Rosa calls out the tempo change as the music pumps up to a crescendo. She knows the tracks by heart, knows where the drops are, knows when to get the girls ready to go flat-out until the end of the tune. It feels good, like being the director of a dance company, watching them all fall into line as she calls the changes. Just for the devilment of it, she changes up the routine halfway through the last song, going hard until her lungs were bursting for air. The music dies away and her head comes up, a flush of pride that most of the class had kept up with her.
"Smashing it!" she calls as she clicks the spin cycle into freewheel. "Just spin the legs now, get that lactic acid out."
She can't lie, it feels good. Here, in the spin studio everything always went to plan. She was the queen and she always got what she wanted. Coming down off the adrenaline high, she finds that she can even think positively about what was going on with her own body. The first run, the spa weekend, had turned out to be a dud, but there were more cycles. They'd graduated from menstrual timing apps and vitamin pills. This was prime time, and eventually it would bear results. For the first time since they'd started the journey, Rosa finally feels like they would win this.
"Nice work," she says to the dark-haired girl. She's the same girl who had triggered all those feelings months ago when she'd asked about getting back her pre-baby body. Her name is Anya and now she's just another person in the class. Rosa can visualise herself in the other woman's place, working hard to tone herself after eight months of carrying around another human being. Just a matter of time.
"Thanks," she replies, "I thought you were trying to kill us there at the end."
"Didn't though. Makes you stronger."
Anya laughs as she heads through the door. Rosa watches her approach a blonde woman who is waiting for her by the reception desk, sees them exchange a few words and then kiss. She turns back to her spin cycle and begins to wipe down the seat with her towel.
Aidan comes in later. He has the morning off on Wednesdays but always helps her to close up. It's nice to be alone with him in the dark after they shut all the machines down and turn off the lights. She hugs him close to her at the door.
"What's that for?" Aidan asks.
"Nothing. Because. You objecting?"
Aidan shakes his head. "No. Just, uh."
She can see that he's trying to process it. Sometimes, she would let him struggle, but today she feels better than that.
"I feel okay, honestly."
"You sure?"
"Sure."
She pecks him on the cheek to emphasise.
"Hey," she continues, "We need to talk about the next."
Aidan opens the door so that she can step through, and then locks the gym up.
"Let's do that in the car," he says.
Rosa isn't in any hurry. She follows him across the car park and gets in the passenger side as usual. Once they're on the road, she starts to talk.
"So, I was thinking. How about we do it a little differently this time around?"
Aidan's weaving through heavy traffic, only partially listening.
"Uh huh."
"How about we combine the bet with the payoff this time?"
Aidan changed lanes, gesturing at the guy behind in the rear-view mirror.
"Sure. Like what?"
"I thought we could invite some people around to ours and play a game."
"Like what? Cluedo? Who are you thinking of?"
"I was thinking Ant and Theo. And maybe Arly?"
"Dunno if Ant and Theo are into board games."
"No, not board games. Card games."
The traffic grinds to a halt. Aidan turns to face his wife.
"As I said, like what? Poker?"
"Nearly."
Aidan's eyes widen and he sputters, "Oh fuck. Really?"
"Arly'd be up for anything, and you know Ant, right. Theo would go along with whatever his boyfriend does. Five's a good number. We'd do cocktails or something, give everyone a bit of Dutch courage."
"Hold on. So how does this work into the bet?"
"Whichever of us loses gets pulled off to bed to be fucked."
"So if Arly loses? Bearing in mind she'd probably go naked without the card game?"
"Uh, just between us two. Even if we have to carry on ourselves."
"Um, technically we're just having sex together. No-one loses."
"Ah, not quite. The loser gets to be led out of the room in the nude by the winner with our friends sitting there watching. Whatcha think?"
Aidan thinks for a moment. "So if I lose, I get to be paraded naked to the bedroom, with all our friends staring at my junk?"
"Ant's seen your junk before, way back. Since before technically it was classifiable as junk."
"So, wait, that was skinny-dipping when we were kids. He hasn't seen it recently. Theo definitely hasn't."
"Is that a problem?"
"Uh, yeah."
Rosa chuckles.
"What?"
"It's more of a problem for Ant," Rosa said, "If his boyfriend gets to see your equipment."
"That's pretty crude."
"Just saying."
"Saying what?"
"You're bigger."
Aidan is torn between threading through the traffic and navigating the conversation with his wife.
"How the fuck would you know? Is there something you want to tell me?"
