Introduction
This story, the characters and events depicted, are fiction. It is part of an anthology of erotic tales I call Betting People. The stories are about a unique wagers and those involved. I hope after reading it, you ask yourself, "I wonder if this ever really happened?" Only I know for sure.
Max
Prelude
For five minutes, Terah sat listening to the "Thud!" "Thud!" "Thud!" "Thud!" "OHH!" "Thud!" "Thud!" "OHH!" "OHH!" "OHH!" sounds coming from the speakers attached to Sawyer's computer. They were strangely mechanical sounds mixed, intermittently, with the erotic moans of a woman. At first, because the 'thudding' had started slowly, the moans weren't very loud. As time passed, the mechanical sounds became louder and with them so too did the woman's moans.
The computer was located in the den. Sawyer was sitting with his back to Terah and, his attention was on the video Terah's best friend Stacy had sent him via email. It wasn't the first one he had received from Stacy. Watching it, he thought to himself, 'I wonder if Terah knows about Stacy's fascination with this thing?"
The email, whose subject line was "Still want to be a test pilot!" read "It's a shame to let it go to waste. I'll be more than happy to come over and let you know if it's worth the money you spent." was only one of seven emails he'd received from her that week. The others, with titles like "Will dust it off for you!", "Have my own lube!" and "Will fix the broken glass if I shatter it screaming!", were equally blunt and had been brought about by several events.
Chapter One -- The Question
One year earlier...
To all that know him, Sawyer Daniels has everything a man could want. He has a good job, a devoted wife and a nice house. He is the office manager of a small finance company and Jennifer, his wife, is an Internet Security Consultant with her own business. They neither have, nor want children which allows them to live a very comfortable, if not overly luxurious, lifestyle in a similarly comfortable, not overly luxurious, house.
Sawyer deeply loves his wife and his one and only complaint was that her job keeps her traveling more than she is home. If not for that, life for Sawyer would be perfect... or so he thinks!
Our story begins in the third week of September of that year, the week before Jennifer's forty-third birthday. Fortunately for Sawyer, Jennifer is out of town. His plan is to surprise her with a birthday present when she returns and so, he has spent four days going through the house hoping to figure out what to get her. In the process he discovered that she has every electronic convenience from household appliances to cellphones, and that Jennifer has more jewelry than the Queen of England and more shoes than Imelda Marcos. No closer to solving his dilemma then he was before, Sawyer decides to call someone he is sure will know. That person is Joann Walters, Jennifer's best friend and business partner.
The conversation from Sawyer's end goes like this...
Sawyer begins, "Hi Joann. Jennifer's not around is she?"
"No, Rich gave us both a hard time today and she went to bed early. Why? What's up?" Replies Joann.
He answers, "Nothing important. I'm just going crazy trying to figure out what to buy her for her birthday. Do you know if there's anything particular she's been wanting?"
"Sure, get her a 'Sybian'! OUCH!!! You bit me you bitch!" The phone is silent for a couple of seconds. When Joann's voice comes back she is breathing heavily. "That was my dog! Let me call you back in a few minutes. I need to remind her who's boss!"
Sixteen minutes later the phone rings. Sawyer picks up the receiver when the caller-ID indicates it is Joann.
"Okay, now that's settled we can continue." Then he hears Joann say, presumably to her dog, "That's right! You better lick me you bitch!" and then says to him, "Where was I? Oh yes. Get her a Sybian! She'll love it." Then he hears her say, "Nice doggy, good doggy."
Sawyer is unfamiliar with the word 'Sybian'. "A Sybi-what?"
"A 'Sybian'. Its a sex toy for women." Replies Joann.
Jennifer has not shown any interest in sex toys and it is the last thing he expects to hear. "Are you sure? How come she told you and not me?"
Probably because she'd have to explain to you how she knew about it and couldn't because the answer to that has to do with work which, we both know she doesn't discuss outside the office. I can't tell you all the details but what I can tell you is that a couple months back Jennifer and I were doing a routine audit of the network and found what I can only describe as a very explicit, adult video on a hidden share located on the company's backup file server. It was put there by a male employee whose name I can't disclose. All I can say is that the video was of a woman in our office having a lot of fun riding a Sybian and Jennifer has been lusting after the thing ever since."
Sawyer whistles. "What happened to the male employee and the woman in the video?"
"Nothing. We couldn't do anything to him without implicating the woman so, we had to let him off with a warning and deleted the video."
The conversation ends shortly after that, leaving Sawyer wondering what else he didn't know about his wife.
Sawyer, though surprised by the revelation that his Jennifer is not quite the virtuous woman he thinks her to be, decides to purchase the Sybian.
