The Wager 

	Ash released the accelerator slowing down the sleek
powerful German import.  He glanced furtively into the
rear view mirror.

	"Why are you slowing down?" Veena asked?

	"Police," he said.

	The police cruiser effortlessly passed them on the
left.  Ash sighed audibly. 

	"Nervous?" Ash asked.

	"Don't talk about it," Veena responded.

	"Sorry," Ash said.  He flicked on the turn signal,
his feet heavy on the accelerator once again.

	"It's so windy.  Drive slower."  Veena said squirming
on the leather upholstery in her very short skirt.

	"I can handle it," Ash said.

	"Well you couldn't handle this," Veena said pointing
to her skirt.

	"We went over this a hundred times.  Let's not rehash
this," Ash said.  He kept his eyes steady on the road.

	"Rehash!  Damn sure I will rehash this stupidity of
yours every single day," Veena said.  "Look at me with
this stupid skirt.  Look at what I'm wearing, dressed
like a cheap whore."

	"Don't get all agitated now.  It is not going to do
any of us good,"  Ash said.  His knuckles turned white
gripping the steering wheel.

	"Slow down.  I want to hold on to my purity as long
as I can," Veena said.  She turned all the vents away
from her.

	"Cold?" Ash asked.

	"No, the air is going right into my pussy, thanks to
you." Veena pointed out.

	"I'm sorry honey, those were the instructions.  No
underwear." Ash said.  The needle on the speedometer
was touching eighty-five.

	"I'm only doing this to save your life.  After that
I'm gone," Veena said.  "Can you slow down?"


	The iron gates were massive and majestic.  The
mansion behind it and the long driveway leading to the
abode of one James Bedrosian was impressive to say the
least.  Under different circumstance, the couple from
Laguna Hills would have been highly impressed.

	James was all smiles today.  He seemed to be nothing
more than a gentle middle-aged man with graying
sideburns in a well coordinated track suit.  Ash knew
from experience that looks were deceiving.  He
unconsciously scratched at the healing knife cut on
the base of his thumb as he watched this powerful man
playing a most gracious host.

	"Gary is over seventy but believe me he still gets
affected by a young lass lifting up her skirt to
reveal herself," James chatted on.

	The study was a hexagonal shaped room with three of
the sides covered wall to wall and floor to ceiling
with richly bound hardcover books.  In the middle
stood an ornate mahogany desk where James placed his
genuine crocodile leather boot clad feet.  A fan
hanging down from the high ceiling lazily rotated not
helping to disperse the thick and aromatic cigar
smoke.  In his other hand he held a crystal glass
filled with aged scotch whiskey and two glittering ice
cubes.

	"Honestly now, was that enjoyable?" James continued
speaking to Veena.  "Exposing yourself.  I mean you
did it so quickly without a flicker of hesitation." 
James pointed the remote control towards the wall
console and the image of Veena lifting her short skirt
to the butler kept repeating itself as in a loop. 
"Now look at your husband's face just as Gary takes in
your shaved cunt.  Now that is what I call an
expression."

	"James, cut the bullshit.  You got my wife on a
platter.  Do your stuff so that we can get going," Ash
said.  His heartbeat had increased significantly.  Ash
hoped he could change the past.  How foolish could he
have been thinking that he could outsmart thugs like
James Bedrosian.

	"My, my.  I can't believe that this is the same
person that soiled himself just a week ago.  Weren't
you crying hysterically like a baby?" James said
puffing on his cigar.  "You can go when I say you can
go and that will be in the morning so make yourself
comfortable.  Gary will take you to his quarters. 
There's a comfortable couch there where all the
husbands spend the night."

	"Then get over with it," Ash said.  His voice was a
whimper.  The thought of his wife getting cozy with
the man wearing the impeccable boots was making him
queasy.  He wanted to sit down.

	"I promise you I will cherish the feeling of my cock
in her pussy," the powerful thug said.  In one swift
motion, James Bedrosian was on his feet.  He was
clearly half a foot taller than Ash.  Being older than
the combined age of the young couple, James definitely
had a leaner and stronger body.  The pronounced bulge
between James's legs gave Ash that realization that he
was no match in girth nor length to his adversary. 
What was worse, the man looked good.  Ash sensed that
his wife would not mind being intimate with this man.

	"Let's make ourselves comfortable," James said
pointing towards a well built antique leather sofa in
a dark burgundy hue.  James placed himself at one end
of the long sofa still nursing his potent drink.  Ash
sat tenderly not quite sure to accept the hospitality
in such a situation.  Veena kept standing exuding
sexuality in her short skirt and her bouncy braless
breasts poking proudly through her knit top.  "Sit
here on my lap darling," James said in a sweet
assuring voice.

