4 comments/ 79499 views/ 3 favorites You Bet Your Wife By: HungryGuy It took Cian a long time to save up for it, and put him in debt for the next ten years, but he finally did it. He finally bought a brand new Jaguar XJ6--a car that was worth what he made in a year as a junior computer programmer for Megatelco in New York City. At least, being single, he had no other major expenses. He arrived home from work Friday night to his flat overlooking the river Hudson, and began to nuke his dinner. Then, as he sat down to eat, his phone rang. "Hello?" "Oh, hi Piaras!" "Oh not much, just about to chow down, maybe head downtown later in my new Jag! How about you?" "Yeah, you heard me right! I got it!" "Yeah, sure, I'll stop by. Want me to pick up a flick on the way?" "Sure, you pick up a thriller, and I'll stop at my local on the way and pick up some Guinness." "Yeah, sure... Okay, see ya' later Piaras. Bye." Cian often hung out with his best friend Piaras and Piaras' wife Eithne, both whom he knew from work. Sometimes they went out drinking together, but they weren't really barflies, so very often they just hung out at each other's place and watched rented movies, or played poker for small change. Cian arrived at Piaras and Eithne's place and parked in their driveway. They had a little row house in one of those new planned developments. Eithne and Piaras came out of the house as he parked in their driveway and was getting out of his new white Jaguar. "Oooh, it's beautiful," said Eithne! "Sure, and I got it loaded too! Air... Five speed... Two hundred watt stereo... And power everything!" "You're gonna get the babes now, old man," said Piaras poking Cian in the ribs with his elbow. Actually, Cian had never had any luck picking up women, and was still a virgin at 35. Cian wasn't bad looking, he was tall and slim, and women had actually come on to him on occasion back in college, but he was such a klutz that he always spoiled such opportunities. Eithne had even tried to set Cian up with some of her girlfriends a few times, but nothing ever came of it. Now that he was out of college and working, and surer of himself, he was secretly hoping that this car would restore some of those missed opportunities. Once inside, Cian put the movie in the DVD player while Piaras brought out the beer, and Eithne brought out some fish and chips. The movie started and they all settled down to watch. It was one of those sexy slasher-thrillers where the woman usually ends up murdering the men she sleeps with. "Watch this, watch this," urged Piaras, "she ties him up and pokes his eyes out with the ice pick while she's screwing 'im!" "Ewwwwwwww," added Eithne! Cian added, "How do they do that to make it look so real?" The snacks started to run out halfway through the movie. "How about more chips, guys?" "Sounds good," answered Piaras. "Sure, Eithne," added Cian. The movie had gone along its way, and the temptress was about to strike down her next victim. Suddenly, "Oh gross," exclaimed Piaras, "how can he touch his mouth to her privates like that?" "Hey, keep watching, lover. Maybe you'll learn something!" replied Eithne. Cian just kept quiet. After the movie, Cian asked, "well, you guys wanna' go for a ride in my car? Maybe head downtown?" Eithne interrupted, "Slow down guys, why don't we just stay home, I don't feel like getting wasted tonight. And I'm sure Cian doesn't want to get high and wrap his brand new car around a phone pole!" Cian added, "Sure Eithne, maybe its time for me to head home anyway." "I didn't mean to say you have to go, it's still early. I'm just not in the mood to go out now, that's all," said Eithne. "Hey, we have this old Candyland game," kidded Piaras. "Yeah, right..." added Eithne! "Okay, how about a game of poker?" asked Piaras. "Fine with me," said Eithne. "Sure, I'm game," added Cian. "But let's up the stakes this once," urged Piaras. "What kind of stakes?" asked Cian. "Well, how about your Jaguar?" "My Jaguar! No way, Piaras!" "Aw, c'mon! You're not chicken are you? B'caw, b'caw, b'caw!" "Hey! Do you know how long it took me to save up for a car like that? And you want me to bet it on a card game!" "Hey En! Cian's chicken! Cian's chicken!" "Okay, Piaras! If I bet my car, what do you want to bet? You should put up something really outrageous to make it worth betting my car!" "What do you want me to bet against your car then," asked Piaras? "Oh I don't know... How about your house?" "Wait a second!" interrupted Eithne. "As nice as your car is, our house is worth a lot more. That's not an even bet!" "She's right Cian, we can't bet our home," added Piaras. "Well, if you want me to bet something that means a lot to me like my car, you should be willing to bet something that means a lot to you! What else do you have that's really excellent?" "Nothing else, really," said Piaras. "Yeah, we don't have much else," added Eithne. "I don't know then," said Cian. "I can't bet my car if you don't have anything really neat to offer too." "Well, do you have any ideas En?" asked her husband. "I don't know," replied Eithne, "unless Cian can think of something that can match his car, except our townhouse." "Any ideas Cian?" added Piaras. Cian thought and pondered for a while, looking around the room for anything that Piaras and Eithne might be able to put up against his car. Then he noticed Eithne standing, watching him think. Eithne wasn't beautiful, but she was attractive--a tall handsome woman. Cian looked away and closed his eyes for a moment longer, then finally spoke up. "I know what you can bet against my car, Piaras! You can bet your wife!" "What!" exclaimed Piaras and Eithne together. "That's right! If I win, Eithne comes home with me and spends the night. No! The weekend with me, and I'll return her home Monday morning on my way to work." "No way!" screeched Eithne. "So now you're chicken? You wanted high stakes? There's high stakes!" "Well," considered Piaras, "that's high stakes alright!" Piaras though for a moment and added, "How about it Eithne? We could win a Jaguar!" "You're kidding, right?" asked Eithne. "I'm serious if Cian is! Are you, Cian?" "Yes, I'm serious! I'll bet my Jaguar against Eithne spending the weekend with me." "C'mon En, be a sport!" urged Piaras. "You guys are crazy! You know that!" added Eithne. "Oh, c'mon En! We'll have a Jaguar if we win! But you'll only have to spend a little time with Cian if we lose, and I'm not going to lose!" "Well," squeaked Eithne, "if Cian thinks spending time with me is worth his car, I guess I'll go along with the bet--but you better not lose, dear! " Piaras got up and set up the card table before Eithne could entertain more doubts. "We'll make this quick, okay? Best two hands out of three. Winner takes all. Agree?" "Sure." Piaras shuffled the deck and dealt both of them five cards. Picking up his hand, Cian held an Ace and Jack of hearts, a 4 and 5 of clubs, and a 6 of diamonds. Crap. He discarded the Jack. Piaras dealt him a new card. He turned it over. It was a King of spades. Rot! At least he had an Ace high hand if Piaras didn't get any pairs. Piaras then also discarded one card. That's a good sign. Piaras looked at his new card, then up at Cian in his show-nothing poker face. Cian wiped the sweat from his forehead and threw his Ace high hand on the table. Piaras groaned and threw his hand down. Piaras showed a King, 10, 9 and 8 of diamonds, and a 6 of hearts. "I won the first hand!" proclaimed Cian. Piaras shuffled and dealt again. Eyeing his hand, Cian held a Jack and 9 of hearts, a 9 and 7 of spades, and a Jack of clubs. "Not bad," he thought to himself. He kept his pair of Jacks and his pair of 9's, and discarded the 7. Piaras discarded two cards. Cian was dealt 6 of hearts, useless. Piaras dealt himself two cards and looked up at Cian. Grinning, Cian showed his hand with his two pairs. Also grinning, Piaras slammed his hand down showing a pair of Queens and a pair of 3's. "Well, old man," announced Piaras! "The next hand decides." Piaras shuffled and dealt once more. Cian slowly picked up and unfolded his cards. He held a Queen of diamonds, a 10 and 6 of hearts, and a 9 and 5 of clubs. All garbage! Keeping his two highest cards, he discarded the 6, the 9, and the 5. Piaras also discarded three cards. Cian was dealt a 10 of diamonds, a 9 of spades, and a 2 of clubs, leaving him with a pair of 10's. Cian waited until Piaras showed his hand revealing a pair of 8's amid other trash. "I won!" shouted Cian, showing his pair of 10's! Piaras sat still for a moment, then spoke up, "Well, congratulations, old man!" "Thanks Piaras! But I'm glad that game's over! I never sweated so much in my life!" "Say, where'd Eithne go?" asked Cian. "She was just standing here just a second ago." "She probably thinks you're going to hold her to our bet!" laughed Piaras. "But I am going to hold her to the bet! Be honest, wouldn't you have held me to it if you won?" "Honestly," asked Piaras? "I guess I would have taken your car." Eithne walked into the living room at this moment, carrying a small bag. She spoke coldly, "Yes Cian, Piaras definitely would have expected you to honor your bet." Then set down the bag. "What are you doing with that bag, En?" asked Piaras. "I'm going to need some clothes and things!" "Wait a second! You're not serious! You can't really go home with Cian, Eithne!" "He won the bet. If he still wants me to go with him, I will." "Cian..." moaned Piaras. "Yes, Piaras, I'm taking her!" It seemed like seconds before Piaras spoke again. "Well Cian, I don't know if I should offer one last beer to the guy who's going to screw my wife tonight..." "And tomorrow night, and the night after that," added Cian. "Don't rub it in!" Cian took Eithne's bag. "Okay, I won't. It's getting late anyway. Shall we leave, Eithne?" "Sure..." Eithne followed Cian out to his car, and they drove back to Cian's place. When they arrived back at Cian's flat, he brought Eithne's bag into the living room, and set it on the coffee table. "I guess you can sleep on the sofa, Eithne. I have a spare pillow and some extra blankets. I'll get them." Then Cian disappeared into his bedroom for a moment, and returned with an armload of blankets and a pillow. "I hope you'll be comfortable. Anyway, I'm beat, so I'm going to take a bath and go right to bed. G'night!" "You mean you don't want me to--uh--you know?" "Don't worry Eithne, I don't expect you to do anything with me. But! You have to promise me that you'll tell Piaras that we did sleep together and that we screwed our brains out the whole time!" "Okay, I'll tell him that _giggle_ It'll serve him right to think that we did it all weekend long!" "Anyway _yawn_ G'night Eithne. Is there anything else you'll need?" "No thanks. This is fine. Night', Cian." ### When Cian woke the next morning and was heading for the loo, Eithne was already drawing a bath. She emerged about an hour later with her hair wrapped in a towel. "Morning Eithne! Took a bath?" "Hi, Cian. Yes." "Yeah. I need one too." "If you'd like, I'll make some breakfast while you're in the tub?" "Okay, thanks." When Cian finished his bath, Eithne was in the kitchen. He went into the bedroom and got dressed in a pair of jeans and a blue tee shirt. When he entered the kitchen, Eithne was there with her hair combed in its usual way and wearing jeans and a dark blue sweatshirt, making pancakes. "I found some pancake mix in the cabinet," she said. Eithne poured them two glasses of orange juice and also put the pot on for coffee. They ate their pancakes together amid an awkward silence. As they were finishing, Cian broke the