What A Deal - S01 E20

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What A Deal - S01 E20

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 20

Introduction:

I lose a bet and have to be a slave for the weekend

From the last story

They put their stuff together and were gone in 30 minutes. Jack promised to let me know what happened and made Louise promise to write down everything that they did, with details, and emall it to us. Cindy was ecstatic. She loved reading erotica, and now she was going to have a personal interest and reason for reading it.

After they left we had dinner, talked, and went to bed. Cindy asked me to eat her pussy because she was still worked up. It was a tough job, but I was up to the task!

I came home later that week, on a Thursday and found my wife, Cindy, and her friends Diane and Becky at the table, naked and playing cards. I had seen them all naked before and had sex with all of them, but this was something different. I asked what was going on.

"We're playing strip poker." Cindy smiled and giggled. The other two giggled as well.

They were all already naked.

"But you are all already naked, so what's the point?"

"Well, now we are betting other things."

"Like what?" Now my interest was peaked.

"Nothing much, just things you have to perform. You missed it when Diane had to eat Becky's ass until she orgasmed. You would have liked that."

My dick was definitely hard now. "Yes, I would have. It's too bad I got home so late."

"Yes, it is, because they both have dates tonight and have to leave in about 15 minutes. Guess you'll just have to settle for fucking your horny wife!" She grinned at me and flashed me her pussy.

Well, sometimes life is really rough and you have to perform your husbandly duties whether you want to or not... yeah, right! Like fucking my tight-bodied little wife was tough! She had turned into a bisexual dynamo and I loved it.

The other two ladies left and my wife and I had pretty hot, but normal sex. When it was over, it was only about 9:30 and I was watching some college football on ESPN. She tumed to me and watched for a minute. "Who are you rooting for?"

"I'm rooting for State.

She looked at me. "Wanna bet on the game?"

"Bet? You don't even watch football."

"Yes, but it's tied now and I'll take the other team and we'll make a bet.

"What kind of bet did you have in mind?" I sneered at her, thinking that it would be something trivial.

She grinned at me. "Let's see..... How about this? have a conference coming up a week from Friday for Friday afternoon thru Sunday morning. If I win you have to go with me and be my slave from the time we arrive at the hotel until we leave."

I stared at her. This was completely unexpected. "What? What made you think of that?"

"It's something that know a controller like you will have trouble with, so that's what I want. Now what is it you would want if you win?"

I thought long and hard about it, but I was having trouble corning up with anything. I was still too shocked by her desire to make me a slave for two days; something she had never even expressed before. "Well, if I have to spend a weekend as your slave if lose, I think if win, it's only fair that you go an entire week wearing skirts and blouses without bras and panties, and you meet me for lunch every day and do whatever I say... in public or private."

She stared at me. "Wow! That's interesting. She stared at me for a second, but seemed to have no trouble making up her mind. "Okay, it's a bet. No welching either. Whatever happens, we have to do it. Agreed?" She put out her hand to shake on it.

"Agreed!" I shook her hand.

We watched the game and it was a close one all the way. When my team went up 3 with 1:45 to play, I started to breathe easier. She knew that I was the type that always had to be in control and that it would be difficult for me to give that up. The thing I bet was probably not as difficult for her, but I didn't have much time to think about it. I knew what she was doing. She was trying to get me out of my comfort zone. I needed to come up with something better next time to push her limits. Unfortunately, my team committed a personal foul on the kickoff return and suddenly her team was 30 yards away from the end zone with two timeouts and 55 seconds on the clock. It was an eternity in football. Sure enough they managed to score a touchdown and send me to defeat. I sat there for a minute, stunned.

Cindy just sat there and grinned. "Wow! get to have my own personal slave next weekend. It's going to be fun!"

I couldn't really get my mind around what she might do to me, but I was apprehensive anyway.

When the next Friday finally came, I had taken the day off so that we could leave and drive the 300 miles to the conference. Cindy was energized and bouncing around, gloating. "I am going to have so much fun playing with my slave this weekend. I can't wait to see what I come up with." Yeah, like she didn't already have something in mind! "Oh, don't bother packing any underwear. You will not be allowed to wear any this weekend." I stared at her. She had asked me to pack some of my light dress pants. With those on and no underwear, my dick would be plainly visible a lot of the time. She smiled at me. "This is going to be so fun!"

"Yeah, I can't wait."

"Hey!" She pulled me in front of her. "No welching on the bet. Remember, that I'm your wife of 20 years. I won't do anything that will get you hurt." I would have relaxed, but then her grin turned positively evil. "But I will push your limits this weekend!"

My anxiety grew as I drove and we approached the hotel. Cindy seemed to get more animated and excited, which heightened my anxiety.

Finally, we pulled in front and she smiled at me. 'Remember, once you get out of this car, you are mine to do with as please."

"Okay." I started to turn to open the door and get out.

She put her hand on my arm and I turned to face her. "While we are here, that's Yes, ma'am' to you!"