A Loving Wife's Little Wager

"Fuck that was so good! If the bitches in this town knew how well you ate pussy, I may never see you again." Myra said, looking lovingly down to where her husband lay prone, and panting between her legs.

"Well you certainly don't have to worry about me cheating on you. Not only can't I fathom doing anything to lose you, its not like there's a robust queue of ladies looking for a 51-year old bald dude who's, at minimum, 30 pounds overweight." Dan said with a wholehearted, yet wheezing laugh befitting the near half an hour he had just spent licking, sucking, probing, and even lightly spanking his wife's pussy, leading to her giant orgasm.

Dan's response had been honest, perhaps a bit too honest, and a tiny ember leapt to life in Myra's brain. As Dan rolled off the bed and staggered to the bathroom, she watched as he walked. It certainly wasn't a full 30 pounds, she thought. Dan had always been a big guy, nearly a foot taller than Myra's 5'3", and after playing offensive line in high school, he had gotten down to around 200 pounds in college.

Naturally as the years wore on, Dan had gained a bit of weight, but Myra still thought he looked impossibly sexy, especially when dressed. Even naked, his belly seemed sexy, very on-trend for the "dad bod" movement. It almost made her mad, because she thought he probably looked better at 230 to 235 pounds than she did after adding five or ten pounds to the 115 she had been when they met in college.

Unlike her sister, Lucie - who had a similar body to hers prior to having three kids in five years - Myra and Dan had chosen to forego having kids to instead focus on their own desires. Lucie had once called Myra 'spoiled and immature" for going ahead with a planned vacation that overlapped her oldest kid's graduation. Neither Myra or Dan could remember all their aunts and uncles being at their high school graduations, so neither of them thought it was all that odd to miss it.

Their chosen childless lifestyle seemed to chafe a lot of people for some reason. When Myra had talked with coworkers about doing a "Tough Mudder" race on the weekend of her 50th birthday one of the ladies had said that she wished she could do things like that, but that she didn't have the time as a mom to give "silly" things such high priority.

Myra was so proud of herself for not just taking that little slight in her stride. Rather, she had responded as if she were talking to the group as a whole, but pretty obviously just to her holier-than-though, and probably heavier than she was comfortable with coworker, that she was happy to have the time to do those types of silly things, since it meant that she was able to keep in "fighting shape", which she emphasized with a pat on her mostly flat belly.

When she heard Dan flush, and the sink go on, she too rolled off the bed and made for the bathroom. She sat and began to pee as Dan was washing the sticky prize she had given him from his face and fingers.

"First of all, you're not overweight... you know that right?"

Dan turned toward her and cocked his head to the side as his eyebrows raised and his lips scrunched together, a combination of gestures and movements that added up to "bitch please" in their private, couples non-verbal language.

"No, I'm Serious Danny!"

"Babe... come on, look at this!" Dan said, pushing his shoulders back to emphasize his pot belly.

"Oh that's nothing. You still look sexy, and it pisses me off that you don't use your white male privilege for good, so you can feel awesome about yourself. So many of your schlubby, wholly mediocre brethren think they're god's gift thanks to their unearned confidence."

At first Dan didn't respond, instead he lowered his face to the sink to rinse it, as Myra grabbed a fistful of paper to wipe. But Dan's insecurities flared up in the face of his wife's honest positivity. His mother had harped on his weight his whole life and he had come to truly think of himself as a "fat guy" which was all he saw as he stood naked, rinsing his face.

"I appreciate it babe, but I have eyes. I know what I look like. But I love that you're so smitten with me after all these years that your eyes lie to you!"

"You know... it can be really exhausting beingthe dudein this relationship. I'm supposed to be the one sensitive about their appearance, not you. Besides, what is it that Lisa always tells you? There's a difference between..."

"...being self aware and being self critical, yes, yes. I know. Sorry, I didn't mean to shit talk myself, I know that's not constructive." he butted in to finish one of the many pieces of advice he had gotten from therapy, and which Myra had lovingly amplified ever since.

