Chapter 5

I had told Kendrick I was helping Jessica explore her sexuality in a safe way, but if what Jane had just said were true, it was Jessica who was ahead of me. I felt a little betrayed by my daughter for not telling me herself. Jessica had called Elizabeth the ‘lesbo’. I should have guessed she knew a lot more about Elizabeth than she’d let on.

I needed to talk to her, find out what she was up to and confirm she really did have prior knowledge of what sorts of things Jane and Elizabeth got up to together.

Find out if that’s really how Jessica wanted things. I already knew that I would continue if Jessica would as well. Our bets the last few days had filled a void in me that I didn’t even know existed. They’d been exciting, terrifying and VERY arousing. They had tapped into my secret fantasies like nothing before. They’d been subtly sexual, but our neighbors were doing things that were overtly sexual. And with each other. Just like when Jessica had plucked the plug out of my backside. A plug SHE had suggested we introduce into a bet. Oh my god, Jessica really WAS doing this already. WE were doing this already.

“I got Jane’s phone number this afternoon,” I told Jessica when we were finally alone. “I had a very enlightening chat with her and Elizabeth, too. You knew about the bets Elizabeth had with her mom before I ever met Jane. Did you join them playing before today?” I wanted there to be no reason for her to lie to me.

“No, Mom, I promise. I admit I’ve talked to Elizabeth at school and we kind of clicked right away. But I didn’t know you were going to talk to or make a bet with Jane. So did you like the game with them? Are we going to have another bet soon?”

“I don’t know. They bet on some pretty outrageous stuff. Today one of them was going to have to eat semen after the other had sex with a boy. How does that make you feel?” I asked. I didn’t say how they got the semen. I just couldn’t.

“I’m not a virgin, mom. And sex is fun! Why would that make me change my mind?” Jessica reasoned. It was the first time she’d actually told me that bluntly that she was sexually active. “The big question is you.”

“Why me? I can think up some pretty wild dares myself unless you’ve forgotten who came up with the diaper bet,” I reminded her.

“Dad,” Jessica replied. A single word that conveyed so much. She was thinking that her dad would put a dampener on our bets. Jessica didn’t know that I’d made a deal with her father. She’d seen me dressed like a whore the day before and it had only caused a raised eyebrow.

Well, she had wondered why I was wearing so much makeup and yet wasn’t wearing a bra. I’d told her that I wanted to give the ‘girls’ a break and after I’d made her be topless, it’d be a double standard for me to bother with a bra while I was at home. I dismissed the extra makeup as me wanting to try a new look. She’d called that look, ‘sex starved’. She had no idea I’d had more sex yesterday than in days.

“Your dad will be okay with whatever bet you lose,” I assured her. “I’ll look after that.”

“And, you? Would he be okay with you fucking a couple-three guys to win a bet or is that something we’d need to keep under wraps?” The question from my daughter left my mouth hanging open. I’d spent hours agonizing over the same thing but I’d never considered a bet where I personally would end up having sex with another man.

I was too busy imagining my little girl on the end of an unknown cock. How humiliated she’d feel having sex with someone she didn’t choose herself. Showing strangers her body and allowing them to use her like a masturbation device. It had never entered my mind that I wouldn’t always win a bet or that winning a bet like Jane and her daughter had could involve actually having sex with another man.

Could I go to Kendrick and ask him if it was okay for me, too? Absolutely not! Could I even DO it? I imagined myself in Jane’s place at the tennis court. Bottomless in front of strangers, making a bet with my daughter that I could get them off faster than her. A fresh wave of guilty pleasure radiated from my pussy.

I had offered Kendrick special benefits for allowing our next level of betting. I would have to do things that embarrassed me like dressing in front of my children as a common whore so he could derive pleasure from my humiliation. I’d made a deal that assured my compliance with his wishes so that he wouldn’t stop Jessica from being made to do rude and naughty things in order to break her gambling habit. A habit I’d fostered in her. A habit we had no intention of breaking.

“Your dad can never know,” I said out loud.

“What’s that mean? That you’re in?” Jessica asked for confirmation. She wasn’t asking how I could agree to cheat on Kendrick or how I could be such a terrible wife. She just wanted me to agree I’d do what needed to be done to take our bets to the next level.

I hoped I wouldn’t come to regret my decision. Kendrick and I had a wonderful life together. He was perfect for me in so many ways. If he was to leave me, I didn’t know what I’d do. But at the same time, the bets were too much of a lure to ignore. I imagined addicts felt the same way about their drugs. I justified my decision. I wasn’t being asked if I was willing to have an affair, just if I was willing to get acquainted with a fresh cock now and again. If necessary. To win a bet or settle one.

