wouldn't have thought that would be so painful, but I had my legs spread as wide as they could go all the way home. When I got there, I almost got frostbite try to get the swelling to go down." I pulled her closer, to take a closer look. "You got a different ring for your belly. I like this one better, it looks a little more feminine." "Yes it's different. The reason it looks more feminine, is because it was made for a woman," she said. "I guess I didn't know they made them gender specific," I said. "They don't really," she said, and smiled when I looked up at her confused. She had been holding her hands behind herself, to give me free access to her. She brought both hands in front of her, and turned them to let me see them. "What don't you see?" she asked. For the first time I noticed she wasn't wearing her wedding rings. "Your wedding rings are gone," I said. "That's right. Now take a closer look at the ring in my bellybutton," she said pushing her belly closer to my face. "This is your engagement ring, isn't it?" I said looking closer. What I had thought was the crystal of her ring, was really the diamond on her engagement ring. Looking closer, I could see where the ring had been actually welded back together. This thing wasn't going anywhere. "Remember me telling you that Madam had made it clear that there would be no going back? She had Jon take them off me. She also made him cut them, so that they could be installed," she said caressing my face, and hair. "Them?" I asked. Angie smiled, and blushed. She raised her leg, and put her bare foot on the bed. I dropped my head down closer, and looked at the ring in her clit. It was her wedding band. I leaned forward, press a kiss to her smooth, bare mound, and looked up at her as a little shudder went through her. "I take it she was trying to make a point," I said leaning back, and pulling Angie all the way onto the bed. A Friendly Wager Ch. 11 Angie settled herself right on top of the bulge in my pants. "She said she wanted both Jon and I to understand that there was no going back. Having Jon take off my rings, and cut them open, she said would show him he had no rights to me. When she had them put in me, she said it was to show you that I was yours," she said dropping her head. I was playing with the fine chain that dangled from her right nipple. I saw that there was a lock on one end, and a narrow hook on the other. I slipped the hook from her right nipple, and threaded it through the ring in her belly. Angie leaned back, as I fed it through the ring in her clit. I pulled it out of her belly ring, and unclipped it from her left nipple. I coiled it up, into a small bundle, and set it on the table looking back at Angie. "I thought you would like it," she said looking at me questioningly. "I love it, but I don't want to hurt you. It will only be in the way," I said smiling at her. "Did it hurt a lot?" I said taking a nipple in my fingers. "Yes. I almost didn't let her do the other one, but Madam talked me into it by telling me that you would love how I looked. It scared the hell out of me when she told the lady she wanted the rings welded, but it turned out to be fairly painless. It burned like you can't believe when she did the bottom one though, but she used some kind of spray that cooled it down quickly," she said. "Are they still sore?" I asked. "No, not really. My nipples were pretty swollen for a day, but what you are doing feels wonderful," she said with a giggle. "I'll try to take it easy for a while," I said tugging gently. She reached to her other nipple, took a hold of the ring in it, and pulled her nipple away from her body. "You don't have to worry about these. It's probably from you chewing on them for the last two weeks, but it feels good to have them pulled a little." "Well, I'll do my best to make sure they stay like that," I said. Angie let go of the ring, and started unbuttoning my shirt. "Don't worry I'll remind you." "Just what do you think you are doing?" I said still pulling on her nipple. "You told me you wanted me to ask for what I wanted, well I'm asking. The way you've been looking at me since I got here, and with the way you are pulling on that nipple it's starting to get to me," she said with only a little blush. "Maybe you haven't looked down lately. My pants have been covered by you since before you took your skirt off," I said, letting go of her nipple and reaching for her ass with both hands. Angie leaned into my now bare chest blushing like crazy. "You wouldn't believe how many times I went into stores just to use their restrooms. I wore my PJs all day, because the bottoms were already soaked when I woke up. You sir, have turned me into a complete slut. All I have to do is think about this big thing of yours, and I get wet down to my knees," she said, and then pushed away a little. "Which reminds me, I thought it was every man hot fantasy to have his woman wear garters, stockings, and all the