Emily & Ellen's Bet Ch. 11

This is a re-write of Emily & Ellen's Bet, originally posted in April of 2011. The effort is part of re-writing the entire continuous story arc of Ellen's Bet > Roberta's Bet > Dani's Bet > Emily's Bet > Ellen & David's Bet > Emily & Ellen's Bet. I re-wrote these stories for two reasons. First, I wanted to clean up some sloppiness in the writing. Second, I wanted to take the six stories, only two of which were planned to any degree at the beginning of Ellen's Bet with the others conceived and added later, and create better internal consistencies, and plot and character consistency, between them. At this point I think a reader could look at these stories as one tale comprising a six-part novel. Emily and Ellen: Emily & Ellen's Bet - Chapter Eleven Ellen We arrived at the restaurant. We went in and a waitperson saw us to a table. After we were all settled David cleared his throat and said, "Um, Ian and I couldn't help but get the impression that you girls may be planning something. Mind letting us in on it since I suppose we're on board like it or not?" Emily quickly explained the bet to them, adding that there was no bet if both teams lost or won. Ian and David smiled a little. They didn't seem especially put out by having been drafted for the resolution of our little wager. David's only comment was, "If you two were doing hard time, you'd be the ones staging the cockroach races, wouldn't you?" We went through the formalities of ordering drinks and our appetizers and entrees. Soon three mugs of beer and a glass of wine graced the table. We were all nibbling on appetizers when a woman with boobs even larger than mine (well, we girls notice too) was pulling up a chair and sitting off to the side of the table. "Oh, hey, Ellen, David, I'd like you to meet Martina," Emily said. "Martina, this is Ellen, my boss suit downtown, and her hubby David." We exchanged handshakes and pleasantries with Martina. "So, you're the Martina?" I asked. "Which Martina would that be?" Martina asked. Snap. "The pool hustler?" I returned. Martina got a very satisfied smile on her face. "Oh, hey, I didn't have to hustle nothin'. Miss Priss here scratched on the eight ball all by herself. Except for that I was toast." Martina pushed her tongue against the inside of her cheek a couple of times and then snapped her gum. We all had a laugh at Emily's expense, and she took on a glowing red color. Ian's color came up too. "Yeah, well, you're right," Emily said, "I had you dead to rights." She raised her hands, palms up. "How 'bout we meet for a rematch later?" Martina asked. "Give you a chance to get even? I'm meetin' Sebastian later at your bar." Snap, snap. "Can't tonight," Emily said. "Got a bet going here with David and Ellen on the Cubbies and Sox games." "Well, too bad," Martina said, "maybe another night. Hey, listen," she said looking at Ellen and David, "you ever hear how Emily and me came to be acquainted?" "Well, I'm sure Ellen has heard the whole story," David said, "but I just got the story on the fly and I'm hazy on some of the details. I'd love to get the whole scoop. I think you just might have an interesting perspective on the event." David gave Emily a satisfied look. Emily scratched her nose with her middle finger. "Martina!" came a loud voice from the direction of the kitchen. "Hey, Martina!" "Shut yer pie hole! I'll be right there!" Martina shouted back across the crowded and noisy room. "Gotta go," she said . "Good to make your acquaintance, Ellen and David." She looked at Emily. "I want the whole story next time I see you." Then she was gone. We had a nice dinner. During its course David managed to pull all the details from Emily about the night she'd met Martina. Emily gave them up rather reluctantly and I kicked David under the table a couple of times, but there was no deterring him. Actually, it made for more interesting conversation than workplace gossip or woes, which I supposed was the direction in which the conversation would have drifted otherwise. A while later we were finished with our meals. I was surprised when Emily suggested ordering a dessert and coffee. Maybe she was hesitant to get back to her apartment and turn on the sports? I told her I'd share a dessert with her, and the four of us lingered over the last course of our meal. Between that and stopping for a quick beer at Emily and Ian's bar we didn't get off the elevator on the fifth floor of Emily's building until late. Still, it was another ten minutes or so until the local sports news came on. Emily and I again went over our bet and the boys reassured us they were OK with being involved in the payoff. Soon it was time and Emily pushed some buttons on the remote. A