The following is an absolutely true story. It doesn't have as much sex as many others, but it was wildly erotic for me and my Mistress. Some parts may seem a bit hurried because I don't remember everything as vividly as I would like.
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"You're going to lose a bet tonight."
That's how it all started. My fiancΓ©e uttered those words that sounded so much like a strange fortune cookie.
"You're going to lose a bet tonight."
Now, you should know that we don't have an entirely conventional relationship. At my request, Sam has taken the reigns in our relationship. It's not 24/7, but if she demands something, I must do it. So when she told me that I would be losing a bet, I had a feeling that the odds would probably be in her favor.
In other words, I knew I'd be losing a bet tonight.
"See, Jeremy, I hate that I can't talk to my friends about our sex life. They tell me about theirs, but our life is too out there for me to mention. So I've figured out a way to have a little talk with my friends. But, for that to happen, you're going to have to lose a bet. We're going to meet Allyson and Nikki at the bar in an hour. But for this to work, you're going to need to go get us some alcohol for home, first."
On that cryptic note, I went out to get some Vodka and Tequila, Samantha's favorite booze. I was incredibly worried, because it was at my request that she didn't talk about our sex life with her friends. On the other hand, I was willing to do whatever it takes in order to have permission to have an orgasm. It had been 5 days since I'd last been allowed release, but without her having to go to law school, they had been very difficult days. She'd spent much of the time on her back, with my head between her legs. And when I wasn't pleasing her, she was teasing me. We'd watched every one of those HBO specials about sex or hookers while she slowly rubbed my cock. She'd bring me to the edge and then stop. And this had happened for 5 straight days. So I was ready to do whatever her bidding, regardless of how embarrassed I was.
When I got home, she complemented me on my choices of alcohol. Then:
"Take off your clothes."
I stripped off the clothes, including the panties, and stood there in my CB-3000. She pulled a key from around her neck and unlocked me.
"There you go, Tiger. But don't go thinking you're going to cum anytime soon."
I started to get dressed again but she stopped me.
"No. Don't put on those panties. You can wear your boxers tonight."
I was surprised, but was not about to complain. She'd made me wear a different pair of panties each day since her last final and I was happy to wear something a bit more comfortable.
"Now, I saw a story recently that says that University science and math programs have begun to be dominated by women. There are simply more women in science and math then men. This is, of course, quite a change from even a few years ago. However, when we get to the bar, you are going to bet the opposite -- you're going to pretend to be a chauvinist and you're going to go on and on about how men are better than women in math and science."
"But, sweetheart!"
"Shh. No buts. That's all you need to know. Now, let's go to the bar."
So we walked the 4 blocks to our bar. We sat there for probably 15 minutes before Allyson and Nikki walked in to find us. Both girls are gorgeous and, if I hadn't been so wildly in love with Samantha I would have tried to convince Sam to have a threesome with either girl. But I didn't want to screw this relationship up, so I didn't.
Allyson is 5'6 and brunette, with a cute little pixie haircut and small breasts. Now, I know I'm the exception to the rule, but I prefer smaller boobs. Especially since it meant Allyson rarely wears a bra. Nikki is closer to 5'9 and blonde, with large and perfect breasts. Both were cute, but neither was in the same league as Sam.
We talked and had about 2 drinks each when Sam gave me my cue:
"You know, I read an article today that said that there are more women in math and science now than ever before. Jeremy, have you found that to be true among your students?"
I knew better than to veer off track. "No. I think men simply have a better aptitude for those fields. Look at it. Men do better in Chess and in music, both fields which need an intuitive grasp of math. Women just can't do it."
That got the girls going. Nikki almost shouted "Are you kidding? I'm better at math than you are, I'll bet. Let's do some math!"
I dug my grave deeper. "No, Nikki. As much as I like you, I'm just better at math than you guys are." I did my best to be as chauvinistic as possible. "Really, men are simply better at thinking than women. You guys are better at other stuff, like giving birth and peeing sitting down, but men are..."
"Ok, smart guy. Let's make a bet. If we are right, we get to show you what it's like to be a woman. If you win, you can have anything you want." Sam said.
"What's the bet," I asked.