Shy wife submits on camera (Closed for DeepBlue89)

[Rocket1010]

Jake Smith stared into his fifth glass of beer wondering what the hell was wrong with his wife, Ellie. Looking around the classy hotel bar he and his wife used to frequent for a good meal and dancing. Couples were laughing and talking like he and Ellie used to do and he felt a sadness come over him.

They used to have some good times but all that changed about six months ago when she started avoiding him in the bedroom. He loved her dearly and would do anything for her but she started avoiding him in the bedroom and eventually led to other parts of the their lives.

He thought about the fun they used to have in the bedroom, but now it was a real drag just going to bed. She used to be comfortable undressing in front of him whether they were going to have sex or not but then something changed. In the past she wore sexy negligees and life was good. Then, all of a sudden, she quit undressing in front of him, preferring to undress and dress in the bathroom or the large walk-in closet. When she finally did appear, she was wearing thick flannel nightgowns that didn’t show off her incredible body. She would hop into bed, turning away from him and most nights he didn’t get a goodnight kiss.

Jake tried talking to Ellie, asking if something was bothering her or did he do something wrong. Each time she shied away from the questioning, telling him everything was fine and it was not him. He knew she was shy and could tell something was on her mind but he couldn’t get her to open up to him. One thing Jake did notice was her breast size seemed to increase dramatically and he wanted to look at those beauties. Blouses and t-shirts that used to hang loose now hugged her breasts tighter, emphasizing their largeness.

Sipping his beer, Jake thought of how he loved to touch and kiss her breasts as part of foreplay and during sex. He liked the way her nipples hardened when he rubbed his fingertips over them or when he sucked them into his mouth, nibbling on the very tips. And Ellie seemed to enjoy his attention, moaning and grabbing his head, holding it tight against her soft globes. But then she went into a cocoon, not talking and giving him short responses to his questions.

He wondered if she was pregnant, having read and heard that women’s breasts grow bigger with the expectation of nursing a baby. When Jake brought it up, she angrily told him she was not pregnant. Then he thought she was having an affair. Sometimes when she announced she was going to meet her girlfriends, he followed at a safe distance, finding out that she really was with her friends.

What the fuck went wrong. He ran his finger around the glass rim just staring into the suds thinking about Ellie. They met in college and hit it off right away. They had so much in common, going to speeches, parties, football games and including sex. Jake remembered the first time they did the dirty deed. They were both nervous and she was very shy exposing herself to him in her apartment she shared with her roommate, Kathy. While her roommate slept in the next room, they tried to be as quiet as they could as they ravished each other for the first time. The next morning Kathy had a grin on her face and Ellie’s face turned bright red knowing they had been heard. Kathy blew it off and when they got married, she was Ellie’s maid of honor.

He thought about after their initial sexual romp and their first few years of marriage. They had good sex but sometimes he had to coax her to do things she thought were wicked. There was nothing in their sex life that was kinky but they both seemed to be well satisfied. That is until the sex stopped and she began to avoid him.

Now after all these months without sex, frustration set in and he was horny for his wife, remembering her naked body. But something happened. Was she not interested in him anymore? Maybe he was doing something wrong and she didn’t want to tell him about it.

Jake took another swig of his beer, thinking, wondering what to do. Then he remembered a man, Bill Carter, who he met at the bar a few months ago. They were sitting next to each other, sharing stories. Jake told him about his job an investment broker and the man told him he was in the film industry. Film had always piqued Jake’s attention and he pressed the man for more information. Bill chuckled and told him he was a porn film producer. Jake’s eyebrows raised in surprise. He had always wondered what kind of man produced porn, thinking they were sleazy low life. But this man appeared to be completely normal and didn’t seem to mind talking about his business.

They carried on about politics and sports and then with one too many beers, Jake opened up about his sexless life, telling Bill about his shy wife and how she didn’t dress or undress in front of him anymore. He showed him a picture of Ellie he carried in his wallet and Bill whistled. “She doesn’t look like the kind of woman who would be shy in bed.”

