Betting On Boobs (Closed)

"Las Vegas! I can't wait to hit the slots!"

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That was Drew, my husband and the father of my son. He gave me that stupid grin that I had found charming, maybe eighteen years ago when we were in high school. I'm sorry if that comes out as harsh, but recently with all the fights that we've been having, I couldn't help but have these bitter thoughts. I still smiled back, although maybe a bit faintly...well, it wasn't as if he had noticed. Rudy, our eighteen year old son then smiled - thinking as if both Drew and I hadn't noticed that he got himself a fake id and planned to go to a night club or something. I for one didn't mind; Rudy was a young adult that never did anything adventurous so I hoped this would help him gain some bit of confidence.

As for me?

Oh right, I shouldn't just go on with this without introducing myself. So my name is Juliana Smith and I'm thirty six years old. I'm a simple, married woman; living in my suburban home back in New York. I'm what you would call a house wife; I didn't work mainly because I stayed at home to raise Rudy. Well...that wasn't completely honest. Part of the reason why I was so adamant of staying and raising my son (and believe me when I say that I would never admit this to anyone) was because of my body. You wouldn't believe the stares that I would get whenever I would set foot in a super market or anywhere public really; even with less than flattering clothes. You'd think that I would be proud of my fit body, especially after giving birth to my son, being 5'9" tall with long legs that wouldn't quit, a thin frame and a round bubble butt. But my breasts which honest to goddess, expanded like crazy months after I gave birth to my son, made me insecure to go outside or even let my husband touch me. Even now, my heart was racing as we made our way to the hotel.

Another thing made me super uncomfortable about this, and that was the gambling aspect of Las Vegas. I know, it's stupid right? Why would anyone want to go to Las Vegas to not gamble? Well, neither members of my little family knew this, but I was a hardcore gambler around the time I got together with Drew. I was...really addicted to it and pretty good at most games involving a wager. I gave it up maybe ten years ago when I would sneak out to bars without my husband knowing, getting some extra money through wagers. It wasn't until I nearly lost a big one that I learned my lesson.

That wager? Well, that's probably best for another time...

Anyway, so I headed to the hotel room to unpack while Drew and my son went off to do god knows what. Or at least, I was unpacking until I thought hey, why feel sorry for myself? I can go out...just to get a drink or something.

Before I knew it, I found myself heading to the bar, dressed in a pair of tight jeans, three inch heads and a long, thin stripped long sleeve over my body. I had my grey tank top underneath, showing just a tiny bit of cleavage from my massive 32M cup breasts. "White wine please." I asked the hotel bartender as I got out my credit card.

Jason had been working the slots for an hour or so. His dirty blond hair was slicked back, his blue eyes roaming the floor for something fun.

He thought he saw something from the corner of his eye

He stood up, his 6'2 frame was thick and wide. Broad shoulders wrapped in a simple black t short and jeans.

Then he saw her again. A pair of jeans over a cute little ass, but as she settled into the bar stool he caught a glimpse o an enormous chest. Just what he was after




"This seat taken" he asked as he took the seat next to her, not waiting for an answer
"Run and coke" he called to the bartender, sliding a bill onto he bar

"I need to loosen up before I hit the tables. Have you been here long, do you know what tables are hot?" He asked the gorgeous blond, making eye contact, and not letting his eyes roam. He would save the ogling for later.

"You do realize your in Vegas" he told her with a grin

"Come
With me. I'll introduce you to the tables. You don't have to gamble
And I do, and you can keep me away from all the slots" he told her with a smile as he reached out a hand

"I'm Jason, come
Play with me" he said with a stupid little grin. Hoping to get her to come

"Whao. Onmean don't ferm me wrong. Your a beautiful woman I'd love to have come with me to the tables. But if I lose I have to be completely non gambler guy?" He said shocked

"That's an awful lot. What will we do instead? Go shopping or hit a spa? That seems like an awful one sided wager

"I'll tell you. I bet I get it right, if I do you have to come gambling with me. Every time I win you have to tell me a secret about you" he told her with a smile

""And if I lose I take you out and get you a new pair of shoes?" He told her

I thought her tits were soo big that he assumed a K kcup or J?