Rosa grins and pats her husband's thigh.
"Just based on probabilities. I'm just saying you weren't my first, but there's a reason you're my last."
---
Rosa arranges it all for the next Thursday night, again dictated by the cycle. Realising she'd talked a big game with no way to back it up, she'd gone to Arly first and got her onside. Arly was between boyfriends and her generally rebellious nature, plus the promise of some party favours, had swung her around to the idea. Once she was locked in, Anthony was an easy catch. He was Aidan's best buddy from school and they'd been up to all kinds of shit over the years. Being invited to play strip poker by his friend's wife was probably towards the tame end. Still, Rosa can feel the butterflies in her stomach as eight o'clock comes around.
Arly arrives first, sporting a blonde bob with a purple streak. Anthony and Theo arrive twenty minutes late and Rosa senses friction. She directs everyone to the kitchen table and Aidan sets up a round of cocktails.
Theo looks around the table nervously. "So," he begins, "How does this work?"
Aidan gestures towards Rosa and says, "Rosa has the plan. I'll let her deal."
Rosa feels all eyes on her.
"First, we eat. I have pizza on approach. There's beer and wine in the fridge, or you can mix more cocktails, so help yourselves. Uh, I also have some other stuff."
Rosa glances at Arly, who smiles.
"It's from before we started trying, but, um, that shit doesn't have a best before date, right?"
"Cool," Theo interjects, "But, uh, I mean, what are the rules? For when we're done with pizza and we've raided your stash?"
Silence descends. Aidan is looking at her too, an amused twinkle in his eye. Either way, he's getting laid because tonight's the night. He's just enjoying watching his wife squirm. She takes a deep breath and straightens her shoulders.
"Let's keep it simple. Five card draw. Two rounds. You can change as many cards in your hand as you like. The ante is an item of clothing. Worst hand has to take it off."
Anthony smiles. "So, so long as we're not absolutely shit we get to keep our clothes."
"Not quite. You can't fold. So if you're holding shit, there's no way out."
"Fair," Arly interjects.
Theo looks at her. "Really? So, like, are you wearing five sets of underwear?"
"That's a real personal question. But no. One set of underwear."
"But you're a girl."
"Fuck, yes. So I am."
"So you have two items of underwear."
"So you just better be less shit than me at picking five cards."
Arly smirks at Theo, daring him to go again.
The doorbell rings.
Aidan gets up. "That'll be the pizza," he says.
Rosa also gets up and goes into the bedroom. She has her stash in a ziplock bag in her underwear drawer. Her previous life; these days she doesn't even touch beer, let alone this stuff. She returns to the kitchen and deposits it on the table.
"Help yourself. Mi casa, su casa."
Arly picks up the bag. "Fuck yeah," she says.
---
Rosa helps Aidan clear the table. He's found a pack of cards and is busy shuffling the deck. Under the table, she rests her hand on his leg. Aidan looks at her and smiles, and it feels like a lark, some stupid prank from their early twenties.
Arly is laughing, talking about penis sizes with Anthony, having already made her way through most of her first joint. She'd made a face when Rosa insisted she smoke next to the open window to prevent secondary inhalation but Arly had relented. Arly knows the score with the fertility treatments, but it still makes Rosa feel strange and excluded as she watches her friend smoking her stash while trying not to breathe it in herself.
Anthony has gone the vodka route. Theo sips a red wine, watching his boyfriend warily. It's strange, Rosa thinks. Theo had always seemed to be the more outgoing type, but when push came to shove, he was much more conservative than she thought he'd be. In a strange way, she realised that he was the threat in this game: both she and Aidan were abstaining whereas Arly and Ant were going to be blind by halfway through. Theo could be quite the challenge; or, Aidan could deal her the worst hand in the world and no amount of strategy would help. Aidan taps the pack on the table to get everyone's attention and deals everyone five cards.
"Let's go," he says.
The game is a car crash for the first dozen hands. Rosa can't catch a break, turning in five cards and getting five equally bad ones back. The others aren't faring much better, as if no-one understands the strategy. A dozen quick rounds in, and everyone has some pieces of clothing missing, even Aidan, the self-styled master card shark.
Rosa watches Anthony closely, seeing the way that he's overplaying his hand, asking for more drink, but all the while the eyes are tracking the game closely. Theo is already down to just his jeans and Arly, despite her early bravado, is sitting in her bra and panties clutching her hand nervously and one more loss away from serious exposure.