Jake shook his head at the comment. “She is really shy Bill. You wouldn’t know it by looking at her picture but she did a little modeling in college for a modeling agency in town. Mostly new clothes lines.” He looked at the man, seeing the interest in his eyes. “I bet you don’t have any problems getting women.” He meant it as half-joke and the man smiled.

“I get my fair share,” he said snickering and calling for the bartender to bring two more beers. When the beers arrived, he clinked his bottle to Jake’s and said, “Maybe your wife needs some new scenery.”

Jake laughed it off nervously, thinking there was no way his shy wife would go for a change of scenery. The thought of his wife with another man was not something he cherished talking about. When they parted that night, Bill Carter gave Jake his number, telling him to call anytime if he happened to change his mind.

Now sitting at the bar, half smashed, he wondered if that was what needed for his shy wife, a change of scenery. It was pretty obvious to him that whatever he was doing was not peaking his wife’s interest in sex.

Picking up his phone, he called the number Bill gave him. When he heard the voice on the other end and told him who he was, Bill laughed. “I remember you. You’re the husband with the pretty shy wife who may need a change of scenery.”

“That’s right Bill. I’ve been giving it a lot of thought and would like to meet you to discuss what a change of scenery might be for my wife. Why the use of the word scenery? Why not just come out and say his wife needs to be fucked by someone other than him? “One other thing, I want is to be able to see what you do to her. Whatever you two are doing, I want it all on tape or it’s not a deal.”

“How about tonight? I’m just leaving my office and have to drive right past the hotel. We can discuss the issues and I’ll bring some video recording devices with me.”

Jake had to chuckle. The man definitely knew how to down play his involvement with porn. If someone were listening to their conversation they would think they were talking about anything but sex. “Sounds good Bill. See you when you get here.”

Jake finished his beer and ordered another one, thinking about Bill and his wife. What he wouldn’t give to see and touch his wife’s naked body again and plant his cock deep inside her. He was lost in thought when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Hey man. Cheer up.” Bill sat down next to Jake and ordered a beer. “So you’re interested in letting your wife have a change of scenery?” The meaning of what he was talking about was very clear.

Jake saw the leather satchel hanging off his shoulder. “Yeah If you can do this I’ll pay you whatever you want. I just want my wife back.”

Bill smiled and put his hand on Jake’s shoulder. “She may not be the same woman when I’m done with her but she may want you to do things to her.” Bill stopped for a moment. “She may want to do some kinky things you have never done with her.”

Jake wondered what he meant but it was obvious Bill was not about to tell him what he was going to do to his wife. “When do you think you can start.”

“Tomorrow night. That is if you can install the devices by then.” Bill pulled out a few miniature cameras, showing Jake how to mount them. Think you can do it without her finding them?”

“She’s out with her girlfriends tonight. If I hurry I can get them in place before she comes home. How much is this going to cost me?”

Bill rubbed his chin, looking at the young man. “$5,000 up front and $5,000 when I’m finished.” Hell he knew he could make tapes of his wife and get them out onto the internet and make a lot more money.

“Hmmm ok. I’ll have your money tomorrow night,”

“I look forward to meeting your wife Jake.” Bill got up and handed the satchel to Jake. “Just make sure you hide them well.”

Jake hurriedly paid his bill and practically ran out of the hotel. When he arrived at home, he sighed a breath of relief that his wife’s car was still gone. Bill gave him enough cameras for two rooms, just in case he and his wife didn’t make it to the bedroom. Finding concealed spots on the walls was easier than he thought and soon he had all the electronic recording devices in place. He didn’t wait for Ellie to come home but instead went to bed.

The next morning as he walked out the door, he kissed his wife on the cheek. “There’s a new guy at work we’re having dinner with a client and I’m going to invite him home for a few drinks.” Jake hoped she hear the nervousness in his voice. He was pleased when she said ok.