rest of those sexy under things. Why don't you have me wear any of those things? I bet I could really make you hot if I had on some little see through number," she said smiling. "If you hadn't noticed, you make me pretty hot the way things are," I said pushing up with my hips. "I always went with the saying, less is more. For me that says it all. Most women, and especially you, don't need those things to turn a man on. Plus, other then a few exceptions, most of those frilly under things are pretty uncomfortable. A tiny little G-string is so much more exciting, and the thought of pantyhose makes me want to gag. Why would a guy want to feel nylon instead of beautiful soft smooth skin," I said caressing the backs of her thighs. "Mmmm, I see your point. I just thought that guys liked that kind of thing, but you had never had me put them on," she said snuggling back into me again. "A lot of guys do, just like some guys like big tits with little nipples," I said reaching for hers. "Me, I like big nipples on little tits," I said pulling them. "Then it's a good thing I have those huh?" she said laughing. Angie gave a small squeal, as I took her hip, and tossed her off of me. I stood up, and looked down at her lying on her back, one knee bent and off to the side. I stripped off my shirt, got my pants opened, and shoved them down. As I kicked them off, I was working my boxers over my hard cock trying to get them off. That little shit had the nerve to laugh at me. Here I am, pants around one ankle, trying to kick them off the other foot, my socks still on, trying to get my underwear off and she had the nerve to laugh. "Would you like some help? It's kind of killing the moment, watching you jump around trying to get your pants off," she said laughing. I gave a quick shove on the waistband of my boxers, hearing some seams let go, but it got me enough room to get the damn things down anyway. "Thank you, I've been undressing myself for quite some time now," I said finally dragging off my last sock. "Killing the moment, I'll give you killing the moment you little shit," I said, as she squealed trying to get my hand from her ankle. She managed to get both her knees drawn up, and put one bare foot against my chest. Well don't think I don't know when to take advantage of a lady. I got hold of that second ankle, and made a wish. It was granted too. I dropped down between those thighs, and pushed my face into her belly. Her giggles slowed to a stop as I let go of her ankles, and started sliding my wet tongue down over that smooth, bare mound. I felt the tension go out her legs, and slid my hands up from her ankles. When I got to her knees I started putting outward pressure, opening her thighs wide. When they were as wide as they would go, I pushed my face back against her. Angie groaned as I started moving the flat of my tongue over the bare mound of her hot pussy. I felt her fingernails on the backs of my hands, as I made a swipe across the top of her slit. I pulled my head back, and looked at the ring that had been welded into her. I covered it, and the top of her mound, and sucked hard, batting her rubbery clit around with the tip of my tongue. Not wanting to get too ruff, I flicked the ring out of the way, and attacked that big clit. As I pushed my tongue hard to the underside of it, and moved my head side-to-side rubbing, Angie's upper body jerked off the bed, her thighs snapped up trying to close, and she covered me in her juices. After a last suck on that fat clit, I moved my face all over her. I was licking, sucking, biting, thighs, lips, mound. She just laid there, thighs out flat on the bed. As I said, far be it from me to not take advantage. I pulled myself up, and moved in between those spread thighs. I pushed my knees under her ass, and pulled her to me. I did a double take, when I looked up at Angie's face. She lay there with her head in a puddle of dark hark. Her arms were over her head, her eyes were half closed, and she had just the smallest hint of a smile on her full lips. I pushed my cock down, and rubbed it in her cream getting ready to enter her. "You're looking rather pleased with yourself," I said. "Just pleased thank you," she said. "I'm not quite sure how you do that to me, but please don't ever stop. I love how you just take me. I've been dreaming about this for days. You know when Madam said I belonged to you; she didn't know how right she was. Uhhhh…" she groaned, as I started pushing slowly into her. "And don't you forget it. Mmmm… uhhh… Goddamn but you feel so good," I said moving in through that hot, wet tunnel. "So we're, ahh… done with the guilt trips?" "Believe me, guilt is the last thing on my mind," she said. "Oh ya, what's on your mind?" I said, sinking in a little deeper, and stopping. "Mmmm," she groaned, but stopped moving with a wicked little grin. "Can I be on top?" I slowly backed out of her, and stood up. I reached over, grabbed the other pillow, stacked