A Friendly Wager
Chapter Two
By dc2469
This is a work of fiction intended for adults only
The next morning I was up early despite having been up late, with the very pleasant
diversion I had found in Angie. While in the shower, I had been thinking of all the things
I wanted to try with her. It brought a smile to my face, to think of the look on old Jon's
face when Angie walked into their house and told him of her experiences since he had
last seen her. My smile got even wider, when I thought of what I had told her to tell him
about the weeks to come. The old saying came to mind be careful what you wish for, you
just may get it.
I wrapped a towel around my waist, and grabbing another to dry with as I headed over to
the phone to call down for some breakfast. I hadn't had a lot to eat last night, what with
the way things had turned out. Having made the call, I went back in to shave. After
shaving, I threw on a pair of oversized boxers and a T-shirt, and kicked back to watch the
morning news.
A while later, after eating, I straitened up the room, and sat back to wait for Angie to get
there. At about nine forty- five there was a soft knock on the door. I opened it to find a
very nervous Angie standing there, looking anywhere but at me. I stepped aside, to let her
come in from the hall.
She looked up and down the hallway, and then slipped in staying as far away from me as
the entrance allowed. She went into the room and stood facing me, as I came back from
locking the door. She had on a white, one-piece dress, with what looked like a man's
white jacket. The jacket was open down the front, to show the full front of the dress. It
molded around her body, and clung to the roundness of her belly. Her hair was dark
brown, thick, and slightly curly parted in the middle to hang back over her shoulders. She
stood there, kind of wringing her hands, and trying not to look too nervous. I continued
toward her, and saw her stiffen. I brushed past her, hearing her sigh in relief.
"Good morning," I said as I passed. "Sleep well?"
"No, I didn't sleep well, and no, it's not a good morning. Look I don't think I can do this.
I don't think I can do what you want me to do," she in a rush. "I don't know what
happened to me last night, but I don't think I can handle this. I'm not that kind of woman,
at all. The way you saw me, all dressed up like that, all made up, I don't usually look like
that. I don't usually act like that," she said blushing. "I'm not some glamorous call girl, or
anything like that. I'm just a plain house wife, that was trying to do something for her
husband."
As I sat on the bed I said, "Well first of all, you are far from plain. Secondly, you don't
know what I want you to do. You saw a side of your self, last night, you've never seen
before and it scared the shit out of you. For the next two weeks just open your self up to
all the things you've always wanted to try, but you couldn't, because you were either
married or just didn't think you should.'
"You know I was there last night. You may not think of yourself as being sexy, but you
are far more then just a plain housewife. That woman you showed me last night is
standing in front of me right now. You may think that isn't you, but you know what, it is.
All you have to do is let it happen, and you could open yourself to a world pleasure that
you've never felt before. You think that I don't know what you felt, last night? I watched
you totally open up to me, and that is just the beginning. The orgasm that you had on my
hand last night was nothing compared to what's to come.'
"You said that you were there just to do something for your husband, but I don't believe
that. You could have left at any time, but you didn't. You know, it's not like you didn't
know what I was after. And those other guys that tried before me were after the same
thing. You knew from the beginning that we were all after you for the same reason, and
you kept that pretty ass planted on that stool."
"I stayed there as a promise to Jon. I told him that I would stay there for an hour, and he
made me promise. And yes I did know what you guys wanted from me, but I also thought
that I could just get up and leave when I wanted. After you stated in on me while I was
drunk, I kind of lost control."
"Look, I didn't do anything to stop you from leaving. And I didn't take advantage of any
drunk. I didn't force my self on you, or try to rape you. Once you got going, there was no
stopping you. You are a very passionate woman; I don't think you wanted to get away as
bad as you want to believe. What did you tell Jon when you got home? Did you tell him
everything that I did to you?"
"What is said between my husband, and I is none of your business," she said looking at
me coldly.
"Okay, let's talk about what is my business. Why are you here now? You know if you
were coming here trying to deny what happened, and want to go back like nothing has
happened, go head. There's the door. But I look at you there in that little dress, with your
hair down, it doesn't look like you came here to brush me off."