"J" he said assuming she had agreed to the terms. Not waiting for her to agree

"I'm just good. Everything about you says J to me. Sorry. Sometimes I'm just talented" he told her with a smile

Then he Reached out a hand and
Took hers, he pulled her from her
Chair gently

"I'm thinking craps" he loved the way people got excited
And jumped around. It was a lot more exciting then sitting at a table

"Definitely craps" he said as his eyes dipped to the soft cleavage exposed. Hopefully he could see her get a little worked up

He smiled at her, pulled out a wad of 100's and tossed it on the table. He got his chips, and put half the stack out. They handed him the dice and he offered them up to her

"Blow the dice and hope for a
7 or an 11

As he lifted the dice for her to blow he watched her liciois lips.

Then he rolled

And up
Came
7

The table
Went wild

"There's $400" for us

He watched her bounce in excitement at the win, his eyes unable to look away from her full chest.

Her smile drew his eyes up though. It was a truly beautiful smile


"That is crazy" he said as he put a strong arm around her waist and pulled her close.

"Now you owe me a secret" he said as the dealer handed him the dice

"Or you can roll and go double or nothing on the secret. This is yours!" He said as he handed her 200! Of chips

Her chest felt amazing. So amazong he forgot to breath as he le full chest pressed into him

"Well damn. There goes the secret" he said with a grin as he held her close, reveling in the feel of her

"You got the magic touch. Your my lucky charm"
He said with a grin only barely relenting when the dealer handed him the dice again

"3rd time is the charm" he said as he held the dice for her to blow, still holding her tight, only releasing her to toss the dice. And the letting go of her was the toughest part by far

"11"

"Holy shit" he cried as he turned to her and pulled her close again and he leaned down and kissed her


On the cheek

"Yeah let's go get another drink" he said as he let her go, and grabbed his chips

This was getting too good to be true

"You do owe me a secret don't you" he told her with a grin as he slipped his arm around her waist again pulling her close

"How about you tell me your deepest darkest secret" he asked with a grin as he steered her towards a different bar. One back towards the VIP side

"Or maybe you just tell me why you're not a gambler, because girl you have got the touch!"

They sidled up to the bar

"What!!!" He said shocked. Then he stepped behind her at the bar

"Let me get this little jacket of yours " he said as he lifted his hands to her shoulders

"You've gotta try their nachos though. They got the best nachos " he said as he nodded to the bartender

"You gotta give me more detail than that darling " he said as he waited for her to shrug out of the thin shirt, his eyes over her shoulder drinking in the robust line of cleavage his view gave him

He chickled. Desperate to know more. Something like this he might be able to use

He ordered there drinks then smiled

"Here's a chip. Go ahead and flip it. I'm betting heads. If I win you get to tell me all about it while we have our drinks" he said with a grin

"If I lose I'll tell you about my job as a financial adviser. It's more boring than it sounds

He smiled when head came up, and her whispered curse

"Well I have been Called that before" he said with a grin as he took a long drink, feeling the warmth in his stomach spread

"Alright let's hear all the details" he told her with a grin

"Details are the best"

He chuckled when she apologized for rambling

"No not at all. You are definitely not rambling " he said as he cleared his throat. His mind was racing with the imagery that she had just put in his head. Those would be fantastical ways to have her. He would give an arm and a leg to have won that bet!!

Well maybe he could. Maybe he could get her to make a similar wager, or at least something possibly close. The fact that she had actually agreed to a wager like that let him know she was someone who liked to take risks

"Well I'm glad for you that you got out of that situation ok" he said, then abruptly tilted his head back, and
Finished his entire drink in a few hefty gulps

"So you don't do table games at all? What about black jack or poker. You ever play those?" He asked as the image of her smashed up against a shower door filled his mind