it on the first one, and leaned back waiting. Angie rolled on her hip, and up to her knees. With her hair hanging in front of her face, she crawled to my thighs, where putting her hands on my chest, she swung her leg across. That ring looked so good resting on top of her fat clit. Kneeling back, she scooted her way up until she had herself pressed against the underside of my cock, and stopped. "It still feels weird, with this thing hanging here. I hope it doesn't get in the way," she said smiling, and flipping her hair over her shoulders. She gasped as I slipped my thumb against her clit, and slid it up pushing the ring up. "I will volunteer my services to help make sure it doesn't get in the way." "And they say you can't get good help these days. Oh God, it really does feel weird, kind of electric like hitting a switch," she said rubbing against me. I let the ring drop back down, and pressed it between my thumb and her clit. Every time I flicked them, her body would jerk forward. "Oh, I like this. All I have to do, is slip my hand under your dress, flick this switch a couple of times, and IOS," I said, letting up on the pressure. Angie put her hands on my chest breathing deeply. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. "What is IOS? On second thought, I don't care what it is, as long as I have it." "Did you see that movie, where an alcoholic millionaire wants to marry a waitress?" She shook her head no. "Well his family cut him off, and they had to go apartment hunting. They looked at an apartment that advertised that it had IOL. When they asked what it meant, the manager turned on the light switch, and said; Instant On Lighting," I said, and chuckled as she looked at me puzzled. "I flick the switch, and it's Instant On Slut," I said and watched her body jerk when I did it again. You know one of these times I'm not going to be quick enough, when she throws that punch at my gut. As it was, I barely caught her wrist. I got a hold on the other, and pulled her to me, putting them both at the small of her back. She had to arch herself back to see me, but I followed and pushed my tongue deep into her mouth. I let go of her wrists, when she started pulling on them hard. As soon as I did, she whimpered, and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, shoving her tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my hands around the backs of her thighs where they met her ass, and ground her against me. I pulled hard with my heels, and got us a little further down the bed. Angie moaned, and I could feel her smile as she let go of my neck. With a loud, wet smooch she pushed herself up just enough to rub her nose to mine. Her hips moved slowly against me. "The switch is definitely on." I pulled on her again. "You were the one that wanted to be on top, now get to work damn it," I said, getting a little impatient. "Getting a little anxious, are we? Good! Now you know how I feel when, every time we're out somewhere, I look up to see you looking at me like I was naked, and on back under you. You can't possibly know how good that makes me feel," she said. "I hope it feels half as good as having you rubbing your wet pussy up and down on my cock. Jesus, just put it in, NOW," I said groaning. Angie put her hands on my chest, and pushed herself up smiling, continuing to rub against me. "I have to make sure it's really wet. It's been a few days you know." "Who are you trying to shit? It feels like you're rubbing an oven against me, and I can hear just how wet you are. Come on, I want in here," I said rubbing the backs of my fingers against her round belly. Angie looked down; craning my neck, I followed her gaze. Her knees were wide, making room for my hips. That gold ring hung in mid air; her lips were parted, and pressed hard against my hard cock. Angie made a slow slide up, until the head of my cock was engulfed in the folds of her. When she slid back down, my cock shined in the juices that covered it. After a second full pass, I growled at her. With a throaty chuckle, she dropped down and pressed her hot mouth against mine. "I missed you too," she said, reaching down, centering me and pushed down slowly. I took a hold of her hair in my left hand, holding her lips to mine. I got her fat left nipple in my right hand rolling it. I haven't got the words to tell express how good it felt, to have her pushing herself down onto my cock. So smooth, so hot, so tight, and so wet. When she got to the bottom, she spread her knees wider, and ground herself against me groaning. She pushed herself up, and looked down at me with her face half hidden by her hair. "I can feel your heart beating inside me." "I can't believe it can be this hot inside you, and you don't melt or something," I said. "I am melting. It feels like my insides are turning to liquid," she said. "They are, and they are pouring out of you from here," I said twitching inside her. "Then I don't have to worry, because