She lowered her eyes blushing. As she did, her dark hair fell from behind her shoulders,
and hid her face. I got up and went over to her. Parting her hair with my fingers, I slipped
my hand around the back of her neck. With my thumb at her jaw, I lifted her face and
saw the tears that had started to fall. I lifted my other hand, and put it around her neck
under the hair on the other side, uncovering her face completely, and looked into those
pale eyes.
Using my thumbs to wipe away the tears I said, "Look, you don't have to feel guilty
about enjoying what you felt. Pleasure is supposed to feel good. You know, you aren't
going to forget it either. Life's too short to waste on regret."
Slipping her head between my hands she lowered her face. "No I haven't forgotten, but
what am I supposed to do? I cheated on my husband," she said.
"Did you tell Jon what happened?" I asked
With her head down, she nodded that she had.
"Was he as upset over it as you are?"
She didn't acknowledge the question.
"Did you tell him what to expect in the near future?"
She nodded yes, again.
"Was he upset over THAT?" I asked.
Again there was no acknowledgement.
"So your only reason for not wanting this, is because you enjoyed yourself too much."
Moving my hands down from her neck, I pushed the jacket off her smooth, round
shoulders. I let its weight drop it to her wrists, and then pulled it and her into me. With
her hips against my thighs, and her forehead against my chest, I held her to me. I could
feel her trembling.
"Did you tell Jon everything," I whispered, "including what he was supposed to do to
you, for me?"
I felt the smallest movement of her head against my chest.
I lowered the jacket from her hands, and removed it. I moved away from her, and put it
over the back of the chair, that was at the desk. Turning back, I saw her standing there,
her shining dark hair still hiding her face. I moved back over to her, and stood there for a
second. Kneeling I slid my left hand up from her ankle to behind her left knee, and lifted
slightly. When her foot left the floor, I removed the slipper like white leather shoe. Her
legs were very smooth. I moved to her right leg and removed that shoe also.
Standing, I moved around behind her. There was a hank of hair that had stayed on her
back that I brushed around over her right shoulder. I took hold of the tiny zipper tab, and
started to lower it between her shoulder blades. I held the tab between my right thumb,
and middle finger, which allowed me to trail my index finger down her spine. As the
zipper went down, her back arched beautifully. There are few things, in this world, more
beautiful then the long, smooth arch of a woman's naked back. The zipper stopped just
before her ass.
I slid my hand up that smooth back, between her shoulder blades, to her neck. Moving
my hands on her, I slid them out towards her arms. The dress fell suddenly and Angie
gasped and caught it to her before it could fall past her breasts. I trailed my hands down
her arms, hooking the dress as I went. With a little downward pressure she released it,
and let it fall to pool around her feet. I moved from behind her, sliding my left hand
across her ass. As I stepped in front of her, Angie tried to cover herself, blushing.
Looking at her with a smile I asked, "What could you possibly have to be embarrassed
about? You know I saw all the fun stuff last night, any way. Well I guess there are a few
differences now, aren't there. Come on, hands at your side, let's have a look at you."
As if it was possible, I think she turned an even darker shade of red, but she lowered her
hands to her sides. I would say she was probably a thirty- two B cup. Smooth, firm, and
wide set with thick dark nipples. Then down past the round, smooth belly was her now
very smooth cleft. Rounded and slightly pudgy, you could see a trace of her labia, from
between the outer lips.
"Why are you embarrassed? You have nothing to be embarrassed about," I said.
"My breasts are too small, and I look like a little girl without any hair down there," she
said in a small voice.
"There is no such thing, as too small. Maybe some men prefer larger ones, but there is no
such thing as too small. I happen to prefer women that have smaller tits, but that doesn't
mean that I don't like larger ones too. You know it's not the way a woman looks; it's the
way a woman looks at herself. Any woman no matter ninety pounds, or three hundred,
can be as beautiful as they want. It's the way you move, sensuous. Even sitting can be
made to look sexy. It's all attitude. If you feel beautiful, you will be. Hell, look at you.
Standing there, nipples so hard they look as though they would break if I tried to bend
them. And you look absolutely nothing like a little girl. You are one of the most feminine
women I've ever seen."
