The Bet

Author's Note: not too many people liked this story the first time around and I am pretty sure not too many people would like the second chapter. But I like this story and there are some out there that do.

Warning: Everything I write, or have written has been copyrighted. Thanks for reading.

"So let me get this straight, you are trying to make your husband cheat, so you guys can get separated."

"No, divorced."

"Oh honestly Treasure that has got to be the craziest thing I have ever heard of. I mean most women would be pissed if their husbands cheat on them, but not you. Why would you want that?"

"Because Jenna, he is going to cheat on me regardless I just figured I would have fun in the process by making a bet with Raelynn."

"Raelynn, oh God not that crazy bitch."

"Why is everybody so against Rae. She's a pretty cool person once you get to know her."

"Yeah. Right. So what type of woman do you think is your husband's type?"

"Tall, blonde, young, and extremely naïve. I was actually trying to find a cute young housekeeper or gardener while I am away on a business trip to take care of the house."

"Oh my God you are truly silly girl." At that comment Treasure did nothing but give a shrug.

~*~*~*~*~*

Treasure sat at the vanity set oiling down her smooth dark chocolate legs. She would always spend extra time on her legs because they were her favorite body part, and the favorite body part of others as well. She got complimented on them daily people always said how beautiful they were.

Although being 5-foot-6 she had long gorgeous legs that would put most models to shame. Once she was done oiling down her legs, she went to the closet to retrieve her favorite black leather six inch stiletto heels. She loved these heels because they really made her feel sexy.

She loved the they made her legs look, she loved the fact that every time she wore them out she and her heels turned heads. She loved that every time she wore these shoes she would get all hot and bothered, which she was right now.

Going into her underwear draw she pulled out her favorite vibrator, Chrome the Dragon. With a big smile on her face she did her little sexy walk to the bed and lay down. With the bed facing the vanity set mirror Treasure was able to watch herself masturbate in the mirror.

She liked what she saw. Dark smooth healthy looking skin and thick dreaded hair that came to the middle of her back. Warm dark eyes that were fanned with long eye lashes, chubby cheeks that didn't go with her slim body but it suited her anyhow, full beautiful lips and a cute button nose that her husband always grabbed saying 'I got your nose' which really pissed her off.

Watching herself in the mirror she leaned back a little and started to caress her breasts. She loved her breasts although they were small maybe about a nice B cup. She still loved touching them herself whenever she got the chance. She loving massaged her breasts until her nipples became hard little pebbles.

She continue stroke until she felt the familiar feeling down in her belly. She then brought dragon towards her breast and let the vibrator do it's magic while she played with her clit. The added feeling of playing with her clit stirred a stronger warmer feeling inside of her that was becoming hard to ignore.

She switched dragon toward her left breast and started stroking her clit harder. Once she felt like she was on edge she finally descended the dragon down to her nether regions and slightly pushed in. The feeling was exhilarating and the reflection that stared back at her spoke a thousand words.

Glazed over eyes stared back at her. Her slightly parted mouth let out sweet sexy little moans that drive her pleasure harder to the ground. She was so caught up in her own self that she failed to realize that Samson was peaking around the corner watching his wife masturbate in the mirror.

The way he was standing, and the way the bed and mirror faced each other was a pretty good spot for him to watch in amazement as his wife pleasured herself. It seemed so weird that she would rather pleasure herself than to let him pleasure her. Whenever they would have intercourse she would just give him a blow job. Although she was fucking great at it, and he had many mind numbing orgasms from it he would sometimes like to return the favor, but she wouldn't let him.

She would just him the best oral sex he ever had, and she would go back to whatever it was that she was doing at the time. He had always wondered why she wouldn't let him touch her, or let him give her the same pleasure she did him. He just chalked it up to her not being in the mood for penetration.

Now he was caught in the scene as his wife pleasured herself without his help at all. He could sense that she was almost close to cumming. She had her eyes close now as she was on the verge of having an orgasm, and it was at that moment he decided to sneak in.

