The Bet Ch 04 Pt 01

Early February was here, with all that implied for the Chicago area - cold, windy, perhaps snowy. - though not as bad as it had been a few decades ago. It also meant that Spring training was around the corner, bringing with it a renewal of hope for the upcoming season. My lovely wife was already supremely confident in her Yankees, announcing that my wager was a vacation in Tuscany. I was still struggling with a counter worthy of something so extravagant.

"Have you thought of my bet yet?" Dana asked one evening as we relaxed on the couch, a fire warming the dimly-lit room and creating a romantic atmosphere.

"No, afraid not," I told her. "Tuscany...you must really want me to come up with something wild for you to do this year when you lose." The major element of our Red Sox/Yankee bet each year was winning the season head-head competition. My Red Sox lost this past year, but I had made out well from side considerations. So there were important decisions to be made.

"I don't know how you could do better than last year, even though you lost," she pointed out. "I ended up stripping in a Las Vegas club - and then again the next day in that cabana!" (The Bet, Chapter 3)

"I remember it all quite fondly," I told her. "But it wasn't all one-sided. You had several incredible dinners, and the Cirque de Soleil show you had wagered for."

"Still, I think you did much better than you should have, given that you lost. And I hope all the exposure of my body got that fantasy out of your system."

"I have to agree that some of my fantasies about you came true," I admitted. "But I still dream of showing you off, and making other men wish they were me. And, as I recall, the whole Vegas experience was exciting for you too."

Dana blushed vividly at that, her fair skin turning pink and then a deeper red, the color blossoming over her lovely face and neck.

"Remembering all those men lusting after you when you were stripping?" I teased her. I turned her to me and kissed her, my hand going under the bulky sweater she was wearing to caress the bare skin of her back.

We kissed gently at first, our desire building as the kiss went on. My hand ran over her smooth skin, loving the feel of her on my palm. I shifted so I could move under her arm and onto one of her sumptuous breasts. I broke the kiss as I cupped the fullness of her breast, my lips trailing along her jawbone to nuzzle at her neck. Dana pressed into my hand, and I could feel the hardness of her nipple as I caressed her. Her breathing was quicker now, matching mine.

"All of them wanting to feel your beautiful breasts in their hands, just like this," I whispered in her ear.

"Ohhhh," she moaned softly and slowly, and I knew a vision of all that male lust that had been directed at her was filling her imagination.

I moved to sit back on the couch and pulled her on top of me, her legs straddling mine as we kissed again. Now both of my hands were under her sweater, stroking over her back and pulling her close to me. Our kiss became deeper, Dana's arms going around my neck to hold me close to her.

"I could kiss you all night," I murmured as we paused to breathe. My hands went to the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head, revealing her lovely breasts. I cupped the full globes and bent my head to take a nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking at the hard nub gently. Dana pulled me into her as I made love to her breasts.

"Oh David," she whispered as I worshipped her body. "Yes...."

I was disappointed when Dana pulled back, but only momentarily. She tugged at my sweatshirt, trying to lift it up.

"Take this off," she instructed me. "I need to feel your body."

I lifted the garment over my head and tossed it aside, pulling her back into me. We kissed as our bodies melted together and Dana's hands began to run over my back, just as mine were caressing her.

"Make love to me," she murmured as we stroked each other. Dana's hips began to rock gently, pressing her onto my erection, still covered by my flannel lounging pants. I lifted her off me and pulled her flannel pants and panties down. Dana helped and took the clothes off as I lifted my hips and shed my own pants. Now naked, we came together again, Dana straddling me as before.

As she lay atop me her mound pressed down on my erection, and I could feel the dampness there. Sex with Dana had always been effortless - she became aroused quickly and was multi-organic. I slowly slid my hardness along her slit, moving easily with her natural lubrication. We kissed as our bodies melted together, arousal building with each touch and movement. We finally reached the point where neither of us could wait any longer; Dana moved higher on me and I felt the head of my cock slip down to her sex. We slowly joined as she moved down my belly, as if we were two perfectly matching parts meant to be joined.

"So magical," I whispered as we joined, the satin feel of her enveloping me.