I went over, and walked behind her. I slipped my hands around her waist, with them
meeting at her bellybutton. I started to slide them up her body, while pulling her back into
me. My hands continued up her chest, between her breasts, over to the front of her
shoulders. Leaving her shoulders I moved them to her firm, round tits. Her body pressed
against me and shuttered. A small whimper escaped her throat, and her hands came up to
press against mine. I pulled softly on those thick, hard nipples and she moaned, and
arched her back.
I released her nipples, and slipped my hands out from under hers. I cupped her hands in
mine and, pressed them in tight, and squeezed gently. I left her hands on her breasts, and
slid mine slowly down her front. I stopped at her belly, and caressed the rounded smooth
surface. Leaving my left hand there, I slid the right down over the now smooth mound.
With two fingers on either side of her clit, I slipped my hand down between her thighs. I
cupped and squeezed her, feeling the moist heat radiating from inside her.
Her body came alive in my hands. With a growl, she lifted her arms, and wrapped them
around the back of my neck. I slid my left hand up from her belly, to cup her right tit, and
pressed my forearm down on the other. Her legs were spread, with her knees bent, putting
most of her weight on the hand between her legs. Her hips started to slowly move back
and forth, moving her cunt against my fingers. I could already hear the slick crackling
sound coming from her very wet slit, and my fingers were getting coated.
I released the hold I had on her, and had to press deep into her belly to take the weight
that had just landed on her bent, and week knees. I slid my left hand from her tits, down
to join the other at her belly. Angie whimpered, and dropped her arms to wrap her fingers
around my wrists. Moving my hands to her hips, I turned her until she faced me, placing
my hands at the small of her back, and pressing her belly into my cock.
She looked up at me with pleading eyes, "Please don't stop touching me," she whispered.
I laughed out loud, "Oh, you don't have to worry about that, I'm just getting started," I
said sliding my hands down to cup her round ass. "We need to get a little more
comfortable is all," I said as I started to lift her feet from the floor.
As I lifted her, her legs parted and started to reach up for my hips. As her now smooth
mound passed over my now very hard cock, I stopped raising her, and held her to me.
After a slight pause, I rubbed her up and down against me. Feeling my hard cock against
her, Angie tilted her hips back to bring her bare mound harder against me. She took her
left hand from behind my neck, and reached for the hem of my T-shirt. She struggled
with it for a second, and then she just let go with her right hand, forcing me to act fast to
keep her from falling. After I had regained my hold of her, she lifted her head and smiled
at me as she got my shirt up to my armpits.
"Now what are you going to do? Or should I just drop you so you can strip me?" I asked
looking into her eyes with a smile.
"NO, don't put me down. I have a plan," she said giggling. Ducking her head, she pulled
the shirt out over her, and pressed those small firm tits against my chest. I felt kisses
being pressed against me as her head started to come up through the neck opening.
Turning her head from side to side, rubbing that soft hair against my chest, she worked
her head through. Giggling she looked up at me, "See?"
The neckband kept us too close together for her to do anything. I felt her hands move up
to my shoulders. Feeling her thighs tense, and her hands grip me, I improved my hold on
her. With a quick push, and a loud tearing sound, she looked up at me with bright eyes.
"That's better," she said leaning in and kissing me under my chin.
Smiling I said, "You little shit, that was my shirt."
"It's a small price to pay," she said. She leaned into me again, pressing herself against
me. "My God, is that all you?" she said, as her hand reached down and tried to wrap
around the bulge in my shorts.
I walked us over to the bad. I turned, and sat down with her in my lap. Angie wrapped her
hands around my head, and pressed her mouth to mine. She nibbled at my lower lip, and
then forced her tongue into my mouth with a moan. That one kiss lasted forever. I was
running my hands all over her smooth bare back, as she combed her fingers through my
hair. I moved my right hand around to her left tit, and took the nipple between my fingers
pulling and twisting gently. She moaned into my mouth.
With Angie inside my shirt with me, the scent of her cunt was starting to take us both
over the edge. She had her knees on either side of my thighs, and spread wide, so that she
was pressed against me. I dropped my other hand back down to her ass, and started to
move her back and forth against me. Her knees spread wider, bringing her down harder
against me. My boxers were quickly becoming wet. I reached behind her and pulled her
down with me as a laid back across the bed.