"Five aces," she announces, ironically, as she lays down a jumble of cards with a single queen high.
"Pair of fours," Aidan says, and adds, "Thanks, you saved me. I thought I was cooked this time."
Rosa has a king, Anthony has two queens. Theo rocks back in his chair.
"Whatcha got, hon?" Anthony asks.
"Fuck," Theo growls.
"Just a jack?"
"Nah. Worse than that."
Theo lays down a royal flush.
"Holy actual fuck," Anthony gasps.
"What a waste," Theo counters. "I'll never get that again in a million years. All to beat a pair."
Arly huffs. "Spare a thought for the poor fucker with the queen."
uiet descends on the table and all eyes lock onto her.
"Nah, right. Yeah. Don't worry."
Arly reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra. She slips off the shoulder straps and deposits it on the floor on top of the pile of her other clothing. Her shoulders go back, thrusting her bare breasts forward. They are much bigger than Rosa's, sitting high on her chest with her large, dark nipples jutting out. Rosa would have killed to have a chest like that. Arly looks around the faces, making no attempt to hide herself.
"Irony is, only one person at the table appreciates the artistry," she smiles sardonically at Aidan, then looks at Rosa, "Unless you're turning."
Rosa can feel Aidan shift uncomfortably in his seat.
"What do ya think?" Arly continues, and shakes her breasts, making them wobble.
Aidan smiles and replies, "Let's compare after the next round."
Rosa stiffens. "Big call. I still have my jeans on."
"Two rounds then."
Despite her best efforts, Rosa loses the next round. She's angry with herself but also with Aidan for predicting it. Defiantly, she stands up and slides her jeans down to her ankles, revealing lacy black panties to match her already exposed bra. It feels strange to stand there in just her underwear in front of her friends, but there's also another feeling beyond it, as her gaze settles on her husband. His eyes are burning now, and she can feel herself responding to his unremitting gaze, to his desire. Despite it all, she's been put on display in front of these people and it's making her feel good.
Eventually she sits down and, as nonchalantly as she can, she asks Aidan to deal the next hand. She's doing better than Arly and Anthony, both left with just enough underwear to cover their crotches, but not by much. Like the hand of fate, Aidan deals the next set of cards as Arly leans forward over the table to drink her wine, breasts swinging free. Her eyes shift over to Rosa's husband. Rosa watches Aidan carefully out of the corner of her eye, but Aidan's pretending very hard not to notice Arly's assets.
Aidan deals five cards. Rosa picks hers up and groans, realising too late that everyone else at the table would have heard it. Aidan raises an eyebrow.
"What?" Rosa asks.
"Uh, your turn. How many cards do you wanna ditch?"
Rosa drops her hand to the table. "All of them," she says. "New cards please."
Aidan's face is impassive as he deals her five replacement cards. She picks them up and tries to maintain a poker face. Aidan continues around the table, then deals his own.
"Okay," he announces, "Show."
Rosa watches pairs appear. Aidan flips over his to reveal an ace high.
"Babe, whatcha got?" he asks.
"Ten high."
It's humiliating, knowing that she needs to bear her breasts to everyone. It doesn't matter that there's only one person at the table into girls, and it's her husband. She unhooks her bra and begrudgingly exposes her pert breasts to everyone, then makes eye contact with each one of them in turn, silently daring them to comment.
"Ah," Anthony says, "So I was right."
Flushing with embarrassment, Rosa hisses, "Right? About what?"
Anthony has the nerve to look her in the eye and smile. "That November shot on your socials. I always said it was photoshopped."
Theo snorts, sputtering out his drink. Arly titters.
"Oh, you are a twisted fuck," Rosa exclaims, folding her arms to try and somehow hide herself from view.
Rosa seeks comfort in Aidan's face, exquisitely aware of how exposed she feels. But instead of reassurance, Aidan discreetly holds up one finger. One more loss and the bet was his. Like an irresistible force of nature, Aidan begins to deal the next round.
The mood around the table becomes tense. Aidan and Theo are safe for this round, but the other three players are down to their last item. Losing would mean bearing all. Reluctantly, Rosa picks up her cards. Jack high. Aidan nods towards her and she lays four cards down. He deals replacements, and she receives another jack. Rosa feels a flush of excitement, sucking in a quick breath that makes her pert breasts bob.
