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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 24