Her body radiated heat, as she lay full out on top of me. The weight of her on top of me
felt so good. I could feel the quick beat of her heart against my chest. With her hands
around my neck, she pulled herself higher up on me. Looking very pleased with herself,
she started to squirm her whole torso against me, smiling down at me.
I had had enough. I slipped my hands under her thighs, and reached into my boxers
pulling my hard cock out. I let it drop, and it landed in between the cheeks of her ass. I
reached up around the back of her thighs, and mover her up a little higher. As my cock
slid down the crack of her ass, I was watching her eyes. This was the first time she had
felt me, skin to skin. Letting go of one of her thighs, I grabbed my cock and started to rub
the head up and down her slit. It was covered in her juices quickly, and she started to
push down against me.
I felt the head of my cock center in her opening, and moved my hand down out of the
way. With her mouth open, Angie started to add pressure, and the head started to enter
her. Her mouth, and eyes closed, as her cunt started to open around me. A moan came
from her throat, and she added more pressure. The head popped into her, and her
breathing stopped for a moment. Groaning she started to push again. With her hands on
my chest, she slowly started to work her way down my cock. She would push down and
stop, after a pause she raised herself slightly, and then pushed back down again.
She looked so deep in thought, that I couldn't stand it. I reached up tweaked her nipples.
Her eyes snapped open, and she almost looked surprised to see that I was there. When she
looked at me, her eyes drooped and a slow smile appeared on her open mouth. "Sorry,
but I got kind of caught up in the moment. You are only the second man I've had, and
there are so many differences, I can't believe it. You feel so different from Jon, bigger,
wider." She gave a little twitch, with her hips, "You don't mind if I go slow do you?"
"No I don't mind you going slow," I gave a little thrust up at her, and her eyes snapped
fully open again. "But not too slow," I said smiling.
Angie started to lean back, but found herself limited because of what was left of my T-
shirt. Lying back down against me, she reached behind herself, forcing her firm little tits
into me. She grabbed the two sides, and started tearing it the rest of the way down. When
she got to the bottom she got stuck. Reaching up, I followed her arms down to where her
hands had a hold of the material. I took a wrap around the first two fingers of each hand,
and gave a quick jerk. I dropped what was left of my shirt to either side, and took a hold
of her hips.
With her palms on my chest, she pushed her self up onto her knees. With the added
height, she was able to get a little more leverage, and she started to work the rest of my
cock into herself. She got down to where there were only a couple of inches left to go,
and stopped. Her eyes were closed again, and she was breathing hard. I let her rest there a
moment, then tugged on her hips forcing the rest of the way in. She sucked in a gulp of
air and stopped moving all together. But her eyes were open.
She looked me in the eye, and gave a quick jab into my chest with the nails of both
hands. "I would have gotten there, you know."
"Ya, well I've been waiting since last night to have you wrapped around me like this." I
gave a twitch inside her, "You look very good on top of me, �. you feel pretty good
too."
Angie pushed her knees out wide, and then brought them back in. She made a small
rocking motion that rubbed her down on me. "You feel very good inside me too. I had no
idea it could feel so different."
I slid my hands down from her hips, and cupped her ass. Slowly, I started to raise her up.
After a few inches, I lowered her back down. I repeated that a few times, and Angie got
her own rhythm going. It felt like being inside a very hot, wet, deep glove. She started
moving slower, but was taking longer strokes. Other then her and I breathing, the only
sound I could hear, was the wet slurp of me sliding in and out of her.
Now that she was getting more comfortable with me in her, on her next downward stoke I
pulled her body down onto my chest again. She dropped her head down next to mine, and
that soft, wild, dark hair swallowed my face, and she purred into my ear. I pushed on her
right knee, and straitened her leg out. With that done, I rolled us until I was on top of her,
and I could pull my knees up under her ass.