silence, "Okay, Eithne, I've just planned an outing for us today!" "Oh? Where?" "You'll see. Go get your bag ready again!" Eithne looked at Cian quizzically for a moment, while he just grinned back at her and went in the bedroom. Cian put their dishes in the dishwasher and she came out of the bedroom with her bag. Cian went over to her, took her bag, and led her out to his car. "Don't you need a bag too?" asked Eithne. "I always keep an overnight bag in my boot in case I want to go somewhere on the spur of the moment," answered Cian. Cian's bright white Jaguar had left New York and had been heading west into New Jersey on the I22. About an hour into the drive, he entered New Jersey's most notorious roundabout, known as the Somerville Circle. He turned southbound onto the I206 when Eithne asked again, "Where are we going Cian? Please tell me!" "Just up ahead," he said with a grin. About an hour later, he turned right onto a winding secondary road, which snaked up into the hills. About a kilometer from the exit, he turned into a wide driveway through a heart shaped wooden archway that read, "Lover's Hideout." "I had always planned to take a girlfriend to this place, if I could have ever got a girlfriend." "This isn't a nudist camp, Cian, is it?" asked Eithne. "Oh no! Nothing like that! It's a nice place. A bed-and-breakfast surrounded by a garden, forest paths, and several small ponds. Some out-of-the-way areas are 'clothing optional,' but you don't have to go there unless you want to." Cian thought that Eithne was still a little suspicious, so he decided to wait until she saw for herself. They drove up the winding wooded driveway for several hundred meters until they came to a clearing. There was a small car park big enough for, at most, twenty cars. There was only about five other cars. They could see a building just up beyond a brick path that led from the car park. Cian got their bags out of the boot and led her up the path. The building, they saw, was a large two story stone cottage with lots of storybook gingerbread ornamentation. "Cute," remarked Eithne, as they entered. Once inside, they were in a cozy little lobby area with oriental throw rugs scattered here and there, and antiques used as lobby furniture. Cian led Eithne up to the registration counter, and the woman standing there greeted them in a Slavic accent, "Welcome to Lovers' Hideout, I'm Ingrid. How can I help the two of you," she said with a genuinely warm smile? "I'm Cian, and this is Eithne. We'd like a room, please." "Certainly," answered Ingrid. "It'll be two hundred and fifty American dollars per night, which includes the room, all meals, and recreational facilities and entertainment." Eithne pulled Cian away from the counter. "Cian," Eithne quickly whispered, "please don't spend that much money on me! I'm not really your girl, you know!" "Eithne," Cian whispered back, "I'm not spending it on you! Honestly, I'm spending it on me. I want to have a romantic night. I've played this weekend through my head so many times already. I just didn't expect it to happen quite this way." Cian returned to the counter and said, "One night please." He handed Ingrid his Virgin Atlantic card, and handed Cian a room key. "You're in room seven. Just up those stairs. Checkout time is anytime you want. Enjoy your stay!" "Thank you," answered Cian. Eithne merely nodded. Again, Cian took their bags, left the lobby into a small anteroom and up a narrow stone stairway. At the top of the stairway a wooden 'cupid' pointed to rooms 1 to 5 to the left, and another to rooms 6 to 20 to the right. They turned right and went past several doors until they came to the one with the number 7 emblazoned on a wooden heart on the door. Cian set the bags down, unlocked the door with the key, and opened it. Eithne moved to enter the room as Cian said, "Wait! Maybe you're not my wife, but the way things are going, I'm never going to have one of my own, I really want to do this." And before Eithne could speak, Cian picked her up and carried her through the doorway. He carried her into the room and sat on the bed setting her on his lap. Eithne put her hand on his shoulder, "You really are a romantic guy Cian, it's a shame you aren't doing this with your own girlfriend." "Honestly Eithne, I'd rather be here with a friend than not be doing it at all!" Eithne smiled and started to get off Cian's lap. "Wait! Kiss me, Eithne." "What? Cian! I..." "Eithne, I just want a kiss." " "Uhm. Shouldn't we get our bags out of the hallway Cian?" "Oh, sure..." Eithne got off Cian's lap and he brought their bags into the room. Noticing the room for the first time, it was a quaint little room. The most noticeable feature was a four poster king size bed covered with a seemingly handmade quilt. On one table was a marble stylized sculpture of a man and woman embracing, but not otherwise erotic. On one of the night-stands was a small bowl of green M&Ms. Noticeably absent was a telly or phone. Eithne looked around, "How sweet! A bouquet of fresh flowers," which was standing in a vase on a table by the window. Eithne walked over to the flowers to smell them, and then she opened the door by the window that led out to a secluded balcony enclosed on three sides, and also an arch on the outer wall. A grove of trees stood just beyond the wrought iron balcony railing, allowing a view onto the grounds, but obscuring the view of the balcony from below. Cian followed her out onto the balcony. "This is lovely Cian! How did you ever find a place like this?" "I've always been on the lookout for places like this to take a girlfriend. This place was listed in a book of local day trips. So anyway, here we are. Now, kiss me Eithne!" "But Cian, what if someone sees us? We can go inside--to kiss..." "Eithne, I'm sure that anyone spying on these balconies has seen a lot worse than kissing!" "But what if someone recognizes me? Maybe we should have stayed at your place." "Don't worry, not a whole lot of people know about this place. The owners like to keep it that way too. That's why I brought you here." "Now, are you going to honor your bet and kiss me, or not!" She approached him and stood stiffly with her arms to her side. He embraced her and gave her a long passionate kiss. Eithne pulled away after about a second. Still embracing her, Cian said, "Come Eithne, let's take a walk around?" Cian took Eithne's hand as they left the room. Back in the anteroom, besides the lobby, one passageway led into a dimly lit dining room, another into a tiny lounge, and another into a small game room. A short corridor also led out to the back of the building, which is where Cian led Eithne. They exited into a thin grove of trees, where a number of brick paths led off in different directions. A large heart shaped sign hanging on a tree there read: _The way leading back to the Inn will always be marked_ _wherever you are. But the trails leading away from_ _the Inn are deliberately left unmapped because we want_ _every journey through our woods to be a romantic surprise._ "Well, let's go this way," said Cian. They walked up a path and around a hill and came into a hanging garden. For a hot summer day, it felt quite cool standing here among the shady trees. Here, paths branched in all different directions and they ambled down one at random. "Ohhh, these flowers are so pretty! This is just beautiful, Cian!" "Yes, I didn't know they had a hanging garden here! This is nice!" They continued walking through the garden, hand in hand. They eventually passed through an archway in a stone wall, which led out into a heavily wooded area. The brick path split in two and they continued down one of the branches. Another couple approached from the other direction, and as they came near, Eithne jerked her hand out of Cian's. Cian said nothing, and both couples nodded to each other as they passed. When the other couple passed from sight, Cian said, "Eithne, why did you pull your hand away? Until this weekend is over, you are _my_ main squeeze!" You Bet Your Wife Episode 01 "Hello, and welcome to You Bet Your Wife. The show where only the contestant's wit can stop us from using his wife on national TV," boomed, an unseen announcer. "Now let's give a big welcome to Zoya Takoni, our host and the sexiest, kinkiest star in Hollywood." A bright spotlight shot across the dark stage to reveal Zoya strutting across the stage. Her welcome consisted of nearly as much whopping as applause. Zoya clearly enjoyed the attention and rewarded the audience with a confident sexy walk, which would have challenged every man in the room, even if her body had been hidden by loose fabric from head to toe. To the obvious delight of the audience her outfit obviously made no attempt to hide anything. Today she was wearing a black leather mini skirt slit up the side to expose the thin strap of a blue thong. A transparent blue shirt, held closed in the middle by a single tie covered, though only in a very generous sense of the word, her top. Through the delicate blue fabric a matching bra was clearly visible. The entire outfit, would only barely have qualified for late night network TV, thankfully this wasn't network TV. At the center of the stage a sleek couch waited by itself for the host. Just big enough for two people to both sit on, it was clearly designed to force its occupants into close contact. Zoya stopped in front of the couch waiting as the audience to quiet and the lights rose on this stage. Zoya stood on the middle of a glass stage empty except for herself and the couch. This stage was now brightly illuminated both by spotlights and a multitude of small lights shining up through the floor but nearby the outline of another circular stage were visible but its contents were obscured by darkness. Flashing a naughty little smile Zoya asked the audience, "Is everyone ready for me to win someone's wife?" "Well then let's meet our contestant tonight!" The deep voiced announcer broke in again, "Give a big hand to our contestant, Michael Schmidt from Chicago Illinois." A new spotlight lit Michael's entrance. He was fashionably, though somewhat conservatively dressed in khaki slacks and a short-sleeved button down blue shirt. A slim build along with short brown hair completed his look as an attractive young professional. Coming up to Zoya, Michael reached out his hand to great her but disregarding Michael's attempted handshake, Zoya warmly kissed him on the cheek. "Hi Michael, congratulation for qualifying for You Bet Your Wife." Following Zoya's gesture Michael and Zoya sat on the couch, the short length unavoidably pushing Zoya's bare legs up against Michael. "Before we start the game tonight maybe you could tell us a little bit about yourself, Michael." asked Zoya while flashing him a flirtatious smile that would have challenged the vows of monk. "Well I'm 23 years old recent college graduate. I finished up at UCLA only a little over a year ago," answer Michael his voice betraying a mixture of nervousness and the unconscious desire to impress a pretty woman. As soon as the enthusiastic UCLA supporters in the audience died down Zoya continued her friendly questioning, "So what caused you to move to Chicago?" "Work. It was the only place where both my wife and I could find employment." "So what do you do?" "I'm a computer programmer. I work for a firm that makes personal budgeting software." "And your wife?" "Allison does typesetting for the newspaper." "Those are pretty different jobs, how did you two meet?" "Well actually they aren't that different, we both do our work on the computer. That's how we meet. Allison