this big thing won't let anything out of there," she said smiling. Angie started to slowly grind herself back and forth against me. Her eyes got glassy, and she started breathing heavily through her open mouth. I took hold of her hips, and started pulling her up and down. Just small strokes, but with her grinding, it didn't take very long before I felt the spasms inside her. Her whole body shook, her back arched, and her juices flowed down over my balls to wet the bed. She pulled her head forward, and looked down at me. Her face, and chest were flushed red, and her eyes were half closed. She reached to her hips, got her hands under mine, and raised them up lacing her fingers with mine. "I don't want to have to go without that again, ever," she sighed. "You really have turned me into a slut. I never needed sex before in my life, and now all I think about is having you inside of me. Mmmm, and you are so inside of me, it's almost like I can feel you in my chest." I chuckled as I looked up at her, and worked my hand out of hers. I slid my free hand up and down her arched belly. "It may feel like I'm in your chest, but it feels like I'm in an oven. If you don't start moving, you are going to cook me in here." "Oh I'm not moving, this feels too good to ruin it by moving," she said smiling. "You aren't the only one that needs a little release, you had better start moving that hot little pussy, or I am going to take matters into my own hands," I said tugging on the ring in her belly. "See there you go again trying to sound all big and tuff. Well, I'm up here and you're down there, so I guess we'll play by my ru… OOOH," she squealed, as I levered myself over, and rolled on top of her. "As you were saying," I said smiling at her. "I think I like my rules better," I said pulling out of her slowly. "No, don't take it out," she said pouting. "I was only playing." "Well, now it's my turn to play," I said rubbing the flat of my hand against her belly. I knelt back from between her thighs, and looked down at her. What hair wasn't plastered to her forehead was lying wildly over the bed, her knees were bent, and spread out wide, and there was a layer of sweat that covered her whole body. "Roll over," I said. A smile broke through that pout, as she scrambled to her knees. She gave her hair a whip, as she looked at me over her shoulder. I pushed gently on her back, and she arched beautifully, exposing her pussy and asshole as she spread her knees wide. "What. What's wrong?" Angie said, looking worried. "Angie, I only wish I had the words to tell you how beautiful you look right now," I said, and reached forward with a hand. "Your knees spread, back arched, and your belly so round between your thighs with that ring sparkling at me," I said, and slid my hand to the small of her back. "It scares the hell out of me, the way you make me want you so much." Angie dropped to her belly, and spread herself wide open to me. "Please, I can't stand the way you look at me like that," she said reaching between her thighs, and opening her self wider. "It makes my insides ache. It's like I can feel them melting, and pouring out of me." "It looks like they ARE pouring out of you. My God Angie…" I whispered. I levered myself up, and I didn't even need to guide my cock back into her. It was like she just pulled me in. Once I started my way into that molten tunnel, I couldn't stop. With my hands on her hips, I pushed my way right to the bottom of her. I sat there, with my eyes closed feeling her pushing back against me. My eyes popped open, when I felt her grip me tight inside her. As they opened, she was pushing herself up, and pulling my hands in front of her. With a hand on her belly, and one in the middle of her chest I pulled her back against me, and she just pressed my hands deeper into herself. As I held her, she started to move her hips, it was only small movements but it was all we needed. I held still, and let her grind herself up and down on my cock, as I pushed hers and my right hands to her left tit. Angie gasped as I swiped my fingers over it, bending her nipple over, and rolling it against her. When it popped back up, I grabbed it, and started pulling and twisting it. Trying to take it easy, I wasn't pulling very hard. Angie got hold of the ring, and as she ground down against me, she pulled hard on the ring, and moaned cumming all over me again. "Oh God," she gasped, letting go of the ring, and putting both her hands on mine at her belly. I dropped my now free hand down, and got a hold of the ring dangling in front of her clit. As she started shuddering against me, I started pushing the ring into her clit. Angie's body jerked forward, landing her head and shoulders on the bed, and her trying to get my hand off the ring. Holding the ring down, I started to stroke into her, long strokes, with her clit between the ring, and my cock. When her belly jerked down, her hands left my wrist. Angie reached up and