	Veena's movements were of compliance and trust
towards this man.  She sat on his lap and nudged
herself into a comfortable position.  Ash realized
that his wife had made it easy for James to fondle
her.  Ash bit his lip hoping not to witness his wife
being touch inappropriately.  Veena looked at her
husband, her legs opened up and her short skirt rose.

	"Don't you think your wife is looking forward to this
new experience?" James pondered.  He sipped on his
scotch with relish and his other hand lazily caressed
her smooth thigh.

	"I very much doubt it will happen that way," Ash
said.  He searched his wife's face hoping to catch her
eye.  Veena fidgeted on the other man's lap looking
towards the bookshelf.

	"Excellent.  Then we should have a wager," James
said, his free hand underneath Veena's knit top.

	Repulsed by his wife being openly fondled and her
non-resistance to his exploratory hand, Ash
surprisingly felt his loins stirring.  "Sure, why
not," he retorted.  Ash felt he had nothing more to
lose.

	"Smart decision.  The odds could very well be in your
favor," James said.  He tweaked her nipple and to the
dismay of her husband she let out a moan.  "The result
of this wager is all up to your wife.  All she has to
do is lie and say that she didn't enjoy the damn good
fucking I'll give her and that she would never want to
come back.  Then you are all free from your
obligations."

	"What's the catch.  You are not that stupid," Ash
said.  He was hoping the powerful man wouldn't notice
his erection.

	James placed his drink aside and had both his hands
vigorously massaging Veena's well formed breasts.  She
couldn't help but squirm at the assault.  "There is no
catch.  I'm betting that your wife is a slut and that
you had no idea.  After tonight, I'm betting that
Veena here would want to get fucked by me for the next
eighteen months," James said.

	"Just to prove to me that Veena is a slut, you're
taking a chance to finish off our obligation in one
night?" Ash asked.

	"Yes it is that simple.  Here is your warm bodied
wife enjoying what I am doing to her hard nipples. 
I'm sure she is that same wife that never initiated
the sex in your marriage.  I am also sure that you
were her first and only man.  So you see after tonight
I'm betting she'll want more of what I can offer,"
James said.

	"What's in it for you.  What if my wife said that she
did enjoy," Ash said, appalled to see Veena in a
trance on this man's lap gyrating her torso as hands
mauled her sensitive breasts.

	"Well then besides just having her warm body on
Thursday nights for the next year and a half, she'll
also work for me.  She'll have to entertain my
important business associates to say it mildly," James
said.  Veena jumped off his lap not caring to cover
her exposed pussy due to her hitched up skirt.

	"Let's go right now, Mr. Bedrosian," Ash's wife spoke
trying to pull up the distinguished powerful man from
the sofa.  She couldn't explain it but she had never
felt a stronger urge between her legs before.

	"As you can see, I better get going," James said with
a wink.  He sprung up with a bounce in his legs like
he was still a teenager.  "Nothing makes me feel
younger than a hot horny wife."

	"Let me talk to my wife," Ash asked.  He stayed
seated.

	"You can do that after in the morning," James said. 
"Is the wager on?"

	"Yes," said the husband.


	Ash could not yet register the image of Veena walking
off with James to the bedroom.  Gary promptly arrived
on cue and took Ash to the butler's quarters which
seemed like a comfortable two bedroom apartment.  "I
hope you will be comfortable on the couch," Gary said
as he fiddled with the remote in front of the big
screen TV.  "This really helps, watching."

	"Who could watch TV at a time like this?" Ash
remarked but kept quiet when he realized that what the
screen was projecting was a clear crisp view of the
bed where his wife was going to experience her first
extra-marital affair.  There was no one in sight but
he could hear faint undiscernable conversations.

	"Would you like a beer or a cocktail?" asked the
butler dutifully.  Gary was methodically removing his
starched uniform as he awaited Ash's response.

	"Beer," answered Ash.  He could now hear the
unmistakeable giggling of his wife.  He couldn't
remember how long had it been since he heard that
excited tone from Veena.

	"Very well," Gary responded bringing Ash an ice cold
bottle. He had now changed into an ironed cotton plaid
matching pajamas.  "If you don't mind me saying so, I
find your wife very beautiful."

	Ash covered his face with his hands and said, "I have
lost her forever now."

	"Well you musn't think of it that way," the butler
commented.  He twisted off a beer bottle for himself
and gulped down the cold liquid.