"Oh David," she moaned softly. We paused to savor the pleasure of joining and then began to slowly rock in the rhythm of making love. My hands went to the fullness of her rear to guide her movements as we quickened our pace. Dana rotated her hips and ground her clitoris on me as we moved, now building to her orgasm. Her head went back in pleasure, and I used the movement to lean forward and take a breast into my mouth, sucking gently on it.

"Harder," Dana gasped, letting me know she was close. I pressed upward into her and sucked harder on her nipple while nipping at it with my teeth. Her breath caught as the orgasm washed over her; I rocked her through the climax and then slowed to let her recover.

"Mmm, that was wonderful," she said, leaning down to kiss me hard.

"And that was just your appetizer," I told her. "Ready for the main course?"

"What? Oh!" she moaned as I began to thrust into her again. I pulled her down onto me as I drove up at her; when her breathing quickened I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us so I was on top. My arms went under her legs, bending her at the knees and opening her to me. Now I was able to thrust deeply into her, something I knew drove Dana wild. I began driving into her, pulling back until I was almost out of her and quickly thrusting my full length into her.

"Oh my god! Oh!" Dana moaned as I took her roughly. She began to push up at me, searching for deeper penetration and I angled to give it to her. My pubic bone was hitting her clitoris as we fucked and she gasped each time. I thrust deeply into her and ground down on her clitoris and she moaned loudly.

"Yes, take me...make me your slut. Fuck me!"

Now she was babbling as I fucked her, and I knew she was close. I let myself go and built to my own climax, trying to time it with hers. When she began to gasp I quickened my thrusts, triggering our mutual orgasms. I exploded into Dana as she pulled me down to kiss her, moaning into my mouth as she shook with sensation.

We savored the fading ecstasy of our lovemaking as I eased myself down onto her, letting Dana's legs slip to the couch. I rolled us onto our sides, still joined, and looked into my lovely wife's eyes, still unfocused from her climax. I kissed her lightly and she seemed to return to the present enough to kiss me back.

"You love me so well," she whispered. "Every time is so special...."

"You're inspirational," I told her. "I can't get enough of you - though I admit I need occasional rest." she laughed at that.

"Good thing I have toys then," she teased.

We lay holding each other, just enjoying our lovemaking as long as possible before returning to the rest of the world. Eventually we rose, turned off the fireplace and went up to bed, leaving everything for the morning.

Several days later I still hadn't figured out a bet that would create a scenario rivaling Dana's adventure as a stripper. But sometimes good things come to those who wait and today was one of those times. As we set the table for dinner Dana told me her news of the day.

"So, Linda called me today asking if I would do her a favor," she began.

"Do tell," I said with amusement. Linda was always in need of something, and my wife was one of her regular lifelines.

"Her charity is doing this big fundraiser, a fashion show for husbands so they can buy clothes as presents for their wives. Apparently they need six models, and they can only afford four. So she wants me to model along with her in the last two spots."

"I would pick you as a model too," I allowed. "You have a fabulous figure, long legs and a beautiful face. What kind of clothes would you have to model?"

"She said we would each do ten outfits - start with casual, then more dressy, a few gowns and finally nightgowns. No lingerie, so forget those hopes you dirty-minded man."

"How much money are they trying to raise?" I asked. "It doesn't sound that big."

"$250,000 I think," Dana answered. When I whistled she explained. "It's fairly intimate - twenty tables of four men each. But it's $5,000 a table just to attend. And then the charity gets 20% of sales - and these aren't off-the-rack outfits, they'll be pricey. Add in shoes and pieces of jewelry and it's not impossible."

"I'd love to attend," I told her. "I bet you'll sell the most of anyone."

"Linda said it's already sold out," she said. "Apparently there are groups like local law firms that buy whole tables."

"Are you going to do it?"

Dana sighed. "Yes, I couldn't figure out a way to say no."

The event was only two weeks away, which meant Dana had to rush to schedule the multitude of appointments that make up the maintenance of the female sex - hair, nails, eyebrows, eyelashes, etc.

"You know you're incredibly beautiful without doing all this, don't you?" I asked as she was rushing out the door to get her nails done.

"No, I don't," she shot back. "I have a broken nail on this hand and several chipped nails..."

"I never get past your beautiful eyes," I told her.