With ease he crept into the room, she was so in tune with herself that she didn't know that he had entered the room. While she was still thrusting the vibrator in and out of herself with hand, and her other rubbing and pinching her breast, sweet bliss was on its way.

He tip toed over to the right side of the bed being unnoticed and then forward to touch her breast. When he lightly lets fingers touched her left breast, she became tense as the sudden orgasm claimed her and her eyes shoot wide open staring at the face of husband. She wanted to yell out his name telling him to get the fuck away but that came out was a piercing scream.

Ripple after ripple of pure bliss washed over her as she watched her husband enjoy the show she had just put on. Once she finally calmed down, she noticed that her husband was sporting a huge hard-on. Then she frowned.

"Why the in hell are you watching me masturbate? When the fuck did you get in?" she said trying to catch her breath.

Her reaction surprised him.

"I just got in from a long day at work and I heard some sweet noises coming from upstairs and I got curious. Why would you rather bring yourself pleasure and not let me touch you?" he asked with a frown on his face.

"Why is it a problem? Don't you always get off on the oral sex I give you? I thought I was giving my all to you and apparently that's not enough." She started covering herself.

"Why is it such a huge problem with me touching you? Why is it that you can only give me blow jobs and I can't do the same for you? Are you afraid that you won't give you same pleasure as you gave me?"

"You know you men can be really confusing. I thought giving you the best oral sex of your life would be enough for you, but no, you have to have more from me. And another thing why are you bringing this up now?"

"Because this is the first time I have ever seen you go into an orgasmic state and I am not the cause of it. What's the problem sweetie? Is it something I have done or won't do? Why is it that in the five months we have been married we only had oral sex, and now I caught you with a toy bringing yourself to a climax?"

"Because you might not know how to satisfy me the way I want to."

"How would I ever know if won't let me in, talk to me, tell me what should I do. You are my wife you should be able to tell me things I need to know."

She sat there for a minute and then turned around to stare at him. He had a look of pure confusion and anger as he stared back at her. She always thought if you gave a man something really great he wouldn't ask more from you, but she guessed she was wrong. She decided she needed to cut this conversation short now.

"You know what I am very tired. Can we just forget this and go to bed?"

With a disappointed sigh Samson had no other choice but to let the subject go. "Yeah I guess we could." With no other words Samson went into the bathroom to prepare for bed.

Once the bathroom door was closed Treasure felt a pang of guilt in the pit of her stomach when she saw the look on her husband's face. She never thought it was that important that she wouldn't let him return the favor, but apparently it was important to him.

Shaking the thought out of her head she turned to her left side facing wall so she wouldn't be facing Samson. When the bathroom door opened she feel how tense he was as he marched over to the bed. With no words he got under the covers and went to sleep facing her back. For a while Treasure could have sworn that he was staring daggers at her back.

It took a while for her finally fall asleep, but when she did it was restless.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Wow you taste good. I would never have guessed that black pussy would taste this good. I could stay down here for hours."

"OOhhh are you sure this is your first time eating a pussy, because you seem like a pro at it." Raelynn said to the pretty Asian below her.

Her name was Jessica Wong and she applying for a job at Fem Bitch. The moment she walked through the door of her office there was an instant attraction towards the girl. And she knew that Jessica felt the same way. They were flirting throughout the interview. Raelynn knew it was wrong but she couldn't help herself she liked this girl, and the girl liked her, and plus she was the boss.

Now they were back at her place sipping on wine, and having a great rump in the sack. It all started out with Raelynn going down on Jessica. Then once Jessica climaxed it was her turn to go down Raelynn. And when Rae came she just laid while Jessica continue to lick her. That girl really liked the vayjayjay.

Although she had her fun, Raelynn couldn't take another orgasm. "Hey can you please get up. I don't think I can have another roller coaster ride after the one you just gave me."

"Sure." The girl hoped up on the bed next to Raelynn and just stared at her. Jessica couldn't help but to smile at her potential new lover. She was so excited that she can finally come out as a bisexual, and the simple fact her new boss was the first girl she hooked up with.