commercial, one of those pointless "we're really a company you should feel warm and fuzzy about" public relations ads was just finishing. Then the music and graphics of a local station's sports center were filling the screen and our ears. The announcer gave his little introduction, and then he was into business. "A real pitcher's duel on the south side tonight," he began. "Jake Peavy and Mitch Talbot locked up in a struggle of righties, both pitching seven strong innings. But this one went to Mitch Talbot and the Indians as Peavy gave up an RBI single in the fourth, and then balked a second run home in the inning. The Indians ended up on top three to one." Emily whooped and bounced up and down in her rocker. I groaned both inwardly and outwardly, and exchanged an apologetic look with David. But if the Cubs had also lost we were off the hook. The announcer continued to report on the game over shots of the action: Austin Kearns slapping a single through the infield to score Trevor Crowe; an out later, Kearns now on third, Peavy setting, starting his motion, and then stopping to reset -- umpires' arms going up all over the infield and Kearns trotting home. He mentioned the Sox leaving eight men on and bringing around only one of six runners in scoring position. Finally it was over and with a "We'll be back in a moment with all the highlights of the Cubs game" the station went to a commercial break. Emily muted the TV and looked like the cat that had eaten the canary and whistled softly. "Gonna be a show on tonight, Folks," she said. The break seemed even longer than usual, the visuals still drawing our eyes. The station was suddenly back to the program and the announcer was in mid-sentence before Emily found the mute button. "....with the Astros tonight at Minute Maid Park," he was saying. "Aramis Ramirez went three for four with an RBI single and a solo home run, and Ryan Dempster turned in a far from perfect but plenty good enough six and a third innings to give the Cubbies an eight to five victory over the Astros." The television was off before he began his next sentence. "OK you two," Emily said, victory ringing in her voice, "time to get... it... on! Woo-hoo!" I looked at David and we both stood at the same moment. I was aware of Ian's eyes on me, although this was not a first: he'd seen me 'starkers' a few weeks past when Emily and I had lost at cribbage to the boys. He'd even watched me getting fucked, assuming he was paying attention while screwing Emily. This time, however, I'd be much more on display than I really wanted to be. I'd taken my light sweater off when we'd gotten back, so I loosened my skirt and let it fall, unbuttoned my blouse and it was soon on the floor too. That was really all I had on other than my underwear. It was a warm, early June evening and there was every reason to want to stay cool. I flashed on my experience in Baton Rouge. At least this time there were fewer people watching me strip, and I wasn't doing it atop a coffee table. Having considered as I was dressing that the evening just might very well go in this direction, I'd made sure my panties didn't have any holes or my bra any pit stains. Reaching behind (I've yet to find a front closure bra that gives me the support I need) I unlatched my bra and pulled it from me, and then dropped and stepped out of my panties. Nude, I made a small pirouette, and Emily and Ian bother laughed and clapped lightly. This really wasn't terribly bad. Yes, I felt embarrassment: stripping in front of others, at least others who're not David, is still quite a novelty for me. My first experience with it was just four months ago (I realized with a little shock of realization that it was, in fact, four months almost to the day) and the act was hardly something a thirty-nine year old lady gets used to very quickly or easily. Still, these were close friends: Emily someone I held very dear, and Ian quickly becoming that. The feeling of self-consciousness, and it's almost overwhelming command to cover my boobs and bush, was a tough imperative to deny. For something to do I looked over at David to see how he was progressing. He was just stepping out of his trousers, and the front of his boxers was tented out. He seemed reluctant to doff the last piece of cloth between him and nudity so I quickly stepped over to him and knelt down. I did the deed, and his erection sprang out of his underwear, a tug from the elastic of the waistband making it bob up and down a few times. The sight of his hard cock was a real delight. I concentrated for a moment, hoping the sight would ignite my fires. Then I realized they were already lit. I could feel heat between my thighs and a dampness I recognized well. In fact, I