I thought sure the Packers would beat Detroit on their Thanksgiving Day game. As confident as I was, hubbyâs best buddy Sean was equally positive that Detroit would win the day. Just before the game started, Sean and I entered into a heated debate as to who would be victorious in the end. If you would have closed your eyes, you would have thought us to be two 10 year-olds, that was, until, Sean pulled five crisp one-hundred dollar bills out of his wallet and laid them down on the kitchen table.
I looked over at hubby and knew that there was no way I could match that bet, intriguing though it may be. After all, I knew the Cheese-Heads would prevail. Sean snickered at me as I hesitated to respond, âTell you whatâ, he said, âIf you win, you get my $500, if I win, I get you for two hours to do with whatever I choose.â
Again, I looked over at hubby, who was now sporting an evil grin, âOnly if I get to watchâ, he said, looking first at me, and then at Sean. I had no idea what Sean was about, at least as it pertained to his kinks. I must admit that I had fantasized about having sex with him over the years, but the opportunity never seemed to present itself. Taking a deep breath, I agreed to the bet. After all, I really wasnât worried about who was going to win, and that $500 would come in handy for the holidays.
For the first three quarters, neither team seemed to be performing exceptionally well, but my Packers were ahead by a few points, so my confidence stayed intact. Unfortunately, the fourth quarter turned out to be a nightmare. No matter what the Packers tried, Detroit would hammer them back, make them cough-up the ball, then capitalize on the turnover with a field goal. I held out down to the last minute of the game, when the Packers, once again, surrendered the ball back to Detroit to end the game.
Sean promptly gathered up his $500 off the table and matter-of-factly told me to get my clothes off. âWhat do you have in mind?â I asked, to which he said that I would soon find out.
As I began unbuttoning my blouse, I watched hubby open a couple more bottles of beer for he and Sean. There was no doubt hubby was going to enjoy this show, whatever it turned out to be. I was thankful that I had enjoyed a few beers myself during the game, as paying off this bet might be tough to do stone cold sober.
The boys clearly enjoyed watching me disrobe, and I must admit that I was pretty turned on as well. I took my time getting my clothes off, wanting to burn up as much of Seanâs two hours as possible.
Standing in front of Sean and hubby, wearing nothing but a smile, I could see that the sight of my plush red bush, more-than-perky 36c titties, and slightly sloppy ass, were having an affect on the guys. Both of them were sporting bulges under their jeans as they leered at me.
After sending hubby on a âmissionâ that took him to the garage, Sean directed me to climb up on the dining room table and lye on my back. Hubby was back in a few moments; his hands filled with a bunch of old clothes line that had been looped over a nail in the garage since last summer.
Sean produced a pillow from the couch and told me to tuck it under my hips, then slide down so that my now elevated hips were right on the edge of the table. Remarkably practiced, Sean quickly bound my wrists together, and then pulled them over my head towards the far end of the table. As he cinched down the cord, I could feel my arms stretched back over my head, almost to a point that I started to slide back across the tabletop. With my hands and arms immobilized, Sean made a few loops around each ankle, and then secured the running end of the rope under the table.
Bound this way, I was somewhat arched across the tabletop, with my legs spread and pussy exposed. But Sean wasnât finished yet. Next, he took a few loops around my right leg at the knee, and then looped the rope under the table coming up on the other side, tying the running end of the rope to my left leg at the knee. Pushing down and out on each leg, he cinched down on the rope until my legs were as spread as my body would permit.
There was no way I could move or break free from my bindings. My red haired pussy was exposed and wet from the erotic feeling of both helplessness, and excitement for what was to come.
I asked Sean what he planned to do, and this time he told me. He said that, during the next ninety minutes, he was going to take lots of erotic photos of me and immediately post them on the Internet. Smiling, he said that he had to get it all done and posted before the two-hours were up, so he wouldnât have time to disguise my face.