	When Veena appeared on the screen she was topless
with just her skirt and high heels.  Even Ash had to
admit that she looked deliciously slutty.  "Oh, what
did I do!  What did I do!" Ash said, his beer
precariously trembling in his hand.

	Veena had those little pouty breasts with nipples
pointing upwards.  No man could have resisted sucking
on them and James was ravishing on those beauties. 
Veena was in ecstacy.

	"Are you alright?," the butler asked the husband.

	Ash had curled himself and was sobbing.  Gary knew
from experience that it would take the husband some
time to getting used to their new reality.  Like the
others, Gary could see that Veena would be enthralled
by his employer's hardened and impressive tool.  Like
a child opening presents on Christmas morning, Veena
held and studied the large throbbing instrument.  She
wet her lips eager to feel his manhood in her mouth.

	"I have to throw up," Ash said.  He got up
unsteadily.

	"Right there," Gary pointed out the bathroom.  As the
butler heard the gut wrenching sounds from the bowled
over husband, he enjoyed the sight of the beautiful
Veena playfully nibbling at the scrotum.  Gary knew he
would be poking Veena a dozen times during the course
of the agreement courtesy of his employer's
magnanimity.  The wives were always good about it
figuring there was no point in disobeying James.  Most
were pleasantly surprised that he could make them
come.

	"Thank you," Ash said as he stepped out of the
bathroom.  He stared silently into the large screen
watching his wife enthusiastically blow the powerful
man's manhood.

	"She's got talent, I'd say," Gary said.  The butler
knew he was particularly going to enjoy this one.

	Ash looked defeated.  He stared blankly unable to
fathom the pain and humiliation.

	Gary knew that during most of the night the bodies
would be cuddling each other like lovers.  But for now
he was waiting for the taking, the first time Veena
would have another man's rod inside her.  It was
usually the moment of truth.  These women have no idea
about that initial penetration and how they are joined
into the sisterhood of sluts after that.  Gary knew
that Ash had no chance after that.

	"There's no stopping now," Gary said more to himself.
 James was standing, his manhood proud and strong. 
Veena was on her back with only her high heels her leg
spread open.  Would Veena squeal in delight?  Ash
looked on.  Wasn't it better if the husbands just went
to sleep instead of torturing themselves?  Deliberate
and slow, the labia pulled itself apart to allow the
pulsating organ its rightful entrance.  Gary wondered
if Ash noticed how beautiful his wife looked at this
moment.  How majestic the act itself was and how her
legs curled around his strong legs.  Ash could not
look away for his own sake.

	"I think that's enough," Gary said picking up the
remote.

	"No! Don't!" Ash said.  His eyes did not waiver from
the action on the screen.

	"Well, then," the butler responded.  He carefully put
the remote back on the coffee table.  "If you need me,
I'm in my room.  You really don't want to see more."

	"What do you mean?" Ash said just taking his eyes a
second off the screen.

	"It always happens.  They'll cuddle.  Go to sleep. 
Then your wife will get up and wake up Mr. James.  She
will start to initiate sex and you don't want to see
that," the butler narrated.

	"My wife will never do that," Ash said defiantly.

	"Well I hope so for your sake," Gary said.

	When dawn broke, Gary was already back into his
impeccable uniform.  He efficiently tidied up the
place careful not to disturb the apparently exhausted
and snoring husband.  The cook had already prepared
breakfast and Gary was summoned to bring the platter
of freshly cut fruits, soy milk, toast and cereal to
the spectacular master bedroom presently occupied by
his employer and the young hopefully scantily dressed
wife of Mr. Ash.  Gary knew of nothing more refreshing
that the sight of a freshly fucked wife and the raw
sexuality that emanated from their demeanor.

	The butler walked unannounced into the grand bedroom
passing over the opulent Persian rug towards the super
large bed presently occupied by James and Veena.  The
silk sheets covered the couple below the waist but
Gary still got an eyeful of her wondrous breasts. 
Gary liked that the wife wasn't concerned to hide her
modesty, a true sign of a slut.  "I hope you had a
wonderful evening," Gary said.  He placed their
respective breakfasts on a bed tray over their sheet
covered laps.  Gary had an eyeful of the brown and
proud nipples resting just a feet away from his eyes.

	"An excellent evening, thank you," Mr. Bedrosian
replied.  He methodically chewed a spoonful of
cornflakes saturated with soy milk.

	Gary removed himself efficiently from the room.  He
walked back to his quarters to find Ash disheveled and
woken up.  Ash was staring at his wife and James
enjoying their breakfast.

