We talked again about our lack of a good sex life and she confessed that she knew sex was important to me and she was really trying to do better. I know things have been really hard for her, physically, and emotionally, and try as I might to console her, and reassure her that I’m not going anywhere, I think she still dwells on that thought.
She has never been one to be turned on by nudity of the opposite sex. Several times in our past she’s been extremely turned on by other girls, but not so much by other guys. I know she does not understand why it excites me to be naked in front of other people / girls, but she does not judge me for it or think less of me.
Many times in the past we have played betting games, she would be certain about something, I would be certain about something else and I would say, “Bet! Put your money where your mouth is”. I started a little joke between us one night saying, “I’ll bet you $50 to a blowjob”.
No matter how confident she was on her winning of the bet, she never would take me up on that. But she would bet little stuff like back rubs, foot massages, choice of dinner, etc. So she really shocked me a few weeks back, on a normal Monday night, we got into a discussion about a family vacation… Soon we were arguing about what year we took a certain vacation. I told her we went to Arkansas in 2015, she told me we went to St Louis in 2015, we were both sure.
She sticks her hand out and says, “I’ll bet you”
I stuck my hand out, smiled and said, “okay you’re on what are we betting 50 bucks to a blowjob?”
She pauses for a second – “no, something more.”
Now she had my interest peaked, and I almost backed out of the bet completely, but I asked, “what exactly do you have in mind?”
“How about the loser has to be a servant for a day, and do whatever the winner says starting Saturday.”
Without hesitation, “you’re on…”
I knew that both of my boys were going to be gone on overnight Saturday to some friends, and I just knew that I was going to have a whole day of hot sex in every position imaginable. We have a rule at our house, if you make a bet, you don’t back out. Well what I didn’t know was that the day before our bet, a Facebook memory scrolled across her account saying, “here is a memory of your St Louis trip from 2015”. How can I argue with pictures… a picture is worth a thousand words.
Defeated and deflated, I asked her, “So what do I have to do?”
“I will tell you on Saturday, you don’t need to know that right now.”
It was Thursday mid-morning when Christy texted me.
“Hey the girls want to meet for a therapy session (which means go to the Mexican restaurant, have a few drinks, and chat), tonight do we have anything going?”
These are the same girls she always goes out with…I reply, “no, that’s fine go have fun.”
Little did I know that the girl’s therapy session’s main topic that night would be about the bet she had won, and what was going to happen to me on Saturday. Apparently they had quite a time talking about it, and they gave her a long list of ideas to “torture” me. Damn, I guess girls don’t keep anything private. When she got back Thursday night after having a few drinks and a few laughs, as she walked in the door, she had a mischievous grin on her face.
“What are you grinning for?”
Smirking, she replies, “oh, I just heard something funny on the radio right before I came in.”
I kind of gave her my questioning raised eyebrow look and she shrugged her shoulders and said, “what?”
I said, “nothing,” and I just let it drop.
It had been almost 2 weeks since my last orgasm, and I was looking forward to the kids being gone Saturday so that we could share some ‘skin’ time. Saturday rolls around and about 11:00 in the morning both of the kids leave the house and say they’ll be back Sunday afternoon. They had no sooner left the driveway when Christy grabbed me by the hand, and said, “come on let’s go take a shower.”
She led me to the master bath where we have a double-headed shower, and I was thinking that it was perfect timing, because my balls were starting to ache as they were really backed up. We don’t take a lot of showers together, and more often than not, if we shower together, we end up having sex. I could not have been more wrong that day.
I wrapped my arms around her and started caressing her breasts and she said “back off mister, you’re on the clock as of right now you belong to me and you have to do exactly what I say, no questions asked!” She handed me her scrunchie and said “Wash Me like a queen that you will be worshiping later,” and laughed…
Immediately I had a raging hard on. She knows that it drives me nuts when she talks dirty to me, and very rarely does she talk dirty to me. After shampooing her hair, giving her a scalp massage, and cleaning every nook and cranny of her body, she asks me to hand her her razor and shaving cream. She eyes my hard cock and asks…”why are you still hard, I told you you aren’t getting any?”
She reached over and turned my shower knob almost all the way to cold and told me to stand underneath my own faucet while she shaves. This was very cruel and I was not expecting that. I protested.
“No way the water’s freezing.”
She put her hands on her hips and she cocked her head sideways and she said, “a bet, is a bet Mister! Now do as you’re told.”
When she had finished shaving to the point that she is silky smooth – EVERYWHERE, she turned her and my water off.