“Yes, Jess. But I think we need to keep other men out of our bets as much as possible. I’m not stopping you but don’t expect me to offer to suck dick to win a bet.”

“Jeez. What a wimp. Okay, agreed,” she said, rolling her eyes. “There’s plenty of other ideas in Elizabeth’s book that we can try. Do you want to see the notes I made?” Jessica asked excitedly.

“I wanted to make a bet, actually. I’d kind of like to make a bet to see if you’re serious about, you know, upping the stakes?” I asked her, already knowing exactly what I wanted to do too. Imagining her scrambling when the rest of the family got home was already making my pussy tingle.

“What did you have in mind, mom?” She asked innocently.

“We’ve got the house to ourselves for a while. I think it’d be fun to tie your naked butt up and see if you can escape before your dad, your sister and brothers get home. If you can’t, they’d catch you in the buff. That’d be pretty tame for a Jane-and-Elizabeth-level bet, but it’d help us get used to higher stakes, huh?” I asked. I didn’t expect her to turn it back on me.

“How about I tie YOU up and if you can get free before the guys get home, you can tie me up in any creative way you can imagine for the ENTIRE night. But if you can’t get free you spend the evening tied up completely naked for everyone to see until bedtime when you can ask someone to untie you,” she suggested.

“And as soon as I get myself free I get dressed again?” I clarified. Something seemed more daring to me, being the one that was tied up rather than tying Jessica up. I was terrified of the idea that my husband, or worse, one of my children would get home and see me naked and bound, but at the same time, the idea was amazingly sexy.

I had wanted the kids and even Kendrick to get a good long look at Jessica naked and bound, not me. I wanted it to be her but also I wanted to IMAGINE it was me. The bet was just as exciting as anything we’d ever done. And, all I had to do was free myself from a couple of knots and I could make Jessica the featured attraction for the entire night.

“Okay, but if I get free, I’m going to tie you up and even if your sister or brothers bring someone over, you’ll stay naked and bound unless your dad puts a stop to it,” I reminded her that her father would have the final say.

“That goes for you too, mom. If dad doesn’t untie you when he gets home, you have to wait until the first person says they’re going to bed, before you can beg to be untied.”

“What about dinner? If I can’t untie myself are you making dinner?” I smirked at the thought. Jessica hated cooking.

After a pause, Jessica agreed. “Sure. If you’re still tied up, I’ll take care of dinner,” she reluctantly agreed.

Jessica went out to the garage to fetch something to tie me up with. I waited in the living room, beginning to feel a little foolish the moment I was alone. I wasn’t sure if I should strip naked while I waited or if I should wait for her to return.

I assumed neither of us knew exactly where everyone else was or when they’d be home although I hadn’t specifically asked Jessica. To me an empty house was just a perfect opportunity to make a bet. That didn’t mean that one of them couldn’t walk in while I was waiting for Jessica to return with the rope and if they did there’d be no way to explain myself if I was already naked.

One of them could walk in the moment Jessica finished tying me up. The bet was beginning to sound like something I should have thought out more. Something we should have waited to do when we knew for sure where the rest of the family was and how long they’d be gone. All our betting in the past had relied on chance though. It’s just how we had always played. I wondered if maybe we should rethink our approach to these higher-stakes bets.

“The bet was that you be tied up naked, mom. Why are you still dressed? Are you wimping out?” Jessica asked as soon as she saw me.

“What if the others get home before you even finish tying me up? Do you know where everyone is? I asked nervously.

Jessica looked at me for a long time before she took pity on me and answered. “Chris is at some nerd’s place breaking the internet or something and Kristina is at the mall with her ‘besties’,” Jessica put air quotes around besties. “She asked if I wanted to join her. Like that would ever happen. I imagine Danny’s off playing with his balls. His footballs, that is, and, I think dad’s playing golf. It’s the weekend, mom! No one is ever at home on a Sunday afternoon, jeez. Chillax. Anyway, you agreed.”

I nodded and asked Jessica where she wanted me. She grabbed a dining room chair and set it down right in the middle of the room facing the front door. “There. That way you’ll be the first to know when someone gets home if you’re still tied up. Now come on, hurry up mom. This is a nude bet,” she reminded me. As if I could forget.

I hadn’t ever actually stripped in front of my daughter before. She’d seen me bottomless and totally vulnerable the previous morning but I’d never had to actually take my clothes off in front of her before. I wanted to ask her to at least turn around while I stripped although I didn’t. It was like she refused to even blink as I shucked my clothes, feeling more and more vulnerable the closer I got to being naked.