All day, his mind was on Bill and Ellie. He thought of how he could make an excuse and have to leave them alone. Finally, the day was over and he met Bill at the hotel, giving him a large wad of cash, telling him everything was set and he was to follow him home.

Jake was nervous driving home with Bill following him in his car. When they pulled into the driveway, Jake almost backed out but he knew he had gone this far and was prepared to let Bill have a go at his wife.

Opening the front door, he yelled, “Honey I’m home. I want you to meet my new co-worker.”

“Wow this is one big fucking house. I should have charged you double,” he laughed.

From the family room, a figure came walking toward them. “Honey I want you to meet Bill Carter. Bill this is my wife Ellie.”

Bill smiled, taking in her huge chest covered by a modest blouse. ‘This is going to be fun,’ he thought as he extended his hand to greet her.

 

[DeepBlue89]

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Jake and I were married for about a year now, having met during orientation in our Freshman year of college. We both hit it off pretty easily, having gotten together in just a few months after meeting, staying in a serious relationship throughout our college years. We got married soon after graduating college, the both of us so very excited to start our life together. It was the happiest I've ever been, up until things changed about six months ago.

You should know that for my teenage years, I had practically no curves. In fact, when my breasts grew to a B cup around my eighteenth birthday, I was ecstatic. That being said, I was never a busty woman...so imagine my surprise when eight month ago, my breasts grew to about a C cup. I was practically grinning with joy, with Jake and I having some amazing sex with some newfound confident surging in my veins. But they kept growing. I'm not even sure why it happened then, but I witnessed as my breasts grew exponentially over the course of a few weeks. Bras didn't fit me anymore and I was so worried that it was all caused by something detrimental to my health. Not wanting to worry my husband, I went over to the doctor just to be told that I've having a very late growth spurt. I always had small breasts, so having DD cup breasts inexplicably out of nowhere freaked me out! I remember sighing in relief, before I was told that I was going to keep growing...even though I was twenty five years old!

"So, wait - they're growing until when?!" I remember shouting out to the doctor.

It was nerve wrecking. I felt disgusting for having these two watermelon sized breasts always weighing me down and giving me stares whenever I went out for groceries. I was saving money, little by little, hoping to get a reduction sometime in the near future. Until then, I decided to hide myself from Jake. I was doing a good job at it too - telling him that I wasn't feeling well when he'd attempt to undress me, or that I had a bad headache.

Eventually Jake began to notice and I felt so incredibly guilty from lying to him. I came up with excuses, assuring him that it wasn't his fault. But even with these tick layers of clothing, I'm sure he began to notice the incredibly size of my breasts. Sure, I hid them well within the thick layers of clothing I always had on, but it got to the point where either you'd think I was smuggling basketballs in my chest, or that I was pretty busty. Still, I stopped Jake from ever getting too close to the truth, even if this meant shooting him down whenever he got too affectionate.

At this point, I was at a whopping 30K cup. Behind Jake's back, I had to order custom made bras, just so I'd feel comfortable carrying these huge tits. I could barely see my toes without leaning forward - instead my eyes getting a view of perky, heavy tits whenever I'd look down. It wouldn't even be so bad if it weren't for the fact that they were so insanely sensitive!

"Just one more month..." I muttered, staring at my computer screen on one afternoon while Jake was out. "Just one more month until I can afford some reduction surgery."

I went out that night, smiling to myself over how this nightmare was going to be over. That in just a few more weeks, I could schedule an appointment with a surgeon to get these mammoth breasts reduced to something that I felt comfortable with. While I was with my friend, I couldn't help but wonder on whether I permanently damaged my marriage by being so cold for the past few months. After all, we went about half a year without so much as a passionate kiss. I made myself feel better about it all, by telling myself that I would explain everything to Jake once I got the reduction...