She watches the other players intently as they lay their hands down. Theo has three threes. Arly has two aces. Anthony drags it out but finally lays down two queens. She lays down her cards and her eyes turn towards her husband. Aidan surveys her hand grimly and then lays down his cards one by one. A six, a seven, a ten, a king. He holds the last card in his hand, teasing her, his expression unreadable as he turns it. A king.
Rosa's stomach clenches as she realises that despite the pair of jacks she's somehow lost the hand. She scans the faces of the other players, seeing amusement and relief.
"Well, that's shit," Anthony exclaims, slurring his words slightly. "Show us your pussy."
For a long moment, Rosa doesn't move. Her eyes lock onto her husband, appealing to him silently.
"I guess that's the game," Aidan replies. He looks at Rosa. "Once you've taken off your panties."
The words hit her like a blow, and she realises that Aidan isn't faking it. He really means to put her on display in front of their friends. Reluctantly, she stands up. Burning with shame, she begins to pull her panties down, revealing her naked crotch.
"Shaved?" Arly asks, nonchalantly, "Or waxed?"
"Waxed," Aidan replies, as if Rosa can't answer for herself. "I waxed her myself."
Arly had the nerve to lean in close to Rosa's crotch, staring.
"You did a good job," she replies, "Not a hair."
Rosa stands stock still, gripped by humiliation as her friend inspects her naked body. She just needs it to be over. Her eyes lock on her husband's, imploring him.
"I guess that's the end of the game," Aidan says.
Theo nods enthusiastically, "Yep. I guess we have a loser."
Aidan makes a show of gathering the cards up and putting them back into their box, while Rosa stands there. He takes his time, stretching the moment out. Their friends take that as their cue to begin to put their clothes on and get ready to leave. Rosa bends down to pick up her panties.
"No," Aidan says.
Rosa looks at him, wide-eyed.
"Not you. You lost, remember?" he tells her.
Rosa's hand curls around her panties, but she makes no move to put them on.
Aidan leans forwards, whispering into her ear. "Good."
She watches everyone else get dressed and head towards the front door. Aidan is chatting casually to them as he opens the door, thanking them for a good night. All the while Rosa is forced to stand next to him, still naked, kissing their friends goodbye while trying to avoid brushing them with her exposed breasts. Finally, Aidan closes the door.
"Well," he begins, "This has been fun."
Rosa fumes silently, standing naked in front of the closed door. "Easy for you to say. You didn't have to show your private parts to all our friends."
"If it had gone the other way," Aidan says, "I would have had to stand up naked in front of four people who very much have an interest in penises. You got the easy ride. I was the only one interested in seeing you bare all."
Aidan takes her hand and leads his wife back to the kitchen. Rosa can see the bulge in his underwear as he tidies the glasses into the sink. Once that's done, he picks up the pack of cards but instead of putting them back into their box, he begins to shuffle them.
"What're you doing?" Rosa askes.
"Want to go again?"
"I'm already stark naked. What are we playing for?"
Aidan deals five cards for her and five for himself.
"Pride," he says.
"So, if I win, you strip?"
"Uh huh."
"But what if you win again?"
Aidan begins to grin.
"We're now playing the high rollers table," he says, "I get to put clothing back on."
Rosa snorts, "So each time I lose, you get dressed?"
"No babe. I get to dress you."
Rosa stares at her husband, trying to read his expression but can't get past his poker face or that grin. All she knows for sure is that prominent bulge in his underwear; whatever he has planned has got him all fired up. She feels an illicit thrill, standing naked under his penetrating gaze, being dared to put more on the line.
"High stakes," she murmurs, leaning forward over the table, putting her breasts on display. "I'll look forward to unwrapping your package."
"How about we do three rounds rather than two? Better chances of a good hand."
Rosa blinks, trying to work out the pros and cons. Aidan seems reasonable, as if he's giving her a chance, but she can't dispel the nagging doubt that this is some kind of trap.
"Sure," she replies, mustering her bravado, "Less talking, more doing. Let's go."
After two rounds she has a pair of eights. She drops three cards and Aidan deals her replacements. A pair of tens.
"Liked that, huh?" Aidan remarks.
"No. Why?"
"You have a tell."
"Do not. What is it?"
"The way your tits jiggle when you get excited. Or are you just trying to distract me?"
"Play. Let's see what you got."
In answer, Aidan flips over his cards, showing a pair of kings. Rosa's heart races.
"Now I get to throw away," Aidan reminds her.