lived across the hall from me our sophomore year and we met when she needed help installing some of her typesetting software. When we were both single the next year I asked her out and we've been together ever since," Michael replied smiling at the memory. "Ohh that's sweet, and when did you get married?" "Last year, right after we graduated from college." "So since you started dating her has anyone else slept with your wife?" "Not that I know of," responded Michael with a nervous little laugh. "Does putting Allison on You Bet Your Wife, make you nervous? You know you might have to watch her sleep with someone else on national TV." "Sure, I'm a little nervous but I'm going to quit before that can happen." Zoya's smile became a little devious at this response. It wouldn't be hard to tease Michael into risking a lot more than he planned. Not questioning his response Zoya continued, "So what made you decide to compete in You Bet Your Wife?" "Actually it was my wife's idea. We've been thinking about starting a family so we want to purchase a house. Even though Allison's very pretty we didn't really think we were going to be selected when we applied but she didn't think having someone fondle her breasts would be the end of the world and we could get enough money to purchase our dream house." At the mention of someone fondling Allison's breasts Michael twisted a little in his seat obviously not entirely comfortable with the idea. Lightly touching Michael's arm Zoya said, "I wish you luck getting that house. Are you ready to start playing?" "Sure" "Do you remember the rules?" "I'm pretty sure I have them down." "Well let me remind you and the audience," Zoya said launching into a practiced description. "Before this show started we gave Michael and his wife a psychological questioner as well as interviewing their friends. Our experts have examined those responses and figured out a secret dark fantasy of Allison's. How much of that fantasy Allison has to act out in front of our studio audience depends on how well Michael can answer our questions." "The questions work much like Who Wants to be a Millionaire. The first question is worth one thousand dollars and each additional question twice the previous question up to a total of ten questions. Like Millionaire the contestant can request a hint but he must 'pay' for his hint by removing a major article of clothing. Unlike Millionaire a wrong answer doesn't cause the contestant to forfeit money, it causes his wife to forfeit sexual favors. The later the question the more his wife has to pay for the mistake. For instance a wrong answer on the first question might require the contestant's wife to strip down to a bra and panties. An incorrect answer on question two, whether or not the contestant got the first question right, might cause his wife to strip down to only her panties. We can't have contestants cutting and running once they start to lose so you can only ask us to release your wife after a correct answer but the contestant can always choose not to spare his wife even if he gets the questions right. The later questions are harder than the earlier ones. There is also an extra special bonus for getting the tenth question right." Pausing Zoya suggestively liked her lips making sure to rest her hand on Michael's thigh to make the beneficiary clear, "I'm your slave for the night." Rubbing her hand up and down over Michael's thigh Zoya suggestively continued, "I promise you won't be disappointed. Even better any couple getting all ten questions correct will have any reasonable sexual fantasy of their choice fulfilled. They may even select audience or staff members of their choice to participate. Our lawyers assure us that the contract our audience members have signed is completely binding. However, so as not to disappoint the viewing public the successful contestant must appoint an audience or staff member, such as myself, to take the place of the contestant's wife as if all ten questions had been answered incorrectly. On the other hand if you get the tenth question wrong not only are you going to be publicly cuckolded but the contestant must follow my orders while his wife is exploited and of course I get a large cash bonus. Contestants getting all ten questions wrong become the property of this show for one year." "Alight Michael, are you ready to see the situation we have arranged for your wife?" Still somewhat nervous but also quite curious what dark fantasy lurked in Allison's man Michael gave a brief nod. At his assent the second stage was sprayed with spotlights and burst into view. The first thing Michael noticed about the other stage was the transparent box, pulleys and ropes hanging from its ceiling, surrounding the entire structure. He wondered if it was to keep over-enthusiastic spectators out or reluctant participants inside but before he could dwell on the troubling second option he finally noticed his wife standing in the center of the second stage. If Zoya's outfit invited men to ogle her body Allison's tight leather corset demanded they fuck her. The rest of Allison's outfit did nothing to dissuade them. A small black thong, the straps obviously designed to be easily untied, was her only other covering. Boots and a wide leather collar completed the look. Allison wasn't the only person on the other stage. Standing around her stood four shirtless well-built men wearing only tight leather pants. Showing a degree of self control obviously beyond the audience they maintained a military at-ease position looking out into the crowd instead of ogling the barely clothed beauty in their midst. A tall blond haired women paced around the four men making sure they maintained their discipline. Skin-tight red latex covered her from head to toe but she carried a long black riding crop to discourage any ideas her outfit might provoke. After a moment for Michael and the audience to absorb Allison's predicament Zoya returned to her role as the host. Addressing the woman in the skintight red cat suit Zoya asked, "Mistress Dena, could you please tell Michael and our audience what you plan to do with his wife." The lady in the red cat suit responded in a clipped authoritarian tone, "First I am going to have Allison handcuffed show she can't object to our later uses of her. Then I am going to have one of my men remove her panties." While mistress Dena continued her list she was slowly pacing around Allison running her black riding crop over Allison's body dramatically illustrating her worlds. "After Michael's third mistake Allison's ankles will be bound in chains. Next we will suspend her by those ankle ties, leaving her dangling and helpless in the air." With the graphic description of how she would be stripped and helplessly bound Allison began to tremble slightly, though with fear or desire even she wasn't sure. The mistress took note of her reaction but continued her list without the slightest warming of tone. "Suspended revealingly I will violate and toy with Allison and then force her to please one of my assistants. Her last shred of clothing will be striped from her and after this we will string her up horizontally giving me complete access to her body. Once she is hanging in the air with her legs spread I will let one of my assistants take her. Should her husband get the last question incorrect I will let my assistants use her as a fuck toy until they are fully satisfied." By now Allison's nervousness was clearly displayed on her face but the way her body would follow the light touch of her mistress's crop suggested that nervousness was mixed with desire. "Don't worry," mistress Dena said turing to Allison with a slight smile, "my men have plenty of stamina. They won't be satisfied for some time." Zoya turned back to Michael asking, "So how do you feel about what we have in store for your wife?" "Well it makes me a little nervous," replied Michael his voice trembling just a bit. "It also turns you on doesn't it," Zoya asserted running her hand up Michael's thigh and grasping his hard member through his pants to make her point. Michael's body twitched in response to Zoya's attentions but obviously feeling uncomfortable with his wife so publicly at risk he said nothing. "Well it is to late for you to turn back now, Michael," intoned Zoya, "it's time for your first question." Michael quickly answered the first two questions without any apparent difficulty. With each correct answer Zoya would now on the third question, "What is the second tallest mountain in the world," he seemed stumped. Being pressed up against Zoya, who never missed an opportunity to touch his arm or leg, wasn't helping his concentration. "I should know this," commented Michael, "but it just seems to have slipped my mind." Zoya began to finger the buttons on Michael's shirt and reminded him, "You know if you let me take off your shirt you can have a hint." Michael hesitated for a moment glancing at his wife who was watching him intently, an unreadable look on her face and he answered, "Sure." Allison stared unwaveringly, her expression indecipherable, as Zoya teasingly undid Michael's buttons. His shirt unbuttoned, revealing a trim well-muscled chest, Michael finished pulling it off flashing a guilty look towards Allison. Zoya's fingernails scraped lightly over Michael's pecks and trailed down his stomach to run teasingly along his belt line. The bulge in Michael's pants making the effect clear to anyone in the audience. Finally, deciding she had been enough of a tease for now Zoya whispered her clue in Michael's ear, "There is a 'two' in the name." Zoya's fingers idly traced pattern's on Michael's bare top, distracting him while he searched for an answer he should know. Finally realizing the answer wasn't going to come to him he relented, "Alight, I give up." "Ohh too bad," Zoya replied placing a lingering kiss on Michael's lips, "Let's watch what happens to your wife." In response to a barked command from their mistress the four men standing around Allison moved in to extract the cost of Michael's mistake. Allison stood calmly as the men closed in around her but her face betrayed nervousness and desire. Acting in concert the men behind Allison grasped her wrists, their strong hands holding her still as they handcuffed her hands together behind her back. The two shirtless men in front bent down to bind her ankles coincidentally giving the entranced audience a perfect view of the woman being helpless bound in front of them. Their work finished Allison's muscled captors professionally stepped back ignoring the opportunity to fondle their victim. Instead they pulled the heavy steel chains now firmly locked to Allison's ankles taught giving her no choice but to spread her legs in response. The entire position, hands cuffed behind her back and legs forcibly spread apart was designed to make her feel extremely vulnerable and it was working. The red clad Mistress Dena strolled up to Allison to inspect her bound captive. Mistress Dena walked around behind Allison as if inspecting a piece of property letting her riding crop tantalizingly trace Allison's breasts and ass. In response Allison's heart began to thud in her chest but whether it was in fear or desire even she couldn't tell. Stopping behind her victim Mistress Dena reached her hands around to run them lightly over her victim's tight corset. Snaking out her tongue the red clad mistress teasingly licked Allison's ear and, in response to her sudden intake of breath, she whispered, "I'm going to have all my men fuck you while everyone watches, and your going to enjoy it." Unlike