discovered that my degree of arousal was such that I had to restrain myself from taking his cock in my mouth. I stood and gave Emily a little salute. "You said something before about the couch," I said. "Hmmm, yeah," Emily answered. "Let's see now, how should this go? I know. Cynthia!" "Beg your pardon?" I asked. "Yeah, Cynthia," Emily said again, and then realized that none of us had any idea what or who she might be talking about. She showed a little embarrassed smile, and then began to explain. "I wondered why this seemed so familiar when we made the bet before. OK, years ago in school a big group of us played this game and the guy and the girl who lost had to do it in front of everyone else. Well, Cynthia was the big loser for the girls. She and the guy had to do it the way you and David are about to." David and I, butt naked, had been standing there listening to this little story. "Yeah, well, that's all fine," I said, "but how about we just get on with this." "Oh, sure, yeah," Emily said. "I almost forgot you two were standing there completely naked. Well, no, that's not exactly true, but I gotta say you're a great looking couple. You know, for a couple of middle-agers. Hey, Sox really let you down tonight. OK, so David, go over and sit right in the middle of the couch." David took the few steps to the couch and plopped down at center stage, his cock jutting from his lap. "OK, so now you get on and ride that baloney pony, Boss." I took a step or two toward David, ready to take my place when Emily said, "No, no, no. Your back to his front. What do they call it? Reverse cowgirl?" Emily, of course, knew perfectly well what they call it. There was no need for the questioning tone in her voice. I complied. This was her and Ian's show after all, well I suppose mostly hers. I backed up toward David. When I was inches from the couch I bent first one knee and then the other and with a bit of clumsiness put my calves on the couch straddling David. As I settled back toward him I felt his hands grasp my hips and guide me back toward him. Then as I settled into his lap one hand left my hip and he was guiding his cock into my pussy as I settled onto him. I closed my eyes and let out a groan of pleasure. I'd been right about my degree of excitement. My juices were copious and I settled right on David's cock going as far down onto it as was possible. Emily and Ian and their watching eyes were no more than on the periphery of my consciousness. My focus was all on David and his cock as I began to lift and lower myself and enjoy the sensations of his cock sliding in and out of me. The only moment of hesitation I experienced was as we were starting. I realized that the last time I'd done something like this it was a stranger's cock in my pussy, and the hungry eyes of strange men watching me getting fucked. I felt my arousal begin to deflate, but then it found new vigor as I remembered this was my precious husband's cock in me, and friendly eyes that watched our intimate act. Since David and I had worked out my guilt over my disastrous lost bet in Baton Rouge our sexual encounters have become far more intense. I had the occasion to learn just how complete and unconditional is David's love for me. That knowledge has unleashed in me an always ready desire to take my pleasure with him. Off on the edge of my mind I was aware of the display we were putting on. Or I supposed really I was at the center of the show, David mostly hidden behind me. I could picture myself: naked, thighs spread wide over David, My boobs bouncing and swaying with my motions, and at the center of it all my wide open pussy, no detail left to the imagination, red and wet with lust-swollen lips, and David's cock buried deep and sliding in and out. My, God! What a lewd, bawdy display! I imagine people might actually pay money to watch an exhibition like this! All those considerations were off on some boundary part of my consciousness. At the center of my attention was the overwhelming delight David's cock was giving me. In fact, overwhelming was exactly what the cascade of sensations was. I quickly felt myself tip over the edge. I was falling, flying through the air without a single thought of the ground below as an orgasm took me. I could feel my eyes squeeze shut more tightly and my mouth contort as some loud expression of pleasure left my lips. My pussy continued to spasm in diminishing waves as I came down from my high place. David was beginning to pick up his pace, thrusting up into me. I thought I would idle passively as he used my body to reach his orgasm: the event that would put paid in full to our lost bet. I found myself, though, idly flicking my clit back and forth, I thought just for