By now he was lightly slapping at the underside of his modest belly as Myra stood beside him. She cocked her head back and pursed her lips up at him, in another of their shared gestures, albeit one that pretty much anyone could interpret. Dan stooped and gave her the kiss she was requesting, and as he did she slapped his ass hard before breaking their kiss saying "that's for talking shit about my man!"

Back in bed, she rolled onto her side and lodged herself under his arm and up against his torso, exhaling contentedly as she ran her fingers through is chest hair. Dan twisted his face so he could kiss her forehead, and then began to lightly trace his fingertips up and down her spine, the same way he had done just about every time they ended up laying like this over the previous 30 years.

He smelled her shampoo, and felt her breath as she exhaled out her nose and across his now hard nipple, and they both spoke at the same time. "Fuck I love you" Dan said just as Myra whispered "I love this part" causing them both to chuckle.

"Do we really have to go this thing? I could just stay here all weekend." Myra said, breaking their happy, contented couple time.

"He's your nephew. I sure as hell don't care about seeing a high school track meet, but we skipped Grace's play last month and I thought Lucie was going to shatter you to pieces with just her look of disappointment, so... maybe we should just play nice and go?"

"You suck!" She said kiddingly, as she faux-whined getting up.

"Yes, I'm the worst, but lets go anyway."

They dressed and drove almost an hour to see Hunter knock over two hurdles, which was fine, but they also had to listen to his father, Dennis, complain that they had been "mis-positioned". Finally, he made their attendance seem even more stupid by adding "its really not worth going to away meets."

At dinner afterward, Lucie pulled Myra to the side and Dan noticed that their conversation was looking serious. When they got in their car to head home, Dan simply said "well?" knowing that there must be a story.

"Yeah... about that. Its so rare that I get to be proven so right, so quickly, but here we are. Loose thinks Dennis is cheating."

"What? No way!" Dan objected, not because Dennis didn't seem like the type of guy who would cheat, but because he had never figured out how he had landed Lucie in the first place, let alone a whole other woman on the side. Dennis was the progenitor of the modern 4chan, neckbearded misogynist loser, and in addition to being heavier than Dan was, he was also 5'9" at best.

"She's not totally sure, but she said that he's been guarding his phone recently, and that he said he needed to stay overnight for a trade show he went to, but that he charged breakfast the next morning down the street from his office and there's no way he could have gotten back that fast without breaking a few land-speed records."

"First of all, he's always been a piece of shit, so I guess that all checks out, but more importantly, how does that prove you right?"

"If some simple chick spread her legs for that walking toenail, you'd be drowning in pussy, especially if they knew how golden that tongue is... like I said!"

Dan didn't want to do the self-deprecating dance again, so rather than make a long drawn out argument, he just said "Yeah... I don't know."

"Perhaps.... a little wager?" Myra said, doing her best impression of her late grand father's Eastern European accent.

This had been an inside joke for their whole relationship, almost always with low to no steaks. Just a few months before, Myra had won one such bet when Dan had insisted that Helen Slater had played the female lead in Roadhouse. When IMDB proved that he had mixed up Helen Slater for Kelly Lynch, he had to pay up by going to Arthur Murray Dance School to learn how to Tango for their 25th anniversary party.

Their bets were usually small things like that with small payoffs, but they did have a few with pretty big steaks. The largest thus far had resulted Myra grumpily but responsibly agreeing to his terms that they take their 2019 vacation on an Ice Breaker in the North West Passage, despite the fact that she loathed the cold, and wasn't all too crazy about boats.

Now, Dan only responded to her proposition with a perfunctory laugh, but after a few more miles driven, Myra brought it up again.

"Whatever." Dan said dismissively, but already he felt a small shock in his chest as his deep subconscious thought about fucking someone other than Myra for the first time since his early 20's.

"No I'm serious Danny. I don't think it'd be particularly hard for you."

"If you're trying to stroke my ego, I appreciate it, but I really couldn't ever do it. I'd feel too guilty, not to mention..."

"Why would you feel guilty? If I agreed to it and we had parameters."

"What would you even get out of it?" Dan asked, as the idea of this happening started to get more real than he ever thought possible.