She lay there on her back looking up at me, her knees bent, and back arched. I slid my
hands from her knees up her thighs, to her hips. From there I moved up her body to her
tits. Those dark nipples were hard, and fat. When I started to pull, and twist them, her
hips started to move. I moved my hands to the side, and dropped down onto my elbows,
pressing down on her round belly. I looked into her smiling face, feeling her wrap her
thighs around me. I dropped my head and took a long lick on her chest, ending in a kiss at
the beginning of her throat. I moved my head over to her left tit. Opening my mouth
wide, I took as much of the hot, salty flesh in my mouth as I could. Lightly raking my
teeth over her, I wound up with the long, hard tip between my teeth. I nibbled at it gently
watching goose bump form over her whole body.
Straitening out my arms, I took her ass in my hands and raised her slightly. I started to
push into her, and then stopped and slowly pulled all the way out. I dropped down on her
body again, and started to push myself down off her. When my head was at her belly, I
started to pepper it with small sucking kisses. I ran my tongue into her bellybutton, and
nipped at her lightly with my teeth.
I continued my downward journey, moving down to her smooth, rounded mound. I gave
a lingering kiss at the top of her cleft, and swiped my tongue at the hood of her clit. Her
breath caught, and her hips lurched at me. Moving to one side, I reached down and ran
my tongue to crease between her outer lip and upper thigh. I moved slowly up one side,
and down the other. With my hands on the backs of her thighs holding her open, I had
complete access to her very wet and open cunt.
I sucked one of her soft labia into my mouth and pulled on it with my lips. When it
slipped from my lips, I lowered my tongue to the bottom of her slit. Pushing it inside, I
slowly dragged it up the bright crimson interior, to the top. Once at her clit again, I took
the whole area into my mouth and sucked hard on it. I raked at her lightly with my teeth,
and moved back in with the flat of my tongue. Once under the hood, I started to move my
head from side to side, stopping once in a while to suck on her. Her thighs were trying to
close, but I held them open. Angie reached down, with both hands, and caressed my face
moaning.
"My God, I've never felt anything like this in my life," she said breathlessly.
Pulling away, I looked up at her. "Please tell me that's not true. Haven't you ever had
anyone go down on you before?"
"Yes," she whispered. "Jon did it once when we were dating. He said he'd heard about it
from some of his buddies. But he only tried it the one time, and it was nothing like this."
MY GOD, this guy had to be crazy. The tart, salty tang of her made me want to just take
a bite out of her. Putting the flat of my tongue to work on her again, I rose up a little, and
moved my hand to her slit. I started to slide a finger inside, and stopped just inside her
opening. I started moving my finger in circles around, just inside. You could easily hear
the wet sound of her juicy cunt. I plunged the finger all the way in, and pulled it back out.
I did the same with my middle finger. Once they were both covered in her juices, I turned
them over, palm up, and slid them both into her.
As I continued to suck on her, I slid my fingers slowly into her while rotating them. I did
that several times. I loved the hot wet slurp my fingers made while going in and out. I
curved my fingers up, and searched for the same spot I had the night before. Today, I had
more room. Her hips shot up, shoving her whole mound hard into my mouth. I think I had
found what my fingers had been looking for. Her hips were moving up and down without
stopping.
I finally gave in, and moving my head, I let her thighs close. When they were closed with
my fingers still in her, I reached for her knees, and rolled her to her side. "Up, come on,
up on your knees," I said.
With a groan, she squared her shoulders to the bed, and pushed herself up. Once her arms
were extended, she started to pull her knees under her. When she got her knees under her,
she spread them. With my free hand, I spread her open even further. I started to move my
fingers in her again, and her arms gave out. She dropped her head and shoulders to the
bed, bowing her back deeply. Looking from between her legs, I saw that bare, hot and
open cunt with my fingers in it. Her belly sagged down roundly, leading to her upper
body, as she rested against the mattress.
As I started to pump into her, her knees spread even further. Seeing her all spread out like
that, was killing me. Her cunt was making contractions around my fingers, as it did her
cute little rose bud winked at me. I slid my creamy finger from inside her, and ran it up
between her splayed cheeks. Moving back to her open cunt, I added a finger, and thrust
all three deep into her, up to the third knuckle. She gave a yip, and then groaned as they
spread her open.
I turned them down, and started to rub her G-spot firmly. Her back sank down even
further, until her belly was almost on the bed. I could hear the squishing, as my fingers
moved quickly inside her. She started to whimper, and moan. I started rubbing harder,
and faster. It was starting to sound like I was playing in a glass of water. That's how it
felt too.
