The Bet - Part 2

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Claire Harrison used her stylus to ink one last precise line on the concept art she was preparing for her client and pushed back from the screen to survey her work.

This client (a very well-known television actress, if you must know) wanted a clean, simple space for entertaining and daily living, and Claire had knocked it out of the park once again, if she did say so herself. The color palette, the artwork she had selected, the tasteful elegance of the furniture… it all blended into a seamless, perfect whole. She was sure the client would love it. A job this big would spread word of mouth about her burgeoning business.

Claire heard the door open and a faint smile crossed her lips. Dan was back from his “special mission”. Claire reached up to power down the monitor and go greet her husband, then paused and took one last moment to admire the clean lines of her concept art.

In a lot of ways, creating the perfect life was like designing a room. You had to choose all aspects of it to harmonize perfectly together. Last year, a rich, eccentric businessman she had been working with on designing a den had insisted that she include his favorite ratty old armchair in her design for the room. Claire ended up quitting the job over that very issue. You couldn’t have a harmonious, perfectly designed room with a ratty old armchair in it. And you couldn’t tolerate imperfections in your life either.

Zane was a ratty old armchair of a human being. That was why she had told Dan to drop him. Claire had spent years shaping and molding Dan into the perfect man for her (in the most loving way possible, naturally), and having a disgusting pornographer like Zane as a friend was one last stubborn rough spot on her husband that she was happy to sand off.

Claire left her studio and breezed into the kitchen, where Dan was looking through the mail, a distracted, almost worried look on his face. Claire’s eyes narrowed. He had told Zane that this was the last time they would be hanging out, right?

“Hey, babe,” she said cautiously, circling to the other side of the kitchen island and watching his face carefully. ‘So… How did it go? With Zane?’

Dan looked up, startled, his blue eyes flashing with some sort of intense emotion for a moment. Guilt? “Fine,” he said simply, his eyes darting away from hers. “Wasn’t as hard as I thought.”

Ok, something was definitely up. Claire reached across the table and grabbed one of her husband’s strong hands, her voice taking on a bit of an edge as she asked, “Dan… you did break off your friendship with him. Right?”

Dan sighed heavily, then lifted his eyes to meet hers with a grimace.

“Zane and I aren’t friends anymore,” he said heavily.

Claire saw it in his eyes. He was telling the truth. She felt the tension building inside her release. …Then she felt a twinge of guilt. She had maybe been a bit of a bitch about this issue. She knew that telling Dan to drop an old friend was a big ask. In many ways, Dan was wrapped around Claire’s little finger. She liked it that way. But she also loved her husband deeply, and tried not to abuse his devotion except when she considered it very important.

I mean, her career was taking off! What might happen if gossip got out that she had a sleazy pornographer as a friend of the family?

Claire circled around the counter to snuggle up to her husband, kissing him on the tender part of his neck just below his ear. Claire wouldn’t say she used sex as a reward to control Dan. That was far too crude a way to put it, and every relationship was a complex give and take.

But her husband had been a very good boy by doing something for her that was awkward and difficult, and was it wrong for a lady to want to show a little gratitude?

“Come on, honey,” she whispered in Dan’s ear, her delicate hand slipping down to palm the bulge already forming in his pants from the Pavlovian response to her kiss. “Let’s not think about him anymore. Follow me… I want to focus on us instead.”

Biting her lip, she tugged him by the hand toward the bedroom, watching with pleased amusement as his troubled expression melted into an eager smile.

…

Dan felt his lust and pulse surge, filling his body with needy heat as his wife kissed him hard. One of her hands snaked around his neck to pull him close as the other fell to the front of his pants, grasping and kneading there as her tongue eagerly slipped and slid wetly against his.

Claire was a woman who didn’t know how to take a back seat or let others take the lead, either in life or in the bedroom. But she loved him. She wanted him deeply, and he could feel that in the bruising force of her kiss, the urgency of her hand as it rubbed and squeezed at his throbbing crotch.

Claire might be a little… pushy at times, but she was also a red-hot sexual dynamo, and why nitpick a good thing?

