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Authors name: Elliemae (jpootmuffin@aol.com)
Story title : I'll Fade That Bet
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I'll Fade That Bet (MMF, wife, reluc, voy)
by Elliemae (jpootmuffin@aol.com)
***
A man's gambling addiction, cost him more then money.
***
In life there's only one time when you are absolutely
sure of where you've been and where you're going. For me
that time is here.
As I lay here, staring at the ceiling, I remember all the
good times of my life and all the bad.
I remember my first woman, and my last. The one's in
between seem to all run together, except for a few that
exhibited talents seldom seen by this ole' boy. I can
remember the pungent smell of a highly aroused woman. I
guess there's no smell quite like it. It's one thing that
all men, I suppose, never forget.
I don't know what women think about as they wait for
eternal darkness. I do though, have a pretty good idea
what men think about, and I believe it's pussy. We men
tend to spend most of our waking hours, and many of the
asleep ones, thinking about it. I personally see no good
reason to stop just because we are facing eternal
damnation. And, as I lay here waiting for the great
almighty, a story, I think you might like comes to mind.
The story is true. Happened to a friend of mine by the
name of Jimmy Sage. Good ole' Jimmy Sage. Ole' Jimmy knew
the smell of hot pussy. Yeah some folks say he knew it
too well. You see Jimmy was a real pussy hound, and if
there was anything that got that old dog to point, it was
pussy.
Jimmy hung with the crowd from Betty's Rock and Sole, a
small seafood restaurant and late night country bar. Most
particular, he hung with Olin Johnson, another good ole
boy that dearly loved the taste and smell of hot pussy.
In fact Jimmy and Olin liked three things in particular,
and I believe in this order. Moonshine, pussy and
gambling. Those boys were nearly always drunk, looking
for cooze or betting on some odd thing or another.
If you found yourself sitting next to them boys at the
bar, you'd hear talk about cards, horses, football, or
the new girl in town, Ginny Low Wilson. In fact, the only
thing I know of that ever came between Jimmy and Olin,
was Ginny Lou Wilson.
Course they bet on who would get in her tight pants
first, and Olin won. Fact of it is, Olin fell hard for
Ginny Lou, and they married two months after they met.
Jimmy was happy for his best friend, but missed the
Friday night drunks and the womanizing that they had both
loved so dearly.
But, give Ginny Lou her dues. She had it all. Long blonde
hair, worn mostly in a ponytail, teased at the top. Large
breasts, tiny waist, and one of them heart shaped asses
that make you look twice, even if it means getting that
god awful pinch under your arm, that only a wife knows
how to deliver.
Olin was a jealous fool and Ginny drove him crazy. Olin
even considered a trail separation, but decided to stick
it out. Of course it didn't help any when Jimmy would
come by to visit his old friend. Olin noticed Ginny Lou
dressing a little too revealing when Jimmy would be over,
and noticed the way Jimmy looked at Ginny Lou. No, ole
Jimmy never turned down a free show, even if it was from
his best buddy's wife.
Things reached a head the day of the Super Bowl, as Jimmy
and four of their friends all came to Olin's house to
watch the game. Ginny Lou waited on the five men running
in and out of the kitchen fetching this and that.
Olin watched the men staring at her breasts, and cutting
their eyes to the side, hoping to catch a glimpse of her
shapely behind in those tight shorts she liked to wear.
Watched them wet their lips as she leaned over to set
down beers, her tank top barely keeping her firm ripe
breasts hidden. Most of all he watched Jimmy wiping the
sweat from his hands on his jeans every time she entered
the room.
As usual the betting soon began. Jimmy was doing good,
real good. He would bet running play and Emmet would
trundle down the field. He'd bet pass and Troy would drop
back and fire one. The stack of dollars in front Olin
began to dwindle down, and finally disappeared
completely.
Olin saw his chance and pulled Jimmy aside during half-
time.
"Look, Jimmy, you done won all my money, but I deserve a
chance to get it back. How's about I bet you a piece of
Ginny Lou's sweet pussy, against your stack of cash?"
"Are you nuts Olin?" Jimmy asked. "Ginny wouldn't get in
the hay with me even if I won the bet!"
"Don't worry about that." Olin replied. "I'll take care
of the arrangements. Are you willing to fade my bet?"
Jimmy couldn't think of anything he wanted more than to
taste that girl's snatch. He figured this would really
strain their friendship, if he won. Olin would pay off
the bet, he weren't no welsher. But he wouldn't be happy
about Jimmy fucking his sweet Ginny Lou. Jimmy figured
Olin would just have to live with it, and quickly faded
the bet.
"Yeah! Okay you're faded Olin, now what you want to bet
on?" Jimmy asked.
"How about the final score of game? One that comes
closest to the total number of points wins the bet. How's
that?" Olin asked.
"Okay, you got the most to lose, you pick first." Jimmy
answered.
And Olin did.
You probably guessed by now that it just wasn't Olin's
best day, and true to form he lost by a big margin. After
the boys left, Olin walked Jimmy to his truck.
"Look Jimmy, there's no way Ginny will go along with this
bet willingly. I figure what we'll have to do is sneak
you into the house and have you tie her up and do what
you want for, let's say an hour. You can wear a mask, and
she won't ever know did it." Olin explained.
"Man, I don't know about this deal. I don't want to do no
real time." Jimmy answered.
"Fool! You ain't gonna do no time. I'll be here to untie
her and I won't let her call the police. Shit, she's
likely to enjoy it! She likes to play little bondage
games. Just give me a week to work out the details. What
do you say?" Olin asked.