She'd forgotten he still had his third round to play. He keeps the kings and deals three more cards, face up. A six, then an ace. Aidan picks the next card and looks at it.
"Wait here," he says.
"Why? Just show me the card!"
But Aidan is already walking past her to the door. With his open hand, he places the card on the skin of her cleavage. She looks down. A king. Three of a kind. She turns, but Aidan is already gone.
Rosa has to wait a couple of minutes, leaning up against the kitchen table, arms folded defensively over her pert breasts, looking down at herself. She feels utterly naked without pubic hair, waiting for Aidan to unveil his surprise. She hears a noise and looks up.
Aidan is standing in the doorway, rustling a white delivery satchel.
"I ordered this a while back. Seems like the opportune moment."
She watches him rip the white parcel open. He empties the contents into his hands and tosses the empty parcel theatrically over his shoulder. Her eyes go from his hands to his face. He's grinning, but predatorially, like he's a step ahead and Rosa has nowhere to run. He shakes the garment out, letting it unfurl from his fingers. It's a black nylon body stocking.
"Oh, no way. You can just get...."
"Ah ah," Aidan interjects, shaking the material gently so that it ripples. "Rules."
"When did you think you were gonna give me that?"
"I can hear you talking, but can't see you doing."
He holds it up against her body. She can feel the sheer material against her breasts and arms.
"Reckon I got the fit just right."
Aidan presses the garment against her, appraising it. Rosa doesn't move. She's seething inside, astonished that her husband would make her wear such a thing. She can see that the crotch is cut out, which somehow makes it even worse.
"Don't you like it?" Aidan asks, acting like she's hurt his feelings.
"Like it? It's practically pornographic."
"Let me be the judge of that. Go on, put it on."
There's something in Aidan's tone. It's not a request, it's an instruction. She can see something surfacing in his eyes, something primal. She wants to tell him to get fucked, but the words catch in her throat. Instead, the silence drags out. Aidan isn't backing down, but neither is Rosa.
Aidan sinks to his knees in front of her and Rosa is caught off guard, wondering what he's doing. She watches him wrap one of his strong hands around her ankle and lift her foot off the floor. She shifts her bodyweight to counter him, but Aidan's arm muscles lock, holding her foot in place and reminding her just how strong he is. He begins to feed the stocking material over her foot and then lets her win, but it's too late now. Her foot is wrapped in nylon and he's pulling the rest of the material up her calf. His hands go to the other ankle and lift. Rosa contemplates fighting it, but he's already slipped her foot into the nylon. He drops her foot back to the floor again.
Rosa watches, unmoving, as Aidan shimmies the sheer fabric up her body, wrapping her legs in shiny black nylon. He tugs the material up over her bottom and she feels the sheer fabric lifting and shaping the curves of her backside. He pulls the body stocking up to envelope her waist and Rosa can feel its tightness against her skin, everywhere except for between her legs and the crease of her bottom. Somehow it makes her feel even more naked to be exposed like that.
Aidan stands up, taking one of her arms from over her breasts and threading it into the sleeve. Rosa doesn't resist, watching his face as he delicately and gently dresses her in the slinky black material. He feeds her other arm through the waiting sleeve and tugs the stocking up to cover her breasts. Without saying a word, he grasps her shoulders and turns her around. Rosa hears the zip closing and feels the body stocking tighten around her chest, constricting her breasts and shaping them into soft, delightful cleavage. His hand stops at her neck, and she's dressed.
"There," Aidan breathes, his lips close to her ear, "That wasn't so hard, was it?"
He doesn't turn her around again, and she's unwilling to move, but Rosa feels Aidan press his chest up against her back, his bulge nestling in the cleft between her buttocks. A hand presses lightly at her throat before sliding down her body, circling a nipple and then squeezing gently, sending wonderful sparks down into her clit. He knows what he's doing.
The hand traces over the sheer nylon encasing her gorgeous body until it comes to rest in the open area just above her clit, pressing gently on the waxed skin of her mons. His lips brush the inside of her neck.
"You look so hot," he murmurs in her ear.
Aidan's fingers slip down, applying light pressure to her hood, rubbing the hardening nub within. Rosa's breath quickens in response as she begins to enjoy the sensation of her husband's powerful hand on her body. The finger slides further down, tracing her slit. She feels a second finger and then she's parted, exposing her moistening entrance. A fingertip toys around the edge of her hole. Rosa moans.
The hand is withdrawn, leaving her senses reeling. She turns quickly to face her husband.