pulled a pillow into her face, and all I heard was a muffled scream as I felt the entire length of my cock squeezed at the same time. It triggered me off, but she had me clamped so tight I started to burn with the need to release. Finally her muscles fluttered, and that was all I needed. My bottled up load fired as I bottomed out on that inferno. Angie was still shaking, but now it was like she was just milking all the strength out of me. I put my hand on her back, but it was so slick, I ended up falling, and had to get my arms under me. I stopped myself, and sat there letting the spasms inside her drain me. When my arms started shaking, I pulled out, and dropped onto my side facing her. I rolled to my back, and closed my eyes sighing. I felt Angie moving, and then she was lying on top of me, her head on my chest. "You can do that to me, any time you want to," she said quietly. "Just remember you said that," I said chuckling. "Don't worry I'm not likely to forget that. My God, I felt it when you came. It just blasted into me," she said. "That's because you had me in a vise. Until you finally took a breath, I thought my cock was going to explode," I said. "Mmmm, you did explode. It's running out of me right now," she said. "And all over me. Come on let's go get in the shower," I said not moving. "Mmmm, that sounds like a good idea," she said not moving. "Wake up. You are not passing out on my chest again. The last time I thought my chest had caved in," I said, smacking her ass. She lifted her head, and put her chin on my chest. "It came from inside you, what's the big deal if it gets on the outside of you," she said. "It's not that I mind it, it's just kind of a guy thing. Look if you want to cover my with the juices that come from that hot pussy, I'll walk around like that all day. I like smelling like you," I said. A Friendly Wager Ch. 11 "Well, that's good, because I think this bed will have to be changed. They will never be able to scrub that out," she said smiling. "Maybe I'll see if they'll let me take it with me," I said. Her eyes dropped. "So you're still planning on leaving?" "Of course. I have a small place outside the city where the main office is located. It's not much, but given time I'm sure you can make it into something," I said looking into her pale eyes. Her head shot up and her eyes started to well up. "You are going to take me with you?" "Jesus, but that is a stupid question. Of course I'm taking you with me, you belong to me don't you?" FINALLY Okay I lied, Epilog: Jesus, it's only been three months since I'd stopped traveling all over the country, and I'm sitting here in my truck on the way home from the airport wondering how I did it for so long. Three days. I'm gone three days, and it feels like a week. I busted my ass, but I got the job done two days early, and I told my boss that I'd be out of touch for the rest of the week. I parked the truck on the far side of the garage, and made my way to the house in the dark. I keep promising Angie I'll fix that damn light, but it probably be me that breaks his fool neck. I went in the door near the garage, so that I could put my luggage down, and figure out where she was. I hear soon noise from the far end of the house. She must be in the bedroom. I made my way past the kitchen, through the den, and started down the hallway towards the bedroom. When I got close I heard a grunt, and the bed move. "Oh come on, you can do better then that," I heard Angie say. I heard more grunting, and the bed moving a lot. I moved up quietly to the door, getting ready to poke my head around. "You are going to have to learn not to get stuck down there, because I won't be able to do this much longer," I heard Angie say. I pushed the door open just a little more to give me a better look inside. There was Angie on the bed face down her arms were hanging down over the far side of the bed. "Got you, you little shit," she said hauling the little terrier puppy up. "You're just like your daddy, always tearing up my panties." "Well if you'd quit wearing them we wouldn't have to tear them up," I said, leaning against the doorway. The puppy yipped, and Angie gave a squeak, as she pulled the puppy down in front of herself, while levering herself up to look at the door. "Jesus Christ, Daniel Colter I swear to God one of these days I'm going to kill you if you don't quit sneaking up on me. I'll teach Tippie here, to just chew on your shoes, and leave everything else alone," she said holding him to her. "Oh ya, now I'm scared. She's going to send a wiry haired little rat after my shoes," I said. "Daniel, Tippie is not a rat. He's a Jack Russell Terrier. And he's just a little doll. Well, at least he would be if he would leave my panties alone," she said petting and scratching him. I walked over, and took the panties out of her hand, and waved them in front of Tippie. When he caught hold of them, I wrapped them around his head, and put him on the