Jimmy, ever horny, and still picturing Ginny's ass in
those tight shorts, agreed and whistled all the way back
to town.
One week to the day, Olin checked the window to be sure
the latch was open, and kissed Ginny good night. He never
got home from the Rock and Sole before three in the
morning and she always went to bed around ten-thirty. He
had tied soft nylon ropes to the bedpost, hiding the
loose ends just under the mattress.
He was a fool to make that bet. He considered all the
options, but there was just no way out of the wager. He
had never welshed on a bet and he couldn't start now. No,
he was stuck with this one. Oh, he could beg his best
friend to let him off the hook, but he knew that even if
Jimmy did, he would hold it against him forever.
Sometimes being from the south is tough. Upholding the
southern gentleman tradition meant letting Jimmy, that
pussy hound bastard, sample some of his sweet Ginny Lou.
That was a fact and nothing or nobody could change that.
His big heart broke as he drove to town to meet Jimmy.
The two discussed the details, Olin reminded Jimmy no
more than one hour, and they sipped beer and shot pool
waiting for midnight. Jimmy lost near every game, his
mind on pussy hound business. In fact the more he thought
about the night to come the more excited he became. Why
he even asked Olin what she'd be wearing, and was her
hair down. Jimmy got so excited he couldn't stop talking
about it. Olin died a little more with every question,
finally making a decision that changed their lives
forever.
Jimmy left the Rock and Sole at midnight, driving twenty
miles over the speed limit heading for Olin's house. He
parked the truck in the street out front and quietly made
his way to the side of the house. Jimmy knew Olin's
house, and knew which window looked into the bedroom.
Peering through the gauze curtains, that Ginny was so
proud of, his gaze fell immediately on the panty-clad
bottom of Ginny as she slept soundly on her side. Holding
his breath, Jimmy eased the window up and climbed one leg
at a time into the bedroom. He crawled to the bed, and
cowered, listening for her breathing.
Finally he dared move again, and began searching for the
ropes Olin told him were there. Slipping one loop over
her right wrist was easy and he tightened it carefully.
Jimmy's courage began to build with the action and he
tied her other wrist quickly. Ginny woke and began to
struggle, staring into the knit mask poised above her.
Her screams echoed from the walls and went unheard,
except by Olin who waited in the living room, tears
dripping from his sad blue eyes. Jimmy overpowered the
slim woman and tied her legs with little trouble. A
blindfold was tied over her eyes, so Jimmy could unmask.
It just wouldn't be right to eat pussy with a mask on!
Jimmy checked the clock and turned back to the woman he
crouched over. His gaze slid down her body from her large
breast with taut nipples to the perfect curve of her
mound, and the warm blonde secret between her perfect
legs. His hands trembling, Jimmy reached out and gently
cupped one swelling breasts. God! She felt good! Jimmy
quickly filled both hands with firm woman and teased her
nipples with his thumbs. Olin watched from the hall as
his big tears continued to drop noiselessly into the
carpet.
Jimmy had decided that since he had an hour, he would
have her twice. Once quickly to take the edge off and
then really enjoy the second time. He used his small pen
knife and cut the straps to her tank top, sliding the
material down to uncover her magnificent tits. Sliding
down her body he buried his face in her crotch, inhaling
deeply the scent of hot women.
He couldn't be sure but he thought she was enjoying this.
And as he lay face down in paradise he cut the side
straps on her panties and eased the material aside. He
lost control and dove tongue first into that sweet pussy
of her's, and found it awash in her juices. She was
enjoying it!
Stripping quickly, Jimmy stepped to the head of the bed
and ordered, "Suck it bitch." Ginny's head turned and her
mouth slowly opened as he fed her his cock head. He could
feel her tongue swirl around the glans as he struggled to
retain control. Olin's tears had stopped dripping and he
now only stared, a cold dark stare.
Climbing between her legs, Jimmy found her hot wet
entrance. Ginny moaned as he entered her, sliding in
completely, and beginning to stroke in long slow strokes.
Olin didn't even blink when he heard Ginny Lou say, "Fuck
me Jimmy, fuck me with that big cock of yours."
Jimmy didn't miss it either and began to slam into his
best friends wife with abandon. Lasting only a few
minutes before firing gob after gob of hot creamy jism
into her waiting womb.
Jimmy heard the explosions, felt Ginny jerk, as he
watched the side of her face disappear. Three bullets
from the three fifty-seven magnum slammed into her soft
features turning her head into a bloody lump of raw meat.
A strong hand forced his face forward between her
breasts, and he could feel the steel barrel against the
skin behind his ear.
"Olin, is that you? Are you crazy? You've killed her!"
Jimmy yelled.
"Yep ole buddy, and you're next. I just can't get used to
everybody wanting my woman. I'd rather kill her than have
to watch you guys ogle her all the time." Olin growled.
"This was your idea man, I never tried to make her!"
Jimmy pleaded.
"Yeah I know, but it was only a matter of time before it
happened anyway. This way, catching you fucking my wife
in my own bed, I got a feeling any jury would accept my
temporary insanity plea. In fact I'd bet on it!"
Well Jimmy ate his last pussy that night, and I lost my
best friend. I only did three years in a state mental
hospital, but I spent the rest of my life missing that
boy. At least he died balls deep in some of the finest
southern pussy I ever had. I'd bet that's better than
lying here waiting for the grim reaper. Would you fade
that bet?
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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