Claire pushed him back onto the bed and stood above him with a sultry grin, reaching up to slowly tug her shirt over her head. She was initiating a teasing game they often played in bed: a sultry little striptease as foreplay. Dan knew his role in the game well. And was more than willing to play along. Dan unzipped his pants and shimmied his jeans down his hips, taking his cock in hand as he focused all of his attention on his smoking hot wife. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he murmured as his hand began slowly stroking up and down the length of his cock.

And she was. Claire’s eyes flashed with teasing green fire and a smile played on her full, pouty lips as she reached back to unclasp her bra. She was tall and curvy, with perfect pale skin and long, shining black hair. The type of woman that made men’s eyes pop out of the skulls and cocks wake up in their pants. But God fucking help you if she caught you staring where you shouldn’t. There was only one man whose eyes Claire welcomed. Only one man that she showed off for, and he was stroking his cock appreciatively at the sight right now.

Claire shrugged the cute, lacy bra down off her shoulders and tossed it away, thrusting forward her chest a little to display her exquisite breasts. They were full, round, and heavy, with large, sensitive pink nipples that puffed up with desire whenever they made love. There was a little black beauty mark on her left breast, just to the bottom left of the nipple, that always drew Dan’s eye. He knew that hundreds of men had pictured his wife naked, but he also knew that they got the image wrong. He knew about that beauty mar and they didn’t: a sweet little secret that was only for Claire and him.

“Beautiful?” asked Claire in a raspy bedroom voice, raising an eyebrow. “Am I?” Her eyes fixed on her husband’s cock as he pumped his hand up and down… worshiping her beauty, intoxicated by the very sight of her. Dan wasn’t sure why Claire loved this teasing game so much… a kinky exhibitionist streak that was unsafe to indulge in elsewhere? The sense of power from being the source of Dan’s pleasure? Sheer vanity? But he didn’t mind one bit. His hand pumped faster as he saw Claire bite her lip, her nipples growing stiffer. They fed off each other’s crackling sexual energy as Claire popped open the button on the front of her capris and hooked her thumbs through the waistband. “Well… don’t stop there, big boy,” she purred. “Keep talking. How beautiful am I?”

“A Queen,” breathed Dan, his eyes staring hungrily as Claire turned away with a smokey glance over her shoulder, bending low as she shed her pants to display her thick, juicy ass and the tiny panties wedged deep between her full cheeks. “Your beautiful round ass…” Claire slipped the tiny panties down to her slim ankles and kicked them gracefully away, turning back around toward her husband.

“Your perfect breasts…” he groaned. She laughed and bounced on her feet a little, making them jiggle for him. Then his eyes slid down, over her wide, feminine hips, between her thick thighs. To his favorite part of her body. His territory. Her puffy little pussy, topped with a thin, close-cropped patch of dark pubic hair and currently hot and oozing with desire from their arousing foreplay ritual.

“And your tight, juicy c-...”

“Hey now,” she cut in, her voice still warm, but with a stern undercurrent. “Let’s not get carried away, mister. I love dirty talk, but let’s stay polite, shall we?”

“Your tight, juicy pussy,” amended Dan sheepishly.

“Better,” said Claire approvingly, reaching down to lazily rub between her lips, sending a light squishing noise and the smell of her arousal spreading through the room. “Now get the condom, Dan. I want to show you how proud I am of you.”

Dan reached to the bedside table and rapidly unwrapped a condom, rolling it down his cock as his wife mounted the bed, coming for him on her hands and knees. He wasn’t thrilled about the fact that they still used condoms, but he had lost that battle long ago. More accurately, Claire had told him she didn’t care if he wanted to go bareback, but she didn’t plan to alter the rest of their sexual routine if he did… and that had settled that argument.

Dan lay back, his heart pulsing with love and lust as Claire swung a thick thigh over him, taking her favorite position.

Dan had had his wife in all sorts of positions, of course: she was absolutely willing, and even enthusiastic to indulge in experimentation with him. But she made no secret that cowgirl was her favorite. On top. In charge. Setting the pace. It just fit too well with her personality. Dan didn’t mind that it was the default for them at this point; She was fucking good at it.

