Title: She Wouldn't, Would She? Ch. 1.
Author: Charley Ace.
Email: CharleyAce@hotmail.com.
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(MF, Adultery?)
Since Peggy, my wife, gets off work about an hour later than I do, I
usually kill the hour at the local watering on Friday afternoons. One
particular Friday, as I was sipping on my usual beer, Ron, one of my
unmarried co-workers, came up to me. Apparently, everybody else had been
avoiding him, and with good reason, his reputation for boasting preceded
him.
"Hey, big guy, how's it goin?"
"OK, how are things with you?" As innocent sounding as my response was,
I knew that it was a mistake as soon as I said it. It was just the opening
he needed to begin boasting about his latest conquests. He wasn't bad
looking, in fact, he was a good-looking guy, and probably had done well
with the ladies. The thing was, everybody, including me, had long ago
gotten tired of listening to his bragging about his exploits, over and over
again. It was all he ever talked about.
"Well, let me tell you, things are just peachy. You know that new chick in Accounting? Well, last Wednesday, she and I..."
I decided that the honest, direct approach might get him to shut up,
"hold it Ron, I know you're quite a ladies man, but I'm tired of hearing
about your conquests. Can't we talk about something else?"
"Whoa, what's this? Do I detect a bit of skepticism, maybe envy, here?"
"No, just a bit of boredom, I really don't want to hear about who you
bedded and how many times, etc."
"Nah, I don't think you believe me, that's what it is. You think I'm
making all this up. How can I prove it to you?"
"You don't need to prove it to me, I believe you, I 'm just tired of
hearing about it, that's all."
I could see that he was offended and maybe that explains what came out
of his mouth next, "what if I were to tell you that I could fuck that
beautiful of yours, would you be interested in hearing about that?"
"That's not funny, just leave Peggy out of this. I don't have any
intention of getting into that kind of discussion with you."
"You would if I actually did it."
My blood began to boil, "look, unless you want to wind up on the floor
with a bloody nose, you'll change the fucking subject."
He persisted, even after my threat of bodily harm, "what's the matter,
don't you think I can do it? How about a friendly wager?"
"What kind of a wager?"
"I'll bet you $1000 that it won't take me any more than 2 weeks to get
into Peggy's pants."
I reacted angrily and grabbed him by the with my left hand, my
right hand made into a fist with my arm cocked as if to deliver a blow, and
told him, "look, you bastard, I said to lay off this talk about fucking my
wife, understand?"
The fear in his eyes told me that he had gotten the message, as I let go
of his shirt, he turned and walked away, leaving me alone at the bar.
Confident that I had heard the last of that particular subject, I ordered
my second beer, gulped it down and left.
I hadn't given that disgusting conversation another thought until I saw
him the next Friday. Once again, he came up to me at the bar. "Are you
calmed down enough to try and win that $1000?"
With my temperature on the rise, I replied, "look, I'll tell you this
for the last time, lay off that talk about my wife."
Since I hadn't threatened bodily harm, he persisted, "what if I told you
that I've already fucked her?"
Confident that he hadn't, I told him, in an unmistakably threatening
tone, "then I'd just have to maim you for life, maybe cut off your dick."
He chose to ignore the threat, "ha, ha, that's funny, but I could have,
you know."
I replied, in a more stern voice, "no, asshole, you couldn't have, now
just drop it before I drop you right here and now."
He heard the seriousness of my tone and saw the anger in my eyes, and
wisely decided to walk away while he still could. However, he had
succeeded in getting me so upset that I ordered a couple of shots of Jack
Daniel's, with a beer chaser, to calm my nerves. I downed them quickly,
and felt the effects just as quickly.
I was a bit tipsy and probably shouldn't have thought about driving
home, but as I turned to leave, Ron came up to me again, "you're missing an
opportunity to pick up an easy grand, are you afraid that you'd lose?"
That did it, the combination of the alcohol and his arrogant attitude
did me in, "OK, you bastard you're on, you have two weeks to do it. If you
can show me proof, I'll pay up, but you can't ever tell Peggy about this
wager, or I'll maim you for sure."
"You're on, big guy, but you can't tell her either, nor can you
interfere in any way."
I thought about it some and decided to add a few more conditions, "any
kind of mind altering substances, like alcohol or drugs, or techniques,
like hypnotism, are out."
"Hell, I don't need any of that stuff, with my macho charms, she'll be
under my 'fucking' spell before you know it. Heh, heh."
"Ok, smart ass, I'll meet you here two weeks from now to collect my
grand."
"Don't be so sure, my friend, you may not know your as well as you
think. She's a woman, and I'm the seducer of any and all women. Heh,
heh."
"Arrogant son-of-a-bitch," I muttered as I turned and walked out the
door. I immediately began to think about, and regret what I had just done.
'What would Peggy do to me if she found out? It was a stupid bet, I should
have known better, what a dip-shit I am.' He seemed so confident, I
wondered if he knew something about Peggy that I didn't.
