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Subject: {ASSM} Real Fantasy Baseball - Part 1 {Davis Irons} (Wife, no-sex)
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Real Fantasy Baseball - Part 1 {Davis Irons} (Wife, no-sex)

 

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I always enjoy writing stories where I do not have complete
control of the outcome.  So I started writing a story that is
following the 2009 Major League Baseball season.  I am an Atlanta
Braves fan and so I picked the Braves and the Mets as the teams
in this game.  
The plot deals with a wager a married man makes with his single
friend over his wife's fidelity. 
I have no idea where this will end up as I do not know the
future.  As the season progresses, I will post updates to the
story (if it holds my interest).  I welcome your feedback as this
unfolds.
Davis (davis3413 at hotmail.com)

Real Fantasy Baseball 
By Davis Irons
April 5th, 2009
"Not a chance, Lew   no fuckin' chance,"  Jonathan replied to his
friend's outrageous claim.  But Lewis persisted.
"She would.  Any woman can be seduced if you know how.  I
guarantee I could have her," he boasted again.
The "she" he had in mind was Ashley, Jonathan's wife.  The two
men had gathered in front of Jonathan's television to watch the
opening game of the 2009 Major League Baseball season between the
Philadelphia Phillies and the Atlanta Braves and their
conversation had drifted to sex.  
Ashley  started it.  As she walked through the room, she
playfully scolded her husband not to "stay up too late."  Her
suggestion was clear and received the response she had wanted
from their company.  Ashley is no prude and was not at all
embarrassed to have their friend, Lewis, knowing what she wanted
this evening.
Lewis welcomed the information.  It was only the good friendship
that the Strong's had with Lewis that kept them from having any
confrontations about Ashley over the years .  His admiration of
her flowing feminine form was no secret.  His eyes had taken
every liberty with Ashley's body they could over the years.  His
jokes about wanting more from her were always light-hearted, but
the sincere desire behind them was clear.  
Jonathan had rebuked him repeatedly over the last decade for his
suggestions.  To Lew's credit, he kept his comments between him
and John and backed off appropriately after each chastisement
given him.  He never spoke or joked directly with Ashley.  There
was no doubt she knew of his attraction to her, but she never let
either of the men know about the level of her knowledge.  
The three of them had lived with an unspoken knowledge of his
wishes for over ten years without ever addressing the issue
directly.  There was no need.  Until now, Lew had showed no signs
of trying to act upon his desires.  But tonight his joking was
different.  Really, it was clear that he was not joking at all. 