Zoya, Dena wasn't wearing a mike and the audience couldn't hear what she said but they could see and imagine from the way Allison's body suddenly stiffened. A master showman mistress Dena knew she had built up the anticipation to just the write point and swiftly untied the knots holding Allison's panties to her hips. She could hear the audience gasp as Allison's panties dropped to the floor revealing a neatly shaved ribbon of hair. Knowing when to touch and when to build anticipation mistress Dena walked back around to Allison's front. Grabbing Allison's bare ass mistress Dena pulled her in for a long slow kiss, to the audible appreciation of the men in the audience. Then, as suddenly as the kiss had begun, Dena walked away leaving a flustered Allison. "Wow that was sexy," commented Zoya to Michael, "are you ready for the next question?" Looking a little uneasy Michael gave a short nod. Smiling naughtily at Michael's discomfort Zoya read the next question which, much to Michael's relief, he answered easily. Hiding her disappointment Zoya warmly congratulated him, "With smarts like this you don't have anything to worry about," while worshipfully resting her hand on Michael's right bicep. Zoya was looking forward to making Michael squirm while he watched Mistress Dena publicly turn his wife into a slut but she had to be careful and make sure he didn't chicken out. As it was, her carefully crafted compliment was having the desired effect and Michael confidently announced he was ready for the next question. "Name the two moons of mars." The question hung for a minute in the air, the troubled look on Michael's face revealing his confusion. As Michael wracked his mind looking for the answer Zoya's hands began distractingly trailing over his chest. His attention divided Michael struggled to stay focused but he couldn't help but watch Zoya's teasing fingers slide under the waist of his pants. Toying with the button on his slacks Zoya made him a compelling offer, "Let me take these off and you can have another hint." Zoya knew reducing Michael to just his underwear would distract him far more than the hint might help but her fingers were keeping Michael from thinking straight. Torn at the offer Michael looked to his wife for advice and naturally found her staring back at him watching another women tease her husband but the apprehensive look on her face made up his mind. Resolving not to get another question wrong and let this go any further he gave Zoya the answer she was hoping for, "Alight, I'll take the hint." Flashing a triumphant smile toward Allison Zoya began slowly undoing Michael's pants. In keeping with her part of the bargain Zoya relayed to Michael the hint she received over her ear piece, "One of them is named Demos and the other starts with a P," while her skillful hands sought to undermine any benefit the hint might have given Michael. Seemingly incidentally Zoya took every chance to rub against Michael's hardening penis as she pulled his slacks down around her ankles. Finding himself very exposed, not to mention aroused, in nothing but a pair of silk boxers obviously tented up by his engorged penis a flustered Michael guessed desperately, "Portos." "Ohh, I'm so sorry," Zoya responded with faked sympathy, "The correct answer is Phobos, I'm afraid," Zoya continued tracing the edge of Michael's penis with a fingernail, "that your wife is going to have to pay for that." Traitorously Michael's penis twitched in arousal revealing another weakness for Zoya to manipulate. Pretending she hadn't noticed, Zoya continued, "Mistress Dena would you please take charge of Allison's payment." Slapping the riding crop against her leg Mistress Dena barked out an order. Jumping to obey one of the shirtless men behind Allison slipped his thick muscular arms around Allison's waste forcing her to lean back against his bare chest. Moving together as a team two other men in leather pants threw the chains attached to Allison's ankles up over two large pulleys, which hung from the ceiling. Rhythmically, in short sure strokes, the men pulled the metal links down over those pulleys inevitably dragging Allison's ankles up towards the ceiling. Allison's black boots were yanked off the floor forcing her weight to be supported by the man behind her and the chains fastened about her black leather boots. The extra weight seemed not to matter to the men on the chains, muscles bulging they continued to hoist Allison's ankles higher until her feet dangled from the chains nine feet off the floor. With a snap of finality the fourth man locked the metal chains to fixtures in the floor and the man who had been holding Allison about the waste gently released her to hang by her ankles. Michael watched fascinated as Allison was hoisted into the air. Despite himself he couldn't help but be aroused by the sight of his bottomless wife helplessly hung with her legs split into a Y. Turned on herself Zoya continued to lightly trace Michael's penis with her fingernail. In her mind Zoya relished the thought of toying with Michael while he watched Mistress Dena repeatedly use his wife. First though she had to make sure he didn't get away. Capitalizing on his fixated stare Zoya slipped her hand up under his boxers skillfully using her hand to bring Michael to new levels of distraction. You Bet Your Wife Episode 01 Mistress Dena paced around her helpless hanging victim letting the exposing nature of the situation sink in. Without panties and suspended upside down with spread legs Allison's most private parts were on public display. Tantalizingly Mistress Dena ran a finger down over Allison's inner thigh, circling but not touching her flushed lips. Pausing for a moment Mistress Dena looked out challengingly at the audience deliberately bringing her finger up to her lips and sexily sucking on it. Knowing what was coming the audience sat silently at the edge of their seats as the red clad blonde dominatrix dragged her wet finger over Allison's sensitive pussy then suddenly pushing it in between the waiting lips. Pleased with the gasp her invasion of Allison's ready pussy elicited Dena withdrew her finger now covered in her juices. Mistress Dena knew what the audience, or at least the men, wanted to see. Bringing her finger down to Allison's mouth, which hung at about waist level, she ordered, "Suck it." Allison shook her head no, keeping her lips tightly sealed. Quick as a flash the riding crop was in Mistress Dena's other hand harshly smacking Allison's bare ass. Mistress Dena ordered again, "Suck it," and this time Allison reluctantly opened her mouth and dutifully sucked off her own juices while the audience cheered. Stepping back so she could watch Allison's face Mistress Dena turned to one of her male underlings ordering, "Bring me the violator." The blonde dominatrix watched with satisfaction as desire and fear warred on her captive's face; she prided herself on using a victims own sexual need to break them teasing and tormenting them until they begged to be violated and used in the most graphic ways. Taking the large black dildo by the long prominent handle from her assistant she leisurely walked back to Allison. Placing the rounded end against Allison's knee Mistress Dena lightly ran the rounded tip of the violator over her victim's inner thing and then on down over the tight black corset still covering Allison's top. Resting the thick artificial penis against Allison's throat Mistress Dena listened to the sweat sound of her victim's heavy anticipatory breathing. Deciding it was time to make Allison complicit in her abuse Mistress Dena demanded, "Tell me what you think I'm going to do with this." Allison balked for a moment but as the red clad dominatrix shifted to take her riding crop she nervously spoke up, "You're going to violate me with it." Seeing the stern frown on Mistress Dena's face Allison realized she wouldn't be satisfied with anything but a graphic description. Realizing she had no choice the normally demure Allison gave in, "You are going to take that big black dildo and push it into my pussy. Then you're going to keep pumping it in and out while the audience watches me get violated." "Very good," complimented the blonde dominatrix, "but you forgot to say how much you were going to enjoy it." Taking the blunt end of the long black rod away from Allison's throat Mistress Dena walked around behind Allison so everyone could have a clear view of her face. Bringing the black dildo up between Allison's legs Mistress Dena rested it on Allison's entrance. "Take a look around," taunted the dominatrix, "everyone, even your husband, wants to see you penetrated." Slowly now the thick black rod sank down pushing it's way deep into Allison's body. Unable to help herself Allison closed her eyes and groaned in pleasure as she was filled. Reaching around the large black rod Mistress Dena's finger's found Allison's clit and began to massage while her other hand continued to ram the rod in and out of her helpless victim. Listening to his wife describe how she was going to be used had an irresistible effect on Michael. Despite himself Michael found himself muttering under his breath, "Yes, give it to her," as the black rod slid into his wife. Taking advantage of the situation Zoya leaned over whispering in Michael's ear while her hand continued to excite his penis to new levels of arousal. "Isn't it great to see her helplessly violated," Zoya whispered, "that big black dildo slides in and out of your wife while everyone watches. Wouldn't you like to take me from behind while we watch your wife get off? You can make it happen if you get the last question right," Zoya suggested rubbing Michael's penis for emphasis. Helplessly Michael found himself considering the idea, but he was soon distracted by Allison's cries. "Ohh god, ohh god," moaned Allison her cries of pleasure amplified to fill the entire set. Michael could tell his wife was on the verge of orgasm but Mistress Dena wasn't about to allow anything of the kind. Cruelly denying Allison her release the blonde dominatrix pushed the dildo deep into her victim and left it impaled there. Mistress Dena briefly continued to torment Allison by teasing her clit watching her struggle helplessly in midair in a futile attempt to gain leverage against the dildo still penetrating her body and achieve release. A barely audible "please" escaped Allison's mouth before she clamped it shut resolving not to beg like a slut in front of all these people. With false innocence the red clad dominatrix asked, "Did you want something?" When Allison didn't respond Mistress Dena shrugged, it was still too early to expect her victim to start begging, and then motioned one of her shirtless underlings over. Taking the man's large hand she placed it around the black rod protruding from Allison and carefully positioned his large fingers over her victim's sensitive clit. Ignoring the sharp hiss from below a man's touch elicited Mistress Dena sharply instructed her assistant, "Use your fingers to keep her just shy of orgasm. If she comes you will be sorry," threatened the blond dominatrix, "but a job well done will be rewarded," emphasizing her last comment with a pointed glance at the helpless girl hanging in front of them. "Mmmm, your wife is a sexy little thing," commented Zoya, "she really seems to be enjoying her treatment." "Mmmm," answered Michael noncommittally his attention focused on watching his wife twitch and squirm as the muscular man behind her expertly teased her clit. Pressing the issue Zoya continued her hand moving to cup Michael's penis as she