just a fantasy
We had just finished a great meal at a steak house in Atlantic City along with a bottle of good wine. My wife looked great, like always. She was wearing the short red skirt that I loved because it showed off her great legs, along with a low-cut print blouse that allowed a good view of her 36D’s and slender hips. She was not a big drinker, but tonight she held her own with me. She was a little tipsy as we left the restaurant and headed onto the casino floor. We did not have a good night gambling so we decided to hang out for a while at the bar located in the center of the casino. She had another glass or two of wine and I commented on how great she looked. “Please,” she said, “I’m over 48. I never look great anymore.” Of course I disagreed and a friendly argument ensued with kidding back and forth. “You can have any man in here if you wanted to,” I said. Finally, I offered her a wager. “I’ll leave you at the bar for 15 minutes, and I bet someone will try to pick you up.” Perhaps it was the wine, or maybe she was just hot from the conversation, but she agreed. “What do I win if no one does?” she asked. “Whatever you want,” I replied. “What about you? What do you win?” “Whatever I want,” I answered. She laughed and said, “This could get interesting.” I left her at the bar and positioned myself outside where I could still see her, but she could not see me. I waited.
It didn’t take long. Within 5 minutes a tall gentleman dressed in jeans came and sat next to her. He appeared about 10 years younger than her and in good shape. After a minute or two he struck up a conversation. I could not hear what they were talking about, but there was quite a few smiles and laughter between them. He then whispered something in her ear and while leaning over put his hand on her leg just above the knee. To my amazement, she did not remove it and they continued talking. After a minute or so longer she excused herself and got up to leave. As she did so, he also rose and again whispered something in her ear and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She left the bar area and headed onto the casino floor. I met up with her pretending to be walking back to the bar. “How did it go?” Her reply was short, “You win.” “Tell me about it,” I asked. She gave me a brief description of events, leaving out the kiss, and said, “I can’t believe he tried to pick me up. He has to be 10 years younger than me and could have had one of the younger girls there if he wanted.” “I guess you looked better,” was the only reply I had. “Or hornier,” she answered with a chuckle. “Where you tempted?” I asked jokingly. “Not with you coming back in a few minutes,” she laughed. I told her, “I could have waited a while longer if you wanted me to.” She laughed again and asked, “Well, you won the bet. What do you want?” My answer was quick. “I want you to go back to the bar and flirt with him again,” I replied. “You can’t be serious!” “Of course I’m serious. You lost the bet and that is what I want. I want you to sit with him again and I’ll sit on the opposite side of the bar and watch.” It seemed to finally dawn on her that all the fantasies I’ve told her about while making love were not just fantasies. I truly wanted them to happen. She looked shocked and a little scared but I thought this great an opportunity might never present itself again. Finally she told me, “I’ll sit with him and flirt for a while, but that’s it! Then you can take me up to our room and fuck me because by then I’ll need it.”