"You're sweet," she said, giving me a quick peck on the cheek as she hurried to the door. Truth be told, I never got past her fabulous body.

I was unhappy that I would miss a chance to watch my lovely wife model for a room full of men, who would no doubt admire her and then lust after her. While some of the clothes she would model sounded harmless the negligees might not be.

Good fortune smiled on me a few days later when I ran into our neighbor John walking his dogs. John was a senior partner at a local law firm that was very active in just about everything. After a few mundane topics he brought up the auction.

"Rumor is that Dana is going to be one of the models," he mentioned.

"She is," I confirmed. "Sorry I can't see her do it - apparently the event has been sold out for months."

"It is every year," John told me. "The charities change, but my country club hosts the event every year and the usual suspects attend. Say, if you really want to go I think I can get you a seat at a table with me. Our firm buys two tables and I can bump one of our guys for my "client".

"That would be great if you could do that!" I told him.

"Do you have a tux?" he asked. "They do this up big - black tie, open bar, the whole bit. The buying goes up as more drinks are served," he half joked.

"Got a tux," I told him. "And I'm pretty sure it still fits."

"Then assume you're in," he said.

"Thanks John, I really owe you. How should I pay you for the ticket?"

"You don't," he told me. "This is included in the firm's charity budget. It's money we have to find a way to spend every year."

That settled, I thanked him again and headed home to tell Dana the news. She was delighted to hear that I would be there.

"At least there will be one friendly face in the crowd," was her comment.

"I'm sure it will be fine," I told her. "And you can tell me what to buy you!"

"You may want to see the prices before you offer to do that," was her answer.

Auction day was finally here; I was going to drive Dana to the country club two hours early so she could prep for the fashion show with the coordinators and other models. We loaded two roller boards into the car, me wondering what was in them.

"Do they not provide the clothes?" I asked.

"Of course they do," Dana explained. "These are shoes."

"That's a lot of shoes..." the clueless husband (me) offered.

"I'm not sure what I'm wearing - color, fit - so I need choices."

Dropping that subject, I drove to the club and dropped her off at the lavish entrance. The plan was to go home, get dressed and ride with John, who was my host.

John picked me up 45 minutes later, dressed in his tux, as was I. It was only a fifteen-minute drive to the country club but we had time to talk.

"Tell me about this event," I asked him. "How long is it?"

"Two to three hours," he said. "Each woman models ten outfits - they start on a runway, then circulate through the tables so you can get a closer look. There's a catalog with all the outfits and some accessories, and order forms. I've done this twice before, so Joan knows to give me a sheet with all her sizes on it. Oh, and there are hors d'oeuvres and an open bar as well. After a few hours of open bar it can get a bit rowdy at the end."

"What kind of clothes are they modeling - Dana was a little vague on that?"

"Let's see if I can remember," John said, thinking for a minute. "They start with casual outfits, then go to more dressy things like cocktail dresses. Then I think they do evening gowns - yeah, because that's where the big ticket items are. Then they do swimsuits and finally evening wear."

"Evening wear?" I wondered.

"Nightgowns, negligees, shit like that," John explained. Suddenly my interest was piqued, and I wondered how risqué the nightgowns might be.

"What about the swimsuits?" I asked.

"The usual," John said. "Most are fairly modest, but there have been some bikinis and thong bottoms. Some of the models are pretty hot in them. Not sure how many get sold - with a few exceptions these guys' wives aren't exactly runway models."

'But mine could be,' I was thinking. Dana wouldn't be thrilled if the swimsuits or nightgowns were too revealing, but it would make my day!

"Should be interesting," I said. "I can't wait to see how Dana will do modeling."

John laughed. "As good looking as she is, she'll be fine."

We arrived at the same lavish entrance to the club where I had dropped Dana off and John turned his car over to a valet. Going into the club I was struck by the large entryway, done in white tile with high ceilings.

"Very nice," I commented.

"It's pretty impressive," John agreed. "Straight ahead is the main ballroom. We're headed over here to a smaller ballroom set up for the fashion show. If you go down the other side, there are offices and small meeting rooms. Anything golf related is at the back entrance of the club."