"Miss Washington may I say how good it feels to finally be able to explore my sexuality without consequences. I am so excited to be working with you, and so very happy that now I can confine into someone that understands me."

Rae looked over to the girl surprised that they just met today and she was already pouring out her heart to her. She was not ready for a relationship anytime soon. With thoughts running through her head on how to end this situation pretty soon before it gets ugly, she put on her best business woman smile, and said kind words to her.

"I am glad that you feel this way Jessica. And as a young woman you should explore your options more frequently. You are twenty years old the world is in your hands you can do whatever you want, and whoever you want. Ok sweetie." Rae put an extra sweetness to her voice.

"Ok." Jessica had a feeling that she would like this woman from the get go. She was smart, skinny, a successful woman of color that she could look up to. Not only that, she was pretty fucking hot.

Jessica couldn't wait to start working for her at the magazine. It would be amazing.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Oh my God those evil bitches can't do that. How could those evil bitches do that? They were my clients first." Treasure heard Raelynn shouting over the phone.

"You know what, let them bitches go then ok. I don't have time to deal with this shit anymore." She hung up the phone with vehemence. Treasure had never seen her this upset before.

"Hey what's wrong?"

Raelynn looked over to Treasure standing in the door way. "Some assholes from Fatal magazine stole our top two clients, now I am in a big fucking hole." She said grabbing the bridge of her nose.

If Raelynn would have known that running a magazine would this stressful she would have decline Susan's offer in the first place. Running a magazine can be hard work sometimes, and other times it can be very fun, but right now Raelynn was having a very hard time. She needed a massage ASAP.

"So what are you going to do about it?"

"There's nothing I can do about it. They chose to go over there and there's nothing else I can do about it, but go and get a massage." She looked over to the clock on the wall. Within ten minutes she was able to leave her troubles behind, and let them be wash away with a glass of chardonnay.

Treasure stood there staring at her friend, and a thought of concern went through her head. She was worried about Rae.

Not wanting to talk about her work anymore she asked Treasure about her life. "How are things going at home with your hubby? Are you still interested in this bet? Because we can call it quits right now."

"Hell no. This thing is still on. Why did you ask? Are you trying to back out now?"

"Don't know, just asking out of curiosity. The few times I met him he seemed really sweet, but that was only the few times."

Rae's office alarm clock went off. It was time to go. "Hey I am heading over to the spa, want to join me?"

"No I am going to head on home and relax a little, and think things through. See you Monday."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Treasure was sitting in the living room when she heard Samson coming in the house. He walked towards the couch with determination in his eyes.

"We need to talk."

"Ok. About what?"

"About us. Hell, we mainly need to talk about you."

Treasure looked up surprised at his statement. "Me? What about me?"

"Do you even like me Treasure?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"A simple question, really do you even like me?"

"Yeah I mean I guess. Where the hell did this come from?"

"Well it sure in the hell didn't come out of nowhere. You have been cold and distant to me ever since we got married and it's not fair that every time I ask you what's wrong, you just brush it off like it's nothing."

"Oh my fucking God I can't believe we are having this conversation."

"Well believe it honey. I am tired of you giving me the cold shoulder, especially when it comes to sex. I should not have to beg you to let me touch you once in a while. I should not have to feel like it's something about me that repulses you so much, so what is it?"

"Oh my fucking God can we please just drop this subject. I really don't want to talk about it. You are making me angry."

"Holy fuck. How can I be the one to make you angry, when you are the one that has been nothing but a complete bitch. All I am asking is why I can't touch you once in a while."

"Why is it so freaking important Samson? So what if I like to get off by myself, what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is the fact that you are not willing to give me something more than a daily blow job. We have been married for five months now, and the only sexual activity we have is you giving me a bj, without me touching you. I would like for once to be inside of you as you come to a climax, smile and relish the fact that I was the one who gave it to you. I want you watch you glow as you come back down from the magnificent pleasure that I can give you."

Just him mentioning trying to pleasure her but knowing she won't allow it had further made him more heated and not in a good way.