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The next morning, I was greeted by a gentle kiss on the cheek. I remember waking up with a warm smile on my face, seeing Jake smile back at me. It was probably the first time in weeks that I've seen him remotely happy. “There’s a new guy at work we’re having dinner with a client and I’m going to invite him home for a few drinks.” he said, with his tone of voice being just a tad bit nervous. In the back of my mind, I thought that maybe this was something promotion related? I wasn't happy of having a guest over, but if this was good for my husband (and indirectly me. Seeing as more money in our accounts meant that I could go ahead with the reduction soon), then I could muster up some courage and nod.

"Sure honey! I'll help out too."

The entire day I was nervous...

The realization that a stranger was coming over to our house made my body tremble a bit. Truth be told, I had developed a bit of agorophobia during the months in which I worked from home, hating the stares I got whenever I went out for too long. I thought of maybe heading out with my friends and pretending that I forgot about our guest...but then I remembered the slight nervous tone to Jake's voice.

As the hours passed back, I simply waited on my computer, up until I heard the locks move and my husband call out:

“Honey I’m home. I want you to meet my new co-worker.”

"Here goes nothing..." I thought to myself before I ventured downstairs, wearing a pair of jeans and a tight black blouse. Of course, it was buttoned up so I didn't show any cleavage...but the curvature around each breast showed that I was hiding some massive breasts underneath this layer of clothing. As I held onto the railing of the stairs, Jake called out:

“Honey I want you to meet Bill Carter. Bill this is my wife Ellie.”

I walked in towards him, noticing the handsome figure standing right by my husband. He extended his hand towards me, which I took and shook with a smile on my face. His strong grip held onto mine, slightly squeezing as I said: "It's so nice to meet you Bill! Can I get you anything?"

 

[Rocket1010]

I felt the warmth of your hand and held it for a moment longer than necessary as you asked if I wanted anything to drink. “It’s nice to meet you Ellie. Jake has told me so much about you.”

I quickly scanned your sweet welcoming smile and the way your long hair cascaded over your shoulders. But what held my attention, was your gorgeous huge tits hidden by the black blouse. But try as you might there was no way to cover them up completely.

“I’ll have a beer,” I say in a soft tone.

“I’ll have a beer too honey,” Jake chimed in.

As you turned and walked out of the foyer area to the kitchen I assume. I saw Jake smiling widely. “Didn’t I tell you she was stacked.”

“Yeah you did but the picture you carry around doesn’t do her justice. She has some very nice breasts and I’m going to enjoy playing with them.”

“Come on I’ll show you to the family room,” he said leading me through the living room, formal dining room and then into the family room. “We have a 52” flat screen television for watching movies and playing games. Ellie is quite good at Guitar Hero and I think it is her favorite video game.” He nudged my arm and winked like a kid. “Can you see the cameras?”

He was excited like a little kid with a big secret. I looked around, seeing how he hid the cameras in the corners. I was impressed and was about to tell him when you walked into the room with the beers.

I noticed your huge tits and the slimness of your waist and hips. The jeans you wore were skin tight and I loved the way your tight ass fit into them. I imagined my hands squeezing them while I sucked on those wonderful tits. And there was no doubt you took care of your body. As I took the beer from your hand I knew if Jake followed through with his plan and I played my cards right, I would be seeing them before the night was over.

When you handed me my beer I noticed you had a mixed drink. “Thank you, Ellie. You have a lovely home and I can see you have a real eye for decorating. What are you having to drink? It looks pretty good.”

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Okay, two beers coming up!"

Like I said earlier, it's been a long time since I've spoken to a stranger and although it would have seemed like no big deal to most people, the fact that I was out and about made me feel as if I achieved something with my day. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't planning on staying here for too long - I was planning on excusing myself and heading upstairs to lie down, or do something to pass the time until you would leave. Sure, you seemed like a nice guy, but I didn't think I was ready to mingle with someone from Jake's work!

