The Wager - part 1

[passionman1]

This is story that me and my gal put together regarding the Hot-wife scenario. It is taken from her point of view and is mainly interested in the erotic aspects of being shared, and all the other little things that make this lifestyle so utterly delicious. It's a rather long piece and we hope you enjoy.

The Wager - Part 1

There are wagers and then there are wagers where the stakes rise above the comfort zone and into the titillating realm of delicious danger. Where losing means treading uncharted paths, which lead to uncertain outcomes. Lennie was beginning to understand this all too well. She eyed her husband, Steven, who was reading beside her in bed. He turned the page of his book and glanced back with a devilish grin. Would he make her go through with it? Not really – it was all a game that had been in their private life for the last four years - a way of generating heat and variation in the bedroom. Accept now, it was heading in a new direction and while it sort of scared her, it also fanned the flames of curiosity, and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She reached over and touched her husband’s hand. “Are you sure about this?”

“A bet’s a bet, and you lost,” he said. He curled his lips into one of his classic smiles, the ones she adored and could never say ‘no’ to.

”Yes, I did, “ she said, and thought about the other night when she was screwing him like a wild animal. It had been one of the hottest nights of their twenty-two year marriage, and as usual, it had all begun with an ongoing fantasy about Derek, an acquaintance they had made a few years back at the local tavern. At six-two with sandy, blonde hair, and eyes as blue as a clear summer sky, he was the talk of the ‘Ladies Room Brigade’.

The fantasy always started the same way, with her waiting around outside the tavern until closing time. When he came out, she’d start up a conversation with him and slowly move it the direction of sex, what he liked and didn’t. Did he find her attractive and if she weren’t married, would he be interested in her. As he told her he thought she was hot, she would run her hand nonchalantly over his back. From there, he would look at her and in his eyes she could see rising interest. Then her hand would drift down over his butt and around to his zipper. A deep kiss would follow, and then a whispered invitation to follow her home. Her husband was away and they could do whatever he wanted to her. He didn’t need to know he was waiting in the closet watching the fun.

As the fantasy raged in her head, Steven had turned her on her knees and had entered her from behind. From this moment on he became Derek and was bending her over onto the bed. Five minutes later the fantasy exploded into a shuddering climax. She took long gasping breaths as she buried her head in the pillow while clawing the sheets. It was so hot, and then Steven raised the fever a notch more when he said in all seriousness afterward, that he wanted her to have her fantasy. The suggestion raised gooseflesh. But it was only the heat of the moment - nothing more, until – tonight.

They were sitting around, watching a dumb movie on television when the topic of actors came up. They talked about the classic roles, and as they did the conversation drifted into a game of ‘who would you take to bed if you were given permission’? – Names like Sean Connery and Helen Hunt surfaced, and there were others like Denzel Washington and Demi Moore. They played this game a while thinking of people that appealed, and when it waned, they switched to thinking of movies they liked best. Who played opposite of who? And it was from this discussion that a disagreement about who played opposite of Denzel Washington in the ‘Bone Collector’ came up. They each had their own idea, and they argued about it until finally, Steven asked her if she wanted to make a friendly wager on who was right. When she agreed, he offered up the stakes. If she lost, she would have to carry through and make her fantasy with Derek a reality.

She felt her body tingle with the thought, but dismissed it. Fantasies should be left as fantasies, but since she was dead sure she was right, what did she care, so she agreed that if he was right, she’d pony up. But she was absolutely sure it was Jennifer Lopez who played opposite of Denzel. They googled it, and when the answer appeared on the screen of Steve’s laptop, her heart thudded.

“And when might that be?” he said breaking into her thoughts. “I don’t want you dragging this out for months on end.”

She laughed nervously, but couldn’t help thinking that he was serious. “My, aren’t we in a hurry,” she said twitting him. “What if I like it – really like it?”

He set his novel down on his lap, tilted his head and put his fingers to his chin. “Hmmm . . . that is a distinct possibility. I guess in that case, we’d have make Derek a regular.”

He’s so full of himself, she thought. If I really went through with it, and I won’t, he’d shit a brick . . . unless he . . . no! She chased the dangerous thought away and tried to throttle her imagination from running wild. In her minds eye though, Derek’s strong hands were caressing her shoulders and moving downward, where fingers explored hidden places. At last, she said, “I guess we will. Too bad you won’t be able to watch,” she replied in an off-handed manner. Two could play this game.

There was a tiny hesitation before he said, “What makes you think I won’t be there?” He eyed her with one of his patented challenging expressions and picked his book back up. As he turned to the page he had left off on, he added, “In fact, I think we should hold off on sex until it happens. Build some tension.”