Treasure glared at him. But he was glaring back at her, too.

"So is that why you are pissed at me, because you are jealous that I take my own pleasure in my own hands. Wow Samson you have sunk to an all new low, you being jealous of me taking my own pleasure."

"It's not about you taking your own pleasure Treasure. It's about you being open with me, letting me in, trusting me, sharing yourself with me. It's not only about sex, it's about you and your issues here, and you guarding yourself every time we are around each other. It's about you not letting me give you the same pleasure you gave me because you are repulsed by my touch. You weren't like this while we were dating Treasure, hell if I would have known that you would do a whole 180 on me I would have thought twice about marrying you."

Samson eyes widen in shock as the words had already left his lips. He wanted so badly to take them back but Treasure was already on his tail.

"Ohhhhhh, I get it now, you want a little sex kitten that hops on your cock every time you walk through the door huh?"

"That's not what...."

"No that 's exactly what you are talking about Sam. You want some young energetic barely legal sex pot that you can just fuck whenever you feel like it. Apparently me giving you the best bj's you will ever come across is not good enough for you, you just have to have more don't ya? So I guess now that I old am an old tired cow that you want some new meat is that it, Sam?"

"Look if you just shut up for one minute and let me explain myself, you will--."

"NO SAMSON. You are the one that needs to shut up and let me talk. Do you honestly think that I love blowing you almost every other night hmmm? Do you?"

Samson was not only angry now, but shocked as well. He had always thought Treasure done the things she did was because she loved doing it, not because it was her duty. His mother always told him whenever a wife does something for her man as a duty rather than out of an act of the love she has for him or because she wants to, then they will have a rocky relationship.

Now it pained him that Treasure was only giving him oral sex because she thought it was her duty, and not because she wanted to.

"Well fuck, if that's the case, I don't want to be in jail for sexually assaulting you. You are a confused bitch. If sucking my dick disgusts you so bad then don't do it, you don't have a fucking obligation to me." Samson was now halfway yelling at her.

"You were right I should have never started this conversation in the first place. I am sorry that I bothered you from your ice queeness tonight. Goodnight I am going to sleep in the spare bedroom, and use my hand as a pussy. See you in the morning."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Rae you are one crazy bitch you know that?"

The woman asking that question had been one of Raelyyn's good friends since college. Although, Rae wouldn't call her the best of friends like her and Treasure, but they were still good friends.

Raelynn looked up at Tasha and smiled. Raelynn have never had a problem being called a bitch actually she liked the fact that people thought she was a bitch, because to her knowledge people would not cross her. With a slight smile she responded to her friend.

"Now Tasha why would you think that of me so early in the morning?"

"Because, although you are a crazy bitch, you are a right on crazy bitch."

Raelynn just looked at her friend, confused at what she was saying.

Tasha sat there, took a deep breath and exhaled, letting all her emotions pour out. "You were right about my husband Donald. I found him cheating on me with another woman, a younger woman at that."

"Oh my God, are you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I was just pissed off that at first I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, but when I got this gut feeling that he was two timing me. I couldn't help but to go with what you were saying from the beginning."

"Mm-hm keep going. I know this is painful but please let out all your misery. It's good for your soul."

"I have noticed changes in his behavior one day when he came home from work late. It was around two a.m. and had this stupid smiling look on his face as he stumbled in drunk. He stunk of perfume, liquor, and cigarettes. When I asked where he had been he just laughed in my face telling me not to worry about it, and went upstairs to go to sleep."

"The following day when I was doing laundry I found lipstick marks on the back of his collared business shirt. I never brought it up because I knew he would only just lie to my face about it."

"Oh honey that's awful."

"Wait there's more. So one day when I was out shopping at the mall I went into this new clothing store called Desire, and I saw my sister-in-law working there and she told me that she saw my husband there with a girl with blond hair that looked to be about eighteen. She said they went on this extravagant shopping spree buying lingerie, beautiful dresses, designer jeans, and jewelry." Tasha felt the pain she tried to suppress for so long rise up again.