The Bet – Chapter One
Beth just looked at Ron, her husband. Her eyes were wide and her breath shallow. She couldn’t believe what her husband, her husband, was saying. She blinked and felt her heart beating through her chest. “You can’t be serious.” This game was a lot of money and he just used her bank account to buy in. Beth’s husband was a professional gambler, although you would usually associate professional with someone that actually makes more than they expend. He went all over the world and made barely enough for travel. They really lived on her income and most of his travels were with her money. She had a good job as a CPA. He would be leaving in less than twenty minutes for the game in Los Vegas. He smiled and then just moved close in to her. He quickly lifted her dress and before she realized what he was doing had his pants down and was on top of her. He moved her panties to the side and she found him in her, although he only made four of five strokes before he stopped. He climbed off of her and zipped his pants up. Beth just sat back up and re-adjusted her panties. Beth didn’t realize that this was not the usual sex life. She had been very “prudish” growing up and her husband was the first person she was ever intimate with, on their wedding night. He had come to her, with her negligée on and proceeded to climb on top of her for all of 30 seconds, then go in the other room to watch a game. Beth didn’t even know what sports game it was. She had never known what an orgasm was and, being a good person, and religious, didn’t think divorce was right, so she never perused it.
Michael sat down at the table and looked around him. There were some professionals, and some that where rich, and some that seemed to think of themselves as professionals but were really just ok. The game was high stakes and everyone had to put something up for collateral. It was very professional, but run by, well, people you didn’t want to cross. Five people sat at the table. The game went on for most of the night. It was a true poker game. Ron sat there holding his cards, four eights. Damion sat across from Ron and had a full house, nines over fours. Michael was the professional, and he had never seen a royal straight flush, but here it was, in his hand. He knew he couldn’t lose. Only the three of them remained in this hand. Damion was just a rich kid that had been a bit lucky this night. Damion bid $100,000.00. He was a rich kids son and thought he would take this hand. Ron knew he could beat Damion and, although Michael never gave himself away, thought he had Michael, so he called. “I can put in the pot a $100,000.00 marker.” Damion immediately was up, “what do you mean a marker?” Ron looked at him and continued “I have a bonus coming in 12 months that covers it.” He pulled out the paper showing his wife’s bonus and when it would mature. Damion looked at it and saw that it was for an Elizabeth, “who is Elizabeth and what about the 12 months?” Ron knew he had to be included and technically he couldn’t come up with the money now, of course Damion also wanted the money and if he folded, he wouldn’t get it. Ron explained that the bonus was his wife’s and he was good for it. Damion, really being a jerk, smiled and said, “well, if I accept the bonus in a year, I want interest.” Ron knew that after taxes he wouldn’t have much more than the $100,000 and didn’t have an answer for that. Damion then leered, “This is your wife, right?” Ron “yes, why?” Damion than grinned, “ok, I will accept the 12-month delay, if I get your wife once a month for a night.” Ron looked at him like he had grown a second head. After the initial surprise, he realized he would win and if he didn’t (and this is really incredible for Ron to even think as he was not a good husband) he really didn’t like her much anyway. “ok.” Johhny, the man monitoring the game looked at both of them “This game if being sponsored by Mr. Black, he will expect all terms to be obeyed. If this Elizabeth doesn’t agree, then you” looking at Ron “will have to make good.” It wasn’t a question, just a statement. Johhny then looked at Michael “You can anti up, fold, or force Ron out if you don’t agree to those terms.” Michael looked at Ron “you are betting your wife to do whatever I want once a month for 12 months, are you serious?” Ron smiled, he really thought he was going to win, “yes.” Michael looked at his hand again, he couldn’t loose and if he forced Ron out, that would be $100k less, although he would have to wait a year. What imbecile would bet his wife. “Although this is highly irregular, I call.” Michael watched as Damion smiled and laid his hand down, which quickly turned to a sneer when Ron laid his hand down. Michael, never having had a royal straight flush before put his hand on the table slowly. Ron just stared at it. “Oh my god.” Ron finally said.
Ron arrived home and looked at his wife. She had picked him up from the airport and was rattling on about some job she had at work. He finally just blurted it out. “I lost, really bad.” Beth looked at him, she sighed. “All of the money you took?” He looked at her, “and some.” Beth furloughed her brow “and then some, what did you do?” Ron looked down “I bet your bonus.” Beth blinked, and thought “my bonus, you mean the $100,000?” Her voice said it all. “How, that is my money?” Ron met her eyes, “it wasn’t a trade sanctioned game so some things could be unconventional.” Beth felt her heart pounding, her bonus next year was something she had worked hard for and now he just threw it away. “There is also interest we have to pay since we can’t pay it until next year.” Beth was almost in tears. “Interest, how much interest?” Ron, for the first time, felt uncomfortable in what he was telling her. “You, you are the interest.” Beth didn’t understand what he was saying so Ron continued “You have to go to the winner once a month for 12 months.” Beth was in shock, “go to, what does that mean, and do what?” “Anything he wants, from 5:00 p.m. until 9:00 a.m. once a month”. Beth’s mouth dropped open, “oh my God, you mean you bet me, I was part of your bet, to do.” Beth trailed off. Her mind was barely grasping what he was saying. “No, I won’t do it, not my money, not my body, I won’t do it.” Ron looked at her and showed his fear for the first time. “They will kill me.” He knew they would either kill him or knee cap him. “This wasn’t a trade sanctioned game, it was backed by the mob, they will kill me.”
Michael looked at the email. So, she would meet him on the third Friday of the month in New York for the night, for 12 months. This was not really what he had wanted, or expected. He could just let it pass. He didn’t want to have someone’s wife as a prize. Well, he hadn’t thought of it before. Michael thought of it some more and realized, he did have that fetish and she would have to do anything he wanted. Well, the rules were no injuries, no public humiliation, and nothing permanent like a tattoo or such. He drew a deep breath. Michael had never been in a committed relationship, his work kept him too busy for that. So, he had only indulged in his fantasy by himself. Here was his opportunity. He hadn’t come up with the idea, that was Damion, but he had a woman that would be his for one night a month. Could he pass it by? Well, the third Friday of the month was a week and a half away, he would have to decide by then.
The End of The Bed – Chapter One.
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