Even though I regretted making the bet, I never doubted that I'd win.
Peggy and I had been for 7 years and were very happy together, sure
our sex life had dwindled somewhat, gotten a bit 'samo, samo,' but who's
hadn't? I loved her dearly and I knew that she felt the same about me, and
would never consider on me any more than I'd consider on
her.
I also knew, or thought I knew, that Ron barely knew Peggy, they had met
a couple of times at company functions, but had hardly talked. I
remembered telling Peggy what a ladies he thought he was and how he
continuously bragged about his conquests. She seemed intrigued, and told
me that he was very good looking, as if to lend credence to his bragging. I
also remember Ron coming up to me at work the Monday after meeting Peggy
for the first time, and telling me what a beauty she was.
More upsetting thoughts crept into my cranium, 'that bastard set me up,
he's probably been aching to get into her pants for a long time, and now he
has my approval. Besides, I can't afford to lose $1000! To hell with the
money, would I be able to handle it if she did fuck him?' I couldn't come
to grips with the down side of the situation, I could only hope that he'd
be unsuccessful. I became more than a little concerned, though.
I had one hell of a week, as all I could think about was what Ron might
be up to. I kept wondering if he had made any contact with Peggy. She
certainly hadn't said anything to me about talking to him, but would she?
The week dragged on, with me continually wondering about Ron and Peggy.
Friday finally arrived and I stopped in at the lounge, as usual, and saw
Ron on the opposite side of the bar. Every time I looked at him, he had an
'I know something that you don't' smirk on his face. I couldn't help but
wonder how far he had gotten, he certainly hadn't appeared to have lost any
of his confidence. I finished my usual two beers and turned toward the
door to leave when I almost fell over in astonishment. There stood my
beautiful wife, just inside the door.
She walked up to me, gave me a peck on the cheek, and said, "hi honey,
thought I'd surprise you by meeting you here tonight. Maybe we can get
something to eat here for a change, and stick around for the dance band.
What do you think?"
I was stunned, "I-I don't know, I think we should go someplace else."
"Why? Your friend Ron called me this afternoon at work and suggested
that I come over."
'No wonder that prick was smirking,' "what else did he suggest?"
"Oh, nothing much, he did say he'd be here, have you seen him?"
"Yes, but why do you care?"
"Well, he promised to buy me a drink, and I shouldn't turn down a free
drink, should I?"
"Yes, in this case..."
Just then, Ron appeared out of nowhere, "hello there beautiful! You
look ravishing tonight. For the life of me, I can't understand why a
beauty like you would tie yourself down to a guy like Harry here. He's
just not worthy of you."
"Maybe it's because he swept me off my feet," she said as she giggled.
'Yeah, right,' I thought to myself.
Ron bought both of us a drink, and invited himself to join us for dinner
and dancing afterward. I couldn't refuse because, as he reminded me, I'd
be violating the rules of the bet by interfering. He continued the
flattering comments, and kept feeding Peggy drinks. She was quite tipsy by
the time the band started playing. When Peggy took one of her trips to the
Ladies room, I reminded Ron that getting her drunk was not within the
rules.
"I hadn't planned on seducing her tonight, this was supposed to be the
preliminary to the main event. However, I'll bet you another grand that I
could do it tonight, and I'd even agree not to buy her any more drinks."
"No way, one bet's enough."
"Are you sure? Just think of the two grand you could have that you
don't have now. You're just not very sure of yourself, or Peggy, are you?"
"You're such an arrogant prick, OK, you're on."
Ron was beside himself with excitement, "all right! At midnight, you
need to disappear for 15 minutes, then come out to my van. You know my
van, right?"
"Yes, I know your van."
I'll leave the window rolled down part way and you can listen or peek in
for your proof."
"This is it, then, whether you succeed or fail, the entire two grand is
on the line tonight, right?"
"That's right," he smirked.
He was so goddamn confident, it pissed me off. I thought about it and
decided to back out of the second bet, "look, I take it back, I don't want
to make another bet, she's more than a bit tipsy and may not know what
she's doing."
"Oh ho, not so confidant now, are you? Well, a bet's a bet, and I'm not
letting you back out. I'm going to fuck her tonight whether we have a bet
or not."
"You do and you're minced meat." I paused, and reluctantly said, "OK,
I'll stick by my word, and the bet."
Ron and Peggy spent the better part of the next 2 hours on the dance
floor, with Ron getting progressively braver as time wore on. Peggy had
tried to get me up on the dance floor several times, but I had to make a
lame excuse about a sore ankle, as Ron smirked.
Peggy was enjoying Ron's attention much more than I thought she should
have been, she being a woman. In fact, due to the alcohol that she
had consumed and his constant flattery and attention, she eventually became
oblivious to my presence. I thought that she might have been upset with me
for not dancing with her, but I hadn't detected any glares or other
indications.