spoke, "If she doesn't like it why is she moaning so much?" "Okay, I guess it really turns her on," Michael reluctantly admitted, "what's your point?" "Only that it doesn't really seem fair for you to just watch her enjoy herself without getting anything for yourself," Zoya answered taking Michael's hand and pulling it to her bare stomach to emphasis what she meant by anything. Automatically Michael found himself pulling Zoya in for a deep kiss. Allowing Michael's hands to pull her in Zoya knelt over Michael's waist grinding her crotch against his as they kissed. Breaking the kiss Zoya arched back giving the overhead camera a good shot of Michael's hands groping her breasts. Judging she had Michael right were she wanted him, it was a really big bonus if he missed the last question after all. Zoya sprung her trap, "You know if you get the tenth question right my body is yours to use. It's only fair you get to enjoy yourself too." "I suppose," answered Michael torn between the promise he made to Allison to quit early and the nearly irresistible desire to fuck Zoya. He glanced over Zoya's shoulder at his wife still twitching in desire but also intently watching his seduction. Evading the issue for the moment, he had to answer the next question no matter what, Michael instead asked for the next question. Without abandoning her position kneeling across Michael Zoya immediately asked, "Who is the president of Russia?" Excited and distracted Michael found himself blurting out, "Gorbachov." As soon as he said it he realized his mistake saying, "No, no that's not what I meant!" "Ohh that's too bad," cooed Zoya, "I'm afraid we have to take your first answer. Mistress Dena would you do the honors." "Hey," Michael protested, "I got the right answer. It was just a slip of the tongue." To Michael's dismay only Zoya seemed to hear his objections and she made no motion to stop the blonde dominatrix. Instead Zoya leaned over on top of Michael swinging her leg over his lap and rubbing her smooth toned thigh against his tented boxers, not incidentally pushing her already scandalous miniskirt even higher. Nibbling Michael's ear Zoya whispered, "What's the problem? Don't you want to see Allison suck cock?" Stroking his penis Zoya continued taunting Michael, "Don't you want to see your sweat little wife's mouth sliding up and down big hard cock?" Helplessly Michael found himself distracted by Zoya's disturbing, yet extremely erotic, suggestions. Losing the fight with his arousal Michael's protests died on his lips and he stared fixedly at the other stage his face contorted with desire and horror. Well versed in the power of suspense Mistress Dena calmly strutted back towards Allison giving her time to think about what was about to happen. With a gentle touch of the fingers the blond dominatrix indicated her shirtless helper should stop teasing Allison. With a look of detached interest Mistress Dena began to examine Allison with her fingers. Even lightly touching the area where Allison's labia spread to take in the wide black dildo produced a muffled moan and a bit of frustrated struggling. Finished with her exam Mistress Dena slapped her riding crop across Allison's breasts, even through the corset producing a yelp, and declared, "Your about ready to cum. You want to be fucked bad don't you?" When Allison defiantly refused to answer Mistress Dena simply shrugged and turned to her beautifully built assistant standing ready in front of Allison. The blond dominatrix deliberately circled around behind her assistant making sure Allison's face hung mere inches from his waist. Reaching around from behind she started lightly running her painted nails over his well-defined chest. Through extreme discipline the man stood at attention without the slightest facial twitch as the Mistress Dena's fingers traced their way from his chest down to his abdomen. Addressing her assistant but loud enough for Allison and the microphones to hear, the blond dominatrix commented, "You did a good job not letting that slut cum." Hearing herself address as 'that slut' hit Allison like a high voltage shock. Outraged at the slight she twisted forcefully against her bounds doing little twisting herself around the large black dildo firmly planted between her legs. Allison tried to fight back a moan but the fact that they could call her a slut and she couldn't do anything about it was too arousing. Hating herself for being turned on by it, and hating herself even more for showing she was turned on by it she still couldn't stop the gasp of pleasure from escaping her lips. Ignoring Allison's struggles Mistress Dena's nails continued to work their way down her handsome assistants torso. Reaching his tight leather pants the blonde dominatrix began deliberately untying the laces. While her hands worked to free the bulge in her assistant's pants her voice revealed her intent, "I promised you a reward for a good job and you deserve it." Knowing full well what was going to happen, Allison watched with hypnotic fascination as Mistress Dena first undid the black leather pants and then slid her hand into them to emerge with a large semi-erect cock. Unable to turn away Allison stared as Mistress Dena's fingernails skillfully brought her assistants manhood to attention. Desire and fear warred in Allison's mind as she watched the penis grow to a large erect cock. His penis fully erect Mistress Dena grabbed the man's wrists and pulled his hands up, policeman style, behind his head. Giving his cock one last stroke the blond dominatrix commented, "Don't move and enjoy your reward." Turning to Allison Mistress Dena ordered, "Alight slut, get to it and start sucking." Staring at the large dick inches from her face Allison swallowed nervously and paused. How could she take that much? The harsh sting, of a riding crop on her ass, interrupted her thoughts. "Didn't you hear me slut," demanded Mistress Dena whilst striking her hard across the ass again, "start sucking." Desperate to avoid the stinging pain Allison opened wide and dove down on the waiting cock. "Isn't that hot," whispered Zoya into Michael's ear, "I just love the way your wife is sucking on that cock." Michael grunted noncommittally in response his attention focused on the large screen displaying a close-up of Allison's face, her eyes firmly shut in a look of deep concentration. "See how tightly her lips are wrapped around that hard penis," Zoya continued massaging Michael's penis through his boxers, "and how deeply that dick is sliding into her mouth." Michael softly groaned in repressed desire and Zoya continued her pornographic commentary to the giant image of his wife sucking cock. Not wanting to push Michael over the edge yet Zoya gave his penis one last rub and pulled away. "It looks like your wife is going to be sucking that dick for awhile so we had better move on to the next question." Still watching Allison give head Michael barely responded but Zoya continued anyway. "How many electoral votes does Florida cast in the US presidential election," Zoya asked now back in announcer mode. "Jesus Christ," swore Michael still watching his wife's face slide up and down the glistening shaft, "how am I supposed to know that?" Still focused on the video screen he finally gave up an answer, "Twenty Two." Smiling in response Zoya turned to Mistress Dena, "Would you please do the honors?" Allison's eyes snapped open in response to Mistress Dena's hands on her hips. Hanging from her ankles with her mouth filled by cock there was nothing Allison could do as the dominatrix' hands moved down her sides to begin unlacing the corset. While Allison's head continued to bob up and down Mistress Dena pulled the corset away revealing Allison's luscious breasts pulled into perfect half-spheres by the reverse gravity. Mistress Dena worked her hands around to gently cup Allison's breasts. Taking Allison's nipples between her fingers the dominatrix gave a long slow pull on the breasts. Allison's mouth opened to moan in what may have been pain or pleasure but any sound was cut off as the man thrust his rock hard penis down into her throat. Seeing her assistant's bucking hips Mistress Dena reversed her manipulations now kneading Allison's breasts with strong sure motions. The red clad dominatrix now pulled back on Allison's breasts using them as handles to move her body. Hanging from her ankles Allison easily swayed backward forcing her to lean forward just to keep the tip of the bucking penis in her mouth. Finally the cock was fully pulled from Allison's mouth giving her enough time only to exclaim, "What.." before the twitching dick spurted it's hot cum over her breasts. Mistress Dena pushed Allison's breasts together to capture the last dribbles commenting to Allison, "How does it feel to be drenched in cum on national TV?" To the audiences delight Mistress Dena forced Allison to lick the globules of cum of which had dribbled onto her finger's as well as Allison's breasts before starting to massage the rest of the hot semen into Allison's breasts. While the audience watched his naked wife get lathered in cum Michael had to face another question. Once again he was stumped, this time trying to remember the capitol of Nebraska. Realizing he wouldn't get any more sure waiting around he finally offered his answer, "Omaha." "Ohh, I'm so sorry," cooed Zoya, "the correct answer is Lincoln." Seeing that Michael had gotten another question wrong Mistress Dena gave one last tug on Allison's breasts, eliciting a disappointed sigh from her victim. "Alight boys," ordered the dominatrix, "finish stringing her up." Mistress Dena toyed with the large black dildo still impaled between her victim's legs while her men begin taking up the slack in the chains around Allison's wrists. Mistress Dena ran her nail gently around Allison's pussy lips. Ignoring her victims reluctant moans Mistress Dena taunted, "Don't worry I'm sure we can replace this with something more satisfying," as she slowly pulled the black rod out of Allison's body. "Only two more questions," taunted Zoya as they watched Allison being hoisted up horizontally. "Look at the way she is hanging their just waiting for someone to stand between her spread legs and pull your wife back onto their waiting cocks." Michael gave a stricken look as the cameras focused in between Allison's spread legs. However, his tented boxers told another story, quivering with excitement as the screen showed an artificial cock mounted on a long wooden pole, teasingly slide over his wife's entrance. Tearing his eyes away from the giant image of Allison quivering in desire he spoke, "Alight, lets get this over with ask me the next question." "What, don't you like watching," teased Zoya rubbing Michael's penis for emphasis. "Alight, here is the next question. What country in the world has the smallest population?" Watching fixedly as the artificial cock pushed slowly inside his wife Michael started to answer, "Mono..," then quickly stopped himself. If he got this question wrong that artificial penis, would be replaced by a real one. Instead he did he best to concentrate, distracted by Allison's low moans as she rocked gently back and forth driven by the artificial cock sliding in and out. Michael's rumination was interrupted by the tantalizing touch of Zoya's fingers sliding under the elastic waistband on his boxers. Shifting herself to kneel suggestively on the floor in front of Michael Zoya asked, "Do you want your final hint?" It was a difficult offer for Michael to refuse from a woman leaning over to gently blow on his penis through the thing