"Well, first of all... I think its kind of hot to think about you fucking another girl. And second... and you're not going to like this, but, if I win, we sell the Bakersfield property.

Now Dan was very sure that she was serious. His mother and father had left seven undeveloped acres along rt 99 to him. They had spent nearly his whole life planning to open a second location of the family lumber business there, only for the first to go under in the face of large chain store competition.

Despite the fact that they had been approached by developers multiple times since they acquired it, Dan was immovable. After two decades in their 1000 sq ft Thousand Oaks Bungalow, Myra wanted to take the money from the sale of the land to build their dream home, and then make some passive income from renting their old place out.

Dan had always been very cautious by nature, and it went to another level after he had been out of work for six months in his early 30's during the Global Financial Crisis of 2008. He saw the Pumpkin Center plot as an 'in case of emergency, break glass' option, and ultimately as retirement This was one of the main points of contention in their marriage since his father has passed away from COVID in 2020, although they hadn't fought about it in well over a year. That Myra was putting this on the table now was both intriguing and terrifying to him.

"Ok, now that I don't think you're joking... lets put the idea of me sleeping with someone else to one side for a moment. This isn't a bet, its a bribe. There's no real steaks. You're saying if I can get someone to go to bed with me, then we sell the land, right? My point wasn't that I don't think I can get some random trim, it was that I don't think it'd be so easy to get away with it."

"First of all, I hate it when you say stuff like trim. Gross. Second, how about we make it that you sleep with someone we know and then see if they snitch on you."

"Sure ok. I'll put the moves on Lucie and we'll see if she tells you."

"Very funny smartass." Myra said, but then the rough outlines of a plan started to form, and when Dan started to talk again, she cut him off saying "Shut up for a second. I'm thinking."

As Dan steered their aging Subaru off The 101 and onto N. Moorpark he was trying to figure out how all of this had escalated so quickly to the point that they were talking about the finer details. By the time they sat at the light at Brazil Street, Myra had formed the plan in her mind, and despite what Dan thought, the sale of the property was just the cherry on top.

Thinking about Dan fucking Lucie had actually got her a little turned on, but the sheer impracticality involved ruled that out straight away. But her plan had come together rather quickly after moving on from the thought of her man railing her little sister.

"So your contention is that you could get a woman to sleep with you but you could never get away with it, right?"

"Well yeah. Between the fact that we share finances, making it unlikely I could charge a sordid hotel without you knowing about it... plus the fact that I'd feel ridiculously guilty, not to mention that I don't think I'd be willing to try and have some kind of one night stand with a stranger, so it'd almost have to be someone I...weknow..."

"Yes, yes. I get all that. That's kind of the way I was thinking, too. That's why I thought of Emmy."

Dan laughed at this suggestion as he turned down their street. Emmy was his "work wife" for around ten years, until her divorce a few years before had forced her to change jobs when she moved to be closer to her mother for childcare purposes.

Myra was always sure that Emmy had a real crush on Dan, but Dan brushed it off. The idea of him going after Emmy was so funny to him because the big thing that the two ladies had really bonded over was their ardent feminism. Moreover, Emmy lamented multiple times how much she envied that Myra had a progressive minded husband, unlike her now ex Lucas.

"I don't think she'd go for it babe." Dan said, sure of himself as he turned into their driveway.

"I have zero doubts that if you went after her she'd sleep with you. But the bet would be: if she did it, would she tell me?"

"Fuck, that's diabolical!"

"I know. I feel like kind of a dick even suggesting it, but it gives you two ways to win. If you put the moves on her and she turns you down, you win. If you take her to bed and she snitches, you also win."

As they walked into the house, Dan's mind was racing. How would he even go about trying to sleep with Emmy? It had been years since he actively flirted with anyone, and - while he was sure he still had it in him somewhere - he had honestly never thought about cheating on Myra before.

As he changed into shorts and a t-shirt, Myra went in to the bathroom, where all of this had started hours before. After a few moments of silence she called out from the toilet "so, what do you think? Do we have a wager?"

He stood in the doorway to their tiny bathroom, and slumped against the jam. As a last ditch effort to get out of this, and all the messy things that could come with it, he opted to pretend that he didn't really think she was serious, despite the fact that he knew her well enough to know she was.