“Oh, really?” she said. She grinned and suddenly felt . . . well, she didn’t know how she felt – piqued maybe? She looked at him hard while trying to suppress the growing thought of being on her knees and bent over the bed as Steven sat back and watched. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why this titillated them so – Steven especially? Twenty years ago, the mere suggestion of living a fantasy like this would have been out of the question with him. Did jealousy and male ego mellow with age? She decided to see how serious he really was. “Yes, why don’t we do that? And starting tomorrow I’ll begin working on Derek. I have one condition though.”

“What’s that?” he said.

“I do him alone the first time.”

Steven looked at her and there was uncertainty in his eyes. Did he think she was seriously considering this? Well good then. He said, “I . . . I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

She had him right where she wanted him. Game over, she thought, and yet there was a tinge of disappointment in her victory. “Well, it’s either that or the bet’s off.”

He thought about it for a couple of minutes then finally nodded. At length he reached over and planted a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. Whispered in her ear. “Alright - go for it - and then come back and tell me all about it.”

He had called her bluff. Now what?



The next day over coffee at the local bookstore, Lennie told her girlfriend, Dana about the little game she was playing with her husband. Her and Dana had grown up together, and had been friends for over forty years and there were few secrets between them, especially when it came to sex. If anything, Dana had an even more active imagination than she did. Her friend’s bright green eyes flashed with giddy excitement at each new detail of the story told to her about the wager.

When she added how she had gone on a self-imposed sex diet until the big night, Dana threw her hand across her chest and laughed out loud. She caught her breath and leaned forward again. “You know, seriously, if I were in your shoes, I’d be thinking about really going through with it. I mean . . . we’re talking Derek here. A smoking hot piece of eye candy. I wish Robert made that bet with me. I’d be all over it in a heartbeat.”

Lennie rolled her eyes. “You are so full of shit, Dana.”

The woman shot her a hurt expression. “What? You don’t think I would?”

“Not in this lifetime. But you have the mind of a slut, and for that, I love you.”

Dana frowned, sipped her coffee and switched her crossed legs. “You’re right. But God knows I could use a little variety once in a while. I mean . . . it’d be so nice to feel a tight, young hard body fucking your brains out. And then after you’ve had enough, pat him on the rear end and send him back home to Mommy. “

Lennie almost spit out her bite of Danish. After she composed herself, she said, “So, if you were me, what would you do?”

Dana shrugged. “I’d be thinking about it . . .real hard! I have to go pee.”

After Dana left the table, Lennie pondered where this little game of chicken was going to end up with Steven. Her competitive nature just couldn’t accept losing, but this was a dangerous game. If she went with it, and she little intention of doing it, how would she feel about Steven afterward? Would she resent him for letting her go? What if she did like it? Then what? And what did that say about their marriage? She couldn’t imagine herself in such a situation or in ‘the lifestyle’.

One of her colleagues at the university, Vivian, was into it and she said it was great. That it opened up her marriage in a good way. Her and her husband were closer than ever since they started. When Lennie pulled her aside and asked her more about it once, Vivian had said, there were a lot of people who engage in that way of life and that most of them were in their late forties or older.

That thought was now squarely in Lennie’s mind. Was it a middle age crazy thing? She was fifty-one, prime time for it, or was it that Vivian and her husband were so comfortable and secure in their marriage that taking their fantasies to the next level was a natural progression of enjoying life? Lennie glanced around the crowded café, scoping out women her age, wondering if they were taking on extra lovers. There was a blonde sitting kitty corner from their table, chatting with a couple of men. They were maybe in their late fifties. Were they in the ‘Life-Style’? Or what about the brunette over by the coffee machine laughing with a couple of young guys? Was the man standing beside her fixing his coffee, her husband, and if so, was he enjoying seeing his wife flirt with them? Who knew, and the more she thought about it, the more she began to realize that there might be a whole other world happening right here under her nose.



Later that night after dinner, Lennie pulled Steven into the living room to discuss the Wager. She sat on the couch, wine glass in hand and mulled over what she wanted to ask. She wanted to find out if he was really serious about what she was starting to mildly consider. Moreover, she needed to understand why he wanted to see her screwing another man instead of keeping it a fantasy. There were so many ways this could end wrong if she ever decided to go through with it, it made her shudder.

Was it his facing the fear of losing her to another man that turned him on? Perhaps it was the idea of enjoying her vicariously. Men were so visual. Or was it that seeing her being taken by another man fed some inner deprecating self-image.

She sipped her wine and said, “I’ve been thinking about this wager we made.”

He looked at her. “And?”

“And I’d like to know what it is that you find so hot about me fucking Derek? Is this some kind of test to see if I really will?”

He shook his head. “Absolutely not. I just want you be able to live out a fantasy.”

“What if I don’t want to live it out,” she said. “You know, acting on fantasies doesn’t always turn out the way you imagine. Derek might not even be interested in me.”

