The Wager by Michael O’Connor

Chester Darby is a gambling man but this time, he's bound to lose. If only, he knew his wife better, then he wouldn't of gambled her away. Read how one man makes £6000 by being a silver tounged charmer!

The 'All Odds' was an informal club for men with a serious gambling problem.
Members would bet on literally anything, staking large amounts of cash on a
particular drop of condensation running down a window pane, or the length of
time that might expire before a car of a particular make or colour drove by.
An 'All Odds Man' was not interested in horse racing, or other such mundane
pursuits, preferring to win or lose on far more absurd games of chance.

In his many years as a member of this club, Chester Darby thought he had
heard it all. That was until Bradley Farside proposed a wager that almost
caused him to choke on his gin and tonic.

"I'll bet you five thousand pounds I can seduce your wife," Farside said,
for the second time, savouring the reaction of his companion.

"I thought that's what you said," Chester replied, wiping his double chin.
"I can only say you must either be joking or out of your mind."

"I'm sane and very serious," said Farside. "Five grand says I can bed your
wife."

Chester snorted derisively. "That's a crazy idea!"

Farside shrugged. "Really? More crazy than putting two thousand on what
colour dress that lady news reader will be wearing on Tuesday?"

"That's different," Chester snapped. "It's like betting on the number of
Japanese cars to pass this window in an hour. It's a real gamble. What
you're proposing is akin to handing five grand over to me right now."

"So you think I wouldn't stand a chance?"

"I know you wouldn't. You've only met Julia once. And in the seventeen years
we've been married, she's never even looked at another man. She's very old
fashioned about things like that."

"So call me reckless," said Farside. "I may hardly know her, but I still
think I'm in with a fighting chance. Of course, maybe you have strong
personal feelings on this matter."

"Personal feelings have nothing to do with it," Chester replied firmly. "I
love my wife, of course, but a wager is a cold business matter. If she were
a nymphomaniac, I'd bet on how many men she could take on in an hour. And
I'd happily accept your wager, if I thought there was the remotest chance
of you winning."

Farside smiled. "Chester, I'm not a man to put my money on non-starters."

"Whatever makes you think you could seduce Julia, of all people?" the older
man demanded.

"Intuition," replied Farside. "You were talking about her the other night
and how her lack of interest in sex drives you to whores. It sounds to me as
if she's sexually repressed. And frustrated. From what I remember, she's a
very attractive woman. Should I lose the bet, I'll have had the pleasure of
at least trying to seduce her. And should I win, it would be a double
pleasure to collect."

"How long do you propose to take to seduce her?" asked Chester. "Six months? A year?"

"One evening."

Chester bellowed with laughter. "Now I know you're pulling my leg. If you
want to get rid of five grand that badly, you can write me a cheque this
minute."

"So I take it you'll accept my wager.

"I want to hear the plan first," answered Chester. "Granted you're something
of a ladies man, and you have a tongue of sterling silver. But the only way
you could bed my Julia is to first knock her over the head with a mallet. As
I'm sure you have nothing so criminal in mind; maybe you'd like to tell me
just how you propose to go about it."

"A subtle combination of charm and animal magnetism," replied Farside. "It's
never failed me yet."

"There's always a first time," said Chester. "Tell me, how exactly do you
remember Julia? It must be two years since you met her."

"Very reserved. Bit of a snob, actually. But damned attractive."

"You got a hard-on for her?"

"Damn, yes. But I thought no more of it, until you talked about her the
other night. She's been on my mind ever since."

"I think you've lost your mind," grunted Chester. "But who am I to turn down
the easiest five thousand I'll ever make?"

Farside smiled. "I knew you were a daredevil, Chester. You're certain you
won't go berserk if I do succeed in bedding your good lady?"

"If you seduce Julia, I'll be too stunned to go berserk," replied Chester.
"Aside from that, this is a gambling matter, to be treated as any other
wager."

"In that case, you might care for a little side bet," ventured Farside.

"What?" Chester enquired, suspiciously.

"A further thousand that she gives me a blowjob."

Chester exploded with fresh laughter. "If you knew the slightest thing about
my wife, you would not even mention that word. In seventeen years, do you
know how many blowjobs she's given me?"

"None?"

"Exactly. You'd have more chance of getting a fuck off the pope than a
blowjob from Julia."

"I still want to bet on it."

"It's your money," Chester replied. "For now. But how are we to verify this,
in the unlikely event of your getting as far as the bedroom with her?"

"You can see for yourself," said Farside.