His hands rose to grip her wide, squishy hips as she planted a knee on either side of him, staring up at her perfect femininity in awe. God, she was so fucking hot. Soft and feminine in all the right places, lean and toned elsewhere. The perfect woman. And all his. All his, no matter what that little douchebag tries.

Claire reached beneath her and positioned her husband’s cock, dragging its latex-clad surface up her slit and just barely inserting its swollen head into her tight, wet opening.

“Fuck me, big boy,” she whispered, as her hips sunk down, taking him to the hilt. Dan squeezed his eyes shut and let out a hot, shuddering breath as he sank into his wife’s warm, welcoming depths. Her hips began moving in slow, sensual, liquid movements, her inner muscles gripping and milking rhythmically as she worked.

“I love you…” said Claire above him, low and sweet. Her heavy, hanging breasts swayed and bounced tantalizingly in front of Dan’s eyes as her hips pumped up and down his cock. “My good boy. My strong man, doing what needs to be done for our family, even when it's hard. I may be a Queen, but every Queen needs her…”

“... King,” grunted Dan, gripping his wife’s wide hips with greedy fingers and beginning to thrust harder up into her.

Claire chuckled, plucking Dan’s hands from her hips and pinning them on either side of his head, her fingers twining through his. “... her consort,” she said with a smoky, teasing edge in her voice. Her hips moved harder and faster now, her pussy squeezing his cock like a silky vice. “Are you going to cum for me, honey?” she asked heatedly.

Although she clearly had a lot of fun with cowgirl, this part of their encounters was really about Dan’s needs. Claire never came from penetrative sex. She had spelled that out frankly to Dan early on in their relationship. She never had from any previous boyfriends, and she wouldn’t with Dan either. Some girls just didn’t. Sex felt great, was lovely for bonding, and was a lot of fun, but Claire was one of those ladies who needed other types of stimulation to climax.

The downside was that Dan didn’t get to experience his wife cumming all over his cock. The upside was that during their penetrative sex, Claire was very focused on making sure that he had as much fun as possible, knowing she would get hers later.

“Yes,” he gasped, feeling his orgasm rushing toward him with the unstoppable force of a runaway train. “God, Yes. I’m going to fucking cum!”

“Quick shot today,” commented Claire with a chuckle. “Guess I really am as beautiful as you say… Cum for me, honey. Cum for your Queen.” Then she leaned down and pinned him to the bed with a kiss, her hips swirling and humping on his cock, pulling out all the stops to send him hurtling into a mind-melting orgasm.

His toes curled, his hips strained. Dan felt like his soul was practically leaving his body as powerful pulses of thick, potent sperm fired from his cock… and into the latex surrounding it. Above him, Claire watched his face with loving satisfaction.

Another job well done. And now that she had held her husband down and milked him dry, it was her turn to have some fun.

Claire rolled over so that she was now beneath her husband and spread her legs as he pulled out of her swollen, dripping pussy, his filled condom dangling from his softening cock. She pulled Dan back into a forceful, searing kiss… then pushed his head down her body, trailing kisses as he went.

“My turn,” she said, her voice thick with lust.

Dan had become an expert on eating pussy over the years. He had needed to in order to qualify as the perfect man for Claire. Because, while Claire couldn’t climax by getting fucked by a cock, she could definitely cum from a skilled tongue slithering over her clit. Loudly, wetly, and enthusiastically. It had become their standard routine: a little teasing foreplay, some wild sex to get Dan off and warm her up, and then a tender cunnilingus session to bring Claire to climax.

“Good boy,” moaned Claire as Dan gripped her thighs, kissing and slurping noisily as he began to feast between her legs. “Very, very good boy.”

…

The email came in later that evening, as Dan and Claire were sprawled out comfortably on the couch. Dan was absentmindedly rubbing Claire’s legs in his lap while focused on the TV show they were supposedly watching together. Calire, as usual, was catching up on some work emails, because it never fucking stopped when you ran a business like hers.

Claire didn’t handle initial business inquiries. Her assistant Perlah fielded all of the requests for Claire’s services and selected only the most promising before sending them along to her boss. So any email about a potential job offer in Claire’s inbox was automatically a good potential prospect.