Steven rolled his eyes. “Don’t sell yourself short honey. You’re a knock-out, and besides I’ve seen how he looks at you when you’re out on the dance floor.” He paused and then said, “Look, this is your choice. No one’s forcing you to do anything you don’t want to. One thing to think about though, is that no one forced you to take the bet - so somewhere inside I think you want to find out. I’m giving you the green light cause I love you.”

Lennie studied his face and took another sip of wine. “I don’t think you know what were playing with here. It all sounds hot and fun, but that’s in a perfect world.”

“Like fantasy.”

“Yes, like fantasy. It’s fun to role-play and talk the talk. But doing it is another thing.”

“So you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know to be truthful. I won’t deny I’m attracted to Derek, and the idea of fucking him does get me pretty wet. But actually doing it-“ She shrugged. “I’d have to get real comfortable with it before making any moves, and also with how you’d feel about me doing it.”

“My feelings are for your enjoyment only my dear. I have no worries about your love for me. In fact it’s my love for you that makes me want to give you this. It’s the ultimate gift as far as I’m concerned.”
“Having sex with another man?”

“No, giving you the freedom to be with a man I know you’ fuck in a heart beat if we weren’t married. Besides, you’re not the only one who’d be getting enjoyment out of it. Just thinking of you going down on him gets me hard.”

Lennie smiled. Steven could be so cute sometimes when he wanted something. But he had no idea of what he was playing with now, because it was more than just sex at stake. It was putting trust on trial, and when it came to the verdict, no one really knew how the jury was going to decide. She got up and went to him, ran her finger down his arm and fixed him with her sexiest gaze. Her hand drifted to his belt and undid it. His eyes widened. The zipper slowly went down.

He put his hand over her fingers. “You’re on a diet?”

“Yes, I am, but you’re not.” She lifted her face up and kissed his neck, bringing a gasp. Slowly, she traced soft kisses up to his ears, her tongue brushing his lobes. When she felt a shiver run through his body, she knew she had him right where she wanted him. Her hand slipped inside his pants and found her prize. “You like that?” she whispered into his ear.

He shuddered. “Oh, shit, yes.”

“You want me to put my mouth around it?”

“Oh, God, hell yeah.”

She ran her other hand up over his shoulder, dallied her fingers in his hair and caressed the nape of his neck. How she loved controlling him, playing with him as if were a toy. But this time she had other ideas. She was going to raise the stakes. He wanted her to fuck another man . . . well, she’d see just how serious he really was about it. She brought her lips close to his ear, exhaled hot breath over it.
“My husband wants me to fuck you Derek,” she said, bringing another gasp from Steven. “He thinks it’s all about my fantasy. But it’s more than that. She drew back and eyed her husband. “I want you, Derek, for my very own.”

Steven’s eyes dilated as she ran her fingers around his cock and squeezed it gently. “God, you are such a man - so big, so intelligent and witty. I used to think Steven was so smart and worldly. But you blow him away. I love your mind, how you twist my thoughts around your finger. And God, you’re body . . . when I see it, my knees tremble with the thought of it pressing into me. I used to think Steven was thick, but no more. You’re so much bigger, so smooth and hard. I love the feel of it sliding back and forth in my hand. Do you like feeling my fingers around you?”

Steven took a shaky breath. “Oh, yeah. It feels so good.”

“It’ll feel better once it’s inside me. But first I want to run my finger along the vein that runs along side your beautiful thick shaft. Feel it bulge as you get hard. Oh, how I love feeling it quiver. And the head . . . so big, so delightfully sweet. What did I ever see in my poor, pathetic husband? No one can fill me like you.”

“Oh baby. I need you,” Steven said.

“Yeah. I want you, too. Just you,” she said, and she reached up and kissed him softly on the lips, pressing her tongue into his mouth. Now, she would raise the bar another notch, and she pulled back and said, “I can’t leave my husband, but I can promise he’ll never touch me again without your permission after tonight. My body will be yours whenever you want it.”

Steven looked back, gauging her and then smiled. Suddenly his hands were moving all over her, grasping her waist, running up and down her back, over her shoulders. Their lips met again as she squeezed tighter on his surging cock. He thinks I’m playing around, she thought as she kissed him back. In truth, she was, but she wanted him to believe she was dead serious. She pulled back, removed her hand from around his cock and eyed him severely. “What if I really mean it? What if I were to deny you and give myself only to Derek from then on?”

Steven caught his breath, and said, “You are so fucking sexy. God, you so know how to push my buttons.”

Lennie felt a reluctant grin run across her face. Steven knew her too well so she shoved her hand back into his pants to allowed nature to take over.

[northern32]

Great story..........Can't wait for part two.