All of a sudden her cup runeth over, and her juices started to gush out of her. They
followed her lips up to her belly, where they started to drip, and pool and the sheet. Her
cunt was contracting so hard it popped one of my knuckles. Angie's whole body was
shuttering. Her out going breaths were shaky moans, as she continued to cum and cum.
After what seemed like forever, but was probably only a couple of minutes, She reached
back between her legs, and got a hold on my arm.
"Stop, please stop, I can't take it any more. Give a girl a break," she said still shaking.
I pulled my soaked hand from her open cunt, and rubbed the juices over her ass, and
upper thighs. From her thighs I moved my hand to her belly, and spread those all over the
front of her. The room smelled like her cunt.
Moving quickly, not being able to wait another minute, I got on my knees behind her, and
started to push my cock right to the bottom of her. As wet and open as she was, it was
still tight and hot. Her hips started to rock into the thrusts I was giving her. I started to
pump for my climax, and was groaning, right along with her. Her cunt started contracting
around my cock, and I couldn't hold out any more. I started to blast shot after shot of cum
to the very bottom of her cunt.
When I finished, I fell down onto her back, sucking in air. Wrapping my arms around her
middle, I brought her with me; I lay down on my side still buried deep inside her. As I lay
there with her back against my chest, I was rubbing my hands all over the front of her,
from her throat to the bottom of her belly.
"You seem to have gotten over some of your shyness," I said with my face buried in her
hair.
"It's pretty hard to be shy when a guy has you cumming all over yourself," she said with
a smile in her voice. "Jesus where did that come from?"
I squeezed her belly, pulling her tight against me, "Right here. I told you that you had it
in you."
She reached down between her legs and said, "Well I've got it in me now. Let me up, I
have to go to the bathroom."
Pinching her nipple, I opened my arms releasing her. "Fine, go, see if I care,"
She pulled herself up off of me, and got off the bed. Groaning as she straitened up, "God,
I'm getting too old for this."
"You think you're too old, I think you were trying to kill me," I said watching her
beautiful round ass as she walked away from me. By the time she reached the bathroom
door, my cum was starting to run down the inside of her thighs.
I moved out of the big wet spot we had created, and pulled the top sheet up to my waist. I
heard the toilet flush, and then the sink turned on. After what seemed like a long time, the
door opened and Angie reappeared. She had some how rolled her long hair into a bun at
the nape of her neck. She moved with such grace, it was a pleasure to watch.
I held the sheet up for her to climb under. She climbed onto the bed, and turning her back
to me, snuggled back into my body. After I dropped the sheet, my arm lay across her
body. Angie took my hand in hers, and pulling it into the bottom of her belly, slid it down
to her hot, swollen pussy.
"I can't believe how good that was, can we do it again?" she asked.
Cupping my hand possessively against that hot little cunt, "We will be doing it again, a
lot. Right now, I don't know about you, but this old man could use a nap."
Wiggling her ass against me, "You sure didn't feel too old a few minutes ago. How old
are you anyway, I don't even know?"
"I thought it wasn't polite to ask some ones age. I know women get all ticked off at me,
when I ask."
"That's just it, it's not polite to ask a woman, but it's okay to ask a guy. It's a girl thing,"
she said, like that was supposed to explain it all.
Vainly, and because it's a guy thing, I asked, "How old do you think I am?"
She thought for a moment, "I don't know, maybe thirty- seven or thirty-eight."
With my head against her shoulder, I indicated that she needed to go higher.
"Thirty-nine?"
I moved my head again.
"Forty?"
I moved my head again.
"Forty-one?"
I nodded against her shoulder.
"Wow, you're not bad for an old guy," she said trying to keep from laughing.
Jerking my hand from between her thighs, I grabbed her hip in one hand, and her
shoulder with the other, and flipped her over to face me. When I had her facing me, I
settled between her open thighs, and reached down and took her left ass cheek into my
right hand.
"If you don't watch your mouth, this old man is going to spank this wise ass of yours."
"Promises, promises." She giggled.
END CHAPTER TWO
Thanks for all the great comments. I see a lot of fun in store for these two.