"Maybe I should get myself something..." I thought to myself after I took out two beer bottles from the fridge. I hated the taste of beer, so I decided against taking one out for myself. Instead, I pulled out a bottle of coke, before mixing it with some rum. I took a sip, the taste somehow soothing my nerves already before I walked out, two bottles in one hand and my glass in the other. I caught sight of the both of you in the family room, right before entering and saying:

"Here you go."

“Thank you, Ellie. You have a lovely home and I can see you have a real eye for decorating. What are you having to drink? It looks pretty good.”

I smiled warmly at you before I replied "Thank you, I do my best", a slight chuckle escaping my lips before I eyed my drink. "Oh this? Just some rum and coke. I can make you a glass too if you want."

Glancing to my side my side, I saw that Jake was eyeing something on the shelf. Walking over, I took a look and saw Guitar Hero sticking out. I chuckled, before I glanced at you, saying "Oh my god, I love this game. Have you ever played it Bill?"

 

[Rocket1010]

I took a sip of my beer and smiled. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that Ellie when I finish this.” Taking another sip and seeing your lovely breasts so close to me that I wanted to reach out and touch them, no maul them. I swear they looked bigger than when I met you a few minutes ago.

Both Jake and I watched you stride to the bookshelf as if you spied something out of the ordinary. I glanced at Jake and he had a startled look on his face. But his facial expression turned to one of relief when you didn’t notice the small camera attached to the side of one of the supports.

We both smiled when you chuckled pulling out the Guitar Hero video game and turned to us with an excited smile asking if I ever played the game. “I’ve only played a couple of times but Jake here tells me you are a master at the game. I want to see you in action.”

Of course, the only real action I want is to get your tight fitting clothes off that splendid body and maul it. I was getting horny just thinking how nice it would be to have those big melons in my hands, slapping and squeezing them. You think I work in the investment world with your hubby but I wondered what you would say or do if you knew what I really did for a living, making producing porno films.

“Let me get it set up,” Jake called out, taking the video game from you and moving quickly to the big television. “You are going to be amazed at how good she is,” he said with his back to us, busy getting the game set up.

“I’m already amazed,” I said looking at you, smiling and then glancing down at your large chest. I saw your eyes follow mine and there was no way you didn’t get the double meaning.

Jake picked up the game controller that looked like a real guitar from the corner. I smiled sweetly and winked. “Ladies first. I can't wait to see how good you really are!” Taking another big sip of beer, wondering if you caught my real meaning. I thought the evening was getting off to a great start.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Well, I wouldn't know about master at the game..." I answered you a bit sheepishly, just as I looked at the cover at the game as if I were examining it. In reality, I was just thinking of maybe playing the game with you and my husband. I did enjoy it, although I played it by myself now - especially with Jake working more and more hours at the office, most likely caused by our straining marriage. I turned around to Jake and smiled, saying "Hey, remember when I was addicted to this game?" to which he simply nodded, as if he were in deep thought.

“Let me get it set up,” He said, quickly taking the game from me and heading towards the television screen. I stood there, baffled over how fast he was doing this. “You are going to be amazed at how good she is,”

I turned my gave to you and smiled back, before I caught your gaze looking down to my blouse. I immediately froze up and blushed a bit, realizing that you probably could notice how stretched out my blouse fabric was. I didn't say anything, but instead tried to think of an excuse to get out of here. Right before I could say anything, my husband picked up the game controller and handed it over to me.

“Ladies first. I can't wait to see how good you really are!”

"I don't know, it's been a while since I last played..." I said, feeling the plastic controller as I thought of a way out of this. But then I saw Jake's pleading eyes and I felt awful of how I was always brushing him and his outings off. Maybe a few rounds of Guitar Hero wasn't such a horrible since. "...But fine, watch me nail this song!"

The funny thing was trying to get the strap around my torso. The controller looked like a real guitar, so I needed to have to hang onto my by its strap. But my chest pushed the controller and I had a difficult time getting in a comfortable position. This meant having the strap between my breasts, pressing against both huge orbs. I blushed at the realization that you could probably see how big they were now, and thought to distract you by immediately choosing a song.