something to do. Embarrassment at being soundly fucked, a cock in my pussy and my fingers between my thighs rubbing my clit before the eyes of others only dimly registered. Then David was rising, his butt coming off of the couch cushions. A cascade of thoughts and images lit my mind as he buried himself more deeply into me. I felt the cold surface of Roberta and Patrick's coffee table on the bottoms of my feet, and I saw myself naked and on display before the hungry eyes of five men, all almost strangers to me. Then I saw myself at my desk, the hem of my skirt hiked high and my panties at my knees, self-conscious as I hid this startling scene under the desk from the eyes of a random co-worker. Then I was on David's cock, just as I was now, but outside on a platform of rough wooden planks, their course feel now on my knees, and I breathed in the sweet scent of fresh air and felt on my skin alternately the warmth of the strong sunlight and the coolness of a gentle breeze as a throng of rustic villagers watched our erotic performance. My arousal hit some new plateau. I wondered about that. I knew from our visit to the club that I might find appealing the role, duties, and privileges of a top. However, here I found myself incredibly aroused by the subservient position my lost bet had put me in. Recalling the activities I'd been obliged by my lost bet to perform in Baton Rouge, the reality of them now safely in a receding past, was turning me on. Thinking of my current situation - compelled by a lost bet to bare my body and allow others to watch me being fucked -- switched on some arousal circuit in my mind, and sexual frenzy now possessed me. I realized my extreme arousal had as its source the embarrassment I felt at the position in which our lost bet had placed me: nude, wide open, and a hard cock buried deep in me. I thought to join David. I shifted from lightly flicking my finger over my clit to moving it firmly in circles. Immediately another orgasm hit even as David groaned in orgasm behind me. I couldn't distinguish my waves from the jerks of David's ejaculating cock. Only the bliss and release in my mind was clear and bright and unmistakable. As I again settled down I could feel a cool sheen of sweat over my entire body. For the first time since settling back onto David's lap I opened my eyes. Emily's skirt was hiked to her waist and one hand was inside her panties. Her other hand was on Ian's cock, which protruded from his open fly, hard and red and seeming ready to explode. Their eyes were closed and they were locked in a deep kiss. As I came off of David, I felt a tug of disappointment and longing as his cock slid from me. My sexual tension was now broken and I was acutely aware of how naked I was, how open my legs were, how wet and swollen and well-fucked my pussy must look. Emily and Ian broke their kiss. Both their faces were flushed and their mouths looked moist, red, and used. "Well, you sure took that better than 'ol Cynthia did," Emily observed. "You're going to have to tell me that story one of these days," I said, and I was surprised at how weakly my voice croaked the words. I cleared my throat, and tried to slow my breathing. David was rising from the couch. I gathered my clothes and moved off toward the bathroom. David did the same and was right behind me. We did a quick clean-up and then rejoined Emily and Ian in the living room. Ian's cock was back in his pants, but obviously wanted out very much. Emily's color was high. "Hey, you guys won't feel offended if we don't offer coffee and pie before you go?" Emily asked. "You are going, aren't you?" "Soon?" Ian added. I had to laugh. I went over and gave them both a kiss on the cheek. "It's late. We're outta here. Have fun," I said. "Hope you enjoyed the performance. Damned Sox." It was Emily's turn to laugh. She walked us to the door, and I asked, "You two doing anything tomorrow?" "Probably fucking again," Emily said. "No. Oh, no, wait. Yes! She came a bit closer to me and made her voice a little more confidential. "Ian and I talked about it. We got a couple's membership and we're going to go check out your club, that Leather and Lace. Probably tomorrow afternoon. We're both very curious. We thought maybe a Sunday afternoon would be less crowded and wouldn't overwhelm us; give us a chance to have a look around." I was glad to hear this news. I'm not sure why I was glad. Maybe I just liked the idea of something else, another enthusiasm, Emily and I could share. Maybe it might figure in somehow with our other interest in betting. Now there was an idea that could use some kicking around. Emily and I exchanged another hug, and then David and I were out the door on our way home. 2374 1.67/512345