"What?"
Aidan's grinning. "Ready to go again?"
Rosa is quite breathless. Aidan's fingers have built up a heat within her. She blinks, trying to focus.
"You're just trying to make me lose the next hand."
"Better not," he cautions, ominously. "You really need to concentrate."
"I'm already in this," Rosa replies, looking down her nylon-enclosed body. Her nipples are swollen, forming hard peaks in the sleek material. "What's next?"
Aidan hesitates. "Would you like to see what we're playing for?"
"Yes. I want to see. I wanna know what I stand to lose."
In reply, Aidan just nods and leaves the room. Rosa closes her eyes, feeling the dampness in her exposed crotch, then feeling of the nylon pulled tight over her skin, lifting and shaping her curves. Aidan had planned this all, and now she's stuck on the ride with no way to get off. Despite the dread, her pussy tingles at the thought of whatever he's planned for her next.
Aidan reappears after a few seconds with both hands behind his back, grinning smugly.
"Sure you wanna see? High stakes."
"Show me," she hisses.
His hands move quickly, depositing the next item on the table: a thick coil of rope.
"What?" Rosa gasps, astonishment showing on her face.
"Borrowed from the gym."
"You... uh. You gonna use that on me?"
"Only if you lose the next hand."
"Rope isn't clothing."
"I said I get to dress you, and you agreed. You didn't specify it had to be clothing."
"I didn't think you wanted to tie me up!" Rosa blurts out, her voice raised.
Aidan folds his arms. "Ready to play?" he asks, coolly, "Or do you want to say the magic words and get out of the bet?"
Rosa looks from her husband to the coil of rope and back again, feeling suddenly out of her depth. She takes a few steadying breaths.
"I didn't know you wanted to do this to me," she says, quietly now.
"You seemed to like it in the gym, when I had you bent over."
"Uh, but that was different."
As if to answer her, Aidan reaches out boldly and strokes her pussy lips. Rosa nearly flinches at the unbidden gesture, as if he didn't need her permission to touch her so intimately. She feels a flush of shame, knowing that her body is betraying her. She wants out, but her pussy has other ideas. Worse, now her husband knows how aroused all this is making her.
"You still seem to be interested," he remarked casually. "So, let's deal. Eyes on the prize."
Rosa can feel the moment slipping away from her. He has her reeling, dressed in a crotchless body stocking and so very horny. He's already laying out the cards without waiting for her response. Aidan picks up his five and looks at her, questioningly. Rosa hesitates for a moment, but then finds herself picking up her cards, accepting the fact that she's playing the next round, accepting the fact that if she loses, her husband will tie her up. Part of her wants to throw the cards down and storm off; another part of her only cares about the delicious ache in her groin. Somehow, she's being brainwashed by the game, her ability to object is evaporating in the haze of her arousal.
She surveys her hand and her face crumples. Despondent, she drops all five cards onto the table.
"Tough deal?" Aidan asks, conversationally. He deals her five more cards then looks at his hand, choosing to replace only one. Rosa looks at her options. Queen high. Disgusted, she drops four. Aidan drops just one again, the same one he picked up, suggesting he was happy with the rest of his hand. Maddeningly, she's unable to read his expression. His only giveaway is how painfully erect his manhood is within his underwear. Rosa looks at the cards in her hand again: still nothing better than a queen, and she knows that Aidan has held onto four cards. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see the rope and knows that she needs a spectacular hand to avoid being tied up with it, so in desperation she lays all five down. There must be something in the pack. There has to be. Aidan sees this and smiles as he deals Rosa her final five cards without comment. A single king. Her stomach churns and her eyes flick up to her husband.
Aidan carefully places each of his cards face up on the table. A two, a six, a four, a seven. Aidan turns the last card over. An ace.
"What?" Rosa hisses. "You had nothing! What the fuck?"
She realises she's been played, and the anger wells up inside her. Aidan ignores it and begins to uncoil the rope.
"Oh you bastard. Don't you dare," she spits, "You tricked me."
Aidan walks around the table to stand behind her. He kneels down between her legs.
"That wasn't fair. I'm done with this shit!"
"Then you know what the words are," says Aidan from behind her.
His fingers wrap around her ankles, digging into the sheer black material as he pulls her legs apart. She wants to resist, but her feet are sheathed in nylon and slip easily on the wooden floor. Head down, she watches dumbly as his hands begin to coil the rope around one of her ankles and then the table leg. Too late, she realises what he means to do. He tugs the rope sharply and her leg is held firmly in place against the table. A couple more turns of rope and she is secured in place.