floor. He'd be pissed off at them enough, that he'd be busy for a while. After that I just flopped on the bed. You're home early," Angie said rolling to her knees next to me. "Ya, we finished a little quicker then I thought we would," I said rolling over onto my back. "You look nice." "You would think I would get tired of hearing that, but I don't," she said straddling me, and sitting on my waist. "How have you, and the mutt been getting along?" I asked smiling. "Honey, he's not a mutt. You are going to give him a complex if you keep calling him that," she said smiling, and dropping her face down to mine. "I missed you like hell," I said pulling her down for a long hot kiss. "Mmmm, I missed you too," she said when we parted lips. My stomach made a loud growl, and Angie sat up laughing. "We had better feed that animal before he starts tearing down the walls." "I guess I forgot that I hadn't eaten since breakfast. What did you two have for dinner? Did you leave anything?" I asked. "I had a salad, but I think Tippie might have some kibble left, I'm sure he would share," she said laughing. "Ha, ha, I'll pass on the rabbit food too. Maybe I'll just skip dinner, and have what's left of the ice cream," I said. "Men. You can't just eat ice cream. Come on, I'll fix you something," she said rolling her eyes at me. I followed her out to the kitchen, not taking my eyes off those bare cheeks. The little peach colored top, and matching G-string, was all that she had on. I sat at the counter while she fixed me a quick sandwich. When she finished she slid the plate, and a glass of water in front of me. "I'm really glad you got home today." "Why, did you need something?" I asked taking a bite of the sandwich. "No, it's just kind of a special day is all," she said. "In what way?" I asked. "I know men don't pay much attention to things like this, but it's three months to the day, today, that I spent my first night with you," she said going over to a drawer by the phone. "I'm sorry honey. I wish I had remembered, I'd have loved to have gotten you something," I said. "That's okay darling, it's kind of been taken care of," she said, sounding mysterious. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Here, I'll tell you after you open your present," she said sliding a small, flat, rectangular box to me. I took the box, and shook the top off of it. In the box was a pair of heavy wire cutters, and a little note, that said one of three. "Did you ruin my other wire cutters or something? Why did I need a new pair?" I asked. "No, I did not ruin your wire cutters. These are for something else," she said. "What does the, one of three, note mean?" I asked. "It means that there are really two more presents, but you don't get them yet," she said. "Okay, enough with the word games. What's going on?" I said. She walked over to me, taking off her little top. "The wire cutters are to cut these," she said, flicking the ring in her right nipple. "You don't like them any more?" I asked. "It's not that. They just have to be gone before you can have your other two," she said. "Why, did you get new ones?" I said. "No, Beth said that even though I probably couldn't feed them, she wanted my nipples to close," she said. "Beth your doctor? What did you see her for? Are you all right? There's nothing wrong is there?" I asked getting concerned. "No, everything is fine. It just that my boobs are too small," she said her eyes sparkling. "Okay, it's time to tell me what the hell is going on," I said getting a little upset. "Beth said that from the dates, and what I told her that it probably happened the first night," she said with tears in her eyes. "You are starting to scare me. What the hell are you talking about? What happened that first night?" I said. "Well, you know how often you tell me you love my round belly," she said, and I nodded. "In the near future, there is going to be a lot more of it to love." "You mean?" I said looking at her. "Daddy Dan has a pretty nice ring to it, don't you think?" she said not able to contain herself any longer, and jumping into my arms. "Oh Angie," I said holding her tight. "How honey? I thought you could have any." "I guess I'm just like my mother. But I think it was you that did it," she said. "Well, if it's only three months old then it had to be me," I said. "That's not really what I meant. I think you and this big pole you keep shoving in me are what made my body figure out what it was supposed to do with all the stuff you shoot into me," she said blushing. "Hey I'll take the credit. So when is it due? Are you okay? You need to start taking it easy," I said. "I'm fine, but there is a little more to it then that. It's not so much of an it, as it is a they," she said looking a little nervous. "You mean you are going to have twins?" I asked incredibly. She just nodded, with tears starting to make their way down her cheeks. Okay that's really THE END Hope you enjoyed it. See you soon.