As midnight approached, I noticed Ron holding her closer and whispering
in her ear off and on. I could see her giggle some, then get a serious
look on her face, then giggle some more. I'll admit that I was very
concerned, even though she had had a chance to sober up a bit, as she
hadn't had any more alcohol to drink in more than 2 hours.
Before I knew it, I saw Ron wave at me, as if to tell me that it was
time to get lost. My heart began beating faster and I broke out in a cold
sweat. 'My God! This is it! Will she be able to resist? She damn well
better!'
I got up and headed toward the Men's room. As I entered, I looked at my
watch and noticed the time was exactly 11:55. I waited, fretted and paced
for 5 minutes with all kinds of horrible thoughts racing through my mind.
'Would she hold out and remain faithful to me? What would I do if she did
fuck him? Would I divorce her, or could I live with it? This was my
fault, I should have never made the bet. DAMN! What a fool I am!'
I couldn't wait the full 15 minutes, at exactly 12:00 midnight I made my
way out to the parking lot and began to look for Ron's van. I spotted it
on the far side of the lot. As I slowly approached the van, I heard
voices. I couldn't see anybody at first because they were on the opposite
side of the van, but I recognized the voices as belonging to Peggy and Ron.
I sneaked around, ducking behind the cars, to where I could see and hear
them.
I heard Peggy say, "Ron, I like you and I've had a great time, but I
can't do this, I'm married."
'Atta girl, honey, you tell him!' I silently encouraged her.
"Sure you are, and when it's all over you'll still be married. I'm not
asking you to leave him for me, just to enjoy a little fling, to let
yourself go and enjoy yourself for one brief, pleasure filled encounter."
"No, I really can't..." just then he pulled her close and kissed her,
passionately. She initially resisted for 10 or 20 seconds, but as he
persisted, she put her arms around his neck and pulled him to her.
'Damn it, Peggy! He's an asshole, can't you see that?' I became a
little more concerned.
I watched as he slowly, but deliberately, placed his right hand on her
left breast, he began massaging it masterfully through her dress and bra,
and she started groaning in response to his stimulation. She finally
pushed his hand away and broke away from him, "whew! That was nice, but I
told you before, I'm a woman."
He didn't give up, he pulled her close again, and again she didn't offer
much resistance. They were in a passionate lip lock when I noticed his
left hand grabbing her ass. He was massaging her tit with one hand and her
ass with the other and she was making these distinctly feminine pleasure
noises, like some combination of moans and sighs muffled by the lip lock. I
watched as he pulled her dress up and got his hand underneath. It looked
like he was trying to get a finger or two under her panties. I couldn't
believe my eyes as I saw her spread her legs to give him better access to
her pussy.
"Ohhh, God!" Peggy broke the kiss temporarily and moaned. I assumed his
finger had found its way into her fuck from behind. She was really
hot and thoroughly enjoying his stimulation. Her breathing became heavier
and she resumed the kissing, with even more passion than before.
'Damn! That bastard is getting to her!'
I continued to watch as he removed his hand from her and unzipped
her dress. She backed away from him long enough to let it fall off her
shoulders, down her arms, over her hips and onto the asphalt. She stepped
out of it, and he pulled her to him and they became joined at the mouth,
once again. There she stood, in bra and panties, passionately kissing the
son-of-a-bitch!
I continued to watch as he unclipped her bra, and again she moved back
far enough to allow him to remove it completely. I could clearly see the
erect nipples on those gorgeous mounds of hers, before he pulled her into
another passionate embrace. My loving was now practically nude, in a
public parking lot passionately kissing the biggest womanizer I knew.
'Damn, There's no way she can resist now!'
'Peggy, my dear, sweet, loving Peggy, what are you doing? Why was
I so stupid!'
I continued to watch as he expertly moved his head down to her chest,
and used his tongue to circle, and then flick, her nipples, first the
right, then the left. He tweaked the one he wasn't tonguing with his thumb
and forefinger, rolling and pulling it. Peggy was seemingly in another
world, one that contained only she and Ron. She held his head to her
breast with both hands, moaning loudly with sexual pleasure as he continued
to manipulate her nipples.
My mouth fell open as I watched her slip her right hand off his head and
under the waistband of her panties. She began to furiously finger her clit
and, within a minute or two, climaxed in a relatively quiet, but expressive
orgasm as she thrust her hips back and forth in a lewd fucking motion.
Her orgasm took Ron by surprise as he straightened up, stepped back a
pace and clumsily attempted to remove her panties. By this time, Peggy had
recovered from her orgasm and resisted his attempt. He chose not to
persist, but took her in his arms again and resumed his passionate kissing,
and she returned his kisses with as much passion as before.
At this point, I thought that she was a goner, and I gave some serious
thought to breaking it up and conceding the bet. I really didn't want him
to actually fuck her. I couldn't have handled that at all.
Just as I was about to make a move to break them up, I saw Ron break the
kiss again, and, this time, take Peggy's upper arm as if to lead her into
the van for the grand finale, the fuck-de-grace, so to speak.
I rose from my position and began moving toward them.
To be continued...
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