fabric. Still he managed to pause for a second before assenting and leaning back to let Zoya slowly pull his boxers down to his ankles. Darting forward Zoya gave a teasing lick to Michael's glistening shaft before settling back and announcing Michael's hint, "The answer is religious." "The Vatican," Michael announced suddenly confident. Relief flooded through him as Zoya, disappoint evident on her face, affirmed he was correct. Glad the ordeal was over the tension visibly relaxed from Michael's body as he announced, "I think I will take my winnings and quit now." A disappointed sigh ran through the audience though the expression on Allison's face was inscrutable. Zoya, however, was not about to give up so easily. Running her hands down Michael's chest and down to grab Michael's penis she asked, "Are you sure?" Michael paused lost for words while his brain was overwhelmed by Zoya's skilled manipulation. That pause gave Zoya the opening she needed. Kneeling back on her things Zoya reached behind her back unsnapping her bra. Moving her hands around front to cup her breasts she looked Michael in the eye and commented, "Remember, money isn't the only thing you can win." Michael opened his mouth as if to respond but he found himself speechless as he watched Zoya move her hands away from her breasts to rest on either side of his hips, incidentally revealing her large, firm, TV star quality breasts. Keeping her gaze locked with Michael's Zoya ever so slowly brought her head down opening her mouth to take Michael's penis. As Zoya slid down Michael's shaft he dropped his head back moaning in pleasure. Suddenly, Zoya pulled her head back from Michael's cock. Getting up on her knees she planted a deep kiss on Michael's mouth before whispering in his ear, "Answer the next question, right or wrong and I will suck your dick dry." Tempted beyond human endurance Michael finally relented, "Alight, I'll take the last question." Zoya didn't want to give Michael any chance to back out, after all she didn't want to miss out on her 10th question bonus or the chance to make this attractive young man get off on his wife being cluster fucked. You Bet Your Wife Episode 01 Before Michael could say anything else Zoya asked, "Name the first human into space." Michael's stricken expression made it clear he didn't know the answer. Clearly guessing he answered, "Alan Shepard." For a second everything in the studio was quite, while the audience waited breathlessly for a response and Zoya listened to the judges on her earpiece. Still silent Zoya ran her finger tip over Michael's shaft. Wrapping her fingers around Michael's cock one at a time Zoya announced, "I'm sorry, the correct answer is "Yuri Gagarin." Continuing to manipulate Michael's cock Zoya ordered, "Tell me what is happening to your wife." Michael responded with a confused "What?" Firmly grasping his cock Zoya sternly responded, "You got the last question wrong now you do what I say. I'll give you head but your going to tell me exactly how your wife is getting fucked while I do it." Cowed by Zoya's suddenly firm tone Michael began shakily, "Allison is hanging naked from four chains with her legs spread apart. One of those guys is standing between her legs." Michael suppressed a moan as Zoya's tongue ran over his shaft but managed to continue his description, "The guy between her legs is unlacing his pants and pulling out his dick. Allison is trying to look back over her shoulder to see what is going to fuck her and the guy between her legs is now grabbing her waist to stop her from twisting away." Zoya's mouth was now wrapped around Michael's cock and he struggled to continue speaking as she bobbed up and down, "Jesus Christ, now the guy behind her is pulling her back onto his dick. Allison is trying to twist away but he has a good grip on her hips and she can't stop herself from sliding down his cock." By now any hint of trepidation was gone from Michael's voice replaced with pure animal lust, "Now he is fucking her, using his arms to make her bounce up and down on his dick. "Pulling her flushed face up from Michael's cock Zoya asked, "Does your wife like it?" Michael struggled to speak as Zoya dove down on his dick once again but finally managed to get out a description, "Ohh god yes. Every time that dick plunges into her Allison can't help but moaning. She doesn't want to be fucked on TV by a stranger but she can't help but enjoy it. Ohh god," Michael continued clearly overwhelmed by sexual stimulation, "The dominatrix is whipping Allison's back. She wants Allison to beg for cock to suck. She is going to have to suck another guy off while they continue to fuck her. My God," Michael continued his dick bucking in Zoya's mouth, "Allison is begging to suck cock." Not able to stand it anymore Michael shot his hot cum into Zoya's mouth while his head fell back in ecstasy. After licking Michael's cock clean Zoya pulled her self back up on the couch next to him to enjoy the show. Watching Allison getting pulled back and forth between the cock in her pussy and the one in her mouth Zoya began toying absently with Michael's dick. Clearly excited herself Zoya squirmed against Michael on the couch whispering hotly in his ear, "It's so hot seeing your wife get fucked like this isn't it. It's turning me on so much I just need dick." Even just having cum Michael's penis started hardening again. Her fingers gently tugging Michael's semi-erect member Zoya continued her erotic talk, "I just love seeing girl's penetrated, especially when they can't do anything to stop themselves from being violated." As if suddenly realizing something Zoya asked, "Has your wife ever taken it up the ass?" "No, never," Michael responded with a skeptical tone in his voice but his now nearly turgid penis told a different story. "It would be so hot to see your wife take it in the ass," Zoya continued her commentary, "so hot I would let you fuck me while we watched." Now Michael's penis was back to rock hard causing Zoya to smile slightly. Slipping off the couch once more Zoya got down on her hands and knees in front of Michael, turning around to give him a come hither look. Unable to pass on a hot women waiting for him on her hands and knees Michael too slid off the couch coming to kneel right behind Zoya. His hands shacking with lust Michael reached out to undo Zoya's tight skirt, leaving her on her hands and knees in just a thong. Zoya moaned as Michael leaned forward to cup her breasts and wiggled herself suggestively against his once again hard cock. Running his hands down Zoya's body Michael hooked his fingers in her thong sliding it easily off Zoya's hips. Looking up from his preoccupation Michael suddenly realized the attention of the room was on him. Allison still hung suspended from her bonds, the first two men having finished up with her. Another man stood ready behind her, his hard dick resting between Allison's tight buttocks but making no move to act. Finally, Mistress Dena broke the silence speaking to Michael, "So should we make your wife take it up the ass?" Allison blurted out, "Michael..." but her sentence was cut off by a harsh crack from Mistress Dena's whip. Instead Mistress Dena simply looked at Michael and said, "It's your decision." Rubbing her self against Michael's engorged penis and looking back over her shoulder, Zoya begged, "Please, I want to see her take it hard while you fuck me." Unable to stand it anymore Michael relented, "Yes, fuck her ass." Moaning in anticipation Zoya reached back between her legs guiding Michael into her pussy. Grabbing Zoya's hips Michael began thrusting himself into her as he watched his wife's face contort, first in pain and surprise then in pleasure, as the man's dick slowly slid between her buttocks. Staring at his wife getting fucked Michael found himself muttering, "Ohh god give it to her hard," as he continued to pump into Zoya. ---- Editing help or suggestions appreciated. If you want to write another 'episode' of 'You bet your wife' feel free but I would appreciate a credit if you base it off my version. I figure this show is the 'pilot' and when i get around to writing new versions there will be a temptation specifically tailored to the man in question (Asian school girls, twins etc..) You Bet Your Wife "I'm sorry Cian, I just got nervous." "Well, okay. But listen. I want some PDA!" "PDA?" "Yeah, It's an Americanism I picked up. Means 'Public Display of Affection.' The very next time we are about to pass another couple on the path. I want you to stop, put your arms around me, and plant a long wet one on the kisser!" "Cian--I..." Smiling, Cian urged, "No 'Cian, I,' that's what you're going to do when we hear another couple coming down the path!" "I'll try." Cian took her hand again and they continued walking along the path, but they passed no other couples. They soon came to a hilly spring meadow. They walked on and noticed another couple having a picnic under a tree off in the distance. "Let's not disturb them," said Eithne, and they turned another way. They walked over to another tree, which happened to be along the bank of a babbling brook. Cian sat down on a rock and pulled Eithne onto his lap and gave her another long passionate kiss. To his surprise, she didn't try to pull away. As they kissed, Cian began massaging Eithne's back with his hands. She didn't seem to mind, and they sat there necking for close to a minute. Eithne finally pulled away saying, "Phew! I'm starting to get a little hungry, Cian, aren't you?" "Only for you Eithne! But sure, c'mon." Eithne got off Cian's lap and they walked back to the path that led into the meadow. They found the path and started walking along it back the way they came. Just as the sign said, they found the signs leading back to the Inn and returned with no problem. They arrived just past noon and entered the dining room, which had just opened for lunch. The host escorted them to a tiny table, which, like all the other tables, had a small vase that contained a single pink rose. All the tables in the room had only two chairs each. A moment later, the vintner appeared and poured them each two glasses of red wine. Eithne, this time, took her glass and clinked it to Cian's, "to friendship." "To friendship, Eithne." "Cian?" "Yes Eithne?" "Uh--oh, nothing--I mean, this is such a wonderful place, I wonder why more people don't know about it?" "Well, it wouldn't be so wonderful if they advertised it like a major resort and there were huge crowds, would it?" "No. It wouldn't." The waiter appeared and handed them their menus and as he left, the vintner returned and refilled their glasses. "This is delicious wine, Cian." "Yes, it's very sweet I noticed." "I wonder what it is?" "I don't know, but I wonder how they make any money? There's hardly anybody else here?" At that point, another couple was escorted in by the host. Though the dining room was small, there was a wide distance between tables that afforded a good degree of privacy. And he sat that other couple at the far end of the room. "Anyway Eithne, what do you think you'll have? It's all included with our room, so have whatever you want." Cian and Eithne then studied their menus for a while until the waiter returned. "Have you decided," he asked? Eithne looked at Cian then up at the waiter; "I'll have the shrimp and clam chowder?" "Excellent choice, madam? And you sir?" "I'll have the corned beef and a baked potato, please?" "Very good sir, anything else to drink?" "I'll have a cup of tea--Earl Grey," said Eithne. "Me too," added Cian. "Very well, it'll be about ten minutes." The waiter then