"Okay, I can totally get five stars on this difficulty...3...2...1!" I said excitedly, before I began playing - jumping in place as I got the rhythm down. Thankfully, because of my very supportive bra, my breasts weren't jumping all over the place, although it must have seemed a little strange for my husband to see them hugged so tightly, both from my blouse and the guitar strap. I focused on playing and in the end - a great score!

Sure, it was Normal mode, but I did was excited to see myself do well.

I laughed before I pointed at the second controller. "Okay Bill, see if you can beat that."

 

[Rocket1010]

I watch you take the plastic guitar from your hubby, looking at him as if you can’t believe he's asking you to play the game. But then something inside you must have taken over as you announce you want us to watch you nail this song.

When you put the strap of the plastic guitar over your shoulder, I enjoy watching you try to get comfortable. The strap pushes between your big tits enunciating their enormous size. When you look at me, I see the rosiness on your cheeks and feel my cock thicken a little at the thought of seeing them without any clothes to hide them.

I see the determination in your eyes as you get into the song, strumming to the beat while your blouse seems ready to burst open. When you get five stars I smile when you exclaim that it is a great score, telling me to pick up the second controller and see if I can beat your score.

“Well if we are competing, I'll have to play the same song as you so we can complete honestly.” I don’t mention I had played guitar when I was a kid and thought I could easily beat your score. But I want to reel you in slowly, not wanting you to quit but egg you on like a hustler.

I look at Jake, thinking he should make himself scare pretty soon. But I don't want him leaving just yet. Not until I have you hooked into a competition. I have a feeling that you are competitive and if I push the right buttons, well, the rest would take care of itself.

“Well let’s see what I can do with your song Ellie.” I wink and start the game, strumming to the same tune, careful to make a few mistakes that will ensure I lose. When the tune ends, I look at you and give you a big smile. "Ahh four stars Ellie. Looks like you beat me. How about we put a little wager on this one. If I lose I’ll get you another drink and if you lose you get me a drink. Preferably one with some stronger alcohol. What do you say Ellie? Up for a little challenge?”

“Come on Ellie you can beat him easily,” Jake announced.

We both wait for your decision and I have a feeling I hit a nerve inside you. Your competitive nerve. If you are up to the challenge, I'm sure it won't be long before the bets became more erotic after Jake is called away to the office.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Okay, sure. But if you haven't played before, you might have trouble beating my score." I replied to you with a big grin on my face. While I was incredibly shy, especially to a complete stranger like you, I still was a pretty damn competitive woman. I glanced at Jake, before I told him "Right? I mean, how many hours have I put into this thing?" - my husband quietly nodding and glancing back at you. For a second there, I thought that he was worried - maybe afraid that I was going to beat you at this game? I honestly couldn't tell.

“Well let’s see what I can do with your song Ellie.” he told me with a disarming wink, with a slight chuckle on my face as I began to watch you play. You weren't doing so well, so I figured that this must have been your first time playing. I was a bit surprised of this whole situation - not only was I communicating with a complete stranger, but I was having fun doing it. "The miracles of video games" , I thought to myself with a smile. Once the song ended, I was about to call it quits...or at least, before you began to push my competitive spirit with a small wager.

"Ahh four stars Ellie. Looks like you beat me. How about we put a little wager on this one. If I lose I’ll get you another drink and if you lose you get me a drink. Preferably one with some stronger alcohol. What do you say Ellie? Up for a little challenge?”

I didn't say anything, not knowing whether it was a good idea. Of course, I thought that it was a sure win for me - you didn't seem like you knew what you were doing and I was actually good at the game. On the flip side however, I didn't know if it was a good idea for me to continue playing and to continue beating you. I looked at my husband, as to know on whether I should continue. He gave me the green light by saying:

“Come on Ellie you can beat him easily,”

I looked back at you and said: "Okay, fine. I hope you're ready to get me a drink!"