"I should probably tell you about the others at our table. One is Charles Ludlow, he's a senior partner like me. The other is Rodger Graham, as in Graham, Killman and McKenny. He's one of the founders of the firm and the Managing Partner."

"And I'm at his table - I'm honored."

"He's a good guy, you'll like him. Big guy too, about 6'4" and he keeps in shape. He used to play tight end in college and probably could have played pro if he hadn't gotten injured a lot. So he founded a law firm instead, not a bad outcome."

"Impressive," I said.

"Yeah, he's an impressive guy. He's a presence wherever he goes. Bit of a hound dog too, he likes his women. Consensus in the office is that he's bedded at least six of the partners' wives. Apparently, he has a horse-cock that some women can't say no to."

I laughed at this. "Maybe I should warn Dana, in case he likes her when he sees her."

"Laugh if you want," John told me. "But he gets what he wants, from what I hear. I'd watch out for him around your wife.

By then we were at the double doors leading into the "smaller" ballroom. The space was larger than the name implied and easily accommodated the twenty tables. There was a low runway going down the middle of the tables, starting at a door that I assumed led to the space the women would use as a dressing room. A bar on one side completed the scene and most of the men that had arrived were there getting drinks or chatting with each other.

"Let's get drinks, then we can head to our table," John suggested. We each got a drink, scotch for me, wine for John, and went to find our table. Charles was sitting there already and John introduced us.

"Is Rodger here yet?" John asked.

"He's around somewhere," Charles told him. "He'll be along - probably hustling up business with someone."

We chatted for a few minutes, comparing our backgrounds, until an attractive woman came out onto the runway.

"Gentlemen, if you'll please find your seats, our lovely models are almost ready to begin. Please be seated."

Rodger appeared a few moments later. He was everything John had described - a Tom Selleck type of guy, tall, handsome, about fifty years old. He looked every bit of his 6'4" height, and I felt small next to him even though I was only four inches shorter. John introduced us and we all sat down.

"I understand that your wife is one of the models," he said to me." I hope you both enjoy her doing this. I'm sure the charity appreciates it."

"I know I'll enjoy it," I told him. "I always enjoy when she puts herself out there; she's a beautiful lady who doesn't appreciate just how beautiful she is."

"Well, good luck to her," Rodger said.

Our conversation was cut short by the woman who had herded everyone to their seats.

"Good afternoon everyone and thank you for attending our sixth annual fashion show for charity. My name is Cynthia Breslow. We have a fantastic lineup of clothes to show you, and we hope you buy and buy often! As you know 20% of sales go to the charity and of course the clothes earn you the eternal gratitude of your wives or sweethearts."

"There are catalogs on your tables so you can follow along with the show and order forms. If you need help we have sales associates here who can guide you through sizes, color options and any other details."

"Let's start the show - the first two outfits our ladies will model are casual wear for around the house or a quick trip to town. Each model will model two outfits, first on the runway and then walking through your tables for a closer look. Please understand that they do not have time to visit with you because they need to change into their next outfits."

"Our first model is Patty, who is wearing...." The show began with casual outfits, shorts and different kinds of tops. Dana was the fifth model to come onto the runway.

"And here's Dana, one of our charity volunteer models, wearing a blue floral outfit made up of shorts and a halter top."

My wife looked amazing in the outfit! The scooped top was cut low enough that she showed a bit of cleavage, and the shorts were high on her legs. She was wearing heels, so with the high cut of the shorts her legs looked a mile long.

"Your wife is stunning, David," Rodger commented. "My compliments."

"Thank you. As I said, she doesn't understand how beautiful she is."

We watched Dana walk the length of the runway and back, then go down several steps to the floor and begin to circulate through the tables to give everyone a closer look at her outfit. When she came by our table, she gave me a brilliant smile, so I knew she was enjoying herself. I stood, and she stopped long enough for me to introduce Charles and Rodger.

"You look lovely in that outfit Dana," Rodger told her. "I think I'm going to buy my wife Samantha one in red."

"Wonderful!" Dana said. "Buy and buy often, the charity appreciates it. I have to run and change into my next outfit. Nice to meet both of you."

We watched as she rushed off. I was glad to see that she was enjoying herself and not stressed out about modeling in front of 80 men. Progress!