	"You....you were in there," Ash said.  He ran his
hands through his thick black hair.

	"What outstanding mammaries she has?" Gary said with
a twinkle in his eyes.

	"Was she OK?" asked Ash.

	"I think she is very happy and satisfied," replied
the butler.  He picked up a cushion from the floor and
put it back in its place.

	"It's all an act.  My wife is very good at fooling
people.  Inside she is dying from the humiliation and
pain," Ash said getting up to relieve himself.

	"Did you watch the whole night?" Gary asked.  He
straightened out the Architectural Digest on the
coffee table.

	After he emerged from the bathroom, he said, "Yes,
most of it."

	"So later on, did she initiate sex?" asked the
butler.

	"I don't know if you could say it that way,"
responded the husband.

	"It is a simple yes or no question," the butler said.
 He sprayed a strong wood cleaner on his coffee table.

	"Well, yes in a way," Ash admitted.  "I think she
just wanted to impress Mr. Bedrosian."

	"Ah, but she still did it when she didn't have to,"
Gary said.  He deftly swiped the surfaces with a
feather duster.  "Anyway why don't you freshen up. 
The time for truth is soon upon us."


	Veena entered the study two steps behind the
refreshed Mr. James Bedrosian.  The mood inside the
hexagonal room was calm and serene in the morning. 
Ash was already waiting there studying the opulence of
the room.  She was not wearing the clothes with which
she had arrived the night before.  Her new master had
adorned her with a denim sundress.  Underneath she
wore comfortable pink cotton thongs and a matching
bra.

	"Did you rest well?" James asked the husband.  Veena
nudged her body next to her new owner.

	"Bastard," growled Ash.  "You are an evil man.  Why
do you destroy people's lives?"

	"You destroyed your own life young man.  Well
actually your own greed put you here.  If you want
someone to blame, then blame yourself," James said.

	"Veena, get away from that man," Ash commanded.  His
voice was more shrill-like than forceful.

	Veena remained where she was, holding on to Mr.
Bedrosian's arm.  "How dare you talk to me like that. 
After all I have done for you.  It is your stupidity
that got me in the arm of this man.  Now is your time
to pay up," the wife said.

	"Ok so the damage is done now.  Come to me now so we
can finish up this unfortunate episode," Ash said
putting his hand out to his wife.

	"No, the episode is not over.  I have become a slut
and nothing can change that," Veena said.

	"You are not a slut. This is just an unfortunate
situation which we can now put behind us.  Don't be
stupid.  We can be done with our obligation.  Let's
start our life anew," Ash said.

	Veena for a moment let go of James's arm but just for
a moment.  With renewed vigor she held on to it again.
 "Sorry.  I can't.  There is a fire burning inside me
and I don't want to lose it," she said.

	"Are you nuts!  How can you throw your life away
after just one night," Ash said.  A pleasant mix of
cigars and wood cleaners drifted into his nostrils
forever associating the aroma with his wife's
betrayal.

	"I can't give this up.  It is so wonderful to feel
something here," Veena said pointing to her crotch. 
"I want nothing more than to serve James and to allow
any man he wishes to have me.  I have never felt so
whole in my life."

	"What would you do a week from now when you will
realize what a mistake you have made.  There will be
no turning back then," Ash said to his wife as he
watch the smug look on James's face.

	"You don't have to worry about that," Veena said
looking lovingly at James.  "I'll be fine."

	"That seems to be settled," James said.  "You can
take your wife home now.  Bring her back tomorrow at
around six in the evening.  I have some guests to
entertain."  James signalled Gary to take the couple
back to their car and turned around to leave the
study.

	"Wait a minute!  My wife hasn't made her decision
yet," said the husband.

	James turned around at the door.  "Why do you wish to
humiliate yourself.  The writing is on the wall. 
Accept it and get on with your life," James said in a
manner of explaining a child something so obvious.

	"Veena has to tell us what is her decision, whether
she wants to lead a normal, safe and happy life or
forever throw herself into this dark dangerous world
of being an owned soul," Ash said.  He stood his
ground legs apart.

	Veena decided to keep quiet for there was no reason
to spell out her decision.  She felt sad for her
husband still trying valiently to save their
relationship.  Life isn't fair and Ash better learn to
live with that.  How could she explain that from the
moment she wore the tiny skirt sans panties last
evening she felt something.  The closest word to that
feeling was power.  When the butler explained she had
to expose her shaved mound her heart had sprung to
life.  There was no hesitation, only the thrill.  She
walked with her husband to their car her mind
anticipating her future.  There was no greater joy
than being used by men.

	
The End