"This is a fun thought experiment and all, but this is real life."

Myra stood up and shimmied her yoga pants back up, but didn't respond at first. She realized that he was trying to deflect, but she also had a bit of trepidation that crept in when thinking about the fact that Emmy was more than a decade younger than her, not to mention kind of a knock out.

She wordlessly pushed past him into the bedroom, leaving him still slumped in the doorway. As she expertly removed her bra from under her shirt, she said over her shoulder to him "Its not a thought experiment. The wager is on the table... its up to you."

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Dan slept terribly that night, wrestling with the fact that he was really into the idea of fucking someone else with his wife's blessing in general, but he was even more excited at the idea of it being Emmy. She was the quintessential Cali Millennial Mom: organic vegan diet, yoga and barre classes, all coupled with a style that seemed so easy, but was also always Instagram ready.

He slipped quietly out of bed and out the front door to head to Noah's to get bagels and coffee. By the time he got home Myra was up and on the couch thumbing through social media. He plated her lox sandwich and planted a kiss on her head as he placed it, and her coffee on the table next to her.

"Good morning baby, thanks for getting grub, you're the best."

"No problem. So... what other parameters would be involved in this whole 'me fucking Emmy' thing?"

"You're kidding! You're gonna do it?" She said through a mouthful of bagel, lox, shmear, and veggies.

"Yeah, why not? I guess. As long as you can promise... PROMISE me, that you won't be pissed at me, win or lose."

"Danny... I love you, more than anything. I can deal with you fucking someone within the confines of our little fantasies... but I could never deal with you loving someone else. Does that make sense?"

It did.

Dan sat on the couch next to Myra, and as they ate their breakfast and drank their coffee the terms of the wager came together. It broke down like this: He could not tell Emmy that he had Myra's approval. It had to look like a regular cheating situation. He would have to keep her apprised of the progress he was making, since he thought it would take a while to lay the groundwork.

Myra thought he would be able to seal the deal more quickly, but she was insistent that once he did, that was it. She was sensitive to the fact that messing with another person's emotions was pretty fucked up, after all, and she didn't want to stoke any latent feelings Emmy might have for Dan.

The whole rest of the day, as they did their regular Sunday chores they chatted about the plan and it started to become apparent to Dan that this really wasn't only about getting him to sell the land. This was made crystal clear when she told him that he wasn't allowed to clean up after he did the deed, because she wanted to suck his dick when he got home so she could taste Emmy on him.

This caused them to get off on a tangent about some of the finer points, because Dan had just assumed he would wear a condom if he did it. He had only had sex with three women before Myra, and he had used protection with all of them. But, Myra was sure that he'd be safe from STI's with Emmy, and his vasectomy meant he wouldn't have to worry about unwittingly becoming a late-in-life dad.

After dinner they were back on the couch, but still talking through the plan. As they sat ignoring the TV, they both started to get more worked up as they shared ideas of what may happen. Eventually, Myra reached over and started rubbing her hand over Dan's hardening cock through his basketball shorts.

Things escalated quickly from there, and as Myra swung her leg over him to sit in his lap, he ran his hands up her shirt to massage both her tits at the same time. She wrapped her arms around his neck and snarled down at him as she ground her crotch on his hard cock.

Myra squealed as Dan got to his feet, holding her by the ass as she tightened her grasp around his neck. He knew she loved it when he picked her up, and while he didn't do it much anymore, this seemed like a good time to break it out, even if he had to be extra careful not to groan as lifted her, least he kill the mood.

He carried her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed, looming over her as he dropped his shorts and tugged his shirt off.

"Strip." he barked to her.

She struggled to pull her yoga pants and panties off together while still leaving her socks on. As Dan stood stroking his now fully hard cock, she pulled her shirt off and squirmed her way back to the middle of the bed.

Their shared arousal was evident to both of them, as was the fact that foreplay wasn't going to be needed tonight. Dan lowered himself over his wife and began to kiss her deeply while also rocking his hips, so that the underside of his erection slid along her labia, spreading her wetness around.