He repeats the process with her other ankle, quickly and efficiently, until she is spread, helpless, with both ankles secured to the legs of the table and no longer able to close her legs.
"Aidan," she gasps, "What are you doing to me?"
"Bet's a bet, Rosa," is all he says as he stands up and walks back around to the other side of the table. She's trying to understand his plan, when he ducks down under the table again. When he stands back up, the loose end of the rope is in his hands.
"Arms out, babe."
Rosa doesn't move. In reply, Aidan leans across the table and grasps her by her wrists, pulling her forward until she over-balances and topples forward onto the table, arms out in front of her. Dumbly, she watches as Aidan winds the rope between her wrists, loop after loop, pulling until her arms are straight out in front of her, held in place, pinning her in place over the table. Rosa feels the fight drain out of her and rests her forehead on the cool wood.
She hears Aidan circling her and can imagine how she looks to him. She's splayed open and bound in place, bottom sticking up in the air, pussy completely vulnerable. Even wearing the sheer nylon body stocking, she feels completely exposed. Aidan's hand settles on her bottom. He squeezes her firm flesh lightly.
"So," she says, trying to keep her voice calm and level, "Are you gonna fuck me now?"
She waits for Aidan to reply, but all she can hear are his footsteps as he walks around her helpless body.
"I'd like to, but I can't."
"Please Aidan, no more games."
"I'm serious. I've still got my underpants on."
"What more do you want?" she hisses. "I don't have anything else to play for. I can't even hold the fucking cards."
"Let's play a simpler version. Just the one card."
"And what if I lose this time?"
"This."
Rosa raises her head from the table so she can see what he has in his hand. Aidan is crouched down so that his face is at her eye level. In his hand he's holding her panties. She knows where they'll go. She can imagine how they will taste. His eyes are bright and intense; she wants to call his bluff, but she's not sure that he isn't bluffing.
Without asking, he picks the first two cards off the deck. He licks the back of one and presses it against his forehead without looking at it. He licks the back of the second one and presses it against hers, holding it so she can't see its face value.
"Simplest poker game there is. You can see my card, I can see yours, but we have no idea what our own cards are. All you have to do is pick whether your card is lower or higher than mine."
"I don't understand. What?"
The card stuck to Aidan's forehead is the seven of clubs.
"Rosa, is yours lower or higher than mine? Aces high."
Rosa feels drained, her body stretched by the ropes, her core still aching with need, her focus shattered by Aidan's uncharacteristic behaviour. Just pick. Higher or lower.
"Higher," she gasps.
Her head sinks back down to the table. She feels her card flutter off her forehead, landing in front of her eyes. The nine of diamonds.
Aidan stands up in front of her and slides his underwear down his legs, letting his manhood rise unencumbered. Her eyes track his movements as he slowly circles around the table to stand behind her. There is a moment of silence and a sudden pressure on her pussy lips. She feels herself yield and the head of Aidan's cock slips into her entrance. Her eyes close with relief.
Aidan withdraws and she can feel his tip stroking her pussy lips, up and down. She waits until the end of the downward stroke and tries to push back, to take him inside her, but she's too firmly tied. Her hips wriggle ineffectively. A hand settles on her bottom, pressing down, pinning her crotch in place.
"No, Rosa."
He's acting like he did in the rape fantasy, detached and coolly in control, and once again she feels the humiliation of being wide open and helpless, unable to enjoy even the most basic ability to draw her husband's cock inside her. Despite herself, she can feel the spark of a burning need deep inside her core, an ache to be penetrated and filled.
"Just do it," she mutters, "Stop toying with me."
The sensations in her crotch change. She can feel just the head of his cock, dipping into her and pulling out. Not enough to trigger her fulfillment, but enough to send little shivers of pleasure through her body. A fingertip searches beneath her clit hood, gently peeling it back and beginning to circle her hardened nub. She clenches involuntarily as a wave of pleasure washes through her. He's got her right on the edge already, and it's not just from the way he's touching her. It's her predicament, how she's tied, what she's been dressed in, the look of ownership in her husband's eyes. Rosa has never completely given in to anyone, but she feels herself doing it now. It appals her even as it begins to tip her over the brink.
"No, Rosa," Aidan says again, withdrawing.
"Please Aidan, do it. Fuck me. I'm ready for you."