left. "So, Eithne. I hope you're enjoying our weekend together so far." "It's okay," Eithne answered softly. "Just okay?" "Okay means okay." Cian stopped pressing the issue, and a few seconds later, their meal arrived. "How's the shrimp, Eithne?" "It's really good! Try one?" "Thanks. Mmmm. It is good." "How's your beef?" "Excellent. Uh, want a bite?" "No thanks, this is enough for me." After dinner, Cian took Eithne's hand again as they left the dining room. They walked back outside and up a different brick path than before. The woods grew gradually thicker, though the path was well maintained and the bricks were solidly in place. They kept walking and eventually came to a clearing. Eithne looked at Cian, "Ooooh! A wishing well!" There in the center of the clearing where the path made a circle around it, was a stone well--a real one with a wooden roof and an old fashioned iron crank and bucket. Cian took a ten cent piece out of his pocket and tossed it in the well. The coin clinked as it hit the side of the well, and it was several seconds before they heard the plop echo up the well. Eithne grinned and also took a coin from her purse and tossed it in. "What did you wish for Eithne?" "I can't tell you! The wish won't come true, then!" They started walking along the path again as they each reached to take the other's hand. The path continued winding through the woods, over a wooden bridge that crossed a small stream, and then down a slight grade. The path became level again and then they came to another fork. "Which way, Cian?" "Oh I don't know--this way I guess." They walked a little while longer along the brick path through the shade of the trees. "Ohhhhhhh, how beautiful, Cian!" They came out in another clearing at the base of a tall waterfall that fell into a small rocky lagoon. The edge of the lagoon was covered by a rainbow of tropical flowers. The path continued along the lagoon and over a stone bridge where the lagoon emptied into a narrow brook. Coming to another fork in the path, one sign pointing the way back to the Inn pointed up one path, a larger sign pointing the way of the other path read, _Clothing optional_ _beyond this point_ "Which way, Eithne?" asked Cian with a sly grin. "Oh, okay, Cian, let's go see what's there; but I'm not taking my clothes off!" They walked down the path a little while, and came out onto a tiny beach surrounding another small lagoon. There on the beach was one other couple, completely nude, making love, completely oblivious to Cian and Eithne's presence. Another couple was sitting on a rock in the lagoon with only their heads above the water, laughing together. They walked up to the water and Cian reached down into it. "Hey, this water's really hot!" Eithne reached into the water also, "Yeah, there must be a natural hot spring here." "I don't know. Hot springs are supposed to smell like sulfur. I don't smell anything. Hmmm, the water tastes perfectly clear." "Well, I can't believe they would be heating a pond! This place would cost a lot more than US$250 a day!" "Let's ask when we get back?" "Sure." Cian took Eithne's hand and walked up the beach a little way and sat down. Eithne sat next to him and Cian put his arm around her and kissed her again. She even kissed back, but Cian could tell that she was forcing herself. Cian gently pulled her onto her side lying next to him as they kissed, then pulled her tightly to him. "Wait, Cian," Eithne pulled away! "Please don't expect me to make love with you--here. We can go back to the room if you want..." "Who said anything about making love? Let's just cuddle for a while? That's all I want to do right now!" Cian resumed kissing Eithne, and she seemed to warm up again. Cian again began massaging her back with his hands, and they continued necking long into the afternoon there on the beach. Eventually, the setting sun finally caught their attention. "Oooh, I guess we better head back, Eithne." "Yes, Cian, that seems a good idea!" They pecked a few more kisses and got up and returned to the path. Walking along, the evening gradually became darker, but then they noticed that small lights along the edge of the path starting to glow dimly then brighter. They also found that those signs leading back to the Inn were also lit. They found their way back to the Inn without mishap. "Oooh, that's strange! I smell firewood burning." remarked Eithne, "But why would anyone be burning a fire? It's 90F degrees in the shade!" From the anteroom, they entered the dimly lit lounge where there were a few other couples sitting around a 3-way open fireplace popping and crackling. While they could hear the air conditioning straining against the heat generated by the roaring fire, and despite the blistering heat outside, it was a pleasant 70F degrees inside. There were no chairs, but rather, many large throw pillows scattered around the thick plush carpeted room. The other couples in the room were lounging arm-in-arm around the fire laughing and talking. Walking through the room, Cian took two glasses of wine from a shelf labeled "help yourself," and handed one to Eithne. They found some pillows for themselves and lounged arm in arm watching the fire and sipping their wine. "I can't get over how wonderful this place is Cian." "Yes, and there are still so many of those paths we haven't explored!" "I wonder what else they could possibly have!" "Well, we'll find out tomorrow!" With that, they just sat there for an hour or so, just watching the fire, sipping wine, and exchanging an occasional kiss. Cian was starting to get hungry again. "C'mon Eithne, want to go for dinner?" "Sure, let's go." They left the lounge and, once again, visited the dining room. There were many more people there this time as they entered. "Good evening," welcomed the host, "this way please." He seated them at a table over in an alcove. The rose, this time, was red. The vintner arrived shortly with the wine, followed thereafter by the waiter who handed them their menus again. "Well, Eithne, what'll you have for dinner?" "Oh, I don't know. Let's see. Those clams were pretty filling. I think I just have the chef's salad. How about you?" "Well, in that case, I think I'll have something light too. I guess I'll have a grilled cheese sandwich." The waiter came back and took their order. Their dinner passed uneventfully. They took each other's hand as they left the dining room. It made Cian feel very warm inside now that Eithne seemed to be taking their physical affection as a given. From the anteroom, they walked down the corridor in another direction. There were a number of small shops along one wall, and they entered a florist shop tended by an older woman. "Hi! I'm Caitlin, what can I do for two young lovers today?" "Ah, we're just-browsing," said Eithne. "Actually," spoke Cian, "I'll take four roses, please. One of each color." "Okay, here you are," as she handed him the roses, "they're one American dollar each including VAT. Charge them to your room?" "Sure, room seven," said Cian. Then turning to Eithne, "here, Eithne these are for you!" "Oh, how sweet," said Caitlin! "Hold on to this one, Eithne!" Eithne took the roses, then Cian's hand, then led him out of the shop, "Cian..." Eithne was interrupted by a kiss. Cian then took her into the next shop, which was a chocolate shop. "Greetings, said the man behind the counter! I'm running a special on green M&Ms!" "Oh we have plenty up in our room," said Eithne. "How much for two caramels," asked Cian? "Just two caramels?" he asked. He handed them two caramels. "Here's two caramels, on the house!" "Thank you," said Cian and Eithne together. They exited, eating their caramels. They walked past a gift shop, a shop selling sexy underwear, a shop selling sex toys, and a shop selling sundries and toiletries. At the end of the corridor, they came to another stairway, with one flight going up and another going down. Hearing music coming from below, Cian led Eithne down the stairs and came to a foyer of two passageways. On the left was visible a cozy little pub and on the right was a small Parisian discotheque where people seated around a dance floor with a few couples slow-dancing to _Neha's_ latest ballad. "Your preference," said Cian. "This way," said Eithne as she entered the pub. They found a table, which wasn't too difficult, as the pub was relatively empty. It was dark and quite inside. A few other couples were sitting at some of the other tables. In a moment, a waitress came over to their table, "Hi. I'm Bevan. What are you having to drink?" Cian looked over at Eithne, "A couple of pints of Guinness, dear?" "Care to try something unique, Cian?" "Sure," Cian answered. "We'll have two sombreros," Eithne told the waitress. "Okay, they'll be right up." She walked away. "What's a sombrero?" asked Cian. "Oh, they're good! It's Kahluah and heavy cream. It tastes almost like chocolate milk. You'll love it, really!" Their drinks came shortly and Cian took a sip of his. "You're right, En. It does taste like chocolate milk! It's delicious!" "Well, don't let it sneak up on you. They're still pretty potent." They stayed there chatting until late. Cian looked at his watch and saw that it was almost 23.30, but he was still feeling warm from their earlier sombreros. He reached over and took Eithne's hand. "It's almost midnight, shall we return to our room for the night?" "Yes, sure," replied Eithne. They stood and went up the two flights of stairs and found their room. Having entered and closed the door behind them, Cian asked, "Did you enjoy your day, Eithne?" "Yes Cian, very much." "Well, do you want to get washed up first or me?" "You can go first, Cian." Cian opened his bag and took out a smaller tote bag and pajamas, took them into the toilet, and took a bath. He finished his bath quickly, put on his pajamas and came out. "Okay Eithne, your turn." Eithne then went into the toilet with some things she had taken out of her bag. Cian stepped out onto the balcony and sat looking at the moon in the night sky. Eithne startled him as she shot out onto the balcony some time later. "Oh, here you are! I thought, maybe, you went and left me here." "Eithne, I wouldn't do that!" He stood, looking at her in her blue terry-cloth bathrobe. He put his arms around her and kissed her, and then led her back inside. He led her into the bed and got in after her and turned out the light. He rolled over and snuggled next to her draping his arm around her. He thought he heard a whimper. "Eithne?" "I'm scared, Cian!" "Eithne, all I want to do is snuggle. Okay?" "Oh?" "Sure. Now good night, Eithne." He gave her one last kiss before dozing off for the night. ### When Cian woke the next morning, Eithne had draped an arm and a leg over his body. She was still sleeping and Cian lay there quietly so as not to wake her. Cian was about to doze off again when he caught her eyes gazing back at him. He smiled, with a "Good morning, Eithne." Then gave her a kiss. "Good morning, Cian!" She gave his kiss back to him. "What do you want to do today?" "I don't know. What do you want to do?" "Well, let's get ready and go get some breakfast. Okay?" "Sure." Eithne got out of bed and entered the toilet. Cian made himself ready for the day next, and they both went down to the dining room together for breakfast. "Still scared of me, Eithne?" Eithne didn't answer and they finished their breakfast without another word. A little while later, they were walking along a new garden path, holding hands. Cian was lost in his own thoughts looking through trees when Eithne suddenly stopped, stepped in front of him, put her arms around his neck, and mashed her mouth against his. Cian put his arms around her waist and pulled her even tighter against him as they kissed. A moment later, another couple walked past them arm in arm, and disappeared around the bend. Eithne broke the kiss, but continued holding him, "Is that what you wanted Cian?" "Oh yes, Eithne! But don't stop just because the other couple walked away." And they resumed the kiss, which lasted for uncounted more seconds. They finally broke apart and continued on their way. As they walked, Cian released Eithne's hand and slipped his arm around her waist, she then put hers around his, and they walked along arm in arm. "You know, Cian, it's funny how different you and Piaras are. Piaras won't even hold my hand in public; he says it's vulgar." "Well, Eithne, I don't think there's anything vulgar about caring for someone." They kissed again, then continued on their way. They meandered up this path and down that path, taking random routes at the forks until they came to a shore of a large lake filled with geese. Another couple was sitting on one of the benches feeding bread to the large brown birds. Cian walked over and they sat themselves down at another bench, and they were immediately surrounded by hungry geese. "These geese must be used to being fed," commented Cian. "Probably, but I have nothing for them, Cian. Do you?" "No, 'fraid not." _HONK!