This story
was written for ASSTR's anniversary. However, it was three hundred
some words to long to be accepted and become an official part
of the celebration. Since I don't have anything else to do with
the story, I decided to post it anyway.
The story
is written from a man's point of view. I wanted to see if I could
pull it off. The story is also extremely short. I was trying to
make it less than 500 words for the ASSTR
anniversary. I didn't make it.
The
Wager
by
Maria Gonzales
© 2000 - All Rights Reserved. Any use of this work without
the author's written permission is strictly forbidden.
"What's this site?" my wife Bridget asked as she looked
through the websites bookmarked on my computer."What does
ASSTR stand for?" She
bit her lower lip and flipped her blonde hair back, causing her
braless breasts to jiggle inside the unbuttoned man's red silk
pajama top she wore.
"ASSTR is a site where
a bunch of erotica writers post their stories." I answered
as my eyes focused on the curves of her breasts.
"Erotica writers?" she asked with a raised eyebrow,
"you mean sick people that write pornographic stories,"
she continued. "And you told me that you don't look at porno
sites."
I laughed and she gave me a weird look. "I don't. Well,
sure some stories are pornographic, but you might be surprised
at how good some of these writers are. All of the stories have
sex in them, but the good ones aren't really all about sex."
Bridget clicked on the bookmark and we watched as ASSTR's
opening page loaded onto my computer.
"Click down there, where it says web site," I instructed.
As she did, I continued to explain to her about ASSTR.
"I bet if you took the time to read some stories, even you
would like them."
Bridget frowned at me and read through the screen. "I doubt
it. There sure are a lot of stories here. Where should I click?"
I smiled at her and offered, "Here's a bet. I'll show you
to a story, and if you don't like it, then I'll go shopping with
you tomorrow for some jewelry, maybe a nice bracelet or necklace,
but if you do enjoy it, then I get to buy a big screen TV."
"That's a sucker's bet," she answered with a big smile.
"You know I hate porn. I've had my eye on a gorgeous tennis
bracelet at Cartier's for a month. You're on."
"Click on the author's link." I told her. As the screen
filled with the names of the authors, I tried to think of what
writer to send her to and what story she would enjoy the most.
There were so many great stories by so many good writers that
I was stumped. John A.,
Michael D., Miss
Behavin, Ann
Douglas... where should I send her?
"I'm waiting," Bridget said as she impatiently tapped
the mouse.
"I'm thinking," I answered as the names passed through
my mind. M1ke
Hunt, Janey,
BitBard, EZ
Riter, Maria
Gonzales...
"If there are as many good writers as you say, you should
be able to rattle one off the top of your head," she said
as she smiled at me confidently.
"The problem isn't lack of good writers or stories, but
I want to pick *the* story you'll enjoy the most."
"Just make sure the story's not too long," Bridget
said. "I don't want to be here all night."
"I got it!" I exclaimed. "Click on DG."
"DG?"
Bridget asked with a giggle as she clicked on DG's name. "Don't
these people have last names? Look, Michael D, John A., Bronwen..."
"I'm sure they do, but I think most of these are pen names
anyway," I answered as Dg's site came onto the monitor. "Look
for a story named 'Remote-Control
Wife.' It's short and sexy, but you get to know the characters
enough to make you care about them." Bridget followed my
instructions, and Dg's story filled the screen." I'll be
in the living room trying to figure out where to put the big screen.
I'll be back in half an hour," I said with a smirk.
Bridget held her hand up, smiling as she looked at her wrist.
"The bracelet will look perfect here."
I left the room, closing the door behind me and watched TV for
half an hour. When I approached the bedroom door, I opened it
slightly and peeked in. Bridget stared blankly at the monitor,
oblivious to everything around her. The pajama top was opened,
her curvy body exposed. Her fingers softly pinched her nipples
as her other hand busily rubbed her pussy. Suddenly, she closed
her eyes and her head fell back as she let out a loud moan of
ecstasy. Her hand furiously massaged her clitoris as she sprawled
out in the chair, her breasts bouncing wildly as she climaxed,
her loud moans filling the room.
As her orgasm drifted away, she slowly reopened her eyes and
looked at the monitor. "Looks like you liked the story,"
I said loudly, smiling at my sexy wife still in the afterglow
of her orgasm. "I know the perfect spot for the big screen.
Right by the..."
"What?" she interrupted as she turned her head toward
me and tried to get her bearings.
"I said it looks like you enjoyed the story."
Bridget giggled softly and closed her eyes momentarily. When
she reopened them, she looked at me with a soft grin. "I
guess so," she admitted. She stood and stepped toward me.
"I guess you won the big screen, but first you have to take
care of something very hot and wet," she added as she stepped
toward me and peeled off the pajama top.
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