"You mean watch?" said Chester, more loudly than intended.

Farside ordered another round of drinks, then leaned forward to
confidentially unveil his plan.

The following evening, Chester's silver BMW rolled into the car park of the
Willows Country Club. He stepped out, opened the passenger door and a tall,
auburn haired woman emerged. She was wearing a knee length purple dress,
white silk jacket and more makeup than was necessary to camouflage her
forty-six well preserved years.

As arranged, Farside was waiting in the bar. He rose, as they approached.

"Chester, great to see you," he smiled. "And Mrs. Darby - at last we meet
again. Not that I expect you remember me."

Julia returned his smile. "The Irvings' cocktail party, almost two years
ago. I have an excellent memory for faces."

"Where's Elaine?" asked Chester.

"No show, I'm afraid," replied Farside. "But I'm sure we'll manage without
her. Let me get you both a drink. Gin and tonic for you, Chester. And for
you, Mrs. Darby, a very dry Martini, if memory serves me right."

"How could you possibly remember that?" she gasped.

"I never forget the vital details," he replied, with a smile.

"It's Julia, by the way," she said, sitting down.

Good start, mused Chester. Full marks for effort. But this is going to prove
a costly evening for you, my friend.

An hour later, as they were about to adjourn to the dining room, Chester was
informed there was a phone call for him at the bar. When he returned, he
looked appropriately annoyed.

"Bad news, I'm afraid," he announced. "That was George Gill. He wants to see me urgently. I would have put him off until morning, but he is a very
important client."

"That's a shame," said Farside. "But business before pleasure, that's the
name of the game."

"I'll drop you off on the way, darling," Chester offered.

"If I might make a suggestion," interjected Farside. "Would you object to
your wife and I having dinner together, while you attend to business? It
seems a shame to let Mr. Gill spoil everybody's evening. That is if it's
alright with you, Julia, of course."

Chester managed not to glower, but his eyes hardened. Farside was not about to let him win that easily. As Julia considered the invitation, Chester
willed her to reject it.

"I suppose so," she hesitantly replied. "If you don't mind, Chester."

He forced a smile. "Not at all. As Bradley said, no point letting my
business spoil everyone’s evening. Now that that's settled, I really must dash.
Enjoy your dinner."

"We will," Farside assured him, with a sly smirk.

After his departure, they were silent for a while. Then Farside smiled. "So
Julia, fate has left us alone for the evening."

"So it would seem," she replied, quietly. "Shall we go through to dinner?"

Chester, meanwhile, was becoming just a little concerned. Julia was
responding far too easily to Farside's charm for his liking. He told himself
not to be stupid. They would have a pleasant dinner together, then she would
ask him to drive her home. If he tried anything, she would not hesitate to
put him in his place.

"He hasn't a hope in Hell," he muttered, turning the Rover into a narrow
side road.

It would take him less than ten minutes to walk the rest of the way to
Farside's house.

It was almost midnight when Farside's car drew up outside his front porch.
He was not alone. Julia was in the passenger seat. She smiled as he opened
the door for her.

"I think I've had enough already," she said as he fixed her another drink,
in the lounge.

"Just a small one," he said, enjoying a sly peek down the front of her dress
as he handed it to her.

He put on a CD, then sat in the armchair opposite her, from where he was
afforded the best view of her legs.

"I suppose you're going to say you knew I liked Barbara Streisand," she
teased.

"An educated guess," he replied. "Tell me Julia, do you ever gamble?"

"I'm much too careful to play games of chance," she told him. "Didn't your
unerring intuition tell you that?"

"The exact opposite, actually. You're taking a chance right now."

"Why? Are you dangerous?"

"No, but I am easily tempted. You're a very attractive woman."

She glanced at the mantelpiece clock. "I really should be going. Chester
will be wondering what has happened to me."

"Chester won't even be home yet," Farside responded. "You said so yourself.
Let me top up your drink."

He leaned over to take her glass and brushed her lips with his.

She put down her glass. "Bradley, I...."

"Don't say anything," he whispered, then kissed her again.

She started to pull away, but he wrapped his arms around her and pushed his
tongue into her mouth. She gave up the feeble struggle with her desires and
responded in kind. When their mouths parted, they were both breathless.

He took her hand and she allowed herself to be led upstairs, into the
bedroom. He switched on the light, then kissed her again, this time more
forcefully, crushing her body against his. He fumbled with the zipper at the
back of her dress and drew it slowly down. Julia tensed, seemed on the point
of resisting, then allowed herself to be unwrapped. When the dress slid down
off her shoulders, she stood before him in a cream silk slip that only half
covered her breasts and ended high up on her thighs. She was wearing tan
tinted pantyhose that accentuated the shapely splendour of her legs.

