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The Wager

Date: 10/19/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: BradCarpenter, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

areolae, the stiff erections of her nipples. Even the ridges of her kneecaps broke the smoothness of the silk. Bill’s eyes, however, quickly zeroed-in a bit higher. Every one of Sally’s pubic hairs created a raised squiggle in the silk. Her body was totally obscured but every part demanded attention. He found the gown so much sexier than nudity. It did him in. After the valiant struggle all day, Willie went to full attention and Bill felt the final perforations on the stamps burst. "I can tell you’re really glad to see me. Drop those trousers and let’s see how the bet is going." He loosened his belt and slid his pants and the silk boxers to his knees. The stamps fluttered to the floor like an autumn leaf. "I guess I lose, but you cheated." "I didn’t cheat. I just gave you a few sexy thoughts. But the bet never was about your thoughts, just about your pecker. Time to claim my prize. At first I thought it would be fun to make you clean the bathroom. Then I realized that it wouldn’t be in the spirit of the bet. After all, it should be about making me feel good more than about making you feel bad. So, we are going to begin my feel good evening with you taking me to dinner at the Melting Pot. You never took me there because you said it was too girlie. Now put your pants back on and let’s start my special evening." Dinner at the Melting Pot was not at all what Bill expected. Sure, the appetizer was bread dipped in melted cheese, but the main course…. Raw meat and raw seafood ... skewered on a fork and plunged into boiling liquid. This was as manly as grilling and almost as much fun as cooking live lobsters. The place had a respectable wine list too. Dessert was really nice. Bill loved chocolate, and dessert was fruit and cake dipped into melted chocolate. He had such a good time he almost forgot that he was doing it for Sally. As they left the restaurant, Sally said. "Take me home and show me how much you love me." Exactly what Bill had in mind as he piloted the Camry home. * * * Sally’s naked body always inspired Bill with awe and lust. Naked she was, and he was licking the lower curve of her left breast. Every lick was in the direction of the nipple and each ended near, but not touching, it. Slowly, he worked around the circumference until every beautiful inch of her enticing orb glistened with a fine coating of saliva, except the now perfectly erect nipple and its tiny goose bumps. Sally did not say a word; she let her body do the talking. She squirmed and twisted, trying and trying to push her nipple into his tongue. She lifted her back, twisted her torso, and jammed her breast at his face. He was certain she needed that nipple sucked now! So, he moved to the right breast and did it all over again. Soon, both breasts were glistening, both nipples were straining, and Bill was moving back and forth between them trying to keep Sally from knowing where his tongue would be next. Time to move on he thought. He put his fingers to work lightly stroking in ...