This one definitely looked good. At the stage Claire was in with her business right now, she had two types of clients. Some were prestige clients, like the actress she was currently designing a living room for. Taking these kinds of jobs built her portfolio and her reputation, but weren’t actually that good for her bottom line. It wasn’t that famous people were stingy or cheap… but Claire was always forced to got the extra mile with materials and work hours to make sure she gave her prestigious clients the best experience possible, and that cost money.

The other kind of client were the cash cows. Nouveau riche idiots with questionable taste who were willing to pay anything she asked in order to bring in the hot designer who worked for celebrities. With this type of client, she could turn in competent, but low-efffort designs and not need to waste much time with revisions or feedback.

Her business needed both types of clients currently, and it had been a while since she had landed a cash cow. This request seemed straight forward and easily accomplished: a redesign of a bedroom in one of the tacky McMansions up in the hills. The potential client was willing to pay an amount that Claire would have considered borderline robbery if she had suggested it first. It was perfect. A simple little job that would fit into her schedule and pay well. She was about to snap of an email to Perlah telling her to proceed with the paperwork when she saw the name of the client.

She must have made a sound of displeasure, because Dan looked over from the TV with a worried expression. “Everything ok?” he asked curiously.

“Fine,” said Claire with a frown, her mind whirling furiously. Zane. Why would her husband’s slimeball ex-friend want to hire her to design a room for him? She was under no illusions that this was a coincidence. Based on the timing, he must have requested her services shortly after his lunch with Dan concluded.

Was is some sort of attempt to butter her up and get her to change her mind about Dan being friends with him? That was annoying. Maybe it was a petty power play… “You don’t want to associate with me? Fine. Now you work for me.” She could see that. Some men just couldn’t take a slight to their ego. Maybe the simplest and safest solution would be to tell Perlah it was a no-go and let her deal with the polite rejection.

But fuck that. Why give the little worm the satisfaction of thinking she was scared? She would take his money, and simply ignore any game he was playing. If he was hoping to get on her good side, he would soon find that a professional and a personal relationship were very different things to Claire Harrison. And if he wanted to order her around like a servant, she would just terminate the contract and keep his deposit money. Either way, she won.

Claire scoffed and looked up at her husband with a confident smirk.

“Looks like you’re finished with Zane… but I’m just getting started.”

…

Dan listened to his wife’s breezy, dismissive explanation of how Zane was planning to hire her for some design work feeling a creeping sense of dread.

So that was Zane’s game. Get Claire alone with him again and again over time by hiring her. Not a terrible plan, although Zane was still wildly underestimating Claire. The whole thing was making Dan more and more nervous. Not that Zane would somehow actually succeed, but that he would get caught up in the fiery aftermath of Claire’s rage when she realized what Zane was attempting.

No, there was no possible way Zane could actually successfully make a move on Claire… right? It was ludicrous. But it did make Dan uncomfortable that Zane seemed so confident.

Well, if he was feeling nervous, why not… even the playing field a little? Zane had never said that Dan couldn’t work against him behind the scenes. Maybe there was something he could do to ruin Zane’s schemes and subtly work against him. Dan thought about it carefully as Claire explained how much money Zane was offering for the simple job…

Option A: Working in City Hall, Dan had the opportunity to talk to a lot of cops. The other week, some of the detectives had been telling him about surveillance software that you could install on a cellphone that would allow you to remotely access the microphone and camera. If Dan could install software like that on his wife’s phone, he could secretly monitor her meetings with Zane, gather information, and counteract whatever schemes Zane tries to pull when he got Claire one-on-one. This plan had the advantage of being very subtle and secret, but it was also a huge violation of Claire’s privacy.

Option B: Claire would obviously find Zane’s philosophy of all women being sluts utterly repugnant. Why not tell her about it? Describing Zane’s horrible misogynistic attitude would no doubt put Claire off of Zane even further and maybe make her more wary of any approaches he might make.

Option C: No half-measures. No sneaking around. Just tell her. Admit the truth about the bet that he made with Zane. Claire would no doubt go ballistic, at him as well as Zane, but it would sink any chance of Zane succeeding. Maybe if Claire can calm down, they could even work together to win the bet and claim that fully-funded honeymoon.