Farside unbuttoned his shirt, then embraced her again, cupping the swell of
her bottom. His cock felt hard against her belly. He kissed her face, neck
and bare shoulders, pushed aside the thin straps that held up her slip and
travelled downwards to her breasts.

He knelt before her and continued to cover her body with his mouth, as he
took off her shoes and rolled her pantyhose down over her legs. He kissed
her thighs, then the lace covered mound of her pussy, the dark shadow
visible through the thin white material. He nuzzled her panties and tasted
her through them, before pulling them down. At the same time, she unhooked
her bra at the back and dropped it onto the pile of clothing at her feet.
Her breasts were firm and round, the nipples brown and stiff.

Farside parted the fur-covered folds of her pussy and explored her with his
tongue. She was already hot and very wet. She parted her legs further,
allowing him fuller access. Within a few moments, she climaxed, with a soft
sigh. His tongue swam in her juices, her clitoris throbbing against the tip.

He licked her to a second torrential climax, and then led her to the bed. She
lay back and watched him strip. His body was hard and hairy, his cock long
and fat. Julia combed his hair with her fingers, as he covered her body with
further kisses, a finger exploring her pussy. She opened her legs
invitingly, eager to once again feel his tongue inside her. But he licked
her slit only briefly, then knelt beside her and held his cock up to her
mouth. Startled, she drew back.

"What's wrong?" he asked, anxiously.

"I hope you don't expect me to suck that," she cried.

"Why not?" He sounded hurt.

"I couldn't. It's not natural."

"You've never tried it!"

She shook her head. "I've never wanted to. Only sluts do that sort of
thing."

But Farside was not to be deterred.

"Just kiss it," he pleaded, stroking the engorged rod with his right hand.

Reluctantly, she kissed the wet tip. She kissed it a second time, allowing
her red lips to linger against the fat purple crown. He fondled and squeezed
her breasts, while she continued to spread soft kisses over his cock.

"Maybe it wouldn't be so bad," she finally murmured, with some hesitation.
"But I don't know how."

He smiled. "Just wet your lips, then open your mouth and slowly take it in.
That's it. Ohhhh yes, that feels good! Suck it, my darling! Suck my cock!"

At his suggestion, Julia lay back and opened her mouth to receive the
downward thrust of his cock. He pushed it to the back of her throat, then
drew it back out, until only the tip was between her lips. She licked away a
droplet of cum, then he thrust deep into her mouth again, his balls slapping
against her chin. As she sucked him, she fondled his arse with one hand, her
own slit with the other.

When he was nearing the point of no return, he withdrew his cock from her
mouth. It glistened with her saliva and was streaked with her lipstick. He
guided it between her thighs and she welcomed it with a loud cry of
pleasure. She moaned into his mouth, as he buried his cock to the hilt with
every hard thrust. Before she felt his thick, hot cream gushing into her,
she had climaxed twice more.

They lay back in each other's arms for a few minutes afterwards, sweating
and breathless. Then, without a word, Julia got out of bed, picked up her
clothes and hurried out to the bathroom. When she returned, she was fully
dressed.

"Take me home, Bradley," she said, quietly.

He returned an hour later, to find Chester sitting on the couch, sipping a
whisky.

"I don't know how you did it," the fat man said, with just a hint of
admiration. "But seeing is believing, as they say."

"I hope you weren't too uncomfortable in the wardrobe," said Farside.

"I saw it all, that's what mattered" Chester grunted. "I've already written
you a cheque. You've had quite a rewarding night."

"In more ways than one," smiled Farside.

Early next morning, he was awakened by the telephone.

"Darling, you were outstanding!" she gushed.

He smiled. "You were pretty good yourself. For a lady who's never sucked
cock before."

"You taught me everything I know," she replied. "How did Chester take it? I
was asleep when he got in and he'd already left by the time I got up."

"Like a true sportsman," answered Farside. "I think he really got off on
watching us. You're going to be getting some very peculiar looks over the
next few days."

"I just hope I can keep a straight face," she said. "Imagine being stupid
enough to pay you six thousand pounds to screw his wife."

"Especially when I've been screwing her for nearly two years for free,"
added Farside.

Julia laughed. "Oh my, aren't we just diabolical! I'm getting horny just
thinking about it. Can you spare the afternoon for me?"

"You bet," he replied.