...And I started a new song and I played.

I have to admit, I went a little easier on you this round - figuring that you wouldn't feel as bad if you just barely lost. I didn't want to make too easy though; at times I tensed up and flipped the control around, trying to nail certain parts of the song to get some extra points whenever I felt that I was doing too mediocre. He caused me to press against my breasts, straining my blouse - threatening to pop a button of my blouse. Thankfully, it didn't happen although I did feel myself get a little hot from my own tenacity.

Then it was your turn and I quickly found myself worried that you were going to win. An eventually that did happen - you scored more than me.

"No way! How?" I said with a chuckle, playing the good sport...although I did want to win the next round. "Okay, let me mix you up a rum and coke. Don't go anywhere! I want to get my revenge next round!"

I went off to the kitchen, making a drink while I began to think about you. Did you just pretend to do badly that time around? Maybe I needed to take the game more seriously, if I were to beat you the next round that I was sure you were willing to play. With your glass in my hands, I walked into the family room and handed it over to you, before putting the strap back on.

"Okay, new round! What's the wager this time hot shot?" I said with a teasing grin, feeling myself getting worked up over this stupid video game.

 

[Rocket1010]

I smile when you tell me to get ready to get you a drink. I feel I have hit the competitive chord inside you but the evening was still young and anything could happen to disrupt Jake’s and mine plans.

I watch you begin to play the next song, admiring your large breasts with every move, stretching the thin material of your blouse to the point of popping buttons. I also see your body tensing up a little, making you miss some crucial points. When your turn was over, I notice your breathing just got a bit harder. I give you a sweet smile as I start my game. It has been a long time since I’ve held a guitar but some things you never completely lose. When I see my score approaching yours and then easing past it, I ease off just a little, making a few crucial errors that I hope you don’t notice.

When you act in disbelief I laugh. “Live with it Ellie. Now run along and get the winner a drink,” I tease putting a little dig in my response hoping you are as competitive as I think you are. I get the impression you don’t like to lose. “Oh I’m not going anywhere Ellie. I plan to whip you again.” I yell, winking at Jake, as you walk out of the family room to the kitchen.

Jake looks at his watch and then at me. “It’s about time for me to make my exit. It’s seven o’clock and if I wait too much longer she might get suspicious.”

I chuckle “Let us play a couple more games and then you can make your exit.”

Jake chuckles like a little kid. “Ok.”

When you return, I grab my drink with two hands, purposely holding onto your hand a tad longer than necessary. I watch you put the guitar strap over your shoulder and give you a smug smile. "Thanks for bringing the winner his drink. I'll expect more of these later when I stomp you.” Nothing like a little shit-talk to bring out the competitive spirit. Taking a sip, I crunch up my face in mock horror. "Whoa you like to make these strong"

When you ask with a bit of swagger in your voice what the wager is this time and call me a hot shot, I know I’ve hit a nerve. I think for a moment, rubbing my hand over my chin. “Well let’s see. I already won a drink from the lovely lady. What can I take from her this time, something more valuable.” I want to say your bra but I only look at your enormous chest and then look at your face and give you a sweet smile, knowing you caught me staring.

“Well how about we play for money. Say twenty dollars a round. We'll play five rounds and whoever wins best three out of five wins the jackpot. One hundred dollar."

I see the questioning look on your face. “Hey that sounds like an easy bet honey. As much time you put into this video game it will be like taking candy from a baby,” Jake says in a taunting voice. Rising from the sofa, he pulls out his wallet. “Honey I’ll back you.” Pulling out five twenty-dollar bills, he put them on the coffee table. “You got this baby and when you win, I get half back. “How’s that sound?”

Jake and I look at you, waiting for an answer. I don't think you can refuse since it is Jake's money you would lose. If you go for it I know two things. After the second game, I’ll excuse myself and call Jake and get him the hell out of here. And when you win the jackpot, I will make you an offer I’m pretty sure you won’t refuse.