_ "Sorry fella," Cian answered the goose. The geese finally gave up and left them alone. Cian took the opportunity to put his arm around Eithne and snuggle closer, taking her hand in his other free hand. Eithne put her free arm around Cian and they sat like that for some time just watching the wind blow the trees and the geese swim around the pond. "Well, Eithne," Cian said, "I guess it's getting time to head back home." "You're taking me home now?" Cian thought he heard a sob in her voice. "No, I'm still keeping you until tomorrow morning Eithne. But we should check out soon, don't you think." They stood and followed the paths back to the inn, where they packed their bags, checked out, and left. ### The long drive brought them back to Cian's flat. "What would you like for dinner, Eithne?" "What do you have?" "Hmmmm--let's see--I have this package of hot-dogs... and this box of rice. How's that?" "That sounds like an interesting combination, Cian!" Their hot-dog and rice dinner was on the table in short order. "Cian," Eithne offered, "I want you to know I really enjoyed our weekend together." "Honest?" "Honest! You were so sweet. Piaras could learn a few things from you." "Thanks, but the weekend's not over yet, Eithne." "I know." They finished their dinner and spent the rest of the evening in front of the telly snuggling and kissing. The latest episode of _Absolutely Fabulous_ was on, but they hardly paid it any mind. Then, near the end of _Fawlty Towers,_ Cian let out a yawn and stood, "Well, guess it's time for bed. We gotta get up early tomorrow." "Cian?" "Yes, Eithne?" "Where am I sleeping tonight?" "What do you mean--do you want to go home now?" "Not unless you want to take me home now. I mean--do you want me to sleep on the sofa, or..." "Where do you want to sleep?" "It's up to you, Cian." Cian reached out and took Eithne's hand and led her into the bedroom, and gave her a kiss. "Cian? Are you going to? This time?" "Of course not," Cian said, but added with a laugh, "unless you want me to!" "Cian, all weekend, every time I thought you were going to--you said 'no.' You're too nice for your own good, Cian!" Cian stood there for a moment lost in thought, while Eithne stood there watching him. Standing there facing her, he began to undress himself. He removed his shirt. Then his trousers. He looked up at her standing motionless watching him undress himself. Lastly, he pulled his briefs off and stood facing her. They stood there like that for several moments until she hesitantly reached down and pulled her sweatshirt up and off. She next, ever so slowly, unfastened her jeans and let them drop to the floor. Cian took a step toward her, but she took a step back. She turned away from him, then reached behind her and unfastened her bra dropped it on the floor. She lastly pulled her panties off and let them fall to the floor. She stood there with her back to him. Her nude body was beautiful and slender. Again, Cian took a cautious step toward her. "Wait," she said in barely a whisper. She slowly turned to face him. She stood there with her legs slightly bent and crossed, with her arms covering her chest. You Bet Your Wife Cian took another step toward her. "Cian!" He paused. "Yes? Eithne?" "I don't love you, Cian! I'm only doing this because of the bet! I want you to know that! Okay!" "Yes, Eithne." He took one more step and then he was standing face to face with her. He took hold of her wrists and gently pulled her arms down. Seeing her fully exposed to him for the first time, he saw how beautiful she was. She closed her eyes and he put her face in his hands and started kissing her in a way he hadn't kissed her before. He opened his mouth and gently licked her lips. She pulled away, "Cian. Please. Wait." Cian backed away slightly, "Are you refusing to honor your bet Eithne?" Eithne looked at him and put her hand on his shoulder, "No. Just go slowly, Cian. Okay?" "Okay, I'll go slowly if you'll, at least, act interested in me?" "Please, Cian! Just go slowly, and I'll try to put out." "Eithne! Don't you get it yet? I don't want you to 'put out'! I want us to make love together!" "Cian! I just told you that I don't love you! Now, if you want to screw, we'll screw. But I'm only doing this because of that bloody bet, so stop pretending that we're lovers on a honeymoon or something!" Cian just softly said, "okay," and again brought his lips to hers. She responded in kind and they soon fell onto the bed where passion flared. He probed here and there with his fingers as she moaned, "Oh yes! That feels so good! Keep doing that!" Their bodies writhed in synchronization until they were both satisfied. Spent and exhausted, and heart pounding, Cian continued kissing and caressing her. At once, Eithne seemed surprised for a moment, but then she smiled back at Cian and resumed kissing him back eagerly, and rubbing his back as he lay there on top of her. "Do you know, Eithne," spoke Cian, "you're the first woman I've ever had sex with?" "Oh--uh--I don't know what to say Cian. I'm honored. I'm just sorry your first time couldn't have been with someone who loved you." Cian gave Eithne a quick kiss, "Oh, Eithne! I'm glad I did it with a friend instead of someone I picked up in a club or with some hooker. Really!" Eithne gave his kiss back, "Well, I hope you weren't disappointed! My first time was really a disaster!" And Cian gave that kiss back again, "Oh! Believe me Eithne, I wasn't disappointed at all. You were great! But what about your first time?" "Oh, it was with my first boyfriend back when. He took me to the prom. Then afterward, he expected me to do it with him. I was really scared, but I did it with him anyway." "And?" "And, it was terrible, we were parked in his car, and as soon as I said 'yes,' he started pulling and tearing my clothes off. He ripped my beautiful prom dress that I saved up all year for! I lay down on the seat so he could get to me without tearing my dress anymore, and then he just jumped on top of me. Oh, the pain! He just pushed himself inside me without turning me on or anything! Then, it was over just like that! Then, after I finally did get turned on, he just got off me and drove me home. He didn't say a single word to me the whole way either." "Oh that's terrible! You must have felt awful!" "Yes, I did, Cian! I don't know why I continued seeing him, but I did. We kept going together, but we broke up when we got out of school." "Did you find another boyfriend after that?" "No, I dated a few times while attending university, but, no, I didn't sleep with anyone. I never got serious about anyone again until I met Piaras at work. You know the rest. Pretty boring, huh?" "Sounds pretty typical to me, unless you really believe those stories you read in _Playboy_ and _Penthouse_. And, speaking of _Playboy,_ kiss me again, Eithne." "Oh Cian," Eithne cooed, "it's hard to believe you're a virgin! Where did you learn to do it like that?" "It's funny Eithne. That's just how I always fantasized it should be like. Not the way you read about in porno magazines." "Oh? I've never read a porno magazine. What do they say about it?" Cian's face turned red. "Oh--lots of stuff. Mostly it seems like the guy attacks the girl rather than them making love to each other. "And other stuff too..." "Cian?" "Yes, Eithne?" "Could you..." "Could I what, Eithne?" "Do something that Piaras never does for me..." "Sure! What?" "Oh, uhm, nothing..." With that, Cian began stroking her has he had done during their previous lovemaking. Eithne, however, took the initiative this time by rolling over on top of Cian. She started sliding down his body. Lower and lower she went. "Ohhh, Eithne, that feels so good!" "Oh, I'm not finished yet!" She moved down once more. Cian was staring down at her as she was using her mouth on him. The pressure was building in him until he couldn't take it anymore. And then, having spent himself again the second time this evening, he rolled the both of them over. He slid down her body, and did for her what she had just done for him. Her body was writhing and quaking as Cian brought her to tears of pleasure. Finally, he crawled back up on her and did enter her the conventional way, as they moaned in mutual pleasure to the pounding of both of their hearts. Multiply spent, the both of them, and continuing to kiss and caress each other, they slid under the covers. He leaned over and closed the light, and then they continued gently kissing and snuggling until both of them gradually fell asleep with their arms and legs entwined. ### The alarm clock woke them the next morning still tangled in each other. Cian whispered, "Good morning lover!" "Good morning lover!" she replied. "Well, our weekend is just about over. I hate to take you back, but I guess we should get ready to go back to our normal lives..." "I guess we should, Cian." "Oh, and Cian! Do you still want to know what I wished for at that wishing well?" "Sure!" "Well, I wished that Piaras would become as romantic as you are!" "Awwwww, Eithne." And Cian kissed her again. "Oh Cian! Look at the time! We better start getting ready!" Cian reached up and pulled her down to him and they snuggled for a moment before answering. "Okay, let's get ready." Eithne packed up her bag and looked sheepishly at Cian. "Well, Cian, I really did enjoy our weekend together. I never knew you were such a romantic guy Cian, and I'm--well--I feel funny saying this, but I'm sorry that it's over." Cian took Eithne's hand and her bag, and they went down to his car. Little was said on the way to Eithne's house. When they arrived, she looked away from Cian. "You know we can't ever see each other anymore, Cian. Piaras and I can't be your friends any more." " Cian thought for a moment and asked. "Why can't we still be friends? Talk to Piaras, Eithne. I bet we'll all laugh about it together in a few months." Eithne looked at Cian for a moment then looked away. "We can't be friends because I fell in love with you this weekend, Cian." Then, without facing him again, she jumped out of the car, quickly grabbed her bag, and ran into her house. Cian waited several seconds after she disappeared into her house until he drove off to work in his new Jaguar. * END *