First though, he has to a Sybian and then figure out how to buy one without her knowing about it. He knows Jennifer monitors their home computers with the same level of paranoia she uses on the job meaning that Sawyer can't place the order at home without her finding out about it. Also, the network at work is similarly monitored so, he can't order his wife's present from there without endangering his job. Complicating matters more is the fact that Jennifer's company manages the local library's network and she told him that its network blocks anything even remotely identified as adult material. Sawyer also knows he'd have to give the manufacturer both an email address to receive the order conformation and, a shipping destination, neither of which can be his own for obvious reasons.
He decides to ask a friend of theirs for help. That friend is Stacy Webb. Stacy is 42 years old, blond, has a curvy figure, blue eyes, 5' 10" tall and is a part time sub-contractor for his wife's company.
Sawyer doesn't tell Stacy what he is ordering, only why the item is being purchased.
She agrees to allow him to place the order from her computer, use her email address for the transaction, track the package and let him know when it arrives. With in five minutes of placing the order, an order conformation email is received.
Twenty-four hours later, the manufacture sends a second email. Not recognizing the sender, Stacy opens it. The email contains the item's tracking number and a copy of the invoice detailing the contents of the package. As they have arranged, Stacy notifies Sawyer via 'coded' text message of the item's impending arrival, "Baker says cake will be ready tomorrow". After which, she becomes curious about the word 'Sybian' and looks it up on the Internet.
Ten minutes later Sawyer's cellphone 'Chirps' indicating he has a text message. It is lunch time; he has just sat down at his desk and is about to bite into a ham and cheese sandwich on pumpernickel bread. Sawyer puts down the sandwich, removes his phone from his pocket and looks at it. The message is from Stacy. It reads... "She's going to love it!"
Two days later Jennifer returns from her trip. That same day The Sybian is delivered to Stacy's house. Sawyer, who is at work at the time, receives a 'coded' text message. "Cake's Done!"
Because he always gets home before Jennifer does, Sawyer goes by Stacy's, gets the Sybian. When he arrives, Stacy hands him the package containing the sex-toy and apologizes for her curiosity adding... "If she doesn't want it, let me know. I'll see to it you get your money's worth."
Sawyer laughs and disregards her comment taking it for a jest, then goes home and places the box on a shelf in his garage.
Chapter Two -- The Answer
Joann hadn't told him the whole story about the video and Sawyer was as ignorant of what really happened as he was of what was going on at the other end of the phone line.
The conversation from Joann's perspective was very different. Here's what he didn't know...
The cell phone on the nightstand in Joann's room rang. Annoyed, Joann reached over with her right hand, picked up the phone, saw who the caller was and answered it. Her pleasant sounding greeting was phony, but hide her annoyance well.
Sawyer introduced himself, then asked his question. Joann answered immediately...
"Sure, get her a 'Sybian'!" No sooner had the words left her mouth did she feel the sharp on her right thigh. Reflexively, Joann winched and screamed, "OUCH!!! You bit me you bitch!" She was talking to Jennifer, Sawyer's wife.
At the time, both women were laying on the bed. Joann was on her back and wearing a black leather, crotch-less catsuit. Jennifer was face down between Joann's legs and, except for the collar around her neck, was completely naked. Jennifer's arms were under Joann's knees and wrapped around the woman's thighs. Her face was buried intimately in Joann's pubic area.
In Joann's left hand was one end of a chain leash, the other end of which was draped under her left thigh and attached to a choke collar... which was around Jennifer's neck!
When Joann felt the bite on her inner thigh, she squeezed her legs tightly around the sides of Jennifer's neck and pulled hard on the chain. This caused Jennifer to immediately begin struggling for air. Joann waited until Jennifer's face turned red to press the mute button on the phone.
"What the fuck did you do that for?" Yelled Joann furiously and then eased off the presser she was applying to the choke collar.
After taking in a few desperate breaths of air, Jennifer begged, "Quick, (Gasp), tell him you'll call him back, (Gasp again), before he gets suspicious and I'll explain, (Pant) it to you!"
Joann considered her lover's request for a few short seconds. As a maniacal grin crossed her face, she pressed the mute button on the phone and simultaneously pushed her leg down as she pulled the chain upward once more.
"That was my dog!" Joann told Sawyer as she struggled to keep choking Jennifer from escaping. "Let me call you back in a few minutes after I've reminded her who's boss!"
After she closed her phone ending the call, Joann released her stranglehold on Jennifer, who, while catching her breath again demanded, "Are you out of your fucking mind? Sawyer thinks I'm as innocent as a preacher's wife. What are you going to tell him when he asks you how you found out I want a vibrator and then follows up with something like 'Why didn't she tell me about it?'"