He truly believed he could seduce Ashley.  In twenty years of
marriage, the 38-year old mother had always had been faithful to
her husband.  Faithful does not begin to describe her.  Never in
all of the Strong's time together, even in the roughest times of
their marriage, had she even given Jonathan a moment's thought
that she had ever considered cheating.  Her loyalty only added to
the indignation John felt toward Lewis' assertion.  There was no
way in hell that man   or any man   could make his wife cheat on
him unless it was against her will.  Jonathan knew that not
because of the kind of man he is, but because of the kind of
woman his wife is.
But Lewis Henderson is not a man accustom to failing.  At 42, he
had already achieved a level of success most men hope for after a
lifetime of work.  He had accumulated a seven-figure net worth
trading in the commodities market.  He had succeeded in a world
that chews up and leaves broken 95% of the men who enter into it.
 So the long odds he faced in conquering Ashley did not faze him
in the least. Lewis was a man who always got exactly what he want
and now he wanted Ashley.
"No fuckin' way Ashley would ever cheat on me man.  You're full
of shit," Jonathan repeated.  Lew are for the challenge.
"You willing to back it up, bud?  Or maybe you're the one who's
the bullshiter,"  he probed.
"Hell yeah, I'll back it up.  Name your game,"  Jonathan answered
and started the wheels of Lewis' mind turning looking for an
appropriate wager.
"Give me a minute..."  As he pondered his options, Brian McCann
connected for the new baseball season's first home run.  His
lumbering form circled the bases and gave birth to an idea in
Lewis' mind.
"You think your Braves are gonna be any good this year?"  He
asked his counterpart.
"Yeah, I do.  I think they'll be a lot better than last year.  I
think  they'll finish ahead of your sorry Mets."  With that
statement, Ashley's husband walked right into his setup.
"Really,"  he paused.  The process of shaping his idea beamed
from his twitching eyes and silently murmuring lips.  Jonathan
sat quietly until his formulation had finished.
He continued, "Sounds like we could have a nice bet with this. 
You game?"
"Tell me what ya got in mind first."
"Well, it's pretty simple.  We make a bet on the Mets and the
Braves.  I'll pay you cash if the Braves are ahead of the Mets
and if the Mets are ahead of the Braves, you let me have a go at
Ashley."
"hmmmm...." Jonathan replied in his best noncommittal tone.
"Yeah, let's say I pay you $10 a day for every game the Braves
are in front of the Mets,"  He returned to his silent muttering
as he did some quick calculations in his head, "So if the Braves
averaged a ten game lead over the whole six-month season, you
could win about..........$18,000."
The number was intriguing.  Jonathan wanted to hear him out. 
"What do I have to give up?"
Lew continued, "Well, if the Mets are ahead by five games or
less, you just have to step aside and let me interact with her
how ever far she'll let me go.  If my the Mets are up by six
games, I get to add a little alcohol to help my cause.  And if
they get up by more than 10 games, you have to encourage Ashley
to be receptive to my advances.  And no matter how many games
we're up, if no matter how far I get her to go, you can't stop
us."
Two things were in flashed in Jonathan's head.  First, he really
did believe that the Braves and Mets were fairly evenly matched
so didn't think that Lew's lead would balloon to a dangerous
level.  Second, he was completely convinced that his friend had
no shot with Ashley.  She had never voiced or even hinted at any
attraction for Lewis.  But was clear that he wanted his shot at
her.  
Jonathan figured he'd try to sweeten the pot some more. "Look,
$18,000 is nice, but that is only with a 10 game average lead.  I
don't think there's much chance of that.  I need $30 a day per
game.  That's my offer."
Lew didn't even blink. With his bankroll and apparent confidence
in the Mets, the potential loss of money was no deterrent. 
"Deal."
The Braves went on to win tonight, 4-1 in the opener.  It was not
a bad start for Jonathan, but the game was only counting whole
games up or down.  The Mets open their season tomorrow while the
Braves take a day off.  
"I hope I'm right about Ashley," Jonathan muttered into the night
air as he watched his friend drive away after the first night.
April 11,2009
"What time ya comin' over, Lew?"  
"What for, Jay?"
"Don't play dumb with me, man.  You owe me thirty bucks.  I want
my money."
"Shit, you're gonna make me drive over there for thirty fuckin'
dollars?"
"Shit yeah, Lew.  I want my money every day on time."
"Come on, Jay.  Why don't we just square up once week or
somethin'.  It's gonna get old paying out every little time I owe
you some change."
"Lew, if you get ahead, are you gonna work on Ashley every day
you can or you just gonna try once a week or so?"
"Every day, man   every single day," Lewis replied.
"Then I want my money the same way.   I expect my thirty dollars
before the day is over."
The season had started well for Jonathan.  The Braves reached the
first Saturday of the season at 3-1, while the Mets split their
first four games and stood a game back at 2-2.  
Just before dinner, Lewis dropped off the first debt payment of
the season.  
April 18tt, 2009
For the last eight days Lewis Henderson made daily trips to the
Strong's home to honor his commitment under the wager.  The trips
had cost him a total of $300. His arrival on Sunday at noon would
cost him nothing.  The Braves' quick start to the season had been
upset by a streak of losses against the Marlins and Pirates that
reached five games.  Their early season struggles had allowed the
Mets to erase Lew's deficit. After the close of action Saturday
evening, Lewis had a one-game lead over Jonathan.  When Ashley's
husband opened the door to his friend, he cleared the way for
Lew's search of conquest to begin.
"Ready to pay up?"  Lew smirked in his greeting to Jonathan as he
accompanied his friend back to the den.
"Deal's a deal.  You've got no shot, but try your best, man. 
I'll just keep myself busy by counting all the cash you've given
up already."
"Three bills for a chance to nail your wife's pussy.  Best deal
I've ever made man.  Hope you enjoy it while it lasts.  'Cuz I
know I'm gonna love the taste of her juice, baby."
The friends' trash-talk waned once they reached the living area.
The 52-inch LG television hanging from the Strong's living room
wall was tuned to ESPN's morning coverage of the sporting news. 
Jonathan and Lew settled in for the afternoon's games of baseball
and seduction. 
Ashley made her first appearance around the second inning of the
two early games.  By then the Mets were trailing 2-0.  Lew
nervously shifted in his seat over his precarious lead until he
saw his prey drift into range.  Ashley bent over at the waist to
greet her seated husband with a hug and a kiss.  Lewis' sharp,
deep eyes focused on the suggestion of Ashley's cleavage
presented to him by the drooping of her well-worn tee-shirt. .
"Mornin' Lew," she offered belatedly.  That his eyes were not
directed to her face was unmistakable during her greeting.
Given his intentions for the endangered bride, Lew made no effort
to hide what was the object of his eyes' fixation, "Mornin'
Ashley.  You're lookin' as good as always this morning," Lew
replied, never blinking in his stare at her modestly exposed
curves.
Ashley felt a flash of warmth flow up her body into her face. 
Her cheeks flushed slightly at the heated spotlight of his stare
on her body.  Lewis had always kept his glances at her charms in
check.  The furtive glimpses he had taken of her voluptuous 
curves over the years had always been a source of pride for the
married women.  Knowing that a successful and charming man still
sought out opportunities to see her as his sexual prey stroked
the ego of the thirty-something housewife.  Thoughts of Lew's
hidden interest even sporadically crept into her fantasy life. 
She knew there would never be anything between them.  She loved
Jonathan too much to cheat on him and she knew Lew valued his
friendship with her husband to the same degree.  The security of
that knowledge allowed her the freedom to enjoy the guilty
pleasure of Lew's lust without fear of consequences.
But his stare today was different.  His eyes did not blink or
dart away once she caught him staring down the scooped neckline
of her shirt.  His intensity and sincere compliment about her
beauty was nothing like the playful game they had played over the
years.  For the first time, she felt uncomfortable under his
gaze.
"Tha..thank you, Lew," she stammered and hurriedly stood back
erect to obstruct his view.  The shaken bride awkwardly excused
herself from the room claiming that she had no interest in
watching the men drink their beers and waste an afternoon on
baseball.
"You're right man, she's a rock," Lew chuckled once Ashley had
gone, "Like candy from a baby....a big-tittied, round assed,
wantin' to be fucked baby."
Happy with his first salvo in the game, Lew let the wager alone
for the rest of the day.  A Braves' win and a Mets' loss put the
teams and the trio's wager back into a tie at the end of the day.
 
"Better hope your boys' stay out in front of the Mets.  If Miss
Ashley's blushing just 'cuz I'm staring at her.  I'll be fuckin'
her by mid-May if I get the lead, Johnnie boy," Lew promised just
before getting into his BMW M3 and driving away.
Alone in the dying evening sunlight, Jonathan worried over the
first time that his wife by be more attracted to his friend than
he ever knew.  
"Please, let the Braves win, Lord.  Please," he offered in silent
prayer at the thought.


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