Rosa says it without thinking. It sounds dangerously close to begging, and there's a part of her that's shocked that she's gone so far.
Then she feels the pressure of two fingers splaying her labia open and the soft touch of something else between them. The warm intrusion opens her and pushes in, inch by inch, until Aidan is filling her completely. Rosa groans with the satisfaction of being entered. Aidan's cock twitches, sending a pulse of pleasure through her, making her moan again.
"You like that?"
Rosa doesn't answer. Her head is pressed against the table and her eyes are screwed tightly closed, focusing on the feeling of him finally inside her. He withdraws, and she feels emptied as his tip finally slips out of her. The fingers still have her splayed though. Aidan pushes into her again, faster this time, making sure she feels the force of his need.
"I've been looking forward to this ever since you lost the bra," Aidan murmurs.
"All you had to do was throw a hand," Rosa sighs in return, her focus on the wonderful friction of her husband's manhood entering her and sliding back out in a slow, sensual cadence.
She feels his cock twitch and realises he's laughing.
"I tried, Rosa, I really did. But you had the worst luck I've ever seen."
"Fuck you," she breathes, but there's no vitriol in her voice. She's way past the point of banter.
"No, Rosa, fuck you. Right now."
With that, Aidan begins to pick up the pace, driving harder into her. She is lost in the sensation, tugging on her bindings to try and change position, to get a better angle. But Aidan's hand is still on her bottom, pushing her down against the table. It's impossible.
Suddenly Aidan changes his angle and she feels his head rubbing against her g-spot. The change is irresistible, lighting a fire inside her. She feels a deep tightening and knows that her orgasm is close. Her pussy walls clamp down on his shaft of their own accord, her tell-tale to Aidan. Rosa finds herself praying that Aidan doesn't pull out and prolong the teasing. She needs him to finish in her, right now.
Aidan leans forward, bearing down on her, his hands now sliding under her body to grasp her breasts through the nylon. He begins to slam into her, his balls slapping against her skin. She can hear the scratch of the table shifting across the floor with every powerful stroke, but Rosa doesn't care. She wants it harder, she wants to feel her man pounding into her, she wants to feel Aidan lose control.
Aidan's breath hisses loud and warm across her back, and she can feel the sweat from her body begin to soak into the sheer nylon body stocking. Her man's body is rigid, pressed against hers. She can feel his stomach muscles tense and contract as he buries himself inside her, each thrust transforming into a wave of ecstasy through her, building up and up to her release.
Then at last she orgasms, her pussy clenching him even as he continues to slide in and out of her. Aidan doesn't stop, still grinding into her for a few more strokes before she feels him quiver with his own release. He drives into her again, filling her with each stroke until she can feel it, his cum, bubbling out of her. His cock comes to rest at last, deep in her, and she feels the weight of his body lift off hers, the sudden chill of air on sweat all down her back.
Rosa realises that her fists are clenched so tightly that her nails are digging into her palms, and her wrists ache from how hard she's pulling against her bindings. She doesn't care. He is still inside her, and the sensation of it is radiating a warm glow all through her body. Aidan had surprised her tonight, but Rosa realises that her feelings have changed. She had been able to give him something that drove him mad with passion. All it took was a body stocking and a length of rope, and she had become his fantasy.
Aidan withdraws and a few moments later, Rosa feels the rope around her ankles falling loose. She can move her arms again, even though her wrists are still tied, but she doesn't stand up. Instead, she waits patiently for Aidan to unthread the rope around her wrists, freeing her. As she stands up, she feels the ache in her spine from being held in the bent-over position, but Aidan's hand is there, massaging her stiff muscles. She turns and kisses him deeply.
"Sorry," he says, looking down, "Quite a mess."
She looks down too, seeing a small pool of wet on the floor.
"You squirted."
Rosa looks surprised. "I didn't know I could."
She looks at Aidan's crotch, slick with her fluids.
"We're both quite a mess."
Aidan pushes her backwards onto the table and she brings her knees up to her chin, letting his cum trickle deeper into her. She meets his eyes but for a long time, can't bring herself to speak.
Finally, she says, "I really felt something there, babe. I feel like you just bred me. I can feel it inside."
In response, Aidan sweeps her curled-up body in his arms and transports her to the bedroom. He carries her very carefully, like she's a precious vessel, like she's carrying new life.
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[Next chapter: A twisted bet